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AU And Character Information. - Tracing Paper, A Quirkless Lesbian KiriBaku Fanfiction.

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Kirishima Eijirou was just your average twenty two year old woman..or, at least, that's what you'd think this description would start with.

The truth was, Kirishima Eijirou was not your average, everyday woman. With at least eighteen million people watching her on each of her social medias, a guitar propped up against her bedroom wall, a piano in the corner of her room, a rather muscly form, and an excitable, kind, honest, but intense personality to boot, she was definitely not your everyday girl.

One day, Kirishima meets another woman named Bakugou Katsuki, and is drawn to her adorable, feisty little artist self. It's this attraction that will change her whole life.

(TodoDeku is a side ship in this story.)

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Hello there!

I've noticed that there isn't that much lesbian KiriBaku related content(Especially on Wattpad, there isn't even that much KiriBaku on there in general), and, as a lesbian myself, I'd like to present this story to you, if you'd like to read it.

This story is set in a quirkless AU, but not everyone is quirkless. Heroes and villains still exist in this universe, and most of the world's population have quirks. This quirkless AU only really affects Bakugou and Kirishima.

So, in short, they are the only ones that I have taken quirks from.

Everyone from U.A. is either twenty one or twenty two in this story.

Kirishima and Bakugou are only linked to what would've been class 1-A because of their friends, Todoroki and Midoriya.

Class 1-A was basically still the same when they were together in school, apart from the fact that Bakugou and Kirishima weren't there.

Bakugou and Kirishima are, of course, genderbent, along with Midoriya and Todoroki.

Why these other two characters specifically?

Because TodoDeku is going to be a side ship in this story.

Very sorry if you don't like the ship, but it's only a side ship, so please do remember that.

You can choose to skim over TodoDeku moments if you wish.

I must ask of you, though, to not hate on any of the ships in this story. If you do, I will delete your comment(s)/reply(s). So, basically, there's no point anyway.

There is a possibility that there will be scenes of a sexual nature in this story, along with violent ones.

You can always choose to skip past these scenes if you are uncomfortable with those kinds of things.

In this story, Bakugou is an artist, who does commissions and posts her art online. She's rather unknown, but appreciates all the compliments and love she gets for her art, albeit secretively.

Kirishima, on the other hand, is a musician, whom plays both the guitar and the piano. She's rather well known, with at least eighteen million followers/watchers/subscribers on all of her social media. She appreciates the love and compliments she gets, too, openly.

Kirishima is twenty two, and Bakugou is twenty two as well.

Kirishima has tattoos, and longer hair than usual. It's often put up into a ponytail, or a bun.

Bakugou has slightly longer hair than usual, some rather big parts of her hair in her face. She also has glasses.

They both often dress casually, but Kirishima sometimes wears dresses, and/or heels, and enjoys that too.

The temporary cover on Wattpad is of Bakugou(Which isn't my best work, by the way), but I'll draw them both at some point.

I hope you enjoy reading this story! I might add some more information in the future, so please do look out for that.

Bye!<3

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Judgement Day - A KiriBaku Oneshot (Essay)

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Sorry I took so long to post this! I had to send it to my personal email from school.

This was an essay I wrote about a week ago for school, the prompt I chose being to use an interesting structure/event order, and to include a dramatic scene.

I hope you like it!

I may post this on Wattpad later, in a KiriBaku/Bnha oneshot book.

Warning in advance for mentions of blood, violence, and homophobia.

Bakugou and Kirishima were a gay couple.

They mostly kept this fact to themselves, as they didn’t want to be judged.

As the two boys sat, tending to one another’s bruises, and cuts, Kirishima was left in his mind to ponder.

“Bakugou?”

“Eh?”

“Why is being gay shameful?”

Bakugou scoffed. “It’s not, Dumb Hair. Some people just can’t accept that gay people exist. It’s idiotic.”

Kirishima sighed softly. “It is a bit. And, Bakugou, my hair’s not that bad! Why do you keep calling me that?”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, and folded his scratched up arms. “Because I think your hair’s stupid. It makes you look like a hedgehog.”

“But- aren’t hedgehogs cute?”

Bakugou didn’t reply to that. He only snatched up the warm, soaked cloth from inside of the bathroom sink, and began to gently clean a bleeding cut on Kirishima’s shoulder. Kirishima whined in response, complaining about the searing pain in the area.

“Shut up, Kirishima. It doesn’t hurt that bad.” Bakugou snapped, but rather weakly compared to his usual outbursts. There was something akin to concern in his eyes, and when Kirishima noticed this, he smiled, hiding the wince that threatened to jerk throughout his body. It was as if Bakugou had thought Does it? straight after he had denied that same fact.

Kirishima giggled. “Aw, you care about me.”

Bakugou’s face went red. “Of course I do, you dumb hedgehog!”

Kirishima laughed, but then flinched as he got a colder cloth to the face in response. Bakugou snickered, trying to find a way to somehow wipe the blush from his face. Kirishima sat still for a few moments, wondering what had just happened. Bakugou couldn’t help but smirk at his face. It was mainly hidden by the cloth, but his mouth peeked out from underneath the sodden fabric, open in a mix of shock and confusion.

