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Noticias de series de la semana: Pósters, tráilers, cancelaciones

Renovaciones

Netflix ha renovado Alexa & Katie por una tercera temporada

Netflix ha renovado Carmen Sandiego por una segunda temporada

CBS ha renovado Young Sheldon por una tercera y una cuarta temporada

The Haunting (Netflix) tendrá una segunda temporada titulada The Haunting of Bly Manor

Cancelaciones

Syfy ha cancelado Nightflyers tras su primera temporada

BBC One ha cancelado Requiem tras su primera temporada

Netflix ha cancelado The Punisher tras su segunda temporada

La tercera temporada de Jessica Jones (Netflix) será la última

Netflix ha cancelado Friends from College tras su segunda temporada

La cuarta temporada de The Man in the High Castle (Amazon) será la última

Noticias cortas

Jeremy Jordan (Winn) finalmente no estará en la cuarta temporada de Supergirl. Volverá en la quinta.

Se ha detenido la producción de L.A.'s Finest tras un accidente de coche, durante la grabación, en el que han resultado heridos Brandon Margolis y Brandon Sonnier, creadores y showrunners de la serie.

Se han eliminado las escenas de Jussie Smollett (Jamal) en los dos últimos episodios de la quinta temporada de Empire debido a las acusaciones de falsa denuncia de agresión homófoba. Ha sido suspendido mientras dure la investigación y los productores consideran cambiar de actor para no matar al personaje.

Incorporaciones y fichajes

Rainn Wilson (The Office, Six Feet Under), Dan Byrd (Cougar Town, Easy A) y Cory Michael Smith (Gotham, Carol) serán el científico Michael Stearns, Ian y Thomas Christie, el encargado de encontrar la publicación, en Utopia.

Natalie Dormer (Game of Thrones, The Hunger Games) será Madga, un demonio que puede tomar la apariencia de cualquiera, en Penny Dreadful: City of Angels. Jessica Garza (The Purge, Six) y Johnathan Nieves serán Josefina y Mateo, hermanos de Tiago (Daniel Zovatto).

Robin Lord Taylor (Gotham) será recurrente en la segunda temporada de You como Will, alguien acostumbrado a tratar con tipos desagradables. Carmela Zumbado (The Wall of Mexico) se une como regular. Interpretará a Delilah Alves, reportera de investigación y vecina de Joe (Penn Badgley).

Amy Smart (The Butterfly Effect, Felicity) y Trae Romano serán la madre y el hermanastro de Stargirl. Cameron Gellman (Heathers), Neil Jackson (Absentia, Sleepy Hollow) y Hunter Sansone se unen como regulares. Se desconocen detalles.

Rachael Leigh Cook (Perception, 11:14) será Max, un nuevo interés amoroso de Reid (Matthew Gray Gubler), en la decimoquinta y última temporada de Criminal Minds.

Alicia Witt (The Exorcist, Nashville) será recurrente en la séptima y última temporada de Orange Is the New Black como Zelda, recaudadora de fondos profesional para organizaciones sin ánimo de lucro.

Alexis Louder (The Originals) será recurrente en la sexta temporada de Chicago PD como Jasmine Price, hija de Ray (Wendell Pierce).

Svetlana Efremova (The Americans) se une como regular a Spinning Out. Será Dasha Glushenko, la entrenadora rusa de Kat (Kaya Scodelario) y Justin (Evan Roderick). Charlie Hewson (White Collar) será recurrente como el adorable doctor Parker.

Leah Pipes (The Originals) será recurrente en Charmed como Fiona Callahan, hermana de Charity (Virginia Williams) y antiguo cargo de Harry (Rupert Evans).

Dominic Fumusa (Nurse Jackie, The Purge) será recurrente en la tercera temporada de Divorce como Jeremy, antiguo jugador semiprofesional de baloncesto y asistente de Robert (Thomas Haden Church).

Simone Missick (Luke Cage, Iron Fist), Dina Shihabi (Jack Ryan), Torben Liebrecht (X Company) y James Saito (The Terror, Eli Stone) se unen a la segunda temporada de Altered Carbon. Serán Trepp, una cazarrecompensas; DIG 301, un robot programado para ayudar a los arqueólogos; Ivan Carrera, un coronel de una unidad de las Fuerzas Especiales; y Tanasesa Hideki, un yakuza de cientos de años de edad.

Gigi Zumbado (Pitch Perfect 2), Jessika Van (Awkward, The Messengers) y Davi Santos (Tell Me a Story) se unen a Besties. Serán Jesi, una joven cubana criada por dos padres gays que descubre que tiene una hermana, Becca (Jordin Sparks); Luna, la compañera de habitación de Becca; y Simon, compañero de trabajo de Jesi.

Kelli Berglund (Lab Rats, Now Apocalypse) se une como recurrente a la cuarta temporada de Animal Kingdom. Será Olivia, compañera de clase de J (Finn Cole).

C. Thomas Howell (Animal Kingdom, Stitchers) será recurrente en la segunda temporada de The Terror como Hallowell Bowen, capitán retirado.

Gabriel Ebert (Ricki and the Flash) y Rarmian Newton (Rise, Tell Me a Story) se unen como regulares a la tercera temporada de Mr. Mercedes. Serán Morris Bellamy, un lobo con piel de cordero; y Peter Saubers, hijo de una víctima de la masacre. Glynn Turman (House of Lies, The Wire) será recurrente como Bernard Raines, juez del juicio por el asesinato de Lou (Breeda Wool).

Carolyn Braver, Parker Sawyers (Pine Gap, Deep State), Elarica Johnson (A Discovery of Witches, Strike) y Harriett D. Foy se unen como regulares a P-Valley. Serán Gidgey, bailarina de striptease; Andre Watkins, un vecino decidido a cambiar de vida; Autumn Night, una femme fatale con un secreto; y Patrice Woodbine, cantante de gospel.

Rose Williams (Curfew, Changeland), Theo James (Divergent, Downton Abbey), Anne Reid (Last Tango in Halifax, Hold the Sunset) y Kris Marshall (Death in Paradise, Love Actually) protagonizarán Sanditon, la adaptación de la novela inacabada de Jane Austen. Serán Charlotte Heywood, Sidney Parker, Lady Denham y Tom Parker. Completan el reparto Kate Ashfield (Line of Duty), Jack Fox (Johnn English Strikes Again), Charlotte Spencer (The Living And The Dead), Lily Sacofsky (Bancroft), Crystal Clarke (Ordeal by Innocence), Elizabeth Berrington (Patrick Melrose), Adrian Rawlins (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows), Turlough Convery (Les Misérables), Mark Stanley (Game of Thrones), Matthew Needham (The Hollow Crown), Alexandra Roach (Utopia, No Offence), Leo Suter (Victoria), Kevin Eldon (Cavendish) y Adrian Scarborough (A Very English Scandal).

Pósters

Nuevas series

Luz verde directa en Netflix a Hollywood, creada por Ryan Murphy junto a Ian Brennan (Glee, Scream Queens). Murphy la describe como una carta de amor a la edad de oro de Hollywood.

BBC Two encarga cuatro episodios de The North Water, thriller adaptación de la novela de Ian McGuire (2016) en la que un antiguo cirujano del ejército comienza un viaje de redención, como médico en un ballenero en una expedición al Ártico, que se convierte en una dura lucha por la supervivencia al conocer allí a un arponero (Colin Farrell; True Detective, The Lobster) que resulta ser un psicópata. Escrita por Andrew Haigh (Looking, Lean on Pete).

Netflix encarga diez episodios de Firefly Lane, adaptación de la novela de Kristin Hannah (2008) en la que dos amigas inseparables gracias a años de éxitos y fracasos, depresión y decepciones rompen su relación por culpa de una impensable traición. Escrita por Maggie Friedman (Witches of East End, Dawson's Creek).

