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Bakudeku wonderland AU with Mad Hatter Bakugo and Alice Deku

Anon, you have big brain. Also, I was like: I have no idea what can I write... And suddenly I wrote 2K? Anywho! I hope you like it, I made it like the Tim Burton movie because I really love it.

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Izuku managed to lose the beast in the forest. It was some kind of murdering dog or bear, he didn’t know, but his legs were aware that he had to put as much distance as he could from it. He had heard the word Bandersnatch from some of the card soldiers, but he couldn’t be sure if that was the creature’s name or slang for “Kill the green scholar running away”.

This had been his life for the past two days. Right after he had fallen down that damn hole, he had started fighting to stay alive every step of the way. Izuku had been sure he had found solace with the King of Hearts, but the man was volatile and prone to murder sprees. It had taken a badly worded phrase for the monarch to order his soldiers to kill him. Izuku barely had time to grab his things and escape, before they psyched that monster on him.

As he ran, the branches caught on his satchel and coat, smacking his face, but he didn’t stop until he tripped with a root, and fell face first in a small clearing.

First thing he noticed was the sweet smell, then the loud guffawing. Izuku scrambled to his feet and saw a... Tea party? In the middle of the woods?

Five people were sitting around a large table right outside a small cottage. It was covered with a stained mantel cloth, every inch occupied by china cups, fancy plates and silverware. Izuku saw a woman, her skin was a bright pink, brighter than her coat, and four gentlemen accompanied her. Well, maybe gentlemen was a bit of a stretch. They wore proper clothes, but ragged, stained, and dirty. The redhead wasn’t even wearing a shirt. Two of them, a blond one with a suit as yellow as his hair, and a raven haired one with a disastrous white suit were the ones laughing at him.

Izuku dusted his trousers off, and hoisted up the strap of his bag, ignoring the sting in his palms and the throbbing of his jaw.

“What are you running from, little bunny?” The woman gave him a nice smile, though her yellow eyes were as sharp as a falcon’s.

“The King of Hearts.” Izuku prepared to run, in case they tried to attack him, when the man at the head of the table lifted his face and a pair of bright red eyes rooted him in place.

His hair was also blond, but more ashen, almost white, and it was mostly hidden by an orange top hat, with a black ribbon tied to it. His black suit was almost impeccable, unlike his unruly table companions, just a few rips and holes. Izuku was suddenly self-conscious of his state of disarray and filth. An instant later, he reprimanded himself; he shouldn’t be worrying about some stranger in this weird place judging him.

“What could an unassuming little coward like you do to upset that giant headed piece of crap?” His voice was rough, and deep. As he gestured vaguely at Izuku, he made out the battered state of his hands. He couldn’t see much skin between all the bandages.

“I… I talked.” Izuku said, and that instigated a round of laughs, even the man questioning him snorted.

“That should do it… Oi!” He shouted out of nowhere, startling him.

“Ye-yes?” Izuku squawked.

“Want some tea, pipsqueak?” The man reached for a cup, as the redhead snatched the teapot from the center of the table.

Izuku had no intention of drinking anything from those strangers, but he thought he could pretend and play nice. He walked to the edge of the table, with plenty space between them.

“Sure.” He accepted, and promptly had to duck out of the way of the flying items, both thrown directly at him. He dodged the teapot, but had to use his bag to block the cup.

“Ugh, I’ll make more.” The woman said, as she got up and gathered items from the table.

Everyone busted out laughing, while the one sitting at the head of the table stayed silent, thoughtful.

“Fast reflexes for a pipsqueak.” He commented, tipping his hat.

“Are you all of you crazy?!?” Izuku screamed, and that sobered them up.

“Of course.” The raven haired one said, with a toothy grin.

“Haven’t you heard, idiot?” The one with the hat said as he stood up, showing Izuku the scabbard of his sword. “We are all fucking crazy here!” He punched the table, making all the tea spill.

