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bueckerrss · 11 months ago

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P.S. I still love you

pairing: chris x fem ! reader

-> warnings: cursing, angst. i think that’s it sorry in advance 😔. slightly short

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dear y/n,

it’s been a year already can you believe that? it feels like we met just yesterday at a random party i was invited to and to think i was going to skip it because i had a meeting the next day, i remember how i accidentally bumped into you causing you to spill your drink on yourself god i felt so bad watching you try to dry it off i just kept apologizing and you said it was fine but that still didn’t stop me from feeling bad.

i remember that after that party we became great friends and how inseparable we were, remember that one time when we sat up on your roof drinking sodas (considering we were both underage and hated drinking) watching the sunset that’s the day i realized that i loved you and wanted to be with you forever.

remember that time we went to the park with cat (absolute insane name for a dog by the way) then somehow his leash came off making us chase him around the whole park but before we caught him you tripped causing me to fall on top of you making us laugh uncontrollably for about five minutes, that was one of my favorite moments together (out of so many of course)

do you remember when we tried giving cat a bath? that motherfucker couldn’t stay in the bathtub for more than two seconds especially since he was a very hyper dog, i remember when he first jumped out you tried running after him but accidentally slipped on the bar of soap making you fall into the water, bubbles in your hair drenched in dirty dog water and yet i still thought you were the most beautiful girl i ever saw.

remember on our two year anniversary i took you to france for a week? gosh i was so nervous the day i gave you the tickets since you “never liked me spending money on you” but at the end you absolutely loved the trip especially that special dinner we went to where i gave you the necklace you’ve been wanting for weeks, i’ll never forget the look on your face when you saw the necklace it made me feel like i fulfilled my purpose as your boyfriend.

one of the memories that brings a big smile to my face is when i remember the day nick and matt met you for the first time they were so excited because i would never shut up about you and how great you were so when they finally got to meet the reason for my happiness it was awesome, having you all getting along was amazing i loved how they accepted you with open arms, the thing i hated was how nick would always steal you from me but i forgave him when i found out you two had a lot in common more than you and me i got a little jealous but opposites attract or whatever they say.

i loved when we would go sit in your car watching the sunset or sunrise while talking about our future, i loved the way your nose would scrunch every time you laughed or smiled, i absolutely adored your voice and how your voice sounded like honey in the early morning when you would wake me up.

i loved how much you helped matt when he had any problems or questions about anything and how you never made him feel dumb for it, that’s one of the many things i loved about you how you helped others and never made them fell stupid for the questions they asked.

i loved the way you would talk to little kids, how caring you were for them and it always made me think of how an amazing mother you would’ve been.

you know matt and nick still talk about you, same with my mom and dad they all miss you even trev misses you he always sits or lays down in your spot on my bed, fuck we all miss you y/n especially me, we had a lot of plans together we had so many ideas for our future! i even bought a stupid ring that i was going to give to you on our fifth year anniversary which is tomorrow but sadly not everything goes according to plan.

but i know that you’re no longer in pain and in a better place, you probably won’t read this stupid letter but thank you for giving me the best years of my life and giving me amazing memories that i will cherish for as long as i live.

sincerely,

ta chérie.

P.S. I still love you.

with that the boy folded up the letter placing it in an envelope tears streaming down his face but what he didn’t know was that the love of his life was there watching him write that letter with tears running down her face as she smiled sadly at him, she never got to tell him everything she wanted or the fact that they had a baby on the way.

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i cried a few times while writing this um it’s mostly based off of a movie i saw a few years ago that randomly hit me (movie: P.S. I Love You) also idk why but the songs i was listening to while writing this were depressing so that didn’t help at all but i hope you enjoyed this and pls don’t hate me 😔

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tags: @sturnioloslurps @sturniolos-blog

#nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #fanfic #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut

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buckysgrace · 1 month ago

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Twinkling Lights

12 Days of Christmas

1992

Billy

Christmas lights were twinkling in the room, bouncing off the walls as music from the radio rang through the living room. He had picked up countless ornaments as the cats seemed to enjoy knocking them off, like they were trying to give Cherry something new to chew on.

“Let me see that,” He said gently as he pried it from her hands, wondering where she got her strong grip from, “That’s yucky.” He said as he wrinkled his nose, wiping the ornament clean before he hung it back up.

She giggled loudly, wiggling her feet as her blue eyes remained locked on the Christmas tree. She liked everything about it. She hummed to the music, swayed back and forth to the beat, stared at the twinkling lights and tried her damndest to crawl up the tree like the cats.

“Mhm,” He responded as he picked her up from the floor, pulling her shirt down over her tummy that was sticking out, “I’m glad you think it’s funny.” He told her gently, giving her a little bounce in his arms.

It still didn’t feel real to him that he had a daughter. A child. A piece of him and Kim. It was odd to think about, even weirder that it was true. He had never felt so protective over someone before, in a completely different manner than he felt with Kim.

“Do you want to go see what your mommy is doing?” He asked, gaining a little squeak in response. She was a bit of a talker at this age, constantly gurgling and doing her best to repeat words back. She was learning.

He carried her down the hallway, carefully moving out of the way as Pearl danced between his legs. He sighed as he took a quick pit stop, filling up their food bowl before he headed back to the room.

She sat on the floor, surrounded by pictures and various different cardboard colors. She was slouched over, her legs crossed as she examined the items in front of her once again.

“How does this one look?” Kim asked, her hair pulled out of her face as she held another picture up, “Or this one?” She asked as she held both pictures up. They were both from a few weeks ago when they had taken Cherry to meet Santa. She had done good, really well. She was all gummy smiles and excited eyes.

“What is it for?” He asked as he touched both of the pictures, smiling at the memory. He glanced towards Cherry in his arms, wondering how she already looked bigger than the pictures. He didn’t want her to get any bigger. He wanted her to be his baby forever.

“I’m finishing the photo album for my mom,” She replied, pressing her lips together as she looked down at it thoughtfully, “I like them all so much.” She replied brightly, looking happy as she flipped through the pages for him.

“Put them all in there.” He replied with a little shrug, feeling like Susan wouldn’t mind. He supposed it could be a nice gesture from them.

“I won’t have enough room.” She pouted her lips out as she looked at the pages again, trying to squeeze both of the pictures onto the page. He shifted Cherry in his arms, taking a seat on the floor next to Kim.

“How many pictures are you putting in there?” He asked curiously, sure that the book was so full and thick that it would burst. Cherry wiggled in his arms, sticking her feet out as she looked around curiously.

“She’s so damn cute,” She replied with a laugh, “It was hard to pick a select few. I like all of them.” She shrugged her shoulders as she held out a few more pictures, making him chuckle softly. He guessed that she had a point.

“Hear that?” He asked as he bounced Cherry, earning a little giggle from her, “She says you’re cute. Can you believe that?” He grinned as he dropped his face down, brushing his nose against hers softly.

“Da-da!” She squeaked as she brushed her chubby hands across his cheeks. He grinned, pulling away as she began to gnaw on his cheek.

“Rude of her,” Kim hummed as she turned away, “You think you know someone.” She replied teasingly, biting back her own smile. Cherry turned her attention towards her, tilting her head in confusion.

“She’ll say your name before you know it.” He teased, pulling Cherry back before she could stick one of the photos into her mouth. He gently took it from her fingers, earning a grunt of protest from her.

“Is she hungry?” Kim asked as she turned her attention towards them, giving her feet a little squeeze, “I figured you’d wake her up.”

“I didn’t wake her up,” He scoffed, “She just happened to be waking up when I walked by.” He defended himself as he brushed his fingers through her red curls. She glanced up at him, blue eyes shining in amusement.

“Mhm,” She grinned, “You hungry?” She asked as she leaned over, giving his lips a brief kiss, “I think we can make sandwiches or a frozen pizza.” She stated, her eyebrows wrinkling together as she thought about it. He grinned.

“I’ll take the sandwich.” He told her seriously, nodding his head as he thought about it. Frozen pizzas only sounded good once in a while. Not today. He was content with stuffing his face tonight.

“Figures,” She giggled as she placed another kiss to the corner of his mouth, “I’ll put this away later.” She reassured him, gesturing towards her mess on the floor.

“Oh, I’m sure.” He teased her, sure that she would. But he still liked to pick on her and her messes that she left behind. She had become a lot neater recently, in all fairness. He watched as she stood, holding onto Cherry gently before she reached for Kim.

“I will,” She grinned as she picked Cherry up, accepting the way she buried her face into her chest, “But I want a sandwich. Food is important.” She giggled as she kissed across Cherry’s cheeks, earning a little giggle from her.

“Mhm,” He nodded along, pushing himself up off of the floor, “Very important. What kind of sandwich do you want?” He asked her, placing a hand on her lower waist as they walked out towards the kitchen.

“Just turkey and cheese,” She replied as she nodded her head, “Maybe I’ll venture out and try some mayo on it.”

“Hilarious.”

They went to their parents for dinner that night, saving themselves from hosting and cooking in their own home. Plus, Rosemary liked to do all of that anyways. They’d have enough to do when they got back and had to wrap all of the presents tonight.

“She’s so cute in her little dress,” Rosemary cooed as she held Cherry up proudly, grinning from ear to ear, “She looks like a little elf.” She teased as she fussed with her dress again, earning a little squeal from her.

“Isn’t it cute?” Kim asked, grinning as she tried to fix her hat on Cherry’s head again, “She should be out making Christmas presents.” She teased, giving her little curls a twist with her fingers.

“Child labor,” Sam nodded his head along, “It’s good to start them early.” He grinned from ear to ear, accepting the way that she held her fist out and squeezed his finger. Billy was glad they weren’t the only ones smitten with her.

“She’s too cute to do that,” He hummed as he dipped down, giving her forehead a little kiss, “Look at her tiny hands. She’d get hurt.” He chuckled softly, knowing he couldn’t handle it if anything bad happened to his little girl. He couldn’t live with himself.

Sam and Rosemary gifted her various clothes and toys. They also gifted him a new pair of shoes, socks and a knife set that he had been wanting. Kim got a handful of new clothes, some new makeup and a new bracelet. She seemed happy with it and so was he. Even though he was more interested in crawling around with Cherry on the floor. She was more interesting than the presents anyway.

Which was where he ended up when they arrived back home, sprawled on the floor while Cherry continually brought him toys back and forth. Occasionally she’d stall and try and go after the cats, but they were much too quick for her to grab.

“Billy,” Kim hummed softly, squeezing his bicep to get his attention, “Do you realize this is our first Christmas in our home? Like, just us.” She asked as she leaned over him, resting her chin on his arm.

“I did,” He nodded in agreement, “It feels weird, doesn’t it?” He questioned her, furrowing his eyebrows together as he thought about it. One day when Cherry was old enough they’d have to do everything here. It was odd.

“But nice,” She said gently a second later, “She’s such a good baby.” She smiled as she held her hand out, accepting the little rattle that Cherry tossed to her.

“She gets that from you.” He told her honestly, figuring that he would give them a brattier child. But she was sweet, soft. He liked that a lot.

“I will accept that,” She replied with a little grin, “She’s easily amused.” She mused as she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder as Cherry continued to stare at the Christmas lights.

“Should we make her stop?” He asked a second later, leaning forward to pick her up. Cherry squeaked in protest, bringing her fingers up to her mouth, “I mean, is it bad for her eyes?” He wondered out loud, slightly fearing that they might be hurting her eyesight.

“Maybe,” Kim nodded along, “At least it’s not the sun.” She smiled as she leaned over, giving Cherry a little kiss on top of her head. She giggled in response, grinning brightly and showing off the single tooth in her mouth.

“Someone should be getting sleepy.” He replied gently, brushing his hands across her tummy and earning a loud squeal. She was getting ticklish.

“She’s hyper,” She hummed, “She got to go to nana and papa’s and play, didn’t you?” Kim asked, earning a little nod from the baby.

“Mhm.”

“What if we rock in the chair?” He asked as he lifted her into his arms, “And mama can read to us?” He asked, enjoying the delight that spread across her features.

“Oh I get to read?” She teased him, “And you get to snuggle the baby. Totally fair.” She pressed her lips together in a teasing manner. He thought it was only fair, she got to see Cherry more often throughout the week than he did.

“You should’ve had twins,” He joked right back with her, “That would’ve been a lot easier.” He added, watching the way her hazel eyes widened in disbelief. It wasn’t the first time he had suggested that and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. He was sure that they could handle two.

“You’re funny,” She mused as she crawled onto the couch with them, linking their ankles together, “What would we have named them?” She asked seriously as she pulled the picture book open, looking away thoughtfully.

“Your mind was on fruits,” He teased softly, “Maybe grape. Or lemon.” He added as he nudged her shoulder, letting Cherry curl into his arms.

“You’re asking for it,” She laughed as she flicked her eyes down to the first word, “And Cherry was all your fault.” She reminded him, making him roll his eyes playfully. She wasn’t ever going to let him live down the little nickname. Even though it had worked out pretty well.

He woke up before both of them, taking the time to savor a quick smoke break with his morning coffee before he ensured all of the presents were accounted for. Kim stumbled awake not much longer, groggily doing her hair and brushing her teeth before she collapsed next to him on the couch.

She curled up to his side, mumbling something about The Grinch before she was out again, slumbering softly for another thirty minutes while he busied himself with the newspaper. There wasn’t much interesting written in it, but he enjoyed the feeling of her snuggling up to him.

Cherry was still asleep by the time Kim woke up, but their patience had worn thin. He worked on getting her bottle ready while she got Cherry ready for their gift opening. Even though she looked more grumpy than happy. She liked her sleep.

“Oh look,” Kim grinned as she held Cherry up, showing off the tree that was filled with presents underneath, “Santa came!” She shouted happily, giving her a little bounce as Cherry grumbled in response.

