I remembered I once wrote a similar one shot, re-read it, and decided to try writing a longer fic. Might be more than 3 chapters but that's the plan for the moment.
Jimmy was an absolute mess. He knew it but couldn't be bothered as he knelt on the living room floor. Sobbing uncontrollably over a tangled mess of bandages. Sweater he bought in a hurry due to rain was long forgotten by the door but the damage it caused to his arms was still there. Long angry, red lines five minutes off from bleeding.
Not that he cared as he scratched his neck. He was far too upset to care about anything. What was he supposed to say to Scott and fWhip when they're back? He couldn't tell them what happened at his outing with his brothers. Not after he insisted on going after they tried to convince him it was a bad idea. It was actually a terrible idea.
He was so busy feeling bad for himself and crying he didn't realize Scott was home until all he could see was his perfectly white button up. “Hush, it's all okay, I'm home, will fix your arms in just a second,” Scott said gently as he cradled Jimmy. Who just cried harder, grabbing at Scott's shirt. “Let it all out, don't worry about my stupid shirt,” Scott chuckled as Jimmy tried to pull back once he realized he was likely running one of Scott's work shirts.
“But…” Jimmy started but got gently shushed.
“No buts, I got more,” Scott shook his head. Jimmy felt it more than saw it. “I'll check if…”
“I'm hom… oh my god, Jimmy are you okay?” fWhip said as soon as he walked in. Soaked from driving a motorbike in the rain.
“Better now,” Jimmy nodded, sitting back to let Scott look over his arms. “I kind of stormed out of the coffee shop and forgot my sweater…” he gave the simplest explanation. He didn't want to give any more details if he could help it.
Scott nodded. “fWhip dear, please go shower before you catch something,” he told fWhip with a stern look.
fWhip sighed. “Fine, but I'm making dinner, you'll need to get out of the suit eventually, no?”
Scott agreed so after giving both Jimmy and Scott a kiss fWhip went upstairs to shower and change.
Jimmy watched in silence, after taking his shirt off, as Scott gently cleaned his arms and neck with disinfectant before applying spray to calm the rashes. “What did they do this time?” Scott asked as he moved to the bandages.
“I don't want to talk about it,” Jimmy tried to avoid the topic but Scott just gave him a stern look. He really wanted to know.
“Should I call Lizzie so she can grill Joel about it?” He asked and Jimmy sighed. There was no doubt Scott would do it.
“They tried to set me up on a date with some friend of Grian, I told them I'm perfectly happy with you and stormed off,” Jimmy shrugged. His oh so lovely brothers had no clue about fWhip. “I'm fine now, no hate on the guy, he had no clue I was seeing anyone,” he quickly added before Scott could ask who.
“Who was it?” fWhip asked as he walked down the stairs. “A co-worker was out longer for lunch, and then said something about a messed up blind date,” he added, arms crossed over his chest. “And fresh shirt,” he added as Scott finished the bandages with tiny kisses to Jimmy's wrists.
“Tango,” Jimmy admitted with a sigh. How many other blind dates could have happened today? “But it's not his fault, he had no clue I'm taken, please don't be mean to him.”
“Just for you I won't,” fWhip sighed. “I think I avoided Gem enough, we should just date officially,” he offered as Scott was about to go change.
“Are you sure? You always said she's… a bit protective,” Scott asked, just to be sure.
“Her protectiveness goes the other way to Grian and Joel's so it'll be all fine, she'll love you both,” fWhip assured as he helped Jimmy stand up. “Go change CEO-boy,” he chuckled and Scott went upstairs with a chuckle, and all the medical supplies.
Jimmy smiled at the idea but didn't say anything, just yawned. “Can I help in ANY way?” He asked as he followed fWhip to the kitchen despite being told to just sit on the couch.
“Be pretty?” fWhip grinned as he pulled out some leftover he planned to repurpose with some wraps. “Fine, you can make tea and set the table,” he quickly bed under Jimmy's pout.
