#i purposely gave her the bright green eyes and gold earrings/headband

[musubiki]

balor + ponytail (feat my farmer isa)

[ostewell]

hermit items

or, to be more specific, items i associate with the hermits

i plan to draw soon, but ive been kinda swamped by school and a big ol’ project lol

edit: jsut did a proofreading now that its the morning and i can like,,, properly read gjshgkjsdhf

i dont think much changed when it comes to readability, but there is a minor amount of clarification owo

under the cut bc hng long lol

wels:

wels's helmet's plume; (wels's plume is still a ponytail in my design im just makin it a true plume for this) the red, flowy part is made from dyed horsehair. the gold-plated ring is wide, too wide to be a true ring, but too small to be a bracelet 

the pommel of a sword, it's made from iron, with a blue sapphire embedded inside it. the iron has various engravements, fitting those on his helmet. (i can pull up my wels design again if needed lol) it screws into the handle on a roughly centimeter long threaded rod that's been soldered onto the bottom of it

etho:

etho's headband; has shifting engravements, when the engravements shift, they dont dissapear and reappear, the points that make them up just "move," sort of like in stickbug videos where the lines move lol, it displays the expression of the person it is touching, and when it is not in contact with anyone the points move around idly, not making up any particular shape 

a pair of diamond boots. nothing particularly interesting about them. 

joe:

a pair of navy blue glasses, shaped like the ones he wears irl. near the hinges on the things i learned are called "temples," there are small @ symbols. otherwise, just a standard pair of glasses 

an iron pick, enchanted. it's been repaired before. at the end of its handle, at the opposite side from the head, there is a small diamond with a cross going through it engraved in the wood. it looks like it was difficult to do. 

a piece of lime green stained glass. its definitely new, and its definitely going to be placed. at some point. by accident. it has fingerprint smudges, and is more opaque and vibrantly colored than regular stained glass (thanks to one of my irl friends for the idea of this one gjsdhgkj)

mumbo:

his red tie; tied. it seems to have the sort of wear as a tie that's just loosened and removed, rather than repeatedly tied. there are redstone stains on the knot and along the middle section, with a distinct line where his blazer usually covers, along with an oddly shaped diagonal stain, that slightly feathers the right side of the distinct separation.

a block of redstone, accompanied by a small knife.  a fourth of the block has been whittled away (presumably by the knife), but is otherwise normal. the knife is about the length of a hand. its handle is a deep maroon. whether this is from redstone staining or if it was made that way, you can't tell. there's a pair of sharpening stones attached to it by a piece of definitely redstone-stained-red string 

(a small addendum: anything that's been stained red lightly glows when near powered redstone owo)

doc:

his red eye. now that you can see the full thing, it goes deeper than you'd expect, at least a couple inches into the metallic half of his face. there are wires leaving the end of it, its not the sort of thing that you can just pop back in and it'll work fine. the lens, which is clear, protects an assortment of LED lights, that can change their brightness at doc's will to depict images. the lighter metal frame, looks like aluminum, seems to be mostly aesthetic, though it does connect to his ear. its hard to tell what its function is, but doc seems quite insistent on having it back, so you’d rather not mess with it more.

a chunk of quartz, carved into the shape of a goat horn. doesn't seem to serve any other purpose, just a totem of the goat mother lol

ren:

his signature sunglasses. on the hinges of the lens frames themselves, there is a cyberdogs logo (red gear with a large center and says "CD," also red, on the inside) 

a piece of beef, not the hermit. there are mycelia (as in mushroom roots, not the block) running through it. you're not sure of its edibility, but considering its label, which says "Pamela - RIP" you think worse things would happen to you than being sick if you ate it. 

beef: 

a butcher's apron, bloodstained. you arent sure of the blood's origins; you assume it's animal, but considering the look he gave you when you asked about it, you don't want to know. otherwise, it seems standard. there's a pocket on the front. 

a tuft of llama fur. it's cream-colored. nothin special, just some wool lol

scar: 

a cat's collar. it's purple, with the non-fabric bits being gold (not gold plated or pure gold, just gold colored). the tag says "jellie" 

a diamond shovel. if you can call it that. it's more of a trowel than a shovel. it doesn't have any dirt stains, but it does have "vote for scar" written on the dark-oak wood handle in incredibly hard to read black text. 

tango: 

a ravager horn, just a standard trophy from what was likely a difficult- or first- kill 

a stick of dynamite. you're not sure if its explosive or not, it seems like its gotten wet, but you'd rather not test 

cleo: 

the armor stand book, with some additions. there are extra notes added; the "check target" button has been circled about 30 times in about 30 different colors. the ink from that has telegraphed through the page. there are little drawings of all the poses in the "preset" menu, direction notes, and more you can't make out. you're sure she doesnt need these notes anymore. except the circling on the check target button. 

im not sure what to give cleo as a second item lol 

false: 

a pair of pilot's goggles. the lenses are blue, and framed with polished iron. there are little cushions, which are made from black rubber. the lenses connect from either side via a brown leather strap. 

the hilt of a broadsword. it's made from brass, and the grip is wrapped with a similarly colored leather to the one that's the strap of her goggles. the strips are woven like a basket. the pommel features a blue sapphire, a darker blue than the one on wels's pommel. the guard is that of a basket hilt.

