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Ignore how its Siffren crying and not the king, also ignore the king's hand
Gem and the enderman (session three major spoilers)
Gem had died to an enderman, she never wanted to see another one. But Scott brought it up, mentioned theres an enderman outside and she couldn’t stand even hearing that word. Not so close after her death. She tried to make a joke, laugh it off. But as soon as she was back into her house she broke. She felt the pain particles everywhere, from her arms, to her legs. It all hurt. It was like she was right back in the moment. Right back in that horrible death. She wrapped her arms around herself trying to have some protection. She backed into a corner falling down against the wall. The further away from the door the better. She could barely hear the door open, but she felt the floor move. She knew She wasn’t alone. She wrapped around herself even more, what if one got in? She knew that was crazy, but what if. She moved further back. Maybe they wouldn’t notice her. Thats when she heard Scott talk, it was quiet he didn’t want her scared but he was clear enough that she could hear him. “Gem? Sweetheart you okay?” She didn’t even hesitate before shaking her head aggressively. “Can i hug you?” It didn’t register that he’d even ask that, and gem debated. On one hand she might feel enderman phantom touch, mistake his touch for that of the enderman. On the other she trusted Scott, trusted him with all her hearts. So she nodded. She felt his arms wrap around her, careful not to trigger her and she hesitated before returning the hug. Scott held her like one wrong move and she’d shatter. She felt safe for the fist time since her death. She felt Scott curl into her, whispering, “I’m so so sorry, I wanted to protect you. I didn’t want you to die. It scared me so much. I wondered ‘what if she didn’t come back.’ I knew you would’ve. But it scared me. I’m so sorry Gem. You didn’t deserve to die. Not ever. I’m so sorry i let you die” Gem hugged him even tighter “I don’t blame you in the slightest, its okay” And there they stayed tucked into a hug. Gem felt safe. Scott felt relieved. If all else failed at least they had eachother.
“I love you gem”
“Love you too Scott”
IM SCREAMING RN- POOR PERCY NOT REMEMBERING ANYTHING AND POOR CASTOR WHO HAS TO DEAL WITH THE FACT HE GOT HIS BOYFRIEND BACK BUT HE DOESNT KNOW HIM- my little babies deserve love-
Finally, I finished the fanfic, which was inspired by the end of “Dark Heir”. The more fluff, the more happiness.
!SPOILERS FROM DARK HEIR!
Name: Your Queen
Additional Tags: Fluff, Comfort, Missing Scene, Deviates From Canon
Characters: Will Kempen, James St. Clair
Relationship: Will Kempen/James St. Clair
Summary: Will, even if the Collar actually could rob my will, why do you think I`d choose your side just because of the magic?
✿ «He hoped to change his destiny. However, the spark led him into the abyss».
✿ «Open up to me, Will, let me see the Light in you».
✿ «If they stayed together, would there be the harmony of a light and a dark? As day follows night, they would go hand in hand, and without one, there would be no other».
an unexpected surprise in the last episode
With the last episode of HB I understood that hate originates from love and all those people loved Blitø so much, but he was never able to see it 😔
Blue Diamond: You don’t know what I’ve gone through
Lapis: Hold my beer
This show cured my depression 😂😂😂😂
MK Dad AU- Introduction
WARNING: Mild season 3 spoilers? I'm not sure about that though.
Here are some ideas I had for MK Dad AU. I also have to comment that I created this whole story with the help of @melancholialapelada7 who is as immersed in this AU as I am (OuO)
So, this AU takes place long after season 3, in a future where presumably MK and his friends manage to defeat Lady Bone Demon.
Things go quiet for a while until Sun Wukong says that he will be gone for a while. According to him to finally have those blessed vacations.
And he never comes back.
But don't worry, he'll be back.
For his part, MK waits for him along with the others, while life resumes its course, maintaining his constant training so as not to disappoint his mentor now that he has recovered The Golden Staff. But the wait is eternal and regardless of the opinions of others, he embarks on a solo journey to search for the Monkey King for a year.
During all that time he has faced creatures and had more adventures than he could count, he still keeps in touch with the friends he left behind in the city, but he misses them. And MK begins to think that maybe it was time to go home.
And he comes back.
Resigned and sad. But maybe a little wiser.
Life goes on.
Though MK can't let go of the role of hero now that the Monkey King is gone, he takes this responsibility seriously, until he feels he can't move on alone. So he asks Nezha for help and well… that was the best decision of his life.
