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tojisun · 2 years

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Imma leave some fluffy/funny hcs bc y’all are too angsty lol.

Megumi being big brother figure to gojo and y/n’s kids is 1000/10. Especially if the kid (who’s probably 3-5 years old??) looks up to Megumi as the cool big bro with stars in their eyes. And they start to copy Gumi’s mannerisms—for example, calling their father a “gangly albino idiot”.

Gojo’s jaw drops in shock the first time this happens as Getou starts shaking in laughter (he came over to hang, in this AU he never went evil kthnxbye). And I also imagine that after a short adjustment period megumi visited y/n sometimes (this was discussed among all the adults and everyone agreed to it, and y/n did really miss Megumi). Megumi has a soft spot for y/n’s kid as well, and even summons his dogs for them even though he NEVER does this for anyone ever. And whenever Megumi has to go and calls back the dogs the kid cries (“bye doggy! Bye bye goomi big bwo!”) so Megumi gifts the kid a pair of stuffed dogs, one black and one white, for them :3

HASDHASH THIS IS BEAUTIFUL OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS! we needed a wholesome/fluffly hwb au <333

cw: i think i butchered the jjk universe/laws so do forgive me, ocs / wc: 1.5k

i hope you’ll like this!!!

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megumi is ten when gojo satoru entered his life. he knew of satoru already, especially after being invited to your wedding with him, but he didn’t expect satoru to come to him.

toji rioted when he found out that satoru offered to be his mentor, claiming that there would be a better candidate, but he’s literally the gojo satoru. who else would be a better candidate than him?

it took him weeks of persuasion before toji finally agreed, and it was only because megumi’s mother began asking what satoru is supposed to be even teaching megumi.

“um,” megumi said over dinner when she asked, “violin?”

she gasped, nodding appreciatively and spooning more beans onto toji’s plate. toji scrunched his nose before hiding his disgust when she looked at him and smiled. she offered megumi more beans too, but megumi shook his head.

“i think it’s wonderful that gumi wants to learn playing the violin, don’t you think so, dear?”

toji grumbled, nodding his head anyways before turning to shoot a pointed look at megumi’s way. megumi pokes his tongue out at him in retaliation.

“just be mindful of y/n and her baby, okay? don’t be too loud and don’t bicker too much with gojo-kun. gumi, you understand?”

megumi nodded, sincere with his answer. “yes, i understand.”

she pinched his cheeks, smiling, before offering more beans to toji. megumi stiffled a laugh when toji pretended to be full by faking a burp.

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any thoughts about learning cursed techniques flew from his head when he met little nen who turned his big eyes at him, mid-cry, before breaking out into a big smile.

“he-o!” nen greets, waddling towards him. he has straight white hair like satoru’s, bangs pinned to the sides with strawberry-designed clips. he has a dusting of freckles at the bridge of his nose and on his round cheeks that look like mochis themselves. he has snot running down his nose and tears clinging onto his white lashes, and yet he is the most adorable baby that megumi has ever seen.

“hi,” he says, stopping himself from squealing before crouching down to accept nen’s embrace.

he turns to you, silently fawning when nen fisted at megumi’s index finger. you smile at his apparent joy, hiding a fond laugh on your palms as megumi turns back to nen and listened to nen’s babblings.

you snap many pictures to send to megumi’s mom.

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megumi’s schedule with the gojos goes like this:

in the morning, he is trained by satoru. when he asked him if you really think that satoru was teaching him violin outside, satoru told him, in a round-about-way, that you were aware of curses and cursed techniques. megumi asked if you had to be told about curses because something happened with nen, but satoru held his tongue and megumi learned not to ask anything about nen’s abilities anymore.

he and satoru return to your house at ten in the morning where nen glues himself beside megumi for breakfast. satoru whines (playfully, megumi hopes) about nen favouring megumi over him, but nen ignores him all the time.

satoru does teach him violin, only because megumi’s mother began asking him to play for her. surprisingly, satoru is a great teacher. toji sulks when megumi tells him this.

in the afternoon, they go back out again for training. these sessions are far more intense than the morning ones because satoru no longer guides him, choosing to spar with him.

during his free time, megumi is around nen. nen loves him so and he blushes every time you comment how cute they are together.

you do not tell him that you’ve missed him, but megumi knows all the same. at first, it was so awkward being left alone with you, especially when it’s satoru’s turn to coax nen to nap, but the awkwardness fades and he is left feeling so welcomed and loved.

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megumi grumbles when he ends up on his back again, his divine dogs submerging back into the shadows.

“that was better than yesterday, megumi-chan!” satoru praises, coming to stand over him, his broad figure creating a shadow over megumi. he smiles when megumi shoots him a glare.

“it’s not enough,” megumi mutters, sitting up and ruffling at his hair.

“why of course it isn’t!” satoru says, tutting at megumi’s growl. “but you’re only ten.”

“you were stronger than this when you were ten!”

satoru laughs. “of course i was! but i’m gojo satoru and you’re fushiguro megumi,” satoru explains as though that makes all the difference. and megumi swallows his angry retort because it does.

they go back into the house, satoru dramatically collapsing beside you and plopping his head on your lap. megumi sits beside geto suguru, a constant in the gojo household, who is helping nen colour at his book.

nen sees him and abandons suguru instantly, not once turning to look back at his uncle when suguru gasps as dramatically as satoru. those two really are one of the same. ugh.

nen clambers in front of megumi, dragging his colouring book and coloured pencils. “megu-nii here!” he says, offering megumi both items. megumi takes them from his tiny hands as nen settles beside him.

“neeen!” satoru whines from beside you, “who do you like better? daddy or megu-nii?”

megumi casts a quick glance at him before whispering to nen. “tell your daddy that you like me better than his gangly albino butt.”

nen giggles at megumi’s words before turning to face the adults and repeats what his megu-nii told him to say. “nen likes megu-nii better than daddy’s gan-ly alb’no butt!”

megumi laughs, crumpling on the floor at the sounds of satoru’s horrified screeching, suguru’s booming laughter, and your hushed “baby, my god, don’t say that!”

amidst the chaos, nen giggles along.

when satoru deposits megumi at toji’s car, unimpressed eyes turning to both dad and son, megumi just thinks, “worth it.”

it was a silent drive home until, “so what’d ya do to make gojo look like that?”

megumi shakes in laughter in between his retelling.

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you are at work, with satoru and megumi entrusted to look after nen, when satoru is called for a mission.

“it’s an emergency mission. shoko’s on her way to watch over you two, but for now i need you to protect yourself and nen, okay?”

megumi nods, fearful, and watches as satoru blips away.

nen’s still napping in his room and megumi summons his divine dogs to watch over him. megumi stays in the living room, heart pounding as he waits for shoko. just five minutes in, he hears nen screaming from his room followed by his divine dogs barking.

megumi’s heart drops and he races to nen’s room only to find nen playing with his dogs– wait.

nen can see his divine dogs.

“oh shit.”

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“hey,” you greet, entering the kitchen, “do you know why nen’s asking if megumi can bring his dogs again?”

“uh,” is all satoru could tell you.

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“doggies!” nen cheers, laughing when both shiro and kuro nuzzle at him. megumi’s divine dogs are towering over nen and yet the boy is laughing away at the sight of them, anyways.

satoru’s beside megumi, watching as his shikigami dogs nose at nen. satoru had given him hell when he found out that nen was asking about megumi’s dogs, telling him that he wanted to learn about nen’s ability to see curses in a different and in a more sentimental way.

“brat,” satoru whispers to him when nen screams, “thank you megu-nii!” after literally being tackled by the divine dogs.

“old man,” megumi retorts.

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nen cries hard when megumi told him that he has to leave with the divine dogs.

“megu-nii!” he wails, grabby hands turned to megumi as he squirms in satoru’s arms. megumi’s divine dogs are standing on either side of satoru, as restless as nen.

megumi expects satoru to say something cheeky; something like “you don’t need megu-nii, baby, daddy’s here,” but satoru is silent, hand rubbing at nen’s back in comfort.

megumi blinks, wondering if this is truly a serious moment and that he isn’t just downplaying nen’s sadness. he turns to you, astonished, but you just send a small smile at him. “he’s just really sleepy now,” you say, “and satoru told him yesterday that you won’t be visiting as much anymore because of school and he’s been very sad about that.”

“oh,” megumi utters, turning back to satoru and nen, watching him smother a yawn with his tiny fist. satoru begins bouncing nen in his arms, whispering something to him that only nen could hear.

nen misses him. nen misses him. megumi tries to stifle the bubbling joy.

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the next time he visits, he summons his divine dogs instantly. the three of them greet nen who turned at them with starry eyes.

and when megumi presented nen plush toys that are the exact replica of his divine dogs, he was prepared for nen’s excited shrilling.

“megu-nii is the best!”

no one entertains satoru’s dramatic gasp.

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[how we break masterlist]

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milqueandsugar · 2 years

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Hello how are you? I’ve been lurking around your blog for a while and first off all. Yes your work is just 🤌🏻✨.

Second could I request something about y/n’s hair turning grey already when they’re not even 20? And they’re in a fickle wether they like it or not but (person of choice) gives y/n a confidence boost. You can choose someone of your choice that fits this request. I don’t know if I’m being clear about it. (Idk who to request bc I’m just a houseplant obsessed teen🤪.) it can be platonic or not.

But last off all, I’m kinda mad that I’m turning gray already. Like in my family from my grandmother side (mom side off the family) their hair turns grey earlier then normal. But the weird shizzel is that I have very dark brown/black hair but my hair turns Snow White. Not gray or peper but Snow White! And I have Indonesian roots so like hah?! Like that is so opposite from each other😱 (sorry I ramble a lot)

But you can decide to do something with this or not. Just know I enjoy your work! Bye~

🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵

Warnings: Insecurities/self deprication

Genre: Fluff

| Philza |

Despite being alive for hundreds of years he has very few gray hairs

Believe me they're there if you look, but even then there isn't many

So when you begin to go gray you begin to panic

It hadn't been something either one of you had brought up, but with him being immortal and you being human, it had been long known you'd die far before he did

You had never really thought about it, it was something you knew but didn't dwell on, with your hair turning grey however, you mortality became painfully relevant

Your lover didn't seem to notice, if he did he didn't day anything about it, which only made your anxieties worse

That's how you ended up in the bathroom with a pair of tweezers pulling hair after hair from your head

"Y/n? Are you almost done? I have to pee!"

"Uh- yeah almost!"

"What are you even doing?"

"I'm almost done!"

Cue him promptly opening the door

Damn your lover and his zero boundaries

"Y/n, what are you doing?"

"I'm uh, pulling out my gray hears"

An awkward silence filled the room as he looked at you through the mirror

"...why?"

With a sigh you put the tweezers down, turning to properly face him

"They make me feel old"

Sudden laughter brought warmth to your cheeks, certainly wasn't the reaction you were hoping for

"Y/n you're not even thirty yet, what do you mean old?"

"Well- The- people's hair turns grey when they get old!"

"I didn't know albinos came out of the womb at sixty"

"That's different!"

"Is it? It's genetics, you got genetics that made your hair turn grey, they have genetics that make their hair come out white, tell me what the difference is"

Seeing that philza wasn't budging on this you felt your stomach churn

Soft hands lovingly carressed your cheeks as he pulled you in for a soft kiss

"Y/n, we'll talk about this later when I can show you how much I love you and your grey hairs, but I seriously have to pee"

Cracking a smile for the first time thst day you stole another kiss from the blondes lips

"Okay, okay I'm going"

Although still worried about your mortality, after a very convincing night you changed your mind on your grey hairs, maybe they weren't too bad

| Niki |

You had been lounging around the bakery before opening, icing the cakes niki had made the night prior while humming a small tune

Arms snaked around you as you worked

"Hello Schatz"

"Good morning to you too, you missed breakfast this morning"

"I was out"

"Oh?"

Assuming your lover was out training eith the syndicate you didn't raise anymore question, working on piping flowers across the surface

"Have you noticed anything?"

"Noticed wha-"

Turning you froze in your tracks, catching sight of your lovers now snow white hair

"What..?"

"I bleached it"

The look of pride and pure adoration in her blue eyes made you weak in the knees, if not a little confused

"It- it looks great! B-but why I thought you were giving your hair a break"

"I know you are upset about your hair, so I dyed my hair to match!"

The declaration nearly brought tears to your eyes as you wrapped your arms around her

"Oh my god I love you"

"Ich liebe dich auch Schatz"

The rest of the day was... less productive then your morning

Your eyes always drifting over to your girlfriends hair, a bit astonished by how great it looked on her, and how far she was willing to go for you

Everytime she caught you she gave you a wink and a dramatic flip of her hair, always leaving your cheeks warmed and your heart beating a little faster then it was before

If only she knew what she did to you

#dsmp x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader #dsmp imagine #mcyt x you #dsmp x you #philza imagine #philza x reader #philza x you #philza x y/n #niki x reader #niki x y/n #niki x you #nihachu x you #nihachu x y/n #nihachu x reader

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official-weasley · 3 years

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Meant to Be (Charlie Weasley x OC)

What happens when Bill brings home a girl and Charlie is completely awestruck by her?

WARNINGS: curse words, mentions of alcohol, SMUT

A/N: This chapter contains a rather long sexy scene (probably the longest I have ever written and well..it’s…juicy. I had a day, okay. BYE 🙈)

Chapter 14

Charlie

3 months later…

“Charlie, you got a minute?” I stopped in front of the Admission Office.

“Of course, Ernie. Got something for me?” I grinned at him.

“A letter from your brother.” He handed me the envelope. “What got you all cheered up today?”

“What do you mean?” I kept looking at the letter.

After all these months it still felt amazing getting a couple of letters per week from Bill.

“I heard you whistling walking here. You only whistle when you’re in a really good mood.” He smirked.

“It’s the first Saturday in August, Ernie. You know what that means!” I couldn’t hide the smile that spread across my face.

I can’t believe Ernie noticed when I whistle.

The truth is, I don’t recall the last time I was this happy. The mating season was over. Bill and I were on speaking terms again. Just last month I was able to see all my siblings and my parents again.

We had a family reunion and Bill and I got Ron drunk by accident. We had two bottles on the table. One with wine and the other with apple juice and we forgot to check the bottle before pouring him a drink.

He, of course, didn’t say anything and after two glasses he was hammered. Bill and I couldn’t stop laughing at the way he spoke and he was so tipsy. He tried getting up and almost fell flat on his face and then found it so funny that he fell off the bench we were sitting on.

It wasn’t funny when mum found us and saw something was wrong. Bill tried to distract her but failed and she figured us out. She made us take Ron to bed and then we planned to hide in the attic with the ghoul but mum found us and she shouted in our faces for a solid hour. I felt as if I was 12 again.

When she stopped she made us go down and wait on our family members for the rest of the night. Before we did, we made an excuse that we need to use the toilet and we locked ourselves in the bathroom on the middle floor and started laughing so hard I thought I won’t be able to catch a breath. We might be 23 and 25, which is way too old to make mum so mad, but we didn’t care. We were having the time of our lives.

I can’t begin to describe how happy it made me that I could hang out with Bill again. With my siblings. To get a bone-crushing hug from Ginny and play chess with Ron. It’s indescribable. For the first time since I started working in Romania, I wanted to plan my days off to go and see them again and I was loving it.

I was finally myself again. Talking to my family. Supporting and being there for my siblings. Teasing Bill for being so in love and having the best job in the world. I even made myself a bookshelf and I am slowly filling it with books.

My routine in the Sanctuary is more or less the same. I wake up. Make myself a coffee and go watch the sunrise. I am no longer overthinking if Rhylee’s going to be there and if she is, we simply watch the sun showing itself from behind the mountains together.

I didn’t think I would be able to be friends with her after what happened at her place that night but we grew even closer. She was one of my best friends. That didn’t mean my feelings for her faded away. But they were easier to bear now that I didn’t feel guilty for being in love with her.

I have come to terms that I will never call her mine. It was painful, I am not going to lie about that but at least I can move on and not overthink her every move.

Bill and my friends in the Reserve all think that I should tell her how I feel but every time they try and persuade me I stop them. I made a mistake telling my mates what Bill told me about Nick. Ever since I did they are trying to do everything to bring me and Rhylee together. At first, I wanted to kill them but now I just find it amusing.

I am proud of myself for how much I’ve grown. I feel more mature and I see things differently. I see what matters and I push myself to do things that make me happy. I read more. I run. I train Aami and Bean, that’s the name Rhylee decided to give our albino Short-Snout. I hang out with my friends and advise my siblings. I really couldn’t ask for more.

The fact that I am still awestruck every time I see Rhylee or that my heart wants to escape my ribcage every time she laughs or looks at me, is just a minor inconvenience now. I can deal with that with everything else being so great. I wouldn’t change my current life for anything in the world if it means I make my family happy and I can hang out with my friends while having the best job.

