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For: @novacorpse and dakota-is-dun (because you requested a Killjoy one-shot months ago)

Request: Angsty prompt; as mentioned i'm an absolute slut for angsty imagines so this one is inspired by your Bodyguard book. In summary, the reader gets shot. But not the normal type. She tries to keep up with the group, hiding the fact that she's injured – she doesn't want him to worry. As they round a corner, his fingers brush against something cold and the reader's knees give out, reality finally hitting them. And then (whoever you want this imagine about) is basically assuring the reader that they're fine, theyre gonna get through this together – all the while he's just coaxing the reader into a peaceful death, knowing there's nothing he can do to save them. Boom.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED.

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Note: There wasn't a specific love interest requested, so I chose to do this one about Mikey. (Y/KJ/N) stands for 'your Killjoy name'.

ALSO

When the hell did I get so horrible at writing endings??? I don't understand???

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"(Y/KJ/N)! A little help over here!" Kobra Kid's voice echoed throughout the dilapidated building, reaching you in the next room.

Your feet moved instinctively, turning your body around and hurrying through the doorway instantaneously at Kobra's request.

"Just hang in there; I'm coming!" you yelled at him, pivoting your body and angling yourself so that you could deliver fatal shots to the remainder of your enemies in the room you were retreating out of.

Sprinting towards the clanging sound of turmoil, you reached the section of the building Kobra Kid was in. You arrived just in time to drop an assailant only a split second away from blasting Kobra right in the heart.

Your fellow Killjoy sighed in relief as he rolled the now-lifeless body off of himself. "Good timing."

"Yeah," you grunted as you extended a hand for him to take, and yanked him back onto his feet.

A chorus of yells resounded through the air – the sound of your other three teammates begging for assistance. You and Kobra Kid shared a look of despair before turning to run and offer your aid.

Before you could leave the area, a fresh quartet of the opposing team's agents charged the room, each one of them training their weapons on you.

"Oh fuck," Kobra muttered, shoulders slumping as he too raised his weapon.

You shook your head and placed a hand over the gun, lowering it down and looking to Kobra as you cocked your head in the direction of the exit.

"Go," you urged, lifting your own gun, "The others need you. I can handle this."

He looked as if he was about to argue, but another chorus of anxious yells from down the hall changed his mind. With one last fretful look at you, he nodded once and ran off to help the other Killjoys.

"Okay," you muttered to yourself, sighing as you walked further into the room, staring at each of your enemies in turn, "four bad guys, one Killjoy. I like those odds."

You had anticipated the first shot, so when it came, you ninja-rolled to the side, taking cover behind some wooden crates.

"Huh," you breathed, looking around the side of the crate at the quartet, "That was rude."

With a short yell, you stood up and rapid fired at your masked counterparts. But you grossly overestimated your abilities, and greatly underestimated theirs.

It happened so quickly that you weren't even sure that it actually had. Then, you looked down and saw the gaping hole the beam had left in your gear, and you knew that the sharp pain in your abdomen was not imaginary.

You had gotten shot.

Your momentary lapse in attention gave the other team an advantage, allowing them to fire even more shots at you. Fortunately, your injury hadn't stunted your reflexes, and you ducked back behind the crates.

Your fingers hovered shakily over the wound in your body as you drew in even shakier, shallow breaths. You didn't need to inspect the injury to know that whatever they had shot at you was not a regular laser beam; it was something entirely different, and you could feel it crawling its way all through your body.

Grinding your teeth, you pressed one open palm to the ground and pushed yourself up, taking a deep breath before spinning around and dropping the masked assailants with shots to the head.

You watched their bodies fall to the ground, and your own body fell back, resting on the crates. The depth of your breathing was getting shallower with each moment that passed and you closed your eyes, focusing on regulating your breathing.

"(Y/KJ/N)!"

The sound of Ghoul's voice yelling out to you made your eyes open and forced your legs to start moving; you ran as fast as you could to get to your friends. When you reached them, all four were gathered by the exit, bodies littered on the floor around them.

"You good?" Kobra checked on you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

Even that slight physical contact let out a surge of pain in your body, and you bit your lip to keep from crying out; you didn't want any of them to know that you were hurt. At least not until you were able to find a way to fix yourself.

"Yeah," you nodded, giving Kobra a small smile before starting for the exit, "Let's go."

Soldiering on as best as you could, you followed the other Killjoys on the way back to the van, clamouring over boulders and twisting down dusty paths. You struggled to keep up with their pace; the gnawing pain in your abdomen grew harsher with each time your feet hit the ground.

You took one turn too sharply, brushing against the coarse surface of one particularly hard boulder, and that was when your knees gave out.

A strangled cry jumped out of your throat as your body fell to the rough gravel below, writhing in pain. The others stopped immediately, yelling out in panic and all rushing to your side.

You were in too much pain to speak and answer them when they asked what was wrong, so Kobra made haste of checking your body for injuries, eventually discovering the wound just above your hip.

He tried to keep a straight face so as not to alarm you, but the sight he was met with as he peeled back your gear and exposed your skin was not at all a pretty one. The wound was gaping, almost black in colour, and the rest of your skin wasn't in much better shape.

The black was branching out from the wound, crawling its way all over your body in a vein-like manner, and infecting your bloodstream as it went along. He watched it for a moment as it moved up even further, crawling at a rapid rate.

He'd seen this type of shot once before, and that's how he knew that there was nothing he – or anyone else – could do to save you.

Of course, he didn't want to tell you this, so he proceeded to try and soothe you. While he did so, Party Poison and Jet Star ran on, saying that they would get the van and bring it back so that you could be carried onto the vehicle. Fun Ghoul stayed with you and Kobra Kid, keeping watch in case any more enemies showed up.

"Shh," Kobra whispered, placing your head in his lap and rubbing your hair soothingly, "You're gonna be okay."

Another pain-induced groan was the response he got. It destroyed him to see you in such a dire state, minutes away from death; with no way he could help you. And he blamed himself – he never should have left you.

"You're okay, (Y/N)," he murmured against your forehead after he'd leaned down to kiss it, "You're okay."

"I'm dying."

"No," he was quick to argue, shaking his head, "No, you're not. Don't say that. We're gonna get you better, alright?"

A weak chuckle slipped past your paling lips as you turned your head to look at him. "You called me '(Y/N)'," you pointed out; he swallowed harshly, "Real names are reserved for deaths, weddings and births. And since I'm not in labour, and I don't see an official here to marry us... that leaves us with door number one."

Tears welled up in Kobra's eyes as he noticed that the infection had now worked its way up to your neck, and his voice cracked as he spoke to you. "I'm so sorry. I should've been there to help you. I should've-"

It was your turn to shush him now; you raised one hand and ran it along his face. Then, with your dying breath, you muttered one last sentence. "I'd die a million times over if it meant you get to live."

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Thank you for reading x