Kirishima blinked from behind the cloth, still slightly startled. He took a breath, acting, and started, “Bakugou...did the lights blow?” He joked, his mouth forming a toothy grin.

Bakugou pouted at that, “You’re not funny,” but he couldn’t stop the almost unnoticeable smile that broke its way through his pout.

Kirishima pulled the cloth from his face, then put it back into the sink to rid of the dark crimson coloured liquid that had stained it.

But how exactly were the injuries caused in the first place?

Bakugou had insisted that he and Kirishima go out for a walk in the dark, cold air of night. So Kirishima agreed, since Bakugou seemed so passionate about it. He’d known that Bakugou liked walks for a while at that point, but he hadn’t known that he enjoyed going out at night. He couldn’t blame him, though, Kirishima himself liked to go out at night. The dark night sky, with stars littered across it. They lit it up so dimly you’d never guess they were as big as they were. The gentle, icy breeze brushed across your face, chilling it in a pleasant way. The moon reflected light above, shining it down onto the ocean, the light mixing and morphing with the water with each ripple from a skimming stone, beauty daylight could never mimic. But daylight had its own beauty, too.

Kirishima and Bakugou had left their house, and were minding their own business, making small talk, which Bakugou wasn’t particularly fond of.

But as Kirishima gently grasped Bakugou’s hand, a threat arose.

Bakugou spotted a small group of boys who seemed to be around their age lurking nearby, stalking, watching them with murderous gazes. If looks could kill, both Kirishima and Bakugou would’ve dropped dead in the blink of an eye.

But looks couldn’t kill, and Bakugou was getting angry. Furious. Positively livid.

So he turned to Kirishima, “Psst,”

But before he could get the words of warning out of his mouth, the boys began to walk towards them, their mere presence threatening.

“Hey, you two together?” One of them asked, raising a brow.

Kirishima answered honestly, not catching the dangerousness of the encounter. “Yeah! Why?”

“Oh, great. That means you’ll die in a good way then. I hope you stay together in the afterlife.” But his tone was sarcastic, mocking, even. Before Kirishima or Bakugou could speak up, fists were thrown in their direction, and nails were scratching skin, drawing blood.

Bakugou caught a hand before it collided with his face, and yanked the owner towards him, before biting the offending hand painfully. Kirishima, on the other hand, had himself occupied with the other two boys in front of him, who were getting hits in, but Kirishima was in the lead.

Punches successfully hit faces, arms, and other body parts, cuts were made on skin, black eyes were given, and snarky comments were rewarded with kicks, and twisted arms.

The fight lasted for about five minutes. Definitely not Kirishima and Bakugou’s average fight, but the damage the group of boys dealt to their bodies made up for the amount of time it took for them to be taken down.

Bakugou pushed a boy down to the ground, and put a foot on his ribcage, pinning him to the rocky surface. Kirishima gripped onto the other two boys’ necks, and kicked their legs out from underneath them, sending them falling to the ground to join their partner in crime.

“Don’t ever touch us, and by us, I mean all of us, ever again. You might not live through it next time, if you don’t listen.” Kirishima warned, a growl in his voice. He turned to Bakugou, and mouthed an apology for not noticing what was going on sooner. Bakugou just rolled his eyes, and took Kirishima’s hand rather aggressively.

The couple headed home, feeling triumphant, but sore.

Needless to say, the boys never bothered them or any other member of the LGBTQ+ community ever again.

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“I’m going to kill you.

Slowly, painfully.

I will bathe, soak in your agony.

I will listen to you as you scream and watch you as you writhe in pain.

…

So this is hatred.

It’s disgusting.”

—– twirled his knife between his fingers, staring blankly at the Kitchen wall as he stood in one spot.

“You’re disgusting.”

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A Discord Server- :’)

https://discord.gg/p7NZesf

This is a Discord server for people who like my work, want to get to know me, or even just random people I guess- I don’t mind- uwu

Also, if you don’t have Discord already, I’d recommend you get it!

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Flowers. - AfterDeath(Oneshot, Fluff)

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Geno watched his lover put on his gardening gloves, and smiled. The two were about to plant some flower seeds in their garden, which Death was, of course, very excited about. This made Geno happy. The two walked out of their house with the seeds and necessary tools that they would need to plant them, walking close together.

Geno dug the holes, and Death would fill them. Afterwards, the two would water the seeds. Well, that was what would have happened, if Geno hadn't tripped, knocking Death over, and spilling the water everywhere, including over Death and himself. The two laid there for a moment, before both burst out into laughter, and Death hugged Geno tightly, making Geno squeak.

"I love you so much, oh my god." Death playfully tickled Geno, making him snort.

"P-PfFT- NNO- AAH- S-STAHP-" Geno laughed, screeching.

Death chuckled, and stopped tickling Geno. He cuddled into him, and gave him a few kisses, smiling. "You are so cute."

"Pshh- no! Y-You're the cute one..." Geno smiled, kissing Death's neck.

"Ah~ oh Geno, you make me so hard when you do that~" Death joked, snickering.

