#heart wrenching angst

[larz-barz]

Shock

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Warning(s)/info: Gore, angst, character death, Zankoku is a psychopath so be ready for that, TanjMilo angst

Tagging: Uhm.. no one cause I don’t want to be mean this time..

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Milo fought tirelessly for hours on end against Zankoku.

He had used his claws to slice her stomach open around an hour ago so she’s been doing her best to use her breathing to stop the bleeding.

“This has been very fun, but I’m feeling very bored now~ Ciao~!”

Tanjiro had been trying to get to Milo for so long at this point.

Just as he was finally getting to his angel so he could help her..

SNAP!

Milo’s body hit the ground and Zankoku’s malicious laughter filled the air as Tanjiro stared at Milo’s lifeless body in disbelief.

No….

Milo can’t be gone!!

This has to be a dream!!

C’mon Tanjiro… wake up!!!

Tanjiro snapped out of his thoughts as he scrambled to Milo’s side.

“A-Angel p-please!!! N-no!!!!” He cried out loudly as he gently hugged Milo’s corpse.

Zankoku laughs more than kicks Tanjiro away from Milo’s body.

Suddenly Zankoku’s head fell to the ground and he looks up in horror at the 17 year old boy who did this.

Michio just.. looks shocked as he walks to Milo’s body and drops to his knees..

“Milo…..” Michio’s voice breaks as tears begin to rapidly fall down his cheeks.

Tanjiro slowly approaches Milo and Michio.

Suddenly the crows begin to fly around to announce..

Yet another death in this war..

Along with announcing the demon slayers won…

Tanjiro and Michio just…

They can’t be happy about the victory at all…

Could this really be considered a victory with so many special lives lost…?

Tanjiro holds Milo close.

“I-I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you, angel…..”

~the end~

[afairywithacrown]

i need angst

[lotus-pear]

mourning black and the death of ideals

[pillow-boi]

Who did you choose?

[soulless-bex]

in which Jason helped raise Damian while in the League but no one knows. Damian never mentioned it because he was told that it was important to keep it a secret when he first was sent to Gotham because Jason was “undercover” and later on both are way too emotionally constipated to admit to their father/son-ish relationship

but it’s also still obvious there’s something there after the family reconciles because Damian, without even realizing he’s doing it, tends to orbit around Jason when he’s around and seek him out for approval/confort/help/whatever. Jason too is unusually mindful of Damian.

but no one truly realizes what’s going on between them because honestly, without evidence, coming to the conclusion that Talia had Bruce’s dead teenage son raise Bruce’s infant son while she was training both of them to become assassins is incredibly surreal. and mostly everyone just avoids the subject of what happened with Jason between him dying and him coming back to Gotham

(bonus point if Damian still has a parental relationship with Bruce and Dick but Jason still is his number one parent and remains undefeated despite literally all of his other parental figures efforts to have a better relationship with him)

[decaffeinatedpartymuggoop]

I love how PJO was written to be a silly little children’s book and then the fandom decided to be sad all the damn time

[aaabatteryy]

scrolling through the fiddleford tag but it's all fiddlestan and fiddauthor in a rotating assembly of angst then fluff

[zelcii]

[halloween special, 2.8 words]

lie to girls | sirius black

the first time she’d seen sirius black, it was as though her world sharpened around him. the first year gryffindors were mixed into her class with the rest of the ravenclaws and there he was, just a boy in the back of transfiguration, head thrown back in laughter as he huddled with his friends, facing away from professor mcgonagall. he moved with a casual elegance that looked effortless, as if he was simply born knowing how to take up a room and make it his. and from the moment she saw him, her heart picked up its own rhythm, matching the pull he had over her head.

the next time would be in hogsmeade on a chilled sunday afternoon. from a distance, she watched him then, and the desire that rose in her was nearly painful, visceral, something she hadn’t felt before. he was a paradox of rebellion and charm, his manner both enticing and dangerous in the same breath. it was a heady kind of longing, the way she felt herself gravitate toward him even as she stayed rooted in place. he simply wasn’t someone you could approach. sirius black was the kind of boy people waited for, the kind they longed for, knowing he could break their hearts with a smile.

