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Liquid Darkness

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Swimmer

Liam grinned mischievously as he drilled a tiny peephole into the wall of the girl's locker room at the public indoor swimming pool.

He couldn't resist the temptation to catch a glimpse of the water ballet team changing. Little did he know, his voyeuristic adventure was about to take an unexpected turn. As he peered through the hole, admiring the graceful movements of the girls, a sudden gasp echoed through the room. Liam's heart raced as he realized he had been caught in the act. Before he could even react, a group of stern-faced water ballet team members stormed toward him. "You little creep!" one of the girls exclaimed, her hands on her hips. "You've invaded our privacy, and we're not letting you get away with it. You owe us big time." Liam's cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment as he stammered apologies, but the girls were having none of it. They demanded revenge, and their revenge took an unexpected turn. "You better make it up to us," one of the girls said, a devious glint in her eye. "And we know just how you can do it. We want a strip show, right here, right now." Liam's eyes widened in shock as he realized the gravity of the situation. Reluctantly, he began to comply, feeling a mix of shame and resentment bubbling inside him. As he started to undress, he found his arousal fading, replaced by a sense of disillusionment. What had started as a voyeuristic thrill had turned into a humiliating spectacle.

The girls, however, seemed to revel in their newfound power over him. Once Liam had finished satisfying the girls' demand, they presented him with a curious item: a shimmering, sleek, and magical speedo. "Put this on," they instructed, exchanging knowing looks. "It'll teach you a thing or two about being objectified." Although he was skeptical, Liam obeyed as it was better than being naked and putting on the magic speedo. To his amazement, his body underwent a breathtaking transformation.

His once unremarkable physique was replaced by a chiseled, muscular form, and his features became sharper and more defined. His body hair vanished, replaced by flawless, smooth skin. As he stood before the girls, their eyes widened with desire, but his own feelings were far from reciprocated.

Clad in the enchanting Speedos that had wrought a profound change in his physique, he strode into the bustling indoor swimming pool, acutely aware of the admiring glances that followed him. His newfound physique, sculpted and alluring, drew the attention of both men and women, who watched in awe as he approached the pool. The coach, a stern-faced man with a grizzled beard and a keen eye, greeted Liam with a nod. "You're the new recruit, I take it," he said, eyeing him appraisingly. "I must say, you certainly come with quite the buzz surrounding you." Liam shifted uncomfortably under the coach's scrutiny, trying to ignore the way his every movement seemed to attract unwavering attention. "Yes, I, uh, I guess so," he muttered, feeling more conspicuous than ever. The coach's lips quirked into a wry smile. "Well, welcome to the team. We'll see how well you swim with all those eyes on you," he remarked, before ushering Liam towards the pool deck. As the swimmers dove into the water and began their rigorous practice, Liam hesitantly followed suit, attempting to blend in with the rest of the team. The sensation of the water caressing his skin, the rhythmic pulse of his muscles as he propelled himself through the pool – it all felt remarkably foreign and yet undeniably exhilarating.

Liam joined the team for practice, and as they headed to the showers, he became acutely aware of his altered state.

The steamy mist enveloped the showers, and the air hummed with the sound of water cascading against flesh. It was in that moment, as his eyes trailed over the sinewy forms of his teammates, that a startling realization dawned upon him. His arousal, once sparked by the sight of the water ballet team, had now shifted. No longer did the female form hold the same allure. Instead, it was the sight of his fellow swimmers – their sculpted physiques, the way droplets of water glistened on their taut skin – that elicited an unexpected and undeniable response within him. He tried to ignore it, but he just shuddered and his cock twitched, suddenly showing a remarkable hard-on.

He tried to hide his boner, but one of his teammates, Jeff, saw through his facade. "Hey, dude, it's cool," Jeff reassured him. “We won’t judge you for checking us out. In fact, it's kind of flattering. You should just be yourself.” Before Liam could respond, Jeff leaned in and planted a soft, lingering kiss on his lips. In that moment, everything became clear to Liam. His sexuality had shifted, and he was gay now.

As he headed toward his locker, Liam was met with another surprise. His clothes had been replaced with form-fitting, preppy attire, a stark contrast to his usual wardrobe. Little did he know that this would trigger the final stage of his transformation.

He put the clothes on, confusion swirling in his head as he tried to piece together his fragmented memories, but everything about his past seemed to fade away as his identity shifted, and he turned into nothing more than a cocky, captivating gay swimmer - a far cry from the shy and unassuming young man he once was

Before he could fully process his thoughts, the swim coach approached him with a scrutinizing gaze, taking note of the bewildered expression etched on Liam's features. "You've transformed quite remarkably, Liam," the coach remarked, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Not just a swimmer— now, you've become a jock." Liam's lips curved into a complacent smile as he eagerly nodded. "Yes, Sir," he replied, a newfound sense of obedience coloring his words. In that moment, it dawned on him that he had indeed become a willing participant in a world he had never imagined before. Without missing a beat, the coach extended an offer that sent shivers down Liam's spine. "Would you like to live in the apartment above the swimming pool and become my obedient jock boy, Liam?" Liam's pulse quickened as he responded with a fervent nod, excitement bubbling within him. "Yes, Sir. I'd love that," he exclaimed, his newfound disposition embracing the prospect of total submission.

 And so, the apartment above the swimming pool became Liam's new home—a nexus of desire and command, where he was perpetually available for the eager gaze of the swim team but out of reach for the girls who had once captivated him.

Days turned into weeks, and the personal transformation that Liam had undergone continued to unravel before his eyes. His once-ordinary life had taken a surreal and unforeseen turn, as he became a figure of virile allure, captivating those around him with an effortless charm and a magnetic presence. But while his outward appearance had evolved into that of a magnificent male specimen, inwardly, Liam was wrestling with a torrent of conflicting emotions. He found himself experiencing a surge of excitement and thrill at the attention he garnered from the members of the swim team, yet beneath the surface, a sense of disquiet gnawed at him.

One day, as he lounged by the poolside, basking in the admiring glances and flattering remarks directed his way, he caught sight of the water ballet team. Their longing gazes bore witness to a desire that he was no longer able to reciprocate. Liam couldn't help but notice the frustration etched on their faces, a stark reminder that he had become an unattainable object of desire—a truth that left them wanting for more.

As he attempted to navigate the labyrinth of his newfound existence, a pivotal moment arrived during a private conversation with the swim coach. "You’ve developed quite well, Liam," the coach began, his tone laced with a potent mix of authority and affection. "Your prowess as a jock boy has transcended mere physicality. Now, you've become a jock toy, offering yourself up for the pleasure of others. How does it feel to embrace this role, to be a mere toy?"

Liam's eyes glimmered with a sense of fervor as he responded with unwavering certainty. "It's exhilarating, Sir. I thrive in this role," he declared, a fervent zeal infusing his words. The coach's gaze bore into him, acknowledging the transformation that had taken hold of Liam's very being. "I'm pleased to hear that, Liam. You've embraced your true nature as a jock toy with remarkable grace. It’s clear that this life suits you," the coach asserted, his approval evident in the affectionate gleam of his eyes. From that day onward, Liam embarked on a newfound journey, fully embracing the role that had been bestowed upon him. He reveled in the adoration of the swim team, eagerly responding to their every desire with unwavering obedience and an insatiable willingness to please.

Meanwhile, the girls from the water ballet team found themselves at a loss, struggling to comprehend the enigma that Liam had become. As they watched him cavort with the swim team, their longing gazes reflected the bitter realization that they could no longer capture his attention—his newfound preferences lay elsewhere, leaving them in a state of longing and dejection. In the end, Liam had transcended the boundaries of his former self, stepping into a world that was at once beguiling and strange. He had become a captivating enigma, a docile jock toy at the beck and call of the swim team and a testament to the perplexing nature of desire and transformation.

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Peeking Presents

Katie felt bad about opening the package that arrived addressed to her mom, but she was just so excited for Christmas that she hoped it was the chemistry set she had asked her for. She was going to need it for the next semester of college and wanted to get as familiar with it as possible.

But when she peeked in the package, she saw a pair of sleek brown shiny thigh-high boots. It was unlike her mother to buy something so expensive-looking and so fashionable. They weren’t her mother’s style or her own for that matter, preferring more loose-fitting and comfortable clothing. In fact she had never ever worn a high heel before. However something about the boots was intriguing her. They seemed so dangerous and sexy.

As she held them in her hands, she noticed a small note tucked inside the box. To her surprise, it simply read, "To: Emma, enjoy taking your life back with the new Bitch Boots." Katie furrowed her brow, puzzled by the unexpected message. Intrigued and a bit amused, she decided to try them on, wondering how a pair of boots could live up to such a bold name.

With some effort, Katie slipped on the boots, their sleek brown surface hugging her legs tightly. A sense of constriction settled in, and an unexpected surge of irritation accompanied the feeling. As she zipped them up, the boots seemed to transform her demeanor. A sudden wave of anger and a hint of meanness overcame her. It was as if the boots had a personality of their own, influencing her emotions.

In the midst of this strange sensation, she muttered to herself, "That idiot mother of mine is so inept. Couldn't she have got boots that fit me?" The words spilled out impulsively, catching Katie off guard. She was surprised at the venom in her tone and the resentment directed towards her mother. Quickly realizing the harshness of her words, she clamped a hand over her mouth, attempting to silence the unintended outburst.

To Katie's astonishment, as if responding to her angry outburst, the boots began to subtly warp and adjust her legs. A strange warmth enveloped her, as her legs, once confined by the tightness, now underwent a transformation. They became slim, yet surprisingly toned, as if the boots were not just a fashion statement but a magical conduit molding her form to their liking. Bewildered, Katie marveled at the unexpected metamorphosis.

Katie, unable to resist the intrigue, stood before the mirror, examining her legs clad in the transformed boots. A strange sense of satisfaction washed over her as she muttered, "Now that's more like it, a perfect fit for a perfect bitch." The words, laced with an unexpected brattiness, escaped her lips. Shocked by her own audacity, she swiftly clamped a hand to her mouth again, disbelief etched across her face.

Yet, as if attuned to her words, the boots responded once again. A subtle energy enveloped her, and she felt a gradual shift in her figure. Her body became more slim and toned, while a warm tan embraced her skin. Katie could only stare at the mirror in astonishment.

Katie examined her reflection, turning side to side to witness a body that was no longer flabby but instead athletic and fit. "I could be a sorority girl with a body like this," she murmured, the words effortlessly flowing out as if guided by an external force.

Yet, Katie found herself not resisting this time. In fact, she continued, "No. I could be head of a sorority looking like this," accompanied by a sly smirk. The boots vibrated lightly, encouraged by Katie’s own vanity, responded by initiating another round of changes but this time faster. Her boring brown hair transformed into a bright, almost platinum blonde, falling effortlessly in smooth, silky waves. Her nails extended into long, pointed perfection, manicured flawlessly. Makeup adorned her face, enhancing features she hadn't paid much attention to before.

“Mmmm fuck yes I feel so bratty and mean, don’t stop!” Katie moaned as she felt her loose-fitting jeans shrank into a short mini skirt, mirroring the color and material of her now sleek and tight boots. The transformation extended to her oversized sweater, which morphed into a white linen blouse, the fabric luxuriously pleasing against her now-toned skin, exuding an air of expense.

Finally her boobs started to grow and push against her expensive shirt, her nipples pressed hard into the material. “Yesssss! Big beautiful tits that will make me the envy of every woman!” She said matter of factly as the changes ceased and a wicked smile crept across her lips. A new persona seemed to awaken within her, one that seamlessly embraced the sexy clothes hugging her transformed body. The once reserved girl now exuded a confidence that matched her provocative attire.

With a wicked glint in her eyes, Katie fully embraced her newfound persona. No longer the nice and shy science nerd, she reveled in the persona of Kayla—the bitchy, bratty bully who got what she wanted when she wanted. The "Bitch Boots" had not only transformed her appearance but had seemingly rewritten her very essence, molding her into a character of audacious confidence.

As the echoes of her former identity faded away, Katie's mother arrived home to a most unexpected sight.

"Katie? What... what happened?" her mother stammered, her eyes wide with shock.

Kayla chuckled, her voice dripping with newfound malice, "Oh, Emma sweetie, Katie's gone. Now it's just me, Kayla. Merry Christmas. Like my new look?" She gestured playfully to her provocative outfit.

Her mother's gaze shifted to the sleek brown boots, realization dawning. "Those are the mind controlling boots I ordered. Please, take them off! Let me help you."

Kayla leaned in with a disgusted look on her face, "Help me? I don't need help. I'm in control now. I’ve never felt so alive, so free. I was born to be a bitch and these simply unlocked it for me… wait, did you say mind controlling?"

Her mother, desperate, attempted to backtrack, "I... I didn't say mind control. I must have misspoken. Please, let's talk about this. You're my daughter."

Kayla chuckled, standing intimately over her mother, her wicked smile widened. "You did say it, didn't you? Oh, how interesting. Boots, how do I access this power?" Kayla said into the air. The boots responded by vibrating her whole body to the point that Kayla’s eyes rolled back into her head. Not only that but her mind became awash with the instructions she desired.

“Ahhhh yeesss of course.” Kayla purred as her eyes returned but know somehow contained more malice within. Grabbing her mother roughly by the hair she took perverse pleasure in watching the pain on Emma’s face as she pulled her mother’s face to her wicked boots.

“Lick them worm!” Kayla commanded but her mother didn’t budge. Rolling her eyes, Kayla picked her mother’s nose and waited for her to run out of breath. When she did it gave Kayla the short window to push her mother’s tongue against the boot. As soon as she did, Kayla felt all struggle in her mother cease.

WEEKS LATER

Kayla strutted through campus with her clique in tow. They all struggled to keep up with her long strides in her signature boots but they knew if they feel behind Kayla would cut them loose and no one wanted to be on the new popular girl’s bad side.

Kayla had returned from winter break with a new attitude and new wardrobe that took the campus by storm. No longer the quiet science nerd, she had seamlessly integrated herself into the social scene, leaving a trail of intrigued gazes in her wake.

In a surprising turn of events, Kayla had managed to take over the most prestigious sorority and ascended to the role of president, a remarkable feat for a freshman. The former president herself endorsed her, urging the sorority to elect her in.

Since then she had turned the presidency into a queendom, with herself being the figurehead. Those who complained or fought against her soon became her most loyal allies, after they had a private meeting with the queen.

Kayla flickered her immaculate ponytail back and looked at girls bringing up the rear, carrying her books, her bag, her recent clothing purchases, amongst other things. They had arrived at her her car where her driver sat patiently in the driver seat.

“Load it up girls, and don’t scratch the leather.” Kayla scowled as the clique loaded up the trunk and front seat of the car. Once they had, Kayla sat into the back seat and stretched out as she pulled up her phone to text several boys she had on the go.

“You’re looking wonderful today dear.” The driver said sycophantly. Kayla rolled her eyes.

“How many times have I got to tell you Emma, you are not to speak to me in the car. You’re not my mother anymore, you’re just a driver so drive!” Kayla spat and her mother simply smiled and nodded. She was so thankful to have such a wonderful boss, Emma thought to herself as she drove off.

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Cozy Secrets || Chp 2

Character: Spy!Bucky x Roommate!Reader

Summary: Y/N found herself at her high school reunion, accompanied by her unexpected fake boyfriend, who also happened to be a spy.

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Bucky, raised by spy parents, embraced espionage early in life. Constantly moving, he found comfort in blending into diverse surroundings.

His nomadic existence shifted when a mission led him to an apartment owned by Y/N, a hardworking individual who works as an interior designer.

Amidst a stakeout from his ideally located residence, Bucky grew attached, especially during rainy days. He revealed his spy identity to Y/N and confessed he didn't want to move out.

Offering to be her fake boyfriend, he declared, "With my skills, I could impress everyone."

