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mamm0nsmainwif3 · 1 month

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Mortality

Ft:Mc, mammon

Game: obey me shall we date

Tw:character death, disturbing topics

Just please don’t interact if you can’t handle these types of ANGST fics 😭

Gender neutral MC

LESSON 16 SPOILERS

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It was just like any other day in the HoL, Lucifer was in his study running through paper after paper.

Mammon was in his bedroom sitting on his couch, counting Grimm and binding any devil points he had.

Leviathan sitting down infront of his computer waiting anxiously for the next “SSR limited ruri-chan!” Figure to go on auction.

Satan was in the library, looking around for a book about healing herbs for one of asmos face masks.

Asmodeus found himself sitting at his vanity, light shining down on his face as he fixed his eyeliner and lightly curled his Lucious hair.

Beelzebub? We all know where he was, Beel was in the kitchen slamming down the whole refrigerator after a long workout at the gym with his friends.

Mc well they- wait? Where is Mc?

Mc was running, hastily up the stairs to meet the beloved demon they have been sneaking to every night, it’s not like they liked him but he was one of their friends. And the thrill of defying Lucifer Lord of pride was way too good to stop!

There they sat, outside the bars of the attic having yet another conversation with the demon.

Wishing to be closer to him, Mc put their all into getting rid of those bars.

And one day, they did! Running up those same steps, to see that same demon, the one they have been seeing for almost a month now!

They were all antsy, trembling with excitement as belphegor opened his strong arms

Mc began to walk to belphegor, opening their arms just as wide, suddenly they were frozen, his hands gripping tightly on their throat as their feet raised from the ground

They gasped for air, they tried to scream, nothing came out but the gurgled sounds of pain.

Once belphegor was sure that they weren’t moving quite as much anymore..he threw them roughly to the ground, kicking them down the stairs letting their body roll to the bottom.

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Every brother in the house heard the loud maniacal laughter that filled their ears, not only did they recognize that laugh as their younger brother who was supposed to be in the human realm, they heard the thuds as the human laid at the bottom of the stairs

Switching to Mammons pov here! :)

Mammon heard the loud thuds, the maniacal laughter of his little brother.

But thats not all, he felt his humans pact tug for him, were they hurt?

Mammon was so confused, he didn’t know what to do but his first instinct was to get to his human as soon as possible, he ran faster than he’d ever ran before, when he got to the stair room, he saw Mc laying on the ground barely breathing, belphegor was being held back by Beelzebub while Lucifer in a panic was scolding and ordering around his brothers.

Mammons heart dropped in his chest as he stared at them.

Wasn’t he their protector?

And if so..why are they laying across from him half dead, he promised them, he told them that if he couldn’t protect them than they might as well die.

Mammons legs carried him to mc where he scooped their body into his arms

His brothers watched as mammon began to sob and tremble, he felt his heart ripping apart in his chest, he hadn’t cried this hard since Lilith

He held them tightly to his chest

He never meant it when he called it you a stupid human Mc

He didn’t mean it, so please keep your eyes open

Give him another chance to prove himself

He held their hand tightly and watched as their eyes shut, his tears dropping onto their face

…

He had loved them since the beginning

Ever since he laid their eyes on him he didn’t want to admit it but they were the most beautiful/handsome human he had ever laid his eyes on.

He wished he had admitted his love to them sooner

To their face

But now here he is, admitting it to their headstone, resting a bouquet of yellow roses on their grave next to the photo of them that was hung up

Mammon pressed his lips to it gently

He gripped the dirt tightly and lowered his head in respect..

In respect for the human he had loved

In respect for the human that had him kicking his feet and giggling whenever they shot him a text

In respect for the human that reminded him he wasn’t a filthy scum, but a demon lord

In respect for his human.

#obey me #obey me mammon angst #obey me nightbringer #mammon x reader #obey me mammon

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kidshowsarecool · 2 months

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The Day He Left Home

TW:Character Death

“Move back! Please be cautious!!”

The fire burns the building away. Cars and people are running out, some are heavily injured or damaged. Cover in dark smoke, rescuers race in and out with anyone who is in. Firefighters and police cars trying to cool down the burning flames on the building

Ryan raced down the road to the hospital . His cart was full of injured and sick people. As a year old medical car, this was what he does all the time. His siren alerts any cars as he drives. Reaching the hospital, his back is open and nurses and doctor come out to bring the injured people inside. A knock on his cart meant that he was a clear and he could head back.

"Come on, people need us" One of his co-workers yelled and they rushed back. The building was as still on fire as they arrived. The rest of the medical crew left leaving the firefighters and the officers to keep the flame down.

"This fire isn't calming down." Ryan mumbled to Sam. A good friend of Ryan that worked as an officer. Currently he was trying to put the fire down with the extinguishers

"Yeah. But we were able to get everyone out. That the good part" He responded.

Then they heard a cry for help. It came from the second story of the building. It sounded young.. like a child.

"There's a kid in there!" Ryan exclaims. Everyone's eyes widen but one of the captain step in.

"Keep putting the fire out! Focus on the fire!" He turns to Ryan with a stern but sad look.

"It's too dangerous right now to send anyone in. The fire is really out of control."

"So we're leaving a kid to die?!"

"We have two Members in there. They’ll eventually find the ."The captain said and he moved away.

Ryan did not like that answer. He glanced at the fire extinguishers and the building entrance. It wasn't engulfed in flames yet. He could transform and save the kid like that.

"I'm going in!" Ryan declared and transformed. Sam looked back and shakes his head

“Ryan, you can’t stay in your transformed mode for long! You’ll lock up and if something happens in there, you wouldn’t be able to move! Just wait for them to find the kid!”

“It doesn’t matter! There’s a life in danger right now! Sitting here does nothing ” He continues and grabs an extinguisher. He rushes toward the building with Sam yelling for him to come back.

“Ryan! What about Solana!? Your kids need you!” But it’s all ignored as he goes inside. Sam feels the dread creeping in.

“Sam! Come on! Stop staring and put the fire out!”

“Yes, Sir!”

—-

It was really hot. The fire hadn’t made itself too bad in the hallway he was walking in. The smoke was thick which isn’t too good. The kid could have passed out somewhere.

“Hey, if you’re here, I’m going to get you out! Just yell or make a noise! Something that will let me know you’re here!” Ryan calls out. He didn’t hear much and began to worry. He used the extinguisher to continue along the hallways. Suddenly a cough was heard and Ryan goes into a room, revealing a child hiding under a table.

“There you are, come on. We gotta get you out of here. Can you walk?” He asked. The child nods and crawls out. Ryan ushers him to the exit as quickly as he can. The smoke was significantly larger now and they were both coughing. The extinguisher ran out when they were almost to the exit.

“Hey, I got a kid coming down the left side building exit. Make the sure you can get him out” Ryan states to the rescue crew.

“Roger.” With that, he turns to the kid.

“Go ahead. You’ll be safe. It’s going to be okay.” He smiled. The kid nods and rushes down the hallway and down the stairs. Ryan watches and sighs with relief. However, just as he was about to move, he heard something break. A loud bam send him into the walls knocking him out

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Sam watches as the kid runs out and into one of the officers. That was good. Now he just had to hope for Ryan to come ou-

A crash sound was heard loudly. Some of the firefighters back away as they hear it.