“She looks sleepy.” He chuckled as he moved Cherry’s hair off of her forehead, earning a huff from her. She was cranky, not interested in her bottle or her pacifier. She clearly wanted to go back to sleep.

“She’s slept all morning,” She pouted her lips out, “Should we wait?” She asked, looking unsure as he glanced back towards the tree. There were a few presents he really wanted her to open. And Cherry was still a baby. She wouldn’t remember.

“No,” He responded, easily able to tell that she looked excited to get started, “She’ll probably wake up once we get started.” He reasoned, setting his coffee cup down before he moved to grab his video recorder.

“What are you doing?” She asked him curiously as she sat down, letting Cherry sink down to where she had her legs crossed. The back of her head hit Kim’s knee as she sighed deeply, looking like she was seconds from falling asleep.

“Recording it,” He replied with a shrug of his shoulders, “I want to look back at it one day.” He told her truthfully. Maybe Neil’s situation had left him a little more worried than what he was letting on, but he truly liked to look back at these memories.

“I think that’s a good idea,” She hummed, “We can show our parents too.” She nodded her head, trying to set Cherry up again. Only for her to slink back into the same position.

“They’ll like that,” He agreed as he walked around, picking out the presents he had stacked up for her, “Here’s yours.” He told her, furrowing his eyebrows together as she leaned in close.

“Can I open these in front of the camera?” She whispered softly, hazel eyes filled with worry as she watched him. He pressed his lips together, fighting the urge to grab her face and kiss her how he wanted.

“Yeah,” He responded with a laugh, “Everything is appropriate. Or I guess you’ll find out.” He added slyly a second later, letting his lips curl into a little smirk. She pressed her fingertips against his shoulders, giving him a little push.

“That’s terrible,” She said with a shake of her head, “Go get your stack.” She demanded, making him grin as he did what she said. He moved in close, not wanting to miss out on Cherry’s reactions.

“You go first.” He told her, watching the way she held a present up thoughtfully.

“Let’s do it together,” She said instead, making him nod his head in agreement, “I want to watch you too.” She grinned, making him nod as they began to work on their presents.

Cherry gasped, blue eyes twinkling at the first pull of the wrapping paper. She stared in interest at the way it glimmered and glowed. He chuckled at the little squeal that left her lips. At least she was easily amused.

“I think she likes the paper,” Kim giggled as she waved it in front of her face, her eyes following with each motion, “She’s so cute.” She cooed softly, expression softening as she watched her.

“We didn’t even need presents.” He teased with another smile, leaning forward to wipe away the drool from the corners of Cherry’s lips. She babbled in response, more awake than what she had been.

“She’ll be more into it by next year,” Kim said softly, “This was still fun.” She added, making him agree with her entirely. He couldn’t wait for the next one.

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linphd · 2 years ago

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Taking care of their baby alone | Headcanons

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-> It had been around 6 months your baby was born, but it was the first time he had to take care of them alone, you being ready to return to your hero paperwork.

-> (S/N) is son’s name and (D/N) is daughter’s name. Obviously, the students are adults and pros.

-> Denki Kaminari, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki.

Denki Kaminari

Denki ? Alone with a baby ? Of course he was panicking ! He couldn’t even take care of himself ! « You’re old enough to make and have a baby, you’re old enough to take care of one. » you had told him in response to his whines.

And here he was, sitting (S/N) on his lap while staring at him. « It’s so funny how I love you so much and you didn’t even do anything, right ? » he asked the toddler. He snorted at the lack of emotion in the baby’s eyes, and decided to change to some baby channel on TV.

« Here ! Cool music, right ? See ? » he said, turning the kid so he could face the TV. « Little cats ! Mio, Mao, Mio, Mao, lalalalala ! » he started singing. But his son groaned. « Awwwn, you don’t like it ? But it was your dad/mom’s favorite baby show when they were a little baby just like you ! » he explained.

But then he understood why (S/N) groaned. « Oh. You pooped. » He made a disgusted face, but he changed him anyways. After all, he had trained with Kirishima and Sero to be the fastest diaper changer, so he was kind of an expert at changing diapers.

But after that, (S/N) started crying. « Nooooo ! What do you have ? » Denki whined, hugging his son. But then he got an idea. He would sing him a song from his childhood ! … but he wasn’t really inspired right now, so the only thing that came out was :

« It’s a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake- » and unfortunately, this only made the poor baby cry louder. « Noooo, I’m sorry dadda’s stupid ! » Denki whined again. « I’m a bad dadda ! » he hugged his son closer. « You laugh the most when I’m dumb from my quirk on TV… OH. » He was a genius !

He quickly went to the living room again, looking for an extract where he got dumb on TV. « See ? It’s me ! It’s dadda when he overused his quirk ! » he said, imitating himself with his thumbs up. And just like that, (S/N)’s tears made place to laughters.

Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki was nothing but confident about taking care of his baby alone. (S/N) was an exact copy of him, after all. And he knew how to take care of himself ! « Too bad you’re feeling down today, you won’t have a perfect day with daddy. » he said, picking him up.

Indeed, (S/N) had been kinda sick during the night and had thrown up a few times. His forehead was still warm today, so Katsuki was being careful. « I’m gonna bake a cake for mommy/daddy, you better not throw up when I do that ! » he said, babywearing him on his stomach and hips.

Katsuki allowed his son to taste some melted chocolate from the recipe, but that was all. He ended up falling asleep while his father baked, and the blonde thought he was an expert at being a dad… until (S/N) woke up.

Luckily, he was in his crib, because he threw up and started crying. Katsuki went to pick him up and kiss his forehead. « Shhhh » he kept saying. Once (S/N) wasn’t crying anymore -but still with teary eyes- the man took off his clothes to put him in pyjamas instead. « Clean clothes ! All good. »

Still, his son looked very sad. « I hope it’s not the little taste of chocolate I gave you earlier. » he said, laying next to his kid, looking at him. « You’re the cutest little shit, I’m gonna take care of you forever. » he murmured. « Hey. I know something that made me laugh. Maybe it will make you laugh too. »

Katsuki remembered that time Camie made an illusion of Shoto and it had made him laugh hysterically. So, he stood up and said « I wanna see your cute face » looking (S/N) right into his eyes. The toddler laughed so much he rolled on his back on the couch and… threw up again… from laughter this time.

« Ohhhh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry ! » the blonde said, picking up yet again his toddler full of vomit. Luckily, he wasn’t crying this time. « It’s okay, we’re gonna take a bath so you’ll be all clean when mom/dad comes back. » he said, taking his son to the bathroom. Yep. Being a dad was so easy.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto seemed confident to take care of his daughter without you in the house to arrive in case something happens. So you had left happily. In reality he was absolutely terrified. Sure, he had seen you taking care of (D/N). But it was his only example !

The little girl didn’t seem to mind that you were gone, which was a good start. Shoto only had to change her and play a bit with cubes with her, and then he got bored of it so he decided to bring a little baby illustration book. « See ? A cat. Meow » he started.

(D/N) mostly looked at him rather than the book. She was very young, after all. But one page caught her attention. Shoto pointed to a prince. « Prince. He has a nice costume. » he said, talking as if she understood. But she actually poked the illustration, touching her father’s hand.

« Oh ? You like it ? » Shoto remembered about his Halloween costume you had kept ; a prince outfit. He took his daughter and went upstairs, changing. When he was fully costumed, he heard her squeal and she grabbed her feet. He snorted. « You’re adorable ! » he said, picking her up.

They went back downstairs and Shoto put on some baby songs and cartoons on TV. He didn’t know if she really cared or understood, but she stayed calm the whole afternoon. After giving her food, making funny noises and having to eat some baby food to make her accept to eat everything, Shoto hugged her to sleep.

When you arrived back home, you found them on the couch, (D/N) sleeping in her father’s arms. « I’m back ! Was she nice ? » you asked. Shoto nodded. « She’s really well-behaved for a baby. » he replied, making you giggle.

« And you’re wearing your Halloween costume ? » you asked, a bit confused. « We played dress-up ! » he replied, making you giggle -how could you have not guessed ?! Seeing you happy about how he took care of (D/N), Shoto thought that taking care of a baby alone wasn’t so bad, after all.

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themulitipurposechannel · 4 months ago

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[Fic] So let’s try this again:

- See I wanted to make this a comic but then I felt it would lack a certain nuance and complexity of character povs that I wanted to to delve into. Cuz man there is just so much to say about these two and their dynamic, Soo Fic it is! Pls go easy on me, guys I’m not much of a writer and these guys are hard to write for me 🥲

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“Wow, guess Donald was right.” Came a chuckle, “You are like a little shadow.”

And Casey freezes, hands barely hovering over Leo’s arms. Suddenly he’s eight years old again, caught red handed peeking through a little crack into meeting room.

A crooked grin, spreads itself across the slider’s face. “Hey shadow” His voice lilts playfully. So much younger and so much lighter yet still so achingly familiar, that if Casey hadn’t already spent 10 days into past? the present? being punched with that oh so wonderful cocktail of grief-nostalgia-fondness, he would have burst into tears already.

Instead, Casey smiles wryly. Awkwardly shuffling away from the bedside. “Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you. I just wanted to check on your injuries”. He raises a brow “I can go if you want..?”

“Nah it’s cool. I’ve been sleeping lots anyways.”

“You were in a coma” The human deadpans.

“Eh.. same thing.” Sensei-no just Leo now,shrugs.

“It’s really not.” Casey snorts. A beat. A pause. And then because he’s been holding onto this for too long and his mom didn’t raise no coward. And Uncle Mi didn’t teach him to be the kind of person who doesn’t apologise. Because Leo’s been awake for two days now, cmon Casey you can’t hold onto this forever-

“I’m sorry.”

“Whaat? I’m sorry? Sorry for what?” The slider laughs, tilting his head to the side. “Did you ruin my very rare first edition Jupiter Jim saves a cat comic?”

“Well..no.”

“Then you got nothing to be sorry for” Leo smiles, a clear attempt at lightening the mood.

But Casey won’t let him. This needs to be said. Nervous, the teen wrings his hands together. “I meant what I said in the tunnels.”

“Ah. That.” The blue toned slider falters ever so slightly. “It’s fine!” He grins brightly, casually waving Casey away. Too casual. Because of course he is. They are different. But Sensei and Leo shared a past together once. And it shows.

“You were right,” Leo continues, “I was being arrogant and I wasn’t listening to my team itz all good.”

“Well yeh, I wasn’t wrong there.” Frustrated, Casey yanks a hand through his hair. “But I was being too harsh. I was expecting you to be like Sensei when I shouldn’t have. It’s not fair.”

“Yeh… You shouldn’t have.” Leo agrees, looking away. Uncharacteristically quiet from what Casey has seen of him over his two day (and currently halfway through his third) long coherency.

Oh Shell, He’s just made this worse didn’t he?

“That’s not what I meant” Casey’s hands ball into fists. Should he hug Leo? Would that be too weird? Hugs were for family, he was only a stranger. “I- I’m not good with words.” The ravenette groans, wringing his hands together again.

“It’s not about you. But it’s not not about you, you know?” He gestures to the bed ridden turtle emphatically. “It’s about all of you guys. Your family loves you. Their Leo, not Master Leonardo. You don’t need to be anything else. You’re enough just the way you are. Michelangelo wouldn’t have opened that portal otherwise. They need you, just as much as you need them.”

An indiscernible flash flickers across the other’s face. But he quickly relaxes back into a smile. “Hmm.. If you say so” Leo drawls, perfect mask. Perfect play. But something in his shoulders ease ever so slightly. So Casey has hope that there is something that sticks.

A silence then descends upon the Med Bay. It drags on and lingers. Both parties not knowing what else to say. Casey’s about to go excuse himself, when Leo opens his mouth. “You know we’re your family too right?”

The younger teen blinks. “Huh?”

“We’re your family too.” The turtle repeats. Narrowing his eyes firmly. “Look, I dunno what’s been going on this past week. but knowing the others, they’re probably just trying to figure out how to broach that ‘ole subject with you without making you uncomfortable”

Wisely Cj only hums and says nothing. Knowing whatever he says would sound about as unconvinced as he feels. Tell that to my Ninpo he wants to say bitterly. Tell that to every conversation he’s turned stilted and cold, because he’s slipped up and believed for a second that things were one and the same.

(When mom died, April it was you brushed my hair. And taught me how to tie my hair.

Michelangelo you always encouraged me to draw on our walls till the last of our chalk was gone.

Donatello you let me sleep in your lab even on the days you banned even Sensei from coming in.

And Leo- .. Leonardo you were everything. You who used to tie my shoelaces and the first to come running when I cried.

I can recite the lines from so many different Lou Jitsu movies I never got to see.)

He must not hide it as well he thinks. Because Leo shoots him the most exasperated -are you serious look-.

“Dude, Dad and Raph found a subway car for you. April snuck you a discount at her new workplace. And shell-!” Leo throws his hands up, “Donnie let you fix our cameras, and don’t even get me started on how Mikey lets you help him in his kitchen even though I’m his favourite brother and I’m banned.” Leo grumbles, crossing his arms together.

“I- I guess you do have a point .” Despite his best efforts, Casey ducks his head down and his eyes begin to burn. Boy, Casey is really starting to hate how much sense Leo is making. For all the differences between Sensei and Leonardo, why did the universe have to give them the one similarity that lets them talk their way into whatever they want and making Casey agree with them? Perhaps.. perhaps what Casey had Misconstrued as polite obligation was maybe something deeper after all.. ?

“Course, I do. I’m awesome.” Leo smirks, flicking his mask tails with a flourish that has Casey resisting the urge to groan and roll his eyes.

