What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 21|| The End- Dorbyn

Summary: Corbyn and Daniel have a heart to heart as they die side by side

Daniel's POV
" So... guess this is it, huh?" The bitter rumble of Corbyn's laugh left his tastebuds burning.

" You really don't think we can get out?" My gaze drifting to him. The pulsing pain of my legs spreading, gnawing at the nerves closest. Starting at my waist and slowly creeping up.

" You can't walk and our only ways out are blocked," Corbyn's frozen blue studying the flickering dance of the steadily approaching flames. What little of the Sun able to peek through the blocked window drowned out in the red-orange sea. The fallen slabs of the collapsed doorway relaxing with creaking groans," it would take a fucking miracle."

" You don't believe in miracles?" My ocean gems returning to the ceiling, the dull ache nipping at the back of the balls. Demanding they be shut.

" Why give myself false hope?" His gaze somehow cold despite it all.

I breathed out a laugh, straining my lungs to release the empty noise. Lids spreading slightly," when did you become a pessimist, Bean?"

" When I heard the hallway cave in and the roof collapsed."

" Touche," finally, I obeyed my body. Allowing my throbbing eyes to close," are you ready to die?"

" What do you mean?" The quiet hums of his shuffling almost completely inaudible with the crackle of burning wood. Corbyn trying, and ultimately failing, to get comfortable.

" Are you happy with what your life was? Are you ready to say goodbye?"

" Hell no," the immediate response bringing a broken smile to my face. And I imagine his too," there was so much I wanted to do. I mean, we got to see the world, so I can't really complain about that, but... I wanted to get married one day. Maybe have some kids, a dog. I... I wanted cry at graduations, or their first day of school. I w-wanted to throw birthday parties and give dating advice. I... I wanted to fall in love, Dani. I wanted someone I could hold close at night and drink tea with in the morning. I... I-I just... I don't know," sigh shakey from inhaled smoke. The crisp scent of ash lingering on his breath.

" What would your husband be like?"

I could sense the adoring warmth in his smile, feel it in his chuckle. He had never truly come out to me," amazing. He would be sincere and kind. He would be selfless, but not to the point of being self-destructive. He would be nice to everyone, but only really love a few. He would be understanding. He wouldn't force me to tell him anything, even if he already knew. He holds me when I'm scared. And tells me he's right there, always right there. He has the voice of a fucking angle and he'll sing to me. All night, even when he's tired," I was unable to stop the slow curving of my lips with each word spoken. I couldn't help, but draw comparisons. I couldn't help, but think of the night before. Of the things we had said. Of the warmth he left in my chest.

" You're fucking with me, right?" My gleaming jewels meeting his. He only smiled at me. The gesture soft, dripping with affection.

" What would you have done? If we lived in a perfect world."

" I would've told you the truth last night," my gaze never leaving his," I wouldn't have gotten scared. I would've told you and you would've been mine. I would get to kiss you and hold you. I would get jealous of other boys and we could've fantasized about what our kids would've looked like. I would've become some famous producer after the band and helped you and the boys make music if you still wanted too. I would've gotten to propose to you and we would've lived happily ever after," I adored watching the sparkle of his eyes. The way they twinkled with all the stars of the night sky. Even if the flames left his beautiful blue red. Even if it hurt to see.

" What would you have told me last night?" His grin becoming teasing, fangs digging into his plump lip.

" That I love you. I've loved you for so long," I chose not to mention the shrinking space between us. I couldn't move after all, and who was I to complain if Corbyn wanted me close.

He radiated warmth. Though it was nothing like that of the blazing flames. It made my blood bubble. The pleasant tickle comforting. In those few seconds, I had grown to adore the feeling," what would you have said if I did?" The tiny blisters along his plush skin left his cheek rough. My thumb tracing the tiny dips and shallow valleys. His flesh left boiling with searing sweat. Flushed with what I could only assume was pain. My body had grown numb to my own a while ago.

" That I love you too. That I would give the world to be your's," his lips were somehow cool. They were plump and soft, and cool. They felt refreshing against my own. The feeling left me drunk. I wanted more. I needed more. So I poured my all into that kiss. Into him. All in the hopes that he wouldn't pull away.

" I don't wanna die, Dani," words whispered into my mouth. The sudden moisture of his face wasn't sweat, I knew that.

" Neither do I, but we don't get much of a choice do we?" My thumbs ghosting along what I assumed to be the trails of his tears. Wiping them away gently, leaning my forehead against his burning one.

" The boys are gonna be so sad. We didn't even get to say goodbye."

It became difficult to sense his warmth beside me. Even as my thumb traced his face, even as I pressed to him. I couldn't feel him. It seemed as if the flames were residing. Retreating back from us. I couldn't feel them anymore. Maybe they were really gone.

" Shhh," my coo quiet, focusing on him. Only him. Ignoring way my world began to go black. The way my eyes ached. Ignoring all, but the hurt blonde before me. Nothing else mattered right now," they know we love them. Those idiots better, we say it every damn day," Corbyn's fading laugh drawing a purr from me.

" I love you, baby," the words barely making it pass my lips. Corbyn holding me tighter. He knew. He had too," I wish... I-I wish I had told you sooner."

I couldn't feel his head shake against my own," you have nothing to be sorry for. Just knowing you love me is enough. I love you, too, Daniel. I love you so much," he kissed me again. Much, much softer this time. That was the only thing I felt. The euphoric buzz of his lips. I smiled at him. It was dopey and drowsy, probably lovesick, but I knew he loved it.

My muscles going slack around my bones. Leaning heavily into him. I hated knowing he would suffer. I hated that he would be hurting long after I died. Knowing that he would sit here and cry. That he would be alone. In that moment I knew I would give anything if it just meant he would die.

The roof whined above our heads. Boards crying out as they were splint in two. Showering us in a flurry of splinters and embers. The dancing embers fading along with the screaming boards. And it made me smile. I smiled because I knew it would give out above us.

Because I knew he would die.

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Author's Note: And with four updates in the same night, that's the end of No Smiles November. I definitely enjoyed getting all my sadder ideas written and am excited to finish the year off right. See you guys on Sunday!