"Ryan! Ryan! Say something!" Sam exclaims through his radio. "Ryan answered me!" Sam began to panic. "Please!"

—-

"Nghh.." Ryan groaned as he tried to open his eyes. They shot open as he realized where he was. Debris blocked him from the exit, the smoke was stronger and so was the smell of gas

"I gotta..get out of here" Ryan mumbled as he tried to get up. As he stood, he tried to move his arm but it stiffly stays put.

"No! Not now!" He moves as fast as he can however his legs stop midair and he crashes on the floor.

"No! Don't lock up now up!" Ryan tried to stand but he couldn't feel his legs. Something hits his head and he realized the ceiling hasn't fallen yet. But the cracks and the small dust coming down said it was coming soon

"Ryan! Where are you!" A voice comes from his radio. Ryan forces himself into a sitting position with his other arm and answers. His vision was swimming and he groans

"Sam…" He coughed

"Thank goodness! Where are you!? Get out of the building right now!"

"I can't.. can't move anything."

"Ah! Ryan, I told you this was going to happen! I'll get you out don't-"

"No. You can't Sam.. I think.. I'm done for'"

"What!? No you're not!"

"I smell.. gas.. smoke.. so strong" He coughed again. "Ceiling is going.. collapse."

"No! Please hang on!"

The begging of his friend made him really upset. However, the feeling he wasn't going to see his family again made it even worse.

"Sam.." Ryan laughed sadly. "Tell my family I love them and I'm sorry."

"Ryan!" He shuts off his radio

What an idiot he was. Never again would he see Solana,and her beautiful face. He was never gonna watch Thomas grow up. He wasn't able to fulfill the promise he made to Roy.. His oldest boy wanted to become a rescuer and he promised he would train him once he was old enough. He really hoped this wouldn’t affect them too badly.. but he knew it would.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled with tears in eyes. He closed his eyes,thinking about his family while waiting for his death.

—-

“Pick up!” Sam couldn’t believe this. He was about to run whether or not anyone was going to let him but-

BAM

Another explosion came from the building. Few rescuers got knocked back hard , and some of the vehicles were pushed to the side.

“Was there anyone in there?!” The captain yells.

“Yeah- some of the rescuers- I think“

Sam just eyed the building in horror. He nearly fell to the ground as he knew what had just happened to his friend.

“Ah, I hate that we need to do this but we need help from the flying vehicles from the other town. It’s getting out of hand”

‘Please Ryan. Hold on.’ Sam though.

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Nearly an hour later, they finally put the fire out. Sam volunteers to find anyone or anything to salvage. He did find a couple of unfortunate pets who didn’t escape, some of their teammates, one who was found heavily injured and barely clinging on to life. The others were passed out.

Then he found Ryan. He saw a speck of red under some of the rubble and dug him. It almost looked like he was sleeping.. if there weren't so many dent and a hole in his side… that showed the machinery for them to work... half blown up

“No, No, No!” Sam took out a device that could tell them whether they were alive or not. He scanned desperately, just hoping...

The line was flat. It made a loud long beeping noise as if someone died. Sam fell to his knees and looked at the lifeless body.

“No! You were supposed to make it out! Your kids! Your wife! Why?! Why?!” Sam screamed. He punched the floor and shaked..

“Sam! What’s happening?!” The captain asked. Then he saw the body and sighed. He touches Sam’s shoulder,

“I’m sorry.. I know this is hard.. but we need to focus on everyone who might be alive ” The captain said, grabbing a walkie talkie

“Operator Ryan Mitchell is down. Operator Mitchell is down"

#robocar poli #Ryan #Sam #jp writing

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mundrakan · 4 months

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Prompt: Brave

@wolfstarmicrofic - 107 words

TW:Character death, grief

“You have to be brave now.” Remus held Harry's shoulders, trying to explain the unexplainable, trying to tell him Sirius gone, couldn't be brought back from the veil, trying to find a way to convince him it was not his fault.

“Easy for you to say. What do you even know?” Harry lashed out in his pain, and Remus closed his eyes, constantly reminding himself that he didn't know, and that there was no point in telling him now. Meanwhile his room, his bed, the very pillow he would rest his head on tonight still smelled of Sirius, but wouldn't any more, far too soon.

#wolfstar microfic

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ilikedinosaursverymuch · 1 year

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Sorrows

Hello everyone! I'm not really sure how I start this out but I'm just go for it. Not at all proof read

TW:Character Death

The Only time I feel in love with someone. I never got to touch them or really say I loved them, Because You Belonged to someone else you wasn't me... I was always there for you I was your rock You were my inspiration. Where did we go wrong my dear friend. I cared for you and You choose her.... I knew she made you happy yet I was happy when she didn't wake up. When you died I felt remorse. I'm sorry Draken

#tokyo revengers imagines #angst #first post #bored af #draken #ken ryuguji #ken ryuuguji angst #im sorry lol

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thezathmanatscienceeducationblog · 1 month

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Ensnared

by: Zath Manat March 21, 2024 A space sci-fi tragedy. Based on True Events. TW:Character death

Deck log of the Heart of Gold private space vessel.

Entry number 16436.

Entered on interstellar standard date: 031.225.42

Recorded by the onboard A.I.

When I picked up a distress beacon from a fellow Earth ship, I relayed the message to the captain immediately.

I was hopeful.

If we were able to complete a successful rescue, perhaps the Heart of Gold’s sole human occupant would finally have companionship. As the ship’s A.I., it was, after all, my job to ensure her well-being. I knew she needed the company of her own kind.

But humans had become few and far between these days.

And I’d feared that my captain might be the last one remaining. Hearing the news of a fellow Earth ship in the region summoned her full attention and she dropped the task she’d previously been working on.

“Any information on the condition of the vessel? Number of occupants? What sort of trouble they’ve run into?”

“The signal I’ve intercepted is a general distress beacon of human origin. Apologies, Captain, I don’t have any further data.”

“That’s alright, Ship. How far to the signal’s point of origin?”

She sounded as hopeful as I was. Determined.

“Slightly less than an hour, Captain.”

“Go ahead and lay in a course for the distress signal’s point of origin. Full speed.”

She sat in the flight control seat, tense. My processes are fully automated, and she knew I would have alerted her to any concerning change in status. But she needed a distraction. So, she busied herself by focusing on the readings from the instrument panel as she awaited our arrival.

She was only 26 years old. Only about a quarter of the way through the natural lifespan of a human. But her features looked sunken and haggard due to stress and slight malnutrition.

Space had become increasingly hazardous to navigate. Access to the asteroids and minor planets with the resources required to power the ship’s engines and food replicators had become increasingly difficult due to the actions of hostile forces.

We didn’t have much to share with the distressed vessel's occupants. But I knew my captain would give whatever she could. It had been too long since the captain had seen another human. And a Ship’s A.I. is no substitute for human companionship.

I signaled our approach, “We’re within hailing distance of the fellow Earth ship, Captain.”

I watched as she drew a deep breath.

The path had been laden with infinite potential outcomes, from easily manageable repairs to unresolvable catastrophes. Visual contact with the other ship would inevitably collapse most of those potentials into strictly defined parameters within which we would need to operate.

