Pairings: Eventual BakuDeku, maybe more along the way
Snippet (for this chapter): “Izuku Midoriya?”
Well, there goes that lump again. It’s nice and solid, his eyes huge as he mentally tells himself to not sweat the nerves into the pits of his shirt. He steps away from the wall and walks to the door, tries his best to ignore the murmurs and stares from the others in the hallway. He knows he looks nothing like the perceived image of a hero and he’s probably wasting his time, to be honest. He never reached that mythical growth spurt, never really got rid of the baby fat that caresses his cheeks. So many people at the casting feel larger than life, some even reminding Izuku of how insanely muscular Toshinori used to be back at the start of his films. It feels like some kind of cruel joke that he’s here to read for the lead, of all things, even if Toshinori said that they wanted a wide range of people.
The Thank-Fuck-We-Aren’t-Dead Sex had started then, and had never really stopped. Then came the feelings and the fights. The ego, the pride, the jealousy. And then there was Us.
“My thanks.” He says, smiling back. “What is your name, boy?”
“I’m Izuku! Izuku Midoriya, sir!” The boy replies, excited, looking up at him. And Toshinori looks into the unmoving washed out green, into milky white pupils visible behind the mess curly hair, and realizes.
The boy is blind.
The boy that he distinctly saw dodge a series of fairly quick attacks, light on his feet and clearly used to some kind of training, the boy that had thrown him the bottle at the perfect height and perfect speed, the boy that has easily collected his spilled groceries and orderly put them back into the little plastic bag—
Dialing a wrong number was no unusual occurrence. Everyone did it once in a while, and Katuski was well aware of that fact.
However, possessing this knowledge made it no less aggravating for him to discover — a full two minutes into his rant about his day — that he’d been venting his frustrations to a complete stranger. As if that wasn’t enough, said stranger was also inexplicably determined to hear his story to its end.
The prince’s fingers were cold, and his touch was firm but not rough—yet every brush of his skin against Izuku’s felt like liquid fire, dragging over and inside him. He had held himself together fairly well as the other guards had taken out their anger on him, but now he found himself utterly lightheaded. He swayed forward unsteadily, and had to grab onto the prince’s arms to keep from toppling into him.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered; his voice seemed stolen from him. “F-forgive—”
“Quiet…” Prince Shouto said, and Izuku’s voice truly left him. It belonged to the prince, now. “It’s fine. I’m checking to make sure you weren’t severely injured.”
“I’m not—” Delicate, Izuku wanted to protest. But if he did… surely, the prince would move away again. Would stop touching him.
Izuku did not want that, at all.
–
There was a kingdom with a prince, a Wolf with two-toned eyes, And a Lamb, a lowly castle guard, who took him by surprise,
Their first meeting in the mountains left them warm despite the snow, As each new touch caused sudden need to waken and to grow.
The raid went bad. All for One had escaped and they didn’t know. The battlefield was chaos and at the center of it all, the hero Deku and All for One battled. Izuku was able to put the greatest evil to rest once and for all, but not without a price. His partner and lover Katsuki holds the fallen hero in his arms as he breaths his last.
In a desperate attack, Katsuki launches himself at Shigaraki in an attempt to kill him.
Moments later, he awakens in his childhood bedroom, 4 years old and with a fresh start to life. It seemed perfect. Until it ends in tragedy. Now Katsuki is faced with the task of having to live multiple lives, all alongside the love of his life Midoriya Izuku. Thre is only one common thread to the way all of the lives seem to end, a single burning desire.
One more chance. Just one more chance to protect him.
One more chance.
Remember Me by
Blue_Writer (@ringo-chuu is the artist but I can’t find the author’s Tumblr - if they have one.) *Bakudeku
It had been years since Bakugou was exiled from his home and became the savage dragon king, but one good thing finally came to his life when he met Izuku again. The only issue, is that he doesn’t remember him.
Two pro heroes are complaining about having to work at a convention and deal with droves of sweaty fans, while two booths down a little kid is crying while meeting Deku, and Deku is crying right back. The mum is panicked. She knows how to handle a crying child but doesn’t know how to handle a crying top hero. Everyone in line is taking photos. Deku and the kid are hugging like it’s the end of the world
“It’s okay, it’s really
okay!” Deku wailed as he snotted over himself, clinging to a kid not older than
six. She’d gone red and burst into anxious, overwhelmed tears before she’d
managed to request an autograph. Deku sobbed in a deep breath, training back his
tears and failing as he accepted those slim little arms clinging less than half
way around his thick waist. “You’re so cute, oh my g-“
“Deku,” Kouta
snapped from behind the table where Deku should have been sitting, but never did.
He always stood before it, prepared to hug and greet and, inevitably, cry. Deku
could hear Kouta’s sigh as he typed something on his ever-present phone. He was
a good assistant, and rarely humored Deku’s, well, quirkiness. “There are other
people in line.”
“Of course.” Deku sniffled, his large hands gently
pressing the little fan back by the shoulders. Still kneeling at her level, he
smiled wide, his cheeks damp and his heart exploding for the future heroes of
this world. He could be looking at person who would grow up to save hundreds of
lives. “What’s your name?”
“I’m –” The petite redhead glanced quickly over her
shoulder at her mother, then leaned in close, her voice tiny as a chipmunk. “One
day everyone’s gonna know me as Firefly.”
