Can you do one where the Horsemen finds out that their s/o is being abuse by their parents?Maybe seeing the bruises on them?
Okay, so obviously this is a delicate topic, I’ve tried not to make the description of the injuries too specific or graphic, but I hope I haven’t somehow gotten this way out of whack. Prepare yourself for some viscously protective horsemen. xoxo
Death: He stills when he sees the bruises on your back as you pull a shirt down over it, not realising that the horseman had wandered into your room. Damn him and his soft step. Without pause, he reaches for you and lifts the shirt again, prompting a shriek from you as you try to turn around and stop him. But it’s in vain, you pull your shirt but he doesn’t let go, merely glares quietly at your back as if his gaze alone could make the bruises disappear.
You try to play it off, but nothing slips past Death, and before you can stop yourself, you’ve relayed to him the entire story of what your parents have been doing to you.
The horseman hisses something vehemently in an ancient language that sounds suspiciously like a human swear word, then lowers your top back over the marks. You turn to face him, suddenly very afraid of what he’s thinking. Death is now staring through you, lost in thought until at last, he blinks and states very quietly and calmly, “You’re coming home with me.” A little confused, you stutter back, “B-but I already am home?”
Shaking his head, Death pulls you a little towards himself, glaring at your bedroom door as though daring your parents to come strolling through at any moment. “No, this isn’t your home anymore. Get your things. We’re leaving.”
Now you’re even more puzzled. But he roots around in your cupboard to find a bag, tossing it at you and standing guard at the door. “Death, what-”
“I’ll not allow you to stay here any longer, I’m sorry.. But this is for your own good.” Part of you is a little worried, you can tell he means business, but you still fear your parents wrath if you leave. And what will you tell your friends? Shaking your head, you start stuffing things into your bag, figuring that you’ll work out the details at a later date, for now, Death is actually willing to take you away from the pain.
Once you’re packed, you turn to see Death glaring holes through your door, his shoulders are heaving as he breathes heavily and you can hear the leather of his wraps creaking as his fists clench painfully tight. “Death?” You call in a hushed tone. His head twitches towards you and he sighs tiredly, turning to pick you up. Opening your bedroom window, Death leaps down to the ground below, before hitting the earth however, Despair appears in a flurry of sickly green light and the horseman lands smoothly in the saddle.
It’s probably the fastest, cleanest getaway you’ve ever known. Death spurs Despair off into the night, clutching you close to his chest but being mindful of the marks adorning your back. He hopes that the small gesture adequately portrays that he’s fully prepared to take care of you, and woe betide any who try to take you away from him.
War: This was a disaster. You’d been so careful, how had War seen? It was the wince, you decided. The wince you’d let slip when your huge horseman friend had nudged you lightly in your side to ask you about a photograph on your dresser. Of course, his sharp eyes immediately picked up on your expression and he backed away a little. “I’m sorry, I’ve injured you…”
You look up at him hurriedly, scrambling to quash his worry, “No no, War this wasn’t you! It was-” You bite your lip, suddenly aware that you’d almost let slip one of your most guarded secrets. War, ever watchful, scowled, taking another step towards you and letting his hand hover over your side.
“If not me…” he growled slowly, “Then who?…”
You bit your lip, eyes flickering between War’s increasingly livid face and your door, beyond which, you can both hear your parents laughing at the television together.
“If they find out I told you, they’ll kill me.” You hiss urgently at him. But War’s frown only deepens into something much darker. His suspicions all but confirmed, the horseman’s fist collides with the wall behind you, making you give out a small noise of surprise. His head whips towards your door and he begins to make for it, pulling Chaoseater from its hilt. With a gasp, you leap between him and the door handle, spreading your arms wide. “War! No, it’s okay,” you try to insist. “I can handle it, but you can’t hurt them.”
“Watch me.” he mutters darkly as he goes to step around you, but you follow his movements, blocking him from reaching the door. War eyeballs you for a few, tense moments. At last, to your relief, he relents and sheathes Chaoseater with a disgruntled sigh. “You can’t remain here.” He suddenly claims. At his statement, you give a sigh of your own, rubbing your eyes tiredly. “…I know, War..But what else am I supposed to do?…” You intended the question to be rhetorical, but War suddenly lifts his head up, a determined gleam in his azure eyes.
“You could come with me.” he suggests, utterly serious.
You recoil in shock, not at all expecting him to actually offer a suggestion let alone one so generous. Your brow furrows sadly, “War, I’d love to but…I can’t just leave everything behind. My life, my friends, work I-”
“You would not have to leave your life behind,” War interrupts, “You would simply have a life without this….” He gestures to your side before continuing, “I will take you wherever you want to go. I will protect you when you’re there and then I will take you back to our home.”
“Our home?” You can’t help but ask.
War nods decisively. “I will give you a home, Y/n. Somewhere far from Earth. You would be safe there….With me.” You find yourself struggling to breathe at his offer, one that could change your life forever. You look up into the eyes you’ve come to love so dearly and think of all the times you’ve daydreamed about staying by his side, forever.
Quietly, softly, you at last say the word he’s been waiting to hear.
Fury: She spots the marks as you enter your bedroom after a shower. She’d shown up and let herself in through your window, because honestly? She’d always sensed a very unwelcoming presence from your parents whenever she usually came to visit.
Fury bolts up from where she’d been lounging on your bed. She clears the space between you in two seconds flat and grasps your wrist, stretching your arm out into the air and peering at the ghastly bruises on your upper arm. You’re startled when she does this, frantically trying to pull your arm back but she shushes you softly and lowers your limb after a minute’s more of scrutiny.
