This World is filled with Miracles

[Text] I”M FReAKING

[Text] OAANHICK

[Text] PANICKING

[Text] IM EnGAGED

[Text] MADS AND I

[Text] ?????!!!!!!

*He’s happy, but he’s not one to understand how to emote this happiness*

... .wait..... wait..........   W A i T

[TEXT]: M A W W A I G E

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[TEXT]: CONGRATS, IT YOU

fakeashenwings‌:

“…Consider me surprised.”

Surprised, and a little bit flattered to be entirely honest. Well, wasn’t that conveniant. He’d have to rely on Seigfried’s attachment to make it out of this whole thing alive, and hearing even Luciano couldn’t sway him fully was something of a relief. It was enough to coax him down over the couch, pressing his lips to Seigmund’s temple through his hair.

“I would think Seigfried was entirely in man’s pocket.”

Yeees, yeeeeeeees.

His eyes opened only enough to see where the Russian had moved so to accomodate, leaning against him lightly and very much into the soft kisses against his hair. 

If there’s one thing Mundi adored more than chocolate, it was being spoiled with love and attention.

“I haven’t met anyone who’s thought otherwise, me included. But that’s him for you, can surprise you in the strangest ways.”

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I suppose that works more in my favor, to some extent…

With Mundi’s eyes on the fire, he couldn’t see the little flicker of annoyance bounce around in Vanya’s wrinkled eyes. All the better then. He could relish the softness of Mundi’s hair on his skin and the coconutty scent of his hair while he was stuck there.

“Hhm…Do you think he will be willing to let me see him then, if he is in the italian’s sway?”

His eyes sank closed, relishing in the little touches here and there. He missed this dearly, but he was so glad to be back.

“I don’t see why not, he’s always been in Luciano’s hands in one way or another. Not even he can change Siegfried’s opinion about you, which is a positive one I’d think.” 

*Oh. …well, that was better than nothing. At least he had been seen on this side of the river.*

Mmn. *That was as good a non-commital grunt as any, his long arms hanging over the side of the couch to kiss the top of his head through his hair, his fingers rubbing small circles into his shoulders* Busy little man, isn’t he. …I will see to that tomorrow then. 

Mhm, it’s almost impossible to tell what he’s been up to.

*There was a little content sigh as he felt his fingers rub into him, a smile lighting his face as he felt the light smush of a kiss on his noggin. Yes, good, excellent.*

I suppose Luciano’s convinced him to come back to work. I’m not surprised. After all the fall outs he’s had over the last year, there was nothing really holding him here.

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Surprise, there’s a thick blanket draping itself across his shoulders, because those windows bleed heat, and he still hasn’t recovered the weight he lost back across the river either. There’s skin and bones to hold heat in, and not much else.

At least, not as far as he’s concerned.

Mundi jumped just slightly at a weight being pressed on him, having him turn his head back to look to see. He smiled a bit though, leaning back a little to press his back against Vanya. Blanket was nice and all, but being up against his love was much much better.

“Hallo.”

fakeashenwings‌:

“Yeah. I don’t think we even really talked about lots then even. Go sit, I need a coffee. Want anything to drink?” Matt asked, while Charlotte, who had finally calmed down, walked off to play with Kuma while the adults talked.

“Water, please.” Mundi followed Matt a bit to find somewhere nearby to sit while Matt got their drinks. He glanced to where Charlotte wandered off to before looking back to Matt.

“So I’m assuming everything’s going well with Mads?”

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Charlotte couldn’t keep from laughing, watching Matt ‘torture’ the other, before the blond decided to let him go with a chuckle.

“Glad to see you safe and sound, Mundi,” He smiled, giving the shorter man a hug this time. “God, how long has it been now?”

Once released, Mundi flattened his hair back town from being tussled so hard, pouting as if he was offended if only to keep Charlotte laughing at their act. When he was done however, the smiles came back up.

