#so yah .__. giving her some fixing and cleaning- her hair is quite matted

[amber-isnt-a-precious-stone]

Yaknow how I wrote that hetalia cursed antique doll fic with the face family and sealand recently, and it was based on a real doll I bought at an antique market ?? She was just an alberon not super super old, maybe 80s/90s

But I did it again lads 😱

I couldn't resist buying this girlie today and I'm brushing her tangled hair and washing her clothes a bit atm 😱😱

[celebrationnebula]

Old Man Keith

Chapter 2: Meeting the gang 

Another late start to the day and another wakeup full of creaking bones and sore muscles. Really being old hasn’t changed much for him.

Except he was slower. So much slower. Keith was actually starting to frustrate himself with how slow he was. To get out of town he had to climb these stairs that lead up and down a walkway above the train line. On the other was an old lady, arms full of groceries she descended one slow step at a time. But before Keith could feel any sympathy pain, a young man walking by gave her hand. Keith started from across the way with envy. Why didn’t he get offered help too? He was clearly struggling, what with all the grumbling he was doing. Being old is frustrating. And slow.

It was night by the time he made it to the edge of The Waist Lands. And he dreaded spending it out in the elements with his frail old man body. In quite the Deus ex Machina fashion, just over the horizon, Keith saw a large structure moving. It was a mess of a building walking on four legs at a pace only slightly faster than Keith’s. Which is to stay it was fairly slow. A patchwork blob that can walk and is the size of a small castle… yup, definitely the work of magic. Mission checkpoint one! Next on the list is convinced whoever’s house this is to fix him. Keith hurried to meet the structure as it passed, he would only have one chance, since, well, it was walking faster than him.

It was a difficult got to the entrance, it bobbed a bit as the structure walked but Keith managed to stumble onto its welcome mat and pry the door open.

…

It was dark and cool inside the moving thing. The interior was much more cohesive than the exterior. Hardwood floors and late century furnishings, woven rug, a soft fire in the hearth, with a cushioned couch in front of it.

Keith and his old bones made a B-line for the couch. Relaxing into the cushions, he started to doze off, the fire’s face shifted out of focus.

The fires face. His eyes must have been going…

“That one ugly curse.” What.

“You’re gonna have trouble breaking that one.”

The fire. The fire spoke. Keith saw it. The mouth moved and everything. Slowly and with great effort, he pulled himself forward; wide eye like a child Keith stared at the fire.

“Names Pidge. I’m a fire daemon and boy do I have a deal for you!” the fire chirped.

“Why- ” Keith started but stumbled on his words. This world of magic shore did leave him stuttering a lot. “Who in their right mind would make a deal with a daemon?” he finally got out.

“Listen, you’ve got a pretty though curse and all any magician is gonna do is give you the old runaround. Me on the other hand, I need your help and you can count on that. If you free me from my contract with Lance I can then use my powers to break your curse.” Explained the fire. Explained Pidge.

“Why can’t a magician just break my curse for a reasonable fee, ya know, instead of me going through the trouble of figuring out how to free a fire demon?”

“Nah, all those clowns care about is casting spells, they can’t fix nothing!” burst the fire in exasperation.

“Oh I see is this how you got stuck with this Lance?” Keith smirked.

“Yeah it is and since it’s my contract I cannon break my own curse.” Complained the fire.

Keith mulled it over for a moment and agreed, “alright but I’ll need a place to crash.”

“NooOOoo problem” retorted the fire, “Lance has rooms to spare!”

“That’s good… my old bone can’t take the cold out… side...” Keith trailed off as he dozed.

“What! Wait! He- augh” grunted Pidge, “you’ve gotta be kidding. Some help you’re gonna be.”

…

The next morning Keith woke to heavy footsteps down the stairs. A tall sturdy-looking man bounced down the steps while chatting with the fire. With a quick spin, the man swung himself around the corner expecting to see his dear friend Pidge.

