Author's note: ok ok, so I am supposed to be working on Fighting Hearts alone right now but I saw a video of these two Olympians, Tara and Hunter Woodhall which made me think of Olitz so here I am recreating that moment in Olitz world. :)
The roar of the crowd was deafening in the stadium as Olivia stood at the edge of the track, her muscles taut with anticipation. She could hear Fitz in the stands, his voice cutting through the noise like a beacon. "You've got this, Liv! Fly, baby, fly!"
His words were a lifeline, grounding her in the moment. They'd been through so much together—late-night training sessions, injuries, setbacks, and countless moments of doubt. But Fitz had always been there, his strength and resilience fueling her when she needed it most. Olivia inhaled deeply, focused on the long jump pit ahead of her. Everything had led to this moment, and she wasn't going to let anything stand in her way.
She sprinted down the track, her steps light but powerful, and when she leaped, it was as though she defied gravity itself. Time seemed to slow in those seconds, her body soaring through the air, reaching for the gold. And when she landed—perfectly—she knew. She had done it.
The stadium erupted in cheers as her jump was announced, and without hesitation, she turned toward the stands. Her eyes immediately found Fitz, who was already pushing through the crowd, his prosthetics moving swiftly as he made his way to the edge of the track. Olivia didn't wait. She bolted toward him, her legs, the same ones that had carried her to victory, now carrying her to the man who had been her foundation.
She launched herself into his arms, and Fitz caught her effortlessly, his strong embrace anchoring her as they both began to cry. He held her tightly, their tears mingling as they stood there together, the weight of the moment overwhelming them both. Fitz whispered into her ear, his voice breaking with emotion. "I knew you'd do it, Liv. I knew it."
Olivia pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes, and smiled through her tears. "We did it. I couldn't have done this without you."
Fitz kissed her forehead, his grip never loosening. "You're incredible. I'm so proud of you."
A month later, it was Olivia's turn to sit in the stands, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched Fitz prepare for his race. The men's 400 meters in the Paralympic Games was always a fierce competition, but she knew what Fitz was capable of. She had seen it in him since they first met back in college, at the University of Arkansas. Even then, he had this unbreakable spirit, a drive that pushed him through every obstacle.
Fitz had fibular hemimelia, a condition that had led to the amputation of both of his legs below the knee when he was just 11 months old. But he had never let that define him. Olivia had seen him train relentlessly, pushing his body to its limits, and now, as he took his place at the starting line, she knew he was ready.
Her voice joined the chorus of cheers. "You've got this, Fitz! Run like you always do!"
When the gun went off, Fitz exploded out of the blocks, his blades slicing through the track with speed and precision. Olivia was on her feet the entire time, her hands clasped together as she watched him power around the curve. Every muscle in her body tensed as he pulled ahead, his form perfect, his determination palpable.
As he crossed the finish line in first place, Olivia felt her breath leave her in a sob. Tears streamed down her face as she watched him slow to a stop, his face lifting to the sky in sheer triumph. He had done it. He had won gold.
Olivia didn't wait. She made her way down to the track, pushing through the crowds just as Fitz had done for her. When she finally reached him, Fitz turned toward her, his face flushed with victory, and opened his arms. She rushed into his embrace, holding him tightly as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.
"I'm so proud of you," Olivia whispered, her voice trembling. "You're amazing."
Fitz's arms tightened around her, and he pressed his forehead to hers, both of them lost in the enormity of the moment. "We did it, Liv. We really did it."
Later that evening, after all the celebrations and press conferences, they found themselves alone in the quiet of their hotel room. Fitz had left the Olympic Village to be with her, his heart too full to be apart from her any longer. They didn't need words as they stood together, just the feeling of being close, their victories shared, their hearts intertwined.
Fitz gently brushed his fingers along Olivia's cheek, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "You know, we're pretty good at this winning thing."
Olivia laughed, her eyes shining. "Yeah, we are."
They held each other close, the weight of their medals a tangible reminder of everything they had accomplished. But more than the gold, it was the journey they had taken together that mattered most. The love, the support, the unwavering belief in each other—that was the real victory.
As they lay together, wrapped in each other's warmth, enjoying their post-coital release, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would always face them side by side, just as they always had.
Because together, they were unstoppable.
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