Emo Trinity x Reader

Advent Calendar - Dec 17

You arrived, breathing heavily and with disheveled hair, in front of the house. Most tables and boxes were gone already as you stepped into the yard, hoping to find the old books. If you would cut down on the groceries, eat normal bread instead of toast for breakfast, and used up your stocks, you would have enough money left to buy the novels.

"Hey, good evening," you panted, finally spotting the man who you had talked to earlier that day.

He just looked at you unnerved.

"Do you- I was wondering if you still got those Lord of the Rings books," you explained, swatting a strand of hair out of your forehead.

"Sold them," he answered, and turned away, picking up the next box to carry inside.

"Really," you mumbled, your shoulders slouching down, your heart breaking for the second time over those books.

~*~

Luckily Christmas time was so busy and stressful that you had not much time to wail over the books, and soon you had almost forgotten them completely.

It was the twenty-third December by now, and you had just settled down for a cup of tea, after packing your suitcase for the holidays you were going to spend at your parents', when the doorbell rang.

You jumped up and strode over, being met with the sight of Ryan as you opened the door. He looked as charming as ever, wearing a dark red sweater, his brown curls an unkempt, but adorable mess on his head, and a shy smile on his lips.

"Ryan," you cheered, not having expected to see your neighbor again before Christmas, "Come in! Do you have time? I just made tea."

He giggled at your enthusiasm, and stepped into your flat, taking his shoes off in the hallway.

"Thanks, that's lovely," he laughed, following you into the kitchen where you already pulled out a second mug for him.

Somehow the holiday spirit always got you into the mood to make tea and serve it to the whole street, but since that was hardly possible, you were really happy to at least get the chance for a talk with Ryan.

You offered him a place at the kitchen table, which he gladly took, and smiled thankfully as you pushed a mug, filled with hot Darjeeling tea over to him. Once you had sat down as well, he spoke up.

"I actually just wanted to drop something off for you, kind of a thank you for always saving my life with the spare keys," he explained, lifting a rather heavy looking package onto the table.

You giggled remembering the many times Ryan had rung your doorbell, because he had forgotten his keys inside his flat. You kept each other's spare keys for emergencies, and Ryan seemed to have an emergency every other week. What you did not know was that he just could not think of a better excuse to talk to you.

"It's no problem, Ryan, you know that," you assured him, "you don't have to get something for me because of that."

He shook his head firmly.

"I insist, I really wanted to get this for you, come on, open it," he encouraged, pushing the package closer to you.

You sighed in resignation, knowing that he would not give in, so you pulled away the scotch tape from the wrapping paper, trying not to tear it too much. Your heart nearly stopped as you recognized the four books you had marveled at about a week ago. But now their covers were repaired, the torn carton of the hardcovers replaced with new, intact one. Thin fabric was stretched over the carton, a different shade of brown for each book, and the titles were imprinted on the spines and the fronts in elegantly curved letters. Your mind was doing somersaults as you ran your fingers over the beautifully restored copies, and you almost teared up.

"A friend helped me make them look presentable again," Ryan explained. "I hope you like –"

His sentence was interrupted by your arms wrapping around him in a tight hug, making him chuckle.

"Seems like you do like them," he whispered, his breath fanning over your ear, and his arms sneaking around your waist, hugging your back.

"No, I love them," you grinned, pulling away and quickly wiping the back of your hands over your eyes, making sure that there was no tear escaping accidentally.

Ryan grinned as well, looking up at you with warm eyes. He was still sitting on his chair, but you had jumped up, and now you were standing awkwardly in front of him. Slowly the grin melted of his features, but his eyes continued boring into yours. You were not sure what was happening, well, you knew, but you could not quite believe it, as Ryan slowly got up and placed his hand at your waist, pulling you closer to him. His hand was so warm that you even felt it through your shirt, and he smelled faintly of musk and cinnamon. His eyes had the color of whiskey, and his long lashes batted against his skin every time he blinked, while looking at you with so much affection that your heart involuntarily skipped a beat. He leant in slowly, giving you a lot of time to back out, but you'd be dammed if you would do that. When his nose brushed against yours, gently and hesitant, his eyes fluttered closed, and so did yours. It almost felt like the tension was killing you as his lips hovered so close over yours, and you wanted nothing more than to close that tiny, remaining gap, but at the same time you relished the thrill that came with it as you ran your hands up his sides and wove them into his beautiful curls. You were breathing heavily already, even without having kissed him yet, but your heart was beating a thousand miles an hour, and when Ryan pushed forward suddenly, finally pressing his lips against yours, it felt like all air was knocked out of you. You gasped quietly against his soft mouth, clinging to him as if your life depended on it. His reaction was not much different. He wrapped his arm further around your body, pulling you in closer until you were pressed against him, while his second hand was gently holding your face, his finger grazing over your skin as if you were made out of the most fragile glass. You could not remember ever having felt so overwhelmed with happiness and joy ever before, nor ever having been kissed as sweet, as demanding and yet caring, as Ryan did.

When you pulled away, you were both gasping for air, your foreheads pressed together, eyes still closed, cheeks flushed pink and lips twisted into a happy smile.

Once you had caught your breath and your heartbeat had started to normalize again, you slowly opened your eyes, finding Ryan already looking at you. He was still holding you close, and his fingers were still stroking your cheek carefully.

"I was thinking, maybe I could read something to you," he suggested in a whisper, making you giggle.

"That would be fantastic," you answered, only hesitantly letting go of him as he reached for the first book of the fantasy trilogy.

With a smile so warm and loving that you felt like you would never be cold again, Ryan took hold of your hand, and lead you over to the sofa in the living room, where he sat down, pulling you next to him, cuddling into the soft blanket that you pulled over both of you.

"Ready," Ryan asked, opening the book and wrapping an arm around your shoulder, allowing you to snuggle closer to his chest.

You nodded, resting your head on him, and glanced into the pages of the book. Ryan smiled at your curiosity, and rested his head against yours before taking a deep breath and starting.

"Book One, Chapter One: A Long Expected Party."