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can you make a fic about ethan landry taking care of his boyfriend (male reader) the whole week cause his boyfriend goes into depressions every month and he try’s to cheer him up

ethan landry x male reader

ethan can’t figure out why you’re sad. he makes it his goal to get to the bottom of it.

ethan couldn’t figure you out.

within his small group of friends he knew, even before the relationship began, you two had a spark. a type of electricity that could never fizzle out no matter what became the two of you. the spark grew even larger when he had finally decided to man up and ask you out on a date, which you agreed to, and in the end, it became the best night of your life.

you could be the most energetic person in the room, capable of lighting up any area you marched into. you had a type of confidence that ethan could only envy.

about a month after the knot gets tied, he does start noticing a difference though. you don’t text as often nor as quickly as before, and when you do, the lack of emojis is prevalent. ethan, of course freaks out, and finds himself in quinn’s bedroom, pillow in his lap as quinn tries to calm down his nerves.

“i’m telling you, it’s totally normal. the honeymoon stage is over and reality is settling in for the two of you. you’ll adjust.”

‘adjust’. ethan isn’t sure he can adjust to you not being your typical bubbly self. he missed the smiles, the warm ‘hello’s’, the comfortable feeling he’d get from being with you. it hurts.

“b-but like… how do you like… know? what if he just doesn’t want me anymore and is letting me off excessively easy?”

“guys don’t do that, especially ones like [your name]. he’s probably just busy doing him and you should just focus on your college things or whatever you do in your free time. he’ll be back to normal in no time.”

ethan chews his bottom lip. he wants to believe her. he convinces himself to.

three days pass. three agonizing days. ethan took quinn’s advice and took time to focus on school- to set his mind right and to also increase his grades to where he was comfortable. he’s proud of himself for it, but still feels a little guilty. every moment he spent studying he could’ve been with you, though your relationship has hit a rough patch.

he still sends occasional messages, albeit after seventy rough drafts of trying to articulate what he wants means. words were never his strong suit. ethan prepares another message at 8:37, hovering over the blue send button as he rereads his words over and over again. he stretches his thumb out, inhaling sharply.

it isn’t enough to just send a text, ethan thinks to himself. he wants to do more, to say more, instead of just sitting on his ass while trying to put his thoughts into a text box. he deletes his paragraph of love declaration and sighs. he needs to do something. he wants to do something.

ethan isn’t much of a thinker, but he thanks whatever god turned the cogs in his head. he slides his phone in his pockets and gets to his feet: he has some work to do.

it’s raining outside, and the dark october weather hit new york as hard as it possibly could. you laid in bed in your apartment as the tv played background noise. you had your own headphones in, but you hadn’t paid much attention to the music that played. you hadn’t seemed to care much about anything in fact, half eaten chip bags either on or beside your bed. you scrolled on your phone, notifications displayed but not opened, too discouraged to open them.

you wanted to escape, to just find some place to hide and rest and take a break from everything. you were tired, exhausted even. you wanted things to change, and just felt overall ashamed with yourself. it was so easy to just crawl into bed and just hide in there, send a couple messages out to satisfy people’s ‘worries’ and just stake out in your bed sheets.

rain pattered against the window and a sigh escaped from you. your phone was close to dying and you just couldn’t even bear to look at your phone anymore. it took too much time and you could only try and find solace in it for so long. plugging it up and sliding it on the nightstand, you actually take note of the chaos unfolded around you: empty bottles of soda yet to be taken out, glasses of drinks from the fridge lying all over the night stand, and bowls of random assorted foods intermittent across your room.

“i’ll deal with it later,” you chanted to yourself, cutting the tv off and crawling right under your covers, eyes shutting closed.

it wasn’t long before you felt some banging at your apartment door. you tried to shrug it off, hoping it was just someone not important and you could contact later. your eyes closed again and right before you could get comfortable…

BANG! BANG! BANG!

these ones felt urgent, like explosions right on your door. you sat up, crawling from off the bed and stepping onto the floor, unknowingly stepping on yet another bag of chips, crushing the bag and causing some to land on your feet. you wiped your feet with your hand and trudged to the front door, stretching as you went.

