#shigaraki sickfic

[compendiumofdecay]

shrill. tenko shimura (t.shigaraki) (x reader)

NSFW. 18+. MDNI. DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. emetophobia warning! major trigger warnings (listed below)!

cw: post-war tomura, uses tenko as his name again, canon non-complaint (fuck canon i'll write the ending), trauma, physical disabilities, mental impairment, vomiting, graphic depictions of violence, graphic description of illness, blood, panic attack, complex ptsd, abuse mentioned, suicidal ideation, intrusive thoughts, unhealthy coping mechanisms, age regression due to trauma, hurt/comfort trope

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the hall light flickers with an intensity akin to rising heartbeats. sweat glistens on tenko's head in beads, dripping softly onto the linoleum tiles in the bathroom. he's shivering, it's so fucking cold here- too fucking cold. but he can't move, he's stuck here like a caught fly as waves of nausea overtake him.

the sun is coming up brightly in the small vented window, its painful to feel it beating down on his pale skin. he's too scared to move a muscle though, any shifting of his body will send him lurching into the ceramic bowl again. it hurts.

you didn't notice him even getting out of bed. it was during the earlier hours of the night, so he made sure to slink silently from under the thick duvet and pad off to the bathroom slowly, though his body was begging him to hurry faster. not again, not again, fuck.

it had been a year since the war ended. four months since he'd finally been rehabilitated completely, though he still had to see specialists and therapists and psychiatrists weekly, still had to deal with well-visits and physical and quirk therapy, still had to watch everyone who tried to kill him make it big on TV. he hated it. he hated being doted on, being studied like a foreign chemical, forced through interviews and trials and reports. most of all, he hated how you looked at him now. hated the way your eyes softened a little too much every time he spoke, hated how you'd remind him to take his meds of help him carry things, how you'd hand him his cane or urged him to use the chair. god, he hated it all so much, and had nowhere to even put that hate to use anymore. instead, it nestled into the empty pit inside of him left behind after all-for-one's death, the unfamiliar and disturbing chill of grief and silence. something he hadn't felt since he was a young child. he hated how juvenile he felt.

the nightmares never stopped. even with the medication and the therapy, they remained a constant abhorrent stick in his mind. flashes of blood and viscera coating his body, his hands warm with death. the smell of burning flesh, gunpowder, rot. it oozed through the wrinkles in his brain like the passage of time, the memories coiling around him like a pit of snakes.

the worst part was the screaming. the cries of mothers and children as they were torn apart. students and heroes alike mourning mid-battle. it was the kind of violence that turned legends to ghosts, forever haunting tenko's mind and staining it eternally. he couldn't forget. he wasn't supposed to forget. no, no. he wasn't allowed to forget.

remember all of it. forever.

every night he'd wake in a cold sweat, bile burning in the back of his throat, sweat sticking him to the crisp linen. tears overtaking his body, the feeling of the hot wetness rolling down his cheeks reminding him of the splattering guts against his skin. it all felt the same, burning and sticky and uncomfortable. not his. not his blood to spill, not his tears to cry.

some nights you'd wake to the sound of him sobbing, of holding back pained screams in his sleep, and it'd urge you to hold him, to wipe his face dry and open the windows, even in the dead of winter. the cold air would soothe him some, combined with your cascading touch down his sore arms and legs, heavy with the ache of being rebuilt. other nights you'd shoot up in a panic to muffled gags and retches, knowing there'd be no way to help him now except with a hair tie and time.

it was rare you didn't wake, actually- but lately, the nights had been a bit easier, tenko would sleep through most of the night with nothing more than a short panic. it was something that could be easily settled with a bear-hug and slow sips of water. he was getting better, and it soothed a part of you.

