ScotlandxReader::Give Me Love

Scotland x Reader
Give Me Love
songfic


One month.  It has been one month since he saw you.  It's been one month since he ran his fingers through your silky (h/c) hair.  It's been one month since he's felt your soft, plump lips against his.  It's been one month since he felt your perfect body against his.  It's been one month since he's said, "I love you."

Give me love like her,
'Cause lately I've been waking up alone,
Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt,
Told you I'd let them go,
And that I'll fight my corner,
Maybe tonight I'll call ya,
After my blood turns into alcohol,
No, I just wanna hold ya.

It's been a month since you broke up with Allistor and it was killing him, literally.  As soon as you left him, packed bags and leaving without a trace, he's spent every second at the bar, drinking himself to the point of vomiting and passing out.  

He'd drink away the pain and sorrow of his lost lover, not knowing of her whereabouts, only recollecting lost memories and wallowing in pity.  Depression wouldn't even come close to describing this Scot's pain, no; agony would rather fit that description.  Allistor hung onto you, there was no doubt the man still loved you thoroughly.  

He needed you; your warmth, your comfort to hold him in a loving and joyous embrace.  He needed you to know that you were still his lass.  He needed you…

"Aye, ye think ye had enough lad?  I don' wan' t'be callin' a taxi on ye again Allistor." The bartender said wearily as he watched Allistor down his eighth beer in one hour.  Allistor looked up at the man, his eyes red from crying; there were dark circles from not sleeping and his hair was a mess, he even had a little stubble from not shaving.  

"Listen lad," the bartender sighed as he placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Ye need to find her.  Ye can't keep livin' like this, ye'll kill yerself lad..  She told me not t'tell ye, but she's over a' the next town, no' too far from here."  Allistor's eyes widened and tears threatened to spill.  

"Ye not be lyin' to me?" he asked quietly.  The bartender sighed and nodded saying, "I haven' the slighted clue of where she is livin' but I know she works at a pub on main street.  After all, she used to work here, of course I'd know where she'd be workin'.  Now go get her Al, I can' stand to see ye like this."

It only took a split second for Allistor to place the tab on the counter and dart out of the bar.  He grabbed his car keys and drove off to the next town, slightly intoxicated.  Luckily, being a Scotsman, he can handle alcohol better than most people.  As soon as he reached the bar you worked at he marched inside, tears already spilling from his eyes.  

People gave him strange looks as he walked by each table to find his beloved __(f/n)__.  And then he saw you.  There you where.. in the flesh.  Tears continued to roll down his cheeks as he approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around you tightly and crying on your shoulder, soaking your sleeve.  

Give a little time to me or burn this out,
We'll play hide and seek to turn this around,
All I want is the taste that your lips allow,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love.

You jumped from the contact and turned your head to find a mess of familiar red hair and the stench of familiar cigars and beer.  

"A-Allistor…" you whispered quietly.  He continued to sob on your shoulder as he muttered, "Why did ye leave me…  I love ye so much and I still do…  Please __(f/n)__, come back home…"  You tried pulling away, but to no prevail did he let go.  

Growing impatient, you said angrily, "Allistor, get off of me now."  

"Naw, I'm not aboot to let ye go again.  I have ye in my arms right now and I wan' ye back home, now." He said, burying his head in your soft, (h/c) hair, smelling it to relish you once more.  

"Allistor, get off.  We need to talk." You said after prying him off and leading him outside.  Once out in the brisk night air you finally said, "Allistor, you know exactly why I left you.  You have a problem.  A drinking problem and you need to lighten up or else it'll kill you!"

"Bu' lass..  I ca' change.." he said between sobs.  You shook your head in disappointment, watching the intoxicated Scotsman pursue you yet again.  

"That's what you told me last time and the time before that Allistor!  What makes you think this time is any different?  You're already drunk!" you yelled.  Alistor grew angry to that comment and stepped closer to you.  

"I'm drunk because ye left me!  I'm drunk because I'm tryin' to drain me misery from loosin' ye!  God damn it __(f/n)__!  I loved ye so much an' I still do lass, why can't ye see tha'?" he said infuriated.  He grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled his face closer, "I know wha' I did back then was wrong lass…  But it's a dirty habit I would risk loosin' for ye…"  

You averted your gaze, your cheeks now stained in tears, Allistor tried rubbing them off but you smacked his hand away seething, "If you cared.. you would have stopped months ago.  You're not the same when you're drunk and I hate it." More tears spilled as you threw his hands off of your shoulders and whispered, "And I hate you."


Allistor stood there, silent, tears spilling from his bloodshot, forest green eyes as he watched you walk away.  But a sudden impulse caused him to grab your arm and flip you around, smashing his lips into yours.  He knew you didn't hate him…  He just knew you couldn't hate him.  You can't…

Give me love like never before,
'Cause lately I've been craving more,
And it's been a while but I still feel the same,
Maybe I should let you go,
You know I'll fight my corner,
And that tonight I'll call ya,
After my blood is drowning in alcohol,
No I just wanna hold ya.

You couldn't help but melt into the kiss, his lips wet from his salty tears, his breath laced in alcohol, his tongue coaxed in beer… it was addicting, the taste of the cigarettes and cigars that made the kiss so bitter yet so sweet.  He wrapped a strong arm around your waist and tangled his other hand in your (h/l) (h/c) hair, deepening the kiss.  

Losing your restraint completely, all your walls being torn down, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him as close to you as possible.  He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his built torso.  Tracing his fingers up and down your back, you whimpered to the delicate touch.  

"Upstairs…  right of the building… my loft…" you panted in between wet and sloppy kisses.  Allistor nodded and carried your small and gentile form up the stairs and into your loft, not even bothering to shut the door as he carried you to your room only to indulge himself in your touch, your warmth, in you.  

Give a little time to me or burn this out,
We'll play hide and seek to turn this around,
All I want is the taste that your lips allow,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
Give a little time to me, or burn this out,
We'll play hide and seek to turn this around,
All I want is the taste that your lips allow,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love.

~~

Allistor pulled you close to him and you set your head on his heaving, sweaty chest.  God, had you missed that man.  Yes, he was a drunk, but maybe that's something that needs working on…  

"__(f/n)__" Allistor whispered.  You looked up to meet his soft gaze.  

"Yes Al?"

"I promise, from this day on tha' I will quit drinkin'.  It will be tough and damn it, we are gon'a fight like cat and dog.  But woman, I love ye, ye can't just leave me like tha' again…  I went through a livin' hell withou' ye an' I don' think I can do it again."  You sighed and closed your eyes, smiling slightly as one tear trailed down your cheek.  

"That's all I asked for Allistor..." you whispered as you cried happily.  Allistor pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arm around you and tracing his fingers softly, up and down your spine.  

"Aye, an' it took me so long to realize it." He kissed you softly on your forehead and whispered, "Tha gaol agam ort."

You gave him a questioning look and he chuckled, "It means 'I love you' in Scottish Gaelic."  You smiled and captured his lips once more in a passionate kiss and said, "I love you too Allistor and I always will."

Allistor smiled, holding you close and mumbling, "Tháinig chugam d'uaigneas, is theangmhaigh sé le m'uaigneas.  Fuaireadar faoiseamh i bpóg" [1]

M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover…

~~

[1] It's a line from a Gaelic poem that I really liked, here's a translation:

"Your loneliness came to me
it touched my loneliness
and they got relief in a kiss"