#fightaers

[dynmghts]

TRANSMISSION FROM @fightaers : “you don’t recognize me, do you? well, i’d never forget you, kacchan.” (AU where quirkless izuku who didnt inherit OFA became like... a paramedic i think. LISTEN. im making this up as i go!!!) MISTER MAGIC STARTERS , ACCEPTING .

pro hero dynamight had made an entire career on his aggressive approach to opponents, his less-than-savoury interactions with the general public, even his unconventional teamwork techniques ... when he was in a team. he has been credited as one of the fastest to climb the ranks since hawks. he was even being hailed as the next - potential - number one. and with extensive studies under some of the other top heroes, including best jeanist and endeavour, his record was something worth looking at.

and there was one thing to remember about katsuki bakugou : he will never say no to going toe-to-toe with villains. anytime, anywhere.

this situation involved some wreckage of a building, and while the rescue heroes focus on getting people out of the debris, katsuki harnessed his strength against the villains - he is the first point of call in the area, after all. and rightfully so, in the way he moves / people don't even see him as he zips across the field, his explosions the only indication of where he is, his wild taunting the only reprieve between his attacks.

while he knocks down most, he doesn't quite beat the speed of an oncoming attack of light, small intense beams grazing past his cheek and arms and torso ; and while the damage is only a few grazes, he still secures his win. the villain gets a less-than-pleasant blast to the face and a clean knockout.

it's one of his former classmates that direct him to the paramedics on scene, even though he insists his wounds aren't that bad ... [ because they're just a few scrapes, what the hell ? ] ... and that he could walk it off. he pushes his mask up with frustration and sits nearby. his hand brushes some of his fringe out of his eyes while he waits, until he hears a voice cut through all the noise, and crimson lifts to glare at the disruptor.

nothing clicks straight away. for a few moments, he thinks this asshole has the wrong person, or he's a fan trying to make out that they have connections to try and get closer / being as popular as he's gotten, they are tactics he's been wary of, and not many get past the whole known-him-since-childhood phase. katsuki had no real friends back then. well, except -

what was that nickname ? kacchan. kacchan ...

the name invokes memories he could barely recall otherwise ; a green-haired, freckled boy that followed him everywhere. a boy with an indomitable will despite his quirklessness. a boy that was willing to follow katsuki into the belly of the beast until he couldn't anymore, and katsuki promptly forgot about him, moving on in u.a. and getting accustomed to having no shadow anymore.

kacchan, kacchan, kacchan, and he sees the river, knee-deep in flowing cold water as the other looks down on him and offers a hand.

❛ deku, ❜ he finally utters. useless, good-for-nothing / he hasn't changed much since they parted ways in aldera middle school. he has the paramedics uniform on, though, and he stares at him with disbelief ; was he the one treating him ? ❛ tch. shoulda known. you've got one of those annoying fucking faces, the ones that are hard to forget, no matter how plain they are. ❜

he scowls when he turns his gaze away, but he doesn't actively seek out another paramedic to treat his wounds. his injuries weren't bad, right ? ❛ fix me up already. i'm not here to play catch-up with you. ❜

#fightaers #💥 ⸍ ii. answers. #💥 ⸍ ii. in character. #💥 ⸍ ii. verse: pro hero dynamight. #/ see he's not... nicer #/ humbled maybe. which would be the result of studying in u.a #/ but he'd still have that vendetta against i.zuku after all this time #/ bc ofc in this scenario they never got a chance to fix that

[attroxx]

❛ @fightaers said . . . why don't you get settled on the couch, and i'll bring you whatever you need. — from sakura to naruto, perhaps ? ❜

𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘. he isn't that sick, he swears it. but before he can grab her arm to get her to sit back down she's off, probably making him a soup or something. the blonde sighs, arm falling next to him as he watches sakura disappear into his kitchen. he just wanted the day off but of course when kakashi had told her naruto wouldn't be showing up for the briefing she'd made a beeline to his apartment. it was just the sniffles . . . and maybe a fever. but nothing that wouldn't resolve in a day or so.

naruto was more than used to taking care of himself when he was sick. so, having the other looking after him made him feel a bit . . . guilty ? was that the right word ? he supposes he shouldn't. she is his friend and that's what friends do, but still. when she returns with a miso soup he chuckles, sniffling softly. he can't even smell it but it sure looks good.

