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We Are Ashido

Summary:

Sometimes love is a boy and a girl. And sometimes it’s a boy and a boy, or a girl and a girl. Occasionally, it’s three or more people. And sometimes… sometimes love is a boy, a girl, and the pink goo from outer space that likes to spread over both their bodies.

And their symbiote child who swears too much.

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Family Portrait
Title: We Are Ashido
Author: Altairadactyl
Rating: PG-13/FR15
Disclaimer: With a myriad of writers, artists, and editors, actual rights are a nightmare when you go near a comic book universe. Suffice it to say that Marvel Entertainment LLC owns all of the property printed in their comics, along with the television and movie adaptations of said same property. Compared to that, the ownership of My Hero Academia is relatively simple: the entire thing belongs to Kōhei Horikoshi. Not mine, don't sue, and so forth and so on.
Summary: Sometimes love is a boy and a girl. And sometimes it’s a boy and a boy, or a girl and a girl. Occasionally, it’s three or more people. And sometimes… sometimes love is a boy, a girl, and the pink goo from outer space that likes to spread over both their bodies.
Tara's Note: So long story short, my theater marathoned all three Venom movies for a single $40 ticket and I was like... aight. I had a few ideas for new stories based on it, but I'm still heavily in Mina Mode from writing Something Something Hoard and so this just sorta came out. I posted a sample on Reddit and it may be my most upvoted post on the site, so... ayo.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1

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“Oh my gosh, hi! You’re so cute! Can I keep you?”

Midoriya Izuku slowly opened his eyes with a groan and then jerked backward in surprise at the sight of a fanged pink visage hovering in front of his face. He looked around wildly, taking in his surroundings. The last thing he'd known, he was being suffocated by the sludge villain who was trying to escape All Might. Something something, it wanted to steal his body? Which seemed sorta weird. He didn't even want this quirkless body of his. Why would a sludge villain want it? Now the sludge that had been suffocating him was gone, and he was sitting up against the wall of the underpass. With a really ferocious looking pink head floating in front of him? That was... wholly unexpected.

Then Izuku looked past the black and yellow eyes and the jagged teeth and the slightly elongated head shape, and he noticed that the head existed on the end of a thick pink tendril of slightly shiny pink goo. He followed the tendril to its source, which turned out to be... him? There was a gooey pink mass covering the upper right portion of his body, and the head was a part of that? Well that was certainly weird. But it just seemed to be sitting on him, as opposed to suffocating him and trying to steal his body. So it was a marked improvement in his lot in life.

To be honest, this whole thing just seemed like the icing on the cake of the worst day of Izuku's life. He'd attended his first day of his final year of junior high school. Gotten called out for wanting to be a quirkless hero. Gotten shouted at by his former friend. Gotten suicide baited by said former friend. Had his personal belongings destroyed, for good measure. Gotten attacked by a villain. But... well, it couldn't possibly get worse from here, right? And at least he was getting to meet a hero? Or at least he thought the pink goo thing was a hero. Maybe he should ask? “Hi! Um, did you save me? Are you a hero? I’ve never heard of a hero with a quirk like yours.”

Shaking its head, the pink thing turned to look over at the bubbling mass of sludge on the ground a meter or so away from Izuku. Oh. So that's where the villain had gone. Considering he'd tried to kill Izuku, the fact that he was just sorta... right over there was moderately terrifying. “I am not! I am… an alien! I'm between host bodies at the moment. I was just sorta blurbing along, minding my own business, when I saw that guy trying to kill you. And I was like, mou! That’s super rude of him! So I saved you from him! And then you were sorta messed up so I bonded with you to try and heal you, and now we’re here!”

Izuku looked down at where the pink mass was growing out of him. So it wasn't just sitting on him, which would have been weird enough. A bit too familiar in their relatively conservative society. But it had bonded with him? Wait. What did that even mean? “Eh? You bonded with me? That seems very familiar of you! I don’t even know your name!”

“Oh! I’m sorry! I would have told you my name already but you were, well, unconscious.” Another tendril of pink goo emerged from his side, forming into a primitive looking hand that offered him a peace sign. “You can call me Ashido!”

Izuku reached into his book bag, pulling out his trusty notebook and then frowning. Between Bakugou and the sludge villain, his poor notebook was not having a good day. Which was sorta depressing, because he'd put a significant amount of work into the entries that comprised the first half or so of the book. “Okay. So I can’t take notes about you. But I have a good memory. So. Your name is Ashido. Nice to meet you. I’m Midoriya. Midoriya Izuku.”

