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with-my-calamitous-love · 3 months ago

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YOU’LL SEE ME IN HINDSIGHT

touya todoroki x reader

you spend one last night with your husband before he goes to battle shouto and endeavour.

angst/smut, mha official ending spoilers

part 1/3

inspired by wildest dreams

2 years of hiding. 2 years of silence. 2 years of putting the outside world on pause. 2 years of bliss.

to fall of the face of the earth with your beloved was possibly the most romantic thing you could have ever experienced. you existed in your own snow globe, dancing in circles round and round shielded from the outside world. but you both knew it wouldn’t be forever.

you had a quiet house on the countryside, surrounded by gorgeous acres of land. for you and touya, it seemed much to large for both of you. but acres of nature’s serene solitude provided the two of you enough time to escape from the world. you, at least, wanted to escape. for touya, it was more like purgatory. this is where he spent his time before death.

the backyard was perhaps your favourite part. you sat on the old wooden steps on the porch, eyeing the lush vegetation that seemed to thrive despite the ever-increasing fleetingness of the moment. soon, no one would pick the peaches from the trees, or harvest the sweet strawberries from the bushes. no one would admire the flowers that grew for miles or the sweet smell of life. no one would ever see the beauty of the land that touya todoroki loved you on.

you hear his creaky footsteps come up behind you, watching you as you watch the world- like you are his world. for a moment, he sees nothing.

“the magnolias.” words finally escape your lips.

“hm? whats that doll?” he asks.

you take a deep breath, prying your eyes away from the garden and finally turning to face your lover. your hand raises to point at the delicate white petals bundled together like a stanza.

“those ones over there. magnolias. they smell the sweetest.”

his blue eyes follow over to where you point as he sits down next to you. he simply nods, looking at the flowers you told him smelled the best.

a thought crosses your mind. you overheard him talking it over with shigaraki. you knew what tomorrow was. yet you were hesitant to let the words leave your mouth. you didn’t even want to dare it.

“…you know you’re going to die, right?”

the words leave your tongue like a curse.

at first, he looks over at you, bewildered by the statement. but touya isn’t dumb- he knows you can pick up on things. and he knows he isn’t dumb enough to wanna lie to you- though admittedly the lie is better. the lie is so much more comforting in this instance.

“…i know, doll.” touya tells the truth.

you don’t say anything, but your silence is perhaps the loudest thing he’s heard all day.

“its too late to give up on it now.” he says it like he’s trying to salvage it. as if theres any way to fix all the pain he hasn’t even caused you yet. he knows your grief is only inevitable.

“…thought so.” you sigh, getting up from the creaky wooden steps and moving back into your home. its a home that you and touya have built together. dirty rugs with tracks stained from his large black boots. your coat and his hanging from the door, his so much darker and larger than yours. the dirty bowls in the sink you have yet to wash, leftover from soba night. the memories, the dreams, the love. the world was about to see dabi, but for two years you got to love touya.

so many memories were suddenly engulfed in fire. dancing barefoot in the kitchen, trying on his coat that reached the floor on your frame, hugging him and feeling the warmth only he could give you. all of it was soon to be ash.

he follows you into the house, watching as you move about. he’s silent, since words always seemed to fail him when it came to you. theres a heavy tension that lingered in the house. soon, this wouldn’t be yours and touya’s home. soon, these walls would be haunted. soon, this would no longer be a home.

“you know theres no way you’re getting out of this alive, right?” you ask as if to confirm your worst fears. funny, since you already knew the answer.

“…as long as i take that old bastard down with me.” touya says, a familiar flicker of revenge ruminating in his brilliant turquoise eyes. perhaps love wasn’t meant to end suffering, after all.

and thats enough to make your voice resonate with that familiar crack of anguish.

“…what about me, touya..?”

he winces. he expected you to yell, to scream at him. to tell him how much of an asshole he is. how much you hate him. somehow, your strangled, quiet cry hurts more.

“you… you’ll be fine. you manage.” he’s lying through his teeth and you both know it.

what else could you say?

you turned away from him, walking upstairs to your bedroom. this was the room you loved the most. so many late nights and sunny, early mornings. god, getting to see him all tuckered out from the previous night, the deepest morning voice you have ever heard. his cheeky remarks, half lidded blue eyes looking into you. the way he pulls you back into bed, asking where the hell you think you’re going. all of that love was packing its bags and moving on.

he follows you again, not knowing what else to say but not wanting the conversation to end either. maybe he just didn’t want you and him to end, despite the fact that neither of you had a choice.

