I actually play no games 🙏 low-key I want to get into videogames I might start w uhh Fallout 2 or Baldurs Gate- the one where you can make your own character
these are the fic I wanna update/rewrite, or one shots I need to write:
BNHA
Simply Tomfoolery. (Immortal!Reader)
You were born some time a thousand years ago; you can't say for sure. It's easy to lose track of time when imprisoned behind bars. Buildings decay, they transfer you somewhere else, people die, they replace them, but you are still here, despite it all. But that's all about to change; you've served your time (for a crime you didn't even commit, mind you), but now it's time to unleash a beast long forgotten on a world utterly foreign to what used to be. You've been on good behaviour after all. (GN!Reader)
Versatile! (General studies!Reader)
You're just the average student, perhaps even a little above average. You did get into U.A after all. [Starts at the sports festival arc. Reader will later join class 1-A, but first, shenanigans ensue.] (GN!Reader)
Name Undecided
College AU, football player!Bakugo x mascot! Midoriya
The Maze Runner
My Brother's Keeper (M!Reader)
One of the first three to ever enter The Glade, you're the brains behind Alby's brawn and Newt's balance. With new threats on the horizon threatening to upset two years of peace, your abilities are put to the test. Will your status as the most intelligent and wise, a father figure to some of the youngest kids, hold or will you fail to protect the people you've vowed to save?
The 100
The Extra One (GN!Reader)
You're apart of The 100- well, the 101 now. The odd one out, like always. Trust you to be the wild card, the anarchist, the feral one. What can you say? You grew up on rations and recycled air, anyone's bound to go crazy.
Divergent
The Younger Eaton (m!oc insert)
Marcus Eaton was the father of two boys, all of them seemingly by-the-book Abnegations. It's only when his oldest son transfers factions that Marcus questions the real motivations of his youngest. His youngest, Judas Eaton, is everything his father despises and Judas likes it that way.
Lord Of the Rings
Fanghorn's Creatures (Fae!Reader)
The Lord of the Rings The Fellowship of the Ring Like the orcs, the fae were once elves. Shadows and underground dwelling had transformed their fair skin dark, and the delicate teeth and nails used once for plucking harps and eating soft fruit, lengthened and sharpened with the consumption of hard meats and the perpetual hunt. You, child of the fae, spawn of your lord-father, care not for the isolationism of your elders. With a looming threat at Fanghorn's boundaries, overwhelming even your people's most skilled hunters, you're forced to ask for help.
For the first time in thousands of years, a fae will leave their domain, answering a summons to the order of light. (GN!reader)
Born Days (Tenth Walker AU)
One moment he's riding across the sweltering red-dust planes of the West and the next, he's in the middle of a forest where the trees whisper of war. Still, his soul beckons him to adventure. //My take on the 'Modern Girl Falls Into Middle Earth' trope, except he's not from an entirely modern time nor is he a girl. He's a gun-slinging Westerner.
DC
The Cracked Leather of Your Boots (m!reader x Dick Grayson)
DCU Batman Reader Dick Grayson Batfamily Dick Grayson is ready to give up, until he meets you. (Zombie Apocalypse AU!, follows no canon + I am a casual enjoyer of DC so if this is ooc uhh sue me)
You're Painting My Mind Orange (GN!Reader x Dick Grayson)
You, on purpose or not, are torturing Dick Grayson and he doesn't know how to handle it. (Forensic Scientist!reader x Detective! Dick Grayson) + Follows no canon
Pest Control (Spider Person!Reader x Jason Todd)
Jason just wants to go to bed instead he has to deal with a spider. (GN!reader)
|||| -> let me know if there's anything you guys wanna see specifically!!
Wrote the start of an immortal gn!reader MHA fic, where they're gonna like hopelessly pine after Aizawa but they're stuck looking 16 so no one is into them.
Had the weirdest dream last night w Bakugo and Deku but it was a college AU and Bakugo was on the football team while Deku was the mascot (a big green bunny btw). I'm having thoughts for a oneshot, is this divine inspiration ?
[You're just the average student, perhaps even a little above average. You did get into U.A after all.]
MONDAY
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The better part of your and Tokoyami's day had been spent on the train because it turns out that Hawk's agency was a whole day's journey from U.A in Musutafu. You had listened to the entirety of your five-hour-long playlist: 'POV: You're Running Away From Zombies' with Dark Shadow (whom you happily discovered could speak, as broken and bizarre as it was), sharing earphones with the half-corporeal creature.
You'd even dozed off a couple of times, your cheek resting on the window pane, unaware of Dark Shadow grooving out next to you. Tokoyami had finished his book at this point and was just watching his quirk with mild disappointment as it attempted to do the moon walk with half-formed shadow feet.
By the time you'd reached your destination, the sun was setting, and the sky was darkening. Dark shadow playfully nips your ear to wake you, giggling when you startle awake. "We have arrived at last," Tokoyami informs your groggy self, standing up to retrieve both of your cases from the overhead racks.
You pack away your headphones and shrug on your coat, "Man, that took forever," You yawn and stretch. This stop also seemed to be the end of the line, as when you and Tokoyami stepped out to the slightly frigid evening air, you were among the very few who unboarded.
You squint at the quiet, unfamiliar area, the shadows in corners and crevices elongating with the dimming sun, "We're just asking to get jumped, aren't we?" Two young students with handfuls of luggage and not a person in sight, yeah... This was not a good look. Dark Shadow gives a thumbs up in agreement.
Just then, a big dark car pulls up. You, Tokoyami, and even Dark Shadow tense up. Not even five seconds alone in the wild and you're already getting kidnapped? You'll both be sold and probably diddled, you're a failure, sorry mom, sorry dad-.
The window rolls down slowly, the tension building with each second, and you first register the impassive driver in a standard black tux before the person in the passenger seat, Number Three Prohero: Hawks. You let out a sigh of relief, and Tokoyami, too, lets his shoulders fall.
"Heya, kiddos, long ride?" The hero smiles and gestures for you both to get in, "You guys feeling hungry? I know a great spot."
As reluctant as you were to sit back down after having been sitting for so many hours that your ass had gotten numb, you and Tokoyami clamber in, and the car starts again. You give your introduction and thanks alongside Tokoyami, because even if you aren't trying to be a hero, it'd be rude not to appreciate the time that Hawks was willing to spend on you two.
"Can I ask?" Tokoyami voices, "Why did you pick me for this internship? I understand choosing the victor," He glances at you, "But I did not even place on the podium."
"We're birds of a feather, aren't we?" Hawks looks back at him from the rear view mirror, lazily balancing a red feather on his finger.
"Is that supposed to be a joke?"
"Nope, I'm twenty per cent serious." You share a look with Tokoyami, so this guy was a jokester, huh? "Anyway, we're here, c'mon."
Dinner is actually very nice; it's a quaint little hotpot place. The evening might have been quite enjoyable if Hawks hadn't proceeded to make a third wheel out of you and Tokoyami. A very pretty girl with neon blue hair in a nice dress is already inside the restaurant to meet Hawks. While he spends most of the evening talking to her, you and Tokoyami are left to cook the vegetables and meat cuts in the Yuan Yang pot in the middle of the table.
You both share a disgusted look at the shameless flirting, but still, you can't complain too much; Hawks pays for the whole meal. You get back to the agency about ten at night and are shown to the accommodation area, where you both set up and promptly fall asleep.
TUESDAY
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The first official day of your internship starts with an early morning. At about half six in the morning, you and Tokoyami are woken up and shooed to the cafeteria to grab some breakfast with the other sidekicks who stay at the agency- they're either unable to commute because of the distance or are here from abroad due to a placement opportunity for hero experience.
Some of them give you both a friendly welcome and a good morning, making polite small talk, while others sip coffee and seem to be rueing the day that alarm clocks were made. You attempt to keep your tired eyes open and eat your nutritious and admittedly well-cooked meal of sunny-side eggs, boiled rice and some kind of grilled fish.
After breakfast, there is a short warmup with the other sidekicks (if waking up early and working out is what you're gonna be doing all week, you already want to go home), before you're dismissed until eight to get changed into your hero costumes and meet at the front atrium. That reminds you... You've yet to discover what has been altered about your costume design.
Your initial design had been incredibly simple, based on SWAT team uniforms, you'd illustrated a dark outfit made of bulletproof or heavy padded material: gloves, helmet, mask, cargo pants, vest, boots, shoulder and knee pads. Okay, maybe you'd gone a little overboard with the materials, but if you were being forced into regular combat, you just want full protection!
