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Caitvi Soulmates AU

Here is my addition to @somewillwin 's lovely SoulmateAU! Be sure to check out their amazing young caitvi artwork.

Thank you for letting me write this fun little fic, and for creating your wonderful artwork to fill me with medical whump and parent & daughter feels.

I might like to write more of this, if you all are enjoying it :) i've never done soulmates AU and feel this will be a fun writing exercise.

Edit: sorry about the formatting.

Cassandra exhaled, watching Caitlyn’s soft breaths steam the BiPAP mask which forced her singed lungs to inhale.

The claustrophobia from the mask had been bad.

Cassandra dragged her palm down her own face, watching Caitlyn as she rested. The Ativan had been a lifesaver, and she seemed comfortable now, letting the machine help her breathe while she slept.

Cassandra held her unburnt hand, feeling her slowly relax her fingers as she drifted deeper into sleep. Sleep was good—it meant she was somewhat comfortable. It meant that she didn’t feel so claustrophobic anymore in the mask.

                She took another breath, steadying her self and blinking back her tears.

                Cait looked so small.

                Jayce had been crying outside, apologizing, panicking.

                She’d sent Viktor and Councilor Heimerdinger to locate him, and did her best to keep her anger in check.

                What had he been thinking? What had he been doing in that apartment? Cassandra squeezed her eyes closed, determined not to make a sound. She’d never forgive herself if she woke Cait now.

                She’ll need to recover. Have to make sure her airway doesn’t swell. Make sure she doesn’t get an infection from the burns. Broken ribs from the blast. Lucky, so lucky.

                Everything Tobias had been saying to her swirled in her brain. Cassandra gripped Cait’s hand, feeling her twitch lightly, and then hoping she didn’t disturb her.

                A soft knock on the door.

                She bristled, straightening herself, making sure she was positioned between Cait and the door.

                Petunia. The Kiramman house’s longtime cook, and one of Cassandra’s favorite employees. Cassandra let the tension release from her spine.

                “I came to check on you, Ms. Kiramman.” She kept her voice low.

                “I’m fine.”

                “Tobias reckons you need a short break. I can sit with her. If you need.”

                No, she couldn’t. She shouldn’t. She needed to stay here—Cait had been in pain and crying. She couldn’t bear the thought of her waking again and needing something and her mother not being there.

                Cassandra heaved a breath through her nose, trying to quell the shaking of the sobs threatening to escape her chest.

                “Ms. Kiramman.” Petunia was at her side, firm hands settling on her shoulders, a whisper of an order, “Take a break. Five minutes. I’m right here with her.”

                Cassandra managed a nod, choking on another sob as she stood on shaky legs.

                Cait couldn’t hear her sob. Not here, not now.

                With her face buried in her sleeve, Cassandra managed to get herself into the hallway before she cried. She let her back rest against the cold cinderblock wall, sucking in frantic breaths through her nose as her ribs constricted.

                Her daughter had been in an explosion with another fifteen-year-old.

                Cassandra tried to breathe.

                 Her daughter was struggling to breathe. Her daughter had almost ended up with a breathing tube.

                Another sob heaved from her chest as she fought for her breath. Why was it so hot in here? Cassandra ripped open the top button of her collar, she couldn’t breathe—why couldn’t she breathe? Why was it so hot in here?

                “Cass.” Tobais’ voice hummed in her ear, his strong arms wrapping around her waist.

                Cassandra turned to him, burying into his shoulder, “We need…..I need….sit with her….”

                “Petunia is with her.” Tobias assured, holding her harder against him. She felt the warmth of his chest through the thin material of his scrubs, “It’s alright. She’s going to be alright.”

I had this project of making one of these for every episode of FH Junior Year.. I failed lol

But I should totally go back because I really love these

iris by goo goo dolls really is insane though. I'd give up forever to touch you? you're the closest to heaven I'll ever be? all I can breathe is your life? and I don't want the world to see me cause I don't think they'd understand? when everything's meant to be broken I just want you to know who I am? does anyone hear me.

me at any given time: can we just buckle down and focus on the task at hand please???

my brain:

my brain: ……….ranibow sprimkle……………

I hope the next meal you eat tastes so good. I hope the next outfit you put on makes you feel super confident. I hope the next time you go to the store, you find the perfect product on sale. I hope the next sunrise and sunset you see are so beautiful that you need to take a picture. I hope the next time you fall asleep, your bed and room are the perfect temperature. I hope the next book you read has the perfect plot and ending. I hope the next call you receive delivers good news. I hope the next animal you see wants you to pet it. I hope the next time you have a headache, it will go away after a nap and maybe some Advil. I hope that thing stressing you out ends up not being bad at all. I hope the next gift you receive is exactly what you wanted. I hope the next time you’re in nature, you find the coolest rock ever. I hope the next time you try something new, you discover a new hobby. I hope all your future relationships are healthy and fulfilling. I hope the news you’ve been waiting to hear comes soon and positive. I hope you receive that apology that’s long overdue. I hope you see the worth of you and in life. I hope you see it’s not always bleak and bland. I hope you notice the little things make life worth living. I hope everything gets better from now on. I hope you realize life is worth living.

So there's a family, right? Father, Mother, Son

And the father is dead now but before he died he did impart a desire for his son to follow in his footsteps. And for the most part the son does, the son wants to make his dad proud, even as he is shredded with guilt over the ways he doesn't measure up to his dead father. He has a way to talk to his father in the afterlife. Sometimes it works, sometimes the dad is too busy.

And the mom, right? The son and the mom barely see each other despite living in the same household. And in some ways it's for reasons the mother has little control of but, man, she could be trying harder. She could be trying harder to be there for him.

But she gives her son as much resources as she can so he can have a good life. And then in the last few years of his highschool career she withdraws from him more to go live the life she always wanted to. Even if that life takes her further from her son.

Do you ever think about how the Seacasters and the Gukgaks are such similar families?

One day, I'm gonna ride in one of those things

new beginnings

"This will cure your writer's block" - she said

"I promise it's very healing" - she said