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Tender touches

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World's Worst Wonder Duo 💚🧡 - #bkdk #dkbk #bkdkbk #bakudeku - #WWDHandsThatReach - One-shot, 3.2k words - Fluff, cuddling, bickering, requited crushes - Izuku and Katsuki wake up with missing memories after a party celebrating them becoming a hero duo, cuddling on the couch on their new office.

The spiky, white-gold tufts of his hair are unmistakable. He’s in the joggers and tank-top he wore last night. Izuku can feel the tangle of their legs along the length of the couch, the dead weight of Katsuki’s body resting atop his, the soft heat of his breath against his chest. He’s facing the back of the couch, closed eyes safe from the sun; his ear is against Izuku’s sternum, his cheek smushed up, face placid and sweet in sleep. 

Oh. 

Izuku hopes Katsuki is sleeping deep enough that he doesn’t hear how madly Izuku’s heart rattles around in his chest, that he doesn't feel Izuku staring at him. He's just so pretty.

On one hand: he should probably get up, start taking care of his horrendously hungover body. 

On the other hand: Izuku would rather lie here for the rest of time than interrupt Katsuki’s rest. It’s not that he’d be risking life and limb by trying to move out from underneath him, which he would, but he just… doesn’t want to. Rarely does he get to see Katsuki like this; rarely does Katsuki let him. It feels like an honor, to be able to hold him, to keep him safe, to be the literal place where he rests his head. 

The longer he thinks about it, the more emotional he gets. Katsuki trusts him. 

Either that or he was so drunk as to pass out wherever, but Izuku is going to go with the trust angle because it makes his heart ache in a really good way.

On the third hand: he really has to pee. - Read on AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/65440531

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Misfire ⚡️

- #bkdk #dkbk #bkdkbk #bakudeku - #WWDHandsThatReach - One-shot, 2.4k words - Panic, light angst, self-doubt, supportive Katsuki and Ochako

“Quit overthinking it,” Katsuki yells, touching down on the street at Ground Gamma. The warm spring afternoon looks beautiful on him, even as he’s sweaty and scowling in his hot-weather costume. “You know how to do this, nerd! Get out of your head!”

Years-old muscle memory is coming back to Izuku, but it still feels like he needs to shake the dust free, brush off the cobwebs. He wobbles midair before dropping heavily to his feet. The thrusters on the bottom of his boots automatically click off. “I think I’m thinking just as much as I need to,” he snaps, grabbing the hem of his cape and using it to wipe at his face.

Training with his new suit is going… well, it's going.

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Written for the Worst Wonder Duo discord's Hands That Reach prompt week!

Read on AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/65395981

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cross the line with me (for me) 🏚 - #bkdk #dkbk #bkdkbk #bakudeku - #WWDHandsThatReach - One-shot, 3.3k words - Vigilante Deku AU Pro-Hero Dynamight is on what should be an easy mission when he smells that familiar cold-sharp tang of ozone and something hits the side of his face with the force of a freight train.

Vigilante Deku, Katsuki’s ex-partner, ex-best friend, ex-lover, has been operating in the shadows, unapprehended, for an entire year. He shows up at the least convenient time, insisting that the villain Katsuki’s just taken down is a pawn in a case he's trying to crack.

“I can’t let you take him,” Deku says quietly.

Tires squeal on wet asphalt. A door clicks open, slams closed. The police are just around the corner.

“And I can’t let them take you,” Katsuki says, heart in his throat.

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Written for the Worst Wonder Duo discord's Hands That Reach prompt week!

Read on AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/65370250

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The Space Between 🤕 - #bkdk #dkbk #bkdkbk #bakudeku - #WWDHandsThatReach - One-shot, 2.4k words - Hurt/comfort, cuddling, fluff - The aftermath of the final battle finds Izuku in the hospital, recovering from his wounds and learning how to deal with the nightmares that haunt him.

Luckily Katsuki is metaphorically in the same boat, and physically in the same bed. Sometimes it helps to just cuddle it out.

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Now, in the middle of the night, Izuku gasps awake and Katsuki is already there, parking his IV pole next to the end table, pulling up the sheets, and slipping into bed with him. 

