blusollyjd sent:
Babe. Come over here, have some pie and beer with me and watch the fireworks. <3

blusollyjd:

zecuddlyblumedic:

Pie? Beer? Fireworks, with his lover?

So he wasn’t technically American. Maybe he was the farthest thing from American. But… that didn’t mean he couldn’t celebrate with the klutzy Soldier in his life, right?

Jane doesn’t need to say it again. He’s over there, and he’s holding out one of Aldous’s cookies: fesh, warm, with a slight buttery taste. “We’ll eat these vhile we vatch.” He holds up a small box of them. Aww, his insufferable twin did care.

"No."


He leaned into the touch, shivered a little, pleasantly, at the feel of Abel’s fingers through his short hair. His eyes- Abel could see his eyes clearly. His guard was down. No- he had none. For his Medic, he had no defenses. A word, a smile, a touch from the younger Haswell melted them like a sugarcube in a rainstorm.

He could hurt Jane. He could hurt him so easily, so badly. But he never would and Jane knew it, sure as the moon shone at night and the sun in the daytime.

He leans down, forehead resting on Abel’s, a smile on his face.

"Thank YOU."

A soft chuckle followed the response, along with a whispered reply of, “oh, my silly American.”

He wrapped his arms around the Soldier and hugged him then. He didn’t care who saw them, what Scout may be lurking somewhere just to stick out his tongue and comment how mushy he was for a guy. He didn’t care at all. Jane had a rough life. He had lived in an abusive situation and was suffering from it, still, to this day. And the Medic loved him. Loved him despite all his glitches. Because Jane deserved love. And Jane was the one who had melted his fearful heart in the first place. He spared Abel a fate that he would have dreaded. He would have become as cold as his twin, cold and stodgy and, well, generally unlikable. Filled with paranoia and distrust. 

Jane had spared him of that fate, and he was forever grateful.

starkindustriesamm sent:
-pokes head into the BLU infirmary curiously, seeking a certain Medic- "Ah, um, Abel? Are... Are you around?"

starkindustriesamm:

zecuddlyblumedic:

zecuddlyblumedic:

He looks up as he hears his name… and he smiles. It’s such a bright, welcoming one, too. He gestures for his guest to come on in. “It’s so good to see you again!”

Abelärd turns towards her and opens up his arms for a hug. Ah, yes, his trademark hugs. He really was a kind man, very grandfatherly in many aspects. Truly opposite of his brother. But, then again, even Aldous had some moments…

"I’ve missed you too," he replied, honestly. He takes notes of the changes and comments on them, adding, "you look wonderful." And she honestly did. He laughs and says, "ah, but not me. I’m getting older, every day."

That hug is always a happy, wonderful sight and as soon as he opens his arms, she gives him the biggest hug her tiny little frame can really muster. She’d have to poke at Aldous some time, after all, he wasn’t so bad. Sure, he was grumpy and prone to scaring the life out of people, but seriously, not half bad once one got to know him.

The smile becomes a little sheepish at the compliment. That was Abel for you, such a sweet man. “Ah! Thanks! Been changin it up a little.” She beams, giving him a playful little nudge. “Hey, but you look good to me! And to your wonderful significant other too, I’m sure of it.”

Aldous was Abelärd’s twisted half. They truly did seem to be the embodiment of the two different natures of humanity. But, in truth, Aldous was just as good as his twin. The man was bitter, but with due rights. He had seen his fair share of hell, and it was well known that the man was haunted with the constant humdrum of nightmares and illnesses. 

Abelärd knew. And he understood. He loved him no matter what.

The Medic laughed. “Such a compliment. And I’m sure Jane notices my gray hairs and secretly cringes at them. I know I do.” He had such a joking, lighthearted tone that it was obvious that he was playfully poking at himself. “I’m just happy to see you again. It’s been so long.”

blusollyjd sent:
Babe. Come over here, have some pie and beer with me and watch the fireworks. <3

blusollyjd:

zecuddlyblumedic:

zecuddlyblumedic:

Pie? Beer? Fireworks, with his lover?

So he wasn’t technically American. Maybe he was the farthest thing from American. But… that didn’t mean he couldn’t celebrate with the klutzy Soldier in his life, right?

Jane doesn’t need to say it again. He’s over there, and he’s holding out one of Aldous’s cookies: fesh, warm, with a slight buttery taste. “We’ll eat these vhile we vatch.” He holds up a small box of them. Aww, his insufferable twin did care.

He smiles at their rings. Such a lovely sight. Two glinting bands, catching the dancing reflections of the overhead fireworks. They were simplistic in nature, not at all fancy. And they probably wouldn’t look as nice as what others had, but it’s what the Medic could have hoped for. These rings were a blessing. They were a reminder of their love, passionate and strong, never wavering.

