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Deku vs Bakugou round 3

Chapter Two: Victory

dragon king!bakugou katsuki x reader

Rating: Mature

Tags: violence, blood, dragons, its wartime babes so people might get booboos, romance, sexual tension, medieval politics, northern!reader, knight!midoriya

Summary: With the fury of winter on the precipice, and food provisions deathly short, you have no choice but to represent your House and speak with the Dragon King. The only problem is your Houses have been at odds for centuries, and the fearsome Dragon King is not exactly easy to convince... (GoT AU)

Chapter: 2/? (8,179 words)

AO3 Link

Chapter One

Some translations for this chapter: Musouka = "dreamer". Shi no Hikaru = *roughly* translates to "death's light" (I actually got a few things for this one, so if anyone notices a booboo, feel free to let me know lol)

Chapter Two: Victory (4.4k)

“If you’re not willing to fix the sins of your House, by either honor or duty, then you have no right to call yourself a man let alone a king.”

Katsuki watched you walk away, nothing but the sound of your footsteps echoing down the hall. Eyes wide, he willed his mouth to speak, commanded it to. But he couldn't come up with anything. 

All he could feel was this simmering sense of rage.

The doors creaked open slowly, and he saw the tiny dot of you walk through them, gone.

“The hell…?!” Katsuki finally choked out. He turned his anger towards Denki. “You said northern women were frigid!”

“That’s what I was told, Your Grace!” Kaminari squeaked back, holding up his hands in surrender.

Katsuki growled, slamming a fist against the armrest of his throne. Whatever he was told of the North, he had a sinking feeling that none of it was true. Katsuki was told that a northerner's face could've been made out of stone for how little they use it. How they did nothing but hide away in furs and watch snow fall, and melt, and then fall again. How their blood ran like ice, giving them all of the liveliness of a corpse.

All of those comments originated from his castellan.

The dunce face. Katsuki should've known it was horseshit.

Your eyes, full of heat as you preached about duty and honor…

Well, at least that part about northerners was true.

Katsuki launched himself out of his seat, still feeling the afterburn of your words. He placed his sword back in its sheath. It shined as he did so, the golden surface trapping light like a web, waiting for the time to kill. 

Katsuki started for his own exit. "Meeting. Now .”

That was all the King had to say for Lord Kaminari to break away, ordering the guards to track down the rest of the King’s councilmen.

“Your Grace!” 

Like he knew he was being summoned, Sero Hanta approached, giving a small bow. “How did the talk with the lady go?”

Katsuki growled as an answer, refusing to stop in favor of getting to the war room.

“I take it not well…” He heard the man mutter behind him, quickly following along with Denki.

People rushed to bow and curtsy as he passed by, but Katsuki paid them no mind, instead thinking about how he wished his Hand was there. Eijirou would’ve made a good barrier between you two. No doubt Shitty Hair's cheerfulness would've charmed you, and his collective knowledge of North would’ve impressed compared to the empty-headedness of Dunce Face. However, with you arriving earlier than expected, and shit raining down in the dragon caves, a switch had to be made last minute. Which reminded him…

“Any updates on the dragons yet?!” Katsuki barked behind him.

“Lord Kirishima was able to calm them down,” Lord Hanta informed him. “He should be on his way back now.”

“Good,” he grumbled.

Katsuki approached the war room, the two guards standing by immediately opening the doors for him.

The balcony on the opposite end greeted him. He felt his hair move with a nearby breeze as he listened to the clear ocean waves, the pull back of the water and the crash when it came back in, smashing into the deathly sharp rocks that cluttered the shoreline. The pungent smell of smoke carried through, its source coming from the dragon caves that lived just a bit beyond. Fresh sticks of incense were regularly lit around the castle to mask it, but Katsuki always found that, if anything, they just added to it. Sharp smoke intertwined with burnt caramel and fresh jasmine, creating its own brand of scent Katsuki secretly labeled as home .

He breathed it in, then exhaled, his shoulders relaxing with it.

He always felt more comfortable in the War Room than anywhere else in the castle.

Katsuki sat himself at the head of the table, unsheathing his sword once again so he could do so. Its glimmer returned tenfold now that it was surrounded by sunlight. Katsuki took a moment to admire it before setting it down, keeping a firm grasp on the handle the entire time, unwilling to let go of the very thing that saved his life over and over again. 

