Spring Fire ( 1 / ? )
This is the second story in my 'Cross-Dressing And Other Small Town Scandals' universe. It takes place a while later in the time-line.
Title: Spring Fire ( 1 / ? )
Type: Series
Words: 1,007 so far
Status: WIP
Beta: theplumtomato
Rating: PG-15, most likely eventual NC-17
Warnings: femmeslash focus, possible threesome & het still unsure, foul language, cross-dressing. References to slash, medfet, sadomaso, probably some others I'll add later.
Covers: Xion moving in with Larxene & Marluxia
Summary: The last thing Larxene wanted was another roommate, unfortunately her current one was an unreliable drunk.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing from Kingdom Hearts nor do I profit in any way from this fic.
Sometimes, Larxene wondered if there was a god. While she was secure in her beliefs as an atheist, knowing there was a god would certainly explain a large amount of her misfortune, as she suspected none of the deities she'd heard of would approve much of her life. She did like the idea of there being some biblical force working against her rather more than having to admit that things that happened to her were just that, things. And they happened for no other reason then because they could.
Larxene thought this must be the only logical reason as to why, Marluxia would manage to loose his job the day her pissant wandered into her work, trying to coerce her into letting his friends' boyfriends teenage cousin move in with her. Any other time her response would have been an immediate no. Unfortunately, counting on Marluxia to save his share of the rent until the end of the month was not an option, as he was likely to spend it getting himself tanked in lieu of being a productive member of society. It appeared she didn't have much choice.
Before he left Demyx told her to phone Axel and deal with him since it was his fault this was happening in the first place. Rather than asking the blond what he meant and spend another minute around him she opted to call the red-head as soon as the other man had left. She tapped her foot impatiently as the phone rang, expecting Axel to have a damn goo explanation for why she would ever be the one he expected to get a favour this big out of. As soon as she heard the other phone being picked up she spoke without giving Axel a chance to say hello.
"What the hell is this‽ What makes you think that you can just push some little brat on me and expect me to say yes?" She heard a sigh on the other end of the line that sounded as though Axel felt he was dealing with a child, it only served to aggravate him further.
"Larxene, I think we both know under normal circumstances you're the last person I would ever come to for something like this, but can you guess who I ran into at Sora's work half-drunk, moaning on about his 'shrivelled old, repressed, imbecile of a boss? Or might I say, ex-boss?" She felt her face heat up. Really, could that idiot think of nothing better to do than play dress-up and get drunk in the middle of the day?
"Still was there no one else you could bother?"
"Oh come on Larxene" his smirk was practically audible "You need the cash, I'm just trying to be helpful?" She'd love to yell, she'd love to tell him to shove his 'help' right up his ass and hang up and move on, but as much as she loathed to admit it he was right. She needed to cash.
"Fine, but I'm not liable of the consequences of anything stupid whoever it is you're sending me does. And they're out as soon as Marluxia finds a job."
"Sounds good, she just needs a place to stay while she looks for a place, she's moving up here from twilight town."
"And why, out of curiosity, can't that place be with you and Sora?"
"Well she's Sora and Roxas' cousin, and she can't stay with me because Roxas is moving in here, and Sora's moving in with Riku. Between the inevitably frequent mushy moments, the boxes everywhere, and the fighting that are all nearly guaranteed I doubt she wants to be subjected to living with either of us."
"Because clearly Marluxia and I would be a much more pleasant option."
"I figure with the promise of money you're mostly harmless if she keeps to herself."
"Hm."
"Look, are we done here? I'm supposed to go help Rox pack up."
"Yeah, whatever. When's she going to be here?"
"Two days, we'll bring her over Friday afternoon to move her in."
She snapped her phone shut without bothering with a goodbye. She glanced up at the clock, she still wasn't off for another few hours, but as soon as she was she was going home to toss all Marluxia's things down the stairs. This was entirely his fault, he could move into the basement and live with his fucking plants as far as she was concerned.
Larxene finally returned home to find the house empty. She dropped her bag by the door and walked over to the kitchen to survey the fridge for something to drink. She settled on a can of mountain dew and walked back towards the living-room to flop down on the couch. After a moment she set her drink down on the coffee table and picked up the phone to check the messages. She only had one, left by a half-drunk Marluxia to tell her he'd met some brilliant blonde he was going home with and not to wait up.
Brilliant. Seeing as he didn't even have the courtesy or sense to show up and allow her to vent some of her rage on him, she really would throw his things down the stairs. She got up and began dragging things from his room across the hall to the stairs and kicking them down. She started with the heaviest items, the dresser, which broke, the mattress, bed-frame, night-side table, and then moved onto the smaller items. All his clothes so neatly ordered and hung in his closet. She was quite sure she ripped a few things tearing them off the hangers. When she finally got to the boxes he kept both under his bed and in the corner of his closet, tempted as she was to open them all and dump them out she was also a bit to terrified of what she might find. Marluxia was nothing if not a little deranged.
I'm not sure if this will end up a LarxeneXion or a LarxeneMarluxiaXion. Either way will probably involve at least a smidge of LMX. I'm personally a bit more partial to MarluxiaNaminé though so we'll see. You're an amazing person if you can guess where I got the title from, you're my new hero if you did it without the help of google :)
I'm thinking of creating a LarxeneXion club, good or bad idea? Or is there already one in existence I just haven't found?
