#silentwings

[bone-dustt]

So I think I finally managed to nail Silentwing's charred corpse form after YEARS of struggling. Reference below the cut!

[dragonnest-art]

Eye-o-bat: Their wings are made of midnight shadows. Their bright eyes lure prey into a false sense of security. Silentwing: Silentwings are hard to detect. They are used to being unseen. As soon as other notice them, they panic.

[unicattheappl]

Artfight Attack 16

Character: https://artfight.net/character/3568413.silentwing

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Finchstar 

Aliases / Nicknames: Finchdrift 

Gender: tom 

Sexuality: bisexual 

Family: Coldsplash (mother), Rootsway (father), Honeybuzz (sister), Belugastar (mate) 

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, Belugastar (apprentice)

Clan: NightClan 

Rank: leader 

Characteristics: vengeful, sneaky, charismatic

Murder Motive: vengence 

Number of Victims: 25+ 

Number of Murders: 10 

Murder Method: unspecified

Known Victims: Fernstar, Silentwing, Robinroost, Earthenstrike, countless ThunderClan cats

Victim Profile: ThunderClan cats, abusers 

Cause of Death: killed by a tornado. 

Cautionary Tale: do not scorn those you protect, or else they shall return with fury and strength 

Story: 

The devastation done to my former Clan was great. 

ThunderClan then forced their help and rule onto us. 

They all laughed as I turned around slow, I tried to help take back the Clan once we had our strength back. 

They said you “ain't welcome 'round here anymore.” Exiled from my home, along with a few loyal supporters. 

“You just might as well go.” My mother, my father, even my sister just watched. I wiped the blood from my face as I slowly came to my knees. My pleas for help from StarClan were not answered. 

I said, “I'll be back when you least expect it.” I made a promise as I stared into the face of those I once loved,  And the Dark’s coming with me. Dark’s coming with me.”   

There is a hill at the bottom of the valley. We picked up a few cats along the way to where NightClan would make itself home. Where all the poor souls go when they die. 

Beluga, eventually to be Belugastar, was a kittypet who joined us. We made quick friends. And if you listen real close, I told them of the original Clans, and stories of how they had spread all throughout. 

You can hear em' like a ghost. Berryspeckle was whispered to by those from the beyond, Dark Forest and the dissatisfied of StarClan alike. Saying “you're never gonna make it out alive.” 

The mountain Clans were not entirely welcoming. Ratstar and I became like brothers, but WoodClan, SparkClan, LaurelClan, and CliffClan ranged from skeptical to outright hostile. There is a Twolegplace at the bottom of that hill I established NightClan, and the dissatisfied told Berryspeckle of what I had to do. 

They got a secret that they keep like a slave. First, I had to cease publicly executing abusive mentors, as it made StarClan uneasy. They suggested exile. They got a black magic creature, I made contact with the condemned, and took their advice as well. We'd do well to let me teach her overtime.

I learned secrets of these lands. How to survive on the base of this great hill. You'll be heading up that hill to the grave. 

NightClan was accepted among the Clans, and I knew what I had to do. And it is well, with my soul, I gained nine lives from the dissatisfied of StarClan, and I was off. 

Although all my time away had gotten me out of practice, I still could remember the moors of my old home. And on your way down to the Dark, you hear me ring that bell. Tempering my rage, I met a WindClan patrol at their border. I'd pay the Darkness twice as much to keep your soul.

Honeybuzz kept this secret, and my patrol arrived to ThunderClan. There was a drifter passing through that little valley. My arrival to ThunderClan with my patrol was met with confusion. See, he had promised he was coming back to the lake.

I fulfilled the promise I had made long ago. They didn't know me by my face, or by the claws itching to waste. None of them recognized me. It had been so long. But I knew them all. I came back to burn this land to the ground.

My patrol had orders to avoid the young, old, and sick. And so we attacked. First there was fire, then there was smoke. 