You'd been aiming for something that didn't gather much attention, something like Tokoyami's costume, you see the other clad in a dark cloak with simple cargo pants and a compression shirt underneath. "Nice look," You nod as you click open your case, bracing for the worst.
"Thank you, it allows me easy cover within the darkness." Tokoyami fastens the cloak properly, turning to look at you once you're dressed. "Your costume is what many could deem as... very cool."
Damn fucking right. You look over yourself in the mirror and spot some of your original elements remaining: the boots, gloves, and pants. What the support course had done, though, was make your costume less bulky to allow for more mobility. The vest idea had been replaced by a dark jacket, the design reminiscent of a leather biker jacket. Shoulder and knee pads had been built into the pants and jacket instead of layering on top.
The centre piece, however, was how the support course had replaced the helmet and mask with one dark, sleek helmet, like a motorcycle helmet (no doubt this whole biker look had been inspired by your performance at the sports festival, using your discs and platforms like hoverboards). Donning the headpiece, you were treated to the built-in night vision- right, you needed to send flowers to whoever made this suit- clearly their heart, soul and creativity went into this redesign of your embarrassingly sparse design.
Even if you didn't want to be a hero... You could admit, this part of it was very awesome. You flick open the tinted visor, sharp eyes now visible, and follow Tokoyami out to the main atrium. Dark Shadow circles around you and gives you an approving thumbs up on your costume. You give the shadow creature a bow of appreciation.
Hawks, clad in his hero costume, waiting for you by the entrance, lets out a low whistle when seeing you and Tokoyami, "Damn, a little dark for my tastes, but definitely cool. C'mon, we're going on patrol."
The quartet of sidekicks give you both nods of acknowledgement and some words of encouragement as you exit into the morning light. You barely get to take a breath before Hawks is launching into the air, taking off in flight. The sidekicks jump into motion, running after him.
"What the fuck?" You can't help but voice, Tokoyami likewise is startled but locks in, chasing after Hawks.
Ugh, yeah, no. Cardio at eight in the morning? You'd sooner shit in your hands and clap. You flick down your visor and summon a disc, hopping on, you zip forward and up. You keep your knees bent, one hand steadying yourself on the disc, unused to flying so fast and high.
You manage to catch up to Hawks eventually, and he grins at you, "Well, hello there- glad you could join us. Mornings are usually quiet; our first bit of action will probably be about noon."
You glance down at where Tokoyami is running with the other sidekicks. "Do you usually leave your entire team behind?" You call over the rushing wind, ignoring the swooping dip your stomach does when you follow Hawks under a bridge and back up.
"Uh huh," Hawks chuckles, wings spreading to slow himself down to fly beside you, "They mostly handle civilians, clean up- logistical stuff, yknow? I'm not known as the fastest flyer for nothing, but you're keeping up pretty well."
"You literally just had to slow down."
"Maybe. Or perhaps you should utilise different ways to fly with that quirk of yours. Ever thought of wings?" He spreads his own like a preening peacock, flying backwards to give you an easygoing smirk.
You blink, you hadn't really, not with discs and platforms being such an easy mana construct for basically the same function, and he takes your silence as an answer. "We have to change that, kiddo."
WEDNESDAY
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"Should I make each feather or just like, one big mass?"
It's the next day, and as promised, Hawks was attempting to teach you how to fly. "Uh... let's try just a solid mass first?" Truth be told, he has no idea what he's doing, but he's going to wing it, like always.
You concentrate, closing your eyes and tuning out the sounds of the city below the rooftop you're on. You picture the construct you wish to form. Wings... Wings like Hawks' but glowing orange with your mana. You imagine an angel of light or the blazing wings of a phoenix. The wings, you can almost feel them, spreading wide from your scapulas, extending out and out- wider and wider, to take flight.
Your mana stings your palms slightly, the foreign expenditure zapping more of your energy than the usual cost of your discs or whips. When you open your eyes, Hawks is watching you with deep interest, eyes focused on the sight behind you. You turn to find wings... Slightly different from what you imagined, maybe you shouldn't have considered more than one kind of wings, because now you're looking like a biblically accurate angel, but oh well, you have time later to perfect them.
"Damn..." Hawks mutters quietly, spreading his own wings, "Looking good, chick-a-dee."
"Chick-a-dee?" Your brows furrow.
"What would you prefer?" He grins. "Baby bird, little chick, chicken little-"
"None would be fine, thank you very much." You can't help but quip back, "Big bird."
Hawks laughs and, with a swoop of air, lifts off the rooftop and beats his wings to keep hovering off the ground. "You coming then, chick-a-dee?"
"I- uhm- sure, one second!" You take a second to study the movements that Hawks' wings make: the circular motion of the uppermost joint where the wing bends, the slight bend of the primary feathers against wind resistance as the wing beats, and the way the inner wing bends inwards more than the outer wing to keep flight.
You hop up, trying to will your wings to do the same and... Instantly fall flat on your face. "Ow..."
You glare up at Hawks, who is cackling at your misfortune. He touches back down onto the rooftop, "Wait, wait, let me show you how to lift off properly, you're not doing it right."
Once he's sure you're watching, he demonstrates for you a couple of times. His wings move differently than when he was just attempting to stay hovering in one place. The wings extend out more, straighter, there's less bend from the upper joint, and more of a combined effort from the inner and outer wing to lift off before the movement you saw before takes over to keep him in the air.
"Okay, I think I've got it!" You scrunch your nose, focusing on the process of movements, your wings flap, scattering dust away from you, before you feel yourself lift. "Holy shit!" You can't help but voice and almost drop down again because you lost concentration.
You steady yourself and peer up at Hawks excitedly, "I'm doing it!"
"You're doing it!" He laughs, your excitement rubbing off on him, and he begins to move away from the rooftop. "C'mon, you wanna go for a wander?"
You attempt to follow him, focusing on the movement of his wings, but it's slowly getting harder to do so, energy zapping away quickly from the new use of mana. You barely have time to brace yourself before your wings give in and evaporate into shimmering dust.
"Shit!" You scrape up your arm trying to grip onto the edge of the rooftop. Your fingers can't catch anything, and you find yourself free-falling down the side of the skyscraper. You're actually gonna die! Windows and windows flash pass you as you plummet. You're sure you pass a boardroom of office workers who barely register your falling figure before you're gone.
"Gotcha, kiddo!" Hawks' strong arms wrap around you, "You're not dying on me, that's way too much paperwork." His wings spread and safely glide you both to a lower rooftop, where he sets you down.
You almost kiss the ground in relief once you're back down. After a nasty combination of whiplash and some minor scrapes, you're dismissed for the rest of the day. Tokoyami is already waiting in your accommodations when you get back, your arm bandaged up and rubbing your sore neck.
"Hey, Tokoyami," You yawn sleepily, collapsing onto your bunk.
"You're injured," Tokoyami says as he sets down his comb and Dark Shadow hovers over to you, rubbing its beak against your cheek. You pet the shadow creature in return.
"Yeah, fell about eight stories down a sixteen-story building, so just the usual. How about you? What have you been doing today?"
"We've been practising flying," Dark Shadow says in his oddly cute, guttural tone before Tokoyami can even get a word out. Evidently, the creature is very proud of what they've been doing with their day.
"Oh yeah?" You smile tiredly, "At least some of us managed to stay off the ground then, huh?"
Tokoyami nods, a slightly proud gleam in his eyes, "It is difficult, but with time we will both become masters of flight-"
DING! Both your phones receive notifications at the same time. Being too tired to reach over to your nightstand, you wait for Tokoyami to say what it is. "It's from the Class 1-A group chat... Midoriya just sent his location, and that's it. He's somewhere in Hosu city."
"Damn, he's booty calling in the middle of internships, that's crazy." You say blandly.
Tokoyami splutters, "I doubt that's the reason."
"Whatever it is, we're too far to do much besides maybe call the police for him. Ask for a Welfare check or something if you're really worried." You bring your covers up, tucking in.
Dark Shadow snuggles in beside you, something the creature had taken to doing, and you didn't mind at all, holding the creature to sleep like a cuddly toy- Tokoyami allowed this as it seemed being held kept the shadow creature from becoming uncontrollable during the night.
Standing up to make the call outside the room, Tokoyami acknowledges the practical advice. "That would be the wisest course of action, I suppose I shall. It's highly suspect for Midoriya to send a location without any other message."
You hum in agreement and close your eyes, half asleep already.
THURSDAY
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Midoriya's message was indeed not a booty call to his entire class. As you and Tokoyami learn from the news the next morning, there was a big attack in Hosu city, where the hero killer: Stain, had attacked a pro-hero and three high school students- Midoriya being one of them. Endeavour eventually apprehended the hero killer, and it's even suspected that The League of Villains (basic ass name) had something to do with the events of last night.
