#gustholomule week 2023

[strawbbz]

Gustholomule Week - Rejection

I have no caption just take this monstrosity

[assigned-k9]

Cringe but free. Wedding

[sapphic--kiwi]

Gustholomule Week Day 1: sick

in which Gus has the common mold and Matt is spreading the Blademage agenda ❤️

[mastigsstuff]

gustholomule week - day 3

goth porter and princess tholomule wedding

reference

[usakkhae]

I didn't post the drawing of yesterday's prompt because I was busy, certainly not because I got the themes mixed up... Totally..yeah....

ANYWAYS

Day 4;Human realm!!

[arillusionist]

day 3 rejection...its not angsty

[muzarry]

They're both idiots

[emsprovisions]

Day 5 of Gustholomule week: Date at the roller rink! Featured in my fic for today!

[goodwitchlantern]

gus and matt headshots

[disco-girl]

Gustholomule Week Day 1: Sick

Stay

Gus had Flyer Derby practice after school that day, and Matt would usually stay and watch so they could walk home together afterward. It was a pretty warm day so Gus was surprised when he looked up during practice and noticed that Matt was huddled up in his hoodie. But it wasn’t that unusual so he didn’t think much of it. He was, however, concerned a few minutes later when he saw the older witch collapse onto the bench in front of him and hit his head.

[blackyote]

Gustholomule Week Day 1: Graveyard/Sick

Read on AO3

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Matt knocked lightly with the back of his fist before slowly opening the door to Gus' bedroom. A single lamp lit the room, but with the blinds drawn and the sunset rapidly fading, the space was mostly warm shadows. Matt shifted his hold on the bowl of soup he held; the ceramic was uncomfortably hot.

He found his friend in bed, propped up slightly by pillows, looking half-awake.

"Hey," Gus greeted him, sans his usual perkiness.

"Hey yourself."

It was just the common mold, but Gus' fever had yet to break. Mr Porter had called Matt that afternoon, apologetic, asking if he could check in on his son, explaining that he wasn't able to miss work. Matt had of course agreed and headed over, bringing along some leftovers from his house. He heated them up in the Porters' kitchen, secretly enjoying this little domestic task, knowing Gus was resting down the hall.

Matt approached the bed and set the bowl on the nightstand. "How're you feeling?" he asked.

"Tired," came the reply.

Matt leaned in, touching the back of his hand to Gus' forehead. Some loose locks of hair fell forward at the motion, framing his face.

Gus smiled lazily, lifting a hand in a failed attempt to tuck them back behind Matt’s ear. "Your hair's pretty," he slurred.

Gus always ran a bit warm, but he definitely had a fever still. As he pulled back, Matt found Gus' wrist caught in his other hand; an unconscious reflex, but his hold was gentle.

"Since when?" he asked, his amused tone belying the flutter in his chest.

"Since you grew it out," Gus explained. His eyelids drooped, half-open.

Matt hadn't really grown it out to get attention. He just wanted to try something new. But Gus liking it was definitely a plus.

He stared down at him, still holding him by the wrist, his thumb brushing lightly along the delicate bones there. He was reluctant to let him go, but Gus didn't seem to mind.

"Pretty hair..." he reiterated, sounding sleepy. "Pretty dirt eyes."

Matt laughed under his breath. He quirked an eyebrow. "Thanks, I guess."

He let go then, but Gus kept his arm raised, pointing a finger. "You'd look cool with a horn," he said, apropos of nothing. "Ever think ‘bout that?"

Matt lightly batted the finger out of his face. "Yeah, all the time," he said. (He'd even illusioned one on himself more than once, but he wasn't going to admit that.) He tapped the part of his temple where he expected it would emerge. "It'll come when it comes."

"That's what she said." Even with his glassy expression, Gus' smile widened at the dumb joke.

Matt rolled his eyes. "Go to sleep, nerd, before you go and confess your undying love for me."

Not that he'd mind—but preferably when they would both remember it.

In his fevered state, only one word seemed to get through. "Don't die," Gus told him, his voice growing faint, his head starting to loll to the side.

Matt huffed, fond. "You, too." He pulled the covers up for him as his eyes finally closed, and lingered a while even after Gus had fallen asleep.

[anguigenus]

Welcome to Gustholomule Week Day Five! I actually only wrote something for Gustholomule Week Day Three but I was on the road so you get it now :p

It’s Grom week, and Mattholomule had been looking forward to watching (and judging) everyone’s over-the-top Gromposals with Gus. Unfortunately, it looks like Gus is avoiding him for some reason. Or maybe—planning something?

[assigned-k9]

Day 5! They have musical jam dates actually i know this because i am autistic and they are autistic and therefore i give them my interests. That is all

[sapphic--kiwi]

gustholomule week day 4: human realm

they are visiting the Gravesfield Botanical Gardens (and Gus is about to drag Matt off to see something he just pointed out) 🤎💙

[mastigsstuff]

gustholomule day 1 - graveyard

[usakkhae]

Day 6; Family

"So you're the 'Mattholomule' that Augustus always talks about!"