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Izuku is just adorable 😭

store-bought boyfriend izuku who is completely enamoured but so incredibly confused when he wakes up and lays eyes on you for the first time.

he’d always been trained- maybe even warned that the person who ultimately bought him may not be the most pleasant person- but you. he thinks you may just be the most pleasant thing to ever exist.

he doesn’t understand why someone as pretty as you- as kind and as interesting as you- would be forced to go to the lengths of purchasing a live-in boyfriend?

you giggle at his bewildered look when he finally asks you why. he just doesn’t get it!! anyone would be over the moon to have someone as captivating as you!

forced to hold in a chuckle as he gazes up at you in amazement- you explain to him that you didn’t buy him silly! your friends had bought you him for your birthday!

he feels his entire world shattered in seconds. crumbling immediately as tears well up in his eyes. he should’ve known he wouldn’t get that lucky. you didn’t actually want him.

your eyes immediately soften as you catch the pout on his lips, water coated eyes now facing directly down into his lap.

“but i just couldn’t just leave you there unopened.” his face snaps straight back up to meet yours in an instant- catching the look of longing your giving him.

“you were just too cute.”

chat I just wanted this out of my drafts so yeah

ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀ ꜱɴᴀᴄᴋ *ೃ༄

Izuku M. x female reader (aged up!)

summary: you get hit by a love quirk, and poor Izuku gets smothered with your love and affection

warning: horny reader, swearing, M*neta, reader ready to rail him

an: based off a c.ai bot. Crack. Idk what spurred me to write this

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You were out on patrol, your fellow heroes in training Red Riot and Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight at your side. You were all after a villain, who had some weird love quirk that made people overly affectionate and, well, horny… you couldn’t have that happening obviously.

You leaped at the villian, a kick aimed at the head, when suddenly, he touched your leg with his hand swiftly, and you felt something tingly spreading through your body, and you fell limp.

Kirishima’s scream could be heard in the background, and last thing you saw was black boots as your vision faded to black.

You woke up in your room, eyes hazy and vision blurry as you came to. You felt..weird. And hungry.

Izuku started to make himself a sandwich, having been craving it for quite a while and hadn’t found the time to make one. Suddenly you walked into the kitchen, stumbling a bit.

He greeted you, smiling a bit. “Hi L/N!” You and him weren’t friends per se, but you were on good terms, and he definitely didn’t find you attractive. His eyes met yours, and he could immediately tell something was wrong.

Your pupils were heart shaped, face flushed and eyes half lidded, a hungry look on your face.

Izuku blinked in surprise, breaking the eye contact. She hadn’t answered, instead walking over. This was creeping him out.

Though from what he could tell, she was under some quirk’s effects. Suddenly he felt a weight behind him, arms snaking their way around him, pulling him flush against her.

He went red, while he had hugged a girl before, the unexpected sensation of a behind hug was startling. “H-hah?! L/N?” He managed to say, his hands moving frantically.

This wasn’t real. The girl he had liked was hugging him. This isn’t real this isn’t real, He thought, turning redder and redder.

“Hello Izuku-chan!” What you said muffled as you pressed your face into his back, your hands slipping under his shirt, causing him to flinch and deeply inhale as your hands touched what they could reach.

He started to stutter, trying to put together a sentence, as he suddenly let out a squeak as he felt your hands caressing his toned torso, pinching his skin. If he endured any more of this he would explode.

He somehow managed to pry your sneaky fingers away from him, turning around to face you, grabbing you by the shoulders and holding you at arm’s length.

“L-L/N! What was that!” He stuttered, feeling slightly disappointed to lose the warmth of you.

You tilted your head, gazing at him hungrily. “I wanted a snack.” You coo, eyeing him up and down. He swallow thickly, “O-oh..uh..I can..make you a sandwich?” He asks nervously, feeling hot under your gaze, looking away.

You hum, “Nah. How about..you?” You say, shamelessly drooling and a million different, ahem, positions running through your head.

At your words his grip on you tightens, his nails digging into your skin, but not that it hurts too bad. “H-hah?! M-me?! A s-s-snack?!” The poor freckled boy managed to say, not sure if he heard that right.

Him? A snack? Impossible.

