#First encounter

[voided-peach]

No one will ever believe you

[feleven]

😕

[choupistickfaitdesbetises]

"I've been in love with you from the start.

From the moment when we said our first hello."

It's not just a nice quote found in a book...

Some people actually lived it...

Armie meets Timothée for the first time.

[dark-hybrid-ninja]

Luis walks down the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets, listening to music with his wireless headphones. He was tearing up a bit, as he cried not too long ago.

*right as he did walk the older Half elf twin named Taiken accidentally bumps into Luis knocking him down* "Oh dear...im so sorry, are you alright?" *he held his hand out to help him up*

[aslostaszoro]

Luffy: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate, or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate? Shanks: I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.

[suckitdeku]

Hisoillu Week(end)

Prompt (08/23): past (first encounter)

Hisoka (24yo) was bored. He needed a new playmate. Illumi Zoldyck (21yo) just fell into his trap.

TW: blood, homie-cide, probably a violent family, stalkering, sexual references, so on and so forth... but just slightly :) also some typos.

This came out by the headcanon that my dear @lumizold and I had about their meeting. We also roleplayed it and it was the time of my life istg. Guess who roled who. Actually pretty easy. Too easy maybe. But here I tried to wrote them both on my own, and he liked the result, so i guess this is... good! At the very least. So shoutout to him for helping me understand better this difficult and majestic character, illumi zoldyck. He's now the boy of my life. And if it wasn't for him, i couldn't have written this as canonic as it- should be? is? well it's just conjugetion, we don't really care.

Enjoy!

Illumi was in the airship, heading towards a spot in the Padokea region where he got an assignment. A very important assignment... which would have made lots of money, according his grandfather Zeno, who just congratuled him for the assignment received. Well, if the Zoldycks' bank account was happy, the Zoldycks would have been happy too. Right?

He didn't question about it, but he had to admit that the request was pretty weird. Asking to a family of assassins for protection wasn't impossible, nor improbable, but... unusual? definiterly the most unusual thing ever happened to him. His square mind couldn't can a so shapeless thought... it was worst than having an uncovered glass of water in your car while speeding... and drifting. Up a montain road. Through sharp bends. In short, the water spills everywhere and you can't keep it in the glass, where it should have been since the beginning... if there were salted pistachios in that glass, they wouldn't have flown all over. Like the water did. He hated water as a kitten does.

Sitting straight and perfectly still in his second class seat, he kept overthinking his job assignment.

He knew little to nothing about it. Nothing too useful, and that was the reason he was ruminating the best way to make things work in case something went wrong upon his arrival.

A wealthy mafia boss has been repeatedly harassed by a real weirdo, whose incredible strength frightened all of his guards (all the hundred persons designated on working on his safety were terrified by him). He followed him everywhere he went, he stopped him to talk and ask him very molest questions. There, he had obtained this description of him: he was a molest man, tall and muscular with "shoulders like this" (you would say it's an accurate description), with magenta hair pulled back that stayed like this as if under an enchantment, a strange clown make-up with a little star and a teardrop under each eye, odd clothes with card suits motif and ridiculous shoes (again, what an accurate description...), but his voice was mellifluous and hardly you could discern his gentleness and his way of fooling you. It was so stressful, dealing with him. And therefore he was easily recognizable.

Illumk kept looking outiside the window.

The mysterious, molest clown was, among other things, a violent. He threatened to kill him in exactly five days, and already got in a fight with his guards, snuck in his super-secured estate's garden... well, he was a public manace walking on well-functioning legs. Illumi already thought that making those legs useless could be a good idea... but the client commissioned the homicide before he could pull out a joke of his, and so be it. In faxt, his job made more sense this way. Protect the client... by killing an enemy. Yes. This way, now, even the water in the glass had become governable in that devious journey.

And he went back to staring out the window.

He just wanted to go back home and see how his little brother Killua was handling their father's care.

?!?

Illumi felt dumbfounded. He wasn't effectively shocked, but... he still was speechless, his big black eyes whose pupils couldn't stand out over their irides were drawn towards the silent estate in front of him.

Corpses.

Corpses, corpses, corpses.

Corpses everywhere in the garden. Were they planted there as decorations, in order to scare the most cowards or were they there to give troubles to the one who had hired them?

One of the floor lamp along the walkaway had been blown. Something was stuck in it, and had short out part of the electric system, and now it was slowly catching fire.

It was... a playing card.

So, he really was dealing with a clown.

