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Hatsume's Inadvertent Seduction of a Human 3D Printer by JajaLala
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
11 Jul 2020
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Hatsume desperately needs a specific part for her newest baby, but she can't seem to get it through normal channels. When she hears that Yaoyorozu might be willing to make things with her quirk for her friends, she gets the bright idea to become friends with her and eventually get the part she needs!
...Yaoyorozu does not interpret Hatsume's behavior as platonic.
“I-” Yaoyorozu coughed, face getting redder, “I’ve never received such a- a bold confession before.”
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i love when autistic girls <333
i love when lesbians 🥺
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Meanwhile, Iida returned to his seat with a glare to Mei. “You didn’t take advantage of Momo while I was gone, did you?”
Mei laughed at the thought, while Yaoyorozu responded with a prim tone, “Of course not. She was a perfect gentleman.” She frowned. “Gentlewoman?”
Iida responded with an appropriate gender-neutral term: “Fiend.”
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Mei decided that Yaoyorozu’s eating face was adorable. She grabbed another two granola bars out of other pants pockets. “Here, have these as well.”
Yaoyorozu coughed. “Hatsume! I’m not going to starve!”
“Still,” Mei insisted, dropping the bars on Yaoyorozu’s lap, “You can’t neglect your body! Technically you can get away with changing the oil in your car once a year, but you should really do it every six months at least depending on how much you drive!”
“Am I the car in this metaphor?”
“And this food is the oil! Take care of yourself!”
Yaoyorozu was finished with the first bar, so she started to peel the second. “…If you insist.”
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It took a moment, but there was a wrench in her hand. She began to tighten the bolt when she realized that wasn’t her wrench. It was absurdly shiny and clean, like it had just come out of the box. She stopped, turning to Yaoyorozu. “…Where did you get this?”
“I made it,” Yaoyorozu told her.
With a shrug. As though she hadn’t just bent the universe to her will to bless Mei’s life. She felt herself choke up. “I will treasure it forever like it’s one of my own babies.”
Yaoyorozu’s eyes widened, “That’s not necessary! It’s just a wrench!”
Mei cradled the wrench, feeling the weight and heft of it. She stroked it, admiring the craftsmanship. “It’s a work of art borne from your literal flesh and blood. You gave up part of your body for my sake, so I will treasure it forever.”
“That’s quite alright,” Yaoyorozu insisted.
Mei marveled over the wrench for awhile longer before Yaoyorozu convinced her to let it go for now.
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Mei couldn’t believe what she was hearing, Yaoyorozu acting like this was no big deal. She pressed one hand against Yaoyorozu’s exposed stomach, where the television had appeared from. “Your body may give you the opportunity to do all of this…” She put her other hand against Yaoyorozu’s cheek, stroking the skull that contained her genius brain, “…But it’s only so powerful because you’ve put in the work to understand so many things. You’re incredible.”
Yaoyorozu’s eyes darted around Mei’s face, and it seemed like she stopped breathing despite her mouth being open. Mei watched a minute movement of her throat, a hard swallow as her gaze settled onto Mei’s eyes.
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Yaoyorozu had her hair down, a rare treat that Mei mentally tried to memorize. It made her seem a little softer than usual, a little more vulnerable. Mei also noted she was wearing the jacket she gave her, even though she wasn’t in the workshop. The knowledge that Yaoyorozu was wearing her old jacket casually, while hanging out around the dorms, made Mei’s heart swell in a way she didn’t fully understand.
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Aoyama, a boy who harassed Midoriya with cheese for weeks in order to express his fondness/solidarity/friendship and scared him to death: "I am an expert in communication and romance."
Hatsume, a girl who basically lives in a lab and 99% of the time would rather work on her babies than interact with another human being: "Whoa this dude who peppers random french into his convos is DEFINITELY the pro to ask about a delicate emotional matter.". . .
i've read this fic at least three separate times. i think about it and i love revisiting it <3
2025, October 13. 15:07 (3:07 PM)
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how he live forever but ain't got time for his kids? by virxil
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
04 Jun 2024
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“At the time it made the most sense that All Might was your father. But now, given your multiple quirks—”
“I just-it’s still just one quirk! My quirk is just weird!” Izuku protested weakly. No one seemed to acknowledge it.
