Tayvis one shots

Protective trav

The room buzzed with laughter, conversation, and music as Taylor and Travis entered the exclusive party. It was one of those nights in L.A. where celebrities, athletes, and industry insiders mingled in the glow of flashing lights and expensive cocktails. Taylor had been to countless events like this before, but tonight felt different. Tonight, she wasn't here as Taylor Swift, global superstar—she was here as Travis Kelce's date, a role she had grown to love over the past few months.

Travis's hand was firmly placed on the small of her back as they walked in, his presence comforting. He had a way of making even the most chaotic environments feel safe, grounding her in a world where everything often felt too loud and too fast.

"Stick with me, and we'll survive this together," he whispered into her ear, making her laugh as he steered her toward a quieter corner of the room.

"I'll hold you to that," she smiled, squeezing his hand. Travis had made everything easier since they started dating—his warmth, his down-to-earth attitude, and his quiet protectiveness made her feel like she could let her guard down in ways she hadn't in a long time.

They'd only been at the party for about an hour when it happened.

Taylor had been chatting with some mutual friends while Travis went to grab them drinks from the bar. The conversation was light, easy, filled with laughter, when she felt it—that unmistakable feeling that someone was watching her. She looked up, and there he was.

Joe.

The familiar pang in her chest caught her off guard, as it always did when she saw him. She hadn't been prepared for this. Seeing her ex-boyfriend, Joe Alwyn, in person after months of avoiding each other wasn't something she had expected tonight. She hadn't even known he'd be here.

For a moment, everything around her blurred—the sounds of laughter, the music, the party itself—all fading into the background as their eyes met across the room. Joe stood with a group of people, but his gaze was fixed on her, his expression unreadable. There was no anger, no sadness—just a calm, steady look that made her feel exposed.

Taylor's heart raced. She hadn't spoken to him since the breakup. The months of silence had been painful but necessary. She'd poured her heartbreak into her music, trying to process the end of something she had once thought would last forever. But seeing him now, here, in this place where she was supposed to be happy, stirred up old emotions she thought she had buried.

Just as she was trying to steady herself, Travis reappeared at her side, two drinks in hand. His easy smile faltered the moment he noticed the change in her expression, his gaze following hers until it landed on Joe.

Travis's entire demeanor shifted. His usually relaxed, laid-back stance straightened, and his jaw clenched. He'd never met Joe, but he knew enough about their history to understand why seeing him would throw Taylor off balance. Without saying a word, Travis handed her one of the drinks and placed a firm, reassuring hand on her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"You okay?" he asked quietly, his voice low, his eyes never leaving Joe.

Taylor swallowed hard, trying to regain her composure. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just... I wasn't expecting to see him here."

Travis nodded, his hand tightening slightly on her hip as he watched Joe. It wasn't just a protective gesture—it was a statement. He was here. He wasn't going anywhere.

Taylor appreciated the way Travis didn't push her to talk, didn't make her explain the flood of emotions she was suddenly grappling with. He just stood there, solid and steady, letting her know that whatever she was feeling, he was right there with her.

But the reprieve didn't last long. Out of the corner of her eye, Taylor saw Joe begin to make his way toward them. She tensed, instinctively moving closer to Travis, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't know if she was ready for this—for a conversation that would inevitably stir up the heartbreak she had worked so hard to heal from.

Travis noticed the shift in her body language immediately. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her even closer to his side. "He's coming over," Travis muttered under his breath. There was a protective edge to his voice, and Taylor could feel the tension radiating off him.

Before she could respond, Joe was standing in front of them.

"Taylor," Joe said, his British accent soft, but his eyes sharp as they flickered from her to Travis and back again. There was a strange silence that settled between them—a silence filled with everything that had been left unsaid between her and Joe.

"Joe," Taylor responded, her voice quieter than she intended. She could feel Travis's hand tighten on her waist, grounding her in the moment.

Joe's gaze shifted to Travis, taking in the sight of him standing protectively beside her. There was an unspoken understanding between the two men, and Taylor could feel the tension rising.

"Travis," Joe said, his voice calm, though there was something unreadable in his expression. "I don't think we've met."

Travis didn't move, didn't offer his hand. His posture remained solid, his arm still around Taylor. "We haven't," he said, his voice clipped but not aggressive. "But I know who you are."

Joe nodded slightly, his gaze returning to Taylor. "I didn't mean to interrupt," he said, his tone measured, as if he was trying to find the right words. "I just wanted to say hi. It's been a while."

Taylor swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. "Yeah, it has," she replied, unsure of what else to say. There was so much history between them, so much left unresolved, but now wasn't the time or place to dive into any of it.

The silence that followed was thick, uncomfortable. Joe glanced at Travis again, his expression unreadable. "I'm glad to see you're doing well, Taylor," he said after a moment, though his voice was tinged with something that felt like regret.

Taylor nodded, her heart aching in a way she hadn't expected. "Thanks," she said softly.

Joe lingered for a second longer, his eyes flickering between her and Travis once more before he gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. "Take care, Taylor," he said, his voice quiet, before turning and walking away.

As soon as he was gone, Taylor let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. The tension in her body slowly began to melt, but her mind was still reeling from the unexpected encounter.

Travis's hand never left her waist. He turned to her, his eyes softening as he studied her face. "You okay?"

Taylor nodded, though she didn't feel entirely okay. "Yeah," she whispered. "I just... I didn't think I'd see him again, not like this."

Travis shifted, turning her so she was facing him fully. His hands moved to cradle her face gently, his thumbs brushing her cheeks as he looked at her with concern and love. "You don't have to explain anything to me," he said quietly. "I know seeing him brought up a lot. But I'm right here, okay? I've got you."

The kindness in his voice, the warmth in his touch, broke down the walls she had been trying to hold up. Her eyes filled with tears—not because she still had feelings for Joe, but because she was overwhelmed by how safe she felt with Travis. Safe in a way she hadn't felt in a long time.

"I'm okay," she repeated, but this time, she felt a little more certain. "I'm okay because you're here."

Travis smiled, his forehead resting against hers. "I'll always be here."

And in that moment, standing in a crowded party with the echoes of her past swirling around her, Taylor realized that it wasn't Joe who had the power to hurt her anymore. She had moved on. She had found something better, something real, in Travis. And no matter what ghosts from her past appeared, she knew now that she didn't have to face them alone.

As they stood together, wrapped in each other's arms, the rest of the world fell away. It was just them—Taylor and Travis—stronger together, no matter what came their way.