I didnt get to see project hail mary because of period cramps so i projected it onto ryland grace. Then i watched the movie and felt bad so i gave him a heating pad
One of the reasons people headcanon Grace as aromantic is the unfortunately realistic scene where they go "you don't have a family or a loved one" as if that's enough of a justification to send him on a suicide mission. As if not having a family makes Grace inherently less valuable and means he should be more willing to sacrifice himself for the greater good.
Grace wasn't sad and lonely, he was happy, he had a good life, he very much did not want to die. They have to do a looney tunes chase sequence and drug him because Grace was *very* unwilling to be the sacrificial lamb. Humanity's savior was dragged kicking and screaming into the role and called selfish for daring to be a coward, as if most of us wouldn't be.
And then he befriends Rocky, who never demands a sacrifice from him, who willingly prolongs his journey home so Grace can go back to his. Rocky has a mate back home and his species depends on his return, and still risks his life to save his squishy human friend. And Grace returns the favor.
And thus the power of friendship saves two planets.
in a world where grace eventually goes back to earth when erid is ready to make full contact. he's officially an eridian and earth dual citizen and is a physically very old man. it's also been a lot of earth years since he was here, especially due to time dilation. he comes off the eridian lander in a hoverchair accompanied by rocky in his little xenonite suit and is like wow, fresh air. rocky isn't it so beautiful here. rocky this is the ground i used to walk on. rocky this is the food i used to eat. rocky these are the people you helped me save. amaze amaze amaze.
and his speech has taken on eridian habits from years of only really communicating in eridian: he drops and raises octaves to show emotion, he's speaks melodically and with a rythmn that pings as music when you first hear it. his creaky old man voice is that of somebody who has spent their whole life singing, somebody who speaks for a living, because he's both of those things. his syntax is strange and his sentences are structured oddly. he looks around at everything with the delight and wonder of somebody who thought he'd never see any of this again.
he watches a sunset. he watches the rain fall. he watches a spider spin a web. he watches a waterfall. he smells and tastes and feels and sees and hears all of the things he left behind. he misses his home on erid. he's never been happier to be anywhere in his life. it's strange. rocky, it's strange. this isn't home, anymore. but it's still part of me. rocky, it's strange.
there's a statue of him in every major city he visits. he stands in front of the school he used to teach at, which was named after a dead president when he was here. now it's called ryland grace memorial middle school. it was named for him as the sun got brighter and the earth mourned his sacrifice yet again, but praised him for saving them. the lab he used to teach in, on the days he got to lead practical experiments, is named after rocky. rocky, it's for you! they love you, too! rocky, this sign is for you, it says your name!
eva stratt is an old woman, now. she was pardoned, in the end, in the wave of relief that followed the beatles' arrival with the taumeba. she's lived out the rest of her life quietly, ambition tamped down in the wake of it all. she's still sharp. harsh. she greets grace with an, "I told you so," but even after so many years, grace can see that she's glad to see him. glad he survived. glad he doesn't seem angry with her.
and it's not that grace has forgive her. he explains this to her over a cup of strong, black coffee. rocky explores the forest to give them time to speak. it's not that he forgives her. what she did, the decision she made for him, it wasn't right. it wasn't good. it saved the world, yes, but it wasn't fair. but. but, he says. i have a good life. i have friends. i have a classroom. i know now that you were wrong about me, back then. i am not a coward, and i am not selfish. i was afraid. i was terrified. i was lost. and now i am none of those things. i do not forgive you, but i am not angry with you, either. it is what it is. rocky and i, we saved two worlds. i can live with that, even if i don't forgive you. and eva stratt nods and understands. and they finish their coffee.
