#he gets extra limbs and heads cuz robot!!!!!

[steamedlotusroot]

cyberpunk AU where resurrected nezha becomes a cyborg after uploading his soul onto an android body

[proheromidoriyashouto]

Izuku both has AND fakes a quirk AU

where he goes off into the woods by himself to escape his bullies and finds the prone form of BT-7274 post Titanfall 2′s ending.

Unbeknownst to himself, Izuku has an undiscovered quirk “Techno-Empathy“ which allows him to emotionally bond with, and control machinery dependent on the existing capabilities of the machinery in question. His is essentially an empathic ability but only for Artificial Intelligence which are not exactly things that children tend to encounter in their day-to-day. He doesn’t realize that’s all it really does.

BT-7274 appeared before him in a flash of light, and far too curious and lacking in self-preservation at ~8 years old he went to investigate the robotic figure. He falls into the open chassis which triggers BT’s re-activation. Not to spoil Titanfall 2 but for Reasons, the mech is unaware of it’s origins and purpose aside from three protocols that appear on the HUD:

Protocol 1: Link to Pilot

Protocol 2: Uphold the Mission

Protocol 3: Protect the Pilot

Izuku’s quirk has finally come into contact with an AI and he has no idea how to use it and he’s struck by the disorientation and confusion already present but renewed by both of them at this connection. He’s hardly aware he’s saying things he knows but has never known, not-thoughts as the titan tries to reboot and re-establish... a neural link? He has no sense of time or self, and yet hears his own voice saying,

��BT... link authorization to new pilot... Link Bravo-Tango-Seven-Two-Seven-Four. ” and why he feels like he’s said that before at the same time. On the HUD in front of him he sees “PROTOCOL 1: LINK TO PILOT” appear as well as a mechanized voice saying, “Establishing neural link.“ as streaks of green obscure his vision and he briefly whites out.

Izuku is overwhelmed and in a daze, and he’s afraid, so afraid until- Trust me. He... already did? Does? The moment he can see again, a tired and sorrowful voice, very far away in his head pleads, Take care of him. He feels more than hears a responding, I will, and a long pang of... grief? Though he isn’t sure who, if anyone, is saying that.

“Neural link established. Izuku Midoriya you are now confirmed as Acting Pilot of BT-7274.“

But wait it gets good. Everyone and their grandma saw this flash of light, right? So a crowd forms and enters the woods looking for the source of the phenomenon including Inko and Bakugou, and all are surprised when this huge machine walks out of the woods before they can start. The chassis opens and Izuku waves at everyone, proclaiming that its okay, its his quirk! He finally got one! And the misunderstanding is that his quirk summoned a mech for him which he is emotionally connected to, and no one is able to disprove it or make him realize that his quirk is merely a bond and not the ability to summons highly-armed and protective combat mechs from another dimension or whatever.

Seriously, think of him strolling out of the trees in a 40-ton, self-aware military tank he controls with his heart (polite requests) that’s standing over everyoneBakugou like Who’s going to be the best hero now, Kacchan?

Inko is torn between relief and terror - he’s okay but holy shit is that a rail gun?! The result working out to BT essentially becoming Izuku’s constant companion when possible. He can’t be at the school since Izuku takes a train and BT is simply too slow to keep up, and heavy to possibly ride the train. He’s prohibited from going anywhere Izuku isn’t by law enforcement since, you know. The chaingun. The missiles. The illegal quirk usage.

Un(fortunately) they have to make exceptions for them as Izuku has no way of storing BT away someplace and is thus “always using his quirk” through no fault of his own. It’s treated like a... mutation of sorts since he is linked to BT and therefore he can be considered a “part of Izuku” like other mutations’ extra limbs or what have you in the eyes of the law. They also register BT as “support gear” given his mechanical nature just to cover all the bases. Izuku goes everywhere he can with BT, riding on his shoulder and talking to someone who will always listen, resplendent in the knowledge that he did have a quirk after all even if he’s unaware of the falsehood he’s living and perpetuating. He doesn’t find out the truth about his quirk, or BT’s true origins, until much, much later.

(I have WIPs and yet I do this. Acting Pilot Izuku AU. OFA? Yes, later tho cuz I just thought of something. Tododeku, Tenya x BT brotp robot shenanigans)

[sleepykalena]

YASAAAASSSSSSSS. Cassian to Jyn for the writing prompts: 47. "When I picture myself happy… It’s with you.” pretty please and thank you! *triangulation salute*

“When I picture myself happy…it’s with you.”

