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pinkykats-place · 1 year

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BakuDeku Sickfics ft. sick!Bakugo

UA Students

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

All are SFW … please still check tags.

Art not mine. Credit to Aroi_te {twitter}.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

Love Me Tender by baku_bean

Summary: A sick Katsuki requires love...good thing his boyfriend has plenty of it.

One Shot | SFW | Third Years

Soup's Up by hollyandvice

Summary: In a reversal of usual roles, Izuku's the one taking care of Kacchan when he comes down with a cold.

One Shot | SFW | Second Years

Chicken Soup for the Soul by catstrophysics

Summary: When Katsuki comes down with a fever, it falls to Izuku to take care of him because he refuses to go to Recovery Girl. And what better to heal a cold than some chicken soup?

One Shot | SFW

Hot, sick and fucking bothered by Infinity_Sansa

Summary: Katsuki isn't sick, thank you very much. He doesn't need to rest.

He certainly doesn't need Deku's help.

One Shot | SFW

A Fever You Can't Sweat Out by amarisllis

Summary: Katsuki Bakugo gets sick the same way he does everything else: violently, explosively, and with so much gusto that anyone around him stares in awe. His body mirrors his mind, like that drive to be the best at everything has literally been taken to heart by his very cells. But even though his rare but powerful fevers are often high enough to put him in the hospital, that’s not what terrifies him, what shakes him to his very core every time he feels himself burning up.

No, what chills him to the bone is the way his quirk surges, the excess sweat and excess heat turning him into a ticking time bomb and taking away any and all control he has over the explosions emanating from his palms.

He always manages to isolate himself, to keep those he loves out of harm's way until either his fever breaks or the quirk suppressant medication kicks in or he wakes up in a hospital room with fireproof restraints on his hands. Until now.

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or: Bad things happen when Bakugo gets fevers. This time, Midoriya gets caught in the crossfire.

One Shot | SFW

Space Heater by danikatsukishima

Summary: It wasn’t often that Katsuki got sick, but when he did it hit him hard.

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OR Katsuki has the flu and Izuku does his best to take care of him. A look into their relationship and how they've growth together with a dash of cheeky flirting, soft moments, talks of the future and overall lovely vulnerable communication

One Shot | Third Year AU

Rated - Teen & Up

Kacchan’s So Cute When He’s Sick by The_Coolest_Cucumber06

Summary: Kacchan hadn’t been out of his room all day, which for most people wasn’t all that concerning considering it was the weekend after a long week of particularly hard training. But Kacchan wasn’t most people, and liked to rise with the sun and be all productive even on his days off.Izuku knocked softly on his door. “Kacchan?”

— — —

Or Izu takes care of his sick boyfriend and is stupidly in love with him.

One Shot | SFW

An Unexpected Confession by WriterKichi

Summary: When Katsuki winds up falling sick on his birthday, Izuku offers to nurse him back to health. During that time, Katsuki reveals something that he was hoping to keep secret for the rest of his life.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

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theloveinc · 7 months

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I am in love with the idea of sugar daddy bakugou, he would have to physically drag me out of bed to class, I set like 5 alarms and then still not go

IT'S ABSURD, like you can't even lie to him abt it either because he has your whole schedule memorized!! You think you've finally gotten away with missing one morning class just to sleep in and cuddle, but NOPE, after one hit of the snooze button he's pulling off your blankets and flickering the lights on and off.

You're like, "can't i just be your housespouse, stay home and do chores???"

And he's frowning, "first you were beggin' me for tuition, now you don't even wanna go???" (i'd immediately get up to argue with him but that's another story)

He is so annoying lmfao. Has an argument for all of your complaints, and will try to slap your butt if you don't get up. And the worst part is that he really does want you to do well !!! and get a degree in case you need to support yourself ever. Good LUCK not feeling guilty and trying to get out of homework, too.....

(and LITERALLY ME THIS MORNING, my alarm rang for an hour and apparently i just did not give enough of a fuck to notice😭😭😭)

#bakugo #youre like 'but i'm tired!!' and he's like 'you got an extra hour of sleep bc i drive you now'#you're like 'my bags not packed!!' and he's already packed it for you (poorly but still)#got dam!!!#it is funny tho the one time he does let u skip and u tell ur prof ur sick #only for them to see you on the hero billboards instagram with him #anyway was thinking abt this on the way home and i thought abt that one 'i'm tired of this grandpa!!'#you when he gets a peak at your notebook and starts trying to explain stuff to u #HELP ME PLEASE #thats u on the phone to kiri #hope this was an ok answer!#caitie things #anon #gen

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simply-trash5 · 3 months

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So think about this...

Bakugo is at your house watching your new kitten. Now he swears he hates your little "fucking fuzz ball..." but when you walk out of the room you see him playing with the little kitten upon your return. By the end of the evening your sweet little bbi is curled up and purring in his lap asleep.

Bakugo: tch...I mean I guess that fuzzball is okay or whatever...

#bnha #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha fluff #bnha headcanons #bnha x reader #i really cant stop thinking about this #he would be so soft but not admit it #im sick over him yall #sick in the damn head #simply trash writes #asks are open #ask me things #send me shit #send me things

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you-like-jazz69 · 8 months

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I’m so sick rn 😭😭 so to (hopefully) make me feel better I’m going to write how the Mha boy handle you being sick, enjoy 🫶🫶🫶.

This is very fluffy btw.

Izuku

Since it’s just him and his mom at home he familiar with being sick.

Knows the best brands of medicine.

Gives you the homework you miss but if your to tired to do it he’ll help you (he tells you all the answers).

Worries in class about you.

“I hope they feel better soon,I wonder if they’ve eaten maybe I’ll bring them some soup or something, do they even like soup?”

