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    What's a man in the face of the people who killed his family?

    Megumi asks, but for him Yuji has no answer.


    AtLA AU

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    Megumi wonders if Yuji would make the same desperate plea. If he begged Sukuna, for peace, for silence in his own mind, for him to help in this losing battle they always seem to find themselves in. He wonders what Yuji had offered in return. Certainly not this. Megumi couldn’t imagine him handing over the reins of control so easily. Yuji is resistance and will as a river is running and wild; he doesn’t think he could exist any other way. Yuji would not release Sukuna into the world. He would not leave sorcerers and civilians alike at Sukuna’s mercy, but Megumi is not Yuji. Megumi is weak, and he is in love, and he will do anything to see Yuji safe, consequences be damned.

    Let Yuji go, Megumi begs. Let me see him whole and breathing, and I’ll give you control. I won’t try to stop you again.


    Sukuna takes over his body, and then Megumi makes a deal with the devil.

     

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    Snow is a gag to a scream. Aki watches a hawk circle the mountain, its ears honed for something he can’t hear, before it strikes the white blanket and leaves with its claws full of soft fur and twitching limbs. Animals lay scattered beneath his feet, and he wonders if he’s walking over any frozen bodies. Snow hides them as they sleep, but it also leeches heat from their blood, lulls them into complacency. Snow is safety and cover and the comfort of home, but as every prey animal knows, it heralds the danger of snapping claws. Aki knows this too.


    Tree Hollow

     

    Noun

    A cavity in the trunk or branch of a tree. Usually indicative of a deep wound that's been healed over.

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    "Demonizing Yuji won't make him any easier to kill."

    Shoko does not walk around a point; she barrels towards it and leaves Satoru to pick up its pieces. But not for this. Satoru’s hands are red enough already, let him leave this where it lies.

    His voice gives, cracking in two when he finally gathers the strength to whisper, “It might.”

    “It didn't with Suguru.” Mentioning Suguru is taboo, like fucking in the pews of a church before marriage, semen running down the bride’s legs before she’s made a wife.

    “He was different,” he tries.

    Shoko turns around, pinning him under brown eyes that have no give. “Why? Because his choices were his own and he still picked the wrong ones?” She leans back against the counter. “Or because you were in love with him?”

    Satoru imagined an eternity for them stretched out like the horizon. He never saw the end until it greeted him with a hole in its chest and at least curse me a little at the end on its lips.

    “The love is different,” Shoko says, “but the pain will be the same.”


    In all the worst ways, Yuji is just like Suguru.

     

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    “I told you. I do not want to go anywhere without you,” Neteyam says. He cannot remember a life that did not have Lo’ak lingering in the background. His brother is a fixture as much as the sun or the air or the branches of the forest he ran along. Though if Neteyam was able to lose one so easily, what is to stop the rest of his constants from slipping past his fingers like the sand he has come to hate?

    “Didn’t always seem like it,” Lo’ak mutters. He curls deeper into himself. “I’m sorry, you know? Fuck, Neteyam, Eywa knows I’m sorry.”

     

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    Neteyam's death cracked the family he had tried so hard to protect like ice beneath his heels. It left them scrambling in the wicked waves he left behind.

    And then three years later, Neteyam steps out of the ocean.

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    “You bit me,” Yoshida says. It was simply too much. It was Yoshida’s body against his, his mouth on his skin, his voice calling out for him, and Denji was arrested with the desire to bite and mark and make himself permanent, even if just for a moment. He hadn’t even realized he had given in until he came down from a strung out high and saw the imprints of his teeth on ivory skin.

    Denji has mapped his body, and save for the small scar on his palm, the other man is unblemished. Except for the remnant of himself.

    He doesn’t apologize. He isn’t sorry. Yoshida leans forward and he is overcome with the hunger to mark him again, to sink into his blood and stay a while. Yoshida takes his hand and lays fleeting kisses on each fingertip until Denji slides his hand around the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. Close mouthed and slow, and it’s still the best thing he’s ever had.

    Then he dunks Yoshida into the bath and the other man comes up for gasping for air, streams of water dripping from his hair.

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    Denji's heart is killing him, so he runs away from the only people who held it in the hopes he can die quietly without leaving behind scars. It doesn't work.

