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dourpeep · 3 years

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you asked for albedo stuff yesterday and i forgot to give you some 🥲 here

-Albedo bites the ends of his pencil/pen while in deep thought

-He covers his mouth while laughing

-His hair is a huge problem to becoming messy so he usually keeps it in one style bc he sucks at styling hair

-I believe he would hyperfocus on a meal until he starts to hate it and goes onto another

-Probably sleeps on his back or stomach

-Quietly sings to himself when he's alone doing experiments

-his hands are probably soft as hell

-he probably bounces his leg when stressed

-I cant decide whether or not he's always cold or always hot (wearing his jacket everywhere but seems fine at dragonspine??)

-would break klee out of jail

-he always tries to have at least one meal with klee

WAIT SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT THIS--

definitely a pleasant surprise nodnod always a treat to have more Albedo, thank you for the food, Chi OTL

I'll write a little about each one b/c I have no self control and I'm feeling inspired by ur headcanons so lets goooooo ehehehe

They'll be a mix between imagines and drabbles!

Enjoy the food :3c

Contains: Albedo x gn!Reader, some standalone Albedo, Klee, fluff

- Breaking Habits -

"Albedo? You're doing it again-"

He blinks, shifting to remove the tip of his pencil from his lips, frowning when little indents come into view.

"Hm...it appears to be so."

Really, the Chief Alchemist has tried to wean himself off the habit, taking to coating the butt ends of his writing utensils with a horrid concoction of qingxin and jueyun chili, but the moment he slips into his usual daily tasks, it arises once more. The bitter spiciness is a taste that he still has not forgotten.

When his brows crease and his gaze seems to burn into the pencil, you offer a smile. With a kiss pressed to his temple, you take it from his loose grasp, setting it down on the table's surface.

A few weeks later, it dawns on him that the touch of wood to his lips evokes the memory of your gentle reminder. Without fail, he sets his pencil down in search of a sweet to busy himself with instead.

- His Laugh -

I can just imagine him with his hand lifted to cover his mouth, a smile tugging at his lips and his eyes slightly squinted. It's something that'd happen almost instantaneously--he doesn't intend to hide his smile but for some reason he can't help but do it.

An endearing habit that you've come to look for.

Regardless-

If you lower his hand and pepper him with a few little kisses, you'll get another giggle out of him before a kiss.

- Hairstyles -

Albedo only knows two ways to do hair: Klee's twin pigtails and his own half-up braid.

Over the past three years of his residency in Mond, it's become a sort of trademark. The assumption that it's just how he likes to style his hair has long since been accepted as truth--and really, he does prefer the style.

Though...

"Mr Albedo? Perhaps you should try to tie it all up instead...?"

The stray wisps of bangs that escape from the securely tied braid fall into his face and distract him from the task at hand. There's also the ever-present tickle right where the blond locks fall around his jaw. Surely, this shouldn't prove to be a problem considering he always has this style...right?

Needless to say, the smell of singed hair makes him choke and the Alchemist finds himself pulling away to tie his hair properly.

It's simple.

Or at least that's what he has been stuck repeating like a mantra as he stares at his reflection, unhappy with the way there's a strange bit of hair that refuses to stay tied. Sighing, he undoes his pony tail and tries again.

Hm.

No, now it's lopsided...certainly can't have that.

- Mealtime -

First, two little ears peek up above the surface of the counter besides him. Then, two little eyes belonging to a stuff rabbit toy followed by a red hat--

"Klee?"

The little girl stares at the fish steaks sizzling away on the pan, displeasure on her features despite the incredibly enticing smell. With unmatched resolve, she huffs.

"Big brother, Klee doesn't want fish again-"

Ah, right.

He's been in another of those moods, the particular taste and texture of the fish mingling with the salted butter, simple sauce, and lightly seasoned veggies sounding so much more appealing compared to nearly any other dish he's tried to enjoy in the past two weeks. It's without a doubt Albedo's all-time favorite dish. Perfect for someone with a small appetite and a need for something quick, filling, and nutritious.

"What would you like then?"

Ultimately (and truly, Albedo wasn't surprise), the little knight requested a serving of 'Fishy Toast'. Cutting up one of the fillets he'd fried, he laughs and shakes his head.

- Sleep Time -

When you come home, it's already dark, the streetlamps lining the cobbled road illuminating the front door as you fish out your key.

"Albedo? I'm back-"

Soft snoring punctuates the silence.

With a fond smile, you remove your shoes and make your way to the make-shift 'sleep station' set up on the couch. Sure enough, with his face shoved at an awkward angle against a pillow, Albedo lays on his stomach holding a second pillow to his chest.

As much as you'd rather not wake him (after all, he's barely gotten sleep over the past few days with how busy it's been), you kneel besides the couch to gently shake him awake.

"Bedo? Bedo, lets go to bed-"

He shoves his face further into his pillow, muttering something about waiting for results. But the silence that follows only lasts so long until he sighs and opens his bleary eyes.

"Welcome home," he mumbles, carefully shuffling best he can closer to meet your lips.

With a stretch and sigh, he sits up. Blond hair sticks up from the top of his head and to his cheek, some parts tangled despite his attempts to prevent it--your hair shouldn't tangle if you sleep on your stomach, right?

Holding back your laugh, you help him up so that the two of you can get ready to sleep.

- Singing -

Most often if not nearly each day, if you pass by the Favonius HQ's workshop, you might catch the soft sound of singing. A light sound that drifts from the partly-cracked door echoes into the empty hallway. Regardless of the traffic outside, it shows no sign of stopping, so you easily can sit right outside and listen.

It's not shy, though, even as the man's dulcet tone comes out gently, and there are days that the lyrics that slip from his tongue are of other regions.

Perhaps if you ever approach the Chief Alchemist, you might be able to convince him to sing just a short little tune. He'll oblige, though a soft dusting of pink will cover his cheeks as he does.

- Hands -

"My hands?"

Albedo watches as you tug off his gloves, head cocked to the side curiously. The moment his hands are free from their confines, you press a kiss to his palm and intertwine your fingers.

"Do you use lotion or something?"

He laughs.

