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chibiauthorchan · 26 days

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chibiauthorchan · 2 years

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if ever you find symbolism in my writing please tell me i’d like to know about it too

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chibiauthorchan · 2 years

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*blows dust off blog* So, anyone interested in extremely self indulgent MCU insert fic?

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chibiauthorchan · 4 years

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Dearly Departed

Written for @dekatsu after being inspired by this post. It’s your fault. Also, there’s a high chance this could become multi-chaptered if received well enough. Also yay, my first BNHA piece!

Word count: 751 Warnings: Major Character Death Summary: At a time in his life where hope seemed to be a ghost of the past, Izuku stumbles upon a late t quirk that shows him another ghost. Pairing: None (Platonic BakuDeku, for now at least) Chapter 2 ~~~~~~~~

It’s his fault. That’s all Izuku could think as he watched the same sludge villain that targeted him not so long ago attack someone new. It’s all that crossed his mind when it felt like years passed as no one did anything to help. No other thought could even be considered as All Might made one last-ditch attempt to rescue the victim. It was the only thing that echoed in his head as the villain fled from the sight of the number one hero before leaving behind a corpse with all too familiar blond hair. A shocking revelation that brought him to his knees.

The only other idea that Izuku could even entertain was “That should have been me.”

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#delete later #chapter 2 is now up!#yay #platonic bakudeku #platonic bkdk #ghost au

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chibiauthorchan · 4 years

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Dearly Departed: Chapter 2

Word count: 840 Warnings: (Past) Major Character Death Summary: At a time in his life where hope seemed to be a ghost of the past, Izuku stumbles upon a latent quirk that shows him another ghost. Pairing: None (Platonic BakuDeku, for now at least) Chapter 1 ~~~~~~~~

“Deku! Oi, Deku! ... DEKU!!!”

A head of curly green hair suddenly jolted up only to be smacked with a thick manila folder stuffed full of official documents. Wincing at the pain he looked up to the now-familiar sight of the ghost of his childhood friend smirking down at him. It wasn’t hard to deduce that he’d fallen asleep at his desk yet again, what more with work on top of him this time. It’s wasn’t a rare occurrence.

“Finally,” Katsuki’s ghost breathed out a sigh, “You know it’s a miracle you made lead detective, even with my help.” The spirit shook his head before helping himself up onto the wooden desk feeling absolutely no remorse as he made more room for himself by sweeping off stray papers.

“Kacchan, it’s not fair that you criticize me for having a messy office when you make your fair share of the mess.” Truth be told there was absolutely no reason that paperwork was now strewn about. It had been discovered years ago that Katsuki could not only interact with simple objects in the living world but could also phase through anything he chooses.

“Think of it this way, it’ll get your ass out of that chair.” The other’s words were as smug as ever. All the Police Detective could do was sigh in response. He didn’t even get the chance to respond before his office door was being opened.

“Hey Midoriya, you up?” The sight of shoulder-length black hair, tied back in a small tail, came through the crack in the doorway. Red eyes caught sight of the detective sitting at his desk which prompted a sharp-toothed smile as he stepped into the office the rest of the way. Enter Kirishima Eijiro, head of the K-9 unit for the Musutafu police department.

“I'm up,” Midoriya responded, (making an attempt at) running a hand through his mess of hair, “Sorry Kirishima, I hope you weren't waiting for me to wake for long.”

“Don't sweat it,” The shark-toothed smile widened at that, “Everyone knows you work your ass off here every day. It's no problem if you ask me. I was just heading in this direction and was asked to hand off some files for you the tech guys pulled up. Wanted to make sure they made it inside your office at least.”

Izuku gave his thanks and took the requested information off the K-9 officer's hands. With that, they both parted ways with a promise to talk off the clock some other time. As soon as Eijiro was out of earshot the detective let out a held breath and his posture slumped as he relaxed. He set the new file of papers to go through aside before once again resting his head in arms he'd folded atop the desk.