a handful of grace's students, the last class he taught before being wrapped up in the end of the world, they ask to see him. not all of them. some of them didn't make it through the disasters that came with the years long dimming. some of them never really believed that grace was the one who saved the world, falling into the rhetoric of those who say the whole thing was a hoax, and the weather patterns fixing themselves is just proof of it. but the ones who do come are surprised when grace remembers each of their names. remembers where they sat in his classroom, and the jokes they thought were funny and the jokes they thought were lame. they talk to him and he remembers throwing them beanbags in the end of the world and trying to make them laugh. when grace laughs at something rocky sings into the world, he's laughing through more than a few tears. he tells his students, the kids he saved the world for, that they've just been called leaky blobs by the other savior of the world.
when his students leave, grace sits in the setting sun, strong and warm, and looks out over the ocean. rocky, isn't it beautiful? rocky, don't you see? we made this possible, rocky. we saved them. we saved this. rocky, we did it.
and for maybe the first time since it all started, grace believes it. rocky, we did it. we did it. we saved them. we did it.
I just heard Project Hail Mary's genre coined as "Cosmic Hope" instead of cosmic horror, and I'm getting emotional all over again. I need to sit down. God do I love this story to bits.
the aroace read of ryland grace is so personal and haunting. "you don't even have a dog." was it not enough to love the world for the sake of living in it. was it not enough to live for the thrill of discovery. was it not enough to smile at your students. was it not enough to be afraid.
[ The Leader of the World has chosen you among the rubble to become their possession and eternal obsession. -> Manga Spoilers for Chapter 1179! ]
👁️| Your fate was sealed the moment the holy knights attacked your village. These cruel nobels burned your houses to ashes and left no one alive — except for a few poor souls who were thrown into cages and loaded up on their ships. Including you.
Inside those cages you huddled up to the other prisoners for warmth and a sliver of comfort. It was the only way to survive the starvation and rough sea shaking the ship around. Quietly, you all prayed together for a miracle to happen. Hoping for salvation that would never come, because no one knew you had been taken. There would be no rescue.
Upon your arrival in the Holy Land, you were separated from the rest of the people. You were washed and dressed in simple, but clean garments. These robes did not belong to a slave, that much was clear. But what purpose were you meant to serve to the Celestial Dragons if not hard labor? The question left you shivering.
👁️| On the next day you received your answer.
Two knights dressed in tall boots and black uniforms lead you through the gates of Pangea Castle. Once you had stepped inside, the red-haired man blindfolded you so you didn’t see the endless corridors you wandered through. How ridiculous, you wouldn’t have been able to remember the path even if they had allowed you to keep your sight.
After an eternity of struggling not to trip over the long, white robe you were forced to wear, the air around you shifted and you felt like you could breathe again for the first time since you were captured.
The man behind you slowly untied the blindfold, when the cloth slipped from your face and you saw the enormous garden sprawling out before your eyes, your breath hitched.
You were sure you hadn’t stepped outside and yet, the sunlight shining through the glassless windows and the gentle breeze letting the flowers dance between luscious grass tricked into believing you were back on your home island. Your time to marvel at the room was short lived, one of the knights hit your spine with the hilt of his blade to get you to move quicker.
Your feet moved slowly, as if your ankles were bound by heavy chains. To fear for your life when surrounded by such a beautiful scenery was otherworldly and strange. Death was supposed to be grim and dark, this was no place to bleed out and wither away.
A figure appeared. It stepped out from the shadows of the pillars holding up the impossibly high ceiling. At first, it was only a shape with a large crown on top of it. Then the mysterious being walked into the light and shed its skin- it was a terrifying sight. It tore the shadow from its body and left it lying on the ground.
"Great One," the red-haired knight spoke and knelt.
"We have brought you an offering," the other knight said and got onto his knees.
It was strange to see these nobles bow to anyone. Who was the one emerging from the shadows? A strong pull on your wrist forced you to kneel with them.
"Excellent," the figure spoke, its voice echoing through the entire room and leaving your entire body shaking. "Now leave, mu will claim them on thy own."
You kept your gaze fixated on the dirt beneath you, too scared to look up and meet the crimson eyes of the one who commanded these demons. The knights bowed deeper before they stood up and left, without them at your sides you felt a lot less safe. Not that you ever were, all humans were insects in their eyes.
