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Mushy May Day 10: Love Notes

Pairing: Cumulus/Cirrus

Characters: Cumulus, Cirrus

Tags: Fluff, Love Latters

Word count: 289

Summary: Mushy May Day 10

Cirrus gets a letter from Cumulus while on tour.

Fic below the cut or in ao3

@forlorn-crows

Cirrus was in her bunk, resting as she wondered if she should call Cumulus - even if it was currently nighttime for the other ghoulette and she knew that there was no way that her mate would be awake - when Perpetua walked up to her, “There’s mail for you.” Said the human as he left a letter on her bunk and walked away.

Cirrus immediately cheered up as she picked up the carefully sealed letter, it had a wax seal with the air symbol on it and a piece of lavented attached to it. She immediately knew that it was from her lovely mate. She opened the letter, careful to not break the paper and seal too much.

“Hello my cloud,

It’s been busy here in the ministry these weeks you’ve been away, yet I still think about you every minute of my days and nights. I miss you like never before,  but I don’t wish to pull you away from the tour. I know that you enjoy it, and that’s more than enough for me. I hope the new Papa is treating you well.

I can’t wait to see you again, I’m planning to take you out to the lake once you get back, we can stargaze together surrounded by the flowers and catch up. I hope you’re having fun out there.

Forever yours,

Cumulus <3”

Cirrus couldn’t wait for that to happen, she walked to the front of the bus and found Perpetua. “Hey, papa? Do you mind if I send a letter back to the ministry?” She asked. “No, you can go ahead and write it, I’ll make sure it gets there.”

Cirrus smiled, found a pen and some paper around the bus and got to writing.

Swiss loves to scare the living shit outta the new summons when he first meets them. He's a goofy and kind motherfucker, but he's also very aware that he's a bit scary-looking so it's his guilty pleasure. He'll narrow his eyes at them and growl lowly while he stalks closer to them and ultimately corners them against a wall. Watching them cower in fear never fails to make him burst out laughing.

Anyway, he pulls out his usually bullshit on a freshly summoned Phantom, who immediately averts his eyes and turns red, not out of fear but because he just popped the biggest boner he's ever had in his entire life.

They both kinda go like "... Oh." at the same time.

Time Blindness

Summary: The aftermath of Dew's elemental transition ft. Aether

Word count: 280 (short, I know)

Fic type: Angst with a tiny bit of comfort

Click here for the ao3 version

Aether was concerned beyond relief. He had been holding onto Dew for satan-knows-how-long, and he couldn’t let go of him. Not even Omega had been able to do so. Dew had been completely unmoving ever since the clergy had performed the elemental transition on him.

Aether’s heart broke every minute that ticked by. He was in his own room, Dew’s getting emptied by some of the other ghouls since no one had hope of the ghoul in his arms recovering. But Aether couldn’t give up, still using his quintessence to keep Dew breathing, not being able even to let go of him for more than two minutes, afraid that even the shortest period of time away from each other would cause Dew to slip away from him.

Then, after weeks, maybe a month, of living like that, Aether felt Dew twitch, the smaller’s arm moved slightly. Aether couldn’t make out if it was actually true or just his mind trying to get him to believe that Dew wouldn’t die. He took Dew’s hand, almost in disbelief, and shed a small tear when he felt a small squeeze on it.

Aether held onto Dew tighter, resting his head on the shorter’s as he tucked Dew’s head into his chest, pushing a bit more of quintessence into him.

Then, it finally happened, Dew opened his eyes, looked up at Aether, who looked down at him after feeling the movement.

Both were silent, but smiled at the realisation that it was finally over, the constant agony and uncertainty had come to an end, and peace was ready to enter their lives again. They could only hold each other at the thought of that.

I do think fandom would be wildly different if people respected fanfic writing. And I don’t mean treating it as a skill you need to improve or comparing it to published writing—I mean treating it as a hobby worth respect no matter the effort or perceived skill. You don’t look at someone’s art sketches and tell them to go study paintings to improve or to only post something polished. You don’t tell people admiring fanart to go to the moma instead. You don’t go to a gif maker and ask for more gifs minutes after they post. Or ask someone who writes a song to make a second song or tell them how you think they should improve it to your taste. So why do you do all these things to fic writers

Her.

Hey, so uh...

I didn't publish the Day two of Mushy May yesterday because I had to go to a funeral...

But I'll publish day 2 and 3 this afternoon!

Tourbus Tour

(They all have the same buses, so this is perfect for fanfic reference purposes js👀)

When ur mutuals w/ some cool ass people rb if u agree