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hakkais-hoe · 2 years

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Hi! Can you do a part 2 of how they deal with breakup with Baji, Mitsuya, Mikey and Chifuyu? Thank you 💕

Hi!! Ofc 😊 I was about to do a part 2 for Kazutora anyway so I’ll stick him with these four 💞 n sorry about your wait hope you enjoy these hun 🥰

I’d apologise for the Baji one but I just can’t see him admitting that he’s in the wrong 🤷‍♀️

Characters: Kazutora, Mikey, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Baji

Age warning: none

All characters are 18+

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Baji

Tbh he’s probably a little toxic n mansplainy, is a dick about it ngl

Can and will commit several counts of arson just because he’s in a huff

Literally has a tantrum for a day or two before going back to normal and acting like you haven’t even broken up with him

You’ll have to throw him out of your place multiple times

Tells you to stop being “dramatic” before getting slapped

Talks pure shit to Chifuyu n Kazutora, who promptly tell him to suck it up or go beg you to take him back

Doesn’t even think it’s his fault you broke up, wholeheartedly believes you’re just trying to “play hard to get” or just doin it for attention

Honestly don’t think he’d come begging to get back together, he’d just show up one day and you wouldn’t be able to tell him to leave cos of his pretty long hair ig 💀

Also I think he’s probably used to his s/o getting mad at him for shit n just kicking him out for a bit n letting him back in so he just thinks that’s what ur doing

If none of this works he just acts like n injured dog, but that I mean he purposefully gets into fights n let’s them land a few good punches so that he can come back and be like “baby please can you patch me up” like the little shot he is

Doesn’t purposefully play on your emotions tho, mainly because he’s a moron, he just knows that you don’t like seeing him hurt

Does realise how much he missed being able to hold you after a while tho, having you back in his arms even if you’re just patching him up , is like a blessing to him now

Does this cute little soft smile when you’re not looking at him

Is literally like a feral raccoon that you found in a bin n brought in one day tbf, he’s not sure how he got here but he definitely doesn’t wanna leave luxury now

Kazutora

It’s all mikeys fault

But no fr he cries for a while man

Ends up spending a lot of time in the pet shop at night complaining to the kittens n puppies while he brushes them

or just simply talking to himself about where he went wrong while stocking the shelves

Cries at work a few times when Chifuyu or someone else mentions you

Is the definition of a simp when he’s in love so you can imagine just how much it would break him to be left

Thinks he’s being abandoned, complete opposite of Baji, blames himself for it

He tries to get you back by writing you little love letters, sending your favourite flowers or snack or plushies, sends you pictures of the animals at the shop.

Does NOT show up at your house uninvited!!

He respects that you don’t want to see him but he can’t help but cry when you don’t reply to him, or try visit him

Try’s not to talk to Chifuyu about the break up until Chifuyu confronts him n makes him talk

Cries a bit more for good measure ( prolly could do with some eye drops)

Almost certainly purposes at least twice if/when you get back together

Chifuyu

Definition of okay on the outside but dying within

100% will not show just how much it hurts him when you say those five words

Straight-faced “if that’s what you want” beige he leaves n sits in his car for a good hour with a blank face

Then proceeds to drive to the middle of no where, scream n shout till his voice is horsed, set his jacket on fire for the extra flare of drama and then drive home in silence

Hates the world for weeks, terrifies Kazutora to the point of him being too scared to even ask when the next shipment of some stock is coming in

Usually his female customers flirt with him but not they’re too scared of the menacing aura n deep set glare plastered to his face to even approach him

Gets absolutely shitfaced when him n Kazu meet up with Takemichi n spills everything

Cries a little bit before boldly proclaiming his love for you to an entire bar then falling face first off a table

Wakes up in your house with an ice pack strapped to his head n a blanket thrown over him

Very very embarrassed when he sees you come in with a pissed “I hope your explanation is good” look on your face

He has no idea how he got here, finds out from you that he rang you at 3 in the morning n had a mental breakdown over the phone before telling you that if you didn’t come get him he was going to eat an entire cake to himself and 4 (specifically) tubs of ice cream n cry his eyes out

Dies of embarrassment before yet again telling you he misses you and wants to talk

Tries to be sensible but clearly fails miserably

Mitsuya

King of staying calm n giving you space

That is until he realises that you’re actually serious

Then all hell breaks loose

Doesn’t shower, eat, sleep or all round take care of himself n instead goes in to an almost catatonic state of just drawing designs n making shit for you

Ends up making you a beautiful extravagant piece of clothing which gets sent before anyone can intervene

Takes Hakkai n some of the others showing up at his house to fetch him for him to actually snap out of it a bit

Will only talk to Hakkai about what happened

Stressed to the max

You were the thing that calmed him when he was spiralling but now you were gone n he had nothing to anchor him in place

Freaked out when he saw what he’d done to himself and his apartment

He reaches out with a “we should talk, meet me for coffee at our usual spot”

Apologises for the package as soon as he sees you

Promptly stares at you and wonders how could he have ever let you go so easily

Blurts out “you keep me alive” before he can stop himself, apologises again and goes to leave

Can’t quite bring himself to leave the cafe n turns around n strides back to your table before taking everything back and saying he meant every word

“You are my everting, without you I would be long gone by now and I don’t know if I mean physically or mentally but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m so hopelessly in awe of everything that you do or say and I can’t live without you! Please don’t leave me too.”

