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emeritus-fuckers · 10 months

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Hi I wanna participate in the match up event and I would like to be matched up with a papa!

So personality wise I am usually very energetic and out going, I like to talk to people and listen even though I get side tracked a lot, I can also ramble a lot about something I’m passionate about or just random stuff, I have a bad tendency to apologize a lot even for stuff that doesn’t even need an apology. I can also he very BLAH at times and just feel sad and moody sometimes but not often, I can also get frustrated easily with something if I don’t understand it when I feel like I should understand it right away and I don’t Like being frustrated and or angry so sometimes I end up in a frustrated crying mess somewhere. I hate annoying people and or angering people and I’m always scared that I am somehow even when people tell me I’m not, I almost all the time put others before myself and make sure that they are comforted and cared for even if I’m not doing so great myself- I don’t like loud noises or loud areas it gives me major anxiety and makes me nervous (this includes yelling I hate yelling). I can also be very touchy in like I give a lot of physical affection to people I am friends with but I am respectful of boundaries and only do what makes them comfortable and always ask if I can do something before doing it. I can be quite… oblivious? I guess at times because sometimes I don’t get certain jokes and or I don’t get social cues and it needs to be explained to me before I go “OH-“ and finally understand. I am also not that confident in certain stuff liking singing and can’t do it in front of certain people even though I really want to but I just don’t have the confidence and so I just can’t- and I like drawing, dancing, archery, wake surfing, writing, MOTHS, Butterflies and music! Also Daddy issues-

Anyway onto physical appearance I am very short I stand around 5’3 to 5’2, I am pretty chubby, I can’t exactly explain how my hair looks cause I’m growing it out and it’s not exactly a certain hairstyle so Idk anyway my hair used to be black and blue but now it’s very faded and my natural blonde is showing through again. style wise I don’t have a specific style but I mainly stay within the realms of Goth, Lolita, and cottage core, I like to wear baggy shirts and hoodies and jeans, but sometimes I wear more form fitting clothes and fem clothes like dresses or skirts. I like to watch a lot of Disney movies mainly old Disney movies Like beauty and the beast, Sleeping Beauty, Aladin, the little mermaid, or princess and the frog, I also like old rom coms (my sister introduced me to singing in the rain and it happened one night and I’ve been absolutely in love with them), I also like musicals my favs being Sweeney Todd, Hamilton, little shop of horror’s, be more chill, Six, Phantom of the opera, and Heathers. Anime is another thing I like my favorites being Full metal alchemist brother hood, and JoJo’s bizzare adventure, and I also like horror movies and to scary things like haunted houses. I don’t read much but when I do… it’s mainly fanfic- or romance novels. My music taste very much varies GREATLY like my Spotify playlist is just a fucking mess, but I’ve been listening to ghost mainly for the past few months.

Other little random facts I most likely forgot to add :D, I like listening to heart beats they are very comforting, Spider-man and Harley Quinn are my favorite superhero’s, I get called a cinnamon roll often and I constantly refuse cause IM NOT- I have a bad tendency to bite the skin off of my lip sometimes till my lip bleeds, and I have a bad tendency to bite the bed of my nails. I am surprisingly good with kids even if I don’t like them most of the time, I don’t like big parties, I have sworn off drinking and drugs, I will dance and sing to music when I think no one is home, I get embarrassed easily, I sometimes gently bite the people I love in an affectionate gesture (only if it’s okay with them ofc), I sometimes give random nicknames to my friends. I will quote movies at random times (mainly princess bride), and I make a popping sound sometimes and I sometimes make a small squeak sounds, and I shake my hands up and down and jump a bit when extremely happy or excited.

Sorry if this is a lot of information- anyway I hope you have a good day or evening or night! :)

Your match is…Copia

You both get side tracked when chatting and then both pause “err… what were we talking about cara?” Copia will ask before grinning kissing you “doesn’t matter amore”

You both apologise too much. You caught him apologising to the table after walking into it.

When he sees you getting frustrated by something he’ll support you through it. Lots of hugs and he’ll help if you ask.

He loves how you put others first but when it’s you that needs support he’ll make sure you look after yourself.

If he thinks you now need to be looked after, he’ll carry you to bed, put a blanket over you, put on and old Disney film and hold you close to him.

He also loves to let you listen to his heartbeat. He’ll stroke your hair as you rest your head on his chest

He once heard you singing, he got home early. He coughs awkwardly and you stop and get embarrassed. “No cara please don’t stop, you sing beautifully. And umm well I err love this song, can I join you please?” He starts to sing and you join in quietly at first. His eyes light up with joy and he grins. He gives you confidence so you sing a little louder.

Now, when it’s just you two alone you sing and dance together.

He loves receiving physical affection and giving it.

He adores seeing you excited, he thinks it’s adorable how you jump up and down.

The first time you asked to bite him he was a little surprised. But he now is quite happy for you to because he knows it’s affectionate. He does often wonder if you might be distantly related to a ghoul.

This post is a part of Match-up Event. The Event ends on July 15th.

Written by Nyx

#match up #match up event #ghost band #ghost bc #anon #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #copia x reader

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bronzeagepizzeria · 6 months

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Get To Know Me

Thank you for the tag, @demdifferentstories-29 !

What is your name? Niyati

For how long have you had this account? since 2018, i think? only started using it during the pandemic though

Favourite food? i have a massive sweet tooth, so anything sweet, really. also pizza

Favourite drink? i don't drink anything interesting xD just water and even then a bitch is severely dehydrated

Do you have any siblings? yes, one older sister

Do you have pets? yessss i've got three cats!!

How old are you? 19

How many languages do you know? i'd say i'm most comfortable in english, but i can speak hindi fluently as well. i understand tamil entirely and sort of understand marathi + a few words of kannada bc i lived in bangalore for 13 years

What's your all-time favourite movie/tv show? fav movie has got to be the godfather part ii. i've watched it a million times. fav show will forever be game of thrones, no matter how badly it crashed and burned. i really imprinted on that shit lol

What are you enjoying to do in your free time? read fic hahaha. or watch movies. recently i haven't managed to watch anything except reels on instagram though, send help

Are you an introvert or an extrovert? mostly an introvert, but i think i'm just bad at small talk. i don't have issues with public speaking or anything, and i can talk about stuff i'm interested in for hours and hours to virtual strangers xD

Your favourite music genres? i don't listen to a lot of english music tbh! i'd say pop? mostly i just listen to film soundtracks and bollywood songs

Your dream place to visit? i used to be fuckin OBSESSED with australia as a child so i hope to still go there? but i'd like to visit all over, really. i haven't travelled much. definitely wanna experience living in the US/UK for a while. i plan to do my post-grad abroad

Something you wish you were better at? not procrastinating. it's a serious problem

How long do you take to respond to texts? immediately lol. sometimes i respond to ao3 comments within minutes, which must freak people out

Do you have any tattoos? If not, would like to? nope. look in theory it's a cool idea but i'm famously indecisive and if i can't even settle on a pfp for more than a month i just know i'm gonna pick a tattoo and end up fucking hating it

What's your sexuality? straight

Do you like reading? If yes what's your favourite book? i don't read much anymore, unfortunately. but i want to get back into it

Have you ever been in love before? ehhh no. i usually just trick myself into liking someone i suspect likes me lol

What's your relationship status? single

Have you ever been heartbroken? nah

Best memory you could think of? this question is super hard for me lol. recently my roommate and i did an hp rewatch and she asked me what memory i would rely on for my patronus and...i literally do not know. like i've had a decently happy life, but nothing stands out, you know? there isn't any one instance i can think of like that

Worst memory you can think of? same thing again. my 2023 has been so fucking bad it's not even sad to me anymore i just find it genuinely funny. but it hasn't been all bad either? i really don't know if i've just repressed my emotions for this year or if i'm over it already lol. maybe it'll come back to bite me in the arse later

Do you have any fears? moths and butterflies (i don't discriminate) i also don't like small birds/plants that are beginning to dry up/balloons losing air. i was a weird kid

Are you a morning or a night person? oh, night definitely. i spent the entirety of last year getting like 2hrs of sleep a night and napping during class

How many pictures do you have on your phone? 5001 + my icloud has not been backed up in 462 days

Who was your favourite childhood crush? first guy i ever liked was shahid kapoor. first guy i actively fantasized about etc has got to be chris evans. the captain america movies were my personality for a long time in middle school lmao

Are you a romantic? hmm i don't think so. i have pretty old-fashioned tastes when it comes to love and romance i guess, but i think i'm more of a cynic

What’s your dream date? showing my s/o movies/shows that i love. honestly that's my love language

What are your hobbies? i draw a little, watch movies, read fic. i used to play professional-level badminton but that hasn't been fun for me in a long time :(

Tagging: if you read all the way and you feel like it, go ahead!

#tag game

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marmarbeans · 2 years

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So I’ve had an idea for a while. Since I ship them so much and since I’ve made fics abt them, I wondered. What if Garrett and Philo had kids?

It took some thinking and designing for a bit, but I finally made them in a picrew not too long ago, and I recently put in some info for them just now!

Everyone, I’d like for you to meet:

The Denali-Philostrate Twins!

Rosalin Octavia Lilè Denali-Philostrate

- 17

- She/They

- Bisexual-Genderfluid

- Has both Garrett and Philo’s personalities, but leans more toward Philo

- Bi Disaster

- Has the same powers as Philo

- Her eyes go green just like Philo’s when she uses her powers

- Wiccan

- Can and will hex your ass if need be

- Loves growing plants(roses especially)

- Garrett calls her his Lil’ Rosebud(She acts like they hate it but in reality she doesn’t)

- Daddy’s Girl(But never admits it. Cirin or their friends would neeeeever let her live it down.)

Rosalin when using her magic/stressed/angered

Cirin Crescento Olivyr Denali-Philostrate

- 17

- He/They

- Asexual-Bisexual

- Also Bi Disaster

- Like Rosalin, they have both Garrett and Philo’s personalities, but leans more toward Garrett

- His powers are more vampiric, and his eyes turn a bright fuscia when he’s angry or using their powers

- Like his sister and dad, he too can grow various flowers and plants. Though, his powers are more vampire-dominated.

- Floaty bastard

- No seriously, this fucker loves to float

- He’s half-vampire, what else is he gonna do?

- Would murder for his family

- Goth Asf

Cirin when using his magic/stressed/angered

And there they are! Ik y’all have some questions abt the glowy eyes thing they have going on, but it’s pretty simple!/lh/nm

I took some inspiration from Suitor Armor when Lucia gets stressed or angry, and when she uses her powers, she gets that really cool blue glow in her eyes. I took that concept and put it on them(and Philo) cos it makes sense. The three of them are half-fae with their wings still intact, so of course they’d still have access to their magic.

Though, as mentioned before, Cirin takes a bit more after Garrett, and his powers/abilities are vampire-like. So in a scenario where his wings went snippity-snappity, he’ll still have access to that vampiric magic. The magic may even replace the faerie magic once running through his veins and make him a force to be reckoned with~ 😈

Whereas with Rosalin, she takes after Philo more, so her powers are more fairy-based. In a scenario where their wings also had the snippy-snippy, they’d still have her vampire magic, but it’d be weaker.

The two have equal vampire and fairy magic, and they have access to the abilities of both. They can grow plants. teleport, make portals, use vampiric and other various fairy abilities, etc. But one side is stronger than the other.

The colors of their glowy eyes are pretty unique, too. In different AUs(like the SuAr/Carnival Row one I wrote where Philo was a fairy and was exposed during the ball), his magic is green, so therefore his eyes would turn green when he uses it. It’s the same for Rosalin since she inherited and was born with the same magic.

