[Fanfic] Monster Mash 7
Title: Monster Mash 7
Characters: Francis, Arthur, Alfred, Ludwig and Feliciano
Rating: 12
Warnings: Lighter chapter. Won't last though.
Summary: Originally inspired by this. (Link to pic for those who don't have Pixiv here.) Due to popular demand, what was a oneshot has now spawned a fic.
November turned from warm to chilly somewhere about the 18th, and Francis started to find it hard to get out of bed.
“Well it’s common sense isn’t it.” said Arthur, giving him a look like he was some kind of simpleton. Or Alfred. “You have no body temperature apart from that of the room you’re in. My house isn’t well heated, if at all, so you’re freezing up.”
“I’m what?!” cried Francis incredulously, self-consciously flexing his fingers. “You must be joking Sourciles, this hasn’t happened to me the last two winters I was possessing this body!”
“It might be starting to reject you, then.” the vampire brushed him off, folding his arms. “And the sooner it does the sooner you can get the heck out of my house.” He wrinkled his nose distatefully. “And take the wolves with you, while you’re at it.”
Francis saw an opportunity to make a jab back at the shorter blonde, and took it. “Oh, but mon cher, Alfred does so like his new pet! I saw him playing fetch with Feliciano the other night.”
Arthur’s face predictably twisted into a snarl. Score one for Francis. “I don’t want him hanging around with those mutts. They’re a bad influence.”
“In what way?” laughed Francis, finally swinging his legs out of bed after he’d persuaded each muscle to move properly. “Alfred’s a big boy, he can look after himself. Last thing he needs is you mother hening all over him.”
“I’m not trying to be his sodding mother!” Green eyes rolled. “As much as I am loathe to listen to werewolves, that Ludwig had a point. If Alfred’s name is becoming infamous over here, he has to lay low.”
“I’m surprised the police are taking so long to find him, actually.” Slowly, the semi-ghost got to his feet, a little unsteady. He felt like an old man, despite never actually being one. “With his kill count so high and the sudden jump in missing persons here, surely they’d notice.”
“My house is hidden, they won’t find him here.” Arthur said quietly, but he was frowning deeply. “It’s not the police I’m worried about...”
Francis’ eyebrows climbed high. “You think the Hunters would mistake him for a supernatural creature and track him down to kill him?”
“No.” He shook his head, eyes going to the window where the crisp night air left white frost on the window panes. “I think they might try and recruit him.”
That was definitely not what Francis was expecting. “What? Why would they... how low have their standards slipped?”
“My sources tell me they’re picking up anyone these days. Anyone with a drive and the ability to kill something human-shaped without breaking down.” He snorted. “An ability Alfred has in spades. It’s not like back in the crusades and the old days, when people would volunteer out of religious duty. The Hunters have gone so deep underground you can’t find them. That’s fine by them, though. Because they can still find you.”
A chill raced down Francis’ spine at the very thought.
"And they will find him," Arthur continued, nearly growling. "If he keeps carelessly wandering about in the open like he does! He just drives off into town like he's he world's most implacable man! Somebody needs to nail him to the floor, or I swear--"
The door to Francis' room burst open, revealing a grinning Alfred, covered from head to toe in mud, with massive tears in his clothes. They were the new ones that he'd bought with Francis on that shopping trip. He silently mourned their loss. "Guys, guys, you have to see what I taught Feli to do! Oh man werewolves are the coolest pets ever I swear."
Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose as though to try and keep himself calm. "Alfred. For the last time, werewolves are not pets." He gritted out. "And you better not have tracked mud all the way through the house."
The teen pouted. "Are too pets. Feli is anyway. Ludwig has a stick up his ass and won't transform or anything." He brightened suddenly. "Hey hey, did you know in the day they look totally like normal humans? Their ears and tails only come out when the sun sets, isn't that awesome? They had to borrow some of my clothes though since ew, naked people."
"Though they call America the nation of excess, you are certainly quite prudish, Alfred." Francis chuckled. Alfred stuck his tongue out at him, then accidentally tasted mud and grimaced.
“Anyway, come and see what I taught Feli to do!” He insisted, grabbing Arthur by the hand and pulling him out the door. The vampire protested about the mud, but as usual was ignored completely. Francis got up at his own pace, carefully stepping around the copious amounts of dirt Alfred had indeed tracked all the way through the house. The sun had only just set, and Francis was starting to get used to being nocturnal. He was thankful that Arthur had quite taken to having lights on in the house for the sake of those who were not so equipped with night vision as vampires were. Or maybe it was Alfred who had gone around the house turning on every single light.
