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sissytobitch10seconds · 22 days ago

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Farms and Ranches

Fandom: Helluva Boss Summary: Moving back to his childhood home reveals a lot more about his past than he thought it would, and leads to a pretty wonderful future. Warnings: Mentions of parental/sibling death, canon-typical violence, and hints of transphobia Word Count: 4,141 Ship(s): Sally-Mae/Striker

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A/N: This is a rare pair that I thought up with my mutual, so this fic is for them. If there are things that don't make sense it's probably because of that, haha. I hope that anyone that found this fic enjoys it! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

Striker pulled back on the reigns once they had reached the end of the long dirt driveway. Fields of sagebrush and white-yellow grass stretched as far as the eye could see in every direction, which left the house in front of him as the only thing that he could focus on.

It was a two-story traditional farmhouse, painted white on the outside with red and yellow trim around the windows, doors, and along the roof. There was a large wraparound porch that contained two rockers and a swing, a juliet balcony on the second floor outside of what had to be the primary suite inside. Next to the house was a tall barn painted in the traditional white and red, though the paint was chipping enough that the weathered wood material was peaking out from underneath to make it look as though it were gray.

The entire property was circled by a fence that was surprisingly well maintained for how long it had been deserted, which allowed the eyes to be brought to the horse pen and the feral steads that were still occupying the land due to the hearty food that grew there from years of ranching prior to the abandonment. They were gorgeous animals with the exact markings and color that buyers would want, if only someone had been working with the horses since they were born so that they also had the desired temperament.

Striker had never struggled with that before and knew that if anyone could get those horses ready to become race or work beasts, then it would be him. He had done that very thing with his own companion, Bombproof.

The horse in question was whinnying in protest of the hot sun and the long journey that they’d had. They were both used to have semi-full saddle bags and charging through the hot sun of Wrath as quickly as they could to get where they were going, but this journey had been different than the others. They had a cart pulled behind them and the saddle bags were full to the point of bursting. It was expected that the poor horse would be exhausted after all that.

As much as he wanted to continue staring at the house in front of him, he knew that he had to take care of his horse instead. He could let his mind wander through the memories that his childhood home held while working, he reminded himself gently. So, he kicked forward and led them into the shade that was cast by the building and then stopped them again. He removed himself from the saddle and removed the bags so that he could place them down in the cart. They would have toppled out when they were traveling, but stationary they would be fine and given Bombproof a chance to be lighter than air.

He walked then to the spigot at the side of the house. He knew that the water was potable and safe for his companion to drink since he and his little sister used to spend the hottest summer day staring at it until their father would let them play or drink from it until they were as cool as the underground well. He picked up a bucket, which was far dustier than anyone should be drinking out of, and placed it underneath the faucet. The first couple rounds of water were used to clean the receptacle before he let it fill almost to the top.

By the time that he returned back to where Bombproof was, the horse had placed his nose down into the dirt and was whuffling around for the tastiest of the plants that were available for him to eat. His ears moved forward and he looked intrigued when his owner brought the bucket of water over, and as soon as it was sat down he began to eagerly drink it up.

Striker used that opportunity to remove his bridal and saddle. He knew that his stead would follow him when he gave the right command and brought him to the mare-paddock, which would be empty and too complicated for the feral horses to get into. He was half glad that he had chosen to return back to his childhood home despite all that had happened there and half resenting him for making such a stupid impulse decision. It was far too late to return back to the cave that he had been using as his home now, though, he had given up that way of life for something his mother might actually be proud of.

He picked up his saddle bags and then stepped up onto the dusty porch of the house. Everything was going to need a good scrubbing before it would be able to the standards his mother had for their home. He wanted her to be able to look down or up from wherever she as and smile at him, knowing that he had preserved the building that she had loved so dearly.

He stepped through the front door after opening the lock with the key he had worn around his neck as a reminder for years now. He barely let himself look at anything inside as he brought all of his things from the cart outside and into the house.

Once everything had been unloaded and the cart had been parked where it belonged within the barn, he no longer had an excuse. He closed the front door behind him and looked out at the building where he had grown up. The front door led directly into the formal parlor and the family room was to the left of that, the kitchen directly forward and a half bath to the right. Through the kitchen was a hallway that led to the staircase that went upstairs where the bedrooms and his father’s study lay. It was sparsely furnished since a lot of their old things had been damaged so badly in the fire that they were no longer usable and he had never bothered to replace them.

He would have to change that soon, if he wanted to make his dream of actually living in the house a reality. That was something that could wait for another day, however, because he had work to do.

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Striker spent the next several days uploading the items that he had packed up from the cave he had used as a home for several years into the home he had known for far longer. It was hard to place his things, things he had collected and stolen and made, where the items that his parents had loved once sat. The fridge door was barren of the art and information that it had once held, the walls barren of the pictures that should be there outside of the few that hadn’t shattered when the earthquake had hit.