"...Not that I am aware of...?"

When you squeeze his hand once, he squeezes yours back three times before bringing your joined hand to his cheek. Resting against them, his eyes close.

"Why do you ask?"

He feels you take his other hand as well, turning it over palm-side up, your fingertips tracing over the lines that adorn it's surface.

The tenderness of your touch is enough to make his heart stutter in his chest.

"Mmm...no reason."

- Leg Bouncing -

Whenever Albedo bounces his leg sitting at the Dragonspine workshop, a curse or two will slip out the moment his knee bangs against the wood.

Even being considered short, the table has decided to lay just low enough for him to cause minor injury to himself.

Shaking his head, he rubs at his knee to rid himself of the dull ache before continuing his observations at hand.

- His Jacket -

Wait okay but like...what if he actually has different versions of the same jacket? They look virtually the same but there's some of lighter material for warmer days, 'standard' ones for day-to-day use, and heavier ones lined with warm, soft fabric to insulate heat when he's on Dragonspine.

Same with his tights. I do know for a fact that there are tights lined with fleece that are incredibly warm and comfortable!!

- Escapees -

"You need to be very quiet, alright?"

Once more in the dark of the night, Albedo finds himself awake within the walls of the Favonius Headquarters.

Now...Klee technically wasn't grounded, so technically escorting her out of the so called 'solitary confinement' wasn't against any rule. To be fair, the room itself also wasn't really that either, judging by the child-themed decor, soft bed, books littering the floor, and the little table that sits just off to the opposite side of the room.

So! Albedo was certain that there wasn't any harm in what he was doing.

Not that he wasn't still sneaking around on his little improvised rescue mission.

He looks back to Klee, the little girl now wide awake and hanging on to his hand tightly.

When the morning comes, he sighs, crouched sitting on one of the child-sized chairs in the solitary confinement room, Klee peacefully snoozing in bed.

If only Jean wasn't pulling an all-nighter last night as well.

- Very Early Breakfasts -

Klee wakes up to the smell of sweet berry jam and chocolate in the air.

Clumsily, she slips out from under the covers with Dodoco cradled in her arms, padding along the wooden floors on her way to the kitchen.

"Big brother...?" She rubs the sleep from her eyes waiting for him to turn around.

"Oh, good morning Klee-"

"What time is it?"

That, Albedo decided, was a very good question. Especially considering that he hadn't yet gone to sleep and instead shuffled through the kitchen in the early hours of the day to make pancakes. If he had to guess--and he took a quick peek out the window despite the darkness of the early morning lending no clue--he'd say it was nearing 4am.

"Early. Go ahead and sit down, breakfast is almost ready."

The plate is presented to her with a brilliant smile, the Chief Alchemist satisfied to be able to keep his promise with her to always share a meal. But...the fluffy pancakes and freshly made whipped cream were also a source of his brightened mood.

Even though he knew he'd have no time to sleep and pack for his next Dragonspine expedition, the lack of sleep was worth seeing the sudden widening of eyes and delighted giggle from his younger sibling.

He could always take a quick nap at the base camp, anyway.

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frickfracksnatchisback · 5 years

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A Rookie Mistake (Part 2)

It took about two or three hours for Balthazar to reach the nearest train station. He knew that there was one a couple of miles near the town of Sand n’ Sails by looking at his map. The walk there was long and hard, but he had finally managed to make it to the train station and board the train that passed down there regularly.

He was now on the train, shuffling a pack of cards he found laying in the booth that he was now sitting in. He sat there dealing cards to himself, as the train continued rattling down the tracks to his destination. The train’s conductor was a very...interesting person who talked louder than he should have and lead Balthazar to his seat. And the staff (who were also passengers somehow) consisted mostly of owls who were much too shy and awkward to look at anyone directly.

Honestly, they were staring to get on his nerves.

“Who’s the new guy?” one of the owls quietly piped up at a table across from his booth. There were only four of them at the table, just talking to each other.

“I don’t know. He handed the Conductor a bunch of Pons to take him to a ‘special destination’. Can you believe it?” another owl informed the other. It was hard to tell which one exactly, they all seemed to have the same voice.

“Oh man. I was hoped to get to work on time today...” a third muttered sadly.

“A ‘special destination’? What the peck does that even mean?” the forth questioned.

“I can heard every word your saying by the way.” Balthazar stopped dealing out cards to glare at the four owls accusingly. They all jumped in their seats in unison and grabbed the menus on the table to hide their faces. Balthazar simply shook his head and look out of the window next to his booth. He watched as the cacti and sand dunes were being passed by the speed of the train. He had never really gotten out of the town much. At least, not like this in a very long time.

The train came to a sudden stop as the Conductor’s voice came out of a hidden speaker.

“Sorry about the undesignated stop everyone! This’ll only be a few teeny tiny minutes and the we’ll be right back on schedule!” the Conductor said over the speaker. A few of the owls groaned and sighed at the news. “IF YE PECKNECKS ARE GONNA WHINE ABOUT IT, YE CAN ALL GET OFF AT THIS HERE STOP!” the speaker screeched in protest as the owls put their hands over their ears to block out the awful shouting.

The door swung open as the Conductor came through the front door and walked over to the booth that Balthazar was sitting in. “Follow me laddie! I’ll lead ya to the back of the train!” the Conductor said while motioning with his hand for Balthazar to come along. Balthazar cleaned up the cards by putting them back into their box, and quickly followed the Conductor out of the parlor. Balthazar really didn’t see the need to be escorted to the back of the train, but he followed anyway. They both went through the two ending train cars, a car with study and a tank car, all the way to the caboose.

They were now outside at the very back of the train. The sun was still glaring down, but less so now that they were more at the edge of the desert. Balthazar walked over to the short ladder at the edge of the caboose, only to find the Conductor in the way of his path. “Hold on a sec there laddie, ye still haven’t paid the toll.” the old bird smiled at him while holding out a hand, expecting payment. Balthazar looked down at the Conductor’s hand and gave a look of disapproval.

“I thought I already paid you when I got on the train.” Balthazar said firmly, recalling the ridiculous amount of Pons it took to board the train and to reserve the booth in the parlor. The Conductor simply laughed at his response.

