#but im not joking im working so hard im getting baby calluses on the sides of the pads of my finger tips

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Both of the pieces I'm using for my music school auditions were written by dead French dudes and God this music is so fucking French its ridiculous. It's technical as hell with so many little flips in there and so many jumps and random scale riffs but is also really beautiful and romantic which makes me both love and absolutely dispise it at the same time.

[artiesjam]

aaa very happy to share that “Arrow Straight To My Heart” has it’s first chapter out and gosh do i love it

anyways go read it because im desperate and it has archer willie and nb willie

ao3 link!

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Pain shot up the blonde’s arm as he hit the dirt. He wanted to scream but his voice was strained, his nose was bloodied, and god did everything just hurt. Half broken sobs escaped from his chest. He had never felt more vulnerable and exposed until now where he sat in the middle of the forest with tears running down his pink cheeks.

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He could remember it all as clear as day. His dad smiling as big as ever when they took that family photo. Alex couldn’t have been more than seven but for some reason, he felt so big and mighty during that moment on top of his dad’s arms—tinkering a bit with the crown that laid on top of his father’s head.

Alex’s biggest mistake was wiping that smile right off his dad’s face. He had come out and suddenly, his father’s smile seemed to disappear. He no longer took family photos with him, substituting by spending time in his office alone or arguing with his mom. The only time he saw his dad smile anymore was in press interviews or during fancy royal parties. It wasn’t the same smile though. It was an artificially sweet one that left a bad taste in his mouth every time he tried to recall it, not like he tried to remember it often.

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After a while of deranged whimpers and sighs, Alex decided to assess his injuries. It wasn’t terrible. A possible broken nose, a few cuts and scrapes on his hands, and a twisted ankle were what he assumed. It wasn’t anything that the castle doctors couldn’t fix. If only he could get back there.

Damn, how far did he even run?

Alex craned his head as far as he could without causing a great deal of pain. Nothing was familiar. There were no landmarks he could remember or place a name to—not even a town in sight. A long sigh was left from the boy’s chapped and jagged lips as he leaned himself against the bark of the tree. A part of him pleaded himself to get up and find his surroundings while the other half wanted to close their eyes and fall asleep hoping to drift off into some peaceful slumber. He would choose the latter.

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“Have you decided yet? You know that I can’t let you come to the ball without a date.” His mom poked his stomach lovingly before landing a soft kiss on her son’s cheek. “Ma, I’ll be fine. I’ll just do the slow dance with Alexis like how we always do.” Alexis was Alex’s younger sister. They had a four-year age difference but that was okay because they both didn’t seem to mind keeping their tradition of silly slow dancing. His mom had some complaints though. “Come on! When am I going to see my baby dance with some nice young man? I think the prince from that one kingdom would do just nice.” Alex chuckled slightly at the remark before catching on to his dad’s gaze. It seemed as if he was so angry and so upset that his son could turn out gay. So angry that his son was “unholy” or “impure.” His teeth gritted together ever so slightly and his eyes twitched. But when he noticed Alex staring, he quickly plastered on his fake smile and acted as if he was the perfect father.

It was aggravating.

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“Hey, um, are you alright?”

The voice was enough to knock him out of his daydream, eyes slipping open. There in front of him was a toned figure in a jumpsuit. They had an outstretched hand and a cheeky smile. It was hard to tell any extreme details, however, because of how fuzzy his eyes were becoming. He just wanted to close his eyes again…until he felt a cold hand on his waist that caught his attention again.

“Hey, keep your eyes open. Do you need water?” The attempt to nod left his neck feel uncomfortably limp and stiff all at the same time. He felt like he was slowly losing his grip on his consciousness again. He knew better than that though so he peered his eyes open once more and stared at the person in front of him.

Now that he had a closer view, he could note every detail about them. How their entire face was covered in dirt and sot, how the person’s hands felt slightly callused, and how their brown eyes just had so much concern packed into them. He kept his breathing low in order not to breathe all over the long-haired beauty. “Uh, n-no, I’m fine. Just, do you know where I can lay down?” His question was silently answered whenever he was picked up and the two started walking. Alex was kind of doing more limping and using the person as a crutch but oh well, he couldn’t lie and say that it didn’t feel nice resting his head on the broad shoulder.

“Do you want to sleep at my place and I can fix you up? It's closer than any doctor in this town.”The brunette asked, keeping a grip on the other’s waist so that he didn’t topple over. He could only muster up the energy to hum in agreement.

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“Alex, what do you need to tell us, honey?” His mom fixed her son’s hair as she awaited a response. He didn't have one to give. He didn't want to ruin anything. Yet, his mouth opened and the words spilled from his tongue until he had no more to say.

His mom didn't mind the confession. She just kissed his forehead and whispered sweet nothings as if trying to leave a permanent imprint of her words. His dad had different thoughts. His face shifted from surprise to disappointment before finally landing on anger. His face stayed like that for the past years. He was always angry; Alex caused that.

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Once Alex’s eyes decided to open, he was greeted with an unfamiliar sight. It was a nice clean room with lamps far too light for his liking, squinting immediately to avoid looking at it.

“Oh, you’re awake!” Even though the voice was the same from earlier, it didn’t have the same tone of concern and consideration from whenever they found him in the woods.

“Yeah, I guess.” Alex joked, despite the quite unfortunate circumstances. Humor was his coping mechanism to avoid him losing his shit. To get a better look at the person that he had yet to find the name of, he sat up. Yet, his body pulled him right back down when he felt a searing pain in his side. His arm found the area of pain and was met with a bandage that he was sure wasn’t there earlier.

“Hey, hey. Be careful. I fixed you up earlier but you still have to take it easy.” Alex only nodded at that before inching his neck towards the other and opening his eyes to the all-too-bright room. “So, why'd you bring me here? Where is here?” He asked.

The toned person looked around hesitantly before answering. “Uh, this is my place or more of where I stay. It's an archery shop that I sometimes work at but it has a lower level where Flynn lets me crash. Oh! I'm Willie, by the way.”

Now that he thought about it more, the name did fit them. It was almost like a signature on every little subtle movement. Whenever their lips would curl upwards and their eyes would crinkle lightly whenever they smiled, it was Willie’s own. It was all so perfect and well done as if an angel above custom made them just for them to…

He was staring.

To fill in the awkward silence, Alex forced a cough and replied with an introduction of his own. “Sorry. I'm Alex. Do you know how long I was out?” Willie smiled and looked at a clock on the wall that Alex hadn’t noticed was there. “I’d say about an hour give or take how long you were awake since I walked in. The injuries are mild if you wanted to know that too. Nothing except for an ankle sprain, a gash on your side, and some minor cuts that I disinfected.”

Alex was astonished. This person showed up from nowhere, made sure he wasn’t hurt and didn’t mind him sleeping in their bed. Who were they?

“Hey! How am I supposed to repay you? Or…”

Alex was sure that there had to be some catch to the package deal he was getting right now. Yet, Willie just flashed a joyful smile before slipping off into another room. “Don’t worry about it,” they called.

How was he not supposed to worry about it when some insanely hot, long-haired gem just took care of him?

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