I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna be a hater on main. TerminalMontage's Christian Kirby bit made the finale of Something About Kirby 64 infuriating, and it ultimately resulted in me unsubscribing because it killed my interest in future animations.
There will never be a Something About Kirby episode as funny as Something About Kirby Super Star was. Kirby with the crucifix? Iconic. The single frame of Jesus as Marx gets exorcised? Iconic! That shit was fucking funny!
Even the repeat of the Christianity/exorcism theming felt way more natural when Luigi's Inside Story voice clips of Italian-sounding gibberish were used as the soundbite for him exorcising his mansion in Something About Luigi's Mansion. In my humble opinion, I think the bit works a bit better for Luigi because it's not that far of a leap to assume that a human Italian man was raised Catholic.
I know the man himself is Christian. I know that whenever people get mad at his inclusion of it in the videos, part of the bit is for him to double down out of spite. I know a part of my beef is because I'm a combination hardcore Kirby fan and disdainful ex-Christian agnostic. I know I am the exact target of TM's spiteful doubledowns, which is why I never joined in on the frustration in the comment section! I just unsubscribed.
I just think that if you're gonna include it in your comedy internet meme animations about video games, which are designed to make fans of those games laugh, you should put a little more effort into making the video about what's actually in the game, or what the fans actually like.
Sometimes, homages to community elements exist in his videos as bits in and of themselves, and they end up overshadowing the canon content of the games. A parallel example in TM's work is Speed Demon Mario. Speedrunner tropes absolutely overshadow a lot of what goes on in Mario! This is also true of the Wildsverse Zelda videos. However, speedrunning is itself a gaming subculture, and while speedrunning communities don't always interface with capital-F Fandom™, it's still a variety of fandom and interfaces with the community at large. The overlap exists, and therefore the comedy works. The same is not true of Christians and the Kirby fandom. We're all gay as fuck over here, which kind of naturally gives us a contentious relationship with God. I think you'd have a much easier time doing this with a certain subset of Sonic fans. I don't see religiously-themed kidcringe content from Kirby fans and I never have even when religious kidcringe was being actively made unironically.
The most frustrating part is that the Christian Kirbo bit started as a joke to counter an outright Satanic interpretation of Marx. This played into the meme that the final bosses of Kirby are all evil cosmic horrors. Putting a devilish spin on it is not that hard, and it resulted in a funny video!
This essay has me rewatching all his Kirby vids, and the "Kirby is an evangelist" subplot in Something About Kirby's Adventure still manages to be funny! Having a Waddle Dee shut the door in his face at the start is funny! Putting the crucifix in the Fountain of Dreams instead of the Star Rod is funny! It opens with God saying "You are my most favorite creation" in TTS and yeah of COURSE Kirby is God's favorite! He's Kirby!
Something About Amazing Mirror has Kracko die and go to heaven, but the bit doesn't overstay its welcome. Besides, God speaking in TTS is its own bit of comedy. It doesn't return until the final boss fight with Dark Mind, where the joke becomes "people in the comments are mad about my Christian running gag. TURBO JESUS BLAST!" The metacommentary makes it funny!
So not only did the second-ever Kirbo video smoothly incorporate the Christian theming, but the third gets a little meta about it, which puts a new spin on the running gag.
My attitude is softening as I write this post and refresh my experience with the videos. Honestly the more I think about it the more I realize I was probably just mad that he butchered one of my huge blorbos, Zero Two, by not doing ANYTHING with the angel imagery. The Dark Matter possess people and are led by an evil angel! The Luciferian parallels write themselves! Dude you were SO CLOSE. Baptizing Zero like a mortal just doesn't fit. I was trying to work out Zero's place in the hosts of heaven back before I left the faith. I looked up lists of angel names and found out Zeroel is a valid alternative alias for the real angel Zeruch, and I've kept it ever since. No angelology? Really, man?
