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Diego Hargreeves x Fem!reader

A/N- I’m sorry if theirs some misspelling I literally just finished this and wanted to release it right away to post a request today. ALSO, I combined the two requests because they were about the same, hope you all don’t mind :)

Requested by anon “Are you still taking requests? If so, could you maybe do a reader x Diego one, where reader is dying and is just trying to hang on long enough for Diego to reach them so they can say goodbye?” (And since they’re like the same request I decided to add both together, hope you all don’t mind :) “I was wondering, if you're still taking requests, if you'd maybe do a Diego x Reader, where the reader gets put in danger because of Diego's vigilantism, and they almost die/do die?”

Warning- ANGST, violence, use of some derogatory names (swearing), light fluff and just pure sadness (you guys asked for it :/) talks of blood.

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‘Meet me tomorrow at our usual spot, at our usual time.’

Staring at the note in your hand and then at your watch one last time you ball the paper in your hand and shove it in your pocket, putting down what could be your hundredth cup of tea ever since you entered the damned place to wait for the boyfriend you had that was never in time.

Usually you forgave thirty minutes because you knew that his “line of work” held him up most of the time but taking two hours was unlike him. There could be the chance he was on his way. But he did state that today he wasn’t going to be held up by usual activities. Maybe—no.

Maybe you were just an idiot waiting for someone who had forgotten and just left you here. Hmph.

Pushing your chair back you stand from it and finally choose to leave, walking out into the cold with your arms crossed on your chest and an angry scowl twisted onto your features, cursing Diego under your breath and going clueless at the fact that someone had begun to follow after you, that more than one person had began to trial you. Feeling almost a steam of smoke come out of your ears and rise from your head at how angry you currently were at Diego, at how he didn’t even try and call to say he was not going to come at all. He just left you alone without a word.

“Hey, care to spare some change for a hungry woman.” An older woman suddenly said from her spot on the ground, making you lose your train of thought to stop and look at the tin can she had raised your way. A sunken look featured on her face and an exhausted smile on her face.

You nod and try to copy her smile, but yours is more feigned than her was, regardless you grab your bag and zip it open to take out what she requested, reaching your hand to drop it, but before the dollar bill could drop on the can, a wet cloth went over your mouth and arms wrapped around your neck. The sudden feeling surprised you causing a late reaction that cost your body to give in to the sudden darkness your unconsciousness brought. Managing only soft groan before nothing.

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(Previous day)

“You’re finally on time today, what a lovely surprise.” You say with a grin, turning around to walk back to your couch, plopping yourself back on the comforts of your spot before grabbing the bag of snacks from the coffee table.

Diego takes his shoes off and throws them to the side, removing his jacket and lazily putting it on the coat hanger by the door before rushing to jump on the empty seat next to you, showing you a smile before laying down to rest his head on your lap—“I had to make an exception for you.”

You chuckle, “so you let yourself have a night off from being a vigilante? Did you tell the criminals. ‘Hey! Not today, I’m busy, but we can proceed tomorrow.”

Diego’s shoots you pointed look, his smile contrasting the annoyance he was trying to show off; “exactly. But actually tomorrow I plan to have a day off too.”

“Oh?” You ríase your eyebrow and shoot him a questioning look as you grab a snack from the bag and put it in your mouth, “what’s the occasion?”

“You.”

You laugh and shake your head, swallowing down your food before replying, “really? Taking a night off from being Batman to be with me?”

“Always.” He lifts his hand and takes yours to place a folded piece of paper on your palm, “I thought I wasn’t going to make it in time today so I planned leaving a note, but here we are and I didn’t want to let a good written note go to waste.”

Letting out an amused huff of air you unfold the paper and read the words, ‘Meet me tomorrow at our usual spot, at our usual time.’

“Ah, my boyfriend the poet, your words are so moving and kind. This note is going to make me cry.” Regardless of your teasing you lean down and press a kiss on his forehead, receiving a brighter smile from said man.

“I knew you’d like it.” He joked, his eyes widening as if he had seen something utterly terrifying. He sat up quickly and shoving his hands into his pocket, a relief sigh leaving his lips as he seemed to be content with what he found.

“You lose something, knife boy?”

He shook his head and just smirked, “I-I just thought I had lost my keys that’s all.” He moved back to rest on his previous position before taking your hand in his once more to interlace it with his.

