summary: nicholas and reader are filming an intense scene and nicholas gets a bit carried away…
warning: blood, steamy make out, awkwardness??
During the filming of an intense kiss scene, Nicholas and I were fully immersed in our characters. The scene demanded high emotions and raw energy, and both of us were giving it our all. As the camera rolled, Nicholas's character was supposed to passionately kiss my character, conveying a mix of longing and desperation.
As the scene progressed, Nicholas's intensity grew. He stepped closer to me, his eyes locking onto mine with a fiery determination. I matched his energy, my own performance equally powerful. The tension between us was palpable, and everyone on set could feel the electricity in the air. It felt like everyone in the room disappeared when he looked at me.
Suddenly, Nicholas got carried away. In the heat of the moment, he kissed me with more force than intended, his grip on me tightening. I tasted blood in the mix of kisses realizing he bit down too hard on my lip. I, stayed in character, but the director quickly noticed the shift.
"Cut!" the director shouted, stepping forward. The crew rushed in, and Nicholas immediately realized his mistake. He pulled back, his face flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, y/n," he said, his voice filled with genuine concern. Reaching his hand to my bloody lip but pulling back.
I smiled reassuringly, taking a deep breath. "It's okay, Nicholas. We were both really into it. Let's just take a breather and try again." I rest my hand over his bicep.
The director nodded in agreement, "Great energy, both of you. Let's reset and go from the top, but remember to keep it controlled. I loved that though Father Charlie and c/n need to have that fire."
As we prepared for the next take, Nicholas and I shared a quick laugh, shaking off the intensity of the moment. We knew that our chemistry and dedication to our roles were what made our scenes so powerful, but we also understood the importance of maintaining control.
summary: you’re fathers doctor is drawn to you and you can’t deny how drain you are to him
Dr. Charlie Mayhew was a man of precision and control, his life meticulously ordered within the sterile walls of the hospital. Yet, beneath his composed exterior, a storm brewed. His days were filled with the monotony of medical routines until y/n entered his world. She was the daughter of one of his patients, a beacon of light in the dark corridors of the hospital.
Y/ns visits were frequent, her presence a stark contrast to the clinical coldness that surrounded them. There was an intensity in her eyes that drew Charlie in, a forbidden allure that he couldn't resist. Their interactions were charged with an undercurrent of tension, each glance and touch igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both.
One evening, as the hospital quieted, Charlie found himself unable to resist the pull any longer. He sought her out, finding her in the dimly lit garden where shadows danced around them. The air was thick with unspoken desires as he approached her.
"Y/n," he whispered, his voice rough with longing. "I can't keep pretending this isn't happening."
She turned to him, her eyes dark and filled with a hunger that mirrored his own. "I've felt it too, Charlie. This... whatever it is between us, it's like a dark force pulling us together."
Their meetings grew more clandestine, each encounter more intense than the last. They found solace in the secrecy, their affair a dangerous dance that teetered on the edge of discovery. The thrill of the forbidden only heightened their passion, each stolen moment a testament to the depths of their desire.
One night, in the shadows of the hospital's deserted wing, Charlie pulled y/n into a hidden alcove. Their breaths mingled, the air electric with anticipation. "This is madness," he murmured against her lips. "But I can't stop."
Y/n fingers tangled in his hair, her voice a breathless whisper. "Then don't. Let the madness consume us."
Our kiss was fierce, a collision of need and desperation. In the darkness, we surrendered to the forbidden, our affair a tempest of passion and peril. We knew the risks, the potential for ruin, but in each other's arms, we found a twisted kind of salvation.
As our relationship deepened, the lines between right and wrong blurred, leaving us both ensnared in a web of dark romance. The hospital became our secret sanctuary, a place where our forbidden love could thrive in the shadows, unseen and unchallenged.
The hospital was eerily quiet one night, the usual hustle and bustle replaced by a haunting stillness. Charlie had been on edge all day, the anticipation of seeing y/n again gnawing at him. He knew it was dangerous, that anyone could walk in at any moment, but the risk only fueled his desire.
He found me in an empty room, the dim lighting casting long shadows on the walls. I was waiting for him, my eyes filled with the same longing that burned within him. Without a word, he closed the door behind him and crossed the room in a few quick strides.
Our lips met in a heated, desperate kiss, years of restraint and propriety melting away in an instant. Charlie's hands roamed over my body, pulling me closer, needing to feel every inch of me against him. I responded with equal fervor, my fingers threading through his hair as I pressed myself against him.
The room seemed to disappear around them, leaving only the two of us lost in our passion. Charlie's heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the intensity of our embrace. He backed me up against the wall, his lips never leaving mine, our kiss deepening with each passing second.
I moaned softly against his mouth, my hands clutching at his shirt, pulling him even closer. The sound drove Charlie wild, his desire for me growing with every touch, every gasp. He trailed kisses down my neck, savoring the taste of my skin, the way I shivered under his touch.
"Charlie," I whispered, my voice a mix of need and urgency. "We shouldn't... but I can't stop."
"Neither can I," he murmured against my skin. "I need you, y/n. I need you now."
Our kisses grew more frantic, our hands exploring, claiming. The world outside that room ceased to exist, leaving only the two of us, caught in the throes of our forbidden passion. It was reckless, it was dangerous, but in that moment, it was everything.
Charlie’s hands moved to his tie, loosening it with a sense of urgency. He tossed it aside, his focus solely on me. Our kisses grew more heated, our breaths mingling in the confined space. Just as he was about to deepen the kiss, the door burst open.
A nurse rushed in, her face pale and eyes wide with alarm. "Dr. Mayhew! It's d/n ! We need you right now!"
The words hit them like a splash of cold water. I pulled away, my heart racing for an entirely different reason now. "What happened?" I asked, panic creeping into my voice.
The nurse didn't waste any time. "He's taken a turn for the worse. We need you in his room immediately."
Charlie and I exchanged a look, our moment shattered. Without another word, we hurried out of the room, our passionate encounter forgotten in the face of the urgent news about my dad.
We rushed down the hallway, the urgency of the nurse's words propelling us forward. When we reached my dad's room, they found him sitting up in bed, looking slightly confused but otherwise fine.
