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crowtrinkets · 3 years

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Barista’s Adventures in Wonderland

What if a cosplaying Barista was thrown into a more unconventional Astraea?

Chapter 1/?

Chpt 2,

Alice in Wonderland AU! Inspiration was taken from @thislemonboy I've never done a multi-chapter fic so let's pray this won't kill me lmao. Merging canon with Lewis Carol's Alices Adventures in Wonderland

Tags: @avarifromtheotherside

Word Count: 2,964

~Down the Portal We Go~

I run my hand over my face and then extend my arm as I stretch, I had a long day at work and I'm finally off. Not even bothering to remove my apron from around my waist, I wave goodbye to my coworkers and step out into the chilly air. It's been raining all day but it seems to have let up. The scent of stale coffee and sugar radiates off my apron, I make a mental note to wash it when I get home. Tossing my items in my car I stand at the door just for a second, letting out a long slow breath. A loud clang from behind surprises me and I whip around to see, no one.

"What the… hell?" I look down and I see a scepter of some sort in front of me. It has a glass orb detail at the top and its spear is covered in gold, thinking I recognize the object, I reach down to get a better look but once I do a bright light emits from it. It catches me off guard and I fall backward, but rather than hitting the ground I continue to fall.

Down

I suddenly wake to the feeling of cold concrete on my face, letting out a groan I roll onto my back. Above me is the night sky, a swirling storm slowly dissipates revealing the moon behind it. I must have hit my head or something, but how long was I out? I finally sit up and my breathe hitches when I realize I am not where I think I am. Old ruins surround me, long-forgotten candles melted down till their wicks are nonexistent, reside in the corners. I slowly stand to further take in my surroundings when I hear a voice echoing around the corner

"Hello?" I call out, but I hear no response. However, the voice grows louder.

"Oohhh I am very very late, the Duke will curse me for this," from around the corner a man appears. He decently short in stature, his dark hair tousled slightly in his frantic state. He’s dressed in formal clothing, dark pants and a white poofy shirt with a low v, and a dark red waistcoat is that pokes out from the large black jacket he has draped over his shoulders. He frantically flips through a book, squinting through his glasses, not looking where he's going. He runs past me without hesitance, shouting frantically about being late.

“Wait! Hey, wait!” I call out, the ground seems to move below me causing me to lose my balance, but I manage to keep track of where the man ran off to. I chase after him but he doesn’t answer my calls. The man suddenly stops and waves a hand out in front of him and a black, swirling oval forms out of nothing, he jumps through and disappears into the dark leaving behind the dark oval. It must be some sort of portal, I think to myself. Without thinking I bolt towards the portal and jump through, hoping it takes me to the man. I fall onto my hands and knees and an overwhelming grape flavor fills my tastebuds.

“That’s a weird side effect,” I open my eyes and stand to see where I ended up and I see I am in a long hallway, it seems to be a part of a castle. The frantic man in a waistcoat is nowhere to be seen. Instead, I find a wall of doors. Did he go through one of these perhaps?

In the center of the hall is a low table, upon approaching it I find what looks like a finger bone.

“Gross,” I mutter, but something compels me to pick it up. Once I do it vibrates and suddenly forms the shape of a key.

“Hah, a skeleton key,” I joke to myself. “Maybe it’ll fit into one of these doors?” I turn to approach the first door, but once I put the key in the keyhole an ungodly screech emits from it. I pull back and cover my ears then I quickly rip out the key allowing for the screaming to cease. The hallway becomes deadly silent.

“Ok well that wasn’t correct,” I say to myself. I look down the hall at the multitude of doors and let out a sigh. The only way out is through one of these doors unless I wanna go down the seemingly endless hallway, and if it means having been screamed at so be it. Door after door, scream after scream, I start to become more and more frustrated.

“Aren't skeleton keys supposed to open all doors?” I exasperate. Once I try the last door I sigh, my attention then falls upon a curtain to the left of the door, pushing it back I spot possibly the tiniest door I've ever seen in my life. I look at the keyhole and then at my key.

“Might as well try it out,” I stick the key in and sigh with relief when it doesn’t scream at me. I slowly turn the key until it finally clicks. Letting out a sigh of relief I lay down and look through the tiny door which is no bigger than my hand. On the other side, I spot what looks like a greenhouse. A multitude of colorful plants occupy it and I see a pond off to the side but past that my vision is obscured. Sitting back up I pull the key out of the door allowing it to close.

"Of course my only way out is impossible to go through," I grumble as I go to return the key to its spot on the table. However, once I approach I notice a tiny wine bottle with a label that says "drink me".

"I don't think it's very smart to drink from strange bottles," I look around the hallway, it seems to have no end or no beginning. My options are to either traverse through and potentially be lost forever or drink this strange bottle.

"This is probably some weird dream that I'm having so it can't hurt to drink a strange liquid," removing the lid I take a sip. At first, I taste nothing, but then a latte? Then is that a mocha? Is that a macchiato or is it a latte again? They're all made the same just in different order of ingredients so how am I supposed to know.

"Why would coffee be inside a wine bottle?" I think out loud. As I try to guess which coffee I'm tasting I suddenly realize the bottle is getting larger and larger. I drop it when it becomes too big and heavy for me to carry.

"What the hell kind of dream am I having where wine bottles grow larger in size?" I turn around to grab the key once again but then I stop and look up, way up.

"Oh, the wine bottle didn't grow I just shrunk," I say flatly. "… Shit," I turn back towards the door and realize that I'm short enough to fit inside.

"Hey that works out I guess," I run and grip the doorknob but it won't budge and when I yank on the knob the screaming the other doors emitted starts up, I pull back, and the screaming stops.

"Of course it's locked," I pat my pockets and feel my apron pockets and then I realize I left the key on the table.

"Ughh, I really would like to wake up from this dream now," I let out a frustrated huff, fiddling with the end of my apron. "This really isn't how I wanted to spend the rest of my day," I bring my head into my hands and groan. When I bring my hands down I see something glint out of the corner of my eye. I approach the shiny object and I see a custard flan inside a glass box, labeled "eat me". How they got writing to stay on the flan is beyond me. I pick up the box and open it but then hesitate.

"The last time I consumed something I shrunk and now I'm stuck," I contemplate for a while. "Well, this is just a dream so… it can't hurt," Thankfully the glass box had a spoon on it, I start eating the flan, savoring its sweet flavor, not even thinking about my surroundings when suddenly my head bumps something. I look up and realize I'm getting closer and closer to the ceiling. I get on my knees as my height grows taller and taller.

"No, no no no!” I continue to grow until I have to crane my neck down even when on my knees. Finally, the growth seems to cease.

“This is most unfortunate,” I sigh.

“Can’t be late, can’t be late,” I hear a voice call. I look around and I see the man in the waistcoat. His nose stick poked into the book he was carrying earlier.

“Oh time, always passing, always making me late,” he mutters as he walks past, holding up a pair of glasses so he can look through them.

“Hey wait! U-uh you! You with the waistcoat!” The man jumps at the sound of my voice and whips around to look at me. He trails his eyes up until he meets mine.

“O-oh, dear!” He looks at me fearfully but doesn’t move from his spot.

“Excuse can you help me uh…” I trail off

“Oh uh,” he bows nervously “Felix Escellum, at your service, um… please don’t eat me, giant,” I can't help but chuckle at his statement.

“I’m not a giant!” I lean down to get closer, but Felix, as he calls himself, yelps in fear and takes off running.

“I must meet the Duke! Terribly sorry!” He shouts, his voice trails off as he disappears down the hall.

“Oops…” I let out a sigh. "He seemed nice, that bow was a little dramatic though." I lean to one side until I hear a crunch sound and a pain shoots through my palm. Wincing I lift my hand and realize I crushed the bottle I drank from earlier. The liquid spills all over the ground mixed slightly with blood dripping from my cut hand.

"Damn! How am I supposed to fit through the door now," I grab the corner of my apron and put pressure on my cut, groaning with frustration.

"I find a way out but then I leave the key on the table! Then I'm too big to go through and then I scare off the one person that might be able to help!" I feel my nerves begin to build up inside me. A painful lump forms in my throat, as I curl in on myself. I try to stretch out when my foot bumps something. When I open my eyes I see the book the man in- er Felix was holding earlier. It's practically the size of a doll's book when compared to my large size. There's also a very tiny pair of glasses with a chain. I turn them in my hands and look down the hallway but Felix is long gone at this point. Letting out a sigh I put them in the pocket of my apron and hope I see him again. I take in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm my nerves.

"There's no way any of this is real… I mean growing and shrinking? It sounds like a storybook," I think for a second and look at the cut on my hand which has stopped bleeding at this point. "There's no use in pinching myself awake if broken glass didn't do anything," I shuffle so I'm sitting more comfortably, my knees up to my chest and my arms wrapped around my legs.

"Well if this isn't a dream then how did I get here? I was at work, I had a long shift and they finally let me go… and um I walked out to my car and there was a sound," I rub my hands together remembering the cold sensation of the object I touched and how brightly it flashed. As I am remembering I notice a faint light emit from my chest. It feels warm and grows brighter and brighter despite my shock.

"Ah! What the hell?!" I pull on the neck of my sweater and look down at my chest. A bright light flashes and I flinch away shielding my eyes.

I sit for a second waiting for an inevitable to happen but nothing. I open my eyes and look down at my chest again, no light, no nothing. When I look around I realized I've shrunk again.

"Oh I guess that worked out, but the key…" I mumble. As I grumble about being pushed a step back I hear footsteps off to my left. I turn and I see a figure running towards me. I squint and see, a pink dress, white hair, and rabbit ears?

"Um, hello?" I call out, but they don’t seem to pay me any mind. As they approach I am able to get a better look at them.

"Hey wait, aren't you that cosplayer? Celena?!" I call out, but Celena still pays me no mind and runs past me.

"Wait! Where are you going!" I watch her run down the corridor, still, a little baffled by my situation.

A rumbling sound slowly builds up behind me, and when I turn I realize why she was running, a huge wave of water comes crashing down the hall, headed straight towards my direction. I turn to run but the water catches me by surprise and tumbles me underneath it. I finally gather my bearings and I swim to the surface taking a deep breath after being thoroughly tumbled like a load of laundry. I see a log floating on top of the water and I grab onto it to stay afloat. After catching my breath I look over and see Celena, peacefully swimming beside me.

"Hey, you!" I shout. Celena flinches but when she looks at me she relaxes, her expression inscrutable, however. "Ah, I'm sorry, you're Celena right?" she nods in response.

"Yes I am, how do you know me?"

"Oh uh, I really like your cosplays," I admit shyly.

"Thanks! I really like your costume too, what's your job class?" she asks. I look down at my now soaked outfit. I only put on a sweater and pants today, and my work apron over it.

"Umm… Barista?" I say. She smiles in response.

"You said you like my cosplays? Did you hear about the new Last Legacy game?" I feel a tinge of excitement well in me. Almost enough to forget I'm floating on a log in this seemingly endless hallway.

"Yea I did!" I laugh a little. "Hey don't you think Escell would look good in a chainmail bikini?" I ask. I look over at Celena but her expression darkens. Without taking another look at me she swims faster and over to a dirt shore off to the left.

"Hey wait!" I let out a groan, I'm tired of chasing people but that’s at least a way out. Abandoning my log, I follow Celena to the shore. The water nearly takes me under a couple of times but I eventually crawl my way up and out of the water. I turn around and see the hallway is gone, all I see is an endless horizon of water. When I turn back around Celena is nowhere to be found.

"Curious," I mumble to myself.

I run my hands across my apron and realize it's suddenly dry, thanking whatever miracle or magic kept me dry I follow a dirt path which seems like the only direction I can go.

Eventually, the path leads into a forest, with seemingly no other direction to go I head into it. The forest is dense and dark, but little bits of sunlight poke through the leaves on occasion. I play with the strings on my apron as I walk, hoping nothing comes out and attacks me. Continuing on, I hear mumbling. Heading towards the sound and I see none other than Felix, leaping out of a portal. Stumbling slightly he leans on a tree and looks at his hand. Flexing it, he glares at an angry-looking injury.

"Oh dear the Duke is most impatient, he's requesting my presence now," I hear him grumble to himself.

"Felix!" I call out, heading in his direction. Felix barely looks in my direction, his attention locked onto the welt on his hand that almost looks like an image rather than a scar or cut.

"Oh Rime there you are," he rummages through his pocket and pulls out a key. He places it in my hand and closes my fingers over it, causing me to blush slightly. "Could you please stop by my office and grab my relic and glasses? It seems I have left them,"

"O-Oh um... Yea, yea ok," I stutter out. Felix gives me a quick nod, he then opens a portal and then jumps through it. I stare for a second, my hands still clamped over the key.

"Who’s Rime?" I ask out loud. I look down at the key, twisting it in my hand. A sudden dread takes over me.

"More importantly where is his office… I'm in the middle of a forest," I let out a loud huff. I look around and only notice the same path I've been following.

"Well this has to lead somewhere," I try to be optimistic. Trudging down the path, I hope and pray I find someone who knows where I'm going, or at least where I am.

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prettywarriors · 3 years

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what are some of your favorite and least favorite magical girl raising project designs? and your thoughts on magical daisy just because she's my fav

Heck yes opinion time! But first what you asked for:

Magical Daisy Good. The yellows-browns-beige works really well with both the purple accents and the minty green hair. She has pleats distributed evenly through her design, and they work in tandem with both the ribbons and with the daisies through her outfit without it getting too busy. I like her detached sleeves with gloves, and I am a sucker for practical footwear on a MG (both for them and for possible cosplayers) I’m not Crazy about the. Pouch? Asymmetrical bustle? The thing off her waist on her right. But it balances with her off-center headdress and has the same small design on it so it get’s a pass. Her hair is simple, but I like it and I think it works for her A good design for an anime (if the MGRP anime had done really well, do you think we would have gotten an in-universe magical daisy episode?)

Other opinions under the cut

Haha only giving opinions on 3 girls? I’m reading Peaceful Days now so enjoy my speed thoughts on MGRP-Aces outfits.

But first Maruino deserves so much recognition because her use of cream and dark brown in place of white and black whenever possible, combined with her chibi style and general color pallet choices, is so good. I know I’ve talked about the LN look vs the anime looks here before, but some designs would just look not nearly as good if she didn’t know how to use colors as well as she does

MGRP:

Snow White- School uniform with an armband indicating she is someone who can help, but with flowers. It’s cute, it’s fairly simple compared to other mgrp outfits, I like the big flowers on the sides of her outfit over the ones hanging from the ribbons off her back. A solid look, but not a winner in my book

Ripple- This is going to come up with quite a few of these designs but I like basically everything but the body. I like the sleeves, the geta are great, love the one ponytail with big shuriken, scarf brings great contrast to the rest of the color scheme, bikini top with ribbons attaching it to a wrapped skirt? The skirt feels like this could have been a keikogi but the top is almost wholly unadorned and overall I wish this was a better look than it is

La Pucelle- Great idea, meh execution. Knight And Dragon? Love it! The navy blue for military feels with armor and goes well with the gold&cream&brown. Her horns are cute! I like the tail- it fits the character and isn’t too large or distracting. Once again I like the arms-neck-legs but the body is. a bikini with a drapery bit off the top and the tabard. The tabard is good! But why is she in her underwear? Give pants???

-And yes I know swimsuits cover just as much as underwear but this isn’t a swimsuit and it’s a lazy way to cover what needs to be cover and not even try to make that area of a design more interesting. This doesn’t apply just to LP or even MGRP I have seen comments on this before and unless the character’s outfit is an actual bathing suit, try harder.

Top Speed- A wife. A halloween wife. God I lover her personality and her outfit is definitely on the simple end of mgrp outfits but very fitting. The colors are great, love the hat and the tall boots, the cape stripes might be my least favorite bit? But I feel if it was solid it would be too bland so. And the end of her braids looks like a broom. I love her. Good design.

Ruler- I hate this. But why..... Is it the navy blue is a singular piece? I liked Ripple’s scarf for contrast but maybe this piece isn’t large enough? Her head things look like two crowns on the sides of her head and their weird and. Not awful? But not great. The cape looks chunky at the end? In a weird way? Or is it the drop waist on the top. I know I don’t like the butt fluff. I do like the shoes&leggings? pants? And her crown and hair stars. bad/10 for reasons I can not place

Swim Swim- Techno demon in the accessories, pure schoolgirl in swim class in the torso. The white suit+black devil wings is good as character contrast , and her....hip...discs? have demony tails which is good, but the big headphones and floating disc things work great with the shoes but not with the rest of the outfit? This is two outfits in one but not in a good way. Pick a lane.

Minael&Yunael- They might not be super-murders but boy that’s their only redeeming trait. I do not like them as fictional people. And outfitwise? Meh. I like the chat balloon halos, and the one wing look for the two of them works, and again the use of Navy rather than pure black is good, but the old fashioned dress with a bib is. boring. and not in a simple way just not interesting? Like I think if the stiped bib thing was removed it might look better? This also might be a secret hatred of mine as I think I have figured out from a later outfit. For now- boo

Tama- Are you spotted or brown&white? Her fluff bits and legs say spotted and her ears and tail and paws say brown and white and I wish we’d pick a lane? Also not crazy about the butt-length cape. I do like the bone clasp and the hood, and you have to have big ol paws for a dog girl. She’s. Fine. Just fine.

Nemurin- Her hair clouds say magical girl, the rest says generic cute sleepy anime girl. I like the socks, and her hair, but she’s not that interesting? Don’t get me wrong she’s cute but the bulk of her design is Big PJs. The candy clasp is nice as a sweet dreams thing? Sorry Endo

Calamity Mary- Titty fur. Boots with spurs and arms with fringe and mini cowboy hat are all good, and her skirt is. A little boring but fine. But the best part of her top is the sheriff badge. If we’re committed to evil=slutty=evil, you can still make a more appealing lewd top than a bikini over some fluff. Let sluts be sexy? Stay dead bitch.

Magicaloid 44- Elementary schoolgirl but robot. Bulky but in that smooth modern look. I’m a sucker for hair horns, even when they’re metal or plastic, and she just has a good silhouette. But her colors could be better? I will say her mn art has her skirt look like a skirt, and the anime said This Is A Solid Hunk Of Plastic/Metal and I think that works better. Swap her dark brown bits for a navy to go with her skirt and i think i’d be out of complaints

Sister Nana- There are multiple MG nuns. What’s up with that. Good use of sexy belts for theme consistency, but I with there was more red up top or her shoes were a different color. 9/10 for dirty nun

Weiss Winterprison- Girl I love you why is your outfit not good as a MG look or even really as an outfit. Your practical looking boots have heels, your colors are boring and messy, you have like. belts but not enough for them to look interesting? Gurl I love you do something with this bland mess.\

Cranberry- ‘I love this’ I say threw clenched teeth. I love green and flower motifs, and I like boleros and big sleeves. But I’m not that into this? I think it’s that her top looks like a nice shirt that’s a little long and then she. Just has leggings on and a big belt. I guess the buckle is like. A big thorn? And i’m into tunics with leggings but this doesn’t? do that in a way I like? The red-blue roses are a nice contrast to the green and creme but i just. I have no idea I want to be in love with this and it’s Middling for me. More elf ear’d MGs pls

Hardgore Alice- I love alice, I am a fan of edgy spins on stuff(sorry), so I’m a bit disappointed? And I think it’s just the colors? I love the checkered pockets and the striped stockings and bows and the headband and apron and bloomers and dress shape and even her eye bags (mood). I guess I just wish there was more of the off white-maybe for the full apron? or even the bloomers? I love you please re-color.

Restart:

Keek- This bitch might win it for worst look. I like her hair color, and giant sleeves, and the cd and rubix cube are nice touches for an outfit, but what outfit. A bikini top and slightly-larger-than-usual underwear style bottom with a big plate of metal? Are those supposed to be shorts??? Points for normal shoes but take off the coat and this is nothing. And the coat isn’t much to begin with. 0/10 might take home the gold

Clantail- I wish the apron part was gone? But the colors are good tho I do have a question about the horns- they’re cute but if she can change her lower body to other animals they won’t always fit very well? And her necklaceuhhh tattoo? is odd. But she’s fine

Pechika- Good colors, like the feathers, I wish the chef’s coat had a different fit but it’s good. Could go without the tail. Also has some almost military feeling elements like the hair cross and the? epaulets? This is a spats stan account

Rionetta- Great use of colors, patterns, ribbons, has a specific look that works great for the doll dress. Hell year ball joints and weird eyes. Wonderful. I hate it. No fucking clue why. Like with the angels maybe? I hate strips? Except I don’t. Maybe just in specific situations? Or I hate multiple patterns? Rio looks good. I just see her and go into a rage.

Nonako Miyokata- A very good look overall, just not super Magical Girl? Definitely magical miko but. The yin yang accessories feel a tad out of place- replace them with existing themes or add them in elsewhere

Magical Daisy- Still good

Nokko- This is just a maid. A cute maid with a weird choice of hair decor, but I think she got her outfit at the same shop as Milkit. *shrug*

@Meow-Meow- boy I hope I didn’t just at someone for real. I like her colors and tail, poofy detached sleeves are good, her top works with the open dress. I’m a fan of detailed edging on a piece, and it works with the pattern. I’d’ve liked to see more of the bells that are on her wrists? I guess she had a racist accent originally though which yikes.

Genopsyko Yumenoshima- A great sentai outfit, love the helmet ears and the tail. Not good as a magical girl outfit unless we fully dissolve the mg/sentai line. But the suit is great, slightly oversized gloves, and retro lasergun that doesn’t even work? Yesssss.

Detec Bell- Fwuffy. Great hat, love the dress, a good use of a cape, simple but very good. I feel a feel some of the ribbons could be changed up but a solid if simple design.

Lapis Lazuline (2)- Cute starry tiger princess? I guess I’m a fan of navy and brown because i’m into it here too. Good use of the silvery details on the sleeves and dress bottom, and the links both at the cape clasp and on the boots. Really nice.

Melville- Bootleg Cranberry in every way. I like her over-pants and sleeve-cape, but the weird bib-top under the bikini top is a bad shape? Hair roses good and leg thorns do get a thumbs up.

Cherna Mouse- If the turtle gets it’s own distinct look, why is Cherna just baby+ hamster? The hood is cute, and I dig the boots which work with the shoulder things, but said things don’t go with the toddler one piece+cape. She reminds me of Moetan and that is a bad thing.

Pfle- Ohhh this bitch. I may have been reading these books but I have no damn idea what she is up to and I hate it. Love her eyepatch tho. Super cute throne-wheelchair and it continues the bird motif. Her dress is nice but not that interesting? Seems more generic old timey fancy lady dress than Magical. Honestly I could go for some mixing up of the colors here? The dress and hair and throne all are a bit too similar. Maybe make the dress wine?

Shadow Gale- I like her look but I don’t feel it says nurse as much as it’s supposed to? Her aces profile honestly gives Rue vibes. It’s very monochromatic but I guess that works for her. Big fan of her skirt, kindof with it went all the way around. Solid design

Masked Wonder- Who? I refuse to play person5 because it’s been overhyped but isn’t this one of them? Not awful as a phantom thief outfit, but doesn’t say magical girl phantom thief at all. I do like the roses on the belt and. garters? Kindof wish we’d loose the color on the cape because it clashes more than anything with the rest of the look

Akane- I like her long hair flower. But her samurai-kimono look doesn’t feel blended well enough imo and the colors are too over the place while still being bland.

Lake of Fire Flame Flamey- Hell if I know how she looks I just love typing that name

Limited:

Weddin- Good colors, a bit too busy? The chains+roses+lace doesn’t feel well balanced. But the flame and ankle chain are balanced because Maruino is good at asymmetrical details

Captain Grace- A pirate magical girl? Is she legit the only one from any main stream series? Well she set the bar high. The captain coat is great, multiple small anchors, the hat, and her skirt(?) is very cute. I guess the sole of the boots stands out a bit? But very solid (wait is that a tail? or a butt hook? :/)

Funny Trick- If Las vegas was a magical girl. Colors and silhouette are good, I’m just not vibing with this. sorry girl

Kuru-kuru Hime- Yiss more ballet themed outfits. Good colors, love the shape of the giant back bow. I could go without the big ribbon coming off the headpiece? It’s nice

Postarie- Buttwings! I love her hair shape, just. Not a fan of the orange and green colors? She’s a delivery girl but feels more marching band. It’s a good design, just doesn’t feel fitting? Great just not for her

Rain Pow- Now this is a sci-fiy look while still saying magical girl. The tail is yet another weird thing, and I could go without the permeant ring behind her, but the shape of her outfit is very good, and love the silly heart hair. Wish the gloves were a different color? But this is up there

Tepsekemei- Genie outfits being problematic isn’t something I can speak to, but this is a solid genie look with additions to feel different, specifically the lotuses. It’s good, and I haven’t seen flying turtles since love hina so. Good for her.

Mana- You’re not a magical girl. Maybe I just hate bibs? The hat is great and snake leg is fun, I wish her collar was actually smaller to stand out more? It’s a fine mage look i guess

Hana Gekokujou- Great use of hair color as contrast to a committed color scheme. A cute traditional bunny look. Not personally my favorite but it is Good.

