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delphiTitle: Here We Are
Fandom: Chance (2015)
Relationships: Amir Abbas/Trevor Bunting
Rating: General
Word Count: ~850
Content Info: n/a
Summary: An early morning during the first Ramadan of Trevor and Amir's marriage.
Notes: Written for the 2026 round of![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
bethefirst. This story is also available on AO3.
The short film this fic is based on was made available for free online by its director, and I really recommend it if you're in the mood for a very sweet later in life romance between a socially isolated widower and a refugee fleeing state violence with his own loss who meet in a London park one day and offer each other a new lease on life.
Trevor woke up a few minutes early this time, when the last bit of night was still comfortably draped over the bedroom.
He had a good internal clock, creature of habit that he was. It came in handy as he slowly and carefully eased an arm out from under the covers, brought the mobile phone on the bedside table within squinting distance, and turned off the alarm before it could startle Amir awake.
"Amir," he said softly, his hand finding the small of Amir's back over the duvet and rubbing in coaxing circles. "It's time to get up, love."
It had always seemed worryingly complicated when he was younger, the whole business of sleeping with a man. Not just because of the obvious, back in the '80s, but on a far more essential level. It was like thinking about being a farmer when no one else in your family had ever dabbled in agriculture, and only having Emmerdale as a glimpse into what it might be like. He'd ended up rather relieved as a young man to find he didn't have his heart fully set on finding his way out to the country, not when he was equally happy in the city, with all of the clearly labelled street signs, familiar landmarks, and tube station maps that had led him to Dot and to Susan.
Of course, as with a lot of things in life that seemed daunting when they were new, it wasn't actually all that convoluted once you gave it a go. Especially when you had someone brave to walk with you.
Amir stirred, drawing in a deeper breath. He pressed his face into Trevor's shoulder with a hum and then rolled onto his back, blinking up at him and smiling sleepily, rumpled and handsome.
"Good morning," Amir said, and just like that it was.
The overhead light in the kitchen was far too bright for this hour, but Amir had cleverly relocated one of the lamps from the lounge a few days ago. Its soft yellow glow was a lot kinder on both their eyes as they set about making the sort of breakfast that would stick to their ribs until iftar at Zara's tonight.
Porridge was the bulwark, as it had been in Trevor's school days. Only, you were allowed to actually make it taste nice these days. He got a good-sized saucepan of it started while Amir put the kettle on, and he lined up all the trimmings: sultanas and dried apple, cinnamon and cardamom, walnuts and golden syrup.
Amir for his part took care of the eggs, having the patience and deft hand to persuade them into flipping over easy without breaking any yolks. Those would find their way onto wholemeal toast, served alongside an orange each that had been cut into neat restaurant slices that made the morning feel like an occasion.
The kitchen wasn't big enough to keep them from bumping up against each other as they worked, but these were cozy collisions. Their arms brushed as they crowded in beside each other at the counter. He held Amir's hip as he squeezed past him around the table. Their eyes met, and then Amir looked significantly at the clock and back at him, and Trevor's face and chest went warm with the knowledge that the dishes could wait and there might be time for more than just sleep before the sun came up.
"We have company," Amir commented, nodding at the light that had come on in one of the flats across the street. He'd noticed—perhaps he'd always notice—but there wasn't any real worry in his voice.
Out on the main road, the bus hissed as it came to a stop. A year ago, the sound might have startled Trevor himself. The light would have made him draw the curtains, ashamed of his loneliness, hating it and wanting to hide behind it all at the same time.
Now, as he gave the porridge a final stir and took down two bowls from the cupboard, he thought about how nice it was to live in London. How you were never really alone here. All across the city, there were other people, bleary-eyed and yawning, making something to eat before fasting, or before starting an early shift, or maybe on their way to bed after a wild night out. There were other men making breakfast together in their pyjamas and slippers. There were other couples thinking about a kiss and a cuddle as they waited for the tea to steep.
And there were those on their own, content or quietly aching, lying awake in bed after a bad dream or counting hours on their fingers to remember what time it was across the ocean. Making plans for the weekend. Thinking about taking a walk in the park.
He hoped it would be a nice day for it.
The toaster popped, the lid of the treacle jar finally came loose, and the eggs slid smoothly out of the pan. Amir pulled out his chair for him, and Trevor kissed his cheek before sitting down to take his pills.
"Here we are," he murmured as he fixed Amir's tea. Here we are.