The memories of that horrid night plagued him almost every time he tried to close his eyes to the point where he began to seek refuge out in the horse barn with the animals. He could hear the screams of his mother as she succumbed to her burns trying to lure his sister out of the rubble where she had hidden. He could hear his father shouting and screaming as he held Striker back from rushing into the house and back into danger. He could smell the acrid smoke of their home bursting into flames because a lantern had tipped too far off of a shelf in an unattended room after a relatively small hellquake. It was unbearable, and something that he had run from for so long that he barely remembered the person that he was before then.

He worked the ranch just as he had seen his father do it. He was able to get the tame mares back into the horse barn, though he had to make sure that Bombproof was minding his manners so that no one got pregnant at an inopportune time. The other horses that were more feral than most were driven out to the furthest pasture so that they could live out their natural lives somewhere that they wouldn’t get hurt. He called out the vet to check on the calm ones that wouldn’t be good as a breeding stock, though getting them all vaccinated and castrated at such a late age definitely cost him a pretty penny.

The other thing that had begun to dig into his hard earned savings was restoring the house to the former glory it had once held. He had to get a new roof and repaint the entire thing, which he was glad that he was able to do on his own. Furnishings cost more than he remembered but it would have been a nightmare to purchase lumber and try to make it all himself. He knew that it would all be worth it when he was able to look up from his working and see the house that his mother had loved so dearly.

He was on his rounds again that day when something different happened. Striker had known that their land butted up on another family’s farm, one that raised and sold pigs for the slaughter, but he had never actually met them. The people of Wrath tended to mind their own business and keep their heads down. Culturally, it was considered very rude to butt into someone else’s life unannounced or try to be their friend simply because there was a certain amount of proximity between living situations.

It was why he was so surprised when he saw another person working on the fence that he had been coming to check, and even more surprised when she looked up and said, “Who are you?”

“I could ask you the same question,” he replied. His voice was hoarse and scratchy, damaged from smoke inhalation years ago and gruff with underuse.

“My family owns the farm that this house is next to. I come out and repair the shared fence every week. I’ve never seen you in that house, are you squatting?” the girl asked. She had long black hair that fell over one of her yellow eyes, curving black and white horns the way that all imps did. She had red skin that was barely marked by the white of scars, her body slim and fit.

“My family owns this farm,” he mimicked the words from earlier while jerking his head back towards the house. “Died a while ago and I came back to maintain the land now that I have the money to keep it up and running.”

“How old were you when the fire happened?” the girl asked.

“Isn’t that kind of a rude thing to ask a stranger?” Striker nearly snarled at her. Despite how defensive he was feeling and how much he would rather be entirely on his own, he still knelt down beside her and began to help her repair the hole in the fence that had been caused by years of it sitting alone.

The girl shrugged, “I don’t think you’re much of a stranger if your family used to own this land. We probably played together when we were children.”

“I doubt it,” Striker replied with a snort. “I only played with the boys in the neighborhood because my sister took all the girls as her own and would bite me if I tried to interfere with that. Bugger.”

“I used to be a boy,” the girl said casually. “You probably knew me by a different name, but I was Beau’s younger brother back when you would have lived here. I think you were about eight or ten?”

“Seven,” he corrected. He had been on his own for a long, long time. It was strange to think about the time before the fire when he had spent so long avoiding thinking about anything other than the present moment that he was existing in.

“Right, close enough,” the girl shrugged. “My name is Sally-Mae, now, by the way. If I hear you calling me by the name that my parents gave me when I was born then I’ll knock you on your ass faster than you can even think to grab something that might support you.”

Striker chuckled. He was used to meeting working women in bars and taverns as he traveled his way through the back part of the rings while working different hits. They weren’t the type of person that could be fallen in love with, they had a job and their own hangups that they needed time to work through. This girl was different, mostly because she wasn’t afraid to open her mouth and say exactly what had been on her mind. She didn’t have a reason to be afraid, no hangups or lines leading back to dangerous people.

That was exactly the reason that Striker couldn’t be with her though, despite the way that her laugh made him feel warm and he wanted to sink his teeth into her shoulder. She was prettier than any being he had met in a long time, which meant that she would be able to find a good partner and have plenty of pretty children to go along with it. He didn’t care that she had once been one of the boys that he used to play with when his chores were finished, she was strong enough to enforce the reality of the situation on anyone that was delusional to spray their bitterness out of their mouth around her.

“I’m moving back in. Don’t have a lot to do outside of the horses, if your folks ever need some help around their farm. Could use an extra penny or two to keep this place running,” Striker said. He hadn’t sold the horses when he had left in the beginning, which meant that the restoration of his family home had come from his own pocket. He had funnelled the money that he had earned from his odd jobs before he had found contract work into the house as well.

