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pynkgothicka · 1 year

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Request: can you write where OC who is in the police force/ a detective and trying to catch the world notorious mafia king (no one knows what he looks like). OC found an injured jimin and helped him. Jimin became madly obsessed with oc, stalked oc and kidnapped oc and made oc his

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Synopsis - Your a new detective who gets put on a rough case to solve a string of cocaine over doses.

Pairing - Yandere! Jimin x Fem! Reader

Featuring - Toni Braxton, Jackson Wang (Begrudgingly.)

Tags and Warnings - Drug mentions, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Jimin being a little bit mean, sexual tones towards the end

Authors Note - I need to write more mob boss fics. Tis was fun.

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality. This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Your office was blistering cold as you stared at a huge file on your desk.

You were tasked with connecting and solving a string of cocaine related deaths. Your boss, the police chief Toni, had gave you the case hoping to give you experience with a big case rather than a little one for your first case under the detective title.

But the scenes you saw with this case haunted you. Slacked jaws and frothing mouths. All while the environments around them showed their hopeless situation. You felt bad for the men, probably all dealing with addiction.

You were shaken from your thoughts as the door opened, Toni handing in a weeks worth of lab data. “The lab work for the coke came back. All of the various samples provided were all of the same, and get this, were all stronger and more concentrated.”

“That would make sense, all these men who died we're big named in the crime world.” You added standing up, grabbing both badge and gun. “That would make all the deaths planned! I'm going out, doing one last swoop of some of the crime scenes. I think I'm looking past a bigger picture.”

“Well who do you think it is?"

“I don't know. But I think it's a power play thing. I just need to do investigate more! got this!” You said rushing out of your office, leaving a stunned Toni.

She began to look at your board, seeing towards the end of your board a blank face with the name Jimin written in red ink. He had no connection to the case, but you were considering him.

Toni took a deep breath before shaking her head. “This can't be good...God please protect her…”

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As you drove down to the first crime scene, you tried to clarify any leads as who it could possibly be. This has been your focus for the last week, and you had to prove your worth to Toni. It was a personal goal, but hopefully a goal that would be in good favor.

When you pulled into the first crime scene, the place was obviously a party house. The yard and peeking inside, were both messy. Jackson Wang's body was found here, a known crime boss and partier. This was probably one of his go to rental spaces for parties.

You walked past the yellow tape and glanced at the main room. It reeked of booze and death. The table that sat right in front of Jackson's deathbed was still messy as the night of his death. What's a better place to start looking again rather than here?

The table had split drinks, which were now sticky, all over it. But what caught your eye was a brown paper bag. Upon a closer examination, there was a small “P” written on the top. You rose a brow at that. Then you picked it up, looking inside to see more coke.

What drug dealer would mark their works at a and then leave it there once the area became a crime scene? Wouldn't they want to get rid of any connection to the death? More so why hadn't the police picked it up during their first sweep through? Toni was initially over this case, and she didn't seem to be the type to leave crucial evidence behind.

You slipped on a glove and picked up the brown paper bag, putting it into a small zip lock bag you'd brought. Maybe this would be the key to figuring out the cases? You’d just have to visit the other spots and see if the bag was there as well.

Upon your way out you heard a loud gutteral yell. You followed the sound seeing a dark haired man holding his abdomen. He hissed as he slid down the wall. His assailant hurried off, but you didn't have time to chase him up on close inspection of the injured man. Blood began to seep through his shirt.

“Holy shit! Sir, I…I'm going to bring you to the nearest hospital. Just hold onto me while I bring you to my car.” He gave you a small nod, almost as if he had a choice in the matter. You refused to let this man die.

You got down to his side, grabbing his arm to lift him up. You carried his body to the back seat of your car. He kept hissing and groaning, but you settled him down with a cold water bottle you had. “Keep this on or near the wound. It will slow down your blood flow so you don't lose as much.” You then quickly got in and cranked the engine, setting the car to drive.

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Jimin laid in the hospital bed, eyes trained to his right, watching as you slept. The amount of love he held for you, reached no boundaries. Jimin knew he was obsessed, but it's not like he could do anything about it.

Once Jimin saw something he wanted, he had to have it.

Jimin had everything planned out.

The police station was already deep in his grasp majority of them being corrupt and self serving. Especially Toni.

Police Chief Toni Braxton was one of his ex’s. It was a relationship that ended months ago and something he didn't miss. However he knew for a fact she missed him.

All it took was hint the possibility of getting back together. And with that Toni almost immediately to fell into her place for his plan.

“Jimin, I still love you. I know I shouldn't but I do.” Toni told him. He knew if he visited her apartment, she would be all over him again. Which was correct, as she was already on his lap, and he hadn't been there not even 30 minutes.

“Oh baby, I'm willing to bring back what we had. I missed all this.” Jimins hand grasped at her ass hard, knowing she'd bruise. Toni let out a small gasp as Jimin continued. “I just need you to do a small favor for me.”

“Anything for you. You know that.”

“You know that new detective you promoted baby? I want her on my case.” Jimin said leaning into Toni's neck, leaving small hickies.

“Why?” She gasped out. Her hand went to his face, pushing his eyes to meet hers. She placed her forehead on his own, lips almost about to connect.

“You know I don't wanna get caught now? She won't be able to catch me, catch us. Just do it until I get things together, then we can have that life we always talked about.” And with that Jimin connected her lips, sealing his ask with a small hot and heavy makeout.

That marked down Toni, next he needed to play hurt. But he knew he couldn't just fake being seriously hurt. He'd already contacted the hospital about his plan, in hope that they'd receive a small extra shipment of what he has to offer.

So he got one of his guys to stab him in the alley by that dickhead Jackson's place. He knew you'd have to revisit as he made sure to leave some things missing from the initial crime scene. Once Jimin saw you, he waited a few minutes before whispering a small now for his man to stab him.

And it hurt.

It fucking felt like he'd been shot, but ten times worse. The stab wasn't deep but still.

But he was relieved as he saw your worried expression come into view.

All of that hard work led to now, him watching your slumbering face. You'd refused to leave his side upon arrival and he couldn't be more grateful for it. You had such a sweet heart. More so you couldn't see the game he was playing.

He was so rudely pulled from his gaze as Toni walked in, brown locs pulled into a pony tail. She took off her uniform seemingly to present herself to him. Her white button down had a few unbuttoned near the top and her pants hugged her curves just right.

It left such a bitter taste in his mouth.

“Jimin! I heard you were hurt.” She turned around looking at your passed out form in the chair. “She's still here?”

“Yeah. Why are you here Toni? The hospital doesn't play with visitors. They're allowing her to stay as mine right now.” He rambled on.

A lie.

But just maybe he could piss her off enough to where she could go on her own accord. But Toni only came closer hands resting on his shoulder.

“I know, I just worry about you. Shes begun to piece things together.” Toni kissed at his temple. “I just hope she doesn't end up getting hurt. I can't have you go to jail for murder now.”

Jimin shrugged Toni away. “Just not right now. I'm actually fucking hurting and all you can think about is her. Obsessed much?”

Hypocrite.

Toni took a step back before letting out a huff. “Fine. I'll text you later whenever your not being a asshole. Make sure my detective gets back safe.”

Jimin knew damn well he was going to do the exact opposite. In fact she was never going to see him nor you ever again. As soon as Toni walked through the door, she just about secured his and your future together.

“Don't worry baby, I got some men coming get us. It's going to be so nice. I'm happy your played along with all this. I love you.”

#dark writing #tw dark content #tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere blog #pjm #bts pjm #yandere bts #bts yandere #dark bts #yandere Jimin #yandere park jimin #dark park Jimin #dark Jimin

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borninwinter81 · 2 months

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DIY budget cyber/industrial outfit - first time in public!

I made a couple of previous posts about this dress here and here, as well as the matching collar, and I thought it would be fun to show how I styled it when I wore it for the first time on Friday. Honestly I was a little concerned it would just look dumb, but when I tried it with the full makeup and shoes I was pleasantly surprised at how much I liked it.

Apologies for the abysmal photo quality, especially in the first image. I don't have a good camera and I wanted to try and show the full outfit. That blurred mirror selfie is the only head to toe picture I got.

I didn't mention in my other posts but in addition to making patches for the dress I also nipped in the seams so it fit me better (it was my size but kinda shapeless, and I wanted to give myself a waist). This is very easy to do with almost any dress, skirt or top, you just put the garment on inside out, pinch in the side seams so they fit the contours of your body (try and do this equally on both sides) and pin them together. Safety pins are best so you don't accidentally hurt yourself.

Take the garment off and draw a smooth line with tailors chalk connecting all the pins, then sew along that line, either with a machine or by hand. Turn right side out and try it on again. Provided you're happy with the fit, trim away the excess fabric. You may need to be careful if it's a fabric that could fray - I usually go over the seams again with a zig-zag machine stitch to try and minimise this. There are also products you can buy like fray-check. If in doubt, or there isn't much excess fabric you could just leave the seams untrimmed.

The length is a little out of my comfort zone so I wore gym shorts underneath to help myself feel less exposed and reduce the risk of flashing - I tend to do this with any dress or skirt that's above the knee anyway.

Continuing the budget theme, rather than buying any new accessories (again, cyber stuff is mega expensive) I looked through my wardrobe for items I already had that might work.

These goggles are not the usual kind of cyber goggles, but they matched everything else I was wearing. I was given them by a friend who was getting rid of them ages ago so they cost me nothing!

I really didn't feel like making and wearing cyberlox, so instead I just got some yellow hair elastics and did a ponytail.

I made these arm warmers about 12 years ago. You can probably tell that they began life as a pair of skinny jeans. To cut down on the amount of sewing I needed to do I used the existing hem and seams. After cutting them to a length I liked I did the pinch and pin thing to make them fit to my arm, and put in zips along the outer seam to make them easier to put on. As it turned out this wasn't necessary because the fabric is stretchy enough that I can pull them on and off. The zips add a nice bit of visual interest though.

I ripped a hole in each one for my thumb, and I had a pack of extra large hook-and-eyes, so I sewed the "eye" parts down them and added some old bootlaces. I've never been 100% happy with this decoration, but I haven't had any inspiration on how to change them in the last 12 years.

I wanted a necklace in addition to the collar, and couldn't think of anything more appropriate than this. I originally got it for a cosplay, Vasquez from Aliens, and with the big yellow industrial loader from the end of that movie which Ripley uses to fight the Queen alien... it seemed there was kind of a connection there.

I once met Jeanette Goldstein whilst dressed as Vasquez and told her she was my childhood hero and she signed these tags, but unfortunately most of the signature has come off when I was cleaning them.

Lastly, the boots. As with any goth outfit the footwear tend to be the most expensive, particularly if you want ridiculous platform heels like these.

When it comes to footwear, I really would not recommend any alternative brand names like Killstar, Koi or similar. They're often terrible quality, the heels will snap, the soles will peel off, zips will break. In my opinion the only decent specifically alternative shoe brand are New Rock (even they're lower quality than they used to be in the 90s) and although New Rock do make heels I wouldn't wear them often enough to justify spending £200 on a pair. I prefer flats the majority of the time!

The brand of these is Funtasma, and I believe they are intended for use by pole-dancers, meaning they're decent quality and will be up to a night of dancing in a club. I took a change of shoes along with me to put on at the end of the evening but they are surprisingly comfortable for the first few hours.

I got them about 15 years ago on sale, and at that time they were around £40. Not cheap but not super expensive either, and I've definitely got my money's worth out of them. I had them re-soled once with special toughened soles that have extra grip so they're safer to walk in, but that's it. One time I even did the 3 mile walk home at 2am in 6 inches of snow wearing these because I didn't want to wait hours for a taxi (an occasion where I did not take a change of shoes!)

So, not your standard cyber outfit, but one that gives my own spin on this look (which should be the goal with any fashion style - a guideline to create something unique, not a rulebook that you have to follow 100%) and was put together super cheaply. The only new things I bought were the dress, fabric to make the patches, and a pack of multicoloured hair elastics.

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not-krys · 6 months

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Fictober 2023: Kitchen Talks

Prompt: #31: It's Not Your Fault

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Rating: General

Characters: Solomon, Miriam "Miri" (OC)

Summary: Miri talks with Solomon about their current situation.

Notes: Obey Me: Nightbringer Spoilers, fluff, comfort, original character, platonic relationship, not beta read.

I'm well aware that Fictober 2023 has already passed, but I didn't get a chance to finish this one in time, but thanks to a different, similarly-themed wip in my 100 Themes challenge, the juices for this one started flowing again and I finally finished it. It might be almost three weeks late, but I'm adding it to my list at the very least.

WC: 1050

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The smell of warm soup floating in the air normally would be a comfort to Miri as she stood in front of the hot stove, but this evening, it was not as soothing as it usually was.

Cocytus Hall was so quiet compared to the House of Lamentation. Solomon tried his best to be a good roommate and mentor for her, but there was only one of him (thankfully) and he generally was a quieter companion compared to her adoptive family. No Beel to stand drooling over her shoulder as Belphie tried his best to pull him back. No Mammon yelling about his next money-making scheme while Lucifer gave him the stink eye in the hallway. No Asmo cooing over his reflection in the pots and pans. No Satan telling everyone to be quiet, that they were all too noisy, while the distant sounds of a video game echoed from Levi's room, a small chirp or groan periodically piercing the monotony of beeps and whirs.

Though anyone else would complain that it was too much noise for any normal person to handle, once it was gone, Miri couldn't help but feel lonely in the quiet kitchen.

She then felt a hand touching her cheek, a white hand that gently wiped away a tear she hadn't noticed was falling.

"I know you like sweet things, Miriam." Solomon said gently, "but a soup made of your tears doesn't sound all that good to me."

Miri wiped her other cheek on her sleeve, sniffling quietly.

"And I thought I banned you from the kitchen. Multiple times."

"How can I refuse the call to help my favorite pupil when she's in distress?"

"How did you even get through the spell on the door? I thought I finally got it right this time."

"You did, don't worry." Solomon smiled, "I just have a knack for getting into places if I try hard enough."

"…Yeah, that's true."

"You didn't have to agree so quickly."

"Just, sit on the stool then, if you want to stay. And don't touch anything."

"Yes, ma'am." Solomon did as told, sitting obediently on the stool near the door.

Soon, silence took over the small kitchen. Miri's pink curls bounced as she moved about, grabbing this spice or that spoon. Solomon watched her carefully, his hands itching to want to help her, despite knowing that she would get mad at him, again, for interfering with their food. He just couldn't help it sometimes. His knee bounced as he sat.

"Simeon told me what happened today at RAD. About how you'd twisted your ankle and that he had healed it after Mammon had held the salve hostage."

Miri froze, looking down at her healed leg, but remembering the events surrounding it.

"… I tried to stop him." She said, "but even after a good scolding, he still wouldn't listen, acting like a petulant child. It was so strange."

"Strange? Mammon normally is petty, if I remember correctly."

"Not like this." Miri turned the heat down under the pot, letting the stew simmer. "Usually after he realizes he's done wrong… well, he won't always openly apologize, but he would try to make things right."

"And… there was something else too." She pulled up her sleeve, showing white marks on her arm, Mammon's pact symbol most prevalent with a golden yellow glow.

"Sometimes, the glow dims, like I'm losing my connection to him." Pulling her sleeve up further, she showed more of her pact tattoos glimmering on her dark skin. All the glows that symbolized her connections to the seven demon brothers had grown dimmer.

"It feels that way with all of them. Like… I'm losing them. And…"

"And?" Solomon asked.

"I felt… weaker. Tired. Not just because of the connections, but… from myself too."

"How so?"

"When I tried to use the stay command, it didn't have as much force as it usually does. And, after the spell had taken hold… I felt.. dizzy."

"Hmm." Solomon frowned, putting a hand under his chin.

"I haven't felt like this when I used magic in a long time. Not since before I put on Lucifer's ring."

"Hmm…" Solomon said again, closing his eyes. "I didn't want to say anything, but if you're already experiencing your powers weakening…"

"My powers… weakening?"

"We're not in our own time, after all." Solomon said, "we don't have the connections we used to in our own time. As a result, since our connections are stretched so far across time rather than in physical space, it's being pulled tighter and tighter the longer we're here, in a place we're not supposed to be. Eventually, it might snap and we'll completely lose our magic, never able to go back 'home'."

A wooden spoon clattered on the floor. Solomon looked up, seeing his apprentice's wide, teary eyes.

"Never… able to go back?" Miri's voice sounded so fragile and tiny, Solomon felt she might break at any second. He stood up, his stool scraping as he wrapped her in his arms, hoping to stop her from falling apart.

"None of this is your fault, Miriam," said Solomon. "We'll find a way to get back to our time and figure out what this Nightbringer wants with you. We still have the majority of our powers left, remember?"

"'We'?" her voice shook, "you mean, you too?!"

" We still have the majority of our powers." he repeated firmly, "we'll figure out a way to get home, back to our own time, before we lose them completely."

He lifted her face to look at him, wiping her eyes with his thumbs.

"And didn't I just say a soup made with your tears wouldn't taste very good?"

"Y-yeah?"

"I meant it. Focus on the things you can control right now. There will be time for tears later. Right now, we need to eat to get our strength up, all right?"

She sniffled. "R-right."

"By the way… I think the soup could-"

She pushed against his chest, away from the stove.

"Touch it and I'll find some way to permanently kill you."

"Haha, my mistake," Solomon chuckled and returned to his stool, crossing his arms with a smile, watching on as his adorable little apprentice went back to making dinner, enjoying as the bounce slowly returned to her steps and her curls.

