Totally comfortable with angst, definitely need more suffering here 😈
Note: Y/H/N is Your hero name, I know Katsukis hero name is Dynamight but imma stick with Ground Zero 😅
Get the tissues and comfort fics ready my Darlins!
Bakugou
He didn't want you to come on this mission anyway, hell he doesn't even want you doing hero work. This mission was nothing but a risk and you volunteered to assist regardless of his wishes.
He was angry, frustrated at you for not heeding his warnings, seething at the other heroes who didn't feel obligated to stick around, and royally pissed off at how slimy this villain was acting.
The villain had a powerful quirk sure, whatever. With the both of you fighting him it shouldn't have been an issue at all, but this was a villain.
He was targeting fleeing civilians.
Your heart of gold and reputation of a noble calm and decisive hero was being tested. You couldn't stand watching him wreak havoc to innocent people who want nothing more than to live their lives normally. It's why you were fighting him more aggressively than your hot headed duo.
You tried to corner him, a feeble attempt to pause his rampage, but you couldn't anticipate what he was actually planning.
Katsuki could though.
The only thing you remember is pain in your head and the ringing of explosions as the villain started to collapse the building. The pain shot up your nervous system, a numbing, hot sensation you couldn't even comprehend.
Your vision went dark as Bakugou desperately shook you, his gloves sending shockwaves of agony through your body.
The villain gets away and you can see Katsuki torn between pursuing and the paniced eyes as he assessed your condition.
"Why would you push him without me?!" His voice cracking under the shock of what he witnessed.
He knew he was going to target you. This villain made it clear he was going to "take away what grounded Ground Zero".
He struggled to break the rubble and rebarb that was now crushing your legs, trying to gently but quickly use bursts of his explosions.
You didn't have the heart to tell him you couldn't even feel that your legs were even there.
Sero
It's not like you both expected to get roped up into a fight, it just kind of happened. You could here bits of pieces of what happened, something about a lost bet?
A bet certainly didn't excuse the absolute bullet hell that came after the argument. Bits of glass flew through the air like horizontal snow.
You and Sero mutually agreed to start evacuating the civilians away from the line of fire, while also trying to notify others to close off the strip. Sero tried to wrap up the main aggressors hands but the glass shredded his tape almost instantly. No matter what tactics he tried, his tape was no match to glass ripping apart every inch of tape he would shoot out.
Sero tried to get close to the villain, maybe his reaction time would be slower than his tape?
You felt your heart drop as you watched the villain reach out his arm. Time seemed to slow, you felt like you were just walking in between Sero and the villain. You could see his face change, his pleading look to just move out of the way. The smirk of the villain creeping across his face.
All you felt was Sero's tape wrapping around you, it's touch almost comforting, saying everything is okay.
That was until the searing pain pelted your torso.
Sero yanked you to the side, the landing rough and out of his control. Your breathing became rapid as shock took over. The villain looked in horror at what he had caused and ran off.
Sero rushed over, his body trembling at the sight of all of the blood. He reaches out to hold you but hesitates as he realizes the gravity of the situation. His tape kept the large shards of glass in place, but were stained a horrifying crimson.
He didn't leave your side, but you couldn't decide what was worse.
The agony of sharpness in your body, or Sero's haunting screams for help.
Tokoyami
This couldn't have been a worse match up.
Not only were the two of you outnumbered but it was so bright. Dark Shadow struggled to maintain the offensive. You figured you could take out the harsh lights of the villains hideout as a way to help even the odds. The only problem was finding an opening to safely hit them at once.
"We have no choice, y/h/n! We have to retreat!" Tokoyami managed to yell out before another barrage of physical quirks hit Dark Shadow.
You didn't see any other way of escape, your tunnel vision gaining a hold on you.
You took the chance.
You managed to take out most of the lights but the villains were ready for that. On the fourth light you got tackled. As much as you struggled you couldn't break free of this quirks hold. You could feel your limbs getting heavier, whether it be from exhaustion of the fight or a quirk of some kind you couldn't tell.
Dark Shadow struggled to rise to you, but the lights were redirected at him, causing him to shriek and recoil.
Suddenly a bright light blinded you, then a searing pain swelled from your eyes. You tried opening them but your body was telling you they are as open as they could be. Confusion and panic set in, the pain only amplifying as the light seemingly got brighter.
You screamed out in agony.
All you could feel was intense pain from your eye sockets, and all you could hear was a mixture of Tokoyami and Dark Shadow roaring in a flurry of emotions.
It was dark.
But only for you.
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Can I get a mammon angst thats hurt/no comfort pls?? Like I just need smth to read because everything is being tagged incorrectly or are just hurt/comfort :( I wanna be sad😪😪 AND TAG ME IF YOU DO PLS IM DESPERATE😭😭
You’re mean >:(
I like it >:)
@yuumaofc
I Will Follow You: (Not Proofread)
This is short, but my are still wet. ;—; Spoilers For Chapter 16+ (you can see where this is going)
The ticking of the clock, the creaks of the wooden broads, and the non frequent ruffling of fabric.
