13 Apr 2018
Izuku was enjoying his day off when a de-aging quirk hits his boyfriend, now his boyfriend is a 5 years old and somehow many secrets are revealed as he waits for his Kacchan to turn back into normal...
20 May 2018
Izuku Midoriya takes the same train to and from school Monday through Friday, morning and night. His only company during these lonesome hours comes in the form of another boy his age—a teen with scarred hands and blood gem eyes, a stranger with ash-blond hair who walks in a shroud of danger and mystery.
"Would you stop with that fucking muttering, idiot?"
And before Izuku can find his footing, his life becomes a full-blown collision course thanks to walking cannonball Katsuki Bakugou.
(And along the way he may have found the missing fuel to his fire).
17 Jan 2021
Izuku zooms in to get a better look, and drops the phone square on his face. He picks it up again only to realize with profound horror that he has somehow liked the photo. With his stupid, clumsy nose. So Izuku accidentally liked a photo on his ex-best-friend/bully/schoolhood crush’s Instagram. It’s not a big deal. Everything is fine.
Message request from @bakusatsuou
In which Izuku and Katsuki lose touch in middle school, but reconnect when Izuku sees Katsuki tagged in one of his future roommate Kirishima's posts. It's all downhill (uphill?) from there.
07 Jun 2018
It wasn’t supposed to turn out this way.
The thought crossed his mind at a million miles a second as the Berserker Prince Bakugou looked down on him, in the most literal sense. He was just supposed to deliver a message to the prince but if the prince kept on glaring down upon him like a rat under his boot he was sure that he'd meet his doom soon. What happened to the saying "DON'T kill the messenger"?
Well, he'd learn from the prince himself that the he does have the decency to take heed of the saying, but there's no saying stating you shouldn't or couldn't fuck the fiery messenger boy with green hair and eyes.
- Part 1 of I Write Fantasies Not Tragedies
14 Jul 2018
A kiss at midnight (it's been a long time coming).
Izuku’s lips quirk. “Are you happy, Kacchan. With me?”
For a horrible, fleeting moment, Katsuki considers shrugging it off. Trying for nonchalance, apathy. But Izuku’s too smart for that, deserves better than that. He’d see through it. Or worse, his face would crumple and he’d back off. And Katsuki has never felt more like he’s being tenderly urged to pieces, layer by layer, by the light pressure of Izuku looking at him with scant centimeters between them. So he tells the truth, because the truth is the only thing he knows, the only thing he can trust about himself and all of his inconceivable wants.
“Yeah,” he rasps, “I’m happy.”
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26 Jan 2021