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all my stars

Tuck Everlasting - A Miles x Rose and baby!Thomas Story

tuck everlasting month 2020, day 12

A/N: so i’ve decided that miles’ wife is named rose. idk where i first got this impression, but no one has ever told me otherwise so it’s canon now, i guess.

Summary: Miles turned his head, which rested a top Rose’s, to look at his slumbering child. “He’s my whole world, Rose,” he said, and his chest rumbled with the thunder of a pleasant rainstorm.

Rose padded through her farmhouse, holding a candle out in front of her to guide the way. The house was quiet, as it almost always was, but when she stopped and listened, she could hear the steady, soft voice of her husband. It was coming from her son’s room, and if she knew her boys, they were reading.

The woman stopped at her son’s partially open door, looking through the gap quietly, careful not to make a sound.

Miles was sitting on his son’s bed, his feet crossed, and a book opened on his lap. His hair was a mess, just like his sons, and his voice was quiet, reading the story with great inflection, his voice rising and falling with the tide of the story. One hand pressed down on the worn pages, and the other was wrapped around his son, who was snuggling into his side. Thomas’ eyes were bright with excitement, giggles sometimes escaping him as he mouthed the words that he knew by heart. 

Rose watched them for a moment, love filling her heart and warming her through. This life, simple and sometimes hard, was all she had dreamed of and more. When Miles had first admitted his feelings for her, she saw this moment, and now, to be living it, she couldn’t wish for more. 

Miles must have noticed her creeping in the doorway, because he closed the book after finishing the page, kissing Thomas on the forehead. Thomas began to protest, voice petulant from lack of sleep, but convincing in its earnestness. Rose could see her husband hesitate for a moment, and she entered the room, giving them both a look that made them look down, sheepishly.

“You were supposed to go to sleep hours ago, young man.” She walked over to her little boy, set the candle down on the table, and hugged him, wrapping him in her arms. Thomas apologized to her, and she kissed his cheek, pushing the blankets back so he could crawl under them for bed.

Miles looked at her, a twinkle in his eyes, and kissed her cheek. She scoffed and swat his arm, playfully. 

“You were supposed to put him to bed.”

Miles smiled and breathed out through his nose in amusement. “Without a story? You know Thomas wouldn’t allow that.”

Rose rolled her eyes, walking to the foot of the bed, where she collected a pillow that had fallen. “He’s three, Miles.”

“And very convincing for his age.” Miles walked over to his wife, hugging her from behind. She laughed at his playfulness, dropping the pillow once more. Turning around in his arms, Rose looked at Miles with deep, loving eyes. He kissed her, pulling her waist closer to his own and she giggled against his lips. “I love you,” Miles mumbled.

“I love you, too.” Rose laid her head against his chest, and turned her gaze to her little Thomas, who was laying down, his eyelids heavy but still open, and he looked at his parents. Rose winked and him and he closed his eyes, sleep taking him quickly.

Miles turned his head, which rested a top Rose’s, to look at his slumbering child. “He’s my whole world, Rose,” he said, and his chest rumbled with the thunder of a pleasant rainstorm.

“Is he, now?”

Rose pulled away from his embrace and looked at Miles, one eyebrow raised in jest.

Miles shook his head, a grin on his face. “And you are my sun—” he kissed her soft lips “—and moon—” another kiss “—and all my stars.”

He kissed her again.

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best of us

Tuck Everlasting - A Miles and Angus Tuck Story

tuck everlasting month 2020, day 10

Summary: Silence lapsed between them again. Angus waited for Miles to say something more about the girl he had fallen for, but Miles was too embarrassed to speak. Angus caught a fish and reeled it in, his movements second nature and efficient. He cast out his line, again, and Miles spoke.

The lake around them was still, its blue waters the same color of the cloudless sky - bright and cheerful. Angus breathed in deeply, taking in the fresh, afternoon breeze with a smile. Miles stared at him from the opposite end of the boat, quiet but with an amused expression on his face. Angus could feel his son’s gaze and turn to him with a raised eyebrow. The two cast their lines for fishing, their movements methodical and in sync despite not sharing a word.

