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boxofshadows · 5 months

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How Pro-Heroes would react to y/n getting attacked by a villain and ending up in the hospital

✦Includes: Midnight, Eraserhead, All Might, Ms. Joke✦

A/N: sfw!! requests are open if your fav isn't here! I'll write for anyone~★

Midnight

Midnight is incredibly good at hiding her emotions, I believe. Shes used to wearing a mask 24/7 in her hero role, so when she finds out you'd been hospitalized by a villain, she puts on a mask of levelheadedness. She would feel guilty if you had to comfort her after you'd just been traumatized.

Course, you aren't used to this side of her, so you assume she doesn't care. You end up breaking down and asking if she even cares.

"Of course I care, love, did I make it seem like I didn't?" "I'm so sorry baby, I just didn't want to stress you more."

After that, things smooth out. If you don't mind the eventual scar, she'll make it into a joke and flirt about it. "Y'know, I always thought scars were attractive~" and similar things.

If you don't like the idea of a scar, she offers comfort, and a way to hide it until you're more comfortable. "If you want, I can help you hide it and minimize it."

Shes very affectionate the entire time, she doesn't leave the hospital until you basically force her to go check on your cat and get some actual sleep.

Secretly blames herself for not being able to protect you.

After you get out of the hospital she doesn't treat you like glass, persay, but she does NOT let you do anything against your doctor's orders.

She also helps you sign up for therapy and reminds you that whatever happened wasn't your fault. (Hypocrite much?)

Kisses you and reassures you 24/7

It takes a bit for her to stop blaming herself, but you work together:)

Eraserhead

Most emotional man I know of. "logical" my ass.

Aizawa is immediately at your side. Like he will run across rooftops to get to you. He has NO chill. Part of me believes he gets to the hospital at the same time as you.

Clingiest motherfucker alive. Every ten minutes in the waiting room it's "Can I go in yet?" To the nurses. He doesn't sit down once.

Once he gets to you literally nothing is capable of getting him away from you.

He comforts you whenever you need it, deep down he knows there was nothing he really could've done to get there sooner. He's completely and totally focused on you.

When your other friends get the clear to see you, Joke takes pictures of you and him sleeping in the most awkward position

Brings your favorite blankets and foods

Makes you a playlist of classical music to help you sleep

Anything you need, bro is on it immediately

Once you're released he refuses to let you do anything strenuous. He opens the car door for you, helps you get buckled, etc etc.

He does take the hint when you ask to shower alone, and backs off a bit after that.

He offers to ask Recovery Girl to heal you, and brings you painkillers when you need them.

He understands your paranoia after the incident and helps you learn basic ways to keep yourself safe.

All Might

Would get to the hospital as soon as he could, but knows that you'd want him to stay and finish any responsibilities.

If he's in the middle of something, he finishes it as fast as he can and then gets to the hospital.

He gets there just as you're being taken to a room

Instantly asking if you're okay, if you need anything. The second you say you need something he's on it.

Also a clingy motherfucker

But he knows how to distract you from whatever hurts with dumb jokes and pictures of his student's progress.

Knows how to fill dead air basically. Doesn't really ask about the villain unless you bring it up, just to make sure he doesn't potentially trigger anything.

Listens empathetically when you tell him about what happened.

Offers to get you food, but you're both indecisive so it's just a back and forth of:

"what do you want to eat?"

"idk, I'm good with whatever, what do you want"

"you're the one in the hospital bed, what do you want?"

"you have to go get it, so-"

"fine, (food you hate) it is."

"..."

Won't treat you like glass, he knows what it's like and fuckin hated it.

Still offers to help you though, he just doesn't want to suffocate you

Takes you on drives across the coast to get a break from the city

Ms. Joke

Tries to act like she wasn't worried and knew you'd be fine the whole time

She didnt

She had to call Midnight to calm her down

Makes jokes about you "being apart of the club now" (having been attacked by villains) and then apologizes for what happened

Brings you treats and things to make you smile (comfort items, silly things she saw at the store, etc)

Has Nemuri smuggle your guy's tiny dog in and out like twice

Sits in silence and watches you sleep

Brings you headphones to drown out the annoying beeping

A little over protective afterwards

Clingy, but not Shouta clingy.

"you should go home"

"why, is something wrong?"

"you haven't left the hospital in a week, you clown."

"oh yeah. Oops!"

"..."

"ok ok I'm going!"

Showers, but also washes the exact same clothes and rewears them just to fuck with you "you didn't say I had to change"

"tell me you washed those, em, or you're on the couch and the dog gets your pillows."

"Of course I did!"

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nerdranttheories · 2 months

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All Might, who loves a partner that can eat,,,

College Toshi, who forgets people don’t eat as much as him and is impressed when they try their best to match him, Pro All Might, who sheepishly wakes his partner up at 2 AM to let them know the brisket he was slow-cooking while he was on patrol is ready, Small Might, who watches with heart eyes as his partner eats, since he’s not really hungry, but he can get enjoyment out of his partners happiness,,,

#all might #yagi toshinori #young might #shadow might #smol might #all might x you #all might x reader #my post

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karume-selfshipper · 1 month

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One of the Multiverse Triplets, Inari. Multiverse Triplets because I came up with them at the same time and they have very similar backgrounds. More on them later as I'm working on character profiles and novelizations of All Might's three daughters.

This isn't accurate, but it is dead on for how Inari feels for the longest time (from about 6/7 to 14/15). Not from All Might, but from everyone else that All Might can't do much about.

Also, it be janky cause I cannot draw action figures...

#all might #mha all might #all might mha #bnha all might #yagi toshinori #mha yagi toshinori #mha toshinori yagi #mha toshinori #bnha toshinori #toshinori yagi #dadmight #all might x oc (relative)#struggling in shadow #inari yagi

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writermask-0807-backupblog · 1 year

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TOSHINORI YAGI X READER {TRISTIS OCULIS." or: "YOU HAVE SAD EYES," }

A/N: It's Writermask, and it's my first post as the ✨BaCkUp bLoG✨!!! I officially got permission by Mod Eve (once-upon-a-scenario, you should really check them out if u already don't follow them), and am so happy!!! 😊this is a new writing s t y l e I've tried, and I hope u enjoy!!

Warnings: ooc Toshinori, mentions of blood, implications of abuse and depression.

HIS eyes are blue.

They're the most bluest you've ever seen- bright, bright sapphire hues, the rich spill of azure and cerulean over the black of the canvas, a slice of cloudless skies, the crystalline haze of the ocean.

And because you can recognize and dissect the character of a person through the shapes and colors of their eyes, (you know that sounds weird, and vaguely disturbing, even inside your head)- you know his eyes are the eyes of someone trustworthy, the eyes of a caring, friendly person- not the usually jaded, maybe even angry individual you usually encounter on these late night shifts.

(It's… refreshing, in a sense. Sort of, anyway. At least he's not glaring at you, impatiently grinding his teeth as you check his things out, or radiating the stifling aura of someone intimidating and not to be trifled with (like that Yakuza man with the cold, golden eyes that you met last week, but you digress), like the usual pew of customers that trickle in at this time of the night.

Instead, this man just looks… incredibly tired even as he manages a polite, feeble smile for you, and his skinny, frail-looking frame slumps with fatigue, like he's particularly world-weary today- as though the weight of the world is resting on his shoulders, heavy with a burden no-one but himself could possibly bear.

There are purple shadows under his eyes, and his cheeks are sunken in, and there's a certain hollowness to the way his sunflower-hued bangs veils his thin, tired face, a certain resignation to the way the sharp planes of his shoulders are hunched together, as he droops tiredly, looking like he's about to black out at any given moment.)

His eyes- those bright forget-me-not blues- they're the eyes of someone bright and cheerful (just… not right now), the eyes of a soft, caring person. They hold true kindness in them- the rare sort of kindness that's genuinely heartfelt, and you can already tell that this tall, lanky skeleton of a man has a big, big heart, and honestly, you have a shrewd feeling that he offers this silent gift of kindness- this unaffordable, rich gift of anyone and everyone who needs it.

And without even knowing this stranger, you just know he's the type of person who'd make a good hero. (Or maybe, the sort of person who's already a great hero, in his own way.) But despite all that, you glimpse something below that bottomless blue of his empty gaze, something hollow and empty, almost like…

Melancholy. Loneliness. Sadness.

And it’s contagious, somehow, in some way or another, and your heart aches for him- because you know that feeling all too well to not be acquainted with its presence, to the agony and inner turmoil that ensues with its touch.

The wilting look of frailty, of fragility in his lowered eyes reminds you of your own dark days- (of spending time curled in on yourself, of the constant hunger roaring through your stomach, of the gaping void of loss in your heart, the wet feel of metal flooding your mouth, of screaming and screaming and screaming for a help that never came-!)

You blink back the sudden bitter sting of memories flooding your mind, and you stare absently at him- at this poor, broken ghost of a man and wonder if this is how you once looked- once upon a time when you lost everything and everyone and had no more purpose to live, and his items suddenly goes limp in your hand as you lower them to the surface of the counter. The words spill out before you can stop them- hold them back, and for some reason, they taste sour on your tongue as you unconsciously murmur them out loud.

"Tristis Oculis."

The blonde startles at the sound of your voice slicing the silence apart, as though he's forgotten your presence for a moment, and then he straightens immediately, hands clenching into fists at his sides, as he goes stiff-shouldered and rigid-spined, like he's ready to be attacked. Despite the cordial smile that's still twisting his thin lips as he realizes there's only you- the entranced cashier behind the counter, there's a wary look in those tundra blue eyes as he tiredly meets your flustered gaze, but there's also confusion veiled behind the fatigue, curiosity laced behind the wariness.

"Sorry?"

He asks mildly, and you falter, breath hitching in your chest, eyes widening in absolute horror, as you realize that you've just voiced your musings aloud, and you slap your exasperated palms over your mouth, petrified at your blunder.

Pure and absolute mortification and embarrassment dawns on you as you realize what you'd just spoken, and you bow immediately, a hurricane of apologies falling uncontrollably from your lips, as shame weighs heavily in your chest, accompanied by the familiar stitch of gnawing guilt knitting your insides together into an uncomfortable, anxiety-induced bunch. You can feel heat rush to your face as your cheeks ignite in a wild, brilliant shade of ashamed scarlet.

You truly are sorry sorry sorry, you really hadn't meant to offend him any sort of way, you hadn't even meant to mutter that phrase aloud, you just-... You're awkward, and not really good at this, and you're deeply sorry, you really are. Sorry sorry sorry.

You tell him as much, your arm flailing about in wild, panicked gestures as you scrabble to bow even more deeply for apology, and you're pretty sure you've confused the poor man even more, as now he's blushing heavily too, wheezing something along the lines of "No, no, there's no need to apologize, really, it's fine!" as he forces a strained, awkward smile for your sake- an effort that doesn't go unnoticed by you, despite the terror clutching at your chest and the panic flooding your veins.

(Really, he's too kind-hearted.)

"But really, what did you mean by that phrase? I'm not… exactly familiar with it. "

The man says, when your panic finally dies down and all formal apologies has been exchanged between the somewhat exasperated him and your horrified self, tilting his head curiously, the corners of his mouth dipping down in a small, curious frown, and despite the blush of embarrassment coloring the apples of your cheeks, you can't help but compare him to an eager puppy. An eager, adorable puppy.

As soon as the thought forms, you snuff it out defiantly, cheeks are flaming even brighter at the- the audacity of it! He's your customer, for God's sake!

(But really, overlooking the momentarily halted drowsiness in his lanky, skeletal limbs, the fatigue sagging his shoulders and tiredness creasing his gaunt face, he really looks… cute. Not that he doesn't look cute regardless, but that's not the point!)

