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Okay, can I talk about how much I love this panel right here.
1) It’s so fucking funny.
Like, Katsuki has been kidnapped by these very scary people who almost killed his teachers once. He’s been held hostage by them for two days, and then they ask him to join their villain group. He’s surrounded by 7 adults + 1 murderous teenager, all fairly high level villains.
What’s his big threat/response?
“My teacher said I was allowed to fight back”
Like, legally speaking he already has grounds to fight back, but the implication that, if Aizawa had told them not to, he wouldn’t fight back against the villains is so fucking funny.
With rare exceptions, Katsuki is the most rule-following of these hell children and I feel like that’s too often forgotten. He’s the living, breathing definition of “malicious compliance“ and this panel illustrates that perfectly.
2) Holy shit, this is fucking badass.
8 high-ranked villains around him, who Katsuki knows the quirks of for the most part, all of whom were taking on his classmates individually. And he’s still 100% ready to throw down. Part of this is because he’s smart enough to know they won’t kill him, and part of this is because Katsuki knows just how fucking strong he is.
He’s someone who knows his own limits and knows them well, and he still estimates that he can take down two or three of these guys before escaping. Now, he doesn’t know about All for One so that throws a wrench in things, but in the next scene he’s holding his own against 6 high ranked villains (everyone but Dabi and Kurogiri who got knocked out) with no help. So if he’d been forced to go toe to toe with all of them, I honestly think there’s a decent chance he’d escape anyways based on his own strength and wit.
I also want to point out that in this scene Katsuki has no idea that there’s a rescue team about to bust in. For all he knows, he’s entirely on his own in this fight. We see his thought process here and not once does the prospect of being rescued cross his mind. He’s not trying to stall for the rescue team or get help.
Katsuki is a 16 year old kid, whose been kidnapped and held for 2 days, whose surrounded by villains and he’s not even thinking about someone coming to help him. His assumption is that he’s on his own and he’ll need to fight his way to freedom. So that’s exactly what he does. Almost makes you wonder if he’s done it before.
Not drunk yet cause boytoy is teaching a class so I can’t leave the bedroom lmao but I decided I’d start with these panels and discuss a bit
Bakugo has been watching closely the entire time. I don’t think for a second he took his eyes off of Deku, do you see how detailed he is? He knows EXACTLY what Deku is doing, and he knows EXACTLY what it’s doing to him, because he’s seen it all before. Todoroki has seen it, sure, but not to the level Bakugo has.
Not in the context that Bakugo has.
Bakugo has witnessed first hand that broken body running for him. He has witnessed Deku, with no ability left in his arms and barely able to move, running to save him. So of course he’s going to be paying complete attention. How does he end up like that? What has he been doing? What led to all of those scars? This is the first time he is seeing Deku in a battle like this, he has never witnessed it before, just how extremely Deku breaks his body in the name of saving.
Now he knows. The way he looked before Bakugo was kidnapped, this is why. Throwing himself completely away in order to save the people he cares about, letting himself suffer more and more for the power granted to him. It’s a power meant to save, but at what cost? The cost of the user, and Bakugo isn’t having that, which is why we see him move so quickly and so calmly.
This is literally, split-second thinking. I don’t estimate they were standing there any long than 5 minutes before he started giving orders, because he knows who Deku is, and he knows someone would have to stop him.
Hell, he even knows why they’re still up there, because he’s in Deku’s head. Couldn’t get him with the first hit, gotta keep at it. Doesn’t matter what happens, gotta keep fighting till he’s down. Have to WIN, no matter the cost.
Bakugo knows, because it’s how he thinks.
A symbol of victory, but at what cost? Will having Deku see his fight to win nature push him to keep acting like this?
How could he get him to see, to understand?
Which is where their flip comes in, and we see this.
Deku isn’t All for One. Deku isn’t like that. That’s not his heart, and Bakugo knows Deku’s heart better than anyone in his life. Which is why these panels above are so important, because he sees there is such a fine line right now due to Deku’s rage, and he knows it can’t keep up this way.
