#my hero academia fanficiton

[thatnewweeb]

Bakugo somehow gets even more touchy when you’re pregnant with his baby.

Honestly, you didn't think that was even possible, he's already so touchy with you, but it apparently is.

His inability to keep his hands off of you increases the longer you're pregnant. It's honestly almost impressive.

The second he gets home after a long day of work, even though his work is so so exhausting, he feels rejuvenated when he sees you, so cute, beaming up at him sweetly, round with his baby. It really makes him want to just touch you.

When you're cuddling on the couch, he has both his arms around you, and without fail he'll pull you into his lap, even if you worry about being too heavy right now to sit in his lap. He finds it hilarious that you think you could ever be too heavy to sit in his lap.

While you're pregnant, he will not let you cook, but if he gets home and you are cooking, he'll wrap his arms around you from behind, doing that thing he saw on the Internet a few times, placing his arms under your belly and lifting up a little to hold the weight of your bump and relieve some pain. He finds the sigh you let out absolutely adorable.

He'll do that for you literally whenever he can, no matter how tired he is, or how sore his muscles are from work. His discomfort is way less important to him than yours all the time, but especially while you're pregnant with his baby.

[ssplague]

Track One of SSplague’s Super Psycho smut and song fic spectacular

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Warnings: Stalkerish/Aggressive behavior, mentions of abusive family, radicalized religion, Vampire AU, blood, blood sucking, virginity loss, slight blood play, degradation, chains, SEX, Let me know if I missed any!

“Some people call it a one night stand but we can call it paradise”

🌃. You saw me standing by the wall, 🚏 Corner of a Main Street & the lights 🚥 were flashing on your window sill 🪟 all alone ain’t much fun  🪩 so you’re looking for a thrill 🪞 and you know just what it takes 🫦 and where to go

It was with apprehension you reorganized your vanity after deeming your face fit enough to withstand a night out. You’d become something of a recluse over the last few months, and when anyone asked why they never got a straight answer. You’d rather not tarnish your reputation by admitting the truth behind the matter, deeming it better to keep your lips sealed and replaying the truth late at night while you lay awake in bed. Secret to remain hidden between clenched thighs and twitching hands that were desperate to wander.

You had been naïve, going out on the town all alone, but you hadn’t known any better. Having grown up in some small town in the Bible Belt.

You ran off to your freedom under the cover of night with two strange young women who had been camping in the woods near your home for a week. You happened upon them by chance as you’d slipped into the woods to avoid the preacher’s son. The “godly” young man who’s wandering eyes seemed to always linger on and outline your figure these days. After introducing yourself to the duo, the two had provided a listening ear to your tales of woe. Once you’d finished, they began to share stories from their lives back home, the tales that would be normal to anyone else were riveting to you. You visited their camp every day after that, and when they offered you the chance to return with them you took it. Your heart pounded in your chest as you rode away in the back of that jeep, there truly was more to life than fire, brimstone, abstinence, womanly duties, & utter misery.

Stealing another glance at yourself in the mirror you wondered if this was really a good idea? Luck had been on your side last time, but what if this time luck wasn’t enough? All you could remeber clearly were piercing red eyes, and the way he made you feel that night. Feelings so strong that you still felt echoes of pleasure, and mixed emotions half a year later.

You glance out your dingy window to survey the streets below, the tingle on your skin serving as an inkling that someone’s eyes had been on you.

It was just a trick of the light that had a lone figure smoking a cigarette appear to have that same flash of ash blonde hair that comes and goes within the reel of memories from that night. 

This night was different than that one, you aren’t going out with something to prove, with someone to defy. It was a simple night out with friends, no expectations other than returning home alone and falling asleep happy you had went.

Shuffling inside the club you were pleased to find a somewhat comfortable atmosphere. The heat wasn’t stifling and bodies didn’t occupy every single space of the building. People were still dancing but the bass wasn’t overpowering to the point your rib cage was rattling either. A familiar pinkette catches your eye with an eager wave and you approach the table of familar faces, only to realize that not all of them are ones you recognize. You were lured out under false pretenses it would seem, you fight the curling of your upper lip and offer a slight grin.

“I’m so happy you came out! These two didn’t believe me when I said you were coming!” Mina exclaims happily. You already know she’s referring to Jiro and Uraraka, and not the three men that also occupy the table. Six people that already seemed to be paired together and you just happen to be unlucky number seven, a third wheel.

“Have I really been out of the loop for that long?” Translation: All three of you are in relationships now? Last time I checked I thought you all were “smart, independent, etc.

The first man to be introduced was the largest, his stature and bright red hair weren’t what got you, it was the sharpness of the teeth he flashes you when he smiled. The second was only slightly smaller than the first, he had a boyish charm that was stark in contrast to his black suit and mop of green curls. The third was average in size but what he lacked in brawn was made up for with his seemingly larger than life personality, his electric blonde hair was as shocking as the enthusiastic greeting he gives you.

Kirishima, Midoryia, Kaminari, three friends that happen to be seeing Mina, Ochako, and Jirou. You knew it wasn’t a coincidence that they happened to all be in the same place at the same time. Just as you were about to excuse yourself to grab a drink, one is set down in front of you, the same one you’d had on that solo night out six months ago. You quickly reach out for the women that brought it over as she began briskly walking away, “Excuse me! Who is this from?”.

Her eyes flickered behind you for a split second before she pursed her lips, “I cant tell you that but I assure you it’s safe, I made it myself”. That being said she’s quick to slip out of your light hold and retreat back behind the bar.

“What will it be miss?”

“Ah um…I don’t know what exactly to call it but I want a Shirley temple with alcohol in it…”

“You have ID?”

You present the card with burning cheeks and the women nods, “Cherry Vodka okay with you?”

“Ah yes, uhm that’ll work”

The memory has your cheeks heating up again, and feeling eyes on your back has you turning in the same direction the women had glanced in. When nothing sticks out you rejoin the group you’d been sitting with. Rather than swigging your drink down in a couple gulps (like you had last time) you took note of your company and decided on small sips. Offering demure smiles in between, attempting to keep your facade as you giggled, and engaged in light hearted teasing with your friends.

You’d allowed Mina to pull you to your feet and danced with both her and Ochako for a handful of songs. Happily handing them over to their respective men as the music transitioned to something slower.

On your way back towards the table you passed a nervous looking Jiro being pulled into the crowd of dancers. Sitting back down at the now empty table, you felt the slightest bit envious. Deeming now as good a time as any to grab a smoke on the patio, you wander outside. It was somehow even darker out here than it was inside, getting a cigarette out of your bag, you cursed as you shuffled the few contents around in the small space.

Dammit!

You chose to ignore the feeling of being watched this time, maybe if you hadn’t, you’d of been prepared when you met that alluring crimson gaze. “Need a light?” The voice spooked you as a flame appears in front of your face. Taking a couple small inhales your cigarette is lit and you begin to thank the man. Only when your eyes meet his, the words seem to get loged in your throat.

Despite the shock, you are able to keep any trace of recognition off your face, “Th-Thank you…guess I forgot mine”. You purposely walk a few feet away, foolishly backing yourself into a corner as if he wouldn’t follow you. Silly girl, you just barely escaped him last time, and he’d been on the hunt for you ever since.

It would take a lot more than luck to save you this time.

“Here by yourself?” The raspy sound of the familiar voice leaves goosebumps on your skin. You pray he’s forgotten about you, that your face hasn’t been at the forefront of his mind since you silently slipped from his bed. You fail to realize your immediate slip up as you answer “Not this time, friends are inside”. It’s impossible to even attempt to feign disinterest in the gorgeous man at your side.

“Seems like they’re preoccupied….Since they let you sneak away outside I mean” he tries to make it sound like an off handed speculation, but you catch the implication. “Ah you’re right, they’re probably looking for me, I should go-“ your attempt to flee is easily thwarted as his larger body cages you in between himself and the patio railing.

“Nah, their too busy, I’m sure they’ll be reassured your okay if they remember to ask about you” his sudden grip on your back side has you gasp as you try to push against the chiseled chest between your delicate fingertips, “Excuse me, I really should be going-“.

“Cut the Fuckin’ act, you weren’t this disagreeable last time!” He snaps, catching your chin in between the thumb and forefinger of the hand not gripping your ass.

The shock of being called out has you gaping open mouthed back at him, “I played by the rules last time, you wanted to Dance so I asked you to dance, reassured you I was a good guy and all that other shit, I’ve been looking for you for half a year now, remembering how beautiful you looked beneath me, and the angelic sounds you made from my touch, m’sorry if I’m a bit too pent up to play your Fuckin games tonight princess”.

You bat your eyes as you pout your lips when the pad of his thumb caresses your plump appendages.

“Awww was I too straightforward? You imagined our reunion would be sweeter than this? C’mere dumbass” he isn’t gentle when your lips meet his, despite the shyness you show him once again when his tongue playfully engages with yours. Looking back on this time in the future, you’ll realize you didn’t stand a chance at ever truly escaping from him. The realization of this hits you heavy as you find yourself in the back of a fancy car with a driver taking the two of you back to the place you’d managed to give him the slip last time.

