#shan's bnha fics

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Now I'm obliged to write a fix-it fic where Tomura is saved at the last minute because when he and Deku decayed AFO, many quirks were released at once in a fast sequence that no one else could notice before being completely erased.

What Deku saw (or who talked to in those panels) was in fact the remains of Tomura's conscience in Deku's mind, a product of the fusion of their vestige worlds. The real Tomura was miles away, hair back to black, no scars— he doesn't know it, but his determination to be a hero to the LOV triggered a chain reaction that saved his life and brought him back.

His quirkless and in need to hide his identity, so he bandages his eyes, pretends he is blind and starts from scratch. His goal is to find his League again and somehow save them from the aftermath.

The story follows the same as in the real ending of bnha, except for the very last chapter. Spinner writes his book, Touya is in the hospital, Toga is missing and Compress stays in prison. They do not know Tomura is alive, because there's no way he can simply show up— they'll kill him again.

Tomura finds scissors-hands kid first, tho. He is the one who saves the kid and prevents him from becoming a villain. They pass as brothers as they survive on the streets.

From then on, the fanfic alternates between the scissors-hands kid and Tomura's povs. How they find the LOV back one by one, how they face the dangers on the streets because things haven't changed that much actually, how Tomura heals from the trauma AFO inflicted him with as he raised scissors-hand kid properly, etc.

And finally, how Deku thinks he hallucinates him, not knowing that Tomura is in fact alive and he's watching Deku grow too.

[shans-writings]

Ocean blue but it has gone wrong.

Now your head is on fire, your lungs won't keep up. You think of him every night, and then someone else comes around. Some environmentalist saying he's gonna take the gasoline out of the water. You don't want it. You wish to burn forever and remember who poured so much hatred in you.

But his touch is soft on your waves, just one finger riding over your skin, until you're shinning from the sun reflecting on your surface.

He sits along the shore, he doesn't deep in your waters yet, he's waiting for you to calm down. He doesn't ask what you hide in your depths or why. He sits, he looks at the sky, you look at him and reach slowly to his feet. You meet him for a second, in a space where he is going and you're feeling brave.

When they take him away, you're too busy thinking about the man that poured oil until you felt black and sticky. You don't notice his absence. He comes sometimes, but he's far away.

And then you're dying a little, people trying to save you, and you think of the hands that once upon a time graced your ups and downs, and you realize he's been gone for the longest time and you call his name.

And you think he's trapped, you think he's not gonna come. It takes some time, you rage over the beach and the skies rage with you, the wind, the stars. Give him back, our boy, give him back.

Finally, he comes.

When you calm down, you notice you're cleaner than before. You're in awe. How can his mere existence make you bright blue, and not some shade of bruises and cuts? He's there and he's sad and you're sad too, so you rush to meet him, you rush because those knees are falling and the whole world around you rushes, time stops.

He doesn't fall. He doesn't fall. You don't know what he does, you're a little too disturbed. He starts cleaning you once more, even when he's tired. His hair is white now, you want to take him far away. He cleans you and you desire, like never before, for him to lay over you while you both drift.

And so you do. He let's you around him, gently, lets you move him right and left, rocking him with the tenderness of a newborn feeling, someone you don't want to break.

For you mind was on your father and how he break your heart, but now you see the boy with the hand on his face sitting on the bar, playing with his drink, and you don't feel like a failure.

You feel like an ocean, ancient, wise, a force of nature capable of wrecking ships for him.

Ask me to come along, you think.

Like in your dreams, he turning your way.

Your heart beats.

He says your name.

And you catch fire. Flames so bright, no oil or gasoline could had produce it, only the matters of the heart.

[honeybunny-sawamura]

🥺🥺 the cutie twins again!! heheh this was really sweet! 💖💖💖

"santa claus is coming to town"| m. atsumu x reader

genre: fluff, family

warnings: parent au, dad!atsumu, mom!reader

a/n: it's been awhile! I hope you're all doing well <3 here's another installment of my Christmas series from last year, just a continuation, do enjoy some dad!atsumu and his twins again<333

“MOM! DAD! We’re almost there!” Takeru yelled, much louder than he should’ve, as usual.

You crouch down to your son’s level and shush him gently, apologizing with a sheepish smile to the people in close proximity.

You, Atsumu and the twins were at the mall, currently in line for almost an hour now to see “Santa-san.” It’s quite a rare occurrence to have Santas at the malls like in the West, in Japan, so when you heard about this from some other moms at the Elementary School, you insisted that the boys get to experience it too. Atsumu of course, was just as excited as his kids for this fake Santa. He was all on board the moment you mentioned it.

“He’s not even the real Santa, why are you so excited?” Shigeru asks his brother, a look of disdain on his cute face.

Takeru rolls his eyes and looks up at his twin who was in Atsumu’s arms, “Becauseeee, he works for the real Santa, right mom?”

You nod in approval. It was the story you’d told them when they’d asked if he was the real Santa after all.

“So, I have to make sure he knows what I want!” he finishes.

Shigeru frowns, “Whatever…” he didn’t see the whole hype of this, he really just wanted to meet the real Santa.

Atsumu shook his head and looked at his son with an amused expression, “Sooo…Shige…if you don’t really want to meet this guy, I guess we can leave mom and Takeru here and go chill in the food court…”

“NO! I have to meet him to tell him what I want too!” Shigeru bursts out, eyes wide in alert, he couldn’t miss this chance, he just didn’t want to seem overly excited like his brother.

