in which he gets jealous of his students who have your attention, instead of him :(
you hum to yourself as you make your way through the hallways of the elementary school your husband worked at, holding a heart-patterned wrapped bento box, filled with cutely decorated arrays of foods you know he loved. as you make your way closer to his classroom door, a smile gradually makes its way on your face as you hear a plethora of children’s voices, clearly giggling at something sugawara said.
“knock-knooockkk, can i come in?” you giggle to yourself as their laughs turn to surprised, adoring gasps at the sight of you standing in the doorway. “mr. sugawara your wife is hereee!”
“mrs. sugawara, come play! please!”
at their welcome, you step inside, greeting your husband with a sweet smile and a kiss on his cheek, handing him the bento box. “thank you, honey. how are you-” his words are interrupted as two of his students pull you away from him, eager to have you play with them.
as you sit there on the floor, cross-legged holding a large t-rex in one hand, with a small plate of pretend toys on the other hand, sugawara couldn’t help but feel a large bloom of adoration make its way up to his heart. you were going to make such a good mom one day.
he’d expected you to be gone for only a couple of minutes, the kids would get bored and move on to the next toy, as they usually do. but no, you were still occupied and seemingly engaged in this prehistoric domestic roleplay his students had you playing. sugawara knew it’d be irrational to feel even a little jealous– you were playing with 7 year olds! anyone would do that!
so how come he felt the tiniest pout form on his lips….
“guys! how about.. we give mrs. sugawara some space? hm? she’s a big girl, she can’t play all day, right?”
“but.. we wanna play with her. cooler than you. and she has a better t-rex growl than you, mr. sugawara.”
“hey–! i do not have a bad growl!”
“...”
“what if i give you guys another recess with mr. shoyo?”
the mention of the energetic, bright haired teacher immediately caught his student’s attention and they collectively made their way to his classroom, only to be met with a confused face and a grumble of how annoying “suga” was.
the classroom was quiet now, just you and your husband.
“what’d you do that for?”
“missed my wife.”
you stand up, patting your skirt as you clean up the toys left behind when you suddenly feel your husband’s warm hands rest above your waist. “mm.. where’s my attention?” his soft, gray locks tickle your neck and you can hear the pout without even looking back at him.
“i’ll give you all the attention you want when you’re done work, idiot.”
As a common courtesy to everyone on this site, put your fucking goddamn smut under this
because NOBODY ASKED TO SEE IT IN THE TAGS. It allows THOSE WHO WANNA READ IT THE OPTION AND THOSE THAT DON’T AREN’T FORCED TO SCROLL OVER YOUR SMUTTY LITTLE READER X FANFIC!
Hello gorgeous hoomans! May I have a normal request? Maybe... Lawrence X Reader, much fluff. Maybe reader keeps him from murdering everyone? Thank you! *huggles you*
Hellooo gorgeous Anon! My love for angst was hard to resist in this one so I hope it’s fluffy enough! *huggles back* Enjoy~
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Broken - Lawrence x Reader
* image from LucyDreams, Dangerous Fellows
Word Count: 3,356
Fluff (minor angst)
Warning: Mild Profanity
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Recently, things have been oddly… concerning.
Lawrence has been giving off a certain vibe as of late, and it’s been plaguing your mind ever since. You’re not sure why, but you’ve been increasingly attentive towards his expressions and mannerisms. This feeling of unease began after he had consistently visited your room late at night, requesting to speak with Judy alone. Anxious, you had somehow convinced Lawrence to allow you to tag along.
Most of their talks ended up entailing plans of future patrol locations and food runs. It seemed harmless… yet your gut feeling screamed that it wouldn’t have been. Thankfully, his attention nowadays seemed to be occupied by something else as he was no longer interested in seeking out Judy alone.
Perhaps he genuinely needed Judy’s advice and you were overthinking things… But then why couldn’t you shake that feeling of dread that dawned on you when hearing those three, perfectly timed knocks against your classroom door? Why Judy? Why alone? Why not Ethan? He always runs through plans with Ethan beforehand… It just didn’t add up.
Something has changed… Things had been getting more and more taxing on you, dangerous even. First, getting stuck inside your classroom with Judy and then the incident with that shadow chasing after you. Goose bumps spread upon the surface of your arms as the sound of its scratches against the door continues to echo in your mind.