Ashido’s goo hand reached out to shake and Izuku obliged her hesitantly. Her? Well, in his defense, the alien sounded vaguely feminine and also it was pink? Which might have been stereotyping of him, but he felt like it was safe to assume Ashido was a her unless told otherwise. The goo wasn’t actually unpleasant, it turned out. A little warm. Not slimy or gross at all. “Nice to meet you… Midori!” Ashido let out a giggle at the confused look on Izuku’s face. “We’re bonded! You’re mine now! So I gave you a nickname!”

“Okay, so let’s discuss that for a minute. What do you mean by ‘bonded’?” Izuku made air quotes with his fingers and then looked down at Ashido’s tendrils. “You’ve clearly become a part of me and I honestly don’t know how I feel about that.”

Her head bobbed as Ashido smiled widely. “I am! So, uh, how do I explain this? Basically Klyntar exist as a species of symbiotes. We bond with hosts to experience their lives and enrich our own. Some of us are… honestly not great. But some of us are. I’d like to think that I’m one of the good ones. And so I came to Earth looking for a host to enjoy life with. Met a nice girl near where I landed. She let me bond with her for a bit. I picked up some cool acid powers from her. After a while, the whole 'we' thing got to be too much for her and so we parted ways. Moved on with my life. Found another host. They weren't so great, so I got the hell out of there. And then I found you. And you’re just the cutest thing I’ve ever seen and you needed help so I bonded with you. And here we are.”

Izuku smiled nervously at Ashido as he pressed his fingertips together. “Okay but like... you join with a person? And experience life with them? And through them? Forgive me if this is me seeing something that isn't there, but the way that you talk about being bonded to a person makes it all sound so very…” He trailed off, hesitating for a moment. “Relationshippy?”

Scoffing, Ashido waved dismissively at Izuku's observation. “That would be weird. Don’t make it weird.” Her head whipped around, invading his personal space. “Unless you’re into it. In which case… hey baby. You come here often?”

His face exploding in a blush, Izuku brought his hands up to his cheeks. Despite his embarrassment, though, he found himself laughing at her use of what even he recognized was a terrible pickup line. "Oh gosh. Um. Hey? Honestly, I kinda do? This is my second favorite way to walk home. So I come here... reasonably regularly?" His cheeks still flushed, he ducked his head and then peeked up at her. "Are you actually flirting with me? Because I genuinely can't tell what's going on here. I've literally never had a single person flirt with me before. Human or alien."

“Wait, what? Really? Why?” Ashido’s primitive hand warped back into a tendril that she used to rub his cheek gently. “You’re super cute! And you seem really nice! And you haven’t run away screaming yet, which I mean… major points with me, lemme tell you.”

Lowering his hands from his face, Izuku gestured down at himself. Then he paused. "Which part do you want me to answer first? The why I'm not running part, or why nobody likes me part?"

Ashido considered that for a moment and then added a bit of mass to where the tendril met her body so that she could affect something approximating a shrug. "Actually, I'm genuinely curious why the fact that a goo girl with vicious teeth sitting on your body isn't like, holy shit fucking run territory for you. I'm not going to lie, I am not the friendliest looking thing out there."

While she wasn't wrong? "Yeah but like, you're the friendliest thing out there. At least to me." Izuku gestured down at himself again. "I mean, like, I have... perilously few positive social interactions. Even the cashier at the konbini near school seems like he's looking down on me. Sure, you're a pink goo from outer space that's evidently decided to take up residence on my body without asking. But like, at least you're friendly? You're the nicest person that I've met in a while. Why would I run away from that?"

Ashido cooed softly. "Aww, that's... hella depressing to be honest. Because yeah, I'm a really nice person. But at the same time, like, I shouldn't be the only nice person that you've met in recent memory. Midori! Why do people hate you so much?"

Grimacing, Izuku let his head hang. “Well I guess it’s mostly that… well, I assume you’ve been here long enough to know what quirks are. Since you mentioned your first host had an acid quirk. And I… I don’t have one. So a lot of people look down on me because I don't have a quirk. I can't really do anything useful. So how am I going to become a productive member of society? Why bother with me?"

Ashido let out an aggravated huff. “Well that’s just stupid. People are stupid. Society is stupid. And I don’t care. You’re cute and you’re nice and now you’re all mine. So to double back to the 'am I flirting with you' question... I mean, kinda? We're gonna be together for a while, at least if I have anything to say about it. I definitely wouldn't say no to getting to know you better. If you're into it."

