AlexeiMurray let's gooooo. I felt like I was going crazy in my own little shipping world. Please talk to me about Murlexei, I'd love to talk about Murlexei. I hope I'm not being too forward
You're not being too forward at all! Hello, I'm glad I could shine a light in the darkness because I know at least one other person here, @chrisbitchtree also loves Murlexei!
For me, Murlexei is like...the potential of middle aged queer happiness. Like these two guys who have been through a lot and life hasn't been entirely kind to them finding each other. They're both so similar and smart, I think it would feel like coming home.
I bet they host holiday meals once Murray accepts he's not going to just be left alone again, and they make it elaborate because they're both extra. But then every meal is just them speaking in rapid Russian across the table while the guests stare between them. It sounds like they're arguing, but they're not.
I just think they deserve security and safety. It just seems like they could find a happiness neither of them were looking for but discovered in each other!
Steve is the only good smelling thing in that shitty little town. It surprises Billy at first. He obviously tries to hide how much Steve's smell turns him on. A few weeks after they get together he breaks down and just scents him aggressively. Steve is surprised how much he likes it.
Billy is just draped over Steve and rubbing up against him like an angry, affectionate cat, cheek to cheek, while never breaking eye-contact with the girl who was trying to inquire about the dance next week. Steve is grinning to himself- trying to give an apologetic smile to Tracy, who couldn’t have known that he and Billy were trying to make a quiet go of this dating thing, only no plan survives first contact with Billy’s temper.Tracy scampers, Billy growls, and Steve slips an arm around him and turns the aggressive nuzzle into his neck into a kiss. People talk about alphas and how they get when they’re angry, but it’s nothing on the sweet-sharp outrage of a jealous omega making sure everyone knows who’s theirs, and Steve’s mouth waters.“So much for subtle,” he purrs into the kiss, and Billy rumbles right back.“Don’t care. Mine.”
Fogmat of course, matt is like a cat with how he likes to rub himself all over foggy and mark him with his scent (because matt can totally smell himself on foggy the next day) (doesn't have to be sexual but it totally can be) also happy birthday!
Eight o’clock classes are a special kind of hell, and Matt’s not even completely awake when he drags himself to the coffee shop and collapses next to Foggy on a loveseat shoved up in a corner.
“There he is,” Foggy says, hushed and amused, “Matt Murdock, consummate morning person.”
“Ugh,” Matt says, eloquently, because he’s slipping down to rest a head on Foggy’s shoulder. “I’m gonna sleep.”
“On me?” Foggy asks, laughing.
“Mmm hmm,” Matt says, then he goes still for a moment before he sits up abruptly, a little more awake. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
Foggy covers Matt’s mouth with his hand. It smells like coffee and salted caramel and Matt’s inanely thinking about licking it to see if it tastes like that when Foggy says, “Take a nap. I’ll wake you up in time for you to get coffee and get to your 11:00.”
“Oh,” Matt says. “Thanks.”
“Don’t worry about it, buddy,” Foggy says.
Foggy wraps an arm around him and Matt just goes for it, snuggles close and shuts his eyes, falling asleep as he listens to Foggy hum softly. Over the bustle of the shop, the people on the street, the traffic nearby—the fact that Foggy’s here and close means that Matt can drift off easily.
*
Later that night, Matt’s hiding in a corner at a party, trying to avoid a girl that’s apparently been making eyes at him despite the fact that it’s impossible for him to tell—she’s figured this out and is attempting other tactics and Matt just doesn’t have it in him.
“You look terrified,” Foggy says, returning from making the rounds and passing off a beer to him before he leans against the wall with him, arm pressed against his.
“I’m being hunted,” Matt says.
“You are, she’s actually coming this way—”
Matt interrupts him by throwing his arms around Foggy, whose heart speeds up and then settles down again as he laughs and hugs Matt back.
“You just poured half a beer down my back, buddy,” he says, softly.
“Shit,” Matt says, starting to pull away. “Sorry, I was just—”
“Protecting yourself,” Foggy says, amused. “I understand. Don’t let go.”
“I—I won’t.”
Everyone’s drunk enough that nobody thinks it’s weird that they just stand in one place hugging for a conspicuously long time. They’re drunk enough that they don’t think it’s weird to pass out on the couch in the common area together, basically on top of each other.
