#crushed to death tw

[sonysakura]

According to this graph, I'm only allowed to draw/write canon characters in exactly canon setting and if I want to ship any characters, they have to be a... *checks notes again* ...celibate cishet couple who were preferably born in the same month and year and were introduced to each other with the prospect of becoming romantic partners... oh right, also they have to support current government.

I heard gore is allowed though!

[angermango]

Re: MEMENTO MORI

a few weeks back i suddenly had a lil kick and remembered I haven't tried making something for Madness Day or really done Madness stuff for a long time even though i still love these violent jellybeans dearly and figured I could redo a concept I did for the last Madness Day i did something for back in 2021.

so naturally i left it until last night to actually do most of the drawing. Jeb, Hank and Tricky have all died a stupid amount of times.

[isjasz]

// In stars and time spoilers (of the game mechanic that is in the trailer and in the game description LOL)

[Day 288]

More isat au but guess what quote i can use >:33333333333 LETSGOOOOOOOOOOO (Also yeah introducing what the game is about for those who dont know HEHEHHEHEHEHE)

[crow-with-a-pencil]

Hi @naffeclipse I'm very normal about your fic. Have some frantic midnight sketches as extra kudos along with some tag rambling :)

[gladiatorcunt]

coriolanus snow in a possible fic where he kills reader but loses his mind and has dr. gaul bring them back… like death not even being enough to escape him but also just him being like “nuh uh 👆” at your literal dead body:

ALSO, modern!coryo: (he just wants to be close 😍🥰😽)

[scarletlight-has-issues]

Okay so I've held onto this one for quite a while bc I was self-conscious ab my art style and how it doesn't look nearly as good as a ton of other prohibited wish artists on here but I think it's time to share it-

I had this idea in my head and I just needed to get it out sooo um.

Sorry for the pain

Also I was testing out how I draw maskless Scarab (which is partially inspired by the INCREDIBLE @time-woods's design for their Carma sorry for the @ I just wanted to credit you for the inspo- btw) so it's changed a bit since I drew this bc Ive gotten more used to drawing him-

I have a ton more art in my backlog I'm just,,, self-conscious lol. trying to get better-

PLEASE [tumblr] fix the quality when I post this bc it looks like ass in the editor as Im looking at it rn

[bottledbamboo]

statistically, he wouldn't be able to save everyone.

[justachaoticgremlin]

A Little Broken Dream

Dream wandered the halls of the castle. Everyone was busy, and Dream was bored. He wandered for a while, before spotting the bundle of lavender he’d given Nightmare. It reminded him of something, but he didn’t know what. It made his head hurt to try and remember. He could vaguely recall having an argument with Nighty, and Nighty was sulking about it. He remembered going out to the southern glen, where the lavender grew. He was going to get some as an apology… but the memory was hazy, really hazy. He found that his feet were moving, maybe going to the flower field outside the castle would help him remember? He wasn’t supposed to leave without the others, but not being able to figure out what the memory was frustrated him. So he walked, remembering as he went. 

Nightmare was really upset that fateful day, and Dream wanted to make it right. He got to the flower field and remembered arriving at the glen. He knew which flowers were the best, and he made sure to take his time. A big handful of the prettiest flowers made for a more sincere apology, so he spent a very long time picking lavender. When Dream was done, he walked in the direction he would need to go if this really was the southern glen, back to where the tree would have been. 

He remembered a deep feeling of wrongness in his soul, as if something bad was happening. Anxious, he sped up, almost running, when suddenly, Dream was enveloped in the memory, as if it were happening then and there. Nightmare was standing in front of the stump that had been their Tree. The village was destroyed, with dust and blood everywhere, there were even corpses lying around. 

The village was dead.

The Tree was dead.

His brother was…

Dream looked at Nightmare. Though the goop covering his body was not new to the little skeleton, his soul filled with shock. This was the day… This was when Nighty turned into what he was now. “What happened?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking. His brother looked hurt, and furious. “You did this.” Nightmare looked so angry, so upset. Dream couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t been there when it had happened. He dropped the bundle of flowers, falling to his knees as the memory faded. 

Nightmare had to go through that all alone, because Dream wasn’t there. 

He’d failed. 

He’d failed as a guardian, and as a brother. 

The little skeleton sobbed, unable to believe he’d basically abandoned his brother when the worst thing that could ever happen did happen. He just knelt there, crying for who knew how long. Eventually, he ran out of tears, his magic level too low for him to be able to cry. Still, he sat, his soul breaking into a thousand pieces. It made him feel sick, knowing he’d done such a thing. 

