I'm weak for Horsemen and a drunk Syb is an angsty Syb, apparently. Who knew?
This is probably going to be a one shot, but I might just give it a a happy ending because I love Fury! !
! ! ! Reader uses "she/her" pronouns exactly one time and is implied to be asexual, although you could just argue they ain't in the mood. Whatever floats your boat.
Protag can also see multiple timelines/ the future. Basically you know the game and what happens to War.
I gotta put a 'mentions death' warning. And not the character, although he is also mentioned.
Have a great day! !
"I love you." She murmurs the words like a prayer, her hands ghosting over your face, her shoulders, your arms.
She knows as well as you do that this is the last time you'll see each other. You saw it, although she swears up and down it will not come to be. Not even Seers know that, she had argued. The council would never do such a thing to War.
They would. They will. And you are going to die along side the rest of humanity. You're not supposed to be alive anyway, considering Fury was tasked to kill you years ago. She was originally offended by the order, figuring herself too good to kill an insignificant little human. They only resorted to using her to catch you after other servants tried and failed, simply because they completely lost your trail.
Perks of being a Seer.
You had allowed Fury to catch you eventually, after she had realized you're not just some human but before she began to harbor any animosity towards you for evading. You knew, even as she shoved you against a brick wall and dug her claws into your neck just enough to keep your skin intact, that there was a considerable chance that she and you could fall in love.
And you told her just that, with a smile that made her heart quicken (which you only know because she told you after the fact). You told her that your future self adores the sound of her laughter and hates when she puts too much sugar in your coffee and that your current self really really wants those claws away from her neck.
That was the first time you heard that wonderful laugh, and afterwards she made a show of sparing you, just this once.
"I love you." She repeats, as if she knows where your mind is heading.
Fury will make it through the jump started End War. She will survive and she will help clear her brother's name. You can accept that, but she seems to be having trouble.
You try to smile, but it comes out lopsided. "I love you too."
"I..." Her frame shudders, and even in the lowlight you can make out her tears. "Please."
You're not sure who's she's trying to win over at this point. You? The Council? The Universe?
Sighing, you hold her even tighter, "Fury, it's okay."
"It's not!" She snarls, more venom in her voice than you've ever heard outside your visions. "It's not okay. They... I'm going to lose both you and my brothers in one fell swoop and... It's not fair. Why should we have to put up with this?"
You run your fingers through her hair comfortingly. "Because, this is the way things have to be. I've looked into every possible option and each just leads to another variation of the same thing, with more or less deaths."
"For who?" Her voice cracks and for a second you consider not telling her anymore. She's witnessed so much devastation in her millennia's, but for some reason it causes her pain when you mention seeing such things.
"Either the angels or demons. The humans are all wiped out within a few years, even the ones with those high tech bunkers. Currently we're favoring the demons." You say slowly, tracing her tattoos with the tips of your fingers. "I think the angels will pull through though, and then they'll be left with you."
"I will show them why nephilim were put to death." She snarls, lifting her head proudly. She does not regret the genocide, not in the slightest. She knows, she remembers what they did, and she views their deaths as justice.
Sometimes you wonder if she thinks her own death will be justice too, for everything she's done.
"I love you." You remind her suddenly, getting up on your tiptoes to kiss her. It's short, although you wouldn't dare call it sweet, what with your tears. But it is full of love and warmth, and it is enough for now. "I love you so much and I would not trade this timeline for anything. Even the one where Strife was told to track me." You joke.
She makes a choked noise, her head falling onto your shoulder. "You would like him. Or at least found his sass entertaining."
"I know. In one timeline he killed me though. I think it was because I kept talking about the future. Or maybe I was talking about you. Strife didn't like my Seeing." You laugh halfheartedly.
"No, I can't imagine he would." She shakes her head, pressing her nose into your neck.
"That was much easier to watch than when you killed me though." You hum. "It's... Weird. Because I loved you from the very start, or at least my future self did and I sorta inherited that." Seeing is confusing, even to you. "But at the same time, there's lots of things I didn't See, and I didn't know what it felt like. Being in love."
Fury sighs. "I know. Nothing could've prepared either of us."
"Mmm," You hum rather than answer, slowly pulling your arms off her. "Do you want to sit down then, or are we going to be moody all day?"
This makes her laugh. "It's three AM, and you are not wearing pants."
"I don't see what my apparel, or lack thereof has to do with the time." You hmph, marching over to the kitchen to put on the kettle.
Fury follows you with a smile and settles down in one of your worn kitchen chairs. "Speaking of the time, why are you awake at such an hour?"
Pfft. "I knew you'd be coming, of course." You chirp, getting to work on whipping up some homemade hot cocoa. "You want marshmallows?"