You startle nervously when you realize he's still looking at you, with those intensely blue, blue eyes, steady gaze a relentless blizzard, and you wring your hands together in a nervous tick as you begin to explain your… strangeness.

"T-tristis Oculis. It's um," You smile awkwardly at him, hoping to ease the storm of tension rolling thickly through the atmosphere, (that apparently only you seemed to detect, as the blonde seemed too preoccupied with searching your eyes for an answer.) "It's a- um, a Latin saying. It, uh, it means sad eyes."

You answer, stuttering around the dryness in your mouth, and you tongue feels like a heavy, unmoving weight in your mouth as you reply, fingers flexing tightly as you fist the fabric of your shirt in your clenched palms, to soothe your forever worsening anxiety, and you can feel the flush on your cheeks sear even hotter.

He stays silent, unreadable, (you get the feeling that he's normally a very expressive person, but just… not right now. Maybe you hit a nerve, or finally offended him in some way?) and you begin to panic once more. You fumble to say something, to break the awkward, heavy silence but you fail for the proper words as your mind blanks of all coherent thoughts, meek voice withering at the back of your throat as you desperately try to breathe around the knot of panic squeezing your chest, and your heart lodges in your throat, hammering wildly.

Before you can say anything, however, he speaks first, shattering the pregnant silence, and his voice is an incredibly, deceptively soft whisper, like he's on the verge of breaking down.

"How do you perceive my eyes as sad?"

His cobalt gaze is steady and hard- unlike the barely concealed tremors in his voice, and it pierces right through you, and as you try your very best not to shrink and fidget under the heavy weight of his gaze, you get washed by a sudden, strange sensation that feels odd in the most strangest of ways- like he's peering right into your soul.

(But despite the firmness in his stare, you see the minute shifts, see the way he falters, the smallest of breaths hitching in his chest, the slight widening of those powder blue eyes, the edges of darkness licking at his vision. Honestly, it's tragic, in a sense, because it's like looking into a shattered mirror and seeing what had once been yourself.)

Your heart stutters and throttles in your heaving chest, and you swallow thickly, unsure as to how to answer properly, feeling as though you're treading on very thin ice. It doesn't feel like he’s going to hurt you, however. More like how you were going to hurt him, instead.

You're seized by a sudden melancholy, somber feeling, and you feel the embarrassment ebbing away as you meet the crystal blue of his gaze, and you feel like you're sharing something of a very private, intimate moment, despite both of you barely knowing each other at all.

You decide not to lie. This moment feels too intimate, too precious for you to do so.

The truth is heavy and bittersweet on your tongue as you voice it aloud, and there's still a bashfulness in the way you fiddle with the hem of your shirt as you reply, cheeks flooding with crimson. (You're pretty sure you resemble nothing short of a very red tomato at this point.)

There's a note of strength, a wavering finality in your tone, however- one that leaves no room for argument.

"You- your eyes looked sad. And I- I know it's probably offensive and probably not my place, but, um, you look like someone that's normally really happy and bright, but- just, just very tired right now. Like you're afraid and broken and you want to be helped, but there's no-one for you to call out for… "

And indeed, despite the genuine friendliness and kindness and care that's thinly veiled behind the tire brimming in the ocean blue of his gaze, he has the saddest eyes you've ever seen- like he's breathed the air of war, tasted the bitterness of death and rot- like he's lost too many people and he's afraid and too broken to lose anymore.

(Like he's been strong for too long.)

(There's something unsaid crossing your tongue, and despite the fact that you don't speak it out loud, you know the both of you can hear it's silent voice- because you're both survivors, and you both can recognize and understand each other's pain, hear the desperation better than anyone else ever will.

"I know that look, because I've been there before- in that dark, dreary place you're in right now.")

When you finally muster enough strength to raise your heavy gaze and meet his blistering stare (it's softened considerably), there's a pearlescent liquid collecting at the corners of his eyes, something raw and painful and filled with pure, unadulterated hurt smoldering in his eyes, and it makes your own eyes water with white-hot emotion.

(Because you know exactly how this feels- know how much relief and liberation fills you when someone recognizes your torment and offers help- no matter how meager it is, when your cracks are allowed to mend, when the agony lessens even if it is only by the mercy of some kind words and a gentle smile.)

And as the late evening light of the dying sun spills through the windows, the filter of waning sunlight silhouettes his sharp, lanky (not-so-stiff) profile in spools of molten gold and honey, highlighting the honeycomb color of his wild, wild mane of a hair, and his eyes, those bright, bright sapphire hues gleam like freshly cut gemstones, forget-me-not blues so very vivid and glimmering with a renewed color and life that wasn't there before.

He's smiling through the tears as he lifts a palm to rub at the corners of his eyes, and it's a tender, soft sort of smile, not quite as bright and cheerful as he might've wanted it to be, all sweet and appreciative and gentle as the corners of his eyes crease into half-moons with the force of it.

(And your heart skips a beat as it lurches forward in your chest, and your breath halts, sitting still in your lungs, and your eyes widen, because his smile is so, so beautiful.)

You suddenly realize that nobody else has noticed his pain, tried to heal his hurt the way you have, and the revelation makes your own heart ache for him in the most bittersweetest of ways, and you welcome the pain that follows.

"And the part- the part where you said I'd make a good hero?"

He asks, and there's sort of a hesitation- a tone of rippling hope and childish innocence in his voice that would make anyone buckle at the knees and coo at him, and you feel your cheeks flush scarlet once again. Had you mentioned that part out loud too? Gosh, you're really awkward, aren't you?

His eyes are blue, and they're brimming with a sort of childish inquisition and the rim of tears and hope that you absolutely cannot bear to crush.

So- bearing your broadest, most brightest grin, you answer honestly, and you can't help but love the way those deep forget-me-not blues seem to light up from the inside out.

"I fully believe it."

{BONUS}:-

(And maybe, you'll never learn the secret that the man you would come to know as Toshinori Yagi, and eventually to your best friend and then to your lover, was really the Number One Hero All Might himself, and that on that day, and many days after that, you would be his hero- the person who'd seen him at his lowest and help him climb back onto his feet once again.)

FIN -

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peachymilkandcream · 1 month

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Fraud | Part 7 | Yandere All Might x Hero!Reader

(A/N: Now we'll get to see more of how All Might is a yandere specifically to Reader which I think will be a lot of fun. Hope you enjoy and comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, graphic depictions of violence, mind breaking, misogyny, power imbalance, age difference, cheating, unprotected sex, etc.

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"Phone call for you, All Might."

He sighed, always someone had to call right as he was leaving. In this instance he was supposed to go out on patrol with Shade, in the month it had been since she settled in the two of them had very little contact due to his busy schedule.

"Fine, send it through." Toshinori sits down, sighing as he picks up the phone. "All Might."

"It's me." The feminine voice one he had grown accustomed to in the past month. Their visits had become more and more frequent since the nearness of Shade mixed with him giving her space had been driving him crazy.

"Ah, next weekend, correct? I'm sure I can get away, give us a few hours at least if you can blow off the small dick wonder."

"That's not it, although next weekend works. I'm pregnant."

All Might wasn't shocked, he refused to use protection, and didn't much care if the woman he was with used it or not. Hidden in the shadows were many children he had fathered during his reign as top hero.

"I see. What do you intend to do about it?"

"I don't know, a hefty amount of child support would be ideal."

He scoffs. "You're really going to do this to me?"

"I'm not saying I am, I just want to hear your plan. This could ruin my current living situation you know."

"Not unless you're smart. Sleep with lover boy, and then tell him the child's his. The fool hasn't caught on where you spend your time or why you're so stretched out, he won't be stupid."

"Oh you're bad, letting another man raise your child?"

"The swine deserves it."

"Now what about us? Are you wanting to stop everything to avoid getting caught?"

"Of course not. Getting saddled with a baby and then your girl leaves you with it to ride another man's cock is something I quite enjoy thinking about."

"What about your little project there? The one this whole thing is about. Going to stop when you get with her?"

"Depends on how she plays her cards."

"Oh? Am I allowed to know?"

His gaze suddenly catches to Shade outside on the ground below, chatting up another pro. He had come to learn some of her body language to know she was flirting, and that whoever this person was enjoyed the advances.

"All Might? Are you still there?"

"I've got to go. Saturday, nine, wear something that I can rip off." He hangs up suddenly, quickly exiting his office and down to the scene below.

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Shade had never been much of a flirt but the way this pro talked to her just set her mind instantly at ease. He was nice and sweet, making her forget about Hunter and that woman for a little while. Besides, why shouldn't she be allowed to take her life back? Hunter was happily with the woman he had cheated on her with so why shouldn't she get some kind of revenge?

She was sexy and smart, even if it didn't go anywhere why not just start hooking up with people? She never had a phase where she experimented, using her college years to study and only one or two boyfriends in the mix. It was power, she could take the power back that was taken from her. Her gut said to run with it. And she was going to.

Then there was that laugh she had gotten familiar with. "I am here to speak with my new sidekick!" The gust of wind announced his presence even before he arrived, smiling just as much as ever.

"Oh All Might, I was waiting for you, do you mind if I go out on patrol with someone else today? I want to get connected to other pros in the area so that way we can know each other's strengths and weaknesses when a situation arises so we can work together better."

He laughs again. "I admire your passion newbie, however I need to show you more of the ropes with the All Might agency on how we do things!"

She sighs. "We can't do that later-?"

"I'm afraid not, I'm much too busy to reschedule unfortunately. So shall we be off then?"

Shade looks apologetically at her new acquaintance. "Yeah, we'll go. You have my number right? Call me." She smiles and follows All Might.

He doesn't miss her longing look. "A new friend I take it?"

"Something like that." Her slight blush is noticeable.

"Oh? More than that I take it? So soon after your traumatic break up?"

"It's not that soon. It's been a whole month, and I figured I've worked past most of it and why don't I deserve to be happy-?"

"It's a bad idea." He interrupts.

"Excuse me?"

"Don't go through with it. It's too soon and you'll just damage yourself more."

"That's really rude-"

"I mean it. Don't go through with this foolishness. I won't allow anyone in my agency to make such fools of themselves."

She's insulted and hurt but doesn't say anything more. It's not like All Might had to know anyway.

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Unbeknown to Shade, All Might had picked her a particular apartment so that he could see exactly where she went. All of her coming and goings were monitored by him or hidden cameras to ensure she wasn't doing anything he deemed unwise.

However he never expected her to delay a direct order.

He sat there watching her front door, as he often did in his spare time, when he saw her coming out and wrapping a coat around herself. What he did catch was the skimpy clothing underneath, there was no doubt in his mind that she was disobeying his instructions.

The nerve of her.

Toshinori had tried to be nice, tried to bide his time so she could heal and move on, and this is how she was repaying him? It was disgusting. He couldn't allow her to get away with this.

Time to enact plan b.

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Shade held her coat tighter against her with the bitter wind. It was cold despite the days being filled with spring sunshine, but she couldn't entirely complain, it did give her an excuse to hide her outfit.

What was she thinking? She had never been so bold before, but it felt good. She felt empowered and attractive. No one was going to bring her down.

"I thought I told you it was a bad idea."

Suddenly she turns, startled. "A-All Might-"

"Don't even start with an excuse, I gave you an order-"

"I'm not doing anything- just having some fun-"

"How dare you suggest betraying me like this as fun? I've given you everything."

"And I appreciate it but I need to live my life-"

"You will do it as I see fit- Now go home now-"

"You can't do this All Might, I have a right-"

"If you continue this impertinence I'll have to deal with you more harshly, and I don't want to do that Shade, so behave yourself."

"You can't control me-"

"Fine. If you won't listen I'll do this the hard way."

Then he moved, so fast she didn't even see what he did, only that her body faded into the comforting warmth of black unconscious.

