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Absolutely loving your Scraps/Alice!Danny AU
I love how you’ve written Danny’s skills and powers and specifically the Bats reactions to them lol <3 when he switched to Amazonian fighting style and they were all like “brooo fr????”
Oh! And Danny delivering the message to red robin and glueing it to his chest when he took too long was great. And Idk meta human tends to have a lot of variety in dc so I was a bit surprised that they were that freaked by his temp when they knew he had ice abilities, oh but I guess the addition of his low resp and pulse make it overall a more concerning picture so that’s fair
They best not try and send Danny home, my gods he won’t handle that well
And jazz and the others expecting weekly check ins like!!! Yikes. Either they’re gonna track him down or be very worried when he does get in contact
Oh oh! And Jason feeling Danny’s aura and going “a baby??” XD
Duke knows he’s using his body as storage space so I wonder how the others are gonna take that info lol
Do you think you’d consider posting it on ao3 as well? I’ve got the posts bookmarked on my browser for future rereads but having it on ao3 would allow me to subscribe for email notifs instead of coming back to check occasionally lol. Def no pressure tho! Love this fic:D
I do plan to post on Ao3 eventually. I wanted to test ou the story here on Tumblr first. I was kind of stuck on if anyone would like to continue beyond the Alice arc. I have more ideas to further the story.
I also know, that I can get excited and bite off more than I can chew so I don't want to post the full story on Ao3 until it's done. I plan to add the future link to the Master List as well.
So... Alice in Gotham is coming along nicely. One problem.
I don't know how to stop! It already like 30,000+ words and 6 chapters long and I keep thinking of the plot holes I need to fill and how it would extend the story. But I'm not sure how committed I'm gonna be and I'm afraid to abandon the project.
For reference the most Batman information I have is from the movie and reading Wayne Family Adventures.
Where as I rewatch Danby Phantom regularly.
So, I've decided I'm going to post the first chapter (maybe first 3?) On here to see the response before deciding if I'm going to expand the plot and make it more like a 10 chapter fic or if I'm going to leave it with an open ending for a potential sequel or updates in the future.
I will be posting chapter 1 soon. Maybe I can figure out how to do that Masterpost thing people do. It's a super helpful feature.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62608510/chapters/165924838
Chapter 8 of Children of the Star has been posted!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62608510/chapters/164687728
Chapter 7 of Children of the Star has been posted!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62608510/chapters/164474341
Chapter 6 of Children of the Star has been posted!
(This was mentbto be posted last night but someone forgot.. whoops(*´∀｀))
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62608510/chapters/161622580
Chapter three of Children of the Star has been posted! Check out now:3
Chapter two just posted!!!
Mha Magical girl au, weekly updates.
Summary:
Izuku is offered power, how could he refuse?
-OR-
Midoriya Izuku should really read contracts more
-OR-
My take on the magical girl Au! fluff, angst, and so much crack
<333
Mha Magical girl au
Summary:
Izuku is offered power, how could he refuse?
-OR-
Midoriya Izuku should really read contracts more
-OR-
My take on the magical girl Au! fluff, angst, and so much crack
<333
A moment from a chapter I have drafted for a fic:
Shinso: Nice necklace
Midoriya: thank you, nice earings
Hatsume: Oh you too?
Midoriya:
Shinso:
Hatsume:
Midoriya + Shinso + Hatsume:
["Congratulations! Today is your day. You're off to Great Places! You're off and away!"
"You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own."
"And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go."
"You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care. About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there." With your head full of brains-"
"-and your shoes full of feet,"
"-you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street."
"And you may not find any you'll want to go down. In that case, of course, you'll head straight out of town. It's opener there in the wide open air. Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy-"
"-and footsy as you."
"And when things start to happen, don't worry. Don't stew. Just go right along. You'll start happening too. Oh! The Places You'll Go!"
"You'll be on your way up! You'll be seeing great sights! You'll join the high fliers who soar to high heights. You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed. You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you'll be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest."
"Except when you don't. Because, sometimes, you won't. I'm sorry to say so but, sadly, it's true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you. You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You'll be left in a Lurch. You'll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you'll be left in a Slump.
"And when you're in a Slump, you're not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done. You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked. A place you could sprain both your and elbow and chin!"
"Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win? And IF you go in, should you turn left or right...or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around and back and sneak in from behind? Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind."
"You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grin on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place..."
"...for people just waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow, or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is waiting.
"Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake. Or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants, or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting."
"No! That's not for you!"
"Somehow you'll escape all that waiting and staying. You'll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you'll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you're that kind of guy!"
"Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be, with the whole world watching you win on TV."
"Except when they don't. Because, sometimes, they won't."
"I'm afraid that some times you'll play lonely games too. Games you can't win 'cause you'll play against you. All Alone! Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you'll be quite a lot."
"And when you're alone, there's a very good chance you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won't want to go on."
"But on you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go through your enemies prowl. On you will go through the Hakken-Kraks howl. Onward up many a frightening creek,"
"though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike. And I know you'll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are."
"You'll get mixed up, of course, as you already know."
"You'll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember Life's a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left."
"And will you succeed?"
"Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and 1/4 percent guaranteed.) Kid, You'll Move Mountains! So...be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea...or Danny."
"you're off to Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So...get on your way!"]
- from "Wayne's Haunted Mansion" by Tathartiel on AO3 ~132k words (29/?) chapters
•this is from a scene where red hood is reading a Dr Seuss book to Danny, I don't know if this is actually based on an actual Dr Seuss book but I absolutely loved it and I want to share it
heeeyeyeyey okay so i just finished a fic ive been writing but idk how to promo fics on this site so...
it's a 5+1 fic, shouta centric, hizashi/shouta, dadzawa, the whole nine yards. id day the desc for the fic explains it well, but basically 5 times shouta cares so much for other people to the extent he breaks and one time he realizes people would do the same for him.
pls go read it because this took so long lol
For fear of feeling - Chapter 1 - shoutashii - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]
AHHHH MORE FIC ART god I love this fic I’m so happy to see more art for it❤️❤️❤️
TW : Spoiler?
