Ant and Dec One Shots

Silent Reassurances Of Love

Ant and Dec had always shared a deep friendship, but over the past year, something had shifted between them. Their connection grew more profound, wordless in many ways, each attuned to the other's needs without a single spoken word.

There was a morning in spring when they were filming, and Dec noticed a hint of weariness in Ant's eyes. Without missing a beat, he placed a hand on Ant's shoulder and squeezed gently. Ant looked over, offering a small, grateful smile, as though the gesture alone had lifted a bit of the weight he'd been carrying. Later, Dec subtly passed Ant his coffee just the way he liked it. It was these quiet gestures, flowing between them naturally, that spoke louder than words.

During summer, after a particularly long day on set, Dec's shoulders sagged slightly. Ant, catching his gaze, simply opened his arms. Dec moved in, embracing Ant tightly, finding solace in the warmth of his friend's steady support. When they parted, they shared a gentle kiss on each other's temples, a silent assurance that they'd always be there for one another.

It was in the smaller, everyday moments that their friendship shone the brightest. If Dec's hand lingered too long over his cup, Ant would have already refilled it before Dec even had to ask. And when Ant's laughter was a little too forced, Dec would slip his hand into his, giving it a gentle squeeze as if to say, "I'm here."

One autumn evening, when they were lounging at Dec's place after a full day of filming, Ant brought over a blanket and draped it over Dec's lap without a word. Dec looked up, a soft smile spreading across his face. They snuggled close, silently watching a film they'd both seen countless times. Dec rested his head on Ant's shoulder, feeling the calmness of his friend's steady presence. And Ant, without thinking, leaned over to place a soft kiss on Dec's hair, just to remind him he was loved.

As winter came, the cold brought cosy afternoons spent bundled together, where the only sounds were the crackling fire and their easy laughter. They had a tradition by then - whenever one would bring out the hot cocoa, the other would come back with a tray of snacks. They knew it was a little silly, but it felt like a ritual, a way to tell each other how much they cared without words.

And so, the year passed in a rhythm that felt almost sacred. In each touch, each small act of care, they were telling each other, "I love you." Their friendship had become a dance, a gentle, unspoken understanding that they were exactly where they were meant to be - by each other's side, always.