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Olympian (Framed by God) Martin Rossiter x Reader

Olympian (Framed by God) Martin Rossiter x Reader

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione lun, ott 20, 2025
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A Gene fanfic?? NO WAY! You meet Martin Rossiter at a gig you weren't supposed to be at. He's signing someone's vinyl when your camera strap catches his eye. He pauses, pen still hovering, and asks- You're not. Not officially. But he signs your notebook anyway, then leans in and says, "You can get close. Just you." From that moment, you're allowed to film him. Allowed to shoot him in monochrome. Allowed to see him unravel backstage, in letters, in silence. He calls you Saint, Archivist, God's Favourite. He says he's only sane when you're near. That he'd give up everything for you. That he's not afraid of the next world-just delayed. You think he's strange. You think he's lying. But you keep filming. And slowly, you start to believe him.
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"And in the end, we were all just humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness." - Christopher Poindexter ********** We moved to the music, not missing a beat. It was like we were the only ones in the whole club. This wasn't suppose to happen, we hated each other I thought. This could be a dream, but the hot breath on my neck felt so real to be fake. I turn around to see his ocean blue eyes, they were the brightest, most vivid shade of blue I had ever seen. He lowered his head so our foreheads were touching, his minty breath fanning over my cheeks making goose bumps form on my arms. He smirked in satisfaction noticing what he was doing to me. He moves closer, our lips grazing each other making feel a sensation I had never felt before. "You need to relax princess." he mumbled the same words he has been telling me since I met him against my lips, he pulls me closer well if that was even possible. Hot bodies were all around us not noticing the scene we were making. I promised my parents I wouldn't associate with any of the so called 'punks' here at university but this right here with Niall felt so right. Niall Horan Fan Fiction (THIS STORY HAS BEEN RENAMED FROM "Kiss Me Under the Stereo" TO "Stereo Noise") DO NOT COPY MY STORY, IF YOU DO I WILL REPORT YOUR ASS, AND YOU WILL BE BLOCKED FROM MY STORIES! I TAKE PRIDE IN MY WORK AND I WILL NOT LET SOMEONE STEAL MY WORK PLEASE AND THANK YOU! ♥

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