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dambaepuff · 3 months

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STRAW-BEAR-IES

☆Pairing: BearHybrid!Namjoon x GN!Reader

☆Genre: hybrid au, fluff, one-shot, pg-13

☆Warnings: none!

☆Word count: 4.3k

☆Summary: You noticed the strawberries in your garden started going missing a few weeks ago, the bushes often being smushed as if something big stepped onto them. Slowly you start to find other parts of your large garden in disarray as well. Who might be this crop thief stealing from you?

☆A/N: Hi!! This is the first time I’ve ever posted onto this account, I hope you’ll like it. I’m thinking of making it a series potentially? Feel free to let me know your thoughts and suggestions and/or if you have any sort of criticism and tips. Also beware of the fact that I do not have a beta reader and English isn’t my first language so there might be some mistakes!!

You sigh as you step into your garden and close the gate. It seems as though someone payed it a visit again last night. The once beautiful green grapes you had growing were now gone, the vines torn down, the trellises bent in funky ways and all the leaves crumpled. You take off your gardening gloves and stuff them into your apron’s front pouch. Your bare hands softly touch the now ruined plant, trying to examine the damage and determine if it’s salvageable. With a huff you bend down and grab onto the plant’s support structure, making sure your footing is firm you get to work with lifting everything up and fixing it.

“Hm, I need the toolbox for this one.” You mumble to yourself, letting go of the structure and tumbling backwards a little. Set on repairing the trellis, you start walking towards the shed. With a pep in your step you start to whistle a random tune, stuffing your hands into your pockets and fishing around for the key to the shed. As you pull out the keys and start to fumble around with them, trying to spot the square silver key, you catch movement in the corner of your eye. At first you brush it off as wind rustling branches, but then you register a large brown lump moving around. Your head shoots up and you immediately freeze up. About ten meters away from you stands a large grizzly bear, sniffing around in the bushes on your property. With fear coursing through your veins, the sudden adrenaline makes your thoughts turn hazy. Starting to fumble with the keys faster you decide it’s best to hide in the shed till it leaves, however once the jingle of the metal clinking resumed the bear’s head rose. It’s black eyes landed directly onto you. Your hands shook and you dropped the keys, your panic starting to become more prominent.

Just as you thought the wild animal was going to pounce, it turned around and ran in the opposite direction as if it was the one scared to death. You halted all your movements in confusion, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Wiping the sweat that accumulated on your forehead you picked up the bundle of metal from the ground and finally found the right key. Quickly shutting the door, you let yourself slump against it. Thumping your head against the wood, you let out a sigh of relief.

After that day you were on edge for a little while, but it wasn’t long till you went back to your usual routine. One morning you had gathered all of the produce that was overly ripe into one large bucket. Now wanting it to go to waste you fed part of it to some of your animals and the rest you had left out in front of the garden in hopes of the thief taking from there instead of ruining all your hard work. You had been carving away at a small piece of wood whilst laying on your hammock when you heard rustling behind you. Slowly turning around you spotted the same brown bear eating away at the produce you had left in the bucket. Your heart started to pound in fear, not knowing what to do you laid back down and tried to be as still as possible, hoping that the beast would be gone soon. The munching noises you could faintly hear stopped at some point and everything went quiet. Tightly shutting your eyes you prayed it was going back to where it came from, but instead you heard heavy footsteps coming towards you. A tear brimmed your eye, your skin prickled with goosebumps and your blood pumped so hard you could hear it. Shallow breaths took over your body, each one of your muscles tensing. The footsteps stopped right beside you, a warm breath tickled your face. The animal let out a deep groan, curiously starting to sniff you. Unable to open your eyes from the terror you used sound and your imagination to be able to tell what the bear was doing. It’s sniffing stopped at your hands, it’s wet snout nudging your skin. You cracked one eye open and saw the large beast staring at the small wooden figurine you had been carving. It’s eyes held no hunger or malice, it looked interested and almost kind? Unsure if you were seeing right, you fully opened your eyes, gawking up at the creature. It looked down at you and then back at your hands, almost as if it was asking what you were doing.

“Uhm, this?” You asked, your voice coming out weak as you held up your creation. The bear grunted and nodded its head. “Oh it’s just a little figurine I was making, it’s supposed to be a dog.” You said wide eyed, to which the bear nodded. “You can… You can understand me?” You squeaked out. The bear nodded again and let out a small grunt. Your confusion only doubled, yet your interest was piqued. You set down the carving onto your stomach and reached out one of your hands, slowly bringing it up to the bears head. Hesitantly you set it down, the fur feeling softer than you’d imagine. Slowly, your hand started to stroke its head to which the beast let out a content grumble and leaned into your touch. Completely stunned, all you could do was continue petting it. The bear lowered its head and let it rest in your lap, the warmth emitting from it surprisingly comforting. The mammal’s big black eyes started to blink slower, its entire body seeming to relax. You however, still felt a bit on edge. It started to nudge your hand with its nose, ‘This is it, I’m going to lose a hand now!’ you thought, expecting to get bitten. However, to your surprise all it did was give your palm a few licks, as if thanking you. It stood back up with a grunt and started to make it’s way towards the wooded area on your property.

After that exchange you had started leaving fruit and leftovers from your dinner on your front porch each evening. Every morning you’d wake up to the food gone and a little gift left in its place. The presents varied from pretty rocks and flowers to money and shiny jewelry you assumed the creature stole from someone. Scraping the remnants of sauce into the container you hummed along to a song playing on the radio. With leftover pasta in one hand and an array of fruits in the other, you made your way to your front door. Pushing the handle down with your elbow and kicking to door open with your foot, you prepare to place the food down onto the steps. A familiar set of black eyes startle you, almost making you drop everything you were holding. “Oh! You scared me.” The bear huffed out something that sounded similar to a laugh. “I got you food. Sit down.” It obliged and plopped down with a grunt. “I got you strawberries, I know you like those.” You say as you place everything down and pick up a strawberry, throwing it towards the bear. It catches the berry mid air and happily chomps down on it. “Bon appetite.” You grin at it and make your way back inside. Sparing the beast one last glance through the window, you turn off all the lights and make your way to bed.

The bear started showing up for dinner early more often, letting you feed and pet it. Tonight was no different, you fed the creature, talked to it pretending it understood you and bid it farewell. Loud claps of thunder awoke you from your sleep, looking out of your window the rain was pouring down like no tomorrow, wind wildly throwing around leaves and jostling trees. Immediately your mind jumped to your furry friend. Without a second thought you got up from bed, quickly shuffling into your slippers and pulling on a robe. With hurried steps you made your way downstairs, looking out onto your front porch you saw the same lump of brown fur laying outside your door, finding shelter from the rain under the gable roof. For a moment you hesitated, what could you even do? Would it be absurd to let the wild animal into your home? It definitely would be. So, you unlocked your front door and opened it. A gust of wind immediately hit you in the face, carrying rain water with it. Not far from your house, a bolt of thunder struck the ground, echoing loudly and flashing before your eyes. The beast startled awake, looking around it shivered in fear. Trying to get it’s attention you yelled over the wind and thunder, flailing your arms around like an idiot. The ears on its head lightly perked up and it turned its head to face you. Large black eyes landed on your figure, watching as you beckoned it inside. Without a hint of uncertainty the creature got up and started walking towards you. Reaching around in the dark and running your hand along the wall, you found the light switch and turned it on. The second your friend entered the house you shut the door, sighing as the storm’s noises faded into a mere hum.

“Wait here.” You instructed and quickly made your may to the bathroom, taking two large towels and scurrying back to the entrance. Unfolding the fabric, you draped it over the bear and got to work with drying it off to the best of your abilities. When you got to its head, you became more gentle. Gingerly rubbing out the moisture from its ears and cheeks, you looked into its eyes. They held a warmth you couldn’t explain, a sort of gratitude no regular bear could express. Its large snout twitched and it blinked up at you slowly. “You’re such a cutie.” You said softly and wiped its forehead. It let out a grunt and looked away as if it were embarrassed. “Come, you can sleep on my rug.” You said and started making your way toward the living room. Heavy footsteps followed behind you, the old wooden floor of your house creaking underneath its weight. “Sleep here, just don’t break anything please.” You told the beast with a small smile and bid it goodnight.

Sounds of birds chirping and the soft howl of the wind woke you up. Sitting up in bed you yawned, stretching your arms out above your head and twisting your torso around to release tension. Your feet made contact with the cold floor of your bedroom, sluggishly getting up to open your window. You leaned outside and took in a big breath of fresh air, the smell of rain still present in the morning chill. The peaceful moment was cut short by loud clanking coming from downstairs followed by a thump. Startled, you quickly made your way towards the source of the noise. Expecting to find the bear you’ve come to know as your friend, you’re alarmed to see a fully grown man standing in your kitchen with all of your pots and pans spilled onto the ground. You quickly grab one of your kitchen knives and firmly hold it towards the intruder. “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?” You ask calmly. The man’s eyes widen and he puts his hands up. “Uhm uhh...” He mumbles, clearly taken aback. “I’m Namjoon.” He says and raises a brow, sounding more like a question than a statement. “How did you get in?” You question, tilting your head up and straightening your posture, trying your best to intimidate him. “You let me in last night.” His response takes you off guard, before you can reply to it his hand goes up to his head and he points at a pair of brow ears you hadn’t noticed before. That’s when it clicks. The large grizzly bear you had befriended wasn’t entirely a bear after all. Everything made sense now.