Jimmy gladly did that even if he wished he was trusted doing more than reheating leftovers when his boyfriends were at work. He just got rashes and bruises easily. He could cook. Well… Scott and fWhip did cook pretty well too. Maybe one day he could surprise them?
“You two spoil me too much,” Jimmy complained once he ran out of things fWhip would let him help with.
“I'd say we don't spoil you enough if you still want to help,” Scott announced he's back. In plain white t-shirt and light blue shorts. Jimmy pouted at him.
“You do remember that I'm perfectly capable of cooking?” He grumbled, and gave Scott an unimpressed side eye.
Scott nodded in agreement as fWhip announced dinner was ready. Jimmy ate mostly in silence as fWhip and Scott planned a shopping list. Their fridge was almost empty. Luckily they both had a day off on Saturday so all three of them could go grocery shopping together. And to pick up more bandages and Jimmy's prescription.
“Did you remember to take a day off on Tuesday for the optometrist appointment?” Jimmy asked fWhip. He only made an appointment because Jimmy bothered him about it.
“I did, don't worry,” fWhip rolled his eyes but did smile. Jimmy nodded with a huff before another sip of his juice.
“I'm sure you'll look cute in glasses,” Scott tried to lift fWhip's mood. “While we're at appointments, we're still good on Friday?” Scott was talking to fWhip about getting a tattoo done by him for weeks now. Sadly Jimmy couldn't get one due to his condition but fully supported his boyfriends.
“Of course. Would you like to come along?” fWhip asked Jimmy. “Hold Scott's hand and stuff,” he chuckled, grimacing as Scott kicked him under the table.
“Umm… would Tango be around? O don't blame him for anything just…” Jimmy mumbled nervously.
“I think he's working then, but I can ask him, I promise I'll be nice, to not go to the lobby when you two arrive?” fWhip offered.
“No need I'll be fine,I just wanted to know to, you know, prepare myself mentally,” Jimmy shook his head but had a feeling fWhip would be talking to Tango.
“Mhm… oh wait. There's a chance I'll need to be at the studio on Tuesday, just a couple hours to cover for Cleo,” fWhip suddenly remembered and pulled his phone out to scroll for a particular message. “I'll be off before the appointment, I promise.”
“I can drive you in the morning,” Jimmy didn't protest at all. He was kind of excited to be recognised not only as Scott's boyfriend but also fWhip's.
“Aww, you two are going to have a cute date while I'll be stuck at the office, not fair,” Scott faked a pout.
“We'll get you a souvenir,” Jimmy chuckled. And they say he's the cute one.
Scott laughed at that and requested a cake. Jimmy was more than okay with a cake. If he could get fWhip in on his plan then even better.
When Jimmy woke up the next morning, finally fully rested and relaxed, it was just him and still sleeping fWhip. Scott must have been out jogging. Good for him, Jimmy thought as he glared at the new red marks on his arms. There were no doubt more hidden by the sheets. He just sighed and hugged fWhip. It wasn't that bad. In the past he'd wake up with bloodied sheets.
“Hmm, mornin’,” fWhip murmured into Jimmy's shirt. His morning voice was pretty nice. Heavy and gravely. Jimmy was only willing to share it with Scott. Not that he was often long enough in bed to hear it. “Sleep well?” He asked and yawned.
“Morning to you too, I slept great, would be even nicer if someone was here to cuddle with us,” Jimmy sighed in faked disappointment. Mostly faked. He understood why Scott was so set on keeping his exercise regiment but still sometimes wishes he'd stay in bed longer.
He could faintly hear the front door open and close. Scott was back. “We should get up,” fWhip sighed and sat up. Jimmy allowed himself a moment to marvel at the ink lines of the roses on fWhip's arms and surrounding the rib cage perfectly matching his, shift and move as fWhip did. “Should I carry you downstairs?” fWhip chuckled.
“I don't know, maybe?” Jimmy grinned. Scott wouldn't be too happy but it'd be fun. And it wasn't like he believed fWhip would do it.
