Just fluff, some angst and blah blah.
Just lots of oneshots. Taking requests!
There will be other ships in the background some chapter.
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Hello! This is a request from xXFallenHeroXx. Prepare the tissues my many readers. Hope you like! The picture is literal like a huge summary of the story, just a lot sadder. Good luck! *Warning really sad and crazy* Character death.
"I'll be fine babe." Alfred assured and nuzzled his head deeper into the crook of Ivan's neck. Ivan gently grabbed the sides of Alfred's face and brushed a stray hair away from his face.
"I know sunflower, I just worry sometimes." Ivan stroked Alfred's cheek with his thumb and smiled, so did Alfred. He leaned closer into Ivan's hand and sighed sadly.
"It's only going to be 3 months you can do it, we'll talk and text remember," Alfred nodded smiling shyly. "That's my Alfred." Alfred's eyes were lined up with tears, smiling he wiped them away. Ivan placed a small kiss on top of Alfred's head.
"You sure you don't need a ride to airport? You know I could give you one." Ivan asked. Alfred shook his head, "I can drive I'll be fine."
"You always say that." Ivan laughed quietly.
"Cause it's true." They hugged each other tightly both having little tears coming out. They pulled away for a gentle kiss with feelings of longing and love. They pulled away to look into their eyes, purple meeting blue.
"You know I love you." Alfred spoke up.
"Me too." Ivan replied.
Alfred grabbed his suitcase, "See you later, love you."
"Love you too." Alfred smiled and then hesitated before walking out the door .
Ivan sat quietly reading his book, it has been about 2 and half hours after Alfred left.
His phone rung vibrating the coffee table it was on. It was an number unknown to him.He expressed confusion and answered it.
"H-Hello is this Ivan?" A shy voice called out.
"Da." Ivan replied.
"Oh I'm Alfred's brother Matthew,I.....I.....I-I am so s-so sorry, but A-Alfred..," He could hear the struggle of trying to talk, the sound of sniffling and crying, he hoped it not be true. He didn't want it to be true.
"Alfred's dead, h-he was shot and found in..in a-an alleyway." Ivan's eyes dilated and he started to shake.
He felt as if someone stabbed him through the heart dead. He could hear his heart shattered into a million pieces. Alfred was his one and only what could he do now.
"I'm so s-" Ivan cut the call, still not able to comprehend what he had just heard. He felt his legs collapse on him falling onto his knees.
"no.....no....no.....no....no...no.....no." He repeated the same word over and over again. Tears poured down his face, like a flood. He trembled violently holding onto himself, his eyes still dilated with shock, fear, and anger. Sadness overwhelmed, he sobbed and cried. He was so scared and alone.
"Alfred couldn't die, he's not dead, it didn't work like that, my precious Alfred, my sunflower, my hero...................................................................my sanity." His thoughts screamed at him.
Before Alfred he had no friends, he had no one, he was crazy, he had no life and that was were he was right now. No friends, No one, No life, No sanity, No Alfred.
Ivan's head bubbled with voices once again, he screamed clutching his head in his hands. He refused to listen, no matter how true they were.
"No no no No!" He still repeated the same word. It was all that was him now. His thoughts cursed at him saying it was his fault and taunted at him.
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He couldn't live this way again, he shook his head furiously. He was nothing without his caring, gentle, wonderful Alfred. He couldn't do anything either.
He turned his head to see the gun collection sitting neatly on the shelves and all he needed was one.
Tears still clouded his visions and thoughts still mocked him, he tried to pick himself up. He used all of his energy to push himself up and make his way to the gun case.
He punched the box, it shattered and shards of glass fell to the ground. His knuckle bled and had pieces of glass stuck to his hand, but Ivan didn't care it didn't matter to him.
He stuck his hand through to get to the pistol.
His finger graced the pistol gently and he smiled widely. His eyes turned from precious violet to a dull gray. He stood up tall and pulled the gun to his head.
His smiled grew wider and his eyes filled up with more tears. His finger close to the trigger, the memories of Alfred and him passed by in his mind. He closed his eyes and....................................the gunshot passed through his brain. Dead.
