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got into the game .... i feel kind of sick on how obsessed ive become with the characters.... i think i refresh the ao3 page and tags about once every couple of hours... whelp if there aint nothin new time to make that new.
any whos just tryina get fritz face and vibes down, probs gonna draw the whole skalitz gang at one point or another
“oh so only your hyper specific interpretation of this character matters? no one else gets to have theirs?” yes precisely. now go my flock peck them clean for their insolence 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅
I may not be able to draw, but I can write!! (debatable). So enjoy a short little Matthew and Fritz fic. posted here on tumblr, because I am not on AO3.
looking at my still not finished, multi chapter jam fic I haven forgot you baby…
The infirmary in Sasau wasn't anything special, a single room for the patients, clearly not designed for a tragedy like this. The room was helplessly filled with the wounded; those who were stable enough were laid outside. Not out of cruelty, but out of desperation. The two monks were doing the best they could. When Johanka, God may bless her soul, offered her help, they were more than happy to accept. Fritz was relieved that nothing happened to her. He would be lying when he said that they were close; she was more a friend of Theresa and Matthias than his. But still he was glad anyone made it out unharmed. Silently praying that Theresa, Matthias, and Henry made it as well. The two young men he hadn't seen during the attack; he had no idea if they even made it out of Skalitz. The last time he saw Theresa, they left her at the mines with her barely alive brother. Fritz was in no way a medicus; some may argue he was barely intelligent enough to think on his own, but even he could tell that Samuel wouldn't make it anyway.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by Matthew stirring next to him, trying to shift away from him a little, without much success. „God, you are radiating more heat than the sun, Fritz. As if I wasn't sweating already,“ he mumbled. Fritz would have taken that personally any other day, but he could understand his friend. The room wasn't very big and was filled with hot bodies, plagued with fever. Causing a humidity in the room that made your clothes stick to your skin. They were only inside because Fritz himself developed a slight fever from the wound on his stomach; the slash on his temple was less severe but still stung every time a drop of sweat made its way to it. Matthew seemed to have no serious outside wounds, but he fell while they were running, unable to put much weight on his right foot, and his left side started to show a deep purple spot where he was hit by one of these savages at the mine, the same one that stabbed Fritz. Now surely in hell after Fritz put a pickaxe through his chest.
The other man's complaint about his body heat soon changed, however. Once Fritz's fever was gone and they were sure that Matthew hadn't hurt any organs, they were put outside. To make room for the next fever patients. Now Matthew was sticking close, trying to warm himself at night. Looking strangely content when pressing his back to Fritz's arm, causing the latter to flinch at the sudden coldness. An action that would earn them a quiet chuckle from Johanka and a raised eyebrow from the younger monk. But no one talked about it. Once they felt a bit better, they sneaked some met. The young monk, Elias, joined them. At first, it was lighthearted. The two Skalitz men are talking about childhood shenanigans. But then Elias made a dumb decision. He leaned closer to Matthew. „Your friend isn't the sharpest tool, is he?“ He said with a hushed voice. The other man's face turned sour at that. „Awfully rich, coming from a guy who has been here for a long time and yet still knows less about healing than a refugee woman who came here a few days ago.“It was something he did ever since they were children, getting short-tempered whenever someone insulted his friend's intelligence. A fact that made Fritz's heart swell. Sure, Matthew calls him a dumbass every now and then, but there is no bite behind those words. Fritz knows that; he also knows that he is a bit slow. But that doesn't mean that the words don't hurt him nonetheless. His friend knows that, so he defends him, even when it is being said behind his back.