“Oh.” Deku’s eyes
went wide as he toned his voice down, his brow bowed to hers. “Firefly. That’s
a good hero name.”
“See,” she whispered, and held open her palm. Light
sparked, flashed, and steadied into a growing glow.
“Well, then.” Deku said, his jaw aching from the joy in
his smile, his eyes glistening anew. “I’ll address this photo to Firefly, won’t
I?”
Photos and final hugs finished, and Kouta tapping a foot
behind him, Deku waved goodbye to Firefly with a dreamy sigh.
“So cute. Kouta, you got that picture of us, didn’t you?”
“Sure. Don’t know where the hell you’re gonna put it,
though. You’ve got how many photo albums full now?”
“I –“
“Our turn!”
Deku turned to the next in line. Eyes bugging, he gawked,
a high-pitched screech of glee eking out as he held open his arms in shock.
An absolute mass of ten teens approached, dressed
entirely as pro heroes from the legendary Class 1-A.
“I WOULD DIE FOR YOU,” was all Deku could yell as he ran
into the group of kids and tackled them in hugs. “Will you take a picture with
me on my phone? I’m sending this to everyone!”
“For the love of –“ Kouta dropped into Deku’s chair
behind the table and laid his forehead upon the surface. “Don’t get paid enough
for this shit.”
Deku: And then TEN KIDS SHOWED UP DRESSED LIKE US!
Are we just gonna ignore the fact that Izuku is canonically a fucking klutz.
I mean look
Someone help him
Oh my God
Deku.
Guess I’ll just die…
(Fic) The Timeless Art Of “Please Just… You Know… Already!” (1/1)
Title: The Timeless Art of “Please Just… You Know… Already!”
Alternate Title: What happens when you’re on a road trip with your partner and she calls your bluff about writing a thing.
Warnings: Aged up characters and smutty smut smut. In public, even.
Summary: Nobody wants Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou to bang more than Class 1A, because my god, they keep flirting with each other, and something’s gotta give
You know honestly I think it’d be one of those “they’ve been dating for years and everyone sees it but them” moments, not in a denial kind of way, though. Like they’re so used to being around each other that it just makes sense to go out to dinner, hang out, ect. (you know once they get past the roadblocks), so to them it’s not really dating, it’s just normal.
Like they graduate and end up in the same city.
They live close to each other like they did as kids.
They may or may not work at the same agencies, but regardless, they always check on each other like, “Are you eating properly, stupid Deku,” and stuff like that.
Then finally someone’s like, “You two are so in love,” and Bakugou is actually like, “Fucking duh.” Because my headcanon for him is that when he loves someone he loves them hard, like, no denial, no second guessing, no fear or wanting to sneak around, he just loves stupid Deku: the end.
If one of these new upcoming episodes has a cliffhanger with Bakugou saying “You got that power from All Might, didn’t you?” right before the credits roll
You know that’s gonna happen
I’m already mad
Then they’re gonna have some cutesy ending theme that shows all these happy images like they didn’t just stab us in the heart.
(Fic) Lights. Camera. Hero! 1/?
Title: Lights. Camera. Hero!
Summary: If there’s one thing Izuku Midoriya’s good at, it’s dreaming big, and dreaming hard. That’s why he’s in Hollywood, of all places, his hometown an entire ocean away along with his graduating high school class and single mother. But he’s gonna be an actor, an international sensation, a superstar like no other.
He just.
Has to convince the rest of the world.
Which is, admittedly, a difficult task.
[AU where “My Hero Academia” is an upcoming television series, everyone’s an actor/actress, and romance happens behind the scenes]
Pairing: BakuDeku, probably future others
Warnings: AU, sexual content (later), re-imagining of the series, angst, acting
listen i’m not saying we need a mini arc dedicated to bakugou’s parents being in the fashion industry but we definitely need a mini arc dedicated to bakuogu’s parents being in the fasion industry
I’m sorry but this is so funny to me because that means that Bakugou probably knows more about fashion than anyone else at UA, and he is best friends with the biggest fashion disaster alive.
kirishima and mina: *wears that*
bakugou, crying: i should’ve stayed with the villains
Deku, coming back from battle, costume a disaster: Hi Kacchan
Bakugou: Holy Christ, fucking Deku, take it to my sewing room
Deku: Don’t alter it this time
Bakugou: Those ears are tacky as fuck
Deku: KACCHAN!
Bakugou: DON’T STIFLE MY GENIUS!
(Fic) Quiet
Title: Quiet (aka: it’s 1 AM and I have extreme feels after BNHA Episode 50)
Summary: Izuku’s been figuring out the ways to deal with the loud: learning how to perfect his quirk, learning how to face threats that make his legs tremble harder than an earthquake. But most of all, he’s been figuring out Katsuki Bakugou since childhood, all his bursts of anger, all his fiery, heroic rage. And much like the quiet end to All Might’s strength, Katsuki’s quiet… scares him.
This is the story of a geeky anime/gaming gal by the name of Chibi. Please fasten your seat belts and prepare for... some sort of ride? Oh! I love to write, and I also love doing crafty things. I go to conventions with my partner and sell woodburned things, clocks, mirrors, and more! So expect to see those on here too :)
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