A Chicken?

When the sun found the moon

She was drinking tea in a garden

Under the green umbrella trees

In the middle of summer

When the moon found the sun

He looked like he was barely hanging on

But her eyes saved his ife

In the middle of summer

When the Day Met the Night

Benzedrine’s curiosity of others like him knew no bounds. Whenever the god created him and the world of the Hollywood Hills, the Doctor implanted images of others that looked like Benzedrine. They were humanoid in appearance, but Benzedrine knew what they truly were. He called them Suitehearts. The word rolled off of the man’s tongue beautifully. As the Doctor allowed him to explore the Carousel and his canvas, Benzedrine would repeat it over and over again, the images rolling throughout the yellow-clad man’s head. It was as though he was an eager child running rampant on a playground.  

“Doctor, tell me more of the Suitehearts!” He’d beg, Benzedrine’s legs wading in the strange green waters.

“Do be patient. You must understand  that you are my creation, Benzedrine, my puppet if you will. We’ve been through this several times. I have plans for you, as I do with my other creations. Just because I have gifted you with a natural curiosity does not mean you are ready for others like yourself. You must first understand the world that you live in and the role that you play here. Until then, it is only you and I.”

“Pish posh Doctor! I am prepared for whatever you may throw at me. Why, pray tell, have you gifted me with images of others like me without any information about them, or when they may arrive?”

“Patience, my dear, patience. A god must not reveal all of his secrets to his creations.”

The arguments were familiar, mundane even. Benzedrine had so many questions about these Suitehearts, yet the Doctor wasn’t revealing anything! The god was constantly in the man’s head, plaguing him with ideas of the others, but did Benezedrine receive any relief? The Doctor wasn’t giving him that satisfaction, not yet at least, not until the fateful day that Horseshoe Crab, the luckiest man alive made his arrival to the Carousel.

An unfamiliar noise greeted the scientist’s ears. For once in his life, the man felt his heart race. Excitement! Something new! Benzedrine’s cup of tea fell from his hands. Then, the man felt leaves from the shady tree he was currently perched underneath fell upon his shoulder. Was there a breeze to contrast the humid air of the Carousel? Benzedrine retreated, standing upwards to dust off his bright, yellow pants and study the tree. “Hello!” He began with a sense of excitement. “I realize that it is unnatural for a plant to speak. However, I must have angered you for you to frighten me in such a way! I apologize! Are you perhaps my promised companion? I am Mister Benzedrine! I do hope you have heard of me. There isn’t much interesting to tell. You know, whenever I was promised a companion, I was hoping for someone of a similar appearance. Although, that was rude of me! I must embrace your differences! Would you care to introduce yourself? I would simply adore hearing stories of your creation. Tell me everything, your personality, your history. What memories do you have? I just want to hear your voice!” Benzedrine giggled, his cheeks becoming the shade of a cherry.

“For starters, you can help me down, kiddo.” The voice was deep, intricate. There was a sense of twang to the voice. “I’ve been stuck up here y’kno!”

“So you aren’t a tree?!” Benzedrine giggled. “Thank Heavens! I was beginning to become worried. A tree would be a terrible companion. I wouldn’t be able to carry on a conversation anywhere but this location! Why don’t you show me your face stranger?”

“I would but like I said, I’m stuck!” The words were aggressive, a groan emitting from the man’s voice.

“Do forgive me. I’ve never been in this situation before! I will consult the Doctor, of whom I am sure will give me answers! Doctor?”

“Yes, idiot?”

“How am I meant to get this man down from the tree?”

“It’s called a latter. You do realize that you have one in your laboratory?”

“You do not have to be so rude! Right then, mystery man! I will return momentarily! The Doctor has given me much needed guidance! I will utilize a latter!”

“I’ll just… I’ll hang around.”

“Your puns are fantastic! Do give me a second!” Benzedrine swiftly walked towards the Carousel, entering his laboratory. He shuffled around until he found the latter, careful to grab a hold of it and jump off of the carousel. It was then that he placed the instrument underneath the tree, climbing upwards to greet the man. “Oh my.” Benzedrine stated, blushing yet again. “I have never seen another Suiteheart before. You are terribly handsome.”

“Thanks I’spose.”

“What am I meant to call you?”

“I dunno, kiddo. I don’t remember much of anything. I just remember landing in this tree.”

“Am I meant to name you then? That’s very intriguing.”

“Could you maybe get me down first?”

“Of course! Yes! I am so scatterbrained. You will have to forgive me. I am overly excited.”

