Some writing and such.
Here, someone tell me what they think of this. i think it's funny, even while it is completely wrong and disturbing. The boys are too cute. They don't even exist in the major plot-line yet and they're taking over in the drabbles and making a name for themselves as cute little troublemakers. Why, oh, why am I so wrapped up in this little fic-verse and it's characters? Why can't I get wrapped up in my originals this way?
Jane and John Demon, I love you, but you just aren't competition for cute little OC's. Maybe if you had kids, or maybe if I went about making Jane a little more fleshed out and show how very un-postergirl for emo she is....Maybe if I worked on the balance of creepy and intellectual in John. eh, well, that's a whole other verse out there. I love it, but it's just easier to write with and build on characters that already exist.
x.x
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DMC OTP_100
Prompt # 59 Lovers
Word count: 770
Characters: Dante, Lady
Title: Not an Awkward Noise. (It Just Sounds That Way)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings and A/N: Lady and Dante with kids. It’s a terrifying thought, really. You are forewarned. Also, mentioned adult situation, though it’s not graphic, because neither of them wanted the kids to walk in and catch an eyeful. A couple of minor swear words.
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Pit-pat. Pit-pat. Slip-slap. Slip-slap. Thump. Thump. Silence for a few moments, then the light patter of something small moving across wood returned. Something else began moving too, the same sounds of movement on hardwood flooring echoing after the first set. The stairs creaked tiredly, as if exasperated with their climbers. The protest went unnoticed, as the sounds began again at the head of the stairs, muted breathing and soft ‘shushing’ sounds breaking the steady beat of movement occasionally.
“Mm, oh! …Ah…oh, oh, oh! Ah, you…ah, damn. Damn you.”
“Mmm, mmhm. Where…ah, there…oh, yeah, there. Oh, yeah, babe. You like it.”
“Demon…pervert. Oh...do that again. Do it!”
“Ha, ha, ha…do what? This? That? Ouch, hey! …No need to be so pushy, darlin’, we’ll get there…ah! Don’t do that…you know I can’t…ah. Ah! …ah, shit…ah, ah…”
The sounds had stopped, movement ground to a halt outside the heavy dark oak door in the upper hallway. There were other sounds filtering out from there, sounds that had eclipsed the sounds of movement once they had ascended the stairs, that kept the creators from hearing outside the door. These sounds were different, were heavier, less regular and organized, and somehow they carried more weight. Slap. Slap. Rustle. Squeak-creak. Squeak-creak. Squelch. Grunt.
“You go in.”
“What? No way!”
“I don’t want to, daddy will get mad at me. You’re his favorite!”
“Daddy doesn’t have a favorite! Mommy will be mad…”
“Mommy’s mad a lot.”
“’Cause daddy makes her mad.”
“…Is he making her mad now?”
“…They don’t sound mad.”
“You go in anyway.”
One of the listeners outside of the doorway enclosing the strange sounds glared at the other grumpily. The other, of course, refused to even bat an eye at this, and silence stretched between them tensely. After a bit, a sigh broke the standoff, and then a shuffle of feet followed nervously. Huff. Shift-scuff. Clap-thunk. Swallow. Click. Creak.
“...Mommy? Daddy?”
Gasp. Grunt. Shift-slip. Hiss. Moan. Billow, whip. Rustle. Pant. Pant. Harrumph.
“Taran…sweetie, did you need something?”
“Yeah, um, uh, hi daddy, um…”
“Hey kiddo dos. Whatcha’ need?”
“Um, uh….What do we need again, Aidan?”
“You’re a dumb-butt.”
“Hey!”
“Aidan, that wasn’t nice. Tell your little brother you’re sorry.”
“…Sorry.”
More silence, awkwardly filling the darkened bedroom like the red décor already in it, slight sounds breaking it occasionally. Rustling sheets. Shifting feet. Breathing, heavy and light. A little grunt from one of the room’s bed occupants, trying to move. A strained groan through teeth from the other at the attempt. The two intruders shared a silent glance, jaws opening with slight pops of tiny lips. Eyes wide. Voices serious as both speak at once.
