#traitor aizawa au

[coyotecares]

villain mic shenanigans for my warmup today

[shoutaaizawaonlyfans]

"What's wrong, Aizawa? I thought you liked it when I was aggressive?"

Artist: Hiddentrevo on Twitter

[tiredboogawwo]

Really Stupid Tenya Au+Art

Ok so by the title you can probably tell that I have little faith in my Aus. So here we go:

Basically Tenya as the Lov/Jaku Traitor. [wait! That doesn't make sense!?] I feel UA traitor stuff is really overdone, so basically after his teacher (I'm one of those "ooo tensei was friends with his teachers and they hung out with tenya as a kid!" people) is almost killed at the USJ incident, Tenya says: Ayo thats not right, and starts looking heavily into them.

This eventually leads him to Jaku Hospital. Questioning whether he should really get involved in something this serious, he gives himself time to ponder it. Then his brother is almost killed. And all sh1t hits the fan. Tenya jumps the gun, and fast. Hearing the rumors of the hero killer and the lov somehow working together (not quite true bro) he fakes his personal information and goes undercover as a maintenance worker at the hospital. Finding out horrors, secrets, and tragedies galore, how will he get himself and those close to him out of the mess the lov and he himself made?

Not only that, Pretending that everything was fine when his brother was attacked was one thing, but keeping up a malicious act around those you wish to deceive also seems to bleed into his hero life too....

But hey, maybe he does make a better villain than a hero?

Art+ more hcs/facts

Au stuff:

1) He gets no sleep. Like maybe an hour, bro is working the night shift all while risking his life and going to UA, he lives off coffee

2) He has a bunch of oil stains, and god knows what else on him at all times from repairs

3) His hat hair is insane

4) He wear contacts and hides a lot of his hair with the hat, but the contacts make his eyes itch and he just generally struggles with them.

5) :)) because of his lack of sleep, and odd behavior the UA staff start to suspect he's the UA traitor.

6) Tenya finds himself slipping. Different acts, whether it being the one that everything is fine at school, or the malicious and heartless act he puts on at his job, they bleed together sometimes at school, where he feels the safest. He's tired. Everything hurts. He's constantly working or exercising or studying. He's starting to slip, and he knows it. But he can't stop, not when he's so close

7) Aizawa first catches on that Tenya is hiding something when he passes out one time during gym. Tenya is a straight laced student, so he of all people would get an adequate amount of sleep. Not only that, but he made excuses, something that the kid he knows wouldn't do.

OK I FEEL THIS WAS KINDA WACK BUT PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK IN THE COMMENTS

I genuinely need to know, I feel it was wack. Also also, I wanna see some villain/hero Tenya clashing a bit in this au, you're free to use this idea but please give some credit

[langst-is-my-unborn-baby]

Oh God, They Think I Did It

Suspected Traitor! Izuku au

Masterlist

Ao3

Summary : Izuku Midoriya lost his notebook, and now he is faced with his accusing teacher. One by one, those he knew begin to turn on him, and still all he can think of, is how after middle school - the dejection still hurts just as bad.

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But here his teacher stood, dangling quirk resistant cuffs in front of his hooded eyes, his face greyed with disappointment. He felt his heart tighten, pulling in on itself as he stared into those dulled eyes. That look… heartbreaking, a teacher seemingly lost all trust in him. He flinched from some unknowing sting. The teachers in his middle school, well they had always looked down upon him, ever since it was made known he was nothing but a quirkless little boy. Yet, that pain of constant dejection felt like a lesser burden than watching the hope leave his once caring teacher’s eyes.

Chapter 1 - The Accusation

His hands gripped either side of his desk with nervous strength, feet sternly secured to the floor, he sat rigid against his chair. Izuku Midoriya watched his teacher, Aizawa Sensei, with absolutely strained eyes. Fear, and nerves itching against his expression. He had lost it, somehow, his notebook. Recorded his every note on every new quirk he had come across, hell he had even rewritten in greater depth previous analyses he had made. The notebook had left his person less than a week ago, he had been certain he had simply left it in his homeroom class. At the time, his dear teacher had told him no such item had been found.

His certain trust had been placed in Aizawa, as he had ducked in some form of a thanks and had not questioned his teacher further at the time. Had he missed the signs? The unloving stare of dark eyes in all honestly had not felt out of place, nor had his teacher’s stiff posture. Aizawa, Izuku figured, was really just the type of person who acted like that. But here his teacher stood, dangling quirk resistant cuffs in front of his hooded eyes, his face greyed with disappointment. He felt his heart tighten, pulling in on itself as he stared into those dulled eyes. That look… heartbreaking, a teacher seemingly lost all trust in him. He flinched from some unknowing sting. The teachers in his middle school, well they had always looked down upon him, ever since it was made known he was nothing but a quirkless little boy. Yet, that pain of constant dejection felt like a lesser burden than watching the hope leave his once caring teacher’s eyes.

Surely Present Mic’s more awkward demeanour was not correlated? Had his recent classes with the man really been affected by the cruel accusation? Midoriya felt dumbstruck, the blonde hero had awkwardly waved him off upon his first arrival in this week’s class, not even making eye contact with the student – had it not been an off day?

*

Yesterday… these pieces were all sliding into place, assembling a painful picture in which Midoriya becoming isolated was once again the centre. Mina Aishido’s uncomfortable shrugs at the dorms had not bothered him at first, when she told him that there were no usual group outing that previous afternoon he had believed her, not thinking much of it when he found himself eating dinner alone at the table that night. Takeaway katsudon in front of him, and his phone sitting in his hand. The front door opened with a squeal; his ears greeted with bubbling laughs from some feminine voices. Ochako, Tsuyu, and Hagakure stepped through the opening. He went to openly welcome them, opening his mouth widely. Then Iida, Sero, and Kirishima stepped through, followed shortly by Mina and then the rest of his classmates. The students mindlessly went about their own way, not taking in Midoriya.

The room had mostly filtered out, and Mina approached him, dropping a palm to his shoulder and a grin split across her face. “You mustn’t have received my text!” Again, she smiled, and her hand dropped from Midoriya’s shoulder. “Maybe next time?” She took her leave, her pink face strained as she held a smile.

Midoriya held tightly to the belief it was just some great misunderstanding, despite ice enclosing his heart and a thin wall, he breathed in a wobbly breath of suddenly hot air.

Bakugou came to stand by him, his eyes not reaching his own. Arms crossed; he angled his head away sharply. “Don’t think too much of it, dumbass,” he said, his voice rough and quiet, almost pitiful. “Mina and the others were just fucking stupid.” Bakugou inched over, dropping a plastic bag on the table by Midoriya.

The green headed boy paused, placing down his chopsticks as he reached over to pull the bag closer to himself. It felt light, and unsurely he looked to his classmate to silently get permission to open it. He was greeted with nothing more than a slight ‘tch’. Regardless he slipped his hand inside, fingers clutching on a singular cold juice box.

“Kacchan?” Confusion dribbled down his face, his lips creeping to an uncertain line.

“It’s just orange juice, Ochako seemed worried when she realised you weren’t there,” Bakugou muttered, gritting his teeth slightly. In all honesty, that did lift his mood, Ochako was not one with the privilege to be sending many texts from her phone, and to know he was not forgotten by his first friends put a shimmer of sunlight on his hurting heart. “She was going to get you some crappy soda- quit smiling dumbass!”

He attempted to muffle his grin, Bakugou stormed off.

*

Oh- his classmates had known. Ochako, wary around approaching him, had made her own secret code to ensure trust in their friendship. And even Kacchan, his friend turned emotionally constipated classmate, had refused to believe he would go so far as to become a traitor to their school, despite the belief of even their teachers.

Aizawa was still watching him. “Let us just make this easy,” the man said solemnly, outstretching his hand to Midoriya, the cuffs still dangling. “Put them on.”

Put them on? His pride fractured, struggling into little cracks that bled with arrogant coldness. His teacher was testing him. Midoriya felt his eyes slither into a calculating look as he watched his teacher, his own analysis taking place. The man wanted a reaction from him, a personality switch, or a suspicious calmness – either way, he was too look guilty. It was a power move, both knew Midoriya could do nothing against Aizawa’s quirk and raw strength. Knowing the reasonable professional of UA, Aizawa must have already informed other staff. Midoriya was trapped, looking god-forsakenly guilty. He hung his gaze, reaching for the cuffs, taking them into his own hands.

“It’s-“ He felt his own stutter choke him, flashing a glance to the taller man, eyes red and hair drifting. “It really wasn’t me,” he whimpered, clicking the first cuff tight around his wrist. His teacher made no sound, his cold hand wrapped itself around the young student’s wrist, locking his other wrist into the other cuff. It clamped into his skin with a tight metal bite, it was sure to leave pink and bruising rings against his freckled skin.

“The car is outside,” the man said. All so suddenly, his teacher’s face blurred, scratched out of sight, coming into focus and then just as quickly leaving. The pro hero shepherded him through the school. And no matter how hard Midoriya scrunched his face, twisting his neck to watch the man, his head only bleated with a startling anguish as he tried to recognise his betrayer.