#fictober23 #fictober #krys's adventure's in fanfiction #shall we date: obey me #obey me #obey me oc #solomon (obey me)#miriam (obey me oc)#fluff

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ask-obt · 2 years

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hi! this is an ask to the author, hope that's ok! (priv answer is fine too)

i loooove obt! one of my favorite parts is how you give pokemon with parents of different species characteristics of both :o ! is there a way you go about it? how do you decide what would be a good fit? what aspects do you look for to combine? how do you avoid the pokemon from looking too much like a fusion pokemon, but more like still recognizably one pokemon but with other characteristics?

sorry if this is sent to the wrong place! the main blog doesn't have asks open haha, hope you'll have a nice day c:

// I love answering asks out of character!

Generally, the number one thing I look at when designing a character for a PMD comic like OBT is maintaining silhouette and notable traits. It's a very rough estimate I'm kinda pulling out of nowhere, but I think somewhere around 80% of the original species should shine through, and then 20% can be relegated to all those extra fun traits.

So for a character like Inigo, my first go-around with his design looked something like this:

Which while he has the notable traits of Nidorina and Kangaskhan, he was almost entirely missing the silhouette. Plus, the yellow doesn't really help sell "Kangaskhan" since they aren't a standout part of the design. I think the headplate and the pouch do a lot more heavy lifting for the design. So for his first appearance, I nudged him closer to the original Nidorina colors and gave him the Kangaskhan pouch.

And later on, I nudged him towards having more of that Nidorina and Kangaskhan heft in his design- they are by no means dainty looking pokemon!

For Dielle, I wanted to keep her heritage a bit more muddled intentionally. She's a fluffy Meowth, and she has electricity, but where does she get it from? Well for that I turned to her instinctive behavior in battling... Remember this scene in Chapter 3?

Does it look familiar?

She's not quite as dramatic since she didn't inherit nearly as much of that power, but the hints are still there!

Usually my thought process for choosing which pokemon to pair together is something along the lines of: - Do I have too many hybrid pokemon currently? (Yes this is a consideration lol, but the next few steps might make me change my mind) - Are there reasons for a character to not be a hybrid? (Based on worldbuilding, background, if it would just muddle the story... For example, I originally intended for Moxie to be part Marowak, but I decided to keep her as a vanilla Nidoqueen so Inigo's heritage wouldn't get too confusing as our first clear introduction to a hybrid character.) - Are there pokemon with type similarities or design motifs that would play well together? - Does it look cool?

And finally, I make sure not to combine more than two pokemon at once. Maybe I can do some little markings or give them some moves from a distant relative or another parent to hint at something else in the mix, but if you add too much to the pot it's gonna be hard to pick out those added traits.

And then if I decide to go through with a design, I take all those points into consideration while working on it! But a lot of time I kinda go with my gut. Like for Julius, when Sun and Moon were announced (all the way back during preboot OBT days), I always thought Lycanroc's midnight form looked a lot like Skuntank's cool hair! So I just smashed them together.

Sometimes, I just throw stuff at a wall to see what sticks. Which is what I did for Grovyle! He was originally going to be part Chikorita, but I wanted to go with something more visually interesting with his design.

And some pokemon only have distant ancestry implied! Wigglytuff has a Clefable grandparent, which manifests on him as star-shaped markings. (What's that? Clefable doesn't have markings? I like to think of it as theming lol)

But sometimes, I just like to mash my favorite pokemon together! Like this character who will show up someday- I won't show an actual image of them until they show up, but in the meantime you can enjoy the party sprite and try figuring out the species here!

#on borrowed time comic #ask-obt #ooc

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chain-link-smut · 1 year

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Hello all you Beautiful Beasties! Here is some gentle male bondage and overstimulation between Time and Malon. This was originally a FDxReader fic, but I felt like these two fit the roles perfectly. Hope you enjoy!

"What's your color?" Time didn't answer, only panted. "I need words, love."

He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. "Green."

Malon looked her husband over just to make sure he was okay. It was his third time cumming in just under twenty minutes and he was starting to get touchy. The first two times he came, it was while she was riding him and the third was while her mouth was wrapped around him.

His eyes opened again, giving a smile to her. "I'm good, it feels good."

She trusted him to not push himself too far. Rules were set in place for his physical and mental safety. He was required to use his words when asked a question and if he couldn't, then this was stopped. He got to pick a safety word that would be obvious: peaches. If that word was uttered or even sounded like it, she was to untie him.

There was also a non verbal safetie. The deep red, silk, ropes that beautifully wrapped from his shoulders to his wrist had a single quick release knot placed in his hands. If he needed to pull it, the ropes that forced his knees to stay bent and spread apart would be loosened with it.

Malon made it a point to set boundaries because this was supposed to be pleasurable for him even if it was torturous. His absolute nos were pegging and having a gag. His 'we can try it' s were prostate massagers or her fingers in him if you couldn't touch him anymore due to sensitivity.

Getting back into it, she grabbed the larger vibrator and lube. Starting it off slow had him humming, but putting it to one of the higher settings had the ropes groaning and him holding his breath. "Breathe love." she reminded him. He did as he was told and was verbally rewarded.

She allowed him to move his hips up and down to help his climax flow and it didn't take too long. A decent, but smaller amount of white spilled onto his abs. Malon had the idea to lick it up, but he said he wanted to see her handy work when this play was done.

"Green."

"I didn't ask."

"You were about to."

"Brat." He just laughed breathlessly at her, fully amused.

The gaps between cumming and restimulation were now getting shorter. Two minutes tops.

When he hit his sixth time cummimg, he was starting to tremble and wiggle around more. His breathing was quicker and he was keeping his eyes closed. She was impressed by his self control and his desire for more. She thought he was joking when he mentioned wanting to get to ten, but was now thinking he was going beyond that.

Number eight was caused by a smaller vibrater steadily held to the underside of his cock, just below the tip, as well as her licking his shaft and sucking on his heavy balls.

"Please, don't stop!"

"Color?"

"I just said-"

"Color or we stop." She firmly reminded him of the rules.

"Green."

"Good boy." His playful growl made her giggle. "Do you want to try anything?" She saw him hesitate, looking around the room. Running a soothing hand along his leg she added, "You don't have to."

"I uh… I want to try your fingers." The blush on his cheeks went to his ears as well.

Malon crawled up his very warm body and kissed his lips. "No need to be nervous, especially if it feels good." He chased after her sweet lips when she moved away.

After lubing two of her fingers and his entrance, she circled his virgin hole and pushed one finger in. He arched his back off the bed, mouth open.

"Yellow!"

She stopped. "What do you want me to do?"

"Let me adjust to you, please." She didn't dare move, feeling him clench and unclench as he got used to the new intruding feeling. She didn't expect him to just take this kind of play without needing to go slow. "Okay."

Movements were shallow, curling her finger forward, until he was stretched out and she could put the second finger in. Then she scissored her fingers so he wouldn't be in pain later if he chose to use the massager.

Malon knew when she found his set of internal nerves because he jolted and called out her name. "Fuck! Ha-ah, right there!" She wrapped her other hand around him and he hollered. She pushed against his prostate in a way that would cause electrifying pleasure and stroked his cock, forcing his next orgasm in seconds. Pearls of white liquid flowed onto her hand, adding to the lubrication.

He tried to get out of her grip when she brought back the friction to draw out his ninth. He didn't say red, peaches or pull the quick release knot, so the friction continued. She smiled as he screamed and hit number nine. The ropes holding him were groaning from the stress of him pulling against them.

His wife kissed his bent knee, asking, "Color?"

"G-ha. Green. Can…"

"Can what?"

"Massager only… hurts."

"Of course." His cock was a darker red due to the amount of arousal and movement it had so far. No doubt it was painfully throbbing.

He took in the prostate massager easily and withered as it pulsed. He flexed and she got to admire the hills and valleys of his muscles as sweat accumulated on his skin. She licked across his nipples to add to his sensory. He came again and the one following was a few moments after that.

He was no longer screaming, moaning or responding to her actions and she knew he was at his peak of pleasure and that anything more would be actual pain.

Before she could get the toy in him to stop, he pulled the release knot in his hand. The ropes unraveled from his arms and bent legs, and he just let her pull the toy out. He was worse than a leaf in a wind.

She cooed over him as he followed the sound of her voice and tried to get to his side. She helped him and told him how great he did for her. She pepper his face with kisses and removed his tears with her thumb as he hummed into her chest and gave his own sweet kisses to the smooth skin. His hands clung to her just to know she was there.

"Do you want me to get a cloth to clean you up?" He shook his head and pulled her closer to him. At least he could hear what she was asking. She could wait until the rest of his senses came back before getting him cleaned and dressed.

This was the most importants part, aftercare, and Malon was going to do whatever he needed her to do to get over the extreme high he was in after that many climaxes and overwhelming stimulation from her playing. For now it was holding him, scratching his scalp and reassuring him with positivity.

Keep it Naughty you Beautiful Beasties!🖤

#loz smut #purely smut #Time x Malon #link x malon

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The Twin Sister (Part 8)

"Hey," Bianna said as she opened the gates of Everglem to let us in. "You made it."

"Yeah." Sophie managed a half smile which I just ignored and walked right in dragging her. I went on to lean against a tree as I observed them and their conversation.

Somewhere in the distance, a cricket chirped. Yeah, it was quiet and tense.

Sophie pulled on the sleeves of her pale yellow tunic, glad Bianna was also dressed casually—though Bianna's turquoise tunic had pink beaded flowers embroidered around the edges and a pink satin sash. "So, what are we going to do?"

Bianna stared at the ground as she shrugged.

Okay. . . .

"Is your family around?"

Bianna's eyes narrowed. "I knew you'd ask that." Oh drama!

"What?"

"I know you like my brother."

"What?"

"Please. It's pretty obvious."

"He's my friend." Sure, sis, sure. I smirked but was then pulled by Sophie as she started to walk away dragging me with her. "This was a bad idea."

Bianna grabbed her arm to stop us from walking away. "Wait. I'm sorry. It's just . . . girls always use me to get to my brother. I guess I sort of expect it."

Sophie just looked at her. Wait—then why was she friendly with me? "that's not what I'm doing—and you invited me over, remember?"

"I know.' Bianna stared at her hands, wringing her fingers so tight it looked painful, anyway so that's why she was acting weird. "Can we maybe start over?" She said interrupting my thoughts and both still ignoring me being there.

Sophie bit her lip. "I guess we can try."

Bianna exhaled, seeming relieved. "Good." Her eyes lit up, cute, but the glint I know that glint, I didn't have time to shudder before she spoke. "I know. We can give each other makeovers. I have all the serums to change our hair color, and we can try on some of my mom's gowns."

That's when I slowly and carefully removed Sophie's hand and tried to sneak away. Makeovers? Yeah, no thanks. Unfortunately, Bianna grabbed my arm, knowing I would try to leave when makeovers were mentioned. Fortunately, my second favorite best friend *cough* I mean second best friend came and saved me.

"Makeovers?' Keefe scoffed behind them. "You girls sure know how to have fun. Maybe you can braid each other's hair and giggle about boys while you're at it. I expected better from you, (Y/N)." I glared at him.

"Excuse me, bastard, don't talk to me like your my disappointed dad, and does the death grip on my arm seriously make you believe it's voluntary on my part," I said and he shrugged.

"What are you guys doing here?" Bianna asked, shooting Fitz a pointed look.

"We came to see if you guys want to play base quest," Keefe answered for him.

"What's base quest?"

"What's base quest!?" Me and Sophie said at the same time, her questioning plainly while I was suddenly right in Keefe's face with sparkle eyes and a love-struck smile. How did I suddenly get in his face when I was originally like ten feet away, ✨magic✨. What? A prankster never reveal's their secrets.

"Only the most awesome game ever. I call Foster for my team," Keefe announced.

Jealousy flared in Bianna's eyes as Keefe wrapped an arm around my shoulders and I felt my stomach drop. She liked him, didn't she. It wasn't a question. A small part of my brain tried to reason and comfort me by saying she was jealous because he was touching me but I shut it down. Sadness filled my eyes but I covered it up immediately with a grin. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. "How about we play boys against girls?" I said shoving Keefe off me harshly when he gave me a concerned look. He couldn't have noticed, unless..... was he an empath?

Fitz explained the rules. One team guarded its base while the other team launched a raid. If the questers made it to the base without getting tagged, they won.

"Light leaping isn't allowed, but special abilities can be used," Fitz added, looking right at Sophie and me like he was saying it for our benefit.

"That's not fair. We don't have . . ." Bianna's voice trailed off when Fitz shot her a warning look. Ass. "Fine. But you guys have to quest first."

Me and Bianna went to search the grounds as Sophie stayed back as a sentry, it was a good idea. The athletic ones hunt and the . . . . Sophie guards. Plus she can track the boys and tell me where they are, something about telepathy and stuff, yeah not important.

Me and Bianna were hunting for the boys I was looking on the ground looking for tracks and other stuff. Bianna was looking at me on the ground doing actual tracking, which she giggled at and called cute. "Bianna it's not cute, it's professional," I said but she ignored me. Suddenly I felt Sophie's voice fill my head, I jumped. I will never get used to that.

'They're near the lake.' I started making my way near the lake and found them there making their way to the tree. Bianna came next to me and as she passed by her hand brushed against the back of mine and a light pink dusted across my cheeks but I shook my head and continued on. We sneaked up behind them at the last second, we jumped letting out war cries and landed on them. I landed on Fitz and he fell to the floor with a squeal, he twisted under me so I was sitting on his front. My legs were left across his chest my knees on either side of him my sitting against his belly. He was about to say something when I good a mischievous idea. I put my hands on his cheeks and leaned down bringing his face forward up. I heard gasps and gags around me and Fitz had wide eyes and was frozen. When we were only an inch apart my pink lips twisted into a smirk.

"Ass." and I slammed his head onto the ground and stood up.

"Ooow!" He whined getting up. "What was that for!?" He yelled at me. I shrugged unbothered.

"You're an ass," I said as Keefe burst out laughing and Bianna was suppressing giggles while Sophie only had a relieved look on her face. I walked over to her and gave her a hug.

"Y'know I wouldn't actually do that to you right?" I said with a smile.

"Yeah, I know." She said and we heard claps.

"Break it up, foster twins, break it up now," Keefe said and we all started to talk with me trying— and failing— to flirt with Bianna. Bianna and Sophie seemed to get closer as they talked and I kept jabbing at Fitz annoying him to no end.

"Do my eyes deceive me, or is that Sophie and (Y/N) Foster?" Alden asked behind us and I jumped, oh how I hate his voice and face and personality and face. Yes, I said that twice, I just really hate his face.

"We've missed you two around here," Della added, rushing over and wrapping me and Sophie up in her arms.

Sophie sank into the hug, but I tensed and then relaxed. I swear why do people give hugs without warning. I took a deep breath to clear my head and my nose crinkled. "Whoa, you smell like smoke. Is there a fire?"

Della glanced at Alden as she pulled out of the hug, backing a few steps away.

Alden cleared his throat. "Just something we're looking into. No reason to worry."

"'No reason to worry' my ass" I mocked him under my breath but was ignored.

"So, what are you guys up to?" Della asked.

"Getting stomped in base quest," Keefe grumbled. "You should've seen it—(Y/N) tagged us out like she knew where we were."

Alden glanced at Fitz—who gave the slightest nod—before he grinned at Keefe. "Sounds like someone's not happy about losing."

"I'd just like to know how she did it, but she insists on being all mysterious." Keefe narrowed his eyes at me and I stuck my tongue out at him. "also Sophie still hasn't explained how she almost slammed (Y/N) into the wall yesterday, also cool save how'd you twist your body like that? Anyway both are mysterious. Hmm, mysterious duo? Ehh I'll figure it out later." (taking suggestions, need them can't figure one out.)

Sophie flushed, and I groaned when she turned to Alden. "Fitz said he was going to talk to you about that," she said quietly. "Any theories?"

"None that makes any sense," Alden admitted.

A second of silence passed. Then Della came to the rescue. "Besides, we girls never reveal our secrets. How else can we keep you boys on your toes? So, who's staying for dinner?" She glanced at me and Sophie.

"Sorry. I told Edaline we'd be home. Maybe next time." She flushed probably realizing we'd invited ourselves over.

But Biana smiled. "Sounds good."

"Do you need to use the Leap master?" Alden asked.

"No, Grady and Edaline gave us home crystals." She held up a long silver chain that hung to her waist. The crystal pendant only had a single facet, the path to Havenfield. They'd given us each one that morning, apologizing for not giving her one sooner.

We really felt like family. . . . . . note the sarcasm.

"Don't stay away too long this time," Alden told us. "We've missed you two around here."

"I've missed you guys too. I'll see you soon." Sophie said while I grinned flipping him off saying.

"Yeah, I'll be sure to punch you next time." Walking into the light ignoring people's flabbergasted faces and Alden exclaiming.

"SEE!! She does flip me off, I told you!"

~Monday~

Today Bianna, Fitz, and Keefe sat at our table at lunch and I just spoke with Bianna most of the time, secretly trying to fix my messed-up outfit, I stayed up all night so I wasn't dressed that great. Why was I staying up all night you ask? Stinky. He had somehow gotten out of his tank and stank up the room, I stayed up all night cleaning and getting the stink out as Sophie took Iggy and slept in her room for the night.

Marella kept giving me side eyes of '" knew it' and 'I told you so' while I glared at her. The lunch period soon ended and we went to class, I had healing as my favorite subject that I would willingly go to every day. Anyway, it was just full of Elwin teaching me the differences between types of burn creams and stuff and ingredients. I was disgusted, you put yeti pee on a burn, eww!! Anyway, I ditched study hall because I planned to sneak into Dame Alina's office and pull a prank but she was there so I chose to wait.

