discontinued

❓ dying in their arms / in front of them ❓

tw: blood, death, and gore, just graphic things like that in general

fem!reader

[a / n] : only two characters oops- im just kinda tired rn. Also I didn't proofread... I swear it will be decent at least!

rekrap2

Rek waited peacefully on his bed, admiring the sharpness of his sword and the glint against it from the glowstone in his house. He waited for a long time for Y/N to come home- it'd been hours since he last saw her in the nether. He set down his sword and got ready to sleep, just hoping that she would make it out alive.

He shuddered and got sent back to reality after hearing someone beat on the door and turn the knob desperately.

"Parker! Let-" cough "Let me in! Please!"

He tripped over to the door, pulling it open immediately. He sharply inhaled, seeing Y/N with a bloody arm covering an even more bloody patch of her shirt. It had a huge stab wound- likely from a combination of a tipped arrow and a sword.

"Y/N?! Y/N, who- are you oka- well- who did this to you?!"

He lifted her gently off the ground and set her on his bed, not caring about the sheets getting stained.

"I-" cough "don't know... they were invis..."

Y/N closed her eyes and lifted a hand to wipe her tears, but Rekrap put her hand back down.

"Don't move too much. You'll make it worse... I'll find some milk for you, okay?"

"Heh... that's totally gonna help with the stab wou-"

Attempting to make a joke to lighten the mood, Y/N broke into a coughing fit, only making the room feel more dreary. Rek lifted her so she could lay down in his lap. 

"You'll be okay. Just don't die... hang in there. Please."

"I dunno... everything hurts."

Seeing Y/N start to cry made Rek want to cry too, but he held back his tears.

"It's okay. It's okay, everything will he okay."

He pulled her close in a warm embrace. Y/N's sobbing slowly ceased, replaced by soft breathing.

"Parker."

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

She hugged him as tight as she could- which was not very tight. Her breathing seemed weaker, and her body more limp.

"Y/N, stay here..."

Tears welled up in his eyes. He didn't dare squeeze her too hard out of fear she might bleed out more.

It was too late.

Her body, cold and lifeless, laid stiffly in his arms.

This better had to be a dream... maybe he just went to bed and...

This can't be real.

clownpierce

Clown was never the most perfect boyfriend, nor was he the worst. He always treated Y/N kindly but was always so shy around her he never made any advances further than some kisses and cuddles.

Despite all that, he was a kind soul around her. But away from her... oh boy.

He would rarely not be by her side. Even when he wasn't, he would probably be watching from a distance, guarding her.

One day he let his guard down. I am not saying he is in the right for constantly guarding her... but...

He was at work, calmly building a creeper farm. He planned to excavate a big ravine to create a house for him and Y/N to live their days out peacefully.

Interrupted by a shrill scream, he turned around, looking for the source. He threw a pearl over the treetops of where he was, landing in some branches. He brushed off a stick that got stuck on him and climbed on top of the canopy.

His eyes widened, seeing the scene. Y/N was on the ground, crawling, surrounded by blood and golden apple cores. Two mysterious assailants walked away.

"Y/N?!"

He leaped down from the tree, drawing attention from the two strangers.

"Shit, that's Clown! Run!"

But they couldn't run in time. The crazed Clown chased after them, sword in hand, ruthlessly stabbing the shit out of them. He felt tears stream down his face as he did so, and suddenly, he felt very grateful for his mask.

After killing them, he rushed back to Y/N, who was now collapsed completely on the ground. She smiled weakly at Clown.

"Hey."

"Y/N, what the hell?! I- I'm sorry I want here earlier... shoot."

He searched his inventory for a healing potion. He splashed it onto her, but strangely it had no effect. He panicked and found a totem, and shoved it into her hand. He then found a golden apple and stuffed a part into her mouth.

"Swallow... cmon! Can you still chew? Please..."

"Clown... even if I lived..." she spaced out for a bit. "Even if I survive, they will come and kill me over and over and over."

"I will protect you."

"...thank you. I mean it."

She smiled, closing her eyes. The apple fell out of her mouth. The totem didn't have an effect, causing Clown to think she was alive. But her pulse, lack of breathing, and blood loss said otherwise.

"Why... I leave you for a second... and now you leave me forever."

Clown buried his face into your chest, body racking with sobs.