“i was never apart of your plan, was i?” your voice cracks again, asking him to confirm your deepest hurt. you knew it to be true. loving you was never something touya ever intended on doing. yet he stayed.

he only sighs, trying to find the right words. “i’m sorry. i never meant to drag you into this-“

“don’t be.” you quickly cut him off once you realize he’s not denying anything.

touya was a man of promises. he knows that he’s made a vow. a vow to bring endeavour down, to expose him for all the suffering he’s condemned him to. to show his father that he was the worst thing to ever happen to the flame hero. he branded that promise deep into his heart, and he had 0 intentions of letting it up now.

not even for you.

the sound of cooing causes both of you to stare out the window. there, perched on the window sill, are two doves- happily chirping to one another, unbeknownst of the pain just lurking behind the glass.

“you know, doves mate for life.” you say, looking at the smaller one nestling into the snow white feathers of its much larger companion.

“kind of romantic, isn’t it?” touya shrugs, also noting the way the two birds hold onto each other like nothing else matters. even with the ability to fly, to sore the sky and see the stars up close, the two birds loved each other like none of that was even remotely interesting.

“it is romantic.” you agree. “loving each other for the rest of their lives. even if that life is short.”

he quickly catches on.

touya swore he’d love you for the rest of his life. even if that life was too short for him.

touya watches the birds alongside you, their delicate, graceful forms seeming to symbolize something more than just a couple of birds resting on a window sill. they continue to coo quietly to each other, cuddling and nuzzling against each other, completely at ease and content with the love they’d found.

after a moment of silence, touya speaks up, his voice quiet and hesitant.

"you know i don’t want to leave you, right?”

wanting seemed irrelevant, here. it didn’t matter what you or touya wanted. fate was decided, against what either of you want.

“i know.” you say, solemnly. you rest your hands on touya’s side of the dresser, like a wounded soldier hanging his head low. your heart was hurting. by this time tomorrow, he’d be gone. the love of your life would be gone.

for a second, touya is lost in his own world of hate. he hates himself, more than he’s hated anyone in his entire life. he hates himself for letting you love him. he hates himself for having to leave you here, all alone, safe and stranded.

he’s then pulled out of his trance when he sees you in his drawer, holding the ring he’s kept hidden from you for months. a beautiful, silver ring with a sapphire as deep as the blue sea. alongside is his ring, just a simple, silver band. he mentally curses himself for not hiding it well enough.

his heart beats out of his chest, watching you slowly turn to him, holding the ring.

“you remembered i like sapphires.” you say, not a question but a statement. of course he remembered your favourite gemstone. touya remembered every little thing he loves about you.

“yeah… course i did, doll.” he says, as if its obvious he remembered.

he wishes he could actually cry when he sees you slip it onto your left ring finger. god, it fits you perfectly. his eyes remain mesmerized as you flex your fingers, seeing how it looks on you.

you legs carry you over to him, pulling him in close. you rest your hands on his chest and your forehead against his. touya’s scarred hands find their way to your waist, drawing you in as if to shield you from all the heartache thats to come.

“you know we can’t actually get married, right?” you dryly chuckle, your voice barely a whisper. “especially not legally.”

he hums in response. he’s well aware you two could never go down to a courthouse and officially commit to one another. “you think i care ‘bout that?” he manages a smirk. “i still wanna marry you. even if its just between us.”

“so, you’re really gonna turn me into a widow tomorrow hm?” you ask.

his blue eyes flicker down to your ring, his brain still unable to compute that its real. “i guess so.”

you smile, though theres an undeniable hint of sadness in your eyes that touya knows all too well.

“i know you don’t wanna leave me, touya.” you whisper, looking into his eyes, staring into his soul.

he physically feels his heart clench at your words. and at the look in your eyes, he feels a wave of emotion wash over him. he wants to reach out and take you into his arms, to hold you tight and never let go. but he can’t. he has to stay strong, no matter how weak you make his resolve.

“i.. i know i don’t want to leave you, i don’t want to leave you behind. but i have to. i have to do this. i have to take him down.” he says, gritting his teeth at the thought of that bastard.

“i hope you do.” you encourage. “fuck that guy.”

touya almost laughs at this, pressing his forehead against yours. “yeah. fuck that guy.”

“i… i hate him. i hate him for doing this to you. for turning you into this. for taking you away from me. from what we could have had.” you can’t help the tear that falls from your eye just thinking about it, thinking about what you lost. the husband you could have had, the kids, the future… all of that could only live on in your dreams, now.

touya’s eyes widen in surprise and pain at your words. he honestly hadn't thought about it like that before, hadn't considered how endeavour’s actions had impacted you, too. he knew that his hatred and need for revenge had caused a rift between the two of you, but hearing you say it out loud, seeing the pain in your eyes, it cuts straight to his heart.

he looks at you, his expression torn between anger and guilt.