In the dim moonlight coming through the window, Izuku stares. Katsuki’s hair is in wild disarray and his loose, formless hospital clothes are twisted up beneath his back brace and there’s even a bit of dried drool on his chin, and he’s still the best thing Izuku has ever seen.

“Breathe, ‘Zuku,” Katsuki mumbles, clearly still mostly asleep as he tries to make himself comfortable. A near-impossible feat lately, what with all of the machinery and bandages and pain.

“M’fine,” Izuku exhales. 

He’s breathing: he’s fine.

Katsuki’s eye closes as soon as his head hits Izuku's pillow. There’s a joke here about him sleepwalking and wanting to sleep with Izuku even in his dreams, but Izuku is struck silent with gratitude that Katsuki is here at all. Just a few days ago he’d been lying on the ground, a gaping hole in his chest, exposing his vulnerable, unmoving heart, and he’d been–he’d–

“Thinkin’ too loud. Lay down.”

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Read on AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/65341948

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An Unexpected Lesson 😤 - #bkdk #dkbk #bkdkbk #bakudeku - #WWDHandsThatReach - One-shot, 3k words - After weeks of conflicting schedules and last-minute cancellations, Katsuki has finally found time to visit Izuku's classroom as an assistant for the day. They're on the practical portion of their aerial defense lesson, so Katsuki's job is to put the kids through their paces.

He didn't expect to learn something from the lesson: he's absurdly jealous of the stupid brats, who get to see his boyfriend more than he does, and who bloom under the glowing light of Izuku's sunny attention.

Written for the Worst Wonder Duo discord's Hands That Reach prompt week!

Read on AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/65313757

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A Sweet-Dream Charm 😴 - #bkdk #dkbk #bkdkbk #bakudeku - #WWDHandsThatReach - One-shot, 7.6k words - Fluff, cuddling, even more fluff - Five times throughout their lives that Izuku and Katsuki shared a bed and talked about their dreams and fears, and one time they didn't hate it.

Written for the Worst Wonder Duo discord's Hands That Reach prompt week!

Read on AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/65274166

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A Birthday Homecoming 🎂 - #bkdk #dkbk #bkdkbk #bakudeku - One-shot, 5.7k words - Katsuki doesn't much care about his birthday, but that doesn't mean he'd like to be alone for it. They’d only been officially dating for a few weeks when Izuku was called away to be smart and brilliant and amazing at some conference in America. While he’s gone, Katsuki receives a series of birthday surprises throughout the day that make Izuku's absence a little more bearable.

By the time Kirishima nearly kicks his door down to drag him to lunch with the squad, Katsuki is feeling thoroughly seen and known and loved and is incredibly cranky about it.

And then he receives his last surprise at 11:42 PM and decides his birthday sucks in the best way possible.

Read at AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/64864126

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alwqys grabbing each other

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Shut Up and Drive 🏍️⚙️ - #bkdk #dkbk #bkdkbk #bakudeku - Ch 2/11, 6.2k words - Katsuki needs to set a boundary between himself and Midoriya, the support nerd he's assigned to protect: they're not friends, and they're certainly not anything more, no matter what his traitorous body wants

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Shut Up and Drive 🏍️⚙️

- #bkdk #dkbk #bkdkbk #bakudeku - 4.6k words, one-shot! - Katsuki's new assignment: protect a support nerd from I-Island. It should be easy, except Midoriya rides a kickass motorcycle and is built like he could crush Katsuki’s head between his thighs. - Oh no, he's hot

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Sleeping

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begin as you mean to go on

Fifteen minutes until midnight. 

Katsuki sits on the edge of a rooftop, still in his hero costume, with the most beautiful view of the city before him. The tangled, weaving streets so far below are dressed and ready for the New Year festivities: every tree in sight is covered in twinkling lights, every door and storefront is decorated with a straw wreath or a pine branch ornament, every temple lit up gold. It’s a stunning display of color and tradition. Katsuki takes a deep breath of cold air as he admires the view.