Sends you a like a billion texts and gets nervous if you don’t respond in like 5 mins.

He’s just a very sweet boy 🥺

“Hi honey! Are you doing better?”

Katsuki

He’s the biggest germophob ever 💀💀💀

He’s one of those people that if you tell him that you’re sick, he puts on like a hazmat suit and start spraying everything down.

“IM A FUTURE HERO I CANT GET SICK”

Side eyes you like it’s your fault your sick.

Whips into shape when you threaten to let Izuku take care of you.

Brings you your favourite meal (cooked by him obviously).

He even feeds you, how sweet.

“Idiot, getting yourself sick”

Ejiro

He feels so bad :((((

When you tell him your sick he looks like a sad puppy.

Very tempted to skip class and just take care of you.

Calls you at lunch to make sure your okay.

“Hi Baby!, Denki stop, hm oh! Nothing just wanted to make sure how your doing!”

When class is over he runs to your dorm to take care of you.

He even brought your favourite food and get well soon cards he and his friends made.

“Hey Baby, me and squad make get well soon cards, want to see?”

#fanfic #mha bakugou #mha x reader #mha deku #my hero fanfic #mha fanfiction #mha #mha kirishima #mha headcanons #sick comfort #mha fluff #mha midoriya #katsuki bakugo mha #kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader #izuku midoria x reader

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bakubunny · 6 months

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mini hc: katsuki, despite being a (slightly reformed) workaholic, is always the first person to tell you to call in when you get sick. he hates putting himself first, but he will make damn sure that you do. he might stop by to check on you over lunch if you’re close by, and he’ll bring home everything to make your favorite “sick” meal from scratch.

but if he gets sick? someone has to push him out of the agency and lock the doors to get him to go home.

mini gremlins: @dcsiremc @bookcluberror @zazter-den @i-literally-cant-with-this @r4td0lll

#woke up sick as a dog today #and thought of this bc it’s very much like my husband in the #‘i will see that you prioritize yourself’ way #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #x reader #boku no hero #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katuski #bakugou x reader #bakubunny #aged up characters

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ms0milk · 1 year

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𝟔 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐨𝐛𝐚

ー✧ prince!bakugou x royal guard!reader

"You dread what would have happened if His Highness accompanied you here. You dread what you would have to do to this crowd to keep them from touching him."

cw bkg 🫱🏽‍🫲🏼 unethical rescue tactics, reader is a bit scantily clad (thin nightgown) and someone has big feelings abt it. temporary sense of claustrophobia, descriptions of a very crowded room. i love aizawa i love uraraka i love kirishima i love poor deku i hope you enjoy this protective fluff. 4.1k

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Uraraka Ochako is functioning on four hours of sleep and a few well timed snacks. She’s led morning stretches for the first-shift guards, floated smithing equipment to the forge, freed a bird from the clocktower, and worked Sero’s horrible tape off the back of a fireproof Alderan cloak.

Since midnight it’s been nothing but Alderans pilling up in the courtyard. Every time staff thought they’d collected the last of them, two more would tumble through the gates– one fell from the fucking sky. Captain Hawks deployed from the garrisons at the sight of a flare and dropped Kirishima on castle grounds, crispy, an hour later.

Uraraka has made her morning rounds four times over and polished her cuisses to thinning. She helped Miss Nemuri battle the Alderan Prince to bed and found furs for singed Kirishima. Even off-duty she’s still in her greaves and chausses because without weight on her legs she’d get so distracted she might simply float away. She couldn’t sleep. Not when there was one person missing all night. Until half an hour ago, everyone from the forest fire was accounted for except for Master Aizawa.

When she enters the throne room ahead of you, he’s standing beside the queen no worse for his usual wear. There are a menacing amount of people squeezed inside and the wall of open windows does nothing to make the crowd less oppressive. Off-shift guards, generals, military personnel, butlers, even the kitchen staff are spriting from one corner of the room to the other to try and provide the unexpected guests with appropriate refreshments. You look pale when Uraraka checks behind her, and you feel cold in her hand.

“Y/n?”

You nod, but don’t quite look at her. You’re busy peering out at the seagulls flying past and stumbling on your nightgown hem, like crossing the threshold of the throne room stripped you of all the coordination you displayed just minutes ago. The hodgepodge of royal advisors have squeezed into this modest room for an emergency meeting, but they’re shouting and squabbling like a group of children loud enough to deafen horses at the edge of town. They’re here because of the flame mage.

Uraraka stops trying to navigate through the crowd and turns to you, “Are you feeling sick?”

“I’m alright.”

Do you realize you’re whispering? Or that you answered too quickly?

She pulls your hand a bit and steps even closer, “Is it like last night– like the poison?”

One voice cannot be heard over another, one face cannot be seen for long before moving behind a chest or shoulder or otherwise being walked in front of. Uraraka realizes it was silly to take you from the hospital directly to the queen, even if you were requested. She should have objected. To be fair to herself, she didn’t anticipate the chaos.

A gentleman trips on the corner of a rug and causes enough of a fuss around the pair of you that you’re being bumped by guests from all angles. You look agitated.

“Do you need a chair?”

“Just tell me what your queen needs from me.”

The sound of your heartbeat shouldn’t be so loud in your ears considering the long hum of hundreds of voices around you. You realize you’re staring at the floor and when you look back up, Uraraka stands just inches away with a grounding hold on your hand. She's warm too, like Kirishima. Too warm, she’s too close to you and her hold is too tight.

There’s a bit of movement in the space beside your head and taking a second to focus, Uraraka spies a shock of green hair bumbling through the throng towards her. She knows this particular friend will not be a huge help in this particular moment but what she doesn’t anticipate is your light footwork the second he breaks through the crowd. Poor Deku. He would have been okay if he hadn’t steadied himself on your shoulder after wrestling free of the crowd.

