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(44) Shockingly, Not as Intended (Laxus Dreyar TF)

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Al lent in, smiling wide as he traced some of the runes onto the sheet of paper that he was using for this delicate operation. This was how he did it. Items here didn’t start out as being anything special until he did what he did…well do what he was allowed to do. Everything was set up perfectly; nothing could really go wrong right now. He grinned more as he lent back, looking around. Sure he should be doing this sort of thing out of the store itself, but then again he knew that he had time. He always knew. He just had that sense of intuition, nothing more and nothing less. Al stared back down at the paper, seeing the pair of goggles on it which were ready to be infused.
“So you do this right?” asked a rather curious Amaimon who was watching rather intently. There was one thing Al couldn’t deny in this situation. Amaimon was being adorable. He was poking his head just over the counter as he stared at the symbols. So familiar. He knew what they were, but of course he didn’t wish to share this out with Al.
“Of course. These things don’t ‘appen without a bit o’ magic yeah?” Al replied, stretching out his fingers and giggling. He loved this part. Aside from his use of opening up a small set of portals, he never really used magic that often. Well, Hozuki really didn’t like him using it for anything dodgy (something that Al admitted to himself that he needed to stop using it to sneak food into cinemas) but apart from that he was rather okay with it.

Even this he was fine with it.

“So what happens next?” queried Amaimon as he stood up fully, slouching over after a mere second of trying to stand like that. Al glanced up before glancing back down.
“Yer really wanna know?” he replied. He was almost certain that Amaimon didn’t rally wish to know, but perhaps he was letting on more than he was implying. There was a history of demon appreciation in his family, so Al knew something about what to do around one. Of course, that side of him made it extremely awkward when it came to dealing with his uncle. Demons and vicars don’t mix after all.
“No. I just want to watch” came the reply. That was good news. Means he didn’t have to go into the intricacies of how he did his things. Also mostly because even he didn’t really know them that well; he does one thing and then something happens. That was the best he could ever really describe. It was more of a feeling, a sensation. Just like breathing. And most likely just as dangerous if he didn’t do it right.
“Okay, now its time fer the infusion.” he said, stretching his arms out as if he was about to perform on a piano. Amaimon took a step back, just to be on the safe side. That did seem like a good idea. A flash of light. Then a small orb of it appeared over the object. Amaimon lent in, trying to see what it was. His nose twitched. His eyes narrowed.

Then he sneezed over it.

Al gasped as he watched some of the light scatter over a nearby item. A set of headphones. Rather basic when it came to the band but rather odd when it came to the actual earpieces. Silver, with a blue dome. Then to make it more striking (or deadly) they had two silver spiked jutting out of the top of them, making sure it pointed out of the head if they were to be worn. Amaimon rubbed his nose, then looked at Al.
“I get that sometimes. I see light and I sneeze” he commented.
“Well I fuckin’ know that!” he said, not entirely angry but then again it was a situation that warranted his tongue to be rather loose. “DO you know what ‘appens?” he added. Amaimon was rather candid as he shrugged and stretched.
“No.” Al feigned concern, but that broke down rather quickly.
“Neither do I!” he said, grinning from ear to ear. “This will be interestin’!” he added, slowly (and carefully) hiding the goggles under the counter so they could actually be safe from young demons sneezing all over them. Amaimon watched him do this before jumping up onto the counter and crouching down.
“Oh. You’re also curious about what would happen?” he asked. Al had to agree. He had to. Never before did this actually happen. Would it affect the item already set up? The one that he was working on still? Did it really matter? He didn’t really care to be honest. He did care about one thing.
“Amaimon, yer gonna be seen to be an oddball if a customer walks in an’ yer on the counter like that.” Al quipped. Sometimes he was unsure if he was actually keeping a demon as a ward or a dog in disguise. He liked him either way though. Even as he refused to budge upon hearing the sound of the door opening.
“Oh hello there.” he said, suddenly and interrupting Al. Al scowled. Then he softened his gaze. Why not let him take point on this one? After all, he was here. He should make himself useful aside from being rather charming company.

