I've just noticed I've gone over 400k words... Wtf? How? When did this happen?
Xian0451 - No, that'd just unnecessarily complicate things. Paige will have a role, but more of a sisterly one then a romantic one.
TheClowningPrince - For ship names I thought about things the started with forest or emerald cause both Taylor and Phoenix have green eyes and hair/highlights, but that's all I've got. And your nails will be fine now, it's here.
Chinchilla beserker - Unfortunately I don't have a Spotify playlist for you, and thanks for the for the compliments.
Geek-God Of Speed - Because reasons.
Deal with itt - Those plot points will eventually peter out once they're all fully fleshed out.
Edgar3t - I'm actually not sure how to incorporate win conditions like Exodia into the real world. He'll probably be mentioned, but still a little lost on that.
[Amy's POV]
I wanted to sleep, I really did, but I just couldn't. There was too much on my mind and it wasn't going away, so I decided to stay up to just... Think.
New Wave was officially disbanding, and I didn't know.
Aunt Sarah, Eric, and Crystal were going to join The Guild.
Vicky, was joining The Guild...
And I didn't know.
I just...
The...
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Dropping my head into my hands, I took a breath in, then shakily let it out. I had promised Vicky to keep in touch, and I had every intention to do just that... But the keyword there was 'Had.' After Melody told us about Mark's death I just... I couldn't do it. It didn't matter what anyone said, the fact that he killed himself was MY fault. If I didn't argue with Carol, if I just kept my mouth shut, then it wouldn't have happened.
I'd spent years taking her shit, I could've just as easily gone another day taking more of it.
I knew Phoenix and Taylor would disagree, Dragon and her sisters too, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. Mark had been depressed for years, but nothing had ever come from it. My fight with Carol was the last straw, and he fucking killed himself because of it.
Vicky lost the man she saw as her Father, even if he wasn't she still grew up thinking he was, and it was my fault. She didn't deserve to have me butting into her life, so I didn't. I promised her that I'd keep in touch, but I lied and spat on the olive branch she gave me. (I just... I can't do anything right, can I?)
Maybe Carol had been right. (Maybe I am a monster...) Even if she was wrong, I still felt like one, and maybe that was all that mattered... (Maybe... Maybe I should leave while I can. They don't need a monster here.) I shook at that, too scared to actually think about going through with it. Phoenix and Taylor were the last good things I had going for me, and Scylla was basically the only family I had left. Leaving would mean losing them, and I wasn't sure if I could survive without them...
(But do I deserve to keep su...-) Before I could even finish thinking that, a pair of arms draped themselves around my shoulders, a chin plopping onto my head as they did. I froze at the contact, because I knew there were only two other people here, then nearly jumped out of my skin when a body plopped itself onto the couch next to me. (Oh God, they're both up.)
Taking my hands off of my face helped me figure out who was where... And also showed me that Taylor looked as much of a mess as I felt. Her hair was all over the place, looking more like a puffy cat compared to the wave it usually was, shirt as disheveled as she looked, and was idly rubbing at her eyes... But somehow she still looked hot. (... Though if she's there...)
As if he was reading my fucking mind, Phoenix spoke up. "Too early for sad bitch hours. Don't be depressed, be horny."
I felt my mind lag for way too many reasons.
First was the fact that Phoenix and I were in an intimate position while Taylor was literally sitting right next to me. (The fact I can feel his hands through my shirt isn't helping either!) He wasn't even doing anything with them, they were just there, and I was trying not to hyper focus on the fact that they were, or else my body would give me away.
Second was the shit he just said. I would've taken offense to being called a 'Sad bitch' if he wasn't right, and if he hadn't just said 'Be horny' when he was literally a few inches away from palming my tits... (And fuck me if I wouldn't stop him.) I really wouldn't, and I was pretty fucking sure he knew that.
Then there was the husky rumble, and how hearing and feeling it against my scalp immediately started to do things to me. (NO! NO HORNY! STOP!)