“Um…are you okay, mommy?”
“Wha…yes, mommy’s fine, sweeties. Didn’t you want something?”
“Oh, yeah! Right, um, well, can we go outside and play?”
“’Yeah, please? ‘Cause you said we couldn’t go outside because daddy was gone, only he’s not, so, um, so….”
“Can we go outside now, please?”
“…Boys. I told you that you couldn’t go outside without your father. He’s…busy, so you’ll have to wai…”
“Go on out, kiddos. But take Cerberus and Ifrit with you.”
“Um, okay.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m still busy with your mother right now.”
“Oh. …What are you and mommy doing? Will you be done soon?”
“We’re…wrestling. Yeah, that.”
“Oh. Can we wrestle too?”
“Ah, no. it’s boring wrestling. Not like wrestling with your brother and me.”
“Oh. Okay. So…we can go outside and play?”
“Yep.”
“Okay! Bye daddy, bye mommy!”
“Bye sweeties.”
“Later, kiddos.”
Pit-pat. Pit-pat. Grasp, swing. Click. Pit-pat. Pit-pat. Thump. Thump. Giggle. Whump. Giggle. Scrape-clang. Thunk, scuff, drag. Click. Whoosh. Click. Laughing. Shouting.
Dante leaned back away from Lady just a bit, smirking at her still flaming red face. He could see the light flare up from Ifrit and Cerberus taking forms that could guard and interact with the boys, red and blue, from the window that faced the back of the shop. He bent back over her, arching his back and re-angling his body, still with the smirk on his face. She shifted back too, slowly, hips widening again and legs sliding back up his own, red color falling out of her face with an exasperated grin replacing it.
“Kids.” Both of their voices carried the same tone of wry amusement.
“So…we’re busy, eh?”
“Me first. Them later. And wrestling?”
“Well, I could have said tangoing, but that would be…”
“Wrong, just plain wrong. …Switch me.”
“Wha? No, I didn’t get my fair time.”
“Switch me or I’ll leave you hanging.”
“Leave yourself hanging too, y’know…Sheesh.”
Rustle. Squeak-creak. Squish-squelch, slip. Creak. Creak. Slap. Slap. Moan. Hiss. Laugh. Snort. Squeak. Creak.
Later. ~FNeko
Jane and John Demon, I love you, but you just aren't competition for cute little OC's. Maybe if you had kids, or maybe if I went about making Jane a little more fleshed out and show how very un-postergirl for emo she is....Maybe if I worked on the balance of creepy and intellectual in John. eh, well, that's a whole other verse out there. I love it, but it's just easier to write with and build on characters that already exist.
x.x
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DMC OTP_100
Prompt # 59 Lovers
Word count: 770
Characters: Dante, Lady
Title: Not an Awkward Noise. (It Just Sounds That Way)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings and A/N: Lady and Dante with kids. It’s a terrifying thought, really. You are forewarned. Also, mentioned adult situation, though it’s not graphic, because neither of them wanted the kids to walk in and catch an eyeful. A couple of minor swear words.
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Pit-pat. Pit-pat. Slip-slap. Slip-slap. Thump. Thump. Silence for a few moments, then the light patter of something small moving across wood returned. Something else began moving too, the same sounds of movement on hardwood flooring echoing after the first set. The stairs creaked tiredly, as if exasperated with their climbers. The protest went unnoticed, as the sounds began again at the head of the stairs, muted breathing and soft ‘shushing’ sounds breaking the steady beat of movement occasionally.
“Mm, oh! …Ah…oh, oh, oh! Ah, you…ah, damn. Damn you.”
“Mmm, mmhm. Where…ah, there…oh, yeah, there. Oh, yeah, babe. You like it.”
“Demon…pervert. Oh...do that again. Do it!”
“Ha, ha, ha…do what? This? That? Ouch, hey! …No need to be so pushy, darlin’, we’ll get there…ah! Don’t do that…you know I can’t…ah. Ah! …ah, shit…ah, ah…”
The sounds had stopped, movement ground to a halt outside the heavy dark oak door in the upper hallway. There were other sounds filtering out from there, sounds that had eclipsed the sounds of movement once they had ascended the stairs, that kept the creators from hearing outside the door. These sounds were different, were heavier, less regular and organized, and somehow they carried more weight. Slap. Slap. Rustle. Squeak-creak. Squeak-creak. Squelch. Grunt.
