Dragon!Deku’s getting such a good grade in intimidating, he just knows it!

Bonus Comfy nerd under cut

With the delighful @fifi-drawings we decided to do a little drawing collab about Bkdk! Since we both love dragons and bkdk, we combined both 🐉❤️

(AU interlude for my BNHA Dragon!Deku story! Warnings for angst and very vague references to Specific Types of Violence. Yes, that kind of violence. No description tho. FanFiction link is here . Pls note that this is an AU INTERLUDE. Normal storyline and chaps will resume next update, so nobody panic.)

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     It wasn’t like they meant it to happen. There was no grand moment where their hearts broke and turned black, no blind leap of hatred, no declaration to become what they did. If the path to hell was paved with good intentions, the path to villainy was inlaid with sloping steps that guided the disillusioned, heart-sick foot ever downward into darkness. Yet, even though it was not their intent, once they got there they simply … didn’t choose to leave. The stairs were there, and the long climb was possible if difficult. But, well.

Izuku going partial dragon in a story by  Raider867, Stephano1294 and Whitetiger789: The Bond of Dragons

Art is done by me of course

Japanese dragons are heavily associated with water and have a precedent for turning from dragon to human or vice-versa so dragons-disguised-as-humans makes perfect sense and also i can model izuku after a fish

specifically the electric eel, and i now know there’s an electric eel in tennessee that runs a twitter account and i think that’s beautiful

anyway both izuku and inko can generate electricity and have electroreceptors, which means they can sense the electrical fields of other living things a la sharks/platypus (i think, if i’m butchering science plz tell me). it’s stronger in the water, and they are great swimmers, but they can still sense living things in close proximity and have a shock strong enough to kill. they also tend to shock ppl who startle them or they don’t like. hmmmm bill always gets a static shock when he pokes izuku i wonder why hmmmmmmmmmm.

mitsuki and katsuki on the other hand are modeled a little more after snakes and can sense infrared. they also secrete pseudo-nitroglycerin like katsuki does in canon, except it’s in their mouths so they can literally spit explosions or leave nitro-drool on things, including themselves, to ignite later. cuz reptiles don’t sweat and all that good stuff.

dragons in general have the same taste/smell combination as snakes (jacobson’s organ) and exhibit a “flehmen response” (like a cat or horse wrinkling their upper lip) which mmmmmaybe does double-duty for infrared sensors? pit organs would probly work better on the surface of the skin rather than underneath the lip or whatever but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

A.K.A. the informal sequel to my Dragon!Deku fic, His New Treasure. 

A good chunk of these are ideas that I wanted to incorporate into the original fic, but couldn’t due to trying to timing. So I drafted them and decided to post them here instead. Hope you like it!

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He immediately begins to show you his hoard once you get properly settled. All of his treasures that he has collected over the few years of his independent travel.

Would beam at you with no shame if you tried on some of the green and gold jewelry. He insisted you picked out at least one for you to keep so he could wake up to you wearing it everyday.

You read through the books, papers, and scrolls together, cuddled up high in his nest.

You both make notes to which locations you have traveled before and to one’s you plan to travel next.

You’re not performing alone in villages you visit anymore.

Now, you have your own partner to dance and sing with.

Deku helps pull in the crowd with his sweet smile and welcoming voice.

You know this firsthand.

Deku teaching you swordsmanship.

As much as he wouldn’t mind being both your sword and shield for the rest of your lives, you wanted to make sure that the previous encounter with the thieves wouldn’t come close to happening again.

Deku’s dragon growled at the thought. 

Anything to make his mate happy.

And happy you were with each day as you progressed with the blade.

The first time you’ve bested him in a training spar. Him on his back with your new sword at his neck, you wearing a victorious grin.

His heart skipped a beat.

He loved you so much.

You take the task of purchasing certain produce and spices for nearby villages and markets.

Both of you fish together, but half the time you distract each other with play fights in the water.

Deku’s job is hunting down larger creatures in the woods for meat and fur and foraging for berries from time to time.

He makes it his job to find the biggest prey he can find to make sure you are well fed and slept comfortably every night.

Only the best for his newfound, precious mate.

Ok, so imagine this.

You’re at the camp near your shared cave. Starting the fire, preparing the fish, whatever.

You hear rustling from the nearby bushes, so you tense up and hold out your carving dagger just in case.

Out comes a frantic, giant elk and your hybrid!dragon significant other less than a second later.

When Deku hunts, most times he is in his hybrid form. Mainly because with forests being so thick with trees, there is not much space for his full and larger dragon form to properly maneuver through.