And so, Y/N found herself at her high school reunion, accompanied by her unexpected fake boyfriend, who also happened to be a spy.

*********************

The day of the reunion arrived, and Y/N felt a familiar knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach. Even though she had a secret weapon in the form of Bucky, the thought of facing her high school bullies again sent shivers down her spine.

Bucky, on the other hand, seemed unfazed. He had donned a sleek suit, his hair styled to perfection, and he exuded an aura of confidence that Y/N couldn't help but admire.

As they walked into the venue, it was like entering a different world. The once awkward teenagers were now transformed into polished adults, some more successful than others.

Bucky's charm worked its magic as soon as they entered. He effortlessly navigated the social scene, engaging in conversations with old classmates and making new acquaintances. Y/N, initially hesitant, found herself drawn out of her shell by his infectious energy.

As expected, they soon ran into the infamous mean girls. The leader, Tiffany, still sported the same arrogant smirk Y/N remembered. This time, however, Y/N was prepared. With Bucky by her side, she felt a newfound sense of confidence.

"Hey Tiffany," Y/N greeted, her voice surprisingly steady. "This is Bucky, my… boyfriend."

Tiffany's eyes widened in surprise. "Boyfriend? Since when?" she asked, her tone laced with disbelief.

Y/N, summoning all her courage, met Tiffany's gaze directly. "Let's just say we reconnected recently," she replied, a subtle smile on her lips.

Bucky, sensing the tension, stepped forward and extended his hand towards Tiffany. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he said, his voice charming and smooth.

Tiffany, unable to resist his charm, shook his hand. "The pleasure is mine, Bucky," she replied, her cheeks flushed.

Y/N watched in amusement as Bucky seamlessly played the role of the loving boyfriend. He engaged Tiffany in conversation, asking about her life and career with genuine interest. Y/N couldn't help but be impressed by his acting skills.

As the night progressed, Bucky continued to weave his web of lies, telling elaborate stories about his "exciting" life as a high-profile businessman. (Easy for him to lie).

The other girls, impressed by his fabricated persona, showered him with attention, leaving Y/N to observe in amusement. She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction seeing the tables turned on her former tormentor.

However, the act started to wear thin as the night progressed. Bucky, unused to such social interactions, began to lose his composure. He stumbled over his words, and his carefully crafted facade started to crumble.

Fearing things might escalate, Y/N decided it was time to cut their losses. She grabbed Bucky's arm and led him towards the exit.

"Let's go," she whispered. "I think we've had our fun."

Bucky, visibly flustered, agreed. They slipped out of the venue unnoticed, leaving behind the fading sounds of the reunion.

Once outside, they both burst into laughter, the tension of the night finally releasing.

"Wow, that was… intense," Bucky chuckled. "I almost blew my cover a few times there."

Y/N smiled. "You did great, Bucky. Even if it wasn't exactly the truth."

Bucky shrugged. "Well, you never told me you wanted a knight in shining armor, just a date to the reunion."

Y/N couldn't deny that Bucky's presence had boosted her confidence and allowed her to face her past without fear.

**************

Because of his help, Y/N told him that he could stay. As long he never ruined the apartment again. Bucky, relieved to have kept his apartment, was up bright and early the next morning.

The following day, Y/N found Bucky ready to leave. "Don't wait, and try not to miss me too much," he said with a wink. Y/N understand he's going on a mission.

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn't deny the emptiness after he left. The apartment, once lively with his presence, now felt oddly quiet. As much as she craved peace, she couldn't help but miss the chaos Bucky brought into her life.

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REDESIGNING MAGIK

Welcome to Limbo! Our group chose Illyana Rasputina, the marvelous Magik for this round! Introduced as the younger sister of Colossus, Magik joined the 80s New Mutants team as a young teen and has since flourished into an A-Lister in her own right. She's been a member of the Phoenix Five, Cyclops' renegade X-Men squad, the Krakoan New Mutants, and the 2022 X-Men team.

She has several inspiration points for artists and redesigners to pull from. She's most well-known for her all-black 2012 look but has also sported demonic and fantasy influences as someone connected to the hellish Limbo and her malevolent alter ego, the Darkchylde.

See what our enthusiastic and talented team of artists did this round, and make sure to follow them on social media for more fantastic art!

(The handles presented after artists names are their Twitter handles, but many use the same name on other platforms!)

Léa Dupic | @/kimodraw

"I went full speed ahead into medieval land and dressed Illyana in a full metal shiny armour, putting emphasis on her sword bearing arm with a biiiig spiky shoulder pad. Gave her a punk lesbian haircut while keeping her iconic bangs, because I think she should be allowed to be more of a punk lesbian. And I couldn't resist adding a touch of demon form with the horns. She's gloomy she's menacing she's spiky and shiny she's the girl of my dreams."

Giovanni Saroldi | @/RaulGiova 

"Just like matter, let’s give ‘Yana three states! Solid, liquid, gas? Kinda, not quite! From angelic to demonic, with her main form being the in-between totality of herself, where she can draw whichever power she needs.

It’s geometric, it’s chic, it’s retro-futuristic Terry Moore with the Horns of Galaxy The Prettiest Star meets Ludmilla from Bartok mid-transformation."

John Caden | @/johncaden64 

"I've always felt the Bachalo design was great, but could get very male-gazey.  I tried to make it more comfortable, while also keeping the same goth feel.  I do feel she needs to just go all-in goth, so let's shave her head, get some thick black mascara and commit to the bit! "

John Marsh | @/pastelrake

"What if Illyana had been a Russian figure skater?"

Joe Pryde | @/joeprydecosplay

"My inspiration for this design came from the idea of “what if Magik was an elder emo” complete with Kristen Stewart fem mullet, high waist buckled tights, and sleeveless crop top hoodie. I also wanted to pay homage to previous designs."

Haydn | @/ThatsSoHaydn 

"I had but one simple thought: What if the Soul Sword was a rapier? And thus fencing Magik was born. I wanted the geometric shapes of the dark bodysuit to contrast with the curves of the golden armor, whilst still adding a little magic and mystery with her cloak and mask. "

Dale Yaddow | @/DaleYaddow

Version 1 "The Savage Magik". Having been stripped of her magical knowledge, Illyana Rasputin hunts down various enchanted artifacts to replace what she's lost. Becoming desperate she seems to be willing to steal and sometimes kill to get these talismans. Among these are the Soul Dagger of Pixie, the medallion of Daimon Hellstrom, Holy bands from "Heven" and a cursed skull from an alternate version of Lockheed.

Version 2 "Mistress Magik" This is an older more seductive Magik that's been corrupted by the influence of Selene and embraced her sensuality, opening up a whole new avenue of mystical arts that she hadn't dared explore before. She now uses her SoulSword to capture the essences of her foes and much like Selene feeds on them keeping her young and vital.

Version 3 "Magik, Queen of Hell" Many questioned the logic of Magik giving Limbo to Madelyne Prior but the end game has been revealed. Illyana allowed Madelyne to tether her magic to Limbo, knowing eventually "Maddie" would get greedy and begin bringing more power to that dimension. With a carefully hidden clause in the Limbo transference spell Magik takes back Limbo and all the power within it and successfully overthrows all the Hell Lords, unifying the many dreaded dimensions under one fearsome rule, hers.

Anthony Ruiz | @/thwwipstickers

"Almost as soon as Magik was decided on for this design challenges I had two ideas strike me simultaneously ... The first of those ideas was the image of Illyana as a 90's Riot(ish) on the cover of a Magazine. I wanted to give her an edgy grungy vibe but still pay homage to her Demonic nature.

Shortly after Finishing my first Design I just knew I had to make my second idea come to life.

What if Illyana was an Anime Mech Pilot and Wore a Plugsuit... thats it... thats the idea. I really wanted to strike the Balance between Anime Plugsuit but still being noticeably Magik and X-men.

I kept the Bright yellow Color scheme with hints of black and red and chose to interpret her Armored arm into a Mechanized oversize cybernetic arm that helps fuel her Plasma Powered Soul sword that springs forth from her Gauntlet."

Isaiah Cox | @/isaiahbeenlost

"When designing my Magik look, I wanted to expand on ideas I had when drawing her a couple years ago by keeping her look sleek, yet scary stylish! So, I referenced a lot of Castlevania and Yoshiaki Kawajiri designs to get that cool anime look for her down! I plucked some fashion inspirations for the costume from places like: Mugler, Alexander McQueen, LaQuan Smith, JRPG rogues and medieval accessories! And for her new soul sword, I decided to give her an Odachi because since she already lived her Cloud Strife fantasy starting from the Bendis-era, I thought it was time for her to live her Sephiroth moment with this giant Japanese sword!"

David J Hughes | @/0ddeity

"I think with Magik I started out pretty traditional for her. Then I got to thinking our Russian Queen deserves a Mugler-esque fit. I wanted to go down the knight or warrior route, but then I thought ‘What If’ this was an AU Illyana raised by Patch and she got all of Logan’s training rather than Kitty and Jubilee, or, alongside them. So, bham, Oni-demon menpo mask and samurai elements on top of the Mugler flair."

Fleshmonk | @/fleshmonk

"Went through a bunch of design iterations, but settled on this cool plasticky vinyl plugsuit like version of Magik. I gave her a bob to mature her a bit and to move her towards a new silhouette."

Joshua Bruckner | @/joshingtonbear

"I took a bit from Magik's more armored designs, which I've always liked the most, and her goth jock aesthetic, and blended them. I rejected the Bachalo booty shorts in favor of a skirt, which gives her a bit of a 'cheerleader from hell' look."

Seye Sanyaolu | @/seye_art

"My intention for this redesign was Magik in a very dystopian future and so I imagined a 3/4 darkchylde Illyana that is in control of her self and powers (although almost lost it). In this future, most of the X-Men are gone and Illyana keeps a worn and frayed X-jacket on for the nostalgia :’)"

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HEAD-FUCK

Monica Johnson had been pretty fucked over when she had been at High school. A victim of bullying - even though she was now a Mom and a successful artist - she still had night terrors and flashbacks about those awful days in her past.

Her loving daughter Wren had given her Mom a book on art therapy and it had suggested that Monica work out her trauma through her art. She hadn't given the idea much thought - till one day when she was doing the gardening - she dug up a huge lump of weird grey clay and the idea came to her in a flash of inspiration.

She needed to rid herself of her bullies influence and perhaps she could channel that into her art?  She could create something with the clay that she could pour all her fears and memories of the wicked bad girl bullies who had tormented her at school into.

The clay was like nothing she had ever worked with before. It seemed to suck out all the memories from her mind and she almost felt like the clay was shaping her ideas rather than the other way round.  All the malice, evil and bitchiness of her bullies seemed to be drained out of her into the clay. 

After a frenzy of work - she stood back and shivered as she looked at the five perfect busts now standing in her studio. The gloating, perfect face of her spoiled rich bully Violet gazed back at her with that wicked twist to her lips - the bitchy look she had always feared. Violet's slutty beta-bitches surrounded her... but her bust was the central piece. What a whore.

"Wow... that bust is kinda hot," suddenly giggled Wren as she walked in and her Mom nearly jumped out of her skin. Wren gazed admiringly at her Mom's work - not understanding the meaning behind it.

"She was the bitch at school who nearly ruined my life," chided Monica gently and Wren's face fell as she realised her mistake.

"Oh shit... I had no idea Mom. Sorry. What a bitch. She is kind of striking though."

Monica looked at Wren. Her daughter seemed fascinated by the bust and couldn't tear her eyes from it. She was flushed and her breathing seemed heavy. There was almost a magnetic charge in the air and without even realising it Wren was being drawn towards Violet.

"Wren... it needs firing, don't touch it yet please," warned Monica and Wren shook herself out of whatever trance she had nearly been in.

"Oh... sorry - I didn't even realise, sorry. Ummm dinner is ready. You okay to come now?"

**************

Wren's heart was pounding as she unlocked the door to her mother's studio and flicked on the lights. She didn't know why she was here... but something had made her desperate to see the busts of her Mom's bullies once again. 

Wren approached Violet's bust. She knew she should hate the face of her Mother's main bully but it was so beautiful and hot. The face of a fucking Alpha bitch and a slutty Princess. 

To her shame she was wet and looking at the now fired bust, it was even finer and more beautiful than before. Whatever weird clay her Mom had found and used had really made it come to life.

Wren drew closer and slowly brought her hands to the face. She had... she just had to touch it. She wanted to know how it felt... she wanted to experience her Mother's bully close up.

Her fingers made contact slowly... almost longingly and Wren groaned in sexual pleasure as she felt the smooth perfect surface charged beneath her fingertips and an erotic tingle swiftly ran up her arms through her hands as the clay seemed to come alive.

"Oh fuck yes," she moaned wetly, not resisting as the clay began to flow and spread over her skin. It magically sank into her flesh and where it passed, her body was transformed and enhanced.

Wren groaned and arched her back as the clay spread like wildfire corrupting and changing her. Her small breasts swelled up with the evil clay and then took on the texture of soft flawless skin and her hips swelled out and her buttocks became round and perfectly toned. Her body was now that of a Goddess and it began to tan as every inch of body hair burned away.

Rapidly the clay spread up her neck and ran through her hair... her short red locks becoming lustrous strands of brunette perfection as the clay reached her face and she moaned as it spread and overwhelmed her freckled face... giving her the superior features of the busts original inspiration. 

Violet's perfect lips and beautiful eyes came alive as the clay merged with Wren's skin and even her clothing transformed - her demure dress replaced by a tight crop top and tiny pair of shorts. It felt so good and her body was on fire as her voice and even her posture changed. 

Wren's tight new pussy felt amazing and her body thrummed with power. She felt so alive.

Oh yes... you're a fucking hot bully now and it feels so good.

The clay had completed it's work and with a gasp she pulled her new sexier hands free and stated down at a familiar face. Wren's own face... now perfectly rendered in the clay... gazed back at her. She felt a wrench of disgust at how ugly it was. 

Eugh, what a disgusting face. Your new one is so much better. 

Wren smiled as she walked over to the mirror at the back of her Mom's studio and she began to play with herself. "Ohhhh fuck my big tits feel great," she grasped as she groped herself and began to finger fuck her tight wet cunt. 

Yesssss so much tighter than your old pussy. Your ass is so tight too. Imagine how it will feel to get both pounded by all those hot boys you fantasise about at school?

"Oh fuck, that's so nasty. Yes I want it so bad!"

Her fingers went deeper and she rubbed her clit and bit her full, plump lip as she imagined being spread eagled and fucked hard by a bad boy.

"Yessss give it to me!"

Soon it will be real... Violet. Soon you will be the biggest bully and popular girl at school. Now cum and enjoy how it feels.

Suddenly Wren was cumming harder than she had ever cum before and her head was thrown back in ecstasy as she enjoyed her superior new form and squirted into her panties. She was so fucking wet and horny... she loved how it felt.

Standing up she giggled and licked her sticky fingers, then with a slutty hum returned to investigate the bust of herself, idly admiring her massive new tits in the mirror as she did so.

"Such a disgusting face, but I assume I need to touch it to turn back." Wren's hands almost felt repelled as she reached down to touch her old face.

With great effort she forced them down and she groaned in pain as the freshly bonded clay on her body began to flow away and unbind- returning to the bust. Her big tits and perfect body melted away and in moments Violet's face had returned to the clay and a restored Wren lay at the base of the pedestal panting.

"Oh shit... what did I do? I felt so wicked and I liked it."

Conflicted Wren rose, then with a sob she turned away from the gloating bust of Violet and ran...

******************

Monica could see something was bothering her daughter but she couldn't tell what. Wren looked tired, like she hadn't slept properly. Her daughter was dark eyed and seemed agitated.

Deciding it was probably just a phase, Monica wished Wren a good day at school and left - just as Wren's best friend Laura arrived.

