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The darkness fades to light. Patroclus blinks.

All he sees is light.

“Patroclus.”

Achilles. His name sits on his tongue.

“Are you there?” His voice is warm and comforting, honey laced words sending a

Patroclus stretches his hand out. Only darkness meets him at first.

Something reaches out. Someone.

Achilles.

Illuminated by the golden rays of Apollo, he seems otherworldly.

The space between them closes in an instant.

Patroclus tilts his head up, meeting Achilles’ gaze. “I’m right here.” It’s whisper soft, but here in the quiet stillness, it seems to echo all around.

The only thing louder is the sound of his heart pounding in his chest. Achilles smiles and it only makes his heart beat faster.

He leans in, presses his lips against Achilles’. His lips taste of almond and honey.

Achilles threads his fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. A sigh slips past his lips.

They are one again. Two halves of the same soul pieced back together, though not quite a perfect fit.

War has shaped them, molded them into different people than they were.

Achilles, battle hardened and weary from years of fighting.

But there’s still the same softness, still the same delicacy to his features. Most alluring though was the softness in his eyes, golden flecks shining like constellations.

And he, too, is battle hardened, though not as much as Achilles. The scar on his wrist aches, a reminder of everything. Perhaps the worst reminder, are the memories.

Ghosts that never leave.

For now, none of that matters. Now is for the lost moments, for everything that War stole away.

Reluctantly, Patroclus pulls away. He meets Achilles’ gaze, eyes bright and irresistible. “Let’s go home,” he whispers.

so i binge watched vox machina in 2 days and here we are.

Keyleth sits outside, stares at the sky. It’s dark out; the sky an inky black, the only light coming from the stars.

She’s been sitting out here for hours, turning the words over and over in her mind, trying to make sense of them. I meant what I said yesterday.

I love you. That’s what he means.

Keyleth lets out a shaky breath, hugging her knees to her chest. It’s not as though she hasn’t noticed. Things have been different in a way she can’t explain.

Not that she’s ever been good at this sort of thing. Feelings have never really been her strong suit. Healing, fixing things, has always been the language of her soul. I don’t know how to fix this. How can I fix this when I don't even know it happened?

That doesn’t stop the look on Vax’s face when she said no from flashing in her mind. Keyleth groans, rests her face in her hands. “I'm a fool.” She stands, starts back towards the house.

Even though it's late out, the streets are full of people. Full of life.

Slipping inside, she starts down the hall, keeping her footsteps light. It doesn’t take long for her to reach Vax’s room. Keyleth hesitates before knocking.

The sound seems to echo in the quiet. Too loud. Too much.

Finally the door opens. Vax leans against the frame, sleep written all over his expression, hair sticking out in every which direction.

“I’m sorry.”

The words come out before she can stop them.

He doesn’t say anything. The silence is uncomfortable and awkward. “Come in, I guess.”

Keyleth nods, slipping inside. She tries to ignore the way his voice makes a jolt run through her. “I guess you know why I’m here.” More silence. Instead, he crosses the room in a few quick steps, curling up in the alcove. Keyleth follows silently, not bothering to try and catch up to him.

She doesn’t move to sit down next to him. Instead, she lets her gaze wander towards the stars that dot the sky, seeming to stretch endlessly as far as she can see.

“I didn’t think it was to stargaze.” Keyleth laughs, elbows him teasingly. She hesitates before sitting across from him, leaving a few inches of space between them.

Neither of them says anything. Keyleth drums her fingers against the wood. It’s rough beneath her fingers, grooves worn by time. “I wasn't expecting you to say that. No one’s ever said that to me before.”

Once again, the word seems to spill out seemingly of their own accord.

Vax chuckles, “I didn’t mean to scare you with that.”

“You didn’t scare me.” Keyleth’s words come out quiet, barely audible. “It just surprised me.”

Silence falls over them once again, a comforting blanket of familiarity. “I feel the same way.” Her words come out as a whisper, so soft the smallest gust of wind could carry them away.

“I just, I’m not good at this sort of thing.” Sighing, Keyleth shifts her gaze back towards the window. The inky black draws her in, seemingly making everything disappear.

“I’ll wait. I care about you, you know.” Keyleth meets his gaze as he says this. Her lips curve upwards slightly, smile growing wider.

She’s acutely aware of him leaning in, the space between them shrinking rapidly. They’re close enough now that barely a few inches separate them. “I know. I care about you too, Vax.”

I did not expect to write this but y'know what, we're just gonna vibe with it. And this will probably get expanded on unnecessarily .