Sero and Denki quickly followed with their own respective seats, and Katsuki found himself lazily lounging with his feet up on the table, a show of impatience as he waited for the others.

Lord Tenya suddenly appeared, in such a swift manner that no one even heard the door open. "Your Grace! I must once again ask that you do not put your feet on the table! It is very unbecoming of a king-"

"Pipe down, Four Eyes, and sit your ass down."

Tenya immediately obeyed, yet he took the time to cross his arms as his own show of rebellion, annoyed at how once again, the King ignored his plea for decent manners.

Next came Shinsou Hitoshi, who slinked into the war room without a word, hearing nothing but the creak of the door, the latch catching with a small click. He carried this silence to his chair, sitting down before propping an elbow on the table, holding his head in his palm. 

Finally, Shinsou decided to speak. "So, I take it the meeting with Kokorishi didn't go well?"

Sero nodded. “That’s what I’m thinking-”

"It wasn’t that bad-" 

"Shut up," Katsuki growled. "Wait until everyone is here, dammit!"  

Every broken protocol he and his advisors made always reached back to court. People would use it as leverage, complaining about how little they knew of politics, of running the country.

Of him being king.

"Green, the lot of you! What do you know of being a king, huh boy?! You dream of bringing back the Age of Dragons, of ruling the skies, the sea, and every bit of land in between… An age of glory, yes, but an age well past… Why risk killing yourself over something already dead?"

Katsuki thought the whispers would cease once they won the war, and if not, surely once he was crowned. But the voices only grew, as if he and his friends didn't risk their lives for these, extras.

The very thought made Katsuki rage.

What do they know of victory?

The doors opened once more, interrupting his thoughts. Unlike other times, this entrance was loud and clear, Lady Mina coming in with a smile on her face.

“Finally!” Denki groaned, holding up an empty chalice. “I’ve been sitting with an empty cup forever, Minaaa…” He flipped it upside down for emphasis.

“You’ve been here for five minutes,” Sero told him.

“I know! I know! Hold on, will you!” Lady Mina waved them off, making haste towards the pitcher delicately placed on one of the side tables. She went to Katsuki first, dipping into a small curtsy. 

“Blasty,” she said with her head down.

Katsuki flinched at the old nickname, growling as his hand went to block his cup. “I’m King, dammit! Treat me as such!”

Lady Mina redid the curtsy. “King Blasty.”

Katsuki snarled before begrudgingly deciding it wasn’t worth the time. He removed his hand so that the lady could pour. Afterwards, she started making her way around the table. 

“I had to make sure our guest was settled in her room. Hence, my late arrival,” Mina explained, casting a look towards the King while Denki quietly urged her to fill his cup.

"Please, Mina. I think it's gonna be a long one…"

Katsuki didn’t react. He couldn’t care less if the northern lady was comfortable. She could either take what was given, or she could deal with it.

The door opened for a final time, this time in a polite and humble manner. Lord Eijirou Kirishima walked in, covered in soot from head to toe. He also reeked of dragon, the stench of fire and beast clinging to his armor. He bowed at the King, then greeted everyone else with a wave of his hand. “Sorry I’m late!”

“‘S fine,” Katsuki mumbled, nodding towards the open seat on his right. “Let’s just get started.”

Everyone settled as the meeting finally began.

To Katsuki’s left, Lord Shinsou Hitoshi, his Master of Whispers. Next to him, Lord Denki Kaminari, his Master of Coin. Then Lord Iida Tenya, his Master of Laws.

The empty seat across from the lord held an odd sort of chill, a ghost of a presence waiting to be filled. It was meant for the Master of War, but Katsuki insisted on taking that position himself, believing that a true king leads his army personally (and yet, the decision only led to another criticism from the old goats.)

Next to that cold spot, however, was Lord Sero Hanta, his Master of Ships. And then finally, Lord Eijirou Kirishima, the Hand of the King, dutifully on his right side while Lady Mina stood in the background, ready to fill cups and speak her mind whenever she deemed necessary.

Katsuki turned towards his Hand. “Did we figure out why the dragons snapped?”

Ei nodded. “It was Musouka. In fact, it was only Musouka.”

“Huh?” Katsuki asked. Musouka was a gentle spirit. Very rarely did they have problems with her. What caused her to act out?