“Hey Och–!”

With eyes still unfocused and balance still off, you kick a foot between his legs, take solid hold of his hand, and then he’s flying– fully airborne– over the back of your head and onto the marble floor. Uraraka barley pushes a pair of diplomats behind her fast enough to keep his red boot from knocking out any teeth. A hush ripples immediately through the crowd.

“Deku you can’t just grab people!”

The short young man gapes up at you from the spot where you have him pinned to the floor. Freckles and nervous eyes, a slight smile, he whispers, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper back immediately.

“That’s enough!” Another voice, a tired voice, breaks through the mortifying silence and kick-starts the chaos again. You release your hold on the boy who is quick to pick himself up and bow his head, but people are moving, generals or ordering, waitstaff are fussing, all around you again. You don’t have Uraraka’s hand to hold. The boy could be apologizing, his mouth is moving for sure, Uraraka is gone– you’re trying to excuse yourself to a young woman whose foot you’ve tread, but she’s replaced by an old man in blue cloaks, then he’s replaced by a spindly child with a silver horderve tray and it’s becoming terribly difficult to stay afloat.

“Y/n,” The tired voice becomes clear again. You raise your head and Aizawa is standing in front of you, borne from the crowd pushing past. He takes another step forward and it’s so much easier to concentrate on his dark coat in the colorful chaos.

He doesn’t seem to be burned, or maimed, or...ghost-like, and he is not phased by the swarms of expensively dressed men shouldering past the pair of you. You don’t know where the boy or Uraraka went and you haven’t introduced yourself to the queen who must be in here s–

“Y/n.”

“Yes, sir.” You snap back to attention.

Aizawa’s caught your eyes wandering to the windows again and when he says your name it’s low and clear, “May I?” You nod. He pinches the collar of your nightgown with his long fingers and clasps the silver neckline closed with a brooch.

“You’re in the throne room. How do you feel?”

“Well, sir.”

“You were injured last night, do you feel any side effects?”

“I’m–I feel fuzzy.”

Panic subsides with nothing to focus on but the man in front of you. He stands close and works slowly. When your eyes are no longer pounding with your pulse you take a glimpse of his handiwork at your chest and melt a little at the shining dragontooth below your collarbone. White and unburnt, heavy and familiar. Aizawa rests his hand over your chest when he finishes his adjustments and your heartbeat slows considerably under the pressure. No one bumps into you anymore.

“You were very brave last night Y/n, thank you.”

You think you thank him in response but you’re having a difficult time taking your eyes off his hand where that pressure keeps your lungs from overflowing with panic. You close them instead.

“You’re in the throne room, are you meant to be here?”

“Yes sir.”

“You don’t like tight spaces do you?”

“I’m alright, sir.”

“It helps to focus on one thing in a situation like this.” He lifts from your dragontooth and replaces the warmth with two hands on either shoulder. Briefly, he glances over your head to the crowd undulating, not daring to crash into the black guard, before tipping his head back down to you,

“What are your orders? You should be in bed.”

The presence of the crowd beyond their clicking howling and clinking is only in the absence of fresh air to breathe. The overwhelming chaos of the room is subdued now, dull save for seagull cries and Master Aizawa watches on patiently like he knows that he’s the reason for your peace.

How many orders had you received this week? You blink a few times as you remember and become fully aware of the tragedy of your mission; Queen Mitsuki’s letter to Her Majesty Todoroki, one of the only two things you were tasked with protecting, is ash in a forest miles away.

“I– have no orders. I was requested for an audience.”

“Unhand me!”

Aizawa’s hand at your shoulders becomes a grip when new noise vibrates from a far corner of the room.

“– if you don’t–!”

A horrible tide overcomes the crowd, slowly at first, then the pull of a thousand eyes, heads and legs towards the sound of the commotion. Exactly what you always dread, the sea of people begins to churn and it is never the threat of the crowd that chills you but what a crowd can do to itself.

The voice turns into many which turns into shouting over the single note of chatter. They’re fighting, someone has started a fight in the throne room and you haven’t even managed to catch a glimpse of the queen or her mighty entourage yet so the room must be vast and the crowd must be plenty and there is a much higher chance than you’re comfortable with, of stampede.

The old guard doesn’t have time to be gentle with you when he pulls away, “Can you manage the crowd?”

“Yes sir.”

And you both understand that this is an order, not a question, not a concern.

“Shinsou!” He calls over your head before diving into the thrawl, “Help our Alderan control this traffic.”

As Aizawa disappears into the swell, the relief of Shinsou’s name floods. Every member of your party had been recovered from last night’s fire. You swivel, hoping to catch sight of the young guard coming your way before you begin to help the Takoban staff herd these guests like Aizawa instructed, but instead of Shinsou there are a pair of wide redrimmed eyes standing much too close.

“You’re the Alderan guard?”

Heads turn.

When a great gaggle of creatures come together, it is the sheepdog’s job to gather them. When a dragon takes up residence in a castle it’s mistaken for a jewel rich cave, it is an Alderan’s job to come and relocate them.

“I heard him say it,” the person presses closer, “you’re a member of the Alderan party.”

Sometimes though it is a sheep’s job to wreak as much havoc as possible. The crowd, still generally flowing toward the tussle at the front of the room, has decided that you too are interesting.

“Have you spoken to the queen?” Is the first of many things you hear when a wall of well dressed backs becomes a ring of eager faces.

“Where is your–”

“–does Aldera have–”

As you attempt to find footing suitable for a military member of your standing, a stiff breeze reminds you that you’re not wearing anything more than a cotton nightgown. There’s no sword at your hip, no medals at your chest past Jeanist’s heirloom dragontooth, and only a flimsy ribbon holding back your braid.