Mr. Romantic strikes again pls love him he’s n angel n he’s pretty

Mikey

Little shit

The epitome of if I can’t have you no one can

But in the sense of he will not leave you alone n decides that he’s now going to buy the place you work just so he has an excuse to show up and take all your attention every day

Buys you dorayaki n leaves it in a bag for your lunch with your name on it in a heart

Can and will fire anyone who looks at you for too long

Has Sanzu stalk you when he can’t be there

Follows you to nightclubs n bars so that he can beat up anyone who hits on you

Still calls you his s/o n doesn’t see why he should stop “seen as you’ll be getting back together soon anyway”

Literally believes that it’s just a phase you can’t possibly leave him as well

Starts to dwell on it after and while n ends up taking his anger out on anyone around him (the poor bonten trio get the brunt of it)

Sends you gifts which usually comprise of snacks, clothing, accessories with his initials on and a new one which is self defence tools incase he can’t be there

You’d have to get used to the constant shadow tbf

When it becomes too much for him he’ll show up at your place in the rain, no umbrella ofc, n tell you how cold it is n how he’s conveniently stranded after his bike ran out of petrol n the rain got too much

Will still expect to be able to cuddle with you n leach your warmth (not like you’d be able to refuse his little pout anyway)

Whispers sweetly about how much he misses you nd needs you to take him back and let him love you again

He even says he doesn’t mind sleeping on the couch for a while, he just wants to be able to make sure you’re safe and be around you

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It is nearly 3 in the morning n I rly should sleep but this caught my eye so sleep is a myth

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darklydeliciousdesires · 4 years

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By the Fireside - A Geralt of Rivia/Reader One Shot.

Smut n’ fluff, just for you!

Summary: Geralt rescues you from being kidnapped, takes you home and shows you exactly how much he’s missed his wife. Usual disclaimer applies.

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Sitting up suddenly in the murky dungeon, you hear the sound you’ve been waiting for, the unyielding force you’ve known has been coming ever since your kidnap. You hear your husband taking down the men behind your capture as you knew he would. Of course he’d hunt them down and find you. You never had any faith that he wouldn’t.

The screams become louder, guards attempting to thwart him meeting an unpleasant end via his sword, until you see him appear on the other side of your cell. He isn’t alone either. Being held roughly by his throat is the man ultimately responsible for your kidnap, Geralt hauling him inside your and throwing him into the far wall, his body hitting it with a sickening crunch.

“I’ve been searching for you for weeks. Are you alright, my love?” he asks as you throw your arms around him and cry happy tears, beyond relieved. “Have they hurt you?” he then questions, checking you over before kissing you with relief.

“I’ve been beaten a few times, starved too, but nothing else.” His expression darkens dangerously, unlocking your cuffs and shackles before turning his attention toward the man he just threw.

“By him personally?” You nod in confirmation.

“She’s lying! It was my guards, I didn’t touch her, I swear it!” he pleads, looking terrified as he scuttles away, Geralt advancing on him.

“So not only do you have the gall to kidnap my wife in the first place, but you now foolishly call her a liar and expect me to believe such?” He delivers a kick which shatters ribs, the man screaming in pain before he does the same, again and again, punching him too until he’s a bloody pulp upon the floor.

“The only reason I’m leaving you alive is so you can suffer down here as she did. Except with your men dead, there’s no one coming to rescue you.” Picking you up he then carries you from the cell, locking it behind him.

It takes a few days to get there, but once you’re home you immediately feel better. He’s taken good care of you thus far, treating your wounds and making sure you get plenty of food and sleep, his care continuing as he prepares a bath for you and makes up the bed with fresh linen ready for later.

“You look much more contented now,” he comments after you climb in, passing you your requested wine and smiling as he comes to sit by the side of the tub. He hasn’t left your side since your rescue and you doubt he will for a long time after what happened.

“I am. Just being with you again has lifted my spirits. So tell me all about your travels, what you’ve seen, the monsters you’ve encountered.” You ask, Geralt obliging as he begins to lather a sponge and gently wash you.

You hear of the hideous creatures he bravely fought, enthralled by his stories as ever. He enjoys regaling you with them too, you being his favourite person, his love, his beautiful wife. He loves to see you smile and look excited by his words, his captive audience of one, the person who adores him most.

“Nothing I faced was as frightening as a prospect of not being able to find you though,” he then tells you at the end of his tale, gently kneading your shoulders with his big hands as you sigh happily.

“But of course, you would always find me. I never doubted for a moment that you would, my brilliant, brave husband,” you reply, turning your head to kiss him. “And so savage too! I greatly enjoyed watching you give that vile oaf what he deserved.” You then add, making him laugh.

You might be his soft little sweetheart, a stark contrast to him in every respect, but every so often your fire surprises him. “Maybe one day I might teach you to save yourself,” he comments, his big hands sliding a little further down as he begins to kiss your neck.

“I hardly think I’m capable of such!” You laugh, shaking your head at the suggestion. “There are other things perfectly within my capabilities I can think of though, none of which I need any tuition over.” You then tell him, picking up on his mood as he begins to gently knead your breasts.

He’s lain next to you patiently while you’ve recovered and gotten the sleep you’ve sorely needed for the last three nights, so you feel you need to reward this. Your husband, he’s usually barely through the door after a long trip away hunting before he’s all over you.

You understand after lusting for you for weeks, he must be very pent up. As are you, now you’re safe and back at home with him. You are now able to connect with him in the way you crave while he’s gone, just you, him and all the sexual chemistry that forever mixes potently between you both.

Stepping out of the tub and into his arms, he dries you off attentively first, making you then suddenly giggle and shriek after ducking down and throwing you over his shoulder, taking you upstairs to your bedroom. He previously lit the fire in here, the flames crackling as he lies you down on the bed and kisses you urgently.

You sigh happily into the kiss, stroking his face and the little loose strands of white hair that frame it, loving the feeling of him on top of you again after such a long wait for him. Pulling him free of his shirt, you savour the feeling of his skin pressed to yours, sighing in delight as his mouth descends your neck.

His mouth moves lower still, his big hands gently squeezing your breasts, your nipples hardening to the touch of his tongue, each bud being attentively sucked on as his hands slowly glide down your sides. You’ve missed this, the bedroom gaiety you share with him, the fires of your passion beginning to burn brightly.

