It's almost 6:00am as I am posting this and I've had no sleep. I have been up entertaining plot bunnies and having a really fun and random all night convo with a fellow fic writer yay! Out of all that, this thought popped up. We were talking about het pairings and I said what would it be like if the slash pairings killed off all the het pairings? Well…we will soon find out…bwaha ha ha bwa ha
This fic is dedicated to wrestling slash writers and their insane yet lovable musi. :)
Death to Het
Chapter One: The Plot Begins
It was a quiet night in the wrestling section of fanfiction. Most of the wrestlers were snug up in their beds except for slash Shawn Michaels who stared at the ceiling, his mind working out a devious plot. A smirk crossed his face and he startled when slash Hunter gave a loud snort in his sleep. He stifled a giggle then nudged his sleeping lover.
"Hunt…" He whispered gruffly and propped himself up on one elbow. Hunter mumbled something incoherent and stirred in his sleep rustling the covers and pulling them up so Shawn's toes were exposed. Shawn used one of his exposed toes to poke his lover in the butt until Hunter rolled over in irritation and swatted at Shawn. Shawn just laughed and ran a hand through his long golden brown hair. Hunter opened his eyes to slits and pouted at Shawn for waking him up.
"What? It's like 5:00 am are you insane? Go to sleep."
"I'm thinking." Shawn said rubbing at the stubble on his jaw.
"Oh no, this can not be good." Hunter groaned and buried his nose in his pillow. "Go to sleep Shawn, you know the writers will be up early and start needing us as their musi. There's nothing worse than a groggy musi and you know how the writers can get when they're displeased with us."
"Well if we go through with this plan I'm thinking of I think a lot of our writers will be very pleased." Shawn smirked and grabbed a small notebook from the nightstand and scribbled nearly illegible chicken scratches into it. With each line he added he looked just a little more possessed. At last Hunter's concern outweighed his need for shut eye and he stole the notebook away from Shawn.
"Hey, give it back!" Shawn whined reaching for it but Hunter held it out of Shawn's reach. As Hunter began to read his smile grew wider and wider. Shawn crawled over Hunter and flailed his arms in an attempt to retrieve the kidnapped notes but instead he lost his balance and toppled off the bed and onto the floor in an unceremonious crash.
"This is freaking gold Shawn!" Hunter hollered excited as he thumbed through the miniature pages.
"Actually it's recycled paper stuff." Shawn said sitting up and rubbing at his head tossing his hair askew.
Hunter threw the bed sheets aside and flew out of the bed and disappeared from the bedroom with Shawn's notebook in hand leaving the Showstopper in confusion. After Hunter didn't return for a few minutes Shawn began to worry that he might have been called out by one of the writers…and when Hunter was called out in the middle of the night he often forgot to lock the door. Hunter was just that way. It was always up to Shawn to make sure the house was buckled up safe.
Shawn padded into the living room and found Hunter still at home stretched out on the couch with Shawn's notebook in one hand and his cell phone in the other.
"Hunt, what are you doing?" Shawn questioned stretching and groaning when his back crackled in protest. He rubbed at his blue-grey eyes and yawned, Hunter was right, the lack of sleep was beginning to catch up to him.
"I'm calling everyone. I'm calling all the slash musi! Shawn this is the best idea you have ever had and we are so going to do it!" Hunter pumped the phone up and down in the air excitedly then pressed the speed dial number for slash Mark.
A few hours later Shawn was putting on coffee and several slash musi were gathered in the living room talking excitedly over Shawn's plan. Out there on fanfiction the het musi were still sleeping and completely unaware of any plotting against them. Het John Cena slept snuggly in his bed with Torrie cuddled next to him. Trish was there the night before but they had gotten into an argument where Trish accused het Cena of being secretly slash. Cena grew pale at the idea of ever being paired with a guy let alone the normal slash Cena pairings like Cena/Randy. He was so disgusted that he ordered Trish out of his house.
She just pouted and went see het Randy and fortunately for her Randy and Mickie had just had a terrible fight that night. It seems Mickie had asked Randy if the pants made her ass look big and he made the unforgivable mistake of stammering: "Well um…" after that it was all over. When Maria found out about the fight she asked Randy the same question about her own behind. At that early in the morning Randy was not fully awake and his delayed response earned him a pillow to the face and Maria left to be with het Jeff. In a different het household Adam slept on the couch because Vicki had thrown him out again. He wished Lita would come over but she was with Matt, damn her! Hunter slept soundly in his bed snoring away and he didn't even notice that Stephanie had snuck away in the night to have a secret meeting held in Chris Jericho's bedroom. He was so freaking oblivious it was pathetic.
The rest of the het pairings thought they were safe in their own homes and were simply getting a good nights rest before the fic writers came back and needed inspiration or guinea pigs for demented plot bunnies. But wouldn't those writers get a surprise when they found one of their het musi and a diva or two murdered? The only question was…who would be first?
The slash musi sat in a circle in Shawn/Hunter's living room sipping coffee and discussing means of torture. This was going to be way too fun.
Oh oh oh! What do you think!!! Reviews plz! Oh yeah and one thing...I am thinking there is no such creature as Het Shawn. Shawn seems ALWAYS slash when he is in ffic . Can anyone confirm or deny?