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We have a few designated walls that haven't been drawn on much yet. The city pays for the artists to showcase work on them, via the SCoC.
If ya have any questions, please visit the link provided.
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HeliosR - Lock On The Lost Night - Chapter 2
Translation of chapter 2 of the event ‘Lock On The Lost Night’ from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.
Brad: Why are we in this kind of situation to begin with. Isn’t there anything you remember?
Keith: That’s what I’m asking
Brad: ….I’m drawing a complete blank.
Keith: ….Guess we’ll have to try remembering one thing at a time to jog our memories
Brad: Indeed
Keith: Uuuhm, yesterday…
Keith: Ah, right. Since we’ve been busy with all sorta things lately, the team got some special time off
Keith: And then, Dino and the others said they’ll be off to their families---
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Dino: Are you honestly sure about this? Keith
Keith: I’m tellin’ ya to not mind me. Every now and then ya just wanna take it easy all on yer own. And once the Rookies League’s ‘round the corner, it’ll get real busy against my will
Dino: Junior and Faith aren’t here either, and you’ll be alone for a short while though…
Keith: I’d argue it’s a wish come true. Gonna take it nice and slow this whole vacation.
Keith: Make sure to give my regards to gramps and granny
Dino: Okay. Those two have been talking about how they’d like to come sightseeing here one day, so you better tag along when the time comes.
Keith: Oooh~ For sure
Dino: I’m off then. I’ll be back with souvenirs☆
Keith: Take care on yer trip~
Keith: (Lessee, where do we go for a drink today)
Keith: (That reminds me, the owner of that sports bar contacted me how he got his hands on some real nice alcohol)
Keith: (Suppose I’ll drop by for a round of billiards too. Hehe, tomorrow’s also a day off so time to hit the bottle as much as I want.)
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Bar owner: Come on in
Brad: My apologies, Keith had contacted me.
Bar owner: Your continued support is much appreciated. Since you’re here for him, he’s drinking at that table over there
Brad: …..Keith
Keith: Ooh~ ya finally showed up, Brad~ Ain’tcha late now
Brad: You bastard, already a mess on the first day of your vacation.
Keith: Don’ be such a square. Got told that they had some great alcohol to offer, and not coming woulda been rude, no~? C’mon, you have a taste too
Brad: And don't drag me in this, you drunkard. We’re leaving at once.
Keith: Ain’t it fine, stay with me for one glass
Brad: Not a chance I’ll accompany you. I have work tomorrow.
Keith: Sheesh, what horrible company. If that’s how yer gonna act then I’ll drink---
Brad: No more drinking. Come on, we’re going home while you can still walk.
Keith: Then what ‘bout all this alcohol~ Ordered it for ya and now its just gon’ go to waste, yanno?
Brad: ………
Brad: You leave me with no choice. I’ll have--
Keith: To booze it up!
Brad: !? Oi, don’t shove that glass any closer---
Keith: Here, down, down the hatch it goes~
Brad: Cease! Who you’re drinking with has to------
Brad: ……!!
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Keith: ………..
Brad: …………
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I’ll Be Delicate
The reader shows Daryl Dixon that there’s still peace to be found in this world with soft words and delicate fingers.
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Word Count: 2.1k (approximately)
Tags: sweet and soft with some humour n gloom, sfw
Notes: Anon requested a simple hair braiding fic and I had to be extra and turn it into an entire comfort fic. I’m not sorry.
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Lanterns burnt low and the smell of sage and tobacco lingered in the air throughout the small but comfortable basement on the far side of Alexandria. In the middle of the room was a large sofa, plush with semi-clean clothes stacked up on one half while a sleepy Belgian Malinois lay on the other, still and complaisant.
Daryl Dixon, on the other hand, sat at his makeshift desk by the window. In one hand, a sharp dagger, the other an arrow he had been cutting away at for the past hour. His skin was pink and freckled and his hair damp, freshly showered after a gruelling day outside of the walls that ended in blood and tears.
Losing someone in the community was never easy. He almost felt he should have been thankful it wasn’t somebody he was particularly close to, but that shit hardly mattered since he and Rick had to go back and let the poor bastard’s wife know he wasn’t coming home.
He couldn’t bring himself to think about it now that he was back within the safety of Alexandria, not with all he had waiting for him there. He didn’t think he could cope with where his mind would take him, so instead he took to working with his hands — carving and cutting until his mind emptied and he didn’t have to think at all.
Eventually the stairs creaked and Daryl glowered to himself, figuring it would be Carol checking in on him again. He loved her, she was his best friend, but sometimes she just did too much. When the inevitable knock on wood came, he looked up ready to grunt in acknowledgment. Instead, his features softened, his chest heaving with relief.
It was you.
The corners of your mouth quirked into a sweet smile as you stepped through the doorway. He noticed it didn’t reach your eyes and he reached out to you, taking your hand and gently pulling you closer to him where he could wrap a muscular arm around the back of your thighs and look up at you with those crystalline blues.
You placed your arm around his shoulder, fingers immediately finding their way to the hair at the nape of his neck. You played with it absentmindedly, your sole focus on the man before you, eyes so full of curiosity and care.
“Now how is it you’re cleaner than I am?”
Daryl smirked in response and squeezed you lightly. You were certainly grubbier than he was, but he didn’t care one bit considering grubby was his default state. The old shirt you were wearing was torn at your midriff and it took him a moment to realise it was one of his. He pulled at the tear carefully, thankful only to find a graze rather than something worse.
“Yer back early.” He finally acknowledged.
You hummed in response, fingers now tenderly raking through the archer’s hair to reveal more of the gruff face you liked so much. You took in his features, tracing every scar and drawing together every freckle.
“Mich’ radioed through. Hilltop had one too many people to spare anyway.”
He narrowed his eyes slightly, but didn’t question it. If Michonne wanted to grant him a little bit of peace after the day they’d had, who was he to say no? Besides, Hell itself would freeze over before he ever turned you away.
“I like you like this.” You continued, “All soft and warm.”
“Yeah?”
A year or so ago he would have resented being called soft. It was a fighting word, something his idiot brother would use to provoke him into doing something reckless, but when it came from your lips it felt like he was being awarded a Purple Heart.
Sure, you were talking about his shower fresh skin, but that didn't matter. You reminded him that he had been brave and let you in, that after years of being alone and afraid, he had earned the right to be soft.
Pulling away from his grip, your hands came to your belt buckle. You unfastened it and slowly shimmied out of the dark blue jeans that were stained with speckles of old Walker blood. That old shirt of Daryl’s you’d been wearing, tucked in at the waist, fell free halfway down your thighs.
“Like a damn dress on you, girl.”
You shot a playful scowl at him and sauntered towards the couch, moving the pile of clothes to another surface before collapsing onto the cushion with a grunt. Dog perked up and you scratched him behind the ears.
“Not like you to complain.” You sighed.
Watching you like this, comfortable and free, Daryl felt something building in his chest. It wasn’t panic. Maybe it was fear? He wasn’t sure what it was, but he knew he wanted to wrap himself up in you like you were wrapped up in his shirt. Anything to keep you close so he never had to worry about you not coming home.
“Weren’t complainin’.”
It was your turn to reach out to him, coax him over from his attempts of escape. You may have been exhausted, but losing anyone from the community was a nasty reminder of how fragile this life really was.
Daryl stood and mosied over. Dog was comfortable right where he was next to you, though Daryl wouldn’t try to get rid of him even if he wanted to. You shuffled up a bit, angling yourself against the inner corner before tugging on his forearm — a silent plea to give into you and just be. He spent so much of his time looking out for you, making sure you were okay that it also became a way of making himself feel better. You loved him for it, but you desperately wanted to take care of him too.
He finally sat. It was a start. You kept your fingers on his skin, your thumb caressing it gently and he turned his head to watch your hand at work. His eyes soon drifted to your legs. They were bruised but still strong and inviting. You pulled at him again and he finally met your gaze.
“I’m right here.” You assured him, “I’m not going anywhere.”
But you could. That was what was tearing him apart.
Daryl eventually nodded and shuffled up, taking your legs and placing them over his lap so that you were practically sitting on him but not quite. He loved the weight of you, loved you dressed in nothing but one of his old band shirts so that he could flex his hand against the warmth of your thighs. You were his anchor, keeping him from spiralling just by being right there in your arms.
With one arm wrapped around his broad shoulders, you used your free hand to trace the far side of his jaw with your thumb. He leaned into your touch and you sweetly kissed his shoulder before pulling him in closer to you, the hand behind his head now weaving into his hair again.
“Think Dog is getting jealous.”
A soft snort escaped him then, “I’d be jealous too.”
“Don’t need to be. You got me.”
He adjusted his position, allowing himself to lean into you a little bit more. You continued to play with his hair, twirling it between your fingers. The tension in his body slowly began to melt away, evident from the long exhale that drew from his lips.
“Still don’ know how the fuck tha’ happened.”
And that was the truth. To this day Daryl had no idea what you saw in him. You could tell him to his face -- in fact you had -- and he’d still question it. He’d grown up believing he was no good but even if that were the case then, again, who the fuck was he to deny you?
“The world works in mysterious ways Daryl Dixon.” A smirk tugged at your lips, “That and I had to make the first move.”
“Shuddup.” He retorted quickly, “Woulda’ done it eventually.”
It was your turn to laugh. Looking back on your journey together, it was honestly miraculous you’d ended up where you were at all. He was oblivious when it came to women and you weren’t exactly someone that was easy to pin down. Your affection for him snuck up on you, but once it hit you it did so with full force and you weren’t going to risk not knowing.
“I almost wish I’d waited now.”
“‘M glad ya’ didn’t.“ He confessed, squeezing your thigh with his calloused hand, “‘M glad you’re here.”
You pressed a kiss to his temple then wiggled, adjusting your position so that you could angle yourself against him comfortably. You could use both of your hands to play with his hair now. He didn’t even try to pretend he didn’t like it, because he did. He liked all of the attention you gave him.
“So, how would you have done it?”
“Dunno. Don’ matter now.” His brow quirked as he glanced at you, “I kissed ya first. Don’ that count for somethin’?”
Well, there was that. It was one of few times Daryl had truly caught you off guard. You were pissed off about something, wouldn’t stop going on and on at him even though it wasn’t his fault.
“In my defence, you kissed me to shut me up.”
“Worked didn’ it?”
“Haven’t gotten rid of me since.”
Delicate fingers had taken a few thin strands of his hair, tucking them one behind the other aimlessly to form a subtle braid as you both reminisced. You sometimes couldn’t believe how long his hair had gotten, but you quite liked it. You never took too much off when he let you cut it.
“Wouldn’t ever.” He mumbled shyly, “Ain’t gon’ get luckier than this.”
“Not sure I’d call it luck. Been through too damn much for the world not to pay it forward.” You truly believed your words as they spilled from your lips, “We deserve a bit of good. You deserve it.”
Whether he agreed or not, he wasn’t sure how to respond. If it were true, he had already gotten that little bit of good by finding you. He would be perfectly happy if that was all the good he ever got in this new world of blood and rot. He didn’t need anything more. He couldn’t help but wonder if you felt the same.
You were partially preoccupied, braiding his hair gently piece by piece and savouring the sweet moment between you both. His hand caressed your thigh, traced circles with his fingers while you leaned into each other’s touch. It set your skin aflame, poked coals in the pit in your stomach, but you pushed that feeling down until when or if he pulled you in.
Truthfully, you didn’t think much about the future anymore. You couldn’t afford to. It put you on edge, made you panic and do stupid things. It was easier to live in the moment and appreciate what you had, and waking up to Daryl everyday was more than you ever expected to have when you were first taken in at Alexandria. Hell, you felt lucky to make a few friends after being on your own for so long.
You sighed happily as you combed out the loose braid with your fingers and began again, taking thicker pieces of clean dark hair. He smelled like your shampoo which tickled you a little, but you didn’t complain. It wasn’t like he was going to seek out his own. Piece by piece, the braid grew and you could feel him relax further, the circles he was drawing on your thigh growing slower. You bet that if you turned to look, his eyes had closed.
“The hell you doin’ girl?” He finally mumbled.
He always called you that. The way he said it made it feel like there was supposed to be a my in front of it. Sometimes if you were being especially irritating he’d slip a lil in there as if that was supposed to deter you, but it never did.
“Shhh. Stay still.” The response came with a soft chuckle.
As you finished another braid, you admired your work with a grin. His eyes flit open as if he knew you were up to something, brows soon furrowing as he looked at you. It wasn’t long until they relaxed, that smile of yours turning him into putty in your hands.
“Do I wanna know?”
“Do you wanna know I’ve been braiding your hair for the last… however long.” Your words were dry, bordering on teasing, “No, probably not.”
That infamous scowl of his tugged at his grizzly features, though there was no bark to his bite. You cupped his face, gently coaxing it towards you.
“This suits you.”
He thought you suited him too.
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chapter three: Not a Monster
this one is kind of a boring filler chapter but whatever- what matters is that Pet is soft and starved for love uwu
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cw: non-human whumpee, food, denying food, mentions of past whump, some fluff
,,Good pup. There you go. Eat something.”
Pet sat patiently by Master´s legs as he prepared some food for it. He sat the bowl down next to its crate, as well as one with fresh water.
Pet whined softly as a question.
,,Go on, buddy. You must be hungry.”
Pet slowly sniffed the food, still not sure if it's allowed to eat. Master waited. Pet carefully tasted it, making sure to not make a mess.
It didn´t even realize how hungry it was. The dog food was delicious, meaty and rich and tasty. Pet purred and dug in. Master seemed happy as it chewed and swallowed, filling its empty stomach.
,,Someone was really starving, huh?” he chuckled, when the pet emptied its bowl in a few minutes. Pet froze, not sure if it´s hunger didn't anger him, but it seemed like Master was glad. ,,Want some more?”
Pet blinked a few times. It really liked this dog food, but it didn´t want to seem greedy. And it was sure the food was very expensive. It didn't want to waste Master´s money. Old Master always reminded Pet how expensive it was to take care of it when he fed it, and the old food tasted way cheaper than this. Pet pressed its ears to its head and shaked its head slowly.
,,Alrighty then,” Master shrugged. ,,I´ll give you more in the evening. You're big, but terribly underweight. You need to eat a lot to get more healthy.”
Pet silently sat curled up next to the crate as Master sat on the couch and turned the TV on. It wasn't sure if it should go into its cage, or follow Master and lie by his feet, or stay in the place. It tried to make itself as small as possible, wrapping its tail around its body and covering itself with wings, waiting for a command.
Master took out his buzzing phone and picked up a call.
,,Hey, Tee. Yeah, I got the pet. Its absolutely fucking huge, pal, and it looks pretty scared. It's bloody quiet, afraid to make any move... Guess its old owner was kind of a dick, I would say… Yeah… Yeah, sure… I'll send you guys a photo, of course… No, I haven't decided on a name yet… I honestly don't even know if it's a male or a female... Well see. Let's wait a few days until it gets used to its new home and then come over, right? Great… Yeah… Say hi to Tara for me, okay? See ya, guys. Bye.”
Pet flicked its ears as Master turned around on the couch and smiled at it. ,,My friends can't wait to meet you, buddy,” he said in a warm voice. ,,Well give you a few days to acclimatize and then you're gonna get introduced to them. I'll just take a photo for now. They're curious as hell, and I can't blame them… Cause look at you, pal.”
Pet nodded, slightly confused, not sure what it is supposed to do.
,,Now pose for me,” Master chuckled and raised his phone.
Pet forced itself to sit a bit straighter and not to flinch, bracing for being punished for not looking good enough, but Master just took a quick photo, lowered his phone again and smiled. ,,Ha, you look almost small in this one. Theyre gonna be surprised as fuck when they see you. Well, so was I.”
Pet waited, longing for a clear command.
,,Don´t you wanna come over here? I'll understand if not, but so far, you seem kinda cuddly. I'll let you on the couch, just promise not to rip it up or something.”
Pet perked up. Finally! It will show Master how good and quiet and obedient it can be, that it is a good pet. It will let him tug on its fur or hurt it if he wants to, just to feel his warm hands again, it will be good and quiet and whine only if he wants it to. It stood up and padded over to the couch, stopping at Master's feet, waiting for his permission.
,,Wanna go up here?”
It slowly raised one of its paws, making sure the claws are all hidden. Carefully, it sat the paw down on the couch, looking at Master inquiringly.
,,C'mon, up.”
Pet jumped on the couch, being extremely careful not to brush its wings against Master or to touch him without his permission. It anxiously curled up. Master tapped his legs and Pet quickly obeyed, laying its head into his lap. His fingers stroked its head and Pet purred gratefully, as he petted it and scratched its big fluffy neck.
,,There we go,” Master chuckled softly, as the Pet slowly started to drift to sleep, ,,you might be big and kinda scary, but you´re not a monster at all.”
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JOHNNY ‘COCO’ CRUZ x READER ⨟ PROMPT + SONGFIC
Aurora comments: I was in a mental breakdown with Coco, since a month ago. I just wanna say thanks to @chibsytelford and @satchie666 for helping me with some tips to bring back my inspo with him. Honestly, I think this is one of my favorites writings, a fucking masterpiece. I have mixed three requests and added one of my favorites spanish songs (I translated it under every part of the lyrics). I just hope you enjoy it as I enjoyed writing it.
Anon #1 asked: may i request 19 and 29 with coco?
Anon #2 asked: 37 and 39, angst, coco cruz
@hoooli13 asked: Hi I love your writing! Could you write 19. “You’re the only good thing I have”. With coco?
Song: ‘Orgullo’, Justin Quiles ft Káren Méndez.
Prompts:
19. “You’re the only good thing I have”.
29. “I don’t deserve you”.
37. “Stop ignoring me, please…”
39.“We need to talk”.
Word Count: 2k (including the lyrics and the translation)
Author comments: The paragraphs in italic mean that it’s a past situation. This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.
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Él me dice que le llame, que no duerme temprano. Si no textea, no texteo y si no llama, no llamo. Pero él es igual…
(He tells me to call him, that he doesn't sleep early. If he doesn't text me, I don't text him and if he doesn't call me, I don't call him. But he does the same…)
It’s been almost two weeks since that night when, apparently, you fucked up whatever you and Coco had. Comings and goings of furtive kisses and improvised sex. You were catching feelings, he was catching feelings too. It’s the thirteenth night that you are sitting on the sofa, waiting for a call or a text, waiting even for an email. You know he is on line, you can see him writing you with those three grey points flashing in your screen. But the text never comes.
“Stop ignoring me, please…”
You would like him to write you, but he doesn’t do, so you either. Pride is stronger than you want to admit. The phone flies off from your hand with an angry move, crashing against the wall and breaking into pieces. And you don’t even care, because he won’t budge.
Estamos envueltos en un juego, donde somos prisioneros del sentimiento que llevamos por dentro. Me siento incontento, y yo sé…
(We're wrapped in a game, where we're prisoners of a feeling we carry inside us. I feel unhappy, and I know…)
“(Y/N), Templo, now. We need to talk”. Bishop just says, as soon as you cross the main door of the clubhouse.
Everybody is staring at you, confused by the way he has talked to you. So serious, so dry. For a second, just for a second, you look at Coco. Maybe you’re ignoring each other, but he’s worried too. Licking your lower lip, you leave your bag over the empty table, before continuing your steps to the meeting room. Closing the glass colorful door, you find the man sitting on his chair having a smoke of his cigar.
“Sit”.
You obey, as a dog would do when the master talks.
“Why are you late?”
“I just… Last night I had a problem with my phone, and I needed a new one. I’m sorry, Prez, it would never happen again and… I’ll recover this lost hour today. I promise”.
He nods in silence, having a sip from his coffee.
“What’s up with Coco, ah?”
“Orgullo, Bishop. Eso es lo que está sucediendo”. (Pride, Bishop, that’s what’s happening).
“Fix it. I don’t care how. But… this situation is awkward and uncomfortable for every one of us”. He leans over the table, supporting his weight on his forearms. “I love you, and you’re a good mechanic. But he is a Mayan”.
And you know what that means. You can’t help but let some tears run out from your eyes when you're grabbing again your bag. The guys look more worried now, and even if you just want to punch Coco on the face, you lead your steps to the huge warehouse next to the club. Throwing your stuff somewhere on the ground, you attack enraged the punching bag hanging from the metallic ceiling. Your cry gets more angrier when you feel two big arms surrounding your body.
“Com’ere, McGregor”.
Angel whispers on your ear, putting you away from it to turn you under his grip, hugging you tightly. You’re furious. Really furious. And your cry floods the place making some echo, while the oldest Reyes tries to comfort you. Fucking pride that doesn’t let you talk with him. And when you do, is his who talks for him.
Me esta matando el orgullo, cuando más quiero estar al lado tuyo. De solo verte concluyo que tú eres para mí y yo soy para ti.
(Pride is killing me, when I want to be by your side the most. Just seeing you I know you are for me and I'm for you).
Maybe you drunk too much that night, starting with beers to end up with a bottle of tequila. You were needing some fresh air, walking in some kind of zigzag to the empty yard. Having a deep breath with eyes closed, you continued your clumsy steps to the farthest picnic table. And you decided to have your own party. Playing some latin music in your phone, and leaving it over the wood, your body began to move alone, under the influence of the rhythm and the alcohol wreaking havoc on your mind. You saw him coming towards you, a little harmed too. He threw the cigar away, holding the hand that you were offering him.
You were having a good time alone, but with him, it only got better. His chest was pressing your back. His arms surrounding your waist, and your hips dancing against him. You could feel his warm breath on your neck, colliding in a delicious way, before starting to kiss your left shoulder. Since the moment you two met, a sexual tension got installed between both, following you whenever you went. And his mouth was feeling so good on your skin, that you wanted to taste it.
No sé por qué el orgullo nos está matando, si tú eres mía, bebé. Ya sabes desde cuando. Nuestras miradas aquel día estaban chocando, y al besar tus labios el deseo iba aumentando.
(I don't know why the pride is killing us, if you're mine, baby. Our looks were crashing that day, and when I kissed your lips the desire incresed).
Turning under his arms, your faces met, twisting a little your necks. Your bodies kept moving to the sound of the song, your noses almost touching. Eyes closed, drinking each other breathings. You wanted too bad to kiss him. He wanted too fucking bad to kiss you. With a hand on your lower back, he wrapped your throat with the other to push you a little bit closer. Enough to you. Your mouth found the other with a ephemeral caress full of desire. You were playing, and he didn’t like it. Coco pressed his lips on yours, not wasting another second, looking for your tongue with his. And it was like an explosion. Your hands getting tangled in his hair, while you two continued dancing, with a leg between yours and vice versa.
It was like touching heaven with your fingertips.
“Shit, I don’t deserve you, mami. You’re a fuckin’ blessing”.
Es que tú me tienes a mí en un vaivén, y me matan las ganas de volverte a ver.
(You have me in a swing, the desire to see you again is killing me).
“Who’s that mami, bro’?” Coco asked to Angel, resting his shoulder against the wooden column, having a drag of his cigar.
“New mechanic. Taza’s friend, or something like”.
Che was your father’s best friend, so when you told him what you were studying, he quickly offered you to work at Romeros and Bros. It was a good opportunity to learn a little more. You saw sideways how four men walked towards your car, from where you were grabbing your stuff.
“Welcome to the fam’. I’m Angel. And these are my brothers. Coco, Gilly and Creeper”.
You smiled with pursed lips, not ashamed, but kinda like. Four big guys with tattoos and looks on their faces of being truly assholes? No, thanks.
“I’m (Y/N)”.
Since the first moment, you knew they were betting who would be the one who would end up dating you. But they were wrong.
“Don’ try to fuck with me, guys. I’m more into drivers than into riders”.
Or maybe, you were the one who was wrong.
Me está matando el orgullo, cuando más quiero estar al lado tuyo. De solo verte concluyo que tú eres para mí y yo soy para ti.
(Pride is killing me, when I want to be by your side the most. Just seeing you I know you are for me and I'm for you).
It was an innocent dance with Angel, what kick out of you two that fucking pride. When you came back to the clubhouse, holding hands and laughing loud, your favorite song were playing through the speakers. The oldest Reyes, who was your best friend since you met the Mayans, wanted to dance it with you. And you couldn’t say ‘no’. Dancing close with him, as you did many times before. The funniest thing about the night is that you danced with everybody.
Ella me dice que la llame, que no duerme temprano. Si no textea, no texteo y si no llama, no llamo. Pero ella es igual…
(She tells me to call her, that she doesn't sleep early. If she doesn't text me, I don't text her and if she doesn't call me, I don't call her. But she does the same…)
Coco has been the whole day trying to figure out what did Bishop say to you. No one, but you two, knew what happened inside the Templo. Not even Taza. He’s sitting in his terrace with both legs over the table, drinking a beer and his phone in the other one. He wants to call you. And he has been typing your number by heart, the last hour. Once and again, ending up locking the screen. Until he decides that he doesn’t want to play this game anymore. He doesn’t want to lose you. The world is less shit waking up with you.
You need to breathe fresh air, stepping out of your house with no destination. You just want to walk, leave your mind blank by listening some music, with your headphones on. Actually, you don’t give a shit about the work. You don’t want to lose him. The only moments of peace you have had, you have found them between his arms, under his kisses and his caresses. You need him. You love him.
When you want to notice where you are, your feet are leading you to his house, being pushed back to reality because of the roar of a bike coming closer. You turn at it, when the wheels stop dead making a scratchy sound. Then, you see him. And he sees you. Getting off the motorcycle, he leaves the helmet above the seat. You turn off the headphones to keep them inside a pocket, taking some steps closer about to say something. But, what can you say? He’s coming towards you too, as if it was a slow motion scene.
Me está matando el orgullo, cuando más quiero estar al lado tuyo. De solo verte concluyo que tú eres para mí y yo soy para ti.
(Pride is killing me, when I want to be by your side the most. Just seeing you I know you are for me and I'm for you).
You swallow hardly, barely breathing when Coco is just one step away from you. And maybe you don't need any words. Maybe you've been too stupid to recognize what and how you feel about the other. The mexican raises up a hand to your left cheek, resting it there, knowing that you missed him much more than you thought. His right hand helps the other to hold your face, before crashing his lips on yours. A soft needy moan drowning in your throat, when your fingers get tangled in two fist in his shirt. Your tongues stroking the other so desperate, that you don't care about being out of air.
Your back finds the wall, lifting up your arms to his neck, surrounding it; while his hands go down to your lower back. Fuck the pride.
“You're the only good thing I have, mami”.
“Tú eres para mí y yo soy para ti”.
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Lamia Bonding Drama
Finished RP with @theriverpersonshadow that turned into an absolute monster once we both sat down and started it. I think we finished this in under a week? The final word count is...25,546 (after some editing by me).
The only warnings that may apply are for language. If anyone has any triggers please let me know.
It's so long that it's under the cut.
Caring Coils was having one of its community events this week. While the shop was always open to the public (within business hours), the weather had been nice lately and they’d managed to rent out some outdoor space in a local park. The Lamia were absolutely loving it, in their own ways: a hoard of miniature pygmies were chasing after an RC car “driven” by a bitty Papython and actually driven by a Honeybo, the trees were draped with various Lamia but especially Chains, one of the larger rocks in the area had become a community nap pile for Cornies, and no small number of Kraits (and Oozy) were enjoying the pond as a few Mambas terrorized/were terrorized by the local goose population, thankfully far from the rest.
Nikolai was a mixture of happy and absolutely harried, trying to keep track of everyone who’d come. Some Lamia had opted to stay inside, like Hux, and some were too young (Piper was allowed to come, barely), but the park was absolutely teeming with various Lamia. It made his soul swell to see them so happy, but also, he probably needed to deal with the goose situation on top of general PR.
Keith was hanging out near the edge of the park, draped in a tree and soaking up some sun rays. Trousle was hanging with him - pun intended - and looking at the humans as they passed into the park, chirping out hellos with his little speaker. Piper, meanwhile, had claimed a bird nest as “his” and was enthusiastically showing it off.
“Oh! Look! That human has one like you!” Trousle said, tugging lightly at Keith.
Keith looked over towards Val, giving a wave. “Yo, nice to meet ya. Name’s Keith.”
“Look! I’mma mom!” Piper chirped loudly as his little lungs(?) could manage. This is clearly a child in a bird nest.
“Hello human!!!”
*
Valerie adored her boys and did whatever she could to make them happy but this was, admittedly, more for her than it was for any of her boys. She had joined tons of different groups geared towards Lamia, including a site that allowed her to see when a center was having any special events, and she stalked those sites when she had a few minutes to herself. It was through her obsessive need to stay on top of all things Lamia related that she heard about a center that was having a community day.
And it was open to the public.
Marmalade watched, so in tune that he picked up on her excitement before any of the other boys, as she prepared for a trip. It wasn't too far but it was enough distance that she was careful to pack a cooler full of snacks and blankets to create a nest in the back of the van. Because it was a given that Currant would be tagging along and Sangria would be the guardian of the property while she was away. His Mamba brother took his duties incredibly serious and he had a prankster Corny to watch over and a recovering Pygmy to take care of. Val left instructions on what to do if she wasn't back within a few days, leaving behind a phone she'd picked up just for them.
None of them liked to be away from her with no means of making sure she was alright, Marmalade didn't blame them.
Despite being the largest in the house, Marmalade had made no secret of his desire to go with Valerie and Currant on their trip. He coiled on the back seat, soaking in the light and enjoying the breeze, while Currant claimed the front seat with a nest carefully crafted. Val filled the trip to this community day with belting along to whatever song played, nudging Currant until he joined in and beaming at Marmalade in the mirror until he went along with their shenanigans.
Stars, he adored his bondmate.
Their arrival was met with little fanfare. Currant wanted to stay in the van, unwilling to risk getting lost or injured by whatever was going on at the park, and the windows were left cracked for his comfort. Val gave his skull a pet and eagerly left the car behind, Marmalade tagging along at her side. It was clear that all the Lamia were enjoying their time outside and he snickered at the sight of a cluster of Mamba trying to assert their dominance over a flock of geese.
Sangria would have been absolutely delighted to show the smaller Mamba how to go about proving their superiority.
Marmalade found his gaze drawn to his fellow Chains, draped across tree branches like, particularly strange vines. Val must have felt his curiosity because her gaze was also drawn towards the trees and she gave a delighted squeak. Her soul pulsed back pure joy at him.
"'sup," he drawled, acknowledging Keith's greeting. "'m marmalade."
"Ohmystars," Val breathed, clutching her chest. "You are just the cutest little thing."
Which Lamia was she talking to? Well, all of them if Marmalade had to guess.
"y'all don' get out often, do ya?"
*
"Not really! It's big out here!" Trousle said. If he was being honest with himself, it was kind of overwhelming. Thankfully, Keith didn't seem to mind hanging around with him, and it was nice having a familiar face as he tried to get used to it. Mostly he worried about how his speaker would work. It was small enough to be portable... for a normal-sized person, but it'd be a pain trying to carry it around at his size. But there was plenty to do just here! People to talk to, things to climb and play around in, it was all so much and it was great!
