#This party is embracing their darker sides and is it healthy? *shrugs*

[willowbirds]

Is Imogen diving head first into the storm and giving in a bad idea? Absolutely.

But am also I excited to see what happens afterwards and does this make sense for the character who is always craving answers? ALSO ABSOLUTELY!

LET THE CHARACTERS PUSH THE BIG RED BUTTONS!!!

[soloragoldsun]

Freezerburn Week- Day 4: Double Date

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite pair of high schoolers!” Yang exclaimed, picking her sister up in a tight hug.

“Hrk! Hi, Yang!” Ruby muttered through gritted teeth, letting out a breath as she was put down.

“Oscar! C’mere, buddy!”

Oscar wisely braced himself before he was pulled into a crushing embrace that left his spine in questionable condition. He stumbled a bit as he was placed back on the ground, and Ruby gently held his shoulders until he got his bearings back. “Ow… Nice to see you again, Yang.”

“If you’re done breaking their poor backs,” Weiss said as she exited the apartment complex and walked over. “Perhaps, you can help with their luggage?”

“What luggage? They only brought a tiny suitcase each, plus a sleeping bag. Not everyone goes as crazy as you do when travelling,” Yang noted, pecking Weiss’s cheek before taking both suitcases out of the car.

“Actually, I also have a cooler in the trunk,” Oscar piped up.

“Ah, right. That’s the veggies for our hot pot party tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah. I got eggplant, cabbage, squash, carrots, potatoes, and sprouts.”

“Sounds good, except for the sprouts,” Yang laughed. “But I fully expect you to devour those on your own, buddy.”

“Hey, sprouts are good if prepared right.”

Ruby was nodding. “Yeah, he kinda sold me on them.”

“Wait, what?” Yang gasped. “My sister is eating sprouts? What is this?!”

“If you cut them in half and fry them in bacon grease, they’re really good!” Ruby insisted.

Weiss frowned. “Doesn’t that take away the nutritional value?”

“Uh, no! No nutrients are zapped from the sprouts. Adding bacon doesn’t equal subtracting healthiness. Come on, Weiss. It’s basic math.” Ruby rolled her eyes.

Oscar snickered, giving his girlfriend a fond look before turning to Weiss. “Oh, is there a gas station nearby? We didn’t see one when we were pulling in.”

“It’s just down the road that way. We can stop there on the way to the butcher’s shop,” Weiss assured him. “For now, let’s get you two settled in.”

The four went up the stairs, and then up several more stairs until they reached the third floor of the complex, where Weiss unlocked the second door down the hallway and invited them in. The interior of the apartment was cozy and clean, with a futon taking up the living space, along with two small armchairs. A table bearing a large pot sat near the kitchen area, which was also in immaculate condition. Lights had been strung along the ceiling to make the place more colorful, and various odds and ends showing signs of Yang and Weiss’s college and fandom-related lives were scattered everywhere.

“Whoa!” Oscar’s eyes lit up as he put his sleeping bag on the ground, noticing a shelf of movies and games. “You have all the Studio Ghibli movies!” He stared at the DVDs. “Oh, Princess Kaguya. I haven’t seen that one yet.”

“Wait until you’re in the mood to bawl your eyes out,” Yang advised, shooting Weiss a glare. “I wasn’t sufficiently warned.”

“Consider it payback for introducing me to Grave of the Fireflies without telling me anything beforehand,” Weiss shot back.

“I really like Pom Poko,” Ruby piped up. “Though, everyone makes fun of it.”

“Most people see the giant tanuki balls, and don’t see anything else,” Yang said with a shrug.

“I don’t get that,” Oscar sighed. “I mean, it’s a bit weird, but it’s part of the lore surrounding tanuki in Japan, and there’s so much more to the movie than just that.”

The four continued to chat amicably as they unpacked Ruby and Oscar’s things. Then, talk went to plans for the weekend.

“So, we still need to get the meat and other stuff for tomorrow’s hot pot,” Weiss said. “And the butcher’s shop is closed on Sunday. We could walk around town a bit, do our shopping, then come back in time to get ready to go clubbing.”

Oscar’s eyes lit up. When planning his and Ruby’s visit to Yang and Weiss’s apartment, each of them had been asked what they wanted to do while there. Ruby, who had been jealous ever since Yang got a double-sided hot pot and hot plate for Christmas, begged to have a hot pot dinner. Oscar, whose social experiences were limited to pumpkin picking on his farm and the lame high school homecoming dances, wanted to go dancing in an actual college town.

