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Bakugous Sleepover
They said that meeting a doppelganger meant that person was going to die.
So how many times would he have to die if he met five other copies of himself?
Bakugou Katsuki wondered if somebody up above the clouds seriously thought it was funny to fuck with him or if he was just that unlucky. It had already been an emotional day and he was staying over at the teacher’s facility. After a shower, he was ready to go relax on his bed but as soon as he opened the bathroom door, everything was not right.
His hallway was gone.
Everything was pure white and there was one yellow brick road leading to God knew where like in the Wizard of Oz.
He immediately thought he had been sucked into some curse’s domain but there were no attacks. The empty space near him creaked open like doors being opened and Bakugou came face to face with five other people.
All of them were Bakugou Katsuki. Or at least, they all had his face.
“Wha–” The one closest to him on his right blinked in surprise. He had little studs the shape of spiders and he wore a red velvet crop top with black lace that resembled spider webs decorating the chest portion. He also had on a pair of comfortable looking shorts made of the same silky material. Looking around, he yelled towards the white abyss around them. “Dad! Are you testing out new magic again?”
Magic? Bakugou looked down and he saw something that didn’t belong. A tail. This weirdo with his face had a demon tail like in the cartoons.
“I don’t think there’s anybody else around but us,” the next Bakugou said with a yawn. He was wearing a dark green silk bathrobe with fur around his sleeves and there was a collar around his neck. Also, his hair was really long. It flowed down to his waist like golden silk.
Bakugou was pretty sure he saw a bruised handprint on this one’s left ankle.
Across from him, the Bakugou wearing a vintage white nightgown narrowed his eyes. The nightgown was flowy and it came down to his knees. “This is not funny. Mammon! Are you messing with me?”
No response.
“Bakugou?” A voice called Bakugou’s attention to his left. There was him, dressed in a simple blue nightgown that came down to around the middle of his thigh. The side of the dress was hollowed out and replaced by see through lace. Pulling the dark haori robe tighter around himself, he nodded at Bakugou. “We met last time, I was with Zeku.”
“The dude that got his hair cut off,” Bakugou said and Katsuki confirmed it. He recognized the him from a parallel universe from the jade bracelet around his wrist too.
Katsuki frowned. “So, do you think…”
“Yep.”
Both of them went silent.
“What are you two talking about?” The last of the Bakugous spoke up. His voice was gruff and he wore an old long sleeve shirt with sweatpants. Wait, his hands looked odd? Like they were made of metal. “I don’t get what’s going on here but I want no part of it.”
He turned around to go back inside his door.
Only, the door slammed shut in front of his face and everybody else got kicked out of theirs too.
And then they were stuck.
“Can someone explain what is fucking happening?” The Bakugou dressed in white ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
“I think we’re stuck.” the demon one said as his tail swept from side to side.
“Obviously,” spat the one in the sweatpants.
“In a pocket dimension,” the demon one continued on, ignoring him. “It’s like a space between worlds. I’m guessing all of you are me from a different world that operates on its own rules and timeline.”
“So how do we get out?” Bakugou asked. The last time Katsuki and Zeku left his world with a key but it doesn’t look like Katsuki had the key on him this time.
“Follow the road?” The one with the collar suggested.
None of them liked that idea very much but it looked like their only option.
“Since it looks like it’s going to be a while, why don’t we get to know each other?” The one with the demon tail smiled as he wrapped an arm around the long hair Bakugou’s shoulders. He seemed to be the perkiest of them all, and he smiled a lot, which was weird. While Bakugou wouldn’t consider himself to be the stoic type, he definitely wasn’t this touchy or smiley either.
“We are all Bakugou Katsuki. There’s not a lot to talk about.”
“No, I’m of the Arachnoid House from the Netherlands,” the demon one corrected. “...But I guess I was a Bakugou before.”
He went on to tell a story of a little boy getting kidnapped and sacrificed by a cult. Then he became a demon and grew up under the care of two loving demons. It was odd but it sounded like he had a relatively happy childhood in a strange land.
“Wait, you are also dating Gojo and Getou?” Bakugou raised his voice.
“Yes,” he confirmed and he licked his lips as if he just thought of a delicious meal. “They are kind of cute…it’s been hard to not eat them whole.”
Bakugou had a feeling that the other him meant it literally. Also, he kind of love it that there was a version of him out there who was able to tell the duo to eat shit whenever he wanted.
All the different versions of him were slightly different.