Matthew's sharp tongue clearly hit a nerve. „Hey! I was only joking; no need to get personal,“ the young monk snapped back. „Why are you getting so worked up about it?“ a pause, then: „Is it because he keeps you warm at night?“ A remark made by an alcohol-loosened tongue. Referring to the fact that Matthew sticks close to his friends heat at night, but with an insinuating undertone. Making the other man freeze for a moment with disbelief. Now that didn't sit right with Fritz. Getting up so fast that he shoved the table back into both Matthew and Elias. His fist making contact with the pale monk's face, he yelped. Matthew didn't join in, but he also did nothing to stop the other man. Just looking on as his friends hit the frailer man over and over again. The tumult alerted Johanka, who ran towards them, her voice shrill. „Good heavens, Fritz! Stop!“Others came to help, and soon the two friends found themselves sitting outside the inn with a nice little debt on both their backs, no groschen, and no place to sleep now. "I'm not going to put out for you just because you defended my honor. Just so you know." Fritz gave a halfhearted laugh at his friend's statement, who flashed him a crooked smile.
They fell silent for a while, not sure what to do now. „It was kind of nice.“ Matthew began, and Fritz gave him a confused look. „Reminiscing about our childhood,“ he continued. „We never really did that.“ Looking at his hands now, pressing into a bruise there. „Mhm, I guess we never really had a reason for it.“ The other man agreed. A smile made its way to Matthew's face as he looked at him again. The kind of smile that made his heart race just a little faster. „You used to collect the teeth of the kids you roughed up.“ A chuckle escaped Fritz's mouth as he remembered it. „You made a necklace out of them and gave it to me to cheer me up when I lost another fight. Do you remember?“ Groaning embarrassedly, Fritz hid his reddening face in his hands. Of course he remembered, but he didn't think his friend would.. Matthew struggled to put on body mass as a child, so he often lost when the other boys started fights. This changed once he had a growth spurt, but they didn't know that yet. So he thought sharing his trophies would cheer his friend up. Matthew looked so happy back then, smiling and holding the necklace as if it were a holy relic.He would be lying when he said he did it without ulterior motives. Truth be told, he liked him more than a friend, even back then. Seeing him so happy at something Fritz made for him made his heart skip a few beats. „I still have it“ He kept it? This made his heart race even faster, filled it with hope. Looking at the other man he found that his face turned sad. „well, had it. Now it's burried somewhere in the ashes of my home...“ He fell silent again, Fritz didn't know what to say. So he only put a comforting hand on the others shoulder.
Henry made it out alive; Fritz couldn't have been happier. He found them a job, settled their debt at the infirmary, made peace between him and Elias, and even helped them with foreman Thomas. The bastard. Throwing him into the river like that, he could have drowned if it weren't for the others who pulled him out. He shook from the cold water as well as with anger as Matthew patted him down with a rag. Henry, ever the peacemaker, tried to resolve everything with words. But when that failed, he had at least joined them during the brawl between them and Thomas. Neither Henry nor Matthew were very happy about this outcome, but Fritz was thrilled with it. Looking at the broken teeth on the floor, the aftermath of their fight. A thought crossed his mind: stuffing the teeth in his pocket before joining his friends again. Things settled at the mill, but Fritz still found plenty of time to get his fill of flying fists at the tavern. Making sure to pick up every tooth he could find. Once their work at the mill was done and they were on the road again, he added the teeth of poached game to his collection.