While I was trying to stop my body from heating up and giving me away, Taylor opened an eye, peering at her boyfriend as she grumbled by my side. "Too early for your shit," Oh fuck, her voice rumbled too, I was extra fucked. "Siddown or get whacked."
Phoenix grumbled noncommittal noises against my scalp and I had to physically stop myself from melting. (What the fuck?! Is this a fetish?!) Then I mentally lagged for another reason. (How did I get here?!) I was self aware enough to recognize the start of a spiral, especially after the few days I'd been here, but it was suddenly gone, and now I was wondering about finding a new fetish? It was like they had a routine to stop me from feeling like shit. (Am... Am I that predictable?) I... Didn't think I was, but considering they were the only real friends I'd had in years, maybe I wouldn't have known until it happened.
Suddenly, just as suddenly as they came, the arms draped on top of me moved away, his chin following after as Phoenix moved away. The loss of contact made me whine for a second, but a pair of snorts made me freeze. (Oh shit, they heard that.) I did my best to not look at Taylor, I wasn't about to open that little box, and looked the other way...
Right into an equally disheveled Phoenix, his hair looking like a shorter but more wild mane then Taylor's, both eyes just as visible as the tired smirk on his face. The asshole hummed at me, then dropped onto the couch seat on my right, sandwiching me between him and Taylor. "Does the short stack want cuddles? We can give cuddles if she of the shortest stack inquires for some."
I quashed the knee jerk reaction of saying he was only 3 inches taller then me, and just huffed, forcing away the blush I knew would come up from the affectionate, for him, nickname. "Mi Corazon, I love you, I really do," I ignored the pain in my heart at that, and turned an eye towards Taylor, who was sending a look at the green haired guy beside me. "But again, its too early for your bullshit."
Phoenix just grunted at that, laying back into the couch and closing his eyes. I was kind of surprised that he just let it be, already have gotten used to Phoenix pulling some shit to annoy us just because he could, but he was probably just as tired as Taylor was...
Wait, why were they even up? I'd been here for... A few minutes atleast, and hadn't made any sounds to give away the fact that I was up... (So why are they here?) Then another question immediately flew into my mind. (Would I rather they not be here?) The answer to that came just as fast as the question did. (No... I... I want them here.) And I did, I really really did.
They were only here for like, a minute, and I was so far from a downward spiral it might as well be on another continent. Phoenix and Taylor just had a way of making me feel so... Happy, complete, that I never really felt before. They didn't force me to do anything, guilt me into anything, make me spend time with people I couldn't give a damn about...
They wanted me for me, and that meant everything to me.
Even now, while we were just silently sitting in the livingroom, in the dark like a bunch of weirdos, I felt like this was right. The silence stretched on for a bit, no one saying anything, which was fine. I wanted to get my thoughts back on a sort of reasonable path after this fucking roller coaster I'd go...- "So, Taylor and I want to include you in our relationship."
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As soon as the words registered as words he actually spoke, and not some fucked up figment of my imagination, I whipped my head towards Phoenix so fast I heard something crack in my neck. Physical pain was irrelevant in the face of what he'd just said though, and I fully focused on my emerald eyed male crush, who was already peering at me with one of his eyes. "What?!" Because really, what the fuck do you say to that?!
A long, and exasperation fueled sigh, went out by my other side, and Taylor started speaking up before I could turn around. "Welp, fuck the plan I guess." Looking at Taylor, I saw the tired, but meaningful smile she was sending at me, and I just...
I had no idea how to process this. The one good thing I'd been wishing for for a few days was dropped into my lap out of fucking nowhere, and I didn't know what to do. But then I thought about it for more then a second and came to the only logical conclusion. "Dream. This is a dream. I've finally lost my goddamn min...-"
I didn't even get to finish that thought before a sorta sharp nail poked my cheek, my eyes turning back to narrow themselves at Phoenix, who was just staring at me with that stupid smile of his. "You said that out loud short stack." I blinked... Oh... Well that was... Embarrassing. His grin widened though, and I was scared I said that out loud too. "But a dream, huh? You dream about us sitting on the livingroom couch, in the dark, and fully clothed? How scandalous short stack."