"They say 'm too lil. But I'm not! Not a hatchling! Nuh-uh!" Piper said. He grinned down at this human and looked at "his" eggs. He couldn't actually keep these, so... He slithers down to Valerie's level, tail wound around a tree branch while he makes grabby hands her way. The little one looks like he's got some scales stuck to his skull and arms, but a closer look reveals that they seem to be growing there (though might be in a shedding phase right now too, based on the flakiness). He chirped for her, little tongue darting out to catch the taste of the air.
Keith just chuckled at the little one. "Nope. What can I say, I've got my dice inside." He yawned and readjusted himself on the branch, muscles rippling as he found another position. "But it's pretty nice out here honestly. At least right now. It gets dang hot sometimes." Which might explain why there didn't seem to be many Firerings. While they probably would've enjoyed the usual summer heat, it'd be uncomfortable or even possibly deadly to those around them. "Heh, where y’all from anyways? I don't know you." The other Chain's scent was unfamiliar to him, and they were kind of the place to get a well-cared-forlamia in the state. Marmalade might've been a little roughed up from hunting in the woods, but he didn't really have the look of a rescue, and the linger scents were new too.
*
"nah," Marmalade teased, sockets narrowing as he smirked. "yer jus' small."
And adorable. Marmalade was so accustomed to being around smaller Lamia that he felt an instant need to protect any smaller Lamia around him. Lapis was the smallest at home and Marmalade often kept him safe from predatory birds and other larger creatures that might make a snack of a Lamia. Keith keeping Trousle close was something Marmalade approved of, it was what made Chains so reliable as companions.
"You certainly don't look like a hatchling," Valerie complimented, putting her hands out so he could slither onto her. Honestly, the spattering of scales upon his bones was beautiful. Val found the scales of Lamia to be incredibly pretty. If they didn't turn to dust when they came off, she would be tempted to collect them. "But your scales are really pretty! Currant would love you, he'd think you were a little gem."
Marmalade found Keith to be a little strange, for a Chain, but he figured that they couldn't go out into the woods from their center. It was the part he loved about his territory, there were so many huge trees he could climb and bask on. Plus, the rock that Sangria often showed off on when Valerie was taking a break from work. In fact, all the Lamia around here were pretty immaculate. He didn't see any signs of scars or any hints of lacking care.
"val drove us here," Marmalade shrugged. "we're a coupla states away, middle a nowhere. my home center was in a big city."
*
Trousle let out a breathy attempt at a "Nyeh", huffing. "That's not my fault! I was born small! I'm a good size for a Papython bitty too!" Though sometimes he did feel a little out of place with most of the DnD group being full-sized, but being small just meant he had more things to look at and slither into! More to explore, and a lot of puzzles just getting around!
Piper enthusiastically wound his way on there, letting out little chittering purrs as he accepted the compliments. "Thank you! You've got pretty too!" He was idly playing with the fabric of her clothing, but his eyes were on her hair. A stray strand caught his eyes and he zoomed up, pouncing for it and squeaking as he overshot, grabbing onto the back of Val's clothes as he fell. "I'm 'kay!" He said, little claws helping him climb up to her neck. With a little purr, he settled in against the warmth. "Smells nice."
Keith was gently stroking Trousle while watching Marmalade, curious about this other Chain. "Really? Huh... you're from far out, ain't ya? I haven't gotten around much myself. What can I say, I'm a bit lazy." That was a lie, partially. Part of him wouldn't mind getting out and about more often, see more of the outside, more of the world. He was old enough that he was pretty sure Nikolai could get some stuff sorted for him if he asked, but leaving would mean not living with Hux anymore, almost certainly. Hux didn't exactly want a human, and he seemed perpetually peeved at Alex...
"How'd you two meet anyways? I mean, like... How do you know?" He'd assumed he'd known, but Alex never said anything, so maybe he was just getting desperate. Could it work that way? Nikolai had assured him it couldn't, but he was too nervous to bring it up. What if she was avoiding it for a reason? "Ya seem pretty happy."
"Keith hasn't found his human yet," Trousle said.
Keith looked to the side, unwilling to dump his anxieties on the little guy. He wasn't leaving. Period. No reason to worry him.
*
"jus' kiddin', kid," Marmalade laughed. It had been a few months since he'd last been around a Papython, his home center had a high turnover rate for them, and those that were old enough to go tended to get adopted faster than he could learn about them. There was nothing wrong with Trousle, if you asked Marmalade, and he would have liked to talk more with the little guy. But Marmalade was a stranger to these Lamia and he didn't want to cause any fights by climbing into a tree with the Lamia here. "yer decent size. bigger than lapis at home."
Heaven. This must have been heaven. Valerie was very used to having a Lamia slithering on her, Lapis did it all the time, so she wasn't phased in the slightest by the little Pygmy darting around. She laughed as he zoomed, looking over her shoulder and putting a hand under where he was dangling. Affection filled her at his little compliments, her fingers gentle when she rubbed his little skull. "Thank you, sweetie."
Marmalade glanced over to Valerie, blinking as she cuddled with the small Pygmy. He could feel the waves of affection that were rolling off her soul in gentle waves. It wouldn't have surprised him if every Chain around could feel how much she adored the little guy. Well, he should have known she wouldn't be able to resist.
"you'd get along well with Currant then," Marmalade said, studying Keith carefully. Huh, a Chain that just... didn't know how to tell who his human was? At least Marmalade was used to offering advice, usually to his housemates. "she came in for a coral bitty, originally. an i jus' knew she was mine. soon as i saw her. she knew i was hers right after i bonded with her. val's more in touch with her soul now."
He looked at Val, the happy smile on her face as she pet the small Pygmy. "she's the best thing that happened to me. A real gentle soul, patient too. she even adopted the mamba from my brother clutch."
*
Trousle grinned, typing away. "Yes! And thank you! You seem good-sized yourself! I guess I'm just not used to being places where things aren't all bitty-sized. Well, other than the DnD table! And the humans. Humans tend to be human-sizedfor lamia, though children of course are smaller." All was forgiven, just like that. "It's good to meet you! Have I introduced myself? I'm Trousle! That little one is Piper, and this is Keith."
"You're welcome!" Piper chirped. He grabbed at one of her fingers, holding it to him to nuzzle against it. A few of his loose scales flaked off which was met with little sighs of relief - those had been itchy! "Like you! You like games? One time I got to be a dragon! I was the boss! Rawr!" He tries to roar, but it's squeaky and he devolves into giggles.
"Oh geez, that was sure an interesting session," Keith said, laughing at the memories. It was an absolute mess and it was amazing. "We let him join a DnD game once, he was my little Co-Dm."
"Mm hmm! I was the Boss!"
"He was also the dragon they fought... And the trickster god that our cleric summoned. Who immediately attacked his own follower."
"Was a mouse!"
"That it was." Alex had been playing a Mousefolk cleric and used a mouse toy as a token, so really that was almost set up that way, and it was hysterical.
Keith turned back to Marmalade, "I run a DnD game afterhours for some of my friends. Alex is a new girl, or was I guess? She's been visiting a while, seems pretty nice. Brought us Peanut butter and chocolate no-bake cookies, and wasn't gonna say no to that!"
"They were delicious!" Trousle said. "Liam tried to say he brought them, but he'd just stolen them! Nyeh! He's so silly!"
"He got caught pretty fast. But yeah," Keith said. "She, uh... seems nice. Like, real nice. But I don't think she thinks I'm anything special. Other than a good DM of course, and hey, what else can a nerd ask for?" He was hesitant to outright say it.
Sure, most of his friends were technically special needs in one way or another, but those were just surface level, right? Having a faulty soul-bond meant something was deeply wrong with him, not to mention he hadn't even tried until then.
Keith was idly clawing at the bark, muscles tensing and untensing as he slowly swung there, filling moments where he wasn't talking by humming the same few bars of a song.
If he was going to tell someone, maybe it ought to be them? Marmalade didn't ask for that though, and that's a lot to put on someone. But who else could get it and not have it get back to Hux? Nikolai had enough to deal with...
Nah, he was being silly. Might as well just enjoy the sunshine, if he could. "I'd offer to show you around, but I don't know the place much better. Plus it looks like part of the park is under attack by geese."
In the distance, Nikolai was trying to get some of the younger Mambas to leave the fucking geese alone while Liam tried to scare the geese into leaving the mamba alone. Oozy was making puns about this "fowl situation" while watching and being generally unhelpful.
*
Well, Trousle certainly made it obvious why Papythons were so popular. His temperament was excellent and things just seemed to roll right off his scales. It was a shame that Marmalade had never really connected with any Papythons when he'd been at the center still because they seemed like he would have gotten along great with them. "nyeh heh, thanks kid."
"Oh stars," Val squeaked, delighted beyond measure. She also took immediate note of his relief when several scales flaked away, revealing pristine blue beneath, and she gave soft scratches to areas that looked like they were ready to come away. "Oh, sweetheart, I love games! I bet you were the biggest, best dragon around!"
She feigned a shocked gasp at his attempt at a roar, grinning down at the little guy. Her heart was gone, he'd stolen it. All of these Lamia were adorable. As much of her attention as Piper had stolen, Val still didn't ignore Keith and Trousle. They were good with Piper, harnessing the chaotic energy of a young Pygmy.
"Every Lamia is special," Val refuted, cuddling Piper closer to her neck. "Maybe you should talk to Alex?"
Marmalade nodded along, giving Keith a curious look. He didn't know what DnD was but he knew about the soul and the bonds that Chains forged with their humans. Keith seemed awfully curious and cautious when it came to those bonds.
"you think you got the wrong human?" was Marmalade's astute observation.
"Oh!" Val perked, wide eyes turning to Keith. "You wanna stay with your friends, don't you? But you want a human too, maybe?"
Inevitably, her gaze was drawn towards the honking of geese. Not a sight that was common at home but nothing she had never seen before, either. It was certainly lively over at that side of the park!
*
Trousle nodded, “No problem!” He paused and typed more, tongue flicking as he did. “What’s it like where you guys are from? Do they have Papython there too?”
Piper was purring, rubbing against her hand both out of affection and in eagerness to shed some of his scales. He had stars in his eyes as he looked up to her. “Yeah! I love games too! I’m a great dragon! Mweheheh!” I dun hurt you though is ‘kay.” He gave her a little pat of reassurance. “Can only hurt the tokens. But I win good!” Piper made happy purrs and chitters, enjoying the warmth and affection. This was so exciting!!! “I special! You too!”
Keith couldn’t stay buried in his thoughts with that happening. A grin split his face. “Heh, hope you were looking to adopt.”
A twinge of jealousy rose up in Trousle’s soul, bitter and venomous, but he took a deep breath and swallowed it with a smile. He’d find someone one day. It wasn’t fair to hold it against Piper. Besides, he wanted to live closer to his friends anyway. “You can talk to Nikolai when he’s done with the geese if you’re thinking of taking him home! He practically owns the place. He’s the King.”
“Don’t let the fangs fool you. He’s basically a mom,” Keith said. “Gotta love him… Heh. You might get along, or else I need to get better at hiding things. Am I that obvious?”
Trousle looked up at him. “Alex is yours then?” He hadn’t known but wasn’t surprised either.
“I don’t know,” Keith said honestly, shrugging. “Thought I felt something, still do, but she hasn’t said anything, so I ain’t gonna force it. Besides, I’d rather keep hanging with y’all.”
“I appreciate it, but don’t stay just for my sake! You’ve been here longer than me! If you think you’d be happy with her…” Then he’d say goodbye.
“Ain’t my call anyways lil dude, but thanks,” Keith said. He turned back to the others. “I might just live here long as they’ll have the gang and me. Made peace with it a good while ago.”
*
This time it was Valerie who answered Trousle, happy to soothe the Papython that there was someone out there who would love him and take him home. "Oh, I see Papythons everywhere when I go into town! Everyone loves a Papython. You guys are super helpful."
She was quickly distracted by Piper once again, enthralled by how adorable he was. The point of coming here hadn't been to adopt but she wasn't going to rule it out, not when faced with a Lamia this adorable. Valerie had always assumed Pygmy were too energetic for her but Piper was just perfect. The right amount of energetic and sweet, with a little bit of snuggle tossed in. "A precious dragon," she beamed, "Oh, Admiral and Sangria would love you!"
Valerie laughed at Keith, keeping Piper close to her. "I'm not opposed! I have plenty of space at home... and toys. And I already have the perfect little bandana that would look just adorable on him."
"course ya do," Marmalade huffed, amused. "ya got a lil' bit o' everythin' at home."
"That I do!" Val agreed, smiling at Keith and Trousle. "I even brought a couple things to give out, if you want something Trousle. I think you'd look really cool in this little red scarf I bought. None of the Papythons at the other center were the right size for it."
"don' let val think she'd get along with a king," was the mumbled warning from Marmalade, his gaze mischievous. "she debated on a king or a mamba once. still don' know if she won' bring home a king some day."
Her answering laugh was completely unapologetic.
"Gotta say, Keith, if you feel like she's yours then she probably is. There's a lot of reasons a human wouldn't react. Maybe she doesn't have the space for you and all your friends but she doesn't wanna separate you?"
"don' count yourself stuck, keith. even if ya don' live with her she's still yours. an you're hers."
*
Trousle beams, puffing out his little chest as much as he can and showing off his scales. He's a bit too busy posing to type right now, but his grin is practically splitting his face. He nods enthusiastically at the idea of a little scarf. Wouldn’t he just look great?! Even greater than now, he wasn’t sure it was even possible!
Keith smiles down at him. "Yer pretty cool, y'know? Can't believe you haven't been scooped up yet. But hey, this way I get to keep ya. Wouldn't be the same without such a cool guy at the gaming table."
Trousle's face was bright orange. He attempted to hide it behind his hands, flustered, but he kept moving his hands to peek out.
Piper purred, too enthralled by Val to pay much attention to Keith and Trousle. "Yeah! 'm the best dragon. They love! And I love! Where they?" He looked over at Marmalade, squinting as he tried to figure out which one he'd be. "Sangria?"
Keith chuckled, "That's Marmalade." With so much happening, he didn't blame Piper for missing a few details.
"No. Sangria."
"That's not how that works...“ Trousle said.
"Sangria," Piper insisted, crossing his arms. Guess Marmalade's been renamed now, sorry dude. "Gonna play toys with Sangria! Mweheheheh! Toys toys toys! Yes yes yes!" He tightened around her neck - not nearly enough to hurt - in enthusiastic cuddles.
"He really likes you!" Trousle said. Feeling a bit bolder, he started winding his way down towards her and Marmalade too. Keith helped by stretching his arm out towards her for him. Dude wants cuddles too it seems like.
Keith's soul ached at the thought of Trousle leaving too, but Val seemed nice, and it sounded like he wouldn't be low on company. It was a bit early to call though. "I hope ya'll're right. I mean, she keeps coming back, so hey, that's a good sign! Just don't wanna come on too strong, y'know?" He turned to look over at the goose situation. Some park administrators had managed to catch and contain most of them, but Liam had the tell-tale sign of a successful hunt around his fangs. Good for him. Nikolai had redirected the younger Mambas towards something less destructive: showing off for humans with posing and play-fights. "If ya wanna keep the kiddo, you can talk to Nikolai or Maia, the old lady. She owns the place, but Nikolai's been keeping it running the last year or two. She's getting too old fer it."
*
Oh. Oh no. Trousle was adorable too and Val felt awful knowing she would gladly take him home too, away from his friends and so far from what he'd known that he might never be able to visit when they had their sessions. But Keith brought up a good point... why hadn't Trousle been snatched up yet? He was a sweet Papython, perfectly sized for apartment living but also the right size that he could help out around if he wanted.
Her attention was taken by Piper once again, cooing at just how sweet he was. Her poor heart couldn't handle all that adorableness. If she combined him with Admiral... Val would probably collapse from the combined cute of two Pygmy, even if they were different sizes. Her face actually hurt from how much she was smiling.
"I only brought Marmalade and Currant with me, Piper," she gently told him, grinning at Marmalade with waggling brows. "Sangria is my big Mamba, he's protecting the territory and making sure Admiral doesn't get lonely. But Sangria is so awesome I'm sure Marmalade doesn't mind."
Marmalade narrowed his eyes at her but it lacked any real heat. Sangria was a Mamba that defied his species, a far more tolerant creature that was essentially the den mother of all Lamia Valerie had at home. It wouldn't surprise any of them if Sangria was cuddled up, beyond exhausted dealing with Admiral and Lapis, when they got home. Val was good for them, he was somewhat surprised she didn't have a whole hoard of Mamba roaming around.
"I really like him too," Valerie told Trousle, offering a hand so he could join Piper on her. Papython cuddles were the best. And she'd only ever cuddled a few full-size ones! As much as she would have loved to take him home too, Valerie didn't feel like Trousle was destined to stay with her. Someone out there would adopt them all together, she could feel it. But she would never deny a Lamia some cuddles. "I should go get Currant, though. Don't want my grumpy boy to laze away in the car. It's about time to exercise, anyway."
"she probably feels somethin'," Marmalade shrugged. "i bonded with val as soon as i saw her. didn' wait a second."
"It's true," she laughed. "I walked in for a grumpy Coral and wham! Soulbonded to a Chain within minutes. I can kinda feel all my boys, now."
Valerie trailed off, not knowing how to ask Keith if he wanted to go to the car with her so she could get Currant and the things she could give to other Lamia. Marmalade saved her from having to ask, aware of her on a level deeper than anything she'd thought to have.
"wanna come with us to the car, keith? val wants to grab some stuff and trousle an piper are safest if she holds 'em. you can meet currant."
*
Piper nodded, "Mamba can be mean, but can be nice! Some go hiss, but others like hugs. Like Cobalt!" Cobalt was hatched around the same time. The little mamba could be protective sometimes, especially when some of the meaner mamba or corals teased him about his weird bone-scales. (The fact that Piper was quick to give affection and fawn over him miiiight've helped). "Can I meat Cur-Currant... Curry! Curry!"
Trousle slithered up Val's arm and draped himself across her in one big cuddle, clicking softly in a muted purr.
Keith smiled down at Val, she had such a way with the kiddos. If she ever needed a job, she could probably work here, provided she didn't try to adopt the entire store. And knowing that Alex might know something, well... Maybe he should have a chat with her. Lost in thought, he stretched himself out wordlessly in answer, winding down and placing himself next to Marmalade, ready to go meet Currant. Hopefully he'd be nice to Trousle, or they'd have a problem.
*
"Sangria is nice," Val assured Piper, knowing it was true. He could bluster and yell insults as much as he wanted but he was the first to investigate any noise, the first to take the others outside without her asking, and she had woke up on a few occasions to already thawing food for her boys. Piper would be adored at her house, she had no doubt. "We're going to meet Currant."
Marmalade was shamelessly snickering over Piper's nickname for the Coral, slithering along as she walked towards the van. It was a dirty thing, big enough to transport her collection of Lamia and the large amount of groceries she got monthly. Some curious Lamia had slithered close, likely to scent the new smells she'd brought around, and Currant could be seen in the front seat. His face was barely visible over the door, just eyes and the dome of his skull. Well, what wasn't covered by the blanket he'd been snuggled in. His deep red eye lights enlarged when he spotted Val.
Before they even got to the van, Currant was bolting out and winding around her legs. Val laughed, petting Trousle and Piper while Currant made himself at home around her ankles and knees. He shamelessly slithered up her legs and wrapped around her torso, clinging in the way he was used to. The fact she had other Lamia didn't bother him in the slightest. His purrs were deep and happy, gloved phalanges kneading in her shirt and sneakily petting Trousle and Piper.
"And this is Currant," she told Keith, completely wrapped in Lamia but loving it. Her current situation was nothing out of the ordinary, after all. "He's still a little anxious but he's such a sweet little gem!"
"spoiled, ya mean."
"jealous?" Currant grinned, both golden fangs on full display. "sup. 'm currant."
*
Safely riding on a human, Trousle looked around, trying to take in all he could of the big, wide world. And it was definitely big! It was hard to imagine that even this much existed! It was all so exciting! His tongue was flicking in and out, trying to catch every taste he could. Instinctively, he hissed when Currant moved so fast, rearing back, but let out little huffs as he laughed it off. His "voice" came from Keith's pocket as he said, "You startled me!"
Keith similarly had tensed up, not expecting the other to dart out like that, but relaxed just as quickly seeing Val react so well. "Aaaaw. Heh, he really likes ya. Man, he's a world different than Hux. Good to meet ya dude, I'm Keith."
"I'm Trousle! Er, I'm the Papython." Trousle said, leaning his head up to let Currant scratch some of his favorite spots.
"Oooooh! Curry! Curry's a Coral!" Piper gasped. He was partly hiding behind Val's neck, hoping that this Coral at least wouldn't make fun of him. Not that every single Coral did, but it was mostly corals. Still, he was getting pets, so maybe this one was a nicer one? His eyes closed as he let out happy little chirps, occasionally play-nipping at Currant's fingers.
Keith was just internally cooing. "Ya'll too dang cute. How dare. Geez..."
One of the local Cornies was trying to slither into Val's car, seeing a nice blanket and a warm, sunny nap spot, and a random Honeybo was trying to see if he could sneak stickers onto Currant's clothes.
*
Confined as she was beneath coils, Val couldn't do anything about the other Lamia clustering around. She made a careful mental note about the Corny but didn't attempt to prevent him from sleeping in the blanket pile, Lapis did just that. Before she left she would do a sweep of the van, to make sure she didn't have any tagalongs. Currant was well adjusted, careful work done to make sure he knew how to articulate and that he could always hide if it became too much for him. He was a far cry from the grumpy boy she'd brought home.
"sorry," Currant muttered, butting his nose against Trousle's back. "oh man, val! lapis woulda loved this."
"He would!" she chirped. "All the bitty Papython from his brother clutch got adopted out so I couldn't get one. He would love to have a Papy that would pester him awake, I just know it."
"maybe we can bring 'im next time," Marmalade shrugged. "make a day o' it. let everyone meet everyone."
"it'd be chaos," Currant deadpanned. "imagine sangria bein' around all these mamba? his tail is a lot nicer."
Well, Valerie didn't want to say that but she hadn't seen another Mamba with the same level of iridescence that Sangria had. Currant was drawn to Piper, the little Pygmy hidden from sight until a nip finally registered. Val mentally counted down, smirking with the knowledge that Piper looked like a true prize. Bright blue, even where his scales needed to shed, and so unique that Currant's eye lights swelled huge. He loved pretty, unique things.
"yer scales are pretty," he wheezed, shimmying closer to Piper. His instincts told him Piper was still young and he needed to shed those itchy, dull scales. So Currant just... gave a little lick. Val likened it to a mother cat bathing her young and it was adorable.
"Aren't they just the prettiest!" Val agreed. "All the others must be so jealous of such a handsome boy like Piper!"
*
Keith was helping that one Honeybo sneak stickers onto Currant. He was gonna be covered in glittery smiley faces and hearts by the time the conversation was over at this rate. Naturally, Keith regrets nothing about this... Okay, maybe he has one regret, but that's that they're stickering Currant like this and not Hux. It'd be hysterical seeing him turn red as he realized what had happened.
Trousle gives him a few little scratches in appreciation. "I might consider it! I'm just not sure about living so far away. Though I'd love to have a person! And it seems like you have quite the troupe!" If it weren't for the distance, he'd be on this faster than Liam was on a bowl of sour candies. "I'd love to meet him!" It was always nice meeting new friends! Or seeing old friends again, in some cases!
Keith chuckled, "I feel that. I wish I could vouch for Liam, but he can get a bit showy around other Mamba. I mean, and in general, but it's worse around his own. Though given that he was the only one to actually beat a goose, he might have a point." Sometimes Mamba and Kings were rented out for pest control... and occasionally Chains, when the pests in question were snakes.
Piper turned yet another gorgeous shade of blue in the face, partly covering his cheekbones as he squealed and chirped, not really sure what to do with all the sheer happy stuffed into his little body. Kid purred like a kitten as some of the scales peeled off, revealing the vibrant, fresh hues underneath. Shedding was always the worst, but also such a relief to get out of his too-small skin.
Keith mentally relaxed. Currant seemed like a pretty cool dude so far. "Dang you're too freaking sweet. Geez. Ya sure you didn't adopt a Papython?"
*
Currant was aware that he was being covered in stickers, this wasn't the first time he'd been on the recieving end of some shenanigans, but he had long since grown used to things like this. Val had taken great care in making sure he was capable of handling whatever could be thrown at him. She wouldn't let anyone tell her that he was too dangerous to go anywhere, his behavior would guarantee he made anyone that called him a menace eat their words. Grooming the young Pygmy was much more his speed, he tended to do the same with Lapis if he caught him in shed.
"Oh, Trousle, I know there's a human out there for all of you," Valerie assured him. She felt a little sad that she couldn't take every Lamia home... but maybe she could volunteer here, sometimes. "I'll bring Lapis next time. Even if I don't take you home you could always message him and be friends that way."
"ooooooh," Marmalade drawled, feeling the need to talk up his brother. "jus' a goose?"
"Marmalade, hush! They don't have a forest around here, not like Liam could hunt foxes like you and Sangria do. But I bet he'd catch one!" She didn't actually know if that was the case because she didn't know which Mamba was Liam but if he was anything like Sangria he would have a high prey drive. She had many hunted stuffed animals that were displayed around her home. "Piper... are you alright with Currant holding you? I'm going to grab some things."
Marmalade huffed, amused at Keith's comments towards Currant. "nah, he's a gremlin. val jus' hates how people talk shit 'bout currant when we go out so she helped him get better adjusted."
Said gremlin was carefully holding Piper, grooming the Pygmy with loud rumbles in his ribcage. Piper had Coral approval. Val opened the back of the van, grabbing a couple of bags that had some gifts she'd brought along. The whole reason she'd come to the park was to give some things to Lamia that didn't have homes. Marmalade took some of the bags while Val plucked a little red scarf out just for Trousle. It was made of a soft material and the shade of red was bright but not eye burning.
"You can have this, Trousle," Val announced, looping it loosely around him. "And you can help me hand out the other stuff! Maybe I have something for each of your friends."
*
Piper nodded, "Mm hmm! Like Curry! Is real nice." He was purring back, mostly letting Currant do his thing and thoroughly enjoying the attention, only squirming to give him better access to some of the scales that needed to come off. "Best Coral!"
Keith also felt the need to defend his own brother's honor, standing up and huffing, "I mean, if he hunted a dog, I think he would've gotten in trouble. People love those things! Also, have ya ever fought a goose? Those things will..." Shit there are children present. "They've got more teeth than we do. Some of which are on their freaking tongues. I have questions for whoever thought up geese, 'cause they're nightmare birds. Dude's pretty dang cool if ya ask me."
"Thank you, I'd love to meet him and see you again! But I'm not sure that anyone would want, well... Us. We're kind of weird, honestly. I mean, I'm mute for starters, and, well... But maybe there's a human that lives here, at least who could take me! Then I could visit a lot, probably! Or I guess I could live with Nikolai, but I think he wants to focus more on Maia right now." Trousle said. His head darted up as he caught a familiar scent. "Oh! Alex is here! Hi!"
Keith's soul skipped a beat as he looked over and saw her. "Howdy. Heh, good to see ya."
"Look! I just got a scarf!" Trousle wound the scarf around himself, arcing himself up to show himself off. The scarf fluttered in the breeze; he had stars in his eyes.
"Oh my gosh! That's so cute!" Alex squealed.
"Right? Heh, this is Val. She's from out of town."
"Oh! Good to meet you! I'm Alex. I'm from in town! Or at least from the suburbs."
Keith got a little closer to Alex, not enough to crowd her, but enough to feel close. "Wasn't sure if ya'd make it honestly."
"I've got Fridays off dude. 'Course I came!"
*
"heh, i like ya too kid," Currant mumbled, taking Piper's directions to heart and moving to a new patch of dull scales. Piper wasn't the first Pygmy that Currant had been around but he was the youngest and he needed to be protected and cared for. He was so invested in his task that he ignored Keith and Marmalade's posturing.
"we've hunted geese before," Marmalade snorted, puffing his chest out. "val don' care what we eat out in the woods. they're bears an stuff out there too."
Not that Sangria or Marmalade had hunted full grown bears but if they had snatched a cub or two from a mother before they ran her off. Well...
"Anyone who judges you for what makes you unique can get punched in the kidney," Val grumbled, momentarily sour over just the thought of anyone thinking ill of Trousle and his friends. "You'll get adopted, I know it. Sweet guy like you? Pfft, you'll find the best human out there."
Valerie was kind of nervous around another person but Alex didn't seem like a very mean person and she had similar taste in what looked adorable on Trousle. Anyone that could enjoy these Lamia as much as Val did wasn't capable of being a bad person. So she gave a little wave, petting Currant's head to soothe her own nerves.
"I'm Valerie," she greeted, tugging on her stretched lobes. "You can call me Val, though. Everyone else does. I was just about to hand out some presents to the Lamia here."
"we're from a few states away," Marmalade supplied. "'m marmalade, the coral is currant.... an it looks like we'll be adopting piper today."
"As soon as I hand out the gifts I'll look for Nikolai."
*
Piper absolutely beamed up at him, making the task of grooming him slightly harder as he insisted on trying to hug and give little nuzzles and licks to Currant's face. He was trilling in joy, already enamored with this big Coral who had decided he was a cute lil guy. Maybe he was going to get adopted! This was so exciting!
"Have ya ever wrestled a burglar? 'Cause I know Liam has. He ain't supposed to kill, so had to hold back on the venom and everything. Dude had a gun." Or, well, a taser, but Liam didn't find that out until after the police had already taken the guy into custody.
Trousle blushes, signing a quick thank you at her and sinking into the warmth.
"Really? That sounds terrifying," Alex said.
"Eh, you know how Liam is. He's a cool dude," Keith said. "Got him before the rest of us even realized we were in danger, he's just that cool."
"Heck yeah," Alex said. She looked at Piper being groomed by Currant and grinned, "Aaaw, they're really getting along, huh? Guess I won't be casting Divine Intervention anymore."
Keith laughed at the memory, "I don't think it ever actually helped."
"It was cute though!" Alex said. "But I'm glad he's getting someone. Little guy seems pretty happy! Trousle too. You thinking of adopting him?" There was a bit of an edge in her voice. She didn't want to admit that maaaaybe she'd been considering the little guy...
Keith swooped in, "Nah. He'd rather stay local."
Relief washed through Alex alongside guilt at being relieved, "Gotcha. Can't say I blame ya. It's nice being near friends, isn't it?"
Trousle nodded. "Maybe we can all get adopted together?"
"I'm sure someone would try!" Alex said. She was keeping a bit of a distance from Currant, which Keith noticed...
"This is Currant. Dude's a sweetheart to lamia and humans alike." He knew that she wasn't oblivious to Hux's opinions, even if she wanted to hang around the rest of them enough to deal with it.