They sat around a fire at the edge of a forest somewhere between Sasau and Talmberg. Making their way to an inn, they heard they had a well-paid job waiting. Fritz shifted uncomfortably, fiddling with the teeth in his pocket, now strung together by a thin cord. Matthew noticed it. "Are you okay? Ate something funny?“ He asked, slightly concerned. The other man cleared his throat nervously, earning him a curious eyebrow raise. „I...I've...got something for you.“ He began, stuttering a bit. "You better not burp into my face again.“ That managed to loosen the tension in Fritz's shoulders a bit. „Oh, come on, that was once!“ He laughed. „No, it's not a burp.“ More nervous again, he finally pulled out the string with teeth from his pocket. „Here,“ he said quietly. The necklace was in no way perfect; he made do with what he had. His friend stared at the gift, face unreadable. „Well, you looked kind of sad when you told me that you lost the one I made as a kid, and I thought...you know...forget it… That was a stupid idea...this is dumb. It was cute when we were kids, but now—“ His stammering was stopped by the other man putting his arm around his neck. Pulling him into an awkward half hug, as they were still sitting next to each other on the floor. A soft whisper touched his ear: „Thank you.“ With that, Matthew pulled back again, taking the necklace out of his hand. Admiring it awhile in the glow of the fire. "...Did you wash the teeth?“ He asked hesitantly, and Fritz chuckled and nodded. His friend let out a relieved sigh before putting his new jewelry around his neck, tucking it into his shirt. Making sure he would not lose it. Silence settled between them again, but Fritz could still hear his heart beating in his ears. „Soooo...you gonna put out now?“ He asked in an attempt to lighten the mood, trying to get rid of this weird energy lingering between them. But he immediately froze when he felt the other man's fingers brushing his lightly. Looking at his friend, he found him flashing him a less than coy smile, head slightly turned to the side. Heat traveled both up and downwards as Matthew started to lean into him.
Another matthew wip for attention, cause i want to share more of my headcanons and thoughts i guess.
I bet Matthew was bullied as a kid too. His prickly, sharp personality probably made him a target. He’d snap back at people to defend himself, but then his big mouth would get him in trouble. He was also a little thief, cause his dad never gave him anything. He’d think, “If I can’t have it, I’ll just take it.” That just gave the bullies more ammo.
I see Matthew less as a fighter and more as a instigator. He doesn’t usually start fights that’s more Fritz’s style. But Matthew can totally be the reason a fight starts. All he’s gotta do is pop off at the mouth when he’s drunk, and some dumbass will take the bait and come after him, forcing Fritz to step in. Though, Fritz is always down to beat some jackass’s face in. I think if Fritz didn’t always jump in to protect him and just bust some heads, Matthew could have easily ended up like his father.
Fritz, though is the opposite. He totally bites on other people’s provocations, cause unlike Matthew, he got more verbal abuse (while Matthew was more likely to get his ass kicked) So he learned to be strong physically, ‘cause “the best defense is a good offense”. Now, when someone says something insulting, Fritz hits back immediately. That’s cause Fritz had to take a lot of that crap before, and he couldn’t defend himself when he was a kid. Now, he’s not putting up with it for even a second, which is why he’s so quick to lose it.
Matthew and Fritz arm wrestling in "a woman's lot".
Matthew, my guy, my man, what did you expect to happen? Fritz is one of the NPC's with the highest unarmed combat skills, he gave Theresa advice on how to take down a door with your body, meaning he has done that before!
YEEEESSS OH MY GOD THIS IS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE SCENE!
Maybe it’s just me, but I’m just so utterly charmed by the fact that Matthew smiled so adorably afterwards! Like he wasn’t even bummed about losing, but instead he seemed so delighted watching Fritz celebrate his win. IT’S SO CUTE I love to think that Matthew knew he’d lose, but he decided to compete just for Fritz’s sake cause he knows Fritz enjoys it
I had a headcanon that Matthew could just as easily win against Fritz in dice but they never get upset over losing. Instead they sometimes like to compromise with each other and get into each other’s interests
Matthew and Fritz arm wrestling in "a woman's lot".
Matthew, my guy, my man, what did you expect to happen? Fritz is one of the NPC's with the highest unarmed combat skills, he gave Theresa advice on how to take down a door with your body, meaning he has done that before!
YEEEESSS OH MY GOD THIS IS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE SCENE!
Maybe it’s just me, but I’m just so utterly charmed by the fact that Matthew smiled so adorably afterwards! Like he wasn’t even bummed about losing, but instead he seemed so delighted watching Fritz celebrate his win. IT’S SO CUTE I love to think that Matthew knew he’d lose, but he decided to compete just for Fritz’s sake cause he knows Fritz enjoys it
I had a headcanon that Matthew could just as easily win against Fritz in dice but they never get upset over losing. Instead they sometimes like to compromise with each other and get into each other’s interests
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