you expected maybe someone here with a police report with how dire the pounds sounded on the door. Pulling it open, you hadn’t expected a very wet, and very exhausted ethan landry on your doorstep, covered head to toe in rainwater with a flimsy coat on.

ethan looked at you, and at first he was hard to read exactly. his face had a look of concern, but went into one of pity- of care. you don’t know what pushed you to do what you did, but you found your arms wet around the man that you had neglected for so long. you had gotten so caught up with yourself that the man you loved had probably been extremely worried, and the guilt you caused made him never want to feel like that again.

ethan accepted the hug, getting you wet and just standing there for a moment.

it isn’t long before ethan helps you mollify the disaster your room had become. you two developed a silent routine that helped alleviate the pressure of doing it all by yourself. within about 15 minutes, your room was spotless and you two had retreated onto the couch, thick tension between the two of you.

ethan wasn’t sure exactly how he felt in the moment. this was obviously a moment for you where you weren’t in the best state of mind, and whatever he said may only worsen how you felt, but he lets it fly anyway.

“i was… i was just worried about you. a lot in fact. i don’t do good with just.. being separated from the people i care about for so long. i kept thinking to myself ‘does he hate me, did i do something wrong, are we not seeing each other anymore?’ and it scared me… like to death.”

ethan had spoke to you, but had been too nervous to actually keep eye contact, just twiddling with his fingers as he spoke. you couldn’t look at him either, guilt crawling up your throat and infiltrating your eyes until a tear just eventually flies free from your eyes.

“i don’t know when… but every now and again i just feel… stuck. like i don’t know what i can do to continue going on just like… existing. sometimes i just feel like i take up space, and wh-when i do feel like that, i just like to stay alone. i know it isn’t a… healthy thing that normal people do but- i guess what i’m trying to say is i didn’t mean for you to feel like that. i just wanted space- and the space i created ended up hurting you. i had- i never meant for that to happen ethan.”

you choked on your sobs, trying to get out how you felt and form it into a way for him to understand. ethan crawled over closer to you, arms reaching around to embrace you, tears staining his shoulder as you wept into him.

“it’s okay, [your name]. i… get it. i get that way too sometimes.”

it gets quiet for a moment, but eventually you stop crying and pull your head off ethan’s shoulder and he looks you in the eye. he plays around with your fingers, a smile on your face.

“what’s so funny?” you question, his smile growing even larger.

“i brought some snacks and stuff to cheer you up, and maybe we can watch some movies if you’re up for it. i brought your favorite sugar cookies, even though those are kinda expensive.” he reaches into some bag you hadn’t even noticed and handed them over, which caused you to smile even harder about.

“i love you so much ethan.” you declare as he hands you the cookies.

“i love you even more.” ethan mutters. the rain outside has calmed, and so has the tension between the two star-crossed lovers, sitting on the couch and laughing over which movie choices sound best for the night.

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Missing You At Christmas

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BATMAN X JOKER HUMAN AU

(I don’t own the artwork I just got it off Pinterest)

Chapter 1: Who Met Who First

I was in a room laughing as I notice the blood everywhere. I see my mama when I walk forward. She looked over with this sickeningly sweet expression on her face. I felt bliss in knowing I was installing that fear. Soon after I feel the laughter, it was abrupt and angered with insanity. When I look at mother, an item in her hand throws itself at me.

I wake up, opening my eyes with quick breaths and sweat pooling on my everything. It takes a minute before my eyes stop fearfully glancing everywhere before meeting my poster of "The Riddler" a talk show host. When My breathing was stable after laying there reminding myself it wasn't real. Who was it that... No I can't think like that anymore otherwise.

"Joe! It's time to wake up, sweetie," Mother yells upstairs, she must be busy with laundry.

My name is Joe Chill. I prefer my nick name at school "Joker" and I earned it. I get called that for several reasons. My mom calls me that cause of my jokes and silly tricks that make her happy. Not to mention the tricks I've played on my peers at school.

"Joker? Joe? Ah, there you are, how did you sleep?" she spoke in a calm voice smiling when sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Fine. I guess."

I looked down still tired.

"Awww, I know Joker but, it's your first day of high school! Oh my goodness, my little man is growing up and going to school-" she smothered me in motherly words and affection.

"Okay, mom you can let go now! Haha," I spoke while chuckling.

