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anchovy89freya · 9 months
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I made this for the Tdbk month~
Prompt was Anniversary ~<3
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2toplibrary · 9 months
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Life Goes On (But I Don't)
CW: MCD
Prompt: Anniversary
Shouto feels the gentle breeze rippling through the long stalks of grass, sending brown, dried-up leaves scattering in the wind.
It brings along with it the scent of rain that threatens to burst from the black clouds rolling above.
Shouto pays no heed to the warning signs. He's right where he wants, no, needs, to be.
It’s been a year. A long, lonely year. A year full of anger, grief and heartache. A year wasted on wishing upon millions of stars, each one equally heartfelt than the one before. A year of longing, of pining, of yearning.
A year of heartbreak, felt anew every morning. It dances between that realm of sleep and wakefulness; where once his life was full of vibrant colours and explosive emotions, now everything has faded to a landscape of eternal grey.
A stronger gust of wind buffets his body, whipping long strands of his hair off his ponytail.
Strangely enough, that short burst of power suddenly dies down and he feels it once more. 
The warmth despite the chill in the air just a moment ago.
The smell of caramel and spice in a small clearing within a forest, reminiscent of the scent that still faintly clung to the oversized hoodie that he’s wearing. 
The prickling at the back of his neck as if phantom fingers had just greeted him with a loving caress.
It’s gonna rain, dumbass. You’re gonna get sick. What? Think I won’t kick you in the ass just coz I’m not around?
A pause.
Shouto knows what's coming next.
You need to start taking better care of yourself, Halfie.
Shouto smiles and tilts his head up to the sky; his back laying firm against the headstone. He imagines a pair of red eyes locked on his. A scowl on a handsome face. A warm body lying on his lap.
Instead of that though, reality intrudes in the most bittersweet of ways.
It’s in the way he searches for the perfect bouquet of tulips before making his way to the peaceful forest today.
It’s in the way he purchases a bottle of sake to indulge in, knowing just what lies ahead.
It’s in the way he needs something beautiful for his heart and something numbing for his soul. 
"Hi, Katsuki,” Shouto whispers achingly, blinking back the moisture in his eyes.  
“I've missed you."
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anchovy89freya · 9 months
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Wedding photoshoot ~
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2toplibrary · 9 months
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2toplibrary · 8 months
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to you I can admit (everything, all of it) by todobakutodo hours (snowandfire)
(G, 1.5K, 1/1)
“Goodnight,” Shouto says, then caves to temptation and adds. “Katsuki.” Even saying it feels kind of daring. “Gʼnight, baby,” Bakugou says, low and soft. Heʼs said it once before too. That time Shouto wasnʼt sure he heard right.
or: Shouto calls Katsuki in the middle of the night | Prompt: When morning comes
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You're still written in the scars of my heart
#exestolovers
"What the h-" Katsuki stumbles and nearly falls from Shouto's sudden shove. Dammit, he scowls despite the ache spreading across his chest like wildfire, he thought they were past this, that Shouto was past this.
Guess not.
"You motherfucking bas-"
For the second time in as many seconds, Katsuki's words die abruptly in his throat. The air in his lungs seems to expand and he cannot breathe.
Time seems to pass by ever so slowly.
He sees the destruction around them; the overturned cars in the middle of the street, with smoke still rising from the mangled heap of steel. One of them had skidded and crashed against a fire hydrant and water gushes from it non stop.
The sky's a hazy orange from several fires roaring in the distance. Even from here, he can hear the muted roar of the flames, sending floating ashes dancing in the air.
He sees the remnants of Shouto's quirk where some villains are encased in a thick block of ice. Others are trapped against the wall further down the block, with sharp shards embedding themselves tightly into the villains' clothes and piercing through the bricks, barely leaving them with any allowance to move.
Water continues to flow down the street from the burst hydrant, sending small rivers meandering past his combat boots.
It is slick with gasoline and something thicker; the bright crimson tide finally jolting him out of his stupor.
It takes Katsuki several seconds to see all this.
It takes him much less to see Shouto lying on the road with an ever widening pool of blood seeping underneath his body.
"Shou!"
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