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katsukikitten · 1 year

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Bakugou Katsuki wasn't supposed to fall in love.

He long ago claimed it wasn't for him and he sure as hell wasn't supposed to fall in love with his neighbor in a shitty apartment complex after a suspension, more like a fucking exile, to the United States.

The argument and reprimanding fresh in his mind even after the grueling fourteen hour red eye. He was the only man awake on the plane, leg shaking as he hates anything that puts him in a position to trust someone else.

"I told you, he was in my fucking blind spot!" Bakugou shouts for the fourth time and the head of the hero commission shakes her head.

"So you didn't see him. What if he was a civilian? You nearly killed him. The public demands consequences."

"Since when do you give a fuck about my public image?" Bakugou snarls, staring her down. One eye a clouded garnet and the other a burning ember, "Ya sure had a good time trying to show off my disability. Cause the hero commission is so fuckin inclusive."

"Kaachan."

"Shut the fuck Deku!" Bakugou snarls, facing the mop of green curls, fisting the man's shirt. He hadn't lost his cool like this in nearly a decade but everything was grating to the nearly thirty year old. Especially today.

The pair, despite being the top heroes of Japan, were in over their heads when the syndicate they were breaking up had an unexpected ace up their sleeve. Temporary quirk silencers and strong ones at that. The hit Izuku who normally flanks Bakugou's now 'weaker' flank. And when someone much smaller than Izuku stepped into his blind spot his quirk acted out on its own. Igniting from the scar tissue on his arm and hitting the random Yakuza point blank in the face.

"Enough! I would be thanking Izuku if I were you. He's the reason you haven't been formally asked to step down. He's the one who found a happy middle ground. You're to train with a Hero in the states, if she sees improvement within two years you'll come back to Japan to continue your career. If not then you'll have to hang up your grenade belt for good."

"Yea cause sending me where the crime rate is practically tripled sounds like a great fuckin idea."

"Shitty fucking Deku." He hisses to himself as he grips harshly at his luggage, the plastic starting to melt from his grip.

He looks up at the apartment complex he's meant to stay in. It's worse for ware and every window on the first to the third floor has iron bars aside from the ones lucky enough to be snug against a rusted out fire escape.

He can feel it already. The eyes, all the fucking eyes that greedily drink in his cloudy eye and deep fissures that snake from his finger tips around his wrist and thick forearm. Dancing along the curve of his elbow and the veins of his shoulders. Even into his hairline, damaging it so deep that his sideburn never did grow back, his ear still gaged but the cartilage at the top split and jagged.

But eyes always lingered on how it branched up his throat, splashing onto his cheek stopping just before his nose but reaching the edge of his eyebrow.

He was considered a handsome man, once.

Eyes that burn him like a brand and he follows the weight of the gaze to a kid, a little boy. Patience far too thin he bares his teeth before growling out in perfect English.

"Fuck ya lookin?" The kid rounds the corner again, choking a sob before Bakugou lugs his one suitcase into the rotting complex. Taking the stairs, since there were only stairs, letting his big hero combat boots sink into the damp carpet. Each step brings a fresh waft of mildew to his nostrils, further souring his mood with each floor he rises.

"No tenant's laws in this bitch?" He growls in his mother tongue, agitated.

Getting to the sixth floor of the old brick building sandwiched between two identical dying residences. Finding his door 6C by the ware of the wood alone, the letter and number had long since fallen out of the stripped holes in the door.

He fishes in his pocket for the key, trying to shove it in. He flips it around once, twice, back to the original position and the goddamn thing won't fit. His palm pressed to the thin wooden door, the wood smoking from his touch and he has half a mind to blow the goddamn door off it's cheap hingest. It wouldn't take much.

Hell he was sure he could just open it with one rough shove of his shoulder and the door would fall flat into the foyer, if there even was one.

"Oh. Door trouble?" You've snuck up on him, on his right side in his goddamn blind spot and he turns just as his quirk hisses and pops to life. Caramel scents the air and his black skull shirt sleeve is fried.

"Ah M sorry." You smile sheepishly, "I don't mean to sneak up on you. Bad habit. I'm your neighbor, 6D."

You give him your name and he forgets it before you even finish shoving out the syllables. Snarling at you with disgust but his animosity either doesn't bother you or it went over your head.

"Do you mind?" You don't give him time to answer as you slip the key from his right hand with ease, ignoring the hot to touch metal of it before you wiggle the key in. Shimming it just right, listening with your perked ear and jiggling the handle, lifting before hitting the door with your shoulder.

A soft oof leaves your pretty lips and Bakugou's chest tightens. He's about to berate you out of habit until you turn around, opening the door wider for him without stepping over the threshold.

"Welcome home.♡" You say it so sweetly that it costs his tongue, dripping down the back of his throat where it forms into an unexpected lump.

He can't remember the last time he'd been welcome home by anything other than an angry reporter or a screaming cellphone demanding answers for his actions. His correct actions.

Because the fuck did those dumb ass pencil pushers know when it came to being out in the field?

Jack fuckin shit that's what they knew.

That's why he was standing in the USA, in the middle of winter, in one of the coldest fucking states and biggest fucking cities.

Why he was standing in this apartment that reeked of cheap cigarettes.

Why he was standing in this hallway, facing a woman he'd nearly blown up by accident, daydreaming about you opening that door every day for the rest of his hellish 730 days.

Swallowing thickly, unable to alleviate the tightness of his throat forcing him to grunt out "Thanks."

Shoulder checking you as he shoves into his apartment. But you were in a city full of rude assholes, so your neighbor being one would be no surprise.

"See ya around, hot head."

Bakugou slams the door on your words and it rattles the whole floor from the force. Dark eyes boring holes into the dingy, nicotine stained walls.

Kitchen, small and open to the living area, a sagging couch and groaning refrigerator. Katsuki was sure the oven being simply plugged in was a fire hazard on its own. Hardwood floors were thin, showing scuffed nail heads indicating it had been sanding three times too many in a poor attempt to save money and a portion stained a suspicious ruddy brown in a massive organic shape.

The bedroom and bathroom were no better, cleaned in a rush if at all and on the window sill there is a fresh coat of white paint forever trapping dead flies in the latex.

"What the fuck…" He swore he'd find a convenience store, getting cleaning supplies among other things but first he needed to lie down. Exhaustion hits him as he thinks of how difficult it was going to be to find another apartment and to break this lease. This place being the only complex with a last minute opening and for an astronomical price just for it to be another shit hole in his life.

He doesn't even bother with the stained mattress, picking it up and shoving it into the hallway to lean against the other, knowing full well all of this furniture was found the same god damn way. Shoved in and dressed up for shoddy pictures with half the view of the room blocked my wrinkled white finger tips.

He throws his two towels on the floor of the bedroom, using his bag for a pillow getting the worst sleep of his fucking life.

Even worse than when he and Deku had to share a single sleeping bag on an undercover mission in the middle of a snow storm.

But not before he orders absolutely everything that he can to make this place semi liveable, even if he didn't think he'd be here more than a month.

Morning comes with the loud slam of a door and a heated argument, making him sit straight up, both palms burning bright orange. Remnants of his dreams that always lead him astray.

Of eighteen years ago, his puncture scars ache from the memory before the one along his face and arm grows numb. Tingling numb and yet it feels as if fire ants let their pinchers sink into his tender flesh and root around in his eye socket.

Before the one on his sternum heats, expanding as he takes a deep calming breath making the cartilage crack from the inhale. It does little to qualm it and he just cracks his neck, forever used to waking up with adrenaline in his veins, threatening to explode his fragile heart.

The thought makes his stomach churn, normally a cold shower would do him good but the idea of standing under the stagnant shower head made it far worse. Skin crawling as he rises to grab supplies for his apartment before his evening would be eaten up by whoever the hell he was meeting.

His phone chiming with a reminder of unread messages, several in the group chat of well wishes and hoping you made it before he replies.

Fuck all of you.

He locks his phone after putting it on do not disturb before killing his entire morning, getting almost lost in a city very much like his home.

He's thankful he was studious growing up. That he can read and speak English well. His face covered in a mask and his spiky blonde hair shoved under a dark beanie makes navigating the city after one missed stop easy.

People left him well enough alone and he found his way back to his apartment on the first try. Most would call it luck but Bakugou would call it skill. Obsessive observation more like it.

Scrubbing at the hardwood and apartment felt as if he was scrubbing away the grime that stuck to the edges of his mind. Some parts of the floor he could get so shiny they reflected his own smug scarred smirk and others, like that blotchy stain, blood stain, just wouldn't come out no matter how hard he tried.

No matter what solution or tool he used.

Nothing worked, leaving him frustrated, covered in flaking wood stain and smelling like rust.

He checks his phone to see his shipments will be late and growls, asking himself what's the point of scheduling a time before he showers and heads out again.

The rundown warehouse he finds himself in front of gives him a dreadful sense of deja vu. As if he's transported back to yesterday, standing outside the apartment complex. He can feel eyes on him again, to the right of him.

But he knows no one is around, nothing but a stray cat that runs away from the old building to chase the flock of seagulls.