“Why did you steal from me?” The sentence flies out of your mouth before you can think about it. “Uhm, I was hungry.” The man replies, his ears drooping and his arms coming back down to his sides. You soften at his words knowing he never meant any harm. Putting the knife back you crouch down to pick up all the pots, he follows suit and the two of you quietly clean up. “So you say your name is Namjoon?” You asked as you began to gather ingredients for breakfast. “Yes.” He responded with a nod of his head. “I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to officially meet you.” You gave a small smile which he returned, adorable dimples appearing on his face. “Would you like some breakfast?” You asked as you rummaged around the kitchen. “Yes!” He responded eagerly to which you chuckled. After a beat of silence he spoke up again. “I’ve been thinking…” You let out a hum, encouraging him to continue. “You’ve kept me fed for so long now and I’ve done pretty much nothing in return. Let me help you with all your farm work to pay off my debt.” He said in a low voice. “You have no debt Namjoon.” You responded and looked at him over your shoulder. “However, a helping hand is always welcome here.” You started cracking eggs into a bowl. “Plus it would be nice to have someone around to talk to, y’know to keep me company.” You said as you started whisking the eggs. “You’ll let me stay?” He asked in disbelief, his voice full of hope. “I don’t see why not, you don’t look very weak and that’s certainly a plus.” You stated as you looked him up and down, giving a playful wink. His eyes winded a bit, but he didn’t comment on it.

After eating together you had decided to give him a proper tour of the property. He seemed particularly interested in your garden and your sculpting workshop. Once you showed him everything you began doing chores together, occasionally chatting and getting to know each other more. You had found out he was a stray hybrid, living on the streets for three years now. He had tried hitch hiking from one town to another about four months ago, when he suddenly got weird vibes from the truck driver he was traveling with. Not wanting to risk anything he ran away once they had pulled into a gas station, never looking back. After wandering through the woods for ages he came across the fence of your estate. At first he wasn’t going to cross it, scared someone would hunt him down and kill him if he entered private property. However, once he had smelled the pie you were baking his hunger got the better of him and he jumped the barrier. Realizing you were a stable source of food he continued to sneak around and eventually ended up here with you. Feeling grave pity for him you decided in that moment that it was your mission to help repair this man and give him the comfortable and fulfilling life he never got the chance to experience. He also told you about some of his friends who were stray hybrids as well, hoping to reunite with them one day. Apparently there were six of them, seven including Namjoon. They helped each other survive when no one else would.

After a long hard day of labor, the two of you came back to the farmhouse. You gave him some of your old oversized clothes and pointed him to your bathroom. He took his first proper shower in a while, enjoying using all of your different products and being pampered. Whilst he took care of his hygiene you got busy with making dinner. As you were grabbing all the ingredients you needed from the refrigerator, you noticed the vanilla tarts you had made the day before. Debating on serving them as dessert your eyes landed on the last couple of strawberries you managed to salvage from your garden, seemingly the bear’s favorite kind of berry to steal while you weren’t looking. Lighting up at the idea of combining the two foods for your friend to enjoy, you giddily got to work with dinner, the idea of surprising Namjoon lingering in your mind the entire time. Once he came out of the bathroom your eyes raked his form. Admiring how the large clothes fitted his frame and the way he did his best to dry his damp hair and ears with a towel. It only now dawned on you how handsome he was, this being the first time you truly took a moment to observe him since you initially saw his human form. His eyes caught yours, before you could get lost in their dark color you cleared your throat. “You hungry? I’m almost done with making dinner.” You asked and quickly started stirring the pot of sauce you were making. “I’m starving. Need any help?” He replied to which you instructed him to set the table.

The meal was fairly quiet, both of you lost in your own thoughts. When both of your plates were empty and your bellies almost entirely full, he was about to get up from the table. “Not so fast!” You said with a small smile. “I’m not going anywhere, I swear I was gonna help you clean up!” He replied briskly to which you laughed at him. He tilted his head in confusion, still thinking you were trying to scold him for bad manners. “There’s desert.” You said, your smile widening. His eyes lit up and his ears perked up. You could hear clothes shuffling, but he wasn’t moving an inch. That’s when you realized his tail small was wagging underneath his shirt. Trying to bite down your smile, you served the tarts on a plate with your strawberries. His nose moved as he sniffed the air, clearly eager for the treat. “What is it?” He asked in wonder, pointing at the baked good. “It’s a vanilla tart, try it.” You responded, handing him a fork. He eagerly dug in. Once he tasted it he started nodding his head vigorously, a close lipped smile spreading on his face. “You like it?” You asked. “Mhm!” He almost purred out, his taste buds not used to such delicate dishes. “Have a strawberry, I know you like those. Plus it goes well with the vanilla.” You picked up one of the red berries, thoughtlessly bringing it up to his lips. He shyly opened his jaws, holding eye contact as you inserted it into his mouth. His lips closed around it, faintly brushing your finger tips as you pulled your hand away. He slowly chewed, still looking at you. “Good?” You inquired, he leisurely swallowed. “So good.”

Namjoon had been living with you for a few months now. He had started stealing from your garden during last year’s spring and you let him into your home around summer time. It was now late January, your entire property covered in a blanket of crystal white snow. During this time of year you never have much work around the garden, more so focusing on taking care of all of your animals, letting yourself be consumed by reading and sculpting more often than not. “Namu, we’re running out of firewood, we should go chop up some more before it gets dark out.” You said as you poked around the fire you created in the fireplace, not realizing the nickname that slipped from your mouth. “Namu?” He questioned, testing it out on his tongue. “Hm, Namu. I like it.” He looked up in thought, lowering the book he was reading onto his lap. “Wait what was the question?” He suddenly sat up straighter, realizing you said something he didn’t quite comprehend. “I didn’t ask you a question, I said we needed to go get more firewood before it gets dark out.” You plopped down onto your butt from the crouch you were in a moment ago, chuckling at the bear hybrid. He watched you closely, playing with one of the pages of the open book sitting on his thigh. You leaned back on your palms and raised an eyebrow at him, awaiting his response. “Oh, yeah sure. You wanna go now or…?” He broke the eye contact, looking around at nothing in particular. “Yeah, let’s go.” You got up and dusted your hands off, walking up to where he was sitting on the sofa you extended an arm, helping him get up. The two of you got to work with preparing the firewood, Namjoon doing most of the heavy lifting. When you finished with it he turned into his bear form, stating that it’s easier to stay warm that way. He laid on his side on the floor, you leaning against him and petting his soft fur. It was to reserve heat you told yourselves, not being able to admit that the soft touches served as more than just a source of physical warmth.

One night you laid in your bed, covered in heaps of blankets trying to warm your body up, but it just wasn’t working. No matter how many layers of fabric you put onto your body you were still freezing. You crawled out of bed, shivering as the cold air in your room hit your whole body. Shuffling around in the dark for your slippers and robe, you hazily pulled them both on and made your way to the guest room down the hall. Lifting your fist up to the door you softly knocked, a sleepy grumble could be heard from the other side. Taking it as a sign to come in you pushed the door open. “Namu, I can’t sleep from the cold. Can I come sleep in your bed?” You quietly said into the darkness. The lump in the middle of the bed grumbled something, his arm extending and lifting the duvet he was under. You eagerly entered the room and took off your robe and slippers, shimmying into the bed. His arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you into his warm chest. Finally heating up, you let your body relax into his embrace, letting sleep take over.

Following that night it became a routine to share a bed, the excuse still being the need for warmth. Namjoon had especially grown accustomed to holding you in his sleep. So much so that one afternoon when you went to a nearby town to buy some necessities, he decided to take a nap. He couldn’t find a comfortable position if his life depended on it. Tossing and turning in his bed, he realized his arms felt too empty. He tried hugging one of his pillows, but it wasn’t enough. Huffing in annoyance he decided to go sleep in your bed, the thought of your scent enveloping him made his tail wag immediately. He walked over to your room, plopping down onto your bed and nestling into your sheets. Burying his head into your pillow he inhaled your scent, letting out a satisfied hum at the familiar smell. Though he partially found the comfort he was seeking he still wasn’t fully pleased. He laid in your bed for what felt like hours, missing the way your hands would gently play with his hair and scratch behind his ears. The moment he heard your car pull up into the driveway he shot up from bed, running down the stairs and almost tripping over himself. You entered the house with arms full of bags, setting them down to take off your shoes and jacket. He didn’t even give you a moment to register his presence, immediately enveloping you into an embrace and starting to scent at your neck. “Namjoon, that tickles!” You giggled as his nose brushed against your sensitive skin. Upon hearing your voice he only hugged you tighter. “You okay?” You asked, placing your hand atop his head, suddenly worried by his behavior. “Yeah, I just missed you.” He mumbled into your shoulder. “Was I really gone for that long?” You questioned as you pulled away, trying to get a proper look at his face. Realizing how clingy he was acting, he became embarrassed. He let go of you and awkwardly cleared his throat. “Uhh no.” He said, scratching the back of his neck and looking away. “You can come with next time.” You stated, sensing his shame. The small ears atop his head perked up, a lazy grin spreading on his face. “Yes please.” He responded, a light pink forming on his cheeks.

Eventually the two of you unpacked all of the things you bought. The second you were done Namjoon tugged at your sleeve. Wordlessly, you let him pull you along to wherever he wanted to go. He brought you to your bedroom, laying you down onto your bed. “Sleep.” He mumbled, nosing at your throat and laying down onto your chest. Your hand instinctively rose to his head, scratching at his scalp lightly. You felt a low rumble coming from Namjoon, at first you thought he was just clearing his throat, but then it hit you. “Namu are you purring?” You asked. “Yeah.” He simply responded. “I didn’t know bears could purr.” You chuckled, pleasantly surprised by the discovery. “It doesn’t happen often, but it is possible.” He muttered, nuzzling further into your skin. You grabbed one of his hands, intertwining your fingers together. Slowly you brought it up to your face, placing a gentle peck onto his knuckles. His purring abruptly stopped. “Is this okay?” You asked, your heart dropping at the prospect of making him uncomfortable. He didn’t reply verbally, only placing a soft kiss onto the bare skin of your collarbone, his purrs resuming twice as loud.

#bts x reader #kim namjoon #kim namjoon x reader #rm x reader #rm x you #rm x y/n #namjoon x reader #bts x gender neutral reader #hybrid #hybrid bts #hybrid au #bangtan x reader #bts fluff #bts fanfic

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mihiigonscepaternampeccavi · 8 months

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“Divus Crewel!~”

Scenario: Gn!reader pissed off at divus and sings Cruella de Vil.

Pronouns: you/I

“Professor Crewel hates me, I tell you!” I groan, exasperated, sitting down on my seat with a slump.

“I’m sure that’s not true, he’s just looking out for you!” Deuce reasoned, munching on cookies.