Eijirou shrugged. “Don’t know. The dragon handlers said she was fine, then out of nowhere, rahh!” He mimicked a dragon breathing fire, causing a few snickers from Sero and Denki

Katsuki rolled his eyes, unamused. He won’t tell the group, but that secretly bothered him. He knew his dragons, and Musouka never acted out. The fact that she did so just when your ship docked…

“Anybody hurt?” Katsuki asked.

“Two handlers got burned. We escorted them to the maester, but they said it wasn’t too severe. They should be fine.”

“Good.” Katsuki nodded.

“So…” Sero drawled. “Are we going to talk about the North?”

Denki tried to defend. “The meeting went fine-”  

“It went crap,” Katsuki interrupted.

“It wasn’t that bad- ”

“She said I wasn’t a man!” Katsuki fumed, his free hand balling into a fist.

“She said if you didn’t help out the North, you wouldn’t be a man,” Denki pointed out.

“Same thing!”

“Huh." Eijiro scratched his chin thoughtfully. "The North is known for being very proud, Your Grace."

Shinsou nodded. “They also just lost their own war, so they're probably desperate.”

"Even more of a reason to throw them out,” Katsuki grumbled. “Why should I form an alliance with someone who loses?”

Lord Tenya spoke up, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Even with the North's recent loss, we cannot pretend that an alliance wouldn’t be helpful to your reign, Your Grace. If anything, simply because they oppose the West.”

Eijirou nodded vigorously with excitement. “If we can get them to support your claim as king, we might also be able to convince the East!”

“Why should I care what they think, huh?! I didn’t need their support during the war, and I don’t need it now!” Katsuki barked, pissed at the idea of needing help.

“Having their support would make the West less likely to rise up against you,” Shinsou told him.

Katsuki smirked dangerously, his grip on his sword tightening. “I’d like to see them try.”

“The objective is to avoid war, Blasty,” Lady Mina said, going around the table once again for refills. “An alliance with the North would promote peace.”

“Also, repairing one of the greatest political relationships in history?” Sero added. “That’ll be a very good look for you.”

"Plus, we could forge blackstone again!” Denki cheered. “With the North’s blacksmiths, and our dragon-taming skills, it’ll be a breeze.”

Katsuki growled, still not convinced. “How do we know their blacksmiths are still up to task? It’s been decades since they worked with blackstone.”

“Still better than us,” Sero mumbled into his cup, their poor attempt of a throne coming to mind.

“How do we know they’ll keep their word?” Katsuki went on.

“The North will, Your Grace,” His Hand assured them. “They are very honorable people.”

“Preaching it and being it isn’t the same,” Katsuki argued.

Shinsou sighed. “His Grace makes a fair point. Even if we had the North’s word, we would need more than that, and something binding if we want it to last...”

A strong gust of wind passed through, and the smokey-sweet smell of the room breezed along with it. The sound of the waves returned once more, accompanied by the screeching of seagulls, and if one listened closely, the faint roar of a dragon…

And then Ei, holding his chin in deep thought, asked tentatively,  “The lady spoke in place of her brother… right?”

Katsuki felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, a feeling that only occurred to him in battle.

Where was this going…

Shinsou nodded. “Her elder brother is making his journey back north. The path involves him crossing through the mudlands which, I’ve been told, is tedious.”

“Soo…” Eijirou cautiously drawled. “She’s eligible?”

Everybody caught on, especially the King.

“No,” he refused.

“Your Grace-”

“No.”

“But-”

“I said no, dammit!” Katsuki yelled with finality.

“Your Grace…” Lady Mina began, serious, if she was actually using his title. “You promised. After the war, you would think about heirs.”

“Heirs. Not marriage,” he seethed.

“You really want the Age of Dragons to continue without your bloodline?” Sero questioned.

“I’m still young, dammit. I’m not going anywhere,” Katsuki told them.

“Still, you never know what the gods have planned, Your Grace,” Denki warned. “You could be riding on Katsuko one day and then all of the sudden-” he whistled, mimicking the sound of him falling through the air before collapsing into the earth.

That just made Katsuki scowl. He’s been riding dragons since he was a child. He wasn’t going to fall off.

“We also can’t ignore that your insistence on commanding the army yourself leaves you in a vulnerable position every time we go to war, Your Grace,” said Tenya.

Katsuki’s scowl deepened. He was always in a vulnerable position during wartime. He was the King.

