"He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in its complexity."
No warnings, pure fluff (the usual, maybe some heated kisses??? 👉🏻👈🏻 but absolutely safe for read).
Summary: one summer morning, Tristan takes you to the daisy fields to train you how to swordfight after you begged him for long.
Word count: 1.3k!
Writer's note: as the previous time, I wrote this in less than 24 hours, I was so overwhelmed by the idea and I had to just write it, it's partially revised, maybe contains some lexical and/or grammatical issues, it's so short too, but I hope you enjoy it. <3
The high summer breeze rises, playfully raking through the green fields of fresh grass and the dancing fragrant daisies, raising a scent of life and beauty in the air and into your heaving lungs, cooling the ecstasy of your souls. The sun sends her rays upon you, as you spin around the other, eyelids flickering between the shadows and lights under the green leaves. Chirps of the little birds were heard in the far distance, and little squirrels and deers were ticking their little feet on the crispy grass, creating a beautiful hymn for the noon.
"we've been doing this for hours!" Tristan protests, letting his shoulders fall out of tiredness, his cheeks are flushed and his long hair is a dampened mess, "but it's fun!" you cheer, dancing in circles around him, you didn't mind the sunbeams, or the sweat on your forehead, or how exhausted you were after all the early morning hours, because you're having the best time with Tristan, and there's nothing more you'll ever need.
He can't help but exhale animatedly, knitting his eyebrows pitifully, shoulders falling as he lets his breath out, "come on, love--" he gestures with the wooden sword he held in his hand, "come on, Tristan! One last round, please?" you give him the puppy eyes you know he can't resist, as you slowed your pace to stop right in front of him, "please?" you envelope his neck, it's his turn to give you his puppy look, hazel eyes sparkling magically in the dim light under the big oak tree where you had settled for your picnic, "come on, Tristan, please? Just, one more round, and we'll sit on the picnic sheet the rest of the day... I promise, please?" you plead again, he wraps his arms around your waist, sighs, and looks up into your eyes again, "anything for you, my star," he smiles, to which you giggle and peck his lips quickly, wiggle out of his arms.
Since the sun has beamed on the two of you, you and Tristan had been swordfighting, as you pleaded him to teach you for many, many times, and when he finally agreed this morning, he couldn't stop you. And though this was your first day training, — and though he thought you would take a little long time in order to learn every move — but to his surprise, you learned faster than he thought you would.
Yes, he took you down in couple fights, but they were sort of a one to one situation. He kept telling you how he's being easy with you because it's your first time to fight with swords, and you took advantage of it to go as rogue as possible, knowing he'll be able to take your moves.
Now, you collected your dress up and wrapped it around your waist to free your movement, took the pins out of your hair to feel more comfortable and confident, freeing your strands to flutter in the fresh air. "you know you're distracting me with these locks of yours, love" he points at you with his sword, both of you spinning around the other like two swans in a lake dance, "you can just say that you're easy to be distracted!" you aim a swift swing of your wooden sword, slicing the air between the two of you, he parries your hit with his sword, rough edged blades are crossed between your exhilarated faces, shards of wood are flying out of their source, "I can argue about that!" he whispers, as your lips are inches away from each other, you smooch at his lips teasingly and take a dance around him, "you may speak!" you smirk, your sword blade is now on the broad of his shoulder, he chuckles, and crosses his sword with yours, swinging your hand up in the air, "I have a whole lot to say!" it was his turn to smirk at you, "poser!" you roll your eyes, taking an attack move on him, clashing the blades as he defends himself, swinging you to the side, "I was being soft," he shrugs, looking down at you as you picked up your sword as it flew out of your grasp, he softly pulls your locks to slow your movement, then takes a run across the field, and you follow him with no hesitation.
Your feet are racing each other as you go down the hill, he turns to face you, feinting a swing in your direction, you gasp, your feet falter and you stumble over the end of your dress as the skirt went loose. You grope for anything that might help you regain your balance but, to your unfortune, it was Tristan, and the moment you grab onto his shoulder, "bloody hell!" he yells, as he too loses his balance, and the two of you collide against the other and, roll down the grassy hill.