“I think that we could come up with a job or two for you. I can come over and help you as payment,” Sally-Mae shrugged with one shoulder, which revealed a speckling of little white scars on her shoulder.

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Striker soon learned that the scars he had seen during their first meeting had come from when her brothers had been learning how to shoot and gotten her with a smattering of buck shot. It was painful, but she liked how it looked and wouldn’t get it covered up with a black or red tattoo the way that a lot of imps with scars did.

He found himself working earlier and earlier in the morning on his own ranch so that he could skip to the next farm over and help them there. He could drive a plow with Bombproof, but he had lied and said that he was too unruly so that he had an excuse to work on weeding with his friend instead. It was as if the two of them had never left each other in the first place, they got along like two peas in a pod.

Sally-Mae liked to joke and laugh, but she also had quite the mouth on her and would put Striker in his place if he said something that she didn’t like. He was able to give as good as he got, which apparently wasn’t something that she was used to since she had transition and begun to be treated as a woman by the people she encountered in town. They would work shoulder-to-shoulder as they pulled unwanted plants from the long stripes of fields that her parents owned. Sometimes, they would also delve into the mud of the pig pits so that they could wrestle the beasts into compliance, for hoof trims and other treatments or for the slaughter.

That was before the hit that Striker had moved back home to get arrived. He had really wanted to move back to his home, the home that he had grown up and loved so much. It wasn’t hard to accept the final job that he had been offered, however.

The Goetia were supposed to be the emissaries sent to Hell from Heaven so that they could learn the magic of the lands and report back to God. They ended up being the most stuck up and horrendous demons that Striker had ever had the misfortune of meeting. He remembered the first time that his father had brought him along to one of the buyer’s meetings and the way that they had only been able to speak to the head butler, who was just barely able to keep the attention of the Goetia who was going to own the horses. They wanted the most prized steed that they had for sale and didn’t care at all about the personality, race, or coloring of the beast.

That had set Striker off enough that his father had sent him on walkabout when they reconvened from the horse showing for the final details. It would have been boring for a child of his age to see anyway. That was when he had found the young-ish son of the Goetia abusing some of the staff, pressing a girl up into the wall and pinching at her skin while she begged him to stop. Striker had tried to pull the much larger demon off of her, but it had been futile due to how weak and young he was.

From that day on, he had made himself be the strongest person in every room. He had built up muscle, made himself as quick as a whip and as harsh as a cat-o-nine-tails. He wasn’t ever going to let someone of his rank or lower than royalty be abused by the bastards that had power simply because of where in the social ranks they had been born.

He hadn’t expected this hit to go this way. He was a good assassin, he was able to hide himself and get a shot from almost an entire mile away with some of the superpowered weapons he had bought from the Carmine industry. He had never been found out, even after killing a half dozen royals and more than a hundred of the lower class demons that had taken to abusing their power. He knew that he would be able to sneak into the Harvest Festival and wipe out the Goetia that he had been asked to kill, then return back home to where he belonged. He wouldn’t take any more of the lower jobs after that, just the ones that were willing to fork over half their fortune to kill a Goetia.

Then it turned out that Sally-Mae’s little sister, whom she appeared to love very, very much, was working with another team of assassins. He had heard of IMP before, but he had thought that they would never really cross circles since the team worked in the human realm instead of in Hell like he did. That was until he found out that they were in the pocket of the Goetia bastard that he had been paid to kill, to the point that they were serving as his protection for the festival.

He had fought with them, thrown Millie and her coward husband into the cellar of Sally-Mae’s house. He had tousled with Blitzo to the point where both of them were bruised and bloody, before he had finally decided that it wasn’t worth what he was being paid. He had retreated back to his home just in time to get a call from the bitch that had hired him to take the hit, who informed him that he was getting double for not killing him. He would have to keep an eye out for another opportunity to wipe out the Goetia instead, he decided.

He walked through the halls of his home after taking off his boots and hat. He had already checked on the mares and foals in the barn, who had been concerned about his cuts and bruises but alright themselves. He stopped when he got to the big kitchen sink, pulling the first aide kit from the bottom shelf below it and then turning on the tap.

Striker had gotten through patching about half of his wounds when he heard a knock on the front door. He was glad that he had performed in the games earlier that day so he had an excuse for why he looked as roughed-up as he was. He didn’t want to have to tell Sally-Mae what he had done to her sister and brother-in-law, if she hadn’t already found out. He figured that it was her since no one else had ever come to see him and been that persistent about it.

He took as long a she could getting to the door, fully aware that this was the last time he would see the girl that he had become so fond of. He took a deep breath when his hand wrapped around the handle, before he twisted and pulled to get the door open. “Can I help you?” he asked.