“I think we need a name to call each other,” Katsuki said softly. “It would get confusing if we keep calling each other Bakugou or Katsuki One Two Three.”
“Call me Victoire then,” The Bakugou dressed in white suggested. “It’s my stage name.”
This Bakugou crossdressed and worked as a model during his free time. He started because he wanted to make enough money to get as far away from his parents when he turned of age. He was also involved with the Mafia.
“You’re fucking mafia?” Bakugou exclaimed. Mafias were villains and he can’t imagine himself getting intimately involved with a villain. Sure, Gojo and Getou along with the rest of the jujutsu sorcerers weren’t exactly giving off the Justice soldiers vibes but they were protecting the society too.
Victoire shrugged. “He gave me a family. They are loud and stupid and murderous but they are family.”
Bakugou didn’t know if that was worth getting involved with criminals for but he said nothing. A family. It sounded like something too far out of reach.
“I’ll be Arachnoid since that is my last name,” the demon him interjected.
“I’m…call me Yokohama.” Katsuki said. That must be the name of the city he and Zeku lived in. Bakugou still found it fascinating that there could be a whole city with no heroes.
“Slytherin,” Long Hair supplied. His voice was even but he sounded slightly intrigued. “And Victoire, I think we might be screwing different versions of the same mafioso. Does he have 2 X in his name as well?”
Victoire’s expression was hard to describe.
The only ones left without a name were Bakugou and the version of him in sweatpants. The other him grumbled some kind of curse word in a foreign language and sped up, putting some distance between himself and the rest of them.
“He can be Grumpy,” Arachnoid whispered to the rest of them. “Since you’re the only one left, you can be Bakugou.”
As they decided on a name, they reached the end of the yellow road and there was a red door.
“Shall we?” Slytherin questioned. He had a British accent and he walked with more grace than the rest of them.
They opened the door.
There were no monsters being unleashed, no traps activating to kill them, but there wasn’t an exit either.
It was a room. It was a large and lavishly decorated room with thick fur carpets and soft couches. The ground on one side was filled with large pillows and blankets, forming a nest behind a curtain like some kind of luxurious resort in the middle east. In the middle, it was a Roman styled bath that looked like a pool. Thick white pillars supported the dome shaped ceiling high and there were stars painted above them. There were also statues of what looked like animal heads and hot water poured out of their mouths.
On the other side of the room was an open kitchen and doors with gold framing around them. It was a serene place, filled with light pastel colors and a lot of white. Ivy crept along a few of the pillars and there were plots of bushes and flowers placed around, adding a faint sweet scent in the air. Everything looked shiny and brand new too.
They decided to split up and check the place out.
“There’s food in the fridge and drinks in the cabinets.”
“Potion herbs are in the drawers.”
“Door number one has a full walk-in closet full of dresses and other accessories.”
“Door two leads to a private bathroom with a shower.”
“This one’s a pantry.”
They didn’t find anything useful, except more and more evidence to confirm that this place was basically a five-star SPA. There was no danger or threat, not even poison in the food.
“...So, what do we do now?” Bakugou asked. He still had his quirk and judging by the expression on everyone else’s faces, they haven’t lost their abilities either. Maybe they could blast their way out of here?
“Anyone hungry?” Victoire stood in front of the opened fridge. “Cause I am.”
“How the fuck can you still care about food right now?” Grumpy growled. He appeared to be the most irritated out of them all. “Some of us have a job to get done back home. I need to get the fuck out of here.”
“Being impatient won’t help with finding a way out. Also, it’s not like this is the first time I’ve been kidnapped.” Victoire was already taking out a knife and organizing the pans on the stove.
Grumpy turned to the rest of them, still fuming. “What do you think? That we should just pretend everything is okay and act like we aren’t trapped in a weird dimension or something?”
“I want to go home too,” Yokohama said. “There’s someone who would be really worried if I’m gone for too long, but just trying to blast this place to hell without a solid plan will just be a waste of energy.”
“I kind of don’t want to go back that soon,” Slytherin coughed. “Xanxus’s hot and all but my arse still hurts.”
Victoire spared him a look of sympathy.
“...It’s not the first time I ghosted from the human world so it’s fine. We can play here until we get bored. My parents will come for me if it drags out for too long.” Arachnoid went to help Victoire make the food. “My Dad is the best when it comes to magic, he will definitely find us. If not, there are a lot of other demons too.”
