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𝟏 | 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐩

ー✧ prince!bakugou x royal guard!reader

"The prince meets you with a ferocity that probably stops people’s hearts and with his mother’s halo of silvery hair and decisive eyes, it’s lovely enough to stop yours too."

no cw big time fairytale castle, blunt bkg & silly co. reader's a lil stiff bc character arcs aren't built in a day, let the slowburn begin. i am not immune to aizawa in any universe. author does not attempt to hide how very badly she wants to ******* *** **** bkg's mama. 3.9k

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Waking up is so peaceful this morning. Gentle and warm.

"..…"

That sweet kind of rise between waking and dreaming, where you’re able to say goodbye to your dreams and the people in them with a tip of your hat and wave goodbye. Forgiving and patient.

“..Y/n…”

The queen was in your dreams tonight. And you were back in your hometown– you’re there now. The fields are golden and heavy before autumn harvest and your neighbors have no need for locks on their doors. She is beautiful today, and she is your sister, your mother, your Lady when you try to look past the sun’s rays to her face. Up, up, up into her eyes, why can’t you find what you’re looking for? Higher and higher until it’s the stars you’re on your knees for.

“Y/n.”

You jolt at the sudden sensation of falling with a quick and panicked grip on your pillow but you’re back in your room, stuffed mattress and all. Every part of your body is grounded to woolen blankets and the weight at your feet. Someone laughs at the foot of your bed when you sigh in relief and you jump again, because this time it’s the queen.

“I’m sorry to wake you.”

She smiles behind her hand. You’re staring. And then it’s been a second too long before you gather yourself like a member of the castle with some respect and make a move to stand for formal greetings. But you only get as far as sitting up when she stiffs her palm to your forehead.

“Stay.”

From your spot still tucked in bed you muster a, “Yes, Your Majesty.”

The queen’s hair is wild and silvery by the light of a candle she holds at her chest. The only light in the room. Heavy fur cape clasps fit neatly into the bodice of her nightgown– gown almost wasn’t the right word. You love her. There isn’t a citizen alive that doesn’t love her.

“I have a question for you, Y/n.”

“Anything, Majesty.”

What time is it? Your curtain is drawn, but still there doesn’t seem to be any morning light trying to peek through.

“My son’s been invited east to celebrate a new observatory.” The queen pulls a once-neatly-wrapped envelope from her pocket, “the end of some momentous constructional undertaking or another,” she laughs. She extends her hand to you and smiles at just how dumbstruck you still seem to be by candlelight.

“I’m sorry it’s so early.”

“Not at all.” You move too quickly and too slowly somehow– you curse yourself– while taking it from her, and feel like a silly child the way she has you perched against your pillows. In your nightclothes for gods’ sake,

“I just received word from a Takoba messenger. A letter from their queen.”

You nod to her. Turn the letter over in your hands until it falls open.

“He’s leaving today and I would very much like you to accompany him.”

Dumbstruck doesn’t describe how you look anymore, doesn’t do it justice. Your apartments on Castle Southside feel less like a single modest room and more like the very stables you live above, wholly unfit for royalty. She’s still smiling at you. You’re still goddamned tucked-in.

“Majesty, me?”

“If you wouldn’t mind.”

You jolt up again and catch yourself in a way that seems amusing to her, “Not at all Your Majesty! But wouldn’t– shouldn’t Master Jeanist go?”

“Jeanist stays with me.”

And you realize in horror– truly too many emotions at this point for one woman to manifest only minutes after waking up– that you implied the queen may have made a mistake.

“Don’t apologize,” she catches you before you can open your sleep-addled mouth again, “Captain of the Guard stays with me. But you’ve trained with Jeanist for years Y/n, you’re going to be my son’s Captain, I know you will.” She’s scooting closer to you and gods, she’s taking your hand, “Can I trust you with this mission?”

It feels fuzzy in the room when she uses your name.

“With anything.”

Queen Mitsuki handed over one more letter before leaving you to prepare for your morning shift. Just a thank you card, she’d said. For you to deliver to the eastern queen, the Queen of Takoba.

As long as it was her asking you’d be able to do anything, although she may have a touch too much confidence in your future. Captain of he Royal Guard? Spending the most time with Jeanist doesn’t mean you have a future as his successor, only the next monarch can decide that. Spending the most time with Jeanist only means that you don’t have any friends.

The click of your heels down the stone hallway line up with another’s as you round the corner to your station. A tree today.

Trees and wildlife grow freely in the Bakugous’ Aldera Castle and make the palace warm even in the dead of winter. Knobbly trunks and grasping vines twist in and out of windows, fruit rolls down the halls in fall. Squirrels and birds get in so regularly that members of the guard each have one shift a week exclusively for helping the creatures get back out.

Fresh air never feels far away. In the springtime you are all tasked with sweeping blossoms off the castle floors before they wither or trip a royal guest, and from the very second the first magnolia blooms in March you’re swimming in flowers til June.

Jeanist stands under the lichen of Castle Southside’s oak tree when you arrive, and the soldier he was speaking to has already strode away. Tall, black hair.

The oak tree is four stories tall to have an arm reaching this far inside and is older than any member of the castle is able to recall accurately. It is precious family. It reaches up and over the banister at the edge of the hallway and dips down into the library like a leafy chandelier, causing much headache in autumn when the tallest ladder ever made is procured for the poor novice whose job it is to clean the books underneath of it.

“Good morning, Y/n.”

“Sir.”

Jeanist only smiles under the high collar of his red uniform. You rarely get the chance to stand beside your mentor anymore, now that the prince is getting older and needs a senior guard on diplomatic errands. You love the way your uniforms look in a line together– feel next to each other. Yours are the only two of their kind and your mentor made these himself. Blood red gambeson and white bone pin clasps. You assume your position beside the tree and stare dead ahead, happy, if only for a second, if only on the inside, to belong once again to this group of two.

“Y/n?”

“Yes, sir?” You don’t break eye contact with the far wall. It’s still relatively dark on the fifth floor of Southside and so all you have to entertain yourself is a tapestry you’ve memorized every stitch of, until another soldier comes to relieve you.

“Did you speak with the Queen?”

“Yes, sir. Early this morning.”

“Earlier than dawn?” Jeanist chuckles and turns to gaze out the window through the ancient knots of the oak tree. The sun crests the mountains somewhere farther than you’ve ever traveled and spills into the folds of his uniform. It warms the back of your head. “What did you tell her?”

“That I would be honored to comply with Her Majesty's request.”

“And how do you feel?”

“Privileged, sir.”

“Y/n,”

Your eyes tug at your periphery, confused by the general chatiness of the old guard this morning.

“I’m proud of you.”

Your head turns fully at this, in surprise and without your permission, and you realize it hasn’t yet struck you to ask why he’s at your post in the first place.

“Master Jeanist?”

“Go on.” He’s looking at you too now, he’s been doing it the whole time, “They’ll leave without you at this rate.”

You stare for another two seconds at this strange mentor of yours. You try to keep your heart from spilling onto the floor is actually what you do; it’s all you can manage.

“Yes, sir.”

If anything you’ll be the first of the entire party to arrive in the Great Hall, but you still let Jeanist assume your position in front of the oak and even turn in surprise again when he rests a hand on your shoulder as you’re making to leave. He taps one of your small golden earrings with a gentle finger and with his other hand unclasps the dragontooth brooch from his breast.

“How long did you stare when the queen spoke with you this morning?”

Your ears go hot immediately under his knowing gaze, but he only smiles. He pulls your hand forward and rests the dragontooth in your palm with an amount of pressure that can only mean, be careful. And so you will, you determine, and turn to make your way to collect your things.

“Word of advice!”

In a neverending morning of spinning, you drag your foot and face him again. Jeanist is nearly laughing and trying very well to hide his worry, “If you stare at the prince the way you have the tendency to do, he might just take your head off.”

He doesn’t get to see you smile often, but it does feel fitting now for you to nod your goodbye to him with that sneaky grin of yours he loves so much.

“He might try, sir."

It didn’t take more than a few months in the castle, at six years old, for the prince to rectify his opinion of you. To clarify his disdain in the event that his mother’s favoritism towards the orphan gave anyone the wrong idea about his personal priorities. Though it hardly mattered. Hundreds of new faces fill the castle every year and he had forgotten yours just as quickly as you had been whisked into Jeanist’s care to begin your training and earn your keep.

Today your satchel is packed, your hair’s braided back, and the prince thinks no more or less of you than he always has. Indifference will make your job easy.

The whole sprawling maze of stone buildings warm in the morning sun as you make your way to Castle Northside, although autumn is close and soon heavy curtains will need to be draped over windows and trees. Soon too, it’ll be time to sweep fallen leaves out of the hallway and collect ripe peaches from the branches of the western stairwell. You’ll need to have your winter uniform cleaned when you return so the white fur of the collar glows, because when the queen happens to see you on duty she always remarks on how well you care for her colors.

Even your earrings– tiny suns, gold and dangling– represent your love for Aldera down to the smallest detail. They were a gift from her, and you swell when her eyes jump from one carefully polished detail on your body to the next. Jeanist always says that she’s the most meticulously crafted person he’s ever met. You know that’s why he loves her. Each giant winter cape in her collection drops her into the background of some priceless painting or ethereal scene and for this reason alone, winter is your favorite season.

Sometimes in the cold weather, when she sneaks to the kitchen in the middle of the night, Her Majesty wears heavy battle gauntlets to stay warm and looks altogether too silly and beautiful in delicate furs and armored gloves. If you’re on duty overnight, she’ll bring you a warm loaf of bread and whisper something to the tune of, “I’ll call another guard to your post, I don’t like you staying up so late.” Or “Hide under my cape and I’ll sneak you to bed.”

