Call of oneshots

Nikto x Reader

I wont go anywhere
Warning : blood, ptsd, holes, scars, gore overall
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Y/N sat in bed, watching the sun go down. Her entire left arm was bandaged after surgery to take out 3 stray bullets that impacted her.

Her lower stomach was cut, bruised and beaten. A hostage, she was. Never again will she ever look at herself the same. A strong woman, who fought through early hardships to serve, only to get kidnapped and held hostage.

Everything flooded like a tidal wave, knocking her fiercely in her memories. She opened and closed her palms, eyeing them hard. Her fingers gripped at her arms flesh and bandage, ripping them off.

She whined and cried to herself, tears slipping down and wetting the covers she relaxed in. Her eyes shut, burning up with tears coming down. Her injured arm stang, burning aswell.

"I killed th-..i killed those people." Y/N repeatedly told herself. She sniffed harshly, violently rubbing her nose in an attempt to thwart the tears and other liquids coming out.

She wiped her face with her good arm, opening her eyes to a bloody mess on her blankets. Her bandage had come undone, revealing some punctures, and scars that left unhealed.

She heard her door open, knowing it could only be one other person that had a key, Nikto. Her closest ally that she kept close at all times when needed and even wanted.

Y/Ns eyes widened in shock, its a bloody mess in her bedroom. She cried out again, crying his name this time.

"..Nikto?" Her voice trembled, hearing footsteps stop at her bedroom door.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" He opened the door, his eyes widening in shock at the scene. Holes in Y/Ns arm, scars that reopened, and her face doused in tears.

He didnt even account for the bloody blankets.

He ran over to her side, grabbing Bandages and gauze from his toolbelt on his waistband. He quickly and quietly applied necessary items to tend her wounds, grasping lightly at her shoulders.

"..d'you..want to talk about it?" Nikto held her hands in his gloved ones, softly tracing circles in them with his thumbs.

"Im not sure if i can even explain." Y/N admitted. She hung her head low, looking up every now and then. Niktos hands were much bigger than hers, his thumb tracing bringing her peace.

"Thank you." He spoke.

"For..for what?" She smiled weakly.

"Being my friend. My ally," he huffed, continuing.

"For being You, Y/N." He wore a loose cloth as a face covering, but his smile still felt so real.

"You are strong. I will always be..here for you." He looked at her in the eyes, gently trailing his arms around her.

"If i had gotten there on time you wouldnt have gotten this hurt..it hurts to see you hurt." Nikto muttered.

"Its all gone..in the past now, nikto. Lets focus on now..lets focus on us."

Y/N gulped, her vision blurred, her heart beated ten times faster than it shouldve. She gently cupped his face, with a closed eye smile.

"..i..i love you." He grasped onto her tighter, embarrassed but proud of himself.

"I love you too.." she brought him to lay down on the bed next to her, calmly. Her eyes drooped, signaling her tiredness.

"Get some sleep. I wont go anywhere."

She dozed off within seconds, cuddling up to him closer for warmth. He allowed it, seeing as she was sleeping anyway. He rested his head on a pillow, hugging her close to his side.