What he invokes within you can only be described as cool heat, a complete juxtapose but the only way you could ever verbalise the way his mouth covering your stomach with kisses and swirls from his tongue makes cold fire lick your insides.

Your body reacts with a series of quivers as his tongue explores the rise and fall of each hip, his hot breath against your sex then making you squirm with anticipation over what’s to come.

“Never fear, love. I shan’t make you wait for my mouth.” He tells you before literally taking a mouthful of you, his tongue vigorously pushing and lapping against your womanhood as he sucks you hungrily.

Your back arches, your hands gripping his forearms as you throw your head back and exclaim in absolute bliss. He establishes a rhythmic beat against your clit with the very tip of his tongue, circling it every so often too.

He uses a light touch, alternating between this and firmer pressure until you’re writhing, legs brushing his stubbly face as he licks you with vigour. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel him begin to suck your little bud, your stomach trembling and hands squeezing his strong arms a little harder.

He’s incredible, pleasuring you so thoroughly you can scarcely stand how good it feels, almost wanting him to stop because it feels too much. Too much is exactly what he excels at though, driving you out of your senses with his prowess.

Kissing his way back up your body, his fingers take over the stimulation at your clit while his mouth finds yours. You moan softly into the kiss you share, stroking his face and hair, your hands running down his chest. This man…oh what he conjures within you!

Undoing his trousers with slightly shaky hands, you can barely wait to get your hands on what you can feel straining for release, hot and hard, the giver of the kind of pleasure you never imagined possible. He bites your bottom lip and groans when you wrap your hand around his cock, thrusting against your hand a little as your thumb rubs the pre-cum soaked tip.

Your kisses continue as your hand works his hardness, flexing your hand around the thick, steely phallus as his tongue entwines with yours. His mouth moves to your neck as you feel him push a finger into your wetness, curling around and raking at your pulsing cunt, his lips pressing against the spot your pulse flickers at wildly as he adds a second.

Your hand begins to move faster, panting as your inner muscles squeeze his thick fingers with appreciation, covering them in your arousal as you burn for him. It’s been too long. He then pauses to remove his trousers, smiling when you push him onto his back.

“I can’t wait a moment longer. I need you inside me, now.” You tell him, sinking down on his huge cock, gasping as he fills you completely. He lets you pin him down, your little hands pressing against his broad chest as you bite you lip and sigh, rising and falling back down on him slowly.

The friction you feel is ebullient and sumptuous, his hardness gliding in and out of you effortlessly. His hands roam your body, goose pimples following his touch as you grind against him slowly but determinedly, folding at the waist to run your tongue up his chest.

Staring down into his amber eyes, you feel both love and lust ignited as he holds your gaze, his eyes then shutting as he groans a deep, sexual rumble, hands clutching your waist as he moves against you in perfect sync.

You enjoy this all you can, getting to ride your magnificent beast of a husband, knowing that he won’t let you hold him down for long. If there’s one true dominant in your bedroom, it isn’t you. True to your prediction you’re flipped onto your back, Geralt kneeling before you and pushing his thick hardness back into your hot core.

He then holds your legs together over one of his shoulders, the penetration made tighter by this, one hand gripping your ankles while the other playfully smacks your bum cheeks as he pulls you off the bed a little.

Your legs judder as his fingertips trail down them, his cock sinking into your pussy deeply and slowly, neither of you wanting to rush this and instead, enjoying the deliberately contained pace. You have all the time in the world to give in to voracity.

Slowing his thrusts even further, he tantalises you mercilessly with his cock, your pleasure magnified beyond belief as he slowly slides back and forth within your slick pussy, kissing the side of your ankle as he looks down at you, mesmeric eyes finding yours.

“You feel utterly exquisite, my beauty.” He tells you, groaning deeply thereafter. His fingertips rain little strokes across your cheeks, any words you might have responded with muted by his keenly delivered kisses.

Turning you onto your side, he pushes your knees up towards your chest, moving to leave a trail of kisses from your neck to your back as he suddenly enters you a little more forcefully, your stomach jolting and your heart missing a beat as tingles course through you.

He holds you down, beginning to assail your cunt with his hardness, the sound of flesh smacking together as he begins to speed up echoing through the room, the pace becoming utterly brutal as you wail in ecstasy before suddenly, it’s slow again.

He alternatives between steady and libidinous, one hand running up your leg while the other slides through your hair, the glow of the fire casting you in a light that makes you look even more luminous to him.

You moan repeatedly, dying to feel him speed up again. You love it when he’s tender, but crave him when he’s a little unmerciful with you, when he loses control and fucks you in total abandon. He changes your position again, this time turning you onto your front and pulling your hips up, re-entering you with a deeply delivered thrust.

His intrusions into you cause lewd noises as he becomes voracious once more, hand smoothing up your back and fisting your hair, pulling your head back and leaning forward to kiss and bite the side of your neck, tongue then running along the outer edge of your ear.

This time though, there’s no switch of pace, he only keeps increasing, entering and retreating you harder and faster as you cry out deliriously. You can feel your release starting to coil within, your hands clutching the pillows as his body slams against yours in ferocious abandon, tipping you closer...and closer...and...

“Oh, fuck!” You scream, the fires of your orgasm blazing through you, taking him with you moments afterwards, hearing him laugh as he attempts to catch his breath.

“I love it when I make you curse,” he pants, resting his head down on your back, cock still twitching wildly within you. “But not as much as I love you, my darling.” He then adds, withdrawing and lying down next to you, his arms enveloping you a moment later.

“I love you too, handsome, brave, sexually decimating husband.” You whisper, kissing him as he holds you tighter. You close your eyes, feeling like you’re swimming in joyous warmth, the sound of his heartbeat and his whispered words of ‘I love you’ the last things you remember before falling asleep, safe and sated at last.