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    Denji's said little besides short, close lipped yes’s and no’s, but Yoshida doesn’t give him much either.

    Denji stood on the tips of his toes when they shut their apartment door behind them, but Yoshida just ducked around him and unlaced his shoes. He ran his hands over Yoshida’s shirt, dipped his fingers below the collar and Yoshida stepped away to clean his plate in the sink. He can almost smell the frustration building until finally Denji can’t take it any longer, and he pushes him down on the couch. Yoshida goes with little resistance.

    “Why won’t you touch me?” Denji lisps, crossing his arms. He tries to sound stern, his head tilted like he’s staring down a beast, but his lips bend in a pout, and Yoshida barely represses his carnivorous grin.

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    Denji gets a tongue piercing. Yoshida reaps the benefits.

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    This, Makima had said, is the safety. She flicked it off.

    Aki held the pistol up to an eye. Aimed it at the middle of Makima’s chest. It’s not a rifle, Aki, Makima had said, and she walked behind him to guide his arms straight in front of them both.

    And this, she said, is how you shoot to kill.

    Aki leaves his katana unsheathed on his desk. He signs his name in blood and calls it a night. Tomorrow, his paperwork will still be here. Tomorrow, Aki will be here and not at home, and the desk across from him will still be empty.

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    "What would you do," Denji asks. "If I were a girl?"

    “Well, if you were especially pretty." He cradles Denji's chin with two fingers, a silvery scar just barely missing his lips. “I’d do something like this.” His breath ghosts over Denji’s mouth, and a sliver of pink, pink tongue flicks out. “And I’d kiss you.”

    Denji looks up at him beneath gold eyelashes. “You would?”

    “Yeah,” Yoshida breathes. Stronger, he says, “yes,” and straightens his shoulders, pulling from a well of resolution he could have sworn he had to move away from Denji.

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    Love, redemption, and heartbreak told by three people.

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    “Sometimes shit happens," Katsuki says, "and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

    “I could have been faster. I could have been stronger—”

    “You’re the strongest person I know,” he says. “If you couldn’t, no one could.”

    “Then I should have tried harder! She was scared, Kacchan! She was scared and she begged me to help, and I told her I would! I promised her it’d be okay, and then I let her die.” Katsuki’s cape falls from his shoulders and flutters to the filthy ground. “He should have picked Mirio. He should have picked anyone but me,” he says. Izuku can feel his chest hitching, can feel his lungs trying to expand and finding no air to bring in. He's surrounded by Katsuki’s breath and lazy spring winds and he’s drowning on dry land. “Kacchan, I can’t do this again.”

    "You can. You have to.”

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    Someone dies in Izuku's arms. It takes little, after that, for him to crumble. Luckily Katsuki is there to pick up the pieces.

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    The first time Katsuki meets Izuku, the first time he sees green so bright it nearly blinds and is old enough to remember, he thinks him rather plain. There’s a splattering of freckles, nervous, twisting hands, and of course, eyes of emerald—the only thing about the other boy that will linger past their first meeting—and little else.

    His mother is much of the same, though she squats down to Katsuki’s level and peels her son’s fingers from the edge of her skirt. Then she smiles at him, and Katsuki thinks she’s beautiful.

    He hides behind his mother’s legs to escape her kindly gaze.

    “Katsuki-chan,” she says, shifting like a wave receding to expose its sandy banks, and big, tearstained eyes meet his, “this is Izuku.”

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    Katsuki wants to spend the rest of his life with Izuku. He wants to fight by his side until they grow old and grey and sick of each other. Telling him is another matter entirely, one he's afraid he's running out of time to do.

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    Yoshida takes off his coat and splays it on the ground for them to share. Denji wouldn’t mind lying on the dirt, but he has always been particular about things like this. Yoshida has tried to impress upon him the fraying line between want and need.

    “You need safety and peace of mind,” he has said. “A warm home with someone waiting for you. You need to grow old and happy and sated.” Then he would grin and lean into Denji’s space, press him against a wall or further into his sheets. “You want me.”

     

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    10010. Eighteen.

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    When Izuku wakes, he cannot breathe. Darkness creeps across his eyes before fading into pinpricks at the edge of his vision. There’s dust in the scant air between himself and the ceiling a palm’s length from his nose, thick enough that if he could move his arms, he’d be able to part it like the ocean.