Alex nodded, "Nice. Good to meet ya then!"
*
Currant finally seemed to twig to the fact that there was another person around, turning his large eye lights onto Alex for several moments while Piper nuzzled him. His teeth parted and he could smell her nerves, not an unusual occurence whenever someone happened to be around him. It wasn't even Currant's fault. Coral Lamia were known for their tempers and nobody would look at him and think he was different than his species. He made no move to attack, content to keep hold of Piper like Val wanted him to, but he wasn't instantly friendly either.
He just... stared. Gauging her.
"dude," Marmalade droned, looking incredibly done with the posturing already. "there's a reason Sangria is in charge of watching the house."
Which wasn't a lie. Val didn't often get trespassers on her proprty. Not ones that she was aware of, anyway. But there would always be people up to no good deep in the woods, where they thought nobody would find out what they wanted to do. Sangria and Marmalade had chased off their fair share of would-be burglars and wannabe hermits.
"Yeah, I'm gonna grab this little guy and take him home," Val booped Piper as she said it, enamored with his scales and his squeaks. "I would love to take Trousle, he's a sweetheart don't get me wrong, but I just feel that he's not for me. Ya know? I did wanna bring my Corny, Lapis, to meet him sometime! Maybe Admiral and Sangria too."
"'lo," Currant finally muttered.
"He really is a sweetheart, Alex," Valerie insisted, yanking her phone from her pocket and quickly scanning for pictures. She had plenty of snapshots of Currant and her other boys in various stages of absolute cuteness. Currant sleeping on Sangria's glittering scales, the Coral's blushing face when he got to eat his favorite snack, and the one memorable image she had of him dancing with her. "See? Corals are so sweet. Cute grumpy faces and all!"
"not cute," Currant grumbled.
"Cutest," Val sang, smooching his skull.
*
Keith realized he was going overboard a little and chuckled, “Guess ya got a point. Sorry, just think he’s pretty cool, y’know? Maybe ya’d like to meet him.” His soul twisted in sympathy for Currant. Poor dude… “Corals can be really sweet in general honestly, if ya can get through a layer or two of posturing. Currant seems better about that though.”
Alex grinned at the photos, bouncing a little in place at the cuteness. “Aaaaaw! That’s precious, oh my gosh. My heeeeeart!” She looked over at him, “Mind if I pet you? Sorry. Just not always good with people sometimes…”
Keith gave her a lazy hug from behind her, “Eh, ain’t for everyone.” He’d been around her enough to know that she at least couldn’t get along with Hux. She didn’t mean to, but she tended to rub Hux the wrong way. Though Hux sometimes seemed to be looking for reasons to snap at her. Still, what was he supposed to do? Kick out his soul-bond, or kick out his best friend?
“Yeah, but I just feel bad…”
“Don’t. Hux just ain’t great with humans. Currant is.”
*
Before Marmalade could comment on how it would be cool to meet another Mamba, Val piped up with an affirmative. "We'd love to meet Liam! He sounds super cool."
Currant puffed up at what he took as praise, knowing he was arguably the best Coral around. He still had his days where he tended to want his space but they were few and far between now. The people that wouldn't give him a chance just because he was a Coral were missing out. Alex had calmed down once she'd seen his general cuteness so he offered his head for a pet, making sure to keep Piper safely tucked against his chest.
"Don't feel bad about not getting along with everyone," Valerie tried to soothe. She didn't know Alex very well but she didn't want any awkwardness between their mismatch group. "I worked a lot with Currant. Maybe you won't ever be best friends with Hux but you can learn when he needs his space! It might not seem like a big step but it's something to keep in mind."
Marmalade nodded along, having plenty of experience with all kinds of Corals. Some were sweet and just couldn't communicate what they wanted but there were others that earned their bad reputation. Unfortunately, that bad reputation was more common than the good because they were such a naturally emotionally constipated Lamia.
"here we go..." Marmalade muttered.
"I have some stuff Hux might like," Val confessed. "If he's the type to enjoy a treasure hoard or blankets and stuff. I have a lot of Lamia stuff that none of my boys wanted so it should get put to good use!"
*
Keith grinned, “Oh yeah, he’s cool.” Being a lazy bastard who didn’t want to stop this conversation, he just texted Nikolai to send Liam this way.
Alex stroked Currant’s head, smiling. “You’re really good with these guys, aren’t you? I don’t think I have quite the same knack for it, but I like visiting and stuff! Nikolai lets me in the nursery sometimes and it’s absolutely precious! Baby Lamia are adorable!” She was bouncing on her feet again as she scratched underneath Currant’s chin. Piper was also getting in on the affection, giving Currant little pats and purring.
“He does have a little hoard, I bet he’d enjoy it! He can be kinda prickly though. Don’t take it personally,” Keith said. “He’s just like that.”
A Mamba of about average size came over and cleared his throat to announce his presence, splaying out to show off his scales as he set his head on his hands all sassy-like. “I heard I was called~?” He was keeping his good side towards Val and Currant, not that the hole in his skull was particularly noticeable, he was wearing his fitted mold today. It was a bit hard to make out the tacky substance holding it in place through the layer of bone-colored makeup, but he couldn’t hide that one of his eyes were dark.
Keith slithered over to cover Liam’s bad side out of protective instinct and habit. He was fairly certain there was no sneaking up on the dude anyways - he’d gotten crazy good at feeling vibrations in the ground - but it made them both feel a little better. “This is Liam.”
“Good to meet you~”
*
"I did a lot of research before I decided to adopt," Val admitted, plucking nervously at her sleeves. Currant was basking in the attention he was getting, more tolerant than blatantly loving having someone else patting him. Alex was gentle with her pets so he didn't attempt to pull away. The words coming out of Alex's mouth finally registered and she wished she could have stars in her eyes when she heard about baby Lamia. Her voice was an excited whisper. "Baby Lamia?!"
Marmalade and Currant both rolled their eyes at her glee, knowing that she should never be allowed to see the babies or they would never get her to leave. Valerie already adored bitty sized Lamia but if you added in babies... she would be a goner.
"we got some geodes," Marmalade told Keith. "coupla things that any coral would love to have in their hoard. currant don' collect 'em as much since his hoard got too big to fit 'em all in his nest."
A new arrival pulled Valerie's attention away from talk of babies and she brightened immediately. It might have been biased but she felt like Sangria's scales were a little glossier than Liam's, not that she would tell him that. She didn't react at all to the site of one darkened socket, used to Admiral's darkened socket looking in her direction. Marmalade was careful about how he slithered, not knowing how Liam might react to movement he couldn't see.
"You're a very handsome Mamba, Liam," Val complimented, the words nearly second nature after dealing with Mamba for so long. "The way you hunted was really impressive!"
*
Alex kept scratching, watching her hands instead of looking to Val as she said, “They’re SO CUTE! I’d offer to show you, but Nikolai might try to kill both of us… Keith took me there to meet him and I thought he’d bite my head off, but he apologized afterwards! He’s really protective of them though, like, murderously protective.”
Keith grinned, “Daaaang. He’s gonna love that! And if he’s pissy about it, I’ll gladly take them instead…” Subtle dude. Subtle.
Liam took good care of himself, but he couldn’t stand up to Sangria in size or shine. That said, he would absolutely try to fight Sangria anyways if given the chance.
Liam stood up, hands on his hips and chest puffed out, moving his tail to make his scales glimmer. “Glad to see someone can recognize a hunter around here.” There was still a bit of blood on his teeth where he’d bitten the goose and hadn’t completely managed (or wanted) to lick it away. “Do I smell another mamba on you? You’ve got good taste, but I bet I could take him.”
Keith sighed, “Liam, don’t…”
“I’m just saying!” Liam huffed.
“It’d a sight to see,” Alex said neutrally.
“How big is he anyways? Four foot?” Oh Liam noooooooo… He’s huge sweetheart.
“I maybe should’ve warned ya that he can be competitive with other mambas,” Keith said.
“It’s not my fault they’re all so spoiled.”
“You literally have plush pillows and a heated blanket in your enclosure,” Alex said.
“And I hunted them myself!” Liam said, arms crossed and grinning. “I can take care of myself just fine, unlike those little pipsqueaks. Losing to a goose, hah!”
Keith was realizing he should’ve let Liam cool down more first. He’d just proved superiority over his breed and wasn’t gonna shut up for a while, was he?
*
"Oh, I don't want to make Nikolai angry! I'd ask first, of course." She might not have had any experience with Kings but she knew that anyone who was charged with protecting babies would have their instincts dialed up to max. Add on the fact that some Mamba would gladly eat the babies... she didn't blame Nikolai for getting angry that Alex had been brought around the younger Lamia without him approving it beforehand. Piper was close enough to a baby for her, for now, and that was all she needed if she wanted to be able to leave. "I'd never leave if I saw them now."
"if he don' take 'em he's got awful taste in treasure," Currant grumbled, giving Keith a grumpy look. Yeah, he was onto you buddy.
Now Liam had touched on a weakness of Valerie's. She loved to talk about her boys and Sangria was among the prettiest Lamia she had ever seen. Sure, he had knicks and scars from his tousles in the woods but she still adored how he shined in the light. When Liam mentioned smelling another Mamba on her, well, she lit up. Marmalade chuckled, knowing she was almost as bad as he was for bragging about Sangria. Nevermind the fact that Liam was declaring he could fight a Mamba larger than himself. It would be funny to see them posture at each other.
"Oh, don't worry! Sangria, that's my Mamba, is pretty good around other Lamia so I wouldn't worry." She giggled at the guess at Sangria's size, finding the isea of a Mamba that small to be hilarious. Liam was shorter than Val was tall! "Oh no, Sangria is seven feet long. Or there about!"
"maybe a few inches longer," Marmalade tacked on.
"Maybe," was Valerie's agreement. "Sangria protects the house and the property. I live on a couple of acres of forested land and it would really suck if I had wild animals stalking me when I went outside!"
She may or may not have been teasing Liam, just a little, to see how riled she could get him. Just enough he might show off some more!
*
“Oh definitely,” Alex said. “He probably wouldn’t say yes until he knows you better though.”
“Not gonna lie, that first meeting was me being dumb. Shoulda told him I was bringing her, but still took a few months,” Keith said.
“Oh yeeeeeeah! Nick went HISSSSS!” Piper said. “I was there! Mm hmm!”
“Were you one of the ones curled on him?” Alex asked.
“Mm hmm! Was hiding. Am a sneaky!” Piper said, hands on his hips.
“Ya sure are kiddo,” Liam said, giving the world’s gentlest fistbump to the kid. He moved around a little, getting a look at the car and taking in some of the scents, curious about this new place, aaaaand… “Are these what you were talking about? I might keep them for myself honestly.” Liam had 100% actually stolen the geodes while you were watching him, somehow. He’s the real sneak.
“Liam no,” Keith said, trying to stifle a laugh. “I called them first.”
“Finders keepers~” He held the rocks to his chest, sticking his tongue out at poor Keith. “I bet that Sangria can’t manage that. Maybe he’s bigger, but I could slither circles around him! He wouldn’t even know what hit him! Size isn’t everything, after all.”
Keith couldn’t help himself, “Then why is Nikolai the only one who can tell ya what to do and you listen.”
Even from here, it was plain to see that Nikolai was on the larger end of the spectrum for Kings, a good foot or two larger than even Sangria.
“His bite is worse than his bark, when he chooses. I’m not suicidal,” Liam said. “He’s worse than anything that could possibly be in your woods! Just let me come over one day and I’ll make the whole forest bow to me!”
“Huh, I thought he was playing a Sorcerer, not a Druid,” Alex said.
“… no fireballs irl,” Keith said, secretly a little terrified by sudden mental picture of Liam with fire magic… or a flamethrower.
“Not yet at least!” Liam said, almost certainly unable to actually follow through with that threat. “I just need to trace myself back to a dragon…”
*
"That's fine, I'm probably gonna come back a few more times!" Considering she was looking to take Piper home, she wouldn't deprive him of coming back to visit the place he'd called home for the start of his life. She may have hated interacting with people in large number but being surrounded by Lamia was leagues better than that. It helped that these guys were all hilarious. Valerie had only passing knowledge of DnD so she kept that to herself, lest they assume she was going to be able to come and join their games. Sure, that would have been fun but...she lived too far away and worked too much for it to be consistent.
Currant was slightly wary when Liam got close to Piper, edging back just a hair, but the little Pygmy didn't seem anxious so he kept his hissing to himself. He did end up scooting backwards a little so his tail could coil around Valerie's legs once again. Unlike his first meeting with Sangria, Currant wasn't mesmerized by the sight of Liam's scales.
"Are you sure you want the geodes?" Val asked, biting her cheek to keep from grinning. She wasn't surprised that Liam had managed to grab the geodes, those had been with Marmalade and her Chain was always weak for the wiles of a Mamba. It was a good thing she had kept the Mamba specific treats. "I mean...I was going to give you a bag of candy."
"warheads," Marmalade tittered, knowing her usual bribe when she wanted to convince Sangria to do something. "she woulda got toxic waste but sangria thinks the package is ugly."
"Sorry, Liam, I think Piper is the only dragon here." Val outright laughed, petting Piper along the length of his spine. "Actually confirmed dragon. The best dragon."
All this talk of Kings was making her want one, deep in her mind, but she knew that Sangria wasn't ready for another large and possibly aggressive Lamia.
"But you guys could come over to see the forest, if you want. So long as you had permission to leave."
*
"Bring your Corny next time! He was... Azul?" Trousle said, drawing a blank on the name. He remembered it had to do with blue at least? "I'd love to meet him!"
"And I'll gladly settle it on who'd win," Liam said. "It'll be me, of course, but he can certainly try!" He was internally considering the trade... The geodes were gorgeous, of course, but sour candies. His mouth was already salivating, and catching the scent on his tongue didn't help in the slightest. "I think that'd be a fair trade..." Liam said, keeping his eye trained on the delicious candies while he handed back the geodes. The second they were in his hands, he bolted away a few feet, intent on keeping his prize. Immediately he ripped the bag open, sticking a candy in his black-coated mouth and crunching down on it. He took more time with the next candy, letting it dissolve to savor it, but he kept the pack on his good side, just in case any of the smaller upstarts got any funny ideas...
Piper chirped happily, "Yeah! Yeah yeah! I'm the best dragon! RAAAWR!!!" He pretended to breathe fire, wiggling lightly in place.
"Wouldn't mind getting out a little more. Real trees are way better than fake ones," Keith said.
"I'll decimate it," Liam purred. "I'll ask about it. It'd be nice to get to stretch my tail. Rabbits and geese are nice and all, but I've always wanted to go after a wolf. Or maybe a buck!" They wouldn't just let him loose on the countryside to roam free, or he'd try catching one in the state (plus there were laws and legal issues about it), but if he was temporarily under the jurisdiction of another....
*
"Lapis?" Valerie reminded. It was a point in his favor that Trousle even remmebered that her boys were usually named after colors. Obscure colors were something she took great delight in making into names. "I'll bring him! I would have brought him along this time but he'd have eaten the snacks I brought for the Cornies here."
Although it was looking like Trousle and all his friends were going to be getting everything she'd brought! It was nice to have her presents appreciated. Particularly when Liam made the trade for the candies and she was once more in possession of the geodes. She could see a few Mamba with their tongues flicking, likely already aware of the treats, but Liam seemed intent on keeping them all to himself. Sangria was similar at first, hoarding his sour prize away from anyone else, but now that he was the only one in the house that ate sour candy he was less aggressive about it.
Currant cooed at Piper, nuzzling him. Marmalade made a dramatic attempt at ducking the pretend fire, a hand over his soul and widened eyes. "whoa, kid. watch the fire."
"an then there's the baskin' rock," Currant whispered, giving the coveted rock its due by his hushed tone. "'s right outside val's work window, gets light all the time."
"sangria loves that rock."
"I certainly have a lot of trees," she told Keith. "Caves too, decorated for whenever the boys need some space and wanna sleep outside. And no neighbors so...you could absolutely hunt whatever you wanted, Liam."
Valerie didn't know the particular laws about hunting local wildlife but she'd made sure that her local rangers knew she had Lamia that hunted in her woods. Of course, she also kept plenty of contacts so she could purchase live food if they didn't go hunting.
*
"Yes, him! I'll get it sometime!" Trousle said. "Understandable too! Leave some for Oozy! I think he's in the lake right now."
That Corny who had previously been napping stirred upon hearing that there were snacks for cornies. "Mine?"
Liam was absolutely keeping these all to himself, just as he always did. One of the younger lamia - not quite at their adult height yet - loudly called him out on it... So he sat on him, cackling and putting another candy in his mouth while the smaller one screeched... But there were multiple mamba in one place. There was no stopping the swarm. They'd smelled candies and saw them in the hands of That Jerk, so it was a matter of seconds before they put aside their differences and all decided to tackle and constrict Liam at once. A dozen or so bony hands all scrabbled for the remaining candies as Liam screeched about dishonor, cheating, and betrayal.
Keith was laughing his ass off and being of absolutely no help whatsoever. Alex was trying to hide it, but she was absolutely laughing too.
Piper saw the action happening and tried to wiggle over, not wanting to be left out of this game.
*
"I'll tell him all about you," Valerie promised. She gave a delighted little sound, bringing out the little melonpan she normally reserved for Lapis (and herself, she loved the ones with custard inside). They were a little big for bitty sized Corny Lamia but Lapis had never seemed to care about that and she doubted her little stowaway would. "Here you go, a token of confection that's Corny approved."
Marmalade, Currant, and Valerie all turned to the Mamba shenanigans and none of them attempted to hide their amusement. Looks like the pack had decided to overthrow their ruler when it came to the unfair division of the coveted sour candies. She had expected something like this but Sangria had only been convinced to part with one bag of his favorite, all the other sour things she had were less sour. It didn't make them less sought after among Mamba, or so she'd found, so she set the bag down for perusal.
"careful, kid," Currant said but he didn't hold Piper back for long. A Pygmy that wasn't allowed to zoom could become quite the sassy thing. Despite letting Piper go, Currant stayed close by in case he needed to snatch him away from a bad situation.
"guess we should summon the hoards to get their gifts," Marmalade said. "before we get swarmed like liam."
*
The stowaway very much didn't care! He was a snake, and he'd stuff himself as much as he could! Sometimes. When wanting sweets overcame being lazy at least. Caught up in the treat, he took a minute to notice the pun, but he broke into a grin and started laughing into the treat as he did, falling into a happy, laughing lump. He couldn't even top that! "Like you!"
Liam whined as his rightful treats were stolen from him. He managed to shake some of the mamba off, but it was hard when they were ganging up to beat him! "Not fair!" He could take two, maybe three, but there were at least six!
Piper zoomed over to help tame Liam, making little roars and holding onto his arm, play nipping his clothes. He was being no help whatsoever, but was sure having fun doing it!
Alex nodded, "Oh yeah. I don't wanna get caught in the snake swarm. Or at least not in this way."
*
Honestly, Valerie felt a flood of warmth in her chest at just how happy the Corny was. He made her miss Lapis, knowing her little prankster would have been punning away at her. Lapis was the whole reason she'd gotten so deep into pun hell in the first place. She couldn't resist petting his little head, expression going soft and fond. "Thanks, bud. I like you too."
Currant huffed, sparing a warning glance towards Val so she didn't get any funny ideas. Lapis was already a massive handful when he got into the mood to dish out chaos, they didn't need him to have a partner in crime. Speaking of pranks... Lapis would likely have a lot of chaos to rain upon the inhabitants of this adoption center.
Marmalade took the initiative to wrap the geodes into his coils so they wouldn't be snatched up. The bags had other shiny things that some of the Lamia might enjoy hoarding but the geodes were going to be offered to Hux first. And if Hux didn't want any then Keith would get to take what he wanted, provided Liam didn't get them first. Once they were safely tucked away in his grip, he nodded at Valerie.
"Hey!" she called, hands cupped around her mouth so she could gain the attention of every Lamia around. "I got some presents! Candy, blankets, and anything you might want."
Then...then she braced for the swarm. And oh, what a swarm it was.
*
HOPE YOU WERE PREPARED FOR THE SWARM.
Alex stands a bit away, having fun watching but a little overwhelmed at even the idea of being in the middle of all that... No thanks. Keith cuddles her by the sidelines, content to watch as well. Piper is chirping back at all the lamia, going absolutely nuts trying to catch absolutely everyone. Pygmy or not, he'll definitely need a nap when all this is over. Liam nurses his wounded pride off to the side.
The sheer numbers of the swarm draws over Nikolai, though he hangs back and lets the rest take their picks. He's very well cared for, after all. He just waits until the herd thins to introduce himself. "Good to meet you. I'm Nikolai, vice manager of the company." His eyes dart over to all the happy lamia playing with toys, blankets, snacks, and his soul just absolutely melts. "You've made them quite happy. Thank you. It's good to meet you." He gives a little bow, bringing himself slightly lower than Val's level. Dude's absolutely huge, about twelve and a half foot total, and standing a little over six feet tall.
He'd probably be more intimidating if there weren't a handful of bitty kraits peeking out from his pockets, a mini-corny napping around his neck, a young chain wound around one of his arms, and a full grown honeybo deciding to be a cheeky bastard and flop down right over his tail.
"This would be the local mom-friend," Keith said. "I will say outright, you can't take him home with you. He lives with Maia already."
"That I do. She's having a lovely time really, it's good to see her getting to be out and about like this, and she's having fun seeing everyone else outside too." He spoke warmly of her, body relaxed as he turned to wave at her. She was sitting on a bench with a corny curled up next to her like a scaly house cat.
*
Valerie was completely prepared for the pure chaos. Toys getting snatched up and tossed around, blankets disappearing and reappearing in suspicious lumps, and the steady stream of content sounds that meant the candy and junk food snacks had been well received. She didn't back away when the swarm hit, used to being in the mix of large crowds. Currant was darting after Piper, keeping the Pygmy in his sights, but he lacked the energy to keep up that pace for very long. Marmalade tolerated the small hoard that had decided he made a good perch to get higher.
Nikolai is slightly intimidating by his sheer size but his tone and expression are both incredibly relaxed. It's easy to forget that he could very easily decide to take a bite out of her or drive her off. As much as she would have loved to fawn over him, Valerie kept her interaction with Nikolai friendly and semi profressional. Keith had already mentioned that Nikolai helped Maia so it had been easy to guess that he must already have a home.
"It's nice to meet you, too. I'm Valerie." She can't resist leaning forward to quietly greet the Kraits that she saw peering from Nikolai's pockets. He certainly looked like a mom, with all sorts clamoring over his bulk. "It's my loss but I don't think Sangria is ready for me to bring another large boy home."
Now she found her nerves kicking in, nails lightly scratching at her left wrist until Marmalade grabbed her hand. Their bond pulsed gently with confidence, his soul telling her that she could do this.
"Keith was telling me that I should talk to you about adopting Piper," she finally rushed out. "Sorry. How could I say no to such an adorable guy?"
*
The kraits waved back. Mostly. One got shy and hid his face, he seemed younger than the rest, not used to strangers at all yet.
Nikolai spotted the little one and smiled, “I see you’ve adopted before.” His tongue flicked out, but he couldn’t even hope to pick out what all Val had after that swarm. It was a jumbled mess of tastes that felt so very much like home. “And they look to be getting along well too. It’s always for the best when people bring their Lamia and/or pets, that way we can be sure they’ll get along, but I see we’ll have no issues.”
Piper was trying to keep awake, wanting to be part of the fun, but all the excitement was starting to tire him out. He was wrapped loosely around Currant and yawned, doing that thing kittens do when they try to fight sleep. His head bobbed up and down, eyes fighting to stay open, but sleep was intent to steal him.
Nikolai couldn’t help but coo over it, “Aaaaw. Nyeheheh. I knew Piper wouldn’t be staying too long, but he looks pretty happy, and you seem to know what you’re doing.” He wasn’t willing to completely streamline the process, but honestly? She seemed perfectly ideal, provided… “I will say that he might need a bit of extra care for his scale condition. The scales on his bones might shed more frequently or out of synch with the rest, that’s nothing to be concerned about. Likewise, it’s not unheard of for scale patches to flake off entirely, though the area where it was might be softer and more prone to infection or injury for a day or two. But it’s equally likely he might grow more scales over his bones. The areas where bone and scales meet do get irritated sometimes, especially since dirt likes to get stuck there. Clean it carefully with a q-tip and apply ointment and he’ll be fine.” It was his first priority, after all, yo make sure he was cared for. “We have a spare tube of the cream we’ve been using on him. If you’ll come inside, you can have it for free, my treat.”
He turned to look at the honey-bo half-assedly pretending to be asleep (he had one eye peeked open, looking right at him, and was grinning), rolled his eyes, and gently removed him.
Piper had utterly lost the fight against sleep, completely conked out while snuggled with Currant.
Alex took a picture. How could she not?
*
As adorable as the Kraits were, Val was careful not to overwhelm them with her attention. She didn't want to risk paying one so much attention they got sad if she didn't take them home with her. Besides, Nikolai was talking and it felt more important to hang onto what he was saying.
"Yeah, almost all my boys are adopted from a center but I do have a rescue." Nikolai had a way about him that made her more willing to talk about Admiral than she had before. "My full-size Pygmy, Admiral, was given to me by some kid at a park. His family was using him as a free babysitter and one of the kids cracked his eye open, so his left socket is empty. He's come a long way since then."
Piper's crash came at a perfect time. Currant was also getting tired but far older and capable of resisting passing out after some play. He pet Piper instead, hoping to ease him into sleep easier. Poor guy was likely going to deal with similar crashes for a while once he met Sangria, the Mamba had the most energy out of any Lamia Currant have ever met.
"I figured he would have some special needs," Valerie admitted. She didn't know what the condition was but she had noticed Piper had scales on his bones that seemed itchy but it didn't seem he was in a full shed. The grooming necessary wasn't anything she didn't already do for Sangria, though it would likely take far less time for Piper. "I already have a brush to get dirt from scales, my Mamba insists on being groomed at least twice a week so I have tons of supplies I can use for his scales. I can always message you if I have more questions about how to care for his scales."
Since all the gifts had been handed out she put the bags into the van and closed it up again, grabbing Currant so he could once more settle around her. He was grateful for the reprieve from having to slither after them when he was already tired. If Liam thought Mamba were spoiled he was in for the true spoiled boy of Val's.
Holding onto Currant had the added benefit of allowing her to keep an eye on Piper. "Lead the way."
*
“How many do you have, if I may ask?” Nikolai said. He asked partly out of curiosity, and partly to make sure she wasn’t getting into more than she could handle.
He hissed under his breath heating about Admiral, “Some people… ugh! I won’t say it’s the worst possible idea, I’m technically a service Lamia myself, but I’m certified, an adult, and, well… I’m well aware that I’m bigger than most people. But even then, there’s a difference between that and being a babysitter!” He did his best to keep his anger in check, well aware that he could be terrifying and not wanting to scare Val or anyone currently present. He sighed, trying to let some tension go, “I’m not mad at you of course. I’m mad at those imbeciles! But it sounds like he’s in better hands now. Do you think he’ll be okay having a little one around after that though? I know Piper isn’t exactly a human child, but…” He had to ask these things, of course.
Nikolai let’s her into the shop. It’s mostly empty, but there’s still a person at the cash register. A few Lamia run around the front, bitty and full-sized alike, but the vast majority are outside. A few chirp hellos at Val, some hide, everyone’s got their own thing.
Nikolai motions to let her further in, past a door saying “Full sized area” and then to a supplies closet. He pulls out a tube of cream and a little pamphlet. “Here. I’d had this prepared for whoever might adopt Piper. It gives a basic overview, some good links, and diagrams.” It’s got the name of the condition on it (whatever that is… names are hard) and is smattered with images of Lamia with scales growing over bones. One extreme case, a Krait apparently, had scales covering his full body.
Meanwhile, that Corny was absolutely still napping in the car. He’d moved away from the blankets, finding a shady, safely enclosed spot to sleep off his food-coma: the glove box.
*
"I have five boys, currently," she admitted, knowing it might seem like a lot to the casual asker. "But I work from home so I have plenty of time for all of them and a few more."
She was of a similar mind when it came to what a full-sized should do. One as large as Nikolai could be a service Lamia because he was of a size where he wasn't likely to be taken advantage of my humans. But a Pygmy like Admiral was nowhere near large enough to babysit human children, regardless of how much energy he possessed. She could also understand his concerns of whether or not Admiral would be able to handle having a young Lamia in the house but this was one thing she had tested. "Admiral is fine with all Lamia, even young ones. It's just human children he panics around. Piper already has experience with Liam so seeing Admiral with one blank socket shouldn't startle him."
Currant looked around the center, more at ease since he knew that Valerie wouldn't drop him off here, but wasn't overly concerned with anyone who greeted Val. He rather liked that his human was so coveted by other Lamia but had chosen him instead.
"You take such good care of everyone here," she told Nikolai. "It's no wonder everyone respects you... I'm happy to be good enough for Piper, thank you."
Since she has her arms full, Marmalade takes the tube and pamphlet from Nikolai and puts them carefully into one of his jacket pockets. Valerie will obsess over them later.
"anythin' piper might wanna have when we go?" her Chain asked Nikolai. "he's young so a new place might be scary."
*
Nikolai looked worried at first, but nodded when he heard her situation. “He’ll have company then, that’s good.”
“They live in the woods too, so the bigger, stronger ones have room to hunt,” Keith said.
Nikolai smiled, “Great to hear then. That is one of the downsides of cities, it’s hard to let all of these guys outside as much as they ought to.”
It seemed like she had everything in order then. Admiral would be fine, she had a good track record, Piper seemed to love her and her Lamia already, and even asking for something for him. “I think I know. Give me a minute, I’ve got to go get it.” He slithered off towards the nursery, looking around for one particular toy…
And in the meantime, Hux had caught scent of a human and unfamiliar Lamia. “Heh… Surprised to see you in here. Figured you’d be outside. Like, most of us who ain’t out there are fine staying here y’know.”
Keith bit back a sigh, putting on a lazy smile instead, “And that’d be Hux.”
“Yo,” Hux said. His eyes wandered to Trousle, who was still casually draped on Val, and his soul dropped. He picked up Trousle and stuck Trousle on his own neck instead. “There. Better.”
“I was fine over there too.” Trousle said.
“Yeah, well… Yer with me now.”
*
"Yeah, I have a lot of space." She rushed to assure Nikolai. "Honestly, I think Sangria wants me to have a gaggle of Lamia sometimes. He acts like he hates when I bring someone new around but he's the biggest mom in my house. Piper won't ever be in danger with all my boys, that's a promise."
"she drove kinda far to get us from our center," Marmalade revealed with a shrug. "plenty of stuff to hunt but we got safe havens set up all over the woods. pretty sure at least a couple of wild lamia have taken refuge in our caves too."
