#this is so selfindulgent oh my god

[sleep-deprived-luka]

Oh there's still allot about the Wolf au (Thank almost two years of deranged scribblings for that) and I'm really happy that you're interested :D It's always a delight to see my selfindulgent projects garner someone's interest!

(another cut for obvious reasons)

It's admittedly a bit hard to decide what I could talk about next. There is a remarkably fine line between explaining important world building and counting down street names and their history/etymology.

But I think talking about religious aspects is a safe bet.

Wolf is mostly set in a medieval german country, so the religion at hand is a weird imitation of Christianity. It's Hatsune Miku as the god and the other cryptonloids as lesser ones.

The religion is admittedly simple at its core. Miku created the world through song, constructing it in melodic order etc. etc.

Everything revolves around that really, especially the calendar which I loosely based of geocentrism

We have Empyreum as January, Terra as February, Luna as March, Mercurius as April, Venus as May, Sol as June, Mars as July, Iupiter as August, Saturnus as September, Astra as Oktober, Zodiak as November and Purgatorio as December

The order follows a loss of sanctity in a way. Starting from Empyreum(Purity) then going Earth (being born) experiencing the various pleasures and troubles of earthly live inbetween Luna and Mars, followed by Iupiter where the Thunderfestival symbolizes repentance and separating the good from the bad (the bad being saturn) then the final travels to return to sanctity through the stars and purgatory starting it all over.

Every Month has one big event, that has some sort of lightmotive I desperately want to convey in my writing. For example Sol has soft glass bells, Zodiac has nightly songs played by the organ, Iupiter has the thunder of countless pots and pans being bashed together and Astra the song of merry people meeting each other. They all then get featured in the grand orchestra of the Empyreum festival, where a new year gets celebrated.

But with that purity theming there's also what makes the main conflict of Wolf. The queer, the strange, the others.

With defined borders of what is and isn't holy. It's a us vs them world, the ones and the others. (the others are a generalized term for anything not made by Miku or not following Miku. It includes Fea/Fairy/Wolves/Owls/Pagans/Apostates and other things)

A good chunk of what makes Sekai is making those borders clear. Knighthood is a very prominent tool for that, since as Airi described (rough translation) "Knights only serve to move and defend these arbitrary mortal lines" so to hinder the others from mingling with what is pure and precise. (the arbitrary is more because Airi is speaking from the perspective of a semi-imortal)

But hey I'm a prsk fan on dungle.com, I am nothing but a fan of the queers (pretending like I'm not very queer myself)

(Trying my best not to get lost in a side tangent)

I also conveyed that black and white thinking in other parts of world building. The Tenmaepos is built from it really, but there are other tales. In the Shizuai wip the most prominent is the lynx and the hound, a story I used to explain the two accepted roles of the other. It's about a lynx trapped in a snare having a conversation with the hound. At first the beast tries to be on even ground, calling the hound his brother, but eventually it just becomes a "Why are you serving man?" discussion. Both points are presented neutrally, the wild beasts in the forest and the domesticated hound are both accepted roles, the issue is that the lynx has to die, because he can neither be free nor kept.

In the same fic Tsukasa has a play where he basically restates that moral (Tsukasa isn't the best ally pre bloodmoon. He likes his dazzling tales and hasn't had them challenged yet) It's about a poor fisherman who saved a sea fairy forcing her to help him. It went fine when they were on uneven grounds, but the second equality hits he dies. "Man can only be apart from the others or make them subservient, but it's best to kill the vile than have them on your side" that's the moral (some conservative ass message pff)

The Mizuena fic has some tales aswell. We have the purple beast, that's more of a "behave well or 'x' monster gets you" Mizuki mentioned as a joke. In the same chapter there's a mention of "the small Oliver" (Mizuki named a cat after Oliver) that's about a boy that went into the forest and got kidnapped.

There are multiple stories, because this tale was some random taletellers weekly project, but the short version is: Lala makes friends and finds 12 magic objects. Mia is there aswell, a trickster fae who initially worked for the Faeking. She betrayed him to help Lala. She dies in that story. Her death is depicted in complete neutrality. Well she is one of the others yk?

A bigger one would be the fanatstical story of the cursed Lala, obviously based on the Anime Mizuki liked lmao. The premise is Lalas parents promiseda Faeking, that if they'll make it through the winter they'll give him their unborn child. They in the end tricked him (with a trick I'll never gonna mention, cuz Ena didn't want to hear Mizuki gush about it >:( ) saving their child, but well making the king mad. To punish such a thing the faeking went "Fuck you! Now nobody can have the child!" Cursing Lala so that she can't be with her parents until she finds something to make up with the Faeking.