Another art based on beloved by me fanfic -
https://archiveofourown.org/works/46429378?view_full_work=true
Poor Hitan bro :[
Hyoga one of my fav characters in drst tho
like to think that he's a real psycho phahaa
God I love this fic. Also this feels like something that just happens in canon lol
![Lil Side Art Of The Previous Post :^]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/284aace226b426c69a4953e0c37ead4b/00dcf70d26077de1-16/s400x600/cadd72faee83fa38c9f125634cb73a5fa597c79a.png)
Lil side art of the previous post :^]
Holy bloody shit. After two months, the story outline is officially done. (100 pages of pure, torturing notes)
Please tell me I'm not the only one who needs this many details before writing?
Smoke. It carves the air, swirling through the sparks of floating embers. Katsuki Bakugou watches from his back, blinking slowly. Beautiful, he would typically think of the stars. He is disappointed—the stars are not out. Smoke has covered the entire sky.
His body trembles. Fingertips dig into the wet earth beneath him, sticky with mud and red. A fire crackles nearby, its heat licking his torn uniform, his exposed skin. His chest shudders violently, air slipping in shallow, painful gasps. Each inhale needles his lungs, drags fresh flames through his ribcage. He bites down on a cry as his nails scrape against the ground. His abdomen pulses sharply. Warmth pools beneath him.
Move. Some instinct screams at him. Stand up.
Katsuki’s teeth clench, grinding against the primal urge to stay down. He forces himself to his elbows. A low groan escapes his throat as he rises to his knees, his hand clamping over the gaping wound in his waist. Something inside shifts—grinds—but he doesn’t stop. The pain folds in on itself as he stands, staggering. His vision tunnels. The world tilts.
Above the smoke, a flash of green.
Izuku Midoriya—idiot, masochistic Deku—flies through the carnage, through the invisible stars and inferno, his body barely holding together. Katsuki can’t tear his eyes away. He is not stupid. He does not need to ask Izuku to know that these are the last few embers of One for All. He has witnessed it draining from him during lessons, in the longer breaks between sparring, the way Izuku’s body trembles as if holding much more than Katsuki’s weight on the training mat.
His fingers twitch, desperate for the explosions that would carry him up, push the other aside, and fight where he belongs at the front of danger. Save your quirk Deku, he’d spit. I got this. But his palms only spark faintly, skin cold, clammy. Useless.
The enemy lunges—massive, grotesque, a twisted nightmare of claws and sinew. Instead of targeting Izuku, its massive eyes land on Katsuki below.
Angry.
“You should be dead, boy,” the Nomu—the last one hidden after All for One’s downfall—shrieks from the air. Its wings pin against its body as it shoots through the smoke.
It is too fast, Katsuki too slow.
Another green flash, this time directly in front of Katsuki.
He tries to yell a warning, but his voice breaks, ragged and weak.
Izuku doesn’t dodge.
The Nomu’s claws tear straight into Izuku’s chest. There is a sickening snap as the talons break through bone and muscle, flesh and fabric. Numb, Katsuki watches from behind. The monster roars, flaps its wings, and brings Izuku skyward. Five feet, ten, twenty. Rain begins to fall, red and thick, over Katsuki. He blinks up, and the rain splatters over his cheeks.
Not water. Not rain, his brain provides unhelpfully.
The claws release.
Izuku falls. The impact of his landing reverberates through the ground, shivers up Katsuki’s battered legs.
The Nomu howls laughter.
Katsuki stumbles forward.
“Stand up, idiot!”
His boots catch in the mud, his legs screaming. He watches the quiet, bleeding body on the battlefield, waits for green eyes to open with some stupid smirk beneath freckles leading the way to his next attack. It is such a common phenomenon, one that is so expected that Katsuki does not hesitate turning his back, eyes following the creature as it continues to laugh and circle from above. He waits for Izuku to grab his shoulder. He waits for whispering, a plan mumbled directly into his ear.
“It’s coming back,” he warns, posing as he would back-to-back with his partner.
It does not quite register that Izuku isn’t moving.
The rumbling, inhumane laughter stops briefly. Yellow eyes catch Katsuki again. “My my, I would have thought you’d at least mourn the death of a partner. You’re not much different from an emotionless Nomu, are you?”
Katsuki’s eyebrow twitches. “The fuck are you saying? No one is dead except you!”
The Nomu’s beak gapes, seemingly to smile with its sharp teeth. “Denial, I see. Trust me boy, your friend is not getting up.”
Katsuki’s brain cannot fathom what the monster is saying, so he does not try to. “Watch my back, Deku! I’m going in!”
The first explosion is weaker than he’d like, but it brings him high enough to collide with All for One’s last creation. He releases another blow directly at its face, yelling. The monster spews a surprised yawp and falls back. Katsuki waits for the follow-up attack, green lightning striking for a quick finish. But…it never comes.
Katsuki falls through the air, confused.
Where is Izuku?
When he lands on his feet, his ankles give out. He curses from the ground, glaring at the sky. Waiting. Where is the lightning? Where is their victory?
He makes the mistake of looking down.
Izuku’s body remains motionless several feet away, covered in dirt.
“Deku,” he calls out. “Do you copy?”
There is no response. He must have fallen asleep, the bastard.