It was then, finally, that Nightmare appeared. Seeing how broken his brother was, he came closer. Dream was too lost in thought to hear him, his mind hazy and his skull aching. With how low Dream’s magic levels were, it made him feel much worse than he would have ordinarily. Nightmare’s hands, firm on the little skeleton’s shoulders, snapped Dream back to reality somewhat. “Dream, what happened?” It was clear Nighty had asked the question several times, and he sounded very worried. “I failed.” It was the only thing Dream said, the words that repeated over and over in his mind. 

Dream was vaguely aware of Nightmare CHECKing him, making sure he was alright. The next thing Dream knew, he was in Nightmare’s arms. When had Nighty picked him up? He had no idea. Dream didn’t have enough magic left to form tears, but he still sobbed, shaking and whimpering as his brother held him. Nightmare wrapped his arms firmly around the little skeleton, offering soft comforts to his tiny brother. Dream didn’t know what the larger, goopy skeleton was saying, but Nighty’s gentle tone helped him calm down a little. 

Once Dream’s whimpers became less frequent, his shaking less violent, Nightmare teleported to the castle. With how low the little skeleton’s magic levels were, Nightmare knew he had to get Dream to drink something, before his dehydration became dangerous. Cross was the first to spot Dream, and immediately Nightmare was met with a rush of questions. Nightmare’s answers were short, and there were some questions Nightmare couldn’t answer. Nightmare explained that Dream was severely dehydrated at that point, and Cross was quick to get the tiny skeleton something to drink. Dream drank it very quickly, still sniffling. 

Once Dream had finished, he looked up at Nightmare, with massive wobbly eyelights. “I’m sorry.” The words were small and tearful, as Dream was crying again. “Sorry? What for?” Nightmare didn’t know what was wrong, his focus was on Dream. He was severely caught off-guard when Dream curled into his chest, and mumbled, “For not being there.” 

One Small Dream belongs to @calcium-cat

[thisisxli]

◭𝑳𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔◮

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Rs: Tomura Shigiraki(Tenko) x GN!reader (afab/amab)

Warnings:

Major character death, sexual depiction, NSFW,

unrequited love?, blood,

betrayal, avoidant attachment

Summary: You, number three hero encounters Shigiraki on multiple occasions. Sometimes the people around you aren't always what they seem.

wc: 1.9k

A/N: justice for Tenko! :(

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When Shigiraki saw you for the first time, he wanted to kill you almost immediately.

You were a pro-hero, a strong one to be in-fact. You were there at the USJ when it attacked, protecting the students. Your sense of reassurance kept the students calm and he didn't like that. He wanted everyone to be in fear, even you.

When he wasn't watching Eraserhead get obliterated by Nomu, he would glance at you just to see your reaction. Your face had drained of color and it had a sickening wrinkle to it, it made him smile.

Those stupid students just had to get in the way, along with All Might. He swore he felt his face get hot when he saw you cradling Eraserhead. That longing look on your face told him everything.

And when everything at the USJ didn't go according to plan, he swore one day, just one day, he'd get you when he came back.

Unfortunately, you weren't at the training camp. But he managed to capture one of UA's first years, one who achieved top high score and stood out from the rest because of his power. Katsuki Bakugou.

The capture of a student had you enraged, you being one of the many heroes who came to their hideout. It seemed not only Eraserhead was important to you, but this student too? Maybe he was a pupil.

He was grinning ear to ear when he saw your face that was twisted in anger, but you were composed. His stomach made five backflips when you had pinned him against the counter while he was caged by Kamui's wooden chain prison. He nearly started laughing when he saw a Nomu throw you to the ground, breaking maybe two or three ribs?

Later then, when All for One lost a fight with All Might, he took a stroll through Deika City with a black hoodie to cover his face. He's thought of killing the civilians around him. To create massacre. But he honestly didn't expect you to exit through a bakery store, bumping into him.

"Ah... My apologies." You bow respectfully towards him, a weak smile displayed on your face. Your breath hitches when you see his face. He would've thought you'd recognize him but oddly enough, you didn't. You just kept staring at him and it made him uncomfortable. "It's fine," he waves towards you, shoving a hand back in his pocket.

He watches the way you scratch your cheek as your face turns pink. "So... what's your name?" He just stares at you. Are you really trying to get to know him? "Tenko. Tenko Shimura," he dryly says. His real name leaves a sour taste in his mouth. "My name is (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N)." You hold your hand out towards him.

He doesn't return it.