At first, I wanted to fight my feelings. Push them down. Get rid of them somehow. But I quickly realized that I can’t change them and that it’s pointless to think they are simply going away. I have meaningless sex and even though it’s never as it was with Rhylee, it still counts as a fun night and it’s a good distraction.

I might get lucky and find myself a girl to settle down with one day. For now, I was happy with the things being as they were. It wasn’t perfect but it was much much better compared to the painful loop I was in before.

“I’ll be damned!” Ernie’s voice brought me back to reality. “I forgot about the party tonight!” He slammed his hand at his forehead. “Thanks, Charlie for reminding me! Can you imagine me forgetting about it?” He shook his head.

“Ernie, if it’s going to be anything like last year, just the music and us being all over the place would remind you soon enough.” I laughed.

Every year, in the first week of August we had a party. We invited everybody from the neighboring wizard villages and there was always someone that borrowed something Muggles call speakers. We decorate the central area of our village with lights and put tables and chairs around it so it looks like a dance floor. We hang the speakers from the trees and we help with the cooking throughout the day.

The party officially begins the second we are done with work and the music starts playing. It’s something we all look forward to all summer. Theo has been talking about it for two weeks now. He made an entire plan on getting us all so wasted that if he asked Gerta out again, we won’t remember how she slaps him in the face.

“You’re right, mate! I’ll see you there!” Ernie started putting papers together. “I have to clean up the office early if I want to make it to the party in time!”

“Want me to help you? I just finished working.” I offered.

“Oh, no! You go get all nice and ready, so you can dance with the ladies!” He laughed and I followed.

“Will do, Ernie. Will do.” I waved to him and started walking toward my home.

People were already running left and right, checking if everything is ready. I unlocked my front door and closed it with my foot while opening Bill’s letter.

Dear Charlie,

I know you’re going to be busy this weekend with your big party and everything, but I just had to write to you about this.

I bought a wedding ring for Fleur today. I am planning on asking her to marry me this weekend. I am taking her to the beach near Shell Cottage. Dad said that perhaps we could even buy it if we ask aunt Muriel nicely. I don’t want to get my hopes up but I can imagine myself living with Fleur there.

I am planning a romantic picnic and popping the question by the end of the night! I would love your opinion on the matter but I sent out this letter too late for your owl to reach me with your answer. Perhaps while you’re reading this, I’m already engaged!

Can you feel how nervous I am through my letter?

Anyways, I just needed to share that with you!

Wish me luck!

Oh, and have fun at the party! Please have the time of your life and don’t hold back in case anything ought to happen, if you know what I mean!

Love, Bill

Merlin’s beard, he is getting engaged! It was Saturday, so either he is already or he will be soon!

I jumped in the air in the middle of my living room that’s how happy I was for him. I hope they can convince aunt Muriel to sell them Shell Cottage. We used to go there as kids and it’s a wonderful place to start a family.

I blinked as I felt my eyes water. I wish I had the time to write him back and tell him how fucking proud I am of him for doing this and that I think Fleur will be thrilled for how he is planning to propose. I can’t wait for them to have babies so I can be an uncle!

What was I doing?

I put the letter down and scratched my head. I was so excited for my brother that I completely forgot.

Party! Right!

I hurried to take a shower and then opened my closet to see what I could wear. I didn’t wear jeans for ages. So let’s go with that and a buttoned shirt. I checked myself out in the small mirror in the bathroom and combed my hair with my fingers. As much as I could comb it. My hair was untamable.

I think I look pretty good! Not that it matters as I knew Theo is going to get us all drunk in about 15 minutes! I locked the door behind me and started walking toward the music.

“There he is!” Andrew raised his glass at me the second he spotted me.

“Look at you being all handsome!” Theo put a hand over my shoulder the second I sat down.

“Are you flirting with me, Theodore?” I winked at him. “My place or yours?”

“Damn, Charles. Is that how you flirt with women because if I wasn’t married I would go with you right now.” Peter laughed.

“I would love to, Weasley. But I am going home with Gerta tonight!” Theo was determined.

“Really?” Andrew and John asked together before bursting out laughing.

“We should get one of those Muggle devices that capture what is going on. So that even if none of us remembers tonight we could watch it in the morning.” Evan said.

“I will stay sober just to see Theo get slapped by Gerta!” Peter smirked.

“You’re already tipsy, boss.” Andrew obviously didn’t believe Peter will stay sober.

“Damn, you’re right.” Peter said after a few seconds of thinking about it.

We all started laughing.

Three hours later our table had 3 empty bottles of Fire Whiskey on it, more empty beer bottles than one could count and the waitress just brought another round. To say that we were completely hammered was an understatement.

We were laughing at something, tears running down my face. I am pretty confident none of us knew what the joke was or who told it.

“Theodore, there you are damn it!” Our faces got serious the second we comprehended who was standing in front of us.

“Gerta, love!” Theo stood up, knocking a few bottles off the table.

“I am just wasted enough to say yes to you. Now come with me before I change my mind!”

I have no idea how Theo fancied this woman. I was terrified of her. Even her harsh voice scared me.

We all watched Theo and Gerta going towards her hut with our mouths open.

“Please, tell me one of us will be able to remember that in the morning!” Peter whined.

“I don’t think I could forget this if I drank the entire alcohol stash in the Sanctuary.” Andrew said slowly.

He looked like he was about to throw up.

“What is happening?” Evan, who was sleeping, leaned on his crossed arms, lifted his head.

“Gerta just took Theo home.” I answered, still in shock.

“What?!” I thought his eyes were going to fall out of their sockets and I think it’s safe to say he just sobered up.

“Look, Charlie!” Peter and John leaned against me. “It’s Rhylee.” They sang together.

“So?” I rolled my eyes.

I knew this was coming. I was hoping they would be too drunk to remember to tease me about her, but apparently, they weren’t there yet.

“Come on! Go and dance with her!” John tried pushing me to stand up but he was too weak.

It was funny how I was the youngest but did the best with alcohol.

“Give me a break, mates.” I pretended to look through the bottles to see if there was one that wasn’t opened yet.

“C’mon! She has been eyeing you all night!” Peter said. “Have some fun, will you!”

I sighed and got up. I knew they wouldn’t stop until I would go and ask her to dance. And to be perfectly honest, I was too drunk to care or to feel nervous about it.

I made my way to her. Surprised that I wasn’t tipsy at all.

“Hi.” I waved at her awkwardly. “Want to dance?”

“Sure!” She grinned and stood up at once.

I haven’t noticed how drunk she was until we reached the dance floor and she started hugging me. We danced to a few songs and I didn’t even dare to look at the table where my friends were sitting. They would probably start cheering.

The next song was a slow one. Shit! Who’s idea was this?

Rhylee pulled me closer, our bodies slamming against each other and if I wasn’t so steady on my feet we would collapse to the ground. She wrapped her arms around my waist and brought her face closer to mine.

“You look very handsome tonight.” She winked at me.

Okay, I think it’s time to take her home. She is drunk and doesn’t know what she’s saying.

“Thanks. You look great too.” I didn’t know what else to say.

Of course, she looked great. She was gorgeous. But I’m not going to admit that to her.

I didn’t like the way she was looking at me. Not one bit. It’s the same look she was giving me all night the night we had sex at the Burrow and I am not going through that again. I might not be hurting anyone this time but she was in a relationship.

“Let’s get you home, shall we.” I smiled at her and hugged her over the shoulder.

“No! Why?” She tried to stop me. “We just started dancing. Come on, Charlie! Loosen up a bit!” She got so close to me that if I wouldn’t move my head backward we would kiss.

This was getting out of hand.

She wrapped her hands around me again. How was she so strong if she was as drunk as she appeared to be? I sighed and we danced through one more song.

“Okay, now you can take me home.” Her whispering in my ear sent shivers down my spine.

We were slowly making our way through the crowd, toward her cottage when I remembered that I never opened the present she got me for Christmas at the Burrow. I have no idea why it popped in my head but I was just drunk enough not to care and admit to her that I lost it.

“Hey, Rhy?” I cleared my throat.

“Yes?” Her eyes were too hopeful for my liking.

“Do you remember the present you gave me for Christmas when we met?” She simply hummed in response.

I felt my cheeks turn pink. This was embarrassing. After what happened between us and she gave me the little package, I simply tossed it in my bag. I don’t remember where I put it once I got back to Romania and I don’t even know why we are talking about it now but apparently drunk Charlie’s curiosity got the better of him and wants to know what’s inside.

“I never got the chance to open it and I misplaced it somehow. What was inside?” I said as quickly as I could.

I didn’t want to offend her for losing it.

“What?” She laughed.

“What was inside the little box?” I repeated the question.

“Where did you lose it?” She ignored me.

“It has to be somewhere in my cottage if I didn’t toss it in the trash by accident.” I scratched my chin, thinking hard where it could be.

“Well, let’s go then!” She grabbed my hand and started walking.

“Where are you taking me?” I chuckled.

“We are going to search your place for my present!” She bestowed me with the biggest grin I have ever seen.

She seemed so pleased with her idea.

“Now?” I chortled.

“Yes!” She exclaimed. “The gift might be silly but we got to see what I got you!”

“You don’t remember?” I raised my eyebrows at her and she stopped walking for a second.

“I am not sure.” She said slowly after a few seconds. “Come on, Charlie! It’ll be fun!”

I haven’t seen her this relaxed and happy in months. She grabbed my hand and started walking towards my cottage again. She was so excited to do this that I simply couldn’t deny her the satisfaction of finding the little box. And to be completely honest, I didn’t want to stop her.

“Okay, so if I was a little box, where would I be?” She put her hands on her hips, thinking hard, her eyes scanning every shelf and drawer. I started in the kitchen and she went to check the compartment in my bathroom.

After half an hour we completely trashed the place but I didn’t mind at all. I was having too much fun with her. She started throwing the clothes out of my closet, jumper after jumper and I started moving the socks away to see if I tossed it in the drawer.

I almost gave up when my fingers touched something that wasn’t fabric. I pulled out a small red box with a green bow on it. This was it!

“Rhy, I found it!” I heard her gasp.

I think she was standing inside my closet. I laughed when she poked her head out of it. She was adorable!

She hurried to me, stepping over piles of clothes, and stopped right in front of me.

“Open it.” She whispered, her eyes on the box in my hands.

I slowly removed the lid and shook the box’s contents onto my palm. I couldn’t believe it. It was a dragon scale. A dragon scale of an albino dragon.

That’s what she got me for Christmas?

I know it didn’t mean anything because she didn’t even know who she was bringing the gift to but I was still astounded. She knew I loved dragons so she got me a dragon scale. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

“You call this a silly gift?” I breathed.

Rhylee dragged her finger across it and put it back in the box. I was so in shock at what it was that I didn’t notice how fast she was breathing. She took the box from my hand and placed it on top of my dresser.

“Rhy, are you o…”

She cupped my face and kissed me hard on the mouth. I was so startled by her action that I didn’t have the time to respond.

“I’m sorry.” She pulled away, her hand over her mouth.

“Emm…it’s okay.” I didn’t know what to say.

I just kept staring at her with my eyes wide open, trying to calm my heart down.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” I could see the panic in her eyes growing.

What the fuck am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to pretend I didn’t enjoy the kiss? Because that would be a bloody lie. I have been dreaming about kissing her again since we spent the night together at the Burrow.

Did she even know what she was doing? How drunk was she? Because that kiss definitely sobered me up! I thought we were over this. She stopped that night when I came to her place. Why did she do it now? I thought I was doing a good job being her friend. Why does she mess with me like this!

I needed every muscle in my body not to grab her hand and pull her back for another kiss. I can’t do this, can I? She has a boyfriend. Somebody will get hurt again! I can’t go through that guilt again. I can’t hurt someone else. Even if I don’t know the guy. Even if he is a prick like Bill said.

Bill…

What did Bill say in his letter this morning?

Please have the time of your life and don’t hold back in case anything ought to happen, if you know what I mean!

Don’t hold back. Bill, that’s not helping!

I was trapped. I wanted to grab her hand and prevent her from leaving but at the same time, I wanted to do the right thing. My heart was beating so fast that it hurt and the look in Rhylee’s eyes wasn’t helping me decide. It was a mix of panic and hope. Hope, that I would decide for her whether or not this was a bad idea.

Of course, it’s a bad idea, Rhylee! It’s the worst possible idea.

“I have to go.” She bowed her head and started towards the door of my bedroom.

It’s a bad idea.

It is a really bad idea.

I know, damn it!

But do I care?

I stepped toward her, almost tripping over the clothes on the floor.

Do I care?

I grabbed her hand and turned her around, our bodies colliding. Her eyes slowly moved up to lock with mine. We were both breathing heavily.

“Charlie.”

Damn it, Rhylee! You can’t say my name like that. Don’t ask for me to do something.

Okay, let’s go over this again.

Is it a bad idea? Yes.

Do I care? I am just drunk enough that it’s safe to say that no, I do not.

I placed my hands around her neck and kissed her. I thought she was going to resist me. I was waiting for her to pull away. But she didn’t. She was doing quite to opposite. She parted my lips with her tongue and it gently found mine. She was kissing me back.

Merlin’s beard, this was insane! I can’t believe I forgot how good her lips felt on mine. What an amazing kisser she was. How soft her lips were and with what passion she kissed me.

I put her hands on her hips and brought us closer to the bed. With a gentle nudge, she was lying on it, that playful look in her eyes again. I climbed on top of her and wrapped my fingers around her hair and gently pulled it back so she tilted her head and revealed her neck.

I placed a soft kiss just behind her right ear and I felt her tremble. I kissed her again, not so softly this time. I started biting her neck and I felt her moving under me.

This simply can’t be wrong. It felt too right to be wrong.

I pushed myself up and started to unbutton my shirt. I looked down at her. Damn, she was so sexy. She always was but the fact that she was wearing a dress when she always wears either jeans or sweatpants was frying my brain.

“Please, fuck me, Charlie!”

Seriously, she was begging me?

Why in Godric’s Hollow did I put a shirt with so many buttons on? I don’t have time to do this! I put my hands on my chest and pulled the shirt off me. The sound of fabric ripping filled my ears and my heart started pumping even faster when I saw Rhylee’s eyes shine.

I helped her get up and pressed her against the wall. She wants me to do her, I will do it my way!

I took my precious time unzipping her dress. I could feel her getting impatient but I knew she liked the tease. If she only knew what she got herself into.

She took her arms out of her sleeves and shook her body so the dress fell off her. I turned her around, her back to the wall now, and spread her legs. She was observing my every move, curious what I was going to do next.

“Lift your arms.” I demanded and without questioning me they were above her head.

I wrapped my left hand around her wrists and pulled her underwear down with my right one. I unhooked her bra without hesitation. She was now standing in front of me, completely naked. I stuck my tongue down her throat while circling her nipple. She moaned in my mouth.

Oh, Rhylee, you haven’t felt anything yet.

I slowly moved my fingers down across her belly button, still kissing her. It didn’t really surprise me that the second my fingers ran past her clit, they drowned in her wetness. She gasped in my mouth as I started moving them in circles.

I let go of her arms now and she put them around my neck, trying to keep it together. I have to say she was doing a rather poor job.

“What is it?” I teased her when I started moving my fingers around faster and her eyes rolled back.

“Fuck…you.” She said between her moans.

“I’m a little busy focusing on you right now, Rhy.” I whispered to her.

She tried squeezing her legs together but I didn’t let her. I felt her getting tighter and I was determined not to stop until she screams from pleasure.

“Are you going to cum already?” I laughed playfully.

“I…I can’t hold it.” She cried.

“Oh, don’t hold back.” I bit the tip of her ear as her breathing got even faster.

She buried her fingers in my hair and kissed me. She was pressing hard against my lips, clutching my fingers with her soaked walls, muffling her moans with the kiss. It was pure euphoria, feeling her tremble. It brought me pleasure on another level.

“Stop.” She finally pulled herself together to talk.

“Are you sure?” I mocked her.

The look in her eyes was saying otherwise.

“It’s your turn.” She winked at me.

“Oh, I am not done with you.” I pressed her harder against the wall and placed a gentle kiss on her collar bone.

She winced, her body still sensitive to my touch.

She was speechless and her eyes were full of the wonder of what my next move will be.

“You begged me to fuck you. Don’t you know you have to think before you speak?”

I bit her neck. And her shoulder. And made a few circles with my tongue around her nipple, while playing with the other one with my finger. I kissed the scar that painted her belly. And just below the belly button. I got to my knees and spread her legs again.

I slowly ran my finger across her clit and she shivered.

“Are you ready to cum for me again?” She bit her lip and nodded in reply.

My fingers slipped back into her. This time I decided to take it more slowly. Let’s see how she likes it if I move my fingers in and out. Does that do anything?

She arched her back, scratching the wall behind her. And what if I do this?

I spread her legs just a bit more, lowered my head, and kissed her wet lips.