“That’s–”
Bakugou stopped Grumpy before he could keep on ranting.
“We can’t work on an empty stomach, so shut up and sit down.”
None of them were exactly sure how things turned out like this but after they made themselves some pancakes, they all ended up on the pillows and blankets. It felt like one of those sleepovers that used to air on TV. It was soft and pink and…actually kind of relaxing.
Bakugou wasn’t sure if it was the pancakes talking or if it was because he was being surrounded by himself. The different versions of him were all different in their own ways and it was actually interesting to see that.
Yokohama was like how he was before. He was quieter than the rest, with a hint of melancholy still in the shadows of his features. But Bakugou would have to admit the lines on Yokohama’s body were softer than theirs, like he had been spoiled well. When he spoke, his voice was calm and smooth, like he was weaving a story.
Victoire could swear in multiple languages but when he smiled, it was one filled with gentle warmth like the sun on a warm spring day. White dress and fair skin, he looked like a fairy that accidentally fell into the mortal world as long as he kept his mouth shut. It wasn't hard to see why he became popular as a model. Some of his movements were more refined too, like he was a lady educated properly from a private school in Europe but still had that charm of innocent youth.
Slytherin was older than them all and he was…the laziest? Bakugou wasn’t sure if that was the right word. The wizard said he came from nobility and his parents were actual fucking decent people. Or maybe it was because he grew up in an emotionally detached household of snobby old money traditions so he didn’t see anything wrong with the way his parents were treating him. However, he was the one with the most grace out of all of them. Enchanting and calculating, he seemed to have hit off quite well with Arachnoid.
Arachnoid was a happy mess of slutty and dirty ideas. He was spontaneous and way too fucking happy or chill all the time. Like a kid, he was interested in everything and lost said interest just as quickly. He also preferred sparkly stuff and whined a lot when he didn’t get his way. Bakugou didn’t know he could be such a troublesome bitch but apparently, it was possible.
Slytherin and Victoire were dating different versions of the same man. He was a brutal mafia man, but the only difference was that he was also a man-eating monster in Slytherin’s world. They were chatting about the man…or rather, trash talking about his bed skills cause apparently he was an even bigger selfish dick than Gojo was in bed. The ghoul version of him also treated Slytherin like a pet and degraded him often, which somehow, in the noble’s fucked up head was hot and cute.
“And you’re okay with him treating you like that?” Yokohama frowned. He was oddly vanilla about making love, which was super weird considering he fucked a mother fucking dragon.
Slytherin yawned again and with a wave of his wand, the tea refilled itself. “If he gets overboard, I’ll just kill him and blame it on someone else. After all, who would suspect the frail little muggle to be the one that killed the big bad ghoul? It’d be a pity though, he is providing such wonderful ideas for my books.”
“Are you going to eat him?” Arachnoid took a cookie from the tray. “I’ve never had a ghoul before, maybe he’d taste better than normal humans.”
A demon eating a ghoul wasn’t cannibalism but it still sent a shudder down Bakugou’s spine to imagine someone with his face eating another humanoid creature.
They were all Bakugous.
But their experiences were vastly different. Some of them were in UA like he was, some got kicked out, and some never planned on becoming a hero in the first place. They were him but not him at the same time.
Yet, they all had people who loved or spoiled them rotten. Compared to them, Bakugou felt like he was underdressed, even though all of them were in pajamas. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t get the memo that apparently going to bed looking fabulous was a social requirement now too. Looking down, he was in a large white T-shirt and orange booty shorts, not exactly the most flattering when he was sitting besides all the other hims with their laces and ribbon or silk.
But he wasn’t the worst one.
“What the fuck are you staring at?” Grumpy asked darkly.
Grumpy looked like he had been through hell and that was coming from him, who just went through an emotionally draining day of confrontations and grew up looking at curses. Also, even a literal demon version of himself looked more refreshed than Grumpy. Everybody else had plump lips and cheeks with still some baby fat on them. However, Grumpy looked thinner, had heavy bags under his eyes and every part of him looked tense, like his nerves were hyperactive. His shirt looked old and there were stains on his pants.
Also, his hands…that couldn’t have resulted from a normal accident, could it? All of it, from what Bakugou could see, was not covered by metal. They were replaced by metal.
Did Grumpy lose his hands? Bakugou couldn’t describe how terrifying that must have been.
“Looking at you,” Bakugou said. “You look like shit.”