“Oh no, I think you’re mistaken young lad! That was only the admission fee! You’ll need to pay a little extra before I can let ye offa me train.” the Conductor chuckled. “I’m just chargin’ ya an extra fee since this isn’t a designated stop and whatnot so...would ye kindly?” the Conductor finished explaining as he thrust his hand in Balthazar’s direction once more.

Balthazar’s eyes thinned as he glared down at the bird. “And what if I don’t want to?” Balthazar said as he tried to intimidate the Conductor. The Conductor, however, wasn't fazed in the slightest.

“Well then I ain’t movin’ until ye do!” the Conductor’s smiled had faded away and he now looked very annoyed. “Ya gonna pay the fee or not lad?! I can stand here all day if ye want to be stubborn!” he yelled back while stomping his feet on the ground.

Balthazar thought about pushing the old bird aside so he could stop wasting his time. He was much taller and it didn’t really seem like a fair fight. But there was something about the Conductor’s temper and behavior that struck him as someone he really didn’t want to get in a fight with. Besides, that would waste even more of his time and he really wasn’t in the mood to deal with this right now.

Instead, Balthazar grumbled and pulled out his money bag so he could shove a handful of Pons into the Conductor’s open hand. The Conductor’s smile reappeared as he stuffed the Pons into his coat pocket. He moved out of the way and presented it with a bow in a snobby gesture. “Why, thank ye kind sir! After ye, please, I insist!” the Conductor said with a massive amount of sarcasm in his voice. Balthazar ignored his tone, and jumped off of the caboose instead of using the ladder.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a demon I need to hunt down.” Balthazar said back at the Conductor once he landed on the ground. The Conductor pulled a puzzled expression and then started to snicker a bit.

“Ehehehe-oh! Ah mean uh-sure thing laddie! You go fer it!” the Conductor laughed to himself as Balthazar began to walk away from the train at a fast pace. The Conductor shook his head as Balthazar stormed off and went over to the back door of the train. “Ah swear, these passengers are getting crazier every day.” the Conductor said to himself as he went back inside.

***

Balthazar was already making his way to the entrance of Subcon Forest. He could see that it wouldn’t take him too long of a walk to reach the forest. But even from where he was, he could already see the massively tall trees that seemed to stretch to the sky. There were strange dark clouds that floated overhead of the trees as if an invisible force-field was keeping them only in the forest’s boundaries. He suspected that it was some sort of magic or perhaps an illusion.

After walking a few miles, he finally made it to the mouth of the forest. Before going in, he looked upon the entrance with slight fascination and cautiousness. The trees looked even taller than they had before and it was extremely dark inside. So dark in fact, that when Balthazar squinted his eyes to try and see deep in the forest he still could only see darkness. But once he looked closer...he saw a few faintly glowing lights. He could also hear strange noises coming from inside the forest in whispers, like something inside was calling out to him. He checked himself to see if he had all of the equipment necessary to take on whatever ghost would pop out at any moment once he went into the dark. He was satisfied and felt like he was prepared; he then took his first few steps into the forest.

He was startled by the sudden and abrupt change of atmosphere and lighting. Somehow, it was now nighttime with the sliver moonlight shining above him. It was also colder now with a slight chill in the air and a very brief gust of wind every few minutes. It was strange, odd, and definitely paranormal. There was certainly no doubt that magic was being used to turn the forest into an eternal night. The trees were dead with purple bark, holes and cracks, and luminescent mushrooms growing on the branches or at the bottom of the trees. Some of the trees were even lucky enough to have crimson leaves growing on their skinny branches. There were tiny, golden lights like fireflies that seemed to float in the air all on their own. And as he kept walking on the bare dirt path, he felt like he had discovered a fantastical enchanted forest.

If that enchanted forest had millions of ghosts crawling inside it that is.

Despite the forest first appearance, which was most certainly magical, there was also something that seemed...off. He could almost feel a ghostly presence from the cold temperature and the stillness in the air. And if he strained hard enough he could hear the whispering now, louder this time, calling out to him. He couldn’t tell if it was just his imagination, but Balthazar could almost swear that he could see thousands of yellow eyes peering at him from the holes in the trees It almost felt like someone, or something, was watching him.

He then heard a rustling of leaves and quickly turned toward the noise. A bush with purple leaves shook violently from behind the trees. Balthazar quickly put himself into a defensive stance for whatever was about to come out of the bush. His stance lost some of it’s edge as he saw glowing from the dark was a large, yellow light.

Is that someone holding a lantern? Am I not the only alive person in this forest? Balthazar thought to himself in wild curiosity. Suddenly, the lantern blinked and came bursting out of the bush.

Balthazar quickly jumped back and saw that the “lantern” was actually a tiny person wearing a tiny purple robe. The robe was tattered at the bottom with the large hood obscuring the person’s face. Actually, he didn’t think that the person even had a face. The glowing light that he mistook for a lantern shone out from the hood like a giant eye staring back at him.

The little person began dusting off purple leaves from the bush it jumped out of. Balthazar was slightly amazed but kept his ground. It must be a ghost trying to trick me into thinking it’s harmless. Balthazar thought while watching the small person. He reached into the pocket of his robe to grab a charm to protect himself. If it lived in this forest, then that meant it was far from harmless.

“Back off.” Balthazar said in a deep voice while pointing at the person with his finger. It looked up at him and cocked it’s head to the side in confusion. “Don’t you make another move or so help me I’ll-” Balthazar tried to threaten the small person. But before he could finish, the small person giggled and ran quickly past him. “What the-hey! Come back here!” He yelled as he hastily made chase and ran into the trees. But the small person was fast and had already gotten a head start.

***

Balthazar had been trying his best to keep up with it. For such a small person, it sure was a fast runner! As he ran past the trees he realized that he was slowly beginning to lose track of it. He stopped running and looked side to side. “Where the heck...did it go?” he said while trying to catch his breath. He heard a loud whistle from behind him and turn to see the small person waving at him.

“Hey hey! Over here new guy!” the small person taunted Balthazar. It then turned around and disappeared into the trees.