#fraud #all might bnha #all might mha #yandere all might x reader #all might x you #all might x reader #all might #mha #bnha #bnha toshinori #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #toshinori x reader #toshinori yagi x reader #yagi toshinori #mha toshinori #toshinori yagi #all might x oc

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lightdustchild · 1 year

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Hello, hope you are having a good day/night?

I was wondering if you did All Might/Yagi Toshinori

If you do could I request Yagi x tall male villain reader who's like a total badass enemies - loves kinda thing

I've never written for all might but I'm going to try! Also his appearance is like Young all might :) He is still older than eighteen don't worry. This might be a little 18 plus 😃 sorry not sorry

All might/ Yagi toshinori x male villain reader

Enemies to lover's

All might the number one pro hero, someone all villains hated and dreamed of defeating one day. You had a few encounters with him but he never caught you and sometimes you found yourself hiding and watching him from the shadows. Every essence of your being screamed for you to hate him he was your enemy after all. But you just couldn't something About him was so intriguing.

"We meet again" Toshinori said as he stepped into the empty Alley way you were in. "I haven't caused trouble so why are you here?" You asked as you lit a cigarette and placed it in your mouth. "You've done things before!" He stated and you blew a puff of smoke "Yet you have failed to catch me" came your snarky reply. His eyes narrowed as he looked at you before he walked towards you, you didn't move as you continued puffing smoke into the air. Eventually he made his way in front of you "Why aren't you running" he asked seeming genuinely curious. "I'm not in the mood at the second" you said and dropped the cigarette before stomping on it. A smirk found its way on your face as you raised your palm against his chest and shoved him against the wall on the other side of the Alley way and then laid your hands at his sides preventing him from escaping.

His breathing picked up and you scanned his face before moving down truly examining him since you now have him so close. You grinned before looking up at him eyes flickering down to his lips indicating what you planned. "This is un becoming of a hero and villai-" you cut him off as you pressed your lips against his he showed no restrictions as he let you slip your tongue through his lips. Titling his head and leaning forward he deepened it further, pulling away you smirked mildly amused "You were saying?" You asked your voice Cocky as you looked at him. He turned his head and looked away a light blush covering his face. Feeling proud of yourself you removed your arms only to have him grab them and pull you back. "Hm?" You hummed being confused for the first time "When can I see you?" He asked and you grinned "I'll always be there you just have to look" before you disappeared. "What have I gotten myself into" He mumbled and you found yourself thinking the same thing.

#bnha #x reader #mha #all might x you #all might x male reader #yagi toshinori #toshinori x male reader #toshinori x you #x male reader #villian reader

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wallfl0wer-babe · 2 months

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How The Mighty Do Fall (Toshinori Yagi AKA All Might x Male Reader) +18

+18 CONTENT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

(Aladdin AU)

As requested by @princeasimdiya12

Content Warning- hypnosis, dub-con, public nudity, stripping, chastity cage, dom male reader, sub character, exhibitionism, anal

Synopsis- Toshinori Yagi, the beloved Prince of Agrabah, with you for his trusted advisor and secret lover. Fed up with being his dirty secret you take matters into your own hands, abusing Toshiniri’s trust and exposing him for what he really is, a filthy plaything belonging to you alone.

(A/n: This is my first time writing for a male reader so I apologize if it isn’t very good.)

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The day was sweltering hot, like every day in the Kingdom of Agrabah. Just the sight of the golden sands causing your feet to hurt, as you looked out at the endless dry sea surrounding the kingdom. “My dear does something trouble you?” You did your best to restrain the frustration threatening to make itself known from showing to your king and lover Toshinori. Worried that the hurtful words you were struggling to hold back would spill from your lips if you dared to speak you simply nodded, you back still turned away from the king with hair as gold as the sand. “Dearest I know something is wrong, please tell me so I might ease your worries.” The feeling of his arms pulling you into his chest and his soft lips littering kisses along your neck would usually make your body feel a sense of warmth and comfort, but in this moment it only brought you naseau and disgust.

“Worry not my dear, everyone has been sent away, it is only us two that remain.” The way he said such heart-stabbing words with such kindness and obliviness had you last thin thread of restraint snapping. “You say that as if it is I ashamed to be revealed to the world as your lover when you know it is you who is ashamed of me.” Toshinori didn’t look angry or shocked at your outburst only calm and sympathetic and it only served as fuel for your pain ridden rage. “Come now dearest-“ “Forgive me your majesty, but I’ve had a long day and seemed to have forgotten my place, I think it’s only right that I retire before things get out of hand.” You spoke through clenched teeth. Not even waiting for his answer before turning your heel and with as much decorum as you could muster, making your way toward your chambers.

Letting the tears of fury and heartache fall freely as soon as you closed your doors behind you. How lucky he was that he never had to worry about the man he loves never belonging to him while he belonged to them entirely. It was maddening that feeling and you would do everything in your power to change that as you had grown tired to being a mere plaything and dirty secret of the man you so dearly loved and adored.

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It had been a few weeks since that night and It had only taken a simple tearful apology to convince Toshinori everything was well once more, completely unaware that you had set your plan into motion. It was out of love that you did this. It was for the both of you and your future after all.

From the shadows came the kingdoms best blacksmith. He had been easier to enchant than you had thought, for such a skilled and renowned craftsman he was exceptionally weak-willed. “I have what you asked great regent(y/n).” Taking the heavy bundle from the man you peaked under the cloth, revealing a beautifully crafted golden chastity cage embellished with beautiful engravings and a matching buttplug embellished with a diamond you had chosen yourself. “And the key?” you questioned. As if it were a command he swiftly pulled the key from his pocket and dropped it into your awaiting palm. “You’ve done well.” Tucking the bundle under your arm you pulled out a large sack of gold from beneath your cloak along with your staff. The gems In the eyes of your snake staff glowing as you spoke, entrancing the man. “You will take your payment and forget about ever making this for me. You will forget that I ever came to you at all. You will never question how you came to get this money and you will go on with your life.” “Yes your greatness.” The man nodded, taking the sack of gold from you and leaving. You smiled to yourself, turning the key over in your hand, tomorrow would be the beginning of your new life with Toshinori.

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“My dearest one, how glad I am to be alone with you at last.” Toshinori said, falling into the comfort of your bed with a sigh. “As am I Toshi. It’s been far too long since I’ve had you to myself.” Toshinori chuckled, “aww is my handsome man jealous, you know I’d give you all my time if I could.” Your eye twitched, yet again you were reminded that you would always come second to your lovers kingdom and title. “I love you Toshinori.” “I love you as well dearest.” The eyes of your staff started to glow, “you want to prove you love me. Toshinori’s gaze became lost as he repeated your words. “You’re going to share this truth with the royal council tomorrow and you’re going to obey me from this moment forward unless I command otherwise, understood.” “Yes dearest master.” A satisfied grin graced your features as you gripped his chin. “That’s my good boy.”

You captured his lips in a sinful kiss full of teeth and tongue. The room filled with whimpers as Toshinori desperately tried to get off on you thigh wedged between his legs. You immediately retracted your lips and leg at the realization. “Dearest Master, please, I need it.” You laughed, wiping his tears of frustration away with your thumb. “I know sweet boy, but I need you nice and pent up for me for the council meeting tomorrow.” Toshinori whined, reaching out a greedy hand to squeeze your leaking cock through your pants only to receive a harsh slap across the face. “Stay still filthy brat.” Toshibori’s body instantly froze, small needy whines still escaping his mouth. “Look what you did you naughty slut, now I have to punish you.” The silk sheets rustled as you stood up, leaving a needy and panting Toshinori frozen on the bed. You knelt before the large chest at the foot of your bed. Using the tip of your staff to unlock it. You gently pulled out the wrapped bundle and unfolded the fabric to reveal the exquisitely crafted chastity cage and buttplug before carrying it over to the temporarily paralyzed Toshinori. You sweetly kissed down his navel before pulling down his pants and boxers. His cock was red and angry with precum spilling from the tip. “Aw poor thing. Look at you so desperate and pathetic for me.” The fear and excitement was evident in his eyes as you grabbed his throbbing cock and slid the chastity cage over it before finally locking it into place and tucking the key back under your tunic. You then roughly shoved the plug into his unprepared ass, tearing a painful yell from Toshinori at the sudden intrusion.

You softly caressed Toshinori’s face before gripping his chin. “Watch me.” You commanded, straddling his chest and releasing your own leaking cock. You let out a shuddering moan as you began to slowly stroke it. Toshinori drooled as he hungrily watched you chase your release, letting out increasingly louder moans as you desperately fucked your cock into your fist. Your cock throbbed, so close to the verge of release. You roughly grabbed Toshinori’s tear-stained face. “Beg me to bless you with my release, for me to drown that whore body of yours in my cum.” “Please Dearest Master, cleanse this filthy body of mine with your delicious fluids. Please I beg you have mercy on this cock-hungry fool and grace me with the divine sight of your ecstasy.” With a quick caress to the twist of your wrist combined with the desperate and downright filthy begging of Toshinori, white hot pleasure washed over you and painted the sculpted tan body of Toshinori with your thick cum.

Whimpers escaped Toshinori as he drooled over your softening cock he was unable to taste or feel. With a smirk you grabbed Toshinori’s head, tangling your fingers into his long golden locks and jerked his face to you cum covered shaft. “Clean it.” You commanded, swiping your thumb across the slick bottom lip of his mouth lovingly. Toshinori didn’t show an ounce of hesitation as he eagerly lapped at the sticky seed coating your shaft, littering it with soft kisses as he did. “That’s my good boy, I love how obedient you are.” Your cock was left gleaming with saliva as you pulled a dirty and disappointed Toshinori away. “Don’t fret my beloved I’ll give everything I have and more tomorrow, I promise.” Toshinori nodded with vigor at your promise watching you as you fetched a towel from the baths. You gently cleaned your seed from his body with the damp towel, enjoying the way he watched you with eyes full of nothing but love and admiration. Tossing the rag onto the bedside table you kissed him on his forehead and trapped him in a firm embrace, letting the peacefulness of sleep overcome the both of you.

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It was nearly time for the Sultans Council to meet, the giddiness you felt immeasurable. After so long you would finally be freed from the shadows and free to live openly as Toshinori’s lover. You had prepared everything, having given Toshinori your instructions earlier this morning it was only a matter of time until you both got what you’ve wanted for so long. A knock on the large doors of Toshinori’s chamber grabbed both his and your attention. “Your majesty all of your council has arrived and awaits you in the meeting chamber.” You anxiously watched Toshinori in anticipation of whether he would heed your earlier commands. “Thank you, I’ll take my leave then.” Relief washed over you as he spoke in his usual royal and respectable manner all the while looking at you as a puppy would look to its master for approval. “You heard her, our audience awaits.” You said, your lips curving into a sick smile.

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“Your majesty, what an honor it is to be in your presence once again. And you as well Grand Advisor (Y/n).” You offered a nod in appreciation, watching Toshinori and his council quietly in the background as you typically would, except now instead of a timid serveant to the king you were a cobra waiting to strike. “Do you wish to begin todays council you majesty?” One of the men asked. Toshinori gave you a brief subtle glance before nodding. “I do, let us all take our seats and commence with the council.” The men bowed, taking their respective seats at the fine crafted marble table. “This meeting will not take long, but trust me when I say it will monumental and become part of history.” The room was briefly filled with the curious murmurs before dying down as Toshinori raised his hand to demand silence. “I intend to marry before the next fortnight.” Looks of excitement came over the men as they greedily awaited an opportunity to offer up their daughters, unknowing such an opportunity would never present itself. “Grand Advisor (Y/n), my most trusted advisor, and longtime lover is to become my husband.” The room erupted in gasps, looks of disgust making its way on the mens faces. “Your majesty forgive me but such a thing is unacceptable, and frankly vulgar. Not to mention you wouldn’t be able to produce an heir.” “Gentlemen am I not the Sultan?” The men nervously held their tongues at the dangerous look that overcame Toshinori’s eyes, nodding obediently. “Than are you claiming to know better than your Sultan, who has done so much for the kingdom in which you and your family’s reside, quite comfortably might I add.” “Of course not your majesty, we just worry for the kingdom is all.” Toshinori scoffed “Have I not done everything to ensure the kingdom strived throughout my entire reign?” “Yes your majesty, but—“ “I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t believe it to be what is best for the kingdom and myself.”