It sets an uneasy tone for patrol with Hawks that day; there are few disturbances, and the streets are also unusually quiet. Absent are the kids that play in the park, and empty are the cafes and restaurants. You'd make some jokes about the place turning into a ghost town overnight if everything wasn't slightly freaking you out.
Near the end of the day, you hear snippets about Stain from the Hawks' sidekicks, about how a video of him and his ideology is illegally circulating on the internet- reposted before it can even be flagged and taken down fully. The shared belief is that video will probably inspire similar people to take up arms against heroes.
You're intimately familiar with the growing distrustful sentiment towards heroes, how the goodwill of their actions is being called into question- too many times you've read about civil matters being exacerbated into violent confrontations for the sake of media coverage and image, you have to admit to yourself, Stain's agenda will probably resonate with a lot of netizens.
After dinner with Hawks (and a pretty girl different from the one from earlier that week- was Hawks two-timing these ladies, maybe they're just friends? You and Tokoyami keep your questions to yourselves and your mouths shut and full of the delicious, expensive ramen for now), you retire to your bunk alongside Tokoyami.
He doesn't pick up his book of Edgar Allen Poe's poetry tonight and instead chooses to face you as he lies down, watching you pet Dark Shadow to sleep. "What... What do you think of Stain?" Tokoyami voices quietly, "I know you wish not to pursue heroics... do you agree with his philosophies?"
You hum in consideration, fingertips running through Dark Shadow's half-coporeal feathers, "Partly, I suppose. There is a gross inconsideration for people's rights and decency in pursuit of fame, villain- criminal- whatever you call them, it's still innocent until proven guilty, and a lot of heroes just... don't seem to care about proper judicial process."
Tokoyami nods slightly, agreeing with your words. You continue, "I don't agree with killing heroes, though; that doesn't solve anything. It's a fundamental issue with the system, especially the whole ranking thing, which promotes reckless behaviour. But the people who have the power to change the system won't because it's infinitely more profitable to them to let it remain as is. Y'know how many hero agencies are actually owned by private equity?"
"uh- no, how many?"
"A shit ton. We don't even know how much because, legally, they don't even have to disclose it." You sigh. "It's all capitalism, baby."
"Hm... So what do you think should happen to the hero system?" Tokoyami asks, genuinely intrigued by your stance- his class of aspiring heroes seldom indulge in such realistic talks about heroics and the actual culture surrounding it. They have rose-tinted views of heroics, about how they'll be able to save everyone, take down villains or how much fame and glory they'll have once they finally get to become fully fledged pro heroes. You have none of these views; in fact, you reminded him slightly of Aizawa with his no-bullshit view.
"Brother," you chuckle tiredly, "If I got into this now, we'll be up all night. I could write a thesis on this."
Tokoyami huffs in slight amusement, "I see, let us rest and perhaps we'll talk more of this in the morning?"
"I'd like that." You know what? Maybe Tokoyami wasn't too bad of a guy. Sure, his tastes were leaning towards the dark and gothic, but he had more common sense than the average teenage boy. His quirk certainly is also pretty cool. You snuggle closer with Dark Shadow as sleep overtakes you.
FRIDAY
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Friday had started off better than Thursday, for one, the public seemed finally back on their feet and ready to face the world: villain attacks, scary hero killers and all. You and Tokoyami had more to do on patrol with Hawks and his sidekicks than yesterday, especially now that Tokoyami had gotten the hang of using Dark Shadow to fly, he was able to keep up with you and Hawks.
Your smile is hidden by your hero costume's helmet, but the excited wave you give Tokoyami when he catches up is clear enough that you're as happy as he is with the development. For now, you were sticking to your disc-made hoverboard; your wings needed more practise if you wanted to use them regularly. It would be worth it, though, because one, they're really cool, two, they allow more controlled manoeuvrability than discs and three, they could double as a shield or a weapon in combat.
The team stops for lunch (again, Hawks is entertaining some different pretty girl- you and Tokoyami have to both restrain dark shadow from opening its beak and asking 'Was this side chick number three?'), and afterwards you continue with the other half of the patrol. You and Tokoyami are airborne and tailing Hawks when the prohero seems to spot something, he dips down suddenly into a shadowed alley.
Both of you land a safe distance behind Hawks as he had taught you to do, and evaluate the level of threat he was facing. In front of Hawks is... a naked man? You don't even have a second to react before the sparsely dressed man lunges onto Hawks, laughing. Luckily, your expression is hidden by your helmet. Tokoyami's beak, on the other hand, drops open in shock.
"Uh- Hawks?" You splutter, waiting for a command on how to approach or what to do.
Hawks tries shoving the guy off, face contorting with horror and disgust, "Dude! Get off- Birdies, a little help here!"
You and Tokoyami rush forward, trying to pull the man off Hawks, but the naked man backhands Tokoyami- sending the boy hurtling away. You barely manage to erect a shield, which the man's fist slams into.
Holy shit, how powerful was this guy that he could fight off three people at once, one of them being the number three pro hero?
"You dastardly villain of public indecency!" Tokoyami grunts out, pushing himself up and raising his hand, directing Dark Shadow to attack alongside Hawks, who is trying to get the naked man in a headlock and failing.
"Ooh, don't say public indecency, you'll excite me..." The naked man giggles.
His excitement seems to give him even more strength because even with the combined effort of Hawks, Dark Shadow, and you forming your mana into tendrils to restrain his arms, the man manages to shatter your mana, land a solid uppercut on Hawks, and grab Dark Shadow by the throat- throttling the shadow creature. What the hell was this guy's quirk?!
Hawks' sidekicks finally catch up and launch into the fight, "Oh, more people! Hello, more people! More eyes seeing me... oh, it excites me so!" The naked man shivers with glee and, one by one, hands the sidekick's asses to them.
Hawks isn't smiling or joking anymore and gestures for you and Tokoyami to get out of the fight; you don't disobey- the adults can handle this. You help Tokoyami up and to a hidden spot behind a dumpster, summoning a shield to keep you both safe.
It's immediately proven that the adults can't handle this- a sidekick lands in front of you, thrown by the naked man, and they try to crawl towards you and Tokoyami, "Help..!"
They're dragged backwards before you or Tokoyami can pull them to safety, and you hear their screams grow distant. Holy fucking shit. The sounds of fighting grow louder- guns have started going off?! Dark Shadow clutches both you and Tokoyami closer, and you keep your shield steady, even erecting a double layer.
Your jaws drop open as a full-on SWAT team runs past toward the fray- screams are heard, orders yelled and disregarded- "Pull back, pull back!" Very few make it back the way they came. A tank rolls by, men in military gear swarming into the alley- what the fuck, this naked guy was a goddamn national fucking threat- they have the army up in this bitch!
"That's right, Hawks!" You can hear the naked man laugh, "Every time I get more excited... I get more powerful... and what excites me is public idecenecy! So many, there are so many eyes on me! I win, hero, I can't lose-" A helicopter from above shoots a missile at the guy.
Trash cans, cars, people, and guns go flying away from the explosion, and when you gather enough courage to peek around the dumpster, you find the villain unconscious. The heroes rush in to detain the guy, to get him into some clothes and quirk suppressant cuffs.
Tokoyami is shaking beside you, and you rub his back comfortingly, letting down your shield now that the danger has passed. "Well, uh, I guess you write about this experience on your CV?"
THE WEEKEND
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"-last night, a major attack from a powerful villain. Twenty-seven of the closest police agencies were urgently summoned to Fukuoka City, Kyushu; the Japanese army also had to be called. Locals from the scene describe hearing screams and gunfire starting at around seven last evening, which progressively became more violent until an actual missile had to be employed to retain the villain. First on the scene happened to be Number three pro hero Hawks and two high school student interns, sources say that the high schoolers remained unharmed due to Hawks' instructions, the pro hero-"
"Gah, can somebody turn this off?" Hawks groans, unable to reach for the remote with both arms wrapped in casts.
Last night had been a blur of paramedics, press interviews and searching for Hawks' sidekicks who had been scattered around the city during the fight. Most were off today as a result, recovering from injuries- both you and Tokoyami had also insisted that Hawks take it easy today as well, but the man had decided to come in regardless.
"C'mon, you're going home tomorrow, and I've still got stuff to teach you." You share an uneasy glance before following Hawks out of the agency clad in your hero gear. "Listen, birdies, saving people- apprehending villains- it doesn't mean anything if you can't inspire a feeling of safety from the public. That comes from actually talking, connecting to the average person; they need to know you'll be there to help. Sometimes, all people need to save them from a bad situation is someone to talk to."