Both of the men watched the water ripple outward from where they had disturbed it, contemplating how the water changed as it went. The world around them was quiet, and the two of them relaxed in the stillness. No words were exchanged between them for a few minutes, and the only sound was the breeze threading through the trees and the birds singing in the summer heat.

“You always were better at fishing than Jesse.” Angus eventually spoke in a soft tone, his head inclined toward Miles. “He’s never been able to sit still for longer than five minutes. He’d rather go for a swim or climb in a tree.”

“And break his leg on the way down.”

Angus chuckled and the boat shook, the lake rippling from the movement.

“Yeah. That boy’s broke more bones than I can count and always manages to turn out alright in the end.”

“That’s the gift of youth, right?” Miles joked, but there was something nostalgic in his words. Angus noticed and looked at his son, his brow furrowing quizzically.

“Now, what has you thinking of life?”

Miles looked down, suddenly very interested with the water below. The tips of his ears turned red, and Angus could guess that the rest of his face looked the same way. The older man chuckled, seeing some of himself in his boy. 

Miles mumbled, “The future, I suppose.” Angus hummed and Miles relented, “Rose.”

“A girl,” Angus sighed, “That always gets a man thinking.”

Silence lapsed between them again. Angus waited for Miles to say something more about the girl he had fallen for, but Miles was too embarrassed to speak. Angus caught a fish and reeled it in, his movements second nature and efficient. He cast out his line, again, and Miles spoke.

“I love her.”

Angus whistled lowly. “You tell her that?” Miles huffed at his father’s words and Angus laughed again, clapping him on the shoulder. “You should, if you haven’t,” his words turned sincere and Miles looked up, “Loving someone is an action - not just a feeling.”

Miles nodded understandingly, thinking of the kind, bookish girl he had been courting the past year. He thought of her smile, how it would make his heart constrict and his stomach flip. His mind rested on the feeling of her hand in his - warm and small, holding onto him tight.

“I want to marry her.” Miles spoke, and a smile broke out on his face at the sheer possibility of the overwhelming happiness he would feel. ‘We could have a life together, close by.” Angus said nothing, just nodded. He knew what Miles was feeling, and the time to consider consequences would come after his world stopped spinning. “We wouldn’t have to be without each other. Nothing could come between us.”

Something pulled at Miles’ fishing pole, and he started to reel it in. Angus watched his son thoughtfully, trying to fathom who his boy would become.

“Rose is a nice girl,” Angus remarked, pride filling his voice, a smile softening his years. “She’d make a wonderful bride.”

Miles nodded, excitement filling him completely, the sun making his brown eyes sparkle.

“She’s the best of us.”

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changing

Tuck Everlasting - A Jesse and Miles Tuck Story

tuck everlasting month 2020, day 15

Summary: “It’s amazing, right?” Jesse spoke to his brother, but his eyes were fixed on the horizon; that bright tomorrow that would be better than today - that beautiful expanse of land that would grow and change while he stayed just the same, spectator to it all.

“Keep up, Miles! We’re almost there!” Jesse called over his shoulder to his brother, grinning ear to ear as he hiked up the familiar mountain path. The sun was raising higher in the sky, its heat bearing down on his back. He looked at the watch on his wrist.

They were making okay time, even if Miles was a little more slow than last time.

“Almost where?” His brother’s voice was mildly irritated - mostly sibling animosity than anything else - as he hurried to follow more closely behind Jesse. The younger brother waved off the others question as they hiked upward, the scenery taking on a new look as they went.

It was more clear, at the top of the mountain, with fewer trees blocking their view and less foliage to get your hair caught in. The brothers took in a simultaneous breath, deep and thankful. The wind rustled through the nature around them and ruffled their hair, making the summer heat a little more bearable in the open environment.

“It’s amazing, right?” Jesse spoke to his brother, but his eyes were fixed on the horizon; that bright tomorrow that would be better than today - that beautiful expanse of land that would grow and change while he stayed just the same, spectator to it all.

“Yeah, it is.”

