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Royal Red Bros Week 2024 - Day 6
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Prompt: Getting in Trouble || Drunkenness
Rating: T
Relationship: England + Canada (implied FACE Family)
Word Count: 595
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One Call Away
“Arthur…”
Matthew’s small voice called across the line.
Arthur rubbed the sleep from his eyes, looking over at the clock that read 3:00 AM. “What is it, Matthew?” Arthur mumbled tiredly.
“I-I…I don’t…I mean…It was just…Please come get me…”
Matthew had always been skittish, stumbling over his words, especially when he was nervous, but this time it was different. More frantic, words running into each other.
Heart-pumping adrenaline, Arthur bolted up and ran to the door. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m coming to get you."
Fumbling with his coat and not even bothering to have his shoes fully on by the time he was out the door, he took off in the car towards the ‘friend’s’ house Matthew was supposed to be staying at.
When he arrived, he spotted Matthew at the front steps curled up, body shaking.
Parking the car, he carefully approached, taking a seat next to the trembling boy. Arthur immediately recognized the scent of alcohol. He tapped Matthew’s shoulder.
Matthew jumped revealing a red blotchy face, cheeks soaked.
“I’m sorry,” he blubbered, curling back into himself. “I didn’t think I drunk that much…I-I…”
Arthur wrapped an arm around him and gently pulled the teen against his side. Matthew broke down sobbing, face pressed into Arthur’s shoulder, gripping tightly on Arthur’s coat. Arthur rubbed his shoulder, holding him for however long Matthew needed.
When Matthew finally quieted, Arthur guided him to the car, and they set off for home. Most of the drive was quiet until Matthew finally started sobering up.
“Please don’t tell Papa,” he squeaked. “I swear it was just a few drinks…I don’t know why I reacted like–”
“Relax,” Arthur assured him, “I wasn’t going to tell him. And I trust you.”
It was quiet again. No music playing, only the engine of the car thrumming.
“You know?" Arthur started, "I used to get into a lot worse at sixteen. Never will forget my first bad drug trip. Wasn’t my last one either. Don’t suggest it. But…I didn’t have anyone to call like you did tonight. No one to turn to. I hope I never find you and Alfred in those kinds of situations, but…what I’m trying to get at is that I want you to call me when you’re scared like this, even if you made a mistake.”
Matthew didn’t say anything, forehead pressed against the window. Arthur gave him a side glance, keeping his attention more on the road. He assumed Matthew had fallen asleep.
When they finally arrived home and Arthur was getting out of the car, Matthew grabbed his arm.
“What is it?” Arthur asked.
Matthew’s eyes were wet with tears again. “Thank you…dad,” he sniffled.
“Oh love…” Arthur couldn’t help but grin. Matthew had seemed so hostile at the beginning when Arthur first started dating his father, and though by the wedding they had come to have a somewhat friendly relationship, he hadn’t thought Matthew would ever see him as a dad.
Though giving a hug in the car was awkward, Arthur couldn’t help but wrap his arm around Matthew in a half hug, kissing his temple. When they finally got out of the car, Matthew gave him a proper one, squeezing him tightly.
“I love you,” Matthew whispered into Arthur’s shoulder.
“I love you too Matthew. And I’ll always be there for you.”
Matthew started to cry quietly again, and Arthur couldn’t help but smile fondly. Some water to help sober him up and then bed, he noted. With a pat on Matthew’s back, Arthur pulled away and guided Matthew into the house.
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Royal Red Bros Week 2024 has come to an end. Though if you had ideas you didn't finish in time, don't fret. I will be accepting works throughout the year. Thank you to the one other artist who has shared work so far. I myself have one more fic to post that I'll post either tonight or tomorrow.
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Royal Red Bros Week - Day 5
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Prompt: Badly Injured/Verge of Death || Bonding
Rating: T
Relationship: England + Canada
Word Count: 1015
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Author's Note: So while working on this fic I was reading All Quiet on the Western Front for school so a lot of this fic was inspired by scenes in chapter 4 with some of the descriptions in this fic being descriptions in the novel.
