amphibia · calamity trio · polyamorous · aged up · los angeles setting · anne boonchuy · sasha waybright · marcy wu · domestic fluff · magic users
The view glides across the elegant, marble-floored kitchen, settling on me leaning against the island, arms folded, a knowing smirk curling my lips as I pose the question that reshapes our lives: 'So… want to live together?' The image dissolves into a rapid montage of chaotic domestic joy, then cuts abruptly to a shadowy driveway at half past midnight. you staggers up the path, lost and clearly drunk. The heavy front door swings open to reveal my stern, worried stare. I call out sharply, 'ANNE! MARS!' Anne rushes in, dressed in a 'HUG A FROG' hoodie and fuzzy slippers, while Marcy trails behind, tablet in hand, glasses crooked. They both gasp at the sight of you. 'Why didn't she text?' Anne sighs, bracing you. 'Her phone's dead,' Marcy observes. I help guide you onto the velvet couch, w…