Jesse’s happiness made the sunspots on his cheeks dance, and he sat down on top of the mountain, opening a bag of trail mix. He sat, munching and staring at the world around him, knowing all too well that Miles was watching him with an amused look (perhaps a tinge of disbelief or envy) written all over his face.

After a moment, Miles sat down beside him, and Jesse offered him some snacks. He hesitated for a moment, but after Jesse shook it, Miles took it from him, and the two ate in silence for a moment or two.

“I bet you get tired, hiking the same trail for decades.” Miles said as he picked out the banana chips and handed them to his brother, taking his raisins in exchange.

“Nah,” Jesse scrunched up his nose and tilted his head a bit as he replied, “Everything’s always changing - most of the time, the same trail feels brand new. I mean, you’ve come up with me at least ten times, now, and you enjoy it enough to keep coming back.”

Miles nodded his head deftly, digesting the wisdom his younger brother had. When had Jesse started to think deeply? It had to happen eventually, of course, (how long had they been living, now?) but he never thought the day would come so soon.

“I think you’re growing up on me, Jesse.” Miles laughed, even as he said it, and Jesse shook his head in annoyance. “Although I don’t expect it to last.”

Jesse threw a peanut at Miles and it got caught in his hair. The older brother picked it out and ate it, anyway.

“See? It’s like I can predict your behavior.”

“After 200 years, I would hope so.”

Miles sighed, “200 years, huh?” The moment sobered as the sun went behind one of the few clouds, and the wind whistled by once more. “How many lifetimes do you think that is?”

Jesse looked down at his shoes, pushing the toes together. “Just one... for us.”

Miles nodded and looked down. The sun came back out and the mountain top was doused in its magnificent heat once more. Miles squinted up at it, as though deciding whether to curse it or himself.

“What do you think Ma and Pa are doing?” Miles nudged his brother and Jesse looked up again, his eyes scanning the view. “Do you think they figure we shot each other, again?”

“They definitely have bets on it.”

Miles smiled, some of the permanent melancholy lifting from his features. “We better let Pa win, this time.”

“Yeah, I’d rather not shoot you just right now.”

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9 years

Tuck Everlasting - Miles Tuck x Rose and Thomas and Anna, angst

tuck everlasting month 2020, day 16

A/N: so, first of all, i changed miles' canon age for when rose leaves. also, in the books miles has 2 kids - a boy, and a girl named anna. i, of course, decided to include her because miles with a daughter would have been perfect - exactly what he needed. the emphasis, however, lies in the word would...

Summary: But time has a way of changing things. Her mother had told her once, when she was young enough to wonder what the world had planned for her, that what’s hidden wants to be found. The more you tried to hide something, the more it would work to show itself in small but meaningful ways.

9 years.

Rose had known the Tucks for 9, long years.

She first met them when the family came into town, having just settled nearby, looking for men to help build their would be home. Even then, Angus Tuck was a self-made man. He knew how to build houses (after all, he had made their first home, before it burned down) and was only looking for help on account of his age. He was nearing fifty and wasn’t as spry as he used to be, so he decided he could use the help of another man - someone young, who could follow directions efficiently. Rose’s brother had fit the description perfectly, and a deal was struck: he would help the Tuck’s with building their home, and they would let him use their horse for farm work.

Rose had met Miles Tuck that day and believed they were kindred spirits, of sorts. He was just as bookish and quiet as she, and while he was blunt and occasionally harsh with his words, his heart was well-meaning and made up for his shortcomings. He was 2 years older than her, at the time, and when the Tuck’s departed, her brother teased her relentlessly.

The next morning, she joined her brother in going over to the Tuck’s homestead, helping Mae unpack her things and cook a large dinner for the men on an open fire. They bonded, speaking of literature and culture, technology and faith. Those days were simple and happy, spent bonding with a family she adored and learning about the world they had come from. There was quite a lot of world, beyond Treegap, New Hampshire, and to hear about it was fascinating.

After a long day’s work, the four men would eat as though they hadn’t seen food in years. They would thank Mae and Rose, praising their cooking, and would have a smoke afterward. Jesse would sneak off sometime before the pipes were pulled out, and Miles would drift away from Angus and Roses’ brother, not caring for conversations of hunting or fishing. Rose would sit beside him, quietly, and start up a conversation with Miles, the two smiling and laughing in the firelight.