“I was able to talk to her for a bit!” Lady Mina chimed in. “She seems smart, strong, and she’s pretty -”

Katsuki grunted, doubtful. The lady showed up looking as if she came on dragonback herself, hair wild from the wind, green in the face, wearing that ridiculous northern attire…

“Plus, it was the Kokorishi family that made your sword! Eh?” Ei nudged him encouragingly, and Katsuki felt the grip on his sword tighten once more, knuckles becoming white as the metal dug into his palm

Eijirou went on, oblivious of Katsuki's annoyance. "Shi no Hikaru, one of the most famous blades ever . Melted with dragon fire, crafted by the Great Blacksmith himself-”

“Don’t lecture me about my sword,” Katsuki mumbled, standing up to leave. 

That was the final straw.

Everyone stood up with him before he shouted over his shoulder, commanding them not to follow. “I’m going to the training grounds!”

He really needed to slash something.

*****

It was just his luck that when he got there, so was the Deku, pathetically swinging his little toothpick sword on a practice dummy.

Everyone immediately bowed towards the King. Everyone but him. He paid no mind to Katsuki at all, obliviously continuing his training.

“OI! HAVEN’T YOU MET A KING BEFORE?” Katsuki shouted, causing the boy to stumble and drop his sword.

Deku whipped around, frantically bending at the knee once his eyes met the King. “Your Grace! I didn’t see you-”

“And I see you’re still worthless,” said Katsuki, descending the steps so that they could meet on ground level.

Deku stood tall. “I’m a knight now-”

Katsuki barked out a laugh. “And you’re an insult to all of ‘em. Why the old man of the North knighted you, I will never understand.” He grabbed onto the shrimp’s shirt, hoisting him into the air. “And naming you sworn protector on top of that. Old fool must've not cared for his daughter…”

He felt a tap on his shoulder.

Katsuki looked over and found you, glaring at him with intense anger.

“Let my knight go,” you seethed.

Katsuki smirked, humored by your nerve. Of course, he wasn’t actually going to do anything. You were a guest after all. 

But you certainly didn’t need to know that.

He took the time the glance over you, noting your change of attire. No longer did you wear the heavy northern gear, but a light cotton shirt and breeches, like a man. Your hair was roughly braided back, away from your face.

You were, what? On your way to the stables?

Either way, Katsuki saw an opportunity in your presence. He could settle this deal his way.

“Tell ya’ what, Lady." He let Deku go, allowing him to collapse on the ground. "We settle this through combat.” 

Katsuki pointed his chin towards Deku. "Me against him, and if you win, I’ll supply the North for winter-"

"And if I lose?" you interrupted skeptically. "You're just going to let my people starve?"

"'Course not. I'll still do it." Katsuki grumbled, but then he smiled, looking ferociously smug as he set the hook. "But you have to forge blackstone for the South for ten years, and the North has to swear fealty to me ."

You hesitated, nervously biting your lip. You looked around the grounds, eyeing all of the men who stopped to hear the King’s challenge. "You make this vow, in front of all of your men as well as mine?"

Katsuki’s smile grew, taking pleasure in saying, "'Course I do. I'm a man of honor, afterall..."

You continued to bite your lip, looking up at the sky, down at the ground, anywhere but him. Katsuki knew he had you then…

Your lord brother would disown you if the North bent the knee to yet another king. And with your recent loss in battle, the North's dignity was hanging by a thread. Yet if you refuse, what good would that be for your people? 

You’ll also be a hypocrite , Katsuki noted. For what good is it to insult his manhood, when you won’t even let your own knight fight?

You should submit and accept the shame. Katsuki would win. No use dooming your House in the process-

"Fine. On one condition."

"Eh?” Katsuki leaned back, surprised by your decision. “And what's that?"

You crossed your arms, your own sly grin smearing across your face. "You fight me instead."

Murmurs could be heard throughout the grounds. Armor creaked as fellow knights turned towards one another, buzzing the air as a result of your words.

“M’lady-” Deku scrambled to get up.

“Hah!” Katsuki barked. “You’re on.”

And so you both turned around and walked to your respective corners. As Katsuki took off his cape, he peeked over his shoulder to see Deku quietly urging you not to fight, to let him do it.

“Please, m’lady! It’s my duty…”

But you must’ve ignored him, because when Katsuki turned back around and walked towards the center, you did as well, your sword the same size as your knight’s. 

