A standalone fic from the We Stood In the Sun (Before It Exploded) series.
Genre: Smut, Angst(?)
Content Warnings:
NSFW
Grief
Word Count: 1,296
He panted heavily, his chest heaving as he groaned out in both anguish and pleasure, the feeling of your nails raking down his back somehow splintering him and bringing him to life all at once.
God, you were ruinous.
The way you looked up at him when he touched you like this, filled you like this, it was addictive, life altering, something he could not live with nor without.
You would be the end of him,
And oh what a cruel and beautiful fate that would be.
The crescents of your nails stamped permanently into his skin, your voice the last thing to play before his ears, and your body beneath his the final thing his eyes would ever see,
How could he dare to argue with such a lecherous end to his life? Such a fruitful lust, as long as it culminated in him seeing the stars that played behind your eyelids when you finally came undone for him.
So beautiful,
So heartbreaking,
So necessary,
So incredibly ruinous in Every. Single. Way.
The end of all ends,
The beginning of all beginnings,
Your body, your pleasure, you.
He felt guilt begin to build in his chest as he watched you, brushed the hair out of your face and behind your ear as you whimpered pitifully beneath his body, helpless to his never ending barrage of fulfilling thrusts as he penetrated you to the hilt
over and
over
and
over
again.
He growled harshly at his own uncontrollable thoughts,
His own uncontrollable needs,
And quickly took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, watching as you opened your eyes to meet his familiar, cold gaze.
But he was so struck at what he saw within those eyes that his hip-bruising voracity waned, and his own orbs widened in surprise,
There was hope there, pride, joy, and something else he could not put his finger on,
Or rather, something that he did not want to put his finger on,
But, no matter,
They were rather occupied at the moment anyhow.
But those eyes,
So beautiful, so shiny even in the dimmed light of his bedroom, where only the dying bulb of his bedside lamp and the moon could light his path to salvation,
(to you).
He was awestruck.
There was silence in his mind for a few moments, as he stared down at your body, at the place where the two of you were connected as one, despite everything he had done, and everything that he had not.
But then, noting his slowed thrusts and sudden lack of urgency, you mewled for him in a way that made his mind race, those claws of yours moving from his back to his hips to pull and scratch at them, causing them to stutter before speeding up once more.
Surely you would kill him like this, oh beautiful ruiner, damn far more than his soul, but even his ashes to Hell for the thoughts you caused him to have.
He was ruined for anyone save for this woman who laid before him, that was for certain.
And all of his feelings for you, the hatred, the annoyance, the fondness, the admiration, and that one other thing he had seen in your eyes...
They made it so hard to focus, so hard to forget, and he couldn’t help but wonder what else he was doing this for if not that.
Why was he buried within you, gasping for air, pressing his sweaty forehead against your own and almost smiling, if not to forget?
He could not bring himself to answer the question, but he could bring himself to push it away, and drown himself in you,
And so he did.
George began to thrust his hips into yours even harder, his finger tips digging into your ass and hips with a bruising force as he lifted you towards him for better access, desperate to be connected, and desperate to be whole again.
You gave him all that he could ask for and more, and he hissed when he felt you press closer, your ankles locking around his hips as you squeezed your thighs tighter to his body, your head falling back in what he prayed was bliss.
You were a perfect sight to behold, such beautiful damnation, as if you were made solely for his eyes to see.
Suddenly,
Cursing, gasping, growling, George came deep inside of you, his hands shaky as he lowered you to the bed completely, slowly severing the connection between your bodies.
It was cold all alone, so cold when he couldn’t feel you, that he had half a mind to bury himself inside your heat once more, and just forget about the outside world.
But before he could, you spoke, confusion in your voice as you raised your hand to his face to brush some of his over-grown ginger locks away from his eyes.
“George?”
You asked softly, and your voice made him shiver far more than the coldness of this lonely world outside of you ever could.
“Yes?”
He replied quietly, as if afraid he would frighten you away if he spoke too loudly.
“Why wont you kiss me again?”
