#the hands were sapping my motivation to work
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Hello!! I wanted to possibly request a ghost x trans male reader smut? Possibly w knifeplay and breeding?
Also hope you are doing amazing!! 🫶
Long overdue
🍋 nsfw
Pairing: Simon "ghost" Riley x transmasc! reader
Warning: fem & masc ways to describe readers body, implied T-dick, mating press, sir kink, breeding kink, some talk of pregnancy and family, overstimulation, minor knife play, teasing, creampie, dirty talk, unprotected sex, reader is made semi flexible for these positions to work, stomach bulge, pussy slapping, edging, sadistic! Simon, masochist! Reader, manhandling, slight pregnancy kink, possessive sex, he's harsh yet sweet
Ngl when it comes to breeding kinks I'm abit out of my element. I'm not exactly sure what people wanna hear. So I hope this wasn't too bad 🙏 it's one of those kinks that's pretty new to me as a concept I get and isn't one I usually read
Normalize trans men discussing these kind of things without judgement in a dominantly cis male environment. Men can be fathers and "mothers" (if they'd like to use that term) and I don't think that's a bad thing. People want what they want and things like this shouldn't be so strict with gender.
I wanna apologize for taking so long to getting back into writing, I'm sure if you're following me you'll know I've been pretty inactive and focusing a lot of my oc's at the moment. I got deep brainrot and got some other personal stuff that's really sapping me of my motivation. I kept getting a lot of burn out and it's honestly annoying because I still have things I'd like to write. I like to make jokes that it's asexual burn out; just too much sex stuff but low-key starting to feel like that may be it.
I hope this can make up for it or atleast, show I'm still interested in writing for y'all
It wasn't often you were allowed to breathe. Able to just walk the streets without firing your gun at the enemy. You let out a sigh as you and the team patrolled the city streets, people clearing out of your way. Avoiding your eyes as you watched them roam. It wasn't often you let yourself think; it was risky in a profession like this. Letting your mind wonder could be the fatal mistake that finally gets you killed.
But here you were. Longing gaze at a couple across the way. A baby gurgling and squealing in their hands. You use to think baby fever was a myth; you weren't, what you considered, parent material. Besides, the chances of you having one after taking hormones for so long were slim. You doubted you could anyway.
Was it because you were in a relationship? Well - could you call it that? It was complicated but you did find Simon more than attractive even if there were times his personality could be less than ideal. But you were no sunshine and rainbows either. War changes you.
You never had much of a instinct for those type of things but yet. You couldn't look away. Couldn't stop the somber twist of envy in your gut, placing your hand on your stomach. You just wanted to pinch it's cheeks. It was almost aggravating how cute that baby was. Smiling and laughing. Their soft chubby cheeks still marked with the food they were eating. Blonde Stray wisps of hair.
"something the matter?"
"ah-! Oh, no, just - isn't that baby so cute?" You cooed. Shoulders slumping as you smiled up at your fellow solider.
Soap shook his head, an airy laugh leaving him. "That's what gotten you so distracted?"
"what! I can't help it! It's like seeing a kitten, so cute and so- AUGH-!"
You wanted to slap yourself. What was coming over you? This was really getting embarrassing.
"Why don't you say hi to the wee bugga?" Soap suggested. "We can take a short moment to say hello, can't we lieutenant?"
"alright." He sighed, shaking his head sound more thant reluctant at the question. "But no more distractions, after that." He gave you a pointed look as he jabbed his finger at you. You hastily nodded.
You, Soap and Ghost, who insisted on lurking behind you, all marched closer.
"hello." The couple greeted. Nervous smiles struck on their faces. Eyeing the guns strapped to all of you.
"Greetings, who's this?" You asked, raising a brow as you waved at the baby. You almost let out a gasp as the babies fat finger wrapped around yours. Pulling your hand closer to it's face.
"Ah, this is our son, Gabriel."
You hummed, laughing as the baby refused to let go of your hand. For a being so small, they had such a strong grip. You tried to gently pry yourself but the baby just let out an "Augh" in defiance.
"Strong grip, no doubt he'll be a real fighter when he's older - maybe we'll have the honour of meeting again, protecting families like yours."
The couple nodded. Cooing at their baby as it tried to take a bite of your finger.
"looks just like ya, twins you are." Soap huffed out a laugh, jabbing Simon in his chest, his voice soft. It was a surprise you even heard it. You heard Ghost let out a grunt, no doubt rolling his eyes. Your eyes wandered from Ghost back to the baby. You could see the resemblance. It was really in the eyes, same shade of blue.
You wonder.....would Simon be a good father...? You know he has family issues so you doubt he had any desire to have this own. But maybe he did? Somtimes he'd make small comments that left your heart racing; the implication was there but you never really took the chance to think about it too deeply.
You shook your head. Finally, little Gabriel let go of your hand and you sent the family a wave goodbye. As you walked you kept letting those thoughts pile. "I wouldn't mind having a kid...." The words suddenly blurted out of your mouth. You could hear a choke from one of the other men.
"Oh? Wouldn't think you'd be interested, considering-" Soap said as he gestured to you up and down. Cringing a little at his own words.
"usually I wouldn't really be jumping to the idea but- who knows, besides I can adopt If I felt like it."
Your eyes locked With Simon's. He was staring at you. His emotions were completely hidden. You couldn't tell what he was thinking at all. Just staring. Digging holes into your very being. He remained mostly silent for the rest of the patrol. Making a few snarky comments here and there usually prompted by Soaps endless chatter and jokes.
When you met up with the rest of the team they were all laughing. The enjoyment of a more relaxed day getting to all of you, leaning on the table as they chatted amongst themselves.
"This trouble maker here, made us stop for to say hi to a baby, already trying to enlist the new forces."
You groaned as you shook your head, the team chuckling as they watched your frustration. "I thought it would be a nice comment to make!"
You let out a sigh. "it's just- I don't know, I'm thinking about my life after this, ya know? When we finally get back home, I can't be the only one who's wanted to start a family."
"you ain't." Gaz shrugged. "Plenty of men here think about it - some more than others." He scowled a little in slight disgust. Remembering the horrendous locker talk he's heard from other Soldiers.
"I've never considered getting pregnant but hey, I also didn't think I'd be enlisted in the army for this long."
The team let out another bark of laughter. "You're telling me." Price teased.
Simon grabbed your shoulder, you snapped your gaze up to him immediately, lips parting as he glared down at you. "I need to have a word with you." He looked at the rest d the team. "In private."
There was a chorus "oooooh" from Soap and Gaz as price told them to pipe down. You nodded and followed Ghost out of the hall, trying to keep up your confidence as he lead you to his room. You looked side to side to make sure you wouldn't be spotted before following him In.
You couldn't deny the fire that burnt at your veins. Anticipation slowly boiling you from the inside as you waited for his next words.
"Pants, off."
The door slammed behind you. A loud twist of the lock confirming your privacy. You tried not to grin as you began to undo your trousers. Slipping free from the heavy material as you stepped towards him.
"jacket aswell." He sat on the bed, arms folded as he watched you. You could just see the peak of outline of his cock through his pants. It made your head spin as you began to shrug off your jacket. Leaving you in your boxers and undershirt.
"Someone's desperate." He teased.
A small noise of confusion left you as he curled a finger towards himself, motioning you towards him. You shuffled over as he grabbed at your thighs, parting your legs.
"Written all over your face, begging to get fucked like the slut you are."
You gasped, breath hitching at his words. Chewing at your lip as he pulled you towards him. His hands trailing between your legs, parting your sex with his thumbs through the fabric of your underwear. Shivering at the sensation.
"Just want this needy cunt of yours used, don't you?"
You nodded. He let out a laugh, enjoying how shy you're getting under his attention. He patted the bed and you immediately climbed on, he settled himself behind you. Keeping your legs wide for him.
"let's get it nice and wet for me, so I can fuck you properly."
His fingers reached between your legs. Immediately finding your dick, considering how often he fucks you there was no doubt he could do it blindfolded, beginning to rub and tweak as he felt your dick throb under his touch. Easing you into the pleasure before he gave it a small pinch. You cried out at the sudden explosion in your nerves. His fingers suddenly speeding up. Your eyes fluttering as you leaned into him.
"Simon-!" You sobbed out. His fingers continued to mercilessly rub at your dick through your boxers. A prominent wet patch forming as you squirmed. His legs locked around yours, making it impossible as you tried to wiggle away from his touch. Your head threatening to fall into the mattress as you used one hand to keep you propped up. Your nails digging into the sheet.
A sudden smack made you squeal. His gloved fingers smoothed over your clit. Gently rubbing it as you bucked your hips. Returning to his fast pace as soon as he could see you unstiffen. Rushing you back over that edge as the cord in your stomach tightened- oh god- SMACK-! you cried out as you throbbed. You were so close....
"Look at you - so desperate." Another smack.
"Please Simon- I've been good-" he rubbed slow tight circles, letting out a hum. "Please let me cum." SMACK. you mewled at the sting as your eyes rolled back. "I've been so good sir-"
Choking on your gasp his fingers suddenly sped up. Your hips kept bucking into his touch as he lightly pressed down. TOO MUCH- OH - FUCK- your orgasm crashed over you. You didn't even realize how loudly you screamed. Hips stuttering in the air as your back arched violently. Stars in your vision never fading as he only continued. Letting out a sob as your second orgasm was forced out of you.
"p-please-! Too much-!"
"I'm giving you what you want."
You gripped his hand as you whimpered. Grinding into his ruthless touch. Your third orgasm speeding towards you. Stars filling your vision once again before it was ripped from you. His hand stilling completely as he rubbed your hips. Soothing your twitching muscles. You couldn't stop yourself from letting out a whine.
"you're soaked through." He stated. Sliding the knife from his thigh strap. Trailing the full edge up your shaky thighs. With ease he twirled it between his fingers, pointing the dull side of the blade to your clothed cunt. Dragging it slowly along the wet patch, moving the knife to the bed.
"You're desperate for a cock you can't even handle."
He guided your hips back, your sexes pressing together as he harshly thrusted forward. You rolled your hips back, looking back at him with your lip between your teeth. Pleading eyes staring into his own.
"I will - I'll take it-" you whined out as you keir grinding against him. "Please.... fuck me."
You stumbled as he suddenly pushed you forward. Standing up, holding the knife with a firm grip. He circled around, now before you, grabbing hold your leg as he yanked you towards him. Snatching both of your ankles in his hand as he positioned you to his liking. You whimpered as your back hit the mattress, staring up at him through glossy vision. Trying to restrain the smile threatening to appear on your lips.
You loved it when he was like this. Manhandling you. Ruining you. You could see that fire in his eyes shine everytime he left another mark on your skin. Everytime he made you drool and sob from overstimulation. You knew he'd only give you what you can handle; he'd never push you further unless you begged.
"You wanna get fucked, huh? Ain't you cute, begging for me." He scoffed out a laugh. The knife in his hand tugging the fabric of your boxers. Marveling at how the material was practically glued to you. Completely soaked from your previous Orgasms.
The dull side merely grazed you; leaving you whimpering. Breath hitching as the cold metal stung at your heat. "Hold still."
And you did. Holding back every urge to flinch as he slashes and dragged the knife through your cloths. Barely hitting a snag from how sharp it was. Completely exposing you; his eyes were trained on the glistening sheen sticking to your thighs. Clenching at air as you clutched the bed.
He shoved the knife back into it's holder. Tugging at the belt of his pants. You couldn't stop the small trail of drool escaping past your lips as you watched him take out his cock from his boxers. Giving himself a few slow jerks, smearing his precum along the thick head.
"please.....Sir... please....." Your legs already felt strained as he kept your ankles locked tight in his grasp. Threatening to push them over your head as he rubbed his cock against your weeping folds. The tear in your boxers keeping him flushed against you as he grinded. You mewled as it peaked out. Your hand shakily reaching out, rubbing the head of his cock as more pre-cum began to ooze. Biting your lip as you pushed it back down to your hole. Guiding him inside, letting out a whine each time it came out. Smacking against your clit.
"seems I need to prep you more, still so tight." He let out a breathy chuckle. Taking joy from your desperation but you weren't gonna quit. You shifted your hips up more, Aligning yourself up to him. Practically pulling his cock deeper inside with each clench. "atta boy -" He let out a groan as he finally snapped his hips against your ass.
Adjusting himself more as he crawled onto the rigid mattress. Putting you into a mating press. Your hands clawed at his arms as he thrusted into you. Each smack of skin echoing through the room. Only getting drowned out by the sounds of your moans.
"fuck- feel that?" His fingers pressed into your stomach. You could feel the bulge twitch everytime he fucked into you. "Like how that feels? Stuffed and feeling that pretty tummy of yours get bigger - bet a slut like you would want more."
"how about this big?" His hand hovered just above you're stomach, you could hear the grinning in his voice as you whined. "Or...this Much?" He kept raising his hand, "You'll get a nice belly after I'm done, won't stop until I know you're stuffed, you want to keep being bred? Tell me, use your words."
you finally broke, letting out a pathetic sob as you nodded. "PLEASE-! breed me- take me- I want it- I want you-!"
"That's it, good boy."
He let go of your ankles, knees digging down into the mattress as your clutched your thighs, holding them in the air as his hands planted either side of your head. Angling his thrusts into that perfect spot that had you clutching and shaking around him. His pace brutal as he slammed down into you. you could barely catch your own breath from how fast he was fucking into you.
"Who do you belong to? Say it." He grabbed your chin, holding you in place as your eyes fluttered. Drool pooling out as you tried to let out the words form a knot in your throat.
"You sir-!"
"and who's the one fucking you like this? Making you feel good." His voice was deep. Practically growling. His face was still covered by his mask but you could see that spark in his eyes. glaring down at you, challenging you.
"you sir-!"
He leaned down, you let out a loud squeak as he was about to hit even deeper inside. Eyes locking as he spoke once more. His breathing growing more heavy.
"and who the fuck am I?"
"Simon-!!" He rolled back his lips and slammed into your hole. Letting out a deep growl from his throat as he tried to regain his energy. Settling for hard deep thrusts.
"Louder."
"Fuck- SIMON!"
As soon as he was able to get his pace back he was fucking you like it was a end of the world. Wasting no time; the head of his cock kissing that pleasure spot over and over. His pelvis grinding against your puffy clit as you tried to meet his thrusts.
"That's right, scream it for everyone to hear, let them. Know who's taking you." He was panting, eyes rolling back as he felt how tightly you were hugging his cock. You were so close already. He could feel it. Feel how you gushed. Could listen to wet slap of your pussy for hours knowing it was him that was doing this. Knowing he was the one ruining you for any other man. He practically built you to be his perfect toy to fuck.
"Stuff you full - want me stay inside you? Keep you nice and plugged up or would you rather I put a thick toy in that desperate cunt of yours? Have you walk around and act like my cum isn't trickling down your thighs."
"I know they want a piece of you, I can see how they look at you, I wonder how they'd like watching you spread those nice legs of yours and show off how much I stuffed you - watch it drip out and all over the floor."
He couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh. "Bet they'd beg for a taste."
You couldn't even bring yourself to speak. Far too flustered to even think. You could see it in your mind so clearly. Shivering as you could feel the phantom sensation of lips between you legs; hungrily sucking as they taste you and Simon's cum.
"clenching so hard - that got to you, didn't it?"
"Simon- I'm gonna-"
You squealed as he pinched your dick. Legs clamping down onto his waist as you tried to jumped away from the sting.
"Not until you admit it."
Your mouth open and closed. Grasping at words that melted immediately on your tongue.
"You want to be everyone's little whore, spent up toy for the team, get bred by so many men, hell- pass you around one by one - is that why you were so insistent on acting up this morning? Trying to get them thinking about how much they'd want they to knock you up."
You cursed as he began to rub your clit. Tapping it with his thumb before moving it into tight circles. "YES-! FUCK-! SIMON-!"
He let out a shaky groan as his hips slapped into your ass. Burying himself inside completely as you came, ricocheting his own release. Thick ropes of cum coating your cunt as he fucked it inside you. You went limp as he kept filling you up. Revealing just how pent up he was. Completely stuffing you with his one load already.
You panted as you laid there. He rubbed up and down your trembling thighs. The ache soothing under his firm touch as he rolled onto his back. Keeping himself flushed to you, helping you ride out your orgasm as he moved your hips for you. Slowly fucking you up and down his cock as he spilled every last drop inside.
"Fuck...." He sighed. Hips stuttering as he slowly grew limp. "That's it, take it all, good boy."
You whimpered as he locked his arms around your middle. Keeping you pressed against him as you both panted. Completely wiped out. You nuzzled into his shoulder as you felt your eyes begin to close. Needing a few minutes to regain your energy. With how lively that look in his eyes still were, you'd need it - especially feeling how his cock was now semi hard again.
He was going to make good on his words.
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Summary: Sebastian is heart broken, and the power couple give some words of advice
Ominis Gaunt x Reader
Yet another break-up occurs within Hogwarts. A heartbroken Sebastian slumps on the couch, absolutely torn over his latest date.
"I just didn't think it through." Sebastian says at you pat his back gently in comfort. A frowning Ominis turned off towards the common room fireplace, looking utterly disinterested.
"You said you didn't love her anymore didn't you?" Sebastian groans at your words.
"Yes, but that was before I knew what I had. She was perfect in every way... now Garreth bloody Weasley has her." His pout continues as you rub comforting circles into his back. "I'm sure you two know what I mean? Surely one of you had doubts about one another." You place your hand on Ominis knee giving it a light squeeze.
"Sebastian ... there will always be someone theoretically 'better', but I know I have a good thing right here. There is no one that will love me better, and there is no one I'd rather be with than Ominis." Sebastian gags at your sweet gesture.