The ouchs and grunts and loud screams and giggles never left your lips as your bodies spun and got pulled down by gravity, but to your fortune, you landed smoothly, or at least it's for you. You open your eyes to see that you're topping Tristan, holding on to him for life, you part from his hold, both of you are groaning out of all the bangs you collected down the road, you settle on his waist, hands softly press onto his panting chest. Both of you breathe out a chuckle, but he has his remarkable silly smile on his face, almost showing all of his teeth.
You both stare at the other, hair is messy and filled with grass leaves and daisy petals, the noon sun casted on your reddened skins, both of you fighting to catch your breaths, if this wasn't the most beautiful scenery. You catch Tristan gazing your lips and you find yourself doing the same. Your goofy smiles slowly fade into more intimate ones, which soon turns into looks of desperation, his hands leave your waist and walk up slowly to envelope the back of your neck, with one hand tucking the hairs back behind your ear, lingering thumb brushing your reddened cheeks.
Your heart ticks a little louder and before you know it, you find yourself leaning onto him, locking your lips upon his, sipping on the sweet mixture of your mouths ever so slightly, wanting to stop the time so you could have more of your psyches tenderly intertwined with the other. You feel the sun shies her beams away to be a little more gentle on you, and the daisies moving in saltation to tickle your bare feet and heated cheeks, adding more tranquility to your heart as the time passes.
"if this is how we'll end up every time we go swordfighting, I want to swordfight every day." he whispers to your mouth after it left an inch away from his, you couldn't help but smile dumbly at his statement, following by an even dumber giggle. He pulls himself from under you, drawing you over to his thighs, his palms find your face again and cup it firmly. "you wanna continue training?" he asks softly, with a smile to the side, you push the floral hairs of his bangs back behind his ear, "I think we've had enough training for today, my back hurts... And feet... And head, too," he chuckles at your answer, and pulls you close to smile a kiss on the crown of your temple.
And so, you spend the rest of the day sitting in the field barefooted, braiding daisy crowns and laying on the wet green grass among the little summer flowers, locking your pinkies and watch as the sun goes down between the vivid shades of orange and pink upon your eyes, waiting for the shiny stars to start sparkling in the darkness of the sky so you could waste the night on counting them.
"Big pimpin, regency style" Happy birthday to @costumed_chameleon we are all celebrating #janeaustenevening in regency #CostumedChameleon #Regency #Cosplay #TristanThorn #Stardust #JaneAusten #JaneAustenEvening2019 https://www.instagram.com/p/BtHpypDj8ax/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1av4fvsyphk5i
The coat amazingly still fits though I’ll have to be careful when giving hugs, haha. Off to a masquerade birthday party in my Tristan/Stardust outfit (aka my wedding outfit). . . #stardust #stardustmovie #costume #cosplay #cosplayer #fantasy #masquerade #neilgaiman #neilgaimanbooks #tristanthorn https://www.instagram.com/p/BqBNLupD3kq/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=zdjctjs6cfbp
A friend of mine offered me this book precisely ten years ago. I can’t count how many times I’ve read it, but a decade later it is still an absolute favorite of mine. Besides Tolkien’s, I can say for sure Stardust is the absolute remedy of all bad things that can happen in my life. Neil Gaiman’s fantasy is deep, sometimes cruel, often full of wonders, wisdom and humour. I’ve been in love with Tristan Thorn all the way since, and will ever be. #book #favoritebook #novel #bookworm #bookaddict #read #reading #readaholic #stardust #stardustbook #neilgaiman #neilgaimanstardust #snowdrop #babyloncandle #unicorn #fantasy #heroicfantasy #tristanthorn #yvaine #magic #fallenstar #tenyearsback (By the way, this edition came with the movie, that I saw a few years later. Although it’s very different from the novel I love it too. De Niro’s pink feather fan is very responsible for that, I’m sure)
No warnings, absolute fluff, maybe a little bit of angst? But happy ending. <3
Summary: you and your childhood best friend Tristan had to split ways in cause of your discordant lives, but you somehow try to find time for you to be together again, doing the thing you've always loved since you were children, stargazing.
Word count: almost 3k!
