some drawings i did based on a the girls are raised in amphibia au
the idea was that the girls get transported to amphibia very early on, like 5-6yo. marcy was raised by olivia in newtopia and was like, kind of considered high royalty in newtopia. sasha was raised by grime and the toads, grime being the leader alongside his sister and another small group of toads, since they are ruled by a council opposed to a single leader, like in newtopia. since they have political relations, marcy and sasha have known each other since they were almost 15. they remembered? something about already being friends? but the way you remember things from your childhood, fuzzy and unclear. they get closer through the years and sasha falls madly in love with marcy, and tells grime about it. grime, who loves his daughter, is supportive of her, and also the fact that it could strengthen their political power. so sasha starts courting marcy, and marcy is enthralled by sasha. but, one day, marcy is out on a mission with yunan and a small group, to investigate some claims of some weird magic being used in some remote woods. and to her surprise, marcy finds another human! this new girl, anne is her name, feels so familiar to marcy, and they soon hit it off, and marcy is so curious about anne, and wants to spend so much time with her, which, doesn't bode well with sasha. a short rivalry between anne and sasha ensues, while marcy embraces the feelings she has for both of them.
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wrote this little wolf sasha au ficlet for @cutetanuki-chan's au as a bit of a warm up after not writing all weekend! it's such a cute au if y'all haven't seen it yet please go check it out <3 anyways i hope you guys enjoy!!!
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“Sash, Sash! You’ll never guess what I found!”
Sasha grumpily opens one eye, lazily watching as Marcy comes charging back into the cave that they’ve been staying in for the past few days. She’s drenched from head to toe- the soft pitter-patter of rain outside explaining why. Why anyone would willingly leave shelter to be out in the cold rain, Sasha has no idea, but she’s never been able to follow her idiot human’s logic.
The rain certainly hasn’t done a thing to dampen Marcy’s mood, though, and she holds up her satchel proudly, as though Sasha could see through it like some kind of superhuman. “Look, look,” she pleads, and she kneels in front of where Sasha’s curled up, digging through the bag until she proudly produces a couple of rocks.
Sasha levels Marcy with her most unimpressed stare.
“I know they don’t look like much, but I’m pretty sure this one is chipped opal! Most opal is found below ground, but sometimes erosion exposes veins of it above ground, you know-” Marcy chatters, and she sits criss-cross on the ground now, her eyes sparkling in the dim torchlight. She’s shivering, though, and her clothes are still drenched, and Sasha huffs before she sits upright, nudging at Marcy’s shoulder.
“Huh?” Marcy blinks at Sasha curiously, and then shivers again. “Oh. Yeah, it wasn’t raining when I went out. I was trying to get us some food, but I… got distracted?”
Sasha huffs again. Over the years, she’s gotten better at non-verbally communicating with her human; they don’t need words to exchange thoughts, not anymore. All she has to do is nudge a bit more insistently at Marcy’s shoulder, and she caves, crawling to press her face into the fur of Sasha’s neck with a sigh.
“I know, I know,” she murmurs, fondly. “I’ll freeze to death if I don’t dry my clothes soon. These ones are all I have, though- I’ll just have to snuggle with you to warm up.” There’s a teasing note in her tone, even as Sasha whines at her.
You need to warm up but we still need to eat, Sasha thinks, pointedly. Still, there’s little she can do but allow Marcy to curl against her, wet clothes pressed against Sasha’s fur. She can hardly feel it - her coat is too thick - but it’s still nice to have the comfort of someone she cares about so close to her, where Sasha can keep a close eye on her and make sure nothing bad happens.
She doesn’t know when she got so protective of Marcy, only that anyone would have to go through her to get to the human, and it would not be a fun fight.
Sasha never does go back to sleep. Instead, she lazily keeps one eye open as she rests, watching the way Marcy shivers and coughs, even when her clothes dry. It’s worrying- Marcy’s never gotten sick before on their travels, and Sasha’s never experienced human illness enough to know what to do.
After a few hours, she carefully nudges Marcy awake with her nose. Marcy’s eyes open, and she squints at Sasha dazedly before breaking into another series of coughs. “G’morning, Sashy,” she whispers, her voice hoarse. “Maybe going into the rain was a bad idea, huh?”
You think? Sasha whines in frustration, and then she shifts, nudging Marcy against the wall of the cave before changing into her human form. It feels strange, being in human form in this cave, but her paws are too clumsy to properly make a fire, and she has a feeling that she’s going to need to go out, anyways.
“What am I going to do with you?” Sasha says, out loud, but she can’t actually find it within herself to be angry with Marcy.
Marcy smiles sheepishly, and she’s still shivering, so Sasha works a bit harder, collecting sticks and dry bush to pile in the middle of the cave before plopping herself down. Marcy was the one that taught her how to make a fire without supplies- she had explained the process so carefully, placing her hands over Sasha’s own to guide her, and Sasha doesn’t think she’ll ever forget the way it had felt in her mind, having someone so close to her. It helps, because now she can recall exactly which way to position her hands, and she fumbles with the sticks for only a few minutes before they start sparking and catch flame.
“You did it!” Marcy cheers from her position curled up against the wall of the cave, and she’s beaming so brightly despite how pale she is, the way she’s still shivering.
“Come here,” Sasha instructs, ignoring the way the praise has her cheeks heating up. It’s just the fire, she tells herself. “You need to warm up.”
“Yes ma’am,” Marcy nods, and she carefully scoots forwards until she’s sitting by the fire, eyes wide. “It’s so warm…”
“It’s supposed to be; it is a fire, you know,” Sasha snickers, ignoring the wounded look that Marcy shoots her. “You’ve never gotten sick before; what else do you need?”
“I’m not really that sick,” Marcy says, and then sneezes so violently she herself looks scandalized. Sasha, for the millionth time, shoots her a deadpan glare.
“Come here,” Sasha says, again. This time, it’s to drag Marcy into her lap; this way, Sasha can feel Marcy’s warmth against her again, and Marcy eagerly drops her head into Sasha’s lap, sighing as Sasha clumsily plays with her hair. “Maybe this will teach you not to go into the rain on your own. Dumbass.”
“It wasn’t even raining when I left!” Marcy protests, but she’s easily silenced by Sasha’s nails dragging against her scalp. “But okay, okay. I’m sorry.”
Sasha smiles, smug and proud. “Good. Now sleep. We can go hunting when you wake up and feel better. Maybe we can trade that… uh…”
“Opal,” Marcy suggests.
“Opal,” Sasha agrees, “for some of that fancy human shit you like so much.”
“You’ll accompany me into a village for it?” Marcy glances up from her position in Sasha’s lap, her eyes big and pleading and stupidly fond in a way that melts Sasha’s resolve every single time.
“Only if you start feeling better,” Sasha nods, and she pokes Marcy’s cheek hard before going back to stroking Marcy’s hair. “So feel better.”
Marcy giggles - though Sasha doesn’t know what’s so funny - and then she closes her eyes, curled into Sasha’s lap. Like this, Sasha can’t transform back, but she doesn’t mind so much, sitting in her human form with Marcy laying against her, sitting in front of a warm fire. It’s definitely not the life she imagined for herself as a kit, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.
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