"Mortal, look at mu," the creature ordered and you obeyed, clutching your chest as your heart threatened to burst out from your rib cage.
Oh.
👁️| The Great One stood before you, towering above you with his height. His skin was dark and decorated with white markings reaching from his face down to his abdomen, the rest of them were obstructed by his pants ( you hoped he hadn’t noticed you staring ). White hair cascaded over his shoulder and down his back, one eye covered. A pair of horns crowned his head. A long, black tail with a sharp tip whipped around in the air before curling around your neck like a noose. Sharp teeth greeted you as the demon king opened his mouth again.
"Does the sight of mu scare thee?" He asked with a threatening growl.
"Y- yes," you admitted, your voice more akin to a squeak.
Then something unexpected happened. The demon laughed.
"That is to be expected," Imu replied and began to circle you like a lion, his tail remaining on your neck. "All those who have seen mu, fear mu."
You crawl back a bit, but you can not go far with the impromptu leash keeping you in place. Then words slip from your tongue before you can stop yourself-
"Mu?"
The demon king stopped in his tracks and let the tip of his tail caress your chin as he observed you closely. He brought one of his hands forth and cupped your face, sharp claws digging into your cheeks, but with enough softness that they did not prick your skin.
"It is my name," he explained, seeming a bit perplexed that you had spoken back to him. Honestly, you were just as surprised. And scared. Oh so terribly scared.
" … so you can talk normally?" You blurted out, averting your gaze from Imu's frown.
"We are alone for now, so I will make an exception," he sighed and pulled his tail back, "A God can not speak to his disciples like one of them."
You tried to nod but he was still holding your head in place. He caressed your face, his palm was so much bigger than your whole face, he could have choked you out within seconds.
"But he can voice his mind freely to his mate," he continued, looking deep into your eyes.
His … mate?
"With all respect, mu- Sir- Saint- … I wasn’t aware this was to be my fate," you politely told him, feeling your cheeks heat up under his unrelenting attention.
"Neither was I," the demon said.
Imu released you from his hold and you fell forward into the grass, shielding your face with your arms.
This time you didn’t remain on the floor, you sat back up on your knees and saw the demon king walking through his garden. A small butterfly landed on his hand and he gently kissed the air right above the critter. To think the ruler of the world could be so soft to a creature that was even beneath humans— It almost fooled you into believing that what awaited you wasn’t the ninth circle of hell.
"The day my knights captured you I saw a vision clear as day," Imu began and more butterflies began to swarm his naked, upper body. "You were sitting at my side as I ruled from my throne. You sat with me for tea in the garden and … you kneeled before me just like you are doing now."
One of the blue butterflies landed on the tip of your nose, Imu noticed and you swore you could see the ghost of a smile on his lips.
"It is fate then," he announced, "Rise."
You stood up on shaky legs.
Imu closed the distance between you and put his hand on the back of your head, his other hand held your waist. He looked at you with such great fondness, as if you had known each other for centuries, not minutes. A relief, because you knew then that he wouldn’t sacrifice you. A curse, because your freedom was forfeited.
"Thou belongs to mu from this day forth."
👁️| To be the devil's spouse was no easy task.
Imu kept you isolated to a few rooms all located next to the flower hall. From the windows you saw the city of Marie Geoise, all the high and mighty Celestials looked like ants from up here as they pranced through the streets and went about their day. You liked to sit by the window and listen to the faint sounds of music and all the voices mixing together, as well as the birds who sang to you.
Your days were lonely. A servant dressed in a black robe, her hair covered by a veil, brought you food three times a day. All lavish meals with exotic ingredients you had never tasted before. You were never hungry, and the servant, although she rarely spoke, was never rude to you either. It didn’t help you to feel any less like a caged animal though.
You didn’t love the king, how could you? You barely knew him. But you would have preferred his company to lying in bed on your own, yearning for someone, anyone to disrupt this monotony. This was no different than rotting in hell.
👁️| As if the gods had heard your wish, there was a knock on your door at night. You flinched and hid under your blanket, the servant had never bothered you this late.