“You have so much you have to explain,” Sally-Mae replied almost bitterly as she pushed him to the side. She took the door from his hand and then snapped it closed behind him. She prodded at his chest to get him back to the kitchen where the first aide kit was while talking the entire way. “I was expecting to find my sister locked up in a basement one of these days. I, of all people, know exactly how annoying she can be. So I don’t really blame you for doing that, but I can blame you for not telling me what you were doing so that I could let her out eventually. What if she had damaged some of the wares that my parents worked so hard on?”

“I’m sorry, you’re mad at me for not telling you what I was doing? I didn’t think that you’d want to hear that I had to beat up some members of your family so that I could kill that stupid fucking classist as shit owl,” Striker huffed. He didn’t know why he had told her that. It may have been because it was Sally-Mae, the only friend that he had been able to get and keep for longer than a few hours or days. It also may have been because his body was saturated with adrenaline and the happy chemicals that came after being stabbed.

“I wish you would have been able to take the shot. That bastard has been abusing us and ignoring our needs for generations. I only care about my family, but that includes you. So this went from a murder attempt to a fight,” Sally-Mae huffed.

“Your family includes me? Why?” he asked. It was a stupid thing to do, Sally-Mae had just told him that she trusted him enough to call him a member of her family. He should have accepted that with both of his hands and then moved on with it. Instead, he opened his big mouth and began to question her motives.

The girl huffed, twitching the edges of her kerchief while she continued to clean the cuts and wounds on his non-dominant arm that he hadn’t gotten very well when doing it himself. “I thought that it would have been obvious, based on how much time I was spending around you.”

“Pretend that I’m stupid,” Striker said. His mind was whirring with what she had just said and he didn’t know if he was ever going to be able to properly comprehend it.

“I’m beginning to think that you are,” she snarked back. “I’m in love with you, Striker. Was back when we were kids and fell in love with you all over again now that we’re adults. I know that a lot of people don’t think that it’s straight or what-the fuck-ever to date someone trans like me, but I promise that I can be womanly enough for you.”

He grabbed her hand, which had begun to scrub too harshly at his arm. He yanked her forward so that their lips were pressed together in an intense kiss. When they parted, he pressed their foreheads together in such a way that their horns knocked together softly. “Only way that I wouldn’t be able to fall in love with you is if you were one of those damn royals.”

She laughed and wrapped her arms loosely around his damaged body. She brought their lips together into another kiss, one that they were both ready for and could enjoy to the fullest extent.

It as nice to be wanted and loved by a family again, Striker had to admit.

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zutara · 7 years ago

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Dalz here! This is by far my favorite ask, so thank you anon!

To answer this, it really depends on your ships? And your kinks hehe. I was going to post for recs for every ship, but got bored after Kagehina and Iwaoi. If you want more, or for a different pairing, just ask again. For now, here ya go:

Kagehina:

Binding Problem: magesticartax. 163,546. 28 chapters and ongoing. Rated E.

The most involved and canon-aligning fic that exists. Ongoing, but the author actually updates (though infrequently, so you’ll be waiting). It’s worth the wait I promise. Beautifully written mutual pining and the slowest, tastiest burn. Probably more like Teen an Up rating right now, but things should escalate soon.

Somewhere to Belong: Esselle. 37,761 words. 4 chapter. Rated E

Best Haikyuu au fic around. It’s a kageyama loner/sungod hinata au and it’s everything you need in your life. Also, I won’t tag them all, but EVERYTHING by this author is worth reading. You can find her Tumblr here.

Fate Mates: JeweledTygerLily. 95,339 words. 22/? Chapters (basically complete though, with a sequel started). Rated E.

Omegaverse au based on the infamous oneshot Oh God by Olympic Platinum, or orphan_account on ao3 I think, which is also a stellar read. This chapter fic, while it does have some awkward writing and grammar inconsistencies, is overall a fun and exciting read with emotional drama and good sex scenes. The sequel, Fates Revealed, continues with the characters playing volleyball in college (5 chapters, but on hiatus).

I like the Way Your Clothes Smell: Mysecretfanmoments. 75,278 words. 19 chapters. Not Rated

A classic, this fanfic probably was my first kagehina. It’s sweet and fun and there’s volleyball. What more could you ask for? I’d probably rate it Mature, but the author says where to skip if you want to avoid nsfw

Am I Gay? Please Help: buu. 37,371 words. 19/20 chapters (but complete honestly). Rated Teen and Up

Cute misunderstandings, Kageyama realizing he’s gay, and fluffy hinata not-dates! Also one of my first introduction into the fandom.

The Sum of Its Parts: anonymouschupacabra. 140,848 words. 54 Chapters. Rated E.

Kageyama has a child and lots of tattoos. Hinata is bakery fluff. Romance ensues. (It’s well written, but I’m not very down for Kagehina with past relationships tbh).

