Joyless Hare

Ne, autismus nemám. Ano, nechal jsem se testovat.

Hi, I've started this ff a bit ago. It's still a WIP, but I doubt I'll come back to it any time soon, if ever.

I've lost the momentum for it and have moved on to other projects.

Yet, I have spent my time and efforts on it, and feel bad leaving it to root in a WordDoc.

Enjoy these 500 Words of medieval homophobia + fluff <3

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The room had gone quiet around them. Rain dripped softly outside the window.

Matthew's head rested on Fritz’s shoulder. His steady breathing filled his ear. There were some habits that they allowed each other only in private. Their closeness came easily behind closed doors, lingering touches, quiet kisses, reaching for each other without thinking.

Fritz held Matthews' hand loosely in his lap, brushing over his knuckles. Gentle. In a way, neither of them would have thought it possible of him before. 

The door suddenly swung open. Andrew burst inside, «I just got a-»

He stopped immediately, the moment he laid eyes on the two men. Completely forgetting his original reason for bursting in.

«Christ,» Andrew’s expression twisted in disgust. «I knew you two were fucked up.» Then he turned and left just as quickly. Slamming the door behind him.

The slam of the door jolted Matthew awake. He sleepily straightens up, his back cracking. «What happened?»

Fritz turned to him, tightening the grip on his hand. «We’re in deep shit, aye.»

They make their way downstairs, entering the inn. Determined to talk their way out of this. The inn was fully empty, except for Andrew sitting at one of the desks, with the important news themselves next to him.   Henry, his face puzzled and posture stiff.

«I know how this may look,-» Matthew starts, but can’t even finish the first sentence before Andrew interrupts him.

«Sit down,» his tone dismisive, he clearly made up his mind about everything already. «I thought y'all were acting weird,  always a bit too close.» 

«No, you have it completely w-»

«I know what I saw, and I bet that isn’t the most disgusting thing the two of you do, is it?» 

Instinctively, they both look away,  their faces flushing red. A clear tell that Andrew is right.

He has already connected all the dots; there's no way of convincing him of the opposite.

«You two could hang for this. Or worse. » 

They don’t respond; instead, they just sit there like children getting scolded.

 «Do you two idiots understand what happens to men accused of this? » he’s angry, but his tone is lined with fear as well. «I don’t want this bullshit in my inn, I have enough problems of my own.» 

He stands up to leave, still cursing as he goes. «Be glad I’m not cruel enough to report this.»

When he’s gone, they’re left only with Henry sitting across from them. The wheels still turning inside his head. «Is it true what he said? That you…»

Matthew looks at Henry, not nodding, nor denying. But his eyes tell the whole story.

«I.. But why?» He is uncomfortable with the images of his friends as lovers, but mostly confused. «Why do such a risky thing?»

Finally, Matthew speaks again. «It just felt correct.» Fritz stayed silent beside him.

«I don’t want to see you two killed.» He’s worried, Matthew and Fritz weren't always the best of friends to him. But he still can’t bear the thought of losing them.

The rain outside had stopped, though none of them noticed.

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I had a lot of fun writing this, kinda sad that it's finished already :/ 

Originally, it was supposed to be a one-shot; I think I successfully failed. Happy with how it turned out 

The first outline I made when I got the idea is so embarrassing. I’ll still share it, just so we appreciate the end results more xxx. Cause this is a disaster.

Ik, amma go stand in the corner now. Where’s the dunce hat?

Of course, accompanied by one of my amateur sketches. I’d call myself more of a painter, but my oil paints haven’t seen me since Christmas.

I made an illustration for the Fritz/Matthew ff I'm writing.

There is a reason why it doesn't have Alena's pov in it, haha.

Good morning Matthritz enjoyers. All five of you.

Ever since I first played the game, I’ve loved Fritz and Matthew. I’ve been obsessing over their story arcs, making headcanons… for Christ’s sake, I even followed them around the map whenever they moved locations.

So you can probably imagine my shock when I found out how much hate they get. Just open any Reddit thread, people saying they deserve to be hanged. Ouch.

For a while, I genuinely felt alone in liking them… until I stumbled into a concept previously unknown to me: what if they were gay? (thank you, Tumblr and AO3 for opening my eyes)

So here I am, finally adding something to this humble potluck, an AO3 fic. My first one I’ve actually published. The rest will remain buried on my hard drive forever. <3

A Sin to Name It by StarseedSputnik (that’s me lol)

Summary:

«Where’s Matthew?»  

Fritz’s eyes meet his,  «They got him, the fucking bastards killed him,» he screams. He doesn’t mean to, but he can’t stop himself. Tears start streaming down his face; he doesn't remember the last time he cried. He must've been a little boy. «I’ve watched them kill him!»

Silence, there's nothing Henry can say, nor do to make his friend feel better. He watches him fight back the stream of tears, unsuccessfully.

Or

After the Quest “A Rock and a Hard Place,” Fritz believes Matthew is dead. He isn't.