"sH-SHUT YOUR B-BEAUTIFUL, KISSABLE MOUTH." Geno stuttered out, flushing.

"Okay~ how about I shut yours while I'm at it, too?~"

"Wh-wh- mmph-!"

Death kissed Geno, closing his eyes. He took his gloves off, then caressed Geno's cheek with a hand, gently trailing the fingers of his opposite hand down Geno's neck. Geno shuddered, clinging to Death. Death nibbled Geno's lip, but stopped there, breaking the kiss.

"I love you s-so much." Death spoke, taking Geno's gloves off gently, and holding his hand, intertwining their fingers.

"I love you t-too, you should know th-this by now." Geno smiled, pecking Death's cheek.

"I do. I j-just love it when you say it." Death licked Geno's cheek, making him giggle. "We should go back inside n-now, love."

Geno flinched, then shook his head. "No no! I-I just remembered something I w-was meant to do before w-we go in." Geno stood up, before helping Death stand too.

Geno smiled, before getting down on one knee.

"W-Wait- Geno? Why did you just stand up i-if you..." Death trailed off, his eyes widening at the sight before him.

Geno knelt there, a small box in his hands. He opened it up, to reveal a small, sapphire ring.

"D-Death..." Geno took a deep breath before continuing, "It's been years since we got t-together, and every one of these years I've spent with you has given me hope, joy, in contrast to the dull feelings I felt before you came along and swept me off of my feet. Y-You've helped me get through the hard times, and feel better. I could, and can never thank you e-enough for all of this. Will you marry me?" Geno looked up at Death with teary eyes.

"...I-I-" Death started to cry before he could give his answer, and he dropped to his knees, hugging Geno tightly. Death kissed all over his face, whimpering out a soft, "Y-Yes..."

Geno smiled widely, beginning to cry with Death. The two were there for awhile, exchanging loving gazes, kisses, and words.

Eventually, the two went into their house, and cooked dinner together.

They didn't get to water the seeds properly, though. Oopsies.

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<3 - AfterDeath(Short Oneshot, Fluff)

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"Geno, you're...so beautiful, you know that?" Death looked into Geno's eye, gripping onto his hand gently. "I love you, I love you so much..."

"I-I love you too, Death...I love you just as much...please k..kiss me-" Geno flushed, returning Death's loving gaze.

Death smiled, and kissed Geno gently, on the lips, cheeks, neck, and shoulders. Geno made soft sounds at the affection, his cheeks glowing with a red hue.

"You m-mean so much to me, y-you don't even know..." Death hugged Geno tight, never wanting to let him go.

"Y-You mean a lot to m-me too, Death...I don't know what I-I'd do if I'd never m-met you..." Geno smiled, pecking Death's lips lovingly.

"...P-Please, never leave me." Death clung to Geno, his gaze now dripping with anxiety. Geno could feel the droplets seep into his clothes, and coat him in the same substance.

"I...I'll t-try not to." Geno buried his face into the crook of Death's neck, taking in his scent. He sighed, before kissing Death's jaw.

Death blushed, his anxiety reducing greatly. He petted Geno's head, a content smile on his face.

"I love you so m-much."

"I love you t-too."

With that, the two fell asleep, holding each other.

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Stress Relief - AfterDeath(Oneshot, Unfinished, Lemon, Sin)

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Death arrived home, the scent of vanilla that filled the house welcoming him warmly. Though it was nice, and should have made him feel calm, it didn't have a very strong effect on him. But, that was understandable, since the god had had a bad day at work. It had taken him hours on end to reap every last soul that was on his list of names, and he had even been rushing around. He wanted to get home before it got dark so he could spend some time with Geno, and he did get home in time, but unfortunately, he was exhausted. It was a shame.

Death groaned, not even taking the time to tell his husband he was home, and flopped onto the couch in the living room. He shoved his face into the couch, and grumbled some things to himself, most being curse words and other offensive things.

Geno walked out of the Kitchen, a coffee and a packet of chips in hand. He spotted Death on the couch, and raised a brow. "Death? You okay?"

"I'll be honest, no." Death grumbled.

"Aw..bad day at work?"

"You think?" Death sat up, looking at Geno with a foul expression.

"Yikes." Geno laughed nervously, slightly intimidated by the God's hateful gaze.

Death stood up, and began to walk out of the room. "I'll be upstairs if you need me."

Geno watched Death leave, a frown on his face. He didn't like seeing Death like this, it broke his heart. Geno wanted to help him feel better, but he didn't know what to do. He decided to think about it over his coffee. He took small sips of the hot beverage, and opened his bag of chips too. He sat down on the couch.

Death sat on his bed, staring up at the ceiling blankly. He didn't feel as tired anymore, so resting was pointless. But, he couldn't spend time with his husband either, since he was still in a bad mood. Death sighed, feeling his eyes begin to fill with tears. "I-I can't do this..." The stress was too much for him.

All of a sudden, Geno came through the door, slowly stepping into the room. He bit his lip, seeing Death with tears in his eyes. He walked over to Death, and sat on the bed next to him. He then kissed his cheek, and pinned him down, straddling him. "B-Baby...I thought that...maybe...sex could help you feel b-better..?..." Geno blushed deeply.