[lula1991]

My Jewel

Summary

  An ancient spell causes a millenary young lady to weaken, it is up to Larry and her friends to help her find the key to return her to normal while a stranger pretends, along with three already known individuals, to take over a captive jewel somewhere in Egypt with the in order to proclaim it “yours.” (The shock of all the chaos in her).

  Objective? The guard and the exhibits must prevent it from falling into the wrong hands while between Ahkmenrah and the girl, a romance will slowly emerge that will bear fruit over time.

Genre: Adventure, comedy, romance, fantasy

Warnings: None.

   Before starting with this chapter, I want to make a greeting and a general thanks for not forgetting those little people who gave this humble fic a chance. As promised by @underworldsheiress, I hope you enjoy this chapter and that you too! Hey! You know, if you want to be tagged so you don't miss out on this beautiful story, don't hesitate to tell me, you're always welcome :D💕

Chapter 3

    Approximately a few moments remained for the Sun to hide between the buildings. Within the establishment of the Department of Egyptology at the University of Cambridge, a security man took a final look so that everything was under control, exploring the room and the resting place of an ornate and colorful sarcophagus halfway to bed with a small engraving in a metal plate next to it. Satisfied with his night watch shift, he left the millenary room whistling a nice tune to the exit marked with a bright green sign where the heavy metal doors closed causing a resounding echo when the keys clinked securing them..

   When the sun went down, outside the museum it was observed how a strange glow completely illuminated the building and a strange magic floated in the air of Cambridge, especially when in the great and elegant chamber of the exhibition of the mythical country, at the end of the room began to occur leisurely movements within that sarcophagus..    A hand wrapped in worn bandages that hung and went in different lengths and thicknesses, peered through the union of the coffin and the lid thus until pushing it aside falling to the ground with a dry sound..

  That figure sat up solemnly in the same interior, his feet responded to stand obeying to leave his resting place while maintaining his back position. He unscrewed the aged linen from his head, revealing a dark hair that was finely disheveled and impeccable despite the passing of the millennia and slowly placed a beautiful crown on his head..

— I've come back to life! — a female voice echoed among the murals, that sound was enough for at least three of the exhibits to kneel before their queen. Maybe they were servants ..

— Your Excellency. — it was a very pleasant speaking sound belonging to a girl, keeping her eyes on the ground out of respect.

— Highness, it is an honor to see her so stingy. — this was another female voice when she bowed to her.

— Yes, you don't notice the 6000 years at all.. — said another young woman and one of them rubbed her elbow.

— I missed your compliments, Ahesut. — the woman turned to the girl in turquoise dress, green orbs that accentuated her brunette skin while a small headband with gold leaf charms adorned her jet hair.

Ahesut: Really? — the young woman smiled as she did not catch the sarcasm of her queen.

— No. — It was short thin.

— Should we be right that you are here for a reason?

— My dear, Tahmenk, I have not returned from the underworld so many times for nothing. — the queen smiled gently as she walked through the huge, refined and picturesque site, displaying her tight black tunic with luxurious gold accents, an elegant style. —There is a rare treasure among us and I think everything is focused on what I hope for. It's not the tablet of Ahkmenrah, if you ask me. That stubborn young man has left this place several years ago. It is something the same or much more powerful than you think..

Tahmenk: And what can be more striking than that?

Ahesut: What is it, your Majesty?

   The queen with an unknown name tilted her head to the side so that they would follow her to the address where her unknowns would be answered..

  They stayed away being a few steps from a room inside the exhibition very fine and delicate in colors, it is what could be observed from their positions..

Ahesut: Wow! Is that what I was talking about? — absorbed, the young woman observed the ancient relic from the temple hall.

— So is. After that boy left the exhibition in the 50s, in the same decade they later chose to remodel his room once it was diverted to another site, then expose that brat and remove it later without his bracelet. — that said, she walked slowly followed by them.  — Since then the piece remains here until who knows when. — the queen saw the jewel hung on the back wall covered with iconography by her ancestors, those writings that cared for and startled all her splendor. — If I'm lucky, it must be mine definitely and You are going to help me make my return a purpose.

Nehtatem: I think the confinement hurt you. — the girl said simply.

— Nehtatem, this is my kingdom and here I command.  — she demanded when the three Egyptians looked at each other.  — Go saying goodbye to everything, girl. — the queen murmured watching that precious piece with misgiving.

   For being a young girl in years, she was quite clumsy and apparently, they three too..

Nehtatem: Do you have a plan? — the girl with caramel eyes inquired waiting for her queen's next move.

— Of course. — sis eyes didn't take off from there.

Tahmenk: Before the six-meter jackals take our eyes off? — but the tone she used was not very relaxed.

   And the 6-meter guardians with small eyes approached the intruders with their spears..

—  ’iilaa‘ asifal‘! (‘Down!’)  — she ordered confidently believing they would obey her even if it didn't work out.

    The lackeys came closer, and more, and more to those women of silly aura and perhaps of dubious darkness, the jackals were perfectly fulfilling their job of faithfully protecting what his mistress was not to blame for neglecting and they left running taking refuge from where they had been standing minutes ago..

Ahesut: Someone must watch those mangy dogs.  — the brunette whispered, reloading on the wall and then peeking out and from that place the jackals still raised in arms.

— What a good idea, Ahesut!  — she took her shoulders.  — You will stay here!

Ahesut: But.. — without realizing the brunette said something intelligent.

— And you too! — she pointed to the tall, dark-skinned girl with brown hair, amber eyes and a cream-colored dress.

Tahmenk: Me? — the young woman pointed out.