So while I'm less and less mad as I write and clarify my feelings, that doesn't change the fact that at the time, it 1) felt like I was being preached to, and 2) was being told that hardcore Kirby fans are not the target of this funny Kirby content. Rewatching the videos with the understanding that they aren't made for me makes the humor flow much better overall, Christian bits and all. But if they're not made for me, then I will not engage with them, and I will return to the works of other fans who haven't alienated me.
I'm not trying to revoke TerminalMontage's fan card, either. You don't have to participate in the fandom community to enjoy a piece of media. However, when I first watched Something About Kirby 64, I felt personally betrayed. And maybe that's my fault for getting too invested in the funny meme animations and wanting more funny memes to use amongst my Kirby friends. A bit too parasocial, perhaps. But I think it's sad that I'm able to better appraise the implementation of Christian themes in TerminalMontage's videos only after being disallowed from truly connecting with them ever again.
The Winchester’s get into more than they plan for with a prince of hell and Mary feels responsible for what happens. Dean and Cas clear the air a bit after the ordeal. Part 4 in a series.
Mary watches as her son puts on the show of ‘being Dean Winchester’ in the way he only ever does around other hunters. She also notices that he’s chosen the seat furthest away from Castiel at the table the group are seated at which she has already learned to be unusual for him. It’s like he’s trying to be as far away from that Dean as he can. He even attempts to flirt with the server, but she clearly isn’t having it. And then the server flirts with Cas, and Mary cringes as her son overcompensates for his jealousy. It’s a good performance, but it’s just that. A performance.
“Oh dude, she is into you,” Dean leans in, honing in on the Angel to her left.
“Mm hm,” she hears from her right.
“Dean...” she tries from her end but is silenced immediately.
“No, this is good,” he continues in, glancing back and forth between her and Cas- afraid to linger on either for too long, “we’ve been looking for teachable moments and this...”
He clicks his tongue to emphasize his point as he seems to be looking anywhere but at the table of people around him.
Mary’s cell phone pulls her attention away, and reminds her of the real reason they are all there.
“Everything alright, Mom?” Sam turns to her.
“Yeah, just a hunter... needs some help,” she doesn’t look at him as she lies, hating every second of it.
“Another one?” Dean pipes up, suddenly a part of the group again.
“Can’t have too many friends in this line of work,” she says and that’s not a lie.
This seems to placate everyone so she leans forward, all business.
“Okay-”
“The internet here sucks,” Sam is already interrupting, “I downloaded all the bunker’s files to a new archive, but we’re not getting any signal, so I’m just-”
Dean begins snoring loudly before adding, “Nobody cares,” and changing the subject yet again, “Cas, here’s the thing you need to know about waitresses, okay? They get hit on all day long so you gotta bring your A-game, but upside?” he continues with a point of his finger and another click of his tongue, “They always smell like food.”
“They always smell like food!” Wally parrots from beside him, clearly buying into the performance and wanting to impress him.
“Okay-okay-” Mary tries as everyone erupts with questions and remarks at the same time, but they have a job to do and this is non-sense.
She slams her hand down.
“Hey!” everyone’s eyes turn to her in unison, “screens down, eyes up, shut up.”
“Sorry, Mom.” “Sorry.” Sam and Wally speak in unison.
“Okay, here’s what we know...” and the charade begins.
Sadly though, her son’s charade takes focus yet again when after a few minutes of strategy the server returns.
She notices a glimmer in Cas’ eye though when Dean describes him as ‘devastatingly handsome’ and for a moment, she’s drawn away from the others, caught off guard by the look she sees in the Angel’s eyes. However, as Cas glances around, suddenly nervous of showing his emotions outwardly too much, he notices she has caught them and a small smile is exchanged.
The hoops and hollers of the boys bring them back after a moment and she grins as Cas tests the ‘smells like food’ theory in a very Cas-like way by smelling the poor woman as she neared him. This brings the sweetest, warmest smile to her eldest’s face, and she finds herself wondering how they haven’t figured this out yet.
“Wow, alright internet’s up, we’re in business,” Sam draws their attention back.