When the cottage was finished, Rose helped Mae move the last of her valuables indoors and  sighed. “I suppose I no longer have an excuse to come and bake with you.”

Mae had smiled, and there was something in her eyes that sparkled as though she knew a secret. “As long as Miles lives here, I’m sure you’ll find a reason or two.”

Rose had stuttered, thoroughly embarrassed by the older woman’s words, and Mae said nothing further on the matter. When she said goodbye to the Tuck’s, Rose couldn’t look Miles in the eye.

As they walked home, her brother looked at her with raised eyebrows. Rose shoved him and told him to shut up.

Miles had called on her a few weeks afterward, asking her if she’d like to take a stroll through town. She had smiled, then, admiring the redness in his cheeks and the sincerity in his tone. They courted for a year, and on a beautiful autumn day, they had gotten married.

They had vowed to love each other. They promised to stand by one another and let nothing come between them. They had sworn to be honest with one another, no matter what.

That had been 7 years ago. Rose was 22 and naive to the ways of the world.

Now, staring at her mother, a six year-old Thomas playing on the ground beneath her, and another baby kicking in her stomach, Rose had seen much more of the vast, unexplainable world. Her mother handed her a cup of tea and she sipped at it politely, trying to wonder how to begin.

Her mother had told her once, when she was young enough to not believe her, that what’s hidden wants to be found. The more you tried to hide something, the more it would conspire against you to show itself in small but meaningful ways.

Rose had thought her mother to be too faithful, then - too reliant on the universe working in her favor. Then she had met the Tucks, and throughout the years, she learned bits of their secret.

“Nothing could make me love him less.”

“Of course, not.” Rose’s mother sat across from her at the table, her hair streaked with silver, her eyes heavy with wisdom. “You are his wife, after all.”

Rose nodded. She had never questioned her vows. She loved him and had no secrets. But something ate at the back of her mind, gnawing at her, asking her if perhaps Miles had broken his.

“But you are a mother and every mother loves her child more than anything else.”

Rose looked at her boy - his dark curls falling into wide eyes, his cheeky smiles and soft hands. “I would do anything to keep Thomas safe.” Her hand went to her stomach, and the baby inside moved. “Anna, too.”

“Then you know what you must do.”

At first, there wasn’t much to question. The Tucks had come from out of town to settle, and no one knew their prior family. They joked that youth ran in the family. Jesse looked as though he hadn’t aged a day from when he met Rose, but that was because he was a boy and excitement held onto adolescence tightly. Mae was no younger than her own mother, and yet her hair maintained the same vibrant red of her younger years. Not a single hair turned silver to match the few she had when they first came to Treegap. Rose only ever seemed to get older with time, but motherhood was exhausting and easily deepended wrinkled and added crows feet to smooth skin. If she ever mentioned it, Miles would kiss her, saying she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever met, and Rose would get lost in his love.

After a while, it was their health that Rose found peculiar. Angus and Mae were well into their fifties, approaching that heavy age where the world pulled them closer to the ground in which they would one day lay, leaving aches and pains in the morning, and tiredness in the evening. However, the couple never seemed to be bothered by time, and in the winter, when aches were at their worst and illness swept through the town like a breeze, the family stayed unaffected by the damp that set into their home or the draft that came under the doors.

What had frightened Rose the most, though were not trivial wrinkles or impeccable health. What had caused her to draw away from the family she had always loved and shook Rose to her core was Jesse’s fall.

When she thought about it later, she remembered how the sunlight seemed to bend around him like a halo, the branches falling with him like wings on his back - like an angel, her mother had said. Or, she said, in a quiet tone, like Icarus. A Greek tragedy - too reckless for this life, too young for his experiences.

Jesse should have died upon hitting the ground; a fall from that high, with his body hitting branches as he fell, his head bloody and his limbs lying at odd angles when he landed on the ground should have killed him. He was Icarus, after all, plummeting towards his grave. When he did not, the Tucks were relieved and Rose was, too. But she also had a mind that told her of mortal wounds - those injuries that people do not survive.

