AN: In school today, I found myself thinking of a shirtless Fiyero doing various things that made him work up a sweat (because what's more attractive than a sweaty, shirtless guy with sexy tattoos and a six pack, right?) and I suddenly realized:

"DAMN, that boy is scrawny in my mind! What the *bleep*?"

So, naturally, I did what any other fan fic author would have done: I opened my notebook, picked up my pen, and started writing. This is the result.


Scrawny.

That's what he was. Scrawny with a flat six-pack and thin, scraggly stubble on his chin. He would be eighteen in a week, but he sill looked like he was barely fifteen, save for his height. He wasn't gangly or awkward or anything. Just unusually skinny for his age. He sighed and fell back onto the bed, letting himself flop ungracefully as he closed his eyes.

He lay there with his bandage-wrapped hands above his head. He'd inured his palm recently, but both hands were wrapped because he like the way it looked. The bandages went up his fingers and stopped just below the knuckles, where the edges were just starting to fray.

The window was opened to let in fresh, cool air, and the late afternoon sunlight cast slanted shadows across the otherwise darkened room. He wasn't ugly or anything. He'd never thought much of his appearance, always categorizing himself as somewhat plain. He just knew he wasn't ugly.

He had pale ivory skin and dark brown hair with thin coppery streaks that sometimes got in his face, usually hanging at a slant across his forehead whenever it did. His eyes were a pale ice blue, and he had broad, rounded shoulders with a strong chest and overall build. When he flexed or stretched any part of his body, the muscles could always be seen moving close beneath the surface of his skin.

He was about five-foot-eight, give or take, and had full lips. Their shell pink color was accuented by the paleness of his skin, and he had a single emerald stud in his right ear that he'd gotten when he was fourteen, just after the blue diamonds had been tattooed down the right side of his chest and abdomen.

He didn't consider himself attractive. Just...plain.

Just plain Fiyero.


AN: OMG, I FORGOT TO TELL YOU, MJ GRADUATED MID-TERM AND HE'S NOT GOING TO MY SCHOOL ANYMORE AND I MISS HIM SO MUCH!