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I just re-read a really good Vampire!Aizawa fic and i know it's not spooky season yet but its all my brain wants to draw so you're all gonna witness my spiral into drawing vampire vibes Aizawa on the main blog (crow-gothtree) and I know no one is going to see this but it is what it is.

in other terms if anyone got some vampire bnha fics yes please

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I love drawing for the fantasy / vampire AU by me and my best friend Moth. This picture may or may not be an upcoming scene in our fic Scorching Moonlight 👀

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II - THE WEIGHT OF SURVIVAL

Summary: waking in the care of the rebellion, you recount your impossible survival — saved by a Sangreal Hunter who should have killed you — and as Aizawa orders a blood test to uncover why, a chilling realization settles in: whatever they find might change everything

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of vampires, vampire Dabi

WCT: circa 2.1k

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Darkness still clung to you like a second skin. It was deep, vast, yet soothing, wrapping around you in a way that made your body feel weightless, like you had been untethered from the constant pain and exhaustion of existence.

But slowly, the weight returned.

A dull ache spread through your limbs, a heaviness pressing down against your ribs. Your fingers twitched, brushing against something rough yet warm, and the distant sensation of fabric beneath your skin dragged you back into reality.

A sound — a faint creaking of wood, the distant murmur of voices, the soft crackle of a fire burning somewhere close — filled the air. It was different from the dead silence of the Dregs you mostly experienced, from the ever-present howl of the wind screaming through skeletal buildings.

This place was enclosed. Safe.

Your mind clawed its way back to the last thing you remembered. Blood. Fangs. Fire. The vampire with turquoise eyes.

Your heart lurched.

Your body jerked forward as your senses slammed back into place. You gasped sharply, your lungs struggling to take in air, and in an instant, pain pulsed through your shoulder, tearing through you like a wildfire beneath your skin.  A strangled breath hitched in your throat as you reached for the source, fingers brushing over thick bandages.

You had been patched up. That thought sent a new wave of fear rolling through your stomach.

Your eyes snapped open. You were awake. But where were you?

And you were somewhere unfamiliar.

Your gaze darted wildly across the small chamber you had found yourself in. The walls were made of old stone, jagged but solid, and the ceiling hung low, wooden beams darkened with age. The air smelled of dust, parchment, and burning wood — a strange mix of old and lived-in, cluttered yet somehow comforting. A single candle flickered on the desk nearby, its golden glow illuminating stacks of scattered books and loose maps, crumpled notes scribbled in hurried ink.

The blankets pooled around your waist smelled clean, though they were rough with overuse. The bed beneath you was firm but not uncomfortable.

You were still in the Dregs. This was likely a hideout — one of many scattered through the ruins of Musutafu, tucked away by those who refused to kneel to the Sangreal but lacked the strength to stand against them. Survivors, drifters, those trying to disappear.

How did someone find you in that dim alley?

Your pulse still raced, but your body was too weak to move much. You pressed a shaky palm against the thin mattress, testing your strength. Your limbs still felt drained, like the blood had been siphoned from you while you slept.

A door creaked open.

Your body stiffened instantly.

A man stepped inside, and you barely had time to take in his appearance before his gaze locked onto yours.

Sharp, calculating, and impossibly tired.

He wasn’t young. His black hair was streaked with strands of silver, falling in messy strands around his severe, unshaven face. His eyes — dark, hooded, and weighted with exhaustion — scanned you in one slow, deliberate motion, assessing every inch of you in a way that made you feel laid bare.

You didn’t move.

Neither did he.

Then, after a long, unreadable silence, he sighed. “So, you’re awake.” His voice was rough, worn down, like a blade dulled by time. “That’s good.” His voice was rough, deep and flat, as if he had used it too much or not at all.

You said nothing, forcing yourself to remain still as he pulled a rickety wooden chair closer and sank into it.

You swallowed, your throat dry. “Where…?”

“You’re in one of our safe houses,” he answered before you could finish. “You were found right outside our door,” the dark-haired man added, voice unreadable. “Collapsed. Barely breathing. With that shoulder torn up and no supplies on you.”

Your fingers curled into the blanket at your sides. Memories of what happened — of them, of him — flashed behind your eyes.

“You’re with the rebellion,” you murmured, though it wasn’t a question.

His brow lifted slightly. “Good guess.”

Silence stretched again, neither of you speaking. The tension in your muscles refused to ease.

“But that’s not important now. Tell me what happened to you?” he finally asked.

You exhaled slowly, your fingers tightening around the sheets. “I was attacked,” you admitted, voice quiet but steady. “By low-class vampires. A gang of them.” Your throat constricted slightly at the memory of their claws digging into your skin, the stink of rotting breath against your neck. “I thought I was going to die.”

His stare didn’t waver. “But you didn’t.”

Your breath hitched. “No.” You hesitated, your body tensing before forcing the words out. “A vampire saved me.”

For the first time, something in his expression shifted. It was slight, but you caught the way his gaze sharpened just a fraction, his fingers flexing at his sides. “A vampire,” he repeated, tone unreadable.

You nodded. “I don’t know why,” you uttered truthfully. “He could have taken me just as easily. He should have. But he didn’t.”

The man studied you carefully, like he was searching for something beyond your words. Then, he sighed again, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Anything more that you remember?”

“There was fire.” You swallowed. “Blue fire.”

The man’s fingers tapped once against his knee.

“He killed them all,” you continued. “But he didn’t hurt me.”

Something passed over the man’s expression. Not quite disbelief. Not quite understanding. “Vampires don’t save people,” he stated matter-of-factly.

You nodded, because it was true. “I know,” you said. “But he did.”

The man didn’t respond immediately. He only watched you, long enough that you had to fight not to fidget beneath his stare.

You frowned. “I thought you’d be relieved that a person somehow survived.”

His lips twitched in something that wasn’t quite amusement. “You should be dead.” The black-haired man’s gaze flickered to your shoulder, where fresh bandages had been wrapped snugly around your wound. “But you’re not. And that raises more questions than it answers.”

Before you could ask what he meant, the door creaked again. This time, an older woman stepped in.

She was small, frail-looking, but the moment her gaze landed on you, you felt a weight of authority settle over you. Her face was lined with age, but her eyes were sharp and knowing, gleaming with something both gentle and firm.

“Forgive me for interrupting, Shota, but I need to check upon her.”

The man gave a single nod.

Suddenly it clicked. You knew who the man sitting beside the bed was.

You had heard countless stories about Shota Aizawa, the leader of the rebellion against Sangreal. The man who had built an army out of desperate survivors and fallen heroes, who had stood against the tyrants who ruled this world with fangs and violence.

The one vampire society had failed to break.

He was like a ghost among the ruins, a myth whispered in hushed tones in the Ash Markets, the last flickering light against Sangreal’s endless night.

And now, he was staring at you.

“Glad to see you’re awake,” the older woman vocalized simply, stepping forward. “Let me take a look at that shoulder.”

She didn’t wait for permission.

You hesitated, but then let her gently begin undoing your bandages. Her touch was careful, practiced, and the moment the fresh air kissed the wound, you inhaled sharply through your teeth.

“Still tender, I see,” she hummed, replacing the old dressing with a fresh one. “Try not to move it too much.”

Your mind buzzed with too many questions, but one pressed forward before the others. “Do you know who he was?” You asked silently, looking at the man sitting on the chair.

Both of them paused.

You didn’t miss the way their gazes briefly flickered toward each other.

“I didn’t get a good look at him,” you admitted, your voice quieter now. “But his eyes…” You swallowed. “They were turquoise. The most striking, unnatural shade I’ve ever seen.”

The silence that followed was sharp.

The older woman finished securing your bandages, but she didn’t speak. She simply exhaled, giving the man a knowing glance.

You sat up slowly, ignoring the protest in your limbs. “Who was he?”

His dark eyes met yours again. “Dabi,” he uttered simply. He studied your expression carefully before continuing, voice dipped in something dangerous. “The most dangerous of Sangreal’s Hunters.”

Your stomach twisted, the weight of the words settling deep in your chest.

The vampire who saved you — the one who should have killed you — wasn’t just any vampire. He was one of them. One of Sangreal’s killers.

And suddenly, you needed to know why had he let you live.

Aizawa let out a slow breath, then turned toward the older woman. “I need to know why,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face, the exhaustion suddenly pressing into his shoulders. “Why wasn’t she killed like any other person should have been?”

The words stung, but he wasn’t wrong.

A Sangreal Hunter wouldn’t just leave someone alive.

Recovery Girl sighed, setting down the bowl of water she had been using to clean your wound. “You think I have an answer for that?” she murmured, giving him a sharp glance. “You think any of us do?”

Aizawa’s jaw tightened. “Dabi’s never done this before.”

