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Hihi can you please do a Luke x reader where it’s basically an unrequited love like reader is so in love with Luke and he has no idea so she moves on and years later she’s over him and confesses to him like a oh I thought you should know and the whole time Luke had been in love with her, kinda base it off that one TikTok audio where it’s like “I’m not in love with you anymore” “I never knew you were” 🩷🩷
OHH YOURE FEEDING MY ANGST BRAIN WITH THIS ONE. buckle up lets break some hearts
edit: this ended up being WAY sadder than i originally intended. i am so sorry anon oh my god
i gave you a rare gift (but you didn't want it) — luke castellan
pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader
word count: 2.8k
content: angst, major character/reader death, unrequited love, mutual pining, reader is part of kronos' army, luke and reader are doomed by the narrative, [Y/N] used (sparingly), alcohol mention, description of injury
listening to: bloodfest (from mizumono) by brian reitzell
You are twenty-two years old, sitting on the rocky beach of a lake somewhere in the forests of upstate New York. Light, gentle fog hangs in the air around you, and the only sound is the tap-tap-tap of Luke skipping rocks across the water.
Come dawn, the world will burn. The gods will be dethroned. Every demigod will either be free, or dead.
But now, at midnight, you are twenty-three and Luke turns to you. He's holding a small, squashed cupcake in one hand. "Happy birthday," he says, "to my right-hand man." He pauses. "Woman. Right-hand woman."
He holds the pastry out to you and smiles, but something behind his eyes is empty. Hollow. He hadn't been sleeping recently. As much as he tried to hide it, he couldn't stop you from seeing when he came to you every morning for a cup of coffee and to debrief for the day.
Perks of being the revolution leader's best friend, you think. His right-hand woman.
Luke's eyes flick from the cake to your face. "Do you like it?" He asks, and for a split second, you swear there's a note of hope in his voice. "I wanted to do something, y'know," he says. "Twenty-three is huge. It's a monumental age."
You nod, but stay quiet.
He pauses for a second. "You remember how you always said you wished you never had a birthday?"
When you were twelve, nearly thirteen, your mother drove you across the country to go to summer camp.
"It'll be like a road trip," she said, tossing your duffel bag into the back seat of her battered car. "And then, hey, you'll only stay at camp until the end of August, and then you can come back and go to school. See all your friends again." She squeezed your shoulder and pushed the car door closed. "How about that?"
"Sure," you said. "Super fun."
And it was; you were actually kind of excited. You'd never been to New York. It seemed a million universes away.
And it was your birthday tomorrow. Maybe this was a gift, something that your mother had put together to make up for the years of being too tired and too drunk to make a cake, or get presents, or anything.
Your mother put her hands on her hips and sighed. "You know how I feel about the attitude, yeah? Let's not do this today."
"I wasn't even trying to—" You cut off as your mother glared at you, her face tense. You knew that look: the biting-the-inside-of-her-cheek, trying-to-be-understanding, trying-to-be-a-good-mom-despite-it-all look.
You hated that look.
"Just..." She sighed. "Just get in the damn car, [Y/N]."
You did, fighting back the tears building in the corners of your eyes, and the slam of the car door closing was as loud as thunder.
Twenty silent minutes of city streets and highway merge ramps and cold, empty stretches of asphalt and concrete passed before either of you spoke.
"Mom," you said, thirty-three seconds into minute twenty-one, "I'm sorry for talking back earlier." Your voice was quiet, shaking, cupped in your throat like a scared animal.
She didn't answer, keeping her eyes fixed on the road.
"I don't like being like this, Mom," you said, looking over at her. The silhouette of her through the driver's side window, backlit by the streetlights, was shapeless. Impassive. "I don't like doing this with you all the time."
She scoffed.
You pulled your legs to your chest, tucking your head between your knees, and tried to find sleep.
You weren't sure how long you slept, but you woke up to the sound of music playing softly over the speakers. Exit signs whizzed past you at what felt like breakneck speed. You wondered, briefly, if you would break your neck if you jumped out of the car right now.
Ultimately you decided against it. You didn't want your mother's last words to you to be, get in the damn car.
That would make her feel guilty, you thought, and that guilt would make her hate me even more.
"I don't wanna fight," you tried instead, picking at a loose thread in the cuff of your jacket sleeve. "Mom, I'm sorry, okay? I don't want us to be mad at each other anymore," you said. A sob caught in your throat, heavy and wet and choking.
Your mother sighed and reached one hand from the wheel to tuck your hair behind your ear. "I know you don't, sweetie," she said. "I don't want to be mad at you either."
"Then why do you do it," you asked.
When she turned to look at you, her eyes were wet. She smiled, or tried to. "Sometimes, certain people just…can't help but fight," she said. "It's just part of who we are, I think."
"Did you fight with Dad?"
Your mother inhaled, quick and sharp through her nose, as she flicked the turn signal to right and guided the car down the exit ramp from the highway, her eyes locked ahead. "Yes," she said. "Sometimes. Sometimes I think that's where we get it."
You swallowed. "Do you ever miss him?"
She doesn't peel her gaze away from the road. "Every day."
The two of you made your way through bustling streets and across too many bridges to count. You thought you fell asleep again, for a minute or maybe a year. Maybe it was all a dream.
"Mom," you asked as she turned onto a worn dirt road, the sunrise barely stretching over the horizon, "why are you bringing me here?"
She didn't answer for a moment. Two moments, then three. Through the leaves, you saw one tree standing impossibly tall. A pine tree.
Your mother parked the car and turned to you. "Because I don't know what to do with you, [Y/N]," she said. "I don't know how I can keep you," she paused, "safe. How I could do this, on my own, in any normal way."
She got out of the car and grabbed your bag, shoving it against your chest. "Camp is just up that hill there," she said, gesturing in the direction of the large tree you'd seen earlier. "They’ve got people up there waiting for you."
"Mom," you said. "Wait, I—I wanted to talk to you—"
She shook her head. "I can't come with you, sweetie." She smiled, the curve of her mouth falling just short of her eyes. "You just remember that I love you, okay?"
At that moment, you knew: she was going to leave you here.
“No,” you said, tears rolling down your face. “No, no—Mom. Mom, please.”
“Before you go,” she said, her voice tight and sharp, “I wanted to give you this.” She reached into the back seat and pulled out a jacket, worn leather with patched elbows. “It was mine in college,” she explained, not meeting your eyes. Like she was reading from a play or book, and you were the unfortunate audience. “I figure, it doesn’t fit me anymore.”
She pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Happy birthday, baby.”
It was the first time you had ever felt like your mother loved you. You knew she liked you, sometimes. But you were never quite sure if she loved you until that moment.
And then she got back into the car with one final, teary nod.
And you never saw her again.
“Yeah,” you tell Luke, shrugging. “I think I’ve got a pretty good reason, though.” Your lips curve into a smile.
He laughs and tilts his head. It’s a habit of his; he’ll say something and twist his neck just a fraction, narrow his eyes. A nervous tic that not even years of training and fighting and killing could stamp out.
You used to think about kissing his neck when he did it, but now you’re not sure whether you would know the difference between kissing and ripping his throat out.
“True,” Luke concedes. You laugh, too, unrestrained and loud. “Gods, your sense of humor is dark.”
“You laughed first,” you remind him. He grins.
The cupcake he offers you, despite its lumps and smears of frosting, is pretty good. You split it apart with careful fingers and hand half of it back to him.
“You’re celebrating with me,” you laugh, “so you get half. That’s the rule.”
Luke simply smiles at you and takes the crumbling cake from your hand. “Whatever you say.”
You roll your eyes, grinning back. “Damn right.”
Luke’s laugh rings out again, sharp and bright against the night sky. Firelight flickers across his face, painting him in brilliant streaks of orange and gold.
“After tomorrow,” Luke murmurs, pulling his knees up to his chest, “we can do this whenever we want.” The wind ruffles his hair almost fondly, floppy brown curls stirring and settling back against his skull.
You raise an eyebrow. “This?”
He gestures in a wide arc. “Be here, like this. Just be people, instead of demigods or heroes or revolutionaries.” Luke’s voice picks up, conviction surging into his words. “I mean, seriously—when was the last time you thought you would ever have a normal life?”
You’d never understood the demigods who joined Luke’s cause without knowing him. The plan itself seemed crazy—the only way anyone would follow it was if they knew their leader could pull it off.
You have to know Luke to know he was capable of that, you think.
Until now. Now, you see what you think everyone else sees—a real leader, a revolutionary. A force for change with a silver tongue.
He makes it all seem so possible. You almost think he might pull it off.
Luke looks over to you. “We’re going to change everything,” he says.
Almost.
“We’re going to change the rules,” Luke said, spreading the map over an empty cot in his cabin. “If we want to win, we need to be thinking six steps ahead of the enemy.”
A few of the campers huddled around the makeshift table shuffled and coughed awkwardly.
“Every strategy’s been done before,” a tall girl with bubblegum-pink hair and an eyebrow piercing shouted from the back of the group. “How are we going to out-war the god of war’s kids?”
Murmurs rushed around the table, soft and susurrant. There’s no way we’re going anywhere here. We’ve gotten our asses beat six weeks in a row. What are we even doing?
Luke smiled. “Ares is the god of war,” he said, “not strategy.” He slung his arm around one of the campers next to him and inclined his head in the direction of the map.
Quietly, almost too quiet for you to hear, he murmured into the girl’s ear. “Don’t doubt yourself, Bethy,” he whispered.
You learned three things in the ten minutes that she spent explaining your team’s new strategy—
—one, your team was going to kick some major ass—
—two, your strategist’s name was Annabeth Chase, and she was the smartest eight-year-old you have ever met—
—and three, Luke was right.
Annabeth’s plan took the rules of Capture the Flag and threw them out the window. She split the team into four subgroups, each with a delegated leader. Luke nodded along as she talked, marking the map with a stubby pencil.
When Annabeth’s eyes, dark and piercing, searched the crowd and landed on you, you felt your heart stop.
“You,” she said, “are you good with a sword?”
You raised your eyebrow, pointing to yourself—just to confirm this genius child was speaking to you—and Annabeth nodded.
“I guess?” You said, shrugging. “I know some basic stuff, and I’m good at disarming.”
Annabeth’s face broke into a smile. “Work with Luke on the first wave of offense.” She gestured to the map. “You two will take points B and B-one,” she explained. “My group will take the A-points. You wait for our signal to move in.”
You met Luke’s eyes across the table. Hey, you mouthed.
His eyes flicked up and down your form. Hey, he mouthed back. You ready to win?
You smiled and nodded.
Good, Luke said, all teeth. Let’s go.
He stood and grabbed his helmet. You did the same.
“I’m [Y/N],” you said as you followed Luke through the forest. “We, uh—we met when I first got here, like, a year ago.” I was sobbing my eyes out because my mother abandoned me, you didn’t add. It was kind of pathetic. I think I threw up from crying so hard.
You suddenly hoped Luke didn’t remember meeting you, actually. That would be less embarrassing.
He turned and caught your eye. “You live in the same cabin as me. ‘Course I know you.”
Of course he remembers.
You laughed, flushing red. “Oh. Yeah. Of course.”
The silence was so thick, you could have cut it with the sleek bronze of your sword.
In the end, it was Luke who broke the silence. “You wanna play a game while we wait out here?”
You shrugged. “Sure,” you said.
“Twenty questions,” Luke replied. “So we can learn enough about each other to actually work together.” He smiled. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Low-hanging fruit,” you said, your voice just barely taking on a teasing tone. “It’s green.”
Luke laughed, loud and full and bright. “Apologies,” he said; mirth crept into his words, staining everything with a tinge of that laughter. “I’ll go for the more gut-wrenching, intimate questions next time.”
You flushed red again. Intimate questions. What the hell does he mean by that?
“My turn,” you said instead. “What do you want to be when you get older?”
“We’ll be heroes,” Luke whispers. “Real heroes. Not figureheads propped up by the gods.”
You wish you could believe him. He’s lying on the beach next to you, his head resting in the junction between your shoulder and your neck. Over the treetops, the stars are beginning to fade from the sky.
It’s almost time.
Your throat feels like someone has sanded it down to expose your vocal cords. This is a bad idea, you want to say. We shouldn’t do this. Tell me we can still not do this.
“Wanna play twenty questions?” You say, crackling and hoarse.
Luke turns to look at you. “Yeah,” he murmurs.
“My turn first,” you whisper. Luke nods.
You take a deep breath, in and out. “Are we going to die doing this?”
Luke inhales sharply. “Maybe,” he says. Slowly. Deliberately. “But we’ll do everything we can to make sure we don’t.”
“I got another question,” you say. Luke raises an eyebrow. His knuckles brush yours as you sit up.
“Are you scared?”
It’s your birthday.
You think you’re going to die.
Luke is kneeling over you, the palm of his hand pressed against the wet opening in your stomach where someone had caught you with a spear. The shaft of it is still sticking out of you, you think. You’re afraid to look down, afraid to see it.
“No,” Luke gasps, “no, no, no.”
You watch as the gold fades from his eye, leaving behind the honey-dark brown you remember. His hands are slick with blood—most of it’s probably yours, it has to be yours. You’re bleeding out, after all.
You tug on Luke’s sleeve weakly. “Hey,” you breathe. “Luke. It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”
“No,” he says. “You’re—you’re hurt.”
“I know,” you rasp. “I know it hurts. I’m the one—”
You break off as a cough sticks in your throat. It feels wet. Oily. Desperate to get out. You taste the blood in the back of your throat before you can even take another breath.
