#tw past major character death

[laundryandtaxesworld]

continued from here

idea from @lilithtanith

it was a few months before the one-eighteen had another barbecue. buck buckled his wiggly six month old into the car and drove off towards bobby and athena’s.

buck parked his car and grabbed emma and her diaper bag before going into the back yard. he smelled hamburgers and heard people milling around.

“hey, sorry i’m late.”

“don’t be sorry, can i hold my grand baby?” buck handed emma to athena who started to tell her about how bobby was frantically cleaning before the hangout. emma just gave gummy smile. buck’s heart warmed at the sight as he set down the bag. eddie came up to him with two beers in hand.

“thank you.”

“so how’s being a parent?” buck let out a low groan which eddie chuckled at.

“yeah, that’s basically how it feels.”

“i just love her so much.”

“that feeling never goes away.” hen and chim joined the two of them, and the four got to talking.

“you know what is the worst thing about this situation?” buck asked, his empty beer bottle loosely held in his hand.

“what?”

“he tried to tell me. he tried to tell me he was pregnant and i had his number blocked. it don’t even remember doing that.” buck ran a hand over his face when he couldn’t hear one single breath from the other three. he looked at their face, the way guilt seemed to choke them. buck felt an icy cold feeling wash over him.

“did you know he was blocked on my phone?” buck asked coolly as he looked at his friends.

“we-we blocked him, eddie admitted.

“what?” buck bit out harshly.

“buck, it was for your own good. to let him go,” hen pleaded.

“for my own good? i’m an adult. i’m not a child.” a silence settled over the yard, heads turned to the quad.

“buck, please,” chimney said trying to calm him brother-in-law.

“no, chim. you fought for maddie, why shouldn’t i have fought for tommy? huh?”

“buck, you were moping, we were trying to get you back on your feet.”

“eddie, i had JUST broken up with the man i love. of course i would be moping. but all three of you think i’m a child, a child who can’t make his own decisions. so you all made a decision FOR ME!” buck was shouting at this point. hen had ushered the children inside as well as the other adults, so they would be given at least some privacy.

“we didn’t make any decision for you, buck,” eddie defended, “we were helping you.”

“you were not helping me, you made tommy’s life a living hell

“w-what?” hen whispered.

“because he was blocked i never got his messages. he felt like i’d abandoned him and i did, so he went through his pregnancy alone and afraid. he DIED alone. you say you’re his friends? this isn’t what friends would do.”

“buck..”

“no. i’m going home. i don’t want to talk to you all right now.” buck left the three of them who felt like they’d been dunked in ice water.

buck gently grabbed emma from athena’s arms, grabbed the bag and left the barbecue. everyone was left in a stunned scilence.

buck was fuming as he feed emma her dinner. behind the “here comes the train” he wanted to punch his punching bag. emma babbled at him and he smiled.

“hi, my sweet girl. what’s going on in your head?” emma smiled and babbled at him.

“yeah? me too. it’s been an… interesting day.”

buck finished feeding emma, gave her a bath, read her a picture book and put her to bed. with his daughter fast asleep, buck finally let himself cry.

he cried for what his friends did, he cried because of his own actions and he cried for tommy tommy who felt alone and unloved, when buck loves him with his whole heart.

“i love you tommy, so so much.”

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

I’m linking this fic (Steve/Eddie) again because I’m considering writing another part from Steve’s perspective, very heavily inspired by Billie Holliday’s I’ll Be Seeing You.

Sometimes I get hung up on the idea of Steve not properly mourning Billy’s death, and how bits and pieces of his grief start to show in his everyday life after the fact, specifically with things he used to enjoy.

Here’s a snippet of the fic linked above in case you haven’t come across it yet (most of the inspiration for this was Eddie needing a nickname for Steve that wasn’t pretty boy, because that will forever and always be Billy’s thing):

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“Thought you said it was your favorite place in the house.”

Steve hums a laugh that sounds a little too soft.

“It is. It really is, I…” he trails off. Eyes wandering over every relic in front of him before he sighs. “I used to sleep in here more than I did in my own bed.”

“It does seem like an excellent place to take a nap, I’ll give you that.”

“Mm.”

A silence settles between them. It feels strangely… light. In fact, this might be the first time that Eddie has felt like his presence isn’t detested. He relaxes in his seat. Slouches a bit and tilts his head back against the top of the futon, smiling when Steve appears to do the same.

“This would be a killer spot to have a campaign in.”

“You trying to bring all of the brats in here and host one of your silly games, Munson?” Steve teases.

“Nah.” Eddie glances over at Steve. Finds that he’s still wearing that pleased little grin on his face. “That’s Henderson’s job now.”

“And he likes hosting outside, usually, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, and it’s so impractical. The kid prioritizes aesthetic over practicality, you have no idea how many times our shit has gotten blown everywhere.”

Steve chuckles, and it brings a warmth to Eddie’s cheeks.

“I’ve gotten an earful about that from Lucas before.”

“Oh, god, Sinclair ,” Eddie groans, slapping a hand over his face. “Those two bicker like an old married couple.”

“Mhm, I’ve gotten an earful of that too. More than once.”

They share a laugh. Eddie can’t help but notice how close their thighs are to touching right now. He lifts his head when Steve closes the short distance. Bumps their knees together and hums contentedly when Eddie doesn’t pull away.

A million things flood his mind in an instant. A good portion of them are things that he wants to say, and even more of them are things he wants to do .

Things like ask Steve why he decided to show him this secret little corner out of the blue after months of standoffish behavior.

Things like lean over and press a kiss to that pretty smile.

“Thanks for, y’know, hanging out with me, Edd,” Steve says softly.

That catches Eddie off guard.

“Oh, um, sure. Anytime.”

“Our movie nights have been one of my favorite things recently. It’s stupid, but I always look forward to it every week like I’m going to Disneyland or something.”

Steve chuckles again, and Eddie holds his breath for a beat when he shifts closer until their shoulders are touching.

“They’re one of my favorites too,” Eddie confesses.

The words feel like they come out slow and stupid, but that gentle laugh fills the air between them again, and Eddie can’t bring himself to care. All of his focus is on Steve’s face. So close that he can see the flecks of gold in his irises.

“Well, I’d hope so. I always try to pick stuff that I think you’ll like.”

“So you rented Frankenweenie? Seriously?”

Steve snorts, and Eddie chuckles. Chews his lip when Steve slouches further against him and stares at where his hand lies in his lap, palm upturned.

Just another thing that Eddie isn’t advised to touch.

“In my defense, I probably thought we could watch it and make fun of it.”

“So why didn’t we?”

Another short silence falls. Steve looks away, shrugging nonchalantly, but his eyes are suddenly glassy.

“Guess I just didn’t feel like it. Not today.”

There’s a strange finality to his words. Eddie racks his brain for a moment, furrowing his brows because he can’t think of why today could be anything significant.

It’s Saturday. Nothing special about that. No events come to mind when he thinks of late March, so he elects to sit on it rather than say anything. In the silence, Steve’s hand starts to look more and more appealing, but he tells himself that it’s a bad idea.

“Is there anything that you do feel like doing?” Eddie asks softly.

Steve turns to him once more. Glances down at his lips briefly before he shrugs again and exhales a sigh.

“I’m fine just talking to you, if that’s okay.”

The tenderness in his voice has an embarrassing amount of heat spreading up Eddie’s neck.

There have been plenty of occasions where he’s wanted to kiss Steve Harrington – the time he was a sore loser when he lost at bowling, and when he scared the shit out of Troy Walsh for defacing the Hellfire posters that Will spent a whole week making, just to name a couple – but none so much as he does right now.

Some lovesick, less logical part of his brain tells him that maybe Steve is thinking something similar right now. His eyes stay steadily trained on Eddie’s lips and his face seems closer than it was before. That has to be something, right? He isn’t going crazy?

He apparently isn’t because Steve’s eyes close after another second and the air in Eddie’s lungs shrinks.

“It’s more than okay, pretty boy,” he coos.

And maybe it’s fate that just as he begins to tilt his chin forward, Steve leans away. That there’s suddenly a space between them again.

Eddie instantly wants to backpedal, to ask what he did wrong, or maybe assure Steve that he wasn’t actually going to make a move, though it would be a lie.

His mind is wiped clean when a gentle sob soaks the air.

-

I’ll find you

In the morning sun

And when the night is new

I’ll be looking at the moon

But I’ll be seeing you

[les-amis-on-the-barricade]

@ailesswhumptober Day 2! The prompt Exhaustion, combined with the optional prompt 13: Grief.

[endupherefic]

Chapters: 14/? Fandom: The Arcana (Visual Novel) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Apprentice/Julian Devorak, Apprentice/Lucio (The Arcana), Julian Devorak/Lucio (The Arcana), Apprentice/Julian Devorak/Lucio (The Arcana), Nadia (The Arcana)/Original Female Character(s), Lucio/Nadia (The Arcana) Characters: Julian Devorak, Lucio (The Arcana), Lucio Morgasson, Montag Morgasson - Character, Apprentice (The Arcana), Nazali Satrinava, Nadia Satrinava, Nadia (The Arcana), Original Female Character(s), Valdemar (The Arcana), Volta (The Arcana), Vulgora (The Arcana), Vlastomil (The Arcana), The Devil | Lucio's Patron (The Arcana), Count Spada, Asra (The Arcana), Salim Alnazar, Aisha Alnazar Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Friends to Enemies, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Polyamory, Blood, Injury, Mild Gore, Canon-Typical Violence, Romance, Slow Burn, Gender-Neutral Apprentice (The Arcana), Julian's POV, Lucio's POV, mentions of amputation, Sexual Tension, Sexual Content, Alcohol, Plague, Pre-Red Plague (The Arcana), Red Plague (The Arcana), Collar play, Threesome, Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Illness, Grief/Mourning, Depression, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism Chapter Summary: Lucio has spent all night fretfully contemplating what to do. He settles on what he feels is the best option: sending them to the Lazaret, where they’re more equipped to handle victims of the plague. Where Lucio can only hope the Apprentice will get better.

Chapter 13, The Past: Falling Apart

Valdemar confirms that Count Lucio of Vesuvia has, indeed, contracted the Red Plague. Restricted to bed rest, Lucio ponders what on earth he could have possibly done to deserve this. Isn’t he invincible? Hasn’t Lucio escaped death more times than he can count? Fury, rage, wrath burble and swirl within the Count. His attendants find his silence more nerve-wracking, more terrifying than his tantrums.

“Your Highness, I think it’s high-time we consider moving your magician friend to a place where they’re less likely to infect anymore people,” Valdemar posits, ignoring the scathing look Lucio passes their way. The Count isn’t too weary yet to put up a fight, but he’s too upset to know what kind of fight he wants to pick.

“Will you send me there, too?” he spits, not bothering to move the limp strands of blonde that have fallen in front of his eyes. No one should have to see them in this disgusting state, leached of their vibrancy. His normally sparkling silver irises look dull amongst the bloom of red that creeps ever closer to their edges.

Valdemar merely smirks, “That’s not for me to decide.”

A shiver runs the length of Lucio’s spine. It’s been ages since he spoke to the Devil, since he has even acknowledged the goatman’s presence. He can still feel his domineering spirit lingering somewhere in the ether surrounding the palace. The fact that he hasn’t done anything to help poor Lucio out is maddening. It only serves to fuel the Count’s rage. Lucio knows he hasn’t exactly been the picture of “obedience,” lately, but he hasn’t been that bad. Not bad enough to be ignored by someone who could probably snap his fingers and cure not only Lucio, but the whole world of this dreaded disease.

