#implied character death

[for-the-ouchies]

The way certain resigned characters with a blade to their throat tilt their head back and close their eyes gets me every time.

[shakesfeare-whumps]

After Stoic Whumpee is rescued, Medic tells them Whumper did something that caused them to only have a few months left to live. Whumpee keeps their composure, tells Medic they understand. It's only after Medic leaves the room that Whumpee breaks. They scream and sob and cry in a way they have never done before. That's how Caretaker finds them, and wordlessly embraces them, letting Whumpee cry into their shirt for as long as they need to.

[fanged-fanfics]

Hello! I love your writing, Sr. Fang! I just hope that you are doing well mentally and physically!

No pressure at all, but may I request for Fem!ancient!reader x Pure Vanilla Cookie?

Where she donates her life powder for white lily cookie instead of elder faerie cookie?

☆ Patience is Key To Hope — Pure Vanilla x Fem Ancient!Reader Fic ☆

Genre: Angst || She/Her pronouns for reader || Warning for implied character dying

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She couldn't do it, not on her own. They had just gotten her back— White Lily, the Ancient Cookie of Freedom. You all needed her now more than either. The Silver Tree had begun cracking, the wood splintering apart as the evil within threatened to break free. Elder Faerie had been the one to suggest giving up life powder to restore White Lily's strength. "You have people to lead, the Faerie Kingdom needs their King" You had told him "Use mine in your stead"

"But my love," Pure Vanilla began, tightly holding your hand. A gesture as pleading as it was fearful. "You have people to lead too. The Cookies of the Vanilla Kingdom, your own- we won't be complete without you". "We also cannot win this war without Freedom" You explained. Your hand slid to hold his, and you tried for a reassuring smile that only deepened the healer's frown. "White Lily Cookie needs us" You told him "And I need you to trust me to do this, for all of Cookiekind". With a very hesitant nod and a lingering kiss, the ritual began

Now, what felt like hours later, Shadow Milk Cookie had been driven back a bit. Pure Vanilla turned to share the cheer with you, only to notice you hitting the ground. Your legs had given out, and he felt a sharp jolt of fear. He moved quickly, his arms supporting yours "My love-! It's alright, I'm- I'm sure if you get enough rest, we can-". Your hand came up to reach his, holding it weakly "It's... alright, dear. I expected this to happen"

"No, no- don't start talking that way" Pure Vanilla pleaded "We can heal you, I promise. Just hang on a little longer". You chuckled, a soft and bitter noise. Your voice was already straining at the edges. "Earthbread is safer now, that's all I could ask for" You said, but the reassurance did little to help the Vanilla King. "I- I can't- please-"

"Take care of them" You said, referring to Gingerbrave and his allies. Your hands came up to cup his face, and he leaned his cheek into your palm. A shaky breath left him, the corners of his mouth trembling. When his eyes opened, wet tears swelled in them. "I can't do this without you" He whispered, voice cracking too heavily to keep steady. You guided him closer, pressing his forehead to yours "You can"

A sniffle left the healer, and a warm glow came from his body. A familiar sensation of comfort swept through you, the touch of his magic. One short pulse came after another, his hand clenching around yours. Once it finally subsided, Pure Vanilla closed his eyes tightly, feeling defeated at your body still being weak in his arms. You gave his forehead one last kiss. "Never forget how much I love you" You said, before your voice trailed off to a deafening silence

Pure Vanilla lifted you up in his arms, keeping you close to his chest. He turned, seeing White Lily behind him. A hand was covering her mouth, eyes full of tears just like Pure Vanilla's. "I'm so sorry" She said as a whisper "You've all done so much for me... I never meant for all of this to happen". "It's not your fault, White Lily Cookie" Pure Vanilla said, offering a smile that didn't reach his eyes "They always wanted to give for others. You inspired them to do so"

"Not like this" White Lily shook her head, barely holding her feelings back "There has to be a way... there has to". "Their body isn't crumbling" Pure Vanilla pointed out "Maybe they're merely unconscious. We need to find them a spot to rest, quickly". "Please, let us help" Elder Faerie spoke up. He walked over, putting a hand atop your forehead. He was silent for a moment, halfway between thankful and remorseful. "I'll offer up my kingdom as their refuge. Let me repay them for taking my place"

Although not wanting to part, Pure Vanilla slowly handed you over to Elder Faerie. The Faerie held you close and secure, Silverbell hovering nearby to look at you worriedly. "Come any time, Pure Vanilla Cookie" Elder Faerie said "I swear on my dough, this Cookie will not crumble". "Thank you... I can't say it enough. Please, the moment they wake up, let me know" Pure Vanilla responded. "It will be done" Elder Faerie nodded. He turned on his heel, walking back towards the structures that worked as buildings with you in his arms