Something irks inside Katsuki—an anger that is reserved for Izuku and his ass-making decisions. How could he fall unconscious in the middle of battle?
“Deku, get up you idiot.”
Still, quiet.
Creeping apprehension cuts deep through Katsuki’s brain.
“Oi, what are you doing? The villain is coming back!”
Denial denial denial.
He tries to stand, but collapses pathetically to his knees. He begins to crawl.
An obstacle, an impossibility that he cannot compute within his mind, seems to block his rational thoughts. He draws closer, closer to the sleeping boy.
But Izuku’s eyes are open.
Strange.
Izuku isn’t supposed to look like this.
Read the rest on Ao3, "The Last" (I'm too lazy to reformat all of it on Tumblr)
I made it back to Thailand today! More fics to *finally* come now that I'm free of family duties ((:
Here's a short snippet from another WIP (post-war, canonical):
Katsuki is wrapping his bruised knuckles when his cell phone chimes. He yanks on the cloth bandage with his teeth, tying the knot on his left hand, while he uses his elbow to tap the screen lying face-up on his glass coffee table. The phone blinks. Ochako’s voice cuts across his living room quietly.
“Bakugou?”
“Here,” he says, mouth full of cotton. “Make it quick. I have patrol in ten minutes.”
He finishes tying the bandage and moves on to his right hand.
“Yeah, sorry. I know you’re busy—I didn’t know who else to call. There’s an issue at one of my schools regarding a gang in your precinct.”
Katsuki lifts an eyebrow, though she can’t see it. His mouth is clear of any cloth when he answers, “You gotta be more specific. What’s going on?”
Katsuki is impressed—proud, even—of Ochako’s work in quirk counseling. He knows there must be some deeper meaning behind each of her overnight shifts, the reason she invests so much into each child born with an unpredictable quirk, but he is not close enough to ask her outright. But he is not stupid. He hears the whispers. He sees the crestfallen frown on Izuku’s face after every one of his conversations with Ochako, slumping as if he is holding up yet another stress on his back, a fissure of tension pulsing across his tender shoulder blades.
There is a ghost that haunts Ochako, a regret that Katsuki is not privy to.
Of all the people in the world, for reasons no one can quite articulate, Izuku is yet again the confidant of his ex-classmates—and Ochako slowly wraps herself around him, creeping and consuming, like a vine choking its host. It is not her fault; Katsuki knows that when Izuku’s persistence is strong enough, anyone would spill their deepest secrets, trusting until there is nothing left of them to share. Until there is nothing left of Izuku to offer. Even so, Katsuki, while proud of her work, does not speak to Ochako with the same friendly intonation like he used to. She must realize how much she is wearing out the hero-turned-teacher, but whether she is blind or unwilling to find fault for bearing all her issues on one man, Izuku's chin has only dipped lower and lower into his chest.
Nowadays, Katsuki and Ochako are professional acquaintances, but nothing more.
“I’ve caught a glimpse of a young man frequenting the middle school in Musutafu, chatting with the kids as they leave classes,” continues Ochako through the phone line. “He doesn’t look a day over twenty, but no matter how much I try to catch up to him, he disappears before we can talk. He has one of those hourglass emblems on his jacket sleeve—the same one from that small gang popping up in your area.”
Katsuki sighs. So far, there hasn’t been more than petty thefts and hackling from the newly represented "Burning Sand" gang, and Katsuki has left most of their offenses to the police. A bunch of runaway misfits, too consumed in their own prejudices to listen to authority—Dynamight is the epitome of what they stand against: self-righteous, pedestal heroes. He is the last person they’d want to talk to.
“What do you want me to do about it?” Katsuki asks, trying to reel in his annoyance. “Unless there’s a broken law, I can’t arrest him. He’s just talking to some kids.”
He hears the exasperation in Ochako’s voice before she begins to speak. “I’m not asking you to arrest him. I just want you to keep an eye out. Some of the students said he was trying to recruit them, and the last thing I want is a notification that someone from my school was an accomplice in an armed robbery.”
“Fine, I’ll keep an eye out.” He finishes the bandage on his other hand, unintentionally knotting it to a point of pinching. “In the meantime, talk to your kids about stranger danger. Surely they’re smart enough to understand that gangs are a one-way-ticket to a life behind bars.”
“They’re fourteen, Bakugou. Fourteen year olds do plenty of stupid, rebellious things, no matter how much they’re taught,” Ochako digs. “Surely you remember the stupid things you did as a pubescent teen.”
Katsuki does not know if the insult is intentional, so he pretends not to have heard it.
“Whatever, Cheeks. If I see anything worth mentioning, I’ll let you know.”
He hangs up.
When he stands from the sofa, flexing his freshly wrapped fingers, his phone chimes one last time.
From Uravity:
His name is Lory, according to the students.
Katsuki does not bother with a response and pockets the phone in his uniform.
Morning patrol is uneventful. He helps replace a blown tire; directs traffic when a commuting businessman accidentally hops a median; guides a blind college student across the road. The closest he gets to catching a whiff of Burning Sand is when he rips down a few flyers from a street pole, all depicting their black and white, tipping hourglass symbol with an impressively difficult to read subtitle—TIME IS BURNING. STOP THE FIRE. He has no idea what the motto is meant to imply, but he is quick to incinerate the papers in a clenched fist.
An hour before lunch, he moves precincts.
Technically, Red Riot and Pinky have claim to this neighborhood—a small, but busy suburb on the hills of Shizuoka—but the hero duo have been out of town for “personal business.” Katsuki knows better; whatever Eijirou and Mina are up to is no business transaction. Not that he blames them for finally cashing in their vacation days. Of any hero duo from his class, he is glad that they were the first two to make an official partnership, romantic or otherwise.
