Love Shots

Griffin X Reader

Caution: Brief sexual reference.

You were sitting in the Lair, waiting for Griffin's return. The music played at a comfortable level as your fingers sped around the controller at blinding speeds. It was your favorite game to play with Griffin and the one game you had the hardest time beating him at. So, while he was away hunting, you decided to try and beat his high score. How hard could it be? 

Well, two days later and it was still proving to be harder than you thought. You had come so close so many times that it was driving you crazy. Like a drug, you couldn't stop until you won.

"Yes!" You threw your hands up in the air, ecstatic that you finally beat his high score. Still not satisfied, you began another round. 

Halfway through the round, Griffin jumped in, a bloody hand covering his neck as blood slowly seeped down onto his shirt. His face was pale as he stumbled forward, trying to catch himself before falling. 

"Holy shit! Griffin!" You dropped the controller and rushed to his side. The blood continued to ooze from between his fingers as he laid there gasping. You jumped across the room, grabbed the first aid, then jumped back to his side. "Hold still." Your fingers worked the cloth under his fingers, letting it absorb the blood. 

He laid as still as possible, watching you work. His eyes never left yours, even when you weren't looking at him. As much as he hated working alongside other people, he had made an exception for you. He always questioned why, but never gave himself time to answer it. But now, he forced himself to think about it. Perhaps it was because he saw himself in you. Like him, you had lost your parents to the Paladins at a young age and continued living on the run from them. Running, having no place to stay until you met him. But it wasn't just that. He actually loved you. He loved your style. Your spunk. The way you sassed him. The way you played along with his wise-cracks and jokes. Over time you had grown on him. He found himself wanting to love you. Not just mentally but physically as well. To be able to touch you, run his hands through your hair, kiss you. But with the Paladins always on both your tails, he never wanted to take risks. Neither of you could afford to get distracted. Now, being this close to death and having you by his side, it changed everything. 

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When he came-to, you were sitting by his side reading a book. The Knife of Never Letting Go. It was a book he had gotten for you a couple months ago that you had finally gotten around to reading. 

You looked down at him with your worry-filled (colour) eyes. A smile graced your face as you closed your book and set it off to the side. "Hey, how are you feeling?" 

He returned the smile and reached his hand up to your cheek. "Thanks to you, I think I'll live." 

Your eyes began to glass over and you threw your arms around his neck, "Griffin, you idiot!"

He was shocked at your actions, but nonetheless, wrapped his arms around your waist. 

"I thought that I had lost you!" 

He felt a light wetness on his neck as he realized that you were now crying. "Hey," he pushed you back so he could see into your face, "I'm okay. Look, I'm here. I won't leave you." He wiped the tears away with his thumbs, then, gently and hesitantly, he brought your face closer to his. His senses tingled as he felt your soft breaths on his lips before laying them lightly on yours. 

The kiss grew deeper and deeper, loosing the two of you in the moment. For the first time in his life, he opened up to someone. He made love to the one person in his life that he knew would never betray him, the one and only person who could ever understand who he was.

But, alas, the joy could only last for so long. 

He stood in front of your grave, his face stained from the tears that had run dry long before. His grasped the pendant on the chain around his neck. His mind wandered back to the day you had given it to him.  

"What's this for?" 

"A token of my thanks. I know it's not much, but it's all I can think to offer." You flashed him a dazzling smile. "Keep it safe, okay? It's special." 

"Why is it so special?" 

"It was a gift. From my father." 

"Then I can't have it." He goes to take it off but you stop him, resting a hand on his. 

"Please, Griffin. I want you to have it. If it weren't for you, I'd probably be dead by now."

But now you were. 

Because of him.

"I swear, _______," he vowed with a stern voice, "I will find Roland and make him pay for what he did to you."