Title: Spring Fire ( 1 / ? )
Type: Series
Words: 1,007 so far
Status: WIP
Beta: theplumtomato
Rating: PG-15, most likely eventual NC-17
Warnings: femmeslash focus, possible threesome & het still unsure, foul language, cross-dressing. References to slash, medfet, sadomaso, probably some others I'll add later.
Covers: Xion moving in with Larxene & Marluxia
Summary: The last thing Larxene wanted was another roommate, unfortunately her current one was an unreliable drunk.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing from Kingdom Hearts nor do I profit in any way from this fic.
Sometimes, Larxene wondered if there was a god. While she was secure in her beliefs as an atheist, knowing there was a god would certainly explain a large amount of her misfortune, as she suspected none of the deities she'd heard of would approve much of her life. She did like the idea of there being some biblical force working against her rather more than having to admit that things that happened to her were just that, things. And they happened for no other reason then because they could.
Larxene thought this must be the only logical reason as to why, Marluxia would manage to loose his job the day her pissant wandered into her work, trying to coerce her into letting his friends' boyfriends teenage cousin move in with her. Any other time her response would have been an immediate no. Unfortunately, counting on Marluxia to save his share of the rent until the end of the month was not an option, as he was likely to spend it getting himself tanked in lieu of being a productive member of society. It appeared she didn't have much choice.
Before he left Demyx told her to phone Axel and deal with him since it was his fault this was happening in the first place. Rather than asking the blond what he meant and spend another minute around him she opted to call the red-head as soon as the other man had left. She tapped her foot impatiently as the phone rang, expecting Axel to have a damn goo explanation for why she would ever be the one he expected to get a favour this big out of. As soon as she heard the other phone being picked up she spoke without giving Axel a chance to say hello.
"What the hell is this‽ What makes you think that you can just push some little brat on me and expect me to say yes?" She heard a sigh on the other end of the line that sounded as though Axel felt he was dealing with a child, it only served to aggravate him further.
"Larxene, I think we both know under normal circumstances you're the last person I would ever come to for something like this, but can you guess who I ran into at Sora's work half-drunk, moaning on about his 'shrivelled old, repressed, imbecile of a boss? Or might I say, ex-boss?" She felt her face heat up. Really, could that idiot think of nothing better to do than play dress-up and get drunk in the middle of the day?
"Still was there no one else you could bother?"
"Oh come on Larxene" his smirk was practically audible "You need the cash, I'm just trying to be helpful?" She'd love to yell, she'd love to tell him to shove his 'help' right up his ass and hang up and move on, but as much as she loathed to admit it he was right. She needed to cash.
"Fine, but I'm not liable of the consequences of anything stupid whoever it is you're sending me does. And they're out as soon as Marluxia finds a job."
"Sounds good, she just needs a place to stay while she looks for a place, she's moving up here from twilight town."
"And why, out of curiosity, can't that place be with you and Sora?"
"Well she's Sora and Roxas' cousin, and she can't stay with me because Roxas is moving in here, and Sora's moving in with Riku. Between the inevitably frequent mushy moments, the boxes everywhere, and the fighting that are all nearly guaranteed I doubt she wants to be subjected to living with either of us."
"Because clearly Marluxia and I would be a much more pleasant option."
"I figure with the promise of money you're mostly harmless if she keeps to herself."
"Hm."
"Look, are we done here? I'm supposed to go help Rox pack up."
"Yeah, whatever. When's she going to be here?"
"Two days, we'll bring her over Friday afternoon to move her in."
She snapped her phone shut without bothering with a goodbye. She glanced up at the clock, she still wasn't off for another few hours, but as soon as she was she was going home to toss all Marluxia's things down the stairs. This was entirely his fault, he could move into the basement and live with his fucking plants as far as she was concerned.
Larxene finally returned home to find the house empty. She dropped her bag by the door and walked over to the kitchen to survey the fridge for something to drink. She settled on a can of mountain dew and walked back towards the living-room to flop down on the couch. After a moment she set her drink down on the coffee table and picked up the phone to check the messages. She only had one, left by a half-drunk Marluxia to tell her he'd met some brilliant blonde he was going home with and not to wait up.
Brilliant. Seeing as he didn't even have the courtesy or sense to show up and allow her to vent some of her rage on him, she really would throw his things down the stairs. She got up and began dragging things from his room across the hall to the stairs and kicking them down. She started with the heaviest items, the dresser, which broke, the mattress, bed-frame, night-side table, and then moved onto the smaller items. All his clothes so neatly ordered and hung in his closet. She was quite sure she ripped a few things tearing them off the hangers. When she finally got to the boxes he kept both under his bed and in the corner of his closet, tempted as she was to open them all and dump them out she was also a bit to terrified of what she might find. Marluxia was nothing if not a little deranged.
I'm not sure if this will end up a LarxeneXion or a LarxeneMarluxiaXion. Either way will probably involve at least a smidge of LMX. I'm personally a bit more partial to MarluxiaNaminé though so we'll see. You're an amazing person if you can guess where I got the title from, you're my new hero if you did it without the help of google :)
I'm thinking of creating a LarxeneXion club, good or bad idea? Or is there already one in existence I just haven't found?