#ottorg

^ means it’s a sequel / related to the fic above it

* refers to my favorites

otto & georg

* silver night

summary:  “If you’re gonna make fun of me, go do it away from my piano,” Georg said mildly.

“I’m busy.”

“Busy not writing your song?”“No. Busy writing it. If I can figure out how to write the stars in.”

* thank you

summary: Otto, the one still thing on this earth. Otto, the one person who’s ever thought Georg was enough. Otto, the one aspect of Georg’s life that was perfect without being flawless and beautiful without being imagined.

^ sweetest downfall

summary: They sat, as they always did the first night Otto returned, out on the square foot of concrete they called a balcony, drinking beers and talking about whatever they pleased. The sky finally rid itself of the plague of clouds that covered it all winter. They could finally see the stars.

* discreetly band-aid where i’m bleeding

summary: When he can’t stand hearing the circular argument for another second, he shuffles through a drawer for headphones and, after a long stare to solidify the worth of his next move, grabs his phone. As if it waited for this move, it buzzes immediately and is sent tumbling onto the floor. It lands screen up, bright in the dark room with a fresh text.

Otto Lammermeier: You up for a drive?

* to shore

summary: For a blissful minute, the two stayed like that, each holding the other at his side in a state of numb and gentle contentedness. It was beautiful in its own fractured, quiet way— just Georg, Otto, the sky, and the waves.

Nothing missing as they drifted in to shore.

*^ where the winds sigh

summary: Georg relaxes against himー this must be it. The way everything is nothing compared to this. This must be how the wind sighs.

the one i was searching for

summary: Otto had spent a good portion of his life on the sea. He had heard stories of merfolk, but he had never seen one in person. That was, of course, until one fateful night, when the ocean was fairly calm..

* floating in a blue lagoon

summary: But now, as the currents of the water swayed their boat, Otto wasn’t imagining a bashful little press of their lips. He was imagining holding Georg’s face as he kissed him; being able to close his eyes and focus on nothing else.

Another form of communication, he supposed.

think of me when you look to the sea

summary: Summer meant the two of them. They decided that early on, and it never faltered. Even when they left that old town and held hands in whatever season they pleased, something about the hot, humid air and the sun lingering so late into the evening felt like home to them. Otto somehow held him closer, kissed him more; let down his guard over the summer. Time passed slowly, but summer never dragged. Things felt full-circle.

hanschen & ernst

^ i’m coming to take him home

summary: His voice was quiet and hoarse from disuse as he spoke, “We should do something.”

“Like what?” Ernst asked, already preparing for Hanschen to suggest each other, which he would absolutely deny with the hot temperatures not wanting him to do anything that would raise his body temperature at all. He was shocked to hear Hanschen suggesting a walk of all things. “You’re crazy,” was his retort to the insane suggestion.

The smirk could be heard in Hanschen’s voice as he asked, “Do you have any better ideas?”

hanschen & max

all that i wanted was you

summary: His name was Max. Hanschen knew he shouldn't-couldn't-love him, but he was absolutely infatuated with him.

And everything just went downhill from there.

Or, how Hanschen and Max fell in love, and how they fell apart.

^ give it all back for a chance to start over

summary: They were both the loves of his life. They were both perfect in every way imaginable. They were both kind, smart, and adorable. One got ripped away from him, and he wouldn’t let that happen a second time.