If You Strip This Story Down To Its Barest Bones, You Will Only Find Love.

Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: My Fault: London (2025), Culpa mía | My Fault (2023) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Noah & The Girl She Used to Be, Nick/Noah (My Fault: London), Noah & Ella (My Fault: London), Noah & William Leister (My Fault: London), Nick & William Leister (My Fault: London), Jenna/Lion (My Fault: London) Characters: Noah (My Fault: London), Nick Leister (My Fault: London), Ella (My Fault: London), William Leister (My Fault: London), Travis - Noah's Dad (My Fault: London), Ronnie Burns (My Fault: London), Jenna (My Fault: London), Lion (My Fault: London) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Rape Aftermath, Dissociation, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trauma, Claustrophobia, Noah needs a hug, Noah Saves Herself, Aftermath of Violence, Healing, Recovery isn't linear, Developing Relationship, Non-Sexual Intimacy, But also, Sexual Content, Panic Attacks, Scars, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Character Study Summary:

Ronnie is a touch smarter, and he guts Nick’s McLaren first. Noah has to save herself. (It’s a lot bloodier.)

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Or, The road to salvation looks a lot like the road to hell, and survival is a painful thing.

"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.

my favorite couples are the oc’s in my head for fics I haven’t and will never write. Like yes I put them through hell and back, but hear me out, the tension filled reunion when they think one of them is dead, and they run across the room and hold each other like the world is ending????

haha that's a nice starry-eyed ambition you've got there buddy. sure hope the narrative doesn't warp it into something ruthless and all-consuming

you guys ever go seem a movie on a whim and it just fucks you up in the craziest way possible with no warning

every time I try and write fanfic my friends start hating each other and I end up having 3 hour long calls, its so late, I just want to write about addy getting hugs, help

yes all my favorite characters are desperate to be loved. no i don’t think that says anything about me

love is the point (wip)

Tara thought she had kicked her habit of being easy to blush somewhere along the line of surviving the dead walking and trying to tear her throat out. But apparently not, because her face was warm as she hastily tugged Noah away, “We don’t even know that she likes girls, I mean she and Abraham are, you know, them.”  

They were far enough away that she didn’t have to worry about Rosita overhearing them, so she didn’t tackle Noah as he scoffed, “Please, she’s totally been staring at you, and Sasha, and maybe Maggie but I’m not totally sure about that one.” 

Tara fought the urge to snap back around and stare at Rosita as if she’d see a flashing bisexual flag above her head, or just a rainbow, rainbows were very nice. But she did not, because she was a survivor, because the world was ending and she was so much more mature than that. “You’re an idiot, Noah.” 

1

The warmth inside you,

Burning with growing anger,

The heat will fight back.

2

Burnt marks on your arms,

It sets ablaze, set ablaze,

Then there is nothing.

3

Death so passionate,

Another lost to the dust,

Come on, say hello.