It is just at this moment of routine admiration that, out of an auxiliary hallway to the kitchen, pops a tall boy you’ve never seen before wearing white soldier’s greaves. On top he’s in a worn undershirt like you’ve just walked in on his getting changed– well– he just walked in on you– while getting changed– more importantly, he knows your name and he calls to you as he approaches.

“Yes soldier?”

His limbs are knobbly and his mouth hitches uncomfortably upwards when he finally gets close enough to you to speak, “Hanta actually, Sero Hanta.”

Tall and disrespectful.

“What is it, soldier?”

“Master Jeanist sent me to get your halberd from the smithy but when I came back you–”

“I don’t keep my halberd in the smithy.”

He shifts his weight between two legs too long for his greaves like he has somewhere else to be, “Well whoever’s it is, Kirishima has it now and we’ve all been searching Southside like madmen trying to find–”

“Who–” You shake your head and turn to face him fully now, “Stop, why does Master–”

“Sero! Oh my everloving gods you found her!” Another boy, quite blond, scrambles out of a different hallway– oh, he’s tripping on the decorative runner– out of breath to the soldier’s side. “Kirishima–”

“You found her!” Yet another voice shrills over the banister of the hallway above. This one belongs to a lithe pink girl and she hops the last five stairs to land at your side, “Don’t you look nice today Miss Guard.”

“Excuse me?”

She’s already moved on, “Where’s Kirishima?”

You have half a mind to take the closest person by the arm and hold them for questioning. How have they gotten so far into the center of the castle unaccompanied? Who do they belong to?

“Identify yourselves.”

“No time for that,” Soldier Sero snaps and links a hand under each of his companions’ arms, “We’ll parse out introductions once we’re not all about to be hanged.” Without direction or permission, the three of them are down the last stretch of hallway quicker than north wind through bare branches and great iron doors scream open.

You’ve walked the Hall ten thousand times and so the gold trim and the two-story fireplace and the relentless smell of pine and the rows of mismatched wooden tables long enough to seat an extended family of dragons, only bring tears to your eyes sometimes. The floor is cobbled with river stones that catch fruit and nuts in their grooves but glow purple and red like hot glass when the sun comes in through the windows. It gets hotter than a roosted hen when it’s full of staff at mealtimes so you take your dinner elsewhere when it’s time to retire.

It’s too cramped. You’ve never managed large crowds in tight spaces very well, so times like these are precious, when it’s empty before breakfast and still clean from the night's housekeeping. Except it’s not empty now, is it? There are three fools and two brand new strangers loitering in front of the fireplace at the other end of the room, just waiting for you to call for reinforcements. Sero begins to take off his pants–

“Soldier!” You shout down the Hall almost as quickly as you cross it.

“Good morning,” An altogether new voice pools between your exclamations.

Of the five people in the empty room, two of them obviously belong someplace very far away. Somewhere unkind. Blue tunics and windswept hair. You slow your warpath and try to take in the details of the two new men that your three fugitives have approached without an ounce of concern or respect for personal space.

The younger of the pair tries to repel hair ruffles and claps on the shoulder from the three trespassers while the taller man, worn and travel-sallow, peers over the bustle to you.

His eye contact doesn't match the way he holds his exhausted body. It is this one part of him that threatens, surely only in your own tired mind, sudden and practiced violence. You move closer.

“I am Master Aizawa."

When he blinks the threat vanishes and you buckle a bit in the whiplash from danger to gentle authority. You are unarmed for a second– feeling suddenly like a school girl again being pitied by her teacher in a classroom full of people who he knows haven't quite figured out how to talk to the child soldier.

"Your party will be under my protection and instruction beginning today.”

Disarming eye contact aside, Master Aizawa, this fourth stranger of the morning, looks as if he could barely be trusted to remain upright on a sunny day, let alone manage other people.

“This young man is Hitoshi Shinsou,” he tips his chin to the boy trying to stand tall beside him, still speaking only to you over the chittering crowd, “My apprentice and your second in command.”

Windswept, violent, exhausted, trespassers, guests, useful, useless– these people do not matter. You’re supposed to be waiting for the prince and his convoy not chasing strangers in circles around the castle, when quite the terrible thought slips into center focus.

In your rush this morning it hadn’t even presented itself as an option, that this group of people might share your objective. The iron doors grunt open again in your confusion but louder than the doors are the people walking through them.

“Oh amazing, you found her!”

“I could hear you horrible fucks all the way from the courtyard.”

Your blood doesn’t rush properly for a second most likely because your heart has stopped pumping it out. It’s the prince. You square your body to the back wall immediately and bow with fists at your side. Trying to bury the incorrigible urge to stare.

Even from half a Hall away you feel the tremendous confidence that swells to every corner of a room when he enters. He’s in an open-chested vest lined with furs and you know the clasps at his neck are solid gold because the queen wouldn’t settle for less. The red cape they grip sweeps in an arc as he navigates tables, and walking duly tall beside him is the prince's Champion, Kirishima, who holds a polearm in one hand while waving to the group with the other.

The two familiar faces put you at a strange kind of ease. Kirishima is a relatively new addition to the castle but always seems to have a smile for you in passing, and the prince– the prince has gotten taller since– well, actually– you realize it’s been years since you’ve stood near him properly. Unless it’s the queen (and even then you really should), all castle staff bow their heads when a royal walks past. You’re fairly familiar with the details of his boots but not much else.

“Good morning, Highness,” Master Aizawa is the first to reply and his voice simmers just above a growl. You raise your head so that you’re standing tall when the prince finishes his march to the group but you’re too practiced in looking away to keep your eyes up when he trudges past.

“Long time no see old man.”

“Ready?”

“Let’s get this over with.” The prince doesn’t offer you a glance, not even a blink, before he’s tossing a rucksack from the man’s outstretched arm over his shoulder.

Soldier Sero calls after him, “You clean up nice,” and lifts his arm to give the prince a playful swat, but you’re already holding his wrist behind his back and he’s standing on tall tippy toes to keep the pressure in his knobby elbow from breaking it. You have a nasty habit. It’s full of panic. The queen always laughs when you’re too quick to confront so you haven’t tried to stop. It saved her life once. The prince squares himself to the yelping and now he’s looking at you.

“S-sorry Y/n! Friendly fire.”

You drop Sero’s arm and try to speak– it's your only chance for appropriate introduction– but the prince meets you with a ferocity that probably stops people’s hearts and with his mother’s halo of silvery hair and decisive eyes, it’s lovely enough to stop yours too. His red gaze is quick and flickering. Like he hopes to avoid looking at you altogether. You try to speak even less successfully than the last time, to wet your lips, try to make a sound, but he’s already rolling his eyes and ushering the two blue guards towards the door.

“I don’t need a fuckin’ babysitter. The rest of you, hurry up.”

They do. The prince, two escorts, and three unnamed guests, are back out the iron doors without so much as a greeting, explanation, or itinerary. You stand next to the cold fireplace, still half bowed in greeting.

As the Great Hall stills, empty now except for Kirishima, the redhead sidles a bit closer in the quiet. He watches you excitedly, as you exhale and adjust the travel bag at your hip, eager to present you with the weapon he’s been carrying.

“Good mornin’ Y/n. I think this is from Jeanist,” he chirps with a smile and precisely no clue just what exactly it is he’s handing to you. He’s straightforward and confident and warm.

It’s been a long time since a day so new has been so active. Since dawn, nothing but one heart palpitation after the next. One pair of red eyes to the next. The prince’s red burns your vision like a sunspot, Aizawa's turn grapes to wine, but Kirishima’s feels patient. You’re slow to remove your gloves before handling the weapon and take it from the Champion who vibrates in the new quiet. He is not particularly good at standing still.

Shifting up and down in your hands is a halberd. Its balance is unfamiliar and it’s not the cherrywood weapon you’re familiar with, the one that’s hopefully still hanging up in its slot in the Keep. This weapon is a deep blood red from shaft to socket. You nod your head without taking your eyes off the shimmer of the metal polished so fine it's turned white, and you’re sure there are tears in your eyes.

Kirishima is still smiling as you fiddle with the rivets, “You have lovely taste, it’s beautiful.”

“It’s not mine,” you whisper, because it’s Master Jeanist’s.

Outside of the castle gates, a particularly dazzling blue carriage is waiting, pulled by a team of white horses. You squint at the three fools wrestling with each other next to a quilted door of the most delicate vehicle you’ve ever seen in your life. Like something out of a storybook, like something built by fairies. The prince tiffs with a less-than-interested Master Aizawa in the grass a ways off and taps his foot angrily just like his mother.

“Are you the Aldera escort?” Shinsou, the spitting image of apathy, appears between you and Kirishima as you trek the stone path to join the party. He hands you each a sizable knapsack.

You nod, “Y/n, apprentice to Captain Jeanist.”

“The one and only?”

“Captain?”

“No, the only apprentice,” Shinsou corrects and smiling eyes betray his disinterest, “I’ve heard stories. It’s nice to meet you, Y/n.”

“Likewise,” you murmur as he leaves you with a bag in both hands, and strides back to the crowd to help load luggage. The Champion is long gone and mingling with friends too and so you’re alone again, left to fiddle at a distance with your halberd and the leather sling used to carry it on your back.

When you gaze back over the group from afar, it does seem that everyone but you already quite likes one another, and it probably feels that way because it’s true. They know each other somehow and you are the only stranger.

Next to the stack of luggage, you watch Sero open the door for his two friends and then watch them all curtsy dramatically before trying to beat each other inside. Shinsou catches the blond when he trips backwards on the single carriage step, Sero is finally wearing pants that fit him, black and pleated, and the prince is now stamping his foot on the ground in conversation with the most unfazed man you’ve ever met. Master Aizawa, you suppose, from Takoba.

