#Fortnite rp

[golden-gear-guy]

*It was probably for the best if they stopped this conversation for now. Midas peered out the window and saw some of the grass outside having been turned to gold as well. The whole house was a complete mess and Gear was doing even worse. It wouldn’t be too long till Montague and Brutus got home from their grocery store trip as well, and he had no idea how to even begin cleaning any of this up. It’s not like he wanted to anyways. All he wanted to do was to just lay down in bed and sob his heart out.*

“Yeah.. I think I’ll go take a bath first..”

*He wasn’t really sure if Nolan should even stay here based on everything that just went down. He didn’t know how his housemates would potentially react to it. Monty would probably make a frustrated face then go back to his game, while Brutus might just try to strangle Nolan to death. Gear didn’t have the brain capacity to wonder about it any further, his head already throbbed bluntly from crying so much. Either way, taking a bath would be synonymous with getting wasted and probably even more crying, but he felt like that was the only thing that could numb him enough to be able to cope with the situation. Being heartbroken was one thing, but he also felt used, and worthless and now he was still planning on housing the guy who made him feel like absolute shit. He should have just sent him to crash at Kado’s, but those soft words pulled at Gear’s heartstrings enough for him to give in. Things could hardly get any worse..*

*Gear rubbed the tears out of his eyes and sighed, before walking over to one of the kitchen cabinets and grabbing a bottle of wine, the glass now gold, the liquid inside seemingly still good. This should calm him for a while at least.. He shot one last glance at Nolan before he walked up the stairs and disappeared out of his sight.*

*Gear bursted through the front door, visibly distressed, hiding something behind his back. He seemed to stand there for a bit, thinking over what he should do next before he took a deep breath and walking up to Nolan in the kitchen.*

“Yo. Went to the shop to get Monty something and.. uhh..”

*He finally revealed what he was hiding behind his back, it was a bouquet of light pink camellias and seven dark pink roses, the colours of the flowers popped from the dark leaves and white baby’s breaths that surround them, leaving the composition very pleasant on the eyes. He thought about what Pinkie said, how it symbolised longing, infatuation and wanting to be someone’s. A light flush crept across his face just from the idea of it. He really hoped Nolan knew nothing about flower language, it would most likely come off as insanely desperate.”

“Got everyone something nice so don’t think you’re special.”

*He shook his head. That came off terribly different from what he meant.*

“Or.. No, you should think that, cuz you are.. Anyways yeah, have this.”

@nolan-chance-fortnite

[briteraider]

Do people even post selfies on here? ;-;

Eh, who cares? Behold me anyway ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

[kado-fortnite]

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[hadesfortnite]

Some things need to be done, but my time is running out, I don’t know how much longer I’ll live…

No, I think I can survive with this one.

[manwiththegold]

Contrary to popular belief, I'm not a twink.

[montague-fortnite]

Old photo, from before the place became dusty and uncared for.

An old friend took this photo, don't see them much anymore.

[ascendant-midas]

Yoooooo, High five!

@xxskull-trooperxx

I don't think that's a good idea.

* Midas folds his arms across his armor-plated chest to avoid hand contact. *

I wouldn't like to have any mishaps.

[appleguuce]

Them!!

[snippydippy]

Making up Lost Time

Midas shares a moment with his daughter late one night. Their connection is frayed, but mending with time.

*This short was written with the context of the Tumblrverse FN-RP community. It is canon to @king-midas-fortnite and his relationships with characters mentioned.*

Midas was sitting in the lounge of the yacht very late at night. Not an unusual time for him to be awake, and he expected to be alone. Especially now that the majority of the crew was living in the condos up the Zipline. Valeria was in his bed. She had stirred when he'd gotten up, but with a soft kiss to her temple, she seemed to have settled back into sleep. 

He'd come down when rest again evaded him, bringing along a couple of the books that Valeria had bound for him. He'd poured himself a drink and was reading one that told the story of Orpheus in his native language when movement at the entry way drew his eyes up.

Expecting Valeria to have woken up, he was surprised to see Jules there. She stayed at the doorway, looking unsure as she fiddled with her hands, "Hey, Dad. What're you doing awake?" 

"Hey, Jules." He smiled softly, happy to see her, "I should ask you the same thing. What're you doing down here? Wandering aimlessly?"  

She smiled a little, stepping into the room and over to the seat across from the couch he was on, "I guess..." 

Midas set the book down over his knee to save his page, "Are you alright?" 

"Yeah." She answered quitely. Midas suspected she had more to say, so allowed the silence to give her time. Eventually she said, "You know I'm glad you're back, right?"

This surprised him. In a good way, but it pulled silence from him nonetheless. Which she seemed to allow him time for in return. A smile found its way back to his face before he answered, "Of course, though it's wonderful to hear you say that." 

They both looked at eachother for another moment. Soft, knowing smiles on both of them. Midas set his drink down on the coffee table, "You know I am glad to be back, right? Glad that you have let me into your life, even more so." 

"I know." She replied with a quiet laugh, looking back to her hands, "I came down here because I figured you'd be awake. Wanted to take the chance to say that, I guess. While you were alone. I know you haven't been sleeping...that you barely ever sleep, actually."

"Thank you, Jules." He said. Conversation with his daughter was difficult. Everything their relationship had been through up until this point, everything Midas had put it through had made any sense of normality difficult to achieve. However, Jules coming down to see him warmed the King so thoroughly. He wanted to soak in as much time with her as possible, having lost so much of it already, "I'm sleeping a bit better now than when you had all brought me back. I think spending time with everyone has done a lot of good." 