The nurse, now catching her breath, quickly checked the monitors and then turned to me with an apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry, it looks like it was a false alarm. His vitals are stable, and there's no immediate concern."
I let out a sigh of relief, my heart still pounding from the scare. I glanced at Charlie, who gave me a reassuring nod. The tension that had built up during our passionate moment shifted into a shared sense of relief and gratitude.
I approached my dad, taking his hand gently. "I'm glad you're okay, Dad," I said softly.
Charlie stood back, giving them a moment, but his eyes never left y/n. The intensity of their earlier encounter lingered in the air, a reminder of the deep connection they shared, even in the face of unexpected interruptions.
After making sure my dad was comfortable and everything was truly okay, we stepped out into the hallway. The adrenaline was still coursing through our veins, but now it was mixed with a sense of relief.
I leaned against the wall, trying to steady my breath. "That was close," I said, a small laugh escaping my lips. "We almost got caught."
Charlie chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, that was definitely a close call. I don't think my heart has ever raced that fast."
I looked at him, my eyes softening. "Thank you for being here, Charlie. I don't know what I would have done without you."
He stepped closer, his expression serious but tender. "You don't have to thank me, y/n. I'm here for you, always."
We stood there for a moment, the intensity of our earlier moment still lingering between them. Despite the scare, it was clear that our connection had only grown stronger through the shared experience.
Dr. Charlie had always been passionate about his work, but lately, the stress had been getting to him especially with him and y/n’s affair. His anger issues were starting to surface more frequently, and y/n could see the change in him. One evening, after a particularly grueling day, Charlie's frustration boiled over.
"Why can't anything just go right?" he snapped, slamming a stack of papers onto his desk. I watched him, my heart aching for him but also feeling a pang of fear.
"Charlie, you need to calm down," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "This isn't like you."
He turned to me, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and desperation. "You don't understand, y/n. The pressure is unbearable, and then there's you... I can't stop thinking about you, and it's fucking driving me insane!"
I felt a surge of fear and frustration. "Charlie, you're scaring me. I care about you, but you can't keep taking your anger out on me. It's not fair."
Charlie took a step back, his expression softening as he realized the impact of his words. "I'm sorry, y/n. I didn't mean to frighten you. It's just... everything feels like it's falling apart, and I don't know how to handle it."
I bit back my own tears, my voice firm. "I understand you're stressed, but you need to find a way to deal with it without lashing out. We both have our struggles, and we need to support each other, not tear each other down."
Charlie nodded, the fire in his eyes dimming. "You're right. I need to get a grip on my anger, for both our sakes. I'm sorry, y/n. I'll do better."
We stood there, the tension slowly easing as we faced the reality of our situation. It was clear that our relationship was a source of both strength and stress, and we would need to navigate it carefully if we were to find any semblance of peace.
As Charlie stood there, the weight of his apology hanging in the air, I took a hesitant step forward. The tension between us was palpable, a mix of unresolved emotions and unspoken words. I could see the sincerity in his eyes, the genuine remorse.
"Charlie," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I know you're trying. I can see it."
Before I could say anything else, Charlie closed the distance between us, his hands gently cupping my face. Our eyes locked, and in that moment, all the anger, fear, and confusion seemed to melt away. He leaned in, capturing my lips in a heated kiss.
I responded instantly, my arms wrapping around his neck as I pressed myself against him. The kiss was intense, filled with all the emotions we had been holding back. Charlie's hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer as he backed me up against his desk.
Papers scattered to the floor as we continued to kiss, our passion taking over. Charlie lifted me onto the desk, his lips never leaving mine. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just the two of us, lost in the moment.
When we finally pulled away, both of us were breathless. Charlie rested his forehead against mine, his hands still holding mine close. "I don't ever want to lose you," he murmured, his voice filled with raw emotion.
I smiled softly, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "You won't," I promised. "We'll figure this out together."
In that moment, we both knew that despite the challenges ahead, our connection was stronger than ever.
a/n: I wanted to write about Dr. Charlie even tho I love father charlie. Sooo this is kinda following the plot but y/n and charlie were together in Lois coma…. not proofread
Dr. Charlie Mayhew was a dedicated and skilled physician, known for his calm demeanor and exceptional care. Me, equally committed and compassionate, worked alongside him in the bustling hospital. We had a great professional relationship, often relying on each other during the most challenging cases.
One day, we were assigned to care for a patient named Mrs. Lois Tryon , who had been in a coma for several weeks. Miraculously, Mrs. Tryon woke up one afternoon when Dr. Charlie was assigned to pass her on, much to the delight of Charlie and I. As she slowly regained her strength, she began sharing vivid dreams she had experienced during her coma to a specialist.
"You two were always together in her dreams," the specialist told us."It was like you were a couple, always by each other's side, as a priest and detective, but in some perverted ways.” Charlie and Lauren exchanged amused glances, at the specialist comments. "Well, we're just good colleagues," Charlie said, smiling. I felt a little pit in my stomach when he said that.
As the days went by, the specialist words lingered in my mind. I found myself thinking about him more often, noticing little things I hadn't before. Sure charlie is an attractive guy but I never thought I’d be with him in that way. He’s my boss, I appreciated Charlie's wisdom and gentle nature.
One evening, after a particularly long shift, we ended up in elevator together. As the elevator doors slid shut, the air between Dr. Charlie and me crackled with unspoken tension. “Maybe Mrs. Tryon was onto something," Charlie said, breaking the comfortable silence. "I've been thinking a lot about what the specialist told us she said, and I can't help but wonder if there's more between us than just being colleagues."
I looked into his eyes, feeling a flutter in my chest. "I've been thinking the same thing, Charlie. I really enjoy spending time with you, and I think there's something special between us." "Let's see where this goes, y/n. I think we owe it to ourselves to find out." Without another word, Charlie closed the distance between us, his hands gently cupping my face. Their eyes met, and in that instant, the world outside the elevator ceased to exist. Slowly, he leaned in, our breaths mingling as our lips finally met in a searing kiss.
The kiss was intense, filled with all the passion and longing we had kept bottled up for so long. Charlie's hands slid down to my waist, pulling me closer as our bodies pressed together. My fingers tangled in his hair, deepening the kiss as i poured all my feelings into that one moment.
Time seemed to stand still as we kissed, the elevator continuing its silent ascent. When we finally pulled apart, both were breathless, our foreheads resting against each other.