Not if he wants to hold onto the Deku he knows. The Deku who saves
The Deku who always does his best!
What is winning if it means he’ll lose himself?
Just like with Deku in chapter 1, when we’re given the variety of reasons for why he jumped out, we got the same from Bakugo, but with images. Beautiful, heartbreaking images.
All of his reasons for jumping out, they’re all just…Deku.
It’s solely, completely, 100% because the person that is there, about to wind up hurt or killed, is Deku.
The person who has thrown himself into harms way again and again, who has risked everything for other people. The person Bakugo could never bring himself to understand, because he was so scared of the feeling of being close to someone like that, someone who he could lose so easily. How could he friends with someone for them to just..die?
Now we see it again, where Deku is throwing himself away, but it isn’t to save now. It’s to win. It’s to beat Shigaraki and All for One, and maybe it could be said that Bakugo even sees himself in that moment.
“I break and bend until I can’t anymore, if that’s what it takes to win.”
Those were Bakugo’s words. But at what cost? To bend and break and bleed and cry, to lose yourself to the battle, to the need to win. That’s what he saw while down on the ground, and even more when he got into the air and witnessed what Deku looked like, almost like a beast, silhouetted in darkness and anger. But that isn’t Deku.
Not the Deku he knows, and not the Deku he’ll accept.
So he moved, and he saved, because now it’s his turn to act without thinking. To have one image in his mind, the image of a savior. Deku, to him, was and is that. The image of a Savior. Not a symbol of peace, because that isn’t Deku’s true goal. His only goal is to save, and so a Savior is the proper title for him.
When they come together, they make a Symbol of Peace, but respectfully, on their own, they’re the Symbol of Victory and the Symbol of a Savior.
We have come full circle, one has learned what it means to want to win, one has learned what it means to want to save.
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*Clears throat* Hello lovely Author! Love your work alot. I don't know if you are still taking prompts but I hope that you are. Soul mate AU SongXiao Sh!t I forgot the line!!!! Let me think................I think it was 31? I will always protect you? Or I will not let the harm come to you?? ??? Dear lord! Ahm ahm Looking forward to your work! Thanks 🌸🌸🌸🌸
Prompt 31. “I will not let any harm come to you”, Soulmate AU, Songxiao
Disclaimer : mentions of abuse (not the Songxiao relationship of course).
The forest at night brings him a peace of mind the hustle from the streets does not.
Tonight's night hunt was exhausting, and it makes Song Lan think about things he'd rather not think about.
The vengeful ghost was that of a woman who sought revenge on her husband. According to the neighbours, she was a kind compassionate woman, always handing fruits and flowers to those who asked for it. Her husband however was a violent drunkard, regularly beating her when she was alive and forbidding her to go out. Yet she continued to endure it. She eventually died, and no one had wanted to tell him if she was killed by her husband, or if she ended her days herself.
The worst of it all is that they were. Indeed. Soulmates. Even as a ghost, one could see how desperately she scratched her shoulder with her nails, a desperate attempt to erase her husband's name written on it.
Well. So much for not thinking about it.
A cool breeze rustles through the trees around him, making Song Lan shudder. He is just thankful he managed to put her at rest, with the help of another young cultivator.
Song Lan is lucky.
While other people have their soulmarks early on, and in visible places like the wrist, neck, or even the face, Song Lan's is on the back of his neck, making it physically impossible for him to see it.
He absent mindedly rubs the place with his hands. He knows soulmarks appear after some time around the 'right' person, the 'fated one', a 'soulmate'.
And Song Lan hates it. Hates that people seem like mere puppets, whirled around in the flow of things greater than them. Just like leaves blown away in the wind, he thinks as he sees one detach from a nearby tree.
Which is why, he doesn't want to know what his own says. His life will be spent either alone, or with a person of his own choosing. He won't let a silly mark materializing or not on his skin decide his life.
