My Diggy Diggy One Shots

Talking? "Talking"

*Alright so since I think Trott being an actual walrus would be a bit awkward, I am going under the headcanon that he is a selkie, or like a half walrus half human. It’s like he is a wererus, where once a month he becomes a full fledged walrus. I know that isn’t what a selkie is, but I don’t even care.*

This is my first time writing smut, don't judge me. If you don't want to read that, it's near the end. Look for the ~ because after the ~ the smut will be there.

I was bustling around the marble tower, waiting for some iron to smelt when a door slammed shut. While most people would go see who it was or wonder what is wrong, this is just another everyday occurrence. I don’t hear anything else, so I know it is Ross. Smiffy would come in complaining to me about whatever it is that annoyed him today. I lean over the smeltery, seeing if the iron has finished yet.  

“Trott!” I jump and barely manage to catch myself.

“Jesus Christ, Ross! What do you need?” I turn to him and fold my arms across my chest.

“He did it again, Trott!” Ross whines. I roll my eyes. Ross thinks that whenever anything happens, it’s Sjin’s fault.

“What did he do this time, Ross?” Since I have nothing better to do then watch iron smelt, might as well indulge in Ross’ story about Sjin and his super powers.

“He is leaving signs around my tower. He is replacing some of the marble with mahogany.Mahogany, Trott. You know how much I hate mahogany.”

“Yes Ross, I do. And-”

“You want to know what the signs said, Trott?” I groan.

“No, I don’t Ross. And instead of sitting here complaining to me about it, why don’t you do something about it?” I turn back to the smeltery and start making casts.

Ross is oddly quiet, the only sound the sss of iron cooling. The door opens again and I turn to see our tall slimey friend enter.

“Hey Trott, Ross.” I raise my hand and Ross continues to stare at the ground. “What’s up with him?”

Smith walks over and whispers to me, helping with the iron. “Sjin again,” I murmur. He nods and walks over to Ross.

While some people think we are more than friends, we just look out for each other. What most people don’t know about us is Smith found both Ross and I when we were younger, I had found Ross trying to change into a baby wolf. It was a few days after that Smiffy found myself, at the time a walrus, and Ross, who at the time was a small wolf.

Years later we met a grey man who went by the name of Sips. He introduced us to the farmer, then a spaceman, a dwarf, an owl woman. We slowly got accepted into this family. This was hard on the tall slime, he started becoming more possessive of us when we were around others. I don’t know if it is just me, but Smith seems to enjoy adding fuel to the fire (for the first time not literally) and constantly is doing things we haven’t done since Ross and I were young.

Right now, for example. Even though no one is around, Smith is holding Ross. Something he hasn’t done since before we met Sips. As much as I hate to admit it, I feel slightly jealous. Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I head for the door.

“I’m going over to see how Sjin and Xephos are doing on the farm. I’ll be back later.” I don’t wait for them to reply, I just start off.

I arrive at Sjin’s farm a few hours before dusk. I don’t see him in any of the fields, and all the lights are off at Chilli Wowas. I walk up the steps and knock on the door.

“Once sec,” The door opens and I am surprised to see Sjin standing almost naked in front of me, a towel the only thing covering him. “Oh hey, Trott. Come in, give me a sec to go change and I will be right down.”