That sent a new wave of unease curling through you.

“He doesn’t let people go,” Shota continued, his voice even but laced with a dark undertone. “Not unless there’s a reason.”

Your stomach twisted.

There was nothing special about you. You weren’t a warrior, weren’t a rebel, weren’t anyone worth keeping alive.

The Recovery Girl tapped her fingers against the table beside her, thoughtful. “Then maybe we should start with what we do know.” She looked at you now, sharp, assessing. “If it wasn’t a mistake, there must be something about you that made him hesitate.”

Your fingers curled into the blanket draped over you. “Like what?”

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she turned back to Aizawa. “How about we test her blood?”

Aizawa’s gaze flickered. He hadn’t considered it. Yet.

Your pulse spiked. You didn’t like where this was going.

“Most vampires kill indiscriminately,” Recovery Girl continued. “But not all blood is the same. If this one is different—”

“She’s human,” Aizawa reminded her flatly.

Chiyo raised an eyebrow. “And? We’ve seen how they experiment with blood, how they evolve, how they find new ways to feed. What if there’s something about her that made him stop?”

Aizawa exhaled sharply through his nose, looking away. His fingers twitched slightly against his knee, then stilled. He hated that he had to consider it. “We need to know what makes her different.”

The room suddenly felt too small.

Your pulse was too loud, too fast, hammering in your ears.

But what could you do? Say no? Storm out and wander back into the Dregs, where death was waiting for you in every alleyway?

No.

You weren’t stupid. You swallowed hard, forcing your voice to steady. “…Fine. I also want to know why…”

Recovery Girl gave you a small nod, setting the supplies down beside you. “Good,” she said. 

Without a word, she got up and walked to the far corner of the room, where the shelves sagged beneath the weight of age-old medical supplies.

You watched her move, your chest tightening as she sifted through the contents, picking her tools with careful precision.

The soft clink of glass. The quiet shuffle of items being moved aside.

Chiyo returned a moment later, carrying a small metal tray, the dim lantern light glinting off the surface. A syringe. A vial. A length of rubber tubing.

Your throat went dry.

Aizawa must have noticed the way your body tensed, because his voice dropped slightly, not soft, but not as harsh as before. “I know you’re scared,” he stated. “But if a Sangreal Hunter let you live, that needs to be explained.”

The rubber tubing was secured around your arm. The syringe bit into your skin, sharp and fleeting.

You barely felt the needle slide beneath your skin, but your breath still shuddered as the vial slowly filled with your blood.

As Chiyo sealed the vial with practiced hands, a sick, clawing dread settled deep in your gut.

Whatever they were about to discover, you had the awful feeling it would change everything.

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Well, That Bites ... (Part 2)

Ask and you shall receive.

Vampire!Shouta, (temporary)Werewolf!Hizashi, Human!Reader

Part 2 of ???

Hizashi is bitten by a werewolf and undergoing treatment to reverse the transformation, but in the meantime, Shouta needs a reliable blood source. You're a friend from school and aware of Shouta's condition and volunteer yourself as a temporary solution. It's decided you'll move in with them to make everything easier.

NSFW (Get your Smut here)

Part 1

When Shouta came home from teaching the next night, he caught you swiping on some dating app. You should really be proud of the restraint he showed in not immediately smashing your phone. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end, but it’s different than when he’s hungry. He shifts, his weight resting on the couch cushion behind you causing you to jump. “W-were you hungry?” He is now, but he knows better than to eat when he’s like this. Whatever … this is.

Shouta pulls Hizashi aside when he comes home for a little discussion. You were looking to date? But you’re theirs. Part of their colony, their pack. Weren’t they enough for you? Their behavior changes after that. Hizashi is clingy. All over you when he’s at home, more than usual. You start finding his clothing mixed in with yours when you go to do laundry. Not that you weren’t already picking up more of the housework. After your incident, the three of you agreed that you would take a step back from hero work, at least for now.

Shouta, on the other hand, becomes colder toward you. He stops sleeping in the bed with you, he doesn’t join in Hizashi’s cuddle piles anymore, he keeps his feedings to a minimum until they stop altogether. When you try to talk to him, he shrugs you off, retreating to his bedroom to brood. Even Hizashi is on edge around him. When you make a joke that he must be getting “hangry,” Shouta storms into the room dragging Hizashi away. He barely acknowledges you, snaping a harsh, “I’m fine,” as the door slams shut behind them.

You can hear them arguing in the next room. Hizashi’s fears that by pushing you away, Shouta is damaging whatever relationship the three of you have built over these few months. When Shouta finally admits that he hasn’t fed in nearly a week, Hizashi throws a fit, reminding him how dangerous that is. You stand by the doorway throwing out that you’ve been offering. Of course you had been worried, but you figured he made other arrangements.

Accusations are thrown around. Hizashi lets it slip that Shouta saw you swiping through the dating app. Why were you leaving them? Did you really think it was a good idea to bring someone else into this situation? It dawns on you then what it must have looked like. You assure them that you have no interest in dating right now. All, well most, of your needs are fulfilled. An associate was suspicious that her husband was cheating on her, and she asked you to see if he was on one of the apps. Your friend wasn’t exactly pleased with what you found (he was), but Shouta and Hizashi are put at ease by your explaination.

What was that about only most of your needs were being met? They’ll need to fix that. Go on, tell them what you need. You’re so shy. You’re all friends here. No secrets, right?

You’re already in their bedroom. It doesn’t take much for them to have you backed up against their bed. You swear you catch a flash of Shouta’s red eyes as they stand at the foot of the bed, waiting for an invitation. And invite them you do. Holding out your wrist as you normally would to let Shouta feed. He shakes his head, chest rumbling with a chuckle at the thought of taking you like this.

It’s a sight to behold as you sit there, fearless before them. They stalk closer, hunger in their eyes as they descend upon you. Hizashi’s behind you, lips on your neck as his hand slips just under the hem of your shirt. Shouta’s above you, kneeling between your legs as he grabs a handful of hair tilting your head back, forcing you to look him in the eye. “You have no clue how long I’ve been waiting for this, kitten.”

Sharpened fangs rake a long your neck, not yet piercing the skin. Quickening breaths fill the room with an erratic harmony of whines. Moans. Pleas.

Hizashi's erection digs in against your hip. You're turning to kiss him, and then Shouta, and then Hizashi again. Your shirt rides up exposing more skin for them to grope. Jeans are unbuttoned and belts unbuckled, the sensual slide of a lover’s hands as they ease tight fabric down thighs and over heads.

Minutes pass and the three of you are are enthralled in one another. It's almost as if they're waiting for you to give them permission to move further. Thumbs catch on the lace of your bra, your panties, digging in and kneading your supple skin.

“Please-” the rest of your words are gone before you can finish your sentence. Sharpened nails tearing what little fabric remains, your body bare before their predatory eyes.

Hizashi guides your hand down to his cock, rutting into it as copious amounts of pre fall from the tip, coating your hand as he chases his release. He stuffs his fingers into your open mouth, preventing you from silencing your cries as Shouta takes his place between your thighs.

Shouta's hands settle on your knees, spreading them apart. Your breath hitches as he leans down, a sly grin stretching across his lips as he assures you that you’ll make a lovely feast tonight. You had already forgotten how long it's been since he last fed. His words doing little to reassure you, you begin to squirm, but you're no match for the two of them.

Hizashi's fingers slip from your mouth. The thread of saliva disconnecting to fall on your chin. “How are you doing, sweetheart?” he asks. Those few words reassuring you that you're safe. All you need to do is say the word and they'll stop what they're doing.

You lick your lips, eyes meeting his. “I'm good.”

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That's right. You are a good girl.”

You're distracted, barely feeling the pinpricks when Shouta sinks his fangs into the femoral vein running down your thigh. You groan in … pleasure? Mind foggy with the promise of pleasure, clouded by endorphins and the venom seeping into your blood.

When Hizashi's spit-soaked fingers find your entrance, you see stars. The gentle flick of his thumb across your clit has your hips bucking against Shouta’s strong grip keeping you in place. Lifting his head from your thigh, he tsks at Hizashi, reprimanding the blond for making you squirm.

You can't help but be entranced at the sight of your blood coating his chin. Reaching out, you collect the trail as it runs along his neck. There’s a certain intimacy with how he takes your hand in his, kissing your fingertips before his tongue collects the traces of his meal. The reverence with which he lowers his lips to your wrist, kissing the barely noticeable scars from his past meals. The way his now clear eyes study your face, taking in the ecstasy from your other lover’s fingers curling into you.

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You think he's come to kill you, to drink and fuck his fill, but no. He's come to claim you. 

