#death fic

A/N: I truly did cry a few times while writing this part, which is probably part of the reason it took several days to finish.

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You Cried For Help and I Walked Away, Part 5

Kensi rode with Deeks to the hospital. Tucked into the corner of the ambulance, Kensi had felt completely helpless only able to watch as the paramedics did everything they could to save his life.

They’d wheeled Deeks back before she could say or do anything else, his face obscured by a breathing mask, leads and wires covering his chest. That had been an intolerable thirty seven minutes ago. Kensi stood in the middle of the hall, the wallet a nurse had hastily brought to her cradled in her hands; it reminded her of the first time Deeks had been in this hospital years ago.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket with the next of a few dozen texts, but Kensi ignored it just like the others.

Tipping her head back, Kensi closed her eyes. How had everything gone wrong so quickly?

“Agent Blye?”

Kensi’s snapped open and she took a step towards the nurse standing in front of her. Before the man even said a word, Kensi saw the look of regret and sympathy in his eyes.

“No.” She shook her head. This couldn’t be it. It was too fast. They didn’t have enough time.

“I’m sorry, Agent Blye,” he said quietly. “We tried every intervention we could. The doctor believe Detective Deeks may have suffered an aneurysm as a result of his previous injuries.”

Kensi barely processed the information, her entire body frozen with shock and disbelief.

“Can I call someone for you?” the nurse asked.

“I need to see him,” Kensi managed hoarsely. “Please.”

“Of course.” He led her through to a cubicle, and closed the thin curtain, giving the illusion of privacy.

It only took a few more steps to reach the bed in the center of the bed when’re Deeks laid. All the medical devices were gone, a sheet pulled up to Deeks’ chest, and his face was turned to the side. Someone had even cleaned his hair so it curled softly around his face. Kensi could almost convince herself he was merely asleep. If it weren’t for the utter stillness. Deeks was always moving.

A wave of grief hit her.

Leaning against the bed, Kensi curled her fingers around his limp hand and clasped it to her chest.

Marc dies. Nathaniel learns how to cope.

Please don't take my sunshine away

What happens if you remove the sun?

Eternal darkness.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Dark, Future Fic Summary:

In a nightmarish future, Mike searches for his family. AUTHOR Notes: I originally wrote this and posted it online in 1997. For this posting, I've fixed a few mistakes and made some minor changes, mostly for clarity. Any similarities to the episode "Same as it Never Was" from the Fox TMNT cartoon are obviously coincidental.

I love you, daughter

Neytiri x human!daughter!reader

summary: y/n, neytiris daughter, gets shot instead of neteyam.

A/N: this is such a good idea anon!! Thank you for requesting and I hope u enjoy <3 also I am very certain this does not follow the exact way things play out in the movie, but I hope it is satisfactory

Warnings: death, blood, lots of angst, bad ending 😭

you had no idea how you made it this far. you were currently tired up to the ship with kiri and tuk, waiting for what comes next. feeling scared, hopeless, the idea of giving up was on your mind. i mean you were human right? a simple plea of forgiveness and understanding could immediately grant your safety, but the thought of betraying your only true family stopped that nonsense from happening

soon enough, neteyam, spider, and lo’ak came to the rescue. all of them began working frantically to cut the three of you loose, trying not to alert the military aboard. as soon as spider got you untied, all of you were spotted. everything happened so fast. flight or fight mode kicked in and you happened to be doing both at the same time. tuk was next to you and she was your priority. not for one second did you consider your own safety while trying to protect your baby sister. if neytiri lost her youngest, she would be devastated.

while running on the ship trying to get to the water, bullets were being shot in all directions. seeing the pure panic and horror on your siblings faces saddened you. they needed to be safe. as second eldest in the family, you had a responsibility to protect the others. you and neteyam shared a nod, along with a mutual understanding. save the others. no matter what it takes.

the both of you ran behind the others, to stop any advancing soldiers from trying to reach and pull them behind. the exit to the water was so close. only a few more feet. tuk jumped into tsireyas arms, while lo’ak and kiri jumped in together as well. the soldiers were advancing further, about to jump in the water too. neteyam grabbed a gun on the ground and started shooting at the avatars, you immediately moved in front of him, not thinking, only worried about making sure he wasn’t going to be attacked himself (you are entirely too short to get shot by him, that is not where this is going dw y’all 😭)

neteyam dropped the gun, grabbed your hand, and both of you jumped into the water. immediately, something felt off. a deep stinging, aching feeling on the left side of your chest. it felt as if all of the air had been sucked out of your lungs. treading water had become difficult. “y/n! c’mon!” neteyam urged, not noticing the situation you were in. your head began bobbing in and out of the water. “neteyam… I’ve been shot” you whispered, barely able to speak. “shit, lift her up!” lo’ak yelled.

your brothers lifted you up onto neteyams ilu. frantic, they looked for the nearest spot to rest you on, a small cluster of rocks that sit above the sea. jake jumped off of his ilu, “what’s going on?”

“y/n’s been shot!” lo’ak cried. jake immediately flipped you over. an exit wound was visible. there was no getting out of this. “apply pressure.” jake urged, maybe there could be a chance.

neytiri flew down to you using her ikran. seeing all of the panicked looks on everyone’s faces, and then seeing you lying there on the rocks alerted her. she immediately knelt down by you, seeing the blood soaking your clothes, the red only growing. “no, no, no y/n”

“mom, i— i want to go home” you choked out. your shuttering, halting breaths are becoming more evident. trying to control the shock, the pain.