“—I’m the one who’s feeling it,” you finish, your voice tilting up at the end. A joke. Gods, your sense of humor is dark.
Luke laughs weakly. “Don’t talk,” he says. “You’re gonna be just fine, [Y/N], just fine.”
He meets your eyes. You see him realize it in slow motion.
Tell him. Tell him now. He’s never going to know otherwise—he could die any minute—
“Luke,” you murmur. “Luke, did you know I loved you?”
He freezes. “What?”
You cough again. Blood spills over your lips. “I loved you,” you repeat. “Since we were campers. Had the…the biggest, stupidest crush on you.”
Luke shakes his head. “No, no,” he says. “You—”
“You’re my best friend,” you continue. “Whatever feelings were there, you’re my best friend.”
Luke’s palm against your stomach is warm. It feels safe. It feels like sleeping side-by-side in the cabin, like shared meals and shared secrets.
“Why are you telling me this?” Luke says, “why are you—why?”
You blink, just once, but it takes everything you have to open your eyes again after closing them. “Because I’m going to die,” you whisper. “And even if—even though I moved on, I wanted you to…to know.”
Luke bows over your body, pressing his forehead to yours. Tears slip from his cheeks and fall onto yours, driving little rivers through the blood smeared there.
He’s crying. Why is he—
“You idiot,” Luke says brokenly. “I loved you too. I loved you too.” He cradles your head in his lap, brushing your hair away from your face. “[Y/N], I’m so sorry.”
Your eyes slip shut.
I loved you too, Luke’s voice echoes. I loved you too.
#— ash's writing#pjo x reader#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan#luke castellan x you#reader insert#y/n#pjo imagine#ok now we get into the warning tags#graphic depictions of injury#major character death#major character injury#reader death#alcohol mention#doomed by the narrative#genuinely im so sorry i really ran wild with this one good god#luke castellan imagine#luke castellan fanfic#— ash’s answering!
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Parents Love
Jake Sully x Daughter Reader x Neytiri
Summary: based off this post
Warning: reader held hostage, reader death
Yn pov
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart as I stared up at Quaritch. He had a knife to my throat that was slightly pressured almost slicing into my skin.
but all I could think about was how much trouble I was in and how worried my parents must be.
I had always known that my family was different from the rest of the Na'vi i mean my father in toruk makto he has many allies and enemies.
My parents, Jake Sully and Neytiri, were powerful warriors who had fought and won battles for the good of our people.
But I never imagined that I would find myself in the middle of a war too.
Quaritch was holding me hostage, and my parents were outside, trying to find a way to save me.
I could see the fury in dads's eyes as he stared back at Quaritch, ready to fight for me.
"You hurt a single hair on her body," he said, his voice low and menacing.
"I will personally take much pleasure in torturing you till your last breathe."
Quaritch laughed, pressing the knife closer to my throat, I could feel the sharp edge digging into my skin, and I knew that one wrong move could mean the end of me.
But my parents didn't back down. They stood their ground, ready to protect their family at all costs.
They were ready to face Quaritch head-on. The ground shook beneath us as my parents fought with all their might, determined to save me from Quaritch's grip.
In the end, it was my mother who managed to get the upper hand. She lunged towards Quaritch, her movements swift and powerful.
The knife flew out of his hand as he stumbled back but not without him slicing a bit deeper into my neck.
I fell into my parents' arms, tears streaming down my face as I clung onto them tightly.
It was over now but it was all starting come to an end "ma yn" mom screamed putting her hands on my neck to keep the wound pressured.
"M-mom" I whimpered trying to push her away "no no stay with me kid" dad murmured and heaved me onto his shoulder making me cry out in pain.
"You have to stay with me" he yelled running to his ikran to get home to mo'at "oh eywa please" mom screamed pleading and begging for eywa not to take me.
"D-dad" I whined as little black dotes started to fill my vision it was coming to an end "y-yes my b-baby" for the first time ever I saw a tear run down my father's cheek.
"d-dont cry" I whispered weakly dragging my hand to his face wiping it away "I-I'll be o-ok" and with that I glanced at my parents one last time before taking my final breath.
'I am with eywa'.
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SO UHHHHH- Beware the darker themes ahead. I know people were probably expecting more smut from me, but I find it hard to write smut for the Aeons??? Who even knows how that would actually work-
Anyways sorry for the lack of smut. OTL
I will feed y’all some good Geppie smut later!
GN reader
CW: mentions of death, permanent maiming, breaking bones, sadistic and obsessive tendencies, loss of self
Lemme know if I missed anything. T-T
I didn’t really get into it as much as I could have, so I don’t think it’s too bad. But still read that CW, please-
When it comes to the Aeons, I refuse to believe that they understand human conventions, morals, or ways of love. I think that with them, it's very easy for them to be a yandere??? Sorta?
Once they are interested in you, they won't immediately take you. They'll likely observe you, being interested in figuring out what it is that had them interested in you in the first place.
But slowly they become more convinced that you are someone they want to keep by their side.
Once they've decided that you should stay by their side, they'd likely kidnap you???
And I feel like as an Aeon who doesn't empathize with human emotions just has to keep you because you make them feel something truly novel- Is this that "love" that they always heard those humans talk about? That thing that they strive for yet the Aeons couldn't possibly hope to understand? So no matter how far you try to run, they'll find you.
Yaoshi
With this particular Aeon, I can see their love being one that is harmful for humans no matter how sweetly they put it.
They don't understand why you don't want the protection of their path and the blessing of everlasting life they can give you. :((
At some point, they'll likely give you the curse of mara, turning you into something you aren't. It's all because they love you and can't bear to see your mortal form crumble to nothing over the years and your life come to an end. They just couldn't accept that. So one day they tell you sweetly to close your eyes because they have a gift for you. One that you can keep... forever.
They understands that it will hurt. Yes. They understand that you'll lose your humanity and really your sense of being- But that's okay! They can take care of you. They'll never let you feel pain or suffering after this moment. You'll just have to take this moment of pain to have an eternity with them. Okay? :))
Honestly I can't really see why any of the Aeons would keep a human or other mortal around when what they pursue is something that mortal minds cannot truly fathom. Like with Nanook....
Nanook
(Disclaimer: what I said with Yaoshi? Y e a h - THIS ONE IS DEFINITELY HARMFUL TO HUMANS AND IT’S NOT EVEN PUT IN A SWEET WAY LIKE WITH YAOSHI.)
They are literally seeking the destruction of all things. Those who follow the Path of Destruction even sacrifice their own health and bodies in order to gain power in battle. The Path of the Destruction is one that seeks the end of all things. But maybe there's a slim chance that despite seeking to destroy all creation, they would find you oddly charming. A cute little thing that they cannot seem to take their eyes away from. Somehow, to them, you are just as beautiful as the fiery destruction they seek to bring to the universe.
Obsessively watching you and doing whatever they please to you. Keeping you close at all times, trapped in their embrace as though their hands were a living cage. Again- No matter where you run, no matter where you hide… they’ll find you. Their love is also Very Harmful to Humans TM. Holds you far too tight without really realizing it. But if you try to pry their large fingers off or you squirm too much… they only squeeze harder. To the point that you feel your skin bruising, flesh becoming sore and your very bones creaking. If you actually manage to get away from them somehow, I’m not sure what will happen to you. Not to mention the fact that it will be very VERY hard to run once you’ve escaped. Aeons can probably traverse the universe at speeds unfathomable. And their piercing gazes leave no stone unturned. How could you hope to hide from such all-seeing eyes? How can you hide from an Aeon? Once they’ve caught you again… you probably aren’t getting away. They may break you a bit. Juuust a but. Enough to discourage a second escape attempt- And maybe even enough to make that second attempt impossible. You don’t really need to walk if they’re always holding you, right? Maybe if they… break your legs? Careful you don’t anger them any more than that- Paralysis from the waist down is also a dangerous, but possible option. You may be broken after that, but they’re the Aeon of Destruction. You’ll be beautiful to them even broken. :))
At some point, if this was you second attempt and you’re somehow able to get away without them breaking your legs- Or hell maybe they did but you are just stubborn enough to devise a way to run away again (though likely not on those twisted legs of yours). Point is- If this is not your first attempt at escape, it’s likely that word of what happened the first time has spread. I doubt there’d be a planet in the galaxy willing to harbor you when Nanook could easily raze their cities to the ground and destroy the very planet they live on.
Nanook is the Most Dangerous of the Aeons to catch the attention of. Because I think with them, the most realistic thing would be that you are always one wrong step away from becoming a beautifully broken thing. The grand and beautiful destruction this Aeon sought. For what greater love is there than making you an example of their reason for being, right? Right? :)))
Or maybe it’s because they cannot be bothered with you if you become too much of a hassle even if they fancy you. I’m not really sure how Aeons really work, soooo…. I’d honestly be careful around this one… Even though I’m sure most would be considering their intimidating stature and nature.
Lan
I wonder if Lan would find it fun to let you think you’d escaped them only to hunt you down. I mean. They are the Aeon of the Hunt. Yes that means more than just that, but. I can see it. Some sort of sadistic glee they have in the fear in your eyes, the pounding in your heart, and the panicked breaths you take when realizing they’ve found you again. But they’d never hurt you! No, no, no- They certainly wouldn’t… Right?
IX
I don’t think there’d be any getting away from the Aeon of Nihility. 💀
I mean- Considering what happened in the Simulated Universe when meeting IX, I think you know why. I don’t know too much about them and no longer have many spoons for this so ye.
Maybe will write more about the Aeons later.
Sorry for any wack writing and typos it’s ass o’clock and it’s time for my eepy ass to go mimimimimimi- Might fix it eventually if I catch it.
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Scumtober- Day 21 (Exsanguination)
Arthur Morgan x Reader Drabble
As you lay on the floor, blood seeping through your clothes, you couldn't help but think about how this all went to shit.
The job was supposed to go smoothly, but here you were, wounded and dying. O'Driscolls had caught you both by surprise when you entered the seemingly empty house. There was a scuffle as you and Arthur took them out; however, one of them managed to get in a shot before Arthur could blow their brains out.
You had taken a bullet straight to the lung; it was fatal. The pain was excruciating, and you could feel yourself slipping away slowly.
Arthur sat next to you, pressing his hands against the bullet hole in your chest, trying to stop the bleeding. His face was contorted to a mix of rage and agony as he begged, "Oh god, please don't die."
You struggled to speak through the pain, managing only a weak whisper, "Ar...th..."
Looking at you helplessly, Arthur cried out, "No! Don't say anything, dammit!" He grabbed your hand tightly, squeezing it hard enough to hurt even through the numbness.
As Arthur attempted to drag you to his horse, he realized the futility of the situation. With every movement, you let out a cry of pain and spat out blood. It dawned on him that he was causing more harm than good by attempting to move you like this. In despair, he released his grip and crouched back down beside you. He cradles your body in his arms as he looks defeated.
As you started to cough out blood once again, you whispered faintly, "I never expected to die in a home... or comfortably...".
"You won't die," Arthur growled through gritted teeth, his voice laced with desperation. "Just hang on...for me".
Whether you heard him or chose to ignore him, he'll never know. All he knew is that you seemed to not be in any pain at that point.
"But dying like this... isn't so bad." You finished hoarsely, leaning your head against his shoulder for comfort.
"Don't talk like that," Arthur pleaded, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. He pulled you closer, holding you with trembling hands. "Please, just stay alive."
You reached up to touch his face, smearing blood across his skin. He holds your hand to his face as he presses against it and closes his eyes.
After a while of silence, Arthur opens his eyes to find you with a expression of serenity.
As you gaze up at the sky, taking in each breath as if it might be your last, Arthur breaks down completely. He holds you closer, and you can feel his heart pounding wildly against yours. The warmth of his body provides some small comfort amidst the cold that settling into yours.
"I love you. Never doubt that, yeah?" Arthur said through heavy sobs, holding you close.
"love you....too," you managed to choke out, feeling your breath growing shallower by the minute.
Arthur leaned down and kissed your forehead tenderly, tears rolling off his nose onto your skin.
"Promise me something," he whispered. "If there's a heaven, wait for me there, alright? I'll find ya somehow."
With great effort, you nodded, closing your eyes as you began to feel sleepy. You closed your eyes for the last time, letting the darkness claim you.
The last thing you hear is wails of agony as Arthur clings to your cold body.
Scumtober 2023 Masterlist
#rdr2 x reader#rdr2#arthur morgan#arthur morgan x reader#arthur morgan x you#gn!reader#gn reader#whumptober#whumptober 2023#reader death#reader dies#red dead redemption 2#angst#no happy ending#scumtober 2023#scumtober
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Mistake
Shinichiro Sano x Fem!Reader
TW : Blood, Reader Death, Canon Divergence.
This is my own original idea and the characters of TR do not belong to me but Ken Wakui. Do not steal :/
Genre : Fluff to Angst.
It was only a mistake....
09:42 P.M. was the time when it took place...
All it took was one regrettable action and a pair of Bolt Cutters...
It never meant to happen...
...
9:18 P.M.
"Shini~" You lovingly called out to your fiancé, elongating the last syllable.
"Yes darling?" Shinichiro replied chuckling oh so handsomely for someone who got rejected 20 times.
"When are you going to finish?" You whined wanting to just cuddle with your Shinichiro
"Just a minute more dear." Shinichiro replied lovingly and patiently.
You sigh purposefully to make him feel bad which actually does the job of getting Shinichiro to get the fixing wrapped up.
He sauntered over to you his usual boyish charming smile that made your knees weak. That was your first reason to fall for the older Sano in the first place afterall. After all the unsuccessful times of getting a girlfriend he finally found you...
