Sta.sh
So imma stay home all weekend and diiieeee XD
Right now I'm writing while watching Samurai Champloo!
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The Fighter“Ludwig…?” His ears twitch at the small squeak of his name from his supposedly sleeping lover. He turned his head over his shoulder, continuing to bind his fist with the white hand-wrap.The Fighter by *vvrules21
Feliciano stood there, covered in only one of his larger shirts with its oversized sleeves covering both his hands. His legs are bare, but goose bumps covered the visible skin. Ludwig sighed and waved him over.
“You should be sleeping,” He sat on the sofa and pulled the Italian on his lap, “why are you awake?”
“I heard you leave…” His voice trailed as his eyes slid down to the white wraps on the
Bound to Blood Chapter NineSleeping was the proper way to gain energy and strength for the day’s events. It reenergizes and allows oneself to become more efficient and alert. Without the sufficient amount of sleep, going through the normal daily routine can be a workload and puts a hard amount of pressure on the body and mind.Bound to Blood Chapter Nine by *vvrules21
Ludwig has known this from a young age, so he makes it his priority to sleep early and wake up early. His internal clock is so determined on keeping him sleeping until the morning light that he can’t remember the last time he had woken in the middle of the night to anything, and that’s surprising since Gilbert lives under the s
No Way To Reach Me (Franada)Was this piece of paper truly this heavy? No, it had to be him. It was god-forsaken piece of paper, his ticket to Canada, his home. His life starts as soon as he hands this seemingly weighty slip to the mumbling lady standing at the luggage claim.No Way To Reach Me (Franada) by *vvrules21
Canada, where Kimu…Kumi…. his polar bear was waiting for him. No one hurt him there, unlike here. It was funny how he had always admired the French, now he never wants to here that dreadful accent ever again. He shook his head, the stubborn curl bouncing. He shouldn’t generalize a whole nation due to one person’s repulsive actions.
He looked behind him at the automatic do
Bound to Blood Chapter EightHe swore he could hear his bed calling his name, that or the awkward dinner table was actually driving Ludwig to insanity. He had still yet to come to a decision if he appreciated Feliciano’s never-ending rant about pasta or if the image of strangling the boy was becoming more appealing for an explicit reason. Out of the silent hatred secreting from two of the five occupants, the glare searing his whole being from Lovino, the gnawing paranoia, and the irritation that is Feliciano’s voice, the only bright side to this whole dining was the surprisingly good pasta.Bound to Blood Chapter Eight by *vvrules21
It was an abundant amount of pasta, more than he has ever seen and c