WHich segways into a currently disputed topic (the despute is between I,me and myself)

One major difference between humans and the others (the humanoid kind) is that the others have no soul. That's basic nordic myth, but needs to be considered with some kind of understanding of what having a soul means.

In some way having a soul means true immortality. The others mostly have a very long lifespan (Airi for example is older than the mountain on which the Hinomori forest grew. It was a fun lil imitation of some mythological animals going "Well I witnessed the life of the tree from which acorn this elder oak grew from") but if they die it's over. In comparison humans die faster, but since they have a soul they have true eternity waiting for them.

There is the additional thought that maybe immortality could be portrayed as someone being remembered. So that the appearance of the others vanish from ones memory. For example: I've been thinking of making Nagi the beast of rad weekend. And well after being slain the actual Nagi died, but two shadows remain. Nagi the knight and Nagi the beast. The true memory turns vague almost fading and a legend fills it's place. Like a vacuum exposed to air. It gets filled, but with other stuff.

The death of the others is such a interesting thing tbh. It's the most fucked up form of oppression. Cuz if the others stay away they may live forever, but one wrong move and it's over. So the second way out is sharing the soul with a human, meaning to do the big bad of mixing with the ones.

jeeesh that's another long one it's been... 5h??????

It could be even reasoned that changelings happen because of that. Oooh don't let me ramble about changelings for this au, this would swiftly turn into a thousands world long collection of me going "born in between!" sniffling and sobbing....

Talking about this au is like jumping into a wormhole, like wtf (I am actually really happy, since sundays usually only contain me being a sad blob of inactivity)

There's still soo sooo much more I could talk about, I have older rambles in the #wolf au on this blog, but they still don't all contain all my thoughts and ideas lmao

Inside of you there are two wolves:

[unavenged-robin]

There have to be rules to this, Damian had said with the utmost seriousness the night he’d made this particular offer to him for the first time, and Bruce had nodded with the same solemnity, barely holding back a smile.

He’d been so relieved, though. This is something he used to do with Jason and Cassandra - way, way back - but he never dared to suggest it to Dick or Tim, out of fear of crossing a painful line they both had drawn for him. And Damian… well, things with Damian have always been harder, more painful and complicated than they needed to be, so Bruce really had no clue how his youngest son would react to his proposal.

Still, it had felt so natural to ask. Not like a duty or a responsibility, but like a pleasant necessity. The bittersweet memories of his own childhood may have played a heavier part in this than Bruce is willing to admit to himself, but this isn’t about him, although there’s a selfish pleasure to it. He’d missed this.

The first rule is that I must be able to see it too, Damian had announced that first night.

Seems reasonable to me, Bruce had answered in all sincerity, since he already knew the explanation for that request. He knew that it was the boy’s way of saying I don't need you to do this for me, I can do it perfectly well on my own. I don't want you to think that I'm not capable of doing it.

He understood. But it hurt anyway.

The second rule is that it must be confined to its appropriate time and space, Damian had continued, counting on his fingers.

And what do you want them to be?, Bruce had asked even if there wasn’t a real question there. But Damian needed to feel in control, and Bruce wanted to give that to him. He was ready to accept whatever request his son would demand, and he was fairly convinced that Damian would come up with something absurd and unreasonable just to challenge him: Bruce would pass the test anyway.

But Damian hadn’t push him. Hadn’t made it difficult for them to find an agreement. In hindsight, that alone said something.

The third rule is that this is not an obligation, so there must be no expectations of when or if it will ever happen again, Damian had resumed then, and there had been something different in his voice, something that suggested to Bruce that those weren’t his own words, that he was just repeating something he'd heard. He felt like he had to pause.

Did Talia ever do this?, he had been compelled to ask.

Of course she did, Damian had answered with a puzzled expression. She was my mother.

Bruce hadn’t missed the past tense. He had actually played it in his mind for a long minute before archiving it for a future conversation.

I would like to do it as many times as you want, he’d concluded and Damian had smiled in his own unique not-really-smiling way. But Bruce was better now at catching the little things, the tiny cracks in Damian’s armor that Dick had seen first, and had enlarged enough for him to take care of the wound under it.

Then we are in agreement, Damian had beamed, extending his hand for Bruce to shake. He had done so with his best business face, then he’d rested the other hand on Damian's shoulder, squeezing gently. Damian had allowed him to.

