when midnight comes

He wanted her in his bedroom. And not in that way–no girl had ever been in his bedroom that way. It was his private space, his sanctuary. But he wanted Clary there. He wanted her to see him, the reality of him, not the image he showed the world. He wanted to lie down on the bed with her and have her curl into him. He wanted to hold her as she breathed softly through the night; to see her as no one else saw her: vulnerable and asleep. To see her and to be seen.
—  When Midnight Comes, City of Bones
Robin’s Nest: Part 16

Prompt: Where the robin’s were Bruce’s and Batmom’s biological kids

Words: 1081

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“That storm is pretty bad.” You glance out the window and can’t help but agree. Hurricane Renee had been on the news for days, and now that she had hit, she seemed determined to live up to her name.

           Unfortunately for you, this meant that your seven children were cooped up inside. The manor had become a complete mess between various board games, and one or two games of extreme hide and seek.

           So far, the casualties included a chandelier, a Ming vase, two of Bruce’s golf clubs, and Alfred’s blender. You’d left your children to the mercy of the butler and retreated to the library to find Helena staring out the window.

           Your daughter was a daddy’s girl and had been from day one. She was fierce, tough and outspoken, and she hated storms with a passion. More often than not, lightning and thunder filled nights found her in your bed with you and Bruce.

           Hurricanes seemed to be even worse. The usually rambunctious girl was sullen, and more than a little pouty. This was proved even further when she snuggled up to you. Dick, Jason, and Cass were your snugglers. Helena preferred her personal space.

           Never one to pass up an opportunity, you pull the girl close. Kissing the top of her head you say, “Don’t worry baby girl, Daddy will be home soon.”

           She sighs, “I hate business trips.”

           You smile, “You and me both.”

           “This was a long one.”

           You nod. Two weeks was a long time for Bruce to be gone. Typically, he skyped conferences, went only for a few days, or took the family with him. That hadn’t been an option this time.

           When midnight comes and goes without any word, you start to get anxious. Bruce’s plane had landed before the storm had really started. The closing off of streets had kept him from coming straight home, but he had still called to check in. But now, he wasn’t answering his phone and that worried you more than a little.

           You’re brought out of your thoughts when someone yells, “Code green.”

           Pushing your husband to the back of your mind, you spring out of your office chair and towards the clock. You turn the hands to your anniversary date, and make your way down to the cave. You find your Dick, Jason, and Cass suiting up, and raise an eyebrow in question, “And where exactly do you think you’re going?”

           Dick’s face is straight laced, serious as can be. A perfect imitation of Bruce’s. “The Riddler has cut power to the entire city. He’s offered a challenge, if someone can issue a challenge that can stump him, he’ll turn the power back on.”

           You bite your lip, before issuing your orders, “You’re not going out there alone.”

           You watch Dick’s and Jason’s eyes go wide, “Mom!” You listen as Tim turns in the computer chair to face you. You take a deep breath, “I said alone. Call in Wally and Barry.”

           You see Jason hesitate, “Dad …”

           “Isn’t here. You’re not going out there without a League member. Hell, I’ll call in Superman himself before I let you go out there alone. I know you’ve been doing this for years, but I’m still your mother. I have my limits.”

           It takes half an hour for the speedsters to arrive. Even then, you’re left with a queasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You watch them go before taking over Tim’s chair.

           You’d spent less and less time in the cave as the boys had gotten older. You imagined, you’d spend even less time there as your children got older. Tim would soon become the next Robin, his training was almost done, and then Helena and Damian would take over. Eventually, Terry would start his training, and that broke your heart. Your last baby was growing up, and it made you want to cry.

           It’s a long night. A very long night, with more close calls than you care to admit. By the time dawn breaks, the storm is still going strong, but your kids are back home. You tend to the cuts and bruises before sending them to bed.

           You’re on your fifth cup of coffee when you get a call from the hospital. There’s been an accident with your husband, and you’re needed. Now. You’re certain that your heart stops at the words.

           One look out the window tells you that you’re not getting anywhere right now. Between the winds, the flooding, and the damage from Riddler’s attack, you’re stuck. You’re forced to wait two days, before going to the hospital, alone.

           You arrive at Gotham general looking a mess. And you’re certain that at least one paparazzi had taken your picture. Still, you walk through the hospital with the authority of someone who’s family has donated enough money to build two new wings.