His Diamond.
His one and only one.
Until the action took place unfortunately...
You both were now in the garage lobby room frolicking around.
"Hey Shini..?" You broke the silence first
"Hm..yes darling?" Shinichiro's deep voice replied to you.
"I can't wait to get married to you...can you believe that its in in one week?!" you exclaimed Excitedly.
Shinichiro chuckled at your excited tone and his deep obsidian eyes followed your every happy moment as you danced about adorably.
He strided towards you and gathered you into his arms holding you lovingly and firmly having no intentions to ever let go as he peered down at you with nothing but fondness and extreme devotion towards you ...his fiancée
"Me too darling...me too...I'm just waiting just so I can call you my wifey."
"You know? I'm still waiting for Mikey's,Emma's and Izana's reaction when I'm officially their Nee-San."
You sigh happily to which Shinichiro looks down at you with heart in his eyes and his heart swelling twice for the love you had for his dear siblings.
"And you know that you have the freedom to call me 'wifey' even now right?" You retorted in a playful sassy tone.
"Can't blame a man for having his goals right?" His eyes turned dark with desire as he held your bronze gaze locked in a heated manner.
You chuckle in amusement and slap his chest playfully making him give you a wide lopsided grin of his and leaned in to claim your soft and supple lips.
CLATTER!
Both of you freeze and maintain eye contact and suddenly fall quiet you clutching onto him scared and he reciprocates by holding you fiercely to his chest wanting to protect you.
"What was that?" You spoke quietly in a perturbed tone.
"I think some bastard broke in the garage ....stay here darling ...can't risk you getting hurt alright? I'll be back in no time I love you." Shinichiro kissed your temple tenderly before moving towards the garage with extreme caution.
"Be safe honey.."
"I will baby, dont worry."
Before an hour.
"Hey Kazutora. Where are we going?"
"Well, Mikey's birthday's coming up, right? we're gonna give him a present!"
"A present like what?"
"A CB250T, just come on."
Outside S.S MOTORS.
"This is the place."
"Here?"
"This bike shop."
"A CB250T..."
"Let's steal it ♡."
"What?! We can't just steal it!"
"We can't?"
"There's no way Mikey would be happy...if we got one that way."
"You dumbass. He doesn't need to know the details. The only way middle schoolers like us can get one is if someone older gives one to us, or we steal one."
"..."
Inside the Restaurant.
"What're you freaking out for? I sure the tank's not empty. Easy peasy."
"...You dumbass. That's not the problem here I'm telling you, stealing is bad."
"You wanna see Mikey happy, don't you?~ This is the bike he's always dreamed of."
"Yeah, but..."
"Come on don't back out now~"
"...Fine..."
Current Time 9:27.
"Kazutora..."
"You always complain..But here you are, right by my side again. Let's go."
"Seriously? It opened.."
"Whoa, no security alarms or anything? Sweet ♡. What're you doing, Baji?"
"Are we really gonna do this, Kazutora."
"Keep it down."
"There's no turning back, dude. Are we really gonna do this,Kazutora?"
"just shut up. is it this way?"
...
"Look, Baji. It's the CB250T!".
"It's so awesome."
"Wait this thing isn't new."
"Yeah, its here for maintainance..It's a total custom job. Look at those thick wheels. This bike... I'm sure Mikey would look super badass on it."
"All right, let me see it. Damn it...It's not breaking off easy."
"Hurry up."
"It's so hard!...I got it!"
"All right! Let's roll it out. Yes! It's got gas in the tank. it'll start.
"It's too soon for that. I'm gonna go outside and open the shutters."
"R-Right. Got it."
This might actually work, Kazutora.
"Yeah. I can just see Mikey's beaming face now."
"Yeah. You're gonna have the best birthday ever, Mikey!"
Currently.
"Hey!...the hell? we gettin' robbed? whose shop you think you're breakin' into, huh?"
"Shit! He's got a weapon! What do we do?!"
"you little bastards ...you're not gonna get away!"
"What do we do?! He totally saw my face! Even if we make it out of here, we'll be arrested! What should we do?!"
"Hey...you look familiar."
"Huh?!"
"Is that you, Keisuke?"
"Shi...Shinichiro-kun? Why...What are you doing here?"
"What? Well, this is my shop."
"It's your..."
Meanwhile with you.
You were worried sick thinking why hadn't Shinichiro returned yet?
So you decided that you will go to him instead.
You went to the garage and saw Shinichiro talking to little Keisuke.
Keisuke's breath hitched and started trembling as he saw you...
...
His older sister ...
Y/N Baji...
"Hmm...What ....Kei....is that you....?.."You spoke unsure, squinting your eyes in the dark to see better.
"Honey?"
"Nee-san?..."
What You and Shinichiro did not see was Kazutora sneaking up on Shinichiro with a pair of bolt cutters...
Keisuke noticed and his eyes widened as he tried to stop his best buddy Kazutora.
"Kazutora, don't!" Baji had his eyes widened to the point of just dots.
Crack!
Just as Shinichiro was about to get hit you stepped in between Shinichiro and took the hard brunt force to your head before falling down harshly.
Thud!
"Let's get the hell outta here, Baji!"
Baji left the bike which fell to the floor and ran towards the couple.
"Nee-San..Nee-San! What the hell did you do Kazutora?!"
"What was I supposed to do?! He saw us but she came in between!"
"Baby...my darling...hey ...wake up!" Shinichiro fell to his knees and scampered to your body cradling it.
"Nee-San?..." Kazutora smiled confused
"She...she...she's my older sister!" Baji replied with an anguished tone, his teary eyes not leaving your face.
Kazutora dropped the bolt cutters and started trembling as he took in your appearance, bleeding furiously from the forehead.
Meanwhile Shinichiro was in another distress.
"Hey...Y/N ...hey wifey ...get up please get up." He uttered loudly as he cradled your cold, limp body rocking you back and forth to ease his anxiety and shaking.
and Keisuke was...
"Nee-San I'm sorry...I'm sorry Nee-San please wake up." Keisuke sobbed violently as he fell to his knees and tried to crawl towards Shinichiro and you.
"Why..why is he crying?" Kazutora had a shaky grin as he pointed towards the broken man.
"Y/N Nee-San is.....is Shinichiro-kun's Fiancée!"
the following words make Kazutora's trembling worse.
"...Fiancée..."
"What are you standing there for?! Call the ambulance!!" Keisuke barked at Kazutora in distress.
Still Kazutora could not move as he was having a panic attack.
Shinichiro fell awfully quiet has he looked down at you. his obsidian eyes now dull and diminished ..your face peaceful ..had it not been the blood running down your temple he would have thought that you were sleeping peacefully without any care in the world.
Suddenly Shinichiro wailed in anguish clutching you closer to his chest and possibly heart...
hearing such a wail, both Baji and Kazutora froze in their places their eyes darting to the couple.
One had revenge on his mind.
One was In a state absolute anguish and distress mourning for his beloved.
and
One was sobbing incoherently apologizing without his cause.
...
oh right ....it was 9:42 P.M.
The sound of the ambulance and police sirens came came from a distance but neither of them both tried to move.
as one was shaking in his boots claiming that
it's all Mikey's fault...
and
the other one having his bronze hued eyes stuck to couple more precisely the black haired woman that laid perfectly still in Mikey's older brother's arms as he cried to no one, his voice raspy as he quietly begged for you to get up.
Keisuke thinking that how will he face his own mother now?
Ryoko Baji. The mother of two, her eldest daughter
Y/N Baji and youngest son Keisuke Baji.
Well now deceased daughter....
the police soon came into the vicinity with the paramedics trying to pry your body from the black haired man's grip as the he tried his best to keep you with himself helplessly.
Meanwhile the police arrested both the kids and had them escorted outwards.
Kazutora kept uttering only one thing ...
"It's all Mikey's fault.."
and Baji was somber, dead within beautiful bronze eyes dulled with now his beloved Nee-San gone.
as they were both getting escorted towards the police car Mikey came to the crime scene looking clueless and as he met Baji's eyes.
"Baji! What's wrong... What's happening?" Mikey who had just arrived to the crime scene completely clueless asked Baji innocently with a frantic tone.
Baji could only tearfully apologize with a heavy anguished voice
"Mikey ...I'm sorry."
Mikey darted his eyes behind Baji and saw paramedics carrying your bloodied corpse on a stretcher and his beloved aniki Shinichiro begging them not to take you away from him and he clutched onto your pale limp hand for dear life.
Mikey understood what had happened... What took place while he was at home...
But for Baji
...
Well what was he apologizing for?
...
For that one Mistake that never intended to happen.
Not to you at least...
#fem reader#angst#angst no comfort#reader death#shinichiro sano#tokrev shinichiro#tr shinichiro#tokyo revengers#tokyo rev x y/n#tokyo rev x reader#tokyo rev x you#shinichiro x reader#shinichiro x you#tw death#oneshot
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I feel like if you want to escape the house of lamentation, you have to be REAL careful what method you use.
If you make Leviathan or Asmodeus bored of you— not hate! Just bored, and make them realize they would get more of a reaction from someone else, spending time to show them some prime examples of partners while also showing that when you do try you just can’t compete, and they’re ultimately putting too much effort into a relationship that even if you agree to, you just aren’t going to give them enough… If you bore them, you’ll walk away scot free.
However, boring them won’t work with everyone. Some of them you have to make hate you. Lucifer for example would be able to find contentment in a less than glamorous life with you. So, you need to do your best to just be horrible for his image. Every intimate act is public and you gush over him, lowering your self worth and by extension: his. He can’t be associated with someone who embarrasses him so often when he tries to be nice, in his roundabout way. And you shouldn’t be telling everyone his business!
Mammon is a bit trickier, because he’s got such a tolerance for being bullied, and for cringe, so you can’t embarrass him. But you can nag him on his faults constantly, throw away parts of his hoard with the reasoning that it’s “unsanitary” and trying to “tidy up” his room. Always rat him out to debt collectors, demand he throw away the biohazard’s in his room, discreetly deep clean his car and throw out any trash you find. Don’t be cruel to him, it’ll only make him cling harder despite being unhappy. But make it known that if you are in his space, his things aren’t safe. And he’ll slowly pull away, years at a time. Try to remain friends, knowing full well you won’t be. He’ll find it too weird, given his previous obsession and possessive tendencies to you.
And again: you have to be really, really careful what method you choose. Because if you over or under do it, any of them may just become worse.
For example, it’s best to make Beel feel like you can protect yourself for the most part, and he only needs to step in occasionally. Don’t feed into his delusions, but don’t deny them outright. Let him feel like the best way to help you is to be distant. Because if Beelzebub feels disillusioned with you, you’re not going to have a more obsessed demon.
Beel, if throughly annoyed and no longer enamoured with you, will stop seeing you as this whimsical and cunning human, and will begin to just see you as human. You’re about as special as any other human, about as in need of protection. But that doesn’t change your species. Did those other humans have interests, hobbies, ideology, friends, family, a vision for their life? Maybe. But that never stopped him before.
You were kept alive, like one might keep a pet pig or chicken. And though you can put a ribbon on it, it is what it is in the end. And since you’ve outlived your purpose as anything else: Beelzebub is going to eat you.
#yandere obey me nightbringer#yandere obey me#yandere obey me shall we date#yandere lucifer morningstar#yandere lucifer#yandere mammon#yandere levi#yandere leviathan#yandere asmo#yandere asmodeus#yandere beel#yandere beelzebub#my writing!#reader death#death tw#cannibalism tw#yandere x reader#yandere obey me x reader
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Widowed Ghost
Ghost goes through the stages of grief... but only 4.
tags: hurt/virtually no comfort, throwing up, implied ghost didnt eat, or sleep, or take care of himself, 5 stages of grief, reader died, (first time) angst teehee
a/n: writing this made me feel better teehee. anywho, i love reader deaths (love u readers ♡)
widowed Ghost who cannot bring himself to cry when he hears the news. allowed to see you, or at least the hollow husk of you, he’ll glance at the mangled burned body that was once yours with a thousand thoughts yet no words to say. he’ll turn away, unable to face the reality.
for the week leading to your funeral, Ghost cannot, and perhaps purposely does not, process your death. he goes on with life as he usually would. but there are a few moments where he'll call out your name, intending to show you something, talk to you, or just because he wanted your attention. and those moments kill him inside. the silence, the lack of a response, the lack of you, kills him. for a few seconds to minutes at a time, he faces the reality that you're gone. for better or worse, his mind quickly convinces him you're simply busy. and he'll foolheartedly believe it.
