happy holidays my friends! my gift to you in these trying lore times is canon divergence <3 angst? what’s that? i only know richas and pepito have gotten ahold of mistletoe—
The kids are planning something.
The kids in question? Richarlyson and Pepito, who have been chittering and giggling almost nonstop since they finished opening their presents, using their notebooks instead of signing so their parents can’t figure out what the fuck could be about to happen.
Cellbit and Roier stop trying to figure it out when they get denied information the third time, so they can only trust whatever the two hatchlings were plotting isn’t going to be explosive, at the very least.
Nothing in fact happens for a long while, and one could assume that maybe they don’t have any plans in mind. Maybe they’re just gossiping.
(God only knows how much Richarlyson loves to.)
And then the party happens. An island-wide thing, per most of the major celebrations. There’s a whole new area, too, decorated similarly to spawn. A snowy little wonderland, with colorful blinking lights strung between tall pines decorated with large ornaments and occasional garland.
(It’s a welcome change from everything that’s been transpiring over the last few weeks.
A chance to recuperate.)
Roier is talking to Étoiles and Bagi when something tugs his pant leg, and he looks down.
Bright eyes and big, round glasses are looking right back up at him. “Pepiux?”
Pepito grabs his hand instead, trying to pull him away. “Ay— ¿Qué pasa, Pepito? What the fuck?”
Pepito only tugs his hand again, more insistent. The hatchling is smiling, though, eyes twinkling with mirth Pepito has failed to conceal, and at the very least, Roier knows something hasn’t gone to shit. “Okay, okay. Vamos, Pepito, vamos.”
He’s led over to under some tree a good distance away, but he doesn’t see anything. The spider-hybrid looks around, shooting Pepito a questioning look, but Pepito only beams with no elaboration, still holding his hand.
Roier keeps looking around. Is he supposed to see something? Nobody seems to be doing anything unexpected.
And then he looks up. “No mames, wey— Pepiux, you sneaky—”
“Guapito?”
He looks back down, and finds his husband being led by a very determined-looking Richarlyson. “O que é isso, Richas?” Cellbit laughs, and warmth blooms in Roier’s heart at the sound.
The hatchling lets go of his hand when he and Roier are standing directly in front of each other, and Pepito finally lets go of the spider-hybrid’s, too.
Cellbit copies Roier and looks up, eyes widening slightly. But then a smile creeps onto his face, and his piercing eyes are shining in a way the lights can’t provide, in a way his husband hasn’t seen in a long while.
How the kids placed the mistletoe up there, they’re not gonna question.
Instead, their focus is on what the hatchlings added to the holiday sprig: pink amaranths.
Cellbit looks down at Richarlyson and Pepito, who have just finished a high-five and are looking extremely pleased with themselves. He quirks an eyebrow. “We’re literally married, you guys.”
Richarlyson whips out his notebook, writing with a comedic ferocity before holding it up. AND? YOUR POINT IS?
Pepito lifts his own notebook, a lot less aggressive as he bounces in place. FELIZ NAVIDAD APAS :-D
The cat-hybrid chuckles to himself, shaking his head. His attention is diverted by hands settling on his waist. Roier’s smile is soft, and he’s looking at Cellbit in a way that makes him weak, mind going pleasantly fuzzy. “Oi…”
“Hola, gatinho,” Roier murmurs.
(Satisfied, Richarlyson and Pepito slink off, giggling at the prospect of the next part of their grand plan.)
Cellbit closes the space between their bodies, one arm wrapping around his husband’s neck while the other cups his face. Roier feels a familiar coil around his leg.
The spider-hybrid spares one last glance up at the customized mistletoe before pressing their foreheads together. “Well? You gonna kiss me or what, pendejo?”
“Pendejo? With that mouth of yours?” the investigator quips.
“It’s more fun, no?”
Cellbit hums, his thumb brushing along Roier’s cheekbone. “Claro.”
And with that, Cellbit tilts his head and the distance is closed, eyes fluttering shut as they melt into the kiss.
Subconsciously, they hold each other tighter, pulling each other impossibly closer. The world fades out around them, until it’s nothing but each other.
(They’re already as close as they can get.)
(Not that the fact will stop them from trying.)
They don’t pull apart until their lungs are burning for oxygen, watching each other closely as their hearts race in their chests.
Their silent stare at each other hardly lasts a few seconds before grins are splitting their faces, foreheads pressing together as their shoulders shake with silent laughter.
But then Roier makes a sound, unable to keep quiet, and that’s all it takes for them to both fall into proper laughter. Cellbit’s head drops to his husband’s shoulder, burying it in an attempt to stifle the growing noise.
(He hears Roier through his laughter, “hijo de puta, Cellbo—”)
They rock in place until they’re finally able to calm back down and catch their breath, and Cellbit lifts his head. He moves his hands back, cupping Roier’s face in both and studying him fondly.
“Told you it was more fun,” the latter chirps, and it takes more self-control than Cellbit cares to admit to not start laughing again.
(Roier’s always been good at that: making him laugh even at the simplest of things.
Maybe it’s less Roier and more a testament to just how whipped Cellbit is. But that’s nobody’s business but his own.)
(Since day one.)
The cat-hybrid rolls his eyes, not a trace of malice to be found. “Whatever, man.”
“Ey, man, what the fuck?” Roier moves a hand from Cellbit’s waist, putting it to his heart. “You know I’m speaking facts. Pure facts.”
“Cállate, guapito.” The cat-hybrid pinches one of his cheeks.
“I have a better idea,” his husband answers.
Cellbit doesn’t even get a chance to ask before Roier’s hand is against the back of his head, threading through his hair, and their lips are pressed together once more. A little less gentle, a little more passionate, but no less perfect as it speaks the words they don’t need to.
(Te amo. Te amo. Te amo.)
(And across the way, a flustered scientist and an equally-flustered war veteran find themselves under a red-rosed mistletoe.)
(A very Merry Christmas, indeed.)
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okay quick warning, but SPOILERS for The Owl House Finale! scroll past if u haven't seen!
Cool. So I saw another post v similar to this, but I agree and really wanan add to this statement:
Thank god the owl house did not do these things:
Main cast stop talking for ages trope
Got rid of magic trope
Main character losing all their powers trope
Magic world combines with Normal world trope
Bad person gets redeemed because everyone can be good trope
Kill characters just for the sake of death
Now, did the show HEAVILY tease every single one of these? absolutely. And I adore the show even more for it.
The whole "i can't wait to see everyone again," followed up with "Luz, it's been a week." HGFJVG very funny
Raine being teased to die constantly but being too cool for that shit? yes thank you i woulda hated if you died
The whole losing the original glyphs because the titan finally died, concerning but sure ig, but when King was revealed to have his OWN glyphs language?? YOOO, not only is that a nice thing to bond over, but it means Luz can keep on learning new magic while going to wildmagic school!
Everyone was still able to use their own magic! With them in the archives and being unable to use their magic, i was SO worried it was gone. But then it was immediately like "no bitch you're just stupidly exhausted"
AND BELOS' DEATH SCENE. Not giving into his manipulation anymore and just letting it happen was SO satisfying! Not only that, but the parallel to Eda accepting the curse as part of her and not letting it control her, VS Belos who tried using a curse as an excuse to be a bad person etc. Love that.
AAAAAAAAAA I could go on forever honestly. But all in all, great ending and I litteraly have 0 complaints. With the 3 episodes having to summarise a whole seasons worth of content, it was done beautifully. Thank you Dana and the whole crew for this amazing show <3
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