A twisted smile pulled at your lips at Toshinori’s next words, “Perhaps you need a demonstration of our devotion to each other.” Toshinori stood from his seat, climbing into your lap. “You did well my good boy, now why don’t you give them a show, strip.” You, demanded in a faint whisper that could only be heard by Toshinori. He eagerly nodded, crawling on top of the table and teasingly peeling the fine silks from his body as the council members watched in shock as their esteemed Sultan stripped himself like a common street whore. As Toshinori untied the laces of his breeches, revealing his cock, confined in the chastity cage the men all collectively gasped in outrage and disgust several shooting up from their seats to take their leave. Taking your staff and slamming the end of it on the ground creating a strong vibration and clang that for a brief moment captured the attention by all the room, the brief moment you needed to complete your plan. “You will return to your seats and enjoy the rest of the display you should consider yourselves lucky to witness. You will accept and respect this decision and me as Toshinori’s husband and use your influence to spread this acceptance and respect throughout the kingdom.” As you uttered the last of your commands the glowing of your staffs gem eyes faded. The effect was instantaneous, as you had known it would be as the men, despite being the most powerful and influential in the country were no match for you.

As the last man took his seat you beckoned Toshinori over with you finger, a command he eagerly obeyed, looking at you with pure adoration. Gripping his chin your jerked his head to look up at you. “Be a good boy and get in position for me.” Desperate for the pleasure he had been torturously denied for so long Toshinori turned around, presenting his ass stuffed with a jewel plug. “That’s a good boy.” You placed a few kisses onto his naked back, trailing down to his ass. He moaned as you pulled his cheeks apart to better reveal the expensive jewel between them. You sensually massaged around the stone with your thumb in an attempt to soothe Toshinori’s quivering body. “Dearest master, please.” Your cock twitched at the sound of his desperate begging and unable to handle the anticipation any longer you pulled it from his hole. Letting the plug fall to the floor you spat a glob of spit on his hole, admiring the way it swallowed up two of your thick fingers so greedily. Toshinori’s eyes rolled into the back of his head at the way your fingered massaged his walls with skill and precision. “Being such a good slut for me Toshi, my good patient boy.” Toshinori whined, shaking his ass in hopes you would finally fill him up the way he’d been needing since yesterday.

The council watched with glassy stares, some with envious looks as the pumped their leaking cocks at the scene. You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at their pathetic states after they had made such a fuss not long ago. “I think they’re ready for the main event, what does my needy slut think?” “Yes, yes, please fill me up, need it, been so good.” He babbled, the promise of pleasure bringing him to the brink of madness. Pulling your spit soaked finger from his now stretched hole you landed a harsh slap onto his ass, reveling in the shocked yelp that escaped his throat. “Poor thing, I’ve left you neglected for too long haven’t I.” Toshinori whimpered, nodding his head with tears of frustration in his eyes as his cock painfully throbbed inside the chastity cage. “Well in that case I guess you won’t mind if I get right to it.” Harshly gripping his hips you roughly pulled him back, impaling him on your cock. You let out a loud groan as his walls wrapped themselves around your cock, seeming to grow snugger with every thrust. “Ha shit~” you groaned your pace pace growing more and more brutal with the goal of making Toshinori’s screams of pleasure grow louder. You were so lost and pleasure that it took several attempts from Toshinori to catch your attention. “Off, ‘lease ‘eedit off!” He slurred frantically. With your mind hazy from pleasure it took you a while to realize he was referring to the chastity cage suffocating his cock. Pulling yourself from the embrace of his walls you hurriedly ripped off your clothes, soaked with sweat, and shoved Toshinori on his back. Tearing the key from your neck you swiftly unlocked the cage and Released Toshinori’s angry weeping cock from it.

“You’re such a whiny whore for me~” without warning you shoved your cock back inside of him, your eyes rolling back at the sensation of his walls clamping around your dick. Toshinori let out a loud string of moans in relief, desperately fisting his weaping cock in tandem with your sloppy violent thrusts. With a growl you folded Toshinori in half, throwing his legs over your shoulders. The claps of your balls smacking against his ass echoed throughout the room as his hole greedily swallowed your entire length, drowning out the sounds of the council men hugrily pumping their raw cum-covered cocks to the lewd sight, whines and groans escaping them as they overstimulated themselves.

“Dearest Master, ‘lease.” Toshinori panted his cock twitching as he painfully teetered in the edge of release. “Gah fuck, don’t you dare come before me you sel- fuck! -ish whore” you groaned, your own release quickly approaching. “You can’t cum until I do!” He whimpered, clenching tighter around your cock, until your release washed over you in powerful waves of mind-numbing pleasure. Your seed flooded his twitching hole as you spilled inside him with a low groan, a direct contrast to the pathetic wines he let out as his angry cock sprayed release onto both of your sweaty bodies. Pulling your softening cock from his twitching walls with a shudder, your bodies sticky from his cum you turned your focus to the pathetic sight of the whiny overstimulated council, their clothes soiled from sweat and their releases. Uttering a tired “You’re dismissed” the men unsteadily rose to their feet and made their way out of the room.

Enjoying the rooms silence that came with their silence, save for the labored breathing of Toshinori. “Sleep my pet.” You spoke, planting a soft kiss on the forehead of the exhausted Toshinori. A wicked smile of satisfaction graced your features as you reveled in your power and the fate befitting your greatness that awaited.

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nonobadcat · 2 years

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Imagine Nana nearly dying to save Reader from her horrible husband, only for her efforts to end up for naught, watching Reader be completely consumed by Stockholm Syndrome as AFO takes her away. That would be absolutely devastating.

CW: Nana Trauma

Ommfff... Your gut punch ask hit me so hard I literally got nauseated reading it.

For those that don't know, this ask is related to the yandere 18+ All For One x Reader story: A Hypnotic Nightmare - rated E for “Everything is fucking wrong with this story”. Minors: do not interact.

Since Chapter 17 of this shit show, Nana has made herself out to be the classic OFA martyr. Not only did she have to LIVE all of Reader-chan's trauma, but she's got every since OFA user's personal accounts added to it. Worse yet, Yoichi is sitting inside her head confirming the reality of her nightmares. She can't even pretend that it's just a bad dream when ALL of her knows it to be true.

So let's see here... Nana found out around Feb 15th and, as of Chapter 55 we're into... late June/early July? Nana's obsessively planning to save Reader-chan for four months.

Not to mention, this thing isn't just Nana anymore. We've got Toshinori, Gran Torino, Mental, Nezu, Oceanus, Apollo and heaven knows how many other people behind the scenes on this attempt. Not only would Nana have to live the failure, she'd have a gaggle of witnesses to boot.

Can you just imagine?

Hand clasped over the gaping wound in her left arm, Nana climbed to her feet, shaking and pale. She choked on the foul fumes pouring from a ruptured sewer line before squinting through the clouds of asphalt dust. Flames licked at the base of crumpled buildings. The harsh cracks of burning glass popped all around her, like sinister parodies of summer fireworks. A puff methane gas ignited on her right. The tips of her black hair curled back upon her shoulders, glowing red like a poker before they snuffed into ash.

You turned to face her, your expression shadowed by the orange blaze behind your back. With his arms wrapped around your body like a cloak, All For One's grin gleamed in the flickering light. Hooded red eyes, looked the Float Hero up and down.

Nana's right hand clamped into a first as the left hung limp at her side. Hard teeth gritted tight until the ringing in her ears was a shrieking chorus of eight voices all crying the same thing:

"Don't touch her!"

"My, oh my..." All For One clicked his tongue, his smirk growing one tooth wider. "What has my little brother been telling you?" He pressed his cheek against yours and buried his nose in a lock of your hair.

When he took a slow, deep inhale, bile burned across Nana's tongue.

"That boy has such a hero complex. It's a wonder any of you survive half as long as you do with the way he sweet talks you into going along with his little games." All For One's eyes drifted shut as he nuzzled into your temple. "Honestly, I'm starting to think he can't stand to see anyone happy."

Despite the flames all around, you shivered.

"Go on," he murmured, softly brushing the shell of your ear with his lips. His thick arms squeezed tight around your frame. One hand dipped to your belly, cradling the bulge growing inside you as he tongued a lurid kiss to your cheek. "Tell this poor misguided creature the truth," he hissed.

You tried to open your mouth, but gluey saliva entombed your words like flies in a pitcher plant.

Sharp tip nipped at your neck. "Puppy," he growled. "While I do love a tease, don't play games with your friends."

"I..."

There was a wet flick at the column of your throat.

You swallowed. "Nana, I..."

His thumb dipped just under the waist band of your pants, scratching soothing strokes into hot skin.

Biting back a gasp, you managed to whimper: "N-not here..."

"Come now, my dear," he taunted, nibbling down your neck. Large palms flattened against your hips, pressing you into his own. A slow grind firm bulge between your butt cheeks brought a fiery flush to your face. He groaned as a jolt of electric lust jumped from your quivering body to the pads of his fingers. "Lies and omissions do not become such an—" He chuckled, before purring the words. "—honest woman."

Curling into his massive frame, your eyes drifted into a dreamy, half lidded stare. A pulse of wanton heat tingled up your core. Every tantalizing brush of his skin again yours was laced with sizzling energy that urged your heart into a painful gallop. With the Demon Lord himself breathing down your neck, there was no room for an angel on your shoulder. The words flew from your lips, riding the last breath in your lungs.

"I love him."

All For One's foul smile spit his face as the sound of delicious shattering reached his ears. It could been the window of the corner store behind him exploding in the flames, but it wasn’t.

Nana slumped to the crumbling pavement, scraping her knees in the the fall.

Red eyes smoldered with hellfire as Shigaraki scooped you up into his chest. Cradling his prize, he inhaled the toxic smoke that billowed over the wreckage. A sweeter scent than this victory, he'd never breath again.

"I'll catch up with you later, little brother," he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head. "I'm afraid I have to tend to my wife. She's feeling rather needy."

As Nana watched him carry you off into the sulfurous black smog, she collapsed under the wreckage of her own heart.

...and to loop back to the subject of calendar dates, you all do remember what past event happened at the start of July , right?

No?

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aheckinmess · 28 days

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Apricity || Toshinori x OC

(One-Shot series 2/? - regularly updated every Saturday.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Toshinori Yagi, All Might, Toshinori x OC, All Might x OC, Smol Might, All Might is a Ray of Sunshine, I Just Want Smol Might to Eat, Symbol of Peace to the Rescue, Damsel in Distress, Oh Wait She Saved Herself, Well Kinda, Endeavor is An Electric Blanket

Word Count: 2,759 words

Summary: When someone catches wind that Ichijiku is All Might’s love interest, she’s taken hostage and on a time table, buried underground. While she struggles to remain calm and try to escape, All Might must not only fight the villain, but also pull a confession of her location from him; if the villain refuses, will the Symbol of Peace fail to save the one person who’s life matters most to him?

Chapter 2: The Underworld

Ichijiku (Tigress)

Knowing Toshinori and All Might are one and the same shakes my world, but ultimately isn’t too overwhelming once I get used to it. In fact, it makes some things a little easier whenever he has to leave abruptly or how he only has to give me a certain look and I know plans have to change. However, it’s not until a tanned hand slaps around my mouth and I’m pulled against a taut chest that I realize exactly why Toshinori kept it a secret for so long.

