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hetaliacrusader · 3 years ago

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Okay so...’

I know I could be opening a whole can of worms here and I would like to say from the very beginning that I am not trying to offend anyone. I would just like to come to terms with something. It makes me curious.

My Hero Academia as we know is wonderful, Lovely and exciting. It has the action, the drama, the heart felt moments. But really gets me is this. Has anyone ever questioned that- they are still children??? I’m not trying to be offensive to anyone on here but it boggles my mind. At fifteen I was thinking about making passing grades in highschool and worried if I could make friends- Not learning how to kill things.

It just seems like there is a lot of emotional trauma that isn’t being touched up on at all. I always saw fifteen as a time where I was still very dependant on my parents ( it could be different for everyone. I’m not trying to put anyone ina category. We are all different. ). If I got into a fight my mom was the first I spoke too. If I wanted to learn a life lesson I spoke to my mother. I learned about real world problems but at that age didn’t think of them. I always saw myself as a child still- Or better said- a young adult.

All I could think about was getting my license and getting a car.

I love My hero academia to bits! And would not change it all! So this isn’t me ranting about how terrible it is! Not at all! I love it. I accept that fantasy is fantasy. So its not that important and all that- BUT! I would like to reach out to the My Hero Academia fandom and ask for some fanfiction recommendations please?

Maybe ones that touch up on these subjects-

1. That they are young and that trauma is going to happen to them.That there is a lot being forced on kids who are still growing up. Maybe a teacher steps in and says enough is enough. Maybe Aizawa or even Allmight. I’m not picky.

2. A fanfiction where the trauma is happening and is too much to handle. Maybe a fanfiction that talks about self harm and ptsd. Something that doesn’t dust it under the rug. Something that speaks about suicide and depression.

3. This one is just a request in general. Does anyone? ANYONE! Have any fanfictions where Bakugo is actually affected by the sludge? Like.. Maybe mental awareness. Or ptsd from it?

Like I said. I love the manga and wouldn’t change it a bit- thats why we have fanfiction.

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hetaliacrusader · 3 years ago

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A: Appetite ~ Prussia x Reader

It was the gauntlet of all men.

The warrior in every grease bubble that popped as it fried in the pan.

Fried. Boiled. Buttered and split. Sandwiched- souped. Anything and everything could make a wurst a wurst. At least in the German brother household. Almost everyday the smell filled the air- that and their beloved potatoes. Although Name loved both foods just as equally- she couldn’t yet place how her husband and his little bruder could go through a whole bag of them in just one lunch sitting.

She frowned and tousled her hair as she stared at the empty fridge.

Sure she knew they were men, and they tended to eat more. But she couldn’t wrap her mind around how they could eat the whole thing. Ludwig, maybe. He was big bulky and strong. Muscles popped out of his very neck- Gilbert on the other hand… As much as she loved him- As much as she adored her albino husband, He was not to the same caliber as Ludwig. He was skinny and almost lanky- He had muscle and basically not a lick of fat on him. But it wasn’t like Luds Muscle. Gilbert would take off his shirt and you could see his abs and his ribs all in one go- so how in gods green earth did they-

“Ah Allo Name.’

Her thoughts were snapped to attention when her brother in law walked in. She was about to ask him her thoughts when she noticed his attire. Sweaty tank top- shorts and tennis shoes. She arched a brow at him only to yelp when her husband came barreling through the kitchen door- panting but laughing as he always did.

“Shiesse! Dur fast…” He laughed and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His platinum blonde hair stuck to his forehead and the back of his neck in a nasty slick- His clothes were sweaty but not like Luds. Her husband was much more covered then his brother- probably because it was a sunny day out- and Name would put money on the fact that Gilbert probably didn’t put any sunblock on.

Of course.

His outfit consisted of a long sleeved shirt- one runner’s would use. So the cloth was probably thin, But under it contained an even thinner shirt which covered his neck like a turtle top. He was wearing shorts- but had black bands around his knees. He was wearing running shoes as well which was a little odd for her. He loved his combat boots or his fancy dress shoes just as much as Ludwig did- they had some similarities that always threw her for a loop.

Gilbert kept panting and actually placed two hands behind him on his lower back. He gasped for a second and then leant forwards- sweaty hair now dangling towards the floor freestyle. Beads of sweat dribbled off and splashed on the floor for none to hear unless their ears were that good. It was silent- which was rare for Gilbert admittedly. Then Gilbert jerked up fast and held out an open hand- to which Ludwig tossed him an ice cold water bottle from the fridge. It was gone in a matter of seconds.

Gilbert swiped his hand across his mouth one last time and then wrinkled up his nose. He sniffed the sleeve of his shirt, tossed the bottle, and then made a beeline upstairs. His running shoes hit the stairs in an even pattern. It left her standing there with Ludwig who was also finishing up a water bottle. Okay… She knew they worked out and all but this was a little newer. She didn’t even know Gilbert was out of bed already- He WAS NOT a morning person.

“So.. You guys are running now?” Ludwig looked a bit confused, “ Ve always run..”

‘...But not in the morning?” She pointed out as she grabbed a cup from the cupboard and poured herself a cup of hot coffee. She was going to fry up a wurst for breakfast- like a good southern breakfast- but that was shot down when she noticed there wasn’t any.

“Ah…Ja. Vell. Weather changes. I also tend to be too busy in the evening to vork out anymore und Gilbert has been vanting to join back in for a vhile.”