You nod, acknowledging the wise words. Hawks turns to you both, "So, how are you with public speaking?"
You shrug, "I can do it, used to be on the debate team- public speaking is a given."
Tokoyami, however, scratches the back of his neck, admitting quietly, "It is not my strong suit."
Dark Shadow mutters, "Pussy."
"Shut up, Dark Shadow."
"That's gonna change today, Tokoyami."Hawks smiles, "See those students over there?" He points out a group of high school girls around your guy's age. "I want you to simply greet them and ask how their day is going, simple stuff, just casual. Do try to straighten your back, hunching like that is gonna give the impression that you're scared of them."
"I am scared of them."
"Well... pretend you're not." Hawks shooes Tokoyami away, and you and Hawks hide behind the street corner to watch Tokoyami attempt to socialise.
Tokoyami approaches the girls who pause their conversation at the new arrival, one of them lowers her boba drink she was sipping on and asks, "Uhm, can I help you?"
"Uhh- I- Mah- You- today?" is Tokoyami's incredibly articulate response; you face-palm. The girls blink, confused, and Tokoyami instantly turns around and abandons the idea of socialising. He stands in front of you and Hawks, "I cannot do it."
"Evidently," Hawks gives a tired chuckle, "Don't worry about it, little bird. Let's just get dinner."
Your last dinner together to commemorate your internship with Hawks is at a very nice Persian place. The food is amazing, the starters, mains and drinks are perfect, and it'd be the best dinner you've had in a while if... Hawks, yet again, wasn't shamelessly flirting over dinner with some pretty girl- wait, guy? Hawks' dinner partner for tonight was some pretty guy; you and Tokoyami are too surprised by the development to call out Hawks' whorish ways.
Satisfied with dinner, sleep comes easily. The next day is a bit of a halubaloo with breakfast and then packing to get out in time to the early train, you and Tokoyami give thanks and say goodbye to Hawks, who exchanges numbers with both you, with a declaration of 'If you're ever looking for a future agency to join, just call me, little birdies.'
You had a great time, actually, certainly learned something, experienced war, got a potential future gig lined up, made a new friend, and honed your mana abilities. All in all, this internship was worth it.
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im going to admit i know nothing about hawks so if this is horrendously ooc then uh... kill me or smth. Also this chapter actually took forever to write, i had no idea what our mc was supposed to do😭
Fuck My Big Chungus Life (Leviathan x Angel!Reader)
Part One
This one's for you, Levisotakugf teehee, your user inspired me
Dynamics: Leviathan x GN!reader, demon x angel
Content: At Diavolo's retreat, Leviathan meets you for the first time. One sided (at first) pining/crush. Also, reader isn't MC also they're like... Quite physically fit because angel duh. eventual smut in like part two?
Word Count: 1165
Another year at RAD, another year of exchange students from the celestial and human realm. Leviathan paid them no heed outside what was required to keep their resident human, MC, alive. That human had an extraordinary talent for getting themselves into the most foolish shenanigans and precarious situations.
Still, as the year progressed they proved themselves worthy enough to be considered the Henry to Leviathan's Third Lord. Normally, he couldn't care less about friendships, as evident by the fact that he had no friends outside of his video games, manga, and figurines in his room. Who needed normie friends anyway when he had Ruri-Chan to keep him company?
But MC had managed the impossible: befriending him, thanks to their social butterfly nature. They had the capacity to be so friendly that it was actually draining for him to watch. He had always been an introvert, even back during his and his brothers' days in the celestial realm. So when news came about that the brothers, MC, Solomon and the celestial realm transfers had all been invited to Diavolo's castle for a 'fun' weekend getaway, Leviathan felt a cold shiver of dread overcome him.
Being forced to forgo his precious Ruri-Chan figurines was the tipping point that really put him in a sulky mood for their arrival at the castle. They're greeted by Diavolo's bright smile and open arms, "Well, good morning. I must say, I couldn't wait for you to arrive!"
Barbatos gives the gathered company a courteous bow, "Welcome to the Demon Lord's Castle. It's a pleasure to have you here."
Leviathan side-eyes Lucifer whose usual scowl is gone and in its place is a little smile, he was already happy just being in Diavolo's presence... Gah, normies, they're so obvious. "Good morning, Diavolo. And you too, Barbatos. Well, it seems that neither Solomon nor the angels have arrived yet, have they?"
Mammon has the lack of brain cells to voice aloud what Leviathan had been internally thinking, "Man, now that's just shameless. Listen to you pretendin' like you didn't hurry over here, all frantic to make it to Lord Diavolo before Solomon and the angels could."
Lucifer's smile fixes to his face but his eyes are cold, "Hm? Did you say something Mammon?"
Mammon yelps, "D'AAAAAH OW OW OW! My foot! You're steppin' on MY FOOT, Lucifer! ... Lucifer sir!" Leviathan just sighs watching MC pat Mammon's shoulder in sympathy. This was already too much socialising for Leviathan's taste.
Diavolo simply chuckles, "Well, Lucifer, Mammon, I see that you two are getting along swimmingly as usual."
"At least Mammon is predictable. No matter what, you can always count on him to act stupid..." Asmodeus hums and checks over his nails, his voice sugar sweet in comparison to his sharp words.
Satan nods. "Yeah. It's embarrassing to think that Solomon and the angels are about to get a front row seat to all of Mammon's idiocy."
Barbatos the ever dutiful butler clears his throat, directing the group's attention to the door. "Ah, speaking of our other guests, they've just arrived."
Leviathan glances over at the newcomers and has to do a double-take when he sees you because... damn! He notices that some of his brothers also take note of you standing beside Solomon, Simeon and Luke.
He wasn't aware they still made types like you up there, a smouldering intense beauty, similar to Lucifer before he fell if Leviathan had to make a comparison. You must be a newer angel because your name isn't one he recognises when you're introduced. Luke clutches at your hand like a clingy little brother which you indulge with a benevolent smile, it seems like the two of you are inseparable. It's probably the reason for the three exchange students rather than the usual two.
You're clad in the traditional white and black clothes of the angels. Like Simeon, your sculpted back and shoulders are partially exposed by the teasing halter style neckline of your black shirt which clings to every toned ridge, your white overcoat drapes over your sizeable biceps. What was Michael playing at, making the angels under his guidance dress like that- was he trying to tempt people to sin?!
Leviathan looks away, trying to just fade into the background, silent and not make how much of a loser he is blatantly clear to the pretty angels (minus Luke who's an annoying chihuahua.)
Diavolo redirects the conversation from Luke's guilt about almost getting MC attacked and killed by Lucifer by saying, "All right, then. Now that we're all here, perhaps we should go ahead and explain how this retreat is going to work."
Barbatos nods, "Certainly, My Lord." He clasps his gloved hands together. "The aim of this retreat is for demons, angels, and humans to intermingle so that each may gain a better understanding of the other."
Well, Leviathan would certainly not mind getting a better understanding of you... And your body... And your lips too- Gah! What the hell is he thinking?? He hopes his blush isn't obvious as he looks away from everyone. One second he's meeting a pretty angel and now he's thinking like a normie! How lame! It's not like he even has a chance, he's a gross otaku and he's pretty sure angels are celibate.
Mammon grins, stupidly as ever, as he wraps an arm around MC's shoulders, "Well, as we're stayin' the night, I say the best way to intermingle is by havin' a pillow fight!"
Barbatos ignores him. "Now then, I'll begin by explaining what we have planned for each day of the retreat."
"Wha..." Mammon huffs, "So you're just gonna ignore me?!" MC chuckles a little at Mammon's plight.
Leviathan on the other hand isn't shy about rubbing salt into the wound by laughing loudly, "ROFLLLLLL LOLLL." Mammon just got aired, big time, in front of everyone. Leviathan is allowed to laugh at his annoying big brother's misfortune.
The rest of the details of the retreat's itinerary are explained, the tour of the castle being on the agenda for the rest of today and finally, the room arrangements are given by Barbatos, and Leviathan finds out he's rooming with you... And of course, Luke and Beelzebub, two annoying little brothers to deal with.
Beelzebub starts fidgeting with his bag, "Ooh, what's this? Looks yummy..."
Leviathan's brows furrow and he smacks Beel's hands away, "Hey! That's a FIGURINE! It's Ruri-chan's pet Peetie the Pancake! It's NOT edible!"