I try screaming through my nostrils and my muscles push against the person behind me in a flight response, trying to escape. A deep voice growls in my ear.

“You’re All Might’s girl, aren’t you?”

I bite his hand in response.

“Easy now,” He grunts, fingernails digging into my cheeks and making me grit my teeth. “If you want an easier death, you’d better comply.”

You’re a dumbass if you think I’m going quietly. I think, but I nod as I wrack my mind for strategies to escape this situation. Forcing deep breaths into my lungs, I make myself remain calm. When his grip loosens, I only get a glimpse of two golden eyes before the world spins into darkness.

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All Might’s smile lights up the streets as he scans the city for trouble. He’s starting to learn that with his injury, he doesn’t have as much time patrolling as he used to, but he’s too stubborn to take it lying down. He alternates between walking and encouraging citizens with floating across the skies to remain vigilant for danger.

A bank alarm shrieks a block from his location and he speeds off in a flash of blue. It appears to be a typical robbery, something easy for the robust hero to put a stop to. He’s got four men and their bags of money outside the bank when one of them speaks, fighting his restraints.

“You…ergh! You have no idea what’s in store for you, All Might!”

“Hahaha! Perhaps not, villain, but I know that justice is in store for you!” His iconic smile stays cemented in place as red and blue lights dance in his vision.

“I wonder what your precious girlfriend has in store for her?” The man snarls, lifting his head with a vicious grin.

“Girlfriend? Ha! What gave you such an idea?”

“You can’t hide that shit from me. My boss has already looked into it. You can act like you don’t know who I’m talking about all you want to, but it’ll only make her die faster.”

A menacing blue glow emanates from All Might’s eyes as he tilts his head down towards the villain, face now shrouded in shadow. He grips the front of the man’s shirt and pulls him up to his face.

“What are you playing at, fiend? Who do you work for and where is she?” He growls, making all four men cower under his gaze. Even the man he’s talking to loses his smirk and trembles in his grasp.

“G-Got your attention now, d-do I?” He scoffs, trying to brush off his intimidation.

“Where is she?” All Might repeats.

“Why should I tell you?”

All Might pulls the man away from the wall and then slams his back into the brick building. He doesn’t utter a word, only glares at him and waits for an answer.

“I’m not obligated to tell you anything, Big Man. Catfish has the location hidden. Even if you could fly up and find her, she’d be dead by the time you got there.”

All Might’s heart stops momentarily in his chest as menace drips from his aura.

“Where is your boss, then?”

“He’s waiting for you in the Roppongi district.”

Close to my agency. All Might leaps from the scene as the police officers arrive, promising explanations and leaving bank tellers to give the rest of the account. When he coughs up a handful of blood, he knows he’s in trouble. I’m going to need help on this. Ichijiku needs me.

As he floats across the city towards his agency, he’s on his phone.

“Endeavor Agency, this is Endeavor speaking.” The familiar voice of his rival huffs.

“Endeavor! This is All Might. I need your help in the Roppongi district immediately. This is an emergency!” He keeps his smile in his voice, but the panic can’t be helped. Not when his reason for living could die at any minute.

“All Might!” He wonders just how hard Endeavor is clenching his jaw to keep from saying some quippy remark. “I’ll be there soon. Is there anything I should know before I reach your location?”

“It’s Catfish.”

. . . . .

When I open my eyes, I’m trapped. Darkness surrounds me and breathing is difficult. As I start moving to feel around for my surroundings, my shoulders and legs bump against hard wood. Panic settles inside me as I reach above me to feel the same thing.

I’ve been buried alive! That bastard buried me down here. How am I going to get out?! Am I going to die down here? The more frantic my thoughts, the more frantic my breathing. As soon as I realize this, I close my eyes - not that it makes a big difference - and inhale deeply, holding for a moment, and then exhale. I can get out of here. I just can’t panic. Toshinori will find me, but I have to find a way out of this coffin first. The box is made of wood, so it’s not metal or anything reinforced that we can’t break.

I remember reading an article somewhere about tying my shirt around my head to keep dirt particles out of my face. Though it’s a tight space, with steady breaths and a stubborn disposition, I wriggle out of my shirt and tie it around my head. I brace my back against the box and kick the top above me.

There’s no telling how long I work at it. My bones shiver with despair and I worry this will all be for nothing as it becomes harder and harder to breathe. But then a loud crack encourages me to redouble my efforts. When I shove harder with all the strength in my legs and dirt starts pouring in, I have to remind myself to keep my breath steady.

I shove all the falling dirt down to the empty space at my feet, slowly making my way to a seated position as loose earth continues to rain upon me. When I can finally stand, I let the remaining dirt compile under my feet, and shove the rest out of the coffin. When I finally breach through the surface, I can see the colorful world filtered in the blue fabric of my shirt.

I untie my shirt and pull it down to more clearly see my surroundings; tears trickle down my cheeks as I locate a ledge I can reach. Clawing the edge of it, I hoist myself up and haul myself out of the hole.

The metal ends of five guns swivel in my direction and take away all the breath I’ve just earned.

. . . . .

“I thought you’d put this guy away months ago!” Endeavor roars, focusing on minimizing collateral damage while All Might fights a dark-haired man.

It’s been a minute since the fight started and Endeavor can see Catfish is already winded. The only thing in his favor is his quirk. With the ability to manipulate tectonic plates, minor earthquakes cause the number two hero to help civilians and avoid as much damage as possible while All Might fights.

Regardless of the wild goose chase, All Might has Catfish restrained in minutes.

“Where did you put her?” He grounds out, fighting against every murderous urge in his body.

“What’s it matter to you?” Catfish grins broadly even as he trembles under the large man’s gaze. “She’s dead by now anyway. You can only last two hours tops when you’re buried alive.”

Buried alive?! No. No, no, no! All Might’s face gives him away. Agony flashes across his features, and Endeavor speaks up to cover for him.

“If she’s dead now, then why keep her location a secret? You seem proud of your work, then show it to us.” He says.

“You’d be surprised how many isolated parks there are in Tokyo to hide dead bodies in. All it took was a keen observer to choose the right one.” Catfish taunts.

All Might slams a fist into his face, knocking out the villain as he restrains him.

“What did you do that for?!” Endeavor barks.

“I know the park. I know exactly where she’s at. Hurry!” All Might takes off, speeding off as Endeavor stubbornly attempts to keep up with him.

“How do you know?”

“Odaiba Seaside Park. It’s the only place Ichijiku and I could have been seen together recently.” He grunts at himself, doubling his pace as the world flashes by in a blur of color. “I’m so stupid! She’s going to die because of me!”

“Not with both of us on the scent.”

. . . . .

“Catfish! What are we supposed to do if the girl makes it out before All Might gets here?!” One of the gunmen speaks into an earpiece.

When another pair of arms grip mine, instinct takes over. I did not work this hard to be trapped again! I yawn, exaggerating the sound to make it louder and more potent, even as the cost of my action wreaks havoc on my throat.

Their bodies drop around me, fast asleep in a circle. As much as I want to take the time and bask in my freedom, I don’t have the luxury. I take only one minute to realize I know this park, before the sound of dogs barking in the distance sends me running.

“The dogs will find her!” I hear a voice call. “The rest of you search the park!”

Where do I go? I don’t have my phone so I can’t let Toshi know I’m safe. But I need to find somewhere to hide until he can get here. Up a tree. The idea seems the most likely to keep me hidden so long as I put some distance between the dogs and my captors. I drive my toes into the dirt, pushing my asthmatic lungs to keep going so I can make headway.

When I see a small pond, I rush over and slide into the murky water despite the frigid temperature. It seems a small price to pay for another chance at life. I hold my breath and duck under the surface before coming back up and hearing the pack of dogs closing in.

I swim downstream a little bit before hopping out and sprinting again. My poor lungs burn for oxygen, but I make a mental promise to them that they can breathe all they want to when we’re safe. A large ginkgo tree comes into sight and gives me the remaining motivation to push my legs harder across the grass.

Since I’ve been scaling trees since I was small, the hardest part of climbing is just getting to the lowest branch. I leap and hug the tree with my arms and legs, channeling Toshinori and forcing myself to use every muscle to its full potential. Once I’m secured on the lowest branch, it’s smooth sailing. I pant and wheeze as I ascend higher and higher, until the limbs feel too flimsy to hold me anymore.

I hug the limb I’m laying on, keeping my eyes trained across the expanse of the park. I shudder when the dogs come into view.

. . . . .

All Might catches sight of the disturbed earth quickly, hope alighting in his eyes when he sees five unconscious bodies surrounding the open circle.

“This is a sign she used her quirk! She must have escaped–” All Might barely gets the words out when he hears dogs barking across the park.

“Hurry! They must be chasing after her!” Endeavor warns.

The Symbol of Peace reaches the men and their dogs in seconds, shocking them when he moves faster than they can think. All Might uses the leashes on the dogs to simultaneously restrain their handlers and keep the pups from going anywhere.

“ICHAN!” He calls across the park, scouring the trees, the pond, the vast expanse of grass before them. “I’m here! Where are you?!”

Nothing. He uses his strength and jumps through the air, turning this way and that to get a good look among the horizon while Endeavor searches along the ground with a calmer head to help with focus.

When Endeavor finds footprints near a pond, he doesn’t voice his discovery at first. He follows the stream downwards, thinking she must have tried to cover her scent and gain distance. He grins when he’s proven correct as another pair of footprints shows up further down the stream.

The prints lead him to a group of trees, where he looks around for hiding places on the ground while All Might scours the sky. He’s bending at the bough of a gingko tree when a drop of water makes the flames on his hair sizzle. Rain? He looks up.

And there she is.

. . . . .

My eyes close as I listen for dogs and villains alike. Fire swims through my aching muscles while the freezing weather numbs my skin. Dogs keep barking for what feels like hours before I hear a new sound.

“ICHAN!”

All Might’s voice echoes in the distance, there’s no mistaking it. I barely crack my eyelids as I try and search for him. A flash of orange follows the pondstream below, getting closer to me. A flash of red floats upwind above the trees, moving a little slower as it tries to find me.

“All Might…” I whimper, throat crusty and torn. I turn back to the orange growing brighter and looking more like flames the closer it gets. I suddenly understand. “Endeavor…”

When the flame hero reaches my tree, I try to move. My limbs, numb and cold, refuse even to twitch. Water drips from my shirt until I see him look up at me. Please… I want to say. I’m right here. Help. His eyes meet mine and I know I’ll be safe.

Thump. I blink and All Might hangs onto the base of my tree, looking me over.

“Ichan!” His eyes glisten as he takes my limp body in his arms and hops from the tree to the ground. “I thought you were dead.” He whispers, squeezing me close.

“I…am…here…” I squeak out, my lips twitching when I see him so distraught. I’ll be your smile when you don’t have the strength to find it.

A strangled laugh escapes him before he repositions me.

“Endeavor, she’s freezing. I’m trusting you to keep her warm while I lead the police here.” He offers me out to Endeavor, before kissing my forehead. “I’ll be right back, I swear. Hold out until then.”

Warmth floods every nerve ending and thaws me as Endeavor’s body and quirk heat sinks into my skin. I sigh and shudder, slowly starting to bend my fingers the more I feel able.

“Good. Try flexing your toes, too.” He encourages.

“You’re like…giant…” I grunt, eyes rolling around as the world tilts. “Giant campfire…”

“Hey, stay awake. We want to make sure you can give a testimony to the police, okay?” Endeavor explains.

“But I’m so tired…” I whine, head lilting back. He moves his arm and it’s tilted back up.

“I know, but you’ve got to stay awake. If you start falling asleep because I’m too warm, I’ll be forced to let you get cold again.”