"I vouldn’t ask it any other vay," he replies, his accent peeking through a bit more now that he was this relaxed. He gives him a loving smile, a twinkle of life and impishness in his eyes. "And I don’t consider myself stuck at all."

(LOL POOR PEACHES.)

There is a soft, happy growl from the Soldier. He is content. Anything he could ever want is right here. In a place like this, he found someone who loved him that he loved back. He had friends, he had support. He had a cat, some raccoons, and a dog. Ribs and apple pie and fireworks.

If that wasn’t reason to celebrate, he didn’t know what was. Tilting his head over, he gives Abel a tender kiss as a huge sapphire bloom explodes and twinkles overhead.

Abelärd closes his eyes as he’s kissed. He wants to savor the moment, savor that memory as it unfolded. He wanted to cut off his sense of sight so all the other senses were strong. Touch, smell, hearing; he wanted them all to be center front.

He wanted to remember this memory, forever.

After a moment of savoring the kiss, the Medic returned one of his own. Equally as tender, as gentle as always. He completed the kiss with some touching: a hand ran through Jane’s short blond hair, fondly so.

"Danke," was all he said. Though it seemed vague at best, as to why he was thanking this klutzy, often goofy American, perhaps his meaning would be understood.

Jane would know. Jane always knew.

starkindustriesamm sent:
-pokes head into the BLU infirmary curiously, seeking a certain Medic- "Ah, um, Abel? Are... Are you around?"

starkindustriesamm:

zecuddlyblumedic:

He looks up as he hears his name… and he smiles. It’s such a bright, welcoming one, too. He gestures for his guest to come on in. “It’s so good to see you again!”

There is a giggly squeak of a noise that escapes his guest as she makes her way into the infirmary and over to him. “Hi! Gosh, wow I’ve missed you a lot! It’s really nice to see you too.” There’s that big smile and bright eyes peering up at him from behind white cat-eye shaped frames. Her hair is far shorter than when she last saw the Medic, shaved short on the sides and fluffy and a bit longer on top.

Abelärd turns towards her and opens up his arms for a hug. Ah, yes, his trademark hugs. He really was a kind man, very grandfatherly in many aspects. Truly opposite of his brother. But, then again, even Aldous had some moments…

"I’ve missed you too," he replied, honestly. He takes notes of the changes and comments on them, adding, "you look wonderful." And she honestly did. He laughs and says, "ah, but not me. I’m getting older, every day."

[Memmmories~, those old days, I remember ‘em quite well]

starkindustriesamm sent:
-pokes head into the BLU infirmary curiously, seeking a certain Medic- "Ah, um, Abel? Are... Are you around?"

He looks up as he hears his name… and he smiles. It’s such a bright, welcoming one, too. He gestures for his guest to come on in. “It’s so good to see you again!”

bluteammedic sent:
I've shipped these two since 2011 and I will ship them till I die

[Shipping forever until the end of time!]

blusollyjd sent:
Babe. Come over here, have some pie and beer with me and watch the fireworks. <3

blusollyjd:

zecuddlyblumedic:

blusollyjd:

zecuddlyblumedic:

Pie? Beer? Fireworks, with his lover?

So he wasn’t technically American. Maybe he was the farthest thing from American. But… that didn’t mean he couldn’t celebrate with the klutzy Soldier in his life, right?

Jane doesn’t need to say it again. He’s over there, and he’s holding out one of Aldous’s cookies: fesh, warm, with a slight buttery taste. “We’ll eat these vhile we vatch.” He holds up a small box of them. Aww, his insufferable twin did care.

And Jane wanted nothing more either.

He took a bite of pie, the pie his husband had made for him. It was delicious, buttery and spicy and sweet, the crust lush and flaky. It was as perfect as everything else in this moment. Not him. He, himself, wasn’t perfect. But the moment was perfect.

"…hey."

His voice was a soft, earnest growl.

"…I love you, you know that? I love you so goddamn much. If I could just whisk you off somewhere and marry you right now, I would."

He idly watched his beloved lover—no, husband— take a bite of the pie. He waited for a moment before chuckling under his breath. “It’s hard for a German like me to make something like zhat as American as I can, but I think I did fairly well.”

He had such a youth about him, a special kind of warmth that he only showed around Jane.

"Ich liebe dich," he whispered back, the words rolling off his tongue in a silken tone. "As vould I, darling, but maybe zhe wait is better. And even if we never find someone who could marry us, you’re still my husband. I do not need an oath to know zhat."

"Yeah…"

He smiles a little more, drawing Abel a little closer. That was one of his favorite things- having Abel close to him. Touching. Physicality had always been very important to him- not just sex, but all forms of contact. Touch never lied, not like words could.