The whole situation was exciting. Piper was adorable and he would encourage Currant into being more active without bribery, since it seemed he'd taken an intense liking to the little Pygmy. Currant's coils tightened around Valerie's waist, his sockets narrowing at the arrival of another fucking Coral. He wasn't threatened, Val didn't seem to notice Hux was there yet, but he did make his displeasure known with a single warning hiss.
"Oh!" Val startled, not expecting Trousle to be suddenly taken off her. She smiled at Hux, figuring he was treating her to the grumpiness she'd heard he was known for. "No, I'm not adopting anyone from inside! I was just getting some stuff for Piper, I'll be taking him home."
Currant narrowed his eyes even further, almost closing his sockets, and carefully situated Piper within his jacket so Hux couldn't grab him too. Marmalade rolled his eye lights towards Hux, keeping an eye on the situation in case he neeeded to diffuse any tension.
"Do you like Trousle's new scarf?" Val asked, turning to give Hux more attention while she adjusted her grip on Currant. "I had gifts for everyone. Liam almost took yours."
*
Nikolai couldn’t help grinning when he heard that. It sounded like a perfect environment with enough hunting Lamia to keep little and lazy ones safe.
Hux just laughed at Currant’s hiss. “I promise, I ain’t here to steal your bitch. You can keep her.” He was hesitant to take his eyes off the bunch, not sure how to feel about strange Lamia in his home, so he compromised and brought Trousle up to look at him. “Looks good on ya, Trus. Compliments your scales.”
Trousle beamed, hiking himself up to show off, throwing the scarf behind him like he was in a beauty commercial and it was long, flowing hair.
“Nice.” His pride wanted to not accept gifts… but his desire to hoard things won out. “That sounds like Liam alright. He calls himself a hunter, but pretty sure he’s just a fucking thief. Slick fucking bastard, thinking he’s the shit.” He lowered to a mumble as a dusting of red started to glow from his cheeks, “Just ‘cause he’s strong and could kill me with those fangs - thinks he’s so great. I’ll shove it down his throat sometime, but he’d probably just laugh and push me down. Fuckin…”
Keith was not the least bit oblivious to Hux’s crush, but chose not to comment on it… with other people there. In private, he’d gladly tease him mercilessly.
… okay, maaaaybe Keith couldn’t resist. “Dude fought through a flock of geese. Actually caught one or two. You should’ve seen it.”
“Of course he did!” Pause. “Did he save any?”
“Absolutely not, but maybe you can lick the blood off his fangs.”
Hux turned bright red, eyes going huge at the idea, and Keith laughed uproariously.
Desperately wanting to change the subject, Hux yelled out, “OKAY PRESENTS NOW.” But he couldn’t drown out Keith and glared at the traitor. “I hate you.”
*
Ah, now Alex's wariness made plenty of sense. Hux was one of those Lamia that had high defenses up at all times. Valerie wasn't surprised that he seemed particularly against her, either. She was a stranger and if he already didn't like humans then she was doubly on his shit list. It was a good thing she didn't have a burning need for him to like her, and being insulted wasn't new either.
Currant, on the other hand, never liked to hear her be insulted. He wasn't normally a very confrontational Lamia but he would happily throw his weight around if it meant she wasn't sad. His hidden bastard side came out to play the moment he sensed something that he could pick at, the only reason he didn't let loose on a barrage of verbal hatred was because Piper was there.
"hope ya never have kids with that mouth," Currant hissed, cupping a hand around where Piper's head was. Like that would prevent him from waking and hearing the garbage Hux was spouting.
Marmalade didn't understand the teasing. Of course Hux would want to mate with a Mamba, it just made the most sense. Sure, Liam wasn't as great as Sangria but a Mamba was a great catch as a bondmate. It likely helped that Liam and Hux were closer in size, any larger of a Mamba and Hux would be pining forever. But there was more important things to worry about, other than what some stranger wanted to mate with.
Hux had insulted Valerie.
At any other time, Marmalade might have let it go. He was a gentle Lamia at his core and Val really disliked when they fought but he was more than capable of defending himself and her. Better Marmalade take care of this than Sangria decide that Hux no longer deserved the pleasure of being alive. Should they ever meet, that is.
"dude," Marmalade deadpanned. His tail coiled around Val, a flash of warning in his gaze. "insult whatever human ya fancy but keep yer opinions on our human to yerself, got it?"
The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife... holy shit. "Anyway!" Valerie blurted, pulling one of the geodes out so Hux could see it. Hopefully nipping any fights in the bud. "I have some geodes. Liam seemed to think they were pretty and I'm sure that he would love whatever you didn't want."
Please, she mentally begged. Take them and don't fight.
*
Hux wasn’t so easily dissuaded, at least not from Marmalade. “Wow, geez. Ya don’t have to be so desperate to suck her lady-“
“HUX! CHILD!” Keith knew too well what was probably about to come from Hux’s mouth. “Also that’s just rude!”
Hux huffed. “Right right, whatever. Soul bonds and whatever, who needs that shit! You don’t, right?” He looked up at Keith, grinning in a fakely laid-back way.
Keith stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking away, “Right.” He was lying through his teeth.
“Bros before hoes,” Hux said. “But geez. That weirdo can’t keep her hands off nobody, huh? How do you guys stand that? She tastes like bug spray and dirt.”
Keith sighed, “She works outside.”
“Whatever.”
…
“Do you want the rocks?” Keith said. “No. I know you want the rocks. Are you gonna stop being a butt long enough to take them, or should I keep them forever?” He could take the guy’s vitriol, and he’d rather Hux come at him than the others. That shit could just roll off his scales, and they’d make up when he wasn’t as tense. The others didn’t have that option.
“… yes please,” Hux said, looking aside and blushing. “Oh. And good. I’d be a shit parent, mom or dad. Why have them anyways? Not like they wouldn’t end up being given out… But the rocks will be mine forever!”
*
Valerie usually had no trouble keeping her own vulgarity in check, because she didn't want any of the boys to pick up on her own foul mouth, but Hux was clearly deserving of a brand new title. It was a lot harder to insult her than it was to piss off her boys. Of course he would cause her filter to fly out the window. "Wow. You're a little shit."
Currant huffed, annoyed but amused at the same time. Hux was obviously no threat, likely all talk, so he was easily dismissed. At least by Currant. Marmalade, however, was giving Keith a peculiar look and making no secret of it. It was obvious that nobody else knew about the bond he shared with Alex and he was lying about it. Badly, at that.
Which, fair. Hux clearly didn't like humans for whatever reason and they did live in the same center. But to deny a soulbond... no Chain should ever want to do anything like that. Marmalade cocked his head, staring at Hux now and occasionally shifting his attention to Keith.
"every chain has a soulbond," Currant huffed, not paying attention to Hux but keeping half a mind on the conversation. "even a baby knows that. an unless yer bonded died they're out there."
Probably not the best thing to say but Val hoped to distract Hux with the geodes. Now it was her turn to be a bit of a little shit because he wasn't getting one unless he took it from her. She was likely just as used to hearing nasty comments from someone as Keith was. Hux kind of reminded her of her brothers, thinking that everyone wanted the same things out of life.
"I don't get the craze about having kids either," Val shrugged, waving a geode. "And they're geodes , not rocks. What kind of idiot do you take me for? Rocks can be found anywhere but geodes are rocks with crystals inside."
*
“I ain’t denying it,” he huffed. “Keeps the weirdos away.”
Keith couldn’t meet Marmalade’s eyes. He could guess we’ll enough what the other was thinking. Hiding a soul bond, he must be nuts! But he’s not even sure if it’s legit, not if Alex hasn’t said anything, and she hasn’t made any move to adopt either, so why get Hux all worked up?
“Yeah, well, either the fucker’s dead, or ain’t interested,” Hux said, curling protectively around Keith and hugging him insistently. “We’re lifers, right dude?”
“‘Course we are. Twenty-four years and nothing, why would there be…” Maybe it was just sheer desperation making him drawn to Alex. Maybe the cookies, or the dice. Could you be so wanting that you accidentally faked one with the wrong person just fo have something?
Hux went, “Pffft. A Crystal is a rock. It’s just a good rock. I mean, Great Danes are good dogs, but they’re still dogs. And hey, I ain’t above a rock collection…” He was still coiled around Keith, physically insisting on affection from the other (who, indeed, gave him a hug, stroking his skull) as he kept his eyes on the prize. “What do you say dude? Split ‘em best we can? Look like they come in halves, so I take one half and you the other?” It was like a friendship bracelet, but expensive and actually something they both wanted.
“Ya gotta convince her to give you your half first,” Keith said.
“You said you’d get them otherwise! So just give me half.”
“Eeeeh… I’ll consider it.” He was grinning cheekily, tongue flicking out as he leaned his weight against Hux.
“Rude.”
“I know ya are, I’m just another victim of gravity,” Keith said.
Hux was getting slowly crushed. “Why are you like this.”
“You looooove me.”
“Shut up… but yeah…”
*
Hux wasn't wrong. Being a little shit did keep the weirdos away. That was something Valerie knew from experience. She felt that, had things been different, she might have gotten along with Hux and even liked how blunt he was. The way Hux acted about humans and getting adopted made her wonder why he acted that way. Had something happened or had he just been passed up too many times?
Keith should certainly have been wary of meeting Marmalade's gaze because Marmalade was staring even harder. He doubted that the bond between Keith and Alex was fake, he'd never heard of a Chain that couldn't form that bond, so whatever foolish thoughts Keith was having were likely false. Unless... did Keith just not know anything about soulbonds? Humans didn't always feel it, especially if they were a little more on the dense side.
It would be a miracle if Marmalade kept his mouth shut.... and he just couldn't allow Keith to get away with denying it. "or the human jus' don' know what it feels like. ya can' acknowledge a bond without knowin' it's there."
"A crystal is not a rock," Val denied, already having researched this because Sangria hated rocks being in the house. "Crystals are made up of a highly ordered arrangement of atoms that repeat in a three dimensional pattern, they're closer to minerals."
The dedication Hux had for his friendships was admirable but he was still a little shit and he riled Val's inner sass to maximum levels. She still held the geode aloft, fully prepared to offer them to someone else if Hux continued to resist.
"I mean I guess if you're too chicken to grab one," she hummed, pretending to look around for someone else to give it to. "I can always find another Lamia that might want a geode."
"snrk!"
Trust Currant to recognize her game, she'd played it with him often enough.
*
“I guess?” Keith said. “Some people can have trouble with they stuff I guess…”
Trousle looked at Keith, unamused, “It’s not like it’ll change everything. You’re not a slave to it, you know.”
“Really? ‘Cause, uh… honestly, I don’t know how you guys do it,” Hux said, looking at Marmalade, “Or even why. Someone hijacks your soul and makes you feel shit, so you get closer and make it worse. Why deal with that? Why not just run and hope it goes away? ‘Cause it sounds like some kinda fucked up brainwashing to me.”
Keith kept his mouth shut. In the past he’d agreed with Hux to some extent, but now he wasn’t sure… Was that proof that Hux was wrong though, or that he was right and Keith was just falling victim to it?
While Keith was distracted, Hux tried to slither out from under him to grab the geodes, but Keith still had the presence of mind to flop down even harder, quietly delighting in the noises of rage even through his thoughts.
Nikolai finally walked back in - making Hux stiffen up because he was absolutely caught being a dick again - with a light blue teddy bear that looked like it’d been through its paces. The scent of home was soaked into it, and he’d noticed that Piper especially tended to like it. “Here. He likes curling around it when he’s tired or not feeling the best.” He’d gotten oddly protective of the toy at times, fending off those who’d try to hunt it. Best he could tell, he was trying to mimic Cobalt - the little mamba who defended him from teasing - but with Mr. Bluebeary.
“Now then, what exactly’s happening here?” Nikolai followed up.
“Keith’s crushing meeeeee,” Hux whined, making grabby hands for the geodes while trying to wiggle out. Maybe he could get sympathy?
“Hux is being rude.” Trousle said.
Nikolai was not remotely surprised. “Hux. Don’t be a jerk. Especially not if you’re the one seeking out the people!”
“I didn’t!”
“Why are you in the supplies closet then?”
“…”
Nikolai sighed. “Sorry about him. Are you all alright?”
*
"'s nothin' like brainwashin'," Marmalade said, a slight hiss in his tone. The very idea that he would be forced into a bond was insulting to everything that he was. It clearly showed that none of them understood the bond at all. If Keith did, he wasn't showing it. "the human has nothin' to do with the bond. 's all in the chain. we feel the bond an we decide if we forge it or not. 's a matter of feelin' complete, havin' someone that understands."
Trying to explain how right a completed bond felt was not dissimilar to attempting to explain astrophysics to a toddler. Marmalade's gaze was inevitably drawn to his bonded human, the one who had calmed his doubts and made him feel like he had worth beyond his species. He hadn't thought he would ever get a human either but Marmalade had known as soon as she walked in that she was his and that made her perfect.
"yer bonded fills a void you didn' know you had," he settled on. "but tha's not all they do. 's different for every chain. you jus'... you know tha' the human is fer you and that you would make their world brighter."
It was in no way accurate for what the bond was, any Chain would know that, but the soulbond wasn't so easily defined by one Lamia. What the bond meant to Marmalade would likely not be what it meant to Keith, or any other Lamia.
"Aw," Val cooed, tucking the bear into Currant's jacket so Piper could cuddle it in his sleep. "Thank you, Nikolai."
As much of a shithead as Hux was being, he still didn't deserve to be punished for caring about his friends and not wanting to be alone. So Valerie allowed him to try and hide his blunder, even if it didn't work, and didn't even try to hide her snicker. Hux may have been an asshole but he wasn't a complete lost cause.
"Clearly he wanted the geodes he must have smelled," Val countered. She was giving Hux an out, giving him a way so he didn't have to seem like he'd sought out a human and had just been drawn by presents. She did take pity on his woes and gently laid the geodes into his hands, a collection of them ranging in color and size. "He's quite the character, Nikolai. An absolute little shit."
"snrk!!"
"val," Marmalade laughed.
"I'm fine," she beamed. "Honestly, Hux may be a little shit but Keith seemed to have him well in coils."
*
Piper subconsciously coiled around Mr. Bluebeary in his sleep (apparently just absolutely exhausted since he slept through this), letting out a sleepy purr.
Keith should theoretically know better, and Nikolai and other Chain have told him better, but… Well, after all those years without one, all those years of him and Hux living together, all those years of watching others leave and clinging to those who’d probably stay…
It hurt less to convince himself that it was brainwashing. Hurt less to say he didn’t need one. Hurt less to pretend to pity those who went off happily with their bond mates instead of being jealous…
And then he found one, and she’s actually pretty sweet and fun and just a bit of a weirdo, just like them. Then he started looking forward to her coming. But the old thoughts still haunted his mind, saying he’d been forced into it, that it wasn’t real, but why not?
Keith kept his mouth shut on the matter.
Hux, thankfully, took the bait this time and decided to keep his mouth shut, instead greedily putting as much of himself as he could over the geodes as he inspected them. “Thanks.” His eyes were starting to go wide like Currant’s as he looked inside, peering at the crystals and the way they shimmered, catching the light. “Changed my mind. I ain’t sharing.” He was absolutely keeping these forever.
Nikolai attempted to stifle his laugh, but a chuckle still slipped through, “An apt description of him.”
“I love you, but yes,” Trousle said. Even he wouldn’t deny it.
“Eh… He’s my buddy,” Keith said. “Just a bit prickly.” He captured Hux further in a big hug. Only Hux’s head was sticking out now, the rest trapped under Keith. “Kinda a goober too.”
Hux pressed his face to the floor to hide the rising blush.
*
Currant cooed at Piper, delighted and so enthralled with having a young one to watch over that he didn't care about anything else. Didn't care about anyone else. Marmalade finally allowed the conversation about soulbonds to drop, feeling he had made his point. He peeked closer at Piper, the little guy not having been handed to him, and carefully made sure to take in the Pygmy's scent. Piper would be safer if Marmalade made sure he remembered what he smelled like.
Now Hux was starting to sound like Currant, too. Hoarding the geodes beneath his coils. It was always a little strange to see just how similar different Lamia were within their own species. Yet they were so different too. Hux had finally taken his eyes off her and she didn't feel like he was waiting to take a bite out of her if she moved wrong.
"I've found that the little shits are worth the most," Valerie said, agreeing with Keith. "It's the ones you work with, the friends you make that you have to fight for, that are the best you can have. Hux is one of those lifer friends, isn't he?"
"seems that way," Marmalade muttered, eyeing Hux's position on the ground.
But this was also an experience that Valerie couldn't pass up! She whipped out her phone and snapped a quick picture of Hux, trapped beneath Keith's coils, and sent it off to the boys at home with the caption a little shit being taken in coil with an appropriate amount of giggling. The picture she got in return was.... not a picture at all. Loud laughter spilled from her phone.
"LITTLE SHIT," Sangria wheezed in the video and she saw the grin Lapis directed at the phone camera, along with his typical finger guns.
"Why didn't I think of that?" she whisper-yelled. "A video call with my boys at home... ohmystars I feel like an idiot."
"eh," Marmalade grinned. "val's kinda a goober too."
*
Piper is happily snuggled against his teddy in his new best friend’s pocket with his favorite teddy. That is one blissful bitty bones.
Keith nodded, “Yeah, Hux is a lifer. I ain’t leaving him in to dust for anything or anyone.”
Hux groaned as he realized he was being laughed at, “Just end me now.”
“Nah. You’re trapped in cuddle land,” Keith said lazily, giving him an affectionate squeeze.
“How dare,” Hux said with absolutely no bite, enjoying this but also super embarrassed.
Nikolai chuckled, “These two are quite the pair. Good to hear from you.”
“I’m guessing one of ya is the famed Sangria,” Hux said. “Hey Currant, wanna show ‘em your new lil treasure?” Let the dude show off. It’ll be adorable.
Nikolai had no objections to this. If anything, he was trying to get closer to see Sangria and Lapis’s reactions.
*
Sangria puffed up in the video, gloves hands upon his hips and grin widening at the fact that people knew his name without having to be introduced. Yes, his malevolence was well known to Lamia all over! He didn't quite know how to ask Val how everything was going but things seemed to be going alright. Lapis was giggling, obviously being the one that was holding the phone.
He was hoping that Valerie wasn't bringing any of the full-sized hooligans into his territory, perking at the mention of a treasure.
"Oh, Sangria, he's adorable!" Val was gushing, pointing the camera towards Piper's sleeping face. "Look at him!"
Everyone was treated to the sight of Sangria's eye lights going huge in his sockets, slit pupils expanding into circles that nearly overtook the color. Lapis peeked around the phone so he could see what had caused that reaction. His grin widened.
"IS THAT A CHILD?" Sangria whispered, looking like he wanted to get closer. "ADMIRAL COME LOOK!"
Within seconds there was a cluster of eyes and skulls looking at Piper, a group of cooing Lamia enthused to see him. Well, Valerie hadn't expected this kind of reaction. They had even ignored Nikolai's introduction!
"HI!" Admiral squealed at them, being the first to notice all the others. His darkened socket and scarred cheek momentarily taking up the screen. "Baby?? BABY, BABY, BABY!!"
Aaaand he was off, distantly screeching.
"'pologies," Lapis drawled lazily. Sangria squeaked, demanding he be released so he could speak to everyone. Looks like Admiral was overcome by the zoomies. "mighta gave the kid a lil' too much caffeine."
Caffeine? A caffeinated Pygmy?
That was terrifying!
*
At all the noise, Piper started to stir, eyes peeking open as his mouth opened in a yawn. He started stretching out to wake up, but his coils instead tightened around Mr. Bluebeary. His head bobbed up and down as he fought to wake up, squeaking and chirping, but he lost and drifted back to sleep against his fuzzy little friend.
Nikolai chuckled, giving Piper a little head pat, “He got so excited when he found out about our park week that he didn’t sleep for a few days. Between that and all the excitement of being outside and meeting you, I’m sure he’s exhausted himself.” He then turned to Lapis, “And you. What in the vast reaches of the entire universe possessed you to over caffeinate a Pygmy?”
“Dude. You’re braver than me,” Hux said. “The zoomies would be horrifying.”
“Good luck Sangria,” Keith said, not wishing this fate on any. Well, at least they didn’t over-caffeinate a mamba…
*
The little sounds Piper made as he settled back into sleep were the most adorable thing Valerie had heard in a while and she barely resisted the urge to scoop him up and cuddle him close. He was going to do well with her boys, they'd keep him busy and make sure he was able to sleep through the night. Soon, he would have them all wrapped up in his adorable shenanigans.
"Lapis," she groaned, horrified at the idea of Admiral hyped up on caffeine. "I know you love your pranks but this... I don't see the a peel here."
Lapis beamed, giggling to himself and turning the phone so they could watch Sangria zip around after Admiral. The Pygmy was climbing all over the furniture and babbling too fast at the windows for his words to make any sense. These zoomies were fast-paced and chaotic, Admiral's voice so enthusiastic that Sangria was grinning.
"not brave," Lapis corrected. "jus' need to make sure sangria sleeps tonight. what better way than to have him chase admiral?"
"Its possible Sangria doesn't care," Valerie laughed. "But you had better not caffeinate Piper, Lapis. We don't need two zooming Pygmy."
She had to pause to mentally picture that and it was.... enough to make her nervous. Lapis would absolutely do that to her if he felt like she could handle it and it would be funny.
"thought it'd be funny," the Corny shrugged. "they were both mopin' around."
*
“He’s too young for it right now anyways,” Nikolai said, always the responsible parent. “And keep in mind, at his size, a little caffeine goes a much longer way. I wouldn’t give him anything stronger than white tea and dark chocolate, even as an adult.”
“That sounds like a way to do it though,” Hux said. “And a hilarious way at that! Why deal with mopes when you can watch ‘em zoom?”
“I almost wanna argue against that, but I can’t,” Keith said.
Even Nikolai had to admit, “I suppose that is a strategy…”
*
Valerie turned a mildly horrified look to Hux and Keith, knowing it was already too late to stop the monster they'd created. Lapis was a lazy guy, sure, but when it came to pranks and causing chaos he was the best in the house. And they were fueling his fire by the way he grinned at them.
"jus' make sure nothin' breaks," Currant grumbled with narrowed sockets. "they could go outside."
"a great idea," was Lapis' easygoing reply. "more roomie for the zoomie."
"What have you done?" Val groaned, watching the train wreck happening at her home. Lapis had opened the front door and Admiral was off like a rocket, Sangria hot on his tail. She couldn't help but smile at the way they zipped through the grass and trees, Admiral briefly posing on top of the basking rock with a 'MWEH HEH HEH' that was too cute.
"an when three o' them zoom together..." Marmalade shuddered. "stars..."
*
Nikolai was thinking to himself… partly out loud. “I suppose if Liam gets bored, that’s a way to do it…”
Hux laughed and flashed a devious grin, “I apologize for nothing.”
“I’m guilty as charged,” Keith said. “Agent of chaos, right here. Fear me.”
“Good luck if Piper zooms too,” Hux says. “Kid tried to fight Liam, he might try Sangria too.”
“I am glad they are getting exercise, but there are better ways!” Trousle said, the electronic voice muffled between Hux and Keith. “Like watching Avatar and trying to do the martial arts despite not having legs.”
*
"Oh stars," Val giggled, so horrified by her own imagination that she had ascended beyond groaning. "Imagine if someone caffeinated all the Mamba and Pygmy, though. It'd be an apocalypse!"
Now that she had said it aloud, Valerie felt like she might have just put pure chaos into the center's future. The only benefit she could find was that caffeine didn't last forever and the Lamia would crash pretty quickly.
"eh, sangria likes a challenger on occasion," Marmalade said with a snicker. "an piper 's already a dragon so sangria 'll be impressed. kid has guts."
"but he's jus' bones."
"Oh, Trousle," Val smiled. "Sweet summer child. My boys are basically feral when it comes to having fun and exercising! Even Lapis, the laziest noodle, has chaotic ways he moves when it's time."
"but val," Lapis cackled, "thought ya liked corny zoomies?"
"you jus' do the worm, though."
*
"Oh stars," Nikolai gasped in sheer horror at the thought. "I'm putting locks on all the coffees and tea. Staff only."
"Noooooooo...." Hux groaned, "I wanted to do it."
"I take no responsibility whether it does or does not happen," Keith said. He wasn't gonna bring the apocalypse, but wouldn't stop it either...
Trousle grinned, "Well then! We should hang out sometime! I bet I could "worm" better than you! Lazybones! Heart. Heart. Heart." He stuck his tongue out, wiggling playfully.
*
"That's probably for the best, really." She shuddered a little, cursing her own imagination with every colorful swear she knew. "Better watch the keys too. If you have any Cornies that are even remotely like Lapis, those keys might get stolen. Or the locks picked."
"or you could convince someone on staff tha' you wanted tea an jus' encourage a Mamba an Pygmy hoard to attack the hiding place," Marmalade said with a grin.
"whose side are you even on?" Currant demanded.
"anarchy," was the deadpan response.
"oh," Lapis peered closer to the phone. "hey there, kid. didn't know a papython was around. cool scarf... the worm ain't exactly a papython move, not cool enough, but it'd be fun."
*
"It's okay, I'm the small one! I understand." Trousle said. "Thank you! Val gave it to me! It looks so great!"
"There's no stopping the apocalypse. Just stock up while you can," Nikolai said.
Hux and Keith were laughing.
"I heard that we're not telling Cornies something?" said a Corny. "Also, pass the water bandages, will ya? Rings got cut on a rock."
"Oozy! My man!" Keith chirped.
Nikolai gave Oozy the bandages.
"Give him a pet, yeah? He likes those," Hux said to Val. The layer of ooze on Oozy was thinner and clearer than usual, water having diluted and washed quite a bit away, but there was still a hard-to-see the layer of slime on him.
Oozy was too wrapped up in what he wasn't supposed to be doing to pay attention to the waterproof wrappings (or Hux) though. "Soooooo... what am I absolutely not supposed to know?"
*
"yeah, she loves to give gifts. can't wait to meet you, kid."
There was no doubt that Valerie would be going to the center to see Trousle and all of them again. Next time it would be a big thing where everyone would go.
This new side to Hux was a far cry better than him being a little shit. It felt more like the real Hux had made an appearance and Keith was right, he was a huge goober.
"anarchy now," Marmalade declared. "didn' want a corny to know someone was plannin' on caffeinatin' the mamba an pygmy to bring about the apocalypse."
"don' forget the lockpickin'," Lapis delighted in tacking on.
But Val wasn't really listening to them. She was looking at Oozy and trying to decide if Hux was playing a trick on her or not. It wasn't typical for her to just reach out and pet a Lamia without asking first but even if Oozy did bite her, he wasn't venomous and the worst that could happen is it would hurt. It wouldn't even be the worst pain.
So Val reached out and pet Oozy on the back of the skull. The resulting mucus on her hand was disgusting but also very interesting to pet and she became far more invested in petting it than was normal. She made a noise of intrigue, reminded of patting mud pies as a kid.
"gross," was Currant's hiss.
*
“I look forward to meeting you too!” Trousle said. “Have you ever played DnD? My friends here and I play a few times a week!”
Oozy’s eyes widened, “That sounds like a disaster…” He was totally saving that idea for when he got bored. “Lock Picking Lawyer is pretty cool. I started watching him on one of my YouTube dives. Heh. Learned a lot about locks.”
Oozy’s eyes were on Val’s handy; he was giddy with anticipation, both for the affection and the almost inevitable gross-out. The dude couldn’t help giggling at the face she made, but would never say no to some friendly pets. He shrugged at Currant, used to it, “Eh, it’s life. Slimy, slimy life. Name’s Oozy, good to meet y’all.”
Hux was also laughing at poor Val for falling for it. Keith mentally gave her props for petting him anyways, even if it might’ve been morbid curiosity.
“Mmm… Geez, this has been a good year with girls for me. Might get spoiled at this rate,” Oozy said, longing to capture her in a cuddle, but he got the feeling that would just gross her out. Ah well, someday maybe.
*
"i've helped val make dnd characters before, when she was feeling like drawing chaos. never played any."
"lapis can pick locks, somehow." And Marmalade was still in awe of that random talent. None of them even knew where he'd picked up that skill from. Val couldn't reliably hide anything from him if he became determined enough to get it.
Currant was staring at Val's hand as she petsOozy. This must have been how people felt when they witnessed a horrible accident, horrified but unable to look away. The more she pet the more interested she became and the most enthusiastic about continuing to pet him. It was gross, yeah, but she was fascinated by the fact he was slimy. Like a frog or a salamander.
"Ohmystars," she breathed, using both hands to pet and probably resembling a kid meeting Santa for the first time. "This is so gross but so cool too! You feel like a salamander, ohmygodwhydidtheynameyouOozywhenyoufeellikethis???"
"oh no..."
*
“I could teach you if you want! Keith DMs.”
“I’m Keith,” Keith says, trying to keep Lapis up to speed, “The one I’m sitting on is Hux. Our King is Nikolai.”
Oozy’s eyes went starry and he splayed himself out for maximum petting. “Right? Heh. We can’t quite figure out why? But it’s a thicker ooze when I ain’t wet… or haven’t been in water recently, I’m always kinda wet. And, well, there have been worse Corny names. We seem to attract them.”
“Poor Spoon,” Nikolai said. “I should get naming guidelines…”
“Still better than Radish,” Hux said.
“I think Radish was a honeybo though,” Keith said.
“Still kinda respect the hastily renamed Mamba ‘Little Tucker.’” Oozy said with a grin, bearing his throat for some neck-scratches.
“Princess Garbage Lamp thankfully had that name changed,” Nikolai said.
“Didn’t YOU start that nickname?”
“In my defense, you weren’t born yet to witness that fiasco.”
*
"that'd be great, kid."
The amount of shenanigans that Lapis could inflict upon them is enough to make Currant and Marmalade giggle like schoolgirls. Lapis is still smiling but they can tell he wishes he was the one getting the pets and attention that Oozy is getting. Val was so excited about something different.
"I named my boys after colors," Val's voice was distracted, the feel of Oozy beneath her hands much more interesting. She itched to take pictures so she could draw this later, knowing it would be a huge boon to her visual library. "Color names are the best."
"val's an artist so she likes to name us after stuff she likes an knows." Currant paused, flushing a little. "she also tends to call us gems."
"the truth comes out," Marmalade teased. "nikolai can't name."
"Does it float in the water?" Valerie asked, moving her petting to Oozy's neck and using her nails to scratch lightly at his prompting. "Like, does it come off you and float? Or does your body absorb it, somehow? Does it have a taste? What does it mean for your scales? Do you shed?"
*
Keith smiled, “That’s adorable actually. Like, it’s freaking precious when someone shares part of what’s special to them with you.”
Nikolai agrees with the sentiment, but is also blushing, “I have many talents. Naming isn’t one of them.”