He instinctual ducked as a bat soared over his head, through an open window in the hallway. It squeaked a fluttered about the room, seeming to be looking for something.
“Bonsoir.” he greeted it, recognising that with how big it was, it was likely a vampire bat. “Are you looking for Arthur? He’s outside.”
The bat chirped something back at him, and went to fly to the window. There was something attached to it’s back. A letter? No, it was bigger than that. Francis went out of the front door, following it round to where it soared over to where Arthur and Alfred were standing with Ludwig, who was now fully clothed (to Francis’ disappointment) and Feliciano, who was in wolf form.
“Okay Feli, here comes Francis, do the trick again- hey, what’s that?” Alfred peered at the bat that was coming towards them, then jumped back in surprise. “Gah! Bat! Arthur, did you leave your door open?”
The very unimpressed looking vampire turned to look up at the flying animal, holding out his arm for it to land on. “This one isn’t mine.” he said simply, taking the paper from it’s back. “It’s just a messenger.”
“What is that?” Francis asked, nodding his head towards the paper in Arthur’s hands as the bat took off again, disappearing into the night. The vampire unfolded it, first once, then twice, unfolding it more and more until it was the size of a broadsheet newspaper. It was an impossible sight, such a small square of paper unfolding into a regular sized newspaper.
“It’s my subscription, what do you think?” the vampire grumbled back, flicking it once and somehow making all the creases disappear.
“What, to the Daily Prophet?” Alfred joked.
Green eyes gave him an incredulous look. “You think I’d subscribe to that useless rag of a paper? Nothing more than glorified toilet paper, that.” He said snootily. Alfred was struck silent. Thank god. “No, this is the Evening Pulse.”
“Vampires have a newspaper?” Ludwig said, raising his eyebrows like he didn’t believe they could be so civilised.
“Since 1657, yes.” Arthur replied coldly. He folded the newspaper (only once) and put it under his arm, turning away from the muddy spectacle that was Feliciano and Alfred. “I’ll be taking this inside. Neither of you two are allowed back inside until you’ve got all that mud off you.”
Francis chose not to mention that Arthur was essentially allowing the wolves to come inside in the first place. Instead he just followed the vampire back inside the house and out of the cold. “Anything interesting in there?” he asked casually.
Arthur scanned the front page. “Dracula to host Winter Solstice ball.” he read from the headline, sounding bored. “As though he doesn’t every other year.”
“Dracula exists?” Alfred asked, pausing as he received a glare from Arthur. Removing the foot he had just placed over the threshold of the door, he took his muddy boots off before walking in.
“Of course he exists, Alfred, don’t be daft. He may be a mere count to you humans, but to my kind he’s the King of Vampires.” He entered the library and sat down on his favourite chair. “Not to be taken lightly. Now go get clean or else.”
“Geez, okay, grouchy...” the teen grumbled, slouching off with an equally mucky Feliciano following on his heels. Ludwig, last through the door, shook his head exasperatedly.
“No need to get snappy with him Arthur, he was only asking.” Francis said, now feeling the glare on him instead. “Humans can’t tell the difference between what’s real and what’s myth. Poor boy must be confused as to where the line between reality and fiction lies.”
The vampire simply stuck his nose up in the air and opened up the paper. Francis sighed and shook his head, turning to Ludwig. “Want some dinner?” he offered.
The werewolf seemed a little surprised. “... if it’s not too much of a bother.”
“Nonsense chérie, I’ve somehow turned into this house’s cook anyway.” Francis winked, walking past the taller man with an airy chuckle. “Any preferences? Alfred will likely eat anything set in front of him so it’s really up to you.”
“Pasta!!” Came a sudden cry. A very naked, very wet Feliciano came bounding through the hallway, eventually jumping on Ludwig with such force that the two of them fell over in a pile on the floor. Bemused, Francis watched as the taller blonde shouted a long stream of something very angry sounding in German, which he eventually realised his partner would not understand, and thus switched to English.
“Get off!” he finally managed to push the smaller but much more clingy werewolf off him. Feliciano, undeterred, grinned happily and bounced on the spot.
“Pasta pasta pasta, Alpha, please can we have pasta?” he begged pawing at the other’s leg.
Ludwig was avoiding eye contact steadfastly. “No. We’re not having it again. We always have pasta.”