StarClan showed their displeasure. Lightning struck the forest, and a wild storm kicked up. The medicine cat, Rainwing, tried to stop me as I approached Fernstar. He paid for his arrogance. I did not leave them without, his apprentice rightfully helped the kits, queens, and elders escape. Then they all fell to their knees and begged that drifter please.

A few WindClan cats approached me, begging for me to stop.  Begged me please, as he raised his my claws before I spoke. I stood on Highrock, proclaiming my truth. “ I am the righteous hand of Stars, and I am the Darkness that you forgot.  And I told you one day you will see, that I'll be back, I guarantee, and darkness is coming with me.”

And it is well, with my soul. Fernstar turned to face me, yowling his rage. I tackled him, and took his final life.Laughing, I could hardly notice the winds. My life was over in a flash. 

Additional Information: 

--Submission by @frightnightindustries​

--Belugastar's a trans male! Silentwing and Robinroost are his parents.

--Earthenstrike clawed his apprentice for trespassing on the LaurelClan border.

--I literally was just introduced to this song by a friend, and I was reading this thinking hey this sounds familiar.

[thecolourblouie]

(it has shit quality lol)

Did some fanart for someone lol

This is them :D! subscribe :))

(pls be nice im a new artist-)

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[pluralpeeps]

Silent Wings (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/ItnPqAx2u5 Lance Breaux did not always understand his Native American heritage or how they could possibly be special. After his grandmother dies, he decides he will learn more of his heritage and quickly finds himself in a lot more than he had bargained for. 

Been working on this for awhile now and just want to know what people think. 

[oakbruh]

Silentwing || Leader of the birds || Bearded Vulture

[jonjp806]

Beautiful backdrop #clouds #weather #storm #stormclouds #silentwings #silentwingsmuseum #lubbocktx #lubbockphotographer #canonphotography #lightroom (at Silent Wings Museum) https://www.instagram.com/p/B11UHxPg1sL/?igshid=1fjxdb5lry7qr

[paimaniagalaxia]

Against each other till they find a common enemy 

(that being Silentwing)

Starscream design by me

original image for inspiration:

[wingsoffireaus]

Peacemaker AU: Character Profiles

Just some rough character profiles for my Peacemaker AU. You probably want to see the post preceding this one before reading this one. Some characters may seem a little ooc as well as a couple of ocs(?) Towards the end. Also I type a majority of my posts on mobile so be advised it might get messy. Haha.

Name:  Peacemaker

Character Summary: The product of a spell placed on the feared King Darkstalker. He is of course not aware of his origins and is only aware that he is a nightwing/rainwing hybrid. In the first year and a half of his life he had an odd obsession with strawberries that he did eventually grow out of although for some reason this freaked out Kinkajou and Moon. He also developed a crush on his friend Battlekeeper but he eventually grew out of that as well which obviously shook Moon up who continued to try and set them up leading him to avoid both of them as much as possible. Currently he is dating Prince Cliff of the Skywings and no matter what he refuses to allow anyone to ruin his new relationship.

Name: Prince Cliff of the Skywings

Character Summary: The only dragonet of Queen Ruby Cliff is somewhat spoiled and arrogant but is surprisingly sweet when it comes to those he cares about. He was quickly attracted to Peacemaker due to his hunting and flying skills and eventually does ask him out on a date which lead to them dating fairly quickly. He was very disappointed and hurt when Moon and Kinkajou show concerns for them dating as he had been looking forward to meeting them after hearing about them from Peril. Instead of this discouraging him it actually only made him even more determined to make things work with Peacemaker and gain all of his loved ones approval.

Name: Hope (formerly Foeslayer)

Character Summary: The mother of Peacemaker (aka Darkstalker) who has been trying to raise her son peacefully in the rainforest. While she has had the occasional concern when Peacemaker shows similarities to Darkstalker ultimately she has few worries and it helps soothe the guilt for what she did to her son. She constantly tells Moon and Kinkajou that worrying will only make things worse she hasn’t done too much to dissuade them.