Behind you the warm castle whistles with wind and morning activity. Your home. In front of you the pink-haired girl blows kisses to imaginary admirers and Kirishima hoists the prince into the carriage by force. It hasn’t been more than an hour and you are already sure this group of people will try their absolute hardest to get you all killed.

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help-i-need-a-cool-username · 20 days

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Thinking bout this last entry . Still making my way through the anime so i have no idea who would be Koda, but ive seen someone named Eri fill the child spots in aus before so i'll use her for now

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Izuku: But he's a bear.

Aizawa: Yeah?

Izuku: You know, a bear? Grr?

Aizawa: I know what a bear is. I suggest you go look in the woods.

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Mina & Kaminari: *SCREAMING*

Kaminari: Whoa! Look out! She's after us!

Mina: Oh, jeez.

Kaminari: You gotta help us!

Mina: You gotta hide us!

Kaminari: Oh, jeez. Too late. Here she comes!

Jirou: *SNIFFING* *SNORTING*

Mina: I told you that was no moosette.

Kaminari: Well, she looked like one from behind.

Katsuki: What's gotten into you two?

Kaminari: Well, it's that time of year, eh.

Mina: Spring fever.

Katsuki: Spring what?

Mina: Yeah, you know, like the birds.

Kaminari: Yeah, and the bees. And the moosettes. If you know what we mean by moosettes.

Katsuki: Yeah, well, don't look now, but your girlfriend's back.

Jirou: *RAMPAGING towards them*

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Eri: We don't need anybody else.

Sero: You can't run from love. It has a way of tracking you down.

...

Katsuki: Wait a minute. You can talk. I mean, you can understand me?

Izuku: Yeah. The spirits did it so when I found you, I could talk to you.

Katsuki: Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute. You... You've been looking for me? Why?

Izuku: Well, this is why.

Katsuki: You've kept this? After all these years.

Izuku: The great spirits told our shaman that this amulet bonds us as one.

Katsuki: Really?

Izuku: So now you and I have to go to Hokani Falls-

Katsuki: Together? Like when we were kids?

Izuku: -and burn it.

Katsuki: And burn it! Burn it? What?

Izuku: It's no big deal. It's only a little trinket.

Katsuki: Little trinket?!

Izuku: Uh, well, what I mean is, we were just silly kids. They won't let me get married until it's destroyed.

Katsuki: Hmm. Let me think about this. Sorry, can't help you.

Izuku: What? Kacchan!

Katsuki: So, have fun burning the silly little trinket on your own.

...

Eri: So you're Deku. Katsuki was just dreaming about you.

Katauki: I was not.

Eri: Were too. You should have heard him: "Deku, Deku."

...

Izuku: Oh, what am I gonna do now? If I can't burn the amulet, I'll never be able to marry Shoto. *sniffs*

Katsuki: *realizes Izuku really likes this guy* *is sad*

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Izuku: My dad is up there somewhere.

Eri: My mom, too. Do you miss yours?

Izuku: Yes. But you don't need to wait for the lights to find her, Eri. She's always with you. In here. Once you love someone, they stay in your heart forever.

Katsuki: *is sad*

...

Eri: Katsuki, did you give Deku the amulet because you loved him?

Katsuki: *SIGH* It was a long time ago.

Eri: But he's still with you in here. I can tell.

Katsuki: Ah, Eri, it doesn't matter.

Eri: Well, if you do love him, shouldn't you tell him?

Katsuki: It's a little more complicated than that. Anyway, it's over.

...

Inko: Is there something wrong?

Izuku: Mom, I'm so confused. I thought that when I burned the amulet, the bond would be broken, but in my heart, I... I'm sorry, Mom. I can't marry Shoto.

...

Izuku: Kacchan! No, don't!

Shoto: *pushes Katsuki off a cliff*

Izuku: Kacchan! How could you? *pushes Shoto away*

Shoto: What?

Izuku: He was my friend!

...

Katsuki: *MOANS*

Izuku: Kacchan?

Katsuki: *bear noises*

Izuku: I can't... I don't understand. I'm sorry.

Katsuki: *takes Izuku's hand, places it over his heart*

Izuku: I love you, too.

...

Eri: I asked the spirits to turn you back into a man.

Katsuki: What?

Eri: So you could be with Deku.

Katsuki: No, Eri.

Eri: It's okay. I just want you to be happy again.

Katsuki: Deku, I can't.

Izuku: But I can.

...

Katsuki: Deku?

Izuku, now transformed: How do I look?

Katsuki: Like a bear... except they gave you antlers.

Izuku: What?!

Katsuki: Kidding!

Izuku: *laughs*

...

WEDDING SCENE 🎉🎉🎉

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#hinacu mha #mha #bnha #bakudeku #brother bear 2 au #bet you werent expecting to see that today #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki

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thelittlebroccoli · 1 year

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Little Celeb!AU for BNHA

All of Class1A, along with 1B and others (Shiketsu, etc.) are this new era of actors and big celebrities.

So we have Izuku being a fuckin nerd like he always is, and we have Todoroki, Bakugo, most of the others being sexy mofos getting action movie gigs, big tours. Here’s what I think some of them would become in their celebrity businesses.

Izuku Midoriya is the really cool actor that can fit into a lot of roles. He loves History and published a book about studying under Yagi. He has a very quirky social media presence and is the head of the 1A Finstagram and all their social events are planned by him.

Katsuki Bakugo is just a sex icon, and he fucking knows it. He’s a big face in the Action movie industry and on the weekend posts his gym picks on Finstagram. Only his close friends know he wears glasses and is a huge book nerd, introduced to fantasy by none other than Izuku.

Shoto Todoroki is the wild card of the ‘new era’ actors, or that’s what the people call the young actors that all famously studied together under the famous Yagi ‘All Might’ Toshinori. Shoto will one week show up in a sitcom as a special guest and the next week will be the sexy bad guy in a James Bond movie. He also posts sickeningly sweet things about his fiancé Izuku.

Denki Kaminari is a comedian and an actor. Think Kevin Hart kinda. He is the funky guest that does stand up on the late night talk shows and is a huge face in social media. He appears as the funny guy, but has a Bachelors of Engineering under his belt and a butt ton of money.

Tsuyu Asui went ahead and immediately became a talk show host. With all her friends becoming big in the acting and music industry, she decides to help with their PR, along with getting more connections in the industry.

Eijiro Kirishima is the human version of a Golden Retriever. He is huge in the voice acting community, is in multiple different superhero movies *cough* totally in crimson riot sequel *cough* and all the girls and guys are jealous of him behind married to Bakugo.

#bnha #drabble #just bear with me #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijiro #celebrity AU #alternate universe #my hero acedamia #tsuyu asui #todoroki shouto #class 1A #all might #there will be a part 2 #tododeku #kiribaku

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yanderenightmare · 3 months

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TW: nsfw, dubcon, hybrid au, size difference

fem reader

Thinking up so many tasty tidbits about hybrid au…

Being a normal human girl mating a beast and constantly needing to plant your hands at your hips and give him a firm “no” as though speaking down to an actual dog – and how fucking odd it is to him that you express free will as though you shouldn’t naturally submit to him like a normal female would when approached by a male – bearing your wet pussy for him and just begging him to breed you full...

It’s only natural for your beast boyfriend to mount you without asking – like you’re only two animals mating out in the wild. So you can imagine the dumbfounded look slapped on his face when you refuse – saying you’re busy with your hand placed on his chest, giving him a push that doesn't make him budge but manages to make his tail droop until it’s sweeping the floor.

It’s so unnatural to him. You’re a female, and he’s a bull. You should be bending over the second you see him, not ignore him – and definitely not reject him.

Like... he expects you to roll over and let him make you his bitch, but instead, you’re walking circles around him while laying down something you call “ground rules.” Telling him he has to stop biting your neck unless he wants to wear a muscle – that he has to shower at least once every other day or else you won’t touch him – and that he has to stop scenting you with that heady musk that smells of sweaty ballsack and dickcheese oryou’re not letting him touch you at all.

It all makes him pout with a gruff – almost growling at you, thinking a weakling like you should have no say over an alpha like him. And yet he’s on his knees for a taste of your pussy at the end of every day despite it – acting as though he cannot rest without it, as though he would starve to death.

In the end, he does everything you ask – just like a tamed pet. It’s cute.

He was so, so very skeptical when you’d convinced him to allow you to be on top for once. He was so rigid, lying there, belly-up – watching your every move with a predator’s glare as though he planned to pounce on you at any given moment – looking a mix of confused and aroused when you rolled your hips and rode him – hissing and grumbling beneath his breath as though he didn’t exactly know what to do with himself except lie there and take it.

But although you’re able to convince him of most things, there are still those instincts you’ll never win against…

The way he just huffs and ignores you when you tell him to pull out instead of flooding your womb with cum – kneading his cock into your deepest parts while pinning you flat in a mating press that has your feet going behind your head.

Not to mention that time you tried making him wear a condom – to which he only snorted as if it were some bad joke he didn’t find funny – rearing your cunt with his raw cock leaking pre, telling you to stop fooling around and start begging to be bred full of his pups like a good bitch.

BNHA – Bakugou, Kirishima, Hawks

JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, Toji,

DS – Sanemi, Akaza, Inosuke, Genya

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yancore #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #jjk smut #bnha smut #yandere bnha #mha smut #my hero smut

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andypantsx3 · 1 month

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hii do u have any fic recs for mha? preferably series i cant find many 😭😭

Yes! I haven't read anything long as of late so these are repeats of what's already in my bnha fic recs tag, but here are some of the ones I've returned to recently!!