Netflix encarga diez episodios de Medical Police, spin-off de Childrens Hospital protagonizado por Erinn Hayes (Lola) y Rob Huebel (Owen). Lake Bell (Cat), Rob Corddry (Blake), Ken Marino (Glenn) y Malin Akerman (Valerie) serán recurrentes. Escrita por Corddry (Childrens Hospital) y dirigida por David Wain (Childrens Hospital, Wet Hot American Summer), tratará sobre estos dos médicos que son reclutados como agentes del gobierno cuando descubren un virus que amenaza a la civilización.

Sky One encarga diez episodios de Intergalactic, sobre un grupo de convictas que huyen de prisión en el siglo XXIII. Escrita por Julie Gearey (Prisoners' Wives, Secret Diary of a Call Girl) y dirigida por Kieron Hawkes (Power).

Sky Atlantic encarga seis episodios de Little Birds, adaptación de la colección de historias eróticas de Anais Nin, sobre el shock cultural de una americana (Juno Temple; Dirty John, Vinyl) en Tánger en 1955. Participan también Yumna Marwan (Submarine) y Raphael Acloque (24: Legacy). Escrita por Sophia Al-Maria (The Girl Who Fell to Earth) y dirigida por Stacie Passon (The Path, Transparent).

Fechas

La segunda temporada de Fleabag se estrena en BBC Three el 4 de marzo

La segunda temporada de Derry Girls se estrena en Channel 4 el 5 de marzo

Home se estrena en Channel 4 el 5 de marzo

MotherFathersSon se estrena en BBC Two el 6 de marzo

La segunda temporada de White Gold se estrena en BBC Two el 6 de marzo

La segunda temporada de Porters se estrena en Dave el 14 de marzo

La segunda temporada de Bounty Hunters se estrena en Sky One el 14 de marzo

La 2ª parte de la quinta temporada de Arrested Development llega a Netflix el 15 de marzo

La segunda temporada de Absentia se estrena en AXN España el 26 de marzo

Tráilers y promos

Veep - Temporada 7 y última

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Fleabag - Temporada 2

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After Life

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The Order

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Cloak and Dagger - Temporada 2

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theskyeandsea · 5 years ago

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Get in the Fucking Seal Suit, Skylar || Remmy, Ricky, & Skylar

Location: Skylar’s apartment, but mostly Ricky’s fancy bathroom.

People Involved: @ricky-corderbro, @whatsin-yourhead, @theskyeandsea

Trigger warnings: non-con, mentions of chronic illness symptoms, brief medical blood mention (no description)

Skylar groaned, curled up in her bed. Everything hurt, it all just hurt. Her muscles ached, her bones groaned, her skin was feverish and sweaty, and her the stitches in her shoulder burned. She’d been through this before, she’d gone through this for years. But, no matter how many times it happened, it still felt fresh and new and awful. And… for the first time in her life, she’d relented. She… she needed help. Crawling out of bed, she managed to make it to the safe she’d stuck in her closet, punching in the 6 digit code to pull her seal skin from the safe. It would help to have with her. It had to help. She clutched it to her chest before she managed to drag herself to the living room. Stabbing, sharp, prevalent pain filled her with every step she took, until she flopped on the sofa, shoulders heaving from the effort. This was too much, it was all too much. She just hoped that Remmy would be here soon.

When Remmy arrived, they weren’t sure what to expect. They’d never taken an uber before, but if it was the only way to get Skye over to Ricky’s, they’d spend their entire life savings on it. When they made it up to the door, they knocked loudly. “Skye!? Skye, are you in there?” No answer. Remmy didn’t even wait for the panic to set in, before harnessing everything in them and turning the doorknob as hard as possible. It snapped open like it was nothing more than a twig. Impatiently, Remmy burst through the door, catching sight of Skylar collapsed on the couch. “Skye!” they exhaled, running over to her, kneeling in front of the couch. “Hey, Skye. Wake up, I’m here. I’m here. I’m got you.” They reached out tentatively, noticing the skin clutched tightly to her chest. Good, they wouldn’t have to search the house for it. “Can you walk? Do you need me to carry you? I can carry you.

Eyes fluttering open slightly, Skylar was startled to see Remmy leaning over her, their face next to hers. She stared at them woozily, brain struggling to make sense through the thick haze that clouded her perception. “Remmy..?” She mumbled, doing her best to sit up. But, as she did so, the fresh stitches in her arm screamed in protest and Skylar fell back down on the sofa. She couldn’t move, her bones ached, her muscles wanted nothing more than to just… lay there. Her entire body wanted to just stop. “I… help. Please. I need, I need help.” She said thickly, doing her best to try and sound somewhat coherent.

Remmy blinked back tears. “Okay! Okay. Don’t move anymore, I gotchu. I’m here,” they said hurriedly, taking a blanket and placing it over Skylar before scooping her into their arms. She was surprisingly light somehow, or maybe it was just this weird zombie adrenaline super strength thing. When was the last time they’d ate? That wasn’t important right now. They made sure the blanket covered up the skin Skylar was clutching before heading back out, kicking the door closed as much as possible behind them and hoping whoever else lived there didn’t get too mad over the broken lock. When they made it back to the car, they opened the door with one hand and set Skylar inside, scooting over themself and letting her lean on them. “She’s, um-- just tired. We’re just heading to a friend’s house,” they said quickly. Always a bad liar. Grit their teeth and gave them the address, hoping they wouldn’t ask too many questions. “Almost there,” Remmy murmured to Skylar, arm tight-- but not too tight-- around her.

It was admittedly not the best plan Ricky had ever been involved in. But, the consequences were too grave not to at least try to do something; desperate times and all that. He’d started to fill the tub with coldish water, knowing from experience that being too warm as a seal sucked, when he heard the car pull up outside. While probably not the weirdest thing the Uber driver had ever seen, it was definitely in the top five, and Ricky opened the door to see a concerned Remmy and a looking-like-shit Skylar walking/hobbling up to the front porch. “Got the bath running already.” He slid one of Skylar’s arms over his shoulder and started to help carry her up the stairs. “Nice to meet you in person.” He gave a brusque nod to Remmy as they walked, “This is definitely one of the weirder Saturday nights I’ve had.”

As streetlights whizzed by, Skylar realized that she was in the back of a car. A car that wasn’t her own. What..? Where..? Before she could even say anything to Remmy, she found herself being lifted out of the car, her feet dragging underneath her as she tried to get stable footing. But, her feet stumbled and she really wasn’t any help as Remmy helped her up the entry way of… wait. Why was this familiar? Why did it-- Raising her head, Skylar blinked in confusion as she realized that Ricky was standing before her. “Whaat? Ricky-- Remmy. Remmy, why’re we.. why?” She mumbled, her head lolling against Remmy’s shoulder. What was going on?

“Yeah,” Remmy nodded back to Ricky. They wished they could’ve met under better circumstances, but this was the most important thing to Remmy right now. They’d already had to cut off Blanche, they couldn’t lose Skylar, too. Not today. “Don’t worry, just relax,” they said to Skylar, trying to rub her back comfortingly as they carried her up the stairs with Ricky to the bathroom. Once they were there, Remmy unraveled the blanket from Skylar, gently prodding her to open her arms so they could take the skin from her, too. They didn’t know how they were going to accomplish this, but Remmy would die trying if they had to. They weren’t losing anyone else. Even if Skylar hated them after this, it would be worth it. They looked back at Ricky. “How’s-- how’s this work, then?”

It was immediately concerning to Ricky how terrible Skylar looked. His grandmother had always called the effects that came from not changing pla aigein, ocean plague, and looking at Skylar now he was beginning to see how this looked like a terrible illness. Shutting off the water he sighed and looked at the skin in Remm’s hands, “Notice how it’s got a slit in the middle? That’s where you step into it, sorta like onesie pajamas. Our human bodies secrete a, well, for lack of a better word slime that helps us draw it close.” He grabbed a couple fluffy towels and moved them nearer to the tub. “Unfortunately it doesn’t work with clothes on.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, fingers carding through his curly hair, “And there’s a snowball’s chance in hell that I’m taking her clothes off.” This was only a stop gap measure at best, Ricky knew, but if it got her changed and healthy he was willing to roll the dice.

