So this is really lazy but with my power being out for a bit I knew I had to post SOMETHING. Lengthy explanation ahead
so this is based on a hc I have that each year, the Bad Sanses writes everyone in the group a letter in case they pass away. In all of Killer's letters, he always wrote that he would likely die protecting Nightmare, his boss, and that Dust needed to be the strong one when he eventually goes. He knows that they are very similar, and when he passes, Dust needs to be the one to shield the boss from danger, as well as Horror and Cross However, when Killer does die, he dies protecting DUST. So Dust gets his letters that Killer wrote him and has to read through Killer talking about how he'll die protecting his closest friend, Nightmare. This gives Dust major guilt- b/c he realizes he took away Killer's honorable death. Though, of course, he doesn't realize that Killer still would find that death honorable, because he still protected his brother.
+ Cw! fem!reader, angst, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, blood, cheating, grief, just plain old sadness :((
+ A/N! was feeling angsty asl :)) I literally almost cried while writing this…
He didn’t move.
He stood in place as he absorbed the pain you were enduring.
Your big doey tear-filled eyes looking up at his light blue ones. You couldn’t see a single thought behind them. How could he….After all he’s done, and he just stares down at your vulnerable state, no emotions shown.
All eyes are focused on the two of you.
The most dangerous criminal group in all of Japan, Bonten, watching you break down in front of your long term boyfriend. Now EX-boyfriend, but you just want to know…know if what Sanzu did was worth it. Was it worth his infidelity to lose you?
He’s realized you’ve finished hitting him, he pulls you closer into his arms. You try to break free but up to no avail. He lowers himself down to your ear, “Shh princess, shh.” This only made you cry more. How could you stay in his arms and be silent when he was the one that went out to cheat on you.
He’s realized you’ve finished hitting him, he pulls you closer into his arms. You try to break free but up to no avail. He lowers himself down to your ear, “Shh princess, shh.” This only made you cry more. How could you stay in his arms and be silent when he was the one that went out to cheat on you.
He’s realized you’ve finished hitting him, he pulls you closer into his arms. You try to break free but up to no avail. He lowers himself down to your ear, “Shh princess, shh.” This only made you cry more. How could you stay in his arms and be silent when he was the one that went out to cheat on you.
Memories flashing through your mind as you remember those good times. Sanzu enamored your heart, your body, your mind. Looking through his long lashes, revealing his beautiful eyes you loved oh so much, his laugh, his compassion when he talked about topics that he wanted you to hear. You requited love for him.
“Sanzu, wh- why did you change?'', still sobbing in his arms. His mouth was ajar, words forming in his mouth but no sound coming out. All you can do is just stare in disheartenment, you thought he was the one for you regardless of his background and who he works for. You looked past all of it despite the hardships that you and he have been dealing with.
Finally mustering up enough strength you push him out the way, running out of the room of criminals. You get in your car heading anywhere, anywhere but there. Anywhere that doesn’t remind you of HIM. It felt as if everything just hit you, as you were alone in the car. Your thoughts were clouded with everything but nothing. So clouded with thoughts of Sanzu, that you weren’t even aware of the two headlights coming your way.
As soon as he got word of a car crash with a woman that resembled you, he fled the room as fast as he could. Driving through lights, doing anything he can just to see you. Cops holding him back from getting any closer to the crash scene.
“Sir you can’t get any closer. Stay calm.”
How could Sanzu stay calm when he saw your blood-covered body limp, getting hauled into an ambulance. Punching the cop in the face out of anger, making his way into the ambulance wanting to be with you every second of the way. He regretted everything he’s ever done. All those petty arguments, those dates he stood up when he had to finish a job, especially the cheating. Eyes slightly open, watching how Sanzu couldn’t keep himself together. Your hand lingers on his cheeks, he brings your hand close wanting to feel your warmth. “I’m sorry y/n. I’m so so sorry. I never meant to-“
Words cut off by the transitioning of you being transported into an operating room. “Sir you can’t come in here. Please wait here.” Sanzu didn’t even want to get into any more fights, the urge to stay with you was far more than anything he’s ever thought of at this moment. He wanted to be as close as he could with you. Hours passed after the operation was done. He rushed into your room pulling up the closest chair, observing how peaceful you looked. The sound of the monitor filled the room.