Rather than risk you trying to scamper off into the night, he scoops you up in his arms and carries you inside, up the same stairs you’d nervously followed him up last time. You felt each of the remaining beats left in your heart, relished the almost sensual rythm it pounded out within your chest. This was how you chose to remember the moments before it ceases to ever move another inch.

The first time you’d entered this lavish bedroom had you realizing just how sheltered you’d truly been all your life. 

It was so easy to forget all the warnings and lectures on saving your virtue, as you became lost in those crimson orbs. You hadn’t thought twice about lowering yourself to kneel before him, the way you stared up at him with such reverence as though he were something to be worshipped.

“I’ve never done any of this before”

That statement both saved your life and sealed your fate. Originally, he’d just planned to drain you dry and let you wither away into a husk, to be swept away by the wind at first light. Plans change.

Forever here would your innocence lie; First blood, shared and swapped between hungry lips, and any excess sinking into expensive Italian sheets as your pleasurable cries resound around the bedroom walls. Laying with you in his arms was the most at peace he’s felt in five hundred years. It was only natural for him to get some much needed rest, but waking up to an empty bed, well that didn’t sit right with him. He curses as he jumps out of bed, all terrifying snarls and gnashing teeth as he continuously berated himself inside of his head.

-Should of fucking turned her the second she’d passed out, who knows how long it will take to find her again!

When you’d made it back to your dingy little apartment the first slivers of sunlight illuminated the way as you were barely able to stumble into bed. Next time you woke up the sun was setting on Monday evening, you’d been sure you’d got home around 4 am on Saturday …What the hell had happened? The fog clouding your memory, skin being adorned by so many bruises making you look something akin to a Dalmatian, accompanied by the aching in places that had your face burning with embarrassment…That served in solidifying your decision of becoming a temporary shut in.

Returning to the present in a daze, It’s not the feeling of your clothes seeming to have disappeared as you’re tossed on the bed that has you sensing overwhelming dread.

It’s the heavy weight of something fastened to your ankle, surely put there to prevent another possible escape attempt. If news of your disappearance and inevitable death happened to reach the bum fuck town your parents continue to reside in, your mother would blame your early demise on your fascination with sin, but to the public she’d claim it on a thorn of the flesh. Apparently all the prayers herself and the other delusional townsfolk would have undoubtedly said for you by now weren’t capable of preventing this sticky end.

“Six Fucking months I looked for you…You won’t get away from me ever again…”

In the blink of an eye he was looming over you, and the inferno blazing within that crimson gaze threatened to consume you.

“I…I didn’t think-“ your stammering is cut off by the annoyed huff that escapes him, “Tch, course you didn’t think, didn’t think I’d care if you ran out on me? Didn’t think I’d look for you? Guess you thought fucking wrong then hah?”. It’s adorable the way your bottom lip trembles as you force yourself to continue staring up at him, tears shimmering behind your lashes.

The display only made him feel more desire, his teeth ached to sink into you, to condemn you to an eternity by his side.

You shuddered, eyes closing as his fingers blazed a trail down your chest, thumbing each of your nipples before tip toeing down your stomach. Only to come back up and strike each mound before pinching the stiff peaks.

“Look at me”

A whimper escapes you as you shake your head, he doesn’t like that. 

Let me in

Once again your chin is gripped between his thumb and forefinger, applying pressure that has your jaw creaking, “I said look at me”. Your eyes open and all you can see is red, it’s sucking you in, drowning you in pools of crimson.

Rummaging around inside your head, Katsuki sees you writhing around in your bed, feels the yearning you felt as you longed for his touch instead of your own. Sees the night sky and busy streets through your eyes as you sniffle, chastising yourself for calling your mother, and hating yourself for even slightly hoping that she had anything other than venom to spit. Of course she was disgusted by your confession and still furious at your desertion.

“I’m not a bit surprised that you gave away your virtue so easily. Running off to live in sin! Don’t you dare return here with some bastard child on your hip, I won’t let you pass the threshold unless you’ve decided to repent! Learn your lesson the hard way, you are no child of mine until then!”

The loneliness you felt was something Katsuki was all too familiar with.

“I…I know what…you are” your whispered words interrupted his venture into your head. Now that your eyes were wide open again, the man above you pressed his forehead to your’s. “You’re a…You’re one of them”.  Your teeth began to chatter after you managed to stutter the words out.

“What am I exactly?” His tone mocking, your lashes flutter when his tongue runs across your lips, “Are you afraid y/n? Hah?”. His lips ghost over your’s once more, and then he’s pulling away from you. You are afraid, afraid he might just melt into the shadows around the room and leave you alone. So you make a grab for him, with pleading but still lust filled eyes, “I’m not scared of you, if you wanted me dead you would have done it last time….I feel it too y’know…M’not as stupid as I look”.

A beautiful flash of defiance appears in your eyes as you continue, “You made me feel more love in one night than I’ve felt my entire life…There’s something going on here…How did I know your name before you ever told me it? Just as you knew mine? It’s not possible that we met before that night…is it?

“I ran away because once I woke up I was frightened, I gave myself to a complete stranger, a being that I was taught preyed upon weak willed, easy to deceive fools out alone at night…I fell into the traps I’d been warned about for years and all I can think about is how badly I want you to ensnare and keep me trapped with you forever…” your hands aren’t shaking when they run up his muscular biceps and loop around his neck “Make me your’s again Katsuki, for good this time”.

Of course he’s more than happy to oblige, this was going to happen wether you wanted it to or not, but it was better to have you willing.

If his heart was capable of pounding it would be hammering away in his chest right now. To have you this close again brought an end to his agonizing loneliness.

Spending 400 years without you was awful in itself, but the pain returned ten fold when you’d slipped through his fingers six months ago. Katsuki wanted to hate you for tricking him into believing the all consuming loneliness had come to an end, letting that old wound scab over as he slept soundly with you in his arms. Only to awaken with empty arms and the chill of his empty bed, but I still the wound re-opened the full ache replaced with a sharp sting beginning again. You may not remember your past lives together, but he did. Then again, considering you knew his name before he’d omitted it, maybe the memories were just as locked away inside your head.

As good a control as Katsuki prides himself on having, he felt it slipping after your request. Buying himself some time to cool off, he slips down your body to settle himself between your thighs. Last time he’d split you open on his cock before getting a proper taste of you. The blood that dribbled out of you had been so sweet, so savory that he had slip his tongue inside your mouth so you could see what all the fuss was about. The memory has him rutting against the bed as he takes a bite of your thigh, flicking his tongue over the skin to soothe it. Grinning at the way your arch up off the mattress, you tug at his hair as he slurps up some of your juices, giving your clit a harsh suck and a tiny little nibble, just for the sake of hearing you cry.

“Please don’t make me wait anymore, I need you”

You quit blubbering when he’s hovering over you once more.

Trailing one of his fingers over the small trail of blood that he leftover on your thigh. You open your mouth instantly as he presses down on your tongue, keeping eye contact while sucking his finger clean.

Finally the blunt tip of his dripping cock pokes through your lips and prods at the rim of your hole. Pressing inside of you Katsuki lets out a hiss as you throw your head back, lips forming an O at the sinful sensation. The stretch is painful but welcomed at the same time, your inner walls are sucking him in, squeezing his cock just as fucking tight as last time “Fuckin hell your choking me princess, loosen up”.

His words have you doing the opposite, instead squeezing around him harder for a few seconds, before your legs are securely gripping his waist.

Good, now there is no escape for either one of you.

“Hold on tight baby, cause this next part is going to hurt, and once I get a taste of you on my tongue I really won’t be capable of being nice”

He warns you, stroking your cheek with his thumb, the emotion burning in his eyes is reassuring.

“Then I’ll remember everything? We’ll be together for eternity this time?” You limit yourself to two questions, cunt pulsing around the intrusion as you cock warm him.

“You should, once you grant me full access into your mind, you did it earlier so it should be easy a second time…You won’t ever be able to escape me princess, once I mark you I’ll always be able to find you, there won’t be anywhere you can hide” his lips press against the spot on your neck, and your trembling fingers thread together with his.

The seconds before the bite were a blur, and though you could feel yourself screaming, it was as if no sound had slipped out. It hurt so much, you sobbed as your life force was seemingly drawn out of you.

You think you’d cried for your mother at some point, when the venom started circulating through your veins. Everything was burning, it was all so excruciating! You felt the last beat of your heart, it pounded up until the very end and then it was over. The heaviness that’s weighed on you since your teen years was gone. You felt featherlight, like you could walk on air! Your mind was free from the weight of guilt, sorrow, failure, and loneliness, those feelings could be cast aside just like your mortality had been. you started to come to, Katsuki’s voice inside your head was the most beautiful sound,

“You back with me now? You did so good baby, m’so proud of you…feeling a little better?”.

Your eyes opened, a scarlet ring surrounded and faded into the e/c, they were somehow even more captivating than ever like this.

Blinking up at the handsome face hovering inches above your own you grinned at him. Your tongue found the sharpened points of your canines instantly, poking at each of the new additions curiously. A wave of intense and sudden desire had your fingers tangling themselves in ash blonde locks, with much more strength than normal you pulled their owner in for a kiss. The taste of your blood was still fresh on his lips, it stained his tongue, and you delighted at this. The internal walls of your cunt clenched around the cock still inside of it. The two of you moan in unison as Katsuki gives an experimental rut of his hips, which was quickly reciprocated by you grinding down on him.