You nod quickly, then blurt out shamelessly. “I want your babies. Cute green haired babies. Pleaseeee?” You ask, somehow removing his hands on you and jumping into his chest. “Please fuck me.” You continue to say, and he just about dies.

It’s too much. The seductive look you’re giving him, and he faints, blood gushing from his nose, face beet red.

You look down at him, and lick your lips. He just made your job easier. “Hehe.” You giggle, “I’m gonna fuck him today!”

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The second he feels someone’s hands on him, undoing the knot of his gym shorts he immediately slaps their hands away, and finds himself staring at you.

You huff, “Oh come on!” You whine. You look oh so disappointed, your snack was ready! How could he take it away?!

He rapidly blinks, face red as he fumbles to retie the knot. If he hadn’t woken up in a minute, he would have found his dick getting devoured.

He doesn’t know what to say. And how has no one entered the kitchen?! “L-L/N!” He whines, “D-don’t d-do that!”

You pout, “But whyy? I wanted a snack! Why you gotta take it away..” you grumble. He swallows, finding his thoughts drifting to very, very impure thoughts. He shakes his head, mentally slapping himself.

“N-no.” He managed to say, and wanting to cringe at how unserious it sounds. While the thought of doing anything with you does excite him, you’re not in the right mind. But darn the face you’re giving him is making him almost crumble.

“We can’t.” You frown, crawling onto him, and he turns redder as you straddle him. “But I wanna fuck! Please?” You beg, your bottom lip quivering.

Izuku is praying someone walks in so he doesn’t give in to you. And someone does. But oh gosh. Anyone but him. Mineta is drooling. “Fucking? Count me in!”

Candace frowns. “Oh fuck no. Your ass? Hell no.” She hugs Izuku, pushing his face into her boobs, still straggling him. “You’re not fucking him, I’m fucking him!”

Mineta sputters, looking ever so jealous at how snug Izuku’s face is, nestled in your cleavage. “Him? I want to do the dirty with you! Is this about that one time I said that one thing? I didn’t mean it!”

You glare at him, hugging Izuku tighter as he turns redder and redder. “He’s mine! Fuck off.” Mineta grumbles, and reluctantly leaves. You pull away from Izuku, his face oh so red, and look at him, so much heat in your gaze. And you whisper,

“Now where were we?”

IZUKUUU MSNCHSISFBDHSH

Hey darling!!! Been stalking your blog and I love it?? Like hello?

Also, since reqs seem to be open, may I ask for either some more elaboration on the store-bought Izuku drabble? (Something like a little while into the future, when reader actually falls for him?)

Or maybe a part 2 to the project partner fic with Katsuki? I read it and it just broke my heart I want him to be happy😭

No pressure for either one obviously, love ya!

hiii, yes requests are always open!! (for now at least) i will elaborate on store bought izuku, im unsure about continuing project partner rn ! elaboration on this drabble.

the sound of the door opening rings in izuku’s ears, his face perks up, body bolting around the corner leaving the kitchen into the living space- he needs to see you immediately.

the weekdays are insufferable for izuku- he’s forced to spend the majority of the day alone as he runs around cleaning your space and cooking you a meal as he awaits your return.

his ears go bright red when he sees you- he greets you the same way he has everyday for the past 3 months, barely waiting for you to remove your shoes and coat before he pounces on you- grasping your body against his.

he digs his nose into your neck- often times taking deep inhales as though breathing you in. he really does miss you immensly everyday.

your eventually forced to pat him off- much to his dismay as he trails behind you, following as you walk around the house- tending to small things and he talks your ear off.

“izuku- please. calm down for a second- i have to talk to you.”

interrupting his rambling nerves shoot up his body like electricity- heart pounding in his chest so loud that he’s afraid you’ll hear it.

you get him settled down for dinner- your wish to have this conversation over food only makes him even more worried.

the silence in the room is choking- hearing the increase in taps from izukus foot colliding with the floor you decide to show him mercy.

“so i’ve been thinking-” the dread in his stomach forces him to speak before he can think- interrupting your sentence before you get to finish it.

“w-whatever i’ve done to upset you im sorry! please- it won’t happen again!” looking at him you take note that tears in his eyes are threatening to spill- it’s now when you realise how truly terrified he is at the idea that he’d done something wrong- a strike of sympathy hits your chest.