— And you! — the queen pointed to the girl with candy irises, dressed in honey, owning a mahogany skin and braids that embellished her dark hair to her shoulders.

Nehtatem: But if the idea was of her.  — she reproached very stunned.

—  It's none of my business. — the woman released back to her post. — And I hope you contribute more than last time.. —  she seemed dissatisfied, muttering with indifferent hope.

   The Moon still shone in the sky and in the bowels of Cambridge, Ahesut sat against the mural feeling a strange heaviness in her eyes; she should not do what her companions agreed to or what her eyelids demanded although without realizing it, she was immersed in a deep sleep against her will..    Long seconds elapsed until her own snoring sound filled her ears causing her to wake up slowly but when her senses sharpened, it was moderately late..

Ahesut: Oh.. — she whispered covering her mouth. — No..  — without being able to do anything, the girl watched the scene as she bit her fist.

Nehtatem: What happens..?  — she spoke and quickly sealed her lips with one hand.

Ahesut: Sh..— her friend stared at her while a humorous silence floated between them.

Nehtatem: Oh no, tell me it's not true, Ahesut. — she murmured and in that bad feeling she could read his gaze.

Ahesut: We must bear the consequences.

  Yes, she was and they were in trouble..

— I told you to watch her!

Ahesut: It was an oversight, your Highness. — she released when playing with her fingers feeling threat.

— No excuse, Ahesut! How did you let it escape?!

Nehtatem: We believe it was removed at the request of someone important to another museum. — she hesitated playing with the bow of her honey-colored dress.

— Then there is no danger and while it is night, we can recover it if you know where it is. — their leader looked at them and they did not know what to answer. The queen's countenance changed radically from happy to furious. — Do you know it or not?! — the woman watched them at the same time without blinking.

     That brunette-skinned girl moved her mouth but no words came out due to nervousness, it was a funny scene until a small sound left her vocal cords..

Ahesut: We also don't listen to which museum was to be exhibited. — she said in a squeaky voice out of fear. — It was a small jump before coming to you.

Nehtatem: Don't pay attention to her, she didn't do it but I did.. — the girl tried to make the queen ignore what she heard.

— Sure? — the queen tilted her face minimally by putting pressure on her. — Safe?!

Nehtatem: I think in the Smithsonian or something like that.. — and she spoke not very sure to remember it.

— ‘Something like that’ is not an answer, Neh.

  There were some steps approaching at an agile pace..

Tahmenk: Majesty! The relic has disappeared! — the young woman warned and Ahesut slammed her hand against her forehead.

  No one really knew who of the three was the grossest..

— Know one thing. — she spoke with a mysterious attitude when the girls retreated before their bearing. It was bewitchingly beautiful on the outside and a gray intermediate inside. — I swear if you don't get there, I'll personally liquidate them! Did you understand? — the woman warned when the girls nodded quickly. — Unexperienced! — and she turned around, dragging the long thin coat of her robe.

Tahmenk: There, where? — the young woman asked awkwardly when Nehtatem gave her friend a gentle blow to the head.

   They came to infiltrate a cargo container plane and without raising suspicion, we found ourselves in the Smithsonian, the largest museum in the world, where the clumsy queen was with her not very intelligent three companions..

— Well, after going around in circles, we are where we wanted. — the queen thanked sarcastically.

Ahesut: Hey, don't look at me. I was not to blame for the truck deviating through that capitol.

— Walk! We have to find that jewel. — the woman demanded followed by them.

   If they wanted to finish quickly, they had to do it effectively and it was the least they had, so they separated to check the basement of the entire museum. It turns out that the jewel was there, since they took their magic for granted when they saw the less recognizable exhibition replacements wandering around, a little fearful for those strange figures walking their "home." His search was thorough but without an encouraging result of where the relic could be found..

Tahmenk: I miscalculated the distance.. — the girl reported aphonic because of the fatigue of having been traveling from one maze to the other.

Ahesut: There is no sign of his objective. — who seemed to be the smallest in age slowly approached the queen.

— Don't tell me, Ahesut. And if you are not on this site, where else?

Tahmenk: How to know, Royal Majesty?

— I do not know. Think, with desire. — the queen suggested when the synapse might make contact between her neurons.

Ahesut: What if we ran to the device with wheels where we came after the mechanical bird and followed its route until we knew where it went?

Tahmenk: Don't be silly. Besides how to know what artifact it was in which we came, without they were all identical in the warehouse. Surely the jewel must be too far away now to find it..

   Nehtatem, who seemed to be the moderately thinking, stretched out his face with one hand due to listening to the stupidities his companions had just said..

Ahesut: I don't believe..

Nehtatem: Don't listen to them, Your Highness. If it's any use, it must have been taken up in some of the galleries. What if.. — who apparently was the moderately thinking of the three suggested looking at all at the same time.

— Anyway, Ahesut, Tahmenk, don't stop inviting me when you release your brain.

Ahesut: It was a suggestion ..

—Dah! Walk! - the queen growled in response turning around.

   When they left, they found themselves in the Northwest of the castle outside the public area, walking aimlessly through the hall of Egypt, where once Kahmunrah's exhibition was a good time on display and has been emptied to be diverted to another place later years, even without giving with that object, at least that was the panorama..