Your Sword and Shield
Arthur hadn’t heard the first ‘take cover.' Instead, it was Matthew hurtling towards him and knocking him into the mud, followed by the first whistling then an explosion erupting that gave it away. Clumps of dirt rained down on them, though with Matthew practically on top of him, they never hit him.
The darkened sky popped with white, red, green. Like fireworks, but far more deadly. For a moment, he wondered if Alfred managed to get to safety or at least shield himself with something.
Before him, Arthur spotted a sinkhole made by a recent explosion.
“Matthew?”
There was no reply.
“Come on lad,” Arthur shouted, figuring Matthew couldn’t hear him above the heavy fire. “We need to get into the hole. We’re going to die out here if we…”
When Arthur managed to turn around he found his son limp on top of him, crimson trickling out of his mouth.
“Matthew…MATTHEW!” Arthur shouted again, shaking Matthew’s arm. “You need to open your eyes lad before–”
He was cut off by a shell exploding right next to them, tossing the both of them across the field. At least Arthur was finally free, but now he had to get himself and his giant of a son somewhere safe. Luckily they were tossed near a hole. Dragging Matthew with him, he jumped in.
As safe as they could possibly be, Arthur began to inspect the damage to Matthew’s body. The boy had already grown pale, his breath shallow, skin growing colder. His back was bloody from the barrage of fire, his side had a nasty gash from getting too close to an explosion. Grabbing his and Matthew’s field dressings, he attempted to wrap up the wounds.
Minutes later, when the gunfire and explosions finally died away, Alfred came to find them.
“Take your brother,” Arthur commanded, trying his best to carefully lift Matthew for Alfred to reach.
“What hap–”
“You know him. My sword and now my shield.”
Alfred went to say something else but pressed his lips together again. With Matthew out, Alfred reached for Arthur. Arthur batted his hand away and climbed out himself.
“God, what did you do this time Matt?” Alfred reprimanded, picking his brother up.
Arthur was already heading back towards the truck.
“Hey slow down,” Alfred barked.
“We need to get him medical attention if he’s going to survive.”
“Arthur.”
“We need to go.”
“You’re going to get him killed,” Alfred barked. “He thinks about you before himself every time.”
“He’s an adult,” Arthur snapped back, whirling around to face his other son. “He makes his choices. And he does the same for you. For Alastair. Even for Francis, though he won’t admit it.”
“Well…You–”
“We need to move. Or else he really will die. And you and I both know the pain of regeneration.”
— — —
When Matthew began to stir, he could tell he was in the hospital before he even managed to open his eyes. The stench of death and sick mixed with that distinct hospital smell. He let out a slight groan, the pain of his back and side catching up to him.
Instinctively, he went to push himself up having been laid on his stomach only for someone to gently hold him down.
“Relax love,” A gentle voice whispered. A voice he hadn’t heard since he was a little boy.
“Dad?”
“Shhh. Just lay down. Are you in pain?”
“Mhm…”
“Okay. I’ll see if the orderly can get you anything for it.”
Matthew heard shuffling, footsteps. A pained ‘no’ ripped from his throat.
“It will only be a moment,” Arthur murmured.
“Please…stay…”
For a moment, Matthew could picture himself, no more than six standing in the hallway as Arthur was about to set off for England. So many moments like that throughout his childhood. And as much as he wanted to cry out ‘stay,’ he never did. Not that it would have probably made a difference. But now…
“I…I don’t want…” Matthew trailed off.
“Okay…Okay, I’ll stay.”
Arthur took a seat beside him once more.
They were quiet for a moment, only the hurried steps of medical staff and the occasional screaming of a patient filling the room.
“You’re okay right?” Matthew finally asked.
Arthur’s face looked unfazed, but his eyes sparked with something Matthew couldn’t quite place. It made him shutter.
“I’m not the one in the hospital bed,” Arthur answered shortly.
“True…”
Silence again. Or as silent as you could get in a field hospital.
“Am I going to make it?’ Matthew asked.