Suffering one more day as a middleman between their filthy, pining text messages would have cost Katsuki his last brain cell.
He lands lazily on the edge of a convenient store rooftop, overlooking the new precinct like a half-mindful parent watching their toddler. Over the course of recent years, Katsuki has learned not to stress over unlikely what-ifs: what if the man in a trenchcoat across the street is a flasher? What if the bundle of blankets in a baby stroller is a bomb? What if the group of high schoolers on the basketball courts are members of an underground mafia? These types of judgements once ruled Katsuki’s decisions as an early pro-hero. He’d stay awake deep into the night, sometimes on working hours, sometimes not, worrying about the possibilities.
What if Shigaraki came back? What if All for One was not defeated?
What if Izuku-
He shakes his head.
Beneath him, civilians scatter like insects, darting in and out of two-story office buildings, careful not to bump into one another as they begin their lunch breaks. A few look upward, wave at Katsuki as they pass, before heading into the convenient store. He catalogues the groups he sees: businessmen and women, families, friends, students. A tall male in a sweatshirt stands out, slinking behind a quick moving group of girls. Katsuki watches him carefully until the man turns a corner and disappears down another side street.
“Hey, Dynamight!”
A voice calls, and Katsuki peers down. A young teenager grins up at the hero, teeth sharp and freckles dark across his forehead. Katsuki thinks about Ochako’s warning about Burning Sand recruiting middle-schoolers, and he leaps from the parapet.
Landing on the sidewalk in front of his obvious fan, Katsuki takes a moment to study the kid. A sharp horn extends from the back of his head, angling toward the sky. He is wearing a Dynamight official shirt, a bold orange ‘X’ over black, and his brown hair is styled to mimic Katsuki’s with a substantial amount of gel. The kid rocks back on his heels, dark eyes shining brightly as he twiddles his thumbs in front of him.
“What do you need?” Katsuki asks, remembering to control his volume like Izuku had suggested after the last disappointing rankings.
The kid’s shoulders rise to his ears. “Um. Could you sign my shirt?”
Katsuki typically would not indulge the public with such pointless intricacies, but there is something about the familiar smile—embarrassed, but not enough to sway away from asking for an autograph—that has Katsuki reluctantly holding out an open palm. The kid fumbles for his backpack, unzipping a front pocket, before dropping a silver marker into Katsuki’s waiting hand.
As Katsuki signs his name on the sleeve of the shirt, he snorts. “Shouldn’t you be in school? You’re not ditching, are ya?"
The kid blushes and recaps the marker after Katsuki hands it back. “It was only half-day today. All of the teachers have meetings—they do it once every couple of months. I’m on my way home!”
The hero darts his eyes around the crowded sidewalk and street, past a group who are standing nearby taking pictures. “Keep your focus on your surroundings, kid. And don’t talk to any strangers.”
Katsuki does not think the kid is paying attention, not with the way his eyes keep slinking from the large gauntlets over Katsuki’s forearms to his waistband where two more grenades dangle, admiration glowing from every crevice of his face. Smirking, Katsuki rubs his knuckles over the boy’s hair before stepping back. “Remember to stay away from strangers,” he says once more before launching into the sky.
As it turns out, Burning Sand may have a few members in Eijirou’s precinct, too. Katsuki flies from rooftop to rooftop, stopping whenever he catches another hastily taped hourglass hanging off a telephone pole, a fence post, a street light. The flyers are spaced out in no particular direction. Eventually, Katsuki makes an entire loop around the neighborhood, wiping off bits of ash from the sixteenth poster between his palms—when he hears a crash.
He’s back in front of the park, the same convenient store where he'd talked to the boy. The streets are emptying now, people returning to work, families lounging in the park instead of in stores, and the metallic crash is almost inaudible over the laughter and shouts of the playground. Katsuki twists his head and turns the corner of a side street.
A pile of trash bins are knocked over in an alleyway between stores, blocking Katsuki’s view with mounds of rotting garbage. He scrunches his nose and steps into the shadows. There are other sounds—grunting of some sort, scraping, and then a shrill yelp. When his eyes at last adjust to the dark end of the alley, he freezes.
A tall, young man windmills his arms, brandishing his fists as if he is entering a ring. And across from him—a familiar suit worth eight-years of sidekick salary hunches over placatingly, holding a bruising jaw.
Katsuki almost laughs. Instead he smirks, quiet enough that the men still do not realize his presence, and leans a shoulder against the brick wall to watch.
“Come, now.” The gentle voice is one Katsuki often hears in his dreams, his nightmares, always accompanied by flashes of green. “We don’t have to fight. Let’s just talk about this—”
“No!” The tall, lean stranger shuffles forward. Katsuki recognizes him from patrol, the same dark sweatshirt following behind a group of girls before the fan-kid had interrupted. “You’re just like the rest of them! Fuck off with your unwanted promises!” When he swings, the hunk of armor ducks, glowing in the dark.
Izuku makes short work of the other man, leaving him on the ground, blinking absently up toward the gutters and clotheslines overhead.
At last, Katsuki applauds.
Green eyes dart to the opening of the alleyway, shock rippling across features. “K–Kacchan?”
Katsuki pushes off the wall and continues clapping his gloved hands. “Bravo,” he says sarcastically, stepping over the mound of tipped trash. “You only took one hit to the face, this time.”
TBC on Ao3 eventually.
The Last
Ever since he was a child, Katsuki has taken everything from Izuku.
It is only natural that he should steal this, too.
(Or- How the last of Izuku's OFA embers are spent.)
This was by request from a follower: "Katsuki goes insane watching an unconscious Izuku fight with Blackwhip controlling his body."