"Oh, here you are."
The pristine boy from earlier stands before him. The moonlight catches in his white silky clothes, and his slender figure and flowing hair make him seem like an overwordly apparition.
"Your skills are very impressive. I enjoyed fighting alongside you."
"As did I." Song Lan answers honestly. Their fighting styles had matched from the start, allowing them to move like one continuous waterflow and the fight had gone smoothly.
"I wished to learn more about you, yet you took off quickly." The other says, studying Song Lan.
"I'm not used to making conversation with people."
Song Lan has met numerous cultivators during nighthunts, and they are a chatty lot. Bragging, overeager to prove their worth, and asking uncomfortable questions Song Lan doesn't want to answer. In worst cases, they push for a drink.
Something about this person however makes Song Lan feel at ease, and speaking to him is not so difficult, he realizes.
"What would you say about sparring then ?" The guy offers.
The moonlight is shining above both their figures, and the wind still blows in the trees.
Song Lan grabs his sword as he gets on his feet.
"Sounds good to me."
___
"Xiao Xingchen." The other cultivator speaks, when they are both exhausted from their nightly sparring session.
Song Lan looks at him.
"That's my name" the other chuckles.
"Ah, right. Song Lan." Song Lan bows his head as an acknowledgement.
"Where are you headed from here ?"
"I don't know. Probably wander the land until the next night hunt comes to me, and do my best to help people in my way."
"You don't like people yet want to help them ?"
"It's not that I don't like people. I just..." Song Lan shrugs "..don't know how to talk to them. And I hate them touching me, so I keep my distance."
"Would you mind if I joined you ? I can do the talking."
Song Lan finds he doesn't mind at all.
___
Xiao Xingchen turns out to be good company. The best company Song Lan could wish for actually, even though he brushes that thought away.
He speaks when he has things to say, but he doesn't feel the need to fill every moment of silence with unnecessary chatter, and a comfortable camaraderie settle between the both of them.
"How were the mountains ?" Song Lan asks.
Xiao Xingchen doesn't reply right away.
After a while he answers "Calm. Safe. This world is so dangerous... and cruel to the people who dwell in it."
"Why stay ?"
Xiao Xingchen's gaze meets his. "It's these precise people that make it worth staying."
Song Lan understands. He has seen the kindness selflessness people in utter misery display, while the wealthy turned into hoarding monsters. He has seen stray dogs keeping each other warm during winter.
Ant it makes him want to at least try and make the world better for them.
Then Xiao Xingchen chuckles "That, and the fact that I can't go back. It's tradition."
So he was also raised in daoist tradition, Song Lan thinks.
As they talk, Song Lan discovers Xiao Xingchen. He is honest and fierce, gentle yet mindful, and Song Lan already feels an urge to stick around, if only to make sure no one takes advantage of his kindness.
Whoever Xiao Xingchen's soulmate is, that person is lucky. They would't have to fight fate on that.
___
"Give us the boy."
The 'criminal' Song Lan and Xingchen had been chasing on Jin sect territory turned out to be nothing more than a young boy who had seen something he wasn't supposed to. And now all three of them are surrounded by the same officials from who commissioned them.
Song Lan is burning with anger "We are not handing him over."
Xingchen soothingly runs his hand over Song Lan's clenched fist and Song Lan can hear the insistent message behind it.
Daozhang. Let me handle this.
Xiao Xingchen turns to the boy. "Don't worry. We will not let any harm come to you."
Then he adresses the men in shiny golden armor directly.
"You asked us to bring you back a criminal, but we assessed the situation and haven't found one. We have no intention to further meddle with the Jin can't affairs, so I suggest we leave all that behind us and you let us go."
The guards point their spears at them "we can see the criminal right there. Who are you anyway ?? to speak of us in that way ?"
How these men ask for respect when they can't muster it up themselves is beyond Song Lan and he tightens his grip on his sword.
Xingchen remains unbothered as he bows.