“Oh.” She let out a sigh.

I ran my tongue over her clit and started turning it in gentle circles. As she started breathing faster I doubled the pressure and felt her knees give in.

“Keep it together, Rhy.” I teased, my fingers still hard at work.

She grabbed my hair and pushed me back to continue my work.

“Fuck, Charlie.”

I don’t know if she was so horny or was I doing such a good job as it didn’t take her long to cum again. Her body was spasming more than before and this time she didn’t have my lips to stifle her moans. I loved how loud she was. How her pleasureful sounds filled my ears. It was like a drug.

I got up and wrapped my arms around her. She was a mess.

“Have enough yet?” I winked at her.

“No.” She giggled.

“Good.” I nodded.

I put my hands on her hips and lifted her and she automatically wrapped her legs around me. I gave her just enough space between our bodies that she unzipped my jeans and pulled them off.

She grabbed my dick, looking me straight in the eyes, and bit her lips when she placed it right in front of her juicy entrance. I don’t know what she was expecting as a surprised gasp left her mouth when I thrust in her.

She wrapped her arms around me and held tight to keep herself steady, moaning while I was rocking my hips back and forth.

Fuck, she felt good. This was insane. I knew that with all the adrenaline running through my veins, the alcohol left my head a long time ago but I still felt dizzy. I can’t believe it was even better than the last time.

I fantasized about sleeping with her more times than I would like to admit. I just couldn’t help it. She was the best I ever had. I could be myself around her. Somehow I knew exactly what she wanted and I wanted to give it to her. Badly.

I have to start thinking about something else. She felt too good and she was getting tighter again. I want to wreck her completely. I want her to forget her name and I want her to scream mine again.

“Charlie.” She moaned in my ear.

“Have enough of me yet?”

“Charlie.” She said louder.

“Yeah.”

“I…”

“What is it, sweetheart?” I placed a soft kiss on her neck as I started to move my hips even faster.

“I…”

“Come on, you can do it.” I encouraged her to speak.

I was too amused by how weak she was.

“Oh, my…” Her eyelids fluttered and I felt her squeezing me even more.

“Cum for me again.” I breathed.

I could watch her moan and twist from pleasure all night every night.

“Charlie, I can’t.” She finally managed to complete a full sentence.

I stopped moving my hips and froze.

“Are you okay?” I lifted her chin and made her look at me.

“Why the fuck did you stop?” Her eyes widened.

“You said you can’t, I thought…” I blinked at her.

I was so confused.

“I…” She bit her lip and looked away.

“What is it?” I tilted my head to find her eyes again.

“I never came three times before.” She mumbled so fast that I thought I heard her wrong.

“Oh.” I pressed my lips together, to stop them from spreading into a smile. “Well, do you think you could cum again?” I asked gently.

“Yes. I was close.” That naughty smile is going to be the death of me.

“Then let’s break your record, shall we?” I smirked at her and lifted her so she wrapped her legs around me again.

I entered her slowly this time and she pushed my hips more towards her immediately when she saw what I was doing.

“Don’t get slow on me now, Weasley.” She bit my lip and sent a new wave of adrenaline through my veins.

I decided to tease her just for saying that. I slowly pulled my hips back, so that only my tip was inside of her and then pushed my hips forward again with such a force that it took her breath away.

I did it again.

And again and again and again until she started screaming from pleasure again. For a second I thought she was going to pass out as her eyes sealed shut and she gasped for air between her moans. But I was determined not to stop until her body relaxes or she tells me to stop. She was doing neither.

She barely had the strength to wrap her hand around my neck so I could lift her when she stopped moaning. I took her to my bed and covered her.

“What are you doing?” She asked, her voice rusty from all the sounds she was making.

“I’m going to take a shower. You need some rest.” I winked at her.

“We need to take care of you first.” Her eyes moved from mine, down to my dick which was still hard.

“You can do that later. Now rest.” I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

I walked out of the room, straight into the shower.

Just as the hot water started running down my body, I felt her press her body against mine from behind.

“Miss me already?” I turned around and smirked.

“I told you…” She kneeled. “We have to take care of you.”

She didn’t have a chance to say anything else as she grabbed my dick and put it in her mouth. Damn, she was good at sucking dick. It was unbelievable. I was the one with weak knees now. She was moving her mouth so fast as if she wanted to get revenge for before.

I wanted to watch her doing it. I wanted to see how she chokes on my dick but I couldn’t. It felt too good and I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling back and closing them. I buried my fingers into her wet hair and helped her move.

I loved how she enjoyed doing it. The way she was moaning and looking up at me. I can’t take it anymore. I let out a loud groan as I came, the water washing my load off her face.

“Now, I can rest.” She smirked and I helped her get up.

I turned her around, wrapped my arms around her and placed a kiss on her shoulder.

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boxboysandotherwhump · 3 years

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You need to be strong now.

Thank you so much @finder-of-rings for reading over this :3

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Chapter 8

CW: injured hurting and disoriented whumpee, hallucinations referring to Sahar’s past, rough medical treatment,

After Gideon had bound Sahar‘s arm, everything had happened in a haze of pain. Experiences and impressions, the agony eating through his bones, all blurred together.

They had struggled through the forest in a sluggish flow and flying race. Reached the farm. The snails had scurried all over the plateau. Doors had creaked open. The living room had tilted sideways. He‘d been heaved onto the table. Hard wood pressed into his back. Had he screamed? His throat felt torn. Thirst. He was so thirsty. But he couldn‘t tell them. His voice, lost to pain, lost to the woods.

Lost. Lost. Lost.

Rock-a-bye baby

out the city you‘re tossed.

Don‘t drown in the river

and forever you‘re lost.

His mother's singing echoed through his skull, coming from nowhere and everywhere, bouncing off bone so heavy it hurt.

Everything fucking hurt and Sahar sobbed. His legs twitched in a feeble attempt to curl up, but the movement only sent new waves of pain up torn, useless twitching muscles. They rubbed and coiled around the tooth splinters buried deep in his flesh. Bone fragments shifted under his skin.

Rock-a-bye baby

your sleep‘s just begun.

The battle is over

the woods have won.

Her voice was an impossibly loud whisper. A heavy breath down his neck. Sahar‘s head jerked around, sightless eyes blown wide and wandering.

She couldn‘t be here. His mother had stayed behind the window, let the curtain fell shut.

Nightmare banished behind glass.

She couldn‘t! She wasn‘t.

Memories bled out of Sahar‘s head and he didn‘t know how to stop them. His icy fingers tapped over smooth worn wood but it wasn‘t enough. It was not enough and his body burned with the urge to move but it burned up with pain too, pain that suspended him in stillness, that stole his voice from the tip of his tongue and all he could force out was a hoarse whimper.

"Hey, hey, hey. Easy.“ Gideon‘s dark irises danced in the white of his eyes as he pressed Sahar into the table. Brown trembling hands held his twitching, bleeding body and Gideon‘s words ran together in one rushed exhalation. "Don‘t move. Yeah, jus‘ like that. Stay still.“

Blood bloomed on Gideon‘s white uniform. Poppy flowers in winter.

Poppy only grows in summer. But it is summer. Isn‘t it?

So why was there snow, chilling him to the bone? Freezing his hands so every soft tap of fingertip against table felt dulled? Failed to calm him.

Thoughts slip-slided around in his head.

Gideon and Charlotte whispered in panic hushed voices, but their words were impossible to catch.

His eyes fluttered close. Opened again.

"Okay, okay Charlotte, darling, calm down.“

Moira? Was that really-? Sahar shifted his head, neck straining towards the warm familiar voice. But when-

"Gideon did an exceptional job binding Sahar‘s wound, but we‘ll take it from here. No. No you guys- No Gideon, we can‘t bring him to the hospital. I‘ve seen and treated worse back in the old days. Trust me. You two go home now. Now.“

A cool hand, rough from years of hard work, found its way onto Sahar‘s forehead and he pressed into the touch, mewling. Moira‘s face, wrinkled with worry, smiled down at him. "You‘re doing great sweetheart. Just keep breathing like that and stay conscious for me.“

'Yes,' he wanted to say but couldn‘t muster more than a choked sob.

“You are being so perfect. Ansgar?! Ansgar get my medical case, two buckets of clean warm water, towels, all of them-“ There was a pause. Moira‘s lips pursed in consideration as she pressed and prodded at his mutated arm, eliciting a low moan from him. Steady hands petted Sahar‘s forehead, brushed sweat soaked hair from his face. "Attaboy. Ansgar, bring the saw set from the workshop, too. Don‘t stare at me like that. Hurry!“

A cotton cloth was eased into Sahar's mouth after Ansgar returned with the gathered supplies.

A tremor hid in Moira‘s words, danced along her vowels like wind, barely there. "You have to be really really strong for me now.“

Sahar gave a feeble nod as Moira sprayed a small saw with disinfectant. Her gloved hands placed it on a metal tray, next to already sterilized scalpels, tweezers and chisels.

Moira picked up the scalpel.

"Wait.“ Ansgar stepped around the table to where Sahar‘s head rested, cheek pressed against the table. Warm, large hands cupped his shoulders with a gentle squeeze. "You forgot the anesthetic.“

"No.“ Moira‘s words were gravestone rubble, rough edged and heavy. "I didn‘t.“

"This is barbaric Moira.“

"No! It‘s what's necessary to keep him alive. If the pain dies off, so does his mutation. And his mutation is the only thing standing between him and that poison."Moira's eyes sparked wildfire fury, blazing blue like a flame's hottest part.

"I will not lose another son because I was too softhearted to act! Ansgar. I will not.“ Her voice caught, cut by old grief, resurfacing from its shallow grave. "I can‘t. Not again.“

Something wet dripped on Sahar‘s face, trickled slowly down his cheek and Ansgar‘s grip around his shoulders tightened, his voice an earthquake aftershock tremor. "Be quick.“

Shaking fingers tousled his hair, picked the spit tacky cloth from his chest and pressed it against his lips. Sahar opened them with a whimper and let the fabric be shoved between his teeth, once more. He bit down. He concentrated on the pressure of his jaw. The faint throbbing ache of muscle. Wet tongue gliding over coarse cloth.

Focus. Focus on the feeling. Ignore everything else. Don‘t think about anything else. Especially not the bone saw. How its blade would feel, licking at his skin, biting and burrowing until it broke through, until it would start to tear him apart.

"I will. I promise.“

Sahar scrunched his eyes shut as Moira set to work.

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survivingthejungle · 4 years

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everybody wants to rule the world (caliban)

When Sabrina was 8 years old, her life got a little more unusual. Being a half witch raised by her two aunts and cousin (all full-blooded witches) in a mortuary was not a common experience for most children. But things became different when another cousin, from her mother's side of the family, came to live in the Spellman house. Her mother, Diana, had a brother, William; WIlliam married and had a daughter just two years before Sabrina was born. She was named Genevieve Sawyer, and she and her paternal cousin had been very close to one another their entire lives. When it was heard that William had been shot and that Genevieve's mother was not fit to parent, the girl's cousin and family immediately stepped up to take her in and be her legal guardians.

Despite Genevieve's unfortunate circumstances, she never lost her bright personality or kindness. She seemed to stick out like a sore thumb in the Spellman house from time to time, but it was a welcome change of pace for everyone who lived there. For the next eight years after she had gone to live with her cousins and aunts, she had grown into a compassionate, driven young lady. Growing with her were several pets she had acquired over the years. Genevieve had a special love for animals and so had adopted many. She had a spotted turtle named Tucker, whom she had rescued from getting run over by a truck one morning. She also had an orange tabby cat named Tex, a green budgie named Pico, and a blue pit bull terrier named Bambi. The latest addition to the family was an albino ball python, whom she was currently in the process of naming.

"Genevieve. I mean it this time," scolded her aunt Zelda. "No more pets. You have barely enough space for them all, and I won't allow any more of this."

"No more, aunt Zelda. I got it. This guy is the last," she affirmed, gesturing with the snake which was slithering over her shoulders and down her left arm. Her aunt shuddered.

"How you can allow that thing near you is beyond me."

"She's sweet!" she defended. "She's just curious."

"She stays in your room only. If I see a snake slithering about my house I won't hesitate to kill it."

"She won't go anywhere. Promise."

Once her aunt had finished scolding her and left her room, she turned her attention back to her new friend. "What do we call you, huh?" Genevieve said. She set the snake down on her bed and flipped on her record player against the wall to fill the silence, and an old Fleetwood Mac album started spinning. "Well," she said, "I have to take Bambi and Tex on a walk, so I guess we should put you in your tank, huh?" She moved the young albino to the mostly empty tank and placed the lid over it, promising, "I'll get you some decorations while I'm out." Then she put on a pair of socks, laced up her shoes, and grabbed two harnesses and leashes from the footboard of her bed, heading downstairs to find the only two of her pets that were mammals. "Morning, aunt Hilda," she greeted the small blonde woman.

"Oh, g'morning my love! Are you taking Tex and Bambi on a walk?"

"Yeah, once I find 'em." "Well you'll eat first, won't you?" She pointed to the table. "Some toast for you."

"You're the best," Genevieve said, sitting down to take a bite of it. The toast was covered with peanut butter and sliced bananas; simple, but a favorite of the girl's. She finished eating quickly and was off again in search of her cat and dog, finding them in the family room. Tex was lounging on the couch and Bambi had seemingly been banished by him, staring at the tabby from the ground. "You wanna go on a walk?" she said to them both, her voice increasing by about an octave. Bambi's ears perked up and her eyes widened; Tex hopped down from the couch and over to circle Genevieve's legs. "Hey auntie," she called into the kitchen, "Do you know where Beans went?"

"Yes," her aunt called back, "I believe she went to go see Harvey, Roz, and Theo?"

"Okay. Thank you!" She then strapped both of the harnesses onto Tex and Bambi and put them on their leashes, and then made their way outside to their usual walking route. About halfway through their walk she and her two companions made a detour to go to Harvey's garage, where Genevieve had guessed their band would be practicing and where her cousin had gone to find them. Heading around behind his house, she found the garage door unlocked and entered in to find the four of them seemingly discussing something important.

"'Vieve," Sabrina greeted as soon as she saw her cousin. "What's up?"

"I was walking Tex and Bambi," she responded, holding up the two leashes attached to both animals. "What's up with you?"

"Sabrina's trying to take us to Hell," Theo told her.

Genevieve's eyebrows raised and she went to take a seat on the couch closest to her. "Why?" she asked Sabrina.

"Nick." She said his name sadly; she knew her cousin missed him a lot and felt guiltier every day she left him trapped there. "I think I found a way to get him out."

"But, like… He's still…" Genevieve trailed off, not knowing how to formulate her thoughts exactly.

"Yes," she responded, knowing what the girl was getting at. "A flesh Acheron. But I might have a solution for that too."

—

Sabrina had brought the five of them through Dorian's portal to Hell with an incantation, where they landed on a cold, dark beach, coughing up the salt water that had gotten into their lungs. "Wait, so… Hell is a beach?" Harvey asked.

"The Shores of Sorrow," Sabrina whispered hauntingly.

Theo stood up and pointed out at the water. "Guys. Look. What are those?" There were tall wooden structures standing above the waves, and from them came pained groans and wails. Hands were reaching out, desperate to grab whatever would come close to them.

"They're the souls of the damned," called a deep, unfamiliar voice. The group turned their heads to look for the source, and saw a large sandcastle and someone walking out from behind it. He had blond hair and was wearing a flowing white shirt that he had left unbuttoned. "They drown as the tide rolls in. Over, and over," he said, looking out at them, "For all eternity."

"Bummer," Genevieve whispered to Roz.

"Hi," Sabrina greeted him as the group approached him. "We're looking for Lilith." He didn't respond. "Uh, Madame Satan? S-Queen of Hell?" The boy looked pointedly at her, on the verge of a smirk. "She's in Pandemonium, if you happen to know the way." He turned his head and pointed left. Sharp jaw, Genevieve thought.

"All blood flows to Pandemonium." Sure enough, there was a large rock through which blood was flowing, that seemed to turn into a path further up the beach. "Follow the blood-red road where it flows, and there you'll find the throne of Hell," he instructed, still pointing.

"Thanks," Sabrina said. He pushed his hair back from the wind blowing on the beach, smirk still present. What does he know that we don't? her cousin wondered. "And you are?"

He seemed as if he were about to respond, but decided against it. "Never step off the road," he advised. He looked at their feet then. "It's clever you're wearing dead men's shoes. Though… any demon worth his salt can smell mortal flesh a mile away."

Genevieve's brows furrowed. "Ew." The boy glanced at her and then turned back to his project.

"Come on," Sabrina said, "Let's go." The four trailed behind her, but Genevieve stayed still for a moment. "Hey! I like your sandcastle," she called to the boy. He looked back at her, intrigued. "Bye!" she waved. He lifted a hand in return, and she was on her way.