Feliciano let out a whine so pathetic you’d think someone had just kicked him in the ribs. “Alpha...” he tried to get into Ludwig’s line of sight.
“No. Nien.” He screwed his eyes shut.
“Per favore?”
“No!”
“... Bitte?”
Ludwig opened one blue eye, and that proved to be his downfall. After all, Francis was certainly finding it hard not to pet the boy when he had such big watery brown eyes.
“... oh fine, just stop giving me that look.” Ludwig half grumbled, half sighed. He found himself with armfuls of Italian almost immediately. Francis enjoyed the nice eyeful he got, complete with wagging tail.
“Thank you, Alpha!”
He turned a brilliantly bright red. “Alright alright, just go put some clothes on!”
“Okay! Grazie!” an unexpected kiss landed on Ludwig’s cheek, and Feliciano raced back upstairs towards the bathroom, where Alfred’s head could be seen poking out, watching this scene.
“...” He opened his mouth, then closed it, and then finally decided how to comment on this. “Gaaaaaaaaaay.”
“C’est l’amour, mon cher.” Francis chuckled, helping pull a stunned and intensely blushing Ludwig to his feet. “I think I better comment would be to call it “puppy love” or something like that.”
Alfred snapped his fingers. “Damn, I missed an awesome pun.” He seemed genuinely put out, but soon brightened. “If we’re having pasta for dinner, make it spaghetti and meatballs!”
“Yes yes, I am a servant to the world.” Francis rolled his eyes. “Going to help me Ludwig?”
The blonde seemed to be a bit beyond speech at the moment, and mutely shook his head, putting a hand to the cheek where Feliciano had kissed him.
“Oh oh, I got one!” Alfred said excitedly, pulling on some jeans while hopping down the stairs. “You two are so gay together you can make a double rainbow. All the way. Bam! Haha I’m a genius.”
Ludwig quietly wandered off in a daze, either not getting Alfred’s joke (Francis couldn’t admit to seeing why it was so funny either) or not hearing it at all. Francis resigned himself to cooking alone for the evening.
Monster Mash 8
Note:
- My laptop broke, sob. ;n; it's in the repair shop getting fixed now. I'm posting from my sister's computer.
- If this chapter seems boring that's because it is. Calm before the storm, my dears. <3
Characters: Francis, Arthur, Alfred, Ludwig and Feliciano
Rating: 12
Warnings: Lighter chapter. Won't last though.
Summary: Originally inspired by this. (Link to pic for those who don't have Pixiv here.) Due to popular demand, what was a oneshot has now spawned a fic.
November turned from warm to chilly somewhere about the 18th, and Francis started to find it hard to get out of bed.
“Well it’s common sense isn’t it.” said Arthur, giving him a look like he was some kind of simpleton. Or Alfred. “You have no body temperature apart from that of the room you’re in. My house isn’t well heated, if at all, so you’re freezing up.”
“I’m what?!” cried Francis incredulously, self-consciously flexing his fingers. “You must be joking Sourciles, this hasn’t happened to me the last two winters I was possessing this body!”
“It might be starting to reject you, then.” the vampire brushed him off, folding his arms. “And the sooner it does the sooner you can get the heck out of my house.” He wrinkled his nose distatefully. “And take the wolves with you, while you’re at it.”
Francis saw an opportunity to make a jab back at the shorter blonde, and took it. “Oh, but mon cher, Alfred does so like his new pet! I saw him playing fetch with Feliciano the other night.”
Arthur’s face predictably twisted into a snarl. Score one for Francis. “I don’t want him hanging around with those mutts. They’re a bad influence.”
“In what way?” laughed Francis, finally swinging his legs out of bed after he’d persuaded each muscle to move properly. “Alfred’s a big boy, he can look after himself. Last thing he needs is you mother hening all over him.”
“I’m not trying to be his sodding mother!” Green eyes rolled. “As much as I am loathe to listen to werewolves, that Ludwig had a point. If Alfred’s name is becoming infamous over here, he has to lay low.”
“I’m surprised the police are taking so long to find him, actually.” Slowly, the semi-ghost got to his feet, a little unsteady. He felt like an old man, despite never actually being one. “With his kill count so high and the sudden jump in missing persons here, surely they’d notice.”
“My house is hidden, they won’t find him here.” Arthur said quietly, but he was frowning deeply. “It’s not the police I’m worried about...”
Francis’ eyebrows climbed high. “You think the Hunters would mistake him for a supernatural creature and track him down to kill him?”
