Hey, everyone? Want to know how this story was created? Cue flashback!
Me: Hey, Wherever Girl, nice job on your 'Lessons in Common Decency' story.
WG: Thanks. I namely just wrote it for Tracker78 and her husband, just to show some support.
Me: Wish I could have done something like that. Maybe I will! …but what can I do?
WG: Hmm… (we look at some fan-art on DA, coming across a fluff-manga) *gasp!* You could write fluff-drabbles!
Me: Okay! …but, uh, how do I do it without getting anyone OOC?
WG: …Don't ask me. I do it anyway.
Me: Wanna help me then?
WG: Am I getting paid?
Me: Um, no… but I've got muffins!
WG: Deal!
And that is how our story, "FangFluffs", was born ^-^ Dedicated to Tracker78, and special thanks to WG for her help.
The drabble can be between ANY characters from the show and fan-fic stories. We're talking heroes-heroes, heroes-villains, villains-villains, heroes-OC, OC-OC, author-heroes, author-author, and author-OC. All OC belong to Tracker, WG, FF2, and SC9; and all original Fangface characters belong to Joe Ruby and Ken Spears.
Well, WG, is there anything you'd like to say to the public before we begin.
WG: Sure do, ATF… NEVER drink coffee after midnight!
With that said, read on and review, while I get my co-author a sedative. (I told you no caffeine past sundown- this always happens!)
WG: Just show 'em the story! (sips white-chocolate mocha)
Your therapy bills are going to sky-rocket… *sigh* Alright, here we go.
Fluff Pairing: Fangface and Pugsy
Notable disclaimer: Based off a manga drawn by ~she-wolf91 on DeviantArt
It was dark in the city, thin clouds slowly floating by the moon as Pugsy walked the streets. It was 5 in the morning, and the teen had just finished helping his friends solve a case involving a cat-masked-man trying to kidnap animals from an animal shelter, turning out to be a psycho-scientist who was using said animals for lab experiments, only to make the mistake of trying to kidnap Fangface-mistaking him for a large dog at first- who only threw him into a cage and locked him up for the police.
The case had taken them hours to complete, what with having to investigate the scene of the crime, sneak around town in search of the maniac, having to deal with Fangface turning into Fangs mid-mission and having to save his neck, turning him back into Fangface- who attacked Pugsy on sight as was always expected- and finally setting a trap to capture the crook. Now, at last, everyone could go home.
A cool wind blew, and Pugsy shivered a bit but kept walking on, keeping his eyes on the shadows while he walked alongside the curb, close to the light. Having grown up on the rough side of town, he knew only a fool would walk in the shadows- unless they were a gangster or mugger, waiting to mob someone. He kept his hands in his pockets, ignoring the slight chill and staying alert, mentally kicking himself for turning down Biff's offer for a ride home, having figured- since his house was only a few blocks down the street- it wouldn't hurt to walk home. He also figured his friend was equally tired from the case and wanted to get home as soon as possible, and decided to save him the burden of having to carpool, though didn't really say it out loud considering Kim had accepted his offer. The only one who didn't accept was Fangs (having been changed back from Fangface after the case, as always), who decided to visit the Moon-Acre Café to get a smoothie, having had nothing to put in his stomach since the case began (not remembering that Fangface had tried to eat Pugsy at one point).
Once Fangs started heading to the café with the crescent-shaped logo on its window, Pugsy had broken into a sprint down the street. He slowed down once he was sure he was out of sight of the werewolf's transformation, and that was when he began to feel timid. Not about being ambushed by the likeable-lycan, though… no, in the late night/early-morning hours, before the sun was up, many eerie strangers stood in the alleys. Sometimes they were passed out, other times they'd have gone home too tired, and most times they walked the streets looking for something to do. Some would just call out trash-talk, some would pay someone no mind… but there were some who had twisted minds to start fights, either to get money or just cause pain and suffering.
And Pugsy ran into the latter.
