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Title: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Revontulet on February 06, 2018, 05:29:31 pm
Valentine's Day is once again upon us, and why it is a day many of us (ie: me) get stuck blowing money on 'romantic' stuff lest I get force to sleep in the dog house (sorry Winter) - it doesnt have to be that way for YOU ALL. Sure its a Hallmark commerical holiday, but it doesnt mean theres no romance right?

Thus, in the spirit of the holiday, Id like to mobilize the forum to...show me just WHO/WHOM is the best Hyperspace Waifu or OTP for Valentines 2018.

Thats right, show your love for a HS waifu or otp via art (original or commissioned), a story, or something else and yours truly, Revy, shall judge (And I will juuudge you) accordingly.

The prize: One item (Worth $50 or less) from Tokyo Otaku Mode, Steam, or art.

When: The winner will be announced on White Day 2018 (March 14, 2018).
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: WeAreTheMeta on February 06, 2018, 05:35:04 pm
This is the story of the best asexual waifu of the multiverse :

Arraxis.

Nothing else is needed. Just by summoning his name I made the most awesome thing ever, that's how great he is.
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Geocorn on February 06, 2018, 06:03:02 pm
Nobody ever picks me for asexual waifu *pouts*
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Arraxis on February 06, 2018, 08:06:33 pm
Quick question - must it be related to the Shrine, or can it be other things as long as it is waifu themed? Also, if people chose, are husbandos allowed?
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Revontulet on February 06, 2018, 08:10:26 pm
Of course Arra. It just has to have some connection to forum activities be it FGO/rpgs/shrine/VN games/etc.. Husbandos are ok.
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Elvis Strunk on February 06, 2018, 08:25:34 pm
Four times in which Pluto doesn't get hurt (and one time she does).
The girl sits at the edge of her bed, staring into a large mirror, her legs hugged tightly against her chest. "Is this... really all right?" Her nerves have been getting the better of her for the last several hours- perhaps days. Ever since that moment, when she stared into the abyss and been forever altered.

The oddity catches her attention again, as it has more and more frequently, lately. Her eyes, yet not. The irises tainted, altered into a shade of pink not unlike a flower. "This is me, isn't it." The sight still unnerves the child, for reasons she can't explain. She shuts her eyes, exhaling softly.

A hand touches her shoulder, an arm wrapped around her back, and someone pulls her in, holding her close. "It's all right," the soft voice murmurs, and she doesn't need to open her eyes to see the smile on her friend's face. "You're you, and that doesn't change just because you look different, or call yourself something else. I'll love you just the same, so don't look so down, okay?"

Opening her eyes, the girl offers a shy smile. "I know," she says, biting her lip. "I love you too, Beth." Her voice trembles slightly; she isn't used to saying it yet. Even if the meaning isn't the same between the two of them, right now, together like this, it feels like enough.

The woman squeezes her shoulder softly, before standing up. "That's right, so no more bumming around here. You'll be heading to the Lyceum soon, right? If you want to make a good impression, you need to get ready." With a confident stride, she heads toward the door, but the girl reaches out and lightly grips her sleeve.

"Are you really okay with me leaving?" She sounds scared, nervous, and wonders if perhaps her oldest friend's feelings might be what's truly holding her back. "You stayed here, for me... after all... I don't want to leave you behind now."

Beth's hand brushes her cheek, tenderly. "You're not leaving me," she says, kneeling down. "You're going to be a hero. A maid. Fighting to defend everyone, including me... it's a wonderful thing. I only wish I could go with you. But this, no. You're going to be so much more than Jack and I could ever dream of being. It makes me so happy. And it's not like we won't see each other again, you know."

With a smirk, she kisses the girl's forehead, the contact lingering for a moment too long, as if to say, 'in spite of that, I'll still miss you'. It's Beth that grips her hand this time, helping her up and leading her to the door. "Now, come on. I'm going to make you beautiful! That's my guarantee! So no dilly-dallying, 'Pluto'."

The child blushes at this, unable or unwilling to form a coherent response. It had been her choice to come up with an alias, in the end, but she still felt a little silly whenever her friend actually used it. She'd decided that, if she were starting this new chapter of her life, she should be loved or hated through her own merits, not from association with her family's name.

She takes one last look at the room she and Beth had been sharing for the last couple months, knowing she won't be sleeping here tonight, nor the foreseeable future. Tightening her grip on the woman's hand, she tells herself again that this is for the best, and walks out the door.

---

Sitting on one of the old wooden chairs, in what passes for their kitchen, the girl squirms awkwardly. "Is this really necessary?"  She continually fights the urge to cover her bare chest with her arms, not that she has anything to hide in the first place.

"We don't want to mess up your clothes," Beth says, rubbing solution into her hair, vigorously. "Just trust me, all right?"

'Pluto' nods, before catching herself, mumbling a quiet "Yes" instead.

"All right, now we just let it settle, and... tada!" She grins, and holds up a mirror for the girl to see the results. "I told you I'd make you look beautiful. What do you think?" As the solution, high-tech if not top-of-the-line, finishes its work, the child finds for formally blonde hair dyed a soft, soothing shade of pink. Gently, she runs a lock of it through the tips of her fingers, finding them already dry, and feeling just as healthy as before.

"It's wonderful," she says, earnestly. This part had been Beth's idea- as had the majority of the makeover. She knew the child enjoyed dressing up and looking pretty, but she held herself back too much to ever bring it up herself. At the same time, she was well aware of how the alterations to her eyes were bothering her. So, the woman had gone out of her way to come up with an entire transformative makeover that would draw people's attention to her entire figure equally, rather than just her eyes, while also making her feel a bit better at the same time.

"I'm glad you like it," Beth says, pinching the girl's cheek softly. "Now go get yourself washed up; you want people to wonder where you've been all their lives, not why there're pink stains running down your back."

"Okay." She stands up, hesitating for a brief moment. "Um... thanks, Beth. It means a lot." Swallowing her nerves, she moves forward, wrapping her arms around the woman. She feels a hand, patting her head, and closes her eyes.

They stay like this for a time, before 'Pluto' finally pulls away. "I'll be back," she says, rushing off to the shower to get herself ready for what's coming next.

---

"...The only way to live with burdens such as yours: Live Free. Live Beautifully.  And the day shall never come that you will not look to tomorrow fearlessly.”

The Captain's speech finally winds down, leaving the entire crowd to silently process the meaning of his words. The girl finds herself shaken, slightly, as the clapping starts from the crowds surrounding her. Follow the speech, the man is replaced by the figure of a seemingly much happier, energetic young woman, moving the proceedings along smoothly.

The maids, all strangers to the girl, are brought up one by one, introducing themselves to the world. She feels her stomach turning, her anxiety threatening to get the better of her, standing there waiting for her turn while wearing a flowing, strapless dress and nearly nothing else. She resists the urge to bite her painted nails, takes a deep breath, and forces herself up onto the podium.

For a moment, as she gazes out into that massive, glaring crowd, she almost loses herself. Old memories rush to the surface, alongside the nightmares and insecurities she had thought forgotten. As she tires to speak, she finds her voice failing her, her thoughts churning in circles. What am I doing here? Is this really what I want? What do they think of me, standing here like this?

It lasts only an instant. Eventually, she finds what she's looking for: the face of her friend, almost buried amidst the rest of the crowd. Beth is waving rapidly, to draw her attention, and she looks so proud that 'Pluto' almost wants to cry. She closes her eyes. Settles her nerves. And begins to speak.

---

The last of the maid's introductions comes to an end, a few minutes after the child finishes her own. She's still shaking slightly, and wondering if she'd fumbled any words without realizing it, but everything seems to have worked out. She'd tried to walk away from the other maids after her speech, but found herself swarmed with excited and curious girls, all wanting to get to know her better. It was almost overwhelming, but she remembered that making new friends was one of the things Beth had said she should do. That it would be good for her.

Even though she flinches slightly each time someone accidentally touches her. Even though she doesn't have answers for any of their questions. She manages to make it through the barrage without any mistakes.

It's at this point that the next announcement is made, revealing their means of traveling to the Lyceum. The Zephyr descend from the heavens, inviting the newfound maids into the depths, but 'Pluto' freezes. Some of the others notice, and she feels certain they're talking to her, but none of their words register. I can't do this, she realizes. For all of her attempts to try and be better, to open up and believe in other people, when it comes down to it, she can't escape her own fear.

"You'll be late if you keep this up," Beth leans down from behind her, whispering in her ear. 'Pluto' jumps, wondering what the woman had broken free of the crowds and how she managed to make it over here. "You've made it this far. I know you can go the rest of the way."

"I only made it this far because of you," she says, staring at the ground in shame. "I could never have done any of this... and you won't be there. I won't... see you..." She shakes her head, weakly, and holds back her tears. She'd told herself again and again that she wouldn't cry; she can accomplish at least that. For Beth's sake, if nothing else.

"You're wrong," the woman says, cupping the girl's chin in her hands and moving her head up until their eyes meet. "You chose to come this far. You did that. Maybe I've helped you, but I couldn't have done that unless you had the strength to make it this far to begin with. I'm not the one that will need to fight, and I'm not the one that stood in front of that crowd, nor the one that woke up this morning and decided she wanted to help people. It's always been you. So don't look back, and don't hold yourself down anymore. I'll always believe in you."

'Pluto' feels her composure break, and she nods, weakly, unable to refute her friend's words, even as the first of her tears slips down her cheek.

Beth wipes the tear away, smiling sweetly. "None of that, Sweet Pea. Your friends are waiting for you. You aren't alone, so don't cry. Look. They're all here."

Pluto follows where Beth's pointing, toward the ships. There, in front of her, she sees them, all watching her, calling out, asking her to join them. Beatrix, telling her that she's strong enough to do anything she has to. Maho, promising that they'll definitely be friends. Katherine, hoping earnestly to learn more and more about her life. More of them. Sylvia, Andromeda, Cordelia, even Lola- all beckoning her toward the future, and the happiness she can find there.

"But they're not you," she says, voice shaking.

"I'll always be with you," Beth answers, her voice both sorrowful and loving, all at once. "Always. So go. We'll see each other again, when the time is right."

Trying as best she can to gather her resolve, Pluto nods, wiping at her eyes, and takes the first step away from the past... then another, and another, until she finds herself standing in front of the open door of the Zephyr. The hands of her friends and allies reach out, guiding her onboard, safe, sound, and secure. As the doors begin slowly sliding closed, she turns back, to catch one final glimpse of Beth before everything changes.

Her friend isn't there.

Somewhere, deep inside, she knew that, of course. She hadn't been, for a long time.

With a soft, sad smile, 'Pluto' sits down, strapping herself into the Zephyr and waiting, for the next stage of her life to begin.

---

Within her room, deep inside the Lyceum, Pluto wakes up. The sun is still set deep below the hills, only the tiniest sliver of moonlight breaking through the window. For a moment, she lays in place, dazedly trying to remember the dream she'd been having, and why her chest hurts so much. Yet it fades, as most dreams do, into a vague memory of something that might have existed, in some other time or place. Soon, even that will disappear.

She stares blankly at the soft, faded object, hugged to her body. 'Flynn', the teddy bear that had been the first gift she'd ever been given. Battered, and almost falling apart, but still here and bringing whatever comfort it could. She wonders if the same couldn't be said of Pluto herself. A distant voice, an echo of of words that had never been spoken, reaches her from the back of her mind.

"You're going to be a hero. A maid. Fighting to defend everyone... it's a wonderful thing."

She holds the bear just a bit tighter, closing her eyes and trying to erase the hole she feels inside herself. She'd felt like this before. Felt so much worse. And bad dreams were nothing new.. But she had always pulled through. And she isn't alone, not truly. In the morning, she'll wake to a new life with her new friends, and things will be okay.

"So go. We'll see each other again, when the time is right."

She curls up, imagining there's a hand, clasped in her own, a soft voice, whispering in her ear. She imagines what her life could have been, and lets herself go. Back to sleep. Back to the life that awaits her now, and everything she can be and do because of it.

This time, she doesn't cry.
[close]

Semi-canon.

"I'm sorry."
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Deeox2 on February 06, 2018, 09:26:54 pm
/me clutches at his heart.

Rude.
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Revontulet on February 13, 2018, 12:18:25 pm
As a reminder, V-Day may be tomorrow, buuuut the contest goes for another month still.
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: KomiTsuku on February 14, 2018, 08:42:44 pm
As a reminder, V-Day may be tomorrow, buuuut the contest goes for another month still.
That's good because I haven't quite finished this Yoi/Jinx/Odessa entry.
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Geocorn on February 14, 2018, 08:51:37 pm
/me can't wait
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Revontulet on February 14, 2018, 09:10:38 pm
Whoa, the Chief appears!?!

