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[parttwoactuallywrites]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: General Audiences

Pairings: Chell/Wheatley

Summary: Portal Secret Santa 2020~ Chell and Wheatley, married with children, enjoy Christmas and can't seem to enjoy a kiss.

(Technically an ATNG epilogue but you don't really need to read any of that)

This is my @portal-secret-santa for @byakurenbreak! I hope you enjoy :D Happy Holidays :)

[parttwotriestowrite]

What’s It All About?

Fandom: Coco

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: N/A

Summary: He didn't catch it then, but the gears were turning in Ernesto's mind. If only he noticed

(In case Ao3 is more your fancy)

The point where Héctor would come to question everything with Ernesto came on a rooftop.

They’d drained whatever was left of the cheap tequila and spat at the world walking beneath them. Who knew being broke in Mexico City would be so damn fun?

But as the laughing died down, and the conversation grew more pensive, Héctor turned to Ernesto and finally asked, “So after all this time, what do you think it’s all about?”

“What?”

“You know,” He said, as he looked to the starless sky, “What we’re doing? You got an idea of what this mess is about, amigo?”

“Ay dios mío, that’s obvious!” Ernesto said, flopping back onto his bag and reaching up, “To be stars! We’ve got the talents, the looks-”

“I personally think you look like an ass.” Héctor said.

“Oh shut up,” He laughed. “We got every right to it! We’re gonna work our asses off, become richer than God, and then live the good life.”

Héctor was quiet for awhile, and Ernesto finally turned to him.

“What about you, then?”

“Hmm?”

“What do you think this is all about? It’s only fair I know.”

Héctor turned to look at him, smiling gently. “Easy,” He said, “To have enough. You know… Provide for Imelda and Coco. That’s all I want, at least.”

And Ernesto, too, was quiet for awhile.

“I think I’m going to sleep,” Ernesto said, rolling over.

“Night, tonto.”

Looking back, the conversation would haunt Héctor. He didn’t catch it then, but the gears were turning in Ernesto’s mind.

If only he noticed.

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Notes: This is a little standalone work that fits into the continuity of that main thing I’m doing (here’s the first chapter of that for those interested). Idk, it’s more of a character study of Ernesto and Hector and the conversation that may have sparked the murderous intent. 

Big thanks to The Bro @loracarol for helping me edit, as per the usual, and also to my buddy who helps with the Spanish! 

Critique is always appriciated :D

[parttwoactuallywrites]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Teen and Up

Pairings: Axton/Zer0

Summary: “Well then, we’ll find it,” He said, somewhat surprising himself as he did, “We’ll hunt it down. Once this is all over, once we kill Jack and everything, we can take a break from the whole vault hunting thing, try to track down your home planet, find your parents, that stuff. I’ll help you. We can do it together.”

“You don’t mean that,” Zer0 said with a little smile. Their eyes were fixed on a distant star. Axton, ever the dreamer, liked to believe that system, whichever it was, was the one their family resided on.

“I do,” He insisted. He’d given up on saving face, at this fucking point. He had no filter. He’d just hope they’d both forget in the morning, Zer0 certainly wasn’t themselves tonight. “I promise.”

whoops. 

[parttwoactuallywrites]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Teen and Up

Pairings: Chell/Wheatley

Summary: Wheatley never loved anyone, like he loved his children. Chell, though the love of his life, didn’t compare in the slightest to the deep, profound, unadulterated love he felt for his four children. They were his entire world.

(First posted, but not first chronologically, of all the ATNG Epilogues)

I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I HAVE NO EXCUSES. IT’S ALL UP NOW THOUGH.

I’m also just. I’m so sorry for what you guys are abt to experience. This isn’t even a Portal Fic anymore, this is just me being evil and posting it to AO3

[parttwoactuallywrites]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Teen and Up

Pairings: Chell/Wheatley, Caroline/Cave Johnson (implied)

Summary: It’s not so easy to delete your humanity, but it’s not easy to understand it, either.

It’s Nearly Done, ladies and gents, children and adults, the whole of the world. Two years of writing and it’s nearly over. 

Get Hype. 

Anyways, yes, I got into my school of choice along with every other college I applied to! I’m going to school for economics and English, so we’ll see how we’re doing once the whole world stops being a Huge Mess, and then see how my first semester goes starting in August :)

[parttwoactuallywrites]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Teen and Up

Pairings: Chell/Wheatley

Summary: Wheatley never loved anyone, like he loved his children. Chell, though the love of his life, didn’t compare in the slightest to the deep, profound, unadulterated love he felt for his four children. They were his entire world.

(First posted, but not first chronologically, of all the ATNG Epilogues)

My dearest humans, beautiful people of the internet and world, the many loves of my life: It’s HERE babey! The first of many. This is, in fact, chapter 2 because I forgot to do this for chapter one. 