“izuku darling, you have to let me finish.” you give him a warm smile in an attempt to somewhat calm him nerves before you continue- catching the spark in his eyes when look into his- izuku truly believes your smile may be the most beautiful in the world.

“i was thinking- maybe- you would like to start spending the night in my room?” his breath catches in his throat- finding himself unable to make a sound- unsure if he’d heard you correctly.

seeing the expecting look in your eye he gives you a meek nod- that’s all you need.

izuku does spend the night in your room that night- uncharacteristically weary of your personal space before you tell him it’s okay- you invited him here.

for the first time since he met you- store bought izuku falls asleep in your arms- head resting deep into your chest- holding you so tight he can hear your heartbeat. deciding this is where he belongs-

with you.

i love love love doing requests so please don’t hesitate to send them in!!

I just love crying on a Monday

Izuku, but angst + you die during the war arc :((

he never got to tell you he loved you.

maybe it’s trivial, how this keeps him up at night. considering everything that him and his classmates had been through over the past few months, he should feel relieved that finally- he can have a safe nights sleep.

but the burn of regret in his stomach is too much- it’s overwhelming- suffocating.

everyone feels it- the weight of your passing, the space you left empty, but izuku especially. your close relationship was something your classmates were aware of- their words of condolence and comfort are constant.

he can see the look in peoples eyes when your mentioned, how the room goes silent and heads turn to him. he wishes it would all just stop.

the publicity of your death haunts him- the live recording of your final moments played on repeat as he struggles to sleep. he watches as you take your final blow, the fight in you still there until the very end. before he watches as the colour drains from your face- the light lost in your eyes.

he never got to tell you he loved you.

he hopes that you knew- even if he hadn’t said it explicitly. you had to have known, surely. maybe he only convinces himself that to keep himself sane.

he misses everything about you- your voice, your laugh, your smile. not a day goes by that he doesn’t mourn your passing.

your grave is never empty of flowers, he makes sure of it. even if he struggles to go himself at first. he gets bakugo to drop them off at your grave on his runs before he builds up the courage to visit you.

when he does eventually visit you he’s a mess, his friends a couple meters behind him as he reads your name in the stone for the first time.

it’s as though it all breaks at once- unable to hold himself up he falls to his knees, hands gripping the material covering his thighs as he chokes back a sob.

it’s weeks after your death when izuku finally visits your grave, it’s then when it really hits him. the true weight of your last breath falls heavy onto his shoulders— your never coming back.

and you never knew that he loved you.

Mfjsjcxnskdnfj he’s adorable 😭

Maybeee more store bought Izuku? I’m just in love with him

watching you get ready for work in the morning is one of his most but also least favourite things, finding himself completely enamoured by you as you begin the day, picking an outfit, asking him for his opinions that are always positive and absolutely no help because he thinks you look amazing in everything you wear.

rushing to make you breakfast in the morning- even if its something small because he always feels better knowing you ate at least something before you leave.

dread pooling in his stomach as you slide on your shoes, completely transfixed as you pat yourself down before picking up your bag- he knows your about to leave and he hates it.

you turn around to face him, your lunch in his hand as you give him your thanks, knowing to expect a cute little note with your food. his hand grips yours as they touch when you attempt to take the meal from his grasp.

"c-can you stay?" his voice is quiet, if you were a step further from him you wouldn't be able to hear it- he's pleading with you. guilt pools in you stomach when you hear him take a shaky breath.

"izuku.. you know i cant- i have to work" the excuse you give doesn't seem to take away from the blow of rejection- even if he was expecting it.

he doesn't respond straight away, instead opting to rub his eyes with his sleeve- taking a step away from you, letting his grip in your hand falter.

expecting you to turn and walk away from him- he's taken aback when he feels you in front of him again, closer than you were before, you force his hand into yours.

"don't make dinner tonight 'kay?" his eyes meet yours with a look of confusion- hope. your so close that he can smell the notes of your perfume- the scent engulfing his senses.