His new master isn't with him all the time, but at least MK knows where he is and that he cares about his training.
He still works as a delivery boy for Pigsy's restaurant, he still hangs out with Mei and Red Son to play or fight. He still keeps the Monkey King merchandise in her room, but MK begins to think it's time for a change.
And later.
MK meets someone and well, that lasts a year.
His life starts to get slightly chaotic when he has his first child. It's quite a surprise.
No one believes him until he introduces him.
And from that moment all the effort that MK puts into his training begins to have another meaning and he decides to settle down with this person to take care of the child.
So the days and years go by. The relationship ends with the birth of the fifth baby.
MK doesn't understand where he went wrong. He is hurt, confused, and lost. The good thing is that everyone is there to support him.
And then there are the children.
Those 5 years, after the separation, were not easy. But MK knew how to get his little family forward.
He loves them with all his heart. They are his life now.
And it is then that... the Monkey King returns.
And that is where the story begins.
Just a Idea
hello, I come from the Lego Monkie Kid fandom and I come to The Owl House fandom to say that I think the Hunter x Willow ship could be called "Golden Flower". Bye Bye!
Me trying to gaslight myself into believing I didn’t read a major Iron Flame spoiler the same day as starting (and finishing) fourth wing-
Thoughts on Rhaenys and Rhaenyra’s relationship: Rhaenys should hate Rhaenyra
Rhaenyra insulted her and thought she was the exception to the rule. When Rhaenyra and Rhaenys talk in episode 2, Rhaenys widely advises that men will not accept a woman on the throne. Rhaenyra fires back that the lords of the realm did swear loyalty to her and they only didn’t accept Rhaenys before referring to her as “The Queen Who Never Was”. This was incredibly mean-spirited of Rhaenyra because In Fire and Blood when the Great Council took place, Rhaenys was a young woman who had a dragon, was the eldest grandchild of King Jaehaerys, and was married to a Velayron (see the parallels?). Rhaenyra’s insult almost implies that it was Rhaenys’ own fault that she was not chosen as Queen. Of all people, Rhaenys is probably the only person who could know what Rhaenyra was feeling as she was the closest to a female ruler Westeros has ever seen. However, I can forgive Rhaenyra because teenagers say mean and stupid stuff, things likely changed when Rhaenyra got older, right?
Rhaenyra had three children outside of wedlock while married to Laenor. While I get Laenor was cool with it I can’t imagine his parents were okay with it at least at first. The boys being bastards affects everyone, it makes not only Rhaenyra look bad but also Laenor as well as the Velaryons. It’s not a good look if it’s an open secret that Rhaenyra is cheating on her husband (even if he’s okay with it), especially when the boys look like neither of them. In Fire and Blood, Rhaenys has dark hair which she inherited from her Baratheon mother which Rhaenyra uses as an excuse but even in this case Rhaenys has purple eyes, the boys have brown. The situation also puts Rhaenys in a difficult position because she knows about her son being gay and pushing Rhaenyra under the bus also places a spotlight on his sexuality.
Rhaenyra married Rhaenys’ son-in-law (her daughter’s husband) immediately after Laena died. There was seemingly no time in between the funeral and their secret wedding in the show but in Fire and Blood Rhaenyra and Daemon get married and have Aegon the 3rd within the year of Laena’s death. It was just disrespectful to Laena’s memory and the Velaryons who are still mourning. Especially if the Velaryons thought about it, they would absolutely figure out that they got together at the funeral.
Rhaenyra was involved with Laenor disappearing. It’s arguably worse in Fire and Blood because it’s believed that he was killed by his lover on Daemon’s orders, though the show took a different approach. Rhaenyra knows he’s still alive and well but his parents don’t. Even if Rhaenyra insists that she did not have him killed like she stated when they talked in the show, she was still involved in faking his death and making his family believe he died brutally. She is still actively lying to Rhaenys and Corlys about Laenor. I doubt Rhaenyra will ever tell her and Rhaenys will likely die never knowing what really happened to her only son.
Rhaenyra takes Baela and Rhaena after her marriage with Daemon. While he is absolutely their father and can take them where he wants as he is their guardian, it is horrifying to imagine it from Rhaenys’ perspective. The woman who was involved with her son’s death and married her daughter’s widow is now raising her granddaughters. If I was Rhaenys I would be fearing for them.
