#Also a liiiittle mention of Marwa

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Dungeons & Drabbles - 2022 

Day 10 - Pride

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Krook House QueerPlatonic PolyQuad - Modern Human AU

“Fuck, it's pride month already?”

Huh, how the fuck had that snuck up on him? Pride was one of the best times of the year, along with Christmas and New Years, and maybe also Saint Patrick's Day. Any excuse to get drunk.

Pride though was that time of year where, well, they kinda actually felt like maybe they didn't hate ALL of mankind. Sans his little fucked up family and bushel of bitchin’ oddities he called (only privately in his mind) friends. Even a disenchanted asshole like them couldn't bite back a smile when he thought of all those fruity fucks out there, a cacophony of queers like themself.

Huh, actually, like basically everyone they were friendly with, really.

“No shit, Sherlock. What gave it away? The rainbow flags on the cola cans or the sudden uptick in the word ‘gay’ being used god damn everywhere? Or maybe it reeeeally is that quiet and subtle that it never fails to surprise you!”

Like Anni, his favorite snarky, rude ass bitch. Aromantic as they came and twice as asexual, she’d kick your ass for hitting on her, and make sure you could never reproduce if you dared to try and bed her. Honestly? Respectable as fuck.

It was part of the reason why they loved her, platonically of course. He’d rather barf than lock lips with her, and he knew the feeling was mutual. 

But at the end of a hard day she was always willing to lend an ear to his bitching and curse out whoever had pissed them off, all while they lay slumped over her lap. Or in a big ass ‘cuddle pile’, as Letters called it.

She was one of his queerplatonic partners, and they’d slaughter any fucker that gave her shit… if they were still alive once Anni was done with them.

“Love you too, you heartless hag,” Ashton retorted with a teasing grin, earning themself a playful punch to their good shoulder.

“Get fucked, GrimerLocks!”

“Can’t you two ever start a day without insulting each other?”

Ah, there was Milo, his favourite nonbinary they/them! About as AroAce as Anni, but far less aggressive about it. Though they were also far less likely to leave the house, being more of a home body than just about anyone Ashton knew. Not that they were AFRAID to leave the house or anything, but 'outside is where the assholes live, and the only asshole I want to be anywhere near is my own’, as Milo had once said, causing them to crack up laughing. Not that they were wrong or anything, but still, hilarious.

Of course Ashton loved them too, just as much as he did Anni, and in much the same way. Milo was one half of the sensible side of their little queerplatonic polycule, and before Letters had come along they were the only thing that had kept Ashton and Anni alive. 

“Where's the fun in that, Mi?” Ashton laughed, steadying themself against the nearest wall when they suddenly felt rather unsure they were entirely steady.

It didn't go unnoticed by the pair, who shared a look before nodding. Swiftly Anni disappeared down the hall, returning only moments later with one of the household's canes. This one was bright yellow and covered in positive affirmation stickers… sooo it was safe to say it was probably Letters’. Eh, like they'd even care. Silently Ashton took it, grateful to have something to keep himself vertical.

“Need more than that?” She asked.

“Nah. Think I just need to get some food down. Meds too.”

Anni nodded, trusting his judgment yet still sticking close by. Her own silent way of showing she cared. A minute later Milo returned, holding out a travel cup with water and a small tub of yogurt.

“Start both, but don't finish them. Letters is coming with your meds.”

Right on cue, Letters wheeled around the corner, with a deep purple pill organizer box upon his lap.

“Smiley day to ya, Ashton! I got your meds right here!”

Letters. If sunshine was a person, they imagined they'd look just like this. Obnoxiously bright, yet entirely endearing. They might sometimes wanna hide under the covers from the brightness, but they’d be dead within him.

A fellow he/they, (honestly he'd been flattered when Letters had decided to adopt the same pronouns as them) who also lay somewhere within the nonbinary stream.

They’d had many a conversation about sexualities, about romance and all, and it had taken a couple of years for Letters to really figure themself out in that regard.

Eventually they’d settled on demi, both romantic and sexual, and only after a long while of thinking that perhaps they were AroAce like Milo and Anni. That was until they’d fallen in love with the woman who was now his girlfriend, and fuck had that been a surprise to Letters!

Ashton was happy for him though. They deserved all the love in the world, and now they had, what, four partners? Anni, Milo and himself all loved the cheery little fuck as much as they loved each other. A queerplatonic love for the ages.

And although they'd been slow to trust her… Marwa really did seem to love Letters as much as he loved her.

“Meds. Right. Fuck.” Ashton groaned around a mouthful of yogurt. Uck. Pills. The worst part of living life disabled. Well, that and the constant pain, and between making that pain worse and sucking down a handful of colorful disgusts, they’d take the pills any day. Which they did, as Letters poured this morning's meds right into his unoccupied hand. They all went down together, washed down with a swig of water and an entire mouthful of yogurt.

“Thanks. All of you fucks.”

“Always happy to help, Ash!”

“Rather you alive than dead. Shit’s boring without you.”

“You do the same for us. Just don't push too hard today, okay?”

Ashton couldn't bite back a warm smile.

“Yeah yeah… Hey, wanna push back the start of the day with some time in The Pit? Feels like today’s gonna be a bitch and Netflix just dropped a new season of that weird ass cookin’ show. You know, the one with the kink shit in it.”

“Cutthroat Kitchen?” Letters suggested.

“That's the one!”

“I'd be delighted! Today started with a pain level 6, so some time in The Pit sounds nice. I’ll grab the heat pods, it's always nicer when it's extra toasty in there!”

“Lemme grab some popcorn to put on. Can't watch Alton Brown introduce some serious BDSM shit into the kitchen without snacks.”

“Well if you're all going to be in there… then how can I say no? I'll go set the laptop up.”

Ashton watched as his partners all vanished, rushing off to go make this morning a brighter one. Fuck, whatever had he done to deserve the love of these three blessings? 

They didn't dare question it though, simply letting it be as they slowly shuffled their way into the lounge room. There they dropped into The Pit (a big old couch that had been gutted, modded and extended, now fused with several beanbags, cushions, pillows, doonahs, blankets and a scattering of squishmallows, to make the perfect pit of comfort) and let their exhausted body relax.

Heh.

Who needed to remember pride month when they had their own pack of colorful fucks to love 24/7? 

Not that they were gonna be quiet about it. No, as per usual Ashton was sure they all planned to be wonderfully obnoxious above their queer ass selves… and real fucking proud of it.