"we can order in and watch a movie on the couch together instead." you squeeze his hand- half in reassurance and half in promise, he nods slowly at you- a big smile taking over his face to make the soft one on your own.

he listens to the door close as you leave- waving him goodbye. the pool in his stomach drained, replaced with a comfort- a warmth. your words replay in his head until you come home that night.

together.

Guys I’m fine on the inside I swear

He’s healing me

as most girls do

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created by @getstarried (actually a drawing thing, but I decided to write one shots/whatever instead)

warnings: some of them mayyy contain smut, but most will be fluff :), maybe angst

summary: basically just deku everyday.

an: everything will probably not be published in the day it’s supposed to be, as this is veryy last minute

DAY ONE: Bunny Deku

DAY TWO: Scars

DAY THREE: Villian

DAY FOUR: Costume swap

DAY FIVE: Blushing

DAY SIX: Thighs

DAY SEVEN: Fav food

DAY EIGHT: Sleepy

DAY NINE: Pets

DAY TEN: Support Course AU

DAY ELEVEN: Mid battle

DAY TWELVE: Post battle

DAY THIRTEEN: Muscles

DAY FOURTEEN: Fav hairstyle

DAY FIFTEEN: Pro hero

DAY SIXTEEN: Cry

DAY SEVENTEEN: Fem Deku

DAY EIGHTEEN: Fantasy AU

DAY NINETEEN: Car/Motocycle

DAY TWENTY: Stress Reliever

DAY TWENTY-ONE: Girls Night

DAY TWENTY-TWO: FRUIT

DAY TWENTY-THREE: Blackwhip

DAY TWENTY-FOUR: Teacher

DAY TWENTY-FIVE: Tatoos

DAY TWENTY-SIX: Vanpire

DAY TWENTY-SEVEN: Undercover

DAY TWENTY-EIGHT: Beach Day

DAY TWENTY-NINE: Hero Merch

DAY THIRTY: Magical Girl

DAY THIRTY-ONE: Overlay

@candiiee 2024

idea belongs to @getstarried!

Deku is All for one's son theory!!

So idk if someone else has thought of this yet, but I thought of some possible new evidence of Midoryia being AFO's kid.

Here's all the previous evidence just in case you haven't heard of this theory before :3.

So the thing I came up with was because of the new quirks popping up. I was thinking 'why couldn't have All Might gotten these quirks? He probably had plenty enough power as he could easily use 100% of his quirk while he had it. Why give this ability to someone who can barely use 20%? ( I think, I don't know what his current limit is-)'

My thought process went to this theory. If this theory Is true, Midoryia started manifesting the quirks because he can mentally handle it. If he is AFO's kid, it could have given him the ability to hold more than 1 quirk without becoming a nomu. All might couldn't, hence no extra quirks!

This also made my mind go out on a bit of a limb here, and think that Midoryia might have had a copy of AFO at some point, or a repressed version of it. Midoryia could have been diagnosed quirkless because AFO took the copy of his quirk. Either way it would probably send Midoryia down a pretty self-deprecating path :þ

Have a few headshots of bnha characters for your soul.

Scribbled this in school, sorry for not-so-great quality of photo.

Art requests open!

In a world where people can enhanced their bodies through breathing method...

or those who gains power through a deal with the fruits of the devil...

or simply born with quirks...

...this simple story starts with a day after school at the park;

I love Academy AU, this is a silly idea I thought of last night.

[Masterlist]

BLM/BNHA: “True Heroes”

A hero is tasked with protecting the public from threats that they are no match for. They uphold the peace and enforce the laws that govern the land so that order was maintained, and when the air filled with tear gas, all bets were off.

Sometimes, peace is met with violence, and when that violence is sanctioned by the government, well… a hero has to stand for justice, and class 1-A were heroes that wouldn’t stand by just because the very people who paid their salary were the ones playing the role of the villain. The front lines of protests changed after the first instance of lethal force being authorized occurred. Pro-heroes began to publicly attend protests in full gear and stand at the front line of the crowd, right between the civilians and the police. If lethal force would be authorized, well, they’d have to get through them before they could touch the citizens, and what could police without quirk authorization do to the kids that took down national criminal organizations and the League of Villains?