“Haru…”
Laying his head on your chest, he could hear your heartbeat. Your hand stroking his hair, to calm his nerves. You knew deep down that you loved him regardless of what he's done.
“I forgive you Haru.”
Sanzu has never been one to cry in front of you, but hearing this was a repertoire of when you guys first started dating. He gazed down upon your beautiful face, just taking in how breathtaking you were. He planted two soft kisses on your lips and forehead.
“I love you y/n”
“I love you more, Haru,” drawling over your words.
Reality came crashing down on him as your heart monitor went flat. Sanzu yelled for the nurses, begging them to save your life, but in the end, they did all they could. Your lifeless covered body in front of him. Knowing that he will never be able to see you, speak to you, or even caress you again, was something that he couldn’t deal with.
Walking out of your room, Sanzu did what he knew best. Find who killed you, and murder their whole line.
“Yo, Sanz-“
“Haitani, find out who did that to my girl and report back to me.”
"Negotiating With Death" Asra x MC, from The Arcana
Hey guys!! Here's the long-awaited awesome idea for the The Arcana/Greek Mythology crossover! Requested by @bluhame!!
Also, quick thought before we start: Hades here is written as a villain, just for the purpose of this story. DO NOT get me wrong, Hades is my favorite Greek god, an absolute king and we stan him all the way on this blog. Just to prove that, I will do a story of the Greek Gods!! Especially I'm a big fan of Hades x Persephone!!
Oh, and this is the first story I did from 1. person perspective (meaning MC tells the story)! Not all stories will be like this from now on, I just felt like it fit this one! Tell me what you think!!
Anywho, this is (as requested) a tinsy tiny bit angstier, but it has a happy ending. Sorry, couldn't resist a happy ever after :)
Requests are open! Check out my rules for requesting before placing your request, or just pick something from my prompts list!!
Enjoy!!
Also available on AO3!!
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Word count: 2205 words
Trope: Angst with a happy ending, Adventure, Comfort
Pairing: Asra Alnazar x gn! MC
AU: The Arcana/Greek Mythology crossover
Warnings: death, mentions of blood
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It has been two weeks, three days, and four hours since Asra's death.
I didn't know what to do the first week. Maybe I just couldn't process the fact that he is gone. I've spent so much time with him, both as his apprentice and his partner, that I just couldn't imagine a life without him. Maybe I have even forgotten that such a powerful magician could even die.
For those two weeks, I've tried everything to bring him back. Asking The Arcana for help was an option, but I couldn't do it. My magic is not strong enough, at least not without Asra's help. Plus, as The Fool, I have already made my wish. No one from this or the other world could have saved the day.
However, every problem must have its' solution. Once I announced my plan to Nadia six days ago, she almost begged me not to do it. It was dangerous, maybe even not thought through, but I will take any chance to even see Asra again. That is why no one, not even the gods, will stop me from going to the Underworld to save Asra's soul.
I made that decision some time ago, and now it's time to start my journey. I started packing my bag at sundown, ready to leave in the darkest hours. Even though I wanted to be as secretive as possible, I had to tell Julian when I was leaving. Just in case I didn't make it back.
Once the clock struck midnight, I locked the shop's doors, feeling like it would be a long time before I open them again.
'Maybe there won't be another time' The thought circled in my head.
I wasn't scared. How could I be? I have nothing to lose, only to retrieve. I wouldn't mind dying while trying to save Asra. More positive thoughts of the white-haired magician and me returning to our shop together appeared as I made my way through the night.
The road out of Vesuvia was calm, lifeless. Not a soul dared pass at such hours, so the only ones left were me and the stars. The Lyre constellation was right above my head, reminding me that the gods are always watching. Maybe it was a sign or a signal of hope - a reminder of Orpheus, the one who began this journey long before me. However, it could also be a warning of his fate - to always remember that he never returned.
The sun was rising from the rusty mountains when I passed Vesuvia's borders. The entrance to the Underworld was near. I could feel it. They say that the river Styx flows wherever it is needed.
Around lunchtime, I was passing through a small village. It looked like a regular place - the kids were playing, and the elders talking. I approached a young man who was doing harvesting work to gather some information.
"You are looking to find the river Styx? I'm sorry, but I can't help you. None of us locals talk about it. There were way too many mortals who tried to access the Underworld. It's a suicide act!"
He was ready to leave, but I pleaded for an answer.