           You find your husband sleeping in the waiting room. He’s wearing scrubs of all things, and sprawled across several chairs. So of course, you hit him. He startles awake and stares at you while you rant, “How dare you Bruce Wayne. Not one freaking phone call. Not one. I thought you were dead in the morgue, or lying here in a coma. But no, I find you here dressed as though you just performed surgery. I have been worried sick.

           “I lied to our children. I said that you called, that you were stuck at the airport. How DARE YOU!”

           Bruce takes it all in stride, before pulling you in for a hug. He holds you while you cry, and says “I’m so sorry. They only had time for one emergency call, and I thought I asked them to tell you that I am okay. I am so sorry.”

           You take deep breaths to calm yourself, before asking “What happened Bruce? Why are you in a hospital?”

           He wipes his hands over his face, “I was driving home, when there was an accident. Someone spun out on the road, crashing into me before spinning into another car. The driver, and two passengers were killed. There was one other survivor. A twelve-year-old boy, his name is Duke. I was able to get him out, and get an ambulance out but there was nothing they could do for his parents, or the driver. I couldn’t leave him alone.”

           You sink down beside him, “What are you thinking Bruce?”

           He stares at you, “How would you feel about having and eighth kid?”

it was a simple photograph, a polaroid of julian, paintbrush in hand, flecks of paint dotting his hair and clothes and face. he wasn’t smiling but his eyes were, and it looked like he hadn’t been expecting the picture; the expression on his face was genuine. it was a nice picture, one that would take either skill or dumb luck to capture. beneath the picture was written ‘julian blackthorn - los angeles institute’ in the neat, careful handwriting that kit knew to associate with ty.

kit found it lying on ty’s nightstand while he’d been searching for a hoodie–he was sure he could get one of his own, but ty’s were soft and smelled nice. ty had never mentioned photography as something that interested him, but kit could picture it. ty liked quiet, peaceful things, and photographs seemed to capture that feeling more than anything.

he asked ty about it that night, when they were sitting across from each other at the kitchen table, steaming cups of hot chocolate cradled in their hands. “i didn’t know you liked photography–or that you were so good at it,” he said.

ty shrugged. “it’s not like it’s my favorite hobby,” he replied. “i just like the idea of polaroids, that’s all.”

“well, you have a real talent,” kit said. “you could be the next big shadowhunter wedding photographer.”

ty made a face. “there are no shadowhunter wedding photographers.”

kit beamed. “exactly. you would be the first! you could set the standard for every one that comes after you.”

“i think i prefer the element of surprise when i take photos,” said ty.

“oh, yeah? like the picture of julian–” kit winced and yelled in surprise as a flash went off inches from his face. ty laughed, his real laugh that was a rare and beautiful sound, and it was infectious. the two of them sat there, laughing, until the picture developed and ty pulled it free from his camera.

“beautiful,” he said, and he sounded genuine, even when he handed kit the picture and kit laughed out loud because of how ridiculous he looked. 

“you flatter me,” kit said. “where were you even hiding that camera?”

ty shook his head and pressed a finger to kit’s lips. kit tried to ignore how it lit his entire body on fire. “that’s for me to know,” said ty, “and for you to never find out.”

I am always waiting, you know. I am always waiting for that exact millisecond before you break into a run. From me. I think I have memorized all the signs. I have located all the shards that you scattered everywhere instead of saying goodbye. I am waiting for that moment before you take an escape. Not because I would beg you to stay with me but because I want to walk away first. You know I have always hated being left behind. I hate standing on places where we used to stand together, side by side. I’d rather take pride in saying I left first before everything collapsed instead of being part of the casualty. I’d rather take the guilt of all the unsaid farewells instead of the shame of being the last one to know. You know this, don’t you? You know that from the moment of hello, I already count down to when it will be all over. When you and I are all sweet and light and loving, I already prepare to take the flight. We are only two people chasing the rush of being around the trap but careful enough not to fall in it. We keep on getting drunk with the thrill of it but when it’s time for us to suffer the hung over, we are nowhere to be found. You’ve always been good at being the first one to disappear. If this chance is something real, I wouldn’t know it. I’d be gone when the morning comes.