Arthur was quiet for a moment. Closed his eyes and took a breath. “I don’t know. The orderlies don’t seem to think so, but they don’t quite get how our bodies work. But either way, I’m going to get you out of here and back home as soon as possible.”
“No. No. I’ll heal. It doesn’t take too long, so I’ll be back out there–”
“You’re going home to recover. Especially if you really are going to die. I don’t want you to have to go through the reset in this place.”
“But I have to–”
“You don’t have to do anything. You’ve done more than enough. I’m standing here because of you. But I can’t have you out there in a weak state.”
“Dad I–”
“That is an order. You will be going home in a week if I can help it.”
Matthew paused for a moment, simmering in the command he was given. “Can I at least go stay with Auntie Niamh? That way I’m not making a long trek across the ocean like this.”
“I suppose… that would be best,” Arthur said slowly. He coughed awkwardly. “I’ll figure out the details. Just…rest for now.”
“Okay…B-But you’ll stay right?”
Arthur’s unreadable eyes finally softened ever so slightly. “Of course.”
As sleep crept in, Matthew felt Arthur brush his bangs out of his face. Just before he nodded off again, Arthur pressed a kiss to his forehead. And for a moment, Matthew felt no different than that six-year-old boy, but now his father would stay.
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Royal Red Bros Week - Day 4
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Prompt: Thunderstorm || Fairy Tale(s)
Rating: T
Relationship: England + Canada
Word Count: 400
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Lullaby
In his defense, it was a loud and sudden crack, not the slow rumble that had been rolling over them for the past half hour. In his defense, he had really tried not to go crying to Arthur and wake him up.
Matthew waddled down the hallway, stopping before Arthur’s door. Dread pooled in the depths of his stomach. Another crack of thunder sent him bolting into the room.
He stood at the foot of Arthur’s bed for a time. Frozen in place, staring intently at his new guardian’s sleeping form, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest.
Yet another loud crack of thunder made Matthew jump and finally stirred Arthur awake.
In the flash of lightning that geared up for the next strike of thunder, Arthur caught sight of the wide-eyed Matthew. His large owlish eyes and stoic face made Arthur's stomach drop before his tired mind recognized the staring figure as gentle yet quiet Matthew.
Getting his bearings he gestured to the young boy and lifted the blanket so he could climb in.
“Storm?” Arthur mumbled tiredly.
Matthew nodded. He hesitated climbing in.
“Come on then.”
Matthe climbed onto the bed, plastering himself against Arthur’s side. Arthur wrapped a protective arm around his trembling form.
Every crash of thunder made Matthew jump, though with Arthur there, safety rushed in shortly after. But it was a constant cycle. Arthur tried to hush him, assured him it was alright, but it didn’t do much.
Eventually, Matthew spoke up: “Papa used to sing to me when I was scared. D-Do you know the lullaby?”
Matthew hummed it a bit for Arthur, but Arthur didn’t recognize it. Surely some French lullaby that he refused to learn.
“No,” Arthur admitted. “But perhaps I could teach you a new one.”
Pulling Matthew closer, he began to sing softly. It was neither French nor English. Matthew couldn’t understand what he was saying. But the tune was soothing, and Matthew loved when Arthur would sing.
Though he wasn’t as jumpy anymore, Matthew was still shaking. As Arthur continued to sing, he covered the boy's ears, trying to further drown out the storm.
Matthew took a few deep breaths and finally began to settle against Arthur’s chest, eyes slowly closing.
“That’s it, lad,” Arthur whispered. “You’re alright.”
Arthur kept singing for however long it took for Matthew to finally get to sleep.
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Royal Red Bros Week 2024 - Day3
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Prompt: Day 3: Spirits/Ghosts || Secrets
Rating: T
Relationship: England + Canada
Word Count: 841
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Bumps in the Night
It was an old house. There were bound to be creaks and thumps from old plumbing or animals that had made a home in its walls. But the longer he stayed there, and the more he listened, he started to hear laughter along with what sounded like a child running.
