╰┈➤Angst scenarios with Mha movie men
☁︎Includes: Giulio Gandini, Rody Soul
☁︎I absolutely love the movie characters and feel they're so heavily underrated when it comes to being written, so wanted to write for them :)
☁︎Warnings: death, Betrayal/ heartbreak, Description of injuries/ weapons, Heavy angst/ no comfort, lowkey made myself sad writing parts of this. Spoilers for movies 3 and 4
☁︎gender neutral reader/ no specified pronouns, referred to as "you".
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Whether he chose to admit it, you were always there in his new life, since the very beginning.
You started off as something akin to a ghost, a passing figure within the halls of the Scervino family's mansion. Someone like him, taken in with the task of caring for the long since isolated daughter, the girl who seemed right out of some twisted fairy tale.
Giulio had heard of you in passing, between the whispers of servants within the walls that praised you for your power. You made two, the two people who could make contact with the girl without risk of harm if you happened to be incompatible. He was a neutraliser while you were simply immune.
Suddenly his burden was not only his to bear, another person who was able to make the girl feel normal, to feel human. Even if in the end he was the only one able to cure her, to lessen the inflictions of her own quirk, you still held more of an impact on the both than you could have imagined.
He watched the simple things you did for the girl, braiding her hair in the early hours of the morning when requested before a long day, doing something as simple as holding her hand to remind her she wasn't alone. It was small, but he grew to admire you either way.
The shift in her mood was almost immediate, the girl who once cowered away from any form of contact now seeking out your touch. Even if it meant more work was loaded onto his schedule, he never found it in himself to complain as he watched you sit together on the balcony overhanging the garden.
And soon Giulio began to care for you as well, pouring an extra cup of tea when he was to serve the younger girl, pushing the saucer towards you with a gentle smile. It was slow from there, the exchange of short spouts of words as you passed in the halls, in a world the two of you ruled on your own.
It then became something more, hushed words lingering in the halls becoming long hours under the moonlight, sharing the tea he had diligently prepared in a comforting silence. Even if he couldn't read your mind, couldn't determine how much these meetings mattered to you, they meant the world to him.
It may have been something so simple, yet you never complained when he requested your presence in the late hours of the night, the only time he truly felt free. You spared him time each night, sitting in the dimly lit dining area and enjoying your warm drinks, away from the worries of the seizures that wracked the girl under his care.
You were no longer a stranger, no longer a spirit in the back of his mind, instead you were a friend. A figure in his life that he could rely on for comfort, that he could rely on outside the Scervino family he had grown to love like his own. You were different. You never pitied him, never looked down on him and instead helped him move forward in life.
Over the years of companionship, watching you remain ever so kind to everyone, Giulio started to fall for you. You had managed to break down the walls he initially piled up after the loss of his family, never becoming overwhelming despite the constant presence of you around him. It started as something small, a shift in his demeanour when you got a bit too close to him, heat rising to his flushed cheeks watching you interact with the people around you.
To him you were like an angel, someone who felt so out of reach that he couldn't help but admire. He felt love, he loved Anna but for you his feelings were different, a need to have you close over simply being your protector. He never expected for his feelings to be reciprocated, but as you stood before him with a shaky hand offering him a single rose, he couldn't have been happier.
It was rocky at times, your relationship struggling with his inability to leave the mansion at the risk of failing to fulfil but contract, but to him it was still perfect. You made it work, refined it over the months of affection, and it became something just as special. Instead of spending days out, walking together you both found comfort in each others brace under the night sky. Sharing the tea he had freshly prepared on the balcony, enjoying the distant shine of the stars.
And after everything, he never gave up on you.
A single night was all it took, a single night to collapse everything he had built in his life. The house he had grown attached to, the house that became his home, crumbling down in a matter of minutes. Flames surrounded the whole area, blood splattered across the rubble as he laid helpless, succumbing to the pain of his injuries.
Giulio could only watch helplessly as the girl he swore to protect was taken, her power taken advantage of as he couldn't do anything but promise to find her. To save her. After what felt like hours had passed, he finally managed to pull himself to stand, leaning his left against the crumbling wall as his remaining foot grew weak. The first body he recognised was that of his employer, Mr Scervino laying lifelessly amongst the ruins of his own home.
He forced his body to move, forced himself to call out to you amongst the crumbling structure of the mansion. He could feel the warm rivers of crimson running down the right side of his face, eyelid screwed tightly shut as he struggled through the rubble, trying to find any signs of life. To hear the sound of your voice reply to his cries.
But in the end it was hopeless, never finding you like you had simply vanished.
Now it all made sense.
