Summary: After a near death experience during a hunt, you realized that the cost for job was at some point your life. Dean noticed your anxious thoughts and decided to console you during a shared shower.
Note: I will write some different scenarios about kissing prompts for Dean. They might not be long but I think the idea is cute. <3
Content: MDNI +18, established relationship, anxious reader, kissing, fluff, a little bit angst, sexual tension, slight smut, comfort
Word count: ~1000
You felt the warm water dripping down your body, your hair soaked and your hands slightly wrinkled⌠but your mind was somewhere else.
The Winchester brothers and you were on a shapeshifter hunt, and to your dismay, you had been the target of that horrible monster. The details were blurry, you couldnât remember clearly, but the pain and the sounds were etched into the back of your mind.
The way your heart raced, only to slow down gradually. The way your limbs tingled before going numb. Today, you truly feared death, despite always convincing yourself you were stronger than that. No one, not even the coldest souls, is prepared for the moment they confront their mortality.
Dean and Sam had tried their best to console you, to make you feel better - to make you feel alive. But it wasnât working. The thought of leaving Dean, of being ripped away from him, made your chest ache. You hated the idea. Sure, the job was merciless, but nothing should tear you apart from him. After all, you loved him.
Lost in your thoughts, you didnât notice Dean stepping into the shower behind you. You had been in there for twenty minutes, just standing still, your eyes tracing the drops as they raced down the tiles. Dean, understanding where your mind had gone, said nothing. He wanted to remind you that you hadnât died.
That you were here⌠living, breathing⌠and that those thoughts didnât deserve your time. Seeing you so lost, so weighed down, pierced him in a way he couldnât put into words. His tiny world thought about crushing down, and he hated it.
Without a word, he poured some shampoo into his hands and began to massage it into your scalp. You didnât have the energy to do it yourself, and so he took the sweet time to care for you. His fingers worked gently through your hair, creating soft, frothy bubbles. You felt his warm breath against your head, his chest lightly pressing against your bare back. The moment was intimate, yet so comforting and soothing.
You kind of appreciated this silence. You didnât feel the need to explain yourself. Him just standing with you, his warm breath on your head and his chest slightly pressing against your bare back, was enough, and yet, not too much to pressure you. You didnât need to explain yourself. He didnât need you to.
Just his presence⌠just him standing there with you⌠was enough.
Skin on skin contact, he washed your hair slowly and steadily, with utter care and love. The water poured over your head, rinsing the soap down your skin. Dean huffed softly, his hands steady as they continued their careful work. His touch was soothing, and it gave you the courage to speak.
âI feel so strange,â you mumbled, your voice barely overplaying the sound of the running shower. âI thought that was it today. I donât knowâŚâ
You rambled on, feeling Deans fingers trace your neck now, softly caressing downwards your skin, coming closer and closer. You felt his subtle warmth. You trailed off, your words dissolving into the water, but Deanâs hands never stopped.
âBut youâre here,â he replied, his voice low and steady. His hands moved to your waist, resting there with a possessive gentleness.
âLet me see that pretty face of yours,â he hummed, a faint teasing lilt in his voice.
You were quite obedient when he was so gentle towards you, so you did as he asked you to. Your defeated eyes gazed up to his green, lively ones. The pair of eyes which admired you so deeply, which never wanted you to leave him.
The tension between you vaporized as he cupped your face with his one hand, and pulled you closer on your waist which his other one. The way he looked at you felt like a promise⌠a silent vow that he would never let you go.
âI donât wanna die⌠and leave you here in this shitty world,â you whimpered, still affected by the tears you have shed just moments before. Your hands were shaky, but you placed them on his naked chest, his heartbeat steady.
Dean shook his head, his thumb brushing against your cheek, wiping away a tear that the shower hadnât claimed.