Cirin on the other hand has fuscia-colored eyes since he’s half-fairy and half-vampire, so not only do his eyes glow due to his fairy side, but the fairy magic flowing through his body and wings gives him a boost, making him ultimately stronger. The same works for Rosalin wheras her vampire magic makes her stronger and gives her a boost as well.

Alright, I’m done ramblin’ about my favorite rare-pare’s lovebabies. :3 I really hope you guys enjoyed this! I’ll most likely be making fics about them or fics involving them soon, so look out for em! I’ll also be making their baby sibling, so be on the lookout for them, too!

(Oh-and if you wanna read the fic, it’s called Lace and Leather, Butterflies and Moths by EnbyShakespeare. There may be possible spoilers, but you should be fine if you’ve read up before the mid-season finale.)

#garrett twilight #rycroft philostrate #lovechild

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pukepond · 1 year

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(Attack On Titan DR)

“Mary Jane Laurier.”

That was the name of my late sister that I passed off as my own. The way she said it made it sound wonderful. The original owner of the name was wonderful. It sounded unnatural when directed towards me. Like calling a moth a monarch butterfly.

“Your name is Mary Jane?” she asked.

“Yeah. Why?”

It came off more passive-aggressive than I meant it to. She didn’t flinch.

“I like it.”

It made my heart stop. The notion that anything of mine, any part of my could be appealing caught me off guard.

“I like the name Sasha.” I lied. I hated it. I always thought it was a garbage name until I met her. It made her smile though. I would lie about anything if it made her happy.

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hornedhufflepuffdevil · 3 years

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I like moths. I touched one's wing as a child and I remember there was gold shimmery glitter like shit on my fingertips. It was so pretty

#me as a hufflepuff #hufflepuff #my sister hates butterflies and moths though #the cretin #slythersis #slytherin and hufflepuff #slytherin #animal lover

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hanajjima · 2 years

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TRUCE | MITSUYA TAKASHI

a little warm up for me to get back into writing. It’s been a while.

warnings: none, just a meaner mitsuya

Her legs carried her with brisk urgency in every step. The click of her heeled boots on the sidewalk getting faster and faster–

“Wait!” His hand clamps around her wrist and turns her around. The crisp fall breeze imbued with a faint scent of pine rushes through her ponytail as she looks up at him with wide, wary eyes.

Mitsuya can’t help the sharp inhale of breath he sucks in. Despite what she did, he’s drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Only, he knows if he gets too close and plays too much, he’ll burn to dust.

She tenses under his stern gaze, lavender orbs dark and lazy. Her hand in Mitsuya’s grip balls into a tight fist, and he swallows down the lump in his throat.

He’s never been nervous around her before. So why is he now? They were just going to talk.

“Don’t go,” he says a little more quietly, afraid she’ll run away again once he releases her from his hold.

“What do you want?” She murmurs, staring at the colorful leaves on the ground whisked away by the wind.

Looking at him made her head lightheaded and fuzzy, the butterflies in her chest flutter uncontrollably. She hated she didn’t mind it.

A pause.

“... my sisters convinced me to give you another chance.”

Mitsuya carefully studied the way her head snapped up, the shock on her face poorly concealed.

“Despite the dirty trick you pulled, something you said to Luna and Mana really left an impression on them. A good one too.”

He assumed gaining his sisters’ approval would make her happy, but instead, her pretty lips turned down into a deep frown. That won’t stop him, though. Her unhappiness has never stopped him from pushing past her limit.

“I won’t deny it anymore. Something about you…” he closes the gap between them in a single stride and brushes a stray curl away from her face, mesmerized by its silky softness. “I like you, despite all your bullshit, and I want to get to know you better.”

She takes a small step back and clutches her hand to her chest. Eyes downcast, drawn, and melancholic.

Seeing her retreat, Mitsuya quickly adds, “doesn’t have to be serious or anything. Baby steps. A fresh start. I’ve… not exactly been kind to you either.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Why?” She bites out. “Nothing’s changed. It’s only been a couple weeks. I’m still the same person who almost got your sisters kidnapped.”

“You didn’t mean for that to happen–”

“I still meant them harm,” she said, her voice hard, though her bottom lip trembled. “To get to you. That doesn’t bother them? Or you?”

Mitsuya chuckles humorlessly. He sees what kind of game she wants to play. One of self-pity. She’s trying to take the easy way out of their unique situation, but unfortunately for her, he can be stubborn when he wants to be.

Taking another step forward, he cups her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Please, don’t misunderstand, love. I haven’t forgiven you,” a saccharine smile pulls at the corner of his lips, eyes hooded, alight with amusement at her expense, “but I do want to call a truce. Perhaps I misjudged you all this time.”

Red dusts her cheeks at his proximity and the urge to shower her cute face in kisses takes his breath away. A warm flush spreads down his neck and Mitsuya just wants to scoop her up and take her home with him where he’d cuddle her under the comfort of his sheets, run his fingers along her skin, and ask about what keeps her up in the quiet hours of the night.

“O-okay, okay,” she relents, lightly shoving at his chest to give her some much needed space.

His cologne, something woody with a bit of spice, took her by surprise at how much she wanted to pull him in by the lapels of his coat and inhale more. Maybe taste as well.

Cocky grins and smooth velvet voice. Mitsuya was intoxicating, addictive, and she needed some breathing space lest she get lured in and trapped.

The determination in his expression was familiar. Lips set in a firm line, his focus did not stray from her face. Hyper aware of every little movement she makes. It was a kind of mode he went into when they would have run ins on campus. All he had to do was observe with those unnerving purple eyes and he could pick apart all that made her insecure.

That being said, he wasn’t going to back down until she agreed to this “truce”. It was a bad idea. Nothing about their situation has changed. She’s still the daughter of an infamous mafia leader, one of Toman’s biggest rivals, and they’re both still college students with far too many expectations weighing down their shoulders.

She holds out her hand. “I agree to your truce. But what exactly do you expect to change? It’s not like things are going to be easier now that you’ve decided we’re on friendly terms.”

Mitsuya gingerly shakes it, her fingers ice-cold against his much hotter ones. “Of course, but the least I can do is not pick on you anymore. Next time we run into each other, I promise I won’t say anything too obnoxious,” he teases.

She offers him a dubious smile, eyes crinkling at the corners. “We’ll see.”

She has her doubts. After all, he is one of Toman’s executives. Known for being one of the more friendly higher-ups, he’s still dangerous and has his own horror stories and rumors attached to his reputation.

The two of them first met at an annual auction in Tokyo for all the big shots in the world of organized crime to convene and conduct illicit business deals. She attended at the demand of her father and ran into Mitsuya at the open bar. Things quickly went south from there. They’d both heard of the other and already came to their own conclusions about each other’s character.

He didn’t have to vocalize his opinion of her, because he wasn’t the only one who thought her to be a coddled, spoon-fed brat of a wealthy gangster. From the stories of Toman’s cruel but efficient executives, he was known for his patience. A master manipulator with words, and could be quite sadistic when necessary.

Mitsuya Takashi is an arrogant prick who takes pleasure in ruining people’s lives. He’s a founding member of Toman and hasn’t left the gang since he first joined as a teenager. It’ll take more than a few entrancing words and promises to convince her he’s genuine about changing their mangled relationship.

“We have another week before classes start up again. In the meantime, would you like to grab coffee with me? Just the two of us. I have a cozy place in mind you’ll enjoy,” he said, with a hand on the small of her back. Guiding her to walk beside him back to her car.

She’d throw his hand off but feared incurring his anger. A small traitorous part of her even liked it. The place where his palm touched sent shocks of satisfaction up her spine through the coat she wore.

She cleared her throat. “S-sure, Takashi. I’ll be free on Friday. Just text me the time and name of the place. I’ll be there.”

Stopping at her car, or rather, her father’s chauffeured Bentley, Mitsuya bid her farewell and promised to text her the details tomorrow.

As she watched his back retreat, she couldn’t help but wonder what he was scheming. Surely this was all a ruse to humiliate her for getting his sisters involved in their back and forth. She didn’t believe for one second he was going to let her go unscathed.

Reblogs appreciated!

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kyn-lyn-blog · 3 years

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Race for the Crown

Okay so this is going to be a story about my interpretations of Jude and Cardans kids. This is not really about them but they are obviously in it. I will put the list of their kids here just so everyone can get an idea that this is a long project! FYI the last three children are triplets and with them being so young they won’t be involved like the rest but maybe in the future I might write something (a little blurb on them as they are older!

Jurdan Kids:

Ben / Ezren (horns)/ Liriel (Bee wings/controls bees) / Aimon (tail) / Elluin (snake skin patches/forked toungs) / Cohlan (tails and claws) / Lixiss / Finnea (butterfly wings) / Finneus (moth wings) / Echo / Echibod / Echian

words: 3025

The intro basically explains the plot but i will say this: It is about the Greenbrier/Duarte children’s fight to the crown and their struggles, strengths and ambition

I do not typically post fics or stories but I am hoping to start, All questions, feedback, and statements are welcomed

There were twelve children, nine chances, eight competitors, three who cared too much, three who weren’t sure, and one who did not want it all. All fighting for the throne and crown. The current King and Queen grew tired of ruling, and many thought choosing an heir would be no problem with all the children they had and yet, though the numbers where high, problems came with every one of them. The only children who were for sure out of the running were the triplets, the youngest who were barley three. Every child had a story and something keeping them from the crown from the oldest to the youngest and none of them seem to have shown what it takes to have the crown. In the end it was decided that all children must be watched closely and deliberately in order to make the best decision. Oldest to youngest every child fought, unknowingly, for the power of the land.

BEN

Ben’s story was the strangest to the people of the land. Some did not even feel he should be considered for the throne due to him not being blood. Ben was abandoned as a child by his father and the queen took him in secretly, having been friends with the child’s father. She took him in at 7 years old and he instantly loved her more than his own family. She showed him love and kindness, while being firm and fair. She did not have a child of her own, so she was often hesitant to officially call him hers, but after the king heard news of the boy, he was elated to help his wife raise the child. The King gave the boy and the Queen the push to officially create and start their family even if the child was not either of their blood. The Boy grew into a man and a charming one at that. With his birth father being a sorcerer, he was able to perform magic the land had never seen. He treated the other siblings as his own even if some did not see him in the same light. He did his responsibilities with ease and poise.

As he grew into a man and a noble, the land became split when rumors of his crowning came to surface. Half the land saw him as the perfect contender for the role of king. He was good to the people but firm in his beliefs of what is best for the land. He dished out judgement in a way that seemed regal and fair, even when he was sentencing someone to death, there was an air of calm finality around him and his subjects. He stood tall, his sandy gold hair standing out against the dark of his siblings, and his face showed no cruelty, but he looked as if he was made to be a king, instead of an abandoned child taken into a new world. The term golden boy seemed coined just for him.

However, there were others, the countering half of the land that fell into the arms of tradition. Him not being related in blood seemed to create a bigger problem than expected. People felt he couldn’t rule a land he wasn’t born in or born to understand. The cursed his name whenever people even mentioned his status to the throne. These objectors weren’t silent either, they loudly jeered and scorned him with distaste. When his name was called at revelry’s and royal events underneath the cheers and praise were the boo’s and hateful jabs. He took them with a smile. He was approachable and while some saw that as a sign of good fortune for the land others saw it as disrespectful and the acts of a common man instead of a king. For yes there was a no, for every good dead there was a twisted scandal behind. Prince Ben could not breath without someone begging for his fortune and attention or trying to trap him into a wrong word or step. When he started to notice the small seeds of him being king start to get planted by the council he started to panic. He knew many would never accept him as king, and if half the land won’t accept him how was he supposed to rule with a knife at his neck at every turn. He decided to take matters into his own hands the day he found out the whispers were growing into assumptions.