“Okay okay,” Atsumu tells him quietly, backing off with a chuckle and ruffling his son’s hair.

You grin at your husband knowing that he only said what he did to illicit that exact reaction that he got.

Takeru was bouncing on his heels by the time you made it to the front of the line, looking eagerly at the two children and their parents taking photos with Santa and his elves.

“Hurry up!” Takeru whined, squeezing his Bakugo plushie in annoyance.

“You’re going to ruin your toy Take-chan,” you scold him gently, rubbing his shoulders so he would loosen his grip.

“They’re taking so long,” he pouted.

“They’ll be done soon, look, they’re on their last photo,” you placate him with a pat on the head.

A few minutes later it’s finally your turn, and Atsumu puts Shigeru down to run at the Santa with his twin.

You heave a heavy sigh as the twins launch into incessant chatter at the poor, overwhelmed looking fake Santa Claus.

“Let’s get this over with,” you mumble at your husband as he ushers you forward with a hand on your lower back.

“Oh come on sweetheart, don’t you find this at least a little exciting?” Atsumu asks gleefully.

You shake your head and roll your eyes at him, “You are such a kid…and I love that,” you grin and pinch his side softly before whipping out your phone to take some photos of the kids for yourself (apart from the hired professional photographer).

“Atsumu?”

“Miya Atsumu?” the female voice catches your attention as well as your husband’s, and has him turning in the direction it came from.

The pretty woman dressed in an elf costume smiles brightly at Atsumu, ignoring the confused look on his face as she comes closer.

Atsumu clears his throat, “Um, I’m sorry, do I know you?” he’s met a lot of fans before, but this woman seems to have a different look of familiar recognition in her eyes as she walks up to him.

“It’s me, Hasekawa Manami,” she giggles, “We did go to school together from elementary straight through high school,” she adds as further explanation.

Your attention is drawn back to the kids when you realize she’s just an old classmate of Atsumu’s, and you leave him to catch up.

Atsumu smiles sheepishly at the woman, “So, you, uh, work here?”

Manami laughs, “I do! Well, I actually work for Santa’s company, but I thought it’d be fun to volunteer to be an elf this year,” she enlightens him.

“I see,” he nods and glances over to you and the twins, seeing that they were still jabbering on to the Santa Claus about their Christmas list, and how they were good this year.

“Are those your kids?” Manami asks him, “They’re so cute,” she continues when he nods.

“They remind me of you and Osamu a lot,” she giggles, and starts talking to him about stories from their shared past.

You can hear them from where you are but you don’t step in, despite the uncomfortable feeling blooming in your chest at the familiarity she speaks to him with.

Takeru nudges his brother and nods over to their dad the moment he sees you look down at your phone and stop paying attention to them.

Shigeru’s face scrunches up into a glare.

“Don’t cry,” Takeru tells him quietly, knowing his twin’s inclination to crying easily.

Shigeru covers his mouth to hold back a whimper, “Santa-san,” he whispers quietly to the fake Santa.

The Santa looks at him, “What is it?”

“Make that lady disappear,” he tells him with all the seriousness in the world that has even ‘Santa’ raising his white-powdered eyebrows in shock.

Takeru slides off the Santa’s lap, grabbing his brother and pulling him along, heading towards their dad and the strange woman who was uncomfortably close.

You hadn’t looked up yet, keeping your eyes down on your phone, not actually looking at anything in particular, it was just a good distraction than watching someone try to make the moves on Atsumu right in front of your face.

The twins stop in their tracks when they see the borderline irritated look on their dad’s face as they get closer to him and the woman.

You’re startled when a hand on your arm pulls you up from your stooping position. Before you could say anything, Atsumu’s familiar arm is around your waist steadying you as you stand, and dragging you gently with him, back over to where his old friend was.

“Hasekawa-san.”

“Oh, you don’t have to be so formal Atsumu-kun,” she giggles again, but the smile slides almost instantly off her face when she sees you in his arms.

“But I do,” he says firmly, “We left school a long time ago.”

“It wasn’t so—”

“It was. This is my wife,” he cuts her off and continues to introduce you to her.

All this while he was just trying to be polite, but the moment she’d tried to get closer even when he stepped away, he knew it was going in the entirely wrong direction.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were married,” she comments awkwardly with a stiff smile on her face.

“Really?” he asks, eyebrow raised, “I saw you glance at my wedding ring at least three times while talking to me.”

“Well- I- uh,” she splutters, embarrassment clear on her face.

“It was nice to meet you Hasekawa-san,” you chime in, giving her a cold smile as she sputtered out another embarrassed apology and scurried away to the back of the set up.

You feel extra weight at the back of you and glance behind to see Takeru and Shigeru both holding on to the ends of your coat.

Your real smile fits back into place as you look at them, “Did you two finish talking to Santa?”

They nod, “We did,” they answer in unison.

“Babe I—”

“Not now Atsumu,” you cut him off, not in the mood to discuss what just happened. You’re not sure how to really process it either.

Sure, you’ve seen many women cheer for him, crush on him, obsess over him, but none of it bothered you because it came with the territory of dating a famous volleyball player. This was different though, this wasn’t just another fan of Miya Atsumu, volleyball superstar, this was someone that knew Miya Atsumu, the guy he was before he was a big superstar, and that left an ugly feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Atsumu frowns but acquiesces to your request and follows the three of you to the food court. He’s surprised when even his sons ask for normal meals, and not the usual five extra sides along with their main course. Lunch is uncomfortably silent for the A. Miya household, even in the noisy mall, he thinks, and it doesn’t sit well with him.