Writer's note: I wrote this in less than 24 hours so forgive me if anything dropped off the plot or doesn't make sense. But I wrote it with all my love, I hope you enjoy it. <3
Goddamn it, you've always hated waking up early, mornings are always exhausting, specially after spending the night stargazing from your window, looking at the beautifully dotted sky, the wide dark canvas that was decorated with the scattered sparkly little white jewels. They've always caught your attention, they made you lose conversations sometimes because you paid more attention to them than the person talking to you, and sometimes you'd walk into some tree or a wall for keeping eye contact with them. You'd miss them throughout the morning when the sun is covering their beautiful gaze against your curious irises, something about them was so magical, enchanting, keeping you thirsty for more, and you loved how they kept you wanting them at your sight.
That's why you hated mornings, besides the daily chores you'd do around the house, they make your hatred towards mornings becomes more of a rivals'... Well, except the mornings where your mother decides to send you to the market to grab some house needs, this would always make you jump out of your bed with excitement.
It's pretty much the same this morning, the sunbeams are blinding you through the window glass, playfully caressing your lids, you shift in your bed, trying to hide your face from the morning sight on you. Your mother chirps from behind the door, "dear, I need some groceries for this evening's treat, you need to be up!" you scramble out of your sheets and run to wash your face, heart fluttering like the wings of a young butterfly. Soon you're in your pretty floral day dress and fixing your locks in front of your mirror, you add the little star-shaped ornament to your gathered bangs, you put your leather shoes on and spring out of the room, taking your umbrella off the hanger on your way out of the house.
The summer breeze fills your lungs as soon as you open the wooden front door, you realize how pretty the weather is today, well, mornings aren't always that bad after all, you knew that fact deep down in you. You make your way down the hill to town of Wall, where you had lived your entire life till now, a small town with few people, cozy on winters, freshening on summers, you never thought of leaving it, you loved living here anyway, you knew you'd never find a place more peaceful than this.
Or, maybe it's because there was someone here that's always on your mind, the young man who works at the very shop you always shop from. That's why you've always loved the shopping mornings, you get a chance to meet your crush, and talk to him a bit about your shared habit, stargazing.
Your journey to the center of the town doesn't take much of power nor time, but you make it to the shop with raspy breaths, you support your body on the brick wall of the shop to take your breath, and the moment you felt your heart beating calmer, you turn immediately to get inside. Maybe the journey itself wasn't tiring, but the excitement that overwhelmed you was the reason for this unstable heartbeat for sure.
You stand in a not quite long queue waiting for your turn, when your eyes meet his, he smiles at widest and waves at you. It's been a week since you last saw him, he told you about the north star he's been gazing at for a while, and you told him you were gazing at it on the exact same night, too.
The line moves a little, and in less than an hour, you're finally facing him, "what a good morning, y/n! How are you today?" he cheers the moment you step in front of him, he can't help the loud blush on his stretched cheeks, "I'm good, you?" you try to look more chill and calm, "well I'm doing great that I got to see you today, is there anything I could bring you?" but instead, your face turns absolutely red at his answer, his smile is brighter than the summer sun, his eyes are sparkling with unexplainable joy. "I-- I have this list..." you search through your pockets, you find the paper and hand it over to him, he knits his eyebrows, his honey brown eyes are popping out, "well, that's a long list, sure you have someone with you to carry all this stuff?" your pouted lips answer his question, shake your head, "but I... I think I can make it on my own--" you argue, "wait a second," he cuts you off and runs to the back of the store
He's back in a minute, and he's gathering all the goods you ordered from around the shop in an act that's cannot be described in less than a haste. You're surprised by how fast he looked around the place, picking bottles and herb jars off the shelves, flour and potato sacks, chocolate, cheese, and eggs are quickly packed, he seems excited, to your surprise, but you keep watching him, with amusement.
He brings the groceries on the counter, "did I forget anything?" he's panting, looking back at the list in his hand, you shake your head with a wide smile, "no, no, not at all, you did amazing, Tristan!" you couldn't stop the redness from growing on your cheeks, and the wide grin that always forms on your sight in his presence, he exhales a shaky laugh. He passes out of the counter and picks the sackcloth bags and bolsters them to his chest, "Tristan, what are you doing?" you're surprised again, "I'm walking you home, you thought I was gonna let you take them there yourself?" he passes you, and you had no other choice but to grab the last bag and the end of your dress and try to keep up with his pace.
