we're done here everybody, i'm gone
Random ideas that come to me when I'm reading other fanfics. No smut, just fluff, angst, AUs, all that good stuff. Lime is okay for me.
Might turn some into full stories if enough people (plus myself) like it.
Or...
Tom sat on the windowsill, gazing out at the dark sky. 8 minutes to midnight.
He swilled around his narrow glass of champagne, admiring the swirling bubbles as he waited for his lover. He looked back out the window, watching a crowd from afar. 7 minutes to midnight.
As he stared, champagne glass in hand, padded footsteps grew nearer. "Hello, love," his red-hoodied lover greets him, also having a glass of the translucent, light gold, and fizzy alcohol. 6 minutes to midnight.
Tom gave a small wave and patted a spot on the cushioned windowsill, motioning for Tord to take a seat beside him. He does and crosses his legs, taking a sip of his drink. He lets out a sigh. 5 minutes to midnight.
Tom leans onto Tord's shoulder, relaxing as he does so. "Are you ready for next year?" Tom asks quietly to his lover. Tord hums before responding. "I don't think I'll ever be ready, but time stops for nobody. So I shall not be left behind." He answers simply. Tom chuckles. 4 minutes to midnight.
They sit in a comfortable silence with outside crowds cheering in the background. They continue to sip on the champagne, the fizzing bubbles tickling the backs of their throats. The celebratory lights shine faintly outdoors in the cold. 3 minutes to midnight.
Tord pecks the forehead of the smaller blue clad male, who giggles in response. Said male then pecks Tord's cheek back. Tom places his, now finished, glass on the hardwood floor in the dim room. He removes himself from Tord's shoulder and instead lays his back on Tord's thigh. His black voids look up into the other's sparkling silver eyes. 2 minutes to midnight.
They smile warmly at each other, both champagne glasses empty. Tom brings his hand up to Tord's cheek and cups it while closing his eye lids. Tord stares back at the small man with a half-lidded gaze. 1 minute to midnight.
The crowds outside start to chant. Counting down to the new year. The two partners listen in silence.
5 seconds.
4
Tord starts to lean down onto the smaller's lips.
3
He closes his eyes as he does so.
2
Tom moves up closer to him.
1
The two share a kiss. Starting out light, then moving more passionate as they hear loud cheering erupt from the ball dropping. Tom wraps his arms around the other's neck. Tord cradles him in his lap. Fireworks explode outside, lighting up the dark room. Their lips remain locked until they let go for air.
They hold each other's gaze for a moment before laughing a small bit. They both smile at each other.
"Happy new year, my love," Tom says to his favorite red clad male. "Happy new year, dear," Tord responds with a breathy laugh and a warm smile.
A/n:
And of course, merry new year to all of you out there!
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Quick sketch! Proof I can't do poses and that I have messy handwriting. maybe if I shade enough you won't notice all the mistakes—
