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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A oneshot in which Mandark asks Dexter a question. Inspired by the dexdark discord and (god help me) JarJar Binks. 

General fic, safe for all ages. You can also interpret it as Dexter & Mandark friendship (frenemyship?) if you’d like.

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happy lny ficlet

Dexter walks into his laboratory, a fresh cup of coffee in hand, and finds himself face-to-face with a hot pink tiger.

He freezes in his tracks.

The tiger stares him down with an air of nonchalance, perched atop his keyboard as if it owns the place. Meanwhile, a continuous stream of  'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA' is scrolling rapidly across the monitor behind it, echoing the internal scream that Dexter's struggling to suppress.

Then the predator gives a great big yawn, displaying a very large, very sharp set of teeth.

"Heh heh...nice...kitty..." Dexter coos. He starts backing away, being very careful not to spill his coffee, even though his hand is starting to tremble.

Its large, glassy eyes blink slowly at him, ear twitching. Dexter gulps. In the back of his mind, much like the ceaseless stream of vowels rolling across his monitor, his brilliant brain helpfully supplies him with a barrage of tiger facts, narrated by a suspiciously Attenborough-esque voiceover. Tigers have been observed pouncing at speeds of up to 10 to 15 meters per second in short bursts. A tiger's bite force ranges from about 500 to 1000 pounds per square inch. This is strong enough to crush the skulls and bones of their prey in a matter of seconds...

"HI DEXTER!" DeeDee shouts from behind him. Dexter jumps, and coffee splashes out of his mug and right onto his lab coat. The hot liquid spills all over the floor.

"DEEDEE, RUN!" He shrieks, but his panic is soon dispersed when DeeDee starts laughing at him.

"Awwww, did Princess Floofy scare you?" DeeDee walks on over to the tiger, neatly stepping around the remnants of Dexter's morning breakfast. To his utter horror, she reaches up to the tiger's jaw and starts giving it scritches on the chin.

"Who's a good girl? Yes you are, yes you are-" The tiger closes its eyes and a deep, rumbling purr emits from its throat as DeeDee continues her ministrations.

"DeeDee, stop that." Dexter says, recovering himself. "That's a dangerous predator, not a housecat!"

"Actually, housecats are dangerous predators as well." A familiar nasally voice interrupts him. "Well, to the wrong people, of course."

Turning around, he realizes that behind him is none other than Mandark, who is pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose smugly. (The glasses immediately fall back down afterwards, though, which diminishes the evil genius effect quite soundly). He's wearing his all-red cape today rather than his black and red one, but the rest of his dorky outfit is the same.

"Mandark!! What are you doing here?!" Dexter scowls, brandishing his nearly-empty mug of coffee at him. A little bit spills out from the top, which Mandark eyes warily.

"I came by to borrow your BioGenesis Engine for a bit."

"Why?!"

"So I could give you your New Year's present." Mandark replies.

"New Year's was a month and 10 days ago."

"The solar one, yes. But not the lunar new year." Mandark grins. "Happy New Year, by the way."

"It will be a happy new year when you get this fuchsia feline out of my laboratory! Why on earth would you think I'd ever want this? I'm a DOG person -"

Mandark snickers.

"-you'd better get this wretched cat out of my lab right now, or I'm gonna lose it!"

Mandark holds up a hand. "To clarify, my dear Dexter, the tiger is not your present."

"...It's not?" Dexter asks, a little dumbfounded.

His rival shakes his head. "Of course not. The tiger isn't your zodiac animal."

"Oh," Dexter frowns. "Wait...It's not DeeDee's either."

"...Yeah, but she didn't like the ox." Mandark shrugs. 

"They're not as cute!" DeeDee says. 

"Speaking of which, I have some good news and bad news..." Mandark gives a sheepish grin. "Which do you want first?" 

Oh no. "What did you do?"

"So the bad news is, the ox broke your BioGenesis Engine during its rampage." Mandark says. "Bit of a bull in a China Shop situation." 

"For Einstein's sake..." Dexter pinches the bridge of his nose. "And the good news?"

"The good news is, before it broke it, I managed to make both of our zodiac animals!" Mandark beams, taking Dexter by the shoulders and spinning him round. "See?"

Across the room is crimson red goat with burnished gold horns that narrows its eyes at him. It gives a low, menacing bleat and paws the ground with its hoof. It looks like it's ready to charge. 

Dread sinks into the pit of Dexter's coffee-less stomach. 

"Mandark..." He says slowly. "...Remind me what your zodiac animal is again?"