Not that he got a chance to. “Aren't you two cute,” Scott chuckled as he saw Jimmy draped over fWhip. Both still in bed.
“You could be cute with us from time to time, you knoooow,” fWhip’s pretend hurt dissolved into a yawn. “Come on, Jim, breakfast and then shower,” he said while gently patting Jimmy's thigh. He just mumbles something between yawns but did follow fWhip downstairs as Scott showered first.
fWhip made them pancakes. From Scott's homemade mix. Jimmy made their coffee, humming along to the radio playing quietly in the background between yawns.
Breakfast and a shower followed by Scott redoing the bandages woke Jimmy up somewhat. “How's work?” He asked, watching Scott's fingers deftly work with the bandage.
“Good, few clients are being difficult and complain about everything but we got them handled,” Scott hummed looking up for a second. “Something bothering you?”
“No, just… curious. Don't you sometimes miss not being the guy in charge?”
“Not really, I don't have to listen to clients complain, just filter some emails that should have been sent to a different department,” Scott shrugged. Jimmy smiled. He liked seeing his boyfriends be happy. “What about you? Are you bored while we're at work?”
Jimmy hummed. “Not really, I know how to keep busy. Like do some light cleaning, laundry and stuff. Nothing that would irritate my skin but… I'm happy if that's what you're wondering,” he smiled and stole a kiss.
“Wow, I think I'll melt from the cuteness,” fWhip was back from the shower with a grin. “What got you two so clingy?”
“Nothing, I just love you two a lot,” Jimmy grinned at him.
“All done,” Scott announced and passed Jimmy a shirt. He dutifully got it on, followed by a cardigan. All picked out by Scott.
“If you ever get bored of being CEO and architecture you could try fashion,” Jimmy mused with fWhip nodding in agreement.
“Yeah, yeah, but for now we have places to be,” Scott rolled his eyes but a fond smile was tugging on his lips.
So remember this wip I posted forever ago? Yea I was planning to post these finished the next day and forgot lmao.... anyway these are my most beloved sillies scfwhimmy or as I have called them; RGB Husbands 🔴🟢🔵
Every now and again I remember that I don't have to stick to the canon 'lore'. I can have goblin fWhip not be super short, I can have Joel-Jimmy defamation trial happening while hermits are there, and I can make fWhip and Jimmy be friends. And I can make them share a crush on Scott.
And no one can stop me.
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Jimmy was really not in the mood for his upcoming trial against Joel over the whole sheriff toy thing. He was still very glad Gobland was hosting the trial and that fWhip agreed to be his attorney. If anyone knew the law and how to respect and practice it be for sure the goblins. Even if they - especially fWhip - were a bit weird about his hat and badge. He never thought having a home in Gobland would be of any use to him - he had too much work in Tumble Town as both the sheriff and mayor to visit for longer - but with the court battle upcoming he decided to stay a couple of days. To go over his case and some finishing preparations with fWhip.
He was expecting they'd just do it at the Drip, over some Goblin food and drinks. Not to be told "We're going to Chromia, Scott shouldn't mind us preparing there," as soon as fWhip arrived, a bag of files and books on one shoulder.
"Why can't we prepare at the Drip?" Jimmy asked but sped up gathering his things. He did not trust the drinks served in Chromia and he knew many of the recently arrived Hermits - creatures about a head shorter than fWhip - were staying there. Scott of course had some tiny sheriff's there but he apologised and removed them once he heard Jimmy did not endorse Joel's nonsense.
"According to goblin law, if a case includes outsiders no matters to do with it can be discussed within Gobland's territories for twenty-four before and after the meeting in court," fWhip explained. No wonder he was the Goblin leader, he knew all their laws, not just those pertaining to his main interests, by heart. And was slightly taller than other goblins but that was probably a coincidence since he was just a little bit taller. Still much shorter than Jimmy. Barely reaching about the middle of his chest. "And it lets us show off how dedicated you are to the case," the goblin added.
