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“My boy, I’d rather have you cry in my arms than suffer in silence again."
Fanart for @littlegreenpinetree's fic "Woodland Paths"
The chapter with their reunion left me with so many emotions when I read it for the first time. And every time I reread it. So, many times...
Have this little cosy scene that I like so much and check out Pine's fic for more
#woodland paths#dadmight#yagi toshinori#midoriya izuku#bnha#bnha fanart#fae au#all might#bnha fic rec#mha fic rec#bnha fantasy au#artists on tumblr#digital art#digital illustration#teavillain's creation
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reminder that if you’re ever looking for bkdk fics to read, I put all of the fics I HIGHLY HIGHLY RECOMMEND in this bkdk starter pack ao3 collection!!
also here: archiveofourown.org/collections/bkdkkk
I recommend starting from the last page and working backwards, but every single fic is amazing so you’ll enjoy them no matter what!!
and if you’ve read them all: here’s my bigger collection of fic recs!
archiveofourown.org/collections/bkdkk
#bkdk#bnha#mha#bakudeku#decchan#katsudeku#deku#kacchan#bkdk fic rec#bakudeku fic rec#fic rec#bnha fic rec#mha fic rec#bakugou katsuki#midoriya izuku
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Don’t get me wrong, I love the JJK stuff that pops up on my dash right now.
… buuuuut, considering the latest BNHA chapters I find my dash severely lacking in Bakugou content. Feel free to drop some suggestions for Bakugou x reader fics please 🙏🏻
#bnha fic rec#bakugou x reader#I need more bakugou in my life#bkdk would be fine too#really anything to itch my scratch#bnha manga spoilers
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bellow the fire into my deadened lungs
chapter 4 excerpt — seroroki first kiss
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“When did you start smoking?”
“Smokin’ what?” Sero’s native accent bleeds into the night fog of his exhale.
“Whatever you’re smoking right now.”
Sero laughs, and it’s rough in all the best ways — raspy, deep, loud enough to bounce off the moon back into Shouto’s lungs.
“It’s just a cigarette, Shou. Started when I was, fuck, thirteen, I think?”
‘Oh, that’s quite — ’, “Young.”
It makes sense, in a way. Sero holds the cigarette with a lazy respect Shouto has only seen his eldest brother uphold. Sero’s voice, upped with the hormones of a teenage boy, scratches on the same words Shouto’s own would hold steady. Even the way Sero sits, in that same corner of his dorm balcony every night Shouto visits, speaks of years of habit. His lithe body folded like a discarded stall pretzel — propped, knobby knees to rest his bulky elbows, the back of his head laid back against his balcony door for easier exhale, leaving his stretched throat vulnerable to Shouto’s quite appalling fantasies.
Shouta has never wanted someone so badly.
“Yeah, well,” Hanta continues, “Not much else to do in my house.”
Shouto remembers.
[ 11 months ago, April — Second Week of U.A., First Year
The door slams shut, and Shouto is finally by himself.
He's beyond thankful the school offers boarding to students who cannot — or simply do not wish to — commute from home. The room U.A. assigned him is smaller than his own at the Todoroki estate but it’s his to do with what he pleases, away from the surveillance of his father and the suffocating silence of his older siblings.
He needs air, and with his own balcony, he doesn’t even have to leave his room to get it.
To say Shouto is… nervous for his first year at U.A. is an understatement. He’d never been to school before, never spoken to so many strangers at once, and he wasn’t even the one talking the majority of the time. He understands the novelty of it all, though — the last son of the Number Two hero, and everyone is itching to ask, ‘What’s it like having such a great hero as a father?’
Well, everyone except his dorm neighbor, who’s apparently been too busy destroying his lungs the next balcony over.
“I think that’s definitely against school-rules.”
The boy startles from where he sits, sucks in a deep breath, and coughs so heavily that Shouto thinks the guy might die. He doesn’t. Instead, the boy’s cough subsides after a few long seconds and he takes a deep inhale before clearing his throat and looking up to meet Shouto’s curious gaze.
This is the moment Shouto thinks Sero Hanta has the largest pair of eyes he’s ever seen. Wide black irises framed by lashes so thick, Shouto wonders if the boy is wearing makeup.
Pale eyelids shut briefly before the boy coughs out a nervous laugh, “Fuck, uh… You gonna tell on me, or sumthn?”
Shouto thinks about it, or pretends to, and tilts his head to the side while his eyes roam over the relaxed form of the delinquent in question. Maybe it was the situation — someone finally asking him something that doesn’t revolve around his family — or, maybe, it was the sleepy accent from a devil-may-care demeanor Shouto hasn’t really encountered before, “No. Provided you let me keep you company.”