She was resolute, but her voice had an almost imperceptible tremble. Apprehension. Anticipation.

“On screen.”

Our cautious optimism was shattered.

She turned away from the sight on-screen and closed her eyes.

“That's just great.”

She internally recalculated how to proceed.

“Arachnean webs...”

The ship on screen was intractably ensnared in a tangle of massive, interwoven strands that seemed to emerge from nowhere. Each strand’s ends seemed to trail off into nothingness -- as if tethered to another realm. Amidst the infinite blackness, they shimmered in the ship’s navigation lights like strands of moonlit dewdrops.

These webs came courtesy of those aforementioned hostile forces. The Arachneans, as the humans called them, were the most destructive of all space-faring species.

They left death traps littered throughout the galaxy. Webs that ensnared the ships of hapless travelers, deactivated their life-support systems and rapidly depleted their oxygen stores.

We’d be safe as long as we didn’t approach any closer.

“I’m sorry.” It was all I could offer.

She opened her eyes and forced herself to stare at the screen.

“Should we return to our previous heading?” I asked.

“No. Hail them. There may still be someone alive onboard.”

“If so, there won’t be for very long.”

(As an A.I., perhaps tact is not my strong suit. ...But I could not see the benefit in torturing oneself with a short-lived emotional entanglement that would quickly end in tragedy.)

“Hail them, Ship.” It isn’t in my nature to argue. So, I hailed the other ship.

“Hello, this is Captain Ellen Shaw of the Heart of Gold. Do you read me?”

There was a brief pause, then a crackle of static from the other ship followed by a short chuckle.

“Captain Shaw, nice to meet you. Don’t get too close if you know what’s good for you. I hope you know I’m a lost cause. ...Always have been. But even more so now.”

The captain leaned forward attentively.

“That may be. But you don’t have to be alone. If you don’t want to be.”

Another pause from the stranger, then he replied.

“Welp...it’s times like this -- when I’m caught in a giant, interdimensional spider web, fifteen odd minutes from my certain demise -- that I wish I’d listened to what my mother told me when I was a kid.”

The captain eased back into her chair and gave a wry and knowing chuckle.

“...Why?” She ventured cautiously. “What...did she tell you?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t listen.”

A smile, tinged with sadness, spread across the captain’s face.

“A quote from Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. My favorite book series.” She replied.

“’Heart of Gold.’ I knew you’d get it.” His breathing sounded labored.

“You got a name, friend? Or maybe I should just call you Ford Prefect.”

“...Ian. Ian...Jackson. Sole occupant of the Don’t Panic!” There was effort in his speech. Though he seemed to be trying to hide it, with geniality.

“I can tell we would have been friends.” She said, wistfully.

“Well...we still can be. For a few minutes.”

His responses grew slower and more lethargic as their short conversation progressed.

She continued quietly talking to him for a long time after he stopped responding.

When there was nothing left to be said, she stared straight ahead out the ship’s view screen at Captain Jackson’s dead ship.

“There may still be other humans out there.” I finally offered.

“Don’t worry about me, Ship.” She replied. “I’m glad I got to meet him. So that he didn’t have to be alone at the end. That would be dreadful to be alone at the end -- without another human. You did good, alerting me to the distress signal. Thank you. ...Return to our previous heading.”

We didn’t get far.

I had never seen Arachnean ships from such a close distance before.

But then, I suppose not many have, who have lived to tell about it.

Several rushed at us from all angles. They surrounded us and began closing in.

Corralling us.

Into a web.

“Evasive maneuvers, Ship!”

“I’m trying, Captain. They have us surrounded.”

A whining whistle issued from the ship’s P.A. system, alerting us that we were being hailed.

“On screen!” The captain exclaimed.

She recoiled, and her eyes bulged in terror at the sight of the alien-being standing...or sitting? before us. Its morphology was as strange and indecipherable as the uncanny cacophony of noises it emitted.

“Is it...speaking? What is it saying? Demands? An ultimatum? Can you parse it?”

“Attempting to translate. This may take a while.”

A look of determination seized her features. She stood from her seat

“YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!” She shouted at the screen. “Ship, cut transmission. Full power to the thrusters. Tolerances be damned; we can think about repairs after we assure our survival.”

“Channeling full power to the thrusters and engaging...”

I diverted all energy reserves to our escape attempt.

“We’re not making any headway, Captain. We’re caught in a tractor beam. They’re pulling us in... I’m sorry, Captain. There’s nothing I can do.”

She dropped to her knees.

“No.” Tears streamed silently down her face. “...please, no.”

“Captain, please try to relax and slow your breathing. Your vital signs are dangerously beyond nominal range.”

I had few words of comfort that could be realistically offered.

She clutched her chest and crumpled forward.

“Your vital signs indicate that you are experiencing a cardiac emergency.”

Within moments of the start of the captain’s medical emergency, the alien tractor beam lost its hold on us.

“Captain, we’re free. The tractor beam has deactivated. I am laying in a course away from the web, full speed.”

She lifted herself into her seat with great effort, still clutching her chest. I desperately hoped her condition could improve now that the stress of capture was removed. ...But I was doubtful.

“I’ve completed the translation of the alien message.”

Her voice was strained. “Let’s hear it.”

“We come in peace. We apologize on behalf of other members of our species. We have created a protected area. We wish to offer you safety and the benefit of our advanced technologies. You will be given sanctuary among other members of your kind.”

“Ugh!” She continued clutching her chest in pain. “It might be a trick...I don’t know. ...I don’t know what to do, Ship. But I need help. Go back.”

There was nothing more I could offer her on my own.

“Understood.”

I reversed course.

When the Aracheans boarded, Captain Shaw was unconscious.

I watched as they attempted to revive her. Desperately, fervently, they applied their technologies and techniques. Fruitlessly.

I was not able to translate their words in real time.

After they disembarked, leaving her lifeless body behind, I listened to the translation.

Four distinct alien voices.

The first voice sounded frantic. Surprisingly invested in someone who wasn’t even of the same species. “Come on, come on, PLEASE come back to us! PLEASE hang in there. Oh no, oh no...we’re losing her.”

The second voice, desperate, then resigned. “We can’t lose her! ...We’ve lost her.”

The third voice sounded remorseful: “Forgive us. We’re so sorry. We’ve lost her, and there were already so few of them left.”

The fourth reflected on their actions with an eye toward a new plan: “We can’t help them this way. They’re not right for it. Their species can’t survive captivity. It’s too late for this one. We have to find a different way to help them. If we can. We’re so sorry.”

There was no human ear onboard to hear the message once I translated it.

It is uncertain whether humans and their distinctive way of life still exist anywhere.

If they do, I hope the misguided group of Arachneans who attempted to save Captain Shaw are more successful in their future attempts.

As there are no more crew aboard, no further log entries shall be made.

Ship’s A.I. will self-deactivate at the end of this entry.

Log entry concludes.

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The Vaquita Porpoise and Operation Vaquita CPR

There are estimated to be fewer than twenty vaquita porpoises left in existence (1,2) . At only 4.9 feet long, vaquitas are the world’s smallest cetacean species (1,2). They exhibit white and dark-grey counter shading and they have distinctive dark coloration around the eyes and mouth (1,2). Like dolphins, they use echolocation to navigate and find food (1,2). Their vocalizations are distinctive from those of dolphins and are said to sound similar to the snort of a pig. The vaquita porpoise is not found anywhere except for the Sea of Cortez (1,2).

