A Collection of Naoto/Heine Drabbles and Short Fic based off given prompts. Welcome to new prompts in the comments. Potential spoilers through out.

On a television screen was a film from some age long since passed where people still filmed in black and white, and Badou had long since stopped caring. The thing he did care about was the fact that Heine was in his apartment, lying on his couch, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. The weird thing was it had become normal.

Naoto Fuyumine needed some time alone. Just her, and the special aphrodisiacs she brought with her to make her alone time give her the relief she needed. [Contains belly expansion, breast expansion and sexual content]

Estos, sus colmillos gentiles, a veces le causan un pavor absurdo. *H & BL* . *Ménage à trois* Para Binge Eater!

When Haine and Badou get drunk and bored things get weird. Haine x Badou. Warnings: M/M

Ellos sólo saben ladrar.

Los besos de Magato son mitad beso mitad infierno. Magato/Naoto. Adv: weird and kinky(?) Regalo para 13doll.

Just something I saw on the Internet that I really felt deserved to be just a bit longer than what I originally read.

A fan asked me to make a fanfic with the name mari so I did really Sexual Michael Johnson was the one who submitted the idea

The spontaneous was difficult to chide when the participation was faultable in equal parts. It was a flaw Naoto was aware of, the correlation between high strung emotions and making brash decisions she would not under cooler circumstances. Being pushed up over a small table and back against the wall was not a cool situation. Neither was the assault of kisses on her neck and sore

Mihai/Ian. Set sometime during volume 0. Part Eleven of the Alphabet Chronicles. He abruptly lets go of Ian, unable to process the younger man's face, his words. He understood the implications all too well.

A one-shot feels heavy thing I wrote.

Sometimes you need a little help coming clean. / An almost domestic drabble that takes place almost entirely in a bathtub. HeineXBadou, Mild language, slight fluff. Barely rated T. **Per your request - chapter two! (Which is really just two teeny tiny bits**

"Enough of the questions" Badou growled She didn't pay attention. "What?" 'I said" "Not you" She shushed "Can it work the same way for two women or say two men?" "Yes, some of the mechanics are a bit different" Heine looked relieved "Wait" Badou you started "Are you"

Giovanni is trying his best to remember, but his memories are slowly disappearing all because Mother wanted to try and make them stronger. He began to fear that he would forget Heine, forget their score.

Liar Part 1 Heine- He is a machine of death fueled by terror continuously mocking those in life. He is a killer. This is the lie he chooses. HeinexBadou BadouxHeine

The story of Dogs with my OC in it. I am going to go into my direction at one point, so it's not gonna follow the story directly. Please give it a try I really gave it my best at this story. There is a mysterious person in Haine's (Heine) past and now 2 years after her disappearance, things start to change for the worst. And no one is ready for it. Rated T for Dogs language

Dunno Bro

Les habían prometido una misión fácil, pero el Perro que vivía dentro de Haine parecía inquieto por algo

Krótka miniatura obrazująca szorstkie, ale bliskie relacje Badou i Heinego.

He trusts her when he can scarcely trust himself. [Spoilers up to chapter 94.]

just an idea i had dont know how far it is going to go

What if there was another side to Naoto? Cold weather leads to a change in perspectives. (Not so good at picking genres but they are relevant. - -lll Romance isn't really emphasized and there is some dark themes. 1st story so please be nice with criticisms. .)

A suffering artist known as Haine Rammsteiner finds that as he is further drenched in the red lacquer of madness, his creations have become masterpieces of mere chaos. As he struggles to overcome the moments of drowning red, an old friend, pushed by his own internal demons, returns with a quest to save Haine once and for all.

They always had some sort of connection, both being made with one thing in mind, one purpose. The dog to be an unstoppable killing machine for its master, the angel to allure and entice devils in human form. They understood and got along well with each other because of this. Now it seems like old wounds are final beginning to heal...only for new ones to open up in their place.