7753- Big Coat! Giant heart braids! Consistent heart theme! It’s bland compared to a lot of the other outfits, and I don’t think her flat heart uhh hair? pieces? like rain pow? work as well with her. But I think she works well for a member of the resources department. Wait is her hat backwards? Amazing

Archfiend Pam- I’m mostly a fan of this. The top is great, it’s carried through at one hip, she has the weird arm guy to keep her asymmetry going on. I just wish she’d commit to either fur Or pleats as trim? Both is a weird texture choice

Pythie Frederica- This bitch took a while for her proper appearance. I love the horns on the hood, and the stars throughout work well. I really don’t care for her skirtdress though? It’s too long and in ribbons and feels almost jellyfish-y? I feel it’s supposed to feel like she’s standing in fire but that doesn’t work pass a glance for me

Tot Pop- Love hot topic. Her spiky ribbon is my favorite bit, and I’m a fan of oversized sleeves. A great mall goth look, not amazing as a magical girl look tho. The head decor feels most on brand for the genre.

Punkin- What if the three musketeers were murderous and royalty. I love the hair feather and dig the ruff, the cape honestly feels like overkill? The boots are great and I dig the pants. Once again, why tails. I know mahou-furbies has reviewed a lot of these girls with the same comment and she’s right. Pick red or blue for this look though.

Sonia Bean- Kindof busy, in a garbage way. Like her outfit is made of fancy garbage to make an old timey doll. Which is fitting. Love the dress shape. Less into the weird dangly poofs.

Jokers:

Princess Inferno- The whole princess line works well together. Quake has the least Team outfit but I feel all four work well together? Inferno’s bikini is a smidge above other tops with the fire shapes, and I like her hair, but I think she’s my least favorite princess.

Princess Deluge- Swirls and scales throughout? Armor? Gold jewelry? My biggest issue is the chain to the weapon because this is a really nice outfit.

Princess Quake- Why does your tail start in the middle of the back? I like her leotard and eye theme, and her head piece adds nice shape. Good asymmetry. shame she’s into children The hair gem is a fun touch

Princess Tempest- The apples are a weird touch? Good for color but weird as a theme? I love the leaves- honestly I’m a huge fan of the vaguely toga-y look. Are the apples supposed to be an atlanta thing? Her skirt could be a bit better but Nice

Prism Cherry- Princess of our hearts. What a color scheme. Her oversized dangly accents work well here I feel, and I love the skirt and the leaf looking ribbon behind the neck. I could do without the arm fluff, but the top garter for the skirt is a nice touch

Marika Fukuroi- My wife is a bitch and I like her so much. A much more vibrant outfit than most of the mgrp girls, the black is edgy but in a fun loud way. I love her skirt and every damn crazy flower. Her top is my least favorite with the smaller flowers connecting her top to her bottom and the frills that honestly are out of place. Great eyes

Styler Mimi- A fancy outfit that fits her theme, with a nice silhouette and simple color scheme. Ruined by the giant back powder puffs. Yes she would be fairly simple without those but they’re so garish and awkward. Good hair

Stanczyka- I thought her middrif was another hunk of plaster like the mask and now that I see it’s just skin with some stars :/ The whole head thing is good, and the fur is consistent throughout even if I’m not a fan of it. The giant sleeves are. weird. I want to like them but. Her swirly tiddys are a nice touch. The brown hair on the tail doesn’t fit

Lady Proud- For someone who lived for a lot of pages I do not remember her. Her leotard works with the sleeves to feel like an old timey dress and the way the cape is being held up to look like bat wings is nice. The green layer in her hair is an odd choice. I do dig the hair clips with the horns

Umbrain- Froggy slicker. ...Sakura did it better, the yellow and purple&red is a meh color combo sorry. I do love the candy additions for the ame(rain) ame(candy) play, and her umbrella is great. But once again I am confronted by a bib. Also her slicker is actually two pieces? Bad colors, bad body, good theme

Filru- I like the colors and the corset, and in theory the chunky knitting is very cute but I feel it’s at odds with the boots and corset. Make the whole thing chunky knitting- it’d be cute. The head doily also could be more on theme imo

Uttakatta- again, what did you do? giant overalls are good in theory, but the slits and the. bubbles? clear donuts. are just ugly. Honestly her whole look is not good, and a bubble theme has so much potential for cool shit :(

Kafuria- good use of colors, I’m not personally into the shape of her kimono as a mg dress, but the wings and the veil+such are nice

Grim Heart- this bitch. God her dress is a great shape. I think i’m not fully into her spade tail ribbons, but otherwise love? The flamingo is Silly but again as an alice fan, i do not care (ask me about kagihime for 10000 words of rage!)

Shufflin- the tiny bib haunts me but the big double sides apron card piece is a nice way to do the simple and versatile Card look. The hair is cute and i like the suit as a big piece behind the head

Aces:

Armor Arlie- chunky suit of armor. but Cute. as an armor fan in MG designs, even I think this is A Bit Much, but it has enough going for it that i think it’s a fun look

Bluebell Candy- once again Maruino kills it with using navy very nicely. A military vibe with the epilates and double breasted uhh skirt decor. honestly shocked the hat is center, and mm good hair happenings. A very nice design. still not into the weird fluff tail stuff

Dark Cutie- Great hair decorations, love the lunar details, seems to be a leotard over leggings? It’s nice. It’s not crazy grabbing or stands out that much in silhouette, but i do like it

Micchan the Dictionary- tying your coat around your neck is not valid, motarboards are not good magical girl accessesories, i personally have an owl vendetta, the red in her shoes appears no where else, and the shape of her dress is just weird. plus that hair is. not good. Oh wow. I might rank her lower than keek. oh Wow

Glassianne- this is just that alcreamie pokemon. i wish the exposed strawberry went all the way down instead of there being more icing along the bottom. she has a consistent theme and nice colors, i’m not not digging it

Uluru- said dog. 7753 and tama’s child. she looks warm but not super magical. why is she dog themed?

Sorami Nakano- gamer aesth. I could do without the hair paws, but the jumper is super cute, love the eyes and the hair tones, general color scheme, bandaid is a cute touch. A solid look.

Premium Sachiko- good colors, i like the cut of the sleeves/boots/dress, but her art has her legs blend together and that’d just the art but weird. nice use of four leaf clovers and horseshoes throughout for her luck theme.

CG Angel Hammer- I like the flowers and the bones tail/wings. The halo thing is. odd, and it’s hard to get a great idea of her actual outfit. weird hair choice, tiny bottom but at least it has some frills. Needs more art

Patricia- acab. great colors tho and I like the shapes for the shoulders and wrist, and the light theme. The bright blue ribbons and earrings stand out well. This is actually a really solid design.

Puk Puck- i hate this baby angel there’s too much to look at. Your bondage leg is weird! cute chest piece. you can’t have cloud swirls and drills for hair damn it. your halo also has a veil? fuck you. 6/10.

Best Outfits: Princess Tempest and Grim Heart Worst Outfits: Keek and Micchan the Dictionary and Uttakatta

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rainandhotchocolate · 5 years

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Honeymoon

A/N I wrote this for @siriuslyjanhvi! it was a super cute request (and hella smutty) so was v fun to write :)))

“So are you excited?” Lily poured a large mug of tea, adding a spoonful of sugar and pushing it in front of Y/N.

“For what?”

Lily rolled her eyes but continued to pour two more mugs of black tea, pushing them over to Marlene and Remus in turn. Remus was smirking at Y/N as he picked up his mug, eyes twinkling.

“For your little getaway with Sirius.”

“It’s a business trip, you wankers,” Y/N huffed, hiding behind the steam that had begun clouding her glasses slightly.

“It’s a secret pre-wedding sex romp, don’t you go hiding details from me now,” Marlene retorted, gulping a large portion of her tea and wincing as it burnt the roof of her mouth.

“Honest to god, Sirius is ‘gathering intel’, whatever that means,” Y/N could help but feel a little frustrated as she spoke the words out loud. She knew what being engaged to an Auror meant, and what it would mean for Sirius if he was idiotic enough to casually let her know what he was up to on a day to day basis, but she hated being so separate from this part of his life nonetheless.

“I don’t know why they hired James, he can’t seem to keep a secret to save his life.”

“That you know of,” Marlene winked at Lily who gave her a glare in return, “And you’ve also distracted us from you again, Y/N! Or are you just hoping to find out how Lily extracts information from James,”

“I really do not need a play-by-play of Lily’s sexual exploits,” Y/N chuckled, and turned upon hearing voices in the living room.

“I really would love to hear that actually,” James pushed open the door to the kitchen, Sirius following him closely, both of them covered in flecks of snow.

“Who forgot to invite us?” Sirius pouted over exaggeratedly at the little group assembled before them.

“You’re perpetually uninvited actually,” Marlene said, moving over to give Sirius room to join them, “ever since you told me Frank Longbottom was into me as a joke,”

“Oh come on, it was for the greater good! Alice picked him up quick smart,” But Sirius was still grinning mischievously at her as he placed his arms around Y/N’s shoulders and leaned over her.

“I was subtly letting him down for weeks! He thought I was insane.”

“Well there was more fun in that,” Sirius winked at her and leaned down to kiss Y/N softly on the forehead, “Hello.”

Y/N couldn’t help but feel her lips curl into a smile even though she could feel her eyes rolling simultaneously.

“Ahh the honeymoon phase,” James said wisely, pulling a chair out next to Lily and putting an arm around her shoulder.

“How quickly that fades,” Lily hummed, her face pulled into a melancholy smile.

“We barely speak to each other anymore.”

“Can hardly be in the same room.”

“Shut up you two, the amount of times I catch you snogging is unnerving,” Marlene groaned at the two of them and cracked out her back, “anyway shouldn’t the two of you be leaving?”

“Yes, you packed?” Sirius asked Y/N who nodded, standing up to say goodbye.

“Enjoy the sex!” James called out, receiving a blow to the head from Lily.

“We will after the wedding!” Sirius replied with the finger, waving goodbye at the rest of them.

“Don’t know how they are waiting till their honeymoon to have sex again,” Y/N could hear Remus chuckled behind them as they left the kitchen.

“We have better patience than the four of you put together,” Y/N called back, letting Sirius pull her toward the fireplace and grab a handful of Floo powder.

“Ready to go?” He murmured, quieter now that they were away from their friends. Y/N smiled up at his dark grey eyes, a piece of hair falling in front of them and curling around his cheek. She went up on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss to his cheek.

“Always am, love.”

They arrived in a hotel lobby that was covered in brightly coloured plants and tiles so white Y/N felt like she had to squint slightly as they walked over to the check-in desk.

“We’ll be out of here soon,” Sirius murmured as they walked across the tiles, noticing Y/N’s discomfort, “It’s the Nordic wizard-style that’s currently popular, floors like ice.”

“Ahh Mr Black, I have your key right here,” The front desk clerk didn’t wait for them to speak, pulling out a little keycard and handing it over to him, “And are you wanting another for your fiancé?”

“Yes, thank you,” Sirius’ voice had hardened slightly, posture was straighter as he nodded his head in thanks and led them up towards the elevators.

“Am I seeing the notorious ‘work’ Sirius for the first time?” Y/N grinned up at him as the elevator doors opened and they walked inside.

“I think it’s remnants from the Black family training,” Sirius barked out a laugh, pressing the number on the elevator. Y/N felt it jerk to life, her stomach dropping as they were lifted quickly into the air. She hadn’t ever quite gotten used to the elevator, internally wishing they could have just apparated into their room, but unfortunately security protocols in hotels meant that apparating was not allowed in case anyone happened to apparate into the ‘wrong’ room.

He brought her along the deep blue hallways and towards the room right on the end.

“This is a ministry room, I had to get real flirty with some secretaries to let them allow me to add you to the Fidelus charm,” He winked and Y/N hit him lightly on the shoulder, “Don’t worry, I mentioned my wedding date as I left them.”

“The things you can flirt out of people will never cease to amaze me,” Y/N snorted, watching the wall closely as it began to move sideways, a white doorway squeezing its way out of the wall and into existence in front of them.

“Well I’ve already got you, so I doubt I’m going to need to go hard on the flirting much anymore” he teased, pushing open the door to reveal the quaint little room set up inside.

“Excuse you, mister Black, you could lose me at any time.”

“Is that so.”

“Mmmhmmm, I could get a better offer if I could really be bothered to,” Y/N watched him closely, a smile curling on her lips as she continued to tease him.

“Well I guess I’m going to have to make sure you can’t do any better,” Sirius’ eyes flashed and he walked closer to her until her back hit the wall and she was staring up at him once more. He held her wrists softly and brought them up over her head so that she could see his bicep bulge slightly through his shirt. Then, Sirius leaned in and kissed her deeply, pushing his chest up against hers so that she could feel his heart pounding.

He pulled away, smiling at her slightly breathless expression.

“Can I stay?”

“For now,” Y/N breathed out, taking the moment to look around her. The room reminded her a little of Grimmauld place, the old musty furniture and grand paintings hanging up across the walls. However part of the room had obviously been modified, the bedroom sheets looked brand new and were a dark blue, a stark difference to the light brown bed frame.

“You’ve been here before?”

“A few times,” Sirius nodded, bringing their bags into the bedroom and flicking his wand so their clothes made their way into the closet and drawers, “couldn’t stand the smell at first but you get used to it.”

“Do you have to spend a lot of time in here?” Y/N traced her finger across the large armchair that sat in front of her, turning to face Sirius in the bedroom.

“Not too much, the guest I’m looking for tends to spend a lot of time in the bar. But spending time up here won't’ be so bad this time around.”

“Ahh is that so?”

“Mmmhmm, I actually, have a girl coming over,” He walked back over to her, pulling her waist towards him.

“I better clear off then,” Y/N pretended to look a little glum.

“How bout a quickie? She won’t be here for another few minutes,” Sirius waggled his eyebrows at her and Y/N pushed him away.

“Only one more week, Sirius, you know it’s going to be so much better if we wait just a little bit.”

“I know, but it would be almost better if we just had never had sex, I wouldn’t have any pictures in my head of your beautiful body grinding on top of me,” Sirius sighed, still grinning at her, “Come on, let's get dressed for dinner, having a date is always a good cover.”

Y/N flicked through her clothes, picking out a particularly tight-fitting dress from the closet and heading towards the bathroom to pull it on.

“You do know I’ve seen it all by now,” Sirius snorted at her hiding in the bathroom to change.

“I want it to be a surprise for once.”

“You always surprise me.”

“You’re a sap.”

“Only for you, my darling.”

Y/N slipped on the deep red dress, arching her back to zip it up and fixing it in the mirror. She tied up her heels and took a second to look at herself.

Sirius was fixing his tie in the mirror against the wall and saw her walk in from behind him, swivelling quickly around on his heel.

“Hey, love, I’m going to have to go down now, I need to make contact. I’ll meet you downstairs at the bar,” Sirius called out from the bedroom, his voice already fading as he clearly was edging towards the door as he spoke.

“No worries,” Y/N called back, letting out a soft sigh. She’ll have to surprise him downstairs instead. Y/N played with her hair in the mirror, unsure if she should bother with doing anything else with it. In a split second, she picked up her wand and gave it a flick, watching her hair fall down in front of her in loose curls.

She knew she shouldn’t be thinking this way, but there was a little part of her that wanted to see if she could break him. See if she could push him far enough to get him to push her up against a wall and take her. Make him lose a little bit of that control he’d put in place when the war had begun to rage and suddenly, they were full of responsibilities.

Y/N took her time wandering through the room and then downstairs towards the lobby where there was a small passage leading to the bar and restaurant. She felt eyes watch her as she straightened her back and ignored them, searching for a man in a navy suit and curly black hair.

Sirius was sitting in the corner of the restaurant, deep in conversation with another man with brown quaffed hair and a pinstriped set of dress robes. Y/N caught his eye as she walked in, revelling in the way he bit his lip slightly before turning back towards the conversation he was having, trying to pay attention to the other Auror in front of him.

Y/N moved to the bar instead, sitting on a stool and crossing her legs so that the small slit on the side of her dress would fall and show her thigh towards Sirius’ direction.

“A drink, Miss?”

“Aviation, thanks,” Y/N smiled at the bartender and he nodded, beginning to make her cocktail as another man sat down beside her. She could sense him glancing at her, clearly sitting close to her to grab her attention. When she continued to ignore him he spoke instead.

“Excuse me, but I was wondering if I could grab you a drink?”

“I’ve actually just ordered,” Y/N smiled placidly at him, nodding at the bartender, “But thank you for the offer.”

She sat her hand underneath her chin, flashing the jade encrusted engagement ring Sirius had given her 8 months previous.

“Ahh of course I hit on the engaged one at the bar,” The man chuckled, putting his hands in his head, Y/N finally turning to face him properly so she could give him what she hoped looked like an apologetic smile.

“Yes, you don’t seem to have a great radar,” She laughed softly and he lifted his head.

“I’m Rick, by the way,” He smiled at her, waving down the bartender who had placed Y/N’s drink and shuffled off towards the back of the bar, “A scotch neat, thanks.”

“Y/N.”

“So where is this very lucky man who took away my chances at such a pretty lady,”

“I don’t know if lady is the most flattering term,” Y/N snorted, taking a sip from her cocktail, “But he’s over in the restaurant meeting a business partner.”

“Ahh of course, a successful man, I bet he’s stupidly good looking too?”

“Of course!” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at his sigh, “So no luck with the ladies so far then?”

“No, I don’t seem to be good at finding people who are single, or remotely interested in me.”

“That is quite a conundrum,” Y/N watched him put a hand through his hair, shaking his head.

“What are you two doing here? A weekend away?”

“Something like that,” Y/N smiled a little, but it must have given something away because he raised an eyebrow and said,

“A business trip huh?”

“Potentially.”

“Yes, my last girlfriend wasn’t particularly fond of my regular business trips, was something I actually regret quite a bit, putting work above her,” He nodded a little sagely, before forcing back a smile, “Sorry, that was a bit morbid.”

“Don’t worry,” Y/N laughed, “It’s not quite like that for my partner, I understand the reasons he’s so busy, I just wish I could steal more of his time.”

“A worthy wish!” Ric took a large gulp of the scotch and winced, “I have to admit I thought this order would make me look cooler than I think it actually is.”

“Yes, I think you might be lucky I am taken at this point.”

Ric faked pulling a dagger out of his heart, groaning.

“I’m not making you desperately wish you were single? And here I was thinking it was just my intimidatingly good looks that were keeping all the women at bay.”

Y/N kept Sirius in the corner of her eye, wondering if he was watching the two of them talking. She thought she saw a dark mood flash across Sirius’ features but he was so far away it was hard to tell.

Ric and Y/N continued to chat for the best part of the next half an hour, slowly draining two different cocktails in the process of waiting for Sirius to be done with his meeting. Eventually, Y/N saw Ric’s eyes look up and she turned to see Sirius walking towards them, an odd expression across his features.

“Well now that’s not fair,” Sirius eyed the dress up and down, his eyes twinkling, “You can’t go around looking that hot, everyone’s going to be giving me the dirty eye wondering what you’re doing with me.”

Y/N still felt her heart jump slightly when he looked at her like that, like he was seeing her for the first time all over again.

“Well, I think this might be my cue to leave, it was lovely meeting you Y/N, and I hope you are taking good care of this one, she’s lovely,” Rick winked at Sirius and nodded at Y/N before moving down the bar.

“Glad you found someone to keep you entertained whilst I was occupied.”

“Well you heard him, I am lovely company,” Y/N chuckled at Sirius’ expression and poked him lightly in the side, “Come on, you’re not jealous are you?”

“I wouldn’t say jealous perse” Sirius was watching her curiously, eyeing her neckline, “Why don’t we get room service.”

“Sounds good,” Y/N raised an eyebrow but said nothing as Sirius held out a hand for her to grab and he led her out of the room and down towards the lobby. He held her close to his side as they reached the elevators, entering one, Sirius pressing the close door button almost immediately.

And then he was pushing her up against the cold walls of the elevator, one hand in her hair and the other trailing the slit of her dress up towards her thigh. His lips pressed almost desperately against hers as if he wanted to taste every part of her, and he was never going to be able to do it again. Y/N pulled him closer to her, wrapping her arms around his back and tracing the muscles tensed along with his spine and shoulder blades.

Sirius’ fingers hoisted the edge of her dress up slightly so he could slip his hand along her inner thigh, smiling into their kiss as he felt her gasp slightly at his touch. Soon he was pressing his thumb lightly along her panties and moving in little circles as Y/N felt her breathing hitch further and the desire to moan into his mouth increased. He pulled away from her mouth and moved around to place light kisses along her neck and up towards her ear.

“You’re such a tease,” He whispered into her ear, making her grin between the soft moans that were now escaping her mouth.

“Couldn’t handle me with another guy huh?”

Sirius growled lightly, biting her ear and pulling down softly.

“Walking in there looking like you did, I wanted to rip the clothes off you right there and then.”

“So why don’t you?” Y/N replied softly, not meeting his eye. She knew it would be breaking the one thing they said they would do, hold off for just two weeks, but she could also feel herself begin to get wetter as he pressed his expert fingers up against her clitoris and wanted nothing more than for him to push himself inside of her.

The elevator dinged suddenly, and they pulled apart, the doors opening to reveal their floor. Sirius grabbed Y/N’s hand and led her quickly down the hallway and towards their room, barely opening the door before he cupped her cheeks and kissed her again, pushing her into the room with his lips still on hers, kicking the door closed with his foot.

He pulled her across the room, hands still on her face, Y/N gripping tightly onto his waist as she followed him into the bedroom and up against the pale white wall next to the bed. Sirius slid one hand down her shoulders, tracing the line of her clavicle and making Y/N shiver before leading further down and tracing the outline of her breasts, grinning into her mouth when he realised that she was braless.

“You’re just making it too easy for me,” He growled into her ear, kissing down her neck as he massaged her breasts roughly, Y/N pushing her head back into the wall and taking in a deep breath. She felt her heart pounding stronger with every touch across her body, the feeling of anticipation building as his hand moved down her waist, inching closer and closer towards her thighs.

“Perhaps I went a little overboard with the teasing,” Y/N gasped a little, grinning at him and he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t worry I’m sure I was very close to jumping you in the shower,” He chuckled a little, biting his lip as he watched her squirm with his fingers’ movements. Sirius’ reached the slit along with Y/N’s dress and pushed it up, slipping his fingers underneath her underwear and pulling them down quickly, letting her flick them off quickly with her feet.

Y/N pulled Sirius closer with his belt, undoing it with quick movements and unbuttoning his suit pants, pulling them down to reveal his large, pulsing penis. Sirius reached down and felt along his shaft, smiling at Y/N as she watched him, feeling wetter as he touched himself, flicking a thumb across the head.

Then, as if he couldn’t bear being this far apart from her again he pushed his chest against Y/N’s, and hitched her dress up over her hips and hoisting her legs around his waist so that he could push the head of his cock into her vagina.

Y/N gasped, gripping his sides so tightly she was surprised Sirius didn’t push her off but it seemed to egg him on instead, moving completely inside of her so she would moan even louder.

“Fuck me, Sirius, please,” Y/N begged, desperate to feel him move. He didn’t need telling twice, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head and using it as leverage to move in and out of her. Y/N felt her head banging against the wall, loving the roughness of his voice as he penetrated her, his eyes looking wild as he moaned her name into her ear.

Y/N gripped one hand around Sirius’ neck and reached another one down so that she could press a finger onto her clitoris.

“Fuck I love it when you do that,” Sirius breathed, grinning at her, pushing harder inside her with every motion. Y/N smiled back at him, gasping as she felt the combined touch of her clitoris and the feeling of Sirius’ penis pushing into her vagina starting to build, get stronger and stronger.

“I’m so close Sirius, fuck, fuck me,” Y/N hit her head back against the wall, moving her hips harder in time with his own, wanting to climax with his body pressed up against him, still half-clothed.

“Yes, come for me, Y/N,” He gripped the back of her head roughly, pulling her into a kiss, loving hearing her moans on his tongue as he flicked it through her lips. Y/N’s orgasm built in her stomach and she felt herself begin to shake as she felt closer and closer until she felt it completely overwhelm every part of her.

“Sirius,” She sighed, little bursts of her orgasm still jolting through her with every thrust of his penis into her.

“Y/N,” Sirius snarled in response, speeding up his thrusts until Y/N felt him relax, his arms gripping onto her tightly as he came inside her, pulling her head back slightly with his fingers still holding onto strands of his hair.

Sirius pulled out of her, lowering her slowly, and shakily, down to the ground, both of them panting loudly, the smell of sex and sweat hanging in the air around them.

“I’ve never felt so happy to break a promise,” Sirius put his forehead against Y/N, laughing softly.

“I can definitely forgive you.”

“Oh yeah? Cause if you don’t, I know something that might make it up to you.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile a little giddily at him reaching around and pulling down the zipper that kept up her dress.

“I think you can make it up to me by ordering some room service and soaking with me in the bath,” Y/N slowly undid the rest of his buttons that they didn’t manage to undo, Sirius stepping out of his pants.

“I think that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard you say,” Sirius declared, holding out a hand for her to take and bring her into the bathroom, “Can’t wait till our actual honeymoon.”

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alice-beaumont-ravenclaw · 4 years

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From Paris, with Love

A/N #1: Part 7 of my Celestial Ball series is here! In this fic, we meet Alice’s french grandmother and learn a bit more about her family... Anyway, here are the other parts of the series: You’ve Got a Friend in Me | Distraction | Something There | One Step Closer | Fashion Emergency | Get Your Head in the Game | Der Walzer von Alice | Of Quidditch and Ballgowns (there’s a sketch of the dress at the end of that fic)

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The Celestial Ball was fast approaching and Alice had yet to see her gown. Andre had taken her measurements a few days after they had selected the style, and she knew he was working on it, based on the plasters that were appearing on his fingers as the days went by. She also knew he had already made Charlie’s dress robes, as Charlie’s excitement was apparent during one of their dance rehearsals.