And so Jimmy found himself in the tightest, most corner booth of Chromia's tavern. His and fWhip's knees constantly hit under the table. Colourful, sparkling drinks barely touched, same as their paperwork. They were just watching Scott entertain their surprise guests and overseeing a slowly dying down at this point karaoke contest. Pearl was absolutely destroying everyone.
"I might have a thing that Joel can't really argue," Jimmy hummed a little bit of time later, once Pearl won and Hermits decided to see how well they can move towards Gobland. "God law, one god cannot insult another god in front of mortals, I didn't really want to do it but he's really annoying," he explained with a heavy sigh. "Damn it... Scott's pretty."
"He is..." fWhip nodded, blankly staring at their mixed papers. "We'd need to prove you're a god, and that god law is real," he added as his stare moved to Scott waving the Hermits away.
"Would a word of the god of law be enough to prove god law real?" Jimmy offered, really hoping hermits would speed up in clearing out the tavern. He was done talking law.
"I think it would be enough," fWhip shrugged. "How do we reach him?"
"I'm right here," Jimmy smirked. "Just no temples, they make me uncomfortable," he chuckled at the slack-jawed goblin.
fWhip was fully silent, staring at Jimmy with wide eyes and a slack jaw as Scott walked towards their table. Crystals poked from his perfect skin, slight sway to his step. Wide smile showing pointy teeth of the crystal demon ruling over Chromia. Demon pacts were a form of law so Jimmy had no issue with him taking over due to one. "What happened to fWhip?" he asked, fully sober even if he likely drank more than all the hermits together.
"He just learned he's his god's attorney," Jimmy shrugged, his hat vanishing and replaced by a golden star halo, his eyes shining a dim gold. "fWhip? You okay?"
"I'm fine..." fWhip nodded, blushing a dark shade of green as Scott pushed himself into Jimmy's lap.
"You don't look it," the demon hummed. "When is that mighty court battle?"
"Day after tomorrow," Jimmy hummed, snapping all their papers back into order.
"Would you two mind staying in my mansion for the night? I have so many free rooms, I thought I'd never be done with the remodelling," Scott offered, quickly changing into a dramatic complaint.
"Sure," Jimmy agreed with no hesitation. Easily picking up Scott and fWhip and all the law books and papers. And as Scott yelled 'Their drinks are on me!' at the poor bartender, carried his 'friends' to Scott's manor for a tour...
It's all @joifee fault I wrote this (thank you 😺).
Also, I wrote this on my phone so I couldn't put it through my usual grammar check so sorry if there are mor e mistakes than usually.
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It was a peaceful day in the Empires Server. As peaceful as one can be when less than twenty hours ago a bunch of players from a different Server suddenly dropped by because of a weird portal. fWhip was giving a tour to Al the Hermits who missed the initial one and those who wanted another one. Tango chose to come alone since Jimmy was apparently busy today.
It was weird seeing Jimmy on his home Server. On Life servers and literally everywhere else Tango has ever seen him he was so different. Much more shy and withdrawn. Here he seemed both aloof and constantly vigilant at the same time. He was still very nice to Tango and offered him a place to stay at in Tumble town.
Tango felt only slightly weird about accepting a job in Gobland. But Jimmy didn't seem to mind it when he told him about it. Just said something vague about the place being grate and moved on to being busy the next day.
Tango guessed head some ruler stuff to do and just joined the second tour. There were places he hadn't seen on the initial one. And fWhip was fun to be around. Very different admin form Xisuma but that's good. There's only one X after all.
He was a bit sad all the other emperor's/ rulers were too busy to join. Mostly by making accomodations for the Hermits. So colour him surprised when an annoyed looking Scott landed next to fWhip. "Would you happen to know where's Jimmy?" He asked his admin. Tango could only hope it wasn't about him.
"No. And your pokies are sticking out," fWhip shrugged, at all not bothered by rainbow crystals sticking out of Scott. Tango was pretty sure they weren't there yesterday. "What do you even need the sheriff for anyway?"