"Hi Laura... have a nice day girls."

Wren watched her Mom leave and then turned to her friend. "Thanks for coming. I have to show you something."

*************

Laura shivered as Wren confidently led her into her Mom's studio and she saw the five sexy busts on display.

"Laura. You'll think I'm crazy... but last night I touched this bust and I think I got transformed into a copy of my Mom's bully at school. It really freaked me out, but I've been thinking about it all night and I realise this is a chance too good to miss."

Laura shook her head. "Wren, what the hell are you talking about?"

"I think the other busts will do the same. Mom doesn't need to know that we're using them, but we can become hot and beautiful and more confident. We can have so much fun with these busts. I had such a good orgasm as Violet and I want more. Just  watch."

With a grin Wren grabbed Violet's bust and moaned orgasmically as the clay began to spread. It took over her body much quicker this time and Laura watched in awe as her friend transformed into a hot busty bully.

Wren was clearly enjoying the transformation and as it completed itself she smirked and stretched her slutty body - flaunting it to her friend and showing off.

"Ahhhhh that's better. I'm Violet now. Now pick a bust you dumb bitch and let's see what you end up looking like..."

"I... I don't want to," sobbed Laura.

"Awww that's too bad bitch," laughed Violet as she grabbed Laura's arms and forced them down onto a bust.

"Did I say you had a fucking choice?"

***************

Wren smirked as Laura returned from the counter bringing her coffee. How fun to have a lackey. Corrupting Laura into an obedient Beta had been so easy and so much fun.

"Thanks Nikki."

"No problem Violet."

Wren felt a delicious surge of power at her friends subservience. Laura now looked like a beautiful bitch too - but not as beautiful as Wren. Clearly she also felt a desire to serve and please her Alpha. The new names were hot too.

As it should be.

Wren wasn't sure where the voice was coming from - but she really liked it. It made her feel hot and powerful everytime she heard it. It had infected her dreams last night after her experience with Violet. It had made her ache for more. It had awoken new hungers in her once innocent heart. 

You should think of yourself as Violet. Wren is back in the studio in the clay. You're better than her now. 

Violet nodded slowly. The voice was right. She was Violet now. Wren was a nobody. Being Violet felt so much better. She gave a fake smile as two hot boys checked her out. Yes... everyone wanted her now. It felt good.

We have lots to do Violet. Having one lackey is hot... but we need four more to really have some fun. Once you have a gang, no one will be able to stop you. We can take over the school. 

Violet nodded. The voice was right. The voice was always right. She needed more bitches to serve her. She needed more power and she would do anything to get it.

*************

"A sleep-over?" 

Monica was surprised. Her daughter had never asked for a sleep-over before. 

"Yeah... just four friends from school. Laura and three others. You don't mind do you?"

"I guess not," smiled Monica and her daughter grinned a strange smile. "Thanks Mom."

Then Wren turned and went. Her walk seemed different. More sexy... more predatory. It reminded Monica of someone, but she couldn't think whom.

"Stupid bitch," hissed Wren under her breath. "I can't wait for tonight - then you'll see..."

**************

"Welcome to my sleepover sluts..." giggled Violet as she locked the doors of the studio and spread her arms wide to show them all the four remaining busts. She had not been able to resist transforming and had been enjoying herself in her bedroom with a vibrator whilst her guests arrived. 

"As you can see. I've already changed - now you all need to pick a bust and transform. I have so much to teach you all before school tomorrow."

The other girls looked nervous- but Laura goaded them towards the busts  - taking station behind her own. "Don't be afraid girls - it feels really good. Let it take over you." She moaned as she grabbed her bust and began to change into Nikki.

The girls followed suit as they moaned and gasped in erotic pleasure as each was drawn to a bust - the evil power of the clay corrupting each as they touched their new faces and began to transform.

"Ohhbh it feels good..." they moaned and Violet grinned fiercely as each was transformed into an evil minion to serve her needs. 

"Yes that's right bitches... let it corrupt you. Give up your old lives and embrace the power of being a bully. It's going to feel so good," she gloated.

Suddenly the studio door burst open and Monica walked in with a horrified expression on her face. 

"Oh my God... what is happening?"

"Hello Mommy," laughed Violet. "You're just in time for my sleepover. The girls are just finishing changing."

Monica gasped as the faces of the five slutty bullies she remembered from school took on life and her daughters once innocent friends surrounded her- laughing as they grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back.

"No NO!" screamed Monica as memories of Highschool returned. The girls were too strong and she was helpless as Violet approached. It was just like the old days.

"Mmmmh, sorry Mommy but it feels so fucking good to be Violet. Her evil has totally corrupted me. I AM her now. Thanks for creating her bust and giving me and my friends there opportunity to take the power of your old bullies. Tomorrow we will begin to rule the school and from now on you'll be my little bitch."

Giggling Violet picked up a baseball bat. 

"Now what would a sleepover be like without some games. How about we play some pinata?"

Monica watched as Violet walked up to the five busts... now showing the face of each girl. They were the only way they could ever turn back.

Violet paused  Then with a wicked smirk and a moan of pleasure she began to smash each bust - taking particular glee at the screams of anguish from Monica as she smashed  Wren's head into a thousand pieces.

"Bye bye Wren... now you're trapped as me forever..." she gloated. "Sorry Monica. Looks like I'm your daughter forever now..."

*********

Violet moaned as her boyfriend climbed onto the bed and obediently put his head between her legs to start eating her out. She loved it when he ate her tight pussy... once she was wet enough she'd let him fuck her too. She felt like having a cream-pie today.

"Make sure you paint my pussy perfectly this time," she moaned as Monica began to paint in the corner and she laughed as her Mom - now a broken woman obeyed without question. 

Destroyed by the loss of her daughter, Monica was now just a plaything for the five bitches.

"Ohhh yes, I love fucking with her head," gasped Violet as she began to cum and she squeezed her thighs together tightly.

Meanwhile Monica painted with gritted teeth and thought of the bust standing on her work table in the studio. A little more glue and a few more hundred pieces and she'd have her daughter back.

She could still fuck with Violet's head yet... and she was at least going to try.

THE END

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

Haruka and Michiru as Aylin and Isobel. Y/N? I've never actually played BG3 but I'd love to know your thoughts.

I loved getting this ask right after seeing fanart of that very concept (but the other way around). And I love pondering stuff like this!

Certainly I've rolled this around in my brain as soon as people started calling Aylin and Isobel "the moon lesbians". I absolutely see the vision if it's a kind of more surface-level "cast the BG3 characters as senshi/the senshi as BG3 characters" or writing an AU/crossover in which case that's absolutely and without question the roles they'd get. But I think that going much deeper it starts to break down.

There's neat parallels, absolutely. That iconic romance! That all-consuming devotion! Beyond even death! And the whole dying-and-resurrecting thing, too! And a literal magical girl transformation that will forever be the best scene in the game. We sadly never get to see Aylin and Isobel in combat together the way we do Haruka and Michiru, but they'd make a really neat battle couple, I'm sure. Though their "I fight better when I know my beloved is safe" stuff might get in the way - a fun thing to explore.

And yes, one of them is loud and boisterous and tall and strong and sword-y and loves putting up a front and brushing her own feelings off as irrelevant even when she is suffering horribly. Also has the whole extreme dedication to duty thing going on, good ol' Being A Sword, while being brash and reckless and having a concerning disregard for personal safety. (You can't tell me Haruka wouldn't jump into 500 godawful fights a day, just plain facetanking everything, if she knew she couldn't die.) The other, meanwhile, is a way more subtle fancy princess lady type who seems to be calling a lot of the shots in the relationship.

My darling Isobel says we will stay allied at your side. I am pleased to hear it.

(Never fails to get me - Aylin, you already swore your sword and fealty to me 5 minutes ago, were you just going to dip if Isobel said so?)

She is also very insightful, is "the mage" and is capable of some excellent and on-point snark and verbal cuts, though I can't really see Isobel as being very ~ara (she's also a laughably horrible liar). Selûne actually has a lot of divination-related stuff in her portfolio and Isobel (who already uses mirrors in her iconic ritual we see in the game, and I love love love the setup she has there) doing some augury, scrying, and future-sensing via mirror-gazing would be super on brand.

(The moon, the tides, the sea... I could go places with this. But of course, now I've thought of Umberlee Cleric Michiru and The Seas Are Stormy, and that is a true delight.)

But the one place where it really breaks down for me is probably my very favourite thing to chew on with regards to Michiru, and that is that one iconic line, no matter how seriously you decide to take her words:

A world without Haruka isn't worth saving.

I cannot see Isobel saying anything like this, even as a joke, even as a taunt aimed at a defeated enemy.

Because we see Isobel go through exactly this: she wakes up in a world without Aylin. Against all odds, she is in the exact opposite of the situation they two with their mortal/immortal disparity have discussed and prepared for. She is told her unkillable demigod beloved is somehow dead and she believes this lie fully - we have no indication she ever doubted this. And what does Isobel do?

She makes a stand against the shadows, makes herself a beacon and protector, adamantly refuses to abandon any bit of her faith and her lifelong service to her goddess (even while expressing her dissatisfaction with Selûne's apparent laissez-faire approach there, if pressed), gives her all to set up a shelter and support the people mounting a resistance against her own father. "At any cost," she says, and it all clearly does cost her quite a bit - she is so very visibly exhausted and at the end of her tether when we meet her, but also chooses to be patient and to stay back and support and heal and all that. I feel like Michiru, in this situation, would rather march up to Moonrise and take on the entire army herself in a doomed last stand. Unless, I don't know, maybe a Jaheira-Setsuna situation could help?

All this actually makes me think Isobel has a lot of Hotaru vibes! The goth girl whose antagonist dad is part of leading an entire elaborate evil operation (she's the only thing he has left, she is an obsession, he will keep resurrecting her no matter the cost), being brought back from the dead by him in a weird way and suffering the various consequences of this. She even has an Ominous Cough going on, and her most prominent magical power is shielding and healing. Then, a tadpoled Isobel as a parallel to Mistress 9? You could go places with that.

Looking at the other halves of the couples, Haruka, when she thinks Michiru is dead:

You’re so unfair, Michiru, to leave for a world of your own. Don’t leave me here.

Aylin, in turn, seems to have dealt with Isobel's first death fairly... healthily. I mean, it's hard to say, when the one point of coping comparison we have is Ketheric. Certainly her grief is immense and when she says "I have mourned her these hundred years" it is the most believable thing. If Isobel dies again before they get reunited, we see a more subdued version of Aylin who is extremely duty-focused and determined to soldier on (her epilogue letter guts me) and who gives me that very I Will Never Love Again impression of kind of cutting herself off from the more mortal/human parts of her that Isobel seems very much a tether to (and you could go neat places with this being a parallel to the senshi dealing with having human identities, i.e. Haruka vs Uranus). But we do get some truly chilling stuff from Aylin if Isobel dies after their reunion (as well as a serving of some absolutely heartbreaking "I don't care what happens to me as long as Isobel is safe" right before that).

When I am free, I will destroy you! I will murder you, and your children, and their children beside! I will rip this world apart, plank and beam, until every iota of your being is scalded by my light.

So she is going to make very sure that a world without Isobel is also a world without you, traitor. And after that most thorough vengeance is done? I can't think of anything that bodes well, I'm afraid. But the senshi I could most easily see going down this particular dark route is, well, Michiru, and not Haruka.

Continuing this extremely self-indulgent thought exercise, it reminds me a bit of "every yuri couple is Utena and Anthy if you try hard and believe in yourself" and I'd say let's go for a twist: while they are absolutely nothing alike, Aylin sure makes an interesting Anthy because she's magically imprisoned for an unimaginably long time, has a thousand swords stuck in her over and over again, and she suffers because men objectify her and covet her for her power and what she represents and want to use her, and it seems to be a cycle she is doomed to repeat forever purely because of who she is. Meanwhile, Isobel is, uh, a car? I don't know how far I can stretch this, hahah.

In any case, thank you for this excuse to blather on! Always appreciated. Again, this is peak self-indulgence, and I love it.

[gozine-translate]

Terminally-ill Genius Dark Knight - 162

162: Joint Martial Arts Practice [4]

[How naive! Do you really think I'd just obediently tell you where I sent Nox von Reinhaver?]

Aleph shouted, realizing that his identity had already been exposed.

His arms were severed, and he was restrained. He had just come to terms with the fact that no matter what he did, survival was out of the question. But Noah and Astrid didn’t seem to care at all. How many people had they encountered in past wars who refused to reveal the location of their allies, resisting to the bitter end?

But it didn’t matter to them. Astrid casually squatted down as if she is familiar with this.

"I’m not really asking about that sort of thing, though."

"Astrid! It looks like this coordinate is… up north?"

"Knew it. The north, huh? They think sending people to the wasteland will kill them all, so they come up with these lame methods. You get it, right?"

Listening to their conversation, Aleph couldn’t help but be frightened.

No matter how skilled they were, is it possible to guess the location just by looking at a magic formation? Coordinate magic is notoriously difficult to fine-tune. Surely, was what happening now reasonable?

'Absurd…!'

No matter how much he thought about it, it didn’t make sense. He was exceptional. Aleph had never doubted that even once. But, he's ended up witnessing it. Overwhelming, absolutely "heaven beyond heaven." And on top of that, two people at once.

"So, where exactly in the north did you send?"

Noah asked, her head inclined. but Aleph just scoffed, having no intention to answer.

[Like I said earlier, I have no plans to answer.]

"You're being annoying, huh?"

"Astrid? Please~"

"Haa…"

What? Aleph rolled his eyes, troubled. What were these two talking about? No matter how much they pressured him, it wouldn’t matter as long as he kept his mouth shut. Their behavior was downright strange.

But… His doubts were soon answered.

Astrid approached, her eyes glowing with mana, scanning Aleph’s mind as she questioned him.

"Is it near Winter Bridge?"

[N, no way…!]

"Yup, it’s around there."

"Be more specific. isn't it a dangerous place if they’re going to hold out for ten days?"

"Haa… then [the Valley of Cold and Blood]?"

[What nonsense are you spouting!?]

"Not there, huh?"

Astrid completely ignored Aleph’s words and continued.

"Then, is it the [Frozen Frostwood Forest]?"

[Hrk!]

"Got it. That’s the place. Let’s go."

Aleph couldn't help but be terrified. Did that girl have the ability to read people's minds?

He couldn’t even figure out what kind of power she possessed, which made him keep puzzled. Of course, if Nox had been around at this moment, that ability to detect lies really is useful. He must be thinking of that.

"Oh, wait, before we go…"

Noah, who had turned her back, turned back to Aleph with a smirk.

"We should clean this up, shouldn’t we?"

Krrrrk!

In an instant, a massive block of ice shot up like a towering cliff and trapped Aleph. It was Noah’s famous [Absolute Zero]. Since she had to go rescue her disciple, she figured she'd bind him here and interrogate him later about the movements of the demons.

Noah, with an innocent expression, held a crystal orb and contacted someone.

— This is Professor Lars von Celestia.

"Professor Lars, I’ve captured a demonic human. Would it be possible to keep him in a cell until I return?"

— …

Lars momentarily fell into shock as if his brain had stopped. but then cautiously asked.

— …Where exactly are you right now? What’s going on…?

"I’m in Lecture Room 2. We caught a demonic human disguised as one of the professors. Since the students are in danger, we’re going to go save them. Naturally, you’ll help, right?"

— … I will help write the report once you retu..

Beep—beep—

"Alright, let's go!"

"You really annoying other people."

"So, you're not coming? Even though he's your disciple?"

"Who said I wasn’t going…"

Astrid rolled her shoulders and unleashed her magic. Next, as two wings sprouted from her back, she transformed into a dragon. True to her title as the Flame Mage, a fiery red body, and sharp, shimmering scales. Then, enormous vertical pupils appeared.