“What is it?” he asks both of them when you excuse yourself to go to the restroom and he finds them glaring at him.

“Who was that lady?” Shigeru asks, and Atsumu sighs when he hears the wobbly tilt to his voice already.

“Just an old schoolmate of mine,” he answers honestly.

“Why was she so close to you?” Takeru asks angrily, remembering the pushy way the woman acted.

Atsumu rubs a hand over his face and sighs again, “I’m not even sure, I think she was just trying to be friendly,” he says in the most platonic way possible even though he knew she was coming on to him.

“Why didn’t you call mommy over till later?” Shigeru asks, leaning over the table and invading his dad’s personal space.

Atsumu leans back a little and frowns, “I suppose I should’ve called her over sooner, that was my mistake.”

“Yeah it was!” Takeru continues to glare at him, and he knows that one won’t back down until he simmers down on his own.

“Do you not love mommy?” Shigeru asks, sitting back down in his seat and looking down at his red shoes he’d asked for specifically to look like Deku’s.

“What?!” Atsumu asks louder than he intended, drawing a few looks from the people close to them, “Of course I love your mommy! More than anyone in this world!”

He takes a deep breath to calm down and looks at both of his boys across the table, “Shigeru, look at me,” he only starts speaking when the boy does look up. “You don’t ever have to question how I feel about you two or your mother, you’re everything to me, you’re my entire world, nothing and no one else will ever be above any of you for me,” he tells them earnestly.

“…that was so cheesy dad,” Takeru quips, but even from your spot behind Atsumu for the last several minutes, you could see your son’s eyes grow a little glassier.

Atsumu narrows his eyes at him, “Shut up twerp.”

Shigeru makes his way around the table and hugs his dad silently. The gesture makes a tear escape you as well as you wrap your arms around your husband and son from behind.

Takeru pulls a disgusted face at the show of affection, folding his arms indignantly.

“I love you too Atsumu,” you whisper, kissing his cheek and beckoning Takeru over to join the family hug.

“Come here Take-chan,” you try again, and finally get your stubborn child to come over and join the hug too, burying his face in your side.

Atsumu feels his heart swell with happiness, there was nothing more he wanted, whether it be for Christmas or any other occasion at that.

[mrs-apocalypse]

God I love ur writing style so I trust ur taste: any fic recs? (doesn’t have to be BKDK, but u know

OOOOOOOOOOOOO OKAY! HERE WE GO!

Before I start, I want you to know that I tried to tag all the big bad warnings, but PLEASE CHECK TAGS on the fic itself before reading in case I’ve missed anything! Now, my favorite bkdk fics vary a lot. There are, of course, the ones a lot of people know:

Before Midnight by @driftingglass~[Explicit] (28/28) (211K words)

Warnings: -Graphic Depiction of Violence, Underage-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11353440/chapters/25410591

Izuku Midoriya takes the same train to and from school Monday through Friday, morning and night. His only company during these lonesome hours comes in the form of another boy his age—a teen with scarred hands and blood gem eyes, a stranger with ash-blond hair who walks in a shroud of danger and mystery. "Would you stop with that fucking muttering, idiot?"And before Izuku can find his footing, his life becomes a full-blown collision course thanks to walking cannonball Katsuki Bakugou. (And along the way he may have found the missing fuel to his fire).

Bluebird by EtherealBing ~ [Explicit] (7/7) (53K words)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11353440/chapters/25410591

Dialing a wrong number was no unusual occurrence. Everyone did it once in a while, and Katsuki was well aware of that fact.However, possessing this knowledge made it no less aggravating for him to discover — a full two minutes into his rant about his day — that he’d been venting his frustrations to a complete stranger. As if that wasn't enough, said stranger was also inexplicably determined to hear his story to its end.

Don’t Set Your Drink Down by @crandberrycrush ~ [Explicit] (21/21) (88K words)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13868400/chapters/31903419

With sudden clarity Izuku realized he had broken the first rule of going out. Never leave your drink unattended.

And then there are the lesser known, but insanely good ones I LOVE:

Twenty-Four by SharkbaitSekki ~ [Teen] (1/1) (15K words)

Warnings: -Graphic Depictions of Violence-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13167162

Izuku gets himself kidnapped, and Katsuki is dragged into it with him as they face villains with particularly terrifying illusion Quirks. It ends up being a living nightmare, but Katsuki can't bring himself to regret following Izuku into it all. Because between the pain and the terror, between the lies and the illusions, between life and death, at least they can always hang onto one another. Even if everything else is fake, they know that they will always be real.

Two Guys and Lots of Fries by hottamale ~ [Explicit] (1/1) (3K words)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17421971

“Ten Guys! I wanna go to Ten Guys; they have the best french fries,” he smiled while looking at Katsuki expectantly.Katsuki frowned. “We just passed it though.”“So turn around.”“And waste my gas? Shits expensive Deku.”Izuku breathed in, held his breath for a moment, and let it back out. He put a hand on Katsuki’s bicep and blinked up at him, bottom lip jutting out into a pout. “Please? I’ll make it up to you.”

