#fandom: mha

[orittsu]

All the tags I use on reblogs:

[ddelline]

halcyon (and on and on)

work: halcyon (and on and on) fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | my hero academia rating: M relationship(s): bakugō katsuki/midoriya izuku character(s): ensemble cast (tagged on ao3) tags: post-canon | characters are pro heroes | getting together | slow burn | mha manga spoilers | aged-up character(s) | canon-typical violence

summary work:

Life began as a massive explosion, a blinding light. In contrast, Katsuki’s demise begins with a flour streaked counter, wilting green onions, and a bloodied kitchen towel. or: Katsuki falls in love, wages a war, and learns how to unearth a forest from behind trees without resorting to large-scale arson.

summary chapter:

The march towards death had begun with the most inane fucking single step, and here Katsuki is, feeling, like an idiot, and thinking: I knew I was fine dying for this asshole before I knew I was in dumb fucking love with him. Well, go figure.

ch 01 | the fall | here

[letsbreakhearts]

@musehotpot liked for a starter (picked your Dabi)

A life so dull, so purposeless, full of paranoia and unspoken struggles, he might as well cease to exist to save himself from his own troubles. Heroes sure never would come to save him after all. In a world where people always relied on others to solve the world’s problems, too many were overlooked in the process, left in the dust to fend for themselves.

Who would have guessed it were people like the league of villains that would greet him with open arms and not only give him a purpose but also the support he never had in his life. Inbetween their ranks he didn’t see himself as just a tool for the means, he saw all and each of them as his friends. Even though he had no former of the sort to compare them to, he still recognised the way he was treated here was way better than the rest of society ever could. His trauma and disabilities were not belittered. He was not seen as lesser, just because of that. His mistakes were not only forgiven, he also got the chances to make up for them. He truly felt like they cared for him and so did he for them.

So when Dabi started to put Hawk’s trustworthiness to the test, Jin had justified concern about his friend’s safety while doing so.

“I don’t know. Facing the current number two all on your own? What if it is a trap? Let me send a copy of you instead.”, Twice’s calm deep voice tried to reason with his team mate, arms crossed in front of his chest, only visualizing how closed off he was towards the idea of the deal with one of the top heroes.

As serious he had sounded one second however, the less his following fanboing seizure sounded when he high pitched announced “The number two on our side? Please get me an autograph, Dabi. Would you be so good, yeah? Pretty pleaseeee?”

[urfavepissesinantisshoes]

Bakugou Katsuki 💥

Bakugou Katsuki from My Hero Academia pisses in antis' shoes!

[ao3forme]

another scene from pez dispenser debris by thepolysyndetonaddictsupportgroup

this is... probably too long for this blog, but the whole scene is HILARIOUS and it JUST KEEPS GOING

Fave of course is Uraraka's saying with utter disgust "You two know nothing about breaking the law."

[uniicorns-arereall]

are you guys ever reading a good fic and then the author just adds a random terrible line and you just stare at it like this:

[mofsblog]

"This is some gay shit" Good. Silly. Fair enough. Doesn't inherently invalidate other interpretations of the relationship. Honestly yeah, it is kind of gay regardless of their canonical relationship status

"There's literally no platonic explanation for th-" WRONG!! KILLING YOU WITH AMATANORMATIVITY KILLING LOBSTERS 🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞

[spinatch]

tsuyu took ochako on a mall trip after this

inspo from this tweet lol

[vlair]

hi i love you *turns your ship into yuri*

[robinismywifesworld]

Why are all the 'x reader' fics I see mostly smuts? Don't get me wrong, they're great and all but I barely see any fluff or angst around here. I literally just want to feel things without the character lusting over the reader 😭

[catsoupki]

being pro-hero dynamight’s assistant has its perks.

well first-off, you’re treated like a human being! transferring from monoma and shindo’s agency was your best decision yet, here, you get your own office, a 2-hour lunch break, and 25 vacation days every year.

having dynamight as your boss is also great. he doesn’t make outrageous requests like “go refill the diffuser in my private bathroom” but, normal work stuff you signed up for.