life was especially difficult now. before, and you'd never admit this to him in a million years- but before, he had nurses and doctors to help aid him when he was sick, or struggling. but since he'd returned home, life was exponentially harder for the both of you. you knew he'd never forgive himself if you'd admitted that some days, it was hard. but you knew he already knew it anyways, and it killed you. you loved him so much, the miracle of him returning home with nothing more than a few crutches was a godsend in every aspect. sure, the mobility aids were a learning curve for you both, but you worked with them. he was getting used to the cane, he no longer rejected the kinesiology tape or the braces, and he had finally started to let you push his wheelchair around on his bad days. hell, sometimes he even would ask for help eating, when before, he'd let himself go hungry before even considering it.

so tonight, you slept. you slept deeper than you had in months, not even the loudest alarm could wake you now. it was as if all the stress, anxiety, fear had left your body as you laid down with him that night, holding your love close against you, feeling his heartbeat on your own chest. it lulled you off in seconds, and even he couldn't resist closing his eyes after a few minutes, comforted by your soft breaths and warm skin.

it was so god-damned bright. bright and cold, and empty. the land stretched for miles beyond sight, but the ground was pure-white beneath his crooked toes and dirty soles. he was naked, walking for eternity across this crisp path leading to nowhere.

a voice from behind him urges him to turn around. no, commands him.

"my son."

tenko's feet picked up the pace, his body flailing as he ran, feeling as if he was treading water. he couldn't run- he was stationary. being pulled to the ground like a magnet.

"face me, tomura." the voice commanded him again.

"im not tomura, that's not my name" tenko tried to argue, but no words escaped him. he slammed his eyes shut, squeezing them as tightly together as he could. but it didn't work. all-for-one towered above him now, his broken and shattered body dripping with an unknown substance as he brough his mottled hands to his face. he picked at the skin around his temples, down to his jaw, slowly peeling his face back. he threw the skin to the ground, staining the pure-white ground with a wet shuck, revealing himself to tenko. his face was smeared around, teeth and hair and eyes arranged randomly on the surface of flesh, like a tumor. his voice slowed and deepened, slurring around as he cried, a hideous wail the echoed through the land.

"what have you done to me? why have you betrayed me, my son?" his voice bellowed through heavy, wet sighs. it sounded multiplied, like a choir, the words carrying with various resonance and distortion.

tenko couldn't speak. his mouth felt gummy, like it'd been tarred shut, he couldn't even scream. "help" he thought over and over, to no one at all. "help me".

all-for-one's face began to slop off in chunks, the meat piling at tenko's feet, spraying across his skin. the cries amplified, until it had become a shrill, piercing ring that rattled tenko's ears, his head swelling with pressure. he tried to scream again, to no avail. the noise pierced into his brain, sending tendrils of darkness to enter his vision through eyes slammed shut, a throbbing ache thumping horrifically to the tempo of the wailing. he was enshrouded in the nothingness, unable to move or see or scream...

he woke with a guttural groan, a trapped scream almost. you laid in the bed, coiled around a pillow, still sleeping soundly. he smiled gently to himself, desperate to remind himself it was just a nightmare. a nightmare, that's all. but his body twisted still, his insides churning with an unbearable, feverish heat. he took a slow, deep breath in, doing his best to slip off the bed and onto the floor. he took small steps, not bothering for his cane, swaying as his stomach reeled. he swallowed the rising bile hurriedly as he cracked the door open, slipping out of the room and shutting the door fast enough to stumble into the bathroom with shaky legs and quivering belches.

lurching for the toilet, he heaved and retched, emptying the contents of his stomach rapidly, salty tears stinging his already burning face. fuck, it stings. but a part of him took comfort in the sickening release, like it was siphoning the darkness out of him. he had explained it to you once, after a particularly difficult night, that it felt like he was bloodletting, releasing the past from his tired body and sweating the fever away. you had denied it, discouraging him from making peace with it and handing him an anti-nausea pill.

you didn't like how sick he always was. you despised it, even. he was already so frail, so thin and willowy, the thought of him spending his nights hugging a toilet bowl and being happy about it made you ache with disdain. it wasn't something you could argue with him, but fuck man, it was like you were watching him fade every day that passed.