I can’t believe this bastard had me cock warming him while I was unconscious and suffering!

The sudden loud laugh that your lover emits against your lips startled you. He continues laughing once your mouths are separated and your eyes narrow, “What’s so funny?” You practically hiss. His reply doesn’t reach your ears verbally, I can hear you idiot! rattles around the inside of your skull. You gasp loudly, eyes widening as he continues speaking directly inside your head; I was planning on fucking you through your transformation but I guess I got a bit overwhelmed once I got to taste you again….Had to make sure I did everything properly to turn you, then once I felt your fear and anxiety coming through I just needed to comfort you…

“So we can share our thoughts and emotions through some sort of mental link?” You asked out loud, muttering a quiet “Guess I’ll need to work on it…” as an afterthought.

“Our souls are bound to each other forever, without one the other can’t exist” he replies, placing a tender kiss on your lips. Which quickly becomes more heated and knowing that this intense desire is not only your feelings but also his has something awakening inside of you. You actually do let out a loud hiss when your hips are pinned to the mattress, putting a stop to their grinding against his.

“Awww Whatsamatter?” You could feel the smugness radiating off him, rather than making you Angry, it only succeeds in making you that much more desperate for him.

“Is she upset because my princess wants to get her guts rearranged? Seems my innocent little lamb has been replaced by a cock hungry whore….Beg for it if you want it” the filthy language has you clench around him once again “Like getting talked to like this baby? Fuck yeah you do, I can feel it”.

He can’t help but gently press both your guy’s hips together again, unknowingly making the head of his cock poke at your Gspot.

The soft keen you let out sounds angelic to him, and he’s barely holding himself together at this point. Katsuki could feel a pulse in his cock as it throbs inside your tight little cunt, he won’t be able to control himself when he does get around to fucking you. There was just one thing he needed first, “Tell your sire how badly you want him to ruin your sweet little angel cunt, and how you only exist to be his cock sleeve…maybe then I’ll give you what you want princess”.

The crude words easily spilled from between his lips, the expectant smirk he wore while looking down on you ignited a fire in your gut.

You opened your mouth attempting to comply, despite the burning sensation of your cheeks. It wasn’t going to be easy to get over the “ways of a proper woman” that had pretty much been beaten into you, wether you’d transformed into a “creature of the night” or not. Your bottom lip is suddenly sucked behind your pointed teeth, ending the prolonged eye contact as you begin to feel insecure.

From age five up until you’d fled from your hometown, every week you were forced to attend a class (which honestly was just a group meeting at a specific house for two hours) with other girls ages ranging from five to eighteen. The old crow that taughtlectured you each week was a bitter woman with posture so straight it was as if a yardstick was wedged up her ass, a tongue that was sharp enough to cut down any younger woman that suffered from low self esteem, often reducing them to sit there sniffling through silent tears. Supposedly Margaret was an heiress and affluent socialite in her younger years, but after her mother had been exposed as the towns resident homewrecker It filled the young woman with such despair she fled to a convent  that happily took her in. That’s how the never married, childless, bitch became “Sister Margaret”.

“No man worth anything would want a foul mouthed, continuously speaking out of turn, heard before she’s seen type of Trollip” says the sister, as she paces around  her living room. Beady narrowed eyes scan the faces of each young girl present,  judgment  always evident in her stare. Locking eyes with you as she continues; “The only time you should ever speak your mind is at the end of the night while kneeling beside your bed while saying your prayers, the all mighty above should be your only confidant, your spouse has more important things to worry about than some silly housewife dribble”.

HEY

The angry voice inside your head and hand clutching your chin succeeds in recapturing your attention. Realizing the angry blonde must have seen the memory you’d recalled had you nervously shift beneath him, attempting to break eye contact again. The anger surging through your neglected sire is thrilling as well as terrifying, the creak of your jaw can be heard as familar pressure is reapplied when his thumb forces your mouth open.

“I guess I didn’t make myself clear enough earlier, so I’ll explain this only once and never again”  Katsuki pauses, leaning down to kiss you. Only he doesn’t…your eyes flutter shut in preparation, all you end up getting is his spit between your plump lips. He’s talking louder before you think to interrupt him.

I’m your god now, and I’m a jealous vengeful one at that…So I won’t take too kindly to any disrespect and that includes you ignoring me when I demand your fucking attention, and especially when I ask you to do something, you fucking do it without hesitation! I’m the center of your universe, your life, body, mind, all belong to me now, is that clear you Fucking whore?

His eyes glow, it’s such a vibrant red in the darkened bedroom, so much intensity directed solely on you is unnerving.

I..I can’t look away…what’s happening?

That’s right, just give in to me

“Please sire, my body and soul belong to you, please use me how ever you see fit my beloved”

Good Fuckin girl 

Drawing his hips back just to slam his cock back deeper inside of you, you cry out at the dull pain of him being buried so deep inside of you.

Any of the self restraint Katsuki previously showed you was gone, you were about to be ravaged by this feral beast of a man and you were excited. You longed for it, this was what you had desperately been seeking all your life, going against everything that had been engrained in you since childhood.

Becoming one with the darkness and finding endless amounts of pleasure in being damned for eternity. It all provided the most sensuous rush, your senses were overloaded.

You hadn’t even realized you’d bit Katsuki until the taste of him invaded your mouth. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as the gentle sucking began. Rather than rip you off of his neck, a large hand on the back of your head keeps you in place encouraging you to suck more out of him.

The gentle movement of his cock slowly rocking in and out of you clouds have literally put you to sleep in this haze you’d found yourself in. When you pull your teeth from his skin you can’t help but swipe your tongue across the punctures left on his neck, placing a gentle kiss over them as well.

You had settled back down on the pillows, the drunken smile on your stained lips disappeared when you realized what you were dealing with. Oh shit… If you thought he was a monster before you hadn’t seen anything just yet. Katsuki was completely feral now, and you were his only outlet to take it out on.

“I-I’m sorry Katsuki! I don’t know what came over me I-“ your cut off by his hand clasped around your throat. “You marked me too…So now I can’t escape from you either, not that I’d ever want to…cunning little minx!” The smile he gives you is wide and menacing as he continues “I knew you definitely couldn’t handle me like this as a whelp of a human, and even with you being turned I was still planning to take it easy on you this time! Then you just had to go and provoke me”.

I didn’t do it on purpose 

“Oh I know that, you’ve always been such a sweet soul, not an ounce of deception in your head, but all actions have consequences, what kind of god would I be if I didn’t demonstrate this…”

You didn’t even have time to praise yourself for using telepathy, once he speaks the last word of his sentence, he throws his hips forward to sink back into your depths.

The breath had been stolen out of your lungs, each over exaggerated thrust into you was sending your body up the bed. Once you’d been pushed all the way back to the headboard, Katsuki once again has a hand around your throat, and his other is holding onto the metal bars that make up the headboard.

“I know you’ll always be my good girl, but inevitably something will happen, and no matter how accidental it may be, your poor little angel cunt will get the punishment for your unintentional transgressions…understand?

Yes Sire I understand 

Bending your legs at the knees you’re instructed to hold them up on either side of your body.

Katsuki lowers his head, fangs skimming their way up and down your flesh. It must be anticipation that’s building up in your gut, you are so wound up in the best kind of way. Your bent legs start to shake and your nails dig into the meat of your thighs as your fists clench, your mouth falls open as your tongue unabashedly slips out.

You try focusing on your panting breaths in attempts to calm yourself down but it’s no good.

Without warning the sharp points of teeth once again sink into your flesh. Your world is still and silent for a moment before erupting into euphoria. The crying that outpours from your mouth is like an angelic symphony to your beloved’s ears.

Saving some of your blood in his mouth, he shares it with you as he sucks your tongue into his mouth.

You’re trembling beneath him, shaky hands trying to take hold of him.

Please….Please….Please 

One more baby, wanna get you there one more time so we can fall apart together 

Katsuki knows your spent, and the overstimulation has began to overwhelm you but he can’t quit now. Not until he gets the experience he’s been craving throughout all these years of loneliness. Making sure his hands are gripping the head board he starts rapid firing the deep thrusts of his hips. You’re crying as you stare up at him, but it’s from happiness. Your internal walls start tightening up again, that sweet little angel cunt loves to keep his cock in a chokehold.

I love you…I love you Katsuki 

Fuck!

A loud screech sounds above your head as the metal bars in his fists are broken apart and what’s left in his hands is reduced to powder. The weight of his spent body laying atop your’s is surprisingly welcomed, like the best kind of weighted blanket.

Your continuous content coo’s are like beautiful music to him.

Both of you are still so high from feeling your souls entangled, becoming one entity despite being two separate beings.

I love you 

I love you 

I love you 

It’s a mantra on repeat in each of your heads until the first slivers of sunlight find a way to slip between black out curtains.

You succumb to sleep before Katsuki, and despite everything that just happened he finds himself cuffing one of your feet to  what’s left of the bed posts, and one of your wrists to his own.

