#this was. supposed to be a cute scribbles

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

MY SILENT VALENTINE

Pairings: Eric Sutton x Fem! Summary: Despite everything going on, Eric still wants to give you a special Valentine's Day Warnings: mention of tears. A/n: yes, I know he's supposed to be gay; I respect it, and I support, I just personally don't write for Male!reader and this is just a fic.

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You sat next to Eric as he stared ahead of him, staring at the cracked tiles of the floor beneath you.

You leaned your head on his shoulder tiredly, stretching your legs out in front of you.

How you ended up finding him again in this city, you don't know, but you're glad you get to spend what might be your last days with your boyfriend.

You'd known each other for a few years, meeting through a friend he was going to law school with, a few days of texting and a drunken night together at a shitty pub, you decided he was quite cute.

He hadn’t made a move that night, even when you’d half-drunkenly tugged on his sleeve and told him he had the prettiest eyes you’d ever seen. He’d only laughed, shaking his head before helping you into a cab.

You thought about that now, the way he’d always been- reserved, careful, like he was holding something back. Even now, with the world in pieces, he sat still, shoulders tense, jaw tight, eyes fixed on nothing.

Your eyes flicked toward Sam, curled up a few feet away, breath too quick, too uneven. You knew what that meant. So did he.

Eric’s fingers twitched. His leg bounced once, then stopped. His whole body braced like he was already preparing to move.

You reached for his sleeve, barely a touch. He stilled.

Slowly, he turned his head. His expression was tight, set, but his eyes flickered- hesitation, exhaustion, fear. You exhaled softly, squeezing his arm once.

He leaned away as you let him go, facing Sam on the bench, grabbing a bottle and twisting the cap, bringing it to her lips as she layed on her back.

Her eyes were closed, and she looked on the verge of death, it made your heart ache as she leaned over and coughed most of the red-tinted liquid up, letting it dribble down her chin as Eric held her to make sure she didn't fall off her seat.

After a moment, he looked down at the floor to the notebook. Taking the pen, he quickly scribbled down the words 'what meds do you need?'

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The church was silent, but your heartbeat was so loud it filled the space where sound should be. The only other noise was Sam’s uneven breaths as she shifted in her sleep, too weak to do anything else. You sat in the dark, knees pulled to your chest, arms wrapped tight around yourself.

Eric had been gone too long. 3 hours- at least.

Frodo gone for just as long, he was sat on your lap when he jumped off and left just a few minutes after Eric.

You told yourself he was fine. That he’d come back. That he wouldn’t just-

Your fingers curled into your sleeves. The thought made your throat close.

The candles had burned low hours ago, leaving the church in deep shadows. The stained glass was nothing but black shapes now, no color, no warmth. Every small creak of the old wood, every shifting shadow made your breath catch, made your stomach tighten. You tried to stay still, tried to listen. For what, you didn’t know. Footsteps? A sign?

Or maybe- maybe nothing at all.

You squeezed your eyes shut, pressing your forehead against your knees. He promised. He said he’d be careful. He wouldn’t just disappear, right?

Right?

You didn't know the time, you're not even sure you knew the day, all you know is that you'd be even more lost without Eric...and as much as she pretends, she doesn't need him, Sam probably would be too.

But then you saw a shadow.

Soft, hesitant. A shift of weight. A scuffed step against stone.

Your head snapped up.

Eric stood in the doorway, backlit by the dim glow of the city beyond, his silhouette stiff, breathing hard. His eyes met yours, wide and searching, and for a moment, he just stood there, like he wasn’t sure he had really made it back.

You moved before you could think, standing up to tiptoe towards him. He caught you, arms tight, solid, real. He smelled like sweat and blood and dust, his breath shaking against your hair.

For the first time in hours, you breathed.

You didn’t speak. You couldn’t. It would echo. It would ruin the moment.

Instead, you pulled back just enough to look at him. That was when you noticed his grip was still tight around a bag. He exhaled, quick and shallow, and knelt down next to Sam, unzipping it with shaking fingers.

Pulling out a box named Fentanyl Transdermal System, he held it up, making sure it was the right one.

Sam tiredly nodded and you took the box from him, seeing how his hands were shaking.

you took one of the bandages, quietly peeling it open before handing it back to him, watching as he careful applied it to her side, Sam holding her shirt up just a smidge for him to place it where she needs.

He silently pants as he pulls away, leaning his back against the bench, his head leaned back as he wiped his forehead, stretching his legs out.

His hand landed beside yours as he looked up to the ceiling. You took it, gently squeezing, silently thanking whoever would listen to you that they brought him back to you

Eric looked over at you, his eyes heavy when he pulled away, grabbing something from his bag. You heard a pen come in contact with paper and thought he was trying to say something before he handed it to you.

A heart shaped card with a bright red background stared back up at you, a cherubic little angel with curly hair and delicate wings is depicted in a soft cream color, playing a trumpet displayed in the centre.

You smiled as you opened it, finding his shaky writing beneath the 'happy valentine's day' already provided. It was three simple words that he had written beneath, three small words that you hadn't been able to hear from him for a couple days now, which is probably why you felt a tear fall from your eye.

You may not remember what day it was, but Eric did, underneath every spec of anxiety that rattled your boyfriend's bones, he always took the time to do something for you.

You stared at the card for a while, then back at him. His face was unreadable, tense, like he didn’t know if he’d made a mistake bringing it back.

You shook your head, a small, shaky breath escaping you as you held the card close.

It was perfect.

You leaned closer to him, pressing your body up against his, seeking any warmth in him to give you comfort.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pressing a chaste kiss to your head as your curled up next to him.

Closing your eyes, another tear fell down your cheek, slowly rolling down to your chin before he wiped it away.

"I love you too" you mumbled under your breath, hoping he'd hear it.

He did.

You swallowed a lump in your throat as you stared ahead.

You noticed all the candles, melting onto the floor, you noticed all the people, shivering and hugging themselves for warmth, you noticed every grain of dirt on the tiles, the blood smeared on the walls, every piece shard of glass from the windows and every whisper fallen onto somebody's lips as they comforted a friend, a family member, lover and even a stranger.

You noticed all of it.

But you didn't notice the tears rolling down Eric's face.

He was so scared, petrified, even, but at least you were still in his arms, at least he still had the chance to tell you- write to you- that he loved you.

It just so happened that Valentine's Day would fall upon an alien invasion, but that didn't mean he still couldn't give you a second of happiness, even for a minute.

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