Izuku needed to get out of here fast.

“Stop it, Bakugou!” The woman scolded him, hitting him with a silver spoon. “I swear I’m filling all your hats with tea when you are not looking.”

“I would love to see you try and live to tell the tale, Mina.” Bakugou threatened her.

Hats… Oh, he was so dense. It was just dawning on Izuku who this man was.

The Mad Hatter, Bakugou Katsuki, one of the biggest opponents of the King of Hearts. He had heard his name said with fear between the members of the Court. Even the caterpillar mentioned him his first day here, before Izuku made the wrong call.

There is no going back, but you could go to the Mad Hatter, and save yourself lots of trouble. Or search for the King of Hearts, which I already know you are going to do, as the idiotic trouble maker you are.

Izuku hadn’t been excited about looking for someone vastly known as mad. He had gone to the King, and that backfired terribly.

Was this the man the caterpillar had suggested for Izuku to find? The man who would save him from trouble?

“Both of you, please calm down.” The redhead pacified the bickering friends, a perfect picture of decorum, like he hadn’t just thrown a teapot at Izuku’s head.

“Who do you serve?” Izuku asked, and the one in the yellow suit scoffed.

“Nobody.” He replied, shrugging. “Occasionally we help the White King fight some cards, but that’s it.”

The White King and his chess pieces.

The sworn enemy of the man currently hunting him down.

“Kaminari is right.” The raven haired piped in. “We like to cause trouble, that’s all.”

“Speak for yourself, Sero. I also enjoy the tea.” Mina retorted. “What do you seek, little bunny?” She asked him, finishing the tea.

“I want to go home.” He confessed, even if he suspected that it was impossible. Izuku was ashamed of how small and vulnerable he sounded.

“Does it look like we know how to get out of here?” The Mad Hatter growled. Izuku wondered whether he was Mad as in crazy or more like in very angry.

When Izuku didn’t answer, the man jumped on the table, his heavy boots rattling the structure. Bakugou walked the length towards him, kicking cups, plates and silverware out of his way. Izuku watched him strode, his imposing stand and sure manners.

Maybe he was a hatter, but he moved like a fighter.

“Let me ask you something, dumbass.” Izuku held his gaze as he came to stand in front of him. “Do you belong in that place you so want to return to, or you just live there?”

“What’s the difference?” Izuku muttered.

The man crouched down, so they were eye to eye, and gripped his chin hard. Izuku didn’t bat his hand away, he recognized a challenge when he was faced with one. If the caterpillar had been right about the King of Hearts, maybe the Mad Hatter was the right ally.

“They couldn’t be more different.” Izuku could smell the sweetness of the tea in his breath, and his fingers were callous and unforgiving. With his dark orange shirt unbuttoned over his chest, he glimpsed a jagged line crisscrossing his collarbone. Izuku figured nobody stayed here unscathed for long. “I come from a far, but I belong here. With these idiots, ripping cards to shreds, hats fit in there somewhere, living day by day. And believe me, my days are never boring or the same.” The Mad Hatter shook his head lightly, the dark ribbon falling between them and tickling Izuku’s nose. “So? Do you belong to whatever shithole you crawled out of?”

“I actually fell in a shithole, thank you very much.” He fired back, and the surprise flashed across the man’s face.

“Hah! There is some bite under all those fancy clothes.” The man appraised him. “We might have a place for you here, if you have the fucking guts.”

For the first time, Izuku reflected on his resolution. Did he want to come back? He was alone. His father had left them way back, and his mother had passed away a couple of months ago, leaving him to his own in a cruel world. He didn’t have a penny to his name, his research was mocked and... He was in danger, because society frowned upon and severely punished parts of him that he couldn’t hide. The part of him that was singing and blushing with the prolonged touch of the handsome man staring at him.

Izuku took a step back and really thought about the past days. He had been shrunk, enlarged, chased and almost killed. He hadn’t had a minute of peace since he had arrived, until this moment right here.