“No.” He shook his head, eyes going to the window where the crisp night air left white frost on the window panes. “I think they might try and recruit him.”
That was definitely not what Francis was expecting. “What? Why would they... how low have their standards slipped?”
“My sources tell me they’re picking up anyone these days. Anyone with a drive and the ability to kill something human-shaped without breaking down.” He snorted. “An ability Alfred has in spades. It’s not like back in the crusades and the old days, when people would volunteer out of religious duty. The Hunters have gone so deep underground you can’t find them. That’s fine by them, though. Because they can still find you.”
A chill raced down Francis’ spine at the very thought.
"And they will find him," Arthur continued, nearly growling. "If he keeps carelessly wandering about in the open like he does! He just drives off into town like he's he world's most implacable man! Somebody needs to nail him to the floor, or I swear--"
The door to Francis' room burst open, revealing a grinning Alfred, covered from head to toe in mud, with massive tears in his clothes. They were the new ones that he'd bought with Francis on that shopping trip. He silently mourned their loss. "Guys, guys, you have to see what I taught Feli to do! Oh man werewolves are the coolest pets ever I swear."
Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose as though to try and keep himself calm. "Alfred. For the last time, werewolves are not pets." He gritted out. "And you better not have tracked mud all the way through the house."
The teen pouted. "Are too pets. Feli is anyway. Ludwig has a stick up his ass and won't transform or anything." He brightened suddenly. "Hey hey, did you know in the day they look totally like normal humans? Their ears and tails only come out when the sun sets, isn't that awesome? They had to borrow some of my clothes though since ew, naked people."
"Though they call America the nation of excess, you are certainly quite prudish, Alfred." Francis chuckled. Alfred stuck his tongue out at him, then accidentally tasted mud and grimaced.
“Anyway, come and see what I taught Feli to do!” He insisted, grabbing Arthur by the hand and pulling him out the door. The vampire protested about the mud, but as usual was ignored completely. Francis got up at his own pace, carefully stepping around the copious amounts of dirt Alfred had indeed tracked all the way through the house. The sun had only just set, and Francis was starting to get used to being nocturnal. He was thankful that Arthur had quite taken to having lights on in the house for the sake of those who were not so equipped with night vision as vampires were. Or maybe it was Alfred who had gone around the house turning on every single light.
He instinctual ducked as a bat soared over his head, through an open window in the hallway. It squeaked a fluttered about the room, seeming to be looking for something.
“Bonsoir.” he greeted it, recognising that with how big it was, it was likely a vampire bat. “Are you looking for Arthur? He’s outside.”
The bat chirped something back at him, and went to fly to the window. There was something attached to it’s back. A letter? No, it was bigger than that. Francis went out of the front door, following it round to where it soared over to where Arthur and Alfred were standing with Ludwig, who was now fully clothed (to Francis’ disappointment) and Feliciano, who was in wolf form.
“Okay Feli, here comes Francis, do the trick again- hey, what’s that?” Alfred peered at the bat that was coming towards them, then jumped back in surprise. “Gah! Bat! Arthur, did you leave your door open?”
The very unimpressed looking vampire turned to look up at the flying animal, holding out his arm for it to land on. “This one isn’t mine.” he said simply, taking the paper from it’s back. “It’s just a messenger.”
“What is that?” Francis asked, nodding his head towards the paper in Arthur’s hands as the bat took off again, disappearing into the night. The vampire unfolded it, first once, then twice, unfolding it more and more until it was the size of a broadsheet newspaper. It was an impossible sight, such a small square of paper unfolding into a regular sized newspaper.
“It’s my subscription, what do you think?” the vampire grumbled back, flicking it once and somehow making all the creases disappear.
“What, to the Daily Prophet?” Alfred joked.
Green eyes gave him an incredulous look. “You think I’d subscribe to that useless rag of a paper? Nothing more than glorified toilet paper, that.” He said snootily. Alfred was struck silent. Thank god. “No, this is the Evening Pulse.”
“Vampires have a newspaper?” Ludwig said, raising his eyebrows like he didn’t believe they could be so civilised.
“Since 1657, yes.” Arthur replied coldly. He folded the newspaper (only once) and put it under his arm, turning away from the muddy spectacle that was Feliciano and Alfred. “I’ll be taking this inside. Neither of you two are allowed back inside until you’ve got all that mud off you.”