This is the moment Shouto also realizes Sero Hanta has the biggest smile he’s ever seen.
Large, slightly crooked teeth glint under a night with no moon and Shouto doesn’t understand why his hands feel so sweaty — he usually has excellent quirk control.
“Yeah man, c’mon on over,” Shouto hops over the rails of both balconies and settles next to the boy, despite his sensitive nose twinging from the bitter smoke, “Couldn’t sleep?
Gulping whatever anxiety lingers in his throat, Shouto nods, “New environment.”
“Yeah,” Sero snorts, “This is nothin’ like home.”
Shouto doesn’t want to talk about his home, “What is your home like?”
Sero takes a puff of his cigarette before his words come out thick with smoke, “Oof, gettin’ deep ‘n personal already. Y’know what they say about the midnight-hours.”
Shouto doesn’t, “What do they say?”
“Somethin’ ‘bout the stars loosenin’ the tongue.”
Shouto rolls his tongue over his teeth, “My tongue is still firmly attached,” He doesn’t think the stars could have such a quirk.
Sero laughs, and Shouto’s not really sure what he said that’s so funny but, Gods, does he wish he knew, because Sero’s lips are stretched wide over his teeth and the tip of his tongue is so pink, “Ah man, how I wish I was smokin’ somethin’ else,” At that, Shouto furrows his brows in confusion, and Sero waves his hand assuringly with the cigarette still lit between two fingers, “Nah, it’s, like, a ‘poetic’ way of saying how people are more likely to be — you know, vulnerable, at night.”
‘Ah, a metaphor,’ Shouto thinks, ‘Like when I bought Fuyumi-nee that sweater she was eyeing for weeks before her birthday and she said she was, ‘so happy, she could die.’ Thankfully, she did not die.’
Shouto nods, “I see… I was not allowed poetry.”
Sero hums, “Didn’t really have access to it, either. Schools were shit in my area.”
To say Shouto was intrigued would be an understatement. Maybe he felt some kind of kinship with the smoking boy whose shoulder warms the right of his. Maybe he was desperate to hear someone else’s story rather than repeat the manicured version of his own for the dozenth time. Maybe he wondered if their stories could be more similar than either of them would think.
“Where are you from? You have an accent you cover up. Why?”
“Slow down, man,” Sero laughs and Shouto’s shoulders shake with it, “I’m not from the city. Some nowhere-village, you wouldn’t’ve heard of it,” Dark eyes twinkle with something that feels like a shared secret, “But yeah, I'll give you that. I’m tryin’ to, y’know, fit in ‘n whatnot.”
“I understand,” Shouto knows all too well about exclusion, “I… don’t think I fit in.”
Sero smiles, “Well. Ya got a spot right here, in this lil’ smoker’s den of mine — ours, if you want it.”
And Shouto’s heart skips a long beat for the first time in his little life. ]
Shouto smiles at the memory.
Over this past year, Sero’s balcony became his solace. A place to vent and scream and curse at the moon. A lighthouse to guide his shivering body out of the roaring oceans of hurt and anger that perpetually marinate in the slim meat of his bones. The warmest blanket of the softest kind of understanding Shouto’s ever known, a constant heat to battle the eternal ice that regularly threatens to freeze him from the inside out. Out of 240 nights, Shouto has spent over half of them hopping onto cold metal that does not belong to him, to sit next to a boy who invites him to belong instead.
Sero’s balcony is where Shouto fits. It is the only place where he can take the world off his shoulders, and be the sixteen-year-old boy he would have been, had he been born under a different God.
It is where Shouto made his first friend. (It will be where Shouto will have his first kiss.)
Because here, under the cloak of quiet galaxies and fading smoke, Shouto is a sixteen-year-old boy with a nearly ten-month-long crush on the person who was kind enough to coax him into their small, star-speckled haven, and offer it as his own.
The secret of Shouto’s affections weighs heavier every day. Touya’s words rattle in his head, ‘maybe you should just — I dunno, tell him that.’ But how? It is often said that Shouto is brave, but in the same breath, Shouto would argue that he has spent the majority of his life alone, with nothing to lose, and he believes bravery without sacrifice shallows itself down to the same arrogance his father suffers from.
With everything that’s happened recently with Touya, with his father under arrest, it doesn’t make sense how, at this moment, the only thing on Shouto’s mind is the way Sero Hanta’s lips wrap over that cancer stick, and how much Shouto wants to lean in and take its place, grab that pointed chin between his own chilly fingers and plead, ‘breathe me in, instead.’