The customer looked up then gave a slight, but noticeable smile. Young. Maybe still in high school…though maybe he was just about to move onto something else. His hair was a shade of black that matched Al’s perfectly. The style though? Modernly messy. His face was rather normal and plain, but on the handsome side. Eyes were a light blue that shone rather vividly. His frame was slim, slight and he was of an average height. Al appreciated him before he even said another word. He was dressed so damn fine that he had to admit that he looked good. Not gothic, not like Al. But instead he was dressed stylishly. A white vest, under a high collared black shirt with a low neckline, under a blue jacket. The sleeved were rolled up to just before the elbow. Leg wise, he was wearing a pair of blue jeans which ended off in a pair of solid looking black boots with a white sole. Amaimon looked him up and down before looking back at Al.
“He’s dressed well.” he commented, jumping off the counter and looking around. “What do you want?” he said in a rather blunt, but well meaning tone. The customer gave a warm smile.
“Oh, I’m just looking for a replacement headset. Need it for the gym after all.” he informed. His voice was young, but so very warm and kind. Al nodded. He liked it. But he also wanted to try something out. He turned his gaze from the youth, to the headphones that Amaimon sneezed a spell over. Internally, Al was grinning ear to ear in a slightly sinister way. He could always inform the proper person that this was what happened, so if anything bad came out of it then he could blame it on that. He gestured to the headphones.
“I just so ‘appen to ‘ave this rather peculiar design right ‘ere see?” he said, putting on his very best false tone. The customer looked at them, then back at Al.
“Do they go into an iPhone?” he asked. Maybe. Maybe not. Just shut up and buy them already…is what Al wanted to say.
“Oh very much so!” he lied, not knowing if that was the case. The customer looked at them, then shrugged then got his wallet out.
“How much?” he asked.
“Fer you? Just a ten!” he said. Al never really knew where the store opened up, so he could never say the exact currency the customers would be paying in. So he would pick a number out of thin air then just say that. Ten what? In this case, it seemed to be USD. Whatever it was Al took it and smiled as the customer left the store.

Al blinked.

Then he slapped his head.
“Fuck I forgot to take his name!” he commented. Amaimon looked at him.
“Simon. He looks like a Simon.” he quipped.
“Simon? Says who?” asked Al. Amaimon turned and gave a slight smile.
“Says me.”

There was never a big enough face-palm that Al could give that would show how he felt about that. Amaimon was learning. Whether it was just pure luck or actual intuition…Amaimon got the name right.

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Simon sighed as he slumped down onto his couch. It had been a bit of a long day, but still he knew he needed to go to the gym in about half an hour. He was meeting his boyfriend here first though, so they could go together. Luke was such a charming (and cute) guy. Every-time he saw him, Simon couldn’t help but smile. Hell, he didn’t even have to see him here to feel like that. He picked up his phone and checked it, seeing Luke’s smiling face stare back at him from behind his apps. Such a cute smile. Simon smiled back as he swiped and clicked through his phone to get to his messages.

‘Simon: Will be there soon! xxx’

Luke was never one to give him exact times. Soon could mean in the next ten minutes or the next hour. Whatever it meant, it did tell Simon that perhaps he should think about changing into his gym clothes right about now. He had them all set out, so it wouldn’t take that long to actually go and get them. But there was still the other issue he had. Simon stared at his bag, the one he slid the new headphones into when he bought them. The owner said they should work, but if they don’t he was down ten dollars. Oh crap. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t get a receipt. Simon slapped his forehead. Now he definitely was going to be down ten dollars.
‘Oh well. It was my fault for not asking for one after all’ he thought, deciding not to be a nuisance for that owner. Or that guy who was crouching down on the counter like a cat. Who was that guy? A part timer? But then again why would he be allowed to do that in the store? Simon shrugged, pulling the headphones out and looking them over. Apart form the design, they looked like normal headphones. They had the correct looking jack that would connect to his phone it seemed.
“Let’s see here.” he muttered, sticking the headphones into his phone. They seemed to sit like any other set would have done. Nothing suspicious about them there then. Simon gingerly reached up to his head, pulling the headphones apart before placing them either side of his head. They fit perfectly and comfortably. Simon smiled. They did work after all. Well, that was a bit premature as he hadn’t even played a track yet and he was already jumping to conclusions. So he decided to change it from a sudden conclusion into a sound one. He hit a random track that he had stored on his phone, one from the playlist that he was going to be using later. The headphones buzzed slightly.

Then they sparked.

Then Simon felt it. A shock passed through the headphones and into his head, causing him to gasp loudly and threw them off to the floor.
“The hell?!” he said suddenly, rubbing his ears as he felt the tingle of whatever had shocked him pass through his head. Simon let out a bit of a groan of discomfort, but apart from that he didn’t really feel any pain. Or that his skin had been affected by the shock. He glared down at the headphones. They were defective. Now he WOULD have to try and get his money back. Even without a receipt he will try his best to get that money back. After all, he could have been seriously injured! Simon lent back on the sofa and let out a groan. That was something he would have to do later. He needed to get changed after all. Simon ran his hands through his slightly messy hair before stopping. He sat up. His hair felt sort of out of place. Sure he never really kept his hair in any real style, but it just felt off. It felt shorter. It felt like it was a bit more spikier. And a bit shorter to boot. Simon switched off his phone for a brief moment to see what the hell was up. It couldn’t have been the shock he got right? No. Since when did shocks turn your hair bristly and spiky? Simon gazed into the phone then gasped loudly. And since when did shocks lighten your hair? He could swear it was almost…almost…

Blonde?

