Thread by @comradekiwi__

when #bkdk die, they’re both reborn as angels.

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.・・ ゜゜・・.

few do, nowadays, the world so wrought with hate and violence, but when the two teenagers died in battle shielding a family from harm, the heavens looked down upon them in pity, and with love.

these two, they decided. they deserve to join the other stars in the night sky. and so izuku and katsuki awoke not to blood nor fluorescent white but to the most gentle golden light they’d ever seen, like the sun was singing a lullaby.

their eyes open simultaneously, although they did not know it, temporarily separated as they were. they sat up slowly; izuku looked around, katsuki looked up. stability had settled deep in their bones in sleep, it seemed, heartbeat calm and breathing easy.

a stark contrast to their last memory, of screaming and acrid metallic stench stuck in their noses and a strike of the most excruciating pain either of them had ever known. but even the memory of it was softened by the landscape here, distant knowledge rather than a flashback.

katsuki stood, surrounded in golden light. he must be dead, he mused, walking around. he hoped izuku was doing okay, back on earth. he hoped he learned to live without him, the way katsuki would never have been able to with their roles reversed.

katsuki turned and there was a boy sitting in front of him, facing away. the head of curls turned and something in katsuki stuttered at the sight of izuku, here. heaven, then.

the image of izuku was just staring at him, eyes soft and calculating, so katsuki sat down next to him.

“I think my younger self would lose his mind if he knew what his ideal heaven would be like,” katsuki said, looking forward and smiling. he didn’t have to memorize

the sight of izuku, here. he’d have it forever, now. despite this katsuki turned his head to face him helplessly, eyes tracking over features so loved, so precious to him. he didn’t know what he could have possibly done to deserve this, but he would not protest, even if

he only got this for one moment. the memory of this feeling would be enough, the notion of forever with izuku. even a fake one, made for his idea of heaven.

conjured-izuku tilted his head. “why would your younger self be surprised at the colouring of heaven, kacchan.”

huh. katsuki looked at him. “I mean you, dumbass.” he blinked. “uh. I mean. dummy.” he hopes cursing wouldn’t get him kicked out of here, or anything.

the fake izuku scrunched up his pretty face. katsuki wondered if he could kiss him, here. was that allowed? was he real and made-up enough to consent?

“what do you mean, me?”

“my idea of heaven,” katsuki gestured around grandly at the empty space, and izuku, “clearly is just you. with me.”

this izuku’s entire body seemed to melt at that, eyebrows raising and coming together in the middle, jaw dropped, face glowing. his eyes were sparkling. katsuki couldn’t look away, even though he was confused. izuku leaned into him, clasping katsuki’s hands,

gaze practically dripping with warmth and affection.

“kacchan. you’re not— I’m really here. me, izuku.”

everything in katsuki feel violently through the floor. but that meant—

“you’re. dead?”

izuku nodded, paused, then continued nodding. “I mean, I think so. so are you?”

katsuki shook his head, distracted by the important part. “you should still be alive. how are you here.”

“I think we died at the same time, kacchan. I’m— glad,” he admitted shyly, looking away. “I can’t imagine living in a world without kacchan.” he looked up, directly into katsuki’s eyes. “and I think kacchan would be sad without me, too.”

katsuki couldn’t breathe.

could he really be allowed this? this selfish, simple joy? izuku was dead, and katsuki still had him. he deserves to be here, even if katsuki probably didn’t, yet somehow here they both were, in this afterlife together, dappled in light. izuku was still holding his hands.

katsuki flipped his palms to squeeze his hands back, bending forward to lean his forehead on izuku’s, closing his eyes. he took a deep breath in, then out. he opened his eyes — izuku was still there, still warm, somehow,

smiling at him with more pure contentment katsuki had ever seen on anyone. katsuki drew one hand up to trace izuku’s cheek — so soft, even here. he held it in his palm and darted forward to give izuku a fleeting kiss, light and adrenaline-rushed and hopeful.

he barely had a chance to look at izuku’s face when smaller arms were thrown around his shoulders, a head of curls burrowing into his chest. izuku giggled, and katsuki could die all over again for how his heart nearly burst with affection.

“it’s you and me forever, kacchan,”
izuku said dreamily, and katsuki grinned so wide it was probably blasphemous.

