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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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. .)

This is a collection of short stories that revolve around character development rather than the blood and carnage we feast on in the manga. These chapters will be short and frequent. I would love suggestions and would love to hear what you think in the reviews. I hope you enjoy!

Haine abre los ojos y no recuerda nada, el perro le susurra y al ver la sangre comienza a darse cuenta. -angst, minor blood and gore, trigger warning, major character dead.

Badou trata de convencerse de lo que puede y no puede tener, y Haine termina por romperle todas sus creencias con un par de palabras. -drabble- HainexBadou

Luki Et Noki s'ennuient. Elles ont décidé d'aller jouer. Mais elles ne vont pas jouer à se battre, pas cette fois! Shojo-ai (Naoto/Luki-Noki)

Badou Nails, Heine Rammsteiner, and Naoto Fuyumine end up in a camp for troublesome teens in need of rehabilitation and counseling. Needless to say, the three aren't completely thrilled to be there. A summer camp AU full of mystery, intrigue, and sociopaths.

Family ain't cheap and neither is a chastity belt.

On a cold day with bad memories, a soft embrace brings all the warmth he needs. (drabble-sh Heine x Nill )

Kot, pomyłki, herbata. Zajączkowy drobiazg dla Hildegarde.

Once upon a time a young Mimi used a cliche line in order to save this little ginger pube from certain doom. The rest is history.

Badou receives some odd text messages from his brother, spurning him into a night of adventure to hopefully kick back with a few drinks and never remember while Dave cries like a bitch over what could have been. Warning warning, high furry voltage. Always read up on the darker corners of the internet before going to eccentric parties for animal enthusiasts.