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Me: what if you stuck to one fic and finished writing it before starting another one?
Also me: /vibrating intensely/ YEAH???? WELL WHAT IF YOU STARTED WRITING A BAKUKAMIDEKU BODYSWAP FIC HUH???? ONE WHERE BAKU AND KAMI SWAP BODIES AND KAMI HAS TO GO ON A DATE WITH DEKU AS BAKU HEHEHEH
Me: ...please donāt, you have other things toā
Also me: āTOO LATE BITCH >:))
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WAIT BEFORE I SLEEP I JUST HAD A BAKUDEKU THOUGHT
[Edit: this has become known as bakudeku author au! I didnāt think people would actually get invested in it O-o]
Aged up and Quirkless!au (no one has Quirks) where Izukuās a popular book author whose face is unknown and only goes by Deku (of course). His books (which are ongoing) have amassed a large fandom, and his guilty pleasure is actually reading fanfiction of his own stories, which are set in a world where superpowers exist and the main character wants to become the greatest hero. He has secret accounts on almost every platform, but he would die before ever telling his friends what he was doing on them.
Izukuās reading mood changes day after day. Sometimes he likes reading the angsty fics, though he always keeps a box of tissues next to him. Some of the fic authors actually kill off his favourite characters in their stories, and the comments are always about how they hope the original author (him) wonāt actually kill that specific character off in the next book he writes. Theyād never know how heād never even considered it, and now that theyāve written that story, heās definitely never going to kill that character off! He just loves them them too much. So he bookmarks the story, leaves a kudos and a comment on his secret account telling them how much he loved it, wipes away his tears, and moves on to the next one.
Izukuās descent into hell started sometime when he was reading angst, when he saw the tag with two of his charactersā names with a slash in between. He was still new to the website and never used it for anything other than reading fics for his own fandom, so he assumed it was rivalry. The summary certainly made it seem so. So he tapped.
Three hours later, Izuku was in a whole new world. How could he not have seen the potential between these two characters? Or those two? Or the other two? Maybe even those three? The four??? Heād fallen into a dangerous rabbit hole of romance.
There was a lot of same-sex shipping as well, which actually confused him at first. He thought heād made it obvious that the male protagonist in his stories liked one of the girls in his class, even though romance often took a backseat in his adventure stories. But here was a plethora of fics about the character falling in love with an aloof boy in class, or one of the cheerful ones, or the one whoād just joined and seemed like he needed a week of pure sleep. Or all three? Sometimes everyone in the class?
Heād particularly gotten very invested in a specific fic author whose username actually seemed rather murderous for someone who wrote such sweet fics. There was a link at the bottom of one of them, which had taken him to their blog, on which theyād given an age and pronouns. He/him. Huh.
Whoever this fic writer was, he wrote fluently and beautifully. (His authorās notes were witty too, if not a bit sweary.) Izuku found himself gripped as the author made him worry over his own charactersā relationships, their breakdowns, and their missions, and quickly enough, heād deemed him his favourite author. The irony of having such an aggressive name for a romance writer wore off when he discovered he wrote angst fics too. Right up his alley.
Then he came across The Fic. The fic that changed everything. It was another angst, but peppered in with some romance between the protagonist and his childhood bully turned rival turned friend. (Izuku wasnāt sure how to feel about that since he hadnāt written them with any romantic subtext, to his knowledge, but the author was so good, he had to read everything he had, including this story.)
And then, he reached the ending.
At the very end of the story, the rival and the protagonist were forced to work together in a battle against villains after having had several scenarios together where theyād reconciled their differences and ended up agreeing to be civil towards one another. In an effort to stop the protagonist, he lunged in front of him in an act of self-sacrifice, and let the villainās weapon claw through his chest instead.
Izuku started crying instantly, holding his phone in his shaking hand as he curled up against his headboard further in the darkness of his room. No, no. No no no no no! This couldnāt be happening! He didnāt exactly... āshipā the two, but after everything that had just happened, why? Why? Why did this death hurt so much?
And he was indescribably angry too. As he finished the story, the rival laying in the protagonistās arms, smiling and confessing his love at last, Izuku found himself sobbing even more and throwing his phone across the room.
He wasnāt having this.
He opened his laptop aggressively, searching the fic authorās blog again and going straight to his DMs on his secret account. Not only was the self-sacrifice so unbelievably unsatisfying, but the character he wrote, would never let himself go down that easy. He would never do that unless he knew for sure it was the very last resort. And if he were to die, he would never make a love confession his last words. He would express it through his actions, because Izuku had always, always written him like that. This story was just an entire injustice!
Send.