“– can you– will this affect the–”

“–was quick!”

“How hot–”

The Takoban King must truly love war for his council to be so large, and for the people in it to be so joyous in their involvement. Flies on corpses.

More and more people break away from the forward flow of the crowd as they realize who you are and not one of them thinks to give you breathing space. You become the room’s second center of gravity. Where the hell is Shinsou?

“I will answer–” you attempt and then spin to apologize to a man you’ve bumped into, “– your questions– I will–”

What is causing this fuss? One bandit in the woods? Alderan company? Are these the manners of Takoba?

Your breath sticks to your throat in the questioning swarm while they push you deeper through them– like you’ve been swallowed by a great snake. You can’t embarrass your country by using force on royal advisors but the constriction of your arms against your side makes it difficult not to raise your voice.

“Where is your party?”

“Who is– charge–”

“You’ve brought danger!”

“Where is your prince?”

Your prince. You dread what would have happened if His Highness and friends accompanied you here. You dread what you would have to do to this crowd to keep them from touching him.

“Excuse me,” you duck as you murmur lukewarm apologies in escape. You must find Shinsou.

A short woman in tails is at your eye-level like this and she begins a barrage of questions about Alderan foreign policy when you error eye contact. One foot in front of the next only introduces you to a new polished nobel and either their disdain or their cross examination. Pushing forward isn’t working. What happened to the vast throne room? Why does it shrink when you move through it?

Your clothes are too tight– your skin is too tight and the hair brushing the back of your neck will surely kill you. You jerk an arm when a brave soul grabs hold of your bicep and force your shoulder stiff in its socket to stop yourself from striking. Their voices melt into itching static, you feel their mosquito bites in the goosebumps of your flesh.

“Where–”

How will you help to manage this crowd when you can’t even walk through it? You don’t want to be alone anymore, this– you, you won’t remember how to get back now.

“You’re a soldier?”

“– and how many–”

“Alderan! Were there weapons or onl–”

A firecracker pop screams in the open air above all of you and you’re gasping when your hearing comes back, long enough to focus on the whistle and crack of a shot in the chamber. One more keeps the static from filling your ears again, and steals the attention of the generals not yet bored by your silence.

“Move,” detonates as a voice off the walls.

Bodies roll past you, through you, to continue their questions without getting crushed by the parting crowds. They can’t yet see the person attached to the voice or the reason for the parting, but you know the owner of the sparks that splash across the blue-green ceiling, and you would follow them forever and a day.

Prince Bakugou, in all his milk golden glory steps through the swarm like a threat.

Generals that swallow you whole don’t approach him and you itch to be closer, but the questions don’t subside just because a new Alderan guest has appeared and in fact they seize on the opportunity to ask you for an introduction.

Your heartbeat is just the ringing of a dented bell, over, and over again and you feel its pulse in your jaw when you open your mouth to speak. No words come out now– now that your arms are trapped at your side and you’ll never be free of this–

“Oi!”

The bell rings louder.

“What–you! Off of her!”

And the person taking their turn to interrogate you is flung forcefully from frame, along with the waitstaff they grab in a panic and take to the ground. And he’s right there, the prince standing directly before you, a vast clearing behind him, growling and billowing smoke. His red eyes aren’t gentle but they pierce your soul with warm homesick.

Having tossed aside the only things between you, other advisors trip over themselves to escape the prince’s course. Some even try to hide behind you. Gold crackles in his palms as he watches you hurriedly catch your breath– why is he here? He’s close enough to touch again and he’s cleared a path to you like the room was empty.

“Highness,” you bow your head and rush to blink the last of the shock from your eyes.

The prince grits his teeth. The veins in his jaw splinter his sculpted cheeks, “You–” he growls. The crowds swell behind him in both size and volume and then flinch when he jerks back around, “– you dare treat an Alderan like your entertainment! Filthy fucking searats–” an explosion from each hand punctuates his rage.

You flinch. Your eyes flood at the sudden noise and your proximity to it, though something more exhausted than tears, and you realize you may be the one in need of a doctor out of the pair of you.

“C’mere,” the prince locks eyes with an unfortunately close diplomat and snatches their furred collar to many cries and general protest from the fleeing crowd, “You think it’s funny eh? To pull a member of my party from the hospital and ambush her in her bedclothes?” The man sheds a few tears of his own as the prince shakes him.

On the first day of winter the queen and her son Dance Peruro with their citizens. Paint their faces with pomegranate wine and strip off their furs to the waist, and then open the caste gates to let townsfolk pour in for feasts and holiday songs. You are always terribly anxious on the sidelines with Jeanist while trying to follow the crowd’s skipping and yowling to make sure that the queen is safe. The king watches his family from the sidelines too, but much less anxiously and mostly with hands full of food.

In the dance, wild limbs fly like fist fight and there is always, always shouting. Screaming thanks to the heavens while leaping round a great bonfire to singsong horns and strings. The Dance Peruro is destructive and it’s beautiful to watch two pairs of red eyes full of joy, dance together in the crowd that loves them.

Bakugou looks elated in this scene, red eyes slits and filled with excitement. Gold twinkles in his ears. He finally gets to flex his magic even if it is inside another kingdom’s throne room and practiced on another kingdom’s citizens, but how on Earth you’re going to apologize to the Takoban queen– to master Aizawa– you have no idea.

The prince raises his captive off their feet and hurls them into the crowd hard enough to knock a few sturdy generals to the ground. His arms threaten to tear from the confines of his silky white shirt in his passion. With his back turned you still know exactly the expression he’s making and you’re just relieved that he’s safe. It doesn’t cross your mind to detain him.

“Gimme those pretty coats or I’ll skin them off you.”