That isn't to say he doesn't still fuck you, or devour you; and you're not sure which has you feeling closer to death, closer to damned. You feel spitroasted, between the six - maybe seven inches in one end, and the two or three inches in the other. The skin between your neck and your knees is on fire.

You beg for him -- not to stop, but just to put it out. As if he wasn't the source of the inferno in your veins. Still, he shushes you, soothes you with a kiss full of spit and blood, the touch just as cool in comparison to your spiking fever as the cum he fills you with; oddly refreshing, like an IV drip --

Drip.

Dream. Drop.

Through your sick-sort of sleep, you dream of a villain you'd once heard of, with metal in his mouth. But then the vision twists, and the metal is wrapped around a neck instead. A man made of moonlight and shadow, but with eyes that glow like a streak of sunset. Gold, to red, depending -- they'd been gold when he greeted you, when you let him in, but then red as he kissed you, killed you. You snap awake gasping, choking, not from a lack of air, but from too much of it. Your lungs feel full, expanded to their limits, stiff and gaping as you blink your bedroom back into your brain. Your neck itches, but when you squirm, it's just to realize that you're stuck. Pinned down by a hand in your hair, and a hand on your chest. Your fight and flight kicks in, and you're ready to bite, to scream and run --

He tuts above you.

Aizawa, as they call him. Shouta, as he let you call him. Your curse, his lover, your killer, his claim --

"Move too much and you'll only make it ugly."

You want to ask what. What will you make ugly. But then, through the pounding of your head (but not in your chest), you register a sliver of sunlight streaming in through your curtains. It's the soft, pale periwinkle of sunrise -- and it scalds perfectly across your neck like white, hot lightning. It sears your flesh, now that you're allergic to it; scarring across your throat until he forces you to roll over, like a goddamn rotisserie chicken. You hiss and cry into the pillows until he's finished with you, drawing the curtain closed only once you feel the circumference of your new, permanent collar connect across the nape of your neck. 

Because the bitemark wasn't enough?  Your throat hurts too much to give the question a voice; charred and scarred on the outside, parched on the inside. And yet, there’s something sort of like an answer that fills your head. It forms like TV static, a little sharp and fuzzy, a voice not your own, a laugh not your own. It makes your bones tingle and itch, like they’re stuck on standby, waiting for your brain to tell them what to do. Except, when you try to tell them to shift into a more comfortable position, they don’t. They don’t listen. And anxiety feels weird when not accompanied by a racing heart.

You feel him before you hear him, and then you hear him before you see him, and then when you finally, finally see him, it’s already too late. You know him. He’s made of the very same shadows, the very same moonlight, but there’s something…something softer about him. His eyes burn on you, inside of you, but pleasantly so – unlike the sun you’ll surely miss. The sun that’s surely burning at his back right now, if he’s really, truly the same. Same body language, same bags under his eyes, same strange scarf. A stranger, but already a comfortable guest amidst your stream of consciousness, whether welcome there or not.

He tells you to sleep.

That it’s still too early.

Sleep, you’ll feel better later.

Sleep, and then you’ll eat, you’ll drink, and you’ll be grateful that it’s Aizawa that’s claimed you.

Created you.

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CHAPTER 10. TAKE OVER

❝To fuck around is human, to find out is divine.❞

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Izuku tensed, Tsuyu's breath hitched, and Mineta whimpered—but all three held their ground, shielding Aizawa with trembling determination.

Just as the Nomu closed in—

"You...piece of TRASH!!" 

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| A blur shot across the Plaza, colliding with the creature and sending it flying.

The impact was so powerful that it crashed into the rocky mountainside of the Landslide Zone. Debris crumbled around as the ground shook from the force.

The battlefield fell silent as all eyes snap towards you.

You ignore them, your blood-red gaze locked on the disoriented lab project as it staggered to its feet.

Confusion briefly contorted Shigaraki's face as he registered your new appearance before fury took over once again.

"Well what are you waiting for?!" he screamed at the Nomu, his voice shrill with anger. "KILL HER!"

The Nomu roared in response, gearing up to attack again. But before it could even make it halfway you met it head-on.

Your fist connected with a sickening crack, sending the creature reeling again. Strike after strike you tore into the Nomu. Every blow resonating with power.

The battlefield seemed to blur around you, the chaos dimming as you focused solely on the beast before you.

Even when its regenerative abilities struggled to keep up you refused to slow down. You didn't stop.

"DO NOT FEAR! FOR I AM..." By the time All Might arrived the Nomu was barely holding its ground.

The Number One Hero paused mid-step, his sharp gaze falling on your transformed figure. "...here?"

White hair whipped around your face and your crimson eyes burned with an intensity that made even him falter—it was a look he hadn't seen in years, one that sent a shiver down his spine.

But as he watched you deliver a crushing blow to the Nomu, that flicker of recognition turned into determination.

"YOUNG AKASHIYA!" his voice boomed with approval. "LET'S FINISH THIS TOGETHER!"

The two of you moved in tandem, you and All Might tag-teaming the Nomu, your combined strength overwhelming the creature.

Blow after blow you fought in perfect sync, wearing it down until it was little more than a stumbling husk.

With a final, devastating punch, you send the Nomu far away from the battlefield.

And as its monstrous form sailed through the air, your eyes lock onto Tomura Shigaraki's. Through the disembodied hands, red vermillion filled with unbridled fury is what you meet.

A cold thought crossed your mind. 'Hmm...I'll fix that for him.'

"YOU—" he began, his voice trembling with venomous rage.

He never finishes the sentence.

You materialize before him in a heartbeat, fingers bypassing the severed limbs to wrap around his neck in a vice-like grip.

There's no triumphant glee in your eyes—only one of bored arrogance.

Time stops.

Both heroes and villains alike freeze.

Their eyes widen at the sight of you—a mere student—holding the ringleader of the League of Villains by the throat.

Seething with humiliation, Shigaraki lungs for your wrist in attempt to regain control of the situation.

His brittle fingers close around your skin; eyes squinting with a eerily grin as he waits for that satisfying crumble, that disintegration, that ultimate proof of his power.

He freezes. 'No...no...nononononononono'

Your skin...

'My quirk is absolute...It destroys...So why...'

Shigaraki's pupils tremble the longer he stares at your rapidly healing skin. It breaks and flake—like ashes scattering to the wind.

And in their place, new skin forms, unmarred and whole as if nothing had happened.

'Why isn't it working?'

His thoughts whirl, a tornado of denial and disbelief, until the horrifying truth crashes into him: he is powerless against you.

"Not so fun when it's happening to you...is it?"

With a gnawing sense of dread, he shakily moves view from your wrist back to your eyes.

Instead of reflecting the light cheerful tone of your voice, they were livid. Bloodshot—filled with a rage and intensity he's never seen, never felt before.

With the hand around his neck, Shigaraki realizes—without a shadow of doubt—that you have the power to crush his windpipe and end him right then and there.

Terrified, he breaks from your gaze and frantically tries to release himself from your iron grip on his throat.

But it was too late.

You caught the glint in his eyes. The flicker of genuine, unfiltered fear within those once malicious filled eyes—fear of you.

And you oh so adore it.

Your grip tightens. Almost till the point of feeling the fragile bones of Shigaraki's neck creak under the pressure.

You can feel his frantic pulse beneath your palm quickening, he's struggling to breath—desperate for oxygen.

His eyes widen in disbelief and terror before frantically removing his hold on you in attempt to free yours on his throat.

Knees buckling from lack air, Shigaraki finally collapse with struggling gasps.

For a brief second you relish in the sight of his kneeling form as the sensation of his once speeding pulse weakens under your grip.

Panic erupts on both sides: the heroes fearing you'll cross a irredeemable line while the villains, confident that you will, begin to close in.

Shigaraki's eyes dart, catching sight of Kurogiri hovering ominously closer; perhaps thinking you're distracted.

But you're far from it.

The corners of your mouth twitch upward in a sadistic grin and you press your nails even deeper into Shigaraki's flesh.

Crescent-shaped indents now become craters; each filled with a small pool of his blood before trickling down.

In a panic Shigaraki's gaze snaps back to you only to see the deadly promise that flashes in your eyes: Any closer, he dies.

Barely able to muster a voice through his constricted airway, Shigaraki uses the last of his rapidly depleting strength and weakly lifts a trembling hand.

"St...stop" Whether it's aimed at you or his underlings is unclear, but it achieves its purpose. Everyone cease.

When he turns back he sees the faintest trace of a smirk on your lips.

A mocking little twist, as if you knew he'd break—that he had no choice but to yield to you. His mind spirals.

'What is this feeling? This...crippling fear? She's...' He locks eyes with you once more, meeting what can only be described as the gaze of a demon, and the thought crystallizes:

'She's a monster.'

