Miru Kim

|||| Detective Conan | Case Closed ||||

• KaitoShiho Oneshots Shiho | Haibara & Kaito | Kaitou Kid

a collection of KaitoShiho one-shots.

• n i n e

a series of fanfics centering my ships involving Miyano Shiho/Ai Haibara

1. A Little More Brave Shiho | Haibara & Shinichi | Conan

If only her hands weren't shaking.

2. A Million Ends Shiho | Haibara & Shinichi | Conan

Saying "I love you" to him would probably never happen. When did she start loving him despite knowing this will bring a million deaths?

|||| Lookism ||||

• An Unexpected Trio Mary, Vin, and Zack

the becoming of an unexpected trio

• Bow to the Empress

Mary Kim is an ordinary student in an ordinary school. Accompanied with a jerk for a childhood friend, a big-eared guy for a potential love interest, an eccentric gang leader with his equally eccentric gang, and a few more normal people.

Scratch that. Nothing is normal in this story.

• Will it work on girls too? Mary & Crystal

Mary Kim teaches her students the ways of love and sees a sad Crystal.



|||| Magic Kaito ||||

• KaitoShiho Oneshots Shiho | Haibara & Kaito | Kaitou Kid

a collection of KaitoShiho one-shots.

• n i n e

a series of fanfics centering my ships involving Miyano Shiho/Ai Haibara

1. Brimmed Shiho | Haibara & Kaito | Kaitou Kid

And there he is, the reason for these brimmed feelings.

2. Hereafter Shiho | Haibara & Kaito | Kaitou Kid

Shiho wonders how Kaito is beautiful — a thing that she will never say out loud.

3. June Twenty-First Shiho | Haibara & Kaito | Kaitou Kid

Shiho will never forget him as long as she lives.

4. Made Me Like This Shiho | Haibara & Kaito | Kaitou Kid

This is all Kaito Kid's fault.

5. Kind of Detective Shiho | Haibara & Saguru

Hakuba Saguru is the kind of detective who lists downs people he doesn't understand; she stands atop them all.

6. Vermilion Shiho | Haibara & Saguru

She could not pretend everything happening is good.

7. Going Gauche Shiho | Haibara & Kaito | Kaitou Kid

She felt her back covered with warmth when he stood with her in the rain.



|||| Mobile Legends ||||

• Cadia Riverlands Series

1. If Walls Could Talk Guinevere and Granger

Struck by the fiery sting of betrayal, Wanwan decided to stay and train as one of the Oriental Fighters in order to protect her homeland, even if it is from her once closest friend --- the Black Dragon.

2. More Than A Shot Guinevere and Granger

GranEvere oneshots.

3. Trouvaille Guinevere and Granger

What Guinevere Baroque wants more than anything else is freedom. After finding herself in an arranged marriage, she strikes a deal to find a man within a year with her father, instead she finds solace in a poetic musician.

|||| Moriarty the Patriot ||||

• The Woman; A friend

John remembers Irene Adler as he listens to Sherlock's playing.

• Raise Your Head Irene & William

Irene Adler meets the mastermind.



|||| Spirit Fingers ||||

• Spirit Fingers Sarah & Adam

What's yours will find you.



|||| Who Made Me a Princess ||||

• Yellow Jennette & Lucas

"She was in a yellow dress. When I saw her mellow face. . . Then I realised my favorite colour." - Mukmay Aashique

|||| Your Throne au ||||

Your Name

"I want you to speak my name like its the last words you'll every say." - A. Bentley

Psyche Callista and Medea Solon are experiencing a strange, random phenomenon in which they occasionally switch bodies for a day at a time, and then can't remember what happened while they were switched.

• Weathering with You

A runaway boy mets and befriends a lonely girl who can heal and control the weather.

• A Silent Voice

Elementary student Eros Orna Vasilios bullies another student with impaired hearing and seeks to met her years later to make amends.