"Hm, probably helps to be sharing your bed with a heater?" Jules asked. They softly laughed together. 

"Valeria has helped, yes. She..." Midas paused. He was not an open man with anyone. But if there was anyone with whom he wanted to be, it was Jules. So he stuffed the hesitation, "She has been there for several of my night terrors. Waking up to someone there is new, and sometimes frightening with, well." he lifted his hands, gold catching the warm light in the room. Jules nodded in understanding. He continued, "But, she calms me, talks me through panic. Her company is something I cherish."

Jules nodded again, another small smile on her face. This man sitting in front of her was so different than the one she'd first met. Her father had been cold. Calculating, often downright cruel. She still did not feel completely comfortable being close to him, but she could see that he'd changed. he was trying.

"As is yours." Midas said, pulling her from her thoughts as she looked at him, "Everyone on our team here, but yours most of all." 

Jules had to look elsewhere. The tenderness on his face was not unpleasant, but so foreign. Her eyes fell to his book, and she gestured to it, "What're you reading?" 

"Oh," Midas lifted the book from his knee, showing her the cover even though he knew the Greek would mean nothing to her, "It's one of several books Valeria gifted to me. Stories older than I am, she recorded and bound them herself. All in older Greek dialects." 

"That was thoughtful of her." Jules said, holding her hand out while her father handed it over.

"Very, yes. This one is about Orpheus, which you've probably heard. A story that a younger version of me would have taken as a warning on looking back, rather than a moral on trust I now believe it to be."

Jules flipped through it. The Greek on every page was indecipherable to her, but the writing was pretty anyway. 

There was another book sitting on the couch next to his leg. She closed the one she had, gesturing to the couch as she handed it back, "What about that one?" 

Midas looked to the other book, a flash of something crossing his face. More hesitations he had to fight against.

"That one," he started, trading the story of Orpheus for the other title. He held it in both hands like it weighed more, though it looked to be a much shorter story, "This one I am.. working up to."

"What do you mean? Is it about you?"

"No, older than me." He said with a dry chuckle, "It's a children's story. A short one, about a minotaur." 

"You're working up to a children's story?" Jules asked, leaning forward with elbows rested on her knees, "Is it like, scary or something?" 

"No, no." Midas laughed again with a shake to his head, "Certainly more violent than stories meant for kids these days, but that's not why." 

He stared down at the book in his hands, the corners of his lips slowly falling down. Jules could tell the answer also took some working up to. She waited patiently, bringing up a hand to rest her cheek in. 

After a moment, Midas tore his eyes from the title to glance at Jules. A smile returned to his face that didn't meat his eyes, "It's just a bedtime story. One that I..." 

He paused again, his throat suddenly feeling a little tight. As open as he desired to be with Jules, he did not want to cry in-front of her. He cleared his throat against the feeling, "One that I used to tell to my daughter. My first daughter, Marigold." 

Jules blinked, her turn to be made silent once more. She didn't want to let this one linger, though all she could manage was, "Oh." 

"Yeah." Her father said in close to a whisper, setting the book down on the coffee table between them. His eyes flit between her and it, "Valeria didn't know what it was when she gave it to me. She couldn't have known, obviously. But seeing it in the collection was a surprise. I have not laid eyes on it since...back then." 

Jules nodded, looking at the book before holding out a hand, "May I see it?" 

Midas looked to her hand and then picked up the book, handing it over with a nod. Jules slowly flipped through it in silence. Again, it was filled with beautifully written words that she could not read.

"Marigold..." She said as if pondering the name. Her father watched her face as her eyes showed contemplative thought, "My half sister. My uh, much elder half sister." 

He smiled with a short breath of affirmation at her attempt at levity, though he felt a pagne in his chest. While born some 2000 years before Jules, Marigold had never reached the age his daughter was now. The stubborn lump in his throat grew harder to swallow down. 

He looked down to his hands folded together over his knees. The precious metal over his skin refleced his eyes, threatening to well. 

The silence came back. Jules closed the book, letting her fingers trail over the title that had been carefully burned into the leather.

"What was she like?" Jules asked.

Midas blinked, eyes quickly raising to her. She was still looking at the title. He was grateful for her tact as he felt the sting of tears. 

"She was..." Another hard swallow, his voice trembled as he continued, "She was beautiful. Intelligent from the moment she could talk, and friendly. She hated her classes, sitting still for too long bothered her. She always wanted to speak with everyone in the palace instead. Her mother had to come and carry her out of my meetings many times." 

Jules smiled, keeping her eyes on the book, "She sounds kinda like me."

Midas felt moisture on his cheek, and he brought a quick hand up to clear it, leaving it to rest over his mouth, "You remind me of her."

While he still saw Marigold often enough in his night terrors to know they shared a few features, he wished he could confirm the likeness in their developing personalities. But, he could not. He had not known Jules when she was that young.

He wished that instead of keeping his distance, that he had been around for his second daughter's childhood. He wished that his anger, his guilt, and his fear hadn't kept him away.

Jules finally looked at him. Her father was glad not to find pity in her expression. Only a small, empathetic smile. One he returned. She looked back down to the book, taking a breath before asking, "Would you read it to me?" 

Midas let out a single laugh. A heavy sound, edging on a held-in sob, "You want me to read you a bedtime story? You're a little old for that, aren't you?" 

She laