Dark Shadow, Still Awake At 3am: When An Earthquake Happens, Coffins Become Underground Maracas.

this is so pretty 

Shakespeare aesthetic: Deaths in Romeo and Juliet

literally sobbing, screaming, crying, shitting, throwing up

COLD, COLD, COLD — IZUKU MIDORIYA.

pairing: izuku midoriya / gn!reader

word count: 5.5k

content: ANGST holy shit, villain!reader kind of, reader has a mother but she’s only mentioned, reader has a backstory and an undefined quirk, blood & gore, death, implied abuse, use of master in a parentalish way idk, this shit is sad, enemies to lovers, manipulation, descriptions of choking.

synopsis: izuku midoriya sees something in you, and that’s scarier than it should be. all you’ve known is being a weapon to your master, the man who saved you, but - maybe you want more than that, and maybe midoriya is the only one who can give it to you.

notes: this is so self indulgent i don’t even mind if it doesn’t do too well. that being said if u reblog i’m legally obligated to give u a kiss :*

hands around your neck, breath quickening - your new life starts in the rubble of your old one, stinging and raw.

you caused the explosion, didn’t you? the mysterious man murmurs as he lifts you up, gentle like an expensive piece of china, debris sliding off your little limbs, once you tell him your quirk. this is all your fault, isn’t it?

oh, your little five- or six-year-old brain thinks absently. of course, he’s right. he’s the grown-up here, grown-ups are always right, that’s what you learned from your parents. though your parents don’t have much input then, buried under six shelves of rock and split, sparking wires; no, they’re oddly quiet, and you don’t think they’ve moved in a while.

strange.

the man lifts you away, though you cry pitifully and kick and squirm, his gloved hands a vice. it’s all right, he tells you, wiping dust and blood and tears off the plump apples of your cheeks, and from the shadows of the black mask he’s clipped to his jaw, you think he smiles. you’ll have a safe place with me. you can’t go anywhere else, can you? you destroyed a building, little one. you’re a criminal, like me.

like me, like me, like me.

what little fight there was in your clenched fists and irritable legs saps from you, and you bury your face in the lapels of the man’s jacket. you don’t know him, and your parents always told you to be mindful of strangers, but - they’re not saying anything now, where they lie, dusted in grey. so you let the man leave out the front door with you in his arms, head tucked as tears run down your cheeks just as the lilt of sirens becomes crisp in the distance, just as the blinking red-blue lights whirl round the corner, and you’re gone.

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