As if he was terrified, in that catatonic state of his, Illumi started running through the corpses, jumping over the blood puddles on his way, without sparing a glance at the deads' abhorrent expressions.

He really felt a bit of dread.

If... he failed...

He would not receive his payment! Those two- really serious parents perfectly capable of taking absolutely rational and logic decisions didn't get paid up front. Once, he tried to advice them about that little, hazardous detail... but after receiving that slap from his father, he couldn't even remember what was so hazardous about getting paid when the job was finished. And now they risked receiving nothing.

And yet, Illumi was right on time... he got embarked like a robot on the first available transportation, with the confidence that the clown would have made his appearence in eighteen hours circa... instead, the clown arrived and made them all dead. Deads. Deads everywhere.

Deads everywhere in every hallway he passed through. Was that a finger, that one he was seeing hanging on the wall with a card? Oh, yeah, it really was a finger. A little finger. Certainly a little finger, because the severed hand five meters further ahead was missing a little finger.

Macabre and thorny details passed under his unperturbed glare to embed in his mind, as if pinning them with pins on an enormous board. It was the summary of all the things he should be reporting his dad, along with his ass in order to let him whip it to a pulp, probably.

He began to spy a room, the only one with an open door, the warm light escaping by slithering through the threshold.

Corpses. Corpses everywhere. A man hanging on the wall, and one crawling to the door to escape, were the ones who immediately caught his big eyes.

A mature man, around his 50s and bald, was being held by the throat by... a... a guy really tall, and big... with a giggle sweet as honey, kind of mellifluous, his pale, muscular arms with protruding veins stretched towards the adult. Something about his appearence seemed off, but he didn't pay that much attention.

He was toying with the man. Like a white kitten pawing maliciously at a tailless lizard, already mortally wounded by his claws and canines. The man almost didn't try to free himself, but he looked like he was waiting for a miracle, a small glimmer of salvation to get his paws off of him.

They were the only ones alive.

— Oh, I guess I have visitors~

His murmur wasn't directed to anyone buy the adult between his hands, who he hold tightly. His face was vermilion. He could already see, already imagine them, some ecchymosis in his eyes, the attempts to free himself getting irregular and limp, his strangled sounds disappearing...

He finally showed himself up, throwing one of his pins already infused with Nen against the clown.

He, just as an expert performer in the circus, looked like he was expecting the pin as if it was a circus act he and his most trustworthy partner tried a thousand times. He moved even before the pin was ready to be flung, and... that was a matter of instants.

He bend his knees, threw back his head and all of his body. His back was a perfect arch in that pose so uncomfortable and artistic altogether. His hair, apparently with nothing left to hold it up, were now slipping across his face with oh so perfect features.

He abruptly released his victim in order to stay in that position, and the man stumbled in place for a single moment.

And threw himself back onto the clown, taking a breath in the process.

He jolted. Illumi, inside his soul, did the same.

The pin ended up on his jugular, and the man kept a hand on his neck, dazed. From the way he staggered you could tell he was dizzy.

With a wince which made him lose his playful smirk, the clown crouched down, ready to spring into action. His hair was in plac- his hair was in place, when had he recombed them?

He was glaring at the pin, without worrying about Illumi two meters away from them. He glared it. And glared at the man, while he was taking the unusual weapon and removing it from his neck. It was disgust. Disgust for his stupidity.

The man tumbled with a thud. His vertigo more dizzy than before with every squirt of blood gushing out the wound, now more deadly than before.

— Everyone knows that wounds with the weapon still inside should not be touched.

Both him and the Zoldyck watched him pant with wide eyes. The realization about his screw-up had hit him hard, just like the thought he was dying. The unknown man, pulling out a playing card, wondered if the victim of that cruel fate was thinking of something in particular: a warm greeting to his liver or the burning desire to spit on his father's and his assassin's tomb. They observed his life slip away from his eyes.

— If the weapon is still inside, you still have the chance to save your life yourself.

A strangled sound.

His eyes glassy.

An embarassing silence. The Zoldyck was stuck and static. He wasn't swinging lightly on his own feet. He wasn't shifting his weight from a side to the other, and he wasn't looking away from the new cadaver, still warm. He looked nervous in his own way. He was extremely illegible.

— Don't tell me that the one whose life I just casually took away was the mafia boss who instructed me to kill you.

— No no~ — the stranger laughed, turning to face him. That Zoldyck was so ugly and ungroomed... black hair cutted in a bob, his athletic figure concealed by a banal track suit in unattractive colors or... generally not very colorful. And it was such a shame, because his doll-like eyes, his perfect and also symmetric features, summed up with those thin, pinky lips with an adorable shape were really attractive. — He was head of the guards.