/me promptly shoots Yoi!
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Arraxis on February 14, 2018, 10:03:16 pm
Maybe it's not too late for me to commission a pic of Yoi playing with Jinx' ears...
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Geocorn on February 14, 2018, 10:06:59 pm
Jynx might want to stroke Yoi's ears too
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Jynx on February 14, 2018, 11:18:53 pm
Jynx might want to stroke Yoi's ears too

I certainly have no desire to get in physical contact with Yoi .__.

I do not know about Jinx, though that's best left to Chief.
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Pal on February 15, 2018, 12:03:20 am
Greetings on this mafia murder day (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Valentine%27s_Day_Massacre).

You can find my entry(ies) in the vortex section. Just make a compilation of all my deaths.
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Revontulet on February 15, 2018, 09:46:22 pm
Greetings on this mafia murder day (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Valentine%27s_Day_Massacre).

You can find my entry(ies) in the vortex section. Just make a compilation of all my deaths.

wut? @[email protected];;
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Pal on February 17, 2018, 06:35:35 am
Sarcasm + cynicism = pal.
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Geocorn on February 17, 2018, 08:30:48 am
I think his confusion was what it had to do with waifus lol
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Meliran on February 17, 2018, 10:58:55 pm
So, this was originally going to be just a gift, but yeah... to submission it goes. If I'm only allowed one submission, ignore this for the one I'll post later this week~

Quick lewd story for you perverts~

Andromeda and her Evening Alone
I collapse in my bed, the stress of the day carried heavily on my shoulders. From hosting a tea party to cleaning dishes to combat training, everything I did carried an air of exhaustion and effort. Not to mention, everything I did I had to turn into a competition. Who can wash the most dishes, who can pour the cleanest cup of tea, who can curtsey the lowest…

All of these activities are tough, but it’s important to have fun while doing it. That way, not only do we manage to make our masters happy – should we ever have real masters instead of defending Akkierens – but we’ll also improve our physique for the future.

Now that the day’s over, though, it’s time to relax. I managed to end my day a little early, so nobody should be coming in here for a while. Which means it is time for Andromeda to have a little fun~

I open up my drawer and pull out the book I reserve for just these sorts of occasions. “His Lips,” the title reads, gold lettering against the brown background. Just in case some steam comes out, I always hold it far away. But no, “steamy romance” is just a saying, it’s not actually going to steam.

“Chapter 3,” I read to myself. Somehow, hearing the words from my lips make everything better. “His bare body caresses over my breasts, every bit of his sweat dripping on my skin. His soft breath panting in my ear. ‘Andrea~’ he whispers. ‘You are so beautiful.’”

Wow, this is getting hot fast. My fingers trace up my body all on their own, finding my own bosom. There’s plenty to grab down here, but it’s not like I have the largest of assets either. I rest in a happy middle – small enough to avoid back pain, yet large enough to enjoy myself when the need calls out to me.

I squeeze my mounds, enjoying every square centimeter of flesh I can find. Through my uniform, it’s maybe not entirely as pleasurable as it could be, but it’s still just a tease. I’m not trying for a quick climax – I want to enjoy this every second I can.

My hands press tighter against my body, enjoying the pleasures of my sensitive flesh. I take it a soft breath, audible to anyone possibly in the room. At least these walls are pretty soundproof.

The next page is even steamier. “He moves with his tongue, licking where he may. Every part of my body is on fire, waiting for his next move.”

Forget her being on fire – my body is heating up rapidly. Simply touching my breasts through my uniform isn’t doing it anymore. No, I need something more – a lot more. I need direct contact!

Taking off my uniform, and putting it back on, has always been a little bit of a competition for me. Fifteen seconds – a full two off my record. And what’s even worse is how much my drive has come down from that little interlude. I’m still plenty hot, but at the same time – I’m a little cold. One look outside at the falling snow could explain why to me.

My hands grip back over my bra, seeing for more pleasure. The pink lace brushes against my skin with every grab, tickling against my nipples.

“Oh, yes,” I moan, each touch of my rock hard nipples sending a tremor through my body. “That feels so good.”

One hand isn’t enough. I drop the book on the floor and put my other hand on my other breast. Through the fabric, I massage the mounds and gasp as each whirlwind of pleasure travels in two directions – up to my brain, and down to my crotch.

My thighs tighten and release all on their own, feeling the joys of my body. With one slip of my hand, my bra comes off, leaving my top exposed to the world. I don’t really care anymore, I need more.

The soft flesh feels so smooth in my hands, melding and molding with my squeezes, and then pushing back against me to return to their normal form. I can push them together and they bounce back outwards. I can spread them and they crash back together. But for the most part, I just press them down and rub them in circles, making sure to keep my red diamond nipples in constant contact with my hands.

“Oh yes, yes, yes,” I moan, pushing them even harder toward my body.

But only one hand is in action right now. My other hand crawls down my stomach like some sort of spider, seeking greener pastures.

My panties last all of two seconds. Fully naked, I trace my fingers around my hips, feeling each curve of my body. My thighs, my hips – every part of my body feels so good right now. But they want more than that – they want the sweet spot.

My fingers move inwards, finally making contact with my soft lips. They’re all ready, with my juices already dripping out onto them. It’s always such a messy business to play with myself, but it’s only going to get messier.

No beating around the bush anymore (which I don’t have to begin with – having opted to keep myself smooth where it counts). My fingers pull back my hood and find the sweet spot – the place I’ve come to know quite well over the past few years.

“Oh god!” My hips buck the instant I touch the spot. Wow, this is feeling even better than normal. I’m so sensitive down there right now – to the point where I almost don’t want to touch there again. But no, I need more – a lot more. I take my index finger and place it firmly on that spot again, gasping in for air. And then I rub it up and down.

Every part of my body is so hot right now, feeling the pleasure of my clit running up my spine. Yes, this is what life is all about. My fingers aren’t even moving on their own anymore, slipping up and down my spot with increasing intensity and speed.

My smell wafts through the air. It’s a rather musty sort of smell, but one whiff of it is enough to turn me on – which makes me do it more and generates more of the smell in an ongoing cycle.

I breathe it in, letting the sensations creep up my nostrils and up to my brain. It feels so good.

My body is reaction already. From head to toe, all my sweat glands activate, pouring off my skin. I take deep breaths, unable to get in enough air anymore. I’m close – so close. Just a little bit more and…

I rip my hand off. My other hand squeezes like a claw on my breast, but that’s nowhere near enough to push me over. What was once a good feeling is now naught but a little tingle.

I take a few deep breaths. That’s right, Andromeda, you can’t go for the gold yet. Edging makes everything better.

My fingers creep along my thighs, slicking along the juices which spilled over. My body is so ready – it wants it badly. They ignore my clit altogether, and instead one of them slips inside.

“Ooh,” I moan. My walls push against my finger as if trying to force it out. But I’m not going to let them do anything of the sort. I push my finger in against their will, making ever part of it feel good as they clamp down on it. Yes, that’s right, this is what’s supposed to happen. And then I push in a second.

I can’t help myself from moaning. My fingers aren’t silent anymore even. Each push they make creates a sloshing noise of my juices mixing up. They are totally drenched, but I’m all right with that. Let them feel my body, let them get wet. It’s all I really need.

My fingers slip in even deeper, pushing for realms never yet explored. I cry out, unable to contain myself anymore. My free hand digs its nails into my breasts, anything to keep myself from going mad.

It’s impossible. I scream like a maniac, muscles clenching all over my body. In and out, in and out, the process repeats itself. I curl my fingers inside, trying to stretch myself to my limits – to find pleasure unlike any I’ve ever found before.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I cry out. “Right there, that’s the spot!”

A bag drops. I tear my eyes open, and there at the door is a maid with long blue hair curling down to her feet. Maho?! What is she doing here?

There’s no way I can stop. I pretend I didn’t see her and slip my fingers in more and more, letting the pressure build. Somehow, seeing Maho has made this feel even better. It’s like, I want her to see how dirty of an ojou I can be. Let her see the true Andromeda!

Everything explodes, my juices spilling out on my bed, the floor, the mirror – anything within reach. My body collapses, unable to bear the pressure anymore.

Maho turns her head aside. “I-I’m sorry. I probably should have knocked. But, um, you left your hairband at the training field.”

She moves to toss it to me. But I’m not going to let it end like this.

“Maho, come here.”

Her hand shakes. “Well, I mean, every girl has her private time, so if you want me to leave you alone I’ll just—”

“I said, come here.”

My personality is doing a 180. Yes, this is what I really want. I don’t want to be the shy competitor. I want to be something more.

She can’t disobey my order, and tiptoes toward me. Soon as she’s close enough, I leap out of my bed and tackle her to the floor.

“A-Andro? Wh-What do you think you are doing?” she gasps.

Her maid uniform is so much easier to undo than mine, as I tear off the buttons and expose her bra. “I think it’s high time you learn what pleasure is, don’t you think?”

She gasps. “B-But, something like that is so lewd and…”

I kneel over her body, undoing her bra. She wants it – she really does. She’s making no move to resist. “And you’re a lewd girl. I mean, look at how hard your nipples are already.”

I lean down close to her. She is beet red. “A-Andro…”

I place a hand on her bare stomach. “Tell me, Maho, do you want me to teach you? Do you want me to dominate every part of your body and send you to heaven?”

She looks aside. With a deep sigh, she says “… yes.”

That’s all I need. I force my lips on hers. She smells of cherry blossoms and roses – the perfect combination for a Maid of her caliber. She needs a waft of peony or tulip to make the perfect combination, I’d guess.

Her body is so soft – every centimeter of skin pristine and flawless. Seeing her in this sort of state, afraid and yet willing at the same time, is too much to handle. She’s going to make me go insane! My body can’t control itself, stripping her out of the last garments which separate her from the animals. But that’s all right – we’re going to be like animals.

She shakes. “U-Um, Andro, I’m not sure if I’m all right with this.”

I lean close to her ear. “Then say ‘pineapple.’ I won’t do anything you don’t want, but you have to tell me, all right?”

She nods.

That’s all I need. I get up off her and shove my hips in her face. “Lick it.”

She shakes. “B-But Andro… This is too dirty!”

I smile. She’s really getting into the submissive role, isn’t she? “Then taste just how dirty I am, and I’ll do the same to you. Hell, let’s see who’s dirtier!”

For a second, I think she’s going to say no. Is she going to back out?

But when her tongue hits me, pressing me with pleasure, I understand it’s all just an act. Very well, it’s time for me to take some pleasure of my own.

I explore her hips, slicking my tongue inside her. Damn, is she tight! She’s never experienced anything like this before, has she?

She pants. “Andro, that spot’s just… please…”

“I make the rules here,” I smile. “My bedroom.”

My tongue explores even deeper within her, feeling the crevice deep inside. She’s so wet already! Her juices mix with my saliva, pouring her sweet tastes into my mouth. Oh, yes, yes, yes!

She’s really getting into it – her lips pressing against my snatch, even nibbling a little bit of my clit. But that doesn’t stop me from one upping her. I slurp her fluids, a nasty wonderful sound of water in a cave, doing all it can to escape.

I don’t know what feels better – the sensation of Maho’s tongue on my special place, or my tongue on hers. Her legs jerk on their own, unable to contain themselves anymore. For a slightly sharper bite inside me, sending even a little bit of pain to my brain, she’s losing control.

Well, I’m not going to let her edge like I did. No, she’s going all the way to heaven in one go. I sniff her straight up, letting her copious pussy juices drive me wild. Yes, this is what love is. This is what I want – I want Maho!

I put my entire face inside her, letting my purple hair fall in front of my eyes. I’m not going to let one drop of her spill on the ground – it’s all my property!

My walls contract, and my body shakes, unable to keep the pleasure within it anymore. Yes, yes, Maho, that’s the spot! Tease me more, touch my more, let me be your master!

And she responds in turn. She spreads her legs wide, shaking with each lick – each sensual touch of my tongue onto her body.

I’m almost there… almost…

An explosion of fluid rocks my mouth. The sweet stuff floods inside, tickling my every pore. She’s so wonderful – so lovely even when she gets down dirty.

And I follow in turn. My parts explode, unleashing their fury on Maho. But she’s nowhere near as prepared, so my juices drench her face, trailing down off her mouth like drool. But there is some drool there too. My Maho, as unbecoming as a lady can be, and all mine.

I crawl back toward her. “Wow, you’re a mess,” I laugh. “How are you going to go to dinner like that?”

She shudders. “I-I don’t know what I just did. Please, don’t tell anyone about this! I couldn’t bear my family knowing about it or…”

I smile. “Oh, I won’t tell anyone. But what you did is called love. I love you Maho.”

She smiles back. “I love you too.”

I lean close. “Now, let me get you cleaned up.”

She smiles. “It’d be my pleasure~”

Oh, it certainly is her pleasure. She moans every second my tongue traces over my juices, feeling my sensitivity.