Everything from there goes according to plan for about 3 seconds.
A blur of fighting and losing and yellow eyes before...
“Cas, oh my god,” she rushes to his side, struggling to get him to his feet and to safety, but his injury is horrible.
“Where is he?” he growls through clenched teeth, “Where is he?”
“I don’t know...” she pulls him, “come on!”
Kicking the door open, she walks both of them into a barn and drops him to the ground there.
“Can you heal yourself?”
“I tried,” he manages through struggling breaths, “something’s wrong...”
“How bad is it?” her mind is reeling- this can’t happen and it can’t be her fault.
His only answer is the dire look in his eye and she can feel herself growing sick at the thought. Her cellphone ringing puts that thought aside for a moment as she fishes the device from her pocket and answers.
“Oh, Sam!” she exclaims in relief, unable to face the Angel in her charge.
“Hey, where are you?” his voice asks through the receiver.
“Sorry I’m at a farm down the road,” she answers, voice shaking, “looks abandoned,” she hears Cas moan horribly behind her and her voice cracks, “Take your first left and drive until you see a barn.”
“Yeah, okay, we’re on our way,” Sam responds shakily, “Are you okay?”
She chances a look at the injured man behind her in time to see blood pouring from his wound and turns away quickly, “No.”
After tying off his abdomen, Mary pulls out her phone again. She needed answers from the people who sent her there, but gets nothing. Cas wakes up, pulling her back moments later.
“Mary?”
“Hey,” she sinks to his level.
“Hey,” he seems comforted by this if even just a little.
“How you feeling?” she asks, touching his arm softly, but he doesn’t get to respond.
“What the hell just happened?” are Dean’s first words as he’s crashing through the door, Sam close behind.
“Where’s Wally?” she asks rushing toward them.
“Wally, uh...” the boys exchange glances and nothing more needs to be said.
“Oh god...” she breathes out before a grunt from Cas pulls Dean away.
“Cas?” he asks, rushing passed her to the Angel’s side.
“Dean...”
“Hey, you look like hammered crap!” he jokes, unaware of the severity.
“Yeah, that sounds about right,” Cas responds, not missing a beat even in his current state.
“Let’s see...” Dean looks down at his blood stained shirt and Cas begins to lift it, revealing black cracks in his skin, “Alright okay...”
He gently lowers Cas’ shirt back down, and his eyes say it all. Darting in panic as he tries to think of their next move, his worry is palpable.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah- hey you know what?” the hunters reels, “I’ve had worse!”
“Oh yeah, when?” Cas groans back and there is no answer to follow, “Dean, something’s wrong. I...” he inhales sharply, “I can’t heal myself. I think the- I think the demon’s spear was poisoned- I don’t... I think I’m dying.”
A small gasp of air escapes Dean’s mouth before he composes his facade of stubborn optimism again.
“No, no, you just need some time, okay?” the hunter states it like a fact, “You’ll heal up the old fashioned way.”
His facade slips quickly as he watches the Angel struggle.
“Sam... Sammy!” He calls needingly.
Dean’s eyes are desperate and pleading as the others approach, and it’s clear that Cas is in really bad shape.
A loud pop fires before they hear his voice.
“You idiots!” the familiar British demon yells from behind them, and all turn as Dean rises back to his feet, “You’re all going to die!”
Cas is in and out for most of what’s going on but gathers enough about his situation and who they’re up against before Crowley is gone again.
Dean’s attention is immediately back to him, “Cas, how bad is it?”
The Angel loosens his shirt and tie to reveal the weight of the situation and looks at Dean, resigned.
“Crowley’s right. You should go...” he’s barely managing to speak.
“Cas, come on-”
“No Dean, listen to me,” he meets the hunter’s green eyes, imploring him to listen, “you- look thank you- thank you. Knowing you, it... it’s been the best part of my life, and the- the things we’ve shared together, they have changed me,” Mary can’t help but look to Dean as the Angel speaks, “you’re my family... I love you...” his eyes find Dean’s as he says this before looking to the other Winchesters surrounding him, “I love all of you.”
