My Ant and Dec One shots

💛 Pet Shop Pt 3

Struggled with the dialogue in this cause obvious Ant doesn't talk much and also I'm always looking for new things for them to say to each other but atm it feel like I am running out 😅 Aw well, enjoy ❤️

Some dreams were never designed to become material. They will stay as just that, dreams. Life wasn't designed to provide the most perfect of stories. The greatest moments in life are those born of pain and the heartache, when you are beaten into humility and are taught to truly appreciate your luck. The world was cruel and if you've had the fortune to never discover this, then you've never truly lived.

It was the darkest day in Ant's life and In turn that knowledge caused his lover unimaginable pain. The dark haired soldier stood in his full parade uniform, his medals pinned neatly to his chest and the shiny gold buttons of his suit reflecting the small amount of light that shone down through the grey clouds of an oncoming storm.

Anthony been asked to make a speech for the young man being lowered into the dark hollow pit beneath a tree in the commonwealth grave yard... but since the news arrived on his door step, the veteran hadn't been able to utter a single word. Not even to Declan.

It had been a week since Robbie arrived at their door— heart break and tears swimming in his haunted eyes. Ant had known what that look meant and guilt swallowed him like a black hole. Being unable to react as trauma rang in his ears and mind, he simply held out his hand and closed them around the dog tags engraved with the name, Sgt James Darby.

Declan had drift to the frontdoor of which Ant had left ajar as the tall captain walked away without saying a word. Feeling confused and worried, he asked what Robbie was doing at their home and regretted the question instantly when the taller man answered.

"It's Darby Mr Donnelly. He was trying to a save a boy from an air raid when  a machine gun opened fire. His body shielded the boy from harm." Robbie had given the sweet man a moment to recover from his shock and tears before he held out a piece of paper, "A military funeral will be held next Saturday... if you can attend please do... it would mean a lot to the men... and it would have to James, if Ant came."

Dec had nodded and thanked the soldier, desperately wanting to slam the door and run to his lover. When he finally made it into his room, he found Ant sat on the floor of their bedroom, gently placing the dog tags in a small wooden box beside countless others.

Silence wasn't Dec's friend in this instance, he wanted Ant to cry, wanted him to breakdown and scream in anger. Wanted him to show some emotion instead of bottling it all up.

Once the Captains trembling hands closed the lid of the box, his eyes flickered up to the brown haired man staring down at him from the doorway.

Dec couldn't say anything to the hopelessness and guilt that glittered inside Ant's blue orbs, so he stumbled forward and fell to his knees, holding him tightly and kissing his hair through the tears while small, contained sobs erupted from the younger man's body. He still didn't cry, but he didn't have to... Dec could feel his pain through ever tremor that shook him.

A week of silence passed and brought the couple to stand beneath a tall oak tree, surrounded by Anthony's military family. Declan held onto his boyfriends cold hand tightly, dressed in a smart black suit and tie while Robbie spoke gravely beside them.

With big green eyes, Dec looked up to his tall, dark, handsome soldier, leant to the side on his walking stick who looked jaded with a shadow hanging over his scarred face and unbidden tears welling in his chaotic blue eyes. He had nothing to say that could make it better, so simply held onto Ant's hand tighter and moved to guide his arm around his own shoulders so they were together, cuddled as one.