#also this is unbeta'd we die like men on tumblr fics

[nellievances]

Harringrove, 2 👀👀

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forgive & not fight

Steve wakes up from a nightmare - one involving an endless loop of never running fast enough, never saving enough of the Party, never being enough - to an empty bed. Granted, sleep hasn't come easy to any of them, Billy especially in these last few months as his recovery begins, and Steve's heart skyrockets with worry as he realizes Billy's absence. He’s usually awake at the first sign of movement - he's always been a light sleeper, even before all the Upside Down shit - and his heart practically thunders with fear because Billy isn't there. 

He stumbles out of bed, practically tripping over his own feet to get into Robin's room. "Is Billy in here?" He demands, the hallway light bathing the girls' room.

Robin flips him off, turning her head on the pillow away from the light.

“Robin, he’s not with me,” Steve persists, voice more urgent. Robin squints up at him.

“Why the fuck would he be in my bed?" She snaps sleepily and Steve has to restrain himself from yelling, exasperated at her lack of help and the situation at hand, before Robin sits up, rubbing the remaining sleep from her eyes and gesturing for Steve to lead the way. Steve’s glad for her help; it’s a bad night if Billy isn’t still in bed with him and he can use all the help he can get.

He finds Billy shaking on the bathroom floor. There’s sick on the tile floor and down his shirt; Steve thinks he probably tried to make it to the toilet but his gag reflex didn’t quite let him get there. Billy looks up from where he’s buried his face into his arm, low groan leaving his mouth when he sees them both.

“Robin,” Steve starts but Robin just squeezes his shoulder gently.

“I got it,” she says, smile sympathetic. “I’m assuming you don’t care which side of the closet I take from.”

With Robin already helping the clean-up, Steve bends down, hands gentle as he helps Billy sit up, the blonde leaning heavily against him.

“‘M sorry,” Billy moans, face pressing into Steve’s sleep shirt. His skin is hot, even through the fabric. Steve hopes Robin brings two shirts with her. “I tried.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Steve hushes him, hand coming to tangle their fingers together. Billy’s hand shakes in his hold. “I know you did. It’s okay. Nothing Robin and I can’t clean up quick.”

“No,” Billy whimpers and Steve can feel his breath as it hitches on a sob. “I didn’t mean to. He made me do it.”

Steve’s heart seizes painfully in his chest as he realizes Billy’s still grappling with his nightmare, even as he’s wide awake. Billy sobs, loud and painful, before Steve can say anything more.

“’M so sorry, Steve. Please. You have to believe me.” At the final words, Billy’s hysterics seem to hit a peak, eyes widening with fear as he lifts his head, fingers grasping at Steve’s shirt. “Please,” he begs. “Please, Steve, if you don’t believe me, they won’t -- please, please, believe me.”

“Hey, hey, calm down. He can’t hurt you anymore,” Steve hushes him, pressing a kiss to the side of Billy’s head, hair short compared to the curls atop his head. “You’re okay. You’re free.”

“We know it wasn’t you, dingus,” Robin’s voice is teasing but gentle as she kneels down next to the two of them, fresh towel in one hand and two clean shirts in the other. Steve thinks he couldn’t love her more. She hands Steve the towel with a small smile and Steve takes it, gently wiping at Billy’s face.

Billy reaches out for Robin and she takes his now free hand in both of hers. Billy leans against Steve a bit more, exhaustion from the nightmare and lack of sleep taking over. Steve kisses his curls, hand coming up to rub slow circles onto Billy’s back.

“Let Steve clean you two up and I’ll tell you all about the hot girl I saw on my shift today,” Robin continues. “I’m sure that’ll put you right back to sleep.”

Billy huffs a small laugh into Steve’s shirt as both he and Robin grin. Billy sits up slowly, hand moving from Robin’s grip to Steve’s as Robin passes him a new shirt. Her hand rests on his knees, a constant and comforting presence, as she dives straight into her newest romantic tale. Billy looks back at Steve and Steve leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to Billy’s cheek.

Robin stops mid-story to pretend gag, Billy grins, and Steve thinks maybe -- just maybe -- they’ll all be alright, as long as they have each other.

[icaruswasadreamer]

:: Fanfiction ::

Likha ng Araw (Created by the Sun)

by: Zephyr

Fandom/s: The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller, Noli Me Tangere & Related Works by Jose Rizal

Pairing/s: Achilles/Patroclus, Minor or Background Relationships

Character/s: Achilles (Song of Achilles), Patroclus (Song of Achilles), Briseis (Song of Achilles), Menoetius (Song of Achilles), Peleus (Song of Achilles), Agamemnon (Song of Achilles)

Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Philippine Historical Fiction AU, Revolution, Historical References, Historical Inaccuracy, Fluff and Angst, War, Spanish Era of The Philippines, Death, The Philippines, The Author Regrets Nothing, Not Beta Read, no beta we die like Patroclus in Achilles' armor, I'm Bad At Tagging, Religion, Religious Discussion, Patriotism, POV Multiple

Summary:

“The whys and wherefores didn’t need to be said. If you are reading this have ever loved someone, you will understand. Putting it into words is useless. The uninitiated cannot understand the mysterious.” ― José Rizal, Noli Me Tángere (Touch Me Not)

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Petro's life has always been surrounded by death. First, it was his Mother, and eventually, it was his Father. He knows his demise will come soon also, but at the very least he knows he did something that would land in the history books. That was a rarity among men like him.

Or; Patrochilles and (almost) everyone else in The Song of Achilles but it's set in the Spanish Era of the Philippines with too many historical inaccuracies (I tried my best)

Link on Ao3:

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WIP

A/N: Hey everyone! Zephyr here. So basically a lot of stuff happened but I finally got this fic up! It's still a WIP and clearly, unbeta'd but anyways! Hope you guys like it, I have a few notes on the actual Ao3 posts yall should probably check out also, but in case you don't here's the gist of it.

Basically, there will be heavy themes part of this fic, and themes that may touch on things such as colonialism, revolution, religion, and the like. I'd just like to say I have nothing against people who are mentioned in the fic and mean no ill-intent behind the stuff I put in there. They are all for the sake of setting and plot. Along with following the themes of my inspiration which is Noli me Tangere by Jose Rizal.

Certain themes may be sensitive to most viewers and there are possibly some stuff that need context so I'll always give context on the notes for all the stuff with '*' on them. Along with trigger warnings for readers who need it.

Lastly, this is probably very inaccurate and doesn't exactly mirror what was happening back then. I apologize in advance if I got some stuff wrong or represented something poorly. Ill try to fix them right away, but then again I'm just merely a human and I'm just going off with what I know.

With that being said, thanks for reading! And have a wonderful day or night lovelies <3