The End.

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hey-hamlet · 5 years

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BNHA AU Ideas: Power Transfer

Also on AO3!

TL;DR:

One for all is a power that has been passed down for generations. Turns out the most recent generation can afford to be a whole lot more liberal with his sharing. Also turns out sharing quirks runs in the family.

An AU where Izuku can share OFA full cowling with multiple people at once.

shared power ofa,

izuku giving aizawa 5% of one for all durring the usj or izuku giving toshinori 99% of OFA durring the last fight

cause consider the world never finding out about small might, all might retires but izuku knows

the rescue team all having the max amount of ofa they can use, which is around 2% each, cause a lil sparking team of heroes

izuku using kirishima to give bakugo some too n them using it to get away

izuku having two quirks is my favourite goddamn thing bc him being able to share his quirk but not having anything to share is great

he gives bits to allmight, like a constant 1% so he can teach classes and do press stuff

some rando wants to do an "all might" where is he now segment and it spans a good few months so izuku is continuously in the background just

conspiracy theory starts that izuku is a villain or allmights son

a villain and all might's son

izuku has no double toe joint but the doc cant find any evidence of a quirk? so he tells them izuku is either quirkless or has an invisible quirk. something subtle, or specific enough to have not activated by now

bakugo kinda,, is chill with izuku. he was waiting for izuku to develop a quirk till he judged him, but he never did so he kinda withheld judgement long enough for them to become decent friends

anyway, izuku likes to ramble about different things his quirk could technically be, bakugo likes to join in. they can go at this for h o u r s cackling about stupid hypotheticals

they workout together, they both do boxing and try out random moves they see on the internet on each other. they have a pile of gym mats in the woods like the weirdos they are

bakugo is like,, convinced izuku's quirk is actually an intellect up but he just shrugs

izuku has to grab something before he heads home so he takes the underpass and we get basically episode 1 from there. all might says no, the villain gets away, attacks Bakugo. izuku runs in, throws dust in the villain's eyes and pulls at bakugo's hands. all might jumps in, saves the day yada yada

some background for u about all might bc his past is a touch different here. during the battle with afo, afo was distracted. all might sustained the same injures but won more easily.

night eye never looks into his future because "my purpose is done, nighteye. let's live like everyone else, no fate of the world on our shoulders" he never looks into all mights future again at his request

they stay together

so instead of the big argument they go get ramen and get drunk because they don't have to be superhuman anymore, they can relax now

back to the main timeline-

so izuku is already fit, cleans the beach in 8 months, nighteye supervises

all might gives izuku the quirk 2 months before the entrance exam, nighteye is there to "oversee" (he wants to see izuku choke on a hair and laugh at this kid hes become pretty fond of)

also mirio! is izuku's bro because i love he

izuku eats the hair and gets the quirk like, instantly which?? is confusing nighteye and all might. nighteye has like,,, hidden behind a car because hes the only person with self-preservation

allmight touches izuku and the lightning climbs up his arm and he just pOofs out into swolmight. hes ShooK, so is izuku

anyway, he manages to turn it off and izuku is just standing there like "oh my god what the fuck"

"izuku,, what,, happened there"

",,,, one for all??? leaked out??? into allmight????"

...

"nighteye come over here."

"izukU nO"

"STAND STILL NIGHTEYE I JUST NEED TO TRY SOMETHING"

nighteye is forcibly given a little of ofa and regrets a lot of stuff

anyway, izuku breaks an arm trying to use ofa and hes muttering trying to work out how to use it, nighteye basically says "well, think back to how ofa came about" and izuku is like ",,, what"

and nighteye screams because TOSHI YOU DIDNT TELL HIM?????? and allmight ",,, o o p s"

so izuku gets to hear the story of all for one while hes being driven to UA for recovery girl hes,,, really quiet for a second

"when did you fight him?"

"six years ago, april?"

",,, this has to be a coincidence"

hisashi went out on a "business trip" 6 years ago and they haven't seen him since. he calls, but hes never visited and izuku has this terrible feeling

because izuku cant calm down and because nighteye thinks this kid might be on to something they call tsukauchi and he agrees to meet them at UA

izuku gets treated, naomasa is in v quickly afterwards before he calls his dad he turns to nighteye, allmight and Naomasa

"i've never been able to lie to my dad. i thought he was just really good at reading me but,,"

"if hes afo he might have a quirk"

"yeah. so i'll just twist the truth. im good at that, but thats all i'll be able to do"

anyway, he calls up his dad and slaps this big grin on his face. the phone is on speaker

"hey dad!!!!" "izuku! is something wrong?"

"oi, cant i call my dad for no reason?"

"you, willingly calling someone? dont make me laugh"

izuku giggles despite himself

"anyway, you'll never guess!!"

"did youuuu,,,, hmmmm, meet all might?"

they freeze but izuku just laughs

"yeah,, but thats not the most exciting thing!!! my quirk came in finally"

"oh?"

"yeah! imagine the worlds most basic power enhancer, but i can share the energy! you have any idea where that could have come from?"

"no! i can't think of anyone in our family with a quirk like that! sounds crazy!"

naomasa looks grin, and mouths "liar"

izuku pales but keeps his smile

"do you think you could visit, id love to show you!! oh, maybe we could test it together! you always had the best ideas for my quirk notes"

"id love to izuku, but im stuck in america for the near future, you know it is. i'll see what i can do tho, ok champ?"

naomasa shakes his head again "lying" izuku looks like hes going to be sick. nighteye is pale, all might looks stunned. izuku grits his teeth but his voice is still light and happy

"i'm gonna make it into UA so you can watch me kick butt from america! you better cheer me on!"