Surely, this was his teacher? Yet when he searched him, it was an ice blur. How could a stony face, and displeased eyes belong to Aizawa. Midoriya felt his feet glue to the wooden pale floor. His teacher flipped, fingers entangling themselves on Midoriya’s shoulder, gripping violently on his uniformed shirt. The sting of pain, the seething hatred at suddenly flaring red eyes. No. Absolutely not. He fell back, crashing to the floor, arms raised defensively over his face. “No! You aren’t my teacher!” he hissed, twisting to lift his leg into some threat of a kick.

“Get up,” he said, teeth grit and lifting his own foot. Midoriya’s eyes fell open, jaw unlocking as he watched in momentary anticipation. And his teacher’s foot fell, atop his own, pressing his foot stern against the floor. “Threatening me now? I really don’t wish to see you looking any more guilty.”

Tears wettened his heated cheeks, sucking in a sigh as his teacher pulled him to his feet, and they continued down the path to his own damnation.

A notebook, he left behind a notebook, and now he was off to the cops, turned on by his peers, and had a sickening bruise begin to swell against the middle of his shin.

When he finally came to face the police van, Aizawa opened a black umbrella, hiding them from the peering eyes of civilians who began to slip the phones out, ready to record Midoriya’s demise.

“Shitheads, get your fucking hands off of her,” a voice wheezed, cracking with noise and anguish. Midoriya tipped his head to peer ahead. Bakugou had his hand terrifyingly close to a reporter, one who had wrapped her hand around that of the wrist of his friend Ochako’s. It seemed to be that only that reporter and her cameraman had caught on to the surprise arrest taking place at the school.

“Midoriya! Izuku,” Ochako said, ripping herself away from the kerfuffle, she went to leap forward but Bakugou held her back – holding her by her backpack. His eyes were slimmed into a death-giving glare, aimed at their teacher, his mouth pulled into sneer.

Instead, what he did, to both the shock of Midoriya and his teacher, was drag himself and Ochako into the waiting van. His hands blowing up in blasts of explosions when the officers inside went to ask them out. “This arrest isn’t even warranted yet! Shit, does Aunt Inko even know?” He spat, snatching at a pair of cuffs and fitting them on. “Like we’d let you steal our classmate.” The powerful words accompanied by the only two students who had bothered to come to his aid.

Midoriya suffered a long breath as his teacher turned to raise an eyebrow at him shortly before pulling him into the vehicle.

*

When he was finally pulled into the interrogation, he could only see Ochako cover her eyes, Bakugou putting his back flat to the wall and crossing his arms, unmoving. The door fell to a shut, two officers alone with him in a room. One a certain 7’0 tall, with no eyes, just a smooth stretch of skin and pointed teeth. The other- stood at solid 5’11, expression tugging into one of certain displeasures, and when he met Izuku’s eyes – he felt his throat go raspy and dry. Nerves or a quirk? Regardless, he grew grim as the two men leaned over him, holding the familiar notebook.

[froggy-day]

hurfjgh (<- wants to write fanfiction and has a 144pg doc of ideas and at least 3 fully outlined wips but It Is Not Happening)

[doumadono]

Warnings: violence, viking!Dabi, viking!Shoto, earl!All Might, viking!Hawks, fem!reader, viking themes, viking!Bakugo, viking!Aizawa, blood, Shoto is a massive jerk

Summary: Shoto’s tyrannical rule and brutal possessiveness come to a head as he claims Touya survived but is a traitor. The hope of rebellion begins to stir among the oppressed villagers

Word count: circa 5,5k

A/N: to everyone who waited patiently and reached out to ask when the next part of Kvitravn would be published — the time has finally come! Please accept my apologies for the long delay, as this chapter comes nearly a year after the last one. I’ve been incredibly busy with commissions and other projects, which pulled my focus away from Kvitravn and Viking Dabi’s adventures for a while. This is the penultimate chapter of the series, and we are now inevitably heading toward the end. I truly hope you enjoy this chapter and thank you for sticking with me on this journey! If you'd like to be added to the taglist for this series, please let me know ♥

KVITRAVN - MHA VIKING AU • MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST • MY HERO ACADEMIA - PART II

PREVIOUS CHAPTER • FINAL CHAPTER

ACT VII - THE RIGHTFUL EARL

The harsh wind whipped through the village of Hvinverjadalr, carrying with it the salty scent of the sea.

Earl Toshinorison stood at the edge of the cliff, his eyes scanning the horizon. His settlement was preparing for a battle that would define their future, a clash with Skjaldvargr, the fearsome settlement ruled by the brutal Endeavor. The tensions between the two settlements had simmered for years, and now, the time for confrontation had come.

As Earl Toshinorison gazed over the horizon, he couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling gnawing at his gut. The morning mist clung to the valley. His thoughts were interrupted by the hurried footsteps of a young scout, who skidded to a halt before him, panting heavily.

"My lord," the scout gasped, dropping to one knee. "News from Skjaldvargr."

Toshinorison’s expression darkened, and he beckoned the scout to rise. "Speak."

The scout took a deep breath. "Our envoy... he was found dead, my lord. Murdered. His body was scattered near the Stenström lake. Me and my comrades found him on our way back home."

A heavy silence fell over the assembled warriors. Toshinorison’s jaw clenched, though his eyes betrayed no surprise. He had sent the envoy with a message of parley, hoping to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. In his heart, he had known the likelihood of such a fate, but there was a sliver of hope that Endeavor would be glad to learn his eldest son was alive.

"A calculated risk," Toshinorison murmured to himself, his gaze drifting to the horizon. "Endeavor, it seems, has chosen war over reunion." The earl nodded curtly, dismissing the young man with a wave of his hand. "Thank you for your service. Go and rest, you’ve earned it."

The scout bowed, his face pale and drawn, before retreating into the crowd. As the boy disappeared among the throngs of warriors and villagers, Toshinorison turned back to the horizon, his thoughts swirling in a storm of anger and sorrow.

Footsteps approached, deliberate and measured. Toshinorison didn’t need to turn to recognize the presence of Aizawa, his ever-watchful lieutenant. 

"Earl," Aizawa uttered quietly, his voice carrying a weight of understanding and solidarity.

Toshinorison glanced sideways, meeting Aizawa’s dark eyes. "Aizawa. I suppose you heard everything. What do you make of this?" 

Aizawa’s eyes narrowed, his mind already piecing together the implications. "It was a risk, sending the envoy. A necessary one, but a risk nonetheless. Endeavor’s response is no surprise, though it’s a disappointment. I thought we would make an alliance over the fact we wined and dined his eldest.”

Toshinorison sighed, "I had hoped that the news of his eldest son being alive might sway him, even momentarily. But it seems Endeavor’s thirst for power outweighs any paternal instinct he might have left. He would rather spill blood than acknowledge any fracture in his rule."

Aizawa’s expression softened, a rare occurrence for the stoic warrior. "Endeavor is blinded by his ambition and pride. He sees any show of diplomacy as a sign of weakness. But we mustn’t let this deter us. The men need your strength now more than ever."

Toshinorison nodded slowly, his resolve hardening. "You’re right, as always. We must move forward. Preparations must be completed, and the men need to be ready for the coming battle."

Aizawa placed a reassuring hand on the earl’s shoulder. "We’ll make them pay for this treachery, my lord. Hvinverjadalr will not fall."

Toshinorison clasped Aizawa’s arm, a silent acknowledgment of their bond and shared purpose. "Thank you, Aizawa. Your counsel is invaluable."

Aizawa inclined his head. "I’ll see to the preparations. Bakugo and Kirishima are already rallying the men. We’ll be ready when you give the order."

As Aizawa moved away to carry out his duties, Toshinorison took a deep breath, letting the cold air fill his lungs. The sky above was darkening with storm clouds, a fitting backdrop for the storm brewing within him. He knew that the coming battle would be brutal, but his resolve was unwavering.

The earl made his way through the camp, his presence a steadying force for the warriors who paused to acknowledge him with respectful nods. He offered words of encouragement and reassurance, his voice calm and authoritative.

The settlement was a bustling hive of activity. Warriors sharpened their swords and axes, their faces set in grim determination. The air was thick with the scent of freshly baked bread and the acrid tang of smoke from the forges. 

In a secluded corner of the camp, he found Bakugo and Touya Endeavorson, continuing their intense training. 

Bakugo’s barked commands and Dabi’s determined grunts filled the air. 

Despite the intensity of their session, earl couldn't help but smile as he witnessed the progress Touya had made since his recovery. It was a sight that filled him with pride, knowing that the future king was regaining his strength and skill with each passing day. 

Bakugo watched closely as Touya Endeavorson swung his sword, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. The young man was panting, sweat dripping down his brow as he struggled to keep up with Bakugo's relentless training regimen. Recovering from his injuries had been a long and arduous process, and Touya still had much ground to cover in regaining his agility and athleticism.

"Come on, Endeavorson! You call that a swing?" Bakugo barked, his voice sharp and demanding. He wielded his own sword with precision, his movements fluid and powerful. He had little patience for anything less than perfection, especially when it came to training. And he wasn't going to go easy on the prince.

"Touya, you need to focus!" Bakugo's voice was sharp, his crimson eyes blazing with determination. "You can't afford to slack off if you want to get back to peak condition."