Obviously I have to shill @/ofmermaids' surrender (whenever you're ready). It is a pro hero Bakugou x florist Reader fic and I love it so much I own a physical copy :3

Another old fave is @/restwellsoon's Sugar Scorched, which is a chef Bakugou x Reader AU and sooo chalk full of delicious food and delicious drama :3

For Shouto x Reader, I really love @/bluebird-in-the-breeze's i'll find my way (back to you). It's another super tasty restaurant AU, with pro hero Shouto x professional chef Reader!

I also love @/saltedpeppermintmocha's how sweet it is (to be loved by you), which is a baker Reader x pro hero Shouto fic (are you sensing a theme in the things I come back to lmao).

If you are looking for something dark & psychological I recommend @/yinyuedijun's higher than the mountain deeper than the sea; it's such a good Dabi x Reader x Shouto fic (mind the tags!!)

Recently I've also been enjoying the beginning of @/confused-red-head's these curses we bear; which is a pro hero Shouto x psychic detective Reader series!!

There's about a million more, but hopefully these should get you started!! Please definitely check out my fic recs tag linked above, there are some very accomplished authors I am leaving off for the sake of brevity, but their fics belong on this list too. Happy reading; I hope you enjoy!!!

#ask andie

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poison--ivory · 1 year

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Bnha College hc’s

-I’m in the writing mood again and I don’t feel like shit when I do now. Lets gooo-

Pairings: Shinsou/reader, Bakugou/reader, Kirishima/reader, Sero/Reader

Warnings: minors pls DNI, sex, pda, semi public sex, fem. reader, my spanish is awful bear with me

Disclaimer: College Au! No quirks exist.

Shinsou, Hitoshi

Loves teasing you

You guys would be at his shared dorm and he’ll have his hand in your underwear messing with your clit while Kaminari’s in the kitchen with Sero and Kiri. Circling your bud with his middle finger before plunging his digit into your cavern

Adding more with time, he’ll stretching your hole and flick your button ‘til your squirting on his fingers, whining for him to take them out

Denki has walked in on you guys a few times, not gonna lie he came out a little traumatized walking in on Hitoshi and you in the Helicopter position

Surprisingly he doesn’t have an intense libido. Its pretty average compared to most guys

But, he gets turned on by small things like you laying on your stomach reading. He likes how plush your ass and thighs are

Fucks the shit out of you against the shower wall when you come over because there’s no way he going to have sex with you in his rickety bed

Eating you out and fingering you slowly in the back of his car as foreplay, makes you bounce reverse cowgirl to see your ass jiggle before pile driving his cock into you pussy

Getting on your knees and sucking his cock after lecture hall. Chocking and sputtering on his dick. His thick hand laying on to of your head keeping you in place. Stroking your face, brushing tears from your eyes before blowing his load down your throat

“Does kitty, need more milk?”

Bakugou, Katsuki

A rough motherfucker

Shares a dorm with Kiri. Their dorm is the unluck few who have to share a sleeping area. So having sex had to be stealthy considering he has the bottom bunk

He can usually wait until Kiri spends the night somewhere else, but he doesn’t go out often. So Katsuki’s slick with his actions like fucking you from behind in the kitchen while his friends are playing smash in the next room. Getting deep inside you and filling both your holes and then after eating spicy noodles like nothing happened

Thrusting his cock between your pussy lips, trying his best to go as soft and slow to not make the beds rock, yet he loses it when he’s inside of your cunt

His cock drags along your walls, getting faster and harsher with each thrust. Pushing your legs backward until your knees reach your ears and drills his dick into your sensitive little cunny and cream pies you each time

Angry sex happens a fuck ton. If anyone knew Katsuki they would know how angry he can get, one minute he’s pissed and the next he’s back to being his grumpy self. His friends just don’t know he fucks you to calm down

A lot of after class sex. Doesn’t matter where, the bathrooms, back of his car, or the stairway he’s down for it

His libido is pretty high after you guys first started having sex

Has a butt load of pics of you in short skirts, lingerie, and swimsuits stored in his phone

“You love it when I fucking fill you. Don’t ya, princess.”

Kirishima, Eijirou

Big cuddler

Instead of having sex at his dorm he’ll take you out to a love hotel(cheap, bc college hurts your wallet) on the weekends

Eating you out ‘til his face is slick with your juices, your legs trembles and you trying you darndest getting him away from pussy after your fifth orgasm

Eijirou spends most of his time pleasing you from fingering to toys being inserted inside you or rubbed against nipples

All this prep work comes in handy since your boyfriend sports a ‘hanger’. You’re kind of glad he does all this prep work so his cock doesn’t tear you apart

When he’s inside there’s no turning back until he’s cummed at least twice. He also wears condoms so you don’t have to deal with his loads after sex. After care is great too. He takes his time cleaning you off, making sure to not rub too hard and wiping off all of your love juices

A moderate libido, he can go without sex, but he hates going weeks without it

Giving him handies in the shower, stroking his dick and whispering sweet nothings from behind him until he explodes all over the shower glass

Bouncing on his cock while he grabs a handful of your ass cheeks before slamming you down to the hilt of his cock so he can bottom out your cunt

“God, baby! I think I’m gonna cum again!”

Sero, Hanta

Freaky bastard

He has a folders of porn videos of you both having sex in public, in his car, on his roommates bed, and in class

You both go to different universities so late night video chats are expected and so is the late night mutual masturbation calls

When you meet up during the weekend he’ll take you out for the day. Throughout your date he gets handsy groping your chest and ass (if you’re wear skirts that a plus, easy access)

Fingering your sensitive pussy on the train, he makes you face the wall while pressing his dick imprint on your hand. You guys get a few stares from old men and the occasional business person

At his dorm he’ll have you bouncing on his cock and making you translate certain Japanese sentences into Spanish. If you fail he stops all your movement for a full minute, he loves watching you squirm

You swear his sex drive recharges instantly after seeing you cum

Blows loads after loads on your body, he won’t admit it but he likes to witness you covered in his spunk

Got caught by Kaminari fucking you in his car after a party, you didn’t get to finish that night but you did get to watch Hanta chase Denki down the street

“Mi Cielo ama mi polla~.”

If you made it this far thank you for reading. I wanna get back into the space of writing again I’ve been working on a fantasy Bnha book on ao3

#bnha headcannons #bnha #my hero academia #mha smut #shinsou hitoshi x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #kirishima x reader #sero x reader

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bkgrl · 2 months

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Lucky little witch.

Dragonhybrid!Bakugou x Witch!reader

• Summary: As you, the little witch that lived down the mountains of a territorial dragon, one day decided to enter the woods of said dragon alone, and during springtime, Katsuki Bakugou can only take it as an invitation to take you to his dean to help him during the pain that will be his upcoming rut...

•Fantasy au / Setting.

•Aged-up characters ( bk 19 you 18)

•Tw: none for this part [ little suggestive at the end ] but possible angst, smut, and other triggers like blood, etc in the upcoming parts. There will always be warnings at the beginning of every one so don't worry :)

•Part 1.

Just my luck! You thought as you tried to find a way out of this maze of a forest. At first, it looked like something straight out of a fairytale with big oak trees, and beautiful, colorful groves of flowers, filled with the sound of nature rustling leaves, water running, the plip plop of little droplets, the chirping of birds. However, as you made your way to the heart of it you could feel, or rather sense, the magic of someone or something that roamed this woods, and the best thing is; it was fire energy, making it a hundred times more dangerous for you, being an earth witch and all...

But it was okay, your magic gave you an advantage here! Or so you thought... It was as if the trails changed every time!

Plus it was going to be dark real soon...

"Just my luck ! " you said out loud in a long exasperated sigh that echoed throughout the woods and bounced on the trunks of the not-so-enchanting trees anymore. After all, their foliage seemed so dense that you couldn't fly past them even if you wanted to, plus the ritual needed for that was too long and difficult for you to make in the middle of nowhere and at the mercy of whatever beast that roamed these mountains and from the sound that you heard earlier, the ones that made you do a run-for-it to exit this woods as soon as possible and preferably before dusk, surely didn't belong to any kind of bear or mountain lion but to other kinds of beasts; mythic ones such as chimeras and dragons. Yes, you truly had no luck or the worst one in this world...

Having to run away from fire-breathing monsters while you only were on an errand to retrieve some plants that you were short on, and since you were too lazy to go to the city to buy some, you decided to directly go fetch them at the source. What a wonderful idea!

Now you'd tell me: but isn't having to climb a mountain and search for them in an endless forest more tiring, than just going to the city? Yes, it would be better if it wasn't one week of travel on horseback from your home, and for the fact that you weren't even sure they would have some of them as they were not common, and since you wanted to spare your rear the utter torture that was traveling on a horse's back for days you climbed the nearest mountain and gave that suffering to your feet that now were sore from all this walking.

So here you are by a lake considering the possibility of staying the night. After all, you were a witch so lighting a fire and building a shelter wasn't that difficult with the right spells... As you're torn apart between your laziness and your survival instinct- that was begging you to run as fast as possible from this place and away from this bone-chilling roar that you heard earlier- you don't notice said beast behind the trees watching your every move and wondering if he should pounce on you and shred you to pieces or find a better way of using you and that pretty body of yours...

#bnha #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #dragon bakugou #witch reader #bnha x reader #mha imagines #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katuski #katsuki bakugou x reader #x reader #x you

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avocadofics · 1 year

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Bakugou x American!reader

Soulmate au fist words said on you writs.

CW: Bakugou swearing

You had had it translated.

You know how to say the words. But damn you soulmate spoke Japanese to you as their first words to you. It translated to someone like

“Damn fucking idiot ”

Wich did not add any confidence in your soulmate and your guys first meeting.

The first words spoken to you would be in another language you barley understand. While you had no clue if they spoke any English at all. It’s annoyed you why did this have to be so complicated. Most of you friends at least had easier time finding their soulmates or at least having a better chance.