You awkwardly laugh, quickly taking the hand back to rub the back of your head. "Well! Uh.. I'll see you around? Wait- uh.. maybe exchange numbers..? Or socials! Either one!"

He chuckles at the way you get flustered before giving you his number. Why did he do it? His encounter with you was all he could think about. Maybe getting to know you was good. Maybe it could help the league and give them the upper hand. His thoughts are put to a quick stop when he hears a 'ding' from his phone.

Weird pro ଓ!

hi! It's (Y/N) from earlier. :)

Do you remember me? Pro-hero from the bakery?

ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

He snorts at your message before typing.

Tenko ঞ

Yeah. I remember you.

He stares at his text message, debating on whether he should send another. When he starts to type, your message pops up again.

Weird pro ଓ!

I was wondering if you wanted to grab some coffee in the morning? ٩( ᐛ )و

He cocks an eyebrow at your text. He starts to debate again. Should he? Maybe he should. Just for the sake of the league, right?

Tenko ঞ

Yeah. Sure.

Don't you have to do your pro-hero stuff?

Weird Pro ଓ!

Well.. Yeah! But I'm pretty sure I have time in the morning. Is 9:10 okay? At the coffee shop by the bakery.

If not, we could just do 10 or 11 :)

Tenko ঞ

Yeah, no. It's fine at 9:10.

Weird pro ଓ!

Okay! Goodnight, Tenko.

Tenko ঞ

👍🏻.

You sigh when you see his 'thumbs up' text, pouting. What a bummer. A cute guy like him seemed like he didn't want your company. But hey, at least he's going? You just hope he was going because he wanted to, not reluctantly.

You arrive at the exact time, checking your phone. Your eyes lit up when his message pops up.

Tenko ঞ

Look to your right.

As you did so, you meet his eyes. He was sitting at a booth with tiramisu sitting in the middle of the table, wearing the same black hoodie as the day before. "Hey! What's this?" You sit down in front of him, licking your lips. He notices. "It's tiramisu. Italian desert," he mutters. "Can.. Can I have a bite?" Your cheeks slightly turn pink, eyeing the dish below. He starts to think you're cute. "Yeah, go ahead. I bought it for us to eat anyway."

You dig out a spoon from the folded napkin, quickly scooping out a piece, hesitant to envelop it in your mouth. He's just watching you eat. It was kind of embarrassing to be honest. You take it in your mouth anyway, eyes lighting up the room. "Wow, I- it's so delicious!" You quickly scoop another, shoving it in your mouth. You do another until both of your cheeks were perfectly round, resembling a squirrel.

Your eyes glitter in excitement. "Ith sho goof!"

His lips twitches upward, almost snickering. He fiddles with the lint in his pocket before putting it upon himself to grab a utensil, putting a spoonful of the desert in his mouth. He nearly perks up. You weren't lying when you said it was good.

Blood rushes to his ears when you swallow, licking off the remaining whip cream around your lips.

"So.. Shimura."

He freezes when he hears his surname roll out of your mouth, looking up at you when you smile sweetly at him.

"What are your hobbies? Do you have a quirk?"

He hears a few bystanders in the café comment about you, pro hero (Y/N) being on a date. His ears turn hot at that but he pays no mind. "Uh.. I play games.."

He pauses, hanging his head low before giving you a grim look. "I can tell you about my quirk another time.

You slightly flinch when he stares at you with his red eyes in some certain way which had you grow a small uneasy feeling. He sort of looked familiar. It was off-putting. "I see. Well.. As you know me, I'm pro-hero #3! I like to draw on my free time sometimes. Or just go out shopping." You awkwardly chuckle, looking away to pretend that small weird moment ever happened. Shigiraki sits up straight, slightly scratching his wrist. "Is that so? How much do you like your hero job?"

"Well... Not a lot, but I do like it.

Don't tell anybody this but.."

You lean in over the table, a finger over your mouth with a hushed voice.

"Sometimes I wish I didn't join the hero's side." Shigiraki's eyes go wide at your statement, nails halting to a quick-stop.

You blink before quickly sitting back, waving your hands around defensively. "Not that I'm saying I would join the villain side! But.. Just to live a normal life.. y'know? The burden of being a hero.. It's a lot. Of course I love saving lives but.. Should I have to risk my own? I want to live my life too.."

You mutter under your breath, laying your head to the side on your arm, playing with the spoon. "I just want to live a normal life. Get married, have kids, and grow old. I can't help but be selfish." His breath hitches when you look up at him with a hopeful expression before sighing, sitting up straight again, stretching. "But a person can dream, am I right?" You wink at him, your usual smile spreading on your face.

