#Declarations Of Love

[cupidford]

Epilogue by allonsys_girl

Johnlock Love Letters #2344

John and Sherlock wake up together after he comes home.

[julibellule]

Their Own Revolution

Aziraphale ♡ Crowley • 9k • Rated.E

He’s back in his physical body now, feeling the familiar weight of the material world — snugly lodged against Crowley’s mattress and a warm, soft body beneath him. The scent of musk and ethereal smoke — pure Crowley — mingles with his own, intensified a thousandfold by what they just did in their human forms. The room still holds the echo of it. Crowley’s deep, even breathing tells Aziraphale he is fast asleep beneath him. Aziraphale opens his eyes. The room is dark, the moon’s pale light filtering through a small window, brushing silver over the quiet. A soft smile plays on his lips. He shifts slightly, feeling the comforting weight of Crowley's body beneath him. Crowley sleeps on his stomach, his face nestled against the pillow, utterly at peace. Aziraphale can’t help but smile wider. He still can’t quite believe the depth of his love for this demon.

-Chap.06 - Declarations of Love-

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[ineffableaddiction]

For those who wanted to hear declarations of love from Crowley and Aziraphale, you may have missed this:

This was the first time they were nominally free from their respective sides and were able to be an us.

[waltzreprise]

Day 5 of Wolfstar Comfortfest: First Date ✨

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[atths--twice]

The Pull of Poetry

Mulder has a fun little surprise in store for Scully.

Happy Fictober everyone!🎃 Today kicks off the first of many stories that I'm excited to share with you all.

Hope you enjoy!

January, 2010

“What’s that?” Scully asked, pointing to a small plastic bag on the table. 

“Oh that? Nothing,” Mulder answered, picking the bag up and pocketing it. 

“Nothing?” she answered, smiling with an eyebrow raised. 

“Yup.” He nodded and winked at her as she shook her head. 

“Fine. Keep your little secrets.” 

“I plan to. For the moment anyway,” he said, smiling again. 

“Alright. You have fun with that. I have to get going.”  

“Yes, dear. Have a wonderful day.” 

“Goodbye, dear,” she said, rolling her eyes as she stepped closer and tipped her head back for a kiss. He smiled as he bent his head, meeting her halfway. 

“You want anything special for dinner?” he asked and she pulled back in surprise. 

“You’re gonna make something?” 

“I could. Or I could pick something up.” 

“That might be safer. And more edible.” 

“Hey,” he said, pulling her to him and locking his hands around her back, keeping her close. “I’m not a bad cook.” 

“Hmm,” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist and looking up at him with a smile. “I think the pan we had to replace, and that one pot, would like to have a word about that statement.” 

“It didn’t catch on fire.” 

“No,” she laughed. “Just burnt to the pan and wouldn’t come off. And then no matter what was done to it, any food cooked in the pot still tasted burnt.” 

“Huh. I’ll pick something up,” he said, making a face at the memory of the burnt pot taste. 

“Good idea,” she said, patting his back and chuckling softly. 

“Any preferences? Or should I surprise you?” 

“Hmm,” she hummed, closing her eyes as she raised an eyebrow. “Surprise me. You know what I like.” 

“Hmm,” he hummed back in response, as she opened her eyes, rocking them gently. “That I do. In so many aspects.” 

“Yes. You do,” she said, bringing her arms from around his waist and placing her hands on his chest. “But, let’s leave it at food for the moment as I have to get going.” 

“Yes, dear,” he said, smiling as he bent to kiss her again. 

“Okay. I have to go.” 

“So go,” he said, making no move to release her. 

“Mulder!” She laughed as she squirmed in his arms. “Don’t make me kick your ass.” 

“But you know I like that,” he said, nuzzling her neck and growling softly. 

“Mulder… I have to go.” She laughed again as she moved to the left and he let her go, smiling as she shook her head. “You always do this right before I have to leave.” 

“Do what?” he asked innocently, knowing full well what she meant. 

“You know, Mulder,” she said, shaking her head again as she smoothed her hair down. “Your timing could be better.” 

“I’ll remember that,” he said and she chortled. 

“You won’t.” She stepped away and he followed her to the door, helping her with her coat. Handing her her bag, he kissed her again. 

“Goodbye, my darling,” he said and shook her head. 

“No. Darling, will not be tolerated.” 

“Okay, sweetie pie,” he said as she opened the door and stepped through it. 

“Nope,” she said, shaking her head. 