“Why you little midget!” Balthazar chased the small person in the direction it had went. After going through a few trees he came across a clearing, the little person was there waiting for him. It stood there with a...well, not really a smirk, but it sort of looked like it was smiling in a smug way.

“Come on new guy! Come and get me!” the small person beckoned at him with his hand, pulling him into and obvious trap.

It was apparently not-so-obvious for him, however.

Balthazar blindly ran toward the small person in an attempt to grab it. He yelped in surprise as big, purple, and thorny vines erupted from the ground. They enclosed him into a circle with no way out as the little person laughed and ran away.

“Get back here! I’m not done with you yet!” Balthazar yelled furiously as he saw the little person escaping. He gave up soon though, as he realized that there was no way that he could get out of this entanglement of vines.

Dang it! I can’t believe I fell into such a stupid trap! he thought, annoyed at himself at his stupidity. How am I going to get myself out of this one? he thought to himself while trying to think of ways to escape his thorny prison.

He then heard a noise from deep within the forest.

Thump thump

The ground shook beneath him. He turned to try and locate where the noise was coming from.

Thump thump

The ground shook again, harder this time. Balthazar saw a flock of black birds emerging from the trees, eager to get away from whatever beast was making the terrible vibrations.

THUMP THUMP

Balthazar struggled to keep his balance after the third set of thumps. He began to panic, whatever was made those sounds was big and it was starting to get closer.

The vines retreated into the ground and Balthazar watched as magic seemed to turn his surroundings into a ghastly purple realm. Dark clouds of a deep purple circled the sky with bolts of lighting and thunder booming overhead. He was standing on a glowing, light purple platform made of what he assumed was spiritual magic. Instead of forest trees, the purple background seemed to be made of what looked to be...faces?! Yes, crying faces of poor souls were floating in the air in the distance, away the platform he was standing on. He could scarcely hear their ghostly wails of distress over the occasional rattling thunder.

And then he screamed as a glowing yellow face with a wide grin met his gaze.

He nearly jumped out of his skin as he fell flat on his back. He manage to sit himself up straight and looked up to see a very big, very tall, and very familiar-looking creature.

“AHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” the creature cackled loudly, throwing it’s hands up in the air. Balthazar quickly cupped his hands over his ears. It’s voice was booming and echoed throughout the whole area. And boy, was it loud!

“FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!!!” the creature continued in it’s unbearably loud voice. Balthazar didn’t seem to noticed, as he was too busy trying to protect his hearing even though he wished that he was capable of becoming deaf for a short period.

“You’ve really done it this time! You dare to enter my forest? You dare to...huh?” Snatcher stopped introducing himself to see that his newly caught victim wasn’t even paying attention. Instead, he was closing his eyes and covering his ears.

“Hey buddy, don’t be rude when someone’s trying to terrify you.” Snatcher leaned down and snapped his fingers near Balthazar’s head. Balthazar opened his eyes and looked up to see Snatcher looking back at him with and annoyed expression.

The creature was a lot more...goofy-looking than Balthazar expected. While it was rather big, it’s arms were gangly and it’s snake-like body was curved at an odd angle making it look slightly ridiculous. What made the creature look even more ridiculous was the fact that it had it’s arms crossed, as if it was waiting impatiently to continue their conversation. Balthazar slowly removed his hands from his ears and the creature smiled back at him in appreciation.

“Much better! Now, where were we?” the creature’s smile was more silly than evil, almost welcoming in a way. Balthazar stopped looking at the creature in awe and suddenly remembered what he was supposed to be doing. He scrambled to his feet, less gracefully than he would have liked, and made a defensive pose.

“Enough! I, Balthazar, will vanquish you and restore my father’s name as a mighty hunter of the paranormal!” Balthazar yelled triumphantly holding out a sword that he had pulled from the sheath under his robe. The creature seemed surprise and it’s smile faded.

And then it started to laugh at him.

Snatcher laughed loud and hard as his victim stood there, pointing a sword in his direction. Was this guy serious? Did he really think that he could “vanquish” an all powerful spirit with nothing but a hunk of metal on a stick? Snatcher held his sides, he hadn’t laughed like this in ages!

Balthazar’s stone cold stare dropped and he lowered his sword. The creature was laughing so hard now, that it was having mad giggling fits in between bursts of laughter. “Hey! Stop laughing! You think that this is funny?!” Balthazar was becoming agitated at this creature’s childish antics.

“I...I think that it’s hilarious! Ha ha ha!” Snatcher couldn’t help himself, it was just too funny not to laugh! He finally manged to stop and collect himself. “I’m sorry, but that was priceless! Have you ever considered becoming a comedian?” Snatcher stifled a giggle as Balthazar growled under his breath.

“I don’t see what’s so amusing about me threatening to kill you.” Balthazar was now holding his sword to his side and tapping his foot angrily. He wanted to be taken seriously, not have a little friendly chit-chat with a demon.

“Oh! Well, I don’t know! Let’s see...” Snatcher was fully aware that he was being annoying. He was trying his best to see how long this guy would last. “One, you think that a simple little sword like that is going to kill me. That’s adorable!” Snatcher was now counting the reasons on his clawed fingers, one at a time.

“It’s an enchanted sword!” Balthazar raised it again to try to look intimidating. Snatcher just ignored him and kept going.

“Two, nobody dresses in old rags like that anymore.” Snatcher sneered as he quickly grabbed Balthazar by the hood of his robe and lifted him off the ground. Balthazar yelped in surprise and tried to hack and slash at Snatcher’s arm with his sword. The metal of course, fazed right through him with every cut not damaging him in the slightest. Balthazar was in disbelief and let his sword drop to the ground with a resounding clank. He then started to shake and squirm in Snatcher’s grasp, eager to escape.

“Three, what on earth is a “hunter of the paranormal”? That can’t be a real job description!” Snatcher continued as Balthazar kept struggling to be released.

“Let me go you foul beast!” Balthazar yelled in furiously.

“You’re rather rude, aren’t you?” Snatcher said as he let go of Balthazar’s hood and let him fall to the ground. Balthazar hit the ground with a thud and groaned as he pushed himself back up. The fall hadn’t been major, but he had still managed to hit his head a little during the impact.