The door opened and Imu stepped inside, having to bent down to fit through the door. It surprised you that the entire castle wasn’t built for his size. He seemed upset, about what, you did not know. You were too afraid to ask before he descended onto the mattress with his massive body, his tail following behind him.
"Mortal," he growled, causing you to be fully alert, all sleepiness forgotten in an instant. "I need you … to serve me."
He cast your blanket aside and left you exposed, only your chest was covered by a thin blouse, your crotch obscured by underwear that was easily seen through. Fearing for the worst, you squeezed your thighs together and pleaded with him.
"Please, my Lord, I have never … I'm not sure if I could," you told him, fighting back tears.
The demon swung his tail around and stared at you, then he crawled forward until your tiny body was underneath him. You were shaking, badly, it seemed to fascinate him more than worry him. His scent was strange, but not unpleasant, there was something otherworldly underneath the strong musk.
"You mustn’t think of me as a monster," Imu tried to soothe you and caressed your face, "You are my mate, not my harlot."
Imu carefully placed his head on your chest, resting most of his weight on his arms so he didn’t press all the air out of your lungs. He let out a little huff, almost like a dog who had curled up in its bed. His tail wrapped around your thigh. Not only did you grow fond of his scent and hated yourself for it, you also enjoyed the comfort of his body heat.
"Did … something happen?" You dared to ask.
The king's lip twitched, showing off his fangs for a moment.
"It's most unfortunate that I rule over a world unworthy of being saved from itself," he muttered, but refused to elaborate, "Let us not speak of it. I came here not to think."
You nodded, perhaps even demonic lords needed a break from destroying humanity.
Unaware as to what overcame you, you began to pat his head, carding your fingers through his white curls. He relaxed at that, his giant body became a weighted blanket squeezing you down into the mattress. It was soothing, so soothing that you drifted off to sleep.
👁️| In your dreams you were haunted by your memories of the town and people you once loved all being taken from you in a single night. Your body tried to toss and turn, but Imu firmly kept you in place, preventing you from falling off the mattress. You faded in and out of sleep, sometimes you were fully aware of the demon staring at your face with his crimson eyes smoldering like ember in the darkness, and in the next moment that ember set your home ablaze.
No matter how gentle the demon king treated you, how much he spoiled you with food and comfort, you would never forget what he'd done to you.
"Mate," he whispered in your ear, his claws lightly scratched over your thighs, "Are you alright?"
"It's hard to sleep with you staring at me," you confessed and the demon looked a bit dumbfounded.
"I was ensuring your safety," he replied, "How would you prefer for us to rest?"
"Maybe you could sleep behind me?"
Imu blinked slowly. Then nodded and lay down so you could scoot over until your back touched his warm chest, he was so kind to adjust the blanket and pull it over your body, it was too small for him to fit under. He put his arm around you and began to murmur in ancient tongues, what confused you at first, soon helped you to find rest.
Though you couldn’t ignore the bulge you felt pressing up against your lower back as you returned to the land of dreams.
👁️| Imu-sama visited you every night from then on to rest his head on your chest or in your lap and share his sorrows with you. He never went into the details, but you figured that it didn’t matter as long as he was satisfied. And judging by his calm manner and growls you werd sure your presence alone was enough to soothe him.
Sometimes he stormed into your room like a hurricane, only for his breathing to come to a halt when he saw you sprawled out on the bed in your robes with your hair freshly washed and your skin still glistening with lotion.
"Mine," he purred, "All mine."
"All yours," you whispered back to him as he pulled you close for a kiss.
The demon king's tongue was forked, it explored the depths of your mouth and slid over your teeth as he stole your breath away. He held your head between his large hands to devour you for as long as he pleased. His appetite for you was insatiable.
His kisses spoke of a deep longing, one that couldn’t be explained by his yearning for you during the day. He must have waited for this moment for all eternity—
"My Lord," you speak up, his taste still lingering on your lips, "How old are you?"