— Well, we got here and I don't see the jewel.. — the beautiful woman slowly slid through that sector visually looking for the relic. — Tell me Ahesut, why did I always listen to you, mm? — she raised an eyebrow while keeping a hand on her chin with thoughtful countenance without the young woman responding with something logical. — I need people ready for this. — she muttered, massaging her temples with her index fingers. —People who know how to govern, strategists, witty brains, with the impact of tragedy, the ingenuity of an emperor..

—‘Si cela me permet, Mademoiselle.’ (‘If you allow me, Miss‘) —  a French accent spun on its axis looking at the little man standing by the threshold. "I am Napoleon Bonaparte, Emperor of France and I am effective pays his strategies. — he came walking to her.

—‘Enchanté, Monsieur’ (’Delighted, Sir’) — his French was perfect while the little guy kissed the back of one of his hands. — I think you were sent to me by the gods.

Napoleon: ‘Mercy.’ (‘Thank you’) I couldn't help hearing you need help, mona mi.

—What a retailer.

Napoleon: Oh, well, I'm French, I love the little things. But we do not deviate from the subject. We can help you?

—You, and who else?

Napoleon: My old allies and I, Ivan the Terrible and Mr. Al Capone, of course. — he mentioned them and the two missing ones appeared.

   And she was fascinated, moreover, she seemed more a fanatic than a serious leader..

Al Capone: And what's your name, girl?

— My name is something I will not reveal for the moment. I must be frank, my dear helpers are not good support..

Tahmenk: Hey!

— And I need new generals to help me in my plan. Stay on my side and in return, I offer you the world, literally.

Al Capone: What was called boss has promised us the same thing some years ago..

    Mm, it seems that the woman was facing a difficult audience as she rattled fingers with fingers devising an idea that made them more docile..

— That won't happen because my proposal is simple. What do you guys say? Do you agree?

Al Capone: Yes, yes, of course.

Napoleon: ‘Oui’ (‘Yes’)

Ivan, the Terrible: ‘Da’ (‘Yes’)

— All right. The moon still shines in the sky but time is short..

Napoleon: Short? Explain to me why you looked at me by saying short. — he drew his sword.

— I'm sorry, I slipped. — After that event the emperor pointed it out as a sign of being careful. — Gentlemen, I am looking for a rare jewel that without a doubt a spoiled girl that I have known long ago, she will try to recover it without rest and that I can’t allow it. But I must find a starting point to do it well and without failures. Suggestions?

Napoleon: I am an excellent strategist, my lady. I am the most qualified to start his plan. — he felt important.

— Can you think of something, little sir?"

Napoleon: I'm not small! I am huge, you are tiny, tiny and I am a great cat. Are you suggesting that moi is a mouse?

— I only said it because its size is very tender.. — and in that Napoleon imitated a feline when it threatens its prey. — What is your plan?

Napoleon: Why not focus first on the young woman, on trying to take reference points and use them against her to obstruct the arrival to that jewel that you so much desire..

— Keep going..

Napoleon: In addition, you could even take advantage of the situation by also going behind Ahkmenrah's tablet.

— Ahkmenrah's tablet? And what would I want her for? It is not my goal.

Napoleon: If you want to take over the world completely, I recommend it..

Ivan, the Terrible: My lady, you would be the successor of Kahmunrah and aspire to what he could not undertake. The world would not only be ours, but also his having those relics under his order. — he gave her an amazing idea that she accepted.

— If having both relics with me, there is a possibility that I will have to find a way to take over the world by starting a new regime in the attempt, why not? — she thought out loud. —You are starting to like me..

Al Capone: Girl, if you have enough guts, you would even avenge Kahmunrah, being loyal to her thought..

— I like it..

   She smiled vigorously sinister..

Al Capone: What's next? — he looked at the queen and she walked with her hands on her back impatient the rest.

— You will initiate the plan.. — she pointed to the Emperor. — You'll find who I want out of my way.

Napoleon: And what name does she respond to? — the tall, elegant woman whispered the name in her ear. — How will I recognize her? — she whispered again giving him the exact information. — And what do you suggest? — his curiosity made the queen smile witfully.

   Napoleon managed to infiltrate the Natural History museum disguised as a bonsai trying to find some signal to bring information to the silly queen, he didn't find anything until..

Ahkmenrah: Hey, what will you do after tomorrow's exposure? — the king seems to have gained confidence since he talked with Teddy, he wanted to know Larempteh's plans very interested while walking with the beautiful girl through the Asia section.

Larempteh: Is it an appointment proposal? Because I still don't know what I'm going to do.. — she stopped slowly until she was in front of him, she was very clever and that the young man liked that.

Ahkmenrah: Well, I do know..

   He smiled about to kiss her as soon as from her side she copied her face looking first at her eyes, then her mouth and again at her orbs, he reached a hand around her waist feeling the ground and having no signs of hostility determined to host the palm drawing her to his face while the adorable girl caressed the elegant and large ornate piece that covered from the wrist to the middle of the forearm of the pharaoh shortening the distance thanks to the thrust of Ahk on his hip, now more, a little more, more and more until Jed's voice interrupted..

— Hey Ahk! Can you come for a moment?

Larempteh: I think we'll have to postpone this moment, your Highness. — the girl spoke in a low voice very close to him, the eyes were held with complicit adoration.

Ahkmenrah: Friends.. — he used a tone that made the girl laugh.

Larempteh: You have to go. You don't have to make friends wait. — she said to them to accommodate her cape.

Ahkmenrah: Sorry.. — he felt frustrated although he put a good smile between his teeth.

Larempteh: Calm down, go.. — the queen smiled at her and before the boy left, she stood in front of her.