"What about you Ominis? I know for a fact you had your doubts." Ominis hand grips tightly around your arm, knowing the surge of panic that ran through his body. You begin to laugh at his moment of stress.
"Do not misconstrued my words. I am not joining your single-mens club." An irritated Ominis huffs looking off once again. "Unlike you, I am quite capable of communicating with my partner on matters of concern. I find your ability to listen to ones criticism to be quite pitiful. Perhaps you should work on being a gentleman and not concern yourself with what she is not doing." Sebastian leans away with a slight gasp.
"What are you talking about? I am a true gentleman." Ominis snorted at his words.
"A gentleman were you? Were you not demanding her affections whenever it was convenient for you, and proceeded ignore her during our break because 'writing poems and letters are for saps'. I mean really Sebastian, the poor girl sent me an owl just to check if you were even alive." Ominis says in exasperation. Sebastian stood with a slight stomp to the floor.
"Can you believe this Y/n?" He pleads for defence.
"Yes Sebastian... I absolutely can believe it ... how do I say this gently... you're a phenomenal friend, but a terrible boyfriend." Sebastian didn't waste a breath, he left his love-blinded friends on the couch alone. Of course they wouldn't understand what it's like.
Ominis sighs moving and laying his head into your lap. Silence over takes you two as you begin to gently stroke his head. Light fingers brushing his long locks.
A comfortable quiet over takes your time together.
"Just so you know, everyday you make me so happy. You're not doing anything in particular to make me feel that way. It's just your general presences makes everything better. You showed me what love meant. I feel so safe with you, I want to love you and be loved by you forever." He grabs your hand and places a firm kiss into it. "Seeing so many couples breaking up, it just has me thinking about life without you, if I had to, I would be okay, but my days will never shine as brightly, and I will never get out of bed with as much motivation if I don't have you to look forward to." He smiles softly, closing his eyes in content.
Ominis is entirely unaware of how many people have just heard his declaration.
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♡ taken to court - r.l ♡
requested by anon <3
remus lupin x gn!reader, hurt/comfort, arguing, talk of cycles, talk of anxiety, swearing
remus recognizes the cycle of your fights, and it feels just like your parents... only, with a healthy ending that you aren't used to
you felt cornered, and when people feel cornered, they lash their way out with teeth and claws.
"will you stop complaining?" you bit, turning away from remus and sitting down on the bed with more force than necessary.
you knew he was frowning without looking, you knew him too well, and it made you rub your temples with a quiet groan.
hands metaphorically in the air, he made a conscious effort to lower his volume, "i am not- i'm not complaining, i'm sorry if it came across that way."
frustration boiled inside of you. or nausea. or both, you weren't sure.
"you are!" you were louder than before, "you are and it's really fucking unfair!"
"hey-"
you cut him off, "no, remus stop!"
as you stood and turned abruptly, the harsh words died in your throat. he looked dejected. crestfallen. something hooked in your gut, sinking it effectively.
"remus..." it was hardly a whisper, but he shifted to it. away from the door he'd subconsciously backed up towards.
this wasn't how any argument you'd seen worked. backing down? looking defeated? no more shouting?
"remus, i-" you reached for him and he instantly linked your hands, not meeting your eye.
after a moment, remus mumbled, "i'm sorry," running circles on your wrist bone with his thumb.
sorry? why's he sorry? i'm being unreasonable, you voiced your thoughts and he shrugged.
you shook your head, deflating and filled with shame, "no, no, remus... no, i'm sorry. i... i'm just sorry."
the words were getting stuck in your throat like insects in tree sap, trying to force their way out but cruelly contained indefinitely.
"what happened, baby? i didn't mean to be insensitive, or to upset you. i honestly had no ulterior motive, i just wanted to know if you'd put the washing on yet or not..."
tears stung the back of your eyes, guilt curled in your chest. why had that happened? why did you react that way?
you shook your head with a choked sob, having no valid answer. but remus thought he had it sussed out now.
"please don't take this the wrong way," the warning made you feel ill. remus shouldn't have to talk with a caution sign.
he continued, "but is this about your parents? i heard them fighting when we visited last weekend... is that normal?"
you just nodded mutely. it wasn't an excuse.
with a sigh, "not every disagreement has to be a court case, love. there's no judges, no persecution."
another nod.
"i'm really sorry, rem... please don't be mad at me. please don't think i'm mad at you, i'm not."
"i know, love, i know," he hummed, pulling you towards him before you begun to cry.
your short breaths became hiccups. all you could think about was how awful you'd been to someone so kind and loving, how defensive you'd gotten over a simple question.
through the spasm of your diaphragm, you managed to hurriedly convey, "i don't want a relationship like my parents, my grandparents. i don't want to be part of this cycle. it's not fair to you. or me. i- i don't want... i'll try to be better, and..."
you couldn't finish, but remus understood. hesitantly, feeling you didn't quite deserve the privilege, you pressed a kiss to the base of his throat.
"it's alright. we'll figure it out, yeah? we'll work through it."
still sensing the tendril of shame squeeze your heart, you muttered a meek, "promise?"
remus locked your pinkies in the small space between you.
"promise."
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Don’t Let Me Fall, Chapter 8
A/N Thank you for your patience while I worked out some issues with this chapter. I hope that you’re as happy with how it turned as I am! It ends with a bit of a cliffhanger, but the good news is that I’ve got part of Chapter 9 already written.
For those who have asked about the inspiration for Jamie and Claire’s routine, you can find a video of it here. The move I’ve dubbed the “death spiral” starts at 1:12.
Previous chapters can be read here.
Over the course of his years as an athlete and aerialist, Jamie had noted there were two types of performers. There were those who excelled at the physical aspect of their jobs. Technically proficient, they drew joy and inspiration from the perfection of each move and sequence. The audience’s enjoyment was an unintended consequence of their own focus on execution in its purest form. He counted himself and most of his peers amongst this group.
Then there was the rarer specimen. No less physically adept, their motivation was the audience. Put them in an empty room and their performance would suffer. But in front of spectators, they outshone the spotlights, bringing something ineffable to the stage that could neither be taught or contrived.
Witnessing Claire Beauchamp perform to a sold-out tent of rapt Japanese spectators, Jamie understood once and for all just how rare a jewel she was. For while she had learned and then mastered the physical discipline that was the aerial straps with astonishing ease, her performance was on an entirely different level now that they were on tour.
Night after night their act, placed just before the intermission of Tropico, drew a crescendo of sighs and gasps as Jamie lifted, twirled and spun Claire through the air like an iridescent feather. His body was the podium on which to display the art that was his partner, and he’d never been more honoured to play a supporting role. She deserved every accolade, so when the klieg lights blazed for their second curtain call, he took a large step backwards, gesturing to Claire and bathing in pride as the typically reticent Japanese crowd acknowledged her with thunderous applause.
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I had been to Japan once before, a three day stay while touring with the Royal Ballet. We’d been entertained from morning to night, but my jet-lagged memories blurred Shinto shrines, imperial palaces and outdoor tea ceremonies into a chaotic cherry blossom slide show.
By contrast, the three weeks spent in Tokyo with Cirque des Étoiles left plenty of time for personal exploration, even with eight weekly shows and our regular curriculum of strength training and stretching. With over two hundred artists, stagehands, musicians and supporting personnel, we took over a large hotel not far from where the touring big top was set up in Yoyogi Park, which meant all of downtown Tokyo and its eternal hum was at our doorstep.
Once my internal clock had adjusted, I developed a bit of a routine, rising early to walk the tree-line paths in the nearby park. While the winter branches were bare, it was still an oasis of tranquility in the middle of one of the world’s largest cities. After breakfast, I joined one of the group Pilates sessions before making my way to the hotel gym where the physical trainers put me through my paces. That left a handful of hours of leisure before I needed to report to the big top for costume and make-up.
“Did ye ken fugu is the Japanese word fer puffer fish, Tourist? Tis considered a delicacy, despite being more deadly than cyanide if it’s no’ properly prepared.”
And through it all, there was Jamie. Always Jamie.
He was standing in the doorframe of my hotel room, nearly obscuring my view of the hall. His hair was damp, darkening his curls to the colour of myrhh. A subtle sniff yielded a whiff of sage and tree sap, the remnants of his post-workout shower in the room next door.
Either by design or cosmic happenstance, Jamie and I were placed in adjoining rooms. By and large, this was very convenient as we spent most of our free time together. It was only late at night, body weary but nerves jangling from another magic experience soaring through the air in his arms, that the convenience turned to torment. Through the wall, I could hear Jamie going about his nightly routine, talking quietly on the phone to his family, settling into the mattress with a greedy sigh. It took all my will power not to knock on the connecting door, knowing as I did that on the other side lay a promise of paradise.
“I’m pretty certain our employer would take exception to us eating potentially deadly fish, Fraser,” I smirked, returning to the search for an umbrella as Jamie flopped down on my bed.
“Ye’re probably right. What about regular sushi, then? Yi Tien was tellin’ me about a place he tried the o’her day.”
I made a vague affirmative noise as I continued to open and close drawers and peer beneath the bed.
“What are ye lookin’ for?”
“My umbrella. I swear I hung it up in the closet yesterday, but it’s not there.”
Jamie glanced towards the window, a rogue curl falling rakishly over one eye.
“Tis barely a smirr. Ye dinna need one.”
As it turned out, Jamie’s definition of a smirr involved us having to hop around puddles and duck under awnings as we ran, laughing, to a nearby office tower. We were both quite damp as we descended, paradoxically, into the basement where there were a handful of small shops. Jamie ushered me through the door of one of these with a shrug, and we entered another world.
A tiny Zen garden of rocks and bamboo greeted us. I was now familiar with the Japanese custom that dictated we remove our outdoor footwear before entering any private space. Jamie cursed as he tried to jam his massive feet into the modestly sized slippers provided by the restaurant.
“Look on the bright side,” I teased him as a kimono-clad hostess led us to our table. “You can tell everyone that you’re big in Japan.”
“I’m big pretty much everywhere, Tourist.” An awkward beat. “Uhhhh, that didna come out quite right,” he hastened to add with a blush.
I could feel the colour rush to my own cheeks as I valiantly tried to stifle my giggles. I should have taken pity on Jamie’s Freudian slip, but I found I couldn’t. Having spent a significant amount of time pressed intimately against his body, I also knew it wasn’t an idle boast. Jamie glared at me playfully, but I caught the corner of his mouth pleating.
We were ushered into a small room divided from the rest of the restaurant by rice paper screens. Watching all six feet four inches of muscular Scot try to fold his limbs on the tatami mat in such a way as to allow him to approach the low table set off my giggles again.
“Ye’re having a great deal o’ fun at my expense, Tourist,” Jamie grumbled good naturedly after our hostess left with a graceful bow.
“I can’t help it. You’re like Gulliver in Lilliput!”
As it turned out, Gulliver’s Travels was one of Jamie’s favourite childhood stories and my comment initiated a conversation in which we lobbed the names of beloved books and authors at each other, finding we had a great many in common.
The sushi was undoubtedly good, although I had no recollection of what we ate. What I did recall, long after we’d left Japan, was watching Jamie struggle with his chopsticks while he regaled me with a boyhood anecdote about digging his very own hobbit hole on his family’s estate. There were raindrops scattered across the shoulders of his denim shirt, turning the fabric the exact same shade as his eyes.
***
Touring with Cirque des Étoiles was grueling work. It sounded idyllic, travelling from place to place and experiencing local culture while performing to sold out audiences night after night. There came a time, however, where Jamie just wanted to watch some television in a language he understood, make a proper home-cooked meal, and sleep in his own bed.
Fortunately, the Cirque planned each tour around the very real risk of performer burnout. Which was why, after their five-week run in Hong Kong was over, Tropico went on one-week hiatus. Performers had the option of flying home, taking a local vacation, or moving on to the Cirque’s next locale and waiting for their colleagues to catch up to them.
“Have ye ever been tae Bangkok, Tourist?”
Claire was rummaging through a stall of trinkets in the local night market, searching for a suitable souvenir. Steam from a nearby cart selling roasted chestnuts was making Jamie’s wame rumble and he wondered if he could convince his partner to take a break from her treasure hunt to grab a bite to eat.
“No, never. Have you?”
Finally settling on a jade figurine in the shape of a cat, Claire began to haggle with the vendor over the price. Jamie watched on in amusement as she used her expressive hands and the calculator on her phone to arrive at a price that both she and the store owner pretended was an expedient hardship. Her cheeks were flushed with victory as she joined him back on the street and he could finally answer her question.
“Aye, on a weekend break when Quitan passed through Hanoi a few years back.”
“Well, you can give me some pointers before you leave. I’ll have a whole seven days to explore, after all. Is everything alright with your arm?”
Without realizing it, Jamie had been rubbing his wrist. A nervous gesture, he supposed.
“Oh, aye. Nothin’ tae fear, Tourist.”
He was quiet as they navigated the tightly packed pedestrian street, lights strung overhead making it as bright as day. There was something he’d been meaning to ask Claire, but he’d been putting it off and now it felt like it was almost too late.
“You’re going to Phnom Penh, right?” she asked while they leafed through a selection of Chinese calligraphy on vellum, the chop marks bright red against their pale backgrounds.
“For a few days, aye. I’ll be spending most of the time in Siem Reap. Seeing Angkor Wat, y’ken?”
“Sounds lovely,” Claire replied, although to his ears it sounded half-hearted.
Jamie glanced sideways at his partner, trying to read her expression. She was so lovely, lustrous skin reflecting the sodium lights and hair curling wildly in the humidity. Doubt sharpened its teeth on his insecurities, but he shoved it away and drew a fortifying breath.
“Tourist, I’ve been meanin’ tae ask ye… and ye dinna need feel obliged…but would ye…that is, could ye see yerself…ifrinn, what I’m tryin’ tae say is, would ye consider comin’ tae Cambodia wi’ me? As my friend?”
Claire stopped walking and was staring up at him, her eyebrows furled in consideration. Nearby, someone set off a firecracker that had them both flinching.
“As your friend,” Claire clarified, managing to sound both relieved and disappointed.
“Aye. I enjoy yer company, Tourist, as ye ken well. T’would be a more enjoyable break if ye came wi’ me. Plus, I wouldna need tae worry about ye in Thailand all alone. I’m stayin’ in budget hotels. There’s sure tae be another room available. And we can always explore Bangkok t’gether later, between shows.”
The certainty returned to those honey-gold eyes that haunted his dreams. A strong hand, delicate and warm, linked with his own.
“Together.”
***
Our hotel in Singapore was arranged around a massive rain tree, with each guestroom facing an interior arcade. While this made for a pleasant view each morning, it also meant a long walk from the lobby to my door. I was coming around the final corner when I caught sight of John Grey entering a room about halfway down the hallway. There was nothing unusual about this except that I was fairly confident my former partner’s room was on a different hallway. In fact, I was certain the room he’d gone into belonged to Clarence Marylebone.
When I’d first realized the artistic director was on tour with Tropico, I’d expressed my surprise to Jamie.
“Tis no’ as unusual as ye may think,” Jamie had said between mouthfuls of udon. “A circus show is ne’er a finished work. Routines evolve. Talent changes. Even the costumes and music may need to be adjusted tae accommodate cultural norms.”
His explanation made sense, and it was the last time I’d given much thought to the pompous playboy getting a free ride around East Asia. Until now.
I desperately wanted to tell Jamie what I thought I saw, but he and John had only just begun to mend their frayed friendship. Without any way to confirm what John might have been doing in Marylebone’s room (although I could guess), I kept the incident to myself.
The following Sunday was a rare night off and some of the troupe went out on the town to celebrate. Ever since we’d returned from Cambodia, I had noticed the other performers treated Jamie and I like a couple, always assuming we’d want to sit together at breakfast or share a taxi to the circus grounds. We were no more a romantic couple than we had been before we left for Cambodia, but I certainly wasn’t going to set them straight. As Jamie had implied, it was only a matter of timing.
“Rickshaws!” Mary, typically soft-spoken, had consumed a fair number of Singapore Slings, and was therefore shouting animatedly at anything that caught her eye.
“Let’s take them back to the hotel,” I suggested, not particularly interested in navigating the uneven cobbled streets in my slingbacks.
“Let’s race them back to the hotel,” Mary countered.
There were three rickshaws and nine of us, so logic dictated three per bike. Mary dragged me into the nearest one, with Jamie at my heels. Before he could climb in, however, I grabbed Yi Tien Cho and pulled him up next to me.
“Tired o’ me already, Tourist?” Jamie joked, his eyes smoky in the dim light.
“No offence, Fraser, but you weigh more than three Yi Tien’s. And if there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I hate to lose!”
With a hail of laughter, our driver accelerated away, motivated no doubt by Mary’s offer of a generous tip if we outpaced our colleagues.
“Come on, Jamie, jump in with us!” John cried from another rickshaw.
Watching over my shoulder I felt a warmth that overpowered the glow of alcohol observing Jamie and John, giddy as schoolboys, crying out encouragement to their driver. The incident surrounding Marylebone’s hotel room faded from my mind as I listened to Jamie’s booming laugh echo across the narrow street.
***
My partner had been acting oddly all day. After months in each other’s back pockets, we’d recently spent a week apart when Jamie travelled home to Scotland, and I visited with friends in Sydney. He seemed happy enough to see me again when we regrouped in Melbourne but had since grown quiet and distant. The previous night I heard him tossing and turning through the thin shared wall of our hotel. The water from his shower turning on woke me in the early morning hours. Perhaps he was jetlagged.