she told herself it was just curiosity at first, just fascination with the way his presence seemed to cast shadows and light in equal measure. he was quick with laughter, but his eyes held a darkness she wanted to understand, a mystery that felt like it held the secrets of a thousand lifetimes. everyone else around him seemed bewitched, but none with the same hunger she felt for him—an intense, electric want that she hadn’t known she was capable of feeling.

on a particular february night, the castle was steeped in an unusual quiet, the kind that made the halls and staircases feel almost secretive. her prefect rounds had been dull, with only the crackling torches and her own footsteps for company. something in the chilly air—a restless thrill—had urged her to climb the winding stairs to the astronomy tower, an impulse she couldn’t quite explain.

as she reached the top, she found him there. sirius black sat perched against the edge, his silhouette stark against the star-lit sky, dark hair tossed by the wind. And of course, she knew he wasn’t allowed out of his room at this time of night—let alone gryffindor tower—yet she couldn't find the words to send him back. even more, he looked uncharacteristically subdued, his eyes distant and fixed on the sky. there was something so vulnerable about the way his eyes glided across the stars. something so human. something so kind.

again, a part of her thought she ought to send him back to bed, but the sight of him, cloaked in moonlight with that rare, unguarded expression, stopped her. maybe it was the slack in his posture or the stillness of the night itself, but something about that moment convinced her it would be a good idea to sit with him. so she did.

“patrol?” he asked, his voice soft but clear as she settled beside him.

she nodded, tucking her robes closer to block the chill. “and you? don’t tell me james quit.”

he flashed her a grin, that familiar spark of trouble glinting in his eyes. “not quite,” he said, shrugging, though his gaze never left hers. “couldn’t sleep. thought i’d find something worth watching.” he leaned back, his gaze flickering briefly to the sky before meeting hers again. “though, i might’ve just found it,” he whispered, so quietly she could have sworn it was only a trick of the wind or a figment of some half-dream stirred up by that pull she’s felt since their first year.

after that night, the two only seemed to grow closer. what had once been fleeting exchanges between classes grew into conversations that stretched long past curfew, their voices mingling in whispered confidences neither would ever admit to in daylight. only the walls of the astronomy tower bore silent witness to their growing fondness, to secrets exchanged under starlight and half-formed wishes that faded with the dawn. with each encounter, she found herself left with a new piece of him, but somehow, it was never enough. every moment they spent together only left her wanting more, craving the answers to the questions he kept locked away behind that easy, charming smile.

but she was patient. she kept her distance, watching, wanting, her heart caught in a quiet wait. she knew he’d love her eventually. and when he finally did, laughing a little too hard at her smallest jokes, eyes lingering on her with a warmth she could never dream up, she felt the whole world tilt, as if he’d cast a silent spell, binding her to him in a way she would never escape.

but now, sitting across from him in a quiet muggle café, the thrill was harder to find. she watched him from beneath lowered lashes, studying the way he fidgeted with the sugar packets, occasionally glancing up and offering a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. that’s normal, she’d insist.

“i’m sorry i missed dinner last week,” he said rather sheepishly, as if he hadn’t missed each one in the past week. sirius’ eyes flickering between his hands on the table and the hint of grief in her eyes. “things got... complicated.”

she nodded, pushing down the twinge of disappointment. she was smart enough to know it was more than that. “i understand,” she replied, though her heart whispered questions she refused to voice. he was here now, wasn’t he? and that should be enough. it had to be enough.

he looked up at her, his gaze warm, but as she tried to meet his eyes, he seemed to falter, focusing instead on his coffee. a pang of uncertainty twisted inside her, and she wondered—just for a moment—if he was holding something back. he would tell me, she thought, though she’d never heard such confidence in something she was so uncertain about. she forced herself to look away, reminding herself of the boy she’d known since hogwarts. her first love. that carefree, wild-hearted sirius who had made her believe in a version of love that could withstand much of anything.