Ghost is silent the day of your funeral. he's forced to face the reality that you are gone; not just for a few seconds or moments at a time, but indefinitely. pitiful glances from empathetic faces and softly muttered 'I'm sorry's feel suffocating. he can't- doesn't want to believe it. you, in that god awful box? it can't be true. as cruel as it would be, he wishes this was all some sick joke.
blurred memories of being driven home, walking inside his house, and mindlessly walking into your once shared bedroom. and as he sits on the edge of the bed, it hits him. the cold, harsh reality hits him like a truck. you were gone. and there was nothing he could do about it. he hated this feeling. he hated feeling like a helpless little boy at the mercy of his heartless father; unable to do anything.
tears threaten to fall, his eyes burning to hold them back as he chokes on air. he hasn't cried in so long. always feeling like his problems didn't matter enough to cry. the feeling, it's nauseating. he feels like he's going to throw up.
he stumbles over to the bathroom sink because he knows you aren’t fond of cleaning up vomit after he got too drunk once. he never got that drunk again. he throws up the bits of food he forced himself to eat earlier because you were always worried about the lack of food he used eat. he didn’t want to worry you. and he looks at himself, and thinks he looks pathetic. pale, unkept, dirty, and he believes he's so undeserving of you; this is why you left him. that you left this world behind, left him behind, because he wasn’t enough to keep you here.
he’s mad at you for leaving him, and he’s mad at himself for being so.. him. and god, he thinks if anything was different about him, maybe you’d stay. doesn’t matter to him if you had no say in your own death, all that mattered was that you weren’t here now. reason had no place in a man blinded by pure fury. all he could think about was how unfair it was that you left him, and how he wasn’t enough to have you stay. maybe, he thought, if he was better, if he was anything else than the pathetic excuse of a man, maybe then you’d care a little more and be alive.
the blinded rage continues for hours. it began with thoughts of hatred he had towards you, himself, everything, but slowly began getting physical. he was never taught to use his words to express his feelings so they came out in actions. holding back tears he didn’t know he had, he took his rage out on anything that couldn’t fight back. a table flipped over and broken, chairs laid on their sides, everything pushed and shoved over leaving him standing in the empty space he created.
there’s no dreadful feeling like what he felt standing in the middle of the mess he made. he felt like his father; taking his anger out on things that couldn’t fight back. the arguable difference was the things Ghost took his anger out on wasn’t alive, but what difference did that truly make? perhaps if he had a kid, he would be his father’s replica. and he feared such a thought. with a heavy heart, he slowly put everything back where it once was, because you wouldn’t like the place being a pigsty.
he hates himself for this but for moments at a time, he’s convinced that it’s better you’re gone. he’ll never have to hear you nagging him to eat more, clean up after himself, go take a shower, take a break; never again. he’ll never be woken up by your laughs because you stayed awake, watching videos, for him to sleep. he’ll never be interrupted in anything again.
but who was he kidding? he misses it badly.
he misses hearing you tell him to eat more, threatening to force feed him if you caught him eating less. he misses you shoving him into the bathroom and yelling at him to shower because he stunk and you couldn’t stand the fact he just didn’t take care of his hygiene. he misses you forcibly taking him away from his work; the cruddy attempts of kidnapping him away from base and the way he’d begrudgingly play along. he misses you reassuring him that he could sleep, that you’d keep watch. he misses being woken up by your barely audible laughs, and how you frantically apologized for waking him. he misses resting his head on yours while the two of you stayed awake watching anything. he misses having someone who cared enough about him to do all that and more.
he misses you.
#cod mw2#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley#ghost x reader#lieutenant ghost#ghost angst#ghost cod#ghost mw2#character death#reader death#read tags!!#hurt no comfort#5 stages of grief but not really#cheesy likes cod?!#i couldnt bring myself to finish this#maybe someday
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Revenge is so sweet
Wednesday x fem!reader
Warnings: gun, blood, reader death, murder
(If you want a part 2, message below, requests about the plot are welcome!)
The courtyard was in flames, the heat almost burning your skin. Though the gothic outcast beside you didn’t seem too bothered by the intense fire
The downside of being a Normie was that you were.
You had run into the courtyard looking for Enid. The werewolf had always looked after you when you needed her. You wanted to repay the favour. When you had run into the school, ignoring the shouts of the students behind you, you knew that Enid would not be here.
But someone else would
And if you could help the girl you had a crush on, that would give you a better chance of being allowed to buy her coffee.
And within three minutes of arriving, you had plunged a broken sword into Crackstones back. Narrowly missing his heart, but shifting his attention onto you instead of Wednesday who he had been slowly suffocating.
And when Wednesday plunged the tip of the shattered blade into his black heart, you ran to her side as his body exploded, thinking that you would be able to ask her out.
Until you heard the gun click
“Y/n, why would you betray your own kind?”
Laurel hissed as she walked down the steps, gun trained on Wednesday.
“You brought a gun to a sword fight, probably the first smart move you’ve made all day”
But Wednesdays voice began to fade as a loud buzzing filled your ears. You saw Laurels lips moving, her finger tightening slowly around the trigger. You didn’t even have a second to think, before the gun shot echoed around the Quad.
You wrapped your arms tightly around Wednesdays shoulders, crying out as you heard the gun fire. Stumbled into her, her cold hands going to your back, trying to keep you standing
Her fingers slipped into your bullet wound
You fell, Wednesday only just catching you before you hit the floor. Her eyes were filled with shock, her fingers went to you face as she tried to get you to respond to her
But it hurt
You place one of your hands over your stomach, trying to stop the blood flowing from the wound. You didn’t want to die, you wanted to hug Enid, wanted to see your parents smiling faces.
Wanted to buy Wednesday one fucking coffee!
Your chest felt tight, your breathing becoming slowly more difficult. You could feel Wednesdays arm around the back of your shoulders, and suddenly dying didn’t feel quite so bad. Because she was holding you…
“Wednesday.”
You muttered, smiling slightly as you looked at her. Taking in each and every inch of her face. Your free, bloody hand went to her cheek, thumb brushing stray strands of her hair from in front of her eyes.
You hear a loud buzzing and what seems to be Eugene swearing, but you’ve become too weak to move your head to look.
Why would you want to look away from Wednesdays gentle gaze anyway
“That was something,”
You smile, the action making you wince. Wednesday opens her mouth to respond, but she’s cut off by your sudden coughing and distracted by the blood flowing out of your mouth. She hadn’t realised she was holding your hand, adding more pressure to your wound before she felt blood cover her fingers. Your blood, coating her skin.
And this time, it didn’t feel as nice.
“You owe me a coffee.”
You say, your sight slowly becoming darker with each weak breath
“But now, you’ll have to go with Enid.”
“I would rather go with you.”
Wednesday states, her heart aching with the thought of loosing you, knowing that it was going to happen. She could hear the paramedics behind her, feel the hands trying to pry her off you. Before she’s torn away from your side, she hears you mutter
“I knew it.”
Wednesday had never felt more angry, and she knew just who to take it out on. The second the paramedics disappeared with your body on a stretcher, she turned to face the bitch who had killed you.
And she loved the way her skull cracked under her boot more than you would ever imagine.
Because revenge tasted so sweet!
#Wednesday Addams x reader#Wednesday Addams x y/n#jenna ortega#wednesday#reader death#Wednesday fluff#Wednesday sad#Wednesday death
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18+!!!
Tags: Zhongli x reader, non-con, dubious con, vaginal sex, anal sex
( 7/12/23 UPDATE: PART 2 )
Planet Befall
in the midst of all the carnage, there’s only one thing in your mind.
you failed. you failed to protect your country, your home. the fading screams from your fellow countrymen, the iron stench of blood—they’re not quite getting to you yet. all that’s running in your mind is that you failed, you failed, you failed.
you don’t know where your captain is, but with all the dead bodies surrounding you, none of them have a head of hair quite as light as dainsleif, which could mean he’s still out there. there’s a modicum of relief in your chest, but it’s not enough to drown everything else out.
your mind doesn’t quite clear, but finally, finally the smell of blood and rotting bodies is getting to you. if the guilt of your failure to protect khaenri’ah wasn’t enough to sicken you, surely the smell would finish the job.
‘i’m sorry to you guys…i failed as your second in command and the protector of khaenri’ah.” you faintly whisper, you notice that you’re kneeling on the ground. you look at your sword and wonder, ‘would it be worth it to keep going? do i still have a purpose if my country is no more?’
your grip tightens around your sword as you attempt to ground yourself—if you can’t at least do the job you and the rest of the knights were assigned to do, you can at least use whatever remaining strength you have to fight to the bitter end.
you don’t know what happened to the rest of your squad. worst comes to worst, they were annihilated like the rest. you and dainsleif, whose exact whereabouts are currently unknown, are the only ones remaining, and as much as you want to cry, you can’t.
you snap out of your thoughts and feelings, and you slowly get up from the ground. ‘why does my sword feel heavier than usual? am i having second thoughts?’ you notice you’re trembling. from fear? despair? it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t deter you from picking up your sword and pointing it at the figure in front of you.
morax. he was massive compared to you, clad in white with accents of gold and black. his exposed arms are the color of obsidian and fade into gold, geometric lines embellishing down the skin.
this… this is an archon. an archon—one of those who destroyed khaen’riah like it was nothing. you start to shake again, but this time it’s out of rage.
he lets out a dark chuckle as he looks down at you, and it only serves to fuel your anger. “this is getting interesting...” he muses, and his amber eyes glow with curiosity.
without thinking, you lunge at morax and ready your sword to strike, but he doesn’t even flinch when it hits him square in the chest. instead, the sword shatters, and your eyes go wide in shock. before you can even react, he reaches his arm out, grabbing your neck and lifting you up. you cough, kicking your feet as you struggle to get out of his grasp, that in return only made him grip harder.
“insolent brat. you dare disrespect the almighty geo archon?” he asks while squeezing your neck. your coughing grows erratic and when you see your hands are around his wrist, you notice the size difference. your smaller hands try to pry his larger hand off your neck, but he replies by squeezing even harder. he stares at you with a scowl.
he relinquishes his hand from your neck, leaving you to fall. you land on the floor with a loud thud, followed by your gasps for air, and you feel sweat bead at your forehead.
morax stares at your heaving form, laughing maniacally. “ah, you mortals are so interesting and so weak and so… inferior,” he states with an amused tone. you slowly get up from the ground, still heaving.
despite knowing your efforts will be futile, you take out your dagger and throw it at morax. the damn bastard dodges, but you consider it a minor victory when the dagger grazes his cheek. morax takes his hand to touch the fresh wound, then retracts it from the wound to bring it into his sight. his eyes go wide with anger as soon as he sees the golden blood on his fingers, and amber irises dart over to you.
“a mere mortal dares to do this to an archon?!” he extends his arm and backhands you, hard. his slap causes you to fly a few meters back, and to fall unceremoniously to the ground. a familiar copper taste floods your taste buds and you lightly rub your cheek before spitting out the blood.
“seems you’re not so mighty now, archon. it seems that you’re the inferior one,” you sneer. enraged, morax picks up the dagger next to him and stalks toward you, clutching it tightly in his fist. You frantically try to scope back when you notice the figure enclosing the distance. unfortunately, morax teleports next to you, causing you to scream. he stops your attempt to escape with a foot on your chest, pinning you harshly to the ground. you coughed again as a response, and morax only presses down on you harder. you closed your eyes and turned your head to the side, suppressing your screams so you don’t give him the satisfaction of knowing you’re in pain.
“that’s no fun,” he presses his foot harder into your chest again.
you gave in and you screamed.
“music to my ears,” he laughs while twisting his foot into your chest with a big maniacal grin. finally, he stops twisting his foot around and takes it off your chest, and drops down on his knees.
but then, he gets on top of you, and your blood runs cold, immediately fearing the worst. “get off me!” you yell in desperation.
morax ignores you, dragging the dagger down your shirt, from collar to hem. his large hand grabs your ruined shirt and rips it from your body, and tosses it aside. out of reflex, your arm moves to cover your chest, but morax is faster—he pins your arms with one huge hand above your head. you squirm around in his hold, and he brings the dagger towards your chest and cuts your bra, discarding it as quickly as he did your shirt.
he withdraws the dagger from your chest and places it on your cheek before leaving a cut, causing you to wince. his tongue peeks from his lips, and morax leans down to your face, his breath hot against your skin. you can feel him lick the blood slowly oozing from the wound, and your face contorts from disgust.
you spit at morax, “archon scum, you’ll never break me.”
“you little shit,” he snarls, “you need to be taught a lesson on respect.” morax moves away and tosses the dagger aside. with that same hand, he grips your scalp, nails digging into your skin. he forcefully lifts your head up as he rises to his feet so that you’re on your knees while he stands above you. you fight against morax’s strength, despite the futility.
“the more you fight against me, the more i’ll want to snap you in two,” he grins as he peers down at your struggling form. “your thrashing is useless, yet it’s amazingly entertaining.” morax pushes down his pants and pulls out his flaccid cock.
you desperately claw at morax’s wrist, trying to free yourself. this only serves to enrage him more as he forces your head up to face his cock. you grimace at the appendage and instinctively you move away from his cock, but he stops this by pushing you closer to it.
“you have one job, knight of khaenri’ah. suck my cock and make me hard so i can defile you.” he orders you, his grin from earlier replaced by an apathetic gaze.
“fuck you, i’ll never let that happen! i’ll kill you and all the other archons!” you spit.
“my, my, what a dirty mouth you have on you,” he sneers.
he takes his cock in his hand and drags it across your face, chuckling darkly all the while. you hold back your tears of frustration while being humiliated, keeping all the words you still want to hurl at him all to yourself—you know there’s no point in wasting your breath.
morax’s amber eyes fill with a mixture of lust and hatred while staring at your half-naked, smaller form. as he drags his cock against your face, you can feel it start to harden. you feel a wet sensation smeared across your lips, and you cringe at the newfound feeling on your face.
‘is that precum?! this depraved archon is getting off at this cruel behavior?!’ you internally scream. morax smacks his cock across your face, snapping you out of your thoughts. this… foreign feeling of his hardening dick plopping across your cheek makes you want to cry but you can’t give in. you can’t.
no matter how used you feel right now, no matter how filthy he’ll make you feel once he’s done with you, you can’t—you won’t give him that satisfaction.
‘i must do this for khaenri’ah. i must be strong for my country and my fellow knights. i can’t let this dishonor me,’ you think to yourself, and the thought alone brings you a sliver of comfort.
another slap pulls you to the present moment—this time, however, it’s harsher and you notice his cock is fully hard. morax lets go of your hair to push you to the ground, and he presses his large hand onto your chest. he materalizes a dagger out of thin air with pure geo energy.