âYouâre not dying,â he said firmly. âYouâre here, with me. Youâre alive...Here, Iâll show you.â
He placed his forehead against yours, closed his eyes and felt your warmth for a moment. Your steaming hot skin, on which the water softly glided to the ground. You felt warm, and to him, pretty much alive. You were no corpse.
Dean leaned in, so slowly that it was agonizing. Your heart pounded against your ribs, your breath fastening as the distance between you shrank. Every second felt like an eternity, therefore almost unbearable. You wanted him to kiss you, to erase the lingering fear and pain, to remind you that you were his.
And then, finally, he closed the gap.
Your lips met, your soft skin softly touching his. There was passion, endearment and... naked, pure, love. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and breathtakingly intimate. His lips pressed against yours again, giving you room to breathe.
It wasnât hurried or desperate - it was Deanâs way of comforting you, of showing you that he was here and that you were his world.
His hand on your waist pulled you closer until your bodies were flush, the heat of the water blending with the warmth radiating from him. You felt him, as he felt you. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his lips moving against yours in perfect rhythm.
Oh, how that man longed for you.
Desired you.
Loved you.
When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting together as the water continued to dripple down around you.
âYouâre not leaving me,â he murmured, his voice a quiet promise. âNot now. Not ever.â
You nodded, your eyes searching his. In that moment, you believed him more than your own worries. And for the first time that day, you sought something else but sorrow. Your mind begged for him.
Itâs been a hot minute since Iâve written for this game, but inspiration struck at a random time. This totally hasnât been sitting in my drafts since last January
Prompt: If the agents worked at a cafĂŠ, what would their roles and/or signature drink be?
Amidst the chaos of battle, a quaint cafĂŠ stands as a sanctuary for the weary agents. Here, they can take refuge from their high-stakes duels, and trade their weapons for aprons to pursue a different kind of mission: the art of brewing the perfect cup of coffee.
Phoenix: with his vibrant personality and quick reflexes, heâs the charismatic face of the cafĂŠ. Entertaining customers with his barista skills comes naturally as he conjures up dazzling coffee concoctions with a flair of his hand, a burst of flame and a confident grin. His signature drink, The Ignition Latte, is a fiery blend that invigorates even the most exhausted of patrons.
Jett: agile on and off the battlefield, she brings her lightning-fast speed and precision to the cafĂŠ. With a swift motion of her finger, she effortlessly crafts delicate latte art, transforming each cup into its own masterpiece. Her Cloud Burst Cappuccino is a smooth delight, creating a moment of feather-light happiness for those who drink it.
Viper: the formidable chemist brings her scientific expertise to the world of coffee. With a touch of her gloved hand, she infuses her creations with unique flavors and aromas, leaving customers in awe. Her Venomous Mocha is a mysterious blend that tantalizes the taste buds and leaves a lingering, addictive aftertaste.
Sage: with her nurturing personality and herbal knowledge, she adds a touch of serenity to the cafĂŠ and its menu. Her Rejuvenation Tea is a calming infusion that restores both body and mind, providing a moment of tranquility amidst the chaos of everyday.
Omen: ever the enigma, he brings an air of mystery to the cafĂŠ. With a flick of his wrist, he conjures up ethereal and smoky concoctions, leaving people wondering how he manages to capture such unique flavors. His Shadowy Cold Brew is a chilling experience that takes customers on a journey through darkness and light.
KAY/O: the robotic agent assists in the day-to-day operations of the cafĂŠ, precisely measuring ingredients, ensuring efficiency, and maintaining the coffee shop's cutting-edge technology. KAY/O's presence adds a futuristic touch to the atmosphere, making customers feel like they've stepped into a realm where man and machine coexist harmoniously.
Sova: a master archer, you can find him behind the counter carefully crafting his signature drink, The Tracker's Shot: a potent blend of espresso and a hint of blueberry syrup, topped with a delicate foam art of a wolf's paw print. Sova takes great pride in his creation, often using it as a conversation starter with customers, enthralling them with tales of his adventures in the wilderness.