Name: Moonwatcher

Character Summary: a member of the original Jade Winglet. Moonwatcher is one of the few who knows the fate of Darkstalker. Over the years she has tried to keep an eye on Peacemaker to make sure her vision of his bright and happy future comes true. However, due to various events throughout the young dragonets life certain aspects have been changed. This has stressed Moon out and has caused damage to her relationship with Peacemaker.

Name: Kinkajou

Character Summary: A member of the original Jade Winglet. Kinkajou is the one who had written the original spell on Darkstalker that led to the creation of Peacemaker. Similar to Moon she has kept an eye on the young hybrid throughout his short life. She has also been disturbed by certain developments with the hybrid and her own relationship with him has grown tense over the years.

Name: Qibli

Character Summary: A member of the original Jade Winglet. Qibli is also aware of the fate of Darkstalker. He has been dating Moonwatcher for past five years but their relationship has grown strained and tense as time has gone by. She has been consumed with her vision of Peacemaker and they rarely spend anytime with one another. He still wants to try and make things work but its dimming more and more as time goes by. Luckily he has been reunited face to face with a certain ex prince friend of his and maybe just maybe his own future has gotten a little bit brighter.

Name: Winter

Character Summary: A member of the original Jade Winglet. A former prince of the Icewings Winter has spent the last five years building a thriving scavenger sanctuary. He had had a crush on Moon when he was younger but has since grown out of it and has even dated a few times although none of them lasted for long or were that serious. He is excited to be teaching a course on scavengers at Jade Mountain and while it is awkward to see his former winglet he is still excited to see them. He particularly glad to see Qibli who looks a little worse for wear. And what is going on with Moon and Kinkajou?

Name: Battlekeeper

Character Summary:The daughter of the tribes blacksmith, Bladeshaper, at only a little over a year and a half she has already shown talent and interest in her fathers work. She develops a crush on the sweet strawberry obsessed Peacemaker much to the amusement of her peers. Peacemaker also develops a crush on her in turn but eventually grows out of it. They grow apart as they grow older. Mostly due to Peacemaker avoiding her after getting annoyed with Moons and Kinkajous efforts to get them together. They eventually rekindle their relationship when they got Jade academy although at this point Peacemaker has started the process of dating a certain prince of the skywings. She still remains a friend of his though.

Name: Blitzclaws (Thank you @scavengerwing)

Character Summary: This is supposed to be the dragonet from Winter Turning that has severe PTSD after the volcano. He and Peacemaker met and instantly clicked. Blitzclaws admiring the carefree way in which Peacemaker would conduct himself. He never scolds him for not acting like a proper Nightwing and instead just seems glad to have him around. He’s one of dragonets who is invited to JMA and is more than happy when Peacemaker starts his relationship with Cliff although he does worry that the prince isn’t good enough for his best friend but whatever makes Peacemaker happy makes him happy.

Name: Silentwing

Character Summary: A loudmouthed and obnoxious dragonet, Silentwing does not live up to his name in the slightest. He is a bit of a bully and would try and pick on Peacemaker whenever he thought he could get away with it. Luckily for Peacemaker he was never taken all that seriously by the other dragonets and he does eventually grow out of this obnoxious behavior.

Okay so in this fic the 'antagonists' are Moon and Kinkajou. Now take that with a pinch of salt. I do not hate these characters but the end of DoD showed a very dark side of them and how far they can go. Kinkajou in particular was a little sadistic. (I'm sorry changing a dragon so completely including their actual race because it will "do them some good" is not good at ALL. Actually I'm pretty sure that pretty racist. So good job Kinkajou. 10/10 best idea ever.) So I've kind of taken this to the extreme here take that as you will. I will try avoiding bashing characters but I will be portraying them as slightly unhinged from their past experiences.

