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dmc-tings · 3 years

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Could you write the four lords reacting to finding out their s/o actually has powers like them? "Musical" powers to be exact. Like they can control music and stuff. They can control the volume and stuff and can even make the vibrations of the music visible. Like they knew their s/o was fairly musically talented but then one day something makes s/o extremely angry and they just start blasting music, instruments begin to float and play on their own, and loud enough to hurt anyone's ears. And the music is intense and filled with anger and stuff, and it's so loud you can see the vibrations from the sound

The Lord's with a Mystical Musical S/O

Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina knew you liked music

Just not how much

She would catch you humming or tapping your foot, to whatever beat that was in that pretty head of yours

She thought it was cute!

.... and peculiar...

Because, whenever you did this she could HEAR a soothing symphony playing along to you

She searched and had the maids search the entire castle

And everytime, came up empty

"What in the seven wonders?" She would bark out

Frustrated she wanted to ask you, but decided against it

Not wanting to upset you

But she found out... the hard way, that the music was coming from you

It was a normal day, everything was quiet

Then Alcina heard a yelp, a crash and an "uh-oh"

It was the girls, they had been playing around in your special chamber

The giant woman strode into the room, surprised at you shaking so angerly

"Love what did-" You pointed at your families ashes

They had all died, in a large fire

You being the only survivor

Your last nerve had burst

And angry, violent crescendo came down on everyone

Alcina had been the only one protected from your wrath

As she wasn't directly in the room

The girls.... not so lucky

Alcina stood shocked, she could feel and SEE these vibrations

The music bared down on the three poor souls

Then just as fast as it started, it ended

Violins, Cellos, Trumpets, Trombones (you get it) crashed to the floor around you

Breathing heavily, you took your leave

Alcina stood frozen, making a mental note, not to EVER piss you off

Angie and Donna Beneviento

You had always played the piano

And when Donna found out, she practically begged you to play for her

Which you happily obliged to

She would sway to the music you played

Sitting right next to you on your perch

You even let her pick which songs to play!

You loved seeing her smile, and she loved hearing you play

And seeing as this is your most content, the day that her "family" came over, definitely changed her view on this...

You being usually so docile, I mean

Per the usual, Heisenberg and Dimitrescu where getting into it

The usual angry taunts back and forth

With Donna, Angie and Moraue sitting in the background

But today, you had already had a shitty day

And the arguing was only adding to your irritation

Your favorite piano, was broken and you were waiting in the specially made keys to be delivered

But due to the village being so far from modern civilization, the wait had been extended...

With Heisenberg and Alcina standing toe to toe, you had enough

Though, you nor realizing your anger leaked out, the force of all of Donna's musical instruments began to bear down on the pair

Alcina brought to her knees and Heisenberg, bleeding from his ears

You finally snapped out of your anger, when Donna shook you

The four Lord's in shock, about your ability

But didn't question it... in fear of invoking your wrath

Salvatore Moreau

He had seen you angry, sure...

But not THIS angry!

Musical instruments yeeting through the air

Blasting it as far as the Stronghold!!

The poor man had to duck!!

He was just glad the anger wasn't directed at him

More so the Cadou subjects and the stray lycans

Half of them had run off now, and the other half stupidly tried to withstand your assult

Causing them to violently vibrate and explode

For Moreau it was quite the scene, he liked being able to study this

He logged how long you were able to keep this up, how many exploded due to the force, and how many collapsed, and so in and so forth

Once you stopped, calmed down, you turned to leave

Pausing once you saw your beloved watching you

"Moreau..." You put your hands up, as to not to scare him

But to your surprise, he wasn't scared, only mumbling to his notes

Then he looked up at you, eyes shining with awe, "My love! You are amazing!!

You took a big breath, at least he wasn't scared!

Karl Heisenberg

You killed him... not literally

Just your taste in music reminded him of the Giant Bitch

But it was you, so he let it slide

Honestly it was soothing to hear you play the violin

It helped him keep calm, and focus on his work

Seeing as he could hear you play nearly all over the Factory

But sometimes... it sounded closer to him...

ALOT closer

Most days he would just leave it alone..

But TODAY was the day he was gonna find out who else was playing a duet or whatever with you

He left his working quarters, venturing out into the factory

He heard your violin going

"Ok. So this way." He followed the sound, then a crash happened

Followed by your scream and a hard drill

"Fuck!!" He started to run, only to stop in his tracks

The music started up, but... more pissed off?

He could SEE and FEEL the metal walls vibrating

At first he was worried if that Jet Dumbass caught you, so he started rushing again

Only to get knocked to his knees, having to cover his ears

Crawling to your door, he could see you splitting one of his escaped Soldats, into scrap metal and body parts

You calmed down, seeing as the danger was gone

Between your heavy breathing, you heard Karl gasping from temporary hearing loss

You rushed to his side, "Karl?? Are you ok? I didn't want-"

He cut you off, "That. Was. Amazing! Why didn't you tell me you could do that?"