Skylar did her best to tilt her head upwards, her eyes unfocused as Remmy helped her inside. What… What was going on? What was happening? She couldn’t entirely make out what Ricky was saying, even with her hearing aids, she couldn’t process everything that was going on. But, she could see that he was gesturing to her skin. Blinking, Skylar realized that the two of them were holding her very close to a bathtub full of water. “What’s-- what’s going on?” She mumbled, straining against Remmy’s arms as she took in the situation. What was happening? They… they weren’t going to-- No. No, they wouldn’t.

Remmy felt Skylar start struggling and strained to hold onto her without hurting her too much. “Hey! Hey, relax, i-it’s okay!” they said, trying to calm her down. If she was already catching on, that meant they didn’t have much time. Remmy started with her shoes and socks, slipping them off quickly and setting them aside. “I, um-- I want to look at you wound, okay?” they half-lied. Looking at that was probably a good idea, too, make sure it was healing alright. “So I’m gonna help you take your shirt off. It’s gonna be okay,” they tried to reassure, looking back at Ricky. “Maybe um-- maybe give us some space?” they asked.

Ricky huffed an anxious sight, this was all a pretty morally gray area and he wasn’t the most comfortable with it, but if it meant saving Skylar from what had been described to him as terrible torture he was gonna follow through. “You can probably keep your… undergarments on. It shouldn’t affect the change.” Nodding at Remmy he brushed his hands through his hair, “A good plan. I’ll be right outside the door for… whatever you need.” His gaze turned worriedly to Skylar, “This is the safest place for you to do this. It’s going to fix a lot of your problems but you just have to get over your fear of it first.” He walked to the door and positioned himself in the hallway leaning up against the doorframe, chewing on a fingernail nervously.

In a daze of pain and tiredness, Skylar let Remmy pull her shoes and socks out. “My… wound..?” She said as her arm twinged in pain at the mention of it. “My shirt? Uh huh.” She said with a slightly punch-drunk nod of her head. As she looked around, Skylar realized that Ricky was nowhere to be seen, even though she could have sworn she’d seen him just a second ago. Staring around the room, her eyes glazed over, Skylar leaned against Remmy heavily. “What’s… Why? Where’d… Where’d Ricky go?” She mumbled, doing her best to try and look at Remmy, but it was hard to focus on them when there were three of them floating around in her vision.

Remmy hesitated a moment. They didn’t like this, they didn’t like lying. It hurt them to think they were going to force Skylar into this, but the thought of losing her hurt more. Much, much more. They let her lean against them as they gently tugged her shirt up and off, setting it next to her shoes on the sink counter. “Here, sit up a little,” they said, holding her by the shoulders to help push her up so they could see. The wound was obviously still fresh, but it was closed and stitched and not infected. Remmy sighed. “Looks pretty okay, for a stab wound,” they tried to tease, looking over their shoulder towards the door. “He...He just stepped out. He’ll be right back. Just focus on me, okay?” they said, moving away slightly. Here came the hard part. Getting her pants off without arousing too much suspicion. Remmy’s hands shook. “Can-- Can I check your legs for any other wounds and stuff? You look like you might have um-- collapsed at your place. I wanna make sure you didn’t bruise anything.”

Skylar let Remmy examine her shoulder-- it wasn’t, it wasn’t a serious thing, she wanted to tell them. She knew that it wasn’t a big deal. But, if they wanted to make sure, who was she to argue? “Where… are we?” She asked, swallowing thickly as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. But, her vision had narrowed to just Remmy. Remmy and her seal skin, lying on the ground next to her. “My legs, I-- I…” She struggled to think of why she might have hurt her legs. “Sure. Mhm.” She mumbled, resting her head on the other person’s shoulder tiredly. As she did so, she began to realize that something was happening to her body. Her hands, they were growing slick, but beyond that… the rest of her body was too. Her arms, the back of her neck, her stomach-- she was… oozing slime?

Remmy nodded gently, let Skylar lean against them, brushing fingers through her hair to try and help sooth her. They were shaking as they tugged down her pant legs and helped her pull her pants all the way, setting them on top of her shirt and shoes. Almost done. Now all they had to do was get her into the suit. They might need Ricky for this, but they’d give it a try, first. Give Skylar a minute, first. They sat back again, holding up Skylar’s head with one hand as it sagged. The slime that started oozing from her skin coated their hand, but they pretended not to notice. “Doing okay?” they asked, as they moved their other hand back to draw the skin suit closer. Trying to blindly find the opening as they drew it closer, next to Skylar’s feet. They hated seeing her like this, it was making tears pool in their eyes, but they blinked them away, only a few escaping down their cheek. “You, um-- you look fine. How are you feeling?” they asked, trying to distract her.

Remmy’s fingers in her hair felt nice. Skylar leaned into the touch, still not fully aware of everything that was happening. But, as Remmy moved over to her, a furry pelt in their hand, Skylar’s eyes widened. That was-- she knew what that was. That was, that was her skin. Her pelt. “REMMY!” Skylar shrieked, sliding backwards away from Remmy as they tried to drape the skin around her. What were they doing, what was going on? “Ricky. Ricky, he…” Her head reeled as she tried to connect the dots through the brain fog that was clouding her mind. “I don’t-- No, no. I don’t want it.” She mumbled, holding her hands out to get the pelt away from her. But, even as she said the words, she could feel her body aching for the skin, yearning to wrap it around her, to feel its warmth.

Remmy tried to keep a hold of Skylar as she jumped away, but it was hard when she was all slimy. Remmy moved towards her, though, keeping the pelt steady. “Skylar, listen-- listen to me. Focus on me, okay?” they said, trying to not corner her and freak her out too much more. “It’s gonna be okay. We just want to help,” they said, holding out the pelt. “It’s not going to hurt or anything, I promise. Everything’s going to be okay, alright?” They looked for a moment, back over their shoulder at the door, wondering if they should call Ricky in.

Watching as Remmy took a step forward, Skylar backed away, her feet slick against the bathroom floor. Her hands grasped the edge of the bathtub while her head spun, her stomach turning. As she tried to push away from the tub, her arm twinged in agony, her fresh stitches making their presence very known. “No! I don’t-- I won’t do it!” She protested, shaking her head as she grasped at her shoulder, the layer of slime pressing against her palm. “It’s not, none of this, none of this is okay.” She gasped, her hair sticking to her forehead.

Remmy could feel the panic rising in the air. Skylar was slipping all over the place, and they knew that had to hurt. “You need to stop moving, you’re just gonna hurt yourself, please,” Remmy begged, trying to keep their voice quiet and calm. “You might tear your stitches! Skylar-- I-- you’re right, okay? None of what happened to you was right, but you have to do this. You have to do this or you’re going to die, and I can’t-- I won’t let that happen.” They looked at her with sympathetic eyes, wide and full of their own worry and guilt. “You can hate me after this, but I’m not leaving until this happens. I’m not losing you, too.” They glanced back at the door again, but made sure to keep an eye on Skylar. “Ricky!” They called. “I um-- think we need some help!”

It sounded for all intents and purposes like they were in the process of destroying the bathroom that he had very lovingly remodeled last year, and Ricky heaved a giant sigh as he leaned against the cool wood of the door frame. A bright metallic taste in his mouth shocked him slightly, and he looked down to see his thumb bleeding from where he’d been worrying it with his teeth…. His fangs, he realized, as he remembered he hadn’t gone up to his bedroom for his false teeth when Remmy told him they were on their way over. At the sound of Remmy’s borderline panicked voice, Ricky burst through the door, confronted with what would be a borderline comical sight if it didn’t involve someone very dear to him on the verge of death. “You know…” he tried to keep his voice light and calming, “you’ve now been party to two rooms in my house getting fucked up.” He shot Remmy a wan smile as he held his hands out to Skylar, “Would it be easier if I changed with you?”