“I had that dream again Kacchan,” He mumbled aloud. That in itself made the ghost freeze up. The two had this unspoken agreement between them not to talk about the day Katsuki had shown up again or the two-week-long gap between when the blond had died and when he came back. While they wouldn’t actively talk about it, both of them were well aware of how sensitive a topic that time, and dreams of it, could be even as a little over a decade had passed.

At a loss for words for once in his (after)life, Katsuki made no moves to reply in any way. The tense silence was only broken moments later when Izuku let out a breathy chuckle. “I’m glad Kacchan woke me when he did. It would have been bad if I’d been caught napping again.” It was what was left unsaid that they both knew mattered much more than being found sleeping on the job.

Katsuki had no memories when he’d first appeared. Seeing the look of confusion on the ash blond’s face at a, once, all too familiar nickname hurt Izuku almost as much as it had the day of the incident. Almost like losing Kacchan twice. Over time, he’d expected the apparition to simply disappear, thinking it was nothing more than an illusion his brain cooked up in a panicked attempt to bring him some sense of comfort. Only when the memories started slowly coming back months later did Izuku realize that not only was this real, but he finally found out that he wasn’t quirkless after all.

“Tsk, yeah well, leave it to a shitty nerd to keep hanging onto the past. I'm here now idiot; and it's not like I could leave, even if I wanted to.” The grumble and scowl on Katsuki hadn't changed, but the years had rounded out some of his edges. His vocabulary was one thing he stubbornly refused to change, even if he was getting better emotionally. Still, though he didn't say it explicitly, Izuku understood the meaning.

“Sorry, I know it's scary. But I'm here, and I don't want to go again.”

“Thank you Kacchan,” The smile shown to the specter may not have been the widest, but it was genuine. After resting in the soft atmosphere of the moment he picked his head up and set to work. He had mysteries to solve, people to find, justice to serve, and outlaws to arrest.

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chibiauthorchan · 4 years

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I am a very good writer. Very professional. Am published in journal.

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chibiauthorchan · 4 years

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If you can’t think of anything to say about a fic, writers also like to know:

- what time it is

- how long you’ve been reading

- how many chapters you’ve covered in the last 24 hours

- what you were late for because you were reading

- the woeful few hours you have left to sleep

- the emotional outbreaks you’re experiencing

- the inappropriate place you’re having said outbreak

- the general public’s reaction to your outbreak

- how much phone battery you have left

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chibiauthorchan · 5 years

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Hiro Hamada with the Ultimate Writer Mood™

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chibiauthorchan · 5 years

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Dearly Departed

Written for @dekatsu after being inspired by this post. It’s your fault. Also, there’s a high chance this could become multi-chaptered if received well enough. Also yay, my first BNHA piece!

Word count: 751 Warnings: Major Character Death Summary: At a time in his life where hope seemed to be a ghost of the past, Izuku stumbles upon a late t quirk that shows him another ghost. Pairing: None (Platonic BakuDeku, for now at least)

This is a line break Tumblr you messed up my fic format how dare

It’s his fault. That’s all Izuku could think as he watched the same sludge villain that targeted him not so long ago attack someone new. It’s all that crossed his mind when it felt like years passed as no one did anything to help. No other thought could even be considered as All Might made one last-ditch attempt to rescue the victim. It was the only thing that echoed in his head as the villain fled from the sight of the number one hero before leaving behind a corpse with all too familiar blond hair. A shocking revelation that brought him to his knees.

The only other idea that Izuku could even entertain was “That should have been me.”

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chibiauthorchan · 5 years

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My mood currently.

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chibiauthorchan · 5 years

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You actually write something instead of just reading the prompts

#looks like I should get started on chapter 2 then

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chibiauthorchan · 5 years

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Dearly Departed

Written for @dekatsu after being inspired by this post. It’s your fault. Also, there’s a high chance this could become multi-chaptered if received well enough. Also yay, my first BNHA piece!