Apparently, she didn't leave until a few hours after school and that sucks, but I was determined. I snuck in and started the prank that took a few hours to set up but at exactly midnight I heard voices in the hallway and ducked into a nearby closet. In walked Alden, Dame Alina, Sophie, and her telepathy mentor- Tiergan. I quickly took out my radio recorder, whatever was about to happen was going to be juicy if they were having a meeting at this time. They went on to talk about how Sophie broke a law blah blah blah and then punishments and stuff. Boring, nothing juicy yet. I was about to stop the recording when the juiciest juice of all was spilled.

"It's hardly a secret you tried to stop his wedding to Della," Tiergan said and a grin split across my face. Now that's not really blackmail but really good gossip and juice, wonder if Marella knows.

They went on to talk about punishments and stuff and when they were about to leave Sophie turned and stared at the closet I was in or, more precisely, where I was sitting.

"What's wrong Sophie?" Alden asked and I hoped for dear life I won't be caught. She sighed and it was the type of sigh that said 'we will have a long talk later, but for now I will cover for you, idiot'. Yea she sighs a lot because of me so I kinda know what every one of her sighs means.

"Nothing." Her mentor unfortunately didn't buy it and walked over to the closet I was crouched in and opened the door. It slowly opened and revealed me still crouched on the ground in my uniform.

"(Y/N)!!!"

"Hi?" I said and waved awkwardly and stood up walking out of the closet.

"How long have you been here?" Tiergan asked being the first to recover from the shock.

"Uh since Dame Alina left her office . . . . . . . at 5." They deadpanned.

"And why were you in my office so late?" Dame Alina asked from her position sitting on her chair and I only grinned my lazy grin.

"I think you know why and if you don't want anything to happen I suggest not getting up," I said and she paled and finally looked around her chair seeing all the wires and stuff connected to her chair. Alden ignored her and walked over to me with a stern face.

"(Y/N), you cannot tell anyone of what you heard here, your sister could face serious charges." I only gave a him weirded-out and disgusted face.

"Alden," I spat with venom lacing it like saying his name made me feel sick, which it did," Do you really think I would tell anyone something like this when it could hurt my sister severely? I may seem like a crack-headed idiot but I know how to keep a secret, after all, I've been keeping one to protect me and Sophie for 12 fucking years." I said shoving past him and grabbing Sophie using the home crystal around my neck to get home.

When we got to Havenfeild Grady and Edaline were still in bed and probably thought we were too. We snuck up the stairs and got ready for bed and went to sleep, of course, I fed our sweet little Stinky first though. Poor little thing had to wait so long. We both went to sleep in silence not wanting to talk about the events of tonight.

~The Next Day~

Well me and Sophie had detention the next day, obviously. Sophie because she broke a law - go girl! I'm clearly after 12 fucking years rubbing off on her- and me because of my prank. Apparently, they couldn't find a way for Alina to avoid the prank and she showed up at school or work for her with hot pink sparkly hair and crimson red eyes. She also had paper white skin, a total upgrade in my opinion, but not in hers because I'm still going to detention. If it makes it any better the whole school laughed, even the teachers!

Dex questioned where we were going but I ignored him and walked away, being grumpy because I wanted more sleep. Why does school start at 8 fucking am in the morning? And then the teachers have the AUDACITY to expect us to be up and chirpy, let alone want to learn! Insane, these people, insane. Even more than I am- and that's saying something! I just went straight to the corner and put my head down to take a nap, about five minutes later I felt a prodding at my side but ignored it. The poking got harsher and harsher until I shot my head up in frustration and was too late to dodge the finger coming for my face.

I met Keefe's stupid playful eyes as the finger took a 180 from aiming for my cheek to my nose. It touched my nose softly as he let out a soft 'boop' with a grin on his face. I glared nastily at him as I took his finger and dislocated it with my index finger and thumb. Elwin taught me this, it was supposed to force the finger back into place but I did the opposite move and it popped right out. Keefe let out a streak that caught the attention of the whole class as the teacher walked over.

"What's wrong?" He asked and Keefe still stunned and in pain - the little wimp even I can take a little dislocation, after all, I have in the past, don't read too much into that- and the teacher after confirming it was dislocated turned to me with an urgent and expectant stare. "You- you study under Elwin right? Can you put his finger back in place?" He asked and I morphed my face to look cute sad eyes and a pout. Everyone falls for it.

"I'm sorry sir! But Elwin hasn't taught me stuff like that yet, he said for now I should stick with how to identify injuries before curing them." I said with a tilt of my head and Keefe gave me a glare knowing I was lying because this was my signature way of getting away with what I wanted and succeeding. After all, everyone fell for it. The boys in the room either blushed, melted or both at my face and the teacher seemed to think I was telling the truth, I did though notice a few girls look away with red cheeks.

"Very well, Keefe you can walk yourself to the healing center yes?" The teacher said and Keefe huffed walking out with his bag to get his finger fixed. I then looked at Sophie who was sitting in the chair in front of me as I grinned when the teacher wasn't looking and she sighed shaking her head.

Anyway, the rest of the day was boring and the author was lazy (What it is true) so let's skip to tomorrow. Apparently, we had ballroom dancing for detention and Keefe tried to grab Sophie but the teacher quickly assigned her to some greasy-looking kid, then he tried to grab me but me not wanting to also get partnered with a greasy kid because of Lady Belva's jealous wrath quickly grabbed a random non-greasy looking boy.

The music started and soon we started to dance, unfortunately, since it was ballroom dancing the boys' hands were on my hips, and mine were on his shoulders while we got close to each other so that we were only a few inches apart. My head was turned down the whole time, making sure I don't step on him when He started to strike up a conversation.

"Uh- hi. My name is Jay, I'm guessing your (Y/N) Foster?" I nodded as I finally looked up into the boy's blue eyes. He had dazzling bright blue eyes that seemed to shine brighter than any star I had seen, but not to put him down, I've only ever seen like two stars and they weren't that bright. He also had seemingly dyed hair, blonde fading into red with splotches of a dark shade of something that I couldn't name and it all just looked so . . . .. . natural. He had pale brown skin. He was gorgeous. Hey, am I capable of having more than one crush? Actually, who cares! I most likely won't end up with any of my crushes so fuck it! (If only you knew darling, if only you knew)

"Uh- y-yes!" I said stuttering trying to gather my thoughts. I smiled and I blushed, we went on to talk completely forgetting we were dancing, only doing it mindlessly now. Once I made eye contact with Keefe and grinned at me with a suggestive wink glancing at Jay with wiggled brows. I rolled my eyes and looked away, but I checked his emotions for some reason and when I did I felt something weird, it felt like jealousy. I shrugged probably tuned into some other boy, after all, boys love me. If only girls did too.

We were interrupted by the bell and as I grabbed my things Jay walked up to me. "Hey, do you wanna sit with me at lunch tomorrow?" he asked and I felt myself beam, but then I remembered I still have detention.

"Sorry I still have detention, for the rest of the week," I said and he nodded, he then caught a mischievous glint in his eye and turned around. He yelled over the rushing kids to Lady Belva who was about to leave.

"Hey! Lady Belva! You're a pedophilic whore!!" He yelled and she gasped storming over in anger. Her whole face was red and it took everything in me not to laugh, I mean it was true though.

"Mr. Dickson! How dare you talk to a mentor like that!! Detention for a week!" She said and calmed herself down before she did anything, she seriously looked like she was about to hit him. As she walked away Jay grinned at me.

"Well, now you have company!" He said while he swung his bag over his shoulder.

"Actually, my sister was my company because she's here till midterms but oh well," I said and we shared a smile as we both walked out. We separated and I caught up with Keefe and Sophie. As Sophie saw me she pointed at Keefe.

"Did you know he was an empath!?" She asked or more like yelled.

"Yup," I said simply, popping the p.

Anyway since the author is still lazy and she is using her parents lap top since she doesn't have one and has to hurry the fuck up so she can finish this before they get back from where ever the fuck they are, she didn't go because her father threw all her clothes in the washer and she had nothing to wear (Hey get out of my personal life!!!) let's hurry this up to the dreaded midterms, it just feels so wrong in my mouth.

I would usually skip but Sophie made an effort to escort me to all my classes. They wanted to pack all the tests in one day, because their all asswholes, so we had a busy day. I wrote an essay for history then Elwin, being the lovable easy going guy he is, just had had me brew a sting-reducing cream by myself and try to get it right. After I had empathy and the mentor just had me try to read the emotions of someone he had set up across the campus, yeah he went harder on me since I could read emotions without physical contact. Then after that, I just had to bottle a lightning storm.

Finally, it was lunch so we had a break, I sat down with my tray and just ate ignoring everything around me. Lunch went quickly- too quickly, I had named a bunch of stars in the universe then had channeling for phys. ed. Finally, it was alchemy, I walked in completely ignoring Lady Galvin, or as I call Lady Grumpypants. I walked over to the desk waving at her.

"Let's get this over with." She huffed, oh she was so done with me. Luckily because Sophie had read her mind she changed her test from the hardest thing to removing iron with ruckleberries.

I picked up one and looked at it, she taught me to squeeze them but what would happen if I just open them and rub them on the iron. So guess what I did. I popped it open. It released a stink that smelt of feet but I didn't care, I've smelt worse. I started rubbing the inside part on the iron and it worked. I finished in five minutes and only a few drops got on my skin, I walked up to Lady Galvin with a grin and handed her the key, and walked out. I heard her mumble 'that's not how you do it' under her breath as I left and I laughed.

"Well, that was brutal," Dex whined when we met up at the lockers later that day. He slammed his locker closed. "How'd it go for you?"

"Almost died, you think I do that for kicks?" I said with a grin. Now that I think about it I never grinned or smiled when with humans so my jaw hurts.

"Yes," Dex said with no hesitation, ha he knows me. Of course, I almost died for fun! Well not this time, tests aren't fun. Still hurts he said it with no hesitation let alone staring blankly at me too.

"Hmph!" I pouted as he and Sophie spoke. Anyway, let's end this here because I'm tired of narrating my life.

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I'M SO SORRY!!! I haven't updated for like a month!! I'm sorry, its just school and other things! Plus I mainly work on my wattpad account (in bio).

Well I hope you all survive school and drink water and eat food!! Or else I'll force (Y/N) to have Valin as a love interest.

Anyway goodbye fellow people who come to this website to dream about living a life we don't have and escape reality to the world of wear we can simp all we want shamelessly.

Now to go do my homework, ugh.

~Sahiko

#sophie foster #kotlc fanfic #kotlc #kotlc x reader #(y/n)#more to but I'm lazy #keeper of the lost cities

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Powerless (2017) | Chapter 12, "It's Only Forever"

Years after Sarah’s wit and bravery saved her brother and brought the Labyrinth to its knees, her daughter Andie is transported to what remains of that same fantastical place, somewhere she thought only existed in her favorite childhood stories. To find her way back home, she must traverse what’s left of the crumbling kingdom, find a way to set both moments and magic in motion again, and even save the Goblin King, himself. But who will save her from him?

Powerless is a SFW slow-burn romance between Jareth and an original female character. The story overall contains descriptions of fantasy violence, mild suggestive content, and grief regarding family illness. Chapter-by-chapter warnings will be provided as well.

Summary: Nyle reaffirms his warnings to Andie and expresses his doubts that she’ll be allowed to return home once all this is over. Andie begins to let those doubts get to her. The group finds the Wiseman and learns how they may set time in motion within the Labyrinth again.

Pairing: Jareth x Fem!OC

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.9k

When Andie woke, she was warm and her brain was muddled by a dream that had her pumped with equal parts confusion and anxiety, though it seemed that as soon as she took the time to assess her reality—as unrealistic as it was—she was able to push whatever nightmare she'd been burdened with aside. She winced the sleep from her eyes and glanced down to see that Jareth had fallen asleep with his head on her lap, his features lax as he slept soundly, half-curled in a fetal position. That can't be comfortable…, she thought, but then again, how was sitting up against a stone wall any more comfortable?

"He's not going to let you leave, you know."

Andie thought she was going to have her real first heart attack in this place from people sneaking up on her. She turned her head to see Nyle sitting on her other side, the one that Jareth wasn't occupying. He shifted a little when she jolted, but remained asleep against her. "What do you—"

Nyle looked toward her darkly as Didymus and Ambrosius snored nearby. A patch of night sky had fallen over their location and the shadows seemed greedy and tall around them. "You heard me. I just thought you should know."

"But that's what we're doing, he's helping… That's the whole point of—"

"Is it?" Nyle wondered. "Is what we're doing anymore really about you?" When she hesitated before immediately answering, he added, "Or has it become about him?"

"We're going to see the Wiseman to ask him how I can get home," Andie pointed out, awake enough now to hold her own. "Why else would we be going there?"

"Jareth wants back in the place of power here. It's likely that the Wiseman may also know something about repairing this place and, if that happens, time will move forward again and the magic will come back."

"And that's a bad thing? That would make things 'normal' around here again and might provide more ways for me to get back to my world."

"If you think for one second that once he has the means to keep you here, he won't, you are truly a fool." He slanted a yellow glance her way. "Or maybe that's what you're hoping for?"

Andie glared at him. "I have to get back. My family needs me."

"Good luck with that," he muttered, slowly getting to his feet and then towering over her and the man sleeping next to her.

Andie wasn't going to say anything in response, but she just couldn't help herself. "What do you mean?"

He sighed and looked over at her as if she were the most pitiful creature he'd ever encountered, which pissed her off immediately. "Look, Andie, even if he didn't want to keep you here out of this weird infatuation or lust, maybe even amusement, he has for you, there's a strong possibility that he knows who you are." Andie lost whatever smart remark she was going to throw back at him and could almost feel it dissolve on her tongue. "Your mother brought his world crashing down around his ears and dethroned him in doing so. It's probable that he's buddying up to you now so you help him long enough for him to get his power back. Goblins hold grudges. There's a reason he's our king."

Andie glanced down to make sure Jareth was still asleep before replying dubiously, "You're trying to say he's planning on killing me as an act of revenge against what my mom did?"

"You'd be lucky if he killed you," Nyle murmured. "Most things aren't that easy."

"If you're trying to scare me, you're going to have to figure out a new plan."

He gave a devil-may-care lift of his shoulders. "I don't know if 'scare' is the right word. But I am warning you. Forgiveness isn't in his blood and after so long to think of what he might do, given the chance for vengeance… If it were me, I would jump at the opportunity"

"Except you two are nothing alike."

Nyle cracked a faint smile. "I hope you're right. For your sake. Though, the chances of you knowing that after such a short time here are slim to say the least. I genuinely hope you're right though. Just do yourself a favor and don't completely disregard what I've told you."

Andie scoffed quietly. "Fine."

"Good," Nyle said with a small sigh of relief, heading over to start a small fire after Hoggle woke and complained of the chill, as the temperature had dropped significantly with the change of atmosphere.

Andie warily watched him go until she felt Jareth move around, prompting her to look down. Mismatched eyes met her own, unfocused from the exit of a deep sleep, it seemed. His hair was comically askew and she unthinkingly reached over and fixed it, only to have her hand snared lightly by the awakening Goblin King. "Morning," she murmured, her brow arched at his actions.

"Mm, good morning," he murmured sleepily, toying with her hand and seeming to explore every detail. "How did you sleep?"

Terribly. "Well. You?"

"Better than I have been," Jareth murmured as he continued his perusal, holding her hand closer toward his face as he breathed in. "Likely thanks to you."

"Think so?"

He smirked. "Indeed. You make a divine pillow."

"Ah, so that's why."

Jareth chuckled and glanced up at her. "Are you disappointed?"

Andie rolled her eyes a little. "I can't be disappointed if I didn't have expectations to begin with."

"No expectations?" he wondered aloud, seeming a bit offended. "Now I'm the one who's disappointed."

"Tough," Andie replied bluntly, drawing another chuckle from her companion until he was interrupted by his stomach growling. Seeming displeased with his physical needs, he glared toward the sound and then sat up, but not before dropping a kiss to the pulse point on her wrist that was so faint, she would have surely missed it had she not been watching him. Jareth stood and sauntered over to where Nyle had just stoked a fire to life, getting into their supplies for some of the food Andie had brought back from the castle.

Andie looked toward him crouched down near the fire before turning her gaze down to where he'd brushed his lips against her wrist, her face feeling warm and her stomach fluttery. "Goblins hold grudges," she heard Nyle say in her head, frowning as she drew her knees up toward her chest. "I hope you're right. For your sake."

"Here," Jareth said beside her, making her jump. She looked at him and her eyes fell to his extended hand, in which was a shiny red apple and a couple of cakes. "Eat."

"Your stomach growled, not mine," she pointed out grumpily, not taking kindly to him ordering her around though it never seemed to dissuade him from doing so again. She turned the apple over in her hand. "Not poison, is it?"

Jareth rolled his eyes as he picked the leaf off the one he held for himself. "You're the one who brought them, you should know." He smirked and began to roll the apple along his palm, switching it over to the back of his hand with just the flick of his wrist. The way it moved at his command was unreal and Andie swore it was an optical illusion of some kind. At least, she would have sworn that were it anyone else doing it. He noticed her mesmerization and smiled, spinning it on one finger before snatching it and taking a bite. "Hurry up and eat, we will be leaving afterward."

