Disney - Earth
Title: Dirty Work
Fandom: Disney - Atlantis: The Lost Empire
Prompt: Earth
Pairing: Vinny/Mole
Words: 446
Rating: G
So that’s supposed to be the end of it. The end of all the trouble they managed to get themselves in to, and then clawed their way back out of.
A mountain of gold is a pretty good solution to all life’s problems, after all.
Vinny gets his new flower shop. Just one to begin with, just so he can ease himself back into the family business. It’s easier than he thought it would be, but maybe that’s because he keeps a stick of dynamite in his back pocket at all times.
Everything’s actually pretty good.
Except.
He doesn’t know why he has to be the one to inherit The Mole.
It’s sort of like being followed home by an overgrown puppy, except the puppy is made up of dirt and filth and a fondness for French cooking.
He tries to push Mole off on the others, even drives to Audrey’s garage in the middle of the night, dumps a sleeping Mole on the sidewalk and speeds off before he can wake.
Doesn’t work. Mole just keeps coming back, the bell on the shop’s door tinkling as he creeps in, even filthier than usual and looking damn proud of it.
Eventually Vinny just lets it go, accepts his fate. He spends his days working on bouquets and Mole curls up in the mud and occasionally gives him advice on the best peat and manure.
It’s a routine, and maybe Vinny missed that a little when he was exploring the world.
Maybe Vinny doesn’t even mind Mole being there after a while. Mole’s a reminder, a memory of what they’ve done, and it stops his feet getting too itchy. Stops him fantasising about blowing up the buildings on his street for kicks.
It happens gradually but it feels like an epiphany when Vinny realises that he’s happy and that, yeah, he’s glad Mole’s around.
And then after a long afternoon in the shop he finds Mole waiting for him outside the bathroom in their little apartment above the store.
“Don’t wash tonight,” Mole says quietly, and it’s impossible to miss the way his eyes dart down to the dirt covering Vinny’s hands, caked under his fingernails, impossible to miss the way he’s breathing so heavily.
Turns out there might just be a new kind of trouble in Vinny’s life, and no amount of gold is likely to get rid of it.
He can handle trouble though, even if he is out of practice.
Which doesn’t explain why he bypasses the bathroom, feeling Mole’s eyes on him for the rest of the evening, stick of dynamite in his back pocket and mud flaking and peeling on his fingers.
Fandom: Disney - Atlantis: The Lost Empire
Prompt: Earth
Pairing: Vinny/Mole
Words: 446
Rating: G
So that’s supposed to be the end of it. The end of all the trouble they managed to get themselves in to, and then clawed their way back out of.
A mountain of gold is a pretty good solution to all life’s problems, after all.
Vinny gets his new flower shop. Just one to begin with, just so he can ease himself back into the family business. It’s easier than he thought it would be, but maybe that’s because he keeps a stick of dynamite in his back pocket at all times.
Everything’s actually pretty good.
Except.
He doesn’t know why he has to be the one to inherit The Mole.
It’s sort of like being followed home by an overgrown puppy, except the puppy is made up of dirt and filth and a fondness for French cooking.
He tries to push Mole off on the others, even drives to Audrey’s garage in the middle of the night, dumps a sleeping Mole on the sidewalk and speeds off before he can wake.
Doesn’t work. Mole just keeps coming back, the bell on the shop’s door tinkling as he creeps in, even filthier than usual and looking damn proud of it.
Eventually Vinny just lets it go, accepts his fate. He spends his days working on bouquets and Mole curls up in the mud and occasionally gives him advice on the best peat and manure.
It’s a routine, and maybe Vinny missed that a little when he was exploring the world.
Maybe Vinny doesn’t even mind Mole being there after a while. Mole’s a reminder, a memory of what they’ve done, and it stops his feet getting too itchy. Stops him fantasising about blowing up the buildings on his street for kicks.
It happens gradually but it feels like an epiphany when Vinny realises that he’s happy and that, yeah, he’s glad Mole’s around.
And then after a long afternoon in the shop he finds Mole waiting for him outside the bathroom in their little apartment above the store.
“Don’t wash tonight,” Mole says quietly, and it’s impossible to miss the way his eyes dart down to the dirt covering Vinny’s hands, caked under his fingernails, impossible to miss the way he’s breathing so heavily.
Turns out there might just be a new kind of trouble in Vinny’s life, and no amount of gold is likely to get rid of it.
He can handle trouble though, even if he is out of practice.
Which doesn’t explain why he bypasses the bathroom, feeling Mole’s eyes on him for the rest of the evening, stick of dynamite in his back pocket and mud flaking and peeling on his fingers.