Touya gritted his teeth, determination flashing in his turquoise eyes as he pushed himself to keep up with Bakugo's pace. Despite his exhaustion, he knew that he had to prove himself if he ever wanted to stand alongside the best. With each swing of his sword, he pushed his limits, inching closer to the level of skill and strength he once possessed.

"Come on, Endeavorson! Is that the best you can do?!" Bakugo's voice was sharp, his eyes narrowing as he pressed the attack. 

With a fierce yell, Bakugo launched another series of strikes, each one faster and more precise than the last. 

Touya struggled to keep pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps. But he refused to give up, pushing himself to his limits and beyond. “I promise you, there will come a time when I reclaim all of my strength, and then I'll challenge you to a sparring match,” the prince vowed with determination.

"Katsuki, Touya," Toshinorison's voice echoed across the training grounds, commanding their attention and halting their rigorous practice session.

Bakugo looked up, wiping sweat from his brow. "My lord?"

Toshinorison approached, his gaze shifting between the two warriors. "How is the training?"

Bakugo smirked, his usual arrogance tempered by respect as he patted Touya’s shoulder after the prince approached as well. "Endeavorson’s getting there. He’ll be ready when the time comes,” Katsuki panted.

Yagi gave a slight nod, and then shifted his gaze from Katsuki to Endeavorson. “Touya,” the earl called, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of gravity. “Come. We need to speak.”

The harsh wind whispered through the great wooden beams of the mead hall in Hvinverjadalr, its low howl mingling with the crackling of torches set along the long walls of the Great Hall. 

Earl Toshinorison sat at the head of the feasting table, his hand wrapped firmly around a carved horn brimming with mead. His expression was solemn, his sharp blue eyes focused on Touya Endeavorson, who sat to his right, his posture stiff despite the warmth of the hall.

The place was quieter than usual. Most of the warriors had finished their meals and retreated to the barracks or to their loved ones for the night, leaving only a few lingering souls, their hushed conversations weaving faintly through the space. 

Toshinorison set his horn down with a thud, leaning back in his chair. "Touya," he began, his voice a deep rumble, tinged with both weariness and gravity, "there is something you need to hear, and I will not sugarcoat it."

Touya straightened, his turquoise eyes narrowing. "What is it, my lord?" His tone held a mixture of curiosity and unease.

The earl looked down at his hands, turning the horn slowly between his palms. "Our envoy to Skjaldvargr, he is dead."

The words fell between them like a thunderclap. Touya’s breath hitched, his gaze sharpening. "Dead? How?"

Toshinorison’s jaw tightened, his calm façade cracking just enough for a flicker of grief to pass through his eyes. "His body was found near the Stenström lake. Torn apart, left for the carrion. It was not an accident. He was murdered."

Touya froze, the weight of the revelation sinking in. Touya stared at the table, his mind racing. “But how? My father, he values negotiation. He knows the power it holds, the lives it can save. Killing an envoy is an act of war. He would have known that.”

Toshinorison’s eyes darkened, and he set his horn down with a measured motion. “Would he? Or perhaps he sees war as the more advantageous option. A chance to assert dominance and crush any dissent before it can grow.”

Touya shook his head, his thoughts tangled. “No, it doesn’t make sense. My father rules with an iron fist, yes, but he’s always been calculated in his actions. Recklessness isn’t his way. This feels wrong.”

“Perhaps it is not recklessness,” Toshinorison said pointedly, “but desperation. Or arrogance. Both are dangerous in a man who holds power.”

“He wouldn’t be so brash as to —"

The earl’s expression hardened, his eyes pinning Touya with a piercing stare. "Wouldn’t he? Think carefully, Endeavorson. Your father’s pride has always burned brighter than his reason. To him, the arrival of an envoy from Hvinverjadalr — bearing a message of peace, no less — would be seen as an insult to his strength. Perhaps even as an attempt to undermine his authority."

Touya’s hands curled into fists on the table, the leather bracers creaking under the strain. "But to kill an envoy? That’s not just a rejection, that’s an act of war. He must have known it would come to that! He is a brute, indeed, but not an idiot."

Toshinorison nodded solemnly. "Oh, he knew. Make no mistake, Touya, this was not the act of a man caught unawares. Your father is playing a dangerous game, one where he believes he holds all the cards. But…" His gaze shifted, darkened. "It makes me wonder if something else is stirring within Skjaldvargr."

The younger man’s eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

Toshinorison leaned forward, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "I mean that this level of recklessness doesn’t align with what I’ve known of your father. Brutal? Yes. Arrogant? Certainly. But uncalculated? Never. Something must have changed. Either there is discord in his ranks, or something — or someone — has emboldened him to act without fear of reprisal."

Touya’s mind raced, flashes of memory stabbing through him like cold steel. The image of his father, standing tall and unyielding, came to him first. Then, unbidden, the face of his younger brother, Shoto. The last time he had seen him… he was oh so different from a young man he used to know. Was Shoto now his father’s confidant? Had he become the hand that stoked the fires of war?

His thoughts drifted again, unbidden, to you — the Christian woman who had become a thread of comfort in his life. The way your voice wavered when you spoke his name, the way your eyes reflected defiance and vulnerability in equal measure. He had tried to shield you from the harshest realities of his world, but in the end, he had left you behind in Skjaldvargr. Did you think he had abandoned you? That you had been nothing but a burden, an inconvenient trophy from a raid long past?

He could see you clearly in his mind’s eye: the way you had knelt by the fire, clutching that small wooden cross as if it held the power to protect you from the cruel whims of their gods. He had hated the sight of that cross once, a reminder of the world they had razed to claim you. But later you chose to follow their path. You chose to claim their gods as yours.

Did you curse his name now? Or did you still look toward the horizon, wondering if he might return for you one day?

Toshinorison’s voice broke through his spiraling thoughts. "Touya. Focus."

He blinked, his gaze snapping back to the earl. Touya’s jaw tightened, frustration bubbling to the surface. “I need to go there myself. I need to see what’s happening. If this was truly my father’s doing, I’ll get the answers.”

The earl’s expression softened, but his tone remained firm. “No, Touya. I cannot allow that. You are still recovering, and I will not risk your life unnecessarily. If you were to confront your father now, in this state, it would be suicide.”

Touya’s fist slammed against the table, the mead in his horn sloshing over the rim. “With all due respect, my lord, this is my family! I have to know the truth! I can’t just sit here while —”

“And what if you go and find yourself in the same grave as the envoy?” Toshinorison cut in sharply, his voice a whip crack of authority. “I will not lose you, Touya. Not to your father’s wrath, not to his schemes. Your time will come, but not now. If Endeavor suspects you of betrayal or sees you as a threat to any of his plans, he will not hesitate to eliminate you. That’s the sad truth. For now, you must remain here and recover. When the time is right, you will play your part. But for now, trust me to carry this burden."

Touya slumped back in his chair, his mind churning with unspoken protests. He knew the earl was right, but the thought of staying idle while chaos brewed in Skjaldvargr gnawed at him like a festering wound. Touya glared at the earl, his anger warring with the truth he couldn’t deny. The young prince ran a hand through his snowy hair. “Then what do you suggest, my lord? That I wait here while the world burns?”

“Perhaps your father no longer holds the iron grip he once did.”

Touya shook his head firmly. “That’s not possible. My father rules with absolute authority. His people respect him, fear him.”

“And yet, even the strongest walls can crumble from within,” the earl countered. “Consider this, Touya: if someone within Skjaldvargr is pushing him toward war, they would have everything to gain from this chaos. A fractured kingdom. A weakened ruler.”

Touya stared into the amber liquid in his horn, his mind a storm of thoughts.

"Rest now, Endeavorson," Toshinorison said quietly, his voice tempered with a rare note of compassion as he slowly got up from the table. "The storm is coming, and we will need all our strength to weather it."

Touya nodded reluctantly, though his thoughts remained elsewhere. On his father. On Shoto. On you.

Would you ever understand why he had left? Would he ever find the words to explain it if he saw you again?

The fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the hall, and Touya stared into the flames, searching for answers he knew he wouldn’t find tonight.

The icy wind swept through the main square of Skjaldvargr, carrying with it the biting chill of an early snow. Flurries danced in the dim light of torches lining the square, their flames flickering weakly against the encroaching night. The air was heavy with silence, broken only by the muffled coughs of villagers and the rhythmic thuds of boots as guards herded the assembled crowd into place.

The people of Skjaldvargr were a shadow of their former selves. Once a proud and resilient settlement, they now bore the weight of Shoto’s relentless rule. The crowd, ragged and gaunt, stood huddled together, their breath visible in the freezing air. Thin cloaks and patched furs barely shielded them from the bitter chill, but they dared not complain. Shoto Endeavorson had summoned them, and in his presence, even the smallest hint of defiance could mean death. Frostbitten hands clutched at thin cloaks and patched furs, offering little protection from the biting cold. Children huddled close to their mothers, their cheeks red and raw, their eyes dull with fatigue. 