"im looking forward to it. say hi to your mother from me."

naomasa nods. hes telling the truth. that makes nighteye feel the sickest

"love you izuku"

",,, love you too dad"

izuku hangs up the phone and retches into the bin. nighteye is shaking. all might storms out. naomasa punches the wall

izuku looks up with tears in his eyes

",,, does my mum know?"

nighteye wants to cry

"i dont know kid"

izuku tells katuski that his quirk finally came in! but,,, in the worlds biggest mess of a way

basically hes lying in bed, trying to work out why he can't use it without breaking bones but the people he shares it with can, he bolts upright

"POWER MODULATION OH MY GOD"

he runs out his door all the way to bakugos house and climbs in through his window, grabbing a sleeping bakugo by the shoulders

"KACCHAN ITS POWER MODULATION"

"IZuKU whAt tHE fuCK"

"my quirk!!! i was breaking bones because i wasnt modulating it!!!"

",,,,q QUiRK/???/?"

",,,, oh yeah oops"

mitsuki runs in with a frying pan ready to murder a villain but its just izuku

"carry on"

izuku doesnt tell him its ofa but he explains his quirk has finally showed up, bakugo asks him if hes registered it yet

",,,noooooo"

"wait what? you, breaking the law? mister "i cant kill an ant because all might himself will call me a villain""

izuku, w the most shit-eating grin, explains that you only legaly have to register your quirk when it shows up, or after you are tested when you are five, whichever happens first so, legally, he doesnt need to register because it would be seen as voluntary updating

cut to the enterance exam

aizawa is holding the papers for the kids hes observing right then

"quirkless? that kid doesn't look quirkless"

and yagi sighs

"of course he didnt,,,"

"all might? do you know him?"

"NO NO IDEA WHO MID- THAT YOUNG CHILD IS"

",,,, r i g h t"

“aizawa listen i have never seen young midoriya in my life ever”

basically, izuku is hiding the "transfer" part of his power from most people bc hes stubborn and thinks it could be useful

also,,, in this au shinso makes it in on hero points thanks

bakugo is about to rush the 0 pointer but shinso can see its going to fall on him shinsou yells

"HEY FUCK FACE"

"HA-"

"MOVE MOVE MOVE GET OVER HERE BEFORE YOU FUCKING DIE OH MY GOD MOVE I DONT WANT TO SEE SOMEONE DIE TODAY"

shinsou and bakugou are the type of friends that flat out have no love for each other but would punch anyone who says anything bad abt the other. like shinsou walks into school and bakugou s just

“dammit i thought u fucking died smh”

“i wish i did then i wouldn’t have to look at ur ugly ass”

in this au shinso and izuku bond when they are standing outside they door bc izuku looks like hes gonna fucking cry hes so scared and shinsou is like "wow big mood"

shinso is not shinson in this au! bc izuku is gonna do a soft

basically, quirk test? shinsou is s w e a t i n g bakugo looks a little worried for his new friend but no one would notice if they weren’t izuku

shinsou turns to him like "my quirk is mental im going to fa I L"

izuku grabs his hand and he feels this rush of energy, you can almost see it dancing along his skin. izuku grins

"i think you'll find you do just fine"

(izuku gave him like,, less than a full 1% but hes like doubled in strength and speed and hes??? shook?? bc whats happening)

aizawa is lost bc shinso has a mental quirk he shouldnt be doing this well, so he tries to cancel it

nothing happens and aizawa is so lost??? bc shinsou is kinda reedy and not super fit but hes placing solidly in the middle

and he noticing that shinso’s eyes seem to be glowing and so are they eyes of the kid coming in second and gives a big "hm,mmmm"

anyway, ball pitch, he cancels izukus quirk and turns to look at shinso, his eyes are dim. izuku looks sheepish but also like hes ready to throw down and its an interesting look

aizawa just sighs "you know what? just throw the ball."

izuku g r i n s and yeets it into next year using more of his quirk than he like,, really should have? to prove a point (his finger is bruised, not broken. he used 25%)

anyway aizawa shows the results, shinso is in the middle, izuku second, hagakure is last and sadly shes not getting expelled bc plot reasons – im sorry I have a thing against her shes perfectly valid probably im just still convinced shes the traitor even tho its totally a teacher

he calls izuku out on it but does admit he didnt say you couldnt help eachother, so its kind on him. shinso looks like hes going to pass out with relief

Hagekure is the traitor in this au though, 100%

during the camp she is at the pick up zone, hiding. izuku pulls bakugo out of the way, they all seem safe

but

she pushes izuku in through the portal as it closes

fyi afo takes her quirk and leaves her braindead in the nomu factory bc shes not useful anymore. also because now he needs to have a really awkward conversation with his son he was hoping to avoid

also usj? is really melodramatic

he gives aizawa 4% which is the max nighteye could hold without it hurting

aizawa takes a hit from the nomu and he reaches out his hand

izuku cries as he gives him an extra 4% and aizawa gets free but he can see bruises forming with every step his teacher takes

#bnha au #bnha #aizawa shouta #aizawa #eraserhead #midoriya izuku #Izuku #Midoriya #shinsou hitoshi #All Might #yagi toshinori #Nighteye #bakugou katsuki #Class 1A #power transfer au

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*sneaks on in to eat the food in ur fridge* in the mafia Au Ona probably would easily become a leverage target for other groups or ganga who wanna fuck with Hank and his fam. OwO ooo i wonder how many would end up dead if Ona went missing and the boys went absolutely batshit to get her back.

Anon you’re more than welcome to raid my fridge. I think there’s some gazpacho and tortilla de patatas leftovers :D

BUT ANON OH MY GOD. OKAY. THIS TURNED INTO AN ALMOST 4K WORD SNIPPET. HOLY SHIT OKAY. I’m sorry I took so long! But I really wanted to write this right (at least as right as I can) and give you something to wait until I finish the celebration drawing. I’m swamped with work and I was itching to work on this instead, but :_) duty calls first.

ENJOY!

Warnings: there will be blood and some violent details. As expected of a mafia crime-lord son when he goes berserk.

Connor’s keys fell to the polished wood floor with a deafening thud.

Everything was in its place. The cushions of the sofa where they left them the night before, the blanket that Richard neatly folded on Ona’s spot, Connor’s books on the coffee table, the big bouquet of flowers they brought home to her two days ago in their beautiful vase.

Everything was in its place, sans the note on the living room table.

Richard was eerie still, knuckles white.

“She’s a pretty one, we will have fun.”

Connor wanted to shred the note into pieces. He wanted to scream, he wanted to kick the chair and flip the table in utter rage. Instead, he sat down on the nearest chair and held his head in his hands, messing up his perfectly styled hair. He failed in keeping her safe, he failed spectacularly, and the guilt and shame of it was consuming him.

Richard sat down on the opposite chair, his fists trembling. Connor knew that sometimes Richard would have one of his episodes and go berserk, the trembling of his hands was telltale. He will spare no mercy for those who took their precious sunshine away. Good. That’s what they needed now.

Still, how did this happen? How could they have swept her right under their noses? Connor made sure everything was under his control, that not a single detail escaped him, and yet they got her. He could feel the anxiety clawing at his insides, the dread of what they would do to her if both him and Richard didn’t find her on time.

They had to do something, act fast. Connor needed to think clearly.

“We have to call Father.” Richard’s voice was glacial. It would seem calm to anyone listening, but Connor knew the cold fury brewing in it. But he was right. Father had to know.

Connor stood up and tucked the note in his inside pocket, bending down to pick the fallen keys.

“Get the car, I’ll call him on our way.”

Richard followed Connor, closing the door with the upmost care, as if he didn’t want to disturb their flat anymore than it already had been. Connor locked the door and trailed behind his brother, fishing his phone out of his pocket. He took off his leather glove and unlocked it, quickly tapping on Hank’s number. While Richard disappeared into the garage, Connor waited by the door. He heard the dial tone two times before the gruffy voice of Hank spoke.

“Yes?”

“They have her.”

“What?” Connor heard Hank’s armchair creak under his weight as he sat up. “Ona? Who has her? Who is they?”

“I don’t know yet, but she’s not home and they left a note.”

“Dear God.” Connor could hear Hank’s voice being momentarily muffled by the dragging of his hand over his face. “Come home, we cannot waste time.”

As Hank spoke, Richard appeared accompanied with the roar of the engine.

“On our way.” Connor hanged up.

——————

“It wasn’t the russians or the triads. Alessandro made a few calls, not them either.” Hank rubbed his temples. “The Manfreds are informed of this as well, they are giving us tech support. Markus is currently on the guest room with all the equipment, North is getting intel.”

“The Manfreds are trustworthy, but how can you be so sure the others aren’t lying?” Connor was pacing on Hank’s office, frown deepening.

“They aren’t that stupid. If they lie to my face, they know I can crumble everything they have built with a snap of my fingers.”

“Still…” Connor sighed.

“Besides, I went to Alessandro’s daughter wedding. You know how this man values that kind of things.”

“Father has a point. That man follows the code.” Richard piped in, leaning on the massive bookshelves behind Hank’s chair.

“Then, who?” Connor’s frustration only grew. The note stared at him, mocking him for not being able to solve this.

The phone rang, startling the three of them. Hank picked it up. His face blanched.

Richard stood straighter, having a very bad feeling about this. Hank put the call on speaker.

“She is such a pretty little bird, isn’t she?” The voice belonged to a male. Smooth, snobby. New. “Feisty too. She put up quite the fight.”

Connor’s blood froze, but he could feel the pure, unadulterated rage inside him about to spill. Richard’s hand twitched, the trembling from earlier returning.

“It seems you’re new in town.” Hank spoke before Connor exploded. They had to maintain a cool head about this. “And I get a feeling it’s quite useless to ask you where do you have her, am I right?”

“Correct! Two of two!” They could feel the nauseating grin coating every syllable.

“Then why don’t we all cut the crap and you tell us what is it that you want?”

“Oh, Mister Anderson. I want many things, you see.” The voice chuckled briefly. “Money, power, control. You know, the usual. But there’s something I desire the most right now, and it is to see the King dethroned. Time for new blood to step in, right?”

“Some big words for someone who has no manners and hasn’t even presented themselves.” Connor intervened. Hank gave him a look, pleading for him to not lose it.

“Oh! If isn’t this the prince. Which one, though? Connor? Richard? But oh yes, my bad. You may call us RA9.”

Richard’s knuckles were white, jaw clenched, and an overall hostile posture. This man was mocking them all while they got her locked in someplace.

“Well, as pleasant as this conversation has been, I must go attend other important matters. You’ll have some news soon. Farewell!”

The sound of the ended call dial filled the room. Hank stood up and went to the liquor cabinet, pouring a significant amount on a glass. He offered some, but only Connor took on his offer. Hank’s phone vibrated on his pocket. He took it out and read the message, brows raising.

“The good news is that Markus got the location of the call.”

“Where is it?” Richard’s growl didn’t take Hank by surprise. His eyes were filled with a burning determination.

“Somewhere near the docks, Markus is still working on the exact point, but we have a start.” Hank heard Richard let out a frustrated grunt, turning his back and stomping out of the office. He looked at Connor, taking a sip of his glass. “Better go with him before he hurts himself.”

Connor nodded, knowing how destructive he could get when frustrated and angry. Like a rabid dog yanking on its leash. Connor finished his drink in one go, grimacing at the burning sensation down his throat. It was oddly comforting.

“Don’t do anything stupid you too, son.” Hank’s voice had a softer note.

