What Once Was (Artemis CC x reader comfort fic)
(Artemis comfort fic? fluff? idk what to tag this. Very short Drabble of silly convos. Might add more later. CW: mentions parental death)
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“Sometimes, I like to imagine her on a giant cruise ship floating across the sky, having the best vacation of her life. She’s definitely partying up there.” Artemis laughs slightly from that. “I really like your way of seeing things. I think for me, I feel and think of her the most when I sing.” They have this bittersweet look on their face as if recalling something fond from long ago. “I mostly remember her singing Sade songs around the house or while trying to help me fall asleep when I was little. I might be delusional, but I swear I can feel her singing along with me when I put those songs on”, they say with a wistful look. “She's definitely there with you. Sometimes, our bodies can feel things our mind can't fully explain. It’s like, this feeling of…protection, I think. So, I get what you mean.” Their face forms into a slight smile. It's inevitable that my expression is reflected in theirs.
It's nice having someone understand these types of things. Of course, I wouldn't wish on to someone for a parent to die but, it's just relieving to not deal with any awkwardness discussing this topic.
I lay my hand on theirs and look into their ruby eyes. “Artemis, would it be weird to think that our moms have met, and we just can't see it?” They look up to think. “Mmmm, it's possible…I guess we won't really know unless we ask.” Oh, they set this up perfectly, I thought as I schemed. “Alright, let's hold a seance tonight. You get the candles and I’ll get the Ouija board out of my bag. We should also see if the others-” I start snickering as I see them trying to hide their reservations about my suggestion. I know they don't like horror, it's just so fun to tease them though. Artemis lets out a sigh, “You're messing with me aren't you. You can be really mean sometimes.” They couldn't hold back their chuckle at my silliness. “My bad~, you're just so cute when you’re spooked.”
A moment passes and we both lay back on their bed as we stare at the ceiling. The sound of crickets from outside and slight sounds from downstairs are the only things that can be heard in the room. I intertwined my hands with theirs again. This is the first time I’ve spent my mom’s anniversary of her passing, with a partner. I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards them, considering how much of a mess I was when I showed up early this morning. Earlier, they told me that they were like that with their previous partner too. They also couldn't be alone on days like this. They always welcomed me to share my emotions with them. Usually, my voice is lost underneath others, but they always wanted to listen to me. I moved towards them, and we ended cuddling until we both fell asleep. It was peaceful, the perfect end to what was supposed to be a sad day. Thank you, Artemis.
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