The village itself bore the scars of Shoto’s greed. Buildings that had once stood sturdy and proud were now crumbling under the weight of neglect. Smoke from overworked forges choked the air, the acrid scent of iron and sweat lingering long after the fires had died down for the night. Every able-bodied villager was forced to labor beyond their limits, hauling timber, forging weapons, or tilling frozen fields for crops that would never grow. Those who faltered or dared to speak against the earl vanished in the dead of night, their names whispered with fear and sorrow among the survivors. Some were never seen again. Others were found days later, their lifeless bodies discarded as warnings to the rest.

At the center of the square, a podium stood like a grim monument to Skjaldvargr’s suffering. It was the same place where Endeavor, the former earl, had been executed. Blood from his beheading had long since frozen into the stones, a dark stain that even the snow couldn’t cover completely. And now, in his place, his youngest son sat on the carved throne, his presence a chilling reminder of how far the settlement had fallen.

Shoto Endeavorson lounged on the throne, an imposing figure draped in thick bear fur. The fur was so white it seemed to glow against the darkness, its pristine condition a mockery of the filth and poverty that plagued his people. His crown, a brutal thing of iron and obsidian, glinted in the torchlight, casting shadows over his mismatched eyes. One turquoise, cold and calculating, the other a stormy gray, filled with malice. His lips curled into a smirk as he surveyed the crowd, his gaze cutting through them like a blade.

By his side, you stood silently, cradling your child in your arms. The baby, a nearly one-year-old boy wrapped in the finest furs and silks that had been ordered from the Silk Road itself, slept peacefully against your chest, oblivious to the turmoil around him. His tiny breaths were soft and rhythmic, a stark contrast to the tension that gripped the square.

Shoto had claimed the child as his own, though he knew the boy was Touya’s, conceived in the fleeting moments of solace you had shared with the man you truly loved. Despite knowing the boy’s lineage, Shoto had insisted on raising him under his rule, molding him into an heir shaped by his own twisted values. You, however, had done everything in your power to shield the boy from Shoto’s influence, whispering stories of honor and kindness to him in the quiet of the night, hoping to instill the same virtues Touya had once embodied.

But you knew your time was running out. The only reason Shoto hadn’t cast you aside — or worse — was because the boy still depended on your milk. When that need ended, you would have no place in his plans. And every argument, every whispered defiance, brought you closer to inevitable.

The square grew quieter as Shoto rose from his throne, his presence commanding attention. He lifted a hand, and the guards stepped forward, dragging a bound figure to the center of the platform. The prisoner, a young man with bruised and bloodied features, was thrown to his knees before the earl.

“People of Skjaldvargr,” Shoto’s voice rang out, cold and clear. “An enemy has come to infiltrate our settlement.”

A murmur rippled through the crowd, the villagers exchanging uneasy glances. The prisoner groaned, his head lolling forward, but Shoto ignored him, stepping closer to the edge of the podium to address his people.

"This," Shoto began, his voice cold and methodical as he ;pointed at the man, "is a spy. A worm sent by Hvinverjadalr to infiltrate our settlement and sow dissent. He thought he could challenge me, challenge us. But as you can see, I do not tolerate treachery."

The crowd gasped, fear and anger flickering across their faces. But Shoto wasn’t finished. His next words dropped like stones into the frigid air. 

He turned to the crowd, his expression a mask of cruel amusement. "And do you know what this spy revealed during interrogation?" He paused, letting the suspense build. "That Touya Endeavorson, the traitorous prince, is alive."

Gasps rippled through the crowd, followed by murmurs of disbelief and tentative hope. You felt your heart stop, the weight of his words crashing down on you. Tears filled your eyes, unbidden, and slid down your cheeks as you clutched your son tighter. Touya was alive…

The crowd’s whispers grew louder, turning into cheers as the realization spread. “Touya ! Touya ! Bring us our rightful earl!” they shouted, their voices raw with pure desperation. 

Touya was alive. Somewhere out there, the man you had believed lost to death and betrayal was still fighting, still breathing. The weight of your sorrow and fear lifted, replaced by a fierce, unyielding hope.

But Shoto’s hand shot up, silencing the crowd with an imperious glare. “Enough!” he barked, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade. “You will not chant his name. Touya is a traitor, a man who abandoned his people when they needed him most. He is no savior.” He turned back to the prisoner and drove his dagger deep into the man’s chest. 

The spy’s body jerked once, then went still, his blood pooling around him in the snow.

Shoto let the body fall, his face twisted with fury. “Let this be a warning,” he snarled, his voice echoing through the square. “Anyone who speaks the traitor’s name again will meet the same fate.”

You felt Hawks’ gaze on you, a flicker of pity in his golden eyes. But it was fleeting, and as he turned away, his expression once again became unreadable.

Shoto turned back to the crowd, his voice colder than the snow falling around him. “Remember this, people of Skjaldvargr: treachery will not be tolerated. Anyone caught conspiring against me will meet the same fate as this spy.”

Shoto’s guards tensed, shifting their stances as the crowd’s unrest grew. 

A man near the front, his face weathered with age but his eyes blazing with defiance, stepped forward. “Enough of this tyranny!” he bellowed, his voice ringing out over the square. “You sit there in your furs and silks while we starve and freeze. Prince Touya would never have allowed this!”

Others joined in, their voices rising like a storm.

“You’re not our earl!”

“You’re a traitor!”

“We want Touya! Not you, tyrant!”

The first stone was thrown by a boy no older than fifteen. It struck one of the guards in the chest, bouncing harmlessly off his armor, but the act of defiance was enough to shatter the fragile tension. The square erupted into chaos. Villagers surged forward.

A woman wielding a broken plank swung at a guard, her face twisted with fury. Another man, carrying a rusted farming scythe, lunged at a soldier, only to be struck down with the flat of a blade. 

The guards, momentarily caught off guard by the ferocity of the crowd, began to push back, their swords flashing in the torchlight.

On the podium, Shoto’s lip curled into a snarl. His mismatched eyes burned with fury as he took in the sight of his people — his people — rising against him. His voice thundered over the din, cutting through the chaos like a blade. “That’s enough!” he roared, his tone laced with unrestrained venom. “You dare defy me, worms?!”

But the crowd didn’t stop. For the first time since his ascension, the villagers no longer cowered before him. They had tasted the possibility of freedom, the hope of a rightful leader, and it fueled their rage.

Shoto’s fingers twitched, itching to draw his weapon and spill blood to remind them of their place. But Hawks, standing nearby, stepped closer, his golden eyes narrowing as he leaned toward the earl.

“My lord,” Hawks murmured, his voice low and urgent, “this is not the time. Kill them, and the rebellion will only grow. You’ll have a full-scale revolt on your hands by dawn.”

Shoto’s snarl deepened, but he didn’t miss the truth in Hawks’ words. His guards, though armed and trained, were vastly outnumbered. The villagers were desperate, and desperation made them dangerous.

“Guards! Hold your weapons!”

The guards froze, their blades half-raised, and glanced at each other uncertainly. The crowd murmured, their anger not entirely quelled but their momentum paused by Shoto’s sudden command.

“Do not attack anyone,” Shoto barked, his voice cutting through the whispers. “But clear the square. Now.”

The guards obeyed immediately, forming a line and advancing methodically toward the villagers. They did not raise their weapons, but their sheer presence was enough to push the crowd back. 

The people resisted at first, glaring at the guards with unmasked hatred, but the weight of their suffering left them too weak to fight for long. Slowly, reluctantly, they began to retreat toward the edges of the square.

“Listen to me, people of Skjaldvargr,” Shoto continued, his voice cold and biting. He stepped forward on the podium, his posture rigid with authority. “This ends now. Return to your homes. No one is to leave their houses tonight. Any who disobey will face my judgment come morning.”

The crowd bristled, but no one dared speak. 

The guards began ushering people down the streets, their armored boots thudding against the cobblestones as they enforced the earl’s decree.

As the square emptied, Shoto remained on the podium, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. The snow fell heavier now, blanketing the blood-stained ground in a thin layer of white. He turned to Hawks, his voice a low growl. “This isn’t over. They think they can defy me. They will fucking learn who is their rightful leader. Make sure the gates are locked,” Shoto ordered, his voice low. “No one enters or leaves the settlement tonight.”

Hawks regarded him carefully, his golden eyes unreadable. “As you wish, my lord. Though it seems you’ve already made your point. Tonight, you avoided something awful. A rebellion can be managed. An uprising cannot.”

Shoto shot him a sharp look, his irritation flaring. “My point isn’t made until they remember who rules them. Now go.”

Hawks shrugged lazily but strode off to carry out the order, his long coat billowing behind him.

Shoto stepped back onto the podium, his boots leaving bloody prints in the snow. He gestured to the guards, who began herding the people back to their homes. As the square emptied, his gaze shifted to you, cold and calculating. “And you better remember your place,” he reminded quietly, his voice a venomous whisper. “Your boy is mine now. Better don’t try anything or I’ll have to make sure your pretty, little head is neatly cut off from the rest of your body. Now, take the boy inside, it’s getting cold out here.”

The Great Hall was eerily quiet as you stepped inside, the heavy wooden doors groaning shut behind you with a thud that reverberated through the empty space. The warmth of the fires lining the walls was a stark contrast to the freezing storm outside, but it did little to chase away the chill that had settled deep within you.