“As if! Headmaster Crowley is already making [ ]’s life a living hell! Professor Crewel’s just making it worse.” Ace snarked, looking up from his phone as he laid, sprawled on the couch.

“Ace, darling! You’ve given me a brilliant idea!” Turning to my piano and smiling at grim funnily.

“You’re not serious, are you?” Grim whined, “oh you know I am!” Giggling I pick Grim up and put him down on the rug.

“Whatcha doin, prefect?” He looked, curious and confused.

“Writing a song my dear Perdita!” giggling you turn to the piano, wondering.

“Perdita?” Deuce was clueless while Ace laughed loudly. “Prefect, you’re kidding!” He bawls, laughing.

“Oh shush, my darling Pongo!” I smiled, “Plus! My dear Perdita is the calmer one.” I grinned and started a tune as Ace’s mouth flew open.

“That’s mean, prefect! Also, what would grim be if we’re the dogs?” Ace grinned as Deuce was still confused.

“He’d be more than fit to be a dozen puppies. He eats much more than one puppy anyway!” Smirking, I continued my tune.

“Mrhah!!! No fair! I need cans of tuna for compensation!”

Smiling, I continued. “Divus Crewel… Divus Crewel! If he doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will…”

“LMAO PREFECT?!” Ace fell on the floor, in tears

“Ace, darling! That isn’t a flattering look!~” shaking I resumed, “to see him is to take a sudden chill… Divus, Divus Crewel! Hah!~” I glanced at Deuce, winking. His face getting hot as Ace kept laughing.

“The curl of his lips, the ice in his stare! All innocent students had better, beware!” You gave in and laughed, unbeknownst to you four, Dire had come with Divus to give you an order.

Their eyes shooting up as they heard you singing.

“He’s like a spider waiting for the ki-ill~” I dragged my fingers through the keys as the door opened without my knowledge. “Look out, for… Divus Crewel!”

I continued singing, not realising Ace had gone quiet and the doors had opened.

“At first you’d think Divus is the devil! Bap bada~ but after time has worn away the shock!!” Giggling I sang even louder.

“You’ve come to realise, you’ve seen his kind of eyes… watching you from underneath the rock!” I guffawed, still irritated with the professor.

“This vampire bat,” I rolled my eyes, as the two staffs’ eyes had bugged out and mouths were wide open. “This inhuman beast, he oughta be locked up and never released!”

“This school was such a wholesome place unti-il~ Divus, Divus Crewel! Haha!” Finally noticing the silence you look at Deuce and Ace.

“Why so quiet, Perdita, Pongo?” I smiled as I noticed their panicked eyes.

“Ahem… Ramshackle Prefect.”

“…kill me?”

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #crack fic #divus crewel #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst grim #gn!reader #x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #dire crowley #Spotify

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sgiandubh · 7 months

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Mordor says He returned only for Visa reasons. They did some math and understood that Sam had been there for almost 90 days, só It was time for a quick walk home.

Dear Visa Anon,

Which Mordor luminary came with this idea? The MENSA-level CRT Clique or Miss Marple, who thinks I know nothing (the Dimwit from Madrid is still learning how to spell, so I can't believe it's her)?

Regardless. These people should immediately stop watching Ninety-Day Fiancé on their cable network, following a severe overdose on Uzbek midgets and Egyptian gigolos 'looking for true love' stories.

Maybe they could also have checked their facts before solemnly stating bullshit, since they clearly think all the visitors to the wonderful U S of A are tourists and as such, entitled to a maximum 90-day stay at a time (and then a short hike to Tijuana or Canada and back on tracks: not EDI/GLA, FFS!).

Incidentally, may I remind these geniuses that S has been spotted only near EDI, which of course would mean for them he'd be getting his visa there. Unless...

Unless you know the US General Consulate in EDI does not issue any type of visas - LOL, idiots. And unless he'd need to be in LHR for the pre-appointed interview and then another 7 working days delay for processing and 1-3 working days for passport delivery by mail only (never in person, chickadees). Doesn't really click with timelines, Madam Expert.

Because they are all very intelligent, they also forgot everything about/never bothered to look for the new-ish ESTA system (https://www.handyvisas.com/esta-us-visa/british/), especially designed for Visa Waiver countries' citizens. So I insist: if traveling as a tourist, S does not need a visa to enter the US for up to 90 days - that is correct, but by no means applicable to S's reality. And if he knew he'd need to stay more than 90 days, he would have applied for a visa - mandatory - in London before the Summer of Sassenach tour.

But he is not traveling as a tourist and very probably not under another type of non-immigrant visa, simply because he has businesses there and he is also involved in the OL project with *** (d'oh!).

Let's unpack:

As per US current regulations, S cannot apply for a B-1 (business non immigrant visa). To understand why, kindly refer to the US Customs and Border Protection FAQ (https://www.cbp.gov/sites/default/files/documents/B-1%20permissible%20activities.pdf). I already munched it up for you:

He could only apply for a O-1 B immigration visa, for which his agent or employer should mandatorily petition the US Citizenship and Immigration Services. These are special visas designed for the individual who (...) has a demonstrated record of extraordinary achievement in the motion picture or television industry and has been recognized nationally or internationally for those achievements. This is very subjective and a contract with * should be enough - I was in a taxi when I received your ask and immediately checked with a friend from the US Consulate, to indulge you. And all this hassle just because a Tumblr Nobody has flatulent opinions, huh?

According to the USCIS's own regulations, not Dutch fantasy or Belfast sagas, the authorized period of stay and possibility of extension are as follows (https://www.uscis.gov/working-in-the-united-states/temporary-workers/o-1-visa-individuals-with-extraordinary-ability-or-achievement):

The good thing about getting this visa (and I think * sorted it out a long time ago for both of them) is that it helps tremendously with the Green Card procedures, something I bet the farm both S & C already have, by now.

So doing the maths was perfectly inane and useless.

Does that answer your question, clever Anon? Can I go back to the Quaich post I must finish (it will be VERY long, beware) today?

Thanks for asking and I am sorry for the length: this fandom being paranoid, I had to include all the tedious details. I hope we can put this idiocy to rest, now. Parochial twits.

#anon

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capybaraonabicycle · 18 days

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Omg I will of course leave the final fic choice up to you, but doesn't "True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)" sound like the perfect setup to a Twissy fic 👀

Thank you, love!

~1.5 k words, so much for "let me just write 5 sentences for you real quick". But it's, of course, because you are right, this prompt was made for twissy 🥰

I have not actually read this again, so beware. But here you go :)

[ID: gif of Missy's face in close up, smiling down like she is pitying someone mockingly. end ID]

“Can't you move a bit faster?”

If silly little companion pulled on her sleeve any more roughly, he was going to lose that new hand of his. Or maybe his nose, she wasn't really picky. The nose might taste better, Missy mused. She was quite sure it was the original one and not some cyborg-technology the Doctor had partly scavenged, partly cooked up himself. But that reasoning implied she had paid attention to the egg-head's babblings and she had a general policy never to do that.

It was lucky, comic relief had paid closer attention to her, however, because she didn't even need to voice her threat. Breathing out her nose audibly and baring her teeth sufficed easily and he squeaked, jumped, dropped her hand and hurried on a few inches further away from her.

“I am a time lady, snickerdoodle” she drawled, making a point of walking a tad more measuredly instead of hurrying up. “I always walk at the exact right speed.”

The Doctor's snack had the audacity to huff but he wisely chose not to talk back.

“It- it is just” he stuttered instead, “the Doctor, he is -”

“-dying?” she finished, already bored. “That's his usual Thursday, pup.”

“He asked for you!” the idiot-in-training blurted out and despite herself, Missy stopped and blinked.

“He did?” Now that were exciting news for a change. A bright smile grew on her face, simultaneously with the rising panic in plucky assistant's eyes.

“He said you could save him” he whispered, somehow managing to have his voice creak when he wasn't even properly using it.

“He did?” Missy repeated and by now her smile was positively giddy. Eggy started whimpering softly.

Missy didn't give him time to gather his bearings, instead grabbing his arm forcefully in turn, making him jump again. She brought her face close to his for good measure, revelling at the terror in his expression.

“Why. Didn't. You. Say. So. Immediately?” she asked, her voice stuck on the same note throughout the words, too high, too cheerful to be anything but disconcerting. “Hurry up, pet: I've got a day to save!”

He shuddered away from her and picked up the pace again, not looking back. But this time she was right there with him, excitement surging through her veins. The Doctor was in actual danger, helpless, pathetic and he had asked for her. Because he loved her. Because he needed her. And – most importantly – she would get to gloat. Once she had saved him. Which she obviously would. No matter what idiotic thing he had done, her silly sausage, she would get him up and running in no-time. She was his best friend, after all. His very best friend.

They reached the Doctor's office only a few minutes later, and Missy immediately noticed how serious the situation was. The psychic waves coming from him were all over the place – and not in the fun, chaotic way they usually were – they usually were a lot subtler as well, some things he had learnt in his thousand years of spacetravel – they were hurtful almost, full of pain and distress. She knew he was lying on the ground before she saw him, knew he was still conscious, too, even though his other little munch was convinced of the opposite. Missy paid her little mind how she was sitting on the floor with him, crying and mumbling affirmations. She only got in the way, really, with the way she was cradling the Doctor's head in her lap, she couldn't help him after all.

“I am here, oh, apple of my eye” Missy exclaimed dramatically, dropping to the floor at his side with great flourish.

“I don't, I don't think, he can hear you” girl-companion hiccuped through her tears, but Missy waved her interjection away.

“Of course he can, silly-billy” she huffed, reaching for the Doctor's hand that had come to lie on his stomach. She pressed it to her chest, holding on tightly.

“I am here” she whispered. “Tell me, Doctor, what do you need?”

Oh, she liked playing the hero. Being the one who held the Doctor's life in their hands. Being the one everyone looked at with those worshippy, wide eyes. She thought, right now, she could fathom why he had gotten addicted to it.

“We think he got cursed” supplementary fuss said behind her back. “We were on Tigella, and there was this sceptre. The Doctor touched -”

The last of the words died in his throat when Missy whirled around to him.

