#wytthias brotp

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I’d love the wylan/Matthias one shot pls? I just read ur first part and want more.

🥹��️❤️ I’m so glad you enjoyed the first section! Here’s a little bit from earlier in the scene.

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t think to wait and knock. With a bowl of steaming stew and bread in one hand, Matthias used the other to find the door unlocked, and simply let himself in.

“Wy—“ he felt rather stupid once he heard the sniffling cries, and saw his friend jump, “—lan? Are you alright?”

After the day he’s had? A voice in his head chided him— it sounded like Nina. I’d say we’re well past asking if he’s alright. Blinking placidly at the room, Matthias felt like a bull trampling a field of wildflowers— unwieldy and far too large for the delicate machinations needed.

Wylan was sat on the bed, swamped in what was likely Jesper’s hasty attempts at care before Brekker swept him away. The pillows were propped behind his back, against the headboard. There was a scarf wrapped up in his hands as if he’d been pressing it to his face. He had not one, but two thick woolly jumpers pulled over his head, making his arms and torso look soft and padded in a way Wylan had probably never managed to actually obtain in his life. It made him look like he was part of the blankets.

It would be terribly endearing, if it wasn’t for the splotchy red flush across his cheeks and the way he ducked his head immediately from Matthias’s eyes.

“‘M fine.” He swiped roughly at his face, and Matthias had never believed anybody less.

He knew, though, if he wanted Wylan to look him in the eye anytime soon, he’d have to take fine for an answer. At least, for now.

“I brought you something to eat…” he changed the subject, hastily closing the door behind him and rounding the bed. He sat at the edge, near to his friend’s absolutely indistinguishable knees. “Nina said to eat it slowly.”

The merchling fixed him with a baleful look. “I don’t need instructions on how to eat.” Matthias wasn’t cowed in the slightest. Wylan’s dark eyelashes were clumped with tears, his eyes glassy. He was pale as a Fjerdan winter, the only colour in his skin being from the drying tracks on his cheeks.

He wasn’t exactly intimidating. “Her precise words were if he skipped lunch again, make sure he doesn’t make himself ill— his body’s been through enough today. But, if you’d like to piss off the woman who held your heart in her hands today, I can only advise against it.”

Regardless, Matthias set the bowl in his lap, and Wylan hummed when he wrapped his hands around it. The spoon shook slightly— he was still shivering. He managed a couple slow bites, swirling the bread into the broth as he chewed.

“I, I’m sorry— Thank you, Matthias.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiled.

Wylan took another slow bite. “Has Mr. Fahey, um, has he eaten?”

“Yes, I brought it to him a moment ago.”

“How did…” he cleared his throat, “was he okay? When you saw him?”

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the wytthias friendship oneshot is live!

“Wy—“ he felt rather stupid once he heard the sniffling cries, and saw his friend jump, “—lan? Are you alright?”

After the day he’s had? A voice in his head chided him— it sounded like Nina. I’d say we’re well past asking if he’s alright. Blinking placidly at the room, Matthias had never felt so much like a bull trampling a field of wildflowers— far too large and unwieldy for the delicate machinations needed.

Wylan was sat on the bed, swamped in what was likely Jesper’s hasty attempts at care before Brekker swept him away. The pillows were propped behind his back, against the headboard. There was a scarf wrapped up in his hands as if he’d been pressing it to his face. He had not one, but two thick woolly jumpers pulled over his head, making his arms and torso look soft and padded in a way Wylan had probably never managed to actually obtain in his life. It made him look like he was part of the blankets.

It would be terribly endearing, if it wasn’t for the splotchy red flush across his cheeks and the way he ducked his head immediately from Matthias’s eyes.

“‘M fine.” He swiped roughly at his face, and Matthias had never believed anybody less.

He knew, though, if he wanted Wylan to look him in the eye anytime soon, he’d have to take fine for an answer. At least, for now.