“Oh hello, there sir” greeted the man clearly taken aback by the surprise of Keith. “What are you doing here?” Unsure of what to answer Keith looked to Pidge for answers. Was it okay to let other people know about their deal? Their deal was about breaking another deal, so it might be better to keep that sort of planning under wraps…

“I dunno” Pidge shrugged, “he just wandered in from the Waists.” Keith couldn’t help the groan he let out, this fire just put all the hard work on him.

“I’m Keith.” He said hoping to stall for a bit of time.

“Oh um hi Keith, I’m Hunk. So not to be rude but ah, who are you? Or rather why are here?”

“I’m... cursed… so… uh..” Keith never was good at lying, he was much more straightforward kind’a’guy, direct and assertive. This might be why he got into so many fights but it’s also how he won them.

“Oh haha I see so you’re here to ask the Wizard Lance for help.” Hunk sighed in relief, “well, he’s not home right now but you’re welcome to stay here until he returns. Hold on for a bit and I’ll get breakfast ready.”

“Ah yes thank you…” Keith said, sounding remarkably like an old dazed person. Pidge snickered at him from her place across the couch in the hearth, earning a glare from Keith. Lance…now, where had he heard that name before…

“The witch!” Keith exclaimed from the couch.

“What?” squeaked Hunk in alarm.

“The old lady who cursed me! The last thing she said was ‘Lance know how to find me.’” Keith explained while trying to bottle down his growing resentment of a wizard he hasn’t even met yet.

“ooh this has got to be his fault then!” Chimed Pidge from the Hearth.

“Old lady huh…” Hunk hummed as he walked with a pan and basket of food over to Pidge. “Did she have on some old purple robe with-”

“-gold trimmings.” Keith finished.

“Yah that’s her, Hagger. She’s a mean one. Head druid of the Galra Empire.”

“So what does she have against Lance? And why would she bring me into this?”

“hhmm… that’s not really my business to go spreading around- ”

“Except it's clearly my business now so spill.” Interrupted Keith.

“I would but to be honest I don’t know all of the details myself.” Hunk explained as he finished frying the bacon.

“Great” Keith growled as he leaned back into the couch. “So when is this Lance guy coming back?”

“Weeell...” Hunk drew out. Keith groaned again with dread. “Lance always comes back… but sometimes not for days at a time.” There it was. This time Keith let out an even louder exasperated groan and he let his head fall back to rest against the couch.

…

Breakfast went quickly, it was pleasant and tasty and full of great conversation. Hunk is a real chief in the kitchen, and pidge is a real spitfire in conversation. After the dishes were done Hunk showed Keith around the castle, which is apparently what Lanced called it. Which seemed a bit generous considering the messy looking exterior, but indeed the inside was large. There were a dozen cozy looking bedrooms, some bathrooms, a few studies, a library, a couple of recreational rooms, and Keith’s favorite, the balcony. It wasn’t large, in fact, it was just big enough for two people to stand close together, but the view was breathtaking. After the tour pidge gave him an audaciously dramatic wink, probably implying Keith should begin the search to break their curse. Instead, he found his way back to the balcony.

The castle was still moving pretty slowly but the rhythm was soothing. Right now they were passing over the peak of a hill giving vantage to a sparkling lake in the distance and a backdrop of ridge white peaked mountains, which were a stark contrast to the soft green rolling hills they were climbing over. Keith sighed in bliss. The air was cool and fresh and clean. Nothing like what he had breathed all his life is the overcrowded city. Magic may have made him old but it also seemed to be gifting him some of the best moments he could remember.

Don’t get him wrong, the Shiroganes had been nothing but good to him, they treated him like they treated their own son. It’s just that the Shiroganes adopted him pretty late in the game at 17, things before that were pretty shitty, and even after being adopted Keith always felt guilty or unworthy of the kindness the Shiroganes would show him. It wasn’t like that with magic. The walk through the sky, this wonderful view, the curse of old age; these things didn’t really feel like something he needed to be deserved they simply were as they are.

“Enjoying the view grandpa?” Chimed a voice from behind him. Keith wiped around to see the wizard from this morning leaning up against the window frame, a smirk plastered on his face. Just as suddenly as he had been shaken from his trance, Keith felt a familiar annoyance well up inside him.