My eye twitched at that, the urge to smack a bitch named 'Phoenix' rising. "Shut the fuck up." (What a great goddamn comeback Amy, you'll make a lyricist yet.) I shooed away that thought, trying to focus on the annoying bastard in front of me. (I can bite him, his finger is right there... But then he'd probably make some stupid fucking dick or sucking joke and I'd lose immediately.) I settled for growling at him, because that was the only thing I could do without trying to claw at The Changer, and getting my ass beat.
While I growled like a feral cat, and he grinned at me like a smug asshole, Taylor sighed again. "Okay, no, you know what, fuck this." And suddenly there was a hand on my cheek, my head turning/being turned to the source...
And then my eyes fully shot open when Taylor pressed her lips against mine. (Soft.) And then I registered what was happening.
Taylor was kissing me...
Taylor was KISSING me.
TAYLOR WAS KISSING ME! (Oh God yes.) I practically melted into the couch as my female crush fulfilled one of the things I'd wanted for a while now, not even caring about what my Power was feeling. I already knew their biology was different, but that was not only their secret, but now was not the time to ask why that was, it was time for me to enjoy the very real kiss I was getting.
It was all I'd ever wanted from Vicky, but the reality that this was from Taylor, The Master, one of the best S&R Heroes in the country, if not the world, and one of my only bestfriends, was so much better then I could ever expect from the aforementioned blonde. Her lips were soft, tasting like... Like blueberry and some kind of fruit? (Doesn't matter.) It really didn't, I loved it either way.
Sadly the kiss ended after a few more seconds, and my whine was louder and needier as I opened my eyes, not even knowing when I'd closed them, watching Taylor pull her head and hand away... Licking her lips as she did, a glint in her tired jade eyes that made my body heat up in a familiar, but entirely new way. (I'm going to die. Not to some Villain or Endbringer bullshit, but from a kiss...) I couldn't even think about anything else, the kiss made me feel wanted, and I craved that more then I ever thought I did.
Then another voice brought me out of my thoughts, making me remember we weren't alone. "Well, that was hot." Slowly blinking and turning to Phoenix, and only idly noting the snort from my left, I stared at him, my mind a little too muddled to actually say anything right now. Though the mischievous smirk on his face shot through my slow thoughts, instantly knowing he was up to somet...-
Phoenix leaned down a bit, my eyes laser focused onto his as a hand cupped one of my cheeks. I didn't move, couldn't move, and just leaned towards him... And then his lips touched mine, and I melted again, my eyes closing as I did. His lips weren't as soft as Taylor's, but they weren't rough either, more of a middle ground between the two. Then there was the taste of fresh fruit that came from him, sort of a mix between cherry and apple, which just made me relax into him and the kiss. (God... If this is a dream, don't let me wake up.)
I gave myself to the feelings going through me, to the feeling of Phoenix's lips, and just let go.
Those few seconds were probably the freest I'd felt in years, which made it that much more disappointing when he pulled away. I whined again, not even caring at this point, and opened my eyes just in time to watch him lick his lips, a wide grin on his face as he did. "Ya know, you taste kind of like coffee." My already burning cheeks burned a bit hotter at that, because that was the most embarrassing way my coffee addiction could be used against me.
"As hot as that was, despite you ruining it with that comment, can we go back to bed and deal with this in the morning?" And there was the reminder that, again, we weren't alone. I looked away from Phoenix, my head turning straight down so I didn't have to look at either of my green haired/eyed crushes.
"I mean, as long as Amy's fine with it?" I didn't even look or say anything, worried I'd try to get another kiss from whoever I looked at, and just nodded. If someone kissed me again, or a hand went below the collar, I knew I'd be liable to just beg for them to just fuck my brains out. "Kaaay then. Not it on getting Scylla."