Cypher: the watchful surveillance expert provides security for the establishment. He has a keen eye for detail, which translates seamlessly into his signature drink, The Watchful Eye Latte: a meticulous combination of steamed milk, a shot of espresso, and a dash of vanilla spice syrup, served with a meticulous swirl of latte art depicting an intricate camera lens.
Chamber: the polished agent with a mysterious past has a taste for the unconventional, which is reflected in his signature creation, The Trademark Mocha: a rich concoction of dark chocolate, a double shot of espresso, and a hint of cinnamon, sprinkled with a dash of edible gold glitter that gives it an otherworldly shimmer.
Astra: with the ability to infuse her cosmic energy into any environment, she can elevate even a simple drink into an otherworldly experience. The Celestial Brew starts with a base of rich, smooth espresso, followed by a fusion of steamed milk and vanilla syrup, creating a swirling galaxy effect. To top it off is a dollop of homemade lavender-infused whipped cream, a touch of stardust and a sprinkle of edible glitter.
omg what abt valorant sova/chamber watching their s/o get killed by their mirror counterparts đ¤đ¤
The Wrong Reflection - ft Cypher, Chamber, Sova & Phoenix
Includes: Cypher, Chamber, Sova and Phoenix
Genre: angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: you encounter your boyfriend's mirror counterpart and realize all too late what's about to happen, and all he can do is watch
CW: violence, major character death, stabbing, shooting, degrading?, lots of angst, major injuries, near death experience, resurrection, hurt/comfort, some fluff at the end?, fainting
so this isn't *quite* what you asked for but i really loved this idea and wanted to make it a little less angsty so here we are lol...also this is my first time writing about Sova, Chamber & Phoenix so if they're a little OOC or there's timeline issues thats why
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Cypher:
Though everyone at Valorant had been warned about the evil doppelgangers that seemed to look and sound exactly like your closest comrades, hearing about it just wasnât the same as seeing it. No matter how many times the other agents testified to you that it was the truth and swore up and down that there were âtwo Phoenixâsâ, you just couldnât wrap your head around it.
Until now, of course. Sent on a mission with Cypher and Jett, separated when a grenade went off and forced to hide in an alleyway until the smoke cleared, you didnât think the day could get much worse. Then you saw your boyfriendâs hat through the smoke and went to pursue him, only for him to spin around and shove a dagger just below your ribs.
You flinch and lurch forward, just barely able to catch yourself before going toppling over. He yanks the dagger from your side, and just as youâre about to ask âwhyâ, blood bubbles over your lips. You blink a few times, head spinning from both the pain and blood loss.Â
Why would heâŚ
And then you remember. You remember the warnings from Brimstone and the stories from Phoenix. This wasnât your boyfriend at all. This must have been the mirror counterpart they told you about.Â
Worst yet, your real boyfriend was nowhere to be found and youâre losing blood fast. Itâll be a miracle if you can even crawl, let alone fight.Â
Somehow, you manage to get to your knees and pull out the small pistol you had tucked into your waistband. You brandish the weapon threateningly, swinging it around in a warning. The doppelganger doesnât seem to care, though.Â
You squeeze the trigger.
Cypher is frantic. Heâs tearing through the streets, desperately searching for you. He didnât want to be separated, but there was no other choice. The camera he had placed where you had first been was shrouded in smoke, smoke that was clearing way too slowly for his taste.
How long has it been since your comms went dead? Five minutes? Ten? He shakes his head. He canât worry about that now. You have to be okay. You canât die on him now.
He checks his camera one more time, leaning his back on a brick wall in a futile attempt to catch his breath. When the familiar screen loads, heâs relieved to see the smoke finally cleared enough to grant him sights on the streets below.Â
The relief lasts only a second.
Youâre on your knees, blood pooling down your side and forming a dark puddle on the scorched pavement. And standing in front of you is him. His heart sinks. He doesnât need audio to know what must have happened. You must have mistaken the counterpart for him, and paid the cost.
