For @hisgoodpuppy's Decades Collab - it's like super late and I'm so sorry! Congrats on 500! Thank you @nocturnalazura for beta reading and brainstorming and header and divider help (also sorry for you know what)
Pairing: 1920's Soldier!Bakugou and Lounge Singer!Female!Reader, some deku x reader
Word Count: 7.6k
Summary: Bakugou's life changed when he walked into your club. It changed again when he shipped out for the war. Unknowing of how long it will last, will Bakugou survive? If he does, will he get to keep the girl?
Warnings: angst, fluff, porn with plot, character death, depictions of war, drinking/alcohol, use of guns, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), creampie, breeding kink, lactation kink, fingering, oral (reader receiving), penetration, mentions of cancer, parent au, pregnancy, all characters are 18+. MUST BE 18 OR OLDER TO INTERACT (LIKE, REBLOG, COMMENT, FOLLOW). MINORS 17 AND UNDER AND AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT. I WILL BLOCK. Notes at the end.
Your fingers run through soft, blonde locks as wet, open mouthed kisses are pressed to your stomach. Sunlight filters in through the window, creating a halo around the head as vermillion eyes stare up at you. Squeals fall from your mouth as his calloused hands tickle your sides, white sheets that were formerly wrapped around you both are now tangled in between your legs. Your eyes fall on his soldier uniform and your red sequin dress littering the light wood floor as Bakugou kisses up your body until his lips claim yours.
His hand cups your cheek as he moves to rest between your thighs, growling into your mouth as the tangled sheets prevent him from doing so. Breaking the kiss, he grabs the sheet and untangles it from your legs, claiming his spot between them as he brings the sheet to rest just above his waist. He claims your lips again, sliding his tongue in your mouth when you part your lips. You wrap your legs around his waist as you thread your fingers through his hair, causing him to grunt into your mouth as he deepens the kiss and ruts against you.
You break the kiss with a gasp and he smirks before smiling softly at you, emotions swirling in his eyes. He trails his lips along your neck, smirking against it when you angle it for him. He rests on his forearms to look at you deeply and gives you another quick kiss, pulling away before you can deepen it. He chuckles as a pout forms on your face and he brings his lips back to yours briefly before pulling away again.
“That’s mean, Kats,” you pout again.
“Sorry, sweets, but I want to look at you. You’re beautiful exactly like this.” He presses a kiss to your neck. “Sun shining on you,” he presses a kiss along your jawline. “Bruised lips.” He presses a kiss to your cheek. “And all mine.” He claims your lips again, biting the bottom one lightly.
You laugh as you push his head away before smiling softly at him, nothing but love and happiness in your eyes, “You’re so cheesy, Kats.”
“It’s only for you, you know. I love you, sweets. Walking into that lounge was the best day of my life.”
A smile graces his lips as you both reminisce on the day you met.
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Jazz music comes from the band as Bakugou walks through the club. Vermillion eyes roam the walls, taking in the atmosphere as dumb and dumber chatter incessantly behind him. In the dim light, he can barely make out the dark wood that meets the red curtains of the stage as Bakugou makes his way to a booth. His comrades slide in next to him as a waitress comes over to take their drink orders.
Kirishima claps Bakugou on the back, “Excited to ship out soon, Bakugou?”
“I am! We’re finally going to get to see some action!” Kaminari interjects, stretching his arms wide and resting them on the back of the booth.
“That excitement is going to get you killed out there one day, dunce face,” Bakugou growls out, glaring at the room. “I’m excited to win this war and come home a hero.”
The waitress drops off their drinks and asks if they need anything else and Bakugou waves her off with a sneer. A spotlight shines on stage as soft jazz comes through the speakers. A soft, melodic voice reaches his ears and his head snaps towards the stage, vermillion eyes enraptured as you start the opening lines of “A Smile Will Go a Long, Long Way.”
Bakugou’s eyes stay on you as he picks up his Old Fashioned and takes a sip, fingers tapping against it to the beat as he rests it back on the table. Kirishima and Kaminari share a look as Kaminari rests his arm around Bakugou’s shoulders.
“She looks like a real sheba, huh, Bakugou?”
Angry, red eyes glare at Kaminari as Bakugou shrugs his arm off him, “Talk like that about her again, dunce face, and I’ll cut ya down myself.”
Kaminari raises his hands in surrender as Kirishima smooths things over, “Okay, okay, let’s all take a breath. He just meant that she’s easy on the eyes, right, Kaminari?”
Bakugou growls and rolls his eyes as yellow blonde hair moves fast out of the corner of his eye, “Yeah, whatever. Just give her better compliments if you’re going to talk about her, got it?”