—

The journey through hell had been… adventurous, to say the least. Between the field of crucified people beating eaten by crows, to the forest with a magical flower and a bloodthirsty tin man, to a horrific mock-high school classroom, Genevieve and the others were exhausted, scared, and ready to go back to earth. After being rescued by Lilith's helper, a man dressed in a bellhop's outfit and being seated at some hellish feast, she and Sabrina began a conversation about getting Nick out of Hell and taking care of Theo's uncle's soul as well. The Infernal Kings weren't recognizing Lilith's newfound authority, so she struck a deal with Sabrina- the throne for her boyfriend and her friend's uncle. Sabrina, of course, agreed, and the process had begun.

—

"Infernal court, I bid you welcome," Lilith greeted from the throne. The three demonic kings stood before her in wait. "The city of Pandemonium has an honored guest. May I present to the hordes, Sabrina Morningstar, daughter of Lucifer Morningstar." Sabrina walked to stand next to the woman and looked around the throne room. "In his absence, she has come to officially declare me Queen of Hell. Isn't that right, Sabrina?"

"Yes, that's right," she told them.

"This is treason! Heresy!" the Kings protested. "Lilith is a concubine, not a queen. We do not recognize her. She was Lucifer's whore. The realms are in chaos, and the Earth, the Pit, the Heavens, the Cosmos, they all reject Lilith's claim to the throne."

"And who do you propose would rule?" she shot back.

That was the million dollar question, it seemed, because the Kings got a nefarious look in their eyes. "All hail Caliban, Prince of Hell. Molded from the clay of the Pit itself, native son of the inferno, born to restore and rule our dark domain!"

"Hello again," said the supposed Prince Caliban, in yet another open top. He maintained the smug look on his face that he was wearing at their last encounter.

"Uh, hi?" Sabrina said, mildly confused.

"What is this?" Lilith questioned. "This is salvation," he told her. "Since the Dark Lord's desertion, the Nine Circles of Hell have been breaking down. I, Caliban, will restore stability and do what Lucifer failed to do… conquer the earth. Remake it as our Tenth Circle, and enslave the tribes of mortal and witch."

Before anyone else could get a word in edgewise, Genevieve spoke up. "No? You most certainly will not!" she said. He raised his eyebrows at her. "Dude. You're… you're not even a real person." Her brow furrowed. "Someone gets one good blast with a hairdryer and what happens? You dry up and crack?"

"I'm afraid that's not how it works, darling." He stepped closer. "Though you are clever for that." Yet another smirk. Smug bastard. Closer. And closer.

She glared at him. "Thanks," she deadpanned.

"You are pretty, for a mortal," he said to her. "Maybe I'll have mercy on you." He lifted a hand to beside her face and toyed with a strand of hair that had fallen out of her braid.

"Don't touch me." She slapped his hand away, and he stepped back. Sabrina and Lilith had been whispering to each other from the moment that Caliban revealed his plan. But now, she was seemingly comatic; her eyes and Nick's were both glazed over in red and they were both catatonic. But when her senses came back and her eyes returned to normal, she had adopted a newfound confidence. "No, we won't," she said to Lilith. "I am Sabrina Morningstar," she announced to the hordes, "And that throne is mine. By blood, and by birth."

"Here we go again," Harvey muttered. Genevieve chuckled.

"Yours to give me, you mean," Lilith interjected.

"No. Mine. To claim." She sat on the throne herself, and her cousin had to admit that she looked rather regal.

"We do not accept this!" the Kings argued. "The witch lives on Earth. She cannot possibly rule Hell."

"You've obviously never been to high school."

"You are a child, not a queen," another King shot.

"I am a young woman." Right on, her cousin thought.

"You cannot fulfill your father's duties." "I can," she insisted, looking at Lilith. "With Lilith as my advisor." "What?" "Isn't that what kings and queens do when they're too young to rule?" she argued. "They appoint a…" "Regent," Lilith offered. "Yes. As a matter of fact, yes." "Then you, Lilith, are my regent."

"I dispute this." Caliban, of course.

"Okay, Dirt-Man," Genevieve said. She had begun to harbor a deeply personal sense of loathing for him, especially because of how he disrespected her cousin's authority and was a raging narcissist.

After an attempted challenge for the crown, Sabrina dismissed the court and he and his clique left Pandemonium. She and the rest of the group, along with Nick and his tongue, followed Dorian's instructions and used the flower and the incantation to return home.

—

Sabrina had royally fucked up— no pun intended. After fumbling her first soul retrieval and getting locked in an industrial freezer by her second, she was beginning to lose hope. And she was running out of time. While Lilith was out searching for the wayward queen, the clay prince decided to go on his own adventure.

—

Genevieve was occupied in her cozy, bright room when a gust of spiraling flames interrupted her peace. She had been lying in her bed, reading a book and accompanied by all of her pets (which was a rare occurrence). Pico had nestled onto Tuck's shell and they were both napping. Bambi was curled up against her side and Tex at her feet, and the new snake— whose name, she decided, was Rhiannon— was also curled at the end of the bed. "Quite the companions you've got," he spoke deeply, disturbing the silence. "You!" she said, sitting up and starting all but the python. "What are you doing in my room?" she asked, exasperated.

"Here to see you, of course," he told her, sitting down on the edge of her bed. Genevieve

was still perplexed.

"...Why?"

"You amuse me, mortal. And you've caught my eye. Your friend may be the Queen of Hell—"

"Cousin," she corrected.

"Your cousin may be Queen, but it's you who's really captured my attention."

"I… Okay," she responded, brows furrowed.

"No one's ever spoken to me as boldly as you have. Especially for a mortal. If I wanted to punish you, in fact, it would be well within my rights. Even your cousin could not do anything about it; laws in Hell differ than on Earth."

"So, what. You're here to kill me? Because I threatened your ego?" Genevieve rolled her eyes and got up, Bambi following after her. She grabbed Rhiannon and carried her over to her tank, flipping the switch for her heater and closing the lid. She then grabbed Tuck, as gently as possible to allow him to keep napping, and put him in his tank as well.

"Of course not," he chuckled. "You're much too interesting. It would be a shame for your potential to go to waste." "Potential," she said, disinterested. Walking to her door, she slipped on a pair of shoes that sat against the wall. "For?"

"For you to align with me. You may not like me much now, but I'm sure you'll grow to."

"For me… I'm sorry, what? You expect me to betray my cousin for someone who wants to literally enslave my people and take over the Earth?" He said nothing. "No!" she waved her hand at him, signaling for him to leave. "Be gone. Or... whatever you say to banish demons." She left her room and headed down the hallway and to the stairs, but Caliban was not far behind. Neither was Bambi.

She made a pit stop in the kitchen to make herself a sandwich before she left the house. "Do you think me unreasonable?" Caliban asked, leaning against the counter while she worked.

"Well, yeah. Actually I do."

He grabbed her hand before she could continue. Making sure to never break eye contact, he pleaded, "Please. Let me prove you wrong." She pulled her hand away.

"Why are you so dead set on this?" she groaned. "I said no!" A frustrated laugh left her lips.

"I'll make you a deal," he pressed. She returned her attention to her sandwich and refused to look at him. "Submit to me, and I will abandon my plan to enslave the tribes of Earth." Still, silence. Genevieve pretended that he wasn't even there anymore, slipping Bambi a piece of turkey in between the two of them. Once again, Caliban brought his hand up and grabbed her chin; she couldn't turn away.

"You won't get the chance," she spat. "My cousin is the Queen. Your plan will never happen." He opened his mouth to argue, but in a split second, decided against it.

"If that's truly how you feel, then I concede. But know my offer still stands." Genevieve shrugged, straight-faced, unsure how to respond.

"Will you leave now? I have somewhere to be," she told him, putting her sandwich in a baggie and walking to the kitchen table where a backpack was hanging off the back of a chair.

"Will the lady allow me to escort her?" he countered. She threw her food, a water bottle, and a sports drink into the bag as she considered it.

"Fine, I guess." She slung the backpack over her shoulder before kneeling down to scratch and kiss Bambi's head. "Bye, Bambi!" she said, her voice having gone up at least an octave. The blue pit thumped her tail and opened her mouth in a typical pit bull smile. Without a word, she stood up and passed Caliban to go retrieve her sneakers which were sitting by the front door. He followed, attentive to her every move. She locked the door behind her on her way out and began walking into town.

"Where are you headed to?" he asked her.

"The gym. I coach junior high volleyball."

"Is that a mortal sport?"

"Yeah. I played for a long time."

"Why did you stop?"

Genevieve stayed silent for a beat. "When I was still in high school, a few colleges wanted to recruit me for their teams. I would have gone to any of them, but…"

"But what?" "Well, I don't really know what I want to do with my life. I didn't want to just up and leave my family with no plan. So after I graduated this spring, I decided to take a gap year to figure out what I want to do."

"Have you figured it out yet?" he asked. His tone seemed genuinely interested.

She stayed quiet for a while longer. "No," Genevieve admitted, dejectedly.

"Maybe you should work with animals," Caliban offered. "Really? Why?"

"You seem to like them enough, you've got several as pets."

"Yeah, that's fair. But I don't think I could ever be a vet," she claimed.

"Then don't. Try something else."

"Like what?"

"You're the mortal here, not me," he chuckled. "You know more about your options than I do." Genevieve let out a little laugh as well. "Think about it," he advised her.

"I will. Thank you, Caliban."

—

Sabrina didn't return home until well past midnight. As she walked through the front door and quietly closed it, her cousin broke her silence from the stairs. "Where you been, Beans?"

Sabrina nearly jumped, startled. "I was— Oh, Aunties," she muttered, finally facing all three of them.

"Well, do you care to explain yourself?" Zelda questioned. Sabrina glanced at Genevieve, who was leaning over the top of the banister and mouthed I didn't say anything.

"Oh, I'm sorry I missed your first day at the Academy," she apologized. "I had this prob-"

"How many secrets are you keeping from us?" Zelda interrupted.

Hilda piped up in typical good-cop fashion. "You didn't happen to go to Hell, bring back your father, the Dark Lord, and stick him in the bowels of the Academy without telling us, did you?"

"Putting what's left of the coven, not to mention the entire world, in grave peril, just so you can see your boyfriend."

"That's not why I did it," Sabrina argued.

"Oh, God. Here we go again," Genevieve muttered as Tex jumped up onto the bannister beside her. She gave his head an absent-minded scratch as she watched the scene unfold.

"Oh, I know why you did it. Cassius delivered a stack of books with rituals about soul transference… I thought the Dark Lord was bad. I thought he was dangerous, but Lilith preserve up from his demented, lovesick daughter."

"Aunt Zelda!" Genevieve shouted. "That was so uncalled for!"

"I couldn't just leave Nick in Hell!" Sabrina defended herself. "Every second he was down there, he was in torment. Aunties, every second he was in pain."

"We know, darling," Hilda tried to comfort.

"And it's my fault." Her cousin began to tear up with the thought of Nick's suffering. "He did it for me. I couldn't just… wash my hands of him." Hilda stepped off of the stairs and went to Sabrina to try to comfort her. "I owed it to Nick to at least try and get Lucifer out of his body and into someone else's."

Zelda had begun to abandon her condemnation of Sabrina's actions, instead demanding that she come up with a well thought-out plan. "Whose? Where do you expect to find another vessel strong enough to withstand being turned into a flesh Acheron for the Devil himself?"

In a moment of perfect timing, Ambrose and Prudence appeared in the front hallway with a raggedy, bearded man at their feet. "Aunties," he greeted. "I'm home." It was evident in his tone and lack of breath that he was exhausted. "Any chance of a cuppa?"

Genevieve went downstairs and followed her cousin and Prudence into the kitchen. 'Whatcha want, 'Bose?"

"Something to help me sleep, finally," he rasped. "Thank you, cousin." (They weren't really cousins, but it was how they had referred to each other since Genevieve had come to live with them those 8 years ago.)

"You too?" she asked Prudence. "Yes, please."

—

The next night, Sabrina returned home and immediately headed to Genevieve's room to de-stress from her arduous day. "That jerk Caliban challenged me for the throne," she sighed, laying down on Genevieve's bed. "Again. Legally, this time. And I had to accept it."

Her cousin took a deep breath. "Wow. He's really not letting it go, huh?"

"No. I wish he would, though."

"Well, what was the challenge? What do you have to do?"

"We're both supposed to search for the Unholy Regalia. It's a Hell thing," she explained at Genevieve's confusion. "The first item is Herod's Crown."

"H- King Herod? Like 'kill the babies' Herod?"

"That's the one."

"Jesus," Genevieve exhaled. "...No pun intended." She had been sitting on the floor with Rhiannon, watching as she explored the room, but stood up to sit next to her cousin. "Beans, you've got a lot on your plate right now. Are you sure you're gonna be okay?"

Sabrina considered her question for a moment. "No. Actually, I'm not sure. But I have to do this." She shut her eyes tight for a few seconds before opening them again and sitting upright. "And I have so much homework on top of this."

"You know what? I don't have anything to do tonight. You go to bed, I'll do your homework tonight." Sabrina smiled softly at her cousin.

"Vieve, you don't have to do that—"

"I know. But I want to. You need to rest. Besides," Genevieve said, "I already got through all of those classes once. I can do a few assignments tonight."

—

It was about eleven o'clock that same night and Genevieve was on a productive streak- in terms of getting her cousin's homework taken care of. She had advised Sabrina to talk to Ambrose the following day about looking for the crown and, subsequently, the rest of the regalia. In the midst of her focus, a gust of heat hit her and she could sense a presence in her room. She didn't even bother to turn around from her desk. "Go away, Caliban."

"I take it you've heard about my challenge, then?"

Genevieve set her pencil down and stared at him. "Do you have any idea the shit Sabrina's been going through, lately? I know you don't care, because all you want is power, but she's an actual person with other responsibilities and an entire life that she's dealing with on a daily basis. You're made of clay and you're from Hell, I get it, you must not have any sense of empathy, but this is taking a toll on everyone. You are such a raging narcissist." Caliban's smirk had dissipated by now. "Get out of my house, Caliban. I'm busy."

"You're wrong," he said. He was uncharacteristically quiet. "I can be empathetic." He sat down on the edge of Genevieve's bed, and Tex had allowed him to pet his head. "I do have emotions."

"Showing them from time to time might do you good." He said nothing, focusing his attention entirely on Tex rather than making eye contact with Genevieve. "Why are you here?" she asked, adopting a gentler tone. She felt as if she had been hard enough on him to get her point across. "Don't you have a crown to find, or something?"

"I've not yet located it. I was wondering if you've considered my offer?"

"Of course not," she scoffed. "I don't think you're gonna win. Beans may be busy, but she's smart. And talented."

"Well, she is the Dark Lord's daughter."

"Regardless. No, I haven't considered it. Is that all?"

"I hear there's a carnival in town."

Her brows furrowed momentarily. "What do you care?"

"Would it please the lady to accompany me? Tomorrow night?"

Genevieve went stiff like a deer in headlights. "Um… sure, okay. I guess?"

"You seem confused," he observed.

"Yeah, I- I am. A little. Surprised. Why do you wanna go to the carnival?"

"Is this not how mortals court each other?" he asked, standing up to lean against the desk she had been working at. He seemed his usual self again, another smirk crossing his face. "Or would you rather skip the formalities?" He winked, grinning down at her. Though she was still sitting, it was obvious that he was taller than she was.

She scoffed lightly. "Fine. I will go to the carnival with you tomorrow," Genevieve conceded. "Are you done now?"

"Are you sure you wouldn't have me spend the night?" he teased.

"Don't push it, Dirt-Man."

"As you wish," he told her, and threw his arms up, creating a vortex of fire and returning to the pits of hell.

—

Genevieve finally retired to bed at about quarter till 1 in the morning. Rhiannon was cozy in her tank and Tuck was in his; Pico was sleeping in his cage and Tex was curled up at the foot of her bed. Bambi was laying with her back to Genevieve's, but the blue pit had been awoken by a sudden presence appearing in the room. In the dark, Caliban had returned once more to the girl, this time having astral projected. Bambi's head stuck up, sniffing at him. He put his finger up to his lips and whispered to the dog, "Shh." Bambi was convinced and went back to sleep, leaving the boy to himself. He walked around until he was facing her, and he knelt down at her bedside. He rested his head on one arm while his other hand brushed some stray hairs away from her face. She looked so peaceful he was almost afraid to touch her. "Sleep well, darling girl," he whispered. "And forgive me for what I must do." Without another word, he kissed her forehead and promptly returned to his physical body in Hell.

#caliban #prince caliban #caos #caos pt 3 #sam corlett #caliban imagine #prince caliban imagine #caliban x reader #prince caliban x reader #caliban x oc #prince caliban x oc #chilling adventures of sabrina

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aaliyah-babe · 3 years

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Pilot: Part Two

Pairings: eventual Joey x reader

authors note: i own nothing from friends, all credit goes to their respective owners. feedback is always appreciated.