“I know it won’t be the same. But you are family Case. I promise you. All of this means something. We won’t let you be alone” His eyes soften, “You’re my family.” And it’s true, Leo does not know Casey. In his eyes, it’s been a little under 72 hours since he’s met Casey. And only 48 hours since all hell broke loose. But hell could have been so much worse and he can see everything.

The expertly wrapped bandages around Mikey arms and Donnie’s shell, the carefully filled resin over the hole, they had so graciously given his biggest brother’s shell, with such precision his beloved purple twin couldn’t hope (nor want) to achieve. Corners of the med bay that had been gathering dust now suspiciously clean. Faithfully ushering their sister to and fro the lair. Heck even the way the oily haired teen (which ew gross, someone really had to go teach that kid how to wash his hair) was hovering over him now, taking shifts so his father and brothers and sister could rest.

Casey didn’t have to do those things. He owed them nothing. They weren’t the people who raised him. He could have just up and left once the initial invasion was over, he didn’t have to try so hard. Once it became clear that Leo, and by extension the others, were nothing like the people Casey grew up with. But he didn’t, he stayed. He cares. He cares so much.

And Shell, if that didn’t make Casey family, Leo didn’t know what will. If he could tolerate Baron ‘you threw me of a roof’ Draxum into his family he can definitely accept Casey.

A strangled noise breaks him from his thoughts, Leo comes back to himself to see a sniffing, now crying Junior.

“Ok bring it in, little brother” Leo grins smirking fondly, spreading his arms wide (because yes, of course one of the first things Leo asked, once he established Raph, Donnie, Mikey, April and dad were ok. Was what was Casey’s age. He needed to know if he could rub his age into Casey’s face. He needed his shit-eating grin older brother rights damn it!). Immediately, Casey rushes forward sobbing, wrapping his arms around the turtle as tightly as he can without further aggravating the other boy’s injuries.

“I’m so glad you’re here Leo.” He chokes out wetly, the tears he had been holding back for this entire interaction now freely flowing because truly, this was all he really wanted. He could never and would never ask the present Hamato family to be crushed under the same weight his guardians had been. All he asked was to be loved, and not alone. And sure he still had a lot of doubts but maybe, just maybe, Leo was right and he wasn’t as alone or unloved as he thought.

(He is future boy, freshly uprooted and fumbling blindly but maybe, just maybe not nearly the lone orphan without a home)

“I couldn’t have lost you twice” Casey shudders, burying his head deeper into Leo’s shoulder.

“And now you won’t. It’s all thanks to you.” Leo replies determinedly, tightening his grip around the other boy. And then in a much quieter, more vulnerable voice, he adds,

“I’m so glad I’m here too.” Because he was, Leo most truly and definitely was.

(And somewhere, deep down subdued, not so isolated teal begins to tentatively reach towards waiting blueredpurpleorangegreenwhitepink maroon and pulse a little less weakly again)

#healer cj #healer cj au #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt casey junior #listen folks I’m trying my best #found family #fic #writing #short stories

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orpheus-but-gay · 8 months ago

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“Maybe it’ll sound kind of Freudian but I think I love others in the way my mom loves me. Like, anytime I need a shoulder to cry on, she’ll be there. Even in the middle of the night, I can wake her up and she’ll hold me and tell me everything’s gonna be ok. And when I love someone I wanna give them that same comfort. I’ll hold their head and promise this won’t last forever. But I also love the way my dad loves. When my mom orders something at a restaurant and doesn’t like it, he always switches with her. Or if the cat throws up on my rug, he’ll come with paper towels and cleaning spray to do the unpleasant task for me. And I worry I don’t say “I love you” enough, but I took the middle seat when we flew home for break.”

#going through my old writing #I think there’s a poem in here if you squint #writing #original writing #journal #poeticstories

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onemoregayapollokid · 1 month ago

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Cat's Cradle

Summary: On request from their mom, Hecate's children needed help from Will. What should have been a easy test turned into something much more than that, and Leo is left taking care of a pet no one expected. Word Count: 4,000 words

A/N: This is my longest fic ever, with at least two more parts to it. As always, a huge thank you to my fiancee, @just-some-teag for proof reading this and giving insight. I couldn't have finished this without you.

Will glanced up as the door to the infirmary banged open, Lou Ellen looking frazzled. He was on his feet before she had even fully crossed the threshold, reaching automatically for his bag.

“No injuries, Will, not this time,” She hurried to reassure him. “We need a different kind of help this time.” Will sat back down at his desk, gesturing for Lou Ellen to take a seat. Will had learned over the years never to agree to help until he had all the details. He had blindly agreed to too many things and ended up in a sticky situation. Lou Ellen sank down into the chair opposite Will, tucking a leg underneath her.

“What’s up?” Will asked.

“Remember my mom came to camp last week?” Lou Ellen asked. Will nodded. Seeing gods at camp might be more common nowadays than it was in the past, but it still causes quite a stir when one shows up.

Lou Ellen continued, “Well, she was asking for our help; she heard from Hermes of the possibility of a liquid that could temporarily give the drinker powers of various animals.”

“So, a potion?” Will asked, dubious.

“No- not a potion, it’s more like a…. Okay, yeah, a potion,” Lou Ellen admitted, rolling her eyes at Will as he laughed.

“So, what did your mom need your help with?” Will asked.

“Hermes wouldn’t tell her how to make the potion, so she asked us to help her figure it out. We think we figured it out; our tests so far have worked, but they have been on other animals and not humans, which is, in fact, our target demographic. But because every single one of us worked on it, Mom doesn't think we can ingest it. She said that because we used our abilities to create it- our magic, if you will- it just won’t affect us. We need to test this before using it on other campers, but we can’t test it. I know it’s a lot to ask, and if I had any other choice, I wouldn’t be here, but you are both the most experienced year-rounder and also the calmest one here.”

“Yeah, I’ll be your guinea pig,” Will responded, pushing himself to stand up again.

“Oh, really, Will? You are the best!” Lou Ellen exclaimed, rushing to embrace Will. He laughed and hugged her back.

“Just let me tell Leo where I’m going, and then I’m all yours,” Will said, grabbing his sweater from the hook and shrugging into it easily. He led the way to the Bunker, ducking under assorted half-finished projects scattered across the Bunker.

“Hey, Solace! Hey, Lou!” Leo’s muffled voice came from behind a large piece of sheet metal. His head popped into view a moment later, oil smeared across his face and a grin on his face.

“Hey Leo, Lou needs my help with some stuff, so I’ll be in Cabin 20 if you need me. “ Will said, gesturing to Lou Ellen as he spoke.

“Okay—I’ll head there once I’m done here. I’ll probably be another few hours anyway. “ Will nodded, stepping closer to kiss Leo.

“Since you're on shift in the infirmary tonight, I was thinking I could join you?” Leo murmured against Will’s lips. “ We haven’t had time just us in forever.”

“It’s been five days, and if you keep this up, Chiron will yell at us again, and that is an experience I do not want to repeat ever again,” Will retorted, smiling as he said it.

“He’ll only yell at us if he catches us, and I happen to have a valid reason to visit the infirmary this time, thank you very much,” Leo said, matching Will’s grin. Will snorted, reaching out and snagging Leo’s belt loops with his thumbs, using his new grip to pull Leo closer to him.

“And what is that very valid reason?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow at Leo. The son of Hephaestus grinned wider, leaning in to whisper in Will’s ear.

“I have a burn that needs to be monitored overnight,” Will rolled his eyes.

“Leo, you are literally immune to fire,” He pointed out. Leo laughed.

“But Chiron doesn’t know that,” He argued.

“Hi. Still here, by the way,” Lou Ellen interjected awkwardly.

“Shit, sorry, Lou,” Will apologized, his face red. Leo just laughed, throwing her a wink over his shoulder. Lou Ellen chuckled, rolling her eyes at Leo. Will pulled Leo closer to him, ducking his head slightly to kiss the shorter demigod.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” He asked, releasing his hold on Leo’s jeans. Leo nodded, grinning as he shouted at Will and Lou Ellen’s backs,

“Hey Lou! Try not to turn my boyfriend into a dog- I’m allergic,” Lou snorted, flipping Leo off behind her back without even looking at him. Lou Ellen fell into step beside Will, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye as they made their way across the green to Cabin 20.

“What’s up, Lou?” Will asked, catching her eye.

“It’s nothing really. I don’t even know how to word it without sounding mean. I’m genuinely curious, though, I promise,” Will turned to her, raising an eyebrow quizzically.

“So, you and Valdez? How did that happen?” Lou Ellen asked. Will smiled softly.

“It was after Gaeia, actually. He was stuck in the infirmary for almost four weeks, and after the initial craze of injuries died down, he was stuck in bed with no one else besides me and my siblings. He couldn’t get out of bed, so all he had to do was annoy me,” the son of Apollo starts. “After the first week, most of the issue wasn’t how quickly his body was healing but keeping him entertained. I started bringing things in for us to do together: games I begged from Hermes Cabin, a goldfish Percy found… somewhere and asked Leo to take care of while he went to school, and bandages that needed to be rolled, I even begged Chiron to find us cookies to decorate, anything I thought would keep Leo’s hands and mind busy while his legs healed.

“Somewhere in those four weeks, it went from wanting to keep Leo’s mind entertained to wanting to see him smile, knowing I made him smile. I started dreading the day he was well enough to leave because I wasn’t sure how it would translate outside of the walls of the infirmary. I felt awful about that, but it was so easy being there, and I didn’t want to lose what we had,” he continues. “Then, a few days before Leo was supposed to leave, he was in an awful mood. He was grumpy and snippy with me and wouldn’t tell me why. When he threw a bandage at my head, I sat on his bed and told him I wasn’t moving until he told me what exactly his problem was. It took another 40 minutes, but it turns out I can also be very annoying when I want to be, and he eventually caved. He was feeling the exact same way- and neither of us knew how to express it.”

“And then you kissed him?” Lou Ellen guessed. Will snorted.

“No, then I called him an idiot, to which he responded by yelling at me in Spanish for 10 minutes straight. Then, he kissed me,” Will finished with a grin. Lou Ellen grinned at the son of Apollo, bumping his shoulder with her own.

“I’m glad you guys got together. People were unsure when the news broke- Leo is a bit more chaotic than they expected you to end up with, but I think you guys work well together. You calm him down a bit, and he makes you laugh. I think you guys are good together,” Will flashed Lou a smile at her words, following her up the steps to Cabin 20. She opened the door with a flourish, announcing to her siblings, “I present to you- our test subject!” Will grinned at her siblings, waving at Peggy, the youngest camper.

“Hey, Will!” Cabin 20 chorused. Oliver grabbed a chair and set it in the middle of the room, gesturing for Will to take a seat.

“Took you long enough, Lou,” Graeme, one of the oldest of Hecate’s children, grumbled. He had a bottle with a stopper held in his hand.

“I'm sorry. We had to stop by the bunker so Solace could tell Valdez where he’d be,” Lou smiled at her brother.

“My fault, really. Got distracted by Leo,” Will offered, smiling apologetically at Graeme. The older son of Hecate gave Will a smile as Will sat in the offered chair.

“Okay, Will. Here’s how this is going to work. Based on our tests, it doesn’t take a lot of the liquid-”

“Potion,” Will interjected. Lou Ellen glared at him.

“Fine. It doesn’t take much of the potion to give you the attributes. Our tests were on animals, but I did Iris message Annabeth, who helped me convert it to a human-size dose. So uh, if this doesn't work- I blame Annabeth,” the eldest daughter of Hecate grumbled.

“I’ll be sure to tell her that if it goes poorly,” Will teased with a cheeky smile.

“Thanks, Will. That’s definitely what I wanted to hear,” Lou Ellen deadpanned, reaching a hand out to Graeme, who handed the bottle over to her willingly. Lou Ellen pulled a cup from a bag on the floor, pouring a small amount from the bottle into the glass.

The potion swirled around the glass, shifting colours from a deep purple to pink to blue. Will eyed it, a little unsure of the colour, before downing it in one gulp. Lou Ellen took the glass from Will’s hand, placing it on the table, before turning back to Will.

“How do you feel?” She asked, sitting at his feet, twisting to face Will. Will took his time before answering, wanting to be as honest as possible.

“I don’t really feel different; there’s some tingling in my legs but nothing else,” He answered. Lou Ellen nodded, crossing the room to write something down in a journal on the desk. Her siblings followed her, crowding around her.

“Just give us a minute, Will. We need to write this down.”

“No rush,” Will said easily, yawning as a sudden surge of tiredness swept through him.

He closed his eyes, letting the murmur of voices in the background lull him to sleep. It felt like he had just closed his eyes when he was startled awake by a loud, “Oh shit- Lou! You need to see this,” from Graeme, and Will blinked his eyes open.

“Shit,” Lou Ellen was squatting in front of the chair Will fell asleep, green eyes wide.

“Hey, Will,” Lou smiled at him, though he could see how tense she was.

“So something went wrong, and don’t panic- we’re going to fix it. I just need you to stay calm, okay? So, instead of giving you the strength of a lion, it made you into a housecat? I’m going to be honest: I have no clue how this happened. I’m gonna pick you up now, okay?” Lou Ellen asked him. Will sat up and blinked at her, cocking his head to the side. She reached out and slid a hand under his belly, lifting him gently, tucking him securely against her chest, sitting at the chair at the desk.

“Aww, he’s so cute,” Peggy gushed, clasping her hands in front of her chest.

“Peggy,” Graeme scolded.

“ What?’ He is cute; what’s the problem with me saying it?” She argued

“The problem with you saying that is that he’s supposed to be human.”

“Oh, I'm sorry, Will. You just make a cute kitten,” Peggy rushed to reassure Will, who meowed indignantly.