"i’m sorry. i’m sorry I've put you through all this, doll. i’m sorry i let my anger and hate consume me. its all i know.” he says, closing his eyes. he can’t bare to watch you cry over something as pathetic as him.

“i… i think you’re a murderer. and a villain. touya.” you seethe. and he accepts that hatred from you, because he doesn’t deserve anything more or less.

“and i also think you’re a deeply traumatized person who was stuck as a kid who feels like nothing but a failure after, being in a 3 year coma.” you conclude your true feelings. he doesn’t say anything to that for a moment.

he knew that you saw him for what he was- a killer, a villain, a monster. but hearing you say it out loud, hearing you sum up his entire life, stung.

he tightens his grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh slightly as he struggles to keep his emotions in check. he keeps his eyes averted, unable to meet your gaze.

“i know what i am. what I’ve become. i don’t know what else to do.” he says, defeated, like the end of a long battle.

“can you love me? is that an option?” your question is more of a plea than anything else. finally, he looks you in the eye, as if the answer to that question is obvious.

“you’re the only thing i think i’m capable of loving.” he admits, more to himself than to you.

“you’re the only thing thats made my life worth living. and im so fucking grateful. for you. and your love.” the way he says it like a goodbye hurts all too much. but its words you need to hear. making him feel love was an absolute honour.

you pull him close to you, wrapping your arms around his neck desperately. oh, to memorize the feeling of his body against yours as his strong arms circle your waist, pulling you up to match his taller frame.

“you’re the best i’ve ever loved.” you say.

“you’re the only thing i’ve ever loved.” he confirms.

“then spend one last night with me. as your wife. whatever you do in the morning is up to you, i don’t care, but just give this night to us.” he can’t deny the way you beg him- even though you don’t even have to ask. he was already planning on it, visualizing all the ways he was going to physically show you he loves you in the bed tonight. but he needs to make sure, first.

“are you sure you want that, doll? one last night?”

“what i want is forever, touya.” you clarify. “but if i can have just one last night, i think we can make it work.”

and once he’s gotten your consent, the rest of the night is set.

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most think that guys can only fuck or make love- but touya gave you both and everything in between that night.

the way his hands roamed over every inch of your body like he was trying to etch himself onto you. god, the way his cock slid in and out of you at an unreasonably fast pace. he can’t help that he wants you, that he wants to be the only guy to ever throw you onto the mattress and fuck you till your absolutely spent all over him.

“fuck. yeah? ya like that doll?” he groans into your ear, the filthy sounds of skin slapping together filling the room. “gonna fuck you so good. god, your pussy is so fucking good.”

he has you on your back, turquoise eyes drinking in the way your eyes roll to the back of your skull. to say it looked absolutely filthy was an understatement, but to you two and just you two, this was how you showed love. touya was never a man of words- sure, he could tell you that he loves you, that he wants you, and that he doesn’t want to leave you, but you both already know that. so he lets his actions speak for him: spreading your legs to opposite sides of the room, playing with your pussy until your absolutely gushing, and not even daring to stop even when you can barely form a coherent sentence. he loves how he gets you like this. because he fucks you until your sobbing- partly from the mind melting pleasure, and partly from the fact that you know you’ll never find a cock this good ever again.

and touya’s not usually a huge biter or a kissed, but god, does he go crazy over the way you scream when he sinks his teeth in. and he won’t stop at a few nicks- you’re funny. the way he loved you is agonizing. loving you manifests as an all-consuming entity. he’s driven wild by the pleasure, and he wishes he could just have you whole right now.

if theres one thing you learned from loving touya, its that the idea of love being just a feeling, a simple chemical in the brain, was simply incorrect. no. love is not a feeling. love cannot be summed up into a simple 7 letter word. love took over your senses, the sight, the ears, the touch, the smell and especially the taste. you honestly wished touya would just consume you. and not just for lust or for petty desires. you wished to become a part of him. he wanted to taste your flesh against his lips like it was god damn salvation. let his being be apart of yours as his lips bless your skin, begging for another bite. let him feel something that is so wrong yet so right. let him want something that feels too good to be true. because its him. god, the way he loves you as if he’s savouring the rhythm of your heart- only he makes it beat that way. he watches, absolutely mesmerized as your fluids drip down your thighs, watching how he makes you melt. in the end, the two of you are reduced to nothing but empty space. because you were touya’s favourite part of himself.

you scream his name until his throat runs dry, as he continuously chases the feeling of your velvet walls clenching around his cock. god, the way he feels when your nipples slide over his pecs. how you scratch down hid back, how he actively has to keep his quirk in check as not to burn you- not that you’d mind a brand in the shape of his hand. he’s already left his fingerprints all over you, anyway.

