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Introducing the lineup for cycle two of our kiribaku round robin 𪜠Weâre so excited to see what each writer brings to the story. Follow us to get all the updates, the first chapter will be out later this month đ
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Alone (No More)
My fic for @rriotzine is now on Ao3! Hope you enjoy!
Summary:
Eijirou was alone.
He had been for some time now, though it couldn't have been too long as his scales were still the flat black of a hatchling. He could barely remember his brood's nest. The days were growing colder, so the best he could tell a season or two had passed since he'd ventured off on his own. His limbs were still too short, arms unable to reach the lowest limbs of the trees around him and legs unable to step over the brush and bramble along the forest floor.
Sometimes, he sat alone in the big, wide forest, warming his tiny hands with the fire he'd made from his own breath, and he couldn't help letting out a few tiny chirps into the silence.
No one ever answered.
I'm here! Hello? Friend?
Inside him, he could feel the desires of every dragon: for hoard, for territory, for meaning. But every rock he upturned wasn't special enough, every feather wasn't soft enough, every leaf wasn't strong enough. These weren't things to hoard! He had to find his hoard, the things that were meant to be under his care.
Eijirou took another step, and another day passed alone.
Ghost of a Chance
When Bakugou died, he was alone, and he was happy about it.
But the afterlife introduces a challenge to him unlike any he's ever faced: a redheaded real estate agent who's kind to ghosts.
How will Bakugou navigate this new chapter of his (after)life?
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Five Times Kirishima Kisses Bakugou's Hands
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The first time he does it, it's a joke.Â
Bakugou and Kirishima are rough-housing, as they sometimes do, and Bakugou laughs as he shoves his palm into Kirishima's face. The tiny sparks popping off of his hand are nothing worrisome, he's not trying to actually hurt Kirishima, and the other would harden himself anyways. Instead, instinct leads Kirishima to lean up to kiss Bakugou's hand, right over his sparking palm, face half-hardened and smile wide.Â
Bakugou is stunned in the moment, and Kirishima uses his distraction to get out of the other's hold and to pin him with his own arms. Bakugou doesn't even begrudge him the win, seemingly distracted, and Kirishima doesn't think anything more of it.Â
There was a certain peace to this that Kirishima lived for.Â
Contrary to what everyone believed, Bakugou could be quiet. He'd seen it, experienced it. Tucked it away in a secret place like the treasure it was. It was when Kirishima finally knew that the blond trusted him without any reservation. Â
After Kamino, after moving into the dorms, Kirishima was thrilled that their rooms were next to each other. He was pretty sure that wasn't a coincidence, no doubt the teachers expected him to help keep Bakugou's explosions to a minimum, but the truth was Bakugou didn't explode much unless he was around the others.Â
Studying was a lot better now. They didn't have to meet up at a cafe or library where either one of them could be chastised for being too loud and disruptive. Instead, Bakugou just came over to his room almost every night, helping him with homework until he started yawning, which was when he left to go to sleep. Kirishima thought it was kind of cute that this usually happened before nine.
When they didn't have homework, Kirishima still tried to coax him over. He had a fifty-fifty shot. But when Bakugou did come over, he was usually subdued, quiet. He was quick to get going if Kirishima teased him too much, but otherwise the blond seemed comfortable lazing around in Kirishima's space, watching movies or playing games or just existing together, each of them doing their own thing. It made Kirishima's heart squeeze to know that Bakugou felt safe with him, felt like he could relax. The blond eventually started coming over without Kirishima needing to ask and it never failed to melt Kirishima.Â
It was a cold winter day when Bakugou came over and they decided to watch a movie. Kirishima set it up for them to sit on his bed, offering Bakugou a blanket. It wasn't too long into the movie that Kirishima felt the other against his side. When he looked down, Kirishima was surprised to see Bakugou shivering. It was instinct for him to wrap his arm around him, rubbing at his opposite arm and pulling him closer. Kirishima had always run hot, it was why he didn't need to change his costume for winter, unlike Bakugou who clearly was sensitive to the cold. The blond didn't even argue, cuddling closer and curling his legs over one of Kirishima's. The redhead couldn't believe it; they were cuddling! He was cuddling with Bakugou Katsuki! His best friend!