Just about everyone within earshot either scrambles backwards or starts to strip their outer layers in confusion. An old man in fine blue robes flees through the clearing at the exact time that the masses start to shuffle and thrum against one another, but Bakugou snatches him by the back of the neck and releases a hellstorm of orange and pink strong enough to eject the man from his capes and clear across the room.

“Classic Takoba hospitality, huh? You parade all your guests around in their underwear?”

With the space created by your prince’s rage, the full glory of the throne room becomes clear. In the empty circle around the pair of you the fine white rugs shine like spotlights. They’re stitched with blue emblems– blue flames– that climb across the floor, from stone to window, elven door to throne. The throne.

Most of the crowd has rushed to the entrance in escape, no doubt trapping Aizawa with their terrible fuss, and so the crystalline space all the way at the back of the room is open. And it is where the queen sits in her sea glass throne. Dozens of silver suited guards surround the base of her throne’s raised platform to protect her from your prince’s squalor, Shinsou and Uraraka among them– the freckled boy too.

It’s a struggle not to shout for help. Or rush to her side, for the queen’s fragility lights up every protective instinct, every resuscitative urge in your body; surely she is drowning and you are appalled momentarily, that no one feels it important to save her life.

Icy white skin reflects the light of the afternoon sun and her eyes are dark and sallow. They might even be closed but you’re not close enough to see. You should be closer, she needs someone to keep her from tumbling to the floor like a limply sewn doll. Long light hair trickles over her shoulders to the point where her skirts meet her bodice like a shoreline. She is made of lace. Lace instead of flesh and seems too cold and stiff to survive another moment without proximity to a fireplace. Her Majesty sits with her hands in her lap and does not react to the chaos.

Behind you, your prince is a shark in a school of fish. Royal advisors at the back of the line to flee, panic earnestly now and guards at the edge of the room rim the onlookers, unsure of whether they’re permitted– or able– to subdue this royal guest. But the prince doesn’t snatch anymore lords and instead turns to you as candy sweet smoke rises to the ceiling now that no one is as interested in bothering Alderans as they are in finding something else, deep inside the castle, to busy themself with.

He’s still grinning when he swings around, but you’re not fooled, not even by his concern. You anticipate the scowl before his grin falls because you know that hates to look at you.

If your bad habit is eye contact you fear the prince’s may be aversion.

“Cover yourself,” he grumbles and thrusts the old man’s blue robes into your chest but he doesn’t let go quite fast enough. He holds both you and the stolen clothes there like someone who has something more to say, so you blink up to him. Your white nightgown whips around your calves.

Prince Bakugou was poured from molten gold. He doesn’t look at you but he doesn’t storm away, he doesn’t leave the clearing that he’s made for the two of you and you think he’s trying to say something when his gaze finally flickers from the space above your head to someplace below your dragontooth.

You can tell he’s holding back something calloused and loud by the way he bites hard at his lip. Instead he growls low in the space between you, “Return to your room at once.” And then barks for Kirishima.

“Coming!” The kind voice replies, echoing somehow in every direction. From your spot in the center of the room you can just barely make out red hair and a raised arm milling through the last fifty or so people trying to squeeze through the silver doors and out into the safety of the castle entryway. The Champion is much more polite than his prince and winds his hulking body gracefully through the throng before finally stumbling into the clearing. The prince doesn’t have any trouble looking at Kirishima.

“Take her back– get back upstairs, the lot of you. I don’t wanna hear a single Alderan peep for the rest of the day.”

This feels hypocritical, but Kirishima just smiles like a bowl of bread dough and takes up the open space by your side when the prince begins marching to the back of the room.

Anticipating your concern the Champion leans down to explain, “He has a formal audience with the queen.”

It’s too far to see clearly, but the Queen of Takoba hasn’t seemed to move a single inch in the past few minutes. How is Bakugou going to speak with a ghost?

Kirishima gestures to the piles of rumpled clothes at your feet that the prince threatened off of people in the crowd, “And it looks like you have your pick of fine coats, Y/n.” The smile of his voice keeps you from speculating for too long. You know it’s time to go.

The sweet giant takes the cloak from your arms as he guides you back into the depths of the castle, and you note the gentle way he secures it around your shoulders without touching you at all, “Where is Aizawa?” you ask while nodding your thanks.

“Oh he's taking a long drink in the kitchens.”

With the Champion at your side, you give the throne one more glance over your shoulder before stepping through the silver doors, but at this distance you can only distinguish Shinsou and his blue windswept tunic from the crowd of guards and your prince. You raise your hand beside your head in parting and the apprentice slips his own out from where he’s standing formal and so, so far away, with his hands behind his back. You smile.

While you and Kirishima puzzle your way back through the castle, off in the distances beyond great columns and disgruntled chilly diplomats, through the windy, salty, seashell castle, a blue light quivers in the dark.

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a-random-weeb · 7 months

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My hero academia sick headcannons

Characters: Bakugou, todoroki x reader

warnings: le sick, cringe

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Bakugou :

•Very similar to chuuya.

•He was pissed and worried, but mostly pissed

"DUMBASS, HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET SICK?!"

•He cooks for you, he's an amazing cook so I feel like he makes you soup, but from scratch.

•He doesn't touch you though, he doesn't want to get sick

•He's very organized, and surprisingly the mature one of the relationship.

•The fact he's the mature one is kind of scary

•By the time he's an adult, he's probably a little rich being the number two hero and all, not to mention he cooks and cleans. He. Can. Provide.

•(he's really hot- (•⁠⸝⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝•)

•Anyway- if you were out in the rain or hanging around a sick friend, he'll yell at you.

•He sleeps on the couch, he's not dealing with you begging to cuddle despite being sick.

"OH HELL NAH, I'M NOT GETTING SICK, IM GOING TO THE COUCH! DUMBASS!"