"I'm looking forward to some good things this year," I said with mischievous glee.

Any person that knew me would know that smirk I did wasn't just for laughs.

"Oh no you don't mister! No pranks this year not even if someone bothers you, even if they may or may not deserve it, " she said with a stern tone of voice saying the last part under her breath while walking back downstairs.

"But mom!" I loudly complained following right behind, "My whole class is probably waiting for my pranks. It's traditional!"

she gave a stern look to my dramatic argument.

"No buts. Say 'yes mom' and I'll send you on your way," she spoke standing there facing me.

"Yes mom," I said jokingly in a robot tone.

"Good. Oh, that reminds me, your sister Harleen is going to be at your school, too. A grade higher than you. Also go get dressed my Son-a-tron two thousand," She had spoken so nonchalantly I didn't react till it registered.

I was shocked at this statement. My sister Harley is for lack of better words a psycho she can be rough and violent, when needed but, she present herself as put together and is smarter than she'd admit. She's embarrassed me a lot of times at school, too. I love her to death but she can be annoying at times. One time I was getting bullied and nearly got into a fight she stepped in and got in the guys face. I mean yeah she tried to help but still I could handle myself.

"Please tell me she's not-" I said not even finishing my sentence.

"Yup she's moving back here forever her dad finally took the time and decided it was best if she was with me," she squealed in joy like she hasn't seen Harley in ages... It's only been a year.

Someone knocked at the door and mom rushed to answer it. Harley jumped straight in through the door with a front hand walk over then a cartwheel. She landed in front of me with a "ta-da" she said. She hugged me tightly till I gasped for air she then let me go.

"How's my little puddin doing?" She was practically beaming with excitement.

I shrugged with a chuckle. She hasn't called me that since we were kids. I was really confused by a mark on her upper arm. Like burn marks I frowned a little.

"uh-uh-uh turn that frown upside down I'm not gonna bother you all school semester unless someone gives you trouble," she winked and walked back to the door laughing while grabbing her things.

I'm sure I wasn't imagining those marks. I'll ask when she settles in more. I became intrigued when I heard a noise outside all of a sudden.

"What the?" I whispered to myself of course.

I walked to the door passing mom and Harley in a quizzical conversation. Peeking out the open doorframe I spot the old Cobblepot residence being looked at by a family bringing in luggages inside. Oh, they're moving in.

Just like that there they were... new neighbors. Why at a time like this? It seemed odd. I saw a thin women with good physic and she looks healthy, pretty, house wife I believe by her attire. A man with a muscular physic that most men had, sturdy, business man attitude. Then there was a little boy looking around my age he looks more buff than me. I studied him his facial features he had dark eyes, he had the perfect Chin, his smile had pearly whites just like mine. He had most beautiful black hair unlike me with messy green hair, he also had a tan going on I was a tad bit pale.

I was staring for too long analyzing him and his family I didn't notice he saw me and we shared glances. I was scared. What if he tries talking to me? What if he's a bully? I don't know these people. Looking over when back to reality he was speaking to his mom, pointed at my house, she looked over, smiled, nodded yes to something, and he was suddenly walking over here. I hid against the wall. Someone wants to meet me?

"Um, hello? Green hair guy?" His caramel apple voice was so close.

I peek out the door a little. I almost laughed at the startled look when I suddenly popped up.

"Ah, I'm sorry," I tried to contain my laughter, "yes?"

He fixed his outfit and nodded I'm guessing to compose himself. He cleared his throat then spoke.

"Where is your mother?" He spoke fancy and precise.

My nerves became hyper aware that I was talking to someone. Someone new. I was suddenly nervous and anxious.

"Ummm busy. Why?" I spoke quickly avoiding eye contact.

"Please, do get her."

"Mom! Door!" I yelled while turning towards the kitchen.

"My names Bruce by the way," He spoke so suddenly.

I almost lost my composure and screamed. I just simply turned and waved before fiddling with my fingers nervously. She was at the door in a flash looking at Bruce.

"Why hello there," she spoke in a joyful but confused tone.

I walked away to get ready considering I was in my Pajamas consisting of a Black t-shirt with purple and green HAHA's on it, and black fuzzy pants. I quickly brushed my teeth and hair, got dressed, grabbed my backpack, and headed downstairs. I walked back to see the other family talking to my mom.