Kirishima quickly hid his smile against the top of Bakugou's head, pleased to have the blond's trust. He rubbed at his arm with his other hand to try and warm him up, and Bakugou hummed sleepily, leaning closer.Â
Kirishima couldn't say for sure how the movie ended, but with Bakugou asleep in his arms, he didn't really care.Â
NICE one
really nicely set the scene and "captured the moment" imo
Thank you! <3
When Bakugou opened the door, the lights were out. The lump on the bed flinched in anticipation, but Bakugou didn't turn on the overhead lights, instead walking into the dark room and closing the door softly behind him.Â
The blankets on the bed shivered. Bakugou didn't speak a word, making his way across the room without much difficulty (only a single misplaced dumbbell giving him issue, a cut off curse breaking the silence before Bakugou reined himself in).Â
Bakugou made it to the desk, flipping on the small light on the desk that also functioned as a wax warmer. Bakugou stood there for a moment, watching the wax heat up, and the lump on the bed slowly relaxed when it became apparent nothing would be asked of it.Â
Once the wax was melted enough, the soft scent of lavender wafted through the room. An attempt to help with sleeping, not that Bakugou was sure if the scent had been picked out of consideration for himself or for the room's other occupant.Â
Bakugou finally turned to the bed, hands on his hips in contemplation for a moment. He leaned over and pressed a hand to the mattress, pushing down to silently warn its current inhabitant that he was climbing on, before he did just that, sitting beside the lump of blankets and leaning back against the headboard.Â
He waited.Â
It was slow going, but he felt the other inching closer to him, a tentative hand bravely leaving the safety of the blankets to curl around Bakugou's calf. Bakugou just kept his breathing even, not reacting, and the blankets inches even closer, now a bloodshot eye peeking out at his face with unsurity.Â
Bakugou hummed, quiet and even, and the face ducked to hide once more. The blankets neared him even more though, the form underneath curling close enough to press against Bakugou's side. Moments later, a head--still covered by the duvet--rested tentatively on the blond's lap. Bakugou hummed again, lifting one hand to rest it over the blanket-covered head. He heard a sniffle. He squeezed the shoulder just underneath the blanket, and then the cries grew less muffled as he felt tears dampening his thigh.Â
He could say it'll be alright, but it probably wouldn't be for the family of the man who'd lost his life today. He could say you did all you could, but that would just make the other feel inadequate. He could say it's not your fault, but coming right off a failed rescue, those words always felt like a lie. Ultimately, Bakugou wasn't a therapist, he didn't know what to say, if anything could be said.Â
But he was here. And he could be here, could stay, until Kirishima was ready to try again.Â
So he did.
hey, please donât take this personally, you probably grew up with this kind of nonchalant self-centeredness (itâs not you, itâs your country) so it makes sense that you would carry it with you on some level! i just wanted to inform you that the latin alphabet (which is used for a lot of languages, english included, and among all the standard english varieties also american english) has absolutely nothing to do with america. it has no origin in america or with the american people, nor did they modify it in any way. you just use it, like countless other countries do. reading your (otherwise very fun) fic, the line "do you really think the americans would let you?" really made me stumble, since it implies some sort of ownership or power over this worldwide cultural item, which, again, americans simply do not have. the latin alphabet goes way beyond america.
i donât actually know if you are american, but i canât imagine why anyone would write that line if they werenât. đ
either way, the latin alphabet apparently originates from italian/greek culture.
i wish you no harm, actually i wish you all the best, and i hope you donât feel discouraged to write in any way. just hope you can see how this habit to assume most things great originate with your country is actually quite offensive to everybody else, since it is oftentimes incorrect. please do not take it personally though, i would likely have suffered the same fate (/hj /lh <3) had i grown up where i presume you have. even though i do believe it to have been less extreme, growing up somewhere entirely different, i still had to intentionally rid myself of a subconscious sense of superiority over, just, randomly decided âeverything elseâ. i think to a degree it is universal, sort of like a "back in my day everything was better (it was not)". itâs normal to trust most in simply what you grew up with. that doesnât actually make it true though. lol
would be funny if you were actually from somewhere else.
Appreciate the insight! Honestly, that was a line I probably would've caught and edited out if I'd given this one more than a glance before posting, wasn't really thinking when I was writing it down. Sorry about that! I've removed it.
