Warnings: angst, kind of hurt/no comfort, does this count as whump? I killed our beloved autistic wife Peter 💔
Word count: 300
For the January Jumble Scribbles challenge hosted by @societynsoelsscribbles | Jan. 30: Do you believe in life after love?
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When Peter died, it left Peia catatonic.
She should've been there. Most nights, she went with him on patrol. She went for his safety. They were waiting until the wedding to do the soul bond that would've protected him, the way she would've protected him if she'd been there. They only had two more weeks. Then, she wouldn't have to worry about him. Then, she would know he was safe.
It was the first night in months she'd worked late. They had a big client to take care of, and she was the lead. In any other situation, she would've been with Peter. On any other night, she would've saved him. With any other call, he would've made it home.
But he didn't. And now, he never would.
Her best friend was the one who broke the news to her. Ben was a homicide detective. Peter was his new case to solve. There were parts of his job he didn't love, but telling the family was the worst—especially when it was someone he loved.
The first time she spoke since getting the news was after the funeral. It was so quiet that he'd nearly missed it. "Do you believe in life after love?"
"What do you mean?"
"I know I believe in love after life because he's gone and I still love him so much, but... what about life after love?" she asked, half breathless. "How am I supposed to go on like this? I can't eat or sleep or breathe or even cry anymore. I'm just-... broken." His heart shattered when her eyes met his, the pain and grief that swallowed her threatening to engulf him, too. "What am I supposed to do?"
Gritting his teeth, Ben pulled her into a hug. "We'll figure it out. I promise."
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Warnings: idiots in love (do I ever write anything else? No. ✨💚), Wesley has a dirty mind, Solestia doesn't, misunderstandings, fic is actually a day late for Sol's birthday, sad Ben :((
Word count: 450
For the January Jumble Scribbles challenge hosted by @societynsoelsscribbles | Jan. 21: "They just said get up there and make some trouble."
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It was Detective Zloft (The Younger)'s birthday and, in true Solestia fashion, she was working late to tie up the last loose strings of a case. Without context, her brother had sent Wesley up to her desk to keep her busy for a while. She'd been so engrossed in her work that she hadn't heard him come in, startled when she turned around and saw someone there. "What are you doing here?" she asked, head tilted slightly the way it always did when she was confused.
"They just said to get over here and make some trouble," he reported with a shrug, "so... here I am."
Solestia smiled, putting the last of the day's paperwork in the outgoing paper tray to file first thing tomorrow morning. "They do realize we don't hate each other anymore, right?" she asked, slinking her arms around her boyfriend's neck. "I mean, your lawyer shenanigans are almost always annoying, but I'm not sure how much trouble you can really make now that we're dating." Wesley's hands found her waist all too naturally, holding her close.
"Well, I can think of all kinds of trouble we could make, but I kind of doubt you'd be interested. Pretty sure you told me you were the 'after marriage' type, and I intend to respect that."
It took her a moment to get the implications. When she did, Sol let out a scandalized gasp, immediately followed by a scolding, "Wesley!" that made him giggle.
"You're so easy," he chuckled, adoration and mischief in his eyes. "I love you."
"I love you, too. But I'm done with paperwork, so I'm heading back to get my stuff, then we can head out, yeah?" Figuring he'd done a good enough job for whatever Ben had wanted him to do, Wesley nodded, walking with her back toward the locker room.
They didn't get very far before being met with confetti poppers, a crowd of their closest friends led by Solestia's brother, Ben, shouting, "Happy birthday!" Ben had sent Wesley to distract her while he got the rest of the precinct ready, but ended up getting none of the credit. Sol turned to Wesley with adoring eyes, misty from emotion. "A surprise party for me? How'd you know I've always wanted one?"
If he hadn't already been terrified of his girlfriend's behemoth of a brother, Wesley certainly was with the way Ben scowled at him. He was rather unhappy someone else had gotten the credit in Sol's mind, even if Wes was quick to correct it. Which he was, not only from integrity, but also in fear of his life. Because Ben looked ready to eat him, and not in a friendly way.
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Me making a collage of my ocs' fcs vs remembering tumblr's pfp is circular and not square 🤦 most of them just get part of their bodies cut off this is fine
Anyway here's the actual collage if you wanna see it
Anyway, welcome to my sideblog. Main is @send-noodles-not-nudes if you wanna see my regular shitposting. This blog is specifically for oc shitposting ✌️ these are my idiots and I love them, I hope you love them too!