No large protest took place without at least three 1-A students present. They insisted that the protesters stay calm and peaceful, and in return, the heroes would ensure that no one got hurt or arrested. They made grand statements, blocking roads and highways, surrounding buildings like the police stations and city halls of the places the protests took place. The world began to take notice as word spread that Pro-heroes were refusing orders to stand down when police tried to dispatch crowds with force.

Interviews with heroes like Deku, Ground Zero, Shouto, and Red Riot make a clear, cohesive statement that the protesters were fighting a legitimate battle in a way that they had every right to do, and that the heroes were there to keep peaceful protests from becoming a scene of police brutality to quiet a dissenting opinion.

“You can’t uphold a system of systemic racism and abuse and expect people to not want things to change. You also can’t punish them for using their Constitutional rights to peaceful protest because they are drawing attention to a failure in the system.” The world clung to what Deku said on live national news as the rallying cry for more people to get involved. The heroes were protecting them if they were using their rights properly. He was recorded to be at many events, passing out water and bandanas to those needing them, and helping to make signs from old cardboard and permanent markers. Many pictures showed him holding back riot gear police from the crowds, insisting that they stop following orders and instead use their humanity.

“It’s bullshit! The fact that violence has been authorized against these people by the government is all a bullshit political move! Fuck re-election! People are being hurt! If they fire me for refusing orders and throwing tear gas canisters back at them, then they can all just die and go to hell!” Social media blew up, echoing the sentiment Ground Zero offered a news team after an incident where he took a rubber bullet to the brow and had an eye swollen shut for days. His statement, bruised eye and all, became evidence that the police were mistreating the people the heroes were protecting. The Internet flooded with videos taken by protesters of Ground Zero bare handed picking up tear gas canisters and blasting them to pieces with his quirk or otherwise lobbing them back at the police who had fired them in the first place, screaming that they “picked the wrong fight, assholes.”

“No one deserves the mistreatment that the African Americans have faced. There is a reason people are here, and that reason is that they see people being treated differently in the modern world. Everyone here cares that people are being hurt, arrested, and killed because of the color of their skin. They want the injustice to stop. This isn’t about one person like the media tries to say it is, but rather about a people struggling to survive against hate.” The leaders of the Black Lives Matter movement chose Red Riot to be their hero advocate voice, because he understood their beliefs and had been at their sides before any other hero had. Video after video depicted him at the front of crowds, black paint smeared across his face and carrying a sign with the symbol of the movement on it proudly, leading the crowd in chants and being a human shield against rubber bullets. Media tried to play on the irony that the hero Red Riot was leading “peaceful protests” in order to try to turn away their support, but evidence that Shouto and Hagakure managed to compile of the truth of the police staging and anarchists and looters being unrelated to the movement was a good way to gut the argument.

“I have resources, and not a lot of protesters do, so I’ve been working to help fund programs and gather evidence of the underhanded tactics that the police, government, and media are using to damage this movement’s very real credibility. The amount of cherry picking, undercover cops, and government corruption is appalling, and I want it on every news station that is willing to air the truth. People need to know that they are being lied to about these protests,” Shouto explained in an interview, boosting public interest in the findings that he was publishing. Whole websites popped up to add to the evidence, listing people’s experiences, and to provide video and document proof to the general public for free.

Their efforts made it so no one could ignore what was happening. They risked their health and jobs to stand in defense of the protesters as the government tried to silence the whistleblowing of the corruption and systemic racism that was inherent in the procedures and trainings that were widespread. Their chants were echoed around the world by online supporters, and funds began to pour into the charities aiding the protests. Supplies were donated to help the cause, and the very fact that the world was watching and listening put pressure on the government that had been authorizing lethal force. No one could deny the images and videos of the Pro-heroes being injured and wounded in trying to protect innocents practicing their rights. They couldn’t deny the fact that Pro-heroes were being hit with rubber bullets until black and blue in order to keep children from being hit. They used their quirks only when violence broke out, and only until the police conceded to no longer using force.

The police were no match for the few Pro-heroes at each event. They could try to use lethal force to dispatch the crowd, but with Pro-heroes between them and the crowd, authorized to use their quirks to protect civilians, they never got to the crowd before being forced to call off the attack or leave. Protester injuries dropped, and the movement was being forced to be taken seriously, even as the government tried stripping titles from the kids. Even without their Pro-hero status, they didn’t stop supporting the movement or protecting people at the events when police tried to hurt people to scare them off.

