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DadDecember 2023 Event Announcement
Welcome to DadDecember 2023!
While this is technically our second year running, we’ve changed purposes a little bit from last year. Last year we were very centric on MHA with DFODecember but this year we are instead multifandom to welcome in everyone!
So, with no further ado, everyone who participated last year, welcome back! To everyone joining this year, welcome in! We cannot wait to see what you create.
Please make sure to read this post carefully, as many questions have been answered here already. We have also answered all the questions that were submitted through our anon voting form already. If you don’t find what you are looking for there, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here. The mod team will get back to you as soon as possible.
This year’s AO3 Collection → HERE
Before we get more into the rules, I’d like to give a special thanks to everyone who submitted a prompt through our discord server back in September and all 85 of you who voted on the prompts these past few weeks.
Event Info & Rules
DadDecember is an annual prompt month featuring platonic father and child relationships. We have a collection of prompts for each day meant to inspire works to be created.
*Due to the nature of this event being platonic, do not submit father/child incestual content. That is not the point of this event. This event is strictly platonic. Thank you for understanding.
There are 62 prompts this year with 10 alternative prompts. Each day has two prompts, one situational/trope prompt and one dialogue prompt. You do not need to use both. While we do encourage you to mix and match prompts with different days to fit your specific WIP, we do ask that you tag the prompt you used, not just the day.
This is a prompt month meant to inspire works, so please don’t take any of the prompts too seriously! If you want to get silly with it or really angsty, that’s up to you! How much of the prompt you use and how you use it is all up to you! If you think it fits the prompt, then it does. There is no gatekeeping in DadDecember.
It’s up to the creator how much they want to produce or what media form they want to create in! Anything and everything counts (and if you’re really unsure, you can always ask!). The idea of the event is to create, no matter in the manner you do so.
As far as “how much do I need to do in order for it to count?” – Well, that’s up to you! All participants, regardless of how many works they put out, will be recognized for their efforts! A google form will be sent out after December ends in which you will be able to say how many works you completed. Works do not need to be published in any way shape or form to count. Participants will be ranked by completion in a tumblr post after the form closes and a custom role will be available for completionists in our discord server.
Should you wish to upload some of your DadDec content to Tumblr, use these tags:
Required tags:
#daddecember
#daddecember2023
#sfw or #nsfw
Optional Tags (but appreciated if used)
#DadDec No.1, #DadDec No.2, #DadDec No.3, ect.
#fandom or #OC, … (ironman, originalcontent, oc …)
#teeth, #gore tw, #etc …..(trigger warnings and content warnings. Add “tw” or “cw” AFTER the trigger/content warning )
For the sfw/nsfw tag, please use your best judgment. A Mature or Explicit rating (for anything except gore) should be marked as nsfw.
Reblogging Policies:
Due to the nature of the blog and for the safety of all fellow participants, nsfw posts will not be reblogged. - These works are still very much welcome in the AO3 collection.
You MUST tag @daddecember if you wish for your work to be reblogged
If you notice your work has not been reblogged (+ you tagged us) and it has been 2+ days, please send us an ask! It is likely that tumblr ate the notification.
Frequently Asked Questions
Q. Do I have to do all 31 days?
Participate as much as you would like! Whether you can get out one piece between now and the end of December or 45, we are here to encourage you all along the way!
Q. Can I post early/late?
Yes, you can post whenever you want. Due to time constraints, we may not reblog posts outside of December (pinging @Mod Addri via discord will always get you reblogged, though, so you can always try that ;) ).
Q. Can I combine DadDecember with other creation challenges?
Yes, as long as the other challenges allow it as well. Please reference their rules.
Q. Can I use prompts to write a new chapter for an existing fic?
Yes.
Q. Can I use a prompt multiple times?
Yes, but it only will count once for your total completion number (unless combined with a different unused prompt).
Q. Do I have to finish a fic I started/can I post WIP’s?
Yes, you can post WIPs. Snippets or other forms of WIPs are completely fine and will still count for completion! As long as you started it, feel free to count it!
Q. Is collaborating allowed?
Absolutely, we even encourage it! Collaborations can be an amazing way to get full completion status (especially if you’re competitive) without as much work! It would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you.
Q. Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many?
No limit and combine as many as you’d like.
Q. Can I start working on the prompts before December?
Absolutely! That’s why we post the prompts a little over a month in advance. We recognise how difficult it can be creating for 31 days in “real time” so feel free to start creating early!
Q. Do I have to use your required tags?
If you want your work reblogged, yes.
Q. Does combining prompts count towards completion?
Yes
Note: This is a creation challenge, please don’t repost your old work under our tags (unless it’s been changed or edited for the event).
Best of luck,
Mod Addri
Also: A special thanks to @eliserael for creating the prompt images!
