Thievery, with a side of gay panic
Entityredacted and 1-800-crystalball have dragged me into shipping weather husbands. So I wrote whatever this is. Might make a long fic of it. Who knows? I certainly don't.
Pix swore under his breath as he raced around the corner. He was an archeologist, not some detective trying to catch the criminal and be a hero or some stupid shit like that. He was just trying to preserve the ruins for future generations, and this little heathen had decided to take some of the inlaid gems of one of the ruins he was trying to preserve. And now here he was, running through precarious ruins in the dead of night after this thief who really was doing a terrible job at running away. I mean, seriously, who goes to steal things with bright cyan hair, clothes that were colorful to the point they hurt your eyes, and covered in shiny trinkets that the criminal had likely stolen from some other poor soul? That was just asking to get caught.
“You! HEY! Get back here, thief! THAT’S NOT YOURS!”
The thief stopped. They literally stopped. They turned to look back and laughed. “Of course it’s not! It will be, though.” Then this little monster dared to stick his tongue out at him before turning and continuing to run, leaving Pix dumbfounded.
“YOU LITTLE-!” Pix yelled, running after the surprisingly agile thief. They may have been fast, but Pix knew the ruins like the back of his hand. He swerved suddenly, taking a shortcut that he knew would get him ahead. Darting through alleys and under overhangs, he made it to one of the outer entrances to the ruins. The thief- which, was probably a he, actually, now that he thought about it- was sauntering out, humming, the little barbarian, the pouch of gems dangling from his belt and a smug smile on his face.
Pix wasted no time tackling him to the ground, attempting to pin the man to the ground, and oh. He. He hadn’t expected the thief to be so cute. Wait, wait, no, focus Pix. The man was a thief, and he needed those gems back, and then the thief needed to go to prison. Or at least somewhere where he wouldn’t steal from ruins. I mean, honestly, that was just generally a terrible idea in general. That’s how you get yourself cursed.
“Well, shucks,” The man blinked. It was kind of mesmerizing to watch his eyes, a pretty green gem of an eye and a faintly glowing yellow eye that appeared to be pulsing and swirling. “I guess I’ve been caught. What a shame.” The thief, despite his words, didn’t actually appear to be afraid. He still had that smug smile, as if he knew exactly how he was going to get out of here with his new trinkets.
“Give. It. Back.” Pix snarled, snapping himself out of his thoughts. He didn’t have time for this nonsense and whatever sleep-deprived thoughts his brain was having. Because that’s what it was. Just sleep-deprived thoughts. Yes.
He was getting off track again, and he couldn’t help but notice the thief was not giving him the bag of gems like a nice little robber. But, really, what did he expect. “Well, I guess I’ve lost. And to such a pretty face.” The thief sighed, dramatically tossing his pretty cerulean hair, which shone slightly in the light of Pix’s headlight, and that wasn’t the point Pix. Pix emitted some entirely unhelpful sputtering, which was completely unrelated to the fact that this gorgeous man had just called him pretty. “You win, you beat me.” The thief grabbed the bag and reluctantly offered it to Pix, and, like a fool, Pix reached out to grab it.
CRACK. The thief delivered a fierce uppercut to Pix’s jaw, getting up and fleeing into the night with the bag of gems swinging from his hand. He was quickly out of sight, which was impressive for how bright he was. Pix cursed, not attempting to run after him. It was too late anyhow, he mused, rubbing his sore jaw.
Well. He should get to bed. It was pitch-dark except for the light of the moon and of his headlamp, well past a reasonable time to be awake. As he trudged off to bed, he had the hopeful distressing feeling that this would not be the last he saw of the thief. And he was very much not looking forward to meeting the thief again.
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The ideas I have for potential fics are these:
Scott and Pix have a rivalry because they see the other as stealing artifacts they were trying to take, however they don't know who does it, so Pix just hates someone he calls the thief and Scott hates someone he calls the historian, they interact with eachother without knowing this (someone commented this on the post I'll give them credit if I do make anything)
They run into eachother, Scott's trying to raid a pyramid and Pix is trying to preserve it, shenanigans ensue
One of them falls into a trap in an ancient dungeon and despite hating eachother, the other one has to save them and it gets gay
Ayo these are so cool!!!
I had an idea where (somehow) Scott got injured far away from Chromia and it just so happened that Pix was passing by (complete coincidence he wasn’t watching him to find out what part of history he was going to destroy next) and he took him back to his home to take care of him.
Scott wakes up, sees he’s in this little underground workshop lair thingymajig, sees Pix, and decides… he wants to stay for a few more days… or maybe a couple months.
The two don’t like each other, but Pix helping Scott boosted him up in Scott’s opinion. So now it’s sulky collector and constantly speaking through gritted teeth historian.
But a week goes past, Scott heals up, they bond a bit, and they both find they don’t particularly want Scott to leave.
And so every time Scott comes close to leave, Pix somehow finds an urgent emergency he needs to sort out in his den and he can’t do it with one set of hands.
But for the rest of the time, Pix is always slightly snappish to Scott. But he has, by some miracle, come to care for Scott.
Oh and they share a bed cause why not <3 it goes from Scott stealing the covers every time to extremely tentative cuddling
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I've caved
I’m writing a weather husbands + Sausage god we need a name for them soulmate fic, and I’m thinkin bout soulmate marks. I’m not sure about any of them, really, but I have a basic plan. Kind of.
For Pix and Scott, I was thinking the skull that Scott tried to collect on the left side of his chest or behind his left shoulder. I haven’t decided one for Pix and Sausage. For Scott I might do a buncha colorful flowers and nature-y things growing diagonally from his shoulder to his hip on his back for Sausage and maybe an emerald for Pix on the back on his neck? For Sausage I have a many colors and dyes splashed on his right shoulder for Scott, and I’m not sure about Pix except maybe something related to the grave or the allay Pix gave him? I love their interactions but their empires are so different that it’s hard to come up with a good soulmate mark.
Ideas?
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