#hatchetfics

[frenchgirlocean]

wanna listen to your hands soothe

hatchetfield; original work

—  lorelai bowman & lance swohn (gen)

fluff ⋆ sickfic ⋆ comfort no hurt

(542 words)

for @wetcatschwartzy <3

Lance takes one short look at Lorelai as she throws the backpack on the floor next to the dinner table in his living room, and it tells him all he needs to know. 

“You’re not sick again, are you?”

Lorelai blinks at him for a few moments, bleary and tired, and Lance is half–convinced that he’ll need to spring out of his seat and catch her in the next few seconds when Lorelai clears her throat and shakes her head.

“Absolutely fuckin’ not.” She says, and then contradicts herself in the worst way by almost sneezing her brains out. Right into her elbow, and Lance gets brutally reminded to never borrow any of her clothes again, no matter how comfy they are. “Where did you get that idea from?”

“... No reason.” He lies through his teeth, and watches Lorelai struggle with the zipper of her backpack. “Maybe you want to lay down?”

“I’m not a baby, Lancelot, I don’t need a—” an absolutely monstrous sneeze, “nap.”

“Yeah.” 

Lorelai sneezes, then yawns, and then barks out a strange combination of another yawn mixed with a cough. She almost slumps over his dinner table, but hauls herself up once again to dive into her backpack, looking like a ragdoll being thrown around with telepathy.

“Maybe—” He puts one hand on her bare arm, and Lorelai hisses. Like a wild cat with rabies.

“Jesus, Lance! Give a girl a warning before you come with your freaky cold hand, will you?”

Lance opens his mouth to defend himself, what the hell, Lorelai. Then he remembers that trying to fight with a sick Lorelai is absolutely useless, and resumes his work to straight up pick her up from the chair and put her on the nearest flat, comfy surface.

“Wha—” She blinks, but once her head hits Lance’s covered collarbone, all signs of consciousness disappear. Her cheek rests on his shoulder, smacked like she’s already fallen asleep, and he only knows that she’s awake by her pattern of breathing — too fast for usual asleep–Lorelai speed. Otherwise, she’s completely limp, snoring through her clogged nose, and Lance already tenses up knowing how bad her colds can get.

He sets her down on his bed as gently as he possibly can, but she still stirs when he tears her already–sweaty face off his sweater. 

Lorelai stares at him with wide, dark eyes for a few moments before he awkwardly rattles off, 

“Do you need something?”

Her nose scrunches up, and she yawns again, curling up in his goddamn Arthur and the Invisibles blanket. 

“Nah.” She pulls the corner of the blanket higher, up to her face, but opens her eyes again. The way she looks reminds Lance of when they were younger, maybe in elementary school, and his mom would let her stay over for weeks when her dad worked across the country just to keep them afloat. “Actually, can y’do your work here?”

Oh. Of course. 

(He’d run to the end of Earth for her.)

“Sure thing.”

Lorelai snorts through the phlegm in her throat. “St’p talkin’ like my dad.” 

“Oh, screw you too.” He says with a bite of a smile in his voice, and when he leaves the room to collect his homework, he swears he can hear Lorelai grumbling affectionately, something about her father and him being the same person in different fonts.

He’d give his life up for her. Blanket, bed, free time and probably his own health aren’t that much.

[vorpalmuchness]

a web weave for on the Spankoffski brothers based on daddy doesn't love me and mommy is a god and forgive me Pete, part of the Hatchetfield Half-Blood series

The Day I Got Expelled, The Lightning Thief Musical// daddy doesn't love me and mommy is a god by @disregardcanon// Family Tree by Ethel Cain// The Campfire Song, The Lightning Thief Musical// Maurice Sendak// He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother by Bobby Scott and Bob Russell// Anecdote of the Pig by Tory Adkisson// Peter by Taylor Swift// Song of the Insensible by Andrew Kozma// Night of the Living Dead (1968)// Refusal to Mourn by Andrea Cohen// @rhaenyratheecruel// Peter by Taylor Swift// @starpeace// @rhaenyratheecruel

[starcanwrecked-confessions]

sometimes i forget hatchetfield proshippers exist then i open ao3 and the most recent hatchetfic is pete x ted and im stopped dead in my tracks

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[lilacthebooklover]

HIHI THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR COMMENTS ON NPAC THEY GIVE ME LIFe

hi!! thank you for writing it!! there aren't that many hatchetfics out there but yours is so hecking good, i love it. your writing style and characterisation are a pleasure to read, i'm thoroughly enjoying the plot and the ships heheh. incredible job so far! i'm looking forward to the next chapter immensely!! :D

(for anyone who hasn't read the awesome fic i'm talking about, here it is! Max × Richie focused with amazing progression and amazing writing, I promise it will convert you until you are obsessed with the pairing. No joke. This writer right here has freaking talent)

[the-spaced-out-ace]

Being a real-life Midwesterner there are things I like inserting into my hatchetfics such as “bugs are my friends” and “no one is scared of thunderstorms here” and “Culver’s is better than Whataburger the Texans can fight me on this”