"Don't lie to me. You hardly even look at me anymore, Red." He said in a frustrated voice. He sighed and exhaled the anger from tone and in its place was only resignation, " When are you going to forgive yourself?"
"Please, Pur, don't do this I can't, not now. I just don't want to talk about it."
"You're crying."
Red cried harder in response. Purple draped an arm across his shoulders and pulled him close. The red-eyed Irken instinctively shrank away, "Don't, you'll hurt yourself."
"How long, Baby? How long are you going to do this?" Purple sighed. "How long are you going to treat me like I'm broken?"
"I should have protected y
They wanted to know if there was anything that they could get for him. Names and faces he didn't know and had never met offered their deepest sympathies and most heartfelt regrets in regard to his loss. "He was so young" and "it's such a tragedy", but he noticed that there was one condolence in particular that came out of everyone's mouth.
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
He smiled painfully each time and expressed his thanks because if he took his mind off autopilot, even for a second, Red was sure he'd lose his composure entirely. Everyone kept asking the same goddamn question, in spite of how futile it was.
"Is there anything I can
Something had to give. There were no more tears to shed. They had long since run out of obscenities to shout, fingers to point, blame to shift, and verbal ammunition. The passion that fueled the grudges and resentment between them had gone cold and expired. Whatever love they had died a long time ago, they simply refused to acknowledge it. They had gone through the empty motions day after day, maintained the futile lovemaking that left them numb at best, hoping that maybe the friction of bodies would re-light the spark that had been lost. In the end, it only served as a reminder of how empty and hollow they had become. In the dark, silent mom
She laughs aloud as he writhes in pain, his skin sizzling and burning and stained with fresh barbecue sauce. She hears Dib laugh with her, and a chorus of several other students in making a social mockery of the horribly-disguised alien. The smile on her face never wavers, but inside she feels herself seething.
She tells herself its hate that drives her.
But what she hates the most right now is that she's laughing, and that these wretched little brainless Earth-children are laughing with her. She hates these moronic, ignorant pests for making a spectacle of him like this because even though she laughs with them, she knows somewhere that she
Red choked mid-sentence, coughing hard a few times, which prompted his co-leader to instinctively reach for the bucket that had found a home on the bedside table and hold it out for his counterpart. Red grasped the sides with shaking limbs as he retched in between wet, hacking coughs that wracked his fragile frame. Purple helped him keep the bucket steady while using one hand to rub comforting circles on the other's back until Red had thoroughly finished vomiting. He called for a servant to replace the bucket while he grabbed a fresh cloth and wiped away any evidence left on the other's face.
"This is so humiliating." Red growled. "I c
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Seven Times A Sinner: Wrath
Everyone had always assumed that if one of them would lose their minds, it would be Red. He was always the more hotheaded of the two and had always been the easier of them to provoke. Though Purple would dispose of incompetence without a second thought, he wasnt nearly as rash or brutal as his partner.
After Red died, though, something about the look in the eyes of their remaining Tallest changed.
No one knew the details of Red's death, and whatever the circumstances had been, Purple had no intention of divulging.
There were rumors; there were always rumors surrounding such things, but no one could really say for sure.
He plowed thr
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Seven Times A Sinner: Sloth
The alarm beeps with a stubborn persistence, earning twin groans from the bed it sits next to. A lanky, green arm reaches out blindly, fingers curling into a fist before slamming down hard onto the poor clock that wisely silences itself.
Not fully awake himself, he gently nudges the other, Hey sleepy head. Time to get up.
Five more minutes. He mumbles, his speech slurred with sleep and muffled against the formers chest.
Cmon, Pur.
But Im tired. He whined. And Ill be cold if I get up now.
Oh really?
Yes. That means you cant get up
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Seven Times A Sinner: Lust
With his back pressed against the wall, he takes heavy, gasping breaths as the others tongue travels down his neck. A rush of heat from deep in his stomach sends an instinctual shudder up his spine and he moans involuntarily.
We cant, he breathes, and then finds his lips pressed against the others, you know that, hands running up his sides, please, we cant keep doing this. The last word comes out as a hiss when he feels teeth nipping at the skin just beneath his jaw.
Then tell me to stop. The other murmurs against his neck.
All he can do is whimper and moan, plas
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Seven Times A Sinner: Gluttony
Its his vice, really.
He cant help the craving for sugar or other confections. Some days, he eats himself sick, just because he can.
Because his other addiction is far too dangerous to feed.
Feelings he knows he shouldnt have creep up on him in sleep and sugar is the only way he can keep himself awake, even if it does so at the expense of his health. This way, he can stand next to Red all day and not feel like his head is on fire. He does not run the risk of allowing himself to indulge in the fantasies that used to plague him at night, or acknowledge that the empty craving inside him is from his heart and not his stomach.
"Don't lie to me. You hardly even look at me anymore, Red." He said in a frustrated voice. He sighed and exhaled the anger from tone and in its place was only resignation, " When are you going to forgive yourself?"
"Please, Pur, don't do this I can't, not now. I just don't want to talk about it."
"You're crying."
Red cried harder in response. Purple draped an arm across his shoulders and pulled him close. The red-eyed Irken instinctively shrank away, "Don't, you'll hurt yourself."
"How long, Baby? How long are you going to do this?" Purple sighed. "How long are you going to treat me like I'm broken?"
