(It's a loose end, but there's a bonus after that would imply that nobody died 💅) (still warning though) (they're going through it)
TL;DR, you have to option of if the death actually happens or not.
Mantis is dying, and when Peter Quill holds her, she feels his hurt too.
Mantis knew she was dying.
The pounding in her head had gotten weaker. She'd stopped coughing. She couldn't even really feel the stone roads beneath her.
It was cold. She was cold. This was it.
Combat still stirred around her, but she couldn't really hear what was happening clearly. If she had the energy to frown, she would. Her team might still need her.
Something blocked the light. Mantis tried to focus.
"Hey, hey Mantis." It was Peter Quill. "Mantis, you're okay, you can get up."
She squinted, still trying to focus. "Pe...?"
His hands landed on her shoulders, and suddenly all of her pain was back.
Peter flinched, letting go. "I'm sorry, shit-"
"You're hurt," she managed, trying to sit up.
"Shh, shh."
"Peter..."
And he was holding her again. She knew because the pain was back, deep in her chest. Tears procked in the corners of her eyes. He was hurt, he needed help.
He called out, "Somebody help!"
Something twisted inside her. He needed help and she couldn't find it in her to help him. She reached feebly for his face, trying to get any amount of healing energy to her fingertips.
"You're hurt," Mantis repeated.
Peter took her hand. "I'm okay."
"I can feel..." She took in a shuddered breath. "...your pain."
"I'm okay."
"Liar."
"I'm not hurt." His grip on her tightened. "Mantis, you're hurt."
"But I feel..."
...
"Mantis, stay with me."
"I'm sorry."
Peter choked on his words. "Don't."
She tried again to reach for his face. "You're hurt."
He guided her hand to his cheek. It was wet. He was crying?
"Why..?"
Peter chuckled. It was a horrible sound. "Please don't die on me."
He was feeling this pain... because of her?
"Pe..."
"I've got you, Mantis, just stay a little longer."
Maybe she could do that.
BONUS!
Mantis sat up, drenched, much to the chagrin of Starlord. He was standing with his arms crossed, drops of water dripping from his hair.
"Mrrr!"
"Hi Jeff." Mantis rubbed the top of his head, only to become so overwhelmed with warmth that she had to giggle. "Thanks for saving me."
"Dun dun!!!"
"Dun dun," Starlord repeated.
"You really are a sensitive one, Quill."
"Don't start with me right now, I cried real tears for you."
"Do I need to put you down for nap time?"
"Sheesh!" He raised his hands in surrender.
"Mrrrraw!!" Jeff hit Peter with another burst of water.
I was going through my notes on my phone to better organize my writing, and I found some old writing prompts that I've been hoarding, and very obviously not using.
Zilch need for credit or anything, just thought they'd be fun for a writing exercise or something of the like!
Prompt 1: "I loved you when I knew you would lose me and I think that makes me the villain."
Prompt 2: A person listening to their favourite album for the last time.
Prompt 3: "I don't deserve you." (Contrast)
Story begins with "they don't deserve you," meaning that the subject is put on a pedestal and revered. The POV character thinks the subject is too good for them.
Story ends with "they don't deserve you," meaning that the subject has done heinous acts. The POV character realizes that they deserve better.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Maybe one day, they’d finally talk about it.
Marcille is always either asleep or awake. Chilchuck is always either focused or in another world. They understand each other more than either care to admit.
Title from: Donna Summer - Breakaway
I WROTE A DUNGEON MESHI FIC!! SCREAMS AND DIES (it’s really short) (like, 400 words) (but look yall i have been BUSY)
Turning Red | Taeyoung and Jesse | Whumptober Day 4 | Shock | "You in there?" | Post Plane Crash
CW: Post traumatic incident (Plane Crash)
Taeyoung and Jesse were taken from the scene first.
Taeyoung was shaking. Even with the emergency blankets, even with the attendants watching him closely, even when he was offered an extra layer.
He couldn’t look out the windows. Being up in the air never made him uneasy before, but each shutter of the helicopter threatened to throw him back into the ocean. He didn’t quite believe that such a horrible thing could be truly over, like he was bound to that island.
It wasn’t right to leave like this, with the fates of three of the members up in the air.
In sharp contrast, Jesse was not shaking. His eyes were hazy, unseeing, it put Taeyoung off.
“Jesse?” He whispered.
Nothing.
“You in there?”
Nothing. Figures. Such a horrible thing couldn’t truly be over.
Turning Red | Robaire and Aaron T | Whumptober Day 2 | Thermometer | Delirium
CW: Implied Past Child Abuse/Neglect
Robaire and Aaron T have been quarantined to Aaron's room (they each have a fever) and Robaire still somehow manages to take care of T.
The wee hours of the morning cast a light grey hue over Aaron T’s room. Robaire counted the seconds in each minute, too restless to actually sleep. Aaron T was a heater next to him, softly snoring despite how sick he’d seemed forty minutes ago.
They were both sick. That’s why they were together.
Robaire twisted under the covers and reached for the thermometer on the bedside table. It sat at a steady 20 Celsius, about 11 degrees hotter than it felt. He fiddled with the end of it, watching the little red line reach up higher and higher as his fingertips warmed it.
Aaron mumbled something, so Robaire turned back to face him again. His brows were furrowed. The bed shook along with him.
Robaire shuffled closer, wrapping an arm around him. Aaron nuzzled into him and mumbled something barely legible.
“Mom?”
It took everything to stop himself from flinching.
“I’m cold.”
Robaire pulled the covers up higher, pulled him closer, did everything he could to make him comfortable. “I’ve got you.”
Aaron sighed into him, the tension leaving his face as he fell into deeper sleep. Robaire laid there, eyes open, and went back to counting the seconds in each minute.
LOOK. SCREENSHOTING IS HARDER NOW 😭 I know it's hard to read but PLEASE BEAR WITH ME 😭
Anyways! I'm just over 2000 words into this fic, and I'm working on part 3/5. Kinda like the beach fic, this fic is more of a series of vignettes than a concrete story, it's just some silly moments of the guys at Pride! I think it's super cute 😎
This fic is super queer-positive, and even though there are mentions of unaccepting parents, it's not about the unaccepting parents, it's about being surrounded by other queer people and feeling that community. It's really an unexplainable feeling!
But yeah! Expect fluff and some sappy stuff! This has been a tiny update 😎