Written out Prompt List:
Day 1: Reverse Adoption | "I trusted you."
Day 2: Snowed In | "I thought I would never see you again"
Day 3: Snuggling | "Midnight fast food run?"
Day 4: Forehead Kiss | "I'm going to kill you"
Day 5: Little Things | "And what about rocks in snowballs?"
Day 6: Prison Visit | "There's no gift better than revenge"
Day 7: Blizzard | "I won--- WOAH!"
Day 8: Holiday Reunion | "Is it supposed to tilt?"
Day 9: Abandonment | "You've never wrapped a present before, have you?"
Day 10: Emergency Room Trip | "Say goodbye now."
Day 11: Patricide | "It's alright to be afraid"
Day 12: Hero & Villain | "Oh, I thought presents weren't a thing."
Day 13: Vault | "Close your eyes"
Day 14: Tucking Into Bed | "Would you hold my hand?"
Day 15: Late Nights | "Why didn't you tell me?"
Day 16: Decorating Gone Wrong | "You remembered?"
Day 17: Secret Santa | "I swear if you fail---"
Day 18: Meet the Parents | "Don't do that again"
Day 19: Parent-Teacher Conference | "Who are you?"
Day 20: Warm Drink | "Is Santa actually real?"
Day 21: Home Alone | "Breath in an--- breath out"
Day 22: Overseas | "I don't think that's how snow angels work."
Day 23: Adoption | "Did you put in sugar or salt?"
Day 24: Glitter Overload | "You made bricks, not gingerbread"
Day 25: Holidays | "My snow castle is bigger than yours!"
Day 26: Disappearance | "Do you have any idea how much paper this thing took?"
Day 27: Snow Angels | "Let me sing you a lullaby"
Day 28: Burnout | "You hurt me, you know?"
Day 29: Injury | "Maybe we shouldn't be doing this?"
Day 30: Parentage Reveal | "I love you"
Day 31: A New Year | "Would you rather…"
Alternative Prompts:
"I'm not a fan of pain"
Early Mornings
"It wasn't my fault"
In My Time of Need
"This is what I call a surprise!"
A Scooby-Doo Worthy Mystery
"Could I have some flowers?"
A League of Their Own
"Liar, liar, LIAR"
Family Murder
Discord Server + AO3 links for previewing:
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Heres my first entry for @daddecember !! It's for prompt one - reverse adoption
#daddecember#daddecember2023#sfw#mha#bnha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#izuku midoriya#toshinori yagi#midoriya izuku#yagi toshinori#dadmight#all might#mha midoriya#mha izuku#mha yagi#mha toshinori#bnha toshinori yagi#mha fan fiction#mha fanfiction#this was supposed to be done so much earlier#dogwaterwrites
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Dad December - Day Thirteen (exchanging original prompt): "I'm Not a Fan of Pain."
Summary: AFO reminiscing about his son’s birth
Trigger warnings: AFO being himself, and mentions of pregnancy and labor.
Also heavily inspired by this post, and a few other ones related to AFO naming Izuku.
word count: 582
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All for One’s son was born on a humid day in the middle of July.
Doctor Garaki was on call for the entirety of Inko’s pregnancy. Even though the man claimed many times he was not certified enough to deliver the baby (or do prenatal check ups for that matter), but All for One, Hisashi , couldn’t bring himself to trust any other doctor. So, in spite of the doctor’s protests, he was the one that oversaw the labor and delivery.
If he remembers correctly, Inko had been in the middle of folding clothes when her water broke. What followed was a blur of his wife hunting him down in another part of the house, comforting her, freaking out himself once he realized what had happened, and then hurrying Inko to the nearest hospital.
In his haste, Hisashi almost forgot to phone the doctor.
Inko had been scared, and Hisashi wished he could say he wasn’t. But it was one of the few times in his life that All for One was terrified.
He did all the research he could on childbirth to help quell his worries, but it only served to make Hisashi even more anxious.
Not that his wife needed to know that. He stayed by her side, allowing her to squeeze his hand (and by god, did that woman squeeze his hand). She joked about not being a fan of pain, before screaming so loud the nearby nurse covered her ears. In response, Hisashi whispered little encouragements into her sweaty hair, and offered Inko little sips of water whenever she needed it.
And then, as soon as it had started, their son was born.
A healthy baby boy.
A little on the small side, but the doctor reassured them that it was nothing to worry about.
All for One waited impatiently for his son to be handed over, hovering over the nurses’ shoulders as they cleaned and bundled the baby in a blanket. His old friend must have sensed his patience wearing thin, because he roughly shoved them aside to grab the infant.
He remembers even all these years later, how it felt holding his son in his arms for the very first time. How tiny he had been nestled in the crook of Hisashi’s arm.
Two big green eyes blinking up at him.