Luke mumbles to you, "I have a really, really bad feeling about this..." To which you just shake your head and giggle softly, a light melodious sound that juxtaposes the intensity of your looks. Luke pouts but holds your hand tighter.
You're just the average student, perhaps even a little above average. You did get into U.A after all.
Lunchtime! Finally, while you might've been inclined to get to know your new classmates a little bit more, you wanted to see your old class 1-C. You take your lunchbox, trying not to think about how your calf muscles are still trembling from your exercise session with All Might, and pass through the hero course corridors to the other building for general, support, and business studies.
"You're here!" Mio Tanaka gasps when you slide open the large 1-C door. Cementoss, your old homeroom teacher, gives a cool nod of acknowledgement and a wave, allowing you to enter since no classes are in session at the moment.
Your peers are instantly out of their seats, crowding you with words of praise and congratulations, "Thank you, thank you- but you all know how I feel about heroes..." There's a round of laughter, your English debate with Ren Suzuki about the benefits and costs of heroes was legendary- you'd fully wiped the floor with him with your passionate and informed stance against the current hero system.
Hiro Takahashi swings an arm around your shoulders, grinning easily, "It's just a matter of time until you're back here with us, huh?"
You nod with a chuckle, "Probably. I don't know- they're basically just offering me extra content on top of what I already want to do, which y'know doesn't hurt... but it's so much effort." You whine, "I haven't even had my break time nap today."
"You're so lucky, y'know?" Izumi Hayashi pokes your cheek, "And so lazy." You playfully pretend to try to bite her finger.
"Still, even you have to admit, personally training with the best must be cool?" Shinso finally speaks up, eyes narrowed, "We all saw you outside with All Might."
You swallow, a weird air stirring between you and the purple-haired male, "You guys.. uh, saw me?"
"Yeah, fully face planting after just two pushups," Ren clutches his stomach, his hyena-cackling breaking the tension.
You groan and cover your reddening face, squeaking out, "Shut up, it's hard for some people!"
Shinso's eyes soften slightly as he snorts, "Idiot."
"Come on, let's go to the canteen," Hiro guides you out, your friends and peers following you two out. You can feel Shinso's gaze on your back, and it makes you feel a sense of stomach-churning guilt. It could have been him in your place. Probably, it should've been.
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You're sent home that day with your list of potential agencies and a deadline for that Friday. Aizawa had also requested that you come up with a hero suit design, much to your immense displeasure. You stare at the sheet with the black outline of a body on your desk for a good hour before you're called down for dinner.
Your parents were very proud of you despite everything, your mother had particularly called all her siblings, friends, extended family, even the neighbour, to tell them about your excelling to the top class at U.A. Your father had remained more low-key, thank god, and framed this to you as an opportunity to stand out on your university and future job applications, the internships especially might also help develop some skills that might be invaluable too.
You nodded and sighed; you had no one to blame for all these grand expectations but yourself. Maybe you were being selfish and lazy, but glancing now at the poster hanging beside your desk, the requirements and curriculum for a law degree at your dream university- everything just seems like too much, too daunting. Just take it one day at a time, you remind yourself, one day at a time.
You pick up your pencil and begin putting together a costume, ignoring the tired stinging of your eyes.
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The following Monday, Aizawa is seeing your class off for their internships. Stood in the subway, your peers clutch U.A. brand briefcases with their hero costumes inside.
"Remember, you're not allowed to wear your costumes without the approval of your mentors. Don't lose them. You, here's your costume." He holds up a case towards you. Your brows raise. It's done already? Man, the support classes work fast.
You take the case with a nod, "Thank yo-" You pause at the note attached to the case, 'We took the liberty of spicing up the design, you made it so boring! If you don't like it, you can request a new one on the house! - Support'. What the hell had they done to your costume? You could feel a cold sweat drop down your neck; hopefully, it wasn't something too stupid... or scandalous.
Your class breaks up, and you follow the instructions from your chosen agency, taking a train to Fukuoka City, Kyushu. You sit down, legs crossed, and glance up to quickly scan your surroundings- in front of you is another student from your class... Ah shit, what was his name? Mr Bird Head Guy offers you a respectful nod which you give a friendly enough wave back too.
"You wouldn't be interning with Hawks too, would you?" You make some small talk as you set up your headphones and music.
"I am. I see we will be spending the week together then." Mr Bird Head Guy says, his voice dark and gravelly like he's trying to appear more edgy. He takes out a copy of Crime and Punishment from his satchel. Oh, wow. This guy was a bit too much for your tastes. "I am Tokoyami Fumikage, by the way, we haven't been introduced prior."
You respond with your own name and give a small smile, "I hope we get along well, Tokoyami-"
Just then a service lady, pushing a cart down the train trips, and if it wasn't for your quick summoning of a platform to stop the lady from falling and Tokoyami catching the cart with his Dark Shadow, there would be a bigger mess on your hands. Luckily there isn't and the lady bows gratefully to you both.
"It's okay, Miss. But I wouldn't rest easy ... That potential fall might've been the work of The Dark Reunion. We've foiled their plans for now but they never rest." Where the hell did that music start playing from?
You and the lady just blink at Tokoyami's intense aura and the boy simply turns back to his book. Well, that was strange. The lady continues her rounds and you spend the rest of the ride petting Dark Shadow who's actually oddly adorable for a shadow beast creature.
Here's the alternate version of the hero agency choice. 'Your class breaks up, and you follow the instructions from your chosen agency, taking a train to Tokyo. You sit down, legs crossed, and glance up to quickly scan your surroundings. Staring you down... Is Bakugo fucking Katsuki.
"No fucking way," Bakugo growls, "What internship did you even pick, general trash?"
"Best Jeanist's agency," you scoff at the foul-mouthed blonde, watching as his expression contorts into an even angrier one. "No- you picked him too!?" You contain a lamentful groan.
Great. Amazing. A week stuck with Bakugo Katsuki. This is fine, totally fine. You both can be civilised people about this-
"Just don't fucking talk to me. Or look at me." Bakugo says derisively as he sets his case on the overhead rack. "Matter of fact, go sit in a different train cart."
"I was here first, asshole! You move!" You snark back.
"Do you wanna lose your head?" Bakugo sneers, fingers tensed into his usual explosive motion.
"Please, be mindful of other passengers!" A little service bot comes wizzing through, in front of you two, probably notified by the noise level. It scans your tickets before zooming off again.
You shrug your headphones on, determined to ignore the blonde sitting opposite you. Yeah, one of you was gonna die by the end of this week.'
You're just the average student, perhaps even a little above average. You did get into U.A after all.
You were immediately called out of your seat to take a quirk and fitness apprehension test, whilst Aizawa remained with the rest of the class to determine hero names in a hero information class, you were to be supervised by All Might himself. You could hear a few mumbles of envy about getting 'personal time with the number one hero'- which sounds a little dirty if you think about it too much. You make your way out of the class and to the locker rooms.
Clad in your U.A gym uniform, you exit outside to temperate weather, a shining sun and an even shinier smile- "There you are, young one!" All Might greets you. Damn, he's so cool, you can't help but internally gush. You contain your thoughts, of course, because you're cool and totally not lame- at least, you want All Might to think that.
"Yes, sir," You answer nonchalantly, "Aizawa-sensei said that I was supposed to do some tests?"
"That's right, the rest of the class completed them at the beginning of the year," He's preparing a mechanical device which looks comically small in his huge hands. "Think of this less as a test and more as a way for us to gauge where you need help or improvement." He stands at a white line drawn in the sand.
He tosses you a ball, which you fumble to catch. "Now, I want you to throw this ball as far as you can, using your quirk."
You're put through a series of trials: the ball test (You manage to get a score of 400 metres by creating a construct of a massive slingshot), a fifty metre sprint (4.2 seconds because you use a disc as a hoverboard- you also eat dirt becaause you couldn't stop in time), grip strength (only 48 kg because you couldn't think of a way to utilise your quirk), the side step test (a score of 90, fairly average- another test you couldn't think of a construct to help), sit ups (87, you used a disc behind you to help push up), seated toe touch (you weren't flexible enough to even get into the hold position), and finally the long distance run (you cheated again by using your disc, resulting in a time of 5 minutes to cplete the entire 2 mile stretch),
It was becoming clear to All Might that whilst your quirk had an extreme range of capabilities, your physicality was lagging. He could imagine what a force to be reckoned with you'd be if heroics had your full dedication. It was quite rare for a kid your age not to have the dream to be a hero, but he wasn't going to pry just yet. Perhaps being in 1-A, surrounded by aspiring heroes, you might be inspired to become a hero.
"So?" You pant slightly, standing in front of All Might as he compares your results to the rest of the class, "How'd I do?"