A long distance relationship with Jinhwan would be like

- lots of late night skype calls, usually after midnight when he comes home from practice

- trying to figure out time differences when he’s on tour

him borrowing Yunhyeong’s Nivea cherry flavoured lip balm to look good for you

- you telling him to sleep bc you know he’s tired from practice but him insisting to talk to you

- ‘tell me everything about your day’

- comfortable silences where you’re both sleepy and just looking at the other on the screen

- occasional (mainly Bobby) ikon popping up and bugging you ‘HI Y/N. YOU’RE SO PRETTY’ and jinhwan shoving them out of the screen and going into a closet for privacy

- opening snapchat to find 150 secs of snaps from jinhwan of him 'vlogging’ the most mundane details of his day

- constant competition of who can make the ugliest/funniest face over snapchat

- late night/early am calls of 'i miss you’

- sleepily talking over the phone, planning what you guys would do once you see each other

- you yearning for him but holding it in bc you know it’s hard for him too… and him doing the same for you

- jinhwan surprising you on your birthday by flying over to visit

(Bonus: getting frisky immediately once you guys are behind closed doors)

A dance you’ll never forget



Day two: Disney AU

Summary: Malec Cinderella AU: Alec is the prince of New York Institute and he tries to find the mystery gold-green eyed man who he had danced with a night before. He only remembers the eyes and have the shoe the man had lost on his way out.


Once upon a time there was a young prince who had the most strange love story…

Prince Alexander Gideon Lightwood, an eighteen year old, young man, the first in the line of succession to the throne of New York’s Institute Kingdom. He was a good young man, tall, black hair, blue eyes. A quite sight to behold. Many young women and men had fallen into his charms. But there wasn’t any man or woman, who would have captured his interest and heart for a longer.

Not until last night.

His parents organized a grand bal for his eighteenth birthday. Many young princes and princesses had come to join Alec in his celebration. His parents ensured that many of his guests were not betrothed yet, so Alec could pick a partner for himself. Despite Alec’s lately outcome to his parents and the world itself, that he likes men not women, his parents decided to introduce him to the fine ladies of Idris as well. They were beautiful, Alec had to admit, but they didn’t attract him.

Not like the mysterious man last night.

He was…Alec didn’t even know the precise word for it, even though he spoke fluently in three languages. The man was tall, taller than Alec. He wore a deep purple tuxedo, golden silk shirt. But his attire wasn’t what enchanted Alec the most. It was his eyes, gold-green cat-like eyes. They were incredible, fascinating. The young prince felt himself drowning in them, as they were dancing to the soft melody played by the orchestra.

He didn’t tell his name to Alec, nor he didn’t show his face. A mask covered him, but the eyes remained real. Alec couldn’t sleep because of the hunting, yet so pleasant memory of the man. He never felt like this before, but he loved the new sensation the man was giving him.

Yet, when midnight had come, the man disappeared like he was a ghost. For a moment, Alec believed him to be, until he found a black, shiny shoe lost in the stairs. Alec ran after him, passing his guest on the way, but, as much as he was fast, he wasn’t fast enough. The mystery man was nowhere to be seen.

This morning, when Alec woke up, he decided to look for the man. He needed to find him, if he wanted to feel this amazing again. His mother once said to him, that when he will find love, his heart will start beat differently. That was true. Since last night, his heart was beating faster, different, especially, when the cat-eyes popped up in his mind.

“Good morning, son, have you slept well? ” Maryse Lightwood, the Queen of the Institute asked, as Alec sat down next to his sister, Princess Isabelle.

“Not very well, mother.” She frowned at his response. “Mother, do we have a list of guests, who attended my bal?”

“Indeed.” She waved at the servant girl, and whispered something to her ear. The girl left the dining room and soon she was back with a roll of papyrus. “They were mostly from Idris and many of noble inhabitants of New York. Why?”

“May I take a look? ” She passed the paper to him. Alec scanned over the names of guests. He knew all of them from Idris, but the locals were unknown to him. This meant one thing. The mystery man was a local. His attire showed that he must have been from the noble family, otherwise he wouldn’t get an invitation to the bal.

“Is something wrong, brother? ” Isabelle asked, placing a hand over his arm.

“I need to…”

“Is this about this mysterious dancer you danced with last night? I’ve seen you, brother. You two were marvelous.” She commented. “So, who is he?”

“I do not know.” Both Maryse and Isabelle looked confused at Alec. “He didn’t tell his name. But I am sure he is not from Idris, I know all of guests from there, but I have no idea who he is.”

“Maybe he is from the locals? ” Maryse prompted, smiling softly at her son. “I could invite them again for the briefing and we can look for him.”

“I’d rather look for him myself, if you don’t mind, mother.” She nodded to his request. “Princess Isabelle, how do you feel for a little adventure in the city?”

She agreed immediately. With the list from their mother, both, Alec and Isabelle went to look for his mysterious man.

