his blood - timothée chalamet [18+]

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archer grabs me, tugging my legs, i try to kick him off me, but we were both flat on the ground and i was not strong enough to get up and run off. he's pulling me harder, this time he had me, pressing his body against me.

did timothée not kill him? after being shot four times? he wasn't dead after all? timothée how could you?

archer shouts out at me, words that my brain cannot functionally pick up, i was in great fear, all the built up trauma, him yelling at me, hurting me, manipulating me...it all led up to this.

he shoots me twice in the chest. a tear dropped for each shot.
this was the end of my story, i wish i can say the rest—but i'm dead.

i woke up with my legs wrapped around timothée's body. i must've jumped—cause now he's looking at me.

"you're burning up lacy," he says, grabbing a water bottle from the night stand. he gets up extremely fast, his eyebrows pulled together.

"i didn't mean to wake up,"

"no shush, it's fine," he holds my face gently, "are you feeling sick?"

i nod, still a bit dizzy, trying to grasp reality, drinking the water, "i'm okay timothée,"

"do you need something to eat?"
"no,"
"you wanna go for a walk?"
"no,"
"love do you need medicine?"
"no,"

he walks me to the bathroom, tabbing a cloth with water on face while i sat on the closed toilet. "i'm okay," i say again.
"i just had a bad dream,"

and so i did i told him, i even added parts of my past— that involved archer. the ashes of it all with his lying and hurting, the black soot that was left—left on my face and body. and the fire that HE started.
which almost killed me.
archer did all that.

timothée arms softly wrap around me, he whispers words i can only hear, "you are the stars in the sky lacy prescott. your story is written above—and although there is deep darkness...you still light up,"
"you were meant to shine, i fucking mean it." he says holding me to his heart.
"i love you lacy,"

my eyes were glazed, wet with tears, i looked up at him—completely stunned.
i didn't deserve timothée castellan.

"i think it's fair enough to see our star,"

we saw flynn again our star. the last time i've seen this star was when timothée arrived after a bloody battle and i thought he died. all my hopes were in that star. all my forever-lasting connection and wishful thinking.

i looked over to see timothée falling asleep, i didn't want to bother him, i placed a blanket over him and went out the halls.

i closed the door behind me and looked forward.

"hi!" i say nervously, we haven't talked alone since he tried to kiss me.

i walk to the other side of the hallway, while he heads to the opposite side. "wait,"

i stop moving, "yeah clyde?"

"we don't have to be weirdly awkward," he says.
"i don't think it is,"
"you totally do," he says.
"fine, just a little," i chuckled.

"so why you up? it's 3am," he asked.

"nothing,"

"you've been getting dreams too. bad. bad. dreams?"

"yeah..."

"mines are about dead bodies, wild isn't that?" clyde eyes widened, him and i go downstairs to the kitchen.

"mines was about psychopathic ex, life works wondrously," i say

he makes coffee, standing my the counter while i sat by the stool. "and sometimes i dream about us," clyde says, sitting beside me.
"not in a weird way or anything,"

"what are you saying clyde?"

"i'm saying that i lied about 100% being over us,"

i couldn't even look at clyde for some reason, maybe cause of the wrongful feeling of both brothers liking me, "you know it would've never worked,"

he glided the coffee to me, "i'm aware. i'm just guilty of feeling this way lacy,"

"clyde i appreciate all you do really. but i'm in love with timothée,"
"and i wish we could somehow overcome this and be really good friends,"

"i do hope for that someday too lacy,"
"for what it's worth, i think you're a great person prescott and timothée deserved someone like you,"

"thanks clyde," i say finally looking up at him,
"can we be friends?"

"come on lacy, you know i would never turn that down," he smiled. "yes, we are friends."