she/they, 27, I post mostly about aideku because they won’t leave my brain. I write them both pretty ooc (out of character), but I do it because it makes me happy, so if that’s something you don’t enjoy, this blog is not for you.
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Fadi Al-Sharif and family ($10,439/$62,500 goal)
Hayam Taha and family (€8,718/€30,000 goal)
Deyaa and family (€7,764/€20,000 goal)
Fatima Alshanti (kr5,085 SEK/kr150,000 goal)
Shahed Ghazi and family ($6,776 CAD/$94,838 goal)
Little Yusuf and family (€5,960/€85,000 goal)
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Abdulrahman Alshanti and family (kr137,402 SEK/kr350,000 goal)
Besan Almabhouh's family (€5,767/€25,000 goal)
Said Tanani and brothers (€30,935/€50,000 goal)
Donia Tanani and family (€67,538/€100,000 goal)
Hussein Shamiya, his pregnant wife, and son ($8,042/$40,000 goal)
Mohammed Shamia and family ($15,020/$35,000 goal)
Amro Bakr & kids Bakir and Tala (€1,772/€15,000 goal)
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Okay so good news: I finished my course early and now have more time to write
Not so bueno news: I want to delete most if not all of my fics I’ve posted on ao3 bc my mental health is in the toilet 😔🧍🏽♀️🤡🙂↕️🥲 this also includes all the fics I’ve posted anonymously
I’m probs going to do it soon but I thought I’d let you know first ✨
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Midoriya Izuku
Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is Bad at Feelings, Fluff
Summary:
Shouta asks Izuku to pretend to be his boyfriend to get his friends off his back about his non-existent love life — and ends up falling spectacularly, hopelessly in love instead.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Midoriya Izuku
Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is Bad at Feelings, Fluff
Summary:
Shouta asks Izuku to pretend to be his boyfriend to get his friends off his back about his non-existent love life — and ends up falling spectacularly, hopelessly in love instead.
Shouta’s just been hired to be the prince’s royal guard (no one really talks about the last one, but, from what he’d heard from staff when he’d asked around was that the poor bloke couldn’t handle the stress the beloved prince, Izuku, put him through. No one believes that though because Prince Izuku has the face of an angel and would surely do no wrong). His first meeting with the prince, however, was not at all smooth, nor, was he introduced to the supposedly sweet angel. You see, he was taking a stroll through the palace gardens to get a feel for the place. Pausing when he hears a rustle. He looks up and his eyes widen because someone has just fallen out of a tree and into his arms, he checks his grip is secure and is about to ask if they’re okay when he realises exactly who he’s holding. The bundle in his arms is the prince, there’s no doubt about it. The crown sitting sideways on his head is a dead giveaway.
Izuku’s been hired to be the media marketer for a famous hockey team, and each player on the team always offers him a hand to get across the ice to film videos of them practicing, messing about, dancing to popular songs, or doing their own version of popular trends on social media.
The first person to offer him help he’s noticed is Shouta Aizawa, who plays defence. Shouta always makes sure he’s got a tight and secure grip on his arm as he leads them back to the gate, or to wherever he needs to be on the ice. Shouta will also wrap an arm round his waist just in case something happens, for example, them falling accidentally. Shouta doesn’t want Izuku to get hurt, so, he’s prepared to cushion his fall (it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he’s got a crush on the man and thinks is unattainable, so, he settles for brief contact they share.). Izuku doesn’t say anything about it, however, is confused because Shouta’s so steady on the ice, and has never seen him fall and figures it’s highly unlikely for them to fall because he’s also seen the size of Shouta’s biceps and they’re nothing to laugh at so he knows he can take his weight in case he ever slips. He tries not to think about how much he likes feeling that strong arm round his waist or dwell on how much he enjoys being close to Shouta because that’d be highly inappropriate.
The Todoroki household was quiet at this hour, the kind of stillness that only settled over a home when everyone was deep in sleep. The hallways were dark, save for the dim glow of the kitchen light—a glow that should not have been there.
Enji Todoroki—Pro Hero Endeavor, number one in Japan, a symbol of strength and discipline—was a man who prided himself on vigilance. He was the kind of person who woke up at the slightest unfamiliar sound, always alert, always ready for a fight.