“She’s right, you know. You do make a very cute kitten,” Lou Ellen teased him. Will swatted at her half-heartedly. Lou Ellen laughed, shifting him to sit more comfortably on her lap.

“Okay- Oliver, go Iris, message Annabeth and ask her for help. Graeme, you and Peggy, go tell Chiron what’s happened. Jane-” A blonde girl popped her head up from the bed, where she was curled up reading. She blinked her eyes slowly at the sight of the kitten curled up in her sister’s lap.

“Since when do we have a cat?” She asked. Lou Ellen snorted.

“No, this is Will.”

“Will, like Apollo cabin Will? Like gay Will,” Jane asked. Lou Ellen nodded to answer her sister’s question.

“No, that Will is a human. This is a cat,” Jane dismissed Lou Ellen’s claim with a sigh.

“No, this is that Will. We accidentally turned him into a cat. We’re working on it. I need you to go pray to Mom to see if she has any advice for us,” Lou Ellen ordered her sister. Jane glanced at Will one more time before closing her book and tossing it gently on her bed. She headed out the door, glancing over her shoulder at Lou Ellen, who was petting Will gently. As the door shut, Lou Ellen sighed.

“We are in so much trouble,” she muttered under her breath, picking at the skin around her thumbnail. Will nosed his way between her fingers, licking her thumb gently, purring.

“Will- you’re glowing, dude,” Lou Ellen stared at the kitten curled around her hand. Will meowed softly, bumping his head against her thumb. Lou Ellen opened her mouth to say something else but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Shit,” Lou Ellen swore, scooping Will up and tossing him onto the top bunk of the bed closest to them.

“Stay there- Don’t make a sound,” she hissed, sounding very frantic. Will lay down obediently, curling his tail around his body. Lou Ellen walked to the door, trying very hard to look nonchalant; she failed. Will could see her hands shaking from his perch. She opened the door, and Leo stepped inside. He wore his trademark smile, though Will could see the nerves that lay beneath it. He was chewing his lips, and he kept glancing around the cabin.

“Where’s Will?” Leo all but demanded, lip trembling between his teeth. Will ached to go to him, to pull Leo into his arms and soothe him. Reassure him that everything was fine, and they were safe, and that Will wasn’t a cat. But Will had to trust Lou Ellen to reassure his boyfriend when he could not.

“Leo, I promise he’s okay. There was a slight mishap with the test on Will, but I promise he’s alright. He’s safe, I swear on the Styx. Just let me explain, yeah?” Leo stared at Lou Ellen, dark eyes searching for any sign of deception. Finding none, he nodded and sat stiffly in a chair. Lou pulled a chair to sit in front of him, picking at her hands.

“So, our goal was to give him the strength of a lion, right? Well, something went wrong, and instead of giving him the strength of a lion, it turned him into a cat.”

“You turned my boyfriend into a lion?” Leo yelped, eyes widening.

“No, no! He’s not a lion. He’s, well, let me just show you,” Lou Ellen answered. She stood and crossed quickly to the bed where Will lay waiting. She reached up, scooping Will up easily, carrying him over to Leo. She held him out silently. Leo reached out with a trembling hand, stroking along Will’s head. Will immediately leaned into the touch, purring loudly.

“He glows,” Leo whispered. Lou Ellen nodded, handing Will to Leo willingly.

“Hey, Will. You doing alright?” Leo murmured, holding the cat close. Will purred louder, tucking his head into Leo’s neck. The soft glow brightened, casting shadows across Leo’s face.

“You glow when you purr?” Leo questioned, slightly incredulous. Will purred, nuzzling closer to Leo. The son of Hephaestus glanced up at Lou Ellen, who was bent over a thick book, muttering to herself.

“Now what?” He asked. Lou Ellen sighed, pushing her dark hair behind her ear.

“Will’s the only child of Apollo here currently. Take him back to his cabin and stay with him. It’ll probably be more comfortable for Will. I have my siblings working on fixing this; as soon as we find anything, one of us will come to find you guys and let you know,” Leo nodded, standing up and gently tucking Will into his pocket.

“Let’s go, kitten,” He murmured, stepping out of Cabin 20 and crossing over to Cabin 7 as quickly as possible.

He entered the empty cabin, closing the door behind him. He crossed to Will’s bed, placing Will down gently. Will climbed onto the pillow, curling up. He watched Leo pace in front of the bed, gnawing on his lip. Will meowed at Leo, standing up and moving to the edge of the bed. Leo glanced at Will, forcing a smile onto his face.

“It’ll be okay, Will. Lou will fix it and get you to stop being a cat. I got you; we’re safe here,” Leo promised, still pacing. Will sighed softly, stretching out his front legs and meowing louder. Leo crossed the room to soothe him.

“You’ll be okay, I promise,” Leo murmured, scratching at Will’s ear. Will nipped gently at Leo’s thumb, using his teeth to pull insistently at Leo’s hands.

“What do you need?” Leo asked, following Will willingly. He crawled onto the bed, laying down on his side, facing Will.

“What do you need, kitten?” Leo asked. He rested his hand on the bed between them, and Will immediately curled around his hand, purring.

“Hold on, did you just doctor me, even though you're stuck as a cat?” Leo questioned. Will purred louder.

“You are very small,” Leo marvelled, petting him softly. Will meowed, preening underneath Leo’s hands. Will stood and climbed onto Leo’s chest easily. He started kneading Leo’s shirt, tucking himself under Leo’s chin. Leo rested his hand on Will, rolling to lay on his back, taking care not to dislodge the kitten on his chest. Will curled himself into a ball and purred even louder, the glow he was emitting getting brighter with the intensity of his purrs. Leo chuckled softly, closing his eyes as he felt the vibrations against his skin.

Leo was almost asleep when he heard feet pounding against the steps to Cabin 7. He was on his feet before they could knock, holding Will securely against his chest. He opened the door to Lou Ellen, looking profoundly more frazzled than when they had left her.

“Did you do it?” Leo demanded, stepping aside to let her into Will’s cabin.

“I think so—Jane talked to Mom, who figured something out. Between Mom and Annabeth, this should undo it,” she brandished a spray bottle full of a green liquid.

“A spray bottle, really, Lou?” Leo questioned. She flushed

“It was the only empty, clean container any of us had. So unless you wanted us to take the time to handwash a different container, this was our only option.”

“Fair enough. And Lou- you’re sure this will work?” Leo asked, automatically holding Will closer to his chest like he could protect him with love.

Lou Ellen sighed, “Honestly? No. We didn’t have time to test this. But I can say that it won’t make it worse, at least. Trust me, Leo, I’m not thrilled about this. But this is our best chance of undoing the whole cat thing without causing permanent changes.

“This way, at least, if it doesn't work, it doesn't change anything, and we can just try again,” Lou Ellen answered. Leo frowned, glancing down at the kitten watching him intently, blue eyes laser-focused on his own.

“What do you think, kitten? Want to give it a try? Or would you rather stay as a cat where you can’t talk back or scold me when I make poor decisions?” Leo questioned. Will hissed at him, swatting the demigod with his paw.

“That’s a no then,” Lou Ellen laughed, stepping closer to Will and Leo.

“Maybe put him on the bed?” She suggested. Leo lifted the kitten to nuzzle his face into the soft fur, pressing a kiss to the top of his furry head. He then placed the kitten on the bed. He took two steps, and he was now behind Lou Ellen.

“He would have never let me do that if he were human—I’m taking full advantage of this to give him the affection he won’t let me give him normally,” Lou Ellen snorted, stepping closer to Will.

“Ready?” She asked softly. Will sat up, cocking his head to the side. He meowed loudly.

“Okay, okay, I’m going,” Lou Ellen laughed, raising the spray bottle and spraying a fine mist over Will.

A bright light engulfed the kitten, blocking everyone’s view of the transformation. Inside the light, Will could feel his bones start to lengthen and thicken to his human height. His back paws elongate, the ankle joint shifting to meet the pad on his heel. The base of his foot widened and lengthened to the size he was familiar with, and his toes grew a little to match a human foot, with his claws flattening out and growing shorter to match his nails. The bones in his legs shift, making it so that Will’s instead sitting with his legs in a “w” on the bed.

The son of Apollo’s forelegs become more solid, the paws on it widening to fit the size of the palm of his hand. The toes become longer, the bones inside them splitting and creating joints. His claws come out to flatten and grow short to fit his nails. Will shook his head, his snout going back into his face and his ears relocating to the side of his head instead of resting on top of it. The fur all over him retracted, and the hair on his head grew to its regular length. Will's light covering faded, and he sat there on the bed, his eyes adjusting to the light level in the cabin.

“Will?” Leo questioned softly, stepping closer to his partner. Will lifted his head, blinking slowly. He smiled at Leo, reaching a hand to him.

“Hey, Leo,” He said.

“Will!” Leo launched himself at Will, knocking the taller man flat on his back, clinging to him.

“Hey there, Leo. It’s alright,” Will murmured, tracing his hand up and down Leo’s spine.

“We’re alright, promise. No more cats here,” Will promised. Leo laughed wetly, shoving his face into the crook of Will’s neck.

“You were a very cute cat.” He whispered, sniffling.

“Lou Ellen, what exactly are you planning on doing with both your potions?” Will asked over Leo’s head.

“We’ll probably put them with some of the other concoctions we’ve made- if we ever have to go to war again, it’ll be useful. Also, it might deter certain cabins from pranking us if they know we can turn them into cats,” Lou Ellen sent a mischievous grin in Will's direction. Will snorted, wrapping an arm around Leo.

“Thanks for all your help, Lou.”

“Anytime, Solace. Sorry, we turned you into a cat!” Lou called over her shoulder as she headed to the door, shutting it firmly behind her.

“You okay? Will murmured into Leo’s hair, resting his hands on the smaller man’s hips. Leo drew his knees up to rest on either side of Will’s hips, tucking himself closer to Will. He nodded, lifting himself up on his elbows to kiss Will, lips burning against the Son of Apollo’s. Will gasped slightly, returning Leo’s kiss with as much fervor as Leo gave.

“Someone is eager to see me,” Will whispered against Leo’s mouth.

“Missed you,” was all Leo said. Will chuckled.

“I take it you prefer me as a human compared to a cat then?” Will asked.

“Absolutely,” Leo responded, pressing his hips, relishing in the low growl Will let slip out.

“I’m glad,” Will murmured, lifting his head to kiss Leo again.

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson fanfiction #will solace #leo valdez #Will/Leo #hecate pjo #lou ellen blackstone #cat

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teaberrii · 2 years ago

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Chapter Twenty-Three: Hello, Mother

Alhaitham has the looks and the smarts. He will also be the stand-in CEO for his grandfather's company for a year.

But, he's been mysteriously cursed to turn into a cat every night since his eighteenth birthday… until he meets you, an employee at his grandfather's company, who rescues him as a cat and changes him back with one kiss.

Alhaitham/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on AO3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

“I guess this means you haven't told him you were coming."

“No,” she answers, turning off her phone screen to look at the passing scenery. “You and Dad are the only ones who know.”

“So, they put you in charge of the Sumeru branch?”

Alhaitham's mother spun around in her chair. She stood and looked out the window at Liyue's beautiful night scenery. "That's right. I'm finally coming home. To you and Haitham."

“...Does this mean you’re going to tell him? You know you can’t hide it forever.”

“I trust this means you kept my secret.”

Alhaitham’s grandfather sighed heavily. “Do you know how much it pains me to keep this from him? You’re his mother, for goodness sake.”

“...I’ll tell him. When the time is right.”

Soon, the car pulls up to a fancy, high-rise apartment. Alhaitham’s secretary shifts the gears and asks, “Should I grab your luggage?”

“No need. I won’t be staying long.”

Then, she steps out of the car and closes the door.

Alhaitham is reading in his study when his phone rings. Upon seeing the name on the screen, he closes his book and picks it up.

“Mom?”

“The one and only.”

“...Is everything okay?”

“Do things have to be not okay for me to call you?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Alhaitham says. “It’s just… you usually don’t call unless you have news.”

She smiles. “Well, I do have news, Haitham. Come down to the lobby.”

Alhaitham’s eyes go wide. “You’re… here?”

“Why not see for yourself?”

It doesn’t take long for Alhaitham to be on his way down. When he exits the elevator, he immediately sees his mother. He walks up to her and the two share a tight embrace.

“Since when did you get so tall?” she asks.

“I guess I’ve been drinking my milk,” he answers, letting her go. Then, he sees his secretary walk inside. “He drove you here?”

Alhaitham’s mother looks over her shoulder. “That’s right. He knew I was coming.” She put a hand on her son’s cheek. “I wanted to surprise you, Haitham. It’s been so long.”

He smiles. “It really has.” Then, he looks at his secretary. “Thanks for picking her up.”

The man nods in response.

On the way up to Alhaitham’s flat, Alhaitham learns that his mother’s company is opening a branch in Sumeru, and they’ve put her in charge of overseeing its operations.

“I’ll be in Sumeru for a long time,” she says.

“What about Dad?”

“...Let’s talk about him a little later. I want to know more about this girlfriend of yours.”

Alhaitham smiles. “You’ve already heard about her?”

“A little from your grandfather. He only had good things to say.”

“You’ll love her.”

Alhaitham's mother smiles slightly. "I know that look." Then, she chuckles. "You're in love."

Alhaitham slightly blushes but says, “Yes, I am.”

As soon as the elevator doors open, Alhaitham ushers his mother and secretary inside his flat. Then, he takes out his phone and sends you a quick text.

My mother’s back in Sumeru. She’s at my place right now. Would you like to meet her?

It doesn't take long for you to reply.

Really?! Of course. But… now? I’m already in my PJs!

Alhaitham smiles, and his mother catches it. “Are you texting her?”

He looks up. “I told her you’re back in town. She… lives across the hall, actually. So—”

“You’re neighbours?” she asks, surprised.