The baby stirred in your arms, a soft whimper escaping his lips before he settled again, his tiny fingers clutching at the edge of his fur blanket. You held him close, pressing a kiss to his head to calm your own racing heart. The flickering firelight cast long shadows across the hall, making the carved wooden beams and intricate tapestries seem alive with movement.

You paused near the hearth, your ears straining for the sound of Shoto’s boots against the stone floor. When it finally came — measured, deliberate, and echoing down the hall — you turned your back to the door, pretending to focus on soothing the baby. 

Shoto walked past without a word, his mismatched eyes briefly flicking toward you before he ascended the steps to your shared chambers.

You waited, your breath shallow, until the faint creak of the door to his room reached your ears. Only then did you exhale, your body trembling with a mix of dread and determination. Placing the baby gently into his crib near the hearth, you lingered for a moment, brushing a hand over his soft, white hair. His peaceful face was a small comfort, a reminder of what you were fighting to protect.

Straightening your spine, you turned and made your way up the stairs. Each step felt heavier than the last, your heart pounding as you rehearsed the confrontation in your mind. When you reached the door, you pushed it open without knocking.

Shoto stood near the window, his back to you, the snow outside casting a pale glow over his figure. He was still draped in the thick bear fur from earlier, his crown set on the table beside him. He didn’t turn as you entered, but you knew he was aware of your presence.

“Did you know?” you asked simply, your voice barely above a whisper, yet it carried across the room like a blade. “Did you know Touya was alive?”

Shoto turned slowly, his mismatched eyes meeting yours with an expression that was equal parts amusement and menace. “I thought I had ensured his end,” he stated, his voice calm, almost conversational. “But apparently, the gods had other plans.”

Your breath hitched, and you clenched your fists at your sides. “You knew, and you didn’t tell us,” you said, your voice trembling with anger and disbelief. “All this time, you let us think he was —”

“Dead?” Shoto cut you off, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “For all intents and purposes, he was. And yet here we are.” He stepped toward you, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey. 

You didn’t back away, though your heart hammered in your chest. “Why?” you demanded, your voice rising. “Why would you try to kill him? He is your brother !”

“Brother?” Shoto’s laugh was cold, devoid of humor. “He was a threat. To my rule. To my plans. And to my power. A man like Touya doesn’t understand the sacrifices it takes to lead. He was weak.”

As he spoke, he closed the distance between you, his presence looming. Before you could react, his hand shot out, his fingers gripping your chin firmly. He tilted your head upward, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You,” he murmured, his tone dark and possessive, “should focus on the present, not the past.”

Before you could protest, his lips crashed against yours, rough and unrelenting. The force of the kiss left you breathless, a tear slipping down your cheek as you struggled against the overwhelming tide of emotions — anger, sorrow, and fear.

When he finally pulled back, his mismatched eyes bore into yours, his grip on your chin unyielding. “You are mine,” he claimed, his voice low and dangerous. “And so is the boy. Don’t ever forget who holds the power here.”

You bit back the retort that burned in your throat that the boy was not and would never be his son. 

Your hand froze on the doorknob as you turned your head to glance at Shoto. In a calm, matter-of-fact tone, you stated, "You know, Shoto, the past never truly dies." With that, you stepped out of your shared chamber, leaving him behind. The very idea of sharing a bed with that man made your stomach churn, so you resolved to spend the night in the main hall instead. As you peeked into the crib to check if your son was still asleep, a single thought burned in your mind: Touya was alive. And you were ready to do whatever it took to help him reclaim what was rightfully his.

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[armenianwriterman]

I was thinking about the somewhat implausible circumstances of All for One's plan for Aoyama and made an AU about it. So here, AfO decides to make a bit of a safety net and blackmail a bunch of kids to ensure that at least one of them makes it in. By sheer coincidence, all 19 of the kids he blackmailed get in and are all put in Class 1-A. The kicker is they all think they're the only traitor, so what follows is the most glorious crack imaginable as 19 dumbasses run around like headless chickens try desperately to hide the fact that they're all traitors from each other. Shenanigans ensue, Izuku is very glad to not be the most weird/neurotic kid in class, and Aizawa is done with life.

Meanwhile, AfO and the League spend their time watching all the chaos go down and are just like

[sapphic-agent]

One last autistic rant from me and I'll be quiet, but the way Horikoshi treated Mic? My god! Brace yourself, because this will be long.

He's one of the few competent adults in the series but his opinions are always dismissed. Over and over again. And he used to be a prominent character in the series before being shoved into the background. I feel that was intentional because Mic was one of the characters that debunked some of Horikoshi's plot points.

"Bakugou is being a bit aggressive towards a girl I know is sweet and doing her best." Don't care. Get smacked in the face by Horikoshi's self insert, even though you were thoughtful enough to watch over him while he was in A FULL BODY CAST!!!

"Hey, this guy might be abusing his son. Shouldn't we do something?" No one asked. Just keep on commentating, commentator. So nosy.

"There might be a traitor in UA." That’s stupid. We will start losing trust in each other if we start pointing fingers, says the guy who is supposed to be a sharpshooter.

"You're obviously favoring this kid because of Oboro." Shut up, Mic. No one asked you. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to neglect my actual students in favor of this self-victimizing kid.

"Our friend is a nomu and we found out who the culprit is." I'll only go if you do, but don't really want anything to do with it.

"Our other close friend died." Shut up, Mic, and tell me about the students that I've neglected up until this arc.

"I was right! There was a traitor!" Yeah, but he still can be a hero. See, even your friend who was negatively by the traitor is siding with him. You're just a jerk, Mic.

"I went to the hospital to save Oboro, who I've known longer than Aizawa, and he isn't there anymore." Shut up, Mic! You're just being negative.

"I'm sorry for crying. I'm supposed to be a man." I wasn't asking you, Mic. I was talking to our friend who is more so your friend because I only ever use him as an excuse for how I treat my students.

It's so frustrating that everyone, even his own 'friends', doesn't listen to Mic. And don’t get me started with how he's written in fanon most of the time. This is another thing that I rewrote for my AU. Sunny Day (Mic's counterpart) is based on Fanon!Mic, but I expanded more on her character and have her be more than just a blonde ditz. I gave her the support that Mic never really gets in canon, but she still supports others in turn. Sunny's arc even plays into Shoto's arc in my AU, where she helps him escape Endeavor's grasp.

Alrighty. That's all from me. I'll leave you be now. I just wanted share my one final tidbit.

It's funny because Fanon Dadzawa is actually Canon Mic. He's intelligent, attentive, and actually shows concern for the students. It's sad that he's just support for Aizawa's character, he really has potential as a standalone character.

Your asks have been great, please feel free to send more whenever!

[plusultraetc]

what do u think of traitor!mic 🫶 i honestly was confused abt it when i realized how popular it was relatively speaking … there was a lot of it from like? 2020-2021?!?! i wanted to know ur take on him ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ )

BESTIE YOU ARE ALWAYS ASKING THE DIFFICULT QUESTIONS. OKAY LET'S TALK ABOUT TRAITOR MIC.

The long & short of it is that I SEE the vision but unfortunately, he's just not for me 😭 That isn’t to say I’m not interested in other people’s takes on him (and am super open to post/fic/art recs if anyone has any; I recently saw this piece and had a full-body flinch reaction when I Realized. Like. OMG). I just have like. Zero thoughts of my own lol, because traitor!Mic is conceptually so opposed to my understanding of the character that I can’t quite au about it.

(Before I get into my longwinded nonsense, let me just add that we should have known Mic wasn't the traitor from the very start because if he had been the League of Villains would have been way more successful lmao)

So full disclosure, when I watched the first few seasons of MHA a couple years ago, I heard there was a traitor at UA and the first thing I blurted out was 'IT'S PRESENT MIC.' I honestly am not sure why I thought so at the time, other than the fact that he seemed like an incredibly unlikely candidate, and therefore was Very Suspicious to me lol. Like, I don't even think I knew he was the one who proposed the traitor theory--if I had, it would have been so over for him. I would have been convinced he was the traitor & trying to throw people off his scent maybe for the rest of my life. In reality I probably just thought he was too loud and goofy and therefore must be hiding something (what he was hiding was a tragic backstory, whoops!) But anyway I was actually really surprised when I learned traitor!Mic had become such a prevalent theory!

In many ways, I can totally see why. Mic makes a good candidate for a traitor! He's smart, he has reasons to be dissatisfied with the pro hero status quo, and as we learn, he has very distinct public and private personas--one of which is radio DJ Present Mic, and the other is really, really angry.

THAT BEING SAID. Looking back on it, I feel like the more we learned about Mic, the more the traitor theory kind of... falls apart. I almost feel like he's Too Angry under all that leather and hairspray to be a spy for the League. For example, if I was trying to stay under the radar as a villain spy, I wouldn't turn to the guy next to me and be like ‘HEY let's beat these civilian reporters up for trespassing ♥’

Mic has every reason to be angry. He lost a close friend in a villain attack at a young age, watched the toll his death took on his friends and family even while processing (or failing to process) his own grief, and later had to confront the reality of what really happened to Shirakumo--how intentional and therefore avoidable it was--as the world was falling apart around him. I’ve talked a little bit on this blog about my many Big Sad Feelings about the ‘middle generation’ of pro heroes between All Might and the up-and-coming UA students, but more than anyone else, I think the UA teachers are a very conflicted group. It’s like… not quite ‘former child soldiers raising current child soldiers,’ but a similar concept, especially for characters like Mic, Aizawa, and Midnight, who had such a traumatic experience during their own years at UA. Now they are very much responsible for the children they are going to *checks notes* send into the same, and in some cases even more, dangerous situations that chewed them up and spat them out as teenagers. Very healthy, very mindful.