Oozy purrs deep in his chest, eyes shutting in bliss. “Depends on how thick it’s gotten. Fresher ooze might thin out a little bit, but if I’ve been sleeping in it a while, it’ll probably slough off and dissolve after a while. I’m kinda numb to the taste, but apparently, it’s got a salty and tangy vibe, but gets bitter if it stays there too long. I apparently have really uneven shedding, more like parts of the skin just get really soft until a slight bump tears it off. Usually dusts before it fully leaves the slime. I can’t really feel it when it happens though. From what we can tell, this stuff has ups and downs. Have to be careful about fungi, but I out-ick most other grossness. It seals up any cuts, burns, or whatever I might get and keeps them more or less sterile. Not that I get hurt much…”
*
"prolly also helps that none of us had names," Marmalade added. "the center we came from didn' give us names, we knew who was being talked to without that. Jus' easier to let adopters name us."
"don' think piper will get a different name though," Currant said, finally having enough and slithering off Val. "'s a cute name."
Valerie was far more interested in what Oozy had going on. She wasn't inclined towards science but she was curious about everything new that she found out. It must have been a little inconvenient to be covered in goop but it was fascinating that he knew so much about it. She was almost tempted to taste it just to see but Valerie wasn't that adventurous when it cameto trying new things. His word that it was salty-tangy was more than enough.
"Shame you didn't use the pun," she finally grumbled. "Coulda said something about how you can't become too much of a fun gi... But it's really cool. Like a protective layer, right?"
*
“We tried that, but names stick,” Nikolai says. “It’s almost impossible for them NOT to end up called something.”
Oozy’s eyes went wide and he laughed, “Dude. That’s hissterical. You’re really treating me to a good slime here!” He laughed a little more, then went back to explaining, “Maybe? I won’t say I’m entirely unique, but it’s a super rare condition. Ain’t been many chances to study if, so no one’s fully sure what causes it. I’ve had some science dudes and doctors and stuff come look at me. Nothing bad of course. Pretty sure Nikolai would’ve maimed them if they tried to go mad scientist.
“We’ve got a few theories. Some think that my soul is really stubborn in believing that I’m supposed to be an amphibian, or maybe I had an ancestor or two who were part frog or salamander or something. Others think there’s an issue in magic processing, like maybe my body just doesn’t know to slow down, or maybe something in that whole process is just completely borked. Point is, we ain’t sure. We’ve narrowed out a few possibilities, but don’t know why I do this, how to make it stop, or if that’d even be a good idea.
“But eh… whooze worried ‘bout that anyways?”
*
Oh no, he was a typical Corny all right. Puns, something Valerie had only really started to find funny after getting Lapis, spilling forward so easily she was momentarily stunned. He was slightly better than Lapis was and that feat was impressive enough she would have made sparkle eyes at Oozy if she could.
"Or maybe it's just you being such a slick guy that you can't contain it." She wiggled her eyebrows comically, a wheeze from Marmalade accompanying her words, and wasn't she just the smuggest person ever at that? "I guess you could also come from mixed genetics... maybe you had someone aquatic in your history? Aquatic creatures produce a slime too."
She was trying to resist commenting how he might actually be aslug, a lazy slug, but figured that would be rude. And then she had a sudden epiphany that caused her so much glee it almost physically manifested in a subtle glow from her chest.
"Or maybe..." she bit her lip, fighting back a massive grin. "You're a sea slug."
*
Oozy didn't even try to stifle his chuckling as a grin split his face, but he absolutely lost it at sea slug, letting out one of those "Pffffft"s of when you're caught off guard, then throwing his head back in laughter with his hand on his face. "Dude. Omg. That's a newt one. Good thing I'm a sea slug though and not a regular one, 'cause I'm being assalted with puns! Eel give you that, you're pretty good."
Hux was audibly groaning, getting more and more exasperated with every passing pun. Keith was laughing along while Nikolai fondly watched.
*
Valerie lost her battle with laughter, Currant's sockets narrowed in warning while Marmalade nearly collapsed as he wheezed along. She also heard Lapis giggling from the phone, beside himself with the fact he had so thoroughly corrupt her sense of humor with his own shenanigans.
"They just keep coming and I didn't even planet that way. Lapis' humor just seemed to mussel in when I brought him home. I'm not shellfish with the puns, either. Feel free to use 'em anytime."
Marmalade was wheezing so heavily that she was honestly concerned about his health and Lapis had descended into such high pitch giggles that she felt proud of herself. No Corny stood a chance now.
*
Oozy wasn’t sure he could top that. And he DEFINITELY couldn’t while he was too busy laughing his ass off to breathe. Hux was screaming into the floor in exaggerated anguish. Keith was howling. Even Nikolai was laughing along with the rest. This was the best possible result.
And through it all, a confused Krait awkwardly takes the water bandages from where Oozy sat them down, slithering back to the rest and avoiding whatever all this is.
*
It was comical, how she sat back with such a smug look on her face while surrounded by hysterical Lamia in various stages of horror or laughter. They were all lucky they wouldn't pass out from laughing so much or she might have been in trouble. Currant had grown used to the insane amount of shenanigans so he wasn't quite screaming but he certainly wasn't amused by the chaos.
Well, Marmalade had declared that it was anarchy now!
"Don't terrier yourself up about this. I'm pawsitive you can pun back. Though all this laughter is a nice jester from you."
Marmalade was on the ground, almost convulsing with laughter and she didn't even know Lamia could do that.
*
“Hey, hehehe,” Oozy was trying to talk through snorts of laughter, “Oh geez, pffft. Throw me a bone here! You’re doggone good at this, but I’m feline fine!”
“How did we get to cats and dogs? We’re snakes,” Nikolai said with amused befuddlement.
“Eh, she’s petter at some puns than me, but she’s not weaseling her way out of this so easily!”
Hux let out a muffled scream of, “I’M IN HELL.”
Trousle was trying to hide laughter behind an exasperated facepalm.
*
"Oooh, getting into a tearable pun territory now," she teased. "Well, I have a meowtain of puns. Dog puns are a bit ruff but I'm sure I can mange a few. Don't worry, you'll achieve grapeness if you wine a little."
The puns were all over the place and that was what had Marmalade on the ground, flailing around. Lapis never punned with Val like this and now that he knew she could they were all doomed. Just a little taste and Marmalade was unable to control himself. Lapis was sobbing now and showed no signs of stopping.
"look what you did!" Currant announced with a small screech of dismay.
"no grater way to go," Lapis wheezed.
*
“These puns are starting to get cheesy, but I’ll brie fine. Cheddar get ready, I can milk this for all it’s worth if ya let me have my curds ‘n way.” Oozy was NOT one to back down from a pun-off.
This was the most effort Nikolai had seen him put in in a while, so he wasn’t going to stop him…
Oozy kept going, “Cheese and crackers, sometimes I can go against the grain. Wheat’re ya gonna do plow?” He has no regrets. “I’ll keep punnin’ till the cows come home, no need to raise the afarm, but y’know, there’s a reason they call me - (snrk) - Corny.”
*
Oozy was good at this! Val had to pause for just a moment to try and think of a few things she could use. His means of punning was very one track, with a single vein that he went into and kept on, but she tended to like chaotic punnery instead.
A pun battle it would be, then.
"You've goat to wait for gouda puns. Don't pastaway on me now or we'll have a latte problems. Meow you've gone and bun it. Beating you at a pun battle won't be impastable for someone like me. Beclaws I've been practicing."
*
“I’d say it’s your mewve, but I’ll whisker ya away with these, and cat’s not all I have to say.
“Victory’s fleece-ing, but you can sheep well tonight. Cow about ya keep trying, or are ya chicken?
“‘Cause that won’t cut it. Not to hammer in the point, but I’ve nailed it. You saw it, right? I’ve got the tools to win.”
*
Val resisted her laughter for all of five seconds before she snorted. It was loud and hurt a little but it heralded the end of her pun game as she then descended into her hysterics. Keeping up with a Corny was difficult but her mind felt good from having to think up all those puns and her soul felt lighter. He'd been a perfect opponent to flex her punning muscle against.
"I don't think I can top that," she giggled, petting him with barely a twitch. "Probably a good thing too because I think Marmalade is having a fit."
Which was only partially true. Marmalade had exhausted himself and was flopped into a pile on the ground, twitching every time he snickered.
"that was a pawesome pun battle," Lapis declared from the phone. "Cornies win again."
*
Hux was still just screaming into the ground, muffled under a pile of Keith. Keith was coming down from his bout of hysterics (albeit as much from Hux's reaction as the puns themselves), and Oozy grinned. "That was great. Heh, haven't done that in a hot minute. You're dang good at this, y'know? Like, super good."
*
Hopefully, Hux would realize they weren't punning anymore and calm down. It had felt good to be able to sit back and dish out whatever randomness her brain conjured up, pun battle or not. Valerie was just happy to have not made a complete fool of herself. Shame no other Corny had joined in, it would likely have caused permanent mental damage to someone.
"So it's been a cold minute?" She couldn't prevent the question, grin turning smug once more. "Lapis has ruined my sense of humor for all eternity. Puns were one of those things I used to do without realizing but I notice them a lot now. And they're funny!"
*
"I think you mean he improved it, heh," Oozy said. "Man, that was great. Thanks, lil corny. Lil popcorn. Nah, popcorn's too energetic. You're a Kernal. Thanks, Kernal."
"Bet you wish you were that good at nicknames," Keith said to Nikolai.
"It was ONE time! And you know good and well what that Corny did with that lamp."
Hux huffed, finally calming, "What did I do to deserve this?"
"Many things," Trousle said. "You might be prickly, but you still deserve Keith’s cuddles!"
"... You can't pull that surprise sweet shit on me like that," Hux said, red-faced.
"I can. You cannot stop me."
"Nikolai, make him stooooop."
"No," Nikolai said, heading towards the door, "I should be getting back now, who knows what's gone on while I was gone. I don't know when you'll be leaving, Val, but if you can, try to wait until Piper wakes up so he knows what's going on and gets a chance to say goodbye. Thank you."
*
"Depends on who you ask, I guess." Clearly, Hux and Currant thought her sense of humor was ruined, although Currant changed his tune when she was telling him knock, knock jokes. "I'll never hear the end of it. He'll call himself that and Sangria will throw a fit until Lapis says he's waiting to pop into corn."
Which, again, was fair. But Sangria would be equal parts disgusted and horrified. They were lucky he hadn't heard their pun battle or she would never have been able to get away with leaving him out.
"nah, thank you buddy," Lapis said. "clearly I need to come along next time."
"clearly," Currant parroted, a pained look upon his face.
"Puh-lease," Val directed towards Hux. "It was obvious from the start you were secretly a huge softy beneath all the prickles. Just like a cactus."
It was, too. After a while, anyway.
"anarchy," was Marmalade's grave response to what had likely gone on in Nikolai's absence. "pure chaos."
"Oh yes, it was probably a Mamba apocalypse," Valerie agreed. "We'll stick around until Piper wakes up, let him say goodbye, and get numbers so you guys can talk to him until we come back around. I'll be making another donation to the center sometime in the next few weeks."
*
"I apologize for nothing," Oozy said with a shit-eating grin. "I look forward to seeing ya Kernal. We'll have a good slime. Hehehe."
"I'm glad I ain't the only sane one here. Other Coral. Help me!" He managed to wiggle an arm out, reaching for Currant. He was blushing more as he tried to ignore Val's assessment of him.
Nikolai let out a sigh that turned into a chuckle, "I shouldn't expect anything else. Oh well. I guess I'll go save the world." He went for the door, stopping long enough to say, "Thank you. We all appreciate it. I'm sure he'll be really happy with you." Then he left.
*
"as marmalade said, anarchy now," Lapis took great delight in repeating. "we'll have a whale of a good time."
Currant's initial assessment of Hux may not have been very nice but he did have some species pride. He huffed, as if aiding Hux was the greatest weight upon his shoulders, but reached out with his magic nonetheless. The fact that he had magic to spare was a matter of pride, his meals were so carefully planned out just for this reason. A crook of his fingers and he yanked Hux forward.
"Go save the day, Nikolai," Val said with a wave. "I'll try and make sure none of these hooligans get into trouble."
*
Hux whooped and stuck his tongue out at Keith as he managed his great escape… with aid. “Thanks, dude, owe us one.”
Nikolai chuckled, “I appreciate it. And good luck with that.”
Everyone waited for five seconds after he left. Then Oozy immediately said, “Alright, who wants to storm the coffee?”
“NO!” Hux snapped.
“Maaaaybe,” Keith drawled.
“Can I have some?” Trousle had a wide grin, bobbing back and forth in excitement.
“… what have I done,” Oozy said, staring down Trousle.
*
Now Val might have said she would watch the others but she doubted she'd be able to stop any shenanigans that might occur. Currant and Marmalade wouldn't join the chaos, she hoped, so it came down to watching all the others and making sure they didn't cause trouble. But of course Oozy would be the one that would have pranks on the mind, seeing as Cornies were agents of chaos.
"COFFEE?" She heard from the phone, a battle cry that sent her calm expression diving into horror. Sangria had a very distinct tone and he must have out zoomed Admiral to still be awake. The stamina of a Mamba was no joke. He didn't sound like he was as full of energy as usual but not tired either. "DO NOT GIVE COFFEE!"
"no roomie for the zoomie," Lapis announced sadly. "you're all in the city. too much could happen if ya give everyone coffee."
"like that would stop anyone," Currant huffed, cradling Piper against his chest and wondering how the kid could sleep through this.
"anarchy now," Marmalade agreed solemnly.
*
This did not discourage Oozy, "I'm gonna give 'em coffee. Just you wait! I'll do the Boston tea party, but in a krait pond with coffee! JUST TRY ME!"
Hux, trying to stop the apocalypse, pounced on Oozy, nose scrunched as he held the other down. "No. Nope. Nope nope nope nope."
"... ya have to get off eventually," Oozy said, not remotely struggling to get free.
"Bold of you to assume you can out-lazy me," Hux said.
Keith was laughing... and slithering off to grab some coffee.
Piper was stirring some now and then, making noises of displeasure at all the noise, but he'd been on and off zoomies for a few days without sleep. His body finally forced him...
Or tried to. "Coffee!" Piper yelled, demanding.
Oh no.
*
Secretly, or not so secretly, Val doubted Hux could out-lazy a Corny and that the apocalypse wouldn't be happening. She had resolved herself to witnessing the zooms that would be happening, feeling the looks of horror upon her for not stopping this. All she could hope is that it wouldn't be too bad.
And then she heard the little demand and all the terror crashed upon her shoulders. Currant was looking down in shock and Marmalade pressed his face into his coils.
"Oh no," Valerie whispered, scooping Piper up so she could pet him. Even if he wanted coffee she couldn't resist some cuddles from an adorable Pygmy. "I don't know if you'll like coffee, Piper. It's pretty bland."
Please let him be easily convinced by thinking coffee had to be served plain and nothing else.
"UNLESS YOU ADD SUGAR," Sangria muttered from the phone, drawing her stare. "ADMIRAL DRANK THE SWEET STUFF."
"Sangria," She whined but it was too late.
Oh no, indeed.
*
Keith has found a 12 pack of a certain type of cold-brew coffee in the fridge. He shook some of the snacks from the snack machine in trade, sticking a note on there that he regretted nothing.
Calmly, he went out and started distributing the contraband to Mambas and Pygmies.
“Nnnnn!!! But! Need zoom! Get to play outside but ‘m tired and ‘s not fair! Dun Wanna sleep…” He was getting fussy in the way an over-tired child does when they desperately want to keep having fun, little tears budding in his eyes and hiccuping. “Gimme zoom juice! Wanna play!”
*
Piper was hitting her right in the underdeveloped, curdled maternal instincts. He sounded like he was on the verge of a full-on tantrum and she didn't want him to get that upset over some coffee. It had been a while since she'd been around a fussy child that didn't make her want to run in the other direction.
It was an awful idea. She knew it was an awful idea. But Valerie couldn't deny Piper a little bit of fun before they left.
"OK," she took a deep breath. "You can have a small sip of zoom juice. Just a little bit. You can play but we do have to say goodbye. Sangria is waiting at home for you."
"INDEED," her large Mamba huffed. "IF YOU ZOOM NOW YOU'LL SLEEP ON THE DRIVE AND YOU CAN ZOOM AGAIN AT HOME."
*
Piper stared for a moment like he didn’t expect that to work. But once it processed that he had more playtime, he broke into giggles and a grin, trilling happily. “YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY! YA… Yawn AY!”
“Told ya you can’t stop me. I didn’t even have to escape,” Oozy said.
Hux had his jacket hood over his skull and was trying to melt into the ground to escape (ignoring that he could just, like… leave).
Outside, trouble was already brewing as the more energetic Lamia began to ZOOM! One mamba was trying to declare himself king of the entire world, hampered by the Pygmy who had decided to be a superhero all of the sudden and was playfully fighting him. A few bitty mamba were trying to tip over Val’s van (without success, thankfully). Nikolai was holding back swears as he tried to stop one mamba from starting a fire. A Pygmy had somehow trapped himself in a tire swing. It was chaos.
Keith was wondering when he should tell them it was decaf. Placebos are killer sometimes.
*
Some distant part of Val's brain thought she might have been played but she ignored it. Piper had no way of knowing of her soft spot for cute and small creatures, that the sight of tears would break down her walls faster than a wrecking ball. A sip of coffee wouldn't cause him any harm.
"You gonna come out with us, Hux?" She asked, looking at him from the corner of her eye. "Most of the humans should be gone now that the zoom is happening so you don't have to worry about getting adopted. Plus... won't it be funny to see Nikolai handle this?"
Currant huffed at the blatant manipulation but even he doubted Hux would go out to see what had been brought upon the park. He was keen on watching Piper but just keeping up with his excitement from earlier had tired Currant out and he would have preferred going back into the van to sleep.
"let's get the kid some coffee," Marmalade drawled, slithering out before stopping at the chaos.
"Oh my," was Val's faint response, eyes wide as she stared at the sight of the zoomies. It was frightening. She didn't even want to go out there. "I don't know if I'm scared or impressed..."
*
In his defense, Piper wasn’t TRYING to be manipulative, he was upset about it. But usually, when he’d get fussy about needing sleep, people took him to bed and tried harder to have him sleep. But now he’s happy! He gets more zoom!!!
Currant could try to sleep in the van, but there were even MORE bitty mamba trying to push it over, some of them pushing from inside. Even with their combined might, it wasn’t happening.
Nikolai had to hiss some very stern warnings at Liam to keep him from helping, all while holding onto a teenaged, full-sized Pygmy that was trying his best to wiggle free.
Keith was coiled up next to Maia, having told her his trick.
And Hux was willing to watch from afar, if only to see the madness.
This only got better/worse when some random dude decided to make an impromptu donation of three dozen beach balls, including two gigantic ones. No one could escape from the park-wide impromptu game of dodgeball… except the pygmies and mamba that were reenacting the boulder scene from Indiana Jones.
*
Valerie groaned at the hoard gathered around her van, hoping that nothing went missing from inside and holding Currant back from storming it and driving the hoard away. It was just lucky that no larger Mamba or Pygmy were attempting to join in.
"I'll let you go find some coffee to drink but please come back to me when you start getting tired," Valerie fussed, lowering Piper to the ground. "Make sure you tell everyone goodbye too. We'll come back to visit but ask for numbers and bring them to me to save."
She fussed over Piper for a little bit longer before she let him zip off to get himself some zoom juice. The grass was soft enough that she had no shame sitting down, cheek propped on her palm. Currant and Marmalade wrapped around her to keep away the worst of the shenanigans.
"At least everyone is having fun..."
*
Piper nodded and gave Val a little kiss on her hand before going off. Keith was kind/smart enough to give the kid some Mountain Dew: much better tasting, but with actual caffeine, even if not as much as coffee.
Once it hit his system, Piper started to ZOOM, alternating between playing and excitedly talking about his adoption, hugging all his little playmates, and bringing some over to meet Val, Marmalade, and Currant.
He was explaining to some of the mamba - who had given up tilting Val’s car and were now grumbling about it being full of bricks - that he was gonna go home in that car (while chasing a beach ball in circles) when a particularly young bitty mamba shot out and glomped him.
“NO! No you don’t! Mine!” The mamba screeched.
“But I leaving!”
“No! You stay here! I protect.” Cobalt the mamba pouted, holding Piper to his chest and wrapping around him protectively.
“Isssss ‘kay Cobalt! Val’s nice! And Curry loves! They not hurt me.”
“No no no no no! No! You stay! No leave! Is mine!”
“You gonna get a person too!”
“I wan’ YOU!” Cobalt had worked himself into tears, not wanting to let go of Piper…
Piper wasn’t sure how to handle it, “Sssshhh! Shhhh! No cry! No cry! Is ‘kay! You’re real good! They just jealous! ‘Cause pretty scales!” He was just mimicking some of what Cobalt had said to make him feel better.
“I pretty?” Cobalt said, sniffling. “I miss you…” He thought for a little bit, then went over to Val and slithered on her with Piper in tow, “We go now!”
*
Even though there were a lot of Lamia zipping and zooming, Valerie tried to keep her attention on Piper instead. He was a ball of energy, making her tired just watching but filling her chest with joy right along with that. She was introduced to so many Lamia that she had no hope of remembering all the names being tossed at her.
She didn't see what was going on but she heard the screeching, the absolute dismay in someone's little scream. Her soul throbbed with pain and she hoped someone would come along to offer assistance because there was no way Valerie would be able to crush someone's feelings. Marmalade tensed beside her, feeling the feedback of pain within his chest.
It was made even worse when the owner of the screech slithered onto her and she was torn by how small the Mamba was. He was the smallest bitty Lamia she had ever seen and there was the hint of tears upon his face that tore her up inside. The little guy had nothing on Sangria's iridescence, few did, but he was such a pretty color.
Valerie looked around, hoping for someone to offer assistance before she gave in and took him home too. Petting his little head as soon as he seemed to have settled.
"Oh, little dragon," she cooed at the Mamba. "What has you so upset?"
Maybe if she stalled...
*
"You can't have Piper! Is mine! He no go! I keep!" Cobalt hissed. He knew better than to bite, even in the midst of a tantrum, but he was tempted. But then Piper would probably cry...
"But I want go!" Piper said.
"No!" Cobalt said. He clung stubbornly to Piper. "I protect forever! Can't go..."
"You protect good! But I go now."
"Noooooo!" Cobalt sobbed.
Hux couldn't watch any more of this, slithering back inside. It'd been mostly fun watching the others cause chaos, but he knew all too well how Cobalt felt...
Thankfully, the freed Oozy came to the rescue... "Heya kid... why the long face?"
"Piper's LEAVING! But he can't!"
"Sure he can. Yer old enough now. Both of ya."
"But-But..." Cobalt sniffled, nuzzling Piper.
"It ain't like you'll never see him again," Oozy said. "I've had friends get adopted, but they still come back all the time. And I know Val's gonna keep in great touch. He can still call you."
"Not same..." Cobalt said, half holding and half leaning on Piper. "He's friend..."
"I know kiddo... I know. But hey, you'll get someone too one day, y'know?"
"You haven't," Cobalt said with a huff.
"I'm a high-maintenance Corny, you're an awesome little mamba. We're two different things entirely. You'll be loved."
"... I want Piper with me," Cobalt said. "You stay?"
Piper kissed Cobalt's cheek, "Love too! But I go. I come back! And bring toys!"
"Promise?"
"Mm-hmm!"
"And talk! Phone talk!"
"Yeah!"
Cobalt sniffled, holding Piper close. "... 'kay." He then looked at Val, little stare withering. "Take care! Be extra nice and give treats! Tell him he look good! If you be mean, I bite you!"
"She nice!" Piper insisted.
"Better be..."
Meanwhile, in the background, Nikolai let out a loud shout of, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT WAS DECAF?!"
*
She knew there was something wrong with her when she found the tantrum to be more adorable than anything. In typical Mamba fashion, his tantrum came down to someone taking what he viewed as his and a lot of yelling. Nikolai must have told them that biting was a very bad thing to do because he didn't try and take a chunk out of her in the midst of his ranting.
Oozy was a gift. Calming down the tantrum and saving her from giving in to the cuteness of the little Mamba's attitude. If he had been full-size she would have been more intimidated than she was but he was adorable before he was frightening.
"If I didn't have Sangria at home I'd take you too." Valerie couldn't hold the words back if she wanted to. "But I know a little dragon-like you will get a good home. Who wouldn't want such a pretty Mamba?"
Hopefully, the compliments helped because she would rather not get bitten.
"don' worry kid," Currant said, calling attention to his own warning stare. "val 'll take good care of piper. he'll have his own rock to bask on, his favorite candy, an' so many toys he'll be able to share with ya that all the other mamba 'll be jealous."
"not ta mention she might let piper bring ya sour candy jus' for you next time," Marmalade added. He heard Nikolai's shout and had a devious idea. "an' we can bring more coffee next time."
*
Cobalt sniffled again, but wiped his face and smiled up at her, "Yeah... 'M pretty cool! I gonna get good! Mm-hmm!" He giggled and nuzzled Piper. "You get good too. Deserve it. Miss you..."
"Miss you too. But is 'kay! I see again."
"Yes! And bring sour candies! And coffee!"
"Okay! We do!"
"Good!" Cobalt said. That said, he was still reluctant to go just yet... "We go play now."
"Okay!"
And they did! The two zoomed around the park together until Piper once more started losing the fight with sleep. Cobalt had to half-drag him back, and even then almost started crying again, but they said one see-you-later, and Piper curled up to sleep on the ride home...
And that Corny, who ate more sweets and has now conked out in the glove box, is apparently coming too.
*
Disaster averted, Val flopped back against Marmalade and Currant while Piper ran through his caffeine buzz with his friend. It was much better to see a happy Mamba than to see one that was likely contemplating biting. It likely wasn't long enough for the Mamba to come to terms with having to say goodbye but he did. Currant accepted Piper and they all wished everyone a good evening, saying their own see-you-laters.
"Everyone will sleep good tonight," Val mused, helping Currant into the front seat of the van so they could settle into the blankets. She searched around to make sure there weren't any stowaways and Marmalade assured her they'd all left. "We got a long drive ahead of us, I'll stop and get more snacks for the road."
She climbed into the drivers seat, feeling warm and good about how the day had gone. It was one of those perfect days where she made plenty of friends. Once at home she would put numbers into the phones and have Piper call so everyone would know he'd gotten there safe.
Marmalade picked a song for the start of the ride, Val singing along, and they began their journey home. Unaware of the hidden Corny in the glove box.
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Healing is complicated Pt.1
Summary: Jensen and the Reader meet at a coffee shop in town and start talking, they exchange number. Everything seems good but soon things get more than a little complicated.
Pairing: Teacher!Jensen X University Student!Reader
Warnings: slight fluff
Word count: 1690
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Love ya´ll and enjoy -Jo
~ Y/N´s POV ~
I could hear a slight mumble close by but chose to ignore it since the coffee shop is full and it's nothing unusual, then I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder that causes me to jump a little. I look in the direction of the hand while removing my earbuds before placing my book in my lap. I´m met with a man with soft hazel eyes and a small smile playing at his lips.
“Oh sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I was just wondering if this seat is taken, I mean this place is more packed than usual.” The man chuckles slightly as I nod my head.
“Of course, as long as you don´t mind me reading?” I ask knowing some find it disturbing if they´re gonna be working on something. The man shakes his head while placing his coffee on the table before sitting down.
“Not at all, I mean if that´d disturb me then the chaos in here would kill me.” He jokes and I feel a small smile creep onto my lips.
“True. Enjoy your coffee.” I reply before putting in my earbuds and getting back to reading. Out of the corner of my eye I can see the man placing some stuff on the table and I sneak a glance at him. He's definitely not bad looking with his light brown hair and square jaw, I can tell he's trying to stay focused from the way his eyes scan the papers in front of him and how his bottom lip is slightly drawn into his mouth probably from nibbling at the inside of it. Weird observation I know but I´m an observant person, not in a creepy way but it's a nice way to pass time. I sigh a little and get back to reading my book but soon feel eyes on me. I smile lightly and look up at the man across from me before taking out my earbuds.
“Did you want anything?” I quiz him and I can see a light blush creep up his neck.
“N-no, I was just looking at your… book, it's a good one.” He replies trying to come up with a good excuse. I look down at the front page of my book and raise a brow.
“Really? You tend to read medical books for fun?” I try to hide the small smirk I can feel coming on. The man looks down at his papers and sighs.
“Well not really for fun but I´ve read a few so far.” He extends his hand and I take it.
“I should probably have introduced myself. I´m Jensen. Currently a nurse, soon to be a teaching nurse.” He chuckles and I nod.
“Well what are the odds, Jensen. Name´s Y/N, I´m a nursing student.” He takes a sip from his coffee.
“I kinda figured it was something like that, because I don't think you read medical books for fun.” He teases using my own words against me, making me roll my eyes slightly before chuckling.
“Touché.” I grab my cup of coffee and take a sip. “Although I doubt you were actually looking at the book, no offense.” I smirk as he blushes and rubs his neck from embarrassment.
“Yeah uhm sorry about that. It's just rare to see someone who reads in a book and not on their phone lately, who am I kidding you´re cute as well. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'll get going.” He says as he starts packing up his papers. I place a gentle hand on the bundle of papers he's holding causing him to look up.
“Hey I didn't say I was uncomfortable. Let's talk some, I'm sure we can help each other one way or another. I can give you pointers on how to not be a boring teacher and you can tell me how to be a great nurse, if not we can just talk about something fun to forget the everyday pressure.” I smile gently and I can see him relax as he mirrors my smile.
“Alright, so I really don´t wanna talk about work. Let's talk about something nice. What about why you come to this coffeeshop or is it just because it was close by?” He quizzes and I shake my head.
“No. I come here because usually it's quiet, I've come here ever since I was little. It's like a home away from home, especially since I lost my grandpa 4 years ago.” I look down into my cup not wanting to go into too much detail.
“I get it, I´ve only been here a few times but I fell in love with it the first time I went here. As you said, it feels like a home and the coffee isn't something to complain about either.” He smiles lightly. “And I'm sorry for your loss Y/N.” I give him a half smile.
“Thanks.” I look down at my watch. “Shit, I need to get going or I´ll be late for class.” I cuss as I hurriedly pack my bag and take a big gulp of my coffee to empty the cup, I can hear Jensen scribble down something. I get up to leave and Jensen grabs my wrist.
“Wait! Here's my number , you can message me if you feel like it. I really enjoyed your company, even if it wasn´t for a long time. Take care of yourself Y/N.” He smiles as he slips the piece of paper into my hand. I close my hand over the piece of paper before replying.
“I enjoyed it too. Goodbye Jensen.” I give him a smile before walking out the door and hurrying to class. I walk past the window, quickly glancing at Jensen who´s sat by the table with a smile on his face while sipping on his coffee.