the days stretched on, slipping into weeks since the last time she’d properly seen her sirius with only occasional letters flying through her windows. each time she told herself it would be enough—that he’d made time for her, that he cared, even if he couldn’t always show it. But she’d last seen him mid-september, and it was already nearly halloween. she reminded herself of all the reasons she’d fallen for him, all the glimpses of the man before lonely nights and empty beds, and bent her truths to match the love she held for him.

it was a crisp afternoon when she finally saw him again. the autumn leaves crackled beneath their feet as they strolled through an overgrown garden near the edge of town, the golden hues a reminder of the time they’d let slip by. he looked tired, shadows etched beneath his eyes, and she found herself resisting the urge to reach out, afraid he’d turn away.

“you look... tired,” she said, her voice soft with concern.

he chuckled, brushing it off with that familiar smirk. “long nights, you know how it is.”

“do i?” she pressed, searching his gaze. he laughed, but it didn’t quite ring true, and he glanced away, shoving his hands into his pockets. “you haven’t been home in weeks, sirius…” he spares no answer.

“you’re too good for this, you know?” he said suddenly, and there was something in his voice she couldn’t place. her heart clenched, an echo of her own fears mirrored back at her.

“oh, don’t say that,” she whispered, reaching out to brush his arm. “i’m right where i want to be.”

then he looked at her, his expression unreadable, and she felt the weight of a truth hanging heavy between them, unspoken. maybe she wanted him to argue, to tell her that he felt the same, that he was right where he wanted to be too. but he only gave her a sad, knowing smile that sent cracks through her carefully held illusions.

she looked at him, brow furrowed, feeling that familiar worry settle in her chest. “how’s… how’s harry?” she asked, her tone soft, her eyes watching for the shift she knew would come.

sirius’ face lit up, and for a moment, all that weariness seemed to be left and forgotten. “harry’s brilliant,” he said, a real smile breaking through. “james says he’s trying to talk now—mostly babbling, but you should hear it, darling. the kid’s got lungs.”

she found herself smiling, warmth blooming at the sight of his joy. it was almost magical how just the mention of his godson could bring him back to life. but a pang of jealousy couldn't help but twist inside her, unexpected and uncomfortable. sirius could light up at the slight mention of the child, yet somehow he couldn’t even bring himself to come home, to their shared life, for more than these fleeting moments. but the guilt of it—feeling that pang in the face of everything he was carrying—only left her aching and frustrated.

instead, she forced herself to focus on the way his grin left small wrinkles by his eyes, nodding along as he told stories of harry’s latest antics. he looked lighter somehow, talking about the infant’s laugh, james’s silly impressions, lily’s latest frustrations with their son’s constant wiggles. she watched him, studying the way his eyes softened with each memory, even as she felt a familiar longing take root. for weeks now, she’d felt him slipping away, held back by something he couldn’t—or wouldn’t—talk about. every letter had only deepened the gap, and now, with him right here in front of her, she still felt that distance, thick and unspoken. and though she’d never admit it, as he spoke, it was painfully clear that all he could possibly want was a family—a life that was bigger than the two of them. and she simply wasn’t sure if that was something she could provide.

“do you miss it? home?” the words slipped out before she could stop them, and for a moment, she regretted it, watching his face for a hint of his response.

his smile faltered just slightly, then he caught it, masking it behind a veil of sincerity. “you know i do. just… so much to keep an eye on, yeah?”

she nodded, the answer feeling thin, the ache of it lingering. “of course,” she whispered, hoping he wouldn’t hear the sting in her voice. she wanted him to see that she understood, that she knew he was dealing with something, but a part of her wanted him to feel her hurt too. weeks without him had left her feeling almost invisible, but asking for anything more felt selfish. she could wait, she thought. she has done it before.

still, she wished she could reach him, even if only for a second. he could be so close and yet feel miles away, and the urge to ask—to demand he let her in—warred with her instinct to let him keep his secrets. he must’ve been protecting her. maybe he simply didn’t want her to see the weight he carried. but merlin, did it hurt to feel so helpless beside him.

before she could lose herself too much in the thoughts, she felt his hand slip on to her waist, squeezing gently. she blinked, startled out of her reverie, and looked up to find him watching her, his gaze softer than she’d seen in a long while.