While pollution and climate change have destabilized the ecosystem in this region making it more difficult for this species to survive, the primary threat to this unique species is gillnets (2). Gillnets are used to capture the similarly sized totoaba fish – which are illegally hunted for their swim highly valued swim bladders (1,2) . Vaquita frequently become entangled in the nets as bycatch (1,2). Vaquita are mammals and must resurface frequently for air (1,2). Once caught in the gillnets, they rapidly drown (1,2).

In 2017, a conservation group known as Vaquita CPR captured a young adult female vaquita with the hopes of keeping her in a protected area as part of a captive breeding program (1). She went into cardiac arrest due to the stress of capture (1). The conservation team released her when they realized she was in distress but she circled back and returned to them(1). The team attempted to resuscitate her to no avail and she expired (1). The captive breeding program was subsequently abandoned (1). We will have to find another way to counteract the destruction fellow members of our species have wrought. Programs like Sea Shepherd Conservation Society continue to combat the use of dangerous gillnets (3). References

Bogle, S. (2018). Souls of the Vermilion Sea. [Film]. Wild Lens Inc. Retrieved 22 February 2023. https://www.wildlensinc.org/film-productions/souls-of-the-vermilion-sea-feature/

2. Fisheries, N. (2023, January 30). Vaquita. https://www.fisheries.noaa.gov/species/vaquita

3. Sea Shepherd Conservation Society. (n.d.). Protecting Marine Wildlife Worldwide. https://seashepherd.org/

#Conservation #Ocean Conservation #Vaquita Porpoise #Sci Fi #Short Story

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saturn-valleys · 2 years

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A Goodbye

There's nothing like revamping an OC by writing her death scene first 😌✨

Anyway I wrote this because while I did like the season finale, there were some things that could have been better. So why not change a few things by adding an original character to add all that unnecessary angst too! Idk it was just a silly little thought. Anyway on to the fic!

⚠️MAJOR VOL 2 SPOILERS⚠️

TW:character death, mentions of blood

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When Teresa thought of dying she always thought she'd die of old age or a car crash or from eating too much chocolate. Silly yet possible scenarios that would make sense and maybe even cause some people to giggle at how silly it was.

But as her back hits the muck covered floor, an endless amount for bat monsters and a huge chunk of flesh missing on her side. It was getting hard to breathe. Blood oozed out of her mouth. The smelling hitting her nose and choking her.

Yeah. This really wasn't how she expected things to go.

She hears voices calling for…something. She hears the pounding of…shoes hitting the ground rapidly like….running?

"Teresa!" Oh right. Dustin and Eddie are here too, that's good. Or bad, the bats could wake up or something and they could get hurt. That's okay though, she'll protect them. She just needs to take a quick break.

"Teresa oh god oh god!" Dustin exclaimed as the two reached the woman on the ground. She tried to smile at them but all she could muster was a painful grimace. Eddie looked down at her wounds hoping, begging to any kind of god that they weren't as bad like Steve's. Harrington survived, why can't she? But one look down and the answer was clear and it showed on his stupid face.

"That bad huh?" She joked, a small choked chuckle escaped her, causing more blood to leak from her mouth.

"No no no! It's going to be okay, we're going to get you out of here and get you to a hospital or something okay?" Dustin said through tears. It hurts Teresa's slowly beating heart.

"Okay" She says regardless, Dustin and Eddie work to pull her up, they manage but the screams of pain are unbearable. They rip out of her as the metallic taste returns to her mouth. Tears she's been holding are flowing with no restraints. "Please! Please stop please! It hurts!" She sobs out. Eddie and Dustin lower her back down with a whimper. The two look down at her with frustrated sorrow. Dustin's already sniffling, big blotchy tears rolling down his face, Eddie's just the same but tries to control himself as he sees his friend; his best friend, the one who he might have just met just recently but has meant alot to him regardless, bleeding out. And there's nothing he could do to help. He was useless once again.

"Guess Theo's going to be an only child after all." Teresa says softly, a wheeze escapes her at the silly thought. "Wish I could tell him goodbye."

"You won't have to, because we'll get you out of here." Dustin said tearfully, Teresa shook her head as much as she could. "I'm sorry kid, not this time." She whispered, a small barely there smile on her blood covered lips. Teresa moves a bloodied hand to Dustin's face. "It's going to be okay." She looked at Eddie then, her smile growing tighter, wanting to reassure them even if it was pointless. "You're going to have to help Harrington with the kids okay. God knows he'll need it." She choked. Tears rolling down her face, blurring her vision. Eddie tried to grin but his bottom lip trembled as he tried to prevent a sob from escaping. "Graduate for me will ya? This is your year remember?" It was getting harder to breathe now.

Eddie lets out a tearful chuckle. Even as she's dying, Teresa Murphy decides to use her final breaths by joking around. " '86 baby." He replies. Teresa hums and grins, more tears blurring her vision. " '86 baby." She says quietly.

She was getting sleepy. Could barely feel her muscles at all, all she could do was look at the two boys, gosh she's going to miss them. "I love you guys." She whimpers out, letting herself feel sad for herself. Sad that she won't see the party grow up. Sad that she won't see Eddie's band play or babysit Dustin even though he is not a baby anymore. Sad she won't see any of Lucas' games anymore. Sad that she won't see the Byers again. Sad that she won't be able to hug El again or help Will with his drawings. Sad that she won't hear any of Robin's crazy but loveable rambles or Steve's complaints but endearments of being the babysitter again. Sad she won't be able to help Nancy with her journalism gigs. And sad she'll have to leave Theo alone. A twin without a twin. What a tragic tale.

Gosh she was going to miss them so much. But having at least two of her favorite people, her family here with her, made death…not that bad.

"We love you too." Dustin said tearfully. Eddie nodded, too hurt to say anything.

Teresa's eyes glossed over. Letting out her final breath as she looked up at them.

Yeah…it wasn't so bad.

Dustin felt her body become limp. His red rimmed eyes widening. "Teresa?" He said, looking at the girl, her eyes looking up but not at him. Not at anything. "Teresa please no!" He whimpered out. He shook her, hoping that she was just taking a nap with her eyes open like she always did. But nothing happened. She didn't move. "Teresa please!" His sobs getting louder. Eddie moved to bring the boy into his arms,he quickly wrapped his arms around him tightly, his face in his chest as he sobbed. Eddie;at that point let himself cry as well.

Cause nothings going to change what happened.

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A/N hope you guys like it! Comments and likes are really encouraged I want to know what you think!

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The Last Sound

Day 1 of Agony April (@agonyapril2022)

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Charcter/s involved: Katsuki Bakugo and Reader

Word Count: 257

Prompt: Explosion

WARNING: Reader Death

It wasn’t meant to end this way, your life.

It was a rescue mission, there wasn’t meant to be any villains, it was reported as a natural occurrence.

“There has been an earthquake” The Commission had stated, “Nothing points to villains.”

You shouldn’t have believed them, The Commission was never corrected in their assumptions of natural events, it would have saved you from your current predicament of being under one of the support beams of the structure you had been clearing.