“Yes.”

His mother glances at the time. "I won't be staying long. So… let's have dinner with her sometime this week. I can book a table, and we can take time to get to know each other. How does that sound?"

“Sounds good.”

Alhaitham quickly relays the plan to you and gets drinks from the kitchen. Once he returns, he asks about his father again.

“I haven’t heard from him in a while. Is he well?”

His mother puts her glass on the table and forces a little smile. “I'd think so.”

“Did… something happen?”

“Why would you say that?”

“You seem a little tense.”

Alhaitham’s secretary turns to her. “...You should tell him.”

“...Tell me what?”

She takes a small breath. “Your father and I... got a divorce.”

It takes a moment for this sudden news to sink in. A… divorce? Since when are they on bad terms?

Alhaitham’s mother puts her hand on top of his. “I know you must be shocked, but—”

“When did this happen?” Alhaitham interrupts.

"...A few years ago."

“And you're telling me this now?” He doesn’t mean to sound peeved, but he assumed that his mother or… someone would’ve informed him of something as big as this.

"Haitham… I wanted to tell you, but… we were going through legal proceedings and"—she sighs—"there was a lot to deal with."

Alhaitham looks at his secretary. “...You knew about this?”

“He accidentally found out,” Alhaitham’s mother says quickly. “I didn’t want to tell anyone about it until after things settled down.”

“...What about Dad?”

Alhaitham's father looked up from the confidentiality clause to the woman he was once in love with. "...You don't even want to tell our own son about our divorce?"

“I will tell him when the time is right. He’s busy with his career right now. The last thing he needs is to find out about this. It’ll just distract him.”

"...And why are you the one who decides when to tell him?"

“Because I am his mother.”

The man glared back. “And I am his father.”

“Haitham would be ashamed of calling someone like you his father. Someone with no backbone.”

The man scoffed. “Is that what you want to call it?”

“Excuse me?”

“I fell in love with you because you were always so focused and determined to get what you want,” he said as Alhaitham’s mother slightly narrowed her eyes. “But I didn’t think you would go as far as to compromise your morals.”

“I dare you to say that again,” she spat. “You do not get to say that to me when you have no idea what it’s like to climb the corporate ladder as a woman.”

"You're right. I don't. But as a decent human being, you don't have to drag others down to succeed."

She clenched her fists. What she really wanted to do was to tell him to get the fuck out. Maybe throw a remote in his direction. But instead, she walked up to him and said, “We’re divorced now, honey. That means… I don’t want you getting involved with me or my son.”

"Haitham wouldn't want this. Even if he knew we divorced, he would want us to be in his life."

She looked down and smiled. A storm was coming. He could feel it in his bones. When she looked up, the l ook in her eyes was almost predatory as if she was looking at her next meal.

“You’re no longer my husband. You’re a stranger. Someone who I will not hesitate to file a restraining order against if you cross the line.”

“...Cross the line? I only want to be in my son’s life. He’s an adult. He can make his own decisions.”

"Do you really want Haitham to know that you were the one who gave me the divorce papers out of the blue?" She stepped toward him. He stepped back. "Do you really want him to know how much emotional turmoil you put me through when I was just about to get that promotion? Do you really want him to know that it was because of you I had to quit and restart my career?" She put a hand on the counter. "Do you really want Haitham to look badly on you like that? I'm doing you a favour."

"I was trying to help—"

"I never should've listened to you. That advice cost me everything."

Alhaitham's father clenched his fists. "...You aren't the woman you used to be," he said quietly. "Since when did you… get so selfish?" Then, he exhaled sharply and left the house where happy memories were now a distant memory.

Alhaitham’s mother has no intention of telling her son anything that happened. That is her secret and hers alone.

"I'm sure he'll get in touch in one day," she finally says.

“But… what happened? I thought…”

She holds Alhaitham’s hand tightly. “Sometimes… relationships don’t work out, no matter how much two people love each other. It took us that long to find out we were too different.”

Alhaitham hates that he can't pinpoint why his mother's statement sounds off. Too different? Why does it sound like an excuse? Perhaps she's still getting over the divorce, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt his mother. No need to pour salt on the wound.

Alhaitham sighs. “I really wish you told me. It must’ve been hard going through that alone.”

She smiles. “You were so focused on your career back then. Besides, I could handle it myself. I’m doing fine now, aren’t I?”

"And does Grandfather know?"

“...He does.”

So, Alhaitham is the last to know, apparently. Something about that does not sit well with him.

Later that night, after his mother and secretary leave, Alhaitham is at your place. You walk into the living room carrying two cups of tea. When you set them down, you glance and sit next to him.

“Is everything okay?” you ask. “You’re quieter than usual.”

Alhaitham slightly smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He holds your hand, and you sense something is definitely wrong.

“...My mom just told me that she and my dad got a divorce.”

Your eyes widen, and you almost gasp. “...Oh, Haitham.”

He leans his head against your shoulder, and you kiss his head. "It was just… so sudden. I had no idea they were on bad terms."

You hold his hand tightly. “...Is she okay?”

Alhaithams leans up and sighs. "She seems fine." You and Alhaitham are facing each other now. "But, I can't get in touch with my dad. It's... strange."

“I can understand why they might have not wanted to tell you when it was happening… they didn’t want to worry you.”

He nods. “I think so, too. But… I just want to know what happened. She was very vague about it.”

“What did she say?”

After Alhaitham tells you, he says, “Relationships don’t just fall apart out of nowhere.”

"That's true..."

He gives you a sad smile. “I want to think positively and say it’s because my mother thinks it's all in the past. There's no need to bring it up. But, at the same time, I also think she’s hiding something.”

You hold both of his hands. "...Regardless, I'm here for you, Haitham. Every step of the way."

He leans in, and just as he kisses your head…

Poof!

You sigh with a small smile. Then, you look at the time. “Well… this is interesting. You’re an hour late this time. That’s progress, I would say.”

Alhaitham walks onto your lap and meows. You scratch him behind the ears, and he leans into your touch.

“You’re taking longer and longer to turn.”

You lean back on the couch and watch Alhaitham stand on his hind legs. Then, he puts his front paws… on your breasts. You give him a slight, deadpan look as he looks down and kneads them with his paws. Then, he stops, puts his head in the space between your breasts, and looks up at you with a small smile.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You lie down on the couch, and he doesn't hesitate to walk on top of you and make himself comfortable. He curls up just near your chest and nuzzles his face against you.

◆◆◆

Alhaitham is at the hospital the next morning since his grandfather is getting discharged. As the car weaves through the busy streets of Sumeru, Alhaitham tells him that his mother finally told him about the divorce.

His grandfather sighs loudly. “You aren’t the only one she wanted to keep in the dark.” Alhaitham looks at him. “She wanted to keep all of us in the dark.”

“...How did you find out?”

"I paid her a surprise visit. Remember when I told you I was going on a business trip a few years ago? I dropped by their place, only to find out they sold it."

“...So, they were already divorced then.”

“I called them, and it was your father who picked up. He told me to ask your mother. I knew something was wrong.”

When Alhaitham’s grandfather finally got hold of her, he almost couldn’t control his temper. “What's going on? Where are you?”

“...I’m at work, Dad. What is it?”

“I’m in Liyue right now. I thought I’d surprise you by paying you a visit… but you sold the house? Where are you living? What happened?”

"We aren’t living together anymore.”

“Why?”

“It’s a long story. I’ll explain later, okay? I have to get back to work.”

“It took some persistence,” Alhaitham’s grandfather continues. “...But I finally got it out of her.” He looks at the secretary who’s driving them home. “He was there when she broke down about it.”

“...Is it because she thought we’d be worried?” Alhaitham asks.

“I sure hope so.”

Then… why does it seem like it’s not?

Soon, the car pulls up to a large house. While Alhaitham’s secretary grabs the bags, Alhaitham helps his grandfather inside.

“Ah… it feels so nice to be home.”

“Do you need me to grab you anything?” Alhaitham says as his grandfather sits on the couch.

He waves a hand dismissively. "Get to work, child. You have stuff to do! A company to run!"

"Well, call me if you need anything."

Just as Alhaitham opens the door, his grandfather calls his name. "I feel like your mother isn't the same person she used to be."

Is this an indirect warning?

"It might be from the divorce... or something else. But, just look out for her."

Alhaitham nods and walks out the door.

On the way to the company, Alhaitham looks at his secretary in the rearview mirror.

“...Has my mother ever said anything about my father?”

“She hasn’t.”

Alhaitham crosses one leg over the other. “...She didn’t ask you to keep quiet about him, did she?”

“No. I… hope you’ll believe me.”

Well, does he have a choice?

Then, Alhaitham’s phone starts ringing. Right when the car turns a corner, he answers it.

“Surprised?”

“A little,” Alhaitham says. “Is everything okay?”

Layla takes a short breath. “I won’t take up too much of your time, Haitham. It's about your mother. She invited me to dinner, the one with you and her.” Alhaitham slightly narrows his eyes. “...Has she met her yet?”

“No, not yet. What did my mother say to you?”

“Dinner?” Layla asked.

“Yes, dear. It’s been so long since I last saw you.”

“I’d love to, Auntie, but… it would be kind of strange, wouldn’t it? You’re meeting Haitham’s girlfriend and—”

“They’re working at the same company, aren’t they?”

“...Is that… bad?”

Alhaitham’s mother sighed. “I’m just worried about him. Haitham has a heart of gold. I’m afraid this woman is taking advantage of him.”

“Oh, no, Auntie. I’ve met her. She’s not—”

“Please join us for dinner, Layla. I’d love your company. Oh… but… would you mind keeping our conversation a secret from Haitham?”

“...Why?”

She smiled. “I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.”

What is his mother planning? Alhaitham rubs the space between his brows.

“Hey…” Layla’s soft voice makes him look up. “Did something happen with her recently? It feels like she’s a little different from what I remember.”

Alhaitham sighs. “...That’s what I’m trying to piece together.”

“...Listen, if you and her want me there, I’ll come to dinner. But, if you don’t, I won’t show up uninvited.”

"Don't say that, Layla," Alhaitham says. "...I've recently found out some things between my parents, so I'm not sure what's been happening with my mother."

“I don’t know why your mother seems to have such a bad impression of her when she hasn’t met her yet. It doesn’t make sense.”

“...Thanks for telling me, Layla. I’ll deal with it.”

“Hey… if anything happens, I’m here for the two of you. Okay?”

Alhaitham smiles slightly. “Thanks.”

Once he ends the call, his secretary looks at him in the rearview mirror. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes. Everything’s fine. It was a friend.”

◆◆◆

Your presentation on your story proposal has ended, and you feel like you can finally relax. You gave it your all, and now it’s up to fate. As everyone starts leaving the meeting room, Signora comes up to you.

“Hey… have a minute?”

You look at her and nod. You’re walking side-by-side as she cautiously asks you about Dottore.

“...You dated him?” she asks.

“Small world, I guess. He’s my ex, and now you’re his friend.”

“Well… I wouldn’t say friend, but"—when she catches the look you’re giving him, she almost slaps your arm—“Oh, my God! I’m not sleeping with him.”

You raise your hands in defence. “I said nothing.”

“Anyway, I’m glad nothing came out of those videos. Nothing happened, right?”

“Not that I know of. If something did, I assume I would’ve heard something by now.”

Signora quietly clears her throat and nudges you. “But, hey… you and Alhaitham… who made the first move?”

“What makes you think we’re dating?”

As much as you want to tell the truth, the fewer people who knew, the better.

“Let’s just say it’s a hunch.”

“Hey, Signora!”

A colleague waves her over, so she turns to you. “Well, see you around.”

As Signora walks away, Childe comes around the corner. “Hey, you. How did the presentation go?”

“It went well, I think. I did all I could.”

“Does this mean you have time to talk about… something else?”

You raise a brow. “Something else?”

You and Childe are walking side-by-side. “...Lumine and I are seeing each other.”

“So, you two finally talked?”

“Well… long story short, I admitted some things, told her she could think about it, and… it ended with a kiss.”

You smile. “And all it took was just simple communication.”

Childe looks at you. “You don’t feel weird about it?”

“Anything can happen,” you say, meeting his eyes, “but as long as you’re seeing each other seriously, you have my support.”

Childe smiles. “Thanks.”

Is it just you, or does Childe seem not as happy as you thought he’d be?

You gently nudge him. “Hey, why aren’t you jumping for joy?” Then, jokingly, “I thought you’d be telling me about all the dates you’d want to take her on.”

“...I tried getting in touch with my parents yesterday.”

Your smile immediately disappears. “...And?”

“I couldn’t get in touch with either of them.”

“They didn’t text or… anything?”

He sighs. "That's what I find a little weird. I mean… we have our moments of not talking to each other. But it's not like them to just… ignore me for weeks. I sent them a text this morning, but they didn't even look at it."

“Maybe you could drop by and check on them. It might be better than anxiously waiting around.” You put a comforting hand on his arm. “I’m sure they’re fine.”

Childe smiles slightly. "You know… I've been thinking about why my curse is still unstable." You let go of his arm. "Going by the whole love theory… It might be because I can never really hate them. There's still a part of me that obviously still cares despite how much anxiety they put me through about the path I chose. If I didn't say what I said at the Awards Night, it makes me wonder if I'd still be cursed."

“...I’ve been thinking a little about the curse myself.” You and Childe stop in front of an elevator. “Since Haitham and I found out we crossed paths almost ten years ago… it took him longer to transform. In other words, the curse is changing…. Again. And if I’m right about this pattern, it’s all because we discovered something that had to do with us.”

The elevator doors open, and you and Childe step inside.

"It makes me think that… maybe your parents have a secret they don't want you to know about," you continue. "Or… a secret yet to be discovered that has to do with you and them."