Were the only sounds he could, but it didn’t fill in anything. the only thing he wanted. No he needed, was you.
Your lovely features, your smile, anything. He needed to feel your heart beat again, and the warmth you always had provided him.
But the only warmth he had was his bed, it didn’t feel like it. It felt cold and empty, the worst two combinations together.
But, maybe once he got use to it. It would become something in the background, something else so tiny. That he didn’t know it was there.
Knock
Knock
Knock
He didn’t turn around.
“Mammon…” His eyes widen a bit, he never heard that type of tone. “Lucifer…? You, you need something.”
He heard his elder brother sigh and cough. Not looking, he knew that he was covering up his tears. “Do, you want to visit?” Mammon held his breath, his brows furrowed and tighten as his thoughts raced.
“Is…he there?” His brother quickly chimed, “No, of course not. But, he did tried and promptly failed.” His brother saw Mammon’s rigid breathing slow and turn calm. “Good.” He winced at his brother’s cracking voice.
“I’ll get ready big bro. You can go ahead, I know where they are.” He finally got up from the barely comforting bed. And moaned as he finally popped his strict back.
“Yes, take your time.” Looking down, he softly shut the door. The click helped Mammon get up and to start his routine.
He made it so you weren’t scared, scared of something in him that reminded you of him. He kept the clothes you said you loved on him. A shirt that said, “I Will Follow You.” It was adorned in flowers even to the ends of the sleeves.
“Hehe, you look so cute Mammon!” “Just be happy I’m keeping this! It’s not everyday the Great Mammon wears these!”
He’s happy he kept it.
“Mammon…” His steps stopped as the voice of his brother aided him to look up. “I see you brought a gift.” He nodded and pulled out an photo album from his armpit. It had many stickers, flowers, cats, anything you found. You stuck onto the cover.
“I’m just gonna talk with Mc. They should know what we been doing these days.” “May I come along?” He nodded, but her didn’t wait for him and started to walk forward.
“Hello Mc, I’m back. Though, Lucifer had to help me out.” His eyes stung as he felt his brother’s arm gently wrap around his shoulders.
“I’m so sorry, for not visiting ya often….” “I just…it hurts to.”
Mc XX-XX
Everything shined brighter when they were here.
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44: rant about something writing related
ok you asked for it
so on the current project that im working on im about twentyish pages into the second draft and god do you really see all the flaws in your writing when you have to write it out a second time and the problem ive discovered is that i use the typical fanfic epithets BUT only kind of, and mainly like 'the man' and 'the place.' 'the place' a whole lot more somehow, and i dont really know how to explain it! its a pain. the other problem with this fic is that its making me spell things in the british way all the time and manoeuvre is just. a bad way to spell a word. also i switch up my s's and z's ALL the goddamn time for zailor reasons. dont get me wrong i am so proud of this fic as its the longest and i think best developed thing ive ever written, but we've hit what i like to call 'supernova time' where writing is a little bit like getting hit by a train over and over and its an absolute slog and i just want to get it done so i can get validation from my peers. i have two beta readers(alpha readers? cowriters?) who i adore so much but they can only do so much before i have to get the stupid fic done myself and i will, someday, and blow everyone in the aubreyad fandom away and probably like four hermitcraft fans who have no idea what's going on. this fic has been such a labor of love because i know its not gonna get numbers and i know its not going to be comprehensible to anyone who doesnt have extensive knowledge of sunless sea lore but im really proud of what i have made, what lore i have extrapolated into absolute nonsense, and the characters ive written and traumatized. did i say traumatized i meant developed. i can never tell when i should expand a certain part or shrink it, specifically like 'jane goes to the store and comes home, where the plot was waiting for her' versus 'jane put on her red shoes to go to the store to buy milk and eggs and--' etc etc etc to the point where she DOES get home and the plot's still there but its taken a significantly longer time to get there but we know so much more about jane now. i started writing this fic in january and its longer than the great gatsby and by god someday its gonna be out in the world but its gonna be a while before then.
its 1am and im sick as hell rant over mic dropped ty for the ask <3
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He has never hurt anyone on purpose.
He's more of a runner than a fighter. There are very few opponents that Sycamore could honestly hope to prove himself against physically, and he certainly doesn't have what it takes to take on a man termed the War General.
But he's tried running. He's tried climbing the fence, the wall, sneaking past the insane remnants of Flare, only to be taken back under the claws of their master, and gently chided like a rebellious pet.
So one day, with some particular inspiration, Augustine got his hands on a weapon. He'd slid it out of the pocket of a sleeping grunt, tiptoeing through the hall in utter silence and promising himself he wouldn't really use it any more than he needed to. This place was changing him, too, and he hated every moment of being here, in this even more twisted idea of Lysandre's perfect world.
He would much rather die in refusal. He'd rather face any other fate than this one.
And then he didn't hear Lysandre, until some small noise drew his attention. He surprised himself with his reaction, his ability to suppress his instinct to run, and the fact that the knife he was holding was buried to the knuckle inside Lysandre's gut.
Augustine made a quiet noise. He'd let go without realizing it.
He'd never hurt anyone like this before.
@pulchramundii
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