Long time ago, there was a nightmare. A nightmare, that plagued dreams of even the bravest of heroes, that made men gasp in terror and women look around. And every year, this nightmare demanded a sacrifice. Life. And every year people gave it to that nightmare. For years and years they cried, begged, but still payed their debt. Until one time a hero rose up. Consumed by fury, he slayed the beast and saved the people. And they all lived happily ever after. Right? Wrong. Little did they know, the nightmare was still waiting for its prey. All it needed... Was a call. ----------------------------------- This story was inspired by one Russian movie. I won't write the name, because it contains a huge spoiler. Oh, and neither characters nor picture are mine. Cover art was made by sozokuma.

-This is following the "Dabi is a todoroki" Theory, and Slow updates. Sorry..- Tap... Tap.... Tap..... Tap...... Nothing but tapping could be heard as Hawks walks down the empty alley way. "U-uh. Hawks..? Where are you taking me..?" A timid voice says, following behind the winged hero. "Somewhere safe for you... kid..." -------- Started 12-18-19 Finished 7-14-20

Dream and George were best friends. But what if Dream wanted to take their friendship to a whole level? What would happen when George keeps constantly denying his confession until he gets annoyed and goes with it? All the art I put is not mine. You know it isn't so I shouldn't be saying this. ⚠️WARNING: THIS CONTAINS DREAM AS THE SUB AND GEORGE AS THE DOM. I'm shipping the Minecraft characters. Not the real life so just imagine Dream is a little shorter then George.⚠️ If I'm updating chapter I'm re-editing them or removing art pics in it!

Kaminari is in love with Kirishima. But Kirishima loves Bakugo, and Kaminari is willing to suffer in silence to protect Kirishima's happiness. The only thing he asks is that he does not have to get the surgery, and lose his memories of the one he loves. He would rather face death than lose that. And he does.

When Dream feels his heart rate speed up at the end of George's Livestream, he knows he's too far gone. "This feels so wrong," George says and repeats. Dream clicks off the stream, the sounds of labored breathing filling the room as he tried to stem the panic he was feeling. The next day, after he had just barely dragged himself away from the edge of oblivion and heartache he would never return from, he felt the first tickle at the back of his throat. He coughed roughly, it sounded like he had fluid in his lungs or something. Pneumonia, maybe? But instead of coughing up mucus or phlegm, his eyes widened in shock at the taste of blood in is mouth. || Gream // DreamNotFound Hanahaki Story. There will be angst, slow burn, blood, vomiting, contemplation of suicide, anxiety attacks, and more. Do not read if this bothers you. You have been warned. ||