Ben knew he would do whatever is best for the people, but he had to keep himself alive and in the land’s good favors in order to do so. He had to step away from the throne for awhile but in a way that wouldn’t make him look like a cowered or as if he was running away. He prepared for the party that was going on that night with shaking hands. He decided to dress in lavish gold and baby blues, With a swirling patterns of the colors on his vest with a white frilly shirt underneath and breeches to match. He wore golden boots that reached just underneath his knees and a gold cape held to his right side with a lion head brooch that had diamond eyes to match the teeth of its roar. He placed the silver ring of a crown on his head indicating his title of prince. The royal family would wear their weapon of choice to these events as an accessory, but since he relied on magic as his weapon he settled on a pair of gold gloves that had diamonds accentuating his fingertips where his nails would be seen. He made sure his hair stood up above his crown, his signature quieff hairstyle on display, the golden strands slicked up and shining. As he looked at his work in the mirror, he couldn’t help but frown. He liked what he saw he just didn’t like how much he looked a king waiting to accept his crown. He had a split second where he considered changing into something less but voted against it. He had already made himself up he wasn’t going back on that now.

The merriment of the party was in full swing as he entered, his name and horns blaring in his ear upon announcement.

“I present to you” The royal guard announced while giving him a wink, she had once set him up with her daughter and still held hope he would find some interest once again, Ben knew he wouldn’t but smiled at her anyway, “Prince Ben, Oldest of the high queen and king, Prince of the court of Mystics , runner up to the throne” Ben cringed deeply at her last statement, those kinds of titles and statement were only spoken by those who have already pledged their loyalty, and he was sure she would be disappointed once he made his announcement and proposal to his mother and father, the king and queen. He heard whispers and saw glares and adoring eyes. He saw the ears of his siblings raise, their noses twitches and their eyes look at him in accusation. They would disregard him soon enough. He kept his head high and smile easy as he sauntered over to the golden dais that held his family. As he walked, he could feel everyone’s gaze it didn’t matter that he came later than the others. The way he was dressed, the way he walked, and his demeanor all suggested he was on time and that everyone else was just early for his arrival. He stepped up to his mother and kissed her cheek lightly. He turned to his father and gave him a fist bump (which Ben had started doing after one of his visits to the mortal world). He took his spot closest to the throne next to his brother Ezren who did very little to hide the distaste from his curled lip.

“That was quite the introduction” Ben did not even bother to look over to his sister Liriel, she never liked being outdone or outshined and Ben was certain she did not like his name being followed up with ‘runner up’ when it came to the throne. She wanted the choice to be unanimous when it came to who should be crowned and she wanted the unanimous decision to be her. She had always considered Ben beneath her. It did not matter, however. Soon enough she’d be one step closer to the crown. As final announcements and introductions of other courts were finished the king and queen began to greet subjects who felt their problems were big enough to bring to the throne. The princes and princesses began to depart and get lost in the crowd of guests and nobles. Ben could handle his drink, he was, after all, no mere mortal but one with great power and lineage, even if that lineage left him to die. Still some tried to get him eat strange drinks and powders and fruit that should make him loose his mind. Ben never minded, he became used to the folk underestimating him, it was how he preferred it so he would often eat it anyway and just pretend to be mad with happiness and giddy joy. This made his nights more interesting and more of a time to collect secrets rather than a time for parties, however tonight he kept his lips and tongue clean. His siblings all had fun with their groups and newfound strangers. All except Ezren. Always so serious. He kept his eyes on Ben a jealous fire in his eyes as ben kissed hands, twirled maidens and laughed with nobles. Ben had always told Ezren he’d be more favorable for the crown if he spent more of his time with the people rather than watching his siblings every move. But Ezren didn’t trust any of them except Liriel. So, he sat and watched ready to intercept at any time his siblings make a fool of themselves. Ben never truly cared however, he could hold his own and then some.

As the party died down, and that means people were beginning to fall over drunk and delusional, Ben made his way to the dais where his parents sat whispering and laughing to each other. His dad’s tail flicked back and forth for a bit then came to wrap around his mother’s wrist. Ben knew what that meant, when his father’s rail started wrap around his mothers limbs, either he was nervous for her or he was getting ready to bed her and from the look on his face Benn had a good idea it was the latter. He rushed to the top before their thrones and both the king and queen looked up in surprise at his sudden rush towards them.

“Mother, Father” he gave a short bow with each greeting.

“Ben, what is this, is something wrong, shouldn’t you be enjoying the revilers?” That was his father’s code for ‘Unless someone is dying you better make this quick’ and not in a ‘I can’t be bothered way’ but a ‘I’m gonna fuck your mom so make this quick’ sort of way.

“Yes, everything is fine but I wanted to make an announcement, a proposal of sorts, to the two of you and I feel everyone should hear too” His mother side eyed him, unsure if his plans. It was no secret Ben loved Jude the most since he was young. When he was seven and first came into her care, he’d sing her name at night and cry when she had to leave for royal duties and no nanny could console him until her return. His mother knew him better than anyone and he told her everything, everything except his plans for tonight. It made since she was suspicious, since that has always been her nature anyway.

“Does it have to be right now-“Jude elbowed cardan interrupting him.

“Of course you can give your…announcement” His mother trusted him, she just didn’t like not knowing what he was planning. Ben smiled at them and his father gave a slight eyeroll as he kicked his legs up on the side of his throne and waved his hand as a gesture saying ‘get on with it’. Ben took a step down from the dais so that he was in between steps. He turned to the crowd and spread his hands gaining the attention of few but not nearly all.

“High courts, gentry, royals and friends!” he shouted merriment laced in his voice. “I, Prince Ben, Oldest son of the High King and Queen” he looked at Ezren as he spoke those words, smirked then looked back at the crowd “Have an announcement, a proclamation for my parents and the high court,” He turned towards the thrones where the king and queen sat, but his voice resonated as if he was speaking to every single person in the room individually. “Mother, Father, all of Fae knows of the rumors of your choosing for the throne, I am not here to throw my hat in the ring, as the mortals say, but to instead withdraw myself from the line” Gasps fill the room and cries and uproars, he feels someone might have even fainted. “Instead I ask you give me another role, a new role, title, that I have made for myself. I wish to travel the lands of Fae, sea, mortal lands, and the unknown in search of allies, magic, emptied lands, treasures and advances. I wish to not own the crown but help it thrive and advance. I swear my service to it and my loyalty.” By the end of his proposal he is down on one knee head bent to the ground. He raises his eyes and sees his mother is shocked but hiding it with a steady look. His father has a smirk and looks as if he trying to keep from laughing meaning he either sees this as some joke or is nervous about what his son’s statements mean. Ben always had a feeling His mother saw him as one of the main royals reaching for the throne and probably assumed that that was what Ben had wanted. Ben just hoped she wasn’t upset with his decision. The room was silent awaiting The High King and High Queen’s reaction.

His father broke the silence with a laugh “Blood or not you definitely got the dramatics of this family, here we thought you were about to announce some coup or something, pull a Balekin part two!”

“I didn’t think that” His mother said with a smirk, low enough only Ben and Cardan could hear. Cardan whispered something to his queen as Ben stayed on one knee. He saw from the top of his vision Jude give a curt nod, and His father stood up.

“My son,” he said with a sigh “Your proposal sounds…exactly and perfectly fit for you” Ben stood up as an uproar went up filled with cheers and surprised shouts. He looked over and saw the head of the guard look at him with betrayal on her face. Seems she realized she backed the wrong prince. “However,” The High King continued “I don’t know where all this talk of crowning a new ruler came from, but perhaps…” Cardan turned to look at Jude then back at the crowd “It might be time to consider and keep watch of who that will one day be, and keep in mind Ben, just because you want withdrawal now doesn’t mean you can’t come back to reconsider before it’s too late” Ben could feel the eyes of all his siblings even the ones who care far less about these ordeals. Ben had just moved a piece in an eight-player game of chess, the piece that not only started the game but caught the attention of the other players. It didn’t matter to Ben; he was taking himself out of the game enough to still come back a hero if he really wanted to, and according to his father, still a chance to come back as king if he ever changed his mind. Ben had all the freedom to do what he wanted, and none of the others could do the same without looking like followers to him, and they all knew it. None of them could pull off what he put in motion, now that it was already done. Ben turned to his father.

“Thank you, I will remember your words as I begin and endure my travels, but for now I plan to enjoy my first night with my new title and status and worry about the details tomorrow”. The high king smiled and nodded, then step back to his wife. Ben turned to his mother and her eyes questioned him while her lips pulled into a smirk. She rose from her throne and stood in front of him and gave him a seemingly innocent hug, but Ben knew better when she pulled him down to whisper in his ear.

“For once I don’t know what you’re planning, but remember this, the throne, this new title, your siblings’ ambition, are nothing to play around with, you’ve always been smart Ben don’t let this battle change that.” She pulled away and looked into his eyes, probably hoping to find some genuine emotion there in them.

“Don’t worry about me mother” he kissed her cheek “I know my place” with that he stepped down from the dais into the crowd with his head high and gold cape flowing behind him, yes, no one could deny he looked like a king that night, the same night he seemingly gave up the throne. Ezren watched from afar eyes secretly filled with unnerving satisfaction. Ben ignored him and the questions of the nobles that approached him and grabbed a drink he knew was supposed to make him crazy with faiery lust, he downed it feeling nothing. He was never the trickster type but he did have his secrets, secrets he would take with him on his upcoming travels, secrets that would only be reveled upon his inevitable return.

#the folk of the air #Jude #Jude Duarte #Cardan #Cardan Greenbrier #Cardan Duerta #Jurdan #Jude X Cardan #Cardan x Jude #Holly Black #The Race to the crown #Taryn Duarte #Court of Shadows #how the king of elfhame learned to hate stories #OOC

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Secrets and Butterflies

Harringrove April prompt day 5, “Butterflies”--Max and Billy friendship, abuse depiction

At first, after the trailer showdown where Billy got his ass kicked by his little sister, he kinda wished she’d just tell his dad, and get it over with. Tell Neil Hargrove his son couldn’t be trusted not to punch a child, or beat a guy half to death, and let Billy take what was coming.

It was grating, knowing Max didn’t fear him anymore.

She made him wait picking her up, and she brought friends over, and if he turned the music up too loud, she just stomped into his room and turned it off, or reached right over the gearshift and turned it down. Billy snarled, and clenched his fists, and twitched every time she cleared her throat at dinner, waiting for her to triumph, but she mostly just ignored him—until she walked in on Billy and his dad.

Neil didn’t usually say anything much to Billy with Max in the house, was the thing. He’d make sideways comments—point out a mess, or a project Susan needed help with, or compliment the neighbor kids—but he didn’t lean in and clench his fingertips in the meat of Billy’s shoulder with Max there. He didn’t shove Billy into anything, with Max around, or twist Billy’s arm behind his back like this, while Billy swore, his face mashed into the hood of his car.

“Why did the cashier at Bradley’s Big Buy tell me you were good friends with his son?” Neil asked, in the impatient voice he got when the mail was late, or Susan burned dinner, or he was about to dislocate Billy’s shoulder.

“I don’t know,” Billy gasped. “Sir. I don’t—”

“What did she see, Billy?” his father asked, and Billy tried to think—he’d made so sure not to throw his arm around anyone, or spend too much time with a guy—“Did you hear the question, Billy?” his father asked, tightening his grip, and Billy’s boots scraped against the cement floor of the garage as he forgot himself and tried to squirm away.