The room was spinning around her, the lights bright and painful against her eyes as Skylar struggled to stay balanced. She wanted to lie down, she wanted to just curl up in a ball and sleep and pretend that all the pain in her body and her head would go away soon. She wanted to just suffer through this like she normally did and wake up better. But, the seal skin in Remmy’s hands was calling to her. It was hers, it was her. And she needed it, her body ached for it. Eyes unfocused as Ricky came into the room, Skylar shook her head back and forth in an exaggerated motion. “No. M’not. Not gonna do it.” She said before swallowing thickly, “I’m not. A seal.”

“Okay,” Remmy said, “okay, you’re not a seal. Not just a seal. You’re Skylar, too,” they said, glancing back at Ricky, then to Skylar once more. They didn’t want to physical shove Skylar inside the skin, but they would if they had to. “Just like I’m still Remmy and he’s still Ricky. W-We’re all allowed to be ourselves, still, even if we’re also something else,” they tried to explain. “Please, just let us do this for you. You’ll feel so much better. I promise.”

It was becoming readily apparent to Ricky that this wasn’t just going to happen, so he nodded tersely at Remmy and ran up the attic ladder to his room, grabbing his own skin from its safe. He loved his pelt, pale silver and a stripe of dark gray spots that ran from his snout down his back. His mother’s had been much the same color, and it was a connection he felt to her. Hurrying back to the bathroom he quickly shucked off his clothes until he was standing in his underwear with his pelt draped over one arm. He slid his mother’s ring off his hand and after a moment’s pause held it out to Remmy, “Guard this with your life.” He looked over at Skylar, “Together. We can do this together. We’re here for you.”

Even though Remmy's voice was reassuring, Skylar still shook her head. She didn't want this, she didn't want any of this. "I can't," She mumbled as she leaned against the wall, her back pressing hard against it in an attempt to stay on her feet. "If I do this... it means my parents let me hurt my entire life. They--they coulda told me the truth at any time. If I don't, if I'm not... if I just ride this out. A' least they tried to help me." She said, words slurring together. The memories of being in and out of hospitals, of medication after medication, the blood tests and treatments, and the hush money paid to make sure no one ever said anything-- it wouldn't mean anything. Turning would make all the suffering worthless. As Ricky appeared with his own seal skin in hand, Skylar's shoulders began to shake, her breathing coming in quickly. "I... no. Ricky, please, I don't--" She mumbled before her knees buckled and she slid to the ground.

Remmy felt as if they’d been punched in the gut. An overwhelming feeling of guilt gripping them as they watched Skylar beg and plead. They knew Skylar wouldn’t be happy about this, but if Remmy had the power, they were going to save her. And they did. They gave Ricky a solemn nod as they pocketed the ring and made sure it was secure, before turning back to Skylar. “I’m so sorry, Skye,” they said, making sure to enunciate clearly. “But I’m doing this. And you can hate all you want after, but I’m not going to let you hurt yourself like this anymore.” And with that, they slid the skin under Skylar’s feet, grabbing her ankles and pulling her as gently as possible towards the skin, holding it open, before stepping back to let gravity-- and seal slime-- do the rest of the work. Watching as Skylar sank into the pelt, the edges folding over her, their eyes clouding up with tears that poured down their face. They didn’t look at Ricky anymore. “We have to-- we have to get her in the tub.”

It was one of the singularly most heartbreaking things that Ricky had ever witnessed, watching Skylar half-crazed with pain wander down the logical road that lead to only one conclusion; that her parents were fucking dicks. “It’s going to be like trying to fit into that one pair of skinny jeans that you keep lying to yourself about and say you can fit into even if you’ve been doing too many squats and you’re too dummy thicc for them anymore.” He stepped into his own skin, feeling the familiar squeeze and compacting of his legs as his body rewrote the shape it had, “When you change, Skye, you’re going to wonder what made you not do this for so long. I promise that whatever comes after the change, whatever family stuff you need to work through, we’ll do that together, the three of us, but you have to do this with me, or you won’t make it that long.” Leading by example so Remmy would have something to go off of he folded his arms inside the pelt, drawing it up and over his shoulders as he shrunk down, “It’ll be okay, Skye. We’re here” were the last words he could manage before he fully transformed, looking across the bathroom at Skylar and Remmy.

Skylar's body was too weak to protest against Remmy as she was laid into the skin. The seal pelt wrapped around her, the folds draping against her body as the change began to overtake her. Her legs began to compress against each other in a not at all unpleasant way until they simply weren't there. Instead, small back flippers wiggled where her legs were. Her eyes widened as she watched the seal skin begin to close to form a round, furry stomach-- her stomach. And her arms, her hands, the two shifted until they were gone and flippers replaced them. Instinctively, she dislodged her veneers from her mouth and spit them away, the false teeth clattering against the floor as she felt her ears press against her skull, her face elongate slightly. The entire process, it took no longer than a handful of minutes. It didn't even hurt. Still lying flat on her back, she attempted to stand, only to roll awkwardly onto her stomach, her arms-- no, her flippers-- catching her. Staring from Remmy to Ricky's new seal form, she let out a scream. Why have you done this?! She attempted to yell, but a loud barking noise came out instead. Wide eyed and horrified, Skylar shook her head. But, the haze of pain was gone and she now saw the world through clear eyes. She was a selkie. And there was nothing she could do about it.

Remmy watched Ricky transform, awed and transfixed, eyes wide. It was kind of beautiful to watch, and Remmy felt their chest grow a little lighter as it happened. They were truly blessed to be able to watch this. They folded Skylar’s arms in like Ricky had, then stepped back and let the magic work itself again. It only took a few moments, but Remmy was sure they’d remember this forever. Once it was done, Remmy hurried to try and lift Skylar into the tub, but even with their somewhat super strength, they struggled. In the next moment, Skylar was screaming at them. Loudly. Good thing they already had hearing damage. Remmy jumped back, looking between the two seals. Couldn’t help but smile. They were both extremely adorable. But that wiped away quickly when Skylar barked again. “Hey, hey!” Remmy said, holding out their hand, “it’s okay! Relax! You gotta get in the tub, okay! It’ll feel nice, I promise!” they said, pointing towards the bath. “Oh, god, I hope you can understand me. I didn’t ask. Can you understand me? Bark once if yes! Wait--” Remmy paused, scratching their head. “Um....follow Ricky’s lead!” they said, pointing from Ricky to Skylar. “Can you do that?”

Waiting to ensure that Skylar had completed her transformation successfully, Ricky, began the somewhat less laborious process of becoming human again. Folding his long limbs out of the pelt and stepping out, he pushed his damp hair out of his face and carefully hung his skin over the towel rack, “Hey!” He wagged a finger at the irate seal on his bathroom floor, “Language! I assume there was some profanity in there.” He helped Remmy lift Skylar up, depositing her in the cool water of the tub, “Now splash around a bit. It’ll make you feel better I promise, and if you’re real good I’ll cook you dinner afterward.” He turned to Remmy and smiled grimly, “Messy, but effective.” Tying his hair back with a tie from a bowl by the bathroom sink he folded himself onto the floor and sighed, “Well… at least we got her in her skin.”

Skylar was powerless to fight against the two of them as they lifted her into the large bathtub. She squirmed in their grasp, not wanting any of this. But, as she sank into the tub and felt the cool water against her skin-- her fur-- the last remnants of her pain faded away. Rolling from her stomach to her back, she stared at the flippers that moved where her arms should be. The brain fog had fully disappeared from her mind and the specific memories from her circumstances muddling together in a confusing jumble of pain and anguish. Why am I here? Skylar asked, shaking her head when more barking came from her lips. Tilting her head, she looked at the tub, at the flippers, at herself. Why did you... do this? She asked, the words lost in a mournful howl.

Once Remmy had dropped Skylar into the tub, they backed off a little giving her space. This was Ricky’s place of expertise now, not theirs. They sank to the floor against the wall and let out a long breath, trying to block out the sad sounds Skylar was howling at them. “Yeah,” they said with a slight now, “yeah, at least we got her...in the skin.” They looked over at Skylar, another stab of guilt running through them. They didn’t know what to say anymore, so they just gave her a sad look before letting their eyes fall back to Ricky’s. “What now? Do we just...wait?”