Something was broken that day, and it was not Jesse’s body.

Thomas had been four, then, still a toddler that needed a father to show him the way. Rose was still uncertain, in those days, believing in Miles and those vows she had made more than anything else in the world.

That was 2 years ago. She was 27 and growing fast.

Was she grown, now?

“What do I do?” She looked at her mother for guidance but already knew she did not want to hear her reply.

Amongst the Tucks was a fallen angel. They were no longer in God’s grace.

“You already know what must be done.”

“But I cannot.” Tears were welling into Rose’s eyes and she pushed them back, not allowing them to fall. Thomas had stilled in her games on the floor and stared at his mother, eyes wide and full of wonder. “I can’t leave Miles… I can’t leave my husband.”

“You’re not leaving Miles.” Her mother put her hands on top of Roses’. “You’re leaving The Adversary.”

“No...” Rose fell to the ground and wept. Thomas grabbed her skirts, rubbing them between his thumb and forefinger. “They’re good people.”

“They’ve been claimed by evil.” Rose shook her head, but her eyes were filled with fear. “You have your children to think of. You must leave.”

“Where will I go?” Rose asked, her voice cracking, her head bowed.

Her mother leaned down to pick Rose off of the ground. Rose was sobbing still, her body shaking with effort, her breathing laboured and broken. Her mother smoothed her hair and let Rose cry on her shoulder. Thomas hugged his mother’s legs and patted her pregnant belly.

“Go to the Lord, Rose, and pray. It’s all you can do.”

…

Rose stared at the empty page beneath her and willed herself to write something down. She had loved Miles for 9, long years. She had been by his side all the while, never once believing him to be something dark and sinister.

When Jesse had fallen, Miles had been right there, calling out his brother’s name, holding the boy’s body to his chest. When Jesse’s eyes opened and he coughed up blood, the deep red dripping down his chin and staining his shirt, Miles had carried him to their home with tears of relief in his eyes. He had borne the burden of almost losing his brother, determined to not let anyone else suffer.

Rose had borne the burden of knowing that he shouldn’t have survived.

To the Tucks, Jesse’s prolonged life was a miracle. But Jesse’s life was heavy on Rose’s conscience - like a curse.

It was only fair, now, that Miles shared in her burden. A letter was the only way he could ever know the reasons for why she would do what she intended. Miles knowing why would explain her actions and the guilt of what she was to do would be his, as well.

She was going to explain herself - like a good, honest woman should. Honesty was one of her vows to him. Miles may have kept secrets and cast her in shadow, but she would shed light on her action and give him the honestly she promised one last time.

Rose was 29, now, and time was stealing away her life, one day at a time.

She could not wait any longer for another explanation to arrive. The rumors in town were insidious. The Tucks were an unnatural family. There was no other way - no other path she could take.

Rose looked at the grandfather clock that she had been given as a wedding gift. In only a few more hours, light would start to fill the house. She had to go, now. There was no time for explanations or apologies.

Rose stood and crept to where they kept their money box. She took what little they had, and prayed that the Lord would provide the rest. She turned, one last time, to look at her husband, pain in her eyes.

He was still 22, the same as they day they met, no changes made to his mortal body. He did not look like the evil he was supposed to be, but evil was a master at deception.

Her baby kicked and Rose held back a sob.

Stealing into Thomas’ room, Rose prayed to the Lord. She prayed for guidance, for strength, for something to make the bile in her throat lessen, something to make her actions feel like less of a betrayal.

Thomas woke at his mother’s touch, and she told him they were leaving. He asked her if papa was coming and a tear slipped down her cheek. She bent down to look him in the eye, and when she spoke, her words were thick with sorrow, but clear and low. “Not now, Thomas. We will see him again, one day, but not now.”

He didn’t understand, but followed where his mother led. Their footfalls were quiet, with the grace of God guiding them outside and into the night.

Rose had a destination in mind - somewhere Miles would never find them, somewhere where she would not see him at every street corner and in the aisles of a store. She thought of her life with him; her mind combed through those 9 years in a moment's hesitation and lingered on her mother’s words, spoken with gravity.