You and Tristan have been best friends since you were children, but as both of you grew up, your lives kind of got separated, his shifts at the store and your house chores and studies weren't leaving space for you to be together, and all the time that was available for both of you was the time you meet him at the store. Result of this, you don't get to stargaze together anymore.
"I've been reading this book about the North Star, they call her Polaris sometimes," he starts as he slows his pace a little to align with you, he parts his lips as if he's about to speak, but smiles, "she's always there at night, and she's always shimmery and you can find her from anywhere in the world," he catches a glimpse of you before continuing, "but I think that North stars shouldn't always be in the sky among other stars," he has his eyes aimed forward, "sometimes it can refer to a person, someone who is an actual guide, or someone who is believing in you," you couldn't help but think of him.
Tristan has always been supportive to you, never turned you down, always encouraging you to do the things you love. You wanted to be an astronomer, and you are halfway to achieving your dream because of him, aside from you studying hard for this dream, he usually brings you books about astronomy on the days you meet him at the shop, he'd take rests just to read with you, even though he gets his little salary deducted, and you'd tell him that he needs this money, but still he'd stay there with you just to enjoy the couple minutes of you reading together.
Eventually you make it home, you both walk up the hill and you knock on your door, your mother greets you and takes the groceries and pays him after thanking him for his genuineness. "y/n?" you were entering your house and about to close the door, you stop and turn to look at him, "yes, Tristan?" you can feel your heart jumping against your ribs as you think about how soft his voice was when he called your name, "we haven't went stargazing together in like-- months, maybe years, can we-- do it tonight? I-- I need to show you something I discovered... It's a-- um... " his voice is shaky a little, he's nervous, and the little hairs of his bangs are sticking to his forehead of all the summer sweat, "yeah, yeah! Tonight, of course," you too are excited, you chuckle, "picnic, tonight?" you ask, "yeah! Sounds-- sounds great, yeah, picnic, yes! See you then!" he nods with a couple giggles and turns away. He looks back at you for a last time before he walks back down the hill.
You continue on with your day, preparing for the treat your family hosted, and it was a busy, stressful time, but thinking about ending your day with Tristan, doing the very thing you two love the most since you were kids — together again, it gave you a sudden relief that you will get your own treat after all.
But still, you couldn't help but think about how nervous Tristan was this morning, he was garbled, tripping over his own words. You know he cares about you, but you're his friend, you know this, even if you feel so much about him, even if you actually love all of him and wish to the stars every night that he finally becomes yours and forget about that Victoria who never cared for him as much as you do, that you're willing to give him your heart the moment he asks you for it, but in the end, you knew that he's your friend, and might never be more than this.
This saddens you, but either way, you would be happy for him being happy, because you love him, and the circle spins around in your head.
The night falls faster than you think, and you are done cleaning the dining table after the guests have left. You beg your parents to let you go with him like you two used to, and after minutes of unstoppable begs, they let you go with Tristan. You've already made his favorite strawberry and cream cheese pie, you put it in the basket along with the other sweet treats you spent your morning preparing for him, imagining his wide smile and rosy cheeks and his startled talk, appreciating how much effort you put into this.
Your mind wanders a little further, imagining how he would fondly caress your cheek, how he would tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, how he would brush your lip with his thumb and, how sweet must his cherry colored lips would be, as he would join them with yours.
You exhale your thoughts out of your lungs, knowing how too far they are from reality, you pick up your basket and head outside, and walk all the way down the hill towards the wall, since it was your favorite spot to stargaze from.
You find Tristan sitting on the plaid picnic blanket, and in front of him was a dinner he prepared for the two of you, your favorite baked stuffed potatoes, and a bottle of peach champagne, you smile and rush at him. The hug was... Different, so different from how it used to feel, you've always hugged him as a friend of yours, your best friend, but how you feel now is so different, it ignites something in you, unlocks a new path of feelings, the no longer kids, the path of the three words and 'I want to spend the rest of my life with you'.
You both sit down and spread the goods over the sheet, and as you expected to be, Tristan is over the moon, he's appreciating each cookie you crafted individually, and how you beautifully braided the dough on the top of the strawberry and cream cheese pie, and how amazing the brownies you baked are. You are overwhelmed with his sweetness, and you can't help but replay the thing you thought of before you came here.