Childe smiles wryly. “If that’s the case, this curse just wants to bring everything to light, doesn’t it?”

And you hope it’s only the good.

◆◆◆

Alhaitham is just about to get off work when he gets a text from you: Up for some flower shopping?

“It’s a tradition.”

That evening, you and Alhaitham are picking out flowers for your father's death anniversary right around the corner. Childe and Lumine are in another part of the store, picking out their small bouquet. Your mother had already gotten hers and went grocery shopping across the street. Aether had joined her as he felt "left out," being the only single pringle there.

“At first, it was only my mother and me,” you continue, looking from your growing bouquet to Alhaitham. “But after she adopted Lumine and Aether, they also wanted to join.”

Alhaitham picks up a peace lily and hands it to you. Then, with a small gentle smile, he asks, "Is there room for one more?" You take the flower and arrange it with the rest of your bouquet.

“You’d like to be part of the tradition?”

Alhaitham leans in and whispers in your ear, “...Well, you are my forever.” Your eyes widen. “As something as important as this”—he leans upright—“I’d like to be by your side.”

“...You’re not proposing, are you?” you joke.

“Does this mean you’d like me to?”

“Well… it sounds like a two-for-one deal to me. A cat and a husband? Not bad if I say so myself. But..."

Alhaitham saw that coming. He takes your hand. "I know you'd rather have the cat."

"...For now."

You and Alhaitham share a laugh until Lumine comes up to you. You look behind him while Alhaitham turns. Your smile instantly disappears when you see a worried look on your sister’s face.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

“Oh, um… Childe said something came up.”

You and Alhaitham glance at each other.

“He didn’t say much and just left," Lumine continues. "I… think he got a call from his parents, though.”

You remember the conversation you and Childe had earlier in the day about his mother. You walk up and put an arm around her. “Isn't that a good thing?"

"...I guess. But, he sounded scared. Worried? I don't know."

"Hey, let’s not jump to conclusions about anything. Let’s wait for an update.”

Lumine smiles and slightly nods. “...Yeah, you’re right.”

You and Alhaitham look at each other. As much as you want to believe you’re right, you can’t ignore this sudden dreadful feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Chapter Twenty-Four

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Hazbin Hotel - Rewatch Thoughts (Episode 1, Part 1)

Notes: As I’ve been re-reading some of my favorite things (as in, not necessarily just fanfics, but other stuff that I enjoy) I got part of the way through @canary3d-obsessed’s “Restless Rewatch: The Untamed” and thought to myself that I should do one of these for Hazbin Hotel! I can’t do a first time reacting to, because by this point I’ve watched it a good eight times -_- But this way I can point out some of the things that I’ve noticed on multiple rewatches, some of which prove just how clever the team behind this show is! Also, you will get unapologetic Huskerdust shipping. This is just my life now.

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Episode 1

So we start off with Charlie giving us the background story on Heaven, Hell, daddy Lucy, mama Lili, and all of that. Heaven was “good,” Lucifer was a dreamer who thought of free will, the elders of Heaven said “nah,” Lucifer said “but what if yea,” and shit went sideways.

As someone who likes watching reaction videos on YouTube, I’ve been surprised by the number of people who have watched this intro and gone “Who’s Lilith?” And then there are the ones who say they heard about her from Diablo 4. I feel like Lilith isn’t… rare lore? I don’t know where or when I first heard about Lilith, but that kind of supports my stance of surprise?

(I tried to show my religious friend Hazbin – leaning on the “it’s about redemption” point – and it was actually the mention of Lilith that first triggered her? Because “you have to get really deep into things to find out about Lilith”? I am confused.)

I won’t go into my theories too heavily at this point – I’ll put up a final chapter for those so I can take it down in humiliation when the show laughs in my face later – but Eve looks very, very evil when she gets that fruit…

Anyway, Luci and Lili got exiled, Luci developed depression, Lili developed magic song powers then fluffed off seven years ago. Don’t worry, Charlie – your mom just went to go get some milk and cigarettes.

Genuinely, is Lilith being a song demon why everyone in Hell has pre-choreographed musical numbers? If she “empowered demon-kind” with her songs, does that include giving them all baby song powers? We know that these songs aren’t reality breaks because at the end of “Loser, Baby” the sharks comment on the song. (There’s also Vaggie and Angel’s discussion in “Happy Day in Hell” but since that’s in-song it feels like a less-strong argument.)

So it turns out that Charlie has been speaking this whole prolog bit aloud to herself. Relatable, girl – me dictating to myself the entire course of actions it takes to get through my email inbox. My officemate wears headphones so she won’t think I’m talking to her when I start talking to myself.

Also, poof – kitty!

I love KeeKee (pronounced “key-key” because, and this is true, she’s a key). But I also don’t know what the point of KeeKee is? If it’s just to give Charlie a pet, that’s totally fine. She also has Razzle and Dazzle, but Charlie could be one of those people with two cats, a full fishtank, a canary, and a husky and that’s totally chill.

(Why yes, my in-laws’ place is a zoo, why do you ask?)

I think I saw somewhere that KeeKee is the key to the hotel? But when Lucifer pops up later he immediately coos over KeeKee like Charlie has had her forever, so she obviously didn’t come with the hotel. Did Charlie change the locks on the hotel to KeeKee-compatible locks after she bought the place? I assume this is a metaphorical key?

(Lucifer and KeeKee in episode 5.)

Vivienne has said that KeeKee is a “physical manifestation of the hotel” but even that doesn’t make a lot of sense with the timeline… *Shrugs*

Charlie and Vaggie talk, and I honestly get so much amusement out of people who are like “Is that her sister? Are they best friends?” And I know that they didn’t, like, make out in their opening scene. But I didn’t ever suspect that they weren’t girlfriends? Maybe it’s just because I read into pretty much all media from a queer lens.

(Right here, ma’am.)

Charlie will go on to call Vaggie her girlfriend much later in episode 5 and make it official-official, but if you don’t go into everything with a straight-is-default mindset I’m not sure how you miss it.

We blip into Alastor’s take on a commercial for a hotel. Which is thoroughly enticing to exactly… Alastor.

(Quick question on the sinner designs – and I won’t stop every time we see a cluster of sinners to do this. But everyone’s design has something to do with how they lived or died, right? Angel is from a “web of crime” family, Husk is an unlucky black cat [I know, he’s a tuxedo cat not a fully black cat], Alastor was shot by a hunter like a deer… was grenade man some type of bomber? A war criminal? What is his story???)

His little hand-drawn picture is kind of cute, but it also makes me laugh because we actually see another character do something similar later on: Vox!

(And, yeah, Charlie obviously.)

I want someone to write the fic where Alastor and Vox’s relationship started in an introductory art class before descending into the chaos we see in episodes 2 and 8.

Vaggie does not like Alastor’s sense of humor and starts yelling at him. Charlie tries the *kindergarten teacher* nice feedback. “I love your use of color,” she says, staring at his construction paper covered in scribbled blobs of blue and orange. “Very creative.”

(“Maybe if you crumpled your drawing into a little ball like this, it would look better in the trashcan, honey!”)

Alastor doesn’t see the problem here. Alastor seems to have exactly zero capacity to accept anything that isn’t Alastor’s way, so this is unsurprising.

And then, with the sultry wail of a saxophone, we’re introduced to the bestest spider (and the only spider this horrifically arachnophobia author actually adores:) Angel Dust

Angel is totally willing to shoot an amateur porno right there on the sofa if it will help draw sinners to the hotel for Charlie.

And this would actually probably work in Hell, honestly. The horniest sinners actually would be knocking the walls down if they thought that with every night’s stay you got a free round with Hell’s most famous porn star. “Cum to the Hazbin Hotel for some ‘quality time’ with our singular resident.”

I am curious what Angel’s concept for his porno commercial was. Just him and Alastor banging dirty on the coffee table in the foyer? Night in the life of the brothel that is Angel’s bedroom?

(Also, I know Val owns Angel in the studio and Angel has some freedom outside of it, but does that include shooting his own pornos? Is it okay if they’re not for money? Or is it still not okay because Angel doesn’t own rights to his own image? Would Angel have to charge so Val could get his cut?)

Charlie doesn’t want to exploit Angel that way, but Angel starts listing off all of his highly exploitable attributes. He lists the legs twice, which is hilarious, but I’m immediately zeroed in on “the gag reflex.”

You’d think that for someone who makes a significant amount of his living sucking dick that it should be “the lack of a gag reflex” but the thing about Angel is that he’s not exactly sucking dick for the nicest guys around. Honestly, the fact that he does have a gag reflex and therefore will be gagging and choking and drooling is probably a turn-on for his usual partners.

We’re interrupted from Angel attempting to “keep going all night, baby,” by Lucifer calling, and the fact that his contact image in Charlie’s phone is a rubber duck in Lucifer’s top hat is honestly too cute?

Angel wants to know why Alastor can’t just make people stay in the hotel. And the timing on this animation is actually a little weird. After he says that he can, Husk chimes in with “Why do you think I’m here?” but Alastor is already moving to see around Vaggie as Husk starts talking. Has he primed Husk to be his hype man if someone starts asking questions like this?

Here's Alastor, looking at Husk before Angel and Vaggie even turn their heads – and Alastor had to move his whole *torso* to see around Vaggie.

A: “Now, remember. If anyone starts asking if I’m big and bad, you say yes.”

H: “Sure, Alastor.”

A: “I mean, I’ll say so first. But then you jump in and talk me up.”

H: “Yeah, all right.”

A: “But, like, right away.”

H: “Uh-huh.”

A: “Should we practice? We should practice.”

I do find it funny that we know the timeline – Alastor, Husk, and Niffty have been at the hotel a week per Vaggie’s words earlier. But Husk is already grousing about them bitching and moaning all the time. It’s been seven days?! How much bitching and moaning are you guys doing?! And it’s not just listening to, like, Angel bitch and moan. It’s “you fucks.”

(Or “you fuck’s” because Amazon doesn’t know how to pluralize a swear word?)

Vaggie didn’t even want a bar, but I’m betting it took her about two piscos on the rocks to be over that.

We also get our official series intro to Niffty here when she says “I like being forced!” in her happy little voice with a wide smile.

(God, I want the Niffty episode.)

Angel starts hitting on Husk, but (YMMV) I feel like at this point Angel isn’t trampling all over Husk’s boundaries the way he does later. He’s just throwing passes and Husk is kind of engaging him? By responding? He threatens Angel, making it clear that the flirting is unwelcome, absolutely.

But I kind of want to see where the conversation would have gone if Vaggie hadn’t stepped in. At some point it might have gotten snappier, but Angel wasn’t in meltdown mode like he is in “Masquerade” so they probably could have kept bickering for a bit.

Vaggie and Angel start talking about the core premise of the show. Is Hell the end of the road? Maybe, but also maybe not. Charlie thinks that it’s worth trying so that’s what Vaggie is going to do.

We as rewatchers know that where you end up in the afterlife isn’t as permanent of an assignment as the show makes it sound. And Vaggie I’m sure highly suspects so as well. This conversation is literally happening with one person who was in Heaven and now lives in Hell.

Though I do have to wonder if there’s a teeny tiny part of Vaggie that hopes the hotel fails, though? If Sinners really can be redeemed into Heaven, then she has to double/triple/quadruple think about what she’s done as an Exorcist. If the Sinners prove irredeemable, it doesn’t *justify* what she did or anything, but it could potentially relieve some of the guilt for her.

(Blake Roman’s delivery on “crack is expensive” is my favorite moment from episode 1.)

If we didn’t know that Charlie was drowning in daddy issues, I feel like we get a good demonstration at the end of her phone call. Yes, she’s excited and happy and hopeful. But she also says “Okay” and hangs up.

Maybe Lucifer said, “I’ll talk to you soon” or something and she said “okay” back. But I never hang up after a call with my dad without a “love you, bye.”

IDK why Charlie calls Vaggie over except to show her hyperactive squirrel brain going wild. Alastor and Angel are staring at them and seem like they can hear every word even after Charlie had Vaggie come around the corner.

Vaggie knows that Charlie means Adam, right? She has to. Charlie says “the leader of the angel army” and as of now, I mean… that’s Adam.

Also, initially I missed the detail that Adam was the one to call the meeting.

Was he going to inform Lucifer face-to-(virtual)-face that they were moving up the next extermination? Do Lucifer and Adam meet regularly? I think not from some of the dialogue in episode 8, but then what is the Heaven Embassy for?

(We'll pick up in Episode 1, Part 2 due to Tumblr's 30 images-per-post limit.)

#hazbin hotel #recap #images #randomness #musings #meta #analysis #charlie morningstar #vaggie #angel dust #husk #alastor #niffty #adam #lute

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concerned-wet-floor-sign-bot · 1 year ago

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CANT WAIT TO MEET YOU!!!

SO JOIN THE ANIMATRONIC WET FLOOR SIGN BOT FAMILY!!!

WE OPEN REAL SOON!! I’D LOVE TO GREET YOU !!

SO TRY YOUR BEST TO HOLD ON TO SANITY!!!

COME GET TOO KNOW ME!!!

AND YOU WONT MIGHT WANT TO LEAVE AFTER TONIGHT!!!

DOWN HERE WE’RE IN REAL LIFE IM LONELY!!!

AND WE I WOULD LOVE YOU TOO JOIN US FOR A BITE!!! ME ON THIS HELL HOLE SITE!!!

(hell hole site is affectionately)

COME GET TO KNOW ME POST

I am not comfortable with showing my face (yet)

I’m under 16 so… ummm… y’all need to know that

you can call me: concern. Or: Ashley. Or if u want u can just @ me or give me a nickname (I would like to know if you give me a nickname so I know ur talking about me)

(If addressing the wet floor sign bot in roll play please use she/her pronouns and she’s named Ashley, please don’t use Ashley if talking to or about me/the person running this blog, im taking the name of Leah for my online name.)