Skylar’s howls and barks of some comixture of rage and sorrow filled the bathroom and bounced off the walls and tiled floor, and Ricky was glad that Winston was off somewhere else for the evening, “Hey. Ms. Attitude…” he toweled his legs off, trying to remove the slime as best he could without actually getting in the shower, “I’m not letting another family member die. So. You can bark all you want. But I stand by what we did.” Turning to Remmy he shrugged as he resumed his spot on the floor next to them, “Yup. She’ll figure out how to step out of it again when her body’s done the reacclimating it needs to do. But for the moment we just sit here and watch her splash all over my clean bathroom”

When the two backed out of the bathroom, Skylar finally found herself alone. In the water, in her skin, she felt... whole. The memory of holding her pelt paled in comparison to this moment. But, there was something strange about all this. Something... familiar. As out of place as her flippers felt, as strange as the whiskers in her face seemed, it all felt familiar. Resting her head on the edge of the tub, Skylar let out a short huff of a sigh. Why. Why did this feel so familiar to her? She'd only woken up in the tub of her apartment a handful of times and she'd never remembered what had happened. Why didn't this feel strange?

Remmy let out a long sigh. They had done the right thing, they understood that, but it still hurt. As they followed Ricky out, to give Skylar some privacy in the water, they stood awkwardly in his room, unsure where to sit. “I’ll totally help you clean up. I can just do it myself, too. Clean. The bathroom. I’m sorry.” They fiddled with their fingers, glancing around the room, just now registering how big and fancy the house was. “You um-- you have a really nice house…” they muttered.

Ricky knew that it would likely be a minute before Skylar was ready to resume her human form, and so nodded his head towards the kitchen, padding through the hallway on slightly-sticky feet. “I think we earned some coffee. Or something else, if you’re in the mood for something stronger.” He started the coffee machine and dragged two mugs down, just in case Remmy did want something. “Technically not mine.” He pulled cream from the fridge and brought down the sugar bowl, leaning against the counter, “you hungry? I don’t have brains… but I’ve got other protein. As to the house… it belongs to Dee. Delores Agier, who owns this house and that giant mansion to which this is the guest house. She was one of my mom’s closest friends. After my mom was murdered and my dad wanted to move back to Venezuela she offered to raise me so I wouldn’t have to leave White Crest.”

Remmy followed Ricky once again. “Coffee is fine! Just coffee…” they said, knowing it wouldn’t taste or do anything for them. But it was more the...action that was the comfort, than the liquid itself. The question of alcohol briefly crossed their mind-- could they even get drunk anymore? Did alcohol affect them?-- but now wasn’t the time. “Oh, that’s-- that was really nice of her. I take you um-- like it here, then? In White Crest. And um, no, no that’s okay, I’m not hungry.” They sat down on one of the kitchen chairs. “I’ve only been here a few months. It’s nice….just kinda weird. But what place isn’t, I guess.”

Nodding, Ricky poured coffee into the mugs as soon as it was finished brewing, deeply inhaling the bittersweet scent as he stirred sugar and cream into it. He flashed a bright fanged smile in Remmy’s direction as he nodded, “She’s a marvelous woman. I owe her a great deal, and now that she’s getting older I take care of whatever she needs me to. It’s just a small way I can start to say thank you.” He pulled a bag of dried squid down from the cabinet and started to snack on it, “I do like it here. It’s good for my art, I’ve set down some nice roots here. But also… this is where we buried my mom, and this is where Dee is. I’ve got duties here I can’t shirk. But yeah. I like it.” Shrewdly looking over Remmy he picked a stubborn piece of dried squid out from between his fangs, “So did you move here before or after you died? If that’s not too forward. I assume you died… because… draugr.”

Remmy kept their eyes on Ricky, trying their best to not let their normal nerves make their eyes dart. It wasn’t that they were uncomfortable, but they did worry. Mostly about Skylar right now, alone in that bathtub upstairs. Remmy nodded. “That’s...really nice of you to do for her. What um-- what kind of art do you do? I met one of the local architects, he’s a really nice guy. He’s--” like me? Remmy paused, “kind of a shut in, but he’s sweet. Roots are nice. Um...having them in places.” They stiffened a little at the mention. “I, um-- after. I-- it happened almost two years ago now…” swallowed. “I don’t really...like to talk about it, though. It’s not...pleasant.”

It seemed like his undead friend was exceptionally nervous, and given that their friend was upstairs in his bathtub having an identity crisis, Ricky wasn’t sure he could blame them. “Woodwork primarily. Lots of furniture and wooden sculpture. I like making puzzle boxes too!” These descriptions made Ricky momentarily furrow his brow, “Shut in….. Sweet…. Maybe also terrified of germs and injuries? I think I might know him. Nice dude.” Clearly the topic of their death made them uncomfortable and Ricky thought it best to give the topic a wide berth. “Well… I can only assume it isn’t pleasant. People don’t ever seem to want to go through it more than once. But. moving on!!!” He topped off their coffee and hopped up on the counter, kicking his feet, “What made you choose White Crest?”

Remmy was grateful for the topic change. “Oh, I love puzzle boxes! I love um-- doing them. I really like doing puzzles.” They nodded. “Yep, that’s nim. He’s a good guy.” They let out a breath, taking a large sip of coffee. The warmth filled their insides, even if it tasted like nothing. It was a pleasant feeling. “Honestly?” a shrug, “it was the first place to call me back about a job. I didn’t really know what to do with my life after I came back from being posted and was retired from the military. I just sent out a bunch of applications and decided the first place to call me back would be the one. So...here I am.”

Ricky scuttled into the living room and pulled down a box from a shelf, “This is one of the most difficult ones I ever made. So. Let’s see if you can manage to open it up.” He set the highly polished wood box down on the counter and returned to his squid and coffee. “He seems real nice. I brought him some sandbags when the whole blood flooding thing started. Definitely a nice guy.” Drumming his fingers against the countertop he couldn’t help but laugh at Remmy’s story, “Seems almost… I dunno. Serendipitous? You happened to get a job in like the fucking supernatural hot spot of the northeast. Well… I for one am glad you came to White Crest. Now my fantasy of a terrible garage band is one step closer to reality!”

Remmy took the puzzle excitedly, taking the few moments alone to listen and see if Skylar was still making a fuss upstairs. It was quiet for now. Thank goodness. They immediately started working in on the puzzle. It was definitely quite complicated, but all Remmy had to do was turn it around a few times to get a full picture of it before their brain calculated exactly what to do and they started in. “He offered me a job,” they said absently, a little distracted by the puzzle. They could solve it, sure, but doing two things at once? Good luck. They paused to look up at Ricky. “You think so? Could just be a coincidence. I dunno if I believe too much in luck and all that…” they looked back down at the puzzle and continued to move pieces around, already almost halfway done. “Either way, I’m glad I came, too. Being in a band has been my childhood dream for as long as I can remember,” they teased.

It was interesting watching Remmy work through the puzzle box, which had taken Ricky nearly a month to make. All of the tiny intricate pieces, gears, and locking mechanisms had come together to make something he was truly proud of, and it seemed like his new friend was going to solve it in an embarrassingly small amount of time. “Did he? Doing what?” His snack lay abandoned as he watched Remmy work through the puzzle, “Oh no. Of course not. It’s absolutely coincidence, I just think it’s a funny one. That with your…. Condition, shall we say, you end up in a place suited to help you learn how to navigate it!” Chuckling he struck a pose, “We’re going to have ridiculous costumes I hope you know.”