“—given your multiple quirks, in combination to your relationship with All Might,” Todoroki continued, monotone, mercilessly objective, as Kaminari watched on in increasingly wide-eyed delight, “it makes more sense for his enemy from Kamino to be your father. The one with a lot of quirks.”
Todoroki posits a new theory on Izuku's parentage. It's all in good fun, until it isn't. Then it's the custody battle of the century.
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Todoroki stood up ramrod straight from his seat. In a terrible echo of his actions from just a handful of days ago, he raised both pointer fingers in the air and gazed between them intensely. Gaze intent, he gestured pointlessly with both fingers.
“In respect of my friend’s privacy,” he said, which was a truly horrifying way for him to begin a sentence, “I will not say what’s on my mind.”
His gaze darted and drilled into Izuku’s own from across the room. From his position sprawled on the floor, Izuku thought about reaching out with Blackwhip and breaking his dear friend’s fingers. Lovingly.
Todoroki cleared his throat, as though there was any need to garner the class’s attention when the room was already in a stupified silence. “All I will say is this. Midoriya”—again, Todoroki brought both pointer fingers together and then apart, like his fingers were connected by a taut string—”I connected them.”
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To his own consternation, the media had already assigned him a shortened moniker: the Bastard of Kamino .
The downside of keeping his real villain name a hushed whisper amongst the underworld for generations. Hm. He would have to release a damned statement.
After he finished killing Yagi twice , because apparently the media had come up with the name after asking All Might about whom exactly he had defeated at Kamino, and the idiot, sweaty and anxious, had responded, “What, that bastard?”
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It was June 2011, and Emma Barnes was the queen bee of her high school...
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kambunga • 4y ago
In nemesis People don’t really know how powerful she is but there’s a bunch of omakes about people finding out
Jahoan • 4y ago
The PRT's reaction to Joke Villains is "Don't give them a reason to cut loose. We will be made to regret it."
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i feel like I've almost read this, like. a while bunch of times. anyway; yeah. that description is enough to push me over the edge into reading it.
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so, canon powers with a breaker form/chapter power? is that what we're building up to?
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I looked down and saw an ant there, one that had crawled up from the dirt. And with a thought, with a push of my power, it joined into me, vanishing into my skin. And my jaw dropped open. I flexed my power and felt everything – the spiders in the trees, the butterflies in the flowers, the ants in the dirt. I twisted them with my power, and they all turned into bees. Another flex, and they turned back.
Of course! Cauldron's headquarters were kept antiseptically clean. There were no bugs anywhere, none except for me. Which is why I didn't know. Why I didn't see it.
I thought all I could do was turn myself into a swarm or a giant bug. Which was all right, as powers go. Not hugely powerful, if I was limited to just my body size.
But I wasn't. I could take 𝘢𝘯𝘺 bugs, and I could turn them all into 𝘮𝘦. Shift them and change them like they were part of my own body. I had no size limitation whatsoever – I could become swarms of locusts out of the Bible, big enough to destroy cities. I could be a legion of giant insects, a real army. I could even be a swarm of mes, if I wanted.
Could I breed more bugs? Make myself even bigger? I bet I could. What kind of bugs would be easiest to breed, anyway? I'd have to do more research. But I could start my training now. Wild insects swarmed in the woods, clustering together. It was time to test my 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 powers, free from Cauldron's prying eyes. As helpful as they'd been, they did have to report everything they knew about my powers to my sponsor. But they had no idea about this.
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holy shitttt
..so, uh. thinker 3(?), breaker/changer... 4+(?), stranger 3+, mover 1+, Master 6. at least.