I blinked, remembering that yes, my snake Daughter was still in my room, sleeping this whole scene away. I zoned out for a bit, wondering how we were going to explain this to our Daughter... "I want you to know that I hate you with every fiber of my being." Taylor's words snapped me out of my thoughts, turning to look over to her, seeing the tired glare she was sending over me, then turning to Phoenix, who was just giving her a smug smile.
"Too bad so sad, now get off ya ass and go get our scaly lass."
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"Why can you rhyme?" I had no idea why I said that, but it was already out there. "And why the fuck are you rhyming so early in the fucking morning?" And I doubled down for some ungodly reason. (Why am I the way that I am?) That was the question of my life.
His smile grew, but a sigh from my side cut off any responses either of us would've had. "Just get her to bed." And then I froze for a completely new reason.
Going by what she said, and the fact she was getting Scylla... (We're... We're going to sleep together?!) My instinctual reaction was to say we were going too fast... But the horny teen part of me was screaming at me to shut the fuck and join their bed. Even if nothing sexual happened, the fact that I would get to sleep with my crushes, who had kinda just claimed(?) me as their girlfriend, was something I couldn't give up unless the goddamn apocalypse started.
Now I just had to mentally prepare myself to sleep in the same bed as my crushes... (Maybe I should rethink my continued survival after all.)
Laying between Phoenix and Taylor, the former acting as my little spoon as my arms wrapped around his waist, the latter being my big spoon with her arms around my waist, was pretty much the most comfortable and safe I'd ever felt. Scylla was laid out on a pillow nearby, so we were all here, and I loved it.
This was it, everything I'd wanted this past week was here... And I didn't think I could ever let go. They wanted me, despite all the baggage I had they still cared for me, so I'd be theirs. There was no way in hell I was going to let this go, nothing would ruin this for me, and anything that tried would be turned to a fucking cancerous pile of shit.
Closing my eyes, and burrowing into Phoenix's back like a limpet, I though one last thing before going to sleep. (Maybe... Maybe I can be happy.)
Waking up in the morning was... An experience.
I woke up to the sound of hissing, groaning, a wild mane of deep forest green hair in my face, and an annoyed voice saying "Scylla, lovie, I love you, but so help me God if I wake up with another feather in my mouth I will send you to the stratosphere." Que some more hissing, but I didn't speak snake so I didn't know what she said.
That had been what got me to wake up, which was how I recognized that his hair was in my face. For a second, I had no idea what the hell was going on, and was confused about why I was clinging onto Phoenix, and why he was in my bed...
Then I remembered last night... And felt my everything heat up, making me bury my head into Phoenix's back. "Ah, there goes something something vertebra." I didn't even hear that, way too focused on the fact that this was real! Phoenix and Taylor wanted ME! They wanted AMY!
I just...
This...
This was real. I could be happy... For once in my life I could be me... And that... That was what did it. "And there are the tears." I didn't register what he said, instead burrowing my head deeper into his back as I just let it out.
Years of bottling up everything was worth it for this chance to be happy. Even if it was taken away tomorrow or next week, this chance would probably stay with me forever.
[A few minutes later]
"Why?" Same word, different question.
After it sunk in that this wasn't some dream or big fucking joke, I couldn't help but just cry. If someone saw me like this then PHO would have a field day... But I didn't care about that.
I cared about Taylor, the girl that could make me going out of control with my Power look like a child having a temper tantrum.
I cared about Phoenix, the guy that could tear the world apart and wouldn't care who was in his way to do it.
I cared about Scylla, my little girl and eventual immortal Endbringer.
Hell, I even cared about the Dragon Sisters, who treated me more like family then my actual family, outside of Aunt Sarah and her kids, did.
They all made me so fucking happy that I could still feel a part of me worry I was in a goddamn coma and this would all go away when I woke up. They made me happy and I didn't fucking know WHY!? I was just Amy, too cynical, too much of a bitch, too plain. They were all so much more then I was, and they still chose ME!
I didn't... I didn't understand.