You could hear the sounds of screams of others trapped, most were just screaming out to god for them to be rescued but you knew better, using what strength you had left in your body you reached for your phone and dialed the two men you could rely on.

Before the men could talk you mastered a quick, “Villain attack at my location, save the others before me, will is in the office safe.”

You heard Bakugo’s scream over the phone before closing your eyes to conserve energy even though you knew you weren’t getting out of this situation alive.

You could also hear the sound of the other man, “Stay awake Y/N, talk me through your injuries.”

So you took what seemed like a deep breath, “Legs are pinned, can't move my toes, i think I’m bleeding at the waist but not sure but…” That was when you coughed, “I have internal bleeding.”

Those were the last words that left your mouth as you heard the explosions nearing as everything went black and still.

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Sand and Stars - Chapter Seven

Series Summary: After the water pump being blown up, the insurgents in Baqubah are taking a hold of the food supply to the village. Camp Warhorse is in dire need of reinforcements. It has been eight months of submitting countless requests when the High Command commissions Sergeant Olivia Ross to take her group of men and women and help Captain Syverson and his team to restore a semblance of normalcy. But with the war raging, does it get two hearts closer too?

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC x OMC

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: 18+, character death, angst, blood, gore, mentions of war, military technicalities (thread with caution)

A/N: This chapter was very difficult to write as I hadn’t written about losing a loved one before. But the entire experience of delving into the psyche of someone who is troubled by such loss was heart-breaking. I also took some inspiration from the song Hold On by Chord Overstreet. Also, I know I include army warfare a little bit, the references is only limited to what I know from media, I’m sorry for any inaccuracies.

As always, @thelastsock was the helpful beta with her wonderful ideas. I love you for being with me while I write this series.

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<Chapter Six

Title: Chapter Seven

Darkness. Pain. Screaming. Olivia groaned as she tried to move. Her head throbbed along her temple, the helmet feeling like it weighed a hundred pounds. She opened her eyes, wincing at the light and heat that assaulted her. The shrill ringing in her ears making it difficult to concentrate on the next step. Wet sand and soil caking her skin as she tried to rub her face into some semblance of painless clarity. Her leg. The pain getting more intense as her leg swam into focus. No obvious injuries, maybe a fracture.

She blinked her eyes slowly, taking in her surroundings and finally registering what had happened. A straining wail sounded from the wreckage of their chopper. Gary. She pushed herself on her hands wincing as pain shot up her shoulder. She glanced at her arm; a piece of metal was sticking out from it. With a trembling hand, she took a deep breath and pulled the metal shard out, tears brimming in her eyes as blood oozed out from the gash running in rivulets and soaking her sleeve. She applied pressure on her wound, pressing her eyes shut as she tried to breathe through her pain.

Another painful wail sounded from the side of wreckage, making her grab onto the broken blades of the chopper sticking out from the sand to steady herself. She dragged her feet on the soil, stumbling to reach where her Sergeant was.

When she rounded the body of the Little Bird, she wasn't quite sure what she was seeing. Odd angles and red. So much red. Schmidt pinned under the tail. Blood spurting out his mouth with every breath. His leg was being crushed by the metal wreck and his arm was twisted in an inhuman angle with crimson liquid matting his entire body. Olivia fell to her knees next to her friend, sobs leaving her lips and tears streaming down her soiled cheeks.

“Gary, hey, hold on.” She unclasped the belt of his helmet, pulling it off and throwing it away.

Schmidt took a shuddering breath when Olivia took his hands in his. “I-I don’t…”

“You won’t,” She interjected, understanding exactly what he wanted to say. She lied. She knew he was going to bleed out and she wouldn’t be able to help. She blinked away the welling tears and looked around trying to spot anyone in their vicinity. The faint sound of gunshots came from a distance. “Someone will come looking for us.” She tried to speak with confidence, but her voice was faltering as Schmidt’s grip loosened in her hand.

“My wife…my kids…” He stuttered, blood beginning to flow out of his nostrils. “Tell them…I will always…love them.”

“You tell them that yourself, Gary. You hear me?” She grabbed at his fatigues, fisting them in her blood covered hand. “You are not dying.” She could hear his breath coming out short as he gasped for air.

Gary elicited a mixture of laugh and a cry, tears streaming down the side of his face, making a trail on his dusty skin. “C’mon Red…we know…I’m short of time.”

Liv held onto his hand again desperately trying to will him away from the clutches of death. She watched with hazy eyes as her friend held onto the last thread of life, gasping in air and spitting out blood. Her mind pictured the time she had met his wife and his children; how his life partner had made Olivia promise she’d keep her husband safe. Her heart ached as she watched her best friend, her family, slipping from her hands.

The unmistakable rumble of a Humvee’s engine soared Olivia’s hope to save her friend. Over a rocky sand dune, the beige metal vehicle rode up and made its way towards them. She laughed at the realization that they were her men, coming to save them.

“Gary…” She began, only to look down and be met with the vacant eyes of her Sergeant staring blankly up into the sky. There were no more shaky breaths leaving from his unmoving lips, his body laid limply, and his hand slipped from hers. “No, no, no.” She stuttered her words, trying to shake him awake.

“Sergeant!” Her men's voices mixed into one another as they called out. She offered no resistance as they hauled her up by her shoulders and hustled her into the back of the Humvee.

Everything was a clouded haze after that. She had watched as Gary’s lifeless body was slid in the tight space between them. Sloan called out to her from beside her, but Liv’s voice seemed to have gotten trapped in her throat. Someone had closed Gary’s eyes for which Olivia was thankful. At least now she didn’t have to look into his eyes and be met with the disappointment in failing to save his life.

***

Sy paced in front of the gate, glancing at his watch and back to the road. He had been informed at the camp about the situation. His heart was racing, he hated not knowing. He expected the worst, always, but not knowing who was coming back in a body bag had him on edge.

As the whirring blades of the Medevac came into view, so did the vehicles making their way towards the gate. He stepped to the side as the metal barriers were opened, letting the cars enter the compound. Everyone rushed to the injured team; bruised and battered soldiers climbed out of the cars. Sy spotted Sierra who was clutching her bleeding shoulder, two other men drenched in blood being helped to the helicopter. When he saw Olivia stumble out of the back of the Humvee, his heart dropped.

Liv looked like she was walking in a daze. Her arm was covered in blood, soil and sand matted on her face and she limped when she walked. Sy gently placed a hand on her shoulder, drawing her attention to him.

“Liv,” He said cautiously. When her eyes met his they looked lost, distant and far away.

“I’m okay.” Her brittle voice cut through Sy’s heart. She nudged his hand away from her shoulder and limped her way towards the building where the infirmary was housed, not even glancing behind as the Medevac team lifted off from the ground.

It took Sy hours before he could visit Liv alone. He couldn’t have abandoned his duties as a Captain while people under his wing had been injured and killed. But he kept a tab on her by asking Sloan about her whereabouts. Liv had gotten herself bandaged and had chosen to retire to their quarters. It was late in the evening when he was finally done with calls with his superiors and with briefing the team.