Dean looks away, unable to take the Angel’s pained gaze, but looks back again because he can’t not.
“Just... please don’t make my last moments be spent watching you die,” Cas says, shaking from the pain, “Just run- save yourselves- and I will hold Ramiel for as long as I can...”
He attempts to stand but his body fails him. Mary reaches out a hand instinctively to stop him from moving and Dean just shakes his head.
“Cas, no.”
“Yes,” the Angel insists, “you need to keep fighting.”
“We are fighting,” Sam interjects, “We’re fighting for you, Cas.”
“And like you said, you’re family,” Dean nods, “and we don’t leave family behind.”
Cas and Dean sit a moment in their own space, eyes locked and emotion bare, and it’s all there. After a time, the Angel’s gaze drifts to Mary. He looks almost thankful to her and she can’t take it. She gives him a smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.
After even more horrors, they are able to get out of the ordeal with Cas’ life thanks to the king of hell to Mary’s surprise. She could’ve hugged him after that. And their night ends with a pointed, “let’s go home,” from Dean to Cas which seemed to hold some weight to it.
Cas gets to sit in the front seat of the Impala that night and very few words are spoken between the Winchester’s once they arrive home. Each seemed to go their own way- Mary needed to think about some things so she made her excuses and left the bunker and Sam made his way quickly to his room, exhausted from the day’s events. This left just Dean and Cas who found themselves gathering in the kitchen for some beers, but the truth is neither wanted to part.
“Really thought I might lose you there...” Dean finally spoke after their conversation had fallen off.
“It was very close,” the Angel admitted with a furrowed brow.
“Too close...” Dean took a long pull of his drink, “Cas, my chest caved in when you started choking on that black stuff... I don’t ever want to feel that again...”
“Dean,” Cas looks surprised at his words, he reaches out an uncertain hand to touch Dean’s, “I’m sorry that it affected you so much. I don’t know how i would have reacted if it had been you.”
“You know you’re loved right?” Dean asks as if the answer were vital, “I mean Sam and Mom and...”
“And you?” Cas asks softly.
“Yes, and me- Of course,” Dean looks pointedly into Cas’ eyes, “I need to know that you know that.”
Without thinking Dean had taken Cas’ hand into his own and didn’t even seem to notice or maybe he just didn’t care.
Cas’ face softens and he nods, “I’m starting to realize how much.”
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@hotsocke @jackles-acting-choices
A/N: Takes place during 12x14. Canon til it’s not.
Mary comes clean about a secret and so does Dean.
“When?” Sam’s voice pulls Mary’s eyes
This is part three of the ‘Something’ series! There will be one more to wrap it all up. :)
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Part One
Part Two
Abigail visits the ranch every few days for three weeks. You always meet her with a smile and a hug, but you notice with each trip she makes, she's more and more tired. She makes a long journey every time she comes /just/ to see you, and while it warms your heart at the dedication, it also makes you feel intense guilt.
So on a day after she's left, you ride your horse out to Beecher's Hope. If nothing else, the ride is beautiful. The Great Plains were vast and full of life, and for the most part you left the animals alone. The sun was beating down against your back, but for Abigail it was worth it. She'd done it for you, after all, so you could do the same for her.
You turn the corner into Beecher's Hope, a smile forming on your face at the sight of Abi's horse hitched by the barn. You hitch your own horse beside him and adjust your hat, walking up the porch. You can't help but notice the blood stain by the steps and wonder if that's from her husband's death. She hasn't spoken about it in detail, but you've inferred it was a violent death.
"Abigail?" You call out, going to knock on the door.
When the door opens, it's not Abigail, but her son instead. You smile at him, hoping he remembers you. "Hi there. Is your mom around?"
"Howdy, miss." Jack says politely. "Are you the one my mother's been goin' to see at the MacFarlane's?"
"I sure am. I thought this time I could be the one to make the long journey."