~ The following day Y/N´s POV ~
I had planned to text Jensen last night but I ended up studying really late and to be fair I fell asleep by my desk. I smile a little when I look at the piece of paper on my nightstand. I grab my phone and then the piece of paper before putting in the number that´s hastily scribbled on the paper.
--“Hey Jensen, Y/N from the coffee shop here. I was going to get back to you last night but to be honest I fell asleep at my desk so I'm currently mending a sore back and neck. I hope your night was better :) “ --
I type before hitting send and I can feel the light dread hitting me just as fast. I start tapping my foot impatiently as the minutes goes by. I let out a groan and got up to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. It seems as if it takes hours for one cup of coffee before I can pour the decanter content into a cup and head back to my bedroom. I place the cup on my nightstand, I quickly grab my phone and hope there's a message notification. I can't help the smile that spreads across my face as I see the notification I´ve been waiting for.
--“Hey Y/N, I honestly wasn't expecting to hear from you. Try to do some light stretching and put some ice on your lower back and your neck for the pain, usually works for me (been there, done that a few times).”--
I chuckle a little when I read the last part as the writing notifications are showing before his next message comes.
--“Oh gosh I didn't mean anything with that… I've accidentally fallen asleep while studying a couple of times too. So what are the plans for today?”--
I smile lightly sipping on my coffee before replying.
--“No worries Jensen but I´ll keep that in mind for the pain. I´ll probably do some more studying, order takeout and watch a movie or something. What about you?”--
I get up from my bed, grab my coffee and phone before walking over to my desk and sit down. I open my books and start studying when I'm interrupted by my phone. I try my best to stay focused but after a few more notifications I give in.
--“Takeout and a movie sounds like a good idea :) I was thinking pretty much the same, except the studying part."--
--“You okay?”--
--“I guess you´re studying.”--
--“So not to be overbearing but I'd really like to talk more… No strike that, keep studying you need it but don´t forget to take a break now and then. I´ll be here if you need me."--
I can feel some slight butterflies in my stomach before replying.
--“Maybe we can talk later? Only after I'm done studying of course. I'd really like to talk more with you but sadly school calls.”--
It doesn't take long until I get a reply.
--“Shit. Did I disturb you? But yeah that sounds good. Keep up the studying.”--
I smile and put my phone on silent.
~ That evening ~
I'm halfway through the movie as I receive a message from Jensen.
--“Hey guess what? I´m becoming a teacher as early as Monday, there were some unexpected changes apparently.”--
I grin before replying.
--“Really? That's great! I´m sorry to do this but I'm really tired at the moment. I´ll talk to you tomorrow.”--
I yawn and turn off the tv.
--“Oh that's okay, get your beauty sleep and take care of your back.”--
~ Monday morning Y/N´s POV ~
I walk into class busy sipping on my coffee and looking for a seat. I finally found one in the back just how I like it. I sit down and unpack my stuff. As I open my computer I hear writing on the board and look up as I open my computer getting ready to take notes.
“I´m Mr. Ackles and I´ll be your substitute for this semester since Professor Carlsen had to go on maternity leave early.”
I know I recognize that voice and as the man facing the board turns around our eyes meet and I feel those butterflies again. I can see him swallowing, hard when realization hits him.
“Well fuck…” I mumble.
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Crush
Word count: 2,011
Pairing: none
Warnings: swearing
Summary: Atsumu has a crush on you, a third year and misses all the chances to make something out of it.
Song: Crush - Tessa Violet
Tagging: @akaashichigo
Uh, alright
I can't focus on what needs to get done
Why the fuck did this always happen to him? He had important things to do, to focus on, he couldn´t have you occupy his mind all the time.
Though it wasn´t really your fault, but then again it was.
You had no right being so beautiful, so intelligent, so funny, so charming, so fucking breathtaking.
Of course he had to catch feelings for you, even though you weren´t even in the same class. Of course he did. He always wanted what he couldn´t have and he kind of got off on the fact that you´d never look his way more than he liked to admit.
I'm on notice hoping that you don't run, ah
You think I'm tepid but I'm misdiagnosed
His brother, friends and teammates had enough of him nonstop talking about you. They fucking knew. He had it bad for you, they knew. But that was no excuse for him being distracted all the time during training. They needed him, he was basically the most important part in their play.
It couldn´t go on like this, something needed to be done.
Luckily Kita had just the solution for it, they all thought it would be foolproof. Especially when even Kita had enough of Atsumu´s behavior and lack of concentration.
'Cause I'm a stalker I seen all of your posts, ah-ah
And I'm just tryna play it cool now
Everybody knew the plan and yet everyone was anxious because nobody knew how Atsumu would react.
It all depended on you.
So when you walked into the gym because Kita told you to wait for him there before you´d work on your project together, all eyes were on Atsumu.
It was like he froze in place, his eyes went wide like he couldn´t believe it.
And you didn´t even look at him, you just sat right down in the back and scribbled in your notebook.
But that's not what I wanna do now
And I'm not tryna be with you now, you now
Mhm
Atsumu tried his hardest to concentrate on the training, but he caught himself staring at you all the time, everyone else noticed too and they were unsure if that was a good thing or not.
“Yer know she´s not looking cause ya suck!” Osamu called out to him, startling his older brother.
And yet his words hit. Atsumu set the ball more accurately and one serve of his even made you look up, which he didn´t notice since he was too focused on the game.
You make it difficult to not overthink
And when I'm with you I turn all shades of pink, ah
After practice Kita dragged Atsumu with him to meet you. It was strange how nervous he was, when Kita asked him when Atsumu first started crushing on you, he didn´t want to meet you at all. He cared way too much about what people thought of him, so it scared him that there was a possibility that you could hate him.
Now there was no turning back though, not with Kita dragging him behind him with an iron grip.
“Can we go now, Kita? I think if we hurry up we could finish the project today” you said, barely looking at Atsumu.
“Just a moment, I want you to meet Atsumu. He´s been too afraid to approach you and it´s getting frustrating” he honestly said, even sighing to prove his point.
You chuckled, knowing that he always talked about his teammates, so he must be one of the troublemaker twins. You also thought you saw him around in the hallways some time, but weren´t so sure.
“Just what the hell have you been telling him, Kita? I don´t bite… that hard” you responded, meeting Atsumu´s eyes.
He looked at you really intensely, yet didn´t meet your eyes and the blush on his face betrayed him.
I wanna touch you but don't wanna be weird
It's such a rush, I'm thinking wish you were here, ah-ahh
And I'm just tryna play it cool now
But that's not what I wanna do now
And I'm not tryna be with you now, you now
“I´m (Y/N) by the way, but I think you already knew that” you stretched your hand out for him to shake and noticed that his was sweaty and shaking a bit.
“It´s nice to meet you” he forced out, trying to be as polite as possible, he at least wanted to make a good first impression.
“You make a mean serve but I think you also already knew that” you noted, having trouble making conversation with him since he seemed so out of it.
But I could be your crush, like, throw you for a rush, like
Hoping you'd text me so I could tell you
I been thinking 'bout your touch like
Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch
I could be your crush, crush, crush, crush, crush
I got a fascination with your presentation
Making me feel like you're on my island
You're my permanent vacation
Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch
I could be your crush, crush, crush, crush, crush
Sorry
“It wasn´t that good, I still need to improve a lot” he said and the worst part about it was that he sounded like he believed it.
“Learn how to take a compliment, will ya?” you smiled, you couldn´t quite figure him out.
Atsumu didn´t seem like the type of guy to get insecure about his abilities, especially as his position as setter, he always seemed so sure of himself. You saw it in his games too, it was weird.
He at least had the decency to look sort of ashamed as you said that, Kita held back a chuckle.
I fill my calendar with stuff I can do
Maybe if I'm busy it could keep me from you
Ever since then you came to their training quite often, which was more because you and Kita had to organize quite a bit for graduation and it was easier when you just waited for him. Atsumu became hyper aware of your presence, he wanted to impress you so bad but he knew that you only viewed him as a kouhai. He hated it.
Honestly, he knew that you´d never look at him twice, the only reason you even talked to him was because Kita basically forced you to. You didn´t want to talk to him, you never thought about him, you never imagined what it would feel like to hold his hand, if it would be calloused while yours was so soft, you never yearned to hear his laugh, you never dreamed about how soft your lips might be and you sure as hell couldn´t care less about him.
And I'm pretending you ain't been on my mind
But I took an interest in the things that you like, ah-ahh
Kita was worried about the future of the team, you knew that. He always worried about his juniors which was nice, but still, he worried too much for his own good. They´d make it. You had to worry about your exams right now and so should he.
You tried your best to support your friend and get his mind off things but it was hard.
As you sat in the gym, waiting for him and watching the team, you felt a bit of nostalgia, you´d miss going to their games to support them.
Maybe you´d even miss Atusmu, maybe he wasn´t as bad as you thought, but then again, you´d probably never find out.
And I'm just tryna play it cool now
But that's not what I wanna do now
And I'm not tryna be with you now, you now
“Just ask her already, for fuck´s sake…” Kita groaned and everyone went quiet. He never swore, but then again, if there was a person who´d be able to make him, it´d be Atsumu.
Prom night was coming up and you casually let it slip that you still didn´t have a date, naturally Kita told Atsumu in hopes he´d take the hint. Which he didn´t of course. He was thinking way too much into it, he kept saying how he wasn´t good enough, how you could do so much better and didn´t even like him that way.
“And how the hell are yer gonna find out if all yer ever do is run away from yer feelings?” Osamu punched his shoulder.
But I could be your crush, like, throw you for a rush, like
Hoping you'd text me so I could tell you
I been thinking 'bout your touch like
Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch
I could be your crush, crush, crush, crush, crush
I got a fascination with your presentation
Making me feel like you're on my island
You're my permanent vacation
Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch
I could be your crush, crush, crush, crush, crush
In the end he didn´t ask you, chickening out like he always did. It was just a stupid crush anyway and you didn´t even want him to be there. He was the one who had stupid one sided feelings for you, it wasn´t like you did. It wasn´t like you cared, like you ever spared him a glance in the hallways.
He was just one of the annoying twins Kita told you about, he was just the setter of your school´s team, he was just a second year.
And yeah it's true that I'm a little bit intense, right
But can you blame me when you keep me on the fence, like
And I've been waiting, hoping that you'd wanna text, like
Text like
It's what I was born to do
And yeah it's true that I'm a little bit intense, right
But can you blame me when you keep me on the fence, like
And I've been waiting, hoping that you'd wanna text, like
Text like
Ugh
You got ready for prom which you really weren´t looking forward to. It would be so boring with all the speeches from the teachers and the pretentious ones from the student council. Honestly, you weren´t even there yet and you wanted to go home already. At least your friends would be there. You didn´t want to think about graduation and all the responsibilities that would be dumped onto you afterwards. You just wanted to enjoy one more night without anything to think about.
And I'm just tryna play it cool now
But that's not what I wanna do now
And I'm not tryna be with you now, you now
Atsumu kept on training, it was weird with the third years being gone now and he caught himself look for Kita for advice every time. He missed his captain telling him and Osamu to behave, he missed having him around because it all felt so easy with Kita, he was the best captain he could´ve ever asked for and he vowed that he´d make him proud.
He nearly perfected his serve and was so caught up in denial that he didn´t even face the fact that you graduated and he wouldn´t ever see you again.
It was a week later that it settled in, he missed seeing you in the halls, missed you coming to their games and waiting for Kita at the gym.
Sure, you barely spoke a word, but still, he could´ve made a move if he hadn´t been such a coward. But it was too late for that now, he wouldn´t ever see you again.
It shouldn´t hurt this much, you were just a stupid high school crush.
But I could be your crush, like, throw you for a rush, like
Hoping you'd text me so I could tell you
I been thinking 'bout your touch like
Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch
I could be your crush, crush, crush, crush, crush
I got a fascination with your presentation
Making me feel like you're on my island
You're my permanent vacation
Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch
I could be your crush, crush, crush, crush, crush
Sorry
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Ode to an Angel-Chapter 4
Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I hope you’re still enjoying the series. I have so much fun writing this! And finally I’m able to give you some more Daryl and reader time!
You can still let me know if you want to be tagged.
Happy reading! xx
The recomended song for this chapter is “To Be By Your Side” by Nick Cave. He is one of my favorite artists, so I will be recomending him again!!!
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Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Then…
You opened your mouth to ask Maggie what they decided on, but you were stopped when you heard a scream outside the house.
Maggie looked at you before rushing to the front porch, you were following close.
“What was that?” an Asian guy appeared out of the darkness. The scream was coming further away.
“I don’t know, go!” Maggie shouted.
You made your down the stairs and tried to make out what was going on but the only thing you saw was darkness. The screams stopped a few seconds later.
A sonorous gunshot sound filled the darkness.
Now…
Later that night you’d learned that someone had been attacked by one of the dead. He was the man who was talking to Daryl earlier that night. Dale. You didn’t know the guy but when you saw how the members of his group was devastated by his death, your heart just couldn’t carry the sorrow.
In some way, his death reminded you of your brother. You could see the pain of all those people mirroring yours in their faces, their sullenness; a grief like a scorching hot iron pressed against your chest.
And the rest of the night was awfully quiet.
The next day they were gathered around somewhere near the barn to bury Dale first thing in the morning. You couldn’t help but notice the other graves next to one another.
They were standing in a crescent shape around the freshly dug grave when you went on the field and walked slowly towards them. Even though you didn’t know Dale, it felt disrespectful not to be there for the funeral. You didn’t know why.
You stopped just few feet from the group and listened as Rick talked.
“Whenever I’d make a decision, I’d look at Dale, he’d be looking back at me with that look he had. We’ve all seen it one time or another. I couldn’t always read him, but he could read us,” Rick’s voice was shaky even though it was obvious that he was trying to hide it.
“He said this group was broken, the best way to honor him is to unbreak it; set aside our differences and pull together.”
You looked at every each one of them. Some of them were silently spilling their tears, some of them were trying to stand strong… When your gaze stopped at Daryl, you saw him already looking at your way. But as soon as your eyes met, he turned his gaze down to earth.
He was acting like he didn’t remember you, but you knew for sure that he did, even though he didn’t attempted to talk to you or even look at you for more than two seconds.
You couldn’t make up your mind on why he was being so distant. He cared enough for you to help you once. So, why was he pretending like you didn’t exist?
After they buried Dale, payed their respects, you picked a single wild carrot flower from the field and placed it on his grave. All the people talked so good of him that you couldn’t just stand there and watch him go under.
When you were back at the farmhouse and Rick’s group at their camp side, you found yourself hungrily digging in the breakfast plate that Carol had brought you at the front porch. It wasn’t much, but it was something.
When you were finished devouring your meal, you saw Rick approaching from the corner of your eye.
“Hey, Y/N, can I talk to you for second?” he asked as came near you, with his hand on his gun’s holster.
You weren’t sure of what was coming. “Um, yeah,” you said as you stood up from your seat and made your way towards him.
“How’s your wound?” he asked, pointing his finger to your belly.
“Getting better I guess,” you said as it had been only two days, but the biting pain mostly left its place to an uncomfortable feeling and occasional ache.
“I know you said you’d take off when you heal enough,” he said with a deep voice, “and I thought it’d be better that way too,” he paused. He was really thinking through what he was going to say.
“You were at Dale’s funeral, you cared for him to leave him a flower,” he seemed to you like he was weighing his speech. “Dale would’ve wanted you to stay and be a part of this group.” He finished.
Your eyebrows arched, forming a frown. He was offering you to stay, but you didn’t offer him anything.
“Why?” you asked, really curious to know.
“Dale still believed in our humanity, trusted us until he didn’t. No matter what, we are still humans Y/N… and we can’t let that go. We can’t.” He said, “and an extra pair of hands can’t hurt.”
“I’m— I don’t… know.” You babbled. Honestly, you didn’t know. As much as the offer was appealing, you had got people to find and a business to solve.
“I can’t… I’m— I’ve got some stuff to figure out,” you said.
Rick looked at your face for a second, trying to read your mind before answering.
“It still is your choice, but I’m sure they also agree with me,” he said pointing his chin to the camp side. Maybe he was right.
Did you want to stay? No, think of your brother. He told you to be smart. What was the smart thing to do?
Rick placed a small pat on your shoulder before he left you alone.
You were surprised by yourself that you were even considering the offer. Food on your plate, a roof over your head, and people having your back and you having theirs… it was tempting.
Be smart, you’d got work to do. You needed to leave before you change your mind, or you would be lost in the warmth of these people’s goodness.
You were walking towards the camp side to ask for your stuff when you saw him, sitting under the same tree. He was cleaning a squirrel that probably he had hunted. You stopped and turned your tracks to his way.
“Hey,” you said softly. He didn’t say anything, “Daryl, right?” you asked as you sat yourself next to the tree, across him, and he let out an approving growl. The guy really needed to work on using his words.
“You don’t have to pretend like you don’t remember me,” you said, making him look at you. But he quickly turned his gaze towards his squirrel.
“I don’ even remember what I ate yesterday,” he said with a gruff.
You looked at a dozen of dead squirrels lined on a branch of the tree. “Not that hard to guess,” you said. you waited for a response, but he didn’t say anything. “I, umm, I’m sorry for Dale… I’m sure he was a good man…” you muttered.
He paused, his hands stopped working for a second, “he was,” he hummed.
“Look, I wanted to thank you —for the food and the water,” you said to the man who practically saved your life.
“It was nothin’,” he murmured.
“No, it wasn’t nothin’, you saved my life, you didn’t have to,” you told him.
“Anyone would do the same,” he said in his southern drawl.
You didn’t understand why he was talking himself down like that. He was regarding himself less than the others, but you knew that not anyone would do the same.
“No, they wouldn’t, Daryl,” you said. He looked at you when you spoke his name, looking surprised. “I just wanted to talk to you before I leave.”
“Ya ain’t stayin’?” he questioned.
“No, I have some stuff to do,” you sighed. You were surprised that he even asked you a question like that.
“Ya don’ have ta,” he said. you couldn’t make sense of what he was saying.
“What?”
“I know tha’ look,” he was, now, looking straight at you, “’s hatred, it ain’t good, eats you up… ya don’ have ta do what yer gonna do,” he finishes.
You swallowed the lump in throat. That heaviness fell on your chest again, getting harder to carry with every second, “you don’t understand,” you said to him.
“Maybe I don’, but ya do,” he said with a gruff voice. You didn’t.
You couldn’t say anything, you just looked at him. You knew he wouldn’t understand. How could he?
“Good-bye, Daryl,” your voice was pitched as you got up from your seat. He murmured something in return that you couldn’t make out.
When you were at the camp side, Rick was nowhere to be found. They said he went to deal with Randall. He was going to let him go.
You went to find Hershel to get your stuff.
Your paces were fast, you didn’t want to spend anymore time here, otherwise you were afraid that you would change your mind.
You found Hershel in the farmhouse, “Hi,” you made yourself known.
“Hello, Y/N,” Hershel greeted you. He was sitting on an armchair in the living room area.
“I’ve come to take my stuff,” you pattered, “I’m leaving,” you were surprised how fast you were talking.
He looked at you for a second, opened his mouth to say something but soon after he waived and closed it. “Okay.”
He got up from the armchair by supporting himself with his arms. He was way too old to get up without support.
He continued to upstairs, while you waited for him in the living room. He came downstairs after a few minutes and handed you your backpack. You opened the bag without saying anything, all your stuff was inside the bag.
“Thank you, for everything,” you said in a low tone. He offered his one hand in front of you and you saw three packs of bandage. You thanked him again.
You made your way for the front door after putting your gun around your thigh in its holster and your knife on your belt.
“It will be dark soon, you sure you won’t stay until morning,” he called out after you.
“I can’t,” you replied.
After saying good-bye to the little group and sending your regard to Rick, you hit the road. There you were, stubborn to a fault.
You were walking for about an hour when you came across a walker and killed it with your knife. You continued into the woods, shortly after you saw another one. And another. And another…
When you looked on your right you saw it, the biggest horde that you’ve ever seen since the beginning.
The sun was already down but its lights were still shining on you. You were still able to see far ahead. You were out of their range, many trees between you and them. They were moving towards where you came. The farm.
Well, shit.
You wanted to go on, every part of you wanted go on, take another step to opposite direction. But you were also aware that the farm would not be able to hold them all. Be smart.
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So you ran. Ran to the people who had been taking care of you for the past three days, ran to the unborn baby. You hoped you were going to make it in time. That was the smart thing to do.
Chapter 5
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FIC WRITER MEME
Tagged by @prince-luffy
AO3 name: DarkwingSnark
Fandoms: ...SEE, I’m in lots of fandoms. Or at least, I’ve written for them during hyper-fixation periods. Let’s see what AO3 says...
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Batman - All Media Types (7)
Wander Over Yonder (Cartoon) (6)
DuckTales (Cartoon 1987) (5)
Penn Zero: Part-Time Hero (5)
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James and the Giant Peach - Roald Dahl (3)
Darkwing Duck (Cartoon 1991) (3)
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Dan Vs. (2)
Milo Murphy's Law (2)
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Winnie-the-Pooh - All Media Types (1)
Alice in Wonderland (1951) (1)
Gummi Bears (TV) (1)
Winnie-the-Pooh (Disney) (1)
.... Honestly, I feel like there’s more that this list isn’t covering. Like Phineas and Ferb isn’t here and I wrote for that show too. And many of these can be simplified and condensed because they belong to similar fics.
Tropes: Depends on the fic. But as a whole, tend to write Romantic Comedies with a lot of slow burn. Mostly because... struggle is funny. People being dumdums and oblivious to the obvious is funny. Aaaaand also because it allows the episodic quality of shenanigans to occur.
Number of fics: Up and posted on AO3? 53. Does not include stuff on FF.net or that’s sitting in google docs begging to be finished.
Fic I spent the most time on: Not sure how to read this. Does it mean active man hours? Or does stuff like having a hiatus in-between count? Because TECHNICALLY ‘Real Value’ was started in high school, and I didn’t rewrite it and carry on the series (with Moonie) until many years later. There are also fics like ‘Growing Love’ or ‘Priorities’ that took a lot of time to do research. Like learning how to build a lawn mower so I could have a character believably break it apart for repairs.
....God I do a lot of research that doesn’t go into the actual fics. Because all I need, really, in the confidence of what I’m doing to be the character and describe an action here or there.
Fic I spent the least time on: Probably something drabble related? Or maybe the fic I did that was just me venting out emotions because I was feeling guilty? ‘A Mother’s Intuition’ was written and posted within a couple of hours.
Longest fic: Complicated. The longest thing written is technically an RP, NOT a story. (Different, trust me.) ‘What Happens in Gotham’ has a word count of 207,413. But fic wise at 89,022 word would be ‘The Constant Gardener’ .
Runner up being ‘Priorities’ at little over 87k.
Shortest fic: Drabbles? Uh, let’s see.. Probably from ‘Beauty and Your Worth’, as i think one was literally a paragraph long. ... Speaking of Gummi Bears, I wonder if I still have my notes on the GruffiGusto fic I wanted to write. Something to look into.
Most hits: Apparently ‘Fallen Hard’ at 5354
Most kudos: Also ‘Fallen Hard’ at 518. There... were more fans of Milo Murphy’s Law than I realised.
Most comment threads: ‘Fallen Hard’, 193 comments. ‘What Happens in Gotham’ following at 185.
Most bookmarks: .... that’s something people care about? I hardly ever bookmark things, since I read it in one go. But... I can look?
Ah.... ‘Fallen Hard’. 63
Total word count: 971,833 Oh hey! Almost a million. That’s something to celebrate.
Favorite fic I wrote: 'Knights of Dobenshire’. Hands down. (With ‘Heart of the Cards’ being very close.) I like writing road trip styled stories. It allows many things to happen within the narrative. BUT, ‘Knights of Dobenshire’ wins because it was such a satisfying conclusion of this build up, you know? Scrooge is finally no longer just putting up with the relationship with Fenton, but fully embracing it. That surprise feeling that hits him when he realizes, dear lord, he IS attracted to Fenton beyond affection.
It hits me more than a mutual pining because there I KNOW they will get together. But here? While writing with Moonie? I DIDN’T KNOW! I was worried in the end we’d have to write another fic to finally reach that step. Scrooge is stubborn and does what he wants, let me tell ya.
Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: 'Fallen Hard’, ‘Season of Miracles’, ‘Going with the Flow’, pretty much anything that isn’t complete. BUT, not posted, I really want to get back to more of the stories planned in the McCrack series. It was a ship I kinda made from the ground up, with nobody caring about it in the beginning. So it feels very important to see that series through.
Share a bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on:
... Actually, I can share something from 'Donald’s Party (Working Title)’. @swampy-tiefling and I started. Just the first scene to get you guys hooked.
Donald took a deep breath of air from the doorway of the house and sighed, once again pleased to find himself at his home away from home. Traveling the seas and exploring the world with the navy were its own rewards, he supposed, but there would never be anything quite like the countryside-- the middle aged mallard having practically been raised on Grandma Duck’s farm. Donald Duck was happy to be on shore-- his naval carrier being docked for the week in Duckburg as they replenished supplies and took care of whatever repairs that were needed. Whatever excuse his bosses wanted to use were fine by him, he was just happy to not be scrubbing decks for a change!
That didn’t, however, mean he was able to rest and relax-- as the duck was startled out of his thoughts as somebody bumped into him. That somebody was his grandmother as she came to, just having caught her plate of cookies before they fell.
“My land, Donald! What in the world are you doing hiding here when you should be meetin’ and greetin’ the guests?”
Donald ignored the woman’s soft glare as he waved her off, using his other hand to steal a cookie in the process. Stuffing it in his mouth, he murmured out a response.
“Phooey, they’re just relatives.”
“Even more of a reason to go out and talk to them.” Before the sailor could argue, Grandma Duck placed the plate of treats into his hands. “And put these out on the snack table while you’re at it. Poor Fethry is looking peckish.”
Donald rolled his eyes, but otherwise did as he was told. Wasn’t it just like life to make him work at his own welcome home party? Walking towards the open yard where the party was taking place, it didn’t take long to reach the table, where his cousins were already gathered around as they chat.
This instantly caught the attention of the lankier duck, his gaze zoning in as he smiled widely towards Donald in greeting.
“Well if it ain’t the guest of honor, with snacks to boot!” Fethry leaned closer, his red hat wobbling with him as he continued to inquire. “Say, cuz, ya wouldn’t happen to know if these are gluten free, would ya?”
Donald gave him an unimpressed look.
“You’re not going on another crazy diet, are ya?” Though, in all honesty, he was more worried his looney cousin might try to drag him along-- and after months of eating nothing but mush, he would NOT miss out on his first chance to pig out on actual home cooked meals.
"Not crazy at all, actually!" Fethry grinned that goofy grin. "See, it's all right here; Gluten Free; It's the Way to Be' !" he shoved a rather lengthy-looking hard cover book in Donald's face. Donald had no choice but to stare at it, the words all blurring together from its close proximity to his eyes. The offending object remained there for only a second, however, before it was yanked back, the nutty mallard already busy flipping through it.
"Let's see, here, there's a fascinating chapter I think you should-- Don?"
Phew, that had been close. Donald was still in sneaking away mode, and jumped and yelped when he was tapped on the shoulder. Oh no. He'd been caught, after all. He slowly turned, with a forced, toothy grin, to face his fate.
A wave of relief washed over him when he saw his girlfriend, Daisy, smiling sweetly at him, instead.
“And where do you think you’re sneaking off to, Mister? You’ve been gone for so long, and here we are, with you haven’t even given me a kiss ‘hello’ yet.”
Now there was something Donald didn’t mind doing, as his girlfriend leaned in her face for her reward. Wrapping his arms around her, he planted the biggest of smooches to her temple.
“Gaww, I’m sorry Daisy. I really did miss you.”
This earned him a soft smile, as it was Daisy’s turn to kiss him on the forehead.
“And I missed you, hun. Now, tell me… why WERE you sneaking around?”
“Grandma put me on entertainment duty.”
“Well, “ his girlfriend began, “it IS your party, after all. They came to see you, seems fair to me.” This made the sailor groan as she looked at him unsympathetically. Rolling her eyes, the reporter sarcastically patted her boyfriend in comfort. “There there. Now don’t go sneaking off for real, the boys will be arriving soon. And Grandma tells me Uncle Scrooge will be bringing along a special guest.”
“Special guest?” Donald asked incredulously. “Like who?” This caused Daisy’s eyes to glimmer all the more in mischief, a look that told him that she knew something he didn’t know. And that something was big news, if he was reading her right.
“Oh, nobody TOO special, I suppose,” Daisy was stalling, and it was driving Donald up the wall. The duck woman continued her teasing. “Nobody except your uncle’s new date friend.”
"Date friend?" Donald practically exclaimed, prompting Daisy's grin to grow all the more smug.
"Yep! You've missed quite a bit since you've been away, you know."
"No kidding...well I'll be..." Donald was shaking his head, but he was smiling. Uncle Scrooge, dating, at his age... it was nothing short of a miracle. It was about time, too!
"Meanwhile, why don't you go say hi to the rest of the guests? I know it's hard..." she rolled her eyes. "but at least make an effort, okay? Thanks, hun!"
Donald's heart fluttered as she smooched his cheek, and left. He glanced out over the yard, and saw quite a few familiar faces; Gus, Ludwig, Gladstone... heck, even Gyro Gearloose had shown up!
He sighed, but this one wasn't a sigh of pure despair. It did feel nice to be home, surrounded by people who most likely cared, and his nephews were even going to show up soon. Not to mention, he'd get to tease his uncle for finally taking his advice on the whole dating thing.
That alone gave Donald the pep in his step he needed as he threw himself back into the party-- where he knew his crazed family would be waiting for him.
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Sisk and the Orphanage
Part 8 of Welcome to the 5061st
This bit is really just Sisk and some cuteness. Because those two things go hand in hand.
Tags: @gottapenny @itisjustmethistime @indigosandviolets @scarecrowmax
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September 2nd, 0900
Sisk weaved his way through the crowd of children that had taken over the 5061st.The gaggle of kids had been bused in from the nearby orphanage for inoculations. They had quickly made themselves at home, running between the tents and vehicles and people, giggling in delight, and stealing everyone`s hearts. One kid bumped into Sisk`s leg, dropping the small wooden horse he had been holding. Sisk bent down, picked it up, and handed it back to the kid with a smile. The kid gave him a shy smile and took off running again. Sisk shook his head and continued on to see his two favorite cooks.
September 2nd, 0905
Grant and Talbert were busy busting their asses trying to come up with some kind of special dinner for the 5061st`s tiny guests. As Sisk walked in, the two cooks were bent over a pot, frowning at the lumpy orange mixture inside as Grant stirred it.
"Hey, what`s that supposed to be?" Sisk gestured towards the pot as he jumped up and took a seat on the table.
"Hopefully? Mac and cheese," Grant answered as he turned and looked at Sisk, "And get your ass off the table."
"Why? I`m sure Lieb`s ass has been on here plenty of times."