Shigiraki stares at you, completely surprised. He had absolutely no idea on what to say. You? Number three hero wants to quit hero life? He doesn't know if he wants to do this anymore. "Yeah..." Time passes as you two continue to talk. He doesn't share a lot of information about his life.

He checks his phone. 10:14 AM.

"I think.. we should go. It's 10:14."

You blink at him in surprise before chuckling, rubbing your head. "Wow.. Is it really? I gotta get to work soon anyways before the media starts talking about me stalling on some hero duty bullshit.." You mutter, yawning. His lips twitches upwards again when he hears you curse.

Next thing he knew, the both of you started to go out more often, starting to call them dates. And after that, he would end up in your bed.

"T-Tenko!" You whimper, clutching onto his back. You drag your nails down his back, leaving red marks behind. Shigiraki huffs, slamming into you at a constant brutal pace.

"ffuckk.." Shigiraki's lips meets yours, muffling your whines and moans, balling his fists tightly at the sides of your head. He disconnects his lips from yours before thrusting in you one last final time, grinding his hips deeply before completely bottoming out. Your thighs shake from the high, shudders escaping you when his his lips ghosts over your throat.

"Tenko.. I.." You choke out, pulling him closer.

"I love you, Tenko." You whisper against his shoulder, closing your eyes. You both lay there for a few minutes. And when he doesn't respond, you slowly start getting anxious. "Tenko..?" You gasp when he pulls out with a 'pop', getting off the bed to put his clothes on. You watch him in awe as he pulls up his pants, saying nothing at all. Of course he didn't have to say anything back but could you really help it after all this time of spending time together? You thought he would've at least felt something as you did.

Your eyes follow him when he goes to the door. "Tenko?"

You're met with silence when he looks back at you one more time, his face turned into a solemn expression. When he leaves, he quietly shuts the door; leaving you alone.

You felt so naked. You felt stupid. How could you possibly think a guy like him would've actually feel for you that way? He was childish. Rude. Ignorant. Irrational. How could you even fall for him? You sob, throwing punches at your head. Why did you ever even try?

Your heart literally breaks into two when you found out Tenko Shimura was Shigiraki this whole time. Your head went into spirals, his whole being breaking your soul.

So when you went on the battlefield, you both fought. But of course, you lost. Was it all on vain? To die in his arms?

He stares blankly into yours with wide eyes, a few hair strands falling past his cheek. You were slowly dying, parts of your body decaying away by the touch of his fingers. He was holding you in his arms, cradling you close. "Tenko..

I love you." Words he was most afraid of escape past your lips. His hand that was coated in your blood reaches up to your cheek, that part decaying too. He squeezes his eyes shut. He wish he could cry. He really does, but he can't.

"I love you too."

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A/N:

EDIT: man I really gotta stop making the tragic loved ones stop saying I love you in the end.

[murderluv23]

Ex-fucking-cuse me, Helluva Boss?!

Ya'll. Fuck you!!

[irondad-defensesquad]

EDIT: Also posted on AO3!

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Peter wakes up late.

Arguably, it’s the weekend. Even then, he’s not someone who sleeps until afternoon. Mainly because someone wakes him for breakfast and to get through the day. And on some weekends, he even has breakfast in bed.

It’s 12 PM when he opens his eyes, hearing no noises out of his room.

Indeed, when he gets out of bed, Peter doesn’t find any signs of life in the Compound. Breakfast is not set. And as far as he’s concerned, no one is in the workshop, for he cannot hear any loud rock music coming from it.

“Um… F.R.I.D.A.Y?” Peter looks at the ceiling. “Where’s Mr. Stark?”

“Boss is currently in a series of meetings. He’ll be back by the evening. He said there’s coffee ready, and food in the fridge to heat up.”

“Oh.”

The boy realizes he’s still wrapped by his blanket, as Peter hugs it close.

“Would you like me to call Boss?” F.R.I.D.A.Y asks.

“No, no, I just wanted to know. Thanks.”

“You can let me know if you need him.”

“It’s okay, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

She doesn’t insist. The house goes silent again.

He wants her to come back.

But he doesn’t say that.

So, Peter goes on with his day. He eats his cereal and he doesn’t mix the coffee with milk like he usually does. He doesn’t like black coffee like Tony does… but it doesn’t feel wrong this time. Peter tries sending messages to Ned and MJ, but they both have plans for today so they won’t be able to talk much today. Aunt May is out of town, hence why Peter is staying over. She does ask if everything is okay, and Peter reassures her he’s fine. May tells him to count on Tony with anything he needs.

