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turning page

They stay there, feeling the soft, cold breeze of the early morning. The world is barely starting to shift awake; Natsuo has just started to hear the sound of the birds. All the cabins around them are quiet, the lights are off. It feels like it’s only the two of them there. Like the world could belong to them. Disturbing the silence of the world, Shigaraki mutters, “Maybe we should run away.”

2,144 words, 1/1. written for the hidden gems bnha exchange!

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forward, beckon, rebound

Fuyumi is the first one to notice the fire.

on being an eldest daughter.

1,927 words.

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wishbone

((How far can you change yourself until you’re unrecognizable? Until it is some kind of murder? Dabi buried Touya. Hawks feels like he buried Keigo, too. If he could, he would ask, do you feel yourself scratching at the dirt that covers your own old, dead self? Can you taste the rot in your mouth?))

on birds of prey.

2,164 words.

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every pain has a name (i want to know yours)

She can’t explain in any way that matters that Kayama used to be like a light on her darkness. That she would’ve stripped herself off her skin to show what was hidden underneath, had she indulged her desires—hadn't she thought Kayama didn’t have to carry the weight of her own sins. The truth is she didn’t know if Kayama wanted to be loved, and she believed she would forever be undeserving of doing so, but she wanted to do it. She wanted to love her so, so badly.

after the war, kaina moves in.

1,903 words. 1/1.

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foudroyant

“Denks, babe,” Mina says, putting her hand on his arm. “I really think they’re flirting with you.” Kirishima nods. He doesn’t look at the rest of them, but since they’re all here making their own additions, he guesses everyone is making similar gestures of agreement. “There’s no way,” Kaminari says with an awkward smile, waving a hand. “They’re probably just, I don’t know, trying to be nice or something.” Jirou groans, hitting her head against the table with a loud thud.

monoma and shinsou's terrible attempts at flirting vs kaminari's obliviousness. fight

25,445 words. 1/1. written for @bnhararepairsbang!

you can find the accompanying art here

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let the memory heal

He presses Izuku’s open palm over his chest, lets him feel the way it rises and falls with each breath. Izuku finds his eyes in the darkness, his lips parting, but no words come out. He can feel his heart beating. Of course he survived. Katsuki has always been a figure of strength, after all. Of course his heart wouldn’t give up that easily.

izuku is haunted by the ghost of someone who is still alive.

917 words.

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hi, pops in your inbox to say that i'm literally in love with your togamomo fic and then i venture into your account and see that you also wrote that one odaran fic i'm obsessed with like i can't believe it was you this whole timeee. you're an amazing writer and i can't wait to get more acquainted with your works <3

omg i just want to let you know that i read your comment in my togamomo fic and i'm Very bad at replying to comments but it was so nice of you and it got me giggling and kicking my feet ok. user dramaticwriter i appreciate you

i'm so glad you liked my odaran fic... we were destined to be mutuals... /j and that's so nice of you wah <33

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my blood is singing with your voice

“Toga-san, sometimes it feels as if we spoke in different tongues,” Momo confessed softly. She dared to caress her cheek with her fingers. Toga nuzzled her face against her touch almost greedily, her cheeks pink and cold. “I wish I could understand you.” “I could show you,” she whispered in the quiet of Momo's room, blinking her pretty eyes at her. “I don’t think I'd ever fall in love if it’s not with you.”

there is no love without sacrifice. no sacrifice is without blood.

3,662 words. 1/1. togamomo carmilla au!

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how i feel this river rushing through my veins

He looks at the ceiling, prosthetic hand pressed against his forehead, and he repeats to himself, Pretty…? (He’s a mess of rotten flesh and sharp ends. A corpse brought back to life more than once. He can daydream and wonder if he'd share his sister's clean skin and bright eyes, had life been different, but the truth is that he’s this. A twenty-five years old man with scars that tell stories no one wants to hear anymore).

consequences of living a quiet life.

1/1. 5,200 words.

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stay with me, my blood (there's no need to run)

He might not understand her love, but he knows how it feels to be misunderstood. He knows how it feels when people look your way and they can only see the surface, the terrible thing you ought-to-be. He looks at her and he understands that she's being genuine, that she means each word she uttered: she was fascinated, and loved strongly enough to want to crawl under someone else's skin. It sounds like an interesting way to see it, at least. And she means it so purely. Like she's holding out her bleeding heart for Hitoshi to peek at.

before U.A., hitoshi meets toga himiko.

1/1. 3,362 words.

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so darling, play your violin

Oikawa has asked himself again and again how. When will the day come when he gets there, to that future everyone promises him but that keeps escaping him? What is it that he has to change to make it work? (Feel it, Atsumu says. Like it’s easy. Like Oikawa hasn’t spent all his life trying to keep himself contained. He feels so strongly he fears it might drown him. How do you control that? How do you use that in your favor?) “You talk too big,” Oikawa tells Atsumu as he starts walking out. “If I were you, I’d watch my mouth.”

two violinists walk into a room. chaos ensues.

5,451 words. 1/1. written for @plagalkey under the hq flash exchange!

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my brother's keeper

He doesn’t get what is the kid trying to accomplish. There is no way to cross the burning bridges, there’s no soul left behind for Shouto to save—he has been a shell of himself since he was fourteen years old, a force fueled by nothing but anger. Shouto could stretch his hand out forever and he would find no one to take it because there’s nothing left. He has died enough deaths.

touya has died two times, and yet, he hasn’t died at all.

3,485 words. complete.

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foolish dreamer, be awakened

Mizi, Sua says. Mizi, are you listening? Mizi walks, looking forward. Sua almost whispers, look at me, for how could she ever exists, if Mizi's not looking her way?

mizi can't help but to take a hold of what she knows she cannot keep.

5,462 words. 1/1. hadestown inspired.

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(is this as good as it gets?)

“You said sex is—” He takes a deep breath and ignores the heat in his cheeks. “That it’s a stress reliever. Right?” “I believe I did,” Ivan says, nodding, and then he still waits for Till to elaborate. Is he stupid? Is this not clear enough? Till averts his gaze, frowning, and he scratches his head aggressively. “I need to relax, okay? Are you going to help me or do I have to look for someone else?”

ivantill enter a fwb situation. it goes as well as you could expect.

16,925 words. complete. rated E for explicit sexual content. written for @/yamscooper for the ivantill exchange!

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HOW TO DEAL WITH GRIEF, a comprehensive guide

STEP ONE: CONSIDER YOUR POSITION STEP TWO: GO BACK   (The world insists on taking Till away from him. A step-by-step guide of how Ivan fights back).

1,550 words, complete. written for @littencloud9 for the ivantill exchange!

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Patrick James Errington, from "After All This Small Talk, You’d Think There’dBe No Weather Left"

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on identity

ojibwe / noah kahan / richard siken / unknown / elliott smith / oamisoa / cameron awkward-rich