Sep 13, 2020
I love this fic so much! It’s so soft when it needs to be, and so EPIC other times! I love it! I aspire to write HALF as well as @cosmicace does! https://archiveofourown.org/works/19731253/chapters/46698829
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I love this fic so much! It’s so soft when it needs to be, and so EPIC other times! I love it! I aspire to write HALF as well as @cosmicace does! https://archiveofourown.org/works/19731253/chapters/46698829
Izuku will forgive Shinsou later. Right now he has a magical chiming bird to kill.
No One Left Behind Chapter 3 [Podfic]
After Midnight
After midnight, Atom forges line the sky, Dripping residue Through our thin atmosphere, Lighting sparks In the depths of our eyes.
Cold grass Seeps through a borrowed jacket, Its owner Lying down beside me, A smile Flitting across our features.
The show Ended hours ago, Cleaning up But mere minutes.
Yet here we lie, Looking past the clouds To atom forges Lining the sky.
Cotton Sky
Did you love our cotton sky? It only lasted a week, but I made it for you. A stronghold to fight your fears from, Armed with couch cushions and pillows, Frequented by cats Who like you more than you think. You brought music and warmth. I brought reassurance and acceptance.
Our cotton sky had no stars But for one winter week We didn’t need them.
SuperNova
I’m waiting for your signal To let my forge die In a supernova of words So that you have the means Of creating your happiness Out of my stardust.
But you seem to have forgotten That I handed over my light And in your neglect I uselessly fade Into helplessness.
Ace of Broken Hearts
There is a you-shaped hole inside my heart, and, sure, you were never inside me, but somehow you got in me, you got under my skin, between my ribs- At some point I started needing help to breathe and whenever that was -I can’t remember when- you showed up with a smile and a respirator.
The smallest things I brush my fingertips across pick up pieces of you falling out of me because so much of you lives between my muscles and my skin.
You ghost between the thoughts inside my brain, living in the space between synapses.
You curl around my spine supporting me standing tall.
But now I’m left with a you-shaped hole in my heart and your name on my lips but only the stars in the sky hear its empty sound.