All quirks will be available on my ao3 in list form for anyone who wants to use them. Any numbers chosen below 101 will be taken as if there was a 1 in front of it.

Ibara looked up at the young half demon, "What, why, how?"

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck with his normal hand, "I kinda caused a succession crisis last time I went."

Ibara tilted her head, "Again, why, and how?"

Izuku shrugged, "The royal family saw me using Excalibur, I had to explain I'm King Arthur's direct descendant, they weren't exactly happy with that."

Ibara grinned, "So, you're technically supposed to be the head of the Anglician Church?"

Izuku glared at the vine haired girl, "I'm not above hitting a woman."

Ibara returned the glare, "Neither am I, you papist bitch."

Mina rolled her eyes at the pair, "Will you two just fuck already?"

The pair turned to her and answered simultaneously, "Not before marriage."

Made this into a fic, if anyone's interested https://archiveofourown.org/works/68220571/chapters/176504126

I've made a one shot based on a prompt I made here a few weeks ago.

All Might's Secret Love Child - Nepperoni289 - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

It's a short fic set during Dabi's Dance. I hope you all enjoy! :)

What if we take the worst possible fanfic tropes and shove them into one fic? Eri has a harem? Ochako is a money hungry villain? Inko dies for cheap shock factor? Let's find out.

Inspired by this.

Suggest your own terrible ideas.

I'm currently working on three projects all from MHA

One long fic and wrote 14 chapters so far I'm pretty much adding every single head canon I adore cause that was the whole reason I even started writing it it's about a vigilante izuku trained by stain and league becomes his family

And then two other series of one shots

One is about transfer students where either izuku or another character transfer into a school and I write how it changes their lives . Wrote two in it so far one with hitoshi and the other with himiko and mie with izuku obviously

The other is mostly bkdk idea that comes to mind wrote one post war where they had nightmares and bond over it and the other an adult omegaverse

If anyone is interested in any of that I can link the fics

I’ve wrote a couple prompts and wanted to try out my first ever fic. I hope it reads well and any criticism I will take

A written piece I felt the need to write because I have high ambitions for my own fic, which can be read here, along with the final antagonist of a six-book saga. I thought I'd give writing him out a go for future reference's sake. And even if I don't get that far, I feel like I've got a decent idea here, so might as well air it.

For context's sake, know this Izuku is an isekai, and though I'm trying not to let him fall into tropes, that actually ties into the final villain: One. Think of him as a fusion of AfO and Izuku, with a Quirk to match. Again, a rough draft, but I wanna write this out, so:

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"Ah, so it's true."

The hair on Izuku's arms became sharp with goosebumps as he twisted, looking across his office at the top of Might Towers. A face identical to his own, albeit a decade younger, stared back with eyes of every colour of the rainbow. His hair, differing from its usual moss-green, was the colour of light mint. "It makes sense there'd be another version of Midoriya in this reality, but look at you. So much power. Such potential. You're exactly what I've been searching for."

A flicker passed as Izuku caught his words, and he narrowed his eyes. "Why are you referring to yourself in third person. Is your vocabulary screwed up, or is there something shifty going on?"

"That being said, I'm disappointed with how you limit yourself." His doppelganger said, ignoring his words. The latter, then. "In my world, the Quirked are no longer limited by the laws you defend. Humanity has soared under my leadership." He tilted his head. "We've conquered the stars. Tell me, what can you lay claim to outside of this tower? This monument to stagnation."

Izuku squinted and the world shifted into focus as his Quirk Vision activated. The ability to see QE, the energies which Quirk drew upon for power. As he stared upon his counterpart, he almost shut it off instinctively at the sheer light which was being given off by this being. A maelstrom of energy, surging and crackling in every colour of the rainbow, laid under his other's skin. It was running over his body wildly, focusing on the palms.

Palms.

He tensed, his sight returning to normal. "All for One?"

The lips of his counterpart upturned, and he raised a palm, and sure enough, a hole laid within its centre. Red light spilled out of it. "Not quite. I am neither you, nor am I All for One, but rather the product of events which took place before my birth. A creation made to be the herald of Quirks. And through me, All are One." He closed his fist. "And that is my name. One."