Andie was munching on one of the cakes, the buttercream melting against her tongue and waking up her taste buds. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't shake the wary feeling Nyle had instilled in her because what he'd said held some truth. And even excluding that, it managed to make sense. Just the thought of that made her feel a little sick. However, she pushed away the doubts and focused on eating and taking a sip from the water jug when it came their way. It didn't matter what his motives were, she'd take the help and get out of this insane place and count her blessings that she'd found a way out with the help of everyone in their party. That was really all there was to it… Right?

Andie sighed and soon got a weird feeling she was being watched, glancing over to find Jareth staring at her, chewing on a bite of apple, his face just inches from hers. "Can I help you?"

"Something is wrong," he mumbled around the chewed fruit.

"Clearly," she muttered back as suddenly they were bathed in unfiltered daylight, the sky changing as manically as her moods that day.

"With you, I mean."

"That's rude."

"You know what I mean," Jareth insisted grumpily, but he dropped the subject when he made no progress. No more conversation passed between them until the group packed up and headed through the maze once again, after checking once again that the portion of the maze housing the Wiseman's favorite spot had remained in its proper place. They made great time in getting to the wide courtyard and, once the path opened up into the clearing, Andie saw a very old-looking man with a long white mustache and eyebrows, a bulbous pink nose, and what appeared to be a hat in the shape of an ugly bird. He sat upon what appeared to be a throne of stone books, a small box in his left hand.

"Oh! What have we here?" crowed a high voice and, at first, Andie thought the man had spoken, but she soon noticed that his hat was the one scrutinizing the group, its head swiveling to view them all. In fact, the old man appeared to be half-asleep. "Wake up!" The Wiseman snorted himself awake and blinked blearily at the lot of them, the Hat still speaking. "Who goes? A dwarf—"

"My name is Hoggle!"

"—the forest beast, Sir Didymus, two faces I don't know… Oh! Your Majesty, a pleasure, and… Have we met?"

Andie blinked when the Hat addressed her. "No, we haven't."

"Well, then what is your name, young lady?"

"Andie," she replied, wondering why she was so nervous about speaking to a hat.

The Hat nodded incrementally. "A strange name."

"Who gave you permission to speak?" the Wiseman finally wondered, glancing upward at his very outgoing garment.

"Well, one of us has to and you were sleeping on the job!"

"I am no longer, so if you would just be quiet!"

"All right, all right… Sheesh!" the Hat harrumphed.

"Now, what is it that you all wanted?" the Wiseman asked, old soulful eyes peering at them calmly.

Jareth nudged her forward and Andie shot him a look before replying, "Well, I was hoping you could tell me how I might get home. I'm not from here."

"As if that was not obvious!" the Hat shouted shrilly.

"Be quiet!" the Wiseman demanded before looking at Andie. "You wish to leave the Labyrinth and return to your world, yes?"

"Yes," Andie said emphatically, nodding. "Do you know how I can manage that?"

"Normally, that might be a much simpler feat," the Wiseman commented. "However, the absence of magic from this land bars us from much. Once magic has returned to the Labyrinth, perhaps you will find your way to where you need to be."

"How can magic be restored here?" Andie asked and she remembered Nyle's words again, warning her that this was what Jareth wanted from this journey. That he would use that against her. Could he really be so heartless? The warmth he'd shown her in small spurts over their time together argued against that, but—as much as she hated to admit it—Nyle was right. She barely knew him, in the grand scheme of things.

"You must bring order back to time. With time, magic may return. It is the way of all things," the Wiseman explained. "The Girl Who Ate the Peach and Forgot Everything thwarted the natural order of time in this land and it shattered order from here to the stars. You must bring that order back in the same manner."

"But how do I do that? Fix the clock?"

"The clock?" Jareth repeated behind her questioningly. When she turned, she saw equally baffled looks from the rest of her group as well.

"The clock in the throne room of the castle," she elaborated.

"I know which clock…," Jareth sighed impatiently before looking at the Wiseman. "Would that really restore things to how they were?"

"Things can never be exactly as those which have passed, Your Highness," the Hat snapped. "Time rules against such things."

"And for a reason," the Wiseman agreed. "However, it will put things back in motion. To whatever may come next."

"Do these go to the clock?" Andie asked as she dug the drawstring pouch from her bag and picked out the cog she'd snatched from the junkyard, holding it toward the Wiseman.

"Don't give him that!" Hoggle cried in despair, eying the donation box.

"Be quiet!" the Hat shouted at the dwarf, who fell silent apart from periodic muttering, his eyes bulging toward the golden cog as the Wiseman leaned forward to examine it, the hat bending at its large neck to do the same. "Oooh," it murmured, clicking its tongue. "That's it, isn't it?"

"Indeed, it is," the Wiseman agreed. "Have you more of them?"

"Hoggle," Andie requested, holding out her hand for the other cogs. When Hoggle didn't budge, she gave him a pleading look and he soon hobbled over, handing her the other two they'd found in the Bog and with the Fireys in the jungle. She gave him the plastic gems from the pouch as compensation, which mollified him some. Or, at the very least, distracted him while the Wiseman looked over the cogs. "So? Will those fix the clock? And will fixing the clock fix the, er…natural order?"

"You have the majority of the pieces," the Wiseman said.

"And the majority of the information," the Hat added, rolling its tongue.

"And yet there is still more to uncover, which will all become clear when you near the end," the Wiseman finished.

"That was horribly unhelpful," Jareth murmured, discouraged.

"So, there's more? There were gaps for four cogs at the most, where is the fourth?" Andie asked despairingly, so frustrated she felt on the verge of tears. She couldn't waste any more time here, especially now that she was aware of what might be at stake. "This is horrible… How can we still have so far to go?"

"Not far at all, in fact," the Hat supplied gently, looking down at its wearer pointedly.

At Andie's confused glance, the Wiseman nodded and carefully unlatched his donation box, turning over the lid. "Quite often, young lady, it seems like we're not getting anywhere, when in fact…"

"We are," the Hat assured her.

"…we are," the Wiseman finished as he produced the fourth golden cog from inside the box. Her eyes widened, but she was afraid to just reach for it until he gave her a nod of encouragement. Andie took the cog and looked it over before sliding all four of them into the pouch. "We wish you luck. It is time that this broken place was mended."

Andie nodded and gratefully said, "Thank you for all your help," her voice heavy with relief.

The Wiseman inclined his head as the group filed out of the courtyard, old eyes watching them as they disappeared back into the maze. The Hat glanced between the Wiseman and the opening their visitors had left through. "A strange group."

"Indeed."

"A strange girl."

"Very much so."

The Hat looked pensive. "And a strange king, too."

The Wiseman looked upward. "How so?"

"He is different. He is not the Goblin King I remember."

"And what does your birdbrain remember?"

The Hat glared a little toward its wearer before replying, "Incompleteness."

"Explain?" the Wiseman requested.

"You're the wise one, you figure it out!" it squawked.

The Wiseman and his hat fell silent with differently pitched hmph's, enjoying the summer sky that had wandered over to cover their perch.

While the group headed back through the pathway taken from the Goblin City, Andie packed the pouch back into her bag and noted, "So. Back to the castle, we go, eh?"

"So it would seem," Didymus agreed. "Though, it is only 'back' for you, my lady."

"He's right," Leona murmured, "no one has been back there—except perhaps the goblins—for thousands of years."

"Then it might be news to you all that the entire first floor has collapsed… At least on the outside. The throne room and such still stand, but there's no way in or out of it except, well… Taking a leap of faith like I did."

"Your Highness, might there be another way in?" Didymus wondered hopefully.

"Through the dungeons, perhaps," Jareth and Nyle said at once, glancing at each other narrowly before Jareth continued, "There is an outside entrance down to the tunnels, through the Hall of Mirrors and the dungeons. As long as that stands, it will take us directly to the throne room."

Andie nodded, zipping up the bag and swinging it back to her shoulders. "Then that's what we'll do."

Next chapter: Chapter 13, "Not Long At All"

#labyrinth #labyrinth fanfiction #labyrinth fanfic #jareth x oc #jareth the goblin king #jareth #slow burn #angst with a happy ending #the labyrinth #romance fanfiction

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Let's Play A Love Game

Author's note: this one is rated 😈 so yeah. There was originally more angst in my mind but once I got to that part I was over it lol I'm the worst at angst I much rather make it naughty. It's more rushed than I wanted but I don't really have time to write 10k fics right now. But hopefully soon.

Summary: it's just pretend, right?

She hadn't meant to push the event in the corner of her mind until she forgot about it completely, so much so that when the e-vite showed up in her inbox she stared at it in wide eyed shock not even noticing Mi-Seon creeping up behind her.

"It's already time for that? I usually know it's coming because you start buying expensive dresses you can't afford and crying at your credit card bill. Maybe country life has really changed you hm?"

False. Inaccurate. Utterly wrong to the every core.

She lets out a shrill scream letting her head fall painfully on her desktop.

"I'm an idiot! Just kill me now, I deserve it." She has nothing to wear, okay the mountain of boxes in her living room, bedroom and some hidden in the linen closet beg to defer but none of that is worthy of this event. The annual dentist convention in Seoul, it's a week long getaway. It's meant to be an opportunity to build connections and attend professional learning classes, but that has long been abandoned. Now it is a fashion show and chance to show off your success and this year more than ever she has to impress everyone. They all look down on her and her cute little practice. Those judgemental snarky bitches.

"Do we have anymore patients?" She absently asks her best friend, only friend already getting up and walking away.

"No that was the last one. Do you want to call it a day?" She doesn't give a verbal reply lost in her phone and the disease that is online shopping, in the span of three minutes she has already added seven dresses to her cart.

"Chief Hong is going to have a long day."

It's just as Mi-seon says the next day the nosy know it all shows up glaring at her over the handful of packages in his arms.

"Don't tell me you're doing this again. What more could you possibly have to order? How much things does one woman need?" His voice is an air warmer than the last time they were in this very same position, but she tries not to think too hard about it. Their relationship is too confusing these days, as temperamental as the sea.

"Are delivery men allowed to complain this much when they're doing a job they are getting paid for?" She snarks back, snatching her packages from his arms with a huff. Ignoring the grin on his face as she disappears into her house.

"That better be all you order. I'm not coming back."

He comes back. At least six more trips, more boxes each time on the last day he doesn't simply leave after making his delivery.

"I'm coming in for tea because of you I've been working too hard." She squeaks indignantly as he pushes past her, their shoulders brushing in the tight space of the doorway.

She should wait until she doesn't have an audience but she's too impatient so while he's making the tea in her kitchen (so rude and intrusive), she starts to open a few boxes pulling out the contents. Dresses, blouses, shirts, hair accessories, lipsticks in all shades and hues, and of course shoes; heels, flats and everything in between.

"Your house looks like a department store." She jumps at his voice glancing up at him, almost laughing at the hedgehog mug that he's drinking out of that Mi-seon gave her as a joke. Leave it to him to pick the most ridiculous mug.

"Hurry up and go so I can try everything on." She starts to take the objects out and organize them, putting together possible outfits lazily.

"Why not have a fashion show?" He slurps loudly at the tea, sighing and smiling down at the warm beverage. Acting like he's never had tea before, such a plebian.

"A fashion show?"

"Yeah, model all that", he motions to the new boxes littering her bedroom floor, "and I'll let you know what looks good."

She scoffs, loudly looking at his lackluster outfit; a simple white tee tucked into dark cargo pants with suspenders.

"What do you know about fashion?" She replies meanly, despite the little voice in her mind that reminds her that while his outfits are more practical than fashionable there is something distracting about the way his shoulders fill out his shirts and the way his long legs sit in his pants.

He shrugs looking down at himself, "I'm the town handy man I have no need to look good. But I'm still a man I can tell you what I think looks good on a woman."

Oh. It's a nonchalant statement said with no real heat but the implications make her skin warm up, she's never once thought that he saw her as a woman; nor considered looking at him like a man. (Lies.)

"I--why woul--why?" She stutters through an answer, tongue heavy in her mouth. He looks back nonplussed, sitting down pointedly on her couch.

"Never took you for the shy kind. You growing bashful now Ms. Dentist?" His eyes twinkle with mischief and she knows that she's being played but she wants nothing more than to wipe that smug look off his face. Slamming her room door, she pulls off her casual house clothes and grabs the first thing that catches her attention- a buttery yellow dress that grazes her knee, pairing them with white heels and a high messy bun. A swipe of lip tint completes the look and she confidently opens her room door.

Du-sik is staring aimlessly at his phone and doesn't notice her reappearance at first, so she coughs loudly folding her arms and when his eyes land on her, a chill runs down her spine at the look that lands on her body. It's been a long time since a man looked at her in this way, his eyes are undressing her even though he was the one who implored her to dress up in the first place. She hates it. At least she should hate it. But she can't ignore the satisfaction that washes over her at his dumbfounded look, that smug look obliterated by her very first look.

"Well?" She pushes harder, twirling to give him the full look. His gasp is loud behind her, she knows exactly why. The deep revealing plunge that travels all the way to the small of her back. There's no way she would wear this to the convention much too suggestive but that's her business.

"Wher-" his voice cracks and this time she can't contain her smile, dimples flashing now at her clear affect on him, clearing his throat he tries again, "Where exactly are you going again?"

She hums turning back around, gleeful at the vibrant blush on his cheeks. So he is just a man after all.

"A dentist convention." She answers cheekily and he guffaws loudly, eyes narrowing at her like he knows exactly what she's trying to do. They stare at each other for a long moment and she ultimately breaks the stand still, realizing what's happening. It feels a lot like flirting.

Collecting herself, she barrels back into the room.

"What the hell are you doing?" She whispers to her reflection, face too flushed for her liking.

A hard knock at the door pulls her from her self chastisement, "You didn't even wait for my rating."

She sighs loudly covering her face in embarrassment at her own action. She doesn't even have alcohol to blame this time.

"I don't care. This was stupid, let's stop."

Of course he ignores her.

"I liked it. But it's too...sexy for convention. You should wear that for someone special. I doubt anyone with a beating heart would be able to resist you."

What the fuck.

This isn't who they are, when did they become comfortable enough for conversations like this? They despised each other, right? Confused and annoyingly flattered, she peels the dress off her body trying her hardest not to think about the fact that only a door separates him and her naked body.

"I would love to see the others. But I have to go, but if you want my opinion. Red is definitely your color."

"What?" She replies, but she can hear the too loud click of the front opening and then closing and just as capriciously as he arrived, he leaves.

Burying something that feels a lot like disappointment she flops onto her bed, head fuzzy like its been wrapped in cotton.

"What is going on?"

They don't see much of each other the next day and it's unusual given how much they see each other on a regular basis but she refuses to think about it or even consider that he's avoiding her. He's just busy and she doesn't care anyway, they have nothing to do with each other.

The convention is in two days now, she has her overnight bag packed with all her new purchases and the messages have been pouring in their group chat. She's mostly chosen to ignore them but on a whim she decides to check what they're so excited about, only to feel her stomach drop.

Why isn't Hye Jin answering?

Maybe she's busy with her mystery man 😉

Oh! She has to bring him, we need to interrogate him!

Yoon Hye Jin don't pretend you don't see these messages!!

That she had forgotten about.

"Why did you tell them that he's interested in you? Has living here altered your brain, you idiot." She berates herself.

"Who's interested in you? Why are you an idiot?" Mi-seon looks curious from the doorway, without waiting for an invitation she hops onto the bed with two cans of beer. She grabs one, drinking it in a flash.

"Oh it's that kind of night." Mi-seon says excitedly running to grab more beers.

"So let me get this straight, you told them that Chief Hong is interested in you and that he's been chasing you but you're not interested?"

She nods meekly, wishing the floor would swallow her up.

"Why did you lie?"

That's the brunt of the issue, she's a liar. She should have sent her initial message and told them that there was nothing between them but how could she when they were all calling him handsome and acting like she finally did something right? She'd spent that entire dinner feeling like her teenage self on the outside looking in, wanting nothing more than to be someone worthy of being included.

"I know I should have told the truth."

"Yes, you should have told them that you're interested in him too."

Huh.

Time stops as she processes the words that her best friend just uttered. There is static in her head as she tries to make sense of it.

"What are you talking about?"

Mi-seon looks at her unimpressed.

"You can both keep lying to yourself but the rest of us aren't as stupid. You're both interested in each other. It's mutual."

She wants to ardently deny the accusation but the words are caught in her throat and all she can manage are refusing sounds.

"You've been wearing red all week." Mi-seon says accusingly and she jumps up in huff, "So what? I'm allowed to wear colors!"

"You hate wearing red. You said it makes your skin look too pale. You hardly ever wear it. So color me surprised when I learned that red is the favorite color of a certain part timer."

That damn town chat. There has to be a way to get Mi-seon out of it. Maybe it was a mistake letting her live here. She was learning too much.

"Don't even bother to deny it. I won't believe anything you say. But I think you should ask him to go with you, you'll get some time alone to figure this out."

There's nothing to figure out. They are..... acquaintances who can admit that the other is vaguely attractive at times. His face isn't all that bad and she's pretty, so it's natural that there is tension at times, like he said they were still humans.

So she doesn't tell him about her fib, pretending everything is fine until it's the day of the convention and her anxiety has all but smothered her and her hands have a slight tremble in them as she starts to drive.

"It's going to be fine. Everything will be okay." She doesn't believe a word she's saying to herself, her heart is thumping in her heaving chest. She doesn't want to go alone. Convincing Mi-seon to leave was a failed endeavour, her and that police officer becoming inseparable. She knew what that smile meant when her best friend had realized that she would have the house to herself. She could barely get a word in as Mi-seon started frantically shaving her legs then pushed her out of the bathroom to "shave her wild cat".