Ahkmenrah: How do I look? — he put his hands on his waist opting for a historical profile.

Larempteh: Like a pharaoh. — she smiled and when praised, Ahkmenrah smiled back to continue on her way. The beautiful girl continued her route until she tripped over something. — Au! — she calmed the pain in her leg when she saw what she had hit. — You're not from here, or are you? — she asked addressing him.

Napoleon: Ah, it's that I'm new, little girl. — his accent is the only thing he couldn't hide among green leaves and branches that covered his face discreetly.

Larempteh: Since when do trees talk in this place? — she snapped up.

Napoleon: Ahkmenrah's tablet is powerful. It brings to life all the important figures in the history of the museum.

Larempteh: Oh yes? And I guess you must be very important, right?

Napoleon: In China, bonsai are iconic there. They love us. Larempteh: Really? I've been to China and it's the first time I've heard a bonsai speaking French.

   To this the girl raised an eyebrow in sign of suspicion. The Frenchman no longer knew what to invent and preferred to change the subject..

Napoleon: Ah, don't look at my accent. I learned to speak it at the Flora Conservation Department in Paris. — he lied perfectly.

Larempteh: Ah.. — although she wasn't very convinced to say since it was a blind belief in her words.

Napoleon: So you are Queen Larempteh?

Larempteh: Who wants to know?

Napoleon: I'm just being polite. I thought it was great to be able to establish a bond with you since you are a pleasant young woman.

Larempteh: Well, I'm going to decide to believe you and not because I like you, that by the way I don't, but because I'm a person of values ​​and respect. That's right, my name is Larempteh, High Blue Sapphire of the Nile, fourth queen of the fifth great king and ruler of the reign of my pharaohs. — in her refined voice, she presented herself with real distinction, feeling proud of her Dynasty.

Napoleon: Uh! It is a bit long.

Larempteh: They are my customs, it is shorter in Egyptian. — she made a gesture of downplay. — And what's your name?

Napoleon: I'm Chang.

    And at that time Napoleon adopted a pseudonym, improvising to continue with the systematic model carried out..

Larempteh: Chang?

Napoleon (Chang): Yes, yes ..

Larempteh: Okey..

   The girl still was still with ice law..

Napoleon (Chang): So queen, huh? And what makes an important queen like you?

Larempteh: What makes me important? Having been part of the most glorious dynasty in Egypt.

Napoleon (Chang): And don't you have something else that makes you special?

Larempteh: In what way?

Napoleon (Chang): Well then, something of value..

Larempteh: How what?

Napoleon (Chang): I don't know, you tell me.

Larempteh: I only have my crown and this precious usej. — the beautiful girl gently brushed her ornate and colorful jewelry.

Napoleon (Chang): I thought you would have something more important that highlights your imprint.

Larempteh: More important than a crown?

Napoleon (Chang): A jewel, maybe?

Larempteh: A jewel? I have no jewel with me. Where do you want to go? You know what, I have to go, bye.

   She got fed up turning around walking steps that were heard in annoyance while the queen was being arrested by that subject..

Napoleon (Chang): No, no, no! Wait wait! Do not go! We can talk about something else. I'm sorry I made a bad impression on me.

Larempteh: Well, you did that.

Napoleon (Chang): I offer my sincerest apologies ..

Larempteh: Apologies accepted. I have to go.

   Yes, it also turned out to be a difficult girl to convince when something was wrong..

Napoleon (Chang): Wait!

Larempteh: And now what?

Napoleon (Chang): Should we owe another talk?

Larempteh: I have nothing to talk to you, don't waste my time in silly things.

Napoleon (Chang): Let's start over, yes?

   He tried to change her mind when she hesitated too much to listen to him, but since the queen had a good heart, she didn't want to be rude..

Larempteh: Okay, what do you want?

Napoleon (Chang): Let's forget that topic and put it aside. I want to know you a little more thoroughly.

Larempteh: What? — she frowned strangely.

Napoleon (Chang): You know. Arrive in a friendly way. Ask yourself and tell me about you, for example, I don't know, if you have a fiance, the man who holds your destiny.

   And she narrowed her eyes I don't understand anything she was talking about or rather, not understanding why so much insistence on exchanging dialogues..

Larempteh: Don't you think you're too young to be talking about these things? —  she looked at the new one oddly.

Napoleon (Chang): Young?! I am huge enough for anything. I'm over a thousand years old. — the obsession of its size made it clear that he wasn't very smart.

Larempteh: What a character.. — she whispered, accommodating his voice. — No, in fact, I don't have a fiance. Moreover, I didn't even choose one when I had time.

Napoleon (Chang): But what about the boy you were talking to..?

Larempteh: You were spying on me? — she asked shocked.

Napoleon (Chang): No, no, no, no! It was happening and I saw you chatting with him. I thought I was your boyfriend. You are a very pretty young woman.

Larempteh: Thank you, ignoring the fact that I am 4000 years old and that I am a mummy in perfect conservation, I accept your compliment. — she frowned strangely when his neutral voice sighed. — No, Ahkmenrah and I, we're just good friends. I think our parents know each other but it doesn't happen from there. The rest is history as they usually say..

Napoleon (Chang): How interesting.. — was gradually moving away, he had already got the information he needed. — Well, I have to go somewhere else.. — and increasingly, the girl's distrust began to grow much more than before. — Adieu.. Ah, I mean, Goodbye.. — he sneaked out running with curtains ahead and then chased by some samurai.

