#hersula

I wrote a little bit of fluffy hero/ursula fic! would love for you to read <3 

i don’t think i’ve ever written for them before!!!! a Travesty!!

thank you for this!! i’m in an extra sappy mood. i love these two. 

326. “Why are you baking muffins at three in the morning?”

Hero almost jumps. “Oh. Ursula, hi, sorry, I wasn’t expecting anyone–”

Ursula moves closer, bare feet walking across the tile in the kitchen. “Yeah, because it’s three in the morning.”

Hero smiles. “Yes. That.”

She resumes mixing the eggs into the flour mixture, and doesn’t stop until Ursula says, “Hey. I think it’s done.”

“Is it?”

Hero stares at the bowl. There are probably still some clumps in there that need to be whisked more, if she could just try hard enough–

“Hero. It’s alright.”

Eventually, Hero stops. 

Ursula is very close, but she doesn’t touch her. She says, “Can I help?”

After a moment of reading the recipe over another three times, Hero answers, “Yeah. Yeah, that’d be great.”

She frowns as Ursula puts the muffin wrappers in the muffin sheet. “Why are you up so late?”

Ursula shrugs, not looking at her. “I dunno, it’s–I guess I’m just stressing about university things. Like, what if my photography never takes off? What if I’m one of those film students who ends up waitressing for the rest of my life?”

Hero nods, and adds extra vanilla into the batter because that’s how it’s done in her house. It’s what her mums like to do. She misses them, she should probably Skype with them sometime soon. “Yeah, I get that. I mean, graphic design is useful and fun, but who knows if anything’s going to come of it?”

Ursula sighs, placing an extra muffin wrapper back in the package. “It’s scary.”

“It is. But Ursula,” Hero says, and Ursula finally looks at her. “Whatever you end up doing, you’re going to be ok. If you need help looking into internships and job prospects, let me know. I’m here for you, of course.”

Ursula smiles tremblingly. “Of course.” She blows dust off of her glasses. “Sorry, I know that this isn’t like, a huge deal, not like–” Ursula puts her glasses back on and glances at the time on the microwave. Her voice quiets. “Do you want to talk about it?”  

Her hands are coated with flour, and now it’s 3:11 in the morning, but Hero takes Ursula’s hand, and kisses her knuckles. “You don’t have to be sorry. Thank you for telling me about what’s stressing you out. It really is scary! It is. And it’s important to you, so it’s important to me.”

A comfortable silence settles between them. Thank God it’s the weekend, and they don’t have to get up early tomorrow for work or school. 

Hero pours the batter into the muffin tins, and Ursula puts them into the oven.

As they’re waiting for them to bake, Hero says, “It’s been, you know, two years, but sometimes I still–I get it in my head that if I just did everything right, none of it would have happened? So like, I need to act perfect now, to make up for it. So I worry so much about–well, about a lot of things, but mostly about not being perfect, about getting things wrong, and I hear–I still hear his voice at that party. Stupid.” Hero swallows and takes Ursula’s hand. “So that’s why I’m here, I guess. I feel like I have to do this to not mess up, whatever that means.”

“Mm.” Ursula never tries to put words in her mouth, just leans against her. “You’re not perfect, and it’s ok to not be perfect. I’m always going to love you. You know that, right?”

“Right,” Hero says, and she does, she does, she does. “It’s like–you’re not going to find the perfect job right away, yeah? You might end up being a waitress forever. But I love you too, I do. I always will.”

The oven beeps after a while, and after Hero has checked three times to make sure the muffins are ready, they take them out and wait for the muffins to cool, and then they eat them, one each, because it’s closer to four in the morning now. 

When they’re finished, Ursula kisses her goodnight, and Hero breathes her in, and she supposes that both of them taste like muffins. She laughs a little, holds Ursula a little too tightly. “Thank you.”

Ursula smiles. “Thank you too. Let’s try to sleep, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Hero doesn’t fall asleep until six in the morning, but it’s better than not sleeping at all. She curls herself around Ursula, and she breathes in time with her, and sometimes she’s not ok, and this is one of those times. It happens. Hero buries her nose in Ursula’s hair. It’s ok. She’s going to be ok. Ursula’s going to be ok. They’re going to be ok. She repeats this many times, as Claudio’s teenaged voice screams in her head. 

“she’s wonderful”

“she’s actually so, so lovely, I actually catch myself wanting her to insult me”