Also how many crack ships can you insert into an AU? Let's find out!

[mimic-stone]

Meet the cutest warden, Alander “Owl” Silentwing. Why does Alander wear that mask?  “Because of me peepers. I ‘ave big peepers I do. Is easier this way. Besides, I get to ‘ave loads of conversations thanks to me mask!” 

[kariuann]

When He Cries for Him

yay part 3! sorry for the long wait, thank you for supporting this series!

i put all my heart and soul to this part

warning: cusses. also angsty

synopsis: Mammon is taken back to the Devildom to be punished for breaking the rules.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Back in the House of Lamentation, the day before Mammon got caught

Satan and Belphie slowly walked towards their older brother’s room. They never, ever wanted to do this because they hate Lucifer so much, but for the sake of the brother who cared for them so much than anybody else, they would take the risk. It was high time for reconciliation.

“Open up. Lucifer.” Satan knocked while Belphie holds his meal. They only got silence as a reply.

“Open the fuck up, or you’re losing a door.”

Still nothing.

Satan kicked the door hard. They were met with puddles of alcohol, Belphie almost slipping. In front of the desk was the ever so messy Lucifer. Belphie slammed his food to get his attention.

“Eat up.”

“Get out.”

Satan only snickered.

“Get out or what? Transform into your demon form and try to kill us? Please, Lucifer. You’re treating us just like how you punish Mammon back then. Ever the strict older brother, huh, Lucifer?”

“Shut up.”

“Why the hell would I want to listen to you? Would you hang me across this house as a punishment, huh? Go on then! For all I care! Besides, all you do to this family was to ruin it anyway, just to show how ‘strict’ you are.”

Lucifer just stayed silent.

“We’re having a private meeting tomorrow. If Mammon comes back, we’ll make sure you’ll never lay a finger on him ever again.”

.

Present Time

“No! I’m not going anywhere!!”

Mammon bawled, hiding behind you as Barbatos and Diavolo walk slowly towards you. Lucifer just silently looked away, pain creeping from his eyes. It was a look you’ve never seen before—but then your thoughts snapped back to reality as you felt Mammon tug the hems of your shirt, gripping for his own life.

“I apologize, Mammon. But you will be coming with us no matter what.”

“No!!”

“Mammon, ple—“

“I SAID NO!!! I don’t wanna go back there anymore, I just wanna be here with her!!”

Diavolo reached out to help him stand up, but Mammon shoved his arm away. Barbatos was ready to retaliate, but Diavolo insisted. Lucifer slowly inched forward, making Mammon flinch.

“Get away from me! It’s all your fault, I hate you all—especially YOU!!”

Lucifer just watched Mammon release all his burrowing anger towards him. He never thought in a million years just how much he broke his own brother—the one who was always near him since the fall, the one who took care of his other brothers when he was incapable of doing it—and just seeing the look on his face breaks his soul even more than before.

“All I want…! All I want from you… was praise…”

Mammon bawled even more, gripping harder and sobbing louder into your arms than before. Barbatos took charge and swiped him away from your hold, with Diavolo giving you a knowing look before leaving, with Mammon struggling to get out.

“Lucifer…”

He responded slowly, tears falling from his eyes. You quickly wiped it away and fixed his appearance.

“Don’t do this, please… I don’t deserve this…”

“Shh…” You slowly brought him to your arms, rubbing circles on his back. Lucifer could only nuzzle against your shoulder and sob even louder. He was too broken, but he knows that Mammon suffered so much more than what he feels right now, and all of it was his fault.

Once he composed himself, he offered you to come along with him. You obliged.

.

.

Diavolo held a private meeting the day after. All the other brothers attended, along with the purgatory hall members. They didn’t fully know what was going on, but they had a slight clue. Their thoughts were confirmed when Diavolo and Barbatos entered alongside a white-haired man. You followed afterwards and sat beside him.