“I want to speak to him,” Lucio hisses, gripping the edge of his bed sheets tight.

“Good,” Valdemar returns with a toothy grin, “He’s been expecting you...”

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[fletcherwilbury]

@comfortember Day 8: Grief/Mourning

Warning for Illness, exhaustion, past major character death, flashback, repressed trauma

[phoenixflames498]

What could have been

Tw//major character death, death of a sibling,past death(s),both toxic and nontoxic family relationship. ending. Mention of child abuse and neglect,sacrifice, boundaries being crossed. Angst, hurt with comfort, happy ending.

Emiko looked at herself in the mirror as she waited for either of her brothers or parents to come to get from the room that she was in.While she was waiting.she thought about her older sister who she and her brothers met her on her deathbed.

Today was the day of her wedding.Thoughts and memories of her older sister that she only knew from their adopted mother and journals,videotapes,recordings and accounts from people who knew her while she was still alive and not on her deathbed and then died the same night. Like previous stated, they only met their older sister on her deathbed. At the time of meeting her,she was never expected to live due to how injured she was from their biological mother.When they meet her,she was wrapped in bandages and tubes and machines surrounded her body. If the doctors and nurses were honest,she wasn’t going to make out this situation alive and well.They told her adopted mother that she and her husband to start preparing their oldest child funeral as she didn’t seem to get any better.The doctors and nurses left them to grieve by themselves in the hospital room of their dying daughter. The only reason that their daughter got in the state that she was in was because of her biological mother.This situation was the very reason that the one she considered her true mother hoped never happened, because she knew how her own twin sister was like growing up. She wasn’t even a good person even in childhood. She was like this from the beginning and the environment at home was an awful one that didn’t help either.

Adopted mother pov :(third person narrative)If she had to be honest with anyone about her situation at home and outside of home, and etc,it was never easy growing up.Being the second eldest child out of eight siblings ,she had expectations placed on her. She was hardly heard or seen.There were parents weren’t good people either, they were both neglectful and abusive.They either payed to them and treated them badly or acted their children never existed. It left all of kids with with mental health problems and etc for life .It never got better when all other seven siblings grew up,her twin sister never changed,she stayed the same person even when she got married to her husband. She knew that her twin sister’s husband was going to soon notice her red flags.She and her husband was there for him as a aunt and uncle would be.They already noticed how often that their brother-in-law would be taking care of his child and her very rarely.He would come back home from work and start his parental duties and her doing the bare minimum . When she and her husband were at her brother-in-law and twin sister place,they would help him with aiko.She was a very quiet and shy child,and had expressionless expression if it made sense.When she wasn’t playing with her toys or eating or doing anything that a child could do.

She would hide behind her one of father’s leg or her aunts or uncle’s leg when meeting new people or even other family members. She had more of a bond with her father and aunt and uncle than her biological mother and other relatives. Her brother-in-law finally noticed her twin sister red flags when he discovered his wife’s affair when aiko was two.He started to notice that she was withholding things and etc. It broke his heart and left him with issues.He decided to divorce because no one was happy here in the marriage. She clearly checked out a year ago.

But another reason was because he didn’t want his daughter aiko to see the toxic and nonexistent relationship between her parents.Her biological mother already began to walk out of her daughter’s life at two.His soon to be ex wife’s twin sister soon took on a motherly role in aiko’s life.

A year later, when aiko was three, aiko’s father was diagnosed with brain cancer and was told that he only has two years to live and wouldn’t even make it to his daughter’s teenage and adult years.And that the brain cancer had no cure.After the doctor left him in the room alone,he went back home. As soon he got to his bedroom,he began to cry silently and just let the tears flow down and covered his face with his hands.He didn’t want anyone to hear him cry and see his tears.He was shocked and in denial and despair at first because he didn’t expect this to happen.

He was glad that his daughter was out at the park with her aunt and uncle.She wouldn’t have to see him crying,no one would have to.After a good amount of crying,he thought on his daughter future after his death.He knew that her aunt and uncle would adopt her and take her of her. He knew most of the family would ignore her or would not take care of her for multiple reasons. Like because the stigma of aiko being a child of divorce and the stories about her mother from her own sister and rumors.He would have to set up a will of things left behind and etc.

He had a shop that he had from his job as a tailor.He was decently known for his great talent and most were satisfied with what they got from him.His earnings was decent and he was able to support his family.But soon,that family would fall apart and he came to terms about it. In the will, he would leave his tailor shop to aiko and she could do whatever she wanted with the shop.She could fellow her father in his footsteps as a tailor or sell the shop if she wanted to.Or she could keep it and make it a getaway if she wanted to be somewhere quiet and make it her safe place if everything got to much.Or she make it her new home.But that he would do before he leaves the place of the living.

While still in his thoughts,his daughter aiko came home from the park with her aunt and uncle.She ran to him and signaled with her arms. that she wanted to be hugged and be held in his arms and afterwards to play with him. She had blank face and was confused on why he hadn’t hugged yet and held her in his arms yet.He got out of his thoughts and began to hug her and held her in his arms as he put his thoughts about the future aside for a little while.While hugging aiko,he looked at his former sister-in-law and brother-in-law and they got the message and left the room to make dinner that night.He would tell them after aiko ate dinner,was bathed,was read a story while in bed and fell asleep. At some point in the dinner,he knew that aiko would be told by her aunt and uncle on why papa look and would be sick, skinny,sleepy and why papa would not be around anymore and why he would “sleeping”for a very long time.But not for now.There would be a time for that news ,not just yet.

After aiko ate dinner and bathed and was read a story and then fell asleep with her teddy bear in her arms. Now, it was the time to tell his former brother-in-law friend sister-in-law who he could see as more like a brother and sister that he has. He really didn’t have much. Family members or even friends left alive. For those still alive, they either moved somewhere else or he is no contact with.His former brother-in-law and sister-in-law remained him of his siblings that died before adulthood. He ask them if they could sit down on couch and made some tea because he knew that they would need it, along with some tissues for the news that he would tell.After drinking some of the tea, he decided to blurt it out to them before the words got stuck in his throat. As soon as he told them that he had brain cancer and that was no cure. And that he only two years left to live and that he wouldn’t make it to aiko’s teenage and adult years.They both dropped their cups of tea and were both shocked and in denial about what they just heard.He came to terms with the brain cancer diagnosis and decided to remain single and divorced as he didn’t want to cause anyone the pain of losing someone that they loved due to cancer.He just let them hug him and cry on his shoulders. They just cried even harder than before,he didn’t care that their tear stained his shirt. He just wrapped his arms around them and cried with them too.

With time,he wasn’t able to do his work properly as a tailor as he used to be.He had to stop as a tailor and he cried out about it.Then,he wasn’t able to walk anymore and he couldn’t even eat or drink anything anymore. Eventually,he got more weak and more sleepy and moody as his health worsened with time.Before he went to the hospital in a coma that he would never wake up from.He and lawyers and who he considered like a sister and a brother finished the will, a will that ex wife and other relatives couldn’t contest it.He left what money that he had to legally to her. He did this with other while he was still there both physically and mentally. He only had another year to live,as that year came.

In the start of the second year,before he went in a coma.He spent whatever time he had with his beloved little daughter aiko. It may have been in a wheelchair but, he was grateful for the time before and after with her.He got about nine more stuffed animals.First one was a cat and second one was a dog.Third was a rabbit and fourth was a bee.Fifth one was a turtle. And sixth one was fox.The seventh one was a little chick and the eighth one was a lady bug.And the last and ninth one was a homemade plush of himself.After all of that,he health deteriorated even further and he was now on his deathbed,his small group of friends,relatives, siblings, even though the other two were his former brother-in-law and sister-in-law. They said their farewells.Then it was aiko’s turn, she walked into her room in the hospital with her soon to be adoptive parents.Aiko let go of their hands and got some help from them onto the bed with her father,her father didn’t want her to cry but she would eventually. She held the homemade plush of her father,he read her favorite story one last time in the voice that she loved.After the story was read,aiko fell asleep on the bed with her father and he finally fell in a coma with a soft smile on his face and was still hugging one last time.They grabbed aiko away from her father and were crying and were grateful that aiko was asleep and didn’t see them crying.He never woke up from the coma,he died that night.

When the funeral happened for those that attended it. It mostly quiet except for the sounds of crying and the music wasn’t certainly helping.The mood was overly tense and gloomy and moody as can be.Aiko was crying and didn’t understand why her father was in a casket and why he wasn’t waking up. Aiko was told that her father was going to be “asleep” for a very long time and that she would have to live with her aunt and uncle for the time being.Aiko cried again when closed the casket and began to put the casket in the ground and covered the top of the grass with dirt. She would understand more on why her dad would be “sleeping” for a long time when she was older as a teen and as a adult.Her newly adopted parents did their best to aiko to get used a life without her bio father in her life alive and in her future.

She never did get over the death of her father but it did get better over time. She eventually did call her aunt and uncle to mom and dad. She didn’t forget about her papa, but she did love her adoptive parents and treated them like they were her bio parents. She got used to a life without her bio dad and mom. She got used to life without her biological parents. As aiko got older, she would visit her father’s grave with her adoptive parents in supervision. Once they thought that she could do the visits without them unless she needed them ,they told her to call them if she needed comfort even when they were at work/tired. They also made sure that she knew self defense and kept her guard up while visiting her father’s grave.Another reason was because they were afraid of her bio mom coming back into the picture and asking for custody of aiko,she may be her bio mom but she never really raised aiko.

And besides,once aiko got a old enough,they told aiko about her bio mom and how she wasn’t a good person and to runaway from her and don’t interact with her.They know that it would end badly.if she had to interact with her,to find someone like a older woman and call her mom and hopefully this woman would take aiko somewhere safe and call for the police.And if she started a fight,then fight her and make her regret it and if she had use dirty tricks,then use them.They would fight for her to the moon and back.And she did wrong,it was her bio mom’s fault for trying to start a fight when she didn’t her boundaries and why she didn’t want to leave her family. Another reason why her deceased biological father let his former sister-in-law and her husband adopt his daughter aiko. Now, let’s get on how aiko got in the state that she is in.Aiko just visited her bio dad’s grave and put in new flowers in the vase and left some time.Her day at school was decent. As she did those two things today,she thought that she would get her parents and hers favorite food from a restaurant that they all liked.

Aiko just knew that her parents had a rough day at work today and thought their favorite foods would help them. As she walked to where the restaurant was and waited for the meals to be ready,some minutes later.The food was ready and aiko grabbed the bag with the meals and she walked out the restaurant and began to walk back home and was in a good mood and had a soft smile on her face. As the restaurant was close by the park,she hadn’t noticed someone waiting for her.Said someone who was sitting on the bench.Her bio mom wasn’t happy at being Ignored by her eldest child.That was her daughter and not her twin sister’s child.She still hated her former first ex husband decision for letting her twin sister and husband adopt aiko.She thought that she was justified for doing what she did and angry at first ex husband.

