#your honor they are so painfully deeply agonizingly in love

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Yknow I’ve thought a lot about how Alex and fenn figured out they were in love.

I like to think for Alex it was no big epiphany, it was gradual.

Butterflies when they first met, a sort of camaraderie after unhallowed grave from which fenn had to walk him home, he was very concussed. To that awkward wagon ride and tomb escape.

Small moments like them finally getting comfortable around each-other to stop being total awkward messes. A brush of the hand while they were in the library together, his laugh. At some point I think Alex was just consumed by the feeling of how happy he was to be around him, it kinda snuck up on him just how deeply he loved and cared for him.

I think what he said after markarth was just that final nail. Alex dissociated pretty hardcore after everything that happened, that conversation with fenn was one of the only things keeping him anchored for a while. He is completely and utterly agonizingly in love with fenn.

There’s a reason Alex described love as feeling like something trying to claw its way out of your chest, it’s suffocating and all consuming. He feels it marrow deep, and it terrifies him how deeply he feels at times.

For fenn I think while gradual and mostly attributed to their blossoming friendship I have one moment that sticks out for me.

Fenn is with him and gwendis when investigating both castle thorn and stonegarden. It’s late, Alex is exhausted from fighting lady thorn.

All 3 of them are in a cart bound for solitude. Alex without meaning to falls asleep agains fenn’s shoulder. It’s not much but it’s such a tender moment in this sea of chaos.

I think that’s fenn’s “oh” moment.

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10. for both of the risky ask lists 🙃✨✨

10. if you draw or write, show some of your really old work 

Old art from 2012 - 

Old Writing of mine - 

Story - Protecting The Broken - From Wattpad. 

Pain. Confusion. Hatred. Sadness.

That’s the only feelings Aleph felt as he ran through the Forrest he once used to feel so safe in. His legs were screaming for him to stop, with every step he took, agonizing pain shot up in his body, but he couldn’t stop.

Not ever.

He didn’t want to give those monsters the pleasure of ripping him to pieces.

He gathered some of his last energy and pumped his long legs to take longer and faster strides.

His silvery white hair whipped him in the face each time he looked over his shoulder.

His breath came out as desperate gasps as he heard the menacing snarls, growls and howls.

He was getting weaker, but he had to run.

Run until he drops.

Aleph’s two colored eyes widened as he saw the borderline to territory of the Crimson pack, the most vicious and ancient pack in history. Aleph ignored the rumors, stories and folklores about the Crimsons that was swirling in the back of his mind, because at that moment, after years of hopelessness, he felt the, almost foreign feeling, of hope.

He didn’t care if the Crimson packs two twin Alphas, Alexandre and Alecsius, killed him in their territory, as long as he died as far away from his former traitorous pack.

Then all the tiny bit of hope he felt a few seconds ago disappeared as he screamed, he felt a gruesome pain shoot up from the back of his thigh.

He tumbled down to the moist ground.

He looked back at the male he ones called his best friend, James Grey, the future alpha of the Pinewood pack, the one who turned his back on him because of his slutty mate, Daisy Wrightess, who thought it would be so delightful to ruin the already broken boy’s life.

She was the Monster that would certainly bring the pack down once she takes the position as the Luna.

Aleph despised her so much that it made his blood boil almost painfully.

He gritted his teeth as the big male wolf put more pressure on his thigh, Crimson red liquid flooded down Aleph’s thigh as he tried desperately not to cry out in pain or show weakness.

He couldn’t bring himself to show of as weak because of his pride and determination.

Aleph silently sighed and laid his head down on the ground as he saw the world become blurry. ‘This is it, huh…? Maybe I deserve this… ’ he thought to himself as he let a lone tear roll down one of his cheeks.

All of a sudden his former Alpha became totally rigid and clumsily let go of his thigh.

Aleph looked behind him at the muddy brown wolf with boring brown eyes, the Alpha was looking toward the Crimson pack’s territory.

A low growl erupted from the Alpha’s chest as he flattened his ears and showed his teeth in a snarl.

Aleph looked toward the direction his former looked, he gasped silently as a group of big, no, huge wolves emerged from the cover of the ancient Forrest on their territory.

They were all breath taking and majestic. Their fur colors varied from red, orange, brown, grey, dark grey and dark brown.

They all had the aura of dominance, they clearly demanded respect and submission.

All of them was growling lowly at the other pack, they all came closer and closer to the border in a defensive movement.

Aleph snapped out of his dazed state after he had analyzed the foreign wolves.

He whipped his head back to look at the person he once loved as a brother and saw that the big Alpha wolf was too distracted by the other pack to even notice Aleph’s presence any more.

Aleph took this distraction to his advantage.

He painfully and silently dragged his body over to the borderline, he felt a ghost of a smile appear on his lips.

He slowly entered the other pack’s territory as the two packs were growling, snarling and barking at each other, the pack members from the Crimson pack had all raised their hackles in a territorial and defensive way.

Aleph could clearly see the love they had for their territory as he crawled deeper into their territory in an agonizingly slow and painful pace. Blood seeped out of his wound at an alerting amount of speed.

Eventually he stopped and tried to get up slowly in order to not hurt himself even more. He looked over his shoulder and admired the Crimson pack wolves for some seconds before he got up on his trembling feet. He hissed and whimpered quietly as his left leg pulsates with agonizing pain.

He sighed and held back a sob as he looked up at the untouched ancient Forrest, then he gathered all his last bit of strength and took slow bloodied footsteps into the Forrest.

'At least I’ll die away from THEM…’ He thought as he dropped to his knees, he had been walking for hours, but he could still hear the faint snarling and growls from the wolves he left behind.

He listened to his surroundings and sniffed the air for anything with a mind of its own.