He double checks the address in the email sent from the hero commission and rolls his eyes. Shoving his hands with his phone in his pockets as he figured they let some lacky type out the address instead of concerning themselves with the hot head anymore.

He's about to turn on his heel and leave when the metal door swings open.

Curiosity was a deadly thing.

Slinking in, quiet as a cat, despite his brash and bold quirk. Having learned the hard way that sometimes subtlety is the only way. His eye adjusts quickly to the dark, sunlight bleeding in through the rotted roof and the windows that weren't boarded up. His ears perk as he listens, willing his heart to quiet and slow before that odd sensation settles in his bones. Hairs standing on end as if something were breathing on his neck.

But the puff of air never comes.

They say your body always knows when someone lays eyes on you, even when you're asleep.

It only took Bakugou losing one of his eyes to believe it.

Someone was standing in his blind spot.

Instinctively he turns, over and over in a circle and nothing ever comes into sight. He cannot hear what is there and he cannot see it but he knows something stands right outside his field of vision.

Like trying to meet face to face with the shadows that only grow in the corner of one's eye and when you look directly at it is when it disappears.

Sure as he's fucking breathing someone loomed and stalked just within reach although fully out of sight.

Each turn clenches his jaw tighter and tighter. More and more pent up anger as his hand glows on its own.

Once known as the best in the game for quirk control was now actively, and often, experiencing quirk failure.

He hears a pillar crack and then another and another until he's standing in the middle of the room with groaning concrete slabs compromised long before he came in.

"Fuck." He hisses, watching the trap reveal itself in real time before the building caved in from its own weight.

Subconsciously Bakugou knew there was symbolism in here somewhere. It felt a lot like he did, holding up a crumbling career for what he didn't know.

He only had his mother and father as family. His friends were successful and no longer needed his help in anything aside from maybe dating advice. Which was stupid, Bakugou was always the one getting broken up with but in his defense he didn't even know they were dating. He always assumed they knew he needed nothing more than to get his dick wet.

As the building collapses he sends out small bursts to keep himself from getting crushed and from sending debris flying out within a ten mile radius.

It's only when the dust settles does he feel someone in his blind spot again, except this time they step out of it before he can react.

"Let fear and anger be a source of power without consuming you." A woman shorter than him and only five or so years older, stood before him. Long graying hair placed up in a neat, smooth bun, contrasting against her dark jumpsuit. More notably are her milky eyes that hold onto his gaze without seeing anything at all.

Her demeanor and voice make his scars burn. Makes him think back of his first therapist he had to see twice a week until he was 22 to keep his gnawing anger in check.

The very one that laid at his feet in the form of bent rebar and heavy concrete.

"Fuck was that?" He dusts off his shoulders, "If I wanted vague advice I could have read it in a fuck all subreddit."

She says nothing, just listens to him shuffle as he moves around, knowing exactly where he is from the sound and the feel of her bare feet on the solid concrete floor.

"And how much is this fuckin building gonna cost me?" He growls to himself, only the third he's EVER unintentionally damaged. His first day as a hero in America already wasn't looking so great.

"Nothing."

"Haaah, ya get brick and mortar blasted into your ears? Buildings don't cost nothing."

"Normally yes, it would cost something. Even one as dilapidated as this. But the city had plans to tear it down, I just saved them money on the explosives." She smiles, knowing that now Katsuki would catch on. She read his file, the braille didn't lie, he was quick to catch on but faster to temper.

"So you knew I'd blow this shit hole to hell?" He snarls, hates being so predictable, it was as good as being fuckin stupid when it came to a fight.

"I did. Your file said you react when people stand in your blind spot. Why is that?"

"Isn't that fucking obvi-" His complaint dies in his throat when his gaze meets hers.

"You've had more than a decade to adjust, in fact it was as if you hadn't even lost vision in your right eye when you got out of the hospital. Only those close to you could see it bothered you."

"Yea like fucking who?"

"Like Izuku and Kirishima. Although it was subtle then it seems to be a bigger issue now. More than it was when the injury was fresh." A tremor of rage runs through his thick frame, his mind bringing him back to putting the stinging eye drops into his dying eye, hoping he could keep some semblance of vision but soon those blurry blobs faded into nothing but inky black.

He can practically feel the stinging now, and the gauze pulling at his fresh skin, of the fish scales they tried to use to help with the decay.

How the doctors murmured they might have to amputate his crushed and twisted arm, sedating him after his violent outburst. Unwilling to give up half his quirk so young.

Although some could argue a misfiring arm was far more dangerous than a little chrome.

He scoffs, looking down at his right palm from what was at one point his non dominant eye.

"So fuckin what. I'm Dynamight. I always bounce back." He lets the I have to lodge in his throat.

"Hmm so they say." She hums, tapping her foot twice before she speaks again, "You're a good size you know with a great range. Not to mention your sixth sense is phenomenal for someone who shoves things down."

"I don't shove shit down."

"Then why do you explode? Why does it seem that your fresh nitroglycerin is at half life? So volatile so quickly." She presses on when he doesn't speak, "You know I wasn't always blind either. My quirk grew in strength at the price of my sight, however it seems your body is more adaptable than mine. Your hearing is excellent despite the deafening explosions you create but you never know when that could be lost. So your homework is-"

"Homework?" He interrupts, turning to face her before he feels something in his blind spot again, turning quickly to be greeted with a hissing cat from his sudden movement. Back arched and swiping before it runs off.

"Yes, homework."

"M here to do hero work." He stalks closer to her, standing well within her personal space.

"No, you're here to heal." She doesn't even flinch, just tilts her head up towards him out of habit to keep eye contact.

"Cut this sappy bullshit. This ain't a Hallmark movie where I come to a new country. Get yet another fucking mentor that talks to me in riddles that I somehow get and then fall in love with my next door neighbor." He growls, "Wake up this is fuckin reality. I'm here to do hero shit, you're here to send me back in three months."

She laughs at that, "Three months is impossible even for you, overachiever."

He glares down at her, holding his breath to count down from ten and then up when his temper still burns in his veins.

"Your homework will be to listen. Not with your ears but-" She taps her finger over his old scar that sits over his heart, "Here."

Bakugou thought it was a bunch of bullshit. Listen to his body? His fucking heart? Didn't she hear of him before? The media was sure to remind Bakugou that he was nothing but a heartless, selfish asshole. So what the fuck was listening to his heart going to do?

But what other choice does Bakugou have?

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader

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pervysenpaix · 2 years

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Definitely still on hiatus but Yakuzu!Deku will not leave my mind so I have to share this concept.

18+NSFW|MDNI tw!Aged Up, Yandere themes, Dancer!YN

Izuku leans back into the cushions—legs spread wide and leisurely sipping the drink that he swirls in his hand. The drink is smooth, and it burns going down. He can feel the rosy flush on his cheeks and exposed chest—the top half of his dress shirt is buttoned allowing a sliver of his freckled pecs to peek through. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows revealing muscular arms and rough hands hardened from years of “persuasive interviewing” methods taught by his mentor, and former Yakuza boss, Toshinori Yagi, better known as “AllMight”. Deku flexes his long fingers, the diamonds on his gold rings and watch shimmering in the ambient green mood lighting and taps the rim of his glass. He should really be paying to the ravings of his right-hand man, and best friend, Katsuki but he just can’t seem to focus.

But how could anyone expect him to be tuned into some routine business meeting when he was gazing upon what had to be the most magnificent creature in all existence. You were perfect—in every since of the word. A plump voluptuous figure that put all his other dancers to shame, moving captivatingly with each twist and whine of your hips. Skin rich with melanin and smooth as the silk lingerie that clung to your frame. A face so breathtakingly beautiful that it’d make angels weep. And your eyes… Your eyes were the best part because layers of mystery hid beneath those cold, dead looking orbs that evoked a level of sensuality that shouldn’t be possible.

You didn’t want to be here; any fool could see that. You weren’t like the other girls—all doe eyed and syrupy smiled, pushing up on Izuku and his lieutenants in attempts to gain their favor. No, you were here to do a job and that’s it. Barely even spared him a second glance while the rest of the club was in a frenzy whenever they came in for “family meetings”. God, he wanted to know more about you—no, he needed to know more about you. If he had to go another day without clutching your pulpy flesh, or running his tongue over your pulse, or listening to the sweet sounds of your voice chanting his name like a prayer while he embedded himself in your womb, he'd probably lose go insane. He’d open you up—mind, body, and soul; Izuku would replace that dead look in your eyes with pure bliss that could only be produced by his touch. Yes, he wanted you, but he wanted you to need him. Wanted you to cry out to the heavens and declare him your god while his cock speared your insides and stretched your core. And when your cunny was bruised and pulsating from overstimulation, he’d paint your walls white, pumping cum so deep into your pussy that your tummy bulged. Then he’d lay you down, legs spread wide and eat—

“Oi, Deku! You listenin’ idiot?” The blonde snaps, startling the man from his fantasy. If this was anyone else, he would’ve probably shot him point blank, but this was his best friend, so he gave him a closed eyed smile while discreetly adjusting his growing bulge. “Of course, Kacchan. Please continue” His voice was as light as cheery as ever but there was a tinge of something darker that went unnoticed by almost everyone.

Almost.