You stood watching the freshman panicking as they try to get there bag from bag return and watch the chaperoning teacher pluck a bag up and hand it over to one. I ran a hand over your face with a sigh as you felt a headache coming on after your longs flight. You were ready for a long nice sleep. Although it was only about 5 pm wich meant travel to the beds.

Your school was here on a “hero” based trip. So you guys got to go to big named hero schools here in Japan. Some of the other students were aiming to be hero’s but you mostly planned to go into support. Not the engineering side of it no being “they guy in the chair” basically. Kept you out of the field but still doing good.

You’ve met serval American heroes and their support crew. People would be surprised by how much paper work heroes have and that after their crew did most of it. While it is a lot of paper work it’s also keeping a Birds Eye on the field and making sure information is kept straight while hero’s are in the middle of battle. So many people have been brought to justice just because the hero’s team was listening in the background.

So there you were standing in a dorm room the you surprising got to yourself. You flop onto the bed set an alarm so you don’t have anyone barging in to get you to the next activity and take a short nap.

You wake up to you alarm annoyed you weren’t aloud more sleep but it’s fine. You freshen up and go to the common room of the guest dorm building.

Mouse-bear-cat thing was sitting in the shoulder of a tired looking man with black hair and a grey scarf.

The creature spoke up “ hello students. Nice to have you here in Campus for the next two weeks. You will be split up into smaller groups and you will spend your time with the he equivalent students from our chorses”

You were plopped with the support corse students. It was honestly super nice. While you weren’t focused on support items your group did spend several days working on items.

Today was one of those days. You ended getting grease all over your outfit. You waked over to the sink and started scrubbing. Several hero corse students can in to work on their costumes so you decided to mostly stay out of the way seeing as you only understood your friends.

You grabbed some paper towels and took a step back accidentally bumping into somone who reacted by knowcking my over with there body.

I heard yelling and look up to see a blonde UA students with bright read eyes yelling at you.

You stand back up and turn to look at the Japanese student.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going” one the words came out of your mouth the loud blonde guy paused.

“No, your American?” He said in English. You nodded in slight confusion. As this students stood infront of you looking like he was not assumed. You were thinking till you realized while he was yelling he said what was in your wrist. Just because it was in another language doesn’t mean I did not learn it to each and every little sound.

“Uh, hi it’s nice to meet you.” You give a smile and offer your hand out to shake. He scoffs, he looked like he might say something when one of his friends spoke. He responded in loud tones. They went back and forth the boy infornt of you wad getting more anoyed as the conversation went on. You made eye content with your friend who give you a look of question. so you life you wrist to show if the characters then pointed at the boy infront of you. They roll their eyes and turn back to their work. The blonde boy finally tunes back to you.

“How long are you here in Japan”

“Uh I gues a little over a week.”

“Here my number of I don’t make a little effort the people I call friends will murder me. “ he rolled his eyes as he said this. You exchange numbers and that is how you met Bakugou katsuki

A/n first fanfiction I’ve actually uploaded I’m defiantly terrified about actually doing this but it’s okay. I had an idea and the beginning started off good but I think it dwindle towards the end

#Bakugou #Bakugou x reader #mha x reader #m4a #fanfiction #x reader #writing #bnha x reader #my hero academia x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #Bakugou katsuki #new writer #x American reader #x English reader #Bakugou x American reader #soulmate au

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pinkykats-place · 1 year

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BakuDeku soulmate au

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked are mine.

Some contain mature content. ✅ tags.

Art work by @cats0p & @shobibizu

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

Imperfect by qween_bee

Summary: Babies are born with a soul mark on the back of their neck, similar to a tattoo. The soul mark is generally referred to simply as a person’s mark, and each person’s mark is unique. When a person falls in love, the soul mark of whoever they’ve fallen in love with will appear somewhere on their body. Some people literally wear their heart all over their sleeve… some people get real tattoos to cover the marks of lost lovers. Most people bear the marks of their parents, and vice versa.

Izuku got Katsuki’s soul mark when he was four. Katsuki didn’t get Izuku’s mark until they were in high school, and it threw a wrench into the delicate relationship they’d formed as rivals.

Complete | 11 Chapters

Rated - Mature

Twin Stars by theperksofbeinglarissa

Summary: When Deku saves a woman's life, her quirk is accidentally activated. Her quirk? She reveals a person's soulmate. A star-shaped mark appears on Midoriya's left arm... and on Bakugou's as well. Kirishima is the only one who knows that Bakugou is Midoriya's soulmate, and Bakugou isn't taking the news very well.

Can the twin stars of class 1-A work out their differences and find their happy ending?

Complete | 5 Chapters

Rated - Teen & Up

Under the Skin by spicymacaron

Summary: Izuku was born with the first words his soulmate would ever say to him tattooed on his wrist. Whoever his match is, they apparently think he’s a “shitty nerd”. Some people never meet their soulmate. Izuku begins to think that’s okay. Until he does.

One Shot | No Quirks AU

Rated - Teen & Up

Eternal Comfort by Bakanohero

Summary: Comfort is a feeling so often taken for granted.

Katsuki knows this all too well and has learned to cherish the moments that used to feel so far away.

One Shot | Married AU

Rated - Teen & Up

Shielding Your Heart by ReadingToMusic

Summary: When Katsuki's soulmate, Izuku, is declared legally dead, he's furious. Not because he's angry his nerd went and died, but because his soulmark, the thing tying them together at the most intimate level possible, still has colour in it.

If Izuku was dead, the colour would be gone. Everyone knows that, but no one cares, so Katsuki's going to find his nerd his damn self if he has to. Unfortunately, there's an idiot extra with shitty hair that won't stop touching him, but at least Racoon Eyes has his back.

Ultimately, it takes a manchild wearing a dead hand on his face for Katsuki to make progress in finding Izuku, but hey, nothing worth having comes easy, right?

Only rated Mature for gratuitous Bakugou swearing and mild sexual references!

Complete | 2 CH | Quirkless Midoriya

Rated - Mature

Colors and Shapes by MochiUs

Summary: A story told through soul marks.

One Shot | Quirkless Midoriya

Rated - Teen & Up

Carmine Red by Cadameo

Summary: Izuku loves several different things in his life but if he has to choose a favourite one, it would probably be the ability to see colour in Katsuki's eyes. Which he has been able to since they were four years old.

Lately, though, it seems Izuku's unwavering belief in happily ever afters and on the bond he shares with him is starting to crack. What he sees through those cracks is grey and lifeless and he wonders if he will ever be happy living life without Katsuki in it.

Katsuki and Izuku are soulmates. Katsuki rejected him years ago... or so Izuku thinks.

{One Shot}

Rated - General Audiences

We Burn, We Glow by s_the_queen

Summary: Izuku is turning 18, which means his soul mark will be appearing. He's pretty sure it's not Katsuki. He's pretty wrong.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Fire, Blood, and Snow by @amarisllis

Summary: Katsuki opens his mouth to bark out a question, to ask him what the fuck he’s doing here and why he isn’t inside getting warm like the rest of the sane population of their village, when Deku’s lashes flutter as he steps closer, a groan falling from his mouth. Katsuki freezes, his whole body chilling to a temperature colder than the snows surrounding them.

There’s blood seeping through Izuku’s coat, over his glove where his hand presses against his side.

One Shot | No Quirks AU

Rated - Mature

Permanent Ink by Maxine

Summary: The words that bloom on Katsuki’s arm are painfully familiar, to the point that he can hear the grating, wobbly voice saying them in his ear. They’re specific in a damning way, but at the same time vague enough that it could be someone else who says them. Someone he still has to meet in a situation that hasn’t yet occurred.

…Okay, so that’s a bunch of bullshit and he’s not pathetic enough to cling to desperate hope like that for too long. But he’s got some time to convince himself it’s possible his soulmate is someone else. Anyone else.

Deku’s birthday is still a few months away, after all.

Complete | 25 Chapters

Rated - Teen & Up

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imagination-mess · 1 year

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Boku No Hero Academia Masterlist

Updated: 01/29/2024

Disclaimer: The grammar isn't the best. All characters are aged up. They are within their careers.

Mature Content: 🌶️

Reality Show of Pro Hero Wives Masterlist (Deku, Dynamight, Shoto, Red Riot, Eraserhead, HellFire, Mindjack) Bakugou Katsuki

Witch Demon Familiar AU Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

FanFiction Writer: Dragon King

Future Son Fighting his father's killer

The Unknown Circumstance

Reality Show of Pro heroes Wives edition

Bakugou's Nicknames for his lover

Hear Me Out Idea (Bakugou taking care of Kirishima's kid after his passing, Drama)

Villain Bakugou

As a switch 🌶️

Buns Smack 🌶️

Mistaken as Alpha but is omega (Omegaverse)

Teddy Bear

Midoriya Izuku:

Demon!Izuku Transfering Energy (Ask)

Hockey Player Au

Witch Demon Familiar Part One / Part Two / Part Three

Villain Deku Au

Implies Dead Lover is alive

Having Cosplay lover

Fanfiction Writer: The Mage

Izuku has a fire quirk (Crushing on Medical Reader) (AU)

The Unknown Circumstance

White Haired Izuku (AU)

Father Villain! Deku realizing is in love with you (featuring Tsukasa Midoriya) (single father au)

Reality Show: Pro Heroes Wives (featuring quirkless wife)

His Sweetheart is sent to the heroes' universe (Villain Deku)

At the event of your death (Villain Deku)

Massive Praise Kink 🌶️

Alpha!Midoriya 🌶️

As A switch 🌶️

Villain!Deku!