Slicked back yellow blonde hair moves rapidly in the corner of Bakugou’s eyes as he leans back, eyes locked on you and nursing his drink. The second the song ends, Bakugou is out of his seat like a bat out of hell. He gets to the stage just as you descend the side stairs, making your way to the bar. He clears his throat and your eyes meet his.
His hand rubs the back of his neck nervously, “Uh, you have a beautiful voice. I really enjoyed the show.”
“Thank you. You a new fan? Haven’t seen you around these parts before,” your eyes rake up and down his body. “A soldier, huh? Must be a lounge lizard, especially with those spiffy arms you got there.” Mirth dances in your eyes as his cheeks turn red.
“Tch, the Janes may be hanging on me but that’s not my style, sweets.”
You open your mouth to respond when a loud blonde wraps an arm around Bakugou’s shoulder, “This mac givin’ ya trouble, doll? I don’t know what he told ya but he’s stuck on a lot of dames.”
“I see. Well, I’m gonna scram. It was, uh, nice to meet you,” you sidestep them both, ignoring Bakugou’s attempts to keep you there, and continue on your way to the bar.
“Dunce face,” he glares at him, shrugging his arm off of him before sulking back to their booth, “get zotzed.”
Kaminari follows him to the booth, “We both know you don’t mean that.”
“Whatever. I like this gal and now she thinks I’m a cake-eater,” he glares at Kaminari. “I’m coming back without you two eggs.”
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“And you did,” you smile at him softly, running your hands through his hair.
“And I did.”
“Nearly tripped over your feet, trying to explain. Even went so far as tipping me a pair of Cs.”
“Which you declined.”
“In exchange for a date.”
He gives you a quick kiss before getting up from bed and grabbing something from his pants pocket, enclosing it in his fist, “best date of my life.” He climbs back into bed, taking his place right between your legs.
“What’d you get, Kats?” You tilt your head to the side.
“Just some ice for my girl,” his face turns serious. “We got our orders. We’re shipping out soon. . . and these past few months have been the best of my life, sweets. I’m absolutely dizzy about ya. I don’t want to head to the front without doing this so. . .” he opens his hand and shows you a ring with one square diamond in the middle, two smaller diamonds on each side, nestled neatly in a thin silver band. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, sweets. Have kids with you, a little girl first, and own this big, white house with a big yard for our kids to play in. We’ll watch our son and daughter run and play in the yard from the porch, our joined hands resting on your baby bump. Kirishima and Dunce Face will come visit with their kids, too. Marry me, sweets.”
“Kats. . .” happy tears run down your face as the ring glints in the sun. “Yes! Of course I’ll marry you!”
He slides the ring on your finger, pressing a kiss to it then claiming your lips with his. Your hands cup his face as you deepen the kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist. His tongue entwines with yours as he rolls his hips against yours. Breaking the kiss, your head falls back to let out a quiet moan and his lips move to your neck, sucking harsh enough to leave a mark.
Your hands grip his shoulders before he slides down your body until he’s level with your cunt. Your hands move to grip the sheets as he inserts two thick fingers, scissoring them inside you. With your moans filling the room, he attaches his lips to your clit, tongue pressing against the bundle of nerves.
“H-ha, Katsuki. . .” you grind on against him as he works another finger inside you, curling them fast against the spot that makes you see stars. You gasp out, clenching tightly around his fingers and grip the sheets, white cotton soft in between your fingers as the coil winds tighter and tighter.
He smirks against your lips as he doubles his efforts, fingers flying fast inside you, “Cum for me, sweets. Be a good girl for me and coat my fingers.”
He brings his lips back to your clit, sucking harsher as his fingers vibrate inside you from the speed. You cum with a moan of his name, your grip on the sheets loosening as he laps up your juices like a man starved. His fingers slow, helping you ride out your high. He pulls them from you and shoves them in his mouth, licking them clean with a groan.
He moves up your body, nestling himself between your legs. He kisses you deeply, mixing his tongue with yours. Your juices dance on your taste buds as his hard cock rests against your thigh. You wrap your legs around his waist, grinding against him and causing him to release a low groan into your mouth. Pulling back, you look him in the eyes as he grabs his cock and lines it up with your folds. His lips claim yours again and he sinks in slowly, swallowing your moans as he bottoms out.
His hand finds yours and links your fingers together, feeling the band of your ring against his skin. He pulls out and slides back in slowly, his hips pressed against yours. He cups your cheek as he rocks your hips with his. Your head falls back against the pillows, moans falling from your mouth with every thrust driving you further into ecstasy.
“Katsuki. . .”
“I know, sweets. Me, too.”