Thinking about it now, it had been one of the weirdest discussion he’d ever had with one of his children, but it had led to tonight, to this.

This is the library, huge and silent in the winter night, illuminated only by the dancing light from the fireplace and the solitary beam of the lamp behind Bruce’s back, aimed directly at the pages of the book that he’s holding in his hands.

This is the ledge under the library’s larger window, where Bruce is sitting with his legs stretched out, Damian curled up next to him, his head resting on his father’s shoulder, sleepy gaze focussed on the story they are reading together.

This is the snow falling slowly on the other side of the glass, creating dancing figures that fade away as soon as they lay their eyes on them, short-lived daydreams piling up on the external sill in small white heaps that begin to melt against the warmth of the window.

This is Bruce reading in a soft voice, Damian dozing quietly against him but still trying to listen to the words, an old blanket draped over them, Titus and Ace resting at their feet, the paintings of the rest of their family looking down at them almost with kindness.

There had been other discussions about it. Which books to read, which ones to avoid, which genres they both liked and which ones they disliked. Even this spot under the large window is a new thing: at first they agreed to read together in an armchair or on one of the sofas, so that it would be easier to find a position where they both could read the book together. But Damian liked to watch the snowfall whiten their garden, and Bruce was fond of this particular niche since he was Damian’s age, so they’d spent the afternoon here, reading and watching the snow in a quiet bliss.

It wouldn't have happened if they both hadn’t been benched by Alfred after a long string of exhausting patrols, and Bruce feels a pinch of guilt for that.

Damian yawns and rubs his eyes with the back of his hand. He’s been nodding off for a while now, lulled by his father's voice and the warmth of the fireplace.

“Do you want to go to bed?”, Bruce asks softly, putting aside the book for a moment.

He feels Damian shake his head and turn a little to his side to borrow his face into Bruce’s neck.

“Want t’ know h’w it ends”, he mumbles, eyes already closing. “Keep reading to me?”

Bruce suspects it wasn’t intended to be a question, yet the uncertainty is tangible in his son's voice. But he’s surprised too: this is never happened before. Damian’s always insisted they should read together, and he’s never allowed Bruce to read to him.

That would be childish, he’d said once, with blatant disgust, and Bruce never insisted. He was already happy about their arrangement as it was, he didn’t want to push.

But there’s something that pulls at his heartstrings in this small concession on Damian’s part: he’s giving him the permission to treat him like a child, like his child. And, as weird as it sounds like, it’s probably one of the best achievement of his life that his children allow him to be their father.

He feels like a sentimental old fool, but he has to swallow a lump in his throat and clear his voice several time before he’s able to start reading again. Thankfully Damian doesn’t comment, maybe because he’s too sleepy to even mock him.

So Bruce reads, and he listens to Damian's regular breath, and he feels happy in a way that is both very new and very old at the same time.

“Damian?”, he says after a while, almost like a second thought, but before his son gives in for good to sleep.

“Mh?”, Damian hums back.

“I love you.”

It’s something he shouldn’t have to say and, at the same time, something he knows he doesn’t say enough.

Damian sighs happily then he makes the great effort to lift his head just enough to kiss him on the cheek, briefly, but without shame.

“Next time I could read to you in your bed”, Bruce proposes tentatively.

The little nod he gets back feels like the biggest win.

[unfo11owmelol]

HAD TO DOODLE THIS REAL QUICK AT THAT RESPLENDENT HECC PREVIEW?! MUSPELL GAYS HERE WE GO!!!!!!!! LMAO

[arielmagicesi]

WWDITS fic recs- 2!

I missed a couple in my first post and I’ve also read quite a few more since then and you know what, I think it’s worth it to promote all these authors’ work! Evidently I’m still afflicted with these brain worms so why not use them to make some writers and readers happy. I see a lot of people being like “I need fic of this or that” and I’m like aaaahhh it exists! So here are my recs, once again, for the fics that I personally thought were either well-written or well-characterized or both.