and when you’re the assistant of a top-five hero, while there are a lot of things to do (shouto’s charity event, the met gala, his vogue interview, milan fashion week invitation, the tonight show attendance, oscar’s award ceremony yada yada yada) your job becomes fun.

but your work hours are still short and flexible, being in-office at 9:00 and out again at 5:00 means you get much more time to spend with your friends. while your own office is next to dynamight’s, it’s still open enough for his sidekicks to come chat.

so tell me why, at 8:30 pm, when your work hours have long been over, when the office is empty save for the janitor, you’re still there in your office, waiting for your boss to be back from his late patrol?

“tsk, told you not to wait for me,” his boots stomp down the hallway to where you’re seated. his mask pulled up onto his forehead, eyeliner slightly smudged from the humid night air. when he goes into his office, to change, to brush-up and grab his car keys, you begin to tidy up as well. close the lights, prepare tomorrow’s paperwork. “let’s go,” he says, back in his sweatpants and hoodie.

gosh you love your job.

[paperpoi]

old illustration i did for an mha zine like 3 years ago that i never posted </3

[ddelline]

(I) fear (this wip is driving me insane) friday

blurb | since we're likely not getting a whole DvK3 (even though I am still hope-pilled and holding out for The Conversation) in the epilogue I am writing it myself. well I mean, this is something I wanted to write the second we got to the first ch of the post-epilogue epilogue, but now it seems more fitting than ever. anyway it's ch 2/2 of a wound gives off its own light. I had a bit of writer's block until tonight and now I've written 4k of this, so here. will hopefully have this edited & posted by the end of the weekend, alt early next week. short n sweet but I'd rather not give 2 much away

premise | izuku controlling his heart (to the point where he goes overboard abt it bc he's so Damn Extra *okamoto nobuhiko voice*) and a recently emotionally cognizant bakugō no kacchan attempting to pry some emotion out of him w a crowbar

It’s the ironic scenario to end all ironic scenarios that brings them to a head.

It’s a Wednesday evening much like any other. They’ve been reintegrated into the class since a few weeks; helping with the relief efforts, Katsuki and his chafing full length arm brace and guilt, Izuku and his fuckass placid expression and lack of OFA. They’d broken the sort of-curfew for Uraraka, dumb rushing after a green-crackling Izuku from the recently settled UA campus up the ruined streets and lilting hill to the now-defunct Fortress Troy.

They’d settled afterwards much like the world expects of them, but not like Katsuki wants them to. He wants a chemical reaction. The tension and the spark; the event and the catalyst.

It had been nothing and everything as they filed into the common room after a long, sweaty, lid hammered down on top of feelings-day of clean up and damage control. And then it had been something, at the very tail end of the day.

They’d scoured the perimenter of the days' assigned cleanup sector, and come to a sudden still at the fence that, despite everything, still preceded the shallow forest and river that Katsuki wishes didn’t mark such a significant portion of himself.

Izuku ducked for the drooping metal-stitched fence like it was nothing, gaze cutting clear and unbothered across the sunset burnished-trees ahead.

Katsuki experienced a blackout until the moment when he’d felt himself crushing bone and tendon in Deku’s forearm, fingers wound so tight he hazarded they’d snap right alongside what he was attempting to grind to dust.

“Izuku,” he chalked out, hoarse and horrible.

“Kacchan?” Izuku quizzed back.

“This—” he cut himself off. “The river. This is where we—”

Izuku waited patiently. Nodded a little. He looked far ahead again. “Yeah. I’m glad it’s still in one piece. We used to come here a lot, didn’t we?”

Katsuki reared back. He didn’t want it to be a visceral reaction. But. “You don’t remember?”

Izuku tilted his head quizzically. “Remember what?”

Are you hurt? Can you stand?

He remembered the bright gurgle of a creak; the slosh, slosh, slosh of someone breaking through rushing water. Birds tweeting overhead; midday sun beating down across the width of little Katsuki’s shoulders. Shit.

“You really don’t remember?”

