RanPoe Oneshots! (And drabbles) (Discontinued)

Monster

//summary- When Edgar was little, he was called a monster.. Mother being the nice woman she is (Gonna name her Francis. And Papa is John. Ehh.) tells him that monster isn't a bad thing, and it means he's special, different. Poe knew what monster actually means, but those kind words soothed little Poe's mind, even when father beat him, or when the kids bullied him. But he was special. Right? Fast forward to when he became friends with Ranpo. He is called monster again when they go on a job. Edgar doesn't know how to react. And Ranpo can only watch as the author's mind is in turmoil.//

//angst ensues but there's a hApPy EnDiNg—
I lied. It's fookin sad. Haha. I like making myself suffer, so you guys have to suffer with meeeeeee— alternative ending available tho :)//

//trigger warnings! Attempted suicide. Mentions of child abuse and bullying. Self deprecating comments and words. Cutting.//

Edgar had run to his mother, crying nearly hysterically. "E-edgar?! Honey, what's wrong?" She locked him into her embrace, listening as he stammered out a rushed explanation, "T-they c-called me a g-grey eyed m-monster! T-they t-told me t-to go back to He-Hell!" He wailed, hugging Mama all the tighter. Her eyes narrowed, "Edgar... honey... don't worry. Okay? A monster isn't a bad thing. Just someone or something that's been... misunderstood. But that makes you special, okay? You're special!"

Hearing this soothes Edgar's overactive mind. Even though he knew what monster meant, he still believed his mother.

Even when father had started hitting him. Gambling all their money away, calling him worthless, stupid, a freak. The children began to intensify their bullying, going so far they carved a deep wound onto his chest with a pocket knife. They tried taking his eye out, too. The final blow was when Mama died. A few years after that, he was beaten in a game of wits.

Spent the next six years working on a book that could surpass him. Even joined the guild! To no avail, he still lost. Years of hard work crumbling to nothing before his eyes. Yet, he wasn't mad. He knew why he had failed. He wasn't good enough, yet again. Hooray for being the failure he was!

Then he had gotten to know Ranpo better. He admired him all the same, even though his feelings for the detective went further than simple adoration. He was ecstatic when said detective asked him to join him on a case. Ranpo had said, "Well then let's go!" And marched off.

Poe had stared, before calling Karl and locking the door. He hurried after Ranpo, the raccoon barely hanging on to the man's shoulders.

Fast forward again to when they got there. It was gruesome, though Edgar didn't care. His eyes widened when he looked at the squad of cops. They were the kids that had terrorized him. He could feel the scars starting to itch and burn, his hands beginning to tremble.

They obviously recognized him, the tallest— and burliest walking up to Edgar. He towered over the poor, trembling author. "Hey, freak. How've you been?" And proceeded the reach a hand out, and send Karl flying into a wall. Anger and despair bubbled inside him as he gasped, "Karl!" He rushed to the raccoon, checking if he was okay.

Ranpo was in shock. What sort of police were they?! And apparently they knew Edgar from the past? And... he slapped Karl. That no good son of a bastard! He marched up to him and slapped him across the face, "You don't go sending people's pets into a wall, dumbass." He cursed. Oh gods he cursed. Normally he didn't, but he was just so... angry.

Poe shook his head, "Ranpo-kun... please.. don't." The police laughed, another one mocking him, "Yeah Ranpo-kun! Listen to that freak." He mimicked Poe's voice, making an odd expression. Poe hung his head low, hunching in on himself.

As the tallest one passed by, he grabbed Poe's chin harshly, forcing him to look at him, "Stay outta our way, you monster." Backhanded him, and left. The others followed him, shouting out "Loser!" Or "Freak!"

As soon as they had disappeared from sight, Poe collapsed on his knees, staring at the ground. Ranpo squat next to him awkwardly, "Hey.. Poe-kun! Since they clearly don't want us here, should we go back to the Agency?" Poe smiled weakly, pushing down his feelings. "Yeah... just let me get something from my house. Here, take Karl for now."

He shoved the raccoon into Ranpo's arms and ran off, the confused detective shrugging and heading back to the Agency, after getting lost, of course.

The author slammed his door shut, rushing to the bathroom. He was shaking, everything felt too warm and too cold at the same time. He was light headed, vision blurry, world spinning, and oh gods... the pain. The absolute burning in his arms. He eyes the razor laying on the edge of the sink, covered in dry blood. He grimaced and grabbed it, rolling his sleeves up.

One cut after another. Blood staining the tile floor and the walls. Going numb. Collapse. Collapse. No more feeling. He could feel his world growing hazier as he sagged against the wall. His eyes lit up as a hand extended itself towards him, "Hey Poe-kun! Let's go!" It was Ranpo.

SAD ENDING
He smiled, grabbing the hand, not noticing how his arms were glowing, as was Ranpo's. Ranpo pulled him off, kissing him, "Lets go!" Before Poe could react, he had dragged him off, their laughter echoing around.

The bathroom door finally gave in, horrified eyes fixing on the bloody corpse in from of them. A razor in one hand, and cuts on both arm. The detective could feel tears running down his face as he gagged, covering his mouth. He walked to him carefully, placing his arms under the body, as if to lift him up carefully.

"Edgar... why..? I- WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME?! COME BACK, PLEASE! You have to! Please... please don't leave." The detective screamed, his voice shrill and cracking as he broke off into a whisper. "Please... I—... I love you... please don't go..."

Too late. He was moments too late.

HAPPY(I GUESS) ENDING STILL KINDA SAD BUT NO ONE DIES

Poe was about to accept the hand, when the door burst open. The detective scooped Poe in a hug, his vision clearing as he gasped. "Poe! You stupid stupid person! Why?! WHY?! TELL ME!" Ranpo screeched, tears running down his face as he banged his fists against Poe's chest, not too hard.

The author coughed, "R-Ranpo?" His voice was hoarse and croaky, the detective nodding. "Don't ever, EVER, do that again!" He muttered, before pulling him into a kiss. Poe smiled, eyes fluttering shut, "Goodnight, Ranpo..."

"Poe..?"

"Poe..?!"

"POE!"

Beep beep beep
He woke up to the sound of steady beeping. He groaned, lifting his head up, momentarily blinded by the white room. He felt a pressure on his chest that lifted immediately, "Poe!" Oh. Ranpo. "H-Hey... R...Ranpo." He croaked, smiling weakly. "Don't you dare scare me like that ever again!"

"But why does it matter..? No one cares anyways..." the other murmured.

"I do! B-because I love you!" The author's eyes widened at the others announcement, before he was being kissed on the lips. He melted right then and there, and decided he would never to that again, for Ranpo's sake.

******

The two would recover, eventually. But every waking moment was filled with love. The officers were eventually arrested for murder and sentenced to a lifetime jail time.

The two lovers clinked their glasses of champagne together, "To our second anniversary!"