Hahajester

     He loved his house.      He loved how it brought comfort to him and his guests, and how it functioned for him as both a home and office. He loved how his kitchen smelled of tea and casseroles, how the pepper-mint candles could soothe him on even his worst of days (which came few and far between), and he loved how the rainy days were warm and dry.      He loved his books. Especially his books. He loved how he could just loosen his tie, get sucked in between pages, and within- what seemed like moments- the sun would rise on a new day.      If home was where the heart lied, though, he would have to argue that this- this glorious place made

   Donnie raised his head up through the open manhole and looked around, making sure it was safe. Determining that it was, he climbed up and turned around as soon as he was on the sturdy ground. He helped Mikey up as well and once they stood up, they looked around while staying close to each other.   The alley was dark and smelled nasty, like someone had been sick. The ground was littered with garbage and something sticky, something the two brothers suspected they didn’t want to know what it was.   At the end of the alley, they could see the street. People was walking by without even sparing a glance towards the dark place and cars

    (M/n)'s POV    Opening the fridge, (M/n) frowned at the lack of food. Didn't they restock recently? Closing the fridge, he wondered what time it was. He didn't want to be late like yesterday, Martha would kill him.    A chill raced up (M/n)'s spine as he turned from the fridge, looking into the darkness that surrounded him. Normally, it didn't bother him to navigate the house in the dark. But now, he had the sudden urge to turn on some lights.    Feeling for the wall, (M/n)'s hand brushed against something soft. Flinching away, his hand found the light switch and the kitchen was bathed in soft, yellow light. (M/n) breathed a sigh of

A/N: There is no Belle in this story. Accept it. I cannot possibly be the only closet Rumpel fan out there…it’s just not possible. He’s so……words cannot describe how obsessive I am over him. Of course, he’s completely OOC in my head…and here. I apologize. Mr. Gold hated to admit it, but he needed help. Somebody had slipped a sleeping death potion into Henry. It was a most peculiar brew, and Gold couldn’t help but feel as though the effects were familiar. As though it was made by somebody he knew. Who had slipped it into Henry’s drink, or food, or whatever was beyond him. This particular

"Mr. Black Hat? I brought you Earl Grey tea!" You knock a few times on the door of his office. No response. "Huh? I'm sure he's in there." You could hear muffled voices inside the room. One that definitely belongs to Black Hat and another unknown, slightly distorted voice. "How you've been doing? I heard your "ultimate" plan didn't work out that well." "UGH, don't remind me! Everything went exactly according to plan till I got thwarted by "THEM"!" You're really curious now. Who is your boss talking to? You knock one last time and slowly open the door. "I'm sorry in advance if I interrupted your conversation with a..........floating Dorito

My name is Dr. Flug. I'm a scientist working for Mr. Black Hat, the greatest villain in the world. It's a great honor to work for him so I should be content, right? I don't know... I try my best to not disappoint my boss but I'm a little clumsy and tend to think very pessimistic. Successes, failures... I had my share. Being a villain isn't as easy as it sounds. Especially if you're a minion of a powerful demon like Black Hat. He's like...a ticking time bomb. "Staying alive" has been really hard these days... Whenever he harshly rebuked me, it took a huge toll on my morale. Someday I prove Mr. Black Hat that I'm a real assist for his organizat

Kouen Ren x Male Reader Meeting Being the youngest child and the only boy in his family wasn't an easy life as others may have think. Not to forget that he is the heir to the throne of his Kingdom, which also adds more pressure to him. It's not like his sisters weren't allowed to be the next heir, they all were worthy in their own way and they probably would make a  wonderful Queen, but they just were to lazy for the job or not interested in it and some of them were even married already. So it was all placed upon his shoulders and no one seemed to care what his opinions were. Sometimes he envied his sisters, how easy their lives were, they