The reply came instantaneously. Apparently, the author was online, and... just as angry as he was. Izuku didnāt even have time to be nervous over the first time texting his ex-favourite author when he started reading the text.
āHAH? LOOK, ITāS MY FUCKING FANFIC AND MY INTERPRETATION OF THE CHARACTERS. AND DIDNāT YOU READ THE MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH TAG, DUMBASS? YOU SHOULDāVE SEEN IT COMINGā
āI know exactly what youāre trying to say, but what happened is just so inaccurate to the characters! Their personalities! How they wouldāve reacted!!!!!!ā
āYEAH? AND HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?ā
His fingers flew across the keyboard in a mad rush of irritation.
āBECAUSE I WAS THE ONE WHO MADE THEM UP!ā
...
Izukuās eyes widened.
Oh no.
Oh no oh no oh no.
Where was the āunsend messageā button?
ā...Deku?ā
Shit.
~
Index
Todorokiās hero suit hcs
Essentially, @nobodyw8s4evr and I talked about how ridiculous his hero suit actually is (both the half ice cyborg version pfffft and the current version) so we came up w some dumb hcs for their creation ;)
Donāt mind the ooc-ness ^^;
//no but like can you imagine the origin story of the first version??? wheeze
enji: [eyebrows furrowed in concern while looking at the bin in shoutoās room, overflowing with crumpled pieces of paper] shouto, why donāt you let me help you put your hero outfit togeth-?
shouto: -FUCK OFF, OLD MAN, ITāS FINE EVERYTHINGāS FINE [sobbing while sketching furiously, wiping his tears away with his arm]
shouto: [a few days later] done, finally [sends off the request to the costuming department, completely satisfied]
natsuo: [watches him pull out the suit from the box that came in the mail a week later] ...hey shou, do you accept constructive criticism?
shouto: [already pulling it on, freezing his entire left side and fixing a thick red lens over his left eye] no. no, i do not.
natsuo: [sighs] yeah, i figured that might be the case. well, it was worth a try.
[throws bakukami whump at you] a storm approaches...
okay but for real tho denki gets so depressed one night he goes out while itās pouring and walks aimlessly until he gets to the park. and he knows he shouldnāt do it. he shouldnāt. his quirk is already so delicate like this, with thunder in the distance and his hair already soaked, but he pulls out his phone anyway an hour later, trying to shield it from the downpour as he dials a number.
āthe fuck?ā a groggy, sleep-filled voice answers. āitās 1am, sparky.ā
ācan-,ā denki says shakily, tears mixing with the rain falling against his cheeks, ācan you come pick me up?ā
a pause.
ā...tell me where you are.ā
and in about ten minutes, katsukiās running into the park, just as drenched, panting as he looks around frantically, before finding the blond bent over himself on a bench, legs pulled up to his chest and quietly sobbing. his heart drops and he runs to him, freaking out.
but his mouth wonāt make the words he wants to say. what happened? why did you come out here? who do i have to murder?
and as he approaches denki, the other boy finally looks up, discharging electricity left and right, little sparks that fizzle out. katsuki goes to touch him, hold him, take him home, but-
ā-donāt!ā
he blinks, pulling away instantly and watching denki recoil from his touch.
ā...youāll get hurt.ā
@lovethewitchofendor
Hmm... alright. I think itāll be angsty, though, so you might regret asking. But then again, itās Dabi/Touya, what do we expect? :^) Iām thinking this up on the fly btw, so here I go
Touya is a little younger than Dabi. In the dimension he came from, he didnāt run away. He didnāt fake his death. He endured everything. Even when other dimension Dabi finally lost his patience, lashed out when he was younger at the pivotal moment that landed him the burns that Enji was oh so willing to give at the time, Touya stayed silent. He protected his younger siblings as best as he could, and he didnāt say anything against his father otherwise, up until that one fateful day several years later, when he finally cracked.
So did Enji.
So now the white bandages wind around his neck, all the way up to his chin. Because of the scarring/burns around the lower half of his face, he wears a black face mask, leaving it so only the top half of his face, which remains unscarred, is visible.
Heās paranoid, defensive, and since he manifested outside the Leagueās hideout in a parallel dimension only a few days after heād gotten the bandages on, his voice is still sore and achy. His selective mutism doesnāt help his case either. All he wants is to feel safe, to be loved and understood.
Dabi, whoās had to fend for himself for much longer, is very much willing to give him all of that.
Itās Dabi who finds him in the first place, curled up in a ball and passed out behind the dumpster, as if heād just been dropped out of the sky like a broken angel.