Then an arm wrapped itself around my shoulder, a voice ringing out right after. "Because we want too. Anything you're worried about is irrelevant. We want you, so we're gonna have you. Nothing you can say or do will change our minds, mainly cause we're both too fucking stubborn too, because at the end of the day we choose you. The sooner you learn to deal with it short stack, the better everything will be."
I hiccuped at that, because of course that was how he would comfort me. (And fuck him for making it work.) I didn't need pretty words or double speak, I needed it straight, and that's what he did.
A scoff came from my other side, Taylor making herself known. "Your feelings are valid, Amy, but he's still kind of right. We want you. We want this to work, so we'll do our best to make it work..." The deep breath made me open my eyes, actually looking at Taylor, who was staring right at me. Her warm jades bore into me, and I couldn't help but stare back. "As for why... You're like me, Amy. You've gone through things you shouldn't have, been given more then enough reasons to go Villain and take it out on everyone... Or even just say 'That's it, I'm done', and ended it."
The rumbling growl coming from Phoenix both scared me, and made me feel warm at the same time... (How the fuck does that even work?) Then I recognized what she said... And instantly decided that that was something I was going to politely ignore. I knew what she was talking about, I remembered the visit I'd paid her hospital room, the broken state she was in, and the whole thing with Winslow. It took a bit for me to figure out, because that was months ago, but I remembered... So I knew she wasn't lying or making this up, which meant alot more to me then I think she realized.
Though, Taylor didn't seem to pay him, or my thinking about the whole thing, much mind, continuing as if her... Our(?) boyfriend, wasn't growling like a mad dog. "It's because you're like me that I want this to work. I want to see you smile. To see you be happier then you've ever been before. I want to see you be the best version of yourself... And I honestly believe that version of you belongs by our side, alongside us in more then just being teammates or friends." I felt my eyes tearing up again, and the moment she wrapped an arm around me, her and Phoenix smiling at me, I lost it.
I didn't even notice Scylla curling around us, just too lost in the moment to notice.
[Phoenix's 3rd person POV]
That night and morning were going to end up core memories for sure. The majority of the reason was because Amy had ended up joining our relationship, officially turning us into a 'Throuple.' Though the rest of the reason was because my Other Half had mentally ranted at me for 'Going off script' and 'Throwing the plan off a cliff', which I just laughed away.
The 'Plan' was to let Amy talk, comfort her, then ease her into the whole thing.
Obviously, that did not happen. It was way too early for me to go along with some organized and unnecessary plan, and Taylor was cranky at being woken up, so I expedited the process. It not only worked, but worked well.
Hell, it probably made the conversation we had in bed way smoother then it would've gone if we did it last night!
Anyway, after said conversation, and reaffirming to Amy that yes, we did want her, we got started on the morning routine. I made some pancakes, with bacon, sausage, and eggs on the side, and we had breakfast... Which was awkward for a few minutes since Amy was still processing the whole 'You're our girlfriend now' thing, while Scylla had been going through variations of 'Mom' for Taylor...
I never knew my Daughter was fluent in Spanish, even more so then me, but you learn something new everyday.
She also settled on Ma for Taylor, which we thought was cute... Until she started to drag it out like the child she was. One can only hear a child go 'Maaaaaaa' so many times before going through with the logical action and threatening to ground the little shit.
We had no idea what the fuck grounding a semi immortal Methanosian snake would look like, but we'd fucking try dammit.
The rest of the day went well, though Amy was both zoning out more, while also randomly blushing and looking away at other times. We were both pretty sure she was thinking of us kissing or doing some... 'Things', to her, and were highly Amused whenever it happened. We didn't do or say anything when that happened though, not wanting her to feel pressured into anything, while also wanting to take this slow.
Though Aunt Erin and Mom had congratulated Amy about joining the relationship, getting a fucking adorable blush from the caustic eyed healer. Thankfully neither of them brought up the ideas though, cause that would just be too much too soon.
