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archiepudding · 2 years ago

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‘Sorry’ does not stop it from hurting!

Pairing: Oikawa x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing

This is just some drabble I did a while a go and thought I’d post it. I’ve not really been feeling my writing lately and the people I used to share this with aren’t around anymore. So, I hope you guys can enjoy it :)

The main idea for this was rival business and a very persuasive Oikawa... but when is he not.

Summary: What can you do when you work across the road from the most wanted man in the world? Ignoring him seemed like the best bet, but he doesn't like that and has many other ideas.

You had not managed to dodge the incoming attack. The dark coloured liquid targeting your chest like you were its assigned mission. Small splatters peppering your face like bullets.

“Fuck, fuck,fuck–”

It was not the smartest idea. Idiotic. The silk material you had put on simply this morning clung to every part of you as you ripped it over your neatly tied back hair.

“My apologies.” A familiar voice said. “Oh– I don’t think here is the best–”

“Sorry does NOT stop it from hurting, ass--” You gritted your teeth. “– fuck!”

Half leant over, you used your knees to stabilise yourself, the tingle of heat still dancing across your chest.

“Not very ladylike.”

After a moment, you turned your head to face the man. Although you recognised the modulated low voice, you hadn’t paid attention to its owner.

He was wearing a crisped ironed suit, the black blazer jacket slumped over his broad shoulder and his tie loosely hung from the collar of his buttoned down shirt. This was a far cry from the man you recognised him as.

“What’s up with the suit…” Your eyes took themselves up and down the six foot, scowing man, his hand hovering over your back. You swatted it away, “Fuck, what was your name again?”

Is offence was a cologne he was certainly wearing it. “Oikawa.” He stated.

He followed your arms, both of them cutting across your chest when you stood up to face him. Heat burned through your cheeks, giving your crisom, recently exposed bra, a run for its money. A sudden blazer became the saviour of your remaining modesty.

“I’ve worked across the road from you for five years and you still can’t remember my name.”

“I don’t even know the names of the people I work with,” you said, placing the blazer on. “You’re lucky we are in a park, would probably be on someone’s facebook live by now!”

“I take it I won’t be getting the blazer back for a few days then?” He attempted a laugh.

You didn’t.

Oikawa cleared his throat. “Do you live far?”

“Far enough.”

You pick up your discarded blouse and cross over towards the exit of the park, the soft material pressed tightly against your numb skin.

It wasn’t until a bald head glided past you that you met the second attack for the afternoon - a solid shoulder slamming into your freshly wounded front. Your feet remained planted and the frantic footsteps plodded in the other direction. Rage turned over your insides. What the heck! One - who drinks hot coffee in thirty-five degree weather… and two! Am I FUCKING INVISIBLE!

Oikawa, meanwhile, glanced around his surroundings, scanning to ensure there were in fact no witnesses to the previous situation. By the time he caught back up with you, you were almost at your intended destination.

“Let me buy you a new top!”

“What?” You groaned.

“As an apology.”

“Is that your way of picking up women, spilling hot coffee on them?” you asked, your chest suddenly tight.

“You have to admit it is effective in removing clothes.” You gave a short laugh and when you did not answer he continued. “If anything you technically owe me a drink. Given you are wearing mine.”

You threw your head back, removing your hand as you examined the sky above you. There wasn’t a cloud in sight. Why did he have to have a black suit …

“Do I now?” you said bringing your head back down. “How rude of me not to offer.”

“You are forgiven.” You blinked at his braiseness, “And as an olive branch, how about I upgrade my offer to a dress. You can wear it tonight when you buy me my drink.”

Briefly forgetting he’d just scalded you with coffee, a small smile broke through your facade, only to be returned to normal. It was clear women liked Kuroo. It didn’t take a genius to see your colleagues swoon at a simple wave or smile. Of course you weren’t blind, you could understand the appeal; easy on the eyes, a partial gentleman, maybe some of your co-workers would pay for him to spill coffee on them for even a second of his time. Oikawa was certainly different from many of the other men you had met.

“Why do I get the feeling you aren’t the type of guy to take no for an answer?” A strain of impatience grew on your tone.

There was a pause .He slipped his hand into the inner pocket of his suit, your heart thumped erratically in your chest, only to be quelled when he pulled out a brown leather wallet. He handed you a card. You had not intended to take what he was handing you but your body traitorously accepted his offer. What did it matter if you accept some money for a new –

“What do you do in that building! Money laundering?! This could get me a new car!” Your voice echoed through the street, causing a couple of heads to turn before you lowered your voice, “I’m sorry but it’s too much.”

Oikawa made no effort to accept your return, his hand swallowing your arm as he led you off to the side of the underground building. The chipped and graffitied concrete walls barricaded you both in. It was far from cosy, even with the mid-summer sun beating down on you both, and yet privacy slapped you hard in the face.

He smiled down at you. A beautiful compliment to his prominent jawline.

“If it’s enough to buy a new car, then do it and you can pick me up at seven.”

“Seven?” You repeated.

“Yeah, I can pick you up for seven. What a perfect suggestion.”

When he gave you another smile, you had to give him credit. He was good.

But as quick as your intrigue had risen, it was cut off by the irritating sound of bells.

“Are you going to get that?” You said, stepping back out onto the street.

His attention was quick to the screen.

Doesn’t look good… not that you care…why do you care...

“Is everything ok–”

“I’ll see you at seven.”

He hightailed it out the narrow space, missing your tiny physique by inches. Confused and flustered, Oikawa shrank into the distance. His large frame soon swallowed in the ocean of suits and briefcases until you were left swamped in his thick blazer.

How someone can work in such heavy material will never cease to amaze you. You turned back to the entrance of the underground, feeling in his pockets.

Damn! He took his wallet.

#haikyu x reader #haikyu x you #oikawa angst #oikawa fic #oikawa x you #oikawa fanfiction #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime fanfiction #haikyuu smut

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scipiosmith · 1 year ago

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Hello mate, I have a question that makes me curious: what made you want to expand on Cardin Winchester?

I will be honest: when I saw the tags on ao3 long ago I thought it would be Cardin like any other fanfic story: bully - forever fall - forgotten and the cycle repeats in the next stories.

Heck I thought you were going to have him killed down the road.

The fact you gave Cardin character and growth surprised me greatly!

What made you want to do something different for Cardin?

Well, there are a few reasons.

First, I really wanted to tell a story with a big ensemble cast, something like Naruto (or, indeed, the already-mentioned Infighting, Insanity and Social Ineptitude) where it had 12 main characters all coming in and out of the narrative, with their own moments of focus etc. I don't think I quite got there, but I gave it the college try and Cardin was always going to be a part of that.

Secondly, I have some sympathy for entitled bastards who think the world owes them something, that's why there are so many of them in the story (Sunset obviously starts as just this sort of person, Cinder is an edge case because she doesn't come from a place of the most rarefied privilege compared with the other characters on this list, but then in addition to Cardin you have Turnus Rutulus, Phoebe Kommenos, Bon Bon in some respects although she isn't an aristocrat). I... I went to a super-posh boarding school, one of the grand old ones that has existed since Tudor times, and as well as just the general tenor of my fellow pupils there I always remember that there was this one boy who could trace his lineage all the way back to a Norman knight who had come over with William the Conqueror in 1066, which is... it's very cool. And so, as much as I don't remember my time at that school with immense fondness, mixed with that there has always been a sort of very Sunset-like desire to bootlick to the aristocracy, to toady to the Lady Nikoses of the world, and the indulgence shown to some of these characters by the narrative reflects that.

Thirdly, I actually find it very difficult to keep a character as a complete arsehole. Looking back through my work it's interesting to see how characters that I remember creating to be antagonistic ended up growing on me. The rude, abrasive major who everyone hates? He rides his men hard because it keeps them alive, he would never ask anything of his men that he isn't willing to give of himself, and they know that he doesn't mean half of it anyway. The villain who has kept himself alive for 500 years by human sacrifice? He has been working those 500 years at the downfall of the Empire that destroyed his home and slaughtered his people (not to mention his found family when they joined him in resisting said Empire) and if he stops then all of the loss and sacrifice will have been for nothing. Cinder. You know, when I first started writing this story, Cinder was going to die on top of the tower after one last fight with Team SAPR, and now, well...

You know, if I can write myself into sympathy with people like then Cardin is nothing. It's very hard for a character not to grow on me, is what I'm saying.

A lot of my readers judge some of the characters (naming no Cinders) a lot more harshly than I do.

Finally, I would be remiss not to mention Spark to Spark, Dust to Dust, a RWBY/Hasbro crossover written by my beta readers (I've also contributed some writing to it myself; pairings are BlackSun and Arkos by way of some temporary Lancaster). Cardin isn't a major character, in fact he doesn't even warrant the character tags, but some important details like Cardin originally dating Skystar Aris originated there before I borrowed them for my own use.

#cardin winchester #sapr fanfic #ask #answered

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memes-in-a-half-shell · 3 years ago

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If you're not up for requests right now (I don't see anything confirming or denying) feel free too ignore this , but I would absolutely love to hear any headcanons you have on the turts with an SO who just loves to do random arts and crafts all the time. Tie dye? You bet they are getting some cool stuff from them once they are done. Papercrafts? Little. Origami. Cranes. EVERYWHERE. Painting? The good thing about living in a sewer is you won't have to worry about getting paint on the carpet. Working with glitter? ... Actually that might be the only one they have vetoed so far, Splinter still keeps finding pieces of it in his fur.