‘....Your not telling me my husband is out of shape are you?” He grinned, “ Not in so little vords. Nein..” He chuckled, grabbed a cup of coffee as well and sat down, sweat and all. She was sure he was itching to shower sas well- Ludwig and Gilbert were known for their OCD, “ Although, if du vere to zay he vas, I vouldn’t correct du.” His grin was cheeky and knowing. Sometimes it was so hard to tell he and Gilbert were related in anyway. Ludwig was up every morning on the dot, dressed and sparkly and just ready for life's problems. Gilbert acted like you tried to shoot him in the middle of war and was ready to sentence you to death if you woke him up before he was ready. People always said Gilbert was a demon or a trouble maker along those lines- and Name hated every time they said such things- But in the mornings? It was sadly true. You never woke up someone who had insomnia. It was like asking for a public skinning in the square.

Ludwig was always soft spoken and listened. Gilbert listened but then laughed as loud and as hard as he could and THEN gave you advice.

There were times she saw it though. Like right now- With Ludwig grinning cheekily like Gilbert did all the time, Or when she walked in the library and there was her husband. He would have his reading glasses on as he thumbed through a book that was in a language she couldn’t and probably would never understand. He spoke many languages. Read almost every book he got his hands on. He was a strategy genius, and yet he goofed off and grinned. Laughed and posed. Flirted and bragged. If only the people who were ready to judge saw the Gilbert she saw.

The gentle one. The worried one. The scared one. The broken one. The unsure one…

The insecure one.

“He’d be so offended.” Name laughed and sipped her coffee. The welcoming bitterness clouded her senses which led to her muscles relaxing.

“Oh Ja. I can hear it now… What do du mean I um out of zhape? I um zhe vne vho put du in zhape, and don't du forget it!” He grinned as he tried his darndest to imitate his brother. It was again times like this that reminded Name he was indeed related to Gilbert. They were just about to laugh when Ludwig got a sharp smack to the back of his head. It seems as if Gilbert had taken a very fast shower and was now glowering down at his little brother.

“ Und don’t forget it.” He smiled, almost too sharply down at Ludwig- But the younger returned the look and Name swore she saw sparks as their fight for authority continued. And just like that- after Lud got shifty and looked away- did it all settle.

“MEINE LIEBE!” She felt two arms wrap around her from behind. Her face blossomed into a smile and her hands touched his own, “Vhy aren’t du eating meine frau?” He glanced down at the spot in front of her and frowned. She could only roll her eyes, “ Du have to eat to get dur strength. Du know zhis. Nozhing iz more healthy..”He looked down at her and frowned, but his bottom lip jutted out in a pout and she couldn’t help herself from chuckling.

“ Well. I was going to eat a wurst but they were all gone. Even though I bought some two days ago. Tell me… How can you and your brother eat a whole bag of them in one day?” She looked at her humored.He frowned and met her gaze.

“...Du only bought one bag? Du never do zhat here. Du always buy at least five…..But zhats okay! Du didn't’ know. Zo zhe everly cool me- dur amazing husband… iz going to go get zome more.’ He grinned- not catching how she gawked at him.

“Five?!?” She echoed but he was already tugging on some combat boots- grabbing some car keys and out the door in a flash. She heaved a heavy sigh. Sometimes she couldn’t even catch up with him…

But again…

“Five…?” She whispered and massaged her brow as Ludwig glanced at her and leaned back in his chair.

“ Vell. Ve du vork out alot. Ve vork up a big appetite everytime ve do- and despite how he looks- bruder almost puts back more zhen I do..” he grinned but sat up and washed out his coffee cup. Name couldn’t think straight now and was now rubbing her temple with a confused look on her face.

“...Gilbert…eats more… then you..?” “Ja.. But du can’t blame him veally.’ He watched her as if debating if he should say anything or not. But something on his face said he was going to tell her whether he wanted to or whether she wanted him to or not. He opened a cabinet and grabbed a skillet before grabbing the eggs out. Sense his brother was getting wurst he would fix them all a nice hearty breakfast. Plus he and Gilbert were probably starving from their run.

“Vhen I vas sehr klein…I had a lot of developing to do. Und food was… harder to come by back zhen. It wasn’t just food. It was financial support. Gut leaders… zhe vorks. Bruder- who had a harder life zhen mein own- vanted me to have a better vne. Zo.. He sacrificed alot for me. Including food. He vas already zmall- because being a knight isn’t easy for anyone. He hasn’t told me much of his childhood except zhe exciting ztories- but du and me both know bruder is stubborn and probably vent zhrough more zhen ve like to admit. He was considered zmaller zhen zhe rest and thinner. Muscler from var and fighting- but no fat. Prussia vent zhrough many food shortages- und zhe knights traveled sometimes for days without food. He’z zhorter zhen me because of it. He is thinner zhen me because he gave all zhat he had to me. I sometimes vonder if he eats a lot because he is ztarved after all zhese years- or…” He trailed off. But it was unspoken and they both knew what he was trying to say.

He eats a lot because he's really hungry- or because he doesn’t know when the next meal is going to be…

“I think he knows things are a lot better than what you had back then- maybe it's his body catching up with years of lack of nutrition…” “..Could be.” Ludwig smiled as he started to crack eggs open. She watched him curiously before getting up and grabbing the ingredients for pancakes as well. The tall blonde looked at her a bit dubiously- and her lips turned upwards into a small.

“...Well…Sense you two have big appetites..” He smiled.

And some sort of understanding passed between them.

But…Something else rang tried and true in her mind.

Gilbert didn’t just have a big appetite for food.

He had a big appetite for love.

And that was the most important one of all.

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