She may not behaved and acted like aiko’s mom and did the bare minimum,but she was still her biological mom and wanted her child back. It’s been years since she was allowed in her eldest daughter life and thought her twin sister and her ex husband decision was not a good one. She wasn’t allowed in her teen’s life because of she treated her own twin sister and everyone else?!She was fuming,but then calmed down and thought that she changed enough now that she was married to her second husband,a new home and had three more children.She could take back aiko with enough convincing and act like a good mother with aiko and her three other children that aiko and her adoptive parents didn’t know about and get custody of aiko and take her back home.When she saw aiko walking back home with a bag of food in her left hand ,that’s when she decided to enact her plan.She walked to where aiko was and started to talk with her.She could tell that aiko knew about the stories about her.Aiko looked uncomfortable and didn’t feel safe around her and wanted her to leave her alone,so she could go home. Aiko looked uncomfortable as her bio mother was talking to her about coming home and meeting her stepdad and siblings.

Aiko would be a good older sister, wouldn’t she? She would play with her siblings and help them learn social skills and cues for be a good role model.Aiko looked so uncomfortable, to the point that she just wanted to dig a hole and hoped that the ground would swallow her whole.Aiko waited for her biological mother to finish talking and said that she had to go home and study and eat. So,she would talk with her later.Aiko’s bio mother didn’t like that.She demanded that she come home with her.Aiko hid her uncomfortably with a smile and began to walk away from the conversation with her bio mother.Her biological mother grabbed her wrist and decided to take her home. Now,Aiko isn’t a complete pushover of a person.

Aiko didn’t like that one decision as she sees her bio mother as a stranger and she loves her siblings but she will never live with someone who she considers a stranger because she already has a mother and father at home,sure, they are actually her aunt and her husband but they are more like her parents.Aiko grabbed her hand from her wrist and tells her birth mother to leave her alone because she doesn’t to live with her and her husband as she may care for her siblings but doesn’t mean she will live with her as she will not leave her parents after how many years they raised her after her biological father died,who did a lot of the child bearing for the first three years of aiko’s life and she still has the stuff animals from her birth father before his death in her room.When aiko removed her birth mother’s hand from her wrist, it triggers a deep resentment and anger towards Aiko from her birth mom and that triggered a fight between Aiko and the older woman and it was a very bloody and violent fight and aiko was the winner but it came at a very high price.

That price being her life as,Aiko called the emergency number and called for two ambulances and then passed out when the call was over.When the ambulances came to pick up two a teenager girl named aiko and her birth mother Akane,they found two unconscious people and a bloody scene and some pulled out hair from both parties.When aiko’s mother and father got a call from the hospital and the police, they were told that aiko is a critical condition and may not survive because of her injuries and her birth mother who started the fight, will survive and live and not aiko unfortunately.

Adopted mother prospective/Fumiko pov:

I dropped the phone when I heard that my daughter will likely not survive this time because of what happened between her and my sister and aiko may have won the fight but her my sister unfortunately won the war because her injuries were less severe and critical than aiko’s. I just cried my heart out because I truly loved aiko ever since she was born fifteen years ago and ever since my former brother in law died.

My husband Yuki comforted me as we saddened to lose another person who was precious to us as her birth father was such a great man who was a wonderful father even when he got cancer when aiko was three years old and he still managed to be a great father even when terminally ill.Her birth father Haru was a treasure of a person to us as he had made sure that aiko had a great first beginning of a childhood as he didn’t have a one and neither me and my sister and our other siblings that weren’t related to Haru.Even though Akane costs us a blessing of a child and prevented her from growing to a adult, I still loved her in a unhealthy way because we bonded through the trauma that our parents put us through.But I lost whatever love I had for her because of what she did to our only child.

POV over:

The hara family held a funeral for their only child Aiko and they had her make up and hair done and dressed in clothing fitting for for the funeral as to cover up her injuries as they didn’t want Aiko’s half siblings to see a bloody mess on aiko in her casket. They had a tough time of letting go of aiko as she was their only child for ten years because hina and her husband Hotaru are infertile and can’t have children on their own besides adoption or ivf. would work but,because of medical issues, it wouldn’t have worked for them.

Though they had lost their first child aiko, they gained four more children as they gained more two daughters and two sons as her sister Akane lost custody of her children with her husband because what happened at the park that one unfortunate day. For years after Aiko’s death, emiko’s wedding was today a day after her big sister’s death on her birthday in the spring of April twentieth eighth in 2020. Aiko died in two thousand and nine and now it is eleven years after her death.

Back to emiko. Emiko looks at the picture of her deceased older sister who would have a adult woman by now if their shared birth mother didn’t injure her so severely and critically, Aiko would have finished high school and gotten her diploma and gone to a college of her choice, which is the exact same college as her birth father as a tailor, the exact same career path as her father. But unfortunately, Aiko’s never got the opportunity to grow to a adulthood or even go to college because of their shared birth mom did.But emiko pushed those thoughts aside for now as today is a happy day, it is her wedding as she is currently twenty five years old and was born with her other siblings in nineteen ninety five in February of twenty twenty of this year and aiko would have been twenty six this year.

Emiko then heard five knocks on the door of of her at her venue as her sister and her brothers and her aunt and her husband came to pick her up and to take her to her soon to be Husband as her aunt’s husband was going to walk her down the isle.Emiko gets up and touched up her makeup and grabbed her bouquet of red roses and Camila’s. Emiko then goes to open the door and goes with Hotaru and walks down the isle and her wedding ceremony and reception/after party was all a great success. And she would love to have her older sister Aiko here but she knows that she watching from heaven and that is what made her wedding day special to emiko.

The end.

[quality-on-a-patch-of-awesome]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: William Pierson/Joseph Turner, Ronald "Red" Daniels & William Pierson Characters: William Pierson, Ronald "Red" Daniels, Joseph Turner (Call of Duty) Additional Tags: goodbye letters, Grief/Mourning, Period-Typical Homophobia, Swearing, Guilt, Goodbyes, Crying, Canonical Character Death, Past Relationship(s), Post-Break Up Summary:

He went to tuck the page back inside the journal, intending to find its proper place later, when he noticed that it wasn’t a page at all. What had fallen to the floor was an envelope and his name was on the front of it.

Turner kept a journal and Red ensures that it finds its way back to Pierson

[onehoplessromantic]

Masterlist | Glen Powell

Jake “Hangman” Seresin - Tyler Owens

Updated: 11/3/2024 (link check)

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I’m back again with another one!!! It’s definitely not as lengthy as my other lists (yet) but I’m hoping to find some more for all three. I also figured I’d get a stake in this territory as the Glen Powell fanclub grows post-twisters. I hope y’all find what you’re looking for!

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fluff-> 🤍 | smut -> 🍋 | angst -> 🌧️ | major tw -> ‼️

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

𐚁 BROTHERS BEST FRIEND | @tongue-like-a-razor

13 parts | ongoing | 🤍🌧️🍋

Jake Seresin x Bradshaw!Reader

The trials and tribulations of falling for your brothers best friend.

𐚁 BRUISES | @ohtobeleah

8 parts | complete | 🌧️‼️

Jake Seresin x WSO!Reader

After a mission goes south, Jake finds himself captured by insurgents that show no remorse. But whats worse than knowing he failed his mission? Knowing that the Weapons Systems Officer who trusted him to bring her home safe was in the same cell as him. Collecting bruises that match his own.

themes of heavy violence, sexual assault, torture, 18+ content, minors dni, mature themes, being held in captivity, hostage style situations, main character death! whump, angst, conversations that discuss antisocial and antisemetic views

𐚁 ROCKS ARE ALLOWED TO CRACK, STARS ARE ALLOWED TO DIM | @sarahsmi13s

oneshot | wc: ~8.0k | 🌧️

jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!pilot!reader

everyone deserves someone to comfort them in their time of need, even the ones that always lend their shoulder.

angst, language, ptsd, description of accident, panic attack, injuries, descriptions of scars, flashbacks, fear of death, familial death (mentioned), crying, bottling up feelings

𐚁 THE WALLS ARE CAVING IN | @desert-fern

oneshot | wc: 5.5k | 🌧️🤍

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x fem!Reader (known as honey bee/honey)

You are sunshine incarnate, the life of the party who is so free with your affection. Jake finds himself struggling to express his desire to be like you while wrestling with his past, what happens when it all comes crashing down around him? AKA Jake is both touch-starved and in love.

jake has a shit dad, angst, still fluffy tho

𐚁 THE BEANERY | @callsign-peach

oneshot | wc: ?? | 🤍

established hangman x female!reader

Jake goes from drinking the base’s stale coffee to bringing in cups from the cafe down the road from the hard deck, and the dagger squad is determined to find out why.

tooth-rotting fluff

Tyler Owens

𐚁 LIKE MOTHER LIKE FATHER LIKE DAUGHTER | @wisdomssdaughterr

oneshot | wc: 3.7k | 🌧️🤍

tyler owens x harding!reader

you had made a name for yourself in the storm chasing game; it was in your genes, being the daughter of the famous chasers jo and bill harding. tyler found your knack for knowing just what the storms thinking, a little infuriating and incredibly impressive

fem!reader, reader gets injured, mentions of blood and injuries, probably inaccurate meteorological info and medical info, angst, fluff, some hurt/comfort

𐚁 CHASE YOUR FEARS | @briefinquiries

oneshot | wc: 11k | 🤍🌧️

tyler owens x f!reader

you and your younger brother are road-tripping across the US when you encounter a tornado. Luckily, the tornado wrangler himself shows up to help.

tornados, fear, flufffff

𐚁 WORTH YOUR WHILE | @wisdomssdaughterr

oneshot | wc: 2.9k | 🤍🌧️

tyler owens x fem!reader

As the local weather woman, you shared an interesting rivalry with your hometown storm-chaser. While you always reported on the dangerous weather from a safe distance, Tyler barreled into it head-first. But things change in the night of the county fair when you find yourself in the middle of a storm rather than the safety of a newsroom.

dramatic fluff, hurt/comfort, description of tornadoes, language, description of injury, slightly inaccurate meteorological info

Glen Powell

𐚁 HEY THERE DARLIN’ | @shellbilee

6 parts | complete | 🤍🌧️🍋

Glen Powell x OFC (Billie James)

fluff, swearing, angst, eventual smut

ⓒ onehopelessromantic, November 2024

[bunni-v1]

Past and Future (Happy Birthday Lighter)

🍓Finished this shit at 4:30am, if y'all don't enjoy this I will kill myself. Anyway had fun writing this, it's more of me fucking around and finding out with Lighter's character, but I think it's fluffy and cute so... enjoy lol

TW: Mentions of Death; Suicidal ideation

Info: Lighter x GN!Reader; Angst to Fluff (?) Kinda?; hurt and comfort (i think??)

Word Count: 2k

December 27th. Two days after Christmas, five days before New Year's. Oddly placed on the calendar, awkwardly smooshed between two major holidays in New Eirdu. To most, it was insignificant, just another day. To Lighter it was something he dreaded each year. Between the holiday cheer and the buzz of excitement for the new year, it was nothing more than a looming cloud dampening his mood.

December 27th, Lighter Lorenz’s birthday, one of the worst days of his life.

He didn’t hate birthdays, they were nice when they were for other people. He had to admit he enjoyed getting gifts for others and seeing their eyes light up when they opened it, and the light atmosphere when everyone sang a horrendously off-key rendition of the birthday song was hard to hate. They were celebrations of the life of that person, a hurrah to cheer them into another long year until the next came around. He just hated his own.

Gifts and cake and warm fuzzy sweet nothings acted only as reminders that he was alive. He was alive, and everyone else who deserved to be wasn’t. Another marker of another year since he lost everything. He wanted to pretend it wasn’t there, maybe sleep until the 28th or run away for a while, but the girls wouldn’t let him.