The sounds of a drawn out battle echoed throughout the enclosed walls of a false sky, his blood seeping into the blooming field of artificial flowers. His figure remained hunched, kneeling weakly before the person who shadowed over him.
He ignored the calls of his name from the young hero who had helped him to this point, ignoring the mocking voice as Dark Might as he sat motionless. The blue light of his prosthetic eye had long extinguished, the orb falling dark as his crimson fell loosely around his shoulders.
His remaining eye met yours, yet you didn't spare him a second thought as you pressed the cold metal of the muzzle against his forehead. You still looked the same, your features matching the face he had long since burned into his memory, yet you weren't the same person he had grown to love.
Your eyes held no remorse at the loaded weapon you pointed at him, vision hazy under the control of some cruel woman who found using you as a pawn amusing. There was no tremble in your hand, no hesitation in your actions as you remained trapped within a daydream. You had the power to end his life at the snap of a simple command, and you couldn't stop it.
Giulio could feel the build up of tears as his vision began to blur, the sting in the back of his natural eye as his gaze never fell from your face.
Your eyes no longer held the kind person he grew to love, simply being a husk of who he once knew under the manipulation of some sick woman.
The sound of movement within the gun fell upon his ears, his pleas failed to snap you out of the daze that trapped you, you remaining unwavering. Nothing left you, no apology, no declaration of hatred for his very existence.
And that made it hurt even more.
His right arm began to feel unnaturally heavy, the prosthetic limb he had grown accustomed to burning as a reminder that he could still stop this. it would only take a moment for the metallic limb to transform, to pull the trigger at you and finish the mission he had set for himself. He could still pull through and save Anna.
Yet as he remained kneeling, his once upkept three piece suit that you had gifted him ripped beyond recovery, he couldn't bring himself to aim something that could harm you towards your figure, much less pull the trigger.
Instead he sat awaiting his impending doom, the fate chosen for him at your hands as the mastermind behind your control uttered your next task. Memories began to surface in his mind, your first real interaction, your first kiss to your final night together spent under the stars.
Giulio could hear the distant screams of the young hero who accompanied him, telling him to move and to finish his mission. To save Anna like he promised. Yet as he remained focused on you, focusing on the face he learnt to love, he couldn't help but accept that he had failed the contract entrusted to him.
Meeting your eyes for the final time before the trigger was due to be pulled, he chose to give you a final loving smile, his sharp teeth glimmering in the artificial light of the construct as blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. His eyes fell closed, leaving the saving of Anna to the future heroes that brought him this far, accepting the end of his own possible future at your hands.
If this was his destiny, he was willing to wait for you in his next incarnation.
Choosing to die with a smile, the very smile you loved until the end.
You were his first friend, the only friend to stick by his side through everything.
You were there as early as he could remember, a family friend about his age who he was forced to interact with. At first he didn't like you, didn't get why he had to play with some kid because his parents were friends with theirs. It started with you two in a room, staring at each other for different reasons. Distaste and curiosity.
You had offered him something, a small toy he saw you enter the house with, taking it into his hands before dropping it and turning away. He could hear the small gasp you let out, the sound of your rushed footsteps to grab the plushie before brushing off potential dirt that corrupted the otherwise pristine fur.
You watched him walk out, huffing something about how he didn't wanna play with some baby despite being the same age. All you could do was frown before following him out, moving to your parents and asking to go home blaming it on being tired.
Because even if he was mean, you still wanted to befriend him, as he was the first person your age that spared you a second glance.
Even when he tried to push you away you stood strong, following him and trying to get though to him. He only opened up about one thing, his dreams of becoming a pilot, yet that was enough for you to stay encouraged. You wanted to befriend the boy who caught your interest, because at the end of the day everyone needed someone.
And you wanted to be that person.
Your friendship truly started around the age of 11, helping him care for his siblings after the loss of his mother. Your parents were more than happy to let you visit the boy each day, knowing he'd be lonely with the long hours his father worked and the stress of watching the little kids each day.
Rody never wanted to admit it, but he appreciated your constant attempts at forming a friendship, never giving up even when he acted like he hated you. He was just scared, and you never gave up on him.
He could remember the times when you were both younger, running around the front garden of his house with the neighbourhood kids, the small girl strapped to his back as he held his toy plane up high. To the sky as he would say, like he would be one day flying a plane of his own.
He remembered watching you sometimes, holding his younger sister so he could play without fear of hurting the girl if he was to fall, the small bundle sleeping in your arms as you sat in the grass. Sometimes he found himself joining you, talking to you as the other boys ran around continuing their own little game.
It clicked to him how that was the first thing that made you closer than anyone else.