And the classics like:

Indestructible (Emotionally Speaking, That Is) by iknewaman ~ [Explicit] (1/1) (8.8K words)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13314555

“Alright, buddy,” Katsuki says, swatting at the weeping guy with the broom. “Time to clear out.”--AU where Bakugou works at the cinema and Izuku is the cinema-goer who keeps coming in to cry at sad movies

~And then there are the non-BNHA fics I ADORE~ 

First, for Mob Psycho:

Butterfly Effect by Frecklefrog ~ [Teen] (17/17) (69K Words)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11613168/chapters/26108970

“Go, Mob, melt it!” screeches Reigen, and Mob extends his hand, already coated with the swirling blue discs of his aura. Only-Only he can’t exorcise the spirit, because there isn’t one, and the boy is staring at him with wide blue eyes. His hand is glowing the same yellow as the basket.(in which Teruki meets Mob much, much earlier.)

Then there’s Drarry:

Who We Are In The Shadows by Quicksilvermaid ~ [Explicit] (12/12) (99.7K words)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21758962/chapters/51913963

What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life. When he comes across Draco Malfoy in the criminal underbelly of Wizarding London and in need of protection, Harry figures bringing him in to face the Ministry's justice is his ticket back to everything he's lost. But nothing is exactly as it seems. Not even Harry himself. And as he gets drawn further and further into Malfoy's world of honour and deception he finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew—about his childhood nemesis, the Ministry job he misses so much, and most of all, about himself. What happens when you’re forced to see that you were wrong?

The Masks of Real Heroes by Aelys_Althea ~ [Explicit] (30/30) (272K words)

Warnings: Rape/Noncon, Child Abuse, Underage

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4526436/chapters/10298916

One desperate decision has unimaginable consequences. When Harry received his letter at eleven, he turned down the offer to attend Hogwarts. He had to; it was his only chance to escape. Five years later and, in the brief moments he recalls his decision, he feels nothing but regret. Until an incident causes the opportunity to arise once more, and he is finally given the chance to escape that which has smothered him for so long.

Zukka (Zuko/Sokka from ATLA):

Transference by The_Quartermaster ~ [Mature] (39/39) (146K words)

Warnings: Untagged Rape and Abuse

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1064352/chapters/2134852

In a modern AU, Zuko has to deal with settling in a new school after expulsion, dealing with an angry ex and an abusive father. Maybe his new found friendships and growing closeness with Sokka will help him make it through.

Jeanmarco (Jean Kirschtein x Marco Bodt) from Attack on Titan:

Sweet as Cinnamon by SimplyTsundere ~ [Explicit] (46/46) (226K Words)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5843308/chapters/13467421

Wrightvale, Georgia - Sergeant Marco Bodt receives a call about a noise complaint in his own apartment building while on duty. Surprisingly, the call was for the new neighbor that moved in the night before. The door opens to a very intoxicated Jean Kirschtein who mistakes the good officer for the male stripper his friends had hired for his welcome party. Hilarious antics ensue in a tale about how two broken people learn to put the pieces together with one another after life has dealt them a rather unfortunate hand of cards that may or may not come back to haunt."Qui craint de souffrir, il souffre déjà de ce qu’il craint." ~ "He who fears suffering is already suffering that which he fears." Jean de La Fontaine

And lastly, TianShan (Mo Guan Shan x He Tian) from 19 Days:

Always Will by Mestizo ~ [General Audience] (1/1) (777 words)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20593730

There are days when he wakes up from another time and then starts to ask him about school, homework, part time jobs. And Mo GuanShan responds as if only a day has passed since their teenage years ended.

Sticking Around by @agapaic ~ [Mature] (2/2) (14K words)

https://archiveofourown.org/users/mynameis152/bookmarks

‘You’re awfully bold lately.’I know, Guan Shan thinks. Love is making me stupid and brave.‘D’you mind?’ he asks. He knows his gestures of affection are hard to win—harder to receive of their own accord. Something—this morning’s epiphany—has made him want to give them more freely. But he was right, earlier: He Tian likes the challenge. Fear stabs at him, precise. Maybe He Tian won’t want him anymore.‘Not in the slightest,’ He Tian replies.

nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby by @agapaic ~ [Mature] (7/7) (50K Words)

Warning: Graphic Depiction of Violence

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14886551/chapters/34474985

Guan Shan's father leaves his family for work in New York at the beginning of the First World War — and is never heard from again. In the autumn of 1928, thirteen years later, Guan Shan makes his own way to lower Manhattan's Little China to find him, with only the name of the man who signed his father's contract.When he finds himself falling into the world of America's Roaring Twenties and Tong Wars, and everyone he meets is not quite as they seem, finding his father turns out to be much more complicated than he’d thought.

Hush by @agapaic ~ [Explicit] (6/6) (26K words)

Warning: Rape/NonCon, Underage

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8380123/chapters/19198165

He Tian sees something he shouldn’t, and something he almost wishes he hasn’t. He’s never been a very good knight in shining armour.

Honestly, if you’re into 19 Days and TianShan I recommend everything by Agapaic! They’re my favorite writer on AO3~ 

I hope this gives you an idea of what I read and maybe you find one of your favorites too! Enjoy!

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Tomura's redemption being about raising a kid too much like him and not about fitting the standard of the hero society? Obsessed with my own idea.

The story repeats, you make it better this time.

The story repeats endlessly, but you make it to be an spiral going upwards and not just the same dull conflict.