❛ thank you, sakura but, i'm fine really. in a day or so i'll be good as new !! ❜ yet the moment he finishes his sentence he's sneezing into a tissue, once then twice. well, that didn't help his case.

misc prompts.— accepting.

#fightaers #〈 answered ask. ★ 〉 #〈 naruto reply. ★ 〉 #〈 blank period / post war verse. ★ 〉

[hosticaaa]

@fightaers ❤️'d for a starter for Fuyumi.

It's  hard  to  believe  it's  been  around  12  years  since  he  last  saw  her,  not  counting  that  day  on  the  battlefield  when  she  followed  Mom  into  the  fray  to  help  save  his  and  their  father's  lives.  Or  maybe  it  wasn't  that  hard  to  believe  at  all,  given  the  last  time  they'd  seen  one  another,  they  were  just  hopeless  little  kids...  And  now,  when  she's  standing  here ...  He  can  see  she's  an  adult.  A  grown-up  woman,  though  he  couldn't  say  she  looked  less  hopeless. 

She's  a  teacher  or  something  if  he  remembered  right,  based  on  the  distant  tabs  he'd  kept  on  everyone.  Strange  job.  He  always  hated  teachers  when  he  was  young,  but  then  his  sister  had  always  been  an  enigma  to  him.  He's  surprised  she'd  come  to  see  him.  All  alone,  too.  That  may  be  why  she  looked  so  out  of  place. 

Of  course,  he  couldn't  say  he  looked  any  better.  Sitting  here  in  his  restraints  and  all  his  bandages  from  his  ever  'healing'  scars  and  the  endless  reconstructive  surgeries  that  helped him to  look  even  slightly  normal  again.  Dad's  pockets  were  always  good  for  something.  ❝ Hey,  sis.  Long  time  no  see,  huh ?  ❞  He  greets  with  a  catlike  grin pulling  against  his  tight,  scarred  skin of his face.   

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[fighterbound]

“why are you so afraid of being honest with me?” izuku @ kacchan <3333

"I ain't afraid," he instantly points out, upper lip curling into half snarl. Clenching his hand into a fist, he draws back to put space between them. Shoving his fist into his pocket, he leans back against his desk. Cool down he reminds himself, remembering the fact that the nerd ain't trying to imply shit.

Once he's down from that spark of anger, he takes a steadying breath. Studying Izuku for a quiet moment, he finds himself asking.

"You sayin' you honest with me all the time Deku?" As soon as that question leaves his mouth, he frowns as a thought strikes him. Being honest with Deku always leaves him feeling like's been chewed up and spit out. He's left trying to figure out what's up and down, left and right. Everything with Deku is more complicated, more layered, more everything. Compared to someone like Kirishima, shit is far more straightforward. Direct and steadying. That's his friend, one of his best friends. The lines are clear.

With Deku it's so blurred and mixed up. He knows so much about him, actually it's more than that. He's always been a part of his life, even during his shittier moments. The nerd stayed, keeps choosing to stay. That's a part of him he can't comprehend. How he keeps choosing to stay, keeps choosing to stand by him. For how much longer? He ignores that too honest thought.

Some days they feel alright, others it's like their clear path been blown to bits. He doesn't know what to make of it. Yet he don't wanna say any of that to him. Not when he doesn't understand much of it. Or maybe he does but he can't face his own truths yet. It pisses him off, but he's aware there's just some crap you have to come to terms on your own.

"...we're a lot," he mutters, settling for that.

@fightaers / ★; addressing the elephant in the room sentence starters.

#fightaers #.katsuki interacts #.ua days [ katsuki ] #i wrote this over like four or five times #so i hope its okay #thaank you for sending btw!! c: #katsuki just got a lot of feels for izu and well some of those feels he ain't ready to face lol

[bladedhunter]

Continued from here with @fightaers

Sasuke's leaning up against a tree, breathing slowly as blood seeps from his open wound. Sakura tries to close it, her hands glowing with healing chakra, though she's already expended so much during their fight. He can tell she's anxious about it, which worries him, considering he himself can tell he's got some internal damage.

