It's a Plan(et)

Chapter 1

A/N: I love all of the Deathworlder / Humans are space orcs fics in the MHA universe over on AO3. Every few months I refresh and wish there were more, so I decided to put my own idea out there! This was inspired by all the works already in the Humans are space orcs / Deathworlders MHA tags/collections (and also reconcile, which is not a space-themed fic, but what can you do)!

Inspired by these fics on AO3:

Bright Stars by QueNouilleCroustillante

The Earth of Me by xXRCSovaXx

(In)Human(e) by Sophiebybophie

From Start to Starlight by disappear_rapidly

Cute but Deadly by Starlight Sakura

Deathworlders to the extreme! by AquaStarDark

reconcile by whatagoodegg

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"Oh, not this again," Midoriya Izuku said, fully exasperated, but still careful not to make any movements with Shigaraki Tomura's deadly fingers wrapped precariously around his neck, again, at the mall, again. "We've got to stop meeting like this."

"Cheeky," Shigaraki muttered, directing Izuku down the hallway towards the restrooms and away from the crowds. "You know, I think I liked you better before. You were so much nicer as a poor, defenseless first year."

"I'll be nice when you are. What do you want?" Izuku asked, knowing that if Shigaraki wanted him to be dead, he'd already be a pile of dust on the shiny tile floor by now, with just the touch of one last finger left lingering in the air above his throat.

"Just like last time," Shigaraki said easily, not a twitch of his fingers to betray what he was saying. "To talk."

Shigaraki led Izuku past the restrooms towards the exit to the mall. Izuku swallowed down his anxiety. He'd dealt with Shigaraki before and made it out alive. Sure, Danger Sense was going off the charts, but without knowing who else in Shigaraki's ranks was there at the mall, ready to take innocent lives hostage, Izuku wasn't ready to take the risk that Shigaraki was lying about just wanting to talk this time. At least, not until they were in the clear, away from civilians.

When they exited through the heavy doors, Izuku expected to see daylight, at least the outline of the bright day, the tops of the green trees surrounding the parking lot in the distance, even if the dark swirling vortex of Kurogiri's warp gate was blocking the majority of the view if Shigaraki's plans included taking him to a secondary location. If that was the case, Izuku planned to try to negotiate, to convince Shigaraki that their last conversation was productive enough here at the mall, so why couldn't this one be?

Let's grab a coffee and talk, Shigaraki. I've got all day–all the time in the world for you. But do we really have to leave the inviting atmosphere of the bustling mall? There! The shade under the trees! That'll be the perfect place to have our talk!

But, as they exited, Izuku's vision whited out, and Shigaraki's hand fell away from him. In fact, he felt nothing at all, not even the fabric of the clothes against his skin. Odd, was the last thing he thought before his consciousness fell away from him.

_ _ _ _ _

When Izuku woke again, it was not peacefully, but to the sound of a familiar, angry voice yelling his name. Izuku sat up with a jolt because that voice was not Kacchan's coming from the other side of his dorm door, yelling at him that he was late for class, or his mother's, calling him downstairs for breakfast, but the voice of his long-time enemy, Shigaraki, yelling endless expletives. Izuku's eyes were drawn across the walkway between the two sets of cellblock bars keeping the two humans separate where the yelling, screaming, and swearing was coming from.