“I don’t know,” he panted, his eyes tearing up with the twisting pain in his wrist and shoulder, and he blinked hard, gritting his teeth. “I don’t—I didn’t do anything, I swear, I didn’t—”

“Is that how you address your father?” his father asked, more softly, leaning harder, and Billy grunted with pain.

“No, sir,” he gasped. “I’m sorry, sir, I’m sorry—”

“I had thought we were past this,” his father said, and Billy heard a creak of hinges, and looked up to see Max glaring at them from the door of the garage, her mouth falling open. “I thought I was perfectly clear,” Neil said, and Billy nodded, swallowing, and trying to offset his crying like a fucking child by mouthing fuck off at Max.

She mouthed back something he couldn’t parse just as his dad shook him, forcing all his joints a little further, and Billy bit his lips on a yelp, his tears dripping sideways over his face, over his nose and across his cheek to smear against the hood of his car.

“I’ve been—I’ve been good, I haven’t done anything, I don’t know what the hell she thought she saw...sir,” Billy gritted out, and Neil sighed. Billy’s fingers were going numb.

Max turned on her heel and walked off, and Billy hated her, for a moment, for not giving a flying fuck. All the time Neil had spent making sure she didn’t see, and when she did see, she was fine with it.

Probably getting some popcorn, Billy thought, forcing down a laugh as more tears leaked out of his face, and snot dripped off his mustache. Off she went, glad her shitstain fag brother got what was coming. Neil took another breath—Billy shut his eyes, his breath catching in his throat—and then all of a sudden Susan screamed in the kitchen.

Billy’s dad slammed him down against the hood and walked quickly out of the garage, leaving Billy to swear under his breath, work his fingers, and push himself unsteadily to his feet. He kept a hand on the wall as he crept out, and down the hall to his room, laughing a little at his own idiocy as his heart pounded like he was escaping enemy soldiers.

He opened his window and leaned out, lighting a cigarette, and drawing deep breaths of the fresh air. “Shit,” he whispered, rubbing his forehead, and then his door opened, and he scrambled up, smacking his head hard on the edge of the raised window sash.

It was Max.

“Fuck you,” he muttered, sticking the cigarette in his mouth to hold his head with the hand his dad hadn’t been twisting, because that one was half pins-and-needles, and half numb.

“You sure about that?” she whispered, shutting the door. “I told Mom I saw a mouse so she’d scream.”

Billy’s brain kinda hit a speed bump with that one, and he stared at her, touching the spot where the window had hit, gingerly, and grimacing at the tenderness. “...the hell d’you mean,” he hissed.

“That’s what you meant,” she said, a little shakily, walking over and sitting on his bed like she owned the goddamn place. “You—you kept saying it was my fault, and I could tell he was pissed at you—that’s why, isn’t it.”

“The hell are you talking about,” Billy asked, his head pounding, and his shoulder feeling like it might snap right off like an action figure’s arm. “Actually, I don’t give a shit, get out—”

“When I told him you were parked with Matt Greeley,” she whispered, and Billy twitched. “I just…” she whispered, swallowing hard. “I just thought it was weird, you lying, you said you were on a date—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Billy grated out, his throat hurting.

“It was a date, wasn’t it,” she said, dropping her voice until it was barely audible. “You weren’t lying. It was a date with Matt Greeley.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Billy snarled at her, and she glowered back.

“And then he made you go outside to talk,” she whispered, “—but I didn’t—I th—I thought it was such a little thing. That’s why we moved out here, that’s why we live in the asscrack of nowhere, isn’t it.”

Billy took a long, deep drag on his cigarette, his heart thudding in his chest knowing she had more to hold over him, now.

“I’m not gonna tell anyone,” she whispered, laughing a little. “I—I’m good at secrets, actually. See?” She sniffled wetly, and rubbed her nose with her sleeve. “You didn’t even know I had any.”

“Why the fuck would you help me,” Billy asked flatly, glaring at her freckled, tear-streaked face. “You wouldn’t piss on me if I was on fire—”

“I didn’t know!” she hissed back, through bared teeth. “I didn’t fucking know you were queer, okay, jesus, I mean…” she groaned into her hands.

“...what,” he growled, tossing the butt of his cigarette out the window, and lighting another.

“You don’t tell me anything,” she muttered. “The hell was I supposed to know I was doing...that.”

That, he though, snorting a laugh. Upending his life. Making his dad go from barely tolerating Billy to hating him. Oh, that. There was a time, Billy thought, he’d have wanted to throw Max out a goddamn window, but he was too fucking tired. “Whatever,” he grunted.

“...one of the girls in my class’ older sister kissed another girl at this nun camp,” Max reported, eyes intent, and Billy snorted a laugh so hard he choked.

“What the fuck,” he said, between coughs, and wiped his eyes.

“And there’s David Bowie,” she said, glowering earnestly.

“...there is David Bowie,” he agreed, sitting back against the wall, and taking a long drag off his cigarette. Billy had read and reread the interview in Melody Maker over and over, unable to comprehend that somebody else had the same fucked-up feelings he had, and didn’t mind.

Billy blew out a long trail of smoke. “What’s your point, shitbird.”

“I don’t care if Steve Harrington gives you stomach butterflies,” she said, her eyes narrowing, as Billy sputtered and coughed some more. “And I swear I won’t tell.”

“I don’t—fucking—butterflies—” Billy spat, snarling, and her mouth quirked, dangerously close to a smile. “I don’t,” he growled. “Why the fuck would you bring Harrington up—”

“No reason,” she said, with a smirk, and he burned all over, with humiliation, but also because she’d lowered her voice again and glanced warily at the door, like she honest-to-christ wasn’t gonna tell Billy’s dad.

“...you tell anyone and I’ll end you,” he growled, letting himself slump back against the wall, just a little.

“...he didn’t use to pull that shit, did he,” she whispered, frowning at him again. “When we were kids. Before—before I snitched.”

Billy remembered getting slammed into walls, shoved around so he staggered, and the bruises from getting yanked around by the arm. He concentrated on the feeling of smoke in his mouth and lungs.

In the silence, Max whispered, “It’s worse now.”

“Shut up,” Billy hissed, on reflex.

She sighed heavily, and let herself flop back on his bed, like it was her fucking room, and Billy scowled over. “...it’s something, with Harrington,” she sighed.

“I don’t get butterflies,” Billy hissed, his face heating, and she started snickering.

“Whaddya get,” she whispered, propping herself up on her elbows to snigger at him. “Something tough? You get Death's-head moths?”

She was still laughing, so he glared harder, even though the name sounded cool. “The fuck is that,” he muttered.

“Roaches are tough,” she whispered, cupping her mouth with a glance at the door, and he snorted a laugh, and leaned to kick a leg of the bed, so she squeaked.

“I don’t have bugs, Maxine,” he grunted, and it felt...good, hearing her muffle cackles in his blanket, like it hadn’t felt since she’d sliced open his deepest, darkest secret, letting it spill out in front of everyone like a slashed vein, red and unmistakable. He took another deep breath, and leaned his head back, listening to the sounds outside the window—cars, and the wind in the late Indiana spring.

“We hang out with Harrington, sometimes,” she said, to the ceiling, with a sigh that sounded as tired as Billy felt. “You can gimme a ride. See if they’re roaches or butterflies or whatever. Stomach slugs.”

“Fuck you,” he told her, and she laughed, softly. “...it’s not butterflies,” he said again.

The other Harringrove April prompts I’ve done

#Harringrove #Harringrove April #Max and Billy #Missing scene of sorts #Neil's abuse #Teasing

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chadprez · 3 years

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Butterflies

Warning: Not an X reader fic, angst, character death.

tagging: @kyojiros-camgirl-gf @leftsidebonfire @ask-narancia-ghirga @its-that-guy-again @cesca-untoldstories

Not everything can go your way, and that's the hurtful truth.

Tanaki learned that a long time ago.

Spring and Summer was Tanaki's favorite seasons. It was always so bright for her, she could were cute little outfits. Go flower picking with Avdol, or catch butterflies. Her bare feet in the grass, sometimes not getting anything in between them. There was nothing like it.

Especially Florida, weather was unpredictable, alligators, snakes, and the heat. It was all unbearable for the poor lady, sometimes she wish she never agreed to going with Jotaro.

Getting his daughter out of jail is one thing, meeting your own daughter is another thing. Especially when she's pissed off at you, although who is she one to blame? Tanaki feels guilty of course, but she has to prove to her that she's sorry.

Ever since the loss of one of her daughters, she's not the same anymore. Her cheerful demeanor dropping, maturing as they would call it.

All her interests starting to fade away, except for one.

And that was butterflies.

Strange enough, she loved the ones that were completely white, like moths. So white that they almost glowed in the nighttime, guiding you like fireflies. Tanaki was always drawn to those.

She always hated when it rained, it always indicated something bad was happening. And it makes her feel sleepy, sometimes she wished she could just make it go away.

But she couldn't.

And simply, that was reality.

Tanaki only realizes that now.

"Mrs. Onigiri, your time is up."

But she could never believe it.

Her body feels lighter, but the rain makes her feel heavier. This was not the spring she wanted, not the grass all wet. The smell of a wet outside place.

Yet here we are.

She feels as if she's walking on thin ice, wondering what did she do wrong? The effect of his stand didn't take place did it? It couldn't have, it shouldn't have! She didn't break the promise! That's the only way the stand works! Right? So she couldn't have!

A butterfly flies in front of her before flying away, realization finally hitting her. The masked man smirks.

She broke her promise.

Looking down, her foot starts to slowly disintegrate into a while butterfly. Painlessly, but scary.

She didn't scream, nor yelled. She's realized her time was up, she broke the promise. All she had to do was not cry, yet she did.

"Mom?"

Christene couldn't believe it, she's disintegrating in front of her very two own eyes, her mother is dying. And there's nothing she can do. Tanaki looks over her shoulder, a sorrowful look in her eyes. She knew it too, they both did. Tanaki Onigiri was becoming no more. Just butterflies, her favorite kind.

"It seems you've come to realization, you're starting to die, decay, soon you'll be nothing but butterflies. This is your punishment for breaking the promise, now you must suffer."

The Rockstar goes to step closer, but is stopped by Tanaki, giving a sad smile before falling into Christene's arms, her body starting to disappear. It’s unbelievable.

She can’t believe it.

She won’t believe it!

But the look in her eyes says it all.

And that’s what she didn’t want, she wanted reassurance that her mother would be okay, that she would come back, just like her brother did once!

“Sweetie.. I’m so sorry.” Tanaki doesn’t make eye contact with her, but she’s truly sorry. She’s sorry for not showing up, for everything that’s upset Christene. Ever since the death of Cornetta, she hasn’t been able to function properly. Sometimes she wishes she could go back and redo her actions.

Her eyes half lidded, half of her body gone while she continues to disintegrate. All Tanaki could see was white butterflies, they calmed her down. A soft smile still present on her face. Her end was coming closer and closer, soon she would fade into nothingness. Maybe this was her punishment, for being a horrible mother, just like Christene said.

“MOM!! I’m so sorry! I am! I shouldn’t have yelled at you, called you a horrible mother! Please don’t leave, you can’t! What about Zo? Cornetta! She’ll cry!”

Christene goes to grab her hand, squeezing it to keep her from closing her eyes. Hoping that she’d stay with her. Looking into her eyes searching for a answer. Although her ruby red eyes shows it.

Cornetta couldn’t be..

“Cornetta you say? Oh.. heh.. I guess you didn’t hear.. Well, I’ll be seeing her in the afterlife..”

She is!

Her eyes widen as she realizes that she’s getting closer and closer, looking in her eyes once more to search if she was lying or not. But she couldn’t find an answer.