He angles his hips to hit that spot inside you and your legs fly to his waist, toes curling with every new wave of pleasure. He brings his hand down to rub circles on your clit and kisses you deeply, groaning into your mouth as he feels you clench tightly against him. His hips pick up speed as he feels you gush around him, placing your joined hands next to your head and gripping it tighter. He gives another thrust and falls over the edge with you, ropes of hot cum shooting inside you.
Resting his forehead against yours, he breathes against you, “I love you so much, sweets. You’re my whole world.”
“I love you, too, Kats. I can’t wait to marry you,” your hand cups his cheek and give him a quick kiss as his cock softens inside you.
He rests his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat as he closes his eyes, “I never want to leave this bed.”
“Me neither. I wish we could stay here forever,” you hum and play with his hair.
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Standing on the train platform, whistle blowing in the distance, as Bakugou wipes away the tears running down your face.
“Hey, hey, sweets,” he presses his lips to your forehead, “I’m going to be back before you know it. And this,” he drops a hand to grab yours, running his thumb over your ring, “just look at this and know that I will come back to you. My heart is yours, sweets.”
You sniffle and nod, “You have to be careful there, okay? Don’t be reckless or hot-headed and don’t run into situations needlessly, okay? Promise me.”
“I promise, sweets. I’ll be careful. Dunce face would kick off before me.”
“I’ll write you every month,” you press your lips to his, salty tears still falling down your face.
His thumbs go back to wiping them away as his tongue entwines with yours, “I’ll keep them closing to my heart.”
A sad laugh escapes your mouth as you pull a small piece of paper from your purse, “It’s not much but it’s something to remember me by while you’re over there.”
His hands fall from your face as he takes the paper and turns it over, maroon eyes crinkling at the edges as he smiles brightly. “A picture of you?”
“From the day we met.”
He presses his lips to it before sliding it in the inside pocket of his uniform, “Close to my heart.” He swoops you in his arms, one secured around your waist as he kisses you deeply again, ignoring the train whistle.
“Bakugou, we have to go! Finish saying goodbye to your dame!” Red hair sticks out of the train door, whistle blowing again.
His lips claim yours again before he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, “I love you, sweets. I’ll be back before you know it.”
He hoists his bag over his shoulder, boarding the train and giving you the smile he saves just for you, taking your heart with him.
November 5th, 1921
Dearest Katsuki,
This first month without you has been so hard. Every day, I expect to wake up next to you, expect to wake up in your arms, or expect to wake up to the smells of my favorite breakfast. The breakfast you make just for me. I reach my arm for you, only to be met with your side of the bed cold and empty. I miss you so much. The club is doing well and I’ve been working more. It helps take my mind off of you. At least for a bit. At least until I look over at your booth and see your figure in my mind. How are things there? You’re staying safe, right?
All my love,
Sweets
November 28th, 1921
Sweets,
I miss you so much. I hate that I can’t be there to wake up next to you and make you breakfast and keep you safe in my arms. Waking up next to your gorgeous face is so much better than waking up to a roomful of men. Kirishima and Dunce Face are the same as ever. High spirits and goofing around. You know, Dunce Face stepped on a land mine the other day? Thank god it was a dud or he’d have been zotzed for sure. I wish I could be there with you – wish I could take away your pain - but just look at my ring on your finger and remember what I said, okay? I will come back to you. My heart is yours. Whenever you miss me, look at the ring I gave you and think of me, know I’m right there with you. The only things getting me through this are your picture and your letters.
I love you, Sweets,
Kats
December 8th, 1921
Dearest Katsuki,
I hope you’re staying safe this winter. You’re keeping warm and in high spirits, right? With the holidays, the club is even busier. Even with the extra singers that were hired, it feels like I barely have time to breathe. There’s a new patron with green hair and eyes who shows up every night. Tips like you did when you were trying to woo me that first night – and I know what you’re thinking but there’s no need to worry. He has a wedding band and my heart is yours. I still miss you so much but I’ve been doing what you said – looking at my ring and remembering your words. If I close my eyes, I can almost feel your hand cupping my cheek. I think of you every day. Please tell Kaminari to be more safe – he needs to come home with you and Kirishima. I love you. I can’t wait until you’re back.
All my love,
Sweets
P.S. I may have included a gift for you to get you through the long nights.
December 30th, 1921
Sweets,
Tch, that guy – married or not – better stay away from my girl. I’m doing my best to stay warm, Sweets, but the fires and uniforms only offer so much protection. I’ll tell Dunce Face but I don’t think he’ll listen. Kirishima and him had the bright idea to put an apple on top of their helmets and see if they can hit it with their guns. Let’s just say Kirishima is a lousy shot but Dunce Face survived. Wasted good food and good bullets. I miss you, too, Sweets. I wish I could hear your voice but that picture sure helped. Should have warned me to look at it alone, though. I’ll be home before we know it – just keep thinking of me and remembering my words when you look at that ring when you feel lonely and I’ll be there with you.