And he was the only one who hadn’t talked a bit about his world or past. No friends, no lover, nothing. He was silent about all of it.
“It ain’t none of your business.”
“It’s not but we are in a place like this and you look like you’re attending a funeral. Why don’t you loosen up a bit?”
They were glaring at each other.
“Since we have the space and materials, it’d be a waste to not use it! Let’s do a makeover,” Arachnoid hopped onto Grumpy and before the latter could punch him, the demon dragged him up. “It’s not a complete sleepover if we don’t play.”
Arachnoid was already seeing this as a regular sleepover.
“Who the hell wants to pla–”
“I don’t know how you can stand wearing those rags,” Slytherin commented and he pointed to Grumpy with his wand.
“I think they are fine!” Grumpy was defensive.
The rest of them didn’t answer. Bakugou saw a mutual understanding passed between them. Arachnoid and Yokohama were massaging (or wrestling) Grumpy into stripping out of his clothing and to get into the hot spring. Slytherin started dumping a lot of weird herbs into the bath water and the air smelled extra sweet. It was a relaxing scent that made Bakugou want to drift off to dreamland.
Victoire went to grab racks of clothing out from the closet. Bakugou joined in by helping Slytherin chop whatever roots he needed.
“What are you all doing? Let go of me!” Grumpy was a real fighter but that wasn’t surprising since he was Bakugou Katsuki.
“Relax,” Yokohama said and Grumpy’s muscles went flaccid.
“You can make people do things through words?” Slytherin mused. “That is a very convenient ability.”
Yokohama didn’t reply. He didn’t like this subject a lot so everybody else dropped it.
“We’re going to make you feel real nice,” Slytherin purred against Grumpy’s ear. He really does the whole seduction thing well. “You two, hold him down so the potion can take effect. I can’t get in because if Xanxus sees me missing the bruises he’s going to suspect something is up.”
Yokohama and Arachnoid were in the waters. Their pajamas slicked to their skin and Bakugou noticed that Yokohama was slightly slimmer than him. It might be because he wasn’t doing as much physical training as Bakugou since Slytherin, who depended on magic a lot, was also slimmer. Victoire had almost the same build as him but his leg muscles were more developed, meaning that his fighting style probably involved a lot more kicking. Arachnoid might look more one the lean side but judging by the sound he made when he walked, he was probably heavier than he looked.
“I don’t need to feel…oh,” Grumpy made a soft noise as Victorie pressed down on the junction between his neck and shoulders. The model was massaging his tensed shoulders.
Yokohama and Arachnoid were doing his nails. They clipped and filed each finger before giving it a pedicure with French nails. Bakugou made them all hot chocolate and lifted it next to Grumpy’s lips. Slytherin was having fun on his own, lying lazily at the edge of the bath and tapping his wand into the water to change the color. Red, pink, orange, blue, green…the bath sparkled and changed colors. He even lifted his wand and small fireworks exploded in the air, leaving glistening embers. Arachnoid muttered a spell and the embers gathered into patterns of dancing people spinning across the air.
Grumpy’s knitted brows relaxed.
They patted him dry and Arachnoid used magic to clean Grumpy’s metal arms but they got into a small argument about what he should wear.
“I think he will look better in these.” Victoire and Slytherin wanted to go for the fur and more sexy lingeries. It was transparent and see through, with a lot of bold colours.
“These ones are cuter though,” Arachnoid picked out a dark nightgown with spiderweb patterns on it. It had a gothic feel to it with the black ribbons.
“If he’s going to bed, he should wear something more comfortable.” Yokohama preferred silk dresses. It was simple and modern but still cute with the little cat on the front.
“Don’t I get a say in this?” Grumpy slurred. He looked like he was going to fall asleep.
“What do you like then?” asked Bakugou.
“Leather. The leather one.”
“Doesn’t look comfortable but alright.”
He put on the leather piece. It was black with silver hoops and had a lot of straps. And of course, he looked good in it.
Bakugou wasn’t sure who prepared this room but there were a lot of lingeries in the closet. Yokohama and Arachnoid also changed, each choosing the new pajamas they were just trying to make Grumpy put on.
He found it a bit strange. The other hims looked like they enjoyed putting on the girly clothing. Slytherin did it because apparently wizards have a different fashion sense and dresses were basically robes in their eyes. Victoire and Yokohama were pretending to be someone else, or rather, they found a new identity to be freeing. No more rules kind of thing. Grumpy was just…well, he had no shame left.