“Now, it’s your turn to taste,” I smile.

I lock my lips on hers, and force my tongue inside. Yes, Maho. This is me. This is the real Andromeda.

I love you.
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Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Duke Rockhopper on February 17, 2018, 11:01:30 pm
:3
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Arraxis on February 17, 2018, 11:19:10 pm
Meli likes to write lewd Maho stuff. This time it's Andro~
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Meliran on February 21, 2018, 03:47:08 pm
So this is the actual entry if I'm limited to 1. No lewds in here, it's just romance of Pluto x Cordelia~ ^^

Pludelia
White flakes fall from the sky – the tears of the clouds frozen over from their descent to Akkierens. It’s not like the clouds have any particular reason to cry. They don’t know pain, nor do they understand sadness. Yet cry they do, leaving us to deal with the piles of snow covering the paths in the Lyceum.

It’s still early – way before any other Maid in the Lyceum would be up. But I’ve always been an early riser. When I managed my parents’ company, I had to be the first one to report to business in case anybody had a question for me, and I then had to subtract a few hours so I could go for a morning job, take a shower, and otherwise get ready for work.

If anything, my life as a Maid has seemed easy in comparison. There are more dangers to fighting for the sake of good than there are in sitting behind a desk pushing paperwork, sure. But I can get up much later – 6 in the morning – and when I fail, there is always a companion there to help pick me up. Maho, Sylvia, Andromeda… all my friends are there. Even Lola at times could be helpful, if not a bit suspicious.

“Time for a run.” Even in the midst of the winter, I run in my short and a tank top. My body produces well enough heat to keep me going, and if I ever get cold, it means I’m not trying hard enough. After affixing my sports bra and slipping the white tank top-over it, I head out to the paths of Lyceum.

They’re all covered in white, as to be expected. Our students should be out here in maybe two hours to shovel them off, ruining the chance to really work out my leg muscles. The air from my mouth is a sharp white – steam from my breath. It really is cold.

“Let’s go.” My legs pick off, fully ready for their run. The snow has to be ten centimeters deep, requiring me to pick my legs up high. It really burns the quads to run in this, but my quads could really use some work. Before long, I fade into my runner’s hypnosis, not really feeling my legs anymore and plotting out the day’s activities in the back of my mind.

This hypnosis usually allows me to run ten kilometers without feeling a thing, even in the snow. The key is for me to not get distracted. However, today is not the day.

In the midst of the sea of white, my eyes catch something pink. Refocusing in, it’s not just a random pink ball – it’s a person. She’s rather small, to the point where I’m not even sure if she’s hit puberty yet. Her pink hair is tied into a pair of pigtails, although it’s fairly obvious to tell that it’s not her natural color. Her eyes, however, draw my attention even more than her hair.

They’re pink, the same color as her hair. But while she may have a few blonde roots visible in her hair, her eyes have to be that color naturally. Not only that, but they are deep and majestic – as if they were casting a magical spell on me, even if they weren’t looking directly at me.

No, instead they are looking at a sculpture made out of snow. It seems to be some sort of building, but it’s not as if it’s a castle or other fairytale structure that young girls may dream of. Rather, it’s a rather rustic house with finger carvings made out to make it seem like it is made of brick instead of snow. Its windows are covered with snow, as if to suggest they are broken and boarded up.

Usually, I would pass her by and let her do her business. But she’s out here in a pair of pink pajamas instead of her uniform. Our uniforms have a natural layer of insulation to keep us cool, but with so little physical activity and in such inappropriate clothing, she could hurt herself.

“You’re going to catch a cold,” I warn her.

She jumps from her crouching position, falling back on her rear. That’s only going to make matters worse to have all the icy stuff draping on her body. But what’s even stranger is she doesn’t make a sound. She simply looks up at me with those mystical pink eyes, as if searching into the depths of my soul.

I’m going to need to cut my run short today. This girl’s health matters more, but I’ll need to intrigue her to get her to listen to me. “What’s this place you’re building?”

She turns back to the house. “Home.”

It’s not that surprising. Even though we’ve been part of the Lyceum for months now, many Maids are still getting homesick. That was never really a problem for me – my home is only a structure, nothing more. There are housemaids and butlers there keeping the place clean, but once my parents disappeared there was nothing special about it. Only a few memories and ghosts of my past wandering the halls.

I roll up a couple small balls of snow. “This home is missing something.” I stack the balls together in front of the entranceway. “Here’s your dad, your mom, and this little one is you.”

She stares at them. All of a sudden, her hands grab the larger ones and hurl them far away and away from the house.

I see. I shouldn’t have interfered – this girl has a lot more going on than I had imagined.

She rolls up another ball a bit larger than the one representing herself. And she positions it close to hers – very close. A tear drips out of her eye.

Maybe this is my chance. “We’re going to need to get inside,” I warn her. “You’re going to get sick staying out here.”

She doesn’t say a word. She pushes herself up off the ground and stares into my eyes again. She doesn’t want to leave this place. It’s clear as day on her face. But there’s an emotion far more powerful inside there – obedience. It’s normal for a Maid to display a trickle of obedience, but this is beyond this. It’s as if she’s trying to be a good girl and do what’s expected of her instead of doing what’s right because it’s right. Her motivation is from without instead of within.

“I’m not going to force you.” The snow bites at my exposed legs – the heat from my run fading into the chilly Akkierens night. “You can stay out here as long as you want. You don’t owe anything to me. But if you want to come back to the dorms with me, I’d feel a little bit better.”

She doesn’t move. I guess she’ll stay out here and get sick, and then she’ll have to deal with one of the senior Maids to explain why she let herself get ill. It’s a shame, but it’s her life to live, not mine. At least she can make her own decisions without having to rely on anyone.

I turn to leave, not daring to look back.

A hand grabs a hold of my wrist. I could easily rip my arm away – it’s not necessarily a strong grab – but it’s not an intimidating hold.

The girl takes deep breaths, not daring to let go of me. “Pluto,” is all she says.

“Pluto?” Those two syllables don’t even make much sense. I believe I heard of a cartoon dog like that on the holonet as a kid, but why would she be mentioning such a thing to me?

“My name. I am Pluto.”

A fake name if I’ve ever heard of one. It’s not something worth digging into in any case. “My name’s Cordelia. I hope we can be good friends from now on.”

This time, the girl does follow me, keeping to my footsteps on the way back to the dorm. Those five words are the last words I can get out of her until I leave her off at her room.

Maho is still asleep when I return to my room. Usually, I would be kicking myself right now for failing to complete my run. I should have run 10k, but only did 5k before I got interrupted. But this wasn’t any old delinquent Maid I’d need to discipline as part of my job on the discipline committee. No, this girl was something else entirely. She wasn’t trying to cause trouble – she was only remembering a past I can maybe never understand. My heart ached for her and her dark past, whatever it may be.

I need to find out more about her, no matter what it takes.

It isn’t long until I meet her for a second time. It’s pretty obvious why I’ve never met her before even though Maid Day was all those months ago. She has a natural ability to blend into any crowd. Her height certainly makes such a skill easier, but there’s something else about her. It’s like she can turn eyes away from her, becoming small and uninteresting at will.

That does nothing for me, who’s specifically seeking her out in the first place. It’s at breakfast when I spot her eating alone in the corner of the cafeteria. “Sorry Maho, but I have to eat somewhere else today.”

She lifts an eyebrow at me. “I mean, all right. You’ll be back with us for lunch, right?”

The pink-haired girl seems to draw me in. “I don’t know. Don’t bother saving a seat for me in any case.”

The girl has a trio of pancakes stacked neatly above each other, a glob of butter dripping down the sides of them. Every so often she’d cut a neat triangle out of them and slip it into her mouth, but never before ensuring she’s chewed every last bit of her last bite.

“Mind if I join you?” I ask.

She stares up at me, her mouth almost quivering. She doesn’t say a word, only staring.

I take a seat next to her. She seems to almost jump from her seat, pushing herself away from me.

“Do you not want me to sit here?”

She turns her focus back down to her pancakes, cutting out yet another slice of it.

“You’re not going to get anywhere like that. Without communication, people are going to walk all over you. It’s a key aspect of being a Maid, as one misunderstanding could kill your comrades out there, or sometimes do things even worse.” I split my pancakes apart, preferring to eat them individually instead of as a stack. “If you don’t want me here, I’ll leave. But you need to say so. Open up your mouth and let me here your voice.”

The girl seems to shrink, becoming small against the table. Am I maybe pushing it a bit too hard? If a bystander saw us, they might think I’m bullying the poor girl.

Her mouth opens just a bit. “I don’t mind.” It’s all she says, but it’s definitely an improvement beyond staring at me with those mystical eyes of hers.

There’s no lie in her voice. She really doesn’t mind the companionship of having another girl sitting with her. To be honest, it’s a little bit more peaceful than Maho’s usual antics at the breakfast table.

She doesn’t speak again, but that’s to be expected. This is the type of girl who doesn’t speak unless she’s spoken to. There was a girl a lot like her back on Maid day – Jane. They were both timid, and both of them have their hands wrapped – although this girl’s seems to be her engine, while Jane’s came because I may have used a little bit too much force to grab it. But there’s something quite different about the two of them too. While Jane had been timid, it was the worst type. She wasn’t willing to open herself up to anyone except that Élice person. This girl, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to be leaning on anyone. She’s facing the world alone, unafraid of naught but her own self.

Maybe the fates really had brought the two of us together earlier in the morning. “So, tell me something about yourself. Do you have anything you like? Dislike? What are your hobbies?”

She pokes her fork on her plate. “Nothing, really.”

It’s all she says. This is going to be a bit more of a challenge that I expected. I was quick to give up on Jane when she gave me nothing and expected nothing in return. There was no drive within me to get to know her any more. After all, if she wasn’t the type of girl who’d want to share a bit about herself and be a friend, then she wasn’t the type of girl I’d actually care about.

So why is this girl so different? Why do I want to pull her along and get her to open herself up to me, and change? There has to be something I can say – some sort of pick I can use to break through the icy barrier of her personality.

Unfortunately, the clock is already moving toward the hour mark – the end of our breakfast routine. Worse still, I’m going to be on the fields so it’s not like I can come back here for lunch either.

“Are you doing anything tonight?”

She swallows the last bite of her pancakes. “Not really.”

I piece together my plates and readjust my uniform. “If you want, I need to stop in the city for a few things. It’s kind of lonely going by myself, but if you want to come with me, I’d be most appreciative. We’ll meet at the entranceway to the dorms at 6 PM, all right?”

She doesn’t respond to that question. It’s better that way, for I already know the answer. This is going to be the last time I ever see the girl in anything more than passing. She doesn’t like me – she thinks I’m a nuisance. But, maybe that’s for the best. If she’s going to keep to herself, I shouldn’t be messing around with her.

Besides, what would I even gain? She’s probably a capable Maid, seeing how she’s still part of the Lyceum after all these months. Truth be told, a Maid’s career is short. Two out of every three Maids who had introduced themselves on Maid Day are no longer with us. Most found the work to be too demanding, too stressful, or too dangerous, and left. But it must be admitted that many of them had departed in another way, passing onto the afterlife after accidents of their own making.

For such a girl to still be alive and with us, she’s a lot stronger than she gives off.

I’ll see what she does tonight. I’m already prepared – she’s not going to show up, and that’ll be the end of it. But why does that thought hurt my heart so much?

Training always leaves me sore. I may be the most athletic of all the girls around, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have to try. There is always more I can do – always more effort I can put in to help my teammates. But today’s training has been a complete disaster. For every time I’m about to strike a “killing blow” with my axe, that girl’s face pops up in my mind again. Why? Why do I care so much about whether she shows up tonight or not? I already know the answer, so worrying about it any more isn’t going to help in any way.

It doesn’t matter. I’ve never been one to give up. If I’m going to do something, I’m going to see it all the way through. Even if I know she’s going to stay in her room, I’ve got to act like she’s going to say yes. And that includes getting ready.

I strip out of my uniform and grab something a little bit more comfortable for my time in town. I opt for a black strapless dress – something which is long enough to keep me distinguished from the prostitutes, but yet short enough to highlight the results of my running. With it in hand, I take my time in the shower, thinking about what I’m going to do tonight.

Truth be told, I have very little to do in town. I was going to buy some chocolate for Maho, and we are running a bit low on soda. If that girl isn’t there, I’ll take care of the errands, share the chocolates, and maybe do something special for Maho after, like beta reading one of her disgusting boys-love stories. It is Valentine’s Day after all.

But if that girl is there, I don’t think I can squeeze all my plans into a night. No, there’s so much more I want to do with her than buy a couple of pieces of chocolate.

The trip down the stairs hurts more than it should. My heart races with each step, knowing more and more the disappointment I’m going to feel at the bottom. She’s not going to be there, and my pursuit to know her will end then and there.