“Do you know what you're talking about?” she asked sweetly, but didn't give him a chance to answer. “No, you don't. So shut up before I change my mind and make a nice soup out of the three of you instead of helping. - okay?”

She fluttered her eyelids to emphasize the point and his mouth snapped shot, his jaw tightening.

“Thank you, much appreciated.” Missy turned towards the Doctor again, nearing her ear to his mouth. “Doctor, what do you need?”

“I need -” he rasped and french-fries-friendywend gasped when she heard him speak, almost making Missy miss his next words. Did these bumbling humans ever learn? “- a kiss. From – my worst enemy.”

“Awww” Missy bit her lip, drawing back. He needed his arch-enemy! And he had thought of her. “How very touching! I am so honoured, I am not even gonna bargain.”

He didn't answer or open his eyes, but there was a pleased twitch around his mouth that made her press his hand.

“I have to say though, Doctor,” she purred, leaning in again, “if you wanted for me to kiss you, there would have been easier ways to ask than going through the trouble of getting cursed.”

Now he snorted and measured by the state he was in, this tiny bit of banter was the greatest love confessions out of all the ones he had bestowed upon her today already.

“Come on, now - “ he coughed, “Missy. You would – have never – been content with – any – thing less – elaborate.”

“True” she smirked. She was hovering right above him now. “And I appreciate the effort, darling.”

His lips moved, searching hers, and she waited just another second, savouring the moment. Then human-thingy coughed pointedly and she drew it out yet another second, simply to antagonise her. But his breath was getting visibly shallower and there was a slight tremble in his hand. Plus, his lips looked chapped like burnt Earth and just as inviting. So, finally, she led their mouths together, her hand slipping across the extra's leg to support his head.

The moment their lips touched, it was like the life flooded back into him, his mouth's movement becoming more purposeful and his tongue meeting hers cordially when she slipped it past his teeth. His free hand even twitched, like he was trying to grasp her frock.

Of their own accord, Missy's eyes closed and for a moment she lost herself in the feeling of their lips meeting, the familiar taste of his tongue, the desperate way his breath fanned her chin and cheek, reminiscent of many breathless nights spent together, oh so long ago.

But then, his movement slowed, a distressed sound escaping his throat. Before Missy could decide whether to draw back – finally killing the Doctor by kissing him to death would have been an end she could have deemed worthy of their friendship – a rough hand was on her shoulder, pulling her away from him. She hissed and whirled around, biting hard into the offending limp. So, the sniveller had decided he didn't need this body part, after all, it seemed.

He cried out, pulling his hand away from her mouth with a pathetic whine. Missy spat out some blood and fake skin with a huff. It tasted as horribly as she had expected.

“What did you do that for?” he sobbed.

“Don't touch me, crybaby” she huffed, turning back around to the Doctor.

He was still lying motionless, if possible even paler now.

“Why didn't this work?” his pillow croaked, close to tears again. Missy drew her eyebrows together in agreement. Indeed. Why hadn't it? It should have worked, she had been supposed to save the day!

For some reason, the Doctor was smiling. Mind, it was barely visible, frail as he was, but Missy could read his face like a book in every incarnation and that so was his satisfied smile.

“Seems like,” he mumbled, “we aren't – strictly – enemies anymore, love.”

“Of course, we are, don't be stupid” she pressed out. Only now she noticed how desperately she was clutching his hand, it was almost like she was trying to imitate spare-parts over at the door who was licking his own injured paw.

“Don't smile” she told the Doctor off, and she was sounding more serious than she had any right to be. “You are dying and I am your enemy. You don't get to smile at that.”

She was sure, if he had had any strength left, his smile would have grown now.

“I am – sorry, Missy” he breathed instead, “but I must – ask you – to fetch – Da – Davros.”

Missy felt her mouth drop open in shock and humiliation. Davros? Fucking Davros got to save her Doctor??

This was rock bottom.

Thank you for reading, I hope it is about what you envisioned <3

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cookiesupplier · 6 months

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Hell Ain't So Bad - Part Three

pairing: Noah Sebastian x ofc (Ellie)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, smut (eventually), angst, fluff, mentions of death, mentions of torture, thoughts of religious ideology, and swearing.

summary: Ellie is lost in the world. When the perfect opportunity falls into her lap, she doesn’t want to pass it up.. Turns out though, it might be a little bit stranger than she ever expected. Who would have thought that one day, she’d end up working in hell itself.. And what does this even mean?

author’s note: Unbetaed, readers beware.. my messages and asks are always open.

tags: @spicywhenspeaking Tags are opens for those interested.

Sleeping in the empty room of the agency offices was weird, mostly because she would have assumed that so many people would come in and out of a place like this, that why would they have such an empty room. Ellie had never been to an agency that had seemed so quiet like this before, and she wasn’t just talking at the damn crack of dawn when she was startled awake.

It took her a moment to realise why she woke up before she was uncurling her body from the lounge chair in the room that Steven had left her in last night along with some leftover sandwiches for dinner.

She wandered out to the foyer to find another man entirely, and he had a bright grin on his face,

“Oh, hello! You must be Ellie, the new recruit, sorry if I woke you, I’m a bit early but thought you could use something for breakfast before we head out.”

So he was here for her. That got her attention. Rubbing her eyes, she took a better look at him, he was clearly a bundle of energy, already almost bounding on the balls of his feet this early in the morning, a tray of coffees in one hand and a paper bag in the other,

“Come, let's eat.”

Shrugging one of his shoulders towards the chaired area for them to sit down.. She glanced back to the room she’d come from, before moving to follow him. It was just a small space. A couple chairs, a small table with a magazine that looked to be half falling apart. He set the tray and bag on the table over the magazine and took a couple of wraps out of the bag for them.

“Breakfast wraps, hope you don’t mind, how’d you sleep by the way? Those chairs can be a bit lumpy from what I remember.”

This guy was all smiles and such a bundle of energy.

“Oh-”

As she adjusted in the chair in the waiting area, this was actually more uncomfortable to her, and he asked her how she slept, Ellie realized then, that, well, she had slept, all night, she hadn’t woken up once, not to cough, not to wheeze, nothing. It had been a dream. Her chest didn’t feel heavy at all, that tea had done wonders. She really needed to ask Nicholas about that remedy of his mother’s. Would he really give her more?

Now though, she reached for her wrap, her stomach grumbling, it had been a long time since she’d gotten regular meals, if she wasn’t careful, her body would get used to it again.

“I ah, I slept fine, um…”

“Shit- I’m Folio.. Well, Nick, but considering you just met Nicholas, everyone just calls me Folio, less confusing.”

Nodding as he quickly took a bite of his own wrap and Ellie smiled, thankful for the explanation, not that she expected to see much more of Nicholas- wasn’t like the agency was the company she’d been hired for, right? However, if he wanted to be called Folio, then who was she to argue with him.

Biting into her breakfast wrap, fuck, she forgot how good real food could be. Th sandwiches were great and all, but this, however, bacon and eggs, was greasy goodness wrapped in a tortilla and, the way her stomach twisted a little, it had been so long without a full decent mean, she wondered if she wasn’t going to pay painfully for how well she was being fed.

At that thought, she also wondered if this food was going to come at a cost. Her eyes darted to the man who was munching happily on his own food without a care in the world, another voice cutting in, and it was Nicholas, just whom she’d been thinking she wouldn’t see again, coming out of nowhere, from the offices in the building.

“Don’t worry, he doesn’t want anything for it.”

It was almost as if he could tell what she was thinking, like it was written all over her face. What was he, a mind reader?

“Not a mind reader, just met more than a few people in your position, it’s alright.”

Sure.. not a mind reader, he just answers the question without being asked, that was really convincing Mr Ruffilo.

The answering amused chuckle didn’t help convince her one little bit when she took another bite of her breakfast burrito as she watched him walk across the foyer towards where they were seated and reach into the paper bag and pulled out another wrap along with lifting one of the coffees from the tray.

When he turned to go, he just just smiled softly to her,

“Good luck settling in Ellie, I’m sure Folio will get you there safe and sound. I’ll see you around.”

With a wink he disappeared back into the hall that led back to his office. That was.. curious.

Reaching for her own coffee, she was pulled from her thoughts about what was up with that man by Folio beside her,

“Maddening isn’t he? Anyway, he’s right, we’re good, technically I used his card to pay for it anyway-”

"I heard that!”

Ellie couldn’t barely manage not to choke on a mouthful of coffee at the frustrated shout that sounded from the offices when she tried not to laugh. Folio, however, did nothing short of roaring with laughter including the brightest grin on his face when he grabbed the tray from the table and what was left of the bag of their breakfast,

“Come on, let's blow this joint before he comes out and breathing fire and brimstone to scalp me.”

Not that he looked remotely worried about it at all despite his words, still, he ushered her out of the building towards the car they were taking on the way. It was fancy, not that she could tell you anything about the make, but definitely nothing she could ever afford in her life.. Then again, when had she been able to afford a car of any kind, ever. It looked all fancy, like when a rich person hires a driver to take them everywhere.

Was she supposed to sit in the back? Glancing between the doors as she shoved the last of her wrap into her mouth, not wanting to get any food anywhere inside a car like this, Folio was reaching for the drivers door though and scoffed before she looked to the back,

“Don’t you dare, Ellie, I need someone to talk to, I’ll go out of my mind sitting up the front alone.”

When she looked to him strangely, he set the coffee and food in side the car and rushed around the car, only as fast as his ball of energy hyped up on caffeine could, opening the other front door for her.

“Come onnnn, I know drivers usually kick peeps to the back, but come on, where’s the fun in that?”

Raising an eyebrow at him as she looked to him curious, he certainly was very hyper.

“How many coffees have you had this morning?”

Snorting, grinning at her cheekily as he answered.

“Just the one.”

Could have fooled her, who was this vibrant this early?

Ellie was convinced, Folio might just be able to talk underwater. They talked about everything on the drive, from music, to movies, to hobbies. His voice was actually soothing, soft spoken, but he had this energy about him, like a puppy that never stopped. Full of raw energy.