Death was surprised. Geno never offered to be fucked. This was, in all honesty, an opportunity Death couldn't miss. It would make him feel much better, and would be a way of spending time with Geno.

Out of nowhere, Geno leaned down, and licked Death's jawline. "I'm d-dominant, this time...~"

Death froze up. Geno? Dom? What??

Before Death could say anything, Geno started to grind on Death. Death let out a small noise, his cheeks flushing. "G-Geno! Wait-!"

"Huh?" Geno tilted his head.

"I-I...j-just give me a s-second...before you s-start."

Geno whined. "I've already s-started, though..." :<

Death huffed. "I wait f-for you."

"No you don't."

"...Mmm..sometimes..."

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A Lovely Day. - AfterDeath(Oneshot, TW Suicide)

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It was a nice, sunny day outside. The birds were singing their early morning melody, and tree branches could be seen swaying slightly, due to the light breeze that traversed the air. The flowers nearby our couple's garden were in bloom, the petals of each as unique as they were delicate. It was funny, because, the God of Death himself lived right next to these beautiful flowers of course, and everything, or, most things, that he even laid a single finger on died. Yet, these flowers were still intact, almost untouched. They would be, if not for the wildlife attempting to eat them, before being chased away by the perpetually bleeding glitch, Geno.

Geno could remember how hard Death had tried not to harm those flowers in any way, so he wanted to assist him in protecting them, too. They would bring memories of Death's clumsiness back up, like how he once tripped over and fell face first onto the ground while trying to avoid them. Geno missed those days. They were fun, and made him happy. But now, he didn't feel the same happiness as he did back then. It was all becoming a stack of useless memories that Geno could never smile at the thought of anymore. They were becoming dull. Geno himself was becoming dull.

But Death wasn't. He was never empty, blank, emotionless. From the moment he met Geno, he changed. He was happy, very happy. Despite the way his job worked, he pushed himself to the point where he realized that it wasn't his fault. He had succeeded in moving on. But Geno hadn't.

"Death? Death, wake up." Geno whispered to his husband, who was snoring softly as he slept. A groan of displease could be heard, and the words, "Mgh...just a few more minutes..."

"No, wake up." Geno growled in response, his features dark.

"Ugh...fine...what is i-" Death started, before being interrupted.

"Go to work." Geno demanded.

"Why? I don't want to..." The God whined, pouting.

"You have to. You've been slacking off far too much recently."

"Geno, are you okay?"

"Yes. Now go."

"...Okay..."

. . .

Around six hours later, Death returned. He called out to his husband as he entered the house, but there was no response. He became concerned, anxious, even. Though, when he finally saw the sight that was destined to meet his eyes, he felt those few emotions he hadn't felt in a long, long time.

"Geno? Geno, I'm...home..." His words trailed off, as the look of concern that roamed his features was replaced with one of shock.

"...I knew something wasn't right..." He could feel tears begin to well up in his eye sockets.

"...Fuck...Geno...why d-did you have to do this now..?" He started to shake, as the tears fell. He sat on the floor, beside the fallen chair and hanging skeletal body.

"...W-We were s-so happy, I..." A choked sob.

"...Or w-was it just m-me? Weren't y-you happy? I'm sorry...I-I should have noticed sooner."

"...I love you." I'm so sorry.

...

I love you too. I wish it didn't have to end like this. But now, we can only move on. You've always been good at that, anyway. Goodbye, Death.

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A Midnight Walk. - Poth(Oneshot)

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The street lights lit up the dark environment, and drew attention to the drizzle that was falling from the sky. Why Palette and Goth decided to take a walk on a night like this, no one will ever know.

Palette held an umbrella, looking down at Goth with a bright smile on his face. Nothing could ever get him down, not even the rain that was slowly getting heavier. He raised his head, paying attention to where he was going once again.

All of a sudden, Palette felt a hand wrap around his own. He looked over to see Goth's hand wrapped around his own, so that it was like they were holding up the umbrella together. Palette smiled, chuckling.

"I love you. Don't forget that, okay?"

"I won't!" Goth replied, giggling. He had a soft blush on his cheeks, his mouth curved up into a dazzling smile.

Palette couldn't help but watch Goth's expression for a little while, a smile of his own creeping onto his lips. But then, his moment was interrupted by a very rude rock. He tripped over it, squeaking as he stumbled forward. Luckily, he managed to firmly plant his feet onto the ground to stop himself from falling over. Goth had seen all of this, and started laughing.

"H-Hey!" Palette frowned, huffing.

"Oh my- pFFft- gOd-" Goth laughed, trying his hardest not to let go of the umbrella.

"Sh-shut uppp..." Palette took his hat off, before putting it onto Goth's head instead. It covered his eyes, making him unable to see.

"Ah- wh-whA-" Goth seemed confused as to why he couldn't see a thing.

Now it was Palette's turn to laugh. He burst out laughing, so hard until he was wheezing.

