Not even migraines can stop me from writing femslash.
To be honest though, I'm seriously considering doing more Horsemen/ reader mini fics! ! They're fun and stress free and I love writing in my headcanons. It's probably my favorite thing tbh.
Should I put a warning for kisses? Ace! Reader is still a thing tho, so it's fairly innocent. Just Fury trying to get a rise out of her brother's and reader in one move. She's smooth as ice.
Waking up was blurry and terrifying.
You don't wake up softy or nice and slow. You wake up abruptly, your heart pounding and your entire body aching, but... oddly complete.
You would love to say your first words upon being reanimated were something romantic, like your girlfriend's name, but instead all that comes out of your mouth is, "What the hell?"
You shouldn't have woken up.
You're dead.
But, as the weeks pass and humanity begins to rebuild itself around you, it becomes obvious someone did something to revive the humans. Your Sight even returns, giving you glimpses of the future and various other timelines.
You know Fury is looking for you. She has to be. But it takes you weeks to even begin catching images of her future, and even longer to come across one where you meet.
One that doesn't even start with Fury, in fact.
You find her (slightly) older brother actually, in his smaller, more human looking form and splattered with what you know is blood. Something about a troublesome demon that Death told him to take care of, you don't know the specifics.
You slide into the seat across from him after he gets a few drinks down and begins to chill out, unable to keep yourself from smiling radiantly. "Strife." You greet, giving him your name.
He blinks, lifting his head to glare at you in obvious confusion. "Yes?"
"What's up?" You ask, trying to reign in your excitement. Finally. Finally you get to meet her family.
He pauses, running his finger tip over the rim of his drink. You think it's whiskey, although you're not really into the hard liquor scene. Unless it's mixed into a cocktail. "Do you know who you're talking to, kid?"
"Of course. You're my girlfriend's older brother." You lay your hand in your palm, watching his reaction with amusement.
He takes it with surprising grace, lifting one eyebrow (and the motion is so Fury like it makes your heart ache) and asking, "You think I'm an idiot?"
"No, but I'm not lying. Fury was assigned to neutralize a Seer a few years back, before War jumped the gun even. I haven't seen her since before the revival though, and I'm sure you've noticed." You respond. A waitress approaches when you finish, but you just ask for a water.
"Why wouldn't she kill you?" Strife asks, his eye narrowed. He's looking for signs deceit, you know. You looked into several versions of this conversation, and you have to tread carefully to avoid being shot. Strife is impatient.
"I told her I loved her and that she sucks at making coffee." You smile warmly, looking down at the table in embarrassment.
"Loved?" He puts emphasis on the past tense.
You shrug. "Multiple timelines. It's great, being a Seer. I still love her, don't worry."
He makes a face, but you can't name the emotion behind it. With Fury it's easy, but the others... Not so much. "How many 'timelines' end in your death?"
"Uncountable. I've seen several today alone. The only one I haven't, or this version of me, hasn't evaded was the End War one. You're a really good shot, by the way." This is accompanied by a shudder.
He smirks, his shoulders shaking with laughter. "You saw me kill you?"
You smile tersely. "Yes."
"What about Fury?" He raises an eyebrow, obviously interested.
"A few times, near the beginning. If I let her catch me too quickly or waited too long and she grew irritated. After I confessed, never." You hum. The words I love you echo in your head.
"Hmph." He finishes his drink and slams it down. "You wanna hitch a ride then, I assume?"
"Oh, yes. Please." You press a hand against your chest and get to your feet.
Strife snorts, looking away. "Don't give me that look, kid."
"Can't help it." You laugh. "I'm in love."
You're not quite sure what you expect upon meeting back up with Fury, but you know it wasn't this.
You don't even remember what you thought it would be as Strife yanks you into the 'Death's living room' (you think that was supposed to be a pun, because its set up more like an office).
The two older Horseman are chatting when you enter, Fury perched on the large desk and seemingly sorting through a stack of papers while Death glares at nothing in particular and talks. He's the first to notice the two of you, saying, "Stri- what have you done now?"
"Actually..." You laugh, unable to finish the sentence.
Fury looks up sharply at the sound of your voice and glow of her eyes becomes almost painfully bright when she spots you.
For a few moments that's all she does is stare, in apparent amazement and shock.
Her daze is broken when you smile, and faster than you can comprehend, her arms are around you, spinning you like you're in some kind of trashy romcom. Usually you would make a joke about her being too strong, but your voice in no where to be found.