“My main squeeze?” 

“Mulder,” she said, laughing as she walked down the stairs. 

“Baby doll?” 

“Mulder, I will make myself vomit,” she said, looking back at him over her shoulder. He chuckled as he followed her down the stairs. 

“My one and only?” 

She opened the back door and put her bag inside. Closing it, she looked at him and he smiled with a shrug. 

“Your constant? Your touchstone?” she asked and he hummed as he stepped toward her, pulling her in for a kiss. He dipped her, his hand tangling in her hair, as she held onto his arms, laughing against his lips. 

“That will never change,” he said, kissing her once more, righting her and making sure she was steady on her feet, before letting her go. 

“Hmm,” she hummed, patting his chest with a smile. “And you are mine. Always.” He grinned, nodding as he stroked her cheek. 

“You need to get going.” 

“Yes, I do.” 

“Well then,” he said, stepping back and away from the car. “You have a good day… my touchstone.” 

“You too,” she said, opening the door and getting inside. She smiled as she closed the door and started the car.

Rolling the window down, she beckoned to him with her finger. He stepped forward and leaned down, placing a hand on the open window space. 

“Yes?” 

“I love you,” she said, squeezing his fingers as she smiled. 

“I love you too,” he said, smiling as he squeezed back.  

“Just wanted you to be absolutely sure.” 

“Thanks,” he said, kissing her once more before he stood up and stepped back. She nodded and put the car in reverse, watching him as she backed up. 

“Goodbye, my darling,” he called to her and she laughed as she shook her head, putting the car in drive and waving as she drove down the driveway. He grinned, waiting until she was out of sight before heading back inside. 

Taking out the small bag from his pocket, he smiled at the words he could see. He walked to the kitchen table, set the bag down, and then stood in front of the refrigerator, looking at the magnets upon it. 

While there were not many, the ones they had were from places they had bought when they had been on the run. Not having space for bulky items, magnets were easy to slip into a pocket or a bag. 

They had one shaped like a Ferris wheel from a harvest festival in Wyoming. Three ponderosa trees clumped together with an orange tent beneath them from Montana. A Bigfoot in the forest in Washington state. Two smiling cactuses wearing sunglasses from Arizona. A covered wagon and old fashioned windmill from Oklahoma. An idyllic village encapsulated within a snow globe from Wisconsin. And his favorite was an alligator, onto which Scully had carefully written Big Blue upon its back, from Florida. 

Things were held up with the magnets- a shopping list. An article he saw in the paper that he knew would make her laugh. A picture he had taken of her as she stood on the porch early one morning, staring out at the yard. A couple of restaurant menus. Ticket stubs to a sci-fi double feature they had attended on his birthday. 

He sighed as he began to take them all down, laying them on the table. They would be going back, but he had something else to put up first. When it was all cleared, he opened the plastic bag and dumped out its contents. 

Spreading out the small rectangular words, he smiled as he began to figure out what he wanted to create. 

Happy love with you 

My heart skips 

Thoughts are bright 

Me us forever 

Burn

Soft skin taste 

Touch 

Frantic whisper worship 

“Hmm,” he hummed, suddenly finding himself aroused by the thoughts in his head. “Gotta keep this PG or I might find myself in trouble.” He cleared his throat, trying not to think of the way Scully whisper-moaned his name as she approached climax. “Goddamn man…” 

He spread out all of the words, his thoughts still on Scully- her smile, the feel of her lips, the softness of her skin, her taste, the way her breathing increased, and the feel of her breaking around him. 

When he had arranged and then rearranged the words, he stood back and looked at what he had created. 

Smile

Laugh 

Skin 

Soft and light 

Kiss like a cloud 

Touch taste whisper 

Love burn red hot 

Slow body worship 

Heart mind soul symphony 

You me tonight 

Forever  

My darling 

He nodded, happy with the result. Especially with the last word, beyond ecstatic when he had seen it. 

Moving the words from the table and to the refrigerator, he lined them up in the center of the freezer door, spacing them apart in places. He smiled at his handiwork, nodding as he then replaced the other magnets and the items they had held. He kept them on the refrigerator door, the poem he had made front and center. 

Putting the remaining words into a stemless wine glass beside the refrigerator, for the moments when inspiration hit, he glanced repeatedly at the poem, smiling each time. 

Deciding to straighten up the house, he started with the laundry, rotating a load from the washer to the dryer. He hummed as he went about his tasks, running the vacuum when he was done. 