Rhaenyra engaged Baela to Jace and Rhaena to Luke. Rhaenys knows she is doing this to secure Luke’s seat in Driftmark by having him marry Rhaena. And while a case could be made about her reasons for Baela and Jace, Baela is not just any noble lady. She has Valyrian blood and a dragon, Moondancer. Marrying them would give Jace further political power and given the war that was approaching, it would give the Blacks an extra dragon. Additionally, given everything that Rhaenys already suspects about Rhaenyra she could be worried that Rhaenyra might take Baela and Rhaena as political hostages. This has happened before in the ASOIF universe with past kings like Jaehaerys and Maegor. If Rhaenys lets her granddaughters stay with Rhaenyra, she has power over her with the silent threat of what she could do to them if Rhaenys steps out of line.
Like I don't know from Rhaenys' perspective Rhaenyra is a villain in her life, so that's why her decision to join her in the Black faction is very unlike her? Rhaenys is a good character but I don't understand her reasoning for wanting to actively participate in the war of somebody who has caused her so much stress and pain. If anything Rhaenys lost more in the Dance than she could have ever imagined and honestly why? Their relationship will always confuse me lol.
Short bkdk because I am SAD and katsuki is DEAD (for a little bit) 💚🧡
The hospital was miserable. Not just because it was chock full of grieving families and people balancing on the knife’s edge between life and death, but because—despite the fact that he survived—Katsuki was still being grieved.
He could see it in Best Jeanist’s eyes when he visited, dropping off some new, incredibly soft clothes for him to wear that weren’t open-backed hospital gowns. Guilt. Regret. Katsuki was alive, sitting right in front of him, and he still couldn’t quite see past the mirage of blood on his face.
Aizawa, too, had barely been able to look at him. Brought the three third years so he didn’t have to be alone with Katsuki. Face what he saw as one of his greatest failures as a teacher. A mentor. At least that’s what Katsuki thought.
The old man brought well wishes from the class. Some flowers. And the black smudges beneath his eyes. Katsuki wondered if he’d slept at all in the aftermath. If he’d ever sleep soundly again. Katsuki sure won’t.
The third years praised his speed, commenting on how dazzling his explosions were, until the very end. Mirio told him he knew he’d be a great hero one day, that he practically already was one. Nejire seconded that and asked if all of his sweat exploded, and if it was inconvenient because of that. He was so viscerally reminded of Izuku, in the moment, that he nearly started bawling.
Amajiki didn’t say much, but he left a small bento with a note: eat up and regain your strength. thank you. you were incredible.
And still, through their attempts at normalcy he could see the way they watched him. As if he were liable to keel over again at any minute. He was fine, goddamnit. He was healing. That didn’t make him weak.
The hag and his old man visited daily. Couldn’t stop touching his face and neck and tilting him every which way to reassure themselves that he really was alive. That was more the hag, but every so often his old man—who generally strayed away from getting physical with him—would cup his cheek and run his thumb over the new scar there, eyes pained. Katsuki always shook him off, told him not to look at him like that, but the memory lingers, as they all do. The hag wouldn’t even smack him anymore, even when he knew he was being a brat. Taking his anger at the world and his body out on them when they did nothing to deserve it.
All of her touches were light, ghosts of things that made him feel uncomfortably unreal. She asked if he wanted to stay at UA, after everything, and something about the tilt of her mouth told him she already knew the answer. Still, when he said yes, without hesitation, she had to excuse herself from the room, eyes shining.
It was maddening. A purgatory of what-ifs that everyone except him was experiencing. The only ‘what-if’ Katsuki was concerned with was whether or not—if he was just a little stronger, had been able to land even just one more hit— Izuku would’ve been able to keep his quirk. But that’s for him. He keeps it close and inside and it’s no one else’s problem.
Now that he’s out—lounging in his dorm room after a less harrowing round of greetings from all the others, who didn’t know the situation and thus couldn’t feel guilty or grieve about it—it’s louder, the way he likes it. Normal.
Kirishima and Kaminari are wrestling somewhere loud enough for him to hear them jeering at each other. Iida’s yelling at someone for leaving a mess in the kitchen. It loosens something that had scabbed over in Katsuki’s chest.
There’s a knock at his door.
Sero? Possibly, but he would’ve thought he was with Kirishima and Kaminari, filming or something ‘for posterity’. It’s not Todoroki, his self-proclaimed ‘best friend’, because he’s at the hospital visiting his brother.
Before he can stand and open the door, it creaks forward and a bright green eye stares at him through the crack.