With the Mad Hatter clinging to him and asking all the hard questions, Izuku felt safe, no out of danger, but he knew that if he chose right, he could have something here.

A wonderland full of unpredictable dangers, and equally whimsical folks, but with people having his back.

“Well?” Bakugou insisted, he frowned at Izuku’s shoulder. “Deku?” He had his name written down hastily in the strap of his satchel, and he misread it.

“Izuku.” He corrected him, and jutted his chin out, as much as he could with the man holding it. “I guess I can stay for tea.” He answered, circling his wrist, and the table erupted in applauses.

“Tch!” Bakugou released him and sauntered back to his place. Still standing on the table, he dug inside his coat pockets and turned sharply, throwing him another cup.

This time Izuku caught it easily, and Bakugou’s smirk was slow to appear but blinding and contagious.

“Interesting.” The Mad Hatter said, flopping back onto his chair. “Let’s see if you can stay that way.”

Izuku felt the thrill of the dare coursing through his body, and mustered the courage to climb on the table. His legs were unsteady, but his mind was set. Izuku didn’t kick anything and was careful not to spill more tea, but marched to the hatter.

“I think…” Everyone seemed to hold their breaths as he kneeled in front of Bakugou. Izuku took the orange hat, freeing pales spikes that gave the man a true air of madness, and put it on, tucking his green curls under it. “… That I can handle the challenge.” He affirmed.

“I bet you can.” The Mad Hatter replied, seizing his arms and yanking him onto the chair by his side.

“Oof!” Izuku said, landing ungracefully and almost cracking the tea cup.

“Just one thing, Deku, nobody takes my hat.” Bakugou said, ripping the thing from his head, and tugging Izuku’s hair harshly in the process. “Besides, you look like a fucking carrot with all that orange and green.” He observed Izuku, assessing him. “I’ll make something for you.” He continued, with kindness, as Sero poured some tea for him. He opened his mouth to thank him when a roar came out of the forest.

“Bandersnatch?” Izuku offered as an explanation, and the Mad Hatter barked out a laugh.

“You must have said some real shit for the King to send that beast after you.” He snapped his fingers. “Kirishima, go get their swords and your axe, we have a mutt to deal with.” The redhead, Kirishima, nodded, jumping to his feet and running to the small cottage behind them. “You three, can you bring the fucker to us?” Mina was the first to reach for knives, closely followed by Kaminari and Sero. All sprinted without hesitation to the forest, filling Izuku with guilt. He started to get up, but a strong hand sat him back down. “Finish your tea, we got this.” He spoke over the sound of the card soldiers approaching.

The Mad Hatter stood again, unsheathing his sword, and smiled, rows of teeth glinting like his steel, and red eyes burning. As if the prospect of a battle ignited him.

Izuku finally understood the King of Hearts’ caution when it came to Bakugou Katsuki. He vowed to himself to start working on becoming an asset for the merry group as soon as he could.

He would make a home here, with them.

Izuku had always been better at chess than cards anyway.

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I had so muuuuuch fun writing this! And all my friends were like: How are you going to pull this off? I really hope I did, and if I didn’t, well, I still enjoyed the ride! Thank you for asking for this!

#bnha #bkdk #fics #jeka 💖#if we all work together we can bully jeka into finishing the second part she came up with

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thatpinkbetch · 1 month ago

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I don't give a fuck if Valentine's Day is over.

I wrote this after going back to look at this beautiful piece by herbarimoon one too many times :)

AU where cupids are angels that are given human assignments to help them fall in love, and Midoriya's first case is Bakugou Katsuki.

As if finding someone for this difficult human to fall in love with wasn't hard enough, it just had to be the one Midoriya had a soft spot for. As a fledgling angel, he loved to watch humans from above the clouds, but his favorite of all was the bratty blonde man that secretly feeds his scraps to kittens in alleyways and strives to be the best at everything he does.