They’d managed to weasel his birthday out of him about a year into his being here, and they made a point to celebrate it each year. Nothing big, they knew he wasn’t one for huge crowds outside of his fights, but still a party where they showered him with gifts and congratulations that he did not deserve. He didn’t have it in him to tell them to stop.

So, year after year he grinned and bared it with as much grace as someone as fucked up as he could. It wasn’t hard to be grateful for all they did for him, but it was always hard to smile and accept it like he deserved it. The nagging voice in the back of his head reminded him that he shouldn’t be allowed to be this happy, not when his stupidity cost the lives of good people – wonderful people, who he loved.

He usually only lasted until Burnice got out the nitro fuel, then he would quietly slip away from his own party to be alone. The quiet was easier on his mind than the distractions of colorful confetti and sweet cake made just to his taste. He liked to sit in the pain, to recede into that cocoon of hurt, as if to apologize to his friends by torturing himself. 

This year was no different, of course. Just as Burnice handed out the nitro fuel, he quietly slunk into the shadows, smiling to himself as the rest of the Sons of Calydon remained celebrating in his steed. He walked his way to his bike, sighing in the cool night air. The breeze on his skin was the only comfort from the hell in his mind.

He let the air out, hand tucking into his pocket to pull out the little thing of candy he carried around on him. The little lemon drops fall into his palm with ease, and he tosses them back with practiced ease. He rarely felt like smoking anymore, but his birthday was always a struggle. The heightened emotions made him want to take the easy route out, to fall back on his old ways and make stupid mistakes in hopes it would make him feel better. Instead of giving in, though, he sucked on those candies like a saving grace. It was the least he could do for his old friends.

As he stopped in front of his bike, he shoved the candies back into his pocket. Taking a second to himself in the quiet of the night. It was almost over, just a few more hours, and the pain would lessen back down to an ache again. A little longer and he wouldn’t have to worry about constant reminders of being alive, and he wouldn’t have to save face for everyone else’s sake.

“Lighter?” A quiet, soft, almost worried voice from behind him.

He glanced over his shoulder, eyes softening when he saw it was you. You’d been quiet about his birthday all month, not bothering him with any reminders. You knew, intrinsically, how much he hated it. You always knew everything about him, it was an infuriating quirk of yours that he would never want to go away. 

“Hey, dollface,” his voice just as quiet as he raised his arm for you to duck under, “got tired of the party?”

You press yourself into his side, enjoying the warmth of your personal heater, “I saw you leave and I wanted to make sure you weren’t doing anything stupid.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “Me stupid? Never. Just needed some air.”

“Is this getting some air just for you, or could you use some company?” You offer, giving him the reins.

He liked the alone time, he wanted to wallow in self-pity more than anything in the world. His head reminded him that he deserved to be alone on a night like this. Yet, your eyes flutter a little at him, and your lashes brush away those awful thoughts like nothing. 

“I’ve always got room for you,” he hums, giving you one last squeeze before helping you on the bike.

The drive is peaceful, the breeze cooling his hot skin like an apology from the world for all he’d been put through. He doesn’t think he deserves it, but he wouldn’t deny the feeling either. Your arms wrapped firmly around his middle, head pressed against his shoulder only calmed him further. It grounded him back in the present, reminding him that the past had long passed and that he still had things to live for.

The Sons of Calydon, who took him in and cared for him despite how distant he was at the start. The Proxies, who took special care to stop by earlier and give him a gift, congratulated him for being so strong and thanked him for his constant help when they needed it. The other former members of his mercenary group who, despite how much he wanted to deny it, held no ill will to him and wished him the best for the future.

And, of course, you curled against his back. You trusted him with your life, and he would easily lay his down for you – not that you’d let him if you had any say. You kept reminding him every single day that he was someone worth loving, that he was more than his past, and that he was the one who could define what his future looked like. It was hard not to picture it without you there, not with how attached he’d become to your little displays of love for him.

Displays like this, following him out of his party to make sure he wouldn’t do anything to hurt himself more than he was already hurting. He smiles warmly back at you as he eases his bike to a stop at his favorite quiet spot. You smile back pressing a kiss to his shoulder before moving to get off the bike.

You intertwined your fingers with his like it was second nature as you walked to the fence at the cliff's edge. From here you could see the endless desert, and the edge of the hollow, the moon peaking over it in an almost beautiful display. He helps you sit on the fence, placing a protective hand around your waist to keep you from falling forward.

Your hand presses his head into your shoulder, scratching at his scalp with such care it nearly makes his knees buckle. Another reminder of what he has that he couldn’t afford to lose. No one has known him the way you know him, no one has ever had the effect you have on him. It was almost enough to make all the horror of his past dissipate in his mind, but a small part of him still clung to it. Unwilling to allow himself to fully forget.

“You okay?” You ask, interrupting the quiet bubble that had formed around you.

He nods, “Thinking.”

“About…?” You urge with a raise of a brow, unbearably cute in his mind's eye.

He smiles, genuine for the first time that night, “About how much I love you.”

You shake your head at him, but you don’t argue with him about how he’s lying, or try and force him to tell you everything. You don’t need to. You always trust that he’ll tell you when he’s ready. It’s another thing about you that he couldn’t risk losing.

You let the quiet fall over you again, leaning into his chest with a content hum. He allows himself to indulge in your affections for now, preferring having you here in his arms than staring aimlessly at the skyline by himself. It was easier to swallow the ache in his throat with you to soften the harshness of the feeling, regardless of whether you knew you did it or not. 

He wonders, hopelessly, what his old friends would think of you. They would like you, he was sure of that. You had a personality that would let you fit right in with their eclectic group. The idea of you smiling side by side with them warms his chest, his heart aching as it fades away. A dream he’d never get to see.

He’s not aware that he’s crying, he’s not sure how long he has been crying, all he knows is that you turn to him and cradle his face in your hands. They wipe at his tears without needing to be asked, another quiet reassurance that you cared for him regardless of what was going on in his head.

Lighter sniffles pathetically as his eyes lock with your worried ones. You seem to know what's wrong without him needing to say it, which he likely wouldn’t be able to do if you weren’t able to deduce it on your own. You frown at him, bringing him down to kiss his forehead.

“I’m sorry it’s so hard,” You whisper, wrapping your arms around him.

He pulls you in tightly, desperate for the skinship you offered up, “It never gets easier. Everything is a reminder.”

“I know, that’s okay,” you press a kiss to the side of his face, “I don’t think you need to forget it, Lighter. I think you need to learn how to live with it.”

He closes his eyes, the hollow where they’re buried fading from sight as if looking at it would blind him now. He holds you even closer, letting your words sink in. Learning to live with it, sounded much easier than it probably was. Maybe you were right though, he’d done so much wallowing and running, maybe it was time he found a way to live with the pain.

“Mistake, failure, accident… it doesn’t matter what you call it,” you continue, pulling him back to look him in the eyes, “It’ll always hurt, but that hurt is a reminder of how human you are. You don’t want to lose that. Remember it, feel it, and they’ll never really leave you.”

You swallow, taking him in with those pretty eyes of yours. It’s not perfect, but it’s what he needed to hear tonight. He presses you into a kiss, soft and light and nervous. He was afraid you’d disappear if he was too rough. You melt into it, indulging him like he hoped you would. This was the only way he knew how to show you his appreciation, words would never be enough to display how deeply he cared for you.

When he pulled away you were breathless, face flushed from lack of oxygen, and indescribably beautiful. He smiled subconsciously at you, and you returned the look with all the love and admiration in the world.

“Happy Birthday Lighter,” You say soft as the wind still tussling your hair, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” He repeats back, and he feels the ache in his chest lessen every second he spends looking at you. You taught him a lot since he met you. A lot about himself, a lot about those around him, a lot about you. Most importantly, tonight you taught him that despite his past, he made a future for himself that he should be more determined to remember to protect.

[red-phantom-0]

The children are dead

pt 2 of Damien x Ghoul.sib reader

──► as the two siblings grow ever so closer bonded by the cold love of their 'adopted' family and the monstrosity of their past , life throws them another unyielding cruelty that breaks them both entirely.

Tw : major character death , child neglect , revenge

Edit ty for 42 likes !!

part 1 , part 3

I'm done dreaming.

ACT I

It was late December , the air around the manor was grim and chilly , nothing but haunting and a grim reminder that life was harsh and would never be easy. Damien clenches his fingers within his gloves as he attempts to soak up what little warmth he had.

Bruce and his other siblings stood before him in the patio , discussing events pertaining to last night's stake out. Damien tunes out their annoying , scratchy voices, but his eyes trained to every other possible corner of the room searching for them.

The grandfather ticks by, and the conversation turns dull , he had to hold himself exactly ten times from clawing Dick's eyes out whenever he'd call him a demon spwan or ask him who he's planning to kill. He's at his bloody wits until he see y/n's figure limping in.

Damien pushes back his chair and immediately launches himself towards them. They didn't have to convey words as his eyes already gave away how bloody worried he was with them. He can hear Bruce and the others calling him back, but he can't give a bloody damn about them right now.

He watches as y/n's bloody form lean against the doorframe as they slide to the ground like a limp leaf . Damien kneels with them and place his hand on their bleeding stomach - it was a big gash like a vicious creature took a bite out of them.

" Oh my God, we need to get them to a doctor-" he could hear Stephanie say from behind him, and Damien has never unsheathed his sword any faster . " Shut the fuck up and leave them alone " he growled.

The last time y/n went to a doctor , the medicine they used on them caused them to turn into a ghoul for three days straight - for three days his precious sibling was forced to be driven to insanity as their ghoulish form fought with what little human control they had left to suppress themselves from consuming humans.

His poor sibling wore ghoulish scratch marks on their arms and cheeks for months after their attempt at manhandking themseleves . He can see in the distance Tim opening his big trap to give his unwanted opinion, and Damien sneered at him . His sibling couldn't heal from their medication in his own world , hell - no medication could heal them , they had to hope to God they regenerated fast enough.

" Fuck off Drake " he sneered before crouching before y/n once again.

" What happened ?" He questioned them as he pressed him hand onto their wound to stop the wound from gushing even more blood. " Ran into another ghoul - no - he was an investigator from my world that kills ghouls like me - the undefeated ghoul investigator , Arima," they explained through coughing fits.

Damien stilled. He now knew the gravity of how extremely grim the situation became , the white reaper of his siblings' universe has come to end their demise . He remembered y/n talking about him , about how Arima possessed superhuman strength and his immense 'hatred for ghouls' lead the man to kill hundreds if not thousands of ghouls in his 18 years of occupation.

Y/n gave him a small smile . " I'll be okay," they reassured him . Damien just held them as he ignored the outside world.

Oh, how he wished he didn't believe them that night .

ACT II

January 6th , the night was quiet, and still , the moon casted its opulence across the streets of Gotham. A simply routine was instilled tonight , everyone had a simple stake out tonight .

It was the first night in years Damien and y/n hadn't been with each other on a mission for years - something he'd live to regret later . He found it suspicious, but Bruce insisted he needed to join him tonight to test him out as Robin and y/n had persistently encouraged him to go.

So here he was following Bruce from rooftop to rooftop as they stalked some of Joker's henchmen . For the last hour or so , Damien had checked in on y/n , and they reported they were doing okay and had just arrested some petty thrives for the night.

