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itzairiii · 8 months ago

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RAAAAAAAAAAAH I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS I LOVE THISSSSSS SHAKES U

LITERALLY LIKE OMFGGGG THAT IS SO SAD AND EEEEEEE THEYRE SO PRECIOUS OMG TYSM I LOVE YOUUUU🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

ALSO YOU MAKE THE WORDS WORD SO INCREDIBLY WELL LIKE GIMME UR TALENT

SAD WET LITTLE BLADE IN THE RAIN WITH HIS KAFKA KEEPING HIM WARM AND SAFE THEYRE SO CUTEEEEE *dies in /pos*

SRSLY THO TYSM ILY YOU JUST MADE MY ENTIRE WEEK EVEN THO ITS FRIDAY AAAAAAA🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

A KariBaku prompt: Listen To Me

Because I can dawg(that was supposed to be longer judging by how I imagined it)

They have different quirks here(bc I can dawg)

@itzairiii heard karibaku is your otp, that one's for you

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Bakugou Katsuki — it's about uncontrollable destruction. About ground shaking, lightning striking through the air, blades slicing through reality and matter, destroying everything on their way. About fresh, warm blood spilling on the ground, making it slippery and sticky, about eyes matching the colour of the liquid as it gets on his face, soaking once white hair into red. It's about scars that don't heal, leaving the eternal marks on his body which are hidden under the bandages.

Bakugou Katsuki — it's about betrayal. About invisible knife that was just sharpened stabbing under the ribs, piercing the young heart again and again, about despair, about losing something you can't replace. About tons of forgotten wishes and dreams turning into ashes and disappearing in the silent abyss of nothing.

Bakugou Katsuki — it's about peace that is so much needed but never comes. It's about suffering that doesn't end. It's about hope that he himself threw away, knowing he can never take it back.

All his life is a search for a spot to rest the tired mind on.

He was blessed cursed the day he stared into the rainy sky with glassy eyes, holding his side and feeling the blood leaving his body, moveless, emotionless, almost breathless, with head empty with only the buzzling sound in his ears telling him about Death coming.

It didn't take him that day. It touched his shoulder, placed its hand on the wound, held it here and left, leaving Katsuki alone again.

It was always following him. Wrapping its arms around his head, messing with his thoughts, taking his sanity away day by day as he distanced himself from his classmates.

One one day he broke and fled. That was when the voices had finally shut up.

He was left alone again, but now he had only himself. His body. His mind.

"I heard thousands of stories about you, but never hoped to meet you."

This person who was holding an umbrella was unnaturally calm after seeing him take out the entire hero group in a matter of seconds. Their hair was matching his eyes: dark and deep.

Calming.

"You need an umbrella?"

He remained silent, the sword's blade in his hand still pulsating with dim dark purple light. They only chuckled and smiled softly.

"I'll take that as no, judging by your gaze."

They took a step forward — the blade flew up, pressing against the person's neck. They raised their hand, trying to get the sword down, but he remained still, increasing the pressure.

"Alright, I got you. Sorry."

He slowly lowered the blade to their torso, watching them step back where they were. They were, indeed, strange. All calm and smiley against the villain who was wanted dead or alive in the entire world.

"Please, listen to me."

And he suddenly felt nothing but calmness fill his mind and body as he dropped on his knee, his head hung low and the arm with a sword touching the ground. The rain stopped — they walked closer, the umbrella covering both the person and him. He saw them kneel in front of him, pushing the hair from his face aside so gently that it sent goosebumps down his spine, their fingers travelling to his neck and on his shoulder, caressing it. Then they spoke in a quiet, soothing voice:

"I have no intention to hurt you and do anything bad. How can I call you? What's your name?"

He shook his head, backing up a bit — just so little that they wouldn't have to reach out their hand for him.

"I don't remember it."

"Well, if so..." they looked to the sword he was holding, "may I call you Blade?"

Blade?..

...Sounds not so bad.

New-named Blade nodded as the person finally revealed theirselves too:

"My name is Kariage, but you can refer to me as Kafka, if you like that more."

Blade nodded again. The sword dissipated, and Kafka took his hand, rubbing the palm softly. The umbrella seemed to levitate on its own as he carefully pulled Blade closer, ruffling the once spiky, now only a little bit curly, hair and rubbling soothing circles into his shoulders.