He's answered by a loud, guttural roar from the back of his laboratory. 

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dexter's Laboratory Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Mandark Astronomanov/Dexter Characters: Dexter (Dexter's Lab), Mandark Astronomanov, Dee Dee (Dexter's Lab) Additional Tags: Dexdark, dexdarkholidayevent2023, dexdarkmas2023, open ended ending, some violence, Not between the boys, elf violence, Christmas, Oneshot, Christmas oneshot Summary:

“I don’t know how to explain this to you, but stabbing is not always the answer.”

Done for the dexdark christmas prompt 2023

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dexter's Laboratory Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Mandark Astronomanov/Dexter Characters: Dexter (Dexter's Lab), Mandark Astronomanov Additional Tags: Dexdark, Consensual Sex, Consensual, Smut, Gay, Vibrator, Gaming, inappropriate use of an xbox controller, butt plug, sex toy, Tiny bit of edging, Hands-free Orgasm, an inappropriate amount of Genshin Impact references, a climax that hits like Musou Shinsetsu, I am not sorry Summary:

Dexter and Mandark have game night. It doesn't really go as planned.

[dexlabs]

Remember to recycle your waste, kids!♻️

[flukesandspooks]

Mandark why are you lying? We know you love Dexter’s….

Modified hydrogen peroxide : )

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Idk what you're talking about, that word is clearly GUM.

[flukesandspooks]

Mandark would take gum right out of Dexter's mouth you can’t convince me otherwise.

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Gum ;)

***

It all started with the wrench.

"I want my wrench back, Mandark." Dexter says over their ComsLink. He's in the lab, and Mandark's out on patrol, helping to deal with another wave of fusion monsters.

"What's that - kkcch - can't hear you - kcchh - signal - breaking - sksks - up!" 

"Mandark, I can see you on the security cam." Dexter says, turning to the computer monitor in front of him. "You're literally rubbing tinfoil on your microphone."

As soon as he says that, he can see Mandark drop the tinfoil into the ground in a puddle of fusion matter. 

"And now you're littering!" Dexter points at the screen, then realizes that he's not actually there to see him point, and puts it down with a slight blush.

"Littering is only a problem if everyone does it." 

"Where's my wrench, Mandark?"

"Uhhh,” Mandark looks up at the security camera nervously. “I'll give it back later."

"When's later?"

"Sometime between now and forever."

"That's not helpful."

This time his reply is actually cut short by a roar. He sees monitor-Mandark swivel his head to look at something off screen.

"Shoot, okay they actually need me now. Later!!" 

Then he's off in a flash of red light.  

Sighing, Dexter switches off the feed and starts looking.

He knows he shouldn't, but he searches through "Mandark's" desk. (In truth, it's still dexlabs property, but Mandark took it over and it wasn’t worth the trouble). 

He finds the following: 

a handful of paperclips, bent into the letter M.

No less than 20 pens - most of them belong to Dexter 

Scattered post it notes, with various scribblings like Lunch @ 12 w/ Utonium or Thermocoupler – change power supply and one that just has a doodle of himself with stink lines coming out with an arrow pointing at him “Dex stinks”.

The rest of the drawer is a mess of electronic gizmos and gadgets, spare screws and the like. There’s also a bright yellow packet of Juicy Fruit gum nestled in the corner. 

Even though his wrench is still nowhere to be found, he tidies the rest of the desk in a neat, orderly fashion- stacking the post it notes, hooking the paperclips into a chain, and lining up the pens by color (after taking his pens back of course!) But because he’s still feeling salty, he takes the last stick of gum and leaves a doodle of Mandark with a turd for good measure. 

***

Later that night, when Mandark returns, Dexter asks him again for his wrench. 

“I’m still using it.” Mandark says, as he plops down at his desk and boots up his laptop. “You have a whole laboratory here, just use a spare.” 

“I want that one,” Dexter replies back stubbornly. 

Mandark rolls his eyes. “Y’know, for a guy who’s supposed to be a genius, you’re way too sentimental.”

“Says the guy who still wears his bumblebee tie from when he was 10.”

“That’s fashionable! It’s vintage!” Mandark replies, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, we have more important calculations we need to- hey.”

Mandark’s rifling through his drawer when he stops. 

"Were you in my desk??" Mandark asks, yanking open the drawer further. “HEY!”

Dexter unwraps the Juicy Fruit, making sure to throw away the silver wrapper. "Maybe." 

"Everything's completely disorganized." The other genius starts reshuffling things around. “Where are all my pens?”