The hour was coming to an end , and so far, everyone but y/n reported in . Damien grew anxious , and y/n was always a timely person, so for them to be late was entirely unheard of.

Bruce reassured him that they were fine but that didn't stop the nagging feeling in his stomach and it's not like Bruce ever cared about your existence to begin with - only cared you did what you had to do and the thought of it pissed him off.

Damien was now finishing up wrapping up his grappling hook when y/n's frantic voice buzzed through his intercom . " Help me - he's - come quick " came their frantic voice through the static. Damien felt dread weighing like lead through his veins as he clutched onto his own intercom.

" Y/n are you okay ? Where are you ?" He asked frantically but was only left with static. Damien immediately began to leave when Bruce stopped him.

" Damien y/n isn't important right now we have more important things to worry about " Bruce or rather batman says and he held his son by the shoulder . Damien harshly yanked it off . " Leave me the fuck alone - I am going to them and you aren't stopping me " He yells as he grappled off the roof.

Batman calls after him, but Damien ignores him as he grapples his way to the other side of Gotham city . His heart beats heavy in his chest as he appraches your last known location only to see the building left in ruin.

Blood splatters were everywhere, and ruins were left anew . " Y/N !!!!" He shouted as he grappled around the area , eyes frantically looking for your figure . He begs , prays to whatever God out there that you're safe as he continued further as he observes more buildings left to ruins.

Ruble covered the area as far as the eye can see , not a living soul in sight. Damien kept calling your name out , tears practically falling down his face as he continued searching.

Minutes ticked by dreadfully until he finally spots you. Your bloody figure lays there in a bed of red spider lillies. Damien lets out an ear, piercing scream at the sight . With shaky legs and arms, he approaches your figure . Your figure layed still as a gentle breeze blow, causing the spider lillies to brush up against your form like a warm blanket .

Damien holds your form with shaky hands as he keeps repeating no's over and over. Your dead brown human eye stared at him , soulless and unmoving while your beautiful red eye had a jaggery, long sword piercing right through it . Your right arm and both your legs were missing , but still - in the moonlight , you looked calm.

Damien grew quiet as he layed his head on your chest , no longer can he selfishly listen to your heartbeat and relish in the familiar love you bestowed upon him. No longer would he be able to share a laugh with you , your pain , your burdens , your bitter coffees to your exhilarating training.

He would no longer have any of those as now you lay dead , robbed from his safe embrace because life was too cruel and unforgiving and had to take away the one good thing he had his life.

He no longer felt angry at the world. No, he felt awake and mad . Be prepared , Gotham , for tonight two children died and your long awaited recogning is comming with nothing but cold , bitter , unforgiving blood shed.

A crow in the distance let out a war cry as Damien kisses your forehead one last time before the spider lillies cover your form one last time , shadong your innocence from the raging hell Damien is about to bestow upon the world.. A gentle breeze blows, and Damien unsheathes his sword, ready to bring destruction and ruin to the world.

dreaming world

prepare to be

awaken.

Part 3, anyone ?

[dinogoofymutated]

Wolverine/Fem!Reader - Masterlist link

You've met Logan Howlett in every life you've lived since the 1900s. And in every lifetime, fate rips you from him just as cruelly as it forces the two of you to meet. How many lives will it take for the two of you to finally have your happily ever after?

General TWs: Reincarnation, death, Major character death (multiple times), Angst with a happy ending. Controlling familiail behavior, descriptions of wounds, descriptions of war, descriptions of violence/death, childhood trauma. Possible historical inaccuracies.

Here's the first chapter!! I waassss gonna wait until I finished part two and post both at once but TBH I was desperate to get this out! I hope yall enjoy this, and I would like to remind everyone that I am not a nurse or any kind of medical personnel, and I kinda struggled to find out about the procedures of ww1 nurses, so take most of the nurse stuff with a grain of salt! like watching a dumbed down version of grey's anatomy lol. I'd also like to say that I decided to make Logan's healing factor slower during ww1 and ww2, as he hadn't gone through the Weapon X program yet. Chapter TWs: Blood, injury, childhood injuries in the prologue scene, war n shit, ww1 canada is a tw on it's own.

     October 22, 1900.

    “Andy!!”  Your brother rolls his eyes at the sound of your high-pitched voice calling his name, turning around with a frown. He always had been faster than you, and today was no different. He had gone running into the woods when your mother had called the two of you in for lunch, and ever the devoted little sister, you had chased after him before she could notice what the two of you were doing. You’re panting when you finally catch up to him, your skirts scrunched up in your fists as you try your best to keep them from catching on bushes and vines.

    “Where are you going? Mama’s calling us for lunch!” Neither of you was supposed to be on this side of the woods, past the fence that marked your family’s property. It made you nervous to be so far past the boundary. Your older brother scoffs at you, turning away once again as he continues to march further. 

    “Father told me that he had set bear traps out to keep the animals away from the house. I’m going to see if he’s caught anything.” Andrew says stubbornly. You rush ahead to try and keep up with him, staying close and looking around anxiously. You never had been a rule breaker, and this was just a little more adventurous than you were comfortable with.

    “Bears? You don’t think we’ll find any, do you? I don't want to see anything be hurt.” You whine, tears forming in your eyes. Your brother laughs at you, the same way did the time you brought some a dying bird, or the time you had begged father to spare the rabbit that had been digging in the garden. He never understood why you were so soft-hearted.

    “You’re going to need to be more brave if you’re going to be an adult one day. Cowards get killed.” Andrews teases, cackling wickedly as he steps on a branch and the sound of it snapping causes you to flinch and cry out, rushing forward to grab hold of his arm.

    “That’s not true!” You cry. 

    “Yeah, it is!” Andrew argues. There’s a bit of a ditch in front of the two of you, and he shakes you off before he hops down. He holds his hand out to help you navigate the drop, and you take it eagerly as you carefully get down, making sure not to dirty your skirts any more than they had been. 

    “No, it’s not! It’s not true! It’s not true because I have you, remember? Big brothers are supposed to protect their little sisters!” You persist once you’re finished. Andrew sighs again, but you don’t doubt his answer for a second. He rolls his eyes at you before he begins to walk on.

    “Of course I am. But you can’t expect me to get to you every time.” Andrew says. You’re about to refute that when the two of you hear a rustling in the bushes up ahead. Andrew holds out a hand to keep you behind him, stopping both of you in your tracks. The birds have stopped singing, and you know that it means something scary is about to happen. Dad calls it a bad oh-men or something along those lines, but you didn’t usually listen to him. Now you’re starting to wish you had.

    “Stay here. I think I hear something up ahead.” Andrew whispers to you. You try to grab for his arms as he leaves you, but he’s too far away, and you find your feet rooted to the spot. You’re too scared to move, holding your hands anxiously as you watch Andrew begin to stumble through the bushes cautiously. You don’t like this. You don’t like it at all. You can only see his head through once he’s through the thick of it, and you hear him huff in disappointment when he doesn’t find anything on the other side.

    “Never mind. There’s not even-” There’s a sound of a mechanical snap before Andrew falls to the ground with a scream. 

    “Andy!” You cry out, immediately bolting through the bush. Branches and briars get caught on your skirt and tear at your skin as you push through to get to him. Your brother is shouting and grunting in pain when you see him, tears dotting his eyes as he stares down at the sight of his ankle caught firmly between the teeth of a bear trap.

    “Stupid trap!” He cries out, his hands shaking from adrenaline. You don’t know what to do, standing frozen at the bloody sight before you, mind going back and forth between whether or not you should go to your brother or run home to get your parents.

     “Help me get it off!” Andrew shouts, and it’s enough to finally bring you back to the situation. You can only nod frantically as you kneel by his side. Hands shaking as you help your brother try and open the trap and get it off of him. The metal digs into your fingers as you try to pry it open, your brother grunting and crying with the effort to do so. You can only think of what your parents will say, what Andrew will do. What if it got infected? What if he lost his foot completely? You realize you’re crying as you and Andrew try with all your might to pull the trap open, grip beginning to slip on the contraption right as Andrew tugs his leg out of the trap. It snaps closed violently after, barely missing both of your fingertips as Andrew rolls away from it.

    “What- What do we do? Andy?” You ask, unable to do much but stare as your brother writes in pain. It’s all happening so fast, but god did everything feel so slow. Andrew manages to make out something about stopping the bleeding, and you’re right on it as you press your small hands to the bloody, mangled, flesh. You squeeze tightly as you pray and pray and pray for him to stop bleeding, shutting your eyes tightly as you sob and cry and wish you could do something, anything more to help your big brother.

    There’s a buzzy feeling in your hands, like pins and needles without the pain. You don’t see it happening as you sit there and bawl for your brother, his warm blood on your hands all you can manage to feel in the moment. The blood begins to slow, and slow, and you don't even realize it has stopped until everything seems to be just as quiet as before. You realize that Andrew isn’t crying anymore, and find yourself brave enough to cautiously open your eyes.

    To your surprise, you don’t see anything. 

    All there is is Andrew’s blood staining his ripped pants and both of your hands- but the strangest part of all was that there was no more wound. Not even a bruise remained of the bone-deep cuts that had been there just a moment before. Your tears begin to dry up as your eyebrows furrow, still hiccuping as you look on at the scene in confusion. When you look up at your brother, he’s wide-eyed. Staring at you in complete shock.

    “Was that you that did that?”  He asks. You don’t know what to say. You don't know. You begin to notice a soreness in your leg as the two of you sit there, simply staring at each other in shock. Eventually, Andrew swallows, before he tries to stand up, doing so effortlessly and without pain. He stretches and flexes his leg, moving it back and forth like his brain is still playing catch up. You try to follow his lead, only to cry out in pain and stumble. There's a deep purple bruise circling your leg when you raise your skirt, one that perfectly mimicked the bloody hole in Andrew’s pants where his own wound once had been.

    He carried you back home that day.

    The Great War began on July 28th, 1914. The archduke of Austria, Franz Ferdinand, had been assassinated, thus causing a series of events that spiraled into the worst war that the world had ever seen until that point. Your brother was quickly whisked away into the battle once the fight had started. He quickly advanced through the ranks, his ever-present charm and intelligence being a boon to him, and an asset to many others. He had always been the fighter. Your bother Andrew, your protector, and keeper of your secrets, now a general in the Canadian army. You could hardly believe it. 

    You, on the other hand, had begun to educate yourself at your brother’s behest. You became a nurse, finding yourself drawn to the field in the absence of the many men who had left mainland hospitals to go to war. You loved it. You loved helping people heal and survive, thrive even, but even so, you had become rather secretive about your natural gifts. Andrew, as supportive as he was, knew that the world would never accept powers like yours. As guilty as you felt every time a patient had slipped through the doctor’s fingers, you knew better. Your healing abilities took from you a fraction of what it gave to others, and using it was just not possible in large doses. You knew that and knew to listen to your brother’s warnings. Still, it did not stop you completely. Healing a wound or broken bone now and then in the shadows, where there was no one there to see. Miracles became your specialty, but your medical knowledge had become your backbone.

    At the end of April, you were surprised to receive a letter from your brother, the contents of it being a plea for you to join him in the war efforts. They needed nurses, trained, knowledgeable, nurses. You would be by his side as much as possible, but you were needed across the sea. And well, if it was your brother asking, who were you to refuse?