As the elevator doors opened, we knew that nothing would ever be the same.
Summary: what begins as a case for y/n takes a turn to something far more difficult for y/n to resist
disclaimer: I’m not catholic and no disrespect to the religion at all just been wanting to write about him and the show. This is just a work of fiction. (Loosely follows the plot) I jus write for fun so I’m not giving it my all, be nice ;) and enjoy
Warnings: making out, blasphemy?, forbidden love, sexual themes, not proofread
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There's an undeniable allure to a man who is off-limits.
The office was noisy with the recent murders going on. Some psychopath was killing people and putting them into religious meaning. We have no clue who could be doing something like this. Lois was currently talking to some nun that came in here. She has a very weird vibe from her considering she’s a nun. I think Lois thinks so too considering how she’s looking at her.
I feel like I’m going insane lately. Considering I haven’t been able to sleep after seeing those things. Even in my dreams I can’t escape them. You think no matter how many years you’ve been working like this you’d be used to these things by now. I sat at my desk, the hum of the precinct filling the air as i sifted through a mountain of paperwork. The phone rang incessantly, and the chatter of my colleagues created a constant background noise.
Just as I was about to take a sip of my now lukewarm coffee, my boss, Lois, burst into the room. "Y/n, I need you on this one," Lois said, urgency in her voice. “Im gonna need you to follow that nun and the priest she was talking about to see what you can get off her” she says pointing at the nun walking out of the building. “What, you thinking she has something to do with the murders?” “No, at least not alone but I just there’s something about her.”
So here I was walking into a chapel for Sunday mass. Sunlight seeping in through the stain glass. Church bells ringing in my ears. The smell of old wood. Somewhere I haven’t been since I was 16 years old. I sit in the back behind an elderly couple hoping to go unnoticed. I noticed the priest sitting in his chair tapping his hand along to the choir. He’s wearing these dark red boots along with his priest attire seeming very serious. He looked very young for a priest, and was very attractive.
The choir stops and a light beams down on him. He stood up and started speaking to the congregation. I watched as Nun Megan looked up at him amazed. I zoned out until it was over. I watch as everyone flows out of the chapel stopping to speak to the priest first of course. I stand up to leave when I see the nun running around the corner. I seem to zone out on her suspicious whereabouts when I hear someone clear their throat behind me. “Shit you scared me” I turn around and meet face to face with the priest. “Oh forgive me father I-“
“It’s quite alright we all have our vices” he smiles. “I noticed you while I was speaking, I’ve never seen you before what made you want to come to our church? The blog?” He asks eagerly. “Um…I don’t know what blog you’re talking about? But no, I’m catholic I’ve just been inactive for a while and thought I should reconnect with the church.” “Oh well welcome back, we’re glad to have you.” “Me too…I’m y/n” I say reaching out my hand. He puts my hand in between both of his hands holding it. “Father Charlie Mayhew.” He smiles.
I notice movement to the right of me seeing sister Megan watching us. I drop my hand from his and act like I don’t notice her. “Well I better get going I enjoyed your sermon” I say backing away from him after noticing how close I was standing to him. He looked over noticing sister Megan too. I decided to leave so I wouldn’t draw too much attention. “Nice boots” I say as I proceed to walk out of the chapel.
I feel someone run up next to me, looking over to see sister Megan. “So what made you decide to come to our church?” She asked curiously. “That seems to be the question of the day” I say blankly. “Well it’s just we don’t get many new people joining the church lately” she says trying to keep up with me. “I just decided to come back after a while” I say grabbing my door nob to my car. “Bye now” I pull out a cigarette and start to drive back to the station.
I’ve been to many masses but nothing seems out of the norm so I decided I should talk to the preist more. He’s so intriguing. It always felt like he was staring at me but I think it’s just me being paranoid. After the service I lingered a bit waiting for everyone to leave so it was just me and him, with me sitting and him up at the altar putting out the candles. Me seeming to go unnoticed by him I carefully stand up and walk over to him.
“Father Charlie?” He turns around noticing it’s me he softly smiles. “It’s nice seeing you again y/n” "well, I really enjoyed your sermon today," i began. "It gave me a lot to think about." "Thank you, y/n," he replied, genuinely pleased. "I'm glad it resonated with you."
I took a breath, feeling a bit nervous but determined. "I was wondering if you'd like to have lunch with me sometime. There's a diner nearby that I've heard great things about. It would be nice to get to know you better outside of the chapel."
Father Charlie's face lit up with a smile. "That sounds wonderful, y/n. I'd love to join you for lunch. How about tomorrow?" "Perfect," she said, relieved and happy. "I'll see you then."
The door jingled as it opened and I spot Father Charlie settled into the booth at the rundown diner, the aroma of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon wafting through the air.
"Good afternoon, y/n," he greeted warmly as I approached the table. "I hope you don't mind, I went ahead and ordered some coffee."
"Oh Not at all, Father Charlie," i replied with a smile, sliding into the seat across from him. "Coffee sounds perfect."
He seemed genuinely interested in getting to know me better, almost drawn to me. "So, y/n," he began, his eyes twinkling with curiosity, "tell me more about yourself. What do you do for a living?"
I hesitated for a moment, choosing my words carefully. "I work in public service," I said, which was true enough. "It's a challenging job, but I find it very rewarding."
Father Charlie nodded, listening to me. "That sounds like a noble profession. It's always heartening to meet people who are dedicated to helping others.” “You know the more I talk to you the more I feel like I’ve met you before” I muttered. “Well I get that a lot” he chuckled. “Wait no, you went to pine valley high, it’s funny you said you always wanted to be a doctor” “and you said you always wanted to be a detective” I shuttered as he says almost suspiciously. “I mean look where we ended up” I laugh trying to change the subject.
“I always admired you in high school” he says eating a fry. “Really? I mean I always tried to go unnoticed” “I have no idea what you’re talking about you seemed so confident” “I mean that’s what I showed everyone” “I understand.” He said seeming to sense my uneasiness.
“I was wondering if you knew anything about the murders happening around town.” Father Charlie eagerly changing the subject. "…it’s been so unsettling lately," I said, trying to seem confused. "These strange murders have everyone on edge. It's hard to believe something like this could happen in our small town."