Word count: 751 Warnings: Major Character Death Summary: At a time in his life where hope seemed to be a ghost of the past, Izuku stumbles upon a late t quirk that shows him another ghost. Pairing: None (Platonic BakuDeku, for now at least) Chapter 2 ~~~~~~~~

It's his fault. That's all Izuku could think as he watched the same sludge villain that targeted him not so long ago attack someone new. It's all that crossed his mind when it felt like years passed as no one did anything to help. No other thought could even be considered as All Might made one last-ditch attempt to rescue the victim. It was the only thing that echoed in his head as the villain fled from the sight of the number one hero before leaving behind a corpse with all too familiar blond hair. A shocking revelation that brought him to his knees.

The only other idea that Izuku could even entertain was "That should have been me."

Suffocation, that was the official cause of death, and it made sense as the blond had been completely engulfed. The theory went that as the villain fled in panic he completely cut off Katsuki's airways. He'd been held for long enough before so that final push was all that it took. Izuku knew the feeling, the way your lungs burn while you want to scream for air; but you can't knowing that would only hasten your doom. He knows exactly how the blond felt in his final moments. The only difference was he knew what it was like to be saved. That haunted him.

Middle school graduation felt empty without Katsuki there. Surely the spitfire of a teen would have made a show of leaving behind their "shitty school" smugly waving his acceptance into U.A. in everyone's faces, all while boasting how he'd graduated top of the class. Without the Bakugo kid, no one paid attention to the “useless Deku”. That made attending a bit easier, knowing all eyes were off of him. But at the same time, it only made his guilt weigh heavier. Everything just got worse when the day of the funeral came.

A mere two weeks after the day his dreams had been crushed and his best friend ripped from his life Izuku was at the service. It rained that day. Fitting, since Katsuki would have insisted on having only the best, even if it meant that it would be the saddest. The whole thing almost felt like a hero's send-off. People who'd seen the news came to pay their respects. Izuku could have sworn he saw the skeleton of All Might's true form somewhere in the crowd. But overall, it was too much to take in.

The person he'd been chasing, the person he'd looked up to and admired was gone and it was all because of him. If he hadn't needed to be saved, if he hadn't insisted on clinging to All Might, if he hadn't held onto his stupid dreams like everyone told him not to... To say Izuku could barely hold himself together would be an understatement.

He cried, and his mother hugged him tight. But there was only so much that comfort could do for him. The rain soaked through his black suit. There was this need to feel something, even if it was just the chill of the cold rain seeping through his clothes. Not a word came from his mouth. Not during the service, not in the car ride home, not even in his thoughts as he collapsed onto his bed, still drenched from the weather.

"Heh, and what are you so down about, ya nerd?" A sudden voice from nowhere pulled Izuku's face from his pillow and the sight that greeted him nearly made him break down for the nth time that day.

A shimmering apparition with a look in his eyes sharp enough to cut right through you and hair that, deceptively, looked pointed enough to prick your finger on was standing at the foot of his bed. There was a smirk on that face, one he hadn't seen in months, or at least, one that hasn't been directed at him. Most puzzling at all, that face held an expression he hasn't seen for over ten years. There was no malice there, no bitter disgust, just that teasing smirk and a mischievous glint to those dark crimson eyes.

It was too good to be true, but that didn't stop Izuku. Just like he did before the greenette was clinging to the little hope there was with everything he had. He managed to resist scrambling across his bed but he still reached out a hand as he called out, scared yet desperate all the same.

"K-kacchan?"

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chibiauthorchan · 5 years

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yall haven’t written the next chapter of ur fanfic and it really shows

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chibiauthorchan · 5 years

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The best praise an artist can receive is the long, impassioned sort that gets deep into exactly what the commenter liked about their work and leaves them feeling warm and giddy all over.

The second-best is this:

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chibiauthorchan · 5 years

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artists: no one reblogs/retweets anymore! no one shares art anymore!! all my notes are from likes!!

writers:

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