Alright, this is all thekiribaku ‘s fault( I love you so much and I’m so happy we’re friends! I really hope you’ll enjoy this) merit: she sent me this freaking beautiful fanart by the incredibly talented @taro-k, saying that it fitted my one-shot perfectly AND THAT WAS SO TRUE. IT JUST BROUGHT BACK ALL THE FEELS I HAVE FOR “TILL DEATH DO US APART”! I’m not afraid to say that it’s probably the story I love the most among all those I’ve ever written. This is totally self-indulgent, I just had to let all these headcanons out of my brain, to satisfy my need of “more”. And I apologize for making our lovely boys suffer more, but happiness is a fight and they’re willing to go through it all to gain it. So don’t worry, they are and will be fine, but I just needed to address all the issues that their “Happy Ever After” would have entailed.
KiriBaku “Till Death Do Us Apart” Headcanons, Anxiety and Traumas, Hurt/Comfort, Soulmates, True Love
-Even if they are finally together again, things are not easy for them. All the memories of their past lives are there, continuously mixing up with the present and sneaking behind them in the most unexpected moments, mining their present. They have to learn to deal with fear, loneliness, pain and a weight they would have liked to forget.
- Sometimes Bakugou feels so suffocated being a normal teenager, without being able to go on adventures, without his kingdom to protect and guide. He feels so vulnerable without his explosions, his senses now duller than before. He can’t but help but feeling frustrated and getting the spasmodic need to fight. Fight and win. It has always been a routing for him during high school, even before remembering: no matter how hard Kaminari and Todoroki tried, he would always manage to throw himself into a meaningless fight. Only Kirishima can finally make him stop getting into street/school scuffles, and, together, they decide to go hiking as soon as Bakugou starts to feel restless.
But Kirishima is the one who has it worse. He is so… human now. His body feels small, unfamiliar, weak… He can’t turn into a dragon, he can’t fly anymore, but he remembers all of it, how it felt soaring the sky and playing among the clouds. And when the memories hit him, he falls into a sort of apathetic trance as if he couldn’t see the world around anymore; he searches for high places, like the rooftop, where to stare at the sky he once owned, much to the fear of his friends who powerlessly see him going numb. And it always takes all of Bakugou’s patience and affection to bring him back to the present: he has to let the red dragon vent it out, scream in pain and anger as he mourns his loss, as he accuses Bakugou of not knowing what it means for him to be caged in that body and then apologizes between the tears because he would only like to forget but he can’t. Only between his arms Kirishima feels grounded again.
-Bakugou, especially during the first years, can’t bear being separated by Kirishima, as if he could disappear again in a blink, vanishing like one of his memories. Obviously, still being teenagers who live with their parents and attend different schools, they have no choice. They adapt, continuously texting about the stupidest things just to remember each other they are there. And when they are together, Bakugou is physically unable to stay away from Kiri, always keeping an arm around his waist or his shoulders; he can’t stand having other people touching him, even if with time gains enough self-control not to growl to Kiri’s friends. And even if Kirishima, before he remembered, has always let his friends draping on him, now he doesn’t have the heart to scold Bakugou too much when he kicks them away, because he feels the same desperate need as he does.
-When Bakugou loses Kiri in a crowd, he has a breakdown, immediately screaming his name and running around unaware of his surroundings until he has found him again and pulled him to the chest.
-Kirishima is terrified of darkness and solitude. It feels like… dying again. He can remember the crippling fear of leaving his King behind and venturing alone into a realm of shadows. He can’t sleep at night until he’s exhausted or has taken some pills to knock himself out. However, Bakugou comes up with a better solution: he calls his boyfriend every night, talking of everything and nothing until he hears Kiri yawning; at this point, he starts humming soft lullabies to make him fall asleep peacefully.
If there’s a blackout or Kiri wakes up in the middle of the night and realizes he’s alone, in the dark, he has a severe panic attack. It happened more than once that he was so out of it that his parents had to call Bakugou and beg him to come and help their son, who was raving about him being dead. Panic attacks seem to be the most common manifestation of Kiri’s anxiety and fear.
-Kaminari and Todoroki are obviously curious as to why their best friend suddenly disappears every day instead of hanging with them; it’s not like that Bakugou could tell the whole truth, so he avoids the topic as long as he can, but they bother him so much (Kaminari at least) that his tongue finally slips and, at the umpteenth “Who are you meeting?” he absentmindedly replies, “My Soulmate.”
Hell breaks loose.