Heeyyy are you ever going to finish or publish THE CORRIDORS because that my favorite fic😭😭. I was wondering since it’s not in aO3 anymore
Yes!! I had to pull it off Ao3 for a quick revision and rewrite now that I have a new Beta :// It should be back up mid-February <33
WIP (vigilante Deku)
(Trying to be more active here lol) IZUKU COULD NOT REMEMBER the last time he'd seen the sun. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the cold wind bit at his exposed skin, fogging his goggles. His boots splattered on the puddled concrete soaked with rain, mud, and old blood. Though rainstorms had become a daily phenomenon, they never could wash away the stains. Death and blood polluted Japan, and it was only a matter of time before it clouded the rest of the world. Shigaraki and All for One would make sure of it.
The streets were silent. No civilians. Over the past few months, only violent protestors or petty villains dared venture out; the real threats—the monsters that had torn Tartarus apart—had vanished, slipping into the shadows once the international teams arrived. Izuku had crossed paths with a few of the new heroes, but none measured up to the legends of his childhood. Still, their efforts had been appreciated. All Might strength or not, anyone would be welcome to fight alongside the dwindling Japan remnants. There was a certain hope and strength in numbers... or so everyone believed.
It was a shame, though not a complete surprise, when most of them died.
Deku worked alone now.
He wiped the condensation off his lenses and stared up at the gray sky, focusing on the outline of a Nomu as its wings beat against the harsh winds. An invisibility quirk. Without his specialized goggles, he wouldn’t have known it was there. For days, he’d tracked the invisible beast, waiting for it to return to its master or hint at the League's location. It never did. It just drifted, mindlessly circling the countryside with no sign of stopping.
His hand tightened around the goggles—Hatsume’s last gift before she went missing like so many others. He prayed that the mechanic and her family had successfully fled the country. It was a far better alternative to the claim that someone had seen her corpse under a collapsed building.
At the edge of an abandoned skyscraper, Izuku paused, his gaze sweeping over what remained of Esuha city. The heart of the metropolis, which had once pulsed with life and hope, now lay in broken fragments. Across the street, Fat Gum's agency stood as little more than a hollow shell, the shackled remains of brick and stucco reaching upward like ancient ruins.
When All for One had escaped Tartarus, the agencies were the first to fall. Leftover heroes had banded together near Yuuei campus, hiding in wait for an opportunity to fight back, which of course never came.
Izuku squinted and spotted a few bodies strewn near the entrance of Fat Gum's agency, long past the point of saving. He could almost hear their desperate cries, fists pounding against the agency's sealed doors, pleading for a sanctuary that would never come. What final thoughts had passed through their minds as they realized no one would answer?
It was little wonder the people had turned their backs on the heroes. Izuku couldn’t blame them.
He barely slowed his pace as he fired off a brief, coded text to Endeavor: Bodies in Esuha center. He knew the rescue teams would handle retrieving the decomposed corpses and identifying them, passing along the news to what little family remained. That was no longer his concern. Izuku’s purpose had narrowed to a single, burning objective: destroy All for One. The dead were beyond his reach, but the living still had a chance, however slim. And so, he pressed on, trailing the Nomu like a ghost through the rain-soaked ruins.
The jagged skyline eventually flattened to sprawling neighborhoods, then to abandoned rice fields, where weeds rose like sentries from the earth. Each time the Nomu dipped lower, Izuku crouched among the tall grass, heart pounding, careful not to be caught in the creature's line of sight. He moved in a rhythm now, alternating between bursts of running and surveillance, never allowing himself the luxury of rest.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it. A response from Endeavor, no doubt. A plea for him to update his location, to inform the group about where he was going. But he could not risk communicating that way, even in code. All for One was no doubt listening, waiting for an opportunity to catch and kill the last of the resistance. One misstep, one careless message—like, I’m chasing an invisible Nomu—and everything would be snuffed out.
He liked to believe that he could go on for as long as necessary; his years of training had conditioned him to survive in extremes. But his body had its limits. Food had run out two days ago, and the Nomu showed no signs of slowing down. Izuku tried to keep an eye out for any sources—an old convenience store, an unlocked door, a tipped over trash can—but found nothing. Mere adrenaline thrummed through his veins, keeping him sharp, alert.
As rain drizzled down, Izuku tilted his head back, catching a few drops on his tongue. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do.
Another buzz from his pocket, just as the Nomu screeched overhead. Izuku ducked behind a shrubby tree, pulse quickening with the fear he’d been seen. But the creature, oblivious, continued its course. They were heading back towards civilization—if that word even applied anymore. In the distance, apartment rooftops broke the horizon, and something about them tugged at Izuku’s memory. A fragment of his past, perhaps. Musutafu, maybe. If it truly was his hometown, he’d have circled Japan in under a week. He couldn’t help but let a dark smile curl at the thought—what a record that would have been.
Briefly glancing up at the bird as it grazed the tips of the trees, Izuku risked a peek at his phone.
2 new messages.
He fully expected the notifications to be from Endeavor, but when he opened them, he nearly dropped his phone in surprise.
Unknown number:
Where the FUCK are you.
I stole your number from number-one hot head, so answer me before he finds out and destroys my phone.
Another buzz followed moments later.
I know you’re reading these. Call me asap. I’m deleting evidence of this conversation.
A lump lodged its way into Izuku's throat. Twilight crept across the sky, casting long shadows through the skeletal trees that offered him little protection. His breaths came quicker, his heart pounding in his ears. The Nomu circled overhead, a predator biding its time.
And for a moment, Izuku broke.
He buried his face in the crook of his arm, the sobs quiet, muffled, but unstoppable. It was startling, almost relieving, to know that he could still cry. Many of his classmates could not anymore.