Just a few more steps. I turn the corner, hoping one last time to see her.

The lobby is empty.

There’s nobody there at all – not even a Maid departing for dinner. She didn’t come. I should have expected it. She’s not going to turn from her timid nature to become a socialite in a matter of a day. It’s a total failure.

I guess I’ll get Maho and extra big box of chocolates then. I could use a couple myself to soothe myself, even if wallowing in my feelings is against my character and beliefs.

My eyes blur. “Huh?” I lift my finger to them, and it brushes against a pooling of moisture. Tears? Why am I crying? A Maid just doesn’t want to be my friend, that’s all. I have plenty of other friends in the Lyceum, so why… Why am I feeling this way?

My fingers brush them aside. I don’t need to worry about such trivial matters. If I made this friendship so quickly, I can break it just as quick.

The snow has stopped outside, but that doesn’t mean it’s sunny. In the darkness of the winter, the sun sets quick, leaving the world shrouded in darkness. It’s the perfect situation – I don’t know what I’d do if everything was happy and sunny outside.

“Let’s go,” I tell myself.

A hand grabs my wrist. What now? I don’t need to stay at Lyceum any longer – I need to get out of here. If anyone sees me in this sort of a state, my reputation as the sole member of the discipline committee will be forever sullied.

I can’t just ignore her in any case. It’s probably just Maho asking me where I’m going in a dress instead of a Maid outfit.

Turning around reveals the last person I expect – the girl with pink hair and pink eyes. She’s still in her black dress with a pink apron over it. She doesn’t smile, and hardly makes a sound. All she says is “Six.”

I peer my eyes up at the clock. Indeed, it is exactly six at night. I had arranged to meet her at six, and hence she arrived then. How stupid can I be to assume she’s not coming before the promise time had come and gone?

“I’m glad you came,” is all I can get out.

She doesn’t respond, of course. There is no question, so there is no need for her to answer. But I want to hear her voice more – that is what tonight is about.

“Where do you want to go tonight?” I ask her. It’s only polite to mix up my desires with hers.

She doesn’t say much more than, “nowhere really.”

I nod. “Then I have a few places. First, let’s go get you some clothes.”

She holds her hands to her chest. Sure, while the Maid outfit is nice to wear around when on official business, it’s a bad idea to wear one all the time. Besides dirtying it, if one were to shame themselves, it would look bad on all Maids. And that’s ignoring all the attention a Maid gets when she goes somewhere.

Indeed, we haven’t even stepped two feet in town when the whispers of the people flood my ears.

“Is that a Maid?”

“Is something happening?”

“To think the police couldn’t handle it…”

The girl doesn’t show any emotion to any of these accusations, keeping her focus ahead wherever I may lead.

We enter the department store, filled with their hundreds of outfits made for any possible occasion. None of them are going to fit her by the looks of them, being made for a more adult body. She has the exact opposite problem of me. Finding clothes to fit my chest is often such a pain, especially since it still hasn’t stopped growing. What may be loose one month may be tight the next.

There is one option for the girl, but it’s rather insulting for her. “Stay here,” I warn her. “I’ll find something nice.”

She holds her hand in front of her chest, but that’s all she does in protest.

As much as she might hate it, bringing a proper Maid into the “Juniors” section would be far too insulting. I’ll have to just eyeball her sizes and hope for the best. But what would look best on her? Somehow skirts don’t seem to work well on my imagination of her body, and she probably wouldn’t like long pants.

And then I find it.

Somebody screams. What now?

At the cash register are two men dressed in black, holding a gun up to the cashier. She shakes, unsure of what to do. Damn it, why didn’t I bring my axe with me? I could have stopped them and…

The girl walks toward them.

“Hey, kid,” sneers a guy, “can’t you see we’re busy here?”

The other guy even goes so far as to point his gun at her. “Get lost.”

But she doesn’t seem to care. Rather, she grabs the both of them by their wrists, and with a quick whip over her head, slams them into the floor. A few articles of merchandise rattle from the force of her slam.

Had this been the police, the people would have probably cheered. But Maids are different. They stay back and whisper to each other, knowing very well what our eventual fate will be. All of us are slowly being poisoned by the powers we possess, and watching any of us perform special feats is only a reminder that we’re driving ourselves to ruin.

She walks away from the thieves as if nothing happened, returning to her position in waiting.

I may have misjudged her. Maybe she isn’t someone who needs help opening up. Maybe she’s someone who has everything figured out already.

We meet up in front of a changing room. “I think this will look nice on you,” I pass her the outfit.

She takes only one look at it and then back at me. “It’s small.”

I wave her inside. “You haven’t even put it on. Come on, let me see how it looks on you.”

She doesn’t say anything more. Like an obedient child, she walks into the dressing room to change. But she certainly doesn’t look like an innocent obedient child when she comes out.

That is part of the goal, of course. I had to get that impression off her. She’s in all black leather from head to toe. She’s wearing tight leather boots which go above her knees, leaving just a little bit of skin visible before her body is covered again by a pair of tight black shorts. Above that is the leather jacket, leaving just a bit of skin below it, but nothing above – covering the entirety of her arms.

That’s not how it’s supposed to go. “That’s supposed to be worn open,” I move toward her to unzip the coat.

She holds her hands up defensively. But when she sees I’m not going to back down, she allows me to undo the zipper, and expose what is inside – a black tub top exposing her stomach, but not much of her chest since she has none to expose.

It works too well. The cute innocent face with the rebel’s body creates such a gap in consciousness, she can only be called good looking.

“I don’t know about you,” I say, “but I’m getting hungry. So let’s buy that for you and go somewhere to eat, all right?”

She only looks aside.

It’s hard to believe how, even though the girl is dressed in clothes that somebody who looks double her age would shy away from, she actually gets less stares than in her Maid outfit. The more we go into town, however, the more people crowd the streets.

“We should probably hold hands,” I say.

She goes a little pink in the face. Why? I’m only trying to make sure she doesn’t get lost in the crowd. I wouldn’t want our night together ruined as we try to search for each other. Speaking of which, we really don’t have much of a way to communicate with each other if something happened and we did get separated. I’ll take care of that at the diner.

“Here,” I hold my hand out. “Don’t let go.”

Her hand shakes as she examines it. But then, with a deep breath, she clasps it in mine. Even with the bandage of her engine, I can feel just how soft it is. It’s so delicate, as if I could snap it if I squeezed it too tight.

Thinking of it, I did do that to Jane once before, didn’t I? Maybe I shouldn’t squeeze too hard.

She sweats a little. Is it too hot with all these people around here? I can see where it could be a problem. But there’s more to it than that – a lot more. Something’s bothering her. Maybe she’ll tell me once we get to our tables.

The diner is not necessarily the largest place in the world, but it’s also not the most popular. There are always just enough tables for the amount of guests at the busiest part of the day, so we don’t need to wait even a second before a waitress shows us to our seats.

The girl fingers through the menu, burying her head out of my sight.

“Can I get you something to drink?” asks the waitress.

“Just water for me, thank you.”

The girl lifts her head from the menu. In the softest voice I think I’d heard out of her yet, she whispers, “Orange soda.”

Now that I think of it, when we had breakfast in the morning she was drinking orange soda there too. The waitress takes our menus and makes off with our orders – a large plate of spaghetti and meatballs the two of us are going to share.

“Is there something special about orange soda?” I ask her.

Her eyes shake a bit at my question. Is she recalling something? But she lowers her head again. “Nothing, really.”

Silence falls between us. If I don’t take the initiative, she’s not going to say another word all night. Now that I think of it, my original plan of going to the movies with her after this dinner wouldn’t be a good idea to spend some time with her and get to know her better. I need somewhere I can talk to her and laugh with her, if she’s capable of laughing in the first place.

“So, what kind of elements do you specialize in?” What a stupid question. I should be asking things to figure out her life more, not factual questions she can answer without any personality.

“Aevum.” A concise one-word answer I should have expected.

Now how to make this conversation flow? “Aevum, huh? I happen to use Cyseince, although I’ve always loved the powers of Aevum. The ability to heal grave injuries must be pretty nice, right?”

“It’s all right.”

I’m getting nowhere. Let’s try a different direction. “Do you play any sports?”

“A little.”

I need to be specific with her. She’s not going to give me a specific answer unless I ask a specific question.

“Do you enjoy baseball?”

She shakes her head.

“Tennis?”

Another shake. There has something in particular she likes, and if I phrase it just the right way, I might get an answer. “What is your favorite sport?”

She blushes a little. There is nothing she can say without letting me dig into her personality a bit. “I… don’t particularly like sports.”

“You said you played them. Don’t you like what you play?”

Her face turns a little red. “Well, maybe a little. I guess if I had to choose… something I can do… Like bowling?”

Finally! It’s as if the icy barrier inside her has finally broken. It takes all my efforts to not cheer for my success. Truth be told, I’ve never really had an opinion on bowling, but if it’s something that can help me get closer to her, I’ll take it. “There’s an alley close to here, so why don’t we go after dinner?”

“You really don’t have to…”

“Nonsense! We deserve a bit of time to relax and have some fun, right?”

The waitress arrives with our meal and a pair of plates for us to take smaller portions. We wouldn’t want a disaster where we eat the same strand of spaghetti and accidentally kiss, would we?

Why is my heart beating so fast when I’m imagining that happening? Well, it’s no matter. Unfortunately, I don’t get much more of a reaction out of Pluto for the rest of the meal. The two of us are too well trained in appropriate manners to ever dare speak with food in our mouths.

By the time we finish with dinner, it’s already quite late – nearing nine at night. To make matters worse, snowflakes are fluttering down from the pregnant clouds again, draping the walkway in white.

The girl holds her hand to her mouth to let out a big yawn like some kind of kid staying up past her bedtime. But I know now she’s no child. She may be quiet, but she’s competent. She’s no Jane – she’s her own person.

“So, bowling time,” I flex my fingers. “It’s been so long since I picked up a ball.”

The girl trudges after me, leaving footprints of her boots in the snow. She casually brushes one of her twintails and flicks the snow right off of it. With all that, she remains silent, following where I would lead her.

The alley is packed by the time we arrive. The balls roll down and smack into the pins on thirty consecutive lanes, each one with a pair of bowlers.

“Lane 31 for 2 please,” I hand the clerk my personal card. “We’d like it for an hour.”

The clerk raises an eyebrow. “You know this is couple’s only night, right? Are you two lesbians or something?”

The girl’s face flushes at the mention of it. She’s not going to say anything regardless. But a little white lie here and there can’t hurt, right?

“Yes,” I declare. “We’re lovers.”

I wrap my arm around her, which makes her go even more red. She grabs at her wrist in a desperate attempt to defuse some of the pressure away from her head.

The clerk passes us a scorecard. “It’ll turn off when the hour’s up, so make sure you keep track of the time.”

I turn to head to the lanes, but the girl grabs hold of my wrist. What now? We’re still too close to the clerk too, so I ask, “What now, my love?”

I swear I can see steam coming out of her ears. “Bumpers.”

Bumpers? “What about them?”

“I… need them…”

To think a girl her age would still be using bumpers. “No. I won’t allow it.” The clerk glares at us, so I add on, “my dear. You won’t always have a crutch to catch you in life, and bowling is the same way. If you fail, you fail, but the worst failure is not trying.”

She doesn’t reply to my speech.

It’s a shame there’s a limit on ball weight. Even at the max 7.26 kilo standard, this thing is as light as a feather. Just getting it down on the ground to roll instead of throwing it is going to be a challenge.

The girl sweats. Her tiny arms struggle to pick up the 2.72 kilo ball. If I’m going to keep going with her, I’m going to need to do some strength and conditioning training with her. She’s great when she uses her Albeister abilities for strength, such as in the department store, but outside of that she’s just a cute girl.

The pins come down, and the girl sits on the stool to enter our names. Of course, she enters mine first, which means it’s my turn.

Now, how did I use to do this? At the corporation, we’d occasionally have bowling nights, but I was usually too bogged down in paperwork to attend them. The last time I really did bowl was before my parents disappeared. And back then, I blamed the pins for the bad things on my life. I got angry.

Yes, indeed, it’s these pin fault that it’s snowing outside! It’s their fault that this girl won’t talk to me!

Fire flares in my vision. With a yell, I hurl the ball down to the lane.

Crack

The ball smacks into the pins. But unlike the other lanes, where they simply fall down, these shatter on contact, spraying shards all over the place. A strike!

“The hell?!” shouts an employee.

That is when I realize what I’d done. Apparently I had thrown the ball so hard I managed to crack the lane itself. Pluto slouches in her seat, trying to appear as small as possible.

By the time the manager comes over and sets us up on another lane, we’ve already lost half of our time. “Now, try using a little less force, all right?” he warns.

“I’m sorry,” I bow to him.

