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Bkdk Fic Rec

I’ve been inspired to write a fic rec! This one goes out to you @lonely-rabbit

At like, the end of 2018 and the beginning of 2019 I stayed up until 4am every night reading fics, and because I’m such a loser, I made a word doc to keep track of all of them so I wouldn’t forget them.... I tried organizing it by length but it got messy cause I’m ridiculous and cluttered, so sorry! (I’ll save my own for the end alskdjflsdkfj gotta self promote you know). This is going to get...really long, so I’ll put it under a read more! Also, just a heads up, these are all on ao3, in case that’s important to anyone!

Disclaimer: Any fics with mature or explicit content I will add a bolded warning for, even if it’s only a little bit. Normally most fics will be tagged as such, but some fics that are rated as teen I’ve found to be more suggestive than some of those rated as mature, so I will try to point it out where it feels necessary, for anyone who wishes to avoid it.

Fics under 1k:

Illuminate by TheQueen (269 words)

Summary: Bakugou watches the first firework launch and fights to keep his face neutral

Very short, plot is about a case of amnesia, also very cute and well written for that length! Not angsty at all imo

sweaty hands holding secrets - shounentwink (563 words)

Summary: Someone said Midoriya holds secrets in his hair.

It’s not true: He holds it tightly in his hands. Bakugou’s seen it.

I really like this writer! You’ll see quite a bit of them in this post alkdsjfalskdjf

Fics 1k - 10k:

Many sunflowers later - Jeka (2395 words)

Summary: Scholar Midoriya Izuku comes back to the person he left behind after his journey through the kingdom, the mighty dragon clan leader Bakugou Katsuki.

Day 1 of Twin Stars Week 2020: Fantasy AU.

First of all, fantasy au!!! Second of all, jeka!!! (I need to read more of your stuff!!) Anyways, so cute, such lovely, pretty writing, wonderful story telling, and they’re so in love TT_TT

Boom Badoom Boom - warschach (3429 words)

Summary: Izuku's working the kissing booth at the school fair, it just so happens Katsuki has been crushing on him since the first grade.

“Did you—“ Izuku parted his mouth with no sound leaving it, “Did you pay?”

“Yea.”

“For a kiss?”

This one’s a little silly but I love it still. It’s got a “kids in the 80′s over summer vacation” vibe, I think. I love warschach! I should read more of their writing... They have SUCH good bakudeku content! *It’s rated teen but there’s some suggestive content, just a heads up!

Hopeless Ramen-tic - lalazee (7155 words)

Summary: Midoriya is a cute guy who works at a ramen stall and Bakugou is thirsty as hell, but has to hide it by being an asshat. Another love story.

Ah, so good TT_TT so much sass, such good plot development and story telling for a simple concept *It’s rated as teen but again, it can be suggestive at times!

I’ll share this with you, so leave it behind - yabakuboi (3508 words)

Suammry: For the sake of the story, All Might is never in need of a successor, and, when Izuku saves Katsuki from the sludge monster, encourages young Midoriya down a different path. Thus, Katsuki and Izuku part ways after junior high, as Katsuki enters U.A. and the Midoriyas move overseas. It’s later that Katsuki realizes that there’s something missing, that he drove that something away.

Years after, Katsuki finds him in the last place he looks, in the cereal aisle at the local grocery store of their childhood neighborhood.

So soft, so sweet, so good if you just want to curl up in a comfy blanket and drink hot cocoa and feel warm and cozy and a little in love

The Secret Deku Box - yabakuboi (2241 words)

Summary: “Y’know, Bakugou never, ever talks about girls,” Kaminari says, his voice thoughtful.

“And I wonder why that is.” Ashido rolls her eyes.

“I’m just curious!” Kaminari whines. Kirishima drags the box out, unlabeled and unassuming, the lid not even fully clasped over the edges. “The guy has to— Whoa, what’s that?”

Kirishima realizes a little belatedly that this is a serious breach of privacy, and Bakugou will actually murder all of them. “Nothing!” he cries, attempting to shove it back under the bed, but Ashido snatches it away.

“Please be his porn stash!” Kaminari whispers as she whips the lid off.

Cute, funny, in canon, in character, and a must read I would say!

daisy bunches and heather branches - halcyonwhispers (5862 words)

Summary: izuku falls in love with the foul-mouthed tattoo artist next door.

Not another flower/tattoo shop au.... aldskjflaskdjfd Okay but punk!Bakugou is ALWAYS a smart move imo

the best part of me (is the worst I can give) - halcyonwhispers (5668)

Summary: Whole sentences usually make up people’s Words, but Katsuki got stuck with a name instead.

Izuku’s name.

I am such a sucker for soulmate aus when it comes to these boys TT_TT *There is some mature content, just a heads up!

Hard to Say - halcyonwhispers (8390 words)

Summary: Izuku is a Halfling, born after his faerie father spirited away his mom and then left her behind. Never quite fitting in with the humans or any of the supernatural beings in his small town, Izuku hoped that going to a diverse college in the big city will help him finally make friends.

Katsuki’s family has been powerful witches for generations, and he’s no different. Talented and a proclaimed genius to boot, he knew he shouldn’t waste his time on this dumbass (disgustingly cute) half-blood.

Or,

two idiots fall in love and don’t get that the other’s awkward cues are just a result of romantic tension.

I am ALSO a sucker for fantasy/mythical creatures au and I LOVED this one - Bakugou absolutely unable to handle how cute Midoriya is? Perfection - but it’s unfinished, and I don’t think it ever will be continued, unfortunately TT_TT

lots to unpack (throw away the whole suitcase) - shounentwink (4315 words)

Summary: “How’d you know?” Midoriya asks.

There’s a hunch to his shoulders that wasn’t there three hours ago. Freckled shoulders are kissed sunburnt and red: he looks like someone ran him over and left him like roadkill in the sunlight. Bakugou’s working with insurance today, but he could see the sparks of green lightning even from his elevated position in their shared agency. Midoriya’s holding his thumb, cracking it over and over — it looks like he’s rubbed it raw.

“Dunno,” Bakugou says. “Maybe you’re just easy to read, nerd.”

I love this one so much, it was one of the first ones I read, it’s so good, and it’s another that really affected how I view their relationship! Idk this one just hit for me

hang the moon from us (it’s a no from me) - shounentwink (1200 words)

Summary: Midoriya’s gonna get sick of Bakugou one of these days, and then the whole ruse will be over, and the balance of power will tilt beyond salvation, but that day isn’t today and it looks like Bakugou knows it.

What an asshole.

Once again, I’m a sucker for the fantasy au... But even more, the diction, the details, the imagery...it’s absolutely all stunning here. I wish I could write this pretty

In Which Bakugou Finds His One Tru Luv - Erina (5862 words) This is the first one of a series called The Misadventures of Explodo-kill Agency!

Summary: Welcome to the Explodo-kill agency! We can destroy your buildings, crash your cars, and help you solve one of the seven mysteries in life: who is Bakugou Katsuki's mysterious boyfriend?!

I’ll admit I’ve only read the first three but by god they are the funniest fics I’ve ever read in my life. I see that Erina has added more since the last time I checked it out! Tbh I was only interested in reading the purely bakudeku ones... (My favorite was the second one!! SO funny and cute!)

i still do - raeryn (9646 words)

Summary: He’s losing him to pieces, but Izuku still tries to make them count. In which a battle leaves Bakugou Katsuki with amnesia, and Izuku finds himself picking up the pieces.

So, this one makes me cry. TT_TT

One Thing Straight - winningshot (9899 words)

Summary: They totally aren't.

Hints of their relationship is found in all of their friends’ social media accounts, but majority of their fans still think that Katsuki and Izuku are in relationships with anybody but each other.

It was amusing up until it became sad.

Lmao it’s a little salty but I guess I can be too. This is a social media fic! There’s multiple ships in this one, too

A Demolition Boy & his Cryptid BF - kewltie (8472 words)

Summary: Bakugou of the Demolition Squad is famous for running one of the most popular Youtube channels on the web that regularly blow shit up and jumped off a perfectly good building for shit and giggles. He's also famous for his Cryptid BF™, never appearing on camera except for a few bodyshots and all information on him is kept locked up tighter than Fort Knox, therefore drawing all sort of attention and curiosity toward his mysterious boyfriend.

Deku from Deku Explains is a hopeless chatterbox who is known for uploading 20-30 minutes video that talked about his favorite shows and comics and have one of the most devoted following on Youtube. He also can't seem to shut up about his boyfriend Kacchan, who regularly make his presence on the channel as a disembodied voice.

They should theoretically have nothing in common except a shared platform to host their content and an army of fans with an endless curiosity and devotion to their Youtubers. Vidcon is where we lay our scene and the internet is about to get a rude wake up call.

Okay kewltie is SO GOOD and very creative! The formatting is phenomenal, it’s like you’re actually experiencing a social media melt down in real time lol

be my good luck charm - writedeku (6785 words)

Summary: See, the thing is, Midoriya Izuku had been born with a curse. It’s not a curse that’s particularly visible. He doesn’t have horns, or a tortured face, and it’s not the kind of silly curse like a friend of his had way down south in Diagnor, wherein the girl had been born without the ability to say the word duck. Midoriya Izuku is just extremely unlucky.

