shorts collection

this page will contain a series of short unfinished stories based in the SAB universe, but not canon. Most of these will be old and maybe a little out of character. These are just for fun /archival purposes.Think of them like fanfiction. These stories may contain adult content.

Kat and Mortem take a bath together

Katsumi has never considered himself to be modest, but standing in the bathroom with another person and a tub of hot water is making him rethink all of his life choices.  
Mortem doesn’t seem to care. At all. It’s mind boggling how easy this is for him. Pulling his shirt over his head in one swift motion, sliding his pants down and wrestling the bunched up fabric off his ankles like it’s nothing, like he’s the only person in the room, like this is normal. It’s when he reaches that final article of clothing that Kat clamps his eyes shut. Fucking stupid. What’s wrong with you? You’re not five, you stupid fuck. 
Mortem laughs airily and Kat squints one eye open like he’s about to stare down the sun. Thankfully, he isn’t. Not yet. But that could change in a matter of seconds. Mortem’s thumbs are hooked under the elastic of his briefs, poised and ready. 
“You’re coming in too, aren’t you?” he asks. 
	Kat swallows hard. “Yeah, I’m- yes.” 
He’s gotten used to watching. Watching is fine. Watching is great. It’s the looming idea of participation that’s making his throat tighten. The way a student feigns attentiveness when their teacher is too enthusiastic. Every muscle tensed, as if that could somehow drive away their pacing professor before they strike. It never does.
	“I just-you get in first,” Kat says. 
	Mortem pouts. “Fine. But it better not be cold by the time you get in.” 
	Kat snorts a laugh. ”Yeah, yeah,” he says, waving a hand passively. Is he really that predictable? 
Mortem takes off his underwear. Kat locks his eyes on a chipped tile like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. 
The sound of moving water echoes against porcelain as Mortem steps into the bath. First his left foot, then his right, then an awkward squeaky shuffle as the rest of his body descends into hot, swirling liquid. When the sounds revert back to gentle ripples, Kat deems it safe to look.
Mortem is already staring at him, hugging his knees close to his chest. “C’mon then.”
	Kat blinks. He tries to loosen his muscles but it doesn’t work. 
“Don’t look.”
“Are you serious-”
“If you look, I’ll be mad.”
Mortem sighs, and then warily drifts his eyes shut. 
‘I’ll be mad.’ has been the latest method of keeping the peace. It’s blunt, but it usually stops fights before they happen. No more “But why won’t you just step into the kitchen?” or “You were literally hugging me two seconds ago, why the hell won’t you look at me now?” 
Just “I’ll be mad.” Or in Mortem’s case, “I’ll freak out.” Because that was the least graphic way to sum up the outcome. 
Mortem has literally puked all over himself out of panic before. And Kat- well...It hasn’t happened yet. But he really doesn’t want to rip Mortem to shreds in a fit of rage. Because he could. But God, he doesn’t want to. He really, really doesn’t want to. 
Kat undresses in record time, entering the bath equally as fast. Mortem’s eyes are shut now, but Kat knows he isn’t averse to peaking. 
He’s clumsy and stumbling the whole way down. Nerves are more than likely the main culprit, but he’s also way too fucking big for this thing. Why did he think this was a good idea? Romance is dead. Survival is his top priority these days. 
“Can I look now?” Mortem asks, restlessly eager. 
“Yeah. Fine. Whatever,” Kat sighs. It’s pointless anyway. His lower half may be submerged but this bath is way too tiny for comfort. They’re a tangle of legs and hot water. The methodical hum of the vanity light is giving him a headache. 
	Mortem opens his eyes, then his hand shoots up to his mouth reflexively. Trying, and failing, to hide the cheeky grin on his face. “You really don’t fit, huh?” he snickers.
	“Of course I don’t. What did you think was gonna happen?” 
	“I don’t know. I just- I thought you were exaggerating.” 
	Kat huffs. Mortem laughs into his hand. 

Mortem is stuck in Kat's apartment at Christmas time

Side note: I do want to have an actual Christmas special at some point, but this would not be the premise.

	Christmas was never exactly a top priority for Mortem. Even back in the day when he still had a family alive to celebrate with, he was always torn. The idea of festivities, colorful lights and hot cocoa in front of a fireplace was definitely appealing, but it always came down to the people. Christmas dinner wasn’t fun with his parents spitting vaguely homophobic remarks across the table, and christmas lights weren’t nearly as enjoyable when he was alone in the cold. All it did was emphasize his isolation.  
	He wanted to like it. He really did, but it all felt so fake. It made him envious of other people’s happiness, and that realization made him feel even worse. It was an endless spiral of longing and disappointment, of wishing things were better and the crushing despair when his feelings didn’t change. He had vague memories of Christmases as a kid, of waking his parents up at the crack of dawn and unwrapping gifts, of watching christmas movies and putting out carrots for santa’s reindeer. But those memories only fueled his confusion. Christmas used to be fun, so why did he hate it so much now? 
	But this year he had an entirely new set of problems. His parents were dead, he was running from the law, and he was stuck in an apartment 15 stories up, unable to participate in the holiday festivities below. All he could do was watch, and looking out of the frosted windows at the tiny dots running amuck just made him dizzy. The only real contact with people he had was with Kat, and sometimes his friends, but mostly Kat. 
And his friends didn’t exactly...like him. To put it more bluntly, they hated him. Kat kept saying they didn’t but he knew better. He was needy and obnoxious and quite frankly, hard to like, so he didn’t blame them, but it was tonight they took Kat with them. They said they’d be back soon but it’d been nearly an hour and they were still nowhere to be seen.