With a sigh she starts driving, the car too quiet despite what she'd told Du-Sik and the Gongjin grannies. Uncharacteristically she turns on the radio, kpop blaring from the speakers. She recognizes the tune, never before has something as mundane as butter seemed so interesting but the kitchen essential was given new life by the song. She bops her head to the catchy beat, trying to ignore the fact that she's driving to the lion's den.

Some time later, she pulls into the hotel a valet already coming over to get her car. Grabbing her overnight bag, she exits the car handing her keys to the waiting hands of the valet.

Everyone is here and none of them had come alone, she was the only one without a plus one. They haven't noticed her yet so she watches as they all laugh at a joke she can't hear, unnecessarily stroking at their husband's chests as if to show off their exorbitantly priced wedding rings. Everything was always a competition here.

She shouldn't have come. Their was nothing about her life that they would be envious of. She was going to make a fool of herself. Impulsively she starts stepping back but it's too late, Hong In-A spots her and points her out and immediately all eyes are on her, they all start walking over to her and she wants nothing more than to run far, far away. Get on a bus and go to the beach and never see any of them ever again. But she's no longer a child, no longer that scared little girl; worked too hard to shed that skin.

Fortifying herself she puts on a fake smile. Ready for war.

"Hye-Jin ah, there you are. We were beginning to think you wouldn't come. You never responded in the group chat." Ye-Ri states with an attitude, looking around her as if searching for someone and eyes brightening when she sees no one. "Did you come alone?" This makes all of them perk up, looking around like chickens with their heads clucking. She swallows the shame the question elicits, "Who would I be with? I told you in already, it's not like that."

They all look at her with pity, it makes her want to slap them all across the face. Who were they to make her feel like shit, she didn't need anyone that didn't make her pathetic.

Finally one of the husbands cracks the awkward tension by introducing himself, she tries her best to ignore the pervasive way his eyes run down her body. Instinctively she crosses her arms, feeling naked under his stare. Nobody else notices her discomfort and after all the introductions, they all walk away as if she's no longer worth their time.

Lump in her throat she walks into the hotel, determined not to show them that they've gotten under her skin.

There's a scheduled lunch and she tries to find a new table but Sung-Mi waves her over and she doesn't see anyone else she recognizes or wants to sit with.

He hadn't been wrong, she has no friends besides Mi-seon.

"You were looking around, were you looking for someone? Are we not good enough to sit with?" The question is asked with a bite and sneer as if the idea is laughable that she would ever be better than any of them.

She swallows her pride, "No nothing like that. I was merely looking around."

Sung-Mi looks satisfied as if putting her in her place has righted her world.

They begin a conversation that completely excludes her, regaling drama that she knows nothing about and doing nothing to bring her up to date or invite her to join. It's the polar opposite of her experience in the countryside and with shocking clarity she realizes that she wishes she were there, it's only been a few hours but she misses it. Nobody looks down on her there, no usually she's the only doing that she notes with shame.

"I'll find the restroom." She says to no one because none of them are paying her any mind except the husband with the wandering eyes and she would much rather not have that attention.

Thankfully the bathroom is empty and she has to stop herself from splashing water on her face, her make-up was done perfectly it would be a waste to ruin it. Pushing her hair behind her ears she takes a deep breath and then another until her head is clearer, the noise lessening.

"It's only a day and a night. You've suffered far worst."

With that lacking pep talk she exits the bathroom, almost colliding into a wall. Wait, no it's just a person- a chest to be specific. She looks up ready to apologize when a familiar face stops her in her tracks.

"What are you doing here?" She stares flabbergasted at him, more dressed up than she's ever seen him. In a white suit with a white vest, the tee-shirt peeking under the only thing that feels like him to her. And his white sneakers. She can't hide her surprise at his sudden appearance and without thinking she starts to pull him to the side, to avoid being seen but she's not fast enough and soon they are swarmed by her colleagues, before she even has a chance to talk to him.

"Aren't you the man from the picture?" Yoo-Jin asks blushing way too much for a married woman if her husband's cold stare means anything.

"The picture?" Du-sik replies, clearly confused.

"You're the guy that's chasing after her. She told us that you liked her and you were courting her." Sung-Mi answers for her, she wants to vanish. It would be better if she had never existed. Even non-existence would be better than this embarrassing moment. "I got a picture of you two last time, when you followed her."

His eyes ping-pong between the group and her and she realizes this is his chance to ruin her. After everything she's done, all her rude comments and snobby remarks about the town and people he cares for so much, this is his chance for revenge. He can laugh and deny any feelings for her, tell them all that she's a liar and he's never been interested in her, not even once. This is what is going to happen. She prepares herself for the fall out, surely after this she won't be able to show her face in Seoul again.

He starts to laugh and her stomach tightens, her palms are so sweaty.

Here it goes.

"Oh I guess she wanted to keep me a secret."

Wait. What. That doesn't sound like denial.

"We're together now. I finally bulldozed those walls and made her mine. Nice to meet you all I'm Hong Du-sik, Hye-Jin ah's boyfriend."

Her eyes widen as he bows and starts to shake hands with the husbands, the one that stared at her looking disappointed. Their handshake goes on for a second too long, eventually with the latter pulling away with a pained look. She's too confused to consider what that means.

"And you were so cold earlier saying you had no one. Did you want to make a fool of us?"

He answers for her, "It's nothing like that, my honey is still getting used to us. I'm sorry I'm so late I had something to take care of."

Her head is spinning too fast to keep up with everything happening and she's grateful when he excuses them and guides her outside with a large hand on her hip.

Fresh air is much appreciated and she takes in huge heaps of it as soon as they're free.

Then reality crashes down on her.

He knows about her lying.

He had called her bluff.

But he didn't out her.

"Why didn't you tell them the truth?" She finally manages to say, head still reeling.

But instead of answering he's staring at her legs, then slowly his eyes swivel upward cross her thighs curving around her hips, past her breasts (a bit too slow there) before moving to her collar and settling on her face.

"You look great."

She feels the heat rushing to her face. What was he doing to her?

It hadn't been in purpose but she finds herself in red again, an a line dress with criss crossing straps over her shoulder and a middle slit. It was conservative without being too formal or professional. She'd felt comfortable in it but now seeing that look on his face, comfort is the last thing she feels.

He was distracting her and she couldn't afford that with those harpies inside waiting for her downfall. They needed to get back on track.

"What are you doing here?" She tries again, but he responds with his own question, "Why did you tell them that I was chasing you?"

"It was a mistake. They thought we were together and I just....said that for no reason." It's half the truth.

"They don't seem like your friends. You looked like you needed someone on your side, so I just found myself saying we were together for no reason."

She looks at him blankly, heart pounding now. In her moment of weakness instead of kicking her, he'd lended a helping hand. What kind of person did it make her for expecting the former?

"So what now?" She asks still in disbelief that he's here and that he'd told people that there were dating, she would be angry and offended later that they had readily believed it. Perhaps it didn't seem too farfetched now with him looking like that right now.

"Well, don't look but they're watching us through the glass."

This time she finds herself turning to look and he's the one that has to stop her, he does so by suddenly grabbing her hand and tugging her into his body. She squeaks at the collision. Leaning down so his lips are level with her ear, he speaks, "We can give them a show. I'm happy to be your pretend boyfriend."

Why?

She yearns to ask him why he's willing to go this far for her? Why was he even here when she had never told him where the convention was taking place? But his words were hot on her ear and she's tired of being their source of entertainment so she nods looking up at him, "Just this once. I'm going to lean on you. Let me borrow your eraser and copy your homework."

He stares before a blinding smile graces his handsome face.

"Let's go then." His hand is heavy on her waist as he walks back towards the hotel, taking his role very seriously it seems.

He fits in perfectly. Able to talk about a plethora of topics to anyone he's introduced to and even she's impressed by him. Be it travel, philosophy or poetry he seems well versed in everything things that even she is ignorant to and it makes her regret the way she looked down on him before, he was anything but a country bumpkin.

She leaves him to his conversation to get a drink, a whiskey on the rocks. Needing something hard tonight.

Not that. Down brain.

"Yoon Hye Jin? I would recognize that face anywhere."

Twisting to face the voice, she sees a familiar face- old classmate. Rung Do-Bae, they weren't anything more than classmates despite his many, many attempts.

His eyes sweep over her hungrily. She swallows her drink, painting on a shallow smile.

"Sunbae, how nice to see you here."

Invading her space he grabs her hand, "There is no need for such formalities. You can just call me by my name, Hye Jin ah."

As if she ever would.

Gently she tries to extract her hand but he won't let go and she doesn't want to make a scene.

Suddenly she's warmed by a body pressing into her, she knows who it is without even looking, her body relaxes immediately.

"Sorry I got lost in conversation honey. Who might this be? Another friend of yours?" He thrusts his right hand out and Do-Bae has no choice but to release her hand to return his handshake. Scarily enough she's starting to become used to his nickname, barely reacting to him using it again.

"Yes, this is my sunbae from school. Sunbae this is Hong Du Sik my....."

She knows that this is all an act, they were doing this to help her but she can't bring her tongue to form around the word, boyfriend.

"Her boyfriend." He finishes for her, pulling her tighter to his body.

But Do-Bae looks suspicious now.

"Boyfriend? I thought you were still single. You never changed your status on SNS. I've checked."

"Why are you so curious about that?" Du-sik challenges in return, doing a great job of sounding like a jealous boyfriend. She's almost even convinced.

"Hye Jin ah and I have always had a very special relationship. Beyond that of a hoobae and sunbae. Isn't that right?" He directs the last bit to her and she feels Du-sik stiffen next to her, seemingly believing these lies. So she clears that up.

"I have no idea what you're referring to honestly. We have never had anything that would constitute as a "special" relationship. I would appreciate if you didn't spread such lies, especially to my boyfriend. Enjoy the rest of your night."

She tugs Du-sik away, not waiting for a reply from the other man. The conversation was over anyway.

When they get far enough he speaks, "You have a lot of admirers."

She raises an eyebrow at the non-sequitur.

"Are you surprised?"

He brushes a hand across her cheek, making her freeze.

"No. It makes sense."

She blinks slowly before laughing, it sounds fake even to her ears.

"You should have been an actor. Your acting skills are incredible." He doesn't laugh, doesn't move before they're pulled into another conversation and she tries not to think about how tightly his body is pressed against her own.

"How is he in bed? He hasn't left you alone all day, I bet it's passionate." As soon as lunch had ended they had invited her to a spa, she'd considered saying no but she knew they would talk about her even if she wasn't there so it was best to at least know what they were saying.

Du-sik looked sad to see her go, but she told herself that she wasn't good at reading his faces. They hardly knew each other.

"I can't remember the last time I had a passionate night of sex. Kids and a full time job, leave no time for that. I'm pretty sure he's cheating on me and I'm too tired to even care." Sung-Mi confesses and she's shocked when the others nod in agreement instead of threatening to castrate him, as she'd done when Mi-seon told her about her ex boyfriend cheating.

"I have no complaints. He's... attentive. He's always touching me and pushing his way into my space. He's gentle but passionate, and I like...that he's so much bigger than me." She knows she should stop, this is definitely taking the lies too far. But that night bleeds into her thoughts, making everything she's saying feel true. He'd been so gentle with her, those huge hands cupping her face. She wondered how they would feel on other parts of her body.

"Damn. Look at you getting horny just from remembering. I'm so jealous."

Jealous. There were envious of her, it was all she'd been hoping for but the happiness she expected to erupt never comes. Instead she feels cheap, like she'd used Du-sik for her own benefit. She had tainted that night. This wasn't what she wanted.

As the day had gone on she found herself looking at him too much, he'd come all the way just for her and regardless of her brain trying to minimize that, it was huge. He hated snobby people like them who based a person's worth in their monetary success and yet he put on a smile and chatted with everyone, letting them mock his way of life and call people like him useless dreamers. All while she did nothing to defend him and drank wine, happy that they were being accepted.

He was the perfect gentleman all day and he was getting nothing in return for this. It was all just to help her.

Would a friend truly go this far to help? Was she being naive or was it like Mi-seon said, was she lying to herself?

"I'm such an idiot."

Without another word, she flees the sauna rushing to the locker room and changing back into her clothes. Nobody follows her because they aren't her friends. Why had she wasted so much time trying to impress these people who aren't even truly happy in their own lives?

The drive back is long, and she doesn't know what she's going to say but she knows that she's tired of being scared.

Leaving the key in the car she rushes past the valet, into the hotel elevator pressing their floor and waiting impatiently.

It takes three tries to get into their hotel room but once the door opens, he's right there. Sitting in the seat by the window reading a book.

"You're back early. I thought you would be gone until three?" He looks up, dog earring his book and giving her his full attention. Her heart skips a beat.

"Why did you agree to do this for me? Why go through all this trouble for me?"

It's the same question he's been asking himself since he first met her. Why was he was interested in her and why did he keep wanting to save her?

It was the desire that led to him being here.

He had accidentally overhead Mi-seon talking to Eun Chol about being worried about her, the convention was overnight and everyone would be bringing someone and she'd be all alone. The thought of her alone and isolated, made him race to her without a plan. Only stopping at a store to buy his outfit so he would fit in with her crowd, he'd spent more in that shop then he usually did in a week. But it was worth it for her.

It was a miracle that she hadn't questioned his presence more, he knew it was shameless and deceiving but none of this felt like pretending to him. His jealousy had been real, he'd had to strangle the urge to kick the pervert husband with the wandering eyes and then the insistent sunbae who wouldn't take a hint. She was a vision in the red dress and it wasn't a surprise that men found her enchanting, he just didn't like them looking at her. But she wasn't his, never would be because he couldn't confess.

They weren't right for each other.

"Do you like me?"

That question again. Last time he had laughed it off, called it absurd. But it wasn't. Not liking her would have been absurd.

"I don't know why you're asking me that."

"Because I'm tired of us lying to ourselves. Don't laugh and don't you dare say it's absurd again."

He can't respond, he's stuck on the word "us". It wasn't just him, they were an us?

Hearing that gives him courage he had long thought had been most forever.

"I wasn't pretending today. Nothing was fake to me, I meant it all." It's terrifying, unchartered land for them and he waits to see which one of them will chicken out first. It's sure to happen.

"I'm going to kiss you." She says instead of running like he expected and secretly wished for.

And then she's crossing the room and leaning down to grab his face, she watches him giving him a chance to pull away but he does the opposite, this time he meeting her half way. As soon as their lips meet the kiss is already too much, she's sliding into his lap and he wraps his arms around her tugging her closer until their chests are squished together.

He hasn't kissed anyone like this in a long time.

Hasn't been this close to losing control in a longer time.

"You're dangerous." He whispers into her mouth and she giggles at the statement, wiggling in his arms and rolling into him forcing a punched out groan from his lips.

Carefully he lifts her shirt watching her face closely for any signs that she wants to stop but finding nothing but her palpable lust.

Her skin is unbelievably smooth and soft and he can't stop himself from stroking her, rubbing at her back his hands resting right above her butt.

"How long have you felt this way?" She asks softly seductively nipping at his neck and running a hand over his shirt to caress his stomach, he physically aches for her.

"I wanted you the moment I saw you. But I didn't feel this until you convinced grandma to get her implants. That was when it became more for me."

She looks surprised and he is too, that they're speaking so candidly about feelings they've always denied.

"What about you?"

She stops licking at his neck to look him in the eyes. He's nervous to hear her reply.

"I.... don't know."

He tries to hide his disappointment. Maybe she was starting to retreat back into her shell. Maybe he shouldn't have been so honest.

He's about to untangle them when she continues, "It wasn't at first sight but one day I found myself looking for you. Seeing you become the best part of my day, I started to count on you to be there for me. To expect it. Just like this, I've been scared to lean on anyone until I met you."

Now that's a confession.

Impulsively he stands with her still on his lap, forcing her to to latch onto him so she doesn't tumble to the floor. Not that this would ever happen because he would never let her fall.

"I could have fell!" She cries, clinging to his shoulders and wrapping her legs around his waist. Her half naked bra clad body so close to him is causing another biological crisis in his pants.

Walking to the large bed in the middle of the room he falls backwards, enjoying the view of her on top of him a little too much.

It's all probably too soon and they should probably slow down, but his body is strumming and he wants nothing more than to break her apart.

"I'm all sweaty. I should take a shower."

Instantly an image of her wet and naked under the downpour of a shower flashes in his mind and he has to twist away from her.

"Pervert." She accuses but he can hear how satisfied she is with his reaction. Damn tease.

"Do you want to join me?" She teases some more, having fun now that she knows her power over him.

He looks at her helplessly.

"Are you having fun? Remember what I told you before? I'm still a guy. You're sitting here in your bra taunting me, do you think I'm that much of a good guy? Do you think I don't want to throw you down, rip your clothes off and eat you alive? I'm so hard right now just seeing you naked would be enough to push me over the edge. So don't make propositions you can't follow through on."

She looks dizzy from his words, eyes hooded and glossy. He watches her gulp and then stagger off to the bathroom, without a word to him. It's probably for the best, everything is too charged right now.

A shower for her and many glasses of water for him later, she's back and it's almost time for dinner.

"I think they said dinner starts at 6. Should we head down?"

She glances at him, while opening her bag and pulling out skin creams and some fuzzy socks.

"Would you be opposed to ordering room service and staying here?"

It's the best offer he's heard all day, only second to her asking if he wanted to join her in the shower.

"What about your colleagues?" He asks to make certain that she's really okay with this.

"What about them?" She replies with a shrug and he grins picking up the room service menu.