As he's paralyzed in a state of fear you began to lean closer to him. Your face nears his, so close that he feels your breath against his skin.

For a fleeting moment it's almost intimate and it sends an uninvited shudder down his spine.

Your lips are millimeters away from his ear, close enough to touch yet staying away, as if even the proximity is a privilege he doesn't deserve.

"I don't care who the hell you are—be it the leader of villains or even the Symbol of Peace himself." you hissed, your voice dripping with venom and conviction." I will destroy 𝑎𝑛𝑦 who brings harm to what is mine."

You pull back, but not before giving him a final warning, your fangs gleaming in the dim light like sharpened knives.

Then, with a flick of your wrist, you release him.

Shigaraki crumbles to the ground with gasps for air, all remaining dignity stripped away.

He looks up at you with hatred burning in his eyes. But there was something else there...something he couldn't mask.

Fear.

He hated it—loathed it. But he couldn't deny it.

He couldn't touch you. His Quirk was powerless against you and he knew it.

Still gasping, his gaze slid over to All Might standing a few paces away.

The sight of the towering hero sent a jolt through him and he remembered the initial plan, the one that had been ruined so utterly by you.

Weakly, he raised a trembling hand and rasped, "Kurogiri!"

The dark mist wasted no time. It surged toward Shigaraki instantly, tendrils of shadowy fog beginning to envelop him.

You didn't care. You had already turned your back on him, your focus now on Izuku.

Making your way to the greenette you helped him to his feet and braced his weight against you.

"Stay still."

But Izuku's eyes were locked on Shigaraki and All Might. The mist had spread rapidly, inching closer and closer to the Symbol of Peace.

Realization hit Izuku like a bolt of lightning.

"All Might!" he shouted in panic as he moved with desperation.

"What are you doing?!" you snapped, holding him firmly in place.

Izuku's panic only grew as the portal opened wider in front of All Might. "H-he's going to—he's going to touch him! Let me go! I can stop him!"

Your grip on him remains firm. "No."

"Please!" his voice cracked as he begged. "I-I have to help him!"

But you remained unmoving as you watch the scene unfold. Your crimson eyes take in the view of Shigaraki's trembling hand as he reached for All Might through the misty portal.

Izuku struggled even harder, his fear for All Might overwhelming him.

"Moka! Please! Let me go!" he cried, tears forming in his eyes. "ALL MIGHT!!"

Shigaraki's hand, jagged nails and all, was nearly upon All Might when the crack of a gunshot split the air.

The villain's hand recoiled, blood spurting from a bullet wound causing him to release a howl of pain.

"They're here!!" Relief filled All Might's voice as he spoke, the blood dribbling out of his mouth the least of his worries.

Shigaraki's hands twitched as his eyes dart toward Kurogiri. "Ahhh...game over. Guess we gotta try again another time Kurogiri," he muttered bitterly.

As the mist continues to consume him, multiple gunshots rang out. Shigaraki yelped as another bullet struck his legs forcing him to stagger.

"Apologies...we're a little late," Nezu chirped.

The mutant principal sat atop Vlad King's shoulder as other Pro Heroes stepped forward, their presence radiating across the battlefield.

Your eyes flicked to the approaching reinforcements, but you didn't release Izuku just yet.

His struggles slowly ceased as the arrival of the heroes brought him some measure of reassurance.

"Iida you made it!" "Yeah go Prez Iida!!"

The sounds of your classmates cheerful shouts brought a smile upon the usual formal student. "PRESIDENT OF CLASS 1-A, TENYA IIDA!! REPORTING FOR DUTY!!"

Keeping his focus on Shigaraki, Snipe fires a few more shots. "Only ne'er-do-wells we got a shot at wranglin' from a distance are..."

It wasn't until he felt a pull in Kurogiri' mist did Shigaraki truly realize it was over.

He had failed. And he needed to retreat.

With a venomous glare decorating his face, the head of League of Villains looked to All Might.

"I may have failed here Symbol of Peace," he spat with sarcasm and rage, his voice trembling with hatred. "But the next time we meet...you're dead."

As he spoke his eyes slid toward you. His gaze lingered, locking with your crimson ones.

The sight of you standing tall, unwavering even after everything, sent a fresh wave of frustration and helpless rage coursing through him.

He looked back and forth between you and All Might, his thoughts spiraling into an internal tantrum. 'No, no, no, no! This wasn't how it was supposed to go!'

The mist swallowed him whole, his words hanging in the air as silence settled over the battlefield.

"Yo Batty bitch!"

Bakugo's sharp voice cut through the haze as he stormed toward you with blazing eyes. "What the hell was that? You've been hiding this strength the whole damn time?!"

You didn't even spare him a glance, brushing past with an air of dismissal.

Instead of answering, you bit into your wrist, the pain barely registering as blood began to spill at the wound.

You extend your wrist to Izuku. "Here. Drink. It'll speed up your healing."

Izuku's face turned an impossible shade of red, his eyes darting nervously between you and the growing audience of classmates watching the exchange.

He frantically waved his hands in front of him. "W-what?! N-no thanks! I'll be fine! Really!"

You raised a brow, unimpressed by his protest. "I can always bite you directly...or force some into your mouth through a kiss." you said, your tone apathetic, as though discussing the weather. "Your choice. I refuse to let my blood bag get broken."

Though he was used to ̶M��̶o̶̶k̶̶a̶ your remarks, his face somehow burned an even deeper shade. "F-fine! I'll drink it! No need to say that!"

With the class gawking at him, he reluctantly took your wrist.

It was quick and he pulled back immediately, clearly flustered, though you paid his reaction no mind.

Your attention shifted as you sniffed the air.

In the blink of an eye, you appeared and climbed in to the ambulance where Aizawa was loaded on to.

The EMTs paused their movements, staring at you in disbelief as you observed the Pro Hero.

His severe injuries and bloodied form made you pause briefly before turning to one of the workers.

"You. Get me a syringe," your tone is sharp.

The medic blinked, startled by your demand. "Uh...what? Ma'am, I don't think—"

"I said get me a syringe." You repeated. The intensity of your narrowing gaze made him stammer before quickly rushing to retrieve one.

He returned moments later. Taking the syringe from his shaky hands you wasted no time.

You stab your thigh with enough force to puncture muscle without flinching, drawing your own blood with a fluid motion.

Ignoring the horrified gasps, you carefully inspected the syringe, ensuring there were no air bubbles.

Then, stepping toward Aizawa, you grab his limp arm and insert the needle into one of his veins with practiced ease.

"M-ma'am you can't do that!" the EMT protested, his voice rising. "That's highly unhygienic and—"

You cut him off with a fanged snarl.

"C-carry on!" the medic stuttered, stepping back as you pushed the blood into the unconscious man's arm.

Once the syringe was emptied, you stepped back, your expression unreadable.

The effect was gradual. His labored breathing began to even out, the bruises slowly fading as deep gashes became shallow.

The paramedics stared in stunned silence at the rapid improvement of his condition before their eyes.

"He still needs professional care." you said curtly, breaking them out of their trance. "My blood can only do so much."

"Y-yes, ma'am!" they stammered, quickly finishing their preparations on Aizawa for transport.

As you climbed out of the ambulance, you were met with Izuku waiting with a worried expression.

But before either of you could speak the multiple footsteps of your classmates arrived.

"____ is that you?! You look so different!" Uraraka was the first to say something, her face flushed. "N-not that I don't like your original self!"

"Yeah! Her boobs and butt are bigger too!!" Mineta chimed in as drool seeped out the corner of his mouth.

"And when you fought that monster! Did the loss of your Prunus persica play a part in it?" Yaoyorozu asked, her eyes glimmering in fascination.

"Enough," you silence them and any other comment that was about to be said. Instead your gaze shifts to Izuku, who was talking to the EMTs in charge of your teacher.

The moment he finishes with a bowed head of thanks, the greenette joins the group, sparkling eyes filled with admiration direct towards you.

"The medics told me what you did! That was so kind of you to help Aizawa-sensei like that!"

You gave him a dry look. "I only did it because he might be a future blood bag."

The sparkles in his eyes vanished instantly and his shoulders sagged in disappointment of you. "Oh..."

You tilted your head, raising a brow. "The rosary."

Izuku fumbled for a moment, patting himself down frantically. "Uh—I don't...I don't have it!" he began to stammer when Kirishima stepped forward sheepishly.

"Actually...I still have it," Kirishima admitted, pulling the rosary from out his pocket.

Izuku stiffly takes it, avoiding touching his hands with a near-blank smile. "Thanks." he said quietly, his voice strained.

"You're welcome!" Kirishima said brightly, oblivious to the tension radiating off the green-haired boy. "Us two got to stick together. With helping ____ and her blood stuff right?"