"My name is Xiao Xingchen, from the Celestial Mountain, disciple of Baoshan Sanren. You might have heard of her."
Whispers course through the group. Eventually, they lower their spears.
"Make sure you leave our territory." One of them sneers.
As if we had any intention to stay, Song Lan thinks.
Xingchen bows respectfully, and adresses a small victorious smile to Song Lan.
His hand is still on Song Lan's elbow when they turn to leave but Song Lan barely feels it.
The anger icing his heart isn't unlike frost.
___
Song Lan sits very straight, gaze fixated on the fire in front of them.
Xiao Xingchen breaks the silence first. "I really despise using my masters name in that way."
"I wish..." Song Lan can't finish his sentence. Too much anger is still stuck in his throat, bubbling up like poison, so he clasps his mouth shut.
Thankfully Xiao Xingchen meets him halfway. As always.
"I know. These are not the kinds of people that deserve power."
"It's not fair."
"It isn't. Which is why we have to make it fair."
"If we had a say in it."
"Daozhang, what do you see in your dreams ?"
Song Lan closes his eyes and lets out a shaky breath. Some tension leaves his body.
A place.
A temple, with food and shelter for everyone. Children, boys and girls alike running across the paved court and families rebuilding their lives.
Those who wish to fight our fight, training on the training ground, with no distinction of age, gender, skin nor wealth. Only ability prevails.
A place of enlightenment and peace.
Sun and light, snow and warmth.
A home.
You.
Song Lan slowly opens his eyes.
The boy is sleeping on the other side of the fire. Xingchen's head is resting on Song Lan's thigh.
Song Lan has no idea when it got there, but he doesn't mind.
Xingchen hums softly, eyes closed "Let's make it real."
___
The both of them travel all across the country.
At some point, someone nicknames them the " Gentle Breeze and the Cold Frost"
Song Lan doesn't remember who or when, but he thinks it's quite fitting. Xiao Xingchen doesn't agree.
"Cold frost how ? Daozhang has the warmest heart I have ever seen."
Song Lan absolutely does not blush. Xingchen laughs.
___
Song Lan brings it up once.
Soulmates are still an important topic for some people. What if Xingchen isn't considering forever – staying with him ? Song Lan has –unbeknownst to even himself–begun to take Xingchen’s presence as granted. What if Xingchen someday decides to leave, to search for his soulmate. The thought makes Song Lan's stomach twist.
"Xingchen"
"Yes ? "
"What do you think about soulmates ?"
Xingchen considers it.
"I don't know whether two people meeting should be called fate, destiny or coïncidence. In any case, forging such a bond can be a beautiful thing. Among a sea of people, two particular ones keeping each other afloat."
"Mh." Song Lan nods.
It doesn't answer his question at all.
___
Red spots blossom on Xingcheng's white garments.
Song Lan carefully picks the cloth off the wound. It must hurt like hell but Xingchen barely twiches. He just watches Song Lan's face intently.
"Daozhang is very gentle."
Song Lan doesn't know what to answer, so he doesn't. When he is finished cleaning and bandaging Xingchen's side, Song Lan slides an arm around Xingchen to help him sit up and he grabs a bowl of the soup he set up on the fire.
"You have to eat something."
Xiao Xingchen's still shaky hands reach for it but Song Lan stops him.
"Don't move."
Song Lan carefully brings the bowl to Xingchen's lips and angles it so Xingchen can drink.
When they are done, Xingchen leans back against Song Lan's chest, and Song Lan tightens his grip around Xingchen.
They stay like this in silence for a long moment. Song Lan watches the rise and fall of Xingchen's chest.
"Our plan was quite risky this time." Xingchen says, voice low against Song Lan.
Song Lan hums in agreement. "But it worked." He doesn't like seeing Xingchen getting hurt, but their lifestyle comes with it's unavoidable share of dangers.
"Thank you." Xingchen says softly.
"What for ?"
For everything. "For trusting me."
"Of course."
