stephicness:

So… A modern AU…

Gladiolus is a writer, prominent with his works within the King’s Knight fandom and even starting to write his own book with followers and supporters promoting his work. He does a great job at it, getting quite a bit of online fame for his work while simultaneously making sure that he can keep up with work and his social life with his three other roommates.

But one fateful day, a writer like Gladiolus got the ultimate gift any fic writer and novelist could ask for: fanart of from their writing. The beefy writer was overwhelmed with excitement, sharing the artwork, promoting it, even going so far to have gotten a print of the work, which he keeps tucked away for safe keeping whenever he looks for inspiration.

The trade of fics and art continued for quite some time, but writing and replying back to the mysterious artist only grew harder when the boys adopted a new roommate, the mysterious Ravus. He figured that with their new roommate coming into the house, it’d just be Ravus keeping to himself and that would be the end of that. But no. Ravus was an asshole. There was just something about him that rubbed Gladiolus the wrong way, especially with how Ravus always was looking at his phone as if something else in it was more important than doing the dishes. What did this guy even do anyways…?

But nevertheless, despite the big change, Gladiolus and the online artist continued to keep in touch, sharing work with each other until one day, Gladiolus received an odd message.

A confession of how infatuated the artist was with the writer. And a desire to one day be able to meet such the muse that inspired the artist’s work.

[ We’re in the same town, right? Let’s get coffee together. Wiz’s @ 3? ]
[ Yes. That sounds like a plan! 🙂 ]

Now that would be something. The thought alone made Gladiolus smile at his computer for a good hour before late night hunger struck.

So in contemplation of his plans to meet with the artist he had become enticed with, Gladiolus meandered to the kitchen, tapping his phone on his chin in thought while still reflecting on the messages. He just sneaked past the sleeping Ravus, whom rested his head on his arms at the dining room table amongst the disarray of papers. Lazy asshole… The more Gladiolus thought about it too, he didn’t know what exactly kept Ravus busy so often. Locked away in his room for what seemed like days, only ever leaving to take care of ‘business,’ and returning back late at night when the others were still asleep. Sans Gladiolus, of course, for writers never rest.

Gladiolus took a sip of his coffee as he glanced down at Ravus, though he did have to pause as he noticed the papers that were spread out over the table. He recognized what one of the pages said, for it was something that Gladiolus had written in one of the chapters of his story. Huh… Didn’t know Ravus was a fan. He scoffed a bit as he took up the paper, but paused when he noticed the sketchbook with an oh-so-familiar art style within the pages.

And scribbled into the corner of the page: ‘Wiz’s @ 3.’