Kissing Booth, medium: Piers Polkiss must kiss Dean Thomas

Showtime, What'd I Miss: home sweet home

Lyric Alley: Now I'm writing a letter nightly.

Hamilton Mania, falling in love: romance (diary)

Word Count: 443


It feels so strange to be back the war. Dean looks around, marvelling at the fact that it hasn't really changed since he'd left nearly a year ago. "Home sweet home," he murmurs.

All that's missing is his family, but he knows they'll be back soon enough.

He throws his torn and battered bag onto the couch before before slumping onto the cushions with a heavy sigh. The war is finally over. He can breathe again and learn to rebuild.

There's a sudden, urgent banging on the door. Instinctively, Dean jumps to his feet, drawing his wand. He tries to remind himself that everything is okay, that Death Eaters don't knock before murdering. One day, the war might leave him, but today is not that day.

"Dean?"

Hearing the familiar voice makes him relax, if only slightly. He crosses the room, tucking his wand into his pocket but making sure it's still easy enough to retrieve. Hesitantly, hands trembling, he opens the door.

Piers Polkiss grins at him, and Dean feels like his heart is melting. "It's the strangest thing," he says, stepping inside. "Right after my best mate vanished without a word, my boyfriend did the same."

"I'm sorry."

Piers grips Dean by the shoulders and pulls him close. For a moment, all they can do is stare at one another. Dean's breathing hitches as relief washes over him.

"I missed you," Dean whispers.

Piers' lips crush against his own. Dean smiles into it. For months, he's been so afraid he wouldn't make, that he would never see Piers again. It had been hell leaving without a word, knowing he couldn't even begin to explain the circumstances. But none of it matters now.

"Are you going to tell me what the hell that was about?" Piers asks when they finally break apart.

Dean stares at him, unsure what to say. Finally, he nods. "I wrote you a letter each day," he says, making his way to the couch and pulling out the ragged, weathered sketchbook he had transformed into a sort of diary. He hadn't expected to make it out alive. Though he had faithfully written to Piers and explained everything that's happened, he hadn't planned to be here now, to actually give it to him.

Part of him is still terrified. How will Piers ready if he knows the truth? They've known each other since childhood, and he's had to keep so many secrets.

But it's time to let go, to allow Piers to be part of his world if he wants to be. Heart racing, he hands his boyfriend the diary of letters, smiling. "Here's everything I wanted to say."