Katsuki smirked again. This was going to be easy…

And it was just in that moment, when you were both in position, feet ready as you held up your swords, his blinding and yours too small, that he saw the small pendant that laid upon your chest, its snow-white color and curvaceous shape somehow catching his eye. A white fox.

Your House’s sigil.

Katsuki ignored it and took the first swing. You evaded it, and so he tried again, hoping you would keep evading long enough so that he could back you into a corner. 

And you did. You would step, twist, and duck through any move he made. You kept backing up, and he kept pushing forward. He nearly had you pressed up against the wall when he blinked and, suddenly, you were gone. Katsuki felt his feet fall out from under him, and before he knew it, he was on the ground. Before he could kick back up, your boot was on his chest, and you were pointing your little toothpick at the King, as if it was supposed to scare him.

"Best two out of three?" You smiled down at him.

Katsuki let out a sound of rage, standing up, and you backed towards the center as they prepared for the next round.

A fox. He should've known you would act like one...

They started again, this time your sword tinked against his blows, and every time you would circle around him, causing him to keep turning himself around to attack you. After a while of the dance, Katsuki had enough. With a yell, he swung angrily behind him, successfully predicting your next move and hitting your sword right out of your hand.

You cried in pain, holding your wrist, while Katsuki just stared down at the stick on the ground.

"Huh. Surprised I didn't break it," he bragged, rolling his shoulders back.

You sneered up at him, still clutching your wrist. 

Katsuki pointed it out. "Looks sprained. Guess you can't use your sword anymore."

You scoffed before picking up your sword with your other hand. "I'm fine." 

You held it up. "Let's go."

Katsuki smiled, satisfied that you were giving it your all instead of fighting like a wimp, like how some people try to do when they're up against the King. 

He held up his own sword once again, ready to win.

Surprisingly, you made the first move this time, moving just as fast as you did before, your strikes carrying the same energy as when you were using your dominant hand. And Katsuki would never admit it, but the switched sides threw him off a bit. He had to adapt to where you were going to strike, but he soon picked up the pattern and did it with ease. He was able to knock away your sword again. Once you were weaponless, he grabbed you by the shirt, holding his sword up against your neck and, victory...

Yet as he lightly pressed his blade against your neck, he felt a small prick against his.

Without moving, he looked down, finding a small blade in your sprained hand.

He looked back up. You were smiling, wild and crazed, eyes shining bright with the reflection of his blade and your own joy that you got one over him.

"A draw," you beamed breathlessly, and Katsuki could feel the heat of your body, the sweat beading down your temples and hairline, traveling down your jaw, your neck, your chest. And right in front of him as clear as day, that little fox pendant, mocking him.

"What do we do now?" you ask.

Katsuki wordlessly let you go, thinking. It wasn't long for your knight to scurry up to you, frantically asking, "Are you alright, m'lady? How's your wrist? We should wrap it, get some ice-"

"I'm fine, ser," you brushed him off, still waiting for the King to answer. When he still didn't give one, you shrugged impatiently. "So?"

Katsuki returned his sword back into his sheath, still holding the handle. "The South will help provide the North for winter. We'll send shipments directly to Kokorishi, and you can distribute to the other Houses of the North however you see fit." He pierced you with a glare. "But everyone should get something. If I find you cheating your people, the deal's off."

"Of course! We would never do that," you objected.

Katsuki shrugged. "So people say. But the truth is, Lady, I don't know you and you don't know me. I'm sure you've heard plenty horror stories about the South…"

You looked down at the ground, your knight still fretting over your wrist, somehow coming up with strips of cloth so he could wrap it…

Your silence was confirmation that he was right.

Katsuki continued. "In return, the North will help us forge blackstone once winter is over, along with the return of any food crates that haven't been used."

"And for how long will you expect our services?" you asked.

"Just for the season, unless your lord brother wants to extend it. I'll discuss that with him once he reaches your homeland."

You nodded, satisfied with the arrangement. "Fine. On behalf of the North, House Kokorishi accepts the terms."

Deku finished wrapping your wrist, and you took the opportunity to step forward, offering your good hand to the King.

Katsuki stared at it for the moment, catching the coarseness of the palm and knuckles, a result of your swordplay. And Katsuki could practically hear Lady Mina teasing him now.

Not exactly the hand of a traditional lady, is it?

Katsuki released his hold on his sword and accepted your hand, his own completely covering yours with ease, and for a brief moment, you looked faint.

You shimmied your hand out of his grasp quickly. You cleared your throat, "Good. I expect a contract to be written up?"