“I know, father. We won’t.” a sad smile briefly touched his lips as he turned around and left the office, going after Richard who was either in his room or the gym.

——————

As Connor expected, he found his brother on the gym furiously beating a punching bag. His lips were curled on a snarl, white teeth visible, as drops of sweat ran down his face and body. With a final roar, he delivered the last punch that surely would break a rib or two. Richard held the punching bag, panting and not looking at his brother. Connor walked to a nearby bench, sitting down and resting his arms on his legs. He noticed the red smearing on Richard’s knuckles.

“You know Ona wouldn’t like to see that.” He pointed at Richard’s hands.

Richard turned around, sorrow all across his face. Connor felt a pang in his heart and stood up, walking to his side. He took out a handkerchief and gently pressed it against the fresh wounds.

“I know I’m not her, but I won’t leave you bleeding.”

This gesture reminded them both of when they were children. Connor used to clean Richard’s wounds after a fight with another kid, and make him feel better later when he found him silently crying on one of his favourite hiding places.

“We will find her, Rich.” Connor’s voice was a whisper, but it felt loud in the empty gym.

“I will not rest until not even their ashes remain.” Richard was already thinking which tactical gear would he use, what knives to take with him that will help him cut them down like pigs.

Both brothers sat down on the bench Connor previously sat down. Richard rubbed his temples, sighing wetly.

“I’m afraid, Connor.” Connor knew how hard it was for Richard to express himself, to open up about his emotions and communicate them, even to his own brother, so he let him speak. “I’m afraid that she’s hurt and crying and alone, and… and frightened, too.”

“I know, Rich.” he felt the same dread too, the never-ending feel of desperation.

“What… what if after we rescue her, she doesn’t want to be around us anymore?” Richard looked at his brother, uneasiness all over his face. “What if she… she leaves. I would let her, I would do anything for her and I would never, ever, keep her where she doesn’t want to be. But…”

“I know. I’ve been thinking about it too. I also don’t want to be… lost.” They both knew what it meant. They were never alone, having each other and also Hank and Cole, but she felt like that missing piece inside them, like a fog clearing after so much time of uncertainness. “But Ona is strong, Ona knows, she’s not stupid, and she stayed by our side after all. Let’s give her the benefit of the doubt.”

Richard sighed, knowing Connor was right. Their sunshine was a strong-willed one and would not falter.

“C’mon Rich, let’s get that cleaned up and try to do something useful.”

Richard followed Connor out of the gym, determined to find the cockroaches nest and squash them all.

——————

The news came in the shape of a package on their doorstep.

Upon seeing its contents, Richard teared apart his bedroom. He flipped chairs, tables, smashed whatever object he had closer before heading to the gym where the punching bag surely had to be replaced. Connor was barking orders, calling all his contacts everywhere to gather more information.

Hank still felt his stomach turn at the sight of a piece of cloth, one of Ona’s favourite blouses, with blood on it and attached with another note.

“She screams in such a beautiful way, doesn’t she?”

The mere idea of her being hurt and bleeding made his own blood boil. At this rate he was going to join Richard in punching people and he really hadn’t done that in years. But he would be damned if he didn’t.

It was in the middle of lunch that Hank got another call. It was from Alessandro himself, telling Hank to meet him at the usual café they went when the two of then wanted to discuss important matters in a comfortable place; Alessandro owned the business and they had the best coffee Hank had the pleasure of drinking.

“Hank! Amico mio, how are you?” Alessandro offered his hand, patting Hank’s back when he took it.

“As good as one can be when your soon to be daughter-in-law gets kidnapped.”

Alessandro grimaced.

“I’m so sorry, Hank. I truly am. Please come with me. Also you said soon? When is the wedding?” Alessandro guided them into a secluded booth, away from people and coffee on its way.

Hank sat down with a sigh.

“They haven’t asked her yet. The boys have been planning and preparing for the perfect moment to do so.” Hank chuckled, thanking the waiter for the coffee. “You should have seen them, I never saw those two more insecure in their entire lives. But…” Hank stared down at his cup, frowning. “I’m afraid of what will happen if we don’t find her in time.”

“Hank, mio vecchio amico, I’m happy to have the information I managed to gather, then.” Alessandro leaned in, a small smile tugging his lips. Hank mirrored him.

“So?”

——————

Amanda was involved.

Hank was beyond enraged.

That wretched, foul woman turned a blind eye when this new organisation did something, even enabling and encouraging to hit weak spots of the other crime families, and of course warning them when there would be police raids.

She was so secretive about it, careful of not being followed… but Alessandro’s men where sharp. Anyone would know that something was off if you saw Mayor Stern in the slums, as she called them privately, and speaking in hushed tones. They took photos and notes of those encounters, and now Hank had enough evidence to blast off that harpy. He also had a lead on where to start knocking doors.

They were getting closer.

The third time ‘RA9’ contacted them was through another telephone call. Markus was already working on pinpointing the exact location of the call, as their men already checked the docks and effectively found activity in them. They were dodgy fuckers with insanely good defences, but Markus’ abilities with computers were beyond excellency.

It was hard for Markus to listen to this call in particular, feeling sick at the sound of the poor girl’s pained whimpers and shouts to leave her the fuck alone, but he couldn’t imagine what the Andersons must be going through. They had to endure the constant mocking, the jabs, their most beloved person in the world being tortured with God knows what methods.

He really hoped the Andersons would make them pay for this.

——————

Richard’s clothes were already covered in blood. He wiped clean his favorite knife on the sleeve of his newest victim, a sneer on his face. Connor was behind him, his gun already missing some bullets. They could hear shouts coming from the next room, the other one on their right being filled by North’s gun going off with her best men following her. Josh was tending those who were injured, making sure there weren’t any more losses. Hank was patiently waiting until the whole place was completely wiped out. It was better to leave the boys with this, to take out the frustration they had of this last week on the men who caused it. Hank had only one request, and it was that they left the mastermind behind this organisation in his hands. He left Cole with Simon, knowing the gentle and soft man was in fact one of the best assassins he ever saw, besides his own son Richard. Hank knew his youngest son was safe in his care.

