Fics Written in the Stars

The staff pressed up against his chin, forcing his eyes up.

He froze in place. Whether it was due to terror, similar to how a mouse would freeze in front of a cat, or shock, he wasn't sure. He hovered there as the staff pulled away.

He knew about his mother. He knew about his mama. His father had told him about both- one died before he could properly remember while the other had disappeared into the ether. He never expected to truly meet one of them.

His missing eye burned.

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Summaries:

Yearn

"Repeat after me: Baa-ram-ewe. Baa-ram-ewe. To your breed, your fleece, your clan be true. Sheep be true. Baa-ram-ewe."

"…I'm not saying that."

"…sounds…ridiculous…"

"If I had to say it," Narinder said from where he hovered next to the Lamb. "You four have to say it as well. At least you're getting some privacy." He glanced around the empty temple, silent except for the six of them.

"I don't even want to join!" Kallamar protested.

"Well, too bad!" the Lamb chirped with a big smile. "You're joining, so say the oath!"

Leshy raised a hand. "Can I put my own spin on it?"

"If that spin includes screeching at the ceiling, no."

"…No…"

"I don't believe you."

Leshy glared at Narinder, who had been the tattletail. Or, he would've, if he was looking in the right direction. Heket made up for it, while Kallamar pouted. The Lamb glanced at the last bishop, who had been suspiciously quiet. "Will you say it?"

Probably not. Was Shamura even aware enough to process-?"

Shamura blinked and then raised a fist to the center of their chest. "Baa-ram-ewe. Baa-ram-ewe. To your breed, your fleece, your clan be true. Sheep be true. Baa-ram-ewe." They said it perfectly, without even a twitch of the brow or a stutter. Then, they lowered their fist, staring at them. "I have sworn the oath. What shall I do for you?"

I've done Hollyberry, now it's PYUBA'S TURN!!!!!

Can and will become bilingual to sing Blessing on repeat

Pronouns? Oh yeah, sure, they're little/guy

Very delicate hugger, and he smells HEAVENLY

"Violence isn't the answer" UNTIL you mess with his friends. Then you get the airship (Shadow Milk can confirm)

Tells people he loves everyone equally, and somehow actually means it

Covers his mouth when he laughs

He always brushes his hair in the mornings, but sometimes younger cookies ask to do it for him (you will NEVER see him say no to them)

Is and will forever be allowed to join in on Golden Cheese, Hollyberry and White Lily's girls nights

Again, he'll let you push him around easily, but if you dare insult his friends you're not living another day

He's not stupid, it just perpetually looks like there's not a thought behind those eyes

At this point, Angel could only sigh in annoyance and registration when a familiar eye appeared on the Data Center terminal as it booted up. "Of course... Motherfucker can't stay dead..."

The Doctor's response was dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, you're such a delight to see again, yourself."

"How are you alive?"

"Really, Angel. Did you really think that Playtime would be so careless and not have any back-ups of me?"

Angel glanced around at the room that they, Giblet, and the computer containing Sawyer stood in. "Would you be offended if I said yes? I mean…" They gestured to the room at large.

The eye flickered for a moment. "…I see your point," he grumbled. "But, for once, Pierre had something resembling a brain. He insisted on making a back-up in case I or one of the many vipers here tried anything."

Angel shifted in place and didn't mention the months they had spent researching after getting the letter.

"In any case, I see things had… changed." His eye flicked around. "Did Poppy attempt her silly little plan? I don't see her or the pink thing or that ridiculous glob of clay."

Right.

"…things have changed," they said, raising up their shoulders and staring him down. If the Prototype wanted a butcher, then he would get the Butcher. "Are you willing to help us bring down the Prototype?"

Thankfully, his answer came easily.

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