Compromise

Compromise

Okay, soooo… a lot happens in this one since I threw a few smaller fics in with it lmao… to sum it up as best I can (not necessarily in the following order), Flug gets BH to try sleeping (i blame @emily-emile for that), we learn more about that ‘summoner’ bullshit BH talked about forever ago,  //coughs awkwardly// there's some bad smut, your usual dose of angst and murder, Dem and 5.0.5. ’learn some things’, and Flug’s school days are talked about. Fun! //shot//

is there such thing as writing too much

if there is, i’m a prime example

NOW EXCUSE ME WHILE I JUST GO NOT WRITE SMUT EVER AGAIN (ORFORLIKE5FICSASDGHFJKHGF)

OH, ALSO, I HAD AN IDEA – SEX BITS WILL NOW BEGIN AND END WITH A ~ ~ ~ RATHER THAN THE USUAL ————- JUST SO YALL KNOW

Credit for the Souleater Flug AU goes to the lovely @paperhatcollection!

Previous works in chronological order: Hired, Don’t Try to Run, Lovestarved, Trial & Trust, Deeper Than Skin, A Small Solace, In Sickness and in Health, Benefit of the Doubt, Just Another Word I Never Learned to Pronounce, Merry (Late) Christmas

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“Did somebody beat you up? Who was it? Why didn’t you kill 'em? I'll kill 'em if you don’t!”

The prank she had planned long forgotten, Demencia had basically been interrogating Flug since she had spotted the bruises on his arms. 

“D-Demencia, I said it’s f-fine!” Flug insisted, scrambling to get his lab coat back on and cursing himself for taking it off in the first place. Granted, he hadn’t exactly expected her to suddenly drop down from the ceiling, but of course she would pick today of all days to be hiding in his room to start some sort of mischief. He would have preferred dealing with one of her crazy jokes than get stuck in this conversation… “It’s nothing serious! Don't worry about it!”

Skeptical eyes narrowing as the lizard hybrid leaned closer, Demencia rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “That right? What happened, then?”

“…. Uhh….” Flug’s gaze darted around the room as he tried to come up with an excuse, “Ahh… hm, well… you see, I waaasss…. walking….”

“….. Uh-huh.”

“Aaand…. I, uh… tripped?”

“You…. tripped.” Demencia’s eyes only squinted more. 

What a weak-ass excuse. For a genius, Flug sure couldn’t get himself to come up with something more believable. Under Demencia’s prying stare, he only got increasingly more nervous, staying quiet as she considered his words. Lightning strike him dead if he were to keep talking and screw himself over even more. Oh he has so messed up–

“Well, next time don’t be such a klutz!” Demencia said finally, giving her coworker a teasing prod to the ribs. “You think you’d know how to walk normal by now!”

Oh thank fucking god. Somebody should give this guy a medal for his achievement not to wheeze in relief in the face of Demencia not looking any further into it. “Ahahahahahaha, yeah, w-will do…" 

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