So Mic does have reasons to be disillusioned, but the thing is, he very actively participates in an often-hypocritical pro hero society. (This is not a criticism of him btw; many characters in the series do, and it’s often what makes them interesting!) Something that’s come up in book club is the fact that Present Mic is a public figure with a platform of his own and absolutely no problem loudly critiquing other heroes and even students, but he like. Really Hates the media. It’s almost funny how much he dislikes them. This is as good a reason as any that traitor!Mic should have been a hard sell, because his feelings about the media are directly opposed to those of the early League of Villains--ie, the iteration of the League when the traitor’s intel would have been at its most valuable. The early League loves the media; they want to use them to sensationalize and legitimize their message. Present Mic, meanwhile, uses his incredibly limited screentime to quite literally get in their way. He could have 100% made better use of his platform & connection to the press to aid the League.

I did try to approach this question from a non-erasermic lens, but I feel I would be remiss if I didn’t talk about Aizawa at all for two reasons: 1) unfortunately, Mic is a side character. He doesn’t have THAT many appearances throughout the series, and most of the time, he appears with or somehow-relating-to Aizawa, and 2) you can’t talk about a traitor without talking about who they’re betraying. And honestly, I just can't see him betraying Aizawa--not after everything they've been through together, not after weathering Aizawa's darkest years, and not now, when All Might's imminent retirement (that the UA faculty is aware of in advance) means that big changes are looming on the horizon for all pro heroes. Mic himself acknowledges that the age of All Might has made them complacent--he knows that the end of the Symbol of Peace spells trouble, and that current pros are largely unequipped for a world without All Might. He has a tendency to prioritize others, especially Aizawa and those he cares about, above himself, and right now would be the very worst time to sell All Might/UA/etc out to the League.

And then of course there's the obvious: he really is just. Very kind. We don't get nearly enough Present Mic throughout the series, but what we do get tells us that he's supportive, protective, somewhat-sassy and Doing His Best. Like yeah, he roasts the other characters literally every chance he gets, and he can def be judgmental, but when it counts (when Uraraka was feeling guilty that Midoriya stayed behind to rescue her during the Entrance Exam, when Bakugou and Todoroki needed someone to supervise their remedial training, when Ms. Ikoma became overwhelmed by her students' admittedly poor behavior), he steps up for the people around him. Idk he's just a really solid hero. This is my formal apology to Present Mic for suspecting him in like 2018 or whenever it was.

THANK YOU FOR OPENING UP THIS CAN OF WORMS, do you have any thoughts on traitor!Mic? Any recommendations? Does anyone? 👀

[catlady5001]

end of year fic recs, list #2

part one // here

same as last time: i want to share some fics i really enjoyed this year, organized by fandom! each fic will have a short summary, the word count, and a + symbol if it's a work in progress!

this list will have recs for Spider-Man and BNHA. enjoy! :)

Spider-Man

Fitting In (Tiny Spaces) by aloneintherain (@captainkirkk). while on a team mission, peter parker bites off a bit more than he can chew. 3k, hurt/comfort

In the Home by aloneintherain (@captainkirkk). The Avengers have been infected, turned violent and aggressive against their will. And Peter, the only one unaffected, is trapped inside the Tower with six feral teammates. 69k, angst and comfort

Dark Matter by mysterycyclone (@mysterycyclone). AU where peter parker gets pulled into the DCU after the events of Infinity War, and gets pulled into the both the Wayne family and the Bat Family. 213k+, angst and comfort

Spider-Verse

equifinality by Quillium (@quillium). In a world where Jefferson Davis dies instead of Spider-man, Miles Morales becomes the Prowler and somehow still gets taken under Spider-man's wing. 20k+, hurt/comfort

so lucky, so strong, so proud by ProfessorSpork. Sometimes you end up in a superhero team up where half the people in the group have your face, or your dead ex/best friend’s face, and you just have to find a way to deal with it. 7k, angst and comfort

Down the Waterspout by Mockingone. spiderverse au where spider-man lives.

let's do this one last time by imoticon. michelle jones gets sucked into the multi-verse. gwen stacy helps her. 9k, dimension travel

New Moves by WildInkling (@wildinkling). miles morales takes up ballet!! 3k, fluff

BNHA

komorebi by Calamitatum (@calamitxtum). desperate to prove himself, Hitoshi agrees to help UA find the traitor, even if he has to sacrifice himself in the process. 157k, angst

Accidentally, Tragically, Heroic by whatagoodegg. shigaraki infiltrates ua as a student, and somehow, is accidentally a great hero. 118k+, hurt/comfort

reconcile by whatagoodegg. a child's quirk traps midoriya and shigaraki in a box together until they can 'reconcile' their differences. 151k, hurt/comfort

Foresight by akcugrai (@akcugrai). Izuku's quirk is simple, it tells him exactly what he needs to do, eventually leading him to tear down All for One. 66k, hurt/comfort

Candor by OwlF45 (@owlf45). The Hero Commission passes a new code that requires all heroes to complete a mental simulation test. For Izuku, the consequences are catastrophic. 60k, hurt/comfort

linger on the doorstep (come into the warmth) series by intheeveningsunrise (@intheeveningsunrise). au where midoriya inko adopts aizawa in high school, dramatically changing his life and the life of his brother, midoriya izuku. 408k+, angst and comfort

out of the frying pan (into the ice and fire) series by intheeveningsunrise (@intheeveningsunrise). Izuku runs into his twin at the USJ - and then proceeds to run into him seemingly everywhere he goes. 305k+, angst and comfort

Words as Weapons by NearoRiver. While navigating his father’s (All for One's) high expectations, insidious emotional abuse, and overpowering quirk, Izuku fights to become a hero. 129k+

Ill-Gotten Gains by ghostmaybite. AFO!Izuku steals Aizawa's quirk to kill All for One. things only get more complicated from there. 245k+, hurt/comfort

once forgotten, twice removed by blueh (@blu-eh). number one hero Deku gets thrust into an alternate reality where he’s All for One’s Successor. 42k, hurt/comfort

awake and (un)afraid, asleep or- by driedupwishes. after shouto and eijirou start trending on twitter, shouto starts an instagram to showcase his Hero Deku merch. it spirals from there. 54k, future fic

Independent Study by pianogavin (@pianogavinwrites). After one too many repeat injuries, UA puts a policy in place to alert parents every time their child is hurt at school. This leads to Momo taking care of her own injuries. MomoJirou focused. 6k, hurt/comfort

we don't know what's dead / till it's gone by carolinaa (@officialratprince). momo's dad dies. neither she nor Kyouka know how to feel about it. 8k hurt/comfort

spit to the left, carry on (smile & say you're good) by jublis. Jirou grows into herself during a time of war. 15k, hurt/comfort

old game (new rules) by carolinaa (@officialratprince). the ULTIMATE momojirou fic. after bad experiences in middle school, kyouka is determined to keep to herself at UA, but her classmates have a way of getting under her skin.

Despite Your Good Intentions series by xylophones. yagi toshinori moves into midoriya izuku's apartment building when he is eleven. this has a ripple effect that leads to midoriya izuku becoming the youngest licensed intern that japan has seen, and spirals from there. one of my favorite series!!! 204k, hurt/comfort

Thick Blood, Sweet Water by litbynosun (@coldwind-shiningstars). aizawa shouta and midoriya inko are siblings who only reunite after midoriya izuku has started his first year at UA. 15k, family fluff

the drip of melting ice by planet_B612. Hitoshi moves into the 2A dormitory at the beginning of his second year, learns who his neighbour is, and makes the friends he had declared he isn't there to have within the space of a semester. 20k, hurt/comfort

every story is a ghost by daylightbreaks (). shinsou learns that crushes get complicated quickly when you think that your crush is possesed. shindeku. 26k, hurt/comfort

between the lines (it was there the whole time) by placesinfive. eri, class 1-A, and all the little moments in between. 12k, domestic fluff

make this feel like home by carolinaa (@officialratprince). natsuo spends his winter break at home. surprisingly, it doesn't all go to shit. 27k, hurt/comfort

when the light returns by rubiginosa. bakugou, camie and uraraka go up north to steal a tree for Todoroki. 13k, road trip fic