“Christene, I’m very sorry.. give my regards to your sisters and father for me will you? And don’t forget Jotaro, tell him I’m sorry also... I hope everything goes well with you and Jolyne..”

Tanaki finally makes eye contact with her, her eyes tearing up. She’s close, and she knows it, it’s only a matter of time.

“Mom..”

Letting go of her hand, Tanaki grabs onto her cheeks. Smiling the best she could, wrinkles showing. Keeping her charming nature even at the sight of death.

“I love you dear.”

What did she say?

The final butterfly goes into the sky.

Tanaki Onigiri, was finally no more.

Christene had finally come to realization with reality, it was surely the hurtful truth.

She face plants into the grass, getting her navy blue jumper wet. Not paying any mind though. Her hands curl up into balls as she sniffle.

Those sniffles turning into full on sobs.

“What a shame to see her go, but it had to happen.”

Christene wipes her eyes and nose, her face contorted into anger. Scowling at the masked man named Rasputin. A yellow aura surrounding her. Summoning her guitar, she finally stands and points to him.

“I’ll kill you.”

#Tanaki Onigiri #Christene Onigiri #Character death #OC death #Angst #apollo writes #my writing #I'm so proud of this #save

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Unfortunate Fortune - pt.3

A/N: AAAAAA! I love this Draco. We don’t get to see this side of Draco a lot but ugh! Simping for this man. Also I would have posted sooner but my sister kept distracting me.

The following day nobody had dared to say or do anything to you. Elijah hasn’t dared to look at you and that made you wonder because how could everything just stop overnight.

You were confused at how everybody approached you with caution, almost as if they were afraid. Not all of course but some that had been bullying since you had rejected Witherspoon. It was mostly his group of friends and the people that knew him in general because he was quite an influencer, popular among some.

It couldn’t be Draco, could it? He spent most of the night with you. He wouldn’t have the time.

The two of you talked and teased around. It was like a one time thing though, no sexual intentions but just one time talk. You knew he is the kind of guy, who wouldn’t want to kill his reputation with a Ravenclaw. His family was Slytherin oriantated only and the thought of him having a chance with a Ravenclaw like you, would be a disgrace. Not as much as him with a Gryffindor, especially not with a Hufflepuff but a Ravenclaw was still a disgrace to his family. You knew it and he proved it.

He walked passed you with a glance. Not a hi, not a how are you, not a moment of your time. He passed by as he had never seen you in your entire life. It crushed you a bit inside but he had told you that the night before.

‘ The two of you walked outside on the school grounds. Among the rubble and the ruins far away from the castle. He was hopping from one rock on the next, grinning at you with his flashy white smile. It matched his hair perfectly, especially when the moonlight illuminated on it. They weren’t slicked back as usual, messy with a bit of grease but the front hair fell on his forehead and he kept throwing them on the side. It showed his sharp features, slim yet nicely defined jaw and cheekbones. His hands were hanging out from his sleeves and his fingers were nicely slim and long, the back of his hand defined by his veins.

It brought heat to your cheeks but luckily for you, you were walking in the shadows and not the moonlight and that was perfect to hide your red cheeks.

“I hate this school.” he mumbled under his breath, kicking one of the rocks. “I can’t wait to get out of here.” he stopped and looked over the view.

“Why?” you asked from curiousity.

“Because it’s all about Potter every year. Potter and the professor Quirell in the First year, Potter and the Chamber of Secrets in the Seconds year, then in the Third year it was Potter and him flying on that Oaf’s bird dragon and then him in the tournament- like-”

“Do I sense jealousy here, Draco?” you quirked your eyebrow at him, smirking as he whipped his head back to you and scoffed.

“Jealous? Of Potter? Why would I ever be jealous of Weasley number what? Number 20?” he let out a laugh, sitting on the rubble and patting the space next to him.

You jumped on it and sat beside him, a little gap left between the two of you. You watched him as he gazed upon the darkness that hid among the trees, clearly deep in thoughts.

“So you’re mad at him?” you asked and could see a flash in his eyes bringing him back from his head.

“Why?” he laughed again. “At Potter?”

“You keep asking like you don’t have an answer.”

He turned his head to you, eyes slowly boring into yours with their daring grey colour. He didn’t look nowhere but inside of your soul and you felt drawn to him, like moth to a flame, yet still intimidated by him. “(y/n)?” he asked in a dangerous whisper.

You backed away a bit, nodding. “Hm?”

“Don’t amuse me.” was all he said and you could almost hear a growl under his voice as his eyes kept looking into yours.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, simply staring into each other, exchanging energies as they danced together in the intensity of the moment.

Yet, he couldn’t scare you. You weren’t that girl. You weren’t afraid of him. “Draco?” you leaned forward, your time to gaze into him, overpowering his energy and taking control.

You haven’t though because he didn’t change his eyes, nor his energy. He stood up bravely to you. A smirk presented itself on his lips and he did the same as you. “Hm?”

“You don’t scare me.” was all you said before keeping the contact alive, nose to nose and looking at each other. You pulled away, backing up and leaning on your arms before throwing your gaze onto the stars.

He continued to watch you, opposite of what he wanted; amused.

It was the way your hair fell back, hanging loosely in the air. Your chin pointed at him, your nose at the sky. Pretty- he thought but it was a dangerous thought. He can’t afford to think the way he does right now. He can’t.

“Just so you know...” he started and you put your head back down, looking at him with a quirk of an eyebrow. “I probably won’t ever talk to you.”

You felt something squeeze you in your chest but you still smiled through it. “I shouldn’t expect anything else from you.”

He simpered as well. “It’s just a one time thing and if you tell this to anybody-”

“You’ll cut my head off, la-di-da-di-da-” you sang the last part, laughing gently before throwing your head back again. “I understand your reputation, Draco. If I were you, I’d probably do the same.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, perplexed by your answer.

“Your family.” you continued to look up at the sky. “They’re...” you saught for the right word for a moment or two. “...demanding. They hold their reputation high. I wouldn’t dare to think, you wouldn’t do the same.” you shut your eyes and took a deep breath in just before you put your head back down and opened them slowly. You gave him a comforting smile. “Like I said... I shouldn’t expect anything else from you.” ‘

A few more more days passed and you slowly started to forget Draco. He didn’t pay you any attention and you couldn’t waste your energy and time trying to get it. You knew you liked the boy but the two of you were from two completely different worlds.

So, you sat behind your usual sit and plopped your head on your arms. This class was nothing but hell. Binns’ voice. Besides this God-forbidden class, you spent most of the night catching up with the assignment you didn’t know you had until late in the evening when you overheard your roommates talking. Ellie was supposed to tell you about it but since the two of you weren’t on good terms, she didn’t.

Binns’ voice was perfect to guide you to sleep you never got to have.

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When class was over and everybody was leaving, Draco couldn’t help himself but stay behind. Nobody cared to wake you up, not even Professor Binns, who left casually through the blackboard out of the classroom. Draco purpously packed slowly, telling his friends he has to take care of some bussiness before the next class.

Nobody suspected him of anything but just before Blaise left, he looked at you. He leaned down and smiled. “She’s completely in there.” he looked up at Draco, who had to force out a laugh.

“Drooling?” Draco asked jokingly, feeling the guilt and anger bubble inside of him... and something else that was quite foreign to him.

“Should we hex her?” Blaise’s eyes sparked with mischief and for a moment Draco’s facade fell down. He brushed it off quickly.

“Not worth our time.” he brushed it off, still packing slowly and keeping his eyes on Blaise.

“She’s quite pretty up close- oh, she even has a birthmark-”

“It doesn’t matter does it?” Draco cut him off, causing Blaise to look at him dubiously. “Our next class is with the Ravenclaws again. I’d rather see professor McGonagall take points from their house. Late attendance never won old Minnie over.” Draco smirked, finally putting his books in his bags.

“You’re right. Maybe we should bind her for a bit, make it last longer?” he laughed, bending over.

“Leave that to me.” Draco smiled, giving Blaise the look he was quite too familiar with.

“Alright.” he chuckled to himself, shaking his head and leaving Draco behind.

As soon as Blaise disappeared from his sight, Draco’s smile fell and he slowly got up from his chair. He threw his bag over his shoulder and approached you. He brought out his wand yet the binding spell didn’t come to him as he put his eyes on you. Not after that night. Not after that little unfortunate encounter at the corridor, where the two of you met. He put his wand inside and wanted to walk away yet his feet couldn’t move either. He wanted them to but they just didn’t listen.

He looked at you. “Pretty.” he heard himself mumble, smiling after seeing you deep in your sleep.

He squated down to your level and continued to observe your little features on your face. He couldn’t help himself but smile at you. You looked so peaceful, so innocent. There was this strand of hair on your cheek, covering most of your face and irritating him. It came so naturally to him to brush his long, cold fingers against your cheek and tuck your hair behind your ear. “Hey, silly girl.” he whispered, continuously brushing your cheek with his fingers as your eyes started to move a bit.

You let out a whine, squeezing your eyes shut and pulling your eyebrows together until the space between them wrinkled. Your lips frowned and you were resisting to wake up.

He chuckled lightly, placing his whole palm against your cheek. “It’s time to wake up.” he spoke softly, still smiling as butterflies appeared in his stomach.

And slowly, on the sound of his voice, your eyes fluttered open. At the sight of his grey eyes and his gentle smile, you relaxed the muscles around your angry frown and tensed eyebrows. You smiled at him, just as he did to you.

You felt his other hand on top of yours and one gently pressed on your cheek, his thumb caressing the space below your eye.

It almost felt like a dream.

“Morning.” his voice was a bit more louder yet still gentle.

“And suddenly you know me.” you smiled, causing him to chuckle.

“And suddenly I know you.”

You straightened your posture and realised your surroundings. “Bollocks.” you threw your head back and shut your eyes. “I slept through the whole class.” you told yourself.

“You also snored like a tiny little piglet.” he teased and you shot your head to him. “Drooled a bit too.” he continued and you rolled your eyes.

“Terribly funny, Draco. Really witty.” you retorted back, causing him to laugh under his breath as you finished throwing your books into your bag.

He stood up and stretched out his hand, offering it to you.

You raised an eyebrow, glancing up at him suspiciously. “What if somebody sees you holding hands with Ravenclaw.” you gasped dramatically. “Wait until your father hears about it.” you joked and he rolled his eyes, smiling at your impersonation of him.

“Will you hold my hand or not?” he opened his palm upwards.

Hold? - What an odd thing to say... Not take, not accept, not grab but hold...

You smiled and put your hand in his. “I’ll hold your hand, Draco.”

#Draco Malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine

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airi-p4 · 3 years

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While it lasts

This was supposed to be kind of a S4 theory about akumatized Luka + a canon-verse Lukanette approach. I guess my hand slipped? This is similar to my previous fic ‘Betrayer’, in which Juleka was the akumatized one.

Warning: ANGST.

AO3 _________________________

"Jagged Stone is your father" Anarka had just told her twin children.

Luka's world was shattered into pieces.

Jagged Stone. His favorite musician. His inspiration. His mother's old music partner.

Their father.

One word occupies his mind: abandoned.

And the image of him takes a 180 degree turn. From admiration to despise.

His idol abandoned him. Him and his sister. His mother too.

Why?

He hates it. He hates all of it.

He hates it so much, not even his girlfriend Marinette can calm him down like she usually does. Not even her sympathetic voice or her sweet heart melody can heal him. Neither could her hand pressed on his in comfort.

Juleka's mind had gone blank for some seconds. Memories of how fond Luka was of Jagged Stone occupying her mind. 'Cool', she thinks, and then she focuses on her brother, who is clearly in shock.

In silence. In a trance.

He can't hear anything anymore, she realizes, after noticing how he isn't paying attention to either Marinette's, her mother's or her own calls.