“So, my age won’t be an issue?” he asked. While Ruby was eighteen and wouldn’t have any trouble getting into the clubs, he had only recently turned seventeen.

“Nah. There are some clubs that won’t let you in, but I did my homework,” Yang assured him. “There are enough clubs to last us several nights. You’ll just get two exes on your hand instead of one.”

“I can deal with that.”

The four went into town next. After filling Ruby’s car for the drive home on Monday morning, the group went to the butcher’s shop for beef, then the grocery store for shrimp and crab stick.

“I wish we could get more variety,” Weiss muttered.

“Hey, we’re on a college budget,” Yang reminded her. “This is pretty good, all things considered. Besides, most of our weekend money just went toward the soup ingredients.” They would probably be eating mostly potatoes until their next pay day, not that Ruby and Oscar would ever know that.

“Still worth it, though,” Weiss said, watching Ruby and Oscar with a smile. The two were looking at the large salmons on display, and Ruby was talking excitedly about how Taiyang would sometimes smoke salmon and other fish during the summer.

“Definitely.” Yang looped an arm around Weiss’s waist, hugging her briefly before calling to her sister.

As they walked to the checkout, she couldn’t help but notice how domestic this felt. Sure, she and Weiss had been living together since the beginning of their junior year, and they did nearly everything together from cleaning to shopping, but there was something special about this. Maybe it was the fact that they were technically preparing for their first real dinner party together, even if that party only included two more people.

She found herself imagining living in a nice house with Weiss post-graduation, having a huge holiday dinner with their combined families (minus Weiss’s asshole of a father, of course). Qrow and Winter were glaring lightning bolts at each other while Taiyang sat between them, masterfully keeping the peace. An older Whitley, who had managed to distance himself from his father by this point, was opening up to Ruby’s relentless kindness and even laughing a bit. Meanwhile, Yang was in the kitchen, preparing a kick-ass turkey while Weiss mixed drinks and the two kept smiling at each other over their shoulders. It was a pretty nice image.

Speaking of nice images, Weiss looked drop-dead gorgeous whenever she dressed up to go clubbing!

There was a handful of clothing items that Weiss had gathered since moving out of her father’s house that were reserved purely for casual, fun situations, and Yang loved it when she wore them. Not only did Weiss look amazing, but she always loosened up in a way she rarely ever did whenever she went to the clubs.

That night, the ensemble consisted of pale blue tights, a jean skirt that was shorter than anything she would have considered wearing a few years ago, a darker blue tank top, and a short jean jacket that had come with the skirt. She also wore a few silver bangles, and a blue choker Ruby had given her for her birthday.

Yang had decided to go with her favorite black short-shorts, a ripped yellow tee-shirt worn over a black tank, and black fingerless gloves with studs on the back.

Ruby had gone with her usual look: black tights, red and black skirt, and one of her rose-printed tee-shirts, though she did have a spiked wrist cuff that had clearly come from Spencer’s.

Oscar was wearing a black tee with a giant skull on it (also obviously from Spencer’s) with gray cargo shorts that bore a single silver chain going from one pocket to the other. He had also tied an orange bandana around his neck and was wearing a spiked wrist cuff that matched Ruby’s. He looked freaking adorable, and Yang had to bite her lip in order to keep from saying so.

The first club was a goth place that let people in for free on Saturdays as long as they were dressed the part. Thankfully, they were pretty lax and considered the spiked cuffs, studded gloves, and choker to be goth enough. Oscar and Ruby both got stamped, and they hurried in.

Oscar openly gaped at the neon-lit bar, the people stumbling about, and the loud bass music coming from the nearby dance area. “Okay, this is nothing like homecoming.”

Yang ruffled his hair. “Welcome to adult partying, kiddo. Have fun. Just make sure to keep hydrated.”

“And stay together at all times,” Weiss added firmly. “Our phones are on, so find us if you need anything, or if you want to leave.”

“Got it,” Ruby held up her phone with a grin.

The four stayed together for a half hour of dancing, during which time Yang and Weiss learned that Ruby and Oscar could absolutely not dance to save their lives. Then again, neither could most of the people there.

Eventually, Yang and Weiss retired to the bar while Ruby and Oscar got a quick drink of water before going back to dancing. Yang ordered a rum and coke while Weiss got a Dirty Shirly.

