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Pink or Blue
0 ReviewsIn which someone unexpected is suddenly expecting from a truly unexpected source.
Disclaimer: I own not. Square does.
Warnings: Crack and more crack. I make no apologies for this.
Notes: Meme of the most cracktastic kind. "What would happen if 12 got 8 pregnant?" The answer: I would die of laughter much like Freya. The two crossover guests here are Squall and Rinoa from FF8.
Pink or Blue?
by Fairady
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The rat was begging to be hurt.
Freya was nothing more than a red ball of cloth and snickers in the corner. Amarant shot a glare her way from over his-- Hell, he didn't know what drink number he was on anymore. Whatever the number, it wasn't high enough for him to deal with this shit yet.
Amarant downed the mug and shoved it back across the counter to be filled. While that was being done he took the opportunity to properly glare at the rat.
Freya wheezed, one hand smacking the ground as tiny beads of tears rolled down her face.
"Bitch!" Amarant turned at the clink and chugged the mug. Pure fire blazed a line straight from his throat to his stomach. He coughed once before shoving the mug back to the bewildered bartender. "More o' that. Hell, gimme the whole damn bottle!"
"I'm so incredibly sorry!" The dark haired girl said. Again. She was averaging an apology for every mug Amarant managed to down. "I didn't mean to-"
"Shut up!" Amarant reached across the bar and took the bottle from the barkeep. The man wisely said nothing after one fierce glare from Amarant. He brought the bottle up and managed to suck down a quarter of it before having to stop and cough the fire from his lungs. Whatever it was, it was seriously good shit.
"If I knew the spell was going to-"
"Shut up!" Amarant whirled on the witchy girl who quailed before him. She really was sorry, and was beating herself up good for what she'd done. Doing a much better job than Amarant could anyway. That's why he wasn't killing her. It wasn't that she looked too much like Dagger. Nope, not at all. "Just, don't talk."
The girl nodded wildly, making a big commotion as she waved the barkeep back. Trying her best to indicate, without speaking, that the bottle Amarant had taken should be put on her tab too. Just like every other drink he'd downed so far. Maybe he shouldn't've told her to keep her yap shut. She was more annoying now.
"...." Amarant was going to take back his last words when a hollow thunk drew his attention past the girl. Her boy still looked like he was in pain. Head planted firmly on the counter and both hands gripping it tightly. As he watched the guy turned one agonized gaze towards the girl. "You got him pregnant!?"
The girl froze, hands fluttering over another bottle she was attempting to pay for. The bartender's eyes went wide. A fresh bought of laughter erupted from Freya in the corner. Amarant felt his temper boil over --again-- and carefully put the bottle down.
The little witch was safe from Amarant, but the leather-clad boy who followed her most certainly wasn't. It was with a sense of extreme relief that Amarant reached over the girl and punched the boy.
Freya laughed and laughed and laughed.
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Warnings: Crack and more crack. I make no apologies for this.
Notes: Meme of the most cracktastic kind. "What would happen if 12 got 8 pregnant?" The answer: I would die of laughter much like Freya. The two crossover guests here are Squall and Rinoa from FF8.
Pink or Blue?
by Fairady
~
The rat was begging to be hurt.
Freya was nothing more than a red ball of cloth and snickers in the corner. Amarant shot a glare her way from over his-- Hell, he didn't know what drink number he was on anymore. Whatever the number, it wasn't high enough for him to deal with this shit yet.
Amarant downed the mug and shoved it back across the counter to be filled. While that was being done he took the opportunity to properly glare at the rat.
Freya wheezed, one hand smacking the ground as tiny beads of tears rolled down her face.
"Bitch!" Amarant turned at the clink and chugged the mug. Pure fire blazed a line straight from his throat to his stomach. He coughed once before shoving the mug back to the bewildered bartender. "More o' that. Hell, gimme the whole damn bottle!"
"I'm so incredibly sorry!" The dark haired girl said. Again. She was averaging an apology for every mug Amarant managed to down. "I didn't mean to-"
"Shut up!" Amarant reached across the bar and took the bottle from the barkeep. The man wisely said nothing after one fierce glare from Amarant. He brought the bottle up and managed to suck down a quarter of it before having to stop and cough the fire from his lungs. Whatever it was, it was seriously good shit.
"If I knew the spell was going to-"
"Shut up!" Amarant whirled on the witchy girl who quailed before him. She really was sorry, and was beating herself up good for what she'd done. Doing a much better job than Amarant could anyway. That's why he wasn't killing her. It wasn't that she looked too much like Dagger. Nope, not at all. "Just, don't talk."
The girl nodded wildly, making a big commotion as she waved the barkeep back. Trying her best to indicate, without speaking, that the bottle Amarant had taken should be put on her tab too. Just like every other drink he'd downed so far. Maybe he shouldn't've told her to keep her yap shut. She was more annoying now.
"...." Amarant was going to take back his last words when a hollow thunk drew his attention past the girl. Her boy still looked like he was in pain. Head planted firmly on the counter and both hands gripping it tightly. As he watched the guy turned one agonized gaze towards the girl. "You got him pregnant!?"
The girl froze, hands fluttering over another bottle she was attempting to pay for. The bartender's eyes went wide. A fresh bought of laughter erupted from Freya in the corner. Amarant felt his temper boil over --again-- and carefully put the bottle down.
The little witch was safe from Amarant, but the leather-clad boy who followed her most certainly wasn't. It was with a sense of extreme relief that Amarant reached over the girl and punched the boy.
Freya laughed and laughed and laughed.
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