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aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 2 years

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👻 Ghost!IzukuxReader

A groan slipped from between your lips as you surveyed the remaining stuff in the seemingly endless army of boxes you were surrounded by. How had you accumulated so much stuff? “I think I’ve earned a break from all this. Only one problem: where do I sit?” You drug a hand across your face to wipe it clean of the sweat and sputtered slightly when unfamiliar scents tickled your nose. Nothing you owned, perfume or candle, smelled quite like this but it wasn’t unpleasant. What you swore to be a pair of hands lightly brushed against your arms in an encouraging way for you to take a step and with a huff you quite literally fell into a mass of folded quilts and pillows that you’d yet to air out from the move. Dust should have instantly fallen over you but it didn’t. As if someone had ensured the place you fell into had been cleaned ahead of time to save your poor sinuses more abuse. Instead your tired body snuggled farther into the mosh of fabrics with heavily drooping eyes until they slid closed. Hours later you woke refreshed and ready to tackle the next set of tasks with the lingering pine you chalked up to the solution you’d been using following as you worked. Maybe you’d been working yourself too hard but a part of you was becoming skeptical and suspicious that something else was afoot.

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The odd instance had honestly slipped from your mind but a few days later it came back when you’d discovered several items that weren’t your own nor belonged with the recently renovated residence; older CDs, a few shirts of bands no longer producing music, even a few small leftover snack boxes that had expiration dates back nearly a ten years ago. Strange how those things hadn’t been removed with the rest of the left behind belongings you’d seen in the outside trash bins. Almost as if these were trophies of some kind since they had been arranged carefully within a locked cabinet you’d nearly destroyed trying to get into. One item in particular, a heavily stained shirt that had an unrecognizable character possibly from a comic book, drew your attention again and again. There was a photo that you nearly missed that had been tucked away within its folds that showed a small group of college age men who were draping arms around the neck of a forest haired individual. Your breath stalled when finding his emerald gemstone gaze fixated upon something no one could see out of the picture’s frame. Every time you happened past a reflective surface like a window or mirror there was always a flash of similar green to what was in the photo. Was it possible? A soft hum slipped up your throat when refocusing upon the freckled man. Though he and everyone else wore workout wear it was clear that he in particular had worked his body rigorously, if the honed muscles and scarred skin were anything to go by, and that curly hair atop of his head made your fingertips itch with the want to comb it. Maybe having a hot ghost around wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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“Damnit, c’mon, work for me here.” Through your lips came a hiss as the telltale sting within your lower back flared. The water hasn’t run once and the growing mountain of laundry was getting too big to ignore. Not only that but you needed desperately needed a shower. “Maybe I should’ve just hired a plumber to come out and look at this mess instead of trying to figure it out myself—ah!” If it wasn’t your yelp that rang through the air it was the sound of your toolbox clattering to the floor yet you never impacted the cool basement floor thanks to a pair of hands that had steadied your central balance before tumbling off the ladder you’d been using to check the pipes. Your gaze wandered around the dark room. There was no mistaking it this time. “Whoever is here show yourself before I call the cops!” Anger threatened to rise if not for the now familiar scent of sandalwood and allspice filled your senses courtesy of a breeze that tickled your face, the same sensation that followed the hands when they touched your arms earlier. Now it was time for skepticism to take root but there was one sure way to debunk any suspicion. With a breath you allowed gravity to take you backwards towards the concrete floor that would surely cause a bruise or worse…and a pair of hands instantly placed you back safety upon the ladder. Maybe one more test was in order but right now you needed water.

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This ladder, a bit higher than the previous one, was placed beneath the entryway’s chandelier so that you could dust it. A trusty Swiffer wand in hand you set yourself to the task with a Bluetooth speaker playing a favorite song of yours. It was impossible for you not to sway or attempt to dance to the beat and that was exactly what you were aiming for when the soft hint of allspice wafted past. Some would call you stupid, others may refer to you as just plain ridiculous, however you had to know if another being was actually here. With dramatic flare you made show of losing your balance and in the seeming millions of the chandelier’s hanging gems (surely fake but you’ll have them tested in the future) several pars of wide emerald eyes watched you fall. A victorious smile raised your lips when the same hands carefully placed you on your feet once slowing your descent. “I knew it, you are here!” Alarm filled you when something collided with the wall as if someone was attempting to run away. “No, please don’t. I just wanted to make sure that I wasn’t going crazy or anything like that. I plan on living here for a long time so if I have any roommates I’d like at least to know your name.” No answer came, not that you expected one, but your gaze slowly slid towards the nearby list of groceries where the pen twitched for several seconds before it scribbled then fell still. “Izuku Midoriya…the others call you Deku.” Blinking your spine straightened as the thought of more than one ethereal being under your roof sent a chill down your spine. “What do you mean ‘others’?!” Fluttering hands across your back were what you recognized as him becoming flustered and/or trying to calm you down. The image of you laying in bed surrounded by invisible people staring down as you used the various pieces in your private pleasure collection filled you with disgust. Maybe a few countermeasures should be taken if you were ever to have a moment of peace to yourself.

