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can you pretty please write something based on the song Would You Fall in Love With Me Again from Epic? I was thinking like, barbarian bakugo but he went to war or somethin’ and finally gets home to his wife?
the village gates loomed in the distance, barely visible through the morning mist. the scent of rain and blood clung to the air, but for the first time in years, katsuki bakugo paid it no mind. his fingers twitched at his side, the leather of his armor worn from war. his sword, heavy as the burdens he carried, hung loosely at his hip.
he had returned. but would she still want him?
his steps slowed as he neared the familiar path leading to their home. it was still there—unchanged, untouched as if time had waited for him. the wooden beams, the carved symbols of protection along the frame, the worn stone path leading to the door. a home he had built with his own hands.
a home he feared he no longer belonged in.
the door creaked open before he could knock.
“katsuki?”
there she stood. his wife. his love. the woman he had fought for across a thousand battlefields.
you.
you looked just as he had remembered and yet… not. there was something in your eyes, something weary, something knowing.
"is it really you?" your voice trembled, your hands gripping the doorframe as if to steady yourself. "or am i dreaming again?"
his throat went dry. he wanted to say something—anything—but all he could do was stare.
he had imagined this moment a hundred times, had whispered your name into the cold night air of distant lands, had prayed to gods he no longer believed in just to see you again.
but now that you were here, he didn’t know if he had the right to reach for you.
"you look... different," you whispered. "your eyes… they look tired."
his lip curled, not in anger, but in some bitter, broken thing that resembled a smile. "that ain't the only thing that's different."
you took a step closer, hesitant, searching. your gaze trailed the hollows of his cheeks, the sharpness of his jaw. your fingers twitched as if aching to touch him, but you held back.
a sharp breath left him. he knew what you saw. he wasn't the man you had once known. he was something else now. something ruined.
"i'm not the man you fell in love with," he admitted, voice rough like gravel. "not the man you married."
you flinched, but you didn’t look away.
"i'm not your husband anymore," he continued, his voice quiet, pained. "my love... would you fall in love with me again, if you knew all i've done?"
your breath hitched. "what... have you done?"
katsuki shut his eyes. when he opened them, they were dark with memories he wished he could forget.
"left blood on every fuckin' battlefield," he sighed. "traded soldiers like weapons. hurt more lives than i can count." his jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists. "but every goddamn thing i did… was to come back to you."
he exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "so tell me. would you still love me?"
your eyes shimmered with unshed tears. you studied him again, truly seeing him, the man he was now—the weight he carried, the sins etched into his skin.
then you turned, walking deeper into their home. katsuki's chest ached as you disappeared from view. maybe this was it. maybe you couldn’t—
"could you do me a favor?" your voice drifted from within.
"what is it, my love?" his brow furrowed as he followed, stepping inside for the first time in years. the air smelled of you. of home.
you were quiet for a long time, the wind whispering between you. then, at last, you stepped forward, eyes steady.
you turned your gaze to the large wedding bed in their home, carved from the sturdy olive tree that had stood as a silent witness to your love since the beginning.
“that bed,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “could you lift it? carry it far away from here?”
his blood ran cold.
“how could you say that?” his voice cracked, the anger, the exhaustion, the heartbreak all colliding into one. “i built that bed with my own fuckin' hands. carved it from the tree where we first met. the only way to move it is to—”
his breath caught. he looked at you, realization striking him like lightning. his chest ached. his arms, worn from war, longed for your warmth.
“…you knew."
you stepped closer, cradling his face in your hands. his hands came, gripping your waist as if you were the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.
a small, trembling smile touched your lips. "only my husband would know that. so i guess that makes you... him."
his knees nearly buckled. he surged forward, hands cupping your face, his forehead pressing against yours.
tears slipped down your cheeks, but you smiled, truly smiled, as your hands finally touched him—fingers ghosting over scars and bruises and the remnants of war.
"i will fall in love with you over and over again, katsuki," you whispered. "i don't care how, where, or when. no matter how long it's been. you are mine.”
he crushed you to him, burying his face into your hair, his body shaking. katsuki swallowed hard, his vision blurring. “i told you… i’m not the same.”
"you're always my husband, katsuki," you murmured. "i've been waiting for you. i would have waited forever."
katsuki's arms tightened around you, grounding himself in your warmth, your love, your unwavering belief in him.
"you don't have to anymore," he whispered. "i'm home."
katsuki held you tightly, his arms wrapped around you like he never wanted to let go. the weight of years, of battles, of bloodshed, all crumbled beneath the warmth of your touch.
you swallowed hard. “how long has it been?”
katsuki exhaled, his forehead resting against yours. his voice was barely above a whisper.
“twenty years.”
a breath hitched in your throat. twenty years. twenty years of waiting, of uncertainty, of praying that the man you loved would return to you. “god, katsuki…”
“i thought i’d never make it back to you,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “i thought—” he stopped himself, closing his eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours. “i don’t deserve this.”
"don’t say that," tears spilled down your cheeks as you cupped his face, your fingers trembling. “i love you.”
his breath shuddered. he had been through war. he had seen death, had taken lives, and had lived in the darkness for what felt like an eternity. and yet, nothing had ever struck him down the way those three words did.
a harsh, broken laugh escaped him, and he pressed his lips against your forehead.
“i love you more. always have. always will.”
you sobbed, burying yourself in his chest as he held you tighter, his body shaking from exhaustion, from relief, from love.
and for the first time in years, katsuki bakugo finally let himself fall. back into the home he had fought so hard to return to. back into you, his wife.
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