The girl picks her ball up in two hands. Her eyes dart between the two sides, her knees trembling from nervousness.

“You can do it~” I cheer.

She takes a few timid steps up to the line and with a push, she releases the ball. It doesn’t have much speed, that’s for sure. But what it’s lacking in power, it makes up for accuracy. It hits right into the pocket, knocking each pin into the other, until finally all ten are down.

“Yes, Pluto!” I cheer. She blushes a little before returning to the chairs for my turn.

Each round is the same. It isn’t long before a small crowd starts to gather, looking on at the pair of girl aiming for perfect games.

“Why did you want bumpers?” I have to ask as we enter the tenth frame. She hasn’t even gotten close to the gutters once this entire game.

She holds her hand. “Sometimes… it’s good to have something to hold onto.”

Meaning she didn’t want to actually use them. She was just keeping herself safe should she mess up. She wasn’t looking for a crutch – she was looking for a safety plan. Maybe I’m the one who’s wrong in all of this. Maybe I should be learning from her, instead of the other way around.

My first two ball in the tenth frame are perfect strikes. One more strike, and I’ll be able to claim perfection, and the most Pluto can do is tie me. My competitive spirit is heating up. This is going to be my victory!

But somewhere deep inside me, something else bubbles – deep within the confines of my heart. It’s telling me the exact opposite of my spirit. It wants to let her win.

Maybe I should. This girl really could use a pick-me-up. Something’s getting her down, and winning a bowling game might just get her happy again.

I throw the ball just a bit to the left, intentionally keeping my arm a little too straight. The crowd groans as my ball hits the pins awkwardly, leaving one standing in the corner.

Pluto just stares at me as I return to her. “Oops,” I conk my head. “Guess I messed up..”

She doesn’t stop staring. Is she that judgmental about a miss?

She steps up to the line. But she’s not in the middle. Wait… what is she doing?

She pushes the ball straight into the gutter, where it rumbles down to a big flat zero.

“Pluto?” I ask.

She grabs another ball and again lines herself up at the gutter. With a final push, she lets the ball go, ending the game.

What is going on?

When we get back outside, the snow has only increased in intensity. “What’s the big idea?” I’m losing my cool. “Why would you just give up like that? Do you think any Maid would do something like that on the battlefield – just throwing their lives away for nothing?”

She doesn’t make any expression, or even a sound. Her deep pink eyes just stare into mine, examining the depths of my soul.

“Well, answer me! Why did you give up?”

Her mouth barely moves. “Because you did.”

My heart freezes. She’s right. I could have gotten a strike that last ball. I did the exact same thing I’m accusing her of. How did she notice though?

I can’t underestimate this girl.

I crash to my knees. “I… I’m sorry. I just wanted to let you win, that’s all. I thought it’d make you happy.”

She takes a few steps toward me and places her hand on my head. “Just being with you makes me happy.”

My head jerks up. That has to be the most she’s said since we’ve met. And she knows it too – her face is beet red, and her hands are over her mouth.

At the same time, though, something rivets in my body. My blood is flowing, and my heart pounding. Could it really be…

“Let’s get what I wanted to get done finished,” I pick myself up. “And then we can get to sleep.”

The supermarket is rather empty at this time of night – midnight is approaching fast. As I suspected, the chocolates are stripped bare from the wall. All the last minute shoppers had grabbed it, leaving somebody like me with nothing more that this single box of caramels. “It’s not exactly chocolate,” I say to myself, “but Maho’ll like it in any case.”

Pluto is holding a box of something in her hands, examining the contents.

“What do you have there?”

She holds up the box for me – a box of cocoa powder.

“What are you going to make?”

She grips on the box harder. “Chocolate.”

“Oh? Did I keep you from someone tonight?” More and more, I realize just how selfish I’ve been. I took her out, dressed her up how I wanted her to look, took her to a dinner she probably didn’t want, and then thought only of myself in the bowling alley. I didn’t even ask her if she had any plans for tonight.

“Not really.”

“Then who’s the chocolate for?”

She looks aside. “Someone special.” I think that’s the end of it, but she whispers one last statement which strikes me straight at the heart. “Because homemade chocolate shows you care.”

Homemade? Yes, Maho is special to me, but I’d never thought of making homemade chocolate for her. It doesn’t matter to her whether the chocolate is bought from a store or made from scratch, so long as it tastes good. But even then, it’s really still just obligation chocolate. I like Maho, but I don’t necessarily like her as anything more than a friend.

Love – the meaning of Valentine’s Day. It’s an area I never really got to broach in my life. I was too busy all the time, working for my parents’ company, managing the affairs at the manor, or training to become a Maid. It’s something I never really felt before.

But as my heart beats, I realize exactly what it really is. My heart isn’t just excited from all the activity. No, it has to do with the girl I’m with right now.

In fairy tales, they always speak of love at first sight. It’s only been a day since I met this girl, but maybe that is what I’m experiencing. She really is the lock to go with my key. What I have, she’s lacking, and what I’m lacking, she has. We don’t work well without each other, but with each other we could move mountains and reroute rivers. Or, at the very least, destroy bowling alleys.

I grab a box of coca powder. “You know, I do too.”

The kitchens of the Lyceum are a total mess, filled with used pots and pans, each one with the remnants of chocolate in them. To think Maids would be this sloppy is saying something. I’m going to have to have a long lecture tomorrow with the student populace on the need to clean up after what you’re doing and respecting others.

Pluto doesn’t seem to mind, as she washes off a pot to use to mix the ingredients. Nothing really seems to phase her. She may be upset at so many things in the world, but nothing keeps her from achieving her goals.

I wish I could be strong like that.

I ruffle the bag with her uniform. “Since we’re back at the Lyceum,” I say, “if you want to change back into your Maid uniform, you can.”

She looks down at my hand, and then returns to the pot. “It’s fine.”

I grip the bag tighter. “I mean, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have forced you into that outfit. You could have gone around looking for something better, or even stayed in your Maid uniform if you wanted. It was wrong of me to insist you wear this.”

She wipes down the pot and places it on the table. “It’s fine.”

Water wells in my eyes. “No, everything’s not fine. I just dragged you around tonight doing what I wanted to do, not caring at all for your feelings. What kind of a friend am I? I should never have talked to you or tried to get to know you. You were fine as you were, and I just ruined your Valentine’s day.”

She moves a bit closer to me. “No, you didn’t.”

“Now you’re just being nice. I’ve made everything awful. I mean, heck, you’re making these chocolates now, and you’re going to be late giving them to the person you care about because of me. Look at the time – it’s already past midnight.”

She looks up at the clock and then back at me. “Do you mind?”

I nearly crush my box of cocoa powder. “Of course I mind. Everything’s been ruined for you because of me.”

She shakes her head. “Do you mind your chocolates are going to be late?”

I hold my box up. “I mean, that depends on the person receiving it and—”

She empties the box. “Not those. The ones I’m making.”

She blushes a little. “For you.”

Time seems to stop. She means… I am her special person? I can’t believe it. Maybe this really is a match made in heaven.

I misunderstood everything from the day. She enjoyed everything we did together, because we were doing it together. I wasn’t bothering her – that’s why she never tried to go home.

I drop my powder and run around the table to her. “Pluto, I love you too! Please, I want to find out more about you. Do you think we could spend more time together, go on more dates, and have fun planning the rest of our lives out? If you don’t want to, I can understand, but still…”

She goes red. “Yes.”

I wrap my arms around her, feeling her warm body against mine. “Oh, Pluto!”

She grabs me back. “Can you call me something else…”

I let go for just a second. “Your real name?”

She shakes her head. “Sweet Pea.”

Sort of a weird name, but I’m sure I’ll learn why soon enough. “Of course, my Sweet Pea.”

I draw my lips to hers, and she makes no move to resist. And so we lock our lips together for the first of what is bound to be many times there in the Lyceum kitchens, enjoying the warmth of the other. My heart races as our lips touch.

Yes, this is what love is. I have found it in a girl I didn’t even know existed until today. But this is just the start of a long time together – both now and forever.
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Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Arraxis on February 22, 2018, 09:13:02 am
Go go Meli making a sweet story~!
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Arraxis on February 28, 2018, 02:29:04 am
Here is my entry for Valentine's. Bit less traditional, but I like something a little more unique.
Spoiler
(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/330201419762237441/418229745319280640/Anatoly_and_Yuki.png)
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Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Elvis Strunk on February 28, 2018, 02:32:39 am
Oh hey look it’s my FEELINGS.

How dare you wake them up

It is a really sweet image though
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Deeox2 on February 28, 2018, 02:52:44 am
I find this highly acceptable.

Master of Yuri approves.
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Jynx on February 28, 2018, 02:58:15 am
It's just beautiful.
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Meliran on February 28, 2018, 12:20:30 pm
And my last little thing.

Arraxis and the Octoweasel
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Arraxis. She hadn’t always been a girl, but after eating one of Meliran’s cookies, she realized the error of her way. It’s not that she necessarily minded being a girl – she had no interest in girls or guys, so it was really just a matter of whether she had to sit or stand to go to the bathroom. The cute clothes she got to wear were a plus, of course.

On this particular day, she was walking through the deep dark forest on her eternal quest to find the legendary “Saint Quartz” the villagers told her about. If she could only find it, maybe she could summon a servant! But this deep dark forest was rather scary. Trees would sometimes move on their own, and there’d sometimes be a growling sound from the shadows.

A huge breeze kicked up, fluttering Arraxis’s brunette twintails with them. They really seemed to go well with her body type, but there was something missing. As just a set of twintails, they seemed far too plain for Arraxis’s tastes.

Then, in the darkness, she saw something white. “Whatever could that be?” she asked herself. It most certainly couldn’t be the legendary “Saint Quartz.” No, it had to be something else.

She approached the white thing with caution, only to realize what it was – a flag tied to a stick, being waved around as if in surrender. “How odd, what would anyone have to surrender for?” she asked.

A few steps more revealed its holder. “A weasel?”

The creature was buried deep in the ground, revealing only its head. But with its snout, there was no other creature it could possibly have been. Its eyes perked up upon the mention of its species. “And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?” it asked.

Arraxis approached a little closer and squatted down, careful to keep her legs closed – another difficulty of her new female form. “My name is Arraxis of Hyperspace village. I seek the legendary Saint Quartz. Who might you be, Mr. Weasel?”

“Weasel?” it asked. “Do you not understand what I am?”

Nothing could describe Arraxis’s shock when the creature pulled itself out of the ground. For it didn’t have a pair of legs like Arraxis did. No, instead it had eight of them!

Arraxis almost blinked loudly. But then she remembered the various adverbs Dee insisted on using to describe his blinking, so she shook her head and instead stared at it to avoid copyright infringement.

“I am the Octoweasel!” it declared. “And I surrender!”

Arraxis tilted her head. “But I wasn’t going to fight you. Why would you surrender?”

It waved the flag. “It’s in my blood – it’s what I do. Now then, Miss Arraxis, you said you were in search of the legendary Saint Quartz?”

“Indeed! Do you know the way?”

It slithered over to Arraxis. “Indeed. It is a long and perilous journey, but I can lead you there should you desire my assistance.”

She wasn’t too thrilled with having such a creepy companion. But worst still was the thought of losing him. “We should hold hands so as to not get lost.”

Sheer horror fell on the Octoweasel’s face.

“Is that a problem?”

It looked aside. “I apologize, I have some traumas related to holding hands.” It turned back to Arraxis with a smile. “But I do have a little thing I can do to ensure we never get separated. It’s only a little bit of magic, and it’ll help us on our journey!”

Arraxis shivered. She couldn’t trust the Octoweasel. “What even is your name?”

It perked up. “We are the Meta!”

“We? But there’s only one of you.”

It moved each of its legs. “We are the Meta!”

Not wanting to push the point any further, Arraxis sighed. “Well, I need to get going. Maybe we’ll run into each other again?” She certainly hoped they didn’t.

All of a sudden, Arraxis felt a trio of pains – two from the top of her head where the twintails formed, and one from her butt. Was the Octoweasel attacking her? She spun around, ready to fight, but the Octoweasel wasn’t attacking her – at least not directly. But it was doing some sort of lewd magic involving flaying itself with its many legs.

“What are you doing?” she shouted. Unable to take the pain anymore, she put her hand on her head only to discover… ears?

When she reached around the back, she discovered something even more horrifying – a tail! Being a girl was one thing – the villagers had plenty of girls to go around. But a kitsune at that? How was she going to hide these new features?

“Turn me back!” she demanded.

But something had possessed the Octoweasel. It was staring at Arraxis with lust in its eyes, staring at her new body. It was beyond reasoning.

“Fluffy!” It shouted. It launched faster than should’ve been possible, aiming straight at Arraxis. No, Arraxis realized. It was launching straight for her tail!