“You mean my pens?” Dexter says, popping the bubblegum into his mouth and chewing as loudly as possible.

The other looks up at the sound. "...You took my gum!"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Dexter leans back in his chair, putting his feet up on the table and his hands behind his head. 

He proceeds to stare Mandark directly in the eyes as he blows the largest bubble he's ever blown in his life. It expands with every puff of air he feeds it, until it overtakes his vision.

Through the translucent pink sphere, he sees the blurry figure of Mandark marching over to him from across the laboratory. 

He pops the bubble before Mandark can, quickly winding up the wad of chewing gum back into his mouth with a smirk.

Mandark slams a hand on the wall behind him. "That's MINE, Dexter."

Dexter looks up at him and grins, "Oh don't worry, I’m only borrowing it.” It’s gross, but he makes a point of chewing with his mouth open so that Mandark can hear every smack. “...You see, unlike SOME people I always give back the things I borrow."

He opens his mouth, puts the wad of slimy Juicy Fruit on display. "Here, you want it back?" 

He expects Mandark to scream at him some more.

What he does not expect is for Mandark to take him up on his offer, lunging forward and smashing their lips together like two protons in a hadron collider. His tongue slips in, and it’s not unlike an eel, electrifying him with his touch and sending shockwaves down his spine. 

They commence what Dexter can only best describe as a sort of gum-hockey match, as Mandark tries in vain to carry away his prize only for Dexter to wrestle it back from him.    

The gum nearly rolls down his throat, and Dexter makes a choked noise and tilts his head forward, which only has the effect of deepening their kiss. His lips are searing hot and he’s still attacking him relentlessly, as though he’s trying to suck half his face off in his quest for the pilfered gum. 

Dexter gropes around his chest until he finds his tie and closes his fist around it, wrinkling the fabric. (Mandark’s too damn tall for his own good, it isn’t fair for him to be standing while Dexter’s sitting down). He yanks him down; Mandark retaliates by tangling his hand in his curls and doing the same. He catches a glimpse of Mandark’s ardent gaze before their glasses click again and fog with the condensation of their heat. 

At some point, the gum disappears. Dexter doesn’t know, doesn’t care where. All he perceives is the universe that has narrowed to this single focal point. His heart pounds hard and desperate, his head spins from lack of oxygen; yet kissing Mandark is like coming up for air. 

Suddenly the chair dips backward, unable to take both of their weights. They tumble onto the floor, chests heaving as they catch their breath. 

“...What happened to the gum?”

“I swallowed it. >:] ” 

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Dexter’s Laboratory FF doodle!

Finally Dexter and Mandark get along, and sometimes enjoy a little play together on their PCs.

Nerd power ACTIVATED!!

Also, part of the FusionFall Headcanons, but I’ll explain it later, because there’s a long story behind this.

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"I AM BALTHAZAR, LORD OF THE DIREWOLVES. TREMBLE BEFORE MY MIGHT, PUNY HUMANS."

Balthazar raised his head, his mouth curled into a vicious snarl, long rows of jagged teeth streaked with blood from the last party of adventurers. Around his neck was a ruby amulet on a gold chain.

Dexter, Mandark, and DeeDee came to a halt as Balthazar gave another roar.

"Aww, he's so fluffy!" DeeDee said. "He's the one with the plushie right?"

"Quiet, DeeDee, you're interrupting the cutscene!" Dexter hushed her.

"It's just a roar and then more whining about trespassers on his domain, blah blah blah," Mandark said, reaching over to the coffee table for the bowl of chips. Dexter elbowed him, and Mandark retaliated by crunching the chip as loudly and obnoxiously as possible. Bits of potato chip scattered all over their laps.

"You're going to get crumbs all over the couch and our laptops." Dexter grumbled, turning his laptop upside-down to shake the crumbs on Mandark.

"If you don't like it, then trade seats with me so I can be closer to the chips."

On screen, Balthazar continued. "Those who trespass on my domain shall never see the light of day. Prepare to die!"

Then he let out another earth-shattering roar that shook the screen.

"Okay, so Dexter, you kite him and I'll take flank. DeeDee can tank, and I'll cast Grim Resilience to counter the debuff from his Alpha Howl-"

"Why do I have to kite him? Why don't you kite him?" Dexter argued.

"It's the most effective means of increasing our survival rate."

"By how much?"

"I'd estimate about 32.33%, repeating of course-"

"Uh, guys?" DeeDee asked. Balthazar was advancing towards them. But still, they continued bickering.