After they stopped for lunch at a diner, she couldn’t quite remember for the life of her where, Folio was doing a fantastic job of keeping her distracted of where they were on the road as they drove for hours, she found herself drifting off. It was just a bit of a nap. She swore it.

She closed her eyes. That was all.

Next thing she knew, she was jolting awake, and they were no longer driving, Folio was knocking on the window before opening her door.

“Come on, sleepy head, we’re here!”

It took her a moment, Ellie blinking herself awake, not surprising with how little sleep she’d been getting with how long she’d been sleeping on the streets, and even longer, jumping from place to place, stressing out trying to make ends meet before everything finally fell completely apart.

Somehow, that all ended today. At least for now, while she worked for this company. It was funny, she didn’t even know their name yet, or where she was

“Hey, Folio, where are we anyway?”

“Oh, oh, you mean Nicholas didn’t tell you?”

There was something about his amused little chuckle then, like he knew something she didn’t,

“Ellie, WELCOME TO HELL!”

What. The. Fuck.

Looking from Folio to the large cast iron gates that he was walking towards. The gates that seemed to be, wait…

She glanced around… the only way…

The space the car was parked in looked like a car park, for exactly one space, and stepping away from it, the further she walked, the car seemed to vanish, like now that it wasn’t needed, it was just, gone

What was happening?

Glancing back to the gate, with Folio standing in front of them, his bright grin on his face as he looked to her, waiting, waving her over,

“Cool huh? Come on, I’m sure your apartment is all ready for you and everything!”

As she walked towards the gates, glancing back towards the car once more, the car, the road behind them, all of it was almost completely gone..

Spinning around to stare at Folio, what the he- Shit. Shit shit shit.

Her steps quickened as she approached the gate, the cast irons bars opened on their own as they approached, creaking, as if they were old, ancient, it was creepy, menacing, and fuck, that was just-

Her thoughts disturbed by Folio chuckling again… she looked over at him before he waved towards the gate.

“Sorry sorry.”

Soon as he waved, the gate stopped making the noise and was perfectly silent and normal as it closed, the world beyond the gate looking normal once more, though, completely non-descript, like a long highway to nowhere.

“Where are we Folio, really?”

“I told you, we’re in Hell, let’s go.”

Ellie was in a state of shock, she had to be, what else could she be? Folio was still chattering away about the look on her face when he walked her up to an apartment building with yet another heavily tattooed man waiting for her out front.

Not that she was complaining, they were hot. It was almost a disappointment she probably wasn’t going to see Nicholas again. Despite what he’d said to her that morning… Would she see him again? The way Folio spoke of him too, they seemed to be well acquainted, it was interesting.

A lot of this didn’t entirely add up.

Maybe it would start making sense soon.

She’d consider asking Folio, but after the tricks at the gate, and the HELL stuff, she wasn’t sure he’d be straight with her.

Maybe this guy would be.

Now. Ellie didn’t know what expression was on her face when they approached him but he took one look at her and immediately an exasperated sigh escaped him as he glanced to the other man,

“Really, Folio? You break the new recruit on her first day?! She hasn’t even moved in you Rövhatt.”

Shaking his head, he glanced at her, Ellie looking at him, trying to get a feel for him, while like Nicholas he had long hair, his was flowing down around his shoulder instead of being tied back, and he had a bit of an accent to his words, she wasn’t quite sure she could place it yet.

“You alright, Sweetheart? He didn’t scare you, did he? I know he’s a bit of a handful sometimes, but he’s a puppy dog, really, doesn’t bite a lick.”

Levelling a half-hearted glare at Folio with a smirk,

“Shoo!”

And with that, the shorter man laughed, nudging Ellie slightly with his elbow,

“It was great meeting you, don’t be a stranger, us mortals gotta stick together around here!”

With that, and a playful wave of his hands like he was playing the drums and he’s just made the funniest joke in the world, earning an eye roll from the other man, and off he went.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

#bad omens #noah sebastian #fanfiction #demon noah #bad omens cult #noah sebastian x ofc #original female character #ofc #nicholas ruffilo #nick folio #nick ruffilo #slow burn #hell au #bad omens band #bad omens au #alternate universe

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stretchyyonko · 6 months

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❗LAWLU❗

- Just my imagination of lawlu since I found them cute 😭💗

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- jealous luffy(?)

- idk I just randomly thought of this 😭

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After defeating kaido a grand party was held by the people of wano for those who gathered up to help defeat the rests of the beasts pirates and of course big mom.

There trafalgar law just enjoying the party by sitting and watching in the corner when suddenly women and men began surrounding him asking him random questions like, "How did you defeated big mom?" "Can you introduce us your crew?" Or either offering drinks on his mug as he doesn't mind the ladies sitting beside him and just casually answering their questions one by one.

Meanwhile luffy who was just also having fun in the said party holding the usual food in his hand and shouting "SO GOODD!" and kept munching more, not until nico robin tapped his shoulder amd sat beside him.

"Erwh? Rwobiwn? Whawt'ws twhe mwahtter? ( Erh? Robin? What's the matter? ) He asked while he kept munching food on his mouth.

"Are you okay with your ally being surrounded like that?" She said emphasizing the word ally as she pointed using her index finger to where law was being surrounded with people very close to him specially the random woman who tried flirting with him like she was his but it wasn't.

Luffy gulped the food first as he stopped eating as he processed first what was that he saw and went silent for a while and he lowered the meat he was holding and began havig questions on his head.

"Who's that girl?"

"Hmm? You mean the woman beside law? I remember her she was in the court house where I performed as a geisha before and she's an attention seeker...beware of her antics she might get him too luffy"

"...."

Luffy went staring back again where law was at and saw that he was happily talking with the woman nico robin just describe with and his heart felt weird after seeing him happy by just talking with her.

Due to this luffy stood up from his seat still holding a meat on his hand as he left on the pavillion to go back to the docks as he kept thinkig what that woman have that he does not to the point where law was happily talking to her.

He was always like that too to him.

He was always smiling sweetly to him everytime they meet.

He always gives him the warmest and tightest hugs.

He always tease him by chasing him with bread.

Then what was he lacking then?

He didn't realize tears are already falling from his eyes when he felt his chest hurt and even stopped eating his favorite food.

He then thought what if he also do what that woman was doing with law in front of law himself....he just need someone he can associate with it..

"HUUUH? YOU WANT ME TO GO ALONG WITH THIS STUPID SHI* OF YOURS MUGIWARA?"

There Eustass kid shouted ay him as he enjoys having party in peace with his crew and other people

"Tch...Just a request you loser it wasn't that hard to pretend like that" luffy clicked his tounge at him since he won't go along with his plan.

"HAH?! WHO YOU CALLING LOSER YOU ASSHOLE?"

"ITS YOU ASSHOLE CAN'T EVEN HIT KAIDO WITH THAT METAL ARM OF YOURS"

"EXCUSE ME?!"

"YEAH THAT'S RIGHT, I BET YOU CAN'T DEFEAT ME IN A BATTLE SHISHISHI"

"YOU ASSHOLE COME LET'S HAVE A BATTLE RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW THEN"

Their argument seemed to caught half of the attention and they began laughing at their childish antics as the two was about to get ready to fight each other.

So they fought like little children hitting each other not until ussop who was just enjoying the scene decided to throw a banana for them to slip on the floor and eustass fell on top of luffy.

Let's just say eustass kid went questioning his sexuality there for a moment.

"MUGIWARA-YA"

The two were stopped when they both heared Law interferring their fight and was about to yell back at him when law sent a death glare at eustass kid

"Hit him and i'll be having your heart in a second" he threaten him with his usual pose where his thumb, his index finger and middle finger in place.

"Ahahaha okay now stop stop this should be a happy feast not the three of you getting worked up in a fight" nami interferred as killer took eustass back to their seat as law faced luffy looking down at him like he was about to commit murder.

"Ahahaha t-torao?" Luffy asked and in one scoop he was on law's shoulders.

"T-TORAO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? PUT ME DOWN! OI! ANYONE HELP"

"We pray for luffy to walk properly tomorrow"

"OI TORAO! DON'T BE TOO HARSH TO OUR CAPTAIN OR ELSE I'LL CUT YOU!"

Even the strawhats are supporting the said newly found relationship.

"YOU GUYS ARE WORSEEEE!!!!" luffy shouted as the strawhats just chuckled and continued partying as law bring luffy to the thousand sunny and sat luffy on his lap.

"You have 60 seconds to explain why are you suddenly under that eustass loser" law said as he went gripping luffy's hips.

"W-Wait torao i was just having a rematch fight with him and we both slipped in two banana peels i don't know who throwed that there!"

"Mmm okay you're forgiven..."

Law began leaving light kisses on luffy's neck as luffy let out whimpers in his lips but was stopped when luffy pushed him away gently.

"Why are you here making me explain where you're the one who needs explaining?"

"What will I explain to you?"

"Well you're clearly flirting with a woman back there and you are clearly enjoying it."

"What woman? That was a man just like that fella who name kiku"

There luffy went silent as he was being jealous in a childish way plus does robin told her earlier was a lie too?

Law smirked and went back on giving light kisses on his neck when luffy pulled him away again and he became irritated that he grabbed his head and tilted it sidewards and gave him a bite.

"It seemed that my plan along with robin to make you jealous is effective then" law smirked as he scoffed and gave luffy kisses in his face.

The next morning luffy was fussing out on robin for lying to him just to make him jealous now knowing that the woman beside law was really a man.

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SORRY FOR THE BAD GRAMMAR AND CONFUSING PLOT 😭

#lawlu #one piece lawlu #trafalgar law x luffy #jealous luffy #one piece #oneshot #jealous law

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sweetface-the-dollbaby · 9 months

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I told chatgpt to write me a funny skit in the style of Danny Gonzales Drew Gooden and Kurtis Conner and this is what the cursed robot spit out at me 💀

Title: "Tech Support Nightmare"

Characters:

Dave (Played by Danny Gonzales)

Greg (Played by Drew Gooden)

Steve (Played by Kurtis Conner)

Linda (Voiceover, Customer)

[The scene starts with Dave, Greg, and Steve sitting at a table, each with a laptop in front of them. They're wearing matching "Tech Support Squad" t-shirts.]