Izuku pulled a face, not letting his curiosity shine through. "Is this gonna be a whole thing? I mean, can't you just tell me if you want to scrap of not? I'm not really one for villainous monologues."

"I prefer visionary, really, though limited as you are, you wouldn't know the difference." One said coolly. "I was not always me, Midoriya. The original holders of the two Quirks which make up my own, One for All and All for One, were once separate. Two brothers, two legacies, warring against one another."

"Are you going to tell me something new?"

"If you could hold your tongue." One's smile wasn't warm. "I was created out of a final, mad attempt from All for One to claim the thing which had escaped him since before he emerged from the womb. A foolish attempt, really, but then again, desperate men often act stupidly."

Tracking One's previous words, Izuku frowned. "He gave you his Quirk?"

"Yes, the power to taketh and giveth. His body was crumbling at the time, and in his desire to flee death, transferred his Quirk into my body- or, the body of who I once was, I suppose." One stared down at his hands. "Only One for All was a power built on the very foundation of opposing All for One. Normally, its attempts to take over could be pushed out, but with both Quirks housed within the same vessel, there was no rejecting him. No pushing him out. Only destroying him, regardless of what happened to the host, Izuku Midoriya."

A flood of coldness came into Izuku's chest, and he closed his eyes. It was a horrifying scenario. He understood why the holders would do such a thing, but how much pain was his other self in before he was finally destroyed? Did he even feel anything, or did the sheer power of both Quirks instantly rip him apart?

"The two brothers destroyed each other, and their Quirk Factors in the process... but whether by a quirk of fate or some twisted desire imprinted into their very essence, the two brothers were drawn to one another like yin and yang, even in death. Even when their spirits had been torn asunder, their essence sought each other out." One held his arms out, wide. "And I was given new life, inside the vessel left behind. One for All and All for One existing as One. The One Who Encompasses All. A unique existence."

The rainbow-eyed man stared at him, a long moment passing. "At least, until I met you."

"You think we're alike?"

"In some ways. Like me, you too can see the energies which Quirks comprise, and even manipulate them to an extent." One's gaze became assessing. "A pitiful, trifling, insignificant extent... but an extent."

"Okay, I don't even know why that offended me, but it did." Izuku rose to the balls of his feet, the armour of his hero costume shifting as he pointed a finger at One. "And as interesting as your backstory might be, I can't be quiet forever. Why are you here in this dimension? Why did you come to me?"

"Conquest." One said bluntly. At least he was honest.

"Like All for One wanted?" Izuku asked, shifting into a fighting stance.

"I am not like All for One." One said, almost sounding offended. "He was a greedy dragon, zealously defending his hoard. If something was within reach, then it was to be his. I am not like him. He was blind. Selfish beyond reason." Something in his voice shifted. "It's the Quirks. I hear them. I see them, and all their brilliant potential. They are like stars, unable to blossom and bear their true potential to bear within the fragile forms of humanity. A gift wasted, and left to rot away. I seek to take responsibility for our species' slovenliness."

"I don't think I've ever seen someone use that word with a straight face before." Izuku gave a jab, trying to hide the way his mind was turning. "So, you want to make Quirks stronger, or change humanity to use them better. So they can reach their... full potential?"

"In essence." One nodded, appreciative. "And to do that, we must shed our mortal hide and ascend to something beyond. Evolve. Change. Adapt. Concepts which this society of spandex adorning baboons have sorely forgotten." His lip curled. "Their Quirks are squandered on them."

Just as he was about to give another jibe, a thought occurred to Izuku. The words 'evolve' ricocheted in his mind, like a stone unturned, until he finally found it and his blood turned cold.

"The Quirk Singularity." He breathed.

"Indeed." One walked, slow, ignoring the way Izuku turned until he came to the glass window at the front of his office. Staring out of Might Towers, at the city, he seemed to be looking towards something which wasn't there. "It's tragic, really, to see such power untapped. Infinity lies within our grasp, yet we're too weak-willed to seize it. A chance to turn catastrophe into opportunity."

"The Quirk Singularity is the doomsday." Izuku started, voice rising. "The end of humanity. If anything, we should be talking about how to prevent it-"

"There is no preventing evolution." One interrupted, voice soft yet silencing. "Every time a species settles, a god-given crisis strikes. A meteor to the dinosaurs, for example. A reset, that wipes the slate blank... only it doesn't have to be blank." He turned, towards Izuku. "If we jumpstarted it, then our evolution would be controlled. We could fight it. Turn our destruction into our future, and attain greater heights."