“Yeah!” Remmy said excitedly, “mostly just helping with stuff around the studio, but he said If I wanna learn, he’d teach me. I don’t know yet, though. I’m not sure what I wanna do with my life anymore. Or, um-- unlife? Afterlife?” A shrug. “With whatever it is I have now. Architecture seems cool and I’ve always liked doodling, but it doesn’t like...spark that thing in me that I hear so many people talk about.” They went back to working on the puzzle, eyes calculating again as more locks stood in the way. Oh! That was how it worked. Okay. Remmy’s fingers fiddled in, turned a few things, and, finally, the box clicked and the center opened. “I guess in that way, it kind of wasn’t a coincidence. Maybe something did draw me here, but…” the opened the box carefully, “I guess I never really thought about it.” They looked up at Ricky, giving a grin, soft and a little tired. “Oh, we better. There’s no other way to be in a band.” Finally looking down at the prize inside. A picture of Ricky and a woman, who could only be assumed to be his mom. They looked back at Ricky. “Is um-- is that your mom?”

Letting out a final sigh, Skylar did her best to prop herself up in the tub. She didn’t know how long she’d been soaking in there, but it had been… nice. In a way. When she’d been at the pool only just the week before, she hadn’t felt even the slightest bit comfortable. But, in the tub, she had felt restless, cooped up, as though she was stuck in some kind of cage. Pushing the thoughts from her brain, Skylar blinked. Wait a second. Ricky hadn’t told her how to stop being a seal. But, uh… how hard could it be? Contorting her face slightly, she tried to remember how legs felt, how fingers and hands, how her face and jaw and skin felt in comparison to this seal form. And as she focused, Skylar could feel the skin starting to recede away from her body, her limbs making themselves known again, her spine straightening and lengthening. Shaking hands grasped the edge of the bathtub and Skylar let out shuddering gasps before she pulled herself out of the tub, skin draped around her shoulders. She stepped out of the tub and wrapped herself in a nearby towel, shivering as she padded out of the bathroom to where she could hear Ricky and Remmy talking. Water dripped down her face as she stared at the two of them, “How… how did I get here?” Skylar asked, before gesturing to the skin still around her. “And why did you do this?”

Ricky could feel his jaw literally drip as Remmy slid the last pin into place and opened the box, “That took me a MONTH! Just for the woodwork alone! It was like another two months of sketching and planning before that! Nobody has ever been able to open it!” He huffed a sigh, “Guess it’s time to start planning a new one… a better one… but yeah… that’s me and my mom. That was when I was… god… like seven? We went to San Francisco for a vacation and mom and I drove to Monterey and went to the aquarium and swam through the kelp forests in the Bay. It was amazing. That bay is just like… god…. One of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen.” He’d been about to launch into another story when he heard Skylar talk behind him, “Uber, I think.” he sighed and set his coffee down, “And because neither of us is willing to watch you suffer when the solution is in reach. It’s not the plan I’m proudest of, but, I’d do it again to save you from unnecessary pain.”

“Oh, really?” Remmy said, blinking. “I’m sorry. I can put it back together! Sorry.” They started putting the stuff back in place before pausing. “That’s....really sweet. Why do you keep it in--” but Remmy didn’t get to finish, as Skylar-- human skylar-- came padding in, still soaking wet, wrapped in a towel and her pelt. “Skye!” they said before they could stop themself. Bit their lip, refraining from just jumping up and hugging her immediately. She already looked so much better. Skin no longer pale, eyes full and round again, bags nearly gone from under her eyes. It made Remmy teary again. “Y-yeah, I...picked you up and brought you here. You don’t, um-- remember?” they glanced between the two again. “It was...I wasn’t going to watch you do that to yourself. I…” they stopped. Sorry wouldn’t cut it, because they weren’t sorry. They were only sorry Skylar would be in pain again, once the implications of this set in.

Blinking as the two of them explained themselves, Skylar’s lips pressed together as she read their lips. “I don’t remember anything other than being in bed, with my phone.” Which, it seemed, she didn’t have here. So she couldn’t even check what messages she’d sent out or anything like that. But, if her pelt was here, if Remmy was here, then… she must have worked with them. She had to have opened the safe, she had to have let them take her here. Swallowing, Skylar pulled the pelt around her shoulders protectively. “I need to go home.” She said, her voice rising in volume, “I need to go home, right now, and I don’t have my phone and I don’t have my hearing aids and I don’t have my teeth and I NEED TO GO HOME NOW.” She yelled, her lips pulling back to flash her fangs angrily at the two of them.

Honestly, it was a far more calm reaction than Ricky had been anticipating when Skylar came into the kitchen. He let her get through her initial shouting, drinking his coffee and running his hand idly around the edge of the picture of him and his mother. “Your teeth are upstairs in the bathroom. You spit them out while you were changing and I cleaned them and put them on the shelf to the left of the sink.” He set the coffee down and hopped off the counter, pushing still-damp hair out of his eyes, “I can take you home if you want.” He knew without the benefit of her hearing aids Skye would be relying solely on lip reading and her very limited hearing so he made sure she could see his mouth clearly, “We’ll get your clothes and dry off your pelt and be good to go. But…. don’t you feel in substantially less pain?”

Remmy stayed quiet as Skylar shouted. She was clearly upset, as was expected. As she was allowed to be. It still hurt, though, to hear her shout, to see her bare her teeth at them. Remmy looked away. They didn’t know what else to say, but luckily Ricky took charge, and didn’t seem to mind the yelling. They looked back at Skylar and stood up from the chair, going over. “Your stuff is all upstairs. I’ll go grab it,” they signed quickly, “if you want.”

Glaring at Ricky, Skylar shook her head. “I don’t want to go anywhere with you.” She growled, her hands shaking at her side. Though the creeping depression and pain had disappeared from her and she felt better than she had in… than she’d ever felt before, Skylar wasn’t about to tell Ricky that. He’d forced her to do this, they both had. “I don’t care. And no.” She said sharply in Remmy’s direction. “I’m going to get them myself. I need… to get home and I don’t have my phone. Can you call me an Uber or something? I’ll venmo you the money back.” Without waiting to see what Remmy said, she walked back to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her tightly. She hated this. She hated being angry at her friends, but she hated the situation they’d put her in more. Why couldn’t they have just left her alone?

With a colossal rumbling sigh Ricky picked up his phone and started requesting an Uber to drop Skye off at her apartment, “I know you’re lying to me” he called up the stairs as his fingers tapped away, requesting a silent ride for Skylar, “This wasn’t ideal…” he leaned against the banister at the bottom of the stairs and sighed, “But it’s what you needed. I know this is like a big huge weird thing, but, it’s also a, like, super integral part of your life. So. Something to get used to.” Longing for his coffee that he’d left in the kitchen he continued to wait for Skylar to come back downstairs.

Remmy immediately sat back down as Skylar snapped at them. That was two friends, now, that were mad at them. But if it meant protecting them-- from themselves or otherwise-- Remmy would take it. Better they be alive and hate them than dead and not. They let out a sigh and looked back at the opened puzzle on the table, started putting it back together, waiting for Skylar to come back down. They wished someone could go with her, if just to make sure she got home alright. But they doubted she wanted either of them anywhere near her right now. So they just finished putting the puzzle back together before setting it on the shelf and walking over to where Ricky was waiting. “It was for the best…” they muttered to him quietly, “right?”

#p: gitfsss #p: remmy mccallister #p: ricky cordero #medical blood cw #non con cw #chronic illness cw

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theskyeandsea · 5 years ago

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Class is in Session || Ricky & Skylar

Location: Ricky and Winston’s House

Summary: Skylar and Ricky meet and talk to each other, seal to seal.

TW: Chronic illness and depression mentions

It had taken far more convincing than Ricky thought it would, but, he had finally managed to convince Skylar to come to terms with what she was. Which meant now of course that he had to start putting together a curriculum for Selkie 101 apparently. Dragging himself laboriously from his spot on the couch he stumbled his way into the kitchen, wincing as the healing wound on his side tugged against its stitches. “Fuckkkkkkkkk” He muttered as he rifled through the cabinets for the coffee, grinding enough beans to start a pot and then leaning against the cold wood of the countertop as he waited for it to brew. It wasn’t terribly long before he heard the sound of tires on the driveway, just in time for him to pull two mugs down and set them on the counter, “Door’s unlocked!” He called out, not wanting to make the trek from the kitchen to the entryway, “I’m in the kitchen.”