Peter just sends her a smiling emoji.

He decides not to talk to Karen. One, putting his suit in the Compound for no reason other than to chat with someone is weird. Second, she would certainly let Tony know, and his mentor would immediately tell something is wrong.

Peter goes to the workshop. He greets DUM-E. As much as he loves the little bot, DUM-E only beeps and Peter has not yet figured out his language. The arachnid doesn’t have anything to fix on his suit. He asks F.R.I.D.A.Y if Tony needs any help with his projects (his mentor has given him permission to help him out if he wants). But apparently, there isn’t anything to be fixed.

Right. Nothing in the workshop, then.

Peter tries watching TV. He doesn’t really focus. He checks his phone but there aren’t any new messages. His friends are too busy for him. Time is passing very slowly. It’s not even mid afternoon and Tony will take forever to come back.

Finally, he goes back to his room. He needs to get his math homework done, anyway. Peter gets his earphones ready and he starts reading the book, his notebook page blank, waiting for his train of thought.

Except the music is too distracting. Even if he lowers the volume, it doesn’t help. But if he pauses it entirely, Peter’s thoughts are going to scream louder.

His notebook judges him. The words and instructions in his book don’t make sense. Even though Peter re-reads over and over again, they only get more confusing, and he loses more patience, as his head pounds.

Ask for help, a little voice says inside him.

Help for what? Homework?

It’s not just homework.

But it’s not important.

Everyone has better things to do.

Peter growls, breaking his pencil in half with a lot of ease, then dropping the meaningless pieces on the floor. He can’t bring himself to fix it or simply throw in the garbage. It’s just a stupid pencil anyway.

His book is slowly consumed by teardrops.

Countless.

Like it’s raining right in it.

Only Peter is the big storm cloud that can’t make it stop. That can’t do the most basic of things.

He can’t take it anymore.

He sobs. A lot. Loud.

It probably echoes in the penthouse.

People won’t hear it, though.

Peter covers his eyes, now wetting his hands instead of the book. The music is still playing and it’s mocking him. You’re stupid. You’re useless. You can’t do anything right.

He cries for a good couple of minutes. It only grows louder and more painful. Peter doesn’t know why he’s like this. He can handle things alone. He has always handled everything on his own and he never broke down like this. Why is he like this now?

The emptiness around him is engulfing him. It’s empty like his apartment when Uncle Ben died. Peter couldn’t sleep for days when it happened. Mostly because he was distracted trying to save other people’s lives, to prevent another tragedy from happening.

But there’s no one to save.

Peter is trapped.

He can’t do this.

He can’t do this.

He can’t…

…

Someone is knocking on the door.

“Peter?”

Suddenly, he’s back in the bedroom, the book and notebook are just… school objects. They aren’t saying anything.

Peter is too shocked to even open his mouth.

“Peter, I’m coming in.”

Shit. Fuck.

The boy hides himself, turning away from the door, also using his arm to try and pretend the tears aren’t there.

“M-Mr. Stark! I thought- Why”– the teen gulps, unsure what to say that won’t blow his cover. He fears he’s failed anyway –“What’re you doing here?”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y called me, she said you needed me.”

Even though Tony doesn’t sound annoyed in the slightest, Peter only feels pathetic and ashamed of the last three words.

“Y-You didn’t have to come here, Mr. Stark.”

He senses Tony approaching.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” the man patiently requests.

“I don’t know! Something is wrong with- with my brain!” Peter lashes out. He hates himself for that. Despite that, Tony doesn’t get angry. “I tried to distract myself but there was nothing to fix in the lab, TV didn’t help, and not even my stupid homework helps because I’m stupid-!”

“Hey, hey, hey…” Tony is kneeling down next to him. “You’re not stupid. It’s okay.”

Peter cries again with the other’s soft voice. “I can’t do anything, Mr. Stark.”

“That’s okay. You just need a break, kiddo.”

“Yeah, but…”

It’s not just a break that he needs.

“... what’s the point if I’m just gonna be alone?”

Tony gently places a hand on Peter’s arm. The boy finally looks back at him.

“I’m here. You’re not alone.”

“But what about your meetings? They must be more important.”

“You’re more important to me, Pete.”

He knows that, doesn’t he?

Why does it make Peter emotional anyway?

Regardless, Tony throws away the broken pencil for him.

“Come on, buddy,” he calls him, standing on his feet but waiting for Peter to follow him. Actually, he wants Peter to lead the way.