“Kacchan?”
Izuku.
Katsuki sighs and shakes his head.
“What was the point of knocking if you were just gonna come in anyway?”
He doesn’t say, ‘leave’ or ‘get out’ or ‘beat it, Deku!’. Izuku’s mouth quirks into a half-smile as he opens the door the rest of the way and steps inside.
“I thought you might be sleeping. I know it’s been a hard few weeks.”
Katsuki scoffs. And another one. Fucking- doubting him. Of course he's exhausted, sleeping is almost impossible right now and people haven’t stopped walking on eggshells around him. Doesn’t mean he’s going to be a pussy about it. He’s going to prove to them that he’s just as he’s always been, that he doesn’t need the goddamn kid gloves.
“Don’t start. I don’t need your fucking pity.”
“It’s not pity, Kacchan.” Izuku’s voice hardens. “I’m not here for you.”
And what a bewilderingly contradictory statement. He’s in Katsuki’s room. What else could he possibly be there for?
“What-“
He doesn’t manage to voice his incredulity before Izuku is on top of him, clinging tight, but gingerly, around his sides and burying his face into his neck. Katsuki nearly flinches back into his pillow with the suddenness of it.
“Deku- what the hell-“
Izuku breathes deep and reaches blindly up to clamp a hand over Katsuki’s mouth.
“Shut up. Give me a minute. And call me Izuku, I know you can.”
Katsuki, too shocked with his words and actions to do otherwise, gives him a minute. Izuku simply lies there, curled over him, and breathes. He matches his inhales to Katsuki’s and taps out the slow thrum of his heart against his hip. Hypnotizing. It’s surprisingly peaceful, and before long Katsuki finds himself lulled into a hazy, half-awake state.
Finally, Izuku speaks, voice hushed.
“You don’t- I don’t think you get it, Kacchan. You didn’t have to see yourself.” He shivers, and Katsuki finds himself raising his own arms to pull him closer towards his own heat.
“Your eyes… Empty. Dull. Dead. It was your body, but I knew you weren’t in there anymore. Someone—Shigaraki—had torn you out.” Something wet splashes against Katsuki’s neck, startling him. Izuku is crying.
“But I’m fine, now. I’m back. Edgeshot saved me.” Katsuki says, haltingly. His voice struggles over the word ‘saved’ but it’s the truth. He had to be saved. Because he couldn’t hold his own.
Izuku shakes his head and presses impossibly closer.
“I know that. I just- I just need to make sure.”
And Katsuki understands. More than anyone, he thinks, he knows exactly what’s running through Izuku’s mind right now. The nauseating mix of helplessness and self hatred.
“Okay.” He says. Then, a crackling whisper, so quiet that it’s only because Izuku is so close that he’s able to hear it. “I’m sorry.”
Izuku’s arms tighten, for a fraction of a second, around him before he pushes himself up. Katsuki swears there’s lightning in his eyes when they look at each other.
“Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that. You literally died because of me-“ His voice cuts off into sobs. Katsuki watches, dismayed, as another wave of tears begins cresting down his cheeks. Ah, shit.
Katsuki raises his good hand to hover over Izuku’s teary cheeks. Callously, and without much tact, his thumb smears some of the wetness from beneath his eyes. It doesn’t really do anything, and he curses himself for trying.
“Izuku, look, I-“ He tries to pull his hand back but Izuku snatches it from the air and presses it back against his cheek. There’s a wobbly smile building on his lips. Katsuki can hardly bear to look at it.
“It wasn’t your fault. I should’ve-“
“No.” Izuku says, turning to press Katsuki’s pulse point against his face, where he can feel his heart beat. “If it isn’t my fault, then it isn’t yours.”
Katsuki can’t bring himself to agree, yet. Not verbally. But he wants, desperately, for Izuku to stop crying so he nods, once, very stiffly.
Izuku’s teeth glint as his mouth stretches into a real grinning laugh. It feels like staring directly at the sun. Katsuki can’t look away.
“Alright. I’ll take that.” Izuku settles back onto Katsuki’s chest, ear pressed to his shirt as his hands migrate back to cage Katsuki beneath him. Like a blanket, or armor, his weight is familiar to Katsuki, soothing.
“Don’t move.”