After taking a sip, Yang cast Weiss a sidewise smile. “Hey, gorgeous. You come here often, or am I just lucky?”

Weiss smirked, immediately going into character. “I come here on occasion, though I’m not sure what you mean by ‘lucky.’” She sipped her drink, giving Yang a coy glance.

“Getting a look at those beautiful eyes, of course,” Yang said with a dashing grin.

Weiss suppressed a giggle, though her cheeks turned a definite shade of pink. “Are you sure it’s my eyes you’re looking at?” she asked in an overly-prim voice.

“Among other things, yeah,” Yang answered smoothly. She spun around on her stool and rested her elbow on the bar. She cocked her head, her dazzling grin still in place. “What about you? See anything you like?”

Weiss made a show of eying Yang up and down, resting her chin on her hand as she did so. “Hm. Perhaps. What would it matter if I did?”

Yang leaned closer, her lavender eyes glinting conspiratorially. “Well, I got a pretty sweet pad not far from here. Perfect for entertaining a lovely lady, such as yourself. What do you say? Wanna get out of here?”

Unable to hold it together any longer, Weiss burst out laughing. Yang quickly followed, the two dissolving into mirth, putting their drinks down to keep from spilling.

“It’s no wonder I’m your first girlfriend,” Weiss gasped. “You are awful at flirting!”

“Hey! I am freaking amazing, and you know it!” Yang huffed. “And Blake was my girlfriend in high school for, like, a month! That counts!”

“Oh, please.” Weiss rolled her eyes. “‘Getting a look at those beautiful eyes?’ That is the corniest thing I’ve ever heard!”

“Shut up, you love it!” Yang elbowed Weiss gently, snickering as she took a sip of her rum and coke, which was starting to go flat. She poured more coke into it before gulping it down.

It was nice to relax and go drinking, especially now that their exams were over. As a rule, due to the history of alcoholism in both of their families, they didn’t keep booze in the house. They only drank in social situations, and only got drunk at parties and weddings. So far, they were doing pretty well. Neither one planned on getting overly drunk while they had Ruby and Oscar to mind, of course.

“I may take you up on your offer,” Weiss said as she finished her own drink. “Once our guests go home.” She winked before putting enough money for both of their drinks on the bar, grabbing Yang’s hand, and leading her back toward the dance floor.

They were making their way to Ruby and Oscar, when they saw someone else get there first. It was a college-aged boy who was clearly inebriated, and who started dancing a little too obscenely and a little too close to Ruby. Oscar quickly put himself between the larger boy and his girlfriend, and the two moved to a different part of the dance floor. When the college boy tried to follow, he found himself blocked by Yang and Weiss.

“Aren’t those kids a bit young for you?” Yang growled, her eyes taking on a reddish tinge.

“And no, that wasn’t an offer from us,” Weiss clarified. “Shoo,” she said, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture.

The guy took a step forward, paused, glanced at Yang’s clenched fists and obvious muscles, and thought better of it. With a shrug, he walked off, stumbling a bit on his way back to the bar.

Yang turned to Ruby and Oscar, who were gazing at her and Weiss like they were the coolest people on the planet. “And now you’ve both had your first Club Creep,” she said. “In the future, if Weiss or I aren’t around, look for the nearest bartender or bouncer. Got it?”

“Oh, we know!” Oscar insisted. “We were just about to go to the bar when you two showed up.”

Ruby shrugged. “I could’ve taken him. I’ve been taking self-defense classes. My hand-to-hand is getting pretty good.”

“Hopefully, you won’t ever have to use it.” Yang ruffled her sister’s hair affectionately. “So, want to hit another place? There’s a club nearby that’s having a Gay Night as well as a drag show in another half hour.”

“Yeah!” Oscar said eagerly.

“Let’s go!” Ruby insisted.

The four ended up visiting three clubs overall before Weiss noticed Oscar stumbling with exhaustion and called it a night. Even though both she and Yang were fairly tipsy by this point, they ended up supporting Ruby and Oscar during most of the walk home. Everyone was so tired, they fell asleep almost immediately, Ruby on the futon, Oscar on top of his sleeping bag, and Yang and Weiss in their shared bed.

They were slow to wake up the next day, with Weiss waking up first at noon and showering immediately. Next came Oscar, then Ruby, and finally Yang. Once everyone was awake, they had a light late breakfast at Weiss’s favorite coffee shop. Though they were hungry, they carefully avoided eating too much in anticipation for the hot pot meal that night.

