Itâs about time I organised this bitch of a blog. Feel free to let me know if any of the links donât work or if a work I have referred to has been deleted on Ao3, (itâs sad but it happens). I hope this is useful. :)
Kiribaku fanfic recs:
Personal favourites:Â đ
The Beauty of a Beast by starofjems đ
Worth a Thousand Words by awareoftheconcept đ
Outshining the Sun by thesweetestnerd
Freshly Ground Coffee by arxaris đ
Moment of Truth by Fanficismything đ
Cranky-rishima by PurplePersnickety
Bakugou and Todorokiâs Foolproof 5-step Plan to Fuck with Mineta Minoru by Anubis_2701
Collide by Maplefudge
After I-Island by orose89 đ
Priceless by LarryTheDemon đ
A heart swelled to bursting by eggstasy
Kitsuneâs Pride by kytrin, Mslead
Slow it down (go easy on me) by newamsterdam
Broken Bridges by Deathbelle
Ransom in Red by Shippeh
Reassurance by whitecanarys đ
Harder to breathe by Ellieb3an
A name that youâll remember by Heronfem
2am Knows All Secrets by Unbreakable_Red_Riot đ
Lionhearted by dearwormwood đ
Primula Vulgaris by 1thousandminus7 đ
Communicate with your body by xX_KUUHAKU_Xx đ
Tethered by All_My_Characters_Are_Dead
You can rip out my teeth, but not my heart by YeetOnTheBeat
To build a home by Claus_Lucas
Take my whole life too by itsthebat
The flowers on your skin by vaporeon_ninja
Speak into the silence by rosedvst
Get tough, straight up by qactus
Blue Sky Above (Keep My Feet on the Ground) by devianceđ
Wasting time by imnotpoppunk
Blinding shapes by Meekhayl
Mine and his, there is no difference by shinsousshins
Bakugouâs Baby Girl by MilliegrammeÂ
Built to fall by bigstupidjellyfish
Saving face by KiriBakuHappiness
Wandererâs Solace by kytrin, Mslead
Carry me home by cherryredriots đ
The repercussions of living in truth by sonrissa
Puppy love by KiriBakuHappiness
Cut my heart open (my love it bleeds) by deviance
Always by your side by BeelzBabe
Give you my dawn surprise by therapizedbakugou
Teeth and hearts are bared by trappeddragoninhumanskin
Till I know what love is by buckysbbs
Nine Lives by KBstories
Binds by failsfordails
Behind the scenes by Maplefudge
Language of gifts by KharmTheRose
Dadzawa fic recs:
-To be added-
League of villain-centric recs:
-To be added-
Kiribaku x reader fics written by me:Â
Yellow - written out in full on Ao3
Fake Dating scenario
How to court a dense barbarian: a guide - written out in full on Ao3
Hello to anyone still remaining on this blog after my unexpected disappearance from the fandom. After a LOONNGG break from BNHA (much needed to be honest), I am back!
I am currently finishing up a couple of drafts that got abandoned in 2022. Including a continuation of my villain!Reader x Kiribaku fic which I left half-finished with an unsatisfactory ending. (I reread it the other night and cursed the author for leaving it on a cliffhanger, only to realise I am indeed the author). So keep an eye out for that if you're interested.
Opening scene of a draft I've had sitting in my word doc for months.
(Bakugou Ă Kirishima Ă Reader)
>_<
Fake dating - Kirishima pretends to be dating reader so their ex will leave them alone, but Reader realises that they really enjoyed Kirishima calling them âPartnerâ and they realise maybe Bakugou is more than a friend.
Meanwhile Bakugou is confused, and Kirishima, whoâs been trying to date both of his best bros for the longest time, is internally panicking.
>_<
Youâd wandered maybe five feet from the Bakusquad when you saw her through a parting in the crowd. Your skin crawled as you recognised the gelled hair and All Might backpack slung over one slender shoulder. The Hawks pin youâd given her that Christmas was still attached to the back among the various other hero pins. Your feet felt nailed to the floor so you couldnât even run away let alone hide.
You just gawked.
Mindlessly staring at her back as she took blurry photos of the Lemon Sharks. Her hands always used to shake so you knew the photos wouldnât come out as she wanted them too and sheâd quickly grow frustrated with herself. Only this time you wouldnât be there to take the camera from her before she cracked the screen again. Her temper had always been rather short.
