First Prompt Fill - and new!
Hi, I'm "Lucritus" you can call me "Luke" or "Luuk" seeing as how I spell it in that weird way because I can. I love Kiss Kiss Bang Bang - and I of course adore Robert Downey Jr. And Dr. Kozak. so I couldn't pass this prompt - and sadly I seem to be the only person who writes/role plays Dr. Kozak?
Anyway, the prompt turned out longer than expected and it's still not completely finished, but here is the first part. Will post the second part next!
PS. This is my first time writing Perry/Harry...
Author lucritus
Title: Cut You, Hurt You, Ow, Your Nose Is Coming Off
Fandom: KKBB/Shaggy Dog
Pairing: Implied Perry/Harry
Rating: R for language
Prompt: Just watched 'The Shaggy Dog' (at my daycare job-worst place in the world to get dirty thoughts) and please please please, somebody incorporate an infected Dr. Kozak into a fic. PLEASE!!!!!!! It will complete my life! Until I itch for a new idea...
The escape hadn't been easy, but he managed to plan his way out of the facility. He was a genius, after all. "Mad scientist" was too cliché. He wasn't crazy. The rest of the world was. They couldn't see what was in front of their faces. Idiots. He had found a way to make them all immortal and they lock him away. Everyone was told he was in prison - wrong.
Kozak shuddered to think back on it, wrapping himself in a tattered blanket he had scavenged from a dumpster. Yes, he had resorted to such low activities, but when one is a wanted man, he had to. It wasn't like he had any friends he could turn to. Not when he was a "freak" and "infected".
He saw his face in the news often enough to know that people were looking for him. A fugitive with a contagious disease, dangerous, insane. Probably has "rabies" or some nonsense.
Kozak ran his fingers through his dirty hair, cursing to himself. He was filthy, disgusting. He couldn't stand it. He was obsessed with being clean. He hated anyone even touching him more than once. How could he let himself fall so far?
He knew why - anything was better than what he had been subject to for five months. Torture was putting it mildly. "Why test on animals that can't answer your questions?" Right? And Kozak wasn't anyone someone would miss, of course not. He was seen as a monster, rotting in prison for experimenting on poor defenseless animals and illegal DNA testing.
Never mind that he saved most of them - that snake had been dying, right? It looked pretty happy, not even minding the side effect. But it didn't matter now. No one would listen to him. No one would help him.
Kozak scratched at the back of his head, fleas becoming more of a nuisance now than ever. He winced, feeling a sudden pull on his person. What was- Oh, no…
The scientists couldn't quite figure out the trigger to force Kozak into the dog. It seemed to happen mostly at random, or during severe mood changes. They had tried several methods to activate the transformation - to study it. Kozak had half a mind to just bite them and let them find out for themselves. But they were prepared for that, of course. Muzzle. How embarrassing.
The former scientist shook his head, finding that he also shook off the rest of his clothes. He huffed. Dog again. They really did see in black and white. He found no more reason to just hide away in the revolting alley way, the smell burning his sensitive nose. Kozak hurried out, almost tripping over paws with long, but matted fur. He hardly looked white anymore. More muddy brown.
He was starving, his nose catching the scent of a hotdog stand not too far away. Kozak formed a dog equivalent of a smirk and made his way through the crowd until he was able to jump up and snatch the food from the customer's hand.
"Hey-hey! You mangy mutt!"
"Get that dog!"
Kozak was already running for it, trying not to choke. He should have planned this a lot further. People were strangely possessive of their food. Lucky for him, however, there were more people in the street now than minutes before. Kozak knew now would be a good time to hide. The pound had probably been called already.
He made a move to slip between two unsuspecting legs until hands grabbed him and pulled him out. If Kozak's mouth wasn't filled with greasy, sloppy food, he would have bit this person.
"Aww, Perry! Look! I found a puppy!"
Oh, great, and this person was mentally challenged too.
"Idiot, don't touch that thing! It's probably diseased!"
Kozak growled at that. He had enough of being called diseased, thank you. For someone who had been living off the streets for three weeks he was pretty damn healthy as homeless people could get!
The other man, though, the one still smiling all "cutesie" at Kozak, didn't seemed phased. Kozak suddenly felt a loss in appetite and dropped the food from his mouth. "Come on, Perry, she's just a little dirty."
Wait a just a minute, Kozak barked. SHE? Oh, he did not just-
"Harry-"
All anger was forgotten when said "Harry" started scratching behind the ears. "See? She likes me," he beamed.