Impressions: Momus. 55,530 words. 11 chapters. Rted E.

Model hinata is too short to make it! What happens when he becomes the assistant of the stoic top model Kageyama Tobio? Read and find out~~

The Sum of Our Parts: Vixen13. 47.890 words. 14 chapters. Rated E.

Don’t confuse this with the previous fic! This is a dramatic omegaverse where Kageyama bonds with Hinata to protect him from authorities that are anti-omega. He influences Hinata’s mind but ends up falling in love in the process.

Hunger Series: Esselle. 32,669 words. 4 chapters (plus continuation). Rated E

One more by Esselle! This one is omegaverse inspired where Hinata is a cute and innocent prince who runs into the lone wolf Kageyama in the forest and smexy times ensue.

Soul-pair: Yoloo312. 78,659 wordss. 27 chapters. Rated E.

Pretty similar to Fate Mates, but not quite as good. Omegaverse where you have soul mates.

The Heart of The Jungle: Esselle. 50,148 words. 6 chapters. Rated E.

One more Esselle because I can’t help it. This one is a tarzan au. HOT.

The Video: Navybluewings. 53,473 words. 7 chapters. Rated E.

College Kageyama and Hinata need to pay rent, so they make a porno and also obviously are idiots in love.

Routine: someonestolemyshoes. 29,188 words. 4 chapters. Rated E

Kageyama must be home every night so that he can jerk off to camboy Hinata. Delicious.

Whole Milk Series: Esselle. 4 works. Rated E.

Kageyama is a prostitute. Hinata is an innocent floof. Nuff said.

The Show Must Go On AND Friends Will Be Friends: someonestolemyshoes and esselle respectively. Rated E.

Can’t really explain? But if you read routine and then whole Milk, then you can read these two fics. I read these while sitting in a library and couldn’t stop shrieking outloud.

Come and Get Lost With Us: boxofwonder. 150,504 words. 28 chapters. Rated Mature.

Emotional forest au where Hinata’s makeshift tribe take in and heal Kageyama, a hunter with a mysterious past. Includes some adorable daisuga and kuroken side plots.

The Kids Aren’t Alright: anonymouschupacabra. 69,493 words. 33 chapters. Rated Mature.

Coffee Shop au! Couldn’t not include at least one.

Parisienne Walkways: someonestolemyshoes. 3 parts. Rated Mature and Explicit.

Sexy figure skating au with good sex and better angst.

Cry of a Fallen Crow: Sakuchii. 112,205 words. 24 chapters (incomplete but updating). Rated Teen

Hinata pretends to be a girl and marries Kageyama at 17 to save his family and protect his sister. Plot idea is great, but writing and pacing certainly leave something to be desired. I usually skim for the cute Kagehina moments.

Just Friends: okoyee. 17,109 words. 5 chapters (very incomplete). Not Rated.

I hate putting up incomplete fics, especially those that look like they’ll never be finished. And yet…just trust me. These 5 chapters are everything. Also. If you comment maybe it will inspire the author to continue!

Denial: martialartist816. 10,028. 4 chapters. Rated E.

Description given: “If we don’t kiss, it’s not gay.” /squeels/

Acceptable Risk: Mysecretfanmoments. 46,108 words. 5 chapters. Rated E

College roommates with mutual pining!

Handgun, Fire, and Key: kvhottie. 13,570. 11 chapters. Rated Mature

Yakuza children/Romeo and Juliet au.

Unexpected Fixations: Natsumiofgames. 27,947 words. 4 chapters. Rated E

Hinata loses a bet and is forced to wear a cheerleader outfit. Kageyama goes crazy and pwp gets real. I would rate this one Mature though.

King and The Lion Heart: MaryLouLeach. 113,073 words. 39 Chapters (and still updating). Rated Mature.

Highschool Omegaverse but with a good amount of abuse as well as pretty sloppy writing. I’m including this fic if you’re desperate for anything kagehina, like me :p

The one that I need (could be right here by my side): kagome_angel. 32,950 words. 13 chapters. Rated E

Our cute beans fall in love! Pretty basic plotline

Saffron and Cayenne Pepper: dontsaycrazy. 30,773 words. 7 chapters. Rated Teen and Up

Hinata can’t cook so his hot neighbor decides to help him out.

You’re my Forever: camra01. 19,416 words. Oneshot. Rated E.

Omegaverse where the paor reunite after meeting in childhood. Cute alpha jealousy and fake relationship.

Good Boy: kieranlikesplants. 1,870 words. Oneshot. Rated E.

Very self-indulgent praise and daddy kink fic. Hinata wears black panties so please don’t read this at work…

Shoutout to the tens of Kagehina fanfics I’ve bookmarked over the years that have since been taken down! Especially “Volleyball Homos” and “Being Seventeen Sucks,” (by crapso), and “Something New.” True gifts to the fandom.