• Hotarubi no Mori e

Psyche Callista spends every summer at the Solon Duchy's mountain forest with her strange, mask-wearing, supernatural friend named Dekis.

|||| Your Throne ||||

• Alpas Psyche and Dekis

Alpas

(v.) to become free, to break loose

• Kairos Psyche and Helio

"When the sun whispers goodbye in soft gold, it hugs the earth as one beautiful soul." — Angie Weiland-Crosby

• Psithurism Psyche and Eros

The wind brought them to each other.

|||| Your Throne Series ||||

• Tales of the Throne

1. Tale of Psyche: Fairest of Them All

Long ago, a girl dreamed.

2. Tale of Medea: Witch of Vasilios

Once upon a time, a genius was born once in a millennium.

3. Tale of Helio: Sun Conqueror

There was once a boy who lost everything.

4. Tale of Perion: Cardinal Oracle

In a place somewhere Vasilios, a boy was found.

5. Tale of Eros: God of Love

A long time ago, a boy coveted.

6. Tale of Dekis: Good Son

Once upon a time ago, a boy ran.

by LonelierEmperor

on-going. slow updates.

Tale of Psyche: Fairest of Them All

Tale of Medea: Witch of Vasilios

Tale of Helio: Sun Conqueror

Tale of Perion: Cardinal Oracle

Tale of Eros: God of Love

Tale of Dekis: Good Son

Heya, @fritzdonnegan! This is your long-requested Lookism fanfic idea. I hope you enjoy it!

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Mary Kim was surprised when Zoe Park and Joy Hong had approached her suddenly during lunch. She is never particularly close to either of the two, but pride and excitement rushed over her when she heard the cause of the two girls' distress.

"So you wanna know how to get a guy to like you? So who are the lucky boys?" She grinned at their flushed faces and watch them stutter incoherent words. So, this is the reason why these two decided to seek out her knowledge. "Th-that's a secret!"

Mary flipped her hair. It wasn't her business, and she's not the type of person to invade others' privacy. She flashed them a smile before telling them the ways of Mary Kim, The Empress of Two Seconds.

Lunchtime came near to its end. Mary watched the chaos ensuing in the cafeteria. Mary had sold her book, "How to Get a Girl to Like You" well—with the majority of its buyers from Burn Knuckles. As she handed a copy of her book to a meister, she turned to look at her love-struck students let out a grin.

In the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a saddened face of a girl. She followed the girl's line of sight and shook her head. Looks like her student has a competitor in love.

Mary made up her mind to give her a copy of her book. Deciding to approach the girl, she heard the students around her gossiping and gushing about her.

"Isn't Crystal so pretty?"

Crystal. What a befitting name. Not that she'll admit it easily.

"Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends."

- Hafiz

Selcouth

(adj.)

unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet marvelous

Psyche let out a yelp as her body jolted forward; arms reaching out only to catch the cold, empty air. Sweat rolled down from her pale face. Her lithe chest rapidly ascending and descending, mouth gasping desperately for air.

She remembered the agony of suffocation, her consciousness slowly departing away, and her body going numb as she sank deeper into the fountain's cerulean void with Lady Medea in her arms-

Psyche blinked.

Lady Medea in her arms?

Green eyes snapped open; her fingers held unto her temples, trying to recall what happened next in her dream. It was all blurry.

Forcing herself to remember was not the best thing to do. Her mind refused to cooperate, and forceful recollection would only cause more confusion and pain.

Sighing, she looked up — unsuccessful and disheartened — when the realization finally struck her. She drew a breath.

Everything wasn't a dream.

Face, pale-stricken, as dread filled her being; her body trembled in aghast. She shook her head as questions flooded her mind.

How did I survive? Who saved me? Is Lady Medea alright-

Psyche stopped her train of thoughts when she finally digested her surroundings. She let out a small sound and looked frantically around the room, gaping at the unfamiliar environment.

She was in a room — most likely a bedroom, judging from the bed and the essentials placed in the room. It was rather a large room, luxurious and designed in dark shades with the never-missing color purple. It was so different from her bedroom, but strangely she feels secure in this place.

Yet, anxiety didn't fail to bubble in the pit of her stomach. Confusion and alarm consumed her body. And . . . body! Even her very own body feels foreign!

