#eldgun

Gun and Eld be looking like a couple after an argument LMAO 😂

Doing the Eldgun!

•Leaves their dirty underwear on the floor: Eld, and Günther gives an exasperated sigh before picking it up himself

•Farts under the sheets: W- why is this even a question? It’s a perfectly natural occurrence, and besides... They’re two grown ass men, so things are bound to get smelly 😏 I imagine Eld does it more often just to piss off Günther, but there have been a few times where Günther retaliated and hit him with a concussion grenade 🤣

•Doesn’t close the door when they go to the bathroom: Eld

•Pees in the shower: ... B- both...

•Forgets to put the cat outside the bedroom when they have sex: Eld honestly gets so excited that he completely forgets that they have a cat... until Rico is staring down at them in all of his fat, fluffy glory

•Walks around the house with no pants on: Eld, and Günther doesn’t know whether he should be impressed or scold his fiancé for being indecent

&&. Ships: Sleep Edition ( ✔✔✔ )

Who is a night owl:eld!Who is a morning person:gunter B)Are they cuddlers:if cuddling was an olympic sport they’d take the gold tbh  Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon:you know i see this alternating but for the most part i picture gunter being the big spoon?? What is their favourite sleeping position:anything that lets them really feel the others presence, like, whenever they’re asleep i just see them migrating towards each other in bed and they’re always somehow curled together in the morning when gunter wakes up ;u;  Who steals all the blankets:WE ALL KNOW ELD HAS THE FACE OF A BLANKET HOGWhat they wear to bed:eld shamelessly pulls on gunter’s shirts, meanwhile gunter pulls on his typical pjs because he’s a little embarrassed when it comes to wearing eld’s??

send me a ship and one of these and i’ll write a mini fic

3. things you said too quietly

they linger long after everyone else has left; gunther because he’s prone to lingering, and eld because he’s prone to shadowing gunther in his various quiet escapades. a sunny shadow, lurking in his larger friend’s shade. 

it’s cold and dark, a vicious slash of pink at the edge of the horizon, and an unseasonable chill descends over the landscape, yet gunther does not hike his cloak around his shoulders or shiver in the wind; he stands, tall and steady as a redwood, watching the sun slip away. eld wonders if he can even feel the ice-sharp air, or if to him everything is bleak and numb, a gray world. 

“c’mon,” he says uneasily. “if you stay out here much longer, you’re going to freeze solid.” 

gunther doesn’t respond, and too late eld remembers his disdaining discomfort with hyperbole. he tries again, pasting a sunny smile on his face. “you’ll miss the show if you don’t hurry up. frick and frack are at it again. i know, i know! i’m shocked. you might think that they don’t like each other at all, considering how they carry on.” 

gunther startles him with a reply, spoken quietly, with a hint of terse discomfort in his voice. “they argue because they can’t do what they wish they could.” 

it’s just like him to cut to the truth of the matter. eld lapses into mutual silence, standing at his comrade’s side, close enough that every now and then, a gust will push him into gunther’s shoulder, regardless of how firmly he plants his feet in the frozen earth. he can’t feel the cold now, either; just the pressure of the wind, an insistent hand at his back. he thinks of home, a bright spot of warmth some impossible distance away, one that would require an eternity of pursuit to reach once again. how could they understand? how could he put into words what he sees as a solider – crushed bodies, rictus grins. children on the pyre. he can hardly allow himself to think of it, let alone put it into words, or return to a place that can no longer bear him.