Now try and run out on me

You only let out a content sigh, unconscious but still scooting closer to his body, needing to feel his bare skin on yours. Calloused fingers gently smooth fly away hairs out of your face, before a kiss is placed on your forehead.

Taking you in his arms, he’s finally able to lay down and get some much needed shut eye.

Despite the happiness in this moment, you will eventually wake up and desperately cling to him as you hysterical cry. Your memories from the past will be back once you open your eyes, and Katsuki will be here to comfort you until you come back to the present, blinking your now red ringed e/c eyes. 

Once the tears have dried up and you lay on top of him this time, keeping his cock wedged inside your warns insides to prevent the fresh batch of your shared essence inside, your lover can feel blood lust building. For the first time it’s not actually his own. The confusion in his eyes as he questions you mentally, earns a verbal reply;

“The one that ruined everything back then, was also reincarnated in this lifetime… and I know just where to find him”.

The malicious smile appearing on your lover’s face is mirrored back at him with an identically sinister grin of your own.

“I can’t wait for you to meet my folks”

A/N: So how was that for my first time writing Vampire AU? Like I said before, I got carried away since I enjoyed writing this story so much! Are you interested in finding out what happened between these two during y/n’s previous life? Do you have any guesses on who may be the mystery villain? What sort of punishment awaits them? I may split the second half of this story in two parts. I’d love some feedback on this one, but I still have a variety of stories left to post as continuation of my event, so stay tuned ❤️‍🔥

[crazyman185]

New cover arts for Cubicity. I commissioned Dailykrumbs on Twitter.

[animereaderinsertwriter]

tags/warnings: a/b/o, omega trafficking, omega!reader, post-trafficked!reader, complex discourse on mating vs marriage, breakup then makeup, angst with a happy ending, mention of erectile dysfunction, eventual smut, dubcon elements

song: Careless Whisper

Part II - Part I - ao3

When his phone rang, Shoto was sitting at his own dining room table and contemplating fixing himself a drink.

Or twenty.

His mate was sitting across from him, nattering on about her day. Shoto tried not to be annoyed. It wasn’t her fault that he despised her to her very, very shallow core. It wasn’t her fault that he longed for the true mate of his heart. It wasn’t her fault, plain and simple. He just wished she would stop talking. It would be easier to pretend she didn’t exist that way.

“—and then Brenda was like, slut shaming her sister Bonnie at the office, right,” she said, waving her fork around enough to spatter sauce across the table, “and then when Bonnie walked in, oh my God, it was like—”

She paused for half a second as Shoto’s ringtone blasted. He took the opportunity to stop her gabbing for a while and reached into his pocket for it despite the poor manners of the act, but then everything ceased to matter as he saw the contact name.

(Y/N).

His heart lurched. A thousand scenarios and calculations ran through his mind as he answered the call, each of them both better and worse than the next. The call connected, Shoto answered.

“Hey,” he said, hoping he didn’t sound as desperate as he felt. “What’s up?”

Nothing. There was some shuffling, then the line went dead. A butt dial, then? No— at this time of night, (Y/N)’s phone would be on the charger as she cooked dinner. Well, unless—

Shoto visualized a calendar in his mind and counted the months and weeks. If his calculations were correct, then—

He stood. His mate, befuddled, asked where he was going.

“Out,” he replied curtly. “Don’t wait up.”

Her scent rippled with distress, and Shoto felt physical pain at the harm he’d caused her. With a curt bow, he bade her goodbye, grabbing his coat from the door on the way out. 

Pain didn’t matter all that much to him anymore.

As he walked from his mate’s home to (Y/N)’s new apartment on the east side, his mind raced at the possibilities that lay before him. He hadn’t heard from his wife in months— that she was calling him now couldn’t be because things were going well. Maybe her heat had started and she’d gotten sick, as she sometimes did; in that case, it was plausible that she would have called him out of habit, then changed her mind. Or, worse, it was certainly a possibility that she’d been so sick that she couldn’t speak to answer him. That would make sense if the heat had affected her quirk, as it sometimes did. So often had she used her voice quirk, Scream, to defend herself against attackers during her heat that her body had begun to associate that flux of hormones with vocal damage. All of those options were plausible, possible, even likely. Still, though, one other distinct possibility had lodged itself firmly in Shoto’s mind and refused to leave, drowning out all else.

Maybe, in the midst of her heat, (Y/N) had wanted him.

The thought alone had him half-hard in his pants, which was a miracle in and of itself. During the time that he and (Y/N) had been separated, he had tried to be a good mate, help his partner through her heat, give her the things he owed her as her alpha, but— well. He hadn’t been able to hold an erection for her to save his life. No matter the position, no matter the hormones, it was like— it was like he was broken. No that he cared, or that it mattered. He felt so hollow these days. Perhaps it was for the better. 

Shoto shook those thoughts away. He'd never had a moment's trouble with (Y/N). When he thought of her wet and wanting him, thinking of him, longing for him as she fucked herself with her fingers, comfortable at long last with her own pleasure, he found the idea heavy and heady in his mind, and he felt his body rise to the occasion. 

Easy, he warned himself as he began the climb up the stairs to (Y/N)'s apartment. She might not react well to alpha hormones blazing right off the get-go. Breathe, control it. 

The last thing Shoto expected to find at the end of that last flight of stairs was an open door and alpha scent. Suddenly alert, wary, he spread his hands, summoning flame to light the apartment, and what he found killed any warm and fuzzy alpha desires he might have had. 

(Y/N)'s apartment had been absolutely trashed. Every drawer had been dumped out, every piece of furniture upended; there wasn't a single thing in the place left intact. A few scents, mostly alpha, caught Shoto's attention, and his blood ran cold when he didn't find (Y/N) anywhere within. Gradually, his hero instincts surfaced, analyzing, understanding; shortly after, his alpha instincts raged forth, for once in accordance with his own heart. 

With calm and sure fingers, Shoto dialed his secretary's number. Hopefully he wouldn't be bothering the man at a bad time, even if it wouldn't be the first time Shoto had called in his skills after hours.

"Lee-san," Shoto said when his secretary answered, "I need you to get in touch with the most elite heroes we have access to at the agency. My wife is missing, and I'm going to find her. Send a good tracker with them— I'm not waiting for them when the trail is this fresh."

"Todoroki-san!" Lee interjected, stepping harshly on Shoto's delicate, fraying patience. "Forgive my saying so, but you should wait for backup to—"

Shoto hung up. He didn't have time for nonsense. With purposeful strides, he made his way to the threshold of the door where (Y/N)'s scent was most fresh, and inhaled deeply. Closing his eyes, he allowed her scent— intimate, familiar— to swell, linger in his nose. He opened his eyes, and as he began his descent of their stairs, he could ever-so-faintly catch the scent of his wife lingering in the air. 

I'm coming, darling, he thought, murder on his mind. Hang in there. 

***

(Y/N) came to with her hands tied above her head and slick coating her thighs. A thick gag had been forced into her mouth, a few men— one alpha, one omega, one beta— stood before her, talking amongst themselves. By the time (Y/N) had truly awakened, the three of them had noticed her consciousness, and the alpha grinned at her, voracious and predatory. 

"Good evening, Mrs. Todoroki," he greeted her, his hormones loud and fragrant as he moved closer. "My friends and I have some questions about your husband and his agency."

If (Y/N) could have laughed, she would have. Instead, she kicked wildly out with one leg, attempting to strike at the alpha, but the blow felt short. All she caught was air, and the alpha smirked. 

"We thought that might be your feeling," he said. "To remedy that, we brought a little something that we thought would persuade you to feel differently."

The omega reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small rectangular box. He opened it, revealing a syringe and glass bottle, and panic ripped through (Y/N) as swiftly and violently as a wolf's teeth through sheep-flesh. Desperate with fear, she began to thrash, screaming for help through the gag in her mouth, knowing no one would come. 

This is it, she thought, squeezing her eyes shut. This is how I die. I can't do this again. I can't.

"Do it," the alpha commanded. "Bernard, hold her still."

The beta stepped forward. Once he was within range, (Y/N) unleashed hell, hitting him squarely in the belly, chest, then throat with her foot as many times as she could before she was finally subdued, held at knifepoint by her larger, stronger captor. 

"Hurry up," grumbled Bernard the beta to his omega counterpart. "I can't stand the smell of her."

Despite herself, (Y/N)'s face warmed with embarrassment. A fresh wave of cramps hit her, followed by a rush of fluid, and she closed her eyes once more, wishing to be anywhere else.

There was a sharp, burning pain in her neck as the syringe was inserted. Once it was done, Bernard released her, and (Y/N) felt herself begin to tremble. Hot tears seared her cheeks. Her heart raced, and she felt queasy; it would only be a matter of time, she knew, before she was no longer herself. Hopefully, her years of forced overuse of heat enhancers would give her some level of tolerance to it, but (Y/N) could not doubt the drug's effectiveness. In a few minutes, she would be begging for alpha cock and would do or say anything to get it. 

The humiliation was the worst part, she decided. To be damned by your own biology— how pathetic. 

As her tears fell, (Y/N) thought of Shoto. She wondered what he would think of her; she wondered if he would blame himself. Then, remembering his new mate, she wondered if he would care at all, or if his biology had damned her as well.