“these have to go now,” he places the dagger tip on top of your pants, and slowly drags it down, just as he did with your shirt and bra. without thinking, you kick the dagger out of his hand in an attempt to preserve your dignity in the names of the royal knights and khaenri’ah.
in response, he angrily rips at your pants, then your panties. “the knights didn’t teach you manners, did they?” he asks rhetorically.
you try to close your legs, the last barrier between him and your virginity and dignity, but he pries them open with ease. he gives his cock a few pumps while lining up at the entrance of your slit. a stream of desperate, “no, no, no!” and pleas of begging falls from your mouth as you dig your nails deep into the ground to move yourself back. your fingertips are bleeding from the harsh friction.
morax steadies your hips with a grip harsh enough to leave bruises. “ah-ah-ah, no running away, little knight,” he taunts you with a sing-song voice. he moves you to the tip of his cock, before forcing himself into your entrance.
with a pained cry, you thrash underneath him and swat at his hands, but it does nothing to deter him as he continues to push into you.
you scream and thrash for your captain, hoping and wishing to see him magically appear to save you from morax. ‘captain… help me… please!’
“so tight,” he grunts through gritted teeth. you scream and yell as tears swell in your eyes, and you continue to scream until your voice becomes hoarse. you can feel it as blood trickles down your legs, and through your blurred vision, you can see the gold, white and black colors of the archon hovering above you.
you hate him. you hate him. you hate him.
morax groans with satisfaction as he finally bottoms out, and you feel so full.
so full, so wrong. so dirty. this can’t be happening.
without giving you time to adjust, he begins to move, and the cruel bastard starts slowly, like he’s stretching this out for as long as he can. you groan from the pain of the stretch.
“this is the tightest pussy i’ve ever had in all the women of this godforsaken nation.” he mutters against your neck before biting, eliciting another pained noise from you, and you note that his teeth are sharper than any normal man’s. he sucks and licks onto the area until he can see a hickey form; once he’s satisfied, he moves around your skin, leaving a trail of hickeys and bite marks in his wake.
‘did he do this to other women too…?! how despic- ‘ before you can even finish that thought, he delivers a hard thrust. you can’t stop yourself from squirming, trying to keep your mouth shut.
“oh? nothing to say, little knight?” he taunts. “when did you get so shy all of a sudden, darling?” his large hand captures your breast and gives it a firm squeeze, causing you to squeak. he continues to fondle with your breasts and plays with your nipple until it hardens, in which he hums in satisfaction. at some point, he leans down towards the nipple and sucks on it. another mewl escapes you, and he harshly bites the pebbling skin.
your cunt tightens around him, and morax groans, “such a little whore for khaenri’ah, despite being a virgin.” he lets out a haughty laugh as he places his hand on your neck and aggressively thrusts. you notice his pace is getting erratic.
“i’m so close, already, i’m gonna cum in you and dispose of you like the trash you are.” a pang of fear hits you square in the chest, but before you can cry out, his grip around your neck tightens. you start to cough, your lungs squeezing for air.
morax’s breathing starts to get heavy and you notice him heaving and slowing down. “take my seed you filth,” he snarls, loosening his grip on your neck, and you try to thrash, but to no avail. no, no, no, if he cums inside, you’ll—!
“not inside! stop!” you cry, shaking your head, but it’s too late; morax stills and you feel his cock twitch inside of you, flooding you with an unfamiliar warmth. you feel your tears swelling up before falling down your cheeks as he cums inside you.
no, no… you feel so full…morax lazily thrusts a few times to empty himself out into you. he pulls out, his cock still hard and covered in your blood and fluids and his semen. a mixture of blood and cum trickles out of you, pouring on the ground beneath you.
“i’m not confident that you learned your lesson in respect just yet” he spreads your pussy open to see his results, and you can hear him click his tongue, unsatisfied.
“brats like you must be taught respect,” he takes his cock and positions it against your asshole.
‘no! he’s not going to do what i think he’s going to do, right?! do archons just have a lot of energy…?!’
“morax, please have mercy—” you’re cut off by the feeling of his tip pushing into your ass. you sharply inhale and try to close your legs.
morax lets out an annoyed sigh. “did you not learn anything whatsoever from the last round?” irritated, he pries your legs apart and puts you in a mating press, your thighs flush against your chest.
“put me down!” but he cuts you off again, forcing himself inside your ass. you let out a scream and tears stream down your face. you sob as morax forcefully pushes inside to bottom out. morax bottoms out and groans. he starts moving immediately and you beg him to stop, but as always, your pleas fall on deaf ears.
he covers your mouth as he continues to thrust into your ass. “that’s better,” he muses, and his pace continues to speed up.
‘is he about to cum again?! that quickly?!
suddenly, he slows down to angle at a certain spot inside of your anal walls. your groans of discomfort are muffled by his hand.
“i think you’re getting better at showing me the respect i deserve, brat.” he says, and you profusely nod your head, not out of genuine respect but from wanting this to be over quickly. your eyes are red from crying, stains of dried tears and snot all over your face.
“say you like getting fucked in the ass by morax. say it! say it little khaenri’ahian,” he grits. out of defiance, you remain quiet underneath him, giving him a glare.
irritated, morax pushes your thighs against your chest even closer so he can go deeper inside of you, angling his cock in a way that makes you moan lowly, the glare disappearing. a small low chuckle reverberates from his throat.
“so it seems you do enjoy being used huh? you’ve served your purpose well.” you lay beneath him, looking fucked out because of him.
morax peers down at you, triumphant at his success at breaking you. “this is the result of godless arrogant nations who think they’re better than us.” he snarls in between thrusts. “the heavens will fall upon you and wreck havoc.” he continues to thrust at that particular angle, causing a string of mewls and moans to fall from your lips.
your voice is hoarse from moaning, screaming and yelling, and you don't have anything to lose at this point. you’ve accepted your fate, whatever that is, and you accepted khaenri’ah and its people, history, culture, and even you will be forgotten. that you failed your duty and your people and friends, and most importantly your captain.
‘dainsleif…’
these thoughts make your tired, irritated eyes produce more tears. you’re brought back to the painful reality by a familiar twitching feeling inside of you, followed by the feeling of fullness and warmth. morax, once again, lazily pumps himself a few times make sure to empty himself. he remains inside your ass, and you can feel his cock soften within your walls.
he pulls out, his cum spilling out of your holes. your pussy and ass twitch from the emptiness and the stretch of the geo archon’s cock. morax collects himself as you lay there, putting his flaccid cock inside of his pants without much ceremony. you close your eyes and mentally say your last goodbyes and apologies and you embrace death with one final sigh.
i’m sorry. live on, captain.
you feel him put his larger hand over your neck. he states “ mortals never fail to amuse me with how easily they can break. even the strongest ones like yourself.” he gives your neck a squeeze, and just like that, he snaps it like it’s nothing. that is the very last thing you feel.
humming satisfactorily, morax leaves a gold geo symbol on your mangled neck before getting back up and walking away from your corpse.
…
dainsleif is the one who finds your lifeless body. eyes wide in horror, he rushes over to your corpse and notices the dry snot and tears stained onto your face, your misshapen neck, the marks left on your soft delicate body, your torn and scattered clothes around the area. the smell of iron and copper, along with the smell of lingering sex, hits his nose, and he realizes.
you had faced off against an archon, and paid the price for it. dainsleif bites back his tears as he looks down and sees the mixture of drying blood and cum between and on your thighs. he was too late—if he had been minutes earlier, he could have saved you.
dainsleif starts to shake, feeling the tears rolling down his face. he bends down and leans in to whisper to your body, “i’m so sorry that i failed to protect you.” he places his forehead on yours and closes his eyes, and as caresses your cold hand, he notices the ring he gave you as a gift for your promotion into second-in-command was gone. you were so careful with your belongings, so that would mean…
‘which archon would do such a despicable thing to you?’ he ponders.
a short while later~
dainsleif’s face was pale, eyes red from crying, voice hoarse from screaming and yelling in anger from his failures. he hears footsteps approaching, but doesn’t react even when they increase in volume. the steps stop behind him.
“who’s there?” he asks in a hoarse quiet tone, and a short blonde boy walks over.
“is that…?!” he asked in shock, materializing a khaenri’ahian royal guard flag in his hand. he clutches his hand with the cloth in it and he bends down to dainsleif, clapping his hand on his shoulder. “i’ll take care of her. i’ll be gentle.” he says in a gentle manner. he gives his shoulder an empathetic rub. the boy seems apologetic for his loss.
“i’m sorry that this happened…” the boy starts, “but you have to be strong for yourself and khaenri’ah. [name] wouldn’t want to see you like this. we both know she didn’t deserve this, and i promise we’ll get revenge against the monster who did this to her.”
dain nods. “thank you, aether.” he reluctantly lets you go and aether gently guides him away from you. he materializes a flower out of thin air, using his abyssal power—an inteyvat.
dain places the flower down next to your cold body, and both bend to cover you with the cloth. while covering you up aether noticed a faint small glowing geo symbol on your mangled neck and his eyes widen with realization, then rage.
‘did the geo archon do this?!’ after an eternity of internal battle of debate, aether decides not to tell dain to save his feelings, and his and [name]’s dignity. to save whatever pride of khaenri’ah was left.
they both get back up after dainsleif places the flower on top of your covered body. “here, [name],” he says softly, “my one last gift to you, it’s your favorite flower.” he gives your covered face one last caress and gets back up.
aether bows his head as a sign of respect, and both remain silent for a moment, staring at your covered body with the flower on top. “we’re sorry for failing you and khaenri’ah. i swear i will one day bring this nation back to the glory it once was.”
both men walk away from you, letting you rest peacefully.
—
“…and that was apart of the reason why your sibling wanted to join the abyss order.”
“wow… we’re really sorry to hear that, dainsleif, we didn’t know that happened to you.”
the floating girl solemnly says, and the blonde female traveler next to her had a sympathetic look on her face after hearing the story.
“...it’s all in the past now,” dainsleif quietly says with a thin lined lipped expression, then falls silent and looks down at the sumeran soil. the blond traveler, lumine, realizes that dainsleif needs to be left alone right now.
“let’s give him some space, paimon. i’ll go buy you some snacks.” lumine says softly, beckoning to paimon with a hand before turning back to dainsleif.
“we’ll be back later! thanks for everything, dainsleif.” paimon waves at him. “[name] was so lucky to know a reliable guy like you, ad may she rest in peace. we’re here for you if you need anything.” she and lumine notice a small smile across dainsleif’s face.
while walking around for the snacks she’d promised her companion, lumine stops at a flower shop and looks at a particular bouquet of flowers. the flowers are white and have five petals, but in each flower, one of the petals is a pale blue.
‘those are the ones dainsleif described,’ she thinks, and she decides to purchase them. then, after some more walking, lumine pipes up.
“hey, paimon, you know the ring dainsleif described that he gave [name]?”
“yeah! wasn’t that the ring mr. zhongli was wearing? how did he even get that, and should we even tell dainsleif? doesn’t he deserve the closure of finding out who did that to her?”
“of course he does, but we have no proof besides knowing about the ring. if we do that we could be endangering him and ourselves. he needs to find that out on his own.”
“oh…” paimon frowns, crossing her arms.
“one thing that bothers paimon is that how could an archon do that stuff to a mortal? even though khaenri’ah was a godless nation… poor [name]... she didn’t deserve that.”
both lumine and paimon are sick to their stomachs just thinking about it. silence befalls them and leaves a lingering thought in their minds: ’what else has been erased or altered from history? and what else do we not know about teyvat?
paimon waves her tiny arm in the air. “dain, we’re back!”
dainsleif turns to them and nods, acknowledging their presence.
“we got you something,” lumine holds the flowers to him, and shock flashes across his face.
“are these…” he takes the flowers from her gratefully. “thank you traveler and paimon. would both of you like to come to the ruins of khaenri’ah with me and place these on [name]?”
“aww, of course, dain! we would love to!”
the three arrive and walk to the spot dainsleif described having found your body. the makeshift shroud is tinged from age and fairly dirty with some holes, but otherwise it seems to be in semi-good condition. lumine and paimon pay their respects from afar while dain puts the flowers on top of you.
“paimon wonders how your brother dealt with the fall of khaenri’ah…” paimon says sadly.
lumine is silent, looking over at dainsleif’s crouched form over you before glancing over at paimon, then back at the khaenri’ahn ruins. she recalls her time in sumeru, inazuma, liyue and mondstadt, then ponders over her future adventures. throughout this train of thought, one singular thing stands out in all the jumbled feelings and thoughts, echoing loudly.
‘who is the true enemy in tevyat? and the journey aether mentioned that he partook in… is this the journey he talked about? and am i on the right side of history? what is the truth of teyvat? and most importantly, will i ever see aether again?’