At first, they are incredibly suspicious, but an hour after having met Kirishima they are absolutely in love with the sunshine boy and shockingly convinced that Bakugou was telling the truth. They don’t know how it’s possible, but they only have to look at how they move and interact with each other to realize that, indeed, they are Soulmates.
To Sero and Mina, Kirishima’s best friends, takes more time to warm to Bakugou, due to his abrasive personality, but they can’t fake not to see the adoration in his eyes when he looks at the redhead or the way they seem to be able to breathe only when together.
-Even if they can’t legally marry, Bakugou buys a pair of (cheap) rings as soon as they are both eighteen and proposes during a cozy home-date, just them watching an action movie as they cuddle on the couch. It’s not as beautiful as the betrothal necklace was, but Kirishima accepts all the same with tears, broken “I love you”s and a smile that could light the whole city, so, in the end, Bakugou is satisfied the same.
They both put them on a necklace and wear it every day.
-When high school ends and they move in together, things start to improve: their wounds slowly heal, they learn how to control their memories and keep them out, how to live and enjoy the present. They become able to live their lives separately without being constantly anxious when apart, to hang out with their respective circles of friends without the other, to spend the lessons without texting continuously.
-This doesn’t mean is everything peaches and cream. They have petty daily fights as much as serious, heavy quarrels that put their relationship in danger. Even if most would say Kirishima is the most insecure one, always feeling not enough for someone as great as Bakugou and fighting with his anxiety, is the latest the one who starts the serious arguments, who overthinks everything.
The worst one happened during a peaceful night, after a silent dinner. Kirishima had already noticed something was wrong with Bakugou but wanted to let him space and time to approach the issue on his own. All had started because Bakugou had crashed a birthday party to which only Kirishima had been invited, by chance. At that moment, he had realized something he had always known but never admitted aloud: Kirishima Eijirou, the human Kirishima, was great. He was great as much as his past life was.
But Bakugou? What had Bakugou become?
He honestly couldn’t say the same for himself, couldn’t he? From King of the East to a cold, stubborn, aggressive teenager.
The thought had started to devour him from the inside until that night, as they walked to the bedroom together.
The words slipped easily from his mouth.
“Let’s break up.”
Kirishima froze, turning slightly.
“What?” he blurted, red eyes blown wide in horror.
“Let’s break up,” Bakugou repeated with his eyes fixed on the ground.
“A-are you mad? D-d I do something? We- we can talk about-”
“You wouldn’t love me if it wasn’t for the past, Eijirou. Don’t you see it? You’re a fucking ray of sunshine!” His words were like a cold shower to Kirishima, who gaped, but the blond didn’t see his heartbroken expression. He clenched his fists and continued, pain seeping through his tone, “You would have never fallen in love with me if it wasn’t for the past. The normal, human you would have never considered loving me. You would have probably despised or pitied me. Do you realize how much you’re fucking losing by staying with me? This is so fucking maddening! I saw you, I saw the light you’ve always had in you! But I’m not the same anymore, you’re just conditioned by your memories to love me! All- All of this! Makes no sense! I’m just- fuck! Robbing you of a happier life! You have to forget it all, forget and move on!” Bakugou let out a hollow laughter, raising his hands to the ceiling, “Let’s break-”
The slap hit him square on the cheek, echoing in the silent room.
Bakugou blinked, shocked, and finally met Kirishima’s gaze. He was trembling, hand still raised, and his red eyes shined with tears.
He had never, never hurt Bakugou outside of a sparring match before. Never.
“Take it back,” he hissed.
“Eij-”
“TAKE IT BACK!” He screamed grabbing this t-shirt and pulling him forward, “TAKE IT FUCKING BACK!”
Bakugou was so surprised by the pure, desperate rage that lighted his eyes, that only nodded. He hadn’t even noticed that silent tears were spilling from his own eyes.
“I’m sorry…” he whispered as guilty and fear made him regret ever opening his mouth.
Kirishima crushed against his chest, hiding the face in the crook of his neck and holding onto him with all his strength.
“This is not fake, this is not forced! I love this Katsuki as much as I loved my King! No matter what- no matter what, I love you! So never say it again! Never say we should break up! Never!”
“I’m sorry, Eiijirou…” Bakugou repeated, wrapping his arm around him, letting his fear and pain flow. “I’m sorry…”
“You said it, don’t you dare forget, Katsuki,” Kirishima sobbed, “There’s no God of Death who could ever pull us apart. I will still love you through the next hundred lives.”
“I’m sorry,” Bakugou begged again, “I love you, I love you, Eijirou.”
