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a gift fic for @i-got-hit-by-a-planet for the @mcyt-rarepair-exchange, featuring tango/joel, joel/gem, and 12k words of shenangians!
summary:
“It’s a magical bookstore,” Joel replies, leaning on the counter to watch. “That’s kind of our thing.”
If he’s honest with himself, Tango could really, really do with a magic book right now. He’ll need to retrace his steps so he can remember how to get back here again; in all his time in this town, he hasn’t seen this shop yet.
“You got anything for angry farmers?” he asks, and Joel’s eyes glint with humour.
“I’m sure I can find you something in the back. Though we do run out of those quickly, so I can’t make any promises. Lots of people battling angry farmers in these parts.”
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a light-hearted, silly fantasy/bookstore/time loop AU, featuring a surprising amount of reading and a surprising lack of crime
17 for the wrapped drabble :D maybe life series joel?
17. Nothing Or Forever by Friday Pilots Club
“Go away Tango! Stop eating my car!” Joel yelled as he chased the other man, stopping as Tango scuttered away and out of earshot.
He stood there, looking at the place where the other had been, when Gem wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
“Stop looking lovesick, he just left.” Gem teased.
“I don’t- I’m not lovesick, I’m mad at him! He was eating the car!” Joel crossed his arms.
“Mhm, mhm.” Gem nodded. “Then wipe that silly smile off your face and be actually mad at him.”
Joel groaned, pushing Gem away lightly and going back to the car.
“What, did the cat eat your tongue?” Gem chuckled, following behind him. “Or better yet! Did Tango eat your tongue?”
“Shut up Gem!” Joel yelled, covering his face with both hands.
As soon as she was out of earshot and he was well hidden within his car, he peeked out the window and looked at the tire, which had a visible chunk missing where Tango had bitten it. He couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face for a few seconds before he caught himself and huffed, rolling his eyes.
Well, time to repair the damage that little gremlin had left behind.
Characters - Tango/Joel
Words - 552
Time - 30 mins
Content - Alternative Universe | Next
Tango crouched down, his secondary arms holding into the top corners of the box as his primary arms held a clipboard in front of him. He opened the box and quickly scanned the contents, comparing them to the list, rummaging around to make sure he had the right count. This was probably the fourth inventory count, but no one could be too sure.
Once all the delivery components were accounted for, he closed the box, his primary right hand picking the tape gun from his utility belt to seal it. The storage was mostly empty by now, with everyone ready to head out as soon as the order was given.
He picked the box up, placing the clipboard on top of it as he pulled out his communicator. It lit up with turquoise screen and black letters, last minute messages wishing him well in his travel.
His boots echoed on the concrete floor, mixed with the occasional chuckle. Although his responses were not overtly complex, this was the same dance and song.
Once a job entered the system and teams were assigned, everything else went like clockwork. Waiting for shipment, packing it, then loading it. Then he would be off for a couple days, sometimes weeks. Off to linear adventure before coming back and repeating the process again.
He sighed, “Welp, could be worse.”
“Oh, most certainly it could.”
Tango jumped, instinctively shielding the package with his body as he looked around, scoffing when he found the source.
In front of him, leaning against a pillar, another bee-hybrid. But the difference laid in the color of their clothes; Tango’s red and black to the opposing yellow and black. His wings buzzed behind him.
“Hi, Joel.” He greeted with a lopsided smile.
And Joel pushed himself off of the pillar, primary arms thrown behind his head and secondary set nonchalantly in his pants pockets. He kept his eyes on the secondary set for a second longer, knowing, before flicking his eyes up, staring at honeyed-browns.
“Long trip?” Joel asked casually, strolling over like they were in neutral territory instead of being in competition territory. Tango wondered how he got through security, but he knew Joel enough to not question it too long. “Can’t believe I didn’t hear about it until today.”
Tango scoffed, a smirk plastered on his face as Joel stopped in front of him. Joel rolled his head from his left to his right, facing the ceiling with closed eyes but a slightly knitted brow. He traced down from his brow down his cheek and jaw, following the line of his neck and wrinkled shirt, over the flap of his bomber jacket. Embroided on his left peck, the honeycomb logo; The Hive.
Casually, he looked down at the clipboard below his nose, eyeing the spaceship printed on the corner of his paper pad.
In the meantime, Joel moved, silently as ever, waltzing to his side. A hand landed on Tango’s right shoulder, and soft lips pressed against his cheek, a smile imprinted warmly.
“Safe trip,” Joel hummed, lowly, and he was gone.
Despite needing to make sure Joel left, he did not bother chasing him. Rather, he went on his way, stupid smile on his lips as he finally exited to the morning light, welcomed by a ready to go ship.
