Fredstick- Frederick Kreiburg x Fortnite Fishstick IDV

True heart

When Frederick woke up, evening was upon him. Lucky for him he didn't have any matches which was a bit of a shame because he wanted to go against wax artist because wax artist mains are actually really cool and you guys should stop being so mean to us. 

He went downstairs to eat, however felt an insatiable fire of inspiration within him. Fishstick had become a muse of some sort, invigorating passion to compose within him. On his way to get some food, he spied Fishstick... he was with Luca. He felt a little jealous actually, despite not forming a relationship with Fishstick yet... It appeared as though Fishstick was teaching Luca a dance... uh, they were flossing. 

Later, Frederick was composing again with new found vigour, it was going swimmingly. The sun set, and he worked by candle light, tirelessly composing his magnum opus, all founded on this infatuation of Fishstick. It was shameful to admit, but the entire time he spent composing this piece, his mind had flooded with Fishstick, so much so that it was impossible for him to stop, he had to accept it, he was developing quite the crush on him.

Eventually he had perfected it, hours of continuous work eloquently tied together into one piece. It was the fastest and cleanest he had ever composed something, and it was quickly becoming his favourite. It brought him solace hearing it. He decided to play it through one last time before retiring for the night, early, in preparation for a match he would have tomorrow in which he was sure to be matched with some idiots who would decide to throw and get chaired at 5 ciphers to beg the hunter to go friendly. He was with Luca, Orpheus and Kreacher, all of which had thrown at least one match with him before. Luca being the worst offender, one time making out with the cipher machine, another time with a bee and the rest of the time thinking the hunter had gone friendly. 

Orpheus on the other hand... well nobody wants to see that. (put your shirt back on stop getting tangled up with the pages of your novel) Although his locker hero antics were quite impressive, although it still was a loss... And then Kreacher... oh how Frederick despised him throwing the entire game to mess about in the basement... 

Truly despicable. 

He tried to ignore this impending doom, and played his piece throughout. It was gorgeous, as ever... but something felt wrong. He sighed and started from the beginning. 

As he played, he began to envision lyrics to go along with it... they seemed to flow out so naturally... they fit perfectly, they filled in the gap. He realised swiftly they weren't in his head... no, someone was singing along. Frederick turned to look behind him and saw Fishstick singing along. His heart stopped. Although his fingers didn't stop playing. He couldn't help but blush profusely. They went together so well... it just felt right. 

He played until the end of the song... that feeling that something was wrong with the piece dissipated, for Fishstick had filled that gap within him... and it almost felt like Fishstick had filled a gap within Frederick... (Not that one you dirty git.) 

'H-how long were you here...?' Frederick asked when the song ended. 

'Not that long... it's pretty tacky wacky, uh, your song... I hope you didn't mind me singing along...'

'No-no! Not at all... I really appreciated it... it went so well together, you're really talented.'

Fishstick sat down next to Frederick. Inexplicably, Frederick's heartrate skyrocketed and he felt Fishstick's leg (flipper...?) touch his own. 

'Awh, thanks bud! You got some super skills too. I'd deffo drop a like!'

'Thanks Fishstick... you're so... sugoi...'

'What...?'

Frederick couldn't beliebe (belieber in 2024, ily justin thanks for hooking me and tyla up on woozworld) he just said that.

'I- my condolences i-!'

Fishstick silenced him by cupping his face with his hand (fin...?). Frederick was speechless. All he could do was look into Fishstick's eyes as he leaned in and they kissed... 

(FREDSTICK FOREVER)