His hand clasped Abel’s, and his eyes fall on their rings. Each a gift from the other. (Abel’s had come with another gift, one that was probably whining under Abel’s bed, not liking the noise.) He supposed, in a way, they’d been wed long ago, the moment they both donned their rings.

"…yeah. Babe, you’re stuck with me now. I do not want to ever leave you. Not even when I’m a hundred."

He smiles at their rings. Such a lovely sight. Two glinting bands, catching the dancing reflections of the overhead fireworks. They were simplistic in nature, not at all fancy. And they probably wouldn’t look as nice as what others had, but it’s what the Medic could have hoped for. These rings were a blessing. They were a reminder of their love, passionate and strong, never wavering.

"I vouldn’t ask it any other vay," he replies, his accent peeking through a bit more now that he was this relaxed. He gives him a loving smile, a twinkle of life and impishness in his eyes. "And I don’t consider myself stuck at all."

(LOL POOR PEACHES.)

blusollyjd sent:
Babe. Come over here, have some pie and beer with me and watch the fireworks. <3

blusollyjd:

zecuddlyblumedic:

Pie? Beer? Fireworks, with his lover?

So he wasn’t technically American. Maybe he was the farthest thing from American. But… that didn’t mean he couldn’t celebrate with the klutzy Soldier in his life, right?

Jane doesn’t need to say it again. He’s over there, and he’s holding out one of Aldous’s cookies: fesh, warm, with a slight buttery taste. “We’ll eat these vhile we vatch.” He holds up a small box of them. Aww, his insufferable twin did care.

And Jane wanted nothing more either.

He took a bite of pie, the pie his husband had made for him. It was delicious, buttery and spicy and sweet, the crust lush and flaky. It was as perfect as everything else in this moment. Not him. He, himself, wasn’t perfect. But the moment was perfect.

"…hey."

His voice was a soft, earnest growl.

"…I love you, you know that? I love you so goddamn much. If I could just whisk you off somewhere and marry you right now, I would."

He idly watched his beloved lover—no, husband— take a bite of the pie. He waited for a moment before chuckling under his breath. “It’s hard for a German like me to make something like zhat as American as I can, but I think I did fairly well.”

He had such a youth about him, a special kind of warmth that he only showed around Jane.

"Ich liebe dich," he whispered back, the words rolling off his tongue in a silken tone. "As vould I, darling, but maybe zhe wait is better. And even if we never find someone who could marry us, you’re still my husband. I do not need an oath to know zhat."

blusollyjd sent:
Babe. Come over here, have some pie and beer with me and watch the fireworks. <3

blusollyjd:

zecuddlyblumedic:

blusollyjd:

zecuddlyblumedic:

Pie? Beer? Fireworks, with his lover?

So he wasn’t technically American. Maybe he was the farthest thing from American. But… that didn’t mean he couldn’t celebrate with the klutzy Soldier in his life, right?

Jane doesn’t need to say it again. He’s over there, and he’s holding out one of Aldous’s cookies: fesh, warm, with a slight buttery taste. “We’ll eat these vhile we vatch.” He holds up a small box of them. Aww, his insufferable twin did care.

"That loopy SOB."

He grins- he says it with a sort of rough affection. No matter how volitale their relationship was when it started, Aldous was Jane’s brother in law now. He was family, and Jane cared for him as such.

He sits down on a wooden beam near a campfire, watching as the sparkling blooms detonated in the air like fiery flowers. Two plates of Abel’s pie, two bottles of Blue Streak, and a box of homemade cookies. And his husband under his arm.

Perfect.

"…mmm. These’re damn good."

Abelärd knew Aldous cared. He cared in his own twisted, sadistic way. He knew the man was conflicted over his twin’s sexual preference, and the fact he was loving an American, of all things. But he knew the elder raven cared for them both with all his heart— whatever remained of it, surely.

The BLU Medic simply melts against his beloved man. He soaks up all the positive energy around them. The warmth from the fire. Good food, good drinks (questionable American beer, but he was used to its taste by now). And of course…fireworks.

As he looked up towards the sky, he saw a colorful burst explode, leaving balls to spit out in many directions. “Fireworks always remind me of you.”

"Mmm. Really?"

He smiles softly. He always softens around Abel. He doesn’t need to yell or scream or blow things up. He is at peace. Very few things could make him feel this way.

His love was like a sanctuary. Somewhere peaceful and safe. Even in his most turbulent, he would always quell eventually in Abel’s presence.

"You mean I am loud and some people think I’m annoying?"

He grins.

"Ha, sure. They may think zhat, but I know zhe truth.” 

He leans over and kisses his cheek. How wonderful it is to have Jane in his life. How wonderful it was to have a man he could love with all his heart and soul.

He rests his head on the Soldier’s shoulder, watching the clusters of colorful explosions above. This was nirvana. He wanted nothing else but this.