— So where did you left the person I'm looking for?

— Right at your feet, asking for mercy~

Illumi lowered his gaze. There was the man he previously saw, ho looked like he was crawling for his dear life.

Illumi took a deep breath, staring at him without batting an eye. Literally. Not a movement. He didn't even looked mad. No throbbing vein on his neck. Nor sweat droplets.

The maniac tried to incite him.

— I got bored waiting for you~ I decided to kill time playing cat and mouse. Or mice~ obviously you can see they're city mice~ they didn't run away from me well enough... I had to kill 'em all to satisfy my bloodlus-

The Zoldyck turned around, and calmly started walking away.

The maniac stayed there, looking at the threshold, batting his lashes with surprise.

Was he dumb?

He jogged after him, as if nothing had happened.

!?!

— Weren't you going to kill me~?

— Stop moaning and lower your voice.

— Coomee ooon~ answer me~

— I haven't been paid.

— Yeah, no shit, you didn't finish your job yet if I'm still alive~

— He who hired me is dead. The contract is no longer valid. I'm going back home.

— To mommy and daddy, huh~?

— Yes. If I'm going back home I'm going back to them. Not to other people.

— And don't you want to entertain yourself with me, killing time together~?

— No. I don't have time.

— Yes you have, that guy's dead and no one can disturb us while we're getting to... know each other~

That maniac was sticling his hands out too much. Yep. Pretty molest. He slapped them away, and the man groaned in pleasure.

— No. I have to go back home and explain this trouble.

— So~? I took away your assignment, you should be mad, or scared of their reactions~

— I'm just pensive.

— What else~?

He developed him in his sticky embrace, whispering in his ear. He believed he was pushing him into talking about more interesting matters, with his own hands brushing and caressing his hips, because he felt shivers running on his skin.

— I feel like. Having a lollipop.

— Here, take it, babyboy.

The Zoldyck, amazed, turned to face him, still in his embrace, as if it was nothing. His eyes weren't surprised, but his arched brows definitely were. Now they were both still, one before the other, and were looking at each other. Then, his black eyes slowly drifted away from the stranger's pure gold irises to halt on his lightly stretched-out hand.

Between tapering fingers, tightly hold between long and sharp nails, there was a small lollipop.

He batted his lashes and took it. It was as thin as a card, under his fingertip, and... seemed a card, for real.

— Are you kidding me?

The lollipop, point of contention of the two hands, suddenly became a card. A jolly.

Too fun. He was being sarcastic.

The man smiled like a fox, his lips stretched and closed, eyes narrowed. — It's a trick~

Illumi squeezed his eyelids, unamused, and took some distance from him to look at his face. His make-up was odd, it was true. He just noticed it. It seemed like a make-up for clown, maybe because of the teardrop and the tiny star, but... clowns didn't paint their face that way. They were... so colourful and showy.

His gaze wenr back to normal, while the man kept staring at him. — You... are not the clown I was looking for, right?

The man lost his smile, and gazed at him. His eyes had lost their light. He didn't seem to be enjoying himself either. — I am a magician, little Zoldyck.

And he parted his lips in a "o", his brows lightly arched as if comprehensive. — So you're not who I'm looking for. — and he added under his breath that, in fact, the magician make-up wasn't included in the identikit, and that he was licky he recognized it. The man's frown deepened.

— I indeed am the one~ you silly~

— No, you're wrong. I'm looking for a clown. He looks exactly like you... but he paints his face like a clown.

— You dummy, I'm the one who persecuted your client~ I did it on purpose, in order to lure you here~

The Zoldyck parted again his thin lips in a "o" shape, and his eyebrows raised, too. Maybe he realized he was in a trap.

— But I was told to look for a clown... you're a magician, I noticed it.

— I am a magician, my name's Hisoka, — he spelled his introduction for the idiot. — As a matter of fact, however, I get mistaken for... a cheap clown.

— Clowns are not cheap. — said the young man. On second thought, he looked really young — They make you laugh, scared and kill people.

— Only in horror movies.

— My life is a horror movie.

Hisoka smiled a little hearing those words. — You're an enjoyable person, little Zoldyck~

— I'm not little. I'm the firstborn.

— But how~ how old are-

He got interrupted by an unpleasant noise. In the quiet of the night, to sweep away the blissful and relaxing sensation of the humid air brushing the naked skin, several sirens got closer to the location of the slaughter.