Simon had to admit that his black hair was looking strikingly blonde in hue. Then there was that little tuft that was poking over his forehead. Where did that come from? Wherever it came from, Simon knew it wasn’t normal. Not at all. Not one bit. He stared at his reflection, hoping that the change of hair was the only thing that would happen. But it wasn’t. He gasped as he watched his eyes narrow and his pupils shrink back. The blue muddied itself, shifting to a grey hue. His brows twitched as the hairs on them thickened, stretching wider while at the same time pressing downwards, giving Simon one mean looking scowl. A shock pressed through the right ride of his face, causing that changed eye to close briefly. Across the eye and going down his cheek, a lightning bolt shaped scar pushed through. He gasped as his eye opened again, blinking. No sight was lost in it, that was good. But that still didn’t assail his doubts on what was happening to him. Even as his sideburns started to itch like mad, even as they grew in, stretching down his face and resting just below his ear lobes…he felt nothing but worry. Not for what was happening to him. No. Simon wasn’t that sort of guy. He was worried for someone else. Luke. What would happen if Luke saw him now? His face was fast shifting to someone else’s. The nose cracked and broadened, pushing outwards to a more prominent point. The jaw cracked and shifted, thickening up and adding a few years to Simon’s face. He gasped. That didn’t feel nice at all. Neither did it feel nice as his chin pulled to down, flattening out. The phantom face stared back at him, a face full of worry. Simon threw the phone onto the sofa before grabbing at his features. As if that would do anything. Instead it only distracted him as his neck thickened out, voice deepening as it was shocked by the sensation of whatever was flowing through his form.

It showed no sign of slowing down, regardless of the protests that Simon was doing.

Instead, it took a more…aggressive twist. The shoulder suddenly swelled and thickened, pushing against the many layers of clothing that he was wearing at that moment. The coat ripped. The shirt ripped. Thankfully the vest was able to take the strain. But to Simon, it almost felt as if he was starting to…swell like a balloon being inflated by helium. The sensation stretched down to his biceps, swelling them up beyond what he had and to what he could only dream of having. As they strained and swelled, stretching the kin to its limits, it ripped and tore through the sleeves. Simon gasped. Not from his arms growing or that he could almost swear he just felt the bones stretch and crack longer…but that the shirt Luke bought him just the other day was now in tatters. He needed to get out of these clothes and fast. He didn’t want to risk them being destroyed any more than they already were. He tried. But it was hard for as he tried to tug and pull at the fabric, it clung tightly to his form. His hands were not helping either. They were thickening and swelling. The palms broadened while the fingers grew longer but also rougher. Like they were more for a man who used his hands for more physical work. Simon looked at them. Then he looked at his clothing.

So much for preserving the fabric.

With his hands and with the new strength in his arms, he ripped through the layers that were tightly clinging to his thin torso. As the skin was exposed to the world, Simon looked down. Something was on his left shoulder. No…was it the bicep? Or was it…wait was it a tribal tattoo? He gulped. He wasn’t a tattoo person. But now he had a tribal looking one that circled his chest from the just below the nipple to right round in almost a full circle. As he traced it, he gasped. His chest felt tight. Very tight for some reason. Then the same sensation that hit his shoulders and biceps hit it. Then it swelled. Bigger and bigger, thicker and stronger. He pressed against the muscles as they ballooned, trying to push them back. But they pushed against the hands. Simon panicked for a moment, even as he felt his stomach suddenly clench like a fist ready punch something. His core trembled as it started to thicken and grow, abs pushing through strongly. They carved in thicker and thicker, turning into something that Simon had to admit was something he was working towards. What he wasn’t working towards was the sudden and rather painful sensation of his spine forcing him up taller and taller. Enough that his arms now looked in proportion. Simon breathed deeply, his breaths causing his chest to rise and fall.
‘Just who the hell is this?!’ he thought, feeling the strength as well as its new weight when he inhaled. Luke would know. Maybe. Possibly. Unless he was just turning into some sort of blond haired bodybuilder. Then who the hell would recognise him then? Luke surely wouldn’t!