The exploration of how Tomura's problem was always half society, half AFO. You need those two factors to create Tomura, not one without the other.

The exploration of the LOV as the ones who taught Tomura to be himself and to love like he did when he was a child.

All that with the "suddenly I'm a single father / older brother" trope.

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Shirakumo x Aizawa with the word Shelter

NOTE : I ended up gettin carried away by this one, so you can read the long version under the cut!

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ TAKING SHELTER :

« Oboro followed the motion of Shota's little swallow, not even thinking as his hand sneaked to hold him by the waist.

“If you are so cold, we should go find shelter.”

Above, cotton grouped grey and purple on the edges of lightning branches. Both men shivered at the hushing tone, too soft to do anything else but press the words against their cheeks, like the air puffing from their mouths.

Aizawa stopped himself in time to avoid licking away the drop of water on his lip. Oh, how he wanted, enough to spark the world alive if he let himself had it. But the middle of a mission was not place for a kiss. Standing on that rooftop, withholding a storm of his own, Shirakumo was not so sure.

“I— ” stepping back, Aizawa shivered again when he felt his friend's hand dragging loosely over his suit as it fell to his side. His resolution cracked but didn't break and all he could let out was a weak “Later ”, before jumping down the next cornice. »

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Since it's Valentine Day, send me a pair and a word and I'll write a five paragraphs mini fic about them <3

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TAKING SHELTER (EXTENDED) :

« To the and boom of light in the sky, two young men jumped into the void between buildings, allowing gravity to carry them down as one.

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Only then, suspended mid fall, he heard Oboro.

He heard his name ringing in thw wind, his name. Not his hero name, not his surename, not one of the many nicknames Mic and him had came with in the long school days of their teenage years. It was his name, dangerous, real. It had messed with him. To hear the longing of the vowels, the shock of electricity that numbed his tongue.

“ Shota! ” he shout. “ Go up! ”

So up Shota went. Up to follow the impulse that his wrapping commanded, reinforced material that hugged and tensed and dragged him to the next rooftop, the beat of his steps never faltering.

Pale white hit the clouds again and Aizawa turned back on instinct, waiting for his partner.

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A second later, Shirakumo stumbled upon the rooftop as the twist of Aizawa's body allowed the flash to captured the color of his eyes.

Gold. Sometimes he forgot it. There were so many rumors about him on the streets, about his eyes glowing red as he hunted, about the way his body moved as he raced on the veins of the city, that Shirakumo often got lost in the vacuum between the man and the legend.

But now, in front the real thing, he could witness about how much they'd never know.

Aizawa shifted, black hair plastered to his brow and cheeks, waterdrops sliding down the bridge of his nose, the curve of hid upper lip, the hollow of his throat. The passing years were starting to sharpen his features and Shirakumo was thankful for the passing of the clock, but it was beginning to overwhelm him. It was not that he didn't know what to do with his no longer boyish best friend. No, he knew what he wanted. The problem was, his hunger knew no bounds when it came to him. It wanted to grow and grow until the world was covered, to pour and rain and overflow.

There were moments, instants, when Shirakumo thought to see a similar phenomenon in the eyes of Aizawa. They came and went and let him with a bitter taste to chew on. Felt like a burn, for all it refused to fade. It was imprinted on his memory, the brief look Aizawa would give him, so brief he started to believe he was losing his mind.

Although...

There. Brighter still than the neon lights of their beloved city and yet— buried. Buried under the sound of thunder, under the nervous flicker of a young man discoverin the depths of his heart.

A shy smile. Two words.

“ It's cold. ”

Shirakumo captured it all with a slow slow blink. He stepped forward with the vague sensation of being asleep, feather like moving only to crash against the body of his childhood friend.

Oboro followed the motion of Shota's little swallow, not even thinking as his hand sneaked to hold him by the waist.

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“ If you are so cold, we should go find shelter. ”

Above, cotton grouped grey and purple on the edges of lightning branches. Both men shivered at the hushing tone, too soft to do anything else but press the words against their cheeks, like the air puffing from their mouths.

Aizawa stopped himself in time to avoid licking away the drop of water on his lip. Oh, how he wanted, enough to spark the world alive if he let himself had it. But the middle of a mission was not place for a kiss. Standing on that rooftop, withholding a storm of his own, Shirakumo was not so sure.

“ I— ” stepping back, Aizawa shivered again when he felt his friend's hand dragging loosely over his suit as it fell to his side. His resolution cracked but didn't break and all he could let out was a weak “Later ”, before jumping down the next cornice.

Shirakumo was not sure if later would ever come. He was not even sure if they were speaking about the same thing. Lightning parted the clouds in two once more and under its shine, Shirakumo pressed the palm of his hand over his mouth and exhaled.

It felt like the only thing waiting for him later was the shattering of his heart.

Shota, can't you see? I'm cold too.

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Lilo & Stitch still au where Toga's mom is praying Toga gets sent divine help upstairs in her house. Meanwhile Kurogiri just teleported her to their base because AFO thinks they can get Tenko an evil version of Hana for blackmail purposes.

Even better if All Might ends up killing AFO and the heroes get the Doc, so the entire fic is about Kurogiri running away from the heroes because he refused to lose custody of his kids.

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I don't know how this is gonna sound but imagine tomura and the song "can't help falling in love".

"take my hand, take my whole life too"

Or even better, a very drunk Dabi singing this to Tomura.

What do you think it would be like??

