"They're gone... They're really gone" for Piers, Leon and Raihan, please? (Tw for female Reader's death, because that's what I want!)
I got a little carried away with Piers, so I will divide this one into 3 parts so I can put as much effort into Leon and Raihan!
Regret || Piers x s/o passing away
You chuckled as you walked home. You just had an amazing date with your boyfriend, Piers, and you were walking home after spending the afternoon at his house. He had offered to walk you home but you denied, you told him that you would be ok, Spikemuth was always really peaceful anyway. Little did you know what would come for you.
You heard a weird noise, so you looked around to see what it was. You probably thought that Piers had sent a team yell member to look after you while you walked home, so after you took a look at your surroundings and found nothing, you stayed with your little theory and continued to walk home. But weird enough, you heard the sound once again, and it didn’t sound like a sound a normal human would make, Nah-uh, it actually sounded a lot like a pokemon. You shrugged, but this time, you were a little scared. You began walking home, but now at a much slower pace. Suddenly a malamar jumped in front of you and it had a huge piece of glass stuck in its torso. It sounded like the strange noises were a cry for help. And so, without hesitating, you approached it to tried and help it. You delicately grabbed the piece of glass in your hands and softly tried to pull it out, but apparently, the malamar thought you were trying to hurt it and with one of its sharp tentacles, it penetrated your chest. You fell to the ground as it run away, your vision was getting blurry and your chest hurt like crazy. After a few minutes, you ended up fainting and just staying there, in the middle of the road. A small pool of blood was creating around you.
About half an hour passed, you were still laying on the ground and nobody had found you because it was already late at night. A team yell member was running around because his nickit had run away. When he spotted you, he immediately started freaking out and just screaming for someone to come and help. More team yells members came and they appeared to be better at handling stressful situations because they immediately called an ambulance. They were trying to come up with a way to tell Piers what was happening, but no matter what, they were in need to tell him.
The rock star was fast asleep when he heard someone frantically knocking on the door and ringing the doorbell. He was really annoyed and decided to ignore it for a few seconds, but the knocking was getting more and more intense, so he had no other choice but to go open the door and see what was happening. He scratched his eyes as he got off the bed and walked towards the entrance of his house. Piers opened the door and was surprised by a team yell member.
“Blood!- hospital… we had to call an ambulance… you need to go!” The team yell member spouted desperately while trying to explain. Piers sighed, furrowing his eyebrows while scratching the back of his neck.
“Did you have a nightmare?” He asked crossing his arms as things like this had happened before. The guy shook his head and tried to calm down so he could explain to the gym leader what was happening.
“Y/N… I found her on the floor… and she was- she was bleeding! We had to call an ambulance” The team yell member said, more serene now. Piers immediately reacted in an alarming way. His eyes widened and he pushed the team yell member away without any mercy, he didn’t even think about him at all. As Piers ran, he could feel his heart beating faster and faster, he began to sweat and his head was hurting, he was just imagining the most destructive things he could come up with. And what’s worst is that he was not far from the truth.
He finally got to the hospital as it was not really far away from his house. He was panting and demanding the nurse in the lobby to see you. She told him multiple times that he was not direct family and he was not allowed to see you. But he was getting so demanding and so intimidating that she didn’t have any choice but to let him go see you.
When he got to the room where you were staying, he had to start holding back his tears. He couldn’t see you like this, it physically pained him. He sat right next to you, he held your hand close and just stayed there, without saying anything, he liked your smell a lot, it relaxed him, but in this situation, there was nothing that could call him down.
A few minutes later, tears started rolling down his eyes. He kissed your hand and just begged for you to wake up. Nonetheless, it didn’t work.
Doctors had put you in an induced coma as that tentacle had penetrated your lung. Piers would come around to the hospital every day. He would go there at 10:00 pm in the morning and leave roughly at 2:00 am every day for about 5 days straight. Without missing.
The doctors and nurses said you were going well and that you would recover soon. Sadly that’s not what happened.
It was a Thursday night, and the clock in the cold hospital room marked 9:00 pm. Piers was sitting next to you as he sang you soft lullabies. Piers took a deep breath, thinking about a lullaby he could sing to you next when he suddenly came up with one.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy when skies are grey.
You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you,
Please don't take my sunshine away.