The Zoldyck started running to the woods. Hisoka, without missing a bit, followed right after.

— And here I thought you enjoyed attention, all eyes on you. — the Zolduck murmured, between a long stride and the other. — Back there, there are lots of eyes ready to watch you and lots of hands ready to catch you.

— But no one could do it like you~

That answer didn't break him down, instead he quickened his pase. Hisoka was stalking him.

— You still haven't ask me a single thing. — he said after one minute of jogging in the wood.

The Zoldyck didn't spare him a single look. — I don't care.

— But we're walking together~

— You're following me.

— Talk to me, coomee oonnn~

— I gotta go.

Hisoka grabbed him in his embrace, forcing the other to stop.

— What's your name~?

— I have no time. — was his crude response

He found himself pointing a pin against his throat, and his Adam's apple grazed it as it bobbed to swallow and moan.

But Hisoka craved for more. He crawled over his body as if he were dying. He didn't care about the pin, may the pain be welcomed, on the contrary. But he needed to be with him.

— I'm bored~ so bored~ I need... someone on my level to fight with~ I've set a trap for you to meet you, little Zoldyck.

So he had revealed his cards. I hoped to intrigue him. It had to intrigue him. He had to get it out of that head somehow. Maybe it would all end in a bloodbath.

But the Zoldyck just kept glaring at him. — I'm sorry. I can't stay here risking to het caught. If you know my surname, you also know my family and the rumors going around us.

Hisoka nodded, purring on him. He wasn't trying to leave his arms anymore. — No one know your names and your faces, so infamous in everywhere in Padokea~

— My father would not appreciate me ending up in jail. — he pointed out. — I don't know about you, but I don't want to get arrested.

Hisoka's face leaned over towards his. — When will I see you again, then~?

And the young man allowed himself to be deceived. He paid no attention to that touch, to those hungry looks, and only said a few words.

— Are you able to remember phone numbers?

A shiver run down his spine. A Zoldyck's phone number was the best he could hope for, obviously after a fuck/fight with one of them. — Ohh~ well, yes, yeah...

— I'm going to tell you. — he cutted short.

But Hisoka moaned, attaching himself on his body. Illumi felt with a growing embarrassment... something poking against his hips. — Oh no, just not right away~ if you write it on my arm... I'll show you a trick and no one will see your number~

The young man stayed still, looking at him. In silence. His eyes shone a bit. — A magic trick?

— I'm a magician for a reason~

He batted his lashes. — Arm. — he streched out his hand.

Hisoka vibrated with excitement, extending it to to him, nonchalantly. He still had his lips streched in that fox-like smirk of his. — How merciful of you~ you allow me to still stay close to you and give me such a cuddle~? I must seem to you to be on the verge of death and in need of one last wish~

The young Zoldyck took something out of his pocket. A small pin, so sharp, the top of it green. Slowly, looking at him in the eye, he started likinv it, his pink tongue leaving saliva at every lick.

Hisoka didn't know exactly what that little show he was witnessing was, but he knew that he didn't mind it at all. His throbbing member between his legs told him so. The warm pang in his stomach told him so. The eyes that became pools of liquid gold at the heavenly sight.

When it was all nice and moist, he dully took it away from his mouth.

— Are you going to write with that~?

— Yes. How are you going to hide the number?

— With my favorites Nen technique, of course~

He carried it lightly against his skin. He pressed the tip gently, and when he broke the skin a trickle of blood flowed calmly.

The night was torn from its quiet by the moans and cries of pleasure of a man, sweetly tortured by a very nice, unique and skilled assassin, who loved to dilate time under his expert touch to prick it with pins.

Hisoka couldn't remember ever feeling so excited.

When their paths separated, the young assassin had discovered that Bungee-gum has the properties of both rubber and gum, and Texture Surprise could be very useful in cases where the wounds needed to be hidden in some way, and Hisoka had discovered that the person with whom he had pleasantly spent minutes of total ecstasy was called Illumi Zoldyck, and that his telephone number was... divine when written in blood.

[nekofra]

Still thinking about their first encounter

Like you've never seen each other and you say something like this wolfwood

[thehusbandoden]

The Beauty- Dabi x F! Reader

Dabi goes to destroy an agency, but is interrupted by a girl EXACTLY his type.

