Motionless in White Imagines & One Shots (Open)

Genie in a Bottle

Dedicated to Tiffanijolly eternallywarped thevampiremeganne

It had been years since you had seen the light of day. You were trapped in a tiny bottle, locked away until someone rubbed it, summoning you and your three wishes. Your last master had been cruel, asking you to assist him with ungodly things... it ended with world war two. You secretly hoped no one would find your bottle, that you could stay locked in here forever... but another part of you wanted out. You wanted to see how the world has changed, feel the sunlight on your skin and take a deep breath of fresh air. You just didn't want to serve any more...

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Ricky walked through the antique shop. It was eerily quiet, the owner was the only other occupant and he was asleep. A small black bottle on the top shelf caught his attention, the label was faded. He tried to blow on it to make the dust disappear but it didn't. It remained stubbornly. He was fascinated with this bottle, so we walked up to the counter and dropped a ten dollar bill on it, quickly walking out of the small shop. Once in one of the many alleyways he rubbed the label with his thumb, dropping the glass on the concrete when a cloud of purple erupted from it. The cloud shifted into a woman. She knelt down dressed in a purple bikini and a mesh silver color covering. Her long onyx hair covered her face, when she lifted her eyes he revealed a set of silver irises. "How may I serve you, Master?" Her voice was like soft velvet. "Ummm... what the fuck?" She raised an eye brow, "I am sorry sir, I do not understand." "Who or What are you?" He asked, stumbling a few steps back. "I am y/n sir. I am a genie and I am to grant you three wishes." He swallowed thickly, trailing his eyes over her body. "Genies aren't real. Magic isn't real." He stated, rubbing his eyes. "I must be exhausted or something." He said starting to walk away. "Master I MUST serve you your three wishes." She pleaded, rushing to keep up with him. "Fine. I wish I had a cup of coffee." He said, trying to ignore her. Suddenly a heavy cup appeared in his hand, the aroma of fresh hot coffee tickled his nose. He spun to face her wide eyed with shock, a small smile on her face. "You have two more wishes Master."

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She sat on the sofa, the rest of the band sitting around her and hurling questions at her. Ricky sat in the back, looking up as much lure about genies as possible. "How long were you in the bottle?" Justin asked, "This time around? Seventy Six years." "How many wishes do you grant?" Vinny asked, "Three." "What happens after three?" Chris asked, "I return to my bottle until my next Master claims me." "You said this time around, what does that mean?" Ryan asked, leaning forward in curiosity. She swallowed nervously, looking down at her fidgeting hands. "I'm around two hundred years old. My first Master was cruel and used me for other things until he cursed me into being a genie. And when he was done he sold me to the highest bidder. Thankfully my bottle was lost for a very, very long time." She replied shakily, hoping these men would be kind. "What's your name?" Vinny asked softly, reaching out to hold your hand. "Y/n." She replied softly, pulling away from his grip. "How can we help you? I can't find much on the internet and I don't have any books on genies..." Ricky said, coming to stand in front of her. She bit her lips nervously before quietly stating "You have to wish me free." He smiled softly and knelt in front of her, making her lean away in fear. "Y/n. I wish for you to have a better life." "You have one more wish Master." She replied softly, starting to cry with happiness. "I wish to set you free y/n. He whispered before kissing her cheek. "I hope you choose to stay with me."