I love you, Sweets,
Kats
February 6th, 1921
Dearest Katsuki,
This is both our first Valentine’s Day as an engaged couple and the first we’re spending without each other. I wish you could be here. How are you doing? The sheets have stopped smelling like you and it only makes me miss you more. At least, when I could still smell you on my pillows, I could pretend like you were here. The bed is getting uneven without you to sleep on your side. I miss you so much but I’m so proud of you for fighting to keep us safe. I just hope you’re keeping you safe, too. Hoping to hear there’s been no Kaminari incident this month. I miss you.
All my love,
Sweets
February 22nd, 1921
Sweets,
I wish I could be there to celebrate with you. It’s finally starting to warm up here so that’s making it more bearable. Dunce Face is Dunce Face but he’s managed to not put himself in any life threatening situations this month so he just might survive and make it home. You know, other than the obvious one. I left some of my cologne in the top right dresser drawer – spray it on your sheets until I can get to you. Speaking of getting to you, they’re giving me a break. Something about lifting the monotony and dangers of active service. It’s just for five days in April but I get to come home to you, Sweets. I can’t wait to see you and hold you in my arms. I’m not leaving your side for those days so make sure you clear your schedule for me.
I love you, Sweets
Kats
April 21st, 1921
Calloused fingertips trace your spine as light filters in through the window causing you to groan lightly and stretch into the warm body next to you, your arm resting on his waist. He cups your cheek and leans down to kiss you.
“Mmm, morning, Kats,” you move one of your entwined legs along his.
His hand moves to yours, sliding his fingers between yours, “morning, Sweets. I’ve missed you, missed this.”
“Good thing we have four more whole days of this, then,” you move the arm on his waist down to pump his cock, smirking as it hardens in your hand. His groan fills the room as you swipe at the tip, using the little bit of pre-cum as lubrication as your hand moves up and down before you straddle waist and line his cock with your hole.
Hands resting on his chest, you sink down slowly until his hips are pressed flush against yours. You still as you adjust to his size, “Been too long, Kats.”
“Way too long. Fuck, Sweets, you’re so tight,” his hands rest on your hips and you nod before swirling your hips, pussy fluttering against his cock, as he guides your movements.
Rolling your hips against his, quiet moans fall from your mouth as your nails slightly dig into his chest, causing him to hiss slightly, “did you – fuck – did you get bigger?”
He smirks at that, angling his hips as he plants his feet on the bed, shifting to thrust into you harder, “Nah, sweets. I just think my good girl got tighter. Gonna have to mold the shape of my cock into you again.” Thrusting harshly, he moves his thumb to rub at your clit, “Gonna breed you, Sweets. Fill you up with all my cum and fuck it into you.”
A gasp escapes your lips as you clench tighter around him, rocking faster on him as your hands move from his chest to yours, kneading your breasts.
“Fuck, Sweets, you look so hot, playing with your tits for me,” his thumb moves faster against your clit. “Can’t wait to see them round and full with milk from my brat one day. I’ll fuck you just like this and suck on them, your milk filling my mouth. Fuck, you’d look so good round and pregnant with my kid.”
“Katsuki!” You scream out, bringing your fingers to twist your nipples between your fingers while his thumb speeds up even faster. You lift up and drop down on him, tip of his cock narrowly missing your cervix.
“That’s it, Sweets. Just a little more. Gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” He sits up to pull your hand from your chest, bringing it to his mouth and latching onto your hardened nipple, sucking harshly.
Nodding your head, you moan out his name as you fuck yourself on his cock, feeling you clench even tighter around him. Your hands grip his hair and pull harshly on it, letting out a mewl as he leaves little bits on your breast and fucks deeper into you. His hand moves to knead your breast, twirling your nipple between his fingers and rubbing your juices on it. He switches sides and takes it in his mouth, tongue rubbing over the nub, the taste of you resting on his taste buds.
He smirks against you as you continue to ride him, swirling your hips when they meet his and your toes curl as the coil snaps, coating his cock. He lays back on the bed, hands gripping your hip to move you up and down on him until he’s cumming with a groan of your name, painting your walls white. You collapse against him, your breasts pressed against his chest as you attempt to regain your breathing.
His fingers run through your hair, his cock softening inside you, as you look up at him, chin resting on his chest, “I love you, Kats.”
His eyes fall on your ring, bringing it up to press his lips to it, before giving you a soft smile, “I love you, too, Sweets.”
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Four days passed quicker than you like and, soon, you find yourself standing on that same train platform, tears running down your face as you bid Bakugou good bye yet again. His lips press against your face, kissing your tears away as his finger runs along the ring on your finger. His hands cup your cheeks and his lips capture yours in a salty kiss.