“You’ll see it on the day of the ball, but I’ll give you a hint so you can imagine how amazing it is: Dragons!” he had said as they waltzed with the other prefects.

Alice was pretty sure he was more excited about the dragon part of his robes than the robes themselves. Lost in those thoughts as she watched the first snow falling from a window in the common room, she didn’t hear Andre barging in and coming towards her.

“Alice!” he exclaimed, standing right next to her.

“What?!” she said, turning her head towards him, her eyes wide in shock.

“Your dress is ready!”

“Really? Can I see it?” asked Alice, excited.

“Well, of course. We need to choose your accessories!” said Andre as he dragged her out of the common room.

“Accessories? I don’t think I brought many with me… Unless you put some in my trunk without my knowledge…” replied Alice, looking at her friend suspiciously.

“No, of course, I didn’t. I didn’t know there was going to be a ball. No… I invited someone over to help us with that,” replied Andre, looking away.

“Invited someone here? At Hogwarts? Was Dumbledore okay with that?”

“Well, seems like they know each other, so yeah, he was fine with it,” he replied as they stopped in front of a door.

“Who the hell does Dumbledore know that could help with accessories?” asked Alice as she opened the door. The person she saw inside the room made her stop dead in her tracks.

That person was a tall and slender elderly woman with regal beauty. Her white hair was in a French twist, and she was wearing a navy Chanel skirt suit. When her piercing blue eyes met Alice’s green ones, a small smile appeared on her lips.

“Alice, ma chérie!” she said as she approached Alice before giving her two kisses on each cheek.

“Grand-maman?” said Alice, too startled to reciprocate the bise as she stared at Andre.

“Yeah, well, I wrote to your mother regarding pieces of jewelry to go with the dress, but the letter I got back was from your French grandmother…” started explaining Andre while fidgeting with his hands. “She told me she would come to Hogwarts with a selection of jewelry we could choose from.”

“Albus was so nice to let me come! He hasn’t changed at all! I will go have tea with him while you two choose what you need! But before I go, Alice, j’ai quelquechose pour toi,” said her grandmother as she opened up a little box. Inside was a tiara adorned with stars and celestial waves. Strings were attached to it to fasten it to the wearer’s head.

“Une tiare?” said Alice, slightly frowning.

“Oui, bon, ça peut l’être, but you can wear as a headband or at ze back of your head. I asked my… hum… how do you say ‘joaillier’… Jeweller! Yes, well, I asked him to make something versatile zat could be worn in different ways because my granddaughter does not like wearing classic tiaras.”

“Wait! You had this made especially for the occasion? It’s too much, I can’t…” started saying Alice before being interrupted by Andre.

“It will look amazing with the dress!” he exclaimed.

“Andre…” muttered Alice, trying to get him to calm down, in vain.

“I know! When I saw the sketches you had sent my daughter-in-law, I knew my favourite jeweller would be able to create something wonderful!”

“Sketches?” asked Alice, looking at Andre with a raised eyebrow. “Plural?”

“Yes, I also sent a sketch of the shoes I made,” explained Andre.

“Shoes? You made shoes?”

“Didn’t I tell you? Guess I forgot. Anyway, thank you so much Mrs. Beaumont!”

“Please, it was no problem at all! Now, I will leave you to it while I go see Albus,” she said, waving as she left the room.

“I can’t believe she knows Dumbledore… Then again, I shouldn’t be surprised,” said Alice as she stared at the now-closed doors.

“How come?” asked Andre as he started opening the jewelry cases.

“Well, Dumbledore knows a lot of people, and so does my grandmother,” said Alice turning toward the jewelry.

“Oh, Merlin!” exclaimed Andre as he looked, wide-eyed, upon all the glittering pieces of jewelry laid out in front of him.

“Honestly, that’s just showing off,” grumbled Alice as she looked on, rolling her eyes.

“I’m sure she just wants you to have as much to choose from,” said Andre, who was already covered in jewelry.

“Maybe, but she likes to remind people of who she is,” said Alice as she took a pair of very small crescent moon stud earrings covered with white pavé diamonds and set it aside.

“She likes people to know she’s a Beaumont?” asked Andre, admiring the rings on his fingers.

“Not exactly… The Beaumonts are a very reputable family in France, but…” she started saying, before pursing her lips. “Anyway,” she interrupted herself, “you haven’t shown me my dress or my shoes yet. How am I supposed to make a decision if I don’t see what I’m going to wear?”

“Oh! You’re right!” Andre said, getting up from the table he was sitting up. Pushing a screen to the side, he revealed the dress and the shoes.

“Oh, Andre! It’s simply gorgeous!” said Alice as she looked at the dress and shoes.

The sleeveless dress was covered in sparkles, except for the black shoulder straps. From the waist, it was a dark blue, and the blue got lighter as it got closer to the edge of the dress. From the waist up, the material was very thin, making the blue of it appear very light against the nude lining of the bodice. There was a little bit of tulle under the skirt to give it some volume, but not too much. The shoes were high-heeled sandals with butterfly wings at the back. They were in sparkling silver and navy blue, with a cross ankle strap and glittering stars.

“So… You like it?” asked Andre as Alice touched the skirt of her dress.

“Like it? I love it! It goes with the theme, but not in an ostentatious manner!” replied Alice.

“I’m so glad you like it,” said Andre, smiling. “Now, let’s go back to the jewelry and you can tell me everything about your grandmother.”

“Ugh… Do I have to?” asked Alice, making her way back to the jewelry case.

“Well, I’m intrigued. Such a stylish and regal woman, and it doesn’t have to do with the Beaumonts, but, I’m guessing, her side of the family,” said Andre, taking out a diamond bangle with moons and stars, and putting it with the earrings Alice had put aside.

Alice let out a sigh. “Fine… Before being Aurore Beaumont, she was born Aurore Valois, from the Capetian dynasty.”

“Is that supposed to ring a bell?” asked Andre, raising an eyebrow.

“Outside of France, probably not. In France, the Capetian dynasty is also known as the House of France. Starting with Hugues Capet, a King of France in the 10th century. All the Kings of France after that were his descendants. All the way down to Louis-Phillipe 1er. Technically, the Valois branch was considered extinct in 1589 and was succeeded by the Bourbons. But that’s on the Muggle side of the family. On the wizard branch, the Valois kept going. The first wizard of that line may not be entirely legitimate, but that didn’t seem to matter at the time. So they managed to maintain a certain level of influence in the wizarding world as well as in the Muggle world. In the Muggle world, they are seen as just vaguely being related to the House of France, but even that is enough to impress. France may be a Republic, but they do treat descendants of French noble families with deference,” explained Alice, looking at a necklace paved with diamonds in white gold. “Boucheron, of course,” she mumbled as she looked at the clasp, putting it with the earrings and the bracelet.

“Wow… That’s… detailed,” said Andre, staring at his friend.

“Yes, well, I have heard the story many times, and believe me, that was a summary. All this to say, my grandmother can be a bit of a showoff. She won’t say it, because it is just vulgar to do so, but she will make people feel how important she is.”

“Is that why you never told us? Because it’s vulgar?” asked Andre, smirking.

“What? Of course not. By now, you should know it’s not something I care about,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Honestly, I kinda regret muttering about my grandmother. If I hadn’t said anything, you wouldn’t have asked anything, and you would be none the wiser.”

“Oh, even without your mumbling, I would’ve asked questions. Like, why is she wearing Muggle clothes? Why didn’t you tell me you had such a stylish grandma? Can I come with you next time you visit your French family?”

“Yeah… Figures. She wears Muggle clothes because she likes them. She personally knew Coco Chanel and Christian Dior. I didn’t tell you because, why would I? And I guess you can come with me next time I go to France, though I don’t see why,” answered Alice, smirking as she rolled her eyes. Andre could be so predictable sometimes, hence why seeing her grandmother had shocked her. She knew that Andre would be curious about her, would want to know more about her. It was better if he asked his questions in an empty classroom than in a room full of other people that might ask questions themselves. “Now that I’ve answered your questions, you have to promise me to not breathe a word about it. It’s bad enough that people stare at me because I’m the ‘Curse-Breaker,’ let’s not add ‘French Royalty’ to the mix. I definitely don’t want Charlie to act even more strangely around me.”

Andre stopped what he was doing and stared at her. Was she on the verge of realizing her feelings for Charlie Weasley?

“I mean, ever since he saw my house in London, he’s been acting strange, as if the fact my family is well-off disturbed him. I’m pretty sure that if he hadn’t seen my house, he would have asked me to the ball way sooner. We are friends and prefects, after all, so it was the logical thing to do, but took him so long to ask me, I was on the verge of doing it myself!” exclaimed Alice.

“So… You would have asked him to the ball if he hadn’t? You wouldn’t have asked someone else, like, say… Barnaby?” asked Andre, doing his best to hide his smile.

“Barnaby? Well, if Charlie had asked someone else, then I would have asked Barnaby, but he’s not a prefect, he doesn’t NEED someone to dance with. Charlie and I were in the same predicament, so it just made sense to go together.”

“Yeah, but if none of you were prefects, who would you have asked to the ball?” probed Andre.

“No one. I would just have gone to the ball with all my friends,” said Alice as she started to close the jewelry cases.

“Ugh… You are hopeless,” muttered Andre.

“What did you say?” asked Alice, closing the last jewelry case.

“Nothing, nothing…” replied Andre just as Alice’s grandmother entered the room.

“So, you have found everyzing zat you needed?” she asked, looking at the closed cases.

“Yes, thank you. Very nice of you to come all this way,” said Alice with a stiff smile plastered on her face.

“As I said, it was no problem at all. Gave me a chance to catch up with Albus. He told me very interesting zings about you,” her grandmother replied. With a flick of her wand, all the cases floated towards her open purse and got inside it.

“I can imagine…” grumbled Alice.

“I was also very happy to see you,” she said, kissing her granddaughter’s forehead. “You haven’t visited Paris nor Sarrians in a while. You should come next summer.”

“Sure…” replied Alice.

“Andre, it was a pleasure meeting you,” said Aurore, turning to the other Ravenclaw. “I’m sure you will be a great fashion designer one day.”

“Oh! Thanks, but I actually want to be a Quidditch player,” replied Andre proudly.

“Really?” replied the elderly lady as she looked back at the dress. “Quel gaspillage… Oh, well, I hope you enjoy the ball. Au revoir!”

After she had left, Alice started placing the jewelry they had chosen in a little velvet pouch until Andre suddenly realized something. “We forgot to choose a ring!”

“I have one,” said Alice, unperturbed as she tightened the strings of the little pouch.

“You picked one? I didn’t see it,” pointed out Andre, rubbing his chin.

“Already had it. A white gold eternity ring with blue coloured stones. Parents gave it to me after I was sorted into Ravenclaw,” explained Alice as they left the room.

“Are you sure it’s going to work with everything else?” asked Andre.

“It will,” replied Alice as they stood at the entrance of the Great Hall and could see their friends eating and happily chatting. “Now, remember what I told you. Not a word about my grandmother or her background to anyone, or your chance of ever coming to Paris with me will be null.”

“An empty threat. You didn’t look like you wanted to go visit your grandparents in France,” pointed out Andre.

“Well, maybe I’ll change my mind, especially if I know it’s something I can hold over your head,” said Alice, a sly smile appearing on her face as she made her way toward her friends.

“There are days when I think she should be in Slytherin…” mumbled Andre to himself before following her inside.

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A/N #2: Hope you enjoyed. I was loosely inspired by the 2018 HPHM Fictober prompt “First Snow” (loosely as in “the story does not revolve around it, but that prompt led me to write this fic”). So the main fic of the series is approaching... Which means I’ll have to write a ball scene with dancing and everything. If anyone has tips on how to write a ball scene, let me know. (I may have looked at the various ball scenes in War & Peace...)

#hphm fanfic #hogwarts mystery fanfic #hphm mc #hogwarts mystery oc #jacob’s sibling #alice beaumont #andre egwu #aurore beaumont #charlie weasley x alice beaumont #hphm fictober #hphm #hogwarts mystery

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4x05 Chapter Sixty-Two: Witness for the Prosecution

Be forewarned: Sweater discourse.

(I merely include this moment because Betty is technically in the frame.)

But contemporary Betty begins the episode in a pink-and-white knit top with short sleeves. She’ll end the ep in a pink-and-white knit with short sleeves, too, but standby.

Betty wore this knit top to help Jughead torch the trailer-turned-Fizzle-Rocks-lab. We get a better glimpse this time around (glad to know it survived all that soot and ash and car sex.)

Love the little two button-detail on the rear-sleeves.

Ten Little Boy Scouts.

Well! I guess you gotta dress the part.

Off the top of my head, I can’t recall another instance of Betty in this very true-blue shade. It’s more of an Archie color. But the FBI has a brand, so.

(It’s delicate. But potent.)

We get such extreme and vivid close-ups during Betty’s serial-killer-savant moment that I felt compelled to include them. Love the eyeshadow.

She pairs the Junior FBI polo with a dark skirt (possibly high-waisted shorts, but I’m leaning skirt.)

The Legend of the River Witch. (In red.)

(Bret wears black crew socks, he’s the worst.)

Purple and green! Betty’s all over the range in this episode, fittingly. The ribbing and the scalloping of the pink collar are all motifs we’ve seen before. It reminds me of the scalloped and ribbed top she wore in 219.

Purple pants though, that’s new!

This is the first we’ve seen the bag, but it is a cousin of sorts to the one that appeared during the Stonewall tour in 402.

The existence of a Dr. Patel in the Riverdale universe leads us to conclude, logically, that somewhere out there in the greater Maple State there exists a Raj Patel. (But when was Riverdale ever logical?)

Betty’s the only girl in this Junior FBI Program (so Kevin’s odds of finding a gay guy here are decent-ish?), but she seems to be the only one with a kid size polo.

Girl zooms right outta there in her white tennies.

I love old yearbooks. I cannot tell if he is épée or foil, fencing squad pls come thru (I actually think it might be inconclusive given so much of the diff is in the weight of the weapon, no?)

FPJ I could get it. LOOK at that James Dean curl. That Jones fam furrowed brow. The out-from-under gaze.

(Also, these names.)

Betty’s subconscious! We haven’t really been here since 209? Lots of visual 209 connections in this episode... Betty spent 209 trying to hunt down and stop the Black Hood, and when she and Archie seemingly finally did...she felt like it wasn’t the end of the story (and she was right.)

Anyway—short overalls are a Betty classic at this point, and she’s paired them with a pink t-shirt and her pink low-tops.

405.

209.

I’m not going to engage with the fact that she’s wearing a bra/lette to bed (this is such a network TV thing)—but these two shirts are really similar. Their color difference might just be slightly too disparate to be down to a difference in color grading—but I do think we’ve all noticed a difference in the color and light in season 4 versus season 2. (Oh how I long for the clear tones of season 1, if only for the clarity of screen caps.)

I love this whole party scene, but doesn’t it feel like it might end up being significant beyond this episode?

Anyway, back to Betty the Serial Killer Whisperer.

It’s a good thing she didn’t burn them when Alice suggested it.

Yellow Keds.

Heart earrings 💙 Or triangles, idk.

Little Betty! At one point, pink-and-red seemed to be connected to Betty’s relationship with Archie, but here I’m honestly not drawing those kind of conclusions. This scene has a different purpose.

Little Betty’s wardrobe is consistent between Teenage Betty’s dream and her retelling of the Caramel Incident to Kevin. Of course, it’s simply easier to have a single wardrobe for these things, but Riverdale’s made the decision to mix it up before (albeit on higher budget episodes.)

Let’s interpret this costuming consistency as the narrative giving Betty the benefit of the doubt. She’s able to see some things clearly, even if she’s repressed some deeply upsetting shit her father forced her to do. I’m having Old Yeller flashbacks.

I don’t even know if I’m implying anything, I just really like the visual parallel and that I’m being forced to think about it.

The Haunting of Maple Manor.

👀

Again with the 209 echoes.

The Secret of the Old Windmill.

(only $1.95!)

“Lil Forsythe III”

It perhaps takes a special kind of zeal to take your half-brother’s confidence that he, too, possesses the serial killer genes and decide not that it means you’re gonna be just fine—but that instead, he’s sus.

But I dunno, gotta break some eggs in order to make an omelette, etc.

I’ll just repeat that genes are not destiny.

Stripes, ribbed knit, short sleeves, pinks and blues—all very Betty.

However, not sure we’ve ever seen Betty in a baseball cap before, even in previous investigation modes!

I think this might be her purple non-investigation jacket that we first saw in 213 (and most recently in 314.) It’s the sturdy jacket she wears when she finds herself in...less savory efforts, shall we say.

But! Another flash-forward!

Poor Archie.

“What’s happening?”

“Wait are we getting up?”

“Okay okay I’ll get up too.”

This sweater is, apparently, divisive. I’ve actually already talked about it a bit in response to an ask. It reminds me of something a Sweater Girl would wear, and I find it really interesting to consider Betty in that context. A sweater is ‘wholesome,’ but a Sweater Girl is seen as sexual—and therefore as something dangerous and corrupting. A patriarchal society fears nothing greater than a woman with some agency. FP storms into this classroom and declares Betty—this whole trio—to be under arrest for murdering Jughead.

This sweater is a bit like Archie’s dial television, or his rotary phone. It’s almost so anachronistic as to be noticeable.

To be brief—there’s something about this sweater and the context of this scene that gives this whole flash-forward a very strange vibe.

Everyone is so shifty-eyed, they have no poker-faces. FP barges in here with two goons behind him, shot Wes Anderson-style. There’s a comics vibe to it. Coen-esque.

But also I just think it’s something Betty would wear: it’s pink, it’s got a Peter Pan collar, it’s got some lace trim. It’s Betty Cooper in disguise as Betty Cooper, and it’s not the first time she’s tried that.

Summary: I think I’ve got a count of 9—that includes 3 separate instances of the Junior FBI uniform, Teenage Betty’s dream outfit, and the flash forward—but doesn’t include Little Betty. So let’s make it 10.

Is Betty a River Vixen??: Again, just on Jug’s wall

That backpack?: Yes, multiple appearances of Backpack 2.0.

The floggingink Memorial Peter Pan Collar Count: The Sweater!

Best outfit: u know wut I’m gonna be staunch and say The Sweater. (I also really love V’s floral crop top in that scene.)

#4x05 #s4 #riverdale #betty cooper #betty cooper outfit watch #long post

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Smoke and Mirrors

Word Count: 5K words

Chapter 14 - Harry IV: The Camden Raid (link to full story on FF.net)

Featuring: Harry Potter, Ernie MacMillian, Savage, OC

Warnings: Racism, Slightly graphic violence

The relatively busy tube almost entirely emptied as it stopped at Tottenham Court Road station, with the eclectic carriage of muggle tourists of all colours and creeds emptying out to enjoy the shopping opportunities on offer.

The commercial London street had much darker connotations for Harry himself. He vividly recalled the destruction that had been caused when they had encountered Antonin Dolohov and Thorfinn Rowle in that dingy café during the aftermath of Bill and Fleur’s wedding.

Sometimes he wondered how many deaths that the two dark wizards had been personally responsible for after they were defeated that night.

He knew deep down that the three of them had made the right moral choice to show the men mercy, that to kill them would have sunk Harry, Ron and Hermione to the Death Eater’s level – but that didn’t stop him from playing devil’s advocate in his mind.

Dolohov and Rowle were both stone-cold killers and the three of them had inadvertently let them go on to wreak more havoc on the wizarding world. It killed Harry to think that this may have led to the deaths of Tonks, Remus, George or any of the others that ultimately lost their lives.

The former and possibly more dangerous of the duo was at least now safely behind bars, but the erratic Thorfinn Rowle was still at large and possibly in cahoots with the other five missing Death Eaters.

It was two of those missing Death Eaters, Rabastan and Rodolphus Lestrange, that had led Harry and the eight other magical passengers onto the Northern Line service that evening. As the scattering of muggle passengers alighted the carriage Harry could once again see the other two groups of three Ministry staff huddled together throughout the train.

The furthest to Harry’s group at the rear of the carriage were Femi Wakanda, dressed in a flamboyant, yet still quite practical purple gown and Neville, in a comfortable looking grey hoodie, both gripping a hand onto the bars above their head, whilst the considerably shorter Conrad Proudfoot could only reach a bar that was many inches lower below his colleagues. Wakanda and Proudfoot seemed to be having a hushed conversation, as Neville remained silent, with a deep and thoughtful look in his eyes.

Harry had at first thought his pureblood friend had just felt a bit uncomfortable on what would possibly be his maiden muggle tube voyage, but then he remembered the obvious connection and extra investment that the sole son and heir of Frank and Alice Longbottom would have in this mission.

The closer trio, at the front-facing side of the carriage, was the attractive young muggle-born witch Farzana Badwal, alongside the foreboding figure of Robert Williamson and his flustered young protégé, Ernie MacMillan, who certainly was feeling quite uncomfortable on his first trip on the London Underground. He had not at first grasped the concept of holding onto the bars to keep your balance, so as soon as the train had departed Charing Cross he had been violently flung into Farzana - who had wasted no time in giving him a stern telling off, with many muggle strangers quietly laughing nearby.

Rhea Savage and Josh Morris, who Harry was grouped up with, had both also laughed at Ernie’s mishap, much to his horror. Savage and Morris were both muggle-borns themselves so were no doubt more up to speed with using non-wizarding transport – and indeed, also wearing non-wizarding clothes, as they both blended in fairly well with their respective leather and denim jackets.

Josh Morris looked particularly sharp as he wore his faux-wool collars up, with a low cut white t-shirt underneath it that showed off his muscly frame. His fingers were adorned with several eye-catching rings, the most noteworthy of which was in the shape of a golden eagle. Harry had even noticed a couple of the young female muggle tourists eyeing him up, although Josh himself had been completely oblivious to them.

“So… since we have a few more stops and some time to kill, tell me, did you see much action in New York?” Rhea probed, as she shot her brawny colleague a slight wink as they each sat down in the now vacated seats.

Harry recalled in his mind the time that Ron had commented on the wacky designs and patterns on muggle public transport – and his horrified reaction when Hermione had said that it was primarily only to help hide the dust and the dirt.

“Erm… well there was the odd bit of bother here and there… but nothing massively exciting, I spent most of the time floating between the Transport and the Magi-… the Creatures department,” he quickly corrected, as he remembered they were still in the presence of a few muggles scattered about the carriage.

Harry was pretty sure though that even with Josh’s belated amendment that there was no such equivalent department for ‘creatures’ in the muggle government.

“Guessing they thought I’d want to avoid too much action given I’d transferred from Britain,” Josh continued. “Still, it could’ve been much worse if Kingsley stuck to his original plan to send me home to Manila. It would’ve been nice to see my parents a bit more, but man, way too many…”

He silently mouthed ‘dragons’ to the two of them.

“…causing all kinds of shit all of the time. It’s crazy how lapse the Filipino Ministry are about them, it’s a different world out there, man!” he said as he enthusiastically gestured his hands about whilst talking.

Rhea scoffed slightly, as the train briefly stopped at Goodge Street, as the last of the muggle passengers remaining on the carriage left the train.

“That’s great Josh, but I wasn’t talking about that kind of action…” she replied, rolling her eyes at him as the doors slammed shut and they began moving again.

Josh burst out laughing as soon as he realized what she had meant.

“For fuck sake Rhea!” Josh jeered.

“What?!” she replied in a mock incredulous tone. “An attractive fashionable bloke like you with a nice British accent and those muscles, you must have had all of the American witches queuing up for a go like you were Harry Potter or something!”

Harry laughed awkwardly as Josh sniggered slightly at Rhea’s remark, with the muggles now all off the train it seemed that they could now speak more freely.

Rhea crossed her legs, putting her right over her left, as Harry caught the outline of a brightly coloured Holyhead Harpies tattoo that was partially on display through her ripped black jeans, which were tucked into a well-worn pair of purple doc martens boots.

“Well, there was this one girl…” Josh began, as Rhea smiled enthusiastically.

“Details! I need details, Josh,” Rhea snapped back quickly. “Do you know how many lesbian or bisexual witches there were in Paris? Nil-pwa, mon amie!”

“Alright… alright, keep your hair on… so on this one assignment when I was in the Department of Transport I got chatting to this one chick, Kimberley, she was from Texas…”

“Ooh, Kimberley from Texaaas!” Rhea ribbed in a mock Southern accent, which caused Josh to laugh involuntarily.

“Well you know me, I have a soft-spot for blondes, so we kinda hit it off from the get go and yes… she did love the British accent… we were seeing each other almost every other day after work at her place for well over a month and then one night…” he stopped mid-sentence, looking a bit uncomfortable.

“And then what?!” Rhea demanded, on the edge of her seat in anticipation.

“… and then one night her husband came home! Of course, she never told me about him now, did she?”

“Bloody hell,” Harry muttered.

“You can say that again!” Rhea added.

“And it’s not what you think. She wasn’t that sort of girl… well, not really. It was a pureblood arranged marriage type deal that their parents had set up, or rather, her parents had set up with him. He was this rich potion-maker, much older than her, almost old enough to be her dad…”

“Jesus…” Rhea mumbled with a disgusted look on her face.

