(NEW YEARS EVE! HAVE THREE SHIPS THAT ARE WHOLESOME AF IN DIFFERENT SCENARIOS ON NEW YEARS!!) (two of these are ships in the situations for my upcoming book that I'll work on once AINFA is done!)  (i ship teh charcaters not the creators brotha) 

Klance: Keith POV 

The sound of the crowd below us was drowned out by his presence. His soft fingers, tips brushing against my own as they supported his weight on the edge of the roof. Sometimes, when he isn't watching me, I look at him and feel all the worry melt away. The case may be long and there may be a death sentence looming over my head, but all that melts away as I look at him, knowing that he'll be there for the rest of my life. 

Lance turned back to me, smile stretching his lips. They still had that subtle blue tint from all the slushies I let him buy. The smile widened as he saw the way my face had a slight dusting of blush painting my cheeks. "Keith, you're blushing." 

That simple sentence, said in the softest tones, like the way you speak to a wounded animal or to soothe a child, broke me. Not into tears, for no tears could come when looking at a face as cute as his, but into childish giggles. If the others in the team could see me now, I wouldn't hear the end of it, especially from Pidge, but they're not here. Nobody else but me and Shiro have the key to the roof. 

Nobody would bother us. 

I turned back to look at the sky. Stars patterned it like map, twinkling and waving like cheery little embers of a roaring fire. The sound of yelling from below, muffled but louder now, reached my ears. 

"3!! 2!! 1!!" 

My hand found Lance's face, pulling him closer. The last thing of this year and the first of next will be him. Him in my arms, holding him like I could die if I fall away. Our lips met as the fireworks exploded in the sky, showering the scene with sparks of red and blue. 

Pulling away for the briefest moment, I let a smile break my face. He was bright red as he looked up at me. "Happy new year, mullet." 

I chuckled. Another year, same nickname. "Happy new year, babe." 

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Adashi: Adam POV

"Adam?" My partner, well I say partner when I really just mean that officer the Garrison handed to me to help me on this case when I can't even be in the same room as him without wanting to punch a wall, said. He walked out from the bedroom, into the living room. Papers were strewn across the floor, sofa, and coffee table, empty coffee cups weighing them down like white ceramic paper weights. "You need to sleep." 

He walked beside me. Sure, I was tall, but he towered over me. Terrifying. A strong hand found my shoulder, sending tension through my body. It's not like I like him, it's- 

"Sleep is for people who don't have a case to crack, Takashi." I said, wrenching my shoulder away from his grasp. My arms crossed, brows furrowed, but evidently a no-nonsense demeanour didn't distract Takashi from the bags under my eyes. 

He let out a low chuckle, leaning against the corkboard that housed al the clues, all the leads, all the information for the case. "Sleep is also for people who don't want to be burnt out at the start of a new year. C'mon, it's time to sleep. Keith's with Lance at a party tonight, and your little sib's staying at Indigo's." He grabbed my hand, pulling me away from the case. I tried to stop the flush of red scattering my face, believe me, I did. But there was something about his hand in mine. 

"...only because I'm not burning out at the start of next year." I grumbled, letting him pull me away to the bedroom. Two separate beds. Nothing weird. Get your minds out of the gutter, bitch. "And I'm not sleeping. Not until next year." 

Takashi let out an eye roll as he sat me down. "Fine. Get something on the TV, I'll get us some drinks." He said as he left. I grabbed the remote, switching the wall-mounted TV on and scrolling through a multitude of channels until I found the only streaming service worth paying for because, despite capitalism, the embodiment of grief consumes us all. 

When he returned, a pair of hot drinks with whipped cream and a broken bourbon cream biscuit topping them clutched in his hands, he smiled. Big Hero 6 was paused and ready on the TV and I was sat there, judgementally looking at the drink he was passing me. 

"It's got so much coffee in it, I don't even know if it can be called a mocha anymore." He smiled as I set it down on the coaster beside my bed. I sipped on it regularly through the movie, watching as Takashi slowly spiralled into an inconsolable mess at the end of it. What can I say, it's enough to make a grown man cry. 

Somewhere near the end, Takashi had curled up on my bed beside me, clutching his own hot chocolate which, upon closer inspection, definitely had whiskey in it. Once the credits were over, I turned to look at him. 

Behind him, the clock flashed 00:02. "Happy new year, Takashi." 

The only response was a kiss. 

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Snowbugs: Scott POV 

"My lord?" My advisor, Kieran, said, hands folded behind his back. He was bowing in a way only he would, respect when he needn't show it. He's been my advisor for how many years, and my friends for many more. He was a trusted companion, yet he still showed respect for the monarch. "Lord Tango from the Fire Kingdom has arrived." 

I felt a flutter in my heart, but keeping up appearances, as father always taught me and my brother, was key in ruling an empire. I nodded, dismissing my advisor as I made my way to the front doors. There was a barely disguised bounce in my step as I got closer, joy overriding the ever present threat of conforming to the mould society fit me into. 

But moulds are made of plaster, and plaster can melt away. No sooner had I combatted the spring in my step than my eyes met the man standing in the front hallway. Glasses perched on his nose as he joked with my brother. Crystalline red earrings, a customary accessory of the rulers of the Five Kingdoms, glittering in the light of the dying sun. Hair waving and glowing, despite the absence of the wind. 

Fuck appearances, this man fills me with joy. My heels were flying before I even had time to think, arms outstretched to wrap around his smaller body. My face buried itself into the crook of his neck, stifling the words of happiness. He was warm. Cosy. He smelt of fire and smoke, of ashes in the base of a campfire, or musky perfume that's a tell tale sign he's entered the room. Of gunpowder and redstone, and long nights. 

"Happy new year, my love." He said, voice soft, the slightest smile behind those words. "Sorry I couldn't make the party." 

"Wasn't much of a party. Just a bunch of people throwing snow at the audience. Not worth it." I smiled, looking down at him. "Not without you."