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A lot of cape humor was physical – they still talked, sure, but a lot went into their body language, expressions, gestures, and so on. I couldn't see any of that the way another person would. But maybe if I made myself another body...
My insects clustered together and formed into another human body that dropped onto the dead leaves. It looked exactly like me – I could change all my insects within their species' ranges of natural variation, but I couldn't look like different human beings, just myself...
I shrieked, covering myself with my hands, as I finally realized that my new body was stark naked.
Both of my bodies blushed. I tried to cover myself in butterflies, but that didn't help at 𝘢𝘭𝘭, and besides, it tickled... I'd changed into my costume out here, hadn't I? Where were my normal clothes?
My body dove for them, putting them on in record time. I was decent again, thank goodness.
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oh my gods. she's terrifying. let's just, uh. bump those ratings up a couple points; yeah?
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My second try was a bumblebee. And suddenly everything worked.
It looked perfect. Of course it looked perfect – I should have tried it sooner. A big fuzzy bumblebee only got bigger, fuzzier, and bumblier when I scaled it up, and that was 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 what I wanted. I watched as it zoomed through the air, ungainly and oversized, struggling to turn and navigate. I would have to get rid of the stinger – that thing was way too big to be used on anything but Brutes, look how huge it was! – but, other than that, this was wonderful.
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delightful.
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Then I looked into the mirror, and transformed.
I couldn't change human bodies the way I could my bugs. I could make any kind of bug I wanted – any individual of any species, within their natural range of variations. For humans, it was different. I could only become one individual: Taylor Hebert, my human self. But I 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 change her, within her range of natural variation. I could change her weight, her physique, her hair, her skin, even her age. So I made my skin smooth, let a healthy tan replace my usual pallor. I hadn't shaved my legs in ages, but that didn't matter – the hair receded and went away. Then my hair – my long, beautiful hair – vanished in a puff of butterflies.
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take another bump to that stranger rating, Taylor.
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good gods, the trigger monologue in "nightmare scenario 2" 😭
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Omake: A Worthy Opponent is adorable. oh my gosh. my favorite.
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i finished reading all 400k-ish words of apocrypha. worth it.
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I'm rereading this
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Death Daggers by Clouds (myheadinthecoudsnotcomingdown)
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
08 Jan 2023
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There are certain heroes who the commission allows, and even encourages, to kill their targets. When they get their licenses, this is indicated by a seemingly innocuous arrow typed after their names, playfully known as Death Daggers by those who have them, and almost completely unknown by those who don't.
Shouta Aizawa has a death dagger on his license on account of it only being logical to have all options available to him if he needs them, so he knows what someone has to do to get that mark.
So could someone please explain to him why four of his students, who don't even have their heroes licenses yet, already have a license to kill?WARNING: This gets very dark, very fast.
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“No problem.” Ochako smiled. “So what’s up with the trash can?”
There was a flash of panic in his eyes, but Tenya didn’t answer. Izuku gave him an odd look and peeked underneath the lid. Izuku’s expression instantly switched from curious to carefully blank, “Tenya. I thought we agreed that it was a one time thing.”
“I know.” Tenya answered quietly. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
Shouto looked between the two of them, “Wait, what’s in the trash can?”
“Training materials.” Izuku answered quickly. “Come on. This isn’t the best place for this particular, um, exercise.”
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“Wait, can you even use both sides at the same time?” Tenya asked. “I’m afraid I’m not sure how exactly your quirk works.”
“I’ve never done it before.” Shouto said. “I don’t use my fire side if I can help it.”
“Why not?” Ochako frowned. “It seems like it’s been pretty useful so far.”
“I was the result of a quirk marriage.” Shouto answered simply. “Nothing good has come of my fire side so far with the exception of covering up murders.”
“I don’t know, that’s still pretty useful.” Izuku hummed as Shouto started creating the ice dome. “Plus I can think of tons of other uses. It’ll be perfect for combat against villains, or for helping hypothermia villains if you manage to get enough control over it!”