“How many times do we have to say goodbye like this?” A bitter laugh escapes your lips.
“I don’t know, Sweets, but I promise I’ll come back to you every time. My heart is yours. And remember: just look at this ring and I’ll be by your side.”
Nodding your head, you throw your arms around his shoulders, capturing his lips in yours as the train horn blows again. “Be safe, Kats.”
He rests his forehead against yours, “Always, sweets. I have to go. I love you, Sweets.”
“I’ll write you every month. I love you, too,” you kiss him again quickly, tears running down your face as he walks away, boarding the train and watching you wave at him as it pulls away.
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The dark wood of the club surrounds you as you come out from behind the stage, ready to head home after a long day and long night. Walking to the exit, a mop of green hair stops you and a smile graces your face, “Izuku! You’re back!” You pull him into a hug and he cautiously hugs you back, pink tinging his cheeks.
“Yeah, I, uh, came to see you sing. You weren’t here for a few days?” His hand rubs the back of his neck as his green eyes meet your y/e/c ones.
“Ah, yeah, my fiancée was given a separation leave for a few days so we spent them together,” you fidget with your ring, sad smile on your face. “He shipped back out today.”
Izuku matches your smile, “Want a distraction? I’ll buy you a Bee’s Knees.”
“My favorite. You remembered,” you hold your arm out for him to take. “I’d love that.”
Looping his arm through his, he guides you to a table where a waitress takes your order. Staring at his face from across the booth, you give him a slight smile as you twirl your ring.
“So how’s Ichiro?”
“Ah, you know, same as ever. Happy and playful. He’s with a sitter right now. Three year olds don’t have many worries, you know,” he looks down sadly at his wedding band.
You grab his hand, smiling softly when his eyes meet yours, “I know it’s probably tough, being a single parent, but I can see how much you love him. You’re doing a great job.”
The waitress drops off their drinks and departs after asking if she can get them anything.
“Thank you. That means a lot. It’s been hard, raising him alone. I know he’s gonna ask questions one day soon,” he laces his fingers with yours. “I only hope that, one day, I meet someone who can be a mother to him. He deserves a mom.”
Leaving your hand in his, you take a sip of your drink, “I’m sure the right woman will come along when she’s meant to.”
“I hope so. Sooner rather than later would be nice,” his eyes sparkle as he takes a sip of his own drink, switching to lighter conversation for the rest of the night as you both drink away your worries.
May 27th, 1921
Resting your hands on cold porcelain, dry heaves come from your mouth before the contents of your stomach enter the bowl. ‘How is there even anything left?’ You think as you finish throwing up, grabbing some toilet paper to wipe at your mouth, sniffling as tears fall down your face. Once you’re sure you won’t throw up again, you get up off the lounge floor, pressing the metal of the toilet handle as you do.
Standing in front of the sink, you look at yourself in the mirror, skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat and hollow eyes staring back at you. Turning on the faucet, you run your hands under the water and slap it on your face before grabbing the mouthwash from your purse and swishing it in your mouth before spitting it out. Turning off the faucet, you wipe your mouth to be sure you got all the remnants and put your mouthwash back in your purse.
“Time to get back to work,” smiling softly to yourself, you turn away from the mirror and exit the bathroom.
You walk on unsteady feet, making your way to the dressing rooms in the back, until you crash into Midoriya.
“Woah, hey, I got you,” strong arms catch you before you can topple into the wall or onto the floor. “Are you okay, y/n? You look pretty pale.”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a stomach bug. I’ll be okay.”
He guides you to a table, placing you in a chair and waving over a waitress as he sits down across from you, “I’m not letting you go perform until you, at least, drink some water, okay?”
Smiling softly, you nod your head as he orders two waters, pushing his towards you as the waitress walks away after delivering them. Pointedly picking up the glass, you take a long drink before placing it back down.
“You have to finish both.”
“I’m really fine, Izuku.”
“You’re pale and weak and you would have crashed into the wall if I weren’t there,” his eyes focus on you, nothing but concern and worry in them. He grabs your free hand, “Tell me what’s going on.”
A sob falls from your mouth as the dam breaks, tears running down your cheeks, “Katsuki is off at war and I’m so worried he won’t come back. Or, rather won’t come back alive and, then, I’ll be left alone. Only I won’t really be alone because I’m pregnant and, even if he does survive, he’ll be gone for I’ll don’t know how long and I’ll have to raise our baby alone and I can’t do it alone.” You sniffle and more sobs fall from your mouth as your fingers grip the glass, “and you know how people look at and talk about unmarried pregnant women. And I won’t make enough to provide for a kid. And all I want to do is tell him but I can’t because he’s not here and I can’t tell him this in a letter. Kids weren’t in the plan yet.”