He still had his basic human traits on display. However, a good portion of his body was covered in his jaded scales, mainly his back, some on his arms and legs, neck, and the lower part of his jaw. His dragon horns, wings, claws, fangs, and eyes are also on full display.

As well as some of his animal instincts.

He leaps onto the animal’s back, claws digging deep into the prey’s fur and skin. Deku bites down hard onto the elder deer’s windpipe, both tumbling to the ground by the tackle. The elk only had a split second to scream before being permanently silenced by the attack.

Deku grips down hard on the animal’s throat with fangs and claws before releasing it after it has finally passed away.

He blinked down at the corpse and composed himself before lifting his gaze at you.

His sharp, reptilian eyes transformed into his round, lovely orbs. He smiled wide with bloodied teeth, “Beloved, I got dinner!”

Only Deku has the ability to go from Predator Mode to Puppy Eyes like that and master it.

He loves it when you soothe him with lullabies every night, stomachs full with meat and berries.

Your fingers combing through his hair, him laying her head against your chest, falling asleep to your heartbeat and your voice. A perfect way to end every day.

Deku makes a mental note to find a bigger and better cave for you and his hoard to rest in.

It has to be as perfect as can be to raise their future hatch-lings.

Dragon!Deku x Musician!S/O

Prompt: Y/N gains more than just the attention of the common village folk with her singing and lute playing skills.

Warning⚠️: Attempted Sexual Assault (It’s not specifically stated in the fic, nor does any physical contact occur relating to this warning. I’m making a precaution in case the scenario brings up any bad memories to some readers).

Author’s Note: In our group chat, we were talking about the many different versions/AU’s of Deku there were a few days ago and we were picking out our favorites. I chose Dragon!Deku because he is a literal treasure. No pun intended. Seriously, I’ve seen seeing countless Dragon!Kirishima’s and some Dragon!Bakugo’s here and there. I legit only ever seen one for Deku and I was like...NOPE. Can’t be just one. And I once again took so many freaking hours writing a 2k+ fic. I tried to finish this an hour ago but my brain wasn’t having that. 😝 Sorry for those who were waiting. Hope you enjoy!

Edit: I made a headcanon list as a continuation to this fic right here!

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Izuku wasn’t the typical definition of your average dragon. 

Most dragons collect every and any shiny object they can get their hands on in hopes to make their hoard grow faster and bigger.

He considered himself to be somewhat less materialistic, but there was only so much of his dragon hoarding instincts he could ignore.

He had a decent sized collection. He loved the color green, so only gems in that particular color were allowed in his hoard, no matter the shade. Golden coins and jewelry scattered about as well. 

He also made a habit to collect books, papers, and scrolls that contained maps or historical information from his travels. And a novel or two to pass time during a storm. A little nod to his human upbringing.

He wasn’t unnecessarily aggressive as well, either. Hothead, easy to anger, and malicious were just a few words most would describe dragons. Izuku didn’t have a mean bone in his body. If anything, he was quite shy and avoids confrontation as much as possible. He doesn’t starts fights. He finishes them.

He wasn’t obsessed with obtaining the largest hoard there was, nor becoming the strongest dragon in the sky. He was content with the size of his bounty and was in no rush to increase it drastically. He had plenty of time for it to grow.

Izuku wished he had someone to share it with, though. But the young man hybrid would let his thoughts wander for the time being.

The jade dragon was currently resting his reptilian body high above in the thick branches of trees. Thankfully, his body was both small enough for his weight to be supported and camouflaged well enough to not be seen by people and prey down below.

He loved taking naps in trees. He would rest himself in the branches while sunbathing before hunting for a boar or an elk.

A soft melody and the sound of a strumming instrument woke him up from his slumber. He blinked before focusing on the sounds as they became louder with every second. He turned his lengthy body ever so carefully to not rustle the leaves as he peered between them.

A young woman with smooth (s/c) swayed her body back and forth to the music she produced with her voice and her lute. Her (h/c) hair was pushed ever so slightly by the summer breeze, but that didn’t bother the female in the slightest as she was lost in the music. She wore a white blouse that exposed her shoulders and reached down to her forearms, a black and (s/c) corset hugging the shirt to her torso. Her black boots crunched down on the leaves in her path, her long (f/c) skirt flickered around her legs with every step she took. A large auburn knapsack settled comfortably on her back.

Izuku couldn’t help himself but stare hypnotized at the lovely lady.

His sharp eyes had darkened with sudden want. ‘She looks ravishing.’

He blinked at his thoughts before grunting to himself. ‘Where the hell did that come from?’ If he were in his human form, his face would’ve put rubies to shame. He’d think after all of these years, he would have a better grasp at his more wild instincts.