You explained to him that it wasn't really a Cadou experiment, and how you'd been able to do this since your childhood

He listened intently, nodding and asking questions every once in a while

Once you finished explaining, he looked at you with big happy eyes

"Can i-" "no. Im not going to help you fight Miranda."

He pouted at this, but you gave him a big ol kiss

And that fixed it!

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averyonelovesjack · 6 years

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cheering up ~ zach herron

requested: yes

Y/N is all alone on the anniversary of her parents death so while she was at the park she is getting kidnapped, but she sorta lets the stranger take her because than that means that she could see her parents again, but the boys help her and than she starts crying and she tells them that they should've left her, but they try to cheer her up. Zach x reader plz <333

summary: left to her own devices, (y/n) gets unfortunately kidnapped. after scaring away the kidnapper, the why don’t we boys attempt to cheer her up through the terrible day of memories

warning(s): ***TRIGGER WARNING*** kidnapping, cursing, suicidal thoughts, graphic detail

word count: 1920

I felt numb as my feet dragged along the cracking concrete. Whether or not my pain was visible, i didn’t care. It wasn’t an easy thing to do, to go on after what happened last year. there were days where i felt like there was nothing left to do, nothing left to see, nothing left to love. days where my thoughts would scavenge my mind, thoughts that allowed me to join them. and then maybe i wouldn’t feel so alone all of the time.

But then I’d think about my grandma and my friends. And even if I wasn’t the biggest part in my friends’ life, I was all that my grandma had left. Her husband died all too many years ago, and my mother was her only child. Despite the terrible situation she was in, somehow another tragedy occurred and took the lives of my beloved parents.

Sometimes I can almost feel the pain they were in on that day. The impact of the tail light of the car slamming directly into the side of the car my father was driving on, impaling him in my heart and letting the blood drain out of his lifeless body. And sometimes the excruciating pain that the airbag had sent my mother when it slammed into her head and knocked her unconscious. The way she leaned forward and it nailed her directly in the forehead, causing her head to flip backwards and sent her neck into a snapping position that left her no chance of recovery.

Have you ever been the sophomore with the dead parents? The tenth grade girl who had to relive her parents death every single day when kids would pass her in the hallway and murmur apologies as if that would help me?

I didn’t know what to do with myself today. Although the murmurs had died down, the memory of my parents lived forever in me and days like today, the anniversary of the first year spent without them, didn’t make life any easier. It didn’t make moving on and continuing to become the smart and successful girl that my parents had always imagined me as easier. My grandmother wanted to spend today with me, but instead she had to travel to visit her own aunt who is currently ill in the hospital.

My feet stopped moving by themselves as I reached the exact spot that I’d planned on stopping. The park bench. Flashbacks of days from my childhood slipped into my mind as I took a seat on the bench and closed my eyes, taking in the scent of the flowery fields that were just a few feet away. There was a wooden playground that was highly unstable and should’ve been taken down years ago, sitting in front of me, but no kids played on it. No kids were ever playing on it. The park was practically empty, too.

No nannies with babies, no mothers and fathers with children, no middle school students with their ‘boyfriend’s and ‘girlfriend’s. Just the flowers, the bees, the wood, and me--

Fear struck my body as a hand gripped onto my throat. I couldn’t see what was going on, but pressure was being heavily applied as a raspy voice behind me began to speak, “scream and i’ll fucking kill you”

i wanted to squeal, but nothing came out. what could someone possibly want from me? who could possibly be out to get me?

I whimpered in pain as the person lifted me by my throat, the glove’s fabric scrapping my throat as he forcefully shoved me to the ground. i couldn’t see his face, but it was a man for sure. the way he stood, with his confidence in his activities printed all over his body and the way he spoke to me, his voice was deep and raspy. the shape of his body also helped me determine that he was a man.

my eyes searched from the ground of the park, the grass in my hair, to the sharp blade held onto tightly by the strange and violent man who intended harm upon me. another whimper left my mouth as an agonizing pain traveled from the nerves in my stomach to my brain and i squirmed into a ball, trying to hold the throbbing area of my body as defense. my body squirmed again as a shooting pain was sent through my spine as i groaned and cried out.