“i’m here now, aren’t i?” he said, voice quiet, almost uncertain, as though he feared that it would never be enough.

“yes,” she murmured, a small, strained smile surfacing. she forced herself to hold onto that single word like a lifeline. she felt her pulse steady under his touch, her breathing slow just a little, and she tried to take comfort in his presence, even if it was fleeting.

they stood like that for a while, the unspoken things hanging in the air around them. it wasn’t everything she wanted, and it wasn’t the full return she craved, but for now, it was enough.

that night, there was a knock at the door that came rather unexpectedly. when she opened the door and saw him standing there, bundled against the night chill, her heart leaped. he offered her a lopsided smile, his eyes carrying that familiar warmth that always seemed to melt away her doubts, at least for a while.

“thought i’d surprise you,” he said, holding up a small bouquet of half-wilted flowers as a peace offering. she laughed, pulling him inside, and they spent the evening in a cosy blur of shared laughter and soft touches. the world outside seemed to vanish, leaving only the two of them, wrapped up in their own quiet happiness with only the four walls of their flat to bear witness.

later, they lay in bed, her head resting on his chest, tracing lazy circles on his skin as she rambled on about a random thing she read that morning. he held her close, his hand brushing through her hair in gentle strokes. in that moment, everything felt complete, as if they were suspended in time, untouchable by the fears that usually lingered between them.

“stay,” she whispered, eyes heavy with sleep and a hope she knew she shouldn’t hold on too tightly.

he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his hand stilling in her hair. “for as long as i can,” he replied softly, though she felt his words sink into her like stones, each one carrying a weight she didn’t want to face. but she closed her eyes, letting his warmth lull her back into the illusion that this could be enough.

the next morning, she woke up alone. the space beside her was empty, his warmth already fading, and though she told herself not to worry, that he’d left to do whatever the order had asked of him, a lingering dread settled in her chest.

several days passed without a word. she tried to go about her life, but the silence gnawed at her, each hour feeling heavier than the last. but the lack of an owl by her window after each passing evening left her feeling sick. what felt worse was that she’d spent her halloween in bed, alone with the memory of his warmth. 

then, one evening, she flicked on her muggle television, hoping for a distraction. the flickering screen settled on a breaking news story: the murder of a young couple, identified as james and lily potter. the anchor’s voice sounded distant, hollow, as they spoke of sirius black, now named as the prime suspect, accused of betraying his closest friends.

she froze, her mind going blank as she watched the images flash on the screen. lily’s face, laughing and full of life; james, his grin bright and full of nothing less than joy. and then, sirius, captured in a haunting black-and-white photo, his face hardened and unreadable, the look of a man she barely recognized. 

then an owl came.

she stumbled to her window, frantically reaching for the latest on the daily prophet. there, in bold letters across the front page, was his name, branded with accusations and whispers of betrayal.

her heart hammered as she scanned the page, each line chipping away at her defences, tearing down the walls she’d built to protect her fragile hope. it didn’t make sense. none of it made any sense.

she sank to the floor, clutching the paper as her mind replayed their last moments together—the way he had looked at her, his reluctance to stay, the things he had left unsaid. and she realised, with a cold clarity, that this must have been what he’d been hiding all along. the uneasy glances, the sad smiles, the way he couldn’t quite meet her eyes.

it had all been there, plain and clear, but she had lied to herself, bending his truth into something far more digestible. she had convinced herself that the man could do no wrong, that he would always come back to her, that they had a future worth waiting for. and to be fairly honest, that was still what she hoped for.

but now, with the truth laid bare before her, she couldn’t pretend anymore. he was gone, taken from her by choices he’d made and secrets he’d carried, and she was left with nothing but the hollow ache of loss.

in her mind, the news made perfect sense and yet felt utterly impossible. there was no way in hell that sirius—her sirius—could do such a thing to a family he loved more than their own. she couldn’t reconcile the words she was reading with the feelings she’d felt only nights before. and now, she simply didn’t know what to believe anymore.

when i said this was roughly inspired by lie to girls i meant roughly roughly. this is also not proofed lol.

tell me if you wanna be on my hp tag list :))

[wandering-tides]

I know everyone is excited for Endo and Sakura's fight after chapter 147. I am too, really.