“I felt a bit bad for her… but as you can imagine it went down like a sack of shit with him. It turned out he was reasonably influential at the MACUSA too… he was one of their biggest suppliers of potions in the entire country and he winded up being the main reason why I got transferred to the Creatures department outpost in Arkansas.”

“Tough break, mate,” Rhea sympathised. “We’ve all been there.”

“You’ve been caught sleeping with a married woman too?” Josh quizzed back, with a look of real intrigue on his face.

“A lady never tells,” Rhea said in a faux-posh accent, as the train pulled into Warren Street and a group of three muggle-men, all armed with beers cans in hand, stumbled on board their carriage and started arguing among themselves.

“I’m fucking tellin’ ya Trevva, Hoddle ain’t got a clue. He ain’t got a bloody clue! How’s he not gonna take Gazza to the World Cup?”

said the shortest of the three men, before downing the rest of his can and belching loudly, which drew a rather disgusted groan from Farzana Badwal on the other side of the carriage. The man, who had a buzz cut and a poorly kept beard, did not notice her, nor did either of his friends..

“Don’t worry Mark bruv,” replied the tallest of the three, who was wearing a black baseball cap and slurring his words quite considerably. “He knows what he’s doing. It’s coming home!” he cheered, as he took a large swig of his own can of beer.

“Ere chuck us anuvva Stella then Tel,” the short man with the buzz cut light-heartedly ordered the man in the middle, who had spiked up hair and was wearing a creased black shirt that was much too big for him.

‘Tel’ obliged and passed Mark, the shortest man, another beer, as the baseball cap wearing muggle, Trevva, began eyeing up Rhea, before his eyes eventually fell on Harry.

“What’d you reckon four-eyes?” he asked, before briefly stumbling as the tube hit a bit of a bump. “You think it’s comin’ home?”

“Oh yes… definitely,” Harry replied, as he attempted to not rise to the jibe about his glasses. He had absolutely no idea what they were talking about. Besides, they were on an important mission and the last thing they needed was any trouble with a group of rowdy drunk muggles, so he gave him the answer that he thought he would want to hear.

“See it’s fuckin’ comin’ home lads!” Tel announced triumphantly to his two cronies, as he enthusiastically poured a large amount of lager into his mouth, spilling some over both himself and the floor of the train in the process.

“What do you think sweet cheeks?” Mark said to Rhea, as he too started to eye her up.

Harry noticed that Josh no longer seemed to be in the jovial mood he had been in before. It was almost as if he was anticipating and preparing for some kind of trouble. The look on Savage’s face certainly suggested that there may well be some on the cards, although Harry was sure that the Head Auror would keep her cool.

“I don’t care much for football… and I certainly don’t care much for men who call me sweet cheeks,” she hissed, whilst giving the three of them a cold stare, before suddenly rising to her feet. Josh jumped to his feet too, with Harry following his lead.

“HA! She’d be so lucky ehh lads?” Mark said, addressing both of his friends. “Ugly fucking greebo anyway. Off to go slit your wrists at the rock show are you, love?” he goaded, as Trevva and Tel laughed along, eyeing up both Harry and Josh as they did so.

Josh initially looked like he might rise to their attempts at provoking them – but Rhea shot him a fierce glare which kept him at bay.

“Aww, you not gonna defend your girlfriend? Must have a tiny pair of bollocks to go with that tiny little cock of yours!” Tel jested, daring Josh to react. Harry ran his fingers along the shaft of his wand through his jacket pocket, ready to use it as discreetly as he could should the time come.

“Is there a problem here?” Williamson demanded, as the tall wizard came to their aide, presumably having noticed the commotion.

The large Auror towered over the drunk trio, even Trevva, the tallest of the three troublesome muggles, but they showed no sign of backing down – in-fact, Williamson’s arrival to the scene, with Ernie and Farzana in tow, only seemed to increase their desire for some kind of conflict.

“Who’d you think you’re talking to? Long haired cunt. Only problem here is your fucking barnet!” Trevva joked, which caused Tel and Mark to laugh too, although Harry thought the shortest of the three, Mark, did seem at least a little intimidated by the comparatively giant Williamson.

“Well, I say,” Ernie uttered in a dubious manner. “That is quite the insult from a man so insecure about his own haircut that he conceals it beneath a hat.”

“Ernie!” Robert berated under his breath, although Harry thought that for a moment Williamson had shown a slight smile and possibly even a fondness for Ernie at coming to his defence so quickly.

Harry thought he even caught a momentary grin from Farzana Badwal at Ernie’s albeit quite passé retaliation at the muggle.

“You’ll be insecure about having no teeth in your fucking mouth in a minute you fucking toff,” Tel raged at Ernie, as he threw his now empty beer can aside and raised his fists for a fight.

“Don’t worry about it Robert, they’ll be getting off at the next stop,” Rhea calmly instructed, as she saw the pony-tailed Auror losing his patience, with both Ernie and Josh also clearly ready for some kind of altercation, should it come to that. Harry felt more confident about Josh’s chances than Ernie’s and even his own should it wind up being one without wands.

“Oh yeah, so who’s gonna make us get off then, you dirty goth slut?” Trevva asked incredulously, as his two friends stared the rest of them down in a quite antagonistic manner, as Josh and Williamson exchanged a quick knowing glance.

“We’ll be at Euston soon,” Farzana said quickly, with a tone of frustration and impatience in her voice. “Let’s just confundus them now and be done with it.”

“You won’t do nuffink you blimmin’ paki!” Tel spat – and that was when it suddenly all kicked off.

Ernie MacMillan directed a punch at the much taller Tel as soon as the racist slur had left the muggle’s mouth. He stumbled slightly, but his friend Trevva soon got a strike of his own away, right into the former Hufflepuff prefect’s prim and proper face, sending him hurtling to the ground in a heap.

“You stay out of this,” Rhea ordered under her breath to Harry, as Williamson instantly jumped in to Ernie’s defence, as he sent a thundering right hand into Trevva’s nose, knocking him back a few steps, but surprisingly not down to the floor.

Morris laid a punch and a kick into Mark, who retaliated instantly by hurtling his half-empty beer can at Josh, splashing beer all over the muggle-born auror’s denim-jacket, whilst Rhea landed a heavy kick on Tel, who felt the full force of the half-French witch’s boot to his shin before she whacked him in the chin.

Farzana fought her way through and hit Tel with a vicious slap of her own as a receipt for his insult to her, before Willamson connected with another right hook to Trevva that did finally floor the tall baseball cap wearing muggle.

Harry jumped in to stop Tel from hitting Rhea, with the muggle’s knuckles slightly knocking into Harry’s head in the process. He felt momentarily dazed for a moment, before he heard a still-on-the-floor Ernie MacMillan yell “STUPEFY!” at the top of his lungs, soon after upon which a jet of red light hurtled into Tel, causing him to crash into the carriage door and down onto the floor.

Morris had a clearly defeated Mark pinned to the door, as the short man with the buzz cut looked absolutely horrified and in fear for his life having just witnessed his friend be knocked unconscious by magic.

The next station is Euston

“What in Merlin’s name has happened here?!” Femi Wakanda demanded, as she marched over with a concerned looking Neville and Conrad Proudfoot, who had rushed over from the other side of the carriage.

Harry gave Williamson a hand pulling a slightly bloodied and dazed Ernie MacMillan back to his feet, as Williamson told Ernie off for using magic, before checking that his young trainee was alright and fussing over his injuries.

“The muggles started it. Couldn’t be helped,” Williamson said quickly in Ernie’s defence, as an embarrassed looking Rhea pulled out her wand and started obliviating Trevva and Tel, as Morris did the same to Mark.

“All the same we’re on a tight schedule that doesn’t factor in fights with muggles or breaking the international statute of secrecy,” Wakanda grumbled, clearly unimpressed with the events that had transpired.

The train pulled into Euston and between Josh, Rhea and Harry they quickly managed to jostle the three muggles off of the train and onto the platform, as Williamson and Farzana began patching up Ernie’s face.

Wakanda used a voiceless spell to shut the carriage door as soon as the drunken muggles were off the train. Harry was not sure what type of magic she had used, but the electronic doors stayed shut even when several bewildered would-be passengers pressed the button on the door to get on.

“Luckily for us they don’t have any security cameras on these wretched things,” Wakanda muttered under her breath in a condescending fashion, as she shot Rhea a deeply unimpressed look.

Savage led the way as they made their way through the Camden Town underground station exit and into the night.

“BUY OR SELL FEEDER! FEEDER BUY OR SELL!” shouted a tall middle-aged white man in a thick black coat.

“FEEDER TICKETS BUY OR SELL!” bellowed another similarly dressed dark skinned muggle.

“There must be a gig on tonight,” Rhea noted to Harry and Josh as she guided them past without looking at the muggles. “They’re ticket touts. When a gig is sold out they sell tickets for it at double the price,” she added, with the sound of disdain and loathing in her voice.

“But how do they get the tickets if it’s already sold out?” Josh asked.

“They purposely buy a load when they go on sale specifically just to sell them on at a profit closer to the time,” Rhea replied.

“Is that even legal? To sell them on like that, just for a profit?” Harry enquired.

“No, not strictly speaking, but the muggle police don’t really bother enforcing it,” Rhea said. “I’m sure in the future when you can just buy and sell tickets on the internet it will cut these scummy touts right out of the equation though,” she added in a hopeful tone, as she checked behind to ensure that the other two groups were just behind them – they were, as Harry spotted a now blood-free Ernie MacMillan, with Williamson and Badwal making their way through the crowded Camden street.

“BUY OR SELL FEEDER TICKETS! BUY OR SELL-

Harry spotted the next ticket tout abruptly stop his hollering, as he noticed a pair of muggle police officers dressed in the customary fluorescent yellow night-time wear. The muggle man calmly put his hands in his pockets and casually strolled off in the hope they hadn’t spotted him – and he was in luck, as they hadn’t.

The first two touts they had initially walked past at the station were not as fortunate though, as Harry looked behind and could see that they hadn’t notice the two coppers walking towards them.

“See look at that,” Josh began incredulously. “It’s so much easier for the muggle police. Those three drunk blokes would’ve never started on us if we were coppers.”

“Yes… quite,” Rhea added slightly absent-mindedly, seemingly caught in a deep-thought.

“BUY OR SELL TICKETS!” yelled a tall man with a deep voice directly ahead of them. “FALMOUTH FALCONS BUY OR SELL!”

The large figure stepped into the light and Harry instantly recognized him as Kingsley Shacklebolt.

“Minister,” Rhea uttered formally, as Kingsley shot Harry a quick wink. They formed a semi-circle in-front of the Minster for Magic, with Williamson, Ernie and Badwal quickly joining, before Wakanda, Neville and Proudfoot formed in behind them too.

Harry saw Kingsley mutter something under his breath, but it was so quiet it was barely audible. His wand hand was still in his jacket pocket, so Harry guessed it must’ve been some kind of enchantment to stop passing muggles hearing what he was about to say to them.

“As I’m sure you’re all aware from your venture on the muggle underground,” Kingsley began, speaking quickly. “We’ve got an anti-apparation barrier secured in the area a mile wide in all directions. We can’t get in or out, but neither can they – and that’s all that matters. The Floo-network is on lockdown. Peasegood and Podmore are acting as air support, just in-case they have brooms and attempt to fly out.”

“Minister, surely you’re not going to be-

Kingsley interrupted the Head Auror with a heavy sigh of frustration.

“You will be pleased to know that I have heeded the Head of Magical Law Enforcement’s concerns that as Minister for Magic I should not be taking part in raids,” he said in an annoyed tone.

“Gawain is waiting for you not far from here, just keep walking straight ahead until you reach the phone box at the end of the road,” Kingsley said, before he gave Rhea a stern look. “I’ll be in the Mexican restaurant just across the street. If anything serious goes down you will send your patronus for me immediately… and that’s an order.”

“Yes Minister, sir,” Rhea replied swiftly, as Kingsley smiled a little, possibly still not used to being addressed as Minister or sir.

“I wish you all the best of luck,” Shacklebolt said, as he began to slowly stroll off in the opposite direction.

“And Rhea…” Kingsley barked, turning his head back round to face them all.

“Yes?” she replied confidently, although Harry sensed some nerves in her voice.

“Try not to take too long, girl! They’ve got 2 for 1 mojitos all night at this place. I can’t be duelling drunk at my age,” he sniggered.

“Just make sure you save some for us!” Josh shot back hopefully.

“You guys lock up those damned Lestrange brothers tonight – I’ll get you all so many mojitos that Proudfoot there will end the night puking up on another pair of Robards’ loafers!”

They followed the path that the pavement took them on for a few minutes in relative silence, until they reached the phone box and Robards revealed himself.

“Quickly! Behind me, single file,” he ordered, as Rhea formed a line behind their boss. Robards weaved through a back alley at a frantic pace that was as close to a sprint as he could manage, then led them out to a large opening by the lock.

“It’s that house over there,” he said quietly, pointing in the direction of a very derelict looking property about fifty metres away.

Harry thought it was quite generous to even call it a house. It looked more like a shack, not all that unlike the hut on the rock that Vernon had ferried them off to all those years ago.

“Took us a while to uncover it and make it visible to the naked eye. The muggles still can’t see it though,” Robards said. “It had some damn good protective charms on it. We’ve not breached the inner defences yet, so if they are in there they won’t know that we’ve found them yet.”

“Willamson,” he commanded.

“Yes, boss?” Williamson replied.

“Take MacMillan and Longbottom and secure the perimeter. You join them too, Proudfoot.”

Williamson and Proudfoot did as they were told without hesitation, ushering the two young apprentice Aurors along with them as they started casting protective enchantments around the nearby area as an additional defence.

“We’ll need heavy firepower to break the house’s defences,” he continued. “Savage. Wakanda. You’ll join me at the front. Badwal and Morris, you’ll act as cover.”

“Potter,” Robards muttered, as he put his hands into his worn-out woven woolly jacket.

“Yes,” Harry replied, eagerly anticipating his own orders from the Head of Magical Law Enforcement.

“You’re on air support with Peasegood and Podmore,” he said sternly, pulling out what looked like a Cleansweep Eleven from an enchanted bag in his pocket.

Harry tried to hide his disappointment at what he felt was Robards trying to keep him out of harm’s way, but his boss seemed to have an innate ability to spot what he was thinking.

“You’re the best flyer we’ve got, son. Podmore’s not bad on a broom, but he’s no Harry Potter. Now get up there and sit tight,” he added, before giving Harry a firm pat on the back and heading over to the house with Savage, Wakanda, Morris and Badwal.

Harry did as he was told and got onto the broom and quickly ascended into the cloudy sky.

He saw what looked like Sturgis Podmore directly ahead of him, with another figure who he guessed must be Arnold Peasegood to his left.

The warm spring wind brushed against his exposed face as he flew up to meet them, before he banked left and turned to watch over the house like the other two were doing. Podmore gave him a nod of acknowledgement and Peasegood winked at him.

From where they were positioned they really did have a perfect bird’s eye view of the proceedings on the ground, as Harry could see Robards, Savage and Wakanda all armed with their wands slowly approaching the front of the house, with Morris and Badwal close behind them on either flank.

In the distance he could just make out Williamson and MacMillan setting up additional shield charms on one side, with Neville and Proudfoot doing the same on the other.

“You reckon those bastards are in there?” Peasegood pondered to nobody in particular.

Podmore didn’t respond, instead rolling his eyes slightly as he appeared to want to silently focus on the mission at hand.

“Life in prison’s not good enough for those scumbags,” Peasegood continued. “Sooner we catch ‘em, the sooner they can go the way of their master.”

Suddenly there was movement on the ground.

“EXCINDO TUTELA!” came the distant cries of Robards, Savage and Wakanda, as blinding bolts of blue came flying out of their wands and crashed into the front of the house.

Harry could not tell if they had broken the inner defences of the property, but Robards sent a probing bolt of yellow sparks, which seemed to go straight through the front door unopposed.

Gawain raised his arm and ushered the others to follow him onto the porch, before he stopped abruptly just outside the door, with his wand pointed out cautiously.

Harry heard an odd flickering type noise.

It almost sounded like the noise a golden snitch would make when it was fluttering around in the nearby vicinity.

He adjusted his ear slightly and thought that it rather sounded like a ticking kind of sound, like the one a muggle alarm clock might make.

It looked as though Savage and Robards were having a heated discussion about something on the ground, with Robards waving away whatever it was that Rhea was saying to him.

“Anyone else hear that weird ticking sound?” Peasegood enquired. “Almost sounds like a bomb or something-

“OH FUCK!” Podmore yelled, as Harry saw Josh Morris suddenly barge past both Savage and Robards, thrust them out of the way and loudly cast “PROTEGO!” at the top of his lungs.

The initial explosion of the bomb almost threw Harry off of his broom.

He scrambled to cling onto it as shards of debris and smoke came flying up into the sky at random.

Harry ducked and dived on instinct alone as his glasses became fogged up and he lost all of his senses.

His ears had been deafened by the great sound that came from the detonation and all he could hear now was a migraine inducing ringing noise piercing into his ear-drums.

As he slowly gained his composure he flew out of the now thick, black smoke and plummeted to the ground as quickly as he could.

He could just make out the figures of Podmore and Peasegood who had just landed themselves.

Harry pulled up alongside them as they rushed to survey the damage.

The derelict house that had once stood in-front of where they were standing was now nothing more than a pile of fiery rubble.

Harry saw an uncharacteristically weary looking Gawain Robards in a heap on the floor.

He was covered in black smoke and debris, but he was still breathing and alongside Peasegood and Williamson who had now rushed onto the scene they helped pull him up.

Robards coughed heavily, possibly having inhaled a lot of smoke.

“Don’t fucking worry about me,” he wheezed, taking a deep breath before coughing again. “Where are the others?!”

To their right Badwal and Ernie had spotted Wakanda and were slowly helping her rise to her feet. She looked like she’d injured her left leg when she’d fallen to the ground, but other than that she did not look too bad, although her once vibrant violet dress was now a shade of dusty, dirty brown.

“Savage!” Podmore cried loudly, as Neville and Proudfoot helped him magically elevate a large pile of wooden debris which looked like it was once the front door.

The door had shattered into several pieces and seemingly crashed straight into the Head Auror, striking and then trapping her onto the ground, although aside from a few cuts and bruises on her face she looked relatively unharmed in the grand scheme of things.

“Where’s Josh?” was all she could muster, as she too coughed heavily, having probably also inhaled a lot of smoke in the blast.

Harry helped the others as they used wingardium leviosa and other charms to quickly lift the fallen remains of the property to try and find Josh Morris amongst the wreckage.

It took a few minutes to find him, but Harry knew they must have located Josh when he heard Rhea cry out in horror.

Morris lay flat out on his back in a huge pile of blood, eyes closed, with his left arm laying prone and clearly broken.

Yet, it was his right arm that had taken the most damage in the explosion – as it lay five feet away from him, no longer attached to his body.

The flamboyant golden rings still sat on the fingers of his severed and crimson-soaked right hand, with the golden eagle staring directly up at Harry.

Podmore was the quickest to reach his fallen colleague, as a distressed Savage froze up in fear for her friend.

Sturgis put his hand out and reached down towards Josh’s neck, softly feeling around for a pulse.

“He’s still alive…just… but we need to get him to St Mungo’s… now!”

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A Little Opera Goes a Long Way

Colette Brunel has finally moved on from her pop-idol group to more freely sing what she wants, while famous YouTube star, Lloyd Irving went from playing covers on video to going on the big stage. It was only a matter of time before they teamed up and made a hit single.

But what happens when stage fright becomes a problem?

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters/Pairing: Lloyd Irving/Colette Brunel, Presea Combatir Rating: G Mirror Link: AO3 Notes: Slightly obsessed with idol colloyd helped by this art by @frayed-symphony! Would love to write more on this universe when I have the time.

The crowd outside was getting louder.

They had been growing within the past few hours, and if she peeked out just enough, she could see the multitude of rave sticks and cell phones that lighted each wave from the fans. Colette was used to it – she had heard it so many times! Except, it was different now. Everything was different.

Colette didn’t typically perform in Palmacosta. The port city was a long way from her usual tour gig with her group, mostly going around Tethe’alla, starting out from Meltokio before going back. But the Governor had been more than pleased to let the concert go underway, a stage already being built before it had even been requested! More truth to the very idea that the new single had been such a hit.

When she had arrived, she had heard the ocean rushing across the shore, the beaches filled with with so many people. How nice would it have been to walk across the sand, but there was already so much to prepare for. Would she even have the energy to want to go in the evening?

Colette stood within a small corner, being as small as she could while other professionals scattered all around to get everything ready. Sound check, mic check, light check, special effects check, making sure there were no sudden dips on the floor for when they would perform, that no stray excitable fan had snuck their way backstage to meet the band. (This always happened with Alice though, so Colette didn’t think it would be much of an issue now?)

Everyone was working their hardest to get things ready and perfect – and all they asked was that she would do the same.

As Colette messed with her green ruffled sleeves, her heartbeat took over the noise. Soon it was all she could hear, all she could even think about! What if she tripped on stage? (Again!) What if she reached a wrong note in her part of the song?

What if she only ruined things for…

“Colette?”

The backstage was dark, most of the technicians still further off into the sides, busy fiddling with the lights, the special effects that would take place. She saw the dazzling flash of the red lining of Lloyd’s outfit before seeing Lloyd himself. He must have found her the same way in the corner – her green and white ensemble a unique look, reflective gold bouncing off the eyes.

“Hey, are you okay? Sorry, they kept me stuck in the dressing room just to get all this stuff on.”

“Oh! I’m fine, it’s just… the usual pre-stage jitters, hehe.” Colette instantly smiled, winking at Lloyd with all the practiced flair of her idol persona. Although, she wasn’t supposed to be in that role now… She was being herself this time. Just Colette. With Lloyd. And…

“Ah, yeah? I’m kinda getting those too!” Lloyd laughed, and she heard the shakiness within its tone. It made sense for Lloyd. He had only performed a few times in front of an audience, and they were usually much smaller. His black gloved hands reached to pull back at his hair. “The uh, crowd is really loud, isn’t it?”

“Y-yeah! But that’s a good thing!” She knew it was a good thing! So why the sudden beating of her heart. Could she really be this nervous? She kept pulling at her ruffles, they were all uneven! And so wrinkled! But wait, weren’t they supposed to be?

Then she saw Lloyd reach out to her…head? She felt his fingers briefly touch her hair, feeling warm.. “Your hat’s gonna fall off!”

“Huh?” Colette blinked. “Oh, it’s supposed to be tilted like that! And it’s held to my hair with a pin.” She bowed her head slightly for Lloyd to observe. “See?”

“Ohh.” Lloyd nodded. “Sorry, I was wondering how it was staying on!”

“Yeah! I’ve worn it before with my group…and sometimes we have to do dance routines so they make sure it stays on tight!” Colette pressed down on her skirt, still seeing wrinkles and dust and whatever else. Or maybe it had just been the lights… but wait, wasn’t it dark here?

She felt Lloyd’s eyes on her still, so she turned back to him, because her heartbeat was less distracting when she looked at him. Even if it still beat so much, its rhythm so steady. “I guess I’m not used to it,” Lloyd was saying. “This outfit feels really…uh, bright?” And maybe he was right, for the rose pinned on his front lapel was such a loud red, right over his heart. More than once had Colette wanted to reach out and touch it. Whoever had designed his costume had really put thought into all its details.

“It’s because of me. Remiel says I need to keep my image…” She was already on the search for a new one, as her producer was being even more controlling than usual. It had taken so much just to get this show to happen, her producer trying to block each step of the way. “I’m sorry, I really wanted it to be casual instead.”

“Heh, that’s okay though! I like that we kinda match, you know?” And when he grinned, even within the darkness of backstage, the sounds from outside reverberating the very floor they were on, she thought she felt everything stand still. “And…man, I’d wear anything just to perform with you!”

“Really?” she asked, still stunned. Star-struck. Completely and utterly. His outfit couldn’t match to his smile.

“Yeah! I still can’t believe we wrote something together!” His voice carried well through the noise surrounding them. And soon everyone would hear that voice, along with hers. Was it selfish of her to want to keep it for herself?

When in the studio together, working on their song, it had almost felt like he was singing only for her, his fingers moving over the guitar strings with barely a glance to them. To have such a voice and to play an instrument too… Why was he wasting time with her?

“Yeah, I’m so happy we did,” she said, still feeling her nerves jitter all around. “And… everyone will finally get to hear it too!”

At that moment, there was some feedback sounding off from stage, distracting her slightly. But experience told her it was a few stagehands probably setting up speakers, making sure none of the wires would get in the way of their feet. They would still need to wear their mics later, and hopefully she wasn’t already wearing them and talking into it without realizing it was on, like she would do a few times before…

She shook out her hands a bit, while keeping her feet still. Her ruffles still looked so uneven, so wrinkled and frayed and… “Maybe I’m more nervous than I thought,” she finally admitted.

She waited for the moment for when Lloyd would be disappointed with her. Like the other members of her group would be, like her producer, and-

The same gloved hand, but now on her shoulder, forcing her eyes back up. Some of the lights started to flicker backstage, along with a shouted instruction from one of the technicians. They dazzled off Lloyd’s red cape, off the golden filigree that decorated the trim of his jacket.