You shake your head against your folded jacket, erasing the sound from your thoughts as you focus your attention on Judy’s carefree, sprawled out sleeping position. It was then that you realised the tears dampening your makeshift pillow.
You didn’t want to believe it, you didn’t want to doubt the man you had fallen in love with. To doubt the times you’ve spent together laughing, sharing intellectual topics or simply enjoying each other’s company. How could you, when your heart continues to flutter from the memory of his gentle caresses along your cheek as he promises to protect you? Better yet, the times when you drown in the longing desire within his gorgeous honey eyes before pulling away, never allowing himself to indulge in your anticipating lips.
You sigh, long and heavy; convincing yourself that it was your anxiety eating away at you. You curl your legs towards your chest into a foetal position, encouraging yourself to sleep your inhibitions away. There’s no way that every warm smile, every reassuring head pat, or every hug of comfort was some kind of… facade… right?
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The next morning you all meet in the main classroom of 1-C as Lawrence assigns today’s tasks and night watch partners. You watch Lawrence as he confidently instructs the group, calm and reliable as always. You really must be over analysing things… Lawrence catches your stare and smiles warmly at you before continuing his directives. Zion and Eugene watch you curiously, sporting identically raised brows. Embarrassment flushes over your now sweltering face from having been caught. Your awkwardness was short-lived however, as Scarlett’s piercing loud voice fills the quiet room.
“YOU MUST BE JOKING! YOU EXPECT ME TO SPEND ALLLL DAY WITH THIS… THING?!”
Here we go again. You think as you roll your eyes.
“Why is she still here anyway? It’s not like she’s capable of anything. I mean… Look at her face! She can’t even take care of herself much less keep me safe!” Scarlett gestures towards your obviously swollen eyes accompanied with the dark circles that had formed from your failed attempt at sleep last night.
“I clearly need to be paired with someone of worth, like Zion for example!”
“Noooo thanks! I like my bud for today.” Zion beams, his elbow resting atop the hood of a certain annoyed blonde.
“Stop using me as an arm rest, dickhead.” Eugene snaps, swatting away Zion’s arm.
“Urghhhh! It’s not fair! Why her of all people? Boo hoo, look at me! I’m sad! I cried all night so I can’t sleep.” She taunts before facing you again, a malicious grin forming on her lips.
“You know what will put you out of your misery? How about you reunite with your whore of a mother in the horde and die already like the rest of your family?”
Usually you’re able to ignore Scarlett’s absurd remarks about you but with everything going on lately, her words continue to fuel your deteriorating tolerance.
How dare she have the AUDACITY to bring your innocent mother into her petty insults?!
The last of your patience shattering, you lunge towards her, fist raised and ready to strike at her annoyingly perfect face before a strong grip pulls your arm back. Your burning (e/c) eyes were met with Lawrence’s stern face.
“You’re better than this.”
His firm words stabbed at your fragile resolve. You knew he was right, and you were disappointed in yourself for letting Scarlett get under your skin; but to hear it from the one person you believed would defend you after he made a promise was… heartbreaking. Dejected, you jerk your arm from Lawrence’s grasp and hear him yell your name as you run off towards the lower floor. You situate yourself upon the stairway across the forbidden cafeteria, not caring about the heightened risk to your safety, as long as you were far away from Scarlett as possible.
As you bury your face into your knees, you notice the sound of approaching footsteps and groan loudly, knowing exactly who chose to follow after you.
“Not now, Lawrence.”
He doesn’t respond, instead you feel him lean against your side and envelop a reassuring arm around your shoulders. The familiar scent of him wraps around you, and you sigh angrily for giving in to his comfort.
“You said you’d protect me.” You whisper into your knees, refusing to look up as droplets threaten to escape your tired eyes.
“I am protecting you.” His voice was gentle and kind, yet it broke you even more. Your body began to tremble as you fought against your weakening front. Lawrence tentatively places his fingers under your chin, finally lifting your face to meet with his loving gaze. It was then, that you lost and crumbled within his touch, tears now streaming down your cheeks.