"Well, if I use your classmates' results from the beginning of the year- bear in mind, they have improved since- you placed second, right before Yaoyorozu Momo and above Bakugo Katsuki." You chuckled slightly at beating the explosive blonde once again. You probably shouldn't mention this to him unless you want to be the target of an active bomb threat.
All Might pats your shoulder, "It's a score to be proud of, but you have an over-reliance on your quirk- if there comes a time when you can't use it, you might find yourself in a tricky situation. And I understand you may not want to become a hero," He adds before you can interject, "But having a generally good level of fitness is better for your overall health."
You sigh a little, scratching your cheek, "Yes, I suppose..."
"We have yet another thirty minutes until this period is over. Perhaps I can show you a quick twenty-minute exercise you can do, even in your room without equipment, to improve your fitness levels?" All Might proposes, hands on his hips.
You shrug in agreement. What's the worst that can happen? Getting into shape might do you some good, actually.
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"All Might, I hate you! Ugh- kill me now!" You pant desperately, chest aching with every breath as you bend over, thighs and forearms burning with exertion.
"You did very well, you excitable zygote!" All Might grins, completely unfazed by the workout he'd demonstrated for you. In fact, he looked even better than before! Glowing with a thin sheen of sweat and muscles slightly pumped, the sight itself was offensive to your noodle body. "With regular practise, you'll find this routine easier, and then you can think about adding weights to the exercises!"
What's this guy, Captain Sportacus from Lazy Town? You'd had enough of promoting healthy living for one day; you'd be feeling this soreness for the next two days, guarantee.
After following All Might's cool down stretch routine which admittedly did help with some of the tense soreness, you shower in the locker rooms, taking a second to admire the already forming muscles on your body (having not been very active beforehand, this routine is already helping you shape up. Huh. Maybe you would follow this routine at home- solely because muscles are kinda hot.), and change back into your uniform, trudging your way back to class.
You slide the door open to Bakugo, declaring his pro-hero name with a strange grin on his face: "King Explosion Murder."
"PFFT-" You burst into rib-crushing laughter and have to immediately back out and close the door. Finally composing yourself, you enter again. "Sorry. Asthma attack."
"WE ALL HEARD YOU LAUGHING, IDIOT!" Bakugo screeches from his seat, even more ticked off after having been sent back to change the name.
You shrug innocently and move to your seat, only to be stopped by Ms Midnight. She bends over slightly to get eye level with you, and you try not to notice how her hero costume makes her breasts bounce boobily flatters her form extremely well- jesus. "Do you have a hero name in mind?"
"Uh- no, I mean- I'm not trying to be a hero," You chuckle awkwardly, your shoulders tense.
"You really haven't thought of anything? Perhaps once in your life, when you were a kid?" Midnight raises a perfect eyebrow, an inquisitive pout on her ruby lips.
"I guess..." You sigh and roll your eyes, " 'Versatile!: The Can-do Hero.' had always been on my mind-"
"That's perfect!"
"B-But-" You give up trying to argue, slumping into your seat. On your desk, you find a sheet of hero agencies that are offering you internships, tuning out the rest of class, you flick through the pages of... three thousand, nine hundred and eighty two offers. What the fuck.
You're just the average student, perhaps even a little above average. You did get into U.A after all.
[Starts at the sports festival arc. Reader will later join class 1-A, but first, shenanigans ensue.]
There's a knock at his office door and Principal Nezu calls whoever it is to enter. He raises his head from his work when seeing you, his fluffy ears twitch as he smiles. "Ah, finally, there you are."
He's very cute... Almost like a teddy bear but you remind yourself not to coo, he's a grown middle aged man under all that cuddly fluff; you wonder about how his quirk affects his dating life as he gestures for you to take a seat.
"Yes, I'm so sorry," You bow before gratefully taking the offered seat, school bag slumping to the ground beside you. You're panting, trying to catch your breath, "There was a villain attack on my train."
Nezu's eyes widen and he scans you over for any injuries, "Goodness! Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm used to it." You wave his concern off, There's nothing amiss about your appearance besides your U.A. uniform being slightly rumpled and your hair askew. "Just a regular attack by Apeman."
"Apeman?" Principal Nezu's fluffy brows furrow and his head tilts in question.
"You haven't heard of him? His quirk is..." You shudder at just the thought of it, Apeman was a general menace to the population- to you, specifically, even. "You know what? Maybe it's for the best you don't know. So, what was the reason for this meeting, sir?"
"Well, I'm sure you can assume." Nezu decides to indulge the topic change for now as he brings up some footage of the sports festival. "Your performance in the sports festival was quite incredible. We have received many apprenticeship offers from many top hero agencies eager to have you on board."
"Oh... Yeah, about that-" You begin, scratching your cheek awkwardly.
Nezu continues, "-We also would like to offer you a place in our hero course, Class 1-A, to be exact. Where you'll be able to hone your talents to the best of your abilities with the best teachers and resources."
"Ah, yes, but-"
"We're even offering you a scholarship-"
"Say, what now?" You pause at those words. Scholarship- like money?
"A scholarship! We know that the tuition fee of U.A. is quite high, looking at your papers and parental details, you're eligible for our program. That is, if you'd wish to join the hero course."
Was this bribery? Your eyes narrow at the deceptively cute looking principal who's simply smiling adorably at you. Surely this wasn't legal... You want to say no out of pride but all the extra shifts that your parents have been taking to afford you going to U.A. come to mind and you sigh. You don't want them under so much pressure, especially when you have an opportunity to alleviate the burden.
You feel compelled to be truthful anyway, "Thats... very generous and I'd like to accept but... I don't want to be a hero."
Nezu doesn't falter, expecting this response from you. He taps his fuzzy paw onto the mouse and some inspirational b-roll footage of U.A. graduates begins playing, "Our hero course students don't just become heroes, did you know? Our course offers a straight forward pathway into heroics, yes, but you'll be able to pursue other avenues."
Your head tilts at this information and Nezu continues, "Our graduates can find themselves choosing to further their education in universities, aiming for professions such as science, law enforcement, medicine... It is a very prestigious program after all, your academics will not suffer but you will learn additional content than what is covered in general studies."
Well, shit when it's proposed like that, you'd seem like an idiot to deny it. You open your mouth to finally concede when Nezu adds a final point: "Also, your parents have already agreed."
"Sorry, what?" You blink.
"I took the liberty of informing them before our meeting and your parents have agreed that joining the hero course would be very beneficial for you, despite you not explicitly wanting to become a hero. Your father, in fact, said... Ah yes,-"
He plays the phone call audio recording and your father's voice echoes the room: "Some exercise would do that one good. It's better than sitting at a desk all day, watching anime or playing video games-". You can hear your mother's hums of agreement in the background.
Dammit, why were they exposing you like this!? You offer Nezu a strained smile, "Ah. Well. I guess... Joining the hero course may be good for me."
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So now you were here. Standing outside of Class 1-A's ginormous door, regretting putting more than the minimum required effort into anything. Ugh, why is it that when you display some kind of brilliance everyone acts like it's a God-given decree that it has to be nurtured into something extraordinary, that you've got to be as ambitious as goddamn Icarus? Can't anyone just be chill with what they are now?
Personal growth? Ha! The only personal growth you wanted was pertaining to your height.
You suck in a breath, enough with the pity party even if all this seemed extremely tedious, at least you'd get some sort of entertainment out of it. You slide the door open and meet the faces of the students you'd faced in the sports festival. Conversations pause and their eyes widen when they recognise you.
"Yo." You throw up a peace sign.
'So casual!' is the response from the rest of the class.
Bakugo darts up, shoulders and heckles raised at your very presence. "What the hell are you doing here, general trash?! I'll KILL YOU- MMPH!" He's apprehended from walking to you any further by a grey scarf behind you.
You glance back, Eraserhead, otherwise known as Aizawa Shouta, your new homeroom teacher, deadpans, "Meet your new classmate, any more disruptions and you're doing fifty laps."
You try to hide your grin as Bakugo skulks back to his seat and glances back at your new teacher. "So, where do I sit?"
"There." One singular chair, adjacent to the twenty seats, is offered to you. It looks like somewhere you'd place a naughty kid, and your furrowed brow says as much. Aizawa sighs and explains, "For now, no one is being transferred out of this class, not until we receive and compare your end-of-year assessment grades."
You can see your new classmates tense up at the prospect probably internally vowing to do the best that they can. Sigh, what a bother. You take your seat.
You're just the average student, perhaps even a little above average. You did get into U.A after all.