You two start your dinner, and finish with some pie and biscuits. He pours you a glass of champagne as you lift your head up to talk to your befriended stars, asking them for a sign, a guidance, something that will tell you if you should continue or back away and maybe end all this pain in your chest for good.
"y/n, your glass," it's a little tilted between your fingers, almost spilling the drink out of it, "you're looking at her, right?" he nudges you softly with his shoulder, you sigh a little chuckle as you stare at him, "Polaris, she's beautiful, I've always thought I could live there one day, among them," you look up again, holding the glass in your right hand while supporting your body to the left one.
You feel a warm caress on the skin of your left hand, you look down to see Tristan walking the buds of his fingertips over the back of your hand in a motion so delicate, you look up at him to find his eyes fixed on yours, in a new way you never witnessed before, a way which sparks something in you.
"Tristan?" you try, but his innocent deer eyes were locked with yours. "y/n, I..." he pauses again, lips parted, he looks at your mouth, your hand, then back into your eyes. By this moment, you were fully aware that whatever you've been fighting back might be true. You put your glass down on the rug, tilt your body to fully face him, his breath is shaky, "Tristan, is there anything wrong?" is the only thing you could say.
"y/n, that night I told you that I was gazing at the north star, it wasn't any north star, it was my own north star, it was you, y/n. You are my North Star." he holds your hands close to his chest as he gazes your eyes with his vast brownies and doe-like lashes, "I couldn't find better words, I'm lost... I'm lost within you... You are my star, I don't think I need to stare at the skies to seek the sparkling that I only find in your eyes," Tristan has always been troubled with how to explain his feelings, but at this very moment, he is confidently staring into your curious eyes, and saying these beautifully knitted words, that created a loving sweater for sure it warms your soul.
Your mouth drops open, maybe surprised of how fast your prayers were answered, or maybe because this was even more charming than you thought things would be, but you were amazed, no doubt. The edges of your lips are slightly stretched, but you were too amazed to express a whole smile. "I'm sorry, y/n, I know I shouldn't 've said tha--" it was your time to take the move, you silence him wrapping your lips around his, in a casual fashion, your eyelids fall closed and, so does he.
This was better than you had pictured, the kiss was tender like his innocent heart, his lips were soft, sweeter than cherries, citrus stinging the tip of your tongue as you taste the peach champagne on his lovesome lips, the toasted nuttiness are swirling along with the sweetness of the strawberry and cream, feeling your heart swelling with a new feeling that you never thought of before, is this what they call love? You're sure it is now.
You part away from him, hiding your face behind your palms, "damn me, I'm so sorry, Tristan, I thought--" he cups your cheeks in his hands, silencing you by simply looking into your eyes. "y/n, my beautiful star, I love you... And I want you to be my North Star forever, my very own Polaris, will you be my North Star?" his shiny honey irises stared back at yours, despite the dim lights you were soaked in, you could see the reflection of yourself in his vast eyes, and if you look closer enough, you might see the stars you never thought of.
You softly nod, and a smile stretches across both of your faces, "yes, I will, I love you, Tristan," you finally say it, and that's when his lips meet yours, and you both mesh in the adoration that was kept within, slow, little, sweet, tinder kisses that might have been sent from heavens and straight onto your lips.
You part once again but this time, both of you are sure of what you're feeling. "I can't believe I just kissed the most beautiful girl," he hides his face as it reddened, you couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable he is, you caress his cheek, resting his chin in your forehand, "as if you're not the most beautiful boy in this world," he chuckles.
"can I ask you a question?" he asks, after lying you under the blanket of the sparkling sky and peppering your cheeks with all the lovely kisses he kept all those years — for long minutes you lost the count of, "sure?" you snuggle in his arms to the warmth of his chiffon shirt, "we're not 'friends' anymore, right?" you shift your head and look at him with knitted eyebrows, "just making sure." he chuckles.
My Little meow meow Tristan I will protect him and defend him for my life
I'm finally done working on it, my rl friends suggested that I should draw Tristan with long hair too and hell I wanna do it 👏🏻 right 👏🏻 fvcking 👏🏻 now 👏🏻 babyyyy