227 words

(b/d)-body type, (h/l)-hair length, (h/c)-hair color, (e/c)-eye color, (s/t)-skin tone

Dabi's P.O.V:

Stepping out of the alley, I walked towards the agency building. The agency was shared between five new heroes that could pose a problem in the future, hence why I'm about to burn the place to the ground.

Striding towards the agency, I readied my arm. About to strike, I stumbled as a force ran into my back. Glaring back, I stopped as I saw a (b/t) girl around 20.

She had (h/l), (h/c) hair and bright (e/c) eyes. She was breathtakingly gorgeous. Her (b/t) body looked perfect to me, making me think about taking her as mine. She was perfect in every way, and I wanted her.

"I-I'm so sorry sir! A-are you okay?!" She squeaked, causing me to smile. She's cute too. "No problem Doll." I winked, causing the girl to turn red. "U-u-uh." As she moved to grab her fallen books I crouched to help, intentionally brushing hands with her.

"T-thank you very much." The girl squeaked, (s/t) cheeks a bright pink. "I didn't catch your name." "O-oh.. I'm (Y/n) sir." "Alright Dollface. See you around." I wink. After (Y/n) scrambled off my heart dropped as I saw her rushing toward the agency.

Chuckling darkly, I turned around, deciding that today wasn't the best day to rampage. And so, I headed back to the bar with the beauty (Y/n) on my mind.

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[bl-bam-beyond]

DEEP NIGHT (2024, THAILAND)

Episode 3

Magical moments for Wela (PIYANGKUL SAOHIN aka FIRST) and auction winner Khem (PARAMEE THESDAROON aka SHOGUN)

Khem and Wela Together ❤️

@pose4photoml @lutawolf @kingofthereblog-boysloveed

[fandomfrenzy97]

My 5th 1st ever trip to Hogsmeade…naturally I invited Sebby along to be my travel companion…I have no regrets 😁. It did annoy me slightly that I had to undo the damage Trolls had caused by casting Reparo, all on my own…I’m trying so hard not to hold a grudge against Sebby while I become smitten with him once again…how can a girl resist, after all 😍🐍💚.

[hanro50]

The ruins #6: First contact.

Contact report by Greg P17-5

We flew closer to investigate. The small ship had seemingly ran out of fuel and was now adrift at the edge of our cluster of space. We expected another scene similar to what we saw in the past few instances.

Our sensors indicated the atmosphere within the space craft was much to low to support life. Yet as we flew closer to board. Something hit our shields. In response we backed up, we detected some strange beams of <light> radiating from the craft.

Fortunately we had a tech priest aboard. Having had experience with the binary encodings used by the electron based binary calculation engines the tech priests had been reverse engineering. He was able to decode the strange beams of <light> to a format our systems could comprehend.

We where unsure what the date was...untill the tech priest finally was able to decoded the data into a set of images and air vibrations. This would have been good...if we knew how to understand what was being sent. Fortunately the tech priest also found a strange data stream within the air vibrations and images that he could translate into a sequence of <light> that we could comprehend.

The ship was asking for help. It seems it ran out of fuel and the warning shot was out of fear rather then malice. Using what the tech priest was able to learn we could send a message back to the stranded ship. "We not kill you. We help. Struggle to get broadcast. Unknown medium of communication. Can we make formal greeting?"

We got back a simple "ok". We managed to board the ship. Our space suites keeping us safe from the low pressure environment we found ourselves in. Within the ship was a bipedal creature using some form of mechanical locomotion in an environment that should have never given rise to life.

The universe is truly an odd place.

[magicspace114]

Old shadows

You noticed you were being followed a few days after going out with Toby for the first time so logically, you assumed it was your ex. You didn't want to worry Toby again so you left them with your family now that they were better aquainted. This time, you were ready to kick Freddy's ass.

When driving, you didn't notice his truck but on pulling into an empty car park, you suddenly became aware of eyes on you. There was a deep, crawling feeling up the back of your neck and as you got out and looked around. No car pulled in after you.

There was a derelict, old building attached to the car park but you were more focused on the unkempt trees surrounding it. Whoever was watching you was there and you knew it.

You were in fight mode, shoulders squared and chest puffed out, "come out!" You called, "I know you're there!"

So you expected Freddy or one of his friends to come slipping out of the bushes. You were unprepared for the creature that was actually there. It stood on two legs and was covered in feathers. It looked like how dinosaurs were depicted after people found out they had feathers. Its arms had longer flight feathers, like wings, with three digits on each hand and sharp claws.