“And four, what did you say your name was again?” Snatcher asked, ignoring Balthazar’s fall. Balthazar was on his knees as he looked back at Snatcher, shooting daggers in his direction. Snatcher didn’t seem to care.

“My name is Balthazar.” he grumbled as he dusted himself up and got to his feet. Snatcher snickered and put a hand over his mouth. “What now?!” Balthazar was really starting to hate this demon.

“Balthazar? What kind of a name is that?” Snatcher snickered louder this time, but then cleared his throat as to try and keep his composure. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling though, as Balthazar gave him a hateful glare.

“It is the name my father gave to me, you murdering demon!” Balthazar was absolutely livid now. He wasn’t about to let some low-life demon mock the name his father had given him. He grabbed his sword off the ground and starting to run toward Snatcher. Snatcher put his hand in front of Balthazar, forcing him to stop him in his tracks.

“Wait, wait, wait. Hold on a second. Murdering demon? Are you sure you’re not confusing me with someone else?” Snatcher asked, confused as to who this guy was talking about. Sure, he may have taken one or two hundred souls, but he was no demon. Balthazar scowled and pushed Snatcher's hand away.

“Are you or are you not the demon of the Subcon Forest?” Balthazar stated, using his sword to point at Snatcher accusingly.

“It’s rude to point. And to answer your question, no, I’m not a demon.” Snatcher said as he lowered Balthazar’s sword with a single talon. “Although, I am flattered that you would think so highly of me!” Snatcher put a hand to his chest to signify pride. Balthazar just stood there, dumbfounded. How could this creature not be a demon and yet take so many souls?

“If you’re not a demon, then who are you?” Balthazar questioned. Snatcher looked back down at him and flashed a wicked grin.

“Finally! Some manners!” Snatcher said in a delighted tone and then cleared his throat.

“I’m Snatcher, the snatcher of souls. I take the souls of whatever fool is unlucky enough to find their way here.” Snatcher’s tone had become more threatening with his gaze more ominous as he towered over Balthazar. “And guess who just happens to be standing in my forest as of right now?” Balthazar shrunk back as he was covered by Snatcher’s shadow. He now looked exactly like the illustration that he had found in his father’s journal. A long serpentine body, slender arms that ended in clawed hands, an evil smile with slanted eyes.

Balthazar backed away and quickly regained his courage. “I’m not scared of you! I will avenge my father’s death or I’ll die trying to find him!” Balthazar stood up, pretending to not be intimidated by Snatcher’s piercing gaze. Snatcher looked back at him, surprise a little bit by his actions.

“What’s your father’s first and last name?” Snatcher asked, breaking the tense atmosphere.

“What?” Balthazar was confused. He was prepared for a fight, not a question.

“I said, what’s your father’s first and last name?” Snatcher asked again, he was more focused in an answer to his question that than fighting.

“Why do you need to know? It’s none of your business.” Balthazar thought that Snatcher was trying to distract him so he could gain the upper hand.

“Because I might just know where he is.”

Balthazar was shocked, was he being serious? “You’re joking right?” Balthazar smiled bitterly, but then his smiled faded when Snatcher shook his head. Snatcher then snapped his fingers and in a cloud of purple smoke, a large stack of papers appeared floating in the air. Snatcher grabbed the stack of old, tattered papers and then turned to look at Balthazar.

“I keep the names of almost everyone who’s been in my forest. If you tell me your father’s name, well...we might be able to strike ourselves a deal!” Snatcher was quite ecstatic when mentioning the word “deal”. Balthazar was immediately wary, but Snatcher’s words manage to entice him.

“His name is Drexel Lancaster.” Balthazar hesitated a moment before finally telling him his father’s name. Snatcher then began to sift through the stack of paper in his hand at lighting speed.

“Of course, of course! Can’t have a weird first name without a matching set!” Snatcher laughed at his own joke despite Balthazar’s annoyance. “Let’s see now… Nope. Not it. Defiantly not.” Balthazar watched Snatcher in amazement, as the papers that Snatcher has no use for floated into their own separate stack. “No, no, no-Aha! Here it is!” Snatcher’s shouted joyously, causing Balthazar to startle a bit. Snatcher snapped his fingers again and the stack of discarded papers disappeared in another could of smoke. Snatcher snapped his finger a third time and pointed at the paper. The paper then floated down toward Balthazar and he carefully held it in his hands.

The paper was actually a very ancient-looking contract. The paper was yellow with age and had decorative boarders along the corners of the paper. At the bottom was a purple wax stamp with Snatcher’s grinning face melded into it. And right next to the stamp was a signature line...with his father’s own signature written in ink.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing in front of his eyes. Seeing his father’s cursive reminded him of how long he had spent searching for him and how long he missed living without him. The signature was enough proof to convince him that his father was still out there! And more importantly, still alive!

“Where is he now?! I have to find him as soon as possible!” Balthazar exclaimed, he didn’t even bother reading the rest of the contract. He didn’t care about whatever else was written on it, the only thing he cared about was his father’s signature.

“Hold on a moment! I can’t just go ahead and give you that information right away! After all...” Snatcher snapped his fingers once more and another contract appeared in front of Balthazar. “...You still haven’t signed yet!” Snatcher finished speaking as a feather quill appeared in Balthazar’s hand. Balthazar picked up the new contract in his hands a left the other one suspended in the air. The signature line on the new contract was empty, waiting for someone’s name to be written down. Balthazar looked back at the line and then back at the quill in his hand.

He knew exactly what he had to do.

“Go ahead. Sign the paper...” Snatcher voice had returned to being dark and ominous, but Balthazar didn’t seem to notice. He was already scribbling down his name onto the contract, not caring to read the bottom text or any of the text. And after he finished jotting down his signature...

The contract and quill erupted into blue flames in his hands.

Blue flames appeared to ignite all around the platform that he and Snatcher were standing on. Balthazar screamed as strange, purple chains came out of the ground and wrapped tightly around his body. Chains with shackles automatically clamped down around his wrists and pulled him violently to the ground, forcing him onto his knees. He cried out in pain and struggled to break free of his prison, but the chains just seemed to wrap tighter making him gasp for air.