“You’re much ruder than I’d expect an electric blanket to be.” I huff.

“I’ve been told something like that a time or two.”

“It’s okay…dun conform…” I yawn and pat his arm. “To stereotypes.”

When All Might finally returns, it’s with a posse of medical personnel and police officers. A bright light shines in my eye and I’m asked a multitude of questions, all of which I’m able to answer.

The questioning ends and they set me on a stretcher and tuck me into the back of an ambulance. All Might assures me around a cough that he’ll meet me at the hospital, which I only allow because of the blood I see on his hand. But before he can leave, I call out for him one last time.

“All Might?”

“Yes?”

“Please don’t charge me an ice cream fee. I swear it wasn’t my fault.”

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persondoingstuff · 1 year

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Child of the number 1 hero

Fandom: MHA

Pairing: dad!All Might x gn!child!reader

Type: angst

Warning: crying for 8 seconds, attempt (probably bad) at angst, not edited

A/N: idk why my brain has been like ‘write pro hero’s as dad with kids and make it sad’ I’m still new at writing angst so bear with me while I try to figure it out.

Being the number 1 hero’s child may seem cool on a surface level, but the deeper you go, the less cool it actually is.

For starters, you can’t say who you dad is, or even talk about him for that matter. From a young age it was drilled into your head that you were to refrain from mentioning anything about your dad. If any information about All Might fell into the wrong hands, it could be catastrophic.

Safety was a huge issue as well. If you said “My dad is the number 1 hero” villains from every shadow would come flocking to you, in hopes of using his one weakness to finally get the best of him. You also feared for your life for the same reason, you didn’t want to be killed by a villain.

If it was revealed that you were the child of the symbol of peace, you’d be the most popular person in your school. Constantly having people want to be your friend in attempts to get closer to All Might, get an autograph, see his house, and just use you to get to your dad.

That was another thing, you couldn’t have friends over for hang outs or sleepovers. Couldn’t risk having someone realize who your dad was. But that didn’t stop your dad from bringing people over, sure they were people he trusted. But still growing up it was frustrating having to constantly tell your friends you couldn’t hang out at your house.

The one good thing was since All Mights real name wasn’t public, you could use your last name, Toshinori.

As you got older you grew to except the rules and stop wasting emotion on it, the rules wouldn’t change no matter how much arguing would happen. And lots of arguments did happen. Pleading, failed compromises, cries of exceptions, were all denied. You were then given a reminder of the dangers of people possibly finding out your relationship with All Might.

Being a pro hero and a parent is a hard task for anyone, but when your the number 1, and in constant need, it was even harder. Coming home in the late afternoons, or sometimes at night, or leaving at late hours of the night. Sometimes you felt your father put everyone else above you, like every other person in the world was more important than you.

But you tried to convince yourself that you still mattered to your dad, that he still loved you. You wanted to make him proud so he’d notice you more. You got all A’s in school, top of the class, did the best in sports, you were responsible enough to make dinner all by yourself, know martial arts so you could defend yourself, and be independent! All for him to look at you and say “I’m proud of you” and acknowledge everything you’ve done for him. For him to really see you for more than a few minutes at a time.

You were born quirkless just like him. A sad thing really, the child of the number 1 hero has no quirk. But despite that, you still trained your body to be the next inheritor for One for All. You knew everything about the quirk, your dad had told you everything anyways, so he wouldn’t need to explain anything. You knew you’d need to slowly work up to using the full power, already thinking of ways to build the quirk.

You were so sure you’d be the 9th wielder, already planning on going to UA, getting in the hero course, become a pro hero and be number 1 just like your dad.

But life wasn’t fair.

Especially to you.

It was 10 months until the UA entrance exam, you knew that your dad would pass on his quirk any day now. So one day, your dad came home late, smiling proudly. ‘Todays the day! I’m getting One for All!’ You thought approaching your dad asking how his day was.

“Today was great. I found a suitable person to pass One for All down to.” Yagi said. Your smile faltered slightly, thinking he was playing around, but dread still creeping into your system. “His name is Midoriya Izuku, a quirkless boy who I’ll be training from now on.”

Your world started to crumble around you. “O-oh… I thought you’d pick me, to be the 9th…” You said in a quiet voice. Your dad looked surprised. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know you wanted to be a hero.” Yagi said sincerely.

Didn’t know? Didn’t know?! Of course he didn’t know! He never bothered to hang around enough for you to say anything about being a hero! Why wouldn’t you want to be a hero? You’re the child of the number 1 hero, of course you want to be a hero!

“It’s fine.” Your voice got cold, as you desperately try to keep tears away. “Wouldn’t want to rip away that kids dream of being a hero.” You walked away, not letting your father say anything else. You tried to blink the tears away, but as soon as one fell, the flood gates opened. You quietly sobbed into your pillow for what felt like hours.

Your dream, your goal, gone. Everything you worked for lost to some random kid. You didn’t know who Midoriya Izuku was, but you loathed him, you were jealous of him. He now had everything you ever wanted, without even trying.

The 10 months following the UA entrance exam, you saw bits and pieces of your dad, he was too busy with Midoriya. You decided to still go to UA, but aime for general studies.

During the entrance exam you felt you did great on the written test, however the practical test, you stood no chance. All you could do was run around for the whole test. During the final minutes of the test however, a 0-point robot came towards all the examinees. It was giant, as tall as or taller than some of the buildings in the mock city.

A boy with green hair zoomed into the sky and punch the robot, effectively smashing it with just one punch. But you knew what that power was. That was One for All. That kid who just destroyed his body with a single attack, was Midoriya Izuku.

You made it into general studies, your acceptance video by your father, a new faculty member of UA high told you with fake enthusiasm. While in general studies 1-C, you met a boy with purple hair and a brainwashing quirk. Shinso Hitoshi, who was gunning it for the hero course. You became quick friends, both wanting to be hero’s, just not having the quirk to make it into the hero course.

During the sports festival you managed to make it to the cavalry battles, before getting out by having no points. While going to your class section, you saw All Might in the hall way congratulating students, you saw the way his scanned the crowed, he was looking for you. But you didn’t want his words of praise now, you didn’t want anything from him now.

Why choose after you got into UA to finally praise and look at you? If he wanted to praise you he could do it later as you made sure you got lost in the crowd, slipping pasted your father.

You routed for Shinso before he ultimately got out by the person you despised. You rooted for Bakugo, for the sole reason that he was Midoriya’s rival.

As the school year went on, they eventually had students move into dorms after 1-A got attacked by villains during a summer camp. One of the students got kidnapped. All Might was part of the group of hero’s that rescued him. All Might ended up facing his long time rival, All for One. This ended up being your fathers last fight as he used the last of One for All.

After the kidnapping the school issued the plan to live into dorms. Your father said yes to the plan, you didn’t mind the dorms either, now you didn’t have to see All Might at all.

Shinso trained hard with class 1-A’s teacher Mr. Aizawa, or the pro hero Eraser Head. Shinso worked on using a capture weapon that looked like a scarf. Shinso would practice capturing people on you by wrapping the scarf around you. You were happy to help and spend the last of Shinso’s time in general studies before he moved classes.

You probably wouldn’t see Shinso as he would be in different classes, in different halls of the building, and a different dorm building. It was bitter sweet, you were happy for your friend, but also sad about losing him.

You felt like you could tell Shinso anything, anything except the biggest secret of your life. You wanted to tell him so bad, but all the talks, all the lectures your dad gave you raced through your mind.

You wanted to bring Shinso over to your house before dorms to hang out, wanted to tell him the real reason you worked so hard in school, tell him why you were so independent. Just tell him everything.

But you couldn’t.

Because that’s the life of being the number 1 hero’s kid.

A/N: thank you sooo much for reading!!! It’s actually really fun to write pro hero’s as parents, so if you have any requests please send them in! Have a wonderful rest of your day 😁

Also there won’t be a part 2, sorry if some people were hoping for one

#angst #childhood #gender nuetral reader #all might #mha #mha all might #mha all for one #one for all #midoriya izuku #hitoshi shinsou #mha oneshot #ua high #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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jirolcvr · 1 year

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ANIME RULES & LISTS ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

what i’ll write ~

boku no hero academia [m.list]

• pro heroes (shouta aizawa, hizashi yamada, toshinori yagi, enji todoroki, keigo takami, etc)

• class 1A (izuku midoryia, shoto todoroki, katsuki bakugou, mina ashido, ochako uraraka, etc)

• class 1B (neito monoma, tetsutetsu tetsutetsu, itsuka kendo, yosetsu awase, etc)

• third years (mirio togata, nejire hado, tamaki amajiki)

• villains (dabi/touya todoroki, tomura shigaraki, himiko toga, etc)

sk8 the infinity ~ [m.list]

high school skaters (reki kyan, langa hasagawa, etc)

adult skaters (hiromi higa/shadow, kaoru sakurayashiki/cherry, kojiro nanjo/joe, ainosuke shindo/adam, etc)

younger skaters/additional (miya chinen, shokichi oka, tadashi kikuchi, etc)

haikyuu ~ [m.list]

karasuno (shoyo hinata, tobio kageyama, kei tsukishima, tadashi yamaguchi, etc)

nekoma (tetsuro kuroo, kozume kenma, yaku morisuke, haiba lev, etc)

aoba johsai (toru oikawa, issei matsukawa, hajime iwaizumi, kentarō kyōtani, etc)

fukurodani (kōtarō bokuto, keiji akaashi, etc)

shiratorizawa (wakatoshi ushijima, eita semi, satori tendō, tsutomu goshiki, etc)

inarzaki (shinsuke kita, atsumu miya, osaka miya, rintarō suna, etc)

additional (sakusa kiyoomi, keishin ukai, yuji terushima, etc)

jojo’s bizarre adventure ~ [m.list]

jojo’s (jonathan joestar, joseph joestar, jotaro kujo, josuke higashigata, giorno giovanna, jolyne kujo)

joe-bro’s (caesar zepelli, noriaki kakyoin, okuyasu nijimura, guido mista, ermes costello, etc)

villains (dio brando, pillar men, DIO, yoshikage kira, diavolo, vinegar doppio, etc)

additional fandoms ~

yuri on ice

danganronpa

assassination classroom

attack on titan

tokyo ghoul

ouran high school host club

pokémon

kakegurui

black butler

beastars

demon slayer

general rules ~

requests must include the character(s) you want, along with a small plot/idea of the oneshot you want.

i’m in high school and have other things going on other than writing, so please don’t send me asks asking if your request is done.

i’m not obligated to write every single request i receive. if it makes me uncomfortable or i just can’t write it, i won’t.

YES:

fluff

angst

semi-nsfw

platonic (family, friends, etc)

AU’s

dark content

poly relationships

any gender reader

any race reader

MAYBE:

nsfw

ships (no x reader)

NO:

romanticizing mental health issues (ex. everything gets solved by the readers partner)

heavy gore

pedophilia, zoophilia, homophobia, transphobia, racism, xenophobia, body-shaming, etc within the pairing

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karume-everything-else · 1 year

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Flame and Strength

Requested by Anonymous 🔥

Reader (22 yr fem) x All Might (Toshinori Yagi) [HTTYD x BNHA]

AO3 post (Reminisce)

The city looked so very different from all the way up here. Sure, as All Might he had glimpses of this view. But this was much different, it was better.

Gaining your trust had been no easy feat, nor had earning the respect of your dragons. Somehow it was possible. Leading to Toshinori holding onto your sides carefully, his knees just barely dug into the sides of the massive Stormcutter dragon you called Shovelic.

Flying with Shovelic was much smoother than either of your other dragons. And with all the sway Toshinori had as All Might, he was more than able to help set up a full sanctuary.