“shh, it is going to be okay. just keep talking y/n, breathe.” neytiri whispered. denial already making its course through her. she knew deep down, you wouldn’t make it. but as long as you were still alive and breathing, she was going to be there for you.

your eyes began to tear up. breaths becoming more shallow, the little life you had inside was about to leave. “i, i can’t- mom. i just- want to go home.” you sighed out as the air was leaving your lungs.

neytiri bent down and placed her hand on your forehead, moving slowly to your hair. “i love you my daughter, my y/n.”

all you could do was stare up at her. you didn’t have enough strength to even speak anymore. the pain was fleeting, your head feeling light almost as if you were floating. your eyes spoke what you couldn’t physically verbalize. you loved her too. neytiris tears spilled from her eyes and onto your cheeks. soon, you felt fear knowing you’d never see your family again, at least on the physical plain. fully aware the end is near.

your eyes went blank

“y/n?” neytiri whispered, not accepting that you were gone. she held your limp hand, wishing that your grip would strengthen, that you would come back.

The Woman that once upon a time held your heart in her hands.

The Girl that you loved like a daughter and whose death would ultimately lead to you losing your only brother.

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In this universe, the river of time flows differently. Each step, each choice, and each poignant moment in its stream drift slightly off course.

It starts like this:

When Ahsoka and Bo-Katan ask the Jedi Order for aid in freeing Mandalore from Darth Maul's grasp and finally putting an end to the former Sith's reign, Obi-Wan does not ignore their call for help. Satine's ghost still haunts his nightmares, and it's the look on her sister's face, along with the redheads snarling accusations and Ahsoka's distant demeanor, that cause his typically composed exterior to splinter.

Through the cracks in his shields, a presence slips in – wild and tumultuous, yet practically radiant in its brilliance.

Days, months, weeks and even years later Obi-Wan will wish he'd taken a little longer to cradle her presence close.

It ends like this:

Anakin with Windu on the Invisible Hand. A incapacitated Sith in custody and another, more vile, more cunning, more sinister, choosing the wrong moment to reveal himself. A twist of fate. A long lost friend showing signs of old loyalty. Lightning. Screams. Hurt and Betrayal. The Chosen One as he was meant to be without terrors of the night influencing his most damning decision. Red clashing with purple, with blue. Red, blue, purple, blue, red, purple— A head rolls. The cackling stops.

For a moment, Peace.

A bond, frail at the edges but oh so resilient, crafted amidst blaster fire and silly nicknames and bets made on the battlefield, breaks—

Anakin screams.

•

On Mandalore the last chess piece falls with a Padawans last sacrifice.

First, Maul taunts. Maul laughs. Maul feeds on rage, on grief and hurt and terror, terror, terror. He's stronger here. Less controlled too, but while his greed costs him his head, his strength costs Obi-Wan the centerpiece of his lineage.

Obi-Wan holds his daughter as she bleeds out in his arms. His shoulders shake but he does not cry. His eyes burn but he does not weep. His lips twitch but he does not sob. He holds Ahsoka much the same way he held Satine only months before.

“No, not you too.”

Something flickers inside his mind, once, twice. It grows ever dimmer and Ahsoka's grip on his shoulder, ever weaker. A feeble voice inside his mind, It's okay. It doesn't hurt. I'll be okay, Master.

But this time no reassurance, no hand to his cheek, no last confession, nothing, will temper the anger slowly rising in tandem with his grief. He needs a medic. He needs a medic, now. Where's —

Cody!

Obi-Wan doesn't like the expression on the face of his slowly approaching Commander. The furrow of his brow, the emotion in his eyes. He doesn't like that Cody has taken off his helmet and reaches out to hold Obi-Wan by his shoulder as if he knows Obi-Wan needs the physical support, as if Ahsoka is going to —

“Master—”

Obi-Wan turns his eyes back on his Grandpadawan. Hers are barely open, her lips smeared with blood. Obi-Wans eyes catch on the red trailing down her chin and the length of her throat.

Ahsoka catches his eyes and smiles. She tugs on their bond the way she had always done before a battle, up until her last assignment on Caito Neimodia.

She tugs once, twice, three times. His heart squeezes painfully in his chest. He tugs back three times.

He does cry then. For the life she will never have. For the peace she will never experience. For the war she fought and whose final victory she will never reap. For the girl he learned to love as his own.

And even in her last moment, even in pain, even after Hurt and Miscommunication, and Betrayal born out of insecurity and misjudgment, she still worries for others first. For him.

You're safe. You're all sa—

He shushes her. Tired amusement tingles across their bond.

Then,

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale.

You are forgiven, Obi-Wan.

Exhale. The light winks out and as their bond shatters his last remaining one pulls tight with white hot agony.

Cody is all that keeps Obi-Wan upright right then and there.

•

The war is over. They won. So many dead. His lineage torn asunder.

Ahsoka is dead. Anakin won't speak to him. Qui-Gon is dead. Dooku is imprisoned.

Here the river of time finds a stream parallel to the one we know.

Also me: I love it when characters are hurt. I want them in pain. I need them writhing around on the floor. I need them bloody and beaten and abused. Ruin then physically, mentally, emotionally. Destroy them, hurt them, wreck them. Be violent, do—

Also also me: kill them. Kill them and make the others pick up the pieces. Make them die in their arms and close their eyes and take their last breath as the world fades away. Free them from this mortal coil of suffering and project that onto the others. Murder then. Make them die. Kill—