“p-please! ah! don’t stop!” you moan for probably the 100th time. not that touya’s complaining, he loves your desperate side. he loves that he’s the one who can coax it out of you.

you’ve lost track of how many times you’ve come. from his fingers, to his mouth, to his cock that felt like it was shaped especially for you. your thighs tremble around his waist desperately, begging him to pull yet another orgasm out of you. and touya happily obliges. he loves to fuck you till all you can think of is him.

he can feel himself unraveling, wanting nothing more than to see his cum dripping down your beautiful pussy. he knows that this is the last chance he’ll have to take you like this. and when you arch your back and scream ‘TOUYA!’ at the top of your lungs, he loses it.

the groan he lets out in your ear as he finally releases himself into you is mouthwatering. warm, thick, ropes of his seed stuffing you to the absolute brim. you feel your toes curl and your mind blank, only being able to focus on the sensation of his love melting away every single worry or doubt in your mind. the way the sweat from his and your body forces you two to stick together as he holds you against him, helping you come down from the intense high.

his body collapses down beside you, mustering all his leftover energy to pull you closer to him. he pulls the blanket over you and him, like cementing his rightful place next to you, holding you in his arms.

“could lay here with you forever.” he utters, somewhat hoping you won’t catch what he says.

“i wish you would.” of course you catch on.

he pulls back slightly to look you in the eye. having you here, hair sprawled out, in his arms. you’re covered in the evidence of him like your a crime scene- his favourite crime at that.

his heart clenches at the thought of tomorrow. that at this time in 24 hours, he won’t be with you anymore. and that made him want to scream.

your hands move up to cradle his chin, brushing your thumb over his lower lip. your voice is rasped from your recent activities as you ask your question: “can i ask you something?”

“anything, doll.” he says confidently.

you inhale deeply. “can… can you feel me here?”

you motion to his burnt lower lip, and then to his patches of purple, burnt skin, barely holding itself together. its a question you’ve wondered for years, yet have always feared the answer.

his silence is nerve wracking, before finally answering.

“yeah. i can.”

even then, you’re not convinced.

“even when i kiss you?” your voice is barely above a whisper.

he leans in closer, as if its important to him that you hear this.

“you’re the only person that makes me feel things, doll. yes, i can feel you.”

he inhales again, knowing that he needs to ask you this sooner or later.

“promise me something, babygirl.”

“anything.” you nod.

“promise me… promise me that when i walk out that door tomorrow. promise me you’ll find some other guy. someone that makes you happy and protects you. that..”

that loves you like he does. but touya knows that no one will ever love you like he does.

to say your heart shattered at that was an understatement. how could you ever even think of finding another man, when your heart irrevocably belonged to touya todoroki?

“…is that what you want?” you asked, still shocked.

the question hits him like a punch to the gut. no, he absolutely, unequivocally does not want that. the thought of someone else with you, loving you, holding you, being with you… it makes him sick to his stomach. no, he can’t even bare the thought of someone being tangled with you like this. dreaming of you like he does. loving you with a love so bright it burns- it made him sick.

and when he thinks of that. of you moving on without him.. selfishly, so fucking selfishly, it makes him want to burn the world down. because if it’s nothing but ash, no one will get to have you, even he’s gone. maybe to love him meant burning it all down, anyway.

and for a moment, he's tempted, so very tempted, to say no, to tell you that he wants you to never move on, to tell you to love him and only him, selfish as it may be. but he can't. not when he knows he never even deserved you in the first place.

"…yes."

and you have the audacity to scoff.

he looks on confused, and a little offended. what was so audacious in this moment it had you laughing?

“touya.” you call his attention. his blue eyes never even left your sight as he nods.

“do you honestly think love just ends when you leave?”

it stumps him, for a moment. like his heart stuttering at the thought. he tries to figure out where you’re going with this as he answers.

“no. i don’t.” he affirms.

“exactly.” you say. “it doesn’t. in fact, i don’t think i’ve loved you any more than i do right now. love is felt the strongest when its leaving.”

your words do more to him than he’d like to admit. he gulps.

“so even right now, you love me?”

the answer to that should have been obvious.