However, losing the peace Sero offers him to a silly moment of desire is not something Shouto thinks he is ready for.
Shouto looks away to mentally shake off his thoughts, and lands on the first thing he sees — a familiar, worn cigarette pack with a unique design oddly felicitous to Sero, “The box is pretty.”
‘It fits you.’
Rogue blue waves rising up to meet a dark sky with an overly bright and full moon. Shouto likens the design to finding serenity in the reality of mother nature's chaos.
Sero takes the box and thumbs over the design absent-mindedly, “Yeah, it used to be the only brand I smoked, really. A bit of a nuisance, though, fuckin’ hard to find — one of those, if you know you know.” He flips the box open, “It’s kinda dumb, but I usually just put the ciggs I buy now in this pack ‘n throw away the original box.”
“Did it taste better than others?” Shouto thinks it must have, to be Sero’s favorite.
“Huh, well, not really. ‘S more like, sentimental value, I guess,” Sero’s laugh rings like rusted, broken bells, “All of ‘em taste the same, really, one way or another. Some’re just extra, y’know, harsh on the throat.”
Shouto thinks that judging by the smell alone, smoking still doesn’t sound very pleasant, “I’ve heard it tastes bad. It smells… strong.”
The shrug of Sero’s shoulder bumps his own in a blissful moment of contact, “Ya get used to it.”
Now, Shouto knows his face tends to be quite expressive — for someone who wasn’t allowed to express much growing up — and so, when Sero looks at him and ticks the corner of his lip in a way Shouto has only ever seen a handful of times when Sero would talk about the more cheeky experiences of his life, he knows he’s been caught. “Why? You wanna try?”
“I don’t know,” He really doesn’t know but the lowered lid of Sero’s large eyes makes Shouto want to try anything, just to keep that dark gaze on him for a few seconds longer.
Sero lays the cigarette box down and scoots closer. The left side of Shouto’s face fills with blood and the heat makes him woozy.
‘Is this what it’s like to feel drunk?’
Shouto can’t really think about yet another teen experience he fears missing out on because there are cool, slender fingers grasping his chin the same way Shouto daydreamed about minutes ago.
Sero briefly turns his head away to take a long drag of his cigarette before facing Shouto again, his whispering mouth barely a centimeter from his own, “C’mere.”
And Shouto listens, leans, lets his body loosen to the calloused thumb pulling at his bottom lip, and opens his mouth. As if on autopilot, at the sound of Sero’s exhale and the reality of being this close to a boy Shouto has spent countless, dreamless nights with — Shouto inhales.
Something rushes to his brain. The smoked tar itches his throat but Shouto was born with the breath of fire. When he exhales, there is a tightness in his chest but Shouto knows it is not the nicotine that affects him so, but the boy whose bottom lip grazes his own and lingers in the lightest caress of a question Shouto has known the answer to for months.
All it takes is the tip of Sero’s strong nose nuzzling the side of his own for Shouto to throw all his cautions to the windless night, lean in, and press.
Sero’s soft kiss is everything he imagined it would be, and more.
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#seroroki#seroroki fic#hanta sero#todoroki shouto#hanta x shouto#bnha fic rec#bnha imagines#bnha fanfic#bnha fic#bnha#mha fic#mha fanfic#mha au#mha#bnha fluff#mha fluff#fanfic#dabihawks fanfic#dabihawks#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#fluff#angst#first kiss#pining#mutual pining#multi chap fic
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silence in the middle of the night by chibistarlyte
(N/R, 1/1, 1K)
In these silent moments of sharing the same space, the same air, the same atmospheric peace as the boy in his bed, Katsuki has a realization.
And it’s one he’s known was coming for a while now, but for some reason, right now in the foggy quiet of his bedroom, it feels right to admit it.
He loves Todoroki.
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Let me rec you 2 WIPs and a one-shot this week:
Look Alive by Tierfal (T, EndHawks + TDBK pairings) - really interesting post-canon case fic, where Shouto and Endeavor are kidnapped and Bakugou and Hawks trying to find them. Shouto’s and Enji’s relationship is deliciously nuanced and complex, and Hawks - Bakugou partnering up is just hilarious in the best ways. Adding a pinch of Touya makes it so far a perfect ride.
forever this way by Jumpingjedirose (TDDK, T, WIP) - is kind of a “Titanic AU” where Shouto is caged by his life at the Todoroki estate, and Izuku is an adventurer / artist who becomes Shouto’s guard. Great worldbuilding and a slowburn dynamic.