—end for now! inspired by the art in my pfp by @genkkiboo and the way it makes me feel :) ily mi ur incredible 🫶🏾 also kind of fits angel/demon day of @bkdkhalloweek !! :D ty for reading hope you enjoyed <33

forgot to tag #bkdkhalloweek2022 also there’s no demons bc I can’t imagine them being born as different things! and they deserve a happy afterlife :) also I don’t know anything ab abrahamic religions so sorry ab that kshfksgkfd

a little add-on, for fun:

something tickled down his back that wasn’t izuku’s fingers, which were splayed greedily on katsuki’s spine and upper back. izuku must have felt it, somehow, because one hand crept curiously over, to the dip between katsuki’s shoulder blades, and —

something was protruding.

katsuki could feel izuku’s hand, but it wasn’t on his back anymore, so how— they pulled apart, staring wide eyed at each other for a moment before looking again as one, katsuki’s neck craning, twisting his back.

there were — wings!

they were so small, having just appeared; katsuki blinked, and they were bigger, the size of a tire; again, and they were the size of a car door, or had they always been? time felt odd, here. katsuki sat straight and found izuku the beholder of two giant fluffy wings,

more cream-coloured than white. they splayed gracefully on the floor where he sat — izuku stood, getting a good look at them, and they were only just taller than izuku himself was, wide enough to envelop him if he chose.

katsuki twisted his head, also standing, to look at his own wings — they were bigger, but only because they were proportional the way izuku’s were, the same gentle colour, grand and wide.

“holy shit,” katsuki grinned, and izuku laughed, twirling. his wings puffed up a little at the action, and something about it made katsuki want to cry. overwhelmed with how much he loved this boy.

izuku stopped and stared at him in awe— no, at just above his shoulders. katsuki turned his head to find his wings had raised and spread, aloft in their full glory.

somehow, katsuki knew inherently that the posturing was the product the magnitude of what he had just felt, watching izuku.

they looked heavy, but katsuki felt lighter than he ever had while alive. he thinks, if they had lived long enough for it, he would have felt like this if he and izuku had ever gotten married.

assuming izuku would have agreed to be with him in the first place — katsuki looks at the other boy, who was running a wondering hand over impossibly soft feathers, half hidden by the enormous wing.

izuku looked up, found him staring, and smiled, so heartbreakingly happily, so pretty and full of endearment that it felt like the very stuff this place was made of.

so, yes. katsuki did think, now, they may have gotten there someday, had they lived.

but it didn’t even matter that they had both ended up here without ever confessing, because here was gorgeous, and they were together, and katsuki was so happy he felt like he was floating. izuku was actually floating, having just discovered he could do that.

there was this sense of — calm, within katsuki, settled somewhere deep so he couldn’t help but trust it, accept it. like his soul knew he was safe, and good, and all was well. perhaps that was why he kissed izuku; that faith in the reality of goodness, in himself.

he didn’t have anything to fear, here, something was telling him, and he /believed/ it, believed it so deeply and wholeheartedly it felt a part of him. he’d never — loved himself, like this, before. never gotten close, actually, if this was what self-love truly was,

not the faltering approximation of it he’d wrangled up in the smattering of therapy sessions he’d attended in his last year. but these memories were already fading, and although katsuki knew who he was intimately, unimportant things like shortcomings in his life

were fading away, like waking up from a dream. it all felt so insignificant now, anyway, especially with the glorious light all around him, izuku within reach.

izuku floated over to sit on katsuki’s shoulders, giggling, letting his weight drop. katsuki secured a grip on his legs and jumped, making izuku gasp and grab for his hair. except katsuki still hadn’t landed from the jump, having figured out how to float himself,

and so poor izuku lost his balance and toppled.

katsuki caught him, of course.

izuku seemed to have forgotten how to make himself weightless, but that was okay, because katsuki enjoyed being able to cradle him princess-style, big wings spread behind them and flapping once, izuku’s wings draped languidly in the air.

the single pump got katsuki higher in the air, which was nice, though not nearly as nice as the look on izuku’s face. he was blushing, which katsuki hadn’t known they could even do here, and his eyes kept darting to katsuki’s arms to his wings to his shoulders to his face.

katsuki grinned down at him triumphantly, and izuku made a tiny weak noise, covering his face in his hands. katsuki leaned down and kissed izuku’s forehead gently, watched the skin glow even redder in response. still a nerd.

katsuki all but tossed izuku into the air, suddenly, and izuku squawked but conveniently remembered how to stay afloat again, laughing and pumping his wings to come up next to katsuki.

izuku reached out, hesitant at first then abruptly sure, and slipped a hand into katsuki’s. katsuki felt lightning shoot up his spine at the touch, squeezing the hand in his, soft and warm and sure. oh, there was no doubt any longer.

this was heaven, unequivocally.

—end!

fr this time hehe thank you for reading!! <3

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