“i’m never not loving you.”

he manages a dry chuckle, pressing his forehead to yours. god, he wishes he could have this forever. but he knows a demon like him can’t enter heaven.

so for now, he embraces you fully, rubbing circles onto your back and hushing you to sleep. the cool air blows through the room, so he shields you with his body, wanting you to feel nothing but the warmth and the comfort you deserve. he may not be the guy you deserve, but he sure as hell can protect you like he his.

and for what might be the last time, he savours the way your lips bless his in a kiss. your the only name on his lips, the only one that could ever feel what its like to love him.

he feels his heartbreak as you fall asleep. he hopes you dream of him. dreams are so much happier.

“…i’m never gonna stop loving you.” he whispers.

and with that, touya falls asleep.

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teslacoils-and-hubris · 1 year ago

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We live such different lives... come with me I can show you the beautiful intimacy of literally holding someone's heart in your hands

#doc rambles #like on the one hand i get that people have different abilites to handle gore and i am. perhaps at the far end of the spectrum #but come on man. im a mad scientist roleplay blog #hypothetically #let me have a little fun with vivisections

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mybrainsrottingwithmcd · 5 months ago

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Im gunna draw some garrence things :) because i think about those useless gays every day

#im obsessed with these homosexual blocks #the gays #garrence owns my soul #garrence shoulda been end game #aphmau #mcd #minecraft diaries #minecraft roleplay #aphmau mcd #aphmau minecraft diaries #aphblr #anyways

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thebunnednun · 18 days ago

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For you

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Summary: "My life is always better with you in it."

Katsuki's life really would be if you hadn't jumped in front of him.

Request: Found here.

The battlefield was a wasteland—once a city, now reduced to rubble.

Shattered concrete and twisted steel framed the scene of devastation, the remnants of skyscrapers lying in crumbling piles.

Heavy with smoke and ash, the sky was a sickly gray, and every breath felt like inhaling fire. Explosions echoed in the distance, like thunder rolling through the earth, but all you could focus on was the looming figure of Shigaraki.

He stood amidst the chaos like a nightmare come to life, his decayed fingers twitching with the promise of death. His grin was twisted, his eyes cold and dead despite the frenzy around him. The ground beneath his feet crumbled into dust, the very air around him feeling heavy with decay, as if everything he touched was fated to fall apart.

Screams rang out from somewhere, the city below was full of chaos and destruction. The sharp smell of burnt ozone and blood mixed with the nauseating stench of decay—Shigaraki’s touch spreading its corrosive influence.

You were barely holding on, your breaths ragged and uneven, eyes locked on Katsuki as he prepared to charge at Shigaraki once again.

His sweat-slicked hair clung to his forehead, dirt and blood staining his usual fiery expression. His movements were sluggish—he was running on fumes. Each explosion from his palms faltered, a shadow of their usual strength.

‘Katsuki!’

Your eyes locked on him, heart racing as you watched him push his battered body beyond its limits. His breaths came in shallow gasps, his chest rising and falling erratically, blood streaking down his arms from wounds he had no time to tend to. His hands were charred, trembling with the effort it took to summon even the smallest of explosions, but he kept going, his fierce determination burning brighter than his injuries.

You could see it—the blood dripping from his hands, the slight shake in his knees. He wouldn’t last much longer.

And Shigaraki knew it too.

With a twisted grin, Shigaraki raised his hand, the decaying aura sparking around him as his fingers outstretched toward your boyfriend.

"Time to die, Katsuki Bakugou."

Time slowed.

He wasn’t fast enough this time. You could see it—the moment Shigaraki’s eyes gleamed with recognition, the sick satisfaction of knowing Katsuki was about to fall. Your heart pounded in your chest, an overwhelming sense of dread washing over you. You didn’t think.

You couldn’t think.

In that moment, all you saw was Katsuki standing there, vulnerable, facing a death he didn’t deserve.

Before you could think, your legs had already launched you forward, your heartbeat thundering in your ears. Time slowed to a crawl, every second stretching out in agonizing detail as Shigaraki's decayed hand shot toward Katsuki, the sheer force of it warping the air. Your voice tore from your throat, but it was drowned in the chaos.

“Katsuki!”

Without a second thought, you launched yourself between them, throwing up a barrier of crimson energy, your body moving before your mind could catch up. You barely registered the crackle of crimson energy that flared from your fingertips, instinctively separating them.

Red light surged from you, forming a shimmering dome of protection, but even you knew it wouldn’t hold. Shigaraki’s raw power collided with your shield, and for a brief moment, the world was reduced to a blinding clash of red and gray.

The world trembled as Shigaraki’s decayed fist smashed into your shield. The barrier crackled, and you could feel it faltering. A shudder ran through you, pain lancing up your arm as you braced for the full force of the hit. The shield cracked, fragments of red energy bursting into the air like glass.

Then the barrier shattered.