I already recced this Gen, Bakugou-centric fic: don't you worry, don't you worry, child by swimtime (T, 2K, 1/1) focusing on Katsuki and Mitsuki’s relationship - in a very nuanced way for some post-war hurt/comfort.
Also, don’t miss out the Shouto birthday fics round-up.
My fic recs
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7 TDBK/BKTD Fic Recs. Happy Labor Day.
The end of summer is sadly upon us, though it’s over 100 degrees where I live, so it doesn’t feel that way. Thank you global warming. Here are some fic recs in case you have some free time over the long weekend. Mind the tags, and take care of yourself. As always, YMMV.
The Anger Translators (T, 5.5K) @d-naggeluide. Todoroki considered, then sighed. "Do you think we'll ever be able to do this on our own?"
"Do what, express anger normally in a healthy-ass manner or some shit that's not either super repressed or extremely violent?" Bakugou glowered at him, arms crossed.
"Yes."
"No."
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In which Bakugou becomes Todoroki's anger translator and vice versa
This popular fic is pure fun. A most unique way for Bakugou and Todoroki to get together.
It Was You Before I Knew It (M, 10.2K) by @bideroo. In a shitty bar, gaudy with neon and too many people, Shouto has no idea he's teetering on the edge of 'make or break'. Will it be too late, once he finally figures it out?
One of my not-so-secret weaknesses is love triangles that end with Bakugou and Todoroki together. I know it’s not a popular trope, so there aren’t that many fics out there that tackle this niche. In this no-quirks AU Midoriya is sadly the loser (it’s in the tags so I’m not spoiling anything.) but there is some amusing interpersonal drama to get to that point. Also nice snarky banter between Todoroki and Bakugou, which is always a treat.
just a stupid button (G, 2.4K) by pyrrhicwildfire. Katsuki informs Todoroki on the meaning of asking for the second button from a guy's gakuran.
There’s some dark recs on here so have some fluff. Non-Japanese people love the button tradition, even if it is a little archaic in real life according to my two minutes of research. Another great button fic is The Right Buttons by TDRKBKGO
Morendo Memories (M, WIP) by MeikoAtsushi. There are three greatest regrets from this point in his life that Bakugou Katsuki cannot surmount.
The first is that flash of misjudgment.
The second is agreeing to Todoroki’s demands.
The third he never knew, is falling for someone that is going to forget him in the next 30 days.
Or: Todoroki is hit with a quirk that will slowly erase his memories, moves in with Bakugou, and maybe they share some shitty feelings about one another - feelings Todoroki wouldn't remember anyway.
This is one of my all-time favorite fics, but I feel bad putting it on here because it is likely to remain a WIP. It features one of the most creative and devastating quirks I’ve run across. It physically pains me that I’ll probably never know how the author planned to resolve the tragedy. I’ve probably scared you off, but don’t deny yourself the pleasure of reading such a well-constructed and emotionally complex fic.
Oblivious (E, 17.9K) by maisierita. “Bakugou,” Todoroki said. He swallowed. Bakugou watched his throat bob. “Just to be clear, because I know I often misread social cues. Are you propositioning me?”
Bakugou stroked Todoroki’s thigh. Todoroki had been a very straightforward teenager; Bakugou didn’t know the man very well but he suspected this facet of his personality had not greatly changed. “That depends,” he said. “Would you say yes if I were?”
Bakugou and Todoroki ditch Midoriya’s wedding to share some revelations and have some fun on their own. The payoff of years of pining.
so tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love? (E, 16K) by TDRKBKGO. He’ll single handedly add hundreds of godless views to Shoto’s videos, returning every night, his soothing voice seeping into Katsuki’s very core until it’s all that matters because it’s safe. He'll let Shoto be his soft whispers in the middle of the night, because damn it, sometimes even he needs those.
Because there’s no way they’d ever meet, right?
Right?
In this AU Bakugou is a Live-streamer and Todoroki is what the author describes as an “ASMRtist& Professional Boyfriend Roleplayer.” Bakugou is an avid consumer of “Shoto’s” videos, but a chance meeting with “Shouto” has him increasingly confused as he tries to separate Shouto from his Shoto persona. This fic also features some hot artwork.
The Truth I Hid (E, 6.2K) by monokuromu (ChiaRoseKuro). He’s forgotten everything about Deku, the shitty weepy fuck that he’s meant to be marrying for the rest of their fucking lives, but Todoroki remembers him? Hell, even Katsuki had almost forgotten about the godawful comparison Kaminari had made all the way back in their first year—but somehow, Todoroki remembers that stupid, throwaway comment.
