Can I Call You Mine?
Montague (fortnite) x (fem) reader
->If I chose you life could’ve been different
->2K word
TW: guns & death
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You were untouchable like a distant diamond sky. He couldn’t understand why he was so caught up in you. It wasn’t like you gave a shit about him.
You were one jewel he couldn't steal.
No matter how good of a thief he was.
The dreams of holding you in his arms and calling you his was what gave him strength to keep going everyday.
You had chosen the other side.
That heist changed everything. The biggest regret of his was choosing that medallion over the one thing he cherished most.
You.
He left you behind; speeding off in that stupid silver car.
Leaving you to rush off and fend for yourself.
The next time he saw you was at a meeting with the other millionaires he had gathered into his Society.
You had joined a group called the UnderGround. As one of their leaders.
Learning that he was on top of your hit list sent shivers down his spine.
He didn’t wanna leave you. He was just blinded by the idea of wealth.
Pretending like you were an enemy hurt his heart. He didn’t know what he would do if he ever came face to face with you.
The lingering reality hung in his mind.
It’s you or him if it came to that.
You were leader of the UnderGround and he was leader of the Society.
One of you had to go.
Yet he would let you pull the trigger if it came to that.
He couldn't kill you.
He was far too caught up in you.
Which is why the night he caught you sneaking in hurt him. He had heard the noises coming down stairs. Somewhere near the vault. The thought of him just hearing things crossed his mind yet it was too loud for him to just be hearing things.
Heading down the stairs from his master bedroom he eyed the door to the vault. His hair was messed up, dress shirt loosely buttoned and dress pants without a belt. He looked like a mess.
“Who’s there?” His voice came out slightly shaky, holding up his pistol. Aiming it at whoever might be down there.
The rustling noise stopped. He headed down the steps to the vault, the shadow of a person coming into view.
“{Y/N}?” He dropped his aim slightly.
“Montague.” Your voice seethed as you looked up at him.
His eyes softened and he stepped down a few steps to get a better look at you.
Instinctively you raised your own pistol, aiming straight at his head.
“Woah- come on.. Let’s not do this.” Montague raised his hands; pistol in one.
“Hand over the medallion now.” Your voice was so demanding, much rougher than he remembered. “Come on.. Let’s talk.” Pleading wasn’t something he did often. He would rather be shot than anyone hear him beg. For you on the other hand. He would do anything to have just a moment with you again.
He missed how you both could talk about anything. Sit in an abandoned building and plan out the next heist.
Stealing was the way you both lived. You had grown to trust each other in those heists. Robbing banks, jewelry stores, and random rich people.
Montague had become the person he swore to you he wouldn't.
“We are doing this Montague.” He couldn't see through you like he used to. You seemed so truthful. Like you were serious about blowing his head off if you had to.
“{Y/N}... please just let’s talk. I’ve missed y-.” He had taken the last few steps to reach you; hands still in the air.
He felt the end of your gun press to his forehead. His eyes stared into your scrunched up ones. Anger prominent in your {e/c} eyes. In that moment he knew he lost you. He just wanted you.
“Why miss me? You were the one who left me behind. Without a second thought.” That silky voice of yours despite seething with anger was so angelic. The feeling of the gun pressing against his forehead harder snapped him out of his thoughts.
“I know what I did.. I know.” His voice was soft and pleading. He looked you in the eyes as he spoke.
He had missed them.
“If you don’t give me that medallion now, I’m gonna blow your head off and take it myself.” You shoved him against the wall holding the gun to his head. He didn’t even flinch. He just liked that you were somewhat touching him.
“I miss you.” Those words hit your ears and for a moment the grip on your pistol faltered.
His voice was almost a whisper and his breath tingled your neck.
“Don’t do this to me Montague.. I can’t let my group down.” The feeling of the trigger between your fingers reminds you of how you controlled the situation despite his words.
“I miss you, I miss you more and more everyday..” He stared into your eyes so desperate to change the emotion in them. He wanted to see that smile.
The happy look in your eyes when you’d see him.
He missed that.
“I’m not falling for this Montague.. Let me in the vault.” You demand voice breaking between anger and sadness.
He tore off his medallion and held it in front of the vault's scanner. The vault unlocked as it scanned the diamond.
Your eyes widened slightly as you watched the vault open before turning back to him.
“I don’t want to hurt you {Y/N} trust me when I say that.. I didn’t mean to leave you behind. I was stupid for it..”
You hesitated between letting him go and getting what you needed or holding him there against the wall.
The way his eyes pleaded for you almost made you believe him.
If you didn’t know him so well you’d think it was an act.
“You’re right. You were stupid for it.” Was the only reply you gave before kicking him in the crotch. His low groans filled your ears. You almost wanted to say you were sorry.
Too bad you weren’t
He fell to the floor holding his crotch, letting out foul language in his native tongue.
You quickly stepped into the vault looking around before grabbing the map you had been searching for. Just where Hope said it would be stored. Montague really wasn’t that good at hiding things.
Something you always knew he faltered at.
A good thief but a terrible hider.
You walked out stepping over Montague who laid on the floor still.
You stopped and turned around to look at him.
“I won’t be so nice next time.” Your voice was icy cold in warning. He simply looked up at you: regret covered his face.
“{Y/..N}” He closed his eyes tightly as tears pricked the corners. You didn’t know what to do. Leave him there or stay. He used to be your best friend. Your ride or die. Now he was just..
Nothing.
The sound of your feet coming closer gave him strength to sit up. You crouched down to his level offering a small smile gaining one in response from him.
“You’re so beautiful.. I wish I told you that sooner. I wish I told you a lot of things before I fucked us up.” His hand reached out and cupped your cheek. Letting yourself lean into his touch made memories flood back.
How close you two used to be.
His touch always calmed you down. No matter the situation. It still did.
“Oh Montague..” Your voice cracked slightly as you allowed yourself to soak up his warmth.
“Please.. Don’t go.” He begged as he pulled you closer to him. His arms wrapping around you.
“I have to.. I can’t let my group down.. I’m sorry Montague. It’s you or me. I can’t let it be me who gets left again.” Your words slowly soaked into him. Before he could react your pistol was back at his head. Tears streaming down your face.
It was a hard life now. No more fun and games of stealing stupid things no one would notice.
Stealing a life would always be noticed.
A heinous crime.
Something that could not be undone once done.
You knew that.
You had to do this.
You had to win this battle.
Jonsey, Hope, the whole organization was counting on you.
“I love you.”
Those three words made your whole body shake. How could you kill him after that?
“I know you have to do this. I know that only one side is going to make it out of this thing alive.” It was his turn to start truly crying. But not from the fact he was going to die.
No.
He was crying because at least even in his last few moments he gets to see you again.
It was all he could ask for in this cruel world.
“I love you too..” Your confession was all he needed to die happy. To know that he wasn’t chasing some dumb dream every night. You did like him back..
“Can I call you mine.. Once?” His question made your tears flow harder.
“Yes.. you can.” You sobbed harder as he leaned closer.
“I’m so glad you’re mine, mon amour.” His lips pressed against yours. For a moment you almost let your gun fall.
Wouldn’t it be so easy to leave and run off with him?
Possibly in your dreams.
You would be hunted down and never forgiven for that act.
You had picked your side to stay loyal to.
As did he.
So as you kissed him and lived in this moment of bliss you let it be the last thing he remembered.
Before you pulled the trigger.
Leaving him with his last dying wish.
To call you his.