It’s certainly been a year. Those three seconds of reflection are all that he will allow himself. Acknowledge it and move on; that’s what he likes about the New Year. It’s about leaving all his bullshit in the past. No making wishes or resolutions, just one second changing to the next and a whole new year stretching out ahead of him. A blank slate. Nothing holding him back.

Of course, some things refuse to be left behind.

A strange, high-pitched buzz catches his attention somewhere to his left. He expects maybe a strange firework, or a civilian using their quirk for celebration, or–

Well, whatever he expected, it certainly wasn’t Midoriya Izuku in his brand new hero suit, flying through the city. Katsuki is familiar with the suit design–hell, he’d given his input for some of the mechanics and funded the damn thing–so he knows what it looks like, but seeing Izuku actually wearing it, noticing the glowing lights threaded through the activated panels and curving against his body, watching the achingly familiar way Izuku moves through the air… it takes his breath away.

Katsuki blinks, and Izuku grows closer, closer, closer. Katsuki blinks, and there he is, the smiling idiot, hovering just a few feet ahead, the thrusters in his suit firing, buzzing, holding him aloft.

After an interminable silence, wherein the two of them simply stare at one another, Izuki clears his throat and rubs at the back of his neck. His smile slips. A plastic shopping bag that’s hooked around his elbow sways with his movement. “Hi, Kacchan.”

Katsuki pulls his eye mask down around his neck. “What are you doing here?”

“Um, Kirishima said you were on patrol tonight. I, um… I may have bribed him to tell me where I could find you,” Izuku says. He offers the shopping bag. “I brought snacks?”

Sighing–mostly for show, partly because he’s not sure if this is a good idea–Katsuki jerks his head to the side to motion the nerd to sit down. Heart in his throat for more than one damn reason, he watches carefully as Izuku wobbles mid-air, struggles to find his balance as he turns, and mostly falls on his ass onto the edge of the roof. As soon as Izuku’s close enough, Katsuki reaches out and grabs a fistful of his stupid yellow cape in case he starts to fall off of the fuckin’ building.

“Whew! I think I need more practice,” Izuku laughs, dropping his snack bag to the rooftop behind them. His suit quiets down.

Katsuki huffs. He feels lightheaded. “Ya think? I’m gonna have to up my heart medication at this rate, moron.”

“Ahh, sorry, Kacchan! I didn’t mean to scare you–”

“I wasn’t scared!”

“–but here, this should help,” Izuku says, scooting closer, closer, closer, until they’re touching ankle-knee-hip. The proximity does help–Izuku’s suit is putting off enough heat to combat the frigid cold–but the press of their legs and the playful bump of their boots as Izuku swings his feet in the air make things nigh unbearable. Instead of moving away, Katsuki stays where he is because he’s apparently a masochist. 

They watch the world move through the illuminated city below them. Neither of them talk, though it seems like Izuku has something he wants to say. He keeps opening his mouth and then closing it, taking a breath, squeezing his gloved hands into fists, fidgeting with the torn hem of his cape–until finally, his whole body stills. He blurts, “I’m sorry I’m late.”

Katsuki glances at his phone. “Not midnight yet.”

“No, Kacchan.” Slowly, carefully, Izuku reaches over and takes Katsuki’s hand, squeezes it between both of his own, and then places Katsuki’s gloved palm over his chestplate and holds it there. The traitorous heart in Katsuki’s chest trips. It starts to beat double-time when Izuku looks up at him with those damned green eyes, luminous in the city lights, and says, “I’m sorry I’m late.”

Instead of ripping his weak, weak heart out and straight-up offering it to Izuku, he tells himself to get a fuckin' grip and consider things for longer than a second.

Three seconds, at most. That's how long he spent reflecting on the past year: that's how long he'll give to the one that's to come.

Besides, he's always known what he wants. 

Clearing his throat of the damn emotions that have lodged themselves in his windpipe, Katsuki feigns a cool calm. He makes a fist with the hand on Izuku's chest and knocks heavily on the armor, one-two. “Seems you’re still on time.”

Tears gather in Izuku’s eyes. “Am I?”