Todoroki Shouto only remembers the very basics about himself—or half of himself, if Katsuki wants to be mean—but recalls something stupidly insignificant about him, and that…
( I only have one chance left, so I'll pour everything into this moment )
Another Todoroki amnesiac fic but be warned, this is some dark shit, especially if you read the follow-up from Todoroki’s pov. (Doubt Lies in Outstretched Hands) Not for the faint-hearted or Midoriya lovers but otherwise some rewarding mind fuckery.
#bnha fic rec#bktd#tdbk#bakutodo#todobaku#bakugou katsuki#todoroki shouto#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#mha#bnha
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secondhand hymns by Tierfal
(Gen, T, 3.5K, 1/1)
Natsuo just wants a chance to try to play the cards he's got.
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Erasermic fic recs!
Smile For The Camera by corndog_patrol, aka Aizawa and Mic make a sex tape together and run into trouble because the feels are too strong. Very fluffy, funny, and cute! Rated E, Aizawa POV, complete.
Improbable Botany 101 by Tierfal, a really excellent hanahaki fic featuring Mic as the poor sucker coughing up plants! Rated M, Mic POV, complete.
i ain't changed, but i know i ain't the same by BiSquared, my take on a hanahaki fic, featuring Aizawa as the poor sucker coughing up plants. Rated M, Aizawa POV, complete.
promise i'll be the cure by BiSquared, aka the sex pollen fic with no sex. Hurt/comfort, cuteness, and Mic being bad at putting two and two together. Rated T, Mic POV, complete.
ahhh thank you so much, these all seem great, I’m so stoked to read them! ♥️
send me your mha fic recs ~
#mha fic rec#erasermic#erasermic fic#erasermic fics#aizawa shouta#hizashi yamada#present Mic#Aizawa#aizawa x present mic#present Mic x Aizawa#eraserhead#my hero academja#boku no hero academia#bnha fics#bnha fic rec
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bnha fic rec
In which Shinsou Hitoshi and Kaminari Denki are foster care brothers and their guardian is... not the greatest.
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Izuku ran.
The raven didn’t follow, but his laughter did, although, once again, it seemed like nobody else could hear it.
Another fanart for @littlegreenpinetree fic "Woodland Paths"
This time with spooky AFO
#woodland paths#izuku midoriya#midoriya izuku#all for one#mha#bnha fanart#bnha#mha fanart#fae au#bnha fantasy au#mha fantasy au#bnha fic rec#mha fic rec#fae#digital illustration#procreate#teavillain's creation#poor Izuku
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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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i am no mother, i am no bride
Rei makes the fascinating discovery that she is fireproof.
fandom: my hero academia / boku no hero academia
rating: T
pairings: todoroki rei x todoroki enji, todoroki rei & todoroki touya | dabi
themes: todoroki rei-centric, toxic/abusive relationship study, motherhood, quirk evolution, revenge, family reunion, angst with a happy ending
song: king by florence & the machine
status: oneshot | 9.3k wc
click to read on ao3
#bnha#mha#bnha fanfic#fanfic#todoroki touya#bnha au#bnha fic rec#bnha fic#bnha imagines#bnha oneshot#bnha angst#bnha women#todoroki rei#dabihawks#todofam#mha fic#mha fanfic#mha au#mha fanfiction#mha angst#endeavor#todoroki family#canon compliant#canon divergence#mha oneshot#league of villains#lov#ujiko#bnha quirks#bnha fanfic recs
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when you see through life's illusions (there lies the danger) by blue_coquelicot
(T, 18K, 1/1)
Yesterday, Katsuki fell asleep in his bed—and Shouto, on the dojo floor.
Today, things are a little different.
OR a body swap fic starring reluctant-participant Bakugou Katsuki, airhead-extraordinaire Todoroki Shouto—and a handful of secrets uncovered...
Fic collection
#new arrival#pre relationship#platonic todobaku#todobaku#bakutodo#quirk accident#bodyswap#abuse#hurt/comfort#bnha fic rec#whump#shouto whump#Fic
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Bakugou is the character with the most ship in mha like there a doujin for every single person like he the bicycle of the mha community which is hilarious cause he would absolutely hate it
Yes, there is an absolute brilliant fic with this premise, and he definitely hates it:
if this is a romcom, kill the director by shaekspeares
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Vigilante Izuku but from Aizawa's pov (u know what I'm talking about tehe)
I do know what you’re talking about but I don’t bookmark my own works dhskdh so take this one instead!!
#bnha#bnha fic rec#aizawa shouta#midoriya izuku#ask game where you ask for a fic and I rec you something in my bookmarks
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