But.

I WANNA KNOW WHAT's HAPPENING ON THE ROOFTOP DAMMIT!-

I keep thinking about whatever the hell is going on between Umemiya and Takiishi. I mean, a literal chair fell off the roof?? Who threw it?? Whatever happened to Umemiya's plants?? His little farm at the rooftop? And Ume was so freakin' pissed when they went up there!? I WANT ANSWERS TT

The war is almost over though. And that's a good thing. Just roughly 10 more chapters to go

[gcslingss]

He's so fucking perfect I wanna eat him

[darkstalker1247]

I need the universe to know that Sonic 3 is coming out on the anniversary of a movie in which a character I love deeply dies tragically on screen and if they kill Shadow in the movie I will actually fucking keel over and die

[larz-barz]

HIII CAN I GET A MUISATO?? (Maybe an AU of their young selfs?) And can you make a bad ending but really romantic one, like ex: “muichiro dies while holding kurisato’s necklace” or like “kurisato died thinking muichiro’s safe even though he wasn’t” or something that can actually tear me up since I feel like crying today🤭 btw kurisato’s young self has long brown hair with yellow strips of hair, and golden yellow eyes🙇 (make muichiro 10, kurisato is 11) and yes, can’t forget personality- kurisato is mostly calm, muichiro is mostly happy and cheerful, both of them don’t yell much, or never yelled, so just make them both lose temper-(I’m sorry if this is to much to ask for😭) and yes you can add your oc’s to this story👍

THANK YOU MILO🙏‼️

okkk!! i gotchuuu!!<333

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The necklace

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Kurisato had been staying with the Tokito twins for the past few days.

This night seemed to have an ominous aura to it.

It started with Muichiro and Yuichiro arguing over whether or not they could be demon slayers.

Kurisato’s eyes fluttered open.

A mysterious figure stood at the door.

“Mui.. Yui..” She muttered, her heart rate speeding up.

The 2 boys woke up at the sound of her panicked voice.

They shot up at the sight of the mysterious figure.

“Kuri stay back..” Yuichiro spat out as he and Muichiro watched the figure, both keeping their guard up.

She frowned, she’s the older one, she should be protecting them.

“No. I’m older, the 2 of you need to stay back.” She said, coldly, getting in front of the 10 year old twins.

Muichiro frowns, getting angry at her persistence.

Kurisato always did this no matter what.

She always thought that since she’s the oldest of the 3 that she has to be the one to protect them.

“Kuri, let us protect you for once! Or better yet, let’s protect each other!!” He yelled angrily, making Kurisato spin around angrily.

“It’s my job to protect the 2 of you! I’m the oldest so it’s my responsibility!” She yelled back.

The figure took this as a chance to attack the 11 year old girl.

She screamed in pain. Blood spurted out of her back and dripped to the floor. “Kuri!!” Muichiro shrieked, dropping to the floor to check on her.

Before the demon could strike her once again, Yuichiro jumped in front of his brother and Kurisato.

Muichiro could see the girl’s breathing slow and tears entered his eyes.

He looked up at the sound of Yuichiro’s scream of pain.

He was too shocked to say anything as his brother’s left arm flew back into the wall, separate from the boy’s body.

He laid Kurisato down by Yuichiro and he fought against the monster, showing no mercy.

He lured it outside and managed to distract it until the sun started to rise, killing it quickly.

He slowly stumbled back to his and Yuichiro’s house, seeing his and Kurisato’s bodies where he’d left them.

He fell to the ground to check and see if they were still alive or not.

Yuichiro was but barely.

Kurisato however, wasn’t alive anymore.

“She told me to tell you she wants you to have her necklace, and she loves you..” Yuichiro muttered weakly.