And for the first time in years Blade let his guard down, closing his eyes and allowing Kafka to pull him into a warm, safe hug, relaxing against another man's shoulder. For a moment he waited for Kafka to push him away and wake up in the middle of the rain, but that didn't seem to end. Kariage's palms were taking the pain away and-

— giving him the peace he was looking for.

Yes, maybe he could become addicted, but if that is the price for that — yes, he would sacrifice himself for it.

And if Death wants to mess his life up again — well, Blade will see it try.

#MY BOISSSSS #ILY #YOUR WRITING #*SCREAMS*

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intru-lo-ceit · 5 years ago

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KAJDSJISNXIWJSNSS OH MY GOSH THERES A SEQUEL I LOVED THISSSSSS AAAAAAA

Intruloceit, ‘that one with the handouts’, A Sequel

Follow up to THIS

AO3

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Logan, the poor mite, had to wait an entire full twenty-four hour dawn to dusk day before getting any hint of a response to his dramatic (but well put together and researched) crush confession-slash-presentation. A whole day. That’s a lot to a teenager dealing with a very big gay crush on two of their classmates, and Logan felt every second of it as they ticked laboriously on by…

It wasn’t deliberate; Dee and Remus had actually spent a fair amount of time debating the various options and figuring out not only how they felt but also how to go about explaining and/or acting on it. And they’d come to the conclusion that Logan’s ah, unique method of confessing deserved something spectacular in return. But when the next morning rolled around and they had to race to school they still hadn’t planned anything.

Remus had waved and Dee nodded at the jittery nerd the single time they’d passed him in the corridor during class, and then sequestered away in the same classroom as before over first break and during the free period that Remus had that Dee should have been doing study hall in but just… wasn’t. But by the time lunch rolled around, and yes- the full twenty four hours had passed- they were ready.

A quick trip over to hang out by the cafeteria proved fruitful when Dee spotted Logan trudging down the hallway with his head hanging low. He nearly walked straight into Dee, paying so little attention to where he was going, and burst into unintelligible stammering when he jerked his head up to find the source of the impassable wall he’d come across. “This way, cutie,” Dee grinned, jerking his head and walking off without looking to see if Logan was following, which he of course was. “We heard your proposition yesterday, and I gotta say- those were some nice looking graphs. What did you use?”

The genuine curiosity in Dee’s voice surprised Logan into actually replying. “Oh um, just google sheets, you just gotta, um, play with the settings and- um?!”

The classroom they’d ducked into contained one beaming Remus, holding a giant posterboard. Well, a big sheet of colourful A2 bedecked with writing and printed out images that had been hastily glued on. Logan fell a little bit more in love on the spot.

“Ta-da!” Remus crowed, shaking the poster to make a wobbling sound before Dee scolded him for jeopardising their efforts. “This is our ‘okay we will date you’ poster! Dee take the floor honey bunch.”

Dee slid forwards as Remus did a dramatic gesture that made Logan giggle helplessly. The couple glanced at each other in the wake of that particular sound, sharing a wide eyed look, and then Dee set off on their prepared response.

They would date him, they’d decided, because he seemed fun and interesting. They reserved the right to change their minds, either or both, and would like to (Dee’s idea) make sure to do a weekly or bi-weekly debrief to make sure all communication was open and clear to everyone. They’d (Dee, again) read Logan’s notes and research and hadn’t quite decided whether the idea of a triangle or a ‘throuple’ was more appealing, and would like to experiment with both. And then Dee handed over a little stack of papers of his own, a little shyer as he explained that he was actually mostly ace and still needed to figure out where he sat on the scale, so that was a different and separate matter for Logan to learn about. Remus rubbed his boyfriend’s arm when he stood back by him after that, and Dee relaxed again.

“So, what do you think?” Remus asked, when the nerd had been quiet for a little too long for comfort. “We thought you might like the poster and the style and stuff. Was it too much?”

Logan blinked up at them from the papers he’d been absorbed in. “Hm? Oh! Oh goodness. Shit, I mean- yes! Of course I like it. It’s not too much, I- did you really do all of this just for me?” They nodded. “Well, that’s- wow.”

Wow was good. “We can work with wow,” Dee remarked, smile creeping back onto his face. “And how about we start off with going and having some lunch in the quad? I brought my wallet, my treat.”

It was a good thing class was out for break because when Logan shyly grinned and agreed, Remus whooped so loud it would’ve been heard up and down the corridor.

A resounding success.

#💙💛💚#fic

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