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queenangst · 2 months

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Fandom Trumps Hate 2024: My Hero Academia!

Bidding for @fandomtrumpshate 2024 opens this Tuesday, March 5th at 8am ET! There are 22 creators this year offering BNHA fanworks!

Fandom Trumps Hate is an online multi-fandom auction of fanworks, to benefit progressive nonprofits. For more information about FTH, check out their blog.

So, before bidding starts, here's a roundup of all the BNHA offerings this year! This is a summary and not comprehensive. To see the offerings in full, check out the BNHA fanworks tag.

Not interested in BNHA? No problem! There are plenty of other fandoms, and fan offerings. Check them out here.

Podfics

Potato_pods (AO3) - 10-20k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Dabihawks, open to a lot of pairings/themes.

Fanart

Domoz (Art blog) @domoz - Banner, Book cover, Comic, Drawing/painting/etc, minimum bid $5.

Fanfiction

Ace (AO3) - 20-50k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Angst, whump, emotional h/c, trauma exploration/recovery/bonding, mental health issues

Tierfal (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: EndHawks and TodoBaku; EndHawks+Jeanist or TDBKDK. Lighthearted action-heavy stuff, also angst, AUs, or pretty much anything.

Blackat_t7t (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: M/M or gen fic. Angst and h/c, canon divergent AUs. Anything focused on All Might or Deku.

Blindinglights (AO3) - Offering 2 BNHA works. 10-20k and 5-10k words. Especially interested in: KiriBaku, BakuDeku, ShinBaku, TodoBaku, KiriDeku, KiriKami, ShinKami, BakuKami, KiriBakuDeku, TodoBakuDeku, Todo/Deku, ShinBakuDeku, ShinKiriBaku, ShinBakuKami, and KiriTodoBakuDeku, SeroRoki. AUs (college, coffee shop/cafe, camboy/porn star, "and they were roommates", villain AUs, yakuza, vampires, etc; I love AUs!), enemies to lovers, break up/getting back together, friends to lovers, single parent/kidfic, omegaverse, dub-con, incest, angst (with a happy ending), online dating/blind dates, fake dating, pro heroes, mind break, canon, and age gaps.

Wander_wren (AO3) @wander-wren - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Izuku, Bakugou, Shinsou, Hawks, Dabi, Todoroki, Sero, and Kirishima; multiships. Trauma and trauma recovery, heavy angst with hurt/comfort. Canon or no-powers AUs, Omegaverse and BDSM AUs. Established relationships and platonic/found family-esque dynamics.

Roxi2star (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Tododeku, Kiribaku, Shinkami, Dabihawks, TDBKDK

Achievingelysium (AO3) @queenangst - Hey, that's me! Less than 5k, minimum bid $10. Especially interested in: Whump, H/C, emotional, healing, coming-of-age and new adult. Found family, friendship, characters taking care of each other. Monster-of-the-week/mission-fics, epistolary, identity, canon divergence, future fic, ambiguous relationships, slice of life. Dadmight, platonic BKDK, Dekusquad, Class A girls, Class A.

Starburstsunshine (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5.

Jane (AO3) - less than 5k words, minimum bid $10. Especially interested in: BakuTodo. Also any of Kirishima, Iida, Ochako & Deku; Kaminari, Jirou, Sero and Kirishima; Shinsou/Monoma; Momo/Kendou; Iida/Sero; Iida/Shouto, Natsuo/Hawks & Aizawa/All Might. Love all platonic dynamics.

One-fandom-became-all-fandoms (AO3) @one-fandom-became-all-fandoms - 1k words per $10 bid, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: (Romantic): BakuDeku, BakuTodo, TodoDeku, BakuTodoDeku, ShinKami, KiriKami, EraserMic, MomoJirou. (Platonic): Most other pairings. Gen/No pairings, poly-ships, non-hetero ships, BDSM, voyeurism/exhibitionism.

Quillifer (AO3) - Less than 5k, minimum bid $10. Mature and/or Explicit works. Non-traditional omegaverse and genderbending.

Luna_SelfIndulgentKitten (AO3) - Offering 2 BNHA works. 1k minimum for every $10, minimum bid $5.

Helix_Stomper (AO3) - 20-50k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: queer romance/ship fics, angst with a happy ending, misunderstandings, pining, idiots to lovers, genfic. Dadzawa with Quirkless/Vigilante Izuku. Most BNHA queer ships; Bakugou or Aizawa focused. Class 1A bonding, Pro Hero AUs, etc.

Yikesohdear (AO3) @livelikeheroes - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Character/relationship studies (including platonic relationships!), Canon-adjacent AUs, slice of life, angst and hurt/comfort

Ternary (AO3) @ternaryflower53 - Less than 5k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: queer, ace&aro, and disability themes. Trauma recovery and emotional hurt/comfort. Dadzawa adopting someone, Quirkless Midoriya and exploring quirk(less) discrimination in fic. Fave ships: Midoriya/Todoroki, Midoriya/Shinsou, or those three as an OT3.

FillyBoy (AO3) - Less than 5k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Dark tropes, SFW, NSFW, Fluff.

Juurensha (AO3) @juurensha - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Interesting and unique AU's, Romantic Comedy situations, rarepairs, side characters being fleshed out. Dabi/Hawks, Todoroki/Izuku, Shigaraki/Natsuo, Todofam without Endeavor, Rei/Inko, Shinsou/Iida

Lydia (AO3) - Less than 5k words, minimum bid $15. Especially interested in: Fantasy or College Alternate Universes, and tend to drift from established canon a lot. Found families and romantic relationships as well.

AzzaBynes @azzabynes - Fan poetry. Less than 5k words, minimum bid $10. Especially interested in: Symbolism, neurodivergence (particularly autism, ADHD, OCD, and touch aversion), coping mechanisms, in-universe politics, asexuality/aromanticism, worldbuilding, pairings with interesting narrative consequences (for example, Bakugo/Midoriya has more narrative consequences than Iida/Midoriya, but it's not a hard line), angst with a happy ending

DarkTenshi17 (AO3) - Offering 2 BNHA works. 5-10k, minimum bid $5.

#fth #fth 2024 #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #this took a long time i salute the fth mods for doing the WHOLE thing lol #if anything is massively incorrect lmk but for all details please refer to the actual offerings!

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shingekinohyrulewrites · 27 days

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Friend or Foe ?

Overhaul, the powerful leader of the Shie Hassaikai, kidnaps Pro Hero Deku's girlfriend. Now his prisoner, you have no choice but to get to know him. But . . . is Overhaul so bad after all ?

Read on AO3 here

TW for kidnapping ; CW for SMUT so 18+ only please !!

Dating a pro hero had its perks.

You had a guaranteed protector from any type of harm, someone who had a good income, and you had a front row seat to many exclusive events. Dating the number one hero, Izuku Midoriya aka “Deku,” meant that your perks were bumped up tenfold. The spotlight was always on him, and if you were spotted on his arm, it meant it was aimed at you too. Although the attention could be constraining at times, you secretly relished in it and felt immense pride towards your boyfriend.

However, dating such a public figure had its drawbacks.

Like the current moment you found yourself in.

One moment you had been in your bed, exhausted from another day of work, and the next you found yourself groggy in an unfamiliar room. The floor was cold underneath your thin pajamas, and as you came to, you realized the lighting was dim. When your eyes finally came into focus, fear immediately struck you as you recognized the looming figure sitting in front of you.

Kai Chisaki, aka Overhaul, the young head of the Shie Hassaikai.

You had recalled when Izuku had told you about his battle with him, how he had been successful in saving Eri but that Overhaul had disappeared without a trace. There had been rumors that he was still working as a yakuza, and a few heroes had reportedly run into him. Despite that, no one had made an effort to capture him, and he remained working as a villain behind the scenes.

Now, here you were, lying at his feet in what you could only assume was his hideout.

He was resting a gloved hand against his cheek, golden eyes seemingly bored as he glanced down at you.

“Well, look who came to. Welcome.”

His deep voice had an unamused lilt to it, although the plague mask he wore muffled it slightly. You glared at him, trying to sit up but feeling the room spin around you.

“You might want to be careful. I personally mixed the sedative we gave you to bring you here. You’ll be unsteady on your feet for a while.”

Glaring at him again, you ignored his warnings and rose to your feet unsteadily.

“Izuku is going to find you, and he will kill you this time.”

A chuckle rumbled from behind his mask, golden eyes squinting as he seemingly laughed. Shaking his head, he waved at someone behind you, instructing them to take you to your new room. A pair of strong arms grabbed onto your shoulders, pushing you towards a door and into a dim hallway. After a few turns down different corridors, you were shown your room. It was a simple one, with a queen sized four poster bed on the right and a large bookshelf directly across from it. A vanity sat beside the bookshelf, with a door beside it leading to what you assumed was the bathroom. You were surprised to see there was a window with sheer white curtains pulled shut, letting in some moonlight from outside. The lackey pushed you in, pointing at the bed.

“You are to stay here at all times. Meals will be brought to you. You will be supervised during baths, no arguments.”

Your stomach sank at that.

“Boss suggests you get some sleep. Like he said, the sedative he gave you is pretty strong.”