They rode from home to home, meeting with every single young man, with black hair and golden eyes. The looking wasn’t as easy as it sounded at first. There were many of such men, but none of them was his man yet. Alec had the shoe hidden in his carriage.

Their carter, Lucian Graymark, stopped before the house of Asmodeus Bane. The man himself was dead for three month already, but he used to be the owner of Edom, a small city near Idris itself. Yet, when the dark war came, Edom was destroyed, and Asmodeus with his son and new wife, Lilith, along with her two sons, came to live in New York. Yet, the death consumed him easily one day, giving his family a great grief. Alec knew Asmodeus once, he was the greatest strategist in the army of Idris.

“Prince Alexander, Princess Isabelle,” they were greeted by Lady Lilith, as they exited their carriage. “It is a great honor to have you both in our home. Welcome. Please meet, my both sons, Jonathan and Jace.”

“It’s a pleasure.” Alec eyed the blonde number two, Jace. He was a muscled young man with striking golden eyes. But not like the man of his dreams. “I believe you have heard that I am looking for a man from my bal.”

“Indeed, I am sure that he is one of my sons.” Her smile was creepy, if Alec could use such trivial word.

“I have something that was lost by the man last night.”

“It must be my handkerchief,” Jace said, batting his eyelashes at Alec. “I have lost it, when we danced, my prince.”

“Maybe, but I’d like both of you to try something on.” Alec called over for Luke. The man brought the shoe with himself and tried to put it on feet of Jace and his brother.

The shoe was falling from Jace’s foot, eliminating him from the competition. When it came to Jonathan, he fitted his whole foot, but there was something strange. Suddenly, Jonathan cried out in a pain and took out his foot. It was covered in blood on the toes, as they were scratched. The shoe was too small for Jonathan.

“Are there no other men here? ” Isabelle asked, looking hopefully. Bane household was the last one in the city they had to visit.

“No. Only my both sons and…” Suddenly a young man, wearing racks walked from around the corner of the house. His face was covered in dirt, and he held the stack of towels in his hands.

“Who are you? ” Alec asked. The man stiffened in his place for a second, before he bowed his head to Alec and Isabelle.

“Don’t mind him, he’s just my step-son, not important.” Lilith waved him off, but before the man could go, Alec walked to him and grabbed his arm.

“Please, wait. I’m Alec Lightwood.”

“I know who you are, prince Alexander.” The voice! It sounded so familiar, especially, when the man spoken his full name. Alec looked at him good. Despite the signs of dirt on his face, he was handsome. His deep brown eyes were filled with sadness and pain, but there was something enchanting in them. “I should go.”

“Try this on, please.” He kneeled before the man and rose his foot. Alec took of the broken boot the man had and slowly, carefully slid the other shoe on his foot.

The magic happened then. The shoe fitted perfectly, like it was made just for the man. Alec couldn’t stop looking at the sight for the moment. All these searchings and here he was. The man of his dreams. He stood up and and looked in the face of the man. When their eyes crossed, Alec could see, that the brown color is replacing itself with the gold-green.

“It’s you…” Alec whispered with a wide smile on his face. “It’s you.”

“What?!” both sons of Lilith were shocked by that. “Mother!”

“Magnus. You do not want to do anything against your family, do you? ” She warned him, making the man shake with fear.

“Do not listen to her, Magnus.” The name of the man sounded perfect on his tongue. “Magnus…”

“My full name is Magnus Bane, my prince.” He said shyly.

“You do not need to address me so properly. Call me Alec.” Alexander winked at him, taking his hand in his. He kissed Magnus’s knuckles and placed his hand upon his heart. “Magnus Bane, will you do me the honor and become my husband?”

Magnus bit down on his lip and  nodded to this.

A week later the whole New York and Idris were celebrating the new marriage union of prince Alexander Gideon Lightwood and Magnus Bane. And the young ones were the happiest people in the whole world, consumed in their beautiful love.