Pure Vanilla took a deep breath before picking his staff up out of the grass. He walked back to his adventuring group, seeing White Lily looking off to the side. He rested a hand on her shoulder. "Don't despair, White Lily Cookie. They wanted to give you a chance to be strong, because they believed in you. I do too. They'll be safe here" He reassured. White Lily wiped her eyes with the back of her hand "Right... thank you, Pure Vanilla Cookie. I won't let their sacrifice be in vain" she said, some confidence returning

As the adventuring group began to head for the exit to the Kingdom, Pure Vanilla turned back one last time. He hoped to every power that be that he could one day come and see your bright smile again. That you'd embrace him and he could kiss away your tears. Until then, all he had was hope. Hope that you would make it, and that he'd be the same Cookie then that he is now

[phoenixwithapencil]

You know somehow for a story where the stakes are regularly death/Imaginary Mind Crush Death, the manga really made this scene hit like a fucking truck.

[pinkfadespirit]

Day 3: Loss - for @andersweek2025

[ominouspuff]

Echo with pspsps

Where there’s Echo, Fives isn’t far behind

Thanks for playing!

[yet-how-they-creep]

There's a hand on their shoulder, squeezing gently, massaging the tense, aching muscles, but they can't give in, they can't, they can't–

They're restrained and in so much pain, it would be so easy to–

They have to remember where that hand had been mere moments earlier. They have to remember that that hand continued in fingers wrapping around the handle, the handle ending in a blade, and the blade ended somewhere inside their body.

When it was ripped out, they felt like a piece of them was torn out with it. The only connection remaining between them and their missing piece was loosely tied red ribbons flowing freely from the wound.

They had to remember they hated that hand. They had to–

It gave another reassuring squeeze. It's okay, it would be much easier if they could just slip away. Hide from the pain and misery of the present.

Still they fought the restraints and the looming shadows around them, writhed against the ropes holding them in place.

"It's okay, just give in, there's no shame in that," a voice whispered in their ear, the breath against their skin was too hot, their captor was too close, yet it sounded like they were miles away.

They tried to buck up and gain enough momentum for their head to connect with their captor's body where it hurt them most, but they found no purchase on the ground or against the restraints.

Another hand joined the first, massaging both of their shoulders, kneading out the tension they wanted oh so desperately to keep to themself.

"Shh, it's okay, you can let go now," the voice insisted, "You don't have to fight me," it continued in their other ear making them flinch.

"Find your peace, it's okay."

The fingers dug deeper into the muscle, sending a horrifyingly pleasurable shiver down their spine.

It was so confusing, to tremble from the freezing cold of their injury and from the warmth of the captor behind them at the same time.

They kept on bucking up and twisting to get away, because how could they not?

[sunnydaze4ever]

platonic grim x reader

[contains] ·˚ ༘ ~400 words, book 1 spoilers, nonspecific overblot mention, angst, implied death

laughter

Everything was finally over. Yuu couldn’t help but sigh a breath of relief. The whole ordeal between Ace and Riddle was done at last. When them and grim stepped into the bedroom, Yuu collapsed onto the ground. They heard grim make a sound and rush over, wondering if Riddle struck them when he wasn’t looking.

Yuu sat up on the dusty Ramshackle flooring. They smiled at the cat, their roommate now. A smile that pushed up their cheeks, wrinkled their eyes and only a bit of their teeth showed.

“I’m fine, Grim.” They told him, putting a hand on his head before he quickly shoved it away.

Another overblot. God, Grim could remember when he thought it’d only be one. Yuu had talked one time about how they were shocked they hadn’t gone home yet. They said “it’s like a movie, ya know? We beat the big boss, and the story finishes with me going home. Or, I guess it’s more like a game then.” Grim didn’t really get it, which made them chuckle.

He was glad they didn’t go home. He might’ve had to leave the school then! He would never become the great mage he was destined to be! That’s the only reason. Nothing else, yep.

His mind was racing. He wondered if it’d drop another yummy black stone. He hoped so! They tasted great, even if Yuu and Ace and Deuce didn’t like ‘em. The dorm leader laid on the ground and Grim realized he hadn’t heard a word from Yuu.

He looked backwards and saw them laying on the ground. This again? They’d never been so tired they collapsed at the location, but it wasn’t unexpected. “C’mon! We hafta check if he’s ok!” Grim went over and used his paws to shove at their side.

He frowned when they didn’t react. “Hey! Henchman!” He pouted, before smirking and blowing a tiny fire to scare em straight! They have to follow his orders, afterall he’s the great grim!

They didn’t even react to the heat.

No laughter was heard, either.