It's his fault for not handling the enemies on his own. He should have, and then Sakura wouldn't have had to use so much of her chakra that she wouldn't be able to properly heal his wounds.

He didn't see her as useless, after all. She was an excellent medic. He trusted she'd be able to at least close the wound, once she focused.

If she could stop panicking.

To that end, he lifts his only hand and places it on her shoulder. "You can do this," he reassures her quietly. He fumbles in his bag for a canteen of water and hands it to her. "Drink a little. Take a deep breath... and try again."

#c: sasuke #f: anime #f: naruto #fightaers #im thinking like blank period or novel era maybe?

[ofdetonation]

tags for bonds that i’m gonna have but like. just their urls first so my tags aren’t so wonky when i put up their actual bonds lmao pt 1 of this

@ any of u if u see this no u don’t

#ofstowaways #fightaers #re-shouto #amplifyingtrace #veroxins #resolutepath #redriotkiri #knightinsourarmor

[salvatoraes-moved]

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[aughts]

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[fightaers]

fightaers. a revamp animanga multimuse blog featuring characters from bnha, naruto and more. written by bella. i'd like to write with more people ! please feel free to ♡ or ↺ and i'd be happy to check your blog out !

#animanga rp #mumu rp #bro.... i have no braincells for a proper promo… #im so sorry.... #so yes ! i hope this will do <3333

[dynmghts]

there's a point where sense ends and arguments begin with them. it happens every time they sit in the same room, even when they're with others from their respective lives - sometimes the cause is driven by alcohol, sometimes spite, sometimes nothing. katsuki cannot tell you where the lines are meant to be drawn. maybe they never are, and @fightaers allows it.

there is something about deku that means he will never have the same effect that his group of friends have / he's sworn deku has tried. maybe he hasn't. but see, kirishima can enter his personal space without backlash, kaminari can sit back and casually poke fun at his personality, even sero can kick his legs into the blond's lap while ashido can hover with new gossip to share. and uraraka, she has been the closest to him since high school, in a sense ; they stayed on good terms even after their amicable break. they spar, they team up as heroes, and if anyone can still earn a genuine smile out of the otherwise scowling bakugou, it was her.

but deku has never been afforded the chance. every act he attempts feels like he is trying to undermine katsuki, and katsuki - stubborn - shuts it down.

and alongside that, some would point out that katsuki still contacts deku at the end of the day, pursuing this twisted bond just enough to maintain it / some may even say it's sadistic of him to string deku along. that maybe he should finally cut ties. [ a few of his friends have already voiced their concern, but each time, he shoots down the topic or changes it entirely. ] it's not like he doesn't know they're right, because they are, this has become more of a hindrance than a benefit - if you could ever consider their reconnection beneficial. but whatever discontent he carries for deku, overwhelmed by this innate need to prove his superiority over him, it is quietly backed by one thing :

deku isn't the only one that keeps coming back to it.

maybe that's why katsuki had brought the argument to his genkan, determined to get under deku's skin and dig into festering wounds. maybe that's why he snarls out something - he cannot recall what it is now - with the intention of making it hurt, and maybe that's why he endures the shock of crashing lips onto his.

there is no other way to say it : katsuki hates deku. he needs to hate him for some sickening reason that he keeps drinking from, because he cannot resist the way it makes him feel. he hates and hates and hates, and he feasts vehemently on the other's reactions like a starved animal, but - well. he did not expect that deku would do any more than walk out that door and come crawling back the next day, like he's done every other time. he did not expect to watch this paramedic, who has more strength than his 14-year-old counterpart ever did, turn on his heel and seize him by the collar and pull him in.

were deku to remain quiet and leave without another word, maybe katsuki would have done nothing. maybe he would stay in shock. maybe he would even wander back into his apartment, bewildered, to the point that he can't react with anger until the next day.

but why would it ever be that simple with them ?

the moment deku opens his mouth - so kacchan can be quiet - katsuki feels the choking anger rise from the pits of his stomach. his hands spark and pop. before deku gets a chance, katsuki swings a right hook directly at his face, every muscle and sinew arguing against his tension as he does. and, perhaps knowing that deku may not gather himself if he's fast enough, katsuki lunges forward to seize the fabric of his shirt ... [ with his hand still setting off explosions, small, but enough to leave a smouldering impression behind. ] ... to shove him into the nearest wall of his genkan.