"I sure appreciate that. Come on in." He steps out of the way and leads you inside the house. It's a nice home that's definitely had a lot of love put into it over the years. It's tidy and most of the decorations look to be handmade. They've made it a home here, and the back of your mind reminds you that you haven't had one of those in a very long time.
"Jack, who are you talkin' to?" Abigail's voice rings out from the kitchen, prompting your heart to leap. It hadn't even been an entire day since she left, and yet you were jumping for joy at the sight of her.
"Why don't you turn around and see for yourself?" You say as you step into the small kitchen.
"What-?" Abigail turns and shrieks lightly, though later you're sure she'll deny that. She latches onto you like lips on a cigarette, her arms tight around your waist and her head on your chest. It's darling how short she is. "What are you doin' here?!"
"I came to see ya!" You laugh and put your arms around her, rocking slightly. "You keep coming to see me and I wanted to return the favor."
"You big ole sweetheart! I don't mind goin' to see ya!"
"I don't mind coming to see you!" You rub her back. "Whatcha makin'?"
"Oh, just some stew an old friend of mine used to make."
"I'm out, Momma!" Jack says, kissing the top of her head briefly before he goes to the door.
Abigail sighs and pulls away from you to follow Jack down the hall. "When are you coming back?"
"I'm not sure." He says. "By tomorrow evenin', I promise."
"Okay... I love you, Jack."
"Love you too." He's out the door then and Abi's shoulders droop.
You push your lip out in a soft pout, coming up behind her and cautiously putting your hands on her shoulders. "He's a man now, Abigail... And men just love flexing their muscles for all to see."
"You may be right, but I don't like it one bit." She puts her hands on top of yours.
"He's going to be just fine. Come on, let's get back to that stew. It sure smells good."
She snorts. "Stop trying to flatter me. I know I'm a mediocre cook at best."
You chuckle and hold your hands up innocently, walking with her to the kitchen. You dip your pinky in the pot of stew for a sample. It isn't the best you've ever eaten, and as far as stews go it's probably the worst, but you've definitely eaten worse-tasting things.
"Let's try and spruce this up some." You say, and Abigail can't help but laugh. "You got any spices?"
"A whole rack of 'em. Don't know what they are or how to use 'em, but they're there." She points to the little spice rack John had built for her in an effort to help his wife's cooking.
You pick up a vial of thyme, examining it. "How come no one taught you to read, Abi?"
"Well, it won't for a lack of tryin'." She explains, sitting at the table. She tucks her bangs behind her ear. "Ol' Dutch tried teachin' me, and Hosea did too. But I couldn't get the hang of it and I just gave up on it. John tried teachin' me himself, but he won't a good teacher and I couldn't make heads or tails out of none of it."
You add some spices and stir the stew, listening carefully as she speaks. "Sounds like they just didn't know how to teach you, Abigail. Will you let me try my hand at it?"
"I respect you too much to do that."
"Abigail." You say sternly. "You don't have to spend the rest of your life as an illiterate widow with an empty nest. I really would like to give it a shot because I think you deserve someone that's not going to give up on you, or let you give up because you're frustrated."
"Why is it so important to you?" She asks. She's not angry, but there's a guarded look in and around her eyes that you haven't seen before. It's not a good feeling, being on the other end of it.
You sigh and kneel in front of her at the table, taking her hands in your own. "Because, Abigail. Because I used to be a widow in the way that you are. I was grieving and I didn't know how to continue living after Pat died. I had no one to help me navigate this damn world, and I don't want you to be alone. And at least if I can teach you to read and write, you can manage a whole lot better than you have been."
She closes her eyes and ducks her head. "You're right. I don't know what I'm doin'. There were a lot of times where I didn't have John, but it was never like this. Now I know he's not comin' back." Her voice breaks, and she sobs. "He's not comin' back home to me, because he's dead and there ain't no comin' back from that, and I don't know what to do!"
You gather Abigail in your arms, tucking her head beneath your chin. She curls up like a small girl and cries. You remember when you accepted Pat's death. It was the hardest part of your grief, it was what made you hurt the most. Witnessing Abigail suffer like this almost pained you as much as that.