Todoroki Shouto

Fanfiction Writer: The Demon Prince

Reality Show of Pro heroes Wives edition

Kirishima Eijirou

Reality Show of Pro heroes Wives edition

Part Two of Kirishima Kid Idea

Aizawa Shouta

Breaking the Law for his kids

Reality Show of Pro heroes Wives edition

Touya Todoroki

Reality Show Of Pro Heroes Wives Edition

Incubus

Pure Filthy Thoughts (Kinky):

Dom!Midoriya or Dom!Bakugou 🌶️

Sub!Midoriya 🌶️

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #deku x reader #dynamight x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #midoriya izuku x reader smut #villain midoriya x reader #bakugou smut #mha thirst #bnha thirst #villain bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader smut #bakugou x reader smut #izuku midoriya x reader #bnha izuku midoriya x reader #bnha x you #izuku midoryia x you #katsuki bakugo x reader smut

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izvmimi · 1 year

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cw: fantasy!au shoto x princess!reader, implied quasi-arranged marriage, some place names i made up for my au <3

Court ladies, particularly the ones that are of your age, marriage-eligible and plagued by thoughts of wedded bliss, are notorious for embellishing stories. Especially those that concern men, especially those that concern those rich and powerful men, and most of all those who are thought to be blessed with powerful magic.

The prince who hails from the Terras Magi far away, whose personal history already sounds like the stuff of fairytales, is one of these bountiful sources of mystery and fantasy. Third in line to the throne after the original crown prince of their hidden kingdom went mad and after the second prince disappeared into the night, the mage prince is thought to have strategically kept himself hidden away from the remainder of the continent, declining to partake in the many royal conferences held over the year. Few have seen him in the flesh, aside from the reported occasional meetings with prince Bakugou of the highlands, who somewhat begrudgingly claims to be his friend.

However, that changes tonight. You will meet him, and you are expected to charm him, as princess of Phulblume, to consider forge a stronger alliance with that part of the world that has remained closed off and uninterested in the much more mortal remainder -

and there is no greater alliance than matrimony.

Yet, the thought of courtship tires you immensely. You’ve been in love before, and lost it, accepting that a relationship between a future Queen and her Knight would cause more harm than good; your previously furtive glances, held too long across the court of flowers, have now been reduced to averse, split second looks. You cannot bear to lay eyes on him and neither can he on you.

Love is laid to rest, and you expect not to be impressed by another man ever again.

And yet, the mage prince is everything you’d heard and more.

The prince arrives with his older sister in tow, who watches him carefully, not to protect him but as though to mind his manners for him. He bows before the throne where your father and mother sit, where you stand in polite wait and then curtsy.

As he introduces himself to the court, you find yourself waiting for him to look at you. He doesn’t immediately, and you notice the red and white of his hair, starker in contrast to his sister’s gently swept locks. She is radiant despite the gentle frost that follows her, and it is reminiscent of the first snow of the season, the kind that is too gentle to accumulate but warns you that storms may approach soon. She turns to you and smiles, and you curtsy politely, your cheeks warming.

Then he turns, as though instinctively following his sister’s lead, and he sees you. There is a split second of hesitation as your eyes meet. He forgets to bow and you forget to curtsy, perhaps because you are both feeling out each other with your souls.

You are earth and he is both water and flame.

You catch yourself first, starting your curtsy, and he takes your hand and bows deeply, his eyes falling to the ground at your feet.

“I am pleased to meet you, your Highness.”

The pleasure is all mine, you think and forget to say. His voice reminds you of the gentle crackle of firewood on cold nights as a child, sat comfortably in the lap of your mother as she reads your favorite book.

His sister watches carefully, and you think of morning dew.

“I am glad you have arrived safely,” you can hear your father, the King, announce. Prince Shoto has not stopped looking at you, although your gloved fingers no longer touch. Princess Fuyumi nudges him gently, then speaks first.

“We are thankful to have been invited to your kingdom on behalf of our country,” she cuts in when Shoto remains mute. He seems to snap back into attention at the sound of her voice. He nods.

“We look forward to tonight’s gala and to what you have to show us in Phulblume,” he adds.

He glances at you again, and you look away, your face warming, and wonder if it’s his magic, or something else.

#shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #fantasy!au shoto x reader #mimi's notes #daydreams: bnha #thoughts: shoto

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gentrychild · 2 years

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Heya Gentry! Au where Second is the most cooperative Vestige and shares the same favoritism with the other Vestiges over Izuku, please? I give you

🧀🧀🧀

Sorry but this isn't an AU where Second shares the same favoritism as the other vestiges when it comes to Izuku.

It's the AU where Second is Izuku's number 1 supporter. He adores this kid the most.

1 - Second never told Yoichi because it wasn't the right time and then they were dead, but he always dreamed of being a dad. The idea of Yoichi and him having a child really appealed to him. So when he saw this biting feral menace who vaguely looks like Yoichi, his parental instinct went into overdrive. AFO doesn't deserve the kid while Second does.

2 - Izuku can do no wrong in Second's eyes, to the point where that even weirds out Yoichi, who thought himself to be the most doting uncle of the dreamscape.

Second: "Aww, he is so smart!" Banjo: "He is writing about how breaking the pomeranian's wrists would be the best way to permanently keep him from using his quirk." Second: "That's what I said! I was far older when I started to seriously consider how to cripple someone!"

Second: "So adorable!" Third: "He just bit Nighteue because he insulted All Might and is now refusing to let go." Second: "I can see that! He bears such a striking resemblance to Yoichi!"

Second: "I have never been so proud in my life." Yoichi: "Love of my life, he just got an A at his History test." Second: "So what?"

3 - Second didn't like the whole bone-breaking quirk so he gave Transmission to Izuku during the first hero lesson. He also did it because it's a really inconvenient quirk for a father who has a habit of vauiting family members. Poor All Might got warped between Bakugou's massive explosion and Izuku.

4 - Izuku suspects that he is related to Second in some way. At some point, the vestiges roll with it and make him believe he is a descendant of Second and Yoichi.

5 - AFO's hatred for Second reaches new levels now that his son has the power to appear wherever the hell he wants, with no one able to stop him.

#5 headcanons game #closed ask game #comrade fedz

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summerinthecloudsx · 1 year

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And the Dragon Wept

Bakugou Katsuki/Reader

This is a high fantasy au! Some characters may appear ooc because it’s written in the time of royals and magic beings. Bear with me and this world building lol.

Reader and Bakugou are over 21. M/C uses female pronouns.

Content Warnings: Violence, arranged marriage, verbal abuse, slow burn, fated mates trope, protective Bakugou, eventual smut

word count: 3.4k~

Chapter One

A deep silence — sharp as a blade and stiff as the gargoyles perched atop your family’s estate — follows you throughout the halls of Castle Lakemire. What once was a comfortable quiet in the early morning hours has turned sour, wicked despite the rays of warm light cascading from the intricately designed windows. The glow they cast upon the snow and deep blue tapestries shimmers, a result of the golden accents. And in the middle, a lone swan rests with its head angled as if it’s staring at the ground. Your father and his court would like to believe it’s an example of the animal looking down upon its enemies in disdain, but you see something different. There’s a sadness in its expression, as if the swan has been trapped and forced to submit. Though, if you ever admitted it to your parents, they’d call you sensitive. They’d tell you to fall back to reality where you’re meant to rule proudly.

Of all things, your family values pride the most. It’s evident in your father with his enormous silver throne, gleaming with sapphires and aquamarine. The gems were a new addition when he inherited the throne, long sought after from a neighboring court of non-magical humans. They had been peaceful, ruling in silence until your father’s army ambushed them. And they had no other choice except to relent to the magic of your kind: powerful wielders of the elements.

Pride is there in your mother’s cold, clouded eyes, a shadow wielder and great accompaniment to your father’s ice abilities. Too often, she traipses through the snowy maze next to your castle, a gown far too elegant dragging across the powdery white landscape. If it’s ruined, no matter. She can easily buy hundreds more. Forget the hard working lower class or knights of their court, who have broken themselves to pay for your family’s well being. Their lives are insignificant to your parents.

It doesn’t surprise you, then, that your parents have all but forsaken you. The only child born to them, gifted with both shadow and ice powers who refuses to use them cruelly. A daughter who cares for others passionately, fiercely. One who has been caught taking care of servants more than once, and suffered greatly for it. Not because you hope to gain anything from it but simply because it’s the right thing to do, and you’ll be damned if you allow your parents to corrupt you.

It’s peaceful in this self-inflicted solitude, you think as you descend the staircase next to your wing of the castle. Everything, everyone around you is quiet. The snow has stopped for a brief moment, though the landscape remains as wintry and grand as ever. The maze, absent of your mother’s presence, glitters beautifully in the morning sun. And oh how you crave its warmth. To stand in its rays and soak up every breath of heat it has to offer. Even as your boots track through the snow to the front of the castle where the sun has claimed the courtyard entirely, you can’t get enough.

“You think such attire is appropriate for a morning walk?” A teasing voice questions loudly from the main entrance of Castle Lakemire. “Some may think you have a death wish!”

You turn your head, an amused glare cast towards the source of the voice. Blonde hair sways in the wind, a single black streak decorating the strands, unobstructed by his usual knight’s helmet. He must have a free day, something you’re surprised at with your father’s strict regiment.

The man’s eyes are alight with mischief as he practically skips down the steps to join you, snow flying in every direction when he jumps to the spot next to you. Brushing a few flakes off your maroon dress — no doubt much too thin to hold any warmth — in mock annoyance, you narrow your eyes at your new company.

“And what of you, Denki?” You draw out the syllables of his name teasingly. “What will people think if they see the king’s newest guard conversing with his daughter?”

Denki tilts his head back with a roar of laughter. “I’ve suffered worse, Princess. And I doubt he would mind seeing as how we’ve all been instructed to keep a close eye on you.”