Novemver 2nd, 1917

    "You are to keep your medical supplies cleanly and well maintained. I understand that you aren't exactly green in this line of work, but let me tell you, you haven't seen war yet." The senior nurse in front of you has no time for fools, you have only known her for a moment, and yet you know this for a fact. Her pace is fast and purposeful. Her skirt is muddied and stained, and yet her boots do not seem to sink or stick in the mud like yours do as you try your best to keep up with her. Nurse Mary is strict in personality and pace, and you're careful to follow directly behind her throughout the busy encampment. 

Everyone seems to have something urgent to attend to, soldiers and nurses and medics alike all running about through the mud and dirt. There are many hospital tents, many more than you had originally anticipated. You begin to realize exactly why your brother had been so firm in instructing you to refrain from assisting any wounded beyond what help lies within sutures and gauze. 

    “How often do the wounded arrive?” You ask, following her into a rather large hospital tent and passing by various cots with wounded men.

    “You should expect them to arrive every day. The wounded are many, but the dead are more, god rest their souls.”  She tells you, one of her hands clutching the cross around her neck for a moment. There are many things you have learned throughout your schooling, and many gruesome sights you know to expect, but the one thing that still gave you chills was the death toll. You try not to think about it too hard, knowing that it’s just the truth of war that good men go to die. But that doesn’t mean you will ever be forced to be comfortable with it. You pass many rows of wounded soldiers as you follow her through, many being gravely injured with missing and mangled limbs, and shrapnel in places where it should never be. You keep your bedside manner in check, but you know half of those men won’t make it through the night.

    “We should be grateful for the men who return to our care, but please keep in mind that we are the only buffer between them and god. You must understand that losing these men isn’t an if, it’s a when.” You nod solemnly in response to her, quelling the anxiety in your heart. You knew very well that she was right. You casually look around the hospital tent, doing your best to help familiarise yourself with the surroundings when a puff of smoke catches your eye.

    You don’t know where to laugh or scold the man, brown eyes meeting your own as he quickly tries to hide the cigar. Nurse Mary clearly had not seen him, but you certainly did. You can’t help but smile in a baffled sort of way, and the soldier- the quite handsome soldier- smirks, shrugging his shoulders at you. You try not to laugh, choosing to simply shake your head instead of pointing it out to Nurse Mary. It’s something he clearly appreciates, and he tips his head at you, winking as you finally pass him by. You hope you’re not blushing, quickly looking away from him with a smile on your face that you couldn’t fight off.

    “Are you paying attention, Miss? Your brother spoke very highly of your skills, it would be a shame if it were all to be lies.” The nurse ahead of you says, a strict tone in her voice. It almost startles you, bringing you back to earth after the solid minute of distraction the brown-eyed soldier had caused. 

    “I- yes. I apologize. Please, continue.” You reply quickly. You can tell she’s not quite convinced but doesn’t have the time to care, reminding you that there would be little to no time to dally once you had been given decent instruction about the facilities. You’re eager to get to work, and decide that there would be no more distractions today- no matter how charming or handsome they seem to be.

—-

    You were assigned work the moment your walkthrough had been conducted. No downtime, no breaks. You wonder if you truly had any idea how bad things would be where you got here. Seeing the wounded was one thing, but reading their chart was another. You felt detached as you conducted physicals, changed bandages, and redressed wounds and cuts. You checked for infections in those with amputated limbs, knowing that death would soon come for those who were so unfortunate. The difference between any of the men was astounding- wounds from this war unlike any that you had ever seen before. You had heard of the new weapons, the horrors that geniuses had developed so that others would die. It pains you that someone could be so ignorant and cruel- and yet even you hope that you would never have to face those instruments of war.

   Out of all the strange and unusual wounds and war-torn soldiers you met on that day, there was only one who you remembered in truly remarkable detail.

    You see the puff of smoke before you see him, lounging on the backboard of his hospital cot without a care in the world. Besides some old bandages on his chest, you can tell that he’s not in any pain. To be honest, you start to wonder if he belongs in this infirmary at all. He’s distracted, cigar held up to his lips as he takes a deep inhale of the smoke, drowning out his senses with the nicotine. 

    “You must be feeling pretty confident to be breaking the only rule we have in here.” You say, raising an eyebrow at him. He chokes on the smoke rather suddenly, trying to recover as quickly as he can as he puts the cigar out. You give him a sweet smile, trying your best not to laugh. He smiles sort of unabashedly at you, shrugging. 

    “Can’t blame a man for tryin’.” He coughs. You shake your head at him, lifting some papers on your clipboard before you find the one assigned to his cot. Your eyes are immediately drawn to his list of past injuries and causes of infirmary visits. How is this man even alive?

    “Logan Howlett, I presume? You’re pretty perky for a man who has such a long list of injuries.” You state, still reading it through. You’ve never seen this many on one chart before- all dating from the very start of the war to his current visit. Logan gives you a shrug of his shoulders, which isn’t exactly a response you would prefer, but he smiles at you in a charming sort of way that makes your heart flutter. 

    “They call me Lucky Logan for a reason,” Logan hums- causing you to huff a laugh. You shake your head at him, setting the clipboard down on the edge of the bed before you begin conducting a physical and checking on his “wounds.”- not that there really was any besides an odd, yellowed bruise or two that you could almost swear seemed to be lightening by the minute.

    “ ‘You new here?” You glance up at him at the sound of his voice, smiling a bit out of politeness.

   “Why, Is it that easy to tell?” You ask, knowing that he certainly knew so due to him seeing you earlier, but you wonder for a moment if you seemed to be any different from the other nurses. You always strived to be good at what you do, but part of you had a tendency to worry if you could keep up with the others here.

    “Nah,” He says, bluntly. “I just think I’d remember if I had seen a pretty nurse like you before.”  The words make you gape for a moment, that smile still showing as you shake your head at him and try not to laugh. He was a flirt- a rather smooth one too. 

    “Do you use that line on all the ladies?” You tease as you pull out your stethoscope to listen to his heart. You listen, and besides the fact that his heart rate is a little faster than the regular average, you don’t seem to notice anything too strange.

    “Only the ones as pretty as you.” He says. You don’t hold back your laugh at that, and his genuine smile is definitely contagious. You check his eyesight and overall mobility one more time once you’re done, trying not to blush at the way he’s looking at you. You feel his gaze even when you step away to write on his chart, finishing things up.

    “Well, Mr. Howlett, you seem to have a perfect bill of health,” Logan perks up a bit at that, moving to where he can sit on the side of the cot, his feet on the ground. “...but I can’t completely release you just yet. You’re free to wander around some, but you’ll have to wait for the doc to give you one last look-over before you can go back to the frontlines.” He lets out a dramatic sigh, frowning for only a minute before he stands, winking at you as he grabs his shirt from underneath the cot- the bloodied one they wheeled him in here with, no doubt, and puts it on.

    “If that means I’ll be seeing you more often, I’ll take it.” He flirts. You laugh, knowing that you very well might have swooned if you had been any greener to this line of work. Instead, all you can really do is cringe at the sight of his shirt and lean down to the small table to his right, the one where his chart had been, and open the drawer, revealing a freshly clean set of clothes. 

    “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, Smokey.” You joke, finding his surprised face rather endearing. It only takes a moment before he’s smirking again, taking the clothes from you and doing a mock toast to you with the cloth. You shake your head at him, trying to keep your smile contained as you walk away from him and over to your next patient.

    You find yourself thinking about him throughout the day, both delighted and somewhat frustrated at yourself for swooning so easily over a soldier- on your first day, too. You had told yourself when you took this job that you would never do such a thing, knowing that so many romances in a time like this end in tragedy- but you certainly couldn’t seem to help it. You think about him when the other nurses talk about their personal soldiers, out there fighting the war, and think about him again before you go to bed. It was frustrating! You met a man and knew him a whole ten minutes before swooning like a schoolgirl. You suppose it felt nice to be wanted nonetheless and felt nice to be complemented by someone you found so handsome… But you didn’t need to be thinking so hard about this right now anyway. You roll over onto your side in your bed, hoping to fall asleep soon instead of spending time thinking about something that won’t happen.

    Besides, there wasn’t a chance in hell that your brother would ever approve of any relationship you had with a soldier. You were sure that if he had his way, you would die as a spinster- forever reliant on the family. Your dreams that night are more like nightmares, dreaming of faces and growing old and rocking in a chair alone in your brother’s house, a burden to his finances, his wife, and children. But then there are some dreams where you see the face of one particular soldier, and wonder why you felt so compelled by him.

[laundryandtaxesworld]

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idea from @kinardstits

buck smiled as he looked through the baby monitor, emma was about three months old as she was a wiggly baby, but right now she was fast asleep. buck looked at this phone when it dinged. his heart sunk at the notification.

calendar: tommy’s 41st birthday

buck looked at the time. 12 am on november 10th, 2025

“happy birthday my love,” buck clicked on his contacts and went to text tommy’s number. he knew it was stupid but at least he might feel closer to the man he loves. buck scrolled to his contact and clicked on it. he wasn’t faced with the usual options of message, call or face time but instead unblock this caller.

buck never remembered blocking tommy’s contact so he hit unblock, went to their messages and his heart fell out of his chest.

tommy: hey can we call?

tommy: hey, buck are you up for a call?

tommy: i’m going to your loft in 15

tommy: i’m here. can we talk? it’s important.

tommy: you weren’t home, can i call you later?

tommy: please, evan can we talk?

tommy: i guess if you don’t want to talk, i’ll just say it over text. i’m pregnant.

tommy: please, i don’t want this baby to grow up with their parents hating each other.

tommy: i’m sorry i was bothering you. goodbye buck.

that was the last text tommy ever sent him. tears sprung to his eyes as he stared at tommy’s message. pleading to talk to him.

“i’m so sorry tommy, i never saw these.” buck’s tears ran down his face as he started at his phone when emma started wailing, so buck jumped out of bed to sooth her.

as tommy feed emma his thoughts wondered back to tommy, when did buck block tommy? he never remembered doing that, because he loves tommy and if tommy ever needed help, he was there.

but when tommy needed help the most buck wasn’t there.

buck felt hollow as he put emma back to sleep.

if he’d seen these texts then so many things would have been different. he could have been there for tommy through his pregnancy, through labor. he could have been for tommy during one of the hardest parts of his life, but he wasn’t. he was out with the 118 drowning his sorrows with alcohol.

he felt disgusted with himself.

“i’m sorry tommy, i’m sorry, please forgive me. please, i didn’t know. i didn’t see.”

sleep never claimed buck that night. what ifs ran through his head like a freight train of what could have happened. how instead of just having a piece of tommy, he could’ve had all of tommy. he could’ve had tommy and emma.

but he doesn’t, he never would.

so he’ll love emma with his whole body, make sure she knows she loved by both of her fathers, make sure she has a good life.

buck looked back at the baby monitor and smiled.

“i love you my sweet baby girl. your daddy and i love you so very much.”

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[sun-kissy]

mouth wide open | s.b.

tw: major character death

post-azkaban sirius x reader

summary: your husband, sirius, returns to you after twelve years. but at what cost?

A million different memories flash in your mind as you stare transfixed at the man in front of you - intertwining your fingers together when you first entered Hogwarts at 11. Smiling into the first kiss the two of you shared at fifteen. Being held in his arms as you sobbed into his chest when he proposed at twenty-one. Once memories to treasure had now morphed into memories to desperately grasp onto as they were snatched away from you.