Bullets passed over their heads and both brothers ducked behind a rusty maritime container. They shared a look and nodded at each other. Connor fired some bullets to distract their shooters, while Richard effectively sneaked around until he had a clear line to throw his knife. Their attacker went down with a wet, gurgling sound. Richard retrieved his knife after he disposed of the poor fool’s comrade who came to his aid, while Connor commanded his men to clean the place and follow them.

They went through doors and rooms, taking down whoever stood in their path, until they heard her.

She was shouting for them, screaming their names so they could know which way to go. She kept going on until her voice was muffled. Both brothers wasted no time. They followed the source of her voice as if they were being called by a siren.

The door to Ona’s cell was kicked open with the dead body of the goon guarding it falling with it. Everyone inside went still. Ona was on the floor, lip bloody and cheek bruised after biting the hand of the man who tried to make her shut up and the consequential blow she received for it. Her wrists were tied behind her tightly, knees scratched and her shoes missing. Her gaze was on the dark corridor outside, her hope increasing.

A silhouette appeared on the threshold, then a twin one joined it. Ona’s heart beat faster, knowing what this double effect meant. Richard stepped in first, oddly calm, but Ona knew he was calculating the most effective way to dispose of all the captors. The moment his eyes fell on her battered form, the moment that fake calmness transformed into rage. Connor must have seen her too, because the sound of Connor’s gun cocking set them all in motion.

The first one to approach them was met with a bullet on the exact center of his forehead, falling down in a bodily thump. Connor shot the other two on the right corner, first on the knee then on the head. He rejoiced on the pained shouts before their deaths. Richard took care of the left side, sprinting to grab the hand and arm of the closest one who was aiming at them. The guard shot to the ceiling, dust falling on their heads, until Richard twisted the gun out of his hand and broke his arm next. He kicked the goon’s guts with his knee, turning him around so Richard could wrap his arms around his throat and promptly break his neck with a sickening crack.

Surprisingly enough, one of the goons managed to jump on Connor’s back, trying to choke him as Richard did with his fallen comrade. Connor rarely got physical, but he could hold his own ground. Walking backwards, Connor threw himself to the wall, trying to shake the other man’s grip on him. He was succeeding, but the fool was persistent. The guard next to Ona sprung into action, but his plans on aiding his comrade were thwarted by Ona, making him trip on her leg. It fell down with a curse, spitting all kinds of insults aimed at the girl. Richard took that opportunity to headlock his next victim, who managed to hit him with a broken pipe, immobilise them and take his last knife and throw it to Connor’s adversary. Connor wasted no time and shot his last bullet to the organisation’s soldier on the floor, right through his head. With the last of them, Richard bodily threw the soldier on the floor and immobilised him, proceeding into a flurry of crunching punches. He took out his anger, his fear, his distress, everything out on him. He kept hitting until the man stopped moving.

Everything was silent sans Richard’s hard panting.

Connor walked over Ona and knelt in front of her. He lifted a trembling hand, thinking for a moment that this was just a dream and that he would wake up with a bittersweet taste on his tongue. He stopped inches before her skin, almost afraid, but Ona’s teary eyes and his whispered name made him take a deep, wet breath. Connor gently touched her cheek, thumb caressing her, and he felt all the pent up anger and adrenaline leave him. Without thinking it twice he wrapped her into his arms, embracing her tightly in them. They heard Richard get up, his steps coming closer. Ona felt his hand softly hold her wrists in place, and with a few tugs Richard cut the rope, freeing her arms.

Ona immediately wrapped her arms around Connor, burying her face in the crook of his neck. Richard knelt next to them, joining the hug, and Ona began sobbing while gripping the front of his blood-soaked shirt. When they managed to calm down a bit, Connor took his phone out and called Hank. Richard made Ona put her arms around his neck as he stood up, holding her in his arms bridal style. While Connor was busy with the call, Richard kissed her head.

Hank picked up at the first ring.

“We have her.” Connor could hear Hank mutter all kind of praises to the Lord.

“Is she okay?”

“I want Josh to take a look at her, but nothing broken at first glance.” Connor looked back at Richard and Ona, how gently he was holding her. He felt a sense of calmness he hadn’t felt for a week. “She’s safe.”

“Good. Bring her home, boys.”

——————

In the end, RA9 had vanished into thin air. But he left behind enough manila folders that incriminated Mayor Amanda Stern with all the criminal activities she was implicit. And with a note, of course.

“Lesson learned, I guess. One cannot defeat a King when said King is truly an Emperor. Accept my humble apologies with this little gift I left behind.”

In the following weeks, Hank was gathering everything he could, checking all the papers and photographs. He wanted solid proof so he could take Amanda down once and for all. It was personal vengeance since he knew this was because of his sons, but he would fight her back even if it was the last thing he did.

He looked out of his office windows in the mansion, a beautiful sunny day outside the garden. Hank spotted the lovebirds walking down to the swing seat gazebo under the oak tree, a tea already waiting for them on the table in front of it accompanied with sweets and pastries. They must have exchanged some words as Ona laughed and shrieked when Richard picked her up and carried her all the way to the swing seat, losing a shoe on the way. Connor picked it up and with his best impression of Prince Charming, he knelt right in front of her feet and put the shoe back on her foot.

Hank smiled, already knowing the answer to the question both brothers were going to ask her.

#dbh #detroit become human #rk800 #rk900 #hank anderson #cole anderson #amanda #rk800 x oc #rk900 x oc #rk800 x oc x rk900 #mafia au #ficlet #mius writes #ask #anon #Anonymous

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