Snatcher eyes were slanted and watched as Balthazar kept struggling and struggling, but to no avail. “You’re so quick to take action and jump to conclusions. Like father like son, I suppose.” Snatcher smiled as he found Balthazar’s desperate attempts to escape amusing. “Did you honestly think that I would just tell you were your father was after you threaten to kill me?” Snatcher’s expression grew cold as he came closer to Balthazar, who stopped wriggling in the chains to look up a him.

“I trusted you.” Balthazar eyes started to tear up. He didn’t want to die, not yet.

“It isn’t my fault that you made the same mistake that your father did.” Snatcher smiled, showing no empathy whatsoever. “But hey! Look on the bright side! At least you’ll finally get to reunite with him!” Snatcher said as he slowly pointed a talon in Balthazar’s direction.

Purple lighting struck Balthazar a first, a second, and a then third time causing him to scream in agony. His screams slowly died out as he felt his life essence slipping, floating away from him. The world around him faded to black as Snatcher cackled maniacally. He was being surrounded by darkness…

And then there was nothing.

Nothing but the sound of someone calling out to him.

It was his father’s voice.

He had finally found him, at last.

***

A Few Years Later

Hat Kid was very excited to be visiting Sand n’ Sails in order to do some light shopping. The Conductor was nice enough to let her off as close to the place as he could. She thanked him and managed to make the rest of the way on her scooter. With the sun shining on her face and the wind in her hair, what a time to be alive!

The town was more lively that she could have ever expected. The townspeople were very nice and welcomed her with open arms and friendly faces. The marketplace was even more fun, with many interesting items that she could buy with the Pons she had on her person (she had a lot of them since the Mafia in Mafia Town wouldn’t sell her anything no matter how hard she asked). She met a really nice cactus person named Prickly, who gave her a cute sun hat accessory as a free gift.

She was now leaving the marketplace with as many bags as she could carry in her tiny arms. She sprinted down the stone path, her feet making pleasant little tapping sounds. She was just about ready to go home when she came across an old, run-down house that stood out from the others. The house was not well-kept at all and looked like nobody had lived in it for years. The stone walls were cracked, the black tinted windows were broken, and the wooden roof was caving in and rotting away. There were cobwebs and broken nails above the door frame, as if someone had hung things there long ago but torn them down afterwards. There were strange, glowing symbols carved into the wooden door that seemed to be fading away with age.

“Are your parentsss looking to buy a houssse little girl?” a strange voice behind Hat Kid said making her turn around quickly in surprise. A cobra person dressed in traditional attire appeared from and alleyway and slithered in Hat Kid’s direction.

“My apologiesss. I did not mean to ssstartle you, little one.” the cobra person bowed it’s head. “Allow me to introduce my ssself. I am Ssslinky Ssscaleshedder, the Sssand n’ Sssails realtor.” Slinky moved his tail in Hat Kid’s direction. She smiled and shook his tail with her free hand, which was the closest way of shaking hands with a snake.

“If you are looking to buy a house, I wouldn’t chossse that one if I were you. The owner disssapeared a long time ago.” Slinky pointed his tail at the abandoned house. Hat Kid turned to look back at the house and then cocked her head in question.

“Hmm? You want to know who usssed to live there?” Slinky said and Hat Kid nodded in agreement. “Oh, well I don’t really know to be honessst. He was alwaysss sssuch a quiet fellow, he kept mostly to himssself.” Slinky couldn’t really shrug since he had no shoulders, but if he did he would have. “There are rumorsss that he wasss a performer of witchcraft, but that’sss jussst nonsenssse. I asssure you that no sssuch thing existsss.” Slinky smiled, showing off the two small fangs at the front of his teeth. Hat Kid nodded and giggled awkwardly, a little intimidated by Slinky’s sharp teeth.

“Ssso...interesssted in buying a houssse?” Slinky asked. Hat Kid shook her head lightly, she really didn’t want to disappoint the guy but she already had a perfectly good spaceship home. “Oh, very well then. Hope to sssee you sssoon...” and with that Slinky slithered away across the path.

Hat Kid waved goodbye at Slinky and then looked back at the old house. It made her wonder...what happened to that guy? Maybe he just went on a really long vacation? Then again, people don’t usually leave their house in ruins when going on vacation. Just looking at the house’s condition was starting to give her the creeps. She then realized that she needed to get back home. She stopped staring at the old house and continued to walk along the stone path toward the town’s exit.

And the house stood there, unloved and unkempt. It’s owner would never return and no one would even know that he went missing. Instead, the house would probably be demolished and, after a few years, a new house would be made on top of the rubble. But for now the house just stood there and Balthazar would slowly be forgotten, along with all of Snatcher’s other victims who were unfortunate enough to make the same mistake that he did. Snatcher didn’t know this, but every person who would have their soul taken from him were all learning the same moral lesson. The same cruel lesson that Vanessa taught him many years ago when she locked him away in the basement...

Not all stories have happy endings.

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Hey so I’m gonna take full advantage of this bc I’m nosy af. But also sorry I’m like this. Aranea 8, 9, 10, 13, 15, 16, 17, 18, 23, 24, 29, 33, 36, 38, 41, 42, 45, 60 Rurora 3, 8, 9, 15, 18, 22, 24, 33, 38, 40, 42, 45, 47 Mixys 3, 24, 25, 36, 38, 40, 45, 60

Aranea 8: What are some of your OCs strengths?very good at sneaking like impossibly good at it. Her base skill total in it without rolling is 30. She can also sing pretty well,, eheheh,, ,

9: What are some of your OCs weaknesses?weak in the will department but that happens when you’ve been mentally and physically tortured to be an obedient tool. She also looks at water and sweats nervously, swimming not a strong suit,

10: What is your OCs favorite outfit?she has this spider silk crop top she made. It’s p nice.13: What is your OCs earliest memory?waking up, imprisoned, feeling extremely fatigued from having been created hours prior. No recollection of who she is (or was) and in unspeakable pain as she was still healing from the process.

