Ant and Dec One Shots

Anchored in Love: A Story of Friendship and Devotion

Ant and Dec had become Stephen's fiercest protectors, watching over him with a love that transcended friendship and grew into something deeper, something unbreakable. They anticipated his needs with a quiet attentiveness, always lifting his spirits when his demanding schedule left him feeling drained and worn thin. In countless ways, they showed their care-through the smallest gestures, like gentle touches and sweet words, to the grandest acts of kindness. Each one made Stephen feel safe, cherished, and so profoundly loved.

Each morning, Stephen would wake to a text from each of them: "Good morning, little one! Hope you had a restful night. Text us if you need anything. Love you xx." Those simple words were like anchors, grounding him with the reminder that two steadfast presences were always by his side, looking out for him like devoted shadows. Throughout the day, they'd swing by his set or office, always finding a way to bring him a warm lunch or a soothing cup of tea. Each visit came with a tender kiss on his cheek or a reassuring squeeze of his hand-gestures that painted his cheeks pink and softened his smile.

"Remember, Stevie, we're here, okay?" Ant would murmur, ruffling Stephen's hair with a fondness that seemed to wash away the day's stress. Dec, his smile brimming with affection, would add, "Just come find us anytime, sweetheart." Their words lingered like a soft embrace, wrapping around him, especially on days when the world felt a bit too heavy.

When they sensed Stephen struggling more than usual, they'd whisk him away for a surprise lunch, insisting he pause to eat something hearty. They listened as he poured out his worries, nodding with soft, understanding smiles and offering gentle words of reassurance. Their sweet nicknames-"our darling boy," "our precious Stevie"-wrapped around him like a warm blanket, easing his heart and reminding him he was never alone.

On especially long nights, they'd call just before bed, their voices soft and calming as they talked to him until he was tucked under his blankets, a sleepy smile on his lips. They'd linger on the line, talking to him until he drifted off, leaving him feeling safe, loved, and protected, even from afar.

Friday nights, however, were sacred-a weekly movie night they never missed, a tradition Stephen looked forward to all week. No matter how chaotic life became, this ritual stayed unbroken. When he arrived, Ant and Dec had already transformed the couch into a cosy nest, piled high with blankets and soft pillows just for him. They'd settle on either side, gently gathering him close and whispering, "Tonight, just let us take care of you, sweetheart. You don't need to lift a finger."

As the movie began, their gentle, comforting touches enveloped him: Dec rubbed soothing circles on his back, murmuring, "You've worked so hard all week, love. Tonight, let us hold you." With his head nestled against Ant's shoulder, Stephen felt Dec's fingers threading through his hair, each stroke calming and steady. Ant's hand rested at the small of his back, giving his bottom gentle, reassuring pats-soft reminders that kept Stephen grounded and feeling safe. Stephen treasured these touches, barely able to hide the way his heart swelled with each one.

Throughout the movie, their devotion shone through every tender gesture-a soft kiss on his cheek, a squeeze of his hand, and that steady, loving pat that lulled him into a sense of peace. Leaning close, they'd whisper, "No one could ever mean as much to us as you do, sweetheart." Stephen's heart would fill to the brim, wrapped up in their love, his world held secure by two of the people who meant everything to him.

When he finally drifted off, his thumb tucked in his mouth like a contented child-a sight that filled Ant and Dec with an endless tenderness-they'd hold him a little closer, moved every time he murmured 'night, daddy.' It was a word that held a profound place in their hearts, for nothing felt as right as caring for the one who trusted them so completely, who saw them as his protectors, his guardians.

Watching his peaceful expression, they'd murmur softly, "Goodnight, our darling baby boy. We'll always be here to keep you safe." Holding him close, they felt a deep sense of joy, knowing they'd created a sanctuary for him, a space of warmth and love where he could always rest, held in the arms of the two people who'd love him endlessly.