Noah shouted as if she was excited.

"It’s been a while since I’ve ridden on your back? right?"

[Noisy…]

Though Astrid spoke indifferently, Noah knew. If she really wasn’t worried about Nox, she wouldn’t have gone so far as to polymorph and fly all the way to the north.

'As expected, this is fun'

Even though Noah thought like that, inwardly, she couldn't help but worried.

'Rather, it will still fortunate if just trolls or ents…. If he met 'that guy', even Nox wouldn't be able to make it out alive'

She realized they needed to hurry. As Noah thought that, she quickly climbed onto Astrid’s back. From this moment on, it was a race against time.

--------------------------------------

I had just taken down around 50 ents.

If I spoke about the result, I succeeded, which was fortunate. It mean there would be a brief moment to rest.

"Haah…"

But the situation wasn’t exactly great. The worst-case scenario had happened, and the items I’d hidden in my uniform were near their limit. The potions and healing supplies were particularly problematic.

However, the bigger issue was something else entirely.

[Player has exhausted both lower and middle dantian mana.]

[Natural recovery will take approximately three days.]

[‘Magic Restriction’ penalty is now in effect.]

A situation with no potions left and now the "Magic Restriction" penalty activated

'To think it was [Magic Restriction] of all things… Like this, I won’t be able to use magic properly for a while. Protecting this girl and fighting at the same time is impossible'

But, I realized the situation always turns worse. It’s because I noticed in the next moment that the extreme moment has just come.

"Cough…!"

Even the sound of my own shriek didn’t fully reach my ears, drowned out by system messages filling my vision and hearing.

— Due to the effect of [Prone to Minor Illness], [Cold Lv5] has been applied to the player.

— Due to the effect of [Prone Minor Illness], the player's negative trait [Cold Limbs] has temporarily worsened.

— Due to the effect of [Prone Minor Illness], [Action Restriction Lv3] has been applied to the player.

Two penalties. The worst ones—[Prone to Minor Illness] and [Cold Limbs] activated at the worst possible moment. In addition [Cold Limbs] was even upgraded. Damn it. My luck is terrible, but this is beyond unlucky. Just right after I got some stats, a bullshit came in this way. What did I do to deserve this?

'Damn it. I need to stay sharp.'

"Are… are you alright?"

Eleanor asked, pretending it was no big deal. But I was already at a situation where I couldn’t even respond to her. I tried to steady my swaying body, but my body had already reached its limit.

I had never complained a pain to this extent before, and when I had been hurt, other units had always been on my side. So, predicting and dealing with this kind of situation was in fact, impossible for me.

Anyway, in the end…

Thud.

“No, Nox!? What’s happening all of a sudden?!”

Caught in the illusion, as if the world tilted, and the ground is shaking, I collapsed to the ground. This is dangerous. To think I end up in such a miserable state after cutting down 50 ents…

But there’s no time to slow down. I need to think. This trouble will definitely over soon too. I have to think now. I can feel myself losing consciousness.

Even though Eleanor was speechless due to shock. She'll probably okay

“Wh, What happened?! Why did you collapse all of a sudden?!”

Her face, sincerely looking at me with worried expression. Fortunately, that wasn't an act.

Suddenly in this moment, I feel it. Eleanor de Rivalin, a truly beautiful character. Known as the [Golden Fox], she was perceived as cold and distant by people, but the reality was far from that. She was always warm. And that’s why I repeatedly recruited her to my team. In every new game, she showed me a different side of her, like a chameleon. Though she's a character with a cold exterior, she hide a warmth more than anyone inside. Someone may think it was just a game, and I was too invested. But for me, who had always been alone, she's truly like a friend. So, this time, I decided to be honest with her.

"Eleanor."

"Nox! Snap out of it! Your pupils… Why are your eyes like this!?"

"Leave me here and head deeper into the cave. Once you’re there, use this."

The item I pulled from my inventory and handed to Eleanor was [Veil of Mistery], an artifact that hide its user presence. As long as you’re wearing this, the enemy won’t attack unless you strike first. The problem is, it's single-use, and for a one-time item, it's ridiculously expensive. I recently won it in a black market auction through Grain, but I never expected to use it like this.

Well, for a merchant Eleanor caliber, she would instantly recognize this arfifact, so I didn’t need to explain it. That was a plus.

But there was one more problem with this item. And that exactly…

'The main protagonist cannot use it'

The [Veil of Mystery] was an item designed to save heroines or surrounding characters. That was the identity of [Veil of Mystery]. A leftover from the affinity and favorability system.

But right now, it would give her the biggest support more than anything.

"Where did you get this…! No, rather than that, are you serious?! If you had something like this, naturally you should’ve used it yourself and left me….!"

"You really think I’d naturally abandon you?"

"…What?"

Eleanor asked back.

But there wasn’t time to explain. Even now, my consciousness keep fading.

I wasn’t handing her the item because I wanted to die. This is in order to realize the only option left.

The odds of success were close to a gamble, but I’d learned something from Astrid. I just think things will turn out somehow Either way, luck is an essential element for survival.

In this harsh world of Inner Lunatic, for the sake of my existence, no, to stand strong as Nox von Reinhaver, I need overwhelming power. And to obtain that power, absolute luck is necessary.

I know my limits.

Even with two [Genius] traits, I never thought to get conceited.

Those traits belong to the character I created. Nox von Reinhaver, I’m just the one controlling him. I’m Yoochan.

And even if in the past, every day I wasted my time like trash as Yoochan, I never thought to repeat it this time.

"Go."

"…"

That was my final word. My consciousness completely shut down. Before I could hear Eleanor’s response.

[sakuraaachan]

Recreation - Satoru Gojo - REQUESTED

Domestic moments with Husband Gojo, where you guys reminisce moments with one another especially your first dance during your wedding. So why not recreate that magical moment of a first dance. (In the end, may you add their daughter dancing along with them, that would be so cute!)

Sorry this took so long, was on a little break! I hope you enjoy, I did my best to make this extremely cute and fuffy! (Also my Submission form was kinda bugged when you submitted it so I didn't get to tag you. Sorry!)

Word count: 2149

Satoru Gojo x Reader

Rating: Fluff

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Around the time you got married, there was a saying flying around. A joke between inside friends. ‘If Satoru Gojo can get married, then maybe there’s hope for us after all.’ It was no secret how handsome Gojo was perceived, and the many looks and all the attention the male would get from women. 

But it wasn’t his looks that tended to drive women away, his silly personality was just a little too much for one to handle on a daily basis. His arrogance, ego, pride, it was another handful that wasn’t so pleasurable. 

Despite this, he had no interest in settling. That is, until he met you. Your first day on the job, hair pressed to a flowy silky state, a lift mist of perfume radiating from your body, a deep shade of red painted on your lips. He didn’t see your face first though, it was the tight little skirt you wore that drew him in first.

You found his persistent advances rather bothersome, and his behavior grated on your nerves. His arrogance and ego only fueled your resistance, and you made it clear that you were not interested in his advances.

However, Gojo, being the determined and stubborn man he was, saw your rejection as a challenge rather than a deterrent. He couldn't resist the opportunity to win you over, intrigued by your unwavering will to reject him.

But with due time, you began to peel back the layers of his silly and arrogant exterior, you discovered his kindness, loyalty, and unwavering support for those he cared about. Slowly, his persistence transformed into genuine affection, and he became a person you could rely on.

One day, after a particularly challenging day at work, you found yourself seeking comfort in a quiet corner of the office. Unexpectedly, Satoru appeared by your side, offering a cup of coffee and a sympathetic ear. Despite his bad habit of always talking about himself, he listened attentively as you poured out your frustrations. It was in that moment that you realized how much he had grown on you, how much you valued his presence in your life.

It was almost like he knew exactly the moment that you fell for him, the grin on his face as your face slowly changed colors. Satoru's relentless pursuit had paid off, and with a couple of dates, you both discovered a connection that surpassed superficial attraction.

The relationship had its ups and down. It was hard dating the most eligible bachelor in Japan. It was a mental strain that heavily impacted your mental health. So many pretty girls would approach him, interrupting dates and coddling him. Not to mention old flings trying to get back with him. Sure Satoru would send them off, but his charm would only leave the ladies wanting more.

Sometimes you felt like you couldn’t compare to how beautiful the girls were. All of them make up for things you were lacking. Feelings of insecurity and comparison crept into your mind, causing moments of doubt and vulnerability. You couldn't help but wonder if you were enough for Satoru, given the beauty and allure of the women who pursued him.

Satoru remained steadfast and unwavering in his love for you, he constantly reminded you of his promising favor for you and only you, but it couldn’t help the small voice in the back of your mind. At first Satoru was nice about it, he understood, and was patient, but with your stubbornness to believe nobody could replace you, he eventually got fed up.

He was angry, storming out of your house with no words. Your stomach had churned with insecurity. Your heart sank with the fear of having jeopardized your relationship. You couldn't bear the thought of losing him, and your mind was consumed with regret and self-doubt.

Tears streamed down your face as you brought your knees closer to your body, unable to contain your emotions any longer. Your sobs echoed through the empty house, a painful reminder of the fragile state of your heart.

But just when you thought all hope was lost, the front door swung open, and there stood Satoru. He approached you slowly, his eyes locked with yours, and without uttering a single word, he knelt down on one knee.

In his hand was a sparkling ring, a symbol of his love and commitment. The sight took your breath away, a small feeling of silliness washing away the sorrow pit in your stomach. 

He spoke with a firm voice, pouring his heart out to you. He expressed how much you meant to him, how you had touched his life in ways no one else had. Declaring his unwavering love for you and his desire to spend the rest of his life by your side.

Tears had soon dried up on your cheeks, you couldn't find the words to respond. Overwhelmed with happiness, you simply nodded, tears streaming down your face as a resounding "Yes" escaped your lips.

Satoru slipped the ring onto your finger, sealing the promise of a future together and in that instant, the doubts and insecurities that had plagued you just vanished.

The day of your wedding soon arrived, and as you stood in front of the mirror, your breath caught in your throat. The sight that greeted you took your own breath away. Adorned in a white wedding gown, its intricate lace and flowing silhouette accentuated your every curve, making you feel like a vision of ethereal beauty.

The years since your high school prom had been filled with everyday moments and casual attire, leaving little opportunity to truly dress up. But now, in this momentous occasion, you were reminded of just how radiant and enchanting you could be.

Today you’d marry the man of your dreams. Waiting by the door was your father, his nose was red, having already started crying before even seeing you in the dress.

You walked towards him, the delicate lace of your gown brushing against the floor with every step. As you approached, your father's hands trembled slightly as he reached out to hold yours. 

His voice cracked as he whispered, "you look absolutely stunning, my dear. Today, you become a bride, but you will forever be my little girl."

“Thank you daddy,” you smiled.

With your father by your side, you made your way towards the ceremony, anticipation building in every beat of your heart. With a deep breath, the doors swung open, revealing the elegantly decorated venue. Friends and family everywhere.

The room was adorned with flowers, casting a soft, romantic ambiance. The guests turned their heads, their eyes filling with awe as they caught sight of you, a vision in white, walking down the aisle.

But you weren’t focused on the gawking stares, eyes on your soon to be husband standing at the altar with his hands in his pockets. Even at such an important event, Satoru would always be Satoru. 

You reached the altar, your father giving your hand a gentle squeeze before placing it in Satoru's. As you exchanged vows, promising to love and support each other for a lifetime, the room filled with a palpable sense of unity.

You spoke your rows with a rhythm, each word from memory as you had written the rows down a long time ago. When it came to Satoru’s turn, you noticed how his eyes would continuously peek down at his hand. With a small glimpse, you can see the small smudges of ink on his finger.

You resist the urge to laugh, rolling your eyes at the man. As the officiant pronounced you as husband and wife, a surge of pure joy rushed through your veins. The room erupted in applause and cheers, a symphony of happiness celebrating your union.

As you and Satoru sealed your vows with a tender kiss, the world faded away, leaving only the blissful realization that you were now married. Hand in hand, you walked back down the aisle, the sounds of jubilation following your every step.

You smile at the picture frame in your hand. A picture of your hand Satoru holding hands at the altar. It had been years since that happy moment, and you were now living in your new suburban home right in the best neighborhood  in Japan.

“What are you looking at hun?” 

You place the picture frame back in place as Satoru walks over, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You turn to face Satoru, a warm smile playing on your lips as you lean into his affectionate kiss. His presence always brings a sense of comfort and happiness to your life, even in the simplest of moments.

"I was just looking at this picture of us from our wedding day," you reply, your voice filled with nostalgia. "It's incredible how time flies. We've come so far since then, haven't we?"

“We definitely have.” Satoru wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “But you are still as beautiful as the day I saw you walk down the aisle.” 

“And you are just as corny as the day I first met you.”

As you both stand in the cozy living room of your home, a sense of contentment washes over you. The walls are adorned with photographs, capturing cherished memories of vacations, family gatherings, and the milestones you've shared as a couple.

Satoru clears his throat, pulling away from you and walking over to the record player you had been gifted a couple years ago. He puts on a new record and in a few seconds a soft song begins to play.

“What are you up to?” You arch a brow at him. A mischievous smile dances across Satoru's lips as he adjusts the dimmers, creating an intimate and romantic atmosphere in the room. The soft glow of the lights casts a warm aura, enveloping both of you in its gentle embrace.

“This corny husband wants to dance with his beautiful wife,” Satoru says, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Do you remember our first dance at our wedding?"

A wave of nostalgia washes over you and the melody of the song suddenly becomes familiar as you recall the enchanting dance that marked the beginning of your journey as husband and wife. 

As the music fills the room, a melodic tune that holds a special place in your heart, Satoru extends his hand towards you. "May I have this dance, my love?"

You accept his outstretched hand with a playful twinkle in your eyes. "Of course, but I hope you remember that I have two left feet."

Satoru chuckles, pulling you into his arms with practiced ease. "No worries. You can just step on my feet like last time."

The two of you sway gently to the rhythm of the song, losing yourselves in the moment. As you rest your head against Satoru's chest, his heartbeat becomes the rhythm that guides your dance. It feels as if time slows down, and the outside world fades away, leaving only the two of you in this precious moment.

His touch is gentle yet firm, his movements perfectly synchronized with yours. The dance becomes a language of its own, speaking volumes about your love and commitment. As you move in harmony, a smile graces your lips, and you whisper words of endearment to one another.

But the soft moment is interrupted by the gentle cries of a child in the other room. You both stop dancing, sharing a look before you walk over to the nursery. “Looks like someone doesn’t like being left out.”

You picked up your daughter, the baby’s beautiful eyes welled with tears. You smile as you pick her up, pressing her to your chest to rock her to a soothed state. As you return to the living room, Satoru remains where you left him, his arms open to hold you and his daughter.

“Looks like I’m gonna have to dance with both my favorite ladies.”

You approach him, handing him his daughter who he cradles in his arm with ease, as he pulls you into a warm and comforting hug. Together, the three of you create a new dance, swaying gently to the rhythm alongside your daughter's sleepy breaths. The world outside may be filled with chaos and responsibilities, but in this moment, you find solace in the warmth in the family you had created.

As you rest your head against Satoru's chest, you feel the steady beat of his heart—a rhythm that reassures you of the love and stability you've built together. You exchange soft whispers of affection, showering your daughter with loving words that soothe her delicate soul.

With each gentle sway, you realize that this dance is just as magical as the first dance at your wedding. It's a dance of parenthood, a dance that you’d grow to remember as you got older with your husband.

©LuvloveUni

[wishmaster]

Wrong Guy

My name is Jack Angel, I'm a nice gay gut who tends to keep to himself, however there's another Jack Angel that lives in my building and he's a womanizing douchebag.