"Well, he promised..." Scott started but was stopped by the Sheriff landing behind him and, completely unborhered by the crystals, wrapping him in a hug. Using his height advantage to easily rest his head in Scott's cyan, unprotected by his hat on account of crystal horns, hair.
"There you are," he grinned like Tango never saw him grin. Mouth full of sharp, needle-like teeth. Hi fWhip, we might make a mess somewhere, sorry in advance," he shot the goblin a wink.
fWhip just sighed. "It's sooner than I expected," he hummed, visibly relaxing. Tango totally missed when he tensed up. "Anything I cal help with?"
"Sorry, you're a bit too squishy at the moment," Jimmy sighed, a hint of sadness in his voice. Not that Tango had time to dwell on it.
"Sorry I'm noth a half-dragon anymore," fWhip's annoyed reply had him even more shocked.
And Jimmy just giggled. "Maybe another time you can watch," he grinned as Scott, who was so far suspicious silent started to wriggle and growl. "I think that's my cue, time for Sheriff's vacation," he hummed and suddenly wasn't a human but... An undead part-fish? And like seven feet tall. And somehow enen more handsome. And had fWhip whistling and if Tango was correct blushing... And Jimmy was suddenly off, with Scott still in his arms.
"Have fun," fWhip waved him off. "Anyway, where were we?" He turned to the Hermits. There was definitely some blush still on his face.
"What. The. Hell. Was. That?" Grian was first to speak and asked what all the present Hermits were thinking.
"Result of botched server reset, we didn't really have much of a choice but rush it.I will spare you guys the details but it did mess up some code and Pearl split in two, and she Joel and Jimmy got god powers and Scott's got a demon in him... Or is part one? We're still unsure but Jimmy has to occasionally go Death God mode and beat that side of him up," fWhip explained as if he were talking about weather. "Don't worry, they'll be fine," he assured with a wide grin. It was just then that Tango noticed he had a lot pointier an sharper teeth than other goblins... Remnants of his old code?
"How does that explain anything?" Grian was clearly not satisfied with how little fWhip seemed to care about the whole situation.
"It is what it is, now back to Stratos..." The goblin king easily returned to the tour to Grian's dismay. Tango would have to ask either fWhip or Jimmy... Or Scott but he was Franky the most terrifying option...
Especially considering that when Scott and Jimmy marched into the Drip at a late evening hour as Tango and fWhip were discussing Gobland's transport systems, the king of Chromia was looking fresh as a daisy while Jimmy. Still in his half-dead-fish form looked a lot closer to dead. And unabashedly cuddled fWhip, while quietly complaining about Scott 'dragging it out'. Tango guessed It was that fight to push the crystal demon back...
Jimmy could not for the life of him focus on the movie he Scott and fWhip were watching, huddled together on a couch with a big bag of popcorn and three cups of hot chocolate on their coffee table. All three of them were in their pyjamas and rain intensely pattering on the windows. He tried, he really did but everything that was happening on the screen just wasn't reaching his brain. And not for the usual 'scary movie Friday' reasons. As much as scary movies usually freaked him out today he was just too distracted to register anything. And of course his lovely, handsome, cute, the best in the world boyfriends noticed it.
"You okay Jim?" Scott asked as fWhip paused the movie. "You'd be usually asking how much of the movie is left by now," fWhip added as Scott pushed Jimmy's hair back. He needed to get his fringe in order soon.
"I suppose I'm a bit tired but don't..." Jimmy tried pushing the topic away. He could deal with his own worries without worrying them too for nothing.
"Is it anything to do with that lunch you had with your siblings today?" unfortunately there was no hiding anything from Scott.
Jimmy sighed. No use trying to hide it from them anymore. They both knew how Grin and Pearl felt about Jimmy's boyfriend choices - they really didn't like Scott and had no idea about fWhip. Jimmy even delayed telling them he was back with Scott for nearly a year when they got back together after nearly a year since a rocky breakup. "They don't understand my bruising is just a condition and not anyone being mean to me so they're trying to set me up on dates with their friends," Jimmy admitted, staring at the sleeves of his oversized sweater hiding the bruises that just appeared out of nowhere.
