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Title: Lead-up to the set-up of the ghost of a possibility of a date...maybe.
Author: Lazaefair
Fandom: Mightier Than The Sword
PG-13 for swearing and violent situations.
"So I figure you're more of a steak kind of guy."
"Shut up, you're tied up," Percy yelled, driven beyond his patience by Hwan, Ligeia's latest plot gone horribly wrong - consisting mainly of possessed homicidal zombie girls (aged 6 through 9) - the ruination of a perfectly good evening, and oh yes, Hwan.
"It stands to reason, with the whole predator thing, you like meat. I know a couple good steakhouses in town--"
Percy actually stopped and stared at him, holding a homicidal zombie girl in his teeth as she squirmed and tried to bite through his fur. "What are you…did you just…" It came out muffled through the zombie girl, and Hwan smirked.
Then they swarmed again, and Percy got distracted jumping on the zombie about to leap onto Nerida's back.
Afterwards, pools of ochre and flesh were smeared all over the floor and the victorious library staff could be heard emitting sighs at the coming clean-up job. And then there were certain trickster minions to consider, who remained uncharacteristically quiet as Percy finally turned and stalked towards him.
The werewolf rose up on his hind legs, muscle and bone shifting and twisting and fur thinning and receding a little. But he left himself only half-transformed when he drew a deep breath, fighting off the pure rage that threatened to descend again, and he deliberately paced towards Hwan by the shelves. Nerida and Benjamin, who'd begun to move around cleaning the mess up, all paused to watch the looming confrontation.
Hwan cocked a grin automatically, but something about the way his shoulders hunched suggested flattened ears and a smaller creature cringing away from the bloody, sharp canines headed his way.
Percy slammed two massive paws on either side of the kitsune's head.
In a silken growl, "You just made me kill twelve little girls," he said. "Almost got your hands on forbidden materials, almost committed theft from the library, laid your hands on an employee of said library, caused property damage to that library, and then let yourself get caught. Give me a reason why I shouldn't tear your heart out right now."
"Librum sanctum," Hwan said flatly, at odds with the fine tremors running through his bound arms. "Plus they weren't actually human, and I never laid a finger on you."
Percy snarled at the bald audacity.
Then he paused.
Werewolf nostrils flared and Percy's eyes widened when he processed the pheremones thickening the air between them. Despite himself, he looked down. "Oh, for god's sake!"
"Always been turned on by danger and smoking hot men," Hwan explained with recovered good cheer, though he was clearly trying to cover up a hammering heart and adrenaline shakes. Solemnly, "I consider it both a curse and gift."
"You're despicable." Percy backed away and the last of the wolf melted away, realizing a little too late that this left him completely naked in front of Hwan. Whose eyes, oh gods, had comically widened and the scent of arousal skyrocketed.
"I bet you don't mean that," Hwan croaked, and Percy snapped, "Yes, I do," resentful of the unexpected surge of gratification he'd just experienced at Hwan's stunned appreciation. He turned on his heel and stalked towards the back office and a spare set of clothes, gathering his dignity as he went.
Nerida regarded Hwan coolly as she approached him and proceeded to cut the bespelled zip ties. The scissors flashed menacingly next to his skin. "You got drool on your shirt," she observed acidly.
The last tie fell away and Hwan stood rubbing his wrists, craning his head around to stare at the closed back office door. A pair of scissor blades touched his cheek and unceremoniously pushed his head back to face Nerida.
"Better clean that up before you report back to the head bitch," she said and left him to put his not-quite-metaphorical ears down and scurry out of the library quickly.
Author: Lazaefair
Fandom: Mightier Than The Sword
PG-13 for swearing and violent situations.
"So I figure you're more of a steak kind of guy."
"Shut up, you're tied up," Percy yelled, driven beyond his patience by Hwan, Ligeia's latest plot gone horribly wrong - consisting mainly of possessed homicidal zombie girls (aged 6 through 9) - the ruination of a perfectly good evening, and oh yes, Hwan.
"It stands to reason, with the whole predator thing, you like meat. I know a couple good steakhouses in town--"
Percy actually stopped and stared at him, holding a homicidal zombie girl in his teeth as she squirmed and tried to bite through his fur. "What are you…did you just…" It came out muffled through the zombie girl, and Hwan smirked.
Then they swarmed again, and Percy got distracted jumping on the zombie about to leap onto Nerida's back.
Afterwards, pools of ochre and flesh were smeared all over the floor and the victorious library staff could be heard emitting sighs at the coming clean-up job. And then there were certain trickster minions to consider, who remained uncharacteristically quiet as Percy finally turned and stalked towards him.
The werewolf rose up on his hind legs, muscle and bone shifting and twisting and fur thinning and receding a little. But he left himself only half-transformed when he drew a deep breath, fighting off the pure rage that threatened to descend again, and he deliberately paced towards Hwan by the shelves. Nerida and Benjamin, who'd begun to move around cleaning the mess up, all paused to watch the looming confrontation.
Hwan cocked a grin automatically, but something about the way his shoulders hunched suggested flattened ears and a smaller creature cringing away from the bloody, sharp canines headed his way.
Percy slammed two massive paws on either side of the kitsune's head.
In a silken growl, "You just made me kill twelve little girls," he said. "Almost got your hands on forbidden materials, almost committed theft from the library, laid your hands on an employee of said library, caused property damage to that library, and then let yourself get caught. Give me a reason why I shouldn't tear your heart out right now."
"Librum sanctum," Hwan said flatly, at odds with the fine tremors running through his bound arms. "Plus they weren't actually human, and I never laid a finger on you."
Percy snarled at the bald audacity.
Then he paused.
Werewolf nostrils flared and Percy's eyes widened when he processed the pheremones thickening the air between them. Despite himself, he looked down. "Oh, for god's sake!"
"Always been turned on by danger and smoking hot men," Hwan explained with recovered good cheer, though he was clearly trying to cover up a hammering heart and adrenaline shakes. Solemnly, "I consider it both a curse and gift."
"You're despicable." Percy backed away and the last of the wolf melted away, realizing a little too late that this left him completely naked in front of Hwan. Whose eyes, oh gods, had comically widened and the scent of arousal skyrocketed.
"I bet you don't mean that," Hwan croaked, and Percy snapped, "Yes, I do," resentful of the unexpected surge of gratification he'd just experienced at Hwan's stunned appreciation. He turned on his heel and stalked towards the back office and a spare set of clothes, gathering his dignity as he went.
Nerida regarded Hwan coolly as she approached him and proceeded to cut the bespelled zip ties. The scissors flashed menacingly next to his skin. "You got drool on your shirt," she observed acidly.
The last tie fell away and Hwan stood rubbing his wrists, craning his head around to stare at the closed back office door. A pair of scissor blades touched his cheek and unceremoniously pushed his head back to face Nerida.
"Better clean that up before you report back to the head bitch," she said and left him to put his not-quite-metaphorical ears down and scurry out of the library quickly.