âYouâre so selfish Y/n! I canât believe I ever saw your stubbornness as attractive. Youâre just a bitch.â
If your body wasnât frozen in terror, tears wouldâve sprung to your eyes in response to the intrusive thought. Those words cut deep every single time you remembered them. It hurt to know that someone you used to hold so dearly thought so little of you.
You remembered sobbing openly as she turned on her heels, distancing herself from you to start snatching your things off of the bedside table and yanking your clothes out of the wardrobe. There had been a cardboard box on the bed when youâd got home, half filled with your belongings. Sheâd been preparing for a while then - on breaking up with you that is - judging by how little time it took her to grab the remainder of your belongings and shove them messily into the box.
âPlease, I can be better.â You recalled begging, even though you had done nothing wrong. After parting on bad terms over a misunderstanding over breakfast, you had had a stressful day at work. Sure she tended to hold a grudge, but you hadnât expected her to try and kick you out over undercooked bacon. âLet me make it up to you.â
âNo,â she didnât shout; she never did. Come to think of it, she barely even raised her voice. Then again sheâd always had that effect on you, her tone and body language demanding in a way that both captivated and caged you. There was no hope of getting through to her once her jaw set like that; her back teeth grinding together as her lower lip jutted out. âYou arenât good enough for me anymore. Hell you didnât even deserve me to begin with. So do us both a favour and get out.â
Every word had pierced you like an arrow. Hit after excruciating hit. Shattering your rose coloured glasses and crumbling your world into dust.
You felt like you were the one submerged beneath the surface of the ocean rather than the thousands of fish inhabiting the aquarium tanks around you. Mouth opening and closing like a suffocating fish, which wasnât that far from the truth. Someone might as well have attached you to a fishing line by the lip and tossed you into the deep end. You were way out of your depth here.
She was supposed to have moved away to America four months ago, the week after you broke up. So why the fuck was she here?
Unexpectedly, she snapped her phone cover closed and angrily shoved the device into her back pocket. Shoulders raised to her ears. A few other visitors wisely drifted away from her, while she huffed and grumbled profanities under her breath.
Then she turned.
And for three heart stopping seconds, you made eye contact. Your breathing stopped. Every muscle went rigid. Her enraged expression never changed. Eyes boring into your very being.
Then she began to storm towards you.
Thankfully, a large group of teenagers strode between you, cutting her out of your line of sight, and it was like a spell had finally been broken. Fight or flight finally kicked in, and your body finally obeyed you again.
Heartbeat pounding in your ears, you took off at a dead sprint for the last place youâd seen your friends. You needed to put distance between you two. Hopefully you could drag one of your idiots into the bathrooms to hide or you could all go to lunch early. You didnât mind which, you just desperately needed not to be left alone with her. Never again.
You couldnât shake your head free of those hateful things sheâd said to you during that awful final day. All those jabs that had hit their mark and birthed insecurities that had never crossed your mind before. Insecurities that still clouded your judgement and stopped you from becoming a part of the first relationship youâd ever had interest in after sheâd left you.
Fuck. She still had her nails in you didnât she. Even after all this time, she was still controlling you. Despite the distance. Despite the radio silence. She was still the dictator of your life.
By chance you spotted a shock of red hair through the crowd, standing with a blond by the seal tank. They were clearly bickering back and forth, the blond pretending to shove the other over the railing into the enclosure, his face tomato red. Altering your direction with the speed only a Pro Hero could master, you barrelled for Kirishima and Bakugou, knowing youâd be safe with them.
Tripping over your own feet in your haste to dodge confused looking crowd members, you almost fell over the railing yourself only for strong hands to snap around your waist at the last second. âWhere are you going in such a hurry?â Kirishima mused, easily picking you up and setting you down properly on your feet.
âHide me!â You panted breathily, hands on your knees.
âWhat? Why?â Bakugou demanded, eyebrows quirked in confusion.
âIs there someone after you?â Kirishima asked, eyes lifting to the crowd as if he could pick them out at a glance.Â
You shook your head, swallowing the dryness from your throat. âMy ex is here and she CANNOT see me.â You explained between too fast breathes, why couldnât you fucking breathe.