So when he woke to the distant sound of clinking dishes in his kitchen, his first instinct was intruder.
His second instinct was absolute fury, because what kind of fool would break into his home?
His third instinct, upon stepping into the kitchen and beholding the sight before him, was sheer, incomprehensible disbelief.
Sitting at his kitchen table, completely at ease, were two fully grown professional heroes—Izuku Midoriya, a.k.a. Pro Hero Deku, and Shouta Aizawa, a.k.a. Pro Hero Eraserhead.
They were eating cup noodles.
Not just any cup noodles—his cup noodles.
The expensive, imported, limited-edition, very hard to find premium noodles he kept stocked for himself.
Endeavor felt a vein in his forehead pulse dangerously.
Izuku looked up first, mid-slurp, his cheeks slightly puffed with noodles, like a guilty child caught sneaking snacks before dinner. His wide, green eyes flickered between Endeavor and his food, clearly calculating whether or not it was worth continuing to eat. Shouta, on the other hand, didn’t even flinch. He merely picked up his chopsticks, twirled them lazily between his fingers, and took another bite of his noodles, utterly unbothered by the outrageous situation.
Endeavor stood there, fists clenched, waiting for some kind of logical explanation.
None came.
“…What the hell are you two doing?” His voice was gruff with sleep, but the edge of barely contained irritation was unmistakable.
Izuku swallowed hastily and offered him a sheepish grin. “Uh. Eating?”
Endeavor narrowed his eyes. “In my house?”
Izuku blinked as if that was a strange thing to ask. “Yeah?”
Endeavor’s gaze slid to Aizawa, hoping for something, anything resembling common sense. He should have known better.
Shouta merely leaned back slightly in his chair, exuding the aura of a man who had no regrets whatsoever. “You had good ramen.”
“That is not an explanation.”
“I mean, it kind of is,” Izuku chimed in, shifting slightly in his seat.
Endeavor took a deep, steadying breath through his nose. “How did you even get in?”
Shouta finally looked at him, his tired eyes half-lidded, before slurping another bite of noodles. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Endeavor would like to know. He needed to know. Because somehow, in the dead of night, these two menaces had infiltrated his very secure home without triggering a single alarm.
“You’re telling me,” he ground out, forcing every ounce of restraint he had into his voice, “that two fully grown Pro Heroes—who each have their own homes—broke into my house at three in the morning just to steal my goddamn noodles?”
Izuku shifted uncomfortably. “Well. Not broke in, exactly—”
“You don’t live here,” Endeavor snapped.
Shouta made a lazy gesture with his chopsticks. “It was easier than going to the store.”
There were so many things wrong with that statement that Endeavor didn’t even know where to start.
Instead, he just stared at them, his mind caught between unfiltered rage and complete and utter exhaustion. These were two of the most dangerous, competent Pro Heroes in Japan—Deku, the Symbol of Hope, and Eraserhead, one of the most feared underground heroes.
And yet.
And yet.
This was how they chose to use their skills? Breaking and entering for fucking noodles?
Endeavor was tired.
He was so very tired.
“…I’m going back to bed,” he muttered at last, his voice devoid of energy.
Izuku blinked. “Wait, you’re just—?”
“I don’t care anymore,” Endeavor grumbled, already turning on his heel and stomping toward the hallway. “Do whatever the hell you want.”
As soon as he was gone, Izuku turned to Shouta, eyes wide with astonishment. “See? I told you it’d be fine.”
Shouta hummed, unimpressed, still stirring his noodles. “We should take some extra for later before he changes his mind.”
Izuku grinned, already reaching for another cup. “Already on it.”
Izuku can’t even look at Shouta, the shakiness in his voice betrays how scared he is, although, his body language gives nothing away. It’s only because Shouta knows him so well, and can read him like the back of his hand that he can tell when Izuku’s pretending like everything’s fine when it’s not, something could be going horribly wrong, but, he’ll never admit it to it.