“Too long, last we properly talked was... June I think? Yea, that sounds about right. I would ask if anything’s new happened, but I guess I really have blinked out of existence for half a year. I’d be more shocked if nothing happened.”

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“Yes, Yes! We!” Hop hop she goes, excited at the idea. “Ma-Mama’s at her shop! And Papa, he’s…umm…” She shuffles a little, lips now pursed tightly, though it was hard for a kid to not smile through it. Why was she doing this? Well, an arm wrapping around the Prussian’s neck and another hand noogying him was probably it.

“That’s for disappearing without a word,”

OH NO, CONSEQUENCES FOR HIS ACTIONS. His one true weakness.

“Gnnnhhh!! Matt!!”

Hey, it’s been a while how are you! Hey man, I missed you how are things? 

These and many more were halted from speaking, considering his head was a bit busy being noogied.

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“Moon~!” If you decide to visit, prepare to be tackled, Mundi.

“Lottie!” 

Try as you like kid, you’re not gonna knock him over this time. Man, he must have been gone for a while, she seemed to have grown! Or at least something about her seemed more matured since last they saw each other. Man, human aging is weird. He patted her fluffy brown hair nonetheless. Thank god he decided to go heavy on the cleansers and showers since he got here.

“It’s been awhile! How have things been?”

“Good, good! Mama’s gonna teach me magic one day! And-and uncle TomTom’s teaching me how to fight with swords~!” And she’s forgotten to mention that the little family’s now living in a small, homey cabin as well, but she’s only 7, who can blame her? Magic and swords were far cooler! 

He blinked a few times, trying to process the first part of the sentence. ... Mama? He knew Matt was the dad but who was....

Heavens above, she was on ‘mom’ basis with Mads now. That was the best thing he’d heard all day. So much had changed it was almost whiplash.

“Ooh, swords! Proper fighting! Maybe we can have a proper dual someday, mm? Hows your Papa and mama doing by the way?”

@fakeashenwings

“Moon~!” If you decide to visit, prepare to be tackled, Mundi.

“Lottie!” 

Try as you like kid, you’re not gonna knock him over this time. Man, he must have been gone for a while, she seemed to have grown! Or at least something about her seemed more matured since last they saw each other. Man, human aging is weird. He patted her fluffy brown hair nonetheless. Thank god he decided to go heavy on the cleansers and showers since he got here.

“It’s been awhile! How have things been?”

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“’Be back soon’, huh?!”

He all but dropped Mundi back onto his feet, if only to free his hands up. He still had to inspect the little bastard after all, and his hands snapped up Mundi’s cheeks, twisting and tilting his head this way and that. He had temple wasting. His cheeks were thin. His hair was dull and stank of burnt rubber, and his eyes, baggy as they were and bordering on bloodshot, had lost their shine. He pressed his dry lips to Mundi’s hairline in a really abrasive, relieved kiss, his nose still wrinkled as he glowered down at him.

“You were gone for full season! You leave me to battle bells alone, scare me half to death, and you come back half-starved and stinking of the river crossing?!”

Never would he ever imagine that he would be so happy to be chastised at again. But did he really look that bad? Granted with subtle changes, he probably looked like a mess compared to when he left.

“I had to, someone had to! Those bells you were hearing, they were coming from home...” He caught himself saying the word, biting his lip a bit. Man he was gone a long while. He shook his head. “.. The other side. They were coming from the other side, the other Russia! Civil war was happening! Rebellion!!”

He didn’t really care if he sounded like he was babbling nonsense, he just had to explain himself one way or another.

His mouth was open for only a moment before nothing but air escaped, his breath being pressed out as he was squeezed and lifted. He inhaled as best he could, squirming to at least be somewhat able to speak remotely comforting. He would be lying if he didn’t say that he wasn’t thankful for his curse words, it meant he had at least the mental where with all to use them.

“I told you!! I went to help, and I did, I think!! Nnh-- Vanya, bitte-- can’t breathe!!”