"Please, there must be someone who knows! Anyone! I need to go! I need to see him!"
The man debated with himself whether he should tell me or not. Finally, he gave in:
"Look, none of the younger folk know where it is. However, if you ask Mama Eucarpia, she might be able to help you. The people say she's as old as the gods!"
I went in search of this woman, hoping she has some answers. However, whoever I asked in the streets either didn't know who she was or said that she had long passed. Just as I was about to give up, a raspy voice called out to me:
"Come, child. You must be starving."
A grandma called out to me from her wooden porch. I obeyed, sitting on the wooden stool she used as a dining chair. She handed me a piece of bread and sat on the stool next to mine. I was hesitant to take a bite, which she noticed.
"Eat, eat. You must be exhausted from the long journey you had"
"How can you tell that I'm a traveler?" I asked, my mouth full of the delicious pita.
She smiled, but her face was still invisible through the shall she had wrapped around her head.
"I can see it in your eyes. The ends of your cloak are smudged with dirt, and the only things you have in your bag are a couple of slices of pumpkin bread and a water supply. I know travelers, child. Many of them passed through these lands, and I watched them all leave, but none came back. Tell me, what pulls your heart to travel to these parts?"
Many things she said were strange to me. How did she know what I was carrying in my bag? Was she hinting about the Underworld?
"I'm looking for someone," I say, testing her wisdom.
She smirks again, leaning back into her chair.
"And this someone, they must be very important to you, yes? No one would travel all the way from Vesuvia to look for an acquaintance."
I nod, still suspicious of how she knew where I came from. But there isn't a way that she could have known where I was going, right?
"Don't worry child, I can feel your doubts. There's still time, Asra is still waiting for you."
I dropped my pita in shock. How did she...?
"You're Mama Eucarpia!" I almost yell out in surprise and relief.
The older woman gives me a small nod. Her vail moves with the gentle breeze of the wind, exposing one of her piercing blue eyes.
"I go by many names, child. I heard you were looking for the way to the Underworld? Well, only walking by the beach of the river Styx will get you there.."
Nodding enthusiastically, I asked her where to find the river.
"It appears not before those who look but before those seeking to find. You have a reason to find, child. Follow it, and you will find your way.."
Mama Eucarpia entered her house but didn't come out. Once I went inside to look for her, to ask more questions, no one was there. Perhaps she truly is some godly creature.
Her words haunted me for the next couple of days. With each step I took, I tried to solve her riddle.
'Don't look, don't look, don't look!' I repeated to myself over and over.
On the brink of my sanity, I was going to give up. In the middle of the night, just a day before I planned to leave and search somewhere else, Asra's voice pulled me out of a dream.
"MC..."
Their voice was quiet as a whisper, but stern and sure. I got up, following it outside of my tent. I followed it further and further until it completely disappeared. However, his voice brought me to a spring, where a small stream was flowing.
The river Styx.
Not as big and majestic as it once was, but it didn't need to be. The souls it carried spoke enough about its' power.
I followed the river up to a dark, ominous cave. The Underworld is inside, I knew. Finally, I will face Hades and ask for Asra.
As I am walking on the shore of the river through the cave, many screeches and faint whispers are echoing around me. Final, last words of the souls are said for the last time.
I walk through the gates of hell that appear before me. Surprisingly, Cerberus, the gatekeeper, is nothing like the stories say. He's not vicious or blood-thirsty, he's too busy for that. He's got very important business with his chewing toys.
The Underworld is unsettling and creepy, but - just like Cerberus - nothing like the myths described. In the legends, The Underworld was a place of death and sorrow, blood and sickness. In reality, it just looked like an endless void - grey and dark.
Hades was the same as his home. As I approached the god, he stood on his throne, tall, dark, and mysterious.
"Why are you here, mortal?"
His deep voice ringed through The Underworld. I wanted to speak, to even mutter out anything - but I couldn't. My throat closed, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe.
"Well? Not many come here without a reason."
Finally, I managed to find my words.
"I'm... I'm looking for someone."
He flashed a grin at me. It looked sinister, evil almost.
"Hah! It's funny how you humans are convinced that you can waltz in here, trying to find a soul! Even if you did manage to find the soul of your loved one in the never-ending sea of souls, what makes you think I would let you leave so easily?"
I swallowed hard, suppressing my tears of frustration. Did I come all this way for nothing?