Midoriya wants to find the perfect partner for this man. He searches high and low, until he's found him! Someone that could love his beloved human enough, and someone his human could love in return. And yet, when push comes to shove, and it's time to fire, he messes up the shot and the arrow gets lodged into Bakugou's heart. For it to work, the arrow has to shoot through his chest. What's even worse is, with this magic love arrow stuck in his heart, Bakugou can now see Midoriya, and the other cupids. And he's fucking pissed.

"Are you kidding me? You had one fucking job and you can't even do that right? You stupid fucking Deku!"

Midoriya promises that he will fix this. He looks for the man that he planned to be Bakugou's partner, but he can't find him anymore! Where did he go?

Meanwhile, Bakugou's upset as all hell. What the fuck is this? Is this fucking real? No way in hell is he going to be set up to fall in love. If he's going to fall in love, it will be because he chooses the fucker. Midoriya has to drag him kicking and screaming to find his future partner. People stare after him likes he's crazy, since they can't see the angel holding his wrist and pulling him along.

Try as he might, Midoriya can't find the perfect match again. Well... They'd have to keep trying. What a mess he's gotten himself into.

Bakugou doesn't fucking know what to do. This fuck ass angel keeps following him around, into his home, to his work, hovering over him worried and shit. And on top of that, he's got this arrow sticking out of him. He won't admit it to the idiot, but it hurts. It hurts to put his clothes on, even though the arrow phases through them. It hurts when he wasn't even thinking about it, a dull throbbing in his chest. Because obviously it would hurt to have something stuck in your heart. But fuck that bastard. He doesn't have to know shit about him. Like hell he'd fall in love with whatever random fucker Deku assigned to him. He can deal. He can figure his own way out of this. Apparently they can't just pull out the arrow, otherwise his heart might be damaged beyond repair - meaning he won't be able to fall in love afterwards. He doesn't actually believe that; not until he tries to tug on it at night when the angel is sleeping on his couch and it hurts like a motherfucker.

Fine, okay, this is going to take some time. He just doesn't really get why... There's this nagging sensation in the back of his mind... Why there is something familiar about this angel guy...

Shenanigans ensue. Obviously. Bakugou looks kind of strange half the time, sometimes talking to someone that isn't there. But it's only when he goes to his parents house for something or other, and he sees a picture of himself from childhood. There, beside him, his old friend who drowned in the river when they were kids. It looks just like this fucker that's been harassing him and sleeping on his couch and consuming all of his sweets because even though he doesn't need them, he still has a sweet tooth (and, well, Bakugou could speak up more if it really pissed him off...)

That night he shows Midoriya the picture, and Midoriya is stunned. That is him. Truly. But...he doesn't remember that. It's kind of freaky. Bakugou can tell that it freaks him out, too. And that's when he starts to suspect.

When Midoriya sleeps that night, he dreams of being a child, of playing with his best friend. His best friend, who is the coolest in the whole world, the strongest, the bravest. Going out to play one day when it's raining and his friend... Ka... Ka... His friend stayed home that day. And he slips on the log they used to cross all the time and plummets to the waters below... It's dark, and so, so cold...

He wakes up with a gasp and a splitting headache. Midoriya tries to recall his earliest memory, but the further back he goes, the foggier it gets. No one can really remember their first day alive, their beginning, can they? But he remembers the heavens, a life that feels so long ago, though its only been weeks. He was a bit of an outcast up there, longing constantly for the humans, for one in particular...

That morning, Bakugou studies him silently, but doesn't speak, which is fine, because Midoriya doesn't feel like speaking, either.

They're in that same park, the one where Bakugou first saw him. They're sitting on the bench together, strangely silent. Normally they bicker; Midoriya points out people and asks Bakugou about them, if he's interested, and Bakugou proceeds to tell him all the ways he hates them. Why Bakugou always agreed to sit with him and watch, he could not explain. But today, Midoriya is quietly focused.