“Let’s put these new features into use,” she smirked. Using muscles she never had before, she whips her tail around. It smacked straight into Meta, who flew against a tree in a sickening crunch.

Arraxis wasn’t about to waste any time. She ran as fast as her two legs would take her. Although Meta hadn’t given her any particular strength in running in this new body of hers, she found she was running faster than she ever had before. Her tail provided all the balance she needed so she didn’t need to worry about things like keeping herself upright.

When the Octoweasel was well out of sight, she finally stopped to take a break near a lake. One look in the lake revealed the horror that was her body. She was still the same girl she had become after stealing Meliran’s cookies. But this Octoweasel really had made her a kitsune. She ran her fingers over her ears, and through her tail. It was soft and fluffy – just as the Octoweasel had said. But how could that creature just jump at her and try to touch it like some kind of rapist? A tail rapist?

She unsheathed her sword. “Well, not like I’m giving him what he wants.” Her tail was going to be a pain – she’d have to shave it off every day like she shaved her legs. At least it wasn’t a muscular tail, only having real control near the base. She’s have to wear skirts to cover up the stump when she was done.

With a slash, the hairs of her tail fell to the ground. But there was nothing she could do for her ears – they were made of cartilage and bone. Then again, they probably were what she needed for her appearance. Something always felt missing there, and these accented her twintails perfectly.

When she looked into the lake again, she was satisfied with what she saw. Indeed, she enjoyed being a unique person, and maybe she’d get questions from curious kids as to why she had animal ears. The villagers might think her a little weird, but the kids were all that really mattered.

“You… destroyed the fluffy!”

Arraxis spun around. How did that Octoweasel find her so fast?

Arraxis put her hands on her hip. “I never agreed to this! What made you think you had a right to do such a thing to me?”

“Because… Fluffy!” it shouted. Faster than Arraxis could track it, it gathered the remains of Arraxis’s tail and pressed it against Arraxis’s rear. Like magic, it refastened itself, becoming even larger and fluffier than before.

Arraxis knew this creature was no good. She was going to have to kill it. “Die!” she shouted, swinging her sword around.

There was no resistance from the Octoweasel. Her sword slashed in clean in two, but she wasn’t satisfied with that. She swung her sword around over and over again, cleaving it into bite size pieces. “Hm,” she though. “I am pretty hungry to begin with.”

She turned her back on the corpse and headed to gather some firewood.

“Oh yes,” moaned the Meta.  “Hurt us more. Tie us up and dominate us.”

Arraxis froze in place. Her neck craned around, at where the chopped Octoweasel had lain now stood a new one, sitting among the disembodied pieces.

“There’s more of you?” she asked.

“Cut us up all you want. When an Octoweasel is cut up, from the largest part the body will recreate itself.”

Arraxis sighed. So there really was no getting rid of this fiend. Why had she gone for that white flag? She could have been happily on her way to retrieve her prize, and now she has to deal with this creature.

But the thing did seem to have some sort of modicum of honor in its own twisted way. “How about a duel?” she asked.   

“What do you mean?”

She drew her sword. “You and I have something we both want. You want me, and I want you to leave. We settle this like men…” Her boobs jiggled to remind her the irony of the statement, “and fight to the end. I win, and you leave. You win, and I suppose you can become my lover.”

It perked up. “You have yourself a deal!”

“Do you need a sword?”

It held its arms up. “Of course not. Ready to fight? Come at me!”

Arraxis honed in all her training. There was no way she could lose this. She took a stance, readying for the charge and—

Meta waved the white flag.

“Huh?” she asked.

The Octoweasel shivered. “That face you made was too scary! I can’t fight that. I surrender, I surrender!”

Arraxis clicked her tongue. “Typical French. Well, I’m leaving now, so I’d  ask you to leave me alone. I’ll figure out some way to deal with this tail later, but I’m on a journey.”

She turned and headed around the lake. The Saint Quartz was probably near those dark mountains just ahead.

Then she heard a whimpering.

She knew she shouldn’t look back. It was just a perverted Octoweasel, after all. But Meliran’s cookies had changed more than her body – it had changed her heart as well.

While the Octoweasel did change her into a kitsune and give her a fluffy tail, it wasn’t like it intended evil on her. Indeed, everything it did was out of love. And what did she do with the love of Meta? She cut it up and told it to stop following her. Was this what she was going to do to her future boyfriend? Well, that wasn’t much of a concern – she didn’t like boys in the first place. Or girls. But maybe she could make this one Octoweasel happy.

“Listen,” she said, kneeling down to it. “We won’t do anything lewd beyond holding hands – which is pretty lewd in and of itself, now that I think about it – but today is a special day in our village. It’s called Valentine’s Day. And since you seem to love me so much, you can become… my Valentine… for the day.”

It perked up. “Seriously?”

She nodded. “Now, let’s hold hands.”

The Octoweasel jumped up. “Fluffy!” it cried.

The truth hit Arraxis like a brick. Here she had been all forgiving and compassionate, believing love had motivated the Octoweasel to give her that tail because it loved her. But no, she had been wrong all along. It hadn’t given her the tail because it love her. It had given her the tail because it loved the tail itself!

Hell knows no fury like that of a woman scorned. She snatched the creature out of midair, and with more force than humanly possible, she threw it to the sky, never to be heard or seen from again.

“Well then,” she said, “back to my mission.”

Arraxis did manage to find the Saint Quartz, but unfortunately when she summoned her servant with it, it wound up being Stheno. Alas, not all stories end well for our protagonists.

As for Meta, he kept flying deep into outerspace. Just when he through he’d found a landing spot on Pluto, a giant Elvis smited him, and kept him flying until he eventually landed on Xena.

But Xena was a special planet, filled with Amazonian women who would dominate and abuse him.

And he had never been happier.
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Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Arraxis on February 28, 2018, 01:39:31 pm
Hahahaha, that was unexpected. Funny thing is I usually sit down anyway - saves having to flip the seat up and it's cleaner. I often cross my legs too, though often shifting to maintain comfort. I probably wouldn't say something like 'settle this like men', though, because I find the idea of that being inherently 'manly' stupid. All that 'be a man!' talk bothers me when used literally. I did enjoy this, though! 10/10 would eat Meli's cookies again no regrets.

Stheno is a Servant I still lack, too, so I wouldn't necessarily mind rolling her for completion's sake at least.
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: WeAreTheMeta on February 28, 2018, 04:39:08 pm
The only problem I have with that story is the fact Arra didn't mind becoming a kitsune. I'm almost convinced I asked for his permission before doing it.

Apart from that accurate and funny, though with me even more masochistic (It's not because I'm an octoweasel that I like being cut up, told you as much!), I liked that story :P
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Geocorn on February 28, 2018, 04:55:52 pm
Meg wins. lol
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Arraxis on February 28, 2018, 10:12:33 pm
If I'm not mistaken, I said that my form online was shaped by the views of others and if Meta wanted to view me as such that was fine. Because kitsune are cute and cool.
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: WeAreTheMeta on March 01, 2018, 08:59:47 am
Must have been that indeed. Totally didn't force the tails on Arra
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Jynx on March 12, 2018, 02:14:05 am
Have a short (1387 words, to be exact) entry.

Hate. (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jO4hrqCrYV4wM6IyN7YD3HOoJ0f5VdbQosVtuBE9AJk/edit?usp=sharing)

I'd like to thank rell for all the help he gave me while I was writing this~
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: rellimkram on March 12, 2018, 02:59:33 am
Have a short (1387 words, to be exact) entry.

Hate. (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jO4hrqCrYV4wM6IyN7YD3HOoJ0f5VdbQosVtuBE9AJk/edit?usp=sharing)

I'd like to thank rell for all the help he gave me while I was writing this~

I really didn't do all that much. It's an enjoyable story, and you did well.
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Revontulet on March 13, 2018, 05:41:07 pm
Last Call~  The event ends tomorrow!
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Duke Rockhopper on March 14, 2018, 11:59:01 pm
Just in time! Barely!
Chapter One: Bedtime Story
Halfway across a mountain range and halfway up the face, a figure waded through a blindingly harsh storm in the night, shielding her face with a scarf and one hand to break the impact of the icy flurry. A fur-wrapped boot crunched through the deep snow, inaudible beneath the howling wind around her. A sharp chink pierced the cacophony as the metal of her weapon met rock, acting as a temporary walking stick. At the edge of the weapon spluttered a small fire in defiance of the wind, darkness and snow. Behind the figure trailed three others; dressed much the same though suffering worse than she, following the barely-visible light of her makeshift staff. Each carried a satchel stuffed with rations, fire-starters and cloth, though these had taken the worst toll of all. Clumps of white powder covered them, melting through the outer fabric and dampening the materials beyond use. Nevertheless, the three shivering figures carried them onwards.

Their leader stopped a moment to allow them to catch up for the hundredth time, trying to keep a steady footing against the battering winds. As her followers drew closer, it became evident that one of them was hurt and struggling to keep pace. She walked with a slight limp, using her own weapon as a crutch to support her weight. The injury may only have been minor in comparison to afflictions the leader had seen in the past, but in these treacherous conditions it could prove fatal. A single slip would send the girl plummeting down the white face of the mountain - she could not think of a more certain death. The woman willed the flame on the hilt of her weapon to burn stronger and put an arm around the limping girl’s shoulder. Their shelter for the night was close, but in this storm comforting words were useless, and in this darkness pointing forwards was futile.

With a sigh, she mentally expelled her exhaustion and stood tall against the onslaught of the cruel weather. If they truly were as close as she estimated, it shouldn’t take very long to reach. She reached out a glove-clad hand to take the sodden pack from the girl’s shoulder, hoisting it onto her own. Snow whipped across their vision as she rubbed her trainee’s arm to reinforce the young maid’s determination, before turning back around to guide them further into the blizzard. No matter what, they must keep moving.

The small party of women made painfully slow progress, fighting the deafening power of nature. It felt like with each step, twice as much energy was drained from them as should be. They used large stuck-out rocks as handholds, pulling themselves forward. Weapons dug into the deep snow as anchors, holding the frail ships in place as they edged up the face of the mountain.

In front, their leader felt a stirring around her wrist. In her mind, a silent voice suddenly started to speak, cutting clear through the howling winds.

‘You won’t make it at this pace, you know. I can feel your strength slowly dropping, imagine how it is for her. She’s only been a maid for two months.’
The woman gritted her teeth. ‘Then don’t waste my energy on chattering. Keep the fire burning, I don’t want to lose one of them.’
The voice laughed, ‘Ha! Then why aren’t you back there, holding their hands and hoisting them onto your back? I know of your strength better than most, you could manage it easily even now.’
‘Because,’ she argued, ‘that would render everything up to this point meaningless. I took the responsibility of training them properly. I don’t have the luxury of stepping in and carrying them when the going gets tough.’
‘The going got tough a long time ago, don’t you think? These conditions are near apocalyptic…’
The woman stopped and huffed into her tightly wrapped scarf. ‘It’ll be impossible for them to survive on missions if they can’t even handle the weather.’
‘But they won’t be alone in the tough missions, we never were! They have fellow maids to help them, otherwise we’d lose more maids per year than we gained!’
‘I suppose so…’

The voice changed from her energetic tone to one more motherly and soft, taking on the attributes of her combat partner. ‘Help them, Andromeda. Just a little. Kasumi is hurt, she won’t be able to train for months if she suffers any more. Just this once, you can bail them out.’
She sighed, resigning herself to her better conscience. ‘I can never argue with you when you take that tone…’

She tugged her sword’s tip out of the ground and pointed it forwards. With almost effortless will, she pictured her desire and watched the snow gather around the tip. It froze in place and joined together, moving outwards as more snow hit it. A shield of ice began to build itself into existence, blocking the wind from battering her young maids. Crystalline shapes formed at the edge of the surface, breaking off into the nothingness of thin air and giving it the look of an icy shard explosion, frozen in time. Once completed, she shook the awkward shield with a sharp pull and all the snow that had already built up on it was swept away by the winds. A perfect, transparent ice shield was left behind, moulded to the blade and formed out of the very weather around them.

‘This should do, right?’ she inquired, but the voice did not answer. A content dormancy was all she sensed from within her bracer, which would do for now. The company pressed on, clambering awkwardly and lifting their legs high up to wade through the drifts. More than once, someone lost their footing and slipped forwards, only to stretch out their hands and miraculously regain their balance. Through sheer luck alone, no one fell to their death. Andromeda’s fear of losing one of them only built with each passing minute, a motivator which kept her legs moving through the waves of snow. She led the haphazard party around an outcropping of slate stone, half buried in the blizzard’s remains. Before her eyes a dark patch of rock stained the mountainside, not giving off the same reflective light as the snow-buried ground around it. She smiled in genuine relief, gazing at the welcoming cave entrance which stood harsh against the waves of snow.