Not you, he thinks. Anyone but you. Before he knows it, heâs tearing away from the wall, sprinting as fast as his legs can carry him back to where you were. Heâs only seconds away, but he doesnât even know if heâll make it in time. He turns the corner just in time to hear the gunshot.
He flinches, heels skidding to a halt. You collapse to the ground face first in a pool of your own blood. His doppelganger is nowhere to be seen. His heart is racing so fast it's painful. Everything seems surreal. This canât be happening, not to him, not again.Â
His only solace is the slight twitch of your body, a miniscule sign of life.
He rushes forwards, dropping onto the pavement and sliding to you. He ignores the burning in his knees, the strain on his lungs. All he cares about is your collapsed form on the ground.
He flips you over, examining every inch of your body. He squints. Thereâs no bullet wounds, no signs of being shot. Thereâs only a gash just below your ribs, and that's clearly the source of the blood.
But hadnât he heard a gunshot?
He looks at the small pistol laying on the ground next to you, the barrel still warm. Thereâs a bullet hole in the wall in front of you, and he almost sobs in relief. You didnât get shot. You shot back.
He squeezes your body to his, so happy he almost forgets youâre bleeding out. Itâs only when he feels your warm blood staining his clothes and hands that he remembers.Â
âIâve got you, little one,â he murmurs, scooping you up into his arms. âI promise.â
Youâre not going to die on him today, he thinks. Youâre coming back to him, no matter what.
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You wake up in your own bed. It takes you a while to realize where you are, your eyes barely able to focus and your head pounding. You inch your way towards sitting up, your side burning the whole time.
What happened? You blink, trying to force yourself into remembering. You had been on a mission, right? With Amir.
Oh, you realize, memories coming back. He was there, but so was his mirror counterpart. And he had stabbed you. Thatâs why your side hurts.Â
Still, it doesnât explain how you got back, or how youâre even alive.
The door bursts open, and Cypher is standing there panting. âY-youâre awake!âÂ
Youâre beyond asking how he knows, assuming he put a camera in your room the minute you got back. You just nod, taking in his disheveled state.
âI was so worried,â he closes the door softly, coming down to sit in front of you. âYou wereâŚyou almostââ he sighs ââare you sore? Can I hold you?â
âYeah,â you say, your voice so hoarse you barely recognize it.
He wastes no time in wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his head into your shoulder. âDonât ever leave me again,â he mumbles into your neck, hot breath fanning over your shoulder, âplease. I canât lose you.â
Chamber:
Chamber had never once been worried about his counterpart. After all, they shared a common goal, and he assumed his counterpart had the same soft spot for you that he did.
He assumed wrong.
It was a month ago when you went on a mission together. A month since you followed the wrong Vincent, and a month since he almost killed you. Had your real boyfriend not been there, you would be toast by now.Â
That incident was almost enough to make him reconsider his partnership with his mirror self. Almost. Still, he swore if he ended up in that situation again, he would protect you. That wannabe wouldnât lay his damn hands on you again.
Now, stepping off the jet with him, youâre not worried. You know better now, and you and Chamber had also come up with a codeword only he would know to distinguish the two.
âJust stay by my side, okay?â He cautions, overprotective as always, âif we stick together, he wonât get the chance.â
You nod, letting him lead you across the abandoned pier. You duck behind storage boxes and abandoned machinery, Vincent trying to find the place where theyâre going to plant the bomb.Â
Thereâs a slight clicking behind you, ever so slight, like the scraping of footsteps on gravel. You turn your head for a second, see nothing, and turn back to see your boyfriend staring at you.
âWhat is it?â You ask, âdid you find it?â
He shakes his head, âwe already passed it. We have to go back a ways.â
You nod in agreement, letting him lead the way. He leads you back the way you came, around a corner and to a deserted place in the docks. The surface is incredibly damp and uneven. You canât see how they could ever plant a bomb here.