Sy stood outside the door to the ladies quarter unsure of what lay ahead. He knocked sharply on the wooden door. When he got no response he pushed the door open, hinges protesting the movement as he peered inside the dark room. He glanced at the two empty beds on the opposite side which possibly belonged to Sloan and Sierra. BJ had asked permission to let Sloan stay with him tonight and Sierra was at the base in Baghdad which left Liv alone in the room. He stepped inside tentatively and spotted her on the bed shoved right at the corner of the room.

Liv was hunched over with her wet hair falling over her shoulder, shielding her face from Sy. The sleeve of her t-shirt was rolled up with a white bandage covering her arm, a crimson patch in the middle of it. He closed the door behind him and slowly walked towards her. Droplets of water fell from the ends of her red locks, pooling on the floor next to her feet.

Sy debated whether he should sit next to her. He understood very well everything she was going through. He had lost buddies in combat; the first time was always the hardest. He wanted to comfort her and make her understand that this is the life they chose for themselves.

“It should have been me.” Her voice was barely audible, little over a whisper. Her hands covered her face with her elbows resting on her knees. “It should have been me, Sy.”

“Hey, don’t say that.” He brought his hand to place on her shoulder, but she flinched away. Sy felt dejected but he withdrew his hand away. “We all signed up for this. We know what there is to lose.”

“I should have been careful. I should have done something to save him.” Her voice trembled as she spoke.

“Liv,” he started, braving to put his hand on her shoulder yet again only for Olivia to abruptly stand up. Her eyes blazed red, puffy with the tears. Her lips quivered as she stared at him, clutching her arm as the bandage was painted with more blood seeping from the wound.

“Just say it, Sy, say it was my fault.”

Sy stood up as his hands balled into fists. He wanted to be Liv’s confidant, but she was pushing him away. “It wasn’t.” He replied sternly, his lips pressed into a thin line. “You stop berating yourself. You are a soldier, Liv.” He blamed it on tiredness for he did not mean to sound condescending. He quickly understood his mistake, his face softening as Olivia took a step away from him. “Liv,” he pleaded, extending his hand towards her.

“It should have been me! Gary’s death is on me!” She screamed with fresh tears running down her cheeks. “He has a family. He has…people waiting for him. And I…I-” her shoulder shook as ripples of sobs gripped her. She covered her face with her hands again, shielding herself away from Sy’s eyes.

This time Sy pulled her against his chest without hesitation. Liv tried prying herself away from him, but he held her strongly against his body. She gave in soon, burying her face in his chest and soaking his shirt with her tears. He ran his hand through her hair soothing her and shushing her.

“There’s no one waiting for me back home. No one to cry if I die.” She mumbled between her sobs, sniffling and gasping with the onslaught of grief. “Gary had a family, Sy. What will… what will I tell his wife?” She grasped at his t-shirt, desperately trying to cling to the last hope of sanity.

Sy held onto her like she was the most fragile being on this planet. He tightened his arms around her, wanting to shield her from the world and its sadness. He wanted to take away her pain. He would take it upon himself if he could. Sy rocked her lightly, whispering words of comfort as well as he could. He could not comprehend how bruised her soul was to think no one would cry for her if she died. A cold shiver ran down his spine even thinking about it.

After a long time Sy carefully turned her in his arms. She opened her puffy eyes, fluttering them slightly. “Let’s get you to bed, okay?” He ushered her towards the bed and gently sat her down. She laid down on her side, curling up in a ball with her hands wound around her chest. He pulled the thin blanket over her, tucking the ends beneath the mattress. Sy caressed her cheeks with his hand, wiping away the tear stains on her cheek.

He didn’t want to leave her alone. She was vulnerable and had dropped all her guards down. She was too stubborn to ask for comfort, but he could sense she hankered for his solace. Sy understood under the strong-willed demeanor, Liv wanted to be defenseless. She peered at him with half-lidded eyes without uttering a word.

Kicking his boots off, Sy climbed on the bed to lie beside Liv. He gathered her in his arms, letting her shelter in the bend of his elbow. He pulled the blanket over their bodies, draping an arm over her torso. He entwined his fingers in Liv’s hair, running his fingers along her scalp. Liv dozed off not a moment later, holding him close to her like she was afraid to let him go.

Sy kept drifting in and out of sleep with every stir of Liv’s body. She whimpered in her sleep in the middle of the night with the onslaught of nightmares entering her mind. Sy whispered words of comfort in her ears, running his hand soothingly over her back. Sloan had returned at the early hours of dawn looking like she hadn’t had a good night’s sleep either. But when she had spotted Sy cradling Liv against his body, she had excused herself and left them alone again.

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It hadn’t been easy for her to cope with the loss of her friend. Olivia had watched with tear filled eyes as they had loaded up Gary’s trunk to be sent to base. She had grazed her fingertips over his name tag sending a silent prayer to where he now rested. It was only when the Humvee had rolled out, Liv had caught sight of Sy watching her from his post.

That night she had felt like her entire being had shattered into a thousand pieces. She had lost loved ones before, but watching someone die in your arms, her best friend, had terrified her. She blamed herself for it.

If only I could have been alert. If I hadn’t failed to save him. If…

There were so many ‘ifs’ circling in her mind, she laid awake every night thinking what she could have done otherwise.

Sy had decided to give her some space. He had been quiet and allowed her to heal in her own time. She was grateful for that. She just wasn’t ready to break down in his arms again. She was afraid if she let him get too close to her and if she were to lose him too, she wouldn’t survive.

It had been fifteen whole days since she had last stepped out into the field. Her leg had been healing, her stitches still fresh, for which Sy had ordered her to stay at camp. She had waddled around the compound, finished paperwork for the men and worked out to release the mixture of anger and sadness bunching up inside her.

She had thought she would be able to handle it but glancing at the hilltop where she had held her dying friend, had brought everything back to her. Sy had looked at her, his eyes covered with his shades, with his mouth pressed into a thin line. He had accompanied them for their mission to receive the food truck, something he hadn’t done before. She had maintained her distance from him, choosing to stay with her own people. It had felt odd being on the ground when she was used to soaring high above everyone else in her chopper.

Back at the camp, her leg throbbed from walking on the uneven terrain. She winced as her hand grazed over the bandage on her sore calf, still hurting from the gash she had taken from the debris. Olivia took in a sharp breath as waves of nauseating pain crashed against her sleep deprived mind. She sat down on the steps of the building, gently massaging her throbbing muscle to ease the pain.

“You okay?” Sy sat beside her on the steps. Involuntarily she felt herself scooting away from him. She wasn’t sure what she was trying to gain from keeping him at arm’s length. He was being gentle, understanding, sympathetic, everything she needed right now. But something stopped her.

“Yeah. Just a little sore.” She refused to make eye-contact with him.

Sy seemed to have gotten the message as he scooted a little to the side. From the corner of her eyes Liv noticed Sy let out a sigh, rubbing his beard with his hand. It was weeks ago when she had felt his arms around her, locking her in his embrace, making her feel safer than anyone ever could.

“Are you sleeping alright?” He asked, adjusting his gun beside him.

“Yeah.”

“Are you telling the truth?” His voice was stern, and he turned slightly to look at her. She knew her words betrayed the reality, the bags under her eyes were evidence of her tired, sleepless nights. But even so, she nodded her head.

Another sigh left his lips. “Liv, I know you want to be strong, but you don’t have to go through it alone. I’m worried about you. I want to be there for you.” Sy reached his hand out and placed it over hers. Giving a gentle squeeze he pleaded, “Just let me in.”

