Can you do a scenario with steampunk Izuku x reader? (Reader is female) maybe the reader’s job would be fixing machines (feel free to change that if you have a better idea)
Forget to add, for the steampunk!Izuku he is an adult
This was so fun to write! For this one I wrote reader as a steampunk version of hero support and she and Deku grew up together/went to a steampunk version of UA together. I hope this was kind of what you were looking for anon. Also, all of the characters in my drabbles are in their early 20′s unless stated otherwise. I only write x reader’s aged up, so no worries about that!
Warnings: implied bad relationship with parents, minor injuries
You had been tinkering for as long as you could remember. Your mother had called it an obsession, your father had called it a delusion, but you had always dreamed of being a mechanic. Today, that dream was true, but it hadn’t been an easy road. Ultimately, your salvation had been the heroes. When you were 15, All Might had let you work on his costume when, in the midst of battle, it was seriously damaged.
Now you wiped grease off your cheek, unaware that you were really just smearing it around. You were testing out something new for Todoroki’s costume. You were sure it was going to be incredible if you could just get it right. It had been giving you trouble though, spraying oil all over the place and mucking up your bronze framed goggles, a birthday present from Momo.
“Wow, looks like you’ve been working hard.”
You startled at the sound, spinning to see your favorite hero. Izuku Midoriya towered over you all the time, but he was especially tall right now in the rocket boots he had been testing out. You could only assume from his ripped vest that he had experienced mixed results.
“How did it go?”
“I don’t think these are really for me. Maybe Iida?”
You nodded. “Yeah, I think that might be for the best.”
You laughed a little bit, shaking your head at him.
“What?” He asked, pulling the boots off his feet.
“Well, it was probably silly of me to have you test them. You’re the only hero I know who could manage to hurt himself in a trial run.”
Deku’s freckled face turned cherry red in his signature blush. It was so easy to make the boy blush. You had to stop yourself from doing it for fun sometimes.
“I guess I do have sort of a talent for that.”
“Ever since we were kids. Life handed you scars like they were candy.” You frowned. “I worry about you sometimes, you know.”
“You shouldn’t!” He hurried to get the words out, tripping over himself. “I’m fine, I promise.”
You gave him a once over.
“Well first of all, I’m always going to worry about you because I care about you. Second of all, that’s a lie because you’re bleeding. Sit down.”
You reached for your first aid kit as he followed your instructions. You kept one around for situations like this. You got injured in your lab quite a bit, and it had come in handy more than once.
“You care about me?” he asked.
You kneeled down so that you were level with his wide, vulnerable eyes, beginning to dab at the cut on his forehead. He didn’t even flinch at the alcohol you used to sterilize it.
“Of course I do,” you said gently. “You’re...we’re...close.”
You placed the bandage on his forehead before he caught your wrist with one hand, the other lightly holding your chin. He studied your face for a moment, and the feel of his hot breath against your lips made your heart skip a beat. He locked eyes with you, and you saw some resolve harden.
“Close how? How do you care about me? Because I know how I care about you.” He leaned in till your noses were almost touching. “I ‘care’ about you like DaVinci cared about Mona Lisa, like Galileo cared about the night sky, like Rodin cared about clay. With all the raging powers of my heart. So have mercy on us both and don’t say care if you mean love because care is an insult to the depths of what I feel for you.”
You had never seen him be this intense about anything that wasn’t hero work. Your pulse hammered in your veins and you couldn’t look away from him.
“I do. I do love you. I love you, and I’ll learn how to say I love you in a thousand different languages just so you don’t get sick of hearing it because I’m not going to stop saying it, not as long as it’s true, not for forever.”
He kissed you then, searing and bright like the spark of your welding iron when you had lit it that first time and felt something inside yourself light as well. This was the same, but different, with scarred hands etching themselves into your waist and carving out the pattern of all the years you had spent dreaming of being able to love Izuku Midoriya. Today, that dream was true.