âNo fucking way-.â Bakugou began, his body losing its tension as if this wasnât a life or death situation. He crossed his arms, leaning back against the railing.
And oh god, you knew now wasnât the time to appreciate how pretty he was, but you couldnât help it. The combination of the gentle blue lighting and the ripples cast from an overhead tank, had intricate patterns dancing across his flawless skin. Making his narrowed red eyes glow.
âY/N.â Her sickly sweet tone made your spine go unnaturally straight, snapping your gaze away from Bakugou. You had never been this terrified before. Not even when facing All for One.Â
Bakugou arched an eyebrow. His burning gaze lifted from you to fix on someone over your shoulder. You tried not to panic when his frown deepened.Â
How close had she gotten?
Goosebumps erupted up your arms. âIâm not playing dude! Please just hide me, I'll do anythi-'' You begged, close to tears now.Â
âHey now, itâs okay. You have Red Riot here, no stupid ex is gonna whisk you away.â Kirishima soothed as he gently took your arm and guided you to stand in front of him against the railing. You felt yourself relax at the wall of muscle quite literally pressed against your back.Â
âBakugou.â Kirishima prompted. The scowling blond beside you refused to move. Kirishima sighed. âBakugou!âÂ
âWhat?â The blond snapped, baring his teeth. Kirishima frowned back, his expression clearly unimpressed. Your gut twisted even though the look wasnât aimed at you.Â
Bakugou however seemed unphased as he easily stared right back at the redhead. Expression blank. âKatsuki, please.âÂ
The simple, soft spoken words seemed to break Bakugouâs resolve as he sighed loudly and crowded in next to you, the two of them successfully blocking the sight of you from the rest of the room.
You slumped against the railing, gripping the bar tightly in both hands until your knuckles turned white to mask the shake in your fingers.
âTry not to tense up too much, itâll draw attention.â Bakugou commented, taking one of your hands in his to rub comforting circles into the back of it. Whipping out his phone with his free hand, âIâm calling the other dumbasses,â he explained as he raised the device to his ear.
âJust hold my hand, try not to panic.â Kirishima soothed, threading your shaking fingers with his sturdier ones. Squeezing lightly in a way that had you exhaling a breath you hadnât realised youâd been holding.
You heard the moment she glided past, her bittersweet voice occasionally calling your name as if you'd bound up to her side like a lost puppy. And maybe once you would have, but you were not that love sick idiot anymore. You didn't need her approval.
Kirishima's thumb rubbed rhythmic circles into the back of your hand, drawing your attention away from your ex. There were crescent moon imprints dug into his hand from how tightly you'd been gripping it. You immediately loosened your hold.Â
Bakugou sighed, resting his head against yours, making your mind freeze altogether. Kirishima offering soft reassurance was normal, but Bakugou offering affection meant business. This type of intimacy felt dangerous, and you weren't sure if you could accept it or not.
Luckily you were saved from awkwardly shuffling away by the squad appearing out of the blue.
âKacchan, you called.â Denki hollered, signalling the arrival of the others. Bakugou immediately pulled away from your side to berate Denki for using that cursed nickname again.Â
Glancing up, you watched Kirishima take in a quick glance around the room, eyes narrowed like they do when heâs checking for villains. âI think weâre in the clear (Last Name).â The redhead stated hesitantly. Glancing behind him once more, he carefully pulled away so you werenât pressed into the handrail anymore.Â
The absence of the small space had your breath quickening again. The sense of security falling away as you became exposed from all sides.Â
Kirishima tried to take his hand back, but you held on tightly. You didnât miss the way he glanced at you, eyebrows pinched, but couldnât find it in you to offer an explanation. You just needed something physical you could ground yourself with.Â
Forcing yourself to snap out of it, you dutifully raised your gaze.Â
Kaminari was grinning teasingly at Bakugou too far away to catch what he was saying, while Sero stood nearby, whipping his head back and forth between the two as if he were watching a tennis match. Mina on the other hand was looking at you and frowning. Her face darkened into something dangerous. "Where is she?"Â
The deadly calm demand made you shiver.
"Went off somewhere by the shark tanks." Bakugou replied dismissively, giving you one last squeeze before letting go. "We should probably move on before the bitch comes back."