(again: tagging the authors whose Tumblr accounts I can find so that you can let me know if you want to be removed from the post and I’ll edit you out)

i lied about the whales by morian ( @nonagethimus on here) FREAKING SLAPS... you want communication issues, this is the one to read. This is a “what if Nandor and Guillermo got to go on their road trip after all” fic. Very, very good content

Living in an Age That Calls Darkness Light by holograms ( @acanofpeaches on here) is one that I forgot last time but it’s so so so good. Post-The Wellness Center fic that really delves into the mental health parts. TW for discussions of eating disorders (but, you know, with like, blood, not food, obviously)

come and break me down by inkstainedwretch is INSANELY good. This one’s like 90% a sex scene so obviously avoid if you don’t want to read a sex scene. But oh my god the writing. The characterization. It’s a Nandermo road trip fic featuring a “oh no I hope you don’t show me how good you are at killing vampires” moment lmao please read it

Uncle Afanas by letek is for the Colin Robinson fans out there, as well as the Baron/Sire fans. It’s about the Baron and the Sire babysitting kid Colin Robinson! hello! it’s adorable! It’s really well written too!

Oh wait almost forgot to rec MY new fic, Vampire Vignettes, by ME, which is my speculations about the end of season 4. Nandor and Guillermo are navigating their relationship awkwardly, Nadja and Laszlo are doing the same, and Colin Robinson is a very annoying teenager. Featuring Colin using fidget spinners to drain people and Nandor trying his hardest to be affectionate

Guillermo Has a Secret, Nandor Suspects Cats, and Laszlo and Nadja Couldn’t Give a Fuck, Except That They Do by cosmicocean is a delight. Basically just the vampires speculating about Guillermo and being adorable and stupid. Ft. accidental baby acquisition, which normally I’m like eh about but it’s sweet here

Ship to wreck by nea9 is FANTASTIC!!! If you want Nadja and Guillermo bonding on the sea voyage, please read this! The emotional poignancy of both of them talking about their lives and emotions is so much. Very beautifully written and wonderful.

I design disasters by lizluz ( @michshlo on here) is beautiful. A simple beautiful fic about Nandor and Guillermo confessing their feelings after returning to Staten Island.

Time Off by colormehappy is another simple, sweet fic about Guillermo about 3 years into his familiar service taking the week off to get top surgery, and just the basic life complications around that. Very fluffy, very nice.

Apologize Like You Mean It by DarklyGleaming is a Nadja/Laszlo smut fic essentially which gets into their emotions as well, right after the “Witches” episode about both of them being sad about the Lilith situation and then having makeup sex. It’s very lovely and good.

Coming Up Aces by Heather N is a fun, short crack fic about Colin Robinson taking Laszlo and Nadja to what they think is “a sexual meetup” but is actually an asexual meetup and they just fully don’t get it.

you can run away with me anytime you want by partiallyobscure ( @partiallyobscure on here) is a solidly good Nandermo road trip fic if you are looking for one of those.

Transcript of a Lost Tape by selfindulgences is a fun movie-crossover one written in script format that addresses the plot hole of “if the sire thing is true, then how come Deacon didn’t die when Petyr died in the movie” in a funny cute way

if it was with you by milesofregrets is a rewrite of the s3 finale fight scene that delves more into Nandor’s vampire-related existential crisis and ends with confessing feelings

I’m classifying the rest of these as “miscellaneous Nandor/Guillermo fluff” because they are basically all fluff without plot

something here will eventually have to explode by returnsandreturns ( @returnsandreturns on here) is a fic about Guillermo muttering about his feelings under his breath because he assumes Nandor isn’t listening, and then finding out Nandor is listening. And yes those feelings include murder feelings, because you know I love to see Guillermo do murders

swim to me; let me enfold you by singing_to_shipwreck is an utterly gorgeous one about Guillermo comforting Nandor after a bad date

Strange Effect by lauze is more of a PWP, so again, avoid if you don’t want to read a sex scene, but it’s very fluffy. Basically just the two of them randomly deciding to hook up but there’s feelings and it’s very sweet

Slip by Nandors Wizard Hat (enter_the_gloaming) is an accidental love confession fic, which also interestingly starts with Nandor being in a mood because one of his ex-wives had been turned into a vampire and showed up

A Soft Touch by tired_teeth is a lovely short one about Guillermo figuring out how to show affection

Punch Drunk Love by Doctorinblue is one about affectionate-drunk Nandor

That’s it for now! Let’s all pray this is the last one I make lmao, not because there won’t be more lovely fics written (I’m sure there will be) but because I hope to heal from my WWDITS brain-rot very soon

[mimiscappinisideblog]

I've got this idea for sometime now and I know I'll never gonna do anything with this so I'll share it with you all.

If any of you wants to do something with this shit be my guest. Btw this is some selfindulgent shit.

This has been in my drafts for months.

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A friday night out with your friends. Just your average group of people in a bar drinking and enjoying eachothers company.