Balthazar swiped at them, slashing their hitpoints by a couple hundred each. DeeDee engaged the wolf head on, swinging her greatsword to slice it for 300 hitpoints.

"-but why are you hitting him with arcane damage when he has a lower resistance to fire elemental damage? Did you run the damage calculation on this?"

"Well if you'd bothered to read my most recent wiki contribution, a simple damage calculation shows that-"

The direwolf gave an intimidating roar, and DeeDee watched with dismay as several down arrows appeared over her character, lowering her defense.

"Seriously," she said, pressing frantically at the keys to kite the direwolf as it circled her. "Can you guys do something?"

"-Uh, I did read it actually and I crunched the numbers and your damage tables are wrong, off by a whole 0.21%."

"They are not wrong, you're just neglecting to account for my skill Arcane Augmentation, which would buff my output by 0.5% for every point allocated to the Arcane arts-"

"Guys? Hello?" DeeDee ran around Balthazar and leading him away from their idling characters. On screen, Mandark's character gave a yawn and stretched his arms in the air.

"But why would you do that when I could cast Dark Infusion and Mystic Aura to enhance both of our spells??"

"Because those don't stack!"

"They DO stack."

"Mandark I have been playing this game for 2 years and I can tell you with certainty-"

A glowing purple aura engulfed DeeDee's character and the words Mandarke cast Dark Infusion on the party floated in the chatbox, followed by Mandarke cast Mystic Aura.

She took the opportunity to swing at Balthazar again, using her special Paladin ability, Divine Strike. A ray of light cut through the wolflord's shoulder.

"…Oh."

"I told you. It was in the most recent patch notes."

"I have to reperform the calculation, what level is your Dark Infusion?"

Rolling her eyes, DeeDee finished off the boss herself while Mandark and Dexter pulled out their graphing calculators and ran the numbers.

"-with the stacking effects this significantly boosts the potential damage output-""

DeeDee landed a finishing blow, sending the direwolf's hitpoints to zero.

On screen, Balthazar gave a final howl to the full moon. That's when Dexter and Mandark snapped to attention.

"What's happening-?!"

Balthazar fell to his knees, the giant direwolf panting heavily as the dark aura around it dissipated. The amulet around his neck suddenly cracked, breaking in two and falling to the ground.

"I thank you, human. The curse upon me has been lifted. At last, I am at peace." Balthazar gave a low bow to DeeDee.

"Yay!!" DeeDee clapped.

An iridescent crescent moon floated down from the air. "Please take this as your reward for freeing me from this torment."

"OOooOO pretty!" DeeDee said, plucking the crystal.

"Hey!! Wait!" Dexter said. "We're supposed to roll for that-"

"…It went to the party member who did the most damage." Mandark said. "It's a damaged based loot distribution system."

In the chatbox, DeeDee wrote, "Thanks Balthazar! :)"

"DeeDee, it's an NPC you don't need to thank it." Dexter rolled his eyes. "Let her have her fun."

"Anyway!" She closed her laptop. "That was cool but I'm gonna go do something else now. Have fun!"

Then she waltzed away. ( It would take Dexter and Mandark about 2 more hours of calculations before they were ready to do battle with the respawned direwolf.

To add insult to injury, a few days later DeeDee got the Balthazar plushie with a little amulet in the mail. )

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TimeWars drabble

inspiration-This is how you lose the time war by Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone

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Mordecai goes on ahead, Dexter leaves Strand 2218 to its demise. The portal closes behind him for one last time, sound fading into a whisper quiet. The remainder of the branch stretches out before him, connecting to the trunk of a vast, towering tree that has never been measured. He supposes he should be thankful that this strand is easy to abscond, as he deftly hooks himself onto a neighboring branch, swinging themselves with ease to safety.

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12 drabble because i dont know it is midnight-twenty am. i will call it “acrobatics”

its not even really 12 exe, it’s just 12′s thoughts drabbling okay here we go wee

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TimeWars drabble

inspiration-This is how you lose the time war by Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone

More under Keep Reading. May add onto this if I am bored.

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can’t sleep

writing under here! tw: egotrip, ego trip, check the tags etc.

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same tw’s apply yo. nothing happens im just closing out the scene because idk

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Coveted Genius drabble

“Yes, you’re marrying my sister. But you’re in love with me.”

“I love her.”

“Then you’re a fool. I was the only one who was ever worthy of your affection. I stood alone as your intellectual equal and I only could ever comprehend your genius. We alone can understand one other, the way none of these apes can.”

“She-” Mandark said haltingly, “she…makes me happy.” But even as the words fell from his lips he could not help the wavering uncertainty that underlined them.