Iwaoi:

Something Like Us: the_madame21. 28,916 words. 10 chapter. Rated E

Easily the best iwaoi fanfic written. Omegaverse and consensual. Best portrayal of mutual pining iwaoi and they also play volleyball on the national team so extra plus! Gets hot and heavy right away too~~

The Alpha King & I: caelestisxyz. 147,276 words. 17 chapters. Rated E

Still omegaverse lol. Alpha Iwa-chan has been cursed to live hundreds of years wandering the Earth, alone, until he find the reincarnation of his past love of course. Side plot of Ken and Shigeru. I almost didn’t give this a read because of the fantasy/past lives aspect, but it’s pretty secondary to the romance. Definitely has drama and mentions abuse though (in the side plot) so check the tags.

The Jewel of Seijoh Series: timetopretend. 4 consecutive one shots. Rated E

The smuttiest, kinkiest, most indulgent iwaoi omegaverse you will ever read (but at your own risk). You. Need. To. Read. It. Honestly, read everything by this author.

A Place to Call Home: the_madame21. 191,554 words. 44 Chapters. Rated E

This omegaverse (are you sensing a trend in my tastes?!) fic is definitely worth reading. Not abusive/fully consensual, which is rare for omegaverse. Also, cute mommy Oikawa! and a decent side Bokuaka plotline. Two or three steamy lemons. 10/10 recommend. Pretty ooc though.

Healing the Broken: caelestisxyz. 108,726 words. 14 chapters. Rated E

Finally not omegaverse! Modern au where Iwazumi is a traumatized boxer who moves to New York to escape is troubles. Oikawa is in a band. Not so true to canonverse, but it’s a fun ride if you’re up for it.

Conquering the Great King: suggestivescribe. 105,591 words. 17 chapters. Rated E

Currently rereading this one actually. Lives up to the memory for sure. Mostly PWP and there’s smexy office sex and teasing Daisuga.

To be first, to be best: kittebasu. 26,404. Oneshot. Rated Teen and Up

Cute, long oneshot where Oikawa finds an excuse to move in with Iwa and there is pining.

Where We Begin: chip1. 53,570 words. 13/14 chapters (and updating). Rated Mature.

Getting together story with lots of pining. Pretty nicely paced slow burn with copious amounts of angst.

We Shine Like Diamonds: whitemiists. 26,733. Oneshot. Rated Teen and Up

Another sweet and long oneshot with iwaoi growing up and Oikawa figuring out he’s in love.

No Room For Pretend: orphan_account. 12,600. Oneshot. Rated Teen and Up

The fake boyfriend au we all need.

Build a Temple in Me: Authoress. 39,780. Oneshot. Teen and Up

The author describes it as “a mix between the children->friends->lovers au and a Japanese folklore-ish story.” Oikawa is a god-like creature and Iwa happens to find him.

Shiver: Yuu_chi. 16,703. Oneshot. Rated Teen and Up

Another cute oneshot, but this time Iwa is the one figuring out he is in love.

Always, My Pillar of Faith. Starlitcities. 16,609. Oneshot. Rated Mature

Long a deep oneshot. Lots of Tooru pining. There’s cheating on an oc, but otherwise a fic that will give you feels in all the right places.

I CANNOT FIND my favorite iwaoi oneshot. This is calling all iwaoi fanpeoples to help me! It’s a long, slow burn where oikawa is a nerdy, smart, and sensitive child with no friends until bug collector Iwaizumi moves in next door and they become best friends. In high school tooru shoots up and girls start to flock to him, but Iwa knows that he is just the geeky, alien loving boy he always was. Obviously, they fall in love happily ever after. Any ideas??

So to be honest, these are just a selection of the thousands of fics I’ve read…let me know if you want part two or ever are looking for one in particular. Happy reading!

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#kagehina #iwaoi #haikyuu fanfiction #fanfiction recs #not quite zutara so im sorry #not sorry for the kinks though #text post #dalz

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franeridart · 8 years ago

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Soooo Tumblr tagged your new post as "Content for Adults Only" and I can't see it 😢😢 srsly tumblr is pissing me off rn

Anon said:I don't understand how your most recent post about Denki is blocked by safety mode????? Like it's just your art of his birthday! I love the art of it tho, it's fantastic! Keep up the amazing work.

Anon said:*whispers* the thing you just posted contains sensetive media apperantly

Yeah it’s most probably Mineta isn’t it

(jk it was probs my inclination to swear my way through life’s fault, I asked for a review so it should be visible in a bit but for now you can see it here !!)

Anon said:!!! I didn't know when Kaminari's birthday was but his is the same as mine and I'm even more attached to him now !!! Thanks for bringing that info to my attention and also your doodles were amazing I love them and I hope you have a nice day!!