That way, the two end up at the couch. The TV is on and Peter couldn’t care less about what’s airing. Tony grabbed his blanket and wrapped him up in a burrito. Even though he’s wearing an expensive suit, he hugs Peter close and he starts telling him about the meetings today and how boring they were. He also talked shit about some of the people he had to debate with.

For the first time today, Peter smiles, at peace.

Everything is alright now.

[toasty-owl-arts]

Monsuki- Blame

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[one-time-i-dreamt]

My best friend broke up with her ex crush and then he had a kid with someone else and died in my elevator.

[rk-tmblr]

“I know that when I'm gone, you'll fall at my feet and scream why did I do it? Why didn't I let you die for her? Not me.”

ALNST Ivan/Till

[serickswrites]

Make Me Your Villain XI

Master list here (includes chapter links, summary, and character bios)

Warnings: violence, threat of death, self sacrifice, falling from a great height, broken bones, crush injuries, blood, injury, gore, character death, unconsciousness, power exhaustion, heart break, shock

Nova realized she made a mistake when she lunged for Jude’s latest apprentice. He was a hulking brute whose power was, unsurprisingly, strength. And so when his hand closed around her wrist and he threw her towards the roof’s edge, Nova realized she was definitely going over. She could hear Henry distantly screaming in her comms. But it didn’t matter. Nothing he was going to say was going to stop her from flying over the edge.

“NO!” Liam shouted, shadows shooting out from him and grasping onto her wrist. He was on the opposite end of the roof and the brute was charging towards him. As Nova felt the familiar sensation of being pulled through the in-between, Nova saw Jude’s apprentice tackle Liam and the two of them fall over the edge of the roof.

“NO!” She screamed as the Haven materialized around her.

Henry stared at her open-mouthed. “You’re ok.”

“How do I go back? How do I go back?” Nova was up and trying to reach for the in-between.

Henry shook his head. “You don’t.”

Nova felt frantic as panic clawed its way up her throat. Liam. Liam was falling. “He needs me, I have to go back! He was falling off the roof!”

“He’ll teleport here in just a moment. You see.” Henry tried to not look concerned. “He never lets himself land.”

“Jude’s apprentice was holding him, Henry! Holding him! He can’t teleport out without—“

“Bringing him here, too.” Henry’s face fell. “It’ll take us over an hour to get to him.”

Nova opened her mouth to scream it wasn’t good enough when Liam’s scream of pain had her spinning around. Liam lay in the middle of the floor, a limp, and very bloody apprentice on top of him. His shadows stayed in place on the ground, though she could see them try to rise. “Liam! Liam!” She shouted as she hurried forward.

“PLEASE! PLEASE!” Liam screamed. “OFF! OFF!” His face was contorted with pain as tears streamed down his face.

Henry carefully rolled the apprentice off Liam. Liam shrieked with pain as the apprentice’s leg jostled his hips. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” Henry repeated.

“Liam, Liam, baby, look at me. Look at me, baby,” Nova said as she knelt beside him. She could see several broken bones jutting out through his skin, blood soaking his shirt and pants. She wasn’t sure how much was his and how much was Jude’s apprentice’s. He seemed to be shaking as he lay there.

His pale, pain filled eyes turned to her. His eyes were hazy and Nova could see he was on the verge of passing out. “Baby, I can heal you. I can. Just tell me what’s the worst pain and I’ll start with that.”

Liam blinked slowly. She could see that his tenuous grip on consciousness was fading fast. She tapped his cheek. “Liam, Liam, don’t faint.” But his eyes had already rolled into the back of his head as he fainted.

“The apprentice is dead,” Henry said as he watched Nova begin to glow. “Combo of what looks like some stab wounds and crush injuries.”

Nova’s stomach lurched. “Not crush. Injuries from falling off the roof.” She concentrated on Liam’s spine. She could feel his muscles and sinew reknit, his bones reforming beneath her light.

“They both hit the ground. And Liam waited to teleport out until he knew the apprentice was dead.” Henry knelt next to Liam, stroking his hair gently. “Can you heal him?”

Nova nodded. She had built up more stamina since the last time she had to heal a serious wound. But this was a lot. Both of Liam’s legs were broken in multiple places, his collar bone, hips, and she was fairly certain his arms were also broken. After healing his spine, she realized she had to heal his ribs, or else they could pierce his lungs.

“I’m going to need a lot of coffee. And something to eat. A lot of something.” She had learned that if she kept up her blood sugar, she could keep healing for quite a while. “But, I can heal him.”

