For Saskia
Saskia demanded/whined for fluffy fic and this happened. No Fluffy Vampires, I'll have to work on that one but a second Mummy-Bogeyman fic, I hope it'll do?
*HUG* for Saskia
:pPp @ Dibs it's a Mummy takeover! hehe, and yes I do know November is over.
Title - The Club
Words - 818
Halloween was a younger monster’s game, the little ghouls got kicks from wandering among the mortals adding real shivers and gathering treats. Sugar highs could last the week. Older monsters stayed indoors deploring the stereotypes and pretending their protest tea parties were of a quiet civilised nature. Then there were those that tread the hallowed floors of The Club.
The Club, was not capitalized on other nights of the year, then it was actually a friendly local pub. On this one night though it became special. All Freaks Night, was the other title. All the different monsters got together then; the less popular, label-bending creatures took over. Most of them often drank there the rest of the year too, but admitting that was churlish and spoiled the excitement.
Fully dressed Nymphs gathered around for a learned book club debate. One particularly dapper looking chap was blushing at the praise of his Strawberry Scones while a voluptuous Nymph in a smart three piece suit was listing favourite Pizza toppings for their nibbles.
Any Zombies sneaking in were supplied with napkins and had to vow to uphold strict etiquette laws, including the use of cutlery and a ban on food that moved. Previous uproars over disembodied limbs had meant few dared to gatecrash this evening. Vegetarians though were always welcome.
The Seer was a regular and already tipsy. He started most conversations by predicting a naked and happy future, then asking could he join in! The barman’s aunty had sewn an eye mask for his third eye with pretty sequins and lace trim. Delicate work for a Mountain Ogre. It didn’t stop the saucy predictions though.
Shamus rather liked lurking in dark corners, it was in his genes. The Monsters here were fascinating to watch but there was no one special until He arrived. At least Shamus was pretty sure it was a he, and was completely sure that he was hot.
A Mummy. Fresh creamy bandaging was draped artistically over long shapely legs, loose trailing ribbons an added tease. They made the viewer think he or she could caught an end and the Mummy would spin gracefully unravelling cloth, revealing more smooth ebony skin.
Unlike most Mummies, or at least all the Mummies Seamus had met previously, this Mummy was not fully wrapped. His, or maybe it was a her, she was dancing and that sway had hinted feminine grace; her then. Her midriff was tantalizingly bare, Seamus wanted to lick it. Her upper bandages appeared loose, and flat so maybe it was a he?
His upper bandages formed a crop top, then stripped down his? her? Zir arms a fine contrast to the dark hue of Zir skin. The dancing was part belly dance and part disco, no part Egyptian. Seamus was mesmerized. He liked to think if those ever swaying hips hadn’t boogied right on up to his dark corner and claimed a chair at his table that he’d have made a move.
Hiromi, which he discovered was the Mummy’s name gave a delighted laugh whenever he later claimed this, assuring any audience that Hir Seamus-Sweetie would have petrified first. Seamus would just giggle before they started with the googly eyes and smooches.
‘I am Hiromi, a very Yummy Mummy. You are adorable, who are you?’
‘Seamus’
Hiromi’s face was partly concealed leaving only an impression of bright sparkling eyes and a wide narrow mouth that wanted to smile. ‘Bogeyman?’ Hiromi watched the shadows jump. ‘But so cute?’ The cute came out as a purr. Far from a reserved stately Mummy Hiromi looked in danger of leaping across the table to glomp him. Seamus didn’t think he’d mind it.
‘There’s different kinds of Bogeymen’ Seamus declared watching Hiromi grin at his shadows bunny ears. Hiromi cocked zir head to one side curious as the leaping shadows wavered between heroic knights and raging dragons, returning to a Bunny mix of fluffy ears and bouncing tails. Seamus twitched misty whiskers nervously.
‘and what kind of Bogyman are you handsome?’ Hiromi sidled closer with a predatory gleam, most monsters walked away by now looking for a scarier option.
‘I’m a Plunny Bogie’ Seamus admitted, expecting to have to explain it.
‘You terrorise writers?’ Hiromi looked impressed, managing to inch zer chair full around the table while making it look casual, smile remaining steady and oh so innocent.
‘I get sent back and fore a lot, but manage to taunt and tease people into writing many fics’
‘Nasty’ Hiromi crowed, licking zer lips ‘yet incredibly cute’ a hand snaked out to tweak a shadowy ear and for a moment loose bandage ends flittered before his face, they smelt of exotic spice.
‘I bet you know lots about things going bump in the night’
Seamus boldly slid his chair the rest of the distance bringing him in touching distance of the approving Mummy ‘Would you like me under your bed?’ he whispered.
p.s - not sure I got the zir/zer's right?