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A mild shower, adequate meal in your belly, clad in the pajamas you had forgotten to own, you slipped beneath the covers ready for the night’s sleep when pine wafted your nose. Though you couldn’t see him you’d grown used to translating what his touches were trying to convey; this brush against your cheek was a question as to why you had been so quiet and withdrawn today. “I’m not mad or anything…not sad either.” They paused then tapped the corner of your eye with the gentleness of a feather. “Yeah, guess I cried a little bit today. I did some looking into the house’s history and found out what happened here.” You were instantly standing when what you recognized to be his fingers began to tremble yet he didn’t remove them despite your motions. “Every time I asked about it you refused to give me any sort of answer so you left me no choice. You and your friends had fallen victim to a mass murderer that had been finally captured a little over a decade ago. That’s nothing to be ashamed of, Izuku, so why did you hide it from me?” A twitch settled in your brow when his hands made to withdraw but you followed them until they forced you to stop towards the center of the room where you rotated in a circle with eyes flittering around. “You’re all here? Good! All of you need to stop blaming yourselves for what happened! That person, that murderer, trapped the lot of you within this house when you came here during break over a decade ago. The authorities finally caught the guy a few months after your disappearances and that was when they found your remains scattered about this forsaken hellish maze. You were the last one, Izuku, I can’t imagine the pain you went through watching your friends die one after the other to the murderer’s games. Well guess what: the lot of you deserve much better than this limbo you’re stuck in. Go into the light before I get a priest, shaman, and hoodoo person up in here!” Silence rang heavily in your ears as the tension you’d never noticed faded until you were left in a panting mess on the floor while staring up at the ceiling. Had that actually worked? Sadness threatened to fill you when after several calls of his name no sensation of invisible fingers came. Maybe he was, indeed, in a better place…but then why did that suddenly make you feel so miserable?

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The grandfather clock you’d been meaning to donate to the nearby museum being as it was considered highly valuable chimed three times, causing your eyes to slowly open despite the lingering dream that threatened to pull you back into unconsciousness. It’s been over a week since you’re outburst and three days since you’d held that small kinda pathetic memorial service for him and the other victims; candles had been lit, fresh flowers planted in those giant pots at the entrance, incense sticks lit, ringing of bells, nearly everything you could think of so that each person would hopefully find peace. You thought sleep would come to you easier now knowing the house was truly your own but it was the opposite. Each night you could barely manage four hours. Within your chest came a tightening that made your tired eyes want to grow moist. “Izuku…Izuku…” His name slipped from between your lips without your conscious knowing and yet it continued to echo around you as if it were your own personal prayer. “…Izuku…”

“…Y/n…”

You sat upright, uncaring of the sheets that fell to pool around your waist, wide eyes locked on the shadowed figure standing at the foot of the bed. There was no mistaking that emerald gaze or curly hair that was just barely visible thanks to the nearby alarm clock on the bedside table. “I-Izuku?”

His features became pained. Those gemstones that were his eyes closely following as you shuffled across the duvet to come to a stop just short of reaching him. Slowly, almost hesitantly, his hand rose to brush his fingers against your cheek. The green eyed man was visibly shaken when your own hands rose to cup his face. A bob of his Adam’s apple was almost enough to divert your attention but you refused to look away from him as you rose up until your faces were level. Both of you were filled with the question “how was it possible for you to see and touch him?” The answer may never be found though neither of you frankly gave a damn as his lips descended upon yours. Maybe this wasn’t normal but you couldn’t imagine living without Izuku.

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immcoconut · 6 months

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#dkbk and shoto

shoto todoroki bought a new house to move in but he didn't know the reason the price was so cheap was because two ghost lives in the House

"welcome" deku greeted the new comer

Shoto was silent, staring at the floating Human looking thing "What are you?"