"WH- PALETTE- D-DID THE L-LIGHTS DIE??" Goth sounded scared.

Palette took his hat off of Goth's head, still laughing. Goth realized what had happened, and pouted, his face turning deep purple.

"F-Fuck you!"

"Oh- okay~ you can try~"

Goth's face became a grape at Palette's response, flustered. He began to stutter aimlessly, making small squeaking sounds in between.

"I'm kidding." Palette chuckled.

"Y-You- you- f-fucker!" Goth growled softly.

Palette's eyes widened slightly. "Oh. I should run, right?"

"Yes. Y-Yes you should."

And with that, Palette began running for his life. Goth chased after him, dropping the umbrella in the process.

Let's just say that when they got home, Palette got very busy with dinner, and chores.

"Worth it."

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An Idea That Turned Into Shitpost. - Poth(Oneshot, Unfinished)

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A dark, dark shadow towered over Goth's hometown, its bright smile contrasting with its dark colours. The shadow refused to leave no matter how many times the people of the town asked it, but never told them why. Goth was getting fed up of this. So one night, just as the clock struck midnight, Goth began preparing to go out and converse with the shadow.

Goth packed a small bag with some food and extra clothes just in case, as he felt like he might need them at some point. Once Goth was ready, he quickly threw on his coat, and went outside, then started running to the shadow.

The shadow seemed to raise a brow at Goth's sudden appearance, tilting its head.

"Hello?" Its voice was surprisingly high-pitched, and sounded like it was the voice of someone around Goth's age. The shadow seemed to be squinting at Goth a little, most likely unable to see his features.

"Hi! Um, how are you..?" Goth looked up at the shadow warily, slightly intimidated, despite the fact that it seemed so friendly.

"I'm..." The shadow looked away, and mumbled, "...Sad."

"Wha- oh no- why? Why are you sad, shadow thingy?"

"...Wait-" The shadow gasped, looking back down at Goth in surprise.

"...What?"

"You remember Palette, right..?" The shadow seemed hopeful.

"Y-Yeah? Palette was my old best friend, he...he disappeared a long time ago. Why? Do you know him? Is he still alive?" Goth felt small tears begin to form in his eyes.

"Gothyyy...don't you recognise my voice?"

"..." Goth gasped. "P-Palette..??"

"Gothy! It's really you!"

"What happened to you??"

"Oh...um, it's a long story. Me and my family moved and- uncle Nightmare was left to look after me because my parents were busy a lot as usual- and then, um...Unclemare turned me into- well- this...and he said it would wear off, but...it's been like, a week now...I mean- it could wear off any second now, but still!"

"Palette- wait- how did you get here?"

"I...um...ran."

"You ran away!?"

"Y-Yeah! I mean, I-" Suddenly, Palette poofed back to normal.

"P A LE T  T E -"

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PoTH FloOF(Oneshot)

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It was a lovely day. Palette was contemplating whether he would go out or not, since it was hardly ever nice where he lived. After awhile of thinking, the young skeleton decided he would indeed go out. He quickly grabbed his coat, and put on his shoes, ready to go and see his best friend, Goth.

He ran out of his house, giggling to himself as he almost tripped. It was just one of those days when absolutely nothing could get you down. Palette ran as fast as he could to his friend's home, excited as ever. He arrived at his destination, and gave an almighty knock, his signature, bright smile already plastered across his face. Goth heard the knock, and immediately went to go and answer the door. He was home alone again, so the house was almost silent.

"H..Hello..?" Goth nervously said in a questioning tone as he opened the door, greeting whoever was there.

Palette giggled, waving to Goth as he saw his face pop out from behind the door. "Heya Gothy! It's just me!"

Goth took a deep breath, seemingly relieved to know that it was only his best friend. "Phew, I'm g-glad..if it was a-anyone else I w-wouldn't know what to d-do...or what th-they'd do." He visibly shuddered.

"Yeah...well, do you wanna come out and play?" Palette asked, smiling more.

But then, all of a sudden, the sky went dull, and the temperature surrounding the taller dropped.

"...Or not. Ehehe. Can I come in?"

"Of c-course!" Goth stepped out of the way, clearing a space for Palette to enter the house.

Soon enough, the little pitter-patters of rain hitting the house roof could be heard, the two boys sitting quietly on the couch, listening to the rain as they watched the raindrops slide down the window. It was a calming sound, a relaxing melody of drips and drops and other pittery-pattery raindrop sounds. None of the two skeletons' voices broke through the relaxing quiet, as the taller stood up, offering a hand to pull up the smaller. He took it, and was gently pulled up. They walked toward the window, and leaned their arms upon the window sill.

The younger skeleton finally broke the peaceful quiet. "So...Gothy."

Goth looked up at Palette, tilting his head slightly, which Palette couldn't help but find adorable. "Y..Yeah?"

"How have you been recently?" Palette's voice was hushed, his gaze slowly drifting to the window again.

"I-I've been...good, I guess...y-you?"

Palette seemed deep in thought, his breaths slow and steady. "...I've been...thinking...about you. A lot, recently...and.." He stopped there, thinking of how to word his thoughts.