I resolved to give him space. Jamie worked incredibly hard, with an intensity that was almost frightening. If that made him moody from time to time, so be it. Instead of inviting him on my afternoon visit to the St Kilda Botanical Garden, I slipped out quietly while he was conferring with Roland, one of the staff physiotherapists.
That night Jamie’s smile when we met backstage for our warm-up was radiant, and possibly a touch relieved.
“There ye are, Tourist. Ye look beautiful.”
To my everlasting surprise, Jamie bent down and placed a tender kiss on the shell of my ear, one of the few places not artfully decorated in stage make-up. I was wearing the same costume he’d seen me in for the past three months, but I tingled all over in pleasure nevertheless.
“Uhhh, thank you. So, umm… so do you.” Dressed as Marylebone’s vision of a noble savage, my partner wore little more than a loin cloth and some artfully applied vine leaves, but his perfectly formed body was beauty incarnate, so I wasn’t exaggerating.
Jamie’s grin was reaching mythical proportions. Before we could continue to stare at each other like addled simpletons, our five-minute call crackled over the stage director’s walkie talkie.
“Time tae get tae work,” Jamie said ruefully. “Let’s make it one fer the ages, a’right partner?”
“You’re on,” I replied, placing my hand in his as we went to our marks.
And it was. Whatever had dampened Jamie’s mood had passed like a thunderstorm, leaving him charged and utterly magnetic. My afternoon spent surrounded by nature, the relief of seeing Jamie return to his usual sanguine self, his unexpected kiss; they all combined to lift my spirits and send a wash of endorphins through my veins. Together, we were magic. Every touch, every gesture was a perfectly struck note, humming in the air around us until I was convinced I could hear it.
So attuned was I to Jamie’s body that I knew something was amiss before it happened. He was lowering me around his body like a hula hoop using his stronger left hand in preparation for the move I’d dubbed the death spiral. One millisecond he was securing his grip on my ankle and the next I was being heaved skyward in an act of super-human strength. Instinct forced me to grab for the loose strap where I clung for an endless second, staring at Jamie’s stricken face in disbelief. Before I could even make sense of what had happened, he was gone. A sickening thud was the last thing I heard before pandemonium erupted.
Someone was shouting at the audience to stay calm. A high-pitched wail sounded like a siren but turned out to be rising from the very pit of my stomach. I peered downwards, searching madly for some sign that Jamie had survived the fall, but the stage lights blinded me. My strap was lowered slowly, far too slowly, to the stage. No sooner had my feet touched the ground than I was rushing to where Jamie lay, a motionless bulk surrounded by stagehands and the staff medic. I pushed someone aside to kneel by his head. When I saw his marine blue eyes were open, I bent forward, unable to contain my relief.
“Jamie?” My hands fluttered near his face, afraid to touch him anywhere he may have been hurt. I settled for brushing back his curls where they clung to his damp forehead.
“He’s dislocated his shoulder,” I heard the medic advise, and one glance at the gruesomely distorted joint confirmed this was true.
“Hold still, Jamie. They’ll need to pop the bone back into place.”
I had to lower my head even further to make out his voice, more shape than sound.
“I dinna have. Much choice. In the matter. Tourist. Got the wind. Knocked fair out o’ me.”
The fact that he was able to joke, however feebly, when he probably should have been dead broke the icy dam that was holding back my emotions. They rushed out in a flood, and the swiftest was anger.
“What the hell was that stunt you just pulled, Jamie? You could have been killed!”
His eyes were growing unfocused with pain, each breath a ragged pant, but he still managed to answer.
“Promised ye. I wouldna. Let ye. Fall.”
His words hit me like a slap.
“Such a bloody hero,” I groaned, unable to hold onto my anger in the face of my gratitude.
“No’ a hero, Tourist. Jes. A man in love.”
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Hello, how are you doing? I came to request a Agoti with an S/O who happens to be Tabi's little sister. (PS: If you go to both Tabi and Agoti's wikis it says that they are best friends.)
I’m doing well, despite school and work just sapping away all of my motivation and energy. Also I think that’s pretty neat that those two are friends! (Also I hope you don’t mind me making reader gender neutral)
*You are Tabi’s younger sibling, which wasn’t bad, but he can be a tad protective of you, especially when it comes to you dating
*though, when Tabi found out that you were dating his best friend, Agoti, he didn’t seem… too upset about it, but was a little unsure. Of course the two had a talk about you two dating, but nothing too crazy
*Despite this, he knows he can trust Agoti to not hurt you, so he isn’t completely in you guys’ business
*before you and Agoti got together, you had told him about being Tabi’s sibling, which he doesn’t mind at all, that he still loves you!
*if you’re unsure about something when it comes to Agoti (like you want to surprise him with a gift or something) you can ask Tabi!
*and vice versa with Agoti. He loves to surprise you with little gifts here and there, and he’s super happy when you tell him you enjoy the things he gets for you
*Agoti is only ever really affectionate towards you, but only when you two are by yourselves. Other times, he will only ever really hold hands with you in public.
#friday night funkin#fnf#sfw#anonymous#agoti#fnf agoti#agoti/reader#agoti x reader#tabi#fnf tabi#x reader#reader insert
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Mirrorverse Crossover - Deeds: A Filler Short
As TiAlya helped the school’s chefs place the last item of food on the table, she couldn’t help but smile as she looked over their work. She had assisted the school with meals before, but never on such a large scale. Sure, it had been nervewracking during the cooking process, but in the end, it turned out great. There were a variety of meats and veggies for people to enjoy. There were dishes not just from her home, but from the countries that her heroic and villainous classmates came from. She turned around to face the chefs, beaming with pride.
“Thanks again for ya help, everyone. I couldn’tve done it without y’all. This dinner’s gonna be the bee’s knees!” TiAlya exclaimed. The chefs cheered at her remark, and went to the other side of the dining room. They would have a dinner of their own while being ready to provide new plates for the guests.
“You went all out for this, tadpole! I’m impressed!”
The compliment came from her darling Fairy GodBro. She went over to hug her boyfriend. “You know it, darlin’.” She replied. “I’ve got a bunch of hungry mouths to feed, and I don’t cut corners.” He nodded and smirked. “You never do. Heck, neither do I, thanks to you.” GodBro said. They held hands as they exited the dining room through the left entrance, and saw all of their heroic classmates chattering as BluRore tried to get their attention.
“Everyone, could I get your attention please?” BluRore asks. They stopped conversing and looked at the fairy.
“Now, I know that we didn't exactly get off on the right foot with our counterparts today.” BluRore said. It was at this point that some of the heroes began grumbling about the events that occurred.
“No kidding!” Kimules barked. “I normally don’t like hitting people if they’re not a real danger, but today I HAD to make an exception!”
“It was horrible, utterly horrible! Do you know how traumatizing it is to be berated and insulted by your own reflection? One who acts like your mother?” Chloestasia complained. Aladdix couldn’t help but speak up.
“Bullying sucks, doesn’t it, Chloe?” Aladdix snarked. Chloestasia whipped around to face her.
“Thanks for reminding me of my past, Alix. You’re such an empath, really helping me out in a time of despair.” Chloestasia remarked, her voice positively dripping with sarcasm. Still Aladdix didn’t get the hint.
“It’s all good, Chlo. Just making sure you don’t forget.” Aladdix smirked, oblivious to the fact that Chloestasia had heard her insult during the meeting with Lady Chloe.
“May I continue?” BluRore asked. There was silence once again. “Thank you. Remember, this dinner is going to serve as a peace treaty of sorts. I'm not asking you to treat them as friends, but to show them the respect and hospitality that we share as heroes. I can't promise that they'll do the same. In fact, they'll probably try and get in our heads, bring us down to their level.” she stated.
TiAlya stood beside her, once again showing the fact that she was the “Mom” of Miss Bustier’s class, as BluRore was the “Mom” for Miss Mendeleiev’s class.
“Blue’s right, ya’ll! If we let them upset us, they win! So let’s just be civil, and put the best foot forward, okay?” Marilan spoke up to join her best friend in motivation. “Be honorable, even if they do not show us the same respect. Now, let's show them what we're all about!” Marilan replied.
The class gave a cheer, ready to take the high road. Outside the right entrance to the dining hall, the villains were sneering and muttering about having to play nice to these group of saps.
“Those heroes just think they’re so NOBLE, don’t they? That they’re being so KIND by extending an olive branch to us! How pathetic!” Juleficent chuckled, with her friends scoffing at the very idea. Cosetteweather piped up at this moment.
“I have experience with this sort of thing. It's all PR. They think that by being nice they'll get us to listen to what they have to say.” Cosetteweather replied, adjusting their glasses. Their girlfriend nodded in agreement.
“Acting nice to lower their guard. I know that method as well.” ZoeHans stated. “Asss do I.” Jafardrien hissed.
“Heh! Well at least they’re giving us food. I’m starving.” Kimton barked, rubbing his rumbling stomach. YzAlya was hungry as well, but not just hungry for food.
“I hope they have drinks for us. I've been dying to try out some new potions.” YzAlya said, cackling as she rubbed her hands together in anticipation.
“Now hold on, Alya. I’ve had some run-ins with southern cooks, and let’s just say it would be wise not to mess with their food.” Doctor Cabello interrupted, shuddering at the memories of being chased around the city by angry chefs. YzAlya sighed and nodded, reluctantly scrapping her plans for that night.
“So what shall we DO then?” Madame Sabrina asked, frustrated at the lack of fun they could have. “Surely we are not just going to have a pleasant dinner with these pests.” She scoffed, sticking up her nose at the thought of it. Lady Chloe put a gentle hand on Madame Sabrina’s shoulder, giving her a knowing smile.
“Of course not, my dear. Think of it as any other important meeting. We act subtle and play nice, but probe them for information. Find the extent of what they can do, in order to help us later.” Lady Chloe replied. The rest of the villains smiled and nodded in agreement. Quite a plan to come from one of the less powerful members of the group. Jeanatoa rolled his eyes and played with one of his gold necklaces, spinning it around on one of his claws.
“Whatever it is that they can do, I guarantee will be drab compared to us. We’re fabulous, darlings! No one can match our power.” Jeanatoa boasted.
“Normally I’d agree with you, Jean,” Mylensula countered. “But some of them are pretty powerful. We’ve seen what Fairy Boy, Ice King and Mr. Muscle God can do. Who knows what abilties some of the others may have?” Ivan Oogie was quick to reassure his beloved sea witch.
“They could be gods, and we'd still beat 'em! Don't you worry about that, scallop.” Ivan Oogie cooed, as he nuzzled her face. Mylensula giggled and used a tentacle to pat him on the head.
“Well spoken, Ivan!” Juleficent replied. “These heroes may believe they’re superior to us, but they don’t know the power they’re going up against! But in time, we will show them. We will show them all!”
And with those words of encouragement, she let out a malicious cackle, leading her classmates in a bout of evil laughter. After the laughter slowed to a halt, and the villains entered the dining room at the same time as the heroes. The students of DuPont taunted the other class, jeering at them, trying to get them to lose their cool. ZoeHans walked up to TiAlya and offered her hand to shake. The princess showed off her smarmiest smile.
“Now before we begin, we really do want to thank you all for inviting us to join you tonight! I’m sure we’ll all have a delightful meal together!” ZoeHans said, with a syrupy tone to her voice. TiAlya heard the other villains snickering as she shook the hand reluctantly. She was unable to stop a touch of frostiness to enter her tone when responding.
“The pleasure’s all ours!” TiAlya replied curtly. The rest of the heroes nodded tersely, clearly annoyed with their counterparts as well. Everyone sat in their assigned seats, which were each adjusted to fit the varying weights and heights. Kimules pulled out AriOndine’s chair for her, earning a disgusted look from his counterpart. Jeanzco propped his feet on the table, only to lower them at a stern glare from TiAlya. BluRore chided Kagamerida and Marilan to take their weapons off the table. The two grumbled as they did so. ) Dinner had officially begun.
Julebeast couldn’t help but stare at the utensils, waiting for a song to break out like at home. Queen Rose Candy looked around for a desert to eat. Reshma Hook used a sword to chop her food.
“May I just take a moment to say thank you to Alya, as well as the other chefs, for preparing this wonderful meal for us!” BluRore said. TiAlya blushed as her friends sounded off their thanks. Even some of the villains had to admit that the food looked exceptional.
“Aww, it was nothin'! Just wanted to combine some southern cookin with these fancy meals made at Francois. And if you like what ya eat, make sure to come on down to my mama's restaurant. It's the bee's knees!” TiAlya gushed. Her counterpart made a mocking gesute with her hand as she scowled at TiAlya.
“It’s the ‘bee’s knees’! Yes, yes, whatever. Can we eat now?” YzAlya snapped. The heroes simply ignored her and everyone began to dig in to their food. The villains were pleasantly surprised to find that their meals were delicious. The Mad King had a large grin on his face as he looked at TiAlya. “I must admit, this is a wonderful feast! I should execute my chef and replace him with you.” He chirped. TiAlya gulped in shock, though she really should’ve expected someone as demented as him to execute the staff if he felt like it. “Well, um…thank you, darlin’! I’m…flattered!“ TiAlya replied, sweating nervously and wiping at her brow. Fairy GodBro recognized his girlfriend was starting to feel distressed, and stepped in.
“Yeah, Alya’s gonna open up her own restaurant someday! Gonna be the crown jewel of New Orleans!” GodBro proclaimed, beaming at his special tadpole. As a fellow resident of the town, Doctor Cabello couldn’t help but smirk a little. “Not if we have anything to say about it.” they muttered, looking over at the snickering Ivan Oogie. Demolition Denise looked at their counterpart and frowned. They stood up straight, showing off their height and muscle.
“What’s that you said, hon? Didn’t quite catch it.” they asked, cracking their knuckles. The shadow witch remained calm on the outside, but their shadow cowered in fear. “Nothin important, darlin’.”
A few minutes passed before Cosetteweather decided to commence the plan. “So…what do you heroes mostly do around here? Classes? For fun?” it asked, finding a way to transition smoothly into the next questions about their powers.
“Well,” Sabrinnochio answered. “We still learn about all the subjects. Math, Literature, Science, all that stuff. We also learn how to help others.” Kimules glowed upon being reminded of the training exercises. “Yeah, we actually have courses on being good heroes! They’re super cool, we even get to fight mechanical monsters sometimes! Which me and my dude, Ivan, NAIL by the way!” Kimules bragged, giving QuasiIvan a fist bump.
“We do pretty normal teen stuff for fun.” AriOndine chirped. “Hang out, go to parties, take part in hobbies. But we also save people when we're out of class.”
The villainous students scoffed at the concept of saving people. Why on earth would people spend time helping those weaklings? Kagamerida decided to speak up before another argument broke out. “I shouldn't ask, but what about you lot? What do you do at your school?” she questioned.
The evil version of her girlfriend let out a excited laugh. “Why, we RUN that old dump, darling! Almost all of the teachers are under our thumbs, isn’t that right, my dear friends?”
There were cackles and nods of agreement from the other evildoers.
“Principal Numbnuts used to be a bit of a problem. Thankfully Ivan and Mylene took care of that.” Mireides smirked.
“The man was arrogant. Thinking he could have power of a boy of God such as myself.” Simon Frollo stated, with a smug look of superiority.
“Such vile beings.” Marilan muttered, frowning until noticing the small smile on her girlfriend’s face.
“Wait just a moment. You said almost all of the teachers?” Kagamerida said, with a grin so sly it would put Honest Nino’s to shame. This remark caused the air of arrogance from the villains to disappear. Ivan Oogie growled a little.
“Well, there’s still that bonehead Vivica. I tell ya, she ain’t no Pumpkin Queen. She’s a phony!” Ivan Oogie snarled.
“And rotten Miss Mendeleiev’s still fighting back.” Reshma Hook admitted.
“It matters not, my friendsss.” Jafardrien reassured. “We shall triumph in the end.”
While the others were speaking, QRC had glitched behind Roselle and covered her plate of food with salt. Juleficent chuckled and made her counterpart’s drink to be simmering hot with her magic.
JuleBeast was about to give the two of them a piece of her mind, when Roselle stopped her. She turned to the other students and smiled.
“I've got a great idea! How about we share our deeds?” Roselle said. “Us heroes can show you the benefits of helping others, and you can try and show us the joy in... well... hurting them.”
Lady Chloe couldn’t help but smile. This was the moment they had been waiting for.
“Oh, that sounds just lovely dear!” Lady Chloe cooed. “Do regale us with your wondrous tales of heroism!”
The heroes decided to do exactly that. TiAlya beamed as she stared at her boyfriend.
“Well, my sugah Dumplin’ is the best fairy godfamily anyone could have! He’s been makin’ dreams come true since he could walk!” TiAlya explained, causing the fairy to blush and rapidly flap his wings. He felt embarassed yet grateful as other heroes prasied him. “Aw, come on, babe. It’s just my job.” he replied.
“Don't be so modest. If it weren't for you, I'd still be working under my stepmother.” CinderZoe thanked, causing Chloestasia to frown a little. She hated being reminded of times before she changed. “And I’d be trapped a tower!” Adripunzel added. The villains were practically gagging at the idea of using magic for the benefit of others. YzAlya once again looked upon GodBro with such revulsion.
“Well.... aren’t you just the sweetest.” YzAlya said, with a tone riddled with sarcasm. She then looked at Honest Nino, and chuckled. She lovingly stroked his fur, causing him to let out a happy trill. “You know that hits the spot, babe.” Honest Nino purred.
“My darling foxy boy has been scamming since he was able to talk. Without a crumb of magic, he’s been able to con suckers out of their valuables.” she replied, seeing Honest Nino preen upon hearing the compliments. “What can I say? Sucker born every minute.” he replied coolly, with a shit-eating grin. This bravado didn’t last long, as his face fell. “But I’m not stupid. I know I’m not the baddest guy here.” The sorceress supreme was quick to comfort her boyfriend, getting him to look in her eyes.