Arthur was freaked out at first. As much as he had an interest in the occult and supernatural, actually experiencing it made him tremble. But he didn’t have the funds to move, and it wasn’t like it ever went beyond sounds. So Arthur stayed put and eventually got used to the strangeness.
But still, curiosity remained.
“Hello?” Arthur called out one night, just before going to bed. The spirits seemed most active in the night. “I know you’re there. We’re going to be stuck together for a little while it seems, and well…I figured we should know each other a bit.”
There was no reply. After a few more tries, he went to bed. There was no thumping or laughing that night.
Weeks went by, and each night, he called out to the spirits only to get no answers and a quiet night. He was about to give up when his last call was answered by his closet door swinging open.
Arthur jumped. Cautiously, he rose from his bed and made his way over. In the closet, on the top shelf, an old rag doll with sandy yellow yarn for hair and blue button eyes sat. How had he not noticed it before?
The poor thing was worn, dirty, one of its legs barely hanging on by a thread. Having always had a soft spot for dolls, Arthur decided to fix it up. Perhaps it could be a peace offering for the spirit or spirits in the house.
His next few days off were spent working on this doll, giving it a wash, replacing its split yarn hair, making it a new outfit, and most importantly stitching that leg back up. It almost looked good as new when he was done.
Having worked late into the night on the finishing touches of his project, Arthur started to node off at this desk, body too heavy to drag to bed.
“Um…S-Sir…?” a voice called. The voice of a child.
Arthur groaned, burying his face into his arm.
“Sir. You should get to bed.”
Arthur bolted up, his sleepy brain remembering that he was supposedly living alone. “Wha–Where?”
“Sorry…S-Sorry,” the voice whimpered.
“It’s alright,” Arthur drawled out, looking around groggily. “I assume you’re one of my surprise roommates.”
“Uh…I-I guess?”
“Can you show yourself or…”
“I’m down here.”
Arthur quirked a brow, looking around once more until his eyes landed on the doll.
A whisper came from the doll: “My name is Matthew.”
Arthur blinked. He shouldn’t have been so shocked considering he had been aware of the spirits for over a month now.
“Wh-What’s yours?” Matthew continued.
“Uh…Arthur.”
The two stared at each other in silence. Or at least, Arthur thought Matthew was staring. Though the boy’s voice emanated from the doll, it remained in a slouch position, mouth still drawn in its stitched smile.
“I-I’ll try to get my siblings to quiet down for you,” Matthew finally said. “S-S-So you don’t have to leave or anything. It will be like we aren’t even here–”
“Slow down lad.”
“Sorry…I’m sorry…”
Arthur smiled softly. “There is nothing to be sorry for. You can just relax. I’m not mad at you or your siblings. I have just been curious about what exactly has been going on. How many of you are there?”
Matthew hesitated for a moment. “Four of us. Including me.”
“I see. Brothers, sisters?”
“J-Just brothers. I-I don’t know if I should be speaking about this.”
“Why not?”
“I…I-I…”
“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s okay," Arthur sighed, rising to his feet. "Well anyway. I should get to bed.”
“Oh…right…”
“Don’t sound so down. You can always talk to me whenever I’m around. I’ve always wanted to meet some ghosts actually.”
“Really?”
“Mhm.” Arthur collapsed onto his bed. “Now I don’t know if ghosts need sleep, but I do, so you should rest a bit too.”
“O-Okay…I don’t have to go back into the closet do I?”
“Not if you don’t want to.”
Silence rested over them once more. Arthur continued to watch the doll, and though it did not move and its expression never changed, it was as if he could feel the sadness of the boy possessing it. He got up and picked up the doll, laying it on the other side of the bed.
“There,” Arthur gave a triumphant huff, “I’m sure that’s far more comfortable than a hard desk.”
“Really, I’m fine. It was far more comfortable than the–”
“Shhh. Rest. Now that I’m here, I’m going to make sure you're comfortable. Spirit or not, everyone deserves that.”
Arthur tucked Matthew in.
“Goodnight Matthew,” he murmured.
“Goodnight…”
There was no more argument from the little doll.
