the girl who got so excited about the first 5 minutes of season 5 that she dislocated her shoulder is so real i hope she’s okay. it reminds me of when i lost feeling in my hands when the tudum teaser dropped and i had to get my mom to massage the feeling back into my hands bc i literally couldn’t even move them 😭
Fucking knew u were gonna call me out on this one Amelia 😂 and you already know all the details... It's abandoned and on chapter 2... I don't ever see myself picking it up again... 😔
Here's a snip for u, it pains me to even open it cuz I wrote it ages ago... 😩 But only for u Amelia and it's a long snip too, hope you will like it! This is in the beginnning, when witch omega Lou gets ready to set out to find a town for himself.
“Haz!” He cried, cupping his hand around his mouth as he shouted into every room.
“Stop yelling about, Louis!” Jo poked her head out of her laboratory. “I’ve got a customer here.”
Louis ducked his head politely when he spotted their regular customer, Mrs. Bates, who always sported a weak heart and needed Jo’s energy potion to keep her health. She said that Jo’s potions worked like wonder compared to the town’s doctor’s.
“I hear you’re setting out tonight, young man?” The old woman asked, pushing her spectacles up her nose as she contemplated Louis with a warm smile. The omega beamed back at her.
“Yeah!” He turned back to Jo who was carefully mixing a bowl of herbs. “Have you seen Haz?”
His mother rolled her eyes dramatically and pointed to the kitchen doorway. “You forgot to feed him when you went out this morning and he has been sulking at the window ever since!”
Louis blanched. “Oh, fuck…” He whispered, low enough so that Jo wouldn’t hear. Mrs. Bates seemed to catch it though because she chuckled and Louis winked at her.
He quickened his pace and ran to the kitchen. True enough his beloved cat was curled up on the windowsill that looked out into the back garden. His emerald green eyes turned and he fixed Louis with an annoyed look before hissing. The sun was setting and Louis could see the orange orb slowly sinking down the skyline. Soon, his heart sang, soon he was going to be out there.
“Haz…” He approached the cat carefully and Haz hissed louder. Louis decided to change course because he was sure Haz was planning on clawing his eyes out if he advanced any further.
He sidled up to the fridge (showing that he was keeping a respectful distance) and peered into it for some food to bribe his stubborn cat. Haz was probably even more stubborn than he was.
His eyes lit upon the unfinished pumpkin pie from last night and also the half empty glass of milk. He made a show of pulling the items from the fridge and placing them on the kitchen counter.
He took a knife and cut the pie into tiny pieces so that it would be easier for Haz to chew and poured the milk into a plate.
“Come here, love, I’m sorry.” He cooed, pushing the food across the counter towards Haz’s positions on the window sill.
“We were fighting last night so I was mad at you this morning and went out before remembering to feed you. I’m so sorry, my sweet.” He comforted. They had gotten into a fight last night because Louis had accidentally destroyed Haz’s favorite cushion when he was practicing levitating spells in the bedroom. He had burned it since he had mispronounced a syllable in his charm and they had watched the remains of the cushion fall to the floor, nothing but a pile of ashes.
“I’ll buy you a new one when we settle into the new town okay? Promise.” Louis had tried to appease the horrified cat, but Haz had spat at him and went to bed in the corner, on top of Louis’ old clothes, instead of in the omega’s bed like usual.
Speaking of which, Haz was still not moving from his perch and Louis could only sigh.
“We’re setting out tonight, H.” He said softly and the cat perked up, eyes shining as Louis grinned at him. He tapped the plate and reached out his hand tentatively.
“We’re gonna find our town tonight. It’s gonna be our town.”
This made Haz let out a small grumble before he was unfolding himself and jumping down to nuzzle at Louis’ hand.
