#multiple character deaths

[bleedingintogold]

Leader was quiet as Youngest helped him with his standard attire, redoing his tie and fixing Leader's hair. As she finished, Youngest finally let her eyes glance at Leader's face, immediately regretting it.

There were black bags under Leader's bloodshot red eyes and the dark bruise on his cheek didn't really help his appearance. He hadn't spoken at all since Youngest woke him for the ceremony, stumbling into the common room with his unironed attire and bed hair.

She could imagine what Right-Hand would have said, clicking her tongue as she reminded Leader that a grown man should know how to iron his own shirt. Teammate would have snickered and grabbed his own hair gel to help Leader's hair situation. He'd purposely take too long just to annoy Leader, straightening every strand neatly on the top of Leader's head and flush against his temples. Medic would have quipped about Leader not wearing his ankle brace, telling him that if he dislocated it again, he'd drive home without Leader and have him limp all the home way home himself.

But none of them were here.

They were waiting for Youngest and Leader at the ceremony. In caskets waiting to be buried.

"I-I can't do this, Youngest," rasped Leader, his voice sounding extremely raw and lifeless.

Youngest gently cupped Leader's face, feeling the stubble that had grown from not shaving that week. She tilted his face up to look at her, running a thumb gently across the butterfly bandages that held his cheek together.

"Just for a few hours, Leader, then you can rest," Youngest had never used Leader's name before this, but she needed him to listen.

"We shouldn't have to do this. They shouldn't have-they shouldn't have died,"

"Leader-"

"I was so close, Youngest. I could have-I should have saved them!"

"But you didn't, Leader. And they're already gone," she snapped, just as tired as Leader was.

Leader's gaze faltered, shaking as he surpressed another round of tears. But Youngest had had enough. She grabbed his face roughly this time, making sure he looked straight at her.

"You failed this time Leader, but you've still got another team under you. Another team that needs you. Send off our friends, and put yourself back together, understand? You are a Captain, so you need to act like one,"

Youngest let Leader go, passing him a glass of water.

"Wash your face, no more crying. We're leaving in five minutes, Leader,"

"Okay,"

"Good. Take too long and I'll drag you out,"

[maverickcalf]

4 and/or 11 for Benthan for the angsty prompts, please? :)

4.Who would have to watch the other get murdered in front of them?

11.Who falls to floor screaming once they find out their partner is dead?

Alright not gonna do anymore angst after this, I can only handle so much in one day. But you asked so nicely so I am willing to...do a bit more.

Warning for character deaths

This wasn't an unfamiliar scene. He had lived it before, in his waking hours and in his nightmares. But this was heavier, because it was Benji across from him now, and he wasn't waking up.

All he could do was stare at his friend, who was tied up opposite him, he couldn't even say anything to him. And there was so much Ethan wanted say to Benji. About how he was a fool to not tell him how he felt earlier, how he wished they were allowed to have a real life together. Where they got to love each other.

Benji's mouth wasn't covered like Ethan's was as he complied without making noise. But he couldn't make a sound, so really it was the same thing. Or so Ethan thought.

As the gun was drawn to Benji's head he saw Benji mouth the words Ethan wish he himself had confessed years ago.

"I love you."

Ethan feels the tears sting on his face, all he can do is nod back, hoping and praying in these final seconds, Benji understands, That He, Ethan Hunt, loved him back.

He doesn't take his eyes off him until he sees his body hit the floor, and it only then that Ethan sobs loudly through his gag. If he could fall on the ground, he would but.. he can't.

He can barely hear the sound of the gun cocked at his own head now. All he can think of is his love, Benji.

And how he had failed.

[theofficialstereklibrary]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Scott finally pulls a a stunt so boneheaded that Stiles can't think of any way to get him out of it. Hoping to outrun the fallout, he packs up his father and they move to Canada. Unfortunately, nowhere is safe.

[i-solemnly-swear-im-writing]

Reap

You would think, if Death were human, he’d have black hair and only wear black and carry around a big, scary scythe that he used to reap souls, and be really old. But I’m don’t and I’m not.

If you saw me walking down the street, the only weird thing you’d notice is I have a tattoo on my left arm, above my elbow. It’s a scythe. You’d assume I wear gloves because I have poor circulation and my hands are always cold. You’d never think twice about the unassuming twenty three year old blonde girl who flinched away from physical contact.

If I were to introduce myself to you, the first thing you would learn is my name is Beth Thompson. The second thing I’d tell you, is I get cold easily and I love the sunrise. You’d never, ever learn that the tattoo on my arm means I’m the one who confronts you and leads you to the afterlife. I’m one of many, but one of few who dare to stray from the path.

I don’t wear black and I don’t carry a scythe. That’s too old school.

From the day I was three, until today, I’ve worn gloves that allow me to touch people and things without killing them. Born into a family of reapers, I was raised to never take my gloves off unless there was a mark only I can see on someone’s skin, and if I saw the mark I was to immediately reap them. I’ve done this since I can remember, purposely hunting out the reap mark that means it’s this person’s time to go. Every reap, every time. Until I met Steve.

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The day I met Steve, I was living in Romania. The man in the apartment next to me was the Winter Solider, but didn’t know that I knew. We never spoke a word to each other until the day the German equivalent of a SWAT team busted into his apartment when I was bringing home groceries. Three of them had my reap mark. They died within ten minutes of breaking into the Soldier’s apartment. Steve watched me reap them.

A reap is simple. I take my gloves off and touch any exposed skin on the person being reaped. Almost instantaneously, this person will die, as their soul leaves their body and moves to whatever comes next. There’s never any evidence of my reaping, it’s like I was never there. Usually, if I see a reap on the street, it’s a simple touch and leave. But this time, it was different. I’d had to tackle one of them in order to get close enough to touch them. After reaping three people, I felt compelled to follow Steve and the Soldier- Bucky, because I assumed there would be more reaps. I wasn’t wrong.

After being caught and stuck in a room that resembled a human sized fishbowl with Steve and two other people, I was confronted. There is literally no explanation in the world that makes sense of how I can literally touch someone and cause them to die. This fact made for some awkward stammering as I fumbled to hide my life from Steve and his friends. Eventually, someone took pity on me and let me go home.

Three days later, Steve and Bucky knocked on my door. Steve had a barely there reap mark. I had to follow them to Germany, and then Siberia, waiting for Steve’s mark to darken and hold the value it needed.

When it was solidly visible to me, I considered my decision. In the short time I’d known Steve, I grew attached. In another life, we would have dated… maybe even gotten married and started a family. But in this life, in this moment, I was supposed to kill him. So I ran. I reaped five other people instead, five people who had marks that showed up in mere seconds. And then, a month later in Wakanda, I had to face the reap I refused to do.

Steve figured out what I was and why I ran, and called me to him so I could correct my decision. But his mark was gone. 

I stuck around, reaping individuals in hospitals that were suffering. Then, one day, I was called to the castle again to speak with Bucky after they woke him from cryo and attempted to undo what HYDRA had done. Steve’s mark appeared again as they read the words. Automatically, I stood and pushed my way into the room behind the window, dropping my gloves to the ground.

I held him as his eyes closed, crying for the loss of a future that was purely imagined.

(Tagging @rebelcolumbia because she lives off angst and pain)

[songmingkis]

just got myself the WORST manga spoilers

[ebhenah]

Keith reflects on a long life filled with lots of love and many, many, good-byes. **SAD**