Father Charlie nodded, his expression serious. "I know. The community is shaken. People are scared, and it's understandable. The randomness of the attacks makes it even more terrifying."
I took a sip of my coffee, my mind racing with thoughts of the recent events. "this... it's different. There's no clear pattern, no obvious motive. It's like the killer is playing a twisted game."
I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice. "Do you think there's anything we can do to help find the killer? Maybe there's something we've overlooked."
He pondered my question, unaware of my true role in the investigation. "We can pray for guidance and protection, and we can keep our eyes and ears open. Sometimes the smallest details can make the biggest difference."
I felt a pang of guilt for not being able to confide in him fully, but i knew my cover was crucial to solving the case. "You're right, Father.“
Father Charlie placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "You should read the blog, Sister Megan has an interesting way of talking about the whole case" Father Charlie leaned forward, his eyes filled with passion. “You seem to know a lot about these events.” “What can I say I like true crime.” I joke.
As our lunch arrived, we delved into deeper topics, sharing stories and perspectives. An unspoken connection seemed to grow between each other. We found themselves sharing more than just professional interests; we talked about our hopes, our fears, and our dreams. The more we shared, the more we realized how much they had in common.
“Well I have to go now but I’d love to talk to you more. So I was wondering if you’d come by the monastery later tonight?” Father Charlie asked. “Uh is that allowed Father?” “I say so, I’ll see you later then” he said as he left money for food and walked out the diner.
I arrived at the chapel later that day as the sun began to set. I walk in and it’s completely silent. I walk around the corner to find steps trying to find Father Charlie.
“In here y/n” I heard him shout. "You know I really admire the work you do here, Father Charlie," i said. "It's inspiring to see someone so dedicated to their faith and their community." "Thank you, y/n. Your dedication to public service is equally admirable. It's rare to meet someone with such a strong sense of duty and compassion."
As I reach what I’m assuming is his room. The door in opened ajar so I gently knock trying not to push the door. “Come in.” I head him say. I push open the door to see him leaning against the wall in only a towel. “Oh sorry is this a bad time I can come back later” I try not to look down. “no, please stay. Would you mind closing the door?” He bops his head. I push the door closed with my back against it trying to resist getting close for him. His hair was wet which made him even more attractive, he was so toned and large.
“So um why’d you want me to meet you, here?” “Maybe I just like seeing your angelic face” he smiles, creeping toward me. "Y/n," he began, his voice tinged with regret, "I feel a connection between us, and I know that you feel it too, But I also know that there are boundaries we must respect. My commitment to the church and to my faith is something I hold dear." I nodded, "I understand, Father Charlie. I feel the same way. It's just... difficult to ignore what we feel."
We stood in silence for a moment, the weight of our unspoken emotions hanging in the air. Finally, Father Charlie spoke again, his voice gentle but firm. "Perhaps, I’ve been wanting a change in the church for a while, I mean it’s a new world”
“Father Charlie I- “Charlie please” he cut me off. I nodded. “Would you mind drying my back” he says reaching out a towel to me. I walk slowly toward him, taking the towel. He kneels on this wooden step stool thing and I proceed to walk over so I’ll be behind him. I hesitate and notice his back full of scratches and stitches. “Fa-Charlie?” I say as I gently start swiping the towel on his back. “Yes y/n” “what happen to your back?” I feel his shudder as I ran my finger gently over one scar.
He slowly stands up so we’re face to face with him towering over me. “We all have our vices” he says in a whisper, grabbing my chin with his hand gently. His eye piercing through mine. I could almost hear my heartbeat against his. “I should go” he grips my arm as I try and walk toward the door. I grab his bicep gently like he’s gripping my arm. “This isn’t right Charlie” “I know but if it’s wrong why does it feel so good” he mutters as he backs me up against the wall. His lips lingering over mine, his bare chest against mine, his breath against mine. He runs his lips done my neck leaving open mouths kisses along my collar bone.
I grab his face to look back up at me. “Fuck it” he says under his breath. He grabs my face kissing me harshly. I could tell he hasn’t kiss someone in a long time. I could feel his tongue against mine and running over my teeth. “oh y/n, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this to you.” He said in between kissing me. I let out a soft moan against his mouth, and that sound seemed to do it. He grabs me and lays me down on the bed.
He starts kissing me going lower down my body. Hot open mouth kisses. He pushes my skirt up kissing my upper thighs slowly. Sending shivers down my spine. I brush my fingers through his hair throwing my head back at the feeling.
And then I came back to reality. I push his shoulders to keep distance from him. “Wait, stop we can’t.” I say pushing my skirt back down. “Why?” He says brushing my calf. “Why? Charlie you have no idea how badly I want to but you’re…you’re a priest you took a vow. It’s a sin” “you’re not a sin”
summary: you’ve been told to stay away from charlie mayhew but can’t resist him, charlie a giver in this
disclaimer: the “devil” is just a description, I am not saying charlie is it, suggestive
Charlie Mayhew had a reputation that preceded him. In Valley, he was known as the "devil," a man whose charm was matched only by his ruthlessness. People warned me to stay away from him, but there was something about Charlie that drew me in, something I couldn't quite resist.
Every time our paths crossed, I felt a magnetic pull towards him. His dark eyes seemed to see right through me, and his presence was intoxicating. Despite knowing he was trouble, I couldn't deny the thrill I felt when he was near.
Charlie, on the other hand, was equally captivated by y/n. He knew he was no good for her, that his world was filled with shadows and danger. But something about her innocence and strength called to him, making him want her in a way he had never wanted anyone before.
Charlie leaned casually against the wall, his eyes locking onto mine. There was a knowing glint in his gaze, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
"I see you watching me, y/n," he said, his voice low and confident. "You think I don't notice, but I do."
My heart skipped a beat, but I tried to keep my composure. "What are you talking about, Charlie?"
He took a step closer, closing the distance between us. "You think I'm some kind of mystery, don't you? Some puzzle you can't figure out."
I swallowed hard, my mind racing. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Charlie chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You can deny it all you want, but I know what you think about me. You think I'm trouble, and maybe I am. But you like that, don’t you?"
My breath caught in my throat, my defenses crumbling under his intense gaze. "You're wrong," I whispered, though even I wasn't convinced by my own words.