The sound was deafening, like glass exploding into a million shards, and then there was pain—unimaginable pain. Shigaraki’s blow landed squarely on your arm, crushing bone and flesh like they were made of paper. The force of it sent shockwaves through your body, your ribs cracking as the blow slammed into your chest, knocking the air from your lungs.

You were weightless for a moment, suspended in the air like a limp doll before gravity seized you, and you hurtled backward, smashing into a crumbling wall with enough force to send debris flying in every direction.

And Shigaraki’s blow connected with you.

Your arm crumpled under the force, bones cracking like brittle wood as his attack crushed into your chest. The impact ripped the breath from your lungs, sending you crashing back, skidding across the ground until you slammed into a pile of debris.

‘Pain.’

That’s all you felt. A sharp, burning pain that made it hard to breathe, your vision blurring as blood trickled from your lips. You heard Katsuki’s scream, distant and muffled, like it was coming from underwater.

You heard Katsuki scream your name, but his voice felt distant, as if the world was muffled by the ringing in your ears. Darkness crept at the edges of your vision, blood filling your mouth as you gasped for air, each breath shallow and ragged. Your entire body throbbed, every nerve alight with agony, but even through the pain, your mind clung to one thought—

‘He’s safe.’

Through the haze of agony, you could see him running toward you, his face contorted with a mixture of anger and fear—fear you’d never seen on him before. His hands trembled as he dropped to his knees beside you, trying to pull you into his arms without hurting you further.

"Why the hell did you do that?!"

His voice cracked, betraying the fear that lay beneath his anger. His eyes searched your face, as if trying to hold on to every detail, as if afraid that you’d disappear the moment he looked away. He was pressing down on your chest, but it didn’t stop the warmth of your blood from pooling beneath you or slipping through his fingers. You tried to laugh, but it came out as a wheeze.

"Couldn't... let you die." You gasped for air, wincing as another wave of pain surged through your chest. You managed a weak smile, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. Your lips trembling as you coughed, tasting the metallic tang of blood.

"Couldn't... let you die."

Your voice was barely more than a whisper, each word a struggle. Despite the agony, you managed a soft, lopsided smile, your hand weakly reaching for his. "We both know... you’d do the same."

"Besides... I’m stronger... when you’re safe."

"Shut up," he muttered, his voice thick with frustration. His grip on your hand was tight, almost painfully so, as if he could anchor you to the world through sheer fucking will alone. His hand was shaking as he pressed harder on your wound, blood staining his palms.

"Don’t say that. You're not... you're not supposed to get hurt like this!"

You blinked up at him, your vision swimming as the world began to tilt. "You’re safe... so it’s okay."

But it wasn’t okay.

“Fuck,” he growled, though his voice was softer now, his forehead pressed against yours, the heat of his skin a stark contrast to the cold creeping through your body.

"You're not dying, ya hear me? You can’t."

Shigaraki’s voice cut through the air again, dark and mocking. “How touching. Sacrificing yourself for someone weaker than you.”

Katsuki tensed, his hands clenching into fists. You could feel the heat of his rage boiling beneath his skin, his entire body vibrating with barely restrained fury. "Shut up!" he roared, his voice tearing through the battlefield. But he was shaking, and you could tell—

he was scared.

"Kats..." Your voice was barely a whisper, but it got his attention. You tried to push yourself up, your body screaming in protest, but you forced it. "I’m... not done yet."

The energy within you stirred, burning hotter and hotter, wild and uncontrollable. You could feel it coursing through your veins, the red light surrounding you growing brighter, warping the very air around you. This was the full potential of your quirk—a dangerous, volatile force tied to your emotions. And right now, with everything on the line, you were willing to risk everything.

But it came with a cost.

Your heart pounded in your chest, the energy writhing inside you, threatening to consume you entirely. Every time you pushed it this far, you felt a little more of yourself slip away, the power darkening your thoughts, twisting your mind. But you didn’t care.

Not now.

With a final surge of strength, you jumped up and ran. You unleashed a pulse of crimson energy, sending Shigaraki flying backward. The ground beneath him crumbled as your quirk warped reality itself, distorting everything around you. Your body trembled under the weight of the power you were wielding, but you kept going, forcing Shigaraki back with every ounce of strength you had left.

But your vision was going dark, your limbs heavy. You could feel the corruption setting in, the darkness tugging at the edges of your mind.

In the midst of your fading consciousness, something deep within you stirred. The raw power of your quirk, the energy that had always been just beyond your reach, was now surging forward, fueled by desperation, by love, by pain.

You could feel it, like a wildfire racing through your veins, burning brighter and hotter with every passing second.