Now it’s Katsuki’s turn to chuckle. As if he could. Izuku cracks an eye open to watch him.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Another bkdk after the leaks so,,, SPOILERS 🧨🥦 boys need to talk
Part of Katsuki wishes he’d stayed dead. At least, then, he wouldn’t have to watch Izuku struggle through losing a quirk he had worked so goddamn hard to master. That still had so much potential.
And, well, he’s a little tired. He’d done something good. Helpful. Kept Shigaraki’s attention away from the others for a bit. Bought some time.
He did what he could, and it wasn’t enough, and he’d made his peace with that. Dying for Izuku was infinitely easier than living like this. Weak, and injured, and liable to cry at any moment, or stray word.
Izuku needs Katsuki to be strong, and Katsuki is failing him.
There are embers. There’s a spark, a possibility, but Izuku isn’t letting himself hope. Katsuki wishes he would, that he’d stop looking so goddamned sad all the time. His eyes were meant to shine.
The hope is heavy, and it hurts a little, but Katsuki has done much worse for Izuku. To Izuku. So he holds it for him, until he’s ready to pick it up himself. He asks about the embers often, little nudges to remind him that it’s not over, yet. Not if he doesn’t let it be.
Izuku tolerates it, the first few times, but he gets snappy after a while, defensive. Katsuki recognizes himself in it, and wonders when they’d started acting so much like each other. But he keeps on because Izuku had never given up on him, not through years of his terrible attitude. He can do this, at least. At the bare fucking minimum.
His arm heals, slowly, but it still hurts when it rains; his chest, too. No one lets him participate in clean-up or relief efforts until he gets an OK from the doctor. Izuku drifts into himself, pulling back from the class, talking less. Katsuki can only watch as he isolates himself, prepares to leave because he can only believe in a sure thing, not measly embers. Katsuki gets it. Getting his hopes up for nothing would break him. But it seems like he’s already breaking, anyway.
Katsuki has quieted, too, but for medical reasons. Although, after the initial shock, he’s found he likes how his classmates treat him for it. They’re tactful, don’t try to rile him. The anger is still there, but it simmers, and most of it is for himself. Whys and what-ifs, internal beratements for not being man enough to actually talk to Izuku, when the other boy had given so much of himself to make Katsuki good. When he’d saved the fucking world.
Part of him is annoyed at Izuku’s refusal to want something for himself, too busy jumping around to help with relief efforts, clinging to the vestiges of a world he’s already counted himself out of. Makes him grind his teeth at night, ‘til his jaw’s sore.
Everything comes to a head—not on the battlefield, not standing opposite one another in a dying city—in the kitchen. Katsuki wanders in, thinking of the ingredients on his shelf, what he could make from them in bulk enough to feed the leeches, and finds Izuku staring up at a jar just slightly out of reach.
Before Katsuki can speak up, offer to grab it for him while dodging accusations of pity—God, is this what he was like?—Izuku bends his knees, once, twice, and jumps. In a fluid set of movements, the jar is snatched off the shelf and he lands, cat-like, on his feet.
Fa Jin. That had looked exactly like Fa Jin, and Katsuki swears there was something green and crackling around his ankles. He almost wants to laugh- how does Izuku not see it? Instead, he asks, “That was the embers, wasn’t it?”
Izuku startles, but nothing more than a slight flinch of his shoulders acknowledges Katsuki’s presence.
“I told you to stop with that.” He says, voice low. Katsuki shrugs and steps further into the room, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“Just telling it like I see it. That looked like Fa Jin.”
Izuku snarls and whirls on him.
“Do you like rubbing it in? Fuck, Bakugo, I thought we were past this.”
‘Bakugo’ hurts. Stings and aches somewhere shallow, close to the surface. But he deserves it. Deserves more than that, really, so he takes it on the chin and lets it roll through him. Katsuki averts his eyes.
“I’m not trying to rub anything in, Izuku. Just wish you’d stop taking this shit lying down. There’s a chance. What happened to the Izuku who only needed that much? Who’d reach out and dig his nails into any scrap of a something?” His voice cracks halfway through. Izuku smiles, but there’s no joy in the expression.
“I don’t know what you want from me. ‘That Izuku’ went to war. He couldn’t save anyone. Maybe he’s realizing he’s not cut out for this.”
Katsuki sneers.
“Cut the shit. You’re scared, I get it, but don’t you ever tell me you don’t want to be a hero. Don’t fucking lie.”
“They’re embers! Just embers!” Izuku laughs, a little hysterically. “I can’t be a hero with a dying quirk.”