"Lunch anyone?" Sero prompted.Â
"Yeah Kat and I were done here." Kirishima.
"Great!" Kaminari interjected. "I'm starving."Â
"I could eat." You lied, despite the nausea coursing through your veins.Â
So I'm picturing a Fantasy AU with Barbarian!Eijirou, Dragon!Katsuki and Dragon!Reader. Probably established Katsuki/Reader and endgame Eijirou/Katsuki/Reader.
There's an enormous feast between the Barbarians and the Dragons to commemorate their 1000 year peace or maybe to celebrate a hard won war - still undecided.
And of course Chief Barbarian Eijirou had a little too much to drink and found himself kissing someone's mate during the toast, but to make sure the blond dragon they belonged wasn't too mad at him, he dragged him into a kiss too.
And now it's the morning after and Eijirou is freaking out because he's curled up in a NEST, with two purring dragon hybrids wound around him. Oh and did he mention, THEY'RE BOTH VERY MUCH NAKED AND MATED!
TO EACH OTHER NO LESS!
Not for a second does Eijirou take into consideration that this could've been a threesome, because in his mind it had to be both dragon's using him to cheat on each other, while NEXT TO EACH OTHER! And Eijirou is no home wrecker, so of course he tries to slip away only to be roughly dragged back into the nest by the grumbling blond and suffocated under the tight grip of his mate who's still peacefully asleep.
>_<
Of course after much convincing on the dragons' part that 'no, they aren't mad at Eijirou for sleeping with them, despite them being a mated pair' and a lot of negotiations and naturally misunderstandings, they all end up mated and happy. The end.
>_<
Or in other words, how do you tell two dragons - who've clearly imprinted on you- that you have a tribe to run and can't be their personal cushion?
Reader realising it's been a tough week for the Bakusquad so they spend all evening trying to knit and sew tiny little bees to cheer them up. But everything goes wrong. The bees are all different sizes with wonky stitching and buttons for eyes that are way too big to be taken seriously. But at least they tried and still gave them to their friends, or they were going to...
They chickened out last minute and compromised.
They tucked Denki's black and yellow bee into his uniform pocket while he got changed for hero work. Shoved mina's pink bee into her pencil case when her back was turned. Taped Sero's white and black bee to his dorm ceiling on a string. Squashed Kirishima's red and black bee between the pages of his maths textbook. And left the orange and black bee on Bakugou's desk when he went to the gym with Midoriya.
Aged up au. Midoriya and Kirishima getting into an argument about who's been Bakugou's friend longest.
Kirishima: I've known him since UA.
Midoriya: Well Kacchan and I have known each other since we were two.
Bakugou without looking up from his phone: no we haven't.
And thus Midoriya's battle to prove that he did in fact know Bakugou longer began, but Bakugou is adamant on denying it. Brings over photo albums, Bakugou calls him a stalker. Even gets his mum on the phone to confirm it, Bakugou says she's talking about some other blond kid.
At this point Kirishima is pretty convinced and gives him the win but Midoriya is transfixed on making Bakugou admit it.
And of course being the Brat is Bakugou doesn't admit anything until he's defending his 'territory' against Todoroki.
Six months. Thatâs all the time it took for your so called boyfriends to move on after you disappeared.
You had watched the wedding on the news - or at least the small part that the press had been allowed to film of the newly wed couple emerging from the church to head to their reception.Â
At the time, youâd told yourself you didnât care. This was how it was always supposed to be. You had been lucky to spend those extra years with them anyway. Originally, the league had wanted to pull you out of the hero scene after UA, but youâd insisted that you should stay and be their inside man.
Fat load of good that did for you.Â
You were never going to be in that wedding anyway. You had seen the evidence yourself in the form of that measly little ring. Eiji-, Kirishima had never filtered you into his plan to begin with. You had just done him a favour and removed the difficult part of his plan.
Instead of wallowing in self pity however, you threw yourself into your work. Thanks to your experience as a Pro, you knew how villains thought and their tendencies. You could predict when a situation became hostile by the mere twitch of a trigger finger around a beer can.Â
You made yourself invaluable to the League. If one family didnât want you, you would just make the one you had NEED you.