*HUG* for Saskia
:pPp @ Dibs it's a Mummy takeover! hehe, and yes I do know November is over.
Title - The Club
Words - 818
Halloween was a younger monster’s game, the little ghouls got kicks from wandering among the mortals adding real shivers and gathering treats. Sugar highs could last the week. Older monsters stayed indoors deploring the stereotypes and pretending their protest tea parties were of a quiet civilised nature. Then there were those that tread the hallowed floors of The Club.
The Club, was not capitalized on other nights of the year, then it was actually a friendly local pub. On this one night though it became special. All Freaks Night, was the other title. All the different monsters got together then; the less popular, label-bending creatures took over. Most of them often drank there the rest of the year too, but admitting that was churlish and spoiled the excitement.
Fully dressed Nymphs gathered around for a learned book club debate. One particularly dapper looking chap was blushing at the praise of his Strawberry Scones while a voluptuous Nymph in a smart three piece suit was listing favourite Pizza toppings for their nibbles.
Any Zombies sneaking in were supplied with napkins and had to vow to uphold strict etiquette laws, including the use of cutlery and a ban on food that moved. Previous uproars over disembodied limbs had meant few dared to gatecrash this evening. Vegetarians though were always welcome.
The Seer was a regular and already tipsy. He started most conversations by predicting a naked and happy future, then asking could he join in! The barman’s aunty had sewn an eye mask for his third eye with pretty sequins and lace trim. Delicate work for a Mountain Ogre. It didn’t stop the saucy predictions though.
Shamus rather liked lurking in dark corners, it was in his genes. The Monsters here were fascinating to watch but there was no one special until He arrived. At least Shamus was pretty sure it was a he, and was completely sure that he was hot.
A Mummy. Fresh creamy bandaging was draped artistically over long shapely legs, loose trailing ribbons an added tease. They made the viewer think he or she could caught an end and the Mummy would spin gracefully unravelling cloth, revealing more smooth ebony skin.
Unlike most Mummies, or at least all the Mummies Seamus had met previously, this Mummy was not fully wrapped. His, or maybe it was a her, she was dancing and that sway had hinted feminine grace; her then. Her midriff was tantalizingly bare, Seamus wanted to lick it. Her upper bandages appeared loose, and flat so maybe it was a he?
His upper bandages formed a crop top, then stripped down his? her? Zir arms a fine contrast to the dark hue of Zir skin. The dancing was part belly dance and part disco, no part Egyptian. Seamus was mesmerized. He liked to think if those ever swaying hips hadn’t boogied right on up to his dark corner and claimed a chair at his table that he’d have made a move.
Hiromi, which he discovered was the Mummy’s name gave a delighted laugh whenever he later claimed this, assuring any audience that Hir Seamus-Sweetie would have petrified first. Seamus would just giggle before they started with the googly eyes and smooches.
‘I am Hiromi, a very Yummy Mummy. You are adorable, who are you?’
‘Seamus’
Hiromi’s face was partly concealed leaving only an impression of bright sparkling eyes and a wide narrow mouth that wanted to smile. ‘Bogeyman?’ Hiromi watched the shadows jump. ‘But so cute?’ The cute came out as a purr. Far from a reserved stately Mummy Hiromi looked in danger of leaping across the table to glomp him. Seamus didn’t think he’d mind it.
‘There’s different kinds of Bogeymen’ Seamus declared watching Hiromi grin at his shadows bunny ears. Hiromi cocked zir head to one side curious as the leaping shadows wavered between heroic knights and raging dragons, returning to a Bunny mix of fluffy ears and bouncing tails. Seamus twitched misty whiskers nervously.
‘and what kind of Bogyman are you handsome?’ Hiromi sidled closer with a predatory gleam, most monsters walked away by now looking for a scarier option.
‘I’m a Plunny Bogie’ Seamus admitted, expecting to have to explain it.
‘You terrorise writers?’ Hiromi looked impressed, managing to inch zer chair full around the table while making it look casual, smile remaining steady and oh so innocent.
‘I get sent back and fore a lot, but manage to taunt and tease people into writing many fics’
‘Nasty’ Hiromi crowed, licking zer lips ‘yet incredibly cute’ a hand snaked out to tweak a shadowy ear and for a moment loose bandage ends flittered before his face, they smelt of exotic spice.
‘I bet you know lots about things going bump in the night’
Seamus boldly slid his chair the rest of the distance bringing him in touching distance of the approving Mummy ‘Would you like me under your bed?’ he whispered.
p.s - not sure I got the zir/zer's right?