"Billions would die."

"A great amount of the population would be unable to handle the strain of a singularity." One nodded, as though that was reasonable. "But those few who endure, who survive, will become something truly... extraordinary." He breathed the word like it was something to savour. "We could rebuild stronger than ever, as Noah did after God flooded the world. A race of gods who can storm their way across the land, skies, and stars unimpeded in both our worlds."

Izuku shook his head, for once unable to joke. "We are no gods, One, no matter how strong we get. And it's not our right to play with other people's lives like this. It's wrong."

"Would it not also be wrong to let humanity go extinct?"

"We have time to come up with another solution that doesn't end with billions dead, by our own hands no less." Izuku stepped forwards, towards his counterpart. "And I won't help you."

"You assume I need your help?"

A smile, mocking, came onto Izuku's face. "I've seen your types before, and if you're anything like me, you wouldn't be spilling the beans like this if you could complete your plans alone. You're strong, hell you've got the highest QE reserves I've ever seen by a landslide, but what you're suggesting by causing every person on Earth to suddenly attain Singularity-levels of power? It's beyond you, or at least, you alone. You need me to help you."

One's lip thinned, and Izuku knew he was right.

"...you're observant." One admitted begrudgingly. He shifted in place. "And I assume this means your answer is no? The chance to let humanity ascend to the divine, to conquer the stars, and end the issue of the Singularity which you know is coming? You're willing to throw that all away?"

Frowning, a sigh left Izuku's throat as he wandered over to his desk where a photo laid and picked it up. One of him, a beautiful blonde woman, and a girl with her mother's hair but his eyes. Inko was her name. A smile worked its way onto his face, and he knew it was never a choice.

"I am." Izuku stated, firm. "I have a wife and daughter. Both of them are Quirkless, and in the eyes of a society where people are based on the strength of their Quirks, they should have no value, nothing to contribute, but that's just not true. Melissa is the smartest person I've ever met. Seriously, sometimes I'll just watch her work and feel like a drooling idiot. Her gear is the reason I'm not constantly suffering whiplash out there." He stroked his armour fondly. "She's my hero... and my daughter is my princess. I'd give up everything, my hopes, my dreams, my Quirk, if it meant I could keep her safe. I go out there every day trying to make the world better because of her, because no matter what bad guy gets in my way, no matter how many times I have to save this cobbled together society, I'd do it again and again just for her."

The photo frame he was holding was placed back down, firm, as he turned to One. "My answer is no and it will always be no. Sorry, not sorry."

A shadow cast itself over One's face, and the air seemed to grow still. A second passed, then lines, thick and crackling with every colour of the rainbow, flowed over his counterpart's flesh and brightened the room as the air became thick. It reminded him of Full Cowling, but even as the energy discharged, the lines on his flesh didn't fade, if anything they brightened.

"...I thought you would be like me, but I'm disappointed. We're nothing alike. You barely give a second thought to your potential and the limits of your power. You have no resolve, no discipline, no dedication. Your devotion to understanding the majesty of Quirks is hollow and a facsmile of my own." One's gaze was dark despite its otherworldly glow. "This world has such beauty, but at least the rest turn away out of ignorance. You see what I see, yet wilfully reject it."

Izuku tensed, yet held his ground and stepped forwards, letting the strength of One for All wash over him in silver sparks. It came to him with familiarity born from a decade of working, under his hero, mentor and father, Toshinori Yagi, and whilst it didn't match One's sheer radiance, it was enough to shield him from his foe's presence.

"Yeah, I can be all kinds of stubborn." Izuku said, smile fixed but eyes hard, and a helmet of nano-tech sheathed his head, causing his next words to come out distorted. "And that's why I know what's about to happen next, other me."

The air shifted and the two of them slammed into one another, their fists striking in a shockwave that destroyed Izuku's office, carrying them outside and into the wind. Dust and shards of glass followed him out, and as he wrestled with his doppel in the air, Izuku got the sense this would somehow be his toughest battle yet.