Now unfortunately for me, he pissed off the wrong girl. Seems she had a friend that's a witch. One day a knocking came to me door. a young woman stood there.

Jack Angel?

Yes? the suddenly she tossed a liquid on me. It started to burn as I fered it was acid. It was then I realized she was looking for the other Jack, I rushed out to try and catch her and talk, but I lost my balance and stumbled down the stairs. She ran back to check on me, unfortunately it was too late, I had already transformed into a totally sexy young woman. She helped me up to make sure I was ok, that's when I explained to her the mix up.

I caught a glimpse of myself in a hall mirror. She told me she came to make Jack pay for how he hurt her friend. She wanted him to know what it was like to be a sexual object. She was sorry she'd gotten the wrong Jack, but explained the transformation was permanent as my entire life had now been rewritten to be Jackie, a beautiful young model. My memories quickly rewritten, i was Jackie and I had the best idea to get Jack back for all of us.

Later that day I waited for Jack to come home. Standing in front of his apartment.

Fuck Baby, Christmas was last week. He said as I came on strong to him. grabbing his now hard cock with my hand.

Take me Jack. I said as I pushed him into his apartment, he fell to the ground and I quickly became the dom of his dreams.

I forced my boot on to him. Fuck me. I said as he quickly got naked, the moment his dick entered my pussy his fate was sealed. But it didn't take from the best sex I ever had, as his cum filled me up, he passed out.When he came to he was no longer a he.

What the fuck did you do? I explained to him he pissed off the wrong girl and that I got her witch girlfriend to curse my pussy, because I knew he couldn't resist the new me. I said thanks to his dick I was stuck like this, so I wanted to make sure he didn't get out of this mess. Then suddenly the mood changed and we rushed to each other.

Seems the magic made us fall for each other and I crave Angel's touch, That's right he was Angel now, I was the only Jackie here.

We made love, took a shower together and headed out to celebrate the new year. Baby you think that pussy could curse another guy? She asked. I'd be willing to give it a go. I said as we headed off to bring one of his buddies into our new relationship.

[siobhanhazel]

🏳️‍🌈20,000 words Draco-centric M/M fic. 🏳️‍🌈 My friend pointed out that since this is a Draco coming out fic, I might show it off here on tumblr for Pride Month. Hope you enjoy it, I had a lot of fun writing, here is a snippet from Chapter 1:

Deep in the quiet loneliness of night, Draco lay awake, unable to shake thoughts of his wooden box. Peering around the dark dorm room, he noted that the hangings around the other boy’s beds were drawn.

Draco slipped off his bed, crept to his trunk, and dug through it. Returning to the safety of his sheets, he only opened the box after tightly cinching the green velvet curtains. Safely inside, he retrieved the thick envelope. Cold unease washed over him as he examined its contents.

Draco’s carefully selected collection of magical photographs flickered, animated under the orb of Lumos. It had been so enjoyable to choose and clip them. He couldn't recall when he began clandestinely sliding them away inside this mislabelled envelope. That very act rendered the photos so incriminating.

The wisest decision would be to vanish the lot without hesitation and resist any future temptation to collect more photos. Frustratingly, Draco was tempted to take one last look. Carving the images into his mind before burning them was simply the most rational course of action.

He carefully splayed the paper clippings over his bedspread. Most were from Quidditch Quarterly and other sports magazines. There were some images he had magically duplicated from books and a few clipped from the Prophet.

Nevertheless, weeks after Draco began hiding them, he dimly realised every athlete was a man, despite the even gender mix represented in the league. Both wizards and witches received even coverage in Quidditch Quarterly, after all.

Handsome, dark-haired wizards with carefree postures smiled up at him. Some were shots taken post-game when they were sweaty and had peeled off their outer robes. Wizards grinned at him in the haze of post-victory euphoria, sipping from water bottles and glancing at the camera. Friendly blokes posed with their brooms for interview scoops.

Although Krum was his favourite player (everyone’s favourite, surely), Draco hadn’t clipped many photos of the Bulgarian Seeker. The only one from a magazine was a shot with his arm around Todorov, the star Chaser of their national team. As he admired the photo, he abruptly realised he'd been captivated by the friendly, blue-green eyes of the Chaser fellow, not Krum’s stoic sharpness.

The more recent clippings were from the Prophet: the ones from the Triwizard articles. There were a dozen photos showing combinations of Krum, Diggory, Potter and Delacour. He kept the individual portraits of the three boys but had overlooked saving the Veela girls’. His jaw tightened with the weight of realisation. It was vital that he dispose of the whole collection.

Except…

Hesitancy enveloped him as he stared at a solo photo of Harry, shuffling and smiling awkwardly up at him. It was printed large and in colour, typical for coverage of the Boy Who Lived. Printed in muted forest ink, these green eyes were nowhere near as dazzling as the real thing. Draco was caught for a long minute before he lost all heart. Groaning, he swept the other photos into a neat pile and slipped them safely inside the envelope.

[fics-n-stuff-n-stuff]

Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia

Gray Fullbuster/Juvia Lockser

Levy McGarden/Gajeel

all fairy tail characters basically -Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic Fluff and Angst Romance / Friendship / developing feelings / Lucy has new spirits I checked constellations and gave her ones I thought were cool

Summary

Lucy is thrown into a world she didn’t know existed. Join her as she unravels this new world full of magic that brings adventure, romance and destruction along with it.

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Just a modern re-telling of Fairy tail following its arcs with a few twists and turns along the way💞

You can also read it here

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Chapter 5

After being a part of Fairy Tail for almost 3 weeks, Lucy could say she felt happier than she could ever remember.

Since returning from her first job as a Fairy Tail mage two weeks ago, she's managed to find a beautiful apartment on Strawberry Street, with a view of the canal.

It was decently close to the guild and in walking distance to one of Magnolia's best markets.

Plus it had a killer bathtub, and Lucy really couldn't resist. Even if it was pricey, and the landlady was a tad scary.

She managed to talk Natsu into helping her move in with the promise of food. Along with Gray and Happy, who turned out to be a talking, flying blue cat.

No sorry exceed, they were called exceeds.

To say Lucy was shocked when a blue and a white creature flew into the guild and started talking would be an understatement.

She found out that the exceeds had been away visiting family, on the other side of Fiore and that they were Natsu and Wendy's respective friends/companions/partners as far as Lucy could tell.

Happy and Charla were their names, and they were an interesting pair.

She liked both of them, they were cute, with very distinct personalities. Charla- Wendy's white exceed was snobbish but smart and extremely witty, while Happy was a sneaky, fish and gossip-loving goofball.

He and Natsu are also quite the duo, Lucy never seemed to stop laughing around them, though they do tease her as hard as they manage to make her laugh, so it balances out.

When they returned from their job, Lucy started training her magic with the help of a fellow mage named Erza.

Erza Scarlet was a force to be reckoned with, one of the strongest mages in Fairy Tail, and potentially one of the strongest in Fiore if what Lucy heard was right.

She was a  beautiful scarlet-haired woman whose everyday attire consists of armor and a skirt. Her magic was most fascinating, Erza could summon weapons and armor from pocket dimensions that she created. 

It's known as reequip magic, and it's incredibly cool.

Though when she agreed to train with the older girl, she didn't know what she was getting herself into.

While normally Erza is kind, thoughtful, and considerate, while training she was terrifying.

Though she did get results.

In the two weeks, she's been training with Erza, her magical stamina has gotten exponentially better. 

Lucy was now able to keep two gates open at the same time, for a prolonged period of time. She couldn't summon two gold keys at the same time, but one silver and one gold was manageable without her passing out.

Not only that but, once they made a contract, Virgo had gifted her a magical whip that could be infused with her magic.

It was an unusual weapon, but somehow perfect for the blonde. Lucy was surprised at how quickly she picked up on how to use it.

With Erza's help, that is.

Lucy was still frustrated with, in her opinion, inadequate results, but Erza assured her that her progress is notable and it should not be discouraging as it takes time to master any skill, and magic is no different.

Levy and Lucy have been studying up on spirits with Crux as well, finding out more about the spirits, but not of their summoners or what happened to them.

The discoveries they made were mostly about the different types of keys, and how, with training, Lucy could learn to use her magic in a multitude of ways.

One of the things she's eager to learn is called 'Star Dress'. A spell that allows the summoner to channel their spirit's power and fuse with it.

Lucy also learned that there were more than just gold and silver keys out there.

When Lucy wasn't training with Erza or researching with Levy, she could be found with Natsu and Happy.

They had taken it upon themselves to bother her at all times.

Whether it was breaking into her apartment, raiding her kitchen, or watching movies on her tv. They took her on a tour of Magnolia and even took her fishing with them.

Not that Lucy minded, she found herself enjoying their company immensely, and growing fond of both of them the more time they spent together.

They even wound up going on another job together, this time with Happy.

A local one, they were tasked with helping an old man move some of his magic artifacts to a new apartment.

It was completely mundane, and Natsu was grumbling half the time, so after they finished moving she decided to treat him to some food.  Even if it could potentially bankrupt her if she kept feeding him.

All in all, Lucy was having the best time with her new friends.

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"So, we were thinking of having a party at the end of the week to celebrate your first month in Fairy Tail!" Mira beamed at Lucy from behind the bar as she set the raspberry lemonade in front of her, and a pile of fire chicken for Natsu next to her, and he immediately started devouring them.

"Oh, you don't need to go through all that trouble. I'm just happy to be here with you guys, have real friends, you know?" Lucy told her, feeling like a celebration was unnecessary.

"Nonsense, I've already run everything by the master, and he agreed. Also, Fairy Tail finds any excuse to party, you'll see." Mira winked and went to serve someone at the other end of the bar.

"She's right ya know. Even if ya weren't here they'd find some reason to throw a party." Natsu told her with a mouthful of food, making Lucy grimace at him.

"Don't talk with your mouth full!" Lucy said sharply, sending him a small glare, making him swallow his food before apologizing.

"Sorry, Luce." He mumbled and continued eating, a bit less messy this time.

Lucy shook her head at him, holding back a smile at his antics.

"Ah, Natsu and Lucy, I was looking for you." Natsu choked on his food at the voice that appeared behind them.

Lucy turned to face the girl with a smile.

"Good morning Erza, what can we do for you?" She greeted the other woman and raised her hand to slap Natsu, who was still choking, on the back.

"I would like to ask you both to accompany Gray and myself to Oshibana, there is word of a dark guild brewing something vicious.

Before he left for his meeting, the master tasked me with curating a team and checking it out." Erza explained and Lucy was stunned.

At Erza's inquiry, Lucy found herself wondering why she would want her to come with them.

Sure she's trained with Erza a little, and can keep Virgo or Aquarius out for a while and fight decently, but compared to the three of them she might as well have no magic.

As if sensing her thoughts, the older girl turned to look at Lucy with a slight smile on her face.

"It is apparent that you and Natsu have become a team within the guild, and you have greatly improved since we started training. I am eager to see you in battle." Erza told her, clasping a hand on her shoulder, almost popping it out with the force she used.

"I'm sure Luce can kick all sorts of ass, she's awesome! And you're on Titania, but no promises on not beating the ice prick if he starts strippin'." Natsu exclaimed, throwing his arm over Lucy's shoulders, bringing her close to his chest.

"Deal, but only if he is taking his clothes off. If I see you two fighting like the idiots that you are, I will end both of you. Understood?" Erza threatened, and while she couldn't see his face, she felt the way his breath hitched slightly at Erza's words.

"A-Aye, sir!" He saluted and Erza smiled at them.

"Wonderful. I will see you both at the train station tomorrow. Six am sharp." And with that she left them at the bar, going to sit at one of the unoccupied tables.

"She's scary." Natsu said with a shiver once Erza was out of hearing distance making Lucy giggle.

"No, you're just an idiot. Seriously, I get that you and Gray are like literally fire and ice, but you don't need to fight all the time." He pouted at her words making her laugh. "Just play nice on the mission and you'll be fine." She told him, hand going to pat his head.

"Easy for you to say." He mumbled, going back to eating his food, though a little less enthusiastically this time.

Lucy looked down at the bar, thinking if it was a good idea for her to go with them. If Erza is asking for Natsu and Gray's help, it must be serious.

Was she up for that?

"Do you think I should go on the job? I mean realistically I'll just be slowing you down." She asked him quietly, wringing her hands in her lap.

"What're ya talkin' about? Of course, you're coming with us, ya heard Erza she wants to see ya fight." He turned to give her an encouraging smile.

"If she says your ready, then your ready. Trust me she wouldn't throw anything at you  that you can't handle." Natsu told her, nudging her shoulder with his.

Lucy looked up at him "You really think so?" He beamed at her "I know so! Even before ya had Virgo, and didn't even know how to fight ya still went after that bastard on our first job! Plus you're the smartest person I know, so don't go doubtin' yourself!"

Lucy could barely hold back her tears. There he goes again, being sincere and sweet. Encouraging her like no one has before.

He believed in her, that's all Lucy needed to know. She smiled at him, wrapping one of her arms around his waist to give him a side hug.

"Thank you, Natsu." He squeezed her shoulder in response, pulling her closer to him.

He was always warm, and comforting, and Lucy always felt butterflies when they touched like this. 

Which was frequent, considering Natsu was a very physical person. He expresses himself through physical touch, and Lucy always found herself on the receiving end of it.

She was brought back to reality as she felt Natsu move, she looked over and saw him moving his arm and snatching her lemonade, downing it in one gulp.

"Hey! That was my drink!" Lucy shouted in outrage, stepping out of their hug, making Natsu laugh and move to run to where Happy was, with Wendy and Charla.

"You owe me a raspberry lemonade you jerk!" Lucy chased after him.

"Help me Happy, Lucy's after me!"

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Lucy was at the train station at 6 am on the dot the next morning.

It was crowded this morning and Lucy spent a few minutes before finally spotting Erza and Gray by the ticket booth.

She walked over to them and greeted "Good morning guys, is Natsu not here yet?" She asked them with a smile.

"Flame brain is late, as usual." Gray snorts out and starts pulling his shirt off, only for Erza to hit him on the back of his head. "Stop taking your clothes off, go and buy us the tickets while we wait for Natsu."

Rubbing his shoulder, Gray adjusted his shirt back on his body and put a jacket over it as he went to do as he was told, muttering under his breath the whole time.

"I reserved us a private car, so we can discuss the details without prying ears," Erza said, turning to face Lucy who hummed in acknowledgment as she scanned the station, looking for a flash of pink.

She spotted him not a minute later, running through a crowd of people.

"Ah, there he is. Good, the train should be leaving soon." Erza seemed to have noticed him as well.

Gray comes back with the tickets at that moment, without the jacket he had on before.

Natsu right behind him.

"Yo! Sorry I'm late." He greets them, hands holding onto the straps of his backpack.

"Now that we're all here," Erza said, sending a glare at Natsu. "Let's board so I can explain the known details."

She walked up and boarded the train, Gray right behind her.

Lucy turned to look at Natsu wincing at his already paled skin at the sight of the train, his face turned a shade of green as his nausea kicked in before he even stepped on it, a pitiful sound escaping his throat.

Feeling for the man, Lucy wrapped his arm around her shoulder for support, holding him by the waist, and helped him onto the train.

"Come on, don't be a baby." She said to him as he continued to whine. "The sooner we leave, the sooner we get there." Lucy tells him as they make their way through the seats.

"That doesn't even make sense." She heard him say, making her roll her eyes.

They made their way to the cart Erza had reserved. Going in she sat Natsu in one of the seats and plopped next to him. The moment she sat down he flung himself in her lap.

"Natsu!" Lucy squeaked at the suddenness of the act.

She heard Gray laugh at her predicament.

"I was able to fall asleep like this last time, I didn't even puke on you, please?" He pleaded pathetically and Lucy sighed nodding her head.