Just, warning here, this is very minimally chelley and more really about their children. I hope you all enjoy! Btw - I have a Twitter now! Follow it so I can stalk you in a loving and respectful manner. Concrit is always welcome, your comments and reblogs exceptionally appreciated :D

(btw for those with no faith in me - the whole thing is basically already written, I’m just editing and posting now, I much prefer this format tbh)

[parttwoactuallywrites]

Ooookz! Since you feel like doing requests, would you want to write something portal related about Chell and Wheatley, just hanging out, not necessarily ship related (I'm the anon by the way lmao) BUT THERE'S A SENTIENT ROOMBA FOLLOWING THEM AROUND FOR NO REASON IN PARTICULAR and Rick accidentally destroyed the only microwave in the facility and now Chell can't microwave pre-made grilled cheese sandwiches. 8DDDD

Oh hello! I just wanted to start off by saying: I love this request. I’ve been feeling a little down and this is so off-beat, it was kinda hard not to grin while I was imagining what I could do for it. Another thing: Pre-made grilled cheese? Those exist? I have literally never heard of them, but they sound... College AU-ish. So enjoy your little college AU one-shot, I love you, you’re a star. I’d also like to apologize in advance, I have no idea where the fuck I was going with this, it’s...

Nonsensical. Enjoy. 

They were engineering students. They all were engineering students, and they all did things that engineering students did, were what engineering students were: Which is to say, tired, angry, hungry, and most likely hungover. You try to sharpen a pencil with a razor-blade to 0.03 mm and not lose your damn mind, architecture is a bitch and that doesn’t even include the shit you have to do digitally. 

Admittedly, it was Chell’s fault for taking a drafting class, she always had neat handwriting and was decent enough at art, she figured: Hey! What’s the worst that can happen! 

The worst that can happen is your professor is vehemently against mechanical pencils and you spend the rest of your life slaving over a trash-can with eight different sharpening implements while your buddy fucks around coding his sentient fucking Roomba or whatever the fuck it was Wheatley was up to. 

Yeah so maybe Chell was a little annoyed. Shoot her. This was the fifth time she broke the lead on this pencil and if Wheatley said another “Hoo-rah yay! It works!” she’d flip her shit. 

This time, however, it wasn’t Wheatley who broke the silence and incited her ire, no, it was the Roomba. “Hello, Father,” It said, in that stupid text-to-speech voice he’d given it. It startled her, obviously, and for the last time that night, her pencil was nicely broken and she gave up, slamming the stump of wood down on her desk and holding her head in her hands. 

I’m gonna dismantle that thing. 

“Woah, shit, you weren’t supposed to say that, say: Hello, world,” Wheatley muttered to himself, click-clacking away on his keyboard. 

“Of course, Father. Hello, world.” Wheatley made a noise that could only really be described as a startled squeaky toy as he looked down at the Roomba, rolling slightly towards him. “Why do you fear me, Father?” 

“Whathefuckishappening- Chell!”

“Congrats, Dr. Frankenstien, you’ve made yourself a son.” 

“Actually it’s Frakensti- no, wait, you’re right. Dammit. Uh... Can you, uh... Help me?” 

“Absolutely not,” Chell said flatly. 

“Father? Why do you desire help?” 

Wheatley widened his eyes, looking down at the Roomba and back up at Chell, mouthing I’m gonna have to dismantle it. 

“Father?” The Roomba pressed. 

“Right, uhhh... Because parenthood is very difficult! I’m asking for help talking about uh... The birds and the bees! But that’s a talk for later, uh... Chell! Let’s go get something to eat.” 

“It’s three in the morning, cafeteria’s closed.” 

“There’s those shitty frozen grilled cheeses in the kitchen.” 

“Don’t swear, your son’s right there,” Chell said, deadpan sounding as ever, but an amused smile playing on her lips, “Don’t want him to pick up your swearing habit.” 

“You curse like a sailor!” 

“I’m not a parent,” She retorted quickly, standing up and wincing as she stretched, cracking her back in a single row - she had to’ve been sitting hunched over since seven.

Wheatley followed her as she wandered out towards the shared kitchen space of the dorm, the Roomba close at his heels. “Father, where are we going?” 

It went ignored by both parties as they meandered into the kitchen and stared, blankly, at the microwave, door just... Missing. Gone. 

The situation had Rick written all over it, but he’d clearly gone off to cover his tracks. 

“What the fuck.” Chell was beyond done. Couldn’t do a damn architectural drawing, couldn’t sharpen a damn pencil, and now, couldn’t eat a cheap frozen grilled cheese. 

She was actually going to commit murder. 

“Father? Why does the lady keep cursing?” 

“Uhhhh.... Roomba, might be a good time to take our leave.” 

[Welp, that’s that! I hope you enjoyed... Eh. This! Thank you so much for the request, I love you dearly, my good friend!]

[parttwoactuallywrites]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Teen and Up

Pairings: Virgil/Mel

Summary: Neither of them could ever tell you very much about anything. All they knew was who they were, where they fit, and the fluctuating cost of honey.

Welp, it’s finally here, the virmel fic I’ve been hinting at for nearly a year! I finally sat down and mcfreaking wrote the first chapter. HUGE thanks to @theportalwedeserve for beta-ing for me, they’ve been a big help and you should absolutely check them out and shower them in love. 

So go on ahead and give that sweet sweet concrit as you so see fit (hey, that rhymed). I hope all is well with you kids, stay out of trouble for me!