Dave: (Excitedly) Alright, guys! It's time for another thrilling episode of "Tech Support Nightmare"! I'm Dave, the tech-savvy hero of this story.

Greg: (With faux enthusiasm) I'm Greg, the reluctant tech guy who just wants to watch cat videos.

Steve: (With a smirk) And I'm Steve, the guy who's only here because they promised free snacks.

[They all chuckle and high-five each other.]

Dave: (Looking at his laptop) Okay, team, we've got a mission from Linda. She's got a computer problem that needs our expertise.

Greg: (Rolling his eyes) Seriously, can't Linda just Google it? I'm sure there's a YouTube tutorial for this.

Steve: (Munching on a snack) Yeah, and I'm sure they won't be able to hear her frustration through the screen.

Dave: (Ignoring them) Alright, let's see what Linda's got going on. (Reading from the screen) "Help! My computer screen is upside down, and I can't figure out how to fix it!"

Greg: (Sarcastically) Oh no, the world is ending!

Steve: (Chuckles) The great upside-down screen catastrophe of 2023.

Dave: (Grinning) Alright, guys, let's put our skills to the test and save Linda's day! First things first, have you guys ever seen an upside-down screen?

Greg: (Looks at his laptop upside down) Whoa, dude, everything's like, totally flipped.

Steve: (Laughs) It's like a bizarro world in there.

Dave: (Serious face) Alright, I've got an idea. Greg, try rotating your laptop.

[Greg picks up his laptop and turns it around.]

Greg: (Excitedly) Hey, it worked! Now everything's right-side up again!

Steve: (Looks at Dave) Genius at work, I tell ya.

Dave: (Proudly) That's right, folks. Tech issues beware, for we are the Tech Support Squad!

[They all strike dramatic poses.]

Greg: (Grinning) So, are we done here?

Dave: (Checking the laptop) Just one last thing... (Types on the keyboard) I'm sending Linda an email with a step-by-step guide to fixing an upside-down screen. Our job here is done!

Steve: (Raising his snack) To another successful mission!

[They clink their snacks together and freeze in a celebratory pose as cheesy victory music plays in the background.]

Narrator: And so, the Tech Support Squad saves the day once again, one computer issue at a time. Will they ever face a problem they can't solve? Probably not. But they'll definitely make you laugh along the way.

[The scene fades out with triumphant music, leaving the trio striking poses and laughing.]

[End of skit.]

#oh my god this is horrible #danny gonzalez #drew gooden #kurtis conner #chatgpt #i hate this so much 💀

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azeutreciathewicked · 4 months

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Congratulations! You are the winner of an all-expenses paid fanfic voyage where you get to savor a series of incredibly hot, smutty, and oh so very sacrilegious threesomes with our favorite bastard Angel and totally-not-nice slinky-hipped Demon.

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In the first two chapters, “Negotiation” (Ch. 1) and “The Munch,” (Ch. 2) we will establish our characters and their goals for this naughty but sex positive journey, including boundaries, safe words, and negotiations as our ineffable duo learn: “sex, how do?”

Next stop will be some lovely “getting to know you” action with intense making out, wandering hands, a human sandwich, and some naughty bits coming out to play in the second half on “The Couch” (Ch. 3).

After that, we’ll turn up the heat in “Exposed” (Ch. 4) with clothes coming off, penetration, and other vanilla-plus intimate hijinks, with some cum licking and a celebratory spitroast at the end.

We’ll take a quick rest stop at “Interlude” (Ch. 5) to recover from these exertions, plus add some very clear foreshadowing about what is to come so you may say the safeword (“Vavoom”) and go straight to “Aftercare” (Ch. 7) if you’ve had enough. Beware your voice mail – Aziraphale is getting the hang of leaving scandalous messages for you during work hours!

“Driven” (Ch. 6), our final extra long* leg(?) through Smut Town will be a busy medley of BDSM (minus the crushing humiliation, flogging, and inflicted pain you may associate with that acronym), complicated relationship dynamics, a bit of obsession and possessiveness, sex addiction, a bratty sub, some fun little toys, a whole lotta sexy talk, spanking, angel wall sex, double penetration and triple penetration.

Treat yourself to a provocative and hypnotizing oral delivery by our very own fledgling Gentle Dom Aziraphale who pumps out as much praise as you can lap up, as long as you are well-behaved. Otherwise, there will be some very stern chastisement and light verbal humiliation for both you and Crowley, as you are partners in the crime of being too damn horny for your own good (“you couldn’t behave yourselves for one elevator ride!”). You might just want to keep misbehaving to get a longer scolding…

But is everything as it seems? Things will get quite kinky, a bit weird, maybe even a little eldritch this time, but still very much consensual and sex-positive.

*Note: This chapter doubled the length of this fic. And it’s mostly Aziraphale’s dirty, dirty mouth running without anyone to stop him because he put himself in charge. Not that anyone’s into that… right?

We ask that you stay in your seats until the ride has come to a complete stop at the stations of “Aftercare” (Ch. 7) and “Primum non nocere” (Ch. 8) to see if it can make sense in the end. The author will not be held responsible for any lingering angst inflicted on our demon and angel; our liability insurance only covers you, the reader, and you will be perfectly safe… trust us!

Don’t be intimidated by the size of this monster – it goes down smooth if you relax and let it take you. Please have a pleasurable and stimulating journey!

Content tags for entire work: (mostly in Ch. 6 - Driven)

2nd person perspective, MFM threesome, consent established prior, safe words, adult language, crude language, sexy words, scent fetish, taste fetish, cum play, spanking, light humiliation, small toys, vibrators, sexy phone talk / texting, power trip, control, power imbalance, relationship imbalance, psychological spiral, punishment, BDSM (lite), anal, self-destructive behavior, soft/gentle dom, possibility of manipulation?, mirror sex, a touch of eldritch/uncanny, double penetration, triple penetration, oral sex, sex positivity, turbo virgins

Ready to start your voyage? Excellent Read "The Nephilim Loophole" Update 18JAN2024: Stay tuned for two more installments to make this a trilogy! There will be smut, but there will also be angelic lore, character development, and heavy plot by the end.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #ineffable smut war #scribblers of soho #good omens smut #angel wall sex #The Nephilim Loophole

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snowleopardcrk · 6 months

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Goofy loaf

Dragons Heart AU go brrrrr

Pls do not disturb the bab, she is waking up in the Vanilla Castle after the battle of beast yeast a week ago (she will munch on your hand if you touch her). Beware ;o;

(I found the OG image while scrolling through cat memes)

Pure Vanilla Cookie: It's still difficult to wrap my head around them. They went from this dragon almost as big as Pitaya, to this little loaf-sized dragon...

Willow Bark Cookie: I see... But, remember what I told you. Even baby dragon teeth deal a lot of damage to dough. They're calling out for their mother if they emit a rapid succession of high-pitched chirping noises. A low rumble is a warning to stay away. I hope you're able to gain their trust.

Pure Vanilla Cookie: I understand, thank you for all of your help with them.

Willow Bark Cookie: No problem, I'm happy to assist.

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #cookie run oc #crk #crk au #cookie run au #au #moonflower crk #dragons heart au #moonflower cookie #pure vanilla cookie #pure vanilla crk

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pirxtefairy · 4 months

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ZARINA ZARATE - - - - - *.⊹₊‧

"two parts sunflower seed & a dash of moonflower."

GENERAL –

full name: zarina zarate.

nicknames: z.

age: twenty-eight.

gender: cis female.

species: fairy.

eye color: hazel.

hair color: brown.

height: five feet, three inches.

date of birth: october twenty-seventh .

occupation: peddler.

positive traits: passionate. clever. resourceful. curious. adventurous. creative.

negative traits: sneaky. distrusting. reckless. feisty. self-serving. thievish. crafty.

HEADCANONS –

Zarina’s pixie dust alchemy has combined with human chemistry upon getting trapped in Evermore. What she’s been focused on as of late is trying to find a way to create more pixie dust, whether synthetic or pure. Maybe even blue pixie dust! She only has so much left of her supply from Pixie Hollow… but she’ll be damned to let her passion trickle out when she’s come so far.

Most fairies have their reservations of the ocean to some degree, other large bodies of water included. Zarina wasn’t any different. Wet wings made for a downed fairy, and in extreme conditions the loss of their wings entirely. But of course, Zarina being Zarina, she had her curiosities about the sea. She daydreamed about what all could be dwelling in such intense, expanse oceans and trenches. Mermaids. Monsters. Magic? Maybe. Eventually the water grew on her after running away from Pixie Hollow and spending so much time on ships and boats. Now she seeks it out when in need of peace or inspiration.

Zarina has always been very independent and more than comfortable with her own company. However, her severe trust issues and growing loneliness are at a constant war inside her mind. Not to mention that she’s always in survival mode. The other fairies seem to have grown accustomed to Evermore, getting cozy and building a life. Zarina doesn’t really have that luxury. Stealing things just to get by typically burns bridges before she can build them. She’s learned to keep her talents to herself since people have only ever used her or thrown her to the curb because of them.

Did you know crows bring “gifts” to people who share morsels of food and kindness with them? Zarina does. Crows are misunderstood creatures, just like her. They’re also probably the purest friends she currently has. Zarina regularly feeds the crows that loiter outside of her very small apartment. Occasionally they bring her gifts. “little treasures” as she prefers to call them. Dropped coins, lost earrings, small pebbles, etc. She keeps the more interesting items in a little box under her bed. One time a crow even brought her a one-hundred dollar bill… that was a really good week for her.

Zarina often adds little braids into her hard-to-tame lion’s mane. Sometimes she even weaves in little feathers, charms, hair cuffs or whatever else catches her fancy. Scarves and bandanas are also very common. But beware: if Zarina asks to borrow a hair tie, you’re not getting it back. More than likely she’ll accidentally snap it before you remember to ask for it back. Be gentle with her though, it’s not her fault. Blame her hair.

