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Virgil and Roman go stargazing. Roman gets distracted...

An AU where Izuku and Katsuki resolve their misunderstandings and open a podcast together at the age of 10 still hoping to be heroes and keeping their identitys a secret the two boys use the stage names tHe GrEaT kInG eXpLoSiOn MuRdEr And ᧁׁꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻ݊ꫀׁׅܻ݊݊ꪀ ֮ϐׁυׁׅ݊ꪀ݊ꪀᨮׁׅ֮ Read as these Two boys fall in love and change the world one podcast at a time

//cover art not mine, credit to original artist// Complete!! WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE AND DESCRIPTIVE SCENES OF GORE AND BLOOD. READER DISCRETION ADVISED !!Now Cross-posted on AO3!! Sonic's hands shook and his knees wobbled, weak and unsteady as he stared at the sink. His brain was blank and blood ice cold, the world around him spinning. It had its talons on him, the incurable disease of humiliating love. But what could he do? He was in love with him, and he didn't love him back. - Sonic had known Shadow for as long as he could remember. They had fought as enemies, as allies, as friends and foes alike. He wasn't entirely aware of the deep pining he was growing inside to be with him, to be near him. Not until he coughed up a few petals. Now faced with the crushing reality of his situation, Sonic's options are limited. With each passing day, the weight inside him grew, threatening him with the ever present knowledge that he was going to die. He could only do one thing. Keep it all a secret.

You remember falling asleep in your room - then waking up blind, trapped in someone else's body in a world that feels half-familiar. Then you meet him: a centuries-old superstar demon who mistakes you for someone he lost 400 years ago. A glitchy system calls him your "target," but offers no answers - only missions and ominous threats. Even without your sight, fate finds you: tangled timelines, forgotten promises... and a heart that remembers what your mind can't. Blind Strings is a reader x Jinu fanfic woven from isekai, transmigration, and red string of fate tropes - with soft banter, slow-burn longing, and the ache of meeting again when you don't remember why it hurts. 🌙 this fic is just for fun! i'm not open to: - paying for commissions or unsolicited art offers - paying for collabs/adaptations - reposts or ai use/ training thank you for respecting my space ♡