“Y/n, how on Earth did this happen?” She asks you, a worried frown creasing her forehead. You blanch at her questioning, suddenly tripping over your words trying to find some kind of excuse. Of course, she doesn’t buy it.
Eventually, she coaxes the truth from you, only after you make her promise not to let them know that you’ve told anyone. Fury’s claws rip into your bedspread as she lets out an impromptu hiss of rage. It’s so uncharacteristic of her to lose her cool that you’re shocked. But this is serious.
Fury’s eyes narrow as she tries her best to steady her breathing. Finally, she looks at you with a terribly sad expression on her face. “I can’t believe they would do this to you. You!” She exclaims, “You’re such a wonderful person, who’d want to hurt you like this?” She shakes her head miserably, but after a quiet second, she lifts it again, searching for your eyes imploringly. The horseman lifts her hands to grip each of your cheeks and whispers in a hushed tone, “Y/n….I can take you away from here….” she promises hurriedly, “I can keep you safe. But I won’t take you if you don’t want me to…” She says this with an air of dread lacing her tone, hoping against hope that you’ll not deny her this…
This is all happening so fast. You want to cry at the prospect of rescue but at the same time you’re so afraid that something will go wrong. But….
“Do you trust me?” Fury suddenly asks, stroking your cheek lightly with her knuckles.
Do you trust her? You think for a moment.. .Has there ever been a time when you didn’t trust this horseman? When you wouldn’t lay down your life on the line for her? You’d spent the entire apocalypse putting your life in her gentle, but powerful hands so why not do the same thing now?
You look up at her with your mouth turned into a grim line, nodding once.
Fury’s face breaks out into a relieved smile and she glances around your bedroom. “Grab what you need.” She whispers, “We’ll sort out essentials some other time, for now. Just bring what you can carry.” You go about the room picking up some bare essentials. Toothbrush, spare clothes, phone, laptop, etc. When you’re ready, you turn to her and nod once again. She sighs gladly and there’s a flash of purple light from outside your window, reminiscent of a lightening strike and a soft whickering from outside lets you know that she’d just summoned her spectral steed.
Fury gathers you to the window, “I wish you’d told me about this sooner…” is all she says as she eases you down into the horse’s saddle.
“Me too..” You mumble, leaning back against her warm body as she settles in behind you. The horse starts off at a brisk trot before flicking it’s head and bursting into a fast canter away from your home. Away from your parents. “Are you ready for a new adventure?” Fury calls into your ear above the wind whipping past.
Despite your previous trepidation, you find yourself smiling cheerfully.
“With you, Fury. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Strife: Your parents are unfortunate enough to be in the room when Strife notices your bruises.
The horseman is sat next to you on the sofa, his head leant back against his crossed arms whilst your parents sit uncomfortably on the other chairs. You’re leaning up against Strife’s side. Buried safely into him, you find yourself lost in thought.
You’d been so sure that having a horseman as a friend, your parents might stop treating you so cruelly, but you’re just not that lucky…
“Whatcha thinkin’ about squirt?” Strife chirps, suddenly breaking you from your thoughts by squeezing your side with one of his arms. You can’t quite stop the pained “Ouch!” that jumps from your throat before you know it. You and your parents freeze, you with a look of sheer terror on your face and they with enraged expressions adorning theirs. But Strife looks puzzled, “What was that?” he asks.
Strife has always been reminded by you time and again exactly how hard he had to squeeze you before it became painful. He’s now acutely aware of your pain tolerance and what he just did? That should not have made you go ‘ouch’.
Suspicious, Strife turns to face you full, catching the look of horror on your face and then turns to see your parents hurriedly smoothing their own features and turning back to the television, pretending that nothing was out of the ordinary. A dark scowl makes it’s way onto the horseman’s face as he slowly turns his eyes down to you. “What…was…that?” He breathes, dangerous and low, sharp eyes narrowing.
You go to answer, but he doesn’t actually give you the chance. Strife pins you against the sofa cushions, grabbing one side of your pyjama top, he lifts it carefully, aware of your parents rising to their feet behind him. He nearly stops breathing at the side of branded fingers littering your side. Snarling ferociously, Strife whips his head around to look at your parents.
“The Hell is this?” He bellows, clearly indicating your exposed skin whilst you struggle to tug your top from his grasp. Your parents hiss at him angrily.
“That is none of your business.” One growls.
“Like Hell it ain’t!” The horseman shouts back. You whimper at the sudden threat of your parents looming over Strife. But you really needn’t have been so worried.
It seems, that even your parents had become rather complacent around Strife. They were so used to seeing him being friendly and gentle with you, they seemed to have forgotten that he is, in fact, still very much a Horseman of the Apocalypse, and perfectly capable of tearing them apart, should he see fit.
Strife suddenly stands up, growing to his full, imposing height, head almost brushing against the ceiling as he rests his hands threateningly on Redemption and Mercy. He positions himself in order to completely block you from view when he faces your parents, who’re suddenly looking far less intimidating. Strife growls in his throat before loudly exclaiming, “Now, I’m taking Y/n here with me, and I don’t wanna have to shoot you in front of your kid, so I suggest you back up and let us walk…”
“You can’t do that!” One of them exclaims nervously, “That’s kidnapping! W-we’ll call the police!”
Strife lets out a bark of dark laughter, “Oh yeah!? Well go ahead then tough guy. I’m sure they’d looove to hear about what you’ve been doin’ to my friend here.” With that, Strife turns with abrupt gentleness and lifts you into his arms, whispering, “S’okay. I gotcha...M’not gonna let em hurt you anymore...”
Your parents don’t make a move to stop him as he strolls out of your old home, precious cargo in his arms.