Originally posted by poesexual-finn

Dating Poe Dameron would include…

  • Poe likes to tell himself that he doesn’t get crushes - he was not twelve anymore
  • Then he met you
  • You had just joined the Resistance and the General took you under her wing, your kind smile and accepting attitude being just what she needed to keep the troublemakers at bay
    • She told you to keep an eye out for Poe; he liked causing a ruckus now and then
    • Especially when he got together with Finn
  • General Organa is showing you around the airstrip and she sees Poe just got back from his mission and she immediately drags you over to introduce you
  • You’re a little flustered by the sudden change in mood and you’re rushed in front of Poe, eyes wide and mouth parted open slightly
  • And Poe does not know what to do because he’s pretty sure his heart has never beaten this fast since he first flew
    • “Poe, this is (Y/N) (L/N), you’ll be seeing a lot of them”
    • “Nice to meet you, Poe. I’ve heard a lot about you”
  • He can’t answer - can he even speak right now? He doubts he could
  • The General gets this knowing look on her face and she’s already itching to go spread the word and get some bets going
  • Poe finally manages to get some intelligible out and you smile at him and he’s cursing at himself because damn it, Poe Dameron does not get crushes
    • Nope, not happening
    • Don’t care how cute they are
    • Or that they have pretty eyes
    • My hands are just sweating because of piloting
    • Shit, they’re not
    • I am so screwed
  • He tries to avoid you at first because it has been a while since he liked anyone
  • He also still had trouble getting the courage to hold an actual conversation with you like a normal person
  • It wasn’t until he had some helpful conversations with BB-8 that he started to loosen up a bit
    • “Touch their…processor? I am not crushing on a droid”
    • “No! Don’t tell me about your past relationships”
    • “I…I really didn’t need to know that, BB-8″
    • “You know what? I’m just gonna do it - I’m gonna talk to them”
  • BB-8 held him up to that and each time he saw Poe chickening out, he’d roll into Poe’s legs and Poe would stumble forward and you’d be asking if he was all right and if he needed any help
    • “Uh, no! I mean, no, no, I’m fine. Completely fine. BB-8 just needs a tune up, is all”
    • Angry beeping ensues and Poe is a little shocked when you seem to understand everything BB-8 is saying and he can’t take it anymore
  • “Would you like to…go out sometime?”
  • The hall seems to go silent and you grin brightly at him, nodding eagerly
    • “I’ve been waiting for you to ask me for a while, Poe. So yeah, just pick me up at seven”
  • Seconds pass and then someone is shouting “go tell the General! shit, go tell the General!” and everyone’s running around, shouts and grumbles all alike because they all had bets going and some people lost out on a lot of credits
  • The date you two go on is nice and cozy, just a secluded spot at the Resistance base
    • Let’s face it, the two of you couldn’t do much unless you wanted to agree to the General chaperoning
  • You two spend the whole time talking
  • He tells you about his parents and how his mom actually knew Luke Skywalker and -
    • “THE Luke Skywalker? Like the one we’ve been trying to locate all these years and -”
    • “Yup, that one”
    • “She knew him?”
    • “Yeah, worked with him too”
    • “Your mother is royalty, I hope you know that”
    • “’Course I do! She’s a queen just for raising me”
  • You stared at him for a moment at that before grinning widely at him
  • It’s around midnight when BB-8 comes rolling along, Finn in tow because shit, you two have been out there for hours and they all thought something bad happened
  • BB-8 beeps something and Poe’s cheeks flush and you’re covering your face with your hands and Finn is so confused for a moment
    • “Why is BB-8 relieved to see that there are clothes still on?”
    • You and Poe give Finn an incredulous look before you both remember he was a stormtrooper and was bred never to have those kind of emotions
    • “Uh…we’ll explain later…when you’re older”
  • Poe is huge on PDA, but he usually likes to keep it subtle and save the heavy stuff for when the two of you are alone
  • He loves holding your hand - you always rub soothing circles along his palm and he loves the way you’d just absentmindedly play with his fingers as you listened intently to what the General had to say
  • Finn and Rey instantly become your best friends
  • Both adore your relationship with Poe and while Finn is a little confused on some things, if he were in a relationship he’d want it to be like that
    • Like all the kissing. Why do two people need to kiss so much?
  • Despite what other people think, Rey loves to gossip and she likes to have blackmail material on everyone
  • So she of course asked you to get some dirt on Poe, which you agreed to because messing with your boyfriend was too much fun
  • Poe is the master at making you laugh
  • He has what type of jokes you like embedded into his brain
    • He just really likes hearing your laugh
    • It’s so contagious
  • When the General assigns you your very first solo mission, Poe doesn’t like it at all
  • He goes to the General privately and demands that the mission is either taken on by someone else, or he gets to be there with you
    • “They’re just picking up intel, Poe”
    • “And it could be a trap!”
    • “If it makes you feel any better, we’ll have communications up with them the entire time and you’ll know everything that’s happening. Everyone knows our face now, Poe, and no one knows theirs”
  • So he’s holding onto you for dear life each night leading up to your mission and he just keeps muttering “i love you” over and over just in case
  • “Poe, everything’s gonna be fine. At least you know how I feel each time you’re sent on a mission”
    • “You get like this each time?”
    • “Of course I do! Your job is even more dangerous than mine and it’s hard picturing a life without you there -”
  • He shuts you up with a kiss and you two spend the night wrapped up in each other’s arms

Requested by @poe-also-bucky

This one turned out sooo long too but I like making ‘em long so I guess it works out. Enjoy, lovelies!

