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another day (of tears)

It was, supposedly, just another day.

Another day of insults and witty remarks.

Another day that his shitty Deku tried his hardest not to break bones, and another day that Katsuki threw his all into his work.

Even if Katsuki was pissed beyond belief at how pathetic the extras that attended the same school as him vyed for attention, he wasn't a bad person. At least, not as terrible as he used to be.

Hence why when shitty fucking Deku comes in close and leans into him, he doesn't explode, he doesn't even spark.

Sure he grumbles and glares at his classmates as he turns away, but his hands are gentle in how he handles moving Deku with him. In how he guides them up to Deku's room, and settles the nerd onto his bed. He waits for a moment, but a nervous glance from Deku and he's shedding his blazer and situating himself and acting as Deku's wall to lean on.

Deku is quiet, quieter than Katsuki ever remembered him to be. Deku was never quiet, not even when they were kids. His expressions were often louder than his words, but now Deku was quiet. His mass of curls shielding his expressions from Katsuki and Deku's the quietest he's ever been. But Katsuki doesn't speak. That's one of the rules. No speaking, only listening. So Katsuki waits, holding Deku gently, but present.

Then it happens. It's small at first, always is, but Deku could never keep quiet for long. Soft hiccups quickly turned into heart wrenching sobs until Deku was wailing. Katsuki didn't need to see the nerd's face to know what he looked like.

Rather than speak and try to comfort him, Katsuki maneuvered Deku to better hold him, allowing the nerd easier access to his nape or shoulder.

Izuku sank into Katsuki, sobbing and wailing as he tugged on Katsuki's shirt. Katsuki, the only one who he let see this side of him. Katsuki, who was the only one Izuku would truly trust with his life. Katsuki... The first time had been a complete shock, but this was merely heartbreaking for the blond.

"Kacchan!" Deku sobbed out, nearing the end of his fit, but it certainly wasn't over.

Katsuki merely pulled Deku in closer, wiping his hands off on himself before wrapping one around Deku and burying the other in his hair. He was much more hesitant to speak, as he usually didn't until the end, but another desperate sob pulled it out. "Izuku."

What a strange position for them to be in. Whereas Katsuki was typically all words and loud, Izuku was quieter and now, the roles were reversed.

Izuku calms only slightly, slow outbursts of sobs coming, but only sparingly. Katsuki is there to hold him through each outburst and remind him that not one soul would take this from him.

Eventually, Izuku does calm down, but by then, he's well on his way to sleep. Which is typical of his, given his attack, and Katsuki scoffs only slightly. He doesn't leave the bed all night, not once.

And he's not annoyed by that in the slightest. They sleep through the night and continue on the next day as they would any other. No one else knows what really happened, and that's okay. They don't need to know.

Which is why when they ask, Izuku and Katsuki pretend to not even hear the words they say.

Because they don't need to know about the terrors that plague the two. They don't need to know about the shadows only they can see. They don't need to know about the tears they shared, nor do they need to know about the drained calm that came afterward.

None of them need to know that Katsuki lives for those moments, the ones where Izuku bares himself to Katsuki and stops trying so hard to smile. None of them need to know that Katsuki lives for the soft sniffles and the way Izuku gently pets his chest like a cat, as if he needed to apologize.

Neither did they need to know that Izuku did the same things for Katsuki. That he help Katsuki as he sobbed and whined, because while Izuku was a loud, ugly crier, Katsuki would curl up and pull his hair and sob oh so quietly as if someone hearing would be his downfall. No one else would get to see the vulnerable side of Katsuki the way Izuku did. No one else would see just how human Katsuki was, not like Izuku.

Izuku cried like the world was coming down on him. Katsuki cried quietly, but each soft sob would tear through his body.

And only they knew that.

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He doesn’t have a name, but he’s one of my characters. A very new one I thought up while thinking of Endermen. I have more posts of him on my Instagram.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Hunk/Shay (Voltron), Curtis/Shiro (Voltron), Kolivan/Krolia (Voltron) Characters: Lance (Voltron), Lance's Family (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Krolia (Voltron), Kolivan (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Curtis (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Sam Holt, Matt Holt, Colleen Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Hunk's Family (Voltron), Shay (Voltron), Veronica (Voltron) Additional Tags: Background Relationships, Female Pronouns for Pidge | Katie Holt, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Lance (Voltron)-centric, Altean Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) is a Good Boyfriend, Keith (Voltron) is Good at Feelings Summary:

It'd been a difficult six years, humanity growing as species while Alteans grew to learn more of, not only their heritage but those who made it possible. The people of Altea had grown accustomed to hosting the Paladins every deca-phoeb to celebrate the rebirth of Altea. Although.. this year would be somewhat different.

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Exhaustion.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) Additional Tags: Mentions of Other Voltron Paladins, Lance (Voltron)-centric, Lance (Voltron) Angst, Cuban Lance (Voltron), Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net, Cross-Posted on Wattpad, Lance (Voltron) Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD Summary:

He's home, had been for a few months.

On the morning of his birthday, Lance couldn't bring himself to be anything more than quiet and disturbed. He was so tired in the moment.

And it's raining, too. Dios, he was so happy.

At the same time he felt numb.

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I.. got bored on YouTube, so I watched a video and then.. this happened. Since I joined AO3 recently, I decided to post a couple things there and this is my more prized fic so.. here. It’s going to be gay and angsty. Deal with it. And it’s Keith-centric. Because I need more angst for my gay spicy boi.

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Reblog if you want a terrible, 3 sentence fan fiction in your ask, based on your url

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So this is the first Voltron fic I posted and it just so happened to be Langst for all you Langst fans out there. I’m planning on making more Voltron fics and posting them here and on FF.net. That all totally depends its feedback, which seems to be pretty positive. I just wanna see how it’ll do on here