and I can't blame him
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Like father, like son by InTheNighttime
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
06 Nov 2022
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Eijirou has to get his hair done, and Izuku won't be back for a while. What's Shouto to do with the empty house?
Get off to porn in the living room, of course. If only he knew the feelings it would arise in him beforehand...
Or: Shouto wanks to porn on the living room TV because his husband is out, and his son ewn't be back for a long while. At least, that's what he thought.
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- Part 2 of Daddy Shouto
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Hearts need stories to make sense of themselves. Stories need heart to be more than dead words.
The newly-ascended God of the Heart and Soul cannot find his footing alone.Or
Thespius nearly drowns, Curtain Call panics, and Mother Mitternacht whips out a drop spindle.
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- Part 1 of Contributions to Proscenium Phantasm
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Five Things To Know About My Friend Zenitsu by Soapbubblesoul
Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)
07 Nov 2025
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If Zenitsu had to describe himself, one word would be enough.
Unremarkable.
Sadly, when Inosuke signs Zenitsu up as the friend in a "pitch a friend" matchmaking event, Zenitsu needs to come up with five good things to say about himself, or risk Inosuke pitching him as "a crybaby that can eat an entire cake in ten minutes. A big one, meant for six people."
As he tries to collect his best qualities, his mind wanders. It comes as little surprise to him that every memory he touches contains Tanjirou.
A tale told (mostly) in recollections.
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Louis laughed, the sound loud and borderline obnoxious. Harry winced. “Are you kidding, Haz? I wouldn’t even look twice at someone that couldn’t pick me up.”
And, well. That was new information to Harry. It’s not like Louis had ever mentioned to him that he was his type in any way, shape, or form. Harry shifted closer into the space between Louis’s legs, even more intrigued than before. “Why not?” he asked curiously, all pink lips and big curls. Louis smiled.
“Tiny, innocent, little Harold. Need someone that can pick me up, don’t I? I like being tossed around a little. You know, pinned down and made to take it. Lifted up like I’m nothing,” Louis said it all with a confident smile, his sharp little teeth tugging at his bottom lip as he locked eyes with the jock across the kitchen. “Think he might come over here. Move over. I don’t want him to think we’re together.”
Or, the one where Louis has a type and at sixteen and scrawy, it's definitely not his best friend's little brother Harry...ten years later, he changes his mind.