This girl is super crafty and creative in more ways than one. In the traditional sense, Zarina without fail customizes and personalizes a lotttt of her things. Her favorite is her lab coat and smock. Whenever she has free time, Zarina will add some scrappy embroidery to the fabric or glue sea glass to the edges. In the less traditional sense, while she hates all of their guts, she learned a lot from the crew that betrayed her. Pickpocketing, sneaking around, resourcefulness, fashioning a good lie and even knowing how to work a knife. Well, sort of. She has surprisingly great aim.

Zarina is a big tea girl. Earl Grey is her favorite, but she loves coffee, too. Like many other people, she'll turn to flavored, espresso based drinks when she's looking for an extra kick of caffeine as long as they're not too sweet. Zarina isn't a huge fan of sweet coffee, but she always munches on candy when working in her little makeshift lab. When it comes to alcohol, Z bounces around between rum and cokes, whiskey and bourbon. It's also not uncommon finding her turning to weed when she's stressed or her brain won't shut off.

#evermore intro #intros are scary?#intros are scary.#hello to all (:#tw: mentions of alcohol and drugs

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sweetmisschesire · 10 months

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Well ive posted the next chapter on ao3

So now im gonna write an ending to @cryptidofthekeys recent one shot

Also, sorry Streber

Streber scared another group of kids as they walked up the steps.

“Do not worry dear children, although I am a real vampire, I’ve already fed tonight! Mwahaha!”

He made a grand gesture with his cape towards the door. “But beware the Candy Man~ Now get inside and get scared!”

The children ran past him into the house laughing, with screams soon following at the first scare. Streber was having the time of his life. He was running a haunted house with his friends, celebrating his favorite holiday, and was getting to spend it all with his boyfriend for once.

Streber couldn’t but be feel so giddy. This night was going so perfect. Kevin was doing very well, like Streber knew he would. Just earlier he had heard sone absolutely horrified screams coming from the room he was in.

As some kids exited the haunted house laughing he gave them one last scare to send them off. People came and went all night, most stopping here before continuing trick or treating. The two kids that went to the candy store all the time came running out.

“Yeah that was s im o real!”

“Let’s go get more candy!”

Streber chuckled to himself watching the pumpkin and skeleton blaze down the sidewalk at breakneck speeds. They sure did have a lot of energy. He readjusted his cape when heavy footsteps came from behind him.

Glancing over his shoulder he saw the devil man from before. Streber couldn’t help the shudder his body gave. Everything about this guy was off. His silence save for his footsteps, his mannerisms, his smile. The man stared at him for an uncomfortably long time, loudly chewing on something in his mouth.

‘Probably candy from the bowl.’

The creepy guy swallowed and walked down the steps. It was then that Streber noticed that he had a bone in his hand.

Streber sighed inwardly, this was a problem sometimes.

“Excuse me?” Streber cursed how small his voice sounded. “You can’t take the props.”

The guy only turned his head snd somehow grinned wider. He held his arm out and dropped the fake bone on the ground. Streber grimaced as the man then licked his fingers with a popping sound before leaving into town.

“Ugh.”

Streber had considered going to grab the prop, but more people started showing up and he needed to keep his place as greeter. He continued his show of scaring and inviting people in, vaguely listening to them talk on their way out.

The earlier ones were talking about the scares that got them the most. The vampires, the zombies, the candy man, all while munching on their candy. But then the conversations started getting weird.

He was focused on his role so he only heard some words like ‘real looking corpse’ and ‘blood.’ And at first he thought they might be talking about Leon but the blood part confused him. Sure there was fake blood in the house, but it wasn’t on Leon.

When there was no more people coming in, Streber actually focused on what they were saying as they left.

“Dude that corpse looked so real.”

“Yeah but wasn’t all that blood overkill?”

“Dude if you lose an arm or leg you will totally bleed that much.”

‘Wait, lots of blood? Missing arm?’

None of it made sense there was nothing like that in there. Not unless one of the guys added something in without him knowing at the last minute.

“I never saw the Candy Man though.”

“Yeah I was kind if looking forward to it.”

‘They never saw Kevin?’

“Well let’s get more candy while we can.”

“Alright.”

Streber shuffled nervously, he knew it was probably nothing. They likely just missed the room Kevin was in. And yet the house was pretty linear, it would be really hard to miss anything.

A bad feeling settled in his gut. He wanted to go check on everyone. He walked inside and saw that so far everything looked fine. Ethan, Leo, Liv, everyone was okay. Now he just needed to check on his boyfriend.

“Hey Kev, you alright? People were mentioning they didn’t see…you…”

His boyfriend was on the ground, not moving. His arm was fucking gone. And the blood. Oh fuck there was so much blood.

“AAAAAHHHH!”

Streber rushed in wincing at his shoes squelching in Kevin’s blood. He dropped to his knees by Kevin’s body, ignoring the feeling if the blood soaking into his pants.

“No no, fuck babe, please!”

Streber felt around his neck for a pulse and was mildly relieved to find there still was one. But it was weak, and Kevin was still bleeding. Streber ripped off his cape and tied it around Kevin’s arm to stop the bleeding as much as possible.

“Yo Strebs, what’s with the screaming? Did Kevin actually get yo-“ Ethan’s voice cut off as he walked in the room.

“Wh-what the fuck?!”

“Ca-call an ambulance! Now!”

Ethan fumbled with getting his phone out of his pocket as he called for an ambulance. More of his friends showed up and started freaking out.

“What the hell happened?!”

“Pl-please we need an ambulance right now!”

“Oh fuck that’s a lot of blood.”

“Th-the haunted house off of Main Street, it was that formerly abandoned one.”

“Wh-where’s his arm?”

Streber felt a stab in his heart as he remembered the devil guy from before. And the bone prop he dropped on the lawn.

‘That wasn’t a prop oh fuck that wasn’t a prop.’

That devil man was Velseb. The cannibal that the police were looking for. Streber swallowed back the spit that pooled in his mouth. Being sick wasn’t going to help.

Ethan touched Streber’s shoulder making him jump.

“They’re on there way, should be here soon.”

Streber only nodded, afraid if he opened his mouth he would puke. He simply turned back to his boyfriend and pulled him closer.

“Please, please, please.” He sobbed.

He doesn’t even remember how much time had passed, and only vaguely remembers the EMTs taking Kevin from him to the ambulance. Ethan helped him up and guided him to his car so they could go to the hospital. Leon had apparently shut down the haunted house when seeing Kevin’s body, so no one walked in on him.

‘How many people had walked past him like that? Did they just think he was a prop? Did, did he scream? How did we not here it? Did we hear and think it was just some kids?’

“Hey.”

Streber looked over at Ethan.

“Come on, we’re here.”

The next thing Streber knew they were in the waiting room. He thinks a nurse asked him about the blood. Ethan had to explain, he just couldn’t talk. Couldn’t stop seeing Kevin’s lifeless body laying in his own blood.

Ethan had guided him over to a chair and sat next to him. Streber managed to pull his phone and handed it to Ethan. He gave him a questioning look.

“Ra-Radford. Rick.”

“Oh. You want me to talk to them?”

Streber only nodded before he finally broke down sobbing into his hands.

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Radford wasn’t sure what to expect when Streber called him. He had sent a pic to him earlier of Kevin in costume. He had somehow managed to convince him to take part as a scar actor.

Radford had to admit the costume looked cool. But he was absolutely going to tease Kevin about it. It was his right as his friend. Streber had gushed about getting to spend the night with Kevin which was part of the reason why he agreed to help cover Kevin’s shift.

Getting a favor out of Kevin later was nice too. Streber and Kevin had one of the sweetest, mushiest relationships he had ever seen. Which Radford mercilessly pointed out whenever Kevin made fun of bad romance movies. So he had expected Streber to be bragging about how well the night went.

“Hey Strebs, how did it go?”

“Um, Radford?”

Oh, that was Ethan.

“Uh, hey Ethan. Why do you have Streber’s phone?”

Radford could see Rick glance his way briefly before going back to closing duties.

“I, Streber’s not really able to talk right now.”

Now Radford was worried. “What do you mean is Streber alright?”

“Physically yeah.”

“Huh?”

“You guys need to get to the hospital.”

A chill ran down his spine. “Why do we need to go to the hospital.”

Rick stopped what he doing and waited to see what happened.

“We-we don’t know all of what happened but Kevin-“

“Kevin’s hurt really bad.”

“You guys need to get here soon.”

Radford swallowed hard. “O-ok.”

He hung up and took in a shaky breath before facing Rick.

“Forget the rest of closing duties, we need to go to the hospital.”

“What happened?”

“I-I don’t know the full story but apparently Kevin’s been hurt really bad. So fuck this place let’s go.”

The two of them shut off the lights and locked the door, hoping into Radford’s car. The ride was quick and painfully quiet, and the rush into the hospital’s lobby even more so.

Streber and Ethan were there talking to John and Jack. Streber was a short guy, but he looked much smaller with the way he was hunched over, there was blood all over his hands and soaked into his costume.

“So you’re saying you saw him in a devil costume?” John asked.

“Y-yes.” Streber whispered.

“And you didn’t call the police?”

Ethan rubbed his arm. “Didn’t know it was him in that costume, until after we found Kevin.”

“What about the house, you said you shut it down.”

“Yeah so no one else would walk in on-“

The two grew quiet.

“Thank you for answering these questions.” He turned to Jack. “Let’s go investigate the house.”

The two left and Radford rushed up to Streber and Ethan.

“What happened? Why were the police here?”

Streber hunched in on himself and began sobbing.

“The-there was this big guy dressed in a devil costume. We didn’t think anything of him despite how creepy he was.”

“H-he was-“ Ethan swallowed “Under that make up he was Bob Velseb.”

“The escaped cannibal?”

“Yeah.”

Radford felt his stomach tie in knots. “Fuck. Kevin?”

“Velseb took his arm off.”

“What?” Rick actually had a look of shock on his face.

“He lost a lot of blood, they’re working on him now.”

“How did this happen?”

Ethan turned to Rick. “Like I said he came in in disguise, in that devil costume. No one recognized him.”

“It wasn’t till we found Kevin, and, uh, what was left of his arm in the yard that we figured what likely happened. The officers just confirmed it was Velseb in that costume.”