(Or the AU in which Izuku's the world's unluckiest travelling merchant, and Katsuki is someone who may be able to help him. For a price, that is.)

Oh I adore this one! It’s so cute and such a good narrative! Nice and warm, and Bakugou trying his damnedest to be suave, and it somehow working because Midoriya is just as flustered. *Another one rated as teen but some suggestive content.

Smells Like Victory - majjale (2377 words)

Summary: Bakugou takes two steps into the room and stops, clapping a hand over his nose. “Ugh, what stinks like Deku in here?”

"Good afternoon, Bakugou. That would be the amortentia."

I must admit, not a fan of HP, but majjale...TT_TT majjale writes these two boys so well. This one is really, really good!

Cherish Me - Justaperson1718 (2376 words)

Summary: “What?”

Izuku looked back down at his menu and flipped the page, a small smile on his face. “Nothing.”

Katsuki glared at Izuku from across the table. “If it was nothing then you wouldn’t be staring at me.”

“It’s just a little funny watching you try to look your best for our date when you always look great anyway,” Izuku explained. He wouldn’t look up from his menu while he spoke, but his words remained ingrained with confidence nevertheless. He considered what he was saying to be fact, and nothing else. “Even when you’re not trying in front of the cameras, it’s still hard to take my eyes off of you.”

This is a sequel to a fic that’ll be in the next section, because it’s longer, called Manage Me. Please read that one first before this one! (Not part of a series, but they’re the same story line)

Fascinating - Justaperson1718 (1556 words)

Summary: “I’m not staring at you,” Izuku replied, his eyes focused intently on Katsuki. He’s still wearing his pajamas, sitting on his knees in their shared bed. He was awake moments before Katsuki, and waited eagerly for the other to awake.

Katsuki glanced over his shoulder after his shirt was on and glared. “You’re fucking staring at me right now.”

Izuku shook his head, humming his disapproval quietly. “I’m watching you.”

“That’s the same damn thing,” Katsuki said while searching for a pair of pants in the dresser. “Your eyes are fixated on me like I’m your life’s fucking goal or some shit.”

“I just like watching you get dressed.” Izuku tilted his head to the side and smiled softly at Katsuki’s confused stare. “I know, it’s weird. But I like it.”

*There is a little bit of implied mature content, but overall, it’s just so sweet and intimate, and I just simply adore this one.

in a place once filled with gold - dorenamryn (9226 words)

Summary: It felt strange to remember such details, for they were things a friend should know, and as far as Katsuki was concerned, he and Deku hadn’t been friends in a very, very long time. He could admit, with reluctance, that they were on the path there, now, even though they would never make it. Katsuki would die before they could get the chance.

or: There is a garden growing in Katsuki’s lungs, and he is helpless to stop it.

“Hanahaki disease” okay, I can explain myself. Okay, I can’t. In any case, you got angst with a happy ending if that’s what you’re into!

Kaleidoscope - DPRenFTW (5141 words)

Summary: Izuku is a witch. He just needs to find his familiar. Enter a boy that is a wolf, and a wolf that is a boy - with wild red eyes and sharp smiles.

And Izuku thinks:

"Oh, it's him."

Just as beautiful and fascinating as the name implies! I seriously recommend for the beautiful writing, the gorgeous world, the mythical creatures au, and the lovely bakudeku romance!

Learning Curve - sensiblysilly (4222 words)

Summary: Deku and Katsuki’s first kiss goes rather differently than planned.

And Katsuki’s quickly learning that relationships can be unpredictable - especially when taking into account the variable that is Midoriya Izuku.

This really is just a careful handling of a teenage romance where perhaps one of them may have shit they’re still working through. It’s really sweet, and a careful study at boundaries and the building of a relationship. I actually stumbled across this while looking for another with the same name and ended up pleasantly surprised. Kacchan can has a little validation, as a treat.

4/20 is a national holiday - Ereri_Garbage (

Summary: Izuku is a drug dealer that doesn't really accept the fact he's a drug dealer, Katsuki is hot as hell as shouldn't be allowed a facebook.

Happy (Late) birthday Katsuki and happy (late) 4/20. I actually half assed an edit on this one so it took longer to post than I thought it would.

Uummmm lmao yes I have a sense of humor. ;ALDSKJFLSKDJF Okay, I say that, but this is not a crack fic, it’s a good story that I enjoy with good writing, and *it has mature, content, obviously for multiple reasons here. It’s rated as mature but there are borderline explicit moments imo. It’s a fun fic and funny, too! And, ngl, it really does remind me of college... But forget about me, the bakudeku is wonderful too of course :)

Drinking Watermelon - warschach (8906 words)

Summary: For whatever reason, maybe divine fate, Izuku turned and looked over his shoulder and waved to them.

Katsuki’s heart full on stopped right then, and his fingers forgot their duty on the rails, and his body neglected its job to keep Katsuki balanced.

Izuku’s summer sweet smile fell into concern as Katsuki went airborne and cracked his skull on the porch.

or Katsuki works as a camp counselor, and Izuku is a boy made of summer heat and sunlight.

Love it when people have Bakugou as absolutely enamored with Midoriya; it’s so good and true. Anyways this one makes me like summer camp story lines. It’s funny and also cute and great writing! *It’s got explicit content, just a heads up. Warschach stories just have this youthful 80′s vibe, I don’t know how else to explain it.

there are listed buildings - semiautomatichearts (3309)

Summary: Katsuki first sees colors bloom when he is only three years old. It is timid Izuku, hiding behind the cover of his mother's leg who looks upon him with wide eyes, and Katsuki's world explodes in shades of greens and pinks and blues, and he is so startled, he begins to cry.

His life is then on defined in color, in shades his peers can't see, by the forlorn, timid stare in Izuku's eyes that always lets off more than he is willing to tell. There is a schism driven between himself and his fated other, and Katsuki strives to be better than fate, better than what is defined for him. He is more than the written pages of a book, to be cracked open and read by the gods.

He wonders if it is possible for colors to bloom for someone who will never love you back.

Ah...soulmates :) So interesting how bakudeku fits into soulmate aus like this one when they’ve known each other as kids! And when they’ve had this complex push and pull thing going on all their lives! The writing is beautiful, and so is the story!

Promise Ring - bkdkwritingsdump (3579)

Summary: The midwest in the 1950′s is no place for boys who like kissing boys: something Izuku and Katsuki know all too well growing up there. However, the undeniable bond between the nervous science geek and the aloof delinquent will still find a way to blossom in such a desert.

Cute, sweet, makes my gay heart ache. Longing not just for the one you love, but just to feel right loving them. Very pretty story line, lovely story telling!

Fics 10k - 30k:

Fishy - warschach (19417 words)

Summary: Izuku’s convinced his hot co-worker/neighbor, Katsuki, is a mermaid-or merman- you gotta consider genders even with mythical creatures- and plans to prove it.

(or this is kinda like the show ‘Monster Quest’, except Izuku actually finds said monster, falls in love, and have sexy times.)

Another warschach! I love this one, I love how they write bakudeku, particularly as college students, their stories (at least, the ones that I’ve read) always feel so warm, like a summer’s day, but not a lazy one, one that’s playful? If that makes sense? *This one is explicit, another heads up!

Manage Me - Justaperson1718 (10756 words)

Summary: Izuku caught himself moving forward, his head tilted somewhat to the side, and his eyes shot wide open. His gaze met Katsuki’s half-lidded eyes now that he was no longer in a dreamlike state, and seeing the way Katsuki was looking at him—waiting for him—made him realize Katsuki would’ve let him do it. He might have even wanted him to do it.

“You’re both doing fabulous!” the photographer called out to them, packing his camera into his bag and getting ready to leave. “I just got word that what we have now should be good, so we’ll stop there. Thank you for your time! Lock the door on your way out after you change.”

The pair stayed frozen in place, with Izuku’s arms around Katsuki’s neck and Katsuki’s hands resting on Izuku’s waist, while the photographer and his supervisor left.

“Kacchan,” Izuku cooed once they were gone. “Did you want to…?”

Love the story, love the bakudeku! Very, very good bakudeku TT_TT very sweet *There is some mature content in here as well

point to a map (we’ve been there) - cosmicfuss (10589 words)

Summary: Serendipity / sĕr″ən-dĭp′ĭ-tē Serendipity is the occurrence of an unplanned fortunate discovery. Two men find themselves on a subway, hot coffee on one while the other is in the middle of a screaming match. After that they can't seem to stop finding each other, no matter how far they go.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; this fic owns my entire soul. I love the story, the ease of their relationship, just how lovely they are together. It’s another kind of nice, fluffy fic you’d read on a bad day where you come home and curl up in a blanket and listen to a ten hour video of thunderstorm white noise. *Again, some more mature content in here

Partners - tsukithewolf (13619 words) Another series! Two parts to this one this time

Summary: It is said that in Musutafu there is a charm that one can buy at a temple that will lead you to your destined partner. They say that if the charm works, you would be able to follow the red string of fate to the person you were meant to be with. And if the person returns your feelings, they would be able to see the string as well, proving that both were meant to be.