"I... err..." Izuku's mind raced as he stared Ashido in the eye. On one hand? This was going... really fast. But then, like, sometimes people did just hit it off the first time they met and they started flirting because they liked each other. Obviously never with him but like, Izuku read manga. It happened. At this point, he didn't really know Ashido. They'd literally just met. But she was friendly and cheerful and just... full of life. And Izuku liked those things. And so he smiled bashfully. "I'm kinda into it? If it's not making things weird."

Ashido reshaped her tendril into a hand and shot a finger gun at him. "So keep flirting with you. Got it. On it. Watch me flirt. But also like, I did mention that we're bonded now, right?" Izuku nodded slowly and she pointed her finger at herself. "Okay but like, what I don't think I mentioned? Is that this isn't a one way street. It's give and take. You give me experience. Life. Purpose. And I give you... me. So I guess you'll always be quirkless, but as of literally right now? You're no longer powerless. You have me. And I am fucking amazing."

Eyes widening, Izuku bounced in place slightly. "Wait, you can what? So what, I'll have like, acid powers all of a sudden?"

Bobbing excitedly, Ashido spread down Izuku's right arm. "You will! Or rather, you do! Among other things, but yeah, let's start with that. So hold out your hand, palm up." Izuku hesitantly complied, and watched in disbelief as a bubbling white fluid pooled in his hand. "So yeah. Acid. That's how I beat the villain who was attacking you. I got between you and him and then just sorta... acid."

"...wait, you what?" Izuku looked over at the bubbling puddle of sludge on the ground and his eyes - if possible - got even wider. "Is he still alive?"

Ashido looked over at the puddle and then back at Izuku. "Do you really want to go over there and try to find out?"

Hmm. That was a good point. Izuku slowly slid his back up the underpass wall as he rose to his feet, stretching his arms over his head to work out the tightness in them. "So working with you, I'll be pink and have acid powers? I can think of worse things in life. I kinda like pink. It's not my favorite color per se, but it's pretty high up there as far as colors go."

Pink spread over the rest of his body and Izuku found himself staring down at the ground from a slightly higher vantage point. "Bum bum bum! I am Ashido, but also… we are Ashido! We can work together as one being and we're stronger, faster, and then also have those really nifty acid powers. What else? I can also make tendrils so we can climb and swing and I guess stab things if we want to? I'm not really into that, to be honest. Like, I'm fine being inside you... wink... but I don't really want to be inside anyone else? Even a little? I feel like that should be a just us thing."

Izuku tried to pull out his phone but found himself unable to reach into his pocket because, well, he was Ashido. Which... maybe they could workshop the name a bit? If not, he understood, but it was a little on the nose. Making his way through the underpass, he emerged on the other side and peered at his reflection in the window of a nearby building. "Um, the teeth are certainly a choice. I guess someone has to challenge Gang Orca for his title of Hero Who Looks Most Like a Villain."

"Yeah, I can do a combined form face without my teeth but I just don't want to. Sorry not sorry. Love me, love my teeth." The portion of Ashido covering his head peeled away, shifting to become the head on a tendril again. "I'm not that bad looking, am I? And before you answer, keep in mind that I'm evidently the first girl to ever flirt with you and your chances of actually dating me depend on this answer."

Izuku’s eyes went their widest yet as he shook his head slowly. “I am probably going to mess this up really bad because I have negative one charisma but I honestly do think you’re really pretty, Ashido. You’re definitely different from anyone I’ve ever met before, but you have your good points. And I feel genuinely honored that you decided to pick me to be your host.”

Throwing her head back, Ashido laughed. “Guess we found the monsterfucker.” Izuku’s jaw dropped and she laughed again. “What? Midori, I am a pink goo. I’m not mad that you like me, I’m just seriously questioning your tastes.”

That made Izuku huff softly even as the corner of his mouth quirked upward. “I don’t know, you’re sort of a cute pink goo? You’re, uh, what’s the word I want here? I guess… you’re very fetching?”

“Fetching. You’re so articulate, Midori. Or awkward. Probably just awkward, to be honest.” Ashido winked one black and yellow eye at Izuku, making him huff again. “But I suppose you passed my little test… monsterfucker. Heh. Did you know there’s actually a scientific name for that? You are a teratophile. Oh! We should use that as a hero name! Teratophile: the… Something Hero.”

Izuku snorted softly as he looked at his reflection again. “I could call myself that in public exactly once. And then someone would google it and I would die of embarrassment.” Leaning in, he made a vague gesture that Ashido managed to correctly interpret, covering his head and manifesting the fanged visage again. “This is actually really cool now that I'm getting used to it."

"I told you I was fucking amazing!"