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[revenantpoet]

Hallowboned: Chapter Sixteen

An angel AU narrative poetry fic

Rating: Teen Pairing: Vashwood Summary:

It’s not every day That you watch a fucking angel Fall out of the fucking sky Nicholas D. Wolfwood Wouldn’t exactly call himself a superstitious man (Despite being raised Catholic A dubious choice for any parent to make Or, in his case Orphanage to make) But watching a human-shaped body Tumble down out of the heavens And leave a small crater in the street below Well, it does something to you And all he had wanted was a late-night smoke

Excerpt:

"And how the hell would a guy like you Teach a guy like me How to dance?" Wolfwood is tempted to pull away To flick Vash on the forehead for being a little shit To get some distance Some time to actually think For his heart to stop fluttering and lashing around Like one of Vash’s wings Vash laughs again A fun drunk, apparently (Though Wolfwood still isn't sold on his drunkenness) "Easily! I've had a lot of time to watch, you know, So much time to learn. It's all I could do to connect with people, You know?"

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[weirdcat1213]

hallowboned either has me like this >:3 or like this :C when i read it, literally no in between

[revenantghost]

Oh, god

I thought this would only be, like, 20-30k and... I don’t even know if I’m at the third mark

What have I done

[hopesoath-blog]

@hallowboned​

Hinata Hajime took an interest in people. Perhaps because he had been running away from people his whole life before this point, from now on he wanted to face them head on. If he could do that he might be able to face himself as well. 

He had been looking for a certain white haired boy, but easily mistook him for another. He felt a little bit bad, grabbing that person’s attention and turning them around only to quickly say, nevermind it’s not you so he tried to come up with a topic of conversation. He reached up for the bits of spiky short brown hair and played with them between his fingers. 

“I like your eye, tattoo... scar... thing. It’s very asymmetrical character design wise. I see you and I share the same aesthetic.” He said as he widened one of his target like eyes to emphasize how one of them was red, and glowed slightly and the other was colorless. “My name’s Hinata, I’m looking to make new friends, because all of my friends are kind of annoying and weird.” Also they were murderers and wanted terrorists, but that was like a secondary issue to what he had to deal with on a daily basis. 

[revenantpoet]

Hallowboned: Chapter Fourteen

An angel AU narrative poetry fic

Rating: Teen Pairing: Vashwood Summary:

It’s not every day That you watch a fucking angel Fall out of the fucking sky Nicholas D. Wolfwood Wouldn’t exactly call himself a superstitious man (Despite being raised Catholic A dubious choice for any parent to make Or, in his case Orphanage to make) But watching a human-shaped body Tumble down out of the heavens And leave a small crater in the street below Well, it does something to yo And all he had wanted was a late-night smoke

Excerpt:

Meryl looks about ready to throw Wolfwood through a window And despite being like half his size She, of all people, probably could Defenestration has never been such a real possibility in Wolfwood’s life Until now "What do you mean, You don’t know?" Meryl hisses at Wolfwood While he's trying to do his job "Listen, alright. It's his business anyway, I shouldn't be talking about whatever's wrong with him." Wolfwood keeps his voice low Because there are customers around But Meryl doesn't seem to care "I just asked you if he's okay! I just want any info after yesterday, And I’m not asking him Because he's tired, and I don't want to bother him!" Meryl throws her hands up "It’s not that complicated!” “Look, I don't know!" Wolfwood grows back About to chuck her away himself It's just a waiting game to see who cracks first "He's not well. That's all I've got!"

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[revenantpoet]

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

Hallowboned: Chapter Seven

An Angel AU narrative poetry fic

Rating: Teen Pairing: Vashwood Summary:

It’s not every day That you watch a fucking angel Fall out of the fucking sky

Nicholas D. Wolfwood Wouldn’t exactly call himself a superstitious man (Despite being raised Catholic A dubious choice for any parent to make Or, in his case Orphanage to make) But watching a human-shaped body Tumble down out of the heavens And leave a small crater in the street below Well, it does something to you

And all he had wanted was a late-night smoke

Excerpt:

It only gets worse from that moment on Because somehow This entire fucked up situation becomes routine It’s only been a few days, but

Every night, there’s a small fight over who sleeps on the couch And who takes the bed And who wins that battle is anyone’s bet (Wolfwood’s considered picking Vash up and throwing him in the room Blocking the door from opening somehow Because yeah, Vash doesn’t have injuries anymore But he should rest) But honestly, at this point It’s more teasing and grumbling And last night it devolved into a rock, paper, scissors situation

Then they wake up Vash has his blasphemous coffee Wolfwood makes some sort of breakfast Vash cleans up Wolfwood introduces him to a few of his favorite shows Vash binges through Livio’s entire erotica collection Wolfwood teaches him how to browse the web (A mistake, that man loves memes and only ever uses them wrong)

And, very pointedly Wolfwood doesn’t talk about all that angel shit And neither does Vash

[revenantpoet]

Hallowboned: Chapter Nine

An Angel AU narrative poetry fic

Rating: Teen Pairing: Vashwood Summary:

It’s not every day That you watch a fucking angel Fall out of the fucking sky Nicholas D. Wolfwood Wouldn’t exactly call himself a superstitious man (Despite being raised Catholic A dubious choice for any parent to make Or, in his case Orphanage to make) But watching a human-shaped body Tumble down out of the heavens And leave a small crater in the street below Well, it does something to you And all he had wanted was a late-night smoke

Excerpt:

"Angel?" Wolfwood asks softly Almost afraid to break the near silence His voice muffled against rustling feathers "I—" Vash's voice is trembling But it's there Somewhere in this mess Not pained, like it was that first night But not well The strange, almost prehensile feathers They wrap tighter around Wolfwood Before more part And Wolfwood catches a tuft of blonde hair And then an eye, pure white, meeting his As more eyes open on the wings All turned to Wolfwood in a way that makes him feel naked Seen Before Vash ducks his head

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[revenantpoet]

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

Hallowboned: Chapter Five

An Angel AU narrative poetry fic

Rating: Teen Pairing: Vashwood Summary:

It’s not every day That you watch a fucking angel Fall out of the fucking sky

Nicholas D. Wolfwood Wouldn’t exactly call himself a superstitious man (Despite being raised Catholic A dubious choice for any parent to make Or, in his case Orphanage to make) But watching a human-shaped body Tumble down out of the heavens And leave a small crater in the street below Well, it does something to you

And all he had wanted was a late-night smoke

Excerpt:

Well, fun fact Angels apparently like their cream and sugar with a touch of coffee And it’s an absolute crime against humanity Which, honestly It’s only fitting, since spikey here isn’t human

But the way Vash’s eyes glitter at the first sip When the drink’s finally sickeningly sweet Well Wolfwood will let it slide For now, at least

Because he has bigger fish to fry

Wolfoood leans on the counter opposite of his angel And Vash looks over the rim of his cup Innocent as can be For literally being a fallen angel Cast out from heaven and whatnot

"So, I have a few questions."