Scarlet energy crackled at your fingertips, your entire body thrumming with power. It swirled around you, dark and menacing, tendrils of crimson light warping the air as the sheer force of it distorted reality itself. This was the full potential of your quirk, the untapped well of power you had always been too afraid to unleash.

But now, with everything on the line, you didn’t care.

It felt like the world was collapsing in on itself as your power surged. The ground beneath you trembled, the air thick with tension as you rose to your feet, every step leaving a crack in the earth beneath you. The energy pulsed from you in waves, your vision blurring as the strain of it began to take its toll.

You knew what this meant. You knew what would happen if you used this much power—if you let it consume you. But all that mattered was that Katsuki lived.

With a primal scream, you unleashed the full force of your quirk, a torrent of scarlet light exploding from your body, slamming into Shigaraki and sending him flying back, the ground disintegrating in his wake. The air rippled with the intensity of your power, warping the space around you as reality itself seemed to bend under the pressure.

But your body couldn’t handle it. You could feel the corruption setting in—the darkness that came with overusing your quirk, the way it clawed at your mind, twisting your thoughts. Your vision flickered, black spots dancing at the edges of your sight as your strength drained away.

Through the haze of pain, you saw him—Katsuki running toward you, his expression raw and desperate in a way you had never seen before. You fall to your knees in agony, your bones feeling like they were being ripped from your hot flesh and eroded into nothing. You could feel the wound in your chest opening further.

His eyes were wide, panic stark in their depths, his breaths coming in sharp, uneven bursts as he skidded to his knees beside you. His hand hovered over your broken form, trembling, uncertain of where to touch without causing more pain.

And then everything went black.

The next thing you knew, you were being cradled in Katsuki’s arms. His face was blurry, but you could make out the frantic expression, the wild look in his eyes as he held you close.

"Stay with me,"

He pleaded, his voice cracking. You could feel his hands trembling as he secured your broken arm, as if holding you tight enough would stop you from slipping away.

You could feel the tremble in his arms as he tried to press down on the wound in your chest, the blood staining his fingers. His hands were shaking, his breath hitching in his throat, and you could hear the faintest quiver in his voice—a crack in the armor he always wore.

"You can’t die here, damn it!"

Your lips twitched into a faint smile, even through the pain. "You’re yelling again," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

"I’m not going... anywhere."

He didn’t respond, just pressed his forehead against yours, his breath shaky. The chaos of the battle had faded into the background, but all you could focus on was the warmth of his touch, his soul wrapped around you like a lifeline.

The energy within you flickered, ebbing away as you slipped into unconsciousness, feeling Katsuki’s presence anchoring you to reality.

“I love you. Please don’t go. Don’t leave me here.”

The world was quiet when you awoke. The sterile, antiseptic smell of the hospital greeted your senses, the sharp contrast to the battlefield jarring in its serenity. You blinked slowly, your body feeling impossibly heavy, the weight of bandages pressing against your chest and arm. Your mouth was dry, and your head throbbed with a dull ache, but the pain that had once been overwhelming was now just a distant echo.

You were alive.

You blinked groggily, turning your head to the side. It took a moment for your eyes to focus, but when they did, you saw him. Katsuki was sitting slouched in a chair beside your bed, his arms crossed over his chest, head bowed slightly as if he’d been waiting for hours. His face was pale, shadows dark under his eyes, and his hair was messier than usual, like he hadn’t slept in days.

His hand, however, was still wrapped around yours, his grip firm even in sleep.

A small smile tugged at your lips. You squeezed his hand gently.

"Hey,"

You croaked, your voice hoarse. Katsuki jolted awake, his red eyes wide with surprise, quickly masking the fear that had flashed in them. Relief then washed over his face, though he quickly scowled, masking any softness. His brows furrowed, and his grip on your hand tightened as he leaned closer, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"You’re awake," he muttered, the relief in his voice palpable even though he tried to hide it.

"Looks like you... ended up protecting me after all," you teased, your voice weak and horace but laced with warmth.

“Stop that,” he grumbled, his eyes flicking away for a moment before settling back on you. But the hard edge to his words was gone, replaced by something softer, something vulnerable. His hand never left yours, his warm thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles.

“Just... don’t do something that stupid again.”

Your smile grew, though it hurt to do so. You could feel the exhaustion pulling at you, the warmth of his presence making your eyelids heavy. Katsuki glanced up from your joint hands to squeeze your smaller one in his rough palm.

The look he gave you was one of complete nakedness and transparency. It was just you and him right now and forget everyone else.

"I couldn’t let you die," he whispered.

There’s nothing here to ease the quiet except the beep of the machines you’re connected to and the hum of the monitor he’s hooked up to. You want to open your mouth and tell him everything was fine but something inside your tummy pulled at you to just let him talk so you did.