“Darling, it’s like we’ve told you! Your love for villainy that makes you one of us!” she said, tenderly stroking his face. The other villains were quick to give genuine words of encouragement to him.
“Don’t sssell yourssself short, bro. Your sskills of smoothtalking are unmatched.” Jafardrien said, a surprisingly warm smile on his face. Honest Nino couldn’t help but grin again. “Yeah, I guess I forget sometimes. Thank you, babe. And the rest of you!”
Some of the more forgiving heroes couldn’t help but smile. Even if they were pure evil, they cared for each other.
“So who’s up next?” Fairy GodBro asked. At this moment, Kimules decided to hype up his lil buddy, sitting next to him..
“I gotta shout out my buddy, Max! He’s making healthcare really speedy, using his techy stuff to advance the world, and he's an awesome tutor!” Kimules exclaimed. Simon Pan gave a thumbs up to Maxiro. “Yeah, without Max, who knows how many test we’d have failed.” the fairy replied. Maxiro just blushed and scratched the back of his head. “Thanks, everyone. I just do what I can.” Maxiro replied, letting out a quick grunt of pain as Kimules gave him a mighty pat on the back. The demigod gave him a silent apology.
“Oh, whoop-dee-doo, you made a pillow robot that can be a nurse!” Mari De Vil snarked, turning to look at Maxdrome with pride. “OUR Maxie here, he’s created weapons that could vaporize half the worlds population!” The evil counterpart just chuckled as he took a sip from his drink. “Not to mention wiping out half the supers in this city.” he boasted. Sleeping Nath gasped, feeling the inner comic nerd in him screaming with horror. “Y-you kill superheroes?” he trembled. Maxdrome just rolled his eyes. “Yes. Wiping out means "kill", I didn't know we had a student with an iq level of -40.” Maxdrome snarked. MarcElsa simply had to make a shard of ice appear in his hand to get the inventor to shut up.
“Well, my songbird is such a kind soul.” QuasiIvan gushed. “She never makes anyone feel unwelcome, no matter who they are!“ Sleeping Nath nodded at that statement. “She founded an organization that’s made HUGE progress in protecting the woodland creatures and their habitats! It’s cut down over-hunting by over 40%!” he replied. She laughed and gave him a warm smile.
“An organization I founded with you, silly” she reminded, as he blushed. Kimton gaped in shock and disgust. “Why the hell'd you do something like that?! It's our right and purpose to hunt those that are weaker than us!” the hunter barked, pounding the table with his fist. Snow Mylene just gave him the world’s most terrifying death stare. “Would you like to repeat that?” she asked, her eyes piercing into his soul. He merely squeaked in fear, shrinking in his chair.
“Well, that’s all well and peachy. But it’s nothing compared to my cruelty.” Mylensula bragged. “I've created shipwrecks for a laugh, stolen voices with the signing of a contract, why, I even nabbed the King's voice, declared a war on landdwellers for the fun of it!” Upon seeing AriOndine recoil in horror, she gave a cackle of delight.
“I’d ask if you care about all the innocent merfolk you got killed, but I think I know the answer!” AriOndine said bitingly, as Mylensula glanced at her fingernails.
“Ooh, spare me the judgement, fishy. They were the ones dumb enough to fall for my trap.” she snickered. “And I’ll spare you details of what MY father would do to you if you tried to pull that in this world.” AriOndine thought to herself. Snow Mylene cleared her throat, eager to change the subject.
“Well, I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for my Ivan. He was the one who revived me from a deathly sleep.” she said thankfully, as Ivan looked away bashfully. “Of course, Snow. I was never gonna let you pass away.” Ivan Oogie let out a rough and mocking laugh as Mylensula makes a gagging motion with her finger.
“My scallop would never get ‘erself in a place needin’ ME to save ‘er!” the boogieman replied, as his girlfriend beamed at him. “And if I can be frank a moment, bein’ saved by a marshmella like you is just embarassin’!“ QuasiIvan couldn’t help but feel embarassed at that remark. It was at this point that Demolition Denise decided to stick up for their friend.
“Hey Bug Breath, why don’t you shove it? Our boy Ivan is A LOT more badass than you villains know! You ever fight off TWELVE rock golems on your own, “Boogey”?“
The villains all gasped, sincerely impressed. Rock golems were NO pushovers, they were incredibly strong and usually ended up being around 7-8 feet tall. Ivan Oogie could only hang his head in shame. “N-No...” The hero felt a little pity for his counterpart. “Hey, I’m sure your deeds are really evil!” he encouraged hesitantly.
“Well, my buggyboo may not spend his time messing around with rock giants-”
“They were already attacking our school.” Simon Pan argued. The sea witch glared at him for interrupting.
“Yes, yes, whatever. Anyway, Ivan’s the scariest there ever was! He’s every man, woman, child and otherwise’s worst nightmare!” Mylensula squealed, grinning menacingly. The boogieman perked right back up at this, letting out a dark chuckle. “So many people to scare!... and to eat. I can't even think a' my favorite meal. Well, Momma and Pop probably take the cake.” It was at this point that he began saliviating, his stomach rumbling at just the thought of chewing on their flesh. Te heroes just stared at him in utter horror. IsmaGenie conjured up a barf bag incase he needed to vomit. “You…you…Okay, know what? Not even gonna touch that! MOVING ON!” he shouted.
“I’m not the only one who does a lot of environmental work! Ondine’s Ocean Protextion Initiative has helped stop fishing in protected areas AND cleaned up around 30% of the trash and toxic waste polluting the oceans!” Snow Mylene said, leading her friends in giving AriOndine a round of applause. The forest princess was eager to change the subject. AriOndine just blushed and smiled thankfully. “Nicely done, princess.” Mylensula muttered, nodding in approval over her care for the aquatic life.
“Not to mention she had the bravery to talk down a disturbed KRAKEN!” QuasiIvan added. LeOndine shivered in disgust. “Ugh, ew! Why would you want to help such a gross, ugly monster?” she replied, getting a look of fury from Mylensula. “I have Kraken in my blood, you rotten twit. Choose your response wisely!” she seethed. LeOndine squeaked and immediately shut up.
“And to answer your question: from the tiny minnow to the enormous Kraken, ALL sea creatures are my people and deserving of compassion and respect from their princess!” AriOndine responded. Mylensula nodded in understanding. “Once again, you've said something I can agree with.”
“The kraken was just upset cuz his cave got wrecked by a sea storm. How are the repairs going by the way, ‘Dine?” MarcElsa asked. “Almost done?” she chirped.
Kimules blushed as he gave her a loving smile. “And she saved me as well” Kimules said. BluRore nodded, remembering the incident. “When a nasty, erm, incident caused us all to lose out powers, Kim almost got crushed by a pillar. Ondine saved his life.” she stated. Adripunzel couldn’t help but frown and look away from his friends. “Ondy, I’m sorry I couldn’t heal-” he was cut off by the mermaid. “It’s okay, Adrien. It was happening so fast.” she replied, making him feel more at ease. Kimton just made a disgusted face. “Who needs words when fighting solves problems?” he grunted. The lout stared at Kimules. “And you let your dame rescue you from death? I'd rather die in battle than be saved by a woman!” LeOndine nodded loyally, eager as always to please her darling hunter. Kimules was about to get up and teach this asshole another lesson, before being stopped by AriOndine. Mireides was still wondering how on earth the mermaid was in such healthy condition. “How the hell’s she so fit if she was crushed by that pillar?” she thought.
“Well what about you?” Jeanzco asked, looking at LeOndine, who was playing with her hair. “Oh, you know... I mostly just follow my Kimmy around.” she admitted. The brute just smiled, satisfied with the control over the girl. Marilan just rolled her eyes. “Of course. You know he doesn’t own you, right?”
LeOndine sputtered at the notion, desperately trying to find an argument. “H-he doesn't own me! I just like doing what he says... all the time.” This failed to change Marilan’s mind, as the emperor decided to change the focus to be on him.
“I'll just step in to do a little bragging of my own. Let's see... lowering poverty and homelessness as emperor, oh and teaching a junior drama class for elementary schools on the weekends. Boom baby! How's that for a hero?!” Jeanzco said, with a sly smile on their face. Their crab counterpart just laughed at his words.
“Why help other people with their money problems when you can take all the treasure you could possibly sparkle with? Yours truly robbed the palace of Atlantis! That fool of a King never saw it coming.” he bragged, showing off his stolen jewels in a theatrical manner. He beamed as they saw AriOndine’s murderous glare.
“Count yourself lucky you’re not from this world! The second you touch the pearl hair combs my grandma gave me, you’re CRAB CAKES. Got it?” she roared. Jeanatoa twitched and growled as their villainous friends looked agape. If there was one thing you never did with Jean, it was that. He leaped out of his seat, pincers ready to strike. “LOOKS LIKE I’M HAVING SEAFOOD AFTER ALL!” he roared. She just took out her fork and pointed it at him. “BRING IT!” she yelled. Adripunzel was quick in preventing a fight from breaking out. “Let’s all calm down. Nobody is hurting anyone, ok?” he pleaded. The two reluctantly sat back down. IsmaGenie was the next to hype up his friend.
“If you wanna talk about being selfless, you can’t top my best girl, here! Used her first and only wish to set me free of servitude permanently!“ IsmaGenie said, as Jafardrien clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Such a waste of power...” he muttered.
“She also set up a program that helps orphaned kids in the kingdoms with food, clothes and shelter!” CinderZoe added. This caused the tiger-human hybrid to laugh in shock.
“Heh! There's no way you're my real counterpart. I'd never spend money helping the weak. I hunt those who are inferior to me.” she snarled, her teeth bared and a grin of malice on her face.
“Oh yeah, so what have you done that makes you so special?” Aladdix questioned, admittedly a little scared to find out. The villain’s tail began wagging happily.
“Well, I rule the jungle for one! I love a good hunt, especially if the prey knows I’m there. Here’s a story you’ll LOVE! This gangly little mancub that wandered into my turf? Let’s just say, he made a good snack!” she said, giggling as she remembered how yummy he tasted. IsmaScar nodded, licking his lips. “We've always had a LOVE for meat, especially when it can talk.” he purred.
IsmaScar and Alix Khan began cackling psychotically, as Aladdix snarled in rage. “You killed an innocent child?! You sick twisted bastard!” she roared, going to grab her switchblade. IsmaGenie rushes in to stop her.
“Easy, Al. She isn’t worth it.” he pleaded. Aladdix just sighed and sat back down. Suddenly, Mimrore jumped out of her seat, raising her hand and shaking it around. She acted as if she were sitting in a classroom and listening to a teacher.
“Oooh! Pick me next! Pickmepickmepickme!” she squawked, causing her counterpart to groan in annoyance. “Fine.” she said, gritting her teeth. “What makes you evil?”
“Why I’m hideous! Practically revolting!” MimRore beamed as she hopped up on the table, beginning to belt out a sadistic song.
Mimrore:
Black sorcery is my cup of tea
I don't bend to reality, reality bends to me
The weather is changed with a flick of my hand
For I am the nuttiest in all the land.
Black sorcery is the ticket for me
To shift to a monster, which brings folk to flee
I delight and indulge in the wicked and gory
For it is my right, as the Mad Madam Aurore!
The heroes were speechless, not in awe, but in befuddlement. The villains whopped and cheered the performance, calling for an encore. MimRore just cackled and did a curtsy, as the Goddess of Death let her leap into their arms. Mireides spun her around and put her back down.
“…Okay, well…our Aurore is basically the number one squad mom ever! You can’t beat her.” Lacey said, causing BluRore to smile again. Sabrinnochio went over to hug the fairy. “I…I used to be part of a puppet show when I was little…they…weren’t very nice to me. Aurore saved me.” she admitted, tearing up a little. BluRore just took her wooden hand and looked into her eyes.
“I wasn’t going to leave you with that man, ‘Brina.“ she soothed. The girl nodded in understanding. “I know. You're my guardian angel after all.“
“You know what, Sabrina? You're an angel as well. Tell them about all the things you've done!” BluRore encouraged.
As Sabrinnchio struggled to respond, the heroes didn’t notice MimRore frowning. “They dismissed my tune.” she whimpered, before perking right back up again. “We’re gonna get revenge on those meanies. Right, sweetie?” she asked. Mireides rubbed her back. “You bet.” she growled. Nobody disrespected her ‘Rore like that.
Meanwhile, TiAlya was the first to sing the praises of the wooden girl. “This girl is too selfless for her own good! If there’s something nasty coming at one of us, you can bet she’ll take the hit if she can make it.” TiAlya replied, causing Sabrinnochio to shrug her shoulders. “Well, I’m made of wood! I can’t get hurt by most things, like you guys can!”
“She also started an outreach program for other kids who have been abused and exploited in show business!” Fairy GodBro added, giving a nod of approval to the idea. Honest Nino just rolled his eyes and pulled some spinach out of his teeth.
“Oh come on, those kids get roofs over their heads. That's all that matters to me. Ya gotta cut corners in show businsess.” he said, giving a huge shit-eating grin. Madame Sabrina snickered at that. “The only thing little brats are good for anyway is ransom money!” she sneered. “I should know.”
Sabrinnochio couldn’t help but shiver at her counterpart’s tone. “W-why do I get the feeling I'm going to be horrified?” Madame Sabrina had a demented smirk on her face as she began to tell her tale.
“There was this HUGE, legendary diamond that I just had to have! There was this little brat who knew how to find it! So I nabbed her! Once I had it, I’d let my crocs have her, HA! Can’t leave evidence!
Reshma Hook shivered at the mention of a certain reptile. “Don’t mention those blasted things again. I can hear the ticking in my head.” she pleaded. Madame Sabrina just ignored her and continued speaking.
“I would have had that precious jewel if not for these stupid little rodents!” she scowled. “Blasted MICE!” she roared, her skin as red as her hair. “I understand how you feel, darling.” Mari De Vil agreed, patting her on the back.
The heroes just stared at this display with looks of horror and anger.
“What is WRONG with you people?!” Aladdix said, unable to comprehend how vile these kids were. Lacey Gothel just rolled her eyes at the thief. “We're villains, girl. What's wrong to you, is very right to us.” she snarked.
“Well, here we value kindness and protecting others.” Roselle stated. “Which is what my Juleka did when she saved me, Zoé and Nathaniel from a whole pack of wolves!
“Seriously, Thank you, Juleka. I would have been mauled to pieces if you hadn’t got there when you did!“ Sleeping Nath said. “No need to thank me, Nathaniel. I'll always be there for my friends.” Julebeast replied, giving him a gentle smile.
“She also gave my brother shelter when he was caught in the storm. She’s the furthest thing from a monster!” Julebeast could only murmur a “thank you” in response. “I could be considered a “monster”, but only in appearance.” Julebeast replied. “You’re beautiful to me, Jul. Even before the curse had been lifted, you were still an angel in my eyes.” Roselle whispered as she kissed her girlfriend’s cheek. The Poison King had noticed that even though this curse had been lifted, the hero still had some beastly features, such as horns and claws.
“How come you did not return to being fully human?” he questioned. “I had the option, but decided not to take it.” she responded. The vain boy sputtered at this response. “My Stars, darling! Why in the name of all that’s wicked would you choose to remain a BEAST?!”
“Because it brought me confidence in myself. It allows me to be free and to show others that it doesn't matter about looks when it comes to being kind.” Julebeast responded. King Marc only scoffed at this idea.
“Well...” Juleficent purred. “Quite the noblewoman you are, a true hero.” Julebeast furrowed her brows, unsure where the insidious witch was going with this compliment. “And what about you?” she questioned. “What makes you such a villain? You put people to sleep?”
The Mistress of Evil gave a menacing laugh as she stroked the crystal ball on her staff.
“They shall sleep for the rest of eternity, not quite dead, not quite alive.” she replied. “And that is when I am feeling generous. Those who opposed me in the past were given a greater punishment.”
QRC was grinning from ear-to-ear, eager to hear her girlfriend’s tale of carnage. “Tell ‘em Jules! Tell ‘em what you did when those morons didn’t invite you!” she yelled.
“Ah yes. That was the event that brought me here.” Juleficent hummed. “It was the last day of middle school, and I had been having a blast, torturing and maiming those little peons who were my classmates. It had been a routine I had followed since infancy, using magic for the sake of villainy. I was feared, reviled, as a true queen of darkness! But on that day, I heard that a group of my victims were throwing a party, without me!”
Her face shifted to a furious snarl, causing Julebeast to step back, in case she was going to be attacked. “The nerve!” QRC squawked.
“I was outraged, not because I wanted to be invited by those brats, I had no care for if they liked me. No no, it was a sign of disrespect. I must ALWAYS be invited to an event, if not, you do not fear me, you disrespect me!” she hissed, before letting out a twisted chuckle.
“So... I had my darling brother find out the location of the gathering, disguising him as an innocent raven. He did as I asked, and I showed up fashionably late. With the power of dark magic, I transformed into a dragon from the depths of hell, incinerating the lot of them. Now you see, my dear beast. I am not just a villain, I am the Mistress of Evil!”
She cackled with delight as thunder boomed from behind her, with QRC leaping into her arms. Julebeast let out a hateful growl as fur grew over her skin. No longer was human skin matched with claws and horns, she had shifted into her beast form. “YOU BASTARD!” she roared.
Juleficent let out another laugh as she softly dropped QRC to the ground. “Then face me!” she taunted. “And all my powers from hell!” Using dark magic, she transformed into a ferocious dragon. Before a battle could commence, both Roses got in front of their Julekas.