Katsuki shrugs. He looks at his phone again just to play up the joke. “Two minutes left.”

“Kacchan,” Izuku groans. He shifts so that he’s straddling the edge of the roof, facing Katsuki, and tips forward. He digs his forehead into Katsuki’s shoulder. A gust of wind and a rush of music from below almost drown out his words: “Don't be mean. I know what you're doing.”

It’s simple enough for Katsuki to lean his head to the side, to rest his cheek on the wild mess of Izuku’s hair, to breathe him in, the mint of his shampoo and the metallic ozone of his suit. For so many long, long years now, Katsuki has kept his distance in order to protect himself, but he never managed to let go of the deepest ember of hope for… this.

Just this.

“Kacchan?” Izuku whispers.

“Hmm.”

Izuku looks up. His face is right there, right there: even in the middle of the night, there’s enough city light to see the countless stars of his freckles, the ridges of the scar below his eye, the way he’s growing closer, closer, closer.

Katsuki shivers. “What are you doing?” 

“It’s the new year,” Izuku murmurs, eyes travelling a winding path around Katsuki’s face, ending, inevitably, on his mouth. The words are almost brushed across Katsuki’s lips, he’s so close. “What’s that saying? ‘Begin as you mean to go on.’”

Which means–it means–

“I want to kiss you, Kacchan,” Izuku says. “Not only right now–all year long, all the years long. Can I? Please?”

“Not if you’re gonna be so damn polite about it–”

Whip-quick, those big gloved hands cup Katsuki’s cheeks and yank him into a kiss. Katsuki immediately reaches for Izuku’s waist, his neck, tilts his head to lick into Izuku’s mouth. Unsurprisingly, Izuku kisses like he does everything else: with enthusiasm, and focus, and a casual disregard for his own safety. He kisses like he doesn’t care to breathe, like they’re not teetering on the edge of a very tall building, like biting Katsuki’s lip doesn’t make Katsuki want to bite him back bloody.

They kiss, and when Izuku moans into Katsuki’s mouth, it feels like freefall, wild and exhilarating. They kiss, and all the temple bells in the city start ringing.

Gasping, Izuku pulls away. “Happy New Year, Kacchan.”

Oh.

Katsuki was wrong, earlier. The most beautiful view of the city is here, on this rooftop, right now: Izuku, pink-cheeked, lit from below, his hair a mess from flying, his lips freshly kissed and smile-soft.

Begin as you mean to go on, he thinks; he says, “You got any plans after this?”

Izuku’s smile widens. “To stay here and watch the sunrise with you?”

“You gonna make it worth my while?”

The little hum that Izuku makes is low, suggestive, addictive. He leans forward as if to wrap an arm around Katsuki, but then keeps going, far enough to reach the plastic bag he’d dropped onto the rooftop earlier. “Snacks!”

At Katsuki’s exasperated eye roll, Izuku bursts into laughter. His giggles ring brighter than the bells singing throughout the city, louder than the love pounding soft and steady through Katsuki’s heart. He keeps laughing even as Katsuki smacks a hard kiss to his lips and grumbles, “Happy New Year, nerd.”

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Crossposted to AO3 and bluesky!

Happy New Year!! ♥

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Many Small Steps 💍 - 19k words, complete! Part 2 of a series - Izuku and Katsuki get married on their lunch break and immediately forget to tell anyone. Oops. Or, how their friends and family find out. - fluff, humor, so much love, making out in a hot car~

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Final chapter of Sugar Cookie Sweet 🍂 - #bkdk #dkbk #bakudeku - Ch 4/4, 8k words - 33k words total - complete! - just... so much fluff, all the fluff - written for @fluffvember2024.bsky.social

(Crossposted to bluesky.)

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Here, some bakudeku

Sorry for never posting! So damn busy with projects but enjoy this crumb lol

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Chapter 3 of Sugar Cookie Sweet 🍂

- #bkdk #bakudeku - Ch 3/4, 10k words - updates Sundays! - oops all fluff, lots of teasing, lots of almost kissing, lots of Tension - written for @fluffvember2024.bsky.social