Hours later, the pizza from Giano’s warming in the oven as the salad chilled in the refrigerator, he heard the car door shut, announcing Scully’s arrival. Grinning, he turned off the light in the laundry room, the next load tumbling in the dryer. 

Walking into the living room, he waited for her to come in, glancing quickly at the refrigerator, anticipating what she would say when she saw it. 

The door opened and she walked in, carrying her bag and sighing as she rolled her neck.

“Hey,” he said and she raised her eyes to his, sighing again. 

“Hey,” she replied softly. Taking a deep breath, she smiled. “It smells good in here.” 

“Giano’s. Pizza.” She tilted her head and he smiled. “And a salad.”  

“Good man,” she said, setting her bag down and taking off her coat. “I’m really tired. It was busy today. Had some unexpected meetings and long conversations with some parents. I didn’t eat lunch and that pizza smells delicious.” 

“Well, perhaps I could interest you in a couple of slices, some salad, and a glass of wine?” 

“Yes,” she said with a nod, her eyes closing briefly. “Let me wash my hands and I’ll join you.” 

“You got it, hon,” he said and she gave him a look as she passed him. 

He smiled, walking into the kitchen and taking out plates, bowls, and silverware. He opened the wine and poured her a glass, glancing at the refrigerator again. 

“Sometimes I wonder how we ran on little to no sleep and skipped meals for days at a time,” she said, coming into the kitchen. “I feel drained from one shift these days.” 

“We were younger then,” he said, handing her her glass. 

“We’re not that much older,” she said, frowning slightly as she raised the glass to her lips. 

“Hmm,” he said with a shrug. 

“You’re older,” she stated and he grinned. 

“By three years,” he said with a small chuckle. 

“Well… older is older,” she said, raising an eyebrow as she shrugged. 

“Hmm,” he hummed again, licking his lips. 

“It looks nice in here,” she said, taking another drink as she looked around. 

“I did the laundry too.” 

“Did you-”

“Yes, I hung your delicates.” 

“Good man,” she said to him again. “I don’t see any pizza on my plate.” 

“Let me remedy that,” he replied, stepping toward her and staring at her lips. She smiled and raised up, kissing him softly. “You get the salad.” 

“Okay.” 

He stepped to the oven, watching her out of the corner of his eye as he took out the pizza and set it on the stovetop. She set her glass down, reached for the refrigerator door handle and pulled it open. She took out the container of salad and set it beside her glass of wine before taking out the bottle of salad dressing. Closing the refrigerator, she sighed as she shook the bottle. 

Opening his mouth to ask her how she missed it, he watched her look at the refrigerator and then at him. 

“What?” 

“What?” he parroted back, trying not to smile. 

“What is this?” she asked, setting the bottle of dressing down. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Smile. Laugh. Skin. Soft and light. Kiss like a cloud,” she read, glancing at him again. He smiled and nodded, encouraging her to keep reading. “Touch taste whisper. Love burn red hot. Slow body worship.” Looking at him again, he saw her breathing increase. “Heart mind soul symphony. You me tonight. Forever. My darling.” She laughed at the last word, looking at him and shaking her head. “Is this what you were hiding from me this morning?” 

“Maybe.” 

“I love it. Heart mind soul symphony,” she read again. “Forever.” 

“My darling,” he said, stepping closer to her. She laughed again as she looked at him.

“Did you know that was in that bag this morning?” 

“Nope. What a crazy coincidence, huh?” 

“One could even say spooky,” she said, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around his waist. 

“One could. But should one?” he asked, pulling her close. 

“You crazy, crazy, spooky man,” she said as he smiled. 

“There’s a glass of words just there,” he said, nodding to it and she looked at it with a nod of her own. “In case you felt inspired to create something as well.” 

“Perhaps after I eat,” she said, looking up at him. “And have a couple of glasses of wine.” 

“Drunk poetry is always better than sober poetry.” 

“I don’t know. I like what you came up with. Especially touch taste whisper.”

“Is that right?” 

“Mmhmm,” she said with a nod. “But I’ll need a rain check to show you how much I liked it.” 

“Rain check given.” 

“Thank you… darling.” 

He threw his head back and laughed as she laid her head on his chest and hugged him tightly. 

“Oh, Scully,” he said, kissing the top of her head as they swayed gently. 

Dinner eaten, her eyes closing from time to time, revealing how tired she truly was, he smiled when he suggested she take a bath while he cleaned the kitchen. 