Even if you're not up for requests I just want to say I adore your headcanons and your writing a whole bunch and I have been entertaining myself by going trough your tags for a good time now. Have a nice day. :)

Hi there anon! My inbox is always open for any kind of requests. I don't get around all of them because I either: 1- Lack the energy to tackle them or 2- Some people are just plain rude and they demand something as if I owe it to them, without even pipping in a "please" or "thank you". So, yeah, that grinds my gears a little :)))

Anywhoozle. This is cute, so why not coconut!! I actually suck to some extent with arts and crafts (mostly the crafts part). You ask me to fold a piece of paper in half and it will look crooked as heck.... OOPSIE!

Leonardo

Oh he's so proud!!!!!!!

"That painting took you a full day?? Dang!!"

Your patience and meticulousness are inspirations to him and he will always wholeheartedly agree to help you in any ways possible with this hobby.

Posing for you? Sure! ... Trying to paint? Lord have mercy.

He can give out good brush strokes, but the actual artistic talent is, let's say, almost non-existent.

But he's so willing to learn! He enjoys spending this time with you.

He definitely has some of your pieces hanging in his room or around the Lair.

*agressively points to a painting in the kitchen as one of his brothers walks in* "LOOK AT THIS MASTERPIECE. THE COLORS. THE TECHNIQUE!"

Raphael

He won't say it openly, but if you hand him something tiny to fold or assemble, he'll be sweating bullets.

He's a BIG dude with BIG hands. He can crush ANYTHING.

And the last thing he wants is to destroy anything you're doing.

He sees you doing some scrapbooking work and he just can't imagine himself holding those little decoration pieces and try to assemble some lovely pages.

He's a brute force that loves to work with raw materials (ex: wood carving and knitting). He definitely has more control over those activities.

You're willing to learn those skills of his, and in exchange he agrees to building ONE (1) o-n-e scrapbook page of you two.

"If there's glue everywhere, don't say I didn't warn ya."

Warning: you're gonna cry because the end result will be cute and wholesome as HECK.

Donatello

Not usually one to get into that kind of activity.

I mean, sure, he likes assembling stuff ... but it's usually with a blueprint and with very little space for any creativity.

But then you show him a website filled with plans for building paperplanes and he's HOOKED.

"Listen, it's all about finding the perfect angle and aerodynamic shapes for the longest flight. Babe. BABE. PLEASE. LISTEN. MY CALCULATIONS WON'T LIE THIS TIME." *throws out his twentieth plane and it just flops graciously a meter or two away*

Desperation aside, he sees your enjoyment while doing arts and crafts and, frankly? He thinks you're adorable.

He sees your talent and admires your creativity.

He won't deny that some of your creations gave him inspiration for a couple of new gadget designs. And he likes trying to incorporate a bit of your touch in the final product.

Michelangelo

Arts and crafts?

Say no more, he's already hooked.

Mikey is incredibly artistic and he's always up to learn about new ways to create!!

When you bring the idea of tie dye shirts, it doesn't take very long for him to gather the needed materials.

"My body is READY."

It first started with shirts.... then bandanas, then shorts, then socks, the underwears (definitely reserved for some special nights were you both will feel a bit goofy).

Soon you both have matching outfits and that's when both your "surfer bro chill vibe" personas came to life (to everyone's annoyance at some extent).

"Woaahh, bruuuuuuhhh, that's, like, so radical. Imagine if we could, like, tie dye a tie dye! A DOUBLE tie dye!!"

The shenanigans never end~

#anon #ask #headcanons #sorry if Raph's part is all in black for mobile users #tumblr fucked me over when I wrote this #as usual lolololol

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charliedawn · 4 years ago

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Imagine being in a hate love relationship with Peter Hale

Warning : attempt of rape

You were on Peter duty..Again. Since Peter Hale was the man that everybody feared, it had been decided that you would be the one keeping an eye on the overly fool-of-himself werewolf with the power of your mighty patience. Scott and Stiles stop in front of Derek's loft and he jogs out to meet you.

" Thanks Y/N. I owe you one !"

He says with a grateful smile and you smile back.

" Big time. But come on, you three go hunt whatever creature you have to hunt and I'll stay to take care of Mr Smarty-pants up there !"

You say enthusiastically and they all smile apologetically at you, knowing how the two of you were not exactly on friendly terms.

" Be careful, okay ? And tell him that if he touches you, I'll kick his ass !"

Stiles says confidently, which makes you laugh.

" Don't worry, Stiles. If there is any problem, I'll call you guys immediately and plus, I have a way to take care of moody children.."

You tell him with a mysterious smile and Stiles nods understandingly.

" I know..Just, stay safe."

And with that last warning, they are all out of here. As soon as they are out of your sight, your smile leaves your face and you sigh loudly before turning towards the building and whisper to yourself.

" Welp..Here we go.."

As soon as you enter, you smell something burning and see the stove on fire. You run towards it and take a glass from the cupboard to fill it with water in order to stop the fire. When you're done, you are panting because of the effort and look murderously at Peter that is sitting calmly on the couch, as if nothing had happened.

You glare at him while he doesn't even raise his eyes from his book.

" Let me guess..You couldn't smell the smoke ?"

You ask annoyed and only then does he look up at you with a small mischievous smile.

" Aren't you supposed to be the one keeping me out of harm's way ? You are here to keep me from doing anything stupid, not the other way around..I create chaos and you're here to stop me. Do your job and stop whining."

You grit your teeths in anger before sitting on the couch, as far away from Peter as possible. You can't believe the nerve of this man that was ready to burn the entire flat only to prove a point !

" I don't know why you're so eager to unnerve me. Does it entertain you ? Would it kill you to be nice and helpful from time to time ?"

You ask while taking a nearby book and starting reading yourself, not really interested in his answer that you knew would not be anything but upsetting.

" I'm the spark that lits your fire, sweetheart..Try to let go sometimes, you would actually enjoy it. Why don't you try to be less of a killjoy ?"

You raise an eyebrow at that before returning to your book and replying nonchalantly.

" Have you ever considered, even for only a moment, that I simply don't like you ?"

He fakes being offended by putting his hand above his heart and widening his eyes dramatically at you.

" Oh darling ! Me who thought that you were about to ask my hand in marriage ?! How disappointing ?!"

You snort.

" Hard pass."

He sighs in false disappointment before taking his coat and walking towards the exit.

" And where do you think you're going ?"

You ask with an eyebrow arked in curiosity.

" Out."

He answers simply before opening the door. You sigh before taking your coat and running after him.

" Didn't Derek warn you that I am allowed to use silver bullets if you disobey me ?"

He scoffs before shrugging, not bothering waiting for you.

" I'm going to get a beer, not kill a bunch of innocent virgins.."

He winks at you cheekily before stepping inside the bar that was the nearest to the apartment. You role your eyes at his comment before entering the bar after him.

You look around and are amazed to see that the place wasn't as bad as you had previously thought. It had good background music and not a lot of customers, besides a couple of drunk friends who were talking in whispers at their table. However, Peter isn't visible and you sigh again before walking towards the counter to ask the bartender if he had any idea of where your irresponsible dog had run off to. You sit down and attract the attention of the bartender by raising your hand. He walks towards you and leans in to listen to your order.

" A soda, please."

He arks an eyebrow at you, nearly amused, before turning around and getting out what you asked.

" Are you sure you don't want anything else ? Anything stronger ?"

He says while eyeing your bottle of soda warily, as if it was an insult to his establishment for you to order such a drink. You smile, tempted beyond reason, but then remember that you had a werewolf to find.

" Sorry. Can't. I'm on the job. By the way, have you seen a man ? Sarcastic. Arrogant. Energic. Tall. Very annoying. Awfully blond. Seen him anywhere ?"

He looks suspiciously at you before asking in a slightly worried and even threatening voice.

" You're a cop ?"

You can't help but laugh bitterly at the question before replying.

" You could say that. But I am only responsible of one criminal, and the only crime he committed is to not have messed up my night, yet.."

He smirks when he understands the irony in your tone and was about to answer when someone puts his hand on your shoulder. You turn around to see a very smug Peter with a huge grin.

" Oh ! Look at that ! The overly confident puppy is finally back ! What ? Got lost on the way ?"

You ask sarcastically and he only humphs in response before sitting next to you, the grin not leaving his face.

" Why ? Missed me ?"

You scoff before taking a sip of your drink.

" As much as a needle in my heel..But, if Derek was to find out that I've let you out of your cage, he would have my head.."

He wraps his arm around your shoulders and makes you spill your drink a little over yourself.

" Aww..You do care ! My cold heart warms at the thought of the packs brat worrying about me !"

You groan in annoyance before biting his hand off. He hisses in pain before retrieving his hand and massaging it while glaring at you from the corner of his eyes. Just at that moment, the bartender comes back to get Peter's order and eyes Peter suspiciously before looking back at you with an inquisitive glance, asking discreetly if you needed an escape. You could have laughed if it wasn't so sad. Peter was such a nuisance that people were now wondering if he was the one bothering you, when in fact it was the opposite. However Peter, that had not missed the silent conversation, growls when the bartender gives him a warning side glance. But, not intimidated the nearest, Peter smirks a toothy grin at the bartender before showing his bitten hand.

" Careful. The brat bites. I've seen what it is capable of, first hand..literally. Don't worry, if you should be worried about anyone around here, it's everyone else besides her."

He cautioned and the bartenders eyes widen at the mark that would certainly have left a scar if he was a normal human being while you snicker in your corner. The bartender quickly runs towards his other customers at the far end of the bar, leaving you two in your sudden awkward solitude.

" Well..Isn't he a gentleman ? Thinking you need saving from me. Not even considering that I could be the abused one in this relationship ? How rude !"

You try to stifle a laugh. Unfortunately, he hears you and smirks proudly at his small victory.

" I'm not the psychopath that tried to murder a bunch of teenagers just because I wanted to become the big bad alpha.."

You taunt while giving him an amused side glance. He groans in annoyance as you make him remember his past and he gulps down his whiskey, an attempt to make him forget faster.

" Aren't you a delight ?! Playing unfair by spreading out the touchy subjects like that..No wonder Stiles rejected you. You would have chomped his lips off !"

You glare at him as he talks about Stiles before replying harshly.

" Says the man whose only date was Scott's mom, and that was to trap him ! You're so terrible that nobody could stand being with you more than 5 minutes without hating you ! I would tell you to go to hell, but it would be unfair on Satan !"

He chuckles at that last part and you take your drink in order to take a sip and calm your nerves, but grimace at the awful taste. You had asked for a soda, but it tasted more like salt with water..He cackles at your expression before whispering mockingly in your ear with false concern.

" Oh ! What ? Ain't sweet enough for you, sweetheart ?"

You only raise a very distinctive finger at him, warning him that one more word from him would result in extreme pain and look around the room to distract yourself from his presence..and from the fact that you were his entitled babysitter. Your eyes wander and finally settle on the nice bartender that winks at you when you meet his gaze. You blush slightly before smiling back at him. He wasn't bad-looking and everything would be better than bantering with the overly sarcastic and confident werewolf that couldn't seem to leave you be. You were about to stand up and walk towards the cute bartender when suddenly, a hand raises to lay on your shoulder and pin you down to your seat. You were about to complain and even yell at Peter when you hear him growl from deep withing him while he shoots a dirty glare at the poor young man. You frown in incomprehension and grit your teeths in annoyance, thinking it was one of his attention seeking gesture. You then take his hand and force him to let go of you to walk towards the exit. Here you go again, you couldn't even enjoy your night without having to take care of the sulky werewolf. You soon hear his footsteps behind you and when he is about to grab your arm, you turn around abruptly and glare at him with such seriousness that it freezes him on the spot.

" How about you and your insanity stay the heck away from me ?! I'm so tired of your bullshit, Peter ! Why can't you just leave me alone ?!"

At your harsh words, Peter's gaze hardens and he retracts his hand to only smirk at you and tilt his head a little bit to the side, as if he didn't understand the question.

" Oh darling..I would love to ! But, you see, it seems that me and my insanity are often required to solve your friend's little problems !"

Suddenly, unnerved beyond belief and having had more than enough of him, you feel tears threatening to spill from your eyes and yell at him, so loud that it surprises the werewolf himself.

" Leave me alone ! Why am I the only one who always has to handle you?! Why do you always ask Derek for me to keep you, even though you don't even like me ?! If I'm such a bother, why not just get rid of me ?!"

He doesn't seem to be able to find an answer and you don't even let him reply. You start running until you reach a small and dark alley. When you're sure you are far enough for the werewolf not to hear you cry, you crouch down and start sobbing. When you've spilt all of your frustration and sadness out, you wipe your face with your sleeve and stand up to get back home. However, when you are about to leave the alley-way, you see someone else blocking the exit. You first think that it's Peter, but the more you approach the individual, the more you have to admit that it doesn't look like Peter. You try to walk past him, but he brusquely grabs your arm and throws you to the ground. You want to get your phone out of your purse, but the man stomps on your hand and you scream in pain. The man takes you by the jaw and forces you to look up at him. His disgusting breath hitting your face, smelling of alcool and his evil smirk making you want to puke even more.

" Aren't ya a sweat ass ? Tell me, what does a young lady like yourself doing here by herself in the middle of the night, hmm ?"

You want to scream for help again, but another individual behind you puts his hand against your mouth to muffle your screams and you feel the familiar shape of a knife against your throat. When you know that there is nothing else you can do, you close your eyes and try to stop the new tears from leaving your eyes..You didn't want to cry for those men, they didn't deserve your tears..

" Now..You're going to be a good girl and let us take care of you, okay ?"

The one posted behind you whispers in your ear and you clench your jaw, your last thought going to Peter. You had been awful to him, even though you knew he wasn't a bad person..You had let out your frustration on him and you were now regretting it bitterly. You should have sticked to your job and stay with him. If you had, maybe you wouldn't be in your current situation. Reality hits you hard when you feel one of the men starting to open your blouse. When you thought that that was it, that you were going to be raped in that dirty alley-way and probably killed, you hear the hurried footsteps of someone running towards your location. You want to scream again, but the knife is raised once again against your throat.

" One peep and nobody will even find your body.."

You whimper and nod in understanding. The footsteps stop and you hold your breath.

" Sweetheart ? Are you there ?"

You hear the familiar voice of Peter and feel relieved to know that he is near. However, the man whispers instructions in your ear and you can't help but nod in agreement, knowing that he wouldn't hesitate to slice your throat if you were to disobey.

" You're going to tell him to go away, that you don't want him to come any closer..I know what he is and the knife is made of silver and has been dipped in wolfsbane for a while..Don't play smart or you'll lose more than your life.."

He uncovers your mouth and you respond in a shaky voice.

" G..Go away, Peter..I don't want you near me ! I hate you !"

You bit to your inner cheek, wondering if he would insist or know that something is wrong. You know that even if he was to guess that something is wrong, you couldn't afford to lose him as well..However, you hear him take a step towards you and sniff the air. He suddenly growls animalistically and his eyes light up in the dark.

" I can smell the stench of two putrid little humans that shouldn't be touching what isn't theirs.."

You start panicking, knowing that he could die if he was to step any closer and yell in a last attempt to protect him.

" Don't, Peter ! They've got wolfsbane ! Run !"

One of the men muzzles you again, but Peter doesn't step back. He gets his claws out and snarls.

" Alright boys. Let's rumble."

The two men stand up and face Peter that doesn't seem scared. He doesn't keep his eyes off them while they circle him. The man with the knife tries to attack him first, but Peter grabs his arm and tears it off from the rest of his body. The man screams in agony, but Peter slashes his throat before turning towards the other man that is shaking with terror.

" What ?! You are brave enough to attack a defenseless woman, but not enough to fight a werewolf ?!"

He roars and the man suddenly gets out a gun that he points at Peter. Before he could react, the man shoots and the bullet goes through his abdomen. Peter falls on his knees and the man runs away, leaving you and him behind. You force yourself to get up and crouch down in front him to see that the wound is not closing itself.

" Wolfsbane bullet.."

He affirms what you already suspected and you have to take deep breathes in order not to panic. You know what to do, you had seen Derek do it a thousand time already. You need to cauterize the wound. You close your eyes and try to calm yourself before trying to carry him back home. When you finally enter the building after a few grunts and moans of pain from the both of you, you lay Peter down on the couch and look around for something hot enough to burn the poison. Suddenly, your eyes fall on a blowtorch and when Peter understands what you were thinking about, he looks pitifully up at you.

" I have a very bad tolerance to pain."

He warns you, a warning that sounds more like a desperate plea for you to reconsider your plan..But you know that you don't have much time and address him a silent apology with your eyes before taking the handle of your purse and make him bite down on it.

" This is gonna hurt. Bad. But, I'm going to try to be as fast as I can, okay ?"

His nostrils flare in fear for the pain to come, but he nods in agreement and you take a big shaky breath before using the blowtorch. As soon as the fire gets in contact with his skin, Peter visibly whitens, his eyes flash blue and you can see his claws digging in the soft material of the couch. You don't know what to do to attenuate the pain, so you do the first thing that comes to mind to distract him..You kiss him. His eyes widen perceptibly at your action, but he doesn't hesitate before burying his hands in your hair and reciprocating the kiss, even though the handle of your purse forms some kind of barrier between you and him. When you take a step back, he seems more relax and you glance down at his wound before switching off the blowtorch. You are relieved when you see the wound closing and smile widely at him. But, before you could truly process what was happening, Peter had gotten rid of your purse and had bounced on top of you to pin you to the floor and kiss you passionately again.

" Stiles doesn't deserve you..Nobody does..Nobody needs you like I do..Nobody can handle me the way you do..I don't want them to take you away from me..Stay with me..If you leave, I'll lose my fucking mind.."

He mutters between each breath he takes while kissing you and you blush vividly at his words. He looks up at you with his bright blue eyes and you can't help but smile up at him before kissing him back yourself and petting the top of his head appreciatively.

" You damn nut job, if you wanted me that bad, why didn't you tell me ? Instead of making me lose my mind.."

He grins before nuzzling your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist.

" Because I like when you get mad.."

You chuckle before returning his embrace.

" Bad pup.."

" Stiles lover"

You ark an eyebrow at the odd insult before replying teasing.

" Does that mean I won't be able to go back to his place and sleep on his couch ? Do I have to remind you that I live with him ?"

He tightens his hold on you and grumbles tiredly against your ribcage.

" Over my dead body. The only thing you will be allowed to sleep on from now on is me, got it ?"

You seem dumbfounded for a second and Peter picks on your uneasiness before laughing and looking up at you with a sly smile.

" Not what I meant, you pervert."

You blush a deep red and hit him on the back of the head playfully.