[Starts at the sports festival arc. Reader will later join class 1-A, but first, shenanigans ensue.]
You're directed by the excitable robot towards the floor under the arena. Inside, there is a platform with a podium that is meant to lift up onto the main stage, and you find Todoroki and Bakugo already there.
Todoroki is side-eyeing Bakugo, who is currently chained to a slab of concrete, cuffed and muzzled. The blonde begins growling and thrashing violently when seeing you. You jump back, "What the fuck?"
"He's been like this since your guy's match," Todoroki informs in a deadpan voice.
"What? Infected by rabies?" You step forward and take your place at the highest part of the podium, edging slightly away from Bakugo, who's leaning towards you as much as he can while chained, foaming at the mouth behind his muzzle.
"All of the first-year events for this year's U.A sports festival have been completed." You hear Present Mic's muffled voice from above.
"Dude, you've got to chill out, you're going to give yourself a hernia." You glance at Bakugo. As expected, that just reinvigorates the boy to shake his chain and thrash harder. 'Class 1-A crack cocaine' theory confirmed?
"And now, we will begin the rewards ceremony!" The podium rises to the main stage, and the sunlight almost blinds you.
The cheers of the crowd are deafening, and you offer the cameras a small, tired smile, but the focus is less on you as the victor and more on the boy going feral in second place. You can see yourself on the big screen looking slightly anxious as you try to avoid eye contact with Bakugo; as if you're in a zoo and the staff have told you to avoid eye contact with the animals, lest they get angry and attack.
Ms Midnight continues despite all this, raising her hand, "The presentation of the medals will, of course, be by this man!"
Everyone follows her hand up to see a figure in the distance; a loud masculine voice echoes, "Ha-ha-ha!" The crowd yells with excitement, recognising in an instant who he is. The man jumps and declares in a booming voice, "I am All Might!"
All Might's landing brings cheers and smiles of happiness from everyone. Out of all the heroes, you can't help but agree that All Might is a different breed, a true hero. While everyone is chanting his name, you're more focused on the bajillion rippling muscles the number one hero has. You're kinda jealous, actually. The aura this man has is insane. Are they playing heroic music over the speakers, or does that soundtrack just follow him wherever he goes?
"Now then, All Might, please present the medals, starting with third place." Ms Midnight offers a pillow with three medals on top.
All Might lifts the bronze medal and steps closer to the podium. "Young Todoroki, congratulations. I assume there is a reason you abstained from using your left side during the festival?" That familiar smile never leaves his face; it's so blindingly white that you have to squint.
"I had an opportunity during my match with Midoriya," Todoroki admits quietly to All Might, "But then I became unsure of myself. I think I understand why you're interested in him. I want to become a hero like you, but there is still something I must settle."
Jesus, so serious. Wait, did you have to say something totally cool and awesome to All Might as well? Ugh, this whole thing was being televised too. Your parents are no doubt watching; you remember their earlier words and try to subtly smooth your hair.
All Might offers Todoroki a hug, "The look on your face is completely different from before. I won't ask about the details. I'm sure that you'll be able to do what you need to do." He moves on and picks up the silver medal.
All Might visibly falters when seeing the way they've got Bakugo tied up like a dangerous creature, and he hesitates before undoing the muzzle, "Now, young Bakugo, let this be a lesson in premature pledges of victory. But, good job on making it to second place!"
"All Might, second place..." It takes a second before Bakugo literally erupts, "IS NOT WORTH ANYTHING! I DON'T RECOGNISE IT, IT'S TRASH!"
Trying to continue professionally even though Bakugo looks a moment away from biting you, All Might tries to give the boy some wisdom, "In this world where people are constantly being compared publicly, there are not many people who keep aiming for the top of an unchanging standard. Take this medal! Think of it as a wound so you never forget!"
Bakugo dodges All Might's attempt at putting the medal on him, "I SAID I DON'T WANT IT!"
"Now, now," All Might's smile is strained as he tries again to hook the medal on him.
"I TOLD YOU, I DON'T WANT IT!"
"Here!" He manages to get it on by forcing it into Bakugo's mouth. Is it bad form to laugh? You close your eyes and turn your face away, biting the inside of your cheek.
Finally, it's your turn. All Might picks up the gold medal and faces you, "And you, I'm afraid I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you until today, unlike young Todoroki and Bakugo."
"Oh, that's okay," you chuckle nervously.
"I must say," All Might smiles down warmly at you. Is he glowing? God, he's cool. "You've surprised everyone here today. You've earned this medal in every way."
He places the medal around your neck and offers you a hug, which you take. Your chest feels like it's going to burst with pride and happiness; god, academic validation is amazing.
"I see a bright future ahead of you," All Might says, "If only you'd applied for the hero course, the very best could nurture this innate talent of yours. But that is a discussion for later. For now, is there anything you wish to say to the audience as the winner of this year's U.A. sports festival?"
What. A speech? They didn't tell you about this! You take the microphone Ms Midnight offers and stare out at the gathering of students and beyond to the crowd of ninety thousand people. Don't make a fool of yourself, don't make a fool of yourself for god's sake.
Your mouth opens and closes for a second before you can force the words out, "Uh... Hello?" There's an aww from the crowd at your shy tone.
You smile nervously towards the crowd, "I guess, I just wanna say thank you for taking the time of day to attend or watch. It means a lot to the future heroes that they have your support and notice. It really shows them just how many people are counting on them to strive to be their best and work the hardest they can." All Might nods along, his smile bright as he approves of your words; your peers similarly seem to agree.
"And I also wanna say..." You side-eye Bakugo, "That if you ever do become number one hero, it's because I decided not to be." You give a casual shrug with a wide shit-eating grin.
'What a cheeky response!' The entire crowd gasps at the dig, but some of them clap and laugh, seeing Bakugo finally get his comeuppance for his cocky behaviour. Bakugo himself has redoubled his efforts of trying to break free from his chains. You owe your life to whoever made them.
All Might feels a sweat drop as his brows raise at your words; he takes the microphone from you, "Uh... moving on, that was the winners this time!"
He looks at the gathered students, "But listen here, anyone here could have ended up on these podiums. It's just as you saw competing, improving each other, and climbing even further. The next generation of Heroes is definitely sprouting. So, I just have one more thing to say, everyone please say it with me, ready...
- Thank you for your work!" Is what All Might says, and "Plus Ultra!" Is what everyone else says.
There's a beat of silence before loud complaints echo in the stadium: "That should have been a Plus Ultra there!" "All Might!"
Okayyyy, I may have also done a different version of your speech but this seemed to much like a me rant than a reader rant yknow? But it gives some insight to why the reader doesn't want to be a hero, so, here it is:
Your cheeks burn pink as you force yourself to continue, "Uhm. I wish I had... Something really cool and inspirational to say but uh, I'm mostly just... In awe at how many people are here today." There's a chuckle from the audience and your peers.
Okay, language and literature class skills coming into clutch, "That despite all our differences, we're... all here or watching at home. I feel like... that's what heroes should be. Something that brings us all together, brings out- the best in us. People who make sure that we all get to go home tonight, safe and sound... So you can kiss your children goodnight and hold your loved ones."
You avert your eyes as you speak earnestly, when ever will you get the chance to speak to so many people about what you feel is important? "I feel... that uhm many heroes, beyond the glitter and glamour and the pyrotechnics... forget that at the very core of it all: they're public servants- and that they're here to protect and serve above all else."
Your brow furrows, "Because what's the point then? What's the difference between a hero and a villain if not the care for the public? The care for their livelihoods? The car, that in the heat of battle may look great to toss at a villain," you chuckle, "but it's what gets you to the job that pays for your children's books. For the shop front, which may be a great place to throw a villain through to slow them down, but it's where you earn the money to take care of your elderly parents, for their sicknesses and their needs."
"So I guess, what I'm trying to say is. Thank you all for coming today, that all of this is for you... in some way or another," You look back up, finding everyone completely enraptured by your words, even Bakugo has stopped thrashing around, "and to please... be kind to others, yourselves... offer every stranger a smile because without you, without each other, none of this means anything."
You go silent, had that even made any sense? Had you completely rambled? This was something you'd pretend to say in front of the bathroom mirror not a huge crowd of potentially hundreds of thousands. God, your heart is beating out of your chest and your entire face has probably gone red.
The applause is sudden and thunderous, it seems like your words really did resonate. You glance at All Might to give the microphone back and splutter out a worried, "Why are you crying?!"
The number one hero laughs and hugs you again as he wipes his tears, "What beautiful words, you have the spirit of a true hero!" You hope. You just... Want to be good, above all else.