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What if bubbly!reader passes away but Miguel still has to go to work but breaks down every few hours because he’s reminded of of something she did like bring him lunch or go hang out and cuddle with him while he worked and Peter b and everyone else helps comfort him yet that still reminds him of reader
you’re gonna make me break my own heart 😕 actually this gonna be the first time i write a death of a character, so let’s get into it 💔💔
miguel o’hara x bubbly! reader
warnings: reader’s death; angst
just like the wind comes and goes, you left behind a precious family, your friends, your loved ones, and miguel. you were a ray of sunshine for miguel’s darkest hours now his darkest hours had turned into his darkest days where you were no longer around to keep him going. if you are gone how is miguel supposed to live? how is he supposed to move on?
miguel had lost every little thing he could not hold onto, including you. what were you supposed to do when someone you truly loved dies? was miguel supposed to cope? was miguel to pretend to keep it going even if you weren’t by his side cheering him on and being supportive? these were the kind of questions everyone thought when they saw a melancholic miguel. a part of him died that day when you slipped away through his fingers. he couldn’t save you just like he couldn’t save his own daughter. now, surely that’ll eat him alive—his own heartbreak would be his own cause of death.
everywhere miguel goes, every smell and every thought connected to a song reminds him of you. no matter how hard he tries to be himself, no matter how hard he tries to cope—he cannot be the same person he was when you were alive, as if he can never be the same again. he tries to carry the burdens of the world on his shoulders but he finds himself cracking at the seams. he breaks down as he reminisces on the memories of you. the way you shined so brightly like a star high in the sky…or the way your smiled so big that made his heart ache that he can no longer appreciate that. the simple acts of kindness from yours truly, like you bringing him lunch or proving him that comfort and love he needed. the way you reassured him that he would never be alone.
“miguel, as long as you have me you’ll never be alone..i promise i won’t ever leave you..”
words were left empty, and promises left unfulfilled. how dare you slip away and not stay by his side, and grow old together…how dare the universe punish miguel when he himself is trying to save it..
“i love you so much, and you’re such a hardworking man. please never feel as if you have to shoulder these burdens alone. your burdens are mine to share.”
the pain had become unbearable. and it had become difficult for miguel to find solace in his daily routine. peter b and the others, observe miguel’s struggles and offer him support in their own ways.
“hey miguel? i’m sorry about them..i know how much they meant to you.” the same sentence gutted miguel and ripped his heart to shreds. they’d offer listening ears and comforting words, even sharing their own stories and memories of you. while their efforts bring miguel some comfort, they also intensify his grief, as they serve as constant reminders of the one he lost.
though time slowly passes, miguel has seemed to forgot the memories of your face..it’s not longer etched in his mind, and the way your voice sounded was now just but a distant memory. maybe, it was for the best for miguel to forgot about you and move on. maybe just maybe it may have been what you wanted. now, you’re a soul lingering in the vast universe with no memory of what your last life was, and maybe in another universe you could have had your happily ever after with miguel.
-yours truly
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Dark Days - Kujou Sara x Male!Reader
CW: Violence, reader death.
Sara still couldn't believe the change in her life. She always pictured herself (and was viewed as) stoic, unmoving, emotionless - a perfect subject of the Shogun, dedicated and committed to the cause. Rejecting all distractions - both petty and grand. After all, she decided to follow a path of absolute devotion to Eternity, in the face of which all mortal matters are infinitely small.
But love strikes without warning. It was just a few careful glances at first, but in a matter of a few years love bloomed between you and her into something more permanent, and you placed the ring on her finger on that fateful day. You shook her world, her views and her life to the core. Every night with you by her side, every gentle touch, every gentle kiss left her ascetic ideas dazed and reeling, until her perception of duty changed drastically. Sara understood that loyalty to the Shogunate is not as two-dimensional as she imagined it.
There is nothing to be gained from limiting herself so radically in the long run. More - love reinforces her resolve, pushing her to work twice as hard towards the safety of Inazuma, the safety of you. When she can drop her guard down and indulge herself with the love you shower her with daily, all doubts and fears are eradicated, letting her focus once again. A pillar to rely on provides her a safe, stable base to build her sense of comfort and security on.
Sara understood that she can serve in a different way too. She can defend Inazuma with every second of her life, every bit of strength, but hers or your life isn't eternal. The youth needs to take your place when the time comes - someone intelligent, sharp and full of energy. With the brains and talents you have, there is no doubt that your heir will be worthy of serving Inazuma, whichever area they will choose. Except for destroying as a general, Sara thinks that, as a woman, her duty is to build. Build a family that will serve the state and the Shogun beyond her lifespan, a bloodline that will be the pride of the country, and a shining example for others in terms of courage and merit of its members.
Even if she approaches her life mostly with stoic resolve, this thought never fails to rouse excitement in her. “Kujou” is a name of the past now. Finally she can build something for herself, something just yours and hers. A safe place to withdraw to, and a fire to stoke her resolve. It has been a few months since you started trying for a child, but Sara is patient. Her eagerness, though, is hard to contain. She has dreamed so long of this - to carry her child within herself, and then in her own arms. To see them smile, to make them laugh, to teach and to guide. To be the parent she herself never had.
But then the war came.
The Vision Hunt Decree came as a huge surprise for you two. Despite working in the second highest ring of authority, no drafts or warnings of this ever reached you. Still, Sara accepted it. If this is the wish of the Archon, then who is she, a foolish mortal, to disagree?
Quickly this controversial order turned into a civil war when Watatsumi Island refused to hand out their Visions. Sara understood this decision, yet it was her duty to enforce it. She trusted the Shogun with her life. After rallying the armies of the Tenryu Commission, she led them south through the island chain, and forward onto Watatsumi Island.
Unfortunately, with you by her side.
According to the law, every family under the jurisdiction of the Shogunate was to send out one male of fighting age to join the army. With no small effort, Sara was able to delay your draft. But a few weeks into the war proved that Watatsumi was not willing to back down; their resistance was fierce, and losses kept mounting. She could no longer bend her authority to shield you without risk of drawing attention. Doing what she could, Sara got you to fight in her regiment as an officer - the small glimmer of hope was that you were of noble blood, and thus could be granted the privilege of a commanding position and the personal protection that was provided by it.
Still, it brought no peace of mind to her. She knew what the reality was.
—
“Stay in formation!” You shout, looking at the battlefield through the small slit between your helmet and your broad shield. Three hundred paces away stands the enemy, with deadly spears and sturdy shields in hand.
They look almost identical to your men. Only the colors are different.
Though cold winds and biting rain falls upon you, you're sweating. You had to march, almost run to face the assault banner the enemy had fielded this morning. Stress builds up in your body as you move forward, your men following in your footsteps. There's one man on your left, one on your right, and one behind you - carrying the unit’s standard.
You steady your breath. Although the enemy is in clear view, you find comfort in the company of your subordinates. They have both the same fear and the same motivation. None of you want to die. For every one of them there's someone waiting back home, praying to the Sacred Sakura their husbands, fathers, brothers and lovers and friends return safely. But not for you. Your wife is here with you - standing safely behind two rows of infantry, keeping a careful watch over how the fighting will proceed. She will be fine and you know it. She's intelligent and capable in combat. She's strong.
Although officially you are to fight for the Shogunate, your motivation lies somewhere else. You are here to keep Sara safe by ensuring the line never breaks. At least not your regiment.
“Advance!” The commander of the unit behind you shouts, passing on Sara’s order. With all your might, you repeat the command.
“Advance!”
The slow step turns into a jog. The air is filled with the sounds of the many armors’ metallic clicking. Your heart speeds up when you spot a flock of thin, black lines in the sky.
You scream. “Arrows!”
Several other warnings resonate thought-out the ranks. You raise your shield in unison with your men, and lean forward to ensure your torso and legs are safe. The missiles fall harmlessly on your shield, but a few slide off of your back. Many land in front of you, impaled into the sands of Nazuchi Beach.
Just a few more moments and you'll be out of range. You speed up, and your men follow suit.
Unbeknownst to you, a single, Geo-infused arrow was high in the air, just a few seconds from impact.
Without warning, it hits the shield right above your forearm.
Without much trouble, the weighted shot passes through the wood as if it was one of the paper walls back home.
It punches through your armor and caves in your chest, knocking out all the air from your lungs, just as her kisses always did.
You stumble and spit blood from your butchered lungs. Your head spins and you fall back onto the sand, your spear falling from your grasp.
Your vision fades - not much is left of your heart, the one she valued so dearly.
Your body spasms and gargles for a moment, your warm, red blood staining the pale sand below you.
Two sets of arms grab your body, and drag it back behind the lines.
—
Your body, and the information of your passing, were withheld from Sara until the battle was over - by command of her lieutenant. Only when the dust settled and the broken forces of Watatsumi Island retreated was this news handed to her.
“What?” She says, her voice quite unsure. “Are you certain it's him? The vanguard is still cleaning up the remains of the resistance. This must be some sort of a misunderstanding?”
Her officers shift uneasily, and exchange anxious glances between each other. Sara stiffens, her expression turning stone cold.
Silence falls in the room. Sara blinks a few times, the thought rolling around in her mind. She nods once. Twice.
She lifts her hand to her mouth in an attempt to cover her trembling lips. Quickly, warm tears start making their way down her smooth features. She tries to rub them away with her hand, but fails to do so. She stifles a sob.
“Out.”
This single word is enough to make the men turn and leave as quick as they can. Sara just stands in place, looking around the tent with tears flowing from her golden eyes. Like a lost girl.
Lost. That's what she is. Lost.
She can't-
She stumbles to the nearest chair on trembling legs and plops down on it. Sara leans in. Her hands cover her face.
Words flood her mind. Single thoughts. That's all her mind is capable of.
Y/N.
You.
Husband.
Family.
Children.
Safety.
Comfort.
Happiness.
Love.
Life.
Her vision blurs, black spots dancing before her eyes. Her legs feel weak. Her arms feel weak. Her body, her entire being is weak.
Gone.
Trampled.
War.
She takes a shaky breath. Her hands, still bearing the golden ring you placed on her finger, climb up to her scalp. Her nails dig into her scalp, fingers grabbing and pulling at her hair in whatever spots they can reach. She's shuddering. Sara screams soundlessly, pulling out her own hair in helplessness.
Hell.
Thanks for reading.
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Won't Let Go- Dabi x Fem!Reader
Warnings!: Pure angst. No happy ending, blood, major death, yelling, crying, argument, harsh words, not willing to accept death.
Umm yeah I have zero idea if I'm good at angst or not... I'll probably make an alternate ending for people like me, but until then I'm sorry.
I kinda rushed bc I wanted to keep my brain going.. it's unedited like usual too.. so sorry for the errors. I might edit it later.. but idk.
You and Dabi get into a nasty fight. You leave for some air, but get attacked by a fellow villain.
1,800+ words/Pure angst
It started simply, just another stressful day, and just another argument. Both of us hissing insults back and forth, hurting one another in ways only we knew how.
He made a jab at that one insecurity that no one knows about except him, and I jab at his incapability to take me out on a normal date. He then throws out a harsher, more personal insult, and I insult the fact that he can't properly provide for the two of us.
It went back and forth, words only get shaper and more venomous to the point where I'm in tears, and Dabi is still sneering at me. "DO YOU EVEN CARE!? YOU LOOK PSYCHOTIC RIGHT NOW!" I scream, e/c eyes locked onto his turquoise ones.
"NO! I DON'T CARE, NEVER HAVE, NEVER WILL!"
"DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF?!"
"LOUD AND CLEAR! YOU'RE NOTHING TO ME (Y/N)!" As Dabi's words sinked in, my tears continued to fall, increasing in speed. "Aww look at you. You're so sensitive " Dabi cooed, venom lacing his words.
As my anger grew my body started to shake. Standing up, I walked over to our shared closet. "You know what Dabi? I'm done. I'm done with how you hurt me, physically and emotionally, and yet I stick by your side, holding you during every nightmare as you burn me. You burn me to the point of tears, and yet I still hold you. You insult me time and time again, and yet I'm still there to hold you after a particularly nasty mission. I hold you when you need me, and yet I need you and your somehow entitled to shatter my heart? Enjoy life alone. I now see why you were alone, you only hurt the people that actually care about you." I seethe, pulling on a hoodie, making sure that it was one of mine.
"Where are you going?" Dabi chuckled, turquoise eyes hardened in anger. "Away from you. Just know that it's your fault that this happened to us." I reply, eyes tearful as I took one last look at the man I adored.
"Goodbye." I whispered. As Dabi moved to say something further, I walked out the door, closing it softly before leaving, much to Twice and Toga's confusion.
"(Y/n) chan! Where are you going!?" Toga asked, skipping over to my shaking form. I just ignored her, picking up my pace slightly. "(Y/n) chan?" Twice muttered, eyes focussed on my back.
I just continued forward, stepping outside into the rain. Sighing, I started walking forward, toward the alley ways, failing to notice the eyes on my tired form.
Dabi's P.O.V:
As the door closed, I immediately crumbled onto our shared bed, regret coursing through my being. I stepped out of line. Yes, so did (y/n), but I started it.
As I remembered the cruel words I said to my precious (y/n), I scoffed as I felt a drop of blood fall down my cheek. Shooting myself up, I yanked at my hair as I paced around the room, waiting for my precious (y/n) to come back.
After about forty minutes, I started to freak out. (Y/n) usually comes back after a 10-15 minute cool down, and then continued to ignore me until I brought her into my lap, kissing her softly as a silent apology.
She would silently forgive me, and we would go back to normal. It was unusual for her to be gone for so long. Pulling out my phone, I left her a text telling her to come back, before continuing to pace back and forth.
Reader's P.O.V:
I huffed as the villain in front of me searched for an opening to strike. Right as I started to head back to my precious Dabi, I was jumped by a fellow villain.
My arm was cut badly, my stomach ached from a kick, and my left eye was bleeding, which affected my sight immensely. As the man launched himself toward me, I kicked his groin, temporarily stunning him.
As he fell to the ground, I smashed his head into the ground with my foot before fleeing towards the bar, praying that I would run into one of my fellow colleagues. As I ran my stomach ached, and sweat stung my eye, but I continued to run, avoiding calling out due to my villainous reputation.