He waited patiently for you to cry it all out, wiping away tear after tear silently, his affectionate stare never faltering. As you finally begin to calm, Lawrence leans in to kiss away the last teardrop waiting to fall from the corner of your eye. Your face flushes from the unexpected intimacy, as it was rare for him to initiate any form of physical contact besides his usual caresses and holds. He always seemed to hold himself back and you never understood why. It was as if he’d switch a particular side of him off when things got too close for comfort. You always supposed you were wrong about his feelings for you, but now… you don’t even know what to think anymore.
“Let’s go back.”
“But-” You fail to protest, finding yourself speechless as he reaches out to tuck the fallen strands of hair behind your ear adoringly.
He smiles confidently, “I’ll handle it.”
“How?”
You watch as his face darkens slightly, that feeling of dread returning to the pit of your stomach. “You don’t have to worry about that.” He whispers as he stands and makes his way back. Rejecting the chill along your spine, you shake away the thoughts screaming incoherently within your head and trail behind him.
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As night falls, you reluctantly shove the essentials needed to get you through your upcoming patrol with Scarlett.
“Ready to leave partner?” Judy chirps excitedly. You shoot her a puzzled look.
“You didn’t know? Since Lawrence was my partner tonight, he switched with you so you wouldn’t have to be stuck with that witch! Wasn’t that why he went after you?” She asked innocently.
His words then replayed within your mind and your eyes grew wide with terror as you came to the realisation of the true meaning of his statement. Finally accepting the fears you constantly denied, you rush out of the room; praying you weren’t already too late.
“Wait… Where are you going?” Judy quietly questions to herself, dumbfounded from your sudden disappearance.
With no clue of their location, you sprint towards Scarlett’s room, sliding the door open hurriedly.
Empty.
Panic settling in, you head off towards Lawrence’s room and somehow end up slamming yourself into Ethan. He turns to look at you, his expression inquisitive.
“W-where’s… Lawrence patrolling… tonight?” You stutter between pants.
He continues to stare at you, expressionless, “…Cafeteria I think?”
“No…” You whisper under your breath as you set off again.
Eventually reaching the stairway, you notice Lawrence hovering over an unconscious Scarlett at the foot of the stairs. His head snaps back at your presence, a cold look plastered on his face. You ignore his stare for now as you make your way towards her fallen body and hurriedly check her pulse before finally releasing your unknowingly held breath.
She’s alive… you made it.
Your legs give out from exhaustion and you brace yourself for the upcoming pain against your knees; but it never comes. Lawrence’s arms were wrapped around you, saving you from your fall. It was different, however. You couldn’t feel that sense of security that usually enveloped you within his embrace. This was cold… and unfamiliar.
“What have you done?”
“Nothing… yet. Dumb bitch fell on her own, I didn’t even need to do anything.” He scoffed, shrugging indifferently.
Frozen and in complete shock, your mouth hangs open, unable to form coherent words from his complete change in character.
“People are so weak and useless. So naive… So easily fooled and oh so easy to control. They don’t deserve to be called human. They’re better suited as sheep, so why not allow them to frolic with their herd?” He snickers as he gestures towards the barricaded middle school entrance before returning his hands to trace the contours of your face with his thumb.
“Not you though. You knew, didn’t you? No matter how hard I tried, you just wouldn’t allow me to be alone with your foolishly carefree ‘friend’. That selfless character of yours… even to someone who caused you such pain a couple hours prior. They’re not worthy enough to deserve it…Though, I guess that’s what drew me towards you in the first place.” He smiles, yet his warmth was no longer present. You struggle to identify the man you had come to cherish and push him away from you.
“Why are you doing this?!” Finally finding the courage to speak.
“I promised you, didn’t I? I promised I would protect you.”
“This is NOT what I meant! I didn’t want you to harm others at my expense!” Your voice trembles, something you had so much faith in had a completely different reasoning behind it all along. You felt sick to your stomach.
“Well… How else would you be happy and safe? Their words won’t hurt you anymore, their stupidity will no longer put you at risk of danger.”
“YOU ARE HURTING ME MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE RIGHT NO-!” You cry out before being silenced by Lawrence’s strong grip covering your mouth. His expression faltering, appearing to be genuinely upset before reverting back to his cold exterior.
“Shh. We don’t want them to start bleating now do we?” He presses an index finger over his mouth and chuckles softly; your eyes now glassy and quivering with fear. He notices your appearance and scrunches his face in annoyance.
