I'm a dark darkness, and you're a golden morning...I'm yours, oh, I'm yours.

me posting two weeks in a row? 🎶miracles can happen once in a while when you believe🎶 in all seriousness tho, i am feeling motivated and excited to share, so please enjoy a lighter snippet this time around from the vow au!

His fingers chart across his skin. Even if his mind doesn’t remember, it appears his body does. 

He skims the pads of his fingertips down the length of Alex’s arm slowly, mesmerized by the instant response, the goosebumps that rise as if summoned by magic all over the man’s skin.

His eyes flicker to Alex’s face, studying his profile as his head is half turned away. With Alex’s eyes closed, Henry sees the shadow his swooping lashes make against the apples of his cheeks. Alex holds himself rigidly, almost as if daring not to breathe, to not react.

“Alex,” Henry calls softly, his hand moving now to his face. 

He tucks his fingers gently under Alex’s chin and guides his face towards him.

When Alex eventually opens his eyes, Henry’s own widen in surprise seeing how wet Alex’s eyes are.

“What’s going on? Did I do something wrong?” Henry asks, dropping his hand at once.

Alex catches it before it can fall and laces their fingers as he shakes his head.

“No. No, you didn’t. It’s…I’ve…at the risk of sounding like some Victorian, I’ve really missed your touch. I’ve always known that since the accident, when I couldn’t even hug you after you woke up, but I didn’t realize just how badly I did until now. Being this close to you again…it’s everything.”

Alex swallows hard and smiles a little. “So, these are happy tears. I promise.”

Happy or not, it twists Henry’s heart to see in this moment. He uses his free hand to wipe Alex’s tears away with his thumb. He leans forward and presses their foreheads together. Alex sighs, his soft breath fanning across Henry’s face.

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Two sons, two fathers, two phone calls. Life really is a fragile thing.

Shockingly, I finished something! Many, many thanks to @justaswampdemon and @moviegeek03 for listening to me whine and rant about this but not letting me abandon it. I could go on for quite a while about the process of writing this and how we got where we are, but let’s just cut to the chase. This fic is pretty much entirely just feelings. Enjoy!

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TK had never felt so powerless.

He had dedicated his life to being the person who saved people and did his best to make sure that somebody’s bad day didn’t become their last. It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to having the people he cared about in danger — he had faced that more times than he had ever wanted to — but even then there was always something to do. He had been able to go door to door while Carlos was missing, he had spent the eternity immediately after the building collapse clawing at the rubble until his fingertips bled. Even when Marjan had gone missing a hundred miles away he had been able to call hospitals, just to make sure.

But this time was different.

This time he was sitting on his couch, surrounded by his friends, powerless to do anything but listen. His father’s last words to him echoing in his head: then tell them to get ready for two victims.

He shouldn’t be surprised, and maybe he wasn’t. It was hard to parse apart all the feelings and thoughts racing through his mind. But surprise shouldn’t be one of them; this was his dad they were talking about. Owen Strand, legendary FDNY Fire Captain. The man had spent his life putting other people’s safety before his own, those words should not have come as a shock.

TK could only hope they wouldn’t be his last.

SHUBH MANGAL ZYADA SAAVDHAN 2020

Aman Tripathi practicing coming out to his father

 @creatorsofcolornet event 11: romance

If Virus had then said, “My grandson will be an engineer!”, I would’ve broken his jaw. But when he finally spoke, he surprised all of us.