This bar was one of your favorites because of the ambient, not too classy and just enough of that calmly home feeling to make you feel warm and welcome.

Not to mention the live music playing every night. Each artist bringing a little of their soul to play off on that stage where all the patrons were able to see and listen.

You suggested this specific bar to your friends because of one thing, the drinks were really good and not too expensive, and maybe also because friday nights a certain musician came in to play it's a posibility. Okay, it was only for him who are you kidding.

You frequented that bar enough times to know that he came every friday to sing a couple of songs then he'd have one or two beers before leaving.

By this time you already knew who he was, the barman told you he teaches music in an after school program that originated from Horace Green. The barman already knew of your little crush on him and was trying to get you to try and talk to him but you were too shy of a loser to actually go and say hi to him.

One of your friends shooked you out of your thoughts and handed you your drink, she saw your distant stare.

"You alright there dub? You seem distracted." she asked with concern in ver voice.

"Which is funny considering you were the one that bring us here. You wanna leave already or something?" another one chimes in.

"No, no. I'm fine." you said trying to compose yourself for them "I was just thinking, nothing to worry about." you hope they buy it and not press more on the matter that you were expecting someone intenly watching the front doors. "what were you guys talking about?"

You try to jump in the conversation but out of the corner of your eye you see the doors open.

And then you see him.

Dewey Finn, the man who's been running on your mind the whole day in anticipation for this moment. The man who sends you a thousand buttlerflies everytime you hear his melodic voice singing. He's fanally here.

He goes to do a little chat with the barman. Your eyes focus on him for a little too long. Long enough for you not to notice that your friends were also looking at you and thanks to your staring they noticed Dewey as well.

They all excange knowing looks that were only confirm by every second that passed and you were still staring at the poor unsuspecting guy.

A witress blocks your view of the musician bringing your table some food.

"So..." your friend adressed you after the waitress was gone and you started to dig in "Were you going to go talk to him or just stare at his back whole night?"

Taking in the question you suddently notice you're the center of attention, all eyes were on you "What are you talking about?" you said trying to play dumb.

"Come on, everybody saw the way you were undressing the guy at the front bar. A little bit more staring and you'd drill holes on the back of his neck"

"Please. She was totally looking at his butt. No way the holes were going to end up in his head" your face was aflame, pretty sure they all could see your red blush even with the caramel lights of the place.

"No I wasn't" you insist "I was just looking at the different drinks they have on the menu posted on tbe wall. Might wanna try something new"

"Something new... Like the guy with the guitar at the front bar?" They kept at it.

There was no escape, they won't let you go out of this. You know very well they'll keep it up until you confessed to them, which you were known to avoid at all costs.

With a deep breath you finish the glass you were still holding onto and stood up "I wasn't staeing at him, if you don't believe me I don't care. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to the bathroom" you really needed some cold water on your hot-red face.

Meanwhile Dewey went on stage to get his things ready, so when the barman was free he took a stroll to the table you and your friends were at.

He told your friends all they needed to know about your little 'dilema' with Dewey and that he tried effortlessly to get you two together.

He left your table after that and went back to work. Your friends were estatic, comming up with ideas of what to do with you.

And they got one, you were fucked... Well they hope you get fucked at least.

Just as you came back from the bathroom the sound of guitar strings being played sorrounded you. Sweet honey filled your ears and your heart fluttered when Dewey started to sing.

You were so dumb stroked you didn't even notice your friend on your right gave you a full glass of beer.

So entranced with the music and musician you downed the whole thing before the song was over.

Dewey usually sang three songs each night.

By the time he finished you were three full glasses down.

You were, by no means, drunk you had enough acohol in your sistem just to be in a "overconfident" mode.

So overconfident that you let out a "That guy is so fucking cute" loud enough for your friends to hear.

They all wore matching grins.

The plan comming into play.

"You know, you should go an tell him" one friend on your right tells you.

"Haha I can't do that" you said laughing at the idea of just going and talk to him.

"What's the matter? Are you scared?" everybody howls at that.

Oh they did not just implied that you are scared of something like that. Overconfident you was scare of nothing!

"I am not scared!" you kind of shout.

"Oh yeah? Go and tell him you think he's cute then!"

"Fine I will!" and you march for were Dewey was.

He was sitting on a bar stool looking at his phone while drinking.

At the middle of the way your shy self rised up over your overconfident one and scramed at you. What were you doing?! How do you talk to him? How in the world are you going to tell him he's cute?? This was a bad idea.