It seemed as if he could read your mind, as your body began to feel exhausted at that moment. You nodded, waiting until he shut and locked the door behind you before stumbling over to the bed. Collapsing onto it, you shut your eyes and dreamed of your boyfriend coming to rescue you.

***

The silver lining to being a kidnapping victim was the strict routine you kept.

You were awoken at eight AM sharp every morning, with a different member of the Shie Hassaikai coming to rouse you from sleep. The door next to your vanity turned out to not be the bathroom, but instead a closet. The bathroom was down the hall, and you were led there every morning to shower for the day. As mentioned they waited in the bathroom for you, timing your showers to ten minutes. They would watch as you stripped and stepped into the shower before turning around to give you some privacy.

When you returned to your room, a tray was always waiting for you. The first day, the tray had been placed on the vanity, and you had frowned and turned to the member responsible for you that day.

“I don’t even have the decency to have a dining table or something?”

The next day, when you returned from your shower, a small table had been added, with a comfortable armchair placed next to it. You ate in silence before handing the tray to the minion who always took it hastily and shuffled out. The remainder of the day was spent either reading, sleeping, or pacing the room. Lunch was delivered at noon sharp, and dinner at six o'clock promptly.

Overhaul never made an effort to come visit you. The rotating door of subordinates never mentioned him either, and you were beginning to question why he had kidnapped you in the first place.

After the first week, you knew that finding something to pass the time faster was needed, so you decided to look at the bookshelf. Each shelf was stuffed with books, and you were surprised to see a lot of titles that you had already read. You decided to start at the top shelf, pulling the very first book and working your way to the bottom. The first book was, ironically, Pride and Prejudice, a guilty pleasure that you often reread. You spent the day reading it, paying no heed to whoever was in charge that day as they delivered lunch and dinner.

The days bled together as you went through each book. You were a bit disappointed that there was nothing new for you to read, but the reading helped pass the time. One of the lackeys had pointed out your reading habit while walking you to the bathroom, and while you showered he struck up a conversation with you about what you were currently reading.

“Tess of the D’urbervilles,” you called out over the running water. “I’ve read it, like, ten times. It’s a favorite of mine, but pretty much everything in the bookshelf is.”

“Wait, you’ve read all those books?”

You turned your head and was relieved to see his back was to you as you showered.

“Yeah, reading is a big hobby of mine. I’m thankful for the books, but something new would be appreciated.”

He hummed in acknowledgement, letting you know you had three minutes left in the shower. The walk back to your room was silent, and he stated he would see you later to bring you your remaining meals. You picked up Tess of the D’urbervilles, picking right up where you left off.

When lunch arrived, you were kind of looking forward to whoever had been in charge of you that morning. He was the only one who made an effort to talk to you, and you felt lonely pretty much all the time. Right as noon struck, you heard the door unlocking and looked up, a fleeting feeling of happiness rising in your throat.

It turned to dread as Overhaul walked in.

The subordinate from earlier rushed in behind him, placing the tray of food on the table. You noticed he had a book tucked under his arm, and he placed it on the armchair before scuttling off. Overhaul stood by the door, gloved hands clasped behind his back as he studied you silently.

“Are you finding your living arrangement adequate?”

You crossed your arms, frowning at him.

“You mean do I like being trapped in a room and having my showers timed? Yes, of course, it’s so peachy.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he slowly walked towards you. You scooted backwards on the mattress, trying to put as much distance as possible between you two.

“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. The opposite, actually.”

He stopped at the foot of your bed.

“I heard that you’ve read all of the books that I provided for you in the bookshelf. I must say, I’m rather impressed. You are a very well-read woman.”

“Er, thank you.”

Overhaul gestured to the book that had been left on your armchair.

“A gift, I suppose. I hope this isn’t a novel you have read already.”

You studied him before carefully sliding off the bed and walking over to grab it.

“Things Fall Apart?”

He nodded, cocking his head as he spoke to you.

“It’s a fantastic narrative about the effects of colonialism in Igboland. It really shows you how humans have the great talent of ruining many things.”

“You’re one to speak,” you muttered without thinking.

You froze, turning to slowly face him. He seemed unbothered, his golden eyes crinkling a bit as you realized he was smiling.

“Let me know what you think. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

He left then, leaving you alone. You ate first, savoring the food before grabbing Things Fall Apart and climbing into bed. Overhaul was right - it was a fantastic book and it was hard to put down. You ordered the dinner tray to be brought to you in bed so you could continue reading comfortably, and you stayed up late to try and finish it.

For the first time in a while, you were tired when you were awoken at eight. The henchman of the day noticed it and was particularly gruff with you as he led you to the bathroom. He sneered at you as you undressed, barking out the minutes left and ogling your naked body, much to your chagrin.

Overhaul returned at lunch, standing by the door again and waiting for his employee to leave. He looked at you with what appeared to be expectancy before speaking.

“So? What did you think?”

“You were right,” you admitted, although you didn't want to. “It was an amazing book. I stayed up late to finish it.”

You walked over to hand him the book. As you got closer, you were surprised to see that he towered over you. Angling your head up to peer at him, you took note of how his green jacket stretched slightly to fit his broad shoulders. He smelled . . . clean.

“Thank you. It wasn’t necessary, but I appreciate it.”

“Well, I asked if your living arrangement was adequate. It’s only fair that you keep your mind sharp.”

He took the book from you, his gloved hand brushing yours. Another book was produced from his jacket.

"This title is a bit older, but a great narrative as well.”

Middlemarch by George Eliot.

“The author of this is actually a woman. It was a series, but this is the whole collection.”

You thanked him, turning away shyly to look towards the tray.

“I shall leave you. Until tomorrow.”

He returned the next day with the same expectant look.

“It was a little boring,” you had admitted, hoping he wouldn’t be upset.

Instead he had laughed, shaking his head as he held his hand out to take the book from you.

“Well, how about North and South? It’s a bit Jane Austen, but with the issue of class heavily focused on.”

A new routine was established, one that included Overhaul. He began delivering your meals alone, bringing a new book every morning with breakfast. If he was busy or pulled into meetings a note was sent with his subordinates, apologizing for his absence and offering a new book for you to read. While you ate, the two of you talked. He asked if you had ever wanted to be a pro-hero, and you told him you had no desire to, especially since you had a fairly uninteresting Quirk. He told you about Pops, the man who had raised him and who he greatly admired. You told him about your favorite things, and he told you about his. After a while, you found yourself finding him as a friend and not a villain.

It was also hard not to notice that he was attractive. He had grown comfortable enough with you to remove his mask, and you had been stunned silent at seeing his face. His eyes were ingrained in your mind, but seeing it combined with all of his features sent heat rushing to your cheeks. He had a sharp jawline with stubble never growing, a sharp nose, and slightly pouty lips. Whenever he took off his jacket, you admired his tall, lean form but took note there was evident muscle. The henchman who you had grown close to, who you came to learn was named Rappa, told you that he had fought Overhaul in an underground brawl, and he had been surprised by how fit the man was.

You were conflicted at the attraction that was beginning to develop. The friendship that was developing also led to an internal conflict, and you kept convincing yourself that the only reason you were getting along with him was to avoid being killed. Whenever you caught yourself thinking about him throughout the day, you told yourself you were developing Stockholm Syndrome. A tiny voice in your head reminded you that the theory had been debunked, but you kept convincing yourself that that’s what it was.

Time bled together, and it felt as if you had been kidnapped for a year. Overhaul continued to visit you, and eventually you were allowed to wander the hideout with a guard. Rappa often accompanied you, especially when you sat in the courtyard. Your window had a view to the small area, a small fountain surrounded by flower bushes that often got abundant sunshine. Sometimes you just sat there, shutting your eyes as you turned your head to the sun. Other times you brought a book, curling up by the fountain as you flipped through pages hastily. Rappa would engage you in conversation, and the two of you often exchanged laughs.

Overhaul must have developed a strong sense of trust in you, as one day while delivering lunch he asked if you would accompany him to an event. You cocked your head to the side, putting your utensils down to fully listen to him.

“It’s a social event. My presence has been requested, and I have an image to preserve.”

He hesitated before clearing his throat and resuming.

“Word has gotten around that you are in my clutches, and it is expected that you will come along with me.”

“O-oh.”

The room fell silent. You couldn’t look at him, eyes focused on the food.

“There will be guards with us at all times. No one will lay a finger on you.”

You didn’t respond. Overhaul got closer, pausing right before the table.

"I will not make you do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

You slowly looked up. He had removed his mask, tucking it under his arm. His expression was sincere, features tinged with slight worry as he waited for you to say something, anything.

“Okay.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Okay?”

“I’ll go with you.”

The days leading up to the event were filled with preparations. A tailor was sent to collect your measurements, promising to bring the gown in the next few days for you to try on. Rappa went over security measures with you, teaching you codewords for various situations that could arise. Overhaul popped in when he could, checking on you to make sure you were still comfortable with going before departing for the day.

You were given details about the event. It was a private event, invite only for the most sought after villains. When you asked what type of event it was, Overhaul paused and said it was an auction.

“There may be some . . . things that might disturb you. You will be safe as long as you do what I say.”