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Midnight lace (1960)

Sometimes I think the Blitz left us with more derelict minds than derelict buildings.

anonymous asked:

rebelcaptain + first kiss

A New Year’s fic only a month late. Don’t judge me. It’s super fluffy. I’m not sorry.


Alcohol affected people in different ways. Jyn was no exception to that rule. Most of it magnified who she already was. It was safe to say that she’d had to be carried away from more than one bar fight in her life. For some reason, champagne had the opposite effect on her and she somehow found herself at the sort of party where that was the only drink served other than water.

The bubbly drink made her feel carefree and light, like she was walking on air. Anyone who knew Jyn knew that carefree was not usually a part of her personality. But here she was, sipping on her fifth flute and wondering how many it would take to go from tipsy to drunk when she saw someone approaching out of the corner of her eye.

“The countdown is happening soon,” Cassian said, crossing his arms over his chest as he stood beside her.

Jyn glanced over at him before sweeping her eyes over the room. Sure enough, people were starting to couple up. Some who were already together and some who were using the holiday as an excuse.

“Look at Han and Leia,” she said, a laugh on the tip of her tongue as she saw them trying not to be obvious about how they were inching closer together.

When she looked back at her best friend, he was fighting back a smile himself.

“Shouldn’t you be finding yourself a beautiful someone to kiss when midnight comes?” Jyn asked, nudging his shoulder with her own.

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anonymous asked:

It was almost midnight when Stiles come home from a long day at work, so he assume Derek must be asleep. But he was surprised when he was greeted with a smell of cinnamon from the kitchen. He walk in to a sight of his boyfriend, kneading some dough and a tray on the counter beside him that filled with what look like freshly made cinnamon roll. He snap a picture to send to the pack, with a caption, "my precious cinnamon roll". Who knows Derek Hale like to bake when he can't sleep.. ^_^ - Z

Stress baking, that’s perfect! Like his mentality is ‘if I bake enough then Stiles will smell it and come home’.

Originally posted by falling-through-autumn

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elhissabeth-the-arbok  asked:

Could you do New Year's Eve traditions for the ships??

Aw, yes, of course! <3

Gency: They’re at the party with everyone else, but when the time turns to midnight, they’re already off by themselves. Outside in the snow, sharing a silent and soft kiss. 

High Justice: McCree is hollering when the time comes, and Pharah is laughing at his excitement. Before the cheering stops he grabs his Egyptian Goddess and dips her low before kissing her with fire and passion. Both clinging tightly to each other.

BunnyRibbit: They’re watching the fireworks, hand in hand while screaming as the balls drops. D.va then turns to her yobi and gets her kiss in, pulling back with a smirk to see his shocked face. Before she can dance out of his arms, he leans back in and they share a second, longer kiss. 

WidowReaper: There’s no celebrating for them while stuck on a mission, waiting for their target. But when the nearby clock tower chimes with the new year, Reaper is removing his mask and moving closer. His fingers hold her chin gently, before they share a secret kiss. Widowmaker feeling that same spark flaring up inside of her at his touch.

Time Dragon: They’re side by side, Hanzo letting himself enjoy the party but Tracer is the one that is truly excited. She’s bouncing up and down, shouting the loudest when the count down comes. When the ball drops, she’s jumping Hanzo in a hug. He holds her hips as she wraps her legs around him, and though Hanzo isn’t one for public affection, he lets her kiss him long and hard as everyone are still cheering. 

Junkmetra: Knowing that Symmetra isn’t found of the loud and noisy fireworks, he creates a special one just for her. Taking her outside for peace and quite, the new year comes just as Junkrat’s single firework of blue sparks explodes in the sky nearly silently. Awed at the beauty and quietness, Symmetra pulls him in for a gentle but strong kiss. She can taste his smile. 

Zen Hack: They both have to sneaked off from their respected parties to be with one another. Only relaxing  and sitting on a rooftop to watch nearby fireworks explode. Zenyatta whispers soft things to her, making sure she’s not cold. When midnight comes, Sombra shifts into his lap as they touch foreheads, then Sombra kisses his face plate.