“Any closer,” you begin, glaring at the guards posted atop the many balconies of the castle. They have their gaze set on the landscape reaching out from your position. The tree line in the distance is quiet, limbs swaying and shadows cast from the sun. But you know, their gaze adjusts to your figure every five minutes as instructed. “And he might as well attach their eyes to my dress.”

Denki snickers once more, a hand over his mouth. “Don’t give him any ideas.”

True. You’re sure if she had the capability, your mother would have commanded your shadow to report all unusual activity to her. Her inability to manipulate shadows around you has been a source of her irritation since your powers manifested twenty years ago. At the age of four, you had already become a problem for her.

“What brings you to Castle Lakemire on what appears to be your day off?” You ask in an attempt to change the subject.

Denki is quiet for some time, a rare stillness falling over the normally vibrant man. His eyes close as he takes in a calming breath, and you prepare yourself to hear his story. Whatever it is must be terrible to bring this sudden dread into his atmosphere.

“Lord Tomura is scheduled for a visit today. He should be arriving any moment, actually.”

Your heart stills at his reveal. Had you known of this, you would have stayed in bed, feigned an illness or requested an outing to a neighboring city. You would do anything to prevent an encounter with the cruel lord. To prevent an evening with your soon-to-be betrothed.

“You don’t have to hold my hand on his account,” you say as jokingly as you can manage. Because really, what else are you to say? He can’t stop your engagement any more than you can, and he certainly can’t change Lord Tomura’s demeanor. Your future has been decided, claimed by a man who has promised your family a deadly power and ally. His treatment of you is wholly unimportant.

Denki steps closer to you, shielding your faces from the guards as he lowers his voice. “I am your father’s guard second. I will always be your friend first.”

If you could bottle those words and place them in your heart, you would. Make a potion or a wine out of them and drink them every day until you begin to believe you’re worthy of such devotion. You’d recite them like poetry to yourself in the mirror or under a frosted tree, savoring the simple but powerful intentions behind them. You would, if you were someone else. If you weren’t the dreaded princes drowning in Castle Lakemire.

Instead, you grant him a genuine smile. Your arm stretches in front of you, a pinky finger held out. Denki mimics your actions and curls his own pinky around yours, offering a playful grin. Both of your lips turn down as soon as your sights land on a carriage approaching from the west. And from its ebony and crimson accents, you know it belongs to Lord Tomura.

“Better find a bottle of whiskey, friend,” you mumble, gathering your skirts to walk to the entrance. If you must meet Tomura, you’d rather it be in the warmth of the castle. His presence alone is chilling enough. “This is sure to be an interesting night.”

Denki, dressed in his finest pale gray tunic, has been given approval to join your family for dinner. Although your father can’t be bothered to pretend to be happy about it. He’s sat in his great chair at the head of the table, your mother at his left and Lord Tomura at his right. His own guard sits next to him, a black haired man with the ability to wield blue flames. Dabi, you’ve been told to call him. And while you’re thankful you haven’t been forced to sit next to the white-haired man or his comrade, they’re still too close for your liking. And the sultry gaze Dabi directs at you certainly isn’t helping.

It’s a relatively small gathering. The oak table extends by several more rows than is occupied, but you suppose it’s purposeful. Truthfully, you’re shocked Kaminari is allowed to be present. Any time Tomura visits, your engagement or alignment is discussed, and your parents have granted you the courtesy of keeping those matters between yourselves. For now.

“You look lovely, tonight, my rose.” Tomura’s compliment is laced with malice. His eyes are cold and hard, focused on you even as he sticks his fork into a cut piece of roast duck. The way his thin lips wrap around the greasy meat has you curling in on yourself, though you’re sure he means to allure you. It doesn’t. If anything, it urges you to vomit whatever dinner you’ve consumed across the table.

“Am I not lovely every day?” You ask cheekily. Your smile is innocent along with your lifted tone. If he can play games, then so can you.

Denki offers his fist below the table, which you hit with your own. His smile never falters as he enjoys his meal beside you, observing the drama before him. He might not be able to stand up for you here, but he’s proud to see you use your supposed innocence in your favor. If your parents want you to be their naïve, sweet daughter, then they’ll have to assume the best of you in front of guests.

Across the table, Tomura’s jaw clenches while his fingers form a fist around his fork. Your demeanor doesn’t fool him. Not for a second. He can see the fire behind your mask of innocence, a lie put on to ridicule him and satiate your parents. But he’s endured worse.

“Of course you are,” he answers. “And you grow lovelier each time we meet.” His words sound forced, rehearsed until he adds, “Though I think I’d prefer to see you wearing colors from my land.”

“I’ll inform the seamstress,” your mother assures him. She has her own practiced smile on display, though it’s more refined than yours. With her hair tied back into an elegant knot behind her golden crown and an emerald velvet dress tapered close to her body, she’s the embodiment of divine beauty. And though her expression would seem warm to most, you sense the coolness behind her stare. Behind both of your parents.

Your father grunts in approval, offers a curt nod in Tomura’s direction. The room falls silent after that, silverware tapping lightly against porcelain and wine-filled goblets raising periodically. Dabi, the black haired man in a fitted, similarly colored tunic, has emptied three goblets already, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t concern you somewhat. More than once, you’ve noticed his chilling blue eyes focused on you in a less than formal glance. If his Lord notices, he doesn’t seem to care or correct his guard. If anything Tomura appears happy that he doesn’t have to play the role of seductive suitor.

“How long will you be staying?” You chime in, partly to interrupt the tense silence but mostly to prepare yourself for however long you’ll have to deal with your betrothed.

“I hope to stay for one week if that is agreeable.”

“You’re welcome as long as you’d like,” your father answers before you have the chance to argue. “Your quarters are still set up and cleaned to your liking.”

“Don’t worry,” Dabi suddenly interjects with a smirk. Despite the many glasses of wine he’s consumed, his tone is steady, raspy and sensual. “I’ll make sure the lovebirds don’t cause too much trouble while we’re here.”

The table erupts with soft, polite laughter, although you’ve taken to skewering your roast duck as if it might still fly away. Dabi’s humor doesn’t sit well with you. There’s something hidden behind his structured jokes that leaves you uneasy, has you carefully watching the shadows when he’s around. Never mind the fact that you can’t trust Tomura to stop him should he act out. Your fiancé shows more genuine love for battle than for you.

Your father is the one who speaks through the laughter first, his hardened gaze focused on you. “If you can get my daughter to do anything besides act like a ghost or a lost puppy, I’ll be surprised.”

You ignore your father’s glare, shrugging your shoulders with an innocent smile the way your mother taught you. It isn’t until the others have begun a new conversation that you lean over to whisper to Denki.

“Do you think it would startle anyone if I threw an icicle at Dabi’s head?”

The blonde haired man barely covers his mouth before a muted chuckle slips out. He covers his actions well, dabbing a dinner towel against his chin as if he’d spilled something. His movements are quiet, easily looked over as he leans in as well.

“Only if it made him toss his wine in Lord Tomura’s face, my rose,” he answers, mocking the lord’s nickname for you.

Perhaps it’s the wine making your head fuzzy. Perhaps it’s because it’s the first interesting interaction you’ve had during this dreadful meal. Or maybe it’s the simple fact that you’ve been holding yourself back so long that you just can’t take it anymore, and you erupt in a fit of giggles.

Your breathing is erratic as you attempt to cover your mouth with your own dinner towel, though it quickly falls in your lap thanks to your shaking hands. You should be embarrassed by your unmannerly actions, but it feels so good to laugh. You’re so elated you don’t even notice when your mother scolds you or tries to explain it to the others as if you’ve had too much to drink. It’s so easy to just pretend they’re not there, that you’re enjoying a casual meal with a friend. At least, until your father calls your name in a manner not unlike the booming of thunder.

When your laughter quiets, the first face you see is Denki’s. He offers you a soft smile, reaching under the table to pat your leg in a comforting manner. It gives you enough courage to turn your gaze upon your father, whose brows are downturned along with his lips. His shoulders have begun to rise and fall with the effort of his calming breaths, and your mother has placed her palm atop his shoulder.

“I-I’m sorry,” you quickly stammer. You try to conjure an excuse for your outburst, something, anything that will point the blame towards yourself or anyone except Denki. Nobody else could have heard what each of you said, you’re sure of it. By now, you and Denki have mastered the art of mischievous whispering, but the look Tomura and Dabi shoot at you gives you cause for concern.

Nobody responds for a long while, each person evaluating the situation for an appropriate reaction. In another instance, it might not have been such a great ordeal. If you had shared an innocent laugh with a friend at a tavern, nobody would have given you a second glance. But here, in your father’s hall, Denki isn’t just a friend. He’s a guard, and you’re sitting opposite your fiancé, giggling and speaking to another man while ignoring him. It’s improper for someone in your position. You know this, but you’re so tired of pretending.

“Well,” Tomura breaks the silence mercifully. “I think our rose has had enough to drink.”

“I agree,” your father says roughly. “As for you, Kaminari, I think it’s time for you to leave. I’ll deal with you later.”

“Yes, my King.” Denki hurriedly pushes his chair back, the wooden legs scraping against the polished floor. He graces you with one more smile, a hopeful look despite the tense situation. For a moment, you believe in his humorous optimism. Everything will be alright, just like he says. Except, when he leaves, you’re left feeling cold again. Drained. Terrified of what’s to come in his absence. And while you’d like to run away behind him, you know you have to stay until you’ve been dismissed.

“Perhaps we should disperse for the time being,” Tomura suggests, another act of mercy on his part. “I think I should see my betrothed to her room, just in case the wine takes hold again.”

“Yes,” your mother agrees. “I think that would be wise.”