The smooth descent back towards terra firma was a bittersweet relief. Though, in helping you exercise all your dragons, Toshinori still had a couple of things to do. It was relaxing to have something other than teaching during his forced retirement. And with the sanctuary being much better guarded, the Pro Hero courses were allowed to visit.

That was due to the phenomenon that brought you here not being a one-off situation. As far as they knew, dragons were still appearing in random places globally, and you were the only person able to tame them... for now. Every Pro Hero needed to learn how to deal with dragons.

Letting out a deep sigh, Toshinori turned to you. Quick to offer his help in removing the banded saddle. All the woven straps were quick to tangle after all, and with just how large these saddles had to be it was easy to end up tied up in one if not assisted.

"Thanks, Toshi." You sighed, "Could you make sure Rose Whip isn't stuck in the fence again?"

"Of course, sweetheart." He nodded, "Assuming Spike isn't waiting nearby to ambush me."

Even as he turned, completely serious, Toshinori couldn't help but smile a little as you chuckled. Despite all your personal dragons accepting him and respecting him to some degree, the baby of all your dragons was just being stubborn.

At the very least it was minor occurrences, singed clothing at worst. Toshi was still worried about being smacked with his little tail. One wrong move and the little troublemaker could draw blood, or worse.

But the way the sky darkened suddenly was not good. As the shadow of a gargantuan dragon slid across the land. Before Toshinori could even blink, you were rushing into action. Hopping on the back of Jay and taking off without a second thought.

Rose Whip had indeed gotten stuck in the fence, but with a few well-executed tugs, she was freed from her stubbornness. Toshinori wasted no time in following after you, shocked upon seeing this gigantic white dragon attacking U.A. itself. It wasn't logical, no one had ever even seen a dragon this size before, and yet...

Here one was, just being an absolute menace.

You leapt off Jay and onto the back of the massive creature, stroking the space between its spines and whispering soothing words to it. Slowly convincing it to stop, be still, no one was here to hurt it. Calming it down enough that you could guide it back to the sanctuary, making sure it couldn't hurt anyone else.

It wasn't long before Toshinori landed Rose Whip, nor did it take long for other Pro Heros to show up. Joking about how your "quirk" was dragon-taming. Though, when you got a good look at the Screaming Death, you recognized it as one you had helped when you were barely five years old.

Had that been why it was so easy to tame? Had it been looking for you? Or did this mean your home was in greater danger than you thought? This was less than ideal, and you still didn't have enough answers to know for sure. If a dragon this size could be brought through whatever kind of portal was causing this... what was stopping your whole village from coming through?

#x reader #bnha #all might #all might x reader #all might x you #httyd au #issekai #toshinori yagi x reader #bnha toshinori #mha toshinori #yagi toshinori #toshinori x y/n #ask #anon ask

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karume-selfshipper · 2 months

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Working on Inari's story and hitting a snag (my friend irl brought this up when talking about what all her presence changes outside of being All Might’s daughter).

Who would she replace within 1-A, if anybody?

I instantly said Mineta cause... I don't particularly care for the little grape. But after a bit of thought, I realized that Hanagure also sat in a decent position to be quietly shuffled out of the plot. And both have decent moments where I could shoe horn in a moment or two for Inari. But I can't figure out which one I like better. Contrarily, I could give Inari Main Character Status ™️ and let her be in 1-A without kicking anyone. And each has some merit and decent character building/revealing moments early on... which I've listed below.

Things that happen no matter what:

She would have a front-row seat to All Might's injury being ripped open and this would cause Inari to enter a feral state, tearing the Nomu a new one

That would turn into Inari hurting herself from misuse of her quirk. (She can build up strength from taking hits and releasing the force all at once which if built up too much can break her bones/tear her muscles like Midoryia)

Giving All Might two scares from 1 thinking that Inari might have One for All (again... like the second or third time he's thought this), and 2 when she very calmly tells Recovery Girl that this isn't the first time something like this has happened and it's just a negative side effect of her quirk

Inari would win the Sports Festival Tournament, setting up a one-sided rivalry with Todoroki... even though she "whispers" (only Todoroki can hear it) that He doesn't have to be his father the way she has to be hers

When the mid-year training comes around, she's one of the first to realize what's about to happen. If she replaces Mineta, no one is around to say "Everyone back to the bus". If not, then she ignores that call. Either way, she jumps over the railing without a second thought.

That ignites everyone else's competitive spirit as the rest of the class follows her without instructions... leaving Aizawa to stare blankly and say "well sh-t... she's more like All Might than I thought"

Replacing Mineta means:

I don't remember what all Mineta does prior to the USJ but Inari would take his place completely in training. I just don't fully remember what that is or what kinds of character moments Inari could have...

Inari will be able to take on the Nomu at the USJ and show that even with her minimal training she can rival All Might in strength

Jumping to the tournament, Inari, Shoji, and Tsuyu getting into the tournament as opposed to Tetsutetsu and (the vine/plant quirked girl I can't remember her name to save my life). And nudge the last of Shinsou's team out as the reverse Sparticus moment that Oujiro (probably misspelled that) started

And during the Mid Term (that should have been an end-of-yearoff-handedly test but whatever) Inari would be paired with Sero.

He would still try to do the self sacrifice, but Inari would be more than capable of yanking him back with her then quickly make a plan to defeat Midnight with heavy reliance on Sero's quirk

Sero would off handedly remark how she's like Midoriya which would be the first time anyone has compared her to someone other than All Might to her face.

Replacing Hanagure means:

During the first training, Inari would be paired with Oujiro (probably misspelled it) and she would be against Todoroki

The outcome would be different as Inari tries to counter Todoroki (or run out the clock) as her perfectionism would not let her accept defeat readily

Very early setup for their rivalry, but it would be a little more obviously one-sided (on Todoroki because Inari really doesn't care, she's just trying to be the perfect daughter... according to outside forces telling her that "All Might's daughter shouldn't... wouldn't... needs to... etc.)

She also gets sent to the same area Todoroki does during the USJ fight and they just exchange a look and a nod before going to the center of the arena

During the tournament, she gets a wild card effect (possibly teaming up with Shinsou willingly or teaming up with Tetsutetsu)

Main Character Syndrome™️ means:

She's essentially hot-glued to Midoriya for plot reasons (outside of One for All business)

Instead of 300 students and Aizawa having a class of 20, it is 301 and 21 respectively

Most people assume that it's because of All Might with no credit given to Inari for anything (or the flac being given to the miss filed paperwork) and no one is surprised because she's All Might's daughter. Of course she'd be allowed to break the entrance rule, she's a legacy student and the daughter of THE number one Pro Hero... Nezu would be insane to not give her a spot in UA's top freshman class...

Inari would be teamed up with Iida and Bakugo during the first training lesson, giving this calm, collected air and proving that she can handle most situations cleanly (also setup for her to be a touch more social)

Her participation in other things would boil down to her being hot-glued to Midoriya for plot reasons and reacting like a poor girl with perfection complexes and the pressure of living up to All Might's legacy in the forefront of her mind

#self shipping #all might #dad might #struggling in shadow #inari yagi #mha yagi toshinori #mha yagi #mha toshinori yagi #yagi toshinori #toshinori yagi #all might x oc (relative)#mha all might #all might mha #bnha all might

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kirishimasensei · 1 year

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Double Edged Sword (part 1)

Todoroki is a visitor from a neighboring clan, a welcomed guest in Lord Yagi’s home. Bakugou is assigned as his escort, meant to not only chaperone, but to acclimate him to the ways of the Yuuei Clan. When Bakugou finds Todoroki stealing a treasured possession from Lord Yagi, his task becomes more difficult than he anticipated.

author: kirishimasensei pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shouto word count: 3000+ tags: Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon AU, enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers, fighting, some adult content

“The sword of destiny has two edges. You are one of them.” x Andrzej Sapkowski

Legend says that the Sword of Destiny will grant victory to any person who wields it. Its master will be able to turn the tide of battle… of war… of history. In the martial world, where clans have been vying for control for hundreds of years, this power is precious… priceless.

But only the most worthy may wield the sword, as the legend goes. So, it has been passed down from hand to carefully chosen hand, from mentor to carefully chosen student, since its creation so long ago. The Sword of Destiny now belongs to Midoriya Izuku of the Yuuei clan, however left in the care of Toshinori Yagi - Midoriya’s mentor and the sword’s former master - who has promised to keep it safe while the young man completes his training.

But it’s a dangerous time to be charged with such a task, to protect an object that holds so much power. The sword’s seventh master, Shimura Nana, has been killed in battle, Lord Yagi has been severely injured while avenging her death, and Midoriya has left Yuuei territory to complete his training, opening up a power vacuum in the martial world.

Now, the Sword of Destiny lies waiting, ready for its new master to claim it.

“If you come quietly, you may be shown mercy.”

“If I don’t come at all,” Todoroki replies, “then I have no need for mercy.”

Bakugou watches as Todoroki turns around to face him, the sword he has come to claim now to his back, still resting undisturbed on its pedestal. The room is dark all but for the full moon shining through the open windows, its light illuminating the sword’s wooden sheath and eclipsing Todoroki in its umbra, cloaking him in shadow.

Neither man draws his weapon, though both are well aware that the other is armed. Bakugou is never without his sword attached securely to his hip and rarely is Todoroki seen without the twin blades upon his back.

But with any luck, they won’t come to blows. Not with steel, at least. Bakugou has never been one to back down from a fight, but that’s not how he wants this to end. Not with him and Todoroki. But Todoroki has gone this far, betrayed Lord Yagi’s trust and lied to Bakugou in more ways than one, so Bakugou knows that the other man won’t turn back now, no matter the outcome.

“Lord Yagi invites you into his home,” Bakugou growls, “and this is the gratitude you repay him with?!”

Todoroki shouldn’t even be here, shouldn’t have ever been welcomed into Yuuei territory as he was. As Lord Todoroki Enji’s only son, he’s the next in line to lead the Doryoku once his father cannot, the heir to a clan of murderers and raiders and thieves.

They’ve been terrorizing the border between the Yuuei clan and themselves for years now and Lord Yagi thought that a little good faith could change that. He and Lord Todoroki were brothers in arms once, so long ago. They fought together and lived together as comrades before Lord Todoroki decided that he wanted more than the humble life of a Yuuei warrior.

He went rogue, started his own clan – the Doryoku – taking in outcasts, criminals, and those not fit to lead a proper warrior lifestyle. The clan grew quickly and throughout the years, Lord Todoroki has made a name for himself as one of the most feared and formidable men in the martial world.

So, when a message was sent to Lord Yagi, requesting that he take in Todoroki Enji’s only son as his ward, an offering to express his sympathies over Shimura Nana’s death and to build a bridge between the two clans, Yagi accepted with little hesitation. The younger Todoroki was sent under the guise of peace, but Bakugou now knows better. It was a ruse, all of it. And Bakugou fell for it, completely.

Bakugou hasn’t been part of the Yuuei clan for more than a few years now, but he was quick to gain Yagi’s trust and the favor of Yagi’s student and successor, Midoriya Izuku. With Midoriya gone to train with Sorahiko Torino, Lord Yagi had assigned Bakugou as Todoroki’s chaperone, to see to his needs and acclimate him to the Yuuei clan’s ways of life.

The two of them grew close, closer than Bakugou should’ve allowed. Bakugou feels his mistake like a knife through the heart, one which will leave a scar that he knows will never fade.

“All I need to do is raise the alarm,” Bakugou continues, trying to coax some kind of reaction out of the other man. Anything to combat this cold silence that’s surrounding them.

When Todoroki doesn’t answer, Bakugou begins to move, taking a few small steps to his left. Not fast enough to startle the other man into a fight, but enough that Todoroki has to follow him, pivoting his body where he stands.