Leitmotif by LunaLucrea (@lunalucrea). midoriya interns with present mic, and runs into a man with a quirk that lets him hear people's "soul song". 7k, hurt/comfort

pez dispenser debris by thepolysyndetonaddictsupportgroup (@polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup). a quirk creates a younger version of midoriya izuku, who causes headaches for himself and everyone else. this is straight-up one of my favorite fics, and this summary does NOT do it justice. go read!! 74k+, hurt/comfort

hours spent in a hospital waiting room just to lose a knife fight by SpiritusRex (@spiritusrex). izuku's friends support him when he's hospitalized for appendicitis - a disease he can only get after being born Quirkless. 3k, hurt/comfort

with just a little luck by SpiritusRex (@spiritusrex). izuku keeps getting hurt, so his classmates start to gift him good-luck charms, not realizing it puts him on edge. 7k, hurt/comfort

Small Enough to Carry by ghostwriterofthemachine (@ghostwriterofthemachine). One Thing Midoriya Izuku Starts Carrying Around for Each of the People that He Loves, and One Thing Each of Them Starts Carrying Around for Him. 12k, hurt/comfort

A Boy and his Ghost series by LowlyWriter. AU where izuku can see ghosts, and soon befriends Shirakumo Oboro, the ghost who follows his teachers around. 543k, hurt/comfort

hero’s shadow by feelingstabby. the story of how a few heroes help Midoriya Izuku become something more than a lost vigilante. one of my favorite longfics! 818k+, hurt/comfort

When Realities Collide by LowlyWriter. hero-in-training midoriya izuku gets transported to an alternate universe where he is a deadly villain. 168k, hurt/comfort

starkly marked by OwlF45 ((@owlf45). izuku is stuck in a timeloop, but the longer it goes on, the more people begin to recognize him - even if they technically haven't met. 4k, angst

but somehow i'll see it through by artfulacrostic (@artfulacrostic). izuku is the victim of an obedience quirk. 16k, hurt/comfort

idle worship by dreamtowns (@dreamvevo). shindeku social media au revolving around secret identities. one of the best social media fics I've read - dreamtowns puts HOURS of effort into their fics, and it shows. 28k, hurt/comfort

[pocketramblr]

AU where students from the same middle school aren't placed in the same class at UA

I guess it's a good thing that no middle schools get more than two kids into the hero track then...

1- Sorry Bakugou and Mina, you're getting put in 1B to separate you from people you know. (This has got to be a weird social experiment for Nedzu, giving his students "fresher" starts maybe? He did that to poor Tamaki and Mirio too huh) In their place are Ibara and Awase. (It should probably be Ibara and Nirengeki but 💙 Awase is a favorite 💙)

2- Mina and Itsuka are the Big Sisters team of Class 1B, the vice and class representative respectively. Mina is the cool big sister who lends you makeup and cheers you up, and Itsuka is the big sister who fixes your haircut and covers for you from Mom. Anyone in class 1B would kill for either of them. The reverse is also true. Well...... Almost anyone in 1B would kill for them... Mina is also going to make sure that 1B has the most fabulous culture festival on record for UA, ever.

3- Bakugou considers his class a bunch of extras and dislikes how him being the entrance exam winner did not win him the class election automatically, nor how Monoma pivots to being open about disliking him after a few hours of knowing him. ("It's tragic, but better one bad member of a class than twenty of them, 1A. Well, one bad member and a TRAITOR, MINA, I SEE YOU HANGING OUT WITH DISCOUNT TETSUTETSU."). That said, he slowly begins to respect some of his classmates: Itsuka (for controlling Monoma), Shishida and Honenuki (raw power + composure), and Setsuna (good test of power.) He thinks Vlad is an ok teacher, and he does excell at increasing the raw damage his students deal on the battlefield.

4- Ibara, in contrast, gets more training from Aizawa about dext and using minimal vines for the max purpose, rather than as much as possible. She has tea with Tokoyami and Momo often, and Momo reports that she isn't sure if the other two are on the same page or not, because their speech is very dramatic and they're either portending doom or debating spiritualism. But either way they keep meeting so?? Friendship I guess?? She and Sato bake for the dorm every week, and Izuku goes to her for help with Black Whip (she only tries an exorcism once)

5- Awase is just so cool so everyone in 1A loves him too I think this is a very unbiased opinion for me to have. He's got a friendly rivalry with Sero, likes to spar with Ojiro, and has the most incomprehensible arguments with Kaminari when they should be going to bed. Izuku gets excited to work with him and his quirk in groups, (his sharp language is familiar, but warm, and there's something else about him that's familiar, at the back of Izuku's mind, where he can't quite reach... ) and Awase appreciates him.

[kywaslost]

Boku No Hero Academia Masterlist Pt. 2

Random Writings

BNHA Scenario*Inspired by a scene in IT*

BNHA Traitor AU

Personal Experience Story Guard Edition

Aizawa Shouta

Reader has a Processing Disorder

Story Time

Birds of a Feather

I Can't Believe He Lives On

Home Isn't Home Anymore

Wednesday

You Blame Yourself

Comfort After a Bad Test

Comforting Student Reader ft. Aizawa and Present Mic

Aizawa x Sick Daughter Reader

Dadzawa Comfort

Aizawa Headcanons for an S/O who has an uncontrollable quirk

reader is Sir Night Eye's Daughter

reader with a Medusa Quirk

Talk to Me

How They Help With Sensory Overload/Panic/Anxiety Attacks

Brotherly Love

Watery Breaths

I'm Proud of You

That Empty Feeling

What Happened?

Well You're Not Quirkless Anymore

Happy Endings

Nightmares

Keigo Takami

Artist's Talent

A Stormy Night

Focus, Dove

Hide-And-Seek

A Little Stim Never Bothered Anyone

A Little Prank Never Hurt Anyone

Where Were You

Lizards and Hawks Don't Mix

I Just Needed to Make Sure You Were Ok

Betrayal

Platonic Hawks x Calm Teen Reader

Platonic Hawks x Teen Reader With Austism Pt.1, Pt. 2

Aquarium Date With Hawks

The Fire Incident

Family Visits

Hawks With An S/O In College

Hugging Hawks

Doing Laundry

Celebrating Your Birthday

Washing Dishes

Keeping Plants

Waking Up Together

Night In

Cooking Together

Hawks Imagine

Hear Me Out Right Quick

Comfort for a Bad Day

Nightmare Comfort

A Trip to the Toy Store

You Made This, For Me?

How They Help With Sensory Overload/Panic/Anxiety Attacks

Heartburn

Hizashi Yamada

I Can't Believe He Lives On

Comforting Student Reader ft. Aizawa and Present Mic

How They Help With Sensory Overload/Panic/Anxiety Attacks

That Empty Feeling

Happy Memories

You're With Me Now

AllMight

You'll Always Be My Kid

AllMight x Reader

AllMight Comforts Izuku

Dabi

Sit By The Fire

I Told You So

[epickiya722]

I had heard about it so I wanted to ask you if they really exist: Apparently it was pretty popular in fanfics to make it so Izuku making hero notes was seeing as some sort of problem, like Aizawa think he is a traitor or that he would put people in danger if a vilain got them. I honestly just find those things to be really far fetched, and just like an excuse to find something to citizens Izuku for.

I haven't read fics, but I have crossed fics (like I'll see it in a summary or tags, something like that) where it's often Midoriya would be suspected of being a traitor because of his note-taking.

Personally, the AU was never one for me because it's just... it's Midoriya, I can't imagine him as a traitor.

Also, now that I'm thinking about it... if Midoriya is supposed to be a traitor and it's supposed to be a secret... why would he be taking notes out in the open?!

Like, if I was a traitor, I would want people to be aware I was taking notes on them to report back! It doesn't make sense!

And if I was someone like Aizawa who suspected Midoriya as a traitor because of note-taking, I would have questioned how could he be a traitor if he doesn't hide it and even shares his notes!

[deusvervewrites]

Paradise of the Strong: Aizawa is very proud of his student Bakugo, he's just got the Provisional License and not only caught various "terrorists" but even stumbled on a location All Might will be.

He's got no idea that it was all traitors that the Resistance set up to prop him up, or that Bakugo knows exactly how hard All Might can punch without his Quirk.

Interesting. Though Bakugou's personality in canon wouldn't quite fit, given the nature of this AU I could see him being more willing to lie/ act

[crepe-of-wrath]

Shouta Scarf-ish Saturday

notes/warnings: no smut; this is sort of a Courtly Love-ish/neo-medieval Romantic AU setting; not meant to be historically accurate in any way; Author liked Sleeping Beauty as a child and apologizes in advance; Reader is the Young Queen and Aizawa is the Old King's Young Knight; this will be at least a couple of parts Very loosely inspired by THIS ART from My Hero: Ultra Impact

The sun's light and warmth woke you up, but not in the way you were used to. Instead of being mediated through glass panes and curtains, the light was immediate and unfiltered, and the warmth had a sort of intensity that was rather delicious against your collarbone and calves.

You were outside. Animals and insects chirped and buzzed. The wind whistled through branches that were dotted with the buds of early spring. There was the faintest smell of flowers, though you couldn't tell what kind.

You were in a hammock made of some dingy grey webbing in what appeared to be an ancient, forgotten bower. You smiled fondly. How kind of your husband to see to you like this. What sort of surprise outing had he planned? Even though he was so much older than you, he took such good care of you, just like your own father had. You wondered where he was...

You gently sat up, laughing at how the hammock shook. The smile and laughter died on your lips when you saw the man who was sitting under the tree. It was Sir Shouta, a man who made you feel very different things than what you felt for your kindly, kingly husband. The two of you locked eyes for a moment before you looked away.