Back at the apartment, Weiss set to work preparing two hot pot broths, one spicy, one not. Ruby openly gaped at her.

“I can’t believe it!” she gasped. “The person who set our oven on fire is being allowed to cook without supervision!”

Weiss rolled her eyes. “That was one time, and it happened several years ago,” she huffed. “I’ve gotten better since then.”

“If there aren’t any fires, I’ll believe you.” Ruby’s nose wrinkled as she watched Weiss sauté the peppers and spices. “That’s a lot of spice.” She also detected a burning aroma from where Yang was prepping a pot of hot oil.

“Don’t worry, sis. That’s why the pot is two-sided. And we got sesame sauce, soy sauce, oyster sauce, and sesame oil for dipping.” Yang took a taste of the hot oil, grinning as her tongue was immediately numbed. “Perfect!”

“I can chop up the vegetables, if you want,” Oscar offered.

“Go for it,” Yang said. “Ruby, can you get the meat?”

Ruby obeyed, looking skeptically at the plate of shrimp. “Are you sure we don’t peel it before cooking?”

“Completely,” Weiss assured her. “You cook them in the soup, suck out the head, then peel the rest before dipping.”

Yang snickered. “Yeah, sis. That’ll be the only head you ever suck, amirite?”

Ruby groaned. “Again, with the ace jokes!” She elbowed her sister and smiled to show that she didn’t actually mind.

Dinner was a long and very fun affair, and there was more than enough food to go around. Yang, of course, ate a good amount of beef, as well as the eggplant. Weiss enjoyed the potatoes and mussels. Ruby went for the beef, as well as many of the vegetables. Oscar mostly ate the vegetables and shrimp. He and Ruby decimated the sprouts. Eventually, Yang relented and tried one. After cooking it in the spicy broth and dipping it in some sesame sauce, she begrudgingly admitted that it tasted pretty good.

After cleaning up, the four were pleasantly drowsy, but not ready to go to sleep just yet. So, Yang broke out the sodas and popcorn and put in Spirited Away. She and Weiss made it to the end, while Ruby and Oscar fell asleep halfway through. Carefully, the older girls got up and rearranged the two kids so that they were lying fully on the futon. Ruby mumbled something in her sleep and cuddled closer to Oscar, who smiled slightly at whatever he was dreaming about.

Yang had to cover her mouth to keep from squealing. “They are so adorable! I can’t!”

Weiss smiled fondly. “They certainly are.” She pulled the blanket over the two, turned off the television, and took their copy of Castle in the Sky from the shelf. “Want to continue this in our room?”

Yang grinned. “Definitely!”

The two cuddled together in their bed, Weiss’s laptop propped up on both of their laps as they started the movie. Weiss nuzzled against Yang’s shoulder, smiling as Yang kissed the top of her head and hugged her closer with one arm. A half hour later, she was sound asleep.

Yang carefully folded the laptop and placed it to the side before maneuvering herself and Weiss into a lying-down position. Pulling her girlfriend close, she shut her eyes and let out a contented sigh. Normally, she’d entertain a sappy thought or two concerning her girlfriend, her sister, Oscar, or a combination of the above factors, but she fell asleep too quickly for even that.

~

I thought I’d give you a nice side of Rose Garden with your @freezerburn-week entry today! I seriously can’t get enough of my adorable babies!

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[bazypitchandsimonsnow]

Furry Little Friend

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff

Word Count:  1682

Summary:  Simon and Baz decide to get a new addition to their household. Based on "adopting a pet" prompt from anonymous

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AN:  This was great to write. Two of my favourite things in the world, snowbaz and kittens! Thank you to the prompter of this, because it gave me something really fun to do while staying up all night. Enjoy this tooth rotting fluff, everyone :)

Baz

“Hey, Baz?”

My head snaps up. Snow sits across me at our puny excuse for a dining room table. He’s tracing circles on the wood surface, looking at his fingers. But his eyes are somewhere else.

“Yes, love?”

“What do you think about pets?”

I make a “hm” sound and shrug (I’ve picked up Snow’s habits). “Honestly, I have no opinion. I’ve never had one. Father and Daphne don’t like animals. Plus, the twins are both horribly allergic. Why do you ask?”

Snow shrugs, playing with his broccoli disinterestedly. “I don’t know. I’ve always imagined what it’d be like to have one. A little furry friend to cuddle with. It’d be nice, right?”

I smirk. “Are my cuddles not enough, Snow?”

He rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Oh please, darling, you know what I mean. It’s just a thought.”

The corner of my lip pulls up. “M-hm. Alright.”

Simon gives me glare. He knows just as well that his “just a thought”s can become a lot more. He returns to eating his food. I reach out my bare foot towards him, running a toe up and down his ankle. I see a little smile play on his lips. Merlin, I love him.

“Baz, look at this!”

I put down my book as Snow shoves his tablet in my face. “Crowley, hold your horses, Snow.”

It’s the North London Adoption Centre site. And there’s a huge page filled with pictures of tiny furry adorable kittens and cats. With big eyes and fluffy tails. Snow reaches over and and scrolls down. There’s every kind you could think of. Tabby, marmalade, black, grey, calico. All very adorable. My eyes go a bit wide.

“My my,” I say, “that’s quite a few cats.”

“I know right?” Snow says with awe. “There are so many! And they all need homes.”

I flick my gaze down to him. It’s been two days since he mentioned the idea of a pet. And it seems the idea has not left his head. He’s got a sly smile. “You don’t need to play coy, Simon. I know what you’re getting at .”

He sighs. “So what do you think of them?”

I scoff a bit under my breath. “Does it matter? You seem to have made up your mind.”

He furrows his brow and frowns. “Of course it does! We’re together, and this is our apartment, our life. So what do you think about it?”

Aleister Crowley, he’s fantastic. His ridiculously big, considerate heart knows no bounds. I’ve been party to it for four years now. And his compassionate and caring nature still makes me so damn happy.

I reach out and brush some of his bronze curls out of his freckled face. I smile as softly as I can. “I think we should make a trip to North London this weekend. That alright with you?”

He grins and hugs my torso. I put down the tablet and hug him back. “Absolutely.”

We just sit there for a bit, enjoying each other’s embrace. Eventually Simon pulls away with a big open mouthed grin on his face.

“We’re going to have a fur baby!” he yells, throwing his arms up for flourish

I groan and hold my head in my hands. “Bloody hell, don’t say it like that.”

The tube ride is quite nerve racking. This is a big thing in reality. A big step, a big responsibility.

So we’re both anxious, though Snow shows it more in his body, as always. His leg is shaking and he’s chewing his nails. He hasn’t done that for months. It worries me. I reach out and take his hand, removing it from the abuse of his teeth. I lace our fingers together. I immediately see some of the tension release from his body. He looks over at me, blue eyes soft and grateful. He lays his head on my shoulder, and doesn’t move it until we get off.

The Adoption Centre looks like any other London building. Thin and tall, squished together with other storefronts. There’s some scaffolding in front, but a large sign assures us it’s still open. We give each other one last reassuring look, and stroll in.

“Hello! Welcome to the North London Adoption Centre.” A nice smiling lady greets us. Her name tag reads Janice. Simon immediately reaches out and shakes her hand.

“Hi! I’m Simon, and this is my boyfriend, Baz.”

I nod to her. “Good day.”

Simon takes my hand and squeezes lightly. “We’re looking to adopt a cat.”

Janice chuckles. “Well, you’ve come to the right place. Let me show you our furry residents.”

She leads us down to a row of cat carriers. Most of the cute kitties look at us from inside their carpeted cages. Simon’s mouth hangs open in awe.

“Now,” Janice says, “what kind of cat are you looking for?”

“A cat one?” Simon says cheekily. I elbow his side.

“We want a friendly one,” I say. “One who isn’t afraid of people, a lap cat if you will. Also healthy. I read you’re supposed to look for clear eyes to make sure of that.” Of course I did my research. I always like to be prepared.

Janice nods. “I see. Well, I can show you our newest kittens. They’re very sweet. C’mere.”

She takes us to a larger crate. We kneel down to the ground. There’s a whole litter in there. They’re a mix of light brown tabbies and gingera. My heart flutters. I’m not immune to the adorableness of kittens, I’ll admit that. (I’m dead, not heartless.) Simon most certainly isn’t either. He looks like he’s about to melt into a puddle. Janice opens the the door and tries to coax out one of the furballs. Most slink back. But one steps out.

It’s a ginger one. Light orange around most of it’s body, with darker stripes all around. It’s big pale blue eyes stare up at us. Simon turns to Janice.

“May I?” he says.

“By all means,” she replies.

Simon reaches out to the kitten. It sniffs his fingers, then rubs up against him. I can hear it purring very loudly. Snow cups it’s little face.