I'M CRYING BECAUSE THAT SONG. THAT SONG MAKES ME SENSITIVE.

At a quarter to midnight, in the League hide out rooftop, there was a guy with an ukelele he had won in a bet, something he planned to exchange for some quality info later.

On the meanwhile, the drunk guy was admiring the moon, fingers gracing the chords, eyes falling with exhaustion.

From up there, no heroes or villains mattered. They were all as little as ants, helpless, clueless. And he was alone among the stars, tall and proud and free. He has a lovely voice, one could say. The night carries the sound in waves towards the horizon, the deep tone caressing the clouds like a whisper of an forgotten god. He sings of sins and loneliness, moving through the rooftop with steady steps even when he had probably drank too much for an evening.

He catches the silhouette of another man climbing the rusty stairs and closes his mouth.

He sees first the halo of his hair, white threads like spider webs floating around in the air. Dabi's finger move on their own as he admires the figure slowly rising, the wind moving through his clothes until they let a tiny frame of pale skin showing.

“ Wise men say only fools rush in,

but I can't help falling in love with you. ”

Have you ever been burned alive? Dabi was. He had been burning and burning and burning with no oxygen or control.

Being in love with Shigaraki Tomura was a little like that, like burning, like falling into pieces and being picked up and put together with a smirk, a glance, a word.

Dabi thinks at him as Tomura tries to fix his hair and he gets stuck on the pink of Shigaraki's knuckles. The temperature is down and going lower, no snow yet but who needs snow when Tomura is there with his bare hands, freezing Dabi's heart 'til his hundreds below zero, bones cracking with the ice and the flakes of white.

“ Shall I stay? Would it be a sin?

if I can't help falling in love with you? ”

He's dizzy. He doesn't know anymore if he's burning or freezing, if he's moving or standing quietly, if he's still in the shadows or if he has stepped into the light.

All that exists is the sweet intoxication of alcohol and Tomura's touch on his elbow, catching him before falling.

He comes back to his senses while laying on Tomura's lap, staring at a face full of scars and concern. It is too much. Dabi feels the blood rushing to his cheeks, tongue hot and heavy.

He doesn't know when he started singing.

“ Like a river flows surely to the sea,

darling so it goes, some things are meant to be. ”

The song almost plays on his own, as he stares. He sits up, never leaving Tomura's wide eyes. He kinda wanted to close them, so he wouldn't have to stare at the disappointment in them. Although there's none of that, he doesn't find the courage to sing louder. Tomura has to lean into his personal space to figure out what is Dabi singing.

And when it becomes clear, when Tomura recognizes the tune, something magical happens: he blushes, cherry blossoms at 12am.

That's worth the song, just that. He's so distracted, he didn't notice the minute Tomura starts singing too. It's not until Tomura calls his name that Dabi trembles and shuts up, listening.

“ Take my hand, take my whole life too.

'Cause I can't help falling in love with you. ”

Dabi fears he's waking up from a dream. He feels the hair of his body standing up, heart racing in his chest with violence. He hears it like a drum, steady and loud and— and—

Dabi takes his wrist instead. Their chests collide as Dabi presses him to his body, not yet a kiss, but something equally intimate. Dabi sings the rest of the song with his lips against Tomura's ear, getting clumsy with every word. He's fully awake not.

Tomura takes his hand. He puts his fingers to his mouth, kisses the palm, breaths against his wrist.

Dabi decides he's never drinking again.

And he's for sure not trading the ukelele.

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The plot of Mamma Mia but it's Eri birthday and she invited three of his dad exes, just to figure out who was the one that Aizawa almost got married with.

The three possibilities: Yamada Hizashi aka Present Mic, Shirakumo Oboro aka Loud Cloud and Toshinori Yagi aka All Might.

Ms. Joke and Midnight are the ones planning the birthday party along with Aizawa, and they're his support team once the try old dudes arrive at the party.

The whole subplot is figuring out ended up with who in class 1-A and class 1-B (all the teachers and students from that generation are invited too) and the little tiny fact that All Might arrived at the party with the redeemed League of Villains.

That's for sure the most chaotic birthday part of all the time.

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The only DabiHawks fanfic I'd ever write is the one based on Bang Bang (the Kaleo version) and it'd be the tale of betrayal and suffering that keeps two similar kids, childhood friends, rolling helplessly on the wheel of fortune until they fall in opposite sides, with a gun pointed at each other.

And it'd keep exchanging points of view to make the reader doubt who's going to betray the other first and how and when.

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Tomura and Dabi are hit by a quirk who sends them back in time, but something goes wrong and Tomura ends up in Dabi's past while Dabi is stuck on Tomura's past.

Or the fic where fic where Tomura and Dabi go crazy protective over each other's kids versions and realize just how similar where their childhoods.

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I need a comedy show where Shigaraki is a writer and a total mess, so his four sisters are always helping him and support him with whatever he needs.

Magne is a professional trainer for celebrities, Toga is a famous cartoon artist, Hana is a bussines woman and Eri is a child actress.

Since they are already successful, they use their contacts to push Tomura forward. Spinner is Magne's bestie and a popular gamer, Twice has a night show with Compress, and Kurogiri is their manager. The Todorokis have their own reality show. He ends up befriending (and falling in love with) Touya Todoroki, an insanely hot model and the actor of the moment.