He’s tugging at his hair, curling in on himself in a way Katsuki hasn’t seen in years. He hates the look of it on him. Wishes he wasn’t the one making him do it, again. It’s necessary, he tells himself, he needs to hear this. Doesn’t make doing it feel any better.
“Embers become flames if you fan them, if you coax them back. You can still be a hero, you just need to start believing that. Stop stifling yourself!” Katsuki takes a deep, watery breath, stepping forward and clutching at his chest, as if that will push the emotions bubbling up back inside. Stupid tear-ducts, it’s like they’re on a hair-trigger these days. At least with Izuku.
“Stop giving up!” He gasps, gritting his teeth to try and stop himself from crying. It’s pointless, trickles of warmth carve their way down his cheeks, thin and slow.
“Fuck.” He mutters to himself, swiping at his eyes and turning his head. Izuku needs to focus on himself right now, not another pathetic mess of tears.
“Kac-Katsuki.” Izuku stumbles, shell-shocked by the sudden shift. This is exactly what Katsuki didn’t want.
“Fuck off.” He says. “Just- just think about it.”
And without even attempting to check his shelf or start preparing dinner—it can wait an hour or two, until he’s calmed down, until Izuku’s left—he turns to leave the room. They’re not getting anywhere. He’s said what he needs to say and it’s up to Izuku whether or not he’ll listen. As much as he fucking hates it, he can’t do more than that. He’s never been good with words, anyway.
Just as he makes it to the doorway, something tugs on his wrist. Too thin to be fingers, more like a rope, but not nearly coarse enough for that, either. It’s familiar, very familiar, but he- that can’t be right. He stops in his tracks.
“Kacchan.” Izuku’s breathless voice sounds from behind him, all previous frustration gone from it. Katsuki furrows his brows and turns his head, slightly, enough to see behind him from the corner of his eye.
Izuku is standing a few feet away, hand outstretched towards him. A thin, black ribbon protrudes from his palm, extending to where it’s wrapped tight around Katsuki’s wrist. Blackwhip. It’s the first true sign that Izuku’s quirk is not all lost. They both stare at the line connecting them, but Katsuki’s gaze quickly wanders. He already knew Izuku was capable of this. He looks into the other boy’s eyes, searching for that spark, and he is not disappointed.
A tiny, glinting shine has come back to his irises, highlighting the green ever so slightly into a bright, clear happiness.
“What’d I tell you, nerd.” Katsuki says, just the slightest bit fond. He presses his fingers to the tendril still curled around his wrist. Izuku’s gaze snaps up to him and he grins. Before Katsuki can ask what the look on his face is about, Izuku thrusts his other hand forward and another tendril unfurls, drifting towards Katsuki and wrapping around his waist.
Izuku then pulls both hands toward himself, hurtling Katsuki towards him at speeds the blond hasn’t felt in far too long. He can’t help the smile creeping onto his lips.
“Thank you.” Izuku whispers, wrapping Katsuki in his arms as soon as he’s in range. Katsuki has to scoff.
“I didn’t do anything.”
Izuku just squeezes tighter. “I couldn’t do this without you. I don’t know what I’d do if- if I ever had to.”
Now that’s just not at all what they were talking about. Something hot and wriggling awakens in Katsuki’s stomach.
“Fuck off.” Then, taking courage from the fact that he doesn’t have to look in Izuku’s eyes as he says this, “And- I- you did save me. Way before I. Y’know.” It’s choppy, near incomprehensible, but Izuku understands. Before he died.
Something warm and wet drips onto Katsuki’s shoulder. Fucking finally. The crybaby needs it. It’s not platitudes, and Izuku knows better than to accuse Katsuki of something like that. Katsuki only says exactly what he means. And it seemed like Izuku needed to hear it.
Can’t go around thinking every goddamn thing is his fault when it isn’t.
Finally, after a few minutes of unsettlingly quiet crying, Izuku speaks.
“Still. You died because of me. I can’t forget that. It’s the second time you’ve put your life on the line for my sake and I can’t- I don’t think I could handle a third.”
His voice is slow, careful around the words as if he’s thought through them a million times. Katsuki sighs, closing his eyes.
“I’d do it again. Will do it again, if I need to. I’m not going to apologize for that, and I’m not going to promise not to.”
Izuku pulls away, brows furrowed as he steps back to look at Katsuki.
“You can’t just throw your life away-“
“It’s not throwing it away if I’m stepping in for a purpose, shithead.”