you had done your best with feeding him, overloading his body with nutrients and vitamins, making him drink green smoothies and wellness shots, handing him calorie-mates throughout the day, encouraging him to eat with his favorite foods and drinks. you even learned how to make ohagi* for him, but even with a stomach full of the BRAT diet and Zofran, he would drain himself dry.

he felt the resentment for it, too. but he was too tired to try and stop it. he knew you didn't and couldn't understand him deeply enough, no matter how badly it hurt the both of you. he couldn't make it stop. the nightmares, the vomiting, the crying, the screams...he couldn't stop any of it.

his body crashed over with a wave of exhaustion, and he let his body fall completely to the floor, slumping onto the cool tile, the contact against his burning skin shocking him a bit. he was too scared now to move, already worried he woke you previously with the sounds of him vomiting. he squeezed his eyes shut, the action feeling pointless since the nightmare, but to his surprise it was dark and calm inside. he shuddered, the tears knocking from his eyelids onto the floor gently, cascading down his face with soft, shaky sobs. all of this is pointless. everything hurts, nothing matters. i should have died. i wasn't meant to live. i miss my grandma. i miss mon. i miss mommy, and hana, and grandpa. the thoughts ran rampant through his shattered mind, repeating over and over in his head with the same piercing voice he heard in his nightmare. the war should have killed me, this isn't worth it. i'm not worth it, they deserve to live better. i hate myself. i hate this. it hurts, god it fucking hurts, i wish i had died.

you wake slowly, stretching out and turning over to find tenko gone from bed. fuck, you spring up, where is he?

you slip out of bed and find his cane still propped against the nightstand, his wheelchair sat in the corner of the bedroom. he must've walked. how long has he been gone for? fuck, i feel so bad. you open the door and tread down the hallway with featherlight steps, nervous to scare or shock him. the hall light was on, the bathroom door closed. you reach out for the door, bracing yourself for the impact of another night-terror from him.

you find him laid out on the ground, curled into a fetal position, the scent of sick hanging heavily in the bathroom. you shake off the pang of disgust as you crouch to meet him, placing a hand softly but deliberately to his back, alerting him of your presence.

"tenko? baby, are you alright?"

your voice feels distant to him at first, like he's hearing it through a wall or dome. he blinks away the film of tears and props himself on his arms, shaking slightly.

"i'm okay, sorry. nightmare again." he cracks out, but his eyes are bloodshot, his lips cracked and bleeding. you take him into your arms, holding him and brushing the strands of sticky hair out of his face. he sits rigid for a while, before his voice cracks, and in the softest voice, he cries out.

"i hate being sick".

suddenly, he breaks, falling into your shoulder, gripping onto you as tight as he can. he sobs thickly, staining your shirt with tears. your own eyes well up, feeling that burn in your throat as you rock with him, shushing him through your own bout of cries.

"it's okay, ko. i know" you repeat to him, pressing your lips to his head, kissing his soft white hair. you comb through it with your fingers as he bawls, letting him feel it.

as your fingers drag through the tendrils, you notice something. through tears, you tell him, "your hair is growing".

it doesn't seem to phase him until you repeat yourself, this time adding; "it's black".

he grabs at his head with a panicked look, eyes wide as he pulls from you. "what?"

"your hair baby, its growing in black!" you laugh through swallowed cries, and reach for the little cosmetic mirror on the counter. you start pulling his hair back gently to show him, handing the little mirror to him. his roots, a very small sliver of length, are a deep, rich black.

