Hi everyone. Here's the first fic for these drabbles. I don't ship this but the almighty Gods of Random Chance decreed that I would write a fic about these two.

I'm mostly writing about the Weston boys (cuz I don't care what anyone says, I LOVED that arc), but if you have a request I could give it a try. I'm not guaranteeing it'll be any good though.

This fic is under the assumption that Violet gets reunited with his friends in the new arc and they don't all end up in prison. Hope you enjoy guys!

Trust:

Amethyst eyes fluttered open, lashes brushed bone white cheeks.

"Hey, hey," Bluewer objected, holding out his hands as Gregory Violet tried to sit up.

"Where-" his voice was husky, Violet swallowed with some difficulty, "where are we?"

"We took you to a hotel to rest, remember? You still haven't recovered from losing so much blood. You've been out for a while." The blue-eyed teen informed him, watching Violet closely.

He handed Violet a glass of water and the darker haired male took it gratefully.

As he raised it to his lips, his sleeve fell down, exposing the needle-marks at his elbow.

As Violet put the glass down Bluewer reached out, looking almost transfixed, and ran his fingers along the bumps.

Violet shivered delicately and, when Bluewer's fingers slid down his arm to his hand, his own fingers flicked out and caught them.

Bluewer looked half shocked at Violet's actions, half at his own.

"Why?" Asked Bluewer, his voice filling the empty air, "why wouldn't you tell us what Blavat was doing to you? After everything we've been through-" he cut himself off and ran the hand not holding Violet's through his hair, mussing his usually perfect brown locks even further.

"I'm sorry. I promised myself I wouldn't do this, especially the second you woke up. I'm just glad you're alright." His voice wavered, "y-you are alright, aren't you?"

All Violet remembered from the last few weeks was blood and death and singing. He felt like crap. But it had been nice, seeing them all so happy. And worth it, worth what had happened to him personally anyway.

He rubbed his hands over his face, "I'm fine. And I'm sorry."

Something hung in the air between them as Violet let his hands fall back onto his lap and Bluewer took one of Violet's hands in his own again.

"Redmond and Greenhill?" Violet asked, noticing for the first time that they were alone.

"Asleep in the next room," Bluewer stood, "I'll go get them, they'll want to know you're awake." He made to leave but Violet still had a hold of his hand, "wait… just a second."

Bluewer stared at him for a second before sitting back down. "If that's what you want."

Violet took Bluewer's other hand in his and, for a few minutes, there was quiet as Bluewer rubbed his thumb back and forth over Violet's hand again and again.

"I'm sorry," Violet said again, "that I didn't tell you guys what was going on. I-I wanted you to be happy."

Bluewer's heart clenched and he squeezed Violet's hand tighter. "I'm sorry," he said, "I should have realized what was happening to you."

Violet didn't know how to reassure the other male that it wasn't his fault, he'd never been good with words. So he just squeezed Bluewer's hand back.

Bluewer pushed his glasses up his nose, partly for something to do, partly so the other male wouldn't see the tears in his eyes. He had failed his friend so badly.

Seeing the look on Bluewer's face Violet tugged the brunet toward him. "It. was," he said slowly. "Not," they inched closer. "Your," their noses touched. "Fault."

Their lips brushed, Violet moved closer. I'm sorry, he said wordlessly as Bluewer sat on the bed beside him. I just wanted to make you happy. His lips pressed against the brunet's again. I love you…

Bluewer gasped and pulled back, Violet buried his fingers in sleek brown hair, holding him there as the two of them studied each other. Violet was prepared for shouting, for accusations of betrayal of trust, of shock, of horror, of disgust.

Bluewer kissed him again.

"Thank God," the brunet said, "I thought that was never going to happen."

Violet blinked, surprised, then smiled.

"For future reference," Bluewer began, his voice crisp but his hands tight on Violet's, "you being alive makes us happy."

"Duly noted," Violet said, a tiny smile still pulling at his lips.

Bluewer kissed him again, "you make me happy."

Violet kissed him back, "duly noted."

Done. I will probably update again in the next few hours and then not update for three years so enjoy my mediocre writing while you can.