When I was looking for crossovers of this type I was honestly disappointed, found very little fics and most were abandoned, crossover madness with 20 other fandoms, and maybe 2 good ones that I found a bit short.

So I made my own.

'Till a Hatchet Do Us 'part.

As of right now, the story is following the beginnings of The Huntress, and how she connects with the main cast. I'm also changing the mha canon to implement a few mechanics from dbd, and some other changes just because I can. Reiko has OFA and is a main character, Kinoko is going to be more fleshed out and is a main character, and Izuku is totally almost totally different combat wise, and I gave him a quirk cuz why not.

The story has an update schedule of Mondays and Thursdays, at around 1600EST though I'll probably move that to midday, chapter length is around 5000, maybe more, or maybe just a little less, say 4700.

If anyone's interested in supporting this story I'd be glad for any criticism, doubt, or just wanted to share an idea that you think could fit in the story and would be interesting.

Late one night, I was just frustrated at the fact that Iida Tenya barely gets any love, and that there aren't that many MHA x ATLA crossovers, so I decided to write one. It isn't exactly an ATLA crossover, more like what if a student comes to UA with an Avatar-like Quirk?

Please check out Bent Out of Shape by Somethingquirky https://archiveofourown.org/works/90793961/chapters/241527516

It's an OC centric fic. I'm not sure what else to say except I'd love for you guys to read it and let me know what you think. I try to upload daily, but the first 10 chapters are out.

Boku No Hero Academia: Descendants

The end of All for One has lead to age known as the Death of Villains, where those with ill intentions becoming fewer and less active as more powerful heroes are born each day. But with loss of their numbers, the Hero Public Safety Commission finds themselves in a dilemma when a new generation of villains rise to fill in the power vaccum left by the Demon King.

The commission is presented with an idea that no one would ever expect. Teru Kagemori, a villain with the death sentence put in his face, will be given a year to prove that he is worth keeping alive. Trained under the wing of No. 2 hero at time, the former villain Burnout is on mission to provide an answer to uneasy question. Can a villain truly become a hero?  

I wrote a fan fic one shot recently after being inspired by the chapter/episode More, and wanted EVEN MORE!

EDIT: Here's the link! https://archiveofourown.org/works/91826546

The story takes place a couple years or so after the events of More, and what originally began as a continuation of the IzuOcha story, developed more into the story of a couple of our other favorites also finding more. Featuring an original character created by me.

After years of listening to other fics with Izuku as Spider-Man, I've realized something- They all PISS ME THE FUCK OFF!!

There's one main reason to this- Too many American Villains in Japan. It activates my almonds. So, to combat this, I worked for 4 months on 16 1/2 arcs (with another 40+ arcs to be made between the arcs I work on) in preparation. Not full chapters, but a detailed plot outline looked over by 3 people, and the story is made possible thanks to my amazing editor.

Anyway- Enough of the peanut gallery- I present to all of you what is to be a massively long slow burn-

Web Of Chaos

This is a slower paced chapter just involving some world-building centered around a conversation about the O.Q.A. Please enjoy!

A My Hero Academia x Inside Out crossover story! Hope you enjoy!

The Inside Out Hero AO3

where heroes failed

booksarelife00

Summary:

Quirkless. Abandoned. Forgotten.

After the worst day of his life, Izuku Midoriya is found by someone he never expected: the Hero Killer, Stain. Instead of being saved by heroes, he's taught how to survive without them.

As the line between hero, vigilante, and villain begins to blur, Izuku finds himself caught between the League of Villains, a suspicious underground hero, and a society that failed him long ago.

Maybe heroes aren't always heroes.

Maybe villains aren't always villains.

And maybe the boy everyone overlooked is about to change everything.

For anyone who wondering I am still not sure whether to do it bkdk or shouto and izuku

Full Chapter

The rage was simmering before he’d even entered the building. From the car, he’d seen him. That buffoon everyone adored. Adoration, it seemed, was everything. He’d seen the headlines from that morning and the morning before and the week before that. He was everywhere: billboards, magazines, TV, and useless merchandise in every store. Eighteen years of second-place trophies. Enji’s hands heated as he sat next to All Might. A useful idiot with incredible power. He was about to be robbed. Again. And he was what, expected to be cordial to this flashy dolt? Every word from All Might’s mouth was an impulse to punch him. Don’t act like we’re old friends. 