“Hey…” he said, smiling still. She saw a little tinge of nervousness too, but not with the frustration she was used to seeing from so many people. “I’m still here.”

She nodded. “Yeah…yeah!” She nodded again, then felt she was doing it too much. “Sorry… I’m supposed to be used to this. I should…” Be the one to help you through this instead. How strange was it that the experienced pop singer would need comfort from someone who was still starting out?

“We…still have like 20 minutes before we go on,” Lloyd said, looking back towards the stage that was still out of sight for them, if not out of sound’s reach. “Wanna hang out in my room till then?”

Something about the way he said it got her breath hitched in her throat. But at least with all of her stage experience, she recovered pretty quickly. “Oh, I guess we could! Did you want to rehearse or…?” Sometimes she’d do so with her band, usually on Alice’s insistence which usually just turned into fights with Marta…

“Yeah, come on!” That same gloved hand moved down to grip her own, guiding her from the backstage to the hall.

Passing a few concerned lookers (Colette hoped no one would think to pull out a camera), Lloyd soon took them to a door. There was a piece of paper on it with his name printed roughly. And also… a drawing?

“Oh! Is that supposed to be you?” Colette asked, recognizing the features, giggling at the exaggerated smile she had long grown to like.

“Agh, why’d he put it here too?” Lloyd blushed furiously as he quickly took it down from the door. “Stupid Zelos… sorry, I know it looks dumb.”

“It’s cute!” Colette announced. “Your friend is a good artist!”

“Is… are you sure about that?” But after crunching up the little poster into a paper ball and tossing it in a nearby garbage can, Lloyd tugged her inside the dressing room. “Anyway, I thought it would be good to get away from all the noise.”

“Thank you, Lloyd,” she said gratefully.

His dressing room was a bit bare, much of it just some bags that he had taken on the trip, still in the luggage. Hanging on the wall, she could see the red jacket she saw him wear to his own shows, more casual than what he was made to wear right now. It looked so loose and comfortable. How nice it would have been to wear something like it too.

“…Also, I guess I wanna sit for a while first,” Lloyd confessed, sitting in his chair just then. Colette made sure to not mention that the same portrait of his face was also drawn on the back of the chair, though she still couldn’t help a giggle or two.

“So, which song should we practice first? ��Star Shining’ might be an easy one to start with… Or maybe ‘Almateria’? Sorry, I should have thought it through before!”

“Huh?” Lloyd blinked up at her. “Uh, no I didn’t mean we should rehearse actually!”

“Oh…then what are we doing here?” Colette felt so genuinely curious.

“To relax, dork!” Lloyd said with a smile. Then that same smile turned a bit softer, his eyes flicking to the right side of him. She hadn’t caught sight of the instrument at first. “Well… I mean if you wanted something like that, it doesn’t have to be both of us, you know?”

She was only getting more confused by the minute! Was this Lloyd’s way of saying he didn’t want to perform with her on stage? “But both of our names are on the listing…” She brought her hands up, fingers pressing together nervously. “I mean… if you really wanted though, I can step out…”

“What? I…don’t know what you mean, I just meant I wanted to sing for you!” Lloyd reached over to grab the guitar that had been laying carefully by his seat. His fingers were already brushing across the strings, eliciting a few sounds that echoed around her.

She took that phrase to heart, hands now clasped together, the ruffles along her skirt, her arms, her shoulders, less on the forefront of her mind. “Sing for me?”

Lloyd nodded, adjusting the small pegs on the end. “Whenever I get nervous about stuff, sometimes I just play whatever. Um, guess I got it from my dad. He’d sing to me when I was little. Oh yeah, and he plays a pretty mean harmonica!” He was grinning again, planting both feet on the ground as he better fit the guitar on his lap.

Colette had never met Lloyd’s father, but the image of a younger Lloyd already tickled her. But she made sure not to mention it, because that would certainly be strange, wouldn’t it? “That’s…but you shouldn’t have to do this for me. I’m used to this…”

“Colette,” Lloyd called out to her, and she faced him again.

His white jacket and the red rose hanging from it, black gloves already moving over the strings so deftly, just as it did in the studio that one day they had taken a chance, leaving all other obligations just to finally sing their song together after so many email exchanges and video calls. “Let me sing for you.”

She stood still. She had heard his voice dozens, hundreds of times. She had heard him through those videos before he’d get famous, hair disheveled, and his unbuttoned jacket hanging off his shoulders. His own album sat on her shelf back at home, the cover art for it so different from anything else she had seen. (So many stars and rainbows! With a nice drawing of a boy and his dog there too…) In all of those times, she liked to imagine he was singing for her.

“Okay,” she finally said, leaning against a counter, her skirt just making a tiny rustling sound as she shifted. “Um, what are you going to sing for me then?”

“Something my dad would sing to me,” Lloyd said. She thought his cheeks had gotten even redder. “So uh, don’t laugh too much. I can’t pronounce all the words right yet.”

“I won’t. I promise.” And she really did promise that. She didn’t want to ruin that smile.

The strum of the guitar, followed by his sound, by Lloyd, had always felt truer to her than anything else.

Only a few minutes later, a knock on the door echoed in the room. Luckily, the notes from Lloyd’s guitar had been on their very last. “Uh, come in?” he called out, his voice still within that range from before.

Opening the door, a small lady appeared. Her sharply pink hair was in contrast to the dark-hued clothes that most of the backstage hands wore. She wore a headset, and apparently one of the giant headlights in one hand – the kind that usually weighed a ton. “Five minutes until curtain time.”

“Presea!” Colette called out to her old friend, waving at her. “I didn’t know you were working here too.”

“I heard you would be performing, so I requested to join.” Presea shifted the headlight to better fit her grip. “Do you have your mics ready?”

“Yeah!” Lloyd went to retrieve his from his pocket while Colette did the same, but Presea had gone up to them, reaching to adjust it before silently requesting for both to bend down so she could have a better hold.

“I can stall if you need. But the crowd wants you.” Presea turned away after making sure the mics were pinned correctly to their clothes. Still, Colette caught a small smile from her. “I’m looking forward to hearing you both sing together.”

Presea already left, and soon it was just Lloyd and Colette in the room, their smiles wide and excited. From the concert, from the music still bouncing around in their heads.

“Still jittery?” he asked, taking the strap of the guitar to finally pull across his back.

“Yeah! But it’s the good kind now!” Colette was standing on her toes, swaying with the beat she still remembered. “You always sing so good.”

“Ah, it was just…like a lullaby, basically.” That flush again, and she wanted to believe it was because of her. So maybe, for at least tonight, she could. “But if you liked it, then I’m happy then.”

“I am! But…I’m also happy we can sing our song live now.” She turned to him, Presea already disappearing into the swell of the backstage darkness. Colette stepped out the door, but not too far off without her partner by her side.

“Heh, yeah… I’m still really surprised Goodness and Love was such a hit though!” With that, he followed Colette out of the dressing room, both heading towards the sounds of the crowd.

“Hm, I knew it would be,” she confessed, her heart racing. Jitters. But the good kind of jitters.

“Oh? How’d you know?” And somehow, in the way he asked her, she wondered if he suspected what she was about to say… So maybe it was okay.

“Because it’s you.” That was all she would say, teasingly sticking out her tongue before taking his free hand and rushing out with him on stage. But always making sure she didn’t trip them both.

Lloyd was grinning so wide once they came out under the lights, the glare setting the red dancing on his outfit, the green on hers. The crowd was loud, but there was only one voice she would listen for.

Everything was so loud, so fast and so much. This wasn’t just like singing out in front of the yard, or to any of his friends that happened to swing by home for a visit.

Lloyd was completely out of his element.

Backstage, as he tried not to get in the way of other professionals, Lloyd gripped the handle of his guitar case, wondering if maybe he had just made a huge mistake. He was by himself, his so-called producer chatting with some other people in the field, (or just woman he spotted honestly), and he couldn’t bring Noishe along, even if the dog was on the album…He’d only get frightened by all the noise, and for once, Lloyd couldn’t blame him.

“Ugh, shouldn’t have let Zelos convince me…” he muttered to himself. The guy had clear dollar signs in his eyes when he told him about where he would perform. ‘You’re a big hit now! Don’t waste it!!’

Lloyd knew he’d do better by just crawling into a hole. Any confidence he had hours ago seemed to have evaporated once reality set in.

It was just when he heard the rest of the lineup and …. He had been stupid to think that would matter. Wouldn’t he just embarrass himself on stage? Then she would see…

“Hi, are you Lloyd?”

He turned at the sound of her voice. Was it pathetic of him to have already recognized it then? He had heard her voice a hundred times, picking it out from the chorus of other voices, of other people…

Colette Brunel stood before him, wearing a green skirt, with frilly ribbons in her hair. She had a microphone in her hand, which seemed to echo with feedback suddenly when she held it a certain way. Once Lloyd flinched from it, she hurriedly turned it off.

“Ah, sorry! I didn’t mean-“

“You’re Colette…” he said, already kicking himself for interrupting her. But his brain was going into overdrive, catching up with every admirable thought he had of her. “From the Angels group!”

“Oh! Yeah, hi! We’re performing too. The other girls are still getting ready to go on, so, I wanted a chance to talk with you!” She sounded quieter as she spoke, eyes cast downward. “I probably should have brought them with me, I’m sorry.”

“N-No, it’s okay…but…you know me?” He still couldn’t quite believe it.

“Yes, of course! I’ve watched your videos! I think they’re so good!” And with the way she spoke to him, he could almost believe it. That she liked his songs. She liked them. “I… I just wanted to let you know that your music is… it’s something I’ve needed to hear.” A pause. “Would you ever want to-“

“Colette! We’re on! Hurry up!”

“Ah! Okay, sorry, Alice!” Colette turned around briefly to wave away someone else. Lloyd recognized them too… but he’d never been a fan of that girl in the group. “Sorry, I need to go. But… I hope you keep writing your music! I, I really like it.”

If Lloyd died at that moment right then and there, even before he ever got a chance to perform, he’d be satisfied. For Colette to come up to him and tell him all this… “I… T-Thanks! I don’t…know what to say…”

Colette smiled, gripping her microphone, her ribbons bouncing with her motion. “Just, I hope to keep hearing you sing.” Another shout from way back, making Colette shudder. “Sorry, but good luck!”

And gone like that, disappearing into the crowd, into the bright lights and sound that made up this terrifying world Lloyd found himself in.

Yet the nerves passed through him, and his cheeks ached from smiling. I’ll sing…but for you then. But before he would go over his song, he’d sneak a glance at Colette’s routine, eyes for her, voice for her, and the crowd encompassing it all.

#tales of symphonia #colloyd #lloyd irving #colette brunel #presea combatir

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Fic-Mas Day 8: The Dark & The Unknown

Um. Wow. I wasn’t expecting such a response to Hybrid! So I guess I should get working on posting more of that fic officially? :D

I’m going away overnight, and I’m not taking my laptop, so I’m queuing up tomorrow’s post now - hopefully, it will work, but you might end up with Day 9 ridiculously early!

Here we go...

(The beginning of another ‘Alice isn’t human’ fic; I was aiming for some kind of witch or revenant with this fic. It actually evolved into something huge and then devolved into something that is kind of more along the lines of Shadow to Light in length and detail. It just worked better. This is also like the closest I will ever come to writing a sex scene, so... yeah. -- indicate scene change, // indicates that I haven’t finished the chapter/scene/there’s stuff missing.)

She arrives at Forks High suddenly, a tempest in a teacup.

The whispers find them in the carpark, of the ‘weird’ new girl. No one is racing to befriend her, not like with Bella. Jasper can’t decide if Bella is pleased that the attention has finally been diverted from her, or disappointed she is no longer being fawned over. Curiosity at her replacement overwhelm her other feelings.

None of his other siblings really care. Why should they? He only really takes note of the news because of the curiosity, judgement, disdain, superiority, and slight jealousy that roll off the population at large. Whomever the girl is, she probably won’t be wriggling away from potential friends, like Bella did.

He doesn’t think about her again that morning.

The whispers are like smoke, gathering and smothering the crowds. There are the younger girls, spitting cruelty; there are the boys egging each other on, to ask her out. Murmurs about her clothes, and hair, and make-up; about why she moved and who her family are. If she was smart or pretty or friendly.

But he doesn’t see her; just the same faces, the same complaints, the same stew of emotions. The new girl is like a pebble tossed on the surface of a still pond. The only relief is the knowledge is that eventually, the water will settle again.

She is like a supernova, simply appearing in the halls before lunch period, and his mouth goes dry. He doesn’t know what other people see when they look at her, but he is entranced. She is not the meek-looking pariah he expected, the nervous teenage girl navigating unfriendly seas.

She is a goddamn revelation.

She walks down the hallways like she owns them. Her mouth is lush and scarlet; obscenely shiny and enticing. She seems indecent, almost – the sickly white of her skin, the black of her hair and her clothing, and then the red of her lips.

The emotion streams off her so strongly, he can almost see them – black mist streaming behind her, undulating with her movements. She is terrible and glorious, and in over one hundred years, he’s never reacted to someone like this. He wants to be close enough to smell her hair, to see if it’s the sweet-sour scent of moss and rotting flowers that he imagines. He wants to peel the black cloth and lace from her body, and trace his path with his tongue. He wants to rip out her throat, and see if she tastes as rich and luscious as she looks.

She is a disaster.

He leans against the lockers, staring at her as she passes him. Her eyes are violet, and she meets his gaze evenly, the corners of her lips quirking upwards. But she doesn’t stop.

It’s a good thing that he doesn’t share his morning classes with Edward, because if he could hear Jasper’s thoughts right now, he’d kill him on the spot.

The forest behind the school is silent; just her breathing, and the slight wind. No birds or wildlife, none of the hum of the traffic or of the school.

They don’t undress more than necessary, her skirt slid to her hips, and he takes her roughly against a tree, flakes of bark falling into the dirt. She is hot and slick, and silent as he fucks her, his fingers digging into her hips, a growl rising in his chest. She is every bit his fantasy; the smell of damp flowers, the sweetness of her flesh, her willing supplication. His fingers tear through the lace of her tights as he grips her thighs, and the heels of her shoes must be bending, she’s digging them into the backs of his legs so hard.

He knows she isn’t a vampire, but he doesn’t really acknowledge it until the day he catches her sitting in the empty hallways of school during lunch period, wolfing down candy from the vending machine, her little tongue darting out to lick the wrapper. There is something almost disturbing about the way she eats, as if it is the last time she will see food and drink. There is a can of soda, and several wrappers scattered around her.

It is no different from their other encounters, except in little ways. She looks tired, more brittle. Her dress is short and black, but hangs from her body, the lace of the hem brushing a bare strip of thigh that he wants to lick. The circles under her eyes are coal-black, making her eyes seem abnormally large; her lips pale and almost blue. But he never questions the way she paints her face, the way she dresses herself.

She accepts his kiss with a sigh, her lips quirking into something that is almost a smile against his, as he slides her dress over her hips. He groans when he finds her bare underneath, nothing but the wool of her dress and the lace of her tights, and she is fucking delicious.

He is on her instantly, and her sighs and moans fill the silence. Is this how he is supposed to feel when he finds his mate? Her lips trace his throat, and he cannot imagine wanting someone more than this. He wants to possess her, wants her in every way she can give.

That realisation makes him feel like the bottom has dropped out of the world, and he snaps.

It is a moment of pure, exquisite instinct, and he sinks his teeth into her smooth, white throat. Her flesh parts without resistance, her blood rushing to the surface, as he drinks deeply. It rolls down his chin, down her neck, her blood is everywhere. It is the darkest red, and he is in ecstasy. Sex and blood, the two things he has abstained from for so long surrounds him, and he gorges himself.

And then he realises the terrible thing he has done.

The blood is everywhere, all over the leather of the car, splattered on the windows, seeping in her hair and her discarded clothes.

Her eyes are still open, staring at nothing, her skirt still hitched up around her hips. Her lips are slightly parted, as if she had something left to say.

The dark, bloody gash from his feeding taking up more than half of her slim throat, the chain of her necklace falling into the viscera of her ruined neck.

Panic isn’t an emotion he is used to, and this is rapidly spiralling away from panic to sheer, unbridled terror.

Carlisle. Carlisle can fix this.

The idea strikes him suddenly, and he oh-so-gently redresses her. No one will find the car, not tonight; this is very technically still Cullen property and a back route no one outside the family should access. He gathers her up carefully in his arms, cradling her close.

And he runs.

Carlisle can fix this. Carlisle can save her.

He never thought of himself as an optimist.

By the time the house comes into view, he has accepted it. Her body is cooling, her heart is still, her scent is more sour and rotten.

Nothing can fix this. He has slaughtered the first person or thing he can ever remember loving. Ripped into her skin and drained her dry.

He emerges from the forest, no longer running. He already knows what will happen. Carlisle will declare Alice dead, dead, perfectly fucking dead, and he will bury her with his own bare hands before he leaves. There’s chemicals in the garage that will encourage the flames to catch, and then the fire will pull the venom from his flesh and he will finally die, hopefully in extraordinary pain. He’d dream of being reunited with her, but if there is such a thing as an afterlife for vampires, it will not be wherever her sweet self has ended up.

Esme is the first one to see him, her lovely smile vanishing as she absorbs what she is seeing. Jasper wonders if Esme will plant flowers on Alice’s grave for him.

“Oh my god,” Esme is there, gently cupping Alice’s cheek. “Oh Jasper.”

She escorts him inside, her eyes so sad. Rosalie is on the stairs, and her rage is extinguished after she glimpses whatever she sees on his face. Emmett swears and jumps up from the couch, reaching for Alice, but Jasper just clings to her tighter.

“I’ll fetch Carlisle,” Esme murmurs, but it is little more than a hum in his ears.

By the time Carlisle arrives, looking worried, he meets a scene he could not have predicted. Esme waits for him at the door, and her alarm is evident.

Emmett and Rose are in the sitting room with Jasper, who is perched on the couch with Alice. He cradles her tiny body, almost rocking it. Her eyes have been closed – Rosalie’s surprisingly compassionate gesture. He is still covered with her blood.

He has never seen Jasper so broken.

He has never seen Jasper look so young.

“Jasper,” Carlisle crouches in front of him, before he realises that he has no words of comfort, of resolution.

“You were supposed to save her,” Jasper murmured.

“I am truly sorry,” Carlisle said.

#TwilightFicMas2019 #twilight fic #twilight #alice cullen #jasper hale #jalice #alicexjasper #my writing #my fic: the dark and the unknown #wip

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Requested Jade Thirlwall Inspired Baker Boy Outfits

Casual Outfit No.1

Shein Mock Neck Tweed Jumpsuit: £14.99. Who remembers when Zara brought out a collection full of tweed pinafores, co ords and dresses? Inspired by Chanel`s collection at the time they blew everyone's minds away with cheaper alternatives to the designer. These were all the rage back then, and the best thing is they still are. Unfortunately, None of the Zara pieces are available anymore but we did know that Shein had a couple of tweed items on their website. That included this pinafore, It looks designer doesn`t it? It looks like it`s off the high street when in fact it`s only £14.99. Shein is a trusted site to purchase from, Many have and do recommend it so don`t be scared to purchase from them. Continuing reading to see where I`m going with this outfit.

ASOS DESIGN fuller bust long sleeve long sleeve shirt in stretch cotton: £18. Jade loves a white shirt, she loves a shirt in general actually. Her style is very laid back, casual and tomboyish. On the rare occasion does she dress up. So I follow a blogger who I know wore one of those tweed dresses recently and that inspired me to make this outfit. Putting a shirt under the pinafore gives it that modern feeling, that chic and sophisticated young lady coming out in you. Who else is getting Gossip Girl vibes? I understand you might think theirs no Jade inspiration from here but their was a time when she performed on GMA wearing this pinafore dress from Topshop with a pussy bow blouse underneath that is a very similar look to this. But what you can also do is experiment, You don`t have to have a plain boring sleeve..In the summer months you can opt for a bell sleeve top like this one, Or this one,

Collar Bib. Finally, If you wanted to add a bit more glamour or glam to the outfit you can add a bib, No not a babies bib. Collared bibs are collars which you have on shirts but they come separately. Basically you can add a collar to any shirt you want. They used to be all the rage a few years ago but have unfortunately died out. You can get lots of different collars in all sorts of styles and colours with sequins and embellishment. In case your wondering too you don`t have to wear the collared bib on the outside of your top, Simply place it on top of a existing shirt and then add a jumper and no one will even know your wearing a bib.

River Island Black quilted embellished cross body bag: £30. If this outfit hasn`t got Gossip Girls vibes, then it has now. Jade loves a shoulder bag and it wouldn`t be a inspired without one. We decided to go for a shoulder bag because we don`t think a tote bag, or a backpack will go with it, the outfit would lose it`s chicness. So we went for this bag from River Island, Which by the way you can also get in white and pink. This bag gives off Chanel vibes doesn`t it? With it`s quilted black material, gold studs and gold chain. What`s more is that you can get it so much cheaper then a Chanel bag for only £30.

ASOS RAID Dolley Black Patent Heeled Ankle Boots: £34.99. To be honest any boots in this post would go with this outfit. I would also recommend black over the knee boots to go with this outfit as well. Also if you was looking for black boots, I would advise to stay away from sock boots as they are not great support on your feet or ankles and you could topple over and sprain your ankle. So opt for more of the ones that look wider.

Casual Outfit No.2

Stradivarius shirt dress in gingham print: £19.99. Back in 2014 I think Jade was obsessed with this print, This print has slightly died off over the years but it still remains today and now it`s in our post. So as I have stated before Jade`s style is very tomboyish and laid back. Sometimes she also goes for the grunge look as well and we feel as though this dress gives off this vibe. The dress isn't synched in or hasn`t got any fasteners or a belt added to it to make it look neat and perfect, instead it`s just left to hang by itself which is ok, nothing wrong with that. Not everyone wants the world to see a bloated belly. Leaving it free gives it a more casual look, grunge look. Nevertheless you could add a belt, But that would make the dress more shorter, more creased and more cutesy rather then laid back.

Dr Martens Modern Classics Smooth 1460 8-Eye Boots: £130. If this outfit wasn`t grunge enough, it is now. Jade loves her Dr Martens, And so does 90% of the planet I believe. These are expensive but you can get cheaper alternatives on the market.

Casual Wear/Night Outfit No.1

H&M Pleated skirt: £19.99. This skirt is what I think makes this outfit, I took inspiration from Jade`s times she has worn skirts like these like in Australia and during a occasion once a couple of years ago. If you didn`t want the bother of squeezing into something tight like jeans and just wanted to feel comfortable and free then this is for you. As I state above this can either be worn casually or for a night out, you don`t have to dress up to the nines for a night out with friends..What is the point of going on a night out and ruining your £90 dress anyway? If you wanted too you could add a belt for safe measures to make sure you don`t have any mishaps. What`s more is that this skirt comes in a variety of colours and is quite cheap. I`m giving a lot of Gossip Girl vibes in this post arent I? That wasn`t intentional btw.

Zara ALICE IN WONDERLAND ©DISNEY T-SHIRT: £15.99. What`s that I hear? You did not know Zara did such amazing Disney clothes? Oh boy have you been missing out. Not only do Zara do Disney clothes for kids but they do them for adults as well. This Alice In Wonderland shirt is apart of their collection too along with Daffy Duck, Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck. We decided to add this shirt to this outfit not only because Jade is a massive lover of Disney but because it`s simply amazing and we can`t get enough of it. Dress it up or dress it down, It`s a staple piece of the outfit. I will no doubt reckon you will get loads of compliments on this shirt. So go on ahead and let out your inner child out.

PrettyLittleThing BLACK SATIN BUTTON FRONT SHIRT: £22. We decided to add a alternative shirt to this outfit in case you thought the top was too casual or you rather saved Alice for a tea party. So we opted for a black satin shirt, These particular ones from PLT are popular, Every blogger loves them they are a staple piece and go with everything and anything. They are so popular that PLT have to keep getting them back in stock - You can dress the top up and down, so leave a few buttons unbuttoned or you can button it up. So why be left out, Go on ahead and purchase yourself one. I must not forget too they come in a variety of colours for only £22!.

Topshop Taz Diamante Frame Pouch: £25. We love this purse and we think Jade would love it too? Jade loves a shoulder bag as we stated before, She has a whole array of shoulder bags to choose from for a day/night out. We think she would love this one too because it screams her name, It`s cute and dainty just like herself. Out of all the bags I have on offer in this post today this is the one she would wear the most, 100% guaranteed.

Casual Outfit/Night Out No.1

ASOS DESIGN Endless suede heeled boots: £65. In life today we push boundaries, we push ourselves out of our comfort zone and that includes fashion. This outfit is exactly that - We are pushing ourselves out of our comfort zone and trying something new and fresh, Something we wouldn`t wear on a daily basis, We are bringing the fire back into our lives and making it more interesting. I decided to add these boots to the look because why not? Why be like everyone else and dress the same? You want to feel comfortable but look chic at the same time - This outfit does exactly that. You can also opt for any other boots in this post and pair it with this outfit.