The red-head falters for a moment with a confused yet sheepish look. "Or is it Moka? I heard you call her that earlier..." He softly mutters to himself.

Izuku's face morphed into an ugly expression, a mix of irritation and something deeper. "Yay," he said faintly before quickly stepping away from Kirishima and moving toward you.

You raised a brow at the exchange, a mocking smile tugging at your lips. "My my my" you mused with a click of your tongue. "Never thought I'd see the day."

Izuku blinked, his scowl giving way to confusion. "What?"

"You've gotten so territorial," you teased, tilting your head with an amused expression. "Sweet little Izuku has become so jealous. What is it? Don't want to share little ole me?"

Izuku's face burned as he stammered incoherently, trying and failing to deflect. "Th-that's not—I mean—no! I just—"

You stepped closer, cutting him off as your teasing smile fell into something more serious.

Lightly patting his face, you leaned in slightly.

"You're going to have to fix that," you said coldly. "Blood bags are hard to come by. Just my luck so many have come within my vicinity. But don't worry though. You'll still be my favorite...my little Zuki."

Izuku shivered at the childhood nickname, the warmth it usually carried was replaced with a tone that was almost unsettling.

With that, you took the rosary from him, hooking it back to your choker. The moment it clicked into place, your transformation began to reverse.

Buds of peach blossoms appearing, your white hair began to bleed back into its usual [hair color] as your crimson eyes faded back to their original [eye color] shade.

The rosary hanged loosely from your neck as you swayed.

Izuku darted forward, catching you just as your knees gave out. "Got you!"

The smell of fresh peaches surrounds him as he hold you steady in his grasp. Your head lolled against his shoulder, voice barely above a whisper. "Is...is everyone safe? The villains..."

He gives you a soft smile of assurance as he searches for an open ambulance. "You did good ____. Everyone's safe and taken care of, now you need help."

Spotting one nearby, he adjust his grip, maneuvering you in a protective bridal carry and making his way over.

Relief washes over you. "Really? Well...that's good to hea—" Your words cut off, passing out from the exhaustion and falling limp in his arms.

Izuku couldn't help but huff a laugh through his nose.

As he placed you on an open stretcher, he turned to the EMTs. "She'll need some blood to drink when she wakes up." he told them firmly.

Despite exchanging uneasy glances at his request they nod.

Izuku stepped back as they start to work on you before the doors closed and the ambulance prepare to take off.

He watches the vehicle when it began to drive away, its sirens wailing in the distance.

A weary sigh leaves the freckled teen as a mix of relief and exhaustion washes over him. "At least it's all over now..." He mutters to himself.

"DEKU!"

The shout was like a thunderclap, causing Izuku to flinch as Bakugo stomped over, fury etched into every line of his face.

"MIND EXPLAINING TO ME WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED BACK THERE WITH BATTY BITCH?!"

Izuku deflated, his shoulders sagging in defeat. "Or not..."

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Kinktober 2024, Day 9 and vampire Present Mic is such a messy eater! Of course, it's hard to be neat around a snack like vampire Aizawa !

[velvetjester]

Pretty sure my "hear me outs" have a pattern but beside the hair I'm not quite sure of what it is yet...

[softest-epilogue]

my need for a vampire shota fic is so strong, it’s actually wild. gimme some. or go write them & then give them to me 🫶🏼 and I love Occam’s razor but not that. I want one where my guy is down back for drinking blood. I want him actually covered in it. please and thank you.

[loveyismeee]

Yandere Aizawa x Vampire Oboro comic

Part 2!

Oboro isn’t in this part, but he will be in the next one!

[animestsstuff2]

•Sickly sweet•

Bakugou x vampire reader

I also wanted to add that I know typically with vampires and mates etc that they immediately know and are bewitched but because the reader Yuri is 16 she isn’t actually aware of her attraction to Bakugou, well she is but not in the instinctual vampire sense, not until she turns 17 which will be soon but the closer her birthday is the more obvious its becoming hence the whole his smell is overwhelming. It also works on Bakugou too but its Bakugou so hes just gonna ignore it.

Content warning: blood, death, anxiety? Crying, fighting.

Part 7

Masterlist

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You stood over your fathers limp body as you kept your eyes narrowed on that blue haired boy and his freakish pet. His mouth opening to speak when the doors were kicked open a loud bang drew your attention as you looked round seeing All Might. His face bare of any smile, lips tightly curled and brows furrowed as his footsteps tapped off the ground

"Have no fear students. I am here" his tone was deadly serious. You looked down at your father took this opportunity to grab him as you started dragging him towards the others.

Kirishima rushed by Bakugou to help you. Bakugou quickly following as they helped bring your father to the top of the steps. You sniffled, tears springing from your eyes as you held his head in your lap. Bakugou took a seat beside you, reaching and putting his arm around you, hand grabbing your waist. He felt compelled to comfort you, something in his chest pulling him towards you.

All Might looked down at his dear friend and at you and whispered softly an apology to you both for not being here on time. You watched as All might made his way down to face that beast. You followed quietly, Deku creeping behind you also. You wanted revenge, something in your chest pushing you to move as anger filled you.

Some of the lower criminals got ready for All Might but just as you blinked they fell to the ground, absolutely no match for his speed nor strength. He continued on to the creature and began attacking it, landing hit after hit but it really had no effect. The creature taking it easily.

“Nomu here has shock absorption All Might. Youd have to gouge his brain out if you really wanted to hurt him” The boy said, as All Might continued to dodge the creature.

“Thanks for telling me how to beat him! I just have to were him down and then its on to you!” All Might yelled as All Might grabbed the creature from behind and flipped him over. You watched eyed wide at his sheer strength as the creature went head first into the concrete. A huge cloud of dust appearing and now blocking the fight.

You stood tense as the dust dissipated and a gasp left your mouth. All Might had put the creature into the ground but a portal appeared below him, allowing the creature to come out the other end. His claws grabbing All Mights chest through the portal and drawing blood as All Might struggled in the awkward position.

“Sorry All Might but burying Nomu in the ground so he couldnt move wont work. Hes built after you so he is as strong as you are” the boy informed as All Might gritted his teeth.

You watched as the portal man, Kurogiri, stood over All Might. The portal slowly becoming smaller as Nomu disappeared inside of it, dragging All Might further. Kurogiri explained his plan to crush All Might with his quirk and your eyes widened, seeing the Pro-Hero needed help but Izuku moved quicker than you.

He ran forward ready to help as Kurogiri warped into Izukus line of attack, opening a portal and you quickly rushed forward feeling your body unfreeze itself from the position you were in but Bakugou blasted himself above you, landing down on Kurogiris metal body and keeping him in place.

You ran forward. Your scythe coming down on the arm that dug into All Mights bloodied side, freeing him as ice grew on the ground and up the Nomus legs, trapping him. Shoto was here.

“Kurogiri. Youve really got us into a mess here” The boy groaned. Kurogiri tried to move but Bakugou just blasted the metal body of his.

“You move and ill blow you into so many pieces theyll be piecing you back together for months you bastard” Bakugou growled and you couldn’t help the small smirk for a hero he was quite villainous.

The portal however the Nomu was in became smaller as the creature slipped through and out the other side. His arm fully regenerating that made All Mights eyes widen, surprised by his regeneration quirk.

“Nomu, free kurogiri” the boy ordered and your eyes widened as the creature roared and charged at Bakugou. He was too fast. Your body moved, not thinking something in you needed to protect Bakugou. He was yours after-all..

All Might was quick after you. Your speed almost matching his as your blood transformed. A long chain with your scythe at the end as you threw and landed it into the Nomus shoulder. Your heels dug into the ground trying to slow the creature as it roared and whipped its head round seeing you. It whipped its arm forward and you yelped as you flew by it, hitting the concrete wall in front.

You coughed, head spinning and aching as you slouched down against it. Your eyes rolling back as everything went dark. The last thing your ringing ears could just make out was shouting.

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“SHE CAN’T BE DEAD!” Bakugou roared at the paramedics as they hauled your body into the ambulance. A white sheet stretched over you, his eyes narrowed in at your chest, searching for any sign of life.

His chest constricted and tight as it fell and rose in sharp breaths. The doors slammed shut and he stood staring as it drove away. His head rang, a sharp pain shooting through it as he tried to rationalise it. The image flashing in his head over and over again of you against the concrete wall, slumped down with blood running from everywhere..Your head, your mouth and other cuts..

There was just so much..

A hand on his shoulder made him tense as Kirishima voice cut through his daydream.

“Bakugou, come on. They’re taking us home” Kirishimas voice was quiet and sullen. His eyes glistening with tears as he too had seen you bloodied.