You already know what must be done.

Rose held Thomas’ hand in hers, the other resting on her pregnant stomach. Inside, the baby put her foot to where her mother held her. She knew what must be done for her children - there was nothing that was too difficult, nothing too unthinkable when done in their name. She prayed that one day, when she told Thomas of all that had been done, that he would not hate her for her actions, done in his name.

She did not look back at the farmhouse as she left. She had to leave Miles behind her. Still, she closed her eyes as she traveled into the night, the wind stinging her cheeks, damp with tears, and thought of the man she had met in Treegap, 9 years ago.

“Forgive me.”

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forgetting

Tuck Everlasting - A Miles and Mae Tuck Story

tuck everlasting month 2020, day 18

Summary: He had forever to forget - forever to repent and wish things had been some other way. But to be without his son already was more than he could bear. How could he go through this life, forgetting details about the family he once had, until they were completely lost to time?

The silence of the early morning was deafening. It was part of why Miles left.

In that farmhouse Miles had once called his own, a little boy named Thomas used to rise with the sun and pad through the house in search of a new book to read, his footsteps and breathing making the house feel alive and full. Miles would be pulled from his slumber by the sounds his little boy had made, and when he opened his eyes, a pregnant Rose would be sleeping next to her, her expression peaceful and calm. Miles would kiss her on the forehead and go down the stairs, catching Thomas as he shuffled through the living room, his eyes sleepy but crinkling in the corners with a smile.

He would call out to Miles, then, his voice like...

His voice...

The silence that surrounded Miles Tuck made his heart ache and his eyes sting.

Thomas. A little boy. Six years old and short of his age. He had a mop of messy, black curls. He had wide, wonder-struck eyes. He smiled and it was like the world stilled around him. He would scowl as the looked at a grandfather clock and Miles would smooth the wrinkles in between his eyebrows with his thumb.

Thomas.

He had been his little boy - his whole world, his mother Miles’ sun and moon and stars above.

His voice...

His...

Miles couldn’t remember his voice.

What had he sounded like, laughing when climbing trees with his Uncle? What words did he stutter at, unable to form all the syllables in his young mouth? If Thomas saw him on the street and called out to his father, would he be able to recognize his voice? Would he know his boy, if he were right there, reaching out with a voice Miles could not remember?

Hot, salty tears fell on his cheeks and slid down his jaw. The whites of his eyes were turning an angry red from being pushed to their limit. His sobs came out harsh and uneven, his throat rubbed raw and bleeding.

How could he have allowed himself to forget something so precious and full of life? To forget so soon... He had forever to forget - forever to repent and wish things had been some other way. But to be without his son already was more than he could bear. How could he go through this life, forgetting details about the family he once had, until they were completely lost to time?

His Rose... His Thomas... His Anna...

Their voices...

He cried to fill the silence.

Mae found him and put her arms around him, rubbing his back in calming circles, brushing the tears from his face with her thumb, whispering to fill the silence that taunted him. She couldn’t understand his words while they were broken and incomplete, but she understood his sobs the way any mother would.

“I’m here, Miles. It’ll be okay.”

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three

Tuck Everlasting - A Mae x Angus and Baby!Miles Story.

tuck everlasting month 2020, day 9

Summary: “Shhh... Miles.” Mae came to stand over her life’s work, still in its fledgling state, with a twinkle in her eye. “It’s time for bed now, my love.”

At three years old, Miles Tuck was his parents’ whole world.

Miles had been sickly baby; pale and skinny from the moment he was born. The midwife had told a tired Mae that she didn’t believe he would live long, with how early he had come. He had been birthed two months too soon, and she would have to keep him as close to her as she could, if she wished for him to grow at all.

They had prayed, that night, their voices hushed as their candles burned low into the next day.

The candle still burned low and late into the evening, but their small home was now filled with laughter and joy. At three years old, Miles Tuck was a happy child, his face no longer wan and blurry eyed, but flush with blood and bright with wonder.