" Hey ! You're the one always insinuating things !"

He genuinely smiles at you before lowering his chin on your belly and tilting his head to look at you with fake innocence.

" I'm not the one who kissed me.."

You sigh, it was becoming a competition, like many things with him. You sit back up and make him fall at the same time.

" Yeah ?! Well, you were badly injured..and you reciprocated !"

You don't know why you wanted to defend yourself, you just know that you can't allow yourself to succomb for the man that had nearly killed all of your friends. Plus, you had just been attacked and were too weak to make any decisions. He seems to notice your worry and takes a step back immediately to get up and extend his hand towards you.

" I'm sorry. You helped me and I was being an idiot. You need to get some rest. Come on."

You look at his hand for a few seconds before slipping your hand in his. He yanks you upwards and proceeds to carry you back to your room where he lays you down on your bed. He leaves the room promptly afterwards, mumbling a small goodnight before walking out. When you're sure he is truly gone, you curl up into a ball and try to muffle your sobs. You couldn't sleep, every time you would close your eyes, their hands were there, touching you and making you feel as if you were weak..So weak..You whimper and cry as silently as you can until someone opens the door suddenly and blinding light surrounds the room. You turn around to see Peter standing there, his eyes glowing with such an intense color that it shocks you, you then notice the slight rise of his shoulders at each of his heavy breathing and finally, his lips curled and teeths grinding in rage.

" I should have killed them both..I should have never left you.."

You open your eyes wide at the realization, he had probably heard you and was reacting to your emotions. He approaches slowly and tenderly strokes your cheek, placing his forehead against yours.

" I'm so sorry, darling.."

You feel as if he's been crying too and step back. He seems to be hurt by your sudden distance, but you quickly indicate the spot next to you.

" Come on, I need a bed warmer."

His eyes light up like a happy puppy and he crawls next to you in order to cuddle you, making sure that you are comfortable every step of the way. You sigh in contempt before feeling sleep slowly taking over your tired body. Just before you fall asleep however, you mumble sleepily at Peter.

" You were right..I won't be able to sleep when you're not there anymore..You're too good of a bed warmer.."

You feel him chuckle behind you and smile as you realize that being best bud with Peter wouldn't be so bad..and maybe with time, a bit more.

The next day :

Derek finds the both of you on the sofa: you reading a book out loud, and Peter with his arms wrapped around you, listening attentively.

" So, I guess the babysitting went better than our stake out last night ?"

He asks, amused by your sudden friendliness towards each other. You look up at him with a small smile while Peter chuckles against your ear, the sound alone making you feel things you shouldn't be.

" Best of friends, aren't we, sweetheart ?"

Instead of answering his question, you try to change the subject.

" What happened to the stake out then ? I thought you were supposed to catch a couple of bounty hunters ?"

Derek shakes his head before shrugging his shoulders.

" I know, but when we got there, there was only one of them, and he was screaming that his friend had been murdered by another werewolf in town..I wonder if there are any others like us that we've not yet been in contact with ?"

At his explanation, you feel a lump forming in your throat, but when you were about to tell him what happened last night, Peter beats you to it.

" Funny, your description of the scene exactly matches what happened to me last night.."

Derek frowns before looking up at Peter with his jaw clenched.

" I thought I was pretty clear when I said stay put ?"

He glares at Peter, but then his eyes shift to you.

" And you, where were y..?"

But before he could finish his sentence, Peter cuts him again.

" Asleep. I waited for her to fall asleep before going out. Poor humans, can't manage a night without craving sleep.."

You look up at him with your mouth wide open, ready to deny everything he just said when you see him wink at you..He wasn't trying to make you look bad at your job, he was trying to save you the embarrassment. You close your mouth as fast as you had opened it and turn around towards Derek that was looking at you with an eyebrow raised, waiting for your confirmation. You nod and he sighs.

" Maybe it was a bad idea to leave you alone with him, you're still young and he's had plenty of experience when it comes to get what he wants..I'll ask Scott or Stiles next time."

You feel the lump in your throat slowly making its way to your stomach and your expression twists into one of pain and regret.

" No !"

To the surprise of everyone in the room, including yourself, you're the one who just shouted your disagreement. Derek frowns again before crossing his arms and waiting impatiently for an explanation while Peter only tightens his grip around you, a silent warning as to what you are about to say. You take a big breath before glancing up at Derek and saying in a calm and unfaltering voice.

" This is my job. I'm part of the pack. It's bad enough that I'm completely useless when it comes to working on the field, I can't let my only participation in all this go to someone else. I made a mistake, it won't happen again."

Derek seems to believe you, even though he shakes his head in hesitation.

" I don't know, Y/N..I was allowing this to continue since it seemed to work..But, Peter succeeded in complicating things, again."

He emphasizes on the last word while staring at Peter accusatively. Peter flashes an innocent grin at him before agreeing with you.

" I promise to behave from now on. Please, dad ? Can I please keep my plaything ? It gets lonely around here when you're all running around, chasing your own tails over and over.."

You elbow him as a warning, but Derek is already shooting daggers in his direction, on the verge of growling in annoyance. Fortunately, Derek succeeds in keeping his cool and only sighs in defeat before walking away.

" Fine. But, I warn you, one more mistake and I'll personally kick you out.."

" Can't do that, chief. It's my house !"

Peter answers with a big shit-eating grin, but Derek frowns at him before looking straight at you.

" I was talking to you, Y/N..I can't allow you to become a weakness, we've got already too many and Peter is the master of manipulation, dont fall for his tricks. It's a warning, let it be not a premonition."

And with those last words, he is gone. You both stay still for a moment until you decide to stand up and make yourself a cup of coffee. The words of Derek are swirling around in your mind and you glance at Peter when you think he's not looking..Were you really just another pawn in his mastermind plan to bring down the pack ? He seems to feel your stare and points it out.

" If I didn't know you the way I do, I'd say that you actually believe this idiot.."

" Why did you protect me ?"

You ask him abruptly, still not sure about what to make of last night's rescue. He seems to thinks about it for a while before answering you with such honesty that it surprises you.

" Because there was no reason for me to talk about it..Unlike what you all think of me, I'm not such a monster. I feel no satisfaction in a young girl's life being ruined by such macabre events. I care about you more than any of the other dumb teenagers of your group, even my own cousin. You're nice, kind, smart and you don't judge. You never told me that what I did was despicable or that I didn't deserve to live. You did what you had to do and tried the best you could to help. I agree that we have had our disagreements, but it was always playful and never really serious. Why would I ever want anything bad like this to happen to you when you're the only person who ever believed that I could become an ally ? Tell me, how many people do you think ever read to me or felt safe in my arms ? Not even my own family ever believed I could change..So, yes. I protected you, because you would have done the same thing for me. Your strength remains in your humanity, Y/N. Stiles may be the voice of reason, but you're the voice of mercy.."

You are awestruck by the words that seem to be tumbling out of his lips and surround you like the warmest of blankets. You would be happy to listen to him all day. You genuinely smile at him and, before you could stop yourself, you kiss him. He relaxes under your touch and wraps his arms around you to close the gap between the both of you. He finally breaks the kiss and laughs softly before adding.

" You also have very nice lips.."

You playfully punch his torso before laying down on top of him, finding the rhythm of his heartbeat oddly soothing.

" You're a jerk..But you're still a good person.."

You whisper while closing your eyes and you can hear him snicker above you.

" Congratulations, you just qualified me with two opposites. Jerk and good normally don't go together."

You don't answer, already snoring softly on his torso. He smiles sweetly at the sight before kissing the top of your head.

" Sweet dreams, darling.."

#peter hale #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf #derek hale #peter hale x reader

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incorrecthollowknightquotes · 4 years ago

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I still don't have a headcanon for what the heck Mato & Oro fought over, but I do have a tentative timeline for how it happened, based on what each brother knows about the others. Oro knows where Mato is, so Mato had to have been at the Howling Cliffs or planning on going to the Howling Cliffs when he offended/hurt Mato somehow. Mato doesn't seem to have a clue as to where Oro is, since until you learn the Dash Slash he doesn't even know that Oro's alive. But Sheo DOES know where Oro is-(part 1)

This seems like a pretty good outline for what happened! I do wish we got to know, but I also like the realism of the game that you won’t solve everyone’s problems and know everything about everyone. Ironically for someone who really loves the history in Hollow Knight I don’t often do a deep dive into the lore.