His heart song is strident, loud, noisy- And his eyes lose all his light, all his kindness too.

'Abandoned'

This word keeps spiraling in his mind. On repeat. In an infinite loop.

"Luka!" He hears Marinette's voice call him in alert, finally making him snap out of it and find the strength to fight the akuma that just entered his guitar.

“Marinette… Don’t abandon me…” he begs, holding her while fighting not to lose control and fall under Shadow Moth's control.

“I won’t”, she assures him, clearly supporting him. She keeps encouraging him not to fall into the darkness of the dark butterfly.

Her melody is sincere. So sincere she can’t hide her still unburied feelings for certain blond hair and green eyes that make her heart flutter. And he can see it: the moment that is bound to happen, the moment Marinette will break up with him to go to Adrien. The moment all walls separating them will collapse and they will meet each other in the tangled maze of secrets they’re currently trapped in. The crumble of the castle that allowed him the miracle to have her by his side at this moment.

“You won’t” he whispers, feeling his biggest fear close: Silence- loneliness.

Abandoned.

His arms tighten around her, holding her even closer, impeding her from moving. He pulls her so close he's even hurting her a little. Marinette slightly protests in a cry, but she’s more emotionally affected than physically. "Luka-!"

She's scared.

She wants to assure him she’s honest. She wishes to be able to give him all her love, her existence-

And his newly appeared akuma form is willing to take it all.

His guitar is now a big fish net, his body has grown 3 times bigger and his looks are similar to a sea God. ‘Glaucus’, he calls himself. The name of the God of the fishermen in Greek mythology. His hair is longer, and his belly has become a transparent fish tank, where he plans to keep his loved ones, both safe and close so they don’t abandon him.

Punishment for the ones who abandon, lie and betray.

Protection for the loved ones.

'Justice', he calls it.

He doesn’t even need a big fish tank, because his loved ones are limited. A countable number of individuals is enough for him: Marinette, his mother, his twin sister, the rest of Kitty Section… Mylène too, maybe, since he would feel bad for Ivan if he left her out of it. And he would consider Marinette's family too, since he knows how much she appreciates them.

As for punishment? It's also clear: Jagged Stone comes first, followed by Lila Rossi among others who have dared to hurt his loved ones, such as Chloe Bourgeois and Bob Roth.

Marinette trembles at the vision after he finally lets her go of her to grab his fish catching instrument. A tear escapes her eye, and slides to fall from her chin. And then she runs: because that’s the only way she can help him: run, transform, defeat him and fix the damage she will fight to prevent from happening.

But she's ignoring the most important fact. The fact that that's exactly the action which will lead to her down fall, the sight that frightens Luka the most: Marinette turning her back to him, leaving him all alone.

His song abandoning him.

Rage, pain and despair fills his heart, unable to be contained with his meditation or her music. The music he himself turned into a loud mess, sounding just like nails scraping on a chalkboard, painful to his ears and his soul.

And that’s when he traps her, his net capturing her and turning her into a small, bright pink colored mermaid, he literally swallows to get her inside the fish tank he carries inside his transparent glass made belly.

A relieved sigh leaving his throat: Marinette is now secured. She won't leave his side again. ‘Who’s next…?’ He questions himself, looking at his horrified mother, Anarka as he smirks. He'll soon have all of them in his treasured fish tank.

And what will happen to those who deserve punishment? Fish out of the water- dry fins gasping for oxygen. Dead fish with eyes as cold as their hearts. Or even better- Jagged is going to be abandoned on his own before that- just like he cold-heartedly abandoned him and his sister.

And now that he mentions it… 'Where's Juleka?'

The akuma looks for her, but he doesn't see her around. 'She can wait' he decides, his chants summoning a big sea wave to carry him to his unwanted father's hotel suite.

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Jagged Stone can't believe his eyes. An akuma claiming to be his son has just turned Penny into a goldfish, who is now struggling with tiny desperate jumps for oxygen to breathe through her newly acquired fins. Impossible without water. Fang is next to join Jagged's personal assistant, now tiny and convulsing.

"Who are you!? Why are you doing this!? I have no kids!! Don't lie!! Stop this! Turn them to their original forms! They could die!" The rock star angrily begs under Glaucus lashes.

"You're the one who is lying! My mother never lies, so you are the one lying when you say you have no children! You're the one who abandoned us!" He yells as angry as Jagged. "All the admiration and respect I had for you is now hate and disgust! You deserve punishment for the sake of Justice!"

"Stop right there, mermaid boy. Didn't we already make it clear what the difference between revenge and justice was when you were 'Silencer'?" Chat Noir joined the battle, protecting Jagged from being crushed under the akuma's weapon.

The akuma attacks again, but this time he's stopped by someone else. Someone Chat Noir brought along with him- a new superhero.

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During the time Marinette was trapped, Tikki, safe and sound, had carried a Miraculous to Juleka, who was watching terrified at how the events developed on TV. She was too focused to notice the kwami, but she clearly noticed the box that fell on her hand out of nowhere. Reaching it, she curiously opened it, and a magical creature appeared in front of her.

"Hi there! I'm Roarr. It's nice to meet you, Juleka!" The little tiger introduced himself.

"What are you? What's going on?" Juleka questioned.

"I'm a kwami. I grant powers! Put on that jewelry and call for the magical words to transform into a superhero"

"Me? A superhero like Ladybug? I don't think I can-" she nervously mumbled, unconfident.

"The guardian chose you for this mission! You want to save your brother, right?" Juleka nodded. "Then say the words: Roarr, transform me"

"Roarr, transform me" Juleka said, and magic surrounded her. Her new appearance was purple with tiger-like orange colored stripes over her body. Her mask was the same colors of the suit, and a pair of tiny ears decorated her now tied hair, her ponytail loose in the wind.

Moments later, she ran towards the hotel, unknowingly followed by Ladybug's kwami.

And the battle started.

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"Luka! I know you're hurt, but Jagged is telling the truth! He never abandoned u- you! He never knew he was a father! He probably doesn't even know by now!" The new hero desperately yelled.

"Lies! All lies! He deserves punishment! And you do too!" The akuma points at the heroes and Jagged who is hiding behind them.

"I'll show you the truth!" The tigress announces, calling for her superpower.

Her claws become shiny and with one touch, she marks an ‘X’ on Jagged's forehead, and a purple cloud comes out of his mouth and surrounds them, as if they had just entered his dreamland- except it's, in fact, the rock star’s memories.

Luka is in denial. It is true. Jagged Stone never knew about them. Which means he abandoned them unknowingly. Was he innocent, though?

No, he wasn’t. Because he had indeed abandoned his mother.

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Meanwhile, Marinette had been trying to find a way out of the fish tank. She couldn't transform into Ladybug even if Tikki was free, because that would make her identity public. She needed another plan.

That's when she asked Tikki to get Juleka the tiger Miraculous- and it had, once again, been the right choice.

Marinette couldn't just stay still,watching. She fought to find a way out.

Making use of the constant moving water, and with Anarka and Kitty Section's help, she found a way up, arriving to his heart. Or was it the akuma’s heart? It didn’t matter to her as long as she could save him.

The sight was not what she had expected: a vast sea surrounded by colorful stained glass with the people he cared the most portrayed on them. Anarka, Juleka and Kitty Section were there. Big, colorful and shining bright.

Marinette continued swimming in his inner tormented sea of darkness until she found another glass under a cliff: hers. It looked beautiful, but unreachable, since a rose garden guarded and protected it. Untouchable beauty.

Was this Luka's vision of her? A beautiful flower surrounded by thorns, with green stains on paint messing with the almost perfect piece of art’s balance and making it painful to watch?

Marientte felt her heart ache in guilt.

She knew she was the cause of the hurt in his eyes which he sometimes looked at her with. He had always seen through her, despite how much she had been starting to believe her own lies about ‘moving on’ and ‘love’.

Marinette shook her head: no time to waste. Cry later. Focus now.

Her tail brought her to a cliff island with a broken stained glass window next to it. The one that belonged to Jagged Stone, as his name was written on a rock. It most likely broke at the revelation of Jagged being Luka’s father, but now the window was pitch black, with the pieces scattered on the floor. Silent.

She could feel his fears of being abandoned in her own skin, and froze at the realization: his endurance and his strength were only there thanks to music. A music his heart lacked at the moment.

Music.

That's the answer. Music was what healed his heart. This time too, he needed music.

But what could she do without musical knowledge? Or without any instrument to play?

'My voice' she notices. ‘I still have my voice’

Marinette starts singing her own heart song as composed by Luka, while the battle outside continues, now with their visit to Jagged Stone's memories.

Perfect timing.

And clouds appear over Jagged's glass window, the wind carrying some pieces back to its original place- partly reconstructed.

Maybe the mermaid form had another purpose, Marinette wonders. Maybe Luka couldn't completely let go of music, after all, whether he was akumatized or not. Or maybe...

Back to present, Marinette sees a light up that lifts her out of Luka's insides. Next time she blinks, she has recovered her original appearance- clumsy human girl Marinette.

"Run!" Chat Noir commands, and she obeys. As she runs, she gazes back at Luka, who shows her a painfully sad smile.

"Marinette!" Her kwami calls her before she can give it deeper thought. "Tikki! Spots on!"

Moments later, Ladybug makes it to the battle. "Lucky charm!"

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The battle ends soon. Too soon, to Ladybug's surprise. ‘Why did he offer no resistance?’

She'll have time to think about this later. First… "Miraculous Ladybug!" Ladybug rushed to recover Juleka's Miraculous so they could go back to Luka as soon as possible.

"Thank you, Ladybug" Juleka says, running off to hug her brother.

Marinette detransforms next and soon reaches them too. But she hesitates again. Should she be by his side when she hurts him so much?

Luka meets her gaze and smiles softly, apologetically and embarrassed, but clearly welcoming her. And she doesn't hesitate anymore to join their collective hug, melting in love after a swirl of emotions. They part from the hug and they all focus on Jagged Stone who is still processing what happened.

"Wait a second- Are you really my children…? You thought I abandoned you…?” Jagged asks the twins, before turning his head to Anarka. “Why didn't you tell me? Weren't we partners? 'Rock-'n'-roll until the crocodile controls'. Remember?"

"You said you wanted to go solo. You left me behind. Did you really expect me to go back to you after the humiliation I suffered? I gave you my heart and you threw me away as soon as you could!" Anarka yelled.

"I was young and immature, and not the best father figure, I admit it! But I deserved to know! You should have told me!"

"I'm telling you now! They are your children, Luka and Juleka. If you ever want to meet them, you know where we live. Don’t you ever come back if you plan to abandon them later" Anarka says, grabbing her children's shoulders and guiding them to move out of the hotel room with a push.

"I'm sorry…" Luka mumbles to Jagged, before leaving the room.

"I'm the one who is sorry…" Jagged admits to Marinette before she runs to follow the Couffaines and Kitty Section. “I’ll go visit sometime! I promise!”

“Are you ok, Luka?” Marinette asks after leaving through the hotel doors, seeing how Jagged is looking at them from the highest balcony.

“I will be. Eventually…” he returns his gaze down to focus on Marinette, reaching to hold her hand. “I don’t need Jagged’s music as long as I can listen to yours''

Marinette feels her cheeks burn.

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On their way home, Marinette can’t take what she’s seen out of her head. ‘It was Luka's heart, right? And Luka’s true feelings. He truly loves me’, she realized. ‘But why…?’

With an instant of bravery, Marinette pulls Luka's hand to separate themselves from the rest of his family and friends.

"Luka… I- Am I painful to be with? To watch?" She bites her lip a bit and asks in terror. “Am I hurting you?”