Casua/Night Out Outfit No.2

ASOS Only denim shirt: £26. A couple of weeks ago Jade was seen on a night out wearing denim on denim and this is where my inspiration for this outfit came from. So we was unable to find Jade`s outfit from that night, So here are some alternatives. Now, Again you can either dress this up casually or for a night out. You can dress it like Jade did with some buttons undone, tucked into your jeans with brown accessories

.ASOS Weekday mile bootcut jeans in mid blue: £40. Just like Jade we paired the look with flared jeans, Now I know what most young people think when they see flared jeans that arent modern, They would think they would look their dad in the 70s/80s. That`s not the case because I wouldn`t do that either and I tried to find the most subtle flared jeans I could and I came across these. Bare in mind their is flared jeans that are longer and more sexier and attractive on the leg out in the world but I don`t have a lot of time so these will make do. I`m not sure if these are the correct colour to match with the shirt, But a lot of places do denim co-ords like Topshop.

ASOS DESIGN Ridley high waist skinny jeans in dark stone wash with raw hem detail: £25. In case you wasn`t interested in the flared jeans or they arent your thing, Then we also went and got some skinny jeans for you. Whether it`s skinny or flared they will make the outfit look good, So don`t worry if you think it`s starting to look old fashioned.

New Look block heel boot in snake print: £19.99. What Jade did with her outfit is team it with some ankle boots, So that`s what we did too albeit it`s not the same ones. She teamed hers with red/brown boots, We did try and find some similar boots but the brown boots on offer wasn`t tickling our pickle. So we opted for some snake skin ones from New Look, She has worn snake skin before so don`t worry this is nothing new. What Jade did with her denim look was have blue clothes and brown accessories. People say sometimes that people over do it with the accessories, Not if you do it Miss Thirlwalls way you don`t. Simply adding accessories to a outfit in the same colour gives it a vibe of you over did it but you didn`t.

H&M Leather belt: £12.99 Going off from what I said previously she added a brown belt to her look. You can also choose from a variety of colours on the H&M website of this belt too.

PrettyLittleThing beaded mini bag with resin handle in brown: £28. Last but not least, You need something to put all of your bits and bobs in now don`t we? Or otherwise will never see them again. So we opted for this brown beaded bag from PLT. These bags, If you have been taking a look on the catwalks and HS shops lately you will find these bags everywhere, They are very popular at the moment. The beaded design is on trend and so is the tortoiseshell design, Which you can not only find on bags but on belts, buttons and shoes as well. They mixed those two together and produced this baby. Places like Zara and Mango are known for these bags, but they sometimes cost a arm and a leg and we all haven`t got the money to fork out, So we found this cheaper alternative.

Casual/Night Out Outfit No.3

Boohoo Ruched Waist Maxi Duster Jacket: £13.50. Again, This outfit is inspired by one of Jade`s recent nights out. She wore a black cardigan with a Fiorucci crop top, belt and some ripped jeans with some boots. This look is you have a event at 8pm and then dinner at 9pm vibe to it. You can dress it up or down, wear it casually or for a night out it`s your choice. The cardigan would be ideal for the summer months, or when it`s transitioning into summer like it is now and you can`t decide whether it`s cold or hot.

PrettyLittleThing OVERSIZED CROP T SHIRT: £8. So like Jade I also opted for a crop top. Advice on crop tops if your not keen on your waist/hips and your jeans arent high waisted. I would go for a crop top like this one, They are what I call box/boxy tops even though PLT doesn`t state that. Box tops are longer and are in the style of a box, So if you wanted to show a little tummy you would opt for this, Alas if you didn`t like your arms you would also go for something like this. These are a much better alternative to a high cut crop top, We all have the same problems...You want to wear a crop top but you don`t like your stomach or your hips or waist, So what can I do? These are the best and I couldn`t praise that enough, Even I have some of these stashed away. What`s even better is that they are versatile and you can wear these for lounging around, too quickly throw on or for a night out. They also come in a variety of colours.

Topshop Bleach Flap Rip Mom Jeans: £42. Jade`s ripped jeans were from Topshop but are no longer available, these are not the same ones but they are great alternatives.

Office Azul Sock Boots Black: £72. We quite literally took everything Jade was wearing and used it too, She went for boots and so are we. I love these boots, I think these are my favourite. They may be a bit expensive but if you think about how much wear your going to get out of them and how much they will change and add to your outfits then they are worth it. However, If you wanted to opt for something different then keep on reading to the post below.

White trainers: I guess this is where the casual part of the outfit comes in, White low trainers are on trend at the moment, So on trend that we couldn`t decide which trainer/brand to show you. So we added a link to a whole range of white trainers you can add to this look. Again think about how versatile they would be, How much use you would get out of them. I added these because they would look great with the jeans and a belt and a crop top and again we`re going back to feeling comfortable and fresh.

H&M Narrow belt: £6.99. On the night Jade had a belt that had zebra print and yellow in it, We didn`t want that. So we opted for this black belt with gold hardware. These belts are really popular at the moment, especially the ones with the gold hardware rings. They are all inspired by Gucci`s famous GG belts which of course the girls love to wear, But none of us are rich and we`re all poor AF. So this is a great alternative. Edit: I did realise I added the wrong belt, But here is the actual belt from Topshop

Topshop Tara Soft PU Tote Bag: £15. Again, These bags are becoming popular. They call it a tote bag but I see it more of as a pouch bag, it has the silver hardware handles with the black leather material and slouch design. It`s sort of like a paper bag really isnt it? I don`t know why these are becoming popular but if you have a look on sites like Topshop and ASOS they are everywhere, So why not get in on the trend?

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Lovers of Mine

Chapter One

Synophosis: Natala Halvorsen was Queen of Sicily and Norway when a group of traveling nobles made their way into her kingdom and into her life. Changed into an immortal being in 1113 A.D, she suddenly awakens another part of her that she believed to be dead. Soon, she becomes a sole interest of wicked games for the Mikaelson family. What happens after Natala resurfaces after being thought dead for over 100 years? 800 years by their side and she abandons the without a second thought.

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Palermo, Sicily ❁1103 A.D.

"Must I, father? I do not even know the boy!" a young woman stood in the common area of her family home. Lavish, marble columns supporting the open ceiling, revealing the bright blue sky. The columns were Roman: the ionic columns were so elegantly carved into perfection: the rippled swirl the top rim spouted on both sides. She was hugging her delicate body tightly, trying to find warmth in the sweet, autumn morning. Her hair was loose and the gentle curls fell graciously to the low of her back.

"Yes, la mia Stella." her father sweetly responded, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. She smiled disconsolately at his nickname for her. 'Star' because he always said that her eyes reminded him of the midnight stars shining in the sky. "The King saw you on one his trips down here, spotting you running along the field of brooms. He believes that you would be more than a perfect match for his eldest son, Petter, heir to the throne." he continued to explain the predicament using a soothing voice but it only worried her more.

"My sweet Natala, this could be good for us. Good for our home, this union shall form an alliance between two strong kingdoms. And it shall be because of you, Cara figlia. It is your responsibility as a princess." Natala's head hung low as she merely nodded, who was she to question what her father said was right for her kingdom? No matter how much she wanted nothing to do with it.

New Orleans ❁2010

Natala Halvorsen was uniquely blessed with startling features, with alice-blue eyes that almost appeared a white heaven hue, reminding many of the Arctic Tundra. Her skin was a mixture of ivory and honey, sprinkled in layers of freckles. Her facial features were prominent, cheekbones high and her plump, pink lips causing both male and female alike to flush with desire. Her eyelashes were long, perfect to peek under when she played coy with her latest victims. Her button nose, and her small little ears giving the impression of innocence though one look into her startling eyes, one knew different. Natala's heart-shaped face boded well with her luscious, raven-black hair that added the deepest contrast to her entire appearance as it fell effortlessly past her elbows. She was slim, sign a medium build and it was safe to say she was beautiful, perfect even.

Much like anyone else in the world, Natala had much history under her belt, perhaps a little too much. No one truly knew who she was because she never allowed anyone in- not her family, not her friends and none of her lovers. So much mystery was hidden in her eyes which was incredible considering the saying that you can tell what someone is truly feeling by looking deeply into them. Natala wondered if such a silly quote had any shred of veracity in it.

She wasn't perfect by any means but of course, some of us have a reputation to hold up. According to the little birds that floated around the supernatural world, Natala was calculating, cold, and charismatic. At first impression, most would become captivated by her beauty then startled by the small malicious smile that always seemed to be on her face, like it was frozen there. However, Natala wasn't always like this, then again she doubts anyone ever was. People go through terrible things that have this immense power to shape how their life turns out. She remembered when her heart was light, when she was the epitome of 'kind' and when things were just... simple.

She often found herself reflecting how her life had changed through the centuries, there were so much tragedy and pain but there was also the good and love. After all, without darkness, there cannot be light. It was sad just how true that saying was, Natala would know seeing as she witnessed both sides of the spectrum.

Currently, Natala found herself sitting at Rousseau's, a place that always seemed to be the entertainment center of the French Quarter. It was no secret that around her, people were buzzing with laughter, while some were whispering to their friends, trying to inconspicuously point Natala out. Oh yes, she stuck out like a sore thumb and she knew it. Not that she minded. However, she wasn't just yet ready to be discovered by whoever the gossiping rats behind her report to. It was as if Natala struck gold because not even a moment later, music from the main stage began playing, distracting whoever was watching her. Natala took this opportunity to hide—in plain sight, of course.

The French rustic aesthetic clashed with the jazz music that coalesced with this picturesque café. However, it was a soft, smooth, sexy jazz. There was a tall black man playing the Tenor Saxophone on the far right of the stage. There he was, dressed so dapper in a black suit and blue tie. The sweat on his head glimmered from the minimal light that was projected onto them. There was also a cello player dressed in a cute, youthful dress. It was all black, but her sleeves end just before her elbow. The dress is figure-hugging until her waist and it flows out—much like a small ballgown. She wore black-translucent nylons and velvet two-inch heels. There was a snare drum player wearing sunglasses—sitting on a doctors stool and wearing a fedora. There was lastly a trumpet player and a clarinet player—both obvious twins. They both shared the same strawberry blonde hair that was so evenly curled in the back. Their Prussian blue eyes and rosy cheeks allowed them to stand out. Natala found it quirky and cute the way they wore the same outfit as well—consisting of a plain white t-shirt dress, a black-denim overall dress, black tights, and black open-toed heels.

The upbeat, jazz tune swirled around the bar, a collection of bodies swooning and swaying with the sound of the music as it vibrated against the building. All eyes were on them, watching as they masterfully ran their fingers over their instruments. Natala moved her body along in sync with everyone else's and it was now nearly impossible to spot her. She loved the way the city had come such a long way since she first set her feet on its grounds in 1755. Natala took noticed of the rustic aesthetic of the powder white lamps that dangled over the hickory brown tables shimmered a calming vibe. These same tables were easily hand-carved and sanded down to its perfection by a person—not a machine. The detail in the tables was incredible—each sliver and ring was glossed over by a translucent, even finish. In the center of these tables were ceramic white vases with slivers and splotches of brown on them—and in these vases were a single bright, golden sunflower.

To Natala's right, she watched as a couple was completely engrossed in each other's presence. She watched as the woman let out a small giggle as her lover left a trail of bittersweet kisses from her forehead down to her chin, then back to her lips. Natala would never admit out loud but she missed the feeling of waking up next to someone, missed the feeling of their body keeping her own warm and safe. She sighed deeply as she pushed the ridiculous thought from her mind, as there was no point in dwelling on things that are dead and gone.

Natala barely noticed the group had stopped playing, most likely to take a break, but nonetheless, the crowd has shifted out the door, leaving her uncovered. Before Natala has a chance to move, two local vampire thugs appeared on either side of her, systematically trapping her in the bar seat. Her face completely void of emotion and her signature, malicious smile forming on her lipstick stained lips, she spun around in the seat, resting her elbows gentle against the bar.

"May I help you, gentlemen?" Natala's voice was icy and full of disastrous intent, she never did take being threatened lightly, at least not anymore. Natala twirled a section of her hair between her fingers, her stiletto length nails poking through. The man on her right was rather handsome with dark hair and blue eyes, similar to herself. The cap on his head seemed to draw his entire appearance together, making him look like a musician of some sort, sporting a rather simplistic choice of clothing. To her left was a man with tawny-brown skin, caramel eyes, and dark brown curly hair which oddly reminded her of the rich soil of her homeland. He appeared to be the complete opposite of the first man, searing as his style was more rocker-ish.

"Never seen you around here before." man number two responded in a hostile tone, causing Natala to arch an eyebrow ever so slightly.

"I do suppose that's what happens when the city you live in is a tourist attraction." Natala quip playfully, grabbing her drink from behind her, she keeps her eyes downward, keeping up the whole 'I have no interest in this' façade for the mere drama of it. Her senses spiking, another man walked into the bar and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the two men standing beside her go rigid like they were a company and their commander was present.

"Thierry. Diego. What are you two doing bothering this lovely woman?" Natala looked up through her long lashes as her icy blue eyes landed on an extremely attractive man. Natala smiled knowingly, taking in his sense of style which appeared to be form-fitting T-shirts that highlighted his sculpted abs underneath. His skin was dark, similar to rocker man on her left that Natala could now identify as 'Diego', she noticed that his eyes were also just as dark and her lips sported a very mischievous grin.

"Just checking her out, Marcel, making sure she isn't a threat," Diego spoke and Natala could almost hear the respect in his voice. She remembered all too well what that was like, remembered the way her subjects dotted upon her like a fragile ornament that would surely shatter but still respected her to only the highest standards. It's was funny to her how much Marcel reminded her of someone she once knew. For just a few moments, Natala's mind drifted many centuries back to when she was a human and held a high title.

Oslo, Norway ❁1112 A.D.

"I am not a house made out of glass, Lord Jorian! I am more than capable of taking care of myself." Natala, now at the bare age of twenty exasperated to her Hand of the Queen, Jorian Alveright. Natala understood why he was always so protective of her, after all it was his bloody oath.

"I understand that Your Grace and I am not denying it. There is no doubt whatsoever that you can handle yourself as you have proved that more times than I can count in the war room. However, despite that, it is my job to keep you safe, at all costs. You are a true monarch, one of the bravest Norway has seen in a few years, it is no secret that everyone is looking up to you. You deserve more than what you are getting." Jorian stood upright, one hand resting by his side and the other on the hilt of his sword. He was a brave man, terribly scared from years of war but his white hair loosely slicked back showed off his impressive features. Natala could truthfully answer that her favorite thing about him was his eyes. They were a unique shade of green with a violent burst of a low hue yellow in them.

Natala stopped her pacing in her chambers and turned to face him, smiling gingerly; "I know this, my Lord and I thank you so much. I do not know where I would be without a trusty adviser and friend as yourself. As for the people of Norway, they needn't worry, I have no plans of going anywhere soon. Petter is a good King, a good man, but sometimes too much power can eat whatever shred of decency is in man." She places a hand on his shoulder as she walked past him, humming a sweet tune as she walked away- Jorian keeping a fair distance, as always.

Present ❁

Marcel grinned like a Cheshire cat, patting a heavy hand upon his little soldier's shoulders. "I got this, you guys can take off." his voice was rich, making Natala smile and without another word, they abide the request, or rather command. Natala's attention was brought back by the heavy sound of Marcel's hand collided with their shoulders. When they were out of sight, Marcel sat in the stool next to her, keeping that lovely smirk on his face. He held out a hand, offering to shake it, which Natala took gracefully. "Natala Halverson, as I live and breathe. Damn, girl, it's good to see you!" Marcel was oddly cheerful and Natala liked the way dimples formed deeply on his face. He still oh so beautiful in her eyes. Taking another sip of her drink, Natala's eyes twinkled with curiosity and happiness to see this man again.

"Marcellus Gerard. Look at you, King of New Orleans. Tell me, how does it feel?" Natala winked at Marcel knowingly. When he was a boy, Natala told him stories of how she really was once upon a time a Queen of two great kingdoms and how it felt to be a very important person with immense responsibilities. Marcel's face broke into a wide as he raised to the bartender, signaling for a drink which she brought over fairly quickly. Natala managed to capture a better look at the woman, taking in her face which possessed long lashes and a strong jawline. It just seemed that everyone in New Orleans was attractive, not that Natala minded. She liked to appreciate the beauty of others. "It's great, I feel like I'm on top of the world. But some days it kicks my ass." he gushed, taking a sip from his glass. Natala laughed and raised her glass to Marcel, indicating she agreed with his statement.

"You know, last I heard, you were dead." Natala raised her eyebrow and a small smile was fighting its way to the front. Marcel returned the smile and let out a long sigh. "I can say the same thing for you." Natala played with the ends of her hair, twirling the strands through her delicate fingers, the year was 1919 and a new dark witch who went by the name 'Papa Tunde' had waltzed into New Orleans, claiming himself as the new leader of the witches. Natala had crossed paths with him the first time when he had interrupted a meeting between Klaus, Elijah, and the Guerrera family. The second time around, she hadn't been so lucky, as the man had linked their lives together in order to draw out more power and then only a few mere hours after that Klaus had delivered the severed head of his twin sons and gouged out his eyes. Natala's screamed had caused Klaus' triumph to only last a few moments when he turned around and found her on the ground, Elijah holding her limp body.

Unbeknownst to them, Natala was always one for keeping herself protected. After all, it was a given if you were going to run with one of the deadliest family in the supernatural world. In event of any death such as this, she had created a spell that would bring her soul back to her body. Highly similar to the Gilbert rings which protected the wearer against death that she had come across years ago when she was in Mystic Falls, except this spell worked on supernatural beings.

A gentle chime from Natala's phone adverted her attention away from Marcel as she looked at the caller I.D not immediately recognizing the number. "Chi è?" 'Who is this?' She responded in Italian as she always did, loving the way the language just rolled off her tongue. Marcel listened in on Natala's conversation and she took notice of that which prompted her to give him a scowl as she shoved him away like a scolding parent. A sweet laugh fell from his lips that made Natala immediately smile. There were very, very few people who Natala held close to her heart and Marcel was one of them, in a way, he was like a brother that she never had.

After a few minutes of simple, short-end answers, Natala tucked her phone back into her pocket, dragging out a long sigh. "Oh, the things I do for family. Sadly, it seems two particular twits are need of my help so I have to cut our reunion short." Natala got up from her seat and Marcel followed suit, they stood before each other for a few minutes, neither of them saying anything. Marcel then brought Natala into a hug which for the first few seconds, she almost immediately rejected but quickly she relaxed her body and gave in. "I'll see you soon," she said, breaking away from the hug and walking away from him. Who knew how long it would be before she saw him again?

Walking through the French Quarter, Natala breathed in the invigorating scent of the New Orleans culture. She had been to every country, every small town in her many centuries alive, but as long as she lived, this city would forever be one of her ultimate favorites. It didn't take long for Natala to board a plane and fly back to one of the most dreadful towns she had ever stepped a foot in; Mystic Falls, Virginia.

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

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Credit to @fafulous bc co-author and totally nice :((((

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Edmund pevensie Imagine

Follow into her Wonderland (Part 1)

Sorry for any mistakes English is not my first language

I sat there just day dreaming and looked hypnotized out of the window. "Everything is alright?" I heard the asking voice of the dark haird boy. "Yeah just thinking." I answered like it was nothing special. "About what? The other worlds?" Edmund suspected. "Just one world. The last time I was there you didn't believe me so please don't ask about that, it's uncomfortable." I meant maybe a bit too harsh. "The last time I didn't believe that other worlds could exist. And now I know they exist. But you know it too that I and my siblings was in Narnia." he explained and subliminal he was sorry for the last time, that is now 2 years ago. "I know but it always ran through my head how you laughed about me and yeah..no good memory." I founded. "What would you say when I ask you to show me the Wonderland?" he asked a bit insecure. The whole time we was talking I didn't look at him, just out of the window. The sun was high above us, at least I think so the grey clouds covered the sun and the sky. "I don't know, I would like to show you but I don't know if this is right." I meant. I couldn't imagine what could happen when you brought a person with you. In the Wonderland I wasn't (Y/N) they always called me Alice, and I didn't know the reason why. "Why it should be not right?" Edmund asked me out. This time with serious interest. "The rules are not like in our world, every little move you make could be a chaos or could be good, no one can say what will happen. Wonderland is a strange place." I explained. "At least we could try? Listen, I am sorry for that what happened the years ago. I really want to make everything ok between us, like the time when we were children. We was friends and now we are not really, at least at feel so. And I know to make everything ok is not just a sorry for you." he finally spoke out what his issue was. Then my face turned the first time to him. He was so serious and honest so I stand up. "Then we should go." I meant and took his hand in mine. I walked in front of him and his steps followed me and he hold my hand close. Like we were children or friends we walked to the tree that stand in the garden. It was now years ago since I was there, I never knew if I want to go back or not. It was beautiful and I had friends there but it also was disturbing in some way. The smell of the fresh air and the green gras found the way into my nose and this was the beginning of the adventure that was coming. I still hold his hand when we stand before the rabbit hole that was by this tree. The tree was more white and had no leaves, it was like a mystery. "This is the way to it?" Edmund suggested. I just nodded. I knelt down and let go of his hand. I wanted to see if the Wonderland is "open". So both of my hands grabbed the sides of the rabbit hole and I got something like a vision or a sign that we can walk trough. I saw the teapots, a big hat, to rabbit ears and a carousel. And than my ghost came back to my body, it felt like it left it. "What, what was you doing? Your eyes truned into clocks it was, not what I expected." "I wanted to see if the Wonderland can be visit." I just meant. So then without a single word I put my head in it and crawled deep in it. "Just follow me, Ed." I yelled to him because he wasn't coming with me. With a deep breath he followed my lead and suddenly the ground under us was gone. The typical way to came to it. At first we falled fast and I nearly screamed like Edmund. But he noticed that we were falling and falling so he forgot to scream, he just wondered. "Just relax, nothing to fear about." I said to calm him. And float to him. My hair that fluttered in the air and I grabbed his face to turn it to me. "We will not die while we fall. It's a long fall but a fall with so many secrets, do you see?" I asked and pointed to the things that are among us. Clocks, chairs, books other things that are very old and had a own story how they came to this place. "A fall in the unkonwn." he said the right thing. "Exactly." I smiled and float a bit away fom him. After the silence the fall ended with a hard ground but I didn't hurt much and Edmund fell beside me. "Magical?" I asked him. "More than I expected." he laughed still amazed about the fall. My knees was a bit weak but I stand up like Edmund. "We just have to went through this door and we are there." I began to speak more it was a kind of happiness I felt right now. "You'd tell Lucy that you had to drink something before you could walk through?" he wondered that it was different this time. "The last time was the last time. One rule: Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. Everything is nonsense." I told him knowing what the Wonderland is. "Really everything?" he asked. "Nearly all things you see. Every little bit is different or completly different than you know them." I added so he understand. We stand in the room with normal height and I wanted to open the door but nothing moved, even the wood was like a stone wall. Nothing shook when you tried to open it. "Wait a second." Edmund meant and gently he pushed me to the side and he tried his best to open it with all the strength he had. I looked around the room, nothing... just nothing that we could use. "They want that we solve the riddle." I meant and tapped trhough the room that seemed empty. "It is a bit difficult but every little detail or things you can't see you have to try to notice." was the next thing. "A thing that you can't see to find." he sighed but understand. "The rules of this world are very complicated." he said but chuckled while he walked through the room to finde any clue. "Complicated a very nice word for it." I just laughed. And I searched in the corner. And I really find something. It was small really, really small. "Edmund?" my voice asked him. He saw that I found something so with quick steps he wanted to reach me but I could hear him stumble. I looked over my shoulder. "I think we've found the thing we can't see." he just said and tried to find it with his hands. "and I found a very, very small tablet with ingredients." I reported him. I picked it up very carful not to let something fall. "It, it feels like a bowl and a whisk." he said not really believing that he had a bowl and a whisk in his hands. "We have to bake...At least something that could help us." I suggested and he hold the bowl whil I did everything we had in it. The liquid that seem to be very less was so much we feard it could be to much. I put the rest in it and stir it with the whisk. It was just something that was close to a cake dough. "I think it is ready..." I meant not sure what we should do next. I mean for a cake we couldn't bake it somewhere. "Maybe we should just eat it?" Edmund meant and took a bit from the dough on his finger tip. "You don't know what could happen." I warned so he wouldn't put in his mouth. "That is the thing right? You do things and don't know what could happen? I think just to try things is the only way we can take, right?" he was just thinking logical. "But together." I sighed and put a bit on my finger tip. "At 3...1...2...3." I counted and we both put it in our mouthes and swallowed it. Suddelny a very bright light exploded and you thought it was the sun, but know just a thing that brought us in the Wonderland. I couldn't see anything it was like I was blinde, at least for a short moment but I heard birds. "Edmund." I asked with the hope to find him. "(Y/N)?" he asked back. After a short time I could see again like him and yeah we was in Wonderland. And the birds were no birds they was cups with beaks on it. I truned to my friend and saw he was dressed in complete other things.