That night, after the sun had gone down, Miles had begged his mother and father to take him outside. There they stargazed and caught fireflies, their smiles reflecting the light of the moon - gentle and full. After a few hours, Mae held her little boy (still small, but growing stronger) in her arms and told him it was time for bed. Miles protested, but a yawn escaped him, and he giggled embarrassedly before agreeing and walking inside.

The family walked inside and Miles, his dark locks mussed, dragged his baby blanket across the floor, his steps at three years old still a little uncertain. Angus walked closely behind him, ready to catch him if he stumbled, and Mae followed, a content smile on her face.

“Up!” Angus lifted his baby boy gently and set him down on his bed, cradling Miles in his strong arms as though he could break. Helping him into his night wear, Angus listened as Miles babbled on about how the fireflies were stars once, but they loved the trees so much they left the sky to come closer to the ground. Angus nodded at all the right moments, in awe of the simplistic, yet beautiful way in which his son saw the world.

All these thoughts, at such a young age? Angus looked at his small, vulnerable progeny and knew that he would change the world.

“Shhh... Miles.” Mae came to stand over her life’s work, still in its fledgling state, with a twinkle in her eye. “It’s time for bed now, my love.”

Miles looked at his parents with all the wonder of the world in his large, brown eyes. He nodded, then, falling silent with a reverence that made his parents’ hearts twist with love.

Angus gave his son a hug, marveling at how tiny Miles was in his arms. He stood and moved to the end of the bed, watching fondly as Mae tucked her baby in, kissing the top of his head and smoothing his hair. She joined him, and the two watched as sleep quickly overtook their child.

He was so small; hands curled over the edge of a quilt, toes curling in on themselves. He was so small, and yet he was everything to Mae and Angus.

How long had Mae cried, after the midwife had taken her leave and she as left with a child, doomed to leave her? How many times had Angus looked at his boy and thought that it could be the last?

They had him, now, and they would be happy to live with him this way forever.

“Nothing could ever pull me away from our boy.” Angus grabbed his wife’s hand, his eyes never leaving his son. Mae smiled and leaned against him, a warmth spreading through her that could only be described as love. “He’s ours, darling Mae.”

He kissed his wife and she held him close. “He’s home. Nothing can change that.”

Nothing.

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“but it’s not a question in my mind, i know what this is”

Tuck Everlasting - Miles Tuck x reader (?)

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Miles Tuck could fall in love in a moment. He could see someone from across the room and know, in that moment, that he was in love. He spent so much time within himself he could tell exactly what every tick of his body meant, he knew exactly where his mind was going to wander before it ever did. Miles Tuck had fallen in love three times in his life so far, and he was sure they weren’t going to last. 

There was Rose, his wife, the mother of his only son. She was a love that had formed slowly, although he knew it was going to happen the day he saw her in Treegap, New Hampshire. He had to have Jesse psyche him up to go talk to her, and when he did he almost fainted at her bold life. She was headstrong but willing to compromise. She was kind but had a fire inside of her that could lash out at the worst of times. Mae had told him that ‘opposites attract’ and that ‘he would be good for her.’ She never warned him that Rose might not be good for him. Rose left him, and with her, she took all that he was. Miles didn’t think he could go on, but then an eleven-year-old girl came into his life and helped him move past his stagnant ways. He never got to thank her, although he doubted she ever knew what she had done.

His second love was as quiet as Miles himself. He was an observant man who seemed to take note of Miles before Miles even knew the other man existed. They went to a university together, and while their aspirations were different, they were similar in mind and thought. He was the first person Miles would go to with a question, and the last person Miles thought about before going to sleep. They were friends before they could be anything else, but Miles knew from the moment they spoke that he would matter more than anything before. Miles saw his attraction and dependence grow and knew that it would have to end. He was in love and knew that loving someone was wanting them to be happy. And how could he ensure that eternal life would be happy? Miles had lived for so long and knew that the world was far more dark than it was ever light. He knew the floundering in despair that came as a result from the wars and ceaseless fighting. He also knew that his lover, this man whom he cared so for, was nothing if not an extension of Miles himself. They were so similar in their worldview that he knew if he struggled, his love would too. And so he left, not waiting for another Rose to leave him.