⋆.ೃ࿔* :･♡ ⋆.ೃ࿔* ♡:･⋆.ೃ࿔* :･♡⋆.ೃ࿔* :･♡⋆.ೃ࿔* :･♡⋆.

todoroki:

•He doesn't know what to do.

•all he does is give you soup, he can't figure out anything else.

•He definitely cuddles you when you whine at him to, but then he gets sick and then you're both sitting on the couch sick

•this definitely happens every time either one of you gets sick.

𓍢ִ໋✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♡𓍢ִ໋✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♡𓍢ִ໋✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♡𓍢ִ໋✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♡𓍢ִ໋✧˚ ༘

This was pretty fun to write, sorry if it's cringe tho.

#todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #mha todoroki #Bakugou x reader #Todoroki x reader #sick reader #my hero academia #MHA #Le sick #shouto x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #Katsuki x reader

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karbisworld · 9 months

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Can you do Mha characters with a sick reader pls? ❤️

YES!

✦˖ ݁ ˓♡˖ ݁ ˓⊹˖ ݁ ˓How I think mha characters would react to you being sick˖ ݁ ˓⊹˖ ݁ ˓♡˖ ݁ ˓✦

TENYA IIDA

I feel like Tenya would be extremely caring with you, maybe he would lecture you a little bit because you didn't used the correct protection and got sick, but regardless he would be there for you, mostly bringing you what they learned on the class that day or the homework you will need to do for later if you weren't able to go to class or if he noticed that you were sick and told the teachers to allow you to go rest at your house/dorms.

As a partner I think he would refuse to kiss you for some time when he sees you (if you have something like the flu) but would give in anyways and will definitely get sick after you start to feel better.

He would be there next to you though, as a friend or partner, making sure you have enough meds to get better and that you take them at the right hours.

KATSUKI BAKUGO

Honestly I feel like Bakugo would play it cool like if he didn't really cared about you being sick but wouldn't stop thinking about it. The moment he heard that you weren't assisting to class because you didn't felt well he tried to learn more about what was wrong in his own way.

As a partner he would definitely lecture you for not taking well enough care of yourself and would present himself as annoyed having to take care of you, however he would do it without you even asking, Bakugo would take care of whatever you have to do and will make sure you get enough rest no matter what.

I feel like even though he shows that he's annoyed he's mostly worried about you, and as you rest he will be there looking out for you, maybe even caressing your hair or giving you a soft kiss on the forehead as you sleep since he's actually worried about your health and only want you to be in your best condition.

IZUKU MIRODILLA

I feel like Deku would be the most open about how worried he is about you, if you weren't in class he would ask everyone if they knew what happened to you, he would text or call you to ask if you're okay and let you know that he's there for you.

Either as a partner or friend I feel like he would take some time either from lunch or just in the between of classes to come and see you at your dorm and check that everything is okay.

After class he would run to come and check more on you, passing for a store first buying you some medicine and your favorite snacks for you to feel better.

I feel like he wouldn't really care if he gets sick too as long as you feel comfortable and happy with him. He would watch movies with you, get in the bed with you to hold you and caress your head to comfort you and let you know that he will be there and that everything will be fine.

KIRISHIMA EIJIRO

I feel like Kirishima would be another one who is very open about being worried about you. He would definitely go check on you and probably would bring some other friends too like Uraraka or so just so you notice that they really care about you.

Either as a friend or partner he would keep you company to make you feel better, I feel like he would play games with you or just do whatever to cheer you up so you feel better and more happy.

He would not really be scared of getting sick cause he takes pride in his good health, even though, he would probably catch a little bit of a cold after for not really caring of it.

I honestly just feel like he would be a ray of sunshine in your dark day and would even make you forget that you were feeling bad about being sick

URARAKA OCHACO

I feel like Uraraka would be one of the best people to take care of you while being sick, not only would she be extremely caring but will help you with everything.

I feel like she would make you tasty soups and other foods to help you feel better. She would make sure you are getting enough nutrients in your food to start to feel better and will make sure you stay hydrated.

I feel like as a partner she would do anything to make you feel good even though she's definitely easy to get sick too she wouldn't care and would absolutely get in the bed with you to cuddle and comfort you making you feel like everything is okay.

And that's all for now, thank you for reading <3 If you would like a second part with more characters, or more like little fanfics of the ones I mentioned here or an specific mha character let me know ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

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eris-snow · 1 year

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𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝

Tags:fluff, Bakugou x gn!reader, drabble, sick reader, swearing

I'm sick, I think.

I'll take some medicine in a rush because I have training for a few hours today.

I'll buy the porridge that tastes like cardboard downstairs.

I'll be fine.

Bakugou would get really mad at you if you overwork yourself.

Sure, you might call him out for having double standards, but he'd just tuck you in and say in his signature arrogant tone, "What are you gonna do about it, dumbass?"

He would take in your silence triumphantly, before feeding you his home cooked porridge that tasted so wonderful that you contemplated trying to get sick on purpose.

He'd visit you after classes the day after, knocking on your door and taking care of you in any way possible.

Snide remarks are released the moment you go on about his reasoning behind taking care of you.

He's still a teenager, mind you. The years of maturity he would later have not coming to pass as he denies whatever theory you're crafting.

"Fuck off,"

"Hah? Get off my case already, Dumbass."

"Shut up and go to sleep already."

These weak protests are all he can get out to stop your pinpoint theory about him possibly liking you.

You would shoot him a goofy grin (he wonders how you can still smile despite the shit fever) and thank him in your sweet voice. His heart would palpitate rapidly, before he'd cover it up with orders to not overwork yourself again if you want to return the favour.

Man, he definitely fell hard for you.