“My Jewel, no! She’s not worth it, you’re better than this! Don’t let your anger control you! It’s okay!“ Roselle pleaded.
“Hold on, Thorny. Remember "the plan"?” QRC whispered.
Both girls reluctantly transformed back into their natural human forms. “I apologize, Rose. Yet another reason why you're my hero.” Julebeast thanked, kissing her on the forehead. The Candy Queen stared at her counterpart in confusion. “Hmm? What’s so heroic about her?” she asked.
“Well, for one thing, she broke the curse on myself and my family, though I chose to keep this form as it is a something I am proud of. It is who I am. And she did that by proving her love for me when she saved my life.” Julebeast said, smiling tenderly at Roselle. QRC merely yawned in a show of boredom. “Yeah yeah, that's pretty heroic, but my story's much more fun!” she replied.
Juleficent cupped her face and looked deeply into her eyes. “Tell them, my sweet.” she crooned. “Tell them of your great rise to power!” The psychotic queen reveled in the attention she had.
“Weeelll, I thought I'd be keeping my awesome origin story a secret that only my fiendish friends would get to hear. Still, I've got all the attention now, so I'm gonna spill. See, I wasn't always a queen.“ At that moment, her body seemed to glitch, and her form changed to one of a pig-themed racecar driver.
“I was born as Pigella! The little star of Beast Boost and the greatest racer ever!” she boasted. Demolition Denise’s eyes widened, realizing why the girl had looked so familiar. “Oh... oh no.” they gasped. “You ok, ‘Nise?” Simon Pan asked worriedly. The Queen of Candy just clapped her hands like a toddler, excited that someone knew of her story.
“No spoilers! Anyway, so I was on top of the world. I could cheat, steal and nobody could stop me. That is... until Sugar Rush came around.” At this point, QRC got an angry look on her face. “I was a tween, and already I was considered yesterday's news. My folks, the old coots, told me that we'd have to find a new game. I WANTED TO STAY THE STAR! NOBODY ELSE COULD HAVE IT!” she shouted, fuming as she jumped up and down.
“What..what did you do?” Roselle asked, trembling with fear. Demolition Denise was quick to answer, their voice quivering with shock.
“Everybody knows Pigella, she’s the biggest traitor known to the arcade. She hacked her game, killing all the other characters. It was thought that she deleted herself too, but I guess we were wrong.”
“Ten points to the meathead.” QRC teased, giggling like a loon. “That's right. I made sure those losers weren't around to blab about my plan. And so...“
Pigella became Queen Rose Candy once more.
“The Candy Queen arrived on the scene. Now I'm always Number 1, and everyone has to follow my rules... or die!” she stated, cackling madly as Juleficent nuzzled her face. “You truly are a wonder, my beloved queen!” she cooed. QRC smiled back at her, before staring at Demolition Denise.
“You remembered my story. What's your name again? Didn't you have a game where you smashed stuff? How could you possibly be a hero?”
“Oi, Denise is more than just a wrecker, they’ve got the biggest heart of anyone I know! Who else would set up a safe house for characters whose games got unplugged? And take on the big game industry to make things better for the underdogs!” Simon Pan replied, causing his partner to blush. “Thanks, Si.”
The minister-in-training just turned his nose up at the duo. “Hmph, video games. A gateway to worshipping Satan, that's for sure.” he sniffed. The Neverland boy just pointed to his partner. “Boyo, look at who you're datin!” Simon Frollo shut up, his face a scarlet shade of red.
“Now, I gotta say, sugah, you remind me an awful lot of a fella back home. People called him the Shadow Man, cuz he mixed up with the othah side!” TiAlya noted, which caused Doctor Cabello to flash an interested smile. “Sounds like a smart guy. I've got friends there as well.” they replied, as their shadow winked at the southern chef.
“Now as for myself, I admit to bein a hustler. Scams and cons are my forte, I'd say foxy boy's the only one on my level.“
At this moment, Honest Nino frowned. “Well, it’s easier for you, with all your hoodoo and whatnot!” he argued. “Some of just have to get by on our charm and wit!” One of Denise’s shadows just pat him on the head as if he were a child.
“Well I've got that in spades. I just also happen to know how to use magic. And magic's brought me a lot of fun. Hey, Ivan. Tell ‘em about Halloween.”
The boogieman rubbed his cloth hands with pleasure.
“Boy howdy, did we make that one a howler! We took over the streets of N’Orleans and scared the wits outta anyone who stepped out their door!“ he said. The roomies began to howl with laughter. Aladdix bent over to IsmaGenie’s ear. “I wish for a bunny rabbit” she whispered. The genie let a grin creep onto his face. “Your wish is my command” he smirked. There was a small poof, as a little bunny rabbit appeared on Ivan Oogie’s head. Aladdix had heard whisperings of the Oogie’s true fear, and the whispered rumors were correct. He let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched scream.
“EEEEEEEEEK! GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF!”
The two heroes burst into peels of laughter. The boogieman managed to fling it away, as it was caught by IsmaScar. The villain began to absentmindedly chew on it, as Ivan Oogie curled up into a fetal position, shivering as his girlfriend tried to save some of his dignity. “Spookums, pull yourself together, it’s a rabbit!” Mylensula hissed. “Why's it's tail so small?! WHY IS IT SO SMALL?!” Ivan Oogie shrieked. There was a brief uncomfortable silence, except for Aladdix and IsmaGenie, who were still sniggering.
“….Anyway, the fun woulda gone on longer, if that killjoy Skellington hadn’t butted in with that crazy old bat, Mama Odie!” Doctor Cabello continued.
“Keep my Grandmama’s name out of ya mouths!” TiAlya growled.
“Did I mention I ate my grand-”
“YES!” everyone replied to Jeanatoa.
Ivan Oogie finally managed to regain his composure, and shot a dirty look at the genie. “Alright, magic man. What makes ya so heroic? ‘Cause that was a cheap shot.” he asked.
“Ismael’s been granting people’s wishes since he was little!” Aladdix replied. “Oh, and our universe’s Horn-Head?” she pointed over to Juleficent, who growled in annoyance. “He banished her and her whole army to another plane of existence!”
“Well then she was inferior to me.” Juleficent sniffed.
IsmaScar yawned as he spat out the rabbit he had been chewing. It tasted a little too stringy for him. “That’s nice and all, but it’s nothing compared to my accomplishments.” he boasted, showing off his sharp canines as he lept up onto the table.
“You see, I was destined to be king of the Pride Lands. I was content with letting my loving father rule, and taking over when he died. The problem was my mother. You see she always hated me. She insisted I act like the "woman" I was meant to be, all because my mind was trapped in the body of a female hybrid. I kept informing her, not telling, informing her that I was a prince. She refused to accept that, calling me "Princess Inaya". Ridiculous!”
Everyone, even the villains shook their heads in disgust. Even the members of the Reform Class were accepting and supportive of pronouns. They could be maniacal evildoers, but they weren’t bigoted assholes.
“That…that actually kinda sucks. Sorry, man…” Aladdix apologized, a genuine look of concern on her face.
“Feelin trapped in the wrong body, the wrong gender... I can get that.” IsmaGenie admitted.
“It is merely an explanation for our upcoming battle. I am respected and loved by my peers for my cunning and drive. I do not need your pity. It did not experience, it was laughably pathetic. The petty vile woman was so desperate, that she had my father killed, banishing me to the Outlands. That was when I had enough. There was only one evil ruler who could lord over Pride Rock, and that was me!” IsmaScar roared, getting cheers and whistles from his villainous friends.
“Well, that’s a fine story. Very inspiring. You know, that scar of yours looks familiar. Oh, it’s the same one my uncle had! The one who’s ass I kicked, and took back the Pride Lands from, after he murdered my mother, his own sister!” Miremba replied. Their girlfriend comforted her. “I know you miss her, Kitten! She’s proud of you, watching from the heavens.” BluRore soothed. IsmaScar just chuckled and flashed a sadistic grin.
“Well my story is quite different. I never had some idiotic little cub foiling my plans. I never had a sister to kill. I'm only hear because I decided to conquer the Outlands as well, and I would've won if it weren't for those lousy agents. But trust me, my dear...”
He got incredibly close to the hero, breathing on her neck.
“Your lousy mother would have been no match for me“.
Miremba snarled and got up from her chair, grabbing IsmaScar by the neck and forcing him onto the table.
“DO NOT EVER SPEAK ABOUT MY MOTHER, YOU UNDERSTAND, YOU RUNT?! YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HER.“ she snarled, her eyes turning into slits as she growled ferociously. “Understood.” IsmaScar said hurriedly. They let him go, as he made sure his tail slapped their face while heading back to his seat. BluRore rushed to comfort her partner.
“Easy, sweetie. Easy…“ she whispered, as Miremba hung her head in shame.
“I a-apologize for losing my temper.” Miremba replied, as her counterpart actually smiled.
“Nothing wrong with that once in a while! Now, mind if I share my piece?” Mireides asked, earning nods of approval from the heroes.
“Let's see, burned people alive just with a flick of my hair, torture dead souls in the underworld, and nearly conquered Olympus with my Titans, don't worry, in this world, the gods are pieces of shit.” Mireides snarked, while staring at the look of utter shock on Kimules’ face. “Sorry, Wonder Boy, not everyone gets a Zeus that loves and respects them. Some just get their shit kicked in by Kronos and have Lightning God thirsting for them.”
Kimules didn’t really know what to say. “Uh…sorry, that really sucks. Isn’t he your brother? That’s gross. It’s weird to think of my dad being such a jerk. He’s such a nice guy! He was even nice to my uncle, well, before the whole hostile takeover thing.” he replied.
“Please don’t remind me that my OTHER counterpart in this world is that bald, skeezy used car salesman looking motherfucker!” Mireides groaned. “Nice one!” Kimules laughed, going for a high five. “Don’t touch me.” Mireides warned.
Roselle noticed that Marilan hadn’t said much in a while. “Marilan, you've been awfully quiet.” she noted. “You’ve done some really heroic things!”
“It’s nothing fantastical. I serve my country, that’s all.” Marinette shrugged.
“That’s nonsense, magnolia.” Kagamerida said. “You agreed to take your best friend’s place at this school so that she could follow her dreams.” Plagg appeared from thin air and nodded. “She’s gone from a klutz to a real badass!” he added, before disappearing once again. “Well, I still trip every now and then.” Marilan admitted.
Kagamerida turned to face the villains. “There is no more fearsome warrior on any battlefield than Marinette. She’s won every battle she ever took part in, saving countless lives.”
“Is that so?” Kagami Yu muttered, smiling wickedly.
“She’s our shining star.” Adripunzel gushed, as Marilan couldn’t help but blush. It was at this moment that Mari De Vil let out a haughty laugh, joined by her villainous trio of lovers.
“We’ll, aren’t you just so noble, darling? Well, my story is a bit different…“ Marilan could only brace herself for a terrifying tale.
For me, it's all about the furs. I worship them, darlings! In my mind, the only thing these pesky animals are good for is for clothing, or handbags, or anything else needed to make me look fabulous. And I'll do anything to get those coats. ANYTHING! I've stolen my mummy's car just so I could run over a group of dalmatians. You think I'm afraid to do it again?
“I said it before and I will say it again. There is not a shred of honor in your body.” Marilan responded.
“Oh and I don't just stop at animals too. I love a grand night out with the girls, putting those rotten plebs in their place. They've got no right trying to mingle with high society!” Mari De Vil sniffed, as her aristocratic besties nodded in agreement.
“Preach it, sister! Absolute ninnies, the lot of them.” Lady Chloe scowled.
“Idiots and yokels.” Madame Sabrina agreed.
“I’ve dealt with WAY too many people like you three to put up with listening to this!” Kagamerida snapped. “At least some of these other villains have sympathetic reasons. All you want in life is to kill animals?! For your clothing?!” Marilan gaped, shaking with fury at this vile monster wearing her face.
“Of course, darling!” she crooned. She then turned to Kagamerida. “What have YOU done that’s so special?”
“My yǒnggǎn de has single-handedly prevented a war between the clans of Japan! And finally ended the miserable existence of the demon bear, Yamikuma!“ Marilan replied. “Show ‘em the scar, Gami!“ Demoltion Denise hollered.
Blushing, Kagamerida shifted the hem of her Junihitoe, showing the nasty bear claws trailing on her shoulder.
“Also helped to defeat Adrien’s “father”, and prevented my friends from being kidnapped on numerous occasions. Are those enough examples for you?” Kagamerida responded coolly. The fashionista could only sti there with her mouth agape. In contrast, Kagami Yu just flashed an eerie grin.
“An impressive mark of what I’m sure was a fearsome battle. I’ve seen quite a few myself…“ she responded. “May I regale my accomplishments? I'm sure that my darling Mari would love to hear them again.”
Mari De Vil cheered right up at this, and clapped her hands. Jafardrien was also smiling wickedly.
“YES yes yes! Tell them how many you’ve slaughtered, my love!” Mari De Vil pleaded.
“Let's see, by my own hand, hundreds. Thousands when counting the warriors under my command. I don’t just stop at enemy soldiers, I murder innocents as well. And I must admit, everytime I take a life, it fills me with ecstasy.” Kagami Yu giggled, stroking her sword and imagining herself wiping off the blood of a corpse. “Of course, Mother sent me here for ‘behavioral problems and homicidal tendencies’. The blind fool simply wants to prevent me from overthrowing her, and invading China.” Kagamerida could only stare at this maniac with scorn.
“I gathered how sadistic you were from our fight, and this only confirmed my suspicion.” she replied.
“That warms my heart, genuinely.“ Kagami Yu responded, as her beloved partners giggled and cooed at their beloved warlord. Fairy GodBro decided it was time to shout out his best bud.
“Well, you villains could try to hurt us all you want, but it won’t do a thing with my bro Adrien here! He can heal anything from a paper cut to a stab wound, which Kagami can attest to! He even gave us back our powers when the old horn witch swiped them!” GodBro cheered, slinging an arm around AdriPunzel, who gave a shy smile. “What’s wrong with my horns?” Juleficent mumbled, starting to feel a little sad and insecure. Her girlfriend just stroked the horns lovingly. “They’re ludicrous, Thorny. Your horns are amazing.” QRC whispered, giving her a peck on the cheek.
“Adrien’s power reflects his kind heart, there is nothing he won’t do to help those he cares for!” Marilan agreed. “I know they'd do the same for me.” Adripunzel said, holding hands with his partners. His villainous counterpart could only roll his eyes in disgust. “How sssickenly sweet.” he snarked.
“Oh, yeah? And what about you, Snake Eyes? What have you done?” Aladdix taunted. He hissed at her, his nostrils flaring as he sneers at her in disgust.
“Watch your tone, sstreet rat. I am Adrien Agreste, the true ruler of the Agreste brand. I've made my father into a puppet, and no one isss the wiser. I have tormented that pompousss brat of a cousin for years. And ssooon enough, I will become the most powerful sorcerer in the world!”
He let out a deranged high-pitched laugh as Kagami Yu and Mari De Vil hugged their boyfriend, and cheered him on. “You sound like a killer clown.” Aladdix mocked.
“Don't listen to her, darling. You are as evil as they come.“ Mari De Vil cooed.
“Your cunning knows no bounds, just how I like it.“ Kagami Yu added.
Jafardrien took a moment to genuinely smile at their words of support. He was overjoyed that he, Mari De Vil, Kagami Yu, and DiabLuka were finally together. Who would've thought he’d have feelings not just for his crush, but his two other rivals?
Meanwhile, Kimules was reaching for another sweet treat. His hand was softly smacked away by TiAlya, causing him to pout.. “You have had enough beignets, mister! You’re gonna make yourself sick!” she warned. Fairy GodBro just looked at his girlfriend with pride.
“That’s my tadpole, team mom for our class! She takes care of everyone, no matter what!” he said. “Alya also volunteers to help with cooking at homeless shelters and soup kitchens! And did part-time summer jobs to help support her mom and sisters!” Marilan added. YzAlya rolled her eyes at the mention of siblings.
“Ha! What nonsense. The only thing those little brats are good for is target practice. I should know! They messed with my potions, so I turned them into llamas!” YzAlya grinned, giggling as she remembered the incident. TiAlya gasped and recoiled in shock and rage.
“You…what?! They’re li’l girls, your own sisters!” she hissed. YzAlya just scoffed at her concern.
“You're too weak on those brats, girl. If you followed my lead, they'd be whipped into shape. As for those peasants going to my Mama's restaurant, they were always great test subjects for my new potions!” YzAlya frowned, and crossed her arms. “Shame, that Mama had to be a hero and give 'em the antidote”.
“Why you… I would NEVER disrespect my mama like that! You have any idea how hard she works?!” TiAlya argued.
“Oh, I know how hard she's working. Not that it does anything.” YzAlya mocked, as she stood up and walked over to TiAlya’s seat. “You know... if your mommy found an easy way to make some cash, maybe she'd be able to stop your daddy from going to war. After all... we all know how that turned out.” YzAlya taunted letting out a victorious cackle. The hero wasted no time in walking right up to the sorceress, and decking her in the face.
“DON’T YOU EVER, EVER TALK ABOUT MY DADDY, YOU WITCH! YOU UNDERSTAND?!” TiAlya roared. She was quickly pulled off of the villain by her boyfriend, as Honest Nino took YzAlya back to her seat. “She’s awful, but you gotta keep your cool, babe.” Fairy GodBro pleaded. “I’m tryin, sugah. They make it so difficult!” TiAlya growled.
Honest Nino stared in worry at his beloved. “You ok, babe?” he asked, as YzAlya rubbed her bruised nose. “I’m fine, love.” she huffed. “You heroes are so sensitive about your parents! First Ms. Princess Claws and now you!”