It’s poetic that the very first person his son ever saw was him.
Not that Hisashi would have it any other way.
It was fate.
All for One named his son (with his wife’s permission of course, though it’s not like she ever had a say in the matter. He loves her, but there are certain things that he refuses to budge on), just like he named Yoichi. A mark to signify that his son is his.
His brother had been his first gift. A constant companion in the dim, chaotic, and quite frankly terrifying world they lived in. The name “Yoichi” suited his sickly little brother like a glove.
And his son was a gift as well. An unexpected one, but a gift all the same (how was Hisashi supposed to know that the minor healing quirk he picked up ten months ago would lead to his and Inko’s little miracle being born months later?) But Hisashi wanted a bigger stake in the boy’s name.
It took him longer than he would have liked, but Hisashi found a name that matched one of the kanjis in his own name and fit his son perfectly.
Izuku.
#daddecember2023#daddecember#no.13#I'm Not a Fan of Pain#cross posted on ao3#dfo au#tw pregnancy#mha inko x afo#dfo theory
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The kettle screams as Yagi hummed, the warm pan of easy to eat food filling his safehouse with welcome fragrance. With gentle hands he lifts the weighty kettle and pours a pot of his preferred Matcha tea.
He gently sets down his set, the steam rising from his tea pet as he sits alone. Papers litter the table and walls as he pieces together yet another Attack. The Mysterious Athos always did love to cause his own Danger.
His eyes flicker as he notes another pattern, one possibly crucial.
Tap tap tap
His head jerks up, his hand grabbing the knife in his couch. The steps are almost light and imperceptible, for a Civilian. But Toshinori Yagi was not a Civilian. His lips strain as he dashes to grab his helmet.
The door creaks open..the silence strong as he grabs the intruder and presses the knife near their throat.
“So cool” a child's voice whispers behind him. Yagi looks down and almost drops the knife. The hooded child growling against his chest. The orange flares uncomfortably digging in. “I didn't think Athos would be so low as to send Children like you”
Another masked Child cackles from his table, Reading his notebook “Oh Trust me as an Angel, We would do anything but work with that murderer.” His fabric rabbit ear flopping as the child tips his head “oooh, you missed the Earthquake two years ago on the edge of Mustafa. And the Trigger Raids weren't actually his Trigger, Just getting rid of Competition.”
The Child with flares slides easily out of his Surprised grasp “oi Deku, do your thing~” the other teases. The rabbit hooded boy tips his head and and removed his lower mask
“Hello Yagi Toshinori, Villain name Nights All. Formally known as All Might in America. Trained by UA and Former Homeroom teacher Gran Torino. Possible Connections to Nana Shimura. Biggest Target of False Hero Athos. You prefer Matcha tea, missing your Stomach and half a Lung from a Fight with Athos. Oh and you once got arrested for public nudity in America due to a surprise attack and little time to stop and get dressed”
Yagi's blood chills at the knowledge “How the hell-”
He gets interrupted
“oi Jack Skeleton. We are here for a Trade. Named Ground Zero. This is Deku, we are the heads of the Children's Angels. Mk?” The Blond boy snorts “you got a target. We need that media distraction someday.”
Yagi looks the two up and down “you are rather…. Well for Teens. But, one condition. I train you. Both of you, I am not sending children out untrained. I would rather not do it anyways. But I know those looks, you won't stop.”
“Damn Right Skeletor” Ground Zero Cackles as Deku chops his Neck
“Fine. But then you are training the whole group. We get what we want. And you get your little Morals settled.”
Yagi almost shivers as the cold look from Deku settles on him but his eyes meet the others with an unspoken challenge.
Suddenly Deku smiles and jumps up “Welcome Aboard Yagi!” The other walks over and grabs Yagi's Shoulder “We'll know if you betray us” he whispers and a burning desire burst digs into his skin. “Kacchan! No, We don't burn partners!” Ground Zero Cackles again “yeah yeah, we'll contact you again Frankenstein!”
^_________^
It only took a Week if you asked an Angel. If you ask Gran Torino he would say it was the moment that Toshinori saw Izuku's smile and Katsuki's first nickname.
They all fit like a puzzle piece, One Wacky and Chaotic puzzle. Yagi being that chaos that Bakugo's father never could. And all it took was two Kids who founded a Japan Wide youth criminal organization to break in and spiritually and Emotionally adopt him.
Now if they would stop Robbing Chain Ice cream stores at midnight.
DAY 1! a Day Late lol.
@daddecember
(/･ω･(-ω-) -Me and Borealis during the planning lol
#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha au#bnha#my hero academia au#mha#boku no hero academia au#mha au#mod asphodel#daddecember2023#daddecember#dad might#asphodel angels au#asphodel angels
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Obscure Dads Week 1 2023- My Hero Academia Day 3- Present Mic
Summary: Hitoshi's support item raises some familiar alarm bells while he's still lingering in the Gen Ed classroom. Mic has some words to say about it.