Imu-sama tilted his head and kissed your nose.
"I have lived more lives than you could ever imagine, my little mortal. For eight hundred years I have ruled this earth, and there will be eight hundred years of my kingdom to come. With you, at my side."
"But how will I live that long?"
"Don’t fret, mu has an answer for everything."
( NSFW! )
👁️| Eventually Imu's carnal desire for you outgrew his restraint and he decided to bless your bond with the final act of intimacy. By then, you had already accepted your life as his songbird who entertained and consoled him. It was still a daunting task, you had felt his bulge more than once, each time fearing he'd force himself on you during the night. He had every right to, who could’ve stopped him? Celestials weren’t known to hold back.
Imu was different. In every aspect. From the way he spoke to you, how he held you as if he truly worshipped you and the many ways in which he tried to accommodate you. He was making an effort to bridge the distance between an ancient god who ruled the world and a human who was naturally afraid of him.
The demon king spread your legs, he dove in between them to bring his lips to your groin and cherish the sensitive spot with his kisses. You twitched at every lick of his forked tongue across the inside of your thighs, lingering dangerously close to your crotch.
"Allow me to prepare you, little one. I do not wish for you to die on our first union," his dark voice pulled you out of your trance, your vision of him was blurry from the tears you shed. He tutted and reached out to wipe them away. "Don’t cry, you were born to take me."
Imu lifted your legs higher. He ignored your whines and delved right into your hole, which accepted him without much of a fight. His tongue worked like magic, due to its length it could reach deeper inside of you than anyone else. There, he swirled it around and stretched out your inner walls. His hands caressed your thighs to soothe you, but all it did was overstimulate you further.
"Ah! Stop, stop- it's too much, I can’t," you cried out, not fully meaning what you said.
"Be good for me," the demon rumbled.
He did not yield to your senseless pleading and continued his preparation of your body. When he found your most vulnerable spot, hidden deep inside of you, you couldn’t control yourself anymore. Gripping the sheets wasn’t enough, you needed something stronger to hold on to!
In your desperation you got a hold of Imu's horns, his eyes briefly flickered up at you before they returned their attention to the meal he was feasting on. You swore you were close to coming from his tongue alone, you were so eager that you began to rub your crotch against his tongue for more friction. He quickly shut it down, insisting that you weren’t allowed to pleasure yourself.
"Only I will bring you salvation," the demon king promised and licked your juices from his lips.
👁️| Imu expected you to be shy during your first time, but instead of shivering at the sight of the demon's cock, you kicked your feet in excitement. Truly, you were no better than a bitch in heat.
You bit your lip as he slowly stroked his dick and pressed its entire length down on your stomach to prove to you how impressive his size was. Big enough to tear your insides apart and break your spine if he wasn’t careful. The pattern on his chest continued all the way down to his shaft, drawing a line right above the vein on the underside of his dick.
How tempting, you writhed underneath him, begging for him to hurry up and take you. Your desire was driving you crazy, his tongue had been enough to make you forget about all your fears and worries, now his cock would seal the deal.
Imu's tip entered your tight hole and you moaned his name, as he pushed deeper inside your eyes met his'.
"Look at me, never take your eyes off me, little one, I want to see how much I can break you," he groaned, burying himself further in your heat.
The pain was overwhelming at first, you did not cry for him to stop even once, too eager to be filled up by him.
His horns were just within reach for your hands to grab and squeeze, it helped to ease your agony for long enough that you endured Imu's cock sliding balls-deep into you. The demon king let out a strained growl and let his tail whip through the air, his red eyes began to glow in excitement.
"You’re taking me so well," his demonic voice purred at you, his face just above your own while he caressed your cheek, wiping away a single tear rolling down. "No mortal has ever made me feel this good."
You smiled through the pain. It wasn’t until the first thrust that you noticed you had stained the white bed sheets with your blood. Unbeknownst to you, Imu was planning to keep the sheets forever to preserve this moment. He would frame them in memory of your precious virginity, which now belonged to him and him alone.