Feeback is the glue that holds my writing together!

PART ONE here

the next morning, you were up bright and early, ready for a long day of work, but you loved your job, you worked at victoria’s secret. you weren’t a model or anything you were just a sales person, you didn’t make thousands, but it was enough to get by.

you took a shower and got dressed, after doing your regular day things you headed to monica’s apartment, as you knew that would be where everyone was.

you were about to open the door when monica and paul walked out, “oh, morning you two!” you sent monica a smirk and she glared before letting you in,

“morning all!” you smiled at the fact they had pushed monica’s table closer to the door, to hear.

“i had a really great time last night,” you heard monica say, as you sat down at the table next to chandler and opposite joey.

you saw them kiss and then monica walked in and closed the door, smiling,

“that wasn’t a real date,” joey started, smiling, “what the hell do you do on a real date?” he asked her, laughing.

“shut up and put my table back,” monica said to him, walking to the kitchen,

“all right kids, i gotta get to work. if i don’t input those numbers.... it doesn’t make much of a difference,” chandler said, making rachel stare at them all,

“so, like, you guys all have jobs?” she asked them and monica turned around,

“yeah we all have jobs,” monica smiled sweetly at her,

“that’s kind of how we, buy stuff,” you added onto monica’s sentance,

“yeah. i’m an actor,” joey told her and she perked up,

“wow, would i have seen you in anything?” she asked him,

“oh, i doubt it. mostly regional work,” he told her and both you and chandler scoffed.

“oh wait. unless you happened to catch the wee ones production of pinocchio,” monica told her, sitting down,

“‘look, gepetto, i’m a real live boy,” chandler quoted, and joey got up,

“i will not take this abuse,” he sighed,

“you’re right, i’m sorry,” chandler started, going for the door, “‘once i was a wooden boy, a little wooden boy!’” he sang, running out of the door, joey sighed then followed him,

“i better go too, gracie wants me in early because her “number one” client, jamie is coming in for his girlfriend,” you said to the ladies, standing up from your seat,

“wait, y/n, what do you do?” rachel asked you,

“i work at victoria’s secret,” you smiled at her and she smirked,

“yeah, she does!” monica laughed,

“oh, monica would you grow up? i’m not a model or anything i just work in the store, and sometimes i actually get to pick out some of the outfits that could potentially be on the runway,” you smiled and left the building, seeing joey and chandler walk down the stairs you ran to catch up to them, “guys! wait up!”

you all walked downstairs, talking about work when you got outside, and called yourself a cab,

“see you later, guys,” you smiled at them and left to go to work,

once you got there, gracie greeted you with a smile,

“y/n! good to see you! shall we begin?” you nodded at her and she continued, “okay, so, jamie is going to be in soon and he said he wasnt sure what to get her so i know you can help with that, and he said you two have the same body types so that’ll make it even better!” you nodded before going to restock some of the things while you waited.

about a half an hour later you felt a tap on your back, you turned around to see a tall, very good looking man standing over you,

“are you y/n?” he asked you, you nodded and smiled,

“yes, you must be jamie?” you shook his hand that he held out for you as he spoke,

“yes, i’m uh, here for my girlfriend,” he reminded you that he had a girlfriend so you backed off,

“yes okay, is it a special occasion or just a night in or, well you know,” you smiled up at him and he nodded,

“last one,” he laughed and you smiled, he had the nicest laugh.

“okay well, any specific things she likes, color or material wise?” you asked him, and he shook his head,

“uh no, i believe the only thing she told me was, i need some lingerie for tonight, so unless you can figure out the stuff from that i have no idea,” he laughed which made you chuckle,

“um, okay i’m sure we can find something for her, follow me please,” you said to him and he followed you,

after a long time of talking and looking at stuff you finally finished your shift for the day and headed home,

“bye, gracie!” you called out to her,

“bye, y/n! see you tomorrow,” she called back.

you caught a cab and they drove you back to the apartment complex, you headed straight to your apartment to change before joining the rest of them at central perk. monica was explaining what paul had said to her and then what a girl at work had said to her,

“of course it was a line!” joey exclaimed,

“why? why would anybody do something like that?” monica frantically asked,

“i assume we’re looking for an answer more sophisticated than, to get you into bed,” ross answered her question.

“is it me?” she asked them, “is it like i have some sort of beacon that only dogs and men with severe emotional problems can hear?” she asked them.

“alright, come here. give me your feet,” pheobe said, monica sat down and pheobe started massaging monica’s feet.

“i just, thought he was nice, you know?” monica said to them, and you sighed, putting an arm around her,

“i’m sorry, mon’,” you said to her and she leaned into you, it was silent for a while before joey spoke up,

“i cant believe you didn’t know it was a line!” he laughed before you shoved him off the couch.

“guess what?!” rachel yelled, running into the coffee house, making everyone look at her,

“you got a job?” ross asked her,

“are you kidding? i’m trained for nothing!” she said weirdly excited, “i was laughed out of twelve interviews,” she said still happily.

“and yet you’re surprisingly upbeat,” chandler pointed out,

“you would be too, if you found joan and david boots on sale, 50% off,” she said, passing monica the box of the boots.

“oh, how well you know me,” chandler sarcastically said.

“theyre my new, i-don’t-need-a-job, i-don’t-need-my-parents, i’ve-got-great-boots boots!” she exclaimed,

“uh, rach?” you asked her and she nodded looking at you, “how’d you pay for them?”

“a credit card,” she answered you,

“and who pays for that?” monica asked her,

“uh.. my father,” she mumbled walking to the counter, but everybody heard,

“i’ve got an idea,” you said to them before explaining your idea and walking with them all back to the apartment,

“come on! you can’t live off your parents your whole life,” monica told rachel,

“i know that. that’s why i was getting married!,” she explained to her.

“give her a break, it’s hard being on your own for the first time.” pheobe siad to monica, and rachel calmed down, looking at pheobe,

“thank you,” she thanked her.

“you’re welcome, i remember when i first came to this city, i was 14, my mom had just killed herself and my stepdad was back in prison. and i got here and i didn’t know anybody, and i ended up living with this albino guy, who was cleaning windshields outside port authority, and then he killer himself! and then i found aroma therapy, so believe me i know exactly how you feel,” pheobe explained, rubbing rachel’s back.

everybody was silent and staring at her as she got up,

“the world you’re looking for is... anyway,” ross said, sitting in her seat.

“all right. you ready?” you asked her, holding up the scissors and she looked at you,

“i don’t think so.” she sighed,

“oh come on! cut! cut! cut!” ross started chanting and everyone joined in,

“cut! cut! cut! cut! cut!” everyone yelled.

she grabbed the scissors as ross held out the credit cards and she cut them one by one, after she was finished everybody cheered,

“well done rachel!” you exclaimed, hugging her.

“welcome to the real world! it sucks. you’re gonna love it,” monica told her.

it was later in the night and you were chilling with chandler and joey, in their apartment,

“i’m serious! i don’t help the women change, i hand them the clothes and they change, if they like it they tell me, you idiot!” you exclaimed at joey,

“oh come on, y/n. you’re telling me that you’ve never looked,” he pressed,

“nope, i’ve never looked,” you said to him, grabbing your coat.

“well kid’s i’m gonna go home, i need sleep,” you said walking to the door,

“bye,” chandler waved,

“later,” joey said, and you went to your apartment and crashed there for the night.

the next morning you were all hanging out at the coffee house like usual,

“i can’t believe what i’m hearing here,” joey sighed,

“i can’t believe what i’m hearing here,” pheobe repeated joey but sang it instead,

“what? i said you had-” monica was cut off by pheobes singing,

“what i said you had,” she sang,

“would you stop?” monica asked her,

“was i doing it again?” she asked them,

“yes!” everyone yelled at her.

“would anybody like more coffee?” rachel said, walking up with an apron on and coffee in her hand.

“did you make it or are you just serving it?” chandler asked her,

“i’m just serving it,” she said to him,

everyone raised there mug up to her

“yeah i’ll have some!”

“yeah,”

“me please,”

“kids, new dream,” chandler started, “i’m in las vegas. i’m liza minnelli,” he starts and the guys start nodding at him.

#friends #joey tribbiani #rachel green #ross geller #monica geller #chandler bing #pheobe buffay #x reader #friends series

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zealous-whispers-of-us-redux · 3 years

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joy to you and me

(A/N: a lil drabble but hear me out. Harry is one of my favorite minor Seb characters because all we know is he has pet frogs, and I love frogs. We also know that he smokes a lot, owns a pinky ring, and once wore an Edgar Allan Poe shirt. Also, if you've never seen "Spread," don't watch it. It's awful. Also, I had no idea how to tag this, lol)

(A/N 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5UfOZdZLuuw)

That guy was back. She found herself peeking around the corner to get a glimpse at him. He was examining a container of earthworms with a furrow in his brow that would be adorable if he wasn't so annoying. She had no idea where he learned to interact with women, but it wasn't appropriate. The first time he came into the shelter while she was working, he had sauntered over and spent a good fifteen minutes leering at her as he made shallow conversation. She had noticed his friend shooting him subtle thumbs up like the guy was actually winning her over. She eventually managed to slip away with a grimace, hoping he would never return.

But here he was again, and he was standing precisely where she needed to be. She set her jaw and walked over because she was an adult. Hiding would not get her anywhere. There was no way he would remember her anyway, as 'experienced' with women as he said. Humming along to the song stuck in her head, she began to restock the reptile food. After a few minutes, someone coughed to get her attention. She set a feeder mouse in the freezer and turned around.

"Can I help you?" she asked politely.

"Yeah," said the guy, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked nervous, which was completely different than last time. "Do you have any waxworms?"

"We do, yeah. I was just getting to restocking them," she said, handing him a container.

"Thanks." He looked thrilled. "They're my frog's favorite."

"I hope your frog enjoys them."

She tucked the last of the food away and gave the guy a brief but slightly awkward smile. When it looked like he wasn't about to say anything else, she headed back in the direction of the reptiles' cages. She could sense him following her a few steps behind, and she closed her eyes, groaning internally. If she got upset with one more person, she was going to quit; required hours be damned. She loved volunteering here, she really did, but the people ruined it for her. She decided to ignore the guy. She stayed near the back, next to her favorite snake. The ball python was abandoned outside and brought in by a nice couple. She had spent two days pulling ticks off from under every scale. It was apparent he'd been a pet because he was so friendly. It was dangerous working here- she wanted to adopt everyone.

"You got new frogs," the guy said. "Cool."

Damn it.

She grimaced before turning to him with her 'customer' service smile.

"Yes, they were surrendered."

"I'll never understand why people get a pet only to give them up later."

"They don't understand how to take care of them and think they're easy pets. At least surrendering them is better than just setting them loose," she explained.

The guy nodded. "Do you have frogs?"

"No, snakes, though."

"I've got tree frogs and a bullfrog," he offered. "Dupin, Usher, and, Jeremiah but I'm the only person who knows their names. And now you, I guess."

"Cool," she said, feeling strangely honored.

They stood there for a moment; he was rocking back and forth on his heels like he was nervous. She was about to pretend that she was going to the bathroom before he spoke again, looking at her with earnest blue eyes.

"Look, I wanted to apologize for before," he said. "I was a dick. And you were working. I'm sorry."

"Thank you. I appreciate that."

"It's just my friend. He- used to get me into trouble, you know?"

"Do you do everything your friend tells you to?"

"Well, I mean, he's an asshole, er, was an asshole. We aren't talking right now."

"Things go a lot smoother when people are nice, don't you think?" she hinted.

She wasn't planning on it when she first saw him, but she was forever a sucker for a guy with a dimple in his chin who knew what his pet's favorite treat was. This was another chance she was offering him. She only hoped he understood. And it didn't take him long to. His pretty eyes lit up, and he thrust out his hand.

"Harry," he told her.

She shook his hand, wordlessly pointing to her nametag. He repeated her name, a small smile playing on the edge of his lips.

"So," he said. "What kind of snakes?"

"A corn snake named Mango and a ball python named Ghost."

"Is Ghost albino?"

"Nope," she grinned shyly when he laughed. "I've just always wanted a snake named Ghost, and I didn't care what color she was."

"Did you rescue her?"

"They both were rescues, yeah. From here, actually."

"Have you worked here long? It's just, heh, I've never seen you," Harry rubbed the back of his neck again. "Before that first time, I mean."

He looked nervous again, and she felt like she was in some sort of an alternate reality. He did not act like this before. Was the influence of his friend really that strong, or was he bullshitting her? She shook her head. She always tried to see the best in people, and she wasn't fair to him. Truth be told, she'd been friends with some people that got her into trouble, too. She couldn't judge.

"No, I started a few months back. Just volunteering a few hours a week, you know. I had to do something after I moved home."

"You like it here?"

"Better than being around people." She closed her eyes, muttering a curse. "Sorry, that was rude. Don't let that 'reflect poorly on our establishment.'"

"Ah, it's okay. I get it. And I deserve that."

"It wasn't technically directed at you."

"No?"

"No, it's just been a bad week. Abandonments and surrenders galore."

"Well, we could get a drink after your shift. Talk more. If you wanted, I mean," Harry said.

"I would love to, but I don't drink."

"You- what? Nope, never mind. Uh."

She debated apologizing, but for what? Instead, she said:

"I like breakfast. If you eat that sort of thing."

Harry lit up, and she felt her heart flip at how cute he looked when he smiled like that.

"I know a good diner. You free Saturday? Say, around eleven?" he asked.

"Eleven," she agreed.

"Could I get your number?"

"I don't keep my phone on me, but here."

She took out a pen. Harry offered his hand, looking shy and trying not to be as she wrote her number on his palm. He looked nervous again, and she thought it was adorable on him. He was so different than the guy who first came in, hitting on her with lines that wouldn't work on anyone over the age of seventeen.

"There," she said.

"Cool," he said.

"I should get back to work."

"Yeah, I gotta go feed my frogs. See you?"

"Later."

"Bye."

She bit back a smile. "Bye."

Harry rocked on his heels. "Have a good rest of- uh, see you Saturday."

"Hope your frogs like their worms."

She waved and watched him go, already looking forward to Saturday. She hoped she would be seeing this version of Harry- this soft, nervous, pink-cheeked man who talked about his frogs like they were his favorite thing on Earth.

"What do you think, Otto?" she asked the ball python in the cage next to her. "He's one of the good ones, right?"

Otto's tongue darted out.

"Yeah, I think so, too."

#spread movie #spread fanfiction #sebastian stan x reader #harry (from spread) x reader

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nyahsaqueen · 3 years

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Task 001: Character Playlist.

Death Becomes Her - a Nyah Queen playlist

Snippets of Lyrics below:

1. tipsy - Chloe x Halle

man just this entire song is her vibe, k bye

I've been crucified, darling Ghosts haunt me like New Orleans I've been charged with murder Need someone to push me further I'll hit you where it hurts, yeah If you don't put me first, yeah And I don't give no apologies If you lose a life, that's not on me, yeah

[Pre-Chorus] Better, baby, better treat me better Better than those other guys who change up like the weather, yeah It is such a shame that they went missing, they can't find 'em now Oh, I wonder how I accidentally put them in the ground, yeah

[Chorus] I might be a little tipsy on your love Makes me a little crazy, but so what? You're strumming on my heartstrings, don't be dumb If you love your little life, then don't fuck up

[Verse 2] I'll take you to the afterlife Boy, if you ain't actin' right Key your car and crash the lights Hit your head, I'm not polite Then I'll hunt down your family Let 'em know 'bout the tragedy Who did it? A mystery But you know that it, it was me, yeah

2. scream - Michael Jackson & Janet Jackson

Tired of injustice Tired of the schemes The lies are disgusting So what does it mean, damn it? Kicking me down I got to get up As jacked as it sounds The whole system sucks, damn it

Peek in the shadow Come into the light You tell me I'm wrong Then you better prove you're right! You're selling out souls but I I care about mine I've got to get stronger And I won't give up the fight

3. girls like us - Zoe Wees

It's hard for girls like us We don't know who we trust Not even the ones we love 'Cause they don't know

4. motive - Ariana Grande & Doja Cat

'Cause I see you tryin', subliminally tryin' To see if I'm gon' be the one that's in your arms I admit it's exciting, parts of me kinda like it But before I lead you on

Baby, tell me, what's your motive? (Motive)

You treat me like gold, baby Now you wanna spoil me Did you want a trophy or you wanna sport me, baby? Want me on your neck 'cause you wanted respect 'Cause you fightin' some war, baby Well, I had to bring the fists out, had to put a wall up But don't trust phonies, baby (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You gotta tell me, what's your motive, baby?