Fandom: Chance (2015)
Relationships: Amir Abbas/Trevor Bunting
Rating: General
Word Count: ~850
Content Info: n/a
Summary: An early morning during the first Ramadan of Trevor and Amir's marriage.
Notes: Written for the 2026 round of
bethefirst. This story is also available on AO3.The short film this fic is based on was made available for free online by its director, and I really recommend it if you're in the mood for a very sweet later in life romance between a socially isolated widower and a refugee fleeing state violence with his own loss who meet in a London park one day and offer each other a new lease on life.
Trevor woke up a few minutes early this time, when the last bit of night was still comfortably draped over the bedroom.
He had a good internal clock, creature of habit that he was. It came in handy as he slowly and carefully eased an arm out from under the covers, brought the mobile phone on the bedside table within squinting distance, and turned off the alarm before it could startle Amir awake.
"Amir," he said softly, his hand finding the small of Amir's back over the duvet and rubbing in coaxing circles. "It's time to get up, love."
It had always seemed worryingly complicated when he was younger, the whole business of sleeping with a man. Not just because of the obvious, back in the '80s, but on a far more essential level. It was like thinking about being a farmer when no one else in your family had ever dabbled in agriculture, and only having Emmerdale as a glimpse into what it might be like. He'd ended up rather relieved as a young man to find he didn't have his heart fully set on finding his way out to the country, not when he was equally happy in the city, with all of the clearly labelled street signs, familiar landmarks, and tube station maps that had led him to Dot and to Susan.
Of course, as with a lot of things in life that seemed daunting when they were new, it wasn't actually all that convoluted once you gave it a go. Especially when you had someone brave to walk with you.
Amir stirred, drawing in a deeper breath. He pressed his face into Trevor's shoulder with a hum and then rolled onto his back, blinking up at him and smiling sleepily, rumpled and handsome.
"Good morning," Amir said, and just like that it was.
The overhead light in the kitchen was far too bright for this hour, but Amir had cleverly relocated one of the lamps from the lounge a few days ago. Its soft yellow glow was a lot kinder on both their eyes as they set about making the sort of breakfast that would stick to their ribs until iftar at Zara's tonight.
Porridge was the bulwark, as it had been in Trevor's school days. Only, you were allowed to actually make it taste nice these days. He got a good-sized saucepan of it started while Amir put the kettle on, and he lined up all the trimmings: sultanas and dried apple, cinnamon and cardamom, walnuts and golden syrup.
Amir for his part took care of the eggs, having the patience and deft hand to persuade them into flipping over easy without breaking any yolks. Those would find their way onto wholemeal toast, served alongside an orange each that had been cut into neat restaurant slices that made the morning feel like an occasion.
The kitchen wasn't big enough to keep them from bumping up against each other as they worked, but these were cozy collisions. Their arms brushed as they crowded in beside each other at the counter. He held Amir's hip as he squeezed past him around the table. Their eyes met, and then Amir looked significantly at the clock and back at him, and Trevor's face and chest went warm with the knowledge that the dishes could wait and there might be time for more than just sleep before the sun came up.
"We have company," Amir commented, nodding at the light that had come on in one of the flats across the street. He'd noticed—perhaps he'd always notice—but there wasn't any real worry in his voice.
Out on the main road, the bus hissed as it came to a stop. A year ago, the sound might have startled Trevor himself. The light would have made him draw the curtains, ashamed of his loneliness, hating it and wanting to hide behind it all at the same time.
Now, as he gave the porridge a final stir and took down two bowls from the cupboard, he thought about how nice it was to live in London. How you were never really alone here. All across the city, there were other people, bleary-eyed and yawning, making something to eat before fasting, or before starting an early shift, or maybe on their way to bed after a wild night out. There were other men making breakfast together in their pyjamas and slippers. There were other couples thinking about a kiss and a cuddle as they waited for the tea to steep.
And there were those on their own, content or quietly aching, lying awake in bed after a bad dream or counting hours on their fingers to remember what time it was across the ocean. Making plans for the weekend. Thinking about taking a walk in the park.
He hoped it would be a nice day for it.
The toaster popped, the lid of the treacle jar finally came loose, and the eggs slid smoothly out of the pan. Amir pulled out his chair for him, and Trevor kissed his cheek before sitting down to take his pills.
"Here we are," he murmured as he fixed Amir's tea. Here we are.
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