Fic: Tiresias' Spring (Demyx/Xigbar; PG-13)
Back again! And catching up on stuff; apologies if I miss anything. This is actually yesterday's story -- I wrote it on the plane.
Fic: Tiresias' Spring
Words: 350
Characters/Pairing: Demyx/Xigbar
Rating: Er... PG-13? I dunno, I suck at ratings.
Summary: Demyx wasn't quite quick enough in figuring out what felt weird about the water.
Canon/Spoilers: Kingdom Hearts 2, no spoilers
Notes: Genderswitch, crack-y.
It happened entirely by accident. The first time, anyway. In one of the worlds, there was a wood, and in that wood, there was a spring, and when Xigbar stopped to get a drink from that spring, Demyx wasn't paying enough attention to notice the problem quickly enough.
(If you considered it a problem, per se.)
"Wait," he said, "there's something funny -- " and trailed off as Xigbar swallowed. ". . . about that water," he finished lamely.
"What?" Xigbar asked, in a voice perhaps half an octave higher than normal, and somewhat softer around the edges. "Poison?"
"Um." Demyx said. "No. Not... quite." He was staring at the fit of Xigbar's cloak, which had changed somewhat. Um.
"Huh," Xigbar said. "I do feel a little . . . ." He frowned, then pulled the neckline of his robe out so he could peer inside.
There was an awkward pause.
"Oh," he said.
It was interesting, Demyx thought, swallowing hard. He was still lean, still scarred, still missing an eye, still with long silver-streaked black hair -- still all the things that Demyx found particularly attractive. But he was, well, built somewhat . . . differently. His cloak had always been cut close to his long, lean body, and now it was even closer, and strained out in . . . places. He was torn between the almost irresistible desire to stare at Xigbar's modest-but-definitely-bigger chest and hips, and the desire to stare almost anywhere else for fear that Xigbar would take offense and kick his ass.
(I bet he -- she -- he has great legs under there, commented the part of his brain that was trying to get him shot. I mean, he has nice long legs as a guy . . . )
"If I drink again, will it change me back?" Xigbar was asking.
Demyx concentrated on the water. "I think so. I'm pretty sure. Yes."
"Then no harm done."
Demyx could feel his face heating up, but he knew he'd hate himself forever if he didn't at least try. "Uh -- "
"Yeah, kid?"
"Do you have to, uh, change back right away?"
Xigbar's all-too-familiar grin made his knees weak. ". . . I guess I don't."
***
Note: I Iove stories that turn the pretty boys into girls, but my immediate instinct with genderswap is to switch over the most muscle-y/'manly'/stereotypically seme guy. Or to switch over a girl. (Larxene and Marluxia totally need to come take a drink.)
(Yeah, that isn't how Tiresieas transformed, mythologically. I'm taking a little license. Work with me here. ;) )
ETA: The sequel, Spring Fever, is now up.
Fic: Tiresias' Spring
Words: 350
Characters/Pairing: Demyx/Xigbar
Rating: Er... PG-13? I dunno, I suck at ratings.
Summary: Demyx wasn't quite quick enough in figuring out what felt weird about the water.
Canon/Spoilers: Kingdom Hearts 2, no spoilers
Notes: Genderswitch, crack-y.
It happened entirely by accident. The first time, anyway. In one of the worlds, there was a wood, and in that wood, there was a spring, and when Xigbar stopped to get a drink from that spring, Demyx wasn't paying enough attention to notice the problem quickly enough.
(If you considered it a problem, per se.)
"Wait," he said, "there's something funny -- " and trailed off as Xigbar swallowed. ". . . about that water," he finished lamely.
"What?" Xigbar asked, in a voice perhaps half an octave higher than normal, and somewhat softer around the edges. "Poison?"
"Um." Demyx said. "No. Not... quite." He was staring at the fit of Xigbar's cloak, which had changed somewhat. Um.
"Huh," Xigbar said. "I do feel a little . . . ." He frowned, then pulled the neckline of his robe out so he could peer inside.
There was an awkward pause.
"Oh," he said.
It was interesting, Demyx thought, swallowing hard. He was still lean, still scarred, still missing an eye, still with long silver-streaked black hair -- still all the things that Demyx found particularly attractive. But he was, well, built somewhat . . . differently. His cloak had always been cut close to his long, lean body, and now it was even closer, and strained out in . . . places. He was torn between the almost irresistible desire to stare at Xigbar's modest-but-definitely-bigger chest and hips, and the desire to stare almost anywhere else for fear that Xigbar would take offense and kick his ass.
(I bet he -- she -- he has great legs under there, commented the part of his brain that was trying to get him shot. I mean, he has nice long legs as a guy . . . )
"If I drink again, will it change me back?" Xigbar was asking.
Demyx concentrated on the water. "I think so. I'm pretty sure. Yes."
"Then no harm done."
Demyx could feel his face heating up, but he knew he'd hate himself forever if he didn't at least try. "Uh -- "
"Yeah, kid?"
"Do you have to, uh, change back right away?"
Xigbar's all-too-familiar grin made his knees weak. ". . . I guess I don't."
***
Note: I Iove stories that turn the pretty boys into girls, but my immediate instinct with genderswap is to switch over the most muscle-y/'manly'/stereotypically seme guy. Or to switch over a girl. (Larxene and Marluxia totally need to come take a drink.)
(Yeah, that isn't how Tiresieas transformed, mythologically. I'm taking a little license. Work with me here. ;) )
ETA: The sequel, Spring Fever, is now up.