And Nova healed Liam. When she was done, she could barely sit up, but he was whole. Liam hadn’t regained consciousness the entire time she healed him—prompting her to try focus her light on his head—but she realized he probably wouldn’t regain consciousness for a while.

She let Henry carry Liam to his bed while she tried to get up and follow behind. She managed to stand, but collapsed as soon as she went to take a step forward. Maybe she had pushed herself a little too far. She was saved from having to crawl across the house by Henry coming back for her.

“Thought you would need some help,” Henry said as he lifted her in his arms.

“Thanks, Hen-Hen-Henry,” she muttered failing to stifle a huge yawn. As Nova’s head hit the pillow, she let the exhaustion that filled her bones suck her under. Though she very much wanted to check on Liam, she knew he would sleep until morning. That he was whole. That he was safe. And that Henry would come get her if anything was wrong.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains by the time Nova woke. She had clawed her way to consciousness, no longer wanting to be trapped in her dream state. Liam’s screams, his broken body, haunted her dreams. He was alive. She had healed him. He was ok.

Nova dragged herself from bed, groaning as she went. She was still exhausted, but couldn’t sleep any longer. She needed food. And she needed to see Liam. She knocked on his door as she headed slowly down the hall. His room was silent as she pressed her ear to the door. She thought that perhaps he was still asleep as she continued to the kitchen. He needed sleep.

Henry wasn’t in the kitchen either. Nova enjoyed a quiet cup of coffee by herself in the kitchen—a rarity at this point. The house was strangely silent, a lonely hush falling over the rooms. Nova wasn’t comfortable with the quiet, hadn’t been since she arrived. This was a house that needed to be filled with laughter and chatter. But it had been silent for so long. She had begun to fill it with sound—an indoor fountain tinkled in the entry way, music played in several rooms, and most of all, she filled it with their laughter. Her laughter. Henry’s laughter. And Liam’s laughter.

But she was too tired now to try and fill the house with sound. Liam’s screams still echoed in her ears. The house needed sound. She needed sound. But she needed sleep. Liam was still asleep. Perhaps Henry was as well. As she trudged back to her bed, Nova flicked on the radio in her room, filling the room with the soft, sweet sounds of a piano and cello. Nova shoved her face in the pillow once more, promising she would fill the house with good sounds when she woke again.

The next time Nova woke, the sun was low in the sky, though the warm light still filled her room. She stretched as she rose, turning to look out the window, gazing out over the vast grounds. Maybe she could pick some flowers to put in Liam’s room. Fill all the rooms with something bright and lovely.

To Nova’s complete and utter surprise, she saw Liam in one of the lawn chairs, wrapped in a large, soft blanket. He was awake! Nova rushed from her room. If he was awake they could talk. She needed to see his was ok. Needed to hold him and be held by him.

Liam’s face was pale, paler than his normal pale, and his features drawn with pain. He was wrapped completely head to toe in the soft blue blanket than Nova knew normally lay on his bed. His hands lay limply in his lap. He shouldn’t be up, Nova thought to herself as she walked across the grass. He’s too ill, he should be in bed. “How did you get out here? You shouldn’t be teleporting yet, baby,” She said as she approached.

Liam’s shadows moved slowly, sluggishly, barely moving towards her. “Henry helped me,” Liam said as he retreated behind his curtain of golden hair.

“That’s good, baby. I’m glad you didn’t teleport out here. I would have helped you, Liam. You could have just—“

“Nova, I can’t ask you to do that.” Liam’s voice was flat and stilted.

“What did you call me?” Nova’s heartbeat quickened.

“Nova. Your name.” Liam still hid behind his hair. Nova couldn’t even remember the last time he had done with with her.

“You haven’t called me Nova in months.”

Liam let out a sigh. “Nova, I….I think you and I both know that this would never work.”

“No. Why are you saying this?” Nova couldn’t breathe.

“I can’t put you at risk like that. If Jude gets wind that I love you, he will do everything he can to kill you.”

Nova couldn’t let this happen. She wouldn’t let this happen. She wouldn’t let him go without a fight. “He’s already doing that.”

“But this is worse, Nova. He will try and end you to hurt me. I can’t let that happen.” Liam’s words were quiet, but clear.

"What are you saying?” Nova knew he didn’t mean what he was saying. That once he went to say the words he would realize his error.

Liam’s hands twitched in his lap. “I’m saying I think you would be safer if we would be just friends, Nova.”

Nova’s heart pounded. This wasn’t happening. He didn’t mean it, she knew that. She knew that he was being an idiot and just needed to be reminded of how much she loved him. How much he loved her.