"Fine, but if you do vomit on me I will kill you, that is a promise Dragneel." He nodded his head muttering an 'Aye, sir.' Before settling on her lap, face burrowing a little into her stomach.

Lucy tried not to blush, she kept her gaze on Natsu's head looking at his hair.

One of her hands slowly wound up tangled in the pink mess, it was softer than she expected, considering it somewhat defied gravity.

Lucy continued scratching his head and he fell asleep in record time. She let out a chuckle at how nonsensical he is.

Raised by a dragon and can eat fire, but cannot stand transportation.

Ridiculous.

"Well, that's a better solution than me knocking him out I suppose. We can fill him in later."

Erza said, bringing Lucy out of her thoughts about the absurdity of the man in her lap, and she looked up at her and saw Gray shudder at the thought of Erza knocking someone out.

"There is word of a dark guild moving towards Oshibana in search of something called 'Lullaby'. The intel we have seems to claim it is an artifact of some sort. Whatever it is, it can't be good. The leader is someone called Eisenwald, we know he uses some type of air magic, but not much else." Erza paused for a moment and went to continue but Lucy interrupted.

"Sorry, you said they were looking for Lullaby?" Lucy urged "Yes, like I said, it seems to be an object of some kind, but we are not sure, why do you ask?"

"It's just, Levy and I have been doing some research with the help of Grampa Crux,  most of it about my spirits. But we have  also been looking into the dark mage Zeref, trying to figure out why he would have wanted to eradicate all spirit summoners." Lucy's free hand goes to the keys on her hip automatically, needing their comfort as she spoke.

"In the course of our research, I remember reading about one of the demons that he created. It was known as Lullaby." Lucy explained and Erza's expression turned fierce.

Gray was silent, face grave, he flinched slightly as she mentioned Zeref and his demons.

"If that is true, it's even worse than I thought. Do you know anything more about this demon?" She asked

"It said that Lullaby was a flute. When played it kills anyone who hears its song." Lucy recited the passage she read.

"Shit." Gray said.

"Yes, shit is right. We need to stop them before they get their hands on it." Erza said her voice steely.

"This is the plan, when we get to Oshibana we go straight for the building that we know the dark mages are in. Hopefully, they haven't found the flute and we can take them out before they have a chance to." Gray nodded in agreement but Lucy was feeling even more uncertain about coming than before.

"And if they've already found it?" She asks, dreading the answer.

"Then we make sure to take them out before they can use it."

'What kind of a plan is that?' Lucy asked herself, but nodded anyway, turning her head to look out the window as she contemplated her life choices.

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Upon their arrival in Oshibana, they hurried towards the location of the dark guild.

Erza and Gray in the front, Natsu and Lucy in the back. She had helped him out of the train and as a result they were lagging behind a bit so, Lucy took the chance to explain what they knew so far and the overall game plan to him.

"Happy didn't want to come on this one?" Lucy asked him once she explained about Lullaby.

She noticed back on the train and wanted to ask, but he was out before she had the chance. The blue fur ball was not in Natsu's backpack like usual when they go out in public.

"Nah, the little buddy went on a job with Wendy and Charla, something about finally winning Charla over." He shrugged, arms crossed behind his head as they entered a shady-looking part of town.

"Aww, they are so cute." Lucy said with a smile thinking of the exceeds finding love.

They saw Gray and Erza pause to wait for them.

"We are approaching the building, it's best to surprise them with a direct attack." Erza told them, pointing at an abandoned factory building, that was a few meters from them.

Thankfully no people were in the vicinity.

"Gray, Natsu, I want you two to bust the doors and attack them dead on. Lucy and I will sneak around back and block the exits. Everyone clear?" She asked sternly making the two men salute her, Lucy offered a sharp nod. "Understood."

Lucy followed Erza to the back of the building, leaving Natsu with Gray.

She shouldn't worry about him, he was more than capable of fighting off enemies. But she couldn't help but feel like she should be there so she could see that he was okay.

Even that first time, when she bolted after the mage that stole the book, she felt that pull to stay near him.

It was an odd feeling. She feels odd things around Natsu all the time. Has been feeling them since they met.

It started as a twinge in her chest when he was near, or a prickle of their skin when they touched.

It grew into a warmth that seemed to reside in her heart, in her soul. Lucy could feel it growing stronger the more time they spent together. It was almost like a force pulling them together.

Shaking herself out of her thoughts of Natsu, Lucy reminded herself to focus.

She couldn't afford to be distracted or lost in thought when they were about to attack the enemy.

Erza signaled for them to split up and cover both back exists and, while Lucy was still apprehensive about whether she could handle herself or not, she had to try. She would never know for sure until she did and she couldn't live in fear.

Not if she wanted to stay a part of this world. A part of Fairy Tail.

And she did, so Lucy went to her post and braced herself for the chaos about to come. Praying to the gods to keep them safe.

There was a loud explosion that echoed throughout the very foundation of the building, making Lucy sway slightly at the unexpected shockwave.

Natsu and Gray have made their move.

Lucy braced herself for battle, hand moving to the whip on her belt, deciding that she wouldn't summon a spirit until necessary to not exhaust herself.

She could hear the battle coming from the front of the building, voices bouncing off the walls.

Footsteps approaching her alerted Lucy to her attacker, a tall man appeared from the corner, he stopped when he saw her, crossing his arms he looked her up and down, clearly unimpressed.

"Are you here to stop me, princess?" He taunted her as his hands started glowing, preparing to attack.

Lucy's jaw ticked at his demeaning nickname, her own hand tightening on her whip, magic flowing through her as she prepared for the fight.

"You know it's a shame I have to take you down, because baby, you are one fine piece of ass." He continued with a smirk on his face as he reared his hand to attack.

Lucy mentally gagged at his comment, but kept her face blank, she was watching him, assessing his trajectory and bracing herself to avoid impact.

The tall man sent a ball of light her way and Lucy managed to sidestep it, pouring her magic into the whip, she sent it flying towards the man, catching both of his hands, he let out a scream of pain as her magic wrapped around his wrists.

She used the element of surprise she sent him flying back and into a wall, her magic sending a burst of light through his body.

She pulled her whip back and assessed the damage, he seemed to be knocked out.

Carefully, she walked closer to the man that was slumped against the wall. Taking out the magic cuffs Erza gave her, she took his hands and put them on, rendering his magic useless.

Lucy took a step back, and then another. She let out a gasp, that turned into laughter, she didn't know why she was laughing she just felt lighter.

As the adrenaline faded she realized the building was silent. The fighting was over.

Suddenly there was a loud ringing noise followed by a raspy voice, coming from the loudspeakers.

"Dear little fairies, you thought you could catch us off guard, did you? Well, it makes no difference to me if you manage to defeat those pathetic excuses for mages. I have my prize and am fully intent on using its power."

The voice taunted them over the loudspeaker. Lucy froze at his implication, he found Lullaby.

Was he going to use it now to kill them? With his fellow guild members present?

'Despicable.' Lucy thought.

"As for you, well you are trapped. Have fun trying to get out." With a laugh the intercom was shut off and Lucy trembled for a moment.

What did he mean they were trapped? Was he not going to kill them? What is his interest in Lullaby, and where does he intend to use it?

Lucy was brought out of her thoughts by footsteps that sent her on edge, powering her whip she readied herself for an attack, only to hear Natsu calling her.

"Lucy, Luce you okay?" He appeared in the hallway panting slightly.

Lucy looked him up and down, checking for injuries. He looked disheveled, pupils blown wide with adrenaline from his fight and the announcement they heard. She could see his scarf had some blood splattered on it, but none of it was his, as she found nothing but a few rips on his clothes.

'He's unharmed.' She relaxed slightly at the thought and she looked back up at him, that warm feeling building inside of her.

"I told ya you would kick ass!" He exclaimed beaming at her, legs moving to close the few meters of space between them and bring her into a hug, before picking her off the ground and spinning her.

"Put me down, you oaf!" Lucy managed to gasp out between laughs, and with one last spin, he set her down softly, hands on her waist smiling down at her with a warm look in his eyes.

"Hey." He greeted her.

"Hey yourself. I assume you and Gray handled the rest of the mages?" Lucy asked him as she pulled out of his embrace and went down the hall from where Natsu appeared.

"Yeah, he went to see if he could find the broadcasting room. I followed my nose to you." Natsu told her, following behind and carrying the cuffed man over his shoulder.

"We need to find them and re-group, did you find anything out on where they plan to use the flute?" Lucy asked him as they approached the main part of the building.

Pausing as she looked at the damage that Natsu and Gray caused. The caved walls and rubble, a hole was blown through the floor, and a  pile of cuffed, unconscious bodies by the door.

Lucy shivered slightly. It was kind of scary to think what they were capable of. She was glad they were the good guys.

"Lucy, Natsu. You're both uninjured. That's good, we need to move. I found out what they plan on doing with the flute and it is bad. Where is Gray?" Erza said as she approached them. She was dressed in her usual armor and skirt, unharmed.

"He went to try and find the broadcast room." Natsu told her and she cursed.

"Not matter, we don't have time, he can catch up with us. We need to get to Clover Town. They are planning on using Lullaby to kill all the guild masters." Erza said in a grave tone, and Lucy felt her heart drop.

"What? We need to stop those bastards!" Natsu growled as his body engulfed in flames and he started running out of the building.

Lucy and Erza on his heels.

When they exited the factory, however, they saw a giant wall of wind encircling the building.

"What the fuck?" Lucy asked out loud.

They were surrounded by a tornado? Magic is so weird.

"Natsu, stop doing that you'll injure yourself." Erza's voice made Lucy turn and see Natsu throwing himself into the side of the wind, trying to break through.

'It's gonna rip him to shreds.' Lucy thought as she watched him get blasted back once again by the force of the wind.

He stood up, body shaking as it lit on fire, and with a roar he charged towards it again.

Lucy jumped to action and hugged him from behind, hands on his chest. Holding him back.

"Stop! Just stop it Natsu!! You're gonna get yourself killed, and then what? Who's going to help us save Makarov and the other masters?" She yelled at him, trying to calm down his murderous tunnel vision with logic.

She felt him relax in her grip, extinguishing the fire and slumping into her chest.

"We need to get through." He choked out and Lucy tightened her hold on him. "We will. I promise."

"There you guys are!" Gray's voice called out, making Lucy look over Natsu's head to see him. "What the hell is with this wind? How are we supposed to get out?" He asked as he stopped near them.

"I could use one of my armors and fly over it, but I don't know how I would get you out, I can't carry anything but my weight to fly." Erza said, hand on her chin, debilitating on whether she should do it or not.

Lucy let go of Natsu knowing that he was not going to charge at the air like a maniac again.

"Maybe there's an underground tunnel we can take inside the factory?"

Natsu asked with a shrug and Lucy had an Eureka moment.

"A tunnel, yes! Why didn't I think of that? Natsu you're a genius." Lucy exclaimed making the three mages turn to look at her with various confused expressions.

"I am? How am I a genius?" Natsu asked her and she just rolled her eyes and reached for her key belt on her hip.

"Open, gate of the virgin, Virgo!" The spirit emerged from golden light, revealing a pink-haired young woman, wearing a maid's uniform with shackles on her wrist.

Lucy felt a slight twinge when she summoned her, but it was much better than the first time she summoned Aquarius.

"How may I assist you, my lady?" Virgo bowed at the waist making Lucy roll her eyes at the formalities.

"I told you to call Lucy, none of that 'My lady' nonsense." The spirit nodded her head and bowed once more. "I apologize, mistress, would you like to punish me?"

She heard Natsu laugh at her words and sighed in frustration, there was no winning with her.

Hand rubbing the bridge of her nose, Lucy let out a sigh.

"No punishments. I need you to dig us a tunnel from here to the other side of the wind wall please Virgo." She asked and the spirit immediately sprang to action, pointing her toes, she started spinning uncontrollably and the earth started shaking as she applied pressure.

And just like a drill, she broke the concrete and disappeared beneath it.

"That's so wicked!" Natsu exclaimed as they all started at the hole Virgo left behind.

"I'm never gonna get used to you just summoning people out of nowhere. And are they all that weird?" Gray chimed in.

Before Lucy could answer his question, Virgo popped back out of the hole.

"The tunnel is secure mistress, may I receive my punishment now?" She asked eagerly.

"No punishments Virgo. Thank you for your help, you can go back now." Lucy dismissed her, and the spirit bowed dissolving in a flash of light.

"Wait to go! You are amazing Luce!" Natsu hugged her suddenly, pulling her feet off the ground. He placed a kiss on the side of her head and placed her back down.

"Isn't she the best?" He beamed at Gray and Erza, and in true Natsu fashion before anyone could respond, he jumped down the tunnel and out of sight.

Lucy knew that her face was as red as a tomato. Trying to ignore the fluttering in her stomach and the looks she was getting from Erza and Gray, she shook her head.

"Idiot." She muttered with a smile before jumping after him. "Are you guys coming or what?" She called back to Gray and Erza and heard them jump in after her.

[bobbiworks]

Beyond the Bell's Chimes | Part 56

The Summer Solstice Gala, a dazzling creation by the student council, unfolded as the grand spectacle for Segye High School's students and teachers, marking the peak of their cultural festival celebrations. Eunseok, fueled by a promise to his predecessor, had transformed Shotaro's blueprints into a breathtaking reality. The school's gymnasium was now a radiant setting, alive with the anticipation of an unforgettable night.

As the students and teachers flocked to the venue, draped in their finest attire, the air was charged with excitement. Among the crowd were three friends—Miyoung, Suyoung, and Jiwoo. They had gathered at Miyoung's place to glam up for the event, unaware that the boys would be fashionably late. Dressed to the nines, they chatted and snapped photos, each radiating her unique charm.

Miyoung, with her hydrangea tender floral maxi tied dress, Suyoung, the pink fanatic in a doll-like mini dress and stiletto heels, and Jiwoo, proudly donning a white lacy frock dress, had made an unforgettable entrance. Suyoung had skillfully applied makeup on Jiwoo, who couldn't help but express concern that she might have gone overboard.

Unexpectedly, Hanbin, one of their friends, approached with a surprise. "I thought I was going to meet new girls here," he teased, only to realize he was in the midst of familiar faces.

Panicking, Jiwoo turned to Suyoung, worried about her makeup. Hanbin chuckled, "I mean, miladies, you look all wonderful tonight."

Suyoung playfully warned him about Minseul's disapproving glares, but Hanbin, undeterred, continued his compliments. Minseul, overhearing, intervened and dragged Hanbin away, sparking a brief moment of worry among the girls.

As Suyoung reassured Jiwoo, the girls noticed the absence of the boys. Suyoung mused, "Hmm, the boys are taking too long. Did they wear something fancier?"

Jiwoo, weary from standing in heels, quietly made her way to the buffet table. Her worries about bloating, voiced by Suyoung and Miyoung earlier, had kept her from snacking. She picked out some blueberry cheesecake bites, savoring the sweetness as the excitement around her heightened.

Suddenly, screams erupted from the crowd, prompting Jiwoo to nearly choke on her food. Curiosity piqued, she observed the spectacle from a distance. The commotion unveiled the arrival of Segye High School's princes—the boys who led the Mars Club. Eunseok, at the forefront, led the group of dashing young men, each adorned in glamorous tuxedos.

Overhearing the surrounding conversations, Jiwoo couldn't help but smile. "Oh my god! This is a sight to see. I did not know Eunseok is friends with the Mars Club!" one girl exclaimed excitedly. "God, their girlfriends are so lucky!"

Jiwoo, still by the buffet table, marveled at the scene unfolding before her, a mix of surprise, admiration, and a touch of wonder for the magical night that awaited.

Jiwoo, finding herself the unwitting subject of gossip, couldn't help but be amused. Attempting to hide her face behind her plate full of cake, she tilted her head down and slipped away from the chattering crowd.