Right as I turned the corner to get to the bar, I felt a rough hand pull at my shoulder. "Got you." The man hissed, face right below my ear. I shivered in disgust, pushing against his masculine form in a vain attempt to get away.
"I'll bloody you up real good, and then I'll chain you out of your little boyfriend's window." The man sneered, dark eyes shining as he dreamt of Dabi's horror.
"You're sick." I spit, kneeing the man in his stomach. Unfortunately, the hit wasn't strong enough to drop him to the ground, and it only angered him further.
"You little-" I couldn't help but whimper pitifully as he stabbed a knife into my arm, spilling blood onto the concrete. "You'll pay for that." The man promised, twisting the knife in my arm, producing small whimpers from my shaking form.
Dabi's P.O.V:
I awoke with a start, looking around the dark room in confusion. I don't know what woke me, but I do know that something was terribly wrong.
Unlocking my phone, I went into a panic as I saw my text not being read after an hour or so later. (Y/n) always kept up with her texts.. what was going on?
Scrambling to our closet, I pulled out a black hoodie before slipping it on, pulling up the hood as I exited our shared room, rushing towards the door. "Where are you going?" Shigaraki rasped, light blue hair covering his eyes as he lightly scratched his neck.
Ignoring him, I made my way out the door, picking up my pace as I heard a commotion nearby. As I jogged around the alleyways, I started sprinting as I heard whimpering becoming closer and closer.
Turning a corner, my blood boiled with rage as I spotted my (y/n) on the ground, blood pooling under her quivering being. A man was standing next to her, glaring down at my (y/n) as he held his bloodied arm.
As I ran toward the pair, I freaked out seeing blood leaking from (y/n)'s chest quite quickly, staining her clothes. Burning the man, I made sure to keep him alive for later. Kneeling down next to (y/n), I panicked at the amount of blood seeping from her stab wound.
Reader's P.O.V:
Breathing heavily, I looked up at the wet form in front of me, only realizing it was Dabi as I heard his shaky voice call out to me. "D-Dabi..." I whisper, e/c eyes moist as I studied his face, blood running down his face.
"Don't talk! Save your strength!" He demanded, pulling off his hoodie to press to my chest. "Dabi.. are you crying?" I ask, pressing my thumb to the blood falling down his cheeks. "No! Now be quiet!" Dabi yelled, blood coming faster as his hoodie soaked up the blood way too fast.
Dabi's P.O.V:
Dread sunk in my chest as I absorbed the situation, realizing that unless I turned us both in, or found some miracle, she couldn't be saved. Pulling my precious (y/n) into my lap, I cradled her gently, rocking her back and forth.
"Dabi... I'm sorry." (Y/n) murmured, (e/c) eyes moist with regret. "Don't you apologize; don't you dare." I growl, hugging her tighter. "B-but I said some really horrible things to you..."
"And I said worse things! Just- just be quiet while I try and think!" As my thoughts ran wild the only thing I could think of doing is to take her to a hospital, but then we'd be recognized and earn ourselves a life in jail.
But, it was better than losing her. Swooping (y/n) up, I started to run towards the nearest hospital, trying to devise a better plan. I'd- I'd sneak in through a window, and single out a doctor. I'd first persuade the doctor with money, and than threaten them.
If that doesn't work I'll kill them and find another. That- t-that would work.. it has to work... As I solidified my plan I looked down to see (y/n) getting worse, her (s/t) skin was pale, and her gorgeous eyes were almost fully closed.
"H-hey.. open your eyes." I mumbled, freaking out. "(Y/n). Open your eyes!" I demanded, stopping to crouch in an alleyway as I heard sirens nearby.
"(Y/N)-" "Dabi... I'm sorry I tried to push you into sharing things you didn't want to share-" she stopped to cough up blood before continuing, "I'm sorry I said so many horrible things to you.. and I'm sorry for not being the idle partner for you.. please know that I love you.. and no. You don't have to say it back my Love."
As (y/n) forced her eyes open, dread consumed me as the light started ebbing away and they started to close. "Don't you dare apologize! You did nothing wrong! It was me, I was the one in the wrong! And I'm sorry! So, so sorry! You were, and are the perfect partner! And I love you, I love you so freaking much! So please... STAY WITH ME!" I screamed, blood leaking from my eyes and falling into (y/n)'s (h/l) (h/c) hair.
After a few seconds of silence, I pulled (y/n) away, just enough for me to look her in her eyes and hurriedly check her pulse. As I felt her still pulse my heart stopped. (Y/n) was dead.. the one person I loved was dead.. Desperately, I attempted to give her CPR, deep down knowing that she was gone for good.
As I labored to try and revive (y/n), I screamed on top of my lungs for her to come back to me. Failing to notice Twice, Toga, Kurogiri, and Shigaraki coming up from behind me.
After a few more minutes of my screams Twice came up and grasped my shoulder, tears falling down his face. "I CAN STILL SAVE HER!" I yell, shoving Twice away, causing Toga to frown and catch him.
"Dabi. She's gone." Toga murmured, tears staining her face. "NO! NO SHE CAN STILL BE SAVED!" I paused to desperately bring her into my lap, cradling her cold body to my chest, trying to warm her up.
Rocking us back and forth, I murmured sweet things to her, kissing her head gently. "OVER HERE!" A voice yelled, growing closer quickly. "Kurogiri." Shigaraki rasped, an unpleasant look on his face.
Kurogiri then silently transported everyone except me, (y/n) and himself. "Dabi.. you're coming." Kurogiri muttered, sending out a portal underneath me. I just hissed and cling to (y/n) tighter, hugging her still body to my chest.
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Tears Of Gold
Neteyam Sully x Human Reader
Prt 1. Prt 2
Summary: he didn't realize his feelings till it was to late and he regrets it ever since
Warning: reader death, asshole neteyam
Yn pov
It felt cold and dark even though there was light, even though I was surrounded by navi and friends I felt desolate, even though I was with family it didn't feel like home nothing ever did.
It was never was the same after we moved to the ocean no one was the same, kiri was more distant, neytiri was more angry while jake was more stricked with us while tuk was the same but she missed home, lo'ak followed tsireya around like a lost puppy and neteyam who acted as if we weren't friends to hang out with his new 'friends'.
I was left by my self most days except the ones where kiri felt guilty i was always alone or when I had to help neytiri with a few things but it was a very rare occasion.
"You forgot me again" I murmured to neteyam as he sat down beside me "oh sorry" he sighed out again before it fell into silence "what happened to u-" I whispered but was interrupted by nyx a navi girl who was one of the best fishers they have and the one who had eyes for neteyam "come on neteyam" she called out sweetly gesturing him over and he left without a goodbye or a look.
All I ever did here was sit around because no one wants to teach a 'demon' how to help or work around the village so all I do is sit in the sand making small shell bracelets and necklaces.
I stared into the water as it rose and descended on the shore watching as shells appeared and disappeared due to the moving sand i sat there waiting, waiting for a sign or something to happen i was frozen in a thoughtless daze staring into the water as the sun sunk behind the horizon, the water was illuminated by the glowing plants underneath the surface it was always a sight to see.
I don't know how long I was stuck there till I felt a presences beside me, he cleared his throat for me to acknowledge him "mom is looking for you" he murmured not taking his eyes off of me "she isn't my mom" I muttered but instantly regretted my words neytiri was nothing but nice to me but I could always feel her eyes burning stare into the back of my scull when I wasn't looking or the silent mutters of 'demon' under her breath it made me feel like a freak.
"Whats wrong" neteyam asked settling beside me, I finally broke "I don't belong here nete" I said glancing between him and the water "I never belonged here" I whispered as tears glossed my eyes neteyam listened not making a sound, he was scared because he didn't know what to do he used to and he feels guilty for letting you feel this way "i-i" he tried to speak but didn't know what to say.
"You were the only one who really felt like family now your a stranger too" I cried as the tears slid down my cheeks, he wanted to wipe them away and tell you that he still loves you but he knows that was a lie he used to but doesn't anymore he loves nyx.
"I wanna go home" I sobbed bringing my knees up to my chest " you are home yn" he whispered laying one of his hands onto my shoulder i let out a dry laugh as I shook my head "this isn't my home it never was" my throat was dry and sore "come on yn don't think like that" he rumbled as he moved in front of me taking my head into his hands using his thumbs to wipe my tears away "how about we hang out tomorrow for the whole day" he murmurs staring into my eyes "ok" he smiled as I answered him "Come on let's go" he smiled helping me up.
[Next day]
I woke up and ate some breakfast before going to find neteyam who was up and about i neared the his usual spot when I heard them and stopped dead in my tracts "why do you hang out with that demon nete" nyx asked harshly and my heart ached I was the only one he let call him nete.
"I feel sorry for her I truly do or I'd just leave her in the dust" he laughed dryly my hand quickly covered my mouth covering up a sob I stumbled back knocking over a few buckets causing them to notice me.
Neteyam looked at me with guilt and opened his mouth to speak but I just shook my head before running, running away and not looking back, I ran down the shore far away from the village.
I only stopped when my legs gave out falling to my knees with a thud I roughly wiped my tears trying to stop crying but I just couldn't "why" I cried "why" I whaled loudly.
I sat for awhile slowly coming down and being thankful no one came after me "I thought you were different neteyam" I cried rocking myself trying to calm down was our whole friendship a lie were those things he was saying really true.
"Yn yn" I heard multiple voices calling out to me in the distance but I didn't want to be found so I got up and started moving away from them.
Neteyam pov
"What the hell is wrong with you" dad yelled at me as we searched along the beach for yn "I don't know" I whispered I felt guilty but I don't know it was because I was caught or that I said those things "ma jake look" mom pointed at the faded human foot prints "let's go" dad yelled as we started running down the beach.
Yn pov
I was climbing on the rocks that aligned the shore maneuvering myself carefully not to fall but it was becoming harder with the tide rising making some rocks wet and dangerous.
"Yn" I turned abruptly on a rock and screamed as my foot got caught in a crack I fell over scraping my knees before wracking my head against the rock damaging my mask "fuck fuck fuck" I cursed trying to cover the crack.
"Yn" neteyam yelled as he ran over to me his eyes widening as he saw the crack that was starting to grow bigger and bigger "fuck yn where is your spare" he asked his hands running over my waist and back trying to find my spare "I don't have one" I said trying to stay calm and not breathe to fast.
"Dad dad over here" he called out but I already started feeling light headed and sick "i-i can't neteyam" I murmured He carefully cradled my body against his "I'm so sorry" he whispered as his eyes filled with tears.
I lifted my hand up to his face gently caressing his face "I love you neteyam" I said weakly as my hand began to fall but he caught it with his own and kept it by his face "no don't do this" he yelled but I only heard it as a whisper.
I closed my eyes sucking in my last breathe
"goodbye".
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𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤'𝐬 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Emily Prentiss x Fem!reader
Warning(s): use of y/n, death of y/n, Emily having to witness it, implied SA, just sad overall
Word count: 2041
Characters: Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Penelope Garcia, Jennifer Jareau, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid
Summary: When you get captured by an unsub and your team finds out where you are, your lover and coworker, Emily Prentiss, seeks you out. Only she’s too late to save you.
She blamed herself for not driving home with you the night the unsub took you from outside your shared apartment. The work she had done could've waited... and maybe you would've still been with her and your guys' team. "Emily, we might've got something." Derek informed from across the alley they had been in, where the unsub had dumped his last victim. 'Clock's ticking' was carved into the girl's abdomen, serving as a reminder of the time you had left alive was thinning. Desolately, she stared at this poor girl, just like she had the past two. Seeing the state she was in... she knew what their unsub had in store for you, and it made her want to scream- lash out; hurt somebody. Hurt Robert Delmont- the man who was hiding you.
Emily's gaze moved from the lifeless body to Derek, who rushed over with his phone extended. "Okay, talk to me baby." He eagerly spoke into the phone, examining his coworker's distraught expression as his own heart raced. "I found Robert's house. I narrowed down your area and used the information you guys provided- and I found it. 24 Newberg Road, you're about six minutes away."
Emily hadn't wasted a second before running towards her SUV; Derek on her tail replied: "Copy that, thanks Garcia."
"Godspeed, guys. Save our girl." Penelope spoke from the other end, ending the call to inform the rest of the team as Derek and Emily climbed in the car, speeding to the home you were being held in.
Faintly through the singular basement window, you could see flashing red and blue lights. Relief washed over you as tears fell down your cheeks. You struggled against the restraints you were held in, arms sore from being held in the same upwards position for these past 8 & 1/2 hours. You could hear the steel door creek open and shut as footsteps descending followed. Your relief left you as you met face to face with Robert, who rushed towards you, throwing a punch to your face. "They think they're going to save you."
Your lip was already busted, and you had cuts and bruises marking your whole body. He moved behind you, putting a blade up to your neck. Your breath hitched as he pulled your head back by your hair, whispering in your ear; "Time to prove them wrong."
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Emily had already been out of the passenger's side before it came to a full stop, rushing inside the home. Derek followed after her, whisper-yelling for her to wait. She didn't oblige, rather rushed in anyway. In no way was she going to string out the little time you had left. She motioned for Derek to search upstairs, receiving a nod in return. They both should've waited for the rest of their team, but Emily already made it clear she couldn't wait, and Derek understood. This was personal... and time wasn't in their favor, if Robert was following his 10 hours spent with each victim.