“It's called empathy, ya heartless monstah!” TiAlya replied. “Bit late for flattery, isn’t it?” YzAlya snarked. Wanting to stop another fight happening, Simon Pan stepped in.
“I know who's got a big heart here, and that's Reshma!” he stated. The hero just twirled her hair, smiling as she heard the compliment. “Simon is right.” Snow Mylene agreed. “She started a program that implanted public food gardens all throughout the kingdoms! And she and her family have been taking care of their town with their gifts for half a century!” she stated, as her roomie, Reshmabela, used magic to sprout a rose from her palm, putting it in Snow Mylene’s hair.
“I-It’s the least we can do, for being given such abilities!” Reshmabela said. Her pirate counterpart just laughed at this idea.
“Pshaw! A waste of power if you ask me!” Reshma Hook replied, downing her drink in one gulp. “And how exactly do you like to spend your time, if I may venture to ask?” Reshmabela asked with annoyance.
“Sailing the high seas of course. I pillage, plunder, and kill without fear, just like my parents, and my grandmother. It's why I'm Captain Anarka's first mate. She trusted me implicitly, since our moms are such good friends.” Reshma Hook bragged, until her close friend, Juleficent, burst her bubble.
“Until you launched an attack on Neverland without her permission.” Juleficent reminded, causing Simon Pan and Lacey Bell’s jaws to drop.
“YOU DID WHAT?!” they cried.
“Blasted fairies!” Reshma Hook snarled, shaking her fist to the high heavens. “They stopped me before any major damage could be done. Though I must thank you, Juleka. I'd have been walked off the plank without your words of kindness.” The Mistress of Evil gave her childhood friend a genuine smile, appreciative of the thanks. Kimules let out an awkward cough.
“Speaking of invasions, you should hear about our boy Marc when the villains tried to invade our school! He kept over half the monster army out with this HUGE ice wall, almost two miles high and at LEAST ten feet thick!” he gushed. As with Maxiro, he clapped MarcElsa on the back, causing the ice prince to wince in pain as he smiled.
“Thank you, Kim. But I'd like to also share that there are numerous charities and organizations dedicated to preventing global warming, which I have helped to fund.“ MarcElsa noted. His beloved Rose Petal took his hand and smiled.
“He also freed me from my curse, by finding it in his heart to decide I was his true love!“ Sleeping Nath replied. Nath of Hearts just crossed his arms and frowned.
“INSIGNIFICANT. No such deeds are anything compared to the wickedness of my precious bandersnatch!” he declared, as the Poison King happily stroked his hair. He then looked at his heroic counterpart with the most condescending sneer MarcElsa had ever seen in his life.
“It is only fair that the fairest of them all would be capable of pulling off such evil deeds. I've fatally poisoned hundreds, including my own parents. Now I rule over the kingdom with my beautiful Wild Card, crushing any who oppose us.“ he boasted, as the Mad King giggled and nuzzled his neck.
“I suppose I shouldn’t have expected any different.” MarcElsa noted. “But I have to admit, I owe the fact that I’m even still standing here today to my precious Rose Petal. When Su-Han”
“I wasn’t going to let that bastard kill you after everything he’d already done, even it meant taking a sword to the chest.”
“Why did I just get a chill down my spine?” Juleficent muttered, unaware of the reason why she was shivering. “Pssh!” Nath of Hearts scoffed. “It's nothing compared to my wicked deeds!“ Sleeping Nath couldn’t help but feel an urge to vomit. “Why do I get the feeling I’m about to be sick to my stomach?” he whimpered. “Someone getting sick! How delightful!” MimRore cheered.
“It’s ok, hero. You can cover your ears, as you've already heard most of the story.” Nath of Hearts said dismissively. “Don’t remind me.” Sleeping Nath moaned.
“Well, after offing Mommy and Daddy, I took over the throne! NOW ALL WAYS ARE MY WAYS. And if the rules aren't followed, I CUT OFF THEIR HEADS!” The Mad King roared, cackling like a loony as the Poison King cooed at him. “Nutjooob...” Aladdix muttered under her breath.
“Well, I guess I can go next, though compared to you guys, I’m not that special.” Robette said, shrugging their choulders. “I mainly promote charities and use my money to help other unfortunate kids.” Snow Mylene gave the singer an appreciative smile. “The fact that you are doing it at all is special.” she replied. Robette stared at it’s counterpart and frowned. “Alright, I’m ready for a long evil monologue.” Cosetteweather just smiled and adjusted its’ glasses.
“Well, to the public, I'm sweet little Cosette, that's the image I have to present to the public, I'm going into politics, so you have to play nice. But I'm no hero. I was able use some of my family's money to secretly fund a drug, the Night Howler. Just one injection, and pred-hybrids turn into ruthless killers. The only reason I'm here and not in juvie is because of this reform school. Thank God that the DPD never found enough evidence to find out it was me. All they have are allegations and nothing more.” she bragged.
The heroes just stared at it in shock and anger. This was more than just evil, it was inhumane!
“You…could have gotten hundreds of innocent preds KILLED! We’re not savages, and what gave the you the right to try and make us that way?!“ Miremba growled. The sheep-human hybrid just rolled their eyes.
“You do realize that if I really hated preds, I wouldn't be working with Alix and Ismael, right? It's all part of an agenda.” Cosetteweather countered, as the other villain hybrids proudly put their arms around her.
Miremba merely shook her head in disbelief. “You sicken me.” she hissed. “Who’s next? I don’t want to listen to this monster anymore.”
“Oh, well I take time out of the day to help with organizations dedicated to the prevention of child abuse.” CinderZoe replied, before frowning. “I know how it feels to be neglected and unloved. I also make sure to help clean and create new outfits for my friends, just because I like doing it.” Fairy GodBro flashed a warm smile and hyped up his oldest friend.
“Ha, don’t let her modesty fool you! She started up one of the biggest and most influential child abuse and neglect prevention initiatives in all the kingdoms!” he added.
“She also gave me the wake-up call I’d been needing for a long time…” Chloestasia replied, frowning and shrinking in her seat as she remembered her awful past. She held in the urge to react as Aladdix rolled her eyes. Her half-sister embraced Chloestasia. “Well, DuPont gives you alot of power, I want to use it for the greater good.” CinderZoe encouraged. Chloestasia nodded, but still looked glum. CinderZoe looked at ZoeHans, not very excited to ask about her deeds. “What about you? I assume that you've done the opposite?” she asked.
The villain from the Southern Isles just gave a mirthless chuckle as she told her tale.
“You could say that… as thirteenth in line for the throne, you could imagine I didn’t get a lot of respect. No one ever paid attention to pathetic little Zoe, especially not my parents or siblings! But I knew I was destined to rule! I had it all planned out, every one of them would have hit the dust and the kingdom would have been MINE! If only those meddling DPD agents hasn’t butted in!” she snarled, breaking her refined and elegant image for a split-second.
“They're always ruining everything!” Cosetteweather bleated in agreement. ZoeHans stared at her darling and smiled once again. “So true, my love! At least they kept it a secret, as long as I played nice.” she replied. Then she turned to Lady Chloe. “Sister dear, would you like to share next?”
“Of course, dear.” Lady Chloe smirked. “My story seems tragic to some. I was the unexpected offspring of an affair between Queen Lee and my dunce of a father, Andre Bourgeois.“
“I…can understand that actually.” Chloestasia whispered. “The unwanted child…” Lady Chloe just gave her another death stare, which shut her up.
“Who cared if those royal dunderheads didn't want me. I used the wealth given to me to make a name for myself. I am respected, feared, as a noblewoman. I could’ve taken over as head of the Bourgeois... if the assassination plan didn’t go up in smoke. Besides, My half-sister was more than happy to love me.” She said, smiling warmly at ZoeHans.
“Your dunce of a father would have gotten what he deserved if that assassin hadn’t been a pesky undercover agent!” ZoeHans replied.
“A pity,” Lady Chloe sniffed. “But it matters not. I'll get my revenge in the end. At the very least, I still am a woman of high status, they can't take that away from me. And I was able to meet all these lovely people... including my two very special friends.” she said, staring at Madame Sabrina and Mari De Vil, who let out surpisingly warm chuckles.
Chloestasia did not respond, looking oddly quiet and pensive. “And what about you, dear?” her counterpart sneered. “What great deeds of heroism have you accomplished?”.
“I…well I…I-I'm no hero.“ she says, her voice shaking a little. She feels her body trembling ever so slightly.
The heroes are shocked by her modesty. CinderZoe is about to comfort her, but then a certain thief opens her mouth.
“Yo, you may not have started out good, but you weren't THAT bad!“
Chloestasia felt her mind snap a little. For Aladdix, who had been making snide remarks at her since her reformation, who had humiliated her in front of her counterpart, to say something like that? She was NOT gonna let Aladdix play the hero in this situation. She could’ve just waited after the meeting to talk, but Chloestasia felt herself begin to crack.
“You don't have to lie, Alix. I heard you during my meeting time. You didn't want me to be here.“ she replies, her voice dripping with bitterness and frustration. There were mutters and whispers of concern, as Kimules’ felt his eyes widen in shock. Aladdix just threw up her arms in annoyed surprise. CinderZoe knew that a fight could break out at any moment, if she didn’t act fast.
“You may have had a rough start, Chlo, but what matters is that you’re making up for it now!“ CinderZoe reminded, pleading that Chloestasia would take the hint and just move on. As long as she did that, everything would be fin-
“Not according to Alix.“ Chloestasia replied, her voice dripping with suppressed rage. All CinderZoe could think was... Oh fuck. This was going to get ugly, and all she could do now was move on to damage control.
“Jesus, I'm sorry, ok? Not my fault you’re so sensitive about it!” Aladdix yelled.
And that’s all it took for Chloestasia to finally snap.
“Oh shut the fuck up! God you are such a hypocrite!” she replied. Aladdix growled and leaped out of her seat. “You should be damn grateful that we gave you a second chance!”
“No, a lot of these people wanted that, you just want to rag on me for the rest of time, all because I was a petty bitch to you. You’re no better than me!” Chloestasia argued. “Oh fuck you, you know that’s not true!” Aladdix replied, rolling her eyes. In response, Chloestasia pointed over to her counterpart, who smirked arrogantly at her.
“That bitch was standing right there, verbally assaulting me, and you still took the time to moan about Zoe helping me!”
“Wanna prove me wrong? Kick my ass right now.” Aladdix goaded, walking towards Chloestasia while Kimules tried to stop her.
The villains just stayed quiet, over the moon at seing how their counterparts were turning on each other. “Please don’t” Adripunzel pleaded.
Fine, you want me to be a villain? I’ll be a fucking villain!” Chloestasia snapped, lunging at the thief before being held back by her half-sister. Kimules followed suit and grabbed a hold of Aladdix before she could throw a punch. The two heroes quickly dragged the fighters out of the room, and IsmaGenie floated behind them. All of the villains still remained silent, chuckling as they saw the heroes whispering in concern to each other. After a couple of minutes, CinderZoe and Kimules returned, frowning as Lady Chloe gave them a smug smile.
“Quite a lovely and loyal group you are. I’d be smarter than to tangle with my Alix.” she sneered. “Yeah, because you know I’d destroy you.” Alix Khan bragged. The noblewoman just nodded affectionately.
“Of course, dear. You’re the Queen of the Jungle. Only a moron would try to cross you.” The tiger-human hybrid genuinely beams at this, offering a hug to Lady Chloe, who actually accepts it.
“We’re sorry you guys had to see that.“ CinderZoe frowned, ignoring the villain. JuleBeast just gave her a shaky smile, worried yet reassuring. “Just to let you know, Zoe, we don’t hate her.“
“Yeah, she may have been dishonorable in the past, but she is on the road to recovery. That’s what matters most.” Marilan nodded. While Chloestasia may have considered the girl a rival in the past, Marilan had felt merely annoyance with her before the reformation. “I’ll just say it, we don’t give enough of a shit to hate Chloe. It’s too draining.” Jeanzco admitted. CinderZoe gave them a grateful smile.
“Thank you. Now… we’re nearly done, so let’s finish what we started.” she said. The boy from Neverland gave a cheeky smile. “Well, I’ve given that old codfish Hook a run for his money, I’ll tell ya that!” he said. Reshma Hook growled and felt an urge to stab him. “Cocky little bastard.” she muttered.
“He also was the first one to give a home to the other abandoned kids who ended up in Neverland! He’s their big brother and they love ‘im to death!” Demolition Denise added, hugging their boyfriend. The minister-in-training just turned their nose up in disgust.
“If they were abandoned then the Lord decreed it so.“ he sniffed. Simon Pan whipped his head around to look at the villain. “No child deserves to be discarded and unloved.” he replied, his voice cold with rage.
“My father was such a pitifully soft-hearted coward, that he wanted to adopt a deformed child!” Simon Frollo countered. “A hideous hunchback like your friend there! Naturally, I put the dreadful creature out of its misery, I wouldn’t call an abomination like that a brother!”
QuasiIvan’s face turned deathly pale. “You... what?” he gaped. Snow Mylene gave the villain a terrifying death stare.
“You are no child of God. You are a child of Satan. To do such a monstrous thing... it sickens me.“
Julebeast growls and feels her hands begin to shake. “I ought to tear you limb from limb!” she snarls, standing up, ready to attack. She stopped when she saw a smug look on Lacey Gothel’s face. “Solving problems with violence. How very BEASTLY of you.” Lacey Gothel snarked. Julebeast reluctantly sat back down.
Doctor Cabello had sneaked up behind their beloved choir boy, and their shadow kissed him on the lips, as they lovingly stroked his hair.
“It’s cute when you get fired up like that, Amor! I love that hellfire in you!” they purred, causing the boy to blush like mad. “Oh, Lord forgive me.” he moaned, as he began to make out with the doctor.
“Alright, enough from the wannabe judge and the Shadow Witch. It's my turn now!“ Lacey Bell said, her wings fluttering as she drank some more juice. “I've been helping kids all across Neverland as a guide, plus my improvements to Pixie Hollow made stressful jobs for fairies a whole lot easier!”
Her counterpart let out a mocking laugh. “Well, isn’t that nice.” she replied. “As for me-” She held onto her cloak, and vanished, reappearing behind the fairy to give her a fright. “I was known in the streets as the ‘Grey Killer’. Offed a bunch of those wretched geezers!” she bragged, cackling maniacally as she stroked her dagger.
“Well you couldn't have been that good, if they caught you.“ Lacey Bell snarked, causing her villainous self to snarl. “Why you little-!“
She attempted to stab Lacey Bell, who shrinked down to her fairy size. She whizzed past the knife and tugged the hood of Lacey Gothel’s cloak over her face.
“Alright, we’re up last.” Kimules sighed as he stared at Kimton. “I'm glad you've saved the best for the end.” Kimton boasted, giving a cocky grin as he puffed out his chest. The villainous girls merely groaned in annoyance.
“As the top dog of this school, I do whatever I want. I start fights just so I can win them, I push around weaklings because I know they won't do anything about it. Not to mention I'm the best at hunting. There's nothing like killin a beast to get the blood pumping. Why, I remember one time I came upon this castle in the forest...“
JuleBeast’s eyes widened as her friends formed a protective circle around her, having an idea of where this was going.
“I saw this hideous feroucious creature, wearing the clothes of a man. I knew it was a loathsome monster who needed to be put out of its misery. So I got my rifle and killed the thing in one shot. Then I'm told that it was actually a prince, struck by a curse and turned into that creature. Well in that case, why should I care? I saved it from the curse, because it was dead.” He sneered, a look of arrogant glee on his face. Roselle was quick to comfort her girlfriend. “We won’t let him hurt you, Jules. We promise.” She replied. QuasiIvan merely gave the hunter a death glare.
“Looks like you’re last, wimp.” Kimton taunted.
“Hey Dickface, why don’t you shut up and listen! Because you’re ten different shades of delusional if you think you’re even a blip on the radar next to our boy here!” Demolition Denise replied, before smiling at IsmaGenie.
“HIT IT!”
He conjured up an entire orchestra, using magic to make the instruments play by themselves.
Lacey Bell:
Who puts the glad in gladiator?!
Heroes:
It’s our Kim!
Jeanzco:
Who’s darin’ deeds are great theater?!
Heroes:
It’s our Kim!
MarcElsa:
Isn’t he bold?
QuasiIvan:
No one braver
AriOndine:
Isn’t he sweet?
She kissed her boyfriend on the cheek, making him blush.
IsmaGenie:
Our favorite flavor!
He conjured a bottle of GameGod, Denise and Kim’s energy drink, into his hands.
“Okay, okay, thank you guys.” Kimules said, laughing and ignoring Kimton, pouting that they had a song about his heroic counterpart as well.
“Kim here kicks the shit outta ACTUAL monsters and stops natural disasters on a weekly basis!” Simon Pan said, pointing to the demigod. “And he’s the first one to stick up for you if you’re being bullied!” Maxiro added, smiling at his buddy.
“And he was sweet enough to buy a huge new home for his dads once he started taking off with royalties!” Snow Mylene gushed. “And he always manages to keep his princess safe from harm!” TiAlya teased, affectionately, causing YzAlya to gag.
“When I managed to meet Amelie’s terms for the deal, she was so angry that she tried to kill, to strangle and drown me, but…as always, Kim was my hero! He saved me by ripping off one of her tentacles.” LeOndine cooed.
“Fucking brute.” Mylensula growled, as Ivan Oogie gave her a protective hug.
“And you can thank Kim for reviving Ondine after she was sent to the Underworld. Our boy here jumped into the River of Souls, all to bring her back.” Fairy GodBro said, clapping Kimules on the shoulder.