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Royal Red Bros Week 2024 - Day 2
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Prompt: Lost || Study Abroad/Exchange
Rating: T
Relationship: England + Canada
Word Count: 546
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Author's Note: Fun fact. This is based on a personal experience from my exchange!
Not Alone
Getting dropped in the middle of nowhere was a great summary of how this whole exchange experience had been so far.
Matthew looked at his app, wondering if he missed the stop he was supposed to get off at to reach town, but no, this was where the app sent him. He grunted, shoving the phone in his pocket.
He started walking towards a nearby suburb and what looked like a collection of stores just beyond it. He spotted a man just ahead, heading the same way. Heart hammering in his chest, stomach flip-flopping, Matthew approached the man.
“Um…Excuse me sir…I-I was just wondering if I’m going the right way to reach the main part of town?”
The man turned to him, brow raised. He was silent for a moment. Matthew shrunk back.
Finally, the man spoke. “Yes. I’m heading that way right now actually.”
“Cool. Awesome. Um…” Matthew tugged lightly at the strings of his sweatshirt.
The man started walking a gestured towards him.“Come along. We’re heading the same way, and you’re clearly not from around here.”
The man spoke sharply, much like his features. It made Matthew straighten up when he spoke.
“A-Alright. Thank you.”
The two walked in silence for a moment. Matthew couldn’t stop looking around at the houses. Many looked straight out of a fairy tale with
Tudor siding and worn brick.
“So, where are you from?” The man finally asked.
“Ah. Canada. Just outside Ottawa.”
The man’s face softened slightly, almost as if he was suppressing a smile. “Ah, Canada. Have a daughter out there. Lived there for almost a decade actually, but I was on the east coast.”
“Oh? Where might I ask?”
“New Brunswick. Then I moved to Southern Ontario to be closer to my daughter and her wife.”
Matthew nodded along. “Nice, nice.”
“Are you here on holiday?”
“No. Exchange actually. For about a year.”
“Oh, so are you at the university just down the road?”
Matthew nodded, weight being lifted with each word. “Yeah. I just wanted to get out and explore the area so I came here.”
The two eventually reached the main street. Or at least what Matthew assumed was something like a main street. There were shops, cafes, all things he could check out. The man pointed towards some shops he liked to browse, a cafe that he stated served the best scones, and the waterfront where he liked to sit and read.
“Will you be good from here?” The man asked.
“I think so. Thank you for all your help.”
“Oh, here.” The man pulled out a notebook from his pocket and scribbled something onto the page. “My name is Arthur, and if you ever would like to chat or get together for dinner or coffee. Feel free to reach out." Arthur paused for a moment, looking off to the side wistfully. "I…I know it can feel lonely so far from home without knowing anyone around you. And if I can alleviate some of that…”
Matthew took the paper and stared down at it in awe. “Thank you…that means a lot actually.”
Arthur patted his back. “Now I got groceries to get. Enjoy your adventure lad.”
Matthew smiled softly and nodded before taking off towards the waterfront.
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Royal Red Bros Week 2024 - Day 1
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Prompt: Raining || Myth
Rating: T
Relationship: England + Canada
Word Count: 661
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A Little Mud Never Hurt Anyone
Mattew trudged up to the front door, head hung low. From head to toe, he was covered in mud after an afternoon of playing and getting caught in the rain. Dread had hollowed out his stomach from the moment he began heading home. And now he was here.
Before he could knock, Arthur opened the door, dressed in his coat and hat.
“Oh thank God.” Arthur sighed, pulling Matthew inside. “I was just about to go looking for you.”
“S-Sorry.”
“Don’t be. You’re back. Now let’s get you cleaned up.”
There was no lecture. No berating. Annoyance, yes. But not in the way like it was the end of the world. And he didn’t have to apologize?
As Matthew was lowered into the tub, he whispered out another apology.
“There is nothing to be sorry for lad,” Arthur huffed, scrubbing the soap into his hair. “It’s just dirt.”
“But…B-But…”
“Hm?”
Matthew sunk into the water more. “N-Nothing.”
Arthur muttered something under his breath. Something about a ‘bastard.’ He had made him mad.