Dadmic my beloved <3 but the fact that this clocked in at EXACTLY 900 words is so satisfying and for what??
@daddecember
#daddecember events#obscure dads week 1#mha#bnha#mha fic#bnha fic#mha fic rec#bnha fic rec#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#present mic#shinsou hitoshi#dadmic
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Problem Parent
Problem Parent
by morbiddesires
Aizawa Shouta wanted a nap. And a raise.
Instead, he had to hold Parent-Teacher Meetings with his students.
Midoriya shows up with his father, a smarmy Bastard with whom Yagi seems to have a history.
Words: 2042, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Gen
Characters: Sensei | All For One, Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might
Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Sensei | All For One, Midoriya Hisashi & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, (foreshadowed), Midoriya Inko/Sensei | All For One
Additional Tags: Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi, Crack, dad for one, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Needs a Raise, Parent Teacher Meetings, DadDecember Ect Events, Father's Day Prompt Week 2023
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48412777
#AO3 Feed#FanFiction#AO3 Izuku#♦#Izuku Midoriya#AFO#Hisashi Midoriya#Aizawa Shouta#Toshinko#R:G#A:Morbiddesires#Dad for One#Dad Might
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Inktober: Dream
(continuation of this
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#inktober#dream#fae au#yoichi shigaraki#shigaraki yoichi#fae#my hero academia fanart#my hero academia#my hero academia au
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2023/2024 Events Roundup
[last updated Jan 19, 2024]
[disclaimer: blog only created… Aug 29, 2023]
If there's an official promo, it'll be linked!
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SEPTEMBER
Sapphic September
Sicktember
Sintember
Smutember
Spanktember
OCTOBER
Angstober
Artober
Cringetober
Drawtober
Fictober
Flufftober
FungusTober
Goretober
Kinktober
OC-tober
Smutober
Whumptober
Witchtober
Weretober
NOVEMBER
National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo)
Artvember
Comfortember
Drawvember
Fluffvember
Huevember
Ohne-vember
Slowvember
Writevember
DECEMBER
AMonthOfWhump's Winter Whumperland
DadDecember
Decadencember
Drawcember
JANUARY '24
A January of Firsts
Gen-uary Fic Rec Fest
Januarty
Whumpuary
FEBRUARY
Fannish Fest February
Febuwhump
Femslash February
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A bit about me!
Hi guys, I’m Addri and this is my main tumblr. I mainly use it for fanfiction but I also reblog everything happening in my other blogs (for the most part)!
I use she/her pronouns!
My profile picture is my babygirl Cain via Picrew! She's the main character of my first book series, currently titled the Fae. If you want to hear about that head over to @addrianastarflower-og <3
I love interacting with you all, so asks are always open! Feel free to ping me in posts too, I promise you're not being annoying.
Other blogs:
OG work blog!! Please go check it out: @addrianastarflower-og
Events (focused on Father-figures): @daddecember
Links:
AO3 (see fandoms below: https://archiveofourown.org/users/AddrianaStarflower
Discord Server (please come hang out!!!): https://discord.gg/Nd4Fag7PjT
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Fandoms your will see content in here for: (in no particular order)
Trigun (all versions)
Voltron
Jujutsu Kaisen
Fablehaven
Bungo Stray Dogs
Violet Evergarden
Harry Potter (I don’t support JKR)
Steven Universe
Gravity Falls
My Hero Academia
Merlin
Genshin Impact
Spider-Man // some Marvel stuff
The Dragon Prince
Spy X Family
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something about shattered glass
(Ao3 link)
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Prompts: Obscure Dads Week 1 Day 6 (Kurogiri), Bad Things Happen Bingo (Restraining Bolt)
@badthingshappenbingo @daddecember
Words: 1557
Rating: T
Summary:
Kurogiri remembers his dreams perfectly. He also knows exactly when he is dreaming, and when he is awake. They are always the same: a conversation with a boy who is eternally seventeen.
Kurogiri sometimes wonders if it's unusual for him to be aware of when he's dreaming.
He's heard idle talk of "lucid dreaming," only in passing, in inane small talk that people make around the bar. They say it's about knowing when you're dreaming, and being able to influence your environment within the dream- but he's never known a time when he hasn't been aware of when he's dreaming and when he isn't. Maybe that's another thing that he should write off as another oddity caused by his unknown past, or "unusual" quirk.
He also has the same dream every night, with little variation. Is that unusual too, he wonders? Do others have different dreams? How do they keep track?
It's nothing too pressing, of course, and there's no use dwelling on it. It's an interesting question, something neutral that takes up his thoughts when there's nothing else to do.