“Decked the God of Death in the face, twice!” Demolition Denise added. “I’d like to see him try that shit with me.” Mireides growled.
“And that’s not even the best part of all this!” Roselle added.
“Kim had his godhood taken away from him by his uncle as a baby.” Marilan said. “But with what he did for Ondine, how much he cared about her, and all of us…. well…”
“We’d all gone down to the Underworld with ‘im, cuz like hell we were lettin’ that old creep hang onto our girl!” Demolition Denise replied, causing AriOndine to smile.
Snow Mylene continued. “For a moment there…we really thought they were both gone. But, then we saw this golden glow!”
“What Kim did was enough for him to prove his worth as a true hero, and earn his godhood back!” BluRore cheered.
“We all got to go to Olympus! It was SO pretty!” Roselle chirped. This caused Mireides to spit out her drink and gape at the demigod. “Wait…but you…you’re still…” she sputtered.
“A demigod? Yeah, and by choice.” Kimules replied, as Jeanzco tossed an arm around him. “Well, the thing is, while Olympus is pretty swank, in the end, we were all just too awesome for Kim here to give us up!” he joked.
“Heh! Whatever you need to tell yourself, dude.” Kimules replied, playfully shoving him back.
“Well... we all know who he really stayed for.” TiAlya said, putting a hand on the blushing mermaid’s shoulder.
“I…I just wanted to keep helping people….and to stay with the people I love the most in the world.” Kim admitted, as his friends surrounded him in a heroic group hug.
“What.... WHAATTT!” Mireides exploded, her hair bursting into a fiery ball. “YOU GAVE UP A ONE IN A TRILLION OPPORTUNITY FOR YOUR STUPID FRIENDS?!”
Other villains began to protest as well.
“You idiot. You absssolute idiot!” Jafardrien hissed. “You had infinite power, you could have lived for all of eternity!”
“Don't you at least pretend to be a god? Think of all the free stuff you could get. The ultimate con!” Honest Nino replied.
“AND YOU GAVE IT UP FOR WHAT?! FOR SOME SPINELESS LITTLE BABY PRINCESS?!” Mylensula roared.
“Not just that but FOR A WOMAN?! How could you be such a nancy boy?!” Kimton scoffed.
“Alright, I’ve heard your points. Now with all due respect…I don’t give a rat’s ass, no offense Zo, about what you think. My friends, my princess, THEY are what matters to me. I was an outcast, called a dangerous freak, my whole life, and these guys…they accepted me. With them…that’s where I belong.” Kimules stated.
“You thawed my heart, I wouldn't trade any of you for the world!” MarcElsa admitted, holding Sleeping Nath’s hand.
“You all are some of the only people in my life who’ve never made me feel like…a monster.” JuleBeast admitted. “Same here. You all gave me sanctuary.” QuasiIvan agreed.
“All the strength we have…it comes from us being together. I love you guys, all of you!” Demolition Denise squealed.
At that moment, CinderZoe smiled as she received a notification from her phone.
“Oop! Good news guys! Alix just texted me! She said “Chloe told me she’s sorry, I told her the same. It’s all good now, ready to move on” Chloe also said “We’re patching things up. Thank you for understanding.” CinderZoe stated.
Most of the heroes cheered at this, but IsmaGenie frowned. Alix wasn’t one to cool off and admit defeat this easily. He was going to check on her to see what was going on. As the heroes had their group hug, and went their separate ways, the villains pondered over the events that occurred.
IT’S FINALLY HERE! I want to first say thank you so much to Weeby for writing the dialogue with me. She and Artzy have been true friends throughout this whole process, and I’ll admit, procrastination, other projects, and writer’s block kept me from releasing this sooner. But it’s finally out and I couldn’t be happier with the result. I’ll be releasing some small reaction shorts to the filler events, so check out for those, because they’ll be coming very soon. I’m happy to inform you that I’ve already helped Weeby with the dialogue for her filler short, and it’s a big one! Stay on the lookout for more Heroes, Villains, and Mirrorverse content. See you soon! Oh, and please reblog, ask, post, and reply to let us know your thoughts. @artzychic27 @msweebyness
#mirrorverse#crossover#class of heroes#class of villainy#miraculous ladybug#miraculous#disney#disneyau
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Only mine (Crockett Marcel x reader)
Crockett can't stand it when other people flirt with you, especially your coworkers. His jealousy takes over he makes clear for everyone that you're his, and his only.
words: 1119
pairing: Crockett Marcel x fem intelligence!reader
warning: mention of gunshot, nsfw, possesive Crockett
“Hey Ruz, what do we got?” “Gunshot victim, caught three bullets in the abdomen, guy is still in surgery but Voight thinks this has something to do with the recent gang wars.” “Any word from his doctor, is he gonna make it?” “No clue, Maggie said it might take another hour.”
Adam and I head down the ER, victim’s parents just arrived. We had a lot of questions, however the parents had very little answers. Did not even know their child was in a gang. “Hey, why don’t I buy you lunch, we’re gonna be in here a while anyway” Adam asks me. “Okay sure, thanks” I smile at him. Adam smirks at me ‘’It’s nice that we got to work together on this case, we make a good pair’, plus I quite enjoy your company’’. “You’re such a sap.’’ ‘’Oh come on, I can’t even compliment my favorite coworker’’ Adam says as he winks at me. I laugh and shake my head as he puts his arm around my shoulders. Crockett walks in, staring between the two of us, clenching his fists, he clears his throat. ‘’Dr Marcel, hey, how is our patient?’’ Adam asks. ‘’The surgery went well, he should make a full recovery in no time. Now he is not conscious yet but the sedation should wear off in about 30 minutes, you’ll be free to ask him whatever you want’’ Crockett informs us, though clearly looking annoyed at how close Adam got to me. “I gotta go back to my other patients, let me know if you officers need anything.’’ ‘’Thank you Dr Marcel.’’
Adam looks at me, a soft look in his eyes ‘’so you want a grilled cheese and an orange juice?’’ ‘’Oh, you know me so well.’’ We eat our lunch in peace and head upstairs to check on our patient. Dr Marcel is in the room with the patient as we walk in, insisting he stays to make sure the patient is okay, although I suspect he has alternate motivations. “You wanna be the one to start questioning, sweetheart?’’ Adam asks me. I laugh at him and nod, meanwhile Crockett gives Adam a dead stare. Adam is a really nice guy, but I don’t see him as anything more than a close friend.
From questioning the suspect we pretty much came to the conclusion that this was a gang retaliation hit, pretty much like we expected. ‘’I’ll call Voight and give him an update, can you finish up the paperwork?’’ “Yeah sure, I’ll ju-’’ I start until Crockett interrupts me: ‘’Y/N darling, can I speak with you for a moment?’’ Adam and I followed him, ‘’No, I just want to see Y/N’’. Adam looks at me for confirmation. ‘’It’s fine Adam, I’ll meet you at the car in about thirty minutes.’’ I insist. Adam nods and Crockett and I walk away.
I follow Crockett in an awkward silence, his face red, sweat on his forehead and his breathing speeds up. ‘’In here” he commands as he opens the door to an empty office, slamming the door closed, his eyes cold and full of anger. ‘’So, what’s up dr Marcel.’’ ‘’I’m not stupid, what is up with you and Ruzek?’’ “Nothing, we’re just coworkers and friends. Besides Crockett, don’t you remember what you did, hooking up with April and how you told me we were nothing.’’
‘’I don’t fucking care, you’re supposed to be mine, only mine. I see the way he looks at you, stop flirting with him’’ he says with a deep raspy voice, while putting his arms behind me, looking me in between the wall and his warm body. I can feel his hot breath on my face, it’s so silent that I can hear his heart beating while I look him deep in the eyes. ‘’Crockett I-” I start, only to be interrupted by his lips on mine. One of his arms grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him, not leaving any space between our bodies. My hands in his hair, softly tucking at it, while my other hand rests on his cheek. His tongue enters my mouth, he presses his knee between my legs as I softly moan into the kiss. He pulls me even closer and lifts me as I wrap my legs around him. He walks us to the desk while stumbling into a chair and the wall. I giggle as we pull apart, he smiles, both of us out of breath, faces flushed red and lips swollen. ‘’You’re my girl, only mine darling’’ Crockett murmurs into my mouth.
He softly kisses my forehead, then my nose, cheek and lips, planting kisses over my entire body. Crockett softly bites my lip and I moan, in the meanwhile I take his shirt off, my hands traveling down his torso. ‘’God, you’re so pretty, all for me’’ Crockett whispers into my ear. I softly moan “Crockett please’’, he works his way down towards my jaw, afterwards he starts kissing my neck, leaving behind soft bites on the places he knows so well to be extra sensitive. Crockett smoothly takes off my shirt, starts kissing my shoulder and collarbone while keeping his arms closely wrapped around me. ‘’you’re so beautiful my darling, no one else can have you, I don’t want anyone else besides you my love’’ Crockett says softly, his face being so close to me that I can feel his breath on my face as I stare him deep in the eyes.’’Oh really, prove it then’’ I smirk. He continues kissing my neck and collarbone, this time more harshly and passionately, his stubble rough on my skin, he bites on my skin leaving behind marks as I moan more loudly. One of his hands was roughing through my hair, the other one intertwined in my hand, my hand resting on his chest. “Crockett, this is gonna leave behind marks’’ ‘’That’s the entire point darling, everyone needs to know that you are mine and -’’ The moment gets rudely interrupted by my phone ringing, me and Crockett pull apart. Its Adam calling.
‘’Hey Crockett, i should get back, we’re working on an important case.’’ He smirks at me, ‘’I’m sure your coworkers won’t suspect a thing about what happened.’’ I put on my shirt and look in the mirror, my hair completely messed up, face bright red, lips swollen and my neck, jaw and collarbone covered in marks. Adam calls again. “I really got to go, finish what we started tonight?’’ ‘’You bet, come over to my place after your shift?’’ I humm in agreement as I try fixing my hair, which is a helpless case. Crockett plants a soft kiss on my forehead, ‘’see you later my darling’’.
As I walk backwards out of the office, laughing at Crockett and holding his hand, I bump into something, or rather someone. Dr Halstead. He first looks confused at the sight of the two of us, then he giggles. ‘’Hey Will, it’s not what it looks like man’’ Crockett awkwardly says. He laughs ‘’Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone’’ he says while walking away laughing to himself. I won’t hear the end of this.
a/n: this is the first time writing anything seriously, request are open and welcome, so is commentary and advice. Have a good day :) also I'm thinking of making this story into a longer series of stories
#crockett marcel#Crockett marcel x reader#one chicago x reader#one chicago#chicago med#adam ruzek#hank voight#chicago pd#smut#fluff#jealousy#maggie lockwood#protective#possessive
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The potential of VegasPeteTay
This is totally on @kin-kinn who rolled into my dms with "i just think VegasPeteTay could be good together" and didn't elaborate BUT MY BRAIN DID
LIKE BESTIE YOU KNOW BETTER THEN LEAVE ME WITH DELICIOUS CONCEPTS LIKE THAT
But Lea refuses to be "gladly responsible" for this and write it so into the void it goes
Vegas and Tay hooking up when they were younger - Tay and Time were like maybe on their first or third break or some shit and like maybe it's even when Kinn is dating Tawan so like collage time
And Time cheated on Tay again and Tay is just kind of very vulnerable and shit and maybe he's drinking his sorrows on some event and Kinn went off to be a couple somewhere with Tawan and Time went to get his dick wet leaving him alone, thinking about Time getting his dick wet with some twink that isn't him and then there is Vegas and he first stares at Tay like "oh that's about to be interesting" and then Tay just looks at Vegas and clocks a very drunken bad decision, because Vegas is a very, very bad decision, but he is drunk and lonely and maybe he wants to get back at Time a little and he is young and doesn't know better and Vegas IS HOT
So they hook up and maybe even after they have like a moment™ together and like there is this feeling there could be a future built on this, a potential of something and then Kinn calls Tay or sends him a text asking if he's alright or something and Vegas gets this like "oh Tay is always gonna be Kinn's" and so he starts being mean or someshit and maybe Tay isn't really ready to let go of Time's hands and is like "okay asshole just don't say shit to Kinn and DON'T EVEN COME CLOSE to Time, this has never happened" and so ever since Vegas is always kind of smug around Kinn when Tay is around because it's like having this hand over Kinn and Tay is always fucking mad at him for that, like that fucking asshole
But also both of them feel some kind of softness, like they both knew there was something, and maybe it was the first time Vegas felt seen and maybe it's the first time someone has listened to Tay about Time and didn't try to make excuses for him (i mean not counting Kinn but i feel like Tay wouldn't maybe tell Kinn when they were younger here because he would feel bad for putting Kinn in this position between him and Time)
And so they shared one vulnerable evening/night and it's always there between them but it's the right person wrong time shit
Because Vegas isn't yet ready to be what Tay needs, isn't ready to let go of his rivalry with Kinn and Tay isn't ready to let go of Time
And fast foward to after the hospital
And like now that Porsche is a friend of Tay they spend time together and Porsche sometimes brings Pete
During this hangs out tho Tay finds himself looking at Pete like what does he have that I didn't that made Vegas love him?
And Tay just gravites towards Pete motivated by this question and the thing is that the more of Pete he learns the more he understands why Vegas fell for him
It's like Pete also is a person that listens to his feelings about Time and doesn't judge and just like Vegas and his daddy issues Tay is just defencless against it
And then for Vegas he hears from Pete that he goes out with Tay and maybe he makes a some kind of face and Pete is like what is it?
And Vegas doesn't want to talk
And so Pete goes
But that night after sex Pete just goes You and Tay, so what's up with it?
And Vegas just spills the beans bc like how could he not and it's like very tender with Vegas whispering it and Pete listening and Vegas is maybe tracing shapes on Pete's body with his fingers
Then Pete goes "so do you think you and Tay? You could work" cogs turning in his pretty head because there is an image now floating in his head of Tay and Vegas together and he's only human and that's like fucking HOT
And Vegas is like "it doesn't matter now? Doesn't it? I have you 🥰" and Pete is like "sap"
But the image doesn't leave his mind
And SO ONE TIME THEY HAVE SEX RIGHT AND PETE IS JUST LIKE "So did you fuck Tay like that?" As foreplay and Vegas is confused why are we mentioning Tay when I have my dick in you kind of way but the more Pete goes off the more into it he gets
This is how much I've thought abt SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE IT I'M NOT ABOVE BEGGING PEOPLE
#dom's au idea of the day#kinnporsche#tay kinnporsche#vegas theerapanyakul#pete phongsakorn#vegaspete#vegaspetetay
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😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?
🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?
🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?
🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?
🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?
💖 What made you start writing?
👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!
🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?
🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?
🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?
Lots because you said you were board <3
O my I'm gonna have to put this in a Google doc xD
1.) Not that I can particularly think of, no. The only instance there might be is a big cliffhanger for my fic Venture, I think.
2.) I'd say Venture or Imprisoned. (I should prolly link these, huh) Venture, because it's so long and I've got so many things happening in it, Imprisoned because of how many times Sap lashes out and fights back, and subsequently gets beat back down.
3.) Absolutely yes I do! I listen to music when I do everything! My current top four songs are Aura by GHOST, Rest Employed by the Stupendium, The End of The Line by the Stupendium, and Iron Lung by the Stupendium. Very good listens, I highly recommend them! (Remind me to put links)
4.) Just Google Docs
5.) Not particularly, just whenever motivation decides to hit me.
6.) I've always wanted to be a writer since I was a little kid, but what seriously got me started was the indie game Ib, where I was like, 'i can make g/t of that's and started typing away. That was several years ago tho, and the fic still hasn't seen the light of day cause my older writing is so bad. It needs to go through some heavy editing before I let it out.
7.) I have an Eddsworld nom fic i'm almost done with. I've been hanging on to it since I ditched my eddsworld blog (sadness) cause I wasn't willing to let the fic go. Another one I wanna talk about is a (still unnamed) XD fic. It's inspired by I think one of jknight's fics. It's got Sap and Dream and XD and it's sorta almost done.
8.) Sapnap, definitely. I like unhinged characters, and I like characters that can be calm headed in bad situations. The guy can be both!
9.) A snippet, you say…? How about this one? It's a bit of a continuation to Bees, when the Dream team are better acquaintances and George and Dream actually start to hang out with Sapnap.
"You've got–you've got five eyes?" Sapnap’s eyebrows creased, and he cocked his head at the hybrid.
Dream laughed and raised a hand to push up his fringe of hair. Indeed, there was a tiny, vertical fifth eye slitted in the middle of his forehead.
"Yep, but I don't use it much. My two main eyes do the same as the fifth.”
10.) I don't believe so? There is a thing I like to do, tho, cause I think it's funny. If I mess up the tag 'reblog' and misspell it like 'renlog' or 'reblig' I like to add fuck immediately after : D
Ty for the asks!!!
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Brick!! Saw you wanted asks again😂
I don't have much of an idea, but you mentioned human workers, like behind the scene.
Sooooooo
Maybe once the humans of the tiny-human pairs are like besties. They try to get like a part time job at the park? To hang out more, not that anything stopped them before, i think you said they sneak in to steam them sometimes
Maybe the motivation comes from either customers or staff being mean to their respective tiny.