They order too much food and not enough alcohol but neither of them want to forget this night. She tells him stories about her time in dental school and he's happy to get to know her better, chuckling at the funny stories and commiserating at the sad ones.

Before he knows it night has fallen.

And he realizes that they'll be sharing a bed. Unless she wants him to sleep on the couch.

She's wearing a big shirt and loose shorts and he still can't believe he gets to see her like this.

"Are you coming to bed?" She's already getting under the sheet and that answers his question, this is really happening. He starts to follow her lead, getting under the sheets but keeping a respectable distance between them.

"I'm cold." She announces suddenly and he starts to look for a thermostat in the room or an extra blanket, before realizing that she's looking at him over her shoulder, he stares back confused before she lifts an eyebrow and oh, he gets it. Carefully moving closer he feels her warmth surround him as they meet, forth to back.

"Took you long enough." She grumbles, pulling his arm over here body and settling back into him moving until she's comfortable.

She's so close and warm and her smell is all around him and he feels his restraint dissolving and when she presses back into him, her hip rubbing against his crotch he bites down on his bottom lip.

It's too much for him to resist and without warning or preamble, he's turning her to face him and swallowing her moan of surprise eagerly. He grabs her head firmly holding her in place and slips his tongue into her open mouth, her unique taste exploding on his taste buds. He's hungry for more. So he starts to tug down her shorts, heart beat thundering in his groin. She kicks the shorts away, and he groans at the sight of her panties she was trying to kill him, he was certain.

"You're the devil." He chokes out staring at red lace, he'll never be able to see the color again without getting a raging hard on.

"You haven't seen anything yet. Honey." The word drips from her tongue just like the real thing.

Forgetting all reason and logics he lunges at her, devouring her mouth and sticking his hand in her panties. She's so warm and fuck, wet drenching his fingers.

Simultaneously he thrusts his tongue into her mouth and his fingers in her wet folds, groaning as she melts like butter under his touch. There's no resistance, as he plunges two fingers inside her experimentally before picking up his place when she clutches onto him and grinds back on his fingers, begging the whole time.

"More, more, please!"

As if he could ever deny her anything, with one hand he grabs her ass and the other he thrusts into her opening over and over until her voice gets breathy and she starts to stutter, squirming wildly in his arms and he knows exactly what's coming: the beautiful end. So without warning he pulls back the sheet and slithers down her body, throwing her legs around his head and pushing his tongue in to the brim, hungrily drinking at her until she shakes and combusts in his arms. Sweet on his tongue, he swallows it all greedily.

He strokes her as she recovers from her high, climbing back up her body. So much for taking things slow, but he can't even think about regretting it when he sees the blissed out look on her face. He wants to imprint it in his mind. Nobody else will ever get to see this face but him.

"It's your turn." She says sounding loopy like she's drunk and he laughs as she reaches for the tent in his pants but misses his bulge and instead falls into him.

"You're tired. Go to sleep. That was enough for me, seeing you like that fulfilled every fantasy I've had. "

He truly means it. He's a giver. And it's not like he can't tug one out later in the bathroom with her face and moans playing on repeat in his brain.

She starts to argue, but her phone vibrating on the nightstand distracts her. Reaching over she picks it up before chuckling and flopping back into the bed.

"What?" He asks curious, jealous of whoever is making her smile like that.

Ignorant to his inner thoughts, she thrusts her phone into his face. The room is so dark it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the bright lighting of the phone, but once he can see he reads the message on her phone and starts to laugh too.

"Dusik is missing! Nobody has seen him all day!! We started a search party."

#hometown cha cha cha #sikhye couple #caution 😈 ahead #hong du shik #yoon hye jin #living rent free

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dahoomanprincess · 3 years

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Miraculous: Tales of Redbug & Kuro Neko

Chapter 1: Origins Pt. 1

3rd Person POV

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Luka groaned as he was woken up by the alarm, his sister's alarm. He rubbed his eyes and slowly got out of his bed. He noticed that the alarm was still ringing which meant that Juleka was still asleep, she was a deep sleep after all. He then looked over to her desk and saw the yellow sticky note with the words 'first day back at school :(' written in purple ink stuck to the mirror. Luka smiled, first days back at school were tough, luckily he had finished school the year before, and went over to Juleka's bed to try and wake he up.

He turned off her alarm which, still hadn't waked her up. "Juleka, wake up, it's time for school", Luka said while slowly shaking her, trying to wake her up, but it was no use. She had been sleeping and still remained sleeping. Luka noticed and did the only thing that he knew would wake her up. He removed the sheets from her and started dragging her off the bed by her legs.

That seemed to do the trick as she stirred and woke up. She took notice of what was going on and tried to move closer to the other edge of the bed; where her pillow was. "Luka stoooop, let me goooo, I wanna go back to sleeeep", Juleka whined as her older brother was still dragging her off the bed.

"Hmmm... how about... no.", Luka said, with a mischivious smile on his face. Juleka huffed and said, "okay, okay, I'm awake", which caused him to let her go. "Now what do you want?", she asked, annoyed at him for waking her up. "Come on Jules, it's your first day back at school!", Luka told her. "Oh how exciting", she sarcastically said, adding an eye roll too. "Can't you be a bit more excited?", he asked, knowing well that Juleka despised going to school, and most of all interacting with people that were out of her friend group. "No", she responded with a straight face.

"And why's that?", he asked, even though he already knew the answer. "Oh you know, homework, eventual exams, talking to people, getting asked to answer questions and there's a high chance that Chloè's going to be in my class again.", Juleka answered, playing with the hem of her pyjama shirt. "Three years in a row!? Is that even possible!?" "Everything's possible when it comes to Chloè, Luka, I thought that by now you'd know it.", she said, adding a huff at the end. Juleka hated Chloè, well practically everyone did apart from Sabrina, her 'slave'. "But isn't that the school's thing to decide in which class students go?", Luka asked again. Juleka just shrugged.

"She won't be in your class this year Jules, don't worry", he tried reassuring her. "She will", Juleka responded. "Won't" "Will" "Won't" "Will" "Won't" "Will". They continued like that until Luka decided to do something. "You know what, I'm so confident that she won't be in your class that I'm betting €20 on it." Juleka smiled and rolled her eyes before saying, "And I'm so sure that she will that I'm betting €20 AND the loser has to buy the winner anything of their choice" "Anything?" "Anything"