“You just wait and see, love. I’ll leave you with your mouth wide open,” he used to say confidently, a grin on his face before he went and did something stupid to impress you. A small smile forms on your lips as you recall how often he claimed that in your teenage years.

It felt surreal, the moment you had dreamt of for years finally taking place right before your eyes. Twelve years, to be exact. You continue to stand there dumbly, quietly taking in his features and timeless beauty. His long, silky black hair, now unruly and messy with lack of care. His hypnotising grey eyes, now sunken and without a spark. Hey, what about that smile of his - the one which always made your heart flutter? You lock your eyes on his lips, eyes lighting up as you see the corners of his mouth tilted up in that familiar, teasing smirk. The familiar sensation of butterflies soaring in your stomach takes over your senses as you look him up and down.

Sirius Black. A name you had grown so accustomed to calling, but a name that had never left your mouth for the past twelve years. He was here now, after all this time. Sirius kept his promise - he said he would return to you, and he did. Your prayers had been answered. The world had brought your husband back to you.

But oh, how you wished he had been brought back to you alive.

“Miss?” the mortuary worker asked irritably, her voice filtering through the haze in your head, causing you to snap back to reality. “Is this your husband or not?”

You glance at her, inhaling sharply. The taste of blood is metallic in your mouth as you bite your lip to stop it from quivering. “Yes,” you murmur, your eyes glossing over as you reach over and gently close his eyes. “This is my husband, Sirius Black.”

“Good,” she mutters to herself, scribbling something on a piece of paper before grabbing the cart carrying his dead body and wheeling it out of the mortuary. You silently watch as he leaves you again. He had left you with a broken heart, crushed soul, and true to his words - your mouth wide open.

[shiviwrites07]

Falling

Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : It all takes a turn after the symbol of peace dissapears…

TW: Major Character Death, just pure angst.

Word Count: 1.8k words

Waking up to your beautiful face in the morning was Izuku’s favourite thing. He loved seeing your peaceful face, with a content smile on your face, snuggled into his chest as the sunlight peaked through the curtains and presented a majestic glow on your body. He slowly reached out his hand and tucked the small hairs behind your ears that had fallen out of place. As you slowly stirred awake and looked at him with the most beautiful smile and doe eyes filled with love, he felt the most content. He chuckled as he watched you snuggle closer to him and fall back asleep. He reluctantly got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to clean up. 

                                                      As you stirred awake from your dream, you reached for the person on your side and frowned when you realised he wasn’t there. But the smell of toast and eggs tingled your senses and you smiled at the fact that Izuku was making your breakfast. As you head towards the kitchen, you sit down on the table and look at the view of the city from the glass wall of your penthouse as Izuku slides you your cup of coffee. You thank him with a kiss and sit down together to eat. You make small talk and Izuku informs you how sad he felt at the fact that he would have to leave you alone on your free day cause he has to work on a new case that has been a mystery the past few days. You reach for his cheek and he melts into your palm as you tell him, “Come back home safe okay Izu?” 

                                                  As he leaves the house bidding you goodbye and that he would come home soon, you hug him and tell him to stay safe and have a good day. But your gut told you that something bad was going to happen. You where sitting on the couch finishing some paperwork from your last mission as the TV played in the background. “REPORTING LIVE FROM MUSTAFU! PRO HERO DEKU IN A GUT WRENCHING FIGHT WITH MYSTERY VILLAIN VENGEANCE! WHO WILL WIN?” You look up at the screen and gasp when you see what state Izuku was in. You rush towards your bedroom and get changed into your hero gear as you bolt out of your penthouse. You run as fast as you can towards the scene and land a damaging blow on the villain as you stand infront of Izuku. “Ah the wife is here to save his husband huh? Too bad you’ll fail!” Said the villain as he launched his attack. ‘He’s fast’ You think as you barely dodge his attack. You see Shouto and Dynamight reach for Deku, and feel relived when they take him to a safe place. You exchange a blow after blow until the villain lies on the floor and you raise you arm in victory as you hold your bleeding side. You were in the middle of getting patched up when you saw the commotion outside, the villain screamed “You think you’ve won H/N? But you lost! Hahahaha” As he ditches the police. You don’t understand what he’d said until your sidekick rushes into the ambulance and says that Deku is gone.

The next few days went by in a blur as you buried yourself in the task of finding your husband. After 20 days, there was still no sign of Izuku. You slowly started to give up hope as crime rates started increasing as villains started terrorising the civilians in the absence of the symbol of peace. As you sat on the couch looking through papers, the front door slammed open. Your eyes widened as a bloodied form of Deku stumbles in. You rush to hold him as he passes out in your arms. 

After a few minutes of cleaning and patching him up, you examine his features, relieved at the fact that he wasn’t too harmed. You set him down on the bed and head to the kitchen to prepare his favourite Katsudon, a recipe you had learned from Inko as you call Katsuki and inform him about Izuku’s reappearance. Katsuki sounds relieved but it is immediately followed by a sense of suspicion which he doesn’t make much out of. (now he thinks he should have)

As you finish frying the meat and cooking the rice, you notice two arms that come and snake around your face. You turn to look back at him and tears well up in your eyes as you look at his beautiful bruised face smiling down at you. “Did you miss me my love?” He says as he hugs you while you turn around and burry your face in his chest, weeping at the thought that you had nearly lost him. He cradles your face and wipes away your tears with his thumbs and says, “It’s okay baby, you don’t have to worry anymore. I’m sorry I disappeared suddenly. I was under Anesthesia when the villain must have kidnapped me. When I woke up I was in a basement, I had no idea where I was but I knew I had to make it back to you. So I somehow managed to escape. I’m so glad I did.” He helps you set the table and you both sit and talk about how the situation has been while he was away as you both eat. As you lay in bed, cradling each other in your arms, you manage to fall asleep after a long time. 

You wake up in darkness, surrounded by an abyss. You panic at your situation and fail to notice the light coming from the opposite direction. As the light gets brighter, you notice a figure, bloodied and bruised, tied on a chair as it thrashes around. As you walk towards it, the figure of Vengeance suddenly appears and says “Peek-a-boo!” 

You wake up in cold sweat, as you look around yourself and notice you’re back at your apartment as Izuku sleeps peacefully beside you. You calm yourself down and head to the kitchen for a glass of water and think about how it was surprising that Izuku suddenly appeared after a long time. But you brushed the thought aside and headed back to bed.

As the days went by, the crime rate went down as Deku was back at work but you couldn’t help but notice the slight changes about him. He started coming back home later than usual and left before you woke up. Even though you both worked at the same agency, you barely saw him and when you did, he was always buried in paperwork, like he was searching for something. When you decided to confront him about it, he brushed off your concerns and said that he was working twice as hard to pick up where he had left. 

Months passed by and you felt yourself drifting apart from him. Others noticed the changes in him too, but they never put much thought into it. 

On 26th September, Vengeance made a reappearance in Mustafu. He had brought an army of villains from Tartarus and all of the heroes were confused as to how they managed to break free. He called out, “WHERE ARE YOU H/N? Come out, come out wherever you are~” They were manic, as they started destroying everything around them. Vengeance looked up with a smile when he saw Izuku and you standing on a rooftop and fighting other villains. “My dearest Y/N~” You turned around and received a nasty punch to your abdomen and blew back a few feet. You looked down at your wound, you must’ve broken a few ribs. You looked up to see Izuku fighting the other villains and rushed in to the fight head first.

A few hours later, you looked around you and saw all the destruction that had taken place. Many heroes and villains alike were gravely injured. You weren’t in a good condition either. As you and Vengeance stand face to face, he calls out, “Deku! It’s your turn now!” You’re caught of guard as black whip grabs you and throws you across the roof onto another building. You roll on the floor and when you look up from the ground you see Deku standing there with a look of such hatred, that it rattles you to your core. “You know I never loved you right? You were Almight’s goddaughter and I knew that if I had you, I would have him in the palm of my hands too. I wanted to get rid of you before, but then I realised that I needed to keep you for the future. I cheated on you with my sidekick too, but you were so naive and trusting, you never suspected that did you?” Each word was like a knife being stabbed into your heart and you didn’t even realise that he had backed you up to the edge of the roof. You noticed the helicopters flying above your head, recording all of it. “No! That can’t be true. My Izuku loves me, he respects uncle Toshi and he would do anything to protect anyone he loves!” You shout, trying to grapple the fact that this couldn’t be the guy you fell in love with. 

“Well how kind of you! But you never even realised, I’m not him.” He whispers into your ear as he pushes you back. In a state of shock, you freeze and fall off the building.

As you’re falling down, you reminisce about all the moments you spent with everyone you loved and the second before your death, Izuku’s smile flashes before your eyes and you smile at the fact that you were right about Izuku, because that villain was not him. 

As your body crashes onto the ground and blood pools around your body, the clone reveals his true from and is taken away by the police who identify him as Vengeance’s brother. They are both arrested and admit in the police custody that they were obsessed with you and since you couldn’t be theirs, you can’t be anyone’s. 

Meanwhile, Locked in a dark room as he looks at your falling body on the TV and the events that follow, the real Izuku thrashes and weeps in the chair he’s tied in, hating the fact that he couldn’t protect you, the only one he truly loved and that you must’ve thought that he was the one who killed you and betrayed you. He looks towards the TV with lifeless eyes, regretting that he beer got the chance to make your wear that ring hidden the the lower right corner of your safe. As he sat limp in his chair, it finally realised hit him that you were falling, and he wasn’t there to catch you. 

@dearestgojo

[shotmrmiller]

Inevitable (Ending 1 to Situationship)

Pairings: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x AFAB! Reader

TW: Major Character Death, blood, hurt/ little comfort, a g o n y

Simon closes his eyes in defeat. He had been dancing with death for too long, and it'd finally come to collect it's dues.

This particular mission had been long. He knew it would be. Price had debriefed him on it months before— since it would only be them two. They were the seniors of the task force. They've done a similar mission before, so it seemed only natural that they did it again.

But it didn't mean it hadn't been shit since they arrived.

Almost 9 months out in the freezing cold, MRE's every day, waiting for the chance to finally get their hands on vital information that would save millions.

It was a tiny town in Russia, Oymyakon. Home to about 500 people. Soldiers, mostly. The plan had been to wait for a large portion of the small militia to move cities— to another safe house in the nearby city of Khara-Tumul. What prolonged this mission was that while Ghost and Price knew they'd move, they didn't know when. And it had been imperative that the duo get out here not to miss this slim window.

To Simon, this had been a perfect way to not be distracted with the situation back home. With you.

You had been with him for years now, and he always loved going home to you. A warm flat, a home-cooked meal, and the love in your eyes every time he came back from a mission. But then something he hoped wouldn't happen, did. Simon's past chose to catch up with him now. Now, when he finally had something to look forward to in life.

One day, outside his door, was an envelope. He had felt a crushing pressure on his chest. The blood in his veins was cold, and his hands trembled as he picked up the envelope. He squeezed his eyes as he let out a shuddering breath— praying to whatever higher power that the enemies he has made throughout the years don't know about you. He practically rips open the package and his worst fear is confirmed. Photos of you and Simon out on a date. He even remembers the said date because you had been wearing the sexiest leather booties he'd ever seen. Simon had made you wear them as he fucked you into the mattress that night.