15: What makes your OC angry?it used to be not much of anything. Nowadays it’s threats against those she’s willing to lay her life down for.

16: When is your OCs favorite time of year?Spring time around her “birth” day. It seems her current masters put in the effort to buy her gifts and spend a relaxing day with her on the occasion. Its.. oddly nice and unlike her day to day routines.

17: How long can your OC hold their breath?huh, maybe a minute or two? She’s never tried23: Whats your OCs biggest secret?she’s currently hiding from her master’s that she’s learned parts of her past self before being fleahwarped and has regained a couple memories or at least she’s dreampt of them and plans on completely betraying her masters if they prove too great a threat

24: What does your OC smell like?I’ve actually thought about this before (so ha!)

She smells like firearm oils and gunsmoke with a hint of fancy soap. The DM says blood

29: Can your OC swim?haha nah, hence the nervous sweating at water ,

33: Are your OCs parents dead?probably and she prolly killed them, drow are wild my dudes,

36: What turns your OC on?oh,, uhm,, uh,, , she likes being in charge

38: Does your OC have any pets?, Nah, they don’t normally allow pets to have pets,

41: What is your OCs motto about life?it used to be obedience and putting her master’s wishes above all else. Now she lives to protect the things she’s come to find precious in this life.

42: Does your OC drink coffee or tea?Tea, she actually has had that trait from day one and there is a pound of tea leave a in her adventuring gear

45: Does your OC like reading?Yes, there are plenty of books in her masters’ home and she is surprising well read.

60: Does your OC enjoy nature?hmm.. yeah, I think she’d find it calming and relaxing to just sit and enjoy the outside if given the chance.Ruroura 3: What’s your OCs favorite food?She’s a carboholic, so anything bread or alcohol pls 8: What are some of your OCs strengths?Smithing! She’s really good with her hands and loves making weapons and armor! She’s also halfway decent at playing medic. 9: What are some of your OCs weaknesses?Cute toll people and heights 15: What makes your OC angry? Injustice, shoddy craftsmanship18: What kind of underwear does your OC wear?Uh, boi shorts? 22: Has your OC ever killed someone?Yeah. She also put a teammate straight into death saving throws while trying to heal them. He pulled through tho so it’s all good!! 24: What does your OC smell like?Antiseptic, sweat, coal dust and molten iron33: Are your OCs parents dead?Nah, her mom and dad are both back home holding down the fort at the smithy 38: Does your OC have any pets?She once had a molerat named Nug when she was a young girl. Nug was a real card. 40: What is the craziest thing your OC has done?So when she was still a wild young teen doing teenage things a few of the other rowdy youths had dared someone to go and spook old man Dwofack’s livestock. And lil’ ol’ Ruroura here took up the challenge to not only spook the whole herd but to also ride one of the damn aurochs bare back out of there. 42: Does your OC drink coffee or tea?Neither, she’s a water and ale kind of gal 45: Does your OC like reading?Yes! Especially about new smithing techniques. 47: Does your OC tolerate violence?Only if it’s in all fairness. She’d not tolerate violence or cruelty against an innocent or someone unable to defend themselves Mixys 3: What’s your OCs favorite food?She likes cured meats mostly so tough, salty foods 24: What does your OC smell like?(you really like them olfactory descriptors huh) She tells like worked leather, the various fumes from the latest batch of elixirs and the way a fuse does as it’s just been lit. 25: What time of year does your OC prefer?Anything but the rainy season… 36: What turns your OC on?Neck kisses and ear nibbles 38: Does your OC have any pets?Her girlfriend does but she doesn’t personally40: What is the craziest thing your OC has done?Possible becoming bros with and eldritch being like it ain’t no thang. 45: Does your OC like reading?It’s hard for her to concentrate a lot of the times (she gets distracted very easily) but she tries her best because she does enjoy it 60: Does your OC enjoy nature?Not exactly her element but she’s got a bit of a soft spot for it one might say

#oc #ocs #originial character #dnd #pathfinder #aranea #mixyx #ruroura #my ocs

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i-am-a-mes · 6 years

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Pets and Fuzzy Socks 8

Plot: You are a vet tech who one day gets a dog in at the clinic, who’s owner happen to be Tom Hiddleston.

Warnings: Operation details, fluff, tiny hint of angst

Author’s note: It’s a filler chapter but building up to something ;)

Cursive: Reader’s thoughts

Disclaimer: Not my gifs or pictures (exept puppie picture)

Thank you my darling @jj-trickster for being my beta! You are my hero!

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Chapter eight:

“Don’t Stop believing, hold on to that feeliiiiaaaaiiing”

My ringtone yanked me brutally out from my deep heavenly sleep.

“Hmmhmm hello?” I said with such a low gravelly voice I was surprised that it was my own.

“Y/N, I’m sorry for calling you this early, but I got a c-section coming in soon, can you please come in?”

It was Leila, my boss, the plead in her voice made me cave, despite the god of a man who laid next to me. I rubbed my face with my hands and let out a sigh.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll be there in 30 min. Is that okay?”

“Yes, thank you so much!” She hung up, and I groaned, which made Tom open his eyes.

“What is going on my love?” He placed a small kiss on my forehead as he gently tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.

“I got called into work, a c-section. Though I would prefer to stay in bed with you all day” I smiled at him, while tracing my fingers over his temples and into his hair.

“But some unborn puppies need my help. I’m sorry, but we are kind of short on staff, so Leila needs me”

“Of course, my love. Anything for puppies!” He grinned widely and made me chuckle.

I quickly went into the shower and got dressed in my work clothes. I looked at my phone to find the next bus departure.

“Dammit!!” I banged my hand on the kitchen counter top

“What? What it is?” Tom looked at me a bit worried

“I missed the bus, I’m not going to make it on time” I was beginning to feel stressed and began chewing on my cheek.

“Hmm that is unfortunate... but why don’t I just drive you?” He asked as if it was a given. I looked startled at him.

“What? You don’t have your car here?” I fidgeted with my phone and looked at him with confusion.

“I drove here yesterday, and then we took a cap from here to the restaurant. Come on, let me drive you!”