Dick Grayson is ready to give up, until he meets you.
(Zombie Apocalypse AU!, male reader follows no canon + I am a casual enjoyer of DC so if this is ooc uhh sue me)
Another week of walking, and your water supply was completely diminished. You'd lucked out really when you came across the fresh water stream when you did.
You smile as Dick whoops, splashing his face with the cool, crisp water. "Careful, I need to purify it before you drink anything." You open your backpack and take out the water purifier. Setting up the kit, you glance back up at Dick and find him stripping. "W-what are you doing?" You splutter, eyes averting from his broad chest.
"Getting clean?" Dick grins as he shrugs off his boots and trousers, "C'mon, I know we're both nose blind by now, but you gotta like feeling clean, right?"
You roll your eyes and mutter a 'duh'. "Prevents bacterial infections, and- and..." You try to ignore the weird flip your stomach does at the sight of Dick's toned back, that tapered waist that leads down and down to- Dammit, what the hell? This was weird. You were weird. Electing to ignore the hot flush in your cheeks, you focus on collecting and storing some clean drinkable water for you both.
It's not like you hadn't seen nice-looking people before. You had, on faded billboards and posters, the odd person who passed through your old camp, but damn, it's a little different now. When you were younger, these thoughts had been easier to ignore; survival had been at the forefront of your mind, and it still was now, but an overwhelming horniness also pervaded your thoughts. You didn't get much time to be able to take care of yourself in that way, and when you did, it was never enough. One hand down your pants and the other on your mouth, trying to be silent to not to wake Dick. You'd close your eyes and try to conjure up some image of something you didn't really have any real basis for.
Sex, you knew what it was, of course, you weren't an idiot- you'd been taught. You'd never actually had it; there had never been a right place- a right time- a right person. So all you had was the vague idea of it, of tanned skin pressed together, rough hands tracing down flesh, of lips marking your-
"Hey, you still alive?" Dick was right in front of your face, clad only in his underwear, chest bare and dripping wet. You're startled out of your thoughts.
"Sorry, uh, what?" You cough, hoping that your voice doesn't come out too rough.
Dick smiles, amused and a little confused, "I just asked if you'd help me with this," he combs his fingers through his beard. "Saved some shaving cream and a blade. You could use it too, y'know, you're growing some scruff there, man."
"Ah, right- sure," You rub a hand over your scratchy jaw, you hadn't really noticed until he pointed it out. He hands you the blade and small tub, and he laughs at your puzzled expression. "Never seen one of these?" He opens the tub and adds some water, mixing it with his finger till it forms a soapy lather.
You watch as he applies it to his beard and hands you the sharp blade, "Careful, now, don't kill me." He jokes as you lean in.
"Don't tempt me," You mumble jokingly back. You steady his jaw with one hand as he situates himself between your legs. Would he quit looking at you with those big, dumb, blue puppy dog eyes? You avoid his gaze as you carefully bring the blade down on his cheek in practised motions, washing away the cut hair and soap into the stream.
You're hyperaware of your breathing as you try to remain focused on not cutting him. You almost nick him when he steadies his hand next to your thigh, and you accidentally catch his gaze with your own sharp eyes. Stupid hormones. Inch by inch, you cut back the unruly beard hair to reveal a strong jaw and full lips. Dick has some scars littering the skin of his cheeks, but he makes them look cool.
You wash away the last of the lather and hair, "There, done. You look less like a madman scientist."
Dick smiles, and you see for the first time the indents in his cheeks. Dimples, wow. You wanted to poke your finger in them. "Thanks, your turn. You should wash off first."
You hum in acquiescence, carefully peeling off your own gear: leather, fabrics, denim and belts. You dressed for the bite, after all. Try getting your teeth through genuine leather- it ain't easy, tell you that. Leaving them by the shore, you slip into the water and wash your face first. The water is slightly frigid, so when you're splashed head to toe suddenly, you gasp and shudder.
You turn to Dick, who's whistling and looking away innocently. You promptly tackle him into the water. "Whoa- hey!" He laughs as he fixes his arms around you, dragging you in with him. By the time you're both done goofing off, you're shivering and looking like a wet cat. You both dry off with your blankets and leave them to dry on a nearby tree.
While the blankets blow in the wind, you sit back down by the stream edge with Dick. You push your hair back, and Dick lathers your jaw with the shaving cream. You look somewhere over his shoulder as he holds your face gently, running the blade down your cheeks and cleaning up the scruffy hair. It's nice, the smooth repetitive motion, being held.
It's sunny today, and the stream reflects the light crystal blue. Things don't seem so bad when it's like this. When you're with Dick, you have yet to acknowledge, is when things don't seem so bad.
Dick Grayson is ready to give up, until he meets you.
(Zombie Apocalypse AU!, male reader follows no canon + I am a casual enjoyer of DC so if this is ooc uhh sue me)
"How much further?" Dick sighs impatiently.
"Five minutes closer from where you asked me five minutes ago. Shut up."
Despite your snapped response, you can't really blame him; you'd both been walking for weeks now. Avoiding known Ravager patrol roads and places too out in the open meant you both were taking the long way around to Elysian Fields. You'd managed to amass some more supplies from the few houses you passed, food, asceptic cleaners and first aid kits, but water was starting to run low. The soles of your feet ached from the perpetual walk, and to top it all off, Dick had food poisoning.
You'd warned the idiot not to eat whatever that cream-filled cake thing was- 'a Twinkie' Dick had called it, and assured you that they 'like never went off, it's a fact'. Suffice it to say, they do indeed go off, and the following night and morning were spent rubbing his back as he vomited his guts out. He had looked pretty pitiful with his blue eyes all teary and brows knitted together, cursing Twinkies to hell and back.
You'd think you were the older one with the way he acted, but you both chalked it up to you growing up and reaching maturity in the apocalypse in comparison to him, who had to adjust drastically to such a change like the fall of civilisation. You liked hearing about the stories of his life when he was your age: galas, girls, guys, and fighting crime- you were still not so sure he wasn't just making this stuff up, but oh well, it makes for a good story. You imagined that if you had met that version of Dick, you probably wouldn't have gotten along. He seemed like a brat.
You liked this version of Dick, as annoying as it was to admit, his tomfoolery had gotten more laughs out of you than you had heard in years. He did it on purpose, you guessed, the dumb shit to make you laugh, you could see the way his lips twisted into a proud smile under his beard whenever he heard you chuckle. It made you feel strange; being the focus of someone's efforts like that was not common to you. The people you were used to rarely smiled or laughed, rarely talked, and were more focused on surviving. Dick wasn't like that; maybe he actually was nuts.
As Dick followed you through a forest path of overhanging vines and bushes, through to an old concrete tunnel. Breaking through the silence, the sounds of a revving engine started to grow louder. You paused, glancing at Dick, who similarly looked at you for a way to proceed. You glanced around. There wasn't much in the way of cover unless you doubled back and tried to hide in the thick underbush. Dick spies your indecision, and as he wasn't chancing an encounter with potentially hostile people, he grabs your arm, deciding for you.
He hooks his foot through a hole in the roof of the tunnel, pulling himself through with trained acrobatic finesse, even if his out-of-practice and unstretched muscles scream in protest- your eyes widen at his manoeuvre, and you grab his offered hand, letting him pull you up and through. He pushes you flat on your back when you're through- his hand pressed over your mouth- and lies down next to you, letting the thick growth of plants hide you both.
Stuttering through comes someone on a quad bike, followed by a pickup truck marked with black paint on the side, with guys laughing inside. One man is sitting on the edge of the tailgate- a rifle poised over his shoulder as he keeps a lookout. You turn your eyes and not your head to watch the company disappear into the tunnel and exit through the other end. There are bodies piled up in the back, and not the corpses of the undead; these look... fresh.
You don't move an inch, not until the sound of the engine disappears, and all that is left are the steady breaths of you and Dick. You turn to face him, finding him already watching you. You pull his hand away from your mouth to whisper, "Those were Ravagers."
"I thought you had their routes marked up on your map," He murmurs, pretending like he isn't very aware of how you're still holding his hand. "They aren't supposed to come this way."
"I do- I did." Your brows furrow as you look up, "They must be moving further out to hunt. We can't stay here, let's go." You crouch and let Dick follow off the roof of the tunnel into the surrounding shrubbery. You definitely can't risk taking any roads anymore; this trek just got a whole lot longer.
You sigh as you mark your map of your guy's progress, "Thank you... for your quick thinking."
Dick glances at you and nods, "It's nothing."
"It was pretty cool, actually. I might start believing your whole robinwing story."