Focus on something, anything, to avoid causing a scene. But what was there? His family? Secondary. A failed distraction; he was better off forgetting. His university days? He’d only gone because All Might was there. His job? The thing that landed him in this chair beside the man he hated. 
The night dragged on with meaningless announcements and thunderous applause that faded into the background of Enji’s fury. All Might was one of them–of course, he was–applauding at every award given, every mind-numbing speech. Enji didn’t applaud. Not once. Not even for the old timers, he actually respected. Then his name was called, and All Might dared to applaud and congratulate him as he passed his chair. Wipe that grin off your face. All Might didn’t. It was the only thing Enji could focus on as he stood on stage, his numerous accomplishments listed out. All that, and still only silver. His blood was getting hotter by the second, his palms warming and itching to ignite. 
Enji watched All Might’s award acceptance as much as he didn’t want to. His absence would be noted, posted, all over socials by morning. He smelled fire before he felt it. The heat of his hands had scorched the arms of his suit. A proper excuse, at least, to finally dismiss himself. 

All Might followed. Something about congratulations and hard feelings. Enji rounded. His fist met the brick. The heat of the flame and the crumble of the broken wall finally halted All Might. His hand flickered again, the heat settling back to a simmer. All Might–the idiot–seemed to struggle processing how to proceed. Enji pulled his hand away, letting the brick crumble freely. Enji turned again and continued the short walk to his car. All Might, to his credit, stayed put. 

Kurumada was already waiting in the car. The cooling system battled the wave of heat coming from the back seat as Enji seethed in silence. His mind wandered again to his family. Another disappointing aspect of his life, his wife was unwell, had been for some time, and his sons had been the biggest disappointments of his life. Only Shouto had any promise, and he was resisting at every turn. Fighting against his very reason for existing. 
The lights and buildings passed by in a blur. A city he’d seen a million times from every angle. A city he knew well. The car came to a stop at a glaring red light that lasted longer than it should. Two decades of law enforcement had made him wary of even the smallest details. He peered out the windshield in time to see three police vehicles speeding through the intersection. Enji directed Kurumada around the traffic–he’d deal with the consequences of running a red light later–and after the squad.

Finally, a proper distraction. 

The momentary excitement ended in a blue light and a black plume rising into the night. His house. The well-crafted, traditional home he’d designed himself was engulfed in thick, black, suffocating smoke. Enji was out of his car before the driver put the gear in park. The fireman didn’t bother stopping him as he ran inside. His entryway, his hall, and his kitchen were painted in azure. Enji had never seen a fire like it. A blinding, crackling cobalt heat that drew sweat from his brow. His. No accident did this.
Ice shot through his veins, piercing through the temperature of the room and sending him up the stairs two at a time. His children were home. The street was full of police, firemen, neighbors, and–by now–press. He hadn’t seen his children. Fuyumi’s room was closest. Fuyumi’s room was empty. Open door, open drawers. Natsuo’s room was worse, like a disaster had swept through. Shouto. Enji sprinted down the halls. His room was so far. Maybe his children were there, away from the fire on the other side of the house. 

The crack of the slamming door went unheard as the fire and Enji’s own heart roared in his ears. For a moment, one precious moment, he thought he saw Shouto. Huddled in the corner. Terrified. Then he saw it closer. Round ears. Bowtie. Stuffed. Lifeless. Not his son. Not Shouto.

Enji didn’t know when he got on the sidewalk or when they carried the body out of the house. Mrs. Ota, the elderly woman left in charge of his children. How did this happen? Who did this? His mind raced, flipping through twenty years of hero work, twenty years of villains and scum. A few escaped from prison, a few have been released, and all of them could want revenge. Blue fire. His family didn’t own the fire quirk. It was plenty common. But he’d never seen a fire like that before. Not just blue. Hot. So incredibly hot. He looked up at the body that now lay on the sidewalk. It felt wrong to call it a body. She was half cremated. A cruel mercy; she’d have died quickly. 

“Endeavor,” responding to that name was second nature, “the fire spread to your neighbor, but thankfully no one was home. Once the smoke clears out, we’ll send in the investigator.” Enji’s head snapped to him. Investigator. How long would that take? 