"Oh petal," Scott sighed and pulled him into a gentle hug. "Who now? And when can we go looking for new sweaters? The last batch is obviously not good enough," he asked. Scott was always on a hunt for bedding, blankets and clothes soft enough not to irritate Jimmy's skin and often surprised him with bags of things to try out with a side of his favourite snacks.
"Tango..." Jimmy admitted. All three of them knew Tango. And how easily he'd say yes to a date with Jimmy. "They even brought him along today but I said I'm happy as I am... I don't think I convinced any of them..." Jimmy sighed, curling up more into Scott and pulling fWhip closer.
"So that's why he was bummed out when he came back from his lunch break," fWhip hummed. Secretly he shot Scott a worried look. Actually, no one, not even fWhip's siblings knew the three of them were dating and not just living together. Grian and Gem didn't even know that much. "You should tell us things like this. It's never a bother Jim," fWhip huffed, already he was wondering how passive-aggressive he could be to Tango without it being weird.
"It's not that bad... Just some meddling," Jimmy shrugged and yawned. "I'm kind of used to it..."
"You really shouldn't be, petal, you're happy and can make your own decisions G and Pearl need to understand that," Scott huffed and placed a soft kiss on the top of Jimmy's head. "What other than me they didn't like? Maybe we can fix some of it," he offered.
"Same old thing about you being cold and distant and us not really showing much affection in public. But we have good reasons for that," Jimmy shrugged, absent-mindedly playing with fWhip's hair. Their reason was Gem and Sausage likely having a conniption if they heard their brother has a boyfriend or even worse - two of those.
"Gem and Sausage can go for a walk if they have any problems with my love life, I can deal with them," fWhip huffed. He was practically melting under Jimmy's hands. So much for a tough guy with a bike, piercings, tattoos and a leather jacket.
"Does that mean I can give you a ride to work if the rain keeps up?" Jimmy asked with a small smile. He hated that fWhip worked on Saturdays but for once it would probably be okay. Probably.
"You do know Tango has the same hours as I tomorrow?" fWhip chuckled but it quickly melted into a sigh as Jimmy's nails found a particularly nice spot. "Sure... hmmm. Ack... Scott... How are your hands always so cold?" he yelped as Scott sneakily tickled his neck.
"No idea but I know that I'm not lugging you all the way to the bed," Scott chuckled. "And I'm more than fine showering you in affection whenever and wherever. And I hope you are fine with me dragging you clothes shopping after we drop fWhip at work,"
"I'm more than fine showing off both my boyfriends," fWhip grinned with a wide yawn.
Jimmy didn't mind a mall date with Scott - only that fWhip could not join them - so they wrapped the movies for the night and went to bed. Apparently, the movie wasn't that good anyway. And it wasn't like fWhip liked shopping that much anyway.
I was out shopping. Had an idea. Came back home. Got distracted. And then remembered the idea. So here is the idea :}
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"This isn't exactly what I imagined when you asked me to come over," Scott huffed and wrapped fWhip's coat tighter around himself. The count didn't need it at the moment, seeing that he dragged Scott to the main fishing area of Grimlands to check the fishing nets. "Can't your fishermen check the damn nets themselves? And why this hour?" It was nearly midnight.
"Well, I can't really go and do stuff like this during the day, can I?" the vampire shot him an unamused look. "And Jimmy's been gone almost a month at this point and knowing him he'll come to ruin my nets long before saying he's back," he reasoned and Scott sighed even more. "Don't lie, you like the view," he chuckled and bent over to check another section of nets.
Scott only huffed. Yes, he did like to see fWhip bend over without his dumb, warm, coat. With his pants rolled up to his knees. For the moment it did a good enough job keeping them dry. fWhip was one handsome bastard as much as Scott didn't once want to admit it. He still wouldn't say it to his face. "It's too bad he missed Katherine's spring ball, you looked nice," he might as well use that he as fWhip not distracted by tinkering and chat about more amusing topics than fishing nets and fish wars...