Three-year-old Katsuki and Izuku misunderstand what the word "partner" means and discover the charm and the rumor behind it is not only true, but more than expected.

Gets a little heavy, depression, bullying, suicidal thoughts, etc. But it must get worse before it gets better, that kind of thing. I also just adore the second part (called Bond) - maybe because it’s much fluffier, what about it?

Learning Curve - iknewaman (10304 words)

Summary: “Izuku.” Uraraka repeats as she motions at the person stood next to her. Green curls, average height, and, well. Up close, not such a bad smile. Uraraka points a thumb at Bakugou and enunciates slowly, “This is Bakugou. He can speak sign language too.”

Wait. Sign language?

The stranger— well, Izuku— looks at him with a raised brow. Their free hand lifts up as they make a slight motion of the hand.‘

Really?’

Bored out of his mind at a house party one night Bakugou is introduced to Izuku, a deaf student who offers to help teach Bakugou sign language in exchange for a favour-- or well, is prompted into asking for a favour.

Ah, I really want to explain this one a little bit? I’d never been into fanfiction ever, only really getting into it with these boys. This was the second one I read, I remember, and it caught me off guard, and it intrigued me. It really surprised me as to what fanfiction could be. Ngl I had biased perceptions of fanfics - I used to be one of those people who thought fanfiction could never be good writing - and this one slapped me in the face with it’s subtle beauty and creative story and heart melting capabilities, and very, very real relationship and growth. Anyways it’s so cute how happy Deku is to teach Kacchan sign language TT_TT Make sure to read the tags!

The Keeper and the Sun God’s Heir - SurelyHeavenWaits (12746 words)

Summary: The Titans' have stolen something important from Izuku, heir of the Sun God, and he wants it back.

This one, this one, this one, this one, this one, this one, this one, this one this one- Oh my god this one. Okay so what, I was a Percy Jackson kid, what about it? I love the mythical aus, particularly the god ones. But beyond that, the writing is so beautiful, just like the world, and the imagery. The bakudeku...absolutely stunning. The story itself? Incredible. Cannot recommend more. *There is explicit content in this, though I will say, it’s all in the last chapter, and all of the story is in the first two chapters. There’s also a second part as it’s a series and it’s short but it’s cute and sweet TT_TT

seven days - aaAAAaaahhhhHHHHH (10094 words)

Summary: There’s something about the green haired boy, an aura that just drew Katsuki in before he even knew his name.

[Sometimes your mind forgets, but your heart remembers]

Heed my warning: DON’T read this in front of other people. I bawl every time I read this one TT_TT I know I said I don’t like angst but AJLSKDFJALSKDFJ it has a hopeful ending! I mean yeah you’re gonna cry but...hope? :’) (that username really says it all tbh)

Fics 30k+

Notice me, nerd - useless_donut (40000 words)

Summary: Bakugou is in love with Midoriya. He doesn’t hide it, in fact it’s so painfully obvious that the entire class of 3-A has him figured out in a matter of months (days, in some cases). Too bad Midoriya is the most oblivious motherfucker out there, and Bakugou is too damn stubborn to actually ask him out.

Will the class of 3-A survive the sexual tension? Who will snap first? Someone put Bakugou out of his misery, please, before everyone else dies of second-hand embarrassment.

(a love story as witnessed by the class of 3-A)

Love the idea of Bakugou being brazen and brash, cause yeah, he is. So fucking funny though how that translates to him flirting. Gotta say, thought I was gonna cringe, but his “I’m gay af” outfit really ended up being A Look. Love the mutual pining, it really is strong in this one. *Okay, mature content in this one lads.

While You Were Sleeping - Belkacaramelka (71197 words)

Summary: The one where quirkless fanboy Midoriya Izuku rescues Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, gets mistaken as his fiancé while he is in a coma, and gets caught up in the most unlikely fake engagement... until his childhood enemy and Todoroki's classmate Bakugou Katsuki tries to catch him out, and they both end up discovering a lot more about each other than they'd expected.

Quirkless AU based on the film; endgame BakuDeku. -- Katsuki didn’t know when the change had happened: how he had gone from asking why Todoroki chose Deku of all people, to wondering why it was Todoroki that Deku chose. Troublesome Deku, who cooed like an idiot at cats, tripped at a random catcall and sang badly. Who, despite everything, proved that it wasn’t the quirk that defined a person. Deku, who was too much, not his, and undeniably off limits to begin with.

Update: Epilogue added

*This one has mature content. If you can, please, for the love of god, read this fic. It’s like, tied with my favorite bkdk fic perhaps ever. It’s based on the movie of the same title, a nineties romcom with Sandra Bullock, but Belkacaramelka has so effortlessly made it into it’s own story, fit it so perfectly inside of the bnha world. I definitely stayed up until 6:30am reading this one. It’s got such good badass Midoriya, who is also sweet, and really really good reconciliation between bakudeku.

All Gifted - fitzefitcher (39129 words)

Summary: The thing about gifts is that they're meant to be given, they're meant to be shared; so Izuku will take his gifts, so freely given to him, and share them with all he holds dear.

Izuku is born without any gifts, as his kind often are, to a witch mother and salamander father, on one sweltering night in July.

This one is unfinished...and I highly doubt it will ever be. But what has been written is incredible. Once again, I’m a sucker for the magic/mythical creatures aus. But the relationship is great! The characterization is great! The found family trope that was building up is great!

under a hollow sun - umbrage (40572 words)

Summary: Midoriya is cursed with emptiness.

Misfortune leads him to a man of ancient magic and endless rage.

To stop an unfathomable evil, their mismatched halves must become whole.

Uuuggghhhh this was so good! I don’t think it’s going to be finished either :( Once again, fantasy au, more amazing writing, on point characterization, incredible pacing, makes you hungry for more story.

all the savage soul requires - majjale (58032 words)

Summary: Bakugou seems to have exhausted his patience for words and no longer acknowledges that Midoriya exists, so Midoriya crosses his legs, stares down at his hands limned in firelight, and makes a list of things he knows.

One. His name is Midoriya Izuku.

Two. He is a Godmarked, future god of life, heir to the divine throne.

Three. The gods have been fighting Death for eons, and now he's coming for recompense with everything he’s got.

This is majjale, so of course, the writing is more than beautiful; it’s absolutely breathtaking. This may be my favorite fic ever - unfortunately I don’t think it will ever be finished either TT_TT There’s the gods/fantasy au, which you know by now I love. But the characterization of our two boys is absolutely perfect, and I mean that as literally as possible. And the story being crafted between the two, the memory loss, the obvious history muddled by it all, it was so dense, and the PINING, so incredibly written, flowing so naturally. It wasn’t even close to being done, but it was wonderful, still is wonderful.

My Writing: (You can skip this if you hate shameless self promotion)

You’re too damn flicking cute (1815 words)

Summary: Bakugou is certain his shitty boyfriend is instigating kisses. Maybe it doesn't help that he keeps giving them away like it's a damn going out of business sale, but the stupid nerd is too fucking cute. Either way, like everything else, this is a competition, and he's going to win it.

Please don’t read this unless you’re going to the dentist afterwards! I’ve been told it’s so sweet it’ll give you instant cavities >_>;;;;

Bakugou Katsuki, you smooth motherfucker (10118 words)

Summary: Everyone around him knows that Bakugou Katsuki has a very special way with words. To the untrained ear he is loud and crass; to those that speak Kacchan, he is caring and inspiring. Yet there are rare moments, moments so fleeting you blink and you miss them, where Bakugou’s words pierce straight through Midoriya’s chest, and surprise everyone around him.

Goddammit, if only he would say them to Midoriya’s face.

Or, the five times Bakugou said something nice about Midoriya, and the one time he said something kind to him (but that was too long of a title).

I think most would consider this my best published fic; it’s one of those snapshot fics, “the five times where x did this, and the one time where they didn’t.” The recurring comment I get on this one is both of them being super in character, so I think that’s it’s defining characteristic! Bakugou and Midoriya have never known a life without the other, and in a perfect world, they never will.

Here, let me fix that (11247 words)

Summary: Bakugou honestly never thought he’d see Deku ever again. And now that they were together in this tiny compartment, alone for the next two and a half minutes, he had no clue what to say. He’d just apologized, right? So perhaps he could leave it at that and carry on with the original plan to never see the green-haired man that reminded him of dense forests, late night adventures, and tear-stained faces, ever again.

Ha! Who is he kidding? These bitches are soulmates.

I’ve gotten some critiques on this one, so sorry in advance if it’s not to your liking! Basically, what if Midoriya never got his quirk? Obviously, life would find a way to put them together because, as previously stated, these bitches are soulmates.

Plenty of Time (16654 words)

Summary: Bakugou found what little sleep he got restless and filled with nightmares that he forgot the second he opened his eyes. Tonight was the first time in a long time where he just had a normal dream - and it happened to be about Deku.