“Stop that! I’m doing this for us! …You’ll understand soon enough.” Finally releasing his hold from your mouth, you hear Scarlett groan and rush to her side.
“Please Lawrence, we need to take her back.”
He sighs, defeated. “Guess I can wait a bit longer.”
A chill creeps through you, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You force yourself to ignore his words for now, as Scarlett’s moment of safety became your number one priority.
Once Scarlett was out of harm’s way and resting in her room, you watch as Lawrence withdraws himself into his own. Now out of sight, you sneak your way over to see Harry.
You knock gently.
Seconds after, you are greeted by your yawning silver haired friend. He shoots you a look of confusion before rubbing his eyes sleepily and stepping to the side to allow your entrance. You stare towards Lawrence’s room a little while longer before finally closing the door and unleashing your troubles onto him. Harry responds easily… understanding; explaining he had suspicions about Lawrence way before and agrees to keep things silent for now. Glad you had confided in him for help, you both make a pact to work together to keep everyone safe as you try to get through to Lawrence.
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The days have been quiet and calm. Lawrence, again, seemed preoccupied. You and Harry take the opportunity to meet in his room and plan ways in which to prepare everyone in case of an emergency. During your hushed conversation, you notice a slight shadow underneath the crack of the door before suddenly moving away. You look back at Harry, your heart pumping from horror.
“Go! I’ll handle everyone else!” Harry yells as you fly out the door.
Without thinking, your legs were drawn back to the cafeteria and sure enough you spot Lawrence making his way forward to a now, clear entryway towards the middle school.
This was it… this was what he had been planning all along. He was planning on unleashing the horde into the building!
As realisation struck, you scream his name and he turns back. His expression was unsettling, however it hinted a look of sadness and it pained your heart to see him misunderstand the situation.
Dare I hope? Does he actually…?
You had fallen so deeply in love with Lawrence, that there was no question as to whether you could love any other with the same burning intensity.
“Harry huh…?” He spits, as if the name was venom to his lips.
“It’s not what you think.”
Lawrence shrugs, his face now completely emotionless and distant. “It doesn’t matter. We’ll be together soon. Nothing will interrupt us now.” He calmly continues his journey towards the door.
“If you do this, you could die too!”
“It’s worth the risk if I can make you mine.” …was this why all along?
“You don’t have to do this! I already-” You take a deep breath, “I… love you, Lawrence.”
He pauses to look back at you again. His eyes grow wide with shock before squeezing them shut, gripping his hair in frustration. It was as if your words we’re causing him physical pain. He regains his composure, that same cold-eyed expression on his face once again.
“You don’t. How could you love me after seeing me like this?! You’re only saying that to stop me! It’s fine… I don’t expect you to understand. I’ll make you like me properly later, but for now… I need to do this. This is the only way we can truly be together!”
“I’M NOT JUST SAYING IT! I really do love you Lawrence! Every moment we’ve spent together gave me more and more hope that there was a better life out there. A carefree and happier place. When I first arrived, I felt lost, dark… empty even; but you welcomed me with open arms and filled me with nothing but light. I never would have hoped for any of those things before, if it weren’t for your leadership and compassion. Even now, I wouldn’t dare dream for any of that, if I couldn’t experience it by your side. Just… Please! Listen to me!” You plead desperately.
He looks away, refusing to give in to your glistening eyes.
“You don’t know what I’m thinking when I see you, what I think when they get close to you, touch you, laugh with you… insult you. These thoughts of mine… I know it will only hurt you, but… my desire for you, is much more important to me than my wish for you to be happy.” He reaches out towards the door knob, the muffled groans of zombies getting louder by the minute.
You sprint towards him, legs burning from the sudden exertion as you cry out his name with desperation. Relief courses through you when he hesitates, his thoughts fighting against his wavering conviction.
Unable to halt yourself in time, you crash into his back and wrap your arms around him, locking his arms down against his sides. You bury your face into his back, soaking his jacket with your tears as you beg to him between sobs.
“Please… Lawrence! Please don’t do this.”
“It hurts… But… My mind, it’s…” He whimpers, clutching his chest as he struggles to rebuild his defences.
“I’m broken.”
You shake your head against his back, your hair sticking to the sides of your face from the friction of his jacket.