his glare, blazing with unbridled fury, is unwavering. his snarl remains tense and canines purposefully bared, though his lips are swollen from the unwelcome kiss. he applies more pressure against deku as he leans in. ❛ you don't get to fucking speak to me that way, deku. ❜

the memory lingers. the taste lingers. he feels sick, as though this time he was drinking the same thing as before, but now he was choking on its taste ... all because deku made him taste it. he wants to spit it back out. [ the last person he kissed was some girl he was set up with. he didn't love her either. but it didn't instil the same sort of reaction / the disgust, the hatred for its taste, its feeling, the way his lips sting from the moment ... ]

❛ i should break your fucking nose, ❜ comes the threat. he nearly did. he wishes he did - but he knows his reputation hangs in the balance, and something like that would be too obvious. ❛ be fucking glad i didn't, and don't you ever fucking kiss me again. ❜ / continued from here.

#fightaers #ask to tag / #/ just in case actually bc 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩 #💥 ⸍ ii. in character. #💥 ⸍ ii. verse: pro hero dynamight. #💥 ⸍ iv. bond: fightaers. #/ SO MANY RED FLAGS RNNNN #/ i spent so long writing and reading it and rereading like is it good #/ do i match the absolutely phenomenal writing of bella in this ...

[attroxx]

@fightaers liked for a starter !!

❛ iruka - sensei, c'mon just let me pay for once . . . ❜ the blonde scowls, attempting to snatch the bill with his bandaged hand. the other always seemed to insist but, it was naruto's turn as far as he was concerned.

#fightaers #i hope this works okay! #〈 naruto reply. ★ 〉 #〈 blank period / post war verse. ★ 〉 #〈 closed starter. ★ 〉

[fighterbound]

“i don’t stand a chance against sasuke, do i?” / FROM SAKURA TO NARUTO u know how it issssss

His heart stutters and trips over itself. All the breath from his lungs is ripped out with that single question. Time seems frozen as that question pounds itself into his head, replaying over and over. Then like clockwork his instincts flare to protect him, working to try and stop the torrent of emotions unleashed from the rooms he shut them in. It's ironic how Sakura's question has tethered itself in his mind while unshackling his own feelings.

Outwardly he shows his teeth, not in threat or warning, but to soothe. A wide happy smile. Happy is safe, happy doesn't have room for problems. Happy doesn't threaten him the way conflict does. Only these instincts are the same ones that have been pushing him away from this very conversation. Telling him to fold away all their previous little talks and underlying jabs and lock them away.

The smile he tries to give life to keeps melting off.

And Sakura given him no room to run this time. It's like she's cornered him. Her question a kunai that met its target. No matter how he spins this, he can't pretend he didn't hear her. Can't laugh his way out of the corner she's pressed him into. Pressing his hands against his side, he fights to keep his fingers relaxed despite the gut wrenching need to curl them into fists. This is Sakura...she...she's not someone that should be receiving this sort of reaction. Defensive and angry.

Yet...as he stares back at her and tries to work out a response a heat bubbles inside him. It's not explosive or abrasive like when facing an annoyin' enemy or arguing with Sai. No this...it's worse because it's been simmering, growing and expanding. Try as he might, it's been cooking too long and refusing to be shoved off the burner. His hands can't handle the heat. He doesn't want to feel like this. Angry. Annoyed. Agitated. Frustrated. None of those emotions ever work well for people. They create problems, drive people away, and they're just not good! So why is he so mad at her question? Why can't he shake it off and pretend like all the other times? It is cause she's got him trapped without an escape? Like...like she's demanding an answer out of him. One he doesn't he want to give, and why should he? Who is she to make him answer such an unfair question? His eyes narrow.

The words that have built on his tongue are all wrong. Terrible, ugly words that could brea--, no they will break them. They will shove a deeper wedge between them. He'd rather swallow his own tongue than speak the nasty truth that is filling his throat. Breaking away from her gaze, he stares down at the ground to reorient himself. Right now he's drowning in the overwhelming reaction of his emotions and thoughts. The only way he knows to break to the surface in these rare times is through his voice. Shouting, reacting, physically getting everything out. However, never have those times had him before a friend, especially one as precious as Sakura. Actually no, Sasuke been on the receiving end but...