"my...my family had black hair". he sniffles, wiping his face with the back of his hand. you smile at him with a quivering lip, kissing his forehead. he hiccups as his crying slows, the fervent episode finally lulling. he nods and sets the mirror down, shaking still.

for some reason, it made you feel at ease. as if the growth of his hair was a sign that maybe, finally, he'd started to heal even a bit. and no, it wasn't going to be perfect. it was going to be like this, for a very long time. maybe even forever. it was hard. the grief was indescribable, you were mourning someone who stood right in front of you. the man you fell in love with, tomura shigaraki, had died. in his wake, he left tenko shimura. but not only did you have to get used to him and get to know him, so did he. and as long as you were together...it might not be as hard.

"we should get a puppy".

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*a/n: 1. ohagi (botamochi) is a traditional japanese confectionary made with glutinous rice and a layer of red bean paste. it's typically consumed in the autumn and spring months; in autumn it is called ohagi because the color of the paste resembles the color of the "hagi" flower that blooms in japan's autumnal months, in the spring, it is called botamochi named after the peony flower that blossoms in spring. (source) 2. ohagi is shown as tenko's favorite food in mha volume 24, chapter 234: destruction sense.

[vonpharma]

Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma & Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Itonokogiri Keisuke | Dick Gumshoe & Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma, Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma & Shigaraki Tateyuki | Eddie Fender | Raymond Shields Characters: Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma, Shigaraki Tateyuki | Raymond Shields | Eddie Fender, Itonokogiri Keisuke | Dick Gumshoe, Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Original Characters Additional Tags: not quite case fic, Sickfic, Sicktember, Sicktember 2024, Hurt/Comfort, (mostly hurt.), Biological Warfare, Sick Franziska von Karma, No Beta - Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth Chooses Death, I would not call this a casefic but there is a case happening., Maybe it's a case fic. I'm not sure. The focus is on the illness., Author Uses The Localized Names

Summary:

In the midst of what seems like a rather cut-and-dry case, Franziska von Karma's perfect prosecution is challenged by a stubbornly inconvenient illness. It's awful timing, but that's all it is. ...right?

Written for Sicktember 2024 Day 16: Toxin

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[ao3feed-spinaraki]

Old Floorboards Suck

by Some_Writer_At_Home

Another fic in which Tomura is sick and the floorboards are his enemy

Words: 1152, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) 

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner

Relationships: Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Additional Tags: Mentioned Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Sick Character, Sickfic, Sick Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner is a good boyfriend, Headaches & Migraines, Nausea, Influenza, Tomura really hates the floorboards, Old floorboards suck

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56252914

[heroic-endeavors]

As I'm working on a current Dr. Stone fic I'm thinking about what I will do for my next one. Or something to write at the same time as the current fic. I don't know yet. I try not to work on too much at once. Since I just got over a cold it might end up being another sickfic. Question if I'm not 100% sure who will suffer. [Well, I have ideas. But I thought it would be entertaining to write a fic based on poll results.]

[ao3feed-hawks]

Bird Flu

Bird Flu by Anonymous

Thursdays were movie nights.

They were usually cheap, low-rated films, usually stolen or found, (or on the rare occasion, bought), but it was more about the quality time spent together than the movie, though no one in the League would openly admit that.

So Hawks wasn't going to miss tonight regardless of how shitty he felt.

Or: Hawks is determined not to miss the League's weekly movie night despite feeling like smoking hot trash, he lives to regret that decision

Words: 2433, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Toga Himiko, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, League of Villains

Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks

Additional Tags: Graphic Depictions of Illness, Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Established Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Vomiting, Implied Sexual Content, dabi is a horny bastard for just a sec at the beginning

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44749940

[master34645]

Shigaraki Sick fic

TW: Vomiting, soft(ish?) Dabi

[compendiumofdecay]

𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚞𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚢

decay (di-'kā): noun; the state or process of rotting or decomposition.

welcome in. please note this blog is 18+ and contains themes of violence, gore, body horror, illness, crude and unusual fetish content, etc.

also note this blog is owned and operated by @d1s1ntegrated - feel free to contact me with any comments, questions, concerns, inquiries, etc.