How fucking typical.

In other words, two dorks realize they have feelings for each other but don't know what to do about said feelings.

Ah, my first fic. Very simple, boys being boys, kinda like a slow burn? Idk how to explain this one, just boys figuring out their feelings and trying to figure out what to do about them. Been told these two are a little stupid but I think that’s valid.

We’re all time bombs waiting to explode (39223 words)

Summary: We have now entered the slipstream of time, into an alternate dimension where it neither is, nor isn’t, the 80’s. Two teenagers, burdened with the weight of adolescence in the modern world, find themselves struggling side by side, in part because of each other.

Bakugou, the most popular boy in school, has everything he could possibly want; status, power, and an unbreakable will. Having been dragged along behind him all the way to the top, Midoriya can’t help but wonder how (and why) he ended up standing beside his childhood friend-turned bully-turned friend again, weighed down by their complicated past and present. As the tension between them grows every day, and the arrival of a new, pretty face causes it to peak, it won’t be long before something - or someone - snaps.

I am...very bad at titles, and summaries apparently. This was my Heathers au, but it very quickly diverges from the original (I don’t do sad endings....) *This one has mature content, including implied sexual activity, drug use, and underage drinking, along with other heavy topics; please read the tags! Though tbh Midoriya is 17 for a couple weeks before it hits his birthday halfway through, so keep that in mind I guess? I kind of went heavy with this one, but I think the pay off was immense. This is the one with the most amount of comments stating it’s their favorite bkdk fic ever (and I cry). It’s a rough start, with a rough journey, but so is bakudeku! There’s a lot of petty drama, and then all of a sudden it’s Not That Petty and very much Far Too Real. Many have cried reading the ending, I cried writing it. My sister says it’s her favorite of mine. Now, I did kind of push this out without polishing it so much because I was losing my willpower, so if it feels lacking, that’s one hundred percent my fault.

Okay that was a lot! It took me a couple days...I hope I wasn’t too annoying with all my opinions! Please have a nice day. and enjoy some good reads, even if they aren’t the ones in this post!

#bakudeku #katsudeku #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha #bkdk #fics #my writing #god i really hope i didn't fuck up any of this #i spent a long time on it alksdjflaskjdflkasdjf #this is 39 fics without my own #and 44 including mine #i can tell i've forgotten some but #idk it's hard TT_TT #anyways it's 2:30am #if i go to bed at 4am one more time i'm gonna throw myself down a flight of stairs #i hope this is good enough as is!#most of this was written very late so I hope it doesn't sound...crazed

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mira--mira · 4 years ago

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Love your fics!!🥺 I was wondering if you have any good young or kid hashimada fics out there that you'd recommend? I feel like I've read most of them like twice already ahaha. THANKS!

Thank you! I’m glad you like them! 🥺💖

Anon I know that feeling SO WELL, so I’ll do my best to help! This is also where I reveal that I was a hardcore lurker who was too shy to engage before I started posting and during the first months of quarantine last year, I read through the entire hashirama/madara tag twice because this was literally how I coped.

Some of the 2021 ones I haven’t read/can’t review (bc writing has taken over my life) but are on my kid-fic to-read list so I included them here.

Behold the fruits of my labor, hopefully well organized (but under a readline bc my god this got long with 45 fics in total.)

Hashimada (as kids or teens)

An extensive, but not exhaustive, list for AO3 not in any order except my personal starred recs first. Some are a timeline of their relationship (ie going to adulthood) and I included them here if at least half the fic (or close) was dedicated to when they were kids.

People (3+ kid or teenager fics)

Mari_kel (me)

Out of Time (M, multi, time travel, est relationship, found family, incomplete) Birds of a Feather (M, multi, canon au, mythological au, incomplete) Practice Makes Perfect (T, one-shot, kissing, teenagers, BoaF au) Two Hearts, Tied Together (M, one-shot, soulmate au, Tobirama POV)

Canchuon

A Perfect Present * (G, multi, gifts, birthday presents, complete) A Kiss By The Hills * (G, multi, drabble series, canon au, incomplete) Outfit From Hell * (T, one-shot, canon au, est relationship) Patient is the Night * (G, one-shot, modern au, highschool sweethearts) *Look I just really love her works. They’re all very cute and sweet plus her art on @canchuonsstuff is amazing. Top-tier hashimada as kids/teenagers content.

Rouge_Angle

Severance * (T, one-shot, angst, violence, meeting on the battlefield) Todoku * (T, multi, event fic, peace/war, complete) chapters 4, 6 Yuki-Daruma * (G, one-shot, winter, snowmen) *Also another fav author. Wide range of works but all of them are great!

Saraptor

We Become Ourselves, the Archetypes * (M, multi, time travel, fix-it of sorts, family, all brothers meeting, incomplete) *It’s been awhile since I’ve read this one but I remember loving it while reading. Wildflower Sun (NR, one-shot, teenagers, sickfic, after the river confrontation) Glass Lies and Fairy Doll Eyes (M, multi, (abandoned?), canon + magic au, supernatural elements, incomplete)

BumpkinDice

Out of My Head (G, one-shot, modern au, confessions) To The Center Of My (Heart) (G, one-shot, first kiss) Senju Brothers (G, one-shot, canon au, brothers live) Uchiha Brothers (G, one-shot, canon au, brothers live) Trick or Treat (G, one-shot, modern au, halloween) Loving Moments (G, one-shot, hogwarts au)

Nimaka

Like You (G, kisses, alternate sharingan awakened) A Special Someone (with a Bowl Cut) (G, cute, Izuna’s POV) Where You Are (G, good dads)

Multi-Chaptered

He Loved Us (Because We are Unlovable) by TheQueen *

(T, canon au, hashirama’s the one who snaps early, blood/gore, incomplete) *This is a really interesting au set-up I love bc I’m always one for 1. Madara comforting Hashirama and 2. recognizing the mokuton is terrifying

My Tongue is a Weapon by PitchBlackMagpie (xx_dandy)

(NR, time travel, growing up fic, madara’s family, not human, incomplete) tbh I don’t remember how much of this is them as kids, but I do remember part of it was before they grew up

Hashimada Happenings by secondmeteor (chapter 3 & 6~)

(T, event fic collection all v good, river/mountains, mythology, complete)

Bonds by fadedlullabyes

(NR, canon reframed, angst, complete)

One-Shot

First Kiss by Makkoska *

(T, first kiss, continued meeting after river confrontation) *This was one of the first fics I read for this ship so it has a special place in my heart.

Rainy season by EldOchFlamma *

(G, long oneshot, teenagers, after the river confrontation, Izuna injured) * fic is set in the odd time after the river confrontation but before they’re adults and it’s rare we get fics centered here that do it well. This one does and ends on a hopeful note.

Climb Those First Steps by Lohrendrell *

(G, first kiss, pre-canon, teenagers) *One of my favs. Short but sweet.

Compromises by dinopire *

(T, teenagers, modern au, sexual content) *I like how the relationship is portrayed plus the tag “handjob no jutsu” kills me.

Catch and Release by wafflelate *

(T, kissing, still idealistic(ish) Madara, after the river confrontation, teenagers) * One of my favorites. Very cute.

like a feather, like a whisper by theadventuresof *

(G, soft, meetings at the river) * I like fics that show more than the canon meetings but also this is v well written and full of longing that’s typically hard to pull off.

Clandestine by misbehavingvigilante

(T, first crush, clingy Hashirama)

Subtle by amsy

(G, modern school au, confessing)

One Second by raindrops28

(G, angst, Hashirama taken in by Uchiha)

The Ones Who Fell In Love by PewDiePie

(T, long oneshot, romeo and juliet-esc au, growing up)

just kids by orphan_account

(T, referenced torture, implied rape (not explicit but fyi), meeting at the riverbank)

Torches by forlornwind

(G, focus on Madara as a sensor rather than relationship)

flowering. by greywords

(G, poetic language, all lowercase)

Damn... This is love, huh. by fuckgoose

(G, fishing, art, v short)

the earth is warmer when you laugh by sanguinedawns

(T, growing up, teenagers, cute, animal injury (no death))

Stop Running Away I’m Trying to Confess My Love to You by junistired

(T, teenagers, modern highschool au, confessing, valentine’s day)

Abandoned (or not updated >2 years)

Kids by the River by chronicallyCritical

(T, canon-compliant, wish it was continued)

Crimson Cherry Blossoms by Loeka

(G, fem!Madara, crush at first sight, abandoned but the author did outline a lot more in the comments on the last chapter if you’d like closure)

This is as much as I could find, but I know I’m missing some. Hope this helps you find something new anon!

#naruto #hashimada #hashirama #madara #hashirama senju #madara uchiha #madahashi #recs #i don't wanna talk about how long this took #or how oddly therapeutic is was to format it #😂😂#organization is my passion #asks #anon

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wanna-be-bookish · 6 years ago

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I was tagged by my mum @thequeen-of-hell to do the background, last song and last selfie tag. Thanks bb 💓💓💓💓 (Disclaimer: my bg is BTS' Hoseok lmao)

#tagged #thequeen-of-hell #selfie #bts #kpop #jung hoseok #jhope #mamamoo #k idols #personal

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greennightspider · 5 years ago

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Secrets VI: Mothers in Law (Final Chapter)

Summary: Hvitserk is usually the quiet, mischievous brother. No one really knows what he does, or where he is half of the time, he’s usually an enigma. So what if the reason why….was not an it, but a who?