Deals were struck faster than usual. The Leagueâs enemies were taken out quickly and quietly. And for the first few months, you knew where not to attack to avoid the heroes that were furiously trying to locate the League.
It was easy to rise in the ranks when you were one of the best of the group. Then again, going to UA and learning how the heroes work on the inside was an enormous advantage.
âPinkie and Cellophane recently announced their engagement at the yearly Hero Ranking Ceremony. Fans are ecstatic-â
You muted the small TV above the bar with a frown as the front door to the lair flew open with a satisfying bang. Two pairs of footsteps hurriedly shuffled inside out of the rain dragging something large before slamming and bolting the door behind them. Twin sighs of relief told you who had just come home.
Taking your time, you took a long sip of your drink. Eyes watched your back as you gracefully plucked your mask off of the counter to your right and fastened it to your face. It was a simple piece of headwear, designed to hide your face while expressing emotions on the screen attached to the front with computer emojis such as >:( and >_>. A tacky thing that contrasted badly with the suits you tended to wear when the league was doing business, but Toga adored it and you wanted to give her something to smile about every once in a while. Especially when she found everything else about you tiring. Â
Said business which wasnât due to occur until much later tonight. Good thing you tend to be well prepared for any situation.
Milking the attention, you took great joy in rearranging your hair in the reflection of the black TV screen, straightening out your suit and turning on your bar stool with your legs crossed at the ankle.
Sadly, the confident expression died behind your mask as you recognised who exactly Toga and Dabi had captured. The simple :) quickly changing to a :0 as your jaw dropped.
Dabi and Toga stood on the doormat wiping themselves down of blood and wringing their clothes of rainwater, while a pissed off Red Riot sat tied up at their feet. Theyâd done a good job of getting him into the restraints in a way that his hardening couldnât break the ropes. His clothes were burnt in areas, while an assortment of cuts bled sluggishly down his body.
The fierce flash of scarlet eyes meeting your own snapped you back to the present.
âYOU ARE IDIOTS! BOTH OF YOU!â You snarled, launching yourself off your bar stool to whack Dabi and Toga upside the heads. âWHAT, IN ALL THAT IS HOLY, POSSESSED YOU TO KIDNAP THE NUMBER THREE HERO!? HMMMMMM?â You roared, beside yourself with disbelief that they actually pulled it off and scared shitless what would happen when Ground Zero found out the League had stolen his husband.
âYou said to come back with something useful, so we did.â Toga countered, dodging a second swipe to the head. Sensing your growing temper, Dabi decided to keep his mouth shut as he stepped away.
âI DIDNâT MEAN-â You trailed off into a low growl massaging your temple behind your mask with more force than necessary. Your mind raced as you desperately came up with a way to get yourself out of this unscathed, but all your three brain cells could come up with would be to curl up in a ball somewhere and cry.
At your feet, Red Riot watched the scene unfold before him with an expression of disbelief. His eyes were flickering from Dabi to Toga to your pained expression with calculated accuracy. It was a small mercy that the idiots had remembered to gag him before dropping him at your feet, because you were certain he also had a few words to share with the group.
FUCK! Thatâs the number three hero, your ex-boyfriend and Ground Zeroâs husband at your feet, tied up like a ragdoll and bleeding across your floor. Bakugo was going to burn you to a pile of ashes when he found out.Â
âThatâs it. Weâre dead.â You groaned ignoring how Toga flinched at your harsh tone. âBecause of you knuckle heads. Weâre. Dead!â
It was then Dabi thought it would be a good idea to speak up. âCalm down shithead, we can just drop him off outside his agency-â
âHE KNOWS WHERE THE HIDEOUT IS YOU DEFORMED SHIT!â You countered at the top of your lungs, finding a small flicker of satisfaction when all three of them flinched at the volume before quickly adding. âYOU DIDNâT EVEN BLINDFOLD HIM!â
âOh.â Toga breathed, blinking owlishly down at the Pro.
âYeah, âohâ.â You mocked harshly. âYou know what, just take him to the backroom. I canât look at any of you right now. If Tomura were here heâd have disintegrated you both on the spot.â Not bothering to make sure they did what you said, you turned, eyes instantly fixed in the half full bottle of liquor perched on the top shelf just out of your reach. If you dragged a bar stool round the bar, you would easily be able to reach it. To hell if it was Spinnerâs secret stash. He made his drinks strong and you needed a long swig of that right now.