"Am I?" Charlie asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Or are you just afraid to admit it?"
One evening, we found ourselves alone, the air thick with unspoken tension. Charlie stepped closer, his gaze intense. "You should stay away from me, y/n. I'm not a good man."
My heart raced, but I stood my ground. "Maybe I don't want to stay away. Maybe I see something in you that others don't."
He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from my face. "You're playing with fire," he warned, his voice low and dangerous.
"Then let me burn," I whispered, closing the distance between us.
In that moment, we both knew we were crossing a line, stepping into a dark and uncertain territory. But the pull between us was undeniable, and neither could resist the storm that was brewing.
The tension between me and Charlie had been building for weeks, an electric current that neither could ignore. One night, after yet another heated exchange, we found ourselves alone in a dimly lit room, the air thick with anticipation.
Charlie took a step closer, his eyes burning with intensity. "Y/n, you don't know what you're getting into."
"I don't care," I replied, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. "I can't fight this anymore."
He just gazed at me for a moment before leaning in. “Don’t worry…it’s all part of the process” he whispers into my ear sending shivers down my spine. “The waiting”
Before I could say another word, Charlie closed the distance between us, his lips crashing against mine in a fierce, passionate kiss. I responded instantly, my hands tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer.
The kiss was everything we had both been longing for—raw, desperate, and filled with a hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface. Charlie's hands roamed over my body, pulling me even tighter against him, as if he couldn't get enough.
My heart pounded in my chest, my mind clouded with desire. I knew this was dangerous, that Charlie was dangerous, but in that moment, nothing else mattered. We were consumed by our need for each other, lost in a whirlwind of passion and intensity.
As we finally broke apart, both breathless and flushed, Charlie rested his forehead against mine. "This changes everything, you know," he whispered.
I nodded, my fingers still tracing the lines of his jaw. "I know. But I don't care. I want this. I want you."
With those words, we both knew there was no turning back. We had given in to the pull between us, and now, we were bound together by a connection that was as dangerous as it was irresistible.
The room was dark, the only light coming from the flickering streetlamp outside. Charlie's reputation as the "devil" wasn't just talk—it was something he lived up to, something that made him both feared and irresistible. Tonight, I was about to see that side of him up close.
Charlie grabbed my wrist, pulling me roughly towards him. "You think you can handle me, y/n?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
My heart raced, but I didn't back down. "I know I can," I shot back, my eyes blazing with defiance.
Without warning, Charlie pushed me against the wall, his body pressing into mine with an intensity that took my breath away. His hands were everywhere, rough and demanding, as if he was claiming me for himself. His lips inches from mine. My breath hitching as his lips finally met mine in a searing, aggressive kiss.
It was a battle of wills, each of us pushing and pulling, neither willing to give an inch. Charlie's kiss was fierce, almost punishing, as if he was trying to make me understand just how dangerous he could be. But I responded with equal intensity, meeting his aggression with my own.
His hands gripped my hips, lifting me slightly off the ground as he deepened the kiss, his teeth grazing my lower lip. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he matched his fervor. It was a clash of fire and ice, passion and danger, and neither of us wanted it to stop.
When we finally broke apart, both gasping for air, Charlie's eyes were dark with desire. "You're mine now," he said, his voice rough and possessive.
I looked up at him, my own desire mirrored in my eyes. "I always have been," I replied, knowing that despite the danger, I wouldn't have it any other way.
The rain pounded on the roof of the car, creating a rhythm that matched the racing of my heart. Me and Charlie were sitting in the front seats, the world outside forgotten as the tension between them reached its peak.
Without warning, Charlie leaned in, capturing my lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. I responded immediately, my hands tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer. The kiss deepened, our breaths mingling as the intensity of our emotions took over.
Charlie pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his own filled with a fire that mirrored my own. “Get in the back” After hopping in the back, without breaking eye contact, he reached down and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. His bare skin glistened in the dim light, and I couldn't help but run my hands over his chest, feeling the warmth and strength beneath my fingertips.
My hair, wild and untamed, cascaded around my face as me and Charlie kissed with a fervor that left them both breathless.
Charlie pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. He gently gathered my hair, which was all over the place, and with a deft touch, made it into a makeshift ponytail. "I want to see your face," he murmured, his voice husky.
My heart skipped a beat as I felt the warmth of his hands against my scalp. I smiled, my eyes locking onto his. "Better?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Much better," Charlie replied, his lips curving into a smile. He leaned in once more, capturing my lips in another passionate kiss, his hands now free to explore the curves of my body. The connection between us grew stronger, the intensity of our emotions filling the small space of the car.
He kissed me again, even more passionately this time, as if he couldn't get enough of me. The world outside the car ceased to exist; all that mattered was the electrifying connection between us, a connection that seemed to grow stronger with every touch, every kiss. His cross necklace dangling over me.
He continued to kiss down my neck, nicking me with his teeth along the way, lifting my shirt off to continue kissing all the way down my chest. He moved himself lower, taking my pants with him. “I want to make you feel good.” He grins up at me mischievously, as I thread my fingers through his hair.
The darkness of the car didn’t make up for much of what he was doing. “Please, charlie” I begged. I heard him laugh. “So impatient.”
He took his time kissing against my thighs. Feeling him groan against me, threading my fingers through his hair once again.
He kissed me once again. I reach my hands towards his pants but he quickly takes my wrist and holds them together. “I don’t want to have you in the car.” He said barely above a whisper.
The tension in the air was palpable as me and Charlie faced off in the dimly lit room. Charlie's eyes were wild, a storm brewing behind them that I could almost feel. Hearing the things Charlie has done and he apparently doesn’t give a shit about me really heated something inside of me.
"You're insane, Charlie!" I shouted, my frustration boiling over. "You can't just go around acting like a maniac and expect everyone to fall in line!"
Charlie sneered, his expression hardening. "Oh, so now I'm insane? That's rich coming from someone who can't even admit how much they need me."
"Need you?" My voice cracked with anger. "I don't need a psychopath like you controlling my life!"
Charlie's face twisted with rage. "You are such a massive fucking bitch," he spat. "After everything I've done for you, this is how you repay me?"
My eyes blazed with defiance. "I never asked for your help, Charlie. I never asked for any of this."