“I’m gonna kill him.” Rick growled out.

“The cops already did, shot him a bunch of times and ran over him twice.”

Radford supposed that was good news. Maybe the only good news if Kevin-

He pinched his arms to break that train of thought. They didn’t know anything yet, people survived loss of arms all the time. The only problem was Kevin lost a lot of blood apparently.

Radford looked over at Steber, who was openly sobbing. His eyes were bloodshot, and his makeup ran down his face in streaks under his eyes. Right. This would be hitting him hardest.

Radford put a hand on Streber’s shoulder and he looked at him.

“Come here.”

He pulled him into a tight hug as Streber sobbed into his shoulder. He rubbed his back as he openly wailed.

“Why did this happen?!”

“I don’t know.”

“It’s not fair!”

“I know.”

Radford had managed to guide Streber over to a chair and sat him down. Rick and Ethan joined them in seats on either side of him and Streber. Streber’s crying, the clock’s ticking, and the receptionist typing are the only sounds that filled the room.

The wait was agonizing, and time seemed to stretch on forever. Radford was so focused on the sounds he never heard the doctor approach.

“Excuse me, are you with Kevin Kandy?”

The group jolted upright to see the doctor with a clipboard in her hand. Right, Kandy. It was a name Streber constantly teased him for cause of his job, who teased him right back for his last name being Batz.

“Y-yes. H-how is he?”

“I’m Dr. Swan. You’re friend is alright, but will not likely wake till tomorrow.”

Radford felt a huge wave of relief wash over him. Fuck. He was alive. He was okay.

“I want to see him.”

Streber’s voice was raw from his crying and screaming, and was barely audible.

“Of course. Follow me please.”

The four of them got up and walked after Dr.Swan. Eventually she gestured them to a room and they went inside. Kevin laid in the middle of the bed, hooked up to machines. A blood bag and breathing device had also been attached.

Streber immediately rushed forward and grabbed Kevin’s left hand. Of all the arms Kevin lost of course it was his dominant one. This would make things harder than it already was.

Streber ran a hand down Kevin’s cheek, being mindful of his breathing tube. Radford stepped forward with Rick on the right side of Kevin. The stub was well wrapped in gauze, and there was likely an ugly scar underneath.

Kevin was very pale from the blood loss, but other wise seemed okay. Radford had honestly been so fucking terrified that Kevin would die. He’s not sure he could handle that.

He knows Streber wouldn’t be able to.

“I am sorry to interrupt, but visiting hours are over. And he needs time to recover.”

Streber leaned down and gave Kevin a kiss on the cheek. The four of them walked out of the hospital to their cars, all of them feeling completely drained.

Radford began driving Rick towards his house. It was silent for a long time until Rick broke it.

“Fuck.”

“I know.”

“He could have died, he almost did!”

Radford could only nod.

“I hope that piece of shit burns in hell.”

“Yeah, me too.”

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Everything felt heavy as he started to wake up. He doesn’t remember falling asleep, or why he was this exhausted still. Last thing he remembers was the haunted house.

Streber had wanted him to join, he agreed right?

What was he again? Oh right, Candy Man.

But.

After that?

Terror, fucking panic.

Being held down, his arm being pulled.

A knife.

Pain, so much pain.

Tearing, ripping, awful sounds.

Screaming, crying, begging for help.

He had to fight, he was in danger, he needed to move.

“GAAAHHH!”

“Kevin, Kevin stop!”

A hand grabbed his left arm, and he struggled more.

“Kevin you’re okay! You’re safe.”

He knows that voice. Taking time to breathe, he realized he didn’t feel any pain. He opened his eyes and saw that he was in the hospital. Over on his left was his boyfriend, who had his arm in a gentle grip.

Not the same wrenching, tearing, cutting-

Kevin grimaced “Wh-what?”

Oh. Right. That devil guy. But that meant.

Oh, yeah. His arm was definitely gone. There was some of it left but elbow down there just…

Wasn’t.

Kevin swallowed hard, it actually hammering what happened that nigh. It was still really fuzzy, probably cause of how much blood he lost. A firm squeeze in his remaining hand had him look at Streber.

“Oh, babe I’m so sorry.” Streber sobbed. “I had nonidea it’s my fault, I-“

Kevin grabbed Streber and kissed him all over his face. He kept doing it til the crying turned into giggles.

“Pft! Kevin stop! That tickles.”

“Listen to me, this was not your fault. It was all the asshole’s. Not yours.”

“But I didn’t even know you were hurt! Even after seeing him with your bone-“

Streber winced at that, and Kevin did to. Oh yeah, he remembered that too. Creep fucking ate his arm right in front of his face.

“Who-“ a pause “w-who…”

“I-it was Velseb. None of use could tell with his costume.”

Of course it was the escaped serial killer and cannibal. Who else? This was always his damn luck on Halloween.

“He’s dead, by the way.”

“How?”

“Shot, multiple times. Run over twice apparently.”

Overkill, but efficient he guessed. As long as he couldn’t come back. Couldn’t finish the job. He looked at his arm.

“I’m gonna have to learn to write again huh?”

“I-I can help. I’m a natural leftie after all.” Streber placed a hand on his chest and made a grand gesture with the other.

“Pft. Ha ha ha! That you are sweetfangs.”

Streber leaned onto his shoulder and Kevin put his head on top of his. Everything was going to be okay.

#spooky month #spooky month kevin #spooky month streber #candybats #streber x kevin #ethan spooky month #radford spooky month #rick spooky month #continuation of another story #click tagged person to see story #blood #blood warning #limb loss #limb loss warning

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featherlouise · 1 year

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how do you imagine it to go? :0 - 👹

I WAS planning on saving it till I get my comic out but it'll honestly probably be a bit of a while till then soooo

BEWARE this turned out a LOT longer than I expected lmfao (and I change writing styles like 3 times)

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Basically, Hornet, Herrah and WL are in the castle gardens having a picnic. Both queens are just chatting bc, for all Herrah despises PK, she actually gets along p well with WL, while Hornet is munching on a sandwich.

Then WL feels a sudden and intense mix of despair, pain, grief from the other end of her and PK's bond. (bc I interpret it as like. A shared soul kinda thing??? They can kinda project each other's emotions n shit) She's never felt these emotions from her husband before, nevermind anything so strong, so she immediately knows something is very wrong.

She rushes out of the room with barely a word of goodbye, which is INCREDIBLY out of character since she's generally the most calm and polite person in any given situation, so Herrah figured it'd be best to follow, and on the way out she tells a retainer to keep an eye on Hornet, telling the princess that WL needs help and she can't come along bc it might be dangerous

Which then spurs Hornet to follow her mother, bc she's not a baby, she can handle herself. And what if her mum needs help and she's not there?? Obviously she HAS to go. To protect her mum. And WL. But mostly her mum.

WL and Herrah make it to PK's workshop at p much the same time, and they're greeted with the sight of PK cradling the Pure Vessel to his chest, one hand carding through their hair in a mockery of comfort. He's kinda just. Staring off into the middle distance, and the tears streaming down his face are left to drip down his chin and into the vessel's hair. It's like he doesn't even realise he's crying.

Herrah, who had initially opened her mouth to loudly demand an explanation, recognises the situation for what it is: a parent's grief. It's something she's never experienced herself (thank the gods) but she's seen that exact look on the faces of her people after another child is found dead at the hands of a nosk. It's not an expression she ever expected to see on the Pale Wyrm's face, but nevertheless, she grapples together as much compassion as she can and begins, "Wyrm..."

That seems to startle the King out of his thoughts, and he whips his head around, subconsciously cradling the vessel even closer, and staining his hands and robes even further with the ichor that's slowly seeping out of a large hole in their chest.

A hole. In their chest. Tinted orange.

"what the fuck."

The King looks between both queen's, an almost pleading look in his eyes, before seeming to steel himself, and opening his mouth to speak.

*BANG*

The doors suddenly swing open to reveal a tiny princess, waving around her wooden training nail, grinning and bouncing on the balls of her feet,

"HEY MAMA!! I know you said it might be dangerous but I swear I can help-

"..Holly??"

The little girl's eyes are fixed on the still form of the vessel, and Herrah decides in that moment that she needs to move now. Everything else can wait until later, her baby does NOT need to see this.

She crouches in front of Hornet, and gently takes her face in one hand,

“Look at me baby, c’mon let’s get-“

"They're gonna be okay, right??" Her eyes are drifting over her mother's shoulder, taking in the sight of her father, crying, holding her sibling like they'll disappear if he loosens his grip. They're still. Too still. They're never this still, even when they're pretending to be a statue, and especially not around her.

Herrah takes her face in both her hands this time, and Hornet has no other choice but to look at the forlorn look on her face, "Honey I don't think-"

"NO!!" She tears herself away from her mother and begins to run towards her fallen sibling, intending to shake them, kick them, bite them, anything that'll make them wake up because,

"THEY PROMISED!! They said they'd play hide and seek with me if I was good at dinner time today!! So they HAVE to wake up!!" But her mother grabs her by the waist and holds her to her chest before she can take more than two steps, enduring the kicking and punching and scratching that her daughter rains down upon her, anger slowly teetering off into sobs,

"They promised..."

It's all Herrah can do to cradle her child, offering empty condolences, shushing her and slowly rocking back and forth, until she eventually tires herself out enough to fall into a restless sleep.

The King and Queen look at her as she stands up,

"I'm going to put Hornet to bed, and when I return I expect you to have pulled yourself together, Wyrm, enough to tell me what the fuck has happened in here."

The doors decidedly don't slam on the way out, if only to keep her sleeping daughter from waking up.

#THIS IS VERY RUSHED AND I HAVENT PROOF READ IT #BUT THIS IS BASICALLY IT #some dialogue here and there isn't quite right but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#this is p much what I've had swimming in my head #ALSO #herrah has DEFINITELY told hornet what the symptoms of infection are #so she knows what she's looking at when she walks into that workshop #hollow fkin dies au #feather writes #ig #I'll prolly go thru the rest of my posts and add that to anything I've written a fair amount on

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