He supposes that dreams are always odd, no matter who's having them. Maybe his own are that much more so, due to the circumstances around his brain and memories and everything. Amnesia may cause changes in dreams, changes in brain operation, personality, he knows this. The Doctor told him that when he awoke for the first time in his memory.
It was a long time ago, now; about fifteen years since Sensei found him, presumably saved him from some sort of awful conditions- he'd never asked about his past, even when he'd had the chance to. He's curious, of course, though not nearly to the extent that he sometimes thinks that he should be. He's been content where he is, serving drinks in his bar and raising Tomura into a good successor for Sensei's empire.
He doesn't think it's anything less than a fair trade, for him to serve the man who saved his life. He doesn't mind the work, and he is proud of some of the things that Tomura has grown to accomplish in his life now that he's grown up.
He thinks he used to hate it, though; something in him used to scream at the very idea of working for a villain, though he hasn't got the faintest idea why. He thinks that whatever incident caused the amnesia may have also had an effect on his moral compass- or perhaps that change has come with circumstance.
Something still irks him about doing the dirty work himself, though; he's rarely asked to dispose of anything untoward, but on the occasion that he is, he's always much more reluctant to comply. It's like something older than himself is fighting the very idea, like some other person inside of him is so violently against it that it affects the rest of his reasoning so heavily. No, no, he mans his bar and cares for his ward, anything other than that is... outside of his job description, shall he say.
At the moment, though, he merely provides transportation for Tomura and his operations, which he isn't nearly as opposed to as Sensei's, possibly because he views Tomura as being in his care, still, even though he is now a legal adult.
Kurogiri isn't doing any of that at the moment, though. He finishes wiping down the counter, and arranges the barstools on top of it, the same as he does every night; he looks over the room, making sure he hasn't missed anything, and flips the lights off. He's sure that Tomura is still wide awake in his room, but that's nothing of concern at the moment. He gets himself ready for bed, and merely raps on Tomura's bedroom door to remind him that it is getting late and time does, indeed, still pass when he plays his games.
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He is standing in a plain white room. In front of him is an equally white table, with two steaming mugs in front of the two chairs sitting opposite each other. He sits in the one on his right; the one on the left is already occupied.
"Shirakumo." He nods at the boy sitting across from him in the other chair, reaching out for the mug in front of him. He seems much calmer than he used to be, when they'd first met within this realm of sleep.
"Kurogiri." Shirakumo nods back, but does not make eye contact. He rarely does, now, this quiet avoidance having come with the calmness hard-won from time. Still, Kurogiri is glad that they are no longer coming to blows; his days are exciting enough, he does not need more conflict in his dreams.
"Any interesting crimes today?" Shirakumo asks with no small amount of venom, and Kurogiri knows that tonight will not be one of the pleasant nights. Sometimes, on occasion, he and Shirakumo have been able to get along; they haven't done so since before Tomura's USJ attack, but they did, once. He suspects that Shirakumo holds a grudge over his participation in that.
"Only if you count unlicensed quirk use. I threw some brawlers out of my bar, otherwise, no. Today has been quiet."
Shirakumo brings his mug to his lips, and says nothing. Kurogiri does the same.
It's tea, this time. Oolong. One of the few varieties that he dislikes. He suspects that it may have been Shirakumo's preferred variety.
"He's older than I was. He's older than I ever got to be. Why..." Shirakumo trails off, not sure in what he wants to ask other than "why?" He still isn't looking at Kurogiri, eyes trained on a random point to the side.
"Why was he so lucky?"
"No. I know he wasn't. Why am I still... why was I ever your equal? You spoke to me as a fellow adult, when nobody else did, even in life- you know what you are. You will always be older than me, always growing and changing, and I will always be the same."
Kurogiri puts his mug down. He'd been holding it for its warmth, but the question demands his full attention. It demands empty hands.
"Because you did not deserve this. To be me. I did not deserve to lose my memory, to wake up with only the knowledge that something had been done to me, but you had it worse. You did not deserve to die."
"I'm not dead. My body is alive. You would know."
"Yet you are as static as a ghost. You are aware of what I live through, what I do, and yet you can do nothing about it. You cannot even make me aware of your presence until I am asleep. I am sorry, Shirakumo, but though you may not be dead, you are as good as."
Shirakumo holds still, eerily so. He appears to be contemplating his answer, turning it over in his head. Finally, he asks, "Do you know? Do you know what you are?"
Kurogiri sighs, softly, and replies, "An experiment gone wrong, I think. An accident. I was found like this- "
"No you weren't."
It's not like Shirakumo to interrupt. He didn't do it even back in the beginning, when he was angry and grieving for himself and everyone else he didn't know the fates of. He would choose not to listen, of course, but never did he interrupt.