âAre you sure? It looksââ
Youâre cut off by him pulling out his pistol and shooting you through the shoulder. The force of the shot is enough to knock you onto your ass, the pressure from the bullet making you scream in pain.
No, you think. This canât be. You took your eyes off of him for one second, not even. How had he replaced your Chamber? How did your Chamber not notice you missing orâhad he done something to him?
âHow?â You wheeze, applying pressure to your shoulder.
A smirk finds its way to his face.
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Chamber expects you to be behind him when he runs from the storage box youâre currently behind to another. Heâs so sure youâre going to follow him that he doesnât even turn around. Heâs so focused on finding where theyâre going to plant that he doesnât even realize your body heat isnât behind him.Â
To him, nothing seems wrong until he hears the sound of a gun go off. Not just any gun, his pistol. He whips around, expecting you to be there. His heart drops when youâre not.Â
How had he tricked you? Did you run off?
He shakes his head. You werenât stupid, he was just too smart for his own good. But if heâs hurt you or worse, Chamber can only imagine the ways heâll torture his mirror self.
He sprints back to where you were before, desperately looking for any evidence of you or where you could have gone. He tries to think like himself, tries to think of what he would do if he was trying to lure you to an early grave.
But he canât. He would never hurt you, he would never think to even try. Time is running out, he knows it. If youâre not already dead, you will be in seconds. He slams his fist against the steel of the crate, the pounding echoing throughout the pier.Â
He freezes. An echo. Thatâs right, for the sound to carry where he was, it had to have echoed off the boxes. So, he just has to follow them and find you, right?
He takes off quick as lightning, climbing the crate and leaping across the tops for a better vantage point. Â Come on, y/n, he sighs. You canât die on him like this. You canât die because of him.Â
Heâs done a lot of bad things in his life, but he canât possibly see what heâs done to deserve this. He canât possibly see what higher power is cruel enough to take you from him.
Heâs going fast, faster than heâs gone in his entire life. All he needs is to reach you, to save you, to do his job as your damn boyfriend and protect you.Â
He hears a whimper and skids to a halt. There, just below him. Youâre laying on the ground, blood pooling around your head. His other self is crouched above you laughing, dragging his pistol across your body.
Heâs taunting you, he realizes.
Thatâs fine. If he wants to play, Chamber will play. His mirror self doesnât see him coming, doesnât see his sniper rifle being pulled out. Chamber takes a deep breath, steadying the scope like heâs done a million other times in his life.Â
Just as he takes the shot, so does his doppelganger. The bullet rips through your chest, your body seizing once before going limp. The other bullet tears through the skull of his doppelganger and sends him toppling to the ground.Â
Chamber hops down, rushing to your side. The blood is pouring out now, and though heâs seen countless people die, it's different when it's the love of his life. Your face and hair are coated in your blood. He hates the way it gets on his hands and covers his sleeves when he tries to apply pressure to the wound.
Your heart is beating, just barely. His mirror self must have missed butâŚhe shakes the thought away. He needs to focus on you now. You canât die on him, not now. Still, his own hopes donât change the way your heart rate is slowing down more and more by the second.
Heâs out of time.
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You wake up in a flash of blue light. You have to blink a few times to focus, but the energy coursing through your veins is so intense it's like your senses have been dialed up to 11. Sage is standing in front of you, looking at you in concern. Her eyes are slightly puffy.
Next to her, his head hanging low, is Chamber. Your eyes shoot wide as you remember what happened, and start to register what's going on. He had killed you. Well, not him, but his other self. You died andâand Sage resurrected you.