They would bring supplies like shin guards and goggles to pass out, and they would rob police of riot shields and redistribute them to those civilians being attacked. The world watched on the edge of their seats as the movement only grew louder and louder as Pro-heroes stood behind them against every injustice and every attempt to make them stop. They weren’t going to stop as long as people were being hurt and injustice remained. It was their duty to protect people from threats, with or without the license, and that was just what they would do. They would go beyond plus ultra to make a difference, and this was where they were making their stand.

So, throw the tear gas, it’ll be thrown back. So, bring riot shields, they’ll be taken for protecting the vulnerable. So, strip their ranks, they’ll still be standing there between both sides. So, fire rubber bullets, they’ll wear black and blue with pride. So, do whatever you want, but know that they won’t be backing down until real change hits, because a real hero protects people now and in the future.

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BakuDeku SFW: “Turned to Stone”

The garden was always quiet. Too quiet really. It used to be loud and full of such life. The garden is as green as ever, make no mistake of that, but the birds and deer that used to visit have forgotten their way, and the butterflies and bees that brought fresh pollen to keep blooms bright have forgotten the pots and ponds, and the fireflies and crickets have forgotten to keep nights magical. Quite frankly, it seemed that everyone and everything had simply forgotten the garden. Forgotten him.

His feet pad softly across the grass, the lush blades caressing his soft skin, thanking him for remembering them. The morning air was crisp and cool, the ocean kissing the mainland and sending it a front of salty breezes. How he missed the sand between his feet when he would take him there. The playful licking of the gentle waves across his ankles. The endless expanse of ocean stretching to the horizon to flirt with the sky. It felt like a lifetime ago. Perhaps it was…

He wanders aimlessly through the garden, following the weaving paths of cracked and crumbling cement. The shin high walls that lined the paths were being encroached upon by the soft, dewy moss that crept higher and higher on their sheer faces, relentless in their attempt to overtake the man-made material with their natural façade. Little warrior plants, they were. Like the Spartans, abandoning creativity and intellect for mindless conquest. The fools. It was no wonder they fell. He smiles at the thought. Humans and their propensity for war… it was tragic, but it was so familiar to him. The rough, bellowing voice that yelled obscenities and declared himself the victor remained so clear in his ears, even after years of their absence. He brushed scarred fingers across the rim of fire blown clay pots, designs carved crudely into their faces with the tips of arrows. Illustrations depicted battles and wars, beasts and battles so grad he could only imagine their reality.

The wind blows by, making the reeds creak and clatter together in a ballad to break the silence he had become so accustomed to. He was very lonely, if he were honest with himself. No one dared enter the Gorgon's garden… Not since the loss of the village hero. A fiery young man with no fear… He charged into the garden, shield and sword in hand, no armor to speak of, confidently asserting that he, this boy, was the land's greatest hero, and that he would put a stop to the monster's reign of the garden that once fed their village. A silly child. He was wholly unprepared to charge up to a mere child like himself. The men were afraid of a young boy with a messy green mop of hair that snakes protruded from, idly busying themselves with their interactions with the boy they called their host. He was so small and frail, draped in plain white garments that fit far too loosely. A gorgon youth, lost and on his own. His wide emerald eyes were kind and frightened. Statues of the men who tended to the garden were strewn across the property.

The child cried out for a mother that he had strayed from, and the warrior stared. The child shrieked at him to avert his gaze and leave him be. A monster so young… They did exist. Like a snake without fangs, he was so pitiful as the boy approached. The shield was raised between them as the brat thrust a hand out at the fallen crybaby. "Get up! Why are you here?"

Gentle fingers took the outstretched hand, mumbling a teary-eyed gratitude. "I got lost… I didn't mean to hurt them… I was hungry…" Sniffled broke up his thoughts as he voiced them.

"Well you can't stay here!"

"Why not?" Why not indeed. What was the harm? Gorgons were great with nature, and the child was lost and owed them a debt for taking their farmers. Perhaps he ought to replace their labor with his own.

"Because you're a monster!"

"A monster?"