Other idea was mostly background stuff, the park is the only one of its kind? How long has it been open? What were the initial areas. They couldn't have had that much money to begin with unless the boss is some weird millionaire😂
Once its successful, someone else is gonna steal the idea thou.... Hmmm wonder how that would turn out🤨
Hope all is well! Im back at the studies again😝
SDHFSDSJ yeah yeah my brain is a desert. creative brain is just taking a nice nap rn </3
yOO i have actually thought about that! i'm thinking aimsey! he seems like a good addition to be working there, honestly, also they're the first person to pop into my mind other than wilbur dream or sap,,,
aimsey first got a part-time while he was still in school, and after he finished it became a full-time since xey really liked it (surprisingly)
and YES the humans are DEFINITELY snuck in, i'm still tryna work out HOW though. definitely the tiny workers (sam & tubbo specifically) disable the security cameras but that can only work for so long. i can totally see tommy just making a hole in the ground that acts as a tunnel 😭 maybe they give wil a uniform or smth to blend in. IDK. but they for sure sneak in FDJFDSDJ
yeee the park is the only one as of right now! there've been some other pop-up things but they usually get shut down for some reason FJDSJ (maybe poor management uHHHH idk. au logic.)
it's opening date i am VERY conflicted about. on one hand, i could have it be like disney where it's been around for 50+ years, OR have it only recently open. i really have absolutely no idea LMAO
but for convenience let's say it's been around for like. the grand opening of the PARK was about 30 years prior to rn. i can edit that later afsdjgj
WELL, going off the origins of the park, mini-golf. it was a mini-golf course, and it spread to an on-site like trailer-sized escape room, and after that it the blueprints of an actual theme park was put into consideration. so those two attractions thrived for about 15 years n then it closed down for a bit, and reopened after the park opened. and ofc it wasn't as big as it is now but it still managed to get extremely popular. so there was money to start with since boss wasn't the original owner. maybe he was a close relative that uHHHH idk got the rights to it. somehow. the only living relative of a sad, semi-rich uncle. LMAO
anyway boss inherited it and started the park blah blah yeah so he was there for a while and just kinda corrupted it gradually,,,,,
YESSS who will steal it?? maybe like disney there could be like different locations. i'mma say no to that just cause idk but there are DEFINITELY people who get inspired and IMMEDIATELY shut down by the park cause boss is afraid of competition and extremely manipulative with his words :3c
all is good, thank you!!!
hope you're doing good asw and GAHH i hope your studies go well! have some bricks of motivation :D 🧱🧱🧱🧱
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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 386, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU
SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?
WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, blood, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage)
WORDS: 1302
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS:
I leave next Tuesday (07/18/2023) to head out to San Diego for San Deigo Comic Con. I won’t update until the next week when I get back home again.
I smiled as I watched Peter working on regaining use of his leg with his physical therapist. It was currently three weeks post-surgery and Peter was doing really good by the surgeon’s standards. The girls had started up the school year a few weeks previously and I was thankful for the help of James and Aaron, who had quickly stepped up to helping our family.
The babies were happily giggling as Peter used them as weights, to much of the employees’ mirth. While Peter had been busy his first day, the head of the clinic came over to talk with me.
“Do forgive me for saying this, but Peter does not look like a family man,” she told me as she took in Peter’s cast, decorated with doodles from the girls and how gentle he was being with the babies attached to his legs.
“You honestly aren’t the first person to judge his book by the cover,” I told her as I multitasked by helping the girls with their homework while we all motivated Peter as his own personal army. “But really- he’s such a sap, it isn’t funny. Our fans had dubbed him as #petertheprotector for his territorial ways with his family.”
“Ah.” She turned to eyeball my older husband, who was taking a break by peppering the giggling babies’ tummies with whiskery kisses. “Aren’t you ever afraid of him-”
“No.” I shut her down before she could finish her sentence. “If you are just going to stand there and preach to me how sinful it is that I’m married to a man double my age, you can go away now. And before you ask me, yes, we are planning on expanding our family in a few months.”
She opened and closed her mouth a few times before scuttling off to the office in the back, where she shut the door and left us Ratajczyk family to our own devices.
I looked up and giggled as the sight of Peter sitting on a bouncy ball before rising back onto his feet with a baby in each arm. He sat back down again before repeating the simple movement, his physical therapist standing next to him as she supervised my soulmate and made certain that he wouldn’t hurt himself or drop the babies.
I snapped a picture on my phone of the sight, smiling before I turned back to helping the girls with their history homework.
PING PING
I picked up my phone to check who was ringing the doorbell. I groaned at the sight of the baby face fucking Mormons ringing the doorbell on an endless loop.
“Can I help you with anything?” I heard Aaron say after he opened the door to talk to them.
“Hello sir, we are here to tell you about the miracle that god-” one of the young men started to say before Peter called my attention.
“Yes, my love-?” I hummed as I set my phone down and looked up to find my big beefy husband looming up above me with a baby in each arm.
“Can I get a kiss?” he asked me, smiling as I scrambled to stand up on the chair that I had claimed as my throne to tug him into my loving embrace.
“You are doing so good, oh wonderful husband of mine,” I giggled, pulling away and catching sight of the telltale look in his eyes- he was asking for my permission to fuck me ravage when he got back home again. “Peter…-”
“Alright, that should do it for today!” Peter’s physical therapist chirped happily. “You are doing so good! Keep up the good work!”
“Will do,” he grumbled, accepting his walking cane from Katie before moving us outside to get into his car for the drive back home. “Do we have any errands we need to run before he head on home for the day?”
He pulled out of the parking spot as I took down the handicapped placard hanging over the front mirror of the car.
I looked behind me and smiled at Baby Tommy, who had his mini me in his arms as he babbled softly to it and patted it’s little bandaged leg. Little girl was conked out sound asleep in her car seat, Katie was braiding Jing’s hair. Elizabeth was nodding off to sleep with Elle in her lap, the doll’s smile making me smile back in response.
“My love, I do think that when we get back home, the kids are going to want to go straight to bed,” I hummed out softly. “Jackie and Sammi are coming tomorrow to drop off our faire stuff, I told them to just throw everything into the boxes and that I will organize it when I get a moment.”
“How’s Sammi doing?” Peter asked me, his hand on my knee as he maneuvered the family station wagon through traffic.
“Sammi and Baby Bradley are doing good,” I told him. “Baby Bradley is thirteen weeks old and is currently the size of a peach. Little bean is due on February first of next year. Sammi told me that she’s still going to do OnlyFans while she’s knocked up- apparently, there’s a market for pregnant sluts.”
“Ah. Go figure,” Peter chuckled as he pulled onto the freeway. “Segodnya vecherom mne nuzhno poprobovat' tvoy greshnyy mazok na moyem yazyke.”
“When we get home my love,” I clucked, amused by my husband’s high sex drive. “And we get the kids tucked away in bed, deal?”
“Yes sweetheart,” he chortled as he pulled off the freeway and began to drive on the road that led up to the house. “I hate hospitals- there no privacy whatsoever for me to love on my woman.”
“I hate the hospital food,” I told him, scrunching up at face at the food that Peter had to eat. I just ran out, got some food, quickly assembled it and brought the meal back to the hospital for my husband.
“I love your cooking sweetheart,” he told me, pulling into the driveway and opening the garage door. Aaron and James came downstairs to help carry the kids upstairs for us while Peter and I stayed down in the garage until the last child was whisked upstairs. “Like, I know you don’t like eating out, and I respect that. But you’re a witch in the kitchen with your magic spoon!”
I scrunched my face up and cackled softly, giggling when he leaned over to kiss me.
“Come on now,” I clucked as I followed him up the stairs and into the house for the night.
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@sangwoochos said: “ look at me. ” / accepting
it never stopped. any of it. everything was as awful as it ever had been, except now, i had the blood on my hands competing with everything else for my attention; i had never been very good at violence, certainly not committing it myself, and although i had made my decision to stay alive no matter what, the motivation seemed less and less noble the further behind me the games fell. not that they were gone. of course they weren’t gone. there would be another batch of hopeless, clueless, doomed saps ushered into gas-filled vans and made to compete for the excitement and pleasure of the bastards in their smoking jackets and grotesque masks - but, if anything, that made it worse.
i didn’t mean to show that to him, truly, i didn’t. it was pathetic to mourn the murdered as if i wasn’t complicit - foolish to expect any kind of sympathy from him. my initial desire for understanding had been pushed down as deeply as i could stand to bury it, and i was comfortably hidden from that constricting guilt as long as i paid attention. but i couldn’t stop what happened when i let down my guard, when - exhausted - i had fallen asleep beside him, instead of taking my leave as i usually did. i didn’t have control when the nightmares started - familiar images, dreams i had faced for years suddenly twisting into something far more grisly than what the reality had been.
blood and blame came crashing down around me, and i woke with a terrified gasp, panicked and disorientated for the moment it took for me to realise where i was. but once i recognised him beside me, i was all the more frantic to escape. this wasn’t what we were, this wasn’t what i wanted to show him, and i scrambled for my pants desperate to just get out of there… except he’d noticed, of course he had, and i had to work fast to avoid any unwanted questions. “ sorry - ” i whispered, as if quiet now would help at all, i found my shirt, and pulled it on, back turned to him. “ i didn’t mean to disturb you, i’ll go- ” i could hear my own voice shaking, and i hated it - when had i gotten so useless?
it didn’t work, his arm found my arm and he turned me around to face him. all i could do was keep my face turned away, the raw redness under my eyes was something i just couldn’t show to him. my heart was still racing, fear of the imagery in my dreams manifesting in what was very quickly hurtling towards a panic attack as i realised that it was all real. his hand gripped my chin, and i was forced to move with it as he tilted my head to see my face. i blinked up at him, falling still under his touch, his quiet demand impossible to argue with as i looked at him, frozen for what felt like an age under his gaze. my pulse thundered in my ears, and i could feel the unsteady ticking of a nerve in my jaw - shit.
“ i didn't mean to - ” my throat was impossibly dry, closing up around the words i couldn’t quite find. “ please let go. ” it was a whisper, quiet and desperate, “ i don’t want you to see me like- please don’t look at me like that. ”
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i really wish this wip had a chance to acually becomes something soemday because i think i've got a good beginning here
Chief Taneda is considering giving him a promotion due to his excellent work in the recent Mimic affair. Ango doesn’t think his work was excellent.
and more on that
But the situation was resolved to satisfaction, said Chief Taneda, and it was in part thanks to your effort, Sakaguchi-kun, and you should feel proud.
Ango doesn’t feel proud.
and i really like that part
Whatever sentiment led Dazai-kun to spare him that night, they’re now both alive to regret it.
and he's not eating or sleeping but then he has to take care of dazai for the night and he's still not eating or sleeping but as he decides to erase dazai's crime history he sits down to eat ? which i hadn't planned to write ? i kinda thought i was going to write about the Fucked Up Version Of That Relationship but somehow at their lowest point ango got saved by it so. whatever.
also i have a few dazai being a sap taking place in canon :
no one could find atsushi theatening unless they’ve managed to both activate his protective side and motivate him (so, only one person, and Dazai is still very proud to have taken Atsushi’s measure so justly when he first met him.
and this scene that decided what it wanted to be and would absolutely be scraped (unfortunately) but it has soooo many things (very self-indulgent)
[...] as dazai told them he would take care of the kids and ango, who seemed to occasionnally shake himself awake and - was he reaching for a pen ? His laptop ? Was he trying to work in this state ?
What was that he was saying ? Chibi ango working ? Chibi ango re, indeed, dazai would know, very industrious and loud creatures, but still. That was so - he was getting distracted. The kids, first. At this point - yes, at this point, there were people he could call to take them of his hands, weren’t there ? Probably everyone involvezd would be mad at him for it, which was the way he liked it.
So, after a very fuyn phone call that infuriated one person, confused another, and was sure to confuse and infuriates 2 to 4 others in teh morning, all that was left here was him and ango.
yes he called chuuya to dump atsushi, kyouka, lucy and kenji on him and akutagawa. does that make sense ? no. but it was funny. also ango sleep-workign and mumbling about chibi angos. look the chibi angos are my favortie part of wan, be it when ango's hallucinating them or when dazai is.
also in that folder i also have a whole scene where ango passes out on touching the book and then cries in dazai's arms. it's all very self-indulgent.
...still thinks it's a good beginning, though.
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Kid reads a draft of her third novel to Mu from chapter 12 of A Crack in Time!
I needed to draw something soft cos life sucks so here it is!
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Fixed! Anyways have my small ideas because I’ma Swaggy loser [AU their in our world as their C!’s
Mini Lil guys 🥺
BBH:
he hugs your fingers and pretends he’s hugging his giant s/o and prefers to ride in your bag/backpack
Wilbur:
he honestly loves your hair and how it’s his blanket. He prefers to ride on your shoulder/hand
Dream:
CUDDLE BUG, definitely loves your giant lap, likes to nap there, and definitely rides in your pockets
Q:
he likes to fly up to your face and kiss your nose. he loves to ride in your shirt pocket
Karl:
more snuggle bugs, he loves to be in your bed and just swim in your smell, he rides in your bag like BBH.
SapNap.
he’s a little feisty guy and burns his name into your stuff :/ but it’s hardly noticeable, again on your shoulder.
George:
he also likes your bed, and rides in your shirt pocket to take naps <3
Foolish:
He’s the size of your hand 🥺 but he likes to dance with your fingers like. He’s so tiny and you can easily spin him but you let him spin you just AAAAAAA, definitely loves your Shoulder for a ride
Okay like- This is adorable- and I'm going to write little scenarios for this as well.
If they boys were in the real word!
*Friendly reminder this is with their Minecraft personas! I don't write about CCs.
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Note: No pronouns used. GN reader.
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“Dream”
You searched for the whereabout of the little masked man. But he was nowhere to be found... Yet. You heard a tiny chuckle near you, it definitely was his laugh.
—Dreamie, is that you? –you asked, sitting on your knees so the little boy went closer to you. —Come on Dream, stop hiding from me.
The little one popped his head off next to the couch. He had a cute tiny smirk crossing his face.
—Sweet song! Sweet song! –the little one ran onto you, just to climb your legs. —Did I surprise you? –he asks, holding your hand that's giving him pats in his head.
—Yes Dream, you surprised me. –Giggles are heard from your mouth, making him grin while getting closer to you. —Now, how about we go outside, little guardian?
—Yes! >:D
“GeorgeNotFound”
The afternoon was nice and calming, honestly you needed it after all the work you had in the morning. Your concentration leaded onto the tiny mushroom boy that was sleepy over your cat, who was giving you the little creature in his loin.
—He fell asleep on you again, huh? –you couldn't help but giggle at the interactions your cat and George had. —Here, let me grab him.
Your hands grabbed softly the tiny creature just to put him in your chest pocket, the place he loved to be aside from your bed.
—Y/n...? –his little mumbling reached your ears, making him smile once your eyes landed on him. —Hello Mushroom. –he greeted you, snugging more in the little pocket.
—Hello Gogy, did you slept well? –he tired nod, just to fall asleep again, this time in the pocket. —Asleep again, such a sleepy mushroom.
The three of you passed the afternoon resting. It was calmly.
“Sapnap”
—Sapnap get down from there! –you exclaimed, watching the little tiny blaze-hybrid hanging from the roof lamp.
—Look Y/! I can fly! –he laughs, happily motivated by adrenaline.
—Get down from there you little arsonist! –you sighed. Dear he was hard to have.
The little boy went down, to ended up laying in your couch. His bright smile softened you, even though the little s-it used to burn his name of everything that meant your ownership. You couldn't lie, you loved the tiny creature. You held him softly in your hands.
—Don't do that again Sap, I could lose you if you fall too high onto the ground. –you mumbled, letting him snuggle in your neck. He was a very sweet panda when he wanted. —Promise?
—I promise Y/n!
“Badboyhalo”
The cutest little demon creature... Is the most clingy been you have ever met.
—Bad, sweetheart, could you please let me go? –you asked, watching the little ball cuddling in your hand, who shook his head while clinging more. —Oww please? My sweet demon?
—No! Warm! –he pouted.
—Bad ;w; please.
—No❤️
“Quackity”
You were laughing at the tiny duck hybrid that was flying away from your cats. They seem to confuse him with a bird, and they want to eat him.
—Y/n! Help me please! Q-Q
—Come here, Q, I'll save you. –you grab him carefully, letting him be near your chest. —There, you're safe now.
—Thank you! –he exclaimed happily, snuggling onto you.
You both passed the rest of the afternoon watching TV, but now he was safe in your arms.
“Karl Jacobs”
The sweet little baby boy was sitting in the top of your bag, since you promised to take him out in a ride. He looked at you, who was making sure you guys had everything you needed.
—Okay little one, I think we have everything! Ready to go? –you asked looking at him, who grinned while energetic nodding.
—Let's go! Let's go! –he giggled.
You could have die of cuteness there and now. But you had a ride to take this little gentleman on.
“Foolish”
He was playing with your hands, having little dances with you. You couldn't help but chuckle at his actions, he was really adorable.
—Foolish, aren't you tired of dancing? –you smiled, watching the little shark creature put another song to dance with.
—Nope! :D –he giggled.
You smiled at that, letting him dance with your hand for the 10th time now.
He was really happy, and so were you.
“Wilbur Soot”
You sighed, not being able to move your head since you had a little Wilbur Soot sleeping in your hair. How dare he be so cute?
You knew you weren't able to move, if you did you'll wake him up, and he would be a little mad Wilbur. And no one wants a little mad Wilbur.
—*yawn* Y-Y/n? –he mumbled, slightly waking up.
—Morning little psycho. –you greeted him, chuckling at the ticklish feeling of his little hands going down on your hair.
Wilbur went and cuddles you on your chest, getting warm in your hands, which were holding him so he didn't fall.
You and your little psycho were happy like that.
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*Hallo! Sorry if it's short I did it in a rush- and both imagination and motivation took vacations as well. So, hope you enjoyed this!
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