The skin care routine by a model and a noble combined was also a big hassle. They had masks made from stuff that Bakugou couldn’t even pronounce and gave their lips an extra gloss of moisture with lip balms.
They tucked themselves in after that, each occupying a pillow and some blankets.
“So, Grumpy, you got a boyfriend or lover?” Arachnoid leaned on his hand and there was a smile on his lips. “It looks like we all have someone or someones, what about you?”
Silence followed.
The lights dimmed above them and just when Bakugou thought they would never get an answer from Grumpy, he heard a very faint–
“He’s dead.”
Bakugou fell asleep with a heavy heart.
When he woke up, he was in the bed inside the teacher’s facility. If it weren’t for the lingering scent of herbs on his clothing, he would have thought he had a dream.
—
“Young Master, why are you standing in front of the bathroom?”
Arachnoid turned around, seeing the servant looking at him with concerned eyes. He was back in his home, with the demon servants and the familiar odd colors of Netherland.
“It’s nothing,” he smiled. “I am going to the mortal world tomorrow, prepare a few things for me, will you?”
He knew the duo here weren’t the same as the one in the other world…but that didn’t mean he couldn’t play a few tricks on them for treating the other him so badly.
—
Victoire saw his boyfriend sitting at the edge of the bed, working on his guns. Quietly, he sneaked up behind Xanxus and wrapped his arms around the older man’s torso. Pressing his face against Xanxus’s back, Katsuki sighed.
“You are a horrible boyfriend.”
“And you’re a troublesome brat, what the fuck did I do or didn’t do this time?” Xanxus said without looking back.
“You’re mean and a nasty prick.”
Turning around slightly, Xanxus pulled Katsuki onto his lap. “You hit your head on something?”
“No,” the blond said but he pressed himself closer. “Just wanted to let you know that even if you are an asshole, I still really like you so don’t die on me, you shithead.”
Xanxus’s eyes narrowed and he lifted Victoire’s chin with one hand. “...I think you need a doctor.”
Katsuki hit him. “I’m being serious!”
“Cut the sappy shit out then. We don’t need that,” Xanxus pushed the blond’s head towards his chest and laid down.
Katsuki grumbled something intelligible against the man’s chest but he didn’t move or struggle. Instead, even though he felt like he just had a good night’s sleep, he still fell into slumber surrounded by the familiar heat.
—
“Katsuki?”
The blond heard his husband’s worried voice coming from outside the bathroom. Smoothing out the wrinkles on his nightgown, Katsuki opened the door and threw himself at Zeku.
The older boy caught him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just want a hug.”
Zeku hauled him up, letting the younger boy nuzzle close and wrapping his arms tight around him. They made their way to the bed and Coiled Dragon lifted its head when they came closer.
“Katsuki, do you want to let go now?”
“No.”
“It’s not comfortable sitting like this.”
Shifting around, Katsuki moved into a better position but he didn’t let go either. He was clinging onto his lover like Zeku was a large pillow or stuffed animal.
Zeku patted him on the back and placed a kiss on the top of his head. “Happy now?”
“Yes.”
—
The door slammed open just as Katsuki did a cleaning spell on himself to get rid of the smell of herbs. The ghoul stood at the door, looking pissed off. Xanxus was scheduled to have a family dinner tonight and by the looks of it, he probably got into an argument with his father again.
Katsuki felt a tug on the back of his collar and he was lifted off the sofa by the monster’s kagune. It brought him closer to the ghoul, who was studying him with a dark look.
“You look happy,” he commented.
“I had a nice nap.” Katsuki got dropped into the ghoul’s arms. “You can’t take that away from me too.”
“Really?” Xanxus bared his teeth at him and threw Katsuki on the bed. Moving on top of the wizard, he pinned Katsuki’s hands above his head. “Sounds like a challenge.”
—
When his consciousness surfaced, he was sitting alone in a mostly empty room. Besides the bed he was sitting on, there wasn’t anything else in the room except for a chair. Sighing, Katsuki pulled out a duffle bag from beneath his bed. There were guns and a lot of other weapons inside, along with a small laptop.
His metallic hands shined under the dim flashlight as he fumbled through the bag.
His body felt lighter but his heart was heavy. It was nice to see other versions of him happy…but it did make him feel lonely.
His hand found a picture and he shoved that thing into his pocket, not even looking at it for just a few seconds. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t look at the picture.
Besides, he had a job to do and tears weren’t going to help him.