5. boss bitch - Doja Cat

Yeah, ain't tryna be cool like you Wobblin' around in your high heel shoes I'm clumsy, made friends with the floor Two for one, you know a bitch buy four And two left feet, you know I always drop First thing a girl did was a bop I'm the whole damn cake and the cherry on top Shook up the bottle, made a good girl pop

I'm a bitch, I'm a boss I'm a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss

6. nightmare - Halsey

"Come on, little lady, give us a smile" No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for A moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing

7. all the stars - Kendrick Lamar, SZA

Tell me what you gon' do to me Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me You can bring a bullet, bring a sword, bring a morgue But you can't bring the truth to me Fuck you and all your expectations I don't even want your congratulations I recognize your false confidence And calculated promises all in your conversation I hate people that feel entitled Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you Oh, you important? You the moral to the story? You endorsin'? Mothafucka, I don't even like you Corrupted man's heart with a gift That's how you find out who you dealin' with A small percentage who I'm buildin' with I want the credit if I'm losin' or I'm winnin' On my momma, that's the realest shit

8. needed me - Rihanna

But baby, don't get it twisted You was just another n**** on the hit list Tryna fix your inner issues with a bad bitch Didn't they tell you that I was a savage? Fuck ya white horse and ya carriage Bet you never could imagine Never told you you could have it

You needed me Ooh, you needed me To feel a little more, and give a little less Know you hate to confess But baby ooh, you needed me 9. checklist - Normani, Calvin Harris feat. Wizkid

Come show me what the neck ’bout Might show you what the check ’bout Might show you what that net 'bout Give it all to you if you check out Way you moving it around me Make me feel like you wan’ drown me Make me feel like you wan' wet me Only you know how to get me up

10. truth hurts - Lizzo

You tried to break my heart? Oh, that breaks my heart That you thought you ever had it No, you ain't from the start Hey, I'm glad you're back with your bitch I mean, who would wanna hide this? I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever be your side chick I put the sing in single Ain't worried 'bout a ring on my finger So you can tell your friend, "Shoot your shot" when you see him It's okay, he already in my DMs

I'ma hit you back in a minute (Yeah, yeah) I don't play tag, bitch, I been it (One time) We don't fuck with lies (Two times), we don't do goodbyes (Woo) We just keep it pushing like ay-ay-ay

11. juice - Lizzo

If I'm shinin', everybody gonna shine (Yeah, I'm goals) I was born like this, don't even gotta try (Now you know) I'm like chardonnay, get better over time (So you know) Heard you say I’m not the baddest, bitch, you lie (Haha)

It ain’t my fault that I'm out here gettin’ loose Gotta blame it on the Goose Gotta blame it on my juice, baby It ain't my fault that I'm out here makin' news I’m the pudding in the proof Gotta blame it on my juice Ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice

12. motivation - normani

Fallin' into the bed Why would we ever do somethin' instead of Fallin' into the bed right now? Yeah

I'ma break you off, let me be your motivation To stay and give it tonight And, baby, turn around, let me give you innovation Hey, 'cause I do it so right Think about it, ooh, I think about it Think about it, ooh, take a look at me now Hey, a little motivation, alright

13. mi gente - J Balvin, Willy William

Esquina a esquina, de ahí no' vamo' El mundo es grande, pero lo tengo en mi' manos Estoy muy duro, sí, ok, ahí vamos Y con el tiempo nos seguimos elevando

English: i’m rusty, i had to get some google help

Corner on the corner, that’s where we go The world is big, but I have it in my hands I’m very tough, yes, okay, there we go And over time we keep going up

14. sorry not sorry - Demi Lovato

Now, I'm out here lookin' like revenge Feelin' like a ten, the best I've ever been And, yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this But it gets worse (Wait a minute) Now, you're out here lookin' like regret, ain't too proud to beg Second chance, you'll never get And, yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this But it gets worse (Wait a minute)

Now, payback is a bad bitch And baby, I'm the baddest You fuckin' with a savage Can't have this, can't have this (Ah) And it'd be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah

Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)

15. django jane - Janelle Monáe

And hit the mute button, let the vagina have a monologue Mansplaining, I fold 'em like origami What's a wave, baby? This a tsunami For the culture, I kamikaze, I put my life on a life line If she the G.O.A.T. now, would anybody doubt it?

16. perfect illusion - Lady Gaga

Tryin' to get control Pressure's takin' its toll Stuck in the middle zone I just want you alone My guessing game is strong Way too real to be wrong Caught up in your show Yeah, at least now I know

It wasn't love, it wasn't love It was a perfect illusion (Perfect illusion) Mistaken for love, it wasn't love It was a perfect illusion (Perfect illusion) You were a perfect illusion

17. formation - Beyoncé

I see it, I want it, I stunt; yellow bone-it I dream it, I work hard, I grind 'til I own it I twirl on them haters, albino alligators El Camino with the seat low, sippin' Cuervo with no chaser Sometimes I go off (I go off), I go hard (I go hard) Get what's mine (Take what's mine), I'm a star (I'm a star) 'Cause I slay (Slay), I slay (Hey), I slay (Okay), I slay (Okay) All day (Okay), I slay (Okay), I slay (Okay), I slay (Okay) We gon' slay (Slay), gon' slay (Okay), we slay (Okay), I slay (Okay) I slay (Okay), okay (Okay), I slay (Okay), okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, 'cause I slay Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, 'cause I slay Prove to me you got some coordination, 'cause I slay Slay trick, or you get eliminated

18. be careful - Cardi B

Be careful with me, do you know what you doin'? Whose feelings that you're hurtin' and bruisin'? You gon' gain the whole world But is it worth the girl that you're losin'? Be careful with me Yeah, it's not a threat, it's a warnin' Be careful with me Yeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on it Be careful with me

19. i like that - Janelle Monáe

I remember when you called me weird We was in math class, third row, I was sitting by you Right before Mr. Ammond’s class 'Cause my mama couldn’t afford new Js Polos, thrift store, thrift clothes that was all I knew Do you remember? Uh, I remember when you laughed when I cut my perm off And you rated me a six I was like, “Damn” But even back then with the tears in my eyes I always knew I was the shit 20. W - Koffee feat. Gunna

Everything we do, we give thanks, tell dem wah we do Lowe di L, take di W (Ayy, ayy) One thing deh out deh fi you (Ayy, ayy) And it nah come if you no go

#darkesttask1 #( dossier. )#( tasks. )

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katastroficwriter · 4 years

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Fic title: Behind the mask

Behind the mask

Summary: Bedridden for as long as he could remember, other than stepping outside of the four corners of his room, Kiibo wished to experience something a little adventurous despite his sickly disposition. His wish came true in the form of a phantom clad in white.

Tags: human!Kiibo, sickly Kiibo, phantom thief!Ouma

You can read it on ao3

Edit: I added more stuff on ao3 and I’m too lazy to add the same on this tumblr post.

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Kiibo often wondered if he had committed a terrible sin in his past life to deserve being born in such a frail body. He had lived in the hospital for a good number of years. What kept him stable was his father’s own medical inventions.

Fortunately, as he grew older, his body grew more formidable, albeit at a slow rate. Enough to have the doctors allow him to stay home, though still forbidden to engage in anything stressful. The idea of leaving the hospital first thrilled him, until he realized that it would mean less time to see his father. He often worked overtime in the hospital just to make sure the machines stayed in tip top shape after all.

“Maybe it’s better if I stayed in the hospital…” he murmured. Even that was better than staying alone for the rest of the night. The only time his father would rush home is if his health monitor would send his father a distress signal should anything go wrong.

He shook his head. “No. No, that’s not better at all. I need to get better. I want to get better…! I don’t want to go back.” As if on cue, he started coughing in a fit, much to his discomfort.

He buried himself under his sheets. He was lonely. So terribly lonely. He wasn’t even allowed to walk down the stairs due to the risk of him falling. And walking to his own bathroom is already challenging enough. He just wanted to roam free like everyone else.

“Why was I born this way, God?” he whispered the question to himself, knowing that much like his other prayers, it would remain unanswered. He closed his eyes, hoping that sleep would give him comfort.

*KLICK KLACK KLICK*

*KA-CHAK*

Kiibo’s eyes shot wide open, but he remained still. ‘W-what was that…? It sounded like it came from the window–is it a burglar?’

He stiffened when he heard his window slide open, followed by the notable rustle and shuffle of clothing.

‘What do I do…what do I do?! I might get killed if I get noticed!’ Kiibo’s grip on the sheets tightened. He could hear his heart beating through his ears. He could either die from a burglar, or die from his own body giving out from the stress. He’s a goner! ‘What do I do, father?’

“Tsk!”

Kiibo froze up once more, straining his ears so he can hear the trespasser better.

“Damn those trigger happy idiots…they totally ruined my outfit.” hissed the trespasser. “Ow–! Stings…! Since I’m already here I might as well look for the bathroom…”

Kiibo’s jaw clenched when the lights were flicked on. He’s dead. There’s no way they could miss a big useless lump in bed. He felt his soul leave his body when the sheets were suddenly ripped off him, exposing him to all sorts of danger.

“…You’re awake, aren’t you? Don’t play dumb.”

Kiibo gulped before slowly looking over his shoulder to see who the trespasser was. Instead of a menacing glare of a hardened criminal, he was greeted by the smiling mask worn by the stranger, clad in a fully white ensemble, save for the splotches of red that stained his suit.

Before he could even do so much as speak, the masked man pointed a gun on his forehead, silencing him in an instant.

“Maaa~n! That was a close one. I would have been in trouble if I didn’t notice you sooner,” the stranger moved a few paces closer. “You would have called the police as soon as I left. We can’t have that, no, no!”

Kiibo was tongue-tied. How was he going to get out of this one? All his life he had lived in fear of dying due to his frail constitution. The possibility of being killed by another man’s hand had totally escaped his mind. He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead!

“…Hey. What’s up with you?”

The albino had instinctively grasped his chest, trying to stabilize his breathing but to no avail. He was having a damn attack in the middle of a robbery. Great! Just what he needed!

“Hey…”

Kiibo had completely hunched over as he hyperventilated. Cold sweat started dripping from his face as his breathing grew more labored with each passing second.

“Shit! Hey…!”

He felt hands on his shoulders to keep him from falling face first on the floor. Kiibo then raised a shaky hand and pointed at the general direction of his bedside drawer. “…Pills…there…” Maybe it was foolish of him to hope that the robber would help him with his attack, but he was desperate. He didn’t want to die. Not like this.

He faintly heard the familiar sound of his pills getting shook out of its container before his head was pulled back firmly but painlessly.

“Open up.”

Kiibo obeyed and felt the pill drop on his tongue; relief washed over him when the stranger helped him drink water afterwards. He gave it a few minutes, trying to breathe a little more calmly before the pill’s effects would kick in. “…Thank you.”

“…You’re welcome, I guess.” The stranger rubbed the back of his head. “I wouldn’t have pointed my airsoft gun at you if I’d known you were the fragile kind.”

“…Airsoft?” Kiibo tilted his head, a little calmer now that his attack had subsided.

“…What? You don’t know what that is?”

Kiibo shook his head. “…No. I’ve lived most of my life in the hospital and only moved home two years ago.”

“Now you’re making me feel like a bigger asshole.” The other man clicked his tongue. “…It doesn’t have real bullets in them. It still hurts like a bitch though. I only meant to scare you into not calling the police.”

The albino blinked in mild surprise before smiling, “You’re actually a kind person.”

“Are you seriously saying that to someone who just broke into your home? You really are sick.” The stranger huffed.

“I’m sure there’s a reason why you’re doing what you’re doing,” Kiibo started. “…You could have left me to die and robbed my home with ease, but you didn’t. I don’t think you’re as bad as you or the police think.”

“Tsk. I just didn’t want a bigger mess in my hands, that’s all.”

Kiibo laughed gently. “You’re hurt, aren’t you? Let me help you.”

“What?”

“You saved my life. I’d like to return the favor. Don’t worry, I won’t call the police.” Kiibo slowly shuffled out of his bed. “My room has its own bathroom and I have plenty of medical kits in my room because of my condition.”

“You’re definitely not right in the head,” the stranger shook his head but sat himself on the bed anyway, nursing his bleeding side with a hand. He observed the albino wobble his way in and out of the bathroom, leaving a medical kit on the bed before returning to the bathroom. ‘What a weird guy…’ he thought.

It was probably because he was only starting out on this new phantom thief gig that no one fears him as of yet, especially not a person who’s barely able to leave the safe confines of his own room.

“I’m back,” Kiibo carefully brought a small basin of water towards his bed. “Mind unbuttoning your clothes?”

The raven-haired phantom wordlessly peeled his cape and coat off and undid his buttons, looking away as soon as he was finished.

Kiibo knelt before him to examine the wound and nodded to himself. “It’s not a deep wound, thankfully.”

The phantom winced as the albino began with his ministrations; thankfully the latter was careful not to press too hard as he wiped the wound clean with the wet towel. He didn’t expect the feeble looking male to be skilled with his fingers when it comes to first aid. But at the same time, it only made sense.

“All done,” Kiibo took a few steps back to admire his handiwork.

“…Thanks.” The phantom buttoned his clothes with ease. “Now that this is over with, I shall take my leave.”

“Ah, wait–” Kiibo grabbed the other man by the wrist. “Here, take these bandages. So you can change it later.“

The phantom wordlessly accepted the bandages, storing it inside his inner coat pocket. “You’re a total weirdo, you know that?”

“It’s better to be safe than sorry,” huffed the albino. “I guess this is good bye, umm…?”

Realizing that the sickly boy wanted his name, the phantom bowed with a flourish. “Phantom DICE, at your service–though I suppose I was in your service for tonight.”

“Phantom DICE…” Kiibo parroted gently. “My name is Iidabashi Kiibo. It was a pleasure meeting you.”

The phantom idly rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of how to respond. “…Nice to meet you too I suppose. In any case, it’s already getting late, I should get going.” He sauntered his way towards the window he entered from, checking if there were any patrol cars roaming about.

“Mr. DICE!”

The phantom looked over his shoulder. “What is it?”

The albino gave him a small bow out of gratitude. “Thank you for saving my life.”

The raven-haired phantom returned his attention to the window. “Don’t mention it. Anyway, I’m off now. Ciao.” He leapt out of the window with ease; one wouldn’t have been able to tell that he was actually wounded considering how elegant and graceful he moved.

Kiibo hurriedly padded towards the window and closed it shut with a relieved sigh.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Kiibo? Kiibo are you okay?” his father’s familiar voice had snapped him out of his reverie.

Not wanting his father to realize that someone else had been inside his room, Kiibo carefully hid the first aid kit under his bed before answering the door.

“Father? Weren’t you at work–” Kiibo’s eyes widened as he felt strong and warm arms wrap around him in a protective hold as soon as he opened the door. “…Father?”

“Your health monitor sent me a distress signal while I was at the hospital. I rushed out of work as soon as I got it.” His father explained. “…Even if it said that your condition had stabilized, I wanted to see that you were safe with my own eyes.”

Kiibo returned the hug. “…I’m okay now. Don’t worry.”

It wasn’t right to lie to his dear father, of all people. But if he found out that his own son had treated the wounds of a possible criminal, who was also the one who triggered the attack in the first place, things wouldn’t go well. That’s why he kept that fact to himself.

The next time he had heard the name Phantom DICE was a week later, while he was watching the evening news to fill the silence of his room. He had stolen a prized antique vase belonging to some business tycoon. The police were furious, not because of the injustice done, but rather because of the pranks they were subjected to while in pursuit of the mischievous phantom thief. The media had already taken to calling him a criminal, but…

‘No one has gotten hurt during the heists.’ Kiibo thought with awe. ‘…I wonder what kind of face he was making while doing all these things?’

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Kiibo straightened his back when he heard something tap against his window. He was on the second floor of his house, but it was still quite a height to climb up to. Could it be…?

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock!

The less than gentle knock jolted the albino out of his thoughts. He gulped as he slowly shuffled out of bed to check who it was. What greeted him beyond his windowpane was none other than the familiar smiling mask of Phantom DICE. The phantom’s posture slackened at the sight of the sickly boy.

Excitement bubbled in Kiibo’s chest as he unlocked his window to let his unexpected guest in.

“Why are you here?” whispered the albino, eyes wandering to his television screen for a split second.

“Just here to drop off some stuff,” the phantom revealed an armful of comic books with a flourish of his cape. “Something to keep you busy while you’re bedridden. Since you’ve lived most of your life indoors, I’m sure you’ve never read things like comics before.”

Kiibo approached the phantom, eyeing his haul with child-like interest. He was meant to be in his third year of high school, but due to his condition, he was resigned to his fate of being home schooled for the rest of his teenage life. “These all look amazing…!” he gasped.

“You may be a newbie, but you’ve got a good eye,” DICE puffed his chest with pride. “Just so you know, I didn’t steal these. These are all from my personal collection, so I’d appreciate it if you’d return them in mint condition.”