"I'm so happy to see new faces in the neighborhood. Don't ever hesitate to ask for help from us," she said excited as I was confused.

"Thank you very much. We've come from so far it's nice to have a fresh start. Well I'm glad it's peaceful over in these parts," the woman sounded so elegant.

"We're happy to have you, mister and miss?" Mom has always been so polite she's a people person.

"Just call us Martha and Thomas. Oh, is this your son?" Martha spoke so precise and high class.

"Why yes this is. Say hi, Joe."

Giving a simple wave I try to give my best smile that hopefully didn't show my nerves.

"He's a little shy," mom said in that motherly way of 'he's still learning' or something like that.

"That's okay most kids are to new people. If it's not too much to ask do you think you could take our son to the school? We got here without looking at where it was," Martha had spoken apologetically.

"I'd be happy to help and afterwards I can help you guys move in if you'd like? It'd give us time for some girl talk and to get to know each other," Mom said friendly.

"Thank you very much, Penny." Martha said holding moms hand.

They said there gratitude towards each other and walked away. The boy went over and grabbed I'm assuming his backpack which looked like a briefcase. I looked down apologetically. Mom gave a confused look and realized.

"Joe it's okay. Eventually you'll be able to talk to people and make a lot of friends. Just for now let's just make some high school memories," Mom spoke reassuringly.

I look up at her smiling. She always knows what to say.

"Thanks mom. Let's bring harley, too," I said happily.

"No can do kiddo I got my own set of wheels, boo yah!" She said with a light punch to my shoulder.

"Alright you two! Now how about after school we go out for Chinese food to celebrate your first days, huh? Would you both like that?" She said enthusiastically.

I nodded my head smiling as did harley.

"Great Chinese it is then. Means I don't have to cook, haha," she laughed grabbing her car keys as Bruce walked back our way.

Me and Bruce hopped into my moms car as she smothered Harley in hug and kisses. I heard harley whining through the window and it made me laugh a little.

"What's your name?" Bruce asked bluntly.

"I- uh. You. Me?" I jumbled over my words.

"Haha, yeah you? Unless the car has a name, haha" He spoke shyly trying to break the ice.

"My- my name is Joe. Joe Chill."

"I like your hair, it's fluffy," He spoke nicely.

I became a flustered mess. I'm actually talking to someone. I can't believe it.

"You ready kids? Because mama has a Coffee with her name on it,"she said jokingly.

Me and Bruce chuckled and we were off to school. Let's hope nothing happens to change this day.

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Book idea/scene

Nitimur in Vetitum: Greenhouse Meeting

As his hand started to cramp from the hold on his pencil he glanced up at the clock on the nightstand next to his bed. Twelve am? His eyes widened as his eyebrows shot up at his realization. He had been drawing for almost 3 hours and he didn't even know it. He set his pencil down and put his sketchbook away gently. He massaged his hand with his thumb as he got up to change. Though he didn't make it far as he noticed a tall boy with blonde hair leaving the school. He looked nervous and kept looking over his shoulder. Morris could feel his curiosity peak as he watched the student walk toward the forest. Morris looked at his jacket and then back outside, conflict showing on his face. He huffed as he slipped on his jacket and climbed out the window. His eyes scanned for the boy and found him hopping over the fence. He quickly and quietly rushed over and jumped over the fence as he saw him walk into the forest. 

“Damn it” He cursed under his breath before following the boy. He was curious as to why he was out of bed. The threat was made by the headmaster so why did it scare him? It scared Morris, but his curiosity is something to be trifled with. He took in the scenery as he followed the boy. It was dark but he could still make out shadows. He could feel the rain falling on him as he followed the boy. He was constantly looking around scared of any animal or person that might harm him. “If I get sick I swear to whatever god is out there, is gonna have hell to pay” He mumbled to himself as he hurried in the direction he saw him go. They had to be almost half a mile deep in the forest. Something Morris would never do alone. 

He watched as the blonde-haired boy walk into a greenhouse. Morris didn't even know the school had a greenhouse. Morris shook himself out of his thoughts and followed after him. The door creaked as he walked inside to find… he was alone. He spun around in confusion at the fact the boy seemed to disappear.