As Todoroki turns, the light from the moon begins to illuminate the porcelain skin of his face, leaving the other side in shadow. Bakugou takes in the shape of the man’s rounded cheek, the silhouette of a chiseled jawline, the soft white of his pinned-up hair that seems to shimmer beneath the pale glow of the moon.

Bakugou, at one time, would picture strands of his own flaxen hair intertwined in a braid with Todoroki’s long tresses. Bakugou’s shorter hair would bear Todoroki’s mark, as well – white and red woven into blonde. This is the Yuuei clan’s symbol of lovers parted, because Bakugou knew that the day would come when Todoroki would have to go back to the Doryoku. But he never thought it would be so soon, and surely not under these conditions.

“I’ll bring this whole damn house down around you!” Bakugou snarls. “Is that what you want, Todoroki?!”

They’re facing each other, the Sword of Destiny now to Bakugou’s left, Todoroki’s right. Bakugou’s chest feels heavy, heaving even with so little exertion. He feels his fingertips begin to itch, his body become restless. He feels wild, out of control, so different from Todoroki’s cold composure.

Todoroki breaks eye contact with Bakugou and looks out toward the window, up toward the moon. The wind wafts in, sending wisps of white and red hair billowing across his face. “You would have done it already, if you were going to,” he replies, seemingly unphased by Bakugou’s coming undone.

“This will be a declaration of war!” Bakugou says, almost pleading, needing Todoroki’s attention on him once more. “Shouto…”

Todoroki does look back at Bakugou then, with an expression that the other man can only describe as regretful. “You don’t understand,” he replies before he takes a breath and steels himself, hardening his face like a mask. He takes a step back on one foot, bracing himself for the fight to come. “I can’t leave without the sword.”

“Tch,” Bakugou scoffs, getting into position himself. “Then you’re not leaving at all.”

Bakugou is the one with everything to lose, and he knows it. If Todoroki closes the distance between the sword and himself before Bakugou can get to him, then they will both be lost, Todoroki being quicker and more swift than Bakugou will ever be. And even if a chase does ensue, Bakugou will surely be led into Doryoku territory, which would no doubt be a deadly mistake on his part.

So Bakugou attacks first, fists aiming at debilitating points in an attempt to end the fight fast. Nose. Temple. Kidneys. Todoroki evades all three. He counters with strikes of his own - jaw, chest, kick to the knee - which Bakugou blocks instead of dodges.

Todoroki is quick, slender, and lithe, his training obviously emphasizing grace, agility, and speed. He’s strong, but nowhere near as strong as Bakugou, who has grown powerful from years of wielding his heavy sword. In turn, Bakugou’s technique is blunt, brutal force. Slower than Todoroki, but more destructive.

They’re true opposites of each other. Two sides of a perfectly balanced sword.

They lunge and parry. Punch, kick, and strike. With every step, Bakugou moves himself between Todoroki and the weapon he has come to claim, forcing his opponent to retreat further into the room with each charge.

Bakugou attacks with a signature move - Dragon of the Rising Dawn. Todoroki counterattacks with Winter Lotus. Back and forth, never wavering. Fanned Flame and then Frozen Tempest. Smoking Fire Flower and then…

Todoroki’s kick connects. Bakugou barely sees the man’s foot leave the ground before his neck is wrenched backward by the force of the blow to his face. He stumbles back in shock, spitting at the acrid taste filling his mouth.

They’ve sparred over the months that Todoroki has been in Yuuei. Bakugou thought he knew how Todoroki’s body moved almost by rote now, the angle of his punches, the speed in which he can strike. He thought he knew, but as Bakugou has quickly learned, Todoroki has been hiding yet another piece of himself. Bakugou doesn’t know this move. Has never seen this style. Todoroki knew - he knew he would have to use it some day.

Bakugou can’t linger on the betrayal. This fight isn’t over yet. Bakugou charges.

It’s quiet in Lord Yagi’s armory. The room is silent save for the sound of flesh on flesh when someone connects or blocks a hit, their heavy breathing, the shuffling of feet. Despite his threats, Bakugou has wanted to keep this discreet as possible, to convince Todoroki to give up and turn himself in, or to even leave and go back to the Doryoku. But Bakugou is caught off guard by Todoroki’s sudden change of style, the skills and techniques he has never before seen from the man. He knows that Todoroki will win this if he keeps fighting him hand-to-hand.

The sound of metal against metal will surely draw a passing guard, if not rouse the household, but Bakugou pulls his sword from its scabbard anyway, whip-quick and poised toward Todoroki.

“I’ll let you leave,” Bakugou says in an uncharacteristic display of kindness. “Just forget about the sword and go home.”

Todoroki shakes his head, eyes somber, as he reaches up and behind his back. He pulls his twin swords from their scabbards, not quick like Bakugou, but slow and steady and practiced. He’s opening himself up for an attack, and at this distance, with his speed, Bakugou could end it all now, could land the final blow to ensure the safety of the sword and the Yuuei clan’s position in the martial world.

But he doesn’t. He waits. It’s the Yuuei way to ensure that fights are fair and honorable, and even with so much to lose, Bakugou would never turn his back on the principals Lord Yagi and the Yuuei clan have instilled in him.

And even if that wasn’t so, this is still Shouto…

They’re both without any armor. Bakugou supposes that Todoroki left his behind in favor of being silent and stealthy. Bakugou, for his part, only left his bed because Todoroki was yet to join him. He meant only to seek him out, not knowing that he would be bearing witness to that very man’s treachery.

Not knowing that not having his armor would be the difference between peace and war in the martial world.

This is dangerous. Both men are deadly. Bakugou’s sword is large and heavy, and spans more distance than Todoroki’s shorter, thinner swords. But Todoroki’s weapons are light and swift, able to slice through the air with little effort.

Like the ringing of a bell, sound echoes through the armory as weapons clash. Bakugou lets loose a barrage of blows, hacking-hacking-hacking away at Todoroki’s smaller swords and waning energy. The repeated impact becomes too much for him, and his sword is knocked from his left hand, leaving him with only half his defense, but double the strength to wield it.

Todoroki raises his sword with both hands, ready to deliver what will no doubt be a mighty blow. Bakugou raises his own sword to block it but is met with a kick to his unprotected stomach, knocking the wind out of him and making him stagger back in pain and surprise. Before he can reorient himself, Todoroki’s blade slices through the space between them and lands flush against Bakugou’s throat.

The blow would have killed him, should have. The speed and strength behind the strike would have been enough to cut through half of Bakugou’s neck, but Todoroki stopped just in time. He does put more pressure against Bakugou’s throat though, taking a step forward and forcing the other man back. Bakugou hits the wall, and with nowhere else to go he flattens himself against the unyielding stone.

Todoroki’s eyes are hard and unmoving from Bakugou’s own, his hand ever-steady, but Bakugou sees the tick in his jaw before it tenses, sees the hesitation. Todoroki could still kill him. A quick slide of the sword at the right spot and Bakugou will bleed out in less than a minute.

“Don’t show me mercy, you little shit,” Bakugou hisses, pressing the flesh of his throat further into the blade. “I wouldn’t do the same for you.”

Todoroki’s brows furrow, lips narrow. This close, Bakugou doesn’t know whether to look at his grey eye or the blue, they have both always captivated him with equal measure. But he makes sure not to look away, because his words aren’t just provoking - they’re prophetic. If Todoroki lets him live, he can be sure that their next fight won’t end so graciously.

“Drop your weapon, Katsuki.”

The hilt of Bakugou’s weapon is still clutched tight in his hand - his arm extended outward at his side, the tip of the sword almost touching the floor. His fingers clench around it and Bakugou is ready to defy him, but Todoroki’s blade cuts into his throat, shallow, but the sword is sharp and he can feel the rivulets of blood creeping down his neck.

“Drop it,” Todoroki tells him again.

He does then, drops his sword to the ground with a metallic clang. Without lowering his gaze from Bakugou’s eyes, Todoroki places his foot on the hilt and kicks it away, sending it skittering across the ancient tile floor and far enough away that Bakugou wouldn’t have time to retrieve it if Todoroki decided to make an escape.

It takes a moment after, but Todoroki removes the blade from Bakugou’s throat, rolls his wrist around and back to sheathe the sword effortlessly over his shoulder. Its partner is still missing, lost somewhere in the darkness of the armory, but Bakugou will be damned if he lets Todoroki leave with it.

Once the sword is put away, Bakugou relaxes, but not by much. He drew his weapon because Todoroki was beating him hand-to-hand, and he won’t make the mistake of thinking Todoroki’s fists aren’t as deadly as his swords.

He can finally breathe, though, drawing in a shuddering breath. But to a man as apprehensive as Todoroki is at this moment, even that is taken as a threat. Before the exhale, Todoroki’s hand is on Bakugou’s throat, keeping him still and flush against the wall. The salty sweat of his palm is seeping into Bakugou’s cut, making it sting, smearing the blood on his skin.

They’re close. Pressed up against each other, Bakugou can feel the harsh ebb and flow of Todoroki’s chest as he breathes, the heat of his body through layers of fabric. He can feel Todoroki’s rapid heartbeat against his own chest. Still, Bakugou doesn’t move.

Todoroki leans forward and presses his forehead against Bakugou’s. He slides his hand up from Bakugou’s throat to cup his cheek in a rough palm, thumb rubbing against the man’s bottom lip. He closes his eyes and breathes, and then Bakugou feels him retreating, the space between their bodies growing.

Bakugou grabs him by the front of his shirt before he can get too far and pulls him forward, pressing his mouth against the other man’s in a hard kiss. Todoroki gasps, caught off guard, but quickly recovers. His lips begin to move against Bakugou’s with little hesitation, a practiced familiarity laced into every movement.

For Bakugou, the kiss is more desperate than anything. Inelegant. But Bakugou doesn’t care about it feeling good. He just wants Todoroki to feel something. And he must, because his hands move to Bakugou’s hair, gripping the strands tight in his fist, as he deepens the kiss.

Bakugou keeps his hands clenched in the front of the man’s shirt, holding him closely, confident enough now to touch his tongue to Todoroki’s lips. When Todoroki returns in kind, Bakugou makes a sound - small and pitiful - miserable enough to startle him.

“Katsuki –”

He moves to take Todoroki’s jaw in his palms, brings him forward again and doesn’t let him go. He bites the man’s lips, his chin, his throat. Todoroki, barely taller, pulls Bakugou’s hair to tilt his head back, sucks a bruise into the side of his neck as he slots a thigh between Bakugou’s legs.

Bakugou squeezes his eyes shut, clenches his jaw to keep from calling out. He arches his back, presses his shoulder blades against the wall to tilt his hips forward and put more pressure on Todoroki’s thigh.

Todoroki grinds against him for good measure, and only moves away to get his fingers on the ties of Bakugou’s pants and slide them down his legs. When they’re out of his way, Todoroki grabs Bakugou by his bare hips, fingernails digging into the warm and sweat-slick skin. He closes the distance again, molding himself against Bakugou’s half-nude body.

“Shouto –” Bakugou breathes, and he’s shaking his head, willing him to stay after all of this. He would forget about this night, if Todoroki would turn back, if he would forget about the sword. They could pretend like it was just a bad dream and awake the next morning in a world where Todoroki didn’t betray him and his entire clan. They could –

“WHO’S IN THERE?”

A voice outside the armory startles them both, and Todoroki jumps back before Bakugou has the chance to grab him. Bakugou moves forward to stop the other man’s retreat but is caught up in the pants wrapped up around his ankles. He stumbles and falters, giving Todoroki enough time to claim the Sword of Destiny and disappear into the night.

x picture credit: ig @shirogane_sama x

note: I posted this previously on a blog that I no longer use. I thought I would move it to this one and maybe continue.

#todobaku #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #todoroki x bakugou #bakugou x todoroki

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