“Mammon…!”

“Y/N!!!”

All the brothers rushed towards both of you—including Belphie—but was soon interrupted by Barbatos. They had no other choice but to be seated and wait as the meeting starts.

“Today we are all gathered here to discuss something very important. We do know that entering another realm should be done with permission from the heads, and entering without it is a heavy violation of a rule—and when someone violates the law, they deserve to get punished. Am I correct, Mammon?”

“…”

“…Thus, I hereby sentence Mammon to be locked within the deepest chambers of Devildom for years, and that no one should ever enter it besides me and Barbatos. Any violent reactions?”

A deafening silence ensues. Everyone was frightened at the declaration—even Luke was shaking that Simeon had to calm him down. Everyone knows Mammon doesn’t deserve another punishment—he already suffered that much from someone else. Yet, they also know about the law, and whoever breaks it must be severely punished.

They all got nothing to say. Diavolo continued.

“Well then, shall we—“

“I object.”

All looked around to know the source, and as it turns out, Lucifer just walked in. Mammon trembled from his seat, gripping your arms immediately.

“…State your reason.”

“Let me take the punishment instead.”

Gasps were heard across the room, particularly Mammon. Everyone was shocked by his statement—even Satan and Belphie, who both despise him so much. He quickly jumped from his seat and rushed towards his brother, but Beel and Belphie immediately grabbed him from both sides.

“NO! Don’t do it!!!”

Lucifer could only look at him. Then he continued.

“I don’t want him to suffer more than he could ever have. So, I’m doing this as an apology for all I’ve done.” Lucifer bowed, but then you stood up.

“If you don’t want him to suffer more, then why are you still doing this? Aren’t you hurting him much more with your decisions?”

“…I’m sorry, Y/N. But I need to do this.”

“No, Lucifer!! Don’t do it, you idiot!!!” Mammon cried out.

Lucifer flinched, but he didn’t let that deter his decision. He was determined to do this, to protect his brother who he trusts so much. He was determined to fix everything he ruined, and all the other brothers know that if he’s already made his decision, no one could ever stop him—even Diavolo.

Because of his pride.

“Let me be selfish one last time, Diavolo. I will take any punishment you’d give. Please.”

It wasn’t something Diavolo hears often, but he knows that when he says ‘please,’ it’s already final. Diavolo just nodded and ordered Barbatos to take him to the deepest chambers of Devildom. Lucifer was to take the same punishment he used to give to Mammon, but this time, no one could ever help him.

Before he was taken away, Lucifer looked from his behind and smiled at Mammon.

The smile that Mammon had never seen since they were back in the Celestial Realm.

“NOOOO!!”

Part 4 coming soon!

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[jomamaofficial]

You should have said something: Finale (Bakugou x fem!Reader)

A/N: HELLO BESTIES, IT'S YOUR *lmao I just realised I wrote sentimental here instead of CRUSTY here* CRUSTY TOE HERE. Now please, for the love of whoever's up there, PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS. I'm not going to dawdle along because this was the finale you all were waiting for, so enjoy. Social Media & LinkTree & Discord Server TW: Very gruesome descriptions of: Death, Burning, Heavy cursing, Blood, Abuse. Masterlist Taglist: @spicy-therapist-mom @speedmetalqueen @silentw-lkr @loki-an-idiot @clickbait-official @captainchrisstan @kamalymaly @idk-sam @runrabbitrun3 @power-house-fan12 @mrslawliet @memeingcheetah27 @lonleyweeb77 @midnight-storm Word Count: 1743

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Sirens flooded the scene, police cars blinding passerbys. Ambulances rushed to the location, paramedics pushing their way through the crowd of people, the heat travelling the smell of iron across the streets of Musutafu. Firefighters reached the estate, dragging people away from the hazard, eyes gawking at the uproar of fire. The house was engulfed in flames, crying voices piercing through the ears of those who looked on. Ashes here and ashes there, belongings erupting into soot and red embers.