"Fine," Charlie growled, taking a step closer, his presence looming over me. "But don't come crying to me when you realize you can't handle this world on your own."
My heart pounded, but she refused to back down. "I'd rather be alone than be with someone who treats me like shit."
“Don’t you ever fucking speak to me like that again.” He grits closing the distance between us. Taking my neck in his hands and kissing me passionately. I could feel his tongue fighting mine for dominance. He stops, scaring into my eyes leaving me wanting more.
The room fell silent, the weight of our words hanging heavily between us. Neither of us willing to give in, both too stubborn to admit the truth buried beneath our anger.
request: Hi, can I request for a Doc Charlie Mayhew x rival in med school days reader. They haven't seen each other in years then reader got into an accident and *surprise surprise* Charlie gets assigned to treat her. Some enemies to lovers kinda thing
warning: arguing, puking
Charlie Mayhew and I were both top students in our medical school, each driven by a fierce determination to become the best doctor. From the very first day, we found ourselves constantly competing, whether it was for the highest grades, the best clinical evaluations, or the most coveted internships. Our rivalry was well-known among our peers and even the professors, who often marveled at our relentless pursuit of excellence.
Despite our competitive nature, there was a mutual respect between Charlie and I. We pushed each other to new heights, each striving to outdo the other. Late-night study sessions in the library often turned into silent battles of endurance, and clinical rounds became arenas for showcasing our knowledge and skills.
Mine and Charlie’s argument had reached a boiling point. We were standing in the study lounge, faces flushed with anger, each unwilling to back down.
"Charlie, your method is reckless and could jeopardize everything we've worked for!" I shouted, my frustration evident.
"And your way is so safe it's boring, y/n! We need to take risks to make an impact!" Charlie retorted, his voice equally loud.
The tension between us was palpable. Neither was willing to consider the other's perspective, and our stubbornness only fueled the fire.
"You always think you know better than everyone else," I accused, my eyes narrowing.
"And you never take a chance, always playing it safe," Charlie shot back, his tone biting.
Our argument echoed through the study lounge, drawing the attention of our classmates. But Charlie and I were too wrapped up in our own battle to notice. The more we argued, the more entrenched we became in our positions.
Finally, I threw up my hands in exasperation. "Fine, do whatever you want, Charlie. But don't expect me to clean up your mess."
Charlie glared at me, his jaw set. "I don't need your approval, y/n. I'll prove you wrong."
With that, we stormed off in opposite directions, the argument unresolved and our rivalry more intense than ever.
I was in the middle of stitching up a patient's wound, my hands steady despite the exhaustion creeping in. The room was filled with the usual sounds of the ER—monitors beeping, hushed conversations, the occasional shout for assistance. I could feel someone's eyes on me, and it didn't take long to figure out who it was. Charlie.
I glanced up briefly and, sure enough, there he was, staring at me from across the room. His gaze was intense, almost scrutinizing. It felt like he was waiting for me to make a mistake, to prove some unspoken point. Annoyance bubbled up inside me. I didn't need this right now, not after the night we'd had.
Without missing a beat, I shot him a sharp, rude look. It was a silent message: back off. He raised an eyebrow, but didn't look away. I could feel the tension between us, thick and palpable, but I forced myself to focus back on my patient. I didn't have time for Charlie's games
After a grueling night at the hospital, the group of medical school students decided to unwind at our favorite local bar. The dim lighting and the hum of conversations provided a stark contrast to the sterile, high-pressure environment we had just left. Me and Charlie, both exhausted yet wired from the adrenaline, found ourselves at opposite ends of the bar.
As the night wore on, tensions that had been simmering beneath the surface started to bubble up. Charlie, feeling the weight of a particularly difficult case, made a snide remark about me handling of a patient. Me, already on edge, snapped back, my voice cutting through the chatter. Our friends tried to diffuse the situation, but the stress of their demanding schedules and the alcohol only fueled the fire.
"You know, y/n, I really don't understand how you handled that patient today. It was almost like you were trying to make things harder for everyone."
My eyes narrowed, the tension immediately palpable. "Excuse me? At least I didn't stand around second-guessing every decision like you did. Maybe if you spent less time criticizing and more time actually helping, we'd get things done faster."
Our friends exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the brewing storm. Charlie leaned in, his voice low but sharp. "Maybe if you weren't so stubborn and actually listened to someone else's fucking opinion for once, things wouldn't get so chaotic."
My face flushed with anger. "You’re an asshole, You think you're the only one who knows anything? Your arrogance is infuriating, Charlie. Just because you have an opinion doesn't mean it's always right."
The argument escalated quickly, with both me and Charlie hurling accusations and frustrations at each other. It wasn't just about the patient anymore; it was about the long hours, the constant pressure, and the unspoken competition between us. The altercation drew the attention of the entire bar, but neither seemed to care as they vented months of pent-up stress.
I sat at my desk, textbooks and notes scattered around me. I had been studying for hours, but the material just wasn't sticking. The test was looming, and I felt the pressure mounting. With a deep sigh, she realized she needed help. The last person I wanted to ask was Charlie, but I didn't have much choice.
Reluctantly, I picked up my phone and sent Charlie a message. "Hey, I need some help with the study material. Can you spare some time?"
Charlie responded quickly. "What will you give me if I do” moments later another message comes through. “Sure, I can help. When do you want to meet?"
We agreed to meet at the library later that afternoon. I felt a mix of relief and frustration. I didn't like admitting I needed help, especially from Charlie, but I knew it was necessary.
When we met, Charlie was surprisingly patient and thorough. He explained the concepts clearly, breaking down the material in a way that made sense to me. Despite my initial reluctance, I found myself grateful for his help.
"Thanks, Charlie," I said at the end of our session. "I really appreciate it."
Charlie smiled. "No problem, y/n. We all need a little help sometimes."
As we packed up our things, I couldn't help but feel a bit more confident about the upcoming test. Maybe working with Charlie wasn't so bad after all.
Years later, I found myself in a hospital room, my head throbbing from the accident I’d just been in. I couldn't believe my luck when the doctor walked in and it was Charlie. Of course, it had to be him.
Charlie looked just as surprised to see me. "Y/n," he sighed, his tone professional but his eyes betraying a hint of the old tension between us. "What happened?"