Dexter gave a sarcastic laugh. “Tell me, Mandark, does it make you happy when your fiancée asks you if Galileo is a type of ice cream?”

He was advancing on Mandark now, with slow, deliberate steps.

“Do you love the way her eyes glaze over when you talk about your work? Is she a nice little pet for you, a little doll for you to take care of because she cannot even take care of herself?”

“How can you talk about your own sister like that?” Mandark asked, backing up as Dexter advanced.

“Yes, you’ve chosen a fine prize for yourself, Mandark,” Dexter continued, “A pretty little trophy wife for you to take home and admire. She’s beautiful, oh yes, but beauty was all DeeDee was ever good for.

When the years go by and her beauty tarnishes, your affection will wane. One day, her vapid little stares stop being cute. Her clumsy fingers will break something precious and you’ll grit your teeth and pretend that it’s fine, everything’s fine. Her constant questioning will grate your nerves and one day you will scream at her. You will realize your sham of a marriage, that you’ve shackled yourself to a child, not a partner. Everything will crumble to ashes, and all that will be left is aching void.

And then, Mandark, you will remember me. Because I’m the only one who could ever match your raw intellect, I’m the only one that makes you feel alive.”

Dexter was standing toe to toe with him, looking up at him with the same intensity he had all those years ago, when he had stolen his first kiss.

“But go ahead. Go to your wedding with my blessing, for I know it is folly to stop a fool when he has his mind set. Take your little doll home, to your cookie-cutter suburb and play with her. Feed her, clothe her, and buy her pretty shiny gifts with the rewards you reap from your life’s work - work that she would never comprehend even if she had ten thousand lifetimes on this Earth!”

Dexter gripped him by the shoulders and pinned him to the wall with a rough shove. Their foreheads were nearly touching as Dexter leaned forward. His azure eyes were shining with an unparalleled intensity that froze Mandark in place.  

“Remember this, Mandark.” His voice was low and husky, and despite himself Mandark could feel his heart pounding in his chest - more rapidly than it ever had with DeeDee. “Remember this, as you are standing in the aisle declaring your vows of holy matrimony,” He was breathing in Dexter’s carbon dioxide, getting dizzy from lack of air but unable to pull himself away. “When you look into her eyes, remember that all you’ve ever wanted was me.”

And at that Mandark could not reply, finding himself falling helpless as he stared into Dexter’s eyes and the perspicacity and power they held.

But before their lips met, he drew back, a smile on his face. Mandark braced himself against the wall, finding himself gasping for air even though nothing had happened.

“When you grow weary of play, you know where to find me,” Dexter said, as he turned heel and left the room.

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corporate AU drabble about mandark’s business proposal

Dexter settles in the MegaCorp break room, placing the box of convenience store sushi on the table. Normally, he isn’t one to go for sushi (the raw fish gives rise to many horrifying images of bacteria and worms crawling on the surface), but this particular store has an excellent selection of imitation crab that is precooked before being cooled and rolled.

He’s about to dig in, when Mandark slams open the break room door. “Dorkster! There you are-” Mandark stops, mouth agape.

“What in Newton’s name is that?” he exclaims, pointing at Dexter’s lunch.

“Um…Sushi?” Dexter answers, incredulous. He tilts the plastic box.

“This,” Mandark swipes the box from Dexter and descends into an apoplectic fit of epic proportions. “This! Travesty! is not! sushi!” He shakes the box at Dexter. The California rolls rattle inside the clear plastic, “This isn’t even food.”

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A sad dexdark drabble. Dont read if you dont wanna be depressed.

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my back hurts; “it started in summer”

I threw out my back and I’m in P A I N  so I’m gonna be slow to update my fic ugh :(( writing on my phone and editing on my phone when I can. idk when ch 13 will be out. sorry it just hurts so much just gahhhhhhhhhhhhh to appease the dexdark deities I offer this drabble I wrote in a fever dream forever ago titled “it started in summer”::

It started in summer.

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WIP Six Sentence Sunday

(more than 6 sentences) Dexter tries the restraints.

He feels silk gliding over skin, firm but not enough to stymie his circulation. He nods, “It’s fine,” he replies, a small smirk on his face. “Sufficiently tight. I’m astonished you can even tie a knot this well at all.”

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vampire serum drabble

This one’s called “the one with the vampire serum”, a drabble that probably won’t be continued. Summary: Everything has a price. When Mandark finds himself at the mercy of his rival, he’ll question whether this price is too high to pay. But what choice does he have?

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