Kozak found this almost as humiliating as the scene in the courtroom, but he didn't want to think about that.
"That's great, moron, now stop playing with the mutt and get in the fucking car."
"But, Perry- she doesn't have a collar! The pound will take her-"
"Does it look like I give a fuck? No - don't."
Kozak watched this with strange amusement. Harry was giving Perry a look only Kozak should be able to give at this point. "Can't we take her home and get her cleaned up? M-maybe put up some fliers?" Oh, the stutter. Maybe this guy wasn't so mentally challenged after all. He had a gift. But damn it, Kozak was getting tired of being called a girl.
"I'm not letting that flea infested mud pile into my car! Forget it!"
"We have towels…" Harry pouted. "She can lay down on those in the backseat. Please? I never had a dog before-"
"Who says we'd even be keeping it?"
"She!"
"What?"
"Not an it, she. And her name is Harriet."
"…Harry, you named the dog what?"
Kozak would like to repeat that question.
"Come on! You know that when someone names a dog the bond is unbreakable! Look! She even reacted to it!"
Yeah, and "she" is ready to bite you in the ass, Kozak tried not to growl. That wouldn't help him get Perry to take the bait. So he limped over all innocently and licked Perry's hand.
Perry in reflex pulled his hand back and grimaced. "Ugh, disgusting…"
"Don't be so rude, she's just trying to be nice! And look, she's hurt!"
"Great. The pound will take care of that."
"Peeeerry!"
"Fuck! All right! Get the fucking towels and put them in the fucking back seat. But if that dog takes a shit in my car I'm throwing her out. I don't even care if I'm still driving!"
Harry gave the larger man a hug and as Kozak watched the blonde's expression change when Harry couldn't see - it was obvious this guy cared about the other. No one gave "just a friend" that kind of look, however secret.
Perry pushed Harry away, his normal, annoyed expression back on his face. "And you're sitting in the back with…uh…"
"Harriet," Harry answered for him, still smiling. He didn't seem to mind. The guy acted like a kid, so go figure.
"I mean it, though," Perry pressed while Harry and Kozak situated themselves in the backseat. "If that dog does anything wrong, she's out of here. Got it?"
"Got it, got it," Harry answered with a roll of his eyes before reaching out to pet Kozak.
Don't worry, asshole, I'll be out of here before you know it. Just going to get cleaned up, steal some food, grab some clothes... Kozak planned, tilting his head to the side when Harry went and scratched behind the ear again.
But, uh…that can wait…
Anyway, the prompt turned out longer than expected and it's still not completely finished, but here is the first part. Will post the second part next!
PS. This is my first time writing Perry/Harry...
Author lucritus
Title: Cut You, Hurt You, Ow, Your Nose Is Coming Off
Fandom: KKBB/Shaggy Dog
Pairing: Implied Perry/Harry
Rating: R for language
Prompt: Just watched 'The Shaggy Dog' (at my daycare job-worst place in the world to get dirty thoughts) and please please please, somebody incorporate an infected Dr. Kozak into a fic. PLEASE!!!!!!! It will complete my life! Until I itch for a new idea...
The escape hadn't been easy, but he managed to plan his way out of the facility. He was a genius, after all. "Mad scientist" was too cliché. He wasn't crazy. The rest of the world was. They couldn't see what was in front of their faces. Idiots. He had found a way to make them all immortal and they lock him away. Everyone was told he was in prison - wrong.
Kozak shuddered to think back on it, wrapping himself in a tattered blanket he had scavenged from a dumpster. Yes, he had resorted to such low activities, but when one is a wanted man, he had to. It wasn't like he had any friends he could turn to. Not when he was a "freak" and "infected".
He saw his face in the news often enough to know that people were looking for him. A fugitive with a contagious disease, dangerous, insane. Probably has "rabies" or some nonsense.
Kozak ran his fingers through his dirty hair, cursing to himself. He was filthy, disgusting. He couldn't stand it. He was obsessed with being clean. He hated anyone even touching him more than once. How could he let himself fall so far?
He knew why - anything was better than what he had been subject to for five months. Torture was putting it mildly. "Why test on animals that can't answer your questions?" Right? And Kozak wasn't anyone someone would miss, of course not. He was seen as a monster, rotting in prison for experimenting on poor defenseless animals and illegal DNA testing.
Never mind that he saved most of them - that snake had been dying, right? It looked pretty happy, not even minding the side effect. But it didn't matter now. No one would listen to him. No one would help him.
