#warning angst

Divine Comedy AU pages 1 - 7

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Yang says into her ear. She sounds anxious, desperate even. You already have. Blake thinks. It hurts. Everything hurts. So stay a little longer this time, and make me forget.

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It’s finally done! (and I feel like I should apologize for it in advance)

Ladies and Gents I finally got around to updating my aftermath fic! (Didn’t have time to do the chapter art today, but I might upload it later :3)

It has been a year since the end of the dimensional war, since Yuya adopted three other souls into his body, since Zarc was sealed into his heart. He has pushed everyone away. Isolated himself in a vain effort to keep his demons at bay.

(I’m assuming you want this with Gafou :p) 

“I’m dying.”

Gaston turned. He thought he had heard Lefou wrong… 

“What?” His voice wavered. 

“Gaston… I wanted to tell you sooner, but,” Lefou eyes were searching, pleading with Gaston to understand. They sat next to one another on the park bench, observing the river. 

“Is this a joke?” Gaston asked, ignoring the river, ignoring the park. Everything around him seemed to melt away, or fade to black, or just disappear as panic set in. The only thing he could see or heard was the man before him- the man he had spent the last four, short years with. But there had to be more years ahead… there had to.

“I could probably think of a funnier joke than that,” Lefou replied with a light smile, but Gaston couldn’t return the smile. He couldn’t think. He knew Lefou had been having some health problems, and Belle and Adam had been coming over to give him a hand with a few more things than usual lately, but… but this couldn’t be right, could it?

“Lefou, I…” he searched Lefou’s brown eyes, but everything in them confirmed what he had just said– he was a terrible liar, and Gaston could always see right through him. A crippling weight seemed to crush Gaston. 

“When…” Gaston turned away, staring straight ahead of him bitterly. “When were you going to tell me?”

“When I couldn’t keep it a secret any more,” Lefou mumbled, and picked at his thumbnail. “I’m…” his voice began to crack, “I’m gonna need to be, um…” he blushed, looking down and drawing in on himself, “H-Hospitalized? Soon? I mean, probably-”

“Fuck,” Gaston breathed. Lefou bit his lip nervously. 

“I’m so, so sor-”

“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry.” It was Gaston’s voice that cracked this time, tears gathering. “Lefou, why would you apologize?”

“I knew you were gonna be mad, Gaston, that I didn’t tell you, but it’s always different when someone knows you’re going to…” Lefou shook his head in frustration, not able to bring himself to say it. “People are always waiting, and wondering if this will be the last time they say good night or good morning to you. I didn’t want to live like that with you. I loved waking up to you, posing in front of the mirror, doing your hair for two hours and leaving me with only fifteen minutes to get ready. I loved going out with you, not having you worry about if I’m too hot or too cold or if I can get around okay. I wanted my last few…” he exhaled, “I don’t know, months, I guess, to actually live.”

Gaston was silent, and he could hear the breath of his companion. He heard a few birds chirp somewhere behind them in the trees, and thought of the first day Lefou had made an observation that it was nice waking up to birds by their window. Gaston had grumbled, rolling over and threatening to shoot the damn birds if they didn’t shut up. He supposed he appreciated them more now. 

“How long?” 

Lefou ran a hand through his hair. “I think they told me, um…” he grimaced. Gaston turned to him, swallowing. 

“Please, tell me.”

“Three months.”

“Lefou.”

“Will you stay with me, Gaston?” Lefou asked softly, “Like, the whole way? They’ll tell you to leave, and if you want to, I understand, but will you at least come and visit?”

Gaston was confused. “Lefou, I won’t ever leave your side. I swore the day I married you I’d never leave you again.” Lefou managed a smile as Gaston went on. “I don’t know what… I don’t know what I’m going to… d-do without…”

“C’mere,” the shorter man muttered, and Gaston fell into Lefou’s lap, crying. Lefou stroked his long hair, and sighed. “I love you so much.”

(for this arc the askers get to interact with gentle as a way to help make the decisions and it will have an effect towards him.

but here’s the catch, at the end of this arc,gentle will change in a drastic way.while he’ll be himself,it’s his final decisions that will be most effective. and he can’t go back.

Warning angst and character/OC is hurt

Deuce and Asher were yelling at each other fighting for some reason Asher stormed off and his uncle Crowley was worried he went out to find him he knows how Asher tends to get injured easily "Asher my dear nephew?" Crowley was worried and saw Asher with Leona ,epel and ruggie doing sports so Crowley calmed down those three will make sure Asher is safe he's sure of it an hour later everyone heard yelling Crowley rushed out seeing Asher on the ground cover in blood his broom broken Crowley bent over holding Asher in his arm tears in his eyes"no no no my baby"he was holding Asher closely his heart aching seeing his nephew like this broken and helpless Leona quickly got the nurse Crowley didn't want to let Asher go but he knew he had too Asher's body was limp looking pale Crowley quickly followed behind the nurse worried about his nephew later Leona visited Asher seeing Crowley talking on the phone sounding worried Leona moved aside as deuce and Jamil ran in to hold Asher's hands Asher felt cold he couldn't see or move but he heard everything he felt deuce and Jamil warmth they were his best friends and they are here for him Crowley looked at them "the nurse said he'll be ok in three days he took a nasty fall" Crowley voice was broken and worried Leona nodded "I'll tell yuu about this"

The end???

the most painful ones to imagine are "we are more past than we are a future" and "who did you fall in love with if you don't like anything about what/who I am?" (Especially if you imagine the latter with one just being like "if you hate gods/ghosts so much, what the fck am i doing here then?")

but the entire song i can just. i can just SEE them you know? like when you imagine animatics you're never gonna make?