"I'm a ghost! It's my house and that's kacchan" Izuku pointed at something shoto could not see

" Tell him to get out Izuku" something from somewhere spoke

"Come on kacchan, he could be a nice. We'll have someone that can take proper care of the house, if he's not scared that it

You should be nice to him until proven otherwise "

Shoto stared. He's not scared,rather intrigued by the ghost's vocabulary. Usually they just scream and chase. This ghost could have degree or two under his belt

" I don't care! This is our house, he don't belong here"

Izuku ghost looked at shoto, smiling " don't mind him. He's really nice"

" He doesn't seem nice" maybe shoto shouldn't be so direct, they could kill him

" He's just a little grumpy, our house just got sold. You know- he'll come around "

Shoto doubts that, for some reason

" Where are you from? Do you want us to show you around mr- you haven't really said your name"

"It's shoto todoroki"

"I'm Izuku midoriya and that is my partner bakugo katsuki. We are two ghosts bound here, hello again"

This is really weird,awkward and scary

Nobody mentioned anything about ghosts in the house before? Then again it wasn't him who bought the house

"Would you mind if I ask something"

"Oh-we're already getting to know each other" Izuku smiled brightly, sitting in the nearby chair

"what do you wanna know? The history? How did we die? How is kacchan bound to this house if be owns the house next door? What is it you wish to know?"

" I just wanna know if you would kill me or chase me away?"

Izuku looked upset by the question and that / something someone/

Grabbed shoto by the collar "do we look like thugs to you boy"

Turns out something someone is actually a blond who's face was definitely blessed by the gods

"No,it's just what they do in movies"

Katsuki pushed shoto away,cursing " he's not to be trusted Izuku,let's throw him

away"

"It's the stereotype kacchan"Izuku whispered in katsuki's ear"he's just scared. Let's give him a chance"

"So to answer your questions"Izuku sat down again"we won't kill you or chase you away.I mean you just bought the house.Must have cost a lot especially in this economy"

For someone dead, Izuku surely knows a lot about the living

" I wouldn't know, my dad paid for it"

" Oh, rich kid, you're lucky "

" No, he was abusive most part of my life"

Both Izuku and katsuki looked visibly uncomfortable, not expecting such dark and straightforwardAnswer

"So he's finally trying to be good father, that's nice"

" No. I got a girlfriend against his wish so he disowned me. But then my girlfriend got pregnant and my father wanted grandchildren so he bought me a house so I would take him back"

" Oh, that nice! a baby in the house! Are you excited" Izuku cheered again

"No,turns out that's not my baby. She cheated"

"Oh" Izuku looked at katsuki with pleadings eyes.What the fuck do you say after that?

Katsuki wrapped his arms around Izuku, rubbing his shoulder soothingly " that's rough. Do you wanna drink with us?" Katsuki grimaced, no longer mad at shoto

" That would be nice" shoto answered straightforward " but I need rest first. I ran all the way here"

From where? Izuku wanted to ask but his heart ached knowing he might get another traumatizing story

" we'll see you tomorrow, todoroki"

Both Izuku and katsuki needs a drink

#dkbk #bnha #katsuki bakugo #bkdk #izuku mydoria #my hero acedamia #shoto todoroki #ghost izuku #ghost bakugo #traumatizing shoto

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jaxon-exe · 11 months

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U know when u have an idea for a fanfic that would be amazing and u really wanna write it so u can read it but liiiiikkkkkkkeeeeeeeee

*looks at overflowing pile of unfinished fanfics and stories*

…

So here a my hero fic for anyone that’s wants to do anything with it 😁

(I mean let’s be honest that’s 99% of the reason for this blog but anyway)

So this is a ‘Izuku has a quirk’ fic and it was the quirk idea itself that inspired this.

His quirk is called “haunting fears” and has a couple of parts to it.

When his quirk is activated it covers an area around him (the size it up to u) and while the exact way it changes varies there r a few things that always happen. Those being a heavy fog takes over the area, the area get a bit darker (even in direct daylight) and everyone in the area gets an overwhelming feeling of dread.

The second part of the quirk is the kicker though. It can see a persons fears/regrets and well… haunts them with it. Like full haunted house shit by means of hallucinations.

Side note: while u don’t have to use this aspect of the quirk I like the idea that it made Izuku stop aging. This will mean even without the hallucinations the seconds part of his quirk has, he can still pull off scary ghost kid vibes.