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Have a really stupid, really silly, not thoroughly edited one-shot of everyone flirting with an oblivious Bakugou (endgame KiriBaku, of course)
Hair Care, Pt. 1
Kirishima combed his fingers through his hair, turning his head side to side and sighing at the black roots. He needed to redo it again. He dropped his hands to the counter, grabbing his headband to push his hair back and cover his roots. He'd run to the store after classes and get some more dye. It wasn't the quickest process, especially since he had to bleach the black first, so he would basically have to spend his whole off day from school doing it.
He took the teasing about being late and not having his hair styled with a shrug and a smile. Everyone was good natured about it and he just claimed to have woke up too late to style it, wearing the headband to keep it out of his face. He was sure most of the class could probably guess that he dyed his hair, but he still enjoyed the illusion, like maybe he was actually brave and not just pretending by slapping on color from a box.
"Oi, Shitty Hair," Bakugou called out as usual as they were dismissed from class.
Kirishima couldn't hold back a grimace. Bakugou always called him that, but on days like this, it tended to hit a little too close to heart. He managed a slightly strained smile.
"Hey, man. What's up?"
"Let's spar tomorrow. We've got an off day so we can use the gym all afternoon."
Kirishima frowned. "Ah, sorry. I can't tomorrow."
Bakugou's brow scrunched. "You got plans already?"
"I mean, kind of?" Kirishima winced. "Not exactly fun plans, just a chore I got to do. It'll take a couple hours at least."
Bakugou sighed longsufferingly. "Fine, what is it? I can help and it'll go faster. Then we can spar."
"Um." Kirishima hesitated. "It's not...really something the amount of people can change how fast it goes."
Bakugou scowled, turning away. "Fucking whatever, okay, if you didn't want to just say so." He started to stomp off with his shoulders high, tense. Shit, he'd hurt his feelings.
"No, wait, I do want to!" Kirishima called out, snatching his bag and rushing after him. "It's just," he exhaled. "It's my hair, alright? I've got to dye it again, my roots are growing out," he admitted, kicking his feet against the ground. "Not exactly something fun though. Or something worth bragging about."
Bakugou cut his eyes at him from the side. He seemed contemplative now instead of mad. Kirishima startled when he suddenly reached out, fingers grabbing a lock of Kirishima's hair and rubbed it between his fingers.
"That's why your hair's shitty," he said.
Kirishima flinched this time, looking away and feeling a bit of a burn in his eyes he tried to ignore. He grabbed his arm with his opposite hand, slumping. Yeah, he knew Bakugou had rude nicknames for everyone, but he hadn't thought Bakugou meant it when he called him Shitty Hair.
"Fuck, no, that's not--" Bakugou blurted out quickly. Kirishima peeked at him to see the blond actually looking a little flustered. "My mom knows all this shit about hair and I kind of picked some of it up on accident. Your hair's dry from the bleaching and the dye. You don't use the right conditioner. That's what I meant."
Kirishima blinked. That was the most he'd ever heard Bakugou say at one time without yelling.
"Let me help," Bakugou asked. Then he scowled. "No. No choice. I'm helping you," he stated, turning and grabbing Kirishima's wrist to tug him forward. Kirishima helplessly followed.
His mom and dad hadn't had any experience with hair dye so Kirishima had just had Google and the box instructions to follow. He wasn't against getting some advice from someone who knew what they were doing though. He had noticed his hair was dryer and more brittle, he just hadn't known there was an option to fix that without stopping dyeing his hair.
At the store, Bakugou stalked to the hair section, scanning the boxes. "What do you usually get?"
Kirishima pointed to one of the boxes on the bottom shelf, fire engine red.
"You can't just use any shit" Bakugou tsked, as he looked at the back of the box. "This one's fucking awful. Never use permanent dye, that's why you get roots so bad. Use semi permanent. You have to redye it either way, but this way it'll fade more evenly and be less noticeable, just might be darker overall if black's your natural," Bakugou explained, grabbing a different dye and shoving it in Kirishima's arms. He didn't say anything about the hair bleach Kirishima grabbed, so he guessed that wasn't bad. He turned to the register.
"The fuck you going?" Bakugou called out, further down the aisle.
Kirishima held up the two boxes. "To buy these? We're done, right?"
Bakugou's eyes bugged and he sputtered. "That's it?" He stressed. "What about oil? Leave in conditioner? Treated shampoo?"
Kirishima blinked, tilting his head just a little. "What?"