"I remember what you don't, Kurogiri. I should have asked you years ago, if you remembered, but I guess I'd just assumed that you did. I'm... I don't think I should tell you. Now that I know."
Kurogiri is quietly confused. Just what could be so bad that Shirakumo feels the need to hide it from him?
"Very well. I was not found like this, then. Am I to assume that the Doctor had a hand in me, then? Sensei, perhaps?"
Shirakumo traces the edge of his mug with a finger, mulling over the questions. "... Yes. They did. I won't go into detail about it."
"... It does no good to dwell on the past."
"It doesn't, you're right."
"Still. I feel this information will be useful in the future. For Tomura."
Shirakumo's head darts up, looking Kurogiri in the eyes for the first time in a very long while. "Just what are you planning on doing? Why would he benefit from this?"
"It is always good to know who to trust, and who not to. He is as close to a son as any can get, Shirakumo. I will not put him in danger that can be avoided."
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Kurogiri sits bolt upright in his bed, the dream having come to a sudden and unceremonious end.
The clock still shows the time as being in the early hours of the morning, when neither he nor Tomura would normally be awake just yet. That's quite alright, in his opinion- it gives him enough time to prepare.
He knows that Sensei and the Doctor are planning something to do with Tomura. It has to do with encouraging him to kidnap one of the students in the UA Sports Festival, though he doubts that any particular student matters more than another.
He does not think that he wants this plan to come to pass.
It will be difficult, of course, to convince Tomura to abandon Sensei; more difficult still to hide the both of them. He will try it, though, because though Tomura is not technically his own, he is in all the ways that matter.
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BNHA Fandom Calendar: May 7 - 13
Character/ship weeks, etc:
@bnhararepairhub has Deku/Momo week 7- 13 May
@daddecember, an obscure dads prompt week is 15 - 21 May
Zine sales/preorders:
EXTENDED: Strawberry Kisses, a Kirishima/Mina zine (closing 14 May)
Wintertide, a winter au zine (closing 15 May)
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Heres @daddecember fic number two!!
hope y'all enjoy!! dont mind how bad I am with titles
#daddecember#daddecember2023#sfw#mha#bnha#dadmight#dadmight fluff#dadmight fanfiction#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#izuku midoriya#midoriya izuku#yagi toshinori#toshinori yagi#all might#mha midoriya#mha fanfic#mha fanfiction#bnha fanfiction#fluff#snow#winter#snowed in#dogwaterwrites
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Dad December - Day Seven: "Blizzard."
*A rare dadmight one shot from me :D!!
Summary: A snowball fight turns sour when All Might gives Izuku a concussion.
word count: 1,286
@daddecember
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It’s a few days into Christmas break. A blizzard hit last night, leaving the ground covered in a thick layer of snow, blanketing everything in sight. Almost everyone in class 1-A has gone home. Everyone except Izuku, who’s on lockdown because of All for One and Shigaraki.
Thankfully, he’s allowed to go home from Christmas Eve to Christmas Day, provided All Might comes with him. But that’s a thin comfort when he’s forced to endure the brunt of the break alone.
At least he has All Might, Eri, and Mr. Aizawa.
His mentor and him stand across from each other. They eye one another. Izuku’s fingers twitch. He only has one shot at this. If he messes up….
Izuku pulls his arm back, and using a touch of One for All’s power, slings the snowball at All Might.
“Oh, it’s on!” His mentor shouts, dodging to the side.
Eri and Mr. Aizawa are taking a nap, so All Might’s in charge of watching him. Though, Izuku hates the term. It feels like he’s a little kid again, with none of the benefits of actually being a child. He knows the adults ordered the extra protection to keep him safe, but…..
Izuku lunges to the ground, rolling out of the way. He gets a faceful of snow for his efforts, but none of All Might’s hits land.
He shakes the snow off his face. That was too close. He can’t afford to lose focus. His mentor is the best of the best. All Might didn’t stay number one for decades by being mediocre.
Heavy footfalls approach him from behind. Frantically, Izuku grabs fistfuls of snow. The cold has started to seep into his gloves-the gloves his mother lovingly knitted and gifted him last Christmas-numbing his fingertips.
The footsteps stop. Before Izuku can say or do anything, a tightly packed snowball is lugged at his head. It feels heavier than a balled-up pile of snow, and Izuku hears a thud after it lands. Pain radiates from the back of his skull all the way down to his spinal cord.
Izuku falls face first into the snow. His face hurts from the cold, but his head hurts more.
All Might stands above him, laughing goodnaturedly. A large hand wipes the excess snow off Izuku’s jacket. “My boy?” He asks, voice as reassuring as always. Even in immense amounts of pain, Izuku can’t help his inner fanboy from freaking out. He still can’t get over that All Might- the All Might-calls him-plain old, useless, Deku-“my boy.”
