his blood - timothée chalamet [18+]

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the sun rays peaked through the window of our room—i should say my room now.

it's been a day in a half, he started looking over at him. but he never spoke. just quick glances.

i think i cried every hours, my throat became weak, i felt helpless.

i'm not one to beg, but today was probably the day i might've. but he seems like he hates me too much to even say anything.

so i sat and pondered, till my thoughts killed me.

timothée rushes into the room, he doesn't say anything, putting his hands over my mouth. my eyes widen, i try to push him off me, widening my eyes even more.

he nods, he's moving frantically, looking out the window.
he gestures me to stay quiet, shhh.

soon enough the sounds of helicopters appeared from the sky, the continuous sounds of the wings spinning back and forth, loud, wind pushing louder through the cracks of the window.

bullets went through the windows and walls, timothée grabs me, holding my head with his hands, covering me from all the bullet taking fire.

"lacy i need you to go downstairs. hide in the basement clyde and everyone is there!" he yells. he then pulls out ARs shooting back at the window, reloading faster than the rest of the enemies outside.

"timothée are you coming too?" i say, my voice weakens.

"i'm watching out for you prescott! now go!" he says shooting more rounds.

and i ran, it took a lot but i had to.

i hated running, maybe because it reminded me of archer.
the more i ran...the more i realized i was leaving timothée behind—the same way i did to archer.
and it didn't turn out good...
it never does whenever i run.

clyde is in the basement, there was built in hide out and a door that led to outside, clyde grabs my hand.

"is my brother okay lacy?" he asked.

for some reason his words blurred, i felt like a ghost, staring into the ground, forgetting how to speak, he shakes me gently, tilting his head.

"come on lacy yes or no!"

i nodded, felt like i've nodded a million times because of how overwhelmed i was. "he's okay."

"okay the plan is working perfectly," clyde says, he unpacks fun, carrying one into his hand and placing on softly to my chest.

"we aren't gonna leave timothée right?!" i asked, i held the gun to my chest, his hands still there.

"the plan is to leave timothée...for now lacy,"
"now take the gun,"

i take the gun, "you can. i'm not!"
i gently grab belle, kissing her the top of her, "clyde will lead you to safety," i say.

"but lacy. you go everywhere with me—just like last time, you can't go," she looked concerned, her brows pushed together.

"belle,"

"lacy,"

"you can do this," i say.

so then i watched her take the basement door leading to the outside, i rushed up the steps, bullets still flying through the home. i cover my head, dodging, till i made it to the room i left timothée.

but by the door, a man was there, already holding a gun near timothée, i shoot the man, no hesitation, no fear, no pauses.

i did anything to protect my man.

"castellan," i say.

timothée looks at me, with his soft elegant eyes, he was shock to see the dead man in front of him, timothée could've died if i didn't go upstairs.

and that's what i fear.
running away from my lover.
and i will never do that again, not even for a second.
timothée castellan was my forever.
we were each other's protector.
he is mines.

"lacy," he says, for a moment the shooting stopped, everything stopped, the sounds ended when i met timothée eye to eye.

and then i felt it, the cold rush dripped through my arm, i held it, i open my hand to see blood slipping through my finger tips.

how didn't i realize?
i've been shot.

i fall to the ground, timothée holds me, "lacy!" he shouted, pushing my hair away from my face, "you're okay. it'll be okay," he says over and over again.

he holds me tighter, wrapping cloth from his shirt on my arm.

"it's okay love,"

"i don't think i can pull through," i say, i lift my hands seeing i was turning pale, blue almost.

"no no no don't say that, i'm not gonna let you,"
"lacy it's gonna be fine,"

"no it's not,"
"timothée,"

the world became blurry, his words weren't appearing in my mind, his face wasn't either. he was fading.

"come on lacy! stay up!" he cried out, he was panicked, still wrapping my arm to stop the bleeding, my head was on his lap.

"i'm trying. i'm trying," i say quiet and weak.

"hey hey hey, lacy open your eyes baby," he says.
"come on please..."
"please lacy,,"
"lac...."