The King nodded, still looking down at you, wondering why you acted that way. "My Master of Laws will work on it. He'll deliver it to you once it's done."

You nodded again, and to his surprise, you gave a slight bow to him. "Thank you, Dragon King. The North is grateful for your aid."

And maybe it was out of curiosity or a sense of goodwill, but Katsuki asked if you were going to leave.

You looked up at him, confused. "Is our business not done?"

Katsuki huffed. "If we're gonna forge blackstone again, I want the North to know exactly what we do. Your people may be the only ones able to craft it, but my people are the only ones who can get it ."

He took a step towards you, commanding you to, "Stay."

You looked uncertain, so Katsuki explained it to you. "We do it right this time. Both sides learn about the other's work. Both sides respect the other's work. We reform our relationship, and in return, our alliance."

You nodded, understanding. "Fine, Dragon King. I can do that. But how long do you expect me to stay?"

Well, if his advisors had it their way, forever. But Katsuki wouldn't dare seal his fate that quickly.

"As long as we both see fit," he told you instead. "In the meantime, your status as guest remains. You can roam, visit the city if you wish. Might even learn a thing or two…"

Everyone stood at attention when the King began to leave, even, to his surprise, Deku.

But not you. You just stood there, staring back at him curiously.

And perhaps it was how you carried yourself in front of him, how you held your own in combat, or your obvious passion for your people, your undying need to defend them…

But it made Katsuki think about it.

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he might be the love of my life

okay sooooo while procrastinating on my responsibilities i decided to make a giant list of the bkg/reader fics i've read (so far) on ao3. here's a link to the tumblr fic rec list i made a while ago too lol. please keep in mind that not all of these works are sfw!! i will label the nsfw-containing ones ofc but, as always, be cautious!

note: these are all LONG FICS. as in i sorted the bkg/reader tag on ao3 by word count and kept going until i hit works with abt 5k words. i might continue to add onto this list as i read more LOL idk

be still, just for me by WitchofWriting. this is THE bkg isekai fic tht i'm sure everyone has read lol. contains nsfw. there's also tedium in blue (mermaid bkg). i think that was one of the first bkg fics ive ever read and it will always be special to me LOL

of snowscapes & explosions by sugarbun. tbh i haven't finished this yet but from what i did read it's good!! canon compliant

other by Deadite. also haven't finished this one yet but it's a kind of coraline au!! interesting stuff tbh

enouement by LadysDaze. i read this fic a looooong time ago so i can't rmb much but it was p interesting! it's a choose your own ending type fic. there's also memento mori (fantasy fic w good worldbuilding tbh), entangle, expecting the unexpected (pregnancy/family fic), star-crossed (fantasy), blood bond (vampire bkg) and its sequel blood union tht i haven't read yet sdjfdfkg

misery business by siegmunde. OHHHMYYGODDD this fic. i was obsessed with it omg. i cannot even explain how insane it made me. has nsfw at end

cruel world by lydiasgrace. idt i finished this one but i do like villain reader LOL

like ghosts in snow by Jupiters_Witch. genuinely i think this fic ruined me /pos. vampire au & does contain nsfw things!! mind the tags

surrender (whenever you're ready) by OfMermaids (hi merms!!). THIS FIC. CHANGED MY LIFE!!! literally anything by merms is sososo good. i want to eat them all whole. on loop in my head 24/7!! contains nsfw btw. there's also the widening sky (mermaid bkg tht made me sad for days) and on my way (to you).

white curtains by arsonphobic. tbh i havent finished this one too but its got an older (by a yr) reader whom i liked! canon compliant i think

our love at sunset by LittleSponge. horizon zero dawn au. very well done imo. ending made me cry LOL (in a good way). contains nsfw

uncharted by NyxRedfoxWinchester. reader's quirk in this is soooo fucking cool to me. i read it a while ago so i dont rmb a lot but like i rmb the quirk and bkg LMFAO.

zigzags by hokshi. i can't rmb this fic all too well either but ik i liked it LOL. contains nsfw!!

newsflash, asshole (i kinda love you) by YukiRiikus_Reading_Room. fake dating au!! idt it contains nsfw but it has some steamy parts

i melt with you by art_deco_deity. i am so sad this fic hasn't been updated in a hot min bc its genuinely got fantastic bkg characterization!!!