Bakugou turned, pushing by the red head as he boarded the bus, accompanied by other teachers who arrived to the scene. He took his seat, his mind buzzing as he looked at his hands, hands that were covered in your blood. One glove removed when he checked for your pulse and suddenly the crippling hold on his heart returned as he remembered how he couldn’t find one and how cold you were. His arms sore as he now felt the growing weight of his gauntlets dragging them down.

His mind too wrapped up in this new emotion he was feeling. He clambered off, entering the changing rooms. His body moving itself as his brain tried to make sense of this feeling, was it shame for being too weak? No, embarrassment for letting Kurogiri go? No. He couldn’t figure it out, maybe it was just because he had witnessed someone die; a classmate, someone he was close to. You a person he grew to care about over these past wee-

“Katsuki!” His mothers voice broke his focus on his spiralling mind. Her eyes soft and happy to see her son had minimal injuries but the smile she had faded as he made his way over and got into the car without saying or, well shouting a word.

“Katsuki, are you okay” she asked as she got into the car. He only glanced over at her before returning his gaze to the window and her mind mulled over, maybe the student that is in critical condition is his friend.

The ride home was quiet and tense and even worse at the house. Bakugou ignoring the question of what would he like for dinner as he headed to his room and into his bed, falling onto it. He rolled over and suddenly sat up as he grabbed his book bag and threw it across the room, angry and fed up now with this heavy feeling in his chest. He fell back letting out a growl as he stared at his ceiling. You were dead, he would no longer be able to see you. His mind mulling over that thought, you both still needed to finish that project for English. . .

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[fateisfiction]

Well, That Bites ...

Vampire!Shouta, (temporary)Werewolf!Hizashi, Human!Reader

Part 1 of ???

Hizashi is bitten by a werewolf and undergoing treatment to reverse the transformation, but in the meantime, Shouta needs a reliable blood source. You're a friend from school and aware of Shouta's condition and volunteer yourself as a temporary solution. It's decided you'll move in with them to make everything easier.

Eventual smut (but not in this part)

Part 2

Shouta isn't the stereotypical posh Victorian vampire people expect when they find out he's a vampire. Sure, he’s a quiet night owl and fairly reclusive, but the ruffled collars and red velvet-lined coffins just aren't his vibe. He sleeps in a bed. He can absolutely walk in sunlight, he just needs extra SPF protection or else he’ll break out in an allergic reaction. (Not to mention the bright sunlight is absolutely exhausting.) And yes, he does drink blood.

And that's part of the problem. Ever since the incident with that one villain in the park, Hizashi's blood has tasted … bad. And that's where you come in.

A friend of theirs since highschool, you’ve been aware of Shouta's condition for a while. You know from experience that a starving vampire is a danger to the very people you’ve all sworn to protect. So you offer your own neck (or wrist) for Shouta, at least until they can figure out what's going on with Hizashi.

It's only a matter of days until the tests come back revealing that Hizashi has contracted lycanthropy. It's curable, but the treatment is a year-long regimen, and it's expected that it will take even longer for the taste to fully leave his system. The important thing is that it was caught early and he's already receiving treatment.

After some discussion, and a rather complicated trial period, it's decided that you’ll move in with them for the time being. The guest room has been made up and repainted in a color of your choice, your furniture and belongings moved to storage, and you're settling into your new home, getting used to the new routine of living with the boys.

Things are fine the first week or so. You have the run of the house with Hizashi busy juggling his many jobs and Shouta spending most evenings grading papers while you watch TV. It's easy enough to tell when Shouta is getting hungry. He lingers in doorways, staring, and you can feel the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

He hesitates, not wanting to ask, to trouble you for a bite. But he's hungry, and you taste so good. In the beginning he offered to use a butterfly needle and looked horrified when you joked that it wouldn’t do anything for your public image to turn you into a literal walking juice box.

Eventually you settle into a pattern. Whenever you feel his hungry eyes on you, your arm raises almost involuntary offering your wrist to him. You still wince every time his fangs sink in. The sharp sting quickly soothed by the mild numbing effects of his venom.

He often winds up sitting on the couch with you during his feedings. Limbs curled around you protectively while you watch a show or movie together. Letting out a satisfied hum, he’s careful not to waste a drop of your precious blood. He licks away a stray rivulet before placing a kiss on the already healing bite.

The process is draining, in more ways than one. On more than one occasion, he’s had to carry you off to bed afterward, tucking you in and letting you sleep. He always leaves a glass of water and a snack pack of cookies for when you wake up.

Hizashi's first full moon is unpleasant, but he's grateful that he doesn't have to go through it alone. Thankfully the medications prevent any physical transformation, but he gets really clingy. Leading up to the full moon, he goes into full den mother mode. The fridge is overstocked with snacks and drinks. He hovers, constantly checking in on you and Shouta. Piles of blankets and pillows are amassed in designated cuddle areas, each of the bedrooms, his basement studio, and of course the living room.

An entire corner of the living room has become a permanent pillow fort. The cozy space is filled with bean bags and fluffy blankets. He designated the space as his your “nest,” and every night, like clockwork, he herds you and Shouta into the fort just in time for a late night snack. Sprawling his lanky body across the two of you as he enforces mandatory cuddle time, taking care to ply you with snacks and drinks while Shouta snags a bite for himself. You have to hold back a giggle when he starts kicking his leg whenever Shouta runs his fingers through Hizashi's hair.

You’ve taken it upon yourself to wash the blankets weekly, letting in fresh air to air out the house while the boys are busy at work. Hizashi can't help it, but there's a distinctly dog-like smell filling the space now. You can't help but notice he looks sad whenever you ask him to help you put the fort back together once they're all clean.

It's not until Shouta drops a few tactful mentions about how the sweater you're wearing smells like Hizashi as he snuggles into you, or how Hizashi would love to see the two of you like this, all wrapped up in his favorite blanket, that it dawns on you. It's Hizashi's way of marking out his territory while trying to still give you space of your own. When Hizashi's comes home on laundry day the following week to find everything just where he left it, he’s all smiles as he sweeps you up into a big hug, absolutely spoiling you with attention.

Over time, the two of them become increasingly protective of you. For Shouta, there's a level of intimacy that comes with regular feedings. A bond that grows stronger the longer you’re with them, until the idea of you leaving when Hizashi is back to normal fills him with an irrational anger. To Hizashi, you're a part of his pack. You've even started to wear his clothes around the house.

On the rare occasion that the three of you all have a day off together, you find yourself sandwiched between them as they preen over you. Hizashi checking to make sure that Shouta's bites are healing nicely and not leaving any noticeable scarring, and Shouta massaging anywhere he can reach. He subtly takes note of your muscle tone, mentally creating a training plan to keep you in shape since you’ve had to cut back, your body still getting used to these new arrangements.

You have a close call responding to a villain attack one day and when Shouta and Hizashi get the call, they're rushing to the hospital. You wake up to Shouta hunched over, head resting next to yours on the pillow as the machines beeping around you track your vitals. You can tell from the darker-than-usual circles under his eyes that he was worried. Hizashi comes in carrying two paper coffee cups, perking up when he sees your eyes are open. You motion for him to stay quiet, wanting Shou to get some much-needed sleep.

You're discharged from the hospital later that evening with instructions to start taking an iron supplement. Shouta curses under his breath. Your iron levels are fine. He should know. He’s been carefully managing your diet since you moved in, making sure you're getting all the nutrients you need. All the nutrients he needs.

You spend the next week assuring the boys that you're fine. Hizashi's cuddle pile moves from the living room to your bedroom, the entire room turned into a comfortable nest. You noticed that they’ve started sleeping on the floor, almost as if they can't bear to be away from you. Shouta pulls you into his lap while he's grading, propping his chin on your shoulder as he looks over the assignments. When you get a bit restless, he wraps his arms around you, shoving his face into the crook of your neck. The sensation of his cool fangs against the sensitive skin of your neck send a shudder through your body, but you know he won't bite you.

You can't stand seeing them sleep on your floor. The morning brings a symphony of pops and cracks as they stand up, so when you realize they're not going to be giving up this new habit, you ask if they would rather sleep in the bed. When you move to sleep on the floor they're horrified. Where are you going? There's more than enough room for the three of you.

It doesn't take long to get used to the new sleeping arrangements. At first you were worried that you were coming between them, but Shouta assures you that there's nothing to worry about. Compared to him, Hizashi’s almost unnaturally warm, and while that can be an issue in the heat of summer, it also means you’ll never have to worry about the cold, and of course he's a cuddler. They can just set the AC a few degrees cooler to compensate anyway.