He wasn’t paying attention to his posture. Izuku didn’t know that his body was unconsciously leaning forward to gain a better view of the woman before he heard the cracking of the branch he was sitting on. With haste, he straightened himself and went back into hiding within the leaves, but not without making rustling noises.

The music and singing halted promptly. Izuku eased himself very slowly to peek at a view of of the female through the leaves.

She blinked with her wide, (e/c) eyes in several directions before shrugging her shoulders and moving on. The female musician calmly made her way over roots and logs toward the small town down the hill, now humming her tunes to herself.

Izuku climbed down the tree and sat comfortably on the ground, his eyes still etched toward the direction the woman had disappeared to.

I have to follow her. Lunch can wait.

And so he did.

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The sensation of music always captivated Y/N. 

The harmony it spoke. The melody it breathed. The stories it held. She loved the smiles and energy it would bring to herself and the people around her.

She grew up surrounded by music. Her father playing his old, battered lute, her mother singing the songs, and her siblings and herself dancing around them in glee.

Y/N took it upon herself to learn how to sing and play for her siblings when her parents were too busy to do so at times. She became transfixed with the feeling of being the one others praised for. She gained enough courage to write and share her own stories and songs to her sweet family who enjoyed her newfound skills.

Once she was old enough, she made a plan to travel to different towns to act as an entertainer of sorts as well as study and learn different songs and stories and perhaps learn another instrument or two. She saved up enough money to purchase her own lute and some for her travel expenses and gained enough skills to learn how to take care of herself in the wilderness when need be.

She left her family with a heartfelt, parting song. 

That was almost a year ago.

Y/N is now leading a line of children in swirling circles and figure 8’s in a city far west of her hometown. The children and the audience clapped to the beat of her tune as she bellowed her song to the crowd of the young and the old.

It wasn’t long until elder villagers began to participate. Some took hold of their children’s hands and guided them with the music while others square danced with a random partner. There were even other musicians who came to add their own instrumental and singing support when they recognized the melody, which Y/N greatly appreciated.

She placed her precious lute carefully next to her knapsack against the sidewalk before turning back toward the crowd to join in on the fun. A gray glove placing down a sheathed sword on the other side of her pack made way into her peripheral vision.

In front of her was a young man, presumably her age, with unruly dark green hair and round eyes to match. He, himself, wore a long-sleeved white tunic and a forest-colored vest overtop. Around his hips was a brown travel belt, Y/N assumed that was where the sword was connected to, aqua trousers, and a pair of red shoes that looked oddly shaped.

(They kept those ridiculous shoes in with the official art of the Fantasy!AU. I figured I might as well keep it in here, too. XD)

The man’s teeth shimmered brightly as he smiled wide with a hint of nervousness. “Please excuse me, ma’am. But may I ask, would you care to dance with me?” He gave out his hand to hers and performed a small bow.

Y/N didn’t personally dance much with anyone outside her family or hometown, so this request was fairly new to her. In other places, no one would request that of her. Then again, she would be occupied with her lute in her hands.

She accepted with a grin and a curtsy, albeit speaking in a playful tone, “Why, of course, my good sir. I would love nothing more. But I must require your name first before I take another step.”

She swore she saw his eyes glow in excitement. “I’m Izuku Midoriya.”

Y/N held out her bare hands to his gloved ones. “I’m Y/N L/N.”

The pair wasn’t sure how long they had been in each other’s arms.

Y/N couldn’t bring herself to sing anymore because of her partner being a cute distraction. He would miss some steps here and there, but she never displayed toward him for a second. The way he would blurt out apologies and glow red in his freckled cheeks made her giggle. Her laughter seemed to bring ease to the muscled gentleman.

Izuku, on the other hand, was forcing his dragon to stay dormant as he held this remarkable woman in his arms. He made the mistake of taking in a whiff of her scent of fresh flowers and morning dew when spinning her with one arm. His dragon side was too drunk off her scent and practically yanked her back into his embrace before being forced down by Izuku once more.

Y/N blinked in surprise at Izuku.

He blinked back in sheer embarrassment, rubbing the back of his head out of habit. “S-sorry! I tripped.”

She laughed again. God, he wished he could hear that every day.

She gasped, “HEY!”

Y/N’s gaze wasn't on Izuku anymore. They were traced onto an unknown caped figure who had a hold of her valuable knapsack. It held her clothing, her money, her tools, all of her essentials. The mysterious figure turned suddenly, revealing his ugly face and making eye contact with Y/N before darting off into the back alleyways leading back into the forest.