The energy starts to leave and your strength wanes. You pitch forwards, expecting to hit the floor, but Chamber catches you before that can happen. Heâs holding you gently but securely, strong arms unrelenting.Â
âMon chĂŠrie,â he sighs into your hair. âI canât bear to part with you again.â
Sova:
Itâs white as far as you can see across the horizon, snow blotting out everything in your path. Youâre already nervousâthis is a big mission, after allâbut the snow just makes you feel even more uneasy.Â
Your boyfriend grabs your shoulder reassuringly. âWe get in, we get out.âÂ
You nod at him but your nerves are still on fire. Brim got wind of someone planning on bombing a safe house, and sent you and Sova to go investigate.Â
It made sense why your boyfriend would be sentâhe practically breathed cold airâbut you? You despised the cold. Yet, they were unrelenting in their decision and no matter how many times your boyfriend assured you that you would be fine, you werenât convinced.Â
âCover your footsteps,â you remind him. âTheyâre easier to track in the snow.â
He sighs, âangel, thereâs nothing out there to hurt you. Iâll protect you.â
It warms your chest slightly to hear him say those words. Only for a second, though, until you make a wrong step into a snowbank and youâre sent tumbling away from him.
You roll to your feet, covered in snow and glaring. You look up to where you were, but your boyfriend is nowhere in sight.Â
âSova?â You call.Â
No answer.Â
You turn around. Could he have gone a different way? Or did you fall so far that heâs out of sight?
âSasha!â
You hear a noise behind you and whip around, drawing your weapon. Thereâs nothing there. âSasha, please! Iââ
âIâm here.â
You turn around, coming face to face with him. He has his head tilted at you curiously, using one hand to push your weapon down.Â
You frown. Something seems off. How did he get down here so fast? And if he was here, why wasnât he answering your calls?Â
âWhy didnât you answer me? I was calling you.â
âSorry,â he shrugs. âI came as fast as I could.â
âRightâŚletâs get back up, okay, we need to monitor the situation.â
You start hiking through the knee-deep snow, trying to get back to where you were. You pause about halfway up, though, when you realize you donât hear footsteps behind you.Â
You turn around, about to ask why he isnât coming up with you. You face him, and just as you do, you hear another voice behind you, Sovaâs voice, yell: ây/n look out!âÂ
Itâs too late, though.Â
The Sova youâre facing letâs an arrow fly loose and you have no time to dodge. It embeds itself into your chest with a seeing pain, and you fall backwards into the snow. Despite the cold, your whole body feels like itâs on fire now.Â
Your breaths are shallow and ragged, your chest barely rising and falling with each one.Â
Sova stares horrified, looking between you and his doppelgänger.Â
As soon as he saw you fall through the snowbank, he was coming up with a plan to come and save you. To get a better look at his surroundings, he uses his Recon bolt.Â
Thatâs when he sees two figures at the bottom of the snowbank. His blood runs cold (or colder than usual), and heâs sprinting towards you. Just when he can see the top of your head, you turn around.Â
He gets closer and thatâs when he sees someone that looks exactly like him. He tries to warn you, yelling your name, but all he succeeds in doing is distracting you.Â
Thatâs when the other Sova lets an arrow fly at you. You have no time to move before itâs planting itself in your chest.Â
Sova nocks an arrow and lets it fly, but all it does is wound his other self. The other Sova gives a half-hearted salute, and runs away.Â
Sova runs to your body, the snow beneath you stained red. He checks your pulse, but thereâs nothing there. Heâs frantic, desperately pressing his head to your chest to hear your heart beating.Â
Maybe itâs the cold.Â
Hoping is all he can do. Hoping against all odds that the cold has slowed your pulse down enough to save your life, that thatâs the reason youâre not breathing.Â
He breaks the arrow, hands shaking when he realizes itâs one of his. He tosses the arrowhead to one side and the shaft to another, before lifting you as gently as he can.Â
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You come to in an infirmary bed. Starch white sheets pulled up over your chest. Your eyes adjust to the light and you see that youâre in the Valorant infirmary.Â
You try to sit up but your chest burns and youâre left laying down in the bed. You turn your head to the side, just to see Sova laying there.Â
His hair dangles in his face, tickling his nose. You smile softly and push it out of the way. Heâs frowning in his sleep and dark circles sit under his eyes.Â