Yay for you and yay for him too!!!!!!!! I hope you’ll have a great birthday tomorrow, anon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And thank you!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:I can't remember if you've already answered this question but in light of Kami's birthday - you once did a comic showing what everyone from the Bakusquad would get him for his birthday, so I wanted to know what do you think Bakugou would get all of his friends for their birthdays?

Bakugou has the hardest time coming up with birthday presents, presents are just Not A Thing He Does, he tries but it’s just ???? I mean think back to how he tried to cheer Kirishima up, that boy is so damn awkward - that said, given how all his friends gave him something he felt the need to show them he could reciprocate, so this is what he came up with:

Sero’s actual tastes in material possessions are a total mystery for everyone, they make absolutely no sense, but what Bakugou KNOWS is that the fucker likes to eat his greens, so that’s what he did for him - he cooked the healthiest and tastiest meal he could manage to make, spent a whole damn lot of time researching it too, and Sero was honestly so touched (he loved it)

Jirou got a offer to go with her to a concert she couldn’t find anyone to go with - she hadn’t outright asked anyone, but it was clear she wanted to go but not alone - the band was too much for all of her friends, so she was sorta letting the idea of going go. Which is when Bakugou offhandedly mentioned that he’d heard there was the one gig from that one band and he was thinking of going since he liked that band and whatever she wanted to come or something? Bakugou had just spent the last day and a half listening to the band’s discography for the sake of making it believable and Jirou saw right through him (she didn’t mention it) (but man Bakugou could be seriously nice couldn’t he)

Mina’s present was to actually agree to go to her party. That was it. Mina’s parties are the opposite of Bakugou’s ideal place to spend a whole night at, they’re loud, and there’s drinking, and dancing, and the whole school is invited and it’s packed, so when she asked him to come she never thought he’d actually agree to go and stay the whole night, but boy did he. He also let her pick his outfit (Mina recognized the effort for the present it was. She was delighted)

Kaminari got a shopping trip - it went like this: Bakugou mentioned he was going to the mall, which always ends up with Kaminari tagging along just to go window shopping. So he stopped in front of the windows, pointed at stuff, made noises about the deals, and Bakugou went “wait here” and then went in and bought whatever Kaminari had been excited about. It happened four times before Kaminari caught on, and then Bakugou literally had to threaten him to make him stop holding back “I’m deciding I wanna do this so I’m doing this” (he still held back, but by the end of it Kaminari had actually whined the sentence “Bakugou please” pointing at yet another jacket or shirt of necklace way more than once) (he was so damn happy he didn’t even think about how he had absolutely no space for everything he’d just bought to fit in his room)

Kirishima was the hardest one (pun intended). Kirishima was actually so difficult Bakugou spent months thinking about what to get him and came up empty handed anyway. He was so damn complicated that Bakugou sucked up his pride and straight out asked him what he wanted for his birthday. “I don’t want to fuck this up”, he said, and Kirishima smiled so hard and so wide and so bright, it felt like enough of a present for him just hearing that. He told him he wanted to spend the day with him, so they did that - studied, sparred, ate, hung with the others. Bakugou didn’t think it was enough of a present since honestly it felt like any other day, but Kirishima was happy, so he guessed it was fine (he found and bought a super rare super expensive Crimson Riot figure to gift him anyway) (Kirishima cried)

Anon said:You are so awesome!!!

sob thank you SO MUCH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;A;

Anon said:It's t[odobak]u week! It's honestly a ship I never thought about, but ever since I saw fanart about them I've been thinking about their dynamic as a couple. How would that even work with their personalities? I know you don't really ship Katsuki with anyone else but Kiri, but let's say for some reason Bakugou and Todoroki got together. How would you describe their complicated relationship/dynamic? I've been thinking about it ever since I saw that fanart Q_Q

I talked about my feelings for these two’s relationship here!! But in all honesty I just can’t see them as romantics (if I could I’d probably ship it hah) so I can’t say how it’d work for them in a relationship of that kind... mostly because all I can think of as an answer is “it wouldn’t work” haha rip

Anon said:I love when you draw Bakugou being a big old softy

Fun fact: I take the fact that Mitsuki is unapologetically soft to Masaru as a good enough proof that in a romantic relationship Bakugou would be the softest to his partner - he’s already soft enough for Kirishima, can you imagine how much more he’d be after being openly in love with him for years? (I can) (it’s beautiful)

Anon said:More adult!AU please!!!!!!!!!!!

Uhhhhhhhhhhh sure, but it wasn’t really an AU tho! It’s just me playing around with their designs a bit, I’ve been drawing them aged up now and again for a while now (tho I admit mostly what stays constant in the design is only the hairstyles, everything else changes based on how I’m feeling it atm) anyway yeah, more will come in the future! Can’t promise the designs will stay totally unchanged, tho haha

Anon said:We only have to last one more day until the next chapter (probably) kills us all with the feels. Thank you to you and your art for getting me through this terrible week of waiting.