There was a busted street-light near his house, and he sensed there was a stranger in the shadows, waiting to pounce. It's only a few feet to the next light, and the sun will be up soon anyhow. Pugsy told himself. I can make it- and if anyone lunges, I'll just clobberize them before they can lay a hand on me.
He ran through the dark spot in the street, reaching the other light-
Before he made it, a hand grabbed him by the shirt-collar and yanked him into an alley, slamming him against the wall. "Give me your wallet, and I'll let you live." a dirty-blonde haired man with five o'clock shadow, wearing a ragged trench coat, snarled.
In response, Pugsy kicked him in the stomach, knocking the man into a waste-bin. "Geez, don't you creepos have anything better to do than wait for someone to walk in the shadows?" he scoffed. "Get a job, pinhead. I ain't giving you my cash,"
"Have it your way then…" the mugger lunged, but Pugsy was ready, swinging a punch and striking the man in the jaw. "You little…!"
The teen dodged as the man lunged, but was caught by the shoulder. He elbowed him in the ribs, only to get an upper-cut in the cheek. Pugsy then swung his fist to knock the man out, not noticing he had drawn a knife-
He felt pain, and felt blood leaking through his shirt, seeing that the man had slit his stomach. "Ohh-!" he grunted, clutching his side. The mugger then knocked him to the ground, watching the teenager hold his hand against his wound, approaching and raising his knife, ready to stab him to death.
Then there was a sound that Pugsy had heard a hundred times before and found annoying… but at this moment, he was glad to hear it.
His knife still raised, the man looked over his shoulder, his eyes widening in fright when he saw a large, furry figure standing behind him, looking very, very angry. The werewolf locked eyes with the man, seeing his dark expression reflecting in the man's pupil, seeing the fear in the crook's eyes as he dropped the knife and tried to run…
No use. Fangface swung his claws, making a gash in the man's coat, yet drawing no blood, startling the man enough to make him stumble. The werewolf grabbed him by the neck, glaring into his eyes. "This is for hurting my pal," he growled, then threw the man into a group of bins. The crook stood up, dazed, then fell unconscious.
Pugsy sat up, still holding his side. "F-Fangface?" he whispered as the werewolf approached him.
Fangface held out his paw, grabbing Pugsy by the hand. "*grr* Right here," he answered, helping his friend to his feet, but with the pain in his side and the gash leaking blood, he stumbled and fell, almost hitting the ground if the werewolf didn't lean forth and catch him, holding him in his arms.
Pugsy held on tight, shaking a bit. He was wounded, felt weak, and was scared, yet at the same time relieved that the werewolf had tracked him down- like he figured he would sooner or later, as usual. Fangface had saved his life- yes, there were cases in which Pugsy had to save him (namely Fangs) as well, but those were more of kidnapping, hostage, and dangerous stunt matters… he could have been murdered if it wasn't for the werewolf. He wanted to say all this, but didn't want his friend to think he was a wimp, let alone with the pain he was feeling he didn't think he could pour out so much in one sentence.
Keeping his arms around the werewolf's abdomen, he simply said, "Thanks… you really saved my neck this time, buddy." quietly to himself, yet loud enough for his friend to hear.
Fangface, being a werewolf thereby having the instinct to sense fear, could easily tell Pugsy was shaken-up about the fight- though, knowing Pugsy was always one to keep a tough-image, didn't really bring it up. He kept his arms around him, resting his muzzle on his head. "Anytime, Pugs," he replied. He paused, then, feeling something warm, and pulled back to find blood on his fur, and remembered the gash in Pugsy's side. "Ooh, ooh, Pugs! Your stomach!"
"I-It's alright, Fangface. It's not that bad," Pugsy replied, trying to keep up appearances, and held the wound. "Lets just get back to my place… ohh…" the pain was getting to him, and he began to see spots, but blinked them away, kneeling on the ground.