With a renewed sense of spirit, she turned to face her girls. Each one looked to be nearing the end of their tether, but they’d make it. Just about. She willed the fire to burn brighter, more than perhaps was necessary, but it did the trick. The girls kept pace with her as she sped up a little, pushing her large ice shield through the snowstorm almost as an afterthought to the act of walking itself. The cave loomed large and wide, a welcoming chasm that would provide plenty of shelter where they could wait the storm out. Andromeda looked back at her followers to assess their condition. The two unhurt maids had taken their comrade and put her arms around their shoulders, making up for her lack of strength by substituting their own, despite Kasumi’s protests. It might have been against her wishes, but it was clear to all that she wouldn’t be able to walk on it properly and getting out of the blizzard was priority. As a four, they hurried inside as fast as their weary legs could carry them. Andromeda tugged her sword free of the ice encasing it, which shattered into fragments on the cold ground. The blade twirled between her fingers and stopped point-down at the threshold of the cave like a magic staff targeting its subject.

The interior was afforded a feeling of comparative tranquillity, now freed from the hostile elements of the outside. No bitter snow lashed at them in here. No forces of wind pushed back at their every move. They all safely collapsed, exhaling loudly and dropping to their knees or sitting down.

One by one, they removed their hoods and scarves, pulled down their coverings and breathed in air uninhibited by fabric. Their leader threw her scarf to one side, removing her coat and letting her long purple hair flow out again, though still tied in a ponytail. Her face is flushed red from tiredness and her body’s valiant efforts to keep her warm. She breathed heavily, looking at her students with her left eye, her right obscured by a jet-black eyepatch.  She watched as the girls tended to their wounded friend, exposing her leg and setting about the healing process. As they bandaged her leg, the veteran maid shuffled through their bags to find some barely dry wood next to the fire-starter kit. The cloth was unfortunately soaked through, but in a couple of hours it might have dried out enough to be usable to maintain the flame. A fire was hastily constructed for them to sit around and lit with a touch from the hilt of the fire-emitting sword before it goes dark for the night.

‘Kasumi,’ their leader called to the wounded girl, ‘sit closer to the fire. The warmth will heal you faster.’
She nodded, shivering. ‘Y-yes, M-Miss Andromeda.’
A gentle, but nonetheless short laugh followed. ‘Just Andromeda is fine. Suki, how bad is her leg?’
Kasumi shuffled towards the fire a little bit as her twin sister focused on her leg. Using her adept healing skills, she began to mend the torn muscle and encouraged a steadier blood flow. She didn’t even look up as she replied to her commander, instead choosing to smile and keep working.
‘She’ll be fine, won’t you Kasumi? Just don’t walk on it for a couple of hours. And sleep while we’re here.’

Kasumi huffed her agreement, still panting as she recovered her breath. She wouldn’t have to be told twice to sleep, not with her evident exhaustion. Andromeda nodded approvingly to them both and turned her attention to the last of the trio, assessing her with her blue eye.
‘You should all rest. Including you, Johanna. I’ll keep watch until you drift off, but only because protocol says so. You’re safe in here and the ice barrier won’t be broken down by this storm. My ice can withstand grenade blasts, a little flurry won’t put a single crack in it.’
True to her word, the ice was holding remarkably, though snow was building up outside it and sealing them from the outside darkness. They would have to dig their way out in the morning, but Andromeda wasn’t worried. With crystalline manipulation, she could virtually will a tunnel to form for their convenience, though it was Lyceum tradition to let the newbies work their own way out of the snow.
Johanna slumped dejectedly against the slate wall, her ears drooping. The dog-girl was quite loud and expressive from what Andromeda had seen of her, but the strain had affected her mood enough to calm her down for once. She sat as calm as the other two, obediently following the unspoken order to relax. Together, they sat around the fire and warmed themselves, staving off the biting chill of the permanent winter in these parts.

Andromeda looked around the cave. It had been a while since she was last forced to take refuge up here. The spot was a known safe space in the mountains when training recruits, used in cases such as these for waiting out sudden storms, or as an overnight stopping point on treks. To keep the experience realistic to future missions though, no supplies were stored in the back of its reaches. Maids would have to survive on whatever they had and whatever their wits could conjure. Though mercifully it was at least kept free of bears. Their party would have had a tough time against an angry mother and her cubs in their current condition. The cave stretched back about twenty metres, comparatively smaller than other lyceum rest points but an important one regardless. The rock faces were smooth, tilted at an angle until they met at the top in a point, with small clusters of broken rock dotting the floor. Slate mountains were good for making camp in as their forms were much more regular and less jagged than others, making them much nicer for sitting down and sleeping in.

‘Mi-…Andromeda?’ Kasumi spoke up, hoisting herself on one elbow to sit up while half leaning against her sister’s lap. Her shadow flickered large behind her, projected back against the cave wall by the fire. ‘Do you have….a story you could tell? You must have some to tell at times like this, given how long you’ve been a maid...’
Andromeda turned her attention back to her maids and chuckled openly, sitting back against the rock wall of the cave. Stories? Yes, she had many. From her early days of becoming a maid, the missions she had been sent on, the people she had met and some that she had lost. Any maid who lived beyond ten years was virtually a celebrity known by face most of the world over. Andromeda and some of her fellow maids had been in the field for nigh on seventeen now, nearing the end of their terms. Some had already retired, hanging up their engines for the next generation, though a few still remained to take on the harder tasks. Like training the new recruits, for example.

‘I can’t deny that I know a great many things that would pass for entertaining storytelling. Though most you’ll discover for yourself on your journeys as maids and shouldn’t be mentioned beforehand. It would ruin the surprise, don’t you think?’
Her smile was firm, but kind. Despite her position, Andromeda secretly loved training the new maids. Each one was a new face willing to protect their home, and regardless her reasons to begin with, she felt a kinship with that mentality increasing in her ongoing years.
Kasumi was not to be so easily dissuaded, though, ‘T-then, do you have any stories you can tell? Just until sleep comes, then we’ll stop listening, promise!’
‘A story I can tell…’ the maid pondered for a bit, rubbing her engine-clad wrist unconsciously.
‘I may have one. A fairy tale I knew as a younger woman, a child even. It’s always been a favourite of mine, though I could never pinpoint why. Something about it just feels…nostalgic. Relatable, I suppose you could say.’
Kasumi nodded excitedly. Suki and Johanna were looking to their leader as well, interested to hear what fairy tales a famous maid of the Lyceum of Akkierens was told as a girl. Faint reflections of the firelight danced in their eyes as the mood turns finally from the cold outside to the comfort and warmth of a small group around a campfire. Andromeda relaxed against her sheathed sword. She untied her ponytail, letting her hair flow freely down her back. She swept her fringe to one side, covering the eyepatch and almost hiding it entirely under her soft purple hair. Looking down for a few moments, she chose her first words carefully, and began her story.
‘This is the tale of The Emerald and the Amethyst.’

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Chapter Two: Once Upon A Time
According to old women’s gossip, alcohol-filled tavern tales and the whispers of ne’er-do-wells, there was once a great city not so far from Akkierens. A hub of wealth, prosperity and dreams, rivalling and in some stories far exceeding that of its neighbour. The people lived long and satisfied lives, generations building upon their ancestors’ fortune to expand each one’s own small kingdom. The rulers were fair to all men regardless of status. Even the poor of society, who were by no means poor compared to the poverty of other cities, had a firm standing within the community and were respected. Everyone was kind and helped anyone in need, never taking their own gains in life for granted, large as they were.

Their plants, animals and even the weather itself smiled upon the city. Evergreens populated the forests at the borders of the civilisation. Livestock was plentiful, and pets lived to ages near matching their owners. The seasons were in perfect balance to please the eye; summers were long and winters short, with bursts of life transforming the fields in spring and dying in wondrous arrays of golden browns through autumn. Rain fell enough to sustain the land but never flood it. Everyone who lived there agreed that this city was paradise. The name of this city was Caelia.

Within this city of prosperity lived a young girl with long purple hair and bold blue eyes. She was the daughter of the king and queen of Cealia, loved by all the people. The city was safe enough to allow the little princess to walk the streets by herself with no guards, so she often spent her days in town playing with the other children and visiting the commoners. In particular, she often spent her time playing with a young boy, who was the son of a famous doctor in Caelia. The two of them would run through the streets, his choppy green hair contrasting her violaceous braids. As they laughed their days away.

To the horror of her parents, the princess often spent her evenings in the local taverns, sitting on the bar counter and listening to the stories of the older folk who had indulged in a pint too many. Merry recounting of alcohol-embezzled acts of heroism filled her nights, listening wide-eyed to the incredible tales. Before long, the princess herself wished she could go on an adventure like the ones that the old men told her in the drinking houses. She dreamed of visiting magical lands and seeing wondrous sights. She wanted to save her friends and city from danger. And she wanted to meet a dashing young man and fall in love. Mixtures and variations of these dreams lived in her head and occupied her thoughts for many days, until her first adventure came upon her on her twelfth birthday.

Night had gently descended upon Caelia. The young princess was home for the day, relaxing on her bed high up in the castle’s living quarters. She was happily buttoned up in her pyjamas and ready for bed, having brushed her teeth, said goodnight to everyone and read herself a small section of her bedtime storybook.

‘Goodnight!’ She called out to the empty room, triggering the command for lights-out. Her bedroom grew dark all around her as the computing system dimmed her lights and drew the curtains, allowing a sliver of space at the window for the sun to shine through in the morning. Satisfied that everything was as it should be, the princess shuffled down in her bed to pull the blanket over her, resting on the welcome comfort of the neatly laid out pillows.

And this would have been all that happened until morning, if not for the noise outside. Some hours after going to sleep, the young girl woke to the sound of a tap-tapping on the stained glass. The sharp pinpricks of sound convinced her that it was a small bird attempting to get in. After all, it was far too high up to be a person. Her mother had said a bird had flown in through an open window just last week, and the princess wanted to make friends with this one. She did so love animals. So up she sat and threw back her blanket. Her bare feet padded along the carpet to the window, which was just low enough for her to reach and open. But when she got there, she saw the tap-tapping was not being made by a bird at all.

With a gasp, she stared out at the small, glowing creature knocking on a pane of the old stained glass. Her wings were folded behind her back, though her slim figure and simple dress were not enough to hide them. Her fiery red hair accented the glow, making the small being look more akin to a lit matchstick. Her bright eyes were no different; as small as they were, they shone with an intellectual wit that commanded wonder and amazement from all who were lucky enough to gaze back into them. Hurriedly, the princess pulled open the window and allowed the fairy to flutter into her bedroom, which it did. A single loop of the room left a faint glowing trail behind her before she landed on the bedtime storybook and perched on the spine, crossing one leg over the other. She held an arm out in the direction of the princess’ bed, indicating for her to sit down.

The young girl did as she was told, sitting on the edge of her bed and looking intently at the fairy. She had so many questions she wanted to ask! Where did the fairy come from? How many of them were there? Did she get wishes? Wait, that wasn’t fairies…was it?! Yet despite her rush of thoughts, all she could manage to say was ‘Y-you’re not a bird…’
The fairy laughed, her shrill chuckle tinkling like a chime in the air. ‘No! No I am not! I am Ruby!’
‘Ruby…’ the princess echoed the small voice, ‘W-where do you come from, Ruby?’
‘Oh,’ the fairy began, wide-eyed and mysterious, ‘Far away! Very far away! I have flown for a long time to reach you!’
‘M-me?’ The girl was confused. Yes she was a princess, but she was still only a little girl!
‘Adults aren’t any fun!’ Ruby explained with a laugh, reading the expression on the princess’ bewildered face. ‘Though actually, I’ve come for an important reason: a birthday present! Every boy or girl in the royal family gets visited by a fairy when they turn twelve. It’s the job of the fairy in charge at the time. We take them on their first adventure!’

At the word ‘adventure’, the little girl’s eyes somehow grew wider. This was the chance she had dreamed of! ‘So does that mean you’re in charge?’
The small being fluttered her wings and hovered in the air, sweeping her arm downwards in a low bow.
‘Ruby of Ophelia, seventeenth Queen of the Fairies and ruler of the Valley of Shining Stars. Pleased to meet you, young princess!’
‘T-the pleasure is mine!’ she stammered in return, standing up from the bed and curtsying like she had learned in etiquette lessons. Ruby clapped her tiny hands together in a quiet applause.
‘Very good! Now that pleasantries are done, I think we should get a move on! The night will be over before we know it, and we have somewhere to be long before that happens!’
Her small wings carried her forwards until she was level with the princess’ face. ‘Take my hand. We need to get outside in a flash!’

