All posts by Mayodayo7

I like it but compared to toh and amphibian it’s bad, it seems like it always to blame when a show gets cancelled

Fuchsia held her pillow close to her body. Holly’s parents had no idea they’d have to be sheltering another kid, so there was no time to spruce up the guest room. The plain white walls, worn down floors, and tacky floral bed sheets that smelled like them hadn’t been occupied since the Empire were totally unfamiliar. She could only bring what fit in her suitcase, which sat in one corner of the sparse room.

But it was this or the street, and Fuchsia would never let an opportunity to be with Holly pass her by, especially since Boscha wasn’t there to keep them from seeing each other. A tear rolled down Fuchsia’s face as she thought about her wicked mother–the mother who cared more about success than about her. To kick out your own child…not that Fuchsia enjoyed being home, but still, how could Boscha do that? Holly really cared, though, and so did her parents. Fuchsia was shocked by the kindness with which Willow and Hunter treated her. Willow was a far cry from the authoritarian matriarch she left behind, and sweet enough to make Fuchsia regret calling her half a witch.

Yes, Mrs. Noceda-Park was initially hesitant to let Boscha’s child into her home, but the moment she saw that girl and the sadness in her eyes, she knew Boscha hadn’t treated her right. She had immediately got the guest room ready (as ready as it could be on such short notice, anyway) for the night, and although she couldn’t exactly make it any more interesting, she assured Fuchsia that she’d help decorate.

Hunter, too, was a blessing, and was able to relate to Fuchsia’s situation. He knew that Boscha sounded every bit as totalitarian and power-hungry as Belos–the main difference being that she could only use her power on one person. She was a control freak, and her tendencies got in the way of even her parenting. He had assured Fuchsia that he knew the feeling of a terrible home life

And Holly…

Fuchsia shot up as she heard three light knocks on the door. She muttered a soft “Come in,” and in walked Holls.

Holly opened the door with a slow creak; the Noceda-Parks didn’t use their guest room very often. “Heeey…” she spoke quietly, peeking around the door. “Can I come in?”

Fuschia’s mood began to improve when she saw her girlfriend. She couldn’t help but blush as their eyes met, and Fuschia spoke with newfound energy, “Of course, Hol, why wouldn’t I let you in?”

Holly entered with her hands behind her back and a placid smile on her face. “I just thought you might have, I don’t know, wanted to rest.” Each softly spoken word eased Fuchsia’s racing mind. Holly took a seat at the foot of the bed, setting down something concealed with tissue paper at her side. “I wanna know how my girlfriend is feeling,” she explained, putting emphasis on “girlfriend.” She could finally say it and mean it, and it felt so good! “Getting used to the place alright! Also, I brought you something.” She handed the gift to her belle, eagerly waiting for her to open it up.

Fuchsia reacted with surprise as the present was thrusted into her hands. “Uh…”

“Open it up!” Holly urged.

Her exhausted girlfriend couldn’t help but catch her beautiful, infectious smile. Fuchsia hadn’t been gifted many things in her life; her dad had been spoiling her from the day she was born, but she couldn’t help but feel like it was all just to get her to love him. Her mother had only ever given her one present, a brand new grudgby ball, and that was clearly not motivated by love.

So, she didn’t really know what to think. But she daintily unwrapped the tissue paper to find an adorable stuffed elephant. It was purple, with big pink ears and button eyes, and was covered in soft fluff. “Thanks,” she muttered, smiling sweetly; “But why’d you get me this?”

A grave realization hit Holly in that moment, and a surprised expression spread across her face: no one had ever loved Fuchsia in the way she did. “Oh…I figured that maybe you might want something to have at night since, y’know…this is your home now, too.” She leaned in, closer to Fuchsia. “Right? I saw it while I was in the Human Realm and I knew I needed to get it for you!”

Fuchsia’s eyes immediately began to water. She stared into Holly’s eyes for what felt like hours (but was really just a minute or so), clutching the stuffed elephant close to her body. Wanting to express her overwhelming gratitude for the gift and gesture, she tried to speak, but a small sob was all she was able to get out, and she covered her mouth.

Holly placed a loving hand on her shoulder and wrapped her other arm around Fuchsia’s hunched body. She put her lips to the girl’s cheek and loudly smooched, to which Fuchsia couldn’t help but blush an even brighter shade of pink than she already was. Fuchsia pulled back, but quickly met her kiss.

They sat there for a good thirty seconds; it was the first time they had the chance. A new chapter had begun for bouts Fuchsia and Holly, one of freedom, openly expressing their desires, and most importantly, each other.

Holly squeezed tightly, and with the soft, loving voice she used with the beloved girl she was consoling, whispered, “Welcome home.”

fuchsia's first night at holly's was something they'd planned, but at the same time, you can't plan for that kind of emotional trauma. for a long while before it happened, holly had discussed with her parents what fuchsia's life was like at home with her mother. hunter and willow decided that when the time came, fuchsia would be welcome to move in with them, provided she and holly had separate spaces. she was already like family anyway. the first night, though, fuchsia couldn't sleep. around midnight, she padded down the hallway to holly's room, and seeing a light on from under the door, she knocked lightly and opened the door. holly looked up from her book. "hey fuchsia," she said with a small smile. "what's up?" fuchsia shuffled into the room and closed the door quietly. "couldn't sleep," she said. she tried to smile, but it faltered. holly scooted over in her bed and patted the space next to her. fuchsia took herself and her stuffed griffon with her and sat down. holly pulled up the covers over both of them. "do you wanna talk about it?" holly asked gently, knowing from her talks with amity before that fuchsia was probably struggling a lot right now. fuchsia shook her head. "okay." holly laid down and opened her arms for fuchsia to snuggle into, and the moment she did, the tears started. fuchsia cried for a long time that night, but holly was right there for her, rubbing soothing circles into her back for as long as she needed. eventually the sobbing lessened to sniffles, and the sniffles turned into even breathing. holly pulled back to look at fuchsia - she was fast asleep. holly smiled at the girl in her arms, the girl she loved so much who was so brave and kind, despite growing up in such an awful place. holly held her tighter and drifted into a dreamless sleep. in the morning, they both woke up and went downstairs to hunter making pancakes. "good morning you two. i made pancakes!" "don't you mean 'flapjacks'?" willow said as she strolled into the room, already covered in dirt from working in her garden. hunter scowled and looked at the breakfast he made. he'd gotten so used to making things with his hands that the pancakes he made would also be animals. today? they were cardinals. he grinned sheepishly. "i guess so." willow laughed as she washed her hands. she and the girls sat at the table as hunter served the pancakes he made along with fresh orange juice from the human realm. holly had a big bite of pancake stuffed into her cheeks, syrup dripping off of one of them, as she smiled at fuchsia. the love in the room from this family made fuchsia warm inside. she smiled. "i could get used to this."