You know from the way she buries her face in your hair and digs her claws into your hips she doesn't plan on releasing you anytime soon. Her voice is quiet and reverent, repeating your name over and over.
You can't take a breath around all the emotions in your chest, let alone speak, but Fury understands. Wrapping your arms around her is enough, and it will always be. It feels so good to be home.
Death is saying something, you know, but you can't concentrate long enough to comprehend his words. "What is going on?" Is a safe bet though.
Strife's voice, however, is loud enough to shake you out of the haze. "Yeah, so... I figured out why Fury ain't interested in any of her suitors. She's got a human."
Fury lets out a disgruntled huff, and you laugh into her neck. "Strife!" She chastises, the same time you say, "Damn right."
"And this human..." Death prompts, obviously expecting either yourself or Fury to answer. She makes a low growling noise in reply, and you roll your eyes.
You tilt your head up, carefully pressing a kiss to her clavicle (damn Horsemen, always too tall) before twisting around to face Death. "It's nice to meet you."
He raises an eyebrow, and you abruptly realize he no longer wears that mask. Something... You can See something, but you cannot fathom what is it exactly. Maybe it's a past vision? You've always had trouble with those.
His bright orange eyes narrow, "You're a Seer."
It's the second time you're rendered speechless today alone. Fury tightens her grip on your waist as if she knows, and that's enough to get your voice back. "It should not surprise me that you noticed, but how, exactly?" You ask slowly.
"Your eyes." He shrugs, and the large bird on his shoulder croaks irritably. Dust, you know. Fury's mentioned him.
"Oh." You laugh nervously, leaning farther into your girlfriend. The motion makes your hips sting a bit, and it occurs to you Fury may've accidentally broken skin. It's not the first time, and you know she'll be disgusted with herself if she sees the marks. Dammit.
"Something wrong?" Strife asks amusedly. Double dammit.
Gotta come up with a distraction quick. "Well, I mean, you did shoot me." You snap.
"He did what?" Fury's tone could freeze hell.
"Not in this timeline!" He protests. You would call it a whine if it weren't coming from one of the Horsemen. His eyes narrow, "Yet."
Threats don't really phase you at this point, and Fury's arms wrapped around your middle are making you bolder than when you're on your own. You laugh, flashing him a confident smile. "Is that a promise?"
He appears downright startled, while Fury dissolves into a fit of giggles and pulls you even closer. "Don't provoke him, dearest one."
The endearment makes you pause, but you brush it off after a moment. She probably just feels like she has to make up on lost time. You hum, tilting you head back to kiss her jaw. "It's nice to hear your voice again, by the way."
"I should say the same." She murmurs. She rests her head on yours as you turn your attention back to Death, who's watching Strife with obvious amusement.
"Bested by a human?" He rumbles, much to his younger brother's disdain.
"You wanna-"
"Strife." You interrupt, knowing precisely where this conversation goes. You don't want either of of them in a bad mood right now, regardless of how cute you find it. They're such siblings. It's just adorable.
He rolls his eyes, "What?"
"Tell him about your mission." You suggest, smiling kindly.
He blinks, simply staring at you for a few seconds before apparently deciding to go along with it. "It was more than one demon. That's how they caused so much trouble for the humans. Fucker's still don't respect the balance."
"Working together? Who was their leader?" Death prompts, tilting his head curiously.
Strife shrugs, muttering something about communist demons and their horrible defenses. You're too distracted by Fury's lips moving to your neck to really care. You try not to squirm, but her breathy laughter sends shivers down your spine.
"Fury." You try to hiss, but it comes out as a sigh. "Stop that."
She backs off with a loud laugh, apparently satisfied with your flustered state. "Of course."
Strife makes a loud noise, and you know he's sneering behind his mask. "How cute."
You narrow your eyes in response, and then stop. War's done something. All you can make of it is annoyance, and then him returning home and speaking with Death. Their voices are muddled, and you don't bother to try and translate. It would be too invasive, you figure.
Fury twists you around as you blink out of the vision, her face scrunched up in worry. "What did you see? Are you okay? Is-"
Interrupting her, your reassure, "War will be home soon."
"How convenient." Strife mutters, and you can't help but grin.
"I love your family," You tell Fury quietly, your voice laced with laughter.
She just rolls her eyes and moves to press a chaste kiss on your forehead. "And I love you."