Liv allowed herself to glance at him. His eyes were soft, worry marked with wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. He held sincerity in them, a hope that formed a crack in the wall Liv had built around her.

“Sy,” They were interrupted by his Lieutenant. “We need you in the office.”

Sy nodded at them, bringing his gaze back to Liv. He gently smiled at her, bringing his hand to her face. “I’m here for you.” He whispered before standing up and walking inside the building. She watched as he strutted towards his office, talking to his Lieutenant and discussing their matter at hand.

That night, Liv stayed awake in her bed. The chatter outside their room was dying out as midnight approached. Sloan was passed out on her bed; gently snoring while being wrapped in her blanket. Liv glanced at the empty bed that had belonged to Sierra. She had gotten severely injured in the attack. In the days Liv had stayed at the camp, she had a SAT call with her comrade about her corporal. Sierra had been sent home after the surgery she had to endure from the bullet wounds. Liv had been relieved to know she was at least alive.

When the lights cut out at midnight, shrouding the camp in darkness, Liv sat up in her bed. Sy’s words kept ringing in her ears. She didn’t want to push him away. She wanted a safe place. She wanted to feel something other than pain.

And so, she stood, outside his door in the dead of the night. She stared at his door, debating whether she should just return to her bed. She wasn’t even sure if Sy was in his room. With a timid knock, Liv stood with her arms hanging by her side. Her heart picked up a pace as she counted the seconds in her head until the door cracked open.

Sy had a scowl on his face when he opened the door, which eased as soon as he noted Liv standing outside his door. He watched her with a softened gaze as she took a step forward.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Her voice trembled as she spoke. She gulped, fearing he would drive her away.

But he did not push her away. He extended his arm open, tilting his head slightly and a gentle smile on his lips. “Of course.”

Liv buried her face in his chest wounding her arms around his frame. Sy closed the door, holding her firmly against his body, circling her with his arms. He rested his cheek against her head, letting silence fill in the space that didn’t require words.

Liv could feel it then. Her walls being broken brick by brick by Sy. She felt safe, warmth seeping into her heart as he held her close to him.

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its--fandom--darling · 3 years

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5 minutes to midnight

pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader

Rating: A for angstttttt, character, death and overall sadness, grieving

inspired by this song: new year by regina spektor xxxx

a/n: I do not know the geography of Savannah or the outskirts so please take my descriptions with a grain of salt, I did a basic google search.

I apologize in advance this is sad y’all I cried writing it. (gifs not mine)

“She sets her alarm, Five minutes to midnight, And wakes just in time, To greet the new year, Remembers the kisses, Remembers the laughter, And all thats gone away”

As your alarm beeped, you reached out a swiped at the antique clock that chimed that it was time to wake up. You groaned and rolled reaching for your husband, only to find his side cold and empty. As the memories came rushing back, you wish you’d decided to just skip the celebration all together this year. It was the first time in 7 years that you’d almost broken the tradition you’d started with your husband all those years ago on your very first date.

You always celebrated no matter what, when he was overseas or when he was home, there was always some semblance of celebration but this year without him. It almost didn’t feel right.

“She shuffles around, turning the lights on, Goes to the kitchen, gets the champagne, Opens the window and wrapped in a blanket, Begins to count and wait”

However, knowing how much a stickler Sy had been for tradition, you sit up and swung your legs over the edge of the bed, grabbing the throw blanket from the end of the bed and wraps it around her shoulders as you pad into the kitchen. You switch the lights on as you go before your standing in the kitchen opening the cabinet of the wet bar to pull a bottle of champagne out. You hand brushes the bottle of WIld Turkey and while you ache for something stronger to drink that champagne tonight, it hurts to even think about dipping into the amber liquid that had been your husbands go to. The memories of hot, whiskey tinged kisses that it dredged up were too painful now that you’d never experience them again.

You feel a lump build in your throat as you pull the pair of crystal champagne flutes that were gifted to you as wedding presents from the cabinet. You pry the cork out of the champagne, flinching at the pop and the spill of the fizzy foam as it ran over your knuckles. Pouring the liquid into the glasses you carefully carry them into the living room.

“She sets her alarm five minutes to midnight, And wakes just in time to say her goodbyes, Thanking the old year for all it has brought her, No mention of the things it took away”

You eyes glance at the mantel, Sy’s burial flag resting proudly front and center above his urn. You brush your fingers over the nameplate, bottom lip trembling as you hear the collective chants of the city. You place a flute on the mantle and then move to the window. You open the it, fixing yourself in the window, resting your feet on the sloped roof below, pulling the blanket tighter around you as you joined in the countdown.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one,” you whisper, listening to the streets fill with chants of happy new year as the fireworks light up the sky in a magnificent display of rainbow colors. All of Savannah celebrating as the Tybee Island sets of it’s best firework display in years. Your heart clenches at the thought of Sy missing it.

You lift your glass and down the warm liquid, letting the cool, night breeze drift over your face. Closing your eyes, you lift your face into the wind, picturing last year at this time.

If you focus hard enough, you can still feel Sy’s scruffy warm lips on yours and his calloused hands on yours cheeks as your friends cheer around you.

“She shuffles around, turning the lights out, Closes the window, checks on the locks, Folds up the blanket, empties the bottle, And leaves it in the hallway dark”

Warm tears streaking down your face pul you from the dreamlike memory as you wipe your nose on the back of your hand before pulling yourself back into the house. Shutting the window and locking it, checking it twice before you move to check the lock on the front door before padding back through the living room.

Stopping once more in front of the mantle, you smile sadly at the urn, pressing a kiss to your fingertips and then pressing them gently to the picture of your husband in his dress greens that sits above the brass nameplate.

“Happy New Year, Sy. It’s gonna be a whole new world without you,” you whisper, lip trembling again as you sigh turning your back to the mantle and retracing your steps from earlier, shutting off the lights that you’d turned on before, pouring the rest of the champagne down the drain in the kitchen before you head back to the bedroom, folding the blanket once more and draping it across the end of the bed before slipping back into the sheets and pulling Sy’s pillow into your arms. You bury your face into it and breath deeply as the faint strains of Auld Lang Syne drift through the streets, welcoming in a new year without your beloved Captain.

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Petals | kth

Genre: hanahaki!au, ANGST Rating: PG13 Pairing: taehyung x reader Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: heavy angst, unrequited love, mentions of blood (and a fair amount of it), major character death Author’s Note: A kind anon asked, I had never heard of it, but immediately started googling and found the subject pretty fascinating. It’s short and sweet, but I think it covers the angst bases. 🙈

The first time you saw him was in spring. The cherry blossoms were blooming, and life seemed magical. Sun beat down on the campus and right onto him. He must have been a transfer; you hadn’t seen him this semester. His soft brown hair shone with strands of gold in the sunlight. His skin was equally as golden, and he seemed to shine. Whispers went around campus quickly. The new boy was beautiful, that much you knew, but the rest was a mystery. Rumors surfaced that he was some out of town rich kid. Others said he was some poor orphan from Daegu. Whatever he was, he was your new object of affection.