The idea was to wait a day or two then bring up the idea of dates. Taylor had won the first one after a game of rock-paper-scissors, but I got the next one, so it was fine. She'd spent most of the day cheating with her Multitasking capabilities to plan out said date, while we also worked out/on our projects. As it was the Digital World Initiative was going great...
It was going even better when we ended up in a 5 hour Fugue.
[Phoenix's POV]
Blinking out of my hyper focused state, I stared at the Digital World Hub Server... Which seemed to be 55-60% complete... "What the fuck?" I idly processed the sounds of my Aunts/Mother/Mate coming out of their own Fugues, focusing on reviewing everything we'd just done. Due to my nature as a Galvan, and not being infested with an alien parasite, of which I'd already noted a few ideas in how to sever the link so our new Mate could be free of the Conflict Drive and emotional manipulation of the Shard, I was capable of remembering everything whenever I entered a state of hyper focus.
The internal wiring/circuitry had been fully synthesized/spliced, and we'd managed to implement them, as well as the next cooling system. Aunt Tess was responsible for incorporating the components, she could perfectly control the machinery with no risk of anything being out of place, which is exactly what she'd done.
All of the current stockpile of materials we'd had had been used... But that hadn't been in the plan at the start of this session.
Looking back, and finding when we'd entered our Fugue, I blinked again. "Again, what the fuck?" Turning back to the console I was standing on, I brought up the diagnostics on the server, searching for the mechanisms we'd spontaneously created... And when I found it, I couldn't help but just stare. (Seriously, what kind of black magic witchcraft is this?!) The component we'd created was in place beneath the marked location for the power source, which we had yet to make, and was reading as in perfect condition. It wasn't active yet, because there was nothing powering it yet, but if what I was looking at was true, then the Hub Server would most likely survive being used as railgun ammunition against Behemoth.
Made by combining Conductoid/Gimlinopithecus polymer with Petrosapien/Thep Khufan fiber mesh, we'd created a material capable of absorbing and storing ALL manner of energy, which could then be converted to other forms of energy if it was needed, and also safely channeled through the fibers at a rate that was frankly ridiculous. (And not even an ounce of output deficiency? Fucking Jesus.)
Basically, we'd made the ultimate shield capable of absorbing the energy from the Big Bang and using that power to fuel itself till the end of time. When it was powered, the Hub Server would basically run until the end of the universe, and even then there was a chance it would survive... Which was a Terrifying concept. (Note to self, figure out how to get this shit into our Suits ASAP.)
It didn't even stop there considering the smattering of Galvanic Mechamorph nanites we'd incorporated with the thing, as well as the bits of genuine Tinker Tech that were responsible for self repairs/maintenance of the entire server. Somehow, most likely by the witchcraft someone had enchanted into the server, the... 'Star Forge' was what the thing was named, would be able to create nanites out of the generated/siphoned energy from the power source, which would then be responsible for improving and keeping the server in peak performance. "... What the fuck?"
"# Phoenix... Honey, you've said that three times already. #" Turning over to my Mother, I just waved in the approximate direction of the 'Star Forge', getting her to awkwardly scratch at her cheek. "# Okay, so maybe the expletives are warranted, #" I scoffed, that was obvious. She ignored that though and kept going. "# But could you atleast add in a 'Jesus' or something? Get a little creative with it? #"
I stared at my Mother, utterly Flabbergasted that THAT was what she had a point of contention with. Amusement bubbled from my Mate's side of the Bond, but I ignored it and just kept staring at my Mother. "Jésus putain de Christ, quel genre de conneries absurdes est-ce? Is that better?"
Mother Melody blinked, my Mate was Startled, Aunt Tess paused what she was doing, Aunt Illiyana scoffed under her breath, and Aunt Erin said what they were all thinking. "! Since when do you know French? !"
I shrugged. "Learning languages is child's play to a Galvan. Really, it's just retaining the languages that's the issue. Granted, one that could be easily solved by creating a universal translator, but we're a little too busy to do that." Which was true. Even repairing the damaged Duel Disks was something we did in the background, despite the obvious increase in firepower we gained with certain monsters on our side.