Stepping out of her car, Skylar juggled her keys from hand to hand, staring at the house with trepidation. She didn’t want to be here, definitely not after everything that had happened at the dinner only just a few nights ago. But… she needed answers. Ricky had been right about everything, about her teeth, her food, being color blind, the fatigue and fevers and everything. He knew it all. And she knew absolutely nothing. She had to find out the truth. Her backpack thumped against her spine as she let herself into the house at Ricky’s invitation, the weight of the pelt a reminder of what was at stake. She made her way into the kitchen and saw Ricky setting two mugs on the counter top. “Hi… How are you doing, is there anything I can help with?” She asked anxiously, fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shirt as she stood in the kitchen.

Tugging a hoodie from a nearby chair, Ricky shrugged into it and zipped it up gingerly, “Cream or sugar? You shouldn’t really, too much will fuck with your stomach but a little now and again never hurt anybody.” He poured two large mugs full of the delicious smelling coffee and settled into a seat up on the counter, “Come on. Put the bag down and make yourself at home. This is scarier in your mind than it is in real life.” He hadn’t bothered to put his teeth in that morning, he hadn’t been planning on leaving the house and so he flashed Skylar a smile full of his pearly white fangs, “So. You’re a selkie. Like me. Welcome to the family.” He pushed the mug of coffee towards her and took a sip of his own, humming in delight, “Ah caffeine. Sweet delicious life giving caffeine. Thank god it exists.” He’d never really had cause to talk to other selkies who were less experienced than him, and felt like he was stumbling his way through this. Best he could do was just be a friend.

Seeing Ricky’s teeth in the daylight was a shock. Skylar had seen them before, she knew what they looked like, but it still threw her for a loop to see it in the light of day. This was real. It was all real. “Black’s just fine. Um… I guess I can take these out.” She said, gesturing to her mouth before she removed the veneers from her teeth. She tucked them away in the little case she kept in her backpack. It was always a nice relief to have them out; she was used to having them in, but it always felt just a little uncomfortable. Lifting the mug to her lips, she blew on the liquid to cool it before taking a sip. It just gave her something to do other than acknowledge the whole, selkie situation. “Mhm.” She nodded, not really sure what else she could say. Her backpack was still resting on her shoulders, safe and secure. She didn’t want to let go of it, even if Ricky said it was okay. “So… you’re a selkie?” She asked, the word foreign to her mouth.

Ricky watched somewhat nonchalantly as Skylar removed her teeth and tucked them away in a small case from her bag. “Always feels better to have them out. I can always hear just the littlest shade of a lisp when I’ve got them in. I’m just used to talking without them.” He listened to the long stretching silence, determined to let her take the lead on any self discovery that might happen “We…” he correct gently, “We are selkies. Since I’m now more than reasonably confident in that assessment.” Another sip of coffee and he stretched his legs out before tucking one under him, “But yes. I”m a selkie. There’s probably some latin species name for us, but…. Selkie usually just does the trick. Subspecies of therianthrope, or shape shifter, much like a werewolf, though in far more control.”

Skylar took a seat at the counter next to Ricky, staring into her mug as he spoke. They were both selkies. She was a selkie. She was… a seal person. And as much as she wanted to protest against it, to turn off her hearing aids and just pretend she’d never heard any of this, she couldn’t. “I… How. How does it work? If we’re not like werewolves, how does it work?” She asked. “I’ve never been a seal. I wasn’t lying when I said that, I’ve never been a seal in my life. I think I’d remember turning into a blubbery fish eating… animal.” She shook her head. Even as she said that, the confused memories of waking up in her bathtub with the pelt next to her came back to her.

“Well… for one, selkism can’t be passed on through a bite. It’s simply genetic. As to how it works? You’ve got a skin. Your real skin. You simply……. Step into it and return to being a seal. Which I know sounds a little reductive but, that’s what happens. Your body secretes what is essentially lube, and you just pull it on and you’re back to being a seal again.” Another sip of coffee and he nodded slowly, pushing uncooperative curls out of his face, “that… doesn’t surprise me. It sounds like you spent a lot of time not knowing, which means your body put itself into some pretty dire situations to keep itself alive. Which isn’t ideal. That can’t be good for you long term. But… that is in the past now. Now that you know what you are, you can start to live in a way that makes it easier for you to live in comfort.”

“My real skin?” Skylar echoed, the weight of her backpack pressing down against her shoulders. The seal pelt. It was hers. Her skin. That she was meant to just slide into. That wasn’t possible, that couldn’t be real. There was just so much for her to process. “I don’t know anything about this.” Skylar said quietly before taking a long drink from her mug. Staring at her hands, she wrestled with how to talk about her family. “I’m not… My family…” Her words caught in the back of her throat, but she forced herself to continue. “Ricky. I didn’t know any of this because no one in my family knows any of this. I’m adopted. And, less than a year ago, I found out that when I was a baby, my mom found me on the beach with,” Skylar gestured to the bag, “a weird pelt wrapped around me. That was it. No one else was around, there was no note, nothing.”

Taking a long sip of coffee, Ricky nodded slowly as Skylar told her story, “That sounds about right. Makes sense that you wouldn’t know anything about how to survive as one, then. It’s real easy for us to pass as human, teeth not withstanding, but we do require some upkeep.” He hobbled over to the fridge and pulled out the omnipresent place of smoked salmon, “help yourself.” Resuming his seat on the counter he thoughtfully chewed on a piece of salmon while he listened, “Well… it’s functionally pointless to try to figure out the why of all of that. It happened, it’s unfortunate and I can’t help but think there could have been a better way but it happened. Now we gotta figure out how to get you good and ready to face the world as a selkie.”

Not one to pass up the offer of fish, Skylar took a piece of salmon and popped it into her mouth. She hummed in response to his words. There was a lot in her past that she really didn’t want to get into and it was a relief that Ricky didn’t seem to want to hear about it. He knew what he needed to and now… he was going to Mr. Miyagi her into being a selkie? Or something like that? “You said that vampires and werewolves and stuff were real too. Does me being,” She took in a deep breath to steady herself, “A selkie, does that put me in danger? Does it put the people around me in danger? What does it even mean for me to be like this? Am I supposed to go out and just hop into the harbor and turn into some seal thing? Do I need to start learning whale calls? I don’t-- I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with this information.”

A lot of questions tumbled out in short order and Ricky couldn’t help but chuckle to himself a little bit, “Woah woah woah killer. Slow your roll.” He polished off the mug of coffee and refilled it, “You being a selkie puts you more in danger from humans than from other members of the supernatural community. Except vampires, who love us. We got extra blood. We’re like a supersized combo for them. The biggest danger will always be human hunters. Always.” He ate some more of the salmon and chuckled again “Do I look like I know whale calls? Look at me. But yes. You are. Generally in the middle of the night, and only in places where you know you’re absolutely alone. Consider this your superhero secret identity.”

A superhero identity. Yeah, right. No superhero she’d ever read about turned into a big ball of blubber. And had fangs. Sighing, Skylar rubbed her temples, trying to process everything. The supernatural community. Which meant there was more to it than just the magical stuff she’d seen Winston do and the basics of what Ricky had told her. There was a whole… secret society of people. Supernatural people. And she was suddenly apart of that too. “Human hunters? What do you mean by that? Someone going Captain Ahab on us?” She said, choosing to ignore the thing about vampires turning her into a happy meal. She would deal with that later. “I don’t,” Skylar squirmed in her seat, not sure how to say this. “I’mafraidoftheocean.” She confessed, the words coming out in a quiet jumble.

“Yup. Human hunters. Some of them have some weird pseudo-religious rabid need to cleanse the earth of the monsters…. Which is just weird and wrong on so many levels, and some of them just like to sell shit on the black market. And selkie skins are hella valuable.” That second part threw him for a loop, though. He wasn’t sure he’d ever heard of a selkie who was afraid of the ocean. “Well…. That’s new.” He scratched at the stubble on his jaw thoughtfully, “Not the end of the world though. We can get you in a swimming pool or pond too. It’s really more about wearing the skin than like ocean deep dives. But…… we might have to work on fixing that fear.”