“You go in.”
“What? No way!”
“I don’t want to, daddy will get mad at me. You’re his favorite!”
“Daddy doesn’t have a favorite! Mommy will be mad…”
“Mommy’s mad a lot.”
“’Cause daddy makes her mad.”
“…Is he making her mad now?”
“…They don’t sound mad.”
“You go in anyway.”
One of the listeners outside of the doorway enclosing the strange sounds glared at the other grumpily. The other, of course, refused to even bat an eye at this, and silence stretched between them tensely. After a bit, a sigh broke the standoff, and then a shuffle of feet followed nervously. Huff. Shift-scuff. Clap-thunk. Swallow. Click. Creak.
“...Mommy? Daddy?”
Gasp. Grunt. Shift-slip. Hiss. Moan. Billow, whip. Rustle. Pant. Pant. Harrumph.
“Taran…sweetie, did you need something?”
“Yeah, um, uh, hi daddy, um…”
“Hey kiddo dos. Whatcha’ need?”
“Um, uh….What do we need again, Aidan?”
“You’re a dumb-butt.”
“Hey!”
“Aidan, that wasn’t nice. Tell your little brother you’re sorry.”
“…Sorry.”
More silence, awkwardly filling the darkened bedroom like the red décor already in it, slight sounds breaking it occasionally. Rustling sheets. Shifting feet. Breathing, heavy and light. A little grunt from one of the room’s bed occupants, trying to move. A strained groan through teeth from the other at the attempt. The two intruders shared a silent glance, jaws opening with slight pops of tiny lips. Eyes wide. Voices serious as both speak at once.
“Um…are you okay, mommy?”
“Wha…yes, mommy’s fine, sweeties. Didn’t you want something?”
“Oh, yeah! Right, um, well, can we go outside and play?”
“’Yeah, please? ‘Cause you said we couldn’t go outside because daddy was gone, only he’s not, so, um, so….”
“Can we go outside now, please?”
“…Boys. I told you that you couldn’t go outside without your father. He’s…busy, so you’ll have to wai…”
“Go on out, kiddos. But take Cerberus and Ifrit with you.”
“Um, okay.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m still busy with your mother right now.”
“Oh. …What are you and mommy doing? Will you be done soon?”
“We’re…wrestling. Yeah, that.”
“Oh. Can we wrestle too?”
“Ah, no. it’s boring wrestling. Not like wrestling with your brother and me.”
“Oh. Okay. So…we can go outside and play?”
“Yep.”
“Okay! Bye daddy, bye mommy!”
“Bye sweeties.”
“Later, kiddos.”
Pit-pat. Pit-pat. Grasp, swing. Click. Pit-pat. Pit-pat. Thump. Thump. Giggle. Whump. Giggle. Scrape-clang. Thunk, scuff, drag. Click. Whoosh. Click. Laughing. Shouting.
Dante leaned back away from Lady just a bit, smirking at her still flaming red face. He could see the light flare up from Ifrit and Cerberus taking forms that could guard and interact with the boys, red and blue, from the window that faced the back of the shop. He bent back over her, arching his back and re-angling his body, still with the smirk on his face. She shifted back too, slowly, hips widening again and legs sliding back up his own, red color falling out of her face with an exasperated grin replacing it.
“Kids.” Both of their voices carried the same tone of wry amusement.
“So…we’re busy, eh?”
“Me first. Them later. And wrestling?”
“Well, I could have said tangoing, but that would be…”
“Wrong, just plain wrong. …Switch me.”
“Wha? No, I didn’t get my fair time.”
“Switch me or I’ll leave you hanging.”
“Leave yourself hanging too, y’know…Sheesh.”
Rustle. Squeak-creak. Squish-squelch, slip. Creak. Creak. Slap. Slap. Moan. Hiss. Laugh. Snort. Squeak. Creak.
Later. ~FNeko