"I'd do anything to get him back. I'm prepared to give my life."
The god laughed in my face. This was way too cruel, way too crushing! I couldn't stop the hot, desperate tears which glided from my cheeks to my lips.
"I already know of you and your lover! You've been here before, remember? Once that plague finished you, that magician came to beg for your life too, but I didn't allow him. It was against the rules! I advised him to go home, while he still could, to not ruin this! But he didn't listen... That little thief! He stole your soul from me! He used the forbidden power of The Arcana! And now, I have you here, in the palm of my hands... Maybe the right punishment for the both of you is for you to see him die..."
Once he finished his speech, he snapped his fingers, and suddenly, I was in a different place. It was empty, just space everywhere. Maybe eternal punishment was actually to be alone with me forever?
Unexpectedly, I noticed Asra in the same place I was, about 100 feet away from me. He was bleeding out and needed help.
"ASRA!" I screamed, half in desperation, half in relief, and ran towards him. However, with each step I took, they seemed further and further away. Then it hit me - it wasn't Asra. It was an illusion.
Then, the space around me shattered into pieces, and I was now in a much smaller space. It was a small room, with mirrors all around. But not the kind of mirrors you could see yourself in. The kind of mirrors that reflected the worst moments of your past.
In the mirrors, I saw Asra on his deathbed. They were weak, pale, and coughing up blood. He looked in such pain I haven't even imagined, let alone experienced. The worst part was, I couldn't help. I cried out in desperation, sliding down on one of the mirrors.
"Asra... Oh, Asra... I'm so sorry... I couldn't save you, I couldn't, I'm so sorry... Oh, I wish I could just hold you once more... Just to kiss you again... Oh, Asra, please, forgive me!"
My sobs and pleads for forgiveness were never-ending. Once everything else quieted down, I once again heard their beautiful voice calling out to me this time much louder than a whisper.
"MC..?"
It was gentle, the way they called out my name. But with each time they repeated it, it got louder and sterner.
"MC?"
The final time they called out to me was like a yell. Worried and scared.
"MC! MC, wake up!"
I half-opened my eyes, and The Underworld was gone. I wasn't in the dark mirror room, nor the empty void, nor Hades' castle. I was in a colorful, warm room that smelt of lavender and rosemary, on some soft covers.
My room! This is my room!
Someone shuffled on the bed next to me. I could feel their warm arms on my shoulders, lightly shaking me.
"MC, my love, are you okay?"
I turned to him. There he was, gorgeous and cute like always, with one of his white curls slipping from his forehead. His eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes focused, I could tell that he was worried for me.
"Asra..? Is that you?"
They nodded, taking both of my hands in theirs.
"Yes, my star, it's me... But are you alright?"
In excitement, I jumped into his arms.
"ASRA!!"
As soon as I hooked my arms around their neck, they pulled me closer, bringing me in their lap. Out of relief, I started bawling my eyes out on their shoulder.
"Shhh, my love, it's okay... I'm here.. What's wrong? I heard you calling out my name.. Were you having a nightmare, baby?"
I nod shyly, finally starting to feel relaxed and comfortable. His comforting words, and his presence in general, were the best way to recover from this.
"What was it about..?"
I chuckled through my tears as they kissed my cheeks and my jaw.
"Well, let's just say that I was negotiating with death..."
Hey, it's alright if you weren't comfortable with letting yourself be seen when having the babies, Rebirth. In a way, it is a personal moment that is yours to decide if it will be shared with others.
"Yeah..."
"I've never..."
"enjoyed I think e-ever...."
"Being watched..."
"I-I just wanted s-something....p-private... P-personal to me."
I’ve been thinking about this on and off for like, the last two days. And I’ve known some stuff for those two days. So, yeah.
Death in the Plush AU is the same for humans, you get one shot and that’s it. That’s all you get. For characters though?
Given the nature of the series they come from, and it’s lore, death is not as serious for characters.
In plushie form, they can’t really ‘die’, and any damage taken can simply be repaired by hand. Once they turn into character form, when they turn back into plushies all damage to their plush form is reversed.
In character form, they can die. In this form, it’s essentially what you see in the show. When they die, they revive around an hour (or maybe a few) later, fully intact.
I haven’t decided yet whether viscera like blood and guts are left behind after death, or if they vanish sometime after death, yet before revival. They might vanish upon revival, I don’t know.