   The Egyptian girl was thoughtful, too. That tree was pretty weird ..

   She did not know why but at that moment she felt herself entering a trance for a few thousandths of a second and how a faint feeling would take her out of it..

   Leaving the beautiful fountains of the exhibition of The Imperial Gardens of China, it was not long without this discomfort happening again..

Larempteh: How strange. — and raised an eyebrow while looking to the side.

  The three girls were not included to hear another part of the queen's plan reunited with two of her minions, so they had to remain in an interior hallway of the Egyptian hall..

Ahesut: It's all my fault, if I hadn't fallen asleep none of this would happen ..

Nehtatem: Stop complaining, now it's no use anymore..

   Tahmenk didn't pay much attention to what they were talking about just by listening to two people talking loudly through another of the doors leading to the basement..

— John, this ancient piece should be in a museum in Cairo at the latest in a couple of days and is still here, corroborated by the director of the Eastern Museum who, for issues he did not want to explain to me, cursed us by keeping a “nice” conversation I had on the phone!

— I'm sorry, Mac..

— You are responsible for paperwork, where the hell do you have your head?

— The paper said it came from the Neapolitan area for the Smithsonian. — he defended himself by chewing a piece of bread.

— It's not Neapolitan, it's Meridian. And the delivery agreement is from London to Egypt. You're so silly! Who taught you to read, a bear?! How did they get you here..?

Tahmenk: Cairo.. — she whispered.

Nehtatem: What's up?

Tahmenk: Cairo!

  And she ran away followed by the two girls..

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Merry Choi-mas! - Day 12

Summary: 12 days of Choi-mas: A collection of fluffy holiday-themed one-shots with the Choi twins.

Kissing Under the Mistletoe: SaeyoungxMC

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MC was just readjusting the garland on the shelf. It was nothing profound and nothing dazzling about the action. And yet, from her peripheral vision, she could see her husband leaning over the edge of couch. His fingers clutched the cushions, knuckles turning white from the strain of supporting his body. His golden eyes were transfixed on her figure behind his patterned glasses, and his lips moved silently in what sounded like a muttered prayer.

She blew a harsh breath from her nose and whirled around. “You know, if you’re going to check me out, you could do so more subtly.”

Her words must’ve startled him. His grip on the couch slipped, sending his body sprawling forward onto the rug. MC bit back a laugh at his bemoaned whine.

“I wasn’t checking you out,” he replied. He propped himself on one elbow, a cheeky grin splitting his face as he looked up at her. “But if you insist.”

Blazing heat rushed to her cheeks. She grabbed the closest pillow and tossed it onto his face to stop his flirtatious gaze from trailing further down her frame. To her dismay, he caught it midair and neatly tucked it under his head.

MC reclined against the fake fireplace and crossed her arms. “Then, what were you staring at?”

The redhead pushed himself up on both hands, his lower half planking against the ground.  “I’ll tell you if you move ten inches to the left.”

She followed after his eager glances. Expertly fastened inside the streams of fairy lights lining the ceiling was a cluster of green leaves with tiny white berries. Mistletoe.

“That’s a fire hazard,” she commented before stepping in the opposite direction with feign insouciance.

Another anguished cry left her husband’s lips, and MC almost felt sorry for her actions.

“You're doing this on purpose!” He shouted, an accusatory finger wavering towards her.

MC barely suppressed the smirk tugging at the edge of her mouth. She turned her back and pretended to fidget with something on the shelves just so she could uphold her ruse.  

Saeyoung had been trying to catch her under the mistletoe for days now. Originally, her evasion of the leaves had been unintentional, but his increasing exasperation at the missed attempts sparked a mischief in her that she hadn’t engaged in a long time. Besides, with the amount of pranks he’d pulled on her during their entire relationship, he probably deserved it.

“Well, excuse me for not walking where you want me to,” she snorted. She heard Saeyoung climb back to the couch, the metal rods creaking under his weight.

“It’s impossible for you to have missed every single spot by accident,” he ranted. “I put it above your desk, and you happen to take off from party planning--that day. I put it above our bedroom door, and you fell asleep on the couch. You never fall asleep on the couch!”

She turned back around just in time to see him flop backwards onto the seat, limbs haphazardly dangling from the sides. His eyes darted about the ceiling, confusion and bewilderment clouding their usual brightness. “I even put it in the fridge. Do you know Saeran found it and almost punched me--again!”

MC couldn’t hold back the snigger at his expense, but she hurriedly composed herself when he shot her an unamused look. “Babe, if you want to kiss me, feel free.”

“But—But—“ He spluttered, gesturing to the mistletoe in question. “Tradition!”

He was getting so red and so worked up. It was too cute. As cruel as it sounded, his aggravation warmed her heart. At one time, trying to get him to even decorate a tiny tree resulted in wistful remarks and solemn frowns. It was a stark contrast to the zeal that flared within him now.

It was wonderful…and the perfect excuse to test his limits just a little longer.  

“The tradition is to kiss when two people get caught underneath it,” MC said. She shrugged her shoulders with the same dismissive attitude she had assumed all week. “You haven’t caught me yet.”

Something grave flickered behind his eyes, their color darkening from bright gold to deep amber. His brows quirked upwards and his nails dug into the cloth cushion in his hold. “Is that a challenge, dear?” he said, his honeyed voice not matching the rapacious glimmer in his stare.