While your mind was debating your feet didn't seem to care and continued on their way.

By the time you finally decided you were going to turn around and go back to your table a voice surprised you.

"Hi. Can I help you with anything?" you look up and see. See him.

You never got this close to him before, barely two feet away. He had beautiful brown eyes. Eyes that were looking right at you waiting for an answer. Oh shit you had to answer! Your brain scattered and was looking for what to say. Think of something!

You felt eyes on your back too. Then you remembered your friends. Your friends. They fucking knew! Oh, shit they knew. How?

Making up a lie you answer Dewey "Oh, hi! Yeah, I- I'm just here because my friends kinda made me? Would you fake talking to me for a while until they calm out?" you shoot him a smile you hope seals the deal and he believes you.

"Of course. I mean, I wouldn't have to "fake it" if we just small talk, right?" oh my god his smile was brigth enough to lift your worries and made you forget everything around you.

You just smile like a dork at him, standing in front of him not sure what to do with your hands.

Everything was going okay, mindless banter of the wheater, music. It was perfect!

But your friends weren't buying it, they knew you were staling. So one of them shouts at Dewey "SHE THINKS YOU'RE CUTE!"

You freeze. Well this is it. I'm going to die after I kill my friends.

You were going to make a run for it when you hear "Is that true?"

Looking at Dewey you felt silent for a minute.

"Do you really think I'm cute?" that genuine smile catched you off guard.

Enough to make you speak without thinking "Of course I do! You're hella cute" Were did that come from?

He just giggles at that. Is he... Is he dashful? This man is going to be the death of you!

"Why, thank you!" he takes a good look at you "You're pretty cute too" and he sends you a wink.

Now you think he's gonna be the death of you.

How fucking dare he make your heart stop for a second. And that wink made your legs tremble. You were so fucked.

"Wow, um. Thanks a lot! I'm gonna go now. My friends are waiting-" right when your body started to move he speaks.

"Wait! Won't you like to sit with me for a bit? I mean if it's no trouble. I understand if you don't, it's okay" just when you thought he couldn't get any cuter here he is, trying to make you stay. You were going to die.

"You're so kind but my friends-" you can't finish because of a voice shouting over you again.

"GO SIT WITH HIM! YOU WILL BE FINE!"

Dewey laughs at that and your reaction.

Whe you get your hands on your friends they'll!!-

"I guess you'll be staying with me for a while" Dewey says with a smile, beckoning you to sit next to him. And you do.

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That's all I got. I don't know how to continue.

The plot was that he also noticed you when he performed at the bar. Then the sexy times happens.

But I can't write so all I have is this

Okay, bye.

[nosecrinklewrites]

ok so i don’t wanna jinx it, but also, i feel so unproductive and i just wanna show what i’m working on bc i really like it

initially was inspired by the heatwave that is currently trying to murder me, but turned into something selfindulgent and not very heatwave-esque at all

Hux had begged his father to postpone the move. Hux had never, in his 18 years of life, begged his father for anything.

Moving right when everyone else started school was bad enough, moving to another country and missing the first two weeks of school, was a different circle of Hell entirely.

Hux was sitting in an uncomfortable chair, outside his new principal's office, staring at the secretary across the room. He was told he had been assigned a student to show him around. Like Hux wasn't capable of reading a map. Or a schedule.

His fine leather shoes couldn't quite find purchase on the linoleum, and the collar of his polo was getting damp with sweat.

The secretary – Miss Kanata – moved the fan on her desk, pointing it toward Hux.

”I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Hux, Ben is sweet as can be, but he's never punctual, I'm afraid,” she said.

Hux nodded. ”It's quite alright.”

They had to wait an additional ten minutes, before Ben decided to grace them with his pressence. The boy was a flurry of apologies and darkness. Hux had apparently been nodding off, as he had to blink profusely to get his eyes to clear up.

As the world came into focus, Hux began to make sense of the darkness. Hux was so used to the strict dress code at his former school, that it took him a moment to get past the waist long hair on the guy. The hair looked thick and dark, almost black. Most of his face was obscured until he pushed a lock of it behind a surprisingly big ear.

”It's alright, Ben,” Miss Kanata said sweetly. She handed Ben Hux's schedule and politely told him to get them on their way.

Ben turned to Hux, looking terribly upset. He seemed to freeze at the sight. ”Are you wearing slacks?”

Hux pointedly looked at the guy from head to toe. Twice. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and cut off black denim shorts, heavy looking leather boots on his feet.