"Song Eunseok is always handsome!" sighed one girl.

"Oh my god! Park Wonbin is crazy handsome!" screamed another.

Jiwoo tried to distance herself, but her ears perked up as a group of girls started gossiping about a rumored love triangle at Segye High. Eavesdropping discreetly, she couldn't resist getting involved in the conversation.

"Hey! Did you hear the rumor? There's this girl in Segye High that they really like…" one girl began, prompting Jiwoo's curiosity.

"Yeah, the boys were crazily in love with her and were fighting for their lives!"

Jiwoo couldn't suppress a snort, finding the rumors rather hilarious. The girls, including Jiwoo, gasped as the gossip continued, detailing a supposed love saga involving Park Wonbin, Hong Seunghan, Song Eunseok, and Anton Lee.

Amused, Jiwoo tried to stifle her laughter, causing the girls to glance at her suspiciously. She decided to set the record straight with a burst of laughter, revealing her true identity.

"I heard she's an heiress. No wonder these boys were crazy—"

Jiwoo burst into laughter, surprising the girls. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry. That was just hilarious to hear," Jiwoo said, recovering from her laughter. "As a matter of fact, I only dated Park Wonbin before I dated Song Eunseok… and Seunghan is my best friend, and then Anton… Anton's like my little brother."

The girls were left bewildered, and one recognized Jiwoo, gasping and informing her friend. They both gasped in shock, realizing they had been gossiping about Jiwoo herself.

"You?"

"Please, the rumors are funny. Don't let the boys hear these or else—"

Jiwoo stopped short as she noticed Seunghan and Wonbin walking behind the girls. She turned and saw Eunseok smiling sweetly at her, holding her waist.

The girls squealed at the sight of the King of Segye High School standing before them. "I was looking everywhere for you," he said.

"You're late," Jiwoo teased, trying to hide her surprise at Eunseok's stunning look for the night. She failed to recognize Eunseok's well-established background, evident in his gentlemanly manners.

"Did you come with the boys?" she asked.

Eunseok nodded, expressing his excitement. "You look beautiful," he said, making Jiwoo blush and playfully hitting his chest. "I saw you munching on some cakes. Are you hungry?"

Jiwoo nodded, still holding the plate. "We should find some tables," he suggested, taking the plate from her. Instead of leaving it, he added more snacks, eager for her to eat.

"Heol, they are really dating," the watching girls sighed in envy. "She's indeed very pretty."

"You girls are right, our Jiwoo is very pretty," Seunghan chimed in, making the girls blush. "She's our first love," he confessed. "Is that right, Wonbin?"

Wonbin, usually reserved, did not respond immediately, sipping his apple juice and keeping his eyes on Jiwoo and Eunseok. Eventually, he smiled and turned to Seunghan. "You're right, but I will forever be her first love," he proudly declared, leaving the girls swooning at the charming revelation.

Eunseok and Jiwoo stood together, drawing the attention of onlookers as whispers and conversations buzzed around them. The gymnasium pulsed with music, creating an energetic atmosphere where people reveled in the festivities—dancing, chatting, and immersing themselves in the vibrant ambiance. Eunseok's gaze wandered, particularly fixing on the stage where the classical band was supposed to be assembled.

Jiwoo, noticing his concern, took his hand. "Something wrong?" she inquired, prompting Eunseok to turn to her with a smile. "You look worried."

"Am I? It's just that the classical band should have been set already," Eunseok explained. "I am sure Sungchan's there to fix it."

Jiwoo, ever supportive, offered to wait. "Do you need to check? I can wait. I won't go anywhere," she reassured him with a chuckle.

Eunseok, however, was resolute. He squeezed her hand and shook his head. "No, I promised that I'll stay with you tonight."

"I don't see any reason why you can't leave me for a bit," Jiwoo suggested playfully. "Besides, I'll just be sitting there. My feet hurt." She pouted, and Eunseok, concerned for her comfort, checked her feet. Sighing, he decided to walk her to the bleachers, offering his jacket to cover her legs as she sat.

"Don't go anywhere," Eunseok instructed before heading backstage to address the issue. Jiwoo watched him leave, feeling a sudden emptiness despite the lively crowd surrounding her. Smoothing Eunseok's jacket on her lap, she couldn't shake the unexpected realization of missing him by her side.

As Jiwoo contemplated his absence, someone familiar from her past took a seat beside her. She looked up and met the gaze of a person whose presence evoked memories and stirred a mix of emotions.

"What's going on? The show should have started earlier," Eunseok questioned as he entered the backstage. Sungchan, in charge of the performance, explained that one of the violinists couldn't make it due to illness, leaving the rest of the members ready and waiting.

"I told Sungchan hyung that we can go on without that member," Anton chimed in, standing behind Miyoung. "It may sound incomplete, but it's going to be fine," he assured.

Eunseok nodded in agreement, turning to Sungchan and giving him a determined look. The urgency of the situation reflected in his eyes, especially knowing that his parents were in the audience, eagerly anticipating a stellar performance.

"You don't have to worry," Miyoung reassured him.

"It's okay," Eunseok replied. "Follow the program; I have to go back to Jiwoo." He made a move to leave when Wonbin grabbed his arm.

"Here," Wonbin said, handing Eunseok a box wrapped in an old newspaper adorned with a black ribbon. "It's for Jiwoo," he explained. Confusion crossed Eunseok's face, wondering why Wonbin was entrusting him with the gift instead of giving it directly to Jiwoo. Wonbin continued, "I wanted to dance with her tonight before I say goodbye again, but I think it won't be good for me. I'll be playing songs, just like what we prepared for this event, but I will be leaving as soon as I finish." Despite maintaining a smile, Wonbin couldn't hide the hurt in his words.

"Why don't you give it to her and tell her all of this?" Eunseok suggested, not seeing any issue with Wonbin and Jiwoo having a conversation.

Wonbin shook his head. "I already told her everything I wanted to say. In case you haven't heard, I still have feelings for her. It just so happens that I have bigger dreams out there," he sighed. "Whatever, please give that to her. Everything she needs to hear again will be there." Wonbin explained, his emotions surfacing. "Please, I know that you will love Jiwoo no matter what, so I am happy for the two of you, hyung."

Eunseok felt a weight lifted off his chest at Wonbin's words. Despite not always expressing it, he had felt a tinge of insecurity whenever Wonbin was around Jiwoo.

"Thank you for being there with her when she needed someone the most," Wonbin acknowledged. "Damn, I hate being expressive, but that's it," he sighed, visibly annoyed with his own emotions.

"Thank you," Eunseok smiled. "I'll take care of her. I will love her, protect her, and make her happy. That's all that matters." With Wonbin's message delivered, Eunseok headed back to Jiwoo, the box in hand, carrying both Wonbin's sentiments and his unwavering commitment to the woman he loved.

~

Jiwoo found herself outside the gymnasium, standing near the parking lot with a person who had taken a seat next to her in the bleachers. The air felt chilly, and the atmosphere seemed tense as people passing by couldn't help but glance at the duo. Jiwoo was quietly holding her hands, a mix of cold and anxious, but she concealed it well.

"I'm sure you did not expect me to show up here," Yeonjun stated. He wore an oversized black shirt, black cargo pants, and sneakers. His face was partly covered by a bucket hat, and long hair framed his features. Several piercings adorned his face. "Not even how I look now…"

"You are still Yeonjun," Jiwoo replied, sensing his unease.

Yeonjun sighed, smiling softly as he observed Jiwoo. "You are still as pretty as the last time I saw you, Jiwoo. I can tell that you made better friends this time…" He chuckled.

"I did," Jiwoo nodded.

"Hmm, I heard what happened to Taehee and the others," Yeonjun admitted. "When I received the letter about your case, everything came back to me. How much I was a jerk to you… for not being a good friend. I began to feel a lot of regret for not helping you that time… and Miri, who would have thought Miri would do that too?" He tried to downplay his role, attempting to convince himself he did less harm than Miri, but deep down, he acknowledged he was equally at fault. "I realized that I was worse than Taehee… for turning a blind eye on your pain, Jiwoo."

Jiwoo remained composed, listening silently to Yeonjun's remorseful words. Disappointment lingered from their past, but she gave him a chance to speak.

"When I received the letter, I immediately involved myself and told your lawyer about everything. I thought that even if I didn't show up, I still did something to help you… after all this time…" Yeonjun continued. "I thought that would be enough. I tried to visit you at the hospital, but then I saw people who cared so much about you. That's when I thought that I need not be there…" His voice cracked, and tears welled up as he struggled to contain his emotions. "I'm sorry, Jiwoo. I wasn't a good friend."

Meanwhile, Eunseok, growing worried after learning Jiwoo was seen leaving with a mysterious guy, rushed outside the gymnasium. Spotting Jiwoo standing next to a man, he observed them cautiously. Jiwoo maintained a wary distance but looked at the man as he spoke. Alarmed when the man reached for Jiwoo's arm, Eunseok intervened, ensuring Jiwoo's safety.

"Is he trying to hurt you?" Eunseok asked, holding Jiwoo's hand protectively. Jiwoo, surprised by his sudden appearance, pulled Eunseok behind her and explained the situation.

"No, he is not," Jiwoo assured him. "Eunseok, this is Bae Yeonjun…" She introduced him, and Yeonjun, understanding the dynamics, removed his hat, revealing his face. He dipped his head in acknowledgment as Jiwoo continued, "He's a friend from middle school, and Yeonjun, this is Eunseok, my boyfriend."

"Yeonjun?" Eunseok repeated, his gaze fixed on the figure in front of them.

"Yes, he just came here to talk. Nothing else," Jiwoo explained.

"I apologize for the misunderstanding," Yeonjun continued bowing. "I want to apologize properly to Jiwoo as it felt right for us to have closure before we separate ways again."

Eunseok maintained a cold stare at Yeonjun, his protective instincts kicking in. Jiwoo, sensing the tension, held Eunseok's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He turned to her, met with her sweet smile, and sighed in defeat. "I told you to wait where you were…"

"I couldn't hear him talk with all the music inside," Jiwoo replied. She then looked at Yeonjun, suggesting to Eunseok that he wait for her at the entrance where he could still see her.

"Thank you, Yeonjun. I appreciate it a lot that you came here all the way to apologize," Jiwoo expressed her gratitude, nodding her head. "I appreciate that you helped me a lot in dealing with my case. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been successful… And I am sorry for disturbing you too."

"No, you don't have to apologize for that," Yeonjun assured her, finding solace in Jiwoo's words. "I'm glad to hear that… and I should get going," he said, waving anxiously before departing.

Once Yeonjun left, Eunseok let out a sigh so audible that Jiwoo turned to him, amused. "What?"

"You are quite popular," he mumbled, his protective instincts still lingering.

Jiwoo laughed and tugged on his hand before hugging him on the side. "Are you jealous?"

"You'll make fun of me if I say no," Eunseok replied.

"I am not making fun of you," she teased, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Eunseok, let's go inside?" She suggested, attempting to lead their way back into the party, but Eunseok stopped her. "Hmm?" She asked, walking back to him and holding onto his arms.

"I don't think I can last a day without you by my side," Eunseok confessed, his cheeks turning red. It was a sentiment he had been waiting to share. Jiwoo had stirred various emotions within him, making him realize the mysterious and beautiful nature of the heart. She smiled at him, reaching to cup his cheek, and then pinched it playfully.

"You are being very romantic nowadays, Eunseok," she chuckled. Despite not responding in words, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "To us…"

[littlebignoona]

 Chapter 1: The First Meeting

Kitty was watching the fish around her, thinking about what she should name them. She was the youngest worker there, but that didn't mean she didn't work as hard. In fact, to prove her worth and knowledge, she was on a mission to know more about aquatic life. She bid goodbye to her friends as she stepped onto the familiar streets, enjoying her day. 

The midday sun bathed the city in a warm glow as Kitty navigated the bustling streets, a determined look on her face. The entrance to the bookstore beckoned her with the promise of knowledge and adventure. Clutching a list of specific biology books she needed for her job at the aquarium, she stepped inside.

The air inside the bookstore held the familiar scent of paper and ink, and Kitty felt a sense of calm wash over her. She navigated through the aisles, her eyes scanning the spines of books. The soft rustle of pages turning and the distant murmur of fellow book enthusiasts created a soothing symphony.

As she reached the biology section, Kitty pulled out her list and began carefully selecting the books. Titles on marine biology, aquatic ecosystems, and marine life conservation found their way into her basket. Each book felt like a treasure, a key to unlocking new insights for her role at the aquarium.

Lost in her literary exploration, Kitty suddenly heard a friendly voice. "Finding everything you need?"

She turned to see a helpful bookstore employee, and a warm smile crossed her face. "Yes, thank you! I'm on a mission for marine knowledge."

The employee nodded. "That sounds fascinating! If you need any recommendations, feel free to ask."

In the bustling bookstore, the scent of old paper and ink lingered in the air as Chris perused the shelves. He couldn't resist the allure of classic novels and the promise of new worlds waiting to be explored. As he reached for a book, his hand brushed against another, and he turned to see a girl with soft eyes and a playful smile.

"Oops, sorry," Chris apologized, a sheepish smile on his face. The girl looked up, revealing a pair of sparkling brown eyes, and a small smile played on her lips.

"No problem," she replied, her voice soft and melodious. "It's a hazard in a place with so many books."

Chris chuckled, feeling an immediate connection. "Yeah, definitely. I'm Chris, by the way."

"Hi Chris, I'm Kitty," she said, extending a hand.

He shook her hand, the warmth of her touch sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. "Nice to meet you, Kitty. What brings you to the bookstore today?"

Kitty gestured toward the stacks of books. "Oh, you know, just seeking refuge in the magical realms of literature. How about you?"

"Same here," Chris replied. "Books are my inspiration when I feel lost."

They fell into an easy conversation, sharing favorite authors and book recommendations. Time seemed to slip away as they discovered common interests and laughed over shared literary quirks. Chris couldn't help but notice the twinkle in Kitty's eyes as she spoke passionately about her favorite stories.

As they moved through the bookstore, exploring the aisles together, Chris felt a connection blossoming. The initial awkwardness melted away, replaced by a shared excitement for the written word and the discovery of a new friendship. They eventually settled in a cozy corner with their chosen books, engrossed in their own worlds yet content in each other's presence.

The chance encounter in the bookstore had transformed into the beginning of something more, and Chris and Kitty found themselves immersed not only in the stories on the shelves but also in the story they were beginning to write together.

As their hang out slowly came to an end, these two realized that it was late, practically dinner time. Kitty and Chris stood outside in the dark, as their stomachs growling. Kitty twirled her hand in her sleeves, before looking at him. "Would you be interested in going to get dinner with me? I have a friend who owns a restaurant." Chris rubbed the back of his neck, before glancing at his watch. He still had time before he had to go back to the dorm. "Well...sure." He smiled at her, and she beamed right back at him. 

They slowly started walking down the city lighted street, finding themselves watching in a comfortable silence. 

Under the city lights, the night air was filled with a sense of adventure as Chris and Kitty decided to satisfy their late-night ramen cravings. The neon signs of the ramen shop flickered like distant stars, guiding them to a small, cozy spot with an inviting aroma wafting through the air.

As they entered, a soft chime announced their arrival. The warmth inside enveloped them like a comforting embrace. The low hum of conversation and the sizzle of ingredients on the grill added to the ambiance. They found a corner booth, the dim lighting casting a soft glow on Kitty's animated face.

"You know that, I've heard amazing things about this place," Chris said, scanning the menu.

Kitty grinned, her eyes sparkling. "You're in for a treat. The ramen here is out of this world. Dae-Ah!" Dae, a young, handsome male in his 20's, walked over. He was tall, slender, with strong facial features, and a man bun. He smiled sweetly at Kitty, before leaning over to kiss the top of her head, as he gave her a hug. He smiled politely at the young man across from her, before taking out a notepad. 