Luka smirked and said, "Well Juleka I hope that you thought this well because there is this new guitar that I've got my eyes set on..." She then smirked back and said, "Luka, I hope that you have enough money saved up because there is this nail art set that I have been saving up for too..." They looked in each other's eyes with a challenging look and then Luka held out his hand and said, "Deal?", by which Juleka responded by shaking his hand and saying "Deal".

~~~

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Kagami hit the snooze button on her mobile for what felt like the millionth time that morning. Why couldn't she sleep till noon like all the others her age that she sees on social media do? She pulled the covers back on her and tried to continue sleeping in the warmth of her bed.

Why couldn't she go to normal school like everyone else instead of being homeschooled? She barely got any holidays as she had to be the best of the best according to her mother. Kagami did want to do good in school, she wasn't one to not care about her grades, but also a break once in a while would also be good. Many people would say that they would prefer to be homeschooled, but it wasn't the case for her.

She wanted to be normal; go to school, have some independence, ineteract with other people, make friends. That's what she wanted most of all; to have a friend. Sure she did go to fencing lessons, but nobody would talk to her. Everyone saw her as the formal, strict, cold fencer, but she wasn't at all like that.

Kagami just needed a chance where she could be herself.

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She huffed, there went her 'extra' sleeping time. She responded with a groggy "mhm?" and the door to her bedroom creakily opened. One of her mother's servants walked in, stood near the door and said, "Your mother is waiting for you in the dining room." Kagami just responded with a thumbs up while still laying down in bed. The servant nodded and left her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Kagami reluctantly got out of her warm bed and streched before seeing what she had first in the morning. "Fencing first", she thought while seeing her timetable for the day, "I can wear the uniform after having breakfast and shower after fencing. Mother won't know if I stayed in pjs for now anyways..." She wore her slippers and made her way downstairs to the dining room.

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Luka and Juleka were at the side of Françoise Dupont school, where students can park their bikes. Luka had gone with Juleka as he had been called to work at his part-time job in the morning that day.

"Do I have to go to school?", Juleka whined. Luka sighed and said, "Yes Jules, you have to if you want to succeed in life." She huffed and muttered something under her breath which he didn't hear. She then said, "If Chloè's in my class this year will be another bad one..." Luka smiled knowingly, he knew how Chloè makes everyone's lives a nightmare. "Well if she is in your class you will win the bet, and if she isn't you won't have to be bothered by her. It's a win-win situation in the end." "More like a lose-lose situation...", she muttered, but this time Luka had heard her.

"Aw come on Juleka- hey, isn't that Rose?", he started, but changed the topic when he saw Rose, Juleka's best friend (or maybe more) climb up the steps. Juleka looked at where her brother was looking, smiled and nodded. "Then go talk to her, and say to her from me!", he said. He had known Rose as during that summer him, Juleka, Rose and another student, Ivan, had started a rock band called Kitty Section. Juleka nodded and with a "bye Luka, love ya" she went off running. He responded by saying, "bye Jules, have a great day at school."

He then got on his bike and started biking to his workplace when he saw an old man slowly crossing the road while there was an oncoming car. Luka quickly got off his bike, ran to the man, grabbed his arm and took him to the other side of the road, on the sidewalk. "Are you okay sir?", Luka asked the old man whose life he had practically saved. "Yes young man, thank you for saving my life back there.", the old man replied, "I don't know how I can repay you for your act of kindness and for risking your life for me." "Don't worry sir, you don't have to give me anything.", Luka told him, smiling, "I have to go now, have a good day sir!" He crossed the road to get his bike and continued biking to his work.

The old man walked to a side road and took out a black, wooden, octagonal box with a strange Chinese symbol on it in red. He smiled and while looking at the box said, "Thank you very much, young man."

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"We have arrived at your destination, Ms. Tsurugi.", the voice of Tatsu said as Kagami and her mother arrived at Mr. D'Argencourt's fencing academy. She went there three times a week for private lessons in the morning, plus her lessons with the other fencers in the afternoon. She usually went to her fencing lessons alone but since it was the start of a new term her mother had to pay Mr. D'Argencourt for the lessons.

"Tatsu, open the doors", Tomoe demanded. "Yes, Ms. Tsurugi", Tatsu replied and the car doors opened. Kagami went out and was about to head inside the building when she noticed an old man wearing a shirt with a Hawaiian print on the floor, trying to get his cane so he can get up. She cast a quick glance at her mother when an idea formed in her head.

She started jumping, as if she was trying to catch something that was flying away, while moving closer to the old man who was looking at her with a confused look. When she got near him, she quickly bent down, gave him his cane, whispered, "here you go sir" and helped him stand up. He smiled at her and she winked back before returning to her mother.

"Kagami! Where did you go?", her mother demanded. "I'm sorry mother, but a paper flew away and I went to retrieve it.", Kagami said, smiling slightly. Her mother's blindness did have its advantages at times. Not that she wanted her to be blind, but it made stuff like she just did easier. Tomoe just nodded and started walking inside. Kagami went after her, waving to the old man, who waved back, before she went in. After both of them went in, the old man got out another box, identical to the one before but with a different thing inside, and said, "Thank you very much, young lady" before walking away without the need of his cane.

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Luka was almost half-way to his job when the ground rumbled and he almost fell off his bike. He saw everyone's confused faces and then heard gun shots. He saw a lime green glow from a bit further away than he was and saw something rocky grow. Some people were taking out their phones to see what was happening and he did the same. He went on the news website and saw Mayor Bourgeois saying that all Parisians must stay home until the current situation was under control.

Then his mum called him and he answered. "Luka is everything alright?", Anarka said, with slight panick evident in her voice, "where are you? Are you already at work?" "I'm fine mum, and I still haven't arrived to work yet. I was about to head back home." Anarka breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, at least you're not hurt. I went out to do some grocery shopping but I'm staying here till everything's all under control. Now head home and call me when you arrive, 'kay? And try to call yer sister, she didn't answer when I called her." "Yes mum, I will, bye" "Bye Luka", she said, and then he hung up. He got on his bike again and started cycling back to the Liberty, taking the route where there wasn't this supervillain thing.

Kagami had just started her fencing lesson when the ground shook and she fell over, shocked. Her first thought was that there was an earthquake but then she heard a very deep voice, like how monsters sound in movies. It was as if Paris was suddenly being attacked by a monster, but she reminded herself that monsters only exist in fictional stories. Mr. D'Argencourt ran over to get his mobile and it was shown that Paris was indeed being attacked by some sort of supervillain.

Nah, she had to be dreaming. Maybe she had hit her head when she fell over from the earthquake. Yes, that had to be it. Kagami tried pinching herself to see if she actually was dreaming and it hurt so she wasn't dreaming. But then how was there a literal stone monster? Her thoughts were cut short when her mother demanded that she get her things quickly so that they return home immediately. That's what she did and then the two females were on their way back to their house.

Luka arrived to his house boat and immediately called Juleka. It wasn't unlike her to forget to charge her phone or not notice when someone was calling her but he was still worried. Fortunately, she picked up after a bit. "Yes?", she said with a whisper. "Juleka! Are you okay?", Luka said. "Yes, yes, we are hiding in the school so we don't get caught. But this rock monster took Mylene and Chloè with him. I don't mind him taking Chloè but not poor Mylene!", Juleka said. Luka heard a faint snicker from someone near Juleka when she said the Chloè part.

"Are at work or back at home?", she asked. "I cycled back home, do you maybe have any idea on what has happened?", Luka said, wondering what Juleka was referring to when she said monster. "I might have", she replied, "Kim was picking on Ivan about I don't know what-" "Our drummer Ivan?" "Yes, that Ivan, he is in my class. Anyways, then Ms. Bustier sent him to the principal's office and then a giant stone monster thing with Ivan's voice ripped our class wall apart and took Mylene and Chloè since Kim disappeared somewhere." "So you're saying that Ivan got turned into some kind of monster!?", Luka exclaimed. "Yes, but I have no clue how. Maybe he will explain after he turns back to normal.", she calmly said. Juleka had always been a fan of horror movies so she loved these kind of things. "Maybe. Oh, and mum told me to tell you to call her. Tell her that I am safely home, will you?" She said that she will, and after they said their goodbyes Juleka hung up.

Meanwhile, Kagami had arrived home, luckily not attracting the attention of the thing that was outside. She asked her mother if she could go to her room and Tomoe nodded. Kagami removed her shoes and placed them besides the door before running upstairs to her room. She switched on the television and found a channel where the news was being broadcasted to try to understand what on earth was going on.

She rewinded the news a bit to when they started. "As incredible as it seems, it's been confirmed that Paris is indeed being attacked by a supervillain. The police have been struggling to keep the situation under control." Nadja Chamack said. "Be confident, the strong arm of the law will come crashing down on the...", Officer Roger said as he tried lifting an arm that was in cast, probably broken. "... I mean the other arm", he continued, wincing after lifting his injured arm.

Kagami got up from the sofa to go change when she noticed an unfamiliar wooden octagonal box on her desk. Luka had also noticed a similar box on his bed when he had walked in his and Juleka's room. They both picked it up at the same time and said, "Huh? What's this doing here?", before they opened them.

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omiramotakiart · 2 years

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Bear in mind, I know these kinds of films didn't have the highest budget, and I highly doubt this is what the people in charge of costume design had in mind, these are just my med induced ramblings.

I will start and base this mostly around Gutiere's outfits, though my main focus besides her will be Icthyander and Don Pedro, though as a brief mention about other characters such as Gutiere's dad, Dr. Salvator or Olsen, the main idea is the following.

For Gutiere's dad you see a mix of old, worn down clothes, a bit old schooled, despite wearing working clothes, he does seem to do his best to make them look presentable even if they are all dirty and unkept, his style seems more like he put up whatever he could find when he's at sea, which makes sense considering he would want to look more put together when at the store working with clients.

Dr. Salvator is pretty simple, mostly formal clothes, dark blue suit or the occasional lighter and warmer tones when wearing a jacket over a sweater when he is not working, again, as a doctor and a scientist it makes sense he'll want to look as formal as possible.

Olsen begins with a bit of an eclectic style, as his shirt and jacket make sense for the 60s however everything else has a more 20s feel to it (which, is it was a nod to the original 20s book, it'll be a nice reference), for the rest of the movies he seems to keep a somewhat formal yet casual look with muted tones elements such as leather jacket, trench coats or hats.

Now, the reason I will base this around Gutiere's wardrobe is because a good part of the story could reflect on her clothes better than most character's but also we see the most outfits out of her. Our first main outfits for her are yellow, and for the rest of the movie except two other clothing changes, they are black clothing. At first I thought she only wore yellow outfits around Pedro as in every scene she wears yellow it involves some sort of awful behavior of Pedro towards her. However, thanks to the scenes with Icthyander later on the movie and her outfits when alone, also adding the associations with the color yellow, it feels more proper of her.

See, the color yellow is, according to most, a happy color, a bright and happy color, energetic, fun, mostly of good connotations, by that alone we easily associate that color, as the moments we get a glance at a more carefree Gutiere she fits the usual meanings of the color yellow, not to mention that the earrings she wears through all the movie not only fit in aesthetic but color. We even have Thunder's first line referring to Gutiere where he mentions her happiness.

She stands out in yellow, her aesthetic feels different to the other characters, especially that of Pedro, whose clothes are mostly on the more serious side and rely on red tones (more on him later), Gutiere's clothes don't match anyone else's.

Except for Icthyander's in every romance scene. We see him wear mostly white and beige, neutral colors, creamy tones and such with maybe just a pop of color, lots of scarves and fancier clothing, most textures look soft and light, not to mention they feel to blend comfort and fashion. The only two times we see him wear dark tones is the black shirt he has when going out with Gutiere.

Going back to the outfits he wears at the beginning of the movie (ignoring the fish suit), even when he first escapes and goes looking for Gutiere, Icthyander is seen wearing mostly white and a small pop of blue in the scarf, if we guide ourselves by color theory once more, whites are usually associated with some concept of purity/innocence, we see how Icthyander is essentially naive to the outside world, with an almost child-like innocence (though not in a way that infantilizes his character), metaphorically speaking it would tie into the narrative, also mentioning how every pop of color he wears is never too bright or distracting, once more, the white suit and blue scarf, they blend perfectly, give him this serene, dare I say, prince charming-esque look. We however have an abrupt transition to darker colors.

While he keeps the same light pants and scarves to compliment the outfit, we have never seen Icthyander (or Gutiere for that matter) wear darker clothes before in the movie, both outfits for both scenes consist on a solid black top with bottoms that are either different in color or pattern (for Gutiere's first black dress, the skirt possess a floral pattern), both in a similar if not the same tone of black, the significance of the color is debatable here, however, as most connotations of it indicate sobriety, seriousness, which is the opposite from the scenes they share. Perhaps if it was interpreted as foreshadowing of the ending it could make sense, the main focus of this bit is to showcase the coordination of colors between the two of them despite still keeping their usual styles.

The only other time we see Icthyander wearing anything dark is in the scene where he is thinking about Gutiere, we can conclude that's the same shirt he was wearing the previous times with her, further adding to the color coordination, (we also get the daydreaming sequence of them with the same fish suit but the meaning of that one is kind of obvious.)

While they do manage to keep their own style their outfits also work harmoniously, the only uncoordinated scene being their first formal introduction, once a connection was established and we see the romantic plot develop we get to see the color coordination

Now moving onto Pedro. Once again, his clothes keep a pop of red for most of the outfits he wears and while far dustier and unkept than his regular clothes, you can tell his working attire follows certain rules of fashion. Where we see Don Pedro's real style is in the suit he wears when receiving the news about the marriage, the night robe and what he wears when visiting jail.

The suit is beige with a black windowpane pattern and a black turtleneck, a fashionable look for the era, however this is the only noticeable outfit of his that did not involve reds.

And here is the thing about the use of the color black in the outfits of these three characters…

While the color black seems to blend well and be harmonious with the clothing choices for Icthyander and Gutiere, in Pedro's case it looks more like a striking feature, overpowering all other colors or clashing with them, the somber connotations of the color black seem to fit him better, so does the color red as it is not only associated with aggressiveness but also passion, which in his case, would be the one sided feelings he has towards Gutiere.

We see the bright red and black shirt he's wearing when visiting prison, the scene where he tries bribing Dr. Salvator with his own freedom, one of the many scenes where he is called out, essentially.

However the most striking piece of his outfit is the night robe. The clashing of black and red, the almost satin-like look of it, the styling, it all fits his character of a rich man who is driven by greed and impulse, a man who prioritizes his own gain over other's well being. His colors are red and black and he fits them well.

And Gutiere… the only red thing she has ever worn was a bow she lost right at the beginning, a bow Icthyander found and had kept until the end. A bow that instead of being tied to Pedro it became more of a memory about them.

By the end of the movie Gutiere wears the same black dress she wore when Icthyander was arrested. The difference is that he isn't wearing black, his color palette, yes, but it is the fish suit.

His clothes took a more warmer, terracotta-esque palette when he went to look for Gutiere, still formal, still light, and she had a more disheveled version of a wedding dress that already looked out of place for her. Even then there was a bit of harmony in their clothes and although we don't see her full outfit when planning the prison break, the jacket looks similar to Icthyander's (quick headcanon that somehow she got hold of his jacket)

But in their final scene she wears black as he goes away, we don't even see her yellow earrings, Icthyander is back in the fish suit and having to say goodbye. No longer able to be on land.

Before the ending, Gutiere wears yellow, a more muted yellow, a brown skirt, creamy colors yet her own palette. Her own style but reminiscent of Icthyander's light colors. In that outfit she also wears black on the headscarf she has with her, by the end of the movie when saying goodbye, we see her carry the same black headscarf.

#amphibian man #Человек амфибия #soviet film #soviet movie #60s film #film costuming #costume analysis

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autumnsorbet · 2 years

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Outfit I made for Oscar last year he got the lamp back XD

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This is my favorite picture of him iv made over the past year this long ok takes about 20 minute to edit together caz I have to draw Oscar color him then

add the orange log in his outfit then at the I originally used in this look I add more color to it and stars in new art iv used bit the looks still come out about the same

This out for has layers to it as well for his accessories I gave his this necklace it was originally going to be a scarf and the gems and it were going to be dust gems I carried this over from another look I was going to give him where he had an outfit that was going to be powered by dust since he can't really use magic without him merging faster with ozpin but I scrap that idea but I kept the scarf and changed it to a necklace ,

He also has gravity cuffs and a gravity armlet on his left arm I was going to give him gravity anklets but with the semblance I was hoping he'd get or that he possibly gets I hope that Oscar will be able to fly that's why in this picture I have him like he's floating this isn't the full picture this is cropped out from when I edited I might submit the full picture later if I can find it it's on another SD card or I usually keep my art but I switched phones and I just added some of the art I could find to it

I've also given him rings based off of rings that I saw that I thought looked cool they are also carried over from another look where the rings were going to have magic or dust in them but I'm not still sure if I'm going to go with that when I keep drawing him from now on I might change it

And I know what you're thinking why does he have so many belts but let me explain the belts coming from under the necklace are actually a backpack on his back you just can't see it the red belt he has on with the gold buckle and leaf is a built that also

carried over from another look that I constantly draw him in now and just will always draw Oscar in from now on cuz I love how this belt turned out the orange woven belt is also another belt from a look I made for Oscar for his vacuole look it actually goes with the other layer that's under the jacket he's wearing and he just kept it on

The orange belt like thing under the red belt with a gold buckle and lease is actually like a sash that also carry over from another look let's be real a lot of parts for this current look I may Oscar carried over from others looks and I combined them mostly into this and I like it turned out when I was originally making this look I didn't plan on how the jacket

looked the only parts I had planned out is where I wanted to put orange on it because orange is really good color on Oscar and I know right now in the show we're seeing Oscar and more green because they're showing how he's wearing green represent that he's one of Oz's many lives but I hope that is we see Oscar still be himself he'll switch back to maybe wearing orange and maybe still have green somewhere in his outfit and I also has to do with the layer under his coat under his coat is like the sleeveless coat thing I have for men it's kind of like how wise has all those layers currently and her

Atlas look like if he removed the jacket it's another layer under it and it's like a sleeveless Long jacket thing that way if Oscar got hot and vacuole he could just tie his normal jacket around his waist and have that on and as you can see it's peeking from under the coat at the bottom and you can clearly see it it's orange and it has like yellow leaves on it and it has like a leaf charm at the bottom of it hanging off I had it where it kind of messed the belt but I also changed how the colors of this undercoat is sometimes in other words like recently I've been coloring it and more of a neon purple because it

makes the reds in his outfit come out more cuz Oscar is inside of his coat that you see on top with the Stars and orange logo is red on the inside of the coat and when I have his collar popped out in some of the newer art you can actually see the red

I also gave him new shoes I might change these shoes later cuz those shoes were like a first draft I just wanted to give him some new red shoes I added like gold to them to make them stand out more from his current shoes but I think they're okay so far the pants he has on they're kind of like leggings / jogging pants I guess and they have green and orange stripes going up them they're just kind of like normal pants under the orange jacket with the leaves on the bottom he has like a

undershirt on that comes in multiple colors I'll show that in art at another time but sometimes I just have it where it's a black tank shirt under that most of the time and my newer art cuz I've changed that as well sorry all this seems long-winded I'm just happy to start up this art account and start posting my art on here of Rwby and past fan art I've made I hope everyone likes it

#oscar pine #rwby #vacuo #rwby vacuo #oscarpineart #autumn sorbet art #art is mine #ms paint #toolwiz #oscarpine

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samshogwarts · 4 years

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🎃👻🎃 HALLOWEEN 2020 SUPRISE 2.0 🎃👻🎃

(pls ignore the tiktok logo on the left)

First of all - that's actually not the Video I was planning to cut. But since I have to stay the weekend at the hospital and not allowed to use my computer here, I have to chance my plans and have to use tiktok to cut at least a little video. Believe me, it broke my heart to use tiktok instead of my usual cutting program. And so the pictures are without the planned Effects, I am sorry :(. I planned to make a Hphm Halloween MC costume video. Every MC is another magical creatures, ghost or what ever. Hope you are OK that I use your MCs without asking 😅. And I will not finished the original Video because I want to finish the first chapter of my fan comic finally <~<.

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MCs I used without asking 😅:

Elaiza Schuyler as the yellow rain kid from ES @annabelle-tanaka-official

It was your idea for the costume. I hope you are OK how I use it >~<

Arjun Singh as mumie @hogwarts9

I was searching for a macigal creature for Arjun and listened to old 90' series opening and "Mumies alive" appear. Does anyone knows the show? I loved them when I was a kid, so I decided to make Arjun a mumie. XD

Kyril Vasile @kyril-hphm / @kyril-simping as Red hood

Why does lolita clothes suits Kyril so good? It was so much fun to draw him in this dress. And the wolf's head too xD

Conor O'Donnell as Frankensteins monster @unfortunate-arrow I want to choose something special for Conor, but I didn't found anything what suits him well. But than I thought about classic "monster" and don't know why but I choose Frankenstein.

Sara O'Donnell - as a Doll @unfortunate-arrow

To be honest, Sara is like a doll in my mind, so it was easy for me. Dolls are scary but have most a sad background story. So I think it suits Sara. ^^;

Carewyn Cromwell as Banshee @carewyncromwell

I love the storys of Banshee. Especially the version of her amber cry if a member of her family will die soon. And what is also very important for a banshee? Her voice! So I thought the Banshee would suits Carey well.

Luna Silver as Vampire @lunasilvermorny

LUNA!!! We were talking about her "costume", so as you said I made her a vampire. And it suits her very well! And it was so much fun to draw her hair!

Helene Adler as Sucubbus @heleneplays

I want to draw Helen for so long and finally I did it! >~< And I instantly thought a Sucubbus would suits her! I even try to make her sexy (but I have no talent for this 😅)

Finn McGarry as Davy Jones @theguythatdraws

I am still in the hphm potc AU phase and I like the idea of Finn as Davy Jones. So I try my best to draw him! And let's be honest, Potc AU Samantha would make so much jokes because of his hand and face.

Angelo Lancaster as Angel of the Death @angellazull

Pls tell no one that I totally forgot his wings! >~< and I use your picture as inspiration but chance a few things, like his hair color so his picture will be not just white Grey and black. But it so much fun to draw Angelo! 😍

Tu Ling as Kitsune @wangxianforever000

Haaaarrrr~ finally I was able to draw Tu! I want to draw her for so long. Hehehehehehehehe. And Kitsune are one of my favorite magical creations and if I know right, she is actually a fox demon or am I wrong? 🤔