"Yeah!"

"What's a monster?"

Oh gods… How silly the whole thing had been. A child warrior marching out after a monster alone, only to meet a lost child who knew no better and meant no harm. How the pair became friends, neither were sure of themselves, but a kinship blossomed, and the gorgon child was tasked with the care of the garden, providing the village with the food he grew. He stayed in the garden, and he only had one visitor, the boy with messy golden hair like the lions of the colosseum and eyes red as the blood that he spilled in battle as he grew older, tougher. He would be at home in Sparta, but he was here, the hero of the little rundown village with a "gorgon problem." The boy was brave, and he only got bolder as years passed. The child had a friend, and the warrior had someone he could pick on without the adults scolding him.

So he came, a cloth tied tight around his head, covering his eyes, learning the lay of the garden like the back of his hand with the child's help. As he got more familiar with the paths and lay, he no longer needed those small, work worn hands to hold his as they walked, but he never spoke up about that fact. In fact, as they grew older, their touches increased in frequency and intimacy. This boy could kill him with a look, but the danger didn't deter him in the slightest. He laughed like honey and his fingertips brushed so gently across his skin that it awakened fire within the warrior.

Now, the garden was empty, and no visitors came, not even the wildlife. He passes the statues of the gardeners every day and his heart bleeds for the families he hurt. Children never saw their fathers again because of him, but he could not bring himself to dwell on it for too long. He had been a child, startled and unfamiliar with the power he possessed. They meant no real emotion in his heart.

Warriors lined the courtyard, stone bodies poised to fight, forever unable to. It had been such a terrible day, and he knew that their statues meant more families without fathers. Again, he could not dwell nor did their stir emotion in his chest.

No, the only statue in this garden that stirred despair and heartbreak sat on the wall overlooking the fields, feet dangling over the ledge several feet above the fields below. A surprised look adorned his perfect face, one that the child had never seen in flesh until the moment it no longer was. The yelling of warriors approaching had made him lift the blindfold… and their gazes met incidentally… Now the only friend the Gorgon had known was just another statue, cracked and beginning to strain to remain whole after years of weather. Tears welled and fell freely when the boy visited the warrior child that he had loved so dearly. He would hug the stone and wish it would warm into flesh… He would patch and fill cracks in the stone to try and keep him whole a while longer… He couldn't bear it if he ended up truly alone again.

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having to fight for my life back in like 2021 for bkdk before their development was crazy..

IZUKU MY BABY HE WAS JUST A BOY WITH A DREAM. I LOVE YOU BABY IZUKU YOU HAVE DONE NO WRONG

I was just watching Heroes rising and I still cry when Izuku and Katsuki fight against Nine like this is such a powerful, beautiful and emotional scene and I don't know why. I was genuinely bawling and the song didn't make it better 🥹

Wouldn't it be funny if Nezuko's Blood Demon Art registers the devilfruit and quirk in Luffy and Izuku's bodies the same as demonic cell so her Blood Demon Art force out their powers from their bodies. (The same way white blood cell registers unknown cell as threatening)

On a more, not so comedic note, her fire would've burnt Luffy and Izuku bodies to crisp since it thinks the boys are demons.

[Masterlist]

In a world where people can enhanced their bodies through breathing method...

or those who gains power through a deal with the fruits of the devil...

or simply born with quirks...

...this simple story starts with a day after school at the park;

I love Academy AU, this is a silly idea I thought of last night.

[Masterlist]

Them bonding over their tragic siblings.

Izuku accidentally called Tanjirou 'mom' that one time where Tanjirou is cooking and Izuku walks in like " that smells good, mom -- " and he freezes, takes a moment before collapsing on the floor sobbing and then rushes to call his bio mom to say how much he loves her and all.

Luffy watches Tanjirou training his hinokami kagura and the 'fire' illusion movement reminds him of Ace and when he is about to call out Tanjirou's name, he started with " hey, Ac -- " and catches himself in time by bitting his tongue so hard he bleeds a lot.

(Tanjirou worries a lot about them)

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🍉🍉🍉💕‼️

He’s like a cat, you feed him and he’s content.

Izuku + Kachaan and his emotional support turkey leg for the holidays ✨ 🍗