Sliding closer to you, he wraps an arm around your shoulder, “hey, hey, it’s gonna be okay. Take deep breaths. Breathe with me. In, out, in, out,” he makes a hand motion to guide your breaths, handing you the water once you’ve calmed down enough to take a drink.
“You don’t have to do it alone,” he says softly, sliding his fingers through yours and carefully gauging your reaction. “I’ll be by your side. And I know you’d rather do this with Katsuki, but I’m here and I won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. I have money to provide for a family – you won’t even have to work if you don’t want to. Marry me and I’ll take care of you both. We can even get married this weekend.”
Pulling your hand from his, your mouth drops in shock, “That’s sweet of you to offer and you’ve been a good friend, Izuku, but I have Katsuki – my heart is his. And. . . . I can’t let you do this. What about Ichiro?”
“I’d get something out of it, too. And I told you I want Ichiro to have a mother who loves him and you,” he grabs your hand again, waiting to make sure you won’t pull it away, “have the biggest heart I’ve ever seen. And I have my own reasons for wanting this, even though my late wife still has my heart,” he releases a deep breath before whispering in your ear, your eyes going wide.
Dear Katsuki,
I hope this finds you well. I hope you’re safe and in high spirits. I don’t know how to tell you this but you need to know. I’ve met someone else. . . and we got married last weekend. He’s sweet and kind and has been very good to me. He has the sweetest, most adorable son. I didn’t plan on it – he’s a regular at the lounge and we became friends and . . . I am so sorry. I’m returning your ring to you. It feels. . . wrong to keep it. I don’t want to hurt you but I can’t go on like this. Please don’t hate me. Please stay safe.
Stay alive,
Y/n.
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BAKUGOU POV
Bakugou crumples the tear-stained letter in his hand, tossing it on the ground before storming off, clutching the ring that was in the envelope.
“Should get rid of this piece of shit,” he growls and winds his arm up to throw it, only to be unable to release it. “Fuck!” Angrily grabbing his dog tags, he undoes the chain and attaches the ring to it before throwing it under his uniform.
He takes out the picture of you from his jacket pocket, wondering why you really sent him that letter. “There’s no fucking way it’s because she fell for him,” he growls out, trying not to crumple the picture, too. “I’ll survive this shitty war and, then, I’m getting answers.”
After putting the picture away, safely next to his heart, he shouts at the sky as Kaminari walks up. He throws an arm over Bakugou’s shoulders, “Cheer up, Bakugou! ‘S not that bad here, is it?”
“Get zotzed, dunce face!” He shoves Kaminari’s arm off of him, storming away towards his tent and spitting on the letter as he passes it. His shoulder bumps Kirishima’s as he enters the tent, ignoring the concerned look on his friend’s face.
January 12th, 1922
Izuku smiles softly at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as the nurse hands you your baby girl. Happy tears fall down your face as you trail your finger along her soft cheek, heart breaking a little that Bakugou isn’t there to see it. Before you can dwell on it too much longer, the nurse speaks up.
“What are you going to name her?”
“Emi. Her name is Midoriya Emi,” you look up at Izuku as the nurse writes it down for the birth certificate and another comes to take her.
“We’ll just get her cleaned up and, then, bring her to your recovery room.” You nod as you watch her leave. Shortly after, you’re being wheeled into your private room and transferred from the gurney to the bed. Izuku walks in with Ichiro in his arms to see you in bed, Emi in your arms.
“Daddy, is that my sister?!”
Izuku ruffles Ichiro’s hair, “Yeah, buddy, that’s your new sister.”
“Come see,” your eyes indicate to the spot next to you and Izuku joins you on the bed, giving Ichiro a good spot to watch Emi.
“You did amazing, love. She’s perfect.”
“She is. I didn’t know it was possible to love someone this much,” your smile falls when you think of Bakugou, teeth gnawing on your lip as you think of keeping the secret.
“Worried she’s going to look like him?”
“How did you know?”
He wraps an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Because I know you. And you don’t have to worry; I will protect you both for as long as I can.”
Emi yawns as you rest your head on his shoulder, worries disappearing at his words.
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February 3rd, 1922
BAKUGOU POV
Gunfire rings out as the battalion takes cover, Bakugou stuck listening to Kaminari chatter on. The gunfire ceases as the other side reloads and more gunfire fills the air, this time from Bakugou’s group.
Kaminari nudges his arm, making him miss a shot, “exciting stuff, isn’t it, Bakugou?!”
“Tch, you made me miss a shot, dunce face,” Bakugou grits his teeth as he growls the words out and re-centers his gun.