"I should have protected y
They wanted to know if there was anything that they could get for him. Names and faces he didn't know and had never met offered their deepest sympathies and most heartfelt regrets in regard to his loss. "He was so young" and "it's such a tragedy", but he noticed that there was one condolence in particular that came out of everyone's mouth.
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
He smiled painfully each time and expressed his thanks because if he took his mind off autopilot, even for a second, Red was sure he'd lose his composure entirely. Everyone kept asking the same goddamn question, in spite of how futile it was.
"Is there anything I can
Something had to give. There were no more tears to shed. They had long since run out of obscenities to shout, fingers to point, blame to shift, and verbal ammunition. The passion that fueled the grudges and resentment between them had gone cold and expired. Whatever love they had died a long time ago, they simply refused to acknowledge it. They had gone through the empty motions day after day, maintained the futile lovemaking that left them numb at best, hoping that maybe the friction of bodies would re-light the spark that had been lost. In the end, it only served as a reminder of how empty and hollow they had become. In the dark, silent mom
She laughs aloud as he writhes in pain, his skin sizzling and burning and stained with fresh barbecue sauce. She hears Dib laugh with her, and a chorus of several other students in making a social mockery of the horribly-disguised alien. The smile on her face never wavers, but inside she feels herself seething.
She tells herself its hate that drives her.
But what she hates the most right now is that she's laughing, and that these wretched little brainless Earth-children are laughing with her. She hates these moronic, ignorant pests for making a spectacle of him like this because even though she laughs with them, she knows somewhere that she
A/N: It's slash.
Disclaimer: If I owned IZ, would I be posting fanfiction on DeviantART?
No Return
How'd it ever come to this?
It's a question I've asked myself day in and day out for the last few... centuries, perhaps? I couldn't tell you for certain how long it's really been. I speak with complete certainty when I say that I can hardly remember a time before my life was consumed by this overwhelming burden. I did not ask to be robbed of my normal life, as if picked up like a poorly crafted toy inside a crane machine. A cold, hard, steel arm reaching down at the press of a button, its sharp claws blotting out the light as the
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Seven Times A Sinner: Pride
He shook his head, Why wont you just get over yourself and fucking admit it already?! I wont wait around forever, Red.
I never asked you to wait in the first place.
You said you loved me.
Im a liar.
A liar indeed; he thought to himself, I hate it when youre right.
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Seven Times A Sinner: Greed
Theyve long since forgotten why they embarked on universal conquest in the first place. Sure, it seemed like fun at the time. An endless stream of wealth and power and adoration, revered by all forms of life wasnt that what everyone wanted in the end?
They were holding most of the universe in their hands, and yet, they were both still unsatisfied.
They still felt the same emptiness they had felt since the day that they had met.
With half a universe at their feet, that hungry, empty feeling still lingered on. And with each unfulfilling victory came the desire for more. More territory, more weapons, more money, more everyth
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Seven Times A Sinner: Envy
He doesnt like to think that hes jealous of a garment, but Red cant seem to suppress the urge to tear his partners robe to shreds and feel the way Purples body moves for himself.
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Seven Times A Sinner: Gluttony
Its his vice, really.
He cant help the craving for sugar or other confections. Some days, he eats himself sick, just because he can.
Because his other addiction is far too dangerous to feed.
Feelings he knows he shouldnt have creep up on him in sleep and sugar is the only way he can keep himself awake, even if it does so at the expense of his health. This way, he can stand next to Red all day and not feel like his head is on fire. He does not run the risk of allowing himself to indulge in the fantasies that used to plague him at night, or acknowledge that the empty craving inside him is from his heart and not his stomach.
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Seven Times A Sinner: Lust
With his back pressed against the wall, he takes heavy, gasping breaths as the others tongue travels down his neck. A rush of heat from deep in his stomach sends an instinctual shudder up his spine and he moans involuntarily.
We cant, he breathes, and then finds his lips pressed against the others, you know that, hands running up his sides, please, we cant keep doing this. The last word comes out as a hiss when he feels teeth nipping at the skin just beneath his jaw.
Then tell me to stop. The other murmurs against his neck.
All he can do is whimper and moan, plas
Red never did understand why some irken's went through their long lives without a fight, without a drive. They just existed and that was boring.
He wanted to jump into raging rivers of Glaxium on the Poolum galaxy, the gushing liquid complete with terrifying monsters. Scale mountains on the Nebula Blark, and claim a few new peaks for the empire.
He wanted to discover and thrive not just on his wonderful planet of Irk but, made chaos throughout the universe.
As an Elite that would assure he could do all these things. But, even as one of the Empire's finest soldiers fighting alongside others of his kind he felt empty.
Yes adventure and
It's been an inexcusably long hiatus, but if anyone still cares, I've decided to continue with No Return on ff.n under a new username (since I cannot access my original). You can find chapter 19 here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12328511/1/No-Return-continued
Long story short, I started taking a medication that slowly crippled my creativity and severely impaired my ability to write. It happened slowly, so I didn't notice until I looked back on three years with no new work. I'm so sorry to everyone I let down by disappearing.
aw, thank you! Since DA kinda screwed the formatting up, I stopped posting fics here, but you can read more of my stuff on fanfiction.net under the same username. Here's the link. Hope you decide to check it out. Let me know what you think!