"Hi KitKat. Want your usual?" She nodded before looking at Chris. "This is Chris. Chris, this is Dae, he is the son of the owner. How is your mom?" "Doing better, she is resting in the back office, but my father is cooking in the back with my brother." He smiled sweetly at her. 

They placed their orders and settled into the booth, the anticipation building with each passing minute. The waiter brought steaming bowls of ramen, rich with savory broth and adorned with an array of colorful toppings.

Chris took a sip of the broth, savoring the complex flavors. "This is incredible," he exclaimed.

Kitty chuckled, slurping a noodle with enthusiasm. "Told you. It's like a party in your mouth."

"So how did you come to know this place?" "Well, when I came here, after moving away from my family, I didn't know anyone. One day, I was starving, and found this little place. I met Dae and his older brother when they were cleaning the tables, and ended up become a family friend. I've known them for about 4 years." "So what do you do in the meantime?" "I study biology. I currently work with the aquarium, learning about aquatic life, and trying to make it into the science field. What about you?" "Oh..I work as a musician and producer." Kitty smiled excitedly before they started digging more into their food. 

As they enjoyed their late-night feast, the casual conversation flowed seamlessly. They talked about everything from their favorite ramen toppings to their most cherished childhood memories. The night outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the rhythmic clinking of chopsticks and the soft hum of contentment.

Between bites, Chris couldn't help but admire the way Kitty's eyes lit up with each topic they explored. It felt like a stolen moment in time, a simple yet magical connection that transcended the late-night ramen adventure.

As they finished their meal, the clock ticked closer to midnight. They paid the bill and stepped back into the cool night air, their bellies satisfied and spirits lifted. The neon signs of the ramen shop flickered behind them, casting a warm glow on Chris and Kitty as they strolled through the city streets, the night alive with the shared memory of a spontaneous and delightful late-night ramen rendezvous.

As the evening wind whispered through the city streets, Chris and Kitty found themselves on the doorstep of saying goodbye. The glow of the streetlights bathed them in a soft ambiance, and the air was filled with the lingering excitement of their time together.

Kitty, her eyes sparkling, grinned at Chris. "Well, Chris, this has been an unexpectedly amazing night."

Chris returned her smile, the playful banter between them lingering in the air. "Unexpectedly amazing? Are you saying you didn't have high expectations for hanging out with me?"

Kitty pretended to ponder, tapping her chin with a finger. "Hmm, let's see. High expectations, low expectations… I think I'll go with 'exceedingly delightful expectations.'"

Chris laughed, a warm sound in the cool night air. "Well, in that case, I'm glad I could exceed your exceedingly delightful expectations."

Kitty stepped a bit closer, the playful glint in her eyes intensifying. "You're not too shabby, Chris. I might have to consider inviting you for more late-night adventures."

Chris raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. "Are you saying there's a chance for an encore?"

Kitty chuckled, her tone teasing. "I guess it depends on how well you navigate the perilous world of late-night ramen. It's not for the faint of heart, you know."

Chris pretended to shudder dramatically. "I'll have you know, I'm a fearless ramen explorer. Bring on the spice and noodles!"

They both burst into laughter, the shared moment cementing the lighthearted connection between them. As they reluctantly approached the end of the evening, Kitty flashed a sly smile.

"Well, Chris, it's been a night to remember. Thanks for the adventure."

Chris bowed theatrically. "The pleasure was all mine, Kitty. Until our paths cross again in the world of late-night delights."

With a final exchange of playful glances, they parted ways, each carrying the memory of a night filled with laughter, banter, and the promise of more adventures to come.

[savebatsartedition]

Whumptober 2024 Day 18

Summary:

Mitsumi gets ready for her next contest. She has a little bit of blood on her hands, and it's hard to wash. Prompt: REVENGE | Unreliable Narrator | Loss of Identity | “I see what's mine and take it.”

Notes:

This is kinda inspired by one of last year’s goretober drawings that I made? (The one of her killing him, duh, since that’s what this is.) Content Warnings: Past revenge murder, references to cults and brainwashing, blood, dissociation, mentions of attempted suicide Words: 2,034

(Fic also under the cut.)

Mitsumi smiled at her reflection in the mirror. As expected, it smiled right back at her, and both of their faces broke into grins. The green haired woman reached out and touched her fingers to the glass, smudging it slightly as she made connection with the her on the other side. She swore she had never seen this mirror grinning so happily, and that made her grin even more, because, of course, he was that woman in the mirror.

She let her fingers slide off of the glass, humming a little tune to herself as she got to fixing her hair. (It had slid mostly out of her ponytail on the way here, and it was mighty frizzy around the edges.) Her fingers slid through the familiar green strands without all that much resistance, in fact, it was only a few times that her uneven nails caught in the tangles and clumps they found there.

She wished she had given herself a little more time to prepare for today, because this didn't really look like herself. (Nor did that girl in the mirror, so small looking in those familiar halls.) She had tangled hair, stained fingers, and nail polish that was chipped much of the way to the skin,  Plus, her hat was crooked, and one of her tall back socks had torn at the knee, revealing wet red patches underneath. Honestly, she was a bit of a wreck!

She slowed the pace of her fingers through her hair, thinking for a moment of how she had gotten into this state. She'd asked Jun for a ride on Dragonite, dropped off into the woods, and... and... and then what?

She stopped for a moment, her heart quickening. No, that couldn't be it. That was ridiculous. A dream. The dream of a silly girl. She wasn't a silly girl, not anymore. (Nor had she ever been.) She was a young woman, and she didn't have time for ridiculous dreams quite like that.

All that mattered was that she was there now. Flattening down her ruffled skirt, adjusting her hat, cleaning the blood from her face, checking her teeth for any imperfections, changing her dirty socks, and fixing up her hair. It was just like getting ready for a contest (in fact, she had one right after this), even if the bright lights around her were not those of the stage or the changing room.

Really. The whole thing was quite familiar. Not a dream, not a wish or a fantasy. Just life, and she and the girl in the mirror were living with it. (Not in it, no, with it. Mitsumi had long since told that girl that their life was not really theirs to live. ...somehow she still hadn't kicked that habit.)

Her humming clipped to a halt before starting up again, and she almost laughed as she compared herself to the skipping CD player in Professor Rowan's office. Repeating the same line over and over, clarinets on an endless path to breathlessness as their notes rang on and on, the vocalist doing a sort of magic as their voice slipped and jumped. She was like that poor CD player, a little broken, but good enough for the job if you took out the insides and cleaned them off first.

She finished up her hair, checking how it looked on the girl in the mirror as soon as she could manage it. She felt her smile slip slightly as the lights caught her eye, and the girl in the mirror did the same. (There was still a hint of red on her cheek, Mitsumi reached out to rub it off, but almost jumped when she realized that it was her own skin that was still stained.) 

The lights gave it all away, really. They always had. The last time Mitsumi had been here, her eyes had been red to the point of worrying for her health, and her cheeks had been wet with tears, not blood. But now, as she stood in the brightly lit bathroom that she had promised herself that she would never see again, her eyes were completely dry.

Almost curiously, she reached up and touched the spot of red on her cheek, finding that her fingers too were a little rustier than they normally should have been. She stared, and her yellow-green eyes stared back. They were wide, shocked, and easy to fool. (She chided the girl in the mirror not to show her emotions so easily, but quickly realized that it was pointless.)

Huh. Had she really done it then?

She reached out and turned on the sink, running the water until it was painful to put her hands into before splashing it onto her stained cheeks. When the water hit them, her face grew redder, until it was nearly impossible to tell where the blood had been in the first place, so well it matched the with the blood under the skin it sat on.

She reached for the cloth that hung next to the lightswitch. (Yes, the building owners had been rich enough to put actual towels into their bathrooms. They cared about the little things like that. Making things perfect, bright, in their image.)

Maybe it was fitting that the towel got little pieces of skin and blood smudged all over it, if it was supposed to be like them.

Satisfied that her face and hands were clean, she moved to her knees. She was almost certain that the red there was mostly born of her own torn skin, but not fully. Really, the two of them had been quite similar, if you got next to the bones and brain of them.

The same walk, talk, battle style (to completely crush, to kill), and personal understanding of their place in the world (to do whatever Cyrus wanted). They had been quite similar, if they had been born as siblings or friends, it might have even been a good thing.

Despite herself and the blood on the towel in her hands, Mitsumi couldn't help but smile at that. Imagine. Her and Cyrus. Friends. What an interesting world that would be.

She looked up at the girl in the mirror, but found she couldn't be seen. Perhaps she was crouched down on the lemon-smelling tiles just as Mitsumi was, so in her place was just the ceiling. Spiderweb free, carefully trimmed, decorated with a single ornate fan in the center. (It was patterned ruby red, a wish for the chain, but a reflection of the splatters on the floor as Mitsumi stared up at it.)

Shakily, she pulled herself to her feet, deciding that her injuries were clean enough and that the torn socks that covered them did a good enough job at covering the stains that covered her lower legs. She was going to have to ditch her boots, unfortunately, but she knew she could get herself another pair. They were the popular kind, making the green haired girl in a mirror a reflection of not only the stained tiles around her, but also the hearts and minds of so many other people in the region.

Who would she be if she didn't have a second opinion to completely change her own?

Maybe there was even a new style in the fashion magazines. Something with strings, like the strange tournament leaders of the TCG Islands? Something with stripes and floral patterns, like the picturesque photos of sandy beaches and worm holed skies that so often came in from Alola? Something that would help her get her mind off of herself, something that would let her become someone else again.

It always felt better to be led into violence than to be the one doing it. Maybe she had forgotten that when she had lifted the gun that day. (And maybe she had forgotten it again when she had lifted it again. ...and again. ...and again.) 

It had felt right, and the girl in the mirror gave her no indication that it should be any other way. Her eyes were dry, her mouth did not twitch either way. She was exactly as he had always trained her to be. Cold. Calculating. All her words in her own head and all of her blood kept clear of the floor.

The only thing different, really, was that he was not there to praise her for it. Her earpiece was missing, and she could almost imagine that she was just cleaning up before a trip into the tech wing to ask Saturn for a replacement. (The whole building seemed to treat her better if she cleared the dirt and blood from under her fingernails, even if it had been the very thing to put it there in the first place.)

She felt a little jump in her heart. Excitement? Regret? A jolt of the person who she should have been?

She adjusted her hat again, even though she didn't need to.

She didn't really have to be there, of course. She could go home. She should go home. She should step out of the bathroom, wipe the blood from the soles of her shoes on the carpet at the door, and warp outside of the confines of the underground. She could do it, even if she had been defenseless, she could always do it.

Nobody here knew how to do a thing without orders anyway. If she hadn't been able to turn away from that darker part of herself in the moment where her training became really and truly real, how could someone trained to wait for her break from theirs?

And yet...

She had owned this building with a bloody fist, but now that her strings had been cut her she was really the one holding her wrist in place, she wasn't fully sure how to use her power. She had a contest later that day, and so long as the news didn't catch onto her bloody footprints and missing boots, she could surely steal the nighttime air with her twirls and firespins. It was what she did, what she lived for.

It was the one thing that the girl in the mirror didn't always seem to understand.

She made a final decision on her hat, tearing it from her still messy hair and hugging it to her chest. (For some reason it was heaving. Maybe this all was more than she had ever bargained for.) She took a shaky step towards the door, slipped out of her boots and ducking her head into the red of the white hallway as she did.

She had killed before. Many times in fact. He had told her to, and she had done it. She'd almost killed her favorite Eevee, she’d almost killed her only real friend, and, of course, she'd almost killed herself. After each time she had sworn that she would never do it again, but promises could be hard to keep when the opportunity was just handed to you on a pretty plate.

She sqeaked her black socks on the floor, giving a little slide as the flickering warp panels passed her by. (Had anyone deactivated them? Had anyone noticed the blue hair that lay in clumps where she had torn and thrown it?) She had no reason to worry even if they had, of course, but it could be a little annoying to fight a brainwashed bunch like them. -and she should know, she had been fighting with that girl in the mirror for years now.

Mitsumi walked towards the door. Calm. Serene. Still probably smudged in blood where she couldn't quite see it.

Her heart beat fast, but she wasn't scared. Not really. She knew people on the run, hell, she'd been sort of on the run before, even if someone found out about her little dream, she'd be okay. She hadn't been before, but now that he was gone, she was willing to give it her best shot.

She smiled as she pushed through the clean glass of the doorway, greeting the snowy sky with a laugh that was more real than the sum of all of her grins across the past nineteen years. She was free.

[mydyspraxiablog]

Story

In the mystical land of Cystralstar, there was a magical dancing club where people of all ages came together to express themselves through the art of movement. Joan, Dasiy, Friday, and Monday were four individuals who shared a deep passion for dancing, but each of them had their own unique challenges to overcome.

Joan was an adult with dyspraxia on the autism spectrum and also had coeliac disease, which required her to follow a strict gluten-free diet. Despite her disabilities, Joan was determined to pursue her love for dancing and had been attending classes at the Cystralstar club for quite some time.

Dasiy, on the other hand, felt like she was different from others due to her autism. She often felt like an outsider and struggled to connect with her peers. However, dancing was a way for her to express herself and feel free from the constraints of her condition. When the secret of her autism was revealed to the other members of the club, she was met with skepticism and resistance.

Friday and Monday were two girls who were known for their mean-spirited ways. They didn't want anyone with hidden disabilities to be a part of their dancing club and felt that Joan and Dasiy were ruining the experience for everyone else.

Fed up of hidden disabilities coming to our Cystralstar club, how do we get rid of them? Friday sneered at Monday.

Before the dancing session began, Friday and Monday confronted Dasiy and Joan, telling them that they were not welcome at the club.

Hi Dasiy, clear off. You can't come to the dancing club, it's for 'normal' people, Monday said harshly.

Dasiy was shocked by their words. I have just as much right to dance as anyone else. Cystralstar is a dancing club for all ages, she replied defiantly.

Clear out, Dasiy. You and Joan with your hidden disabilities are ruining our dancing club, Friday added.

Refusing to back down, Dasiy transformed into a fairy before their eyes. Monday and Friday were taken aback, never having seen someone transform into a magical being right in front of them.

Cystralstar is a dancing club for everyone. Monday and Friday, this isn't your club to dictate who can or cannot be a part of it, Dasiy declared.

In a fit of jealousy, Friday also transformed into a dark fairy, and a magical battle ensued between the two fairies. They flew around the sky, casting spells and creating chaos until Joan also transformed into a beautiful fairy and intervened.

Enough! You two are breaking the rules of the fairies by using magic in front of muggles. Let's settle this with a dancing battle, Joan suggested.

As the battle began, Monday and Friday realized that they couldn't match the talent and skill of Dasiy and Joan. Despite trying to use magic to cheat, their attempts backfired, and Friday ended up losing her wings as punishment for breaking the rules.

The Queen of Fairies, Blackbird, appeared, reprimanding Friday for her actions and acknowledging Dasiy as the crown princess of the realm.

It's not fair! One rule for the princess and another for the rest of us, Monday complained.

In an attempt to make things fair, the queen allowed Monday and Dasiy to engage in a street dancing battle, using their talents without the aid of magic.

As the music played and the streets filled with the energy of their dance, Cystral and April, the dancing instructors, watched in awe at the display of talent and creativity. In the end, Dasiy and Joan emerged victorious, proving that their passion for dancing transcended any obstacles thrown their way.

As the sun set over Cystralstar, a sense of unity and acceptance filled the air, reminding everyone that true magic lies in embracing differences and celebrating individuality. And so, the dancing club continued to thrive, welcoming all who wished to join in the joy of movement and expression.

The End