“You’re Lance?” Keith gawked.

“Hm? Well yeah. Of course. This is my house. The real question is who are you, old man?”

Something about all these pet names, this guy’s smug face, and now the pieces were falling into place -- the witch cursed him because she saw Lance and him walking through the air the morning-- Keith just could hold back his anger anymore. “Ohmygod this is your fault!”

“Excuse me-”

“A WITCH CURSED ME! ALL BECAUSE OF YOU?!” Keith wildly gestured at Lance.

“Excuse you but I'm a perfectly acceptable reason to be cursed. Just look at cheekbones!”

“augh” Keith groaned as he rolled his eyes so hard he gave his old body a headache. This was exasperating and frustrating and just- just- so unfair! All that sappy crap about deserving being irrelevant in this mystical world of magic was just the scenery talking, Keith absolutely didn’t deserve this!

“Your pretty rude old man” Lance snorted.

“Enough with the damn nicknames!” Keith snapped.

“Well you never actually told me your name, genius. Even though I just gave you the perfect opportunity at the beginning of this little conversation.Remember? Or did you forget already.”

“Keith,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Well, Ke~ith, it’s been a pleasure meeting you we really must do this again sometime.” Lance winked and began to turn back toward the hallway behind him, the wind tossing his hair gently around his face.

“Ah! No, wait” Keith blurted out, almost forgetting the whole reason he was out in the Waists. “I came here to ask for you to break this cures.” Keith said, knowing that was enough and that Lance looked pleased enough with that to help, Keith couldn’t help himself but to add in a sort of pouty mumble “Especially now that I know it’s your fault…”

Lance’s smile quickly turned to a frown as his brows creased together. “hmpf, well if you’re going to be like that who says I want to fix your damned curse. It’s not an easy thing breaking a spell you know!”

Pidge’s words echoed in Keith’s head, ‘…all any magician is gonna do is give you the old runaround… all those clowns care about is casting spells, they can’t fix nothing.’ So the cheeky fire daemon was his only hope. Either way, Keith would need Lance to let him stay in the castle longer. “No,” Keith sighed as he swallowed his pride, “sorry, can you please fix this curse.”

“That’s much better” Lance said as his smug smile spread across his face again. God how mad it made Keith.

…

Just like that, the first day had gone by, somewhat uneventfully and somewhat unsuccessfully. After his encounter with Lance, Keith went to the library to try and read up about magic and more specifically about breaking contracts and curses. He found nothing. Figures, if Pidge had to go for outside help then it’s unlikely the info was written out in some step by step guide in this ‘castle’.

Keith lied in bed staring at the ceiling thinking. He really hadn’t planned to be gone much longer than this. When he left, Keith didn’t even bother with a note. He really regretted that now, if he was gone too long, for the Shiroganes it would be like to have a second son go missing. Keith’s adopted older brother had been missing for a few months now and the police have all but given up the search. Keith rolled over, tears pricking at his eyes. Would the Shiroganes call the cops once he had been missing long enough, how bad would it hurt them to lose another son in the same way. Left knowing nothing. Would Keith be gone long enough for the cops to also give up on his search? Would Keith ever get to go home, if he truly was unable to turn back could he face the Shiroganes again. After causing them such grief.

…

The next few days went by, all equally unsuccessful. Sometimes Lance was there, sometimes he was wasn’t. When he was, him and Keith usually got into some sort of petty argument.

Next->

[takeittothebedram]

Orange Ambers & Purple Heart 1

Chapter 1 of 41:

Orange Ambers I

 „One Sex on the Beach please“ said the slim Lady to the barkeeper and leaned towards him seductively. He smiled back, put the ice in the metal shaker and added different juices and vodka. He shook everything for a short time while still smiling at the lady, and poured the reddish drink in a glass. With a few movements he decorated the rim of the glass with some fruits and gave the cocktail to the woman in front of him. „Here you go, for the woman with the wonderful eyes.“. Chanyeol smiled and took the money the woman was giving him. She was blushing, quietly said „thank you.“ And walked away. Chanyeol turned towards the next customer. The music was playing from the big black speakers and many people were dancing on the dance floor. Chanyeol made the ordered cocktails, flirted with some people and moved his hips to the music. „Chanyeol-ah?“ He turned to the side where the voice was coming from. There was a dark-haired young man standing in front of the counter and smiling at him. „Jongin.ah!“ Shouted the taller one and reached forward to high-five the other one. „You want to drink something?“ he asked his friend. „No thanks, it’s my turn now. I just wanted to say hello and check how you're doing right now.“ replied the other one. They both had to shout because of the loud music playing. „It’s so loud in here“ said Chanyeol and mixed some more cocktails which he poured in some longish glasses. Two colorful straws were put in and then the money was exchanged. „Did you talk to the boss?“ asked Chanyeol loudly. Jongin nodded. „Yes, he hired two new singers. A duo. They're working from tomorrow on.“ „What?“ shouted Chanyeol. The DJ had turned the volume up. Jongin lifted his hand up and leaned towards Chanyeol: „Let’s talk later, it’s my turn now!“. He said goodbye with a nod and disappeared into the crowd. Chanyeol proceeded with making cocktails. Since he was already a pro in doing it, he didn't have to look at what he was doing anymore. He could even do some tricks already but right now there were just too many customers to play games like this. The DJ said some words, the music changed and the spotlights turned to the stage. Chanyeol would have liked to watch Jongin dance but he could because of his work. „Tao“ shouted Chanyeol over his shoulder to talk to one of the other barkeepers. „We need more Ice. Please get some!“. Zitao nodded and finished the cocktail he was currently working on. After the he disappeared into the dark. After a while the younger one came back with two bags of ice in his hands. „Oppa!“ shouted a woman with long brown hair which was falling loosely on her shoulders. Next to her was a young man who had put his arm around her waist. Because of his blond hair which was styled perfectly, he looked quite arrogant. Tao put the plastic bag aside and ran towards the two people. „HEY“ screamed Chanyeol but then took the plastic bag himself and put the frozen water into the ice tray. In the meantime he watched Tao and the young man talking. They didn't pay attention to the woman anymore. After exchanging a few words with the man, Tao started mixing two cocktails while the other one looked at the bar. As he saw Chanyeol he lifted his arms to greet him. Sehun nodded and he smiled shortly. He then looked at the third barkeeper and his expression became sad. Chanyeol faced the guests again. „What do you want to order?“ he asked. „An Orange Ambers and a Purple Heart please“. The voice belonged to a man with amber-colored eyes. Chanyeol looked at him and his friend. They weren't underage anymore, Chanyeol definitely saw that, but between the other guest they looked like two lost children. They didn't fit in this place somehow. „Alright!“. Chanyeol lifted his hand as if he wanted to salute them. While mixing the ingredients he continuously looked at the two guys. They had put their heads together and giggled and talked to each other. „Here you go!“ said Chanyeol and put both drinks on the counter. The amber-colored eyes flickered for a moment and the man gave him the money. He handed his friend the Purple Heart and kept the amber-colored drink in his hand. Now Chanyeol noticed how well the two cocktails fitted the guys and his smiled turned into a small smirk. „Hey" said someone and poked Chanyeols side. „Don’t just stand here. You should serve the guests.“ Chanyeol jumped a little and apologized before concentrating on making cocktails again.

It was already 6am and the last guests left about half an hour ago. The club looked nearly normal again. The cleaning ladies did a good job again. „Todays damage: Three glasses. Two Longdrink glasses and one tumbler. And we need Vodka and Rum. We also only have two bottles of Tequila left.“ Chanyeol was told by Tao. Tao didn't want to be here anymore and Chanyeol could understand him. The night had been exhausting. Chanyeol nodded and hummed approvingly. „Ok you can go now.“ Tao put the folder on the counter and disappeared. Chanyeol put the last glasses aside to let them dry. „Hey you“ shouted Jongin from across the dance floor. Chanyeol looked up. „Do you still need a lot of time?“. Chanyeol used his sleeve to swipe the sweat out of his face and answered: „Give me five minutes!“. „Alright, I’m waiting for you at the entrance.“