A body was heaved onto the stretcher, blood staining the white cotton.

“The heart rate is lowering, I repeat the heart rate is lowering.”

The static noise from the walkie talkie was merely another addition to the tumultuous screams and orders.

Wind ran through his hair, panic stricken over the nurse's face who ran as fast as her environment could let her, the heavy but precious, bleeding body straining her arms and staining her hands.

The door was held open, commands being barked at her.

The reporters bombarded her, obstructing the nurse’s view. She shoved past them; her heart hammered in her chest inspecting the monitor, her movements speeding up as she reached her destination. The body was rushed into the ambulance, attached to pipes and machines.

It was the last thing the public saw before the door was shut and the sirens fled away.

Trending headlines and hashtags spread like wildfire.

Masaru switched on the TV, his wife finishing up her dinner in the other room.

“I am now live at the Bakugou-L/N estate. Word from our information team has come out and the fire has been going on for twenty minutes, however these twenty minutes were enough for Prohero Ground Zero to be sent to the emergency room after a local found him covered in burn marks and injuries inside his already smoking house. Prohero Y/HN is nowhere to be found and all forms of contacts have been shut off. I am now handing over to Tanaka-san who is live at the-”

Switched off. Masaru sat there glued to his seat with his fingers pressing on the power button.

-

Hope came crashing down and you could only stare at the broken screen of your phone, tiny glass particles spewed on the floor.

Your skin was boiling up but your blood ran cold. Your throat dried up but your tears were wet. You couldn’t feel anything but his nails, digging in through the layers of clothing you comforted yourself in.

If you could go back in time, you would have. If you could stop yourself from dialing Izuku’s number, you would have. Anything, anything would have been better than this.

Silence. And you still had the urge to cover your ears. There was nothing to look at apart from your only form of communication. Everything else was black. And the traitorous phone that gave you away was dissipating as well. It faded away from your sight, leaving you a wide smile on your face. Too wide. Stretching from one cheek to the other, your lips were quivering, forcing it to stop. But it didn’t stop. It was getting wider and wider and it was hurting but could you stop it? No.

You couldn’t stop anything. Not this marriage, not this moment, not your own body.

He pulled on your hair and you couldn’t even stop the pain. He crushed your face between his hands, searing pressure building up in your skull and you still couldn’t stop him. He shouted and he screamed and it was slowly seeping into your skull how loud he really was. Nothing would stop. You couldn’t stop it.

You were useless. Your shrieks were useless because he drowned them out with his own voice.

His words were barely comprehensible. You could either focus on the warm blood trickling down your hairline, or him.

But that took energy. And right now, trying to stay alive was sucking all of the energy out of you.

“YOU FUCKING BROKE RULE NUMBER THREE, YOU FUCKING WHORE.”

Rule number three spiked your interest. Not because you remembered what it was. It only drew your attention to him amidst all the repeated curses and the names and the agony, ‘rule number three’ was something new.

Why would you understand rule number three though, you couldn’t even understand why you were smiling, giggling underneath your breath.

“And out of all the people you could have gone to”, he sucked in a breath, squeezing your cheeks. He could feel your clenched teeth fighting against the strength of his hold.

“You fucking went to that useless cunt Deku”, Bakugou spat out, a crazed glint in his eyes as he felt your face shake and crumble under his grip.

“Where is he now huh?” he scoffed, a breathy laugh escaping from the depths of his body.

“WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT PATHETIC BITCH NOW?” Screaming once again, he activated his quirk, missing you by a hair. The flames mocked you, free to move, free to grow.

“Is he gonna come and get you now? See your precious ‘Izu-kun’ anywhere?” he derided, smiling at the blackened area his palms left on your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’M SORRY.”