Sisk`s comment earned a fit of laughter from Talbert and a dirty look from Grant. Sisk smirked as he decided to get to the reason he had come for a visit in the first place.
"Anyway, I`m here with a complaint."
"Oh yeah, and whats that?"
"You're making a special meal for the kids from the orphanage but you never make us special meals. Just potatoes. Over and over. And over."
"They're orphans, Sisk. Least we could do was try to make them some good ol' mac and cheese."
Sisk pouted at that, "Well, I`m an orphan. And a draftee. And shouldn't an orphan draftee get a double special meal?" Sisk gave Grant the best puppy eyes he could.
"Don`t joke about being an orphan. That`s fucked up."
"Ain`t joking."
Grant shot a look at Sisk and then looked over at Talbert questioningly. Talbert nodded in confirmation.
"Fuck, Sisk, sorry. I didn't know."
Sisk shrugged it off. Being an orphan wasn't something he went around bragging about. Not many people on the base knew - just Tab, Lieb, Winters, and now Grant.
"Alright, look, your birthday is coming up in a couple days right? So, Tab and I will make you a double special meal then, ok?"
"If you're going to do it on my birthday, shouldn't it be a triple special meal?"
Grant let out an exasperated sigh, "Alright, it`ll be a triple special meal. Now get your ass off my table and get out of here, will ya?"
September 2nd, 1700
Sisk managed to nab some of the mac and cheese for himself and settled at a table in the far corner of the mess tent. Talbert and Grant had complained that Army cheese didn't melt properly and from the looks of it, they were right. Parts of it were downright watery while other parts had somehow remained lumpy. Sisk frowned and poked at his meal with his fork.
"How ya doin', Skinny?"
Sisk looked up as Father Powers sat down across from him.
"I`m alright, Shifty, how you been?"
Sisk mentally kicked himself at the slip up. He and Shifty had met several years before Shifty took his vows and although he was doing his best to call him by his new title instead of his old nickname, he still messed up from time to time. Shifty never minded and never said a word about it. (Honestly, he really missed everyone calling him Shifty.)
"Oh, I`m doin' quite alright. Bit worried about the kids though. The orphanage has got a real bad leak in the roof now, ya know, real bad. An' I was hopin' you might be able to use your handyman skills an' take a look at it, maybe fix it up. Me an' the kids would really appreciate it if ya could."
Sisk smiled at his old friend and nodded, "No problem."
September 3rd, 0800
Sisk wasn't sure what he expected when he arrived at the orphanage, but it wasn't this. The place was little more than a couple of small rundown buildings. The area around the buildings was mostly dirt and there was a well for water that looked about half a second from falling to pieces.
"Shif - Father, I thought you said just the roof needed fixing?"
"Aw now, don`t go worryin' about the other stuff. It needs a lot more work than just one man can handle. Just need ya to fix the roof an' keep the kids from drownin'." Shifty gave Sisk his signature sweet smile and led him to the nearest building.
September 3rd, 0845
It hardly took long for Sisk to fix the problem. He smiled up at his patch job with pride - he had always been good with his hands and it felt damn good to do something other than work on ambulances and jeeps for once.
Wiping his hand on his pants, he took a look around. From the looks of it, the building could comfortably sleep a family of four, but Sisk counted at least thirteen bedrolls.
There was also a leaky faucet, dirt floor, broken windows, a door that didn't quite close right, and a whole bunch of other problems he had spotted outside. The place needed work. A lot of it. And Shifty was right, it was way more than one person could handle.
September 4th, 0730
"Fuck, Sisk, this place is a dump."
"Watch your language around the kids. And that`s why we`re here. We`re gonna fix it up."
"Skinny, we get one day off a week. This is going to take years."
"Guess we better get moving then."
Sisk had forcibly recruited Liebgott, Babe, Lipton, and Talbert for help with the orphanage. After what Sisk saw, he couldn't stop thinking about it and knew that there was no way in good conscience he could leave it like that. And so that was how they had all ended up here on their one day off. Thankfully, Lipton took charge and started assigning jobs before Liebgott and Babe could do anymore whining.
September 4th, 2100
It had taken the five of them all day but the crumbling well, the leaky faucet, the crooked door, and broken windows had all been fixed. They even manged to install a makeshift plywood floor inside the buildings.
There were still walls to patch and a garden to expand. They had also at some point decided that they wanted to put in a basketball hoop and build some bunk beds. But all of that would have to wait until their next day off. Really, it was going to take a few days off before the place looked how they wanted. But by the end of their very long, tiresome day, they were all very much invested in their newfound project.
All the kids lined up, cheered, and waved goodbye as the worn out group climbed back in their jeeps and headed back to the base. Not even Liebgott uttered a single complaint.
September 4th, 2145
"Hey Sisk! Sisk!"
Sisk stopped in his tracks and turned towards the familiar voice shouting at him.
"Yeah?" Sisk mustered the energy to shout back.
"Get your ass over here!"
Letting out a groan, he dragged his feet towards Grant, who was waiting impatiently in the doorway to the kitchen area.
"Took you long off enough. Come on." Grant placed a hand on Sisk`s shoulder and guided him inside.
Sisk`s feet stopped in place when he saw what was on the table in front of him.
"Is that...?"
"Damn right. You`re triple special meal. Happy birthday kid." Grant smiled and patted him on the back.
Sisk couldn't sit down and start eating fast enough.
"This is real steak?!"
"Real steak and real eggs. And real ice cream for dessert." Grant was practically beaming with pride.
"How?! We haven't had real steak or eggs or ice cream since we left the states!"
"I have my ways."
On any other day, Sisk might have tried to pry in to what those ways were but right now he only cared about the food on the plate in front of him.
September 28th, 1300
It had taken a few weeks but the group had finally fixed up the orphanage to their satisfaction.
Liebgott and Babe were currently teaching some of the kids how to play basketball. Talbert was playing tag and Lipton was deeply invested in a game of hide and seek.
Skinny and Shifty sat in the shade of a tree watching the kids (and adults) running around.
"Cant thank you enough for this Skinny. You gone and done somethin' real good here, ya know."
Sisk shrugged, "Wasn't just me."
"No, I reckon not but you got the others here. Ain`t no one here gonna forget what you done."
The two men exchanged a smile and Father Powers patted Skinny on the knee, "Now come on, I think Tab and Babe might be needin' some backup on the court."
Sisk snorted and watched as a herd of children shrieking with laughter attempted to climb Tab and Babe like they were their own personal jungle gyms.
"Yeah, looks like you're right."
Sisk stood up and followed his friend towards the chaos, a smile of genuine happiness on his face. (Who would have thought such a thing was possible in the middle of a war?)
#i might have made shifty too country#but fuck it#i thought it was cute#skinny sisk#shifty powers#Welcome to the 5061st#band of brothers#band of brothers fanfiction#i wrote a thing
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Basket of gold for Ben and tiz hehe
My family is a blessing! They may not be of this plane, but you would be surprised how supportive entities and spirits can be. Without them, I would have given up on life long ago! I love them dearly. I love my son Ben, I love my daughter Felicity, my fiance Kay, my brothers Azk and Parr, and my very tired Aunt Anna. We may not always see eye to eye, but we listen to each other and honestly care for each other. I haven't seen this level of understanding in humans. I am just grateful for them, they have done nothing but build me up and bring me joy.
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B- The Fam, eh? Well, I gots a Ma & Pa, and the cutest lil sis a demon could ask for! Don' really agree with Pa on things, but what ya gonna do? I love Ma an' Filly, I guess I love da other too, just not tha same. Not much ta do bout dat. It's cushy here, lots o' food, affection and all da kids and animals ta chase round outside! Swimmin' with My Uncles in tha pools always fun, and Auntie Anna is a hoot ta rile up! I cant wait for Filly ta grow up enough ta play tag with, but at least I got plenty o' things ta do in the mean time. Auntie Ode visits sometimes, which is always fun, and sometimes me and Pa visit Grandma Lilith! My fam on dat side is pretty big if ya really think about it, but my fam here on tha physical side? Eh, not da best. My first time meetin' Ma's sis was freakin' terrible! So my human relatives aint exaclty too welcomin' or understanding, ya know? I really love Ma's grandma, she calls her Nanna, aint dat tha cutest?! She likes plants! Just like me! I love visiting her, even if she cant see me. Just wait till she comes on dis side so I can give her so many hugs and flowers! Oh , I'm gettin' a bit carried away here. What I mean is, My family is my family, and even if we gots ups and downs, it's dem bonds we make dat tie us together. Not blood or any of that love nonsense, tha bonds. What we went through together, what we endured for each other, dats what builds a family. Love and all dat sentimental sh*t is just a bonus, get me?
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Hello, we are the Neighbours - 2 (final) “Starry Night”
Summary: Virgil uses she/her and he/him. Remy uses he/him. Emile uses they/fae. Logan uses they/them
Tags: a LOT of swearwords, edginess, Teenagers scare the living shit out of me, edibles, mentions of getting high, marijuana (implied), questionable living conditions, stress, insomnia/sleeplessness, crappy parents, (depression?) SOFT SIBLING MOMENT (analogical)
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Virgil hugged his stupid friend closer, his face buried in the mess of Remy’s pastel purple sweater.
She was basically wearing nothing but a big army jacket and boxers, herself. The pinkish scars on her chest were fainting with time but still showing after all these months.
Remy was at least in a skirt longer than usual - this one actually covered his ass completely. Instead of big boots, he had white summer slippers one. He almost looked like a ballerina with his long legs, small-ish statue and flawless skin.
The sun slowly sunk down the horizon while the two cuddled.
“You know, you are almost out of there, anyway. It does not matte. You got so far, Virgil. You will get through this too, with or without me.”
She shook her head ever so slightly, her pumpkin hair curling over his shoulder. He had recently dyed it again.
Every now and then Virgil was forced into self-care. That meant Remy would drag him over to his place, give him a little bit of wellness time such as doing face masks and painting his nails. Of course, he would also give her a dye-job when necessary or just wanted. Remy was rather good at it after all. Without him, Virgil would not take such care of himself. It was all Remy’s doing.
“Nu. I will strike. I am not gonna do shit without you. I don’ wanna.”
She mumbled silently, gently hugging Remy closer. He carefully held the feral bastard close.
“You have to. You can do it. If I don’t get in, I will find work where you live and we can move in together and I will clean for you, so you and Logan don’t die.”
The smaller one curled up, his knees pressing against his chest as he put his weight against Remy in ever-persistent patience. A little snort escaped her after all.
When he was not an anxious mess, he got to be more than just the calming friend but also the braincell of the group. He was rational and got things together. No wonder he applied for studies in mechanics.
“You would do that..?”
Virgil pulled back a bit, yet still remained in her little ball of limbs. He was barely covered with his short pants in their plaid pattern. The big jacket was so drastically oversized, Virgil was sitting on it since its length clearly exceeded his height. It was supposed to be worn by someone else so it would not cover them down to their thighs.
Remy gently brushed over his shoulder.
“I would do whatever to be with your sorry ass. If you live on your own and gotta take care of another living being, you will probably just die, like, instantly. You are so fucking oblivious and sensitive after all.”
He gently nudged her.
“Be my wife.”
Remy felt heat rise in his chest. He vehemently shook his head, his stomach fuzzy all of a sudden. Thousands of little feathers tickled him from inside and his cheeks reddened to match his heated blood.
If he did not know better, he would have said that he had done no more but choked on his spit.
“Virgil!”
The illegal little potion of bitter rage hugged him against the playful struggles and shoves from his side.
“Shut up-”, he demanded squeakily, “I am not gonna be anyone’s fucking wife, I am a qUeEN.”
His voice broke at the last word, delicately proving his point in being true royalty of great manners and high levels of taste.
Remy was a true piece of art and he was, as he often repeated, “a luxury few could afford.”
A pair of headlights glanced onto their backs, lighting up the scene when the whole sky was turning dark. Their shadows were drawn out before them, making Remy shrink in on himself and look back to check who or what was approaching them.
The running car engine they could hear made it evident that this was a person rolling around in a vehicle.
Who?
Virgil pushed Remy down onto their blanket, carefully trapping him below her.
“Hey, Em, come in and hurry, we can sacrifice him right now while he is still a virgin!”
Remy threw his hands into Virgil’s face. Ungodly screeches escaped his throat as he pushed and grabbed and tore at the untouchable bastard of humankind.
“You fucking wish! Stop projecting your assless life onto me!”
Finally, Remy pushed his knees into Virgil’s guts and pushed the idiot off his shoulders. Emile had finally gotten out of the car, basket under their arm and a blanket pressed against heir chest.
“Hey, save some dumbassery for me!”, fae complained as they plopped down between the two. Honestly, they felt like those kind of people everyone would comment on about how much they behaved like an old, married couple.
Not that they were wrong.
“I am not duuuumb!”, Remy whined.
He sat up again, shoulders quickly pressing against Emile’s who got comfortable. That bastard was really out there, fucking wearing a leather-like jacket with spikes and shit. He could see the colours on the dark material and could only assume faem to have customised the article.
They were the only one to have covered legs. Black ripped-jeans hugged their endlessly long walking sticks and their feet were covered in worn-out sneakers. Void of any big brand names or associations, of course.
Probably all of this was either made by private businesses, friends, faerself or smaller companies barely anyone knew about.
“Emile, put some sense into her! He is being a real bitch again”
Virgil blew raspberries to the complainer and immediately threw his legs over Emile’s inviting lap.
“If you got an issue with cuddles, you better go and sit on his side”, she challenged silently. Emile did not budge, much to his delight.
“Good bean.”
The newby commented with a little chuckle, gently drawing Emile in by putting one arm around him.
“I got ya two cuties some drinks on the way here. Who wants the coffee and who wants the cotton candy pink whatever capitalism-victim? You two definitely need something to suck on.”
Virgil waved his arms around, stimmy hands flapping like birds’ wings. His long sleeves smacked themselves due to them exceeding his fingers. Her heart was fluttering in sudden excitement. He was aflame like a bunch of dry grass set on fire.
“YES! Gimme gimmeee gimmeeeee!! I want the caffeine!”
She pointed at the basket and reached for it but Remy quickly smacked their sleeves away.
“You are not getting any fucking caffeine, you half-dead junkie zombie, you”, Remy cursed. In a flare of problem-solving skills, he pulled the basket closer, just out of reach from the slightly shorter idiot. He grabbed the caffeine-packed cup of ice-cold sin.
Fae blinked, unimpressed, “Just hand me the chocolate one. Pink unicorn is for our rainbow bunny, then.”
Remy’s smile grew even wider.
Did they say... bunny...?
Virgil pouted in return, her reaction less than ideal. Instead of complaining, his legs pulled them closer by their lap and rested there, snuggled up against the pal with the colourful hair. Not even a beanie this time.
“I am not a bunny”
He slurped up some of the pinkish drink from hell.
It was tasty.
Such a bitch.
How dare it be tasty when he tried to be angry with Emile for giving him free stuff and falsely calling him a bunny when he was clearly a unicorn! Like the drink!
Remy nodded sagely, sensing a bit of mood at this moment.
“Virgil thinks he is a unicorn despite looking like a bunny but that is okay. We still love him.”
His hand sneaked over to her, gently patting her shoulder and indirectly bringing himself closer to Emile in the process.
Not that anyone was complaining.
He was simply slurping his iced coffee in gratitude. It calmed down his hot face and fidgety fingers. Holding the cool cup gave his fingers something to do at least.
For a moment, Emile’s forest eyes looked into his soul. Fae blinked and nodded before turning back to Virgil.
“Virgil, do you feel like a unicorn? Do you identify as one?”
Emile looked at her, carefully brushing over her legs as they attempted to keep eye contact. Virgil looked away, face fully averted.
Fae patiently squeezed his leg.
“If you want me to call you unicorn, I will. I just liked the nickname bunny for you because you jump a lot and are very active.”
Remy smiled. He did not notice but he leaned against Emile’s patient shoulder with his own head.
Fae minded the contact with a little blink and one of faer unoccupied hands moving to take Remy’s.
The pouting smalls still looked away, stubbornly staring at the sky instead of facing the other two idiots.
“You know, I really hate littering, too.”
Virgil cleared her throat, gently hugging her flat stomach a bit. It was not exactly colder than before but maybe by now his open jacket and exposing outfit proved to be impractical for stargazing together.
“If you call me bunny and nobody else, I am okay. And if you mean it as a nice name. Remy too. Even though Remy was a butt about it because I know I am a unicorn, even with ears!”
His voice got a bit louder. Then she nodded in self-assurance to end the sentence and prove a point. He pulled a phone up with him on it, hood over his head, the bunny ears flailing around from the impact of being so harshly moved around.
The small friend snuggled up to Emile and reached out to hold Remy’s hand too.
“You are dumb but you are both okay. You two can call me bunny but I will stab anyone else who tried to do that.”
She huffed softly.
Remy squeezed their hands together and put Virgil’s and Emile’s soft hands together.
“You are our little bunny, then.”
The tallest of the three hummed in thought, their eyes slipping close.
“You guys wanna get high now or later? Because I am ready.”
Virgil shook his head.
“Can’t. I will die.”
Remy nudged Emile so much, it pushed them all against Virgil and had her nearly topple over. She hissed at Remy and angrily glared at him.
“You gotta take a chill pill. I will bring you home with me and the day after. We came in one car anyway.”
Emile looked between them.
“What is the issue? Do you have to go home later?”
Their voice was so smooth and innocent, it felt like talking to a child for just a moment. They both knew there was more than enough wit between these words to take down a whole system.
“I gotta take care of my baby sibling. They are tiny baby and need someone to look out for them.”
Remy shook his head adamantly.
“Logan is, like, 13 and would love to be home alone from your exhausted ass. If you wanna, I will babysit them with Emile. You mind that at all?”
The addressed pal stole a quick glance from Remy for just a moment before looking into the dark night sky.
“It is settled. Virgil, we are officially kidnapping your hot butt and putting you on high duty of being dummy idiotic and free of responsibilities for a few hours. We will take a look at your sibling, too. Promise.”
Virgil let out a whine.
Her hand pushed the now empty cup into the abandoned basket Emile had brought along.
He laid down all over Remy’s and Emile’s long legs in the dramatic flair of imitating death or at least heavy defeat.
“Mmm... will you give me ice cream?”
Emile nodded, gently brushing through her hair.
“I got ice cream at home but we can also buy some just for you if you don’t wanna depend on that.”
The third in their group yipped out a happy sound of agreement.
“We can ask Logan to sleep at a friend’s place or be there with us and wait until they sleep. They go to sleep super early anyway, that nerd.”
The laying swan .. bunny.. uh... unicorn? Shrugged.
“ ‘s kinda cute.. they care about school n all. They are so good. They are too good.”
It sounded like a lament rather than a praise. There was so much pain in these words.
“That sounds nice, bunny. Sounds like your sibling learned a lot of nice things from you. I am sure that must be a lot.”
She took a deep breath.
Remy gave a meaningful nod towards Emile who, in turn, licked faer lips.
“I am proud of you but it is important to rest. Will you let us give you ice cream and take care of you?”
For a moment, the only answer was the bright light coming from the moon. Pale white illuminated the meadow. The stars were shining as always but their light was so far away, it barely reached them. From them, it seemed as if they were not bright at all because the moon was reflecting the light so prettily, it overpowered them all.
“Only if you get dumb with me and we do funny things?”
Remy squeezed their hands together, his second joining the pile of fingers.
“Of course. Now, text your baby sibling.”
The smaller one pulled out his phone and sloppily pulled out a phone.
“Jus do?”
The three got together, packing up their things and obviously taking their things with them.
“What is this?”
Remy followed Emile’s finger pointing at a bag of trash. He shrugged in return.
“We collected trash because Virgil really hates littering, you know?”
The mentioned bean shook his head and shrugged.
“Fuck pollution”, she defended herself as the taller one lead her to the car they shared, “see you in a bit?”
Remy texted Logan with Virgil’s phone and sent an address to their chat with Emile.
“Yo, I sent you the place we are going to drive to. You got that?”
Fae shrugged.
“I can literally just follow you guys like the little shadow I am. Just don’t drive like speeding dicks and I will be fine.”
Remy nodded. Virgil mumbled in agreement and pushed the trashbag into the car’s trunk. It was his car after all. Remy did not have an own car yet. It was more of a shared thing.
Together, they drove over to Virgil. On the way, Logan texted them how they would stay with a friend called Patton. Since Virgil knew Patton more than enough, she did not freak out but instead shrugged it off, told Remy and agreed under the condition of driving Logan there with the others.
Logan.. did not seem to mind.
Did they know Emile would join in?
Whether they did, the three arrived.
Virgil already munched on the space brownies, happily nibbling at the dark chocolatey delight of deep, sweet-bitter taste.
It was an experience.
At least there were no nuts in this.
Well... walnuts would probably be fine..
The three got out, one by one. Virgil first and Emile last.
She patiently took faer and then his hand before leading them over to the small apartment complex with the many little doors. It was a humble little location, the flats looked like miniature versions of actual living spaces for human beings but it was just enough for the modest taste of the tired middle pal of the trio.
He nudged the others towards the building and climbed the stairs.
“The brownies are tasty, Em. You are a real baker genius or.. like, something like that.”
She blinked at the intense lights. One of the white lights was flickering every now and then and it was somewhat bothersome to the eye.
“You ate them already?”
A bit of surprise tinged Emile’s voice. Remy held back a laughter.
“Yeah, Virgil is a thirsty and hungry hoe, no wonder he did that.”
Something in his words screamed “get used to it”. Fae did not know what to feel about this but took it with the humour of a baby adult.
“Not to take advantage of that but I don’t hate that.”
Virgil giggled.
“Shhhh, wait until Logan is gooohne,, They is a really clever baby sib thing, you know.”
More chuckled filled the air and made the stairway echo in giggles and delight from the trio.
They got up eventually, settling on the 7th level where Virgil unlocked apartment C and pushed the door open.
“Yo, I am back! Don’t cook meth, the neighbours will get jealous.”
He dropped the key in a little bowl on a shelf that leaned against the wall for support. The hallway welcomed the trio with faded colours and old, creaking wood planks as ground.
Emile blinked at the floor with a frown.
“Do you want us to keep our shoes on?”
Remy shook his head, his mouth opening to answer but a sound interrupted them.
A voice, more specifically.
“Virgil, please refrain from making comments of such kind. It is highly unlikely for anyone around here to cook methane, let alone you or me.”
A composed voice, stone-faced according to Emile’s feelings, replied to Virgil’s dismissive words and lazy greeting.
The trash was still in Remy’s hands.
“Fuck, I forgot this shit. You mind?”
Logan appeared. Well, it had to be Logan unless Emile had missed about another person living with her - and Logan.
The sibling was younger than Virgil, their face more tan yet somewhat soft and void of the exhaustion the life of emerging adulthood had already put on Virgil’s dark eyes. Especially evident were how there were no bags under Logan’s eyes while Virgil seemed to have never slept in his entire life, perhaps.
Maybe she did not sleep so everyone else could sleep? Like a sandman.
Logan was dressed in something reminding Remy of a suit. It was this undershirt-kinda thing Emile identified as waist coat. It was dark and hugged their slender figure. Blue? It looked pretty much like rather dark blue. They seemed a bit taller than Virgil, around as tall as Remy, almost - not quite. Their shirt was white and looked so ironed out, Emile could not even find a single wrinkle.
They were not wearing shoes but only white socks and long black pants. The waistcoat had a single chain or metal leading to a little pocket.
“Hello Remy, a pleasure to see you again. Do not worry about the bag. I will take it with me on the way down - “
Virgil piped up.
“WE! You are not going alone! It is dark and scary and I am your big shit and am telling you that you gotta hold my hand and be driven to your friend.”
Logan rolled their eyes, dark orbs behind black frames seemingly shrinking in something like annoyance.
However, there was a fond smile on their lips despite it being small. It was still there and when Virgil approached the sibling for a good old hug, they received it and even returned it, even if it was not as passionate.
Something warm pumped through Emile’s face and chest.
Seeing the two siblings cuddle made fae feel all giddy and comfortable.
“Of course. I agreed to your conditions after all.”
Only now Emile realised Logan was wearing a tie. They adjusted it despite it being in perfect position. Nothing was wrong with it..
It..
It had a pattern like constellations on it. Yes, clearly. Fae could see Leo right under their neck.
“Hello, you must be Virgil’s new friend. I am Logan.”
The, the small baby sibling was before faem, hand stretched out and dark eyes looking into faem as if it was a challenge to look serious and convincing.
It was more than effective, to be frank.
“Yeah, I am Emile. Fae/faer, please. You use anything but they/them?”
They nodded a bit, their facial features softening somewhat.
“Thank you”
The words came out like a whisper. Emile smiled.
“Virgil, I am fucking adopting this kid, you have to marry me or some shit. This is now my bastard child!”
A hysterical fit of giggles could be heard while Logan was silently rolling his eyes so hard, Remy swore they moved a bit out of his face’s centre.
Remy pouted audibly.
“Ya get rights on my sibling, I don’t make the rules. Logan, you are loved by these dummies! It is the law, we are your personal protection squad!”
Remy blew out some air but nodded.
“Yeppers, we will do the illegal shit with you to keep you safe. We are gotta fake your a voting ID so you can change the world already.”
The tallest of the pals sucked in a breath.
“I know how to fake a voting ID! I made myself one, too! Hold on!”
Logan turned towards the new person, this Emile guy. The sound of giggles was still around and surely coming closer.
“Hey, hey, make sure to have it be a good fake. Can’t have the good kiddo fuck up a great lifeeee”, she argued, “They will be super fine because they are a great and lovely person. LOGAN I LOVE YOU!”
They closed their eyes instead of rolling them. Their lips curled further into a more than evident smile and a small hint of pink tinted their pale cheeks.
“I l-love you too, Virgil. Please calm down, it is quite alright. I am just me.”
Virgil was back by now, a little box in his hands.
“Shut up, be proud of yourself. You have amazing grades, super engagement in different projects and activities and you are a bright person with great competences. You are trying and working a lot to get this far and I am proud of you. You should be, too. I barely finished school with my shitty grades. It was mostly pity”
Virgil blinked softly. Her hand gently brushed over their cheek and carefully patted its side. Emile and Remy moved out of the way to give the siblings some space. They obviously had a moment going on.
“I don’t care what you make of yourself. I just want you to be happy and proud of what you do. We all know we were not born to be perfect and yet you are here and doing this.. this fucking badassery of ace-ing all ya exams and life shit and all.”
She scooted closer.
“I know Patton likes quiche I make, so I packed some for you two to share. I put money in, too. Get snacks and order something if you two need it, alright? I love you, kiddo. I really do.”
He snuggled up to them and gave their pale cheeks a soft smooch. The elder sibling mumbled softly.
“If you complain about the money, I will bite your nose. Just take it. Financial worries are mine, not yours.”
Logan looked at Virgil, a shadow darkening their pale features. It was like a tree branch in the night, throwing a scary shadow into the room of a young and gullible child.
They abandoned the doubt and shook it off with a new sense of hardness in their eyes. It was sparkling determination.
“Have fun with your friends, please. I want you to take care of yourself, too. You and I both know that a good social life helps your mental health which, in turn, positively affects your overall well-being.”
Virgil blinked, happy beams radiating from her old orbs.
“You are the best sibling I could have ever wished for, Lo.”
She cleared her throat, wiping over her wet eyes.
“Time to fucking get ya to you friend! Ree will drive you and I will have ice-cream like a real champ!”
“REEEE, EEEEEM! Let us gOOOO!”
The middle man came back in, Emile right on his ass.
“You finished your drama? You won’t stab us if we come back in?”
Virgil giggled under the scolding look from his sibling. She shrugged dismissively.
“I am ready to go. I will wait in the car.”
They got pushed the little container into their backpack and put it over their shoulders before grabbing the trash and retrieving the keys from his sibling.
“Nuu, you are a baby and we gotta go with you. Reeeemileeey~ Come with me~”
The two got ready and joined as requested.
“DId you fuse our names?!”
There was an unusual amount of excitement in Emile’s voice. Not that they were not usually excited and happy but this was on a whole new level. There was a sense of knowledge and expectation in faer tone of voice.
It was difficult for Virgil to put her finger on it, considering she started feeling a bit more of an effect from the edibles she had consumed. Remy noted the excitement with his own piece of interest.
“I fuuuused your names and they fit together sooo well!”
As Virgil giggled, Emile’s eyes seemed to double in size, more so the black pools in the middle of these wild orbs.
Remy blinked at this change, his own curiosity swinging into the direction of excitement as well.
He wanted to know about the things that got Emile to bounce on faer feet like the most adorable danger stick in the whole history of humankind.
Something glowed in these mysterious eyes and Remy wanted to know more about it.
Well, for know it was time to take responsibility and drive them all to Patton.
He still wanted to know about it, so he took a chance when they had arrived and the three remained in the car alone, Virgil cuddled up to Emile and holding hands with glowing cheeks and a free heart.
Logan waved goodbye one last time and disappeared into the warm home of a loving family. A whole family.
“Em, what is so exciting about fusions? Do you like those kinda things?”
For a moment, his mind wandered as he tapped his foot down onto the pedals and started driving again in first gear before shifting higher.
He did not have the opportunity to glance into the rear-view mirror and see their face light up like a burning candle. Certainly, if he knew about how much he had missed, he would have cursed his own care about safe driving.
“I L-O-V-E fusions!”
A giggled followed faer sudden spray of words. The excitement pitched their voice into a higher vocal range.
Unexpected but lovely in a way it made Remy’s heart throb with just as much energy as Emile offered him. He let himself giggle a bit while Virgil was nothing but a puddle of chuckles and snickers. The half-naked pal hugged Emile close, seemingly absorbing their enthusiasm.
“Why do you like fusions so much, lovely?”
Remy licked his lips, tasting the delicious energy in the air. He relished in just a quick glance into the rear-view mirror in which he saw Virgil and Emile bonking the sides of their heads together, the latter bouncing a bit in faer seat.
His heart was blooming.
These two were the summer of his life.
“Th.-they !! Do y-you know of-of S-Steve Un-Univ-verse?”
Their hands were everywhere, Remy noticed. Virgil put himself on high-five duty whenever these hands moved places and suddenly appeared next to him or in front of his nose or behind Remy’s head.
To her, it was as if these hands appeared out of nowhere while Emile fawned his happy juices into every direction of this car.
Remy readily took in everything he could with a smile on his lips and promises in his chest. Sadly, he still had to shake his head but he prompted them.
“Enlighten us, would you?”
Fae continued, hands still moving in a somewhat erratic manner.
“S-So in - I .. I mean, y-you know”, they started, then stopped, then started again just to take a short pause.
Faer face fell into a statute-like aesthetic as fae deliberated what to say. The happy glows in their orbs were forever-persistent.
“Mw, Em.. Emiiiiile”, Virgil cooed softly, patting their hair, “You are wonderful.. your.. y... sEt.. pf.. ph-... STEVEN is your FRIEND and really wonderpoof too.”