Her heart was pounding as she neared every corner, pausing when she observed the steel door cracked open. While she should've retrieved Derek for backup, she went down instead, keeping her gun aimed ahead. The door shut behind her, leaving her in total darkness as it made a beeping noise. Only then did she realize that it had no handle on the inside, but that it needed a keycard, likely installed by the twisted killer who brought women down here, guaranteeing that escaping was out of the question. The air was cold and bitter down here, smelling of metal and mildew; agony so potent in the air. She breathed heavily, continuing her descent as she prepared for what laid ahead.
But nothing could've prepared her to meet face to face with you, strung up and beaten. So vulnerable and broken. A tang of pain struck her heart as she watched your face pinch, tears mixing with the crimson on your cheeks. The knife against your neck made her blood run cold as she aimed at the unsub. "Back away and drop the knife." Her voice came out firm as she remained at a safe distance, not wanting to push the Delmont man. "Ah, Emily Prentiss."
"I said back away and drop the-"
"I do that and you put me in prison, or I kill her and you kill me. Doesn't seem like a win-win situation, now does it?"
"Let her go." She ordered, unable to tell the man that she didn't want to shoot him. If anything, she wanted to torture him for the trauma he had inflicted on you. Make him feel every bit of pain you have felt- every bit of pain she had felt in the absence of you.
"I know how deeply you care for her... she's so... extravagant. I'd want her too. Well, I had her... that's for sure." He chuckled as you shut your eyes tightly. Her lip curled as her eyebrows furrowed, reminding herself of the oath she took for this job. An oath that she wished didn't exist in this very moment. "You son of a bitch."
"You want me to slit her throat right now? I will."
"You know what I want you to do. If you comply, we can negotiate-"
"We both know that's bullshit. Don't we?" He stated, turning to put his lips up to your ear at the last part. You tried to pull away, but he yanked your head back. Emily was panicking because she didn't have a clear shot of him. He was perfectly blocked by your shaking body, and you would be hit in order to get him, no matter the angle.
"You walk out those doors and leave, I'll spare her. Leave her for you to find in a couple days."
"I'm not negotiating this with you."
"I thought you wanted to negotiate? Don't you want her alive?" He started, tilting his head as he watched Emily's expression harden. "I can leave her lifeless if you'd prefer... yeah. Yeah that sounds better." Pounding came from the steel door upstairs as all three below heard Derek's shouts. "Clock's ticking." He grinned as Emily's body shivered, mouth opening to speak. "No. Times up." He finalized; In a swift motion, he sliced your neck open as you cried out. Her body stilled, though her reflexes didn't waste a second to shoot his withdrawn arm. He scampered to the side, clutching his arm as he rushed towards her. She was quicker, firing one final shot that knocked him down for good.
Her gaze moved back at you, watching the blood pour to the ground below your bowed head. "Y/n-" spit from her mouth as she rushed towards you, untying the ropes around your wrists, letting you fall into her arms. You were coughing on your own blood as she tried to turn you on your side, clearing your airway as she applied pressure to your open wound. "Stay with me my love, stay with me." She instructed, pushing the hair out of your face as you looked up at her.
Never had she felt fear like this before as her arms desperately pulled your shaking body closer to hers, trying to keep you curled into her like you would several nights spent together. She'd whisper how much she loved you as she held you dearly as she'd kiss your head, reminding you that in those moments, it was just you two. Not the job, not the world. You were each other's safe havens; the only light outside the dark they faced every day.
"I'm right here. I've got you, love. Stay with me." She spoke quickly, keeping pressure as crimson spilled over her fingers. You were struggling to breath, but you needed to speak; you knew you weren't leaving this basement, just like you knew she was denying that truth. It pained you to be aware of your fate when you had finally found the other half to your soul that spent every waking moment reminding you of what real love was. Slowly, your arm rested on her hand upon your neck, grasping it. Her broken eyes peered down at you as both of you could hear your other team members desperately trying to get through that godforsaken door, calling out your guys' names.
"They're going to get us out of here... and we're gonna get you to a hospital- you're gonna be okay. I- I'm right here." She insisted, clenching her jaw as she fought back the tears lining her waterline. If you saw her break, she was sure you would too. She needed to be strong, but all you needed in this moment was her. "Em-" You tried, unable to continue as blood poured from the corner of your mouth. "Don't try to talk honey-"
"Emily." You managed to get out, choking on your blood as her head slightly shook. "Lis-listen to me." Your hand squeezed hers as she tried to talk again. "You k-know what's going t-to happen."
"No."
"Emily-"
"No-"
"I'm not going to m-make it."
"No! No I don't accept that." She exclaimed, her head shaking vigorously as a sob slipped from her throat. "Em, please-" You tried, but she cut you off as tears now began to fall down her cheeks. "I can't- I can't accept that. I need you. I'm always going to need you." Her voice was utterly broken; already in denial, she couldn't stop shaking her head at you, pushing away the thoughts of what life would be like when she stepped outside of this house, knowing you weren't ever coming home with her.
"I love you s-" You had started, beginning to fade out of consciousness. Her eyes widened as she used her arm from under you to touch your face, pulling your body up to hers. "So much." You managed to finish, though your eyes were slowly shutting. Exhaustion wasn't even a comparable word to what you were feeling. When the pain started to fade, and you began to feel numb, you knew your time was up. "Hey- Stay with me y/n." She slightly shook you; your eyes weren't fully closed, but your eyelids were drooped. "Please stay with me." Her words were quiet, small. So much pain was laced in those four words as she felt the exact moment your life left your body.
Her body stilled as she pulled back to look at your face; eyelids were still drooped, but you were gone. Her jaw slowly slacked as she shook her head, removing her hand from your throat before placing it on your cheek, gently tilting your head at an angle where you would be able to see her. "No- no please!" Sobs were spilling from her lips as her chest heaved, thumb stroking your face delicately. "I need you-"
A loud, ground shaking bang came from the upstairs as she pulled your lifeless body up against her chest, cradling the back of your head over her shoulder as the other hand tightly held your bare waist. "Emily!" Derek's voice erupted from the stairway as several footsteps boomed from afar.
"I love you- I love you so much." She wept, eyes shut tightly as the rest of her team members made it downstairs, halting at the sight. The unsub's body had been the first thing observed, but the sight of Emily cradling your lifeless body- seeing Emily shattered in a way that they'd never seen before caused them to still.
JJ's hand covered her mouth as Hotch lowered his gun, tears beginning to brim in his own eyes despite his usual cold exterior. Rossi & Spencer beside him unable to watch as he turned away, walking into JJ's embrace. Then there was Derek, who stood with his mouth agape, heart plummeting. One of his best friends was forever broken, and the other dead.
Eventually, JJ had to pull Emily from your body, which took a tremendous amount of effort to do. Your lover had refused to let you go as she cried I'm sorry's and pleas for you to come back to her. Knowing you died before she said I love you back destroyed her. She just wanted to hold you; to kiss you one more time. Yet all she could do was kiss your forehead as they removed you from her arms, watching your hand leave hers.
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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final battle
John price/Gn! reader angst
tags: death of reader, war mentioned, being shot, john is sad :(( reader was johns wife/husband/ married partner
this is my first ever published fic please don't be mean :(
word count: 588
John's boots crunched softly against the gravelly ground as he approached the dimly lit corner of the makeshift camp. The moon hung low in the ink-black sky, casting long shadows that seemed to mirror the heaviness in his heart. A chilling wind whispered through the barren trees, and John's breath hung in the air like fleeting ghosts.
"Y/N!"
He spotted you lying there, a silhouette in the dark, a heap of pain and struggle. Your once vibrant eyes, the ones that used to light up his world, now stared into the abyss. The smell of damp earth mingled with the metallic tang of blood, a scent that clung to the air and refused to let go.
John sank to his knees beside you, his gloved hands trembling as they reached out to touch yours. The skin felt colder than he remembered, and panic clawed at his throat. He'd seen too much in this war, but nothing prepared him for this moment — finding you, his partner, lying broken and battered.
"You... you can't leave me, not like this," he whispered, the words escaping his lips in a shaky breath. His voice cracked, the strain of the battlefield mixing with the weight of his despair. The war had stolen so much from both of you and now it threatened to take away the one thing that made the darkness bearable.
Your eyes flickered in a feeble attempt to focus on the face of the man you loved. His name escaped your lips in a whisper, a fragile acknowledgement of his presence in this final moment. John felt his heart shatter as he clasped your hand tighter.
"I love you, Johnny..." Your faint voice faded as quickly as it came, but it would never fade from his memories
Those memories flashed before John's eyes — the stolen glances across crowded rooms, the shared laughter in the face of adversity, and the whispered promises of a life beyond the military. Now, those dreams seemed like distant echoes, fading into the darkness.
"I'm here, I'm right here, love" he murmured, his voice a desperate beg to whatever bastard God might be listening. The words hung in the air, unanswered, as the distant sounds of gunfire served as a haunting backdrop to your farewell.
The pain etched on your face spoke volumes, telling a story of battles fought and wounds endured. John's eyes stung with unshed tears as he traced the outline of your face, committing every detail to memory. He wished he could freeze this moment, make time stand still, and keep you with him always.
"Stay with me, please...i cant lose you too.." he pleaded, his voice cracking with the weight of his grief. But the shadows in your eyes deepened, and he knew the answer even before you whispered it. The battlefield had claimed its toll, and the cost was immeasurable.
John cradled you in his arms, a futile attempt to shield you from the harsh realities of war. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of grief and regret. He pressed his forehead against yours, whispering words of love and loss as if trying to carve them into the fabric of time.
The night wore on, the moon making its slow descent on the horizon. John stayed there, holding you, unwilling to let go. In the quiet of that desolate corner of the camp, a captain knelt beside his fallen partner, surrounded by the ghosts of what could have been.
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Faded Memories (Muichiro x sister reader)
(Warning: Spoilers for season three of demon slayer and Muichiro's backstory. Gore, death, reader death, angst, blood.)
(Y/N) quietly slid the door of her home open to see her brother, Muichiro, kneeling next to their mother as she let out a string of coughs. A frown appeared on the little girl's face as she slowly approached the pair. Her mother lay on the mat, a cloth placed on her forehead in an attempt to comfort her. (Y/N) joined her brother at their mother's side, both of them looking down at the woman, neither of them said anything, only focused on the ill woman.
"Don't worry, father will be back soon" Muichiro told his mom, the storm still raging on outside of the small home. The woman didn't reply, eyes closed tightly as two of her children tried their best to comfort her. Muichiro quickly took the cloth off of her forehead and dipped it back into the nearby pale of water. (Y/N) placed a hand on the woman's forehead, winching at how hot it felt.
"She's burning up" the little girl commented, looking over at Muichiro as he placed the now damp cloth back on his mother's forehead. The two watch helplessly that night as their mother succumbs to her illness, little did they know, their father had met his own death after falling off of a cliff.
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Muichiro, Yuichiro, and (Y/N) all worked together to cut wood, having to take care of themselves since the death of their parents. Muichiro had remained optimistic despite the circumstances, though Yuichiro wasn't keen on pretending that everything would be ok. (Y/N) did her best to keep her spirits up and keep her brothers from fighting as often as she could, though it didn't work. After a particularly bad fight the two brothers weren't talking to each other very often, (Y/N) being the only one either of them would openly communicate with. One night (Y/N) lay awake, the heat making it hard for her to fall asleep. The area was mostly silent aside from the quiet sound of crickets chirping outside. The little girl's attention was so focused on staring up at the ceiling that she didn't notice the shadowy figure entering the house. When she did spot the stranger she could feel her entire body begin to shake with fear. Her heart began to race as she remained still, hoping whoever had broken into her home would leave without noticing her. However, much to her horror the figure turned to face her and in an instant, they pounced on her. (Y/N) didn't even get the chance to scream before the figure's hand covered her mouth. Tears welled up in the little girl's eyes as the stranger raised their other hand and within a second, the little girl's life was swiftly brought to an end.
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Muichiro slowly opened his eyes as he sat up, the heat bothering him to the point where he couldn't stay asleep. The little boy slowly got to his feet and made his way across the room to get some water, however, he noticed a tall figure out of the corner of his eyes. Muichiro slowly turned his head to face whoever it was, only for his eyes to go wide with horror when he noticed the fact that the figure was holding his sister's bloody body in its grasp. The little girl's eyes had gone dull, and blood stained the area around her neck. (Y/N)'s limp form dangled from the figure's grasp as Muichiro found himself staring in horror.
"(Y/-(Y/N) the little boy said, hearing his voice the figure turned to face him, dropping the little girl's body to the floor. Muichiro was too scared to move as the shadowy stranger prepared to finish him off as well.
"Muichiro!" Yuichiro called out, rushing forward. He jumped in front of his brother, getting his arm sliced off in the process. Both boys dropped to the floor in shock, Muichiro doing his best to comfort his brother. He pulled both himself and Yuichiro toward the corner of the room, the two being cornered by their attacker. Suddenly, Muichiro felt something deep in the pit of his stomach. An intense feeling of rage bubbled over as a scream louder than ever before escaped his lips.
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Muichiro stared at the battered body of the demon, rocks having crushed its head and its limbs impaled with wooded spikes. The sun slowly started to rise and as the light reached the creature it turned into ashes. Muichiro turned back to his home, his body feeling heavy. He fell to the ground but forced himself back to his home. The inside was covered with blood and both Yuichiro and (Y/N) lay on the floor. (Y/N) was completely limp, eyes open, but dull. Her neck was sliced open, dried blood staining the area. Yuichiro was still alive, but barley. The place where his arm used to be was bleeding, and he was muttering to himself. Tears welling up in his eyes, Muichiro crawled toward his brother. Finally, he began to solve as it dawned on him. He was all alone.
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