“Let me help you! Whatever it takes, I’ll do it.” Your desperate voice rings out through the hallway.
“But why?” You barely catch as he whispers under his breath.
“I’ve told you. I’m in love with you… I have been for a while now.”
He doesn’t respond, his hand still hovering over the door knob. You slide his hand down and interlace your fingers through his as you move in between him and the door, now facing his downcast eyes.
“You don’t have to hide anymore, I promise to stay by your side. No matter how long it takes you to heal, I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
Your hands reach up to cup the sides of his face and he places his hand over your own. You watch as his face slowly transitions from his usual cold facade to an expression that looks as if he’d shatter from the slightest touch. Tears begin to fall silently upon your fingers, it was the first time you had genuinely seen him show any kind of emotion towards himself. Your heart tightens in pain to know he was hurting as he struggles to fight against the inner demons that had consumed him for so long.
He dropped his head, hiding what he believed was his weakest form, not wanting to believe that this was the side of him you also came to love. You could tell that he struggled to believe your words, to let it pierce through the wall he had built around himself from years and years of family pressure.
He keeps his gaze focused on the ground, unwilling to meet yours. You slowly remove his glasses and set it on the ground before moving onto your tippy toes and leaning in to press a soft kiss upon his lips.
If your words weren’t enough to get through to him, then perhaps your actions would help him to understand and trust in you. At first his lips stayed motionless, but it wasn’t long after that he finally responds to your touch and gives in to your kiss. You feel warm tears fall onto your flushed cheeks unfamiliar to your own and in response, you move one hand behind his neck, the other sliding through the back of his chestnut coloured hair; deepening the kiss as if it would erase all the pain that he was suffering. You stay in each other’s arms until he lightly pulls away from you.
“Heal me.”
As if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, you slump into him, embracing his returning warmth and holding onto him for support as your body gives out from relief.
You were finally able to get through to him.
Tears now glazed your eyes once more, however this time from sheer happiness. You look up to him and beam a loving smile before nodding. Lawrence responds by placing another kiss on your lips, gentle and full of warmth and affection. The last remnants of dread flows out of you, and it was at this moment you knew… That things were finally going to be ok.
can i get some Lawrence with an s/o who’s being constantly harrased by scarlett? like at first he isn’t really taking it seriously because reader assures him it doesn’t bother her, but catches scarlett on the rooftop right as she’s about to push the reader into a horde of zombies below? i’m sorry if that’s too specific or anything like that i’ve just been thinking about this for a while :,)
Nooo don’t be! Specific is great, it actually helps us out heaps! Sorry for the wait gorgeous~ Hope you enjoy!!
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Please - Lawrence POV x Reader
* image from LucyDreams, Dangerous Fellows
Word Count: 1,931
General / Fluff
Warning: Mild Violence
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I look up from my book to witness (Y/N) making her way towards me from the door of the Principal’s office, her steps slow – sluggish. She plops herself next to me on the couch, laying her head upon my lap before closing her eyes and voicing a long, drawn out sigh. I watch as her expression grows increasingly troubled, her brows furrowing aggressively upon her delicate face. Although I enjoy witnessing all of her adorably colourful expressions, the idea of her feeling displeasure burdens me. I had suspected Scarlett seemed a little more… ‘vocal’ towards (Y/N) during today’s reports, guess it had affected her more than she cared to show. I gently close my book and place it upon the arm rest before running my fingers through her silky (h/c) hair, hoping to comfort her further.
“I knew it. Scarlett overdid it today.”
She groans in response, “I don’t get it Lawrence… Everyone knows we’re together, yet she still accuses me of trying to seduce every other guy here, particularly Zion.” Her brows furrow from the memory, causing me to feel a sense of guilt for not realising the extent of her difficulties sooner.
“I’ll go talk to her.” I try to stand, but (Y/N) hurriedly grabs my arm, preventing me from leaving as she shakes her head in disapproval.
“No, stay. Don’t worry, it doesn’t bother me. Her words can’t hurt me… I’m just tired is all.” She closes her eyes once more.
“I just need a moment of peace right now.” She whispers before letting out another sigh. This time, a sigh of content accompanied with her gorgeous smile. She seemed so defenceless – tempting. I couldn’t help but allow my eyes to linger on her inviting lips before placing a soft, gentle peck upon them. As I pull away, her cheeks grow a subtle blush and I can’t help but smile at her beautiful laugh gracing my ears.