“You’d really lend all of these to me?” Kiibo looked at the other male.

“Duh! It’s pretty much why I’m here,” DICE shook his head a little before crossing his arms over his chest. “Remember. Mint condition. If I see a single spill or tear on them I’m stealing all of your stuff the next time I drop by.”

“Thank you…!” Kiibo impulsively hugged the thief.

“Yeah, you’re welcome. Now please, hands off the merchandise.” DICE patted the albino on the shoulder.

“O-oh, sorry I was just so happy that you’d do something like this for me,” Kiibo’s cheeks took on a rosy hue, embarrassed. “I promise to take care of your comic books.”

DICE adjusted his top hat with an amused huff. “You better. Anyway, my business here is over. I’ll see you when I see you. Later Kiiboy!”

Before Kiibo could say a word, the phantom had already disappeared out of the window.

“K-Kiiboy?” the albino hugged a comic book to his chest, his cheeks now a few shades darker. ‘It’s the first time someone gave me a nickname…’ He smiled to himself. Who would have thought that his first friend would turn out to be some kind of gentleman thief.

After this night, their meetings started becoming regular. Some days DICE would pop in his room despite there being no heist that night. And during unlucky days, Kiibo would tend to his wounds just like he did during their first meeting. If anyone else knew about their secret meetings, they would probably judge him badly for being friends with a criminal. But DICE…DICE wasn’t just a thief. Underneath that facade protected by a mask, is a genuinely kind person. Though Kiibo remained to be curious about what kind of face DICE kept behind his mask, he knew well enough that the latter’s true identity was off-limits.

Their meetings went on for two more years without a hitch.

“It’s your birthday today, isn’t it, Kiiboy?” DICE mused, idly swinging his legs as he sat on the albino’s bed. It was exactly midnight when he asked this question.

“Yes,” Kiibo nodded. “It’s always lively outside during this time of year because of Halloween.” He laughed.

“Want me to play a little trick on you?” DICE hopped off his place on the bed and took a couple of steps away from the bedridden albino. Kiibo grew more feeble within the two year period of their friendship, which was why the phantom thief had to break in through the window, since the albino was unable to open it for him.

“A trick? Is that my only option?” Kiibo coughed after speaking. It was a wonder how he could smile even in his weakened state.

“Yuppers! Besides, sweets are a no-no for you, isn’t it?” DICE tilted his head innocently, hands clasped behind his back.

“You may be right,” Kiibo chuckled weakly. “Give me a trick then.”

Thanks to the phantom thief’s mask, Kiibo remained blind to the anxious and worried emotions contained in the thief’s being.

DICE raised both of his arms, waving both of them in the air childishly. “I lied! Tonight, I won’t be giving you a trick. I shall be performing a heist! And tonight’s target–is Halloween itself! I shall steal Halloween from everyone!”

“H-huh? But Halloween is still–“

“Shush!” The phantom thief did a graceful about-face. “Just watch me.”

He clapped three times then spread his cape out with a flourish. “I wish you a happy birthday, Kiiboy!”

Kiibo instinctively closed his eyes when his room was suddenly filled with light. Multiple jack o’ lanterns and various bat-shaped decorations had adorned his usually simple room. Kiibo knew how skilled his friend was when it came to magic tricks and sleight of hand techniques, but this was a whole other level of magic. Frankly, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing!

“…Beautiful…” Kiibo gasped with awe.

“Turn on your television.”

Kiibo stared at the phantom thief with curiosity before reaching for his remote.

“Breaking news! After a sudden power outage, it has been discovered that ALL Halloween decorations of shops have disappeared! Authorities are currently looking into the situation and are searching for possible witnesses to the crime!”

“W-was that you?!“

“Mmhm!” DICE puffed his chest with pride. “My tricks have gotten better over the years, if I do say so myself.“

“Why would you do something like this for my sake? Everyone is so troubled–” Kiibo chewed on his bottom lip.

“Don’t worry, I’ll return all of it on the 31st,” DICE sauntered towards the albino. “…You’re going to leave for a surgery soon aren’t you? I wanted to at least give you something worth remembering before you go under the knife.“

“DICE…“ Tears started pouring down his cheeks. How could he not cry when this was the most happy he’s ever been? “Thank you…thank you for being my friend.”

“The pleasure is mine, Kiibo,” the phantom pulled the bedridden albino into a gentle hug. “Do your best for your operation. I know you’ll pull through.” He pulled back as soon as he finished.

“I will,“ Kiibo smiled through his tears.

“Good.” DICE clapped his hands twice, and the decorations have all vanished from the albino’s room. “I should get going. You need all the rest you can get.”

Kiibo sniffled and nodded. “Okay. Please take care.”

The raven-haired phantom gave the albino a two-finger salute before disappearing out of the window. Little did Kiibo know that this was going to be the last time he’ll ever see the phantom thief.

——————————- One Year Later ——————————

“This campus is bigger than I thought…“ Kiibo murmured to himself as he checked the school map. This was his first year of university. No, his first year of actually entering school! His surgery in the past year was highly risky, but it was a success. After months of rest, his body had grown more resilient and strong. It was now safe for him to be up and about without suffering from any form of exertion. And that was how he was able to convince his father to allow him to enter into university. He developed a passion for literature during his years spent bedridden, he chose a course with that in mind.

“The literature department should be around…”

“Over here.”

Kiibo stilled at the sound of a familiar voice. A hand not his own guided his attention to the location of his department. The albino slowly looked over his shoulder. “…DICE?”

He was met with a raven-haired man with purple eyes, who looked to be around his age.

“Shh…I’m known as Ouma Kokichi in these parts,” Ouma smiled as he placed a finger against his own lips in a shushing gesture. “Good to see you up and about, Kiiboy.”

Kiibo probably shouldn’t be crying and hugging his friend while standing in front of the campus bulletin.

“Hey, hey, hands off the merchandise,” Ouma chuckled.

“Sorry, I got too happy,” Kiibo backed away, wiping his tears. “I didn’t–I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. You disappeared so suddenly I–”

Ouma pressed a finger against the albino’s lips. “Spare me the rambling. We got plenty of time for it during lunch. My treat.” He winked. “Now come with me, you were looking for the Lit. Department right?”

“Umm…yes I was,” Kiibo nodded.

Ouma smiled. “Follow me.”

“Okay!”

For years, Kiibo had wondered what kind of face DICE’s perpetually smiling mask was hiding. Was it the face of a hardened criminal? An unfeeling sociopath? What kind of person was DICE underneath his phantom thief persona?

And now, as he walked the halls of the university along his old yet new friend, excitedly chattering about comic books, Kiibo was happy to discover that…

Behind the mask, was a friendly face.

#ndrv3 #kiibouma #kiibo #ouma kokichi #katastrofic writing #anon #sorry if this feels a little rushed

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gaamagirl565 · 4 years

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Matters of the heart S2 ep 7

Matters of the heart Season 2 Episode 7 How the tides turn Special thanks to @1a-lchemist for help with the Romanian {OPENING CREDITS} {Zapada comes down the stairs to see Isaiah sewing something} Zapada: Copilul meu? Isaiah: Oh! Good morning Zapada! Zapada: what happens here? Isaiah: oh, I’m sewing something for my baby brother or sister! Zapada: May I see? {Isaiah holds up a tiny red bear with jingle bells attached to the limbs} Zapada: Ohhh! Isaiah! That is so…*sobs* Isaiah:...Zapada? {Zapada pulls him into a tight hug} Isaiah: ACK! Zapada: Copilul meu dulce! {Varian walks in with a cup of tea but stops when he sees them} Isaiah: Dad! Wait! Save me! {Varian sneaks back out} Isaiah: Ah!..W-wait!...no! You traitor!! {Varian smirks and goes to walk away when a villager runs through the front door; Varian drops his teacup and Zapada and Isaiah are immediately at attention} Villager: Varian! Sir! Message from the King and Queen! Varian: What’s wrong? Villager: The cult made an unprovoked attack on a neighboring kingdom! Multiple casualties, homes destroyed and crops burnt… {Isaiah gasps and Varian covers his mouth in horror} Varian: a-anything else? Villager: The King and Queen are going with a small group to help aid the survivors. The Queen requests the Royal engineer’s attendance. Varian: Understood. Tell Rapunzel I’m on my way. Villager: As you wish sir. The group will leave at noon. {The villager leaves and Varian hurries over to his desk and begins packing a satchel; Zapada walks over to him} Zapada: Varian? Varian: I don’t understand...they’ve never made an unprovoked attack before… {She takes his hand} Zapada: are you alright? Varian:...I’m...I’m fine…*he brushes her cheek*...I’m just confused and I feel like I could have prevented this... Zapada: Perhaps we have answers when we get there? Varian: We? Zapada: Isaiah and I are going with you! Varian: Zapada no! You’re too heavy with child! I won’t risk losing all of you. Zapada: Varian! Te iubesc, dar oprește această protejare obsesivă stupidă sau te voi sugruma până la ultima răsuflare!

{Isaiah looks on shocked and Varian shrinks back} Varian: I...Have no idea what you just said but I feel like I should fear for my life... Isaiah: Dad please let the severely hormonal albino lady go with you...I don’t wanna die. Varian: *sigh*....fine Zapada: good...I go pack my saddlebag… {She walks away; Varian slumps against his work bench} Varian:....Get married dad said...it’ll be fun dad said...ugh. {Cut to the forest with Noremoth sitting in a tree with Catalina} Catalina: haha! Stop it! Noremoth: and why would I do that? You make the funniest face! Boop the nose! Catalina: haha...I can’t believe your mission is almost over… Noremoth: yeah… Catalina: You’re gonna come back sometime right? You’re super fun to hang out with… Noremoth:...*sad smile*...Yeah...I’ll be coming back. Keira: Hey love birds! Catalina: Keira! Stop calling us that! We’re not “love birds”! Keira: Whatever, Eugene and Rapunzel need us… Catalina: what for? Keira: that cult attacked another kingdom last night. {Noremoth jumps down} Noremoth: WHAT!? Catalina: You know about them? Noremoth:....yeah… I heard of them...I have to go… {Noremoth runs over and mounts his horse} Noremoth: Catalina it was lovely to meet you...Keira...bye…. {He gallops off; cut to Isaiah on a horse looking conflicted and Eugene notices and rides up next to him} Eugene: Hey kiddo. You alright? Isaiah: yeah...just...I kinda feel like this is my fault. Eugene: W-what? How? Isaiah: I made the cult mad cause I attacked miss Cass...and then she attacked me and now I have some of her power. And...now they’re attacking innocent people and it’s all because they want the moonstone sliver! {Pink magic crackles around him} Eugene: Hey easy buddy...deep breaths okay? Isaiah: sorry… Eugene: it’s not your fault..these people are...unstable...they’re crazy with anger and I bet half of them aren’t even angry they just are cruel and bloodthirsty. Isaiah: Then how do we stop them? {Rapunzel rides up} Rapunzel: With Corona spirit! Eugene: Sunshine! Rapunzel: We’ll all get through this...it may seem bleak and hopeless at times but as long as we have each other and keep the faith we’ll make it through. {Isaiah smiles at her} Eugene: Oh my god… {Isaiah looks and gasps in horror as they ride up to the kingdom; in the distance, Noremoth rides over a hill and sees the carnage and looks shellshocked; the place is practically burnt to the ground with people trying to dig through the remains and set things back in place} Varian:...They’ve never gone this far. Rapunzel:...Varian go with Eugene and help make plans to rebuild, Angry and Catalina look for survivors, Zapada and Isaiah you can help the wounded, I’m going to go find the leader here and get what happened. All: Yes you’re majesty… {Everyone goes to do their respective jobs and of in the background Noremoth skulks in the shadows looking at the destruction in utter horror} Noremoth:...I don’t understand...why did they…? {He steps on something and it crunches; he lifts his foot and picks up a singed toy wooden horse; his eyes widen and he drops it and covers his mouth as he runs over to a wall and gags; after a few moments he just rubs his head against the stone wall} {begin song “fighting”} {NOREMOTH} So many things happen in a year

But mostly bloodshed paints all my time I watch eyes fill with fear So many things in my life I regret but still I’m fighting So many days I wondered “was my birth a crime?” But as I grew I realized my only crime

Was being an orphan! “A drain on society” “a filthy pest” Well maybe now they’ll feel Remorseful. As I run my sword through their chest So many times I wonder is it worth it? To keep on going or to give up and die. My existence until now had no meaning. So why? Why do I keep Fighting!? I see the destruction that I cause and kills me It kills me deep inside. I hear children cry the same cry I did I wish to help but my hands are tied I ask in my mind that they forgive me. So why? Why do I keep fighting? Oh, why? I’m fighting… But why...do I still fight?

{End song with Noremoth wiping his tears and overhearing talking and he lurks closer in the shadows to evesdrop} Kingdom leader: It was just terrible you’re majesty...we stood no chance… Rapunzel: Just take a breath and try to explain it. Kingdom leader: Well they came in the middle of the night... none of us were expecting them. they were like animals. setting fire to everything, pillaging, they killed a great many of us, but I know what they mainly wanted, they broke into the treasury of our kingdom... they took so much I fear for my people… there was one woman who I assume is the leader once she had what she needed from our Treasury she told her band to retreat... but by then... the damage has already been done. {Noremoth growls with anger and slinks away} Rapunzel: I assure you Corona will do whatever they can to help this Kingdom get back on their feet… Kingdom leader: Thank you, your majesty… {Cut to evening and Isaiah walks over to a basin and washes blood from his hands with a sigh} Varian: Hey buddy… Isaiah: Dad… {Isaiah hugs Varian and snuggles into his torso} Varian: Rough day? Isaiah: a lot of these people are really hurt...Dad, why are people so mean? Varian:...That...That’s a good question, buddy. And unfortunately, I don't think anyone will ever have the answer to that one. {Zapada walks over} Zapada: Isaiah was quite the little helper today... he helps me tend a lot of burns and cuts today. He’s a little hero. Varian: tell me something I don't already know. {Isaiah smiles and suddenly Zapada jumps and grabs her stomach} Zapada: Oh! Varian: Zapada!? Are you alright!? Zapada: I’m fine!...little one is kicking me!..wanna feel? {Isaiah nods and gently puts his hand on her stomach} Isaiah: ….wow...hi there!... Varian: we still need to decide on a name… Zapada: we said Clover for girl...we need boy name. Isaiah: I got one! Varian: Oh ho...really? Let’s hear it. Isaiah: Sterling! Zapada: Sterling? Varian: Like sterling silver? Pfft.. {Zapada smacks his vest} Varian: OW! Zapada: act nice! Isaiah: *laughs* {Cut to the Cult HQ where Larkspur sits drinking from a goblet; Noremoth then storms in and walks up to her} Noremoth: YOU HEARTLESS WENCH! Larkspur: Well you're back... how was your mission did you learn any valuable information? Noremoth: Yeah I learned your backstabbing cutthroat! Larkspur: oh am I now? Noremoth: you knew I would never agree with a plan to pillage and commit genocide Larkspur: I wouldn't call what we did “genocide”. {Noremoth slaps the drink from her hand} Noremoth: what would you call it then!? did you even see what you left behind!? both men, women, and children slaughtered like pigs! when I joined this movement I joined because I too wanted to see a new world order and I also wanted Corona to pay for what they did to me. I did not join to slaughter countless innocent civilians. do we even need the money you stole!? or was this just a little fun Rendezvous for you!? Larkspur: you know how the men can get...they tend to get a little tense when they haven't battled something in a while. and our vessel did need the exercise. I needed to make sure her powers were still at full potential. well potential enough without the moonstone that is. Noremoth: this is not what we originally stood for. Larkspur: is that so? and pray tell how do you plan to fix it in your little mind? {Noremoth unsheathes his swords} Noremoth: it's time we got back on track. Larkspur:... are you truly sure you want this, Norie? {Noremoth swings his sword at her and she blocks it with her dagger} Larkspur: you filthy bugger… {Larkspur shoves him away and they circle one another} Larkspur: who would have thought this is how it ends? you know I did like you, Noremoth. Noremoth: no you didn't…. {she shoots some throwing knives at him; he deflects them with his sword and charges her; Cassandra hears the fighting from her cell} Cassandra: What the hell? Larkspur: Urgh! Noremoth: you know I always wondered why you never listen to me but now that I'm fighting you I think I finally understand. Larkspur: oh really? Noremoth: your pathetic little girl who's had nothing go right for her in life. what's wrong mommy and daddy didn't love you enough? {Larkspur charges with a scream and swings down at him; they lock swords} Noremoth: admit it I'm right! aren't I!? you're pathetic and scared, and were pushed around all your life! you put on this front acting like you care but in reality, you don't care at all you just want everyone to suffer under your thumb for the crappy hand you were dealt! you're no better than a whiney child! {Larkspur punches him and Noremoth falls back on the ground; Larkspur goes to jump on him with a knife and cuts his arm but he kicks up and flips her over; Larkspur lands harshly on the ground} Larkspur: AUGH! {Noremoth gets up and points his sword at her and wipes the blood from his lip} Noremoth: as I said before... pathetic. you don't even know how to fight. Larkspur: ….. that maybe but I do have one thing that you will never have… Noremoth: and that is? {suddenly swords are at his throat with cult members surrounding him} Larkspur: I have faithful followers… Cult member 1: what should we do with him, Mistress? Larkspur: Throw him in the dankest little cell that we have here... and let him rot for the time being... I'll figure out what to do with him eventually… Cult member 1: yes mistress… {The grab Noremoth and drag him away} Larkspur: Buh-bye Norie… {He’s taken to a cell and harshly thrown in; Cassandra looks up and sees him in the cell across from her; Noremoth groans and clutches his injured arm; Cassandra tears part of her clothes} Noremoth: Urgh!... Cassandra: Hey!... {Noremoth looks up and sees her toss some bread with a cloth wrapped around it to his cell} Cassandra: tie the cloth around your arm tightly... it'll stop the bleeding. and I was saving that bread but you can have it… Noremoth: ...Thank you… {END CREDITS}

#tangled #TTS #RTA #tangled the series #rapunzel’s tangled adventure #fanfic #matters of the heart #MotH #Isaiah #Varian #Zapada #Rapunzel #Noremoth #Eugene Fitzherbert

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grimmseye · 5 years

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A Little Evil — Chapter Two

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How Venomous gets his favorite minion.