I did try thinking of some things that could have happened, but aside from the banana bread joke I got nothing. All I know is Oro owes Mato something and he also seems to have gone off on his own and Mato didn’t like that. They do seem to be okay with fighting beside each other- but only in their dreams, and I don’t think they remember their strange dreams about them killing me over and over again in my charm binding run of the pantheon (i couldn’t beat them until i remembered i could use spells but i also felt rude using spells because it was supposed to be a fight with nails not spells! i got over it)

#i love the nailmasters a lot and i have loved seeing the headcanons/theories so far #i have visited mato SO MANY times and just sat there with him (and the grimmchild)#i even have a nailmaster oc :)#all you guys are gonna get of my ocs is just me revealing little bits of info in the tags huh askfjgjajfj #it’s the stage fright i have a lot of followers here #also kinda off topic but why is mato chill with mr mushroom just being there #he doesn’t even acknowledge him #headcanon jams #not a quote #long post

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awafflenamedhaji · 4 years ago

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This is my first time making some x reader here in tumblr so please bare with my grammar and some mistakes😣😣

Yamaguchi x !fem!reader

You, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima are friends since kids and have been together till now

You and Tsukishima are cousins but you both have different personality (at this point I don't even know where he got his salty personality from)

You live in the same roof as Tsukishima since your family's house is far

You and Yams have a thing for each other but too afraid to confess to one another

Tsukishima always drops hints (like all the time) that you both like each other but just plain stupid to realiz,e he's the bridge of your relationship

"Tsukki!! Why'd you order me crispy fries?! I like them soggy you know!" Yamaguchi yells while pouting at Tsukishima who is grinning widely while staring at me

"Yams you can have mine! It's a bit crispy but there are some soggy ones!" I slid my fries onto his front and took the fries that Tsukishima bought

"Ha! It must be nice to have y/n's soggy fries huh?" Tsukishima then had a smug smile plastered on his face "Maybe she made them soggy on purpose—" I threw a wet wipe on Kei's face that smudged his glasses "WHAT THE— WHY'D YOU THROW THAT AT ME?!" Now it's my turn to have a smug smile on my face

"There was oil on your mouth and I was just helping you out cousin, you don't like oil on your mouth don'tcha?"

"Hey hey! Quit it you two, people are staring!" Yamaguchi whispered and looked at the both of us

"Ugh, I'm just gonna leave, have fun on your date" What the fuck is his problem

"D-date?! Tsukki what do you mean—" Yamaguchi hurriedly tried to catch up with Kei

"And y'all just gonna leave me here with your leftovers?"

"Hey Kei?? Ya hear me? Hello???" I poked his side and to my surprise, he's ticklish there

"Oh my oh my! Kei's very ticklish on his sides huh??" I smirked while trying to tickle him

"Stop it will you?! Or I'll tell Tadashi that you like him!" W-what??! NO HE CAN'T KNOW

"NO NO NO I'M SORRY FOR DISTURBING I JUST WANT TO KNOW HOW TO SOLVE THIS!" I bowed to him and waited for his response

But to my dismay as I look up he has this smile that I can tell that he is planning on something

"Then you'll do anything I say? Is that a deal or not?" He took off his headphones and waited for my response

"W-well it depends on... what you are planning" I looked away at him and started fidgeting my hands

"You'll have to confess, well maybe not really confess but make him answer if he is interested into dating you"

"ARE YOU NUTS OR JUST FREAKING CRAZY?!? WHAT THE HECK KEI, YOU KNOW THAT HE ISN'T INTERESTED!!"

"How would I know? You two are like beans in a pod that you can't even separate" He was satisfied with my reaction so he went back to what he was doing

I swear for the love of Asajesus I want to kick this tall stick's ass and send him to the fucking sun

"Ugh I'd rather get buried than say to Yams that I like him" I played with the pen that was just lying on the desk the whole time

"Suit yourself, don't blame me if you get that problem wrong, I offered you a good deal yet you refused" THIS GUY—

The next day my homework got returned to me and of course... I need to redo it

"Kei..." I tapped his shoulder

"Hm? You failed? Sucks to be you" He smirked and went back to dozing off to his “wonderland”

"Ughh just hear me out!! I accept your deal!" His eyes opened

"Then go ahead, there's an hour for you to go and confess"

"WAIT... YOU MEAN RIGHT NOW??!?! I'M NOT READY YET!"

"Take it or leave it, I'll be waiting" Ughh after that I ran to the cafeteria to find a grayish-green haired boy with freckles plastered on his face

"HAHAHAHAHA! Don't tell me that.. you spitted your orange juice on her blouse? Poor her she gotta wash that hard to take the stain off!" He laughed while talking to Hinata and Kageyama at the corner

"We'll I was surprised so I accidentally spat the juice at her!"

"Yams!" I called out and they immediately turned their heads at my direction

"Oh hey y/n! What's up? Is there a problem?" I huffed "I just need to excuse you for something urgent, umm you don't have to wait for Yams here bye!"

I held his wrist and dashed out of the cafeteria and of course we went to our usual spot where me Kei and Yams always go to

"Umm... so Yams uhh.. you see uhh I've been meaning to... ask you something" What the heck why can't I just talk like a normal person

"Yeah? What is it? I hope it's not hard to answer though hahaha!"

"Uhmm...." I fidgeted "A-are you... by any chance uhmm.... interested in you know.... in getting into a relationship" He looked at me in confusion and thought about what I asked

He blushed "N-no.. not really.." He's saying no but his face does..

"O-oh really? Hahaha! Uhmm is there someone you like? Like, like romantically?" He nodded in response and looked away

"Yeah... She has been for a long time had make my heart skip a beat"

"H-ha! Now I've got a chance to pass that freaking homework! Let's go? Kei might be waiting at the classroom" I stood up with a gloomy face, not even sparing a glance at Yamaguchi

"Ooh.. okay.... why did you ask though?" He got curious and of course I'm dumb and told him

"N-nothing... It was just a dare Kei made me do.. Just forget about it!"

Dead silence. Yes we're not talking to each other until I asked him

"Have y.. you asked the girl out?"

"No..."

"Why not? I mean I know she'll like you too! I mean who wouldn't want a fluffball like you?"

Who wouldn't like an amazing guy like you?

I looked at him and he was as red as a tomato, and it's so freaking adorable

"U-uuuh~ Can w-we drop the topic?"

...

I guess he doesn't like talking about someone he likes to me

(Istfg they're so dumb, but Yams is cute)

We have reached our classroom with silence, I've got no chance huh?

The day just went like how it used to, me listening to the teachers, taking notes and everything except when it's time to go back home

"Kei I'm going home early, don't ask why" He looked at me with a not so concerned look

"Uhh okay? Want me to tell Yamaguchi?"

"Nah, he's not interested about that anyway, oh and don't forget about the deal, Imma head out"

I heard the door closed and so I took my notebook and pen and set it to his table

The door opens and he squinted at the sight

"What are you doing in here? Get out"

"HEY! I DID YOUR STUPID DEAL AND GUESS WHAT I GOT INDIRECTLY REJECTED! NOW GET YOUR ASS IN HERE AND HELP ME WITH MY HOMEWORK"

He rolled his eyes and settled in beside me

"The fuck? Where'd you get these answers from? Are you nuts?" HOW RUDE

"Not my fault his teaching was hard to understand" I scoffed

"Well if you're not dumb you'd get the answers right, anyone can solve this y/n"

"Ugh fine fine just teach me already!"

"Later, I need to wait for him" Him?? Is he expecting someone?

"Gomen Tsukki! I was adoring the cat outside so I got in late!" He opened the door panting, he still hasn't noticed me

"Uhm.. I-I'll just watch how to solve it, I'm going back to my room" I packed up my things and was about to stand

"I thought you wanted me to teach you? Since I'm teaching you two the same thing I called him here" He smirked

But I want to avoid him.. for the mean time

"Nevermind that, I'll just ask you something else, later Yamaguchi" I left Kei's room and went straight to bed

Ughh I can't face him like this, I'm just gonna take a nap and do my assignment later

"Uhmm.. Y/n I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same way, I hope we can still be friends though..." I teared up

"Y-yeah it's alright, I'm not really expecting you to reciprocate my feelings so it's okay!"

No it's not okay, not okay..

I love you but you don't love me..

"LWHWIAKKAGSI" I woke up to see Yamaguchi's face close to mine

"OH MY FUCKI— OWW!" I bumped my forehead in his

"AH! I'M SORRY Y/N! I DIDN'T MEAN TO SCARE YOU! I WAS JUST GOING TO WAKE YOU UP!! GOMEN!!" I massaged my forehead "N-no it's okay! I was just s-surprised that you're here..."

"Tsukki said I should wake you up.. I'm really sorry! Ahh look at your head" He quickly touched my forehead and my heart starts to beat faster

"It has a bump! I'M REALLY SORRY!!!! I'M GETTING YOU SOME ICE!" He's leaving... this is your chance to confess or else you won't be able to get things off of your chest

"W-wait.." I held his shirt and started to get red

"What is it? Does it hurt? Fuck I'm sorry!" He took his hand off of my head

"N-no.. it's.. uhh.. ilikeyou..... so.." I mumbled "What? I can't hear you" Oh god this is embarrassing

"I like you Yams— I mean.. *sigh* You don't have to say anything, I'll just get the ice.. You can go back to Kei.." I said it... though this will be a one sided— "I l-like you too... y/n.. I like you a lot... I m-mean like lot, a lot more than anyth—" I hugged him

I don't want him to see my face, I'm so flustered that I just hugged him without hesitating

"Finally! These dumb dorks" Kei looked at us with satisfaction

"Y-you! You planned this huh?" I stood up and started to hit Kei's arm

"Ow! Well at least you won't have to sulk in this dark room of yours!"

"What do you mean dark?? This is called style you uncultured salt!"

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!?"

"I CALLED YOU AN UNCULTURED SALT! GOT A PROBLEM??"

"Hey hey don't start bickering, I'm going to teach her Tsukki so do you mind if you know.. you could-"

"Go back to your room and start listening to your weird music!" I pushed him to his room and went back to my “dark room” he said

"C'mere, I'll teach you the easy way" He sat down on the floor and started to scribble on my notebook

I wiggled my way to his lap and leaned on Yams

"H-hey! It's hard to teach if y-you're leaning on me!" I chuckled "You'll get used to it! Now teach me!"