-They find the painting while they’re strolling in town, and it’s love at first sight. Kirishima, even if he can hardly gaze away, is a bit unsure about buying it because of the price, but Bakugou is adamant. He needs that, that’s how they should have been remembered, that was what he was glad he could still see in his mind.
Them. It’s them. Bakugou Katsuki, King of the East, and Kirishima Eijirou, the Red Dragon. Together.
After a lot of bargaining, Bakugou manages to have to owner promise to save it for him and starts to work part-time to afford it, under his boyfriend’s back. Obviously, Kirishima is not an idiot and discovers it pretty quickly: in a week he’s able to get hired in the same café as Bakugou, who can hardly hide his happiness behind snarky remarks.
They manage to buy the painting just in time for Christmas and hang it in the living room, where they can see it daily. Every time one of them is home alone, especially as they grow older and have different schedules or business trips, the other would spend as much time as possible in front of the painting. Eating, sleeping, working or lazing around under its shadow as if it was a sort of charm; even talking to it, as if their partner could hear them. And when loneliness and fear crawl into their hearts, anxiety chokes them into the dark, and memories of blood, solitude, and death flash in front of their eyes, they can just look at the painting and remember the happiness they used to share during their past life, that they’re together again, and that a whole new life of joy and love awaits them.
“Look, I don’t know if ‘soul mates’ exist. I don’t even know if true love exists.”
“… oh.”
“No, no, I mean— I don’t know if it exists, but if it did, if it does, this must be it, right? Or maybe this is something even better.
-a.k.a.-
Ted Tonks proposes to Andromeda Black.
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Ted Tonks looked around Rosa’s Tea Shop and slid his arm across Andromeda Black’s shoulders with a satisfied sigh. “Remember our first date here? We sat right over there.” He pointed with his free hand towards a table in the corner, currently occupied by an elderly woman wearing a wistful expression.
Andromeda glanced at the older woman and felt a pang in her heart. She leaned into Ted’s affectionate embrace, but when she looked up at him her smile was more snarky than sweet. “I remember. You know, I only said yes to piss off my mother.”
Ted just chuckled. "Ouch, Dromeda. You get too much pleasure out of needling me.”
She grinned for real at that, thinking of the days when he’d called her Andy, just like everyone else. Back when he’d just been her Ministry coworker, Edward – from Hufflepuff, of all the ridiculous houses. Andromeda may not have had the ambition or vengeful streak of the average Slytherin, but she had little interest in frivolity or being seen as nice. And she certainly never would’ve pictured herself with someone as genuine and kind as Ted Tonks from Hufflepuff.
While Akari is gone on an expedition into the Icelands, Zisu does her best to keep Ingo from worrying about her, and bets that she can get him to smile. It is a process of trial and error.
HUGE FIC! I mashed together four prompt requests for this; slice of life, Zisu interacting with Ingo, Ingo Babysitting Lady Sneasler’s kits, and ticklish Ingo/ Ingo smiling/laughing. And huge thanks to CW Anon for the huge list of Pokémon puns you sent, I used a ton of them! Thank you!
I struggled with writing this, it’s so big and I feel like it’s hard to read at points (and I worry about some points of characterization) but I do hope it’s still engaging!
“Bravo! Excellent!” Ingo signaled the end of the battle as he congratulated the victor. As the dust cleared from the sunset-tinted battlefield, Ingo brushed off some of the kicked-up dirt off of his coat. His roughed-up Gliscor settling on the ground as it indicated it was still conscious, but could no longer fight.
The air cleared to show Akari on the other side of the battlefield, who had run over to hug her overgrown Purugly.
Today is a special day. June 4th 2019 marks the 15th anniversary of the Killdozer’s rampage through Granby Colorado.
Sit down kids and let me tell you a tale, about a reasonable man driven to do unreasonable things.
Marvin Heemeyer was a man who owned a muffler shop in Granby Colorado. The city council ordained to approve the construction of a concrete factory in the lot across from Marvin’s shop. In the process this blocked the only access road to the muffler shop. Marvin petitioned to stop the construction to no avail. Petitioned to construct a new access road, and even bought the heavy machinery to do so himself. Denied.
The concrete factory went up in disregard to the ramifications on Marvin’s business. To add insult to injury, the factory construction disconnected the muffler shop from the city sewage lines. An indifferent city government then chose to fine Marvin for this.
His business and livelihood were in ruin. Rather than lie down and die, Marvin chose to fight back. Over the course of a year and a half Marvin secretly outfitted the bulldozer he bought to save his business with three foot thick steel and concrete armor, camera systems guarded with bulletproof glass.