Chapter Warnings: Violence (specifically against a child. Many people get hurt in this chapter). Negative Zones are run by villains and don’t have good moral standards.

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The Meeting

He is six months into his quest to engineer the perfect minion.

Six months is a longer struggle than he’s faced in a long, long while. Ordinarily a challenge would be exhilarating, something to finally pour some passion into. He craves anything that would occupy his mind, but for once the challenge is unwelcome. Venomous has made no progress.

Rats, cats, birds, lizards, snakes, plants, a few dozen other bases, all have amounted to a waste of time and resources. He’d even taken humanoid embryos to treat, but none of them survived a few days out of their tanks. They didn’t exhibit the necessary sophistication and were duly discarded, or their organs began to shut down, their cognitive functioning regressed. Nothing was working.

Venomous, apparently, still lacks the ability to create life with just his own hands. The moment he starts toying with strands of DNA, programming nonlethal viruses to rewrite the genetic codes in every last cell, something goes horribly wrong.

He’s probably going to end up disposing of yet another half-grown creature tomorrow. Somehow, the thing’s cells managed to induce the virus’ lytic cycle, and its cardiac cells are rapidly lysing at this moment. Another failure amid all of its predecessors, and this marks a brand new problem for him to decipher.

It isn’t working. He’s hit a roadblock. Can’t make his powers stronger, can’t bring them back, can’t even build his own minion from scratch. All his failures have compounded to him having no powers and no strength and no friends and no name and no no no fucking nothing —

Venomous snarls to himself, grimacing down at the sidewalk. He’s tired of venturing into these negative zones. The next villain to try to jump him is going to be on the receiving end of his newest creation — the result of octopus tentacles treated with special steroids and given an independent neural network. Given the right stimulation, they grab, crush, and tear whatever is in their grasp — the more struggling and screaming, the more aggression behind each move.

The thought makes him smile and give a soft laugh. That would be fun. He hopes someone might try it now. He just needs to determine how to clearly exude both weak and wealthy to lure someone —

The thought is interrupted by a sudden scream of pain. It’s a common sound here, and Venomous doesn’t so much as bat an eye while continuing down the block. What does catch his attention, though, is the cacophany that follows — shouts, angry, “Get that fucking brat!”

A kid? His eyebrows rise. Venomous veers towards the noise instead of away, telling himself it’s idle curiosity. Maybe something opportunistic rearing its head, yes, that’s it. He can always use more humanoid blood samples. An impromptu spinal tap may be in order as well.

He saunters around the perimeter of a large building — some kind of laboratory, though its exact field isn’t clear from the outside. There’s an undignified yelp, a man screaming “ I can’t fucking see!” in a way that suggests he may have just lost an eye. Venomous feels a smile creep over his mouth and kicks up the pace, very much wanting to see the carnage now.

There’s a high-pitched, furious shriek that splits the air, all senseless noise. It nearly drowns out the bellow of “I’m gonna break your fucking neck!”

The screaming is suddenly choked off. Venomous rounds the corner.

Out here is what seems to be a collection of guards wrangling a small child. A shock of white fur and washed-out pink hair is flailing in one’s grasp, a hand closed around her neck. Squeeze too tight, and those tiny vertebrae would crack.

Now, Venomous is probably certifiably evil at this point, may even show up on a POW card of his own soon, but he’s not a monster. Kids can be put down, knocked aside, those rookie heroes need to be driven back from the scene before they get any significant power. But he’s never had patience for those who go too far. World domination sounds lovely, but there is a line.

Venomous pulls a ball out of his pocket and a bottle of water, dousing the dark-green orb. When he feels its smooth exterior start to squirm, undulating in his grip, he gives it an underhand toss. It sails over the heads of these goons in a smooth arc, bouncing twice on the concrete before erupting into a mass of tendrils.

Shrieks ring out. Venomous strolls forward, lifting his palm to his mouth to sink his sharpened teeth into the meat of it. Blood bursts around his fangs and pools over his skin. Most of the goons are lucky enough to tear themselves away with little more than some bruises, maybe a sprained ankle or a dislocated arm as the tentacles try to seize their prey. Two get caught in the thick of it, a series of cracks sounding amid their wails of pain as their legs are engulfed and constricted.

He’s not necessarily a sadist, but he can appreciate someone getting their just desserts. Attempting to murder a child — that’s far beyond villainy.

And speaking of the child. She drops, not even enough breath to scream. Venomous breaks into a jog before his creation can seize a new thing to break, casting his wounded hand out in front of himself. The taste of his blood has the tendrils calming and parting for him, letting him pick his way through without complaint so he can scoop the creature up out of harm’s way.

She’s tiny. Fits into the crook of his arm, her white fur stained bright red around his mouth and paws. Her breath comes shallow and quick, face pinched in abject terror. As Venomous extracts himself from the tendrils, leaving them to finish off their prey, red eyes snap open. Albino, then.

She squeaks, and then bares her teeth. Before she can try to bite, Venomous pushes her head down, fingers safely tucked away from her mouth. “None of that,” he scolds. “I just saved you, you shouldn’t be so rude.”

“Down!” She screams — or tries to. Her voice is cracked, and the sound makes her gasp and cough. A frown pulls at Venomous’ mouth.

“Shhhh,” he soothes, kneeling down. The last of the screams have been smothered at last, leaving them in blessed quiet. Those out on the street are likely and rightfully minding their own business. “You’re bruised at a minimum, don’t strain anything. That was very impressive though, kid. A bunch of tough grown-ups, and you send them screaming.”

Even in her exhausted, terrified, angry state, that gets a smile cracking briefly over her mouth. Venomous chuckles at her weary glee. He sets the child down in front of himself, remaining on his knees. He supposes this is it, then. His heroics for the day are over — he has places to be.

The child rubs her throat with a paw, wincing. “Why’d you do that?” she croaks. Her eyes narrow, mouth stretching into a sneer. “You a hero?”

Venomous gives a faint shrug. “Nah, not a hero. But those guys were just…” He pondered the right explanation. “... the kind of people I really wanted to see suffer.”

Her eyes go wide. Not fear, as he might have expected. They’re shining.

It’s a look he hasn’t faced since the death of Laserblast. Something curls in his chest, not a bad thing.

He tamps it down, clearing his throat and getting to his feet. “Well,” he says, awkward. “... Bye.”

Venomous turns to head back onto the main drag, hands sliding into his pockets. He needs to pick up a new shipment of illicit materials if he doesn’t want his next commission to be late. Someday he’ll figure out how to get shipments into the neutral zone, but until then it’s regular flights here and doing the smuggling himself.

He’s two blocks down when he realizes he’s being followed. There’s a soft, “Watch it, brat,” that catches his ear. Venomous halts, head swinging, just in time to catch the little rat child ducking behind a newspaper dispenser.

Oh hell no.

A frown twists his mouth as he picks up the pace, crossing another street (no actual signals, just firing a laser gun into the road until the vehicles stop trying to hit pedestrians). He turns his head. There she is, pretending to study a sign. Another block down. Turn. She ducks into an alleyway.

Venomous grimaces. He could just ignore her. She could follow him all she wants, eventually he’ll just get on a plane and she’ll be out of his hair.

Something has him pacing back towards her. He comes to the break between buildings, finding the alley she’d ducked into. There’s a dumpster back here, open — and a frizz of matted pink hair peeking over the rim.

It twitches as he comes closer. “What are you doing,” he drags out, watching the fluff jump before her head pokes up.

“Nothin’,” she rasps, glaring as though to dare him to argue. She clutches a tattered-looking doll in her arms. Doll is generous. It seems to be scrapped together from garbage.

“Following me, you mean,” Venomous corrects.

“Nuh-uh,” she shakes her head, or tries to before even that little movement makes her wince. She glares at him. Venomous stares back. He raises an eyebrow, their gazes locked for several moments before she cracks. Stubborn. Brave.

“Fine!” She spits. “I wanna see you — you’re strong! I wanna be strong. Then no one’ll mess with —” She gasps and breaks into a coughing fit. It looks agonizing, her paw clutching her throat and her eyes brimming with tears when she’s finally able to wrangle it into control.

She’s got spirit. She’s a fierce little beast. She’s smart enough to speak coherently when he’s certain she’s had no formal education. She follows him for the purpose of observation, learning.

Venomous gets an idea.

“... Okay,” he says, already feeling like he’s going to regret this. “Tell you what, kid. I’ve been needing a minion.”

Her eyes narrow, but she inclines her head for him to continue. He smiles as he says, “You want to learn how to be like me? Come with me. I’ll teach you everything you want to learn. How to read, write,” she makes a face and he changes his tune, “and just how hard a big man can fall.”

Something shifts in her hair. He wonders if she has ears to match her whiskers and tail. There’s that glimmer in her eyes, but it hardens again, glowering at him. Distrust. Clever, too. “What d’you get outta it?”

“A minion,” Venomous says, and shrugs. “Someone to help in the lab. And look at me,” he gestures to his skinny frame. “If a big guy grabs me, and I can’t reach my weapons? I need someone to save me.”

And that’s what seems to do it. The mistrust melts out of her face. She’s just a little kid, after all. She’s exhausted, hurt, scared. Venomous offers a hand, even if his skin crawls looking at the garbage she’s perching in. “So — what do you say, kid?”

She stares at his hand, at his face. A smile cracks across her mouth. Her eyes are glossy, and he does not know what to do if she cries. But her paw clasps his hand and she beams, voice hoarse and shaking as she says, “You’ve got a deal, boss.”

#professor venomous #fink #ok ko #my writing

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thatfriendlyecho · 4 years

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List of Male OCs: D&D Styled OCs

What, something of substance? On this blog?? Excuse me what????

To give context, these are my D&D Babies™️, at least all of the male ones. I have definitely have not played as all of them, but I would love to incorporate them into a campaign or a story one day.

Quick Warning, I have a lot of monks,,,and I mean a lot.

aNYways, let's get it

Charoseth "Pip" Filburn. Kalashtar monk, lawful neutral.

Doesn't know his first name, so he calls himself Pip bc it's easy for him to remember.

Red hair

Heterochromia (one red eye and one green eye)

His appearance is loosely based on my little brother, who has dreadlocks, similar brown eyes and caramel colored skin

One of my many cinnamon rolls

Kinda gay,,,just a little

A whole baby

Charo, the name of the spirit that shares his body, can't stand Pip because he's kinda dumb, so it always saves his ass from danger by scaring him

Felix. Albino tiefling bard, neutral good.

Has white skin and red, pupilless eyes

Kind of blind

Okay very blind, he can't aim to save his life

Wears a cloak constantly bc the sun is a deadly laser

Was a dancer in a travelling circus

Flirts with everyone, no one is safe

Painfully sarcastic

Insecure about his appearance

Plays the flute and viol

His human mother gave birth to him in a circus tent, but then died after freezing to death three hours later. She was a prostitute living in secrecy so that his father, a tiefling war general, didn't find and kill her.

He gets his albinism from his mother

Silas Ellescar. Elf (Eladrin) monk, chaotic good.

I think most of my male OCs are gay oops-

Loves the stars and sky

In the game he's in currently, he stole a motorcycle and named it Sheva.

In game he has almost died three times bc elves are kinda hated all over the continent he lives in

His character appearance was loosely based on Prince Zuko, minus the scar and excessive angst

He's actually really young, and maturity wise is the youngest character I have (in human years he is 16)

Scarily independent, and he's the most reckless in his party

Loves rocks, his sister, and the sound of "mean people" in pain

Might be a sadist,,,maybe

Teekl Heiresi. Changeling rogue, neutral good.

Another cinnamon roll

It's actually unsure of the actual gender of Teekl, but he uses a more masculine appearance.

Selective mute

Has an "emo fringe", but he just doesn't want to creep people out with the fact that he has one eye so he covers it

He can be the squishiest party wise, but he's really, really good at being sneaky so he hasn't died yet

My first ace character

Questions everything about everything

When he does speak he has the thickest Australian accent

Turns into a mouse when he's scared, it's an instinct that he developed after living in slums

Adonis Lolth. High elf warlock, true neutral.

This is my gayest character

Has no reason to buy, sell, or give a fuck

He made a pact with a demon for revenge, and it has since then fucked with his moral compass

The irresponsible wine mom friend

Talks to himself very often

"Curiouser and curiouser..."

Wears big round glasses

When he smiles it either means "end-my-suffering" or "they'll-never-find-your-body". There's no in between.

His husband was executed after accidentally killing a woman, so Adonis has a personal grudge against women

Phynwen Astreas. Aasimar barbarian, chaotic good.

Brain the size of a walnut

Actually stupid

Stronk but s o f t

Loves butterflies and collects their wings

Chaotic. Very chaotic.

Undyingly loyal

Often called the party's "danger doggo"

Has a personal vendetta against chickens and religion

Speaks Giant for backstory reasons

Is 7'1" but still tries to hide behind people like a little kid

Aroace

Amnesiac

Confused constantly

Never, I repeat NEVER get him drunk.

Lived in a forest after being kicked out of his village

Unnecessarily violent and loud

Zenrir Redfable. Tiefling warlock, neutral good.

No one: H- Zenrir: "Peasant."

Thinks being noble is a personality trait

He absolutely despises it when Teekl speaks because he has no idea what he's saying

He kinda reminds me of Monoma from MHA-

He's literally just an asshole, there's nothing else

Fascinated by poor people

Always angry at literally everyone

Loves children but should never be left alone with one. Ever.

Agni. Fire genasi wizard, lawful neutral.

Curses, like, a lot.

Sparky sparky boom boi

Reads like no one's business

Has a laugh that can cure diseases

Scares kids because he's way too excitable

So,,,squishy

"That's kinda gay."

Hisses before he speaks

Afraid of water because, well, obvious reasons. He was also a pirate once, and almost drowned after walking the plank.

Kai. Water genasi monk, lawful good.

Why do I have so many monks

No, he doesn't know what you just said.

Spacey as hell

"Yes...?"

Gay Disaster™️. Don't flirt with him, his response will be either fainting or screaming. Or both, but that hasn't happened yet.

Smart enough and caring enough to be the mom friend, but he's too spacey

Hugs people for fun

Agni is his brother from another mother, literally. He stayed in their village while Agni rebelled and almost got himself killed with a group of pirates. They reunited twenty years later.

Syrlok Godelyth. A drow rogue/bard, true neutral.

Tried to kill Pip for money, but he got his ass kicked. Pip spared him bc he felt bad.

Pip fell asleep on his shoulder once and it still fucks him up to this day.

The only reason that he has that dumb name is so I can make him say dumb shit and the response will be "No shit Syrlok"

Also angsty

So much emotional baggage

Someone give him a hug

But like...

Metaphorically

I have a backstory for him but it's just very, very angsty. Like grotesquely angsty.

Anjel Nailo. Drow cleric (knowledge domain), lawful neutral.

Forgets that he's a cleric almost all the time

Has a serious staring problem

Has only been seen blinking five times in his entire being with his party

Hates armor with a passion

For some reason he has a charisma of 14 and all he does is stare at people and smile awkwardly

Head over heels for Kai

Related to Melancholia Nailo (one of my female OCs)

That's all of them (for now). If for some reason you read them all then, thank you for reading. I apologize if I started giving less details as I continued, I started at 7:30 and ended four hours later.

Anyway, I'mma go now, bye~

#my ocs #my ocs are my children #d&d ocs #dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #lgbtq

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