“I said peace, Lawrence! Peace! My accelerated heartrate does not equal peace!”
I chuckle at her innocent plea, blessed to have claimed someone who’s soul radiated such beauty and purity. She was nothing like that brainless temptress who constantly threw herself at Zion; only fools would fall for her attempts at seduction. Never, would (Y/N) stoop so low as to grovel at his feet like she does, to think she’d accuse my love of such a thing was illogical. I take in a deep breath, calming myself from the growing rage against Scarlett. I choose to ignore it for now, as (Y/N) seemed to be okay… perhaps cuter, if that was even possible.
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Heading back from a late-night patrol, I pause in front of my room as I hear muffled sniffles through the door. (Y/N) jumps slightly, startled by the sudden sound of the door slamming open. Keeping her back turned, she quickly wipes her eyes with the back of her sleeves before spinning around, a faltering, bright smile plastered on her face.
“Hey Lawrence! Back from patrol already?” Her voice sounded weak, contrasting the image she tried to display. A frown evident on my face, I walk up to her; caressing her tear stained cheeks – although clearly annoyed at her attempt to hide her emotions from me.
“It was Scarlett again wasn’t it? What did she do this time?” I question through gritted teeth. Her fake smile fades, gradually shifting to a more genuine and warm one.
“I can’t get anything past you, can I?” (Y/N) wraps her arms around me, seeking comfort.
“Where is she? I’ll deal with her. This is getting out of hand.”
She shakes her head, “No need. It’s no big deal, I was just feeling a little sensitive today. I’m fine, really.”
“She’s really starting to get on my nerves. I think it’s time for her to go, she hasn’t been all too obedient lately and we can’t have someone like that within our group. I’ve seen people like her before back in the middle school. She’s a risk.”
“We can’t leave her to fend for herself Lawrence. I’ve been there before, it’s a cold and unforgiving world out there. As annoying as she is, she’s not a threat. She’s a scared, self-conscious being that doesn’t know how to deal with her fear besides taking it out on others. Once there’s a promising sign of hope for us here, I’m sure she’ll come around. I can handle it. As long as you’re by my side afterwards, I can handle anything!” She rubs her hands along my back soothingly. Somehow my attempt to comfort her reversed and ended up with her reassuring me instead.
I sigh, frustrated. “If that’s what you want.”
“Thank you for understanding. All I want right now, is to stay like this for a little while longer.” She tightens her grip around me and nuzzles her face into my chest. If Scarlett was good for anything, she was at least good at getting (Y/N) to act so adorably, allowing me to spend more moments like these with her as a result. However, I think it’s time to think of a way to get rid of Scarlett without (Y/N) suspecting my involvement. Scarlett’s been hurting her one too many times now, if only (Y/N) wasn’t so kind and forgiving, I would’ve gotten rid of her ages ago. Though (Y/N)’s purity and selflessness is also why I came to love her in the first place… Oh well, all the more reason to eliminate this pestering nuisance.
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One afternoon as I was relaxing in the Principal’s office and waiting for (Y/N) to return from her morning patrol, Judy pops in to ask when my girlfriend would be done with her shift. I check the time, realising she should have finished half an hour ago. She usually doesn’t dawdle after her patrols, on the days we get to spend together she tends to excitedly beeline here to see me. Worried, I set off on a search to find her, asking around to anyone who may have last seen her. My heart begins to pump with anxiety as Zion voices his thankfulness for the lack of Scarlett’s annoying presence today. I hurry my search, sprinting from one end of the school to the next before finally hearing loud grunts and yells coming from the entrance towards the rooftop. I rush through the door and witness Scarlett pushing (Y/N) closer towards a large makeshift hole, cut out from the metal fence surrounding the edges of the rooftop. (Y/N) fights against her as hard as she’s able, her strength seemingly failing her for a split second, allowing Scarlett to gain the upper hand. I rush over to them without a second thought, pulling Scarlett off of (Y/N) and forcefully pushing her to the ground as I wrap my arm around (Y/N)’s waist and pinning her to my side – safe. It was then that I noticed the familiar sound of a horde of riled up zombies below, their interests piqued by the occurrence of loud noises. I quickly embrace (Y/N)’s shaken frame, comforting her as much as possible before gently setting her down and shifting my focus back to the vermin I should have dealt with long ago.