Secrets, Secrets II, Secrets III, Secrets IV, Secrets V

Hvitserk x Rumena (Mena for short) (OC)

The morning sun awoke Rumena with its gentle rays, and the feel of Hvitserk kissing up her legs was also a welcome pronouncement. “Morning.” She purred, to which Hvitserk returned her smile. “Good morning.”

Hvitserk continued his journey, kissing up Mena’s leg and her thigh. As he came close to her sex Rumena caressed his face, running her fingers through his hair. “Such a treat, and so early.” She sighed, moving her hips further down, so that Hvitserk’s arms came to circle under her thighs.

In truth, Hvitserk was still jaded from the previous day’s events, the thought of his brothers laying a hand on his woman-

Yes. His woman.

He sank his mouth into her sex hearing her broken moan, and lifted her hips so that his hands could cup her supple ass. Her warmth was always so inviting, her moans always so tempting, the way she would buck her hips begging for more.

Hvitserk’s possessiveness was getting the better of him, rocking her his to meet the rhythm of his inflections on her clit, making her squeal. He would be damned if any of this brothers tried to take Rumena away from him.

She brought shivers down his spine with the way her thighs spasmed around his ears, only able to hear her muffled cries of his name. He loved the way she tangled her fingers in his hair and rolled his head into her when she was close, Hvitserk making sure never to let up until he felt her cream on his tongue her orgasmic cries music to his ears. Yes, he loved their excursions, but it was more than that.

The way he wanted to take care of her, the way he looked forward every day to seeing her welcome him home. Hvitserk knew the night before, and the way Mena looked at him and kissed him with such fervour drew him over the edge.

He knew his heart belonged to her forever.

He drew himself up to her flushed face, covering them both in the bedfurs once more, trying to gather the courage to confess what he now knew. “Rumena, I-“

“Knock knock!”

The pair looked at each other quizzically, but before they could answer the door flung wide open, the first prince of Kattegat himself strolling in. “Morning little brother.”

“Bjorn what the hell are you doing here again!” Hvitserk hissed, trying to make sure that Rumena was covered up. A cautious Ubbe followed in tow, trying to avert his eyes from the obviously dishevelled girl.

“And where’s the snake-y one.” Rumena said boldly.

Bjorn turned on his heels and cocked his head. “Snakey one?”

“The minx means me.” Ivar strode in, the final person in the party, making no effort to stab his crutch into the floorboards menacingly. Rumena noted now that at full height Ivar stood almost taller than Hvitserk, the youngest prince taking his place near the table to lean on.

“Oh! She doesn’t know who we are. Bad Hvitty.” Bjorn chuckled. “I am Bjorn son of Lagertha and Ragnar Lothbrok. That is Ubbe,” he then nodded in the direction of the snakey one. “And the grumpy one is Ivar.”

“Again why are you here.” Hvitserk growled.

“We’re here because mother sent for you.” Ubbe sighed. “She heard, and now she wants to meet her.”

“Why is it any of her business.” Hvitserk scoffed.

“Well, technically she did come aboard a slave boat, as none of us remember her being on any other ship.” Ivar said. “So as a slave-“

“I am not a slave.” Mena stated, feeling Hvitserk’s arm pull protectively behind her back.

Bjorn interrupted. “That is not for you to decide, err-”

“My name is Rumena.”

“Slave or not, as a newcomer you need to be presented to the regent of this place, Rumena.” Ubbe folded his arms, finally daring a look at the girl. “You are a foreigner, a stranger here. And if you want to be accepted in this place, this is your chance.”

Rumena steeled a look at Hvitserk, who was still glaring at his brothers. But Rumena knew the older one had spoken the truth. Turning back to his brothers, she squeezed Hvitserk’s hand.

“We will come then.”

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It was hard not to feel the stares of everyone as she walked through the town. Some looked at her with disdain, others with curiosity, as to why such a being would be escorted by the princes of Kattegat. The only thing that kept her going was Hvitserk’s hand in hers, squeezing her reassuringly. She took comfort in Hvitserk, but was unsure what defence they had against a queen.

The doors of the hall were already open, and as she entered Mena marveled at the furs that covered the throne. And of course, the woman who sat upon it. Even sitting down Rumena could tell that she was quite tall, her features very angular. She was wearing a dark blue dress that contrasted with her firey hair, her wrists slender as they peeked out of the long embroidered sleeves.

She definitely looked regal. And Rumena was starting to realize how significant her relationship with Hvitserk might be.

Aslaug peered at the girl who entered alongside her son, her expression revealing neither disdain nor approval.

“What is your name, slave.”

“I am not a slave- your Highness.” Rumena said, slightly bowing.

Aslaug tipped her head ever so slightly to the right. “That is not what I asked.”

Rumena gulped, thequeen’s piercing glare icier than the winter’s chill. “Rumena.”

“And is it true, Rumena, that you came here from the raids on a slave boat, only to escape and attempt to find favour in my son’s arms?”

“No!” Rumena shouted, but the crowd had already begun to murmur. Her fists started to shake, knowing that the word of a foreigner might not have any weight here at all.

“That is a lie.” Rumena felt Hvitserk’s presence as he stood shoulder to shoulder with her, staring down his mother and his queen with no remorse.

“The ship that you were aboard belonged to King Harald. Therefore any and all slaves

aboard that ship were his property.” Aslaug smiled coldly at her son. “So as it stands, she is property of a King of a neighbouring land.”

“That is not fair!” Hvitserk barked.

“Well it is not like we have anyone here to vouch for the truth of your story.” Aslaug said bluntly.

“Yes there is.”

A soft but strong voice came from the entrance of the hall, revealing a quirky but very well-known couple, a pair that were known to be companions of Ragnar himself.

“Helga.” Rumena almost cried in relief seeing her friend.

“We will vouch for them. Wont we Floki?” Helga smiled at her husband, who giggled in return.

“Yes we will.” Floki gazed mischeviously at the throne before going into a curtsy. “Your highness.”

“As do I.”

Rumena saw the queen’s jaw instantly clench, as all turned to see who was in the doorway. The crowd instantly made way for the newcomer.

Lagertha (and an out of breath Bjorn) made their way through the hall towards the throne.

“Who is that?” Mena whispered.

“My stepmother and Bjorn’s mother.” Hvitserk whispered back. “It is a long story.”

“Welcome, Earl Ingstad.” Aslaug stood and clasped her hands. “What an unexpected surprise.” She smiled, although her voice made Rumena shiver.

Lagertha returned the gaze. “I came on the behest of my son, to told me of these two and their plight.” She nooded at Rumena and Hvitserk.

“Well I cannot see how it is any business of yours.” Aslaug laughed.

“Actually it is.” Lagertha cut off her chuckle sharply, taking one step towards the throne, her eyes lingering on the empty one beside. “You see, the residence in which Hvitserk and this girl have lived is within the borders of Hedeby.” Lagertha’s smile instantly faded. “Which makes it my business.”

Aslaug’s smile faded too, her bony fingers clenching the throne.

“As such,” Lagertha continued, turning around and walking back to the couple. “It is within my right and power, to deem this girl a free woman, as she always has been.”

She then “If King Harald has any quam about a missing ‘slave’ that he never knew about to begin with, then he can answer to me.”

Rumena’s mouth dropped open at her smile, as did Hvtiserk’s, looking to Bjorn for some explanation, but his older brother just shrugged with his hands folded.

Lagertha spun around with a smug tug in her smile. “Does that suit you?”

“Are you done here then?” Aslaug maintained her poise, trying not to let her contempt show for the Earl.

Lagertha paused, before turning to Hvitserk. “I would also like to make a proposition to your son Hvitserk. That he become my personal messenger and an ambassador of Hedeby.” Gasps were heard all across the hall at that.

“Of course, having such an intermediary, will mean that I would not have to come myself.” Lagertha propositioned, knowing that Aslaug would rather see her counterpart as little as possible.

“I accept.” Hvitserk nodded hastily, stepping forward. “If it pleases the queen.”

Aslaug’s fingers thrummed on the armrests of the throne. She had hoped to be able to marry Hvitserk off to a neighbouring kingdoms’ daughter, or at least someone highborn. And she hated the idea of Lagertha outshining her in her own kingdom. But then she sighed, exasperated. “Do what you want.” She waved her arm dismissively at the gathering. The queen had neither the time nor energy to fight this battle.

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“How did your mother know about this?” Hvitserk whispered to his brother lowly.

“Ah well, I may or may not have owed her a visit. And when I told her it would be a chance to one-up your mother, well she was one her horse halfway here.” Bjorn laughed.

“Brother, I don’t know how to thank you.” Hvitserk shook his head.