>_<
To their credit, Kirishimaâs kidnappers did as the masked leader had ordered and stashed him in one of the deserted guest rooms, a good few doors down from the bar. The room sat at the end of the hallway, feeding Kirishima the suspicion that this was the furthest away they could physically put him.
They were rough in their manhandling. Toga effortlessly relieved him of his boots to slash the tendons in his calves to stop him from being able to run; to his credit Kirishima barely flinched. While Dabi yanked his arms above his head, elbow bracketing either ear, hands facing down between his shoulder blades where he tied them to the rusted bedpost with scratchy old ropes. The knots were secured with practiced ease, rope harshly cutting into his skin and in some places cutting straight through from how tightly they had tied them. Kirishima could barely breathe let alone move. Leaving his only option in hoping Katsuki found him before he became another corpse bobbing along down the canal.
He was just marking the window as too small of an escape route when the door swung open again and in walked Masked Leader themselves. Or at least Kirishima guessed it was the same person as before.
They were clad in the same black suit as them and mask swinging from the personâs limp grasp, while they clutched a bottle of half empty whisky in the other. Their eyes were clouded as a building storm on the cusp of breaking, bruised storm clouds obscuring their emotions and intentions. Kirishima tried not to shudder as those troubled eyes slid over his pathetic form and stayed.
To his surprise, the villain did not grin at the sight of him. Nor did their eyes light up with amusement at his bloodied and burnt state. Had they always looked that lost? That, hollow? Was the mask merely to provide a strong image, a façade to their enemies?
Kirishima didnât get time to really contemplate it because the villain suddenly came to life. Their skin paled as a stream of curses spewed from between chapped lips. âIâm gonna kill âem.â They snarled, but not at Kirishima. âI am literally going to drown them in the fucking canal.â
With a swish of their blazer, they turned on their heels and stormed out of the room. Their thundering footsteps echoing sinisterly down the hallway. As quickly as they departed, the door was thrown open again, slamming against the wall before clicking shut behind the villain.
A first aid kit was dumped by Kirishimaâs bleeding feet.
Blinking in shock, the redhead glanced from the kit up to the villain who downed the entire bottle of alcohol in one and collapsed to their knees before him in a messy kneel. Dirt caked fingernails shone in the dim light sneaking in under the doorframe, as they gently peeled back the torn cotton of Kirishimaâs pants to reveal the bloodied flesh underneath. With a hand too steady for someone who just downed an entire bottle of alcohol, the villain rolled and tucked the trousers up Kirishimaâs calves to above his knees so they could tend to his calves.
With uncharacteristic care, the villain cleaned the excess blood and sanitised the wounds, steam practically erupting from their ears the more damage they came across. Bandaging Kirishimaâs legs, they moved onto his face which was bloodied and sporting a purpling cheek. The steadiness in those stormy eyes instantly threw him as the too tight gag was dropped to hang around the base of his neck. A silent warning that they could strangle him if he resisted.
The precision from which they tracked every hand movement. Trailing every drop of blood so it could be wiped off of his tanned skin, sent goosebumps up his spine.
âYou get drunk often?â He found himself blurting. The hand wiping at his cheek stuttered but quickly resumed its careful ministrations as if heâd said nothing. Mouth dry, Kirishima stumbled to justify his question. âSorry, itâs just that I watched you down that entire bottle, and you donât seem even tipsy, so I was wondering if you do this often enough to have a high tolerance.â
The tense silence was only interrupted by the tearing of a plaster packet and the scrape of combat boots against the chilled floorboards, in the moments the villain took to answer.
âStupid fucking quirk side effect.â They explained, sounding just as pissed as they had when theyâd first laid eyes on him. Their voice had a rough timber to it, making them hard to understand as if they smoked twenty cigarettes on the daily for fun. Strangely, Kirishima could smell no smoke on them. âMy shitty metabolism runs so high that it is physically impossible to get drunk. Works well for drinking games at least; havenât lost a single match yet.â
Kirishima swallowed at the memory of someone else he knew with a similar quirk. Not that he let himself recall the person, they had made it clear they didnât want to be found again.