“What’s it’s name?” I ask.

“Well, we’ve just been calling her Fuzz, but obviously the name can be changed,” Janice says.

I reach out to Fuzz as well. She nuzzles the back of my palm, seemingly unbothered by my naturally low body temperature. “She’s quite affectionate, I see.”

Janice nods with a smile. “Yes, she is. And she seems to like you two.”

I flick my eyes over to Snow, one eyebrow raised and smirking. “Yes, she does.”

Snow smirks back. This is one of those times when we don’t need to say anything to know what the other is thinking. Bunce calls it “lovey dovey telepathy”. A ridiculous name. I just love that Simon and I can speak without words.

“We’ll take her,” we say at the same time.

Turns out Fuzz hates travelling in cat crates. We’re taking a cab home, and she will not stop yelling her tiny head off.

“I don’t know what’s got her bothered,” Simon sighs, “she was fine at the Centre.”

I shrug. “Maybe it’s the movement. I mean, I would be quite surprised if I was suddenly racing about with no explanation.”

Snow reaches his hand into cage, stroking Fuzz with two fingers. She immediately calms down and starts purring like a happy jet engine.

“There there, fuzzy girl,” he whispers. “It’s alright.”

I reach my own fingers in. I feel her rub against my knuckles, her purr vibrating through my bones. It’s one of the most adorable, comforting things I’ve ever experienced.

We reach the flat quickly, thank Merlin. Snow carries the crate, and I carry the bags of supplies we picked up. Toys, dishes, food, litter, and everything else a tiny cat needs. Snow places the carrier on the floor and opens it up. Slowly, Fuzz walks out. She takes stock of her new home. Padding across the laminate floors, sniffing every sniffable thing in site.

I set the shopping bags on the table. Simon is absolutely transfixed by the sight of the little animal. I walk to him, putting an arm around his shoulders.

“We have a cat,” I sigh.

“Yeah,” he says softly. “But you know, I’m not really feeling the name Fuzz.”

I nod. “Agreed. Got something in mind, Simon?”

He turns to me with the world’s biggest shit eating grin. “I was thinking, Cherry.”

I groan, and he laughs. I grip his shoulder a bit, pulling him closer. “Of course, you scone fiend.”

“Well it makes sense! She’s ginger, which is close to red, and cherries are red.”

I cock an eyebrow. “That’s quite a logical work around there, love.”

He shrugs. “We can call her something else, if you like.”

“No, no,” I say as I shake my head. “Cherry is a very good name. Though, I think her middle name should be Kishi.”

Snow is taken aback a bit. “Kishi? Where on Earth did that come from.”

“Ever heard of Kishi Bashi?” Snow stares at me blankly. I sigh. “Kishi Bashi is a violinist, and one of my personal favourites. So I think if you pick Cherry, a name from something you love, then I can pick from something I love.”

Simon’s mouth blooms into a smile. He lays his head on my shoulder and grabs my hand. “I like that. Cherry Kishi Snow-Pitch.”

I watch as Cherry kneads the sofa with her little paws. She turns to us and mews, staring at us with her beautiful blue eyes. I smile. “Cherry Kishi Snow-Pitch it is, then.”

Cherry falls asleep between us that night. Simon manages to pet her into coma. He drifts off with a smile, one hand on her and one loosely holding mine. I’m awake, just looking at the two of them. It really hits me now, more than ever. Here I am, lying with Simon Snow, in our bed, in our flat, with our cat.

Aleister Crowley, I’m living a charmed life.

Bonus Texts: Simon: Heyyyyy Penny. Me and Baz got a cat. Her name is Cherry Kishi Snow-Pitch and shes gr8t and super cute and fluffy. Btw we still having dinner next week rite? Penny: YOU AND BAZ DID WHAT?!

I had too much fun writing this haha. I do have a cat. Her name is Saffron “Saffy” Elijah Liberty Bell (long story, weird family, don’t ask). She hates cat carriers too, and I can pet her into a coma occasionally, but she is definitely not a lap cat. Actually she hates almost everyone. We have that in common lol. 

But yeah, I truly believe Simon and Baz would get a cat like a pair of old queens and treat her like a princess. Simon would be way more openly affectionate than Baz, but Baz would be just as caring and overprotective. Cherry would be so pampered :D

Sidenote: North London Adoption Centre is a real place, and I have no idea how it looks on the inside, but I guessed. Hopefully I did it justice. And I hope you all liked this fic :)