Bjorn scoffed, shrugging his shoulders before putting his arms around both Rumena and Hvitserk. “It is the least we can do after giving your woman such a scare. Especially when the snakey one doesn’t apologize.”

Lagertha smiled at the trio. “You know you two are welcome in Hedeby any time.”

Rumena took a chance and smiled at the older woman. “Thank you very much.” She then turned to Hvitserk, grabbed his face and kissed him with all of her might, a couple of villagers whistling at the sight.

She felt Hvitserk’s strong arms encircle her as she pulled back. “I love you, Viseka.”

Hvitserk’s shock turned into a grin as he picked her up and whipped her around. “I love you too Rumena!” He shouted, not caring who heard or what they thought. All that mattered was her.

“Earl Ingstad!” Hvitserk called out, Lagertha turning quizzically to him.

Hvitserk then held Rumena’s face in his hands. “I would like us to be married.” He grinned. “If Rumena accepts.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!” Rumena cried, pulling him into her arms once more.

“Always yes.”

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thewincestgospel · 5 years ago

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Bless Me Father For I Have Sinned

aka stories where either Dean and Sam are Priest (or at least dressed up as priest)

Caught Between Heaven and Hell by TheQueen (FaustusianSutcliff) Dean Winchester never thought of himself as special. He never liked his ability to see a demon's true face. And instead joined the church as a deacon. Boy king of hell, Sam, takes an interest in the deacon and as a result, heaven has to get involved.

Confessions by sammichgirl Sam likes Dean dressed as a priest. Dean likes Sam’s confessions.

Faith, Love, and Sin by deansdirtybb The fire that killed Mary Winchester changed their lives forever. Unable to handle raising his young sons, John tells Dean that Sammy died and gives the baby to family. Dean is raised by Pastor John and enters the priesthood. When Sam acts out so badly he runs out of family he is left to the care of Father Winchester and Pastor Jim at their reform school. There’s an undeniable spark between Sam and Dean…and then they discover they are brothers.

Forbidden Love by annie46 Jensen Ackles is a successful businessman. Nothing or nobody can stand in his way. His life is thrown off balance when he meets trainee Priest Father Jared Padalecki and he realises that nothing in this life goes quite as planned. (WARNING- Chapter 10 contains an attempted suicide)

Forgive Me Father by kiraynn What if Dean was the one who was going to turn evil? Learning of the probability, John sent Sam away six years ago to Pastor Jim in order to protect him. But Dean wants his brother back.

For you, I'll do anything by Tina_J2 Sam and Dean grow up on the street, which leads their lives to two very different directions.Prompts was: Can I ask for Mob Boss!Dean/Priest!Sam (still brothers)~ Maybe adding some sex toys like dildo.

Have You Seen Him Whom My Soul by veronamay Matthew 26:41—"Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak." (J&J fic)

Heaven's Full And Hell Won't Have Me by whiskeydays Knight of Hell Dean is on a killing spree throughout the Midwest when he makes a pit stop in a town that turns out to be much more interesting than Dean would have thought. Who is the mysterious Father Winchester and why does he seem to be immune to Dean's powers?

Pray for Me, My Priest WevyrDove Father Sam is desperate for a solution to the church's financial woes; the church and adjoining monastery have been his home since he was orphaned as a child, and he would do anything to save it from being closed. His fervent prayers are answered when help comes from an unexpected source, but Sam soon learns that it comes at much too high a cost.

Preacher Man by alphvjensen “Forgive me, father for I have sinned. My last confession was…” he trailed off, chuckling a little. “Well, probably never… but I’ve been having impure thoughts about a boy…a man really. Only know his name and where he works but that doesn’t stop the thoughts. I bet he makes the prettiest of sounds when I’ve got my mouth wrapped around his cock. Does that make me evil…corrupt…tainted? Don’t wanna ruin my chances of walking through those pearly gates upstairs if you know what I mean, preacher man.” Sam could hear the smirk in his voice.It took him a moment to find his voice, longer than what it should have and he mentally cursed himself for allowing this man to have this power over him. He shouldn’t listen to him, let those words sink into his brain, settle in other parts of his body.“Well…” He had to clear his throat before continuing. “Thoughts do not make a man corrupt. You haven’t acted on these thoughts yet, have you?” “Not yet, preacher man.”

Sacrament by riyku In Seminary, Sam cultivated a love of knowledge and of God, in exactly that order. He was taught that vampires were real, that silver could take down a werewolf, and that belief could be a living, breathing thing. In Seminary, Dean learned how to fight. Most of all, Dean learned to have faith in his brother. They were both introduced to the true meaning of war. Now the war is finished and the church has disbanded their sect of elite warriors, leaving them to fend in an unfamiliar civilian society. They are ragtag refugees of a war everyone tries to forget. For Sam and Dean, however, the fight is far from over.

Sins of the Brother by WevyrDove Dean and Sam are raised as Catholics. When their mother is taken from them by cancer, Dean loses his faith, while Sam finds comfort in it. As Dean struggles through his high school years, his relationship with his father deteriorates, and he leaves home soon after graduation. The next time he comes back to town, Sam is graduating from high school. Dean is shocked to see how much his brother has grown in the few years they have been apart, and finds himself thinking of Sam in inappropriate ways. He tries to push those feelings aside so he can take Sam on the road trip he planned as a graduation gift. But despite Dean’s best efforts, the two brothers end up in each other’s arms for one blissful night of pleasure. In the morning, Sam is gone, and Dean is heartbroken. Years later, they meet again; Sam has become the priest at their old family church, and Dean is determined to resolve the differences between them. Once more, Sam finds himself teetering on the edge of sin, and he must decide whether his own happiness or God’s calling is more important.

Take Me There [Where the Kingdom Comes] by non_tiembo_mala Sam and Dean wind up crammed into a confessional while wearing their priestly getups, and Dean isn't one to let an opportunity pass him by.

A Thing For Collars by phantisma Dean convinces Sam to pull out the priest costumes to investigate a haunting at a monastery hosting a retreat, but when disaster strikes, Sam ends up believing he really is a priest…and Dean has to find a way to help him remember.

The Vow by annie46 17 year old Jared is bound for the church, it is his destiny. He has to take vows of chastity, obedience and silence. Young and alone he goes through the motions of living, wanting only to escape the life he has been forced into.

21 year old Brother Jensen, has been a monk for most of his life. He was taken into the monastery as a child and he owes the Brother’s his life. How can these two, very different, men survive, when they begin to become more than friends and the vows they have made become less important than each other….

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bangtanstanst · 6 years ago

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Human Error | 2

part one • part two

Forced to work on yet another case alongside Kim Taehyung, the newest android prototype, you try to make the best of it. But when all the evidence points to an unusual suspect and brings up unusual questions, it seems even Taehyung can’t quite figure out what is really going on.

pairing: android!taehyung x reader

genre: detroit become human (the game) au, cop au, fluff, angst

warnings: blood, guns, death, hostage situation

word count: 4.2k

this is the second and last part of a request by @allypasta♥

a/n: hiii, I hope you’ve a great week! Here’s the second part to the android fic, I really really hope you like it (and thank you so much for the feedback & interaction on part 1!! I really appreciate it♥) :)

›› tag list: @nambewb @moonojoon @thequeen-oni ‹‹

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“So what you’re saying is,” your captain starts slowly, folding her hands in front of her. It’s been hours since you interrogated Lee and you’re sitting in your captain’s office to report on the case developments so far – which have been frustrating, to say the least. “You think there’s a killer android on the loose and you have no idea how to track it down?”

You let out a breath, nodding slowly. “Yeah,” you reply, clearing your throat.

Chaewon purses her lips, leaning back in her chair. “And there really is no way of reactivating the tracker?”

“Not from afar, no,” Taehyung replies. He’s standing next to you, right behind the chair Chaewon offered him before he refused to sit down. “It has to be done physically.”

Your captain rubs her face, heaving a sigh. “Alright, then what’s your plan of attack?” she asks finally, looking between the two of you.

“CyberLife has agreed to let us know right away if the tracker somehow reactivates. We’ve put out a BOLO for the android, and we’ve stationed two officers outside of Lee’s apartment building in case it returns to its home base,” you report, straightening your back. “For the rest, we’re trying to keep the public in the dark to prevent people from panicking.”

Chaewon nods slowly. “Okay, good. Then it’s just a waiting game now, I guess,” she concludes, swivelling her chair around to snatch a folder from behind her, then plopping it down on her desk and flipping it open. “You’re dismissed. Let me know when there are any developments.”

“Will do, captain,” you say with a nod, rising from your chair and quickly heading out of her office. Taehyung is right in tow as you walk back to your desk, your footsteps echoing through the open office space along with the typing of keyboards, phones ringing, the chatter in the background.

You sit down at your desk and lean back with a heavy sigh, your monitor screens jumping on once they register your movements. Another case on the unsolved pile, and there’s pretty much nothing you can do about it except wait – wait for the android to show up on your radar, wait for the tracker to magically reactivate, or simply wait for the case to solve itself. All great options.

You let out another sigh. “Taehyung,” you start, glancing at him through the glass screens that separate your desks.