"It was... a thing," fWhip shrugged, moving to a different section of nets. Scott followed along the bank of the river.
"I would think a properly raised noble like you would be more excited about a big fancy ball," fWhip might usually not look it with how much soot and dust there was on his clothes but he was Sausage's younger brother. A noble by birth and raised like one.
"You might have noticed by now that I prefer my workshop, fields and fishing nets more than 'proper noble stuff'. That suit was so uncomfortable," fWhip's retort formed into a whine. "And Gem and Sausage forced me to practice dancing... And then were angry when I didn't, as I told them I would."
"What?" that was news to Scott. He simply assumed fWhip knew how to dance and just didn't like to.
"Well, more like remind me how to... Gem lend us her ballroom since if we were in Mythland we'd be interrupted every five seconds. She even enchanted a piano to play on its own when I said I was not having anyone see it..." fWhip continued to complain in a way that made dance lessons sound like the worst thing that has ever happened to him.
"Would you have danced with me if I asked you?" Scott was really regretting not at least trying and asking fWhip for even one dance.
"I might have, especially since Jimmy wouldn't be there to make fun of me," fWhip chuckled.
Scott hummed. "Would you dance with me after you're done with these damned nets? YOu owe me for not just going home the moment you said that's what you're doing," he asked with a grin.
"You're a menace, and I do not have a ballroom," fWhip instantly turned to give him a flat stare. "Besides, the magic piano as at Gem's and..."
"I don't need some piano, I have this, and we can dance here, I'm not picky," Scott was not giving up and pulled out a rune stone. "It has only one song on it but that should be enough."
fWhip sighed and slowly left the river. Scott wordlessly passed his shoes to him. "Fine, I'll dance with you, the nets are all fine... You will not mention it to Jimmy though," he might have tried to sound annoyed but was smiling. Scott smiled back and as fWhip finished pulling his shoes back on turned the run on. It played a slow waltz. "*cough* Might I have this dance?" fWhip asked with a proper bow, extending a hand towards the elf.
Scott was not expecting it in the slightest and a blush managed to spread across his face. "I... um... and you call me a menace... Of course you can you idiot," he stammered and accepted fWhip's hand.
The vampire just chuckled. "I hope my ability to lead is not too rusty, Sausage did not practice it with me," he hummed and Scott could not help but giggle as he imagined it.
fWhip's ability to lead in a waltz was at all not rusty. In truth, he was annoyingly good at dancing. And damn handsome up close. Not something that happened too often with how busy both of them usually were...
But before he could voice his annoyance a familiar voice both of them have been missing nearly a month suddenly startled them. "Shouldn't you two be sleeping?"
When they looked to the source of it there was a Jimmy. A whole lot taller than they remembered and much more mature-looking Jimmy who was apparently done with his weird fish-demi-god puberty and glaring at them with crossed arms. His toothy smile betrayed how happy he was to see them.
"I don't have to sleep, and Scott was free to leave whenever he wanted," fWhip huffed and dipped Scott, resuming their dance. Scott suddenly had the urge to kiss him. It was an urge he had quite often but couldn't always act upon. Now wasn't one of those moments so he grabbed fWhip's face and kissed him.
"I was up because I wanted to sleep with at least one of my boyfriends," he grinned and escaped fWhip's hands to snatch and deactivate the rune stone. "So? Does either one of you want to sleep with me?"
"Yes," Jimmy and fWhip said at once. "And never show that rock to Gem. She was so proud of her piano," fWhip sighed.
"What piano?" Jimmy asked, easily picking both fWhip and Scott up.
"I'll explain another time," fWhip waved it off.
"Sausage was teaching him to dance." Scott giggled and earned himself a weak glare.
fWhip ignored the rest of the conversation. Even vampires got tired eventually and he barely rested the last week, too busy missing a certain merling ruler. "You're stupid tall now," he huffed, very displeased with said fact.