___
For the first time, Song Lan wishes he could see his soulmark. Because if there isn't written Xiao Xingchen on it, then the heavens must be mistaken.
He considers asking the only person he trusts to look and tell him. But the thought of his neck still being blank, and Xingchen seeing it terrifies him for reasons he can't even name. Worst of all, the thought of Xingchen not having Song Lan's name on his soulmark hurts so much he would rather burn both their soulmarks himself.
Song Lan never even saw Xingchen's soulmark. Of course many ... occasions presented themselves while traveling together, but as they are both pretty chaste, they respect other's privacy.
What if somebody else's name is written somewhere on Xingcheng's body, and Song Lan never realised ?
He tried to push these thoughts aside, but they conrinue to arise, unwarranted, on his mind.
Of course Xingchen notices.
He side eyes Song Lan.
"You can ask me anything you know ?"
There's not use tiptoeing so Song Lan braces himself.
Am I your soulmate ?
The words won't come out. Instead he asks
"Do you have a soulmark ?"
"I do."
Xingchen pulls his sleeve back and Song Lan's heart drops. Xiao Xingchen's wrist glows faintly, but there is nothing written on it.
After all the time they've spent together, after all they've lived through, their shared ideas, the futures they've envisioned together, Song Lan is not Xiao Xingchen's soulmate.
"Song Lan."
Song Lan told himself he wouldn't pay attention to these marks. And yet somehow hope had made its way into his chest. Which is now being ripped out, and it hurts like hell.
In any case, not paying attention to the mark was his choice. Xingchen has a soulmate somewhere in the world, waiting for him. Someone who'd suit him better, who'd be talkative, who–
"Daozhang" Xiao Xingchen presses gently.
Song Lan keeps his gaze averted. They know how to read each other like an open book, and he isn't ready for Xingchen to see just how empty he feels. Though if the tears welling up in his eyes fall, he won't be able to hide it anyway.
He feels Xingchen's slender fingers settle on both sides of his face, his thumb gently brushing over Song Lan's jaw.
Xingchen brings Song Lan's face up, and Song Lan is forced to meet his eyes.
"We swore to each other to protect the defenseless, to rid the world from evil, injustice and discrimination. "
Song Lan swallows. "We did."
"Will you break that oath ?"
"No."
"Will you stay with me ?" Xiao Xingchen asks softly.
"Of course."
Song Lan means it, he really does.
"Always ?" Xingchen insists.
"Yes." Song Lan says without missing a beat. He has always known, but this instant a certainty settles in his heart. No matter who his soulmate is, no matter who Xingchen's soulmate is, Song Lan will always, always stay by Xingchen's side, in whatever capacity he is able to.
"Then that's all there is to it." In a split second, Xingchen moves forward and presses his lips to Song Lan, as his neck starts to burn and Xingchen's wrist – inches away from Song Lan’s face – starts glowing incandescent. Light surges all around them, enveloping both of them in a warm bright halo. It's just like melting into each other.
Against his lips, Xiao Xingchen whispers "We make our own fates."
Once the glow dims a little, Xingchen removes his hands and shows Song Lan his wrist.
There it shows, neatly written
宋岚. Song Lan.
And Song Lan has no doubt about what is written on his neck anymore.
Xingchen just smiles, brighter than the moon. It's blinding. "Fate is not something that controls us. It's something we shape."
Song Lan can barely speak. He pushes himself away, just a little.
"My name. Why did you... why wasn't it..?"
Xingchen blinks and glances sideways.
"My heart was settled a long time ago but... I would have accepted it, had you wished to leave. I didn't want you to think you didn't have a choice." His cheeks have tinted a little rosy, which is an unusual sight for sure. Song Lan's heart jumps a little.
"I wanted you to chose me." Xingchen corrects himself. "Besides I wasn't sure if..."
Song Lan kisses him again.
As they leave, Song Lan takes his hand and laces their fingers together. Maybe the fate they've chosen is not so bad after all.
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