Francis chose not to mention that Arthur was essentially allowing the wolves to come inside in the first place. Instead he just followed the vampire back inside the house and out of the cold. “Anything interesting in there?” he asked casually.
Arthur scanned the front page. “Dracula to host Winter Solstice ball.” he read from the headline, sounding bored. “As though he doesn’t every other year.”
“Dracula exists?” Alfred asked, pausing as he received a glare from Arthur. Removing the foot he had just placed over the threshold of the door, he took his muddy boots off before walking in.
“Of course he exists, Alfred, don’t be daft. He may be a mere count to you humans, but to my kind he’s the King of Vampires.” He entered the library and sat down on his favourite chair. “Not to be taken lightly. Now go get clean or else.”
“Geez, okay, grouchy...” the teen grumbled, slouching off with an equally mucky Feliciano following on his heels. Ludwig, last through the door, shook his head exasperatedly.
“No need to get snappy with him Arthur, he was only asking.” Francis said, now feeling the glare on him instead. “Humans can’t tell the difference between what’s real and what’s myth. Poor boy must be confused as to where the line between reality and fiction lies.”
The vampire simply stuck his nose up in the air and opened up the paper. Francis sighed and shook his head, turning to Ludwig. “Want some dinner?” he offered.
The werewolf seemed a little surprised. “... if it’s not too much of a bother.”
“Nonsense chérie, I’ve somehow turned into this house’s cook anyway.” Francis winked, walking past the taller man with an airy chuckle. “Any preferences? Alfred will likely eat anything set in front of him so it’s really up to you.”
“Pasta!!” Came a sudden cry. A very naked, very wet Feliciano came bounding through the hallway, eventually jumping on Ludwig with such force that the two of them fell over in a pile on the floor. Bemused, Francis watched as the taller blonde shouted a long stream of something very angry sounding in German, which he eventually realised his partner would not understand, and thus switched to English.
“Get off!” he finally managed to push the smaller but much more clingy werewolf off him. Feliciano, undeterred, grinned happily and bounced on the spot.
“Pasta pasta pasta, Alpha, please can we have pasta?” he begged pawing at the other’s leg.
Ludwig was avoiding eye contact steadfastly. “No. We’re not having it again. We always have pasta.”
Feliciano let out a whine so pathetic you’d think someone had just kicked him in the ribs. “Alpha...” he tried to get into Ludwig’s line of sight.
“No. Nien.” He screwed his eyes shut.
“Per favore?”
“No!”
“... Bitte?”
Ludwig opened one blue eye, and that proved to be his downfall. After all, Francis was certainly finding it hard not to pet the boy when he had such big watery brown eyes.
“... oh fine, just stop giving me that look.” Ludwig half grumbled, half sighed. He found himself with armfuls of Italian almost immediately. Francis enjoyed the nice eyeful he got, complete with wagging tail.
“Thank you, Alpha!”
He turned a brilliantly bright red. “Alright alright, just go put some clothes on!”
“Okay! Grazie!” an unexpected kiss landed on Ludwig’s cheek, and Feliciano raced back upstairs towards the bathroom, where Alfred’s head could be seen poking out, watching this scene.
“...” He opened his mouth, then closed it, and then finally decided how to comment on this. “Gaaaaaaaaaay.”
“C’est l’amour, mon cher.” Francis chuckled, helping pull a stunned and intensely blushing Ludwig to his feet. “I think I better comment would be to call it “puppy love” or something like that.”
Alfred snapped his fingers. “Damn, I missed an awesome pun.” He seemed genuinely put out, but soon brightened. “If we’re having pasta for dinner, make it spaghetti and meatballs!”
“Yes yes, I am a servant to the world.” Francis rolled his eyes. “Going to help me Ludwig?”
The blonde seemed to be a bit beyond speech at the moment, and mutely shook his head, putting a hand to the cheek where Feliciano had kissed him.
“Oh oh, I got one!” Alfred said excitedly, pulling on some jeans while hopping down the stairs. “You two are so gay together you can make a double rainbow. All the way. Bam! Haha I’m a genius.”
Ludwig quietly wandered off in a daze, either not getting Alfred’s joke (Francis couldn’t admit to seeing why it was so funny either) or not hearing it at all. Francis resigned himself to cooking alone for the evening.
Monster Mash 8
Note:
- My laptop broke, sob. ;n; it's in the repair shop getting fixed now. I'm posting from my sister's computer.
- If this chapter seems boring that's because it is. Calm before the storm, my dears. <3