You wonder how long itâs been since he slept. It was only in his nature to blame himself for something like this. You could only hope it wouldnât change anything between the two of you.Â
You stroke his head gently, flinching when a hand grabs yours. Sova is half awake now, looking at you through tired eyes. His hand is in yours, thumb rubbing circles over the back of your hand.Â
âI didnât mean to wake you,â you say softly.Â
He grabs your other hand in his, his need for contact practically insatiable. âA few days,â he admits. âI was worried you would never wake upâŚâ
âHey, Iâm here,â you give a weak smile, âand Iâm alright. But you, you look like hell.â
You slide over in bed as much as you can and pat the spot next to you. âCome rest with me.â
He reluctantly climbs in bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you carefully. He nuzzled his head into your shoulder and kisses it softly.Â
The two of you stay like that until he falls asleep.Â
Phoenix:
Phoenix was the first to see his doppelgängerâand he would not shut up about it. Night in and night out, he would talk non stop about it.Â
âHeâs just as cool and as sexy as meâitâs like me, but evil!â
And you would roll your eyes at your boyfriend. âSure he is, Jamie.â
You never pictured you would come face to face with him, so you never cared too much about your boyfriendâs words.Â
Now, on a mission chasing your boyfriend's doppelgänger, you wish you had paid more attention. He really was identical to your Phoenix, and it only made it harder on you.Â
Youâre pushing yourself hard, harder than ever before, trying your best to catch him. He was faster than you and stronger, and way more agile. It made you wonder just how much he had been holding back on you in training.Â
Your Phoenix is nowhere to be seen, too. You split up at the start of the mission and now he wasnât answering his radio and you had no possible clue where he had gone.Â
The Phoenix ahead of you disappears into a building, and despite your unease, you duck through the doorway and follow him. You follow him up the stairs and into a tiny, half-finished room.Â
He smirks at you, eyes flickering with flames. âWow, you really are almost as pretty as my y/n.âÂ
âIt sucks youâre not nearly as hot as my Phoenix.âÂ
He rolls his eyes at that. You wonder what heâs doing, why he hasnât attacked yet. Is he waiting for something? You canât tell.Â
You had no time to react when he raises his hands and the whole room erupts into flames. Theyâre scorching and they take the wood easily. The mirror Phoenix only gives you a half-hearted salute before leaving you to burn.Â
You rip off your shirt, using it to cover your face from the smoke. You canât possibly escapeâthe windows are barred and the door is blocked by the flames. Youâre going to burn to death, and thereâs nothing you can do to stop it.Â
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Phoenix only realizes something is wrong when he sees a building up in flames. His comms broke as soon as he left and he had been searching for you ever since.Â
When he sees the building, he just knows what must be going on. It only takes a matter of seconds to get inside the building and tear his way up the stairs to where the flames are beginning to spread.Â
He sees you, limp in the corner with a shirt pressed over your face. He runs through the flames, the heat barely tickling his skin, and scoops you up into his arms. Youâre aliveâbarelyâbut he knows running through the flames with you in his arms might do more damage than good.Â
He canât lose you, and staying here heâll lose you for sure. He has to take the risk, but for the first time in his life, he hesitates. He would rather burn here with you than lose you.Â
You start to come to while Phoenix carries you, coughing up blood and wheezing more than breathing. He rubs your back and tries to reassure you that everything will be okay, but he doesnât know what heâs going to do.Â
Youâre awake, and thatâs a good sign, but you need more medical attention than he can possibly give you in the field. He already called HQ but he has no idea when theyâll be here.Â
He settles down on the ground near where the jet will pick you guys up, holding you firmly on his lap. He kisses your forehead, rubs your back and tries to keep you as calm as possible.Â
You slump into him, arms lazily wrapped around his shoulders. His touch is reassuring but your skin still feels like itâs on fire and your lungs still ache from the smoke.Â
You silently hope you make it through this because you know if you donât, itâll tear him apart.Â