Still, Izuku shakes his head.
“It is! I don’t care what you’ve told yourself to justify it, I don’t want you to do that anymore. It scares me.”
Emotions keep bobbing up and down in Katsuki’s chest, like buoys in a storm. He scratches at his elbow, unable to meet Izuku’s eyes. They weren’t here to talk about him. They should be celebrating Izuku’s breakthrough, not wasting time with this.
“Izuku, I told you- it’s fine. It’s my life. I choose what I do with it.”
“But that’s just it, it’s my life, too, shouldn’t I get a say in what happens?”
Katsuki grinds his teeth against each other. Now that he’s not shrouded in gloom, Izuku’s back to being just as stubborn and insufferable as ever.
“That’s not the same. Idiot. You’re going to be the next ‘symbol of peace’ or whatever. Fuckton of potential.”
Izuku tilts his head. “What, and you don’t have potential?”
Katsuki looks away.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re joking. Kacchan-“
“I’m injured. It’ll only get worse with time, Izuku. And my quirk can only do so much. Shigaraki was able to kill me because I wasn’t strong enough. If I keep going like this, I won’t be able to get much stronger before I bite it. Might as well use what I’ve got to do something. Make up for the bullshit. I had a lot of time to think, after our talk in the hospital. I’ve made my peace with a life like that. I think it’s a worthwhile goal, keeping you alive.”
Izuku isn’t speaking, but a new wave of tears has started streaming down his face as he shakes his head, frantically. See, this is what Katsuki was trying to avoid. He only looks like that because Katsuki had opened his big fat mouth and ruined the moment. Fuck. He cringes at himself and is gearing up to switch the conversation to something less catastrophic when Izuku speaks.
“Shut up.” He says, voice ragged. “God, shut up. What happened to being the strongest?” When Katsuki doesn’t answer, he continues, nearly snarling. “You want to make up for your shit? Stay alive, then, asshole. Fuck.” He scrubs at his cheeks, muttering to himself. “Right after I fucking told you I couldn’t live without you?”
Katsuki doesn’t think he’s seen Izuku curse like this, well, ever. Maybe he’s rubbing off on him? All he can do is stare, dumbstruck, trying to parse through the words. It’s not like- he isn’t trying to die, it’s just that if it came down to it, and it was his life or Izuku’s, the choice would be easy, he’d make it in an instant.
Katsuki scrubs a hand through his hair. “Okay. Alright, let’s drop this-“
But Izuku isn’t having it. “Promise me.”
“I’ll- fucking- do my best.” Is all Katsuki can manage. Izuku watches him for another minute, dubious, before accepting that’s the best he’s going to get.
With a disbelieving laugh, Katsuki straightens, digging the heel of his palms into his eyes.
“Shit. We weren’t supposed to get into all this at once. Just wanted you to get your spine back.”
There’s a warmth against the back of his neck as Izuku pulls him in for another hug. He can’t find it in himself to protest. It’s just the two of them, and he kind of likes it.
“Thank you, Kacchan.”
The thanks curdles in Katsuki’s gut, unearned and unwanted.
“Don’t thank me yet, I’m enlisting you to help with dinner, now. Since you’re already here.”
Izuku laughs and it feels like fireworks against Katsuki’s ear. He’s missed that sound.
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Yeah!!!
I JUST SPENY THE LAST 10 MINUTES CRYING OVER A KIDS SHOW THEY TOOK AARAVOS'S DAUGHTER AND RAYLA MEETS RUNAAN IN THE SPIRIT REALM AND RELEASES HIM REMINDER WE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR HIM TO BE OUR FOR LIKE THREE OR FOUR GODDAMN SEASONS AND THEY DON'T EVEN SHOW RUNAAN AND ETHARIS REUNION?! JUST LETTING Y'ALL KNOW THAT IF YOU DO NOT SHOW THE REUNION I WILL THROW BRICKS. I WILL. NOT EVEN A RUTHARI DRAWING AT THE END OF THE EPISODE?!?!? SERIOUSLY?!?!?!?! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR LIKE 3 YEARS DAWG. IJWJSKANANAMAJAKANAMSNSAK UGHHH AHAUA
Runaan x Ethari <3
Everyone is talking about Alucard saying "God shits in my dinner once again" but remember that Trevor never said it in his company as far as we know so they really do just share the same braincell and every time it hits a corner Alucard continues his downward spiral.
Mace Windu lives... WM