Your eyes darted back to the hammock and you shook your head, as though that would clear your head and help your grasp your situation. Your brain started to fit the pieces together. The hammock--it was *the scarf* that was usually looped around his neck.

You looked back up and Sir Shouta now had his eyes cast down.

"Please," he said to you in his deep voice. "At your feet, my lady. Please."

You realized one of your simple robes was crumpled at the foot of the hammock. As your body struggled to put it on as quickly as possible, your mind struggled to try and remember how you had gotten here. To your horror, all you could remember were unconnected scenes and sounds: swords clashing, screams of panic, your husband weighed down by his armor, but still issuing battle cries.

Your breathing got shakier.

With tremulous voice, you tried to be polite and courtly, as you asked, "Sir Shouta, g-good morning. What's happened?"

"May I approach, Your Highness?"

"Of course." You tightened your robe around you.

He knelt--he was so tall, after all--next to your hammock. You wondered how he wasn't sweating under all his black leather. His face was calm, unmarred save for the crescent scar under his eye, but his eyes betrayed his worry.

"As a precaution, Your Highness, the King instructed me to take you into the woods to keep you safe while he and my companions deal with the traitors who attacked the castle."

He stopped and swallowed as though he feared your reaction to what was to come.

"You were given a sleeping draught, which is why you may not remember everything. Please forgive me, Your Highness, in the heat of the battle it did not occur to any of us that doing so would leave you unable to dress yourself for bed. I-I am sorry, Your Highness. I swear to you on my honor as a knight, I took no liberties."

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and not because of the sun, and your lips almost curved upward before you schooled them into neutrality. Sir Shouta had stripped you down to your chemise! You could not stop your eyes from looking at his big, strong hands. More than once, you had watched how those hands grasped the sword at his waist, treating the hilt with both firm command and great sensitivity, and it made you feel lightheaded to think that he might have grasped you in the same way too. Had he cradled you against his chest as he tended you? Had his dark hair grazed your skin? Why were you cursed not to remember?

You focused on his face again and realized he was still waiting for you to respond, waiting for you to confirm you weren't angry with him. Gently, you touched one of his vambraces and said, "We do what necessity dictates, Sir Shouta."

"You are gracious, Your Highness," he replied. You thought you saw the faintest bit of color in his cheeks, but then it was gone and you realized your mind was playing tricks on you.

"I will be back very soon," said Shouta. "I must get you something to eat and drink."

[harukamitsuki]

Hello, “LOV and Izucrew Forced Team-Up AU” guy here, (man, yeah I do need a shorter name. Perhaps I’ll come up with an emoji combo the next time I send an ask that’s actually focused on the Forced Team-Up AU). But to answer your question, yes, your pain does bring me joy *evil laughter*. And to continue your pain, I have further inquiries about this AU-

Hizashi and Eri are indeed the saving graces of this AU, so let’s start with them :3

If I remember correctly Eri’s first smile happens at the School Festival. Is this the same in the AU? Does Hizashi get to witness Eri’s first smile? You know that panel in the manga of Aizawa bringing Eri to the Festival, imagine it’s Hizashi instead :3 (though unfortunately Aizawa would probably need to be standing next to them because well *gestures to Eri’s quirk*). I can only imagine the whirlwind of emotions Hizashi feel when he learn about the whole Midoriya vs Gentle Criminal & La Brava thing.

When Hizashi has the time, what fun activities does he do with Eri?

Now to ease the transition from Hizashi and Eri to Shinso and Aizawa. Let’s bring in some other characters.

How often does Midoriya and Mirio visit Eri? Does this cause Hizashi to form a closer bond with Midoriya (and Mirio too, lol). How does Nemuri feel about Hizashi and Aizawa’s relationship and then them adopting Shinso and Eri? I’d imagine Nemuri would be a great and fun pseudo aunt figure to both of them (Primarily Eri because Eri is Eri <3 and Shinso is Shinso </3)

How well known is Aizawa and Hizashi’s marriage. And how did class 1-A learn about Shinso’s situation?

Not to bring up Yuga Aoyama but to bring up Yuga Aoyama- if the Traitor Reveal happens the same way, with Aizawa and Hizashi both being parents, do they react the same way as in canon? Does this version of Hizashi direct his anger at the situation more towards Aoyama’s parents, for how he can’t imagine how they could be so selfish as to further put their son into that situation (let’s not forget that how Aoyama’s parents, primarily his mom, was pushing him to continue to follow AFO’s commands while Aoyama was breaking down crying. Prioritizing their own safety over their son’s wellbeing-)

Okay, so before I go into a rant about Aoyama’s parents, let’s refocus-

How does Shinso feel about Hizashi and Eri? When Eri first comes to the picture, does he have any sort of anxiety about being replaced?

In other versions of this AU, people typically romantically paired Shinso up with a loud, male blond student to parallel (fanon) Erasermic. Now, from what I remember that loud, male blond victim student tended to be Kaminari. But which poor blond soul does Shinso ends up crushing on in your version of this AU </3.

Okay, I’m done putting you through pain (for now). Have fun with this ask!

I knew it. You enjoy my suffering (눈_눈)

I imagine Hizashi would be the one holding Eri when she smiles, and he bursts into tears after seeing it. Internally, he thanks 1-A for bringing her happiness, and then buys them a massive cake to show his gratitude.

It would be the first time Aizawa would show a softer side to him, smiling himself when he sees Hizashi excitedly hugging Eri close.

With the Izuku vs Gentle Criminal & La Brava, I can see Hizashi freaking out, but also refusing to allow Aizawa to punish Izuku for taking down villains while he has a lisence, didn't injure himself, and kept Eri safe.

Whenever he's free, Hizashi would play boardgames with Eri, like Snakes 'n' Ladders or something. Or he would play dress-up or maybe a tea party. Anything to make her happy. Maybe he'd take her to the zoo on his free days, and she'd discover her favourite animal there.

Izuku and Togata would visit Eri any chance they got. If neither Aizawa or Mic are able to look after her, you bet they're gunning for the chance to babysit her. Izuku would take her home and Inko would adore her, while Togata would spend the night, maybe dragging his friends to help.

Hizashi would 100% form a closer bond with Izuku, (and Togata), talking to him a lot in and outside of U.A., mainly about Eri but it would develop into other subjects. If Hizashi has his radio in this AU, I could see him inviting him and Togata onto it at some point.

Nemuri would be concerned, at first. She's seen how Aizawa treats his students, and knows about their struggles in their marriages, so she's not sure if this is a great idea.

But then their marriage improves as a result of this, and she can see how Aizawa is improving with his treatment of kids, and Hizashi already had her trust. So, she unwaveringly joins in.

Shinsou's iffy about her at first, but her typically seductive attitude drops entirely around kids, and she's more soft around them.

Eri is shy around her, at first, as she is with every adult. She doesn't know if she can trust her, until time passes and Nemuri still hasn't done anything wrong to her or Shinsou.

Eventually, they both begin to trust her more, and come around to see her as an aunt-figure.

I can their marriage being kept a secret to all, apart from Nedzu and Nemuri, due to them believing it would be dangerous to become public knowledge, should a villain try to use the information or each other to get to them.

Then Shinsou would find out due to being adopted by them, and Izuku and Mina would put it together sooner rather than later.

After Eri's rescue, the rest of the staff would find out, as they're also unsure if it's wise for Aizawa to adopt a traumatised child.

1-A would find out about Shinsou by pure accident. Izuku and Mina, I imagine, would find out relatively quickly via the power of observation, but the rest would only find out after Mina accidentally asks Shinsou about it in front of everyone.

Should the traitor reveal happen in the same way, I imagine they'd react differently, now knowing how a parent should act compared to how the Aoyama's did.

Hizashi is fuming, ready to find any reason to arrest the Aoyama's and adopt Yuuga. If only Inko didn't get there first, lol. Aizawa would be mad too, but he'd also wonder if he would have cared had he not adopted Shinsou and Eri.

Shinsou would kind of feel jealous of Eri, and he'd hate himself for it because he knows how much she suffered, but he wouldn't be able to stop it. I think it would take others, like Hizashi or Izuku or even Shouto, to step in for him to finally accept Eri and the fact that he isn't being replaced.

He'd be closer to Aizawa than Hizashi, as he'd relate more to Aizawa and he's training him too, but he'd still like Hizashi and his style of parenting.

Uhhhh, I hate shipping Shinsou with anyone really, because they all deserve better. I especially hate him with any of the loud blondes, particularly Denki, who deserves the world.

If I absolutely had to... maybe... UGH! I DUNNO!

Someone who could stand up for themselves and not be afraid to call him out. I'd say Neitou, but I love him and he doesn't deserve Shinsou.

Uhhh...

Let's go with Bakugou. I hate them both. Bakugou wouldn't be afraid to stand up for himself or call Shinsou out for being a dick, and Shinsou would react in kind. And, let's day that Bakugou has an actually good redemption arc, they would be able to encourage each other to become better people.

Yeah, we'll go with BakuShin.

But, if I had a choice, I'd keep him single for life.