“Thank you,” she said, brushing her hand across his back as she went upstairs. 

He brought her a cup of tea and her wine when he went upstairs, giving her the option. She took both with a tired smile and he chuckled, bending to kiss her head. 

Not wanting to go straight to bed, he suggested a movie and she agreed, though he knew she would most likely fall asleep before it made it further than the first few minutes. 

She laid on the couch with her head against his leg, his fingers running through her hair, when he heard her breathing even out and he knew his thoughts had been accurate. He smiled as he continued watching the movie, rubbing her scalp gently. 

When the movie was over, he woke her and helped her stumble up the stairs to bed, covering her and kissing her goodnight. 

“Hmm, night… darling,” she mumbled and he chuckled, kissing her again. 

“Love you,” he whispered and she hummed, putting her hand under her pillow. 

He went back downstairs, double checked the locks, and brought their cups of tea to the kitchen sink. Stepping to the refrigerator, he did a double take at the words he had put up. 

Four of them had been taken out and placed below his poem. He did not know when she had done it, but the sight of them made him smile, knowing his purchase of the poetry magnet words would be worth every penny. 

Love you forever 

Darling 

[minxchester]

Fourth Wing Reread~ Declarations

The parallels of them declaring themselves to each other are magnificent.

~Violet, Fourth Wing

~Xaden, Iron Flame

[aravenlovesfanfiction]

[seokiepout]

help me hold onto you

“I don’t need your pity or everyone pretending that it didn’t happen. Call me out to my fucking face, Minho.”

“Call you ou—? Okay, sure I’ll do that,” Minho scoffs. “I’ll tell you how you’re being an absolutely fucking menace to yourself over something so small and using that to push us—push me—away.”

It’s a bumpy road, and even amongst all the love-stricken glances and confessions, Jisung navigates through fights just as often in his relationship with Minho. It’s only a blessing that the other understands him better than his own self.

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fandom: stray kids

ship: han jisung / lee know (minsung)

status: completed

tags: general audience, 5.6k

[julibellule]

Their Own Revolution

Aziraphale ♡ Crowley • 9k • Rated.E

The hues mingle and merge, the angelic gold intertwining with Crowley’s demonic darkness, forging a bond stronger than existence itself — a testament to a love that defies all rules, all boundaries, all definitions. “I love you.” It’s not just a declaration — it’s a resonant echo that vibrates through the spheres. It sears itself onto the tapestry of creation, a sigil of defiance and grace, as time and space bend and bow down before a love so pure, so fierce, it transcends the boundaries of Heaven and Hell.

-Chap.06 - Declarations of Love-

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[wolfstarshipping]

I'll Be Yours In a Landslide (8464 words) by MoonCat457 (@mooncat457writing) Rating: Mature Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Lie Low at Lupin's Summary: You are to alert Remus Lupin, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher —the old crowd. Lie low at Lupin’s for a while, I will contact you there.

Coming together again in the summer of 1995.

Comment: I've been really into Lie Low at Lupin's-fics recently and this one was wonderful! I loved reading about their slow reconnecting, how they reluctantly start to create intimacy again between each other, and I especially loved Remus taking care of Sirius's hair and may or may not have cried a bit at the end!

[danlaw1991]

Only Us

General Audience / 775 Words / Originally posted to Ao3 on 18/10/21

Summary: Something surprising but long overdue happens when the 118 go out for a karaoke night.

Inspired by the song Only Us from Dear Evan Hansen. For reference the following version on YouTube is my preferred: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJkwjrFbmIs.

Things between Buck and Eddie had been heading in a certain direction ever since they met. All of their friends and family could see the connection between the two but they seemed to be oblivious to it themselves.

The 118 had arranged a team night out at the karaoke bar. They felt that it would do Buck and Eddie good, given that they’d both split with their girlfriends within the same week. No one knew why their respective relationships had ended though.

The rest of the team had bought their partners and Albert had tagged along since he hadn’t hung out with them much since getting assigned to a completely different station.

It was part way into the night after they’d all had a few drinks that Eddie suddenly took to the stage, which he had never done before. A couple of the 118, Chim and Hen specifically, were quick to pull out their phones and start recording.

Eddie took a deep breath to calm his nerves and as the music started to play, he locked eyes with Buck. He started to sing and he was really good. He had a rich and warm voice.

“I don't need you to sell me on reasons to want you I don't need you to search for the proof that I should You don't have to convince me You don't have to be scared you're not enough 'Cause what we've got going is good”

As Eddie was singing, Buck got up from his seat and crossed the bar to the stage, all the while maintaining eye contact with Eddie.