On June 4th 2004 Marvin Heemeyer lowered the armored shell over top of himself, entombing himself inside the Killdozer to make his last stand.
He burst fourth from the walls of his muffler shop and straight into the concrete factory that ruined his business. Over the course of the next several hours Marvin drove his Killdozer through 13 buildings owned by those officials that had wronged him, including the city council building itself.
Swat teams swarmed the dozer, but it proved immune to small arms fire and even explosives. Another piece of heavy machinery was even brought out to fight the Killdozer, but it too fell to the dozers righteous fury.
In the end, Marvin’s Killdozer became trapped in one of the buildings it was built to destroy. Marvin chose to take his life, the only life he took that day.
Today we celebrate Killdozer day and Marvin Heemeyer, the last great American folk hero. A man driven to the brink who chose to fight back against an indifferent system.
From notes left behind after his passing:
“I was always willing to be reasonable until I had to be unreasonable. Sometimes reasonable men must do unreasonable things.”
Overview:Who you are, how you see the world, you never imagined that someone else, someone you’ve never even met, could be affecting each and every moment of your life. But one day, he’s suddenly there. One day, you’re introduced to a world that you’ve only caught glimpses of, that you’ve known your whole life without ever truly understanding. And after that one day, your life is never the same.
A/N: This series is based off a movie I found recently that I absolutely loved the concept behind: In Your Eyes. I’m not following the main plot line, just using the general idea. This series won’t have a set posting schedule, but I’ll do my best to write for it as often as I can find the time. I’m pretty excited for what’s to come :) I hope you guys join me for the adventure.
Whoa! I just binged the entire series, and damn! This is stunning. Beautifully written and so full of emotion. The way their connection grows and blossoms into so much more. How they help each other through the worst of times and then that ending… my heart.
Definitely going on my re-read list!
You’ve found and read one of my favorite series I’ve ever composed, and I’m so happy that you enjoyed it ❤️ Thank you for the reblog, lovely!
CW: recovering pet whump, ex-handler and ex-pet dynamic, implied knife play, implied dubcon, past conditioning, violence, Scott rage, Connor messing up, B struggling to be a person again
Thank you @ashintheairlikesnow for letting me use her characters and for helping with some of the dialogue and actions!
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Scott never wanted to come to Connor for help, it was the last thing he wanted to do.
He found Connor behind the house, swinging down a large axe and splitting a lump of wood with a loud crack.Scott flinched, a twig snapping under his foot.
Connor looked up, sweat beading his forehead, dark eyes settling on his ex-trainee.
Scott had to crush the urge to fall to his knees, bunching his hands into fists and forcing his nails into his palm.
“I can’t find Daniel… B… I can’t find him anywhere.” Scott’s gaze flicked to the ground, focusing on the fallen autumn leaves.
Connor frowned, lowering the axe and letting it rest against a nearby stump.
“He’s not in the barn?”
Scott felt a little flare of anger at the question. Of course he checked the barn, Connor isn’t the only one who knew where B liked to spend most of his time.
“No. I checked.”
Connor sighed, pulling off his sweat soaked shirt and throwing it to the floor.
Scott took another step back, swallowing down panic at the sight. He didn’t have to serve his handler. He wasn’t a pet. He’s safe.
But B’s not here to protect him.
“I think I know where he is.” Connor said, seemingly oblivious to Scott’s distress as he set off back towards the house.
Scott followed on shaky steps, wrapping his arms around himself as a chill rushed through him.
“Baby! Where are you? B?” Connor called out, his voice carrying across the quiet countryside.
Why not just whistle for him like the dog you still think he is? Another bitter thought skips across Scott’s mind.
Warnings: There is mature sexual content and canon typical violence. I do not give specific trigger warnings. If you have triggers, this may not be a story for you.
Summary: The Mandalorian Bounty Hunter has unintentionally rescued you from raiders- at least that’s what you thought. Now he’s agreed to escort you back to civilization. You’ve got secrets you need to keep and he seems to be carrying one of his own. After a major betrayal, is he your enemy or your lover?
This is an incredible story, I’m obsessed. I binged the 16 posted chapters and eagerly await the next installment of this amazingly written series.
The author has a brilliant talent here—they’ve written a perfect Mando, developed a reader that’s strong and stubborn and has an interesting mystery of a backstory, and has written some seriously fantasticsmut.
This is the kind of story—of writing—that makes me come back to tumblr again and again. The dialogue is also of note, the writer delivers excellent exchanges with realistic prose. I’m in awe of the story and I’m so grateful to have found it.