“Where did you go?” He whispered as he walked closer to the pond in the middle of the room. It had black gothic railings surrounding it. His eyes scanned over the room to see the windows covered in fines and the wooden floor was almost covered in moss. If it wasn't for the fact it was midnight in some creepy forest he would've found it charming. He was too absorbed in the greenhouse to hear the footsteps coming up behind him. 

“Im right here” The mysterious boy whispered causing Morris to yelp and spin around.  Morris backed up against the railing when he saw the boy right beside him. It was Allister King, but Morris didn't know him. Allister smiled down at him, his stormy blue eyes seemed to glow as the moonlight shined in them. “What’re you out so late for darling?” He asked, his voice sounding almost concerned if it wasn't for the fact he hid it with a teasing tone. Allister rested his hands on the railing behind Morris, trapping him. Morris was flustered at the use of the nickname. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. “Well?” Allister egged him on with a raise of his eyebrow.

“I could ask you the same thing” Morris retorted trying to hide his nervousness by standing up straighter than he already was. “And besides I dont answer to you,” He said with uncharacteristic confidence, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Allister chuckled leaning forward slightly causing Morris to lean back.

“Fiesty. I like it” He smirked down at the shorter boy. Allister finally took the time to analyze the boy in front of him. His freckles looked like stars that were scattered across his tan face. His eyes were a dark brown almost red colour. He had a cute button nose and round eyes.  He could tell the boy was nervous but also flustered. Is he like me? He thought to himself with an almost invisible smile. . It wasn't every day that a person who wasn’t straight came into your life. He was getting tired of all the cute but straight boys at his school. With an exception of his friends. He just wanted to know he wasn't the only one like him, That he wasn't alone. 

“What's your name Darling?” Allister asked leaning back to his original position with Morris still trapped. The smirk never once left his face as he watched the boy in front of him. Morris stuttered as he was brought out of his thoughts. 

“My uh, my n-name is Morris. Morris Phillips” He stammered still flustered at the proximity. Allister hummed and smiled as he whispered the boy's name. He liked how it rolled off his tongue as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Morris felt his heart speed up as he heard his name slip from the other boy. A small blush spread across his face like wildfire. “What's yours? I can't exactly call you blonde boy forever” He teased with a small laugh trying to hide his blush. He may have been flustered but he doesn't need Allister to notice. 

“Later. I’ll tell you later.” He answered as he pulled away much to Morris’s dismay. Morris sighed, upset he didn't get his name. He decided to ask later. Allister walked away over to a small platform that was across the room. 

“How didn't I see that?” Morris shook his head in slight confusion before following Allister. On the raised platform a piano sat against one of the walls and couches were scattered along with a few books. It looked almost cosy and newer than the rest of the greenhouse. There were even a few plants here and there. “Did you do this yourself?” Morris asked as he crossed over to one of the couches. There was barely any dust on the furniture shocking Morris. Allister was sitting at the piano with a small smile.

He looked over his shoulder and nodded. “Yep! it's my favourite place to sneak out to and skip classes” He chirped, the smirk returning to his sharp features. He played a few notes on the piano before turning to Morris.  “So,” He rested his head in his hand as his elbow rested on his leg. “What brought a pretty boy like you to King’s Academy, a Boarding school of hell and boredom?”  He asked mocking the elite boarding school. Morris shrugged and looked off to the side thinking.

“It's a good school and I had the opportunity to come here.” He answered as he turned to look at the tall boy in front of him. Allister nodded in thought. He couldn't deny the school being one of the best schools in the district. But that didn't change the fact he hated it there, especially with the dark history.  “And I was homeschooled before. My mum thought it was a good idea to go to a… “normal school” I guess” Morris shrugged as he replied to the memory. It was true but he was slightly confused about how a boarding school is normal. 

“In all honesty If I could… I would leave this school and never come back” Allister said with a distant look biting his bottom lip. His smirk flattered for a minute before it returned in all its teasing and mischievous glory. “But! That's not up to me” He said leaning back against the now-closed piano. His legs were in his usual man-spread way. Morris looked at him and couldn't help but blush at how he thought the boy was way too attractive for his own good.  Morris’s face soon contorted to confusion as he finally processed his words.