"What's going on?" She asked to no one in particular. The voice that came out of her mouth was familiar, relieving away a significant amount of stress from her current situation. Yet she could not put her finger on why it was familiar.

She let out a giggle. "Silly, Psyche. It's your voice. Of course, it's familiar."

Her smile faded when she remembered where she is at. Her slim fingers reached for the silk bedsheets and grabbed into them tight, curling her legs against her heaving chest. Her chin rested atop her knees as she took deep breaths in an attempt to regain composure. "Clear your head, Psyche. Think."

But she could not think. All she wanted to do is to weep, close her eyes, and sleep her feelings away.

Psyche willed herself to calm down. In the corner of her eye, she caught sight of something shining. She turned her head to the object. It was the bedroom's mirror sitting on top of the vanity table, with the moon's light reflected dimly on its glass. She gazed at the transparent object before deciding to rise from the comfortable bed, taking a blanket to wrap around her body from the cold.

She took small steps towards the mirror; her eyes never leaving the object. The moon's light shone down from the creaks of the window, she came to face her figure.

She brought a palm to her cheek as she gasped in surprise. Purple hair dangled from her shoulders, and purple eyes stared back in the mirror's surface.

The face and body she's seeing in the mirror are none other than Lady Medea's.

"Strange," she uttered. "in the mirror, I see Lady Medea."

Her heart clenched as the events that happened made their way into her mind.

Oh, right. Lady Medea and I switched bodies. How could I forget?. . I still think of everything as a surreal dream.

A voice behind her back broke her thoughts. "You should be resting."

Psyche yelped at the sound, immediately facing front; her hands gripping the edge of the vanity table. The room was dimly lit, and the only source of light — from the moon outside — was not enough to catch sight of the other person in the room. "Who are you? Where are my servants? What happened at the temple?"

The stranger did not answer her, instead, he walked towards her — his steps silent and steady. Psyche gripped the edge of the vanity table tighter. Her body tensed in apprehension, ready to grab the nearest thing to defend herself from the suspicious stranger.

Is this person an assassin sent to kill me, His Highness the Crown Prince's fiancée? Did he bring me to this place?

Psyche was ready to cry in fright until the light shone down to reveal his face. A tall, handsome man with side-swept wavy, white hair stared down at her frame. Psyche felt herself exhaling in relief as she took in Marquess Helio's unusually comforting visage. It was nice to see a familiar face despite the coldness in his purple eyes.

His stretched-out hand was holding something — a glass of water. Psyche blinked at the thing he's holding before looking at him. "Is that for me?" She pointed herself.

Helio remained silent and kept staring at Psyche. Feeling pressured, she reluctantly thanked him, taking the glass of water from his hand and brought it to her lips. The cool liquid trickled down her throat made her realize that she had been thirsty and finished drinking it in one go. Smiling at him, Psyche placed the glass of water on the table and thanked him once again — more gratefully albeit the initial reluctance.

"Why are you still here, my lord?"

Lord Helio had come earlier that night and revealed that he knew the switching of their bodies. Why is he still here?

"You should be resting," Helio repeated his words, walking forward to hold Psyche's blanket and placed it on her shoulders the second time that night. "Come." He said, turning his head towards the bed.

Psyche blinked. He sighed, "I'll be off after you sleep."

"Oh."

She felt awkward around him, with their history together and after what happened during the day. She glanced at him in the corner as he made his way towards the bed; her following behind.

She dived down face-flat on the cozy sheets and sighed, feeling the sleep brought to her by the stress of the current events. She felt the bed move near her feet.

He must have sat down by the footboard.

"Good night, Lord Helio." She said. Her voice muffled from where her head was resting.

"Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies .Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man you think you know." 

- Songs of Sapphique

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Wanwan's vision fogged, and the tears formed in the corners of her eyes threatened to fall as she gazed up expectantly at Yu Zhong --- the Black Dragon, her mentor, and her friend. Waiting expectantly for him to regain his sanity, Wanwan could not help but feel the rush of hope fill her being.