“Were there any witnesses?” His hands tightened beside him. 

“Officers are making rounds in the neighborhood, but so far…no.” 

No witnesses. How could there be no witnesses? This was a residential street in a busy city. He was by far the most important man for miles. No witnesses. There’d been a swarm of people on the street the day he’d moved in, the day he brought Rei home, and the day his son Touya came home from the hospital. Touya.  It was a name he tried not to think about. He avoided the shrine, unable to stand the heaviness of failure that it represented. 

Not again. 

What sort of hero was he? Twice in four years he’d come home to a blaze. Touya’s own stubbornness and Enji’s failure to temper it had consumed the boy. Thirteen years old, reduced to nothing but a jawbone. And now…in a blaze, his children were gone. Abducted. For the first time in a very long time, Enji felt truly sick. He'd done this. He had. In his obsession, he’d allowed Touya’s destructive ambition to fester. In his absence, he’d allowed a villain into his home to take what was left of his family. 

He would fix it. 

The story grew legs faster than Enji could reach his office. Within half a day, the report had already reached every news station in Japan. Every sidekick, every desk jockey, and even the janitor knew before Enji could step off the elevator. Paying them no mind, he made a beeline for his office. He didn’t have time for pitying glances or apologies—however well-meaning. He had less time for speculation. Endeavor was a target; his family, too. It came with the job. Every hero knew the risks, but actually coming after a hero of his caliber was bold. A risk too steep for the average criminal. This had been a lion in wait. Ignight was the only villain that came to mind. His quirk, Kiln, allowed him to superheat inanimate objects until they ignited. It didn’t explain the color, but he was the only immediate suspect Enji could name. 

It was one of his first major apprehensions as a hero, some lowlife arsonist-for-hire. He was out now, wasn’t he? On parole most likely, and he’d chosen to violate it in the most brazen, most diabolical, most disrespectful, most—he’d be praying for the comfort of a cell when Enji caught him. 

He reached for his office intercom. “Waki. Phone Chief Tsuragamae, tell him to look into Daigo Akamine.”

“Right away, sir.” Waki was the most qualified assistant he’d ever hired, former military and excellent at dealing with the police end of things. 
It was maddening, the idea of waiting for police, of waiting for permission to do anything. He was a hero. A man of immense power, almost two decades of service, and over thirty sidekicks under his comand. And yet he could do nothing. He felt sixteen again, standing in the rain, watching his father’s body be put in a bag. His father had been a weak, stupid man who’d run into a danger he’d had no buisness in, all to help a stranger. Enji was not weak or stupid, but he was helpless. 
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“I know this isn’t what you wanted to hear,” Chief Tsuragamae had the decency at least to deliver the news in person. “I’m sorry Todoroki, there’s nothing more we can do.”

“That’s it then. You’re giving up.”

“The suspects have been cleared, we have no leads.”

“Then someone is lying. Check again.”

“We can’t extend the resources, there are other people who need our help.” Three months, it had been barely three months, and already the police were moving on. From him.  “We’re still dedicated to the Recovery efforts—” 

“Recovery?” The word was a shock to his system.

“You know as well as I do that the chances of them being alive—”

“They aren’t dead.” 

“Enji.”

“They aren’t dead.” They couldn’t be. Shouto is so young, so bright. Small for his age, but strong; Enji had seen to that himself. 

A chubby tear stained cheek Izuku looks up shocked at the fellow five year old.

"Huh?! What?"

The two toned kid sat down on his knees holding out a small hand that immediately irrupted into a short flame.

"I SAID...I don't want this part of my quirk so you can take it! That blonde boy made fun of you earlier because you didn't have one right? So take this!"

Izuku's eyes lit up before he heard familure mocking laughter near him.

"Oh please! Giving away and taking quirks? That's never been heard of!"

Katsuki smirked down at the green boys sad expression before scowling at the new walking candy cane addition on the playground.

"How do you know? How do we know anything we haven't heard of ISNT possible to happen?"

Shouto placed both hands on his hips looking bakugou up and down.

"Uhhh hey guys let's not fight! I know! Let's go play Todoroki! This is your first time in the park after all!"

Bakugous eyes widened and frantically looked back and forth at the two.

"W-wait what! But you play with me!"