“M’ h’d hur’s,” Izuku says, words muffled and slurred.
In a blink of an eye, Izuku is lifted out of the snow. All Might puts him on his own two feet, steadying him with his hands on Izuku’s shoulders.
The world is moving too fast for Izuku to comprehend the worried, almost frantic questions that his mentor is throwing at him. He blinks slowly, trying to think through the pain.
(C’mon, Izuku, you’ve been through worse. No way a small hit to the back of the head-with snow of all things-is going to be the thing that takes you down.)
Izuku forces himself to smile.
“Young Midoriya, you don’t look well. I should take you to the infirmary.”
Nausea wells up in Izuku. He feels off balanced, untethered. But his need to reassure those around him superseeds his need to pass out. He smiles again, giving All Might a thumbs-up for good measure.
“‘m fine, Allll Mighttt. Jus’ need to si-” Izuku falls straight into All Might’s arms.
-x-x-x-
When he comes to, staring at the tiled ceiling of the infirmary (a place he’s come to see as a third home of sorts), All Might is sitting next to his bedside. Seeing that Izuku’s awake, All Might gives him a smile. But the worried, slightly panicked look in his eyes gives him away.
“How are you feeling?”
“Good.” He rubs the back of his head. “A little sore. What happened?”
All Might shifts in his seat.
Recovery Girl answers for him. “Mister Plus Ultra over here went a little too beyond and gave you a concussion.” Even though her words aren’t directed at Izuku, he still cringes back. “Having a snowball fight,” she sighs, exasperated. “Of all things to get injured doing.”
Izuku and All Might both bow their heads, ashamed (and a little afraid of the little old lady scolding them).
“Well…what’s done is done. And I’m just glad it’s not more broken bones.” She turns her full attention to Izuku. “Now, you. Take some Tylenol and rest up. All Might or Aizawa will wake you up every three hours to make sure you’re still breathing. My quirk healed most of the injury, but there might still be some tenderness.”
Izuku laughs nervously. “I’m not dying, right?” He looks at his mentor.
“Of course not. Just routine, and it’s the least that one over there can do.” She points her cane at All Might. “One last thing before I release you.”
“Yeah?”
“Please, be careful. The last thing I want is for you to miss going home, because you two decided that sticking a fork in an outlet was a good idea.”
“Okay, sorry.”
“Sorry,” All Might echoes. “I’ll be more careful next time.”
“No.” Recovery Girl gives them a stern look. She points her cane at Izuku and then at All Might. “No more snowball fights until after Christmas. I’m going to be off campus for the next week. So, I need you two to be on your best behavior.”
They nod.
-x-x-x-
When Izuku is finally excused, All Might gives him a piggyback ride to the dorms. He can tell the man feels really bad about giving him a concussion and tries his best to make All Might feel better about the whole thing.
“It didn’t really hurt that bad,” Izuku says, holding tightly to his mentor. “I’m pretty sure Kacchan’s hit me worse.”
All Might pauses. “What?”
“Ah…I mean, I’m just saying I’ve been hit in the head harder than that. Kind of funny that all it took to get a concussion was some snow. Right?” He laughs, but All Might doesn’t laugh along.
He continues to the dorms, oddly quiet.
“All Might? Are you okay?” He asks once they reach the dorms. His mentor gently shrugs Izuku off his back.
“Yeah, sorry. It’s been a long day.”
Izuku studies him. He might not be the most intelligent, strong, or cunning. But he does know when someone���s hurting. “You know, I was really dreading this break. With everyone being gone and the threat of war hanging over our heads, but you found a way to make it fun. I…didn’t feel as homesick as I expected. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is, thank you.” He smiles at the ground.
Strong arms bring him into a hug. All Might squeezes him tight. A dopey smile on his face. He pulls away but places his hands on Izuku’s shoulders. “I know how lonely the holidays can get. Back then, we didn’t have dorms. But I can recall overhearing my classmates’ plans for Christmas, and knowing that no matter how hard I work, nothing would bring my family back.”
“Where did you go?”
“I lived with Nana for a majority of my time at U.A. But the point I’m getting at is that I understand how lonely you must feel right now. This arrangement really isn’t fair to you.”
“I’m just thankful we can go home for Christmas Eve.” All Might’s eyes widen, and for a second Izuku thinks he overstepped. But then All Might smiles at him, bringing him in for another tight squeeze.
“Me too, kid. Me too.”
#daddecember#daddecember2023#sfw#cross posted on ao3#mha all might#dadmight#midoriya izuku#no.7#blizzard
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Tap tap tap.
Afternoon, even without lights or clocks in the white room, it was something she learned to count long before there were warm metal that would burn any other person.
When little laughter and little feet ran around her while chores were to be done.