"You make everything... feel better."

You didn’t respond right away, but Katsuki caught the faintest twitch of your lips—just enough to let him know you heard him.

"Shut up," he muttered, sitting up straight, but his hand never left yours. He glanced away, his jaw clenched. "Just... rest, idiot."

You chuckled softly, the sound weak but warm. "You make everything right, you know that?"

He didn’t respond, but the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Neither of you had to say a word. The silence between you felt full, a soft understanding that words could never quite capture. Your eyes met his, and in that shared gaze, you knew—everything you had been through, all the pain, the fear, the sacrifice—it was worth it.

No words were necessary. In the quiet of that sterile hospital room, amidst the beeping machines and distant echoes of footsteps, you both knew what the other was thinking. There was no need to say it aloud.

‘I am safe here.’

‘I have you.’

And that was more than enough.

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quillpokebiology · 1 year ago

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Paras trainers are always so funny to me, because they'll be like "Oh! Mushy Cupcake Cheeks is being extra sassy today!" And Mushy Cupcake Cheeks just looks like:

#like they dont express #i understand they can be silly guys #But theyll just sit there #and their trainers are like “She saw the end of the world and realized Arceus isnt real”#like HUH????#paras #quill talks #pokemon irl #irl pokemkn #pokemon #pokeblog #pokeblogging #rotomblr #pokeblr #irl pokemon #pkmn irl #pokemon roleplay #rotumblr

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grimfantas · 10 months ago

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you don't need morals, you need someone like you who can understand

#kingdom hearts #namine #vanitas #vaninami #?#there is no context for this drawing. its simply just an image #Veeeeeery loosely based off some concepts for an RP server (friend group) (same friend group as the sonic roleplays a year ago LOOOL)#... me and my boyfriend both roleplay some characters including these two #a reformed vanitas is so important to me but the scars are never going to heal as long as he's himself #I don't think he needs people to forgive him and justify what he did under xehanort's abuse #I think hee just needs people to love him anyways even with what he's done #i think vanitas and namine are more similar than they come on. Just on opposite ends of the spectrum.#the forever damaged and angry abuse victim and the digestible helpless victim #i kind of want to draw more and elaborate my thoughts but honeestlyyy. another time LOL

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fayeriee · 1 year ago

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I love how Astarion’s dialogue on your first long rest changes depending on if you talk to him first, second, (third?), or last.

If you talk to him after already speaking with everyone else he literally says “do you mind? I’m brooding” HE IS SULKING!!! He wants you to pay attention to him and if you don’t he literally pouts

love of my life behaviour

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savior-ll · 1 month ago

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Raise up your sirens

Break through the silence

We are united in the search for something more

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triglycercule · 2 months ago

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nightmare viewing the murder time three as little toys but more in like a little spoiled kid kinda way. because it would be funny and if you take into the account that he was like 6 before getting corrupted and do some mental loopholes it would be even funnier. like these are his dolls (killer dust and horror) and this is their barbie dreamhouse (his castle). they all have to stay in one room because nightmare needs to keep his toys in a toy box. the toys only ever come out when he wants to play but oh damn it they keep on breaking out!! silly toys,,, and then he locks them into the room again.

nightmare serves them food with plastic tea cups and plastic plates and there is no food. there is no tea. they have to imagine the food because dolls can't literally eat. there are food containers and stuff in the house but its all just a bunch of empty boxes. horror starts tweaking out after he scavenges the kitchen and finds a cereal box and milk carton that have NOTHING in it (why keep empty boxes?????)

they have to go where he wants them to go. nightmare gets to dress them up in whatever he wants because theyre his dolls they can wear anything he wants. it gets incredibly embarrassing when the trio is forced to wear pink pretty dresses and fight like that. or they have to go around the castle doing stupid fucking roleplays and it gets weird because theyre being forced to reenact a bullying scene and nightmare's giving them the death stare if they don't get it right (is this projection. this must be some form of coping mechanism dust theorizes)

and then you know nightmare's not exactly the best toy owner so he loses a few of his dolls here and there. maybe they get destroyed when he was playing a bit too rough with them! (killer dies in battle for like the 29th time) but its okay because he can just go back on down to the store (something new) and buy. wait no. steal another doll and then put it back in his dreamhouse and BOOM he has a full set again!! so sweet so cute. his dolls don't have consciousness what are you talking about theyre begging to be let go?? that's all just your imagination. what do you mean you're asking about the several slowly dying bodies with removed arms or legs in his dungeon. oh that's just where the broken but not yet destroyed toys go dw theyre fine its humane