#bakugou katuski x reader #bakugo x you #mha fanfiction #bakugou fluff #bakugou katsuki #mha #my hero academia #bnha #katsuki bakugō #sick reader

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drunk-cryptic-witch · 2 years

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Sick days

Katsuki x reader drabble/fic

Katsuki x gn!reader, tell me if I accidentally used she/her or he/him pronouns or made any other errors (respectfully, that is)

Basically where you’re sick and Katsuki takes care of you, but you’re not admitting you’re unwell.

Warnings: swearing, mention of being sick? Tell me if I missed out on anything.

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Bakugo Katsuki was not in a good mood when his footsteps trudged through the door. A villain got away, again. It really wasn’t his week, this was the third time this pathetic criminal had escaped him, the mighty Dynamight. He shrugged off his gear aggressively, the sound barely making you move from your spot on the couch.

“Hey,” You said, not looking away from the tv screen, only frustrating him further.

“Tch.”

You rolled your eyes, already aware of how his day must have gone. Repeat of yesterday. And the day before that. You were watching on tv earlier, and saw the guy escaping from your boyfriend. But after the fight the channel had switched to Brooklyn Nine Nine.

“Oi dumbass, focus on me instead of Rosa Diaz. Can’t I get a welcome home?!” He said, already frowning.

You groaned, shifting on the couch, blanket pulled high.

Now his frown deepened out of concern.

“Why are you doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“The blanket shit. You do that when you’re sick.”

“I’m not bloody sick.”

“It’s clear as fuck. Get off the couch, go to bed.”

Oh hell no. You weren’t gonna sleep. If there’s one thing you despised, it was afternoon naps. Especially when you were sick. Which you were not.

Yet before you could argue your boyfriend picked you up, blanket and all, and deposited you into your bedroom.

“I’m giving you soup, and then I’ll give you lunch. And then you sleep.” He gave you a glare which said there was no other way that this was going. You huffed out a ‘fine’ and he disappeared.

Half an hour later, steaming hot soup was placed by your bedside and you made a face. “Don’t give me that look, just finish it while it’s hot.”

Another twenty minutes passed and your soup was over, and another half an hour and lunch. At least Bakugo was a good cook. And then came the worst part of the day.

The curtains shut, drowning out the light. You let out a muffled groan as your phone was discarded and the bed was made up. “Lie down. Now.” “Damn at least take me out to dinner first-,” He made no efforts to laugh at your joke, all serious about making you get better and get to bed.

“You realise I’ll make you lie down and trap you so you can’t go anywhere right?”

“You’re gonna cuddle with me until I fall asleep?”

“Basically.”

“You’ll get sick.”

“Don’t care. Already called in for sick leave for two days.”

“But the villain-,”

“-can wait. Besides, I’m the only one who’s gonna get him. I finally figured out how.”

“Really? Tell me. Or you can tell me ANYTHING else I am fully here to listen.”

“Nice try. Sleep.”

A/N: I’m sick, and this is for my benefit mainly. Ooc Bakugo here sooo

Also not proof read

I’m tired don’t judge me

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theloveinc · 6 months

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deku x reader - succession!au, uhhhhh............... deku has a thought abt parenthood. it's bad.

(warning - short, talk of pregnancy but no actual gender of reader mentioned, mild talk of stds, drugs, sleeping around.... etc.?)

“I want a baby,“ your boss, Deku, the near-CEO of media conglomerate AllMightco, says randomly one day, halfway through your lunch break (that he demanded you spend with him), and in the middle of your well-earned silence after a long conversation about whether Bakugo needs antidepressants.

You can only gape at his words, close but not too close to where he’s seated at one of the little armchairs he has in his office for any business casual meetings that require somewhere cozy to sit in spite of any fighting words that may be spit (and for fucking, you’re rather quite aware).

“Maybe it’d be… good for me. I love kids and, I think, I think,” he continues, stuttering like he always does when he’s nervous, excited, high, his tone questioning despite his making of it a statement. “it would give me a break from work?”

All you can do is laugh at the question, dryly, in disbelief, unsure of whether he’s being serious or just sharing some secret, wistful dream. You decide to tell him the truth either way.

“You can’t have a baby just because you want time off.”

He ignores you, though.

“I have all this money, and what for…?” he waves his shaky hands, “I could have a family. I’d change diapers and buy toys and take them to the beach.”

(Though just last week, he was fighting the board for more funds, screaming in that raspy voice he always develops after working through the night that he’d give up any and all vacation time for the foreseeable future if it meant keeping Toshinori Yagi in a position, any position, at the company for the next five years.)

You throw your laptop aside and stand up from your wilted salad and grapefruit soda that’s now sweating on the coffee table to walk around the edges of his desk. You throw a leg over one sharp corner, the exposed part of your ankle brushing his knee as you address him directly.

“And who would be having this child, Deku?“ you ask. “An ex? A surrogate? Ocha—“

He gives you those eyes, slouching down into himself, reaching out to pull your butt of his table and grip the back of your thighs to pull you in between his legs. You can feel the length of his overgrown green curls brushing your fingertips as you put your hands on his stiff shoulders to keep yourself from falling right into him.

“Me? Izuku,” you clarify, (though you always call him Deku), “me? What do you think? I’m just gonna say yes, no warning, no nothing? We’re not even dating, sweetie.”

—and just last week Kirishima offered to drive you to the clinic with him to tested, though you’re not going to bring that up now, even if you know Deku already knows you’re sleeping around. He is too.

He closes his eyes, resting the back of his head against the heavy, red leather of his office chair. The stubble on his face is more noticeable than ever; he even has a little knick under his chin from shaving, and you move to brush your thumb against it as he swallows thickly.

“I’m just tired,” he says, blinking his dark lashes into the bags under his eyes,

“I know, baby. But a child is not way to fix that” you say. The for anyone part, you just think.