He recognises him instantly, eyes widening, and the man doesnāt show the slightest sign of waking up even as Dabi swears and bundles him into his arms, kicks the door down to the hideout and brings him in to settle him down on the couch. He doesnāt know whatās going on, but he canāt leave someone who looks almost exactly how he used to a few years ago laying outside without doing anything.
He inspects him, eyes roving over his familiar features, the mouth mask, the bandaged neck. Heād had to wear those himself when he was far younger, but these looked new. Almost like the pain heād had to experience all those years ago was far more recent to this stranger. But who was he?
His clothes are pristine, like he hadnāt even been there long, and though the stench of waste permeates the air, itās not the heavy kind thatās been festering in fabric for days nor weeks. It had barely even settled into his skin.
After what seems like hours of Dabi pacing nervously, waiting for the other members to come back and tell him what the fuck heās supposed to do, what sort of messed-up nightmare prank this is, the man finally groans in his sleep.
Dabi freezes in his steps, peering at the familiar stranger slowly rousing from the sofa. His eyes are still shut in pain, and he hisses quietly through the mask as a hand lifts to rub at his temple as if he had a hangover. But it canāt be, because Dabi smelled no alcohol on him, and in any case, drunken men are the least of his worries when the man looks almost exactly like his past self.
Then at last, the hissing stops. The masked man seems to feel the surface heās on, realising heās not where he was before. And then, his eyes snap open, hand coming down to grab at the side of the couch, at the arm of it. Not recognising anything, he stands up and turns, defenses set high and ready for attack.
Dabiās breath hitches.
And panicky blue eyes meet curious blue ones.
~
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If Deku had to choose a successor for OFA...
original post hereĀ --> which will give context on Izukuās successorās personality
Izuku - or Deku, rather - is the current no. 1 pro hero, teacher at UA, secret holder of One For All and Symbol of Hope. When he was proposed the title Symbol of Peace, like All Might had, heād calmly refused it, stating how heād prefer for that name to belong to him alone, as a sign of respect. So when proposed Symbol of Hope instead, heād accepted it with a bright smile and a promise to always live up to his new title.
Itās been a few years since, and now, heāsĀ Deku, current no. 1 pro hero, teacher at UA, secret holder of One For All, Symbol of Hope, and somehow...Ā mentor to a very temperamental teen, who also has One For All.
Oh boy.
Welcome, one and all, to the mess which is me goingĀ āholy shit what if IzukuāsĀ successor was a brat like Katsuki or Kouta???ā I mean, think about it. The boy can see the good in everyone, motivate anyone and spread kindness throughout the land. Which is why everyone who knows about him and All Might and Nana practically wants to shake him senseless bc āARE YOU CRAZY, MIDORIYAāĀ when he explains that he isnāt looking for someone like or himself norĀ Mirio (as amazing as he is) to inherit OFA. I donāt have a name for his successor,Ā but I still hc them as trans, specifically non-binary! So, yeah, they/them pronouns for the angry babe, please! Also, you can suggest me names if youād like - preferably Japanese ones that are pretty gender-neutral, with kanji that matches up to their angsty personality! Iām keeping the K for now, since theyāre based off Katsuki and Kouta.
Anyway, hereās a messy list of their interactions!
dekuās kiss debt - todobakudeku
unfinished little drabble i got?? katsukiās a brat who usually gets everything he wants, and after all these years, Izukuās still one of them. age gap ahead and i donāt know by how much, but heās 18 for the plot so whatever floats your boat! (story does starts off with backstory of him being smol but itās only for the first paragraph.) and quirkless!au bc i said so.
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Izukuās been Katsukiās babysitter for a long time now and at one point in middle school, he learns about kisses and asks Izuku for them. Izuku is shocked and horrified, but he also doesnāt want Katsuki to throw a tantrum, so he tells him if heās patient, heāll get them. Maybe. And to little Katsuki, thatās enough. Thing is, Izuku makes these promises all the time but hopes Katsuki will forget. Heāll distract him with something else, like talking about comics or heroes or something. And it seems to work. Katsuki still asks and Izuku still promises, but he never does anything, really.
Fast forward to 18 yo Katsuki standing in front of Izukuās house, shoving a spread from his younger selfās journal into the man whoās no longer his babysitterās face. The page is filled with several rows of lines struck out in fives, and the heading is āDekuās promisesā.
Izuku stands there in the doorway, looking a little taken back and speechless.
āK-Kacchan, wh-ā
ā-You owe me exactly 237 kisses, and you can start paying them back now.ā
Katsuki slips a hand into his pocket, eyes half-lidded as he glares down the taller man with an unreadable expression.
āIāve been patient for long enough.ā
As a writer, I only have two modes
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And thatās that on that.