Tomura is going crazy because he is a normal guy in a world of celebrities. A shady man takes advantage of that and corners Tomura while he's feeling low. That man, named AFO, ends up practically slaving Tomura when he signs a contract with him.

The whole comedy is based on how everyone around him tries to free Tomura of the bad deal, while Tomura navigates the troubling waters of becoming a celebrity.

You fool, don't be afraid of an au where Tomura has three sister: Shimura Hana, Toga Himiko and Eri.

Imagine them bossing him around and taking him with them everywhere. Imagine Hana helping shop new clothes, imagine Toga teaching him how to flirt, imaging Eri helping him calm down when he gets nervous.

Don't be afraid of giving the boy some good female figures to support him in his bad times.

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Do you have any favorite shigadabi fics?

YES, YES. I have at least three or four long fanfics I'm absolutely in love with, and then a few short stories that I keep going back to read. Let me show you:

* click the name of the fanfic to read it on Ao3.

Wavelengths and Resonance

by TheAlmightyResonance

Short story:

“ Touya is a weapon that can’t seem to resonate with anyone, as he scorches every meister that tries to wield him. Tenko is a meister who’s too timid to try and see if he can wield Touya. But circumstance connects them—and while Touya wants Tenko to be his meister, Tenko doesn’t want to be his. (Soul Eater AU). ”

The Lesser Of Two Evils

by drunkenCharm

Short story:

“ In a world of heroes and villains, some children are marked with black collars to brand them as possible villains. Tomura is one of those. He spends his time in loneliness, until he's joined by an unforeseen ally. ”

but it's better than being alone

by mido

Short story:

“ A summer spent in Kyushu, at a rundown house nobody's lived in for decades.

Tenko manages. ”

Fever Dreams

by BunyBuny11

Short story:

“ Shigaraki falls sick with a high fever and Dabi is the one forced to take care of him. But sick and delirious Tomura is a completely different person and unwittingly shows a lot of his hidden fears and feelings. ”

Death Row

by 1thousandminus7, kaneki_vampire

Long story:

“ The League is falling to pieces. The last remaining members have been on the run for years now, and the heroes are closing in. It looks like they might be running out of options, but help sometimes comes from unexpected places. ”

The Stringmaster

by WinteryFall

Long story:

“ Tomura, the pupil of the notorious Stringmaster, tries to solve a monster plague bothering their city with the help of a manic fire alchemist, who ends up losing his magic source - you know, like an idiot - during their first meeting. The pyromaniac ends up having a surprising effect on his life, including his seemingly distant mentor, who's always struggled to show his emotion and care towards him properly.

The "family butler" Kurogiri has his metallic magic hands full with all three troublemakers.

There’s also a magic robot dog. ”

The neighbor

by WinteryFall

Long story:

“ Dabi, a young man with mental health struggles, accompanied with a strong spiritual sensitivity, has a peculiar neighbor.

The neighbor turns out to be more than meets the eye, and he has to guard his soul around him - and heart.

Tomura, a Moth-spirit cryptid, has finally learned away from sinister cravings instilled into him by his long dead abusive parental figure. Now however, that foolish neighbor of his is making those old instincts raise their heads, and he's struggling between liking the guy (surprisingly) and wanting to gobble up his soul.

It's not a good idea, he knows.

Last time he ate a soul, it didn't end well. ”

Something Good.

TheTeapotOfDoom

Long story:

“ The first time they met, Tomura and Dabi hated each other; one is an anxious mess who feels too much, the other is a tired wreck who's dead inside. Seemingly, no middle ground.

But as some say, practice makes perfect.

What would happen if these two young men, that life hurt over and over again, were to lower their guard?

What if they took a moment to look over each other masks? And maybe see something beautiful?

Yeah. Maybe they could make something. Something good. ”

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Anyway give me a fic where Tomura learns how to drive for the sole purpose of doing it in a way Dabi doesn't feel so bad.

Give me Dabi sitting shotgun while the rest of the League is sleeping, taking care of the radio while Tomura drives. Give me Dabi falling asleep too and waking up to the knowledge he feels so utterly safe besides Tomura, he didn't even felt nervous about it.

Give me Tomura and Dabi driving at night with no destination, just enjoying the music and their company until they have to stop to properly kiss and touch each other.

And when Tomura crashes one day while traveling alone, Dabi swears he's never leaving his side again while Spinner drives them to the hospital as fast as he can. Tomura's is fine, Dabi is terrified. Dabi climbs the bed to cuddle him and help him sleep. He decides that maybe... Maybe he should learn to drive too. He can go slow. Would that be okay?

He curses the stupid car and the rain and the highway. He curses Shigaraki's anxiety and his own movement sickness. And he kisses Tomura's face and the new burn scars on his arms and the little mole on his chin.

He can do it. They can drive to the beach on day, take the League with them, Dabi can even call his family. And they can drive, take turns, make a playlist. Who knows.

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Now cowards, who's gonna give me the I Don't Dance from High-school Musical 2 Shigadabi au. If none of you is brave enough, I'll have to write it myself.

And if I write it, I'm gonna end up writing it with a whole plot. This is a warning.

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Gimme Toga reaching Shigaraki and Dabi after a complicated mission and fainting from exhaustion.

Gimme Dabi catching her and realizing she's injured and the blood on her clothes are mostly hers. Gimme Dabi having to swallow his rage and taking her inside the house they're using to hide.