Shouto shrugged, “I think I prefer using it to burn bodies. At least I know my father wouldn’t approve of that.”
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this fic is fucking hilarious and i love it
i love this fic so so so so so much
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AfO’s Guide To A Peaceful Retirement by ScottishSunshine
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
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“Come on, let’s have some juice,” Hisashi suggests. Lying on ice-covered grass is only fun for a short period of time; he’s really looking forward to discretely using one of his heat-based Quirks to warm himself up. He resists the urge to sigh as he sees Shoto inch behind Izuku, and instead smiles at the trio as he gets to his feet. “That was some pretty impressive teamwork, you lot.”
“Thanks, papa!” Izuku beams. Then he grabs Shoto’s hand and drags him over to the two women, Tenya following close behind.
“You were pretty impressive yourself,” Iida remarks as Hisashi joins them. “I swear, you sounded so much like an actual villain, I got chills!”
Hisashi laughs awkwardly. “Well, I get a lot of practice. Izuku loves playing heroes!”
“Papa’s a great villain!” Izuku pipes up, and Hisashi quickly takes a swig to stop from bursting into laughter.
“Where’s you come up with that name?” Rei asks, and suddenly Hisashi wishes he had a better imagination. “Alt Fourteen…”
“Alt Forty One!” Izuku corrects her. (Thank heavens for Izuku – Hisashi will buy him that limited edition All Might poster, he swears.) “He’s an evil robot, and he wants to take over the world! But his big weakness are hugs, so if you hug him, his battery drains! Like a phone!”
Hisashi finds some solace in the knowledge that neither of the snickering women are aware of his true identity. (Still, if he ever comes out of retirement, he might want to level Tokyo, just to be safe. Reputation is vital to a competent villain, after all.)
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Kurogiri never imagined in his youth that he would one day rub elbows with proheroes. Frankly, he wishes he could go back to the times of his blissful ignorance; it is rather… depressing to know just how ridiculous proheroes can be. (Especially after several of the people he looked up to as a child got arrested. He still thinks fondly of Kisame, even if the man was an ecoterrorist.)
And of course, first and foremost on the list of heroes that Kurogiri will never be able to be afraid of, ever again, is Ingenium.
“You want me to what?” he asks, as he finishes peeling another potato.
“I need you to go on a date for me,” Tensei repeats.
No, it doesn’t make any more sense the second time around.
“Why me?”
“Cause Yamada’s insane, Aizawa hung up on me, and Midoriya is terrifying,” Tensei sighs. “You’re the only person I could think of! And Mandalay is really nice, and she apparently likes older men!”
Well, Kurogiri can hardly disagree with the first and third sentiments. And Aizawa sounds like a rational human that Kurogiri feels like he can relate to. (Maybe he would be interested in getting together to lament the utter insanity that surrounds them both?) But he has no idea what exactly possessed the young pro. “Why do you think I want to go on a date?”
“Please,” Tensei begs. “I promised Ryuko I’d find Mandalay a date!”
Kurogiri has helped raise Izuku for years. He has faced the most effective puppy-dog eyes in the world, and come out victorious on more than one occasion. (His eighty-three percent success rate positively dwarfs Midoriya’s measly twenty-nine, and Kurogiri takes great pride in it.)
Tensei’s are barely noticeable in comparison.
“I only get four days off a month,” he points out. “Why would I spend that time on a date with someone I never met before?”
“I’ll foot the bill,” Tensei begs. “And… You can pick where you go! Anywhere in Tokyo! I’ll pull some strings and make sure you get a reservation!”
Anywhere?
The idea of a meal he has not cooked himself is appealing, especially one served in an environment that does not cater primarily to schoolchildren. Especially a free meal. And he could do with some mature conversation.
And he never has to meet her again.
“Alright,” he sighs. “I’ll text you the restaurant.”
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making my way d̶o̶w̶n̶t̶o̶w̶n̶ though the series; it's really good! i like it lot!