The day of the auction you were allowed to sleep in. Breakfast was left for you, a note beside it stating you would be summoned to get ready later that day. You ate slowly, thumbing through the most recent novel that Overhaul had left you. Rappa came to collect your tray, waiting for you to finish and sparking light conversation. Once you were done he gently took the tray, studying your face for a moment before speaking.

“Overhaul will come and collect you in the afternoon. He will oversee you as you get ready for tonight.”

You felt nervous for the first time. Rappa smiled, taking note and gently placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be there to protect you.”

He laughed, turning to walk out of your room.

“Besides, Overhaul will kill me if anything happens to you. You’re too precious to him now.”

The door shut, leaving you sitting there with your mouth agape.

Precious?

***

While reading, you fell asleep. You woke up to someone softly shaking your shoulders.

“Are you alright?”

Dazed you sat up, the figure in front of you coming into focus. Overhaul was inches away from your face, mask on as his golden eyes peered down at you with concern in them. The close proximity had you blushing, and you pulled away slightly.

“Er, yeah. I’m okay, sorry for falling asleep.”

He pulled away, a slight frown on his face.

“No need to apologize. Come, we must get you ready.”

You were surprised that he offered out his hand. He always wore gloves, and right now was no exception. Hesitating, you took it, letting him pull you out of bed and leading you out the door. You were used to the walk to your bathroom, taking a sharp turn to the right but he kept walking forward.

“Um, where are we going?” you asked.

“My personal quarters.”

Heat flared throughout you. Was this . . . appropriate? Couldn’t he have sent someone to your room instead? A flurry of questions flooded your mind, keeping you distracted as he led you the rest of the way. Two men stood guard outside his door, greeting him with nods as they let you both pass. His room was neat, with white walls and plush, white carpet. A large king-sized bed was to the right, covered in a fluffy, white comforter and various comfy looking pillows. Two matching nightstands were on either side, adorned with lamps. Two large windows were on the opposite wall, letting in abundant sunshine. A desk sat in front of the windows, with documents and office supplies placed neatly on its surface. To the left, a dresser and bookshelf sat on either side of a door, which was where Overhaul was leading you.

The door opened to a luxurious bathroom. There was both a clawfoot tub and a large shower with a rain showerhead. You felt your chest tighten as he closed the door, locking it before clearing his throat.

“Since we will be in close proximity all night, I will directly oversee your hygiene. Please strip and get into the tub.”

He busied himself then with turning on the tub water, opening a cabinet and rummaging for bath soap. You watched his back, biting your lip as you realized you had two choices: strip, or be killed. With shaking hands, you pulled your shirt off before sliding off your sweats. Overhaul turned around, mouth open to ask you a question but snapping it shut upon seeing you in your undergarments. He swallowed slowly, trying to keep his eyes on yours but failing.

“Go on. The water won’t be hot for long.”

You took note of the slight quiver in his voice. Sucking in a breath to steady yourself, you unclipped your bra and slid your panties down your legs. You slowly approached the tub, waiting until you saw the bubbles forming and looking at Overhaul for approval. He merely nodded, and you gently stepped in.

The water was hot. You stifled a painful groan, slowly sitting down and trying to keep your body relaxed. Overhaul pulled a stool, shrugging his jacket off and hanging it neatly on a towel rack. He pulled his gloves off, draping them over the jacket before settling next to you.

“I’ll be gentle.”

You didn’t respond, keeping your eyes low. His hands threaded through your hair, gently loosening some knots before pulling it into a neat bun. Your breath got caught in your throat at the gesture. His hand dipped into the water, swirling the bubbles around. A bath sponge was produced out of the water, and he gathered bubbles on it before placing it on your shoulder. He inhaled a shaky breath, letting it glide across your collarbone before brushing against your chest. The material tickled you, and you bit your lip to hide any sounds. The sponge dipped towards your navel before rising again and passing your chest again. You were aroused, and you were ashamed of the fact. He gently pushed you forward, washing your back before dipping the sponge back in the water.

“Lower into the water.”

You slowly slid down, letting the bubbles get washed off. He washed the area again, lingering on your chest before resuming the same path as before. After rinsing, he instructed you to stand. You stood on shaky legs, flitting your eyes over to him quickly before looking straight ahead.

The sponge started at your navel, brushing across your hips before circling around to your lower back. You shuddered, biting harder on your lip as he returned to the front. He paused. You were about to turn your head to peer at him but he kept on, rubbing the sponge on your core.

“You . . . you need to be clean. Everywhere.”

You nodded frantically, trying hard not to press your thighs together. He kept on for a few more seconds before moving down your legs, circling around and washing your ass.

“Water.”

His voice was a whisper now. You sat back down, sinking a little lower to be safe.

“Up, angel.”

Angel.

Your head was spinning, and you blamed the hot water. He lingered on your hips, his free hand gently squeezing one before retracting. He brushed against your core, his wrist pressing against it before moving down your legs. You sank into the water when he asked, lifting your feet up so he could wash them quickly before asking you to stand. He handed you a towel, asking you to dry off while he cleaned the tub.

You waited by the door, trembling slightly as you watched him scrub furiously. The back of his neck was red, and you convinced yourself it was the heat.

Yeah. Just the heat.

***

The image in the mirror kept surprising you.

The hairdresser had left you with your natural hair, blow drying it to give volume at the top. The makeup was smoky, paired with an innocent pink lipstick. The dress that had been chosen was . . . sultry. It was a spaghetti strap, cut with a V to accentuate your cleavage. Expensive lingerie had been picked out, with a lace pushup making your boobs the center of attention. It cinched at the waist, a high slit ending at the top of your thighs. Black garters finished the look, peeking out through the slit.

Overhaul’s eyes went wide upon seeing you. Rappa grinned, showering you with compliments as he took his position beside you. The both of them were dressed in tuxedos, their hair neatly styled. Rappa had tamed his long hair, and it hung neatly to his shoulders. Overhaul’s hair, despite being short, had been slicked back slightly.

“You look fantastic,” he murmured.

The three of you rode in a private car with heavily tinted windows. Overhaul sat in the front while Rappa rode in the back with you. The ride was quiet; the only sound was the music playing softly in the background. Through the dark tint, you noticed you were driving away from the city and towards the warehouse district. You watched as the roads began to disappear, the car pulling off into what had once been some sort of shipping dock. The driver kept on before coming to a stop at a lone warehouse in the back.

“Rappa, you know the drill.”

He nodded, sliding out of the backseat and jogging around to open your door. He extended a hand out, grinning as he helped you out. Overhaul was waiting in front of his car, offering his arm politely to you. Rappa took his place behind the both of you, silent as he followed you inside.

The warehouse seemed inconspicuous at first, but as you entered you could faintly hear noise in the distance. The sound of your heels clacking echoed in the large expanse, your breaths coming out louder than usual. At the far end, a large stack of shipping containers were stacked around a door, where two men stood. Upon seeing Overhaul approach they nodded, opening the door and bowing.

The inside was far from what you expected black market events to be.

The hallway was lined with lanterns, glowing with a soft, orange light. The floor beneath you had lavish carpet, a deep violet color and soft under your feet. The three of you continued on towards a set of brick stairs, descending down towards jazz music. At the bottom of the stairs, a large room opened up, covered in round tables with dark tablecloths and jars filled with candles. People hung about, a few wearing masquerade masks to conceal their identity. Your heart dropped as you realized a few Pro Heroes, openly chatting with what you could only assume were villains.

Overhaul nudged you forward towards the bar. The bartender grinned, leaning against the counter as he took in your appearance.

“Well, well,” he beamed. “I never thought I would see the day you had a lovely woman on your arm, Overhaul.”

“Do you not recognize her?”

The bartender leaned in, studying your face before his eyes widened a fraction.

“No shit. That’s Deku’s little girlfriend!”

He leaned back, whistling.

“How did you bag her?”

“I kidnapped her.”

You bristled at the reminder. Right. You were here against your will.

Right?

“We have wares to view. We shall chat later.”

Just like before, Overhaul nudged you towards another set of stairs in the back. This hallway was lined with open doors, each one showcasing a wide variety of “goods”. You saw rooms upon rooms of weapons, drugs, and, to your absolute horror, people. Overhaul noticed your distress and grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers before giving it a quick squeeze.

“Eyes forward,” he murmured.

The three of you went on towards the final set of doors, where Overhaul stopped in front of the only closed one. He knocked three times before entering. The League of Villains was waiting inside, heads snapping up and grinning upon seeing who was there.

“Well, well, well,” Shigaraki grinned. “We have business to discuss.”

***

Rappa had steered you away as Overhaul stayed behind to discuss business. You went back downstairs, sitting at a table while he hovered, eyes sweeping around you. Thankfully, after seeing who you had arrived with, no one dared to approach you. After about twenty minutes you were nervous, eyes flickering back to the staircase looking for Overhaul.

“Were you abandoned, little one?”

Rappa narrowed his eyes as a man came up to you. He was unfamiliar to you, but you could smell the alcohol on his breath. Swaying unsteadily on his feet he leaned in, leering at you as he licked his lips.

“You’re very pretty. I can show you a fun time, much more than that bird beak guy.”