A bright purple blush spread across Goth's cheeks, and he fiddled with his fingers a little. "R-Really..?..."

"Y-Yeah. You're just so...so amazing, and...ah, god- just, come here..." Palette turned to Goth, small tears in his eyes. He seemed like he was holding back, but he stretched his arms out for a hug.

Goth happily accepted the offer, rushing into Palette's arms like it was all he had ever wanted. He snuggled into Palette's chest, his blush getting heavier. Palette cursed quietly, then suddenly gripped Goth's chin, gently tilting his head upwards.

"...Goth."

"...P-Palette?"

"...I...I think I love you, o-okay? I've always had such s-strong feelings towards you, b-but I could never figure out why until recently...y-you're just so perfect to me, y-your smile makes my soul b-beat faster, and...god...your laugh is...s-so beautiful and- gosh, I just love y-you so much..." Palette spoke with passion, the tears in his eyes escaping.

"...P-Palette...I love you t-too...I have for the l-longest time...th-this is...t-t-too m-much-" Goth felt himself too, start crying. He slowly leaned in closer to Palette, kissing him gently.

Palette returned the kiss, deepening it, his lips moving in sync with Goth's. The two shared the loving moment together, both of their souls filled with deep love and care for each other.

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Flickering Insanity - AfterDeath - Chapter Two, An Eventful Morning. Maybe.

Geno, a skeleton monster, is a klutz. He's gotten into so many situations where he's almost died, and is only in his thirties. But, Geno also knows something about why he's still alive. He's figured out that he can't die, but still has no clue why. On the other hand, there's Death, who is another skeleton monster, but is completely different. He's an insane(But not overly insane, mainly just very unpredictable and strange) murderer. The two meet in a very nerve-wracking way one day, and things just go on from there. Get ready for a wild, unpredictable ride.

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Death awoke, the events of the day before replaying in his mind, before his gaze drifted to the adorable sight of Geno sleeping next to him. Death chuckled, licking the smaller's face.

"Wakey wakey~" Death purred into Geno's ear, licking his face again.

Geno groaned, wiping his eyes. "I-It's morning already...?"

"We went to sleep at two, Gen. It's probably past lunchtime by now."

Geno suddenly sat up. "No. Fucking. Way. You're kidding. Right..?"

Death glanced at the clock that was on the bedroom wall. "Apparently...it's about eleven, pfft, I was way off."

Geno breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank god...there's still time for breakfast..."

"Geno, we have all the time in the world. We can do practically anything we want. Getting breakfast is something most monsters do every day. You don't need to worry about that. And anyway, there's always brunch." Death laughed quietly.

"W-Woah...can we have breakfast like, all the time!?" Geno sounded like a hyper child.

"No. Well...maybe. If it makes you happy or whatever...but, I mean...you might get sick of it."

Geno gasped, sounding offended. "I'll never get sick of breakfast! Who the fuck do you think I am, you ass-"

"Shut it. Shut your mouth before I shut it for you."

"Well fuck you too- mmph-!"

Death had kissed Geno deeply, slipping his tongue into his mouth. Geno's eye widened, his face lit up in a deep, strawberry red blush. Death's tongue pressed against Geno's, and Geno's only seemed to twitch. Death forced his tongue in deeper, choking Geno slightly. Geno made soft noises, a slight glow forming in his pants. Death broke the kiss, smirking a little.

"Hmm~? What's this?~" Death placed a hand on Geno's crotch, and squeezed his obvious boner through his pants.

"A-Ah~! N-No-" Geno protested, and managed to pull away from Death before he could continue.

"Hehe~ you're so cute...~" Death purred, and quickly gave Geno a kiss on the cheek. He then stood up, and began walking downstairs.

Geno just watched him leave, his face still red as ever. He wasn't kidding when he said that his ways of showing affection were somewhat sexual. Geno shivered, biting his lip. Damn, he's hot...how can he be so ho t ? ? Geno wondered, flustered.

Death was preparing breakfast at this point, though he couldn't help but wonder how Geno was doing. He shook his head slowly, and continued frying up the bacon that was in the pan on the stove, beginning to hum a little tune to himself as he did so. Once the bacon was finished cooking, he slid it onto the plates beside the stove, evening the portions out. He continued to hum. His humming had eventually become louder, but before he could finish the song, Geno came running down the stairs, his footsteps thumping against the carpeted floor.

"DeeAAAATHHHHH!" Geno yelled, running toward the skeleton in the black hoodie.

Death turned around, one eyebrow raised. He gasped as an excited Geno leapt into his arms, who was giggling mischievously.

"Is breakfast ready yettt?" Geno seemed far too excitable for someone who was horny just a few minutes before. Then again, maybe not.

"Yeah yeah, only just. I'm guessing you could smell it?" Death's brow was still raised.

"Yep." Geno laughed a little, calming down. "Sorry for jumping at you like that." He got out of Death's arms, sticking his tongue out a bit.

"Uh, it's fine." Death went back to dishing out the food.