“Why can’t you? You’re almost an adult you should be able to make your own decisions.” Allister thought Morris looked cute with his brows furrowed in confusion and lips slightly parted. “You should leave if you want to.” His voice was filled with sympathy and concern. He couldn't understand why he couldn't leave. Allister sighed and shrugged it off.

“It just is. I wish it wasn't but sadly my father doesn't seem to see eye to eye on these things” Allister offered him a smile albeit a sad one. Morris felt bad for Allister, a boy with almost no freedom to do as he pleased.  “Anyways, where are you from? You dont sound like you're from London.” Allister asked resting his chin on his hand once again. Morris caught on to how he avoided the subject but didn't push any further. 

“It's because I’m not, I’m from manchester just north of here” Morris smiled causing a blush to creep onto Allister's rather pale skin. He cleared his throat and nodded. He had never met someone so bright and soft as Morris. He was used to rather cold or energetic people not calm and soft people like the boy in front of him. “what about you?” Morris asked as he fiddled with the cuff of his sleeve, a habit he did whenever he was nervous. Allister pursed his lips as he took a cigarette out of his pocket. He offered one to Morris but declined. Allister took a drag before responding.

“Born and raised in London” He wore a tired smile as he exhaled the smoke that filled his lungs. Morris nodded as his eyes followed the smoke as it left his mouth. The smoke swirled making obscure shapes. “So Morri are you ever going to tell me why you decided to follow me?” Allister asked with a tilt of his head. The question caught Morris off guard as he was brought out of his thoughts. He opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it. 

“To be honest I dont know the answer myself” Morris muttered, confusion lacing his every word. “I guess I was curious” He shrugged with his usual soft smile. “Are you going to tell me why you snuck out?” Morris's voice held hesitance as he asked, not wanting to push the other too far. Allister Glanced outside and sighed, his face was somber and almost frightened. 

“Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about” A smug smile was soon placed on his features once again. Morris sighed disappointedly he didn't get the answer he wanted. Too caught up in his own thoughts, Morris didn't notice Allister flinch and cover his ears.  Allister shook off the familiar and disturbing whispers as he finished the cigarette that was resting between his lips. “It's getting late Darling you should head back” Allister felt his heart tug as he watched a look of disappointment fall over Morris’s soft features. The usual whispers ceased as they watched the scene unfold. Morris sighed but nodded in agreement. He pushed himself off the sofa and walked over to where Allister sat at the piano. 

“Can I get you’re name before I go?” His voice was softer than usual, almost sad as he talked. Allister could feel his heart tug once again, an uncomfortable feeling settling in his stomach. Allister shook his head, the smile never once leaving his face.

“You’ll find out soon enough darling” Allister caressed his thumb over Morris’s cheekbone, not missing the slight blush spreading over Morris. Morris sighed and unconsciously leaned into the other boy's touch. Allister dropped his hand back down to his side not noticing Morris’s once again disappointed expression. Allister gave him directions as he guided Morris to the door. As the door was about too close Morris stopped it catching Allister's attention. “Yes?” Allister's head tilted, confused why he hadn't left yet. 

“Please tell me I’ll see you again?” Morris asked with puppy dog eyes. Allister nearly melted as he met the other's gaze. Allister sighed and glanced to the side, thinking before he nodded yes. Morris’s expression brightened, happy to know he’ll meet with the mysterious student again. He had a small smile as he walked back to his dorm.

 The rain had gotten heavier while he was distracted causing him to pull his coat tighter against his slim torso. He shivered at the cold caused by the night and cool atmosphere of the forest. He stopped in his tracks as he spotted white lilies. He looked up to see how far he was from his dorm before running to the lilies and picking one. He smiled at it before running back to his window. 

He climbed through his window carefully to not knock over the lamp that was by his bed. He smiled down at the flower as he put it in the vase that sat on a bookcase. He sighed happily as his mind wandered back to Allister. He didn't know why he was so excited to see him again, but he didn't care to find out why. He checked the time and his eyes almost burst out of his skull. “Two am?” He mumbled, his hand covering his mouth in surprise. He changed quickly into warmer sleepwear and got into his bed. He wore a soft smile as he couldn't get the blonde out of his mind. As he fell into a dreamless sleep he could make out a familiar figure limping his way back to the school.

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