Ember X Wade oneshots

The result of horrible things

Ember and Wade had been together for several years. Their relationship was rooted in deep mutual respect and love. Ember, with her fiery spirit, was driven by her family's legacy, managing the intricate Fireplace operations alongside her father. Wade, a Water element, balanced Ember's fire with his calming presence. He was a compassionate and empathetic soul, admired for his transparency and sensitivity.

Their relationship, however, was not without its challenges. Despite their love, their differences occasionally sparked heated arguments. Ember's fiery determination sometimes clashed with Wade's more fluid, patient approach. One such evening, their differences boiled over into a significant confrontation.

It was a chilly autumn night. The leaves rustled outside as Ember and Wade were in the midst of a heated discussion in their cozy home. Ember had been increasingly frustrated with the demands of managing the Fireplace, which had left her little time for Wade or their relationship. Wade, on the other hand, felt neglected and unappreciated, which only added to his frustration.

"Wade, you don't understand how much pressure I'm under! The Fireplace requires constant attention, and it's not like I can just abandon it," Ember shouted, her voice filled with frustration.

Wade, standing by the window with his back to Ember, spoke softly but firmly, "I do understand pressure, Ember. But I also know that you're shutting me out. I feel like I'm losing you to the Fireplace."

Ember's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and sadness. "You don't get it, Wade. My parents sacrificed everything for me. I can't let their efforts go to waste. I have to keep this going. It's not just a job; it's a part of who I am."

Wade turned to face her, his normally calm demeanor strained. "It feels like you're using that as an excuse to avoid our problems. I'm here too, Ember. I need you to be present with me, not just physically but emotionally."

The argument escalated. Wade, feeling cornered, let out a harsh comment in a moment of frustration. "Sometimes I wonder if this is all you know how to do. It's like you're the result of something you had to endure, not someone who genuinely wants to be with me."

Ember was stunned. Wade's words cut deeply, and the mention of abuse, even if metaphorical, felt like a betrayal. She took a step back, tears welling in her eyes. "How dare you speak to me like that? My family's sacrifices and my hard work mean everything to me, and you think it's just abuse?"

Seeing the pain in her eyes, Wade immediately regretted his words. He reached out, but Ember stepped away. "Ember, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I was just overwhelmed and frustrated. Please, let's talk this through."

Ember shook her head, her voice trembling. "You've crossed a line, Wade. I need some space."

Wade nodded, his heart aching as Ember left the room. Alone, he reflected on the gravity of his words. He realized that his frustration had driven him to say something that was both hurtful and untrue. He knew he had to make amends.

After some time, Ember returned. She had calmed down, but the pain from the earlier exchange was still visible in her eyes. Wade approached her cautiously.

"Ember, I've had time to think," he began, his voice gentle. "I'm so sorry for what I said. It was a terrible thing to say, and it wasn't reflective of how I truly feel about you. My frustration got the better of me, and I took it out on you unfairly."

Ember looked at him, her expression softening. "Wade, I understand that we're both under a lot of pressure. But I need you to understand my side too. This work is not just a burden to me; it's a legacy and a responsibility I carry deeply."

Wade nodded. "I do understand that now. And I should have been more supportive instead of letting my frustrations cloud my judgment. I want us to work through this together, not let it drive a wedge between us."

Ember took a deep breath and reached for Wade's hand. "Let's promise to communicate better and not let our frustrations lead us to hurtful words. We both have our own struggles, and we need to be allies, not adversaries."

Wade squeezed her hand, relieved and grateful. "Agreed. I'll always be here for you, and I'll work on being more understanding and patient. We're in this together."

As they embraced, the warmth of their reconciliation was a testament to their love and commitment. They knew that their journey together would have its ups and downs, but their resolve to support and understand each other would be the foundation of their enduring bond.