The drug was working. (Y/N) could feel her temperature rising, sweat forming on her brow. She twisted uncomfortably, her numb arms and aching shoulders stiff from the abuse of the ropes she was hung from. Her abdomen began cramping once more, and she cried out against the pain. 

Shoto, she thought, her heart longing for the only man she had ever loved. Shoto. 

(Y/N) lost herself. She wanted— she needed an alpha, needed a mate, needed to be bred. She felt that she might die without it. It was hot, it was so hot, it was too fucking hot— there was an alpha across the way, but he was too far. She couldn't move. Why couldn't she move? She was an omega in heat, why wasn't the alpha coming to her? Didn't he want her?

"Oh, yes," she felt more than heard the alpha say. "She'll be ready to talk soon."

Something within (Y/N) stirred. She sniffed the air. She sniffed again, then wrinkled her nose. This alpha was unworthy. He smelled weak, like soured milk and a mother's teat. She couldn't allow this one to breed her; his offspring wouldn't last even a mild summer, much less a harsh winter. Whatever happened, it couldn't be him. She wouldn't allow it. 

But then, she ached. She needed an alpha— needed, needed, needed—

A crash sounded in the distance, followed by gunfire. Another crash, a scream. (Y/N) squirmed, her body sensing something amiss, and the alpha in front of her turned to the door, his scent turning acrid with piss-smelling fear. The door burst open, slammed off of its hinges by an icy battering ram, and then there was a new alpha presence in the room that drew (Y/N)'s full attention. 

Shoto Todoroki— tall, imposing, and deadly— stood before her, emanating rage and raw power. An alpha's growl ripped from his throat, harsh and bone-chilling; (Y/N) keened, her aching body arching, and with a single flick of his fingers, Shoto froze every other man in the room solid.

Now that was an alpha. That was a fit mate, a fine sire for strong pups. It was this one or none, (Y/N) decided. 

The alpha approached her, his strides full of predatory power and grace. He was speaking to her in low, gentle tones made quick by concern, but (Y/N) didn't hear any of it as he wrapped her legs around his waist. Gently, he held her so that she wouldn't fall when he used white-hot flames to sever the ropes that bound her; pressed so close to him, (Y/N) could smell the rising hormones of the alpha, could feel his body responding to hers in the stirring of pre-rut. Once she was free and the ropes slipped from her hands, Shoto removed the gag from her mouth, and then there was nothing between (Y/N) and the urging of her body.

(Y/N) opened her mouth wide and sank her teeth into the flesh of the junction between his neck and shoulder. She bit down hard, hard enough to draw blood, hard enough to truly wound, and the alpha who held her roared in pain. Primitive pride rose in (Y/N), knowing she had shown him her strength; now, he would know that she would be a strong mother to strong pups. Satisfied, she released the pressure of her teeth against the mark, pulling back— but she didn't get very far before her alpha bit her in turn, using equal force and tenacity.

The thrill of the bond crashed through her with all the force and sensation of a broken spine. There was a pop, then acute agony— she whined, high and needy, but her alpha did not release her. He held her there, demanding her complacence, and she willingly gave it, her body convulsing with the force of the bond.

He released her, pulling away. His lips and teeth were bloody, and (Y/N) surged forward, tasting the coppery flavor of her own blood from his incisors. Her alpha turned the motion into a kiss, strong but gentle; his warm hand splayed over her back, steadying her as he tasted her lips, tongue, and teeth. 

"Mate," he said in a soft alpha purr, and (Y/N) could bear it no longer.

"Please," was all she had the coherence to say, and, thankfully, that was all Shoto needed to hear. 

With soft strength, her alpha knelt on the ground, careful to keep a gentle hold of her; with tender kisses, he lowered her to let her back rest on the floor. As she lay trembling beneath him, he took a single flaming finger and flayed open her shirt, then her pants, leaving her entirely bare. As his own clothes got the same treatment, (Y/N)'s thighs and pussy felt suddenly chilled from being so wet and exposed to open air— but thankfully, that discomfort didn't last for long. Shoto stroked his hard cock once, twice, then lined himself up with her entrance and pushed inside. (Y/N) arched into him, unable to think much past full— so full!— and then he was moving, readjusting so that his face was tucked into the mark he'd left moments before and their entire torsos were touching. 

It was in this way that he fucked her. With deep, powerful strokes, he sated the need inside her. There was no hurry to the act, no heated rush; there was only deep, aching fulfillment, a thorough claiming. (Y/N) found herself keening, high and desperate as Shoto licked and sucked at the bond marking over her neck, still steadily fucking her. She came not long after, her body sore and sick with stress but so, so satisfied. 

It was a while yet before her alpha finished, following her into bliss— but when he did, it was inside her, his knot swelling to tie them together until the moment came for them to separate. Exhausted, (Y/N) took comfort in the heavy weight of her alpha draped over her. Wrapped in his warmth, she allowed sleep to overtake her, trusting Shoto with her safety as she rested. 

***

(Y/N) and Shoto sat together in the waiting room of the doctor's office, awkwardly leaving a seat between them as they waited to be called back. 

It had been a week since the incident. Once backup had arrived on the scene to find Shoto and (Y/N) entangled, mated, and wounded by the uncharacteristic violence of their mating bites, Shoto had come back to himself enough to be embarrassed by the state of things. An hour later, sitting at the side of (Y/N)'s hospital bed, Shoto had come back to himself enough to feel bone-deep shame, not at how he'd been found, but at his own actions. How could he have lost himself so thoroughly and with so little resistance that he would risk the life of the woman he loved? How could he have been so stupid, so mindless, so selfish?

(Y/N) hadn't even blamed him, though. When she’d finally woken after a death-like sleep, she had turned her head to him, ever sweet, ever gentle, and said,

“Thank you.”

She had smiled at him then, her eyes full of tears. Shoto had felt sick with shame and unworthiness, but he didn’t have time to say anything back before what little strength (Y/N) had left her, and her eyes closed once more. 

Since then, they hadn’t spoken. Natsuo, ever protective of his favorite sister-in-law, had ensured that Shoto was kicked out of the hospital room and escorted to the police station to give his statement, and the next thing Shoto knew, he was being handed papers saying that he had a new mating bond— a strong, legally binding bond, and apparently, his only bond. After that, he’d been dragged to his old mate’s home by one of her friends and had since been dealing with the aftermath of the violent breaking of such a bond by staying on Touya’s couch and hiding from everyone and everything until the whole thing blew over.

Now, at Natsuo’s recommendation, Shoto and (Y/N) were meeting with a physician to see about the bond— to confirm its existence, the health of the bonded, and the dissolution of any previous bonds belonging to either party. Additionally, they would likely be given the option to dissolve the bond using chemical injections and physical separateness.

Selfishly, Shoto hoped it didn’t come to that. Desperately, he hoped that by some miracle, (Y/N) would look at him once more and see someone worth loving, worth being with; he hoped against all hope that she could still love him despite all that he had done to her.

She hadn’t contacted him during the week, though. She hadn’t said so much as a word to anyone outside of Natsuo, who was still angry enough that he was barely speaking to Shoto. She must be furious, or hurt, or—

“Shoto?”

He looked over to find (Y/N) staring at him, nervously wringing her hands.

“Yeah?”

There were tears in her eyes as she spoke.

“I’m sorry.”

Confused, he blinked.

“For what, darling?”

Her composure broke, then. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her face scrunched, and Shoto could bear the distance between them no more. He moved to the empty chair between them, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, and she wept into his side, all the while still trying to apologize.

“I— keep, like— ruining everything,” she cried, shaking with the force of her tears. “You— you were settled with your mate and then I— and then I called you because I’m stupid and then I— and then I—”

She couldn’t finish. She collapsed in on herself, utterly hysterical, and Shoto held her. Shamefully, there was a small, fervent part of him that was glad to hold her, to have the warmth of her body pressed against him; he felt the urge to press his lips against the still-fresh wound of her mark, to use his alpha wiles to soothe and calm her, but managed to resist, if only by inches.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he told her gently, rubbing his hand over her back. “I’m glad you called me.”

“You— you are?”

She looked up at him, eyes wet and shining with her tears.

“I am,” he replied, squeezing her arm. “Because you called, I was able to find you. I would have died if—”

He cleared his throat.

“If something had happened to you.”

Those were not the words he’d meant to say. He’d meant to say, I would have died if it had been any other man there saving you. If you had marked and bonded another alpha, I would have never recovered.

(Y/N) watched him, her eyes ever-sharp, and she moved to pull away.

“That’s very sweet of you,” she said through her sniffles, as though she hadn’t understood a thing he said. “You’re- you’re always so considerate, but that doesn’t m-mean that you deserve what happened as a result.”

Shoto didn’t think before he spoke. The words bubbled up and came out quite without his permission.

“If you’re referring to the bond,” he told her, staring deep into her eyes, “I’m glad it happened.”

(Y/N)’s eyes grew wide, but Shoto wasn’t finished.

“Maybe the circumstances could have been better, and maybe we could have found a way to hurt one another less in the process, but truthfully, darling—”

He took her hand in his.