Rage burning in my eyes, I grab Scarlett by the neck and lift her up off the ground. She grabs onto my forearm, her face struck with horror as she tries to pry my fingers off of her neck, choking from my hold. I hover her out of the fence, her feet dangling with only the fear inducing height between the rooftop and the ground separating her with the horde below. I wasn’t sure how many flights down the drop would be, but oh, do I shudder with elation at the possibility of hearing her bones crack against the concrete below and the satisfying image of her flesh tearing among the horde.
The sound of (Y/N)’s sudden screams interrupt my thoughts. I attempt to keep my focus on Scarlett’s demise, however the sound of my love’s cries and pleas distract me.
I don’t understand… I’m eliminating a threat. I’m her boyfriend, isn’t it natural to stop enabling a being who continues to torment my dear sweet (Y/N)?
I turn to look at her, tears streaming down her gorgeous face, fuelling my rage towards Scarlett even further for making me witness (Y/N) struggle through such turmoil because of her.
This is all her fault.
I tighten my grip against her neck, anger seething through my veins. Scarlett begins to choke violently from my hold, her nails now digging into my skin as she uses all her might to swing her legs at my chest, clinging onto my arm for her dear, pitiful life. My face darkens, a small smile creeping up on my lips at the anticipation of her upcoming doom.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, LAWRENCE? PLEASE! STOP! THIS ISN’T WHAT I WANT!”
As if finally hearing her voice for the first time since my mind was overtaken by blood lust, I snap out of my rage.
No… Scarlett wasn’t the one causing her to shed such tears… It’s me. I did this to her. But why? Wasn’t Scarlett causing her pain? She was going to kill her, I’m merely punishing a murderer.
“Don’t do this Lawrence… Please.” (Y/N) begs, rising onto her feet.
Why is she looking at me like that… like I’m some kind of monster? Stop… STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT! I turn my attention back to Scarlett, who finally stopped fighting against my hold, merely shivering as she realises her life was no longer in her own control.
“Please… For me.” She places her arm on mine hesitantly, tears continuing to glaze her beautiful (e/c) eyes.
“I’m doing this ‘for you’.”
“Killing someone is not the way to solve a problem!”
I gaze into her eyes, searching for guidance as I struggle to understand her. Failing to comprehend her words, my head hangs low in frustration as I fight against her wishes with my contradicting resolve.
I feel her gentle stroke along my cheek, “Please…”
My heart pains hearing her desperate plea and I toss Scarlett down onto the ground once more. She grasps at her neck, gasping for air before losing consciousness from the shock.
Pathetic. Acting all tough when victimizing others but can’t handle it when she’s the victim herself.
“Thank you… Lawrence.” (Y/N) whispers. I quickly embrace her as her knees begin to buckle, legs threatening to give out from relief. (Y/N) collapses into my arms, wrapping her arms around me before breaking out into a sob.
“NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!” She yells, heated tears falling upon her cold cheeks, warming them from the winter breeze. I jump slightly from her sudden outburst, never once hearing the rise of her voice in such a tone.
“Talk to me first… please. Don’t ever act on your own. If you ever feel your rage overcoming you again, just think of me and remember my words.” She grips my jacket tightly as she pleads, her eyes looking up at me with such burning intensity I had never seen before. Not wanting to cause her pain any longer, I give in to her cries and nod, hoping to ease her worries.
“I’m sorry…”
Her gaze relaxes, and her lips curl up into a warm and loving smile. I can’t help but smile back, realising that my actions had a bigger consequence to her happiness than I had anticipated. I sigh, defeated and completely won over by her charm.
hey hey! I wanted to say a big thank you to you guys for writing such great fics! And I wanted to request a Lawrence x reader? it would be really great if the reader was really strong and liked helping take out zombies and Lawrence admired that! Thank you so much! (and if you don't want to do this for any reason feel free to ignore it!)
Aww that’s so sweet, thank you so much for the support and for reading! Sorry this one took a little while to release, hope you didn’t think we ignored it!