As for coming between them, Shouta and Hizashi had a few ideas, but they're gentlemen. They would never force you into anything you weren't comfortable with. Granted, after waking up on more than a few occasions with Hizashi's morning wood pressed firm to your back, only for the two of them to quickly excuse themselves off to their own bedroom, it was pretty clear that your presence wasn't detrimental to their relationship. In fact, judging by the sounds you pretended not to hear coming from the next room, thing were pretty damn great between them.

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There's a chance I'll rewrite this and it'll become a full fic and if I do, it'll be super slow burn.

[yaqamole]

They meet down in Southern Utah. Shouta is admiring some horses and Hizashi introduces himself as a worker that is South in order to pick up some horses for his boss. Hizashi helps Shouta get a horse so that he can get to the Valley faster by pretending that they are cousins. They bond with some resistance from Shouta. But as they talk, Shouta notes that Hizashi is much more willing to put up a facade for the Anglos than other people. And as they talk he finds that Hizashi doesn't mind it because it means that he stays safe in a world dominated by them. They disagree when it comes to approaches to them, but they remain civil. Shouta is certain that Hizashi will die due to his optimism though.

:)

They do not u_u

[havinga-psychoticbreak]

Sneak peeks of the fics I’m working on right now; first image (left) “Oh, Rantipole” Attack on Titan, on my Ao3. Second image (right) is a part of the first chapter for an unreleased fic that is apart of my “The Night Is Dark” fantasy series My Hero Academia, also on my Ao3. Check ‘em out!

The Night Is Dark Series

https://archiveofourown.org/series/4587592

Oh, Rantipole

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55139569/chapters/139819714

[k-nayee]

CHAPTER 5. THE RESULTS ARE IN

❝We know what we are, but not what we may be.❞

Vespertilio M.List

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The hum of machinery and quiet murmur of voices filled UA's faculty room as teachers gathered to review footage from the entrance exam.

Large screens lined the walls, each one displaying a different examinees from various angles with their quirks on full display.

And in the center of it all sat Principal Nezu: the mutant rodent's sharp gaze drifting, his paws tapping rhythmically against the chair as he intently watch the clips.

"Hmmm, very peculiar," Nezu mused, his eyes glinting with interest as he watched one particular feed. The camera zoomed in on a figure darting through the simulated city, dodging and weaving through the city.

Following his gaze, the other teachers' attention turned to the screen.

"She's... not fightin'?" Snipe was the first to break the silence, scratching his head beneath his cowboy hat. "Most kids dive straight into the action, but she's just...skirtin' around."

"She's not even going for the robots," Cementoss added, "More like avoiding them completely."

"Hold on...OH YEAH!!" Present Mic's booming voice cut through the air, making a few teachers jump in their seats. He leaned forward with a wide grin. "THAT'S THE LITTLE LISTENER WHO YELLED 'HEY!' DURING MY INTRODUCTION!"

Nezu's expression remained calm, a twinkle gleaming in his eyes.

"Indeed. Examinee #9948..." he announced. At that moment, small drones whizzed through the air, dropping thin folders onto each teacher's desk.

The sound of fluttering paper filled the room as each teacher picked up the document in front of them, opening it to reveal a student profile....your student profile.

Looking back at them was your smiling face. Subtle crinkles formed at the corner of your eyes from the soft smile you had as a pair of fangs peeked out from your lips.

Scattered through your [hair color] were clusters of delicate urn-shaped highbush blueberry flowers, a mark of your quirk's botanical side.

Nezu's voice carried over the hum of murmurs. "...also known as Akashiya ____."

An audible, dramatic gasp broke the room. Turning towards the source, Present Mic was there, mouth covered in shock as recognition dawned on his face. "AKASHIYA, YOU SAY?! PRESIDENT NEZU, YOU SURE THAT'S THE AKASHIYA?"

Practically bouncing in his seat, Mic whipped his head to his left. "SHOUTA! DID YA HEAR THAT?! YOU DON'T THINK THAT'S THE SAME AKASHIYA FROM—"

"Enough." Aizawa cut him off in his usual flat, deadpan tone. Leaning back in his seat, tired and disinterested eyes watch as you help a pair of students avoid the zero-pointer.

A flicker of recognition crossed his eyes at the sight of you, but nothing else was expressed.

It wasn't until the sudden color change of your hair to an almost eerie white and the your eyes glowed red, did his mask break with a raised brow.

More gasps and murmurs erupted around the room as the teachers watched in awe.

"OH WOW! DID YOU SEE THAT?!" Present Mic screamed as the footage showed you stomping down on the zero-pointer's arm, completely severing it with a single move. "SHE JUST—WHAM! THAT'S SOME REAL POWER, RIGHT THERE!"

Midnight smirked from her seat, twirling a lock of her dark hair between her fingers. "Well she certainly knows how to make an impression," she commented, eyes glued to the screen.

Ectoplasm, usually calm, chimed in. "For someone who didn't seem interested in fighting at first... she's got real combat potential."

As the faculty members buzzed with amazement at your display of strength, Aizawa's gaze drifted back to Nezu, who was already watching him with a knowing smile.

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𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲𝑺 𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹...

The next few days passed in a blur, and the tension around the UA exam results grew. You spent most of your time pacing your room, a pit of dread sitting deep in your stomach.

Your phone suddenly buzzed, startling you. It was Izuku.

 "____! I made it!" His voice was practically shaking with joy. "I got into the hero course!"

You forced a smile. "That's amazing, Zuki! I'm so happy for you!"

 "What about you? Did you get your letter yet?"

"...N-no, not yet. I haven't checked."

"Ah, well, let me know as soon as you do, okay? We'll hang out to celebrate later!" he said before hanging up. As soon as the call ended, your smile dropped, face falling into a grim expression.

"Let's hope I failed..." you muttered under your breath.

Your eyes drift over to where the unopened UA letter had been sitting, waiting until you knew of Izuku's fate before you found yours.

Approaching the desk, you eye the envelope as if it was about to bite you.

You didn't want to end up in the hero course. You never did. As much as the world loved heroes, as much as Izuku dreamed of becoming one—the idea never quite sat right with you.

General studies was where you wanted to be. Less attention. Less pressure.

 'I did the bare minimum,' you remind yourself. 'I should at least land in General Studies...'

With trembling fingers you rip open the envelope. A small device slid out, lighting up as it activated and a hologram of All Might himself appeared before you.

"Congratulations, young Akashiya!" His booming voice filled the room. "You've made it into UA's Hero Course!"

Your stomach drop.

"...Fuuuuuuuuuuuck."

You slump down onto the floor and clutch your hair in frustration with a racing heart and spinning mind.

"B-but how?" you stammered, your hands trembling. "I don't remember doing any of that..."

Almost as if hearing your confusion, the hologram continued, this time showing footage of the exam.

Your eyes widened as you watched various clips of yourself saving random students from tedious accidents and falls, even showing where you saved a pair of students—Kirishima and another unknown girl—from the zero-pointer.

'THEY FUCKING SCORED ME HELPING?!'

Then the image of Moka appeared; your hair shifting to a bright white before you kicked the massive robot away with terrifying strength and precision.

Your eyes remained glued to the display as you weakly let out a small "Oh..."

*˚＊✿❀༓❀✿＊˚*

You trudge down the stairs, each step heavier than the last. The reason for you being accepted was still pressing in your mind, the weight of it suffocating.

Your parents were seated on the couch chatting away, but quickly stop upon hearing your footsteps. Turning, your mother's face brightened at the sight of you.

"Honey! I-what's wrong?" The blank expression on your face makes her pause.

You stared at her, mouth opening and closing as you struggled to get the words out. Then suddenly, without warning, the dam burst.

"I... I got in..." tears stream down your face as you stood at the bottom of the stairs. "I got into the hero course..."

Your voice cracked at the confession, but your parents didn't notice the dread laced in your words.

Instead, they both lit up with pride and joy.

"Oh, sweetheart!" your mother exclaimed, rising from the couch and rushing over to you. "That's incredible! You did it!"

Your father follow close behind, pride gleaming in his blood red irises as he clasp a hand on your shoulder. "Looks like you're finally on your way to become a hero."

Their words hit you like a punch in the gut making your tears flow harder. Mistaking the breakdown for tears of joy, they pull you into a tight embrace.

"There, there," your mother coos, rubbing your back as she held you close. "I know it's overwhelming, but this is what you've been working so hard for."

You shook your head in denial, but the sobs kept coming.

You wanted to tell them. To explain that this wasn't what you wanted at all. But you couldn't.

You couldn't bring yourself to ruin the pride they felt for you.

And so, you cried as they held you with smiles, oblivious to the truth.

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You solemnly walk alongside Izuku on the way to U.A. High, dragging your feet a little. The sky is clear and bright, but you can't seem to find it in yourself to enjoy it.

 It was like walking to your own doom, even though the greenette looked excited—too excited, if you're being honest.