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so yeah the ending is crap (○ﾟεﾟ○)

#yamaguchi x reader #haikyuu x reader #yamaguchi tadashi #haikyuu!!#fluff #yamaguchi

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chocolatemin · 5 years ago

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TIME (ONEUS FANTASY AU)

Amber's POV

I am falling, I am falling. What do I do? I closed my eyes and covered my ears due to fear. I peeked and a colorful blinding light met my sight. I opened my eyes and looked up, the hole from above is gone.

"Why? Just why? How will I escape now?"

Slowly losing hope, I closed my eyes and let my body fall freely. Maybe this is the end? What sins did I commit to experience this? When will I stop falling? The wind is becoming stronger and I feel that I am falling faster now. I am ready to die. I'm sorry my brother, my mom. A tear escaped my eye and I fell onto something hard and died.

I opened my eyes and I am surrounded by trees in which the leaves are in rainbow color, pastels and black.

"Oh, I didn't die. I thought that was the end."

In front of me is a huge wooden gate covered with vines. I stood up and went closer to the gate, there is a keyhole in it, but where's the key? I looked around to my surroundings but it seems that there is no other way out.

"Ouch! What the fu-" Something hard fell onto my head causing me to flinch and rub my head. I looked above to see if there's anyone but found none.

"What was that?!"

When I looked down, I found a key with an emerald stone on it and picked it up.

"Woah— this is kinda heavy for a normal key,"

"Maybe this is it? Hmm."

I inserted the key and twisted it.

click!

Looks like luck is on my side today! I quickly withdraw the key and entered the gate without hesitation.

"It's so bright in here, I can't see anything." And with that I heard the gate shut. This is bad.

I turned around and tried pulling the gate but it doesn't budge. What am I gonna do now? I let out a heavy sigh.

"I am now trapped! My, my! Hmmp!" Angrily, I stomped on my way to the forest of which I wasn't familiar with. There were fruits I haven't seen or heard of but as much as I want to take and eat those, I'm afraid I won't make it 'til tomorrow.

As I am walking I feel like someone is following me and it stopped me for a second before I continue my journey to find the way out of this weird forest. My eyes wandered while I am walking, and I must say, even if the trees don't look normal to me, the place is beautiful and serene but not until I heard a loud growl.

"EEEH!?" A large white wolf with red eyes and blue fangs lunged in front of me causing me to jump and drop the key I was holding.

"Please don't come any closer!" I took a step back.

growl.

The large wolf stepped forward and onto the key.

"Little miss riding hood, what are you doing in this dangerous forest?"

"Perhaps, you want to be a dinner to the animal in front of you."

"I'm not little and I am not red riding hood! Wait— you can talk?!"

"Of course I do and I didn't say red, you're wearing plum! Why do you have the key to the front gate?"

I looked to my clothes and it was indeed plum and just like red riding hood's. I thought I'm still wearing my pyjamas, heck!

"I don't know either! It just fell out of nowhere!"

"Liar," the wolf growled loudly.

Suddenly, the wolf glowed and transfromed into a human. He picked up the key and shoved it into his pocket.

"What are you?!"

"Why should I tell you?" He snickered and walked closer.

"Don't answer my question with another question!" I took a step back.

"Aww, come on! I don't bite!"

"I don't believe you."

"Then don't."

"What are you, really?"

"No, what are YOU? Why are you here? How did you get into this forest? When did you came and where are you from?"

"Woah— did you just use all the WH questions?"

"Oh, what am I asking, I won't tell you until you give that key back."

"I will give the key if you answer all my questions. It's a promise."

"Fine. I am a human, I don't know how did I end up here, I just fell from a hole and poof! I'm transported in front of a huge gate. And I am from Earth, unlike you!"

"Earth? Of course, we're on Earth!" He shook his head while my jaw dropped from the information.

"You mean, you're from the mortal realm? Then you don't have any supernatural powers? You'll die here! You won't survive!" He handed back the key to me just as he promised.

"And I don't bite humans! Yikes!" He cringed and rolled his eyes.

"Wow, how nice of you, but atleast I won't be some dinner. Thanks! And what are you?"

"I'm a shapeshifter. And my name is Keonhee."

"Oh, I see."

"Is that all the reaction you've got?"

"What do you want me to say? Oh wow! You're a shapeshifter, cool! Can you transform into a worm for me? "

He rolled his eyes and flicked my forehead.

"Ow! It hurts!" I rubbed my forehead and glared at him.

"Tell me your name, human."

"I'm Amber."

"Nice to meet you, Amber."

"Well, nice meeting you too Mr. Shapeshifter but I need to hurry and get out of this place." I bowed to him before walking away.

"Wait for me! It's dangerous for a human to walk alone, there are lots of trickster creatures here!" Keonhee ran to my side and stopped me. Then, he transformed into a great lion in a snap. "You might get lost and be trapped here, forever. Now, go climb to my back and I'll take you there."

"Why are you helping me?" I said as I was climbing onto is back and gripping on his hair tightly. Once I settled down on a safe position he started running fast.

"I'm not bad, you know. That was just for a show," he laughed before adding, "I need to know your intentions, good or bad. So that I can help you or kill you, right there, at that moment."

"Sounds scary." He laughed at my comment.

"So, are we friends now? I mean, you're helping me and all."

"If that's how you call it."

"Woah! You're pretty friendly! I really thought you're cruel and harsh."

"I'm not as bad as you think."

"By the way, perhaps you can tell me the way out?"

"We just need to go straight ahead, then I'll drop you off near the pond, after crossing the lake someone will lead you the way out of the forest."

"Sounds easy."

"Not really." He laughed before continuing, "Let's fasten our pace before the sunset."

"Isn't it still early?"

"No... The time here flies so fast that you won't even notice that the sun is setting down."

"Woah, woah— hold on, you mean it's afternoon already?" What a strange place, I thought. And it kinda scares me.

He roared as an answer to my question.

"Don't worry, we're near the lake."

After several minutes, we have reached the lake and it's now his cue to leave. I jumped down from his back while he transformed back into human appearance.

"Thank you so much for leading the way, I could have been lost without your help."

"You're welcome and I'm sorry I can't go any further."

"No no no, it's okay. You have been much of a help, Keonhee. Thank you!"

"I'll get going now, until we meet again, Amber."

"Goodbye, Mister Shapeshifter the great." I waved at him.

He waved back and smiled before transforming into a butterfly and flew to the opposite way. This is it, I'm getting out of this place!

I walked further and reached boundary of the land. I looked for something I can use to cross the lake or something a I can step on so that I don't have to get my clothes wet, yet there is none. Neither slabs of rock are scattered on the lake. Desperate, I tried to dip my foot only to be stopped.

"What do you think you are doing?" A deep voice spoke from behind which sent shivers on my body.

I turned around to see the owner of the voice and said, "I was just trying to cross the lake, I'm sorry if I did anything wrong." I met a young man with a very attractive, beautiful yet masculine facial features, standing tall and dressed like a prince in white meters away from me. (see his concept photos wearing white)

"Who are you?" His eyes are beautiful but it is staring right at mine like looking straight to my soul.

"The name's Amber, Your Highness."

"Intruding my territory without any permission, a rude stranger, I see."

"Your Highness, you misunderstood my intentions." I suddenly became nervous and my heart is beating crazily, his accusation is wrong! "I didn't know that someone owns the lake so I tried to cross it and find the way out of this forest."

"I didn't ask you to explain, did I?" He walked towards me with an unreadable expression on his face.

"I'm s-sorry." I said as I looked down from embarassment. "Do you know who I am?" I shook my head as an answer while keeping my head dow. "That is a sign of disrespect, look at me when I am talking to you, " He lifted my chin and made me look at his beautiful face. "Much better."

"Do you know who I am?" I'm afraid to answer his question, I don't even know where am I. He might get angry at me if he doesn't like the way I answered.

"F-forgive me but I am new to this place." He smirked at my answer before raising his brow. "You should have gathered information before setting foot onto my place."

"I am Xion, the water god and the keeper of this lake," His voice is laced with confidence and authority as he introduced himself. But what shocked me are his next words, "and I know who you are, human— or should I say, Amber?" stunned, I can't think of anything to say nor forgot how to breathe. How did he know?

"You're curious, aren't you? I'm a water god, I can see right through everything. I know what you are up to and what you want to do. I can see that you have clean intention and a pure heart. But you must not let your guard down. It may lead you to danger."

"Your Highness, I need to get back home sooner. I was told to cross the lake first and after, someone will guide me the way out." I am not nervous anymore and did not stutter while explaining in calm manner.

"And that is me. But you need to answer 3 riddles before I let you cross the lake."

"Sure, Your Highness."

"First riddle: I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind. What am I?"

"Speak without mouth, hear without ears, doesn't have body but comes alive with wind. What could it be? Hmm." I sighed as I think for the answer. What doesn't have body but can speak and hear? Think Amber, think!

"It's just the first riddle, right? But why is is so difficult already?" He laughed at my comment, "Don't take it literally."

Right! I almost forgot about it, "I come alive with wind." Wind is the key! It must be an inanimate object for it to come alive with wind. "Let me give you a hint, what do you throw but goes back to you?"

"Boomerang?" He laughed and rolled his eyes on my answer, "Wrong, boomerang doesn't speak, you only have one chance left to answer, and I must say, you're bad at riddles."

"What do you throw but goes back to you that speaks without mouth, hear without words that comes alive in wind? What kind of-" before I could finish my sentence I realized something, when you're standing on a mountain if you shout 'yes' it will shout back 'yes' out of nowhere. It will speak without mouth and hear what you shouted without having ears. I get it! What you throw isn't a real object, it could be words! My eyes went wide realizing the answer.

