#Anyone who sees them: Oh what in the fresh fae monster hell is this-

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Prompt 269

Another Legend of Zelda Crossover with Ghosts are Dragons. Because it’s fun :>

Danny has decided to go on a vacation with his platonic-romantic-they-aren’t-sure-yet partners. To a different world! Where they can spend more time than just the summer before heading back to their world or the Realms for work. Self employed or no. 

Look, they spent their entire teenagehood protecting the city and world, they deserve a break! So they chose a random direction and a random world that didn’t feel too liminal and ecto-contaminated, and off they went!

And it’s great! The monster issue is easily enough taken care of too, even if it’s to Sam’s complaint. Interesting taste though… Oh well, they can complain and debate that later, because they don’t have to really worry about much. Well, much besides the weird corruption sort of rotting smell that seems to be getting stronger… 

Maybe that’s normal around here…?

@fairy-lights-and-blobs @radiance1 You both enjoy dragons so here <3

[r-we-taire-yet]

Monsters and Men Chapter 2

General Summary: Les Amis are civil rights activists by day, and monster hunters by night. Not everybody likes this, and decide to try to stop them from doing that if they can.

Chapter Summary: Grantaire wakes up and finds out more about the world around him. He can’t even get himself to not believe in it because he has the bite on his neck to prove it’s true.

Grantaire groaned as he awoke. He felt like he had the worst hangover in his life, and he really couldn’t quite remember what had happened. Sitting up, he groaned again, rubbing his head. Where even was he? Looking around, he had no idea where he or how he got there. It was then that he noticed the picture of Combeferre, Courfeyrac, and Enjolras. Was he at their place? How had he gotten there?

A dark, wet alleyway with a wound on his neck and his friends around him, terribly blurry from whatever was in his bloodstream. Right. They must have found him and took him home. Oh my god, he was in his crushes house and had slept on his couch. Why?! Everything was blurry and there were those eyes, those far too bright eyes flashing red as she bit into his neck-

He gasped as the memories came flowing back and clutched his neck. Grantaire didn’t remember everything of course, but he remembered much more than he had. Things were slightly more in focus now, and even though he was still confused, it was a little better now that he knew what got him to his current location.

“Grantaire!” he heard the familiar voice of Courfeyrac call. “I heard you gasp, are you okay? You’re awake!”

“... Yes?” Grantaire replied, turning to look at him, though he flinched from the pain he found in his neck. “Yikes, okay, that was real.”

“He’s awake? Wonderful,” Combeferre said, sitting beside him. “Yes it was real. Yes she was a vampire. Yes you almost died. Yes monsters are real, no I am not one, but some people you know are.” As he spoke, he skillfully unwrapped the bandages around his neck and started cleaning the wounds again. “How much do you remember?”

“... Wait… what?” Grantaire asked, confused as hell by this sudden onslaught of information. He bat at Combeferre to try to get him to stop.

Courfeyrac sat down on the arm of the couch and leaned back dramatically. “You're overwhelming him, you need to take it take it slow after someone gets bitten by a sucker,” he teased, before turning to Grantaire. “There are monsters in this world, but not everyone who is supernatural is a monster, you know? Supernaturals can be werewolves or vampires, or spirits of some kind. They aren't necessarily bad people, just people going through their lives who happen to be supernatural. There are, however, people who do bad things. The cops don't deal with supernaturals because they can't see them, so other people have to step in.”

“People like me. People like us,” Enjolras said, making himself known as he entered the conversation. “My family is well known for being able to see through the veil that keeps most people from seeing supernaturals, and for being able to see the purity of a soul. We have an inherited duty to protect the innocent from monsters. Just about everyone in our group has joined my cause.”

“Why wasn't I told about this? Why is everyone else in on it but me?” Grantaire asked, swatting at Combeferre again.

“Well, we didn't want to tell anyone, but they either found out from an outside source or is a supernatural themselves. Being able to see the truth is dangerous. People don't always like it when you can see the real them. Especially not when they aren't the nicest of people,” Enjolras explained.

“And what's the difference between a supernatural and a monster?” Grantaire asked, finally allowing Combeferre to bandage him back up.

Enjolras sighed, “There isn't really one. They're the same thing. People who are supernatural can be considered monsters because of what they are. Generally though, we call people who do terrible things and need to be stopped, whether they're supernatural or human who hurt supernaturals, monsters.”

Grantaire nodded. Part of him wanted to deny all this, but the memory of her biting into his neck was still fresh in his mind. “Who do I know that's supernatural?”

“Who do you think?” Courfeyrac asked.

“You?”

Courf burst into laughter and almost fell off the arm of the couch. “I may be flamboyant but that doesn't mean I'm supernatural!”

“Alright then, I have no idea,” Grantaire admitted.

“Well Musichetta is a witch, Feuilly is a werewolf, and we aren't sure what exactly Jehan is but we think they're some kind of fae or something,” Combeferre explained. “Enjolras told us about everything when we were kids. Bahorel found out from Feuilly. None of us are supernatural. Enjolras is somewhere in the middle, with his family history.”

Grantaire took a moment to process this. “And I was bitten by a vampire chick trying to find out information about Enjolras.” This was stated as fact, not a question.

Enjolras nodded and crossed his arms. “It was only a matter of time before people realized I'm here. I just wish they had gone straight to me rather than trying to hurt you.”

“Awwwwe, Enj, you do care,” Grantaire teased, standing up and stretching.

“On second thought maybe she should have succeeded,” he teased back, prompting Grantaire to snicker. “Get something to eat, you're bound to have low blood sugar right now. We have a meeting of the monster hunting side of things this evening. Welcome to the club.”