You blink, “I thought you were going after that one gang the police still couldn’t track down?”

“Yeah,” he agrees, “but like I said just you and me tomorrow. If you’re up for it of course?”

You grin and lean down to press a kiss on his lips this time before whispering softly, “of course.”

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Your eyes flutter open and the moment your vision clears you’re welcomed by bright and harsh lights that hang from above; you groan and lull your head to the side, noticing people behind a window, seeming to be arguing amongst themselves until the same woman from before notices you awake and stops them to come out of their office.

“Well, well,” one of them taunts while he moves towards you, his hands going to his hips before he crouch’s down to be on your level before you. “If it isn’t Hargreeves favorite girl.”

“Why are you surprised if you're the ones that took me.” You snap back. “I’m not even going to bother asking where I am, cause you’re not going to tell me. Typical.”

The man with the deep grey eyes shoots you a glare before a cruel smile curls onto his lips, “such a smart girl, no wonder our hero likes you so much.” He stands up and walks over to a table by the window, picking up a phone to press a couple buttons before putting it up to his ear. “It’s okay, you can lead him over here now, we have his girl.” His eyes never leave from your sitting figure as he finishes talking, setting down the phone whilst he leaned on the table. “I will tell you why you’re here though, just so you know why to blame your cop wanna be boyfriend.”

You huff and try to move your arms as the raspy material around your wrists seems to feel loose.

“Your boy has gotten too far up in our business and I don’t like it.” He seethed.

Your eyebrows furrow and a taunting and dangerous smirk tugs at the corner of your lips, “maybe you should be better at hiding then.” The man’s hand instantly slams the on the top of the wooden table while his other one goes to the gun holstered at his side. Ripping it out and shooting in a blink of an eye to the cement floor, the sound echoing the white room that seemed to be a warehouse of some kind.

“You better shut your mouth you little bitch, you might think this is a game but trust me it isn’t. Your stupid boyfriend is going to pay for shoving his nose in what doesn’t concern him.”

You swallow thickly and let your head drop while also still squirming your hands around to loosen the restraints around your wrists. Hearing but ignoring the footsteps approaching you until the same lady from before yanked your head up by your hair and made you look into her green eyes. “While we wait for precious number two, why don’t we make him a nice film.” She tilts your head down to make you look straight forward at a camera some other goon was positioning a few feet before you, his finger moving inches from the lens to press a button that made a red light go off.

“Okay.” The lady begins loudly, flipping her dark black her back to smile at the camera and pull a small silver knife out of her pocket. A knife you recognized as Diego’s; “I’ve grown tired of you coming in my business, number two. I’ve warned you time after time and you just don’t seem to get a hint!” She snickers and moves the knife to your face, straightening your head as you begin to move it away. “I didn’t want to do this, but you’ve left me no choice….” she pauses and then looks at you, shooting you a wicked smile before she presses the sharp blade to the side of your head just above the tip of your ear and slowly slides the blade down to the tip of your cheekbone. Creating a gash that made you let out a pained cry that made tears roll doesn’t down your cheeks.

“Ahhh!”

The woman chuckles and offers you a feigned sympathetic look, “Just one more.”

You try to squirm away, panting quietly as you try to move your restrained hands faster, having your efforts slow the moment she moves the blade to the other side of your face to press the tip of the blade on the top of your eyebrow and slid it down a couple inches to make a small slit. This cut wasn’t as painful but it still made your eyes shut firmly and more tears to roll down, making the woman smile and finally pull away, dropping your head to let it hang as she moved to the camera to speak words you didn’t catch as you felt the restraints fall off your wrists. Making a proud smile grow on your features before you jumped to your feet, ignoring the pain on your face and lifting the chair to throw it at the woman.

The men around instantly pulled out their guns at the sound of her yelp, but she signaled them to stay put, all of them not hesitating to do so—Noticing that slight fact you stride towards her and in a hasty move reach for the gun in her holster, finding to have trouble as her hands fell on yours to begin to fight for the hold, in that moment dropping the knife that was in her hand. Your eyes widen as the knife clinks on the ground, letting go of the gun to quickly pick up the object, noticing from the corner of your eye that she was quick to put up a fight by kicking you down.