Her insides clenched, knowing that look was only reserved for when a particularly ruthless idea was forming in his brilliant mind. Still, she fought against her quivering bravery, pressing her fingertips against her side to appear calm.

“Take it as you will,” she replied with as much coyness as before.

He held her captive under his fiery glare just a few moments longer, almost as though he could sense her accelerated heart rate. His short huff was a relief to MC as her husband averted his attentions away from her shuddering person and stood to his feet.

He shoved his hands into his pockets and ambled past her to one of the cabinets. The doors chirred, intermingling with the strangle medley of “Silent Night” and “Frosty the Snowman” floating from his closed mouth.

MC furrowed her brows as he rummaged through the mess of trinkets. Her instincts advised her to run for it. Saeyoung could be very determined when he wanted something. Dangerously determined.  But her curiosity kept her firmly in place.

When he finally turned, MC started a few paces back. He twisted what appeared to be a reindeer headband in his hands, shooting a tentative glance towards his wife as if permitting her to get a head start.

Foolishly, she stayed.

MC’s stomach plummeted when he crowned himself, openly displaying the the ears and the thin rod jutting out from the center. A smirk dangled at the edge of his mouth, and mistletoe dangled above his mop of red hair.

“Oh, MC,” he sung. He puckered his lips and made exaggerated kissing sounds.

She wasn’t sure if the thrill coursing through her veins was due to his adorable expression or because she now acknowledged her impending doom. She decided it was both when Saeyoung bounded towards without warning.

A laugh and a shriek simultaneously tore from her throat as she pivoted on her heel. He lunged towards her, but his grappling hands only brushed the cloth of her sweater.

“You have to catch me first!” MC called behind her before barreling through the nearest hallway.

And so the chase began.

Adrenaline and excitement pulsed through her limbs and carried her legs all around the bunker. She did her best to out-maneuver him--ducking into various rooms, bolting over furniture, tossing the occasional stuffed animal in attempts to displace the eyesore on his head.

But Saeyoung was as skilled in pursuit as she was in avoidance--if not more so.

Her lungs burned from the effort and eventually forced her to skid to a stop near the coat closet. She debated on hiding inside, but didn’t think she would fit with the overflowing chaos leaking from the atrociously unorganized cabinet.

Instead, she waved her arms in front of her, her breath leaving faster than she could speak. Her back pressed against the cool wall with Saeyoung appearing just a few feet away.

“Wait,” she panted. “Just…second…”

He didn’t oblige. He crept forward in slow, long strides like an animal would its prey. Although, he looked anything but feral. His cheeks and nose were flushed, and his teeth flashed behind a cheesy grin rather than a snarl. Still, he was close.

In her panic, MC swept the nearest item off the floor, which happened to be a hat sewn in the likeness of a cat. With a few delighted squeals, she whipped it in front of her to keep him at a distance.

“MC, come on!” He said, jerking away from the flailing cloth. “It’s just one little kiss.”

A stifled laugh slipped past her lips at his heavy footsteps. She had lifted the hat to shield her face, but an idea sparked in her mind, prompting her to lower it. He paused in his trek, his eyes narrowing to slits as he suspected her tricks.

“Fine,” she said, feigning annoyance. “You’ll get a kiss.”

Thoroughly convinced by the act, he flaunted his triumphant smile and glided across the slick floors on his mismatched socks. His hands slammed against the wall behind her, barely stopping his body from crashing into hers. In one smooth movement, they slid to her hips and tugged her closer. “Finally,” he muttered.

MC gripped the hat to her chest, remaining perfectly composed under another of his dubious inspections. “I won’t run,” she reassured him.

Hesitating only a moment longer, Saeyoung leaned towards her. His lashes fluttered against his cheek. His lips pursed expectantly. MC watched him come closer and closer until their noses were almost brushing. With a soft sigh, she closed her own eyes and finally....

Shoved the hat against his mouth.

He recoiled sharply, spluttering and cringing in disgust while MC clutched her sides aching from laughter.  His hands batted against his tongue to remove the stray pieces of yarn that stuck to it.

“Aww, did you not like kissing the kitty?” she said, tilting her head with as much innocence as she could muster.

He didn’t find it cute. In fact, he looked very...very pissed.

“No fair,” He said in a low growl.

“Technically it was,” she said. “My hat was directly under the mistletoe—not me.”

“That’s not how it works!” he exasperated with an almost crestfallen expression. MC hated when he gave that look. It sent a pang of guilt to her chest, but she buried it inside her cold intentions and spun around to walk away. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

Her twinging heart said otherwise. No, she couldn’t succumb to his puppy eyes now.

“It’s tradition, isn’t it?” she said starting to walk past.

She didn’t get far. A scarf wrapped around her stomach, and before she could register what had happened, she was yanked backwards into a stronghold. In one swift movement, the hands on her hips spun her around with such force that she should’ve been dizzy. She was dizzy, but not for those reasons.

Wide-eyed, she stared straight into Saeyoung’s face.

Something serious mingled with his teasing smile. It made the soft graze of his hands against the small of her back so much more powerful than it was, prompting her to stumble closer at just a light push. Her palms flattened against his chest--the only wedge between them.Short spurts of air puffed from his parted mouth as he was obviously a little breathless himself.

Saeyoung glanced up at mistletoe on his headband. It swung back and forth like a pendulum, occasionally catch the strands of her hair.