Soon you were rewarded as the pain turned into pleasure and Imu-sama picked up his pace. He trapped you underneath his body and heat, you could hardly breathe as he fucked you with a fury. Your legs ached as he bent and folded them as he saw fit, he did everything to be as deep inside of you as possible. His tip reached so far that you briefly feared you'd die if he moved his hips any faster.
"I- Imu," you gasped, locking eyes with him.
"Yes, my love?" The demon replied and kissed your shivering lips, he squeezed your thighs to keep you in place and lost himself in his thrusts.
" … please," you begged and squeezed your eyes shut, "please fuck me harder!"
Imu raised his brows, he ceased his onslaught on your body for a moment, then he grinned with his fangs on full display and obliged the wish of his mate. He adjusted his cock before he slammed back into you. You screamed and gripped his horns even tighter. He pounded you with renewed vigor, slowly inching closer to your physical breaking point.
A mortal vessel wasn’t made to survive sex with an ancient beast, one who towered above you and put all other men to shame in his shadow. No one else could ever bring you to such heights of pleasure.
Imu pulled on your chin and you opened your mouth at the silent command. The ruler of the world spat at you and you eagerly swallowed it up without needing to be told.
"So, so beautiful," he said, his white hair falling over his shoulders and covering nearly all of his face, "Don’t die on me now, we are so close to reaching nirvana."
You nodded, though your body was beginning to crumble under his weight and brutal pace. Your ass was bruised from how hard he drove into you, you couldn’t move your legs anymore and your lungs were slowly giving up. He knew you were close to breaking, and as your god and lover, Imu didn’t wish for you to perish on your first night together.
"More, more," you whined.
"You are begging for your death, mortal," the demon responded with a low chuckle.
Instead of fucking you any harder, he choked you and took your last breath with a deep kiss. That was enough to crush you, you felt a shock running through your core and came on his dick. Your screams were like music to the king's ears, he closed his eyes and rested his head on your chest, breathing heavy alongside you.
"So good for me," he rasped and thrusted inside you one last time, then you were once again moaning your little heart out from the burning hot semen stuffing every inch inside your body.
As he orgasmed a pair of wings suddenly grew from his back, black feathers covered in ink bathed you in its shadow. Imu threw his head back and roared like only a demon could, his fangs growing bigger as if he was preparing for battle. He remained inside you, but calmed down and let his wings settle at his sides. The sight of them intrigued your weary eyes.
"Hah … ah … my Lord," you spoke breathlessly.
Imu hushed you and grabbed your waist. Without sliding out of the comforting heat between your legs, he rearranged your body so he could spoon you from behind like he had done many nights before. He enjoyed keeping his cock warm inside his little mortal, knowing that you were enjoying it just as much. He sprinkled kisses all over the back of your neck and then traveled down to your spine. Thankfully it was still intact.
"Was that enough to satisfy my insatiable pet?" The growl in his voice made you feel so much weaker in his hold, his words alone could send you over the edge for a second time.
"Yes," you confessed and Imu smiled as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.
"I wish to sleep like this," he demanded, all you could do was agree quietly and nod, too weak to fight back.
You fell asleep with Imu's cock plunged inside of you, keeping all of his seed plugged up.
"Sweet dreams, mortal," he whispered to you, covering your naked, shivering body with his black wing.
👁️| One fateful day Imu announced that he was leaving the Holy Land to deal with a powerful enemy who had arrived on Elbaf. Before he departed, he kissed your forehead with great sadness and apologized to you.
"I will return soon," he said and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his claws dragging across your skin, "Until then, the Gorosei will watch over you."
"The Gorosei?"
There was no time to explain. Imu called for a servant dressed in all black who lead you out of your bedroom and beyond the rooms which you had been allowed to enter thus far. It was only your second time walking through the entire castle, this time you could see it all clearly.
When you arrived at the Room of Authority, you were greeted by five old men who all stared at you in quiet bewilderment.
"Who are you?" One of them demanded to know, "How dare you enter these halls!"