The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping,
I dreamt I held you in my arms.
When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken,
So I hung my head, and I cried.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy when skies are grey.
You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you,
Please don't take my sunshine away.
I'll always love you and make you happy,
If you will only say the same.
But if you leave me to love another,
You'll regret it all one day.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy when skies are grey.
You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you,
Please don't take my sunshine away.
Please don't take my sunshine away.”
When piers finished singing, he couldn't help but shed a tear. He looked at you, realizing how pale you looked. Your cheeks used to be rosy red, your eyes would sparkle, and your mouth would be smiling 24/7.
“Please y/n, don’t leave me… You know I can’t make it on my own” He cried while holding your hand close to his chest. His tears would fall onto your arm. He really hoped that you would hear this, wake up and get better, but he knew that this was not a fairy tale and that was not going to happen. It actually happened the opposite.
As he cried, he realized that you were breathing shakily all of a sudden, and the Electrocardiogram was going off and making weird sounds. Piers began just screaming for a nurse to come while pressing the ‘Call the nurse’ button on the little remote next to the bed. It took them a little but they eventually arrived. One doctor had to push Piers away from you because he did not want to get out of the room. He begged to stay but they denied him and closed the door on his face.
“Fuck you” He whispered to himself.
A long time had passed and he wasn’t getting any news from you. The nervousness was getting the best of him, he couldn’t help but want to cry. He really wanted all of this to be over, he wanted to go home and cuddle with you and not let go for a year, he wanted to make you breakfast in bed, he wanted to do all these things.
He tried to clear his mind by imagining how he’s gonna pamper you when you get better, all the things you would do together, and all the precautions he was going to take, promising himself he was not going to let you get hurt ever again.
He was getting carried away with his imagination when a doctor got out of the room, his face was full of concern and Piers knew he was not going to get good news, although he just thought he was going to get something like ‘She won’t wake up soon’, ‘She’ll need to stay here longer’, or something like that.
“Sir… y/n has passed away,” the doctor said in a soft voice so he doesn’t sound harsh. But Piers wasn’t focused on that, he was more focused on crying. He couldn’t handle this, he just couldn’t. His little ray of sunshine had left him alone in the dark.
It’s been a month since your passing, and Piers would not come out of his room. He acted much more hostile and the only things he did were write songs, play the guitar, eat, sleep and cry. There is one song he wrote that he hates but loves at the same time. It’s so good, but every time he sings it, he just feels like he’s re-opening a wound and putting salt on it. Marnie had advised him to maybe go to the cemetery and sing the song to you. She says that it might feel liberating for him. He refused at first, but after a few days, he decided that he could not bear all this pain in his heart and needed to take it out somehow, and his little sister’s advice sounded like a pretty easy way to do it.
Everyone was surprised to see him out of his room. They thought he was never going to come out. But he was avoiding all fans and rejecting talking to them. He was walking quickly as he wanted to sing this as quickly as possible to let it all out.
It didn’t take him long to arrive at the cemetery and find your stone, as he had memorized it by heart. He sat down in front of your stone, he softly ran his fingers down the carved letters on it.
“I’m not trying to get emotional… I just wanted to sing you this song I wrote for you, doll” He pretended like he was talking to you. He took a little piece of paper out of his pocket, the whole song was written on it. He looked at the paper, took a deep breath, and began singing.
“The evil it spread like a fever ahead
It was night when you died, my firefly
What could I have said to raise you from the dead?
Oh could I be the sky on the Fourth of July?
My little hawk, why do you cry?
Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?
Sitting at the bed with the halo at your head
Was it all a disguise, like Junior High
Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction
Did you get enough love, my little dove
And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best
Though it never felt right
The hospital asked should the body be cast
Before I say goodbye, my star in the sky
Such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth
Do you find it all right, my dragonfly?
Shall we look at the moon, my little loon
Make the most of your life, while it is rife
My little hawk, why do you cry?
Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?
We're all gonna die”. Tears rolling down his cheeks, he laughed at himself.
“I’m sorry, I told you I was not going to get emotional, it’s just… wow… I can’t believe you’re gone… you’re really gone”
A/N: both of the songs in the one-shot are not mine, one is an old lullaby and the second one is 'Fourth of july' by Sufjan Stevens.
