Scenario: (Reader X Horsemen) You are involved in a close encounter with an explosion that separates the two of you. (Basically my take on how it would go down.)
War: He wished it could’ve happened differently. The area of effect and the amount of power from this one bomb wasn’t as he predicted. He had just enough time to cushion the contact the blast had on you by standing directly in between. When the chaos finally settled War was the one to come to his senses. Freshly dazed he immediately knew that that him and you are separated. How far and for how long wasn’t something he wanted to think. Still shaking off the daze and stumbling with each step he took; he begins calling your name.
“Y/n.”, a dry rasp. “Y/n!”
Each call was becoming more frantic. Though the search became longer his voice never lost its power. Opening your eyes to the darkness from the rumbling your ears picked up you were starting to wake. As you focused the rumbling sound got clearer. You could make out the sound of your name.
In response you whisper to your caller, “War…”
It was short as it was quiet, but he heard it. The answer he’d been waiting to hear. All his attention pointed in the direction of your location. Tossing away the rubble, with tiring muscle, that concealed you and pinned you by the leg he quickly grabs you. Keeping you close and saying nothing, due to shame, he quests to find you aid.
Strife: The gunslinger predicted the explosion just in time for him to push you away from its most. However he had no time for himself. Built stronger than a human he takes most of it; not enough for him to die though. Just at its end there began a terrible ringing constantly going off in his ear. His vision settled faster than the ringing. As he moved around he could hear a muffled cry, that he knew could only be from you.
“Strife!” Your cries are fueled with terror from how long it takes for him to find you. “Where are you?! Strife?!”
Though struggling, he hears you. “I’m here!”, he responds. “Keep talking to me honey!” He encourages you to keep talking so that he may find you.
You continue to cry out for him. When the fear got to be to much you just sobbed aloud, but you kept going. Once he turns a pile rubble you jump into his chest.
He holds you tight. “I got you. I got you.”, he soothes.
Death: It was far too late to keep you completely safe. The best he could manage was use himself as a human shield. When it went off he turned his back to it and huddled you near. The two of you were blasted away. In between the free fall he felt his arms loosen and you slipping away. No matter what he told his body to do it refused him. Some time had passed as the last of the debris settled. He wasn’t sure how long he was out, but he wasn’t waking. Faintly he felt a small tremor and the ghost of a whisper saying something. As he listened in on it he heard his name.
“….th……De…ath….Death.”
He bolts up like the dead coming back to life once he heard you clearly. Your shriek forced him to turn and face your traumatized outlook. You are a bit banged up but lived. He’s silent and no matter what you said he didn’t move. You lay your hand on his shoulder. Feeling the warmth radiating onto his flesh made him realized that you were no illusion. Finally grabbing your hand he realizes you’re safe.
Fury: She tried to rush to you before it went off, but she was late by an inch. The two of you get caught in its impact and suffer it’s consequences. She strains to get up as she woke. Her body wasn’t moving. She was stuck looking to the ceiling. Grunting, fighting to stand she manages to move her head. To her left there’s nothing but scorch marks and debris. To her right is when her body locked up. There she saw you. Your clothes were singed, body stark and turned away from her.
She calls. “Y/n!” As she feared, no answer.
With whatever she could muster she dragged herself to you. With a cry of pain she turns you on your back. The hand she had on you trembled immensely.
Your name faltered every so often from her lips, “Y/n…..y/n…y/n”, as she determines if you live or were on your last breath.
The motion caused by her was enough to rattle you awake. Your eyes opened to what you thought was muffled crying. There is a heaviness on your chest and a blur of a magenta like flame when you look the slightest bit down.
You take in what little breath you can and say, “Fury.”
The muffling cries got even louder after she told you to stay quiet and rest.