You opened your mouth to argue with him but he grabbed your hand. Rappa stepped in, trying to pull the guy off of you but failing. You wailed, the guy’s skin melding to yours as you realized he had some sort of attachment Quirk.

“Well, would ya look at that?” he slurred. “I guess you’re mine now.”

“You guessed wrong.”

The man was grabbed, Overhaul’s eyes alight with anger as he used his Quirk to disintegrate the drunkard. Your eyes went wide as his arm began to disappear, getting close to where you were connected before suddenly stopping. The pain in your hand dissipated, and you realized he was using his Quirk to reverse the pain.

“Are you alright?”

He gently pulled you to him, cupping your face as he gently brought your hand up. You were shaking slightly, nodding as he examined your skin.

“Thankfully he didn’t do any severe damage. Come, let us go. I’ve done what I needed to already.”

Overhaul let go of your face, and you realized suddenly that his hands were still bare from using his Quirk. He slid one hand down, settling on the small of your back. Heat flashed through you at the intimate gesture, and you found yourself leaning into him. The walk back to the car was, thankfully, without issue, and you were headed back in no time.

“Shall I escort her back to her room?”

Rappa had opened your door, raising an eyebrow at Overhaul who shook his head.

“No, I want to check on her hand again. You’re dismissed for the night. Thank you, Rappa.”

His hand resettled on the small of your back. When he opened the door to your room, you turned to look up at him.

“Thank you for helping me,” you said softly.

He shook his head. “I was just trying to protect you.”

It was silent for a moment while his eyes flickered down your figure.

“That dress looks, ah, complicated. Shall I help you out of it?”

Before you could think it through, you nodded. He stepped in, quietly closing the door behind him and locking it. You took note of that, arousal coursing through you as you walked over to your bed, sitting on the edge of it so you could remove your heels. Sighing, you rubbed your feet. Overhaul came to kneel in front of you, gently taking your feet and massaging them. You sighed in content this time, tipping your head back as you relished in the feeling.

Even though you had simply been by his side all night, there had been tension between the both of you. You blamed the bath with him earlier, but you had caught him glancing at you throughout the night. Even now, as he rubbed your feet, he was sneakily staring at your chest, eyeing the way your chest rose and fell.

“Let me unzip your dress.”

He sat beside you, gently sweeping your hair aside and grasping the zipper. It slowly slid down, his fingers lingering on your skin. You shivered, closing your eyes as you felt arousal forming deep within you. The dress fell from your shoulders, slowly falling before pooling in your lap. You heard Overhaul inhale at the sight of the lingerie underneath.

“Overhaul,” you whimpered.

His lips were quickly on your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss before sliding across your shoulder blades.

“Kai,” he whispered. “Call me Kai.”

You turned around, studying his face before kissing him. One hand cupped your face, the other grabbing your hair and gently tugging on it. You raised your hands to hold him but hesitated, knowing about his aversion to touch. Kai sensed your hesitation and pulled back, grabbing onto one of your hands and placing it on his crotch.

“Touch me,” he commanded.

You squeezed his bulge, releasing a low groan from him. Your hands moved up, pulling at this shirt to untuck it before unbuttoning it quickly and throwing it onto the floor. His eyes never left yours as you worked on his belt before slowly pulling his zipper down. There was a pause as you stared at each other, a silent way of asking for consent before continuing.

Kai stood to remove his pants, leaving him in his underwear. His erection was straining against it, causing more arousal to pulse within you. He gently pushed you back onto the mattress, and you crawled further back to settle on your pillows. The mattress dipped as he knelt on the edge, slowly making his way towards you. You felt fire burning your skin where his eyes landed, memorizing every dip and curve of your body and committing it to memory.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you,” he murmured.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in another searing kiss. His hands grabbed yours, placing them beside your head as he interlaced your fingers. His bulge kept rubbing against you, creating delicious friction that just wasn’t enough. Your hips jerked up, seeking more but Kai simply chuckled, shaking his head as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

“So impatient, hm?”

One of his hands let go to reach into his waistband and slowly pull his underwear down. His cock sprang out, thick with a neat trim at its base. Kai reached down to pump himself, and your stomach clenched when you saw he could barely wrap his own hand around it.

“Are you ready, angel?”

You nodded furiously, looking deep into his eyes as you grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him down to kiss him. You felt his cock head pushing against you, and you lifted your hips to help him slip inside. The initial stretch burned a little, and you tried to relax to help him ease inside.

“Relax,” he breathed, pressing a wet kiss to your temple.

You sucked in a breath, eyes fluttering shut as you slowly felt your body relax. Kai groaned as he pushed further inside until he bottomed out and was pressed flush against you. He froze, panting above you as he allowed you to adjust to his thickness. When you were ready, you jerked your hips up.

Kai started off slow, pulling his hips back until just his tip was in before slamming into you. You gasped, squeezing his hands at the feeling as he repeated the motion. Goosebumps rose on your skin, with a shiver running down your spine at the feel of him stretching you out slowly. After a few thrusts, he began to pick up speed. His thrusts began to get rougher, and you felt your bottom beginning to get sore from the sheer impact of his hips.

But you didn’t care. Your mind was spinning at how good he was fucking you, and you wondered where he had been your whole life. You wrapped your legs around him, trying to put your feet up as high as you could. The changed angle had him hitting you even deeper, and you couldn’t help the loud moan that you let out.

“Kai,” you panted. “Don’t stop.”

Your words spurred him up, and his thrusts were so fast your body couldn’t keep up. You felt your insides clench as your orgasm began to form, and Kai sensed it because he fucked you even faster.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “I’m going to fill you up and no one else will be able to do so. Understand?”

You nodded frantically, words failing you as the knot in you snapped and you came hard with a yell of his name. Kai kept on, riding you through your orgasm until you felt him spasming inside of you, followed by a surge of warmth. He shivered, nuzzling against your neck as he tried to relax his breathing. When he pulled back, his eyes were full of affection as he stared at your blissed out face.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered.

“I’m all yours, Kai.”

***

The silence of the base was broken by the sound of a loud crash. A flurry of underlings ran towards the sound, Rappa among them to report back to Overhaul. He was quickly notified that the sound of the crash was the Pro Hero Deku, who had come to retrieve his long-missing girlfriend. The Shie Hassaikai leader was calm, dictating orders to his men and waiting patiently in his meeting room.

It didn’t take long before the young man had fought through the throngs of men, stepping into the room with a menacing glint in his eyes. Overhaul sat on the couch, arms spread lazily along the back of it. One leg was crossed, ankle neatly pressed against his knee.

“Well, it took you long enough.”

The resolve in Deku quickly crumbled upon noticing you. A slow grin tugged at Overhaul behind his mask, his hand coming up to rest gently on your head. You were sat on your knees at his feet, leaning into his touch and angling your head to smile up at him.

“But it took you too long. She’s all mine now.”

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Shoto and Dabi

- dabi dosent at all trust Shoto when he first joined the leauge. He was suspicious that he would be a mole, so he kept Shoto close, keeping an eye on him. Makeing sure he did NOTHING wrong

- Shoto, gaining independence for the first time ever. HATES Dabi being such a helicopter on him. He even gets twice to make copies to just, give himself five minutes to have some time to himself

- these two would fight over the dumbest things, call eachother gay slurs (ofc they both are so fuckin fruity, they are also brothers, that the younger one dosent know yet)

- it turns from literal hatred and wanting to see the other dead on the feild and dance on their corpse, but slowly, over time, they grow to trust eachother

- Dabi sees that Shoto only goes to another kid to go on, dates? And just do normal kid shir for a bit, while they can. He keeps an eye on them, to be sure that they don't fuck up.

- Dabi also sees Iida doing the same. So the two fought to the near death before the boyfriends went to them and stopped their corresponding stalker

- Dabi process together that oh- they're fuckin villains aswell, and really good ones at that. He isn't in the mood to recruit anyone, nor had been asked to. So he just, leaves it be and let's Shoto have his secret boyfriend

- of course Shoto dosent trust him either, so, Dabi shares with only Shoto, that he is also a Todoroki

- so with the little shareing of secrets, and learning of their brotherhood, they both start to relax a bit, knowing if that this information got out, they have dirt on the other

- that's when the fights and Name calling becomes more brotherly. Dabi would rag on Shoto like a good older brother, and Shoto would look to Dabi for training of his fire half like a good little brother.

- it confuses the fuck out of the LOV, but hey, atleast they aren't trying to get the other murderd, so it's a win

- like all the todorokis in cannon, Dabi also likes Izuku as a partner for Shoto. He sees how strong and reliable Izuku is, along with his cunning and dedication. He likes that. He is proud of his brother for choosing a good kid to date. He probably wouldn't kill Izuku if they broke up. That's how chill he is with him, after the merging of the LOV, Hisaikai, and the Meta Liberation Army. Especially since the kid took over from the last prick of a leader

- when Dabi does his dramatic gay ass reveal. Endeavor, kinda pushes the blame of Shoto leavejng onto Dabi. Enji here, can't peace together why everyone is leaving him. He clung tightly onto Fuyumi and Natsuo, who soon left after Shoto. He just, dosent get it. At all. Why.