Ben blushed. ”I just meant– We don't have a dress code. You can wear whatever you want.”

”What makes you think that's not what I'm doing?”

He frowned. ”You like wearing slacks?”

Hux rolled his eyes and got to his feet, picking his backpack up off the floor.

”Oh!” Ben exclaimed. ”I'm Ben,” he said and stuck out his hand. His very big hand.

”Hux,” Hux replied and shook his hand. He held on a little longer than necessary. Having his hand dwarfed by someone else's wasn't something he'd experienced before.

Ben frowned, ”I thought Hux was your last name? It says Armitage right here.” Ben flapped the schedule in his other hand.

Hux cringed sligthly at Ben's pronounciation. ”Hux will do, thank you.”

Miss Kanata cleared her throat pointedly. ”Boys. Get to class, you're already late.”

Ben pulled his hand back quickly and motioned for Hux to follow him. ”I'm sorry. My car wouldn't start, so I had to beg my dad to let me take one of his. He hates when I drive his cars,” Ben muttered. Hux wasn't entirely sure it was meant for his ears or not.

–

Being forced to introduce oneself to a classroom full of strangers, appeared to be a universal thing. Hux kept it as short and precise as possible. He wasn't averse to public speaking, he simply found the task rather pointless. No one in this room cared about what some stranger did over the summer.

He bit his tongue when the teacher pronounced his name wrong.

The teacher assigned him the seat next to Ben. Ben smiled softly, as if to apoligize for the whole thing.

The classroom was as unremarkable as the rest of the school. The whole town was awfully dull in Hux's opinion. Nothing stood out, nothing caught his eye.

Well.

Maybe Ben did. A bit.

Ben wasn't unique in any way. Hux had already seen a handful of people who looked a lot like him, since he arrived that morning. He looked like the type of guy who listened to loud music and was always going on about the next concert he was going to. Or complaining about his garage band.

As a matter of fact, there was another one in this very classroom. Hux had seen him when he introduced himself. Dressed in all black and sitting in the backrow. There were chains and studs on his clothing. His hair was dyed black, obvious from where his natural color was showing around his hairline.

His hair wasn't as long as Ben's; wasn't as nice as Ben's.

Ben's hair looked very soft. There was a knot behind his ear, like he hadn't had quite enough time to brush it out before he left. Hux wasn't out right staring, but he was looking. At Ben.

The sun was harsh through the classroom windows. The glass was dirty, the outside was dusty, the inside was greasy, but the sun came through just fine.

Ben was sitting between Hux and the window. His hands were bathed in the light, where they were curled around the edges of his textbook. Ben's skin was tan. He probably fared better in the sun than Hux's poor skin. There were a few pale lines around Ben's wrists from hair ties. When he moved his hands, the pale lines on his skin would line up with the elastic circling his wrist. Further up his forearms and around his knuckles were more lines. Scar tissue that didn't darken in the sun. The kind of scars you get when you work with your hands. Hux could still feel the phantom touch of Ben's calluses from when they shook hands.

Hux was still recovering from jet lag and kept catching himself staring off into space. Ben had to rouse him when the bell rang.

”Do we have the same schedule?” Hux asked, while rubbing his face, trying to stay awake and present.

”Today we do,” Ben said. He pulled Hux's schedule out of his pocket and unfolded it. ”We have a few together tomorrow, but you have some advanced classes I don't,” he guided Hux out into the hall and toward their next class. ”I can show you where to go anyway? If you want? I'm sure my teachers will be alright with me being late, when I'm doing something important.”

Hux looked up and down the crowded hallway. Every hallway he'd been in so far had all looked the same. ”I'd like that,” he said when he couldn't spot the door to the classroom they’d just left.

At the bewildered expression on Hux's face, Ben said, ”I can give you a tour later? We have lunch soon.”

”Oh god,” Hux groaned. ”American food is awful. Remind me to bring my own lunch.”

Ben laughed. ”I'll try to remember that.”

–

At lunch, Ben directed him outside. It was too hot to sit and eat inside the building.

The food was just as terrible as Hux had expected. They were carrying twin trays of what was labeled as ”cheeseburgers”.

Hux was not convinced.

Ben led him to a picnic table located under a big birch tree. Hux sat on the bench, like a normal person. Ben sat on the table, feet on the bench where Hux was sitting.

”So,” Ben said and took a bite of his food, ”you hate it yet?”

”I hate a lot of things, you have to be more specific.”

Ben laughed and covered his mouth, to keep from spraying food all over Hux. After swallowing and clearing his throat, Ben elaborated. ”I meant the school.”

