#reesiewrites

Day Seven: Hybrid

Ship/Setting: Colson, Modern AU

TWs: N/A

Ao3 Link: Hybrid

Thank you so much for this opportunity! Seeing as it's Sol's birthday today (yes ey are named after the Summer Solstice, it's an important day culturally in Aries) I'll take the chance to ramble about em.

Under a read more because this got hella long :))

For @/starcrosseddeancas’ Drabble Challenge. Prompt Six: Lonely.

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47783680

Sayaka remembers the first time she saw an idol on TV. It’d been the first time she’d ever felt seen. Like she was more than some little girl in a dark house waiting for her Dad to come home.

She’d thought about that night often. It was a good motivator. Being an idol was endless work and sometimes she wanted to just quit. Until she remembered that little girl realizing she could be more than a shadow.

And she thinks of that little girl now, curled up on the couch with her friends. She’s a full-fledged idol now, out of school and in her own apartment. She smiles and comes to understand being an idol hadn’t been the true goal at all. She’d wanted companionship. She’d wanted someone to look at her and recognize her as more than a wisp.

"It doesn't feel like one."

Ranboo hums, eyeing his husband as he stirs the scrambled eggs sizzling in a pan. The goat-hybrid would seem fine to anyone who didn’t know him, hair brushed and standing straight in his usual bomber jacket and boots. Ranboo knew Tubbo though, and he could see the way the other’s hands clenched and unclenched and the way his ears flicked harshly in a way they only did when he was irritated.

“You okay?” he asked softly, turning the heat down on the stove so he could turn to face his husband without having to worry about burning the house down.

“Fine,” Tubbo snipped in a way that clearly said he wasn’t fine before backtracking with a sigh, “sorry, just tired. I didn’t sleep very well.”

Ranboo hummed again, holding an arm out to invite the other to lean into him. Tubbo did so easily, melting into the touch and head butting the taller’s side gently. Running a hand through Tubbo’s hair and wrapping his tail around the shorter’s leg, Ranboo spoke, “why don’t you go back to bed then? Or we can stay up and just relax here, maybe even bring Michael down? You deserve a break.”

“We deserve a break,” Tubbo corrected with an unamused snort before shaking his head. “I can’t though, we need to watch the outpost to make sure Quackity doesn’t try anything.”

“I could watch it then,” Ranboo hummed, pulling away from Tubbo to grab the pan of eggs and shake them into a plate. “And you could stay here and rest for a day. I’m sure Michael would love to hang out with you, and you could even invite Tommy over if you wanted.”

Tubbo contemplated the offer quietly, brushing his bangs up so he could look over Ranboo fully. His mouth was edged into a sharp line, brows furrowed as he thought. Eventually, his shoulders sagged and he let out a sharp sigh. Walking over to Ranboo he wrapped the man into a hug from behind, once again ramming his horns softly into the other’s back. “Fine, but only for a day.”

Dogchamp flicks an ear, as if to signal he’s listening. Purpled isn’t stupid enough to believe the animal can actually understand him but it’s nice to just... pretend, he supposed. Sometimes his thoughts got to loud for his head and he just needed to say what he was truly thinking for once.

“It’s good that no one’s around,” he continues, sorting through his house chests for what felt like the hundredth time. Pushing potatoes and fish and potions and all kinds of things into new spaces as he once again reorganizes. This time he’s placing everything down in alphabetical order. “I’m able to do whatever I want and no one can say anything about it because no one cares. There’s no ‘Purple don’t-‘ or ‘Purple can you-‘ or- or ‘Purple...’”

He swallows, placing down the bread he had been holding in a random slot and sitting back. Suddenly the silence is suffocating, an overbearing presence that swallows him. Dogchamp let’s out a soft whine, probably noticing his owner’s upset. Padding over, the dog nudged Purpled’s hand gently with his snout.

“We don’t need them,” the teen murmured, wrapping his arms around Dogchamp and burying his face in the dog’s soft fur. “We don’t need the UFO, or Quackity and his stupid country. We have the house and- and the farm, and we’ve got all these things that- that someone has to take care of. We’re fine, we’ll- we’re fine.”

“What do you mean?” Huey asked, brows furrowing. He looked down at Louie warily, and though he had asked, Huey couldn’t help but feel he already knew the answer. After all, it was no secret Louie hated adventures, and this whole... breakdown seemed to have started the second adventure was brought up.

Huey didn’t really understand though. Sure he could understand the appeal of staying home, but adventures were fun and exciting. They offered new information and chances to see the world and learn all kinds of new things. They even had treasure (most of the time at least) which Huey knew Louie loved.

Was staying at home wasting away on the couch really so important to him?

“Adventures!” Louie growled predictably, “I-I need a break! I’m too tired to keep doing this, I can’t-“

“Okay, okay,” Huey soothed, interrupting his brother despite his brain screaming at him not to. He desperately wanted to understand, to finally know for once what his brother was thinking. The more Louie talked though the more panicked he seemed to become, and Huey really didn’t want that. “I’ll try to find us a way out of it okay? We- we can do something else, at home! It’ll be a normal day, like on the houseboat, that’d be nice right?”

And Huey was mostly trying to come up with things to calm down Louie (who was breathing so shallowly Huey feared he would faint), but the more he spoke the more he found himself agreeing with what he said. As fun as adventures were it would be nice to spend one day just doing normal things, to act like they used to on the houseboat for once.

Huey knew he would never get that with Dewey, but maybe his youngest brother would like a bit of normalcy for once too.

Damn it. Damn it all!

She had been so close, if that stupid monster had waited just a few more seconds Della could have gone home. She could have been saved. She could have finally seen her boys and just how much they’d grown.

How long had it been now? A year at least, right? They would be walking by now, maybe even talking. When she had been on Earth, Della had always imagined watching her little boys taking their first steps to her, or saying ‘Mama’ for the first time.

Now she would never get that.

She didn’t know anything about them, not even what they looked like. Even the order they hatched was a mystery to her. Was Rebel just as mischievous as she’d imagined him as? Turbo as quick and cunning? Jet as smart and adventure-ready?

Della didn’t know, and now maybe she never would.

#AHDJDJSBVHBB idk i'm sleepy but always have a hard time getting to bed #projection at its finest #SORRY THJS ONE IS BORING LOL

Here it is! The 2nd Prompt fic in a series (because I’ve decided to connect all of them now): https://archiveofourown.org/works/29793582