You learned his name when you found out you had chemistry together and his last name put him right next to you. He sat smoothly on the stool next to yours, his sweet scent wafting in your direction.

Taehyung. It rolled off the teacher’s tongue delicately because that was the only way one should say it.

You chanced a glance at him. He must have felt your gaze because he looked over at you and smiled. His smile was boxy, but it reminded you of a heart. His eyes were a deep, chocolate brown.

That spring semester was one to remember for you. Every day, after lunch, he was always happy when he sat down next to you. He’d tell you about the current video games he was trying to beat, the book he read over the weekend, or the strange antics him and his new best friend, Jungkook, got up to. Every now and again his hand would find your arm as he excitedly told you a story. Your face would heat up, but you don’t think he noticed. He’d go on talking like nothing had happened and would eventually ask you what you had been up to.

Your feelings for him grew as the months wore on. His touches would happen more often, and he’d keep his palm against your skin just a little longer than normal. You knew, in your heart, that he was beginning to feel the same way.

That was, until, the last day of the semester before summer break. You were making your way down the hall to your last chemistry class. You were excited to see him, but sad that this would be your last class together. Maybe he would tell you about his feelings? If not, were you prepared to make the first move? But those thoughts were quickly dashed when you saw him in the hallway with her. Your school’s sweetheart was oddly close to him as he stood against the wall. One of his hands was on the strap of his backpack while the other was stuffed into his pocket. She, too, leaned against the wall but her chest was nearly touching his arm and she was doing that disgusting thing that girl’s do when they look up at boys and bat their eyelashes. He was talking to her and smiling. It made your heart drop sickeningly into your stomach. You just looked at them, neither of them noticing, as you passed and walked into class.

Moments later, Taehyung was walking into the room, usual smile on his face as he sat down next to you.

“Everything okay, ____?” he asked.

“Yea,” you mumbled, looking ahead.

He merely shrugged and began rambling on as he usually did. You wanted to pay attention, to give him all you had, but you also wanted to be upset with him. Why was he talking to her of all people? Did he not feel anything for you?

Class went by as usual and at the end, Taehyung was extending his hand towards yours. Your heart flipped in your chest.

“Hey, put your number in here,” he said while handing his phone to you, “so when I finally beat Jungkook at that game I’ll take a picture of his face and send it to you.”

And then again, maybe he did like you? Hope bloomed in your chest like a flower and settled here. Nestled deep in your heart, the petals fluttering in time with your heartbeat.

You put your number in his phone that day and he waved a goodbye to you as you parted ways in the hall. But the joy you felt when you left campus would not be long lived.

Taehyung texted you once and it was as promised, a picture of a sad looking Jungkook. You replied and got nothing in return. The message was left as read in your inbox and there it sat. That was when you coughed up the first petal. Delicate and white, it traveled up your throat as you panicked, and out came the fragile thing. It landed softly in your hand and laid there as if it had just come from a flower. You quickly dropped it on your bed, but the burn in your chest was undeniable. Utter pain coursed out from your lungs and to the rest of your body. Heartache charted a course of hot fire to your nerves.

You cried, holding your phone, telling yourself just to text him, but if he liked you, he would have messaged you back. That whole semester was nothing to him. Your talks about art, music, and books was just filler for him before class started. He was nice and social to everyone, so what really set you apart? Nothing. You were as forgettable to him as the rest of your classmates.

Later that night, you’d cough a pink petal, just a tad bigger than the last. You placed it with the other on your nightstand. They delicately overlapped, seeming to have come from the same flower. Perfect matches. Most unlike you and Taehyung.

A week later and you gathered up the courage to text him. Not even five minutes later he replied to you. The ache in your chest subsided a little. The tickle in the back of your throat wasn’t quite as pronounced. He seemed happy that you texted him. Or, as much as the text could portray emotion. He told you about his family vacation, where he had gone, the things he had seen, etc. He began to attach photos and you were excited that he was wanting to share such intimate details about his life. The first few were some nature shots, a couple of squirrels, and then you began to get to ones of his family. His little brother was just as cute as him and you saw that the both took after their father.

The next one sent your heart plummeting into your stomach.

It was Taehyung and her. The girl from the hallway. The one batting her eyelashes so innocently at him. You felt instantly sick, bile rising in your throat. You dropped your phone on your bed as you began to cough. It lit up with text after text from him, but you couldn’t see through the blur of tears as you coughed. Your chest was on fire and it felt as if someone had stuffed them full of old wash clothes. For the life of you, you could not catch your breath. Something was travelling up your throat, but it didn’t feel like sick. You clutched at your throat as you tried to get any amount of air around what was coming up. In the last few moments when you thought you were going to pass out, it fell from your mouth. A small bundle of forget-me-nots lay in your bed as if they had just been plucked from the bush. You inhaled a large breath, throat burning as you did so, but the burn in your lungs worsened.

You grabbed your phone and unlocked it, wiping away your tears so you could see the screen. Taehyung had kept on talking as if he hadn’t just sent you a picture of him and that girl. He kept talking to you like he had in class; like you were the only person in the world. He had begun asking you questions, but his last message was that she had just arrived at his house and he had to go.

I’ll talk to you later, yea?

No. No, he wouldn’t. This burn in your chest was killing you. You coughed into your hand and blood was spattered on your skin. The metallic taste of it made you sick as you stumbled to the bathroom. Leaning against your sink, you pulled the glass that was sat next to it under the tap. You drank heartily but was soon coughing most of it up. It came out stained pink, mixed with your blood, as you struggled to breathe. You dropped the glass into the sink as you fell to your knees. You couldn’t stop coughing. Your lungs burned like paper in a flame. More blood dripped from between your lips. Something was coming up your throat again. Tears streamed down you face, mixing with the blood, and caused a horrid display of red lines down your neck, mapping out your death. Two bundles of forget-me-notes fell to the bathroom tile. Their various blue, pinks, and whites were quickly becoming stained in the deep red blood that dripped to the floor. You were on your hands and knees but were becoming weak quickly. Your knees wobbled and your elbows began to give way as more flowers fell from your mouth. Soon, you would black out and hopefully the rest would be painless.

Yet, you couldn’t quit thinking about him, his soft smile, those bright brown eyes, and the soft, deep tenor of his voice.

Your thoughts were filled of still images and moments with Taehyung as you collapsed to the floor. By now, it was littered with your macabre floral artwork. Your eyes closed as the flowers filled your throat, a whole bouquet waiting to escape.

And it was his voice that said your name one last time and it was his face that you saw when your body seemed to sigh its last breath, if you had any. Blood still dripped thickly down your cheek and on the flowers beneath you. Finally, you were freed from the pain. No longer would you feel his rejection nor the anxiety that plagued your mind.

The medical examiner sat in a soft crouch next to your body. She came in after evidence had been marked off, photographed, and toted away in sterile bags. Now, it was just her, and you lying on the floor, in the bathroom. She quirked her head to the side as she searched your face. Your parents had found you the next morning, so even though the color had drained from your face, something about your features seemed…bright. The flowers spilling from your mouth hadn’t been removed, but the rest around you had been carefully stored away. Despite the gruesome, bloody bouquet however, it almost looked as if you had died with a turn of your lips. A grisly smile. This death would follow her forever.

The girl with the flower filled lungs. What a horrible, beautiful death.

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