“Chill out, Bakugou. You need to loosen up and have a little fun so you can be in high spirits and get home to your girl in one piece!”
Gnashing his teeth together, he shoves off from behind the barrier to advance, “Get zotzed!” He growls out.
Kaminari’s eyes widen as he notices the metal plate where Bakugou is about to step, “Bakugou! Look out!”
Bakugou ignores him and Kaminari rushes forward, pushing Bakugou to the side as he steps on the metal plate. Bakugou tumbles to the ground, eyes wide open in shock and ringing in his ears, as Kaminari disappears before his eyes, red splatter going everywhere. Licking his lips in his shock was a mistake as the taste of blood slightly fills his mouth and all action ceases. The enemy retreats as Kirishima rushes to his side, asking Bakugou something he can’t hear between the shock and the ringing.
Cold seeps into his bones as Kirishima brings him to his feet. Back at camp, Bakugou gets checked out but the whole thing is a blur as Kaminari’s death replays in his mind until drowsiness sets in and Bakugou is out cold.
Dark fills the med tent as Bakugou groggily stirs awake with a groan. Bright red hair looms over him as his eyes adjust, “where am I?”
“Back at base, in the med tent. You, uh, you lost your hearing for a while there, being so close to. . .” Kirishima shakes his head. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I’m alive when I shouldn’t be,” bright yellow hair turning into red dust fills his mind and he tries to shake the thought away. “Dunce Face – no, he deserves better – Kaminari saved me.”
Kirishima nods, “Yeah, he’s a true hero.”
“The last words I said to him were ‘get zotzed.’ I said that and he still saved my dumb ass,” vermillion eyes turn cloudy as the scene of Kaminari’s death replays again and again in his mind.
Kirishima’s hand rubs the back of his neck, mouth dropping open at that as Bakugou continues on in a dead voice, “he should be the one in this bed, not me.”
Silence hangs between the two, one unsure what to say and both mourning the loss of their friend.
April 8th, 1925
Laughter reaches your ears as you absentmindedly twist your wedding and engagement ring. A soft smile graces your face as you watch Ichiro and Emi play in your backyard. Your head tilts to the side, smile falling into a frown as the shoulder you expect to be there just. . . isn’t. The laughter fades as your eyes turn cloudy, the scene in front of you changing to a more somber one.
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February 16th, 1925
Sobs fill the silence of the hospital room, tears running down your face, as a thin hand wipes them away.
“What am I gonna do without you? How can I raise two kids without you?”
“Hey, hey, it’s gonna be okay, love. We knew this was coming, right?” He gives you a frail smile, hand moving to hold yours in his, “You are a strong woman. You’ve gotten through so much and you’ll get through this. You never needed someone to take care of you and that’s still true now. You can handle this.”
Another broken sob falls from your lips as you stand up, leaning over him to press your lips to his in a salty kiss, “Thank you for the past three years, Izuku.”
“Three of the best years of my life,” he smiles into the kiss until you break it, sitting down next to him and keeping his hand in yours, “Thank you for being a mom to Ichiro.”
You sit in comfortable silence, eyes closed, for a few minutes until you break it, “What am I gonna tell them?”
The only noise filling the room is light beeping and labored breathing.
“Izuku?”
Your eyes shoot open, tears falling fast now, as his hand goes limp in yours, the sound of his heart flatlining filling the room. Doctors and nurses fill the room, one pulling you away as you cry and scream, trying to get to Izuku. It’s not long until time of death is called and you break down as the realization that you lost your rock sinks in.
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Coming back to the present, laughter fades back in as you look down at your rings, “I should probably take them off, huh?” You say to yourself. What they say is true: time heals all wounds. Izuku was there for you when you didn’t think you could do it alone. Izuku taught you that you were strong. Izuku was your rock, your husband, your friend. Sliding off the rings, you place them in your pocket, knowing he’ll still have a place in your heart as you think back to the words that made you agree to marry him.
“There’s a reason I want a mom for Ichiro. I need someone who will love him unconditionally, someone who will adopt him. I have cancer. It’s incurable.”
Shaking your head, you snap the memory away, “Come on, kids! Time to go visit Kimi!”
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Standing in line at the coffee shop, you can’t shake the feeling that something is going to go wrong. The door opens, bell going off, and heavy footsteps just barely overtake the light chatter and sounds of coffee being prepared. They stop behind you and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as a familiar voice – one you hadn’t heard in almost three years – reaches your ears.
“Been a while, Sweets.”
Heart racing in your chest, you turn around to see the same ash blonde hair and vermillion eyes that still stare deep into your soul.
“Bakugou. You’re back.”
“Yeah, the war ended, you know. We won,” he smiles but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
Your hand reaches to cup his cheek, freezing in mid-air when you remember you no longer have the right to do so, “The war has not been kind to you, has it?”