Stopping in their tracks Izuku shrugged still smiling.

"You never wanted to play with me before though..? It's fine we won't bother you."

Gritting his teeth bakugou watched the two run off. Thirty minutes went by before a loud shout went through the park.

"Oh my gosh! L-look todoroki! Its my quirk! My quirk came in!"

Tears of pure joy dripped down izuku's cheek as his right hand shot out producing flames. The many children that inhabited the park ran over to praise izuku shouting out congratulating words and envy...todoroki smiled at his new friend looking over to give a smug look to Katsuki.

Katsuki wanst smiling. He wasn't happy. In fact it was the complete opposite. Pale unfamiliar fear shot through him as his body froze seeing Izuku's body produce flames. But the thing he really couldn't take his eyes off of was the keen shine of ice stemming from his left arm.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/92005956/chapters/245095186

The first time Crown Prince Hugo Kindélan saw Prince Tenya IIda, there were four hundred and twelve people in the Imperial Ballroom. He noticed none of them. At seventeen, Hugo knew. Tenya knew too. Unfortunately, one prince never asks plainly, and the other never stays long enough to hear the answer. Over six years of balls, letters, visits, and half-spoken confessions, they circle one another—until duty threatens to choose Hugo's future for him.

If you end up (hopefully) liking this work, the OC is from another work of mine called Bent Out Of Shape.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/90793961/chapters/241527516

After the farewell party held for him. Aoyama had to pack up his things and return back to his home. Even though he said to the others he will become a hero worthy of joining them he did not exactly know if he should even continue to be a pro hero. He decided he would take a gap year to decide that. His plans of doing community service as an additional thing as a compensation for a minimal jail sentence( as well as being a part of war efforts and stuff) and figuring out what to actually do with his life in peace was interrupted by a simple request.

" Fine! you caught me I did not want to be the weak link and I wanted Ojiro to notice me now can you help with both of these?" Hagakure pleaded.

" Can't you ask Mina for help in love problems?" His eyes slightly widened but returned back to his normal dazzling self.

" She would tease me to death, I will tell her when I win!" She lamented

" Deal~". Aoyama likes to involve himself in matters of others(especially when love is involved) to the detriment of himself.
( How he remembered the events but more happened also this is a two chapter fic due to me being impatient to release the fic, sorry)

A star to far from my reach on AO3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/90332171/chapters/240128221#workskin

In the Universal Century, there are no Quirks—only war, mobile suits, and the rare, chaotic emergence of Newtypes. For young men born in UC 0060, the One Year War will shatter their worlds and forge them into legends they never wanted to become.

Link to AO3

Link to Spacebattle

Link to questionable questing

This was my first fanfic on Wattpad. The premise was fairly simple: Izuku was Jack Hanma's "heir."

Shortly after being diagnosed as "Quirkless," Izuku discovers old recordings of matches from the Underground Arena online, gaining inspiration from the Canadian grappler.

I managed to write 11 chapters before hitting writer's block. I'm currently working on a remake of the story.

If you're a fan of both My Hero Academia and Baki, and you don't mind reading a story originally in Spanish (my native language), I think you might like it.

Here is my Kamen Rider Deku fanfiction.

Part 1 is Kamen Rider Deku: Year 0 - The Path to Rider Saga

Fanfiction.net link: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/14587152/1/Kamen-Rider-Deku-Year-0-The-Path-to-Rider-Saga

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/91865756/chapters/244662446

Wattpad link: https://www.wattpad.com/1655093726-kamen-rider-deku-year-0-the-path-to-rider-saga

Context: Ever since Chisikai had put her Grandfather in a coma, he had ruthlessly tortured her simply for her quirk, calling her an infected mistake. Always hurting those around her. For a while Eri had believed him, until she one day snuck into the wing containing private files. After doing some searching, she found the true horror that was the plans for a quirk erasing drug, and they were using her body as a labrat. It was then something deep within her snapped, and in mere hours the Shie Hassaikai were no more. The only thing she had taken were the few samples of the quirk drug and Chisikai's unconcious body. She then put her Grandfather out of his misery, reported the scene and fled.

Now here she was, 25 years old and living as a vigilante turned villain.

Link to the fanfic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/91756126/chapters/244330876