bro i luvluvluvlvuvl hfhv au
and like ik hax really doesnt deserve a happy ending but my heart breaks my ribs begging for them to have one.
but on another hand the angst potential is so large like imagen
infume stabs hax in the middle of a fight, partly because he needs to act like hes a hero for this double agent thing to work, partly because somewhere deep down his morals mirror the voices of the ones he lost, begging him to do what is right, to grow a spine for once in his life.
and he only realises how deep that stab was, when hax doesn't jerk back, when their isn't an icy retaliation. as the battle stops around them, heros and villians alike stuck in time, unsure what to do. Hax laughs, a sound infume grew to love, sunshine and whimsy incarnate, and as infume looks up to meet the eyes of the man he loves.
at some point hax's scarf slips down, underneath is a pure untouched smile. but all infume sees is red, the wine red of the blood covering his hands, the red of the dried blood on hax's face, the red of the trickle of blood coming from hax's mouth.
then hax pushes the blade in deeper, not cause he wants death to reep him sooner, but because he loves infume, because if death is the price he has to pay for infume to feel that love, then it shall be payed ten fold. hax loves infume enough that even while skewed to infumes blade, he would push it in deeper, just to be closer to infume, just to cup his face with his bloodied hands, just so he can whisper sweet nothings into his ear, just so he can kiss him on last time.
the kiss is messy, mixed with the metallic taste of blood, the salt of tears, and the bitterness of melting ice, their is the soft sweetness of his lips. the rageing blizzard dies down, melting ice mixes with blood, forming a river darker than the night, than hax's once lively eyes. And as the frost flakes down from his hair, for the first time in a while, infume wishes hax wasn't cold to the touch.
{+ feinberg in the background being absolutely flabergasted that they where this gay, like omg its somehow worse than him and couri, how is that possible. And also extremely confused, like why do i lwk feel bad for the big evil villian?? is it cause he was gay??}
ok first of all anon OW WHY WOULD YOU HURT ME LIKE THAT????
And the fact that Infume knew it was Hax, knew it was him when they were fighting and when he killed him and OUGH its so good. He knew the risks going into this fight he just never expected it to go this badly.
And Hax WALKNIG INTO HIS KNIFE holy shit. Hax knows its over but he wants to cherish this last moment. He won't let anything get in the way of that, not even his own failing body. And its not a private goodbye like he would have liked. There are heroes all around who are watching them say their last goodbyes, watching them embrace. Hax knows there are cameras but nothing outside the confines of Infume's embrace has ever mattered and it certainly doens't matter now. So they kiss one last time before Hax slumps to the ground. Infume tries to get a medic in time but by the time they even call Hax is dead.
Part of me wants to focus on the media fallout. What happens to the public's trust in the top Hero when they see him kissing the top villain and crying over his death? they stop trusting him as much, and by association the hero agency he was a part of. Infume has people coming to his appartment, threatening him, sending hate mail, harassing him he can't get a moment of reprive. The heroes release a statement saying that while no one knew Frostbite's identity before hand, when Infume stabbed him his identity was revealed and Infume learned Frostbite was his partner and is dealing with some complicated feelings regarding the circumstances. It mollifies the public somewhat but Infume still doesn't get real peace.
One day while he's getting accosted on his way to work Rowl comes and grabs him. Infume thinks hes getting kidnapped by a supervillain but comes to realize he's being brought to Hax's funeral. Its a small affair and Infume recognizes most of the people there as villains who at some point he has clashed with but no one mentions it. He leaves and still no one mentions it. When he encounters some of them on patrol a few days later none of them try and engage in combat with the others. No one mentions it. None of his Hero friends ever mention it. All that love still lives in his chest begging to be let out, but there is no one to talk to, nothing to say.