Rei summoned ice to her fingertips, resting the points on her face, frost forming fast from the three points touching the numb skin, a clogged misty sigh was let out before she let go of her quirk, feeling the warm in her wrists itch like when she had to clean up the rafters of her family house full of dust.
It was a theory that someone in the walls of this "eternal" prison controled dust, that's why the vigilance with cleaning, but Rei could only think of the times all alone in a mansion too big for just four people, so vigilance against bunnies of dust and stains hurried away the boredom.
And as cause of stains, she doubted they would trust any prisoner here. At least not be dumb enough to repeat such mistake if there was before.
Tap Tap Tap.
Her nails were long, before, she would recoil and seek a trimmer immediately, now? Rei doesn't mind, more surface area to spread sharp icecles, but something in this put her in a pensive mood.
Tap Tap Ta-
Noise exploded over, startling Rei, explosions? but there was no vibration in the walls and floors-
Other now, one more, quick on her feet, Rei strained the chain with coords to the front of the cell, black privacy window blacked out most things, but Rei could squint movement and shape into the main hall of their level wing, something was happening, another riot? no, there wasn't something in here that could-
This time, the noise rumbled with vibration, a true explosion that scrapped the outer layed of the glass, scratchy and blurry, but Rei could see into the hall, could see the forms that were swiftly moving around cells, looking for something.
Blinking, realisation fell as Rei noticed, they were the same size of when she meet dear Keigo, this were children moving around like a organized militia party, her heart ached, echoes of phamton laughter ringing in her ears when she reached out, placing a hand against the window.
Her breath hitched, one form separated from the other children in her mind, blue form adorned with ring of wings accompanied by faint glowing horns reminiscent of a broken halo, that covered his face but let his white hair free.
Rei remebers, long memory that was almost worlds away from this ring of hell of her own, a silly story about ringed angels and putting her boy to sleep
The boy she and Endeavour doomed from the start.
Rei pushed a ragged breath in before her quirk bloomed, freezing the glass and beyond that, air dropping humidity to form crystals from point zero, making her breath mist again, but she maintained it, even with her fingers turning blue and the shakles letting out steam that scratched her skin, she couldn't stop.
Shouto knew what it would turn out, he saw Rei do it dozens of times, he would know with the full petals open.
One more moment, and Rei knew it was finished, she held her hands against her chest, blue and frostbite making her hands twitch with the fingers and nubs she had in calous hands.
One more noise without vibrations, and the door fell down to her cell.
"Mom." Was uthered shakily, his mask didn't cover his eyes anymore, and the last of her beating heard shattered seeing the scarred top head, the unfocused eyes she caused.
Rei couldn't do much besides the weak smile to her dear boy. "Hi Shoto. Oh how you have grown..."
He took steady steps, concentration in his face to be near her and reach out to Rei, his hands shook in the air before she took it in her own.
"It's actually you."
Her eyes watered, and weak chuckles spilled from her throat, she brought her hand to his check. "It is. I am so so sorry love. I always knew you were my smart boy Shoto."
He shook his head, shoulders also trembling as he grinded his teeth before speaking up. "No! No don't be sorry. It's not fully your fault! Stop. Please."
She wanted to bit her tongue at the imediate comeback to continue the guilt and apology, but Rei only held her breath, letting it go and bringing his face nearer, kissing his forehead, she breathed in the smell of sweetness and clean out of his hair before sepparating, a smile starting to dot her face.
"Ok. Ok. How bout we get out of here, my smart boy?."
He nodded, quickly turning to the shackles and chains and breaking with ice and fire in his hands, Rei took his hand as the two got out of the peacefull soundproof cell to the chaos of alarm bells and a group acting as a unit and still shouting at each other at every opportunity.
Shouto fixed his mask before also shouting out. "GROUND ZERO. IM GRABBING A EXTRA."
"FINE. YOURE THE ONE FEEDING THEM THOUGH!" The orange one responded, and Rei was already confused, but grabbing her child hand still, Rei could take confident steps with them, could turn the page of this horrible chapter of her life.
Day four of @daddecember
#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha au#bnha#my hero academia au#mha#boku no hero academia au#mha au#mod boreal#mod asphodel#asphodel angels au#asphodel angels#daddecember2023#daddecember
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Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi clocks on for a 24 hour on call shift and is immediately confronted with the fact that his coworkers are incapable of being normal, and that he is far more likely to do irrational things than even Eraserhead could have predicted.
in other words I love the idea of baby Tenko
This is yesterday's prompt from @daddecember 's Obscure Dad Week event! [I write slower sorry :(] There's tons of cool material on there already so be sure to check it out!
#my hero academia#obscure dads week 1#daddecember events#boku no hero academia#mha#bnha#fanfic#mha fic recs#bnha fic recs#tenko shimura#detective tsukauchi#i had to shovel the cat guy in there#it would be a crime if i didn't
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