#lizard au

Son

For now I have Crowley and Aziraphale

I still have to make a better design for Azi

And study this AU more

I have a big evil cauldron in my room that shows me visions of angst, I have to make sacrifices to it every full moon otherwise misfortune befalls me

It’s first non-book thing I’ve written in awhile.

and it’s Canary x lizard Amane because I’m basically the stupidest person who ever lived.

The Director had expected the first question out of her mouth to be something more aghast, something more shocked or even appalled.

Instead, the first question out of the Canary’s mouth was:

“Who is she?”

This concern worried The Director.

“We’ve taken to calling her subject A.”

Canary hummed as the director spoke.

The two were standing on the other side of half foot thick, more than bullet proof glass.

Canary put her hand up to it.

Subject A turned to look, almost as though it had heard.

The Director took a mental note to sound deaden the glass further.

“She needs a name” Said Canary.

Despite The Director’s bother at Canary’s empathy, she was let into the room with subject A.

Better herpetologists had died in that room.

Actually, all the better herpetologists had died in that room.

The cold, logical machine that made up 95% of The Director’s brain wanted to recall Canary.

but the other 5% of their brain would never get enough of watching subject A pounce.

It would happen soon, and it’d be over in a blink.

Canary was walking towards the creature, wearing a cool confidence The Director had seen more than once.

Always right before the wearer was crushed by scaly limbs.

Canary walked towards her.

She was still and waiting.

Her posture was neutral, her lime green limbs loose at her sides.

Canary stopped a few feet away.

A watched, bobbing her head slightly with the same slow uncertainty as any lizard.

Canary was just as fascinated as A, running comparisons in her head.

Forked tongue, no breasts, human-like body shape, face shape most resembling a lizard with Sclera colored yellow...

She is truly amazing.

Canary had to work off of lizard gender queues rather than human ones, looking at her lack of spikes and well...

Relative size.

She’s pretty short compared to most people.

Even given that, it was a process of mostly guest work.

She didn’t know for sure until The Director confirmed her suspicions.

Completely amazing.

Canary leaped forward.

The Director expect a sudden flurry of motion.

He didn’t expect a 23 year old black herpetologist to tackle the lizard woman and wrestle her to the floor.

Canary’s mouth shouted something word shaped as her limbs wrapped around the lizard’s limbs.

The Director pressed the emergency button, and the room was filled with gas and highly trained men with guns and gas masks.

The Director had no doubt the two would be extracted.

They were already formulating a long list of questions for Canary when she woke up.

Cuentos de Purgatory I (Purgatory Tales I) Cover reposted

 http://archiveofourown.org/works/12808341/chapters/29236887

Summary:

“Las marcas en sus pechos eran una brutalidad, pero los hermanos de crianza Nicole Haught y Xavier Dolls las esperaban con ansias ya que si las tenían cumplirían el mayor deseo de ambos. Ser las almas gemelas de las princesas Waverly y Wynonna Earp. Herederas del Reino de Purgatory.”

o

La historia medieval de WayHaught que nunca planeé escribir. No poseo nada.

The marks on their chests were brutal, but the foster brothers Nicole Haught and Xavier Dolls looked forward to them because if they had, they would fulfill their greatest wish. Be the twin souls of the princesses Waverly and Wynonna Earp. Heirs of the Kingdom of Purgatory.

or

The medieval history of WayHaught that I never planned to write. I do not have anything.