Classmates. The word felt like poison on his tongue. Ochako, Tenya, Shoto, Mina, Minoru… Kacchan. Just a few of the faces he hadn’t seen in over a month. He’d erased himself from their lives, using a new phone thanks to Hatsume’s network of friends, severing every connection. He couldn’t risk being found—not again. Not after they’d dragged him back three times already, forcing him to bathe and eat and waste several days in their care.
This time, most of them stayed away on one condition: that he would direct them to All for One and Shigaraki when the time came. He was not allowed to fight by himself. Though Endeavor and Jeanist would not be able to track him, they eventually relented to his request to go alone. They would have to trust him.
After all, Deku had never failed them before.
Izuku hiccupped as he slid his back down the bark of the tree. Absently, his eyes tracked the silhouette of the Nomu, its wings slicing through the sky toward the distant city. He would catch up—he always did—but right now, steadying his breath, his heart, was the priority. Who would have thought a simple text could unravel him like this? He cursed himself for opening the phone at all. TBC (on Ao3 eventually)
Denki Kaminari is proud of his Christmas gift for his classmates. Despite Katsuki's relentless teasing and skepticism, the dream-linking candles quickly become a hit.
Everything seems perfect — until a prank meant for Katsuki drags Izuku into an endless sleep, trapping him in a web of nightmares from which no one can pull him out.
(I finally posted the epilogue oooops.)
A commissioned piece by Cinnabananamon for my new Ao3 fanfic. They did such a lovely job! xx
Fic: THE CORRIDORS - Chapter 1 - Evesara - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]
"Aether" (Vigilante Izuku Midoriya AU) I love binging vigilante Izuku fics so much I started writing one. I really like this design, too. (I'll post an announcement when I finally release the first chapter on ao3.)
If you:
Love bkdk/bakudeku/dkbk/katsizu idk whatever name you prefer for Bakugou Katsuki/Izuku Midoriya
Love friends to lovers
Love fics that update daily
Love bamf! protagonists
Love power couples
Love different aus
Love the codependency tag
Like stories including run away couples
Like adventure fics
Like heroes
Love x men (or don't know anything about them)
Love fanfic
Love plot twists
Like to support people idk
You may consider reading, my new fic:
And in case you enjoy it PLEASE leave a comment or a kudos I dont get many of those but I love them
please read the tags I don't want to accidentally trigger anyone please be safe and know your limits
About you ? (Don't let go)
Summary:
Midoriya Izuku has vanished without a trace, missing for three long months. When Katsuki Bakugou, renowned pro hero, reluctantly takes on the cold case at the behest of Izuku's mother—his devoted, unseen fan—he embarks on a journey of unraveling mysteries and piecing together memories. As he delves deeper into Izuku's world, Bakugou unexpectedly finds himself captivated by a person he's never met, navigating a path where love intertwines with the shadows of a haunting disappearance.
Or the story where Katsuki Bakugou falls inexorably in love with someone he's never laid eyes on.
Chapter 1: Did you think I had forgotten?
Katsuki Bakugou was notorious for his impatience. His famous short temper, who’s presence been a constant in his life since his childhood, despite years of therapy, remained untamed. Today was an especially trying day—a fan meet-and-greet. He despised these events with a passion. His fans, he believed, consisted mostly of desperate, perverted women or clueless kids drawn to his brash attitude and powerful quirk.
These gatherings were always tedious. His job entailed tolerating fans who asked for autographs on inappropriate places ( like who in the hell wanted an autograph on their tits?) or requested absurd photos ( Katsuki does not do family friendly photos with annoying and loud brats). He could already tell it would be a long, irritating day. However, the next woman in line didn't seem interested in an autograph. Actually, the chubby short greenette woman, who was dressed as the number one enemy of fashion, didn’t like she belonged this crowd at all. She looked as old as his mother, and if she dared pull out panties for him to sign, he swore he'd swore he would blast her face, leave this hellhole and call the day done, his publicist could screw themselves. Suppressing his irritation, Katsuki managed:
- Alright, lady. What do you need?
The woman in front of him emanated nervous energy. But the woman surprised him, by muttering clearly and softly:
- Dynamite-sama, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I need your help.
Annoyed yet intrigued by her sincerity but also hoping he wouldn’t regret this later, Katsuki asked:
- What's the problem?
Sadly, she replied:
- It's my son. He's missing, and I can't find him.
Bakugou, who wasn’t understanding what this crazy lady wanted from him, scoffed:
- Do I look like a lost and found sector? Get security to help you. I'm working.
Desperation etched her face.
- My son isn't here.
Exasperated, Katsuki snapped:
- Then how am I supposed in to find him? Look, I'm not here to do hero work today and-
Cutting him off, she pleaded:
- Please, Dynamite-sama! No one has been able to find him! You're my last hope!
Reluctantly, Katsuki relented:
- Fine. When did you last see him?
She answered, on the verge of tears:
- Three months ago.
Katsuki rolled his eyes:
- And only now you realize that the fucker is missing? Did you go to the police?
She explained frantically:
- I did, but they've stopped searching.
Before he could protest further, a girl, with the sluttiest outfit ever, barged in, demanding her turn with Katsuki. Katsuki will never know why they bother when he already announced himself as gay to the press. Annoyed, he shouted:
- SHUT THE FUCK UP, Extra! WAIT ON THE DAMN LINE.
He urged the woman:
- Go on.
Gratefully, she continued:
- Thank you, Dynamite- sama! As I was saying, I need your help to find my boy! They keep saying to me that it’s common and that maybe he just left home and that he is of legal age but it doesn’t make sense for him to just disappear like that and I’m worried for him.
Katsuki wasn’t believing he was hearing this shit. Where are the cameras? Is she for real?! But after a deep breath, he said:
- And you thought that I, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite, would be THE person to help you locate your son, because?