*
The next day, after they wake up and go home to fall asleep in their own beds, Foggy leaves and comes back to the dorm with coffee and climbs into Matt’s bed without asking first. Foggy’s good at that, knowing when things are okay, knowing how to be physically present in a way that Matt’s still figuring out.
As soon as they’re sitting side by side again, Matt breathes in deep to take in the smell of sugar and coffee before he’s struck by something else—Foggy smells different.
Foggy smells like Matt.
“Is it good?” Foggy asks.
“Yeah,” Matt says, ducking his head to smile. “Yeah, it’s great.”
He moves even closer to Foggy so he can smell Foggy’s hair without him realizing. Which is—a completely normal thing to do to a friend.
*
Matt waits until they’re drunk at first before he basically plasters himself to Foggy at every opportunity, hugging him and leaning into him and more or less climbing into his lap when they’re sitting. Foggy seems amused by it but unoffended—just hugs him back and pets his hair and fields stray questions about exactly how drunk Matt is.
Which ranges from tipsy to very, but Foggy always says, “Stone cold sober. This is just who he is.”
It leads to them sleeping in the same bed a lot, which leads to Matt being unable to pretend that this is anything other than his feelings for Foggy evolving into something terrifying.
Foggy’s the one who escalates things, says one night as they’re getting ready to go to sleep, “Want to crash with me again tonight?”
“Oh,” Matt says, dropping the shirt he’d just taken off. “Really?”
“It’s cold,” Foggy says, calmly, almost a challenge. “I wouldn’t mind sharing.”
“Yeah, okay,” Matt says, attempting to be equally as calm and missing it by a lot. He’s not sure what Foggy’s wearing but they’ve normally been passing out with most of their clothes still on.
If this is a challenge, though, he might as well go for it.
He takes off his jeans and hears Foggy’s heart speed up as he comes over to climb into his bed in just his boxers, curling on his side to face him.
“Hey,” Foggy says.
“Hey,” Matt echoes, smiling.
There’s a long moment where Matt’s brain is screaming for him to kiss Foggy but then Foggy laughs softly and says, “C’mere,” pulling Matt into his arms so Matt can hide his face against Foggy’s bare chest and deal with the feeling of warm skin against his.
Foggy’s heart is racing.
“Goodnight, Matty,” he says.
Matt moves against him slightly, smells himself on Foggy’s skin.
“Just one more thing,” he says, feeling reckless and stupid, pushing up so his body slides against Foggy’s and Foggy gasps. “I wanna kiss you. Can I—can I, Fog?”
“Yes,” Foggy says, sitting up and pulling Matt with him so Matt can find his face with his fingers and press a soft kiss to his mouth.
“Foggy,” he says, laughing.
“This is why you’ve been all over me, right?” Foggy asks, tracing fingers through Matt’s hair before he rests a hand on it.
He doesn’t know how to explain the part where Foggy smelling like him makes Matt want to fuck him just to make it stronger, so he decides that yes is a more appropriate answer and that kissing Foggy for as long as he’ll let him is an even better one.
captainwingdings replied to your post “I was just trying to remember how to spell the name of Hannibal’s...”
Well technically, Mischa was killed by mercenaries, I don't think they cared one way or another what side they were on as long as they were making money/were on the winning side. Although they were fleeing from their castle at the beginning of the movie so, that could either be because the father didn't want to deal with the Nazis wanting to 'enlist' him, they just didn't want to deal with it all, or they possibly could have been Jewish. That's my thought about it.
I know maybe you only have the movie to go on, but they were absolutely Nazis. They were collaborators with aspirations to join the SS, and the only thing stopping them was that the Germans didn’t think much of them. Among other things, they informed on the Lecter family’s cook and he was shot for being Jewish.
And I don’t think that you will find that many Jewish families lived in castles in 1930s Lithuania, lol, much less held rank among the nobility. But even aside from that historical/social context, we know that Hannibal is not Jewish because his tutor was Jewish, and this fact was a source of curiosity for Hannibal, who asked him questions about what it was like and if he was happy that he was Jewish.
I'm living for all your Robert/Joseph stuff. Just popping by to say that.
All I’m living for right now is Robert and Joseph. I’m gone RIP ME. It was nice knowing you life. Now I have two dumb super soldiers and two dumb dads to occupy my life with. ahahaha