He looks up from his monitor, eyebrows raised. “Detective.”

“How is it that androids can just deactivate their tracker?” you ask, leaning forward with your forearms pressing to the desk. “Isn’t there some sort of code that prevents you from doing it? Like with fighting?”

“There should be,” Taehyung replies with a nod, taking his hands off the keyboard to fold them in front of him, like Chaewon did just minutes before. “But, like with fighting, there might have been an issue with this android’s software that enabled it to ignore those commands.”

“So you just know where your tracker is?” you inquire, tilting your head. “Like, 100 percent sure?”

He nods once more. “Yes.”

“And you have no secret backup tracker or something? Absolutely none?”

An amused smile tugs at Taehyung’s lips as he tilts his head. “I don’t know why you’d be asking me if it’s supposed to be so secret, but it’s very unlikely. All androids know how they’re built to the smallest detail, just in case we ever need to fix any of our components.”

You hum thoughtfully, furrowing your eyebrows as you stare at him. Taehyung looks right back at you, his expression neutral yet expectant, LED glowing a soft blue. “So, then, if you can fix everything on your own, why did you have to go to CyberLife for recalibration?”

He pauses for a moment before he opens his mouth, probably about to lecture you on the differences between software and hardware – but he’s interrupted by the shrill sound of your phone going off. You glance down at it and raise an eyebrow – “It’s an unknown number,” you mutter, tilting your head. Taehyung nods, seals his lips, and turns back to his desktop.

With a last glance at him, you sigh and accept the call, putting the phone to your ear. “Yes?”

“Detective,” a voice breathes, high-pitched and squeaky.

It’s only vaguely familiar, and it takes you a second to realise who is on the other line. Once you do, however, your eyebrows shoot up and you sit up in your chair. “Miss Lee?”

From the corner of your eye, you see Taehyung look up from his monitor.

When there’s just a sniff at the other end of the line, you frown, exchanging glances with Taehyung – you’re sure he’s listening, too. “Can I help you with anything?”

“My– my android,” Lee sniffs. There’s a voice in the background, though it’s too far away for you to understand any of the words it’s saying. “He’s back,” she adds in a whisper, her voice trembling. “I think he has a gun.”

As soon as you hear the words, your eyes widen and you jump up from your chair, pulling your coat from the back of it. “Where are you right now?”

“I’m at home,” she replies breathlessly. Taehyung is out of his chair already, moving over to your side and swiftly catching your coat when you throw it to him, fishing your car keys out of the pocket as you keep walking. “I live at –”

“Hey!” the voice shouts. Lee whimpers, sniffs. “Who the hell are you talking to?!”

“No one! No one, I –”

The line cuts out.

You curse underneath your breath, pacing towards the exit. “I know where she lives,” Taehyung reassures you as you walk down the corridor, slipping past a group of officers returning from lunch. “I can drive us there.”

“Not what I’m worried about here, Taehyung,” you mutter in reply, pushing open the doors and practically sprinting to your car. You slip into the passenger’s seat, taking your phone out of your pocket to call for backup as Taehyung sits down next to you and starts the engine, driving off.

You can only hope you get there in time.

The car comes to a screeching halt in the middle of the road, right in front of Lee’s apartment building. You jump out as soon as you can manage, snatching your gun off the dashboard and slamming the car door closed, running up to the entrance. The two android officers you stationed outside of the building are nowhere to be found – the car you allocated them seems to be gone, too.

The entrance is locked, and the door doesn’t budge when you pull. “God dammit,” you mutter, taking a step back and looking up at the building. Your view is blocked by the balconies right above you and you’ll have to cross the street in an attempt to look inside, much too far away to really see anything up there.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoes through the street, followed by a scream – Lee. You curse once more, hand tightening around your gun and aiming it at the glass door.

Taehyung puts a hand on your arm, pushing it back down, and steps forward to look at the door. His eyes quickly move to the keypad right next to it and he breaks open its panel, starting to mess with it while you’re just left to stand there, feeling absolutely useless. Your heart is pounding, your breathing shallow, and you’re chewing on the inside of your cheek as you glance up at the building once more – there are no other sounds to alarm you, and you can only hope that it’s a good sign.

Your head snaps back to look at Taehyung when you hear a reassuring beep and the door jumps open, allowing you to run inside and sprint up the stairs. “Which apartment?” you breathe, glancing over your shoulder at Taehyung. In the background, you hear the sirens of your backup arriving, cops shouting as they jump out of their cars.

“414,” he replies, keeping up with you quite easily as you dash up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. With a nod, you focus on the signs indicating the floors – two, three, four.

Heart beating out of your chest, you run down the corridor, head snapping from one door to another to check the numbers written on them, stopping at Lee’s apartment, where the door is cracked open. You hear whimpers travelling outside, a low voice frantically trying to silence them.

“Please, Hyeonju, just –”

“Shut up,” the android hisses. “Shut up.”

You look over your shoulder at Taehyung, whose LED is flickering blue, his eyes fixed on Lee’s front door. “Stay back,” he whispers, slowly stepping towards the apartment.

Your eyebrows furrow as he brushes past you. “Wait, Taehyung, what are you –”

The rest of your sentence goes lost when he slips inside and there’s a gasp – “Who the hell are you?!” shouts Hyeonju. You swear you can hear a tremble in his voice, but you dismiss the thought. “Stay back!”

Pursing your lips, you step closer to the door but keep yourself pressed against the wall, your gun pointed at the floor. Why did he have to go in alone, dammit?

“Hi, Hyeonju,” Taehyung says calmly. You hear the floor creak as he steps closer and you squeeze your eyes shut, head falling back against the wall. Your shoulders are heaving and your breaths are heavy, heart pounding out of your chest as you listen to what’s happening inside. “My name is Taehyung.”

“How– how do you know my name?” Hyeonju shoots back. A gun clicks and it takes you almost all of your restraint to keep yourself from kicking in the door and backing up Taehyung in there. You look through the crack between the door and the doorframe, though all you can see is a cream-coloured wall, dark coats hanging off a peg next to the door. “I said stay back!”

“I know a lot of things about you,” Taehyung simply replies, talking slowly, calmly. The floor creaks with his footsteps, and there’s a sudden yelp drawn from Lee’s lips. Your hand tightens around your gun and you inch closer to the door, trying to look further into Lee’s apartment – it doesn’t work. “I’m here to help you, Hyeonju.”

“Help me? You’re a cop, for fuck’s sake,” Hyeonju snaps, his voice sharp but hoarse. “You’re supposed to be deactivating me right about now.”

“I’m on your side, Hyeonju,” Taehyung insists. He takes a few more steps, Lee whimpers. “I promise you, nothing bad will happen as long as I’m with you.”

There’s a creak at the end of the hallway and your head snaps in its direction, eyes widening when you see a small group of armed officers heading towards you, their boots looking much too heavy to not make a sound walking on these floors. You frantically wave your free hand to try to make them slow down, keep them as silent as possible – and to your relief, they nod in acknowledgement, slowing their pace.

“I know you killed Park Donggeun,” Taehyung continues.

“I–” Hyeonju croaks, a short silence falls. The tremble you swore you heard before is back, and it seems to be even stronger now. You glance at the officers, who are slowly but surely creeping down the hallway, guns ready to fire. “I didn’t mean to do it,” he says finally. “I was just defending myself, he– he was gonna kill me. I couldn’t let him kill me.”

“I understand, Hyeonju,” Taehyung says slowly. “You were scared and you didn’t see a way out, so you did what you had to do.”

“Exactly!” shouts Hyeonju in reply, though he clears his throat, softly repeating, “Exactly.”

“I would do the same thing in your situation.” There’s a pause. The officers gather around the doorway alongside you, forming a half circle around you, and they point their guns at the apartment. Breathing slowly, you step out of their way and look down at your feet, listening to Taehyung – he seems to be doing well, thankfully. “But hurting Hyejin isn’t the solution,” he adds, his voice soft. “You know that, don’t you?”

Another beat of silence. “I– I don’t want to hurt her. Please, I just want to get out of this alive,” Hyeonju begs. Your eyebrows furrow – if you hadn’t known that he’s an android, you’d almost think he really was terrified. “I don’t want them to deactivate me and take me apart.”

“Then let her go, Hyeonju.” As if on cue, Lee whimpers. “Let her go and we’ll talk. I can put in a good word for you, I’ll make sure you won’t get hurt.”

Your heart is pounding as silence falls and you exchange glances with your colleagues, all clamouring to hear Hyeonju’s answer. “How do I know I can trust you?”

“I’m an android too, Hyeonju. Just like you. See?” sounds the reply. A short silence follows once more and you’re growing hopeful. You glance at the door once more, letting out a slow breath. Come on, Taehyung. “I know you’re scared right now – but those feelings are just errors in your software. I can help you fix it. I can help you get back to normal.”

“No!” Hyeonju shouts harshly. You tense up in reply, though you hold up your hand to stop the officers from bursting in. “No, I don’t need to be fixed. There’s nothing wrong with me.”