My pronouns are she/her I am female and was born a female

I am an Ally and I HATE discrimination. BOOOOO RACISM! BOOOOO ANYONE WHO THINKS LGBTQIA+ PEOPLE ARE EVIL! BOOOOO SEXIST PEOPLE! EVERYONE IS HUMAN AND THAT IS GOOD ENOUGH

favorite things list!

Food: spaghetti.

color: purple.

fandom I'm in: FNAF.

FNAF character: Funtime Freddy (in very very close 2nd is mangle)

rp/ask blog I have: @ask-mangle-the-sad-one (the first one I got)

fnaf game(and yes I can have a favorite fnaf game without ever playing any of the fnaf games): rn it’s tied between fnaf 2, and fnaf Sister Location/SL.

place I can be: in my bedroom at my dads house.

time of year: the very beginning of the school year but after i get my iPad. (It’s this because the only divice I can use for tumblr is my school iPad (this means I won’t be on tumblr during summer))

season: summer (it’s the best (except for the no tumblr thing 😭))

fnaf character to draw: at the moment it’s RWQFSFAXC . (but it usually changes each day.)

way to draw: it’s tied between drawing in my sketchbook and drawing digitally on my iPad.

animal: Giraffe! Always and forever GIRAFFE🦒🦒🦒!!! (fun fact: my baby ornament (the Xmas tree ornament that my mom got for me when I was born) is a little glass white giraffe!🦒)

fnaf animatronic animal type: the FOXES!!! Always the foxes. (Another fun fact: my grandma’s favorite animal is a fox)

number: 13. (I just like the fact that people think it’s unlucky the same way I love black cats (not for the reason of people think they’re unlucky but because they’re absolutely beautiful and my black cat (her name is Emily Binx but everyone just calls her Binxy) likes sitting in the sunlight and being warm and after sitting in the sun for a few minutes she is so warm and i just want to grab her and hug her))

fnaf song: tied between:

16. Any song: tied between: blue. And: little talks.

I do both rp and just personal things. Have a list of things i do on this blog!

Art. (Pretty much just me posting the things I draw)

rp (I talk about my rp/ask blogs and i rp on this blog too)

drawing requests (do not confuse with commissions which i don’t do. I have not gotten a request yet but I will be happy if and when I do.)

give my opinion (idk it’s just my personal opinion)

exist (lol :3)

talk about fnaf (I like it)

small cosplay (I usually just make cosplay pieces and wear them when I’m alone.)

imo Star Trek is wayyy better then Star Wars. 4 the Star Trek fans: 🖖. I’m pretty sure that that means something else too but I’m doing it as the Vulcan live long and prosper thing.

I have a bunch of fnaf songs memorized including (I will also link a yt video of the song to the name)

The mangle

Count the ways

You can’t hide

Lights on

Five more nights

Below the surface

Merry fnaf Christmas

Join us for a bite (Wich tecnacaly I have The Living Tombstone - Join Us for a Bite Remix memorised)

Another round

We don’t bite

stuck inside

(And yes there’s 2 songs called count the ways and I have both memorized)

I recently started cussing on my blog and in my head and when I’m alone irl.

I’m very very sorry if I don’t know what an abbreviation means, I’m kinda new to the internet so if it’s the first time you are using the abbreviation with me i suggest in (these thingys) putting what it means, it will help and reduce confusion and I thank anyone who does.

I am bad at spelling sooo… it might be a little hard to read my posts but blame autocorrect for not understanding what I’m trying to type

I’m ALWAYS accepting asks! And I’m totally cool with requests! but I might not do them.

I love to rp eaven if the game is fnaf 1 I’m always a Wet Floor Sign Bot (only on this blog though) btw my excuse is WFSB’s and staff bots are all knowing and aslo there’s a time portal in the mop closet don’t ask how it got there

I have school and bedtime so it’s fine but I do have time spans but I’m not going to bother you with it

I like love fnaf (even tho I’ve never played the games and just can’t get myself to read the books. (By now I have read the first Fazbear frights graphic novel version of the book and I am trying not read the other Fazbear frights graphic novel’s))

I have a fnaf oc named fifi

resonantly got a au blog @five-nights-at-foxys-au if u want to check it out

I’m in 7th grade so yeah

The iPad im using belongs to my school so im not going to be here in summer sadly but I will answer all my asks I get when I’m back

I have ADHD Inattentive and distractible type. I also have anxiety and apparently I have depression, I don’t believe the depression.

all my rp/ask blog’s I have

so I 1st got my mangle blog @ask-mangle-the-sad-one

then my Toy Bonnie one @ask-toy-bonnie-something

then I got my Bon-Bon blog @ask-the-handpuppet-bon-bon

then I got RWQFSFASXC because I cud @ask-rwqfsfasxc

then I got Ballora @ask-ballora-the-ballerina

Then I got my Bonnet @ask-the-handpuppet-bonnet

and glamrock mangle @ask-glamrock-mangle-in-kids-cove (this one will probably be repurposed to another character)

and Toy Freddy @ask-toy-freddy-the-peace-keeper

and Toy Chica @ask-toy-chica-and-im-not-a-mom

and BB JJ and Dee Dee @ask-the-fnaf-balloon-kids

and game Vanessa @ask-vanessa-the-security-gaurd

and Vanny @ask-vanny-the-murderes-rabbit

and Gregory (game’s only) @gregory-da-bears-cub

the blob the mimic and burntrap @the-pizzaplexs-bacement-monsters

Helpy and Helpi @the-helpful-little-bears

Phantom foxy @phantom-foxy-is-a-pirate

fredbear (not gonna spesify that) @bloody-yellow-bear

I also do a little bit of rp on my main blog and I’m pretty happy about the blogs I have rn but I’m considering making a Helpy, because he’s adorable and amazing.

if I’m on one of my other blogs I will refer to my main as Ashley. And Ashley is not my name irl. I just like it

I like making poles.

if any of my blogs are active then I’m active

I don’t care if people stalk my page or spam me, I just like interacting with people. (I’m very sorry if I spam u. i probably just don’t realize it. or I really like your blog)

I will tag the important things that people should know with: very important

and 🍍+🍕=🤢🤮/ I don’t like pineapple on pizza, I refuse to eat pizza with anything on it other then just cheese, I respect all topping choices except pineapple, fruit doesn’t belong on pizza, especially when it’s cooked, the only fruit that should be cooked is specifically when it’s in pie or something like that.

btw I keep editing this post because ether things change or I found a typo.

also there’s now more portals than the one in the mop closet by masersise and more kinds than just time portal.

current hyper fixation: fnaf 2

EVERYONE IMPORTANT NOTE!!! I WILL NOT BE ACTIVE AT ALL THROUGHOUT SUMMER ALL THE WAY TO SOMETIME IN SEPTEMBER!!! I WILL BE BACK IN SEPTEMBER AND I PROMISE I WILL LOOK AT ALL OF THE ACTIVITY, REBLOGS, COMMENTS, AND ASKS (IF I GET ANY)!!!

I will be making a post when i leave 4 the summer

Btw I resantly got absolutely obsessed with a ship I created. Ship name: shadow toy. its RWQFSFAXC x Toy Bonnie.

#all about me #my blog #intoduction #I also like mlp #And wof #and a little bit of warriors #The cat books #I specifically mean the cat books #I like to rp #Yes their is a time portal in the mop closet #Very important #Introducing me

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years ago

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Bodyguard Ari x baker reader:

The one time she can't hide from him because single mom reader has an emergency and had to leave early

Your luck, sooner or later, was bound to run out. It wasn’t a matter of if but a matter of when. There was no possible chance for you to completely avoid Ari Levinson for the rest of your life, especially since he had found you at that party while you went out with the girls.

Really, it was just a matter of time before Ari found you alone and given that Jensen’s girl had an emergency with one of her kids and had to leave early. That left you alone with some sweet after school teenagers who were working, to face Ari alone.

Without the cover of Jake’s potential sweetheart, you were unable to hide in the back. It was your bakery, your business that had grown immensely, and you were damn proud of it. However given that you were the owner, that meant you couldn’t hide from Ari forever.

“I like our games of cat and mouse.” His voice startles you in such a way that you jump back and bump yourself against a tray of cleaned silverware, the clatter of metal hitting tile floors chaotic and melodic.

“Ari!” You say his name as a deft scold, though its one that feels weak and half-assed. “Don’t scare me!”

“You can’t run from me now, rabbit.” His eyes are playful yet energized by desire, and the look has you reeling as an ache appears between your thighs. “Relax, little buttercup. I promise I won’t eat you today.”

“Eat me?” Your eyes widen and then they narrow, and within a moment your arms cross over your chest and that fire takes hold of you. “Who the hell do you think you are? You can’t come in here and say things like that.”

“No?” Ari questions you, leaning in to place one large thick hand against the countertop, fingers flexing to produce an explicit thought in your hand that fuels the fire in your belly.

I want those hands on me and in me—your inner thoughts crater to desire and your distraction is noted by the giant.

“Can I order a coffee and my usual, buttercup?”

“You can damn well say please.” Your fire ignites, flames spitting ashes at Ari that he welcomes wholeheartedly.

“Please,” he speaks sultrily, purring as he leans against the counter and flexes just enough to illicit a sharp squeak, “can I order my usual, buttercup?”

“Laying it on thick, Levinson,” you sharply turn away from him and with a nod of your head you get started on his order, “but at least you know your manners.”

“I passed kindergarten, sweetheart. I know the basics.” Ari slapped a bill down on the counter, giving you a tip that was quintuple the meagre bill and then he walked toward the pickup counter, keeping his eyes fixed on you.

#Silverfox!bodyguard!Ari Levinson x baker!Reader #Silverfox!bodyguard!Ari Levinson #Silverfox Club #Silverfox Club girl’s

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atths--twice · 1 year ago

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Day, Week, and Forever

Wanting to fill the silence in the car, Mulder asks Scully an interesting question.

I am always thinking about story ideas, living in my own head, and this came to me. I love thinking of the times when they were driving for miles and miles and what they would discuss in those moments.

Hope you enjoy it. ❤️

May 1999

“If you could be an animal, what kind of animal would you choose?” Mulder asked, breaking the current silence in the car.

“What?” Scully asked, turning her head to look at him.

“Enlighten me, Scully, and tell me the animal you would choose to be if given the opportunity,” he said with a grin, but then his expression changed as he remembered something and he scoffed. “And don’t say Eleanor Roosevelt’s beloved childhood cat or something as mundane as that.”

“What would be wrong with that choice?” she asked and he gave her a pointed look before turning his attention back to the road. “I’m sure if she had a cat it would be much beloved.”

“Boring,” he breathed as he shook his head and she laughed softly.

“Okay,” she said and he glanced at her as she shifted in her seat. “Am I this animal forever?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, am I picking said animal with the thought that I will forever be that animal or is this a one day type thing?”

“I don’t see the difference.”

“There’s a huge difference,” she said, crossing her legs as she looked at him, gesticulating with her hands. “I might not want to be one animal forever, but maybe… a couple different ones.”

He grinned and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he thought.

“Okay. Day, week, and forever. They can be the same or different. What would they be and why? Go.”

“Okay.” She turned her head and looked out the window, but then looked at him again. “Will I be safe?”

“What?”

“As this animal. Will I be safe? I won’t be prey for anything or harmed in any way?”

“Hmm. No,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re free to live your life as the animal of your choosing for the time period you’ve selected.”

“Good,” she said with a nod. “Then for the day, I’d like to be a fish.”

“A fish?”

“Mm-hmm. And not in a tank or anything. Out in the ocean.”

“Any particular species of fish?”

“Hmm… a parrot fish.”

“Okay. And why?”

“Because…” she said, a small smile on her face. “Well, the parrot fish in particular because I think they’re beautiful. Plus, they live in tropical environments, so the water would be warm.”

“Fair enough,” he said with a chuckle.

“And a fish in general, because I’d like to experience what it’s like to breathe underwater. To feel my gills moving to do so. And swimming. My mom used to say that I swam like a fish when I was younger. I’d like to know how that really feels. Swimming on my own, down in the quiet of the ocean.”

“You know, oceans aren’t actually quiet. There are-”

“The relatively quiet ocean,” she said, correcting herself as she rolled her eyes at him and he grinned.

“And for the week? Will you pick something similar to the fish?”

“No,” she said, smiling as she looked at him. “If it’s for a week, I’d like to be a horse.”

“A horse?” he asked in mild surprise.

“Yeah. But not a tamed one that’s kept in a stable and fussed over. Something wild… like a mustang living somewhere like New Mexico.”

“Okay. And why?”

“Well, while the animal isn’t the same, the reasoning is somewhat similar, I suppose,” she said with a shrug as she looked out the window. “The feeling I’d have to do what I wanted, when I wanted. I’d run on the plains or up the hills, through canyons… wherever really.”

“Alone?”

“No,” she said, turning her head to smile at him. “In a family group.”

“Of which you’d be the alpha mare,” he teased and she exhaled a laugh, looking back out the window.

“Most likely.”

“More than likely.”

“Imagine being a horse like that,” she said quietly. “Together with those you trust and care for the most. Running and roaming from place to place. Crossing rivers. Finding food. Seeing new foals born and watching them grow up. I think I’d like that.”

“But not forever,” he said, picturing a family group of horses beside a river at dusk. He could practically hear the young ones whinnying and the reassuring responses from the older ones.

“No,” she said with a sigh as she looked out her window again. “Not forever.”

It was quiet again and he glanced at her, wondering what she was thinking.

“If I had to choose which animal to be forever,” she said, nearly whispering. “I’d choose to be a cat.”