Y/N nudged Izuku away, regretfully departing from him. “NO! Get back here, you thief!” She pushed against the crowd with quick apologies. Thankfully, the thief was stupid enough to not notice the sword sitting idly by where her bag was placed. Without thinking, Y/N grabbed Izuku’s sword and chased after the thief, abandoning her lute.

“Y/N! WAIT!”

“I’m sorry! I’ll give you your sword back! I promise!” Izuku had to watch in horror as you chased after the criminal with his sword, vanishing in the many shadows of the trees.

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Izuku clutched at the handle of the string instrument you’d left behind. Scales creeping up the side of his neck to his jaw. Emerald eyes honed in with deadly intent. A growl rising up from his chest.

You were in possible danger. He didn’t give a shit about the sword.

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You didn’t know exactly what you were expecting.

You had hoped that Lady Luck was on your side and maybe had the stranger trip and plead mercy as you heroically rescued your knapsack back.

Of course, he would have friends.

Not too far away from the village, hiding away were 4 of his criminal allies about to set up camp. Not until their last buddy came running by with an angered lady in tow.

Now Y/N felt like an idiot. A very frightened idiot. The blade in her sweaty palms felt heavier now. 

And those musket guns pointed at her chest didn’t help to calm her heartbeat either.

“What’s wrong, songbird? You’ve gotten so quiet on us,” the leader said cockily. He took step by threatening step, inching closer to her shaking form.

She didn’t dare make a drastic move, despite how much she wanted to. If she swung the sword, she would be shot immediately. Like a deer during hunting season. Her breathing became heavier. Her eyes became blurry with unshed tears.

The man hushed her, mockingly. “Naw, don’t be sad now. You’ve done so well, brave little bird. Making it this far.” He grinned with his nasty teeth and reached for her blouse with his dirty hands. “Let us reward you.”

He didn’t get a chance to touch her.

A large presence slammed itself onto the earth right behind Y/N’s body, causing her and the group of men to cower in shock. Y/N shrieked in fear and shrunk into a ball on the ground, dropping the sword to her feet.

Whatever the being was, the men were just as afraid as she was.

A chorus of “What” and “How in the hell”’s were loudly discussed amongst the thieves before a thunderous roar echoed throughout the area.

Y/N wasn’t sure if it was due to the fact that she covered her ears to drown out the deafening howl that she could hear her own heartbeat. Her breathing had become rampant and out of her control.

She flinched when she felt sudden heat close by. She peeked through her eyelashes before widening her eyes in surprise.

Lime green fire enveloped the grass, bushes, and trees in the area where the men were standing. Her bag, untouched by the flames. Y/N only saw the moving figures of 2 of the men retreating further into the woods. She was willing to guess that the remainders were charred in the chaos. The musician would’ve checked to see for herself if it wasn’t for the feeling of hot air being blown at from above.

A massive dragon (in her perspective) loomed above her shivering being. It was donned in sleek jaded scales and honed muscled that flaunted with every moment. Symmetrical horns lay on its head and sharp claws from it’s front and hind legs dug into the soil.

A puff of smoke exhaled from it’s pointed snout as it stared down at Y/N.

Her breathing was becoming uneven and her heart wouldn’t hush down. Her eyes were gaining black spots.

She was passing out.

Y/N thought she had seen her lute in the dragon’s tail before closing her eyes.

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Izuku woke up to the feeling of fingers caressing his curls and the low sound of humming.

He gained nostalgia of his mother, Inko, doing so to soothe him to sleep from a nightmare. In turn, he nuzzled closer to the warmth that he’d come to cuddled with. He heard a giggle.

That was weird. Izuku was sure his mother’s voice wasn’t as high-pitched.

And Inko also had the distinct scent of lavender and honey.

And not like…!

His tail wagged to the left and hit itself against a pile of coins. He did not have a hoard before he left his mother’s home.

Izuku made a sharp inhale and forced himself to wake up.

He was back in his private cave. Where his hoard was.

And you were there.

Laying down in the middle of his proud pile of emerald gems and jade jewelry, nestled up comfortably in his nest with his fur blankets in your lap. As if he didn’t just hold you captive with scarred arms around your waist ten seconds ago.

In his hybrid form, he still retained some of his human skin, but you can still see his scales. His fangs. His claws. His tail. His horns.

You knew exactly what he was.

And yet, you still looked at him like you’ve known him for years.

You gazed at him with, dare he say, loving eyes. “Good morning, Izuku.”

Izuku swears on his hoard and his life that he would do whatever it takes to ensure that he would hear that phrase from her everyday for the rest of his life. 

“Good morning.” Mate. My new treasure.

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“Are you hungry?”