“What about what I want? Huh? What about what I want or need? Liam, goddamnit look at me!” Nova breathed heavily through her nose. How dare he do this to her. How dare he make the decision for her.

Liam looked up at her at last. His pale, soft, blue eyes shiny with unshed tears. “Sometimes we can’t always get what we want. It’s not you, Nova. It’s never you. I’m….I’m in no position to be in a relationship. I think you should just forget about this.”

“I don’t want to, Liam. Please.” Nova felt her own eyes water.

Liam stood up on trembling legs. “And I don’t want you to get hurt because of me. I’m sorry, Nova. I never intended to hurt you. But I also won’t be the reason why Jude doubles his efforts to kill you.” He started to lift his hand to her, but dropped it to his side after a moment.

Before Nova could reply Liam disappeared. “FUCK!” Nova screamed as she dropped to her knees and began to sob in the grass. She couldn’t bear to only be friends. Especially when he still loved her. Liam loved her! And Jude had successfully wounded both of them, driving them further apart instead of bringing them together. “GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!”

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i geniunely just feel like hurting myself w this anyw pre rok yata dead au fushimi finding his diary full of sad stuff

Remember: the best way to hurt yourself is to hurt everyone else reading this too :D Imagine how sad this would be though, Yata dying before he and Fushimi can reconcile and then Fushimi really getting to read and understand how much Yata missed him and that Yata never left him behind at all. Like say Yata gets randomly killed by some Strain, not even a super strong one or a King or anything, just a regular old Strain and Yata’s in the wrong place at the wrong time. Obviously in the aftermath Homra is dealing with things and Fushimi’s trying his hardest to act like he’s not affected when he’s really dealing with all these complex emotions. When Homra goes to clean out Yata’s place Kusanagi suggests Fushimi come along, Fushimi refuses but Anna shows up at S4 later holding a book in her hands. She gives it to Fushimi and tells him Misaki would have wanted him to have it. Fushimi bitterly denies that, why should Yata want to give anything to his enemy, but Anna just looks at him silently until he nods and takes the book.

It sits on Fushimi’s desk for a couple days before he can finally bring himself to open it, wondering why he would want to read Misaki’s stupid diary that’s probably all about how awesome Mikoto is. Instead the very first line on the first page is ‘Saruhiko left today.’ The entry goes on, ‘Totsuka-san said it might be good to write things down when I feel upset, so I guess I’ll try that. I’m not good at writing so this won’t be fancy or anything. I dunno what to write.’ And then a big space between paragraphs and at the bottom of the page: ‘I miss Saruhiko. What if he doesn’t come back?’.

Fushimi turns the page and there’s another entry, something random this time about all the fun Yata had that day in Homra, but then once again at the bottom of the page: ‘I’m glad I didn’t have to go back to the apartment until it was late. I miss having Saruhiko there.’ Fushimi wants to just shut the diary but he keeps reading, fingers clenching on the pages as he reads about the first time he and Yata met post-betrayal. Yata’s talking about how Fushimi’s such an asshole, such a traitor and Fushimi grins all ‘that’s right,’ but there’s still that last line: ‘why doesn’t he just come back already. I miss the old Saruhiko.’ Fushimi mutters to himself that Yata doesn’t understand if he’s still asking that, turning the page.

Yata’s diary talks about how he had to move out of the old apartment, ‘it feels too empty without Saruhiko. I dunno what to do with the stuff he left. I took the kotatsu but it stopped working again and I don’t know how to fix it. I brought Saru’s stuff along anyway, I put it in the closet. If he comes back, I’ve got it.’ Fushimi suddenly remembers Kusanagi asking him to come clean Yata’s place and he clicks his tongue, wondering why his vision is blurring suddenly and muttering that the low light is making his eyes sting. He keeps on reading and there are so many entries, a lot of them are about Homra but even more are about him, Yata wondering if Fushimi’s eating right (‘he just looks so skinny okay, what are those assholes feeding him at Scepter 4,’), worrying when he hears someone at S4 got hurt in a mission (‘why the hell should I even worry about that bastard…anyway I bet he’s fine, right? Saruhiko is strong’), talking about old memories and wondering what happened to make things turn out this way (‘Did I do something? Did I make Saruhiko leave? I just want him to come back and be my friend again’). Soon Fushimi’s been up hours and imagine him finally just shoving the book in his desk, hiding his face with his hands and trying to tell himself that this doesn’t matter, it’s fine isn’t it, everything broke anyway so it’s fine that he left, even though he’ll never see Misaki again it’s fine.