Rody had eventually opened up about his quirk, finally explaining the small pink bird that clung to him, the very bird that often nuzzled against your cheek after a long day together. He didn't have to be the one to say it, but you realised how he truly did care, even if he struggled to show it himself.
From then on you never left his side, even when your parents told you to stop associating with the children of a monster. You didn't understand what he did wrong, hearing in passing rumours that his father was working for a bad group of people, for villains.
Yet unlike the rest of the kids, you still chose to play with him because in the end, he was innocent through it all. He couldn't chose the actions of his father, and he was still your best friend no matter what.
He could recall each time you knocked on the door of the caravan they were forced to live in, always bringing something for the three out of your own money. Sometimes it was food, other times pieces of clothing you thought they might like, and even if you never knew what you were doing it was the thought that mattered to him.
In the end even if he lost everyone else that he could rely on for help, you never left. You would sometimes spend the night there, against the wishes of your parents, helping the boy but the two younger children to bed. he never forgot the way you treated them like your own siblings, reading them bedtime stories and being a shoulder for them to cry on.
Really it shouldn't of been a surprise when he developed a crush on you at the young age of 15. He really never deserved you, never deserved the upmost love you gave him like he was worth the world, and he made sure he would never take you for granted again.
You helped him when he took up sketchy jobs to help provide for his siblings, staying back and watching over them as you cooked for them and kept to his schedule for when they were to go to bed for their 8 hours of sleep.
Rody could remember coming back, roughed up from a long day of work to you asleep on the couch, never leaving until you were sure he was back safe.
Multiple times he sat through your scolding's, letting you bandage up the scrapes he obtained throughout the day, never failing to pull him into an embrace afterwards and tell him to be more careful next time. Each and every time, Pino did what he could never convince himself to do, nuzzling against your cheek and pecking it in something akin to a kiss.
Your relationship had started one night, late after he returned from a job that took most of the day. You had been sat on the couch, a normal occurrence yet he couldn't help but feel sorry that you were stuck raising his little siblings when he failed to be there. You had awoken when he tried to move you to somewhere more comfortable, asking him on a date in your sleep deprived state. He had accepted without a glimmer of hesitation, not expecting you to remember the next day, but you managed to and got your date in the end.
But even the best things must come to an end eventually.
Strands of his auburn hair fell from it's signature ponytail, falling over his eyes as he held you against him. He ignored the cheers through the screens of the dimly lit basement of the humanise facility, having defused the bombs at the cost of something much more valuable.
He ignored the feeling of a growing dampness on his hoodie, hand firmly pressing against your lower abdomen as the blood smudged his otherwise clean attire. Your eyes began to fall out of focus, tears brimming your eyes at the burning pain in your stomach from the laser that tore through your body. He wanted to be mad, to yell at you for taking such a critical hit for him when he was the reckless one, but he struggled to let any words escape him as his throat tightened.
Your grip began to waver on his arm, your hold loosening as your body grew weaker from the blood that pooled onto the smooth floor from your body. You chose to ignore your own injuries in favour of his, trying to wipe the blood from his face but in turn smudging move of your own against his soft skin. Your body jolted as you coughed up more of the crimson liquid, a metallic taste burning the back of your throat.
Rody could feel the shake in his hand as he came to the realisation he couldn't do anything, only being able to hold you close as you struggled to breathe, pulse weakening as seconds turned into minutes.
He ignored the green haired boy who sat in the same room, watching terrified at the blood that poured from your body without any sign of stopping, knowing he couldn't save everyone even if he tried. your vision began to blur further, eyes dropping closed for longer before struggling to open them again.
You felt tears that weren't your own collide with your cheeks, the warm liquid mixing with the blood on your face and running down your cheeks. Yet this time it wasn't Pino, the tears falling from Rody instead as he struggled to hold himself together.
A weak smile formed on your face, lifting one of your hands to face before placing two fingers to your lips, moving your shaky hand to his cheek in some form of a kiss. His hand moved from your open wound to take your hand into his own, holding it against his cheek as sobs wracked through his bloodied frame.
He couldn't lose you, being the person who meant the world to him, and someone who his siblings still needed. He could imagine their faces, the hurt and tears that could come from learning of your passing. Yet the longer he held you the more he realised that despite you calling him your hero, he couldn't save you.
He forced his otherwise numb body to move, hand wrapping around the bandana he wore to pull it away, carefully wrapping it around your head similar to how he wore it. It was an item that brought comfort to him, and he could only hope it would do the same for you.
Pino flew down one final time, landing on your chest before nuzzling against your bloodied face, pink feathers staining crimson as her beak pressed against your cheek in a final gentle kiss.
A/n: I don't know why I did this to myself, Next one will be happier cause I can't handle it :(
Actually love them so much.