“what’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone on this side of town?” the man laughed evilly and i remained silence, gripping my stomach at the pain that continued to ring through my body.

i studied the strange mask that covered his face, but in doing so the man got angry and used his large arms to lift my light body up by my arm and continue to shove me forward, forcing me to move.

it got to a point of pain where i knew he’d let up if i went along with him. just let him take me with him. what is the worst thing that could happen? he tortured me and then didn’t even put me out of my misery? maybe he just needed a good kill and then he could move on with his life. maybe i’m his good kill.

there’s no point in my life on earth anymore. and this would be a way out without having to slit my own wrists or down several of my grandmother’s pain pills or buy a gun and shoot myself. my grandmother wouldn’t have to live with the guilt of not supporting me enough and i could join my parents.

i could reunite with them and not disappoint them. i’d suffer for a little bit with this guy, but then i’d be given my one wish. maybe it’s just easier to let him take me.

in that moment, my feet stopped kicking and my hands stopped moving and my lips stopped quivering. i walked easily with him, letting him pull me towards a white van that was quite obviously suspicious. i was near shoved in when a couple of shouts came in the distance.

i mentally begged that they didn’t care about me or that the man shoved me in and drove away quickly. but instead, the voices grew nearer and nearer and i felt the man start to panic. he quickly dropped my body to the ground, my legs weak as i collapsed against the dirty ground.

footsteps came closer and closer as a gust of smoky gas winded me and i heard tires screech down the street. i coughed out loudly, my body frail as i was surrounded by a couple of boys who had concerned looks on their faces.

two or three of them were running after the van, i could hear them, but they stopped after the man had turned and they’d lost sight. the other two were leaning over me, reaching out a hand for me to take.

i felt absolutely disgusting as i tried to stand up but gripped my stomach in pain. i cried out and the boys who sat next to me looked worried, “jonah, go call 911″

i shook my head vigorously as the tallest boy took out his phone, “s-stop”

“hey, are you ok? take it easy” the boy that looked oddly like the strange musical.ly kid that i had always hated asked me. i shook my head at him, trying to stand up again but my body had yet to create enough energy.

“i-i-i’m fine” i told the boy, “leave me alone”

“you were nearly just kidnapped, hun. this needs to be reported and you need to go to the hospital” The boy with the curliest of hair told me and i rolled my eyes.

“call me hun again and i’ll kick your balls in so far that you can taste them” i threatened and i looked to see the other boys holding in a laugh, “why can’t you guys just mind your own fucking business?”

“you were about to be kidnapped. do you understand how serious that is?” one questioned.

“it’s not your job to save me. i would’ve been fine” i tried not to let my emotions get the best of me, but in that moment I was suffering from the trauma of what happened one year ago and what happened one minute ago and i couldn’t help it when the tears slipped out of my eyes.

“you could’ve been seriously injured by that guy. there is no playing with kidnappers. they could kill you”

“and you couldn’t just let that happen? could you? you couldn’t let me go without the note? you couldn’t just leave me there to deal with it myself?” i questioned them before realizing how obvious i had just made everything.

“hey, hey. love, what’s your name?” the shortest one who reminded me of the famous asshole asked.

“(y/n)” i spit out, wiping a tear from my eyes.

“ok, (y/n), i’m zach. this is jonah, jack, daniel, and corbyn” he introduces, “let’s go sit on the bench for a minute, ok?”

i didn’t want to trust him. to trust that he was there to help me, but my instincts beat my brain and i nodded my head slowly, allowing for him and the boy introduced as corbyn to help me stand up.

my body was weak as they helped me over to a bench, “what are you talking about?”

“it’s nothing” i mumbled, “i’m fine and everything’s fine”

zach shook his head at me, “you just admitted to five strangers that you wish that the man who had attempted to kidnap you had killed you to make everything easier. something about that doesn’t seem fine”

“way to be sensitive, dumbass” The curly haired jack flicked Zach on his forehead, which made me laugh a little bit.

“oh my god, jack shut up” Zach told him, “i’m serious, (y/n)”

“im serious. it was a moment of weakness” i tell him, “today’s just a hard day for me and i let it get the best of me”

“you look like you could use a little cheering up” Daniel told me, a small smile appearing on his face as i worried. this could be completely terrible.

the boys got into a huddle and i laughed at their little game plan like situation before they had suddenly reassembled themselves into a line.

i looked up to see Daniel start singing to me first, “hey good lookin how you doing? hey good looking how you doing? hey good lookin, what are you doing to me, to me, to me?”

I laughed at the five boys who each had a beautiful voice that complemented each other nicely. The odd part was that it did make me feel a little bit better, the way they danced around a little bit, singing for me a little bit. It was strange though, at the same time. how’d they all know the words and parts to a random song.

“that was beautiful” i clapped my hands a little bit, “why have you guys rehearsed that enough to get it perfect”

“well, we’re sorta in a band together” Zach explained to me, “we’re called why don’t we, and we formed about fourteen months ago”

“sing me another song, then” i smiled up at him, my tears drying up on my face as i looked at the boys in front of me.

that zach kid was really something special.

#zach herron #jack avery #jonah marais #daniel seavey #corbyn besson #zach herron imagine #why don't we #wdw #imagine #fanfic #sad #trigger warning #death

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