“A black market? There’s a black market-- wait, they’d sell my skin?” Skylar asked, voice cracking slightly at the idea of the pelt, her pelt, getting taken away from her. She’d spent so long without knowing any of this, of never having her skin. The thought of someone stealing her skin, keeping it from her forever, it filled her stomach with dread. “The ocean freaks me out because of these,” She said, pushing her hair back to show her hearing aids, “I can’t get them wet. If they get wet, I’d have to replace them and I don’t have the money to do that. I need my hearing aids to work.” At Ricky’s reassurance that they could go elsewhere, Skylar shut her eyes, cringing a little. “And… if I told you I don’t know how to swim..?”

“There’s a black market for almost anything. But yes. They’d sell your skin. They’d kill you, and leave you dead and skinless, and your family would have to bury you in the ground because you didn’t have your skin with you. You couldn’t be burned and scattered to the tides, like selkies should be when they die.” No small amount of heat crept into his voice, and he took a deep breath and tamped it back down again, “well. I’ll be honest with you. I don’t know how hearing aids work with the transformation. My hearing is bad and all, but I always just leaned on lip reading. Can you remove them? Or are the stuck in like cochlear implants are?” He couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit at the last confession, “Believe me. The seal knows how to swim. The woman might not, but the seal does. They’ll take care of you in the water.”

Skylar could hear the emotion in Ricky’s voice and she reached out to hold his hand, rubbing the back of his hand reassuringly with her thumb. The fate he described sounded awful, it sounded worse than anything she had ever imagined. And it seemed like it was something he knew too well. She didn’t want to pry, though. So instead, she nodded. “Got it. Keep my skin secret. And avoid hunters.” She said before pulling her hand back, her face warming with slight embarrassment. Skylar knew she didn’t always like being touched by other people and here she was, violating his personal space. “Ah. Sorry. Um… I can take them out. It’s just kinda scary being outside without them.” She admitted. His words about her seal side knowing how to swim were probably meant to reassure her, but all she could think was, What if he’s wrong? What if she’s not a selkie and all of this is just a delusion?

Skylar reached out to take his hand and Ricky held it tightly, sighing to himself as he nodded, confident she’d understood the gravity of human hunters and the extreme danger they posed. He couldn’t help but make a quiet noise to himself as she talked about the fear of being without her hearing aids and a small smile crossed his face, “Do you know why your hearing is so bad? Why mine is? Why every single member of our species has some level of auditory impairment? Our ears aren’t made for hearing in air. My hearing is amazing underwater. I can hear the sounds of schools of fish moving through the water, the telltale crunch of shifting stone…. There’s no impairment down there. So. I get that fear. But… the other side of the coin is that once you do conquer it, the impairment doesn’t exist below the waves.

As Ricky described what it would be like underwater, a part of Skylar couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like. What it would feel like. To have her eyes opened to a whole new world, to a world that she’d never known she was a part of. The idea of just being able to be free-- it was tempting. It was so tempting. But, as she thought about it, the other side of the coin became readily apparent. If all of her challenges in life were because she was a selkie… if her hearing and her depression and the pain that wore her down and exhausted her every day was part of being a selkie and never knowing… Tears began to well up in her eyes. How could her parents have let her live like that? “You’re saying that if I go underwater, if I turn into a- a seal. I’ll be normal?”

Ricky’s heart broke a tiny bit at Skylar’s question and he took her hand again and squeezed it “Well…. No. Because you’re a seal and the general majority metric isn’t. But. Why would you want to be? You won’t be normal. But you’ll be a new part of yourself.” Refilling both their coffees and smiled, “you’ll be putting another piece of the puzzle in, one that’s going to help you feel more whole. But definitely your health is going to improve. Depriving yourself of the transformation is similar to not eating right or not getting enough sleep. You do it for long enough it’s going to start wearing your body now. But now that you know, you can stop feeling like that because you know the cure for it. “

Skylar bit the inside of her cheek, her fangs pinching together in a reminder of just how different, how strange, how not human she was. All she had ever wanted was to just be normal. To not be a burden. And now, no matter how she tried to spin it, her definitive abnormality was staring her right in the face. Staring at herr coffee mug, Skylar did her best to absorb everything Ricky was telling her. She was in it now and, if she wanted to get through this new life of hers, she would need all the help she could get. “Okay. Okay. I can… I can try. I can try to do that.” She said, unwilling to say the word, “My skin. How do I keep it safe?” Skylar asked, her free hand moving to clutch the strap of her backpack instinctively.

Knowing that this was a monumental amount of information for Skylar to absorb, Ricky sat quietly on the counter while she did, one foot swinging listlessly as he enjoyed the bitter taste of his coffee. “Trying is always a good start. It’s not going to come right away, this is still a big adjustment, but, you can keep trying and keep trying and keep trying and eventually it’s going to be second nature to you.” Hopping down from the counter he trudged over to retrieve his phone from where it’d been charging, bringing up an email confirmation that he went to forward onto her. “There’s a small fireproof safe that’s going to arrive sometime this week. It’s the same kind that I keep mine in. Try not to bring it with you places. Keep it safe, keep it secret, bring it out when you need to transform or if you’re travelling. Never travel outside the city without it. Even if you think it’s just an overnight trip. You want it with you in case you get waylaid or stuck somewhere.”

When her phone buzzed with the email attachment, Skylar stared at it in confusion. A fireproof safe? He’d ordered one for her? He didn’t even know her and he was giving her that? And, and all of this information? It was too much. “How much do I owe you for the safe?” She asked, sliding her phone back into her pocket. “That all makes sense.” God, the fact that she was even saying that was insane. “Keep it locked away and, and, if I go on a road trip, make sure I’ve got it with me. Uh huh. Yeah. That… that makes sense.” She said before resting her head on the cool, clean counter top, her eyes squeezed shut. God. “Fuck.” She mumbled quietly.

Ricky’s brow furrowed for a moment. “Nothing. You owe me nothing. This is something your clan or your family was supposed to do. Teach you this. Help you figure out how to be safe. You apparently don’t have one. So. As the only other selkie in White Crest… you’re part of mine now. If you want to be of course.” Leaning forward he squeezed her shoulder lovingly, “You’re not alone anymore, Sky. You’ve got me… and the giant rambunctious family that comes with that” it was true. His mother’s family was loud and sometimes annoying, but they would have never abandoned a pup on the beach like somebody did to Skylar. “This only seems like a lot because it’s happening all at once. But. It’ll even out and life will be as it was. Just with the addition of frequent transformations.”

When Ricky squeezed her shoulder-- a gesture that would normally make her flinch away-- Skylar found herself relaxing at the touch. Something about it just felt… familiar. Even though she didn’t know him any better than she knew anyone in this town, his reassurance meant so much to her. “A clan?” She echoed. “A family?” The words felt so strange to her, because they meant that the people she had considered her family for so long were anything but. They’d kept the truth from her, caused her nothing but pain and hurt. They weren’t her family. And whoever her… true family, her true clan had been, they didn’t care about her. They’d left her all alone. Unable to say anything more, Skylar reached for her hearing aids, pulling them from her ears. She couldn’t bring herself to listen to this anymore. It was too much.

It was clear to Ricky that they had long since past the point where Skylar was emotionally able to process the conversation they were having, and her removal of her hearing aids confirmed that for him. He refilled her coffee and patted her knee gently, gathering his own mug to head out to his workshop. Before he left though, he caught her eye one last time. Stay as long as you want, my home is yours, he managed to sign out in clumsy sign language. It was a lot for her to take in, but, hopefully she knew she had a place where she was always welcome.

#p: ricky cordero #p: ciis #chronic illness mention tw #depression mention tw #//figured id rather be safe than sorry

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