Requests are open, yes!
Uhh, can I request a Wolfgang x Damon angst fic thx?
heya! i noticed that you didn't put in a exact prompt, so i ended up using my own.
all you need to know is that damon's not getting his man, though!
enjoy :)
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to love and to despise:
pairing: damon maitsu x wolfgang akire
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Damon couldn't help but laugh at how damn naive Wolfgang had to be to welcome just about anyone into his open fucking arms.
How the hell did he get along well with just about everyone in this school?
He saw him speaking to Monteago with ease, over a tea or a coffee, listening to his gossipy ramblings and snarky comments, the occasional "uh-huh" and "mhmm" coming from Wolfgang. Damon noticed that he always went on walks with Wilhelm, always seeing them talk about some obscure historical topic, Wolfgang clearly enjoying the conversation at hand.
Wolfgang Akire was always the center of anyone's attention in any given place, like a shining star.
But Damon asks himself; what does Wolfgang have that he doesn't? Why does he have to be so envious of what he has?
Well, it was probably because he was the polar opposite of Akire, someone who seems to be incapable of affection, capable of only showing pure spite and hatred to his peers.
While Wolfgang would actively engage in conversation, Damon on the other hand would have ran. He'd listen to anyone and anything no matter how nonsensical it was, while Damon would call it pointless to their face.
It was safe to say that he was envious of him for being virtually perfect in the eyes of everyone, brushing him off as some sort of bargain bin.
He hated it. He hated him. He wanted him to fall from his golden pedestal, so that he could satisfy his own ego again, and see himself as the best of the best once more.
And yet, he wanted to be just like him.
Perhaps that was why he despised Wolfgang so much.
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Well, despise wouldn't be the word to describe Akire now.
It wasn’t that he hated him for being someone he wanted to look up to. Maybe it was that he wanted to be like him, to better himself so that he’d achieve his dream of being known, recognized.
Perhaps he wanted to be with him as well.
Damon couldn’t sort out why he felt that way about him. It wasn’t because he was genuinely lovesick. It was more that… he didn’t want to hate him. He couldn’t respect him without snarking at him, so he wanted to indulge in the other extreme on the spectrum.
Love.
It was something he’d pieced together after he began to speak to him more. They were amiable, they shared similar interests, hell, they had mutual respect with each other, perhaps friendship. But there was that woozy feeling that came with it.
Eventually, that woozy feeling turned into what felt like a sticky note in his brain that instructed him to think about Wolfgang every time he could. He wasn’t one of those fools who had a love interest be the only thing on their minds, but it was as if he was approaching that point.
Though, that sticky note filled with feelings of both love and hate could scatter to the wind for all he cared. He knew it would never work out for either of them.
They were friends, but Wolfgang always had that knowing look in his eye every single time they spoke to each other, one that screamed “I know you probably see me as more than a friend, but I don’t feel the same.”
He wanted to at least tell him outright about the melting pot of emotions swirling in his mind, so that he would stop hating him so much. Stop wanting to be like him so that he could be with him.
But, he always kept his mouth shut. And in the end, there was one possible outcome that could come out of simultaneously feeling enamored yet jealous of one person. One he didn’t know that he wanted to feel at this moment.
That feeling could be classified as absolute hatred.
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