"Echo is the answer." I smiled at him.

"Took you long enough for the first question."

"I'm not good at these things!" We both laughed as I spoke the truth, the only thing I am good at is working hard.

"Next riddle: What word in the English language does the following: the first two letters signify a male, the first three letters signify a female, the first four letters signify a great, while the entire world signifies a great woman. What is the word?"

"Can you repeat?"

He sighed before doing so, "What word in the English language does the following: the first two letters signify a male, the first three letters signify a female, the first four letters signify a great, while the entire world signifies a great woman. What is the word?" I hummed as I think of an answer, this riddle is confusing!

"What two-letter word signifies a male?He. The first three letters signify a female, but what do you add to he to make it signify a female? Hmm—oh letter R! Then it will make the word 'Her'. But what signifies a great that starts with 'her'?" I squinted my eyes as I think.

"He-, her-, hero? Great hero?"

"Wow, this time you're fast. I should have given another riddle." He said in a joking manner and laughed.

"That's mean! Don't distract me from thinking! I might lose my concentration!" He shook his head before nodding.

"Now, what makes a great woman? He-Her-Hero. If the great is hero, then the great woman is the female counterpart of a hero! The answer is Heroine!" He smiled at me meaning my answer is correct.

"The last riddle: What is seen in the middle of March and April that can’t be seen at the beginning or end of either month?" I knitted my brows and he smiled at me thinking I am confused but no but his smile turned into a confused one when I laughed.

"Oh no, not that one! Hahaha! I know the answer to that! You know, I have a brother who likes to ask useless and weird questions out of the blue and it was hilarious!" I can barely contain my laugh as I remembered my brother asking me this question—wait, what does my brother look like again? It made me stop laughing. I tried remembering his face but I can't.

"What's wrong? You suddenly became serious."

"I told you I have a brother, right? I forgot how does he look like just now and I can't remember his face even his name." I said, my voice has hint of sadness. He was about to speak when I cut him off, "It's okay, maybe later I will remember his face and name again." I said with a sad smile and he smiled back.

"So what's your answer?"

"The answer is letter 'R'." I said firmly and he nodded.

"Well, you got everything correct and as said on the condition, you can now cross the lake." He smiled and was transported to the opposite of the land. Suddenly, huge slabs of crystals appeared one by one from the lake and formed a straight path towards the opposite land. I carefully made my way to avoid falling to the water. When I reached the other side of the lake, Xion offered his hand to be a support so I won't slip. "Let's go, before the sky gets dark. Hurry."

He held my hand and led the way. Once we reached the end of the forest, he let go of my hand and light glowed from his hand. When the light disappeared, he is now holding a sling bag like the ones in medieval period and a key with blue stones on top of it. Xion handed it to me and I accepted it with a smile. "Thank you!"

"Inside that bag is a purse with several cents inside. It is enough for you to survive few days to your next destination. And that key, you must keep it after."

"Thank you, Your Highness. Until we meet again."

"Goodbye, Amber." with that, he disappeared in a blink of an eye. I went over to the gate and inserted the key. The stone turned into a shade of emerald and the the gate opened. As Xion said, I took the key and kept it inside the bag alongside with the key I have earlier.

"As of now I have two keys with me, but what am I supposed to do with both?" I entered the gate without any hesitation.

-END OF CHAPTER-

[a/n: uhh-]

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oceanspray5 · 7 years ago

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Honestly now that Seon Mi has someone who truly loves her in her life, I want a scenario where her family come knocking at her door one day, asking for money like the disgusting people they are. That's when Son Oh Gong finally has the displeasure to see them all properly. He gets alerted of their arrival through Son Yook Gong and observes them silently as they act like they own the place when they enter Seon Mi's office as if she owes them everything she asks for. He hears them bad mouth Seon Mi and then demand more money from her. Despite the fact she says yes, Seon Mi's uncle even gives a taunting "So what happened to your wedding ? Did he run away or did you end up killing him off too ?"

That comment hits a little too close to home after everything our OTP goes through (since this scenario takes place after saving the world) becuase Son Oh Gong really was going to get himself killed for Seon Mi. Despite knowing now that she was a savior baby and not a cursed child, Seon Mi still can't let go of all the years she thought she was. Son Oh Gong knows that and the fiery protective monkey he is, he's not gonna sit still while his beautiful wife is insulted by her greedy relatives whom she will still end up giving the money to anyway due to the kindness in her heart.

Son Oh Gong likes flair and rubbing things in people's faces so he decides to take full advantage of Seon Mi's relatives' greed.

To the relatives biggest shock just as the uncle is about to make another rude comment on her husband, into the office walks the biggest share holder of M Group Companies who's been plastered across the news for months. While Sa Oh Jeong is back in charge of his companies now, Son Oh Gong still has to make aj appearance or two and the media doesn't let him go when he does.

Son Oh Gong takes great pleasure in striding over to Seon Mi, giving her a loving kiss and greeting her. Seon Mi is surprised at his burst of affection but then again he's normally like this and has had no qualms showing his affection in front of people before so she takes it in a stride. She introduces her husband to her gobsmacked relatives who, as expected, see this as an opportunity to leech more money off of not only Seon Mi but now Son Oh Gong too as well as get connections in high up places.

The uncle is tries to splutter out his flattering greeting towards Oh Gong yet tries to shift the blame very obviously on Seon Mi for not having introduced them or telling who her husband was.

"Seon Mi Ah ! Why didn't you tell us your husband was the CEO of M Group ? We apologize for never having met you CEO Son. Our niece never informed us of this. Please invite us over sometime soon to meet properly. "

But Son Oh Gong doesn't play even fake nice to people he doesn't like and ots not like Seon Mi's relatives have anything to offer them either. It doesn't matter how rude he is to them, heck Son Oh Gong wouldn't mind killing them if he knew Seon Mi wouldn't be upset.

"We're meeting now aren't we ? I'd like if we never met again. One time is also too much but becuase you were making my wife upset, this meeting had to happen. You were just insulting my wife and saying I would have left her. Dont try to bullshit through me. You give her pain and suck from her like a parasite all your life, come ask her for money and even still you accuse her of not telling you of our marriage ? You really are shameless. Don't bother her for money anymore again. For her sake I'll spare your pitiful lives today, next time if you dare accuse her of killing anyone again, I'll be doing the killing. And I'll make sure your family gets blacklisted from almost everywhere in Korea so you have no where to go."

(I know the dialogue needs a bit of work to sound more like SOG but I wrote this in a hurry).

The relatives run out terrified of Seon Mi's ill tempered chaebol husband and Seon Mi gets up to hug Oh Gong. She's appreciative but very amused.

Oh Gong, however, is not amused. He holds Seon Mi tightly and asks her why she still puts up with her relatives when they're so hurtful. Next time they come and try and leech off her, she should call on him. They're dangerously disgusting people and Son Oh Gong will chase them away.

As her husband goes on his mad rant at her relatives, Seon Mi just smiles contentedly becuase here she thought never in her life would she find someone who would love her. It's what her relatives reinforced every time by saying anyone she would love, Seon Mi would eventually kill. But here she is with a loving overprotective husband, good friends and soon a family. She's Sam Jang and saved the world and life is ok now.

I wrote this in a little more elaborate fic form. I'll probably post it soon 😉

#hwayugi #a korean odyssey #jin seon mi #son oh gong #kdrama #hwayugi ff #iffah's fics

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forged-through-trials · 3 years ago

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The following day, we hit up Mach-Na again, as she seemed to be a great source of info about Cheydinhal. Irritable, sure, but informative. Mach-Na: "Are you actually going to buy something, today?" Trials: "No, no... we're just curious about what the words is around town." Mach-Na: "Ugh... I need to start charging for gossip! "Well, have you heard of Rythe Lythandas?" Trials: "'Right Left-Hand-Us'?" Mach-Na: "...close enough. "He's possibly the greatest painter in all of Cyrodiil." Trials: "When I get a house, I'll be sure to give him a call." Mach-Na: "...no, not that kind of painter. He does landscapes. "Sadly, he's gone missing. His wife, Tivela, is beside herself with grief." Trials: "I'd ask why the town guard aren't looking for him, but after my last job, I know exactly why they haven't. Chances are Ulrich never thought to fine people for going missing." Mach-Na gave us some directions, so we legged it over toward the Lythandas home. It was decidedly large and posh, as one might expect from a career-artist. The door was unlocked, so Ruin and I let ourselves in, announcing our entrance to the lady of the house. Trials: "Greetings. I'm Forged-Through-Trials, and this is my associate, Ruined-Tail." Ruin: "Greetings, madam." Tivela: "...well, apologies, strangers-who-barged-into-my-home, but may I ask you a favor? "It seems my husband, Rythe, has gone missing, and I just don't know what to do." Ruin: "I... question the reasoning of asking two strangers who waltz into your home uninvited for help in this matter." Trials: "Well, who else is she gonna ask? The town-guard who will fine her for disturbing their nap?" Ruin: "...point taken." Trials: "Anyway, Ms. Tea-f'er-ya Lift-And-Bust--" Tivela: "...close enough." Trials: "--we actually stopped by because we'd heard he was missing. I'm something of a traveling mystery-solver, and happy to put my skills to the case!" Tivela: "I thank you for your kind offer, madam. "Yes, Rythe likes to work in his studio with the door locked, so no one can disturb him. He usually comes out to eat dinner and sleep, but two days ago, he didn't come out at all. When he hadn't left his studio for a whole day, I used to key he gave me for emergencies to open the door... and he was completely gone! "I'm sure he never left that room. So I have no idea where he's gone. Please, help me find Rythe. I love him dearly, and I am so worried!" Trials: "Oooh, a Locked Door Mystery. Never had one of those, before. "But worry not, ma'am. I'm on the case!" Tivela offered me the key to Rythe's studio, bidding that I hurry to find her husband. Accepting the key, I turned toward the studio, unlatching the door and stepping inside.