Night Rheia as Dementor @nightrhea-hphm

Also someone who told me which costume her mc would wear. First I made her skin with normal skin color, but.... I don't know it looks a bit boring because the special effects in the video are missed. But I hope you still like it.

Wendy Gordon as Selkie @drinkyoursoupbitch

Wendy!! 😍 It was clear for me to draw Wendy as a Nordic creature. And I like selkies very much. I know they are actually not evil, but I thought Selkies would suit Wendy and I try to gave her a unusual pose for me (and Whiskers xD)

Ethren Whitecross as Pyramid hat @hogwartsmysterystory

First of all - I know we never interact with each other and you don't know who I am, but Ethren is one of my favorite MC and your blog is for me one of the big three (the three blogs, why I start my blog) Q-Q but enough fangirling.

Did anyone played Silent Hill 2? I remember when I was a teenager and played the game the first time I screamed so much when pyramid hat appears and he was my nemesis for years xD and this my Frist try to draw a little more muscles *cough cough* hope you don't mind I used your MC.

Keira Jones as evil mermaid @hphm-brooke

Keiras hair as so much fun to draw! While I was drawing her I was asking myself if a mermaid need glasses? And if they do, how do mermaids that's? Anyway, I try to draw not a typical mermaid since there are fairy tales about mermaid where they are more evil and dangerous. And I like that more. A typical Ariel mermaid would be to normal.

Vixen Mcmahen as crazy clown @rosievixen

Aaaa good old horrors clowns! It was from the very beginning clearly for me to draw Vixen as a horror clown. When I start drawing she reminds me first to much as Harley Quinn, but I am happy with the result in the end. And her face expression Oo I am surprised by myself. Hope you like it too.

Danique Winter as the women in white @morningstarinwinter

The women in white is one of my favorite ghost. They are many different storys about her, but in the end she is alsway a woman who was betrayed. Personally, I like the version where she helps ppl if they get lost. And yeah... I thought it would suit Danique and it was very funny to draw her. I lobe to draw long hair! Hope you like it! *-*

And last but not least - Samantha O'Connell as Grimm Reaper. Yes, it suits her and her story. And I added a little Easter egg. The mask she is holding is her mask as a Ghost agent. The time were she was the most dangerous and able to bring pain and death to her enemies.

Still sad I can't upload the original planned videos with all original planned mc's. But my body says no. So well. I will make the best of it 🤷‍♀️.

Hope you guys like it. Will post the pictures in two extra posts.

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fatoomie2801 · 3 years

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his queen | kyoya tategami

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Kiara groaned as she woke up, sitting up in the bed she lay in, Tsubasa immediately coming to her aid.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concern plastered on his face as he helped her up.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Kiara responded. The girl felt fine; her head might have been pounding, however she didn't want her brother to worry about her. If anything, she was completely distracted from the ache by thoughts of her trainer. His last battle had left him in a state she had never imagined she would witness, and at that moment, all she wanted to know was how he was doing, if he had woken up, if he'd eaten something, whether he was still in pain from the injuries of his semi-final match. "How's Kyoya?"

"He's okay," Tsubasa responded. "He's in the other room eating breakfast."

"That's good," Kiara sighed, smiling slightly. She and Kyoya had yet to talk face to face since their battle, meaning the air between them hadn't been completely cleared, however Kiara felt at peace knowing that he was doing well. The anger she had for him days ago had completely vanished, not a single trace of it left in the girl's heart. She suddenly felt Tsubasa's hand on her shoulder, distracting her from her thoughts about the green-haired blader.

"Here," he spoke as he retrieved the girl's golden clasp, placing it in her palm, softly smiling as she put it in her hair. "Gingka won."

"Really?" she gasped in shock. "He defeated Ryuga?"

"Mmhm," her brother nodded. "It was horrifying to watch, honestly. Ryuga was possessed by L-Drago again and it turned him into a complete monster."

"Oh, god," was all that could escape the girl's lips; she was grateful she hadn't been there to witness the battle since all it would've done was scarred her. She sat in silence as she glanced out of the window at the radiant sun shining high in the sapphire-blue sky, her mind clouded with thoughts of her best friend's wellbeing, wondering how he was since surely his battle with Ryuga would've taken some sort of toll on him. "Can we go see Gingka?" she asked, turning to her brother.

"Yeah," Tsubasa responded. "Eat something first. I'll tell the others to come along."

Tsubasa left his sister in the room to eat breakfast and change back into her clothes from the gown she had been put in. Once she was ready to go, she met up with her brother who had brought Kyoya and Hikaru with him, the four of them then making their way towards the front entrance of the stadium.

"Looks like we missed all the fun, huh?" Hikaru spoke as they approached the entrance.

"Yeah, Hikaru," Tsubasa replied. "But the future of beyblade has been assured."

"I could've done it with one hand tied behind my back," Kyoya commented, causing Kiara to roll her eyes and laugh silently. Typical Kyoya, she thought.

"Gingky is the biggest baddest blader!" Yu exclaimed happily as the four bladers made their way outside. "Ha!"

"You've kind of left us all the dust now, huh, Gingka?" Hyoma questioned, smiling proudly at his childhood friend.

"That's not true," Gingka replied. "The reason I was able to win was because I had everyone's support."

"That's right!" Kiara beamed as she dashed to the red-haired blader and hugged him.

"You did it, Gingka," Hikaru congratulated.

"Congratulations," Tsubasa added as Kyoya smirked.

"Kiara, Hikaru, Tsubasa, Kyoya!" Gingka exclaimed as his golden-brown eyes met the four.

"Huh?" Benkei gasped, turning around to face the direction Gingka was looking, being met with his idol standing in front of him and rushing to embrace him in a lung-crushing hug. "Kyoya buddy! B-b-bull!"

"Get a grip," Kyoya sighed, pushing Benkei away in order to avoid his hug, causing everyone to laugh.

"You truly did well, Gingka," Ryo spoke, crouching down to meet his son's height. "Because you worked so hard, all your friends' spirits became one for the first time. I'm very proud of you."

"Thank you dad," the boy smiled before his eyes widened. "But dad! Pegasus has... Pegasus has... disappeared!"

"Pegasus disappeared?!" Kiara exclaimed.

"I'm afraid so," Ryo answered. "In the final battle with L-Drago, Pegasus fought so hard that it must've used up all of the power that it possessed. In order to win against the dark force, Pegasus had the use of everyone's power but it kept fighting past its limits. Just don't worry about it right now, Gingka. Once it has rested its wings somewhere, there's a good chance that it will regain its strength and return."

"Thank you, Pegasus," Gingka whispered, smiling softly as he looked up to the sky, before turning to face his friends. "Everyone, our battle isn't over. In fact, it's just beginning. We'll be facing new bey battles, so let's give it our all, okay? Are you ready?"

"Yeah!"

That evening, Kiara made her way to the river, taking a seat on the bench by the bank, relaxing to the calming sound of the gentle waves that the river produced, the golden hues of the setting sun reflecting off of the water, causing it to glitter and sparkle. The area was surrounded by trees that towered high over the girl's head, its branches adorned with emerald-green leaves and lined with flocks of birds that sang harmoniously.

Kiara slowly laid back against the bench, looking up to study the soft strokes of pink, purple, and yellow that decorated the sky above, reflecting on the outcome of her battle with Ryuga. What would've happened if I had won? she wondered. I don't think it would have made a difference. The girl began to realise that no matter the result of the battle with her ex, which she had worked so hard for, he would've continued to remain power hungry; nothing could change the ways of that man.

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"Beyblade isn't about revenge."

"It's something that's meant to be enjoyed, not used for your own personal gains. I know what he did was wrong, and I'm not saying that I support his actions at all. I just want you to think about what beyblading really means to you, okay?"

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The cool air entered Kiara's lungs, revitalising her body as she breathed, a faint smile forming on her face as her golden eyes glistened brightly in the rays of the orange sun, her mind filled with the recollection of Gingka's words from when they first met. He was right all along. Kiara realised that her thirst for revenge was pointless, and that it would ultimately lead to no change, just as Gingka had told her. There was no personal gain she could obtain by defeating Ryuga in battle, and it also wasn't the reason she had originally stepped into the world of beyblade either; Tsubasa was the reason for it all. She was grateful for having finally found him after all those years, for having formed close bonds with many individuals along the way, and for having been able to obtain a new bey, learning to connect with it and grow stronger.

A sense of serenity enveloped her as she finalised her decision to let go of the past; it was obvious she wouldn't be able to forget anything that had happened, and she would never forgive Ryuga for the way he slandered her family that day, or for how he hurt both Tsubasa and Kyoya during battle, but she refused to let that overwhelm her and affect the relationships she had formed with those who simply cared about her. She accepted that pushing those people away would do nothing but make her feel worse, and she was aware of how freeing it felt to share her feelings with those she trusted. Kiara had expected to feel somewhat of a weight lifted off of her shoulders, yet she continued to feel a sense of uneasiness. Something wasn't right.

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the rest of chapter 14 is available on wattpad:

#beyblade metal fight #beyblade #kyoya tategami #fanfic #gingka hagane #ryuga kishatu #tsubasa otori #yu tendo #kenta yumiya #madoka amano

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just-strolling-by · 3 years

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Was debating on whether or not I wanted to post this but I decided "eh, why not." Here's my designs for the Origin SMP. Will I make one for Charlie and Schlatt? Probably not.

Some Design Notes/Character "Headcanons":

Wilbur Soot:

- Didn't know how to make him look obviously transparent so go along with it

- (Was actually considering to make a background for all of them because of this but I got lazy)

- Should have made him float higher but didn't have enough room on my page

Nihachu:

- I forgot to put it but their's supposed to be fins on her arms

- I gave her legs cause technically she CAN go on water but she'll suffocate

- Gills are either covered by hair on neck or behind those fin-things on her head

- Blue pupils to symbolize "Wet Eyes"!

TommyInnit:

- The first clothing design I did. I really liked the idea of Avians having their wings gradually form to their arms because over time they didn't need to fly anymore

- (but you also can't really see it since his arms are covered with his clothes )

- ((no, those are NOT his "wings" I just drew it like that and I am now experiencing regret))

- Out of everyone, I feel like his is the one that's the most heavily based on his skin

- FUCK I FORGOT TO PUT THE SCRITCHY-SCRATCHY THINGS ON HIS PANTS

- Oh well

- Instead of flying they would use their strong feet to travel at mountains.

- (Also I was trying to find a "mountain chicken" type bird that lives in high places but I discovered a "mountain chicken" is a type of endangered frog. Also I think quails suits Avians??)

- I think when one first hears about Avians they'll think about like these peaceful, graceful species, like akin to elves, and the person who chose this role is Tommy of all people and I find that funny and really interesting. Like, imagine a young (and loud and brash) Avian who left the mountain because he didn't agree with the traditional ways and wanted to explore the world. Also he really wants to fly. Could be a really interesting story.

Tubbo:

- Oh God, wHERE DO I START????

- Smallest one there for obvious reasons

- Tubbo's and Jack's designs were the trickiest ones for me. Because Tubbo's main color is green it clashes with purple quite a lot.

- Added purple splotches cause the description said "protected shell-like skin" but that (along with the green cell-shading) made him look sort of sickly. Also without the gloves his hands are completely purple.

- When I colored the pants I did what any good mom would do and try to add as much green as possible. The inside of the shulker is yellow so I made it to a greenish-yellow.

- (also, because the weird robe thing I did had the pattern of a shulker box I thought it was clever to "hide" the color inside it, like the actual mob)

- Hands are shaped like that because he can't hold a shield and I think its easier to mine stone like that.

- His outfit sort of resembles a guard's uniform because there is always one shulker guarding the treasure room.

- Backpack has no straps cause it really isn't a "backpack" but an actual box stuck on his back

- Thought about basing the shulker parts on the green shulker box for a smoother transition but I thought against it since I felt like it would go against the purple-scheme of the End. Oh well.

Philza:

- The first time I ever saw an elytra in Minecraft the first thing I thought of was "insect"

- Because Elytras are from the End (a mysterious place) I make it like a magic "cape" he was born with that can turn into "cape wings" (there was this one design I saw of his wings and I think that perfectly represents what I had in mind)

- Originally thought "Would it be fine just to give him his original skin?" but I thought it was too easy so I come up with him being some sort of "treasurer" since Elytras are found in the treasure room (don't quote me on that I have not played Minecraft in years)

- I think it'll be cool if every Elytrian has a Shulk to protect them since the Elytrians are with the treasure they're probably some kind of trusted nobility so they need a guard to help them. May this guard be Tubbo is up to debate.

Jack Manifold:

- The second hardest one to design.

- Because his color scheme has a lot of blue I didn't know what to add and remove to match with the blaze (no pun intended) of the Nether.

- First thought is to replace his camo pants to a nether-camo pants. I dropped the stripes cause I didn't know what to do with them and instead gave him a gradient.

- Arms are disjointed and (don't know if you can see) his head is floating akin to a blaze.

- I gave him golden kneecaps cause... Nether

- His shoes/head is bright cause of fire(?) I headcanon that blazes have an innate fire/heat system so I carried that over to the Blazeborns

Ranboo:

- Noble that snuck away from the End to visit the Overworld!!

- When I first read the description for the Enderian the first thing I thought was of princes, princesses and nobility, with the Ender Dragon of course being the tyrannical ruler of the End.

- (plus, his skin has a liTERAL CROWN)

- I gave him a traveller's cloak and some noble-ish clothes underneath to emphasize on that "noble snuck out to explore the world" sort of vibe.

- It's sort of hidden by the hair but there is a crown underneath it. There was originally jewels there but I decided against it

- His arms are longer and I was supposed to make him taller (despite him already being the tallest person in the server) but I did not have enough room. Also he was originally not gonna have a mouth but I gave it to him anyways.

#origin smp #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #nihachu #tubbo #philza #jack manifold #ranboo #fanart #character design #headcanon #mcyt #myct fanart

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orange-waterfalls · 4 years

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Favorite Things

Captain Magnum x gender neutral!reader

@rattyships ty for the request!

A/N: YES the title is a quote, YES it's from That One Song™, YES I based this fic off of that idea, leave me alone. Uh... Christmas. Yeah. Captain Magnum seems way too calm in this fic for my own liking, but y'know. Reader can paint even though I am physically unable to, so. There's that. Fluffy. Rated PG because there's one two "hell"s and one "damn" and that's it. It's cheesy and that's why it's great.

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You paced around your cabin, very anxious. Christmas was in three days! What were you supposed to get everyone? You didn't know what anyone liked! Or that they even celebrated…

Well, who says no to a gift, right?

You went over to your secret chest (nobody on that damn ship knew how to share) and opened it up to see how much treasure you had. Not much, but it was there. You could buy a lot in normal markets with these. Maybe you could convince the Captain to take you back home for the holidays?

Well, you never know until you try, right?

But what would you buy? They have quite enough gold and jewels, none of them seem to have any interest in anything, you doubted they'd like something homemade…

This was gonna be difficult.

You sighed and closed your chest, walking over to your door. You opened it to find said Captain standing there, the rest of the crew behind him.

"Hi, Captain," you blinked in surprise. You probably should have been more confused than you were, but this boat was already super weird. He was smiling at you.

"Mornin', first mate!" He greeted. "We found a treasure map on a ship we were lootin'. We're about t' start searchin' fer treasure!"

"Oh. Alright. Gimme a minute," you smiled and closed the door. You sighed and rested your back on the door. Maybe you could find something on the island to give them…?

"Yeah, they'll love a nice flower crown…" You snorted at your own idea. You sighed and grabbed up your stuff, opening your door and walking over to the crew. They were all talking about how they couldn't wait to find more treasure. You rolled your eyes. Don't they have enough of it? You took a head count of how many of them there were. Five… five crewmates, five presents. Captain Magnum noticed you and smiled.

"Thar ye be! I thought ye would lock yourself in yer cabin th' whole day!" He, along with the rest of the crew, laughed. You smiled saltily. "Wha' were ye doin' in thar?" You looked around, trying to come up with something.

"Um… I was… I was…" you looked out onto the horizon for a moment, your eyes softening. The crew looked at you.

"Y/N?" One of them called to you. "Are ye-"

"Painting," you interrupted.

"What?" Magnum asked.

"I was… painting…" you looked back to them. They all stared at you for a minute.

"You… you paint?" One woman asked. You smiled and nodded at her. All of the crewmates looked at each other for a minute.

"Uh… wha' d' ye paint?" The other woman asked. You shrugged.

"Whatever, really. Animals, landscapes, whatever's in my room…" you looked over at Captain Magnum to make sure this was okay. He sighed and plopped himself down on a stair. You smiled and turned back to the group.

You explained painting to the crew for 15 minutes. You had no idea they'd be so interested in your hobby. They asked so many questions, some of which you'd somehow never heard. How long had these people been at sea?

Eventually, you looked over to see Captain Magnum looking impatiently at the island the ship landed at 10 minutes ago. You chuckled at him and stood up.

"Captain's getting a bit annoyed, guys. Let's go," the crew complained, but got off of the ship as you walked over to the Captain. He raised an eyebrow at you and you mimicked the action.

"They find ye mighty interestin'," he commented. You smiled.

"Yeah. Not more than you though. I doubt anything could be more interesting than those logs you have for legs." You both looked at each other for a moment before laughing. He stood and you both followed the crew off of the ship.

He lead the way to where the treasure was, the rest of you trailing close behind. One of the crewmates, a boy who looked no older than twenty-one, took your arm. You raised both eyebrows and looked at him.

"So… wha' were ye sayin' about watercolors?" He asked softly. You smiled as the other crew members gathered around you again. You looked up at Captain Magnum, who was smiling at you all. He chuckled and turned back around, continuing to lead the way. You sighed.

"Alright… so watercolor is probably one of the most well-known types of paint…"

You had found treasure on the island, and most of the crewmates became interested in that, but the boy who has asked you about watercolors stayed as you explained how people originally made paints from flowers. You saw the curious look in his eyes, and decided what you were gonna get everyone for Christmas.

You were gonna paint for them.

What, you weren't sure. But you sure as hell were gonna paint. Maybe… their favorite animals? Or maybe an object they really liked…

You decided to ask them what they liked.

The woman with the bandana really liked sea creatures. Specifically, narwhals. They were very pretty and could also impale people. She liked that about them. You didn't think she noticed you scribbling everything she said into a small notebook.

The woman with the eyepatch really liked swords. She knew a lot about them; names, origins, uses… it was slightly unnerving, but you couldn't judge.

The boy liked plants. He liked the fact that they were living beings, just like people and animals. Only, they were smaller and couldn't talk. They could, however, feel. And he liked that. You couldn't get over how soft he was…

The man who was first mate before you liked… hats. He liked that they all basically had the same function, but looked so different. You could respect that. Hats were very cool.

The next day, you decided to paint them pictures of their favorite things in their respective color schemes, and added a different color for each background. A blue and white narwhal with a green background, a red and black sword with a navy blue background, a black and orange flower with a dark green background, and a brown and maroon hat with a pastel red background (no, not pink. There's a difference). You spent an entire day painting the pictures. They turned out very well, in your opinion. You just hoped the crew felt the same.

After you were finished with those, you asked Captain Magnum what his favorite thing was. He thought for a moment, stroking his beard.

"Well… I suppose it'd be treasure!" He answered. You knitted your eyebrows together.

"Really? Treasure?" You asked, hoping for something more.

"O' course, treasure! I be a pirate aft all! Wha' would I like if it nah be treasure?" You sighed in slight disappointment. You thought that you would find something new about him but, nope. He loves treasure the most. You nodded and turned around.

"Well, that or ye." You stopped dead in your tracks. Did you hear that right? You slowly turned back towards him. He looked away from you, towards the horizon. The setting sun illuminated his face, tinting it orange, pink, and yellow. He looked like he was ripped right from a movie...

"What was that?" You asked, slightly distracted by how beautiful he looked.

"Treasure be a pirate's fav'rit thin' o' course. But, since ye showed up... I reckon me fav'rit "thin'" be me first mate. Ye." He said nonchalantly. A small smile creeped onto your face. Magnum looked at you, since you hadn't said anything in a while.

"So, you're saying… you love me?" You asked, fishing for compliments. Magnum flushed a bit. It was mostly hidden due to the sun, but you could still see.

"Well… er…" He scratched the back on his head, thinking of how to respond.

"Cause that's what I'm hearing here…"

"Um…"

"Exactly how much do you love me, Captain?" You smirked, leaning on the side of the ship, your cheek in your palm. Magnum finally took a deep breath and looked in your eyes.

"More than all th' treasure in all th' seven seas…" he stated. Your eyes widened as your smirk fell. You felt your face heat up and you turned away from him.

"Well, uh…" you coughed, "I should… get to bed… wanna be up early tomorrow, so…" you shuffled away.

"First Mate Y/N!" He called. You turned back towards him.

"Merry Christmas." He said. You smiled.

"Merry Christmas, Captain."

You walked into the deck, the crew already gathered. You figured Magnum must've gotten them. You took a deep breath and walked over, the paintings in your arms. The crew all waved and greeted you. You smiled and stood in front of them.

"So, uh… it's Christmas as you may or may not know…" you explained nervously. "So, um… I decided that, as gifts, I was going to paint for you all… and these were the results." You move forward and pass out all the works you painted. All of the crew seemed happy with their pictures. They showed them to each other and gawked over the detail and bragged about how good they looked. You finally walked up to Magnum, who was steering. You held out a painting to him.

"Wha', fer me?" He raised his eyebrows and took the picture. It was of a red, blue, yellow, and black ship with a sunset in the background and sparkling green and blue waves. The words "a pirate's life for me" were written on the back. He laughed heartily and pulled you into a hug.

"Oh, ye really outdid yourself, mate! 'tis wonderful!" He complimented. You managed to pull yourself out of the hug after a minute or two and handed him an envelope. He looked over at the rest of the crew and, upon seeing that no one else had one, tilted his head a bit.

"It's from her," You explained, pointing. Magnum nodded and looked over at the woman who was showing off her narwhal. She glanced at the Captain and winked as the boy with the flower painting giggled. Magnum plopped down onto a step, but you stayed standing. He opened the envelope to reveal a card. On the inside, it said "This thing you two have is special, more special than anything I could try to get. I can, however, make you realize exactly what you have". You frowned.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked. Magnum shrugged and gave you the envelope. You looked inside, seeing something green. You took it out and your eyes widened.

Mistletoe.

Mistletoe?

Where the hell did they find mistletoe?!

You looked at Captain Magnum, who was staring at you. He raised both eyebrows at the plant in your hand. You were holding it between you two accidentally (on purpose).

"We don't 'ave t' if ye don't wants t'..." He told you. You took a deep breath, telling yourself to stop being so weird about it because you knew he loved you back. Besides, the crew had all left to put their gifts in their rooms. You leaned down, since he was sitting, and softly connected your lips. He sat there for a moment, eyes wide, before closing them. You both stayed like that for a few seconds before you pulled away all too soon. His eyes looked hazy as you smiled.

"Merry Christmas." You whispered and walked to your room, leaving Magnum to process what happened.

You entered your room and leaned your back on the door, smiling widely.

"Well, that was the best Christmas present ever…" you mumbled to yourself. You started to giggle as you continued to think about it. You put your hands on your face in embarrassment. It was only a couple seconds, why were you being so weird? You jumped a bit when you heard a gentle knock at your door. You turned around and tilted your head. Who could that be? It was getting late and the crew had already shown their appreciation…

Unless…

You opened the door to reveal, you guessed it, Captain Magnum. He was holding the mistletoe you had left on the deck. You looked at him and raised an eyebrow. He smiled.

"Do ye... Uh... Wanna do that again?" He asked sheepishly. You laughed a bit before smiling up at him.

"Absolutely."

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