"Car accident," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "I guess you're my doctor."
"Looks like it," Charlie said, glancing at my chart. "Let's get you checked out."
The examination was awkward, the air thick with unspoken words. Charlie was thorough and professional, but I could sense the tension in his every move. I couldn't help but remember our heated arguments and the unresolved feelings that still lingered between us.
"You're going to be fine," Charlie finally said, stepping back. "Just a few bruises and a mild concussion. You'll need to rest for a few days."
"Thanks," I muttered, not meeting his eyes.
Charlie hesitated for a moment, then added, "If you need anything, let me know. I'll be around."
I nodded, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and frustration. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I was relieved that Charlie was there, even if it meant facing the unresolved tension between us.
Charlie walked into the room, clipboard in hand, ready to do his job. "Alright, y/n, let's get this last check-up done," he said, his tone neutral.
I barely looked at him, my irritation clear. "Just get it over with," I muttered, crossing my arms.
Charlie sighed, trying to keep his cool. "I need you to cooperate, y/n. This is for your own good."
I rolled my eyes, clearly annoyed. "Yeah, whatever. Just do what you have to."
Charlie started the examination, but my attitude was getting under his skin. "You know, a little bit of cooperation would make this easier for both of us."
"Maybe if you weren't so insufferable, I wouldn't be so annoyed," I shot back, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Charlie clenched his jaw, trying to stay professional. "I'm just trying to help you. Could you at least try to meet me halfway?"
My eyes flashed with anger. "I don't need your help, Charlie. Just finish the check-up."
Charlie finally snapped. "Fine. But for the record, your attitude isn't helping anyone. I'm just doing my job."
I felt a pang of guilt but quickly pushed it aside. "Whatever."
The rest of the check-up was done in tense silence, both of them stubbornly ignoring the underlying feelings that neither wanted to acknowledge.
Charlie couldn't hold back his frustration any longer. "Y/n, just exactly what were you thinking? You could've been seriously hurt!" he snapped, his voice rising.
I glared at him, my own anger flaring up. "It wasn’t my fault! And why do you even care so much, Charlie? It's not like it matters to you!"
Charlie took a deep breath, trying to calm himself but failing. "Of course it matters! You think I want to see you like this? You need to be more careful."
My eyes softened for a moment as I saw the genuine concern in his eyes. "Why does it matter to you, Charlie? Why do you care so much?"
He hesitated, the words hanging in the air between us. "Because... because I still care about you, y/n. I never stopped."
I felt a lump in my throat. Despite all the tension and unresolved feelings, there was something undeniable between us. "Charlie, I..."
He shook his head, cutting me off. "Just promise me you'll be more careful. I don't want to see you hurt again."
I nodded, feeling a strange mix of emotions. "I promise."
As Charlie turned to leave, the unspoken words and lingering feelings between us seemed to fill the room, leaving both of us wondering what might happen next.
The years had softened some of our rough edges, and the intense rivalry that once defined our relationship had faded into a mutual respect.
The silence between us was comfortable, a stark contrast to our earlier years of constant bickering. As I sat in my hospital bed with charlie sitting next to it keeping me company, memories of our past interactions resurfaced, and we couldn't help but laugh at how far we had come.
Charlie broke the silence first. "You know, I used to watch you work and wonder how you managed to stay so focused. It drove me crazy," he admitted with a sheepish grin.
I chuckled, shaking my head. "I always thought you were just waiting for me to mess up. I guess I never realized you were actually... impressed."
We exchanged a look, and in that moment, it all clicked. The tension, the arguments, the stolen glances—it had all been fueled by something deeper. We had been too stubborn to see it back then, but now, it was undeniable. We had feelings for each other all along.
"Alright, y/n," Charlie began, trying to maintain his professional demeanor. "Let's go over a few things before you leave. First, you'll need to keep an eye on your—"
"—vital signs, particularly any changes in heart rate or blood pressure," I interjected, finishing his sentence with a knowing smirk.
Charlie sighed but continued. "Yes, exactly. And make sure you take your—"
"—pain medication as prescribed, but be mindful of any side effects like dizziness or nausea," I added, my tone light but confident.
He shot me a look, trying to hide his frustration. "Right. Also, you should avoid any strenuous activities for the next—"
"—48 hours, and gradually ease back into your normal routine," I said, my eyes twinkling with amusement.
Charlie couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head. "You know, it's really hard to be the doctor here when you keep finishing my sentences."
I grinned. "Sorry, force of habit. But thanks for taking care of me, Charlie."
He smiled back, the tension easing. "Anytime. Just try not to make a habit of ending up on the patient side of things, okay?"
"Deal," she replied, her smile widening. And with that, the unspoken bond between them grew just a little bit stronger.
I walked back into the hospital, my heart racing a bit faster than usual. I had told myself I was just coming back to grab something I forgot, but deep down, I knew the real reason. I wanted to see Charlie again.
As I made my way through the familiar hallways, I spotted him at the nurses' station, engrossed in some paperwork. Taking a deep breath, I approached him, trying to appear casual.
"Hey, Charlie," I said, my voice steady. "I think I left my, uh, sweater in my the hospital room."
Charlie looked up, a smile spreading across his face when he saw me. "Y/n, hey! I can help you look."
We walked together to the room , chatting about our day. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach, but I tried to keep my cool. As we reached the room, she pretended to search for my sweater.
"Found it!" I exclaimed, holding up the sweater I had actually had all along.
Charlie laughed. "You know, you could have just said you wanted to see me."
I blushed, but I smiled back. "Yeah, I guess I could have."
We stood there for a moment, the air filled with unspoken words. Finally, Charlie broke the silence. "Well, I'm glad you came back. It's always nice to see you, y/n."
I felt my heart swell. "Same here, Charlie. Same here."
Charlie took a step closer, his eyes locking with mine. The room seemed to shrink around us, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Without a word, he reached out, gently cupping my face in his hands. My breath hitched, my heart racing as I realized what was about to happen.
And then, he kissed me. It wasn't tentative or hesitant; it was passionate and full of years of pent-up feelings. The world outside the break room faded away, leaving just the two of them in that moment. I melted into the kiss, my hands finding our way to his shoulders, pulling him closer.
When we finally pulled apart, both of us were breathless, our foreheads resting against each other. Charlie smiled softly, his thumb brushing against my cheek. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," he whispered.