"Of course not, Marinette. Never.” Luka assures her with a soft, faint smile. “You're more than I could ever ask for. You're the most beautiful song I've ever heard"

"Even if I have those unbearable to watch green stains...?" she whispers, embarrassed and angry at herself for not being able to make her feelings go according to her wishes.

"It can’t be helped, can it? And even if that’s the case, for me, you’re still the most beautiful despite those colors"

“Is my heart song really enough to cover for that ugliness? I hate it myself…”

“You shouldn’t. Imperfections can enhance beauty. I don’t mind them as long as I can hear your song up close” he answers.

“But-! Are you sure…? Aren’t you afraid I might end up abandoning you?” she finally asks, scared for his answer.

“I am. I’m terrified” he admits. “But how am I supposed to stand in the way of your wishes- your happiness? I can’t and I won’t do that” Luka shrugs, “Aren’t you scared of being abandoned too?”

“I am” she answers, after giving it some thought. “and that’s not the main reason for it, but I want to stay by your side” she realizes, “more than ever”.

Luka squeezes her hand and shows her a soft expression. “Thank you for always saving me. Akumatized or not,” he whispers to her ear. It surprises Marinette to see how his cheeks are pink over his fond smile.

“No-! I- I just sang a song and- It was all thanks to the new her-” she stopped herself. Luka couldn’t possibly remember what happened when he was akumatized. No one told him, no one showed him the news. He couldn’t know he turned her into a mermaid, or how she sang. Yet he thanked her for saving him.

‘Of course he knows’ Marinette understands. ‘Yet he didn’t reveal me to Shadow Moth and he let me go on purpose, too’. Her thoughts deepen. ‘I get it now’ she reaches her conclusion. ‘He wanted me to save him. He wanted me to take him back after he realized he was on the wrong side. It makes sense. He protected me despite being akumatized once again- like when he was Silencer’.

The girl’s feet stop walking for a moment at the revelation, causing Luka to look back at her. Taking one step closer, she raises on her tiptoes and gives Luka a kiss on his lips, surprising both of them.

‘I wonder what kind of music his heart is hearing now,’ she wonders, ‘because I can only hear a grateful and sincere happy tune in my own heart right now’

“Your heartsong is beautiful” she finishes with a smile he reciprocates.

Most likely, both of them knew deep inside that their relationship as it was now was bound to end at some point, sooner or later. Maybe both of them would always be afraid of loneliness and being abandoned, too. But wasn’t it enough to enjoy the music they created in that instant, while it lasts? Isn’t it the same with live concerts? They might end, but the sensations last forever in memories. Is it something to regret? Neither of them felt it was. And perhaps both of them secretly agreed with that logic as they continued walking hand in hand, enjoying each other's company and welcoming their mutual love and support, in whatever form their relationship changes into in the future.

#my fic #airipyon #airip4 #angst #S4 theory?#lukanette fic

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tartarusdwelt-a · 3 years

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five times kissed / tankswap meeeee 👉👈

five times kissed // accepting | @disaeric In which I completely forsake my regular formatting because this got TOO LONG.

i. you dare to goad the consequence, it devours you. ul’dah, the golden city.

THERE WAS A GIRL ON EITHER ARM — colour her unsurprised. They fluttered in like butterflies, like moths to a flame, and he burned so brightly. Pretty things with pastel dresses and bright eyes; in their whispers and drab flirtations she found herself watching, an alienation that bothered her only when she paused to consider it.

Not of a desire for him. No, no, that would be ludicrous. But that he should be desired and desire in turn — that his waking moments should be defined by the want that another person held for him. She did not know the sensation, nor the touch. A feral, mangy, disgusting thing; she was defined by the word of others, and held their assessments of her in cruel regard.

“aye, who should want you? fucking idiot girl, y’not worth the food I put into your mouth.”

“You know it’s rude to stare.” His tankard of ale clinks against the bar top, and she jumped at the sound. Amber eyes met golden brown, unabashedly unafraid at how she glared, and he grinned.

“I am trying to drink in peace,” she answered, her expression worsening at how he laughed, “Not watch you tongue fuck every available woman in the room —”

"Are you jealous, Koret?” She hated the arrogance in his voice, how it managed to burn colour to her cheeks without conscious thought. In a fool’s attempt, she brought her ale to her lips and hoped it would hide her expression; only to near choke on his next words. “I could kiss you if you want.”

There was a pause. She lowered her drink, smoothed her fingers against the lacquered wood, and turned to look at him only when she was sure she wasn’t pink. “I could think of nothing worse.”

“You wound me,” he answered, though she knew her words inflicted no injury. If anything they were an invitation; a test to see if her bark had any bite. Foolish; he should have known a creature raised on harm would fall to a gentle hand. They found stiffness, but not resistance, and the red of her hair tumbled like blood over his fingers as he drew a soft ascent from her jaw to her cheekbone. He held her — tender, despite his previous teasing — and when he brought his lips to meet hers they were not intense, but gentle. Nothing like she’d seen when he’d kissed the others. She told herself that was what made it worse.

A hand on his collarbone. Her fingers in divot. She pushed him back, incredulous at her own weakness, and embarrassed she let herself entertain the notion. “Stop, go kiss the tavern girls!” she snarled, the back of her palm pressing to the skin of her bottom lip.

He was radiant. She wanted to kiss him again.

ii. there is a poltergeist in your veins, it wants to watch you burn. the castrum, alight.

TWISTED, METALIC ASH FELL LIKE SNOW against her hair, blistering exposed skin as Garlean engineering groaned and melted in the fires wrought by great Ultima. The pain, however, was secondary. There was an animal in place of a girl; an instinct; a desperate claw for life as the inferno wreathed its way down the narrow passage and the cool night air felt distant as oxygen was sucked from the tunnel. Yet even still she carried on; one hand on his back, the other on the control stick, and it was all she could do to push the magitek forward out of that forsaken place.

Thancred — how stupid she was to miss the signs. Lifeless, his body draped over Maggie as they ran, and unlike her as she coughed and spluttered he uttered not a peep. That fact was more frightening than the fire; greater than the ascian she tore from his body: the truth that she had missed the signs, and it might cost him entirely.

Her scream ripped through the air as they burst free, fire spewing behind them like dragon’s breath, and a sudden turn sent them both tumbling from Maggie’s back. Kor landed hard on the wet earth, tasting blood in her mouth and feeling the gashes in her bottom lip. She struggled to push herself up, to drag her body to his even when she could see the blurred vision of her companions and hear them yell at her that she was safe.

“No, he —” Her throat was burning, her voice cracked and horse. He had not moved from the place that he had fallen, splayed a marionette flung by a ruthless child. She reached for him with muddied hands, smearing dirt across his face, and pressed her forehead against his.

Please do not be dead. Please do not be dead. I cannot bear to lose anyone else. Please don’t be dead.

The tickle of breath against her hair. Shallow, barely there, but he was alive. A gasp of relief — a laugh. Without even thinking she leaned up and kissed his forehead, caring not for the bloodstain that remained.

iii. ours are the bodies of graveyards, our hearts a mausoleum. dravania, in grief.

THE SUN. She was the sun. Her gentle light a comfort; her warmth a welcomed friend. How deep the shadows ran when she departed — how cold was the world was in her absence. It reflected in her guardian. It cheated the mirth from behind his eyes and stole the revelry from his teeth. He stared ahead with catatonic dullness, his thoughts a tempest of what if’s and if only, and the dark circles and weighted shoulders were an unintended weakness to the reality of his grief.

Which was worse — the mirror or the reflection? That she should stare into a reality she knew all too well, or that she had once projected it? Grief was intruder who slipped past her doors and made a home at her table; he had stolen her innocence and took more than a pound of flesh. It defined her, the loss of her sister. She could only imagine how Minfilia’s would define him.

Without much thought she came to sit beside him, not minding that he didn’t pause to look. The fire, as it crackled and twirled on charred logs, was a good enough distraction — she was familiar with the disassociation. To speak was to admit. To act was to give in. There was violence in the vulnerability. She knew, she knew.

Her head lay gently against his shoulder, feeling it a pitiful comfort. Yet he reached for her all the same, his hand resting on the top of her head, and they sat in the quiet for a time.

“Thancred.” When she spoke her voice was quiet, thick with an emotion she didn’t fully understand, and when she finally looked up at him she wasn’t even sure what she should say. I’m sorry. I know. It never gets easier. I wanted to die, too. It will live in you — poison you.

Instead, with lips slightly parted and the flutter of her hand against the back of his neck, she leaned in to kiss him. A foolish distraction, one she full expected him to reject, but he did not. His lips moved against hers, his tongue a delving dance, and as he twisted himself to meet her the hand that pressed itself to the small of her back cradled her as he gently lowered her to the grass.

iv. they play requiems in your honour; it is an insult. the rising stones, alone.

SHE HATED THE FLOWERS PLACED BY HIS BED. Dead — he wasn’t fucking dead — but it was as if they had left him to die. Their scent was a mockery; their withering blooms a reminder of the time that ticked idly by while he lay unmoving beneath the oil lanterns of the Scion’s headquarters. Though he breathed he did not wake, and the smooth lines on his face did little to soothe her knowing his last expression was of agony.

Gone. He was gone. Dead, but not gone. How was she supposed to rationalise that? If he were dead at least there would be a funeral, but the flowers that wreathed him shed petals in the coffin of his bed. It was absurd. She picked one from his cheek and let it flutter to the floor.

“Come back to me,” she pleaded. But like every time her voice did not reach, nor did her actions have any effect. She took his hand, curled his fingers around her own, and pressed them to her mouth. “I love you. Please, please come back.”

He was silent.

She did not expect anything less.

Choking back her own despair, she willed herself the gentleness to lower his hand before the anger exploded.

The vase shattered into a thousand pieces against the wall. Wet hands pressed themselves to her cheekbones, hoping the pain would stop her grief, but it ripped itself from her lungs all the same.

She fell to her knees.

v. golden, she burns like atoms. you cannot protect her. the first, sacrosanct.

AH, SO THIS IS HOW SHE WOULD DIE. Not by her own hand, but the light. In holy radiance she would be purified from the inside out. Incinerating her, she would become beautiful and clean.

It burned. Gods, it burned.

She didn’t realise she was screaming until his hands were steady on her shoulders, uttering soothing placations she knew neither of them believed. Five years on his side had changed the man she knew, but even in the depths of his weariness the familiarity remained. He was a fixture; her fingers wrapped around his arms an anchor; and even as she choked and vomited the burning light he did not peel himself from her side.

“It hurts, it hurts.” Kor didn’t mean to sound so vulnerable — so small. She was the Warrior of Darkness, she could not show weakness. But it poured from her like a fount and dripped off her skin like holy water, and as she cried he kissed her head and kept her steady in her fight.

“I’ve got you,” he assured, even know she knew neither of them believed it. Even if it wasn’t enough. “You’re going to be okay. I’ve got you.”

#disaeric #in which i thought this would be like sexy battles and shit #but my brain said #nah #angst #nothing but angst #for like... i don't even want to word count #「 ♛ 」𝙆𝙊𝙍𝙀𝙏 / when you inhale I fill your lungs.