"*grr* Pugsy, I might not be a genius, but I'm smart enough to know see that wound is pretty bad. That ain't a paper-cut you've got there *grr* …though those hurt too. We've got to take care of it,"
"I'll be fine, really-"
"Are you kidding? You're bleeding all over the place!" Fangface lay a paw on his shoulder, making him lean back. "Lie down and hold still."
"Are you crazified?!"
"No- I'm just concerned." The werewolf pulled a medical kit out of his cap and pulled out stitching-thread, a needle, some rubbing alcohol and cotton, and some bandages.
Pugsy's eyes widened. "Is that a needle?!"
"*grr* Yeah. I need something to use to stitch up your stomach."
He tried to stand. "No way am I letting you use a needle on me- oof!" Fangface pushed him back down.
"Ah, stay down and shut up! It won't hurt,"
"Isn't that what they say to the guys who go in the electric chair?"
"Shush, otherwise I'll slip up." With that, Fangface rolled up Pugsy's shirt, then used an alcohol-dipped cloth to clean away some of the blood.
Pugsy moaned, looking upward. I can see the obituary now: 'Boy sliced on the stomach- put to death slowly when a nitwolf tried to perform surgery'! he thought, then took a deep breath. No, calm down Pugs… you can trust him. He's already helped you once tonight, he can do it ag-
"Agh…!" Pugsy grunted/yelped, feeling the needle touch his skin, and began to wince. By reflex, he grabbed Fangface by his free-arm, gripping it.
One of Fangface's paws held the needle, while the other paw was rested on Pugsy's stomach, which he lifted to his shoulder. "It's alright, Pugs. I'll be careful," he said softly, then began to put in the stitches, feeling his friend grip his arm tighter. "Everything will be okay, shh… I'm almost done,"
Pugsy kept his eyes shut, his grip loosening as he listened, trying not to think about the needle, or the blood, or the pain that remained. Finally, he heard the sound of scissors snipping at thread, and saw that the werewolf was done, the stitch-line looking smaller than he figured. The werewolf then took out the bandages, having the teen sit up enough so he could wrap them around his stomach to keep the stitches in place. "How'd you learn to stitch up a wound that well?" he had to ask.
"Hey, it's no different than sewing up a tear in the fabric… except with skin. *grr* To tell the truth, the blood was kind of hard to work around. Plus, one of my relatives is a doctor, and my sister is studying medicine… so I sort of picked up a few things from them too." Fangface answered honestly. "Wasn't difficult- I just focused on sealing that gash so you wouldn't die. Simple."
The werewolf finished wrapping the bandages and sealed them on, then helped Pugsy to his feet. Seeing that his gray fedora had fallen onto the ground, Fangface picked it up and handed it back to him. "Thanks, Fangface… you really know how to come through," the teen admitted.
Fangface grinned, putting an arm around his shoulders and walking out of the alley with him, just as the morning sun was starting to rise. "Lets go home,"
A/N: I added a few of my own ideas (as well as WG's) to this to keep it interesting, let alone original (as in, unlike in the picture, Fangface stitched up Pugsy's wound rather than just bandaged it), as well as the dialogue. …Doesn't it just make you feel all warm and fuzzy?
WG: Just goes to show the benefits of having a werewolf for a friend… and the side-affects of consuming caffeine before bedtime.
Which reminds me… it's pretty late, WG. Aren't you tired the least bit?
WG: Me?! Not one- (thunk) *zzzzzzzzzzzz…*
*sigh* Well, this story just goes to show one thing…
WG: (snaps awake) Even insanity needs a partner! (thunk) *zzzzzz…*
And remember, do not flame-
WG: (snaps awake again) Or we'll tear out your vitals and feed them to the birds!
Go to sleep already!
WG: I will once you do!
Nah, I'll be up the rest of the night.
WG: Same here! …Last one to fall asleep gets to pick the next pairing!
You're on!
*thunk-thunk!*
(both authors fall asleep at the same time)
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz….