one-shot collection [multi-fandom]

Holding Hands || Barlyle

For months, Phillip had been planning it. He had been planning it down to the very moment that it would happen. Where. When. How. He'd had it all planned out meticulously. And then Phineas had to come and sweep all his plans out the door in one bliss-filled moment.

It was going to be on a nice dinner date later that week. Not during a show.

They were going to slowly reach across the table towards each other. Not snatching each other's hands to be dragged across the ring.

It was going to be a private affair. Not in front of the troupe and their audience.

They were supposed to be in low candlelight. Not under the bright spotlight.

They were supposed to be in their nice black suits. Not the bright red ringmaster costumes.

Yet somehow, despite all this, Phillip wouldn't wish it any other way. No planning would have made that moment any more special. It was genuine, it was real, and it was them.