The momen she saw him standing in the middle of the room, Wanwan rushed to his side. She ignored the loud protests she was hearing from hear spear-wielding companion and put the Dragon Pearl inside his body, believing it would bring him back to the person he was before. The Dragon Pearl was a magical orb left that the Black Dragon handed over to her years ago, saying that the pearl would protect her from harm, and with its guidance, it will help her find him in the next solar eclipse.

A sharp gasp escaped from her lips when he met her stare. There was something in his eyes that Wanwan could not explain, but her hope in him did not falter --- it never did after all these years. Albeit nervous and tensed, she waited eagerly for a hint of recognition in his features.

"I'm sorry, Wanwan, but this is my destiny."

Her stomach dropped when she heard his words. She could not believe this. She refused to believe this. No, this was not happening. This was not--

A sudden thought struck her painfully in addition to the awful, churning in her stomach, completely leaving her standing frozen in front of Yu Zhong. The thought itself hurts and, in any ways, the truth.

Train of thoughts flooded her mind, and loss overwhelmed her being. She could only stare up at the Black Dragon as his body started to float and a strong light bathed his figure.

This was not her friend.

Everything was happening so fast, and her tear-filled vision could only shade of blue dashing towards the Black Dragon; the next thing she knew is that the distance between her and her friend widened even more. Literally.

Wanwan has always been quick on her feet, but she didn't get the chance to dodge the unexpected attack sent in her way, and she was sent flying backwards by a sudden, loud force that caused her back to collide with a body. She felt an arm forcefully finding its way wrapped around her waist, trying to prevent her from being thrown away any further.

"Who's there?!" The person holding her demanded. It was the one who dared to charge at Yu Zhong. Wanwan blinked her eyes, hard and fast, to wipe away her hazy vision before turning to look at the person on blue. She geniunely thought that he would look cute in a skirt.

Seriously, Wanwan? She scolded herself for thinking thoughts not proper to the situation happening before them.

Her musings were interrupted by the sound of clapping that could be heard all over the place. A woman clad in white and gold colors with a black, see-through fabric covering her mouth appeared out of nowhere. "You minions of the poor Dragon Lord. . ." she sneered.

"I will never allow you to disturb the mighty fierce dragon!"

"You should stop riding bikes, bitch." Vin Jin uttered, glaring at his female friend who's straddling a motorcycle. Annoyance was written on his face and dashed towards her, shoving her off the vehicle.

A nerve appeared on Mary Kim's forehead and feeling vindictive, she kicked him in the stomach. Vin Jin groaned, clutching his stomach while muttering curses under his breath.

"I'll get my revenge one day, bitch." He snapped.

"Creative nickname. And you've said those words a million times already these years. I don't think you'll be getting your so called revenge sooner." Mary smirked. "But I'll be quitting riding bikes for the fear of getting my ass kicked by Vin Jin." She laughed boisterousrously at seeing her friend's face.

In actuality, she knew Vin was worried. He didn't want what happened to him happen to her.

"When I first met you, I honestly didn't know you were gonna be this important to me."

viridity

(n) naïve innocence

Lucas had never been hit in his whole life even by his own parents. For this reason, he cannot fathom why Athanasia had hit him after sending her to White Jr.'s manor. He was just following her wishes! And it was fun to tease her, too. The princess was a rather brazen kid who didn't care about the consequences of hitting the great magician of the tower. Despite staying in his kid form, the fact that Lucas is a powerful wizard capable of blowing up the entire Obelian empire didn't change.

But it's alright. The princess is a dear friend. Lucas rolled his eyes at the thought.

So when she asked him again to send her back again to White Jr.'s manor, he didn't hesitate to abide her requests — which is an addition of changing her eyes to red. He has been itching to pay back for the little stunt the princess pulled on him earlier, and the perfect revenge popped into the his mind.

He transported her through White Jr.'s manor's chimney and has been snickering about her mentally-addressed curses towards his beautiful self. He then transported to the manor after her, covering his body and presence presence with invisibility.

He couldn't help but sneer at her shared interaction with the white-haired kid. The princess was obviously astounded upon hearing academic knowledge spouting out of the white-haired kid's mouth. Her face looked hilarious that he wanted to reveal himself, have her face painted in a portrait, and continuously laugh at her foolish, priceless reaction.