I agreed, and we went to the car, we even had time to get some coffee to go. As we pulled up to the clinic, Tom went inside with me, and we found Leila in the breakroom.

“Hi Leila, I’m here and I got coffee!”

She looked at me with lights in her eyes

“MY SAVIOR!” She stood up quickly and gave me a big hug and took the coffee off my hands. She then saw Tom, and eyed him up and down

“Oh hello, Tom, right? How’s Elle?” Leila had the wonderful ability to remember people by their pets. She never forgot a pet she had treated, which made her the perfect vet in my eyes.

Tom nodded and shook her hand, while they were shaking hands, Leila leaned into me and whispered

“Holy fuck I forgot how hot he is!” I blushed instantly and looked shyly at Tom, who just chuckled.

“Well, I should get going…” Tom said as he cleared his throat.

“Hmm If you don’t have any plans today, we could use some extra hands?” Leila said with a raised brow looking between Tom and me. I looked up at Tom, who looked back at me with a big smile.

“You want to stay?”

“I would love to” He gave me a big smile, indicating that he was quite excited.

About 15 minutes later a golden retriever named Sally arrived. We got her prepped for operation and once she was under, we had to work fast. I got a lot of towels ready and a box with a heating pad and a blanket. I had instructed Tom that when the puppies came out one by one, I would remove the placenta and any excess amniotic fluids, I then would hand them over to Tom, who was going to clean them and dry them carefully off with a towel. I also told him how to check for cleft palate in the puppies. About 30 minutes later all the puppies where out of Sally, and Leila was closing her up.

Tom and I were studying all 10 puppies that were squeaking and pushing and shoving around in the box, and soon Leila said she was done with Sally. As soon as we placed Sally on a blanket on the floor we placed the puppies at her nipples, so they could begin breastfeeding. The three of us sat beside Sally, checking on her and on the puppies, Tom leaned towards me.

“That was amazing. Thank you for letting me help and experience this” He placed a kiss on my cheek and I smiled back at him with a sparkle in my eyes.

After Sally and her adorable puppies were sent home, Tom dropped me off at my place, sadly he had a meeting later that day, so he couldn’t stay.

A couple of weeks passed by, filled with butterflies and living on cloud nine. I was head over heels in love with Tom, and with each passing moment I became more and more sure of it. We often spent time at each other’s places and watched movies, read books or just talked about everything under the sun.

One day we went to a small café to get some cheesecake (a favorite of ours), but we didn’t notice a paparazzi taking some pictures of us. We were just talking and having fun, but we left holding hands and Tom placed a kiss on my cheek. The next day I was lying on the couch with Tom massaging my feet as he read a novel, I was just browsing on my phone when I suddenly saw the photos of us at the café.

“Tom Hiddleston and mysterious girl – Who is this plain Jane?”

I became tense and started gnawing on my cuticles and obviously Tom noticed the change in my demeanor.

“What it is my love?”

“Huh?? Nothing… “I said while looking intensely at my phone, scrolling through the comments on the article.

“What does this bitch have that I don’t?” “She must be a rebound!” “Omg, what is he thinking!?”

They were right! Why is he with someone like me? I’m no Taylor Swift!

I began feeling my chest tightening around my lungs and my eyes became wider as these thoughts bounced around in my head.

“Y/N, hey, talk to me, what it is?” Tom sat up straight with a big concerned look on his face

I looked up at him, a small tear was beginning to form in the corner of my eye, as I sighed while giving my phone to him. He studied it while I looked down.

“This is stupid Y/N, do not listen to those people, they are just writing these things to get attention”

I looked up at him, now with tears streaming down my face. He quickly pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me, making me feel instantaneously safe and calm.

“I think you are the most beautiful and intelligent woman I know! I do not care what anybody else thinks! You are the only one I want!”

He looked straight into my eyes and held my gaze, softly wiping the tears from my face. I smiled at him and couldn’t help but take in his words. He wouldn’t say them if he didn’t mean it. Tom is not that kind of man. I simply nodded and placed a kiss on his lips. Our foreheads leaned against each other and we smiled.

We had dated for now 3 months, and everything was perfect, even though he had been travelling for about a month. I missed him like hell, but I didn’t mind the alone time, it gave me the opportunity to not forget myself in this relationship. One day I was cleaning my apartment while listening to my music with my headphones on. I danced around to TLC’s “No scrubs” while dusting off my shelves, when Tom entered the apartment. I had given him a key, so he could stop by when he wanted to. He stood leaning against the doorframe while watching me dance around whilst singing with a Swiffer duster swaying in the air

“No, I don’t want no scrubs, a scrub is a guy that can’t get no love from me…”

Tom couldn’t help chuckle at the sight of me, and when I turned around whilst doing my best hip hop moves, I saw him, which gave me such a scare that I jumped up and squealed

“Aarrrhhhh!!! Tom don’t do that!” I pulled my earphones out and put a hand up to my heart, which felt like it was about to jumped out of my chest.

“Oh, I’m so sorry my love, but you looked so adorable dancing around” He picked me up and hugged me while twirling me around, as he put me back down again he placed a deep kiss on my lips.

“What are you doing here? Thought you would be away for another few days?” I said while playing with his hair.

“Yeah, we finished up early, so I had to come home and see my goddess” He pulled me into another loving hug

“And… I want to ask you if you wanted to go to a party with me?”

I gave him a surprised look,

“A party? Like together, as a couple?”

“Yes darling. I want you to meet some of my friends, and there is this party where some of them will attend. What do you say love?”

I chewed on my cheek and looked at Tom with a gaze of insecurity. Tom read me like an open book and took my hands in his.

“My love, you have nothing to worry about! They will love you! I promise, and I will be there by your side”

“Okay, it’s just… I never been introduced to anyone’s friends before.”

Tom hugged me, and his eyes caught mine, he placed a small kiss on my lips, making me long for another

“It will be fine, I promise you.”

I let out a big sigh and smiled up at him and leaned in for another kiss. I guess I’m going to meet his friends... oh fuck!

“But what am I going to wear?” I said almost to myself, which made Tom laugh

“Ehehehe, I know whatever you pick you will look gorgeous”

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