"Isn't it amazing, ____?! We're finally starting at U.A.!" his voice was filled with joy, almost making you wince.

"Yeah... amazing," you muttered, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. "Just...can't wait."

'I did the bare minimum. I shouldn't even be here.'

When you both entered the building, Izuku was already muttering up a storm. Normally you would've consoled him, offered some words of encouragement to ease his nerves.

But today? Today you were too bummed.

U.A. Hero Course...

How did you get stuck in this mess? You wanted to lay low, go unnoticed. And yet here you are, walking toward a future you never asked for. 

Opening the door to Class 1-A, noise hit you like a tidal wave.

The sight before you was all too familiar: Bakugo Katsuki, mid-scream, yelling at the blue-haired guy from the exam who had called out both you and Izuku. "WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME, FOUR EYES?!"

Kirishima saw you the moment you walked in. His face lit up and he raised a hand to call your name.

But his excitement falters once he spots your quiet, almost defeated demeanor. Instead he lowers his hand, deciding to speak to you later when he has the chance.

"Oh, that curly hair!"

You and Izuku turn to see a girl at the room's entrance. You recognize her from before the exam, who saved you two from a nasty fall.

"You passed! Just like Present Mic said you would!" Her short brown hair bounced with her bubbly movements. Her grin was bright, big eyes shining with excitement. "I mean of course you did! Your punch was amazing!!"

Izuku's face turned bright red as he stumbled over his words. "I-I was? I mean, I was just trying to do my best—"

When she glanced at you, however, her confident demeanor shifted. "Oh! Um... h-hi!" she stammered, her eyes darting nervously between you and Izuku.

You noticed she was wearing the flower you'd given her weeks ago—except now it was decorated in her hair.

"Is that the flower I gave you?" you asked, pointing to it.

The brunette furiously blushed, subconsciously brushing her fingers against it. "Y-yeah... I, um, made it into a hairpin because... well, it's...nice." she mumbled, ending the statement in a quiet voice.

You blink in surprise, warmth flooding your chest. You hadn't expected her to cherish it like that. "You made that? Wow...looks pretty."

She malfunctions at your compliment, words tangle up in her throat. "T-thanks! Y-you're really p-pretty too!"

Before the situation could get any more awkward, 'Four Eyes' strode over with a serious face, as rigid as ever.

"Greetings! I am Iida Tenya from the Somei Private Academy! Midoriya, I see you've made it into the Hero Course. It seems you were aware that there was more to the entrance exam than just combat! That takes foresight and strategic thinking. I misjudged you!" He bowed stiffly.

And of course, the freckled boy panicked under pressure of the sudden praise.

"N-no, I didn't! I mean, I wasn't—It was just—!" He fumbled over his words while you subtly rolled your eyes, not bothering to acknowledge Iida's over-the-top demeanor.

Just then, a tired voice cut through the room. "If you're here to socialize, get out."

Everyone froze, including you. Slowly you turned around, looking for the source of the voice. At first, you didn't see anyone—then, you heard shuffling and looked down.

There on the floor, was a man in a raggedy yellow sleeping bag, sipping on a juice pouch like he had all the time in the world. His tired eyes barely opened as he took another sip.

He stood up sluggishly, as though he had just woken up from a particularly bad nap. "My name is Shota Aizawa. I'll be your homeroom teacher," he muttered.

Already you didn't like him. Interrupting Zuki's chance to make friends and social connections? Not cool.

Not to mention he seemed very uninterested in being there, which annoyed you for some reason.

"It's kind of sudden, but we're going straight into it: Quirk assessment test," his eyes lazily scan the room, but you could feel they were sharp.

The entire class tensed up, sensing the weight of his words.

Aizawa pulls out a stack of gym clothes out the sleeping bag and throws it on top of his desk. "Get dressed and meet up outside."

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Herded outside, Aizawa stood in front of the class, arms crossed and face blank.

You half-listened as he began to explain what was happening, that you'd be performing various physical tests using your quirks.

"This is a serious evaluation of your abilities. Don't screw around. And so, for a little motivator, the person who came in last would be kicked out ."

You perk up at that.

Izuku's face drained of color. You could practically feel the anxiety radiating off him, and for once you couldn't blame him.

He turns to you, clearly worried. "W-what are we going to do ____?! We can't get kicked out already!"

"Don't worry, I'm going to sit this one out. You just make sure to do your best, okay?"

"But—! You can't just—"

"I'll be fine, Zuki. Can't use my advanced abilities anyway unless this is taken off." Giving a sad smile, you tug at the rosary around your neck. "Besides, I need to know if I can handle myself without it."

That was a lie. You weren't doing this for practice.

You had no plans of staying at U.A., and this was your perfect way out. If you placed last, you'd be expelled. You'd gladly sacrifice yourself so he could stay.

The tests began, and true to your word, you barely tried.

50-meter dash? You jogged at a leisure pace. Grip strength test? You squeezed just enough to move the needle a few inches. Long jump? Just a  lil hop as a kid would when playing hopscotch.

When it came to Izuku's turn for the throw, you watched in confusion as he managed to hurl the ball incredibly far.

Your brows furrowed 'How the hell did he just do that? '

Something about it didn't add up. But you shook your head, deciding to worry about that later. 'Focus on getting kicked out first.'

Aizawa watched you the whole time, sharp eyes narrowing with every test. Kirishima, on the other hand, looked genuinely confused.

He had seen what you could do during the entrance exam—the way you'd saved people and destroyed the Zero Pointer with a single kick. Now, you were acting like you couldn't care less.

Finally the scores were displayed. And as expected, you were dead last.

"Well dang!" You clap your hands together as you jump up with a wide grin on your face. "Really wanted to stay, but it looks like I GOTS to go!"

With a pep in your step, you began to walk to the nearest exit. 

"W-wait! You can't just go! You... you don't have to do this!" Izuku's voice cracked as he shouted with tears brimming his eyes.

"She wasn't using her full quirk!" He reached for your rosary, his hand shaking as he tried to grab it. "If you just take this off, you can still—"

You jumped back before his fingers could touch the necklace, holding your hands up defensively.

"Whoa there!" You let out a nervous laugh, giving the greenette a light pat on the head. "You know I can't Zuki. I'd feel like a total cheater if I used my quirk now. That wouldn't be fair."

Izuku stared at you with quivering lips, clearly on the verge of begging Aizawa to let you retake the test with your vampire quirk side active.

He couldn't do this, not without you.

You rub his back, keeping up your fake disappointed smile. And though you hated seeing him like this, you had to stick to your plan.

Aizawa watched the scene unfold in silence, his tired eyes taking in everything as he processed everything. Then, he sighed.

Just as you were about to give Izuku another consoling pat on the back, Aizawa's monotone voice cut through the air. "Oh, and about the last person getting kicked out—"

You whipped your head up, glancing at him in confusion. Why was he dragging this out?

Catching the strange glint in his dark eyes, your face drops. 'No...no way...'

 He wasn't serious...was he? 

Aizawa's lips curved into a dark smirk as the panic spread across your face.

You glared at him. 'You wouldn't dare,' your eyes said.

Aizawa's grin widened as if to say, 'Oh, I would,' before delivering the finishing blow: "I lied."

For a second, everything was still. The the words finally sunk in.

"____'s not getting expelled?!" Izuku lets out a cry of happiness. Aizawa gave a nod in response, barely sparing a glance as you dropped to your knees with a wail.

You weren't getting kicked out....you weren't leaving. There was no getting out of this.

Tears began streaming down your face, you try to cover them to hide how distraught you were. Not that it mattered, to others it looked like tears of joy.

Izuku immediately knelt beside you, pulling your hands away from your face. "Hey, ____. Look at me! It's okay... it's alright... No need to cry," he said, voice soft and gentle.

You calmed down with a sniffle, managing a shaky and hesitant grin. "R-really?"

Your bestfriend nodded vigorously, his grin lighting up the entire field. "Yes! We can finally become heroes together!"

That fake grin you had crumbled and you couldn't hold back the loud ugly sobs that followed.

You were stuck here. You had to be a hero now.

Misunderstanding your feelings Izuku continued to console you thinking you were crying of happiness. "It's okay! We're gonna be heroes!" he repeated, voice filled with excitement for the future.

One by one the other classmates began to gather around, offering words of encouragement and patting you on the shoulder with words of "You've got this!" or "We're a team!"

Bakugo could only stand off to the side, arms crossed and looking thoroughly unimpressed. "What a bunch of extras," he grumbled under his breath. Todoroki, equally unamused, kept his distance.

Through all of this, Aizawa watched, munching on a bag of popcorn. Where he got the popcorn? No one knew, but he was clearly enjoying himself.

And so, your new life at U.A. had officially begun. Whether you liked it or not.