Enjoy xx
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More than a Pretty Face - Lawrence POV x Reader
* image from LucyDreams, Dangerous Fellows
Word Count: 862
General / Fluff
Warning: Profanity
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Ahh… finally. It had been a while since my last experiment took place.
I wave, signalling to the others to hide within the empty alleyway as we make our way towards a nearby general store to gather supplies. (Y/N) sprints behind me, following my movements as Zion scouts out the area before moving forward. I kept our group small – easy to manipulate. My skin itches with anticipation, eager to analyse the results of my new test. I lead them around the back alleys, climbing atop a dumpster to “have a better view” before readying my wrench to slip out of my fingers ‘unintentionally’.
BANG.
The deafening sound of metal on metal echoes through the once eerily silent town. I force myself to control the smile threatening to creep upon my lips as (Y/N) and Zion’s faces are overcome with fear.
“FOR FUCK’S SAKE LAWRENCE!” Zion yells angrily, shooting me a look of exasperation before turning back, gripping his steel pipe and bracing himself for the upcoming battle. I pay no mind to his reaction.
You’re lucky I need a lackey to vouch for me when we get back today.
(Y/N) stays silent, looking around frantically as Zion continues to curse under his breath.
Right… She hasn’t acquired a weapon just yet. Hmm, that’s too bad. I was hoping to see the last remaining glimmers of hope fade away from her gorgeous eyes before realising she had no way of surviving. It’s unfortunate, (Y/N) really was quite attractive…
My eyes continue to linger on her.
If only I hadn’t begun to run out of test subjects, perhaps you could’ve stayed by my side just that little while longer. However, I need more than a pretty face right now and the others are much too valuable in combat to sacrifice… for now.
The familiar growls of those brainless monsters greet my ears and I shiver in delight at the scene about to take place; excited to see the mass of zombies that I had painstakingly lured nearby for this moment. As the horde was coming into view, (Y/N) spots a ragged broom tossed beside the dumpster and decides to grab it for defence. I nearly break character, holding myself back from snickering at her desperation.
What on earth was she going to do with that useless thing? Clean up the unfaithful shards of her dignity scattered upon the floor?
I clamp my mouth shut, denying myself the satisfaction of a chuckle – afraid to blow my cover. As the horde finally reaches our vicinity, (Y/N) grips each end of the broom and unexpectedly kicks her knee up to snap the handle in two – forming two makeshift weapons with jagged sharp ends for each hand. Eyes wide – I stare at her, impressed by her quick wit and creativity. It was then, that I heard more growls in the distance, coming from the opposite direction of the horde I had organized prior.
Fuck. This wasn’t a part of the plan.
I jump off the dumpster, getting ready to run.
I need to take Zion and leave as soon as she’s overshadowed by the horde. It’s regretful that I won’t be able to watch the show, but I can’t risk losing one of my best defenders.
However, the time to go and leave her behind never seemed to arrive.
As if perfectly choreographed, (Y/N) glides through the horde of zombies, smoothly impaling her improvised weapons through them – like a hot knife through butter. Her strength and grace were an amazing sight to behold. I couldn’t help but be mesmerised by her movements as she singlehandedly defeats the first horde, it was as if I was witnessing a dance of death.
The battle had ended as soon as it began, with motionless bodies strewn around her – I was at a loss for words. As (Y/N) makes her way back to us, her eyes sparkle with joy and she lets out the most beautiful sound I ever had the pleasure of hearing. Her laugh rings through my ears as she flashes us a breathtaking smile, causing my heart to beat wildly in my chest.
“That was… surprisingly… exhilarating.” She giggles as she catches her breath.
After recovering from her sudden exertion of energy, she walks past us without hesitation – her aura exuding a modest confidence, ready to take on the next.
“Well, damn… That was pretty hot.”
I snap my attention back to Zion, his words igniting a burning fire in my core. I catch him gawking at her as she stretches, preparing herself for the next horde. Suddenly feeling possessive over her, I walk over to (Y/N) – blocking his view before placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. Her (e/c) eyes fall upon mine and I nod my head in reassurance, choosing to fight by her side. Her lips curl up into a warm smile, understanding my intentions. We then take stance, eager for the battle ahead.
This wasn’t exactly the result I was anticipating; however, it looks as though my little miscalculation left me with an even more valuable asset. Now, it seems I may need her in more ways than one…