Bakugou groaned. "This is why your hair is so dry, damn." He dragged Kirishima down the aisle to some hair oils. "You at least need coconut oil. Argon is good too."
"Okay," Kirishima said slowly. Bakugou looked over them quickly before grabbing a green bottle of coconut oil.
"Leave in conditioner helps too," Bakugou explained. "Some of them can even help your dye last longer." He grabbed another. "Please tell me you at least use shampoo for dyed hair."
"Of course!" Kirishima defended, pointing the brand he usually got.
Bakugou looked apocalyptic. "2-in-1 shampoo?!" He practically screeched.
Kirishima winced. "I thought that was good? Extra hydration?"
"I'm exploding that when we get back," Bakugou informed him, grabbing a different bottle. He grabbed another conditioner as well.
"I need two conditioners?" Kirishima asked as he followed him to the register.
"One for in the shower to wash out, one's leave in," Bakugou said gruffly, grabbing the boxes from Kirishima and throwing them all on the belt. Kirishima was getting out his wallet when he realized Bakugou was paying.
"Hey, wait! It's for me, dude, I can pay!"
"It's a lot of extra shit you don't usually get, I'll get them this time," Bakugou said, accepting his change. He smirked. "Once you see the difference, you'll see why it's worth it."
"I'm kind of starting to think you like doing this kind of stuff," Kirishima said as they headed back.
"You need to take of your hair. It's part of your image as a hero." Bakugou said, and Kirishima could see a bit of a blush cross his face. "You're also apparently a dumbass."
Kirishima laughed. "I appreciate it, Bakugou."
"Whatever. We'll get started tomorrow morning. Should be done by lunch."
"Thanks!"
.....
(To Be Continued)
(After MUCH waiting, I present Part 2 of this Hair Care ficlet)
(Also on Ao3 now)
Have a really silly ficlet about Bakugou being a disaster aroace, and the Baku-squad+a few of the Deku-squad being in a huge polycule (based on that post going around about the guy who "infiltrated" a poly-house and no one knew who he was dating, but he did the dishes so they left him alone):
(Also on Ao3)
Bakugou was pretty sure this should've been discussed before they all agreed to move into one house together after graduation.Â
Kaminari was dating Shinsou.
Todoroki was dating Sero.
Deku was dating Uraraka.Â
Jirou was dating Yaoyorozu.Â
Ashido was dating Kirishima.Â
And Bakugou did the dishes.Â
It had taken a couple weeks for him to realize that literally everyone was paired up besides him. Since Year 1, they'd all sort of taken up a sleep-where-you-are-when-you-can approach--as hero work didn't always give you a proper sleep schedule--and that had carried over to the house. Bakugou crashed in a different bed every night, and it wasn't until the second week that he realized that the same couple shared the same bed every night, it was just him that switched it up.
Well, technically, he had a room to himself where he kept all his things, he just never slept in it cause everyone had taught him to rely on your friends for shit, and when he slept alone, he had horrible wake-up-to-explosions nightmares.Â
Was he supposed to ask about sharing now? No one had said anything, but also, no one had pointed out the fact that he was eleventh-wheeling them all either.Â
So, he decided, fuck it; he was paying one-eleventh of the rent, like hell was he letting anything jeopardize that.Â
Which meant dishes.
