Bakugou Katsuki x fem! reader ||
If Katsuki would an angel, he'd be the one who's shining the brightest; the fastest, the loudest, the best, just as he always was - PERFECT. If you were an angel tough, you would be an fallen one, the one with all h...
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You pray to god; you beg for forgiveness, for prosperity, for health for your family and loved ones, but it is the devil who takes the lonely soul like a ship spilled on a sea of bitterness. It is the devil, Satan, the greatest demon, who gives a helping yet full of scars and pain hand, so that innocent souls, destroyed by life and forced by society, pushed from above to the bottomless pit, where you can only see skulls, rotten bones and spilled blood, could grab something and get out of this pit of despair. The devil loves and hates everyone equally, god chooses his servants, decides who has the right to enter heaven.
The devil and God, however, are unable to live without each other; they are soulmates, created to accept gifts of love. Without God's injustice, Satan would have no one to consume into his maw, and without the devil's games, God would have no one to save. So, god never despised satan, but out of love gave him gifts and accepted the devil's gifts in return, for if they could not dance the dance of lovers like moon and sun, how else were they to show their love?
Opposites are said to attract; however, others claim that it is the similarities that attract. So what really connects the souls of people, complete strangers to each other, in two different worlds that have no right to get along. Even fire and water, despite their differences perfectly match. Moon and sun are silent lovers, and yin and yang balance each other. So why did two lost souls cross paths, finding themselves on a journey with no escape? What connects the two broken souls that were matched by devil and god themselves ?
They say it's easy to become infatuated with someone; all it takes is a drop of elixir like sweet honey to melt your heart and make you feel more than just innocent as virtue laughter in a deserted hall empathy. For no known reason, two people unknown to each other like wax candles that are melting in each other's remorseful light, two childhood friends, suddenly start to feel something for each other, igniting a spark in their hearts, which with every breath scares into a bomb that could explode at any moment. And the longer the time ticks by, the more this infatuation turns into something stronger.
Supposedly, falling in love is easy; all it takes is a blast at the smell of intimacy and closeness, a moment of vulnerability. All it takes are innocent smiles, childish flirtations and games of hide and seek like the games of children let loose on a bloody slaughter. Some say that in order to fall in love you have to pay close attention to the other person and look at them as beautiful as Aphrodite. Others believe that a red thread and a few moments together under the stars is enough.
It is said that youthful love is pleasant and unproblematic, but then why are these youthful love affairs remembered the most? Why do we remember these feelings the most? Youthful moments make us human; suffering and dilemmas shape the path we follow, just as wealth determines whether you follow a thorny path full of needles that pierce your veins and breaks every bone of yours, till you have no more left.
Youth is said to be the best of the sorrow life. Why, then, do policemen fish out of the maroon sea spilled with blood younger and younger skulls of innocent children? Why do children instead of playing with dolls and superheroes hide in the streets, smuggling things that even the devil wouldn't let into hell?
He prays to god, prays for forgiveness, for the safety of his beloved ones, for your happiness, yet he's too prideful to ever admit that. He's too prideful, or would I rather say, too embarrassed, to confess, he shall be God's favorite child? He had never been saved, he had never felt the delicate mother's tough, the helping hand, the feeling of being loved for just existing. He had never felt mattered, yet he has felt vile and numb as the rotten core pain. What's the point of being loved by God, if that only makes you suffer?
Bakugou Katsuki has never felt so lost as he does now. Is it his feelings towards you or regret? The devil makes a bet with God, who shall win is known only to the rotten corpses of fallen souls, that shall never see the lights of heaven.
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!warning!- this story includes canon typical violence, physical and mental abuse, substance use disorder, anxiety, mental illnesses, alcohol, suicidal thoughts and suicide attempts and many more !
A/N: so hey its me with another fic, so lets hope ill finish it <3 this story will actually be harsh and there might be some hero slander but idk its just an idea I had for a few days so lets see how it goes ! hoping ure all doing fine and feel free to always talk to me or tell me about ur day!
