• 𝑻𝑶𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑶𝑲𝑰 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑶 • "ʜᴜᴍᴀɴꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ." ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜɪᴍ. "ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ." ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ, ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ. "ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ... ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ?" ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ. "ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ... ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ?" ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ. "ᴛʜᴇɴ ʜᴏʟᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ." ʜᴏᴡ? "ʜᴏʟᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜʀɢᴇꜱ." ʜᴏᴡ? "ʜᴏʟᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜʀɢᴇ ᴛᴏ ||???||." ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ.

"Once upon a time, a lonely boy wished..." - Tsuna is kind. Even he knows that much. Maybe that's why he is able to find it in himself to continue fighting on for his precious people-- even with a heart as jaded as his. Even if they never listen. Even when Tsuna knows that they will eventually ruin him. But even the kindest people have their limits. And it wasn't Tsuna's fault that they just never listened to him. - he is siLent because they never Listen. --- • Empath! Tsuna • Trigger Warnings: Character Death, Angst, Suicide --- + Cover Picture does not belong to me. Thank you @elysian_hadou for making the cover for me!! + KHR does not belong to me. It belongs to Akira Amano. + Inspired Works: Asphodels by PinkPaperCrane and Listen to Me by Herperlo_D + A really long one-shot split into 2 chapters + 「COMPLETED」「EDITED」

there's a humming in the restless summer air →he's fifteen and ninety simultaneously with fire in his blood and war in his past and a couple hundred memories of a boy with hair like the sun and a smile to match← →(suddenly he's fifteen again and linking his fingers with someone else's smaller ones, someone else's nimble ones, built as if for thievery and murder and sin- suddenly he's fifteen again and he can't breathe because he has never seen someone look so beautiful covered in blood and pain, someone so sad with such dark melancholy in their eyes, aphotic grief in their veins, and there's a tingling in his bones and his tongue stumbles over his teeth. suddenly he's fifteen again and he wants to laugh and cry and oh gods tonight the moon will bleed)← ∆ solangelo ∆ ♣ no updates until ten chapters pre-written ♣ ♠ updates on saturdays or sundays ♠

WAYS AWAY || the art of self-destructive apathy. (THIRD PERSON; OC)

the world is spinning and he can't breathe through the smoke in his fragile lungs , and he is waiting - for something he isn't quite sure what , but it is brewing in his bones like the beginning of a wildfire. [word count: around 27,500] /NICO DI ANGELO/ /HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE/