omg hiiiii. could i request a trunks x reader where it’s inspired by the song “dark red” by steve lacy? for some reason it seems so fitting. THANK U SM I LOVE YOUR WRITING :D
Thankyou 😭 I wasn't sure which Trunks you wanted so I went with the hottest one- Future Trunks.
When Trunks looked at you he saw Hope. He saw what he was fighting for in this messed up version of his existence.
Trunks said a prayer at night. He didn't know to what god- if any- but he said a prayer begging whoever was out there that you looked at him the same way he looked at you.
Death was always around the corner for the two of you, a shadow looming in your wake of the Grim Reaper wielding a lengthy scythe. Sometimes, he saw the hope drain from your eyes when you became tired, and quiet.
He would give you a big smile and tell you to get back up and keep going, and assure you he was at your side.
But he wanted more than to just be at your side. He wanted to curl around your sleeping form at night and kiss your neck, hold your waist. He wanted YOU.
You sat beside him in the bunker, a little metal barrell infront of you both with burning paper licking out of the air holes. You both warmed your fingers and spoke about your journey, your survival so far.
His blue eyes flickered in the dull orange glow of the fire, as he watched your face as you spoke.
"Trunks-?" You frowned. He was totally lost in your eyes, just staring with an empty expression. When you said his name, he seemed to whir to life, blinking and glancing away.
"Sorry i-" he began, but he didn't have a good enough excuse. He had been wondering what it would be like to just.. kiss you.
"Are you alright?" You pressed, leaning forward to put your hand on his sympathetically. "You look a little lost there."
He glanced down at his enveloped hand- although it was barely enveloped because against his, your hands were almost pathetically small. It made him blush, and turn his hand over so he could link his fingers with yours.
"I was just thinking." He said, still looking at your entwined hands.
"About what?" You gave his hand a little squeeze. The tips of his fingers were cold against your knuckles.
He couldn't look you in the eye, for fear of giving his heart away too soon. "Us, mostly." His gently but gravelly voice seemed to waiver slightly, as he squeezed your hand back.
"Us?" Something in your chest moved heat to your cheeks. There was an 'us'?
"I.. I have feelings for you. Its kinda getting hard to ignore it." Trunks' eyes finally flicked up to meet yours. They were brimming with unspoken emotion, and his pupils seemed to widen once they fell upon you. Your heart kicked up, and started thrumming in your ears.
"What?" You couldn't quite believe your ears.
He sighed and closed his eyes, gathering whatever bravado confidence he may have inherited from his late father. "I'm in love with you."
You weren't sure what you said or how he moved so fast, but very suddenly, his arms were rapped around you, his familiar dusky smell surrounding your senses. He pressed his mouth to yours in a gentle, inexperienced kiss. Your hands came up to touch his hair, running your fingers through the coloured locks.
You had been too busy just surviving that you had forgotten to live. And you hadn't even noticed how much you loved Trunks.