“I mean it.” He grabs Izuku’s hands, looking painfully earnest as he says, “I’m always sincere with you. I swear with all my heart.” He waits for Izuku eyes to meet his and can’t help but smile, feeling it grow wider when he sees a wobbly smile grow on Izuku’s face.
Raising a dragon hatchling was nothing like anything Izuku had experienced before.
It was chaotic.
It was exhausting.
It was also the most beautiful thing in the world.
Every single moment of their child’s life was filled with something new—new discoveries, new trouble, and new reasons for Shouta to stress himself into an early grave.
And Izuku?
Well.
He had never loved anything more.
{
“Shouta, I think they’re eating a rock.”
“What?!”
Shouta immediately turned from where he had been cleaning his claws, his golden eyes locking onto their hatchling—who, indeed, was chewing on a large rock.
Izuku blinked. “Oh, never mind. They spat it out.”
Shouta groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “They’re going to kill me.”
Izuku grinned, watching as their child, completely unbothered, pounced on a butterfly. “You’re the one who said you wanted to be a parent.”
Shouta sighed. “I didn’t realize parenting involved stopping them from eating the environment.”
Izuku chuckled, shaking his head. “They’ll be fine.”
Shouta gave him a look. “You say that now, but in ten minutes, they’re going to find something else to put in their mouth.”
Izuku glanced back at their child—who was now trying to swallow a fistful of dirt.
He sighed. “…Okay, maybe you have a point.”
Shouta groaned again.
{
Their hatchling had been growing fast.
Too fast.
Their little wings had strengthened, their legs becoming steadier, their teeth sharper.
And one day, after weeks of watching their parents hunt, they decided—
“I wanna hunt too!”
Izuku immediately beamed. “That’s great! You can—”
“Absolutely not,” Shouta interrupted, crossing his arms. “Too dangerous.”
Izuku rolled his eyes. “Shouta, they need to learn eventually.”
“Not yet.”
“They’re literally a dragon.”
“They are a baby dragon.”
Their child huffed, puffing up indignantly. “I’m not a baby!”
Shouta gave them a look. “You still trip over your own tail.”
Their hatchling growled, flaring their tiny wings. “That was one time.”
“It was yesterday.”
Izuku smothered a laugh, nudging Shouta. “C’mon, we can go with them. We won’t let them get hurt.”
Shouta exhaled through his nose, clearly unhappy but outnumbered.
“Fine.”
Their child immediately let out an excited chirp, bouncing in place. “I’m gonna catch the biggest prey!”
Izuku grinned, ruffling their hair. “I believe in you.”
Shouta sighed. “This is going to be a disaster.”
It was.
Their hatchling tried their best, really.
But their idea of ‘hunting’ was jumping onto a deer’s back and clinging to it while it ran in circles, screaming.
Izuku wheeze-laughed.
Shouta sighed so hard it could have knocked down a tree.
“Get them off,” he grumbled.
Izuku, still laughing, gently swooped in and plucked their hatchling off the deer, who immediately bolted into the trees.
Their child pouted. “I almost had it!”
“Sure you did, love,” Izuku chuckled, pressing a kiss to their forehead. “Maybe next time.”
Shouta just shook his head, already regretting his life choices.
{
As time passed, something changed in Izuku.
He had been terribly protective in the beginning—territorial, restless, guarding their child and Shouta like a dragon hoarding treasure.
But after weeks of adjusting, his protectiveness became something else.
Something feral.
Something their child inherited.
It started with small things—Izuku casually baring his teeth at a bird that got too close, flaring his wings at a passing fox, snarling when Shouta tried to move their nest around.
And their hatchling?
They copied everything.
One day, Shouta walked into the den and found them both crouched over their food, growling at nothing, tails lashing.
He blinked. “…What are you two doing?”
“Guarding our food,” Izuku answered seriously.
Their hatchling nodded. “From enemies.”
Shouta stared at them. “There are no enemies.”
Izuku huffed. “That’s what they want you to think.”
Their child hissed for extra emphasis.
Shouta sighed. “You’re both ridiculous.”
Izuku smirked, tilting his head. “You like it.”
Shouta’s eye twitched. “I tolerate it.”
Their child giggled, clearly enjoying their parents’ dynamic. “Papa likes it when Daddy is wild!”