"Is this why she studies so hard?" Lucas thought to himself.

Whatever. He's far greater and more intelligent than the two of them combined. Lucas inwardly laughed at his thoughts before immediately stopping at once. "Okay. Perhaps the princess is ranks higher in both categories in comparison to the other kid, but I am greater. I am the greatest! And I am not absolutely saying this because she is a friend. Right."

He blinked twice to turn his attention back to silently observe the two kids' exchange from afar, impatiently waiting for the princess's call to return her back to the palace, when suddenly two knocks resounded the room.

"Big brother," An airy, high-pitched voiced called. Lucas arched a brow. "Oh great. It's another kid."

Athanasia and the white-haired kid turned towards the door in surprise. "Is that your sister?" she asked.

"Big brother? May I come in?"

"Wait a minute. I'll be there." White Jr. replied before looking back at Athanasia. "Wait here, please. I'll be back in a moment" He said, walking towards the door to open it. Lucas scoffed at the kid's impudence. How dare he have the audacity to order the princess to wait and  ignoring her question! Even someone as arrogant as Lucas — who definitely has the right to be arrogant considering his genius — has learnt etiquette and manners especially addressing someone towards the royal family.

He just chooses not to apply those most of those learnt manners towards Athanasia, but still how dare that white kid do those acts. Should he report this and charge the white-haired kid with treason?

Irritated, ruby-red eyes looked at the door's direction. The door was opened to a small bit, and he couldn't see the new girl. However, he grew curious at the other sight he saw. It was dark and dancing. It was definitely black magic.

"I'll be right back. Please wait for me." The dark-haired wizard saw White Jr. mouthing those words to Athanasia — to which the princess replied by looking in surprise. Feeling mischievous, Lucas teleported beside the princess and asked her, "Is she a chimera?"

"Gaaah! You scared me!" The oh-so-graceful and elegant princess of the Obelian empire screeched that Lucas thought his beautiful ears were bleeding from the loud sound emitting from a such small kid. Rubbing his ears, he backed away from her not wanting to be hit him again.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Am I not allowed to be here? I just wanted to see the kid who you wanted to be friends so badly. And that impudent boy has a sister. Is she a chimera?" It didn't escape his eyes to see the princess flinch. His eyes narrowed at the sight and decided not to say a word before turning towards the window to gaze at the tiny two figures from a distance.

"They're headed to the greenhouse, right? We should go too." He speaks. Athanasia blinked upon hearing his words. "Why are we going to follow them? I was about to call you to head home."

“Everyone keeps telling me to break up with the bad guy.” Guinevere opens up, initiating a conversation which breaks the impregnable silence encompassing the lounge room. Her lover and she were relishing their cups of tea at the Swan Castle in which Guinevere and her older brother, Lancelot, is currently residing. For the months Guinevere and her lover have been together, she has grown accustomed to the absence of noise that he brings with him everywhere, and in contrast to her constant mischievous self, she enjoys it terribly, having found tranquility in the seemingly mist of silence surrounding him. They’re just a couple who are enjoying each other's presence that doesn’t need much talking to know and understand each other.

“Shouldn’t it be the other way around?” He humors her, turning away from his tea to stare deeply into her eyes. And Guinevere loves the intensity in them which would always make her knees weak, and ever since the beginning, she has learned and recognized the looks he is giving her --- only her.

“Is it?” She puts her cup in the saucer plate on the table and pretends to think. Meeting her lover's unamused look, she grins and leans forward to kiss his cheek. “You were always misunderstood by everyone, sweetheart.” Guinevere say, frowning.

The corners of her companion's lips lifted up slightly. “Not everyone, my muse.” He replies, taking hold of her hand and kisses the back of it.

Kaito Kuraba squinted his eyes. It was rude to stare at people, but he could not help himself to not stare at this awfully familiar auburn-haired woman before him.

"Have we met before?" He unconsciously asked before realizing the words that escaped his mouth. I swear, it wasn't a pick-up line or anything, he wanted to tell the lady; Kaito was flustered to hear the woman laugh.