“I couldn’t tell.” The pair shared a laugh, as Benzedrine turned his head in curiosity taking a closer look at the man. He had gleaming blue orbs for eyes, hair a curly brown mess. What was truly a feat was the man’s height. The Suiteheart had to be seven feet tall, taking up the entire tree! It was then that Benzedrine’s observations were interrupted. “Hello? Kiddo?”

“Right, yes! Right! Can you walk, or I should say climb? Can you climb?”

“I don’t think so. There’s an achin’ pain in my legs.”

“I should have to carry you then. Hang on.”

The sight of a five foot three man carrying someone two feet taller than him was a sight to see. He was heavy, weighing the chubby yellow-clad figure down. However, Benzedrine continued on, reaching his laboratory. The Suiteheart placed him on an examination table, a bright smile planted on his face. “I’ll have to remove your pants.”

“Woah, woah, kiddo! We haven’t gotten that far yet!”

“It’s for your very own good. Don’t be so bashful! We will be getting to know each other much more personally, you know.”

“Fine, but make it quick!” The Suiteheart looked away as Benzedrine pulled the bright red pants down, admiring the lengthy, somewhat hairy legs.

“Oooh, the Doctor didn’t grace me with leg hair.” Benzedrine giggled, running fingers through the man’s leg hair.

“STOP THAT KIDDO! Weren’t you meant to be fixin’ me?”

“I apologize! I got distracted.” Benzedrine giggled, as he lifted the man’s legs up, resulting in a groan from the red-clad Suiteheart. Benzedrine was quick to treat them, utilizing treatments unbeknownst to anyone in Normal Land. “Do you feel any better now?”

“Much better, thank you! Can I put my pants back on?”

“Go ahead.” Benzedrine giggled and turned away as Horseshoe pulled the pants upwards, sitting up on the examination table. “You know, you must be the luckiest man alive to have survived that fall. I wonder what the Doctor was thinking, putting you through that.”

“I’m fine, really, no harm done! I’m just glad to be here with you!”

Benzedrine looked towards the ground, the heat of his cheeks becoming a familiar sensation at this point. “Do not flatter me.”

“Really, kiddo! I’m glad to have a doctor who’s so cute take care of me. Oo- you know what, I think my legs are hurtin’ again. I’m going to need you to look after me longer!”

“If you insist!” Benzedrine took the man in his arms as he retreated to his bedroom to lay the new Suiteheart in his yellow queen-sized bed, wrapping him up in sheets and a large blanket. “Now that we’ve taken care of that issue, what should I call you?”

“Benzedrine’s boyfriend?”

“No, no, that’s much too simple, though I do quite like the sound of that. You really must repeat that statement later. I wish to call you - hmm, what’s something incredibly lucky? Oh! Of course! Your new name will be Horseshoe Crab! Did you know that they harness horseshoe crab blood in Normal Land to cure patients of life threatening illnesses? Horseshoe crabs are quite lucky if I do say so myself.”

“Horseshoe Crab, you know, I like the sound of that, Benzedrine. Would it be alright if we just sat and talked for a lil’ while?”

“So long as you don’t break my heart and leave me here alone, my luckiest man alive.” Benzedrine responded, kissing Horseshoe Crab upon the forehead.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

A/N: I wasn’t kidding when I said that this fic was over 3000 words (it’s roughly 3350). I hope y'all enjoy it :) Sorry if it sucks or isn’t accurate to the characters, but I tried my best *shrug*

This fic is based off of the anon message exchange that goes in this order: 1 2 3 4

Also note:

1) the song that The Invisible Man is listening to is “Lazarus, Ze Gitan” by Gym Class Heroes just cuz that song’s my jam rn and i felt like that lyric applied to his backstory

2) Sorry not sorry for inserting my OC in here (he’s just in the first half). it was relevant to the anon messages (which I was also the author of cuz I got bored) and I kinda just ran with the idea of writing out his backstory. I didn’t mean for him to be a voyeuristic little shit but whoops it’s the Suitehearts AU everything’s fucked up in Hollywood Hills anyway sooo…. just bear with me it’ll get good in the end, I promise.

3) THERE IS SMUT. I REPEAT. THERE IS SMUT. Knowing that not all readers are cool with that, i put a warning as to where the smut begins, and it kinda goes up till the end of the chapter. sorry for those that don’t like it. On another note, for nasty, thirsty little peeps like me, smut is good news especially considering there is like none for this ship at all

4) Benzie (with an i) = the blogger / trohmosexual. 

Benze (without an i) = Benzedrine, Horseshoe Crab’s one true love.

ENJOY.

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