;A; you’re welcome, I’m trying to keep myself sane with my own doodles too so helping you along is a beautiful most welcome side-effect

Anon said:Could i have a ref of your adult kiribaku scars? if not i understand! have a great day!

No probs, just, I can’t draw right now cause of hand-problems so you’ll have to make do with me telling you where they are? Also that’s just how I went for it in that drawing, it’s nothing set in stone, really, I keep on adding and moving them around every time I draw them

The only scars Bakugou has there are on his palms - cover the whole of it and reach a bit on the inside of his wrist too, they’re burn scars and come from overusing his quirk one too many times. Kirishima’s got more - aside from the canon eye one he’s got one on the left side of his mouth, one on each forearm in the same spots he’s been hurt in the latest chapter, and one covering most part of his upper back (this one he got protecting civilians with his own body too often and breaking one time too many)

Anon said:I don't know if you take request or not but if you do, could you draw adult bakugou with baby kirishima and vice versa, please? 😙😊

I already have tho!! x x x

Anon said: Holy crap, scarred up hottie Kirishima with the black roots saved my life

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! glad you liked him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *O*

Anon said:denki at the end of your last post is me xD

*whispers* honestly same

Anon said:Okay but think about how fucking pissed Baku would be if Todoroki tripped and fell and broke his ankle walking up the the battle arena and they didn't even get to fight because Todoroki can't even stand.

Listen, listen, if anything like this happened Bakugou would take Todoroki off his list of worthy rivals asap why was he ever even interested in this guy why did he even waste his time like this he’s so done

Anon said:I just got my wisdom teeth removed and can't pronounce "f" , and all I can think ab is Bakugo, in the same case, being pissed as hell because he can't say "fuck" anymore

That’s the moment the squad learns that Bakugou uses the word fuck out of convenience and not because it’s the only one he knows, really (did all those swear words even exist) (how does he even know so many)

Anon said:Fran I just found out why you've stopped posting Haikyuu as much and?? I feel so bad?? Because you're absolutely right, the fandom might be pretty healthy compared to others but it a certain idea of what should be and what shouldn't be. Like the minute you get into the fandom you're bombarded with the "canon" ships (which aren't even canon smh) and then there's other ships which are just automatically designated as "brotp" and if you don't follow the norm then you get hate. (1/2)

And it just makes me feel terrible because you obviously love(d?) Haikyuu a lot, and drawing for it, but then the fandom basically forced you to leave. And that just makes me really really sad. I used to be sad that you didn't draw for Haikyuu much anymore (because despite fandom I do love the series very much) but now I'm just. Really glad that you found BNHA and are having fun drawing for it. Ahaha this is kinda pointless but I really respect you and so?? Just keep doing you

Thank you so much oh my god orz it’s... true, posting for hq hasn’t been half as fun as it used to be, lately, but I do still enjoy it! Between everything the fact that the fandom is sort of asleep atm does make me lose even the last motivation to draw more, so! I’m pretty confident as soon as the fandom wakes back up I’ll start posting more for it again! After all I love the show and all the characters a lot still~

Anon said:*chanting* Draw that hair angst! Draw that hair angst!

I’m trying !!! (tomorrow might just be the right day)

Anon said:i just recently started watching bnha and i'm IN LOVE!!!! i'm also glad i can appreciate your art more bc now i actually know who the characters are 😂

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m SO GLAD you’re liking it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And thank you SO MUCH for sticking around even while you didn’t know the show!!!!

Anon said:i love your art!!!!!! im gay!!!!!

tHANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and great for you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said: I can't believe Kirishima wears Franeridart brand knickers

It’s the most popular brand on this blog, really

Anon said:bro i don't even read/watch bnha. why am i so invested in these kids. it's,, it's your fault isn't it. you're being paid by horikoshi (is that the mangaka's name?) to reel us all in aren't you. EXPOSED, FRAN

Joke’s on me anon, I’m not even being paid for this (lol) (since you like the kids you should really give the show a try, tho *nudge nudge*)

Anon said:hi just a friendly reminder that kirishima eijirou is amazing and incredible and so are you

Being given the same compliments given to Kirishima might as well be the best thing ever happened to me.... oh my gods.............. thank you............

Anon said:There's only one way for me to find out if my Quirk is breathing under water

Anon no

#fran answers #guess who likes to blabber #me i do #anyway at the one person asking what's tomorrow #it's Fran Dies From Kirishima Feels day #aka new chapter's out tomorrow #no time to give to denki if im crying over eijirou you know #r i p that was rude to the birthday boy but honestly #HONESTLY #could have picked another day for your bd my boy #anonymous

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