Bakugou's experience with shared living back at U.A. told him that the least favored chore was doing the dishes. It had been a drag to get anyone, even Iida, to do them. So since they'd moved into the house together, Bakugou had been doing the dishes every night, quietly taking the most hated chores and hoping it would be enough that no one would kick him out when they realized he wasn't dating any of them.Â
(He didn't really think they would kick him out. If anything, they'd all been super pushy to have him move in with them; they'd probably fight him if he even alluded to moving out. But still, the small voice inside that told him he was broken for not being interested in dating also told him to keep his mouth shut about this specific thing and just go with the flow.)Â
âThanks, Bakugou!â Kirishima said as Bakugou finished loading the dishwasher, hugging him from behind.Â
âYou're the best,â Kaminari said, nuzzling against his neck as he sprawled across the bed with him and Shinsou.Â
âI'll do your laundry tomorrow night, Kacchan, just leave it in my basket,â Deku said, squeezing his arm across the back of the couch while Uraraka was in a blanket burrito between them.Â
âAnother day with my favorite partner,â Todoroki smiled at Bakugou as they headed home from theirs and Deku's joint agency.Â
âThanks for the jam sesh,â Jirou said, hip-checking him lightly as they passed in the hall.Â
âSo goddamn touchy,â Bakugou muttered as Ashido ruffled his hair, as Yaomomo hugged him, Shinsou leaned on him to nap, Sero tangled their legs together in bed. He couldn't get away from them (and didn't know if he really wanted to in the first place). They made him feel weird, like maybe he wasn't broken somewhere inside, and that was an addicting but dangerous feeling.Â
(What Bakugou didn't know was that everyone thought he was dating them all, in various kinds of ways. Kirishima and Midoriya were the only ones who suspected that Bakugou didn't realize this, but they both were just waiting for the temperamental blond to catch up. They knew he would eventually. He always did.)Â
Familiar (To Me)
On Ao3
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Bakugou had never had a Familiar. He didn't need a Familiar. When everyone started pairing up with their partners, when the Familiars started traveling more as cats and dogs and rabbits and snakes than people, he just sneered and stalked off on his own. He was the strongest mage in his class, his offensive magic was out of anyone else's league. He didn't need a Familiar to enhance his skills, he was already the best. Who cared if none of the Familiars ever came near him? He didn't, that was for sure.
Kiribaku AU where they're two gladiators?
Thanks for sending this prompt in!
I know it's been a bit, but I did manage to get a tiny ficlet out (yes, heavily inspired by Gladiator). Hopefully you still enjoy this!
.....
Kirishima watched him in the arena through the small barred opening from the Pit, wishing to be at his side, but this was a solo match.Â
Bakugou versus the Caesar.Â
His head was held high, golden hair shining like a crown, even if the real laurel of golden leaves was on the head of his opponent. It would only be temporary, Kirishima was sure. Bakugou would not lose. He couldn't.Â
The people were practically silent, the confusion having set in when the Caesar stepped into the arena personally, and they still didn't seem sure who to cheer for. Kirishima knew though. He knew the true Caesar.Â
âBakugou!â He shouted through the bars. âKill him! Free us!âÂ
âBakugou!â The other gladiators followed his lead, cheering from the Pit for their comrade. The roar rose, from the Pit into the stands, and soon the citizens were cheering for the gladiator too.Â
âHail, Bakugou!âÂ
âFinish him!â
âBy the Godsâ Will!âÂ
Bakugou didn't acknowledge any of them, mouth twisted in an unhappy scowl, and as he dodged a deft flick of his opponent, Kirishima's eyes caught his slight dragging of his foot.Â
Was Bakugou injured? He frowned. He hadn't been hit during the fight, so if he was, it could only have been before the fight started. When he and the Caesar came from below the ground together, the Caesar looking smug while Bakugou only looked as determined as always. Could he have harmed Bakugou before the fight began?Â
Bakugou did an impressive flourish, sending his opponent's sword flying from his hand. The crowd screamed for blood. The Caesar demanded a sword from the guards, but they turned him away. Bakugou gritted his teeth, and the next swing sliced into the Caesar's throat, an offering of blood to the Gods, as the people had requested.Â
The arena was silent in the aftermath, in awe perhaps. Kirishima certainly was.Â
A cheer broke through, and suddenly a wave of exultation swept through the crowd, feet stomping, tears streaming, the relief of freedom from such a tyrant sending the citizens into wild celebration.Â
Bakugou raised his sword, blade pointed to the sky, and the cheers grew somehow louder. His head bowed before the Gods in respect, and Kirishima was certain it would be the last time that head bowed.Â
Tomorrow was a new day.Â
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There were a couple votes for me to focus on Fuck Our Instincts (You're Mine) in the next year, so that's going to be the WIP I aim to finish in 2025 (the next chapter is supposed to be the last chapter).
I appreciate the responses! As a treat, here's a lil' snippet of from the next chapter.
SNIPPET FROM CHAPTER 5 (coming soon-ish? maybe within the next couple months, at least)
Question to my readers:
Of all my WIPs on Ao3--singular fics and series--what's the one specific one that you wish would have another chapter/installment, over the others?
I'm still struggling with getting any writing done, but I don't like leaving anything unfinished and I am working on things behind the scenes. If there's one work that y'all are more into than the others, I can try to focus my efforts on that one, get an update to you in 2025.