Sasuke is different. The bitter truth. Bitter all the way to the core because of what it confirms. Though ain't that the answer she's looking for? It's why she's asking the question, ain't it? She knows. Every talk they've had since that evening in the bar, it comes back to Sasuke. He's grown from being a tiny little thorn between them to wrapping around them like vines. Every shift and twist Sakura and himself have managed to try and escape, have only pressed them deeper against the many thorns, making them bleed over the bastard that chooses the outside world instead of them. Yet...Naruto can't fault him. Can't bring himself to ask for more.

Would he...feel the same if were Sakura? If Sakura were to be swapped with him, would his own feelings be at the intensity they are for Sasuke? The hesitation in his heart tells him the answer he doesn't want to face. The answer Sakura is probably lookin' for. If she's expectin' this answer...should he just say it? Stop letting it simmer between them. His stomach drops just at the thought. But how long are they gunna keep doing this? If he evades now, will she keep comin' at him like this? Pushing more and more until the answer it pulled out of him. Why does she wanna hear this? Is she lookin' for an out or something? Then why ask him? She should be the one to say it.

Not him. He won't bare his neck like that. Running his tongue along the back of his teeth, decides right then and there to fight back. This ain't just gunna be him. He's gunna fight his way out of this corner!

"If you're askin' like that, makes it sound like you already have an answer," he rasps finally, like he's been inhaling smoke for far too long. Maybe he has, choosing to sit in the burning home of their friendship instead of trying to put it out. Every muscle is coiled tight with tension, bracing for whatever reaction he's going to receive. He's got fear pooling into his gut like an endless waterfall and that kicks him into gear. As his fingers dig into his sides, he does what he's worst at.

Waits.

★; addressing the elephant in the room sentence starters. / @fightaers

#fightaers #.naruto interacts #.postwar [ naruto ] #so i told u i had a plan for this #it didn't pan out when i looked it over today #i wrote it last night and was editing and naruto was like nope this is what im gunna have you write #hell i even wrote what he was gunna say in my little peronsal discord server to not forget and i didn't use any of it oTL LOL #but yeah he just wasn't willing to give in like i originally thought he would

[ofdetonation]

NOW FOR ACTUAL BONDS.  pt 1 there’s a lot

#💥 ⬦ ゜◝ YOU’RE A SPARK‚ AND I’M THE BOOM | YOU HOLD ME LIKE GRAVITY. ╱ bond: ofstowaways (ochako). #💥 ⬦ ゜◝ I’M GOING TO BE THE FIRST | BECAUSE YOU’RE THE REASON. SWEAR IT. ╱ bond: fightaers (izuku). #💥 ⬦ ゜◝ WE STILL CAN FIND A WAY | NOTHING LASTS FOREVER‚ EVEN COLD NOVEMBER RAIN. ╱ bond: re-shouto. #💥 ⬦ ゜◝ YOU STUMBLE INTO THE LIGHT | FIGHTING FOR THE THINGS YOU KNOW ARE RIGHT. ╱ bond: amplifyingtrace. #💥 ⬦ ゜◝ KEEP YOUR HEAD ABOVE THE CLOUDS | I’M RIGHT WITH YOU‚ I WILL LIFT YOU. ╱ bond: veroxins. #💥 ⬦ ゜◝ LOVE’S ALWAYS SINK OR SWIM‚ SO I WON’T SAY IT’S OVER JUST AS IT BEGINS. ╱ bond: resolutepath (kirishima). #💥 ⬦ ゜◝ I KNOW IT’S HARD WHEN YOU’RE FALLING AND IT’S A LONG WAY UP | GET UP NOW. ╱ bond: redriotkiri (kirishima). #💥 ⬦ ゜◝ SOME NIGHTS I’M SCARED YOU’LL FORGET ME | BUT SOME NIGHTS I ALWAYS WIN. ╱ bond: redriotkiri (kaminari). #💥 ⬦ ゜◝ WE’VE COME TOO FAR TO GIVE UP WHO WE ARE | SO LET’S RAISE THE BAR. ╱ bond: redriotkiri (mina).