And perhaps he wou-

Simon didn’t have time to finish that thought. The sensation seemingly skipped over his hips, instead they were now tearing through his legs as they advanced downwards. His thighs bulged and strained against the jeans before some of the seams burst open, exposing parts of his skin. Simon groaned. He felt so trapped in these clothes. His body was growing far too big for them. He was always a slim, rather lithe guy. Now he was huge. Even his calves were ripping through the denim, exposing themselves as if they were fighting against his own clothing. A sudden pain hit his feet. His eyes widened as best they could as he sat down.
“Oh shit!” he shouted in his new deep voice as his hands clawed at the boots. He didn’t want to ruin them. Not them. But his feet were swelling bigger and bigger. They pressed angrily against the sides of the tight boots before in one sudden surge, they burst free. Bigger, longer, thicker and stronger. Simon gasped as they finally felt free. Free, and so very much full of relief. Simon pushed himself up to his feet, sighing as he pulled away his jeans, leaving him in just his plain white boxers. Oh man he felt exposed in this body. There was nothing he could really hide behind. Thankfully it seemed to have stopped. Thankfully it seemed to have left him in just his boxers and nothing else was going to happen. Simon ran his hands through his hair. Many questions filled his head. So many in fact. He looked down, struggling to see the ground from how large his pecs had become. Oh man. Luke was gonna be here ‘soon’

What would he s-

Again, Simon was interrupted. This time it was from a rather odd sensation. His boxers shifted, tightening suddenly as his muscles there swelled and strained against the material. But it wasn’t just his rear that was growing. Oh no. He blushed heavily as he felt both front and back push out against his boxers. The material was straining almost, before suddenly shrinking further against his form, hugging him tightly. The material shifted, turning into an electric blue colour before they finished shifting into what he could only describe as a pair of speedos. That confused him. It really did. But it wasn’t the thing he should have been worrying about at that moment. The door opened.

Oh shit.

He gave Luke a spare key since he was staying with him for the week.
“Simon. You ready?” Luke called, walking into the living room. Simon wanted to tell him to stop. But it was too late.
“Uh…” was all he could muster before Luke stopped and stared at him. His eyes widened then they narrowed…then he turned his head.
“Um…who are you and why do you look like Laxus Dreyar?” he asked, crossing his arms. Simon gulped. He had to get this sorted out.
“Luke uh. Its uh…me…Simon.” he muttered, walking up to his boyfriend. Luke raised a brow.
“Uh-huh.”
“No no, really. Look. Uh…I can describe how we met!” Simon aid, sounding rather worried. He knew if he didn’t say SOMETHING then he risked losing Luke. Luke sighed, rubbing his brow before looking at Simon.
“Okay. Let’s hear it.”

And so he did.

Simon watched as Luke’s face went from disbelief to pure, utter belief.
“So uh those headphones…made you this way?” he asked. Simon stared at them. They did. They were the cause. All because of one little shock.
“Please don’t put them on Luke.” he said, looking down at his boyfriend now. Man. He grew a lot. Not just bulk but height too. Luke looked up.
“Laxus’ headphones…and they made you into Laxus. Well not in the head.” he commented. Simon nodded. He felt himself perfectly fine. Just the body was different. Luke giggled, hugging Simon’s thick torso.
“That’s good though.” he said. Simon blushed.
“Uh. Luke this isn’t gonna be a problem right?” he asked. Luke looked up.
“Why would it? You’re still you, no matter what Simon.” he replied, face full of honestly. Simon paused for a moment, then rubbed his eye.
“I can’t thank you enough Luke.”

“Thank me later. For now…I have a plan.” Luke informed, smiling wide.

A plan.

That caused Simon to grin from ear to ear. He loved the sound of that.

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“Are you sure this is right?” Simon asked, his deep voice sounding just a little bit unsure. Luke gave such a warm smile as he finished dressing his Laxus’d boyfriend up in Laxus’ clothing.
“Of course! You look the part now!” he said, hugging him while giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. Simon smiled. It was still odd to now look down at his boyfriend, but it was something he was getting use to. He ran his hand through Luke’s hair before sighing.
“You should have gone as Freed.” he commented, winking. “Then we could make it a proper couple’s cosplay.” he added. Luke nodded. It was still odd to see his boyfriend physically be a fictional character, but he knew that it was still the same Simon inside. Just a different packaging. He traced his hands downwards slightly, giggling. Yeah, a really different package.
“Hey now. Shouldn’t we do that after the con?” Simon asked, kissing Luke’s forehead.
“Awww…alright.” was his reply. He sighed.

Well…he wasn’t in any rush. After all, he had all the time for his boyfriend.

That certainly didn’t change.

And it never would.
Its not everyday that I get to do a bit of cute stuff in a story, so it is a nice change of pace to do it from time to time ^^ Also, what are the odds of getting two blond haired characters who use lightning requested in a row? 

Not very high. 

Anyway, this request came from :iconblazingkingofhell:. Hope you like it!

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Love it! Thank you so much