A ~wonderful~ request for an angsty, fluffy Sophitz oneshot has been made, courtesy of fandom's @JaxTheShade

So, you know, blame him

And um... Trigger warning: D//th, bl//d, gr//f, b/ttles

So here we go

"Fitz." Sophie's hand was shaking, but she forced herself to keep it in the air. He was right there-

"It's no use, I'm afraid." The voice came from all around them, echoing off the ruins. It was cold as ice and jagged with malice, and Sophie's hand lowered in fear before she remembered to keep it up. "It might be better to give up, little moonlark. He might even live. No promises for you, but isn't that what you wanted? To sacrifice yourself for him... to be a hero..."

A strangled sob forced its way out of Sophie's throat, and the voice laughed.

"Show yourself!" Sophie shouted, keeping a wary eye on Fitz, who was still pointing the throwing star at her. His hands were shaking slightly, and Sophie had to believe he still had a little control.

"I think not. It's much easier to just let you two fight." With that, Fitz charged at Sophie, and she gasped, quickly ducking under the throwing star aimed at her head.

His face was tense with horror, and she knew that even if his body wasn't his to control, his mind was still wrestling for dominance from the headpiece strapped over his brown hair.

But he was losing, and his leg swept under Sophie's feet, tripping her. She stumbled forward, stopping herself just before she fell into his arms.

"Fitz," she tried desperately. "Fight it. Please."

"I'm trying," he gritted out, swinging his throwing star at her heart. She leaped back, not willing to fight back and hurt him.

Soon, he was on the offensive, punching and throwing and slashing as she ducked and weaved and backed away. Until her back pressed into a ruined wall, and he advanced, terror twisting his handsome features.

"I- can't-" his arm leaped forward and sliced a gash in her arm, and she screamed. Tears ran down her face from a mixture of the pain and the look on Fitz's face as he drew back his shaking hand, blood dripping on the throwing star as he stabbed it into her stomach.

...

"No no no no," Fitz muttered over and over, horror coating his every movement as he covered her wounds with shaking hands, trying to hold in the blood that pumped out of her.

The voice- Gisela, most likely- was gone, and the control over his mind had faded as well. 

He'd simply woken up collapsed on the ground, and saw Sophie lying on the ground, blood pumping out of her stomach and arm.

His fault. His mistake. His weakness.

What had he done?

He didn't stop to wonder why Gisela had left, devoting all of his energy to Sophie. His gaze was drawn to the panic switch on her finger- his own had been taken- and he pressed the button with shaky fingers, telling Dex what had happened.

"Stay with me, Soph," he murmured, even though her eyes were closed.

He knew it was his fault, and that he was shaking from a mixture of shock, fear, and guilt. But right now, he had to focus on Sophie, because if he let his mind break she would have no chance.

She coughed, and blood appeared on her lips. Her eyes cracked open, and she looked blearily up at him, a smile playing on her lips before it disappeared.

"Sophie," he said frantically. "Stay- stay awake. Stay here. With- with me." His voice cracked on the last word.

"You're back." Her voice was barely a whisper,  and Fitz pressed a kiss to her forehead as he leaned closer.

"Yeah," he choked out. "Just in time to- to-"

"This isn't your fault, love," Sophie tried, a cough rattling her throat as pain flashed across her face.

"Yes, it is," Fitz said quietly.

"No, it-" her face twisted with pain, and he let tears escape his eyes. "Fitz. I think I'm... not gonna make it."

"No. You have to," Fitz told her, fear gripping his lungs until he could hardly breathe. "Please, I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Sorry, love." Her eyes closed slowly before opening a crack again. She coughed again, her face lit up with fear. "I'm scared, Fitz," she said, reaching up with a trembling hand before giving up and letting it fall back down. "I wanted more... time. With you."

"I did, too," Fitz blinked away his tears, but they just kept coming, blurring his vision and shaking his voice.

"Tell everyone..." her voice trailed off as if she was searching for the words, and he nodded, understanding without saying.

"Okay."

She smiled, although even that small movement was laced with agony.

"You're going to live."

"I think we both know that's not true," Sophie said calmly. Even though Fitz knew she was terrified at the thought. Even though they were too young, so young.

Far too young to die.

"I love you, Sophie," Fitz said desperately. As if he could keep her alive simply by force of will. As if his love could stop her eyes from dimming, and speed up her slowing heart.

"Love you too, Fitz," she responded, her breaths slowing.

He kissed her one last time as her heartbeat stopped and her brown eyes faded into gray.

...

Sometimes, the nightmares were too much.

Sometimes, the screams still rang in his ears.

Sometimes, he still felt the slippery feeling of blood beneath his hands, the slow pulsing of her heart as it faded away.

Sometimes, he still saw the light in her eyes grow faint before disappearing entirely.

Sometimes, he woke up and reached for the other side of the bed before remembering it was empty.

Maybe he shouldn't still be bothering by the dying shouts, the clash of armies. Maybe he should have gotten over it by now.

Maybe something was wrong with him.

(But it was his fault, he knew; his fault she'd died, his weak mind, his inability to save her)

They told him he needed to let go; to move on. To heal.

But healing was far away yet, because the nightmares still took over his dreams.

But he wanted- needed- the nightmares, because it was the only way to see her.

The blood and the fading heartbeat and the dimming eyes and the cold side of the bed that he imagined still smelled like her (certainly not after all this time) were the last remnants he had left of her, and he wasn't ready to let go.

*cough*

...I'm sorry.

Another one of those, I'm afraid-

This was... the first Fitzphie I write in a while and... well...

Anyway-

So there was that

Anyone have any requests for me? I'm bored-