Jyn eyed Cassian incredulously.

“Cassian, that’s a beer bottle.”

“I KNOW!” Cassian burst out, leaning back on the bar stool. “ButI’m so happy tonight, cuz thisalcoholssogoooood” he slurred. He poundedhis fist down at the bar in pure satisfaction at the last couple of syllables,but even Jyn couldn’t figure out how many words that was supposed to cover.

She smirked and looked forward as she took another swig of her own drink. Shewas glad to see him having a good time, and felt a deep sense of satisfactionknowing that she can now hold it over his head about what a lightweight he’sbecome since school demanded all his time and attention. It really was great tosee him smiling again after school and work had beat him down so much. Thefatigue in his eyes from this morning had disappeared completely as he lovinglycaressed his beer bottle and pressed the cool glass up to his cheek forcomfort.

Still though, that History of Intelligence Extraction Techniques class wasbrutal.

“Man, FUCK these guys, no one ever passes this stupid class, whichmeans-” he startled Jyn by grabbing her arm with one hand for emphasiswhile raising his other hand with the beer, “-either we’re all dumbfucks,or Draven can’t teach for shit! I’mma awesome student, it’s probly hizz fault!Stupid Draven.” He finally took another swig of his beer.

Jyn tried as hard as she could not to snort. She offered to take him out for drinksand snacks after she walked in on him looking crest-fallen at the final grades postedon his student account. It seemed to cheer him up a lot, but she suspected hejust needed company from someone other than his robotic housemate, Kay, whosupposedly passed Draven’s class with the “A” Cassian so badly wanted.

“’F all I’m worth is a C, may as well say ‘fuck it’ an’ live’little, right?! Like a ‘C’ student does.” She watched Cassian gulp down somemore of his beer.

This was Cassian’s first-ever “C” grade. Jyn didn’t have theheart to tell him that it still meant he passed the class and wouldn’t have totake a class with Draven ever again.“‘msssoooo pissed I gotta takehimagain nessstyear like how do you get somany classes t'teach when you’re sooooooo shitty anyway?!”Oh. Well then.Jyn gestured to the bartender for another round of shots and slid one toCassian.“Another shot!” she said. “For the future.”Cassian grabbed the shot glass a little too enthusiastically and let some ofthe vodka dribble down the inside of his wrist. Noticing this he brought hishand closer to his face and sloppily licked up and down his forearm at thedrippings. Jyn gulped at the sight and wondered just how long his tongueactually was.She quickly grabbed her shot to avoid detection and raised the glass. “Tothe future,” she declared and nodded.“FUTURE!” he exclaimed belatedly. Their glasses clinked and Cassianthrew his shot back with no hesitation. He shook his head wildly withsatisfaction, slamming the shot glass down at the bar, and Jyn noticed themovement of his tousled brown hair. It now looked extra fluffy after all thetimes he’s run his hands through it tonight in frustration.She wondered vaguely how the hair would feel between her fingers- if they’d besoft as a child’s or rougher from sweat from being out all day.If he weren’t in such a drunken state, she might have actually dared toinvestigate.Jyn shook the thought out of her head and shot a cheesy grin at Cassian.“Alright buddy, I think you’ve had enough. Let’s get you back home beforeyou pass out at the bar cuz I can’t carry your dead ass back to yourplace.” She put a few bills in a dry glass and raised it to the bartender.The bartender nodded once and turned back to her other drinks.Jyn turned back to Cassian and found him pouting at her. His lips werenaturally thin but, like this, she felt like a kid staring through a candy shopwindow, and his lips were her favorite candies on display.Dear god, he needed to stop that.“But the night is young!” He whined, swaying a little on the stool.“It’s 1:30 in the morning, the bar’s gonna close soon anyway.”“I barely started drinking!”She crossed her arms. “That’s exactly the problem, you’ve had only 2 shotsand that beer you’ve been caressing,” she retorted with a raised eyebrow.“’S always room for moreeee,” Cassian said. His voice rang withresistance but his body knew better as he attempted to get off the bar stoolregardless. Jyn put an arm around his torso and swung his arm around hershoulder for support.“One step at a time, alright Cass?” Jyn said as they trudged out ofthe bar, a few steps at a time.Luckily, Cassian lived on a residential street behind the bar, so it wasn’tlong before they approached his apartment. Jyn patted around his pants for hiskey fob and Cassian started laughing.“Tha'tickles,” he said with a grin. “If you wanted to get intomy pants all ya had t'do was assssssss…k.”Jyn blushed and felt even warmer than the buzz that crept up on her through thenight, but she rolled her eyes at him.After finally fishing out the key fob, she opened the gate and dragged Cassianinto the apartment complex. Reaching towards the elevator, she stuck her fingerout to press the “up” button, but Cassian thought it was a better idea to swatit like a cat. The lack of control over his own body was probably driving himnuts, she figured, and she pressed her lips together to keep herself fromlaughing at the thought.

