Do you know any fics where midoriya has a quirk?
Oh my dear sweet anon.You have no idea who you are asking. This my favorite genre of fics and I have read. So. Many. Here are some personal favorites! Thank you for the ask! <3<3 - Katie
A beacon in the dark by NohaIjiachi
“My thanks.” He says, smiling back. “What is your name, boy?”
“I’m Izuku! Izuku Midoriya, sir!” The boy replies, excited, looking up at him. And Toshinori looks into the unmoving washed out green, into milky white pupils visible behind the mess curly hair, and realizes.
The boy is blind.
The boy that he distinctly saw dodge a series of fairly quick attacks, light on his feet and clearly used to some kind of training, the boy that had thrown him the bottle at the perfect height and perfect speed, the boy that has easily collected his spilled groceries and orderly put them back into the little plastic bag—
The boy. Is blind.
//Injuries
Burn Your Wings by oWhiteKiwibird
Izuku inherited his parents’ quirks, but he swore he’d never use his fire.
He knows first hand how—bright, burning, scorching, painful, terrifying—destructive it is, after all, and Izuku promised (promised his crying mother, promised his burning self, promised the laughing memory of his father) that he’d become a hero who stops that kind of despair.
Even if he has to burn his own wings to do so.
But when someone with the exact same pain, problems, and fears shows up… Izuku can’t help but try to heal them. And in doing so, he himself may be healed too.
//Child abuse //Injuries
*Dramatic gasp* Bitch
poorly describe your favorite sanders side
:’)
Do this four times repeatedly and you’ll be out. But how does it work? There’s some real brain science behind it.
Prologues
every other page is a mirror (Ao3)
they shall have stars at elbow and foot (Ao3)
for the world’s more full of weeping (Ao3)
for who would inhabit this bleak world alone? (Ao3)
Main Storyline:
sings the tune without the words (Ao3)
what you choose to put in the ground (Part 1, Part 2) (Ao3)
confuse my tongue with your tombstone (Ao3)
i looked just like everyone else (Ao3)
and i watered it in fears (Ao3)
the mirror crack’d from side to side (Ao3)
what is a prayer to a flood? (Ao3)
trying to heal a burn victim by drowning them (Ao3)
hoping that the whole makes sense (Part 1, Part 2) (Ao3)
if each day a flower (Ao3)
might have cherished you more wisely (Ao3)
like my pulse beneath it (Ao3)
a field of burning lavender (Ao3)
a blade buried in wet soil (Ao3)
icarus would have just as soon drowned (Ao3)
even to the edge of doom (Ao3)
softer in it’s tragedy (Ao3)
of quiet birds in circled flight (Ao3)
Asks
Oneshots
Art
VibesTM
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