You can’t stand not being able to see what’s happening inside. All you hear are voices and whimpers, footsteps – all you see is a door, a wall, a set of coats. But no matter how much you want to throw open the door and run inside to help, you stay put. You have to trust that Taehyung can handle it.

“Okay, that’s okay. You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do. Just trust me, Hyeonju, I’ll get you out of this if you let Hyejin go.”

A long silence. You hold your breath, raising your gun to aim it at the door, getting ready for a surprise – but that surprise doesn’t come.

“Okay.” Your eyes widen, lips parting, and you let out a long sigh of relief, gun dropping back to your side. “Okay, I trust you.”

A second later, you hear footsteps dash towards the door and Lee emerges, gasping in surprise when she sees the officers surrounding her, their guns now pointed at the floor. You step forward and gesture for her to walk towards you, and she does.

“Just go downstairs and go to one of my colleagues there for help, okay?” you whisper, knowing there will be one or two officers staying behind to secure the area. She nods frantically, her shoulders shaking as she sobs as silently as she can, her face stained with tears like this morning. The poor woman. “You’re safe now,” you add, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Lee nods once more, eyes flickering to the door before you smile in encouragement, letting her turn around and run off into safety. You watch her for one second longer, making sure she gets out of the hallway okay, and she turns around the corner to head down the stairs when –

A deafening flurry of gunshots rings in your ears and you whirl around, seeing your colleagues rushing inside, shouting at Hyeonju, at each other. Wide-eyed, you let out a breath and you rush inside, coming to a stop in the doorway.

Lee’s apartment is a shot-up mess, bullet holes decorating the walls, a cracked picture frame hanging askew, barely holding onto the wall – but that is by far not the worst thing to see, and you tense up when your eyes finally fall on Hyejin’s android.

He’s standing upright but frozen, his gun still in his hand. Bright blue thirium drips from several gaping bullet wounds across his chest and head, and his eyes are wide open, lips parted – the expression on his face looks nothing short of terrified. A moment of dead silence falls as you stare at Hyeonju, officers swarming around him to pull his empty shell out of the apartment.

Taehyung stands in the middle of the living room, looking just as frozen as he stares at the pool of thirium on the floor. You take a few steps towards him, crossing your arms as you warily glance at him. “You did well, Taehyung,” is all you say, hoping it’ll wake him from his trance.

His head snaps up to look aside at you. His eyebrows are furrowed, LED flickering yellow, but he just nods, turning back to look at the pool of thirium. “We should notify the captain about this,” he says, tearing his eyes away from the blue blood, turning around and walking away.

You frown when you spot the icy expression he’s wearing, empty and emotionless. Rushing to keep up with him, you quickly follow him back down the corridor, towards the stairwell. “Hey, Taehyung, you okay?” you ask with a deepening frown.

He doesn’t reply.

The night is pitch black when you finally return home, your eyes drooping as you fumble with your keys to unlock the door. Rain is falling down from the skies like it was this morning and your hair is dripping wet, your coat completely soaked. You don’t really pay it much attention, however, and you just walk inside without another thought, switching on the lights, slipping off your shoes and walking to the kitchen table, where you hang your coat over the back of a chair to dry. Walking over to the sink, you squeeze out your hair over it, the rainwater loudly dripping down into the basin. Rain is continuously hammering against the windows, a flash of lightning penetrating the curtains before its thundering sound booms in your ears.

With a sigh, you start to pad over to your bedroom to slip into a pair of warm, dry pyjamas – but before you actually get the chance to do so, the doorbell rings.

You frown, turning and walking over to your front door, staring at it for a moment. The bell rings again, twice as long this time, and you take another step forward to look through the peephole. Your frown only deepens when you see who it is and you quickly unlock the door, pulling it open.

“Taehyung?”

“Y/N,” he breathes. His hair is wet, matted to his forehead and temple, but the bright glow of his LED shines right through – and it’s flickering red. The way he looks at you is frantic, and you stare back at him, rendered speechless. Another burst of thunder booms through the dark night sky.

“What are you– are you okay?” you stammer, distracted by the ever-flickering light on his temple, distracted by the fact that he called you by your name – no ‘detective’, not your last name. Y/N. “Is there something wrong?”

His mouth opens and closes, his eyebrows furrowed. “I– I don’t know,” he mutters in reply, eyes staring into nothingness before he quickly fixes his gaze on you once more. “I’m sorry, I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

You quickly shake your head. “It’s okay.” The way he’s acting has you nervous – it feels like he might as well be shutting down at any moment. “You should come inside, sit down somewhere.”

He’s told you many times over that sitting down feels exactly the same as standing up to an android, but there’s none of that this time. He just nods slowly, waits for you to step aside, then enters your apartment.

It’s silent as you lock the door once more and you follow him into the living room, where you cautiously sit down on the couch. Rain keeps battering your windows, an almost static-like sound filling your ears, only interrupted by the occasional shot of thunder. Your soft living room lights make the water in Taehyung’s hair glint as it slowly drips onto his clothes, and he stares at the raindrops as they dissolve into the fabric.

“Do you need a towel?” you ask softly, breaking the silence.

He slowly shakes his head, finally looking up at you again, just looking, as if he’s searching your face for something that he just cannot find.

When he still doesn’t say anything, you furrow your eyebrows, tilting your head. “You’re kind of scaring me here, Taehyung,” you tell him, at which his lips part and he clears his throat, averting his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Hyeonju,” he finally replies, his voice so soft it’s barely audible above the rain outside.

You’re taken aback, eyebrows shooting up. “Was he reactivated or something?”

He quickly shakes his head, small droplets of rain splattering against your skin. “No, he’s still gone, I just –” He pauses once more, blinking before he continues. “When they shot him, back at Lee’s apartment, he was looking right at me, and I…” Lifting his eyes to yours, he takes a breath, though he appears stiff. “He looked so scared.”

“But that’s just a software glitch, you said it yourself,” you return, noticing the way his face twitches at your words.

“I’m not sure it’s just a glitch anymore,” he says, eyebrows furrowing as he looks at you.

You lean back slightly, lips parted, though the words don’t quite process with you just yet. “Wh– what? What do you mean?” You can feel your heart start to beat faster when he doesn’t lighten up, simply averting his eyes once more to stare at the wall behind you instead.

“It doesn’t even make sense,” he mutters, shaking his head slowly. Your frown only deepens at that. “I just… when I saw him die, I imagined what it would be like to die in his place.” He blinks, looks back at you, only making your heart beat faster. “And I was scared, too. I felt scared.”

You let out a sharp breath, staring at him as you both fall silent. You’re confused, speechless, wondering if this is some weird dream that you’ll wake up from in a few seconds. But when you look at him, it all feels too real. The details of his face are too imperfect, his eyes too stormy.

“What can I do?” you ask finally. Softly, breathlessly. “Should I call CyberLife?”

He quickly shakes his head. “No, no, that’s not necessary. I could go there myself if I needed to.”

“Then why are you here?” you inquire before you realise what you’re blurting out.

He hesitates, blinking for a moment, frowning to himself. “When faced with emotional turmoil, humans usually seek out the support and reassurance of people they love and trust,” he starts, eyes never once leaving yours. His voice is a low hum in your ears, replacing the rain that has now slowed down to a pitter-patter. A drop of what you assume to be rain escapes from the corner of his eye when he blinks, rolling down his cheek under the yellow light of his LED before hanging on to his chin for a second, then falling off.

“You reassure me, Y/N.”

Your heart skips a beat and a shiver runs down your spine. It seems you completely lose your ability to speak even a single word – what do you say to that? What do you even say, period? How do you comfort an android you’ve never had to comfort before, one who isn’t even supposed to need comfort?

Letting out a breath, you do the only thing that comes to mind, the one thing you hope will reassure him more than words – you reach out and hug him. He stiffens for a second, though soon puts his own arms around you, his warm hands resting on your back.

“We’ll figure it out,” you mutter, even though you have no idea what the hell this means, or what the hell you’re supposed to do to even ‘figure it out’. All you know is that Taehyung looks more human than you’ve ever seen him – and so, you simply tighten your arms around him as he buries his face into your shoulder.

“How?” he mutters into your clothes, his voice soft and breathy. Your heart sinks, even more so when you feel him grip the fabric of the work blouse you’re still wearing just a little tighter.

I don’t know. “We’ll find a way,” you tell him, nodding to yourself. Taehyung has helped you more times than you can count, and you’ve grown to see him as more than just the android he’s supposed to be – you refuse to leave him to deal with whatever is happening to him on his own.

You run a hand through his wet but soft hair, and you swear you can hear him let out a small sigh, that you can feel his shoulders untensing. The rain slows down even more and eventually stops completely, but you don’t let go.

“We’ll figure it out, Taehyung,” you insist yet again, your soft voice feeling like a burst of thunder cutting through the heavy silence. “I promise.”

a/n: thank you so much for reading, I hope you liked it!! I’ve really liked writing it :) I’m super curious to hear what you thought of it, so let me know, I’d love to hear from you! Again, thank you so much for reading, and I hope you have a great day/night wherever you are!♥♥♥

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