𝑴𝒚 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝑴𝒚 𝑾𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 | 𝗈𝖼 𝗑 𝗈𝖼
Noah Hunt doesn't believe in fate.
She believes in cold rinks, bruised knuckles, late-night drives, and winning even if it costs her. As captain of the hockey team, she's reckless, sharp-edged, and impossible to hold onto.
Lily Lynch believes in patterns.
In pressed flowers between book pages. In poetry written softly in the margins. In the way people reveal themselves when they think no one is looking.
They shouldn't make sense.
But when Noah gets hurt, Lily feels it.
When Lily's heart skips, Noah's pulse changes.
And neither of them knows why.
Surrounded by loyal friends, quiet observers, and a connection neither of them are ready to name, they begin to understand something terrifying:
Some bonds don't explode into existence.
They pull.
Slow. Inevitable. Gravitational.
The first time Lily writes the words "My moon, my woman" in the corner of her notebook, she doesn't realize she's writing about the girl who's been orbiting her all along.
And Noah Hunt definitely doesn't realize she's already caught in the tide.
1,2,3,4 (okay I planned this fic for a long time so hehe)