- Here, Dabis plan goes trough, but Shoto and Dabi kill Enji together

- overall, enemies to best friends/brother dynamic of Dabi and Shoto

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #yakuza deku #dabi #mha shoto

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Nighteye is toshinko child, izuku's younger bro who time travelled to the past

For the ask game^ AND THANK YOU

... Okay.

1 - It's still a DFO au as far as Izuku is concerned. All Might and Inko got married during Izuku's third year in UA.

2 - Mirai has never liked his big brother who, he feels, stole All Might's legacy and dared to become a different number 1 than the Symbol of Peace. Even worse, since he has OFA and discovered later that he has afo (like his villainous dad!), OFA can't be transferred anymore because it's now too powerful.

3 - So he decides to timetravel to create a better successor to All Might. Not him, of course. Or someone might accuse him of being jealous of his so-called "brother".

4 - He gets to work with All Might! He stops working with All Might! He finds the perfect successor and trains him! All Might picks a quirkless middle school instead? Oh, abomination! Oh, awfulness! He then learns that another time jump has been registered recently and he understands that Izuku time traveled too and is now in his 14-year-old body! No matter! Nighteye waits for Izuku an opportunity and as soon as he asks for an internship, he proceeds to show him how, in this timeline, he will have no choice but to give OFA to Mirio.

5 - This lasts until the SHie Hassakai raid. Mirai has just secured Eri and was running like hell when a gunshot echoes through the base. It comes from the gun that Eri is holding in her little hands. She tells Mirai, in a definitely adult voice, that he was always a little shit and that she never liked him, and shoots him again. This is how Nighteye dies. Eri then pretends that it's a yakuza and goes back to her time, the timeline now preserved and Deku safe from any interference.

#Izuku is really confused by the whole thing and doesn't really regret Nighteye #5 headcanons game #closed ask game

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what would you say are horikoshi's biggest strengths as a writer and what are his greatest weaknesses?

ooh that's a really good question that i've had to think a lot about. it's difficult cuz while i've read his tenko oneshot and the original my hero oneshot, i haven't read his other two multi-chapter works (oumagadoki zoo and barrage) (though i have seen the raw scans of his other oneshot shinka rhapsody thanks to @codenamesazanka). boku no hero academia is obviously his work i'm most familiar with, and it's difficult to use mostly that as a metric for his skills overall.

on the other hand, bnha lasts for so much longer than his other works and is also so much more recent, so it's the main work that has to show off how growth or lack thereof as a writer, as well as his biggest challenges due to how punishing the manga industry can be and how it would have forced him into situations he may not have experienced with his past works. so in a way, bnha kind of has to be judged a biiit separately from the rest?

anyways with those caveats aside. his greatest strength is always and forever his art, which in manga is at least half of the writing. he has this special little touch with physicality and emotion that like. it's hard to describe how exactly it's different from other artists, who are also often great with physicality and emotion! but horikoshi's art often has that extra bit of weight to it that really sells it to me.

like i've said previously, i also think that he does have a knack for character writing that shines best when he's working with complicated, rough around the edges characters who aren't straightforward goody-two-shoes. shigaraki and bakugou i've already said are great examples of this. endeavour can get more difficult to talk about in this context due to the baggage around him, but i'd maintain that a lot of the series best writing does go to him, shouto, and the rest of the todoroki plotline (although it struggled a bit at the end there). twice, while ultimately a really nice guy, is still a very complicated criminal who gets theeeeee best development in the series. obviously there's toga, normal cute girl of all time.

a lot of that extends to horikoshi's affection for his minor/side characters as well. while i don't think he always nails it with integrating them into the story (fucking shouji. also vigilantes honestly did parts of this better), he does obviously put a lot of thought into them even when he doesn't get to use it. this is part of why i adore spinner so much, because he's that very typical minor side character who could easily be written out but instead gets a fleshed out and evocative role of his own.

i also think that horikoshi has a really strong instinct and potential for great horror/horrific material. again, this is where shigaraki proves himself horikoshi's best character - everything from his initial character design with the hands, the hints and insinuations about his backstory dropped over the first and second acts, all culminating in the beautifully gruesome shimura family massacre that just hits every single fuckin time. i honestly think it's one of the greatest payoffs in the series, basically bar none. (i know people try to give that title to the dabi reveal, but i keep getting taken out by how abrupt that particular instance is) it's the horror moments that make his art especially shine, he comes up with great scenarios, and honestly when he mentioned wanting to try his hand at a horror work after bnha i'm like, all in.

but that kind of segues into my biggest criticism of his writing - he holds back. he gets meek, he doesn't go all in. he had some interview where he admitted that the yakuza arc took a lot out of him because of how dark it got,

this extends to the entire series, especially in how the third arc has shaken out. deku and all might are really big victims of this, where there is absolutely a lot of complex development and criticism you can do with the way their characters are set up, but the story backs down from that to go "well maybe they're just. too heroic sometimes. self-sacrificing. that's an issue right." the 'dark deku' arc is a joke because while deku does extend himself beyond his limits, he never gets to the point of causing real harm to himself and those around him before class 1a swoops in.

i also have my conspiracy theories about hawks and how the fallout of his murdering twice was soooooo weak, where i think the popularity of hawks and his status as a hero scared horikoshi off of doing anything more critical with him, instead feeding that overwrought backstory as a distraction and giving the whole "government sponsored murderer who is wracked with guilt and bitter about the hypocrisy" to nagant. who again he didn't go hard enough with because then deku would have like, something outside of shigaraki to actually deal with. and would have to question the society that he's protecting. whatever.

he's also been so half-assed with the critique and deconstruction of hero society that he's set up, only to hastily and clumsily reconstruct it because superheroes are too cool to reeeaaaaaally say anything about, and also hero society has too many parallels with real life modern society, which might be awkward to critique in a youth magazine meant to satisfy as broad an audience as possible.

and then there's the heteromorph arc. goddamn the heteromorph arc. if you follow me you've probably read this but @stillness-in-green's conclusive write up of heteromorph discrimination as it's been laid out throughout the story and how that arc failed, which i think really signifies either the ways that horikoshi doesn't dig as deep into the concepts he brings up as he should, or doesn't realize how deep he needs to go with them.

i don't know if part of the way that horikoshi holds back or lands on the most boring resolutions for some of the ideas the story brings up is in part due to not wanting to rock the boat culturally, if he doesn't want to accidentally turn readers away after he's worked so hard to get to where he is now as a mangaka, or if it's the workload wearing him down, but it leaves the story half-formed.

i also think his other greatest weakness, which is a brutal one for shonen, is that he kind of fucking sucks at interesting fight scenes. like how much stuff ends with deku giving a big punch. it is my honest and greatest opinion that it should have been iida fighting muscular and uraraka fighting stain either alongside or in place of deku - their characters just had so much more to gain there. but i can also imagine all the fanboys who only care about power stats sneering and asking what iida and uraraka could have possibly done, which i think really speaks to a lack of creative thought not just in the fanbase, but in the writer. horikoshi can spin up all these cool and unique powers, but struggles to do anything really engaging with them. given that shonen fight scenes double as big character moments, it leaves a lot to be desired. big punches can only be inspiring so many times.

anyways. there's probably a lot more i can say. but that involves retreating more of the story than i am willing to do so right now. so alas.

#bnha bloggin

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BakuDeku fic recs ft. Size Difference

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Some contain mature content.

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look and see by SpicyJam

Summary: Deku whines, "This is so unfair. Can you even feel my weight?"

"A little!" Eijiro says, good-naturedly. He half-squats once or twice, just to test, and then proceeds to shoulder-press the nerd. "I could probably do like a hundred reps with your body."

Deku just whines louder.

Katsuki has had enough.

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Or: Katsuki's the only one who can manhandle Deku, dammit.

One Shot | Pro Hero au

Rated - Explicit

All the small things by kmochi (lowsywriter)

Summary: "Katsuki can't stop using Izuku's short stature to his advantage; he'd move him around like a doll, lift him like a sack of potatoes and pick him up so they can see eye to eye."

— — —

Where Deku is small and Katsuki really doesn't know how to deal with him.

Complete | 5 Chapters

Rated - Mature

your fingerprints a brand by comradekiwi

Summary: Kacchan’s hand could cover his, would widen the space between his fingers with his own if they were interlaced, could probably hold both of his hands in one. God.

Izuku watches him now, as Kacchan twirls a pencil in his right hand in front of him. Izuku is two seconds away from scolding him for lack of public decency. Especially when Kacchan reaches for his water bottle and unscrews the cap, the bottle and lid tiny in his hands, tendons flexing casually in a way that is, quite frankly, obscene.

—— or, the izuku-definitely-has-a-thing-for-kacchan’s-hands-and-their-size-difference

One Shot | UA Students

Rated - Teen & Up

Day 1: Size Difference by BeckyFullOfFrills

Summary: As they grew older Izuku practically shot up in size in comparison to Katsuki! At first he hated it but he soon learned that even this has its benefits...

One Shot | Pro Hero au

Rated - Explicit

Big Hands (Bigger Dick) by tiredwrites

Summary: Izuku loves Kacchan's hands. They're warm—they're calloused perfectly - not too rough, not too soft - and they're /big/.

