TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Break In

A/N I FEAR KIKI IS AFFECTING ME

TW// SHIT I'VE NEVER DONE ONE OF THOSE BEFORE

GUNS IG

I WONT KILL ANYONE THO

THIS WAS A REQUESTTT FROM

IDEK WHAT'S GOING ON WHEN I TRY TO TAG PPL

PLS VOTE AND COMMENT :))))

Travis' POV 

The sound of shattering glass ripped me from sleep.

For a second, I thought I had imagined it. But then—there it was again. A sharp *crash*, followed by a muffled noise that sent a jolt of ice through my veins.

I was out of bed before my mind could fully catch up, instincts kicking in. Taylor stirred beside me, her sleepy voice breaking through the darkness.

"Trav?" she murmured, confusion thick in her voice.

"Shh," I whispered, already stepping toward the bedroom door. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, fingers fumbling to dial 911, but before I could even hit the call, I heard it—heavy footsteps downstairs.

Someone was in the house.

My heart pounded. My first thought wasn't even of myself—it was of them. Taylor. Our daughter.

I turned back to Taylor, who was sitting up now, her eyes wide with fear as she clutched the blanket. "Take her and hide," I whispered, my voice urgent. "Now."

She didn't argue. She moved fast, slipping out of bed and hurrying toward the nursery across the hall. I caught a glimpse of her lifting our daughter—our little girl, barely two years old—into her arms before disappearing into the closet.

Good. She was safe.

Now it was my job to make sure it stayed that way.

I crept down the hallway, my whole body tense. The shadows of the house stretched long and dark in the dim glow from the streetlights outside. My breath was steady, but my hands were curled into fists, my body coiled like a loaded spring.

Then I saw him.

A figure moving through the living room. Black clothes. Mask. A glint of something metallic in his hand.

A gun.

Rage flooded my system.

"You picked the wrong house," I growled, stepping forward.

The guy spun around, startled. For a second, we just stared at each other. Then he raised his gun.

I didn't think. I lunged.

We hit the ground hard. The gun skidded across the floor, but he was fast—faster than I expected. His elbow cracked against my ribs as he twisted, trying to break free. I got one solid punch in, right to his jaw, and he grunted in pain.

But then—

BANG

A white-hot pain exploded in my side.

I gasped, my body locking up for a split second before I forced myself to keep fighting. No. I wasn't going down. I couldn't. Not with Taylor and our baby upstairs.

I barely registered the sound of sirens wailing in the distance as I managed to land another hit, knocking the guy off balance. He staggered back just as the front door burst open—police officers flooding into the house, shouting orders.

The intruder barely had time to react before they tackled him to the ground.

But me? I was sinking.

I pressed a hand to my side, warm blood seeping through my fingers. My vision blurred.

Then I heard her.

"Travis!"

Taylor's POV

The moment I heard the gunshot, my heart stopped.

I didn't even think—I just ran.

The closet door slammed open behind me as I bolted from the nursery, clutching my daughter tight to my chest. My vision tunneled, my whole body trembling as I flew down the stairs, desperate—terrified.

Then I saw him.

Travis was slumped against the wall, blood staining his shirt.

I nearly collapsed right there. "No—no, no, no—" I was at his side in an instant, my free hand reaching for his face, cradling it gently. His skin was clammy, his breathing ragged.

His lips twitched into the faintest smile. "Hey, Tay." His voice was weak, but still him.

"You're gonna be okay," I choked out, pushing down the rising panic. "The ambulance is coming, just—just stay with me, okay?"

I could feel my daughter shifting in my arms, confused and scared. "Dada?" she mumbled sleepily, her tiny hands reaching for him.

Travis let out a soft breath, forcing his eyes open to look at her. "Hey, baby girl," he murmured, his voice filled with so much love it shattered me.

The paramedics stormed in seconds later, and I had to let them pull me away as they worked on him. Tears blurred my vision, my body trembling as I clutched my daughter tight.

Travis' POV

Everything was kind of a blur after that. I remembered the hospital, the bright lights, the pain. Taylor was there through all of it, holding my hand, her eyes full of unshed tears.

"You're okay," she whispered, over and over again. "You're okay."

And I was.

It took surgery, a lot of stitches, and a couple of weeks of recovery, but I made it.

I was alive.

I was home.

And when I held my daughter in my arms again, when Taylor curled into my side, warm and safe, I knew one thing for certain—

I'd take a bullet for them all over again if I had to.

Because they were my whole world.

And nothing—nothing—was ever going to take them from me.  

A/N I THINK I'LL LEAVE THIS TO THE PROFESSIONALS 

MORE REQUESTS HERE (I AM STILL WORKING ON THE OTHERS DW)

I'M GOING TO PARIS IN EIGHT DAYS AHH AND I NEED TO KNOW WHETHER TO STREAM ON REPEAT SABRINA OR TAYLOR'S SONG 

I MIGHT SCHEDULE SOME ONE SHOTS TO BE POSTED WHILE I'M GONE CAUSE FOR ONCE MY ONE SHOT SCHEDULE IS ACTUALLY SOMEWHAT DECENT