When the elevator doors slid open, she pulled him in and leanedhim against the back wall. She pressed the button to his floor and leanedagainst the back wall as well, looking up at him to see if he was okay.

He stared down at her, zoned out and eyes half-lidded. Theonly audible sounds were the hum of the elevator and his slow, but headybreath. Jyn couldn’t tear her eyes away from him, and he swayed back and forthslightly trying to stay upright, but soon enough she found him leaning so farforward towards her she could feel his breath on her lips. Jyn’s eyes flutteredas she stared through his long eyelashes and realized she was paralyzed at thebeauty of it. Slowly, her hand made its way up to his face and she gentlypressed two fingers on his bottom lip. She almost recoiled in surprise at howsoft they were, and she found herself struggling hard against her owninebriation to stop herself from outright taking advantage of him physicallywhen the elevator made a small “ding!” noise and the doors slid back open onCassian’s floor.

Cassian whipped his head in the direction of the door andattempted to move on his own accord. Jyn snapped out of her trance andscrambled to put her arm around his waist again to keep him up as they left theelevator.Once inside the apartment, Jyn flicked the lights to his bedroom on and led himto his bed. “Alright, let’s get you to bed, and tomorrow we can go out forhangover breakfast,” she said, patting his back. She was about to tear awayfrom him and head towards the bathroom to wash her face, but she felt a suddenforce pull her down and onto the bed. Cassian had gripped one of her handstightly and brought her down with him.

“Man…” Cassian breathed. His words were still elongated andslurred, and the smell of alcohol wafted through Jyn’s nose. “That was fun!Told you I could out-drink you!”She chuckled. “That’s not how it works, Cass. I’m still sober.”He tried to throw his head back by digging his head further into the pillows,then tried to shush her by placing his fingers on her lips. But in his drunkenstupor, he missed and they landed just above, on her nostrils. “Shhh, no,stop spreading lies,” he hushed.

Jyn dug Cassian’s phone out of his back pocket and rolledover to place it on his nightstand, screen-side down so the notificationswouldn’t wake him up. But she noticed a small Polaroid photo sticking out fromthe card holder on the back of his phone case. Curiously, Jyn took it out,wondering what a studious, discreet man like Cassian was doing with asentimental item.

It was a picture of herself, dressed up as a Jedi, flashinga peace sign while leaning against Cassian, who hadn’t bothered to get into thespirit of Halloween. He flashed a demure, yet cocky ghost of a smirk on hisface, red solo cup in his free hand. At the bottom, in sharpie, were the words “Halloween,2012” and, much smaller, at the bottom corner: “First time meeting Jyn”.

“When I picture myself happy, it’s with you!” Cassiansuddenly slurred together, eyes closed, apparently having found a second windof energy in all his drunkenness. It caught Jyn by surprise and she quicklyshoved the picture back into his phone case before flipping back around towardshim.“Yes, yes, the beers and the booze make you happy,” Jyn soothed,remembering his beer-bottle-caress. “Don’t forget that I’m the one thattook you out for drinks though,” she teased.He turned over more to face her and haphazardly threw an arm and a leg aroundher. “I know,” Cassian mumbled as his lids drooped. “You knewhow to cheer me up, and that’s why you’re in my happy-picture.”A flash of heat surged through Jyn as she thought back to that photo, and hercheeks went red. She wanted to ask about the picture he kept with him, if itmeant anything to him, or why he even had it on hand. But just as she got thecourage to get the words out she looked up and found Cassian’s that eyes were completelyshut and his breathing had turned into a gentle purr of snoring.Well, she was trapped under his heavy limbs, on his own bed. She might askabout it tomorrow, if she’s still feeling brave. Until then, she could stand toget comfortable for the night.So she did.