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I’m in the process of writing a spacedogs fic, and while talking out the concept with @devereauxsdisease, we discussed this image, so it had to be drawn.
Milky way is a stock photo, raccoons done by me 😛
I finally finished the fic.
Nigel stared at the poor excuse of a children’s book tucked away in the far corner of Adam’s bookshelf. It was a ridiculous book about a raccoon named Adam living in Central Park. He presumed it was supposed to be a sweet book, but all he could see was ignorance and condescendence. Why would a family of racoons not belong in the middle of Central Park? How was this book supposed to highlight the brilliance of the man for whom it was modeled after? Whoever this Elizabeth Buckwald was, she should just choke on a fat cock.
“Oh, did you find Beth’s book?” Adam’s arms snaking around his waist pulled Nigel from his murderous thoughts. He flipped the book closed, so Adam could see the cover.
“I found a book, gorgeous,” Nigel retorted, leaning into Adam’s embrace.
Nigel felt Adam shift behind him, pressing in closer so he could peer over Nigel’s shoulder. “Yea, that’s Beth’s book.”
“It’s not very good.”
Adam chuckled, pulling back a little so Nigel could turn in his arms and face him. “No, it really isn’t. I told her it was strange that the raccoons talked, because raccoons don’t talk. But she said it was a children’s book, and dismissed me when I stated it would be better as a nature book. Children read nature books too.”
“That they do, gorgeous.” Tossing the book aside, Nigel slipped his hands through Adam’s hair until they rested on the nape of his neck.
Beth Buckwald was undeserving of such an angel. The very fact that Adam had given her months of his life made Nigel’s blood boil. And now, this undeserving bitch had written a book inspired by his brilliant star; an affront Nigel refused to let go unanswered.
“Perhaps I should write a children’s nature book about the raccoons in Central Park, show her how it’s really done.” Nigel gently stroked his thumbs along Adam’s jaw, breath hitching when he was rewarded by a brilliant smile.
“Oh you definitely should,” Adam beamed, blue eyes twinkling with delight. “You would do such an amazing job.”
“You think so, gorgeous?” Nigel preened.
“I know so,” Adam said nodding fervently, “I’ve heard you explain M-Brane theory to Darko.”
Nigel barked out a laugh. His gorgeous husband most definitely had a point. If he could get Darko to understand string theory, he could most definitely articulate to a bunch of kids why raccoons should exist in Central Park. “I love you, Adam Raki, you know that?”
“Yes I know,” Adam said bluntly, surging forward to press his lips onto Nigel’s. “And I love you too, Nigel Raki.”
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“Okay, so tell me again why you’re writing a children’s book… on raccoons.”
“For the last time, motherfucker, it’s to prove a point,” Nigel said, flicking the pen he was using at Darko’s head.
Dodging the pen, Darko glanced over at him and snickered before crossing his arms across his chest. “To Adam’s ex. Who you’ve never met.”
“Whom.”
“Fuck you, English is a stupid language,” Darko retorted, pushing back from the desk. “Come look at this fucker and let me know if it’s what you wanted.”
Smirking, Nigel crossed the room, picking the pen off the floor before stopping to assess Darko’s drawing. “This is…”
“Raccoons in a fucking park,” Darko said smugly, appreciating Nigel’s loss of words over his work.
“Darko, this is gorgeous.”
“I still don’t know if I should use a set of constellations or the Milky Way for the background.”
Nigel ran a hand through his hair as he contemplated the two options. Logically, it should be Ursa Major and Minor since the raccoons were supposedly in Central Park, but an image of the Milky Way would be aesthetically superior. They could possibly get away with the Milky Way, but only if they didn’t run the image by Adam first. Then again, his brilliant star would probably have some choice words about the raccoons to begin with.
“Do the Milky Way. It’s more eye catching.”
“Whatever you say boss,” Darko said with a mock salute. “I still think this whole book business is absolutely ridiculous though. What do you know about raccoons anyway?”
Lighting a cigarette, Nigel settled back down on the couch and picked his notebook back up. “I know that they have always existed in Central Park, and to assume they are there as an anomaly is juvenile at best.”
“Why would anyone assume that raccoons did not exist in Central Park?”
“Because they’re fucking morons,” Nigel said with a scoff. “Ignorant, condescending bitches.”
“We’re back to this Beth chick again, aren’t we?”
With a groan, Nigel tossed the notebook aside again. “I fucking hate that bitch.”
“Because your little spaceman dated her?”
“No,” Nigel spat with more venom than he had intended. “Because she never fucking bothered to understand him. Bitch just assumed she knew better and that he needed changing. Adam fucking Raki is perfect the way he is.”
“Can’t argue with that.”
“I just don’t fucking understand why people automatically assume that different means broken.” Nigel took a long drag of his cigarette before flicking the ash into the tray. “People should just be able to be themselves without someone complaining about a quirk they cannot fucking change.”
Darko hummed in agreement as he proceeded to paint the milky way across the top of the drawing. “Like the raccoons.”
“Exactly.” Butting his cigarette, Nigel picked up the notebook and scribbled away furiously. “Just like the mother fucking raccoons. Why should they be seen as an invasive species? They were fucking there first. It ain’t their fault people came in and destroyed their homes. They’re fucking scavengers, of course they’re gonna go through your trash.”
“They’re just behaving as nature intended.”
“Yea, fucking badass and cute.”
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