Deku pouts. He sighs. Then his face relaxes and he sags, his hands falling off you to lay limp in his lap, the silence in the room stretching like salt water taffy from the pier.

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seagreenstardust · 1 year

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Bakudeku works on a fundamental level for so many reasons but a big part of it for me is just how mutual the yearning is? Both of these boys have reasons to think they’re the last person the other would ever love, that it’s not possible, not even okay to want.

And yet, Katsuki wants Izuku and Izuku wants Katsuki. They see each other more clearly and more perfectly than anyone else does, including their own selves. They know each other better than anyone else can hope to. And they know how to love each other better than anyone else could because of it.

Both of them think that they’re the last person the other should want while simultaneously being the other’s most important person and that my friends is the kind of top-tier delicious content that keeps me coming back for more.

#I feel like every few months I’m back in my feels about bkdk yearning #and post more of the same #but honestly #the vibes #bkdk #bakudeku #izuku mydoria #katsuki bakugo #I’m catching the yearning sickness again lads #gonna go feral #mha #bnha

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pinkykats-place · 1 year

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Aged Up Sickfics BakuDeku

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

Most are SFW … still check tags.

Art not mine. Credit to @fihella for fan art.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

principles of care by nicc

Summary: “What did she do? When you got sick?”Katsuki snorts, weakly. “What do you mean, what did she do? She had to work, didn’t she?”

— — —

Katsuki gets sick, and Izuku takes care of him (because apparently, Katsuki has no idea how).

One Shot | Pro Hero au

Rated - Teen & Up

Spark a Memory by niaobirb

Summary: A day in Izuku and Katsuki’s happy ending, in which Izuku gets sick and Katsuki takes care of him. Even when they’ve been married for years, they still find ways to fall deeper in love every day.

One Shot | Pro Hero au

Rated - Teen & Up

Childhood Memories And The Power Of Nostalgia by Loopielupie

Summary: Izuku is careful as he closes the door behind him, muffling the soft voices from the nurses station and the sounds of people moving down the corridor. The bag in his hand rustles as he turns towards the bed to check on its occupant and he quietens it with a swoop of unease. But Katsuki is still sleeping, undisturbed by his arrival, blonde hair fanned out on the hospital pillow.

— — —

Or: Katsuki's been in the hospital for months, Izuku just wants to help. Can a childhood incident make Katsuki see what Izuku's been trying to say?

One Shot | Pro Hero au

Rated - Teen & Up

Just Rest by Butterballporkbun

Summary: When Deku comes down with the flu his husband, Bakugou does what he can to care for him.

One Shot | SFW

Hold Me by MJBunnyLuv

Summary: When Katsuki doesn't show up for patrol, Izuku fears the worst. Upon finding him safe at home, he learns the reason Kacchan didn't come to the agency that morning...he's sick. Always willing to do anything for his best friend, Izuku takes care of him.

One Shot | Pro Hero au

Rated - Teen & Up

Love bug by anikkathemilf

Summary: Soon enough, Izuku felt soft lips press against his forehead that moved to his cheeks before he hurriedly pressed his hand against his mouth. He opened his eyes and came face to face with an upside down view of Katsuki dripping wet, and not in the good way.

Katsuki’s brows furrowed as his lips met the back of Izuku’s hand. Izuku gently pressed his hand against Katsuki’s mouth and gave a shy smile. “Vomit breath, Pookie.” Katsuki just shook his head and gave Izuku a kiss on the lips. Katsuki smirked and gave Izuku another peck on the lips. “Do you really think I care about that, babe?”

One Shot | No Quirks au

Rated - Teen & Up

A Sunset Goodbye by princejaelofbabylon

Summary: On a rare day off, Number One Pro-hero Dynamight bumps into two kids with a startling resemblance to his childhood friend. They're on their way to the hospital to visit their sick dad, and Katsuki finds himself pulled into a bittersweet reunion with someone he hasn't spoken to in over twenty years.

This is a story about how love works when it's running out of time.

Pro Hero Baku x Quirkless Deku

Complete | 7 Chapters

Rated - General Audiences

Tomorrow's Sound Bite by EnduringParadox

Summary: "There's no such thing as always, Deku. If Dynamight is still hearty and hale, then he's going. I think the public will get a kick out of seeing him hold his own against Hirano and Merry. Stop pouting."

"I'm not pouting," Izuku said with a pout. "I just—Kacchan—"

"Dynamight is an adult and a pro-hero. He is more than capable of answering questions about himself for an hour. Get some rest. I want you in tip-top condition for your talk at the museum opening next week. Now, please give the phone back to Dynamight."

Izuku mumbled a goodbye and mouthed Sorry as he handed the phone to Kacchan.

Kacchan groaned. "Yeah, I'll do the interview, goddamn. But if they want me to talk for an hour, then they'll get me for an hour, got it?"

An hour of pure, unfiltered Kacchan.

Izuku was sure that they didn't know what they were getting into.

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Izuku and Kacchan always do their interviews together, but with Izuku home sick, Kacchan has to weather it alone. Izuku is worried, especially when a rude guest starts needling Kacchan about their relationship.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Injured (kind of sick)

Next Year by SamIsNotLegend

Summary: It's Izuku's birthday. Katsuki had planned out the whole day. He was going to spoil his boyfriend rotten, and it was going to be perfect.

It... should have been perfect.

But then Katsuki had eaten shit in a villain fight yesterday.

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

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sickficideas · 11 months

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can you post more pages from the fever scene in that mha light novel

here's some extra pages/paragraphs where it's mentioned!! bkdk and the rest of the 1a boys mentioned end up doing some crazy yeti fight in the mountains so unfortunately their illnesses aren't really elaborated on much but it's still cute lol they're all so sweet