"I know it feels like giving up." You whisper. "It feels like you're leaving him behind. It feels like betrayal. But Abigail, you need to hear this: John died. You didn't. You are still breathing in the air, you wake up every morning, you have been blessed to still be alive." You delicately kiss her forehead, lips lingering for a beat. "So step one. Learn how to read.
She sniffles. "Alright. Step one. Learn how to read."
xx
It's been a week since you saddled up and left the MacFarlane's. You're in the kitchen preparing dinner as Abigail sits at the table with a book that Jack loved as a boy.
"Do not as..." She says slowly, her finger placed underneath each word she's reading. She lets out a low sigh and softly counts to ten, something you taught her after her first attempt to quit learning.
"What's it start with, dear?" You ask from the counter.
"E." She says proudly. She always knew the alphabet, she'd told you. Dutch had been able to teach her that much.
"Sound it out." You hum, cutting a bread loaf.
"E... v... il."
You grin. "You got it, Abi!"
She grins, a sparkle of joy in her blue eyes. "You were right! It ain't easy, but once you get the hang of it, it gets better!"
Chuckling fondly, you bring dinner to the table. "Alright, bookworm, set it aside and have some supper."
"I can eat and read!"
"I'm sure you can, Abigail, but I don't want you to get any food on the book."
She laughs softly as she puts the book away. "You make me feel like a child."
You smirk at her when you sit down. " You make me feel like a mother."
"Oh please." She rolls her eyes and waves a delicate hand.
Dinner is quiet until Abigail gathers the courage to ask you something she'd been wondering about for some time. "Did you ever have any children?"
Rubbing your lips together and considering your words carefully, you set your spoon down. "No."
"Why's that? I think you'd've been a great mother."
"Ah... Pat and I just weren't compatible in that way."
"Oh." She murmurs. "... I had a daughter, but she died. And obviously I got Jack. John and I had always talked about havin' one more baby, but..."
You squeeze her hand. "Just didn't have the time." You finish for her.
"Yeah." She nods and looks you in the eye. "Just didn't have the time."
"Say, why don't you read to me on the couch? I'll light a fire and make some tea." You bargain with a smile, hoping she won't say no.
"Okay!" Abigail's smile is the most beautiful thing you've seen.
She's close to you now on the couch, reading slowly but with everything she's got. You help out occasionally, and only when asked to. You've noticed just how stubborn and headstrong Abigail is when her mind is set, and it endears you just how determined she is to better herself for herself.
Gently, you're gnawing on your bottom lip. You can smell her shampoo, she's so close. Her back is at your front and her sweet voice is vibrating lightly against you. You're feeling a legitimate need for water now, but you know it won't help.
"You're doing wonderfully, Abi." You whisper, lips itching to press against her dark hair.
She turns her head and smiles brightly at you. "Why thank you!"
The eye contact is immediate and neither of you can look away. Your heart begins thumping in your chest at how easy it would be to just lean in and...
Abigail closes the distance, pressing her lips to your cheek. Your eyes shut and you lightly lean into her touch before she pulls away and folds the corner of the page over, closing the book. "It's late." She says, standing up. "Should get to bed now. I'll... See you in the morning."
You swallow thickly, cheeks burning now. The feeling of her lips linger still. "Yes... Goodnight, Abigail."
She nods awkwardly and shuffles towards her bedroom. She stops for a moment before she turns the corner, her hand on the wall while she looks back at you sitting on the couch. Ducking her head, she silently continues her retreat into her bedroom. You shudder a sigh and lay out on the couch, covering your eyes with your forearm.
This couldn't end well.
xx
In a handful at weeks, Abigail is a reading and writing pro. Jack's been staying out later and longer, but they've been sending each other letters in between his absences. Somehow it makes them closer.
It's early in the morning, before the sun is even starting to rise. You're moving around the living room quietly, packing your bag. Your work here is done; it's time to move onto the next town, the next ranch.