A little while later, the two had sat at the table with their food. They were struggling to make conversation, though. Or, at least, Geno was. Although he loved breakfast as much as he did, and Death's cooking was surprisingly very good, he wanted to talk to Death instead of focusing on eating breakfast like he usually did.

Death seemed to notice the look of struggle on Geno's face, and spoke up. "So. You wanna go out somewhere today? I mean, we have forever."

"Oh! Yeah, okay." Geno smiled.

"Alrighty. Well, how does going out for some ice cream sound?" Death asked, smiling a little.

"Ice cream? Death, it's still cold."

"So? Ice cream's good. What's your favourite flavour?"

"Hmm...I'd have to say Scottish tablet is mine. What's yours?"

"Huh...well, I like mint choc chip, the combination of the mint, the coldness of the ice cream, and the chocolate is amazing." Death smiled more.

"Wow, really? I've never actually had that flavour before."

"...What?"

"Uhh, yeah. I don't have ice cream much, okay?" Geno laughed nervously.

"Oh my god. You have to try it."

Geno laughed again. "Okay, okay, I will. But, before we go out, what'll we do? I mean...I don't think any ice cream places will be open at this time, but I don't know."

"Well, before that...how about I show you some love?~" Death purred, smirking.

"Wh-what? No. N-Nooooooo."

Death stood up, and cleaned up the table. He then went over to Geno, and pulled his scarf down, before kissing his neck. Geno flinched, not sure about this. He whimpered softly, but Death only began to nip at Geno's neck.

"D-Death, please...not now."

"I do what I want, when I want. Okay?" Death licked and sucked on Geno's neck, before his tongue suddenly extended out, revealing that it was much longer than it had seemed at first. Geno jumped at this, yelping.

"Wh-what the hell!?" Geno shouted, confused as anything.

"Shh, this is the real length of my tongue, don't worry about it." Death spoke, before wrapping his tongue around Geno's neck. Geno flinched, and moaned softly.

"D-Death! Stop...~"

"Fine, fine." Death pulled away, his tongue going back to the way it was before. He pet Geno, smiling.

Geno shivered, blushing. He then stood up. "I need new clothes for today, do you have any that I can borrow?"

"Oh, yeah, I think so. I'll go check."

With that, Death left to go look for clothes that Geno could wear. He searched his wardrobe, taking out a cute, black and white, lengthy hoodie, with cat ears on the hood, and a tail on the back, right where it was supposed to be. Death smiled, giggling to himself. He then took out some short, black shorts, and thigh-high socks, which were a sort of mauve colour.

He went back downstairs, giggling. "Hey Gen, take a look at what I found!~"

Geno took one look at the clothes, and shook his head. "Can you wear those?"

"Oh! Okay. Well, they are really cute..." Death purred, before going back upstairs, finding clothes for Geno, then getting changed into the ones he had for himself.

Meanwhile, Geno waited for him downstairs. Eventually, Death came back down, with clothes in his hands for Geno, looking adorable.

"Do I look okay? It's been a little while since I last wore these."

"...Oh my god. You look fucking adorable. What the hell-"

"Th-thanks, Gen!" Death blushed, looking away.

"I'm just being honest. Anyway, I need to get changeeedddd." Geno took the clothes from Death, went upstairs, and got changed in Death's room, though, he almost tripped over multiple times. Once he was ready, he ran back downstairs, and took Death's hand.

"Come on! We need to go do shit." Geno giggled.

"Yeah! Let's go, Gen."

And so, the two left the house together.

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Flickering Insanity - AfterDeath - Chapter One, An Unforgettable Meeting.

Geno, a skeleton monster, is a klutz. He's gotten into so many situations where he's almost died, and is only in his thirties. But, Geno also knows something about why he's still alive. He's figured out that he can't die, but still has no clue why. On the other hand, there's Death, who is another skeleton monster, but is completely different. He's an insane(But not overly insane, mainly just very unpredictable and strange) murderer. The two meet in a very nerve-wracking way one day, and things just go on from there. Get ready for a wild, unpredictable ride.

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He smirked, as he looked down at his knife, watching it glimmer in the light from the lampposts he passed. He saw a lovely looking skeleton, perfect for his knife to bring pain upon. He slowly, ever so slowly approached the skeleton, his face twisting into a sadistic smile.

"You picked the wrong time to be out here~" He pressed his body up against the skeleton's back, so that he wouldn't see his face. Not that he would make it out alive, anyway.

"Wh-what!? What the f-fuck are you doing!?" The skeleton hissed, struggling.

"I'm going to kill you~ but first, what's your name?~" He asked, smirking.

"...G-Geno..."

"How nice~ my name is Death. Suits, don't you think?~"

He then pressed his knife up against Geno's neck, slowly, painfully cutting into it. There was only silence. It was as if the smaller had accepted his fate.

Then, a sickening stabbing sound could be heard. But afterwards, hard coughs, that just seemed to never stop. Geno wasn't dying. It was obvious.

Death raised a brow. "What the fuck are you?"

Geno didn't respond, still coughing violently.

Death sighed, and patted Geno's back, wanting him to just cough it up already. After what felt like forever, Geno stopped coughing, taking deep breaths.