garden of lungs by 0weCrew. ive read so many hanahaki aus that they've blurred together but this was v good!

exiles by BookWormOnAString. i'm currently reading this one actually! fantasy au with dragon kiri!!

how're your hands? by Spazztastic. another fic i read a long time ago. it's canon compliant i blv but i rly liked the reader tbh

body switch up by Fandomness_randommess. a body swap au if the title wasn't obvious enough LOL. it was interesting reading how both reader and bkg dealt with their predicament here pfft

husband for hire by btp. also currently reading this!! stardew au! there's also boîte de pandore. v good shit

gemini syndrome by opal_vortex. LMAOOOO this was such a fun read ngl. masked singer au!! will contain nsfw

mistletoe by WhenSarahSmiles. this is a UA christmas/new year's booklet that is sooooo well done tbh. i love bkg in it. super cute

and you take me the way i am by willowser (hi will!!). pro hero bkg in this >>>>> he is so AHHHH!! makes me insane. very well written!! contains slight nsfw.

bar tool by thunderhead. LMAO this is like a bar and band au combined?? i loooveeee bkg in this and his interactions with reader pfft. contains nsfw

sugar scorched by restwellsoon. culinary au!! bkg is like gordan ramset ngl LMAOO its rly cute imo and very detailed wrt the cooking things from what i rmb. idt it has nsfw

war paint by andypantsx3. i love how andie writes bkg tbh. he makes me wanna beat him up. there's also statistically significant, and cover shot (through the heart). all of them contain nsfw!!

learning your love language by hokshi. the author has the tag 'when ur love language is getting punched in the face' on this fic and honestly? LMAOOO so true for bkg. contains nsfw!!

oil paintings and late night jam sessions by insanityrunsinthe_family. this was also one of the first bkg fics i've ever read and it is so so so good. it's college au bkg and i looovee every part of it.

the phoenix by orphan_account. i'm so sad this fic was dropped but its plot is genuinely so interesting to me. it's more aizawa/reader tho tbh.

sleeping in the garden by Petrichorium (hi loriii<3). i will ALWAYS plug this fic. single dad bkg au!! sososo fcking good, trust. will contain nsfw

jealousy, jealousy by lytters. i think i rbed this on tumblr already but its such a fun read tbh LOL.

fathoms below by 32Q27. i'd started reading this and didn't get to finish bc life. mermaid au!!

a fractured flame by Magicow12. fantasy au!! very entertaining from what i rmb! contains nsfw

breath of a dragon by free_deku. i rec'd this before but im doing it again bc it's that good omg. fantasy & reincarnation au. contains nsfw!!

bakugô wants a ride. by Bragi. LMAO contrary to the title i dont think it has nsfw pfft. mechanic reader tht bkg's crushin on!!

turning page by rhydonium. THIS IS ALSO SOO GOOD omg i almost forgot abt it. god bkg!!!! i literally cannot describe how good it is.

katsuki is sitting on the couch in the living room, holding his new little baby in his arms, and you notice that he's just been staring at him for the longest time. adjusts his little hat so his head doesn't get cold, pulls his small hands away from his face so he doesn't scratch himself.

and they're both quiet for a while, aside from the occasional squirmy baby noise, but katsuki eventually speaks up to ask—

"why's he lookin' at me like that?"

not only is the question itself funny, but the way it's voiced — tone deep and gruff, almost affronted — pulls a true laugh from you, has you shaking your head as you come around the couch to stand beside him.

and sure enough — your new little bean is frowning. even his little hairless browline is furrowed, hard.

you laugh again, sharp enough that your son wiggles in katsuki's arms. "because you're looking at him like that."

katsuki tch's, before turning to give you his son's exact same expression. "no 'm not. this is just my face."

"well, maybe that's just his face."

his frown deepens, hilariously enough. "ain't his face with you." and then he looks back down at him, like he's checking to see if he's still being glared at. he is. "looks like he's pissed."

"maybe he is."

you don't bother to correct him, to inform that your son does, in fact, give you a stink face every now and again — just like his father — and instead you watch katsuki lean down close to him, until their noses are nearly touching. watch the way little fingers squeeze around katsuki's thumb.

"the hell do you have to be pissed about, huh?" katsuki asks, voice quiet and low and small, enough for the boy in his arms. "far as i'm concerned, you're livin' the life."

you only laugh, smile while running a hand through katsuki's hair.

you'd say you are, too.