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journal-for-them · 3 years

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1:27 am. 8/20/21

hey dude. what’s up?

i’m really missing you every day all day these days. day day day day day day day. i hate that you are gone. i hate it. i miss you so much. i don’t want to forget you. i’m scared if i try to progress in my life you will be just a memory. i can’t imagine my life without you even though i have to live it. it’s so unfair that you’re gone. you had so much ready for you. you were about to enter the most important part of your entire career just for it to be knabbed a weekend before it began. i’m still too nervous to find out the cause of your death. i think when i find out i feel like it’ll make it.. real. there will be a medical diagnosis in my brain as my greatest enemy for taking you away.

as i strain my head trying to deal with your passing, i find myself unable to process the fact that i am thinking about someone who is no longer in a body. i see your face every place i turn and quite frankly, its a little hard to process your death when you give me signs of yourself every damn place i have turned this whole summer. every time i stepped outside this whole summer of the deepest depression i’ve ever had, i saw a moth or a white butterfly. i saw you fly over mikey and i. i saw you every time i laid on the hammock. every time i gazed at the ocean, every time i made a new memory, you were there. you landed on my leg once. i was with mikey and budo in rockport. budo was barking at the water over and over, for no apparent reason. i knew it was you. a single moth flew around the three of us and landed on the top of my thigh high sock, exactly where you’d put your hand on every car ride we took. i knew it was you. i really hope that that was you telling me that i am okay for moving on. i really want to not feel guilty but i can’t help but feel like this isn’t what i should be doing. i really hope that you’ve been sending me the signs when i’m with them that i am okay and i am safe with them.

and as odd as it is to just talk about how my life after your death is, i need to actually tell you about mikey.

they have been absolutely the most incredible support. you would be so happy to know that i have really stepped out of my comfort zone because they push me when i need to be pushed. they are gentle and kind with me when i need them to be. they come from a family full of so much love. their family has all been so extremely supportive and i’m building a really great relationship with their sister. i talk about you most of the time. mikey is extremely patient and pretty much always willing to listen, and if they aren’t then they will still tell me that i am loved and i am okay. they keep me very grounded when we are together when i get too lost in my dreamland. they’re very creative, their notebooks are full of the coolest drawings. they have a thing for lists and they have a very particular way they consume media. i think you would’ve loved their thoughtfulness.

i wish so badly that there was a way to see if you’re doing okay wherever you are in this universe. i miss you so much.

i haven’t been sleeping well lately.

it’s almost 2 am.

goodnight.

love you forever

- eya

#grief #late night letters #zachary #mik3y

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nobodyfamousposts · 5 years

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Miraculous Kwami Swap

I’ve seen it done before where circumstances result in a different pair of heroes in Origins, but I’ve yet to see it fully expanded on just how wide-ranging the effects would be.

Imagine we have Alya and Nino get the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculous.

For one, it would be better on principle because of the idea behind this change is that the perspective and focus would ultimately be more spread out among the characters rather than central on two. This is in part because neither Alya or Nino would have the direct tie to the central plot other than by being chosen as the heroes. This means no tie to the villain or to the guardian.

Furthermore, there would be much different dynamics—not only with each other, but with their families and civilian lives. Marinette and Adrien had it easy in a sense as each of them was an only child. Compare that with Nino, who has a younger brother and Alya, who has two younger sisters to watch out for as well as one older one who is rather dead-set on protecting her from the akumas she has to go out and fight.

On the plus side, this means Nino wouldn’t need Marinette’s help to beat Nora at arm wrestling. On the other plus side, Nora would strike me as the type to catch on to Alya’s secret and try to help her…through training her to fight.

Alya: I can never use my arms again!

On the same note, this means very different positions for Alya and Nino as the Ladybug and Black Cat.

Alya was shown to be very big on the idea of superheroes in Origins, so she would be pretty psyched about being one, in a manner rather similar to Adrien. She’d have to learn that the life of a superhero is actually much more difficult than expected with secrets and juggling responsibilities—something she may “know” about from comics, but not something she would understand until she actually has to live it—much like in Sapotis where she initially said she’d tell Marinette her identity at the start of the episode only to back out of doing so by the end.

She’s also pretty reckless in canon, meaning that any instances of Chat!Nino rescuing her would be more of a response to her not fully thinking things through than him needlessly jumping in the way. This would allow for more growth potential for Alya as she is forced to take a serious look at her actions and possible consequences.

There would also be more difficulty with the Lucky Charm. Alya isn’t shown to be one for thinking things through, and that is something the Ladybug position would require and force her to do. This ultimately forces Alya to slow down and consider things before acting—both in regards to jumping to conclusions, but also in leaping before she looks. There’s also the bonus that this would result in Chat!Nino being able to step in to help direct her at points and allow him more of a role and say in battles.

On the other end, Nino is shown to be laid back in canon, but he is shown to be pretty good at thinking on his feet and planning things out. Even as an akuma, it took quite a bit of planning and set up to arrange Adrien’s birthday party. There’s also the other party from Party Crasher where Nino plotted out everything from what excuses to give the girls to how to get into the mansion. Sure, it was a horrible plan for various reasons, but it was a well plotted out one. His level of planning actually seemed to be about on par with Marinette though without the universe as a whole working against him most of the time.

Nino would admittedly do well with the Ladybug Miraculous. He’s smart, he’s a quick thinker, and he’s good at planning. But he’s not quite so good with leadership. We saw during Horrificator how he was acting—changing the script without telling everyone or consulting Alya when it was HER script, being harsh on Mylene, replacing her too quickly without considering her feelings. These were things the show didn’t call him out for, but they were still issues that should have been noted and addressed.

Nino is noted to be more of a follower, perhaps even codependent to a degree. In two separate instances, he pretty much gave up once Alya was down even though he could have continued and helped the heroes turn things around. First during Zombizou when Alya was kissed by the zombies in the elevator, he chose to stay behind with her and let himself be kissed once she was converted. It was sweet, sure, but there was no real reason for that if he knew Ladybug could restore things and that he could help her do so and save Alya. The second time was during Heroes Day when Alya was hit by the hate arrow and akumatized, he was so dismayed by it that he let himself be taken down as well. Ignoring again that this wasn’t the end and there was something he could do. Furthermore, whatever decisions he made or sides he chose to take seemed mostly dependent on other people and what they wanted from him at the time rather than using his own judgement.

A cat should be able to stand and act alone when needed, and that’s something he could gain from the Black Cat miraculous. Not to mention that there’s also the matter of the kwamis and how these pairings would interact.

Of the possible options for human and kwami teams, the most gain and interesting interactions seems to be with Alya and Tikki and with Nino and Plagg. Tikki would be encouraging Alya’s better traits but also helping to rein her in when she jumps to conclusions or acts without thinking. She’d also push Alya to consider how other people feel. Plagg, on the other hand, is particularly ornery and would be the one encouraging Nino to act rather than sit back, even if the “acts” he’s encouraging would be less than particularly noble. I’d also see Plagg having less concerns about acting out and Nino having to act more as the responsible one and trying to keep Plagg in line. Since he doesn’t have to worry about Nino being locked up and isolated the way commonly threatened with Adrien, Plagg would have less reason to need to behave. And since Nino likely couldn’t afford massive amounts of Camembert, he’d have less incentive to behave either.

This would also change the dynamic of the love square. Alya would probably consider her partner as a love interest since they’re both heroes and partners and that’s generally how it goes in the comics. It’s not about putting him on a pedestal, it’s about falling into expectations and it would be another aspect of heroism that Alya would need a lesson on. Furthermore, Nino still starts out with the crush on Marinette.

So we’d have Alya and Nino juggling their hero duties, school, families, and friendships. But what about those friendships?

Adrien is still the son of the big bad, but he doesn’t know it. Furthermore, he knows nothing about the Miraculous either. Being Chat Noir had no real impact on a number of aspects of his civilian life, so he would still have the initial circumstances of his first day of school, would still be friends with Chloe, would still be accused of putting gum on Marinette’s seat, and would still end up making things right with her by the end of the day. So he’s still friends with Nino an is still the center of a lot of people’s affections: Marinette, Chloe, Lila, and Wayhem.

Without Chat Noir, Adrien wouldn’t have an outlet for all the energy and freedom-seeking, so we’d be seeing a more vocal and dare I say rebellious version of Adrien than the one we get in canon. So not only would we have more Adrien and Gabriel interaction and conflict, but that also means Adrien manages to have more free time to hang out with his friends.

Ultimately, when the main duo are allowed to start asking others for help, Adrien would be high on Nino’s list. Nino would give Adrien the fox because of the illusion that Adrien tends to maintain. He knows that Adrien hides himself behind a mask and so would give him a chance to show his true self. The fact that it would be later revealed that Adrien is the son of their arch enemy would hit them pretty hard. Especially if things happen that result in Adrien switching sides to help his father.

Also, since Adrien isn’t Chat, that means he never inspired or got a front row seat to Ladybug’s speech and never fell for her. So no love square. That means he’s able to explore possible feelings for any of the people interested in him. In particular, Marinette.

Now that she’s brought up, what role does Marinette play in this? Imagine if she gets drawn into the whole thing by accident?

Given Alya’s nature, she strikes me as a proactive hero—to the point where she would be trying to seek out Hawk Moth in her downtime. So she starts going over possible suspects, looking for clues to where the akuma are coming from, what all Hawk Moth would need for his lair, etc. And one of the people on the list is none other than Adrien Agreste.

Think about it! Monsters start attacking only after he first starts showing up. Their class have almost all been turned into akumas by this point. It’s like Hawk Moth is targeting them specifically. And Adrien is never around during an akuma fight (because he’s hiding like any sensible person)! And Adrien is one of the few people in class who hasn’t been akumatized! it can’t be coincidence!

So Alya pulls Marinette into her scheme to check out the Agreste mansion for clues. And they would find nothing since as it turns out, Adrien actually is innocent.

Except Nooroo in this version of events isn’t nearly as passive as his canon counterpart. The heroes are struggling and Gabriel is even more of an ass to his son and to Nooroo himself. Needless to say, he’s somewhat spiteful and feeling particularly passive aggressive.

So when a random school friend of Adrien’s just happens to visit (read: scope out the mansion for clues), Nooroo uses butterfly effect—which he IS the master and creator of thank you very much—to get the Peacock Miraculous into her bag in hopes that she can help in some way. Inform the heroes, get the Miraculous to Fu somehow, help Dusuu, just something more than the Peacock Miraculous staying trapped in the safe where Gabriel can use it.

So Marinette gets home unknowingly carrying a magical item in her bag. Later on, she discovers she now has a strange broach. And an even stranger creature attached.

Marinette: AH! IT’S A GIANT BIRD! A MOUSE! A-A BIRD-MOUSE!

Marinette is still pretty smart. She would figure out at some point that Alya is the Ladybug hero and want to help. But the Miraculous is damage and using it would cause her harm. So Marinette tries to avoid using the Peacock Miraculous while also trying to either find the Guardian or figure out some way to fix the broken magical artifact…to…some limited success.

Ultimately, Marinette is trying to help in her own way, but with the volatile situation, she tries to avoid transforming unless the heroes really need her to. Unfortunately, given the difficulty Alya and Nino are having as the heroes, as well as the changes with Adrien that are forcing Gabriel to push matters more quickly, Marinette ends up having to transform and help out on several occasions. And as she does, she gets weaker as the damaged Miraculous is taking its toll on her.

So let’s review:

We have Ladybug!Alya. Quick to action and struggling with thinking things through, with a Miraculous and kwami that are pushing her to become more of a leader and plan things out.

Black Cat!Nino. A follower and possible codependent, with a Miraculous and kwami that are prone to trouble and pushing him to act.

Fox!Adrien. More rebellious and passive aggressive. With a super villain father and much less inclined to simply sit by and let people hang on him or infringe upon him.

Peacock!Marinette. More shy but less anxious or overwhelmed due to not having the responsibility of Ladybug. Still creative and intelligent, enough to know who at least one of the superheroes is, and by pure happenstance ends up with the Peacock Miraculous.

This can only go well!

#ml au #kwami swap #kwami swap au #ladybug alya #black cat nino #fox adrien #peacock marinette #how can this go wrong

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