Izuku tilted his head. “I remember a lot of things.” A non-answer to a burning question. “We used to chase butterflies and collect bugs. I remember once when you almost dislocated your knee jumping from the branch of a tree. I thought it was so cool. Still kinda do.” He laughed. It was restrained; a polite show of remembering, more than it was the affected reaction to a cherished memory. It made Katsuki’s breath hitch, stomach squirm. “Kacchan sure always was amazing.”

Here is the kicker: Bakugō Katsuki is a changed man.

Well, he’s an enlightened brat. Still, he’s got something to show for that, so when he sucked his teeth and said, “Whatever,” it wasn’t because he was a repressed loser asshole. It was because there’d been a viscerally vivid memory at the fore of his mind—a core memory that’s shaped who he goddamn is from the age of four up till today, age sixteen—and its lead actor had just brushed it off. Intentional or not, it made something coil tighter in his sternum.

“Right,” he muttered and pushed ahead, even as his brain had been swimming with technicolor recollection and nauseous guilt.

Cut to a few hours later: they’d collectively decided to not shy away from the aftermath of the war. Being coddled isn’t gonna serve anyone, and anyway it’s so difficult to as much as step foot outside of Heights Alliance without catching a whiff of post-war debates and LoV post-mortems. The TV in the common room had been on low volume since the past half hour, reiterating some or other Western movie from yesteryear about clear-cut, black-and-white heroes and villains. It made Katsuki snort and feel derisive, but for the most part he tuned it out.

It was sort of difficult, though. Not for the first time, but it was certainly the first time he’d felt it hit so close to home. The forest, the river—Izuku either not remembering or blocking the memory out; it hit harder than he expected. Slumping down in the couch, still towelling his damp hair with one arm, seeing the top right of the screen flash with an impending mini-documentary about the rise of All For One and the era of nu age-villainy—

It unearthed something murky in his guts.

Katsuki’d become intimately aware of the fact that Izuku was perched on the edge of the couch then, looking a little tight in the edges but overall none the worse for wear. He’d towelled his hair dry much the same, a white strip of terrycloth slung over uncovered shoulders and rubbing absently across his neck. The TV swapped from credits to a montage of bleakly edited footage of a young Shigar—Shimura Tenko—stepping out of Kurogiri’s warp gate into USJ. Subtitles told Katsuki the narrator was speedrunning through a brief introduction, elaborating on the subject of the documentary as well as its primary subject: ‘Shigaraki Tomura: Devastating Anomaly or Causal Nexus?’

“Oh, sh—” exclaimed Kirishima, God bless and curse him. “We can change the channel, it’s not—”

“It’s okay, Kirishima-kun,” said Izuku quickly, interrupting whereas before he would’ve waited the sentence out. “It’s really okay.”

In hindsight, Katsuki’s not sure why he decided that that was well enough. Why that was the last straw. But it was. He’d waited it out for a bit, kept rubbing from the back of his neck up to the crown of his scalp with the towel, eyes flicking across the screen but unseeing. More of a crowd started to amass at a certain point; Kirishima, Jirō, Yaomomo, Hagakure and a slew of others joined him on the couch. Katsuki kept his gaze trained on the TV. Unseeing but following.

At commercial break he’d pushed off and up. Most gazes followed him up, but silently. Katsuki slung his towel around his shoulders, twisted sideways and paced the length of the couch. At the end he stooped low, care levels hovering between little to no fucks, and murmured by Izuku’s ear: “We’re gonna do this the hard way, huh?”

Izuku, to his discredit, looked bewildered. “We’re—huh?”

Katsuki clicked his tongue. “Ground Beta. After lights. Don’t be obvious. This isn’t a spectacle.”

Translation: this isn’t for the whole class.

He figured Izuku would understand.

He did.

[mewcharm]

rose stuns in new hero outfit

[ao3forme]

pez dispenser debris by thepolysyndetonaddictsupportgroup is one of my new favorite fics in this fandom for several reasons, but this headcanon about All Might's relationships with America is alone enough to cement it's place near and dear to my heart