“I was miserable before, with that other woman. I hated her and longed for you every waking moment. It might be selfish, but what happened gave me the chance to be bonded to the woman I have always loved, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

(Y/N) stared at him, speechless. She probably hated him now, Shoto thought distantly. She probably thought he was the most selfish, boneheaded alpha asshole—

“Shoto Todoroki,” she said, and her scent began to gather, coalescing aggressively into something wonderful and terrifying, “Do you mean to say—”

She stopped, her throat tightening, and Shoto told her the only truth he knew.

“I love you,” he told her. “I never stopped.” 

In the beautiful, impossible way that only she could manage, (Y/N) smiled like she was seeing color in the world for the first time. She took Shoto’s breath away, and he just couldn’t help himself any longer. He kissed her softly, tenderly, and her hands came up to brace on his shoulders. Her thumb brushed the bite mark she’d left on him earlier in the week, and a growl escaped his lips, drawing attention from the other people in the waiting room.

“Take me home,” (Y/N) said, pulling away to look in his eyes. “I need you, Shoto.”

Shoto tried very hard to concentrate. 

“But the doctor—”

“Damn the doctor.” She brushed her hand over Shoto’s bond mark again, and he shivered. “Take me home. To our home.”

Shoto only needed to be told twice. 

“Let’s go then,” he said, standing. “To our home.”

So they went. 

Afterwards, they talked. They talked about everything— Shoto’s time with the other woman, (Y/N)’s career at the branch office, the feelings they both had about what happened. In the middle of things, Natsuo called, worried out of his mind about their missed appointment, but when he heard (Y/N)’s laughter in the background, he was immediately mollified, telling Shoto not to fuck it up again. In the space of a single afternoon, the misery of six months was erased, long-forgotten in the face of deep, enduring love. 

“It was worth it though,” said (Y/N) thoughtfully. “Everything we’ve been through has been worth it to me to get here, with you.”

Shoto thought about it. He considered the heartache, the anguish, the misery; he considered his current happiness, and the love he bore his wife and mate.

“It was worth it,” he agreed. “You are worth it.”

And so it was.

[isabeauwolf]

Are shifters, vampires considered quirkless or no?

If supernatural creatures like werewolves, vampires and other shifters existed before quirks popped up in mha, would that be considered a quirk? Yes or no?

I'm trying to piece everything together for my shifter halfbred villain x Overhaul fanfic. He's still human, but he's her "fated mate" as her grandfather and Pops join their Yakuza groups into an arranged marriage. He feels the longing and undeniable pull, her grandfather gives him financial aid and men for his quirkless bullets and serum, in exchange for marrying her and continuing the royal bloodline.

As both Overhaul and Silver bonds grows stronger and stronger, Shigaraki and Dabi trying to become mate candidates in the shadows.

What does everyone think? Too much? Interested?

I've had this idea for months, piecing together dialogues, connecting our villainous birdman yakuza leader to my yakuza assassin wolf woman oc. A twisted kind of love between two villains in a world of quirks and heroes, who knows the dark truth in the underground, a fight to win the next King of Japan after All For Ones downfall, every King needs a Queen.

On another note, I could be getting back to my Skyrim fanfic, but no... Overhaul's been tempting me for months. Can you blame me? Seriously, look at this handsome birdy!

This idea honestly started out as a Overhaul x OC originally, of course, Shigaraki's gonna be all jealous and huffy since our birdman challenged him in the "Game of Thrones of MHA", then boom, Dabi shoved his way in! I don't know how? XD

[kacchanti]

First fic is up!!!

[horse-and-writer97]

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Updated: 1/19/2023

Note: some fics are linked to my side blog @horse-and-writer97-sideblog, all fics from now on will be posted to this account. Yay. I’m excited and nervous. 

While I may not be new to writing, I am new to posting what I’ve written. Here’s the complete list of my posted works.

Note: I’ll hopefully be adding to this blog very soon and posting more and more. Tips are welcomed. Anyone wishing to be tagged in any future works needs only ask.

Another Note: please DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. I can't believe I have to say that but with how much I've been seeing lately I'll add that. Reblog away but please ask me before reposting. I'm more than happy to talk to people and this is a friendly space here but every content creator should get a choice on how and where their content is shared! (AI I'm looking at you)

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Confession: Kakashi x OC!Kaede

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Burn the Past: 300 words, short story, fantasy/fiction

Created: 4/22/16

[brightboisterousbananas]

Fanfiction title: Bright Like a Burst of Symphony Category: Drabble Candom: My Hero Academia Chip: Bakugo/Midoriya Rating: G

Summary:

Titanic AU.

Katsuki arrives in America and the Statue of Liberty reminds him of someone.

(The iconic moment from Titantic, but with Katuski and Izuku)

Here is the link: Read on AO3

[hneypot]

𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐒

Untitled series | BNHA

summary tba…

Untitled | K. Bakugo | BNHA

summary tba… but smth angsty…hopefully

Untitled | C. Kent | DC

can’t be bothered to style your hair? not to fear, superboy is here!

Untitled | J. Todd | DC (Titans)

summary tba…

[thatnewweeb]

Bakugo Katsuki was always insecure about his hands, even if he’d never admit it.

At the start of your relationship, whenever you walked anywhere together, he’d shove his hands deep into his pockets, never giving you any chance to grab his hand.

They’re very rough, they have to be to withstand his Quirk, and he thinks you would hate it. They aren’t comfortable to hold, they might even hurt a little.

Even worse is his overactive sweat glands on his palms. The thought that you might grab his hand and be disgusted by what you felt scared him.

When you asked to hold hands, he told you he didn’t want to, that it was uncomfortable, that he didn’t like any kind of public affection, any excuse to get out of letting you touch his hands.

You always thought it was strange though. After all, he had no problem holding your hand on the way back to the locker rooms after training, even though that was just as public, and surely he would find that uncomfortable too. Sometimes he’d even hold your hand while on dates after coming back from the bathroom.

It took a while for you to realise that he would only hold your hand when he had just cleaned his hands, or if he was wearing thick gloves. When that realisation finally hit you, you figured out why he wouldn’t hold your hands often, even when it seemed clear he wanted to.

After that realisation, you quickly grabbed his hand before he had chance to stuff it into his pocket after class, on the walk back to your dorm building.

He immediately tried to pull his hand away, afraid of your reaction, but you just held on, smiling up at him, acting completely casual. When he realised you weren’t saying anything, he let himself relax a little, but he stays tense.

You talk just like normal on the way back to the dorms, making him relax even more, enjoying having your hand in his, like he’s been wanting since the start.

When he understands that you don’t care about his hands being the way they are, he relaxes completely.

From that day on, he’s constantly got your hand in his.

[somestierfanfics]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki & Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Katsuki & Yagi Toshinori | All Might Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki's Parents, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Hakamata Tsunagu | Best Jeanist Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Platonic Soulmates, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, Minor Injuries, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), rated t for bakugou's potty mouth, Bakugou Katsuki Redemption, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, season 4 spoilers through the overhaul arc, Alternate Universe - Mineta Minoru Doesn't Exist, that one's not actually important but I want to make it clear Series: Part 2 of every sign of love

Summary:

It’s not that he thinks he’s too good for soulmates. He is too good for soulmates. Whatever force in the universe that decided these things thought him and a weakling like Deku were soulmates. And how ridiculous is that? Bakugou doesn’t need soulmates or their stupid marks. He’s just fine on his own. (Or: Bakugou learns how to build bridges, not burn them, with a few minor inconveniences along the way.)

[melverie]

if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog! (sorry if you already got this!)

Sorry it took a bit to answer anon. College and work have been killing me these past few days^^;

01 - I speak five languages (German, French, English, Japanese and Korean) at varying levels of proficiency. I actually had my Korean final yesterday and I'd say it went pretty well 👀 Also I learned Italian for a while, though I only remember some basic phrases, how to say one idiom & how to flirt

02 - Ever since the Sins of Flesh update I've been SO obsessed with Cult of the Lamb again. These past few days the game icon just kept staring into my soul while I was trying my best to stay strong and focus on studying Speaking of being obsessed over games, once the new Professor Layton game releases I'm going to be SO annoying. Those games were my childhood :)

03 - When planning out a story, I have the habit of writing the plot details out on flashcards and putting them up on my walls. I get embarrassed over it whenever someone other than a select group of friends come over though, so when someone else visits I usually end up taking them down only to hang them back up once that person is gone lol

Bonus fact!

This one is probably going to MASSIVELY wrap everyone's view of me, but I feel like half of the more creative school work I submitted ended up being fandom related:

In eighth grade, we were supposed to write a two page long story about a murder case, and I just made it a Professor Layton x Phoenix Wright crossover. I even took one of the cases from Phoenix Wright as the base for my story, and I only barely changed the names, so you could EASILY tell that it was fanfiction

I got my English teacher to watch Assassination Classroom because we had to give a 3 minute presentation on something we liked. That's the same teacher that made one of his tests entirely about Batman btw, he was great <3 I also got my math teacher to watch the anime AND read the manga because I asked him about one math problems from it that I just didn't get. He wrote down the solution and literally programmed a little something to help me better understand how to get there. Another great teacher <3

Had to write a three-word story (you're given three words as prompts and have to built a short story around them), except one of the words was "chinchilla". I ended up writing about a "killer chinchilla" which is just the nickname my sister gave Minccino

I once ended up the state winner in a nation-wide art competition with a Pokémon ORAS-themed watercolor drawing I did (that piece was graded, so I'm counting it toward school work)

We were tasked with drawing a picture inspired by a song. I took My Hero Academia's first ED and made the drawing itself about My Hero Academia as well. Burnt through way too many pencils for this one. They hung it right next to the teachers' room, idk if it's still there tho

That same year we were also tasked with "building a creative trash can", and so I decided to make a little Korok that collects paper waste in a little bag. I also learned how to sew in order to make the bag, so that's cool (pic below!)