Izuku laughed. “See? They get it.”
Shouta pinched the bridge of his nose. “I am so tired.”
{
Shouta was graceful.
He was elegant in battle, smooth in flight, and effortlessly precise in everything he did.
Which was why it was so funny when he tripped.
It didn’t happen often.
But when it did—
Izuku and their hatchling lost it.
The first time, it had been a simple misstep.
Shouta had landed after a long flight, only to trip on a random branch, his usually graceful composure shattering as he face-planted into the ground.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then—
Izuku wheezed.
Their hatchling cackled.
Shouta slowly lifted his head, his expression murderous as he spat out dirt.
“You two are not allowed to laugh,” he grumbled.
Izuku fell over, clutching his stomach, his shoulders shaking. “I—Shouta— your face—*”
Their child rolled on the ground, kicking their little legs. “Papa fell! Papa fell!”
Shouta groaned, rubbing his face. “You’re both horrible.”
“We love you,” Izuku wheezed, reaching over to pat his mate’s head. “So much.”
Shouta grumbled, but his golden eyes softened as Izuku kissed him, his laughter still warm against his lips.
And even years later, every time Shouta tripped or stumbled, Izuku and their child never let him forget it.
“I swear to the gods,” Shouta muttered one evening after another tragic misstep, “I am going to set both of you on fire.”
“No, you won’t,” Izuku grinned, pressing a kiss to Shouta’s cheek.
“Nope!” their child chirped. “‘Cause you love us!”
Shouta sighed dramatically, pulling them both into a tight embrace.
“Unfortunately,” he muttered.
Izuku laughed, burying his face against his mate’s shoulder.
Consider Izuku kissing Shouta’s face every morning because he loves seeing Shouta lean into the affection and wake up with the cutest scrunched up look on his face with a half smile/smirk that Izuku will give kisses to until there’s a full blown smile in sight. EXCEPT. Shouta’s hair has grown so long it covers his face when he’s sleeping, and because there’s thickets of it, Izuku is unable to find Shouta’s face sometimes, and can’t wake him up with kisses. He doesn’t think Shouta notices until the man confronts him about it, pouting because he thinks Izuku doesn’t love him anymore.
“If I had to go, I'd like to go out just as beautifully.”
There are fireworks going on in the background, Shouta can barely focus on them. He’s too focused on looking at Izuku’s face. There’s a peculiar expression that Shouta can’t decipher, but it almost seemed as if Izuku looked to be at peace when talking about potentially dying. Which has Shouta despairing because he knows that if he ever lost Izuku it’d destroy him. So he says the first thing that comes to mind.
Shouta heaves a tired sigh when he rolls over in bed expecting to cuddle into a warm body and feeling the space empty. He grumpily gets out of bed, muttering under his breath how it’s not the same when Izuku’s with him and that his boyfriend better not be on his laptop working or there would be consequences. He spots light coming from the living room and frowns as soon as he turns the corner. Izuku’s slouching on a chair with the laptop in front of him, he looks utterly exhausted. Shouta walks over and before Izuku looks up, he gently closes the laptop making sure Izuku’s fingers don’t get caught and takes it off of him to place on the table in front of him.
“C’mon. Time for bed.”
“But I still have to-“
“Nope.”
“But-“
“No. You’ve got 3 seconds before I throw you over my shoulder.” Izuku knows deep down Shouta’s a man of his word and when he says he’ll do something, nothing gets in his ways, but, wants to test it just a little.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
Both their eyes are narrowed at each other, Izuku makes no move to get up and Shouta doesn’t bother to count out loud, nor does he hesitate to grab Izuku and fling him over his shoulder ignoring the shriek, he holds his thighs down to ensure he’s holding him securely and takes a giggling Izuku to bed.
Y’know the lyric: “I’ve got my mind on you” from the song ‘Say Yes To Heaven’ by Lana Del Rey? Imagine Shouta thinking of Izuku as the prettiest and loveliest person he’s ever laid his eyes on while Izuku’s doing the simplest of tasks, and if he was asked what perfection was he’d point and say it’d be Izuku.