Contrary to what I expected, the woman just raised a brow at me. "! That wasn't the question you smartass. !"
Taking a moment to realize that no, that wasn't what she'd asked me at all, I made the executive decision to ignore it. "Looks like the...-"
"! Oi, don't ignore me you little shit! !"
She went ignored, because I did not listen to authority. "Digital World Initiative will be complete in 3-4 days time... Unless we fall into another Fugue and end up sacrificing the souls of our firstborns in order to complete it faster."
The round of snorts was enough for me to know how well that was taken. "* Perhaps we should engage in Mayan sacrifices. I've heard those were remarkably effective. *" The temptation to say 'In population control?' Was astronomical, but my nature as a Galvan kept that thought in the confines of my mind.
A loud, and obnoxiously fake gasp came from the only redhead in the room, and I saw the way she shot a 'Shocked' look at her sister. "! Lily! Doth hath a sense of humor?! Truly, thy sparkl...- !" A good... I'd say 1 to 2 cubic meters of snow, could be a bit more, was dumped onto the Sekirei based woman, cutting her off as the winter woman smirked at the pile of snow. "! BITCH! !"
My Mate, Mother, and other Aunt snorted at that, but seemed far too Amused to add onto anything.
[Phoenix's 3rd person POV]
After that whole thing, the day went on. Though we also spent some time in Amy' garden, taking a break as we watched the brunette create super greens, and even some healing fruits. They weren't that strong, more of a 'Proof of concept' and a test to see what took to the healing modifications the best, but they were a step in the right direction.
Amy seemed to enjoy having us watch her work, it made her Happy, and we were all for it.
She was also susceptible to compliments and hugs, which made me idly think of Pavlov for a moment, only to then think about the fact Grey Matter was making me think of some old dude who trained dogs while my girlfriends were hugging each other. (Fuckin brilliant.) Brushing the thought aside was simple, watching said girlfriends hug and enjoying the sight was even simpler.
The time in her garden, we'd been tempted to call it The Garden of Babylon, because of reasons, but Amy had been iffy about that for a bit. She'd eventually agree to it, but that would take another day for her to give in.
Not much else happened the rest of the day, we were still adjusting to the new change in our relationship, and working on finding a new 'Normal' as it was, but we still got shit done. We'd even managed to incorporate some more of Amy's new greens into our food, which had immediately started to show effects after our workouts.
Taylor's already defining muscles were being fleshed out, the foundation for a future Mikasa-esque figure pretty much cemented and only needing a week to a month of continued work to come about. Sunlight would effect that, but we weren't sure how much, which was why there was a min-max difference. Though, a good thing about this was that Taylor was pretty sure her eye sight was on the mend, and a few more enhanced meals would get her up to 20/20 vision in time.
My body processed them better then Taylor's did, so my already Olympic figure was taking a step to Godhood with the nutrient packed foods. I was also pretty sure I could hear better then before, but I didn't know if that was some bleed over or the food. (Either or, or it's both.)
Then there was Amy. She'd been working out with us for a few days now, but faint outlines of future muscle was already starting to show up if you knew where to look. She wasn't suddenly turning into some goddess or something, but if this trend kept up we'd most likely be seeing some real results in a good week or so. (Hopefully she doesn't get taller, that'd fuck with everything.) Granted, I would figure out a new nickname for her if she ended up taller then she was now, but until/unless that happened, we were good.
Scylla was also growing, but that was only by cms, so it was irrelevant.
Things so far were fine, and it was great...
So obviously something had to happen and interrupt our state of somewhat peace.
And that 'Something' was Aunt Dragon informing us about a ransom for Taylor's Father.
You thought it would be a meltdown of Worm proportions, but it was me, fluff!
Anyway, that's all for now. Next up should be a little mini arc about this ransom, where things will happen, and then it'll lead into the completion of the Digital World Initiative.
I'm not sure how long these next few chapters will take to get out, but it'll happen eventually.