The girl held out her own hand, which was about the size of Ruby’s entire body. When the tip of her finger touched the fairy’s hand, the world suddenly changed around her. With a swoosh, her room vanished from her sight. She felt like she was both flying and falling at the same time, the fear and excitement fighting over which emotion she should feel most. All too quickly the sensation was gone, replaced by the soft whispering of trees and hard cobblestone path of the forest just outside the castle grounds. Looking down, the princess saw that her feed had been adorned in beautiful slippers of warm fur and around her shoulders an elegant coat had been draped. She slipped her arms into the sleeves and found it fit perfectly.
‘Call it another birthday present!’ Ruby called happily from on top of the girl’s head. She hopped off and flew a metre out in front, the glow of her body lighting their path. ‘But before we go, I think our adventuring party needs another member!’

A tuft of shaggy green hair, bathed silver in the light of the moon, stuck out from behind a tree. The girl’s friend from town, the doctor’s son, was already here and waiting. Despite the greyscale of the world around them, the princess could see that he was dressed in his finest waistcoat and trousers. Over them, he wore a long blazer-like jacket that she hadn’t seen before. Its buttons sparkled in the half-light, making them look like they were made of solid gold.

Ruby flew over to the boy and led him towards the princess, once more clapping her hands in her own apparent delight.
‘Wonderful! Now we have three! All the best things happen in threes. I have two hundred and ninety-nine sisters, don’t you know!’
‘That’s more than three,’ the princess noted.
‘Three, three hundred, what’s the difference?’ Ruby didn’t seem particularly bothered. ‘It’s got a three in it, so three hundred is just a hundred times better!’
‘How did you become queen if you have so many sisters?’ the girl asked.
‘Rock paper scissors!’ the fairy boasted proudly. ‘The coronation tournament took simply ages!’

The two children walked on through the still forest, Ruby guiding their footsteps and telling them both all about life as a fairy. ‘It’s great for moving around! We might be small, but we can fly fast! And when your wings get tired, you can walk. And then when your legs are tired, your wings are ready to fly again!’
The fairy looped and twirled, showering the path and the children with sparkles of crimson light. She danced across leaves, picking berries from the high vines and dropping them down to the children with a giggle.
‘R-Ruby,’ the princess spoke up, ‘Where are we going?’
The Queen of the fairies slapped her hands to her cheeks in surprise. ‘Oh, heavens! Did I not say?’
‘Well, you said we were going on an adventure…but where are adventures found? Are there any in Caelia?’

‘My dear princess,’ Ruby smiled, coming to a stop on the young girl’s outstretched palm. ‘Adventures are everywhere! You could have an adventure every day just by walking outside and letting your feet take you where they please. The whole world is an adventure, just waiting to happen! But this adventure…’ she tapped a dainty finger to her nose, ‘this adventure is a special adventure. A grand adventure that only the young princess and her trusted friend may experience! We’re going to see the edge of the world!’
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Chapter Three: A Magical Adventure
The woodland path was remarkably well-kept. The trio had left the cobblestone path about ten minutes before, but the soft ground was still in excellent condition. The princess wondered if maybe it was an animal trail, and maybe they would see some deer or a fox, but the peaceful sleep of the forest maintained its calm nature. Even the branches overhead seemed to have grown to permit travellers under their boughs. Trees marked the edges of the path, their limbs outstretched to form an arched canopy. Bushes of various species coated the forest floor, providing shelter for the smaller animals and leaving behind a fine dusting of leaves and twigs for birds to build homes with.

A breeze washed over the forest as Ruby fluttered in front of the young boy.
‘Here!’
She held out a necklace to him which was made of flower heads from the forest floor.
‘It’s a good luck charm! It will help you keep the princess safe!’
The boy blushed but accepted the fragile present. He tried to put it on, but the fairy’s handiwork was too small to fit around his head. Ruby pondered the predicament, her legs crossed as she fluttered around him.
‘A flower headband it is then!’ she declared with a click of her tiny fingers. ‘Problem solved! And it matches your coat so nicely!’
She puffed out her chest with pride, hands on hips in a heroic victory pose. The young princess giggled at the sight, looking up at the intertwined trees above.
‘Ruby, how far is it to the edge of the world?’
The fairy hummed a shrill hum, placing a finger to her chin. ‘It depends which way you go! From here, it could be anywhere between three days and two minutes.’
‘How can it be so far and yet so little?’ the girl inquired.

The Queen of the Fairies sat on her shoulder. ‘Humans, little princess, are funny creatures. They can miss things that are right in front of them if they don’t know where to look! They get caught up in their ideas and plans, which usually leaves them worse off than if they’d just started walking! See us now? We’re just walking, so we’re pretty close to what we want. But you can’t get to the edge of the world just like that! Otherwise everyone would do it.’
‘Then how do you get to it if you can’t walk there?’

‘Oh, you can walk there, sure. But the edge of the world is a magical place. It doesn’t have a map or a path leading to it. So the chances are that if you think you are getting close to it, you are probably going the wrong way! You have to let your heart lead you, not your head.’
The girl paused.
‘I…see…’
‘Of course,’ Ruby continued, ‘That’s just humans. Fairies know the way like the back of their hand!’
The boy tripped over his feet and staggered forwards a short way. The princess looked down, and saw that their once clear path had vanished from under them, replaced with roots and moss-covered rocks.
‘The path…it’s gone!’
‘And that’s how you know we’re going the right way!’ the fairy exclaimed in joy.
‘Ruby, what’s the edge of the world like?’
‘The edge of the world is a sacred place for all magical creatures. We travel to it once every full moon usually, but the queen gets to visit more often! It’s the most beautiful place in all Caelia, but you’re about to see it for yourself. So why ruin the surprise with mere words when soon you’ll be living it first-hand?’
‘Is it more or less than two minutes away?’
Ruby laughed heartily, her crystal voice singing through the air.
‘I will admit I take a more scenic route! I like to get to know the next prince or princess before we arrive.’
‘Have you ever not shown someone the edge of the world?’
‘Once or twice,’ the fairy nodded, ‘Some people wouldn’t have found what they need there, so I turned them around quite carefully. For those people though, the adventure isn’t the destination, it’s the journey. You though, young princess, I think you would get something from both! Even when you’re at a young age, it’s possible to tell these things if you’ve been around enough humans. And I make it habit to check in on royalty before I make an official call!’
The princess tried to look over at Ruby, surprised. ‘You’ve been watching me?’
‘Indeed, young princess. You’re quite the character! I do so love sitting in the taverns and listening to stories with you.’
‘You were with me in the taverns? How come I’ve never seen you? Can fairies go invisible?’
‘Some can,’ the queen agreed, ‘though I just sit in lanterns and pretend to be a flame. Like I said, it’s amazing what humans miss when they aren’t looking for it! Speaking of which, here we are.’

Ruby jumped off the princess’ shoulder and flew on ahead, guiding the pair of children like a will-o’-the-wisp towards their goal. Beyond her, the forest started to diminish. Trees became less densely packed, breaking away to reveal more grassy surroundings. The terrain sloped upwards into a steep hill about 20ft high, clearing the heights of the trees and giving a view of the entire area. The rugged ground of roots and rocks melted back into a smooth dirt and grass surface, helping the children to climb with their increasingly weary legs. The fairy fluttered between them both excitedly, offering encouragement and adding more petals and grass blades to the boy’s flower headband.

‘Just at the top of the hill! You’re almost there! Don’t lose any of those petals, now!’
Together, the princess and the doctor’s son scrambled to the summit of their own personal mountain. Their legs screamed out for rest, but the end was so close. The steep hill began to recline as they climbed to the top.

Pushing their young bodies to their limits, the children eventually made it to the top of the small hill. They rested their hands on their knees, hunched over to recover from their climb. But a single look upwards and all the breath they had regained was stolen away in again. Their eyes grew wide and amazed, and Ruby’s elated voice chimed out from between them as they gazed at the sky.
‘Here it is! The edge of the world!’

From the ground some twenty metres away and stretching all the way up as high as any of them could see was a wall of morphing, swirling, twisting light. It burst out towards them in gentle shades of green and purple and red leaving traces of its shifting shape behind. Each colour was like its own being, playfully intertwining with the others and bathing the surroundings in its own colour before slipping back into the spectrum of the mid-air pool. Starlight was amplified through its shining form, splitting and flooding the hillside in pinpricks of glowing warmth which danced around the boy and the girl as the fairy flew upwards to add her light to the spectacle.

The two children watched in wonder as the queen of the fairies held out her hands, and the light seemed to dance around her, swimming through the sky in a dazzling orbit. Ruby grasped the green in one hand and the red in the other and pulled. From out of the light, two small fairy-sized bodies were formed, and they began to morph their fellow luminous shapes into a host of similar creatures. The night was suddenly populated with a joyous party of magical beings, all dancing and some singing in beautiful melody and harmony.

The princess and the boy were surrounded by the small fairy-like forms, who danced and joined hands around them. They sang and span carefree, emitting happiness from their very souls which filled the children with joy and excitement. The boy offered his hand to the girl, who smiled broadly and took it, and they began to dance in a circle as well. Ruby cheered and clapped as the princess and the doctor’s son danced with the light at the edge of the world, leading the light in a swirling spiral overhead, where they all met at a point in the sky. She took out a small piccolo and began to fill the air with a sweet tune, bringing a new layer of magic to the group. The children of light twirled and flew into the air with her notes, bursting like a flower in bloom and collecting around the boy and the girl to start the dance again.

The small, shining festival went on for some time. The children danced and span, the light sang and the fairy flew overhead, circling them and playing her piccolo. It wasn’t until the first shades of orange painted the horizon that their joyous party came to a close. The beings of light joined hands and merged into the twisting shapes, vanishing into the sunlight as it spilled onto the hilltop. Ruby settled down and folded her wings in, resting on the princess’ shoulder.

‘I love the birthday celebrations! If only they went on for more than one night, but I think both you two and myself are quite tired out. Let’s get you back home, shall we?’

With a click of her tiny fingers, the girl’s world turned upside down again. When it reshaped, she was back in her bedroom, sitting in her own bed. Her new slippers were by the side of the bedpost, and her comfy new coat was hung on a hook next to the door. Ruby was perched on her storybook again, resting her elbows on her knees and admiring the young princess.
‘T-thank you for the birthday present!’
‘I thought you might like it!’ the fairy beamed, ‘and I’m sure we’ll see each other again soon. Especially now that you know where I hide in the drinking houses! But for now, it is time that both you and I had some sleep, little one. I bid you goodnight and sweet dreams!’
‘Goodnight!’ the princess smiled, waving as Ruby got up and fluttered out of the still-open window, shutting it behind her and vanishing into the dawn.
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Epilogue: They All Lived Happily Ever After
Andromeda watched over her maids, smiling to herself as they slept. Johanna and Suki had fallen asleep quickly, soothed by the maid’s calming voice, but somehow Kasumi had managed to hold on until almost the end. No doubt she would have to retell the conclusion later on for the girl’s enjoyment, but there were greater hardships in life.
‘I think it’s high time I followed the princess’ lead and caught forty winks myself!’ she chuckled.
Her engine stirred faintly, an ambient glow warming her arm as the dying embers of the fire released the last of their light.
‘You got the story wrong again,’ the silent voice said in a sleepy tone.
‘Call it artistic licence,’ Andromeda replied, brushing her fringe absent-mindedly. She arranged a dry satchel at the bottom of the sword’s sheath and leant onto it, nodding at the acceptable level of comfort it offered.
‘But it’s my favourite part!’ the engine protested, ‘you always change that part!’
‘Well, I can’t just tell people what the city was really called, can I? It would ruin some of the magic!’
‘I think Syllara is a plenty magical name’, the voice huffed, going quiet and letting the maid finally get some rest.
‘So do I,’ she answered aloud, folding her arms over her torso and drifting swiftly to sleep.
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Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: rellimkram on March 15, 2018, 04:35:40 am
That was enjoyable. It was like a drunken recounting of a drug-induced fever dream that was preceded by binge-watching Andromeda's old childhood home videos on a CRT screen surrounded by magnets~ :D
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Revontulet on March 15, 2018, 03:04:40 pm
Just for clarification - I need time (if I can with all my work) today to finish Duke's entry.  I shall announce the winner soon :)
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Revontulet on March 19, 2018, 10:51:54 am
And so, after a busy weekend I have read the last entry, so without further delay thr winner of the contest is...

Spoiler

MEG.

This was rather hard because many people brought in the FEELS. Particular props to Duke for his adorable story that not only pandered (albeit not on purpose) to my like ot subtle childhoodfriend pairings, but for appearance of Kasumi, Suki, and Johanna (not to mention a cute fairy). Also thanks to Arra for going contrarian by doing something NOT MRPG related and also art.
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Thanks for participating, and I hope you all had a good Valentines/White Day. Or in the case of Saturday, St. Paddys :)
Title: Re: Valentine's Day 18 Contest - Best HS Waifu/OTP
Post by: Arraxis on March 20, 2018, 02:28:58 am
Congrats on the win, Meli! That was a very cute story :D