“I don't need more reminders of all that's been broken I don't need you to fix what I'd rather forget Clear the slate and start over Try to quiet the noises in your head We can't compete with all that

So what if it's us? What if it's us And only us And what came before won't count anymore or matter? Can we try that?

What if it's you And what if it's me And what if that's all that we need it to be And the rest of the world falls away? What do you say?”

Buck had taken a mic from the sound technician next to the stage whilst listening to the other man sing to him. And then Buck started singing whilst getting on stage with Eddie. He wasn’t as good a singer as his sister Maddie but he could still hold a tune. He had a bright voice to match his bright personality.

“I never thought there'd be someone like you who would want me So I give you ten thousand reasons to not let me go But if you really see me If you like me for me and nothing else Well, that's all that I've wanted for longer that you could possibly know.

So it can be us It can be us And only us And what came before won't count anymore or matter We can try that.”

Then they started singing together. The pair’s voices blended so beautifully, it was like they were made for each other.

“It's not so impossible Nobody else but the two of us here (Buck) 'Cause you're saying it's possible We can just watch the whole world disappear (Eddie) 'Til you're the only one I still know how to see”

“It's just you and me” Buck sang as he held out his hands to Eddie, who took them without hesitation before continuing the song himself.

“It'll be us It'll be us And only us And what came before won't count anymore”

Everyone stared wide eyed between Eddie and Buck. The adoration in each of their eyes shined brightly and the sexual tension between the pair was palpable. Was it finally happening? Their voices melded together once more.

“We can try that You and me That's all that we need it to be And the rest of the world falls away And the rest of the world falls away

The world falls away The world falls away And it's only us”

As the music came to an end their friends and the rest of the crowd went wild with applause. Eddie gently cupped Buck’s jaw and pulled him down into a searing kiss. Their friends started cheering louder. Maddie started crying, she was just so happy for her little brother.

Eddie and Buck couldn’t hear the din of the bar, they were so lost in each other that the world had fallen away and it was only them. Buck pulled Eddie closer and deepened the kiss further. They were more than happy to stay in that moment forever.

[daniwib]

Eddie has never told anyone, not even Buck, that he can sing and play guitar. No one finds out until they're watching America's Got Talent and see him walk out onto the stage.

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Reblogs appreciated and comments adored!

[camelliasinensis81]

Rating declarations of love (for anyone who for some reason wants to declare love)

"I would die for you" -> boring. cliche. you're not special.

"You are everything to me" -> whoa there buckaroo that's a lot of pressure

"I would drink a mixture of shitty iced coffee and decaf black tea for you" -> pushing your human boundaries for true love. romantic. adorable. no notes.

[jajafilm]

How is it possible that WISE's best spy doesn't even notice, who he actually married? Yori and her abilities are pretty obvious, right?

Well, maybe we need to think about it and look at it from Lloid's perspective.

[a-moon-eclipsed]

@diquemeisteur @fallingbones

First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

[niyenn]

Cada que recuerdo

Contando los años desde que nos conocimos es increíble como ya pasó una década, imagínate todos los momentos que podemos llegar a recordar.

Momentos que aparecen en forma de viento o mareas. Algunas de estas vienen acompañadas por cosas que arrastran desde lo más profundo de una década y que lanzan sentimientos en tu corazón, dejando una marca que demuestra que esas personas han estado allí, aunque hace mucho tiempo los vientos no circulan o que la marea retrocedió.

"Todo puede cambiar en un instate" aquella frase que escuchamos desde el comienzo de nuestras memorias, es increíble como una frase puede traer tanto significado y veracidad, la sensación amarga que acompaña a todo lo que conlleva.

La forma en la que nuestra mente relaciona el y sí... o el por qué... o el si hubiera... y demás. Es cuando esa frase se viene de lleno luego del echo en sí.

Recuerdo una charla que tuvimos por aquel momento en nuestra adolescencia, el deseo de reencontrarnos cada cierto corto momento, para no perder la costumbre de vernos y tener aquellas conversaciones triviales. Siento una nostalgia cada que aquel recuerdo viene a mi, dado que aquella charla quedó en solo un recuerdo, un momento o una promesa que no se logró realizar.

Lo complicado de las vidas es no tener una idea, ver o alcanzar una oportunidad en tu cabeza de cómo cruzar las líneas de vidas independientes.