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"Imagine your OTP slow-dancing to a love song, with Person A quietly singing the words in Person B's ear."

got it  

They move across the floor of the room to music only they can hear, eyes locked on each other. Their interlocking fingers show off their matching rings, indicating their recent marriage.

Starmine's right hand rests at Dark's waist, Dark's left hand on Mine's shoulder. Starmine leans in, softly singing for just the two of them. It's beautiful, and Dark bites his lip in attempt not to let his tears spill over. He returns Mine's song, singing with him as they continue to waltz slowly around the room. They're at a restaurant, but no one minds, finding it romantic.

Their song comes to an end and they come to a halt, Starmine resting his forehead against Dark's and gazing into his emerald green eyes.

"I'm glad I got to love you in this life," he whispers with a small smile. Dark's composure breaks and he throws himself into Mine's arms, burying his face in his husband's chest and sobbing softly.

Mine closes his eyes, kissing the top of Dark's head and rubbing his back in slow, tender motions.

"I'm scared..." Dark whispers, barely audible.

"Me too... but I'll be with you. We'll be together, even in death." Mine glances at the grim countdown displayed on the TV screen of the restaurant.

Fifteen minutes.

Scooping Dark up in a bridal carry, he sprints out of the restaurant, then keeps running and running until he finally arrives at the garden in which they shared their first kiss.

A gorgeous place, private and often a place of calming for both of them. They sit in the two-seater swing, hands clasped, just like they'd been doing since high school. Their heads lean against each other as they take in the lovely blooms for the last time.

"I love you, Dark."

"I love you too, Starmine."

They embrace each other, pulling each other close. Their lips meet just before the sun dies, expanding to past where Earth used to be and incinerating all life in its grasp.



oh yeah i forgot to add the rest of the prompt

here

"Imagine this happening during the apocalypse and they both know they're going to die soon"

kinda followed the prompt ig 

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