the breaking point (threesome canon; for ofthecubs)

[theunpressuredclub]

Rachel is weeping when they stumble into Edgar’s chambers, and the two of them slump to the ground just inside the door, only just keeping one another from falling over completely. There is blood staining her shirt and a frightening looking gash near one of his eyes, among other things, but the injuries are being ignored for now by the young redhead as she clings to her boyfriend, presses her forehead against his.

“Enough, Elliot,” she says, her voice rough and shaking, “I don’t care if you and Pierre have to switch Suits and come stay with us. We can’t—we can’t do this anymore.”

“Rachel,” he begins, and his voice is a kind of raspiness that only comes from screaming too long.

“No.” she interrupts, “I can’t—watch while he does this anymore. I can’t let him make you watch, either. This—this is going to end. Maybe not tonight, but—soon.”

“Rachel—”

“—No, Elliot.” Her gaze turns instinctively, pleadingly, towards Edgar, “There’s another way. We’ll find it—won’t we, Ed?”

And maybe they will, now that the majority of them are in agreement that another way needed to be found. Now that Rachel, finally, after far too long, wants to seek the other solutions Edgar has spent too long asking them both to find.

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[ofthecubs]

He loves them. He loves both of them so much that it almost breaks his heart in half from simply the joy of loving anyone at all this much, this intensely, this constantly.

It makes waiting for them an absolute agony. It makes the way they invariably stumble into his safe, quiet little rooms dig barbs into his heart. It means that he's up almost before they're through the door fully, locking it safely behind them so he can drop down where both of them can be clung to. Where he can see them both breathing and feel it reverberate through his body as he does.

And it makes it feel like bursting to the surface after holding one's breath too long to hear her speak about ending it--ending this, the last genuinely fractured thing keeping the two of them so far from him. True, they'll always be bound in a different way. They'll always walk with a different shadow over them. That's fine. That's part of them.

It's just that the blood on Rachel's skin and clothes shouldn't be there. The pain in Elliot's throat shouldn't be there. That wasn't part of them. That was someone else leaving fingerprints where he shouldn't.

"We'll find a way." It's important to murmur now, his own voice tight from only nerves. "For all of you. All of you."

But starting with Rachel. Starting with Elliot.