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Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Red hoods were a symbol in the Union. M-21 just didn't know what for. It doesn't matter - what does matter is that some bastard in a forest decided to bite him and M-21 doesn't like how it's affecting him.
Notes: Little Red Riding Hood au
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Total word count: 247
Status: Work in progress
“What the fuck did you do?” M-21 demanded, pressing a hand to the wound -the bite- as blood seeped through his fingers. It trickled down, warm and thick, dripping onto the ground.
The fucking asshole just smirked, licking at the trail of blood going down his chin. “Bit you,” he said, and that was the most fucking obvious thing in the world. “You’ve got spirit; I’ll be looking forward to seeing if you pull through.”
Pull through what M-21 would have demanded, but his vision wavered, brightening at the edges, and shit shit shit! Were his fangs poisoned?
It wasn’t something the scientists had given him before, and M-21 fought to stay on his feet, gritting his teeth as his body flushed hot and cold. He’d gone through worse and there was no fucking way he was going to let that bastard see him drop.
“I’ll pull through,” M-21 snarled, glaring at him. “And then I’m shoving my fist through your face.”
He got a grin as a reply and a sharp wave. “I look forward to it.”
And then he was gone.
M-21 panted, twisting around as he strained his ears for anything out of place, but all he could hear was the wind brushing through the trees.
He stood there for one minute, two, then he sagged against the closest tree, not daring to close his eyes. Not that it mattered, not when his entire vision was almost all white.
What the fuck just happened?
Inspired by this art.
Summary: Red hoods were a symbol in the Union. M-21 just didn't know what for. It doesn't matter - what does matter is that some bastard in a forest decided to bite him and M-21 doesn't like how it's affecting him.
Notes: Little Red Riding Hood au
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Total word count: 247
Status: Work in progress
“What the fuck did you do?” M-21 demanded, pressing a hand to the wound -the bite- as blood seeped through his fingers. It trickled down, warm and thick, dripping onto the ground.
The fucking asshole just smirked, licking at the trail of blood going down his chin. “Bit you,” he said, and that was the most fucking obvious thing in the world. “You’ve got spirit; I’ll be looking forward to seeing if you pull through.”
Pull through what M-21 would have demanded, but his vision wavered, brightening at the edges, and shit shit shit! Were his fangs poisoned?
It wasn’t something the scientists had given him before, and M-21 fought to stay on his feet, gritting his teeth as his body flushed hot and cold. He’d gone through worse and there was no fucking way he was going to let that bastard see him drop.
“I’ll pull through,” M-21 snarled, glaring at him. “And then I’m shoving my fist through your face.”
He got a grin as a reply and a sharp wave. “I look forward to it.”
And then he was gone.
M-21 panted, twisting around as he strained his ears for anything out of place, but all he could hear was the wind brushing through the trees.
He stood there for one minute, two, then he sagged against the closest tree, not daring to close his eyes. Not that it mattered, not when his entire vision was almost all white.
What the fuck just happened?
Inspired by this art.