I laughed lightly, my eyes sparkling. "Me too," I admitted. And just like that, the years of unresolved tension and hidden feelings began to unravel, leading us toward a new chapter together.
summary: angstyyyy, nun and priest inlove but obey their vows.
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I entered the dimly lit church, my heart pounding as I approached the confessional. I took a deep breath and stepped inside, the wooden door closing softly behind me. I could hear the faint rustle of Father Charlie on the other side.
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned," i began, my voice shaking. "It's been a while since my last confession."
Father Charlie's voice was gentle, yet firm. "What is it that troubles you, my child?"
I hesitated, tears already forming in my eyes. "Father Charlie, It's tearing me apart.” I hesitated. "Father, I've been struggling with feelings that I know are not right. Feelings for someone I shouldn't have."
There was a heavy silence on the other side of the confessional. Finally, Father Charlie spoke, his voice filled with concern. "Go on, my child. It is important to unburden your heart."
I took a deep breath, my words spilling out in a rush. "I have feelings for you, Father Charlie. Deep feelings that I can't seem to control. And I think... I think you might feel the same way."
There was a heavy silence on the other side of the confessional. Finally, Father Charlie spoke, his voice filled with sorrow. "Sister y/n, my heart aches with the same love and pain. But my vows, my commitment to God and the church, they bind me. I cannot break them."
My tears flowed freely now. "I know, and I respect your devotion. But it hurts so much to love someone I can never be with. I don't know how to move on."
Father Charlie's voice was choked with emotion. "I wish things were different, y/n. You deserve all the love and happiness in the world. But this path, it's one I chose long ago. We must find the strength to let go, even though it feels impossible."
I nodded, though he couldn't see me. "I understand, Father. I'll try to find peace, but please know that you'll always have a place in my heart."
"And you in mine, y/n," Father Charlie replied softly. "May God grant you the strength to heal and find happiness."
With a heavy heart, I left the confessional, my love for Father Charlie forever unspoken in the world outside, but deeply etched in our hearts.
Weeks passed, and the pain of their unspoken love weighed heavily on both their hearts.
One evening, as the sun set and the church was empty, I returned. I found Father Charlie alone, deep in thought. "Father Charlie," I whispered, "I can't bear this any longer. I know it's wrong, but my feelings for you are too strong."
Father Charlie looked at me, his eyes filled with the same longing. "Sister Y/n, I've prayed for guidance, but my heart keeps leading me back to you. We must be careful, but if we truly care for each other, perhaps we can find a way."he whispers against my ear.
I felt my breath catch in my throat. I had known this moment was coming, but nothing could have prepared me for the intensity of it. "Charlie," i murmured, my voice trembling with anticipation.
Without another word, Charlie gently cupped my face in his hands, his touch tender and reassuring. He leaned in slowly, giving me a chance to pull away, but i didn't. Instead, i closed the distance between us, and our lips met in a passionate kiss.The world seemed to fade away as we lost ourselves in the kiss. It was a kiss filled with all the unspoken words, the shared experiences. I reach my hand brushing through his hair not wanting it to end. 
In the quiet of the church, we shared a tender embrace, knowing our love would have to remain a secret. We promised to cherish our moments together, hidden from the world but forever bound by our unbreakable bond.
a/n: heyyyy guys….sorry ive been MIA and not active lately BUT school has been so hectic so i just finished finals AYYYY anyway ill def be more active these days coming cus im finally on break so expect some fun stuff. enjoy ;)
based on this request: Can you do one where Nicholas and Yn have a son and the little boy (even though he's a toddler) he's already taking strides towards independence and Nicholas is feeling the growing pains of letting go and still wants to keep his son little still?
Me and Nicholas sat on the couch, quietly watching our son, Ethan, as he carefully stacked his toy blocks, his little tongue sticking out in concentration. At just three years old, Ethan was becoming increasingly independent, a fact that filled his parents with both pride and a bittersweet sense of nostalgia.
“Look at him,” I murmured, my voice tinged with awe. “He’s getting so big. He didn’t even need our help with that tower.”
Nicholas glanced over at Ethan, a pang of something he couldn’t quite describe tugging at his chest. “Yeah, he’s growing up too fast.” His voice was softer now, almost wistful. “I can’t believe how much he’s learning every day. One minute, he’s asking for me to tie his shoes, and the next, he’s doing it on his own.”
I smiled, sensing the weight behind his words. I knew that Nicholas, a natural protector, was having a harder time adjusting to the fact that our little boy was no longer a baby. He’d been so hands-on, so involved in every little milestone, and now, Ethan was starting to take more and more steps on his own.
“I think it’s a good thing,” I said gently, taking Nicholas’s hand. “He’s becoming more confident. It’s a sign of how well we’ve done.”
Nicholas nodded but still seemed unsure. “I know, I just… I don’t want him to grow up too fast. There’s something about him asking me for help that makes me feel needed, like he still wants to be my little boy. I guess I’m not ready to let that go yet.”
My heart softened. I could see the deep love Nicholas had for our son, the quiet protectiveness that defined him as a father. But I also knew that the process of letting go was part of the journey—one that both parents had to navigate together.
“Ethan will always need you,” she said, her voice reassuring. “Just in different ways. He’s going to keep growing, but that doesn’t mean we lose the moments we have now. We get to watch him become someone new, someone amazing. And we’ll be there every step of the way.”
Nicholas watched as Ethan, oblivious to the conversation, triumphantly added the final block to his tower. The little boy clapped his hands, beaming with pride, and looked up at his parents, his eyes bright.
“Look, Daddy!” Ethan said, holding up the tower with both hands. “I did it!”
Nicholas smiled, his heart swelling with emotion. “You did, buddy. You did.”
For a moment, he realized that even though Ethan was becoming more independent, he would always be our little boy. The feeling of being needed might change, but the love and connection would only grow stronger.
Nicholas reached down to ruffle Ethan’s hair, a tear threatening to well up in his eye, but he blinked it away with a soft laugh. “Guess I’m just going to have to keep up with you, huh, kiddo?”
Ethan giggled and gave him a tight hug, and in that hug, Nicholas found a comfort—a reminder that no matter how much Ethan grew, he would always be his son.