And I was in the clothes from the last time a blue dress with a white apron. "And this is Wonderland." I introduced him this world..."This is so different than, our world or Narnia." he whispered when he saw it in his whole glory. "I have to show you my friends, I hope we finde them. I sighed happy to be here, and forgot the danger that could lurk. "Wich friends? Tell me." he demanded and eyeing his new clothes. "The hatter, the mock turtle, cheshire cat and the knave of hearts." I counted them. "But now we should began to search them." I smiled. Edmund smiled too at me. "It is an honor to be in your Wonderland, (Y/N)." he said and bowed slightly with a chuckle. "Now come on." I just yelled a bit and grabbed his hand to walk with him into the woods. Into the deep woods that could be terrifying by night and when you don't where to step also by daylight, but this was a thing I blend out at least for a while.... Just me and Edmund in Wonderland. He will love it, the interesting animals or things. The hidden secrets, the mad hatter and of course he would like the tea he made. The both could understand well. And suddelny I just laugh, laughed about the joy and the good memory I had. "What is so funny?" Ed asked also amused that he saw me laughing. " I don't know, it's so long ago but it is so great to be here, to show you. Please let us take all the time we need to find everyone of them." I truned my face to him and made puppy eyes. "It is your world, so you know what the best is. When the taks is to find your friends we will take us the time." he said to me and made me sure we wouldn't leave earlier. But before we continued I stopped. "Just thank you that you are comming with me. The last time the first thing I wished that you could be here too." I told him. In the past we was so good friends, always shared a secret, laughed about so many things. But one day I crawled into the rabbit hole because I had seen a interestin rabbit that was bigger than all the rest, with a hat on it and a suit. When I came back he thought he was just laughing at me and meant that I wouldn't talk the truth. Although I showed him the hole he never took it serious. So that was the point when our friendship began to brake until it was nothing really left. Over the years he changed at he apologized so much I couldn't count but it was still hurting me. And Edmund understood that it would take a long time that I would forgive him. But now just the question that he wanted to see it too, made my heart flutter, made me more relax in my head and heart....

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Trick or Treat - An Eric & Fox Halloween Oneshot

Rating: M (SMUT, SMUT, BEAUTIFUL SMUT)

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THIS STORY IS A PRETTY COMMON HALLOWEEN THEME, BUT HERE IS MY TAKE ON FOX AND ERIC, ENJOY…. I DID

“This is going to be great!” Ally enthused, sitting back. “Okay, blink.”

I blinked, feeling the fake eyelashes settle awkwardly on my lids. “They feel weird.”

“They’re supposed to,” Ally reached for her lip gloss then turned back to me. “Don’t touch them!”

I dropped my hand like a guilty child, sufficiently chagrined and curled my fingers against my thighs. I jumped slightly when I felt bare skin and looked down. I always wore jeans, training pants, sweats or the occasional capris; I never wore skirts and certainly not skirts this short. Seeing me finger my hemline Ally snorted and rolled her eyes.

“Are you sure you’re even Dauntless?”

“Graduated higher than you.” I muttered, sneaking a grin at my best friend. This was a running joke for us, although we’d both scored high in our initiation class, you’d have a hard time believing it, of me at least. I never wore the skimpy outfits Dauntless women were known for, and I had no visible tattoos or piercings beyond my bottom lip, even my hair was it’s natural shade; but that isn’t saying much, it’s goddamn fox-pelt red, hence my Dauntless name, Fox. Shit, I was a square, man, no wonder I didn’t have a boyfriend.

Tonight was Dauntless’ annual Halloween party, and if there was ever a faction tailor-made for a holiday, and vice versa, it was Dauntless and All Hallow’s Eve. The whole Pit was decorated in black and cobwebs, skeletons and fake ghosts, and the speakers spewed a constant mix of hellish grunge metal and angry alternative rock, bands like Marilyn Manson, Rob Zombie and Alice Cooper, interspersed with an occasional, completely incongruous word vomit of some song called ‘The Monster Mash’. Ally, my best friend and fellow transfer (Erudite for her, Abnegation for me), had managed to convince me to dress up tonight and attend the annual party, whereas last year I’d been able to beg off, feigning a convincing chest cold, and the year before that we’d been initiates, and banned from the legendary festivities.

She’d even managed to pour me into a tiny embarrassment of a dress, more torn lace and black satin than anything else, with a corset body that pushed my not-inconsiderable chest directly up under my chin, and also lacked anything resembling a skirt, merely a few anaemic swatches of satin and lace tangled together that barely covered the ass I had, well, worked my ass off for doing squats. The black silk boyshorts I wore underneath covered more than the damn skirt did but Ally had begged and pleaded for me to dress her counterpoint, the dark twin to her slutty angel, so here we were, the Yin and Yang of barely covered naughty bits. I even wore a long black straight wig, I didn’t recognize myself at all.

Ally’s dress was no better, and, other than the colour, was not virginal or angelic in anyway, but, as Ally had reminded me at least a half-dozen times in the last hour, Halloween was the night it was okay to dress up as a slut, that’s what every girl was, even if she had mouse ears on her head, she was probably wearing lingerie and was a ‘slutty mouse’. I didn’t understand the appeal, but Ally had been talking about nothing else since mid-September and I was, despite myself, getting excited about the upcoming night.

“Don’t worry about anything, just find a guy with a costume you like and start making out with him.” Ally continued, putting the finishing touches on my blood-red lips.

“No frickin’ way,” I replied, watching as she grabbed a different tube of lip gloss, this a pearlescent white and started coating her own mouth. “I not making out with anyone.”

“It doesn’t count if you’re wearing a costume,” Ally replied, smoothing down her dyed-platinum blonde hair, ironed straight as a board and hanging almost to her ass.

“It also doesn’t count if you don’t do it,” I replied stubbornly. I’d never really connected with the opposite sex here at Dauntless, they were all loud and muscular, sweaty and aggressive, yelling non-stop at each other in the mess hall, throwing food and challenging each other to fights in the Pit. I’d taken care of enough children when I was a Stiff, I didn’t feel like doing it now. Fortunately, my job as a tattoo artist was fairly obligation-free. I was waitlisted for a leadership spot, probably in the Ambassador or Family Resources division, but so far nothing had come up. I was content for now, however, tattooing and my apprenticeship for body-piercing was almost complete. My interactions with man-children was fortunately limited, once their ink was done I could kick them out of my chair.

“He might be there.” Ally sing-songed, fitting her gauzy angel wings to her back.

“Who?” I replied mulishly. We both knew goddamn well who he was, but damned if I was going to say his name.

“Eric,” Ally sang, winking at me. I snorted and looked away. Ally walked up behind me in the mirror and grinned over my shoulder. “Yeah, and I hear he’s single now. Him and Zoë broke up.”

“So?”

“Sssooo, now’s your chance.”

I made a fart noise with my lips. “Bullshit.” The brick wall otherwise known as Eric Coulter had his choice of women here at Dauntless, most of which were willing to ride that walking cock with no strings attached, he’d never looked my way before, why would he now? With the exception of his nerve-wracking lurking around our initiation training two years ago, I never even saw the guy around. I was pretty sure I was at the bottom of his list of desired conquests.

“Okay,” Ally grinned, “whatever you say Foxy…. Ready to go?”

I took a deep breath and nodded. “Ready as I’m ever going to be.”

We held hands as we reached the edge of the Pit; the music was even louder down here, vibrating through the floor and I scanned the writhing crowd. Everyone was in costumes of varying complexity and detail and, just like I’d guessed, most of the girls were wearing more skin than clothes, although few seemed to have gone with a good/bad twin theme like Ally and I had. I rapidly grew uncomfortable as someone recognized me and began elbowing their neighbours, stunned by what I was wearing. A few of my tattoos were finally visible and I saw a lot of eyes widening as they started to realize I wasn’t quite the prude everyone thought.

Ally squeezed my hand and grinned at me, pulling me towards the bar and I felt a hand drop onto my shoulder. I turned my head to see Uriah Pedrad, one of the few people I considered a friend, who insisted on only me for his tattoos, staring at me in drunken shock. He leaned in close, brow furrowed before he finally realized who I was; it was probably the small chevron scar on the corner of my lip, courtesy of my snake bite piercing getting ripped out one night, that gave me away.

“Holy shit, Foxy Loxy,” he slurred, grinning widely, his cowboy hat askew and button-down shirt undone enough to show off his ‘Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy’ t-shirt underneath. “You look diff’rent, but shit, you look GOOD!”

“Thanks Uri,” I mumbled, red-faced. His large hand suddenly slapped my back. “An’ I love yur wings!”

Tattooed across my back were a large pair of black raven’s wings and written vertically down my spine was ‘Fallen Angel’. Nobody besides Ally and my occasional boyfriends had ever seen these, even when I wore my usual muscle shirts all anyone could see was a non-descript black curve on the backs of my shoulders.

“Holy sheeet, yur a babe!” Uriah babbled.

Ally rolled her eyes and handed me a plastic cup. “Drink,” she ordered me. “It’s a double, you’re going to need it.”

Fortunately, Uriah had a short attention span and soon found himself getting his ass kicked in a modified game of beer pong. I watched him for awhile, couldn’t help but smile at the big doofus. Ally was pulled out right away for a dance by a guy dressed as a mummy and I smiled at them. She’d never had any problems making friends or interacting with guys. She was always the life of the party and sometimes I wondered just how in the hell we’d ended up as friends. All of my relationships had been quiet and sweet, fizzing out more from lack of interest than anything else. Although by no means a virgin, I still didn’t really understand what all the fuss was about, sex wasn’t that great; a lot of squirming and squealing. Ally said I just hadn’t found a good one yet, a man that would set me on fire, would I ever find that?.

Maybe tonight? I ordered myself to relax, to stop standing here like fucking installation art and at least act like I knew how to have a good time. Ally had pushed protection at me, and I was up to date with my birth control, so I couldn’t use that as an excuse for not finding a guy, not tonight. Dauntless was pretty laidback about casual sex, and I’d yet to have tried out that faction perk. I decided tonight was the night, I was going to see what all the fuss was about, I was going to have fun.

Although I’m a little embarrassed to say that my new get-up made for an endless stream of interested guys, and more than a few girls, sidling up to me, something didn’t feel right and I politely begged off each one. If I was only giving myself permission to go wild one night, I was going to make it count.

I had my head cocked to the side, trying to understand what the scarecrow in front of me was babbling about when hot breath tickled my ear.

“You look good enough to eat.”

I couldn’t stop a jump, that deep husky tone was like a caress up my spine, a hand between my legs. My heart started to beat harder and I felt suddenly warmer. I turned and looked up at the owner of that sinful voice.

He was tall and muscular, which was pretty much every guy in Dauntless, but this one stood tall, confident in himself. He was all in black, black jeans, long-sleeved button-down black shirt. A large and realistic wolf-head covered his features. It looked like it was made of real fur, and covered his whole head and neck, all the down to his collarbones. The only part I could see was a slice of square jaw through the mouth hole and the glint of eyes deep in the mask.

I had no fucking idea who this guy was, but my body didn’t care. Sensations like I’d never felt had begun to race through me, and I’m pretty sure I looked like the textbook definition of ‘body language - desire’. Was it the alcohol I’d been drinking? I was tipsy sure, but not drunk. I doubted it was my vow to have a good time either, if that had been the case, any of the guys before this one would have worked, but no, my body had decided. This was the guy. I was suddenly nervous. I doubted very strongly I was being at all subtle, I was all but panting right now, but FUCK… whoever this guy was, he was making my body hum like a tuning fork.

I couldn’t really tell because his face was covered, but I got the idea he was feeling something similar. His eyes glittered through the mask and he’d edged closer to me. Every few seconds his hands would twitch, like he was fighting not to reach over and touch me. His cologne was intoxicating, but underneath that, there was more, a natural scent to him that called to my blood, and I was shocked and mortified when sudden X-rated thoughts flooded my mind, thoughts and ideas of what kinds of fun we could have between the sheets. I’m pretty sure I’d found the guy Ally had told me about, the one that would set me on fire.

I shook my head slightly, realizing I’d taken an embarrassing amount of time to answer him, had been standing here drooling, looking like a cat in heat.

“Y-yeah?” I managed to stutter back.

He chuckled, a panty-dropping sound that did nothing to stop the moisture flooding my silk panties. Fuck, who was this?? To both my horror and intense relief he moved even closer and leaned down to murmur, in that same heated purr, “can I take a bite?”

My mouth opened and closed as I tried to form some type of answer. My body was screaming ‘hell yes!’, even if my mind hadn’t caught up yet. Fuck it, I decided. Tonight I’m going to have fun.

“You can have a taste,” I purred back, giving in to the desire flooding my body. It was a heady sensation, intoxicating and a confidence I didn’t know I had poured into my limbs.

He seemed a little startled by my answer, so I reached up and grabbed his furry cheek, pulled him down to my mouth and FUCK ME. His lips were soft and warm, and the jolt that shot through me as our lips touched was almost painful. He inhaled sharply too, then pressed his lips harder to mine, his tongue sweeping against me. I opened my mouth and the feel of his tongue sent shivers down my spine. His arms wrapped around me, crushing me to him as he started kissing me like he never wanted to stop, like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. I felt the same, clawing at him, trying to pull him even closer. His chest was hard against mine, and I felt my nipples harden, a tiny shiver shooting through him as he felt it too.

We devoured each other’s mouths and it felt fucking incredible. I’d never been kissed like this before, had a guy’s tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, or mine his, and I cursed myself for missing out on this all these years. Shit, if people were capable of kissing like this, who the hell had time to make trouble anywhere else? Finally, we had to pull apart to keep from passing out and I tipped my forehead against his furry face, panting. His hands tightened on me and I could feel him rock hard pressing against my bare thigh. My heart went into overdrive, fuck, I wanted this… we’d have to get out of here in a hurry to keep from giving our fellow party-goers a show. He seemed to have the same idea, his eyes gazing right into mine as he growled.

“We need to go somewhere more private,” his voice was guttural and I nodded. Every cell in my body was screaming for him right now, I’d never felt like this before. I nodded.

“Fuck, yeah baby,” he purred, melting against me, obviously as affected by me as I was of him. It was an incredible sensation and I didn’t want it to go away. His large hand slipped into mine and he pulled me away from the bar. I could feel tension in him, like he was fighting the urge to drag me out of there, was forcing himself to walk like a normal person. I didn’t know where he was taking me, but I didn’t care, I was so turned on right now I’d fuck him in a dark corner of the Pit.

He turns and pulls me ahead of him while we’re walking and the way he’s grabbing my hips make me realize he feels the same way too, that we’re not going to make it very far out of the Pit and away from the party before he gives in to the animal lust roaring through both of us; and I’m right.

We make it as far as the Chasm before he pushes me roughly against the railing and rubs his whole body against my back, purring low in his throat. I can barely hear him over the howl of the rushing water but that’s okay, we can be as loud as we want up here and no one will know. The thought is freeing, that and the feeling of him pressed up against me, his cock a hard ridge against my ass. I arch my back to rub against his straining dick and his arms tighten around me, a strangled sound in his throat.

“Fuck,” I hear him behind me, it sounds like his teeth are gritted, like he’s fighting hard to be at least partially gentle with me, but I don’t want that, I want hard, fast and rough. This surprises me, I normally don’t, but I want this and him so bad it hurts.

I drop my head back against his muscular shoulder, shiver as his hands roam over my breasts and moan against the soft fur of his mask.

“Fuck me goddammit. Hard and fast, make me scream.” I’ve never said such words before, never felt compelled to but Jesus, I’m throbbing for this dizzying stranger. He groans again, shuddering against me and yanks hard, my breasts pop free and fill his hands. I cry out as I almost come right there, tingles racing hot through me and his hips pump against my ass. His fingers find the barbells through my nipples and he gives a low sound of approval that I feel more than hear. His calloused fingers pinch me and I bit back a wail, grinding desperately back against him. One hand drops to cup between my legs and he nearly snarls with lust as he feels how soaked I am and there is no more teasing, neither one of us can wait anymore.

He pushes aside my panties and I feel him fumbling with his pants, then the head of his cock pressing against my folds. He slams inside me, filling me in one vicious, powerful thrust and I scream into the Chasm’s roar. His grip is bruising as he holds my hips, ramming into me and it feels so fucking incredible, it’s all I can do to hang onto the railing and keep us from plunging headfirst into the raging water. That’s part of the excitement, part of the appeal, certain death in front of me and definite ecstasy behind me and I feel the most amazing fucking sensations racing through me as he thrusts into me, slamming me from behind. His hand snakes forward and he finds my hood piercing and my blood heats all the more at his lust-filled groan.

My body is jerking violently, his powerful, almost out of control thrusts smashing me against the railing and I finally understand what all the fuss is about. With the right person sex is mind-blowing, amazing; and it vaguely occurs to me that I’ve been missing out on an amazing experience my whole time at Dauntless; one I’m not going to overlook again. I hope whoever this is with the monster cock driving inside me has a nice personality, because he’s not going anywhere now.

The incredible sensations racing through me finally coalesce into a single bolt of mind-blowing ecstasy and I give in with a scream, arching back against his straining chest as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had rips through me. My vision greys and only him behind me, erratically thrusting, panting roughly, keeps me from collapsing. The wolf behind me finally howls as he comes hard and I feel him pulsing inside me, his seed warm. Another, almost instantaneous climax tears through me and I hear him moan behind me as my walls milk him, drawing out his orgasm, his hips pressed hard against my ass. Finally, we collapse forwards, panting, leaning over the railing, too overwhelmed with what we just shared to do anything more than just exist for awhile. His weight is crushing me, but it’s a good feeling, and despite the fact that I don’t know this man’s name, I don’t even know what he looks like, I feel safe with him, safe and…. holy shit, loved? No, desired, definitely. I want more, I want so much more with this stranger.

Finally, with a shudder he stands up, pulling free from me and I shiver at the sudden cold. His seed trickles down my thighs and I hurriedly tuck my breasts back into my dress. For a half-second I feel awkward and consider standing here, staring at the Chasm until he leaves but no, we just shared everything, saw each other at our most vulnerable, we’re past that now. I take a deep breath and turn. He’s standing close behind me, chest still heaving, waiting for me to say something. I smile and bite my bottom lip. His growl is hungry when he steps back towards me, hand snaking into my wig and tipping my head back for another kiss, it falls off and he throws it away without looking up. The mask gets in the way this time and he snarls in frustration, yanking it off. I don’t want to disturb the illusion, not yet, so I keep my eyes closed as his lips claim mine again instantly. My head swims and the same passion he awoke at the bar floods my body again. He crushes me to his body as I cling to his and we pull apart enough to rest our foreheads together, breathe heavily and share the same air for a long moment. Finally, on some unspoken signal, we open our eyes, see for the first time who we just gave our hearts to, who we just fucked ‘till they screamed.

My heart skips and I lean back against the railing for support. It can't be.... Eric??

His eyes are huge and he licks his lips before speaking. “Fox?”

I‘m almost speechless, how does he even know my name? It’s not like we run in the same social circles, hell, I don’t have a circle. I’m stunned, even though our sex was rough, there was still an inherent gentleness I felt in him, something I didn’t expect from Eric Coulter. The mask had hidden his leadership bars, his long sleeves his forearm tattoos, and I didn’t know him well enough to pick him out by voice or scent…. until now. Eric had just given me the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had, and I think I’d returned the favour, but…. damn.

Finally, still riding this carefree edge I just found, I grin and ask, “Trick or Treat?”

Eric grins back, a wide, genuine smile that takes my breath away. I’ve never talked to him before, never seen anything but the scowling leader storming through the Pit, so this side of him is unexpected and gives me a warm feeling in my chest. We just gaze at each other for a long moment, but the awkwardness I expect doesn’t come. I’m not embarrassed in front of him, and he’s not with me.

The grin still on his face, Eric closes the distance between us, watching me with hooded eyes. Stopping so close we’re almost touching he reaches up and caresses my cheek. His touch is warm and gentle and a tiny voice inside me hums contentedly. He leans forward and just before his lips touch mine he whispers.

“Treat.”

#eric coulter #jai courtney #divergent #eric coulter fanfiction #eric divergent fanfiction #fanfiction #eric and fox

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you can be alice, i’ll be the mad hatter (3/?)

Characters - Cha Hakyeon/N and Y/N + VIXX Genre - Supernatural/Fantasy AU - Mutants AU Warning - Drug use, mental illness A/N - Does failing at writing seduction count as a warning? Summary - You go through Hakyeon’s case files. Why had those psychiatrists quit?

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“Doctor Y/L/N” Yunho started. He had been looking for you all over the canteen during dinner time and had felt disappointed when he didn’t find you. He hadn’t expected you to be here, waiting for him near his room at the Commander’s quarters.

“Oh Yunho! I was held up by the staff during dinner and I came to see you because I felt so guilty about not meeting you like I said I would” you said, faking distress.

“Uh.. It’s alright really. You didn’t have to come all the way for just that” Yunho said. You shook your head, leaning against the door in a way to flatter your curves. You could tell that he appreciated it from the way his eyes raked over your body.

“I’ve had such a horrible day. I was looking forward to your company” you said, pouting slightly and biting your lips for extra effect. “But of course, it is very late. I couldn’t keep you” you said, pulling away and walking ahead. You brushed against him intentionally moving slowly to give him time to catch up.

“Wait! Doctor!” Yunho said, managing to catch hold of your hand by your fingers.

“It would be a shame to turn a wonderful woman like you away. Why don’t you come inside for a drink? It’s the least I can offer you” he said, holding onto your fingers.

“Sure. And call me Y/N. Just Y/N” you said with a smile. You played with his fingers, hinting heavily at your ‘true motives’. Given how quick his heartbeat was and how goosebumps were rising on his skin, you could tell that you wouldn’t have to keep the charade up for long.

-x-

“Sorry Yunho. It’s not personal” you muttered under your breath as you held his finger to the scanner on the tab.

The night had played out like you had expected it. Yunho had invited you in for a drink. You had insisted on pouring it out for him and he had complied, eager to please. You had quietly slipped the drug into his glass and passed it to him. From there on it had been a matter of waiting and coyly fending him off till sleep took over.

Im Yunho was currently lying on his sofa, sleeping like a baby. Once he had been taken care of, you had gone off to find the security tablet that the higher commanding units always carried. Your guess had been right. Five years after the war and security had become lax. Yunho had the same access as Commander Song did for ease of operations and this was going to be used against him.

It took you a good twenty minutes of searching through the archives before you found files on the EXU. You contemplated copying everything onto a pen drive and taking that away. But that increased the risk of being caught. Instead, you could stay here for the night making your ‘encounter’ with Yunho seem more real and also retaining access to other files if they were related.

You settled on Yunho’s bed. The mattress creaked as you lay down and swiped through the files.

There were six members of the EXU detained here - Cha Hakyeon, Han Sanghyuk, Jung Taekwoon, Kim Wonshik, Lee Hongbin and Lee Jaehwan.

Cha Hakyeon was the leader of the the EXU - Unit 0524, coming into command at the death of the previous leader Seo Inguk. The resemblance was funny, but the details outline below weren’t. Colonel Seo had lost control of his powers and killed himself along with fifty others on the battlefield.

It had been a terrifying setback. News had come of losses of war suffered by the EXU. If the super soldiers couldn’t win the war, then did normal humans stand a chance? Seo Inguk’s death had shaken the forces. You remembered soldiers discussing this and how chances of victory had diminished.

Cha Hakyeon had rallied the unit, rising from the ashes like a phoenix. A series of seven surgical strikes followed by a bloody confrontation had ended the Great War. Following the peace negotiations, Cha Hakyeon had received the highest military honors. Till he had supposedly died. Three years ago, so two years after the war.

You found the videos of sessions with other psychiatrists. You almost played the video, before changing your mind and deciding to read through transcripts instead for the sake of time.

What had made those other psychiatrists quit? You couldn’t help but wonder as you browsed through the test. Military forms had too much useless redundant data in your opinion.

“…Patient displays signs of schizophrenia…”

You stopped. Schizophrenia? That was a completely unrelated disease from Dementia and PTSD. And easily identified and diagnosed. This couldn’t be right. You opened up other reports and skipped right to the summary.

The results baffled you. Dementia. Neurocognitive disorder. Delirium. Infection due to exposure to highly toxic metals interfering with brain functions. No wonder the psychiatrists were confused. These were major mental illnesses with similar symptoms but very different causes.

Why would Commander Song call it PTSD then? You frowned. Was it really a mental illness?

You opened up the video for the last session from three months ago. The video had no sound. Which was strange considering how they had access to transcripts. Was this a military protocol you were unaware of?

The camera was positioned at one of the corners of the room. The door and the large dark glass wall was visible in the view. you knew the dark glass doubled as an observation center. This was a standard interrogation room design. Cha Hakyeon sat on one side of the table, sans the body suit this time. On the other end was a man dressed in a white lab coat.

The man was talking but Hakyeon wasn’t interested by the looks of it. He looked lost, fiddling with a pen. it felt as if he was contemplating something and the pen held the answers but Hakyeon had no idea how to unlock it. You fast forwarded it to the end, where the man finally gave up and stood up. He left the room and Hakyeon turned to look at the man who had left. He turned to look at the camera before going back to the pen.

You sighed. The video had been of no use at all. The entire thirty six minutes were on mute and didn’t give anything…

Wait.

Thirty six??

Hadn’t the transcript been for forty two minutes?

You scrolled back to the files. Yes. The transcript had been for forty two minutes. You checked the transcripts for other videos. You also checked the starting and ending times in case the videos had started recording after the interviews had begun. But in all videos, the doctors had walked in after the recording had started.

These transcripts were fake. The videos had been muted to prevent anyone from cross verifying these facts. A shiver went down your spine. You had clearly stumbled upon something much deeper at play here.

These were treacherous waters and you had to wade through them carefully.

#vixx n #mutants au #multi part fic #dark psychological #vixx x reader

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Disney's Alice in Wonderland, American McGee's Alice and Alice: Madness Returns comparison

In this post I will be discussing the comparisons between Disney's Alice in Wonderland and Alice: Madness Returns. I feel as though American McGee's Alice and Alice: Madness Returns is a dark twist on the Disney Alice in Wonderland, which is why I have chosen to compare them.