I somehow convinced my teacher to let me write my seminar paper on My Hero Academia

In elementary school, my friend group came up with a play set in Animal Crossing, and I ended up writing the entire thing (as in literally writing it so that you could act it out in Animal Crossing itself). That wasn't school work by any means, but regardless, I still very much did print it out just so I could give it to my homeroom teacher, so there's that

Also not school work, but once again in seventh grade I wrote an Animal Crossing New Leaf fanficiton (???) where you could vote what would happen next on the end of every chapter. A good portion of my class read it and I also made my PE teacher read the first chapter

That's by far not all of it but those were the first few things that popped into mind. Anyway, here's the pic of my little Korok paper waste collector!

[ao3feed-assassin-class]

So...We're Related

So...We're Related by GraceFieldChild

A fanficiton of a fanfiction... I don't know if that's called something else.

I guess this is a drabble?

Inspired by princessesandangels two works: Bye, Bye Yesterday and Odd Future Time. If I remember correctly, the series is called All For Assassination.

Please enjoy, or better yet, read the actual series. :D

Words: 715, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Assassination Classroom, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Isogai Yuuma, Iida Tenya, Iida Tensei | Ingenium

Additional Tags: crazy family relations :)

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44870404

[animereaderinsertwriter]

tags/warnings: a/b/o, omega trafficking, omega!reader, post-trafficked!reader, complex discourse on mating vs marriage, breakup then makeup, angst with a happy ending, mention of erectile dysfunction, eventual smut, dubcon elements, pseudo-infidelity

song: Careless Whisper // masterlist

Part I - Part II - ao3

The evening was dark and cold— the perfect backdrop for the warm glow of crystal chandeliers and the heat of a crowd flushed with drink. The air smelled sweetly of gardenias and mingling alpha, beta, and omega scents, marking the party as large but intimate as the guests mixed with one another, touching and kissing cheeks. Champagne and hors d'oeuvres were plentiful; as Shoto partook, the high-ceiling of the venue made his head spin with the dizzying luxury of the place. Being a wealthy son of a wealthy son, Shoto had been taught to appreciate such grandeur for what it was— but even so, the beauty around him faded, wilting in comparison to the beauty at his side. 

(Y/N). His wife. 

"You flatter me," he heard her saying, smiling kindly at a woman who had given her a back-handed compliment on her dress. "I hadn't thought that deeply on it, but I suppose I could have gone with something a bit more flashy for the occasion. I only thought of the time and effort it would take to make the gown, so I decided on something simple."

That, Shoto knew, was patently false. (Y/N) had thought a great deal about what she was to wear this evening and had even gone so far as to have the dress made to her exact measurements by the Todoroki family seamstress. It was a plain, simple garment with no embroidery or embellishments, stately blue in color and soft velvet in texture; its length brushed the floor, and with it, (Y/N) wore no jewelry save the simple sapphire earrings Shoto had gifted her on their anniversary and the tiny silver chain that had survived with her through the most difficult times of her life. 

It needs to be plain, she'd told him as he zipped her up in it for the first time. I don't want them to look at me and see my dress. I want to make them see me. 

As for Shoto, it was hard for him to look at (Y/N) and see anything else.

When you meet someone at the lowest point in their life, it is often that you will catch a glimpse of the most true version of them that exists. When Shoto had met his wife, she had been beaten so badly that she could barely see, and her body was littered with hundreds of scars from forced bond marks. She had been in the very pits of hell, denied proper food, water, and hygiene— and, when Shoto first saw her, her teeth were stained red with alpha blood, the sinewy strips of a man's throat between her unforgiving incisors. 

When he'd found her, she'd been a trafficked omega, what society would deem to be a person utterly destroyed— but even from that first moment, Shoto looked at her and saw a queen. He could never have stayed away from her if he'd tried; he had been half in love the moment he'd laid eyes on her, and he’d fallen the rest of the way when she spat the mangled throat from her teeth and said, 'I got the bastard,' before slumping to the ground, exhausted from the fight she'd had only moments before. 

Now, as she navigated the social intricacies of the gala with quiet grace, Shoto couldn't help but see that same woman. 

He loved his wife very much. 

"I'm tired, Shoto," she murmured, turning her bright eyes up to him once they were alone for the moment. She was so beautiful in the soft golden light that she took his breath away. "My head is starting to hurt."

Normally, Shoto's alpha instincts would have urged him to soothe her, whispering sweet, comforting words into her nape as they made their excuses. That had been the way of it for a very long time; once (Y/N) had been rescued, she’d found that often, intimately-mingling scents without ventilation were difficult for her to handle. It was something to do with increased sensitivity from so many forced bonds and the overstimulation of crowds, and in the event that Shoto was near (he always was), he would always help her navigate the crowd and find a safe place for her to breathe, allowing her body to rest. His instincts as well as his own innermost desires drove him to do it, the alpha in him calling to the omega in her.

Now, though, his body was at war with itself. Because of (Y/N)'s many, many previous bonds, the doctors had not recommended that they try to form a bond with Shoto's mating bite— which was fine, really. His mother and father had been a bonded pair, after all, and if nothing else, they were proof that mating bonds do not a happy marriage make. The problem was that (Y/N) had not claimed him with her own bite, the trauma of her own experiences too painful to allow it, and now Shoto had a new scar from an unfamiliar set of teeth. 

At (Y/N)'s need, his body felt…

Nothing. 

It had not been his intention for this to happen. Far from it— Shoto was utterly devoted to (Y/N). He had been over the moon to simply be in her life during her recovery, and then when they started dating, he had never imagined that he could feel so fulfilled by another person. She was his completion, his beginning and his end. It was by honest accident that this had happened— a truly catastrophic accident. 

"We'll leave soon," he told her, kissing her forehead. "Will you dance one more dance with me, darling?"

(Y/N)'s smile was weakened, but no less brave. 

"Of course," she replied, squeezing his hand. "Lead the way."

As Shoto led (Y/N) to the dancefloor, he marveled at how much of his life was wrapped up in her. After her rescue, (Y/N) had vowed never to be helpless ever again; as soon as she was well enough to walk, she'd immediately started looking for employment fit for her razor-sharp wit and had asked Shoto to train her to fight. By the time a few months had gone by, (Y/N) had started a brilliant career with the bureaucratic side of Endeavor's hero agency and could throw a punch like a convict; in a year's time, she followed Shoto as he opened his own agency, moving heaven and earth to keep everything afloat until the agency got its feet up under it. 

Looking at her there in her velvet gown, her scars on full display for the world, Shoto was reminded that anything he had, he had because of her. They didn't even sign a prenup before they got married— the way he saw it, everything he owned was rightfully hers anyway. 

"You seem distracted," (Y/N) said, her skin soft and warm beneath his hands as they swayed together. "Is everything okay?"

No. Nothing was okay, and Shoto refused to lie to her any more than he had to. 

"I am distracted," he replied, moving his thumb against the curve of her waist. "I want to forget everything that isn't this dance, be present in the moment, but—"

But I can't be, knowing that this is the last dance we'll share. 

(Y/N), so kind and understanding, smoothed her hand over his shoulder with an easy smile. 

"I get it," she told him. "Don't worry about it. You're doing just fine."

Shoto bit the inside of his cheek, fighting tears. 

If only he had listened when (Y/N) asked him to take a break from setting up yet another branch office for the agency. If only he had planned that surprise vacation he'd wanted to take (Y/N) on. If only, if only that secretary's heat hadn't been a week early, if only he could have seen her coming, if only there could have something between her stupid fucking teeth and his neck right there in the middle of the office—

But it was too late for that. In a freak biological anomaly, that poor omega secretary had felt a mating compulsion, and it destroyed both their lives just like that. Biological soulmates, the doctor had called them when they discovered the bond couldn't be undone. A perfect physical match.

The thought alone made Shoto feel sick to his stomach. 

"Baby," said (Y/N), stopping their movement altogether. Her eyes— so bright, like starlight— were somehow both soft and piercing. "What's wrong?"

It was time. Shoto couldn't hide it from her any longer. 

"Come outside with me," he said instead of answering. "This will be easier when your nose is clear."

(Y/N) didn't argue, but Shoto felt her anxiety spike like a physical ache. 

Soon, they were outside, and the chill of the evening was made biting by the wind. On instinct, Shoto made to tuck (Y/N) into his warmer side, but hesitated just before touching her. He'd lost that right. He didn't even deserve to breathe the same air as her. 

(Y/N) noticed the aborted motion. She turned to him, her eyes full of pain, and said,

"Shoto, you're frightening me."