Yes, I wrote and expanded this crack fic. No, I'm not sorry 😂😂😂.

for @lyselkatz 💜💜💜

Carl never expected this to happen. Though there was a lot Carl never expected to happen that often did happen. For one, sugar being rationed. What did it take to get some extra sugar around here?

He missed before all of this happened. He didn’t understand why sugar of all things was rationed. They weren’t going to war over sugar. But that didn’t stop Carl from finding other ways Normandy was loud. And scary. He didn't want to be there. One minute, he was crawling along the beaches of Normandy. And the next, he found himself back in 1942 in Toccoa.

Not again. This had been happening a lot lately. Carl thought it was a dream. Or maybe a nightmare. But no, it wasn't a nightmare. It was just another typical day in his life. Now, he was back at Toccoa.

And it was sweltering. No surprise there.

He didn't like Georgia all that much. It was too hot and there weren’t a lot of places to swim when they weren’t training. Most of the time, he spent his days under Sobel’s bed, trying to keep out of the way. He didn't see anyone around. Then he heard it.

Footsteps pounding against the ground like a herd. Carl knew this couldn't be good. He turned and saw Easy coming right towards him.

Carl moved as fast as he could to get out of the way. He didn’t want to get stepped on. So he hurried as best he could. But the footsteps were getting louder.

Carl was sure this wasn’t going to end well. But then he wasn’t on the ground, he was in the air. Skip had picked him up and put him in his pocket. Carl was glad he was in Skip’s pocket.

There was always stuff to keep him busy. And by busy, he meant there was plenty of stuff to hide in his shell. But Skip didn’t need to know that.

Good luck to anyone doing Camp!! 💜💜💜

So, I didn't realize Wednesday passed already?? Anyways, here is one of my wips a few days late. 

“I lost my brother a few years ago.”

“I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.” Daniel says, turning to face her.

“Don’t. I don’t want any pity, Daniel. I’m telling you this because I know what it’s like to lose someone you love. The pain doesn’t go away, but it gets more bearable as time passes. What I'm trying to say is you’re not alone, Daniel. I’m right here if you ever want to talk.” 

The ghost of a smile appears on his face and he brushes a stray curl out of her face. A blush works its way up Peggy's cheeks and he chuckles, nudging her playfully. "Thanks, Peg. I needed that." 

"I mean it. Every word. I'm not going anywhere, Daniel." He nods, feeling himself calm down a little as Peggy wraps her arms around him. "We could go somewhere, though." She whispers. 

Daniel raises an eyebrow at this and chuckles. "Oh?" He asks, smirking. 

"Not like that. I meant to get a coffee or something." Peggy laughs, shaking her head.

A little drabble I wrote during my re-read of Lovely War. If you haven't read Lovely War by Julie Berry, do it. It's amazing. Side note: this isn't my OC Hazel.

Hazel wakes up, her nerves already high. Today James leaves for the front. She doesn’t want him to go. It’s a selfish thought and she knows it. How can she watch as he marches toward what could very well lead to his death? No. She can’t think like that. James will make it back. He has to. 

Hazel gets dressed in a daze, barely noticing the world around her. She starts down the street towards the train station, pulling her coat tight around her to block out the cold. Has it only been a week since they met? It seems impossible. So much has happened in such a short time. 

Hazel slips into the station a few moments later, a reprieve from the damp cold. It doesn’t take her long to spot James. The sight of him standing there in his uniform clutching his bags suddenly hits her. This it. He’s going off to war. 

“Hi,” James says, lacing his fingers through hers. “I didn’t think you were going to come.” Hazel squeezes his hand lightly, trying to memorize how her hand feels in his. Who knows how long he'll be gone. If he’ll make it back. 

Hazel forces a smile on her face, hoping James can't see past her façade. “Of course I came.” I love you. Please don't go. How badly she wants to say those words. She can't, though. It's not fair to him. Tears well in her eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. “I'll miss you,” she finally says.

“I'll be back soon. Promise me one thing, though?” James says, a small smile tugging at his lips. Oh, that smile. What she would do to see that smile every day. “Keep my heart safe while I'm gone,” he says, moving her hand over his heart.

The tears Hazel’s been fighting back finally spill over, blurring her vision. Her hands cradle his cheeks, pulling him close, as she kisses him softly. She shouldn’t be doing this. Falling in love with the soldier boy going off to war. “Always,” she whispers, resting her head against his shoulder as he hugs her tight.