“Let me buy you a coffee and I’ll tell you all about it.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Spring breeze blows through the air as you and Bakugou sit outside, laughing and joking like old times as you catch up until you ask the question that’s been on your mind.
“What happened over there, Kats?”
Smile falling from his face, he leans back in his chair, “Kaminari died. Dumbass sacrificed himself for me. I didn’t even get to say goodbye. . . or thank you. Last words I said to him were ‘get zotzed,’ actually.”
Your mouth falls open before you snap it closed, “Oh, Kats, I’m so sorry.”
“’S all right. I made my peace with it. I’ve healed,” he takes a sip of his coffee. “Made sure he got a big, old statue to honor him, honor his sacrifice.”
Looking out at the town square, you drink your own coffee, “I’m glad to see you honored him and that you healed.”
“Didn’t heal from everything,” red eyes turn to you. “Why’d you end things, Y/n? Why’d you marry someone else?”
You gulp, heart hammering in your chest, “I-I told you, Kats. I –“
Time doesn’t heal every wound.
“No, I don’t buy that. What we said to each other was too real for it to end like that. Something happened. Tell me what it was.”
You open your mouth to answer as blonde hair shows in your peripheral before the weight of a three-year-old is on your lap, world dropping out from under you, “Mommy!”
Bakugou’s mouth drops open as you pick her up, “Hi, Emi!” Your eyes reach Kimi’s as she falters in her steps when she sees Bakugou. “Mommy needs you to go back to Kimi for a bit while she catches up with her friend.”
Emi turns to look at Bakugou, red eyes meeting his. “You look like me,” is all she says before she scrambles off your lap and runs over to Kimi, who points to an ice cream shoppe.
“Is she mine?”
“I can exp –“
“Is. She. Mine?”
“Yes.” You wring your hands in your lap as his gaze finally makes its way back to you, “she was conceived on your separation visit.” You chew your lip nervously as he remains silent, “I freaked when I found out – worried how I was going to do it alone, how I could afford it. Izuku was there and said he’d support us both. I had no idea how long the war would last or if you’d even come back home alive. So I took him up on it and married him.” Bakugou’s eyes flash to your ring finger - only the outline of a ring left – as you continue on. “The other kid – Ichiro – is his, but I adopted him.”
“I want to be involved.”
Shocked, your mouth drops open, “What?”
“She’s my daughter. I want to be involved.”
“It’s not that simple,” your hands rub your temples. “She thinks Izuku is her dad.”
“The kid is clearly bright and knows we’re connected somehow – recognizing that we look alike is proof of that. She’s mine, too – I want to be involved.”
Eyes moving to Emi, you think about how she deserves a father – her father – and y/e/c meets red with a determined look. “Okay, but it’s on my terms.”
April 21st, 1926
A happy smile is on your face as you watch Ichiro and Emi play on your big lawn from the medium red brick of your two story house. Your smile widens when calloused hands rest on your bump and you turn to face him, “Hi, Kats.”
Red eyes meet yours before capturing your lips in a kiss, “Hi, Sweets.”
You both turn to watch your children and your hands join his on your bump, smiling when the baby kicks.
“I can’t wait to meet him, Sweets.”
“He’ll be here before you know, Kats.”
“You think he'd be proud of me?”
“Kats,” you turn to face him, cupping his cheeks in your hands, “Denki is watching over us right now and he could not be more proud of you or happier than he is right now.”
He kisses you quickly before turning you around and pulling you to his chest, swaying with you as your hands rest on your bump, three silver rings glistening in the sun, “Dunce face better be happy, being the namesake of our son and all.”
Your laughter rings out as you watch Ichiro and Emi play, thinking back on the past five years. There were times it was long and hard but, if there’s one thing you know, it’s that you’ll stand by him forever. And, as you remember this feeling, remember this moment, you know your heart has always been his, just as his has always been yours.
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Notes:
🦇 sheba = a woman with sex appeal
🦇 stuck on = having a crush on
🦇 zotzed = killed
🦇 cake eater = a ladies’ man.
🦇 eggs = men
🦇 a pair of C's = $200
🦇 ice = diamonds
🦇 dizzy (with a dame) = to be deeply in love with a woman
🦇 kick off = die
🦇 Old Fashioned - a prohibition era cocktail
🦇 Bee's Knees - another prohibition era cocktail
🦇 Ichiro means "one son" and Bakugou adopted him after marrying y/n
🦇 Emi means "beautiful painting" and her name was later changed from "Midoriya Emi" to "Bakugou Emi"
🦇 Kimi = honorable
🦇 Y/n's engagement ring from Bakugou
🦇 Y/n's engagement ring from Midoriya
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