Muichiro hugged Yuichiro tiredly, tears filling his mint green eyes.

He could no longer feel Yuichiro’s breath against his cheek.

Muichiro pulled away, eyes wide, and he screamed when he realized he had lost his brother and his long time crush to the same vicious monster.

As requested by Kurisato, Muichiro carefully unclasped the necklace that hung around her neck and put it on himself.

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Approximately 4 years after that fateful day, the day that changed Muichiro Tokito for life, he found himself facing off against his ancestor, Kokushibo.

He fought for his and everyone else’s lives till the very end.

Kokushibo landed the finishing blow on the mist hashira.

Muichiro died slowly and painfully.

His final words that he uttered as his life force ebbed from his grasp were, “I love you too, Kurisato Tsuko..”

He died grasping necklace of the girl he loved.

~the end~

A/n: I hope this pleases you!<33

[foxtrot91]

You know what fic I’ve always wanted? A Buddie fic where the “see me Norman” chick who’s name I can’t remember atm (is it Lola? I don’t feel like checking it right now but I think that’s it?) accidentally shoots Buck (in like the chest or stomach, somewhere super serious) when he joins her on the platform and it’s right in front of Eddie - who is secretly falling in love with Buck - and Bobby who thinks of Buck like his own even if he won’t admit it yet and is helpless to do anything because he’s so far away.

I want that fic.

[bluebugjay]

The first thing Crystal tells Niko when they go into Esther's house to save the boys is 'stay behind me' and the very opposite of that is exactly what gets Niko killed

[metalchem]

can we pls get some more valencock fanfiction im starving

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

*Look at that one ghost pregnancy carving meme*

Sure, they're normal pregnancy carving... And then they're weird ones. Like, yes, he can't eat a batarang, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to.

Have a little crack I guess! Also bonus point if it's angst for the others batfam members

Angst, you say?

Jason came out of a daze to the sound of broken glass.

Why was he in Tim’s room? He remembers getting up to look in the kitchen. Nothing was appealing at the moment but he was hungry and Dr. Leslie mentioned he was a little below weight.

He was looking and nothing was appealing but then he felt a pull and-

“Jason, what the fuck.”

Tim looked disheveled, clearly back from his patrol.

Why was he freaking out? Sure, Tim finding him here was strange but-

Jason was suddenly aware of something papery in his mouth.

“Wha-?”

“Jason why?”

Tim looked like he had shot him, and as Jason looked around him he realized that he may as well.

Around him laid a shredded old box.

Tim’s old photo box.

He remembers when he was first reached out to his family again after the mess of reintroduction.

The olive branch Tim held out to him. The night they sat in the lounge as Tim shyly showed him the years of photos. They were up until dawn reminiscing. It was the first time he started to think of the two of them as brothers.

They weren’t all ruined but quite a few had obvious teeth marks and tears.

Shit.

“I-I don’t- fuck! Baby bird I’m so sorry. I don’t even remember..”

Jason raised a frustrated palm to his eyes at tears started to pool.

Fuck, Tim was shutting down.

“It’s- it’s fine, I was in the middle of digitizing the photos anyways. Never know what will happen, you know?”

Jason removed the photo from his mouth and tried to flatten it out what was left. It was one of the one’d around his debut as Robin, sitting on a gargoyle under a moonlit sky.

Jason gently got off his knees with a wobble before he gently took his brother into his arms.

“I-I already got most of them taken care of.. It’s fine.. you didn’t- the baby been doing a lot of strange things to you. You nearly bit a batarang last week- it’s not- something like this was bound to happen and-“

Tim made a keening he folded himself into Jason’s side.

Looking around at the carnage as Jason tried his best to comfort his brother as he wailed.

“This shouldn’t’ve happened. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

He muttered as he rubbed up and down Tim’s back.

“Okay… Okay.. How about we go downstairs huh? We can go downstairs, and I’ll make us some hot chocolate ‘n’ we can put on one of those shitty b-rated horror movies we love to roast.”

Avoiding what Jason could only assume was a cup of coffee on the floor, he closed the door and gently guided his little brother down the hall.

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