Charlize Theron Characters x Male Reader - One Shots

What The Hell? (Part.1)

The mission had seemed straightforward—a rescue operation to save a group of kidnapped girls from the clutches of terrorists. But from the moment they set foot in the bunker, something felt off. They could all sense it, a lingering haze of danger and uncertainty that filled the air.

Andy, Bookter, Joe, Nick, and Y/N were seasoned warriors, their immortality making them virtually invincible. Yet, deep within, they felt a growing unease as they navigated the maze-like corridors of the underground facility.

As they approached a dimly lit room, the team's instincts went on high alert. Without warning, a group of eight armed men appeared, two wielding pistols, and the rest clutching menacing machetes. The fight erupted, the clash of steel ringing through the air as the immortals showed the full extent of their skills and strength.

Fending off their attackers with precision and agility, the team fought side by side, each taking down their enemies one by one. The walls seemed to pulse with chaos and danger, unwilling to reveal the true purpose of their trapped souls.

Y/N, caught up in the tempest of battle, engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the last remaining adversary. As he believed victory was within reach, a sharp searing pain tore through his abdomen, accompanied by a deafening bang. Stumbling back, Y/N's world blurred, pain consuming his senses.

The team quickly descended upon Y/N, their eyes widening in shock and concern. Andy, the first to reach him, knelt by his side, confusion etched across her face. "Y/N, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice filled with worry.

Gasping for breath, Y/N tried to speak through the agony coursing through his body. "I... I don't know," he managed to choke out, feeling his strength rapidly fading. Blood pooled around him, staining the ground in a grim tableau.

As Andy examined his wound, a wave of panic set in for both of them. The harsh realization hit that his immortality had failed him. Y/N's pain intensified, his body convulsing with every attempt to move. Fear and despair crept into his eyes, mirroring the anguish in Andy's own gaze.

In a desperate attempt to control the situation, Andy called upon their teammates for assistance. They rushed over, each of them horrified by Y/N's condition. "Hold him down, don't let him move," Andy instructed, her voice trembling with fear and determination.

Feeling his body restrained, unable to escape the relentless waves of agony, panic threatened to overtake Y/N. His wild breaths echoed through the room as he desperately fought against the pain, his mind racing with thoughts of mortality.

Andy, her voice steady but filled with resolve, leaned in close to Y/N, her touch gentle yet commanding. "Y/N, listen to me," she murmured, her eyes locking with his. "We're going to find a way to save you. We won't let you go."

The reassurance in Andy's words momentarily calmed the storm raging inside Y/N. He clung to her strength and unwavering belief, sensing that she would do whatever it took to keep her promise of always being there for him.

As Booker returned with an aid kit, every movement to patch the wound was a journey through excruciating pain. Each touch felt both comforting and agonizing, the realization sinking deeper that this may be a wound that transcended their immortality.

The minutes crawled by agonizingly slow as Andy worked on stabilizing Y/N's wound. His labored breaths echoed in the tense silence, only interrupted by an occasional whimper of pain.

Andy's hands moved deftly but her usual calm had been shaken. A single mistake could cost Y/N his life, and the weight of that responsibility weighed heavy on her brow.

"Talk to me, boss," Y/N rasped, grasping her wrist with eerie calm. "Distract me from the fire in my fucking gut."

She swallowed hard, meeting his feverish gaze. "You've survived far worse than this, my love. A little bullet won't take you down." But her attempt at levity fell flat, fear seeping into her tone.

Tears slipped down Y/N's cheeks as he finally spoke the words that weighed on his soul. "I'm scared, Andy. Scared of dying, of the unknown," he whispered, the vulnerability in his voice trembling.

Andy's own tears welled up, threatening to spill over, but she fought to control her emotions. With a trembling voice, her words laden with love, she vowed, "You are not alone in this, Y/N. We will face whatever comes together. I will be by your side, always."

Booker laid a steadying hand on her shoulder. "We'll get to the bottom of who's behind this. No one threatens our family and lives to tell about it."

A steely glint entered Andy's eyes, though her hands remained gentle. "You hear that, babe? I'll tear this place apart brick by brick to find the prick that did this to you, to us."

Y/N nodded weakly, wanting to believe yet feeling his weakened body. His body shuddered involuntarily, waves of agony assaulting his senses.

Joe knelt beside him, brow knit with concern. "Stay with us, brother. Tell us of happier times - of the lives we've lived, the loves we've known."

As Y/N spun tales of eras past in a trembling voice, Nicky prayed quietly beside them. A healer at heart, he wished only to ease their suffering.

When the dressing was complete, Y/N lay back limply, tears streaming freely now. Andy cradled his head in her lap, stroking his hair as one would a child's.

"Rest now, my heart," she whispered, placing a tender kiss to his damp brow. "You are not alone. I will be your strength until the end."

 The despair that threatened to consume him began to wane, as the unwavering support of his chosen family encircled him.