A Hero’s Death - Steve Harrington
[A/N: A request from this prompt list, I decided that prompt list requests will almost definitely be short ficlets as I don’t want to burn myself out with too many longer fics!]
Prompt - ‘I love you, please don’t go.’
Electricity crackled in the sky and shadows formed overhead, the wind whipped at your hair causing stray hairs to catch against your eyelashes. Steve stood out in the open road, his baseball bat hung in one hand and Dustin’s cap in the other.
‘Steve!’ You called out but he didn’t acknowledge you.
Together you were stood at the proverbial gates of Hell. At the end of the road wherein Hawkins should meet the rest of Indiana, there was instead a hole. Perhaps hole wasn’t the right term to use for the fleshy, pulsating wall that stood before you.
‘I can’t leave him in there, Y/N!’ Steve shouted over the roar of thunder that clapped in the sky.
‘I’m not saying leave him!’ You screamed. ‘We’ll get him out Steve, just not like this!’
Steve’s head spun around to face you, ferocity shone in his eyes, a loyalty to his friend, his comrade, his brother in arms. He took four large steps over to you until you were toe to toe. The baseball bat fell from his hands, it landed with a wooden clatter against the gravel floor.
‘Y/N,’ he said your name sternly, ‘I’m going in there and I’m getting Dustin back, that’s final.’
He shifted his body slightly as he looked down at the cap in his hand, he clenched at it once and huffed through his nose before shoving it into his jacket pocket.
In this close of a proximity you could study his face, his cheeks were covered in soot and his eyes were lined with clean circles from where his goggles had previously rested. A large scratch mapped its way down his cheek, an old scar from past battles, it had almost faded completely now in the months that had passed, a rogue tear followed its path.
Instinctively you raised your hand to wipe the tear from his face and any more that followed. You hadn’t realised that you were also crying until Steve copied your actions. His strong hands cupped at your jaw and he rested his forehead against yours.
‘Please don’t go, Steve.’ You whispered, although you knew your words were futile.
‘I’ll be back.’ He promised, kneeling to retrieve the nail-studded baseball bat from the floor.
‘I love you.’ You hiccuped through breathless sobs.
At your words Steve smiled, a brilliant Steve Harrington smile. He stood to his full height before he swooped and placed a chaste kiss against your lips.
‘I expect you to tell me that again when I’m back.’ He whispered against your mouth.
In a matter of seconds he had backed away from your trembling body and had pulled his scarf up over his mouth and nose. You watched on hopelessly as he secured his goggles against his face and without another word he span around on the spot and made his way into the Upside Down.