"I suppose." You hear the distinct sound of Fury removing her claws, the quiet clinking out of place in your run down apartment but nonetheless welcome. That sound means she plans on staying for a while.
"So how has your week been going?" You prompt, moving to grab the carton of milk. Half milk, half hot water. That's how you've always done this.
"Aside from the imminent threat of losing the love of my long, long life, good." She says, her voice chilly. Not nearly as much as before, but enough to make you flinch. She falls silent for a beat, finally responding sincerely, "Death has been pestering me more often. He wants to meet the person I keep going to see."
"He wants to meet me." You correct, your heart fluttering. The idea of meeting the Four Horsemen, of meeting Fury's family, is something you've contemplated many a time.
There's a brief flash in front of your eyes, four comets hurtling towards earth. For a second you swear you can smell it, the burning and the dust and blood. Trembling, clutch the coffee mug in your hand like an anchor. She's gonna be okay, you reassure yourself.
"What did you see?" Fury says your name like an order, but you recognize the crack in it. She's just worried. She's always worried.
You shake your head, smiling. "M fine. Everything's alright."
She makes a displeased noise, and you don't have the heart to look directly at her. God knows what kind of secrets you'll spill whenever Fury so much as frowns. Explaining that you've seen the actual End War and the devastation of earth to your girlfriend doesn't sound like what you want to be doing the last night you'll be together though. You'd much rather reminisce and drink hot chocolate.
You almost tell her anyway, but the tea kettle screeches disagreeably. It only takes you a few seconds to get both your cups of cocoa filled, and you carefully make your way over to the table.
"Thank you." Fury says quietly, smiling as you take the chair across from her. One of her feet hook your ankle as soon as you're settled, and you laugh.
"You're welcome." You tell her. "So..."
"So?" She raises an eyebrow and takes a long sip of her hot chocolate. You've never gotten used to her habit of drinking scaldingly hot beverages. Apparently Horsemen aren't as bothered by extreme temperatures as humans. Fury doesn't care much for the cold though.
You shrug. "I don't know. It's weird. What are we supposed to talk about now?" What with my death hanging over the both of us.
"How has your week been going?" She quips, smiling lightly.
You roll your eyes. Nothing like having your own words thrown back at you. "Oh, you know. The usual. Some asshole tried to stuff a dollar bill down my shirt."
As expected, Fury's eyes go wide. "What?"
"It was meant to be a joke." You shrug. You would say something like 'kids these days' but it was actually a middle aged guy, who was then offended when he was kicked out. Being a waitress is so much fun.
You See it a split second before it happens, leaving you just enough time to scold, "Fury! Don't-"
The handle of her mug snaps off, although her expression hardly changes. "I apologize." She says, her voice icy. "Humans."
"Horsemen." You respond with just as much irritation, shaking your head. "Always breaking my things."
She lips quirk as if she can't maintain the proper amount of wrath with you around. "Tell me next time something like that happens. I'm sure Death would let Dust take care of it."
"You're not gonna sic your brother's crow on every asshole who makes at pass at me." You laugh.
"Perhaps not everyone." She allows. Her smile in enough to melt your heart, forcing your eyes down to your drink.
The two of you continue to chat in the same manner for the next few hours, long after your hot chocolate is gone. Eventually you move to the couch, and you end up curled up in Fury's arms, but you simply continue to talk. She kisses you at one point, but when she's pulls away she's got tears in her eyes. You immediately try to comfort her, going on and on about something, anything that manages to distract her.
You think it's harder on her than it is you. You've already accepted it, and while dying itself scares you, you don't have to keep going afterwards. You'll be lost in the Well of Souls, while Fury will still have her responsibilities as a Horseman and one of the last nephilim.
So you try your best to simply keep the conversation going anywhere aside from the end of the world, retelling stories she's heard a million times and occasionally recalling dates she's never been on but you remember vividly. She understands, of course, that sometimes it's hard for you to differentiate between timelines.
She likes hearing about her alternate selves anyway, and you're pretty sure she takes comfort in the fact most of your timelines involve falling for her. As if that makes it more real or something.
As the first hints of sunlight reach your windows, all pale pinks and purples, you fall silent. For a second, it's just like any of other date, and you smile. "You're so pretty." The pastel sky almost makes her seem angelic.
But she's not, and that's even better, in your opinion. She's Fury, one of the Four Horsemen, and she is the most amazing girlfriend you could've ever imagined.
She sighs, burying her face in your neck and tightening her grip on you. "I have to leave soon."
"I know." You could tell her the exact number of minutes before one of the Watcher's notice her absence too, but you don't. Tangling your fingers in her wild mass of purple hair, you settle for, "I love you."
It's not enough, and it won't ever be. There aren't words to fix this, but it's all you've got.
She cups your face in her hands, her eyebrows furrowed and a pout on her lips. "I..."
You smile. "I know."