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pancho-pinto · 19 days ago

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Stick your head underwater for the sharks

have 801 words of smallgemtho napping fic

Etho sticks his head into the water, holding his breath as he shakes off the sudden cold. Deeper down where the light is different, he finds two silhouettes huddled up in a crater, comfortable in the sand. Two bodies forming an oval-like shape—one copper and one brown, both dulled and darkened by the depth.

His puffed up cheeks hurt but no words can come out, so he pouts where he is, staring jealously. By luck or some miracle or maybe divine intervention, his presence goes noticed, one of the sharks flapping its tail before a lazy head rises.

Bubbles rise as the other shark wakes too, both swimming circles to wake up before looking up.

Silently, probably dumbly, Etho stares at the pair, long enough for them to see his pout before his body jerks back. He gasps air back into his lungs as water drips down the front of his coat, his hairs sticking down as he coughs up some water. He takes a couple deep breaths before the water surface breaks.

With a small wave washing over him, a copper body flies out of the water, a human body landing on ground. Shortly after, another wave rises to hit both, another body joining them.

Gem slides her hand under her fringe, flipping it back as she turns to Joel, glaring at him though there is a smirk on her lips. “Thanks.”

Joel huffs a smirk back, “You are welcome, Gem.”

The pair turn to look at Etho, a united front that wavers when they notice Etho’s expression. The mask is tossed aside and there is a frown on his brow, lips twisted into a scowl, arms crossed over his chest, and tail thumping behind him to make a point.

They bump while tilting heads, neither flinching.

“He looks upset,” Gem whispers loudly, not even trying to be subtle.

“He’s obsessed,” Joel replies, and Gem nods. “Maybe he’s jealous.”

Gem lifts her head slightly, then drops it back on top of Joel’s. “I think someone sells water breathing potions.”

Joel pushes against her. “Yeah, but he’s cheap.”

“And wet.”

He nods, “And wet.”

“I can hear you,” Etho hisses.

“I think he can hear us, Gem.”

She gasps, covering her mouth with her hand, “Because you’re being too loud, Joel. Don’t you know what whispering is?”

“Whispering? I am whispering, Gem!” Joel replies, pointedly raising his voice which causes Gem’s grin to widen, small giggles that in turn make Joel smile wider. “I think we should kill him, Gem. So we can go back to napping. He deserves it for interrupting us.”

Gem’s response is short, wordless, the pair already in sync.

Before Etho can get his bearings or run, they leap to him, their combined weight tackling him to the ground. He huffs, expecting a punch or the cut of a sword, but nothing happens other than shifting weight. He opens his eyes to the cloudless bright blue sky above, fleetingly thinking that death just happened quickly and he already respawned.

The weight on his hip and chest say otherwise.

Although his movement is limited, Etho lifts his head to see Gem sitting on his right peck and Joel sitting on his left hip, looking in opposite directions. When he tries to shake them off, they pointedly dig their heels in. So a couple minutes pass by.

Gem yawns, and Joel turns his head.

“Tired?”

She answers with a nod and hum, rubbing her eye.

When they stand up, Etho almost makes a grab for them, stopping only when they sit beside him. Then they lay down, nestled in his arms, heads resting on his shoulder and collarbone, looking at each other.

“Joel,” Gem calls, back to the loud whispering, hushed but intentionally loud like they are the only ones there.

“Gem,” Joel answers, a yawn cutting his words this time.

Where he lays, Joel makes an obnoxiously loud kissing sound, and Gem gags with a laugh. They smile at each other, giggling before pushing up. They look down at Etho, their shadows draping over him.

“Hi,” Etho squeaks out a greeting, the pout replaced with some amusement mixed with fear. His eyes flicker between them, shrinking with growing anxiety. He gulps the longer they stay silent, and mentally, he prepares himself for death again.

Instead, the pair bump heads again as they lean down, pressing two kisses on the corners of his lips before intentionally bumping foreheads with smiles. Etho stares with wide eyes, but there is virtually no time to question them as they lay down again.

And by the time Etho had processed what he witnessed, barely grasping the implications, they were fast asleep on him. So there is nothing left to do but wrap his arms around them and promptly follow them to slumber.

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