Gimme Shigaraki following Dabi, frustrated because he can't do much. He gets the first aid kit, Dabi's blanket and his own old hoodie and he comes back to where Dabi is, noticing that he is panicking a little.

Shigaraki tells him to snap out of it. They need to find where the blood comes from and stop it. Dabi shouts him to shut up. He knows where the wound is, he's just trying to decide if he should use his fire to cauterize it. They don't have anything else, no threads, no needles. Shigaraki nestles the hoodie so Toga can rest her head on it and holds her carefully while Dabi seals her skin. They don't talk for a while, too busy taking care of Toga. Dabi finds her some food, Shigaraki stays by here side, checking for any other symptom. They're shaken, murderous tendencies clutching their spines. For Dabi is obvious. He is reacting that way because against his best intentions, he appreciates the little gremlin. For Shigaraki... Well, he knows he appreciates her, but he feels like there's something else, a foggy memory getting in the way—

“ What if you cauterize it wrong? Can she still be bleeding from the inside? ”

Dabi snaps his head to look at him, the silver glow in his eyes demanding violence.

“ Would you prefer to open it again? Maybe use your quirk to heal her? ”

“ She can die if we do things wrong. It'll be on you and it'll be me. ”

Stop saying the obvious. Dabi's hands tighten on the counter, veins visible. From his point of view, Tomura is messing with his head. That's not usual in their partnership or whatever. They don't judge the other and they certainly don't do the blame game in moments like that one.

“You mean she'll die if I fuck up with my quirk. Nice punch coming from you, mophead. Specially when you're being more useless than usual. ”

That wins him a snarl. He doesn't care. Tomura can shove those red eyes somewhere else, but he's not having it today. If he wants to let out his anxious energy, it better don't be on him.

“ She's like a sibling to me. ” Dabi smiles at the low, growling syllables sent his way. “ Watch. Out. Your. Actions. ”

“ Why? What do you even know about having siblings, anyway? ”

Tomura squints a little, as if catching something in the air. Dabi falls back into his previous labor, cooking something for when Toga awakens.

“ What do you know about having siblings, Dabi? ”

Staples shine like tears all around his body, but he doesn't answer.

The silence gets worst. An hour passes and Toga still doesn't move that much, wrapped in the blanket Tomura brought for her, over the frayed sofa by the wall. Dabi smokes by the broken window, Tomura lays in the floor, an arm tossed over his face, thinking.

“ I have a family out there. ” Tomura doesn't acknowledges Dabi's words. He let's them split the house in two. “ No one's looking for me, don't worry. They don't know I'm alive. ”

Does Dabi look sad? He wouldn't know. They're facing opposites sides of the house. Tomura breaths in his smoke, for the wind prevents it from going outside. Does the light is bathing his skin? Is his face a blank canvas or the emotionless cover of a book that has suffered the rough touch of too many hands? Would it be eady to read? Shigaraki can taste the guilt in Dabi's tongue like it's his.

“How many? ”

Dabi jumps back and Tomura stops breathing. That was Toga's voice, coming softly from under the blanket. How many what, Tomura thinks, but Dabi seems to get it.

“Three. The youngest is your age, but I left before he could even remember me. ”

The atmosphere eases, melting into a sort of watery afternoon. It's the smoke and the old wood, the smell of the medicines they put on Toga and his own greasy hair over his eyes.

“Tomura-kun? Do you have any siblings? ”

He can't take it.

He stands up. Dabi stays deadly quiet as Tomura approachs Toga. She's looking at him, not even blinking. Her smile is back on her face and so are the starts in her pupils. He wonders if that's a mask and wonder if it's heavy to carry it all around, all the time.

“ She was older than me. Her name was Hana. ”

He lifts the blanket gently, checking her wound. Toga sits a little, allowing him to do so. It's gonna leave a scar. It is better than a tombstone, better than carrying her dead body and laying her in a hole behind the house. Better than thinking about her hands closed against his arms, just as she's doing right now. They feel warm, soft. Not cold, not raspy.

“Did she look like me? ”

No. She had dark eyes and black hair, she was nothing like you. And yet, their hands...

“ Yes, ” he mumbles, holding his little affirmation in the roof of his mouth for a second.

Dabi makes sure the soup is hot when he serves it. He pretends he doesn't care, he pretends it doesn't affect a thing. Toga doesn't. The gold of her eyes is fixed on Tomura and he knows what she's thinking. She's trying to imagine how a girl version of Tomura would look like. She does the same with him, with Dabi. He's not having it, he repeats to himself as he makes his way to the front yard. Siblings are of not use, specially the female ones. They are selfish and vain, too busy dealing with their pain and too careless when it comes to others.

Tomura watches him go, he lets him. He doesn't know what's on his mind. He won't ask. He violated their rules enough for a day, putting more pressure to his chest— Maybe later. One day. Maybe he'll know who are they, how Dabi came to leave them behind, what did they do to broke him so thoroughly.

“ Do you wish I was her? ”

Tomura sighs, shaking his head and staring back at Toga.

“ She—, ” he tries to find the correct words, “ She belongs to someone I'm not anymore. You, on the other hand, belong with us. ”

She trusts him. It's not the first time he says it, not the first time he surprises her with that face. She still remembers the I'm doing this for me and for you, when she held a knife to his throat. Us, he meant, but he was not ready then.

And maybe they are still not ready for many, many things, but there's one thing he knows for sure he's not ready for:

He's not ready to lose them again. So he won't.

He won't.

That's a promise.