They're perfect.

Izuku loves how they envelop his tiny hands, holding his hands delicately between rough, calloused palms.

He loves Kacchan's hands with a passion. He loves how they enclose his own, how they skirt across his freckled skin, how they looked with black and gold rings settled on the thick digits, how they look covered in blood, in slick, in everything.

Everything.

{One Shot}

Fem Bodied Deku | Yakuza au

Rated - Explicit

Jaded by ohren

Summary: Katsuki’s small community is the only one that is left of their kin.

“Small little things” The titans say. “That need our protection.”

{One Shot}

Titan’s Bride au | Arranged Marriage

Rated - Explicit

Giant by ThatAmbedoLove

Summary: This is purely based off of a piece of fanart by @noxatn on Instagram. And if you know who I'm taking about you know EXACTLY what art I'm referencing.

All Hail Giant Deku.

One Shot | Pro Hero au

Rated - Mature

frenzy by varooooom

Summary: All the eyes of the world look up to Izuku as a role model, a hero and a symbol of everything good that exists. The lecherous fucks at this gala were ogling him just as much as Katsuki, even if the oblivious bastard was too busy being jealous of those looking at Katsuki to notice.

He's stupid and perfect and Katsuki is helplessly smitten.

But he doesn't want to spoil him by encouraging bad behavior, so Katsuki clicks his tongue and pulls Izuku in for one more heated kiss, then keeps him close so he can stare at his lips as he murmurs, "If you can keep it in your pants long enough to get these monkey suits off of us first, then I'll give you a reward. How's that sound?"

Izuku's cheeks flush red and he nods his head eagerly, "Yes, please."

Katsuki grins, cupping Izuku's chin as he genially says, "Good boy."

One Shot | Pro Hero au

Rated - Explicit

Bigger Is Best by MuscleChubBoi

Summary: When they'd started out at UA, Deku had been a scrawny little shit. Now as adults, the asshole is a total brick house. And he's gotten stronger than Katsuki too. Way stronger. It's absolutely un-fucking-acceptable.

In a jealous (and somewhat aroused) rage over Izuku's progress, Katsuki decides that he needs to catch up and surpass that shitty nerd by any means necessary. The solution? Bulk excessively. Work out for all he's worth. He gets stronger very quickly. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) all that excessive eating and not watching his calories close enough while he trains has caused him to gain a lot more than just extra muscle.

But maybe he likes it... Midoriya certainly does.

Complete | 5 Chapters | Pro Hero au

Rated - Explicit

and it was Just Right by cinnabee

Summary: Katsuki spends two years post-graduation in a furious one-sided competition with his childhood friend and rival's promotional photos - until they finally run into each other, and, well. You shouldn't believe everything you see in magazines.

Complete | 4 Chapters | Pro Hero au

Rated - Explicit

Bite Me, Big Man, I Ain't Leaving by CatieBrie

Summary: Popular horror writer, Bakugo Katsuki, hated moving, but he had to do it a lot lately. So often, in fact, that he usually just left half his shit packed up for when his fans inevitably forced him somewhere new. His new home, Yujomachi, was a tiny town not found on most maps with a train system that eschewed all rhyme and reason, making it a place nearly impossible to find. It was a straight up pain in the ass which was exactly what Katsuki needed and if he was lucky, he'd never have to move again.

That was, however, if Deku let him stay.

One Shot | Vampire au

Rated - Explicit

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What if Villain Deku has a fallen yazuka!reader as partner;stoic and cold but extremely loyal to him, because give them the chance to get revenge, to restore their honour and in exchange they would give everything for him.

And in exchange, Deku would give them his heart, his love.

Bonus:if Deku would gush about their tattoos,about how strong they are for their quirk and how obsessed he is.

The feeling is mutual~

THIS. THIS IS SO CUTE!!! Thank you so much for this Anon!! Sorry for the few days delay!!<3

HIS ANGEL

Warning: Talks about guns, killing/plotted murder, Villainy, Yakuza, Sidekick Dynamight.

Villain Izuku x Former Yakuza Reader!

Okay But Midoriya would be absolutely obsessed with you.

Shigaraki would have recommended you based off our skill set and all that you were infamous for. You were a former Yakuza leader, having your own gang and everything. You used to basically run the working of a precinct in the palm of your hand all started and done by yourself, until your gang was overthrown.

Midoriya needed trustworthy people in his inner circle to help him continue what All for One started and Shigaraki thought you would be good for Midoriya. You knew what it meant to work in the underground and in the shadows. You could teach him how to get the people he needed and aid him in establishing something that was more than just villainy. Something that AFO had built himself to mask his works.

So then you were introduced to the green haired man you knew from the news. The green curls of hair, the flash of electricity in his eyes and the sadistic smile on his face. You wondered how a man like him was the son of such a powerful man like All For One. He didn't look like AFO, but then again, you didn't know how AFO looked like when the top part of his face wasn't practically molten off.

When Midoriya first met you, he didn't know what to think. At first he thought you were just one of Shigaraki's many goons sent to watch over you and to babysit him, but when it became perfectly clear you had no intentions on following Shigaraki's rule, Midoriya became interested in you.

You weren't like a stereotypical villain which made you mysterious and attention drawing to him that way. You sort of reminded him of Dabi. Dark, myseterious and dangerous in a silent way. The moment you entered the field with him, however, Midoriya became perfectly clear why you enchanted him so much.

You and the rest of Midoriya's people including some members of the League were fighting ProHeroes. Midoriya was fighting against, still a sidekick, Dynamight. The strong blond blasting and following the green haired hero turned villain with vengence.

"Gotcha!" Dynamight had pinned Midoriya to the ground, his palm open to blast Midoriya in the face at any second he wished. "You're gonna wish you never betrayed us, you damn fucking nerd." He growled down at his old childhood friend.

Midoriya scowled up at the blond. The only reason they had gotten caught was because they were set up. You had warned him indirectly, of the men Midoriya wanted to deal with and your suspicions turned out to be correct. "Go to hell, Kacchan." He flipped the blond off.

Before Dynamight could find a smartass retort to shout back at him, his body suddenly jolted to the side off of Midoriya. Midoriya turned his head to look at you. You held one of your hand guns that were aimed at Dynamight while your hand glowed in an aura as you glared at Dynamight. A cold expression on your face. "No one touches, Deku." You said with a tight glare.

Dynmaight grabbed at his head, a pounding headache pulsing through his head. You walked over and grabbed Midoriya up. "What are your orders, sir?" You asked keeping your hand on the trigger as you trained it on Dynamights skull.

Midoriya was hypnotized by you. You weren't hesitant nor did you seem to be in the slight bit out of your element. Midoriya blinked wordlessly to you before looking back to the blond that was fighting unconciousness by the building pressure in his skull. "Leave him." Midoriya told you. "That one specifically should stay alive. I want him to watch as I burn his world to the ground." He spoke without a hint of joke or resilience. With a nod of your head, you lowered your gun and deactivated your quirk.

Since then the two of you were practically inseparable. You would stand by his side, as he had you as his advisor. You were strong, you were just and you served what needed to be served, but you were also just as dark as Midoriya needed you to be and that's what he found so delicious about you.

Midoriya wanted to make you happy. He was obsessed with trying to do so, with every cute or psychotic action he could do. At first he gifted you gifts: Flowers, chocolate, a new rifle, cash that was most likely stolen. Then he noticed maybe that wasn't what you wanted. You were grateful of course but it wasn't what was speaking to you. Then Midoriya, after careful analysis, realized you weren't materialistic (not entirely).

You wanted revenge. You wanted an opportunity to get back at the gang that took everything away from you.

So that's what he did for you.

He paved the way to the gang that stole your territory, killed your men and almost left you to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Midoriya was the man to put the gun to your hand and allow you to do what you thought was right. Not any crazed smile on his face, a serious look to him, knowing how much this must have meant to you.

Even after you had your revenge, your body covered in crimson and adrenalin pumping through your veins, Midoriya looked at you with jade eyes dark in desire. He smirked as he walked over to you. His shoes the only sound in the room that was worse than if a tornado had gone through. His button down shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows as he stood in front of you. With a scarred hand he tilted your chin up, to make you look at him. "You are intoxicating, my angel."

For a rare instance, you smile up at him. "Thank you, Izuku." You said genuinely, your shoulders down.

He chuckled as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close against him. He was a man who gave you the revenge you had been looking for. A man that allowed you to avenge all that was taken from you. You weren't going to push him away. He leaned his lips to brush against yours. "Anything for you, angel."

And he wasn't lying. He would do anything for you. There was a reason he called you Angel. You were like a fallen angel from grace. Beautiful, ethereal and something that made his breath leave his lungs every time he saw you. You protected him and guided him like his own personal guardian angel. And who was he to treat you like anything else other than what you were. An angel.

You were now his and he was yours. As long as you stood by his side, your unquestionable loyalty and faith to him standing strong and him, with an unshakeable love and hold on you, the two of you could do anything.

But mostly watch his dreams, Shigaraki's dream, AFO's dream come to light.

Watching the world burn underneath you.

-Glitch1d

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