„You danced well tonight“ said the taller one while walking the streets of Seoul. The sun started to rise and a few people were already awake, doing sports or going to work. „You always say that" answered Jongin boldly as if he took it for granted that he was good. But Chanyeol knew that he was actually happy about the compliment he had just given him. „But I always say it because it’s always true. You know I’m your biggest fan.“ Chanyeol laughed and looked at his friend from the side. Jongin didn't say anything and fixed the collar of his coat. For a while they were walking next to each there silently while enjoying the first sun rays and the cold winter air. Chanyeols keys jingled as he opened the front door to his house. The two went in after taking of their shoes and walked into the small living room. „Do you want to go to the bathroom first?“ Jongin asked and pointed to the bathroom. „You can go first“ said Chanyeol and went to the bathroom while the younger one went to the bathroom. Chanyeol got two sleeping mats from the cupboard, put them on the floor and added two blankets. „You could really invest in a bed now…“. Chanyeol looked at the younger one leaning against the door frame and looking at the two mats mockingly. „Does it make a difference?" whispered Chanyeol while walking past him. „Of course it does! It would be a lot more comfortable!“ said Jongin and laid down on one of the mats and added: „And the apartment is big enough!“. „Oh then just move in already! Then I could afford one.“ shouted Chanyeol from the bathroom and closed the wooden door behind him. Even if he couldn't see the younger one now he knew that he was looking annoyed.

When Chanyeol returned from the bathroom, Jongin was already sleeping. Chanyeol put the blanket over him and stroked a strand of hair out of his face. Jongin was really pretty. That's what Chanyeol thought a lot of times when he saw Jongin, but when he was sleeping he looked the prettiest to him. „Nice dreams“ whispered Chanyeol and planted a kiss on the younger ones forehead. „You too" said Jongin quietly and turned to the side. Chanyeol laid next to him with a smile on his face and fell asleep a few moments later.

It was 4 when Chanyeol woke up. The mat Jongin was sleeping on was laying beside his feet. Chanyeol sat up and brushed his hair. After a quick shower he went to the kitchen to eat breakfast. There was a little green note on the fridge: „Morning. I’m in the club training. See you this evening“ Jongin wrote. Chanyeol opened the fridge and ate breakfast. After that he went to the small convenience store around the corner and bought some things. Around 6pm he made his way to the club.

Chanyeol saw the two people, who were standing in front of the club looking kind of lost, from a distance. „We open at 8pm“ he told them as he was coming nearer. „Please come back at this time.“. The two turned around and looked a bit startled and Chanyeols heart stopped for a second. „Ah, sorry, we’re not here as guests today" said one of them. Amber colored eyes looked at him friendly and Chanyeol couldn't look away. „I am Byun Baekhyun and this is..“ the one guy said and pointed at his friend, who was smiling at Chanyeol as well. „Do Kyungsoo. We are the new singers. We were told to come here at 6 but the door is closed.“ „Oh really?“ Chanyeol smirked. It was kind of cute how nervous the two guys were. "The entrance for staff members is behind the building.“ Chanyeol waved into another direction to signalize them to follow him. „You see!“ Chanyeol heard the smaller one saying. „Yah it’s okay“ whispered the other. „now he is…“ the guy who introduced himself as Baekhyun mumbled „now the nice man is leading us inside“ he whispered. „Chanyeol“ „What?“ asked Baekhyun surprised and Chanyeol had to smile again because of him. He was really cute. „That’s my name, Chanyeol. I didn’t introduce myself yet.“ explained Chanyeol and opened the heavy metal door for the two guys. „Ah. Ok. Chanyeol-ssi. His name is Chanyeol.“ said Baekyhun as he turned towards his friend who was just watching him awkwardly.

DISCLAIMER: I did NOT write this fan fiction! I just translated it! The original is in German and can be found here: https://taekok.wordpress.com/2014/02/12/orange-ambers-purple-heart-1/ all credits go to the original author of the fan fiction, not me! 

I am working on the translations of the next chapters!