“All of It.”
this is my first maplekeen fic! it took me like 7 hours, so if you like it, consider reblogging! its probably not the best but im proud and thats all that matters. please excuse any typos, i proofread like 6 times but still.
_______________________________________________________Argo crept into the dorm, thinking about his meeting with the Unbroken Chain. The group still needs much more information on Fitzroy. Argo hates going around his friends back but he’s sworn to his “hobby”.
Argo tried his best to “tip toe” into his and the firbolg’s' side of the quarters, not noticing the half-elf staring at him. Fitzroy cleared his throat, making Argo look towards him on the couch in the common area. Panicking a bit, Argo started rambling.
“Er.. hello Fitzroy! How are you, my dear friend?”
“I'm fine, Argo. Couldn’t sleep.”
Fitzroy tried his best to play it off like that, atleast. In reality he had been waiting here ever since Argo left, being practically torn apart by the anxiety of where his coworker could be.
God, he hated calling Argo that. “Coworker”. It made his stomach hurt.
“Oh! Good!.. Well not good that you couldn’t sleep but... You know what I mean” Argo replied, getting more anxious by the second.
Fitzroy hides a smile at that and pats the couch next to him. Argo debates this for a second, thinking it would be easier to just go to bed and forget about this whole interaction.
He gives in when he looks at Fitzroy again, this time at his eyes. The half elf’s eyes look so exhausted yet so beautiful, the moonlight coming in through the windows making them shine.
Argo drops his bag and walks over to his friend. He sits down a few inches away, feeling uncomfortable.
Fitzroy looks at him, somewhat admiring his face. Fitzroy wants nothing more than to just scoot closer to the genasi and lay his head on his shoulder.
Argo looks down at his hands and at the coffee table, looking anywhere but at his boss. He feels, no, he knows he’ll break down if he looks at Fitzroy’s face after just discussing the half elf’s life to strangers who have no business knowing.
Fitzroy coughs a bit, perhaps trying to lessen the silence the two are sitting in.
“So... Where did you run off to?” Fitzroy asks quietly.
Argo is knocked out of his “trance” when he replies. “Hm? Oh well ya know, just some errands. Went to the library, dropped some books off. The usual.”
“At 3 in the morning?” Fitzroy questions again.
“Yeah! Well. I guess the library is closed right now, isn’t it?” Argo states, slightly more to himself rather than the man next to him.
Fitzroy simply nods, his stomach tying itself into knots.
“To tell you the truth. I-. I can't tell you Fitz, I’m sorry.” Argo practically whispers the last bit.
Fitzroy’s heart practically bursts. It’s a lover, isn’t it? He knew he wasn’t for Argo. He knew it. He knew it.
“Well” Fitzroy’s voice cracked. “I hope you had fun.”
This makes Argo look up at Fitzroy, seeing the tears welling up in his eyes.
Fitzroy quickly wipes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Hm, goodnight, Argonaut.” He says, quickly standing up and walking to his quarters, closing the door gingerly.
Argo finally breaks, letting his tears fall.
“God! Why’d I have to join this dumb club? I just ruined my fucking chances! We were so close.” He put his head on his hands.
Sitting on the sofa and sobbing at 3 am wasn’t how Argo thought his Friday night would go. He especially didn’t think it would be over practically losing someone he cared for.
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Fitzroy woke up late that day, expecting everyone to be out and about. Instead he found Argo asleep on the couch and the firbolg sitting next to him on the floor, sketching some sort of tree.
“Good morning.. bossss” the firbolg spoke without looking at Fitzroy, staying focused on his drawing.
“Morning, Dr. Mushrooms”
“I.. heard you speaking wit.. Argo last night.” Bud added
“Oh! You did? I apologize we woke you.”
“Argonaut was wery... angry wit himself. After you.. left.”
Fitzroy didn’t reply this time, he just internalized what Bud had said.
Argo started to stir with all the noise, blinking his eyes open and stretching.
“Ermm good morning, Master firbolg.”
Argo sat up and looked around the room, seeing Fitzroy and staring at him for a moment before getting up and quickly walking over to the door, picking up his bag.
“My! Would you look at the time! My blame taking class is about to start.” he stated, closing the door behind him.
Obviously it wasn’t, Argo just needed to get out of that situation. Fast.
“It is saturday... is it not?” the firbolg asked, confused.
“It is.” Fitzroy replied sadly. “God, I'm so scared I messed up. He probably hates me.”
The firbolg simply stares at him as Fitzroy walks to the door.
“I have to go, we’ll catch up later.” and with that, Fitzroy is gone.
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Argo is seated at a lunch table with Raineer, talking about the night's happenings but making sure to leave out the bit about the Unbroken Chain.
“And- and I fucked it up! We were just getting close. He was just trusting me. God, what am I gonna do? I ruined it. I fu-“ he was cut off by Raineer.
“Why don’t you just tell him how you feel? You might not be able to tell him the whole truth but at least tell him your feelings.” She replied, taking another bite of her ramen.
Argo kept rambling on. “I can't do that! He already hates my guts!”