She nodded, a sense of importance surrounding her. It gave her an expression of wisdom and some sort of... safe space. There was acceptance in his features.
Even when he mispronounced and misunderstood everything going on.
Virgil eagerly patted Emile’s poofy hair while nodding more, her happy curls jumping up and down the sides of her face like excited monkeys.
“So-sO! Steven is-is a human a-and he is part of the-the cry-c..c-crystal gems who are basically alien stones with magic. Oh, and they have weird adventures t-t-together and ev-everything is soft and ni-nice!”
Fae bounced in the back seat and Virgil enthusiastically moved along without even having a single clue of what was happening at the moment.
They clapped and she mimicked the movements with confused nods and delayed yaps.
“Magic Stpehen.. ph..phatven...”
Virgil looked at his hands, confusion spinning in their lost eyes. Maybe staring into her fingers could answer her the question of how it came that “Steven” was so difficult to pronounce.
They did not, if you wondered, too.
Emile smiled, gently brushing through his hair.
The most gentle of all smiles adorned their face as they soothed Virgil ever so patiently. The flapping piece of oversized jacket and mad boxers eventually nestled in faer lap and hugged these legs calmly. Every now and then, Emile would receive a loving pat to their skin because Virgil forgot what they felt like. Or because she was curious about what skin did when being touched and moved and shoved or patted.
They patiently stroked his hair further while Remy had a hard time keeping his gay together and himself focused.
Luckily, they arrived and got back up, Virgil insistently patting and hugging every door, pole and wall they did not pull him away from.
She was a really excited person in this state.
When they got into the apartment, Remy lead them to the couch, considering Virgil was a bit less in the position to know where anything or anyone was.
They snuggled up again, this time Virgil was in the middle and fidgeting with a magic cube.. rubrix.. thingy.. hihi, it felt funny!
“Remy, loook!”
She pushed the cube into his hands and hugged Emile close.
“Magical cube”, Virgil explained, voice mimicking the tone of a captivating conspiracy video.
“Very magical, cube”, fae agreed.
Remy nodded.
“Magical like these rad fucking shits you made. We are gonna see more than stars, we will see an entire galaxy!”
His words were purring in amusement.
Virgil lazily blinked at Remy, then slowly turned to Emile and just.. dropped their head to the side, completely overdoing the “tilting your head” business.
“Sooo.. are we.. a fusion?”
A clank could be heard and suddenly, Virgil whined and hugged the two close.
“The magical cube disappeared! I...m-..magic!”
His voice dropped into the sounds of scary camp fire horror stories once more.
“...m a g i c.”
The tallest of the three pushed another biscuit to Remy who gladly consumed the sweet, spacey treat.
“You are magic, you two fusers”, Emile purred back in reply and gently snuggled back, carefully pecking Virgil. This time, a whine arouse from Remy’s throat.
Emile shook faer head, a wild grin decorating this precious face.
Was that a little scar on their cheekbone? Oh, those cheekbones...
Remy got so lost in Emile’s pretty face, he barely noticed it coming close, Emile’s eyes closing sensually, slowly...
Then, their lips brushed against one another. Lonely mouth and alluring goal meeting and pressing together, closing around one another like embracing lovers after a long period of distancing.
“waHOOOO, G A Y!!”
Virgil cheered for them, leaving the youngest of the three to pull away from Remy, skin like cherry blossoms in the heat of spring.
Fae simply let him, innocently commenting with nothing but a whipping of faer eyelashes towards the shy one.
“Is that new for you, Virgil?”
The playful breeze of something like a rivalry returned, nestling between the moody couple of different extremes. The trio’s shortest and longest member looked at each other, a special dynamic reigning between them and drawing them closer.
“New that he gets the kisses first”, Virgil answered in unabashed honesty.
Instead of hiding behind witty remarks and sarcastic or snarky comments, she off-handedly pronounced the issue and pulled Emile in, gently pulling at the leather collar of this damn self-improved jacket.
It was surprisingly soft, compared to last time, at least.
Their lips were raspberries squeezing together ever so slightly, merely touching more than for a fleeting moment.
Virgil was the one to pull away.
It was Emile’s turn to be flustered at this moment. Fae slowly backed up, settling into faer space on the couch and taking another one of the beaked treats. They nibbled on them, hiding their face while Virgil pushed her legs onto faer lap and rested her head on Remy’s happy thighs. His skirt was rolled up a little so he got to feel his hair.
“You two taste so sweet...”
Remy shrugged, face still ablaze without his knowledge. He suspected it, though.
“Hey, Em. You going to college when the holidays are over?”
The taller one took the moment to appreciate Remy’s timing and tasteful change of topics while Virgil delightfully brushed over his exposed stomach in mild interest.
“I am just here for a summer job, I guess I told you guys”, fae mumbled softly as faer fingers moved to catch up to Virgil’s tracing fingerpads.
“After that I am going to Yban University further up the north. What about you guys?”
Virgil was chuckling and squirming when Emile started stroking his exposed skin.
He was ticklish, Remy remembered fondly.
“Virgil is gonna go up there too, but for working. So you can hang out with Logan if you want to!”
Remy winked and Emile stuck out their tongue at him.
“Don’t fuck the baby sibling.”
The small anger dwarf flailed and gasped.
“Nu, fuck me instead!”
Emile fucking starting to cough up during a weird mix of laughing and choking on his own mind and his partners’ words.
“Not na- now!”, fae gasped out, wiggling a bit but staying in place, more or less.
“Man”, Remy started, softly offering his hand for Emile to hold while his other was still carding through Virgil’s hair, “I will go up and study. It is surreal.”
He blinked.
“Holy fuckening, we are going to the same spot! I will move in with Virgil, like, fucking literally. As soon as I get my acceptance email and letter.. I .. I am.. gonna.. I will fuck your landlord.”
Emile was playing with their hair while stroking over these exposed legs.
“You two.. wanna hang out if we all end up in the same spot? That would be cool.”
Remy patted the spot close to him and gestured towards Emile, then back to the spot as he started to lay down. They got the message and followed suit.
Together, the three cuddled up, now laying and still high off their butts.
“It is perfect”, Em yawned, gently kissing the back of Remy’s hand.
Virgil nodded softly and pushed her nose against the other two pals’ noses.
“If you guys are with me, I can do all. I will get all done. I can do it.”
At least he tried saying that. His words came out as a jumble of weird sounds.
Laughter erupted and Virgil snuggled up, eyes closed and gently smooching the two before drifting off to sleep while the others whisper-screamed whatever thing seemed absolutely hilarious at the moment.
If they would stay together, she knew they would all be fine. They would all make it.
He was certain of it.
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An Ending Within--Ch. 4
Chapter 4
My shoulder ached. Pins and needles trickled down my forearm just as fire took over my deltoid. I wriggled, struggled to get my knees under me. Becky had me locked into the Disarm Her, and I was seconds away from tapping out. My elbow burned.
“Tap!” Becky shouted. “C’mon, tap!”
I screamed, kicking my boots against the mat. This wasn’t how I wanted to lose… not my last match. I knew that Becky had to win. I knew my time in WWE was over. Even though I was ready to move on, I wanted to end like I’d begun.
Moving was like stabbing a knife into my shoulder blade. I wriggled until I got up onto my knees. It surprised Becky enough that her grip relaxed. I jerked my arm back and crab scrambled back into the corner.
Gasping. An ache that was bone deep. Too long spent in the submission.
Grip the ropes. Pull, scrape, claw myself to my feet. They were wobbly beneath me.
I saw Becky take off from the opposite corner. She’d try the shoulder takedown. I ran, throwing myself low. My shoulder slammed into her ribs, knocking the wind out of her. We both hit the mat hard. The spear took more out of me than it did her.
Groaning, rolling onto my back, desperate to get a deep breath. How long had this match been going on? It had to be almost over. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to end it or go until I couldn’t stand.
Becky got to her feet before I could. Every move I made… she was ten steps and two seconds ahead. My head throbbed. Things were going sideways.
I rolled onto my hands and knees, beating my fists on the mat and screaming. I thought of Dean and that first match we had on Raw. I thought of how the Shield stood by him when he fought his last match. More than anything, I wished he was there.
I wished…
Footsteps pounded on the steel ramp. I looked up to see Seth and Roman stalking to the ring. They took up positions right where I could see them. Tears burned my eyes. I knew, somewhere out there, Dean was watching this moment, hoping that he could be here, too.
The end was coming. I knew it was moments away. But I wouldn’t go down without a fight.
On my feet. Rushing at Becky. Superkick that shoves her back into the corner. Climbing to the second rope, blow after blow across her chest and shoulders. The echoing count of one blow after the other… the quiet after nine.
Hands around my waist, a hard shove outward. I landed hard on my stomach, the wind rushing out of me. Frantic pushing, rolled onto my back. The weight of another body on top of mine.
The final pin fall. I couldn’t draw this out anymore. I knew, wherever he was, Dean was proud of me.
One…
Two…
Three.
The bell rang, shouts echoed off the rooftops. Screams of adulation and exhilaration mixed in with boos of unhappiness. The weight disappeared. Becky got to her feet, took the belt that was now hers. I covered my eyes, trying not to cry. I could hear Roman on the outside. The outrage was useless. Everyone knew this was it.
The end.
The end of the Shield. They’d had their last ride with Dean. This was mine.
I sat up, pushed my red and black hair out of my face. My toes tingled, the tell-tale sign of exhaustion in my surgically repaired leg. My entire body ached, and I wanted to break down in tears. The end was worse than I thought it would be.
Something heavy thumped onto the mat nearby. Hands appeared in my field of vision. The bright blue nails of my friend. Becky took my hands and pulled me up to my feet. Her arms went around me and I couldn’t help it… I collapsed into her, hugging her tightly as the last moments of my career in WWE faded away.
“I’m gonna miss ya, Llane,” she said between gasped breaths. “Don’ be a stranger, alrigh’?”
I squeezed her tight. “Thank you for this, Becks. I’m glad it was you.”
She gave me one last squeeze before she pulled away. She grabbed her title and climbed the ropes, holding it up for the crowd. Her music swelled through the arena as she disappeared up the ramp.
The mat bounced as Seth and Roman entered the ring. When I finally made myself look at them, they were both in tears. I sucked in one breath after another, trying to calm the terror-filled racing of my heart.
Suddenly, they had mics in their hands. Seth swallowed hard, his face going red as he tried to hold back sobs. He brought the mic to his mouth once… twice… three times before he said anything.
“I hate this,” he said honestly. His voice broke a little as he spoke. “You know, Roman knows, these people know—” he gestured to the crowd “—that I’d give anything to make you change your mind. But if I’ve learned one thing about you in the last few years, Llane Black, it’s this. You are a badass. You looked the worst in the face and didn’t back down. You are here right now because you refused to take no for an answer, and for that… you are the strongest person I’ve ever met.”
I wiped at my eyes, knowing that everything he said was straight from his heart.
“And I love you more than you could ever imagine.”
With that, he caved. The mic popped as it hit the mat. I raced toward him, throwing myself into his arms. He gripped me so tightly that I could hardly breathe. “I love you, Colby. And Seth and Tyler. Every little bit of you.”
The audience hooted and hollered. There were chants of Thank you, Shield and Thank you, Llane mixed in with Please don’t go. I cried a little harder. It was a repeat of that last match with Dean.
Roman cleared his throat. “I’m not much for goodbyes, and you know it. No matter where you go or what you do, never forget that you are a Hound. And we take care of our own. I love you, itiiti. And I always will.”
He joined the hold, hugging the two of us, whispering in Samoan until the ache in my heart soothed. I clutched at him. My brother, the calm inside the storm.
We stood in the ring amid chants and shouts for a moment. When I finally trusted my voice, I took the mic from Seth. He leaned against the ropes in the corner, almost as if he couldn’t stand up beneath his grief.
I took a deep breath and faced the WWE Universe for the last time. “There’s a lot that could be said right now. But I want to thank each and every one of you for your support, your love, and your energy. I couldn’t have done what I have without you.”
The rafters rumbled with the claps and stomps.
I spared a glance at Roman. He nodded. “Let me leave you with this, more than a thank you, more than a promise of how much you’ve meant to me. A wise man once said, if there’s something you want to do or something you want to be, don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t. If anyone tells you that you can’t do something, you put two fingers in the air, and you march forward and you tell them that the Shield said so!”
I dropped the mic on the mat, my lip trembling as I climbed these ropes for the last time. Seth and Roman took up their places on the turnbuckles, both of them turned to face me. We stood there for a long moment, drinking in the sound of the fans saying their last goodbyes. I hadn’t been a Hound for long, but to the WWE Universe… to the three men who had made me one of their pack, their family… I would always be part of the Shield.
Seth and Roman rolled out of the ring. I bowed my head, thanked my lucky stars that I’d been in this position. That I’d met these people who had changed my life in so many ways. When I climbed the ropes one last time, when I stepped up onto the ring post and let myself fall backward, I felt calm. Like ocean waves. Like the faint buzz of electricity. Like energy swishing through my veins.
They caught me easily, flipped me heels over head. We walked up the ramp, arms around one another. At the top, we turned to face the still roaring, chanting crowd. I breathed deep, swallowed hard. Glanced to one side, saw my husband, the love of my life, red-faced and glassy-eyed, trying like hell to keep it together. On the other, my brother, my dearest friend.
Fingers curled. Tape stretching against my skin. Arm extended, fists bumping together as the cameras roll out.
One final time.
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someone said this and its so true "You guys need to chill with the Michael and Maria bashing! If you hate Michael and Maria so much then dont watch the clip! Everytime I see hate comments about this relationship it shows how immature the malex fandom is! This relationship is not rushed you guys are just to obsessed with malex to realize it! It's the same as the books, Michael and Maria never got along, Michael never trusted humans cause of how he was raised and Maria always thought he was a asshole, but when she finds out about aliens they get closer, Michael starts letting her in and Maria realizes how wrong she was about him and they eventually become one of the most popular couples in the books even more popular than max and liz! Malex are great but if you hate Michael and Maria so much than stay off the damn clip! The fact that alot of you guys are hating on them and acting like it's a surprise their together when the title literally says Michael and Maria is ridiculous! You guys need to grow up! Ya'll are forgetting this is based off a book just cause they changed some stuff and changed Michael and Alex's sexuality doesn't mean they cant still focus on Michael and Maria's relationship! You guys are reminding me of the faberry fandom from glee they never got together but were so blinded by the love for them you didn't want them with anyone else! You malex fans are what makes this shows fandom so toxic, cause you cant handle then with anyone else! Michael and Maria are a main couple in the books if the writers want them together then grow the hell up and just watch it if you hate them so much stop watching the show cause it's clearly not for you if ur just watching for malex! What are you gonna do when alex's new love interest comes in next Monday you gonna start hating on them to? Seriously grow the fuck up! The fact that Gabriella had to actually delete some people's comments shows how immature ya'll are!!!"
"And that's fine it's normal to use YouTube if you have no other way to watch a show I do that to but if you dont like them then you don't have to watch the clip, its obvious by the title that it was just gonna be them and you still watched it, and if you really think they were forced than you clearly haven't read the books! The development between them is pretty similar, the only difference between the book and show development is Maria found out about aliens later on and they now have a competition, in the books their are no Michael and Alex their both straight, that's the only real difference! Maria always hated Michael because of how he would act with her because he always put so many walls up and didn't like letting people in cause of how he was treated with his foster dad, when Maria finds out about aliens that's when they get closer because they realize how wrong they were about each other, no one thinks that Michael and Maria are forced exept the people who never read the books or watched the original series, even people who shipped malex are starting to like these two together cause their open to it , obviously not everything is gonna be accurate to the books but considering Michael and Maria are a big part of the books just like max and Liz its understandable they they have them together, if your that type of fan that only watches for the couple than you should stop now cause they obviously wont be together this Season which honestly isn't a big deal, if your that person who watches a show because they like it then just skip the ones where you dont wanna see the people you don't like in cause it's not like you'll be missing much, Michael genuinely cares for Maria but people are so obsessed with malex that they don't wanna see it!" FACT TRUTH!!
credit to this as long as malex shippers alex stans keep coming to miluca videos on youtube to complain hate attack and be rude then i will keep putting whatever i want in the malex alex tags got it either get yall toxic crazy only want malex to be together bc y’all want a gay ship so bad like go watch shameless shadowhuters all the skams ect. when malex is the actuall forced ship they didn’t even exist until rnm and miluca the real ship was/is always there will always be there and be canon no matter what y’all wish!!
I’m gonna be real with y’all I don’t care about y’all or your feelings or ur ship as longs y’all stop coming for my girl Maria and Her cute boyfriend Micheal we good and I won’t bother you but y’all constantly hating on her being the most racist misagynior and biphobes ever so yeah I’m just gonna be just like you if nothing else works at least it makes y’all pressed which is fun for me to see, so keep Maria miluca and Micheal out off ur dirty mouths if not y’all be seeing a lot more off me my opinions and if that bothers you just block me it ain’t that hard okay
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15x02 commentary
bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)
Hello and welcome:
@purpleskiesandcherrypies (Nat)
@dean-winchesters-bacon (Kat)
@waywardbaby (Zee)
@ain-t-bovvered (Giulia)
Nat : ready?
Zee: Yes
Zee: No
Giulia: Yeah yeah YEAH
Nat : go
Giulia: GOD
Nat : NICE
Zee: Not jack dying again
Giulia: Can they stop making me see Jack dying again
Giulia: That must be a real tiny ass town tho
Nat : Ah, something's gonna happen
Zee: I read tiny ass and was trying to figure out what it meant
Zee: Really?
Giulia: The fuck is she doing
Nat : Ah Rob
Nat : Is that still in that town?
Zee: That ain’t rob bitch
Nat : Ah yeah
Giulia: There are ALWAYS people who don’t evacuate
Giulia: PRIORITIES
Nat : Why is she not at the school
Nat : Woo? Woo girls being stabbed and it sounds like this?
Zee: Because she dum
Nat : Who is this
Giulia: AH LOL
Giulia: spelling bee
Nat : An academic ghost
Giulia: thank you NAN
Zee: Nice
Giulia: The chains are already there
Zee: Louder Sam
Nat : lol Sammy
Nat : sHorTlY
Zee: Say it like you mean it sam
Giulia: Shut up
Zee: Cas’s “we're fucked” look
Nat : I'm not their favorite
Nat : snorts
D: So you were a dick to 'em in Hell, huh?
B: No, I did my job. It's Hell. It's not a day spa.
Giulia: well he’s not wrong
Zee: Crowley whiplash
Zee: Poor dean
D: Why are you helping?
Giulia: YEAH why
I told you, I like Hell the way it was. I'm a good soldier.
Can I direct you to Dean’s “surprised” eyebrows at the ‘ I’m a good soldier?’ I think that tell a lot.
Giulia: ESCAPE ATTEMPT
Nat : Dangerous ghosts
Nat : Touble T?
Zee: Jack the Ripper
Nat : Great
Giulia: OH GREAT COOL
Giulia: cool cool cool
Nat : How is Jack the Ripper in the US tho
Zee: Because that’s where the Winchester’s challenged Chuck Nat
Giulia: Idk man...americans likes to have everything
Nat : Claiming ghosts that are not theirs
Giulia: AND of course there must be the stupid humans
Nat : Ah, this reminds me of something
Giulia: Oh look a ghostmeeting
Zee: Claiming ghosts, raising hell. The hell business
Giulia: OH that’s Jack the ripper then
Nat : Apparently MYSTERY SOLVED
Giulia: Where’s the accent
Nat : He apparently adapts
Nat : Wow, that's a great idea to sneak in
Giulia: AH sneeky humans
Zee: WHY?
Giulia: Hope u get killed Stupid fucks
Nat : I can't get over the weird ghosts
Zee: Look at that close up
Giulia: you are so pretty Charles
C: I just think we need to tell the family something. I mean, we found his wife's body.
S: Cass, we will. When we can.
C: When we can?
he’s so done. lol
Nat : The squint of Cas eyes tho
Giulia: always
R: KNOCK KNOCK
Zee: THE QUEEN
R: Am I interrupting something juicy?
Zee: Samuel
R: Castiel ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)
Giulia: I LOVE THEM
Nat : As if she doesn't want to help
Nat : SAMUEL NO
Giulia: Samuel nou
Zee: Them bow legs
Nat : Dean's hair
Giulia: That stare is so not normal Sam. Please get on with the program
Nat : I am not entirely happy with these ghosts, honestly
Giulia: Well The ripper is not that bad
Zee: Ketch
Giulia: KETCH
Nat : Ugh
Giulia: what’s that horrible suit tho
Nat : Dean's happy though. He just doesn't know how to show it
I know! he looks a bit happy lol.
but also
I mean...
Nat : Yeah, but that's about it
Giulia: Ketch looks tanned
Giulia: Oh COME ON, can we not
Zee: Asking for single malt whiskey in the middle of the apocalypse. What a queen
Nat : Eyefuck
Zee: Is this awkward or not?
Giulia: They gonna fuk
K: Jack?
B: Um no, I get that a lot
Nat : I get that a lot lol
Giulia: OH SHUT UP
Zee: Now I’m under jacks
Giulia: Oh does ketch knows him
Giulia: OH
Nat : Oh, he is a treat you just don't know it yet
Giulia: Yeah
Zee: What?
Giulia: OH
Nat : Is that Amara
Giulia: HELLO
Nat : Ah
Giulia: AAAH
Zee: WHAT THE FUCK?
Giulia: smite
Nat : I think it's probably the other way round
Nat : He's the darkness
Zee: Game of thrones ending ! Lol
Giulia: NO IT WAS NOT PRETTY GREAT FUCK OFF
Asshole: You said you'd keep us safe.
Zee: Take a deep breath Cas
Giulia: DON T TRY WITH CAS
Nat : The dimples of discontent
R: So, uh, tell me about Arthur Ketch.
Giulia: ROWENA FOCUS
Dean’s not really having it today lol
D: Rowena, we have ourselves a crisis on our hands, okay? Find yourself another boy toy.
Nat : Boy Toy
Giulia: BOY TOY
Zee: Don’t I ?
Giulia: AHAHAHA
Nat : hey
Giulia: no ok but she really don t
Nat : H E Y
Giulia: AWKWARD
Zee: Dropped the puck
Giulia: oh.......Are we doing this
Nat : Ah great to remind him Cas. Well done
Giulia: Yikes
C: I didn't tell you about Jack, and then after what
happened with your mother...
Zee: Yikes
Zee: Shut up
Giulia: YIKES
C: You're angry
Nat : Dean bb
D: This mess... all the messes. It turns out that we're just hamsters running in a wheel our whole lives. What do we have to show for it, huh? Tell me you don't feel conned. God's been lying to you, Cass, forever. You bought into the biggest scam in history.
Giulia: HAMSTERS well he right
C: ou don't think I'm angry? After what Chuck did? After what he took from me?He killed Jack. But that doesn't mean it was all a lie
Zee: Mourning dad
Giulia: Oh no Cass
Giulia: Well he’s not wrong
D: really?
C: Chuck is all-knowing He knew the truth, he... he just kept it to himself.
Nat : Awe Cas
D: Well, now that his cover's blown, everything that we've done is for what? Nothing?
Zee: Dean is about to snap tho
C: Even if we didn't know that all of the challenges that we face were born of Chuck's machinations, how would we describe it all? We'd call it "life". Because that's precisely what life is. It's an obstacle course, and maybe Chuck designed the obstacles, but we ran our own race. We made our own moves. And mostly, we did well with that.
Giulia: Bb
Nat: Great speech
Giulia: I love it
D: Did we? I'll tell you what we do know. Nothing about our lives is real. Everything that we've lost, everything that we are is because of Chuck. So maybe you can stick your head back in the sand, maybe you can pretend that
we actually had a choice. I can't.
Giulia: DEAN
Nat : I can see Demon!Dean a little
Giulia: dean is MAD
Giulia: M. A. D
Zee: You shut your mouth
C: Dean. You asked, "What about all of this is real?"
We are.
Zee: WE ARE
Nat : WE ARE
Giulia: WE ARE
Giulia: MY GOD
Nat : SOBA
Giulia: I HAVE CHILLS
Zee: Ok. I love him
Giulia: GREAT SPEECH
Giulia: *clapping *
I can’t believe that actually happened right in front of my salad
Nat : It's not really ME
Giulia: Oh ok
Nat : snorts
D: You guys didn't come up with a cool weapon for Him, did you?
K: No
K: So, um... Tell me about the witch.
Giulia: NO STOP THAT
Zee: Trouble. Ya think dean? You’re in a town filled with idiots
Giulia: im still in cas’ speech tbh
Zee: Focus
Giulia: IT WAS A GREAT SPEECH
Nat : So can we move away from ghosts in the next ep
Giulia: Yeah I’m already tired of them
Nat : I'm salty we waste two episodes on them
Giulia: what
Zee: What?
Giulia: OH
Giulia: OOOOH
Nat : AH
Zee: Aaaa
Giulia: KEVIIIIIN
Giulia: BB
Giulia: MY BABY
Nat : Hello smalls
Giulia: MY BEAUTIFUL STRESSED BB
Zee: Advanced placement
Giulia: wasn’t he in HEAVEN
Giulia: oh great
Giulia: BITCH
Nat : DEAN IS PISSED
Giulia: FUCK HIM
Nat : Dean? I try
Giulia: NO GOD
Giulia: FOCUS NAT
Zee: God’s a dick
Nat : GOD CAN SUCK MY DICK
Giulia: well Amara seems calm
Nat : Ah, that's the oriental room we saw once on IG
Nat : She's not
Zee: She really isn’t
Giulia: Oh look he wanna tap out
Giulia: AHAHAHAH HE ANNOYED HIS SISTER
Nat : It's not you. She knows
Zee: He’s buttering her up
Nat : I thought she was lil sis?
Giulia: Oh what if he needs her for his new project
Zee: The cogs are turning
Giulia: OH HE IS HURT
Nat : I hope that they won't fuck
Giulia: what
Giulia: HEY COME ON
Zee: Nat!! Ffs
Giulia: IT’S 8:30
Zee: It’s not a time thing Giuls
Nat : We are watching SPN at 8.30 what does that say about us.
Nat : We will be salty the whole da
Giulia: we like pain
B: I guess I just assumed you two pros woulda wrapped it up by now.
Nat : Whiny Kevin?
Nat : Shut up
Giulia: Typical millenial
Giulia: ...WHAT
Giulia: omg
Nat : No, it's actually Gen Z
Zee: What?
Giulia: NICE
Zee: Bitches focus
Giulia: but also
Giulia: ....I DON T LIKE THAT
Nat : Ah great
Nat : Like we all don't worry at all
Nat : So sick of ghosts UGH
Giulia: oh remember those scenes in the season trailer with dean being conflicted and sad with the colt?
Nat : U
Nat : G
Nat : H
Giulia: SNORTS
Zee: Yeah. Don’t !!
Nat : stop
Giulia: they all know Kevin Tran
Nat : I think it's universal that ghosts knows each other
Giulia: Sam and dean
Giulia: Sam and dean
Giulia: US
Giulia: Our chat is hell lol
Zee: Thanks
Ketch and Rowena flirting again
Giulia: I DON T CARE ABOUT THOSE TWO. UGH WHY IS THERE ORG CHEM
Nat : I AM CONFUSED
Zee: Is this gonna be Ketcena?
Giulia: HATE THAT. Hate all of that. So much
Nat : I swear if we are still stuck in the ghost town by ep 3 I'm gonna flip a fucking table
Giulia: Is this flirting
Zee: Dean is cockblocking for once
Nat : He knew
Giulia: he feels these things
Nat : Ah, they know each other
Giulia: WHY THEY ALL KNOW EACHOTHER
Also Rowena needs to revaluate her standards
Giulia: what is this
Zee: We’ve established that
Nat : Hey, don't insult Marry Poppins you fuck
Nat : Great
Giulia: ....
Nat : Have I mentioned that I hate ghosts
Giulia: Wow that was lame
Nat : What is this episode
Giulia: Ghosts
Nat : It's lame
Giulia: Why can he do that
Giulia: This is the last we see Kevin
Giulia: Just realized
Giulia: I don t wanna
Giulia: Awe Dean
Zee: Excuse me while I drool a bit
Nat : Meh
Zee: What?
Giulia: Of course
Zee: Oh fuck
Nat : I saw that he wasn't wearing the chain
Giulia: How they took it out tho
Giulia: GREAT
Nat : I'm so not into the episode
Giulia: yeah It s weak
Nat : Both of them were tbh
Giulia: WHY DO I HAVE ADS
Giulia: FUCK
Zee: Yah me too
Nat : This might be unpopular opinion
Giulia: well it’ll pick up
Nat : Idc
Zee: But is the ghost thing over?
Giulia: 🤷🏼♀
Nat : But it makes me mad that we waste 2 episodes
Giulia: Tiny smile
Giulia: KEVIN
Nat : The eyebrow
Giulia: IM SO ANGRY
Nat : Look at the eyebrow
Zee: Relax your forehead Sam
Giulia: SANGRY
Zee: Is that eyebrow stuck?
Giulia: can relate
Giulia: IMMA CRY
Nat : Shut up Belphy
Nat : LOVE YOU GUYS
Giulia: KEVIN BB
Giulia: LOVE U GUYS
Giulia: SOBS
Giulia: SOOOB
Giulia: I love you kevin
Giulia: OH NO
Zee: Oh fuck Oooooffff
Giulia: IS THIS THE FIRST OF THE GOODBYES?
Nat : I feel Amara Amara is my spirit animal
Giulia: You sing backup
Giulia: Oooooooh burn
bUT HEY , maybe Amara will be one of those rare females on spn to not die
Zee: I kinda like her now
Giulia: I’m done chuck
Zee: Petulant
Giulia: Petulant narcissist
Giulia: Oh can Amara seal his ass away
Giulia: AH SUCKS FOR U
Nat : We'll still be stuck in ghost town next ep aren't we
Zee: Ya think Rowena ?
Nat : Ugh eyes twitch
Giulia: Well it is the major problem
Giulia: TRAILER TIME
after
Nat : Yeah
Nat : GREAT
Giulia: ...
Giulia: OH NO
Giulia: NOPE
Giulia: NOOOPE
Giulia: NOPE
Giulia: SAM CRYING
Giulia: NO
Giulia: I HATE IT
Zee: WHAT WAS THAT?
Giulia: I HATE THIS
Giulia: FUCK OFF
Zee: Like
Giulia: NO
Zee: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?
Nat : I'm salty
Giulia: IM ALREADY CRYING
Giulia: Please, It’s too soon for Rowena come on
Giulia: Nat
Giulia: HARD NOPE
Zee: Fuck off
Giulia: HATE IT
Giulia: HATE IIIIIIIT Next episode is canceled
Zee: Like, get in the mood for next ep
Giulia: What next ep?
Zee: We both know we’re gonna be there
Giulia: The next one is 15x04
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