George felt his eyes widen at your words, and they swept over your form slowly as his mouth began to form a response,
“I can’t, it wasn’t fair when I did before. It wasn’t real, it was just hungry, and cruel, and I won’t do that to you again. I’m not a monster, Y/n. I’m not.”
His words were spoken more to reassure himself than you, and he knew that, but even so he looked towards you once more to see your reaction, and the sorrow and everything else, unchanged from before, that could be found within your eyes was very nearly too much for him to bear.
Especially that unnamed emotion, the one that made his stomach clench in fear.
You raised your fingers, adept and nimble, familiar and haunting, to his face once more, this time framing his cheek and stroking it gently with your thumb as you spoke, sympathy so evident within your tone that it should’ve made George angry,
But this time it only hurt.
“Oh but George,”
You murmured, and he panicked as your familiarity started to fade, and that emotion he could not, would not, name, began to bleed away from your gaze,
“If that’s true, then why are you here?”
Ice cold fear clutched at George’s chest as your body beneath him vanished, your warmth replaced with an oh so familiar nothingness that made him want to weep for not just what he had lost, but for what he had never even had the opportunity to lose in the first place.
He was so lost in the darkness, with nothing and no one there, and he called out your name for what felt like hours with absolutely no response but his own voice echoing back at him, reminding him of his sins, and his atrocities born from grief.
He awoke in his bed gasping for air, his heart pounding in his chest as he sat up quickly, looking around for someone in his darkened bedroom, the only light being that of the moon, which poured in past his open curtains.
Fred was not there,
You were not there,
He was completely alone, and the world was cold again, outside of you.
And there was nothing to do now but lay awake and remember your warmth while ignoring that feeling of guilt as it grew stronger and stronger inside of him, because he knew
He would never find that emotion in your eyes anywhere outside of his dreams,
And you were not his to dream of in the first place.
“Beautiful ruiner, what have you done to me?”
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Hello! Just wanted to ask if you were going to continue with the 'We Stood in the Sun' ? It's so heartbreakingly good! I've actually just being reading through your masterlist and everything is so well written.
Hi!
So, when it comes to We Stood in the Sun, that series had a really bumpy start due to some inconsistent posting, which occurred for personal reasons on my end. Because of the bumpy start, that first part ended up getting the smallest amount of interaction of any fic I had ever posted to the blog (this remains true to this day), and it was really disheartening since I had put so much time into planning out and writing it. Because of this, I never really had any intention of finishing it up, since I assumed the lack of interaction meant it just wasn't a very good piece.
That being said, I actually took the time to read through some of my fics recently, that one included, and it made me realize how proud I am of everything, and that piece in particular. So, because of that, I'm planning to get my old planning notebook out and look over my original ideas for the series so I can finish it up, regardless of the reception it receives!
I also plan on putting out some new content and finishing up some other things I was writing before I went on hiatus, so hopefully while I work on the next installment of We Stood in the Sun and Over the Years (my other series besides Betrothed) there will be some other content put out as well (since fics that are pieces of larger series take longer to map out and perfect than one-shots).
So, to answer your question, yes, I do plan to continue We Stood in the Sun! I am very excited to be back and feeling so inspired again after so long, and I'm hopeful that good things are to come.
Thanks for the ask, I'm so glad you've been enjoying my fics! :)
Hey everyone! I just wanted to let you all know that I just finished writing the first part of the 1,000 follower celebration fic series ‘We Stood In the Sun (Before it Exploded). I’ll be editing it shortly and getting that posted within the next fifty minutes or so. I hope everyone enjoys it, I’ve been working on this first part alone for over a year now and I hope it turns out to have been worth the wait. Thank you all for being so patient with me!
Hey! If possible could I request an excerpt from we stood in the sun before it exploded?
Sure thing, I hope you enjoy :)
The price of victory had been much higher for some than it had been for others, that was one indisputable fact that was the same in every war everywhere. You stayed with George until you were gently called away by your superior, who was scrambling to find anyone who could help heal the injured who had yet to be tended to. George didn’t say a word as you slowly stood up, and when you glanced back over your shoulder he was still sitting in the same spot, staring at the ground, his hands clasped together tightly as if he were trying desperately to hold pieces of himself together.