"You done yet?" Death asked, huffing slightly.

"I...I th-think so...gh-" Geno breathed.

Death walked in front of Geno, letting him go. "Hmm...so. Why are you still alive?"

"I-I...I have a condition, I-I guess you could call i-it..." Geno didn't really seem as intimidated as earlier.

"Okay...how old are you, Gen?"

"I'm in my th-thirties."

"Nice...welp, I'm taking you home with me, alright? Great, 'cause you have no choice in the matter anyway." With that said, Death picked Geno up.

"W-WAIT- WH-WHAT!?"

Geno struggled in Death's arms, but all Death did was continue walking, as if it hadn't affected him at all. He leaned down a little, and nipped Geno's lip with his teeth.

"Stop struggling, you ass...I'm trying to make this as easy and fun as I can~ and don't worry Sweetheart, I'm not gonna rape you or anything. I'm not like that. I'm more of the brutally murdering type. All I want to do is take you home, and study you...you're...interesting...and I've never been so interested with any living thing before...so you have every right to feel lucky~" Death purred, nibbling the other's cheek.

Geno was silent, his eye averted from Death's face, or Death's anything. He didn't know what to think about all of this. It was just, so, so strange. And yet, Geno wanted to know what was going to happen next.

And he was soon to find out, as the two neared a house that seemed fairly normal.

Death stopped in front of the door, as if thinking. He then spoke up, "You...promise...you won't run away once I put you down? Please, I...I haven't had this much excitement in my life for years." He looked down at Geno with a soft expression, his words sincere.

"...I...I promise. I actually...want to know what's gonna happen." Geno looked straight into Death's freezing cold, empty eyes. And Death smiled.

"I'm...happy to know that."

Geno couldn't help but smile back, a slight blush dusting his cheeks. "...You look nice when you smile..."

"You sound nice when you don't stutter, pfft..." Death's cheeks were tinted blue.

"F-Fuck off-"

"Haha...no. Also, uh...are you okay with my...weird ways of showing affection? Like, when I nibbled your lip and cheek earlier...I mean, I usually do more...sexual things...but I don't have bad intentions, I swear." Death seemed slightly on edge. Was it the tension, maybe? Geno wasn't sure.

"Y-Yeah, I'm okay with it a-as long as you don't f-fuck me." Geno huffed a little.

"Ah, okay- so, bites are alright?" Death raised a brow.

"Y...Yes." Geno hesitantly nodded.

Death gently placed Geno down onto his feet. He then pulled Geno's scarf down, and gently began to nibble and suck on Geno's neck. Geno flinched, but soon relaxed slightly, letting out small sounds of pleasure. Death suddenly bit down hard, and Geno cried out. His neck began bleeding slightly, marks left from Death's affections. Death pulled away, some blood on his lips.

"Your sounds are just...wow. You're a masochist, yeah?" Death licked the blood off of his lips, purring softly.

"Y-Yes..." Geno flushed, looking away.

Death suddenly gripped onto Geno's chin, forcing him to look him straight in the eyes.

"Don't you dare look away from me." Death bit Geno's lip, drawing blood.

Geno was enjoying the way Death was treating him at that moment. Marking him, making him bleed, speaking in a cold tone of voice. In all honesty, it turned Geno on. But he tried not to let that show.

"Hmm...anyway, I wanted to let you know that I'm a sadist. It's pretty damn obvious though. I also like to do whatever the fuck I want." Death smirked a little. "That's why I kidnapped you without any hesitation. But anyway, let's go inside, it's cold." Death pulled out his keys, and unlocked his house door.

The two entered, and Death turned on the lights. He then went over to the couch that was in the living room, and sat down. Geno didn't know what to do, so he just wandered around, exploring the house. His legs were slightly shaky, though, due to the moment he had with Death a few minutes earlier.

As Geno explored, he figured out the layout of Death's house. It was probably one of the biggest houses Geno had ever been in, and had a lot of room. Geno wouldn't mind staying there for a long time, if it would take Death awhile to get to know him.

"You like the house?" Death appeared in the doorway of his bedroom, and Geno was, of course, inside that room.

"Yes! I-It's nice. Big...very big."

"It is." Death smiled. He then walked over to Geno, giving him a little kiss. "You're cute, and I'm gay as fuck. It's gonna be hard for me to stay away from you at all, you know."

"I-I know..." Geno blushed softly. "I want to get t-to know you more anyway i-in all honesty..."

"Mm. I can tell." Death bit Geno's cheek gently.

Geno giggled a little. "S-Stooooop, you asshole-"

Death only bit more, then began licking instead. He chuckled softly, and Geno just continued giggling. They both played around like that for awhile, until eventually, Death decided it was time to call it a day.

"We should go to bed...it's really late." And it was, it was around two in the morning.

"God, yeah...I-I didn't notice the time. But, um, where'll I sleep?" Geno asked.

"In my bed, dumbass. Come on." Death took Geno's hand, and led him to the bed.

Geno was flustered by this, he was going to sleep in a sexy murderer's bed? Well, why not. But those aren't exactly the words anyone else would use to describe the unpredictable murderer.