Suddenly, he shoots up and grabs Bakugou's hand, pulling him along. There! There he is! The man Midoriya paired him with originally. And Bakugou finally gets a good look at him. Crap! He's his type... He looks at Midorya's excited face, seeing the cupid looking only at their target, and Bakugou frowns. Yeah, okay, maybe he kind of gets Bakugou after all.

"Keep your eyes on him!"

Bakugou digs his heels into the ground.

"The hell is that? You think I could fall for somebody like that? Look at his shitty hair! He looks like an idiot!"

Midoriya stares at him, the excitement slowly draining from his face until he is crestfallen. Oh well. Looks like stupid Deku is going to have to take the time to find him someone else. Shame.

Before either of them can say anymore, Bakugou's face crumples in pain, and he falls to his knees. He hadn't wanted to tell the angel about his pain, but it was getting worse as time went on. He was pretty damn good at ignoring it, but it floods his chest right then, along with a bunch of regrets he'd been holding back for longer than he could remember.

Midoriya follows him down, panicking now. How could he have not noticed! Of course Bakugou would have been in pain this whole time. Humans can't handle long exposure to magic like that, and this arrow had been pumping him full of it for a month now! How he had lasted this long was a miracle already, but he'd never complained, so Midoriya never realized...

"Kacchan, Kacchan please-" where had that name come from? "Please, tell me, just tell me someone-" he looks around at the people in the park, some looking curiously at the man crouching, but Bakugou grips his wrist and holds his gaze.

"Dumbass..." He croaks out. "I don't want anybody else." Then he falls onto his back and the crowd around them gasps. There's screams and calls for an ambulance, but Midoriya is too shocked to notice the commotion. Anybody else...

There are tears in his eyes that he doesn't even feel as he straddles Bakugou. Nobody can see him, or the arrow sticking out of the fallen man's chest. So they can't see it when Midoriya, with his determined gaze, places his hands around the end of the shaft, looking down into Bakugou's eyes, so open and revealing, and he pushes down.

The sound Bakugou makes hurts his own heart, but he doesn't stop. He pushes the arrow through him, slowly, steadily, watching Bakugou gasp and cry, and then reach up and hold his hands and guide them in while he looks directly at Midoriya.

It was his own fault this was painful. If he'd just shot straight, it would've gone clean through. But perhaps there was a part of him that hadn't wanted that shot to work out. A part that had betrayed his trained accuracy. As he holds Bakugou's pained gaze, he takes full responsibility for it, pushing the arrow through and soaking in every wince and tear. He embraces his own selfishness; he wants this heart for his own.

When it's through, they both gasp. The arrow disappeared. And Bakugou... Well, aside from the deep, heaving breaths, and the tears he's blinking away, he looks just like normal. When he sits up, that's when Midoriya notices the crowd around them. And for some reason, they seem to be staring at him.

"Idiot." He looks at the sound of Bakugou's voice and sees him smirking at him. "They can see you now, Izuku."

Midoriya never told him that name. Midoriya hadn't known it himself. But the second Bakugou gives it to him, he feels it fit like a glove. The people around them murmur, saying, "He saved him, thank god..."

Midoriya doesn't know what they saw, or what they think they saw, but he knows what they're about to see. He dives forward and kisses the man beneath him still, and Bakugou holds the back of his neck as he lets him.

He never regains the memories from his childhood - those were swept away by the river. But his heart could never forget. He always wondered if that arrow ever actually worked - nothing feels any different between them. Kacchan loves him just the same.

Though, there is one thing that changes. He's human now (again) his powers stripped from him for falling in love with an assignment. Maybe it's for the best. He was never really good at this cupid business anyway.

#i just reread this and... sigh #i love this one so much i really wish i could make it into a full length fic #i just dont think i have it in me #im working on so many other things

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