I have chosen to compare these as Alice in Wonderland as a whole is relevant to the project we are doing. Both stories of Alice in Wonderland and Eliza are quite fantasy stories with imaginative places and interesting characters.

Some of the similarities are very noticeable whilst others may be a bit more obscure. The most noticeable similarity is Alice herself and how she is dressed. Below are pictures of the Disney Alice and Alice from Madness Returns, it is obvious that when American McGee was designing how Alice Liddell should look in the American McGee series, he took a lot of inspiration from the classic Alice. Even the dresses both characters are wearing are very similar, but the American McGee one has a dark blue dress instead of a 'pale' blue dress, both characters wear the 'apron' but again the American McGee one is a tad different with the pockets with the symbols on it and the blood splatters. Another Similarity is that both characters have the bow at the back of the 'apron'

The first difference is that the American McGee one wears a necklace whereas the Disney Alice does not. The second difference is that the Disney Alice has a bow in her hair whereas the American McGee one does not, this might be because the American McGee one has black hair and a black bow against black hair might not show or another reason is that a Bow in the American McGee ones hair might not work with the style of the game and might make the American McGee one too 'cutesy' which would be totally contradicting the feel of the game. The third difference is the hair colour of the two characters, the Disney Alice has blonde hair whilst the American McGee one has black hair. Another difference is the characters eye colour, the Disney Alice has blue eyes whereas the American McGee one has green eyes. Another difference is that of the characters stance, the Disney one has her hands together which makes her seem quite innocent and friendly whereas the American McGee one is holding a knife and looking quite intimidating.

The way the Disney Alice is presented as a whole makes her seem quite angelic, innocent and childlike whereas the way the American McGee one is presented makes her seem a lot older than she is, this might also be because of what the American McGee one had to got through.

Another difference is the characters age, the Disney one looks to be quite young by the look of her 'figure' whilst the American McGee one looks a lot older and more mature by the look of her 'figure. Another difference are the characters shoes, the Disney Alice wears 'Mary Jane' shoes whereas the American McGee one wears high boots instead. Another difference are the characters 'tights' the Disney Alice wears pure white ones whereas the American McGee one wears striped ones. The most obvious difference between the two Alices is that the American McGee one has a 'knife' looking weapon which is the Vorpal blade from the story.

I will now talk about Alice's companion, the Cheshire cat, again I will be comparing the Disney's Alice Cheshire cat to the American McGee one. A similarity between the two cats is that they both have a big smile and yellow eyes.The first major difference is the colours used for the Cheshire cat. The Disney Alice one is 'lavender' and 'magenta' whereas the American McGee one is a dull grey. The second difference is that the Disney Alice one is striped whereas the American McGee one is not, another difference is that the Disney Alice one has a bushy tail whereas the American McGee one has a thin tail. Another difference is that the Disney Alice one seems a lot more friendly, whereas the American McGee one seems more daunting and intimidating.

This could be that the Disney's Alice in Wonderland had a 'U' rating whereas the American McGee one had a '15' rating. I think the ratings for both of these work as the Disney is supposed to be family friendly and 'light hearted' whereas the American McGee one is a dark version of the same story, another reason for the '15' rating is that the American McGee one deals with some very serious topics (as stated in a previous post) and also has some very 'serious' locations which wouldn't be appropriate for a child.

I will now compare the Mad Hatter from Disney's Alice in Wonderland and the American McGee series. The main similarity is that both characters wear a hat (obviously). Another similarity is that both characters hold a tea party somewhere in the story, in the Disney's Alice in Wonderland the Mad Hatter holds it in a forest somewhere and in the American McGee series the Mad Hatter holds it in the factory of the Dormouse and March Hare. The first difference is that the Disney's Alice Mad Hatter is human whereas the American McGee one is less human (possibly a zombie?). Another difference is what the two characters wear, the Disney's Alice one wears a jacket, whereas the American McGee one wears a straight jacket (so technically both characters wear a 'jacket'), also the hat the two characters wear are different, whilst both hats are proportionate to the character, the Disney Alice one is quite a short hat, whilst the American McGee one is quite tall, also the style of the hat is different, the Disney Alice one is one colour, whilst the American McGee one is checkered.

I will now compare the dormouse and march hare from the Disney Alice in wonderland and those from the American McGee series. The first similarity between the two dormice is that both characters wear a jacket, although they are slightly different in the fact that the Disney Alice in Wonderland one wears a pink jacket whilst the American McGee one has a checkered jacket. Another similarity between the tow characters is that they are both 'in' something the Disney Alice in Wonderland one in a teapot whilst the American McGee one is on wheels, both characters have a hat, the Disney Alice one has the top of the teapot and the American McGee one has a 'bell' type hat which is supposed to represent the top of the teapot, another similarity is that in the Disney Alice the teapot has a handle and the American McGee one has a key which is supposed to represent the handle of the teapot.

The first similarity between the two Mach Hares is that both characters wear a red jacket, whilst they are slightly different the main colour of it is the same, also both characters have a white collar beneath their red jackets. Another similarity is that both characters have long ears.

I will now compare the Queen of Hearts from the Disney Alice on Wonderland and the one from the American McGee series. the first similarity is that both characters wear primarily red due to being the Queen of Hearts. The second similarity is that both characters wear a crown to show that they are the queen. The third similarity is that both characters have black hair. Another similarity is that both characters have a white 'collar'. The first difference is that the Disney Alice Queen has normal stocky arms whilst the American McGee one has long arms with big hands. The second difference is that the Disney Alice queen, the dress is quite simple whilst the American McGee one has quite a detailed dress.

I Will now compare the walrus and carpenter from the Disney Alice in Wonderland and the ones from the American McGee series. The first similarity between the two walrus' is the colour of the character, both characters are brown.

The first difference between the two walrus' is that the Disney Alice doesn't have tusks and the American McGee one does. Another difference is that the Disney's Alice walrus is clothes whereas the American McGee one is not, this makes the walrus seem more realistic.

The first similarity between the two carpenters is that both characters have red hair. The second similarity is that both characters have some sort of apron and hammer to show their role.

The first difference between the two characters is that the American McGee one has more chest showing than the Disney Alice one, this could be due to the age rating so the designers could get away with more than the Disney Alice one which had to be kept family friendly.

A Similarity between both characters is that they are both 'bad' characters.

In conclusion I think American McGee designed the characters the way he did so people would be able to recognize them as the ones from the Disney story. This is evident by looking at pictures of the characters side by side and seeing the similarities (and differences).

#alice in wonderland #american mcgee's alice #alice madness returns #comparison

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#43: Beyond the Doorway

02/19/17

FTP: This is one that I could have posted right after #42 if I wanted. I chose to not post it because, revisiting it after months of my recovery, it sounded completely insane. Then I remembered I lost six months of time and had tense relations with my subconscious. It was already crazy. Even still, this is something I don’t remember writing or experiencing. Darek could have made this all himself to throw me off the trail or to confuse me even further.

It’s all I have to go on for the past six months. I guess I got through the doorway. And when I did, it left a vacancy on my side that Darek happily filled. Additionally, if I accept the premise that this is an honest recollection I no longer recall, it has some valuable answers. Part of me wants to go back there… but looking at the consequences, part of me does not.

Assuming this entry is my own words, it begs the question of when I wrote it, of how I wrote it. It’s not impossible that Darek granted me the chance to write then erased the memories. What else during those six months did I forget experiencing? Do other logs exist somewhere recounting the time I lost? It seems no matter how many answers I find, I know less and less the more I dig…

(No date given)

I first became lucid by accident, actually, in a dream of a memory from the third grade. I was shuffling off the bus after school behind a kid named Justin who was a year ahead of me. As we passed by another kid in his year, Greg, the latter made some smart remark about the former. In a blur of motion Justin spun intent on decking Greg, but I was standing too close and took the blow straight to the face.

My nose felt numb and tingly. It seemed to be runny but when I put my fingers to my face they came back dripping red. It was about then that my perspective shifted to a third person overhead view. I remembered the words as Darek uttered them.

Just let go. Let me in.

This was one of the first times I had heard Darek’s voice whispering in the back of my head to just let my emotions go freely, to give himself a little hold over me. I didn’t have to cry. It didn’t really hurt that bad. But I let it go and I let him in and I did anyway. I made myself look like a victim, look weak, when that little nagging voice in my subconscious knew it was not weak. It was a little foothold on its way to full control.

As I watched myself burst into tears, I looked out the window to my childhood home. I gave the building an initial cursory glance; even knowing this was only a dream, it all appeared natural to my disconnected eyes. Then I did a double take. The front door to the house had been a flimsy, dirty, white contraption that clung loosely to the frame. Here I saw the doorway, the same innate pressure pounding behind it. It’s solid finished wood set it apart from the rest of the house.

My heart rate went up and everything but the doorway fell out of focus. The raucous jeering of the school kids became a distant buzz, distorted to near-demonic proportions. The walls of my old house fell away; the very earth fell away, leaving only that void of ethereal mist and that doorway. This was my only chance. I had to make a break for it.

As I ran in that place, threads of colorful light danced around me. Any moment I was certain one of them would errupt into an explosion and consume me, or jump out and pull me away, or call out my name and freeze me in my tracks. The closer I drew to the doorway, the stronger that certainty became. I cheered myself on despite my growing paranoia. As soon as it was close enough to make out the little details(cracks in the wood that had been repaired, scuff marks to show its age), I put on an extra burst of speed.

In the moment my hand made contact with the knob, my fears became absolute certainties. Darek would stop me right this second, was in fact right behind me with a cocky expression and ready to grab me by the throat. That moment never came though. It took me a minute to register that. What was the blinding white light I was seeing? Finally it clicked. I had opened the door successfully. This was my first glimpse at what lay beyond.

As the buzzing faded from my ears, the light receded as well, revealing a vast, rolling field with a tree line on the horizon. I turned three hundred and sixty degrees to take in the entirety of my surroundings. The doorway stood behind me, alone, surrounded by grass and sky. On the horizon opposite the trees, the consistency of the earth shifted from lush grass to what appeared to be sand. This didn’t feel like a dream anymore. Even while lucid, my dreams always had a bit of a hazy feeling about them that persistently reminded me of their illusory quality. When my vision adjusted beyond the doorway, it felt exactly like I was wide awake. This was distinctly different from dreaming.

Something about the forest called to me, invoking memories of walks through forest paths taken in my troubled youth. As I crossed the field, a gentle breeze blew across it, lifting my hair from my face. A calm serenity fell across me. Something about being here felt right, as if I belonged in this realm.

I stepped across the border between the two environments and a wave of zen fell over me. The sunlight filtered through the tree tops. Birds chirped in the distance. There was a strong sense of life emanating from this place that I could not explain. Should not this world within a dream feel vague and hollow? Wasn’t this a creation of my mind?

Going deeper into the forest, moving branches from my way and skirting between tree trunks, I seemed to follow a preset path absentmindedly. I walked like I knew exactly where I was going. I was certain that I had been here before and Darek had merely stolen my memory of it. The pervasive feeling of familiarity had no other explanation.

“So this is the Outer Layer…” I mumbled to myself. I brushed my hand against one of the many tree trunks around me. It felt rough and sturdy and real. As a slight shudder broke out through me, a stronger breeze followed; it seemed to be summoned by my body’s involuntary action. Looking ahead, I could make out a small clearing. Something told me this was the destination my subconscious sought.

When I stepped through the shrubbery into the clearing, the nagging familiarity of this place finally made sense. It was something from entry 15, a vague reference of the Outer Layer that made no sense to me at the time. I had been here before, quite often in fact, and every time Darek stole the memories away to keep me out.

The clearing was perfectly encircled by the forest. Clouds had briefly covered the sun, blanketing it in shadow. There, in the center of the circle, stood a stone statue, undamaged by time. It depicted a woman in a robe, her face solemn, hands clasped in prayer, head slightly bowed. I approached it slowly, a strange anxiety building inside me. Above, the clouds parted to cast sunlight on the statue; its shadow stretched out over me. I crept closer to it. At the base words were engraved on a plaque.

“In loving memory of a fallen angel.” I read, my voice breaking with emotions. Tears welled in my eyes. The clouds returned to hide the sun.

This was Alice’s shrine.

I fell to my knees before the memorial. My arm extended to brush the writing. As my hand crept closer, I heard church bells ringing in the back of my head. The sound seemed to vibrate through the ground. Visions danced through my head: a sorrowfully smiling figure standing at a distance in the woods; a girl with angel wings plummeting from the sky; a young woman with tears running down her face, knelt on the ground by a lake’s edge.

“Welcome back, Mathew.”

My hand jerked away from the statue. I spun around and stood up to face the one who had addressed me. She stood at the edge of the clearing, her hand resting on one of the tree trunks. Her hair was the deep blue of spring water, her eyes the lighter shade of the sky. She was clad in a dress of earthy green, lined with snow white. On her back, neatly folded against her, I could make out a pair of wings like that of an angel’s. I could already recognize her as one of the three figures from the strange visions. Numbness rolled through me. Could it be…?

“I’m sure you must be confused.” She began making her way towards me. “I can see the questions behind your eyes.”

“Are you… Alice?”

She smiled knowingly and nodded. “You’ve forgotten again.”

“Where am I?” I spluttered. “Is this real?” My heart was racing and the sun was beating down on the scene. A thousand things were running through my head in that moment. I wanted to believe. I really wanted to, but I also did not know where I was besides somewhere in my mind, or where Darek was and what he was planning. Besides that, there was an undefinable tingling in the world around me of which I had slowly become aware. It had been there since touching the statue, probably when she first appeared. The sun was so hot and bright all of a sudden. I felt a little dizzy.

“Your consciousness has been living and dreaming inside… a chamber, in a manner of speaking.” She told me. “In a sense this place is as real as the one you came from. Maybe even more real, at least to you.”

“I… don’t really follow…” I said, trying too hard not to think too hard.

“It’s your soul, a place you created to escape that other, cursed place. And I am the personification of Alice, the ghost of her that lives on inside your head. I’m the part of her she left you.”

“And… and I’ve been here before?” I whispered, gears turning in my head and entries popping up one by one. Darek had said investigation would open doors and invite in things I didn’t want. If everything he was worried about came down to this place, this manifested realm, could there be any darkness in it so great I would not brave it to be with Alice again? “Why would Darek take this from me?”

Alice looked up to the sky, like she was expecting something. “It is never a simple answer when it comes to him. In his head, he had his reasons. He thinks in a greater magnitude than any other I know when it comes to his actions. He is very…”

“…complicated.” I finished. The strange feeling in me had grown to be impossible to ignore. Maybe it had nothing to do with Alice. Maybe it was something else, something approaching.

“We have to go. Now!”

Alice’s eyes locked onto mine for a moment before she darted off into the forest. Of course I was right. A shadow slowly spread itself across my vision, prompting me to look behind me.

A dark, billowing cloud of smoke crept across the sky from the distance. All the other clouds had been swallowed by it. It spread across the sky like oil, blotting the sun out and threatening to engulf me. All that tension in my body seemed to explode. The whole world lost its color. I didn’t even have time to consciously register my body turning and running. That dark cloud was sentient; somehow I was certain of this, and I was convinced it was coming after me.

Suddenly the forest was not so serene. Running and darting through a wood characterized by shades of grey left a foreboding fear festering in my chest. The trees seemed to shift and twist within my vision, inducing a claustrophobic panic that only worsened as the fauna thickened around me. I had seen Alice’s shadowy form in the distance at first, but now she was nowhere to be found. She might have been mere feet from me but I could not see even that far ahead.

It definitely wasn’t just in my head. The trees were moving. Twisted, leafless limbs dropped down into my field of view like gnarled hands. As I tried to duck between them, the hands snatched at me viciously. One caught me roughly around my shin. I cried out in terror, shaking my leg free. In response, the trees in the immediate vicinity seemed to turn to face me. Though I freed myself, I could not stay standing. As I scrambled to regain my footing, I caught a glimpse of the horror behind me. The dark cloud had descended like a grim fog upon the forest, rolling along between the trees with great ease.

Now I was jumping and ducking between tree limbs all vying for my capture. Overhead, leaves were withering and turning to ash as they drifted to the ground. I didn’t even make it ten feet before a root snaked up and snared my ankle. I tumbled face-first into the dirt and foliage. The leaves lining the forest floor crumbled to dust on impact. Dark tendrils of smoky blackness snuck along the ground to surround me. Unable to free myself despite desperately struggling against the imprisoning root, a black fog fell around me as ashes rained from the sky. I had been caught.

An emptiness fell over me like a blanket. I wasn’t calm or at peace like earlier. I was numb. The feeling could best be described as a coldness snaking through my veins. I shut my eyes and held my breath to avoid taking in any of the smoke that had engulfed me.

Time passed. The apathy I had become faded into the background, not quite gone but not imposing on my psyche. I opened my eyes to something unexpected.

I was no longer on the floor of the forest. The place I was in was comparable to that ethereal mist that I had run across to reach the doorway, except all the color had been completely taken from it. I appeared to be on a solid surface invisible to my eyes. All that surrounded me were tendrils of smoke in various shades of grey. With no other choice, I started walking.

I didn’t walk for all that long. Despite it, I felt time flowing around me at an exponential rate. I experienced days of torturous monotony in what must have been the span of moments. Surely it hasn’t been that long. I didn’t have a phone to check and wouldn’t trust one to tell time properly here, but the fatigue that set itself through my body reflected intense lengths of time. By the time I finally fell back in exhaustion, an intense disorientation had clouded my senses.

How many weeks had passed? How many months? I will never be able to quantify the time I spent wandering that surreal landscape, devoid of stimuli, just myself trapped with my increasingly maddening thoughts. I started to lose pieces of myself there. Before I got out I started to feel like I had never lived a real life, never been anywhere except this void of apathy and monotony.

I did escape, though. It started when I spied that doorway again, still but a tiny speck in the distance. I felt compelled to approach it. After eons of unchanging grey ether, anything was a welcome distraction to me. I can’t grasp the specifics of what ran through my mind as that doorway slowly grew larger. I think I probably went insane in that span of time. I can remember general impressions; the things I was thinking were running like blood from a wound, splattered onto my mind with violent lunacy.

Going through that doorway lifted the crimson haze that had temporarily blotted my sanity, but it did not invite release from my prisonic spirit world. I found myself occupying a space with a single source of light, a television set displaying static. It illuminated a wooden chair with a figure sitting in it. I stepped forward tentatively, calling out over the television’s hum.

“Hello?”

The figure turned in its seat to face me. I gasped when I recognized the face. It was Ben, but the hair was much longer than when I’d last seen him. Something was off about his eyes, too. The way he stared at me felt hollow. Ben was always hard to read, but I’d never looked into his eyes and seen nothing before. Alarm bells were going off in my head. This wasn’t Ben. This person wasn’t safe.

So I turned and ran back through the doorway. Instead of returning me to my familiar ethereal eternity, I was running down a twisting, winding corridor lined with framed images. I recognized all of them as things Chameleon had hidden in my entries. As I raced down that passage, insane roaring laughter echoed out all around me. I threw my hands to my ears to try and maintain my focus. I needed to get the hell out of this dark twisted place!

Images started repeating on the walls. Cracks formed in the pictures and they started crashing to the ground in front of me. Desperate, terrified, I cried out for help hoping my mind would answer me. Instead, the floor started to collapse from beneath me. All I could do was scream as I fell forever, down into oblivion, not even the monochrome ether to keep me company. I was surrounded by nothing in all directions. Eventually even the corridor above me vanished from view entirely.

I didn’t fall as long as I walked, but time stretched on until my body started to acclimate to the constant downward motion. When my voice grew hoarse from the screams, I accepted my new fate in silence.

It started as a pinprick of white light below me. Then, slowly, second by second, it grew, until I realized I was plummeting towards it at terminal velocity and it engulfed my vision. For one blissful moment I thought I had finally died. Then feeling slowly returned to my body and I felt the coarse forest floor against my face. I was back. After what must have been months I was back.

Slowly, sorely, I got to my feet. The forest had changed. Where once mighty trees had obscured my view of the sky, withered deal limbs now gave a clear view of the surroundings. The grass had died as well. Where once new life had bustled now rested the chilly glaze of winter.

I rose shakily, the horrors I had just experienced fading like a dream. The sensations still lingered strongly. I had just lived lifetimes and experienced horrors that were not easy to shake off. What the hell had I just been through? The strangest thing was that even though I remembered feeling so empty inside, now that I was back I felt like I was missing something. Somewhere in my raving thoughts near the end of my long walk, I had come to some conclusions that had given me some sort of higher understanding. I couldn’t remember anymore what had triggered this, but I was certain I had solved the puzzle of my life and forgotten. This left a small piece of me yearning to return despite the costs.

I had no wish to suffer that dystopian fate again, though. I cast a wary eye to the overcast skies and walked through my new world. This forest had definitely reacted to my fear before. It made sense, given this was inside my head. My perceptions affected the environment directly. As confirmation, the sun peeked out behind the heavy clouds to cast twisted shadows across the woods.

There was no snow on the ground but there was a chill in the air. This frigid coldness likely stemmed from the change in my mental demeanor. At first I had been filled with the wonders of new discovery. Now I was dulled from the torture I had received inside that dark cloud.

Something caught my eye through the trees that juxtaposed the wintry woods. It was another clearing, much larger than the first, and a perfect circumference of lush green summer grass marked it plain as day for me. Curiously, I meandered towards it.

The clearing contained a small lake. I had seen this lake before. It was the same one I had been dreaming about the night before I entered the doorway. I’d seen it other times in my dreams, too. It seemed to be a recurring constant and solidified my certainty that I was meant to find this place.

At the lake’s edge, a figure knelt. I recognized her as well, though I couldn’t quite place where from. She seemed unaware of me entirely as I stepped into the green circle. Her face was entirely obscured, but her sky-blue hair cascaded down her shoulders visibly. She was clad in tattered articles with an earthy red shade to them. Her feet were bare but not very dirty.

“Um…” I paused awkwardly, unsure of how to get her attention. However I had no need to.

“Mat…” it sounded like she was crying.”I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”

“Why?” I asked hesitantly.

“You came here looking for Alice, right? You always do. But you won’t find her here. I’m so sorry, Mat. Alice is dead.”

Dead? I stared at this girl in stunned silence. She lifted her head upright and turned to face me, knees still on the ground, eyes misty and watery and green. She looked like she might be sixteen. Her face was covered in little freckles. She kept talking to fill the silence.

“I’m sorry. Every time you vanish for a long time and come back you always forget and I have to tell you again. I can’t hide it from you; you’ll eventually find out either way. I just hate to see the hurt it causes you over and over every time and I’m just so sorry.”

“But… Alice… I saw her in the forest. There must be some mistake.”

“No.” Her expression darkened and her words took on a bitter sharpness. “That is not Alice. She’s an imposter, a pretender.”

“Then who-”

“It’s her sister, Mat. It’s Gwen.” The girl explained, pleading up at me to make her stop telling me these things but continuing to speak anyway. “She wanted to be Alice to make you happy. She wanted me to help her convince you, too, but I can’t do that to you. It’s false, false happiness, and you deserve the truth. I tried to warn you that she was a fraud but I guess you really didn’t remember either of us so-”

“Okay, okay.” I cut her off. “So, then, if that wasn’t Alice but Gwen, and she sent that message in the capitalization errors claimimg to be Alice, then you sent the other message… but who are you?”

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Her cheeks flushed bright pink. “My name is Anna. I’m… sort of… Alice’s daughter, I guess…”

“Her what?”

“Not literally, I mean. Just…” She hiccuped softly. “When you were younger and you came here, she was like a parent to me. We were sort of like a makeshift family, you know?”

I nodded, my heart yearning to remember the days she spoke of but my mind unable to conjure anything. “So… what is this place?” I asked her.

“It is where all of us Figments live.” She explained. “The way Alice explained it, we are born as extensions of your heart, to help you. This lake is my home. I’ve been here since you created me, but the Outer Layer is not just my home. All your friends’ Figments live in this realm where your souls intersect. Except for Darek, that is. He comes from… somewhere else.”

I recalled my meeting with the Ben-like figure inside the dark cloud. “And… that cloud thing… is it also part of this world?”

“The dark cloud exists in the Outer Layer as a manifestation of the disease that afflicts you all. It’s a mark of chaos in your created safe place.” Fresh tears came to Anna’s eyes and she blinked them away. “It only appeared after Alice left. I’m so sorry. It must have terrified you, and-”

I put my hand reassuringly on Anna’s shoulder. She looked up into my eyes with a guilty glimmer of sorrow. “If you knew Alice, if you thought of yourself as her daughter…” I said carefully. “Then you have a piece of her with you. Maybe it was you I’ve wanted to find all along. So stop apologizing to me please? It isn’t your fault she’s gone.”

“You don’t understand,” Anna whispered, breaking eye contact. “Alice… I… she…” suddenly the scene around me started to fade, becoming translucent. “What’s happening?” I asked urgently.

“I think you’re being called back to the other plane.” She said. “I hope you can find your way back soon. I hope you finally remember.”

I wanted to thank her, but the world around me faded like a shimmering ghost, leaving only darkness behind. At first I feared I had fallen back into that cloud’s little torture realm, but I quickly figured out that the black was from the inside of my eyelids. I opened my heavy lids to the real world once more.

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