But the woman was unbothered by the sarcasm in there :
- You see, my son, Izuku, is your biggest fan. He's been since you won that UA tournament at fifteen. He always believed you'd be Japan's top hero one day. Izuku has a heart of gold, and this isn't like him. Please, help me find him.
Internally urging himself to agree just to get rid of her, Katsuki sighed:
- Alright, alright. I'll take the case and start tomorrow.
Tears of relief streamed down her cheeks:
- Thank you, Dynamite-sama!
As she left, the endless line of bizarre encounters continued, like clockwork.
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Katsuki almost forgot about the woman until, after a 15-hour shift, a file fell from his bed shelf. After a long nap, as he organized his room, he found it again—the case of Izuku Midoriya. The case was enveloped in the folder and Katsuki quickly turns past the index and onto the first page, hoping for a photo of the kid missing. Woah, there. The blue folder held a photo that caught Katsuki's attention immediately. The pretty green eyes were the first thing he noticed accompanied by cute freckles darting all around, he had pretty curls that appeared to have life on its own. His face was roundish and his eyes were big, in the photo he was smiling and the background was white. Definitely not a kid, like DAMN. He was charming, unlike anyone Katsuki had seen before.
Case Details: Physical Characteristics: Somewhat short for his age (21), Izuku Midoriya has a round face framed by a mop of fluffy, dark-green hair that curls at odd angles. His large, circular eyes match the shade of his hair, often appearing watery and wide, giving him an innocent and energized appearance. He bears four symmetrical freckles in diamond formations, with being 21 on his left cheek and 24 in his right cheek. Izuku is often described as "plain-looking" or "not standing out" by others.
Katsuki paused, incredulous. Also, who the hell described the prettiest boy he had ever seen as “plain- looking” like what the fuck? Who gave this moron the job? He shook his head in annoyance at the description.
Distinguishing Features: Freckles all over his body Quirk: Quirkless
Katsuki raised an eyebrow. Quirkless? Despite his charming appearance, Izuku lacked a quirk. It was surprising.
Last Seen Clothing: White tank top, jeans, white sneakers Circumstances of Disappearance: Last seen at Mustafu’s Public Library, Detroit Street at 4 PM on May 14, 2062.
The notes were sparse, leaving Katsuki frustrated. It had been three months since Izuku's disappearance, and he wasn't a detective. However, the photo of Izuku intrigued him enough to continue reading. According to the file, Midoriya had left the library after borrowing two books, bidding farewell to the librarian, Blair Pamper. That was the extent of the information. The detectives had seemingly halted their investigation there. Tossing the folder onto his bed, Katsuki scoffed at the idea of getting involved. He muttered, turning away:
- Not my problem.
Yet, as he paced the room, the image of Izuku's earnest eyes lingered in his mind. Hours passed. Katsuki found himself unable to shake off the feeling of unease. Finally, unable to resist his curiosity, he retrieved the folder and flipped through it again, lingering on Izuku's photo. Katsuki muttered, trying to convince himself:
- He's just another lost pretty face.
But something about Izuku's gaze, innocent yet determined, tugged at him.
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At first, Katsuki's pride kept him distracted, and for four days, Bakugou didn't spare a single thought for the quirkless nerd. However, on the fifth day, thoughts of him resurfaced, and by the evening, Bakugou found himself slouched on Kirishima's couch, his usual intensity subdued. Kirishima noticed the tension in his friend's shoulders, the way his hands clenched and unclenched in his lap.
Kirishima asked, tossing a bag of chips onto the coffee table:
- Hey man, what's eating at you?" Kirishima asked, tossing a bag of chips onto the coffee table.
Bakugou grunted, taking a handful of chips and chewing slowly. He muttered, his voice unusually quiet:
- It's that damn case.
Kirishima raised an eyebrow, leaning forward:
- Case? What case?
Bakugou hesitated, unsure how much to disclose:
- It's... a missing person. Someone I heard about.
Kirishima nodded, sensing Bakugou's reluctance. He encouraged gently:
- Okay, go on.
Bakugou sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair:
- This guy, Izuku Midoriya. He's been missing for three months now. The cops stopped looking.
Concern furrowed Kirishima's brow:
- That's rough, man. Do you know him?
Bakugou shook his head:
- Never met him. But something about it bugs me. Like... I can't shake the feeling that there's more to this story.
Kirishima studied his friend, recognizing the determination in Bakugou's eyes:
- So, what's bothering you the most about it?
Bakugou shrugged, a hint of frustration in his voice:
- I dunno yet. But something doesn't sit right.
Kirishima leaned back, thinking:
- Is he a friend of yours?
Bakugou hesitated, then decided to reveal more:
- No, I don't know him personally. But he's quirkless.
Kirishima's eyebrows shot up in surprise:
- Quirkless? That's unusual. Does that bother you?
Bakugou tensed slightly, his discomfort evident.:
- Yeah... People like him don't always get the attention they deserve. It's like everyone's forgotten about him already.
Kirishima leaned forward, serious now:
- Look, whether he has a quirk or not, if this case bothers you, you should pursue it. Maybe no one else will, but that doesn't mean it's not worth looking into.
They fell into a contemplative silence, the weight of Bakugou's internal struggle hanging heavy in the air. Kirishima knew Bakugou had his reasons, but he also knew his friend's sense of justice ran deep. As Bakugou got up to leave, Kirishima gave his shoulder a reassuring clap:
- Good luck, man. Let me know if you need anything.
Bakugou nodded, a mix of determination and uncertainty flickering across his face.
- Yeah, I will.