âYou say that as if your quirk will suddenly disappear.â Kirishima chuckled, his throat too tight to provide anything casual, so it came out as more of a wheeze than a laugh. The villain didnât seem to notice.
Finishing up with his face, the villain moved their attention to his wrists. Tenderly, they loosened the rope so his blue fingers could get some circulation. Knowing he was outmatched, Kirishima didnât bother to try and break free. Toga or Dabi would just catch him the moment he crawled into the hallway.
âIt could. One day.â Another beat of uncomfortable silence. Fingers kneaded his arms to relieve the pins and needles in them. âWith every new aspect I discover about it, it draws more and more attention to me. At some point Tomura will take it for himself and I might finally be able to get plastered and stay that way.â
With a heavy sigh, the villain pulled back and said, ânow, care explain why those two knuckle heads dumped you on my doorstep?â The villainâs voice dropped its scratchiness, striking the redhead from how familiar it was.
Kirishimaâs brow furrowed. Snapping his gaze up, he almost screamed. That was his fucking ex glaring back at him. What the hell were they doing here? He had so many questions and no way to ask them.
He probably hasn't recognised them when he inniciallty saw their face because of their quirk. Theyâd described it in UA as a cheap knock off of a shapeshifting quirk, only it affected the people around them and not them. Something about the chemicals in their quirk gave people temporary face blindness to them, making them essentially unrecognisable. It came in handy for stealth missions, but that leads back to why the fuck they were here of all places.
âSo this is why you wanted out.â The redhead mused, physically sweating when that hard glare remained icy.
âYou are literally going to give me a heart attack one of these days Ei.â You breathed, running a hand through your hair. Leaning back, you whipped out your phone sending off a quick text to someone before shifting forward again to loosen the redheadâs bindings further.
âWho was that for?â
âKat. Canât fucking leave you here idiot.â
âAwe, you do care.â Kirishimaâs heart stuttered when your face turned pained. âI didnât mean anything by tha-â
âWeâll talk later. Itâs too dangerous here.â
âTell me about it.â
>_<
Six fucking months of radio silence, and the day Ei gets kidnapped on patrol, Y/n decides they want to let him know theyâre alive.
Bakugou almost blew up his phone out of pure spite when he got the notification with their contact info at the top. Fuckkkk. He could not deal with anymore bullshit today. Losing Ei, was stressful enough on it own without him having to worry about another asshole that disappeared on him.
Against his better judgement, Bakugou opened the message. His blood simultaneously heated and froze at what he read.
âThe League has Red. Heâs hurt.âÂ
There was no âhiâ , no formalities, just cut straight to the point. Along with a meeting place a time. Surprisingly, he was being warned to bring backup but keep them out of sight.
>_<
What in the ever loving fuck was going on.Â
Some bitch in a suit was holding HIS fucking husband. Only HE was allowed to manhandle Ei like that.Â
âHand him over you son of a bitch.â Bakugou snarled, tiny explosions popping threateningly at his sides. His palms were so slick with sweat, he feared he wouldnât be able to get a proper grip on Ei if the villain decided to throw him at him.
âWhereâs the money?â The villain demanded, voice gruff and low. The stupid emoji on their mask transitioning to an infuriating >:).
âIâll show it once I have my fucking husband back.â Bakugou retorted. Growing uneasy when the smile didnât morph into a smirk and instead changed to a >:D, as if the fucking villain was pleased with his response.Â
The best and most interesting soulmate AU I've seen in a while. Throughly enjoyed the angst, the pairings. The whole thing was fleshed out so well and I could barely put it down.
Reader being a dumbass and covering Bakugouâs hands in chalk because they're convinced it will change the colour of his explosions.
It was an ongoing debate with the Bakusquad and you wanted to prove Mina wrong. Of course Bakugou knows it won't work but he indulges you because he's a softy for your thinking face. Also is ready for the squad to stop attempting to cover him in coloured chalk. At least if it's you doing it, he can somewhat control how much chalk gets lathered on him.
Cue him physically melting when you pout because it doesn't work.
Bakugou ruffling your hair ready to move your attention to something else only for you to declare you're going to try food colouring next.
Let's just say Bakugou had blue hands for a few days and refused to explain why.