As an eg of the quirk I’ll describe how it would work on Aizawa.

So the first part is standard, heavy fog, low light and a primal fear, perhaps Izuku giving off a creepy giggle now and again to. Then from the fog he will hear his name.

“Shota.”

He looks around to find the source but can’t as it calls again.

“Shota.”

This time he’s certain he recognises this voice and starts having to really focus to say calm as it keep speaking.

“You left me Shota.”

“U couldn’t save me.”

“I thought we were meant to protect each other.”

“But u didn’t. U left me.”

At this point Aizawa is fully freaked out and yells for the person to show themselves. Just then a figure can be made out in the fog. Aizawa freezes in place as he sees Oboro standing in the fog with his head down.

“U left me to die.” Oboro lifts his head to show the broken goggles and blood drinking down his face

(From here u can pretty much go where u want)

So yeah, I feel like this has potential for a lot of different stories. A villain Izuku would be really good but I personally like the idea of Izuku striving to becomes a hero even with a ‘villainous’ quirk.

How OFA works into this is also up to u. Personally I would have it that izuku doesn’t get OFA but I can imagine it being that the first part of his quirk was always the same but the full blown hallucinations only came after getting OFA bc it kinda beefed up his quirk maybe.

Like I said u can take this a lot of ways and I really wanna see something with this so if u do write this please let me know ☺️

#bnha fanfiction #MHA #mha midoriya #izuku has a quirk #fanfic ideas #Scary Midoriya #ghost izuku

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burntoutenby · 1 year

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Bakugo POV: Don’t cry, don’t cry, you’re not going to cry about the fact stupid Deku got himself killed during the entrance exam

Ghost Izuku*throws notebook at him*: TAKE THESE! THEY MIGHT HELP YOU! DON’T BE UPSET <3

#mha #bnha #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #ao3 fanfic #ghost Izuku #dead Izuku #fanfic #fan fiction

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st7arlights-hero · 7 months

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i made this for a specific ghost!izuku fic that for the life of me i cant remember which it was- if anyone has any ideas please lmk!!

disclaimer (again) that this is old art and i swear i can make better than this now

#bnha fanart #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #deku #izuku midoriya #ghost!deku #ghost izuku #my art #art #fanart #digital art #cw blood #art tag

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krystalficloverdh · 1 year

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The Other Side

Chapter 3 - A strange voice in my head

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Complete chapter HERE

Boku no Hero Academia Halloween AU!!!

SUMMARY:

He was condemned to die being meters underground next to a tombstone, he had a satisfying life.

But, Izuku doesn't know how he got here...on the other side, so they've been told by the creatures here.

Vampires? Werewolves? Ghosts? Witches?

Vampires and werewolves are ancient enemies, the rivalry between these two species is a popular topic in horror movies, however this war seems to be something current here. Everything in the folk tales about werewolves and vampires in the library doesn't compare to what Izuku Midoriya has to face right in the middle.

Fucking-fantastic.

“It’s been decades since the last time they made a ruckus.” Todoriki said calmly at the distance.

“Decades?” Izuku said confused and in his head doing the math. “Just how old are you?”

Todoroki counted several years in his head before giving an answer.“About 117 years old.” He shrugged his shoulders like it was not such a big deal.“You?”

“...25.” Izuku stuttered a little before answering.

“What’re you doing here?” Katsuki’s voice called out as he lacerated a demon’s throat, making his way to stand by Izuku while Todoroki's eyes narrowed a bit when Izuku did not seem to react to his demand and for a person who just got into the other side, to watch such a scene would quiver at least.

"Not bad.” Katsuki chuckled huskily as he roamed his red eyes over Izuku’s exposed skin.

Who would’ve thought that this little ghost would have those muscles under that pile of clothes.

“What did you say?” Izuku groused as he managed to pull his cloak from his face a little to find out that the alpha looked like he was enjoying the entire situation which made the ghost cross his arms to cover his stomach. “What are you doing?” He said in disbelief as he struggled in the demon’s grip on his legs.

“HELPING YOU? OBVIOUSLY!” Katsuki yelled at him as he evaded the demon’s attempt to wiggle him off with his wings. “What? No thanks from you?”Katsuki’s eyes gleaming vividly with madness while piercing the demon's flesh with his claws as if to vent his anger, making the demon scream in pain at that.

"THANK YOU!"

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