    This is not how he thought he would die—trapped under a slab of concrete, a steel rod halfway inside his chest, but it’s more than he dared hope for. The blood pooling beneath him is warm and it is his. There is no one lying wounded by his side, and he is grateful.

    “Izuku,” Katsuki says. He sounds nervous. Scared, Izuku might say, if it were someone else. But Katsuki is not someone else, and he is never afraid. “Stay awake.”

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    Izuku's never been afraid of death. He's never had anything to lose. Until now.

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    Aki calls him that often. Kid. Denji doesn’t think he notices. He says it gently, too. Says it the way he says family or snow or Denji. He isn’t sure how to hold it, this kindness Aki offers him so willingly. He wants, so badly he trembles with it, to press it into his chest and let it warm his cold, cold bones. But nothing is given for free, and Denji can’t afford something so lovely, so he lets Aki’s kindness tumble between them and be buried in the falling snow.

     

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    Denji goes home. Aki comes with him.

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    “He loved you, didn’t he?” Takemichi asks. “He’d be proud of anything you did, because it was you, Chifuyu.” Love does not forsake so easily. Love does not dissipate like ink in water after death—it permeates the skin and threatens to linger. And you let it. You let it tear you open and make itself a home, and if you’re lucky, truly lucky in the way Takemichi thinks he might be when he looks at Chifuyu, Mikey, Draken, you thank it and pray it stays.

     

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    Takemichi stays in the past. When Draken finds out, he swims with him to the center of the lake and they bask in the gentle sunlight as their skin tints pink. Mikey stays on the shore and counts the days until Takemichi breaks his promise.

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    You are not human. You want to be.

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    “Maybe you just don’t know me as well as you think you do,” Megumi says, but Yuuji does. He knows him to his core, could navigate the depths of his personality blindfolded, could pick him out in a crowd of thousands by his voice alone. Yuuji knows Megumi with more certainty than he knows his own name, is more familiar with the color of his eyes than the stars that lull him to sleep, will remember him in perfection tomorrow or a hundred years from now. Megumi’s been woven into Yuuji’s marrow so thoroughly he couldn’t separate them if he tried. Wouldn’t, even if he could.

     

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    There’s a finger in the bottom of Megumi’s drawer and a matching one in Nobara’s room and Megumi still doesn’t know how to help. He’ll stand between the boy who swallowed a curse and the world that wants to kill him for it. He’ll hold on to the best thing in his life until his nail beds are raw and his fingers bleed and love every second of it. He will tear his body to pieces in the hopes of remolding himself into something stronger.

    It won’t be enough.

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    Ling had traced the Vulpecula constellation with an elegant finger and told Ed he’d been born under the autumn constellation. That his mother said he was destined to grow up plagued by hardships and strife but would find fortune and love under the same stars.

     

    He said he was born in the year of the ‘little fox’, and Ed had laughed, told him it was fitting.

     

    Ling had taken Ed’s hand and together pointed towards the horizon, drawing an erratic path between stars that Ed hadn’t recognized. Told him he was born in the year of the dung beetle because he was a little shit. Emphasis on the ‘little’.

     

    “Wouldn’t we be the same animal?” Ed had asked. “We’re the same age.” And Ling smiled, the soft one that never failed to make Ed’s knees go weak, and admitted that technically Ed was older by a scant thirteen months, but it hadn’t been worth mentioning because Western ages are rather primitive and unimaginative and they lack soul and ingenuity and Ed had cut him off with a fistful of grass to the face, the night dissolving into the carefree laughter that Ed has only ever been able to attribute to Ling.

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    Zeke hates when his brother cries.

     

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    Zeke watches Carla run a delicate hand over the package and burns to know what’s inside. He wants to rip the elegant paper from the box and unearth the first kind thing they’ve received since they moved out here. Wants to revel in the soft affection they’ve been deprived of for so long, even if it’s just for a moment. Eren bounces up to his side and ducks under Zeke’s arm to peer up at the package laying on their dining table; he too, seems greedy in his interest. Instead of reaching for the box, Zeke stills the hunger burning hot in his chest and leaves to call his father, ruffling his brother’s dark hair as he walks past.

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