Gone | Jean Kirstein

Gone | Jean Kirstein

Summary: Jean doesn’t know how to handle living in a world where you don’t exist

Warnings: angst, character death, mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, and grief

Pairings: Jean Kirstein x reader

He can’t remember how he made it back to his room, because as soon as he heard the news everything began to blur. He stands at the door as if he was an outsider looking in, the room was quiet and empty, devoid of all emotion. The same very room that used to be lively and loud, slammed full of every emotion possible. Because you were happy, especially when you were alone with him. But you were gone, and he was alone.

He slowly walks to your shared bed, and at first he just lays on his side looking at the wall. On any normal day you would be next to him, a giddy smile on your face as you cup his cheek with your small hands. But today wasn’t normal, and everyday from this day forward wouldn’t be. A devastating realization that hadn’t sunk in until now. His body curls in on itself as a constricting feeling overwhelms every part of him, a feeling that wouldn’t go away for a very long time, if ever. His fists clench around the soft material, and he finally lets everything out. The sounds emitting from his throat aren’t human, and his screams can be heard throughout the long corridor but no one bats an eye. They all knew what happened, so they let Jean grieve.

As he lays cold and alone he aches for your arms to wrap around his torso, for your face to press against his as you whisper reassuring words in his ear. But his body remains cold because you are gone which makes his heart hurt so badly because he wants you, he wants you to hold him like you did just a few days ago. And everything in him tells him to get up and look for you, to see if you are in the library or outside but he knows you aren’t. You are nowhere, not anywhere on this earth and that thought alone makes him scream. He feels like he is going to die, and in that very moment he would welcome death with open arms. He doesn’t want to live in a world where you don’t exist, because for the past 8 years you have been his everything. He hasn’t gone a day without seeing you since the cadet corp, your face has been a constant thing in his life. Your beautiful face, that he would never get to see again.

No matter how many times he closes his eyes he always wakes up in his bed, alone. Because you are dead.

tony: *holds up father’s day card* thank you so much for the card morgan!

morgan: daddy that’s not from me

peter: ...

tony: ...

Selfish | Frank Castle

Summary : The two of you are a beautiful tragedy of selfish and selfless, the line blurring between each. You knew it was selfish of you to want him to hold you while you die, but you never really cared about being selfish.

Warnings : violence, character death, gore, blood, angst, harsh language, and other heavy topics

Pairings : frank castle x reader

Frank Castle quickly became a frequent part of your life, his smile and laugh replaying in your head like a broken record. Over and over it’s all you can see and hear, he is the only person that begins to matter. So as you’re pushed out of the red van, a bag over your head blinding you from the world, you see him. His smile, big and sweet, it makes you forget the dire situation you are in. In the moment you are grateful that he is the last thing you’ll see before you die, even if that smile of his is simply a memory. Although the more selfish part of your brain begs to hold his face between your hands one last time, and because he is the most selfless man you know he would simply let you and bask in the warmth of your hands but it would break him. And that would be okay, because you are selfish.

The bliss of oblivion shatters, as the black bag is harshly pulled off of your head. The blinding light of the sun burns your eyes, and it takes a moment to adjust to the new surroundings. But it doesn’t take you long to lock eyes with the one man you care for so deeply, though he is not smiling and his eyes are a sea of unspoken words. It’s clear to you now more than ever that you are the worst thing that could have ever happened to him, because the gun pressed against your head will eventually fire. And you’ll die, your name will become a name that Frank never wants to speak or hear. And your memory will become another one of his reason for killing, and you hate yourself for doing that to him.

But you are selfish, and cruel. So you run, your feet going faster than they ever have before and you’re almost there. Frank is right in front of you, a single foot away but a gunshot rings throughout the desolate air. The fire. For a second you don’t feel it so you move towards his open arms, a smile on your bloody face. It doesn’t take long for you both to be on the concrete, his mind working over the damage trying to find some sort of solution to this shitty problem. One hand presses harshly on the bullet wound, and the other holds you close to his body.

“Hey, hey. Sweetheart you keep your goddamn eyes open, yeah?” The waver in his voice gives him away, he’s terrified.

The adrenaline is the only thing keeping you from slipping away, and the minute it wears off is the minute you are gone. Frank knows it, and you know it. You smile, and lift your hands up to hold his face. Blood smearing across his stubbled cheeks, and you want to tell him how much you love him. but you are selfish and dying.

“I don’t want to die Frank, I really don’t want to die” at this point you’re frantic, and holding on to the last little bit of life you have left.

“I know baby, so that means you gotta keep those beautiful eyes open, you hear me? You keep them open, and you keep fighting Y/N” he’s frantic because he knows what happens after this. And the mended messy cracks in his heart start to break like glass.

You lay in his arms, as the blood selfishly sticks to your skin and his. He leans down, his breath warming your cold body as he rests his head against yours. He doesn’t leave, he stays in that position until your eyes can no longer see and the blood dries. The selfish and the selfless lay entangled in a mess of tragedy, one is now a memory and the other a monster.

whatever you do don’t imagine sirius black being arrested for a crime he didn’t commit after finding out that the real traitor wasn’t remus, his boyfriend who he had been distant and cold towards for months but instead it was the boy who he had trusted over his own lover. and definitely don’t imagine him in his cell crying because he didn’t get to tell remus he loved him for the last time...yeah don’t do that.

don’t imagine sirius and remus clinging tightly to each other after so many years of being apart, desperately trying to make up for the last twelve years.

arondir is the sexiest elf ever, i love him so much. why is no one talking about him ????

him, bronwyn, and theo :((