“Ahh, fuck!” Your jaw drops to let out a couple of pained grunts, trying to shove the pain aside to slide your hand over to the blade, feeling in a matter of seconds her boot stomp on your hand. “You stupid bitch!” Using your other hand you grab her leg and yank her down, the move making her back land on your hand, but also making it easier for you to snatch the knife.

Just as you’re about to stab her arm, she rolls over to climb on top of you, beginning to wrestle for the object in hand, neither of you gaining the upper hand while also multitasking and reaching for her gun—“fuck you!” You growl, throwing your head forward and hitting her forehead hard, making her slightly fumble back but not removing her hands from either object and instead pulling out the gun the same time you did.

The woman smiles and digs her knee into your stomach, making you yell in pain and unintentionally losing your grip on the knife. Allowing her to swing her hand to the side and cut your cheek, making you let out another pained yelp.

You wanted to react more and just stop but you knew you couldn’t, you had to keep fighting. So you did; just as she thought she was going to win the gun, you got ahold of it first and swung it across her face, making her roll off your body and groan loudly, her hand flying to her wounded area—using her distraction you crawled to be above her head to lift it and threaten her with the gun in front of her goons, but as you tried she threw her hand back and the blade in hand Impaled your stomach. Instantly making your movements freeze and for the weapon in your hand to drop to the ground.

Your hands go to your new wound and the woman presses the knife deeper into your flesh, making you cry out and collapse to the floor, gasping softly for air to hit your lungs.

The woman's footsteps are heard walking beside you, her evil green eyes blinking and her head tilting to the side before a cold smile grows on her face. “Well, I was only planning to maybe let you live and just have some fun with you, but I like this outcome better. Shows a stronger message, don’t you think?”

You glare up at her and just spit in her face, earning feigned chuckle from her before she crouched down and stabbed the blade in you one more time, moving her head so her lips were by your ear to whisper. “If you see Diego, tell him that I don’t want to see him anymore, get it, honey?”

You tilt your head away and just ignore her, hearing her chuckle one last time before she stands up and orders her people to move out, leaving you spread on the floor with thick crimson red blood pooling around you. Feeling your heart beat slower and slower inside your chest, hearing your breathing begin to sound shallow and slow. Noticing your eyes are quick to get heavy.

Time was coming to an end, that much you figured out, unless someone just magically appeared and brought a couple doctors with them—it was wishful thinking, but you still hoped, somewhat. Even if you felt everything begin to numb to the point you couldn’t feel anything you held hope, perhaps not for the magical doctors, but for Diego. To at least see him once more before everything faded into internal darkness.

They did say to lead him here after all, so that wish wasn’t so far stretched as the other….right?—A violent cough suddenly escaped you, making you roll to your side to spit out the warm metallic liquid that rose up in your lungs. Noticing more blood stain the grey floors and spill all over your hands. Great—you fall back down on your back and take in a shaky breath, feeling warm tears roll down your cheek and hearing the door slam open.

Footsteps rush forward and come to a stop—now you would have tried to see who it was but even thinking of the effort was too hard, everything was beginning to feel hard, even breathing. So you instar you waited and heard as the mysterious newcomer stood frozen for a moment until you hear their loud footsteps rush forward, stopping once more but this time letting out a gasp and running towards you.

You blink to look at the feeling of someone fall to your side, instantly seeing the familiar face of Diego, his eyes already clouded with tears.

“I’m here. I’m here.” Without waiting more, his hands looped under your head and under your shoulders, lifting you up so you could rest in his arms. “I-I’ve got t-t-this, I can-can take you so th-th-th-they can help you. I-I’ve got you. I can-can help.”

You smile softly and reach to cup his cheek, wiping the tears off his cheeks and whispering to him, “no, it’s okay, I got to see you, just don’t leave me, okay?”

Diego shook his head and exhaled shakily, moving one blood covered hand to cradle your cheek, “no. No. P-p-please no.” He swallowed thickly and rested his forehead on yours, “I’m go-go-go-going to save you. Hold…...on.”

“Diego...please.” You cry softly, shaking your head to put down his suggestion, knowing and feeling that it was a matter of seconds now. “I love you, so much.”

Diego let out a sob and cradled your body closer to his, leaving a wet but soft kiss on your lips before stuttering out his reply. “I-I….I love you.”

You grin and keep your eyes on him as your vision begins to dim, feeling your hand slowly slide off his cheek, and feeling your breath slow down until you fall into a peaceful and internal darkness….

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