With that, Bakugou left, leaving Kirishima to ponder the mysteries weighing on his friend's mind, hoping Bakugou would find the answers he sought.
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After talking to Kirishima, Katsuki wrestled with his pride and the unsettling feeling that had gripped him since their conversation about Izuku. Despite his initial resistance, curiosity and a growing sense of obligation gnawed at him. Yet, beneath his hardened exterior, a nagging sense of unease persisted. Katsuki sat at his cluttered desk, the soft hum of his laptop filling the dimly lit room. His eyes scanned through news articles and police reports, but his thoughts kept drifting back to one name: Izuku Midoriya.The image of Izuku, a quirkless nobody, haunted him more than he cared to admit. Katsuki muttered under his breath, trying to dismiss the gnawing feeling in his gut:
- He's just another damn case. I don't even know the guy.
But that wasn't entirely true. Over the past few days, Katsuki had immersed himself in the details of Izuku's disappearance. He knew about Izuku's quirklessness, his quiet determination, and his unwavering belief in heroes. Somehow, those details had woven themselves into Katsuki's thoughts, lingering like threads he couldn't untangle.
He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his spiky blond hair. He muttered, his frustration growing:
- Why the hell am I so fixated on this?
A memory flashed through his mind—a fleeting image of Izuku's face from the missing person poster. Those large, hopeful eyes seemed to stare back at him, silently pleading for help. It was absurd, Katsuki thought. He had never met Izuku, never exchanged a single word with him. And yet, here he was, feeling a strange sense of responsibility.
With a sigh, Katsuki closed the laptop, pushing it aside with a bit more force than necessary. He stood up and walked over to the window, gazing out at the city lights below. The night was quiet, the streets empty save for the occasional passing car.
Still, as much as he resisted, a small ember of concern flickered within him, igniting a reluctant curiosity that refused to be extinguished. As he paced his apartment that evening, Katsuki finally acknowledged the truth he had been avoiding: this case mattered to him. With a begrudging nod to himself, he made a decision. Katsuki muttered aloud, testing the name on his tongue once more:
- Izuku Midoriya.
It felt foreign yet familiar, like a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit but somehow belonged. He continued his speech to himself:
- I don't know why, but I'm going to find you.
As he turned away from the window, Katsuki couldn't shake the feeling that he was about to embark on a journey that would change more than just his routine. It was a journey that would challenge his perceptions, his pride, and perhaps even his understanding of what it meant to be a hero.
He walked back to his desk and pulled out a worn notebook, flipping to a blank page. Gripping the pen tightly in his hand, he began to jot down notes—potential leads, questions to ask, places to visit. Each stroke of the pen felt like a commitment, a promise to himself and to Izuku.
Hours passed as Katsuki immersed himself in planning, the soft glow of the desk lamp casting shadows across his determined face. Finally, he leaned back in his chair, a mix of determination and uncertainty swirling within him.
With that, Katsuki closed his notebook and glanced once more at the missing person poster pinned to his bulletin board. Izuku's face stared back at him, a reminder of the challenge ahead. Tomorrow, he would begin his search in earnest, driven by a newfound sense of purpose and a growing connection to a person he had never even met.
Tomorrow, he would begin investigating Izuku's disappearance.
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Want to keep reading? Read it on ao3 now!
guys so like im from Brazil and like Im so so glad that it was only twitter (like that's sad but it can always be worse) that was banned because this unlocked a new fear
WHAT IF THEY BAN AO3? Never been more terrified in my entire life
Fic Rec
Hey guys I know we are all mourning that MHA has ended but I just created a fic and I would like to share it with you all its on ao3 my username is atthelowest it’s called About you ? (don’t let go) and please if you like it please comment on it!!! Here is the link:
Much love as always!
soulmate au where you randomly find out you're soulmates after you've known the person for a while instead of instantly
I just turned 17 and so did ao3. It's kinda weird to think we're the same age :/
After many years in the Bakuten Shoot Beyblade community, I’ve finally mustered the courage to complete and publish my first fanfic in this universe (though it’s not my first story overall).
If anyone is interested in reading a fanfic about Max’s 21st birthday, I’ll leave the summary and links here!
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Summary:
“Max has always been the heart of the group, known for his charisma and easy smile — even in defeat. Now, as he approaches his 21st birthday, he returns to Japan after three years away, eager to reunite with Tyson, Hilary, and Kenny. However, time has passed, everyone has changed, and he’s unsure where he fits in this new dynamic. With his friends always busy and his family an ocean away, Max continues to hide his feelings and disappointments behind his usual smiles.
What he doesn’t realize is that, for months, his friends have been planning a grand celebration — not just for his birthday, but for their long-awaited reunion. Amid laughter, smiles, and moments of nostalgia, Max’s birthday arrives, and he comes to see that, while life is full of changes, some things don’t have to change at all.”
English:
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62868547/chapters/160975051
Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14438993/1/Between-Smiles-and-Laughter-Max-s-Birthday
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Brazilian Portuguese:
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62797921/chapters/160776751
Spirit: https://www.spiritfanfiction.com/historia/entre-sorrisos-e-risos-o-aniversario-de-max-26061453
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Thank you for your time! I hope you enjoy it!
(I also tried drawing a picture of Max as a bonus, but since I haven't drawn in years, this... peculiar result is what I ended up with sksk.)
Hey, so I figured I wouldn't keep this from the writer community. I found this website on Pinterest. It doesn't go to Pinterest, but I was scrolling through my Pinterest, and I was looking at it; it looked interesting, so I went to the website. And I'm starting to write With the website, oh my gosh, I've never felt more productive when writing. It's got a spell checker. It has a calendar goal kind of thing. It's got a note section. It's got so many organization options; it's awesome. 👌 And it's completely free.
