#thomas hunt

I wanted it to be similar to this previous/old drawing (from 2024). The cowboy boots had to go (💔), but I added #HerAnklet #MyPhyllisDietrichson. Here's a close-up as well.

The flash of the cameras danced around her, each lens begging for her attention. Camera shutters echoed in her ear. This was the moment she'd dreamed of—imagined a thousand and one times. She tilted her chin and turned her shoulder.

Everything was perfect.

It should have been enough.

It wasn't.

Her practiced smile didn't quite reach her eyes. For a moment, she almost turned, as if someone had called—though no one had. They'd never noticed. The studio had been sure she was media-ready for today. Nothing would challenge her their big moment.

Not even him.

i. chance

Her heart fluttered as her fingers delicately traced the golden Art Deco door handle. She was finally here. Inhaling deeply, she lifted her head, straightening her shoulders, before opening the studio door.

The space was dark except for a few soft stage lights, the set not yet reset for the day. She lingered near the door, her gaze tracing over the space. If these walls could talk. She inched closer, a typewritten script held in her arms.

He walked swiftly across the stage. He paused only long enough to retrieve his blazer from the director's chair, then continued on.

The sound of footsteps pulled her attention. She caught only the silhouette of a man retreating. The echo of his step faded, leaving the space emptier than it had been before.

ii. thread

Muffled voices seeped through the wood-paneled walls as he navigated the narrow hallway. He passed Studio A on the way to the next. He’d always thought interviews were little more than promotion—advertisements for the latest picture, disguised as a conversation.

The on-air light was dim. He reached for the silver door handle. A soft laugh sounded from the other side, light and honest. He opened it slowly. A brunette woman met him. He stepped aside, holding it open for her.

"Thank you."

She stepped past him.

He let the door close behind her.

He almost looked back.

iii. glance

Her fingers curled around the white porcelain cup. The familiar notes of the freshly brewed coffee brought a smile to her lips. She listened to the quiet hum of the cafe. Her days had been filled with rehearsals and filming. Unscripted moments had become rare.

Her gaze lifted.

He sat at a table opposite hers. His pen scratched across the surface of the pages in front of him.

He looked up.

For a moment, their eyes met. She smiled over the rim of her cup, taking another sip before looking away. Her gaze turned out the window, watching those walking by. His reflection lingered faintly in the glass as he returned to his work.

iv. interruption

He moved with purpose through the lot. A call for quiet from a nearby set drew his attention. He turned toward the set. A familiar face caught his eye. She moved gracefully across the scene. Her voice was light, touched with optimism.

"Cut."

Her gaze met his as she turned away from the production.

Recognition flashed in her eyes. A slow smile spread on her lips.

He took a step forward.

"Alexandra."

A production assistant guided her back to her mark.

He lingered a moment longer before continuing on his way.

Alexandra.

v. choice

The scent of stale tobacco mixed with the sharp coffee aroma as she entered the cafe. She glanced around the space, making her way to an empty table. She took a seat and opened a small black appointment book, reading through the notes for the day.

She turned her attention out the window. A familiar reflection caught her eye, drawing her gaze to the table across from her.

He sat still, a book perched in his hands. His face gave little away, his expression unreadable.

She almost turned back to the busy street.

But she didn't.

Not today.

"Hello," she greeted.

His gaze lifted from the page, over the top of the book.

His eyes met hers.

vi. pull

"Alexandra, is it?" He closed the book and set it on the table.

"Should I be impressed Thomas Hunt knows my name?"

His eyes narrowed, the corner of his lip lifting slightly. "Many would be."

"You'll find I'm not," she challenged.

He studied her for a moment. She was more direct than he anticipated, her smile still unguarded. That was a rarity. "Indeed."

"My apologies if that disappoints."

The book remained closed beneath his hand. His attention no longer on it, his gaze fixed on her. "I'm not certain you could disappoint."

vii. bond

It had become effortless, spending time like this. The placid lake stretched out before them. Strands of golden sun kissed the water, scattering like diamonds across the surface.

Her fingers brushed over the soft fabric of the picnic blanket. The wind shifted, lifting a strand of her hair. He reached up, brushing it back.

"I like it here," she decided.

"It's quiet," he agreed.

"It's easier out here." Her gaze fell to the sandy shore.

His hand settled over hers.

"It's easier with you," she added.

"I've found the same."

“Careful, Thomas... You almost sound agreeable.”

The smile that tugged at his lips reached his eyes. His gaze drifted back over the lake.

viii. dream

The ballroom glowed beneath the ornate chandeliers. Voices around them blurred into the music.

She rested her head on his shoulder, his hand warm against her lower back. Her silk dress shifted with each gentle movement as they swayed slowly together. Nothing beyond them seemed to exist. When she lifted her head, her eyes met his. The smile that greeted her was unlike any the public ever saw. It was entirely hers.

"Alex." His voice was tender.

"I know."