"Silence," a distorted voice echoed from the snail on the table, forcing the Elders to quieten down. "That is mu's mate, thou shall not harm nor insult thee. Guard thee with thy life."
Now the Elders were even more shocked than before. The snail fell silent and left them to figure out what to do with this information.
"The Great One has taken a mate?" Ju Peter murmured.
"I would have never thought that a mortal could …," Nusjuro was cut off by Garling.
"It doesn’t matter what any of us have thought. We have no authority over what our Lord does, if he chooses to bed a mortal …," Garling paused and looked at you with disdain, "Then so be it."
"Sit," Mars ordered and pointed at the free chair next to Garling.
Anxiously you sat down. You could only hope that Imu would keep his promise and return, without him at your side you felt just like a slave again. Vulnerable and weak.
You hugged your legs close and prayed.
Thanks for reading! Here's some food for all the old and new Imu gooners, would you like to see more content for him? <3 I will do my best to provide, especially if a new chapter reveals more about him.
I was taken aback by Imu's supposed gender, since I always wrote them as feminine, but I went with masculine pronouns this time. I will get used to it-
and i held your hand through all of these years / but you still have all of me
♫⋆｡♪₊˚ evanescence - my immortal
(gn reader / fluff / 568 words) telling george you have a boyfriend when you get drunk
“BE CAREFUL!” GEORGE RUSSEL laughs quietly when you stumble. you gasp quietly, the air stolen from your lungs when you lose your footing. george is quick to react, wrapping an arm around your waist from behind. “you’re going to fall.”
the night air is cool against your skin. goosebumps arise against your exposed shoulders as a shiver races down your spine. the moon hangs high in the night sky, illuminating the dark path below. george’s hand rests comfortably against the small of your back. his torso is warm when he pulls you to lean back against his chest.
you frown softly. “let go,” you say. you take a few shaky steps away from him, swatting george’s hand away in the process. he freezes immediately, watching as you take shelter instead by a nearby lamppost. “i have a boyfriend.”
george pauses. blinks.
then he all but doubles over, placing his hands on his knees. the laugh that escapes him is loud and inescapable. it echoes throughout the night sky, nearly loud enough to rival the still-overbearing bass from the club you had just left. your expression sours even more as you wrap your arms around your waist.
“i’m sorry,” he says through giggles. george takes a step closer, holding his hands up in mock surrender as he approaches. he smiles so bright that the corners of his eyes crinkle in a way that you love. you’d press a kiss against his temple if you were sober, tugging him down until your head is resting against the crook of his neck and his hands find a home against your hips.
instead, he maintains a small distance, staring at you with that smile you love. george holds a hand out like an offering, leaving the choice to you to take. “come on, love. it’s me.”
you squint at him suspiciously. george bites back another chuckle as you size him up, squinting at him through half-lidded eyes as if you can’t quite tell what to make of him. he flinches when you take an uneasy step forwards, already shifting in preparation to catch you once again.
“george,” you whisper. you close the distance in a few seconds, rushing to wrap your arms around him. he responds in kind almost immediately. his arms wrap around your waist, fingertips slipping beneath the hem of your shirt to drum against the now-exposed skin of your hips.
“don’t worry,” he says. george’s smile softens. he intertwines your fingers together, gingerly guiding you down the lonely city streets. you match his pace slowly. each step comes like a great effort to keep yourself steady. still, george is there every step of the way, always prepared to hold you steady at a moment’s notice. “i’ve got you.”
“‘m sorry,” you mumble. george’s grip around you tightens ever so slightly as you go weightless in his arms. you all but fully lean yourself against his body, allowing him to hold you up. “i should… sleep.”
“it’s okay,” george chuckles. “i love you,” he murmurs. your eyes flutter shut as you lean your head against his chest. george tucks his chin against the top of your head in response. his arms snake around your waist, still holding you steady despite your shaky knees. he leans in just enough to press a chaste kiss against your cheek. it makes you smile brightly against his collarbone. “even when you don’t recognize me.”
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