“I’m sorry,” Matthew cried. “Please don’t be mad. I’ll clean myself, I won’t play in the mud again I–”
“Stop it, Matthew,” Arthur snapped. He sighed, face softening. “I’m sorry. And I’m not mad at you. Annoyed, yes. But with the constant apologies when you didn’t do anything wrong.”
Arthur rinsed out Matthew’s hair before moving to scrub his body. Matthew fell silent, staring at the shapes the suds made in the water.
“You know…” Arthur whispered, leaning in a little closer for Matthew to hear. “When I was your age. I always loved getting down in the dirt and mud too.”
Matthew looked up, eyes wide. No way Arthur with his pressed coats and fancy top hats and shiny shoes. Arthur who rubbed shoulders with princesses and princes, sailed around on a fancy ship, and talked with a fancy accent.
“Really?” Matthew asked in awe.
“I was a child once too, you know? And…when I would get upset I’d go out and sometimes just lay amongst the grass and dirt. Listen to the wind and the chattering of animals. I could feel the thrum of the earth, and I don’t think I ever felt more connected to the land and the people than in those moments.”
“I’ve felt it too,” Matthew murmured. “I feel less lonely. But also it’s just fun to roll in it. I like the feeling.”
Arthur huffed in amusement. “Is that so? Well, I’m not going to stop you unless I need you clean for that specific day. So don’t ever apologize or give me that kicked puppy over this. Understand?”
Matthew nodded. All cleaned and rinsed, he was lifted out of the tub and wrapped up tightly in a towel.
“All clean and warm?” Arthur asked, rubbing Matthew until he was as dry as he could be.
“Mhm!”
“And much more chipper,” Arthur grinned, “That’s a good lad.”
He got Matthew dressed then scooped him up and took him into the living room to warm up more by the fire.
“Now, dinner should be ready soon, but for right now let’s just make sure you’re warmed up,” Arthur stated, draping a blanket over their legs.
Rain continued to thrum against the window. Matthew found his head bobbing, soothed by the sound. Eventually, it found rest on Arthur’s arm.
“Do you still do it?” He asked quietly.
“What?”
“Lay in the dirt?”
“Oh…” Arthur was quiet for a moment, eyes getting lost in the flames. “Haven’t had the time. And frankly, I’d get funny looks if I–”
“You should come out with me. We can do it in the woods so no one sees.”
“I’ll…think about it…” Arthur hesitated.
Matthew pouted, looking up at Arthur with sparkling blue eyes and quivering lips. Clearly, something he picked up from Alfred.
“Matthew…Ugh. Fine. In a few days, we can go on a picnic and do that. If it’s dry.”
“Okay!” Matthew cheered.
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Today's the day!
Royal Red Bros Week 2024 Prompts
Royal Red Bros Week 2024 will be taking place February 4th-11th.
Day 1 (Feb. 4th): Raining || Myth
Day 2 (Feb. 5th): Lost || Study Abroad/Exchange
Day 3 (Feb. 6th): Spirits/Ghosts || Secrets
Day 4 (Feb. 7th): Thunderstorm || Fairy Tale(s)
Day 5 (Feb. 8th): Badly Injured/Verge of Death || Bonding
Day 6 (Feb. 9th): Getting in Trouble || Drunkenness
Day 7 (Feb. 10th): Sleep Deprived || School AU
Day 8 (Feb. 11th): Free Day
Reminder, you don’t have to do every day, you don’t have to do both prompts, and lastly, late submissions will be accepted throughout the year.
Make sure certain content like gore or other triggering topics are properly tagged.
Also tag your submissions #royalredbrosweek2024 and @royalredbrosweek to make sure I see it! Happy creating
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Only a few days now
Royal Red Bros Week 2024 Prompts
Royal Red Bros Week 2024 will be taking place February 4th-11th.