Huh, so this is where the "magic" happens? Where Rythe does all of his work that has made him famous across Cyrodiil? Seems a little cramped, to me, but those paintings leaning against the wall spoke to his talent and ability. The narrow setting sure didn't hamper him any. I took a little look around. Nothing jumped out at me right away as being any kind of evidence. There were just a bunch of art supplies laying around, and not even so much as a sign of a struggle. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw something. I looked to find that painting sitting on the easel. Ruin was occupied consoling Tivela, so I stepped into the room to investigate, and thought that I had seen the face of that painting ripple as if it were the surface of a pond. I stepped up, and drew even closer still, reaching a hand out to touch the face of that painting, and...

Well, let's a-go! After the strange, white void, my eyes cleared to reveal a foresty meadow. Though something was very... off about this place. From the way the ground felt, to the look of the rocks, the trees, the leaves... leaves? Those aren't even leaves! They're painted on! Where the heck was I? This place was like something out of one of my Akaviri Picture-Books! It was about then that I noticed I was alone. Ruin hadn't followed me in. Maybe he hadn't seen me get sucked into the painting, and was right now wondering what had become of me. I wasn't alone for long, though. As I was still trying to acclimate to the bizarre landscape, a fairly dressed Dark Elf approached me.

Rythe: "Where did you come from? You look real enough. You must be from the outside! Oh, thank goodness someone finally came!" Trials: "Whoa, are you Ripe Lasagna?" Rythe: "...close enough. "While I'm overjoyed to see a friendly face, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you." Trials: "Salmo the Baker is discontinuing his famous Sweet Rolls?" Rythe: "...okay, maybe not that bad. "No, we're stuck here. Sorry to break it to you like that, but if it wasn't for that annoying thief, we wouldn't be in this predicament!" Trials: "IDidn'tDoEet!" Rythe: "What? No, not you! It was a different thief. "I was in my studio, when a Bosmer wearing dark clothing accosted me. Before I could call for help, he knocked me unconscious." Trials: "Very rude of him." Rythe: "How do you think I feel? "When I came to, I found that the door to my studio was still locked, and that the thief had snatched my paintbrush. That's when I saw it." Trials: "You mean the void of white with the hollow star-shape in it?" Rythe: "No, that came later. What I saw was something on the canvas of my painting that I hadn't put there. It looked somewhat like a troll, but it was badly done. Then it hit me!" Trials: "The Bosmer again?" Rythe: "No, it was the realization that the Bosmer must have leapt into the painting, then painted guardians inside to protect himself using the Brush of Truepaint!" Trials: "Whoa, slowdown. What the heck is the 'Brush of Truepaint'?" Rythe: "I knew the secret of my success would be revealed one day. I can tell you all about the Brush, if you like." Rythe regaled me with the tale; in the war of 3E 396, his father was a soldier who was injured when an errant fireball exploded near him, costing him the use of both arms. A painter before being conscripted into the war, it seemed his career was over. But he prayed night and day to the Divine Dibella for some way to express his artistic side once more. And I guess because Dibella is not the goddess of growing new arms, instead she gave him a paintbrush woven from her own hair. The magic of the Brush allows the painter to step inside of a canvas to paint objects to life size. Though 'paint' is not quite accurate, since all the user has to do is think about what they want, and it will appear. The Brush of Truepaint was then passed down to Rythe from his father, and is the source of Rythe's talent and fame. Trials: Deadpan. "Oh. So you're a phony." Rythe: "...I mean, yes, but you shouldn't say it like that." Trials: "Oh well. Truth be told, I've been all Fake It 'Til I Make It since I first arrived in Cyrodiil." Rythe: "...faking it?" Trials: "Oh, yes. I'm an alcoholic ex-slave who gets by mostly by the fact that I'm harder to kill than I look. I honestly can't believe people keep giving me jobs. Or that I keep pulling wins outta my butt." Rythe: His face paled. "Oooohh that doesn't inspire confidence." Trials: "About as much confidence as I have in your art-skills." Rythe: "Right. Any port in a storm, eh? "We need to get the Brush back, which means you're going to have to get past the thief's Painted Trolls. I cannot do it. I am not a warrior." Trials: "What about the thief himself? Anything I need to worry about with him?" Rythe: "Thankfully, that problem solved itself. I heard him scream not long after I arrived. The trolls that the thief painted seemed to have turned on their creator and killed him. He didn't know the Brush had its risks." Trials: "Well, sucks to be him." Rythe: "The creatures now roam loose all over the forest and in the clearing where I was still working. The Brush is on the body of the Bosmer Thief, there. "Here, take these bottles of turpentine. They may help." Trials: "...unless we're making gut-rotting moonshine, I don't see how. But thanks, I guess."

On second thought, everything here is made of paint, right? So maybe this turpentine could be useful after all! I could... pour some on the rocks to melt them... nah, no, what would I do with melted rocks? I guess the best alternative would be to pour this stuff on my weapons to give them a little extra bite against the trolls.

I dipped my arrows in the turpentine, and upon spotting one of the trolls, let the poisoned arrow fly. It worked like a charm, and the Troll went down in one shot. Guess I owe Rythe an apology. The rest of the trolls went down in similar fashion. That turpentine went a long, long way... meaning it would probably make some really powerful moonshine if I can save any.

A hop and skip through the painted forest later, and I'd found the 'clearing' Rythe spoke of. It wasn't so much a 'clearing' as it was a space that looked unfinished. It was quite strange to look at, and even stranger to walk on. The texture of the place was not unlike one might imagine from a canvas. Once the last Troll was downed, I was able to advance onto the corpse of the Wood Elf thief. It only took a little bit of rifling through his pockets to retrieve the Brush. I took a minute to admire it; it looked so much like an ordinary paintbrush, but it apparently was some kind of amazing, enchanted Aedric Artifact. What're the odds that I would run into something like this? Well, now to get it back to Rythe. A short walk through the painted forest later, and I'd returned, Brush in hand, and quickly handed it off to the artist. Rythe: "You have the Brush? Excellent work, my friend." Trials: "Told ya I'd pull a win outta muh butt!" Rythe: "Certainly glad your bottom had at least one last 'win' to give. Now, I will paint the portal back home. Once it appears, you should go through first. Or you might be stuck in here forever." Trials: "Wait, before ya do, can you... paint me a meat-pie?" Rythe: "I can, but it would taste like paint." Trials: "Aww, lame!"

Rythe took the Brush and stepped a few paces away, drawing both the Brush and a pallet... for some reason. He already told me he doesn't actually need to wave the Brush around to make it work. I think he just felt like showing off. Whatever the case, after a few moments of waving the brush at empty air like a showy moppet, a window appeared, floating in the air. It looked like a painting of Rythe's studio. Once done, Rythe stepped to one side, and allowed me to pass first, and I quickly did so. I emerged from the painting back into Rythe's studio, right in front of a very shocked Ruined-Tail. Ruin: "Trials! Where have you been? I turned my back for one minute and you just vanished!" Trials: I grinned with cheek. "What're you talking about, Ruin? I never left this room!" Ruin: "..." He rolled his eyes. "You've got a weird story to tell me, don't you? Or you've been drinking again. Wait, that's it; you snuck off to drink didn't you?" Trials: I pouted. "Ruin! I'd never do that while on the job!"

Before I could explain myself to Ruin, Rythe rushed forward to meet his wife, the happy couple holding a just as happy reunion. Tivela: "Rythe! Oh, my love! You are home safe... I was so afraid." Rythe: "If it wasn't for my friend, here, you'd be right." Tivela: "This is wonderful! Now we won't miss my mother's birthday." Rythe: Deadpan. "Oh... goodie." He tried to force a smile, and turned to me. "Well, my mother-in-law not withstanding, I don't know how to thank you. You have a good heart to help get me back home. I'll never forget what you've done for me." Trials: "Hey, no problemo, my dude." Rythe: "If I may ask one last favor; please keep the Brush's existence a secret. If word gets around that I have it, I'm afraid more than a lone cut-purse will visit me." Trials: "Sure, my lips are sealed. Barring some extreme situation, like, say, if I find myself in a predicament where I desperately need an Aedric Artifact to help save the world, or something." Rythe and I shared a hearty laugh at that quip. Surely, nothing like that could ever possibly happen to little ol' me, after all!

Rythe gave me an apron as a token of his appreciation. Not the flashiest of gifts, but a fine reminder of my contribution to the arts. Also it's enchanted and thus, very valuable, so that's pretty nice! And thus I closed another case. The missing artist has been returned safely to his home and his loving wife, and Cheydinhal is richer for the adventure. I've probably tapped all of the info I can get out of Mach-Na, but I'd say chances are good the Fighters and Mages Guilds might have some work for me. And once those are out of the way, I still have the Thieves Guild job, and the Castle Vault, to hit, before I blow this town and hit the road once more.

#the elder scrolls #oblivion #modded #let's play #roleplay #ask blog

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