"I'm sorry," he told her, and he meant it. "I'm just— I'm so, so sorry."

Her brows crinkled in confusion.

"For what?"

He told her everything. He told her every last detail from what had happened to what was currently happening— the omega's misery at the perceived rejection of her alpha and subsequent heat sickness, his own issues with his biology, everything. (Y/N) listened in perfect silence, her face never once moving, even when tears began to flow down her cheeks. Each wet line that fell from her eyes was like the lash of a whip against his heart, but Shoto withheld nothing. 

Total honesty was the very least he could give her. 

"I understand if you want a divorce," he said, though the very idea of it made him want to walk into traffic. "Anything you want, you can have."

For a long moment, (Y/N) did not speak. When she finally did, what she said felt like iodine poured in a puncture wound. 

"I don't want anything from you. Do what you think is best for everyone, Shoto, but leave me my career. It's the only thing I have that is truly mine."

Great God— how could she think he would do otherwise? 

"Of course." The words felt like they had been squeezed from him— it was like his throat was a tube of almost-empty toothpaste that had been crushed. He wanted to say more, but he choked on whatever he could possibly have said, his own body rejecting the grief he felt. 

(Y/N), as perceptive as ever, noticed immediately. Her nose wrinkled, doubtless registering the scent change beneath his fading topical blockers, and she looked as though she might be sick.

"I'm going to Momo's tonight," she said. "I don't think I can be at home."

At home. Her home. Their home. 

"Now, or ever?" he asked quietly, averting his gaze with shame.

"I'm not sure," she replied, her voice breaking. "I'll get someone to get my things—"

"No."

(Y/N) flinched at the harshness of his tone, but Shoto could bear it no longer. 

"Our house is your home," he said, struggling to keep the emotion out of his voice. "Even if you no longer want it, it's yours. It's always been yours. I'll— I'll move my things as soon as it can be arranged, if that will make you more comfortable."

(Y/N) shrugged. She turned her face from him, hiding her tears.

"Do whatever you like, Shoto. It doesn't make a difference to me."

This was bad, really bad. For years, they had worked together to develop (Y/N)'s sense of preference, to help her become reaccustomed to having agency in her own life; during the years she'd been trafficked, she had been conditioned to put aside every feeling, every preference of her own, and they had fought like hell to get her to a place where making choices and not submitting to another's preference was easy, normal. Now, in a single instant, she gave it up once more, withdrawing from Shoto in curdled complacency. 

"I'll call a cab," he said, passing her the keys to his car. "Will you—"

He caught himself. He had nearly asked (Y/N) to call him when she got to Momo's. 

“Don’t worry,” she told him, as though that were even physically possible, as though he were the one in need of comfort. “I’ll be okay. I’ve survived worse.”

That… wasn’t the point.

“Go to your mate,” she continued, though her body began to tremble. “I’m sure she needs you now more than I do.”

Shoto wanted to die. Instead, he just stood there, staring at (Y/N) as though it was the last time he would ever see her.

“Go,” she pleaded, shivering, shaking. “Please, Shoto. I’m— I’m not strong enough. I can’t do it.”

His gut roiled and rioted, but he forced himself to turn from her. One foot in front of the other, he managed to tear himself away; apology after apology clogged his throat, but he choked them all down, strangling himself on their acrid taste. (Y/N) had asked him to go, so he would go. He would do anything for her, even if it killed him. 

I’m sorry, he thought as the wind stung the tears on his cheeks. I’m so, so sorry.

***

Healing came once more for (Y/N) in slow and stumbling steps, but it did eventually come.

She never returned home after that evening. It was easier to excise herself from Shoto that way, to move out and move on without a single backward glance. After all, (Y/N) had the means and the money to buy new things— and why would she want all of her old things when they would just smell like broken memories? No, it was much better this way with her new apartment and her new life. She had started out with far less the first time, and if she had done it once, she could do it again. 

Of course, there were some things that remained the same. Her career, of course, was still her own despite being part of Shoto’s agency; to avoid being in the way, (Y/N) had relocated to a branch office outside of town, but her everyday tasks were still the same as they had always been. She kept her head down and worked hard, pouring blood, sweat, and tears into the success of the company, and she was rewarded with an exceptionally fulfilling work life and dear friends that she might not have otherwise met. (Y/N) had even learned to enjoy the commute out of the city in the early hours of the morning and late hours of the evening, using the time to relax and reflect on the blessings of being far, far away from her husband and his mate.

Surprisingly, the Todoroki family’s presence and friendship was another aspect of (Y/N)’s life that had not changed. They had been more than understanding throughout the whole ordeal, and they had given her comfort as well as space when she needed it. Her in-laws visited often for both business and pleasure, often dropping by to discuss potential mergers, business plans, and new additions to the family, and despite the pain that surfaced in their eyes when they thought (Y/N) wasn’t looking, she enjoyed their company greatly. Natsuo was of particular comfort, always regaling her with some new and horrible tale from the ER, his stories ranging from penises caught in M&M tubes to reattaching a thumb that had been blown off by some idiot holding lit pyrotechnics— it was nice, she thought, to still have family even when she had no longer had any right to them.

“He’s unhappy, you know,” Natsuo had told her privately one evening after they’d shared a dinner together with Fuyumi and Touya. “I’m sorry if it brings you pain, but I thought you had a right to know.”

He’d reached out and squeezed her hand, and (Y/N) had smiled at him as though his words hadn’t been like a blow to the gut. Even after six months of radio silence, the wound Shoto had left was still so raw that even so light a touch made her queasy.

“Touya also went to jail earlier this week,” he’d said in an effort to change the subject, raising his voice slightly so that his brother could hear him over the clanking of dishes. “Isn’t that right, Touya-nii?”

“Shut up, snitch!” Touya had growled from the kitchen. “It was for a good cause!”

The good cause in question was cold-cocking a reporter that was trying to ask some very leading questions about the split between (Y/N) and Shoto. There were some implications made about (Y/N)’s past, some commentary on her scars, and Touya, who had already been to prison, thank you very much, had done everyone a favor and punched the bastard right in his ‘ugly, gap-toothed face.’

Touya was not a very nice person, but (Y/N) loved him all the same for his kind heart.

And so life went on. Of course, there were moments of bone-deep agony, times when (Y/N) wasn’t sure if she wouldn’t die from the ache for Shoto— but those times passed, and in the aftermath, (Y/N) reminded herself that she would rather have this trouble than a thousand others. She was fortunate indeed that a broken heart was the most of her burdens. Things could always be much, much worse. 

It was with thoughts of this nature that (Y/N) made the trek from the parking lot of her apartment complex to her penthouse. The July heat still lingered in the moisture of the evening, clinging to the cloth of her starched work shirt, but she decided to take the stairs anyway, still uncomfortable with small, confined spaces like elevators even after these last few years. Besides, stretching her legs after a day of sitting at the office would probably be good for her.

Better get all the fresh air and exercise I can, she thought as she began climbing. My heat should start in a few hours, and once it starts, I’ll be trapped inside for a week.

Her good mood soured somewhat. This would be her first heat without Shoto since the beginning of their marriage— she would be lucky if she didn’t end up calling him in the haze of her heat, asking for an alpha that was no longer hers. Maybe she should hide her phone from herself. Yes, that would do, she thought as she fiddled with her key. She’d hide it from herself, and then—

(Y/N) froze. 

A strange scent filled her nose. It stank like alpha inside her home, and once she opened her door further, she saw that her apartment was thoroughly trashed. Fear lanced through her, and her heart pounded in her chest— in a thrill of sheer panic, she reached for her phone and used her speed dial, careless of who would be on the other end of the line. 

It rang once, twice. (Y/N) backed away from the threshold of her apartment, fear clutching tightly inside her breast. As she did so, she bumped into something solid, and before she could scream, pain blossomed in the back of her head, and she knew no more. Her last thought before her consciousness faded to black was of Shoto, and of how confused he would be that she would call him now, just before her heat.

She hoped he wouldn’t make any assumptions.

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

A Sad Boy in a Tree-House

A Sad Boy in a Tree-House by B1ack0ut

Izuku Midoriya wasn't just quirkless, he was a survivor from the Time War on Gallifrey. Now he's here on earth surrounded by people with quirks. Making friends and facing monsters Izuku aids the earth in hope that his family is somewhere hidden on the planet.

This is a rewrite from my story on fanficiton under the same title.

Words: 16119, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Doctor Who

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku's Family, Uraraka Ochako, Uraraka Ochako's Parents, Ashido Mina, Class 1-A, Thirteen, David Shield, Melissa Shield, Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Nezu, Hatsume Mei, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Maijima Higari | Power Loader, Hadou Nejire, Eri, Sensei | All For One, Iida Tenya

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako, Class 1-A & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Hatsume Mei & Midoriya Izuku, Iida Tenya & Midoriya Izuku, Tokage Setsuna & Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina & Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina & Uraraka Ochako, Hadou Nejire & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Toogata Mirio, Eri & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Izuku & Melissa Shield

Additional Tags: Time Lord Izuku Midoriya, Alien Midoriya Izuku, Action/Adventure, Science Fiction, Tragedy, U.A. Teacher Midoriya Izuku

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43824912