Which meant that Simon had to end it with you. He was about to go on a mission for an unprecedented amount of time and he would not be here to protect you. So a month before leaving, he treated you coldly. Harshly. A way he'd never dream of being with you. He would hear you crying in the bedroom and it was a knife to his heart, but to him, it seemed like it was the only way to keep you safe.

Then, a moment he'll never forget. He said that he didn't feel the same for you as he did before. Thought it best if you both went your separate ways and that it had to be within the next two weeks because he was selling the flat and moving away. That whatever of his you had, to give it to him. Any sleeping shirts, photos, and the bloody ring he promised himself you'd wear to your grave.

He was a witness to how you broke at his words. God. He, at that moment. wished his enemies just took him and be done with it. Relieve him of the agony he caused to himself by hurting you. You wailed, agonizingly loud, fat tears rolling down your cheeks and dripping from your chin to the floor for what seemed like hours.

Til your heartbreak turned to rage. You spit venom at him. That if he had another 'cunt' waiting for him somewhere. That if he ever even loved you. You always were his strong merciless woman with fire in your veins and smoke in your lungs. How hard it was to be him, sitting on the couch and blankly stare at the telly without rising to your jibes. To tell you the truth. That there has been no one before you and there won't be one after you. But he forced himself to ignore you as you shoved all of your belongings in your luggage before throwing him the engagement ring and slamming the door.

Gone.

After this, he lived up to his namesake. He was a ghost from your past life. As if he had never been there in the first place. You moved away, far away, and it was bittersweet for Simon because this way you could disappear, out of the limelight. Breathing. Alive.

And he kept an eye on you, from afar. Just to make sure you were safe.

It worked. Both fortunately and unfortunately. You moved on, it seemed. Not from him, which he is so grateful for, but your life went on in every other aspect. It went uninterrupted up until his deployment.

It was supposed to be a simple but long mission. Wait for them to clear out before cleaning house. But even with all the careful planning, and no fucking mistakes, it went tits up.

Somehow they missed one. One fucking enemy. Simon had been standing behind John and turned around after hearing the crunch of broken glass behind him.

One shot to Simon's shoulder, another to his stomach, and then another to the right side of his chest. Before Simon falls, John shoots the last man dead. He throws himself to his knees next to Simon, gloved hands on top of each other as he presses hard into the bullet hole bleeding the most— the one in his ribcage.

"Christ, Ghost. Stay with me, son. We'll get you out of here and patched up in no time, yeah?"

Simon can't hear anything past the rushing of blood in his ears and his own heartbeat, pumping out blood from his wounds with each pulse. Simon's losing too much blood, too fast, and he knows it.

Price is panicking, voice warbling on the radio calling for medevac, but the wait time is 45 minutes. Far too long. And Simon had beat the devil once, long ago. Everyone knows he can't be beaten twice. He opens his mouth and blood bubbles in it as he tries to speak.

"I'm not making it, Captain."

"The hell you're not, Simon, stay with me!"

Simon grabs John's wrist with the little strength he's got left and whispers out, "Captain. John. Please," before digging into the inside of his glove, and pulling out something before clasping it in John's hands and squeezing.

"Please."

John looks at his own hand and nods, eyes glassy with years before he sniffles, clears his throat, and tells Simon of how his daughter had just learned how to argue back when he wouldn't give her any more juice because she's had too much.

Simon is still gripping John's hand as he drops his head back in resignation —before he imagines the family he could've had with you. Pretty little girl with curly hair, your eyes, and all of your attitude. In another life, he thinks, he'd find you there too. In any life, he'd love you.

He wheezes an inhale once—wet, painful— and exhales, and then his chest stills. Hand gripping John's goes limp. John lets out an agonizing scream through his teeth before he presses the button on his radio so hard it cracks.

"All stations— this is Bravo. We got the intel...One KIA."

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You're in your bed, toasty and warm, when there's a knock on your door. You sharply raise your head before turning to look at the clock.

8 a.m.

'Who in the hell is at my door at this hour?'

You begrudgingly throw the covers to the side, hand on the swell of your belly before rolling up from your side to sit on the edge of the bed, and step into your slippers. One hand underneath your 3rd trimester bump, you drag your feet towards the front door and open it.

A tall man with mutton chops and a black beanie is standing in front of you. He looks down at your heavily pregnant stomach and closes his eyes, softly shaking his head with a, 'Bloody fuckin' hell.'

Your face is contorting into confusion when he opens his mouth to say, "You must be Simon's fiancee."

Your heart starts to pound into your ribcage. You don't even try to refute his claim because you have an inkling of what this is about. 'Please god, no.'

"It is with deep regret that I am here to inform you of the untimely death of your fiance, Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley. He died on active duty, contributing his best to our cause. The reputation gained by your fiance is a fine one, and I hope the knowledge of this affords you pride and comfort during your sorrow. I extend my heartfelt sympathy to you."

Your throat is closing up, choking you as tears well in your eyes. Chest is on fire because you can't breathe and your chin is trembling with the struggle to not weep and fall on your knees. Taking a deep shuddering breath, you clench your teeth. You're livid. Whatever the fuck this is, it isn't good enough for your Simon.

Voice warbly and wet, you hiss, "I could've gotten a casualty letter from the bloody military if I wanted to hear you spew your shit," ending it with a sniffle.

"You're right. May I come in?"

Throwing the door open, you shuffle inside as John steps inside. You're about to sit down when you hear a "Let me.", before the chair you're about to sit on is pulled back. Holding the underside of your belly, you let out a huff as you drop your weight to the seat.

You turn to look at John and you see the clench in his jaw before he opens his mouth to try and speak but he cuts himself off with a clearing of his throat. He takes a second before swallowing and grips the back of one of your dinner table chairs before attempting to speak again.

"Simon was one of my best." Your eyes soften at how frail and shaky his voice sounds.

"He was always at my six. Said it was to be the eyes I didn't have at the back of my head. But I know he always had his facing an open area whenever I was turned around. He died for me. Had he been standing anywhere else other than behind me, he would still be here," and he breaks down, shaky sobs leaving him.

You slowly get up, hand to your lower back before moving to him and giving him an embrace as you wail into his shirt— mourning the loss of a loved one.

It seems like a long time before John taps your upper back and says, "Come. This cannot be good for the baby. You need some relaxing tea, eh?"

With hiccupping breaths, you pull away to look at him before nodding.

"Come. You're gonna make it for me. I wish to get to know what kind of extraordinary man you must be. Simon would not have given his life for less."

He gives a self-deprecating chuckle before he digs into his pockets, before holding his fist out, dog tags glinting under the light and a small white square between his thumb and index. That square has your address written in shorthand and it had a bloody streak over a part of it— the streak the shape of a finger, as if ripped out from someone's hand.

"His dog tags. As well as what Simon on his dying breath. He carried this with him, and by the state of how crumpled it is, he had it everywhere with him."

You take the chain, putting it around your neck— tags resting against your belly— before taking the paper. It's a photo of you. You're in a flower sundress, skin glowing under the rays of the sun with a blinding smile and rosy cheeks. You knew this photo. Simon always claimed it was his favorite. That he loved your smile here because He had made you smile like that.

Your tears are slipping from your eyes and dripping onto your pajamas before picking up the dog tags and pressing a kiss onto the cold metal, then letting them drop. Little baby Riley gives a swift kick to where the tags landed on your stomach.

@thychuvaluswife

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

Mcr headcanon: y/n (gn) is starring in a horror movie and they’re character d!es in the movie.

Like they d!e in a HORRIBLE way, like horrifying way, how do the boys react to it?

TW: mentions of a fictional character's death, mentions of food, mentions of jealousy

Gerard

I'm literally on my way back from a Yosakoi festival after getting up at 3am (it's 9pm currently, I had 4 hours of sleep), and my feet have been in soaking wet shoes for the past 10 hours (I think they're starting to develop gills) because the rainy season decided to made a comeback and they had to cancel the fireworks because of that (at a festival that's called a "fire carnival" of all events), and you're coming with this? Not formatted properly because I'm literally sitting in a bus, that's driving through the Kyūshū night while I have glitter stones stuck to my face and two braids with Yukata-hair-accessories on my head.

WC: ???

Assuming Gerard knows what's gonna happen, he's probably looking forward to it. He's sitting in your living room, watching the screen attentively, the snacks you were sharing long forgotten as his eyes follow the action. He's leant forward, ellbows on knees, asking "oh, is this where it happens?" in an almost gleeful voice. Depending on how sudden the scene happens, he either gets jumpscared or just follows the story like the most interesting lecture. Either way he ends up laughing, and leaning back into the couch once it's over, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and kissing your forehead. "Well done," he'll tell you with his lips pressed to your forehead.

Would he watch that movie again: sure! It's a good movie! Next time he'd like to discuss the foreshadowing of the ending through the use of colours and the weather in the early scenes of the movie.

Mikey

Mikey loves horror movies, and that his s/o is staring in one is just a major plus to him. He has a lot of experience with horro movies, so he catches on pretty early that your character is going to die, even if you didn't tell him. He would low-key get excited about it. A voice in the back of his head tells him that 15 or 20 years ago the idea of watching a character that has the face of a beloved person die on screen would have terrified him, even though he was very well able to tell fiction from reality, but now he just enjoys the action, as he feels you cuddled into his side. He might even go as far as offer ideas for even more gruesome deaths, or ways to make the character's death even more painful for the audience.

Would he watch that movie again: absolutely! Has the potential to become a new favourite of his.

Side note: my seatmate just fell asleep on my shoulder. I shall not move until she wakes up.

Ray

Ray would generally be pretty chill about it. He grew up with horror movies too, and he is used to seeing you on screen, so he isn't all too bothered by it, but probably more bothered than Gerard. He doesn't show it all too openly, only pulls you in after the scene is over and praises your work. The only indication that he is more affected by it than he lets on is when he pulls you in a little tighter that night, holding you close to his warm body with his nose buried against your neck. (Seatmate just tried sitting up, and failed. Head is back on my shoulder.)

Would he watch that movie again: he wouldn't necessarily bring it up by himself. If he wants to see you act, there are other movies you're in, where you get a happy end, or at least don't die (he prefers watching those over watching your character die, even if he has to suffer through watching you kiss another actor or actress in front of the camera. It always makes him a bit more self-conscious watching you kiss those perfect people, even if it's not real, and he get a bit more clingy than usual for a few days afterwards.)

Seatmate sat up again, is leaning towards the other side now.

Frank

Frank plays is cool, but isn't. Like the others he has seen enough horror movies and has seen you enough on screen. He's even okay with your characters making out with other characters on screen, even though he does have a (well controlled) possessive side that usually tries to act up when some person is hitting on you. (Seatmate's head is back on my shoulder. She's so cute.) So he knows he shouldn't feel that pit in his stomach opening, it's just fiction after all, you're right here next to him, babbling about how hot the studio was that day while playing with his fingers. Still he closes his eyes at the last shot showing your character staring up right past the camera with lifeless eyes. He has watched your characters die on screen before, but something about the way this is portrayed hits different. "Whoa, that looked pretty real," he'd chuckle, his voice a little more shaky than he'd like to admit, "rad acting there!" Luckily you know him well enough to see through his facade. You know he's self-conscious about his feelings towards this scene, so you don't address it directly, but you scoot a little closer to him at night, and he takes the invitation, and wrappes you in his arms (which is rare, since he usually needs a little bit of space to fall asleep).

Would he watch that movie again: only if you asked and he couldn't come up with an excuse not to watch it. He'd rather not see this last shot of your face again.

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