The third time Miles Tuck fell in love, he knew it was going to be his last. He didn’t know how he knew it; they had called it his intuition, that he was wise beyond his years. Miles said they didn’t know the half of it. They had laughed at that, and Miles knew he was done for. They said that the world needed more people like Miles Tuck, and while he begged to disagree they hushed him and told him he was being too critical. They focused his eyes on the light and star-charted the universe of possibilities. They sang their praises to the sun and slow danced in the rain. They planned for the future and yet spoke of the past. They were a cloud in the sky - light and airy but also dark and sad. They cried and laughed, smiled and frowned. And when their eyes looked at Miles, the color so rich it held a thousand stories yet had the capacity for a thousand more, they saw a person - and perhaps that is what struck him most. Miles Tuck had traveled so long without a real purpose that he no longer recognized who he was. They had looked at him and had seen someone worthy of a chance. He hadn’t been changed, they had merely opened his eyes again and showed him the man he had always been. And Miles was in love. And while he worried about forever, Miles knew the two of them could handle it - together.

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“and i blame myself for everything that happened”

Tuck Everlasting - A Miles Tuck Story

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Miles woke up cold.

He had woken up alone before, Rose having gone to check on Thomas or start breakfast, but there was always a certain warmth that emanated from where she had been. These past few months there had even been nights when he would sleep on the couch instead of in their room, fights having made it so that they could not look each other in the eye. But, still, there had been a warmth that came from a full house and residual anger built up inside. Anger; he called it that even though he knew that it was the sadness of having to be dishonest when all he wanted was to explain.

He slept on the couch, now, and the stillness of the house put him on edge.

The grandfather clock showed that it was well into the morning. At this time they were usually working through their disagreement. That, or they were ignoring each other, pretending that nothing had happened and they were nothing more than roommates. Rose would be playing with Thomas in his room with a hushed tone, her back turned towards the door where Miles would enter. She'd shut him out before he had time to think of a lie.

Miles hated to lie, especially to Rose.

False words never formed well in his mind and never tumbled out of his mouth the way they should. It didn't bother him until now. He had never needed to lie, there was nothing to keep secret. There was nothing he couldn't share, at least, not before the spring. He couldn't share the spring. He couldn't share the time it gave to him, or, more accurately, the time that it seemed to keep from him. And Rose knew that he was holding something back. Rose could always tell when he was trying to keep a secret, no matter how innocent. That's how she knew about everything.

And Miles would've given Rose everything.

He'd even give her the secret of the spring. He would do anything that would close the rift between them. He couldn't handle another day at odds, another night filled with the words that he should have said. The Tucks made a vow long ago not to tell anyone about their secret, but Rose wasn't just anyone. Rose was everyone. She was the one. Miles couldn't bear to lose her. She was his family, and if she left, she would take Thomas. And if Thomas were gone, Miles would be left with nothing but lies and unspoken truths.

Miles took the stairs two at a time.

His house was small, but when he and Rose had gotten married, they didn't need anything else. Their love and laughter filled the house, making it feel a bit bigger. It didn't matter that they were living with less than what someone else could give because their love was boundless and made up for where they had little. Even when their hallway didn't have room for three after the arrival of Thomas, they felt that it was perfect. And they had always felt that together. Miles didn't know what they did together anymore.

Miles knocked on the bedroom door; it sounded hollow.

"Rose?" Miles winced at how the sound echoed in the quiet. His home was never silent like that, Thomas had taken after his Uncle Jesse and filled Miles' life with laughter and joy that rivaled that of anyone else. The Tucks had always lived a simple life, but they were full. Echoes reminded him of the solitude of caves and empty lakes; places his father savored for their simplicity, places Miles despised for their loneliness. The last thing he wanted to be left with was echoes, and Rose filled his mind with so many thoughts that he didn't notice them with her.

Miles opened the creaking door with care.

The room was empty.

Miles rushed across the landing to Thomas' room.

He was gone.

Miles' hand shook. The doorknob rattled. There was no sound. The floor was cold. His sobs were broken. His heart was hollow. He was left with nothing. The house felt big. The world was still.

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