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FILL - BakuDeku Avengers Endgame AU
(Anonymous) 2019-05-26 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)It isn't until a pair of heavy cleated boots collide with the chest of one of the villains that he finally looks up. A flash of green whizzes past his head, and then two gloved fists strike the faces of the other two villains attacking Katsuki. They crumple like puppets with their strings cut, no match for force behind the blows, and Katsuki stares blankly down at their prone figures. There's only one person who can deliver a blow like that—
"Kacchan!" The voice of a ghost rings out, beautiful and excited, and suddenly sound is registering in Katsuki's mind again. The word echoes in his mind, immediately drawing him back to the last time he heard it five years ago—
"Kacchan," Izuku says, and he sounds weak and frail in a way he hasn't in years. Katsuki glances over just in time to watch Izuku fall to the ground, arms outstretched, reaching for him. "Kacchan, I don't feel so good," he gasps, and then his arms are disappearing and his legs have turned to dust and his face is cracking and he's gone, he's gone, he's gone—
It has been five years since Izuku last said 'Kacchan'—has last said anything, for that matter—but he pops into Katsuki's line of sight with a beaming grin that belies his disappearance. His freckled face is the same as it always had been, expressive and bright and brimming with life. His eyes—those beautiful, hypnotizing, vibrant green eyes that Katsuki had lost himself in so many times—are blown wide and he's blinking up at Katsuki, already speaking frantically.
"Kacchan, wow, you look so different! Not bad different, though. I like your haircut; it's suits you! I almost didn't believe it when they said it had been five years, but you do look a little older—"
Izuku is beaming as he speaks, his hands waving frantically around himself as he explains what had happened. He's asking question after question, hardly seeming to realize that Katsuki has been staring blankly at him the entire time. Katsuki is unable to believe his eyes or his ears as the ghost of the man he loves rambles on about his crazy adventure. He drinks Izuku in, committing every last adorable freckle to memory, searing his happy voice into his brain so that he can never, never be forced to live without it again.
Katsuki's hands hook around the back of Izuku's neck and he drags the man into him, crashing their lips together in a desperate kiss before he can think better of it. Izuku lets out a muffled cry of shock against his lips, but Katsuki doesn't budge. He wrenches Izuku closer until there isn't a single centimeter of space between them and he can feel the heave of Izuku's chest against his own, the brush of his messy green curls against his cheek, the little gasp Izuku releases as he stumbles into him. Katsuki burns the moment into his brain, considers getting it tattooed to the back of his eyelids just in case.
When Katsuki finally pulls away, he can't bear to let Izuku go. Deku shuffles back a step with a shaky smile on his face and Katsuki instinctively reaches out and grips his wrist, holding him there, keeping him close. Izuku is uncharacteristically silent, apparently having been rendered speechless by the display of affection. Katsuki can’t blame him. When he disappeared, they’d been reluctant allies. (Well, Katsuki had been reluctant—years of resentment toward Izuku weren’t so easy to erase, even when half of the planet was in danger). It took watching Izuku dissolve before his very eyes for Katsuki to realize that a life without him wasn’t a life at all.
"You were gone," Katsuki says at last, and steps forward, back into Izuku's space, desperate to be as close to him as he can. He reaches out with his free hand and cups Izuku's cheek. The man doesn't flinch away as Katsuki had always imagined he would should he ever have the opportunity to be this close again, just stares at him in wide-eyed confusion. As always, Izuku shatters every one of Katsuki’s expectations without even knowing it.
"Kacchan—"
"You were gone for five fucking years," Katsuki repeats, voice cracking pathetically as he forces the words out. "Don't—you can't do that again, ever. You're too important, you hear me? Everyone needed you, I—fuck. I needed you," he finishes. His crimson eyes are prickling with unwanted tears, his lips trembling pathetically.
Izuku’s face goes from shock to surprise to worry all in the span of seconds. Finally, his expression softens and a small, gentle smile comes to his face. "I'm sorry, Kacchan. I won't go away again," he promises gently, patiently, like he always had been with Katsuki.
Katsuki has known it for a long time, but Izuku's unyielding kindness makes him realize all over again just how much he doesn't deserve him. Izuku, who has admired him since they were children. Izuku, who was patient with him even when Katsuki was at his worst. Izuku, who grew up strong and heroic and incredible despite all of the time Katsuki spent trying to prove that he was none of those things.
"Don't—don't fucking apologize," Katsuki stutters out, voice becoming more uneven by the second. "You don't have anything to apologize for, it's me who should be saying that shit. Fuck, Izuku, I'm so fucking sorry." Once the words are out, its like he can't stop saying them. Five years of resentment and love and loss hit him all at once and he collapses into Izuku, burying his face in the crook of the man's neck. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Izuku runs his scarred fingers through Katsuki’s hair as if he’s done it a million times. "It's okay, Kacchan," he murmurs. "Let's talk later. Right now we have a fight to win, right?" He says, glancing around. The fighting had stalled in all of the confusion, but it's far from over.
Katsuki raises his head, wipes at his eyes, and nods. Then he leans in and kisses Izuku again for good measure. "Don't you dare fucking get yourself killed."
Izuku grins, and they rush side-by-side into battle.
Re: FILL - BakuDeku Avengers Endgame AU
(Anonymous) 2019-05-28 05:29 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL - BakuDeku Avengers Endgame AU
(Anonymous) 2019-07-12 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)