“Mistletoe, check,” he said. His gaze carried down to her face where his eyes once again pierced hers. His lips curved just a little higher. “MC directly under the mistletoe. Check. I think you have no choice now, my little reindeer.”

“Okay,” she conceded, shifting her hands to rest on his shoulders.

“Okay, what?” he prodded with a little jab to her side.

Stray giggles tumbled from her mouth. “You win,” she said, unable to feel the weight of her loss when his face was practically beaming. “You can have your kiss--from me.”

His eyes widened, and he sucked in a dramatic breath. “Kiss?” he sputtered. “Only one kiss after all that I went through? So stingy!”

“Two,” she offered, another giggle betraying the solemn expression she was trying to hold.

He shrugged. “It’ll do...for now.”

MC waited for her fate, fully expecting him to upkeep the light atmosphere. Perhaps scouring her face with sloppy kisses. Or emphasizing each kiss with loud smacking noises. He would call it revenge.

But she was wrong.

Nothing but gentleness permeated from his index finger as it slid under her chin and guided her face towards his. In the same manner, his thumb ran across the surface of her lips while his eyes studied them with the same detail.

This was revenge enough, MC thought, her body jolting with intense heat under his smoldering scrutiny.

He lingered just inches away from her face. His warm breath smelled like cookies—the ones he no doubt stole from the kitchen earlier. The scent grew stronger as he drew closer until finally the taste of vanilla reached her mouth.

The moment his lips touched hers, she melted. The kiss was tender. Barely there. And yet her breath fled her lungs at the brief contact.

“One,” he mumbled, barely leaving space to speak.

His mouth glided over hers a second time, capturing it with more force but with all the sweetness from before. No, it was sweeter...deeper.

It was a kiss that made MC regret the past few days. Despite the fun and the teasing, this sent a heavier rush from her head down to her weakened knees. Long after he withdrew, the intoxicating taste of chocolate and sugar stained her tongue leaving her both intensely satisfied and yet craving a hundred kisses more.

“Two,” he counted, his hoarse whisper dragging her from her euphoria.

When she opened her eyes, a softer smile replaced his cocky simper from earlier. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His fingertips skimmed down the line of her jaw until finding purchase at her neck.

“Happy now?” She said, finding her voice after so much oxygen had abandoned her.

He hummed in agreement and pulled her against his chest. “Only took three days.”

She snorted and snuggled into the crook of his neck. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll make it up to you. If you catch me under the mistletoe again, I won’t run or avoid it. I promise.”

He surfaced from her hold, his eyes narrowing with rightfully deserved skepticism. “Promise, promise?”

She nodded before removing the band from his head and tossing it aside. “Just please don't put mistletoe in the fridge again.”

His laughter wasn’t reassuring. But still, a part of her hoped he might try again. It was one of her favorite traditions after all.

MC flicked off the last light switch in the house, calling out a general goodnight to Saeran as she passed his closed door. She hadn’t seen her husband for hours, but judging by the glow coming from their bedroom, she assumed he had gotten caught up working on some last minute project.

She was beginning to grow suspicious, however, when she neared the room and heard silence instead of a keyboard clacking. Still on high alert for one of his pranks, she inched towards the doorway and only revealed her head. “Saeyoung, what have you been doing all this…”

Her words died on her lips as she spotted her husband waiting expectantly on their bed. He sat cross-legged on top of the covers with that silly, mistletoe headband in his hair again.

“Very funny, dear,” she chuckled, albeit unnerved at the impish curve of his lips.

He leaned back on his palms, his head angled to one side. “Do you remember what you said earlier about catching you under some mistletoe?”

MC walked towards him, hands outstretched. He obliged and intertwined his fingers with her own.

“I do,” she replied. “Why? Is there mistletoe above me right now?”

He sucked air between his teeth, his eyes dipping down to examine her lips and sending butterflies fluttering through her stomach from anticipation. “You could say that.”

MC hesitated before tilting her head upwards to check above her. Her breath hitched.

The entire ceiling had become a curtain of green. Mistletoe was draped on strings spanning the entire room with little if no space between them.

“Oh…my…” the words barely formed on her paralyzed tongue.

Saeyoung drew her from her reverie with a sharp tug onto the mattress. His hands wandered down to her waist, an insistent pressure behind his fingertips. “Exactly a hundred,” he informed, casually tossing his glasses onto the nightstand. “I wanted 707, but I settled.”

“No way,” MC breathed, still trying to estimate the number from her sight alone. But she couldn’t. There were too many. Besides, she didn’t doubt Saeyoung would actually buy the absurd amount just to make a point...and one heck of an evening.

“It’s true,” he returned, his nose gently bumping with her own. “I think this’ll make up for all your antics.”

Her chest heaved another laugh, affection tickling at her stomach. It was a ridiculous gesture—insane even. But it was so Saeyoung-- of course, she loved it. She loved him.

“Is a hundred kisses the maximum amount due?” MC said, tearing her eyes from the decorated ceiling back to the redhead hovering over her.

“Minimum,” he hummed, placing a languid kiss to her jaw. “There is no limit after that.”

“Interesting,” she returned. “Well, I guess a promise is a promise. But wouldn’t it be nice if I did reach 707?”

He smiled so wide against her skin, she thought her heart would burst. “It would be a gift,” he said.

She threaded her fingers through his hair, her gentle tugs leading his face closer to hers until their breaths mingled in the centimetres remaining.

“Well then,” she whispered. “Merry Christmas, Saeyoung.”

She brought his lips down to her own, and started counting.