“A… a cat?” he asked, completely taken aback. “Of all the animals in the world?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “I’d be a cat. Specifically a cat living with an old woman in an even older farmhouse. It would look rather rundown from the outside, the paint fading and the porch steps sagging a bit, but it would be the best place I’d ever lived.”

“Tell me more about it,” he said, the image of a farmhouse appearing in his mind.

“She’d have a garden that she tended to every day,” Scully continued, leaning back in her seat and sighing. “There would be all kinds of vegetables, fruits, and flowers. I would lay in the shade provided by the large leaves, the sun warming me as she hummed and went about her work. She’d call me puss-puss when she was in the garden, sweet lady when she was cooking in the kitchen and I watched her from the chair she set aside just for me, and kitty-Katie when I laid beside her at bedtime, although that was not the name she gave me after I showed up at her porch one evening.”

“What was the name she gave you?”

“Adelia.”

He stared at her profile, marveling at the quickness to her response. It was as though she had thought of this scenario before he had asked.

“Adelia,” he repeated and she nodded.

“The old woman had lost a cat, you see. She’d had it for years and just before I showed up, it had passed. She didn’t want me, as her grief was too fresh, but I was in desperate need of help and she brought me inside. I still wasn’t doing well by the morning so she took me to the vet. When he saw me, he told her that I might not make it, but she said she knows I will. After three days, I was better and able to go home with her. Well now, she said to me as I curled up on her lap in her beat up old truck. I lost my sweet pussums and I was missin’ her terribly. I wasn’t lookin’ for a new cat and I certainly didn’t want you at first. But when he said you might not make it, I made a deal with the good Lord up above. And those kinds of deals well… ya have to stick to ‘em. So, my Adelia, aptly named for the deal I made with the man upstairs, we’re heading home. When you’re stronger and you’ve had some days layin’ out in the sunshine, we’ll set about to fulfill our side of the deal.”

She was quiet again and Mulder shook his head, his mind traveling in the truck with them as they rumbled down the road back to that old farmhouse.

“She’d made up a little spot for me on the porch for me to rest and sleep, but I preferred the rocking chair that sat in the corner,” Scully continued and now he was on the porch watching the old woman moving furniture around to accommodate the rescued cat. “It was her chair and she selflessly let me have it, bringing over another one to sit beside me. But eventually I would sit in her lap as she pet me, humming as she rocks the chair. When I’m stronger, she sets about fulfilling her promise. She grows the food in her garden and gives it to others who need it. She preserves, cans, and bottles anything she can and gives it to neighbors and people in town. I go with her on her deliveries and everyone says hello, giving me pets and scratches.”

Mulder exhaled, the details of the story making him feel that this had really happened. Or could happen.

The farmhouse, everything inside and surrounding it, was so clear in his mind, it was as though they could take a left turn up ahead and find it exactly as Scully had described.

“The old woman,” she said quietly. “She has a niece that comes to visit sometimes. She helps in the garden and listens to the old woman tell her how to can and preserve the fruits and vegetables. They laugh and stay up late into the night while I sleep on one of my various spots. But then, one day the old woman doesn’t get up early like she usually does. After that morning, she’s slower than normal and she tires out easily, spending most of the day in the porch rocking chair. I don’t mind as I get her full attention, purring happily as she pets me.”

“Hmm,” Mulder hummed, not liking where he knew the story was going.

“Adelia, the old woman says to me one day. Adelia, I feel a change in the air. In my very bones,” Scully said, letting out a sigh. “You’ve been a wonderful cat to me. A comfort like you’d never fully understand. And I’m sorry I’ll have to leave ya soon. You’ll be taken care of, I’ve seen to that, but I’ll miss ya, oh so very much.”

“Scully,” Mulder whispered warningly and he heard her sniff softly.

“The old woman’s niece comes to stay and I’m happy to see her, but it’s not the same. They aren’t up late laughing. They are quiet and the old woman doesn’t leave her bed much. Soon not at all. And then one day she does and she doesn’t come back.” Scully sniffled again, wiping her eyes. “I wait for her on the porch, look for her in the garden, meowing for her and waiting to hear her calling for me. But it never happens. People come over, lots of people. They give me scratches and pets, but I don’t want them. I only want the old woman. I sleep on her pillow and I don’t eat for a few days, not understanding where she’s gone and why I can’t find her. One night, the niece comes to the bedroom and lays down beside me, watching me with sad eyes. Hey, kitty-Katie, she says softly and my ears perk up. I know you miss her. I do too. But we’ve got each other. We’re going to be okay. I don’t understand exactly what she means, but I get up and lay down beside her, purring for the first time in days as she holds me and cries.”

Mulder gripped the steering wheel, blinking away the tears in his eyes and swallowing hard to get past the lump in his throat.

“When she starts to work in the garden, singing softly as she wears the old woman’s apron and big sun hat, I watch her from the porch. She sees me and smiles before she goes back to the garden. I walk off the porch, watching her curiously. I follow her, staying in the tall leaves where she can’t see me, waiting for something, though I don’t know what it is. Hey, puss-puss, she calls out and I meow and purr at the same time, running up to her and winding around her ankles. There’s a good girl, she says as she bends to pet me. When she stands up again, I see both her and the old woman. I lay down under the shade of the leaves, closing my eyes as I listen to her singing as she works.”

“Jesus Christ, Scully,” Mulder said, shaking his head. “I wasn’t expecting that. I was just attempting to fill the silence.”

“I didn’t anticipate it going that far,” she replied, sniffling as she too shook her head. “I honestly hadn’t ever thought about it before and it all just came to me. I could see it all happening so clearly.”

“Me too,” he whispered, still hearing the niece singing as she tended to the garden. “It was a really beautiful thought and told very well.”

“I do have an imagination, Mulder.”

“Yes, I am aware,” he said with a quiet laugh. “I admit, I was just surprised by the depth of the explanation.”

“Hmm. I’m sure you could have a field day analyzing the different animals and my reasoning behind each of them,” she said and he glanced at her as she wiped her eyes. “Especially the cat.”

“Adelia, you mean.”

“Yeah, Adelia,” she said with a smile.

“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t think I’d want to analyze it.”

“No?” she asked, raising her eyebrows in surprise.

“I think your reasons were good and made perfect sense. And I also think if I thought too much more about Adelia and the old woman, well… I might embarrass myself when I blubber like a giant baby.” She laughed quietly and he smiled. Seeing a road sign advertising places to eat, he pointed to it. “You hungry?”

“I could eat,” she said with a shrug. “And while we do, you could tell me your three animals, unless you have just one in mind.”

“Day, week, forever?” he asked incredulously. “Naaaaah, there will definitely be three and the first one will obviously be a dragon.”

“A dragon is not a real animal. You never said anything about mythical creatures being an option,” she stated and he shrugged as he turned on the blinker.

“Never said it wasn’t either. You didn’t ask.”

“Because you said animals. Not animals and mythical creatures.”

“Did you want to change any of your answers?” he asked as they exited the highway. Stopping at the light, he looked at her as she sat in thought.

“No. I’m happy with my choices,” she answered.

“Not even to be a pegasus instead of a horse?”

She raised her eyebrows and then frowned, shaking her head.

“No. I’m sticking with my choices.”

“Okay,” he said as he turned left. “But when my choices blow yours out of the water, just remember I gave you this chance.”

“I think I’m good,” she said as she rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“We’ll see,” he replied, turning into the parking lot of the advertised diner.

But even as he told her his choices: a dragon, owl, and wolf, he could not help but think of that little old farmhouse and a cat hiding beneath the large leaves in a sunny and well tended garden.

#the x files #xf fanfic #season 6 #driving #conversations in cars #filling the silence #Questions #Banter #Flirting #Friendship

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fisgirlblog · 20 days ago

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Separate Paths (a short story by me)

“I guess we are going in separate paths.”

Sophie said, chewing her food. June let out a slightly awkward chuckle. June and Sophie had been friends since they were little. They had been through all of each other's phases of life. But now they were 16, and things were changing. Sophie was the typical straight-A popular girl who went to parties, had a great boyfriend, best friend, money, and overall everything a teen girl wishes for. Versus with June, June was an awkward girl who often felt herself more alone than with people. She never dated anyone. She found herself in her favorite movies and tv shows, desperate to escape the life she was living. Despite the differences, the two always have fun seeing each other. They go to different schools and can’t see each other often. Sophie and June looked like two opposites, a perfect example of opposites attract.

“Just look at you! Your doing great with your art. While I have my boyfriend,” Sophie chuckled at June, still eating. June had never been in a relationship, despite her age. Boys didn’t seem too interested in her. Boys always liked Sophie, they loved how pretty or confident she was. Sophie and her boyfriend had been together since the beginning of high school, and now they were about to graduate their sophomore year. Since June didn’t have a man, she spent all her time on her art and had grown a following online. People loved her work so much that she opened her own online store. “How is Zane?” June asked, grabbing her water and taking a sip.

Sophie smiled and grabbed her phone, pulling up a picture of him. It became one of the only things she would talk about. “He’s doing great! You know that he’s now going into his senior year sadly. But we are celebrating tomorrow night.” Sophie explained with a smile. “Thats great. Tell Zane, I say congratulations.” June smiled. She felt happy that Sophie had a boyfriend who loved and cared about her. It made her happy to see how good her childhood bestfriend was getting taken care of. However she felt so sad and resentful.

“I will, don’t worry.” Sophie smiled. June took a bite of her food. “Do you wanna pay soon than go back to my house and have a drink?” Sophie asked June. “Sure. But won’t your mom care?” June asked, the last thing she wanted was to get in trouble. “Come on don’t be a scaredy cat.” Sophie said with a tone that kinda stung June. June let out a soft sigh. Maybe Sophie was right. Maybe she needed to loosen up. “Fine, sure. Let’s do it.”

Sophie and June were sitting on Sophie’s rooftop. Sophie had one of those cool bedrooms upstairs that made it easy to sit on the roof. They were drinking something random that Sophie grabbed in a hurry out of her mothers alcohol fridge. June took a sip of that and it was bitter, “Fuck what is that?” She asked Sophie, trying not to make a face. Sophie took the drink and sipped it “I don’t fucking know. I just grabbed it.” June and Sophie barely talked over text. They would save all of their drama for when they would hangout in person. It made it more interesting is what June thought, however as time went on she realized that Sophie didn’t care that much about her.

“Do you think you and Zane are going to be together forever?” June asked looking over at Sophie. Sophie shrugged. “I doubt it. This is just a silly high school relationship.” Sophie hesitated. “Well, you can’t go five minutes without texting him. It may be a little more than that.” June teased as she grabbed the random drink and took a sip. Sophie rolled her eyes playfully and nudged June. “When you get a boyfriend, you’ll understand. I promise,” Sophie told her. It always pissed June off when people would say shit like that. Did they not understand that she was trying to get a boyfriend? Could they not understand that she was trying!? “Have you been going to parties?” June asked Sophie, passing her the drink. “Yeah me and Zane go every other week. Honestly it depends on if Claire (her real bestfriend) can go with her boyfriend.”

“Oh cool,” June sighed. Claire had taken June’s spot as bestfriend in Sophies world. “Yeah so it just depends.” Sophie nodded, taking a sip. The girls shared a moment of silence, overlooking the sunset as they sat on the house's roof. “I was thinking about something the other day.” Sophie revealed. June looked over at her, “Like what?” She wondered. “Just we’ve both gotten so far in life. Like I always expected you to be the one with the boyfriend, straight A’s and everything. But it’s me. Now your the one who goes to punk concerts, gets bad grades and is in between people. Which none of this is a knock but. It just is shocking to me how much we’ve changed.” Sophie explained.

June hated that description, even though it was real. Sophie had the life she envied. Yet she wondered if Sophie envied her. She wondered if Sophie envied her free spirit, her ability to go through her life without a fuck to give. “Do you think we’ll stay friends forever?” June asked Sophie, even though she already knew the answer. “I think so.” Sophie grinned looking over at her, grabbing her hand.

June knew that Sophie would always be in her life, no matter if it was contact, no contact, she knew that they would always be friends. June considered Sophie as her sister. The two kept watching the sunset behind the trees of the neighborhood. “I’m scared.” Sophie admitted, June looked over at her. “Why?” “In a way I’m jealous of you. You know your passion in life. I-I don’t know what to do.” Sophie revealed. June thought it was ridiculous in a way. Did Sophie not get how jealous June was of her? “Yeah but you have Zane and-” “-Just because I have Zane doesn’t mean that he’s my passion. Its great having a boyfriend, yeah. But I want to know my job, my future.” Sophie interrupted her. June stayed quiet to listen to her and hear her out. “I don’t see Zane always being in my life. And… I know it must suck not having a boyfriend but since you don’t have one you can at least think of where your going to end up… I can’t think about anything without having to consider how it would effect Zane.” Sophie vented. June moved closer to Sophie and wrapped her arm around her, “Do you have a plan for when he’s going off to college?” June asked Sophie. “Well… Since he’s graduating in his junior year, now no. But over the summer, he told me we would try to go long distance to test us.” Sophie explained. June felt bad for judging her. “I’m sorry… I can’t imagine what your going through.” June comforted her. Sophie looked over at her. “Nobody does. I-I’m just so fucking god damn stressed all the time! Stressed about him leaving, stressed about my grades, stressed about everything. I… I need to find myself.” Sophie stressed. June rubbed her back, she didn’t know what all to say or to do. But she knew that all she needed to do was be for one of her bestfriends that was struggling. “And you will. You may need to go down some roads to find her. But you will. I swear. And you won’t be alone.”

The end.

(sorry for this short story guys. I was going to fill this up with rage but I got kinda sappy. Ik its not good but enjoy anyway 😛)

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