Nobody says another word as Tomura mumbles a few orders to Dabi, who looks on with a satisfied smirk. You don’t have it in you to respond to his hatefulness, though, and you barely object when Tomura holds out his gloved hand. If it gets you away from this scene, you’ll take it happily.

The walk through the corridors is quiet, your footsteps echoing around the empty halls. The tapestries of your household display no signs of glittering gold, the moonlight now showing off its silver flecks similar to snow. And that same lonely swan. You rip your eyes away from the animal, too pent up from dinner to stare at it any longer. Another reminder of the frozen desert you’ve found yourself in will be your ending, so you keep your gaze ahead, focused on matching your steps to Tomura’s.

He still hasn’t spoken to you, even when you’ve reached your chambers. His silence isn’t an all surprising factor, though. You’ve learned through his visits that Tomura rarely speaks to you unless your parents are around or unless you speak first. He’s kind enough in public to uphold his image and quiet enough in private to allow your privacy to remain intact. Whether it’s an admittance of his indifference towards you is yet to be determined, but you’d place money on him harboring minimal emotions for you. His interest in you is monetary, power hungry. He’s no different than your parents in that way, you suppose. It’s better this way, easier than trying to force a relationship that holds no meaning. So you’re more than a little surprised when his hand shoots out to hinder you from entering your room.

Your fingers twitch at your sides, itching to reach up and force his hand out of the way. It would be easy despite his strength. Denki has spent more than one night training you to defend yourself, and you’ve spent countless more honing your elemental abilities. You’re not sure what keeps you from reacting, keeps you quiet and compliant as Tomura grabs the back of your neck and squeezes.

“I don’t care what you do in private,” he begins in a hushed whisper. His tone is harsh, vicious even when paired with his fingertips digging into the sides of your neck. “I don’t even care if you’re fucking your father’s guards. But you will not make a mockery of us in public. Drawing too much attention to us like that makes me look weak, and I didn’t pay your parents bags of gold for this. Do I make myself clear?”

Who am I to argue? You think. He’s far too powerful for you to take on your own. His abilities have been talked about for years. It’s been said he can make a man decay in front of your very eyes if he chooses to do so. It’s one of the many reasons your parents had been so excited when he showed interest in you.

Think of the powerful offspring! They had said. Think of the lands he will conquer in your name! They bragged.

Be obedient. Be silent. Be good. And just as easily as every other time, you froze. You shifted into a statue, a shell of your true self, and you simply nodded.

“Good.” Tomura sneers, but his hand falls away from your neck. And like the true gentleman he is, he drops his hand onto the door handle and turns it for you. “Now get some rest, little rose. You’ll need it.”

#bakugou x you #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #fantasy au #dragon bakugou #soulmate au #strangers to lovers #eventual smut #bnha angst #angst to comfort #bakugou katsuki #royalty au #Arranged marriage au #katsuki x y/n #reader insert #female reader

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shih-coulda-had-it · 1 year

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what's the cover story for de age toshinori from your au? And what everyone reaction to this new quirkless student ?

While he attends Aldera, the teachers and administration are told that Toshinori is finally brave enough to go to class (fake cover story: Toshinori as a hikikomori, or a shut-in). Toshinori takes placement tests and scores well enough, and because he registers himself as Quirkless, the Aldera administration just crams Toshinori into Izuku’s class in the hopes that two Quirkless students will befriend each other.

And then Toshinori announces his intentions to become a hero. When they ask him about his Quirk, thinking it’s something on-par with Bakugou’s, Toshinori sunnily declares himself Quirkless and then takes his seat.

So the class at-large thinks that Toshinori is a nutcase. Izuku is slightly mortified that Toshinori’s now able to monitor his exercise routine AND his school day, but he gets over it. Not everyone gets to share homework answers with their idol!

Bakugou is, as you might imagine, not a fan of a second Quirkless kid trying to head into U.A. But because he doesn’t have the same fraught history with Toshinori as he does with Izuku, he’s only just callous with Toshinori--who grins and bears it, up until Toshinori gets fed up and baits him into a fight outside of school grounds. That takes several months.

Toshinori shows up at the Entrance Exam, but he does NOT participate in the practical portion. Only Izuku demonstrates his capacity to use One for All (though Toshinori also retains his copy of the Quirk. Don’t worry about it.)

The U.A. administration is aware of what’s happened between Toshinori and Izuku, but they don’t want to slot Toshinori into the classes. Those are highly-valued seats! What’s the point of having a twenty-student class if one student is going to age out of it in like, three months?

So, instead, Eraser Head comes up with the idea to present Toshinori as a T.A. (teacher’s aide).

Toshinori spends the practical portions of the program with 1-A, but he spends the rest of his time with either Nedzu (studying Education 101/doing paperwork) or Gran Torino (running through as many exercises as possible, while he can).

Toshinori the T.A. is respected by nearly everyone in the class, even Bakugou (because he got his ass beat before U.A. started). Izuku is the only one who laughs at Toshinori, because he saw Toshinori weep at the amount of papers he was ‘asked’ to grade.

#bnha #all might #yagi toshinori #deaged at dagobah au #shih.txt #asks #anon #long post #but i don't think it needs a readmore #toshinori celebrates too early at not having to do highschool work #so torino tells eraser head to assign him TA work #toshinori is NOT allowed to escape paperwork!!

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zombieumbreon · 2 years

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Good Girl

Werewolf AU Ft. Bakugou, Denki, Kirishima, Sero, Deku, Shouto, Shinso, Tamaki and Hawks.

Pt. 1 of ?

Warnings: talk of arranged marriage, talk of breeding/mating, 18+, NSFW will be later.

You gave a soft whimper, standing beside your Elders as the alphas from the camp in the mountains stared you down. The only Omega in a long line of Alphas and Betas, making you a bargaining chip. "Well, gentlemen, will she make a good omega for anyone in your clan?" The voice came from your father, a pang hitting your heart. "Tch," the blonde shrugged, snatching the chain connected to the dark leather around your neck. He tugged you once, you immediately started walking behind the men that were taking you away from your home.

"Ya don't have to stare down at the ground, ya know?" The red head in front of you grinned down at you. You had glanced up at him, quickly looking back down. The men stopped, their car waiting. You slid in, squished between two men on either side of you, your eyes still cast down. "Hey, now," the man farthest to your left shifted into the floorboard at your feet, "seriously, you don't have to look down." You looked up at the blonde with the black streak in his hair, "but, I'm beneath you all, I was not given permission to look at any of you." They all blinked at each other, tails curling around themselves, "beneath us?" One of them spoke, though you weren't sure which male, you nodded in response. "Listen, lovely," the peppier blonde chirped in as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, "we don't do that in our clan. That's the main reason we agreed to take such a gorgeous girl like you as a peace offering."

The other blonde, the quiet angry one, smacked him in the back of the head. "Fucking, dunce face. What he means is, we respect our Omegas. You bear our children and cater to your alphas every need, we treat our mates better than that," he growled out. Your cheeks flushed, your unique trait of the wolf ears atop your head flattening down while your tail covered your face. A few of the men chuckled at how adorable your reaction had been, your cheeks only flushing more.

"Oh, we're here," the red head spoke up, taking your hand as he opened the door. "They'll unload the car for us. Let's go inside so we can meet everyone," he grinned, pulling you behind him. He led you into a room, velvet curtains carefully hung, on one side of the room there was a fireplace surrounded by the most beautiful furniture. You stopped suddenly, noticing the additional men in the room. "Gentlemen, this is y/n, the one the fire clan wanted us to take," again the redhead was the one to speak, the new faces nodding at you. "Y/n, I'm Eijirou Kirishima, this is Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki, Hitoshi Shinso, Hanta Sero, Midoriya Izuku, Tamaki Amajiki, Todoroki Shouto and our feathered friend here is Takami Keigo," he pointed each man out as he said their names. The last man he pointed out stood out the most, he wasn't a wolf, no, he must be from one of the demon clans. "Welcome to your new home," they muttered to you, their eyes trailing your body.

"Th-thank you," you whispered, "not to sound...eh rude, but which one of you am I supposed to..you know, breed with." A few of the men turned bright red, hand rubbing at their neck, "Uh, we didn't really plan on you mating with anyone, not by force anyway," this time the words came from the green haired man. "Wha?" you started to ask before the angry blonde next to you started talking. "Oi, we told you already we aren't that type of clan. We decided who ever liked ya when we got back could court you properly," he growled out before storming out of the room. Your cheeks turned pink, eyes following the angry blonde as he left the room. “Don’t mind him, he really isn’t that bad,” the redhead whom you now knew as Kirishima grinned. “Oh, um…okay,” you whispered.

Once you had been shown your room, properly fed and had a shower the men requested you meet them in the same room as earlier. In the middle of the room a new chair had been added amongst the others from before. “Ah, there she is now,” Sero smiled at you as he patted the cushion of the new chair. “Have a seat, cutie pie,” he added as he straightened back up in his seat.

The next few hours were spent with the men asking you questions, foods you liked, hobbies, etc. They all looked like they were listening intently to your every word, hanging on the words slipping out of your mouth. When they would get their answer from you they gave theirs, one by one. The more that was shared the more your nerves felt at ease. They seemed to notice when your nerves calmed, they relaxed visibly in their seats. The conversation kept flowing with new facts about each of you, until you realized several hours had passed.

You walked upstairs, separating from the group of men as you entered your own room. What in the absolute hell were you going to do now? How were you going to pick just one of the chiseled men you now shared a home with. You groaned, flipping onto your stomach as your tail tapped on the mattress beneath you.

#bakugou smut #mha x reader #mha smut #denki #sero #bakugou #kirishima #todoroki #hawks #tamaki #my hero x reader #a/b/o smut

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