You're working at a much slower pace than you normally would. Telling yourself it's because Abigail is sleeping, you fold your clothes, tucking any other precious belongings you own in the middle. Rufus is sitting in the corner of the room, staring at you with his normally soft, dark eyes. He seems judgmental, but that's most likely you projecting... Isn't it?
Your bag is packed and you're ready to go just as the sun starts to rise. You've got a letter in hand for her to read when she realizes you're gone.
You know this is wrong and that she deserves better, but it's not stopping you. Abigail waking up and discovering you, however, does.
"What're you doin'?" She asks through a yawn. Even in her nightgown with her hair mussed from sleep, she's beautiful. Her cheeks are dusted pink and she's pushing her hair from her face. There's no escaping now.
You sigh. "Well, Abi... It's time for me to go."
"Go where?" She's awake now and she's frowning; it's not a good look and frankly, it's not good for your physical or mental health when you're the one that's put it there.
"Go... Away. Move on. I'm a real vagabond, Abi. You know this..." You're turned away from her, your eyes on your belongings.
"So you think you can just leave me without a proper goodbye?! You think you can just walk out my damn door like it's nothin'?! You're wrong! You're wrong and you know that and that's why you can't even look at me! Look at me!"
"I'm leaving, Abigail!" You shout back, eyes burning as you continue staring at a green blouse.
"Look at me." She's angry, you know this, but you can't ignore the desperation in her voice. "Look at me!" She shrieks, rushing to where she was stood mere inches from you.
Abigail grips your chin between her thumb and forefinger, adjusting your head to where you had no choice. You look into her blue eyes, and then she speaks again.
"You do not get to just up and leave me." Her voice wavers, but she stands firm. "Without you, I have nothin'. Do you understand that? I'm a wife without a husband and a mother without a son. I am damn tired of bein' left behind!"
"Abigail." You whisper. "I'll write to you. We'll keep in touch, I promise. "
"I don't wanna just 'keep in touch'." She whimpers. It's a pitiful sound that gnaws at your stomach. "I want to see you. I wanna hear you. You... Have made such an impact on my life. You're my best friend."
"I'll visit you. Once a month, I promise."
"Why can't you just stay? Why do you have to go?"
"Ever since Pat died, I... Haven't had a place to be."
"Your place is at this ranch!" She's so close now. She's begging you, she's crying for you...
"I have to go." You whisper. "I know you don't understand. It's better for the both of us this way, Abi."
"Be honest with me. Why's it so-called 'better this way'? Why would me wakin' up and findin' you gone with some stupid letter be good for me? Just because your husband died don't mean nobody's never gonna want you around!"
"Abigail." You say softly. "Pat's full name was Patricia."
She blinks, unimpressed. "Well... That don't change how I feel, if that was your intent. I want you to stay on my ranch with me, because ever since John died, this place won't a home. And it won't a home until you showed up all them weeks ago. So you're stayin'." She pokes your chest.
You swallow thickly. "Yes ma'am."
Abigail grins. "Now, since you're up so early, you can make the coffee."
Something fluffy with pregnant Kylo, maybe when he’s pregnant for the very first time, on board the Finalizer - something along the lines of “Don’t overwork yourself interrogating prisoners” Hux recommends touching the Knight’s belly? Or… something fluffy with Kylo being in labour and Hux helping him, stroking his back and stuff? Or… something fluffy with them playing with their kids? And maybe the second part of “Something Special” for when the juices will be flowing again...?
Just wanted to say thanks for all the amazing prompts everyone- I’ll be posting some ficlets over the next few days!
Just also wanted to say in response to this anon- I’ve nearly finished Part 2 of Something Special! I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get to the end of the “Something” series but thank you for sticking with it. This part has been particularly tricky to write but I’m hoping it will be a satisfying conclusion.
Also once I’m finished I’m planning to go back and write some ficlets set in the Something verse around the kids growing up so it won’t be the last you see of the Hux family!