Kozak scratched at the back of his head, fleas becoming more of a nuisance now than ever. He winced, feeling a sudden pull on his person. What was- Oh, no…
The scientists couldn't quite figure out the trigger to force Kozak into the dog. It seemed to happen mostly at random, or during severe mood changes. They had tried several methods to activate the transformation - to study it. Kozak had half a mind to just bite them and let them find out for themselves. But they were prepared for that, of course. Muzzle. How embarrassing.
The former scientist shook his head, finding that he also shook off the rest of his clothes. He huffed. Dog again. They really did see in black and white. He found no more reason to just hide away in the revolting alley way, the smell burning his sensitive nose. Kozak hurried out, almost tripping over paws with long, but matted fur. He hardly looked white anymore. More muddy brown.
He was starving, his nose catching the scent of a hotdog stand not too far away. Kozak formed a dog equivalent of a smirk and made his way through the crowd until he was able to jump up and snatch the food from the customer's hand.
"Hey-hey! You mangy mutt!"
"Get that dog!"
Kozak was already running for it, trying not to choke. He should have planned this a lot further. People were strangely possessive of their food. Lucky for him, however, there were more people in the street now than minutes before. Kozak knew now would be a good time to hide. The pound had probably been called already.
He made a move to slip between two unsuspecting legs until hands grabbed him and pulled him out. If Kozak's mouth wasn't filled with greasy, sloppy food, he would have bit this person.
"Aww, Perry! Look! I found a puppy!"
Oh, great, and this person was mentally challenged too.
"Idiot, don't touch that thing! It's probably diseased!"
Kozak growled at that. He had enough of being called diseased, thank you. For someone who had been living off the streets for three weeks he was pretty damn healthy as homeless people could get!
The other man, though, the one still smiling all "cutesie" at Kozak, didn't seemed phased. Kozak suddenly felt a loss in appetite and dropped the food from his mouth. "Come on, Perry, she's just a little dirty."
Wait a just a minute, Kozak barked. SHE? Oh, he did not just-
"Harry-"
All anger was forgotten when said "Harry" started scratching behind the ears. "See? She likes me," he beamed.
Kozak found this almost as humiliating as the scene in the courtroom, but he didn't want to think about that.
"That's great, moron, now stop playing with the mutt and get in the fucking car."
"But, Perry- she doesn't have a collar! The pound will take her-"
"Does it look like I give a fuck? No - don't."
Kozak watched this with strange amusement. Harry was giving Perry a look only Kozak should be able to give at this point. "Can't we take her home and get her cleaned up? M-maybe put up some fliers?" Oh, the stutter. Maybe this guy wasn't so mentally challenged after all. He had a gift. But damn it, Kozak was getting tired of being called a girl.
"I'm not letting that flea infested mud pile into my car! Forget it!"
"We have towels…" Harry pouted. "She can lay down on those in the backseat. Please? I never had a dog before-"
"Who says we'd even be keeping it?"
"She!"
"What?"
"Not an it, she. And her name is Harriet."
"…Harry, you named the dog what?"
Kozak would like to repeat that question.
"Come on! You know that when someone names a dog the bond is unbreakable! Look! She even reacted to it!"
Yeah, and "she" is ready to bite you in the ass, Kozak tried not to growl. That wouldn't help him get Perry to take the bait. So he limped over all innocently and licked Perry's hand.
Perry in reflex pulled his hand back and grimaced. "Ugh, disgusting…"
"Don't be so rude, she's just trying to be nice! And look, she's hurt!"
"Great. The pound will take care of that."
"Peeeerry!"
"Fuck! All right! Get the fucking towels and put them in the fucking back seat. But if that dog takes a shit in my car I'm throwing her out. I don't even care if I'm still driving!"
Harry gave the larger man a hug and as Kozak watched the blonde's expression change when Harry couldn't see - it was obvious this guy cared about the other. No one gave "just a friend" that kind of look, however secret.
Perry pushed Harry away, his normal, annoyed expression back on his face. "And you're sitting in the back with…uh…"
"Harriet," Harry answered for him, still smiling. He didn't seem to mind. The guy acted like a kid, so go figure.
"I mean it, though," Perry pressed while Harry and Kozak situated themselves in the backseat. "If that dog does anything wrong, she's out of here. Got it?"
"Got it, got it," Harry answered with a roll of his eyes before reaching out to pet Kozak.
Don't worry, asshole, I'll be out of here before you know it. Just going to get cleaned up, steal some food, grab some clothes... Kozak planned, tilting his head to the side when Harry went and scratched behind the ear again.
But, uh…that can wait…