Your tears said it enough, tears that were mixed in with the sweat and blood that dripped from your forehead. All you wanted was someone, someone who would hold you and stroke your head and clean you up. Someone who would take him away from you and let you live in a fantasy where you weren’t wrong anymore.

You apologized in the false anticipation that he would stop, and caress your face and pepper it in small kisses. You apologized in the false anticipation of thinking that’s what he needed all along. Just an apology.

So when he pushed you off of the sofa, your knees igniting in irritantance and bruises, you could only look at him. And when he crouched down in front of you, tilting your chin upwards, your heart almost fluttered at the thought that he would pull you into a kiss. A warm kiss where you would feel at home and feel loved.

The sad part was that you knew that you would forgive him if he kissed you once.

But the worst part was that you knew this would never happen. And it didn’t. But you were happy to live in your delusion. Because your delusion masked the sheer force at which he defiled your body.

The lethal blaze mirrored the lethal blaze that ignited his eyes. And this was the last time you’d ever see such hate, and animosity in them.

With your hands shielding you too late, all you saw was a blinding light shining through you, filling every crevice in your body with a scorching glow. But then it was extinguished by the darkness.

Alarms were going off in your head, telling you to breathe quickly and panic and scream and reach out and find something to see. And you did. And it entertained him.

So small and so vulnerable, scrambling around beneath him to try and escape. But he had you under his grip. And he wasn’t going to let you go until you remained lifeless under him.

Smoke infiltrated your lungs, forcing you to flail and writhe on all fours. You were heaving, trying oh so very hard to breathe in the oxygen that limitlessly surrounded you.

But you were useless. And you couldn’t breathe to save your life.

Coughing and slobbering, kneeling in front of him, you begged.

“Please, forgive me.”

“Please, I’m sorry.”

“Please, I didn’t mean to.”

“PLEASE, MAKE IT STOP. PLEASE JUST MAKE IT STOP.”

The fumes were stabbing at your throat, filling your head with fog.

And your world was running slowly. The noise was slowed, darker and deeper, slurred beyond understanding. The agony was slow; equally as painful, but slow. It gave you little breaks in between to piece everything together, bit by bit.

Growing up, your world was black and white: heroes were benevolent, there to serve the society and protect them whereas villains were malevolent, there to wreck the balance of society and harm them as they pleased.

Growing up, the first people you relied on were heroes. Even as the Number 3 Hero, Y/HN, you relied on your colleagues who worked day and night to ensure the safety of the country you served.

Maybe that was your downfall. Blindly trusting heroes as if they were some sort of untouchable deities who could never harm. Because here you were, taking the last few breaths with your world spinning around you and being snatched away from you.

And it wasn’t at the hands of a villain that you were dying. It was at the hands of your so-called superior, the Number 2 Hero: Ground Zero.

Ground Zero; the hero who everyone respected but feared. His snarl, his anger, his drive. The very hero who was found in every treacherous battlefield. He was the same hero who took on anything he found that threatened the life of the citizens he made his duty to protect from harm's way.

But who would take him on when he caused harm to you?

No one.

It wasn’t the smoke, or the burns, or the bleeding that caused you to take your last breath. It was the realization that no one would save you.

-

The pulse under Katsuki’s fingers diminished until it was nothing. And he cried. Veins standing out in livid ridges, his eyes seared in rage as they watered and dripped down his face, cooling his body in the circle of fire he put himself in.

If he wasn’t trained to suck his guilt up every time his hands were responsible for someone’s downfall, he would have been consumed in his own self loath…

But what was the point of feeling guilty when you deserved it?

It was because of you Eijiro broke up with him. And he internally promised himself he would always stand by this.

Blinking away his tears, he channeled all the remaining energy he had, letting his anger flow through out of his body.

His wrists were giving in but he swore it was the final time. Just one more blow. One more big blow.

Silencing his cries underneath the deafening roar of his explosions, he clenched his jaw, pressuring his body on and on.

No one would find you now. No one would know.