When he found none he finally released the heartbroken sob he had stored inside him since the day his old best friend beated him almost to death. He released the long hidden tears. His body shook as his body let out a bunch of heartbroken and weak whimpers and sobs.

Eventually his body gave out. He fell to the ground as he looked out into the darkness. His blue and Crimson red eyes were red and sore due to all the painful tears he finally let out. After 6 years of holding everything inside, he felt relief and peace after letting it all out after all those torturing years.

He sighed tiredly through his mouth as he weakly shut his eyes, thinking that it would be his last peaceful sleep before the Crimson pack found him and finished him off.

Second Old Story - Sinful Storms (Male x Male x Male Viking gay story!) - From Wattpad 

Waves slammed into the wooden docks as seagulls screamed their lungs out up in the cloudy sky, most likely trying to find some scraps of fish to gobble up.

Men, women and children walked in all directions, going about their daily routine in this normal little beach village. It wasn’t a grand village, just small enough to manage.

Small houses were being built every day as it gradually became a little bigger, not that it mattered tho. Although, everyone knew that if this village became too big, a raid would soon be at their docks.

I felt a deep frown settle on my face as I put a piece of iron into the fire. Some stray dark red hair fell gently into my face as I stirred the fire, my blue eyes staring into the dancing flames, calculating when to pull out the iron and hammer it into shape.

I wasn’t a big fan of raids. It only brought death and despair. Most of the women and the children of age would get raped, men would be slaughtered like pigs, because not many men in this village could fight with a sword and shield, or fight at all.

Our Earl, Earl Steinar Olson, wasn’t the most honorable man. He was a chubby man with a thirst for gold, but too fearful to even set his fat feet on a ship.

I chuckled quietly as I hammered the iron, trying to shape it into a horse shoe. I was just a normal blacksmith named Thron Ulfson, son of Ulf Thorson. I obviously got my name from my great grandfather; Thron Thordson. Thor was a normal name to have in our family, we were said to be descendants of the great Thor, God of Thunder, Son of Odin and Brother of Loku, not that I believed it one bit.

I was a man of reason, I didn’t believe in having any God blood in me. Of course I believe in the Gods, heck, I even believe Vallhall itself!

Not satisfied with the shape, I cursed, and put it into the flames again. I needed to make an axe for cutting wood later today. Winter was coming soon, even if it was mid summer, we still needed to be prepared.

Winters here in the North can be horrible and cold. The lakes freezes up, so running water is rare to find.Snow usually falls early, which freezes up all the green vegetables we must harvest in the late autumn. Hunting in the cold is torture, you can easily loose a limb to the cold.

It’s all just harsh, but we manage, we’re Vikings after all, or so they call us that.

I don’t consider myself a Viking, I’m just a blacksmith with no wife or children, as a young man in his early 20th summer, it’s looked on as unholy to have no wife at this age. I know there are women in this village that wouldn’t need to be asked twice to marry me, but I’m not interested, no one catches my eye. I’d rather have a woman that catches my eyes, than a boring woman I can’t stand.

I’m content with being on my own, with no wife. I can handle myself fine.Unlike some men here; I can use an axe and shield, even a sword, all thanks to my father for teaching me, but I will only use it for self defense. I don’t see the honor of ripping the life from an innocent person, or getting myself killed for the sake of a nice woman to sleep with, or rape as some men do.

I scowl deeply at the thought of raping an innocent woman or child. I would never do such an unworthy thing, such a violent and dirty thing. I shiver in disgust. A woman, and children alike, should be cared for with love and respect in my opinion. They are our foundation and future after all.

I finally pull out the piece of iron, getting back to hammering it into the right shape. The local horse needed new shoes for the harvest.

I finished it and made 3 more after a few hours. I looked toward the sun, still a few more hours until the sun settles. I went to pick up another piece of metal and a piece of wood, looking down at the piece of wood I considered going to the local Wood cutter to shape it into a perfect handle.

Picking up the piece of wood, I walked in the direction of the building that the local Wood cutter resided. I looked around at all the worn houses and hummed quietly.

The houses were all made out of wood, carved to fit the owner of the house’s style. Some houses were small, some big and others were in between. Some of the roofs had small flat stones on them and others had wooden planks, some even had grass growing on them.

Looking down on the ground, I hummed more. The usual walking paths were normal dirt, although some had gravel, but all of them were covered with animal crap.

I wrinkled up my nose at some of the awful scents from the village wafted over me.

After a few more houses, I arrived at my destination, I quickly made a deal with the man and walked back to my working place.

My working place was both a shop, an anvil and my home. I lived on the second floor, although it wasn’t much space up there, it was livable, with a bed, a tiny kitchen and a small resting place with a chair and a few books. The toilet was an outhouse in the back.

I whistled quietly to myself as I got back to work.

“A normal day as usual” I hummed to myself as I got work done until the sun set.

Once it settled completely, I put down my tools, put out the fire and closed the anvil and shop. Looking around I nodded to myself approvingly and walked up the stair.

I grimaced in distaste as I realized just how sticky and sweaty I really was. 'Maybe I’ll take a bath in the lake tomorrow morning’ I mused to myself mentally as I took off my clothes, not bothering to hang them somewhere or fold them. 'I’m gonna wear them tomorrow anyway’ I thought as I crawled into my bed with nothing on. Summers in the North were very hot compared to the winters.

I hummed in satisfaction as I slumped into the bed, not bothering to cover myself with a comforter. 'I won’t get that much sleep anyway…’ I thought through the fog of drowsiness, before sleep overcame me completely.

10. whats something thats made you laugh recently?

Hmm. I think I laughed at something Jacksepticeye did while playing Detroit:Become Human. And of course I laughed at Markiplier’s lovely interactions with his mother in his “How well do I know my mom” video. 

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