Day 1 (Feb. 4th): Raining || Myth
Day 2 (Feb. 5th): Lost || Study Abroad/Exchange
Day 3 (Feb. 6th): Spirits/Ghosts || Secrets
Day 4 (Feb. 7th): Thunderstorm || Fairy Tale(s)
Day 5 (Feb. 8th): Badly Injured/Verge of Death || Bonding
Day 6 (Feb. 9th): Getting in Trouble || Drunkenness
Day 7 (Feb. 10th): Sleep Deprived || School AU
Day 8 (Feb. 11th): Free Day
Reminder, you don’t have to do every day, you don’t have to do both prompts, and lastly, late submissions will be accepted throughout the year.
Make sure certain content like gore or other triggering topics are properly tagged.
Also tag your submissions #royalredbrosweek2024 and @royalredbrosweek to make sure I see it! Happy creating
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#hetalia#hws#royal red bros#royalredbrosweek2024#royalredbrosweek#hws canada#hws england#aph canada#aph england
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February is around the corner
Royal Red Bros Week 2024 Prompts
Royal Red Bros Week 2024 will be taking place February 4th-11th.
Day 1 (Feb. 4th): Raining || Myth
Day 2 (Feb. 5th): Lost || Study Abroad/Exchange
Day 3 (Feb. 6th): Spirits/Ghosts || Secrets
Day 4 (Feb. 7th): Thunderstorm || Fairy Tale(s)
Day 5 (Feb. 8th): Badly Injured/Verge of Death || Bonding
Day 6 (Feb. 9th): Getting in Trouble || Drunkenness
Day 7 (Feb. 10th): Sleep Deprived || School AU
Day 8 (Feb. 11th): Free Day
Reminder, you don’t have to do every day, you don’t have to do both prompts, and lastly, late submissions will be accepted throughout the year.
Make sure certain content like gore or other triggering topics are properly tagged.
Also tag your submissions #royalredbrosweek2024 and @royalredbrosweek to make sure I see it! Happy creating
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Royal Red Bros Week 2024 Prompts
Royal Red Bros Week 2024 will be taking place February 4th-11th.
Day 1 (Feb. 4th): Raining || Myth
Day 2 (Feb. 5th): Lost || Study Abroad/Exchange
Day 3 (Feb. 6th): Spirits/Ghosts || Secrets
Day 4 (Feb. 7th): Thunderstorm || Fairy Tale(s)
Day 5 (Feb. 8th): Badly Injured/Verge of Death || Bonding
Day 6 (Feb. 9th): Getting in Trouble || Drunkenness
Day 7 (Feb. 10th): Sleep Deprived || School AU
Day 8 (Feb. 11th): Free Day
Reminder, you don’t have to do every day, you don’t have to do both prompts, and lastly, late submissions will be accepted throughout the year.
Make sure certain content like gore or other triggering topics are properly tagged.
Also tag your submissions #royalredbrosweek2024 and @royalredbrosweek to make sure I see it! Happy creating
@hetaliahappenings @heta-on-the-books
#hetalia#hws#royal red bros#royalredbrosweek2024#royalredbrosweek#hws canada#hws england#aph canada#aph england
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2023 Prompt Voting
The voting is now open. If you don't know the drill. Select as many as you like and the top 14 will be chosen. You have until December 17th to put your votes in.
@heta-on-the-books @hetaliahappenings
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2023 Prompt Voting
The voting is now open. If you don't know the drill. Select as many as you like and the top 14 will be chosen. You have until December 17th to put your votes in.
@heta-on-the-books @hetaliahappenings
#hetalia#royal red bros#royalredbrosweek2024#royalredbrosweek#hws england#aph england#hws canada#aph canada#prompt voting
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Exchange (cause you’re on exchange uwu), food, winter wonderland, blood, borrow
I actually already put Exchange on the list since I tend to add a handful of my own prompts to just give some more options
But I will add the others!
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So, if you don't know, I am currently on exchange and thus, almost forgot about this. I will keep the ask box open for one more night to get at least a few more prompts. Sorry for the delay.
Hello everyone! We're back for another year! Royal Red Bros Week 2024 will be run February 4th-11th.
The ask box is now opened for prompts and will be until November 4th
@heta-on-the-books @hetaliahappenings @hetaliacalendar
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