“That’s not true, I know it for a fact.” Raineer said in return.
“Either way, I can’t tell him. we’re- we’re colleagues!” Argo pauses.
His face saddens when he realizes what he said. They really are colleagues, nothing more.
“Thanks for the chat Raineer. I’m gonna go.” Argo got up from the table, tossed his orange away and left the dining hall.
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Fitzroy is sifting through books at the library. He normally isn’t here, but it’s the only place without people on the weekend.
He spots a specific book, “Kathy Easom's Easy Cake Recipes”. Grabbing it off the shelf, he walks over to a quiet corner and starts flipping through.
Fitzroy tried to read. He really did, but was unsuccessful overall. He couldn't stop thinking about Argo. He couldn't stop thinking about last night. He couldn’t stop thinking about how much he hurts. He closed his eyes, letting a tear fall.
He sat for a moment, simply breathing.
Fitzroy got up after a few minutes. He's got a mission now. Fitzroy was going to find Argo and talk to him. Maybe tell him how he feels, maybe just fix whatever happened last night. Either way it should help.
Leaving the library, Fitzroy went back to the dorm.
The half elf stayed there for a while, till about sundown, when he realized Argo probably wasn’t going to show up.
Instead, Fitzroy headed to the fountain. Thinking back to a previous late night conversation with Argo. He remembered that Argo likes to go there when he’s stressed.
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Fitzroy doesn’t find Argo at the fountain. However, he does find a bit of peace.
He was the only student there and the sound of the water almost lulled him to sleep. If he wasn’t anxious he probably would’ve dozed off.
Fitzroy sat at the fountain until the moon was high. The firbolg had stopped by earlier to check in, bringing him a water bottle, but he left soon after.
Fitzroy wondered when he would go inside, if he would go inside. He simply sat alone with his thoughts and the sound of running water.
The half-elf yawned, about to stand and head in for the night when he heard humming from the other side of the fountain.
It was the fucking Thundermen theme song.
Whoever was humming had to be Argo. The three of them are the only ones who know the song in the first place, and it’s definitely not the firbolg. You would’ve been able to see him over the fountain.
Fitzroy froze, thinking of what to do. He could just leave, pretend he didn’t see the argo. That wouldn’t really fix anything, though.
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Argo was completely oblivious to the half-elf standing on the other side of the fountain. He stared into the water, watching it ripple as he dipped his hand in. He sighed.
“What am I going to do? I ruined any chance I have with him.” Argo spoke out loud. After all, he thought he was alone.
Fitzroy heard this. Straightening out his cloak, he strutted around the fountain (trying to look very cool), towards Argo.
“hEllo Argo. Fuck.” He whispered the last bit, not expecting his voice to break like that. clearing his throat he tried again.
“Hello. Argo.” He said, calmer this time.
Argo was already staring at him in shock. How much had Fitzroy heard? Had he followed him out here? Argo was in deep shit if he followed him.
“Boss!” Argo exclaimed.
Fitzroy winced.
“Erm. How long have you been here?” Argo questioned.
“Sunset. I’ve just been here, chilling.”
Fitzroy cursed himself for that. “Chilling”? What was he thinking?
“Oh! so you’ve been here quite a while, hm?” Argo chuckled nervously. “How- how much did you hear?”
Fitzroy was silent for a few seconds before replying. He went over and sat on the ledge of the fountain, next to his friend.
“All of it, Argo.”
“Oh. Well then. I guess the cats out of the bag then. Listen-“ his words quickened. “I'm sorry about last night. I just really can’t tell you where I go-“ talking a bit faster, “I just really care about you and I’m so sorry I hurt you. I hope I can fix this, I'm sor-“.
Fitzroy placed his hand on the genasi’s leg, effectively silencing him.
“I- I care about you too, Argo. And I also wanted to apologize. I overreacted last night.” Fitzroy spoke softly, trying to calm the man sitting next him.
Argo smiled weakly, looking into Fitzroy’s eyes. They were just as beautiful as the night before.
Fitzroy was doing the same, looking into Argo’s eyes. They were an amazing green tonight. Fitzroy blushed.
Argo raised his hand to Fitzroy’s cheek. The half elf leaned into his touch, closing his eyes and sighing.
Now both of them were blushing.
They leaned forwards, almost touching their foreheads together. Fitzroy cupped Argo's face as well, his eyes flicking from the other man's eyes to his lips and back.
“May I?” Fitzroy asked.
Argo simply nodded, leaning forward and kissing Fitzroy. God, he had dreamed of this moment.
The kiss was beautiful. It was soft and passionate and full of so much pent of love. It was perfect.
When they came apart they both took a deep breath, smiling.
Fitzroy’s hands were on Argo’s thighs now, resting there. Argo's hands were on fitzroys shoulders now.
Their foreheads leaned against each other and Argo started laughing. Fitzroy quirked his eyebrow, questioning Argo’s “outburst”.
“I never thought I would get to do that!” he smiled.
Fitzroy just kissed him again, this time shorter but full of the same, if not more, love.
That evening they returned to the dorm, hand in hand.
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