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about the compendium:

this blog is meant to house all of my works that i deem "unsafe" for a regular audience. topics and themes may include anything ranging from mild fetish content to extreme depictions of gore and violence, so blogger discretion is advised. all of my works will be tagged with the appropriate themes, and those tags will be sorted into a masterlist here, so if anyone chooses, they can filter and block specific tags of mine.

who am i?

i'm selene, im 21, my pronouns are she/they.

who do i write about?

mainly mha: specifically shigaraki, dabi, and hawks. i will most likely include other characters from other fandoms such as mr. crawling from homicipher, possibly some of the jjk boys, etc. all of my other fics, oneshots, and hcs can be found on my main blog @d1s1ntegrated. however, i take requests, even if from different fandoms.

what do i write about?

on this blog specifically, anything. my only exceptions are: be@stiality, ag3play/p3do, sc@t, full-body v0re, and inflati0n.

with that being said, heed these warnings:

this blog will absolutely contain the following-

-illness themes (emeto, whump, sickfics) -bloodplay/bleeding/gore -dubious consent, non-con themes -cannibal themes -other body horror (disfigurement, loss of limbs, medical malpractice, psychological horror) -fetish content (such as, but not limited to: omo, breeding, a/b/o, and other strange/unusual fetishes) -drug/alcohol use/misuse

why do i write these things?

this blog is a form of exposure therapy for me, as well as a place for other like-minded individuals to come in and feel a little less ostracized for their interests. i have a serious phobia of vomit, and struggle a lot daily with contamination OCD. writing about it will be the first and biggest step to ease myself from my daily anxieties. i also have wanted, for a long time, to experiment in writing fetish and kink content, as i find it utterly fascinating and fun to step outside of my writing comfort zone. i also love learning about new fetishes, and i study the development of them in others as well as myself. as an aspiring sex therapist, my goal is to try and familiarize myself with most, if not all, aspects of the kink and fetish world- not only to help others, but also myself as i grow more comfortable and positive about safe fetish play.

now that we've gotten that out of the way...

masterlist: [under contruction]

my tags: [under construction]

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[ao3feed-todoroki]

We've Been Down, We've Been Out

we've been down, we've been out by sahwen

“He needs to get out of here,” Shigaraki said. “You have the constitution of a NICU baby. If this thing knocked him out, I don't wanna find out what it'll do to you.”

Dabi shrugged. “I already dragged him here. I think we're at the point of no return. And anyways—” He swept an arm over to gesture at the window, where the cityscape was shrouded in a white flurry of snow. “Not exactly prime travel conditions.”

Or: The one with all the snow. And germs.

Words: 4269, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Takami Keigo | Hawks, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya

Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko & Takami Keigo | Hawks

Additional Tags: Gen or Pre-Slash, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Humor, Sickfic, Sick Takami Keigo | Hawks, Sick Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Sick Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, everyone goes through the wringer, Vomiting, Everyone Needs A Hug, Snowed In, everyone is soft but also kind of an asshole. you know how it is

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44884432

[ao3feed-hawks]

We've Been Down, We've Been Out

we've been down, we've been out by sahwen

“He needs to get out of here,” Shigaraki said. “You have the constitution of a NICU baby. If this thing knocked him out, I don't wanna find out what it'll do to you.”

Dabi shrugged. “I already dragged him here. I think we're at the point of no return. And anyways—” He swept an arm over to gesture at the window, where the cityscape was shrouded in a white flurry of snow. “Not exactly prime travel conditions.”

Or: The one with all the snow. And germs.

Words: 4269, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Takami Keigo | Hawks, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya

Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko & Takami Keigo | Hawks

Additional Tags: Gen or Pre-Slash, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Humor, Sickfic, Sick Takami Keigo | Hawks, Sick Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Sick Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, everyone goes through the wringer, Vomiting, Everyone Needs A Hug, Snowed In, everyone is soft but also kind of an asshole. you know how it is

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44884432