They let out a low growl, snapping their beak at you in an obvious threat. Their tail swished from side to side, showing off a large fan of black and blue feathers. They walked just like a dinosaur too as they stepped towards you, arms curled under them and hunched forward, tail being used as a counterbalance.

They weren't scared of you like Toby was, or at least they weren't showing it like Toby was. You swallowed and took a step towards them to see their reaction. "So you were the one following me," you kept your voice strong and put up a bravado, hoping to find some evidence that your 'deadly' reputation would work on this creature.

They hissed at you, rising up a little and snapping more, bearing their claws on their hands. Their feet were like a bird's, unfeathered but clawed. If they weren't so decked out with pointy defences, you might have marvelled in their beauty. Sure, they were an alien but the mix of black and bright blue feathers was quite a sight.

You moved to the side, hoping to get a better look at them. They weren't coming for you but they also weren't backing down either. They didn't speak to you aside from the hisses and growls.

You spotted more restraints, easily seeing them around the alien's ankles but the feathers hid them at their wrists and neck. They also wore the same flight suit as Toby which you were beginning to think was more of a prisoner uniform.

"What are you?" You asked out loud, not expecting them to really answer you. Predictably, they just growled.

A sharp pinching on the back of your neck made you jump and shoot your hand back there. You felt something slimy and as you brought it back, you found a gecko creature, no bigger than your middle finger.

There was blood too but you were staring at this other creature. It had purple, slimy skin and big, bulbous eyes. It had two antennae on the top of its head and two pairs on insect-like wings. It was wearing the same uniform, only slightly smaller.

Your vision swayed and you saw double. You looked up and the sky was suddenly too bright, "wh-at's happening?" You stumbled to the side, trying to stay upright. The gecko flew out of your hand and towards the dinosaur. Neither approached you as you fell onto the pavement.

You tried to push yourself back up, shaking your head as if that would shake off whatever effect the gecko's bite was causing. Your stomach twisted with how everything moved around you and you had to close your eyes to stop it from making you sick.

You heard footsteps creeping closer but it took everything in you just to hold yourself up on your hands and knees. You were frozen to the spot, just willing yourself to stay conscious.

"Did it work?" A small, high-pitched voice asked.

A growl answered, "this better not kill it. This is our only lead on Totobyc."

"Who are you?" You mumbled.

"It's still awake!" A small chirp left the one with the high pitched voice.

Something shoved you to the ground, making you smack your head into the pavement, hard. Your eyes opened briefly to both aliens standing over you before you blacked out.

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[dark-hybrid-ninja]

Yakumo and Eiden were out in the market buying ingredients to take back home for dinner. Eiden wanted to show off that he could cook and take care of the snake. He goes to explore the market and runs into someone and falls on his ass. "Ouch...sorry.."

Meanwhile Yakumo was inspecting the different things sold at the market and didn't notice Eiden left.

*The pink haired male also was on the ground as he had dropped his package of Salmon* "Ow...its fine...i should have been careful myself..are you ok?" *he would ask as he held his hand out for him* "your not hurt are you" *his golden eyes looks directly at Eiden asking as he waits for him to take his hand to help him up*

[drama-glob]

Here at the Start

Chapter 2: Face to Face - Ozzie arrives at the hospital to show Fizz his new prosthetics.

Fizzarolli was about to try and call Ozzie to ask where he was at when he could hear footsteps approaching, making him sit up in his bed with both curiosity and anticipation. He could hear some muffled conversation, but couldn’t see much beyond a silhouette through the large frosty-white window. Fizz then blinked in surprise at the door opening, followed by feeling disappointed that it was just his main doctor. “What’s up? Did you miss a spot when you were poking and prodding earlier or do you just enjoy my company?” the amputated demon sassily inquired.

 Fizz failed to notice the flash of nervousness on the other’s face as Dr. Brigham looked from him to the door he came in from, but his question was soon answered as he replied, “I am here to introduce you to the one and only Ruler of Lust, Lord Asmodeus. He has graciously come to greet you in person, so please be on your best behavior and show some respect. He undoubtedly is very busy.”

 “What?” was all Fizz had time to say or even process as a moment later, the door was pushed open with a large arm and hand coming into his line of sight. Staring wide-eyed and fixated on the entrance now, Fizz watched as a big pink box was first set inside the room by the same being, followed by them somehow maneuvering their giant, prominent body through the door and just barely fitting inside without having to crouch down.

Here is the link on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48295024

@charsawdeath @pastaprincess @my-dark-lord Hope you enjoy their first real encounter. :)

[lotus-soup-pot]

The First Encounter

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