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smallfandomflshTitle: Party in R'Lyeh
Becoming Cthulhu's first disciple on this planet was a lot less fun than October had expected. Certainly it wasn't the wild ride she had read about in all of those Gothic horror novels she'd read in preparation for what she knew was her destiny. He didn't even look like he did on that poster she'd had of him on her wall since forever. I mean, she could look straight at him and not go insane or anything. He wasn't really all that tall and he didn't have half as many tentacles as she expected. Still, she could understand this, if he was telling the truth about having lost his powers. If she helped him recover them, she was sure he'd be back to his usual self. She'd pleasantly shuddered at the thought of some of the expected rewards for her aid, all the wild hedonistic pleasures, their primal cosmic nature beyond her senses' understanding, that would leave her both unspeakably tainted and enlightened on a Universe-wide scale all at once. Now she wondered if he would actually do any of these things, or just pay her and go back to bed. So far there hadn't been any of the things she'd been promised happened in Cthulhu cults, not one orgy around a bonfire with weird chanting in the background, no mating with fish people to produce hideous offspring to repopulate the world after the Apocalypse, not even a death metal concert. In fact, they were lucky if they could talk him into paying for everyone's drinks, even though he didn't split their earnings equally because, according to him, he was much more responsible at managing the party's communal supplies and travel funds. 'Responsible' was not a word she'd wanted to hear associated with Cthulhu worship, except maybe in the sentence 'responsible for last night's arson attack'. Still, maybe his brain was affected by whatever ritual had sealed away most of his power. Or maybe he was acting like this as another condition of the promises he had to make in exchange for a chance to regain his powers. Either way, he'd be back to his old self once this was over. Then the real fun could start. All she had to do was keep fighting in his name. Also, keep that bitch Umi from seducing him.
Fandom: Cthulhu Saves the World
Rating: PG-13/Het
Character/pairing: October, implied October/Cthulhu and possible Umi/Cthulhu
Spoilers: none
Other tags: swearing and coarse language, roulette
Word count: 386
Becoming Cthulhu's first disciple on this planet was a lot less fun than October had expected. Certainly it wasn't the wild ride she had read about in all of those Gothic horror novels she'd read in preparation for what she knew was her destiny. He didn't even look like he did on that poster she'd had of him on her wall since forever. I mean, she could look straight at him and not go insane or anything. He wasn't really all that tall and he didn't have half as many tentacles as she expected. Still, she could understand this, if he was telling the truth about having lost his powers. If she helped him recover them, she was sure he'd be back to his usual self. She'd pleasantly shuddered at the thought of some of the expected rewards for her aid, all the wild hedonistic pleasures, their primal cosmic nature beyond her senses' understanding, that would leave her both unspeakably tainted and enlightened on a Universe-wide scale all at once. Now she wondered if he would actually do any of these things, or just pay her and go back to bed. So far there hadn't been any of the things she'd been promised happened in Cthulhu cults, not one orgy around a bonfire with weird chanting in the background, no mating with fish people to produce hideous offspring to repopulate the world after the Apocalypse, not even a death metal concert. In fact, they were lucky if they could talk him into paying for everyone's drinks, even though he didn't split their earnings equally because, according to him, he was much more responsible at managing the party's communal supplies and travel funds. 'Responsible' was not a word she'd wanted to hear associated with Cthulhu worship, except maybe in the sentence 'responsible for last night's arson attack'. Still, maybe his brain was affected by whatever ritual had sealed away most of his power. Or maybe he was acting like this as another condition of the promises he had to make in exchange for a chance to regain his powers. Either way, he'd be back to his old self once this was over. Then the real fun could start. All she had to do was keep fighting in his name. Also, keep that bitch Umi from seducing him.