As the song quieted, neither of them moved. He drew her closer, the distance between them fading. His lips found hers in a soft, almost fragile kiss.

The final notes faded into applause, but she didn't move.

Neither of them did.

ix. interference

"Miss Spencer." The steady voice stopped her before she could go further. "A word, if you please."

She drew in a deep breath, her body reluctant to follow. "Of course."

"Have a seat." The studio executive gestured toward an emerald green leather chair.

"You're still new to all of this, Miss Spencer, so I'll be quite clear. There are expectations that come with representing the studio. The image you present is not solely yours—it belongs to us. Personal associations are not without there consequences. If and when changes are required, they will be made in accordance with the studio's interests. I trust you understand."

"But—" Her mouth opened, though the expression that met her across the desk gave her pause. Her hands tightened. "I understand."

"I trust you'll attend the premiere of your upcoming picture in a manner consistent with these expectations."

She rose to her feet, smoothing the fabric of her dress before turning away.

x. destiny

Her smile never wavered. Each step down the red carpet had been choreographed for her. Who to talk with, who to pose for, when to hesitate, when to move on. It was another scene for her to play, far from the empowerment she thought it would bring. She was their Alexandra. She hadn't thought she'd miss being Alex.

With careful precision, she executed every look they wanted. The bright lights of the cameras started to dim as she neared the theater.

"Thank you!" She waved, posing once more for a final display.

The doors opened, welcoming her into the screening of her picture. She ascended the steps of the theater, slipping her gloves off. She'd been offered a private box. The first thing that had gone right. At least there, she would be free from the performance.

She paused outside of it. Her fingers caressed the green velvet curtains separating her space from the hall. Quietly, she slipped in, disappearing from the world outside.

She stilled, her eyes not trusting what they saw.

It was him.

Of course, it was him.

"How?"

"Does it matter?"

He stood to meet her, guiding her down into the seat beside him. He drew her in, and this time, he kissed her without hesitation. Nothing could pull them apart.

A/N: Initially I was going to do a kismet mini series on this but readership is so low in the fandom that I didn't think anyone would follow that long. So I compromised and tried to write 100 word drabbles for each "chapter" and make a mosiac one-shot instead.

If you read this, I hope you enjoyed it! It was a lot of fun to write. It's very different than my normal fluffy writing style. It's much more controlled and restrained. It was very hard especially when the finally got together not to revert back lol

Olivia Lahela

For Olivia, obviously her first love is her family: her brilliant husband, Bryce, her precious children Malia and Makoa, the best sister-in-law ever, Keiki, as well as her future child(ren). (I keep going back and forth on their next child... kinda leaning toward twins, but they won't be born for a few years from now)

Olivia also loves her best friends: @jerzwriter's Casey and @lilyoffandoms's Merida

Olivia's patients are so important to her and she truly treasures each and every one. Once she starts Sunshine Pediatrics of Boston, she'll get to follow kids their whole childhood, not just when they're at their worst (at the hospital)

Art featured in the collage by: ArtbyAinna (IG), @whispersleo, and Irdeinfierno (IG)

Alex Hunt

Alex will tell people her top love is Bogart, to which Hunt frowns, but they both know as much as she adores that dog, her heart is filled with him and the twins, Vincent and Felicity. She couldn't love them all more if she tried. Alex loves her kids more than they'll ever understand. She did have a bumpy patch in her pregnancy where they had a moment where their survival was in jeopardy, but thankfully, they were born safe and sound. (Unfortunately, and I've never wrote this yet, but in my HC, Alex loses their next child and they find out she can't safely carry any other children without risking her life.... However, in my HWU au, they have the twins, and another daughter safely.)

Alex's best friend in every universe is Addison Sinclair. I realized I don't have art of them (I'll have to fix this! So I used a photo edit I made using Photoshop years ago for Insta).

Art featured in collage by: ArtbyAinna (IG), irdeinfierno (IG), and @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Daenarya

Daenarya loves her adopted brother Kade very much (even if I have no art or edits of them! 🙈)

Her love for Mal is unlike any other. These two are perfectly fitted and nothing will ever tear them apart.

They love their daughter, Iliana, their adopted sons, Rayden and Lydo, and their two other future children I haven't written for yet.

While they only adopt Rayden and Lydo (at least for now), they love each and every child that passes through their orphanage. They treat them as their own and only approve adoptions after they've seriously vetted each candidate to make sure the children will have the best possible future.

Maiele (@lilyoffandom's MC) is Daenarya's best friend, and sometimes lover. These two love each other in a different way than she loves Mal, but still it's really special and she treasures it beyond words.

Nia is Daenarya's occasional girlfriend, more toward early moments in her relationship with Mal than later on. Though, Daenarya will always care for Nia and will never not want to kiss her when she sees her, but Daeny respects Nia's boundaries when she gets her own girlfriend and future wife.

She also hooks up with Midys once or twice, but you know, that's for another time hehe