Dangerous Fellows Oneshots

Zion x Reader

A/N: We're back in the apocalypse btw. Ok, that's about it. Have fun!
⚠️SWEAR WARNING⚠️
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(2nd POV)
After a long day of fighting with Scarlett, you stood alone in the classroom. Zion was the last to leave, after a failing attempt to calm Scarlett down. This had been the worst outbreak of hers you saw yet. She even dared to talk about how your parents were probably goners, which was taking it too far across the line.

Sometime during the fight, after she passed that boundary, your ears went into static, blocking her out. You lowered your head so that she couldn't see your eyes, clenched your fists, and just stood there shaking. Zion could tell you were about to lose it, so he told everyone else in the classroom to get lost, and forcefully took Scarlett back to her room.

You could hear her and Zion yelling at eachother in the distance, but that only made this anger build up even further. Soon, you reached your breakpoint and punched the wall in front of you, over, and over, and over again. After a lot of punches, your knuckles were bloody, and you left your fist up on the wall so that you could lean towards it for support, laying your head against the wall in between your arms. You start to cry, from the frustration that you couldn't defend yourself against Scarlett. That Zion always has to take her out, and argue just as they are now.

After a short amount of sobbing, you hear footsteps coming back to the classroom, from the direction of Scarlett's room. You don't lift your head, because, you know, if you can't see them, they can't see you, right?

"Hey... Y/N?- What the hell!! Y/N??" Zions voices echoed throughout the room.

You felt a pair of large, warm hands be placed around your waist. They spin you around and then force you up against the wall, as to get a good look of your face. The moment Zion realizes you were crying, his face immediately softens from something angry, to more of a sad frown. "Y/N...." Your eyes scan each others faces constantly, in an attempt to figure out the other's thought. Eventually, Zion's eyes wander down to your bloody knuckles, and his face becomes angry again, but not at you.

"Hell no." He says, picking you up by the waist. You're forced to lean on his shoulder, seeing as you're not nearly strong enough right now to push him away. "Zion-" You try to say some thing but... "Shut up Y/N. I'm not letting her do this to you." He sits you down on one of the desks and pulls out some bandages from his pockets, laying them down on the table, then kneeling down so that his head was level with your hands.

You stay silent as he takes your hands in his, enveloping them in the warmth. Butterflies form in your stomach from the way he just sits there and stares at your knuckles, almost like he's in a trance. Then he brings them up to his lips and gently kisses them, closing his eyes. Somehow, it doesn't sting, he's so gentle that your nerves didn't care, but his lips have a sort of red tint now from the blood. He looks up to you with glistening eyes, his guard is completely down right now, and it caught you by surprise.

Then, he looks back down and grabs the bandages, brushing against the side of your thigh. He squeezes your hands, one last time, almost as a symbol that he's still here for you, before he starts to wrap them up.  While he quickly wraps them, he seems focused or troubled, you can't really tell, but one things for sure: he's going to want to talk after this.

After he finally gets the last bandage wrapped around your left hand, he massages your palms with his thumbs. "Mm~" You let out a little hum to show him how good that feels, since your hands were aching pretty badly. He suddenly stands up, and grabs you again, but holds you bridal style this time. "You're coming with me." He says, looking down at you. You know he's not going to listen, however, so what's the point of arguing with that.

He then walks off, back to his room. He opens the door with his foot, throws you onto his bed , and turns back around to go close the door. You sit up and lean your back against the wall. Zion comes and sits next to you in the same way. You both just stay there, in a bit of awkward silence, until Zion speaks up.

"Don't let her do this to you," He starts saying, reaching for your hand. "I know how mad she gets you. How much of a real bitch she can be sometimes, but,  when you let her get to you like this, it also hurts me. It hurts me to see something so fucking beautiful get injured like this." He intertwines his finger with yours, making you feel safe as the love struck  sensation burns through your veins. You both turn to your sides, staring eachother deeply in the eyes. He starts to lean in, and so do you. "I hate seeing you like this..." he whispers, his warm breath caressing your lips.

Your lips, then, collide, and he wraps one arm around your waist, and the other supporting your head, pulling you as close to him as physically possible. You snake your arms around his neck, to return the favor, and you both think about how you never want to pull away. Not from this kiss, not from this moment, and not from one another, ever.