Hux shrugged. ”It's alright, I suppose. Bit smaller than my previous school, I reckon.”

Ben nodded. ”If it wasn't for the army base, I think they would've closed it down and moved us all into the school at the other end of town. We've got a lot of army brats coming through.”

Hux couldn't help but let his eyes wander over Ben's body. With Ben sitting down, the denim on his thighs got pulled up, exposing more of his skin. His legs were covered in a surprisingly thin layer of hair. It looked soft.

Ben's scars weren't isolated to his arms. Curling around his knees and shins, was more scar tissue. None of them looked particularly deep. Hux imagined he would have had something similar, if his father hadn't kept him inside all the time. Hux had the remnants of scarring on his elbows, from being shoved on his ass on the playground, back in grade school.

They ate in silence for a while, both looking at the students around them. When Hux finished his meal, he tapped his knuckles against Ben's boot. ”Looks hot.”

Ben looked at Hux, then at his boots. ”They are, sometimes. I work in my dad's garage a lot, so it kinda feels weird not wearing them. I'm clumsy, so it's a matter of safety, mostly.”

”Your garage at home?”

”Yeah. I mean, dad owns the auto shop in town, but he's the owner, y'know? He doesn't actually have to do shit, so he works at home most of the time. He's always restoring cars. And helping me with mine. I have a truck. It's a piece of shit, and my dad refuses to tell me what's wrong with it. Wants me to figure it out on my own.”

”That doesn't sound very nice,” Hux frowned.

Ben made a non committal sound. ”It keeps me busy. I like that. Just wish I was smart enough to figure out what's wrong with it, y'know?”

[realphan]

british foxes au

hear me out, I am selfindulgent

kevin is northern irish okay

neil is welsh!!! he spent a lot of time up in north wales while on the run and he has an awful accent oh my god

dan, matt, allison, nicky and aaron are all from london

renee is from glasgow but went to live in london with stephanie walker

andrew was moved around a lot thanks to foster care but he spend almost all of his childhood in northern england and he also has a god-awful accent

they play exy in london and the ravens play in belfast

but anyway!! twinyards!!

Aaron is affronted by Andrews accent

how can someone look just like him and sound like that

he doesn’t pronounce anything right

andrew thinks aaron’s accent is worse, naturally

pre-uni nicky spends most of his time trying to get the twins to call a truce when they mimic everything the other says

aaron tells andrew daily that he can’t speak English

andrew tells aaron daily that he’s a chav

the one thing more annoying than andrew’s accent? kevin’s accent

just imagine; not only have they got someone screaming at them everyday that they’re not good enough, he screams in an irish accent

sometimes wymack wants to cry at this mess of a team

it gets worse when they recruit neil, oh god

he’s in a little village in west wales called aberporth when he’s recruited but he’s spent time in south and north wales too so his accent

it’s this awful mess of strong, heavy welsh mixed with a hard, common cardiff accent

wymack looks at him for twenty seconds the first time he talks, trying to translate in his head

andrew on drugs,, he doesn’t shut up about neil’s accent

neil.s accent gets stronger when he’s ranting and can you imagine him transitioning into welsh halfway through screaming at riko while watching a ravens game

andrew gets angry whenever neil speaks welsh because why is such an unattractive language so attractive when it comes out of his mouth because he already has english, german and french why does he need a language that 0 people speak

eden’s twilight is a nightclub in essex and instead of being all edgy and gothic it’s a gay bar lbr

aaron puts up with it because the drinks are cheaper and it was the only job that he was offered after leaving school with 0 qualifications and a report about all the fights he got into

aaron went to night school, turns out hes freaking intelligent and now hes in uni to become a doctor (he wont forget all the help from edens though)

neil is mr. unobservant despite being convinced that he is the master of being alert (unreliable narrator who) and doesn’t even realise it’s a gay bar until roland asks him about him and Andrew and he takes a second look around

there are drag queens there every night neil is2g

katelyn is from edinburgh purely because I love Scotland and katelyn is cute

aaron goes weak at her accent oh god

allison’s parents are actually royalty

like prince and princess or something, not the main family but still rich as hell

she’s been trying to escape their standards her whole life

can you imagine andrew and neil in their pro careers oh god

you’ve got this power couple, both sharp as anything, one on offense and one on defense and no one can fucking understand either of them

this is all I have for now but boy… i’ll probably add to this or write some specific scenes, i’m thinking of making ths a series