Garroth x Reader ~ Police Officer Troubles

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Had this idea when I was listening to the song: Gone, gone, gone by Philip Phillips. Don't ask why, my head just bends in ways I don't even know. Enjoy!


Your feet pound on the concrete as you run through on the side walk.

Clutching the gun in your pocket, you pound on the door.

Your partner comes up behind you and pulls up his gun.

You knock again and yell "Police".

No response.

You kick down the door easily and you tackle Ro'Meave to the ground.

A bullet went over your heads.

You push yourself off of him and run up the steps with your gun in hand as you run around the house.

A window is opened and you kick down the door and point the gun at the man.

You huff out and point to the ground.

"Get down right now." You growl.

The door to your right moves and you push it into the wall with your hip, keeping the man trapped in there.

Ro'Meave comes back and cuffs both.

Another police car shows up and the guys run in.

You sigh in relief and another gun shot is heard.

You lurch forward suddenly and you look down.

"Ro'Meave." You say.

He comes up behind you and one of the guys call for an ambulance.

You grab onto his arms that are around you.

"Floor." You wheeze.

He helps you down and you take off your jacket and tell him to apply pressure with it.

To which he puts his hands on it and presses down.

"Ro-"

"Garroth." He says.

He was a trainee for you.

Though he was older than you, you started a while ago and was a higher rank than him.

"Garroth." You wheeze.

Tears spring at the corners of your eyes.

"Yes, what do you need (y/n)?" He asks frantically.

"Do you have...." You stop.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)?! Don't die!" He says.

"I'm here. There's someone in the closet!" You yell.

Two people come in and get the guy. Who looks at you and scowls.

"Do you have any family?" You ask.

"I have two brothers and a mom and dad."

You nod your head slightly.

"They must be handsome like you." You say.

He smiles weakly.

"Your smile is nice. I could just sit here and -"

"No! Stay awake!" He says.

Sirens are heard in the distance.

"I...." You say.

"I what? I what, (y/n)?"

"I wonder." You say.

"Wonder what?"

"How heaven feels like." You say.

"Your not going to die (y/n)!"

"I'm not taking about that."

"What- what're you talking about?"

(What I'm doing, would it be considered weak flirting? I mean, it's so cheesy I can taste it)

"Do me a favor."

He nods.

"Show me what heaven feels like."

For him it clicks and he kisses you. He holds your head and does it passionately.

The paramedics come in and take you.

"Heaven feels good." You say before leaving Garroth.

They bring you to a hospital and into surgery. To which you come out and sit on the bed.

Garroth visits you. Letting you feel heaven.

Until the day he proposes to you.

So you can feel heaven everyday.



I feel bad for making his short but I closed my eyes and it's like 11 pm and I'm in a car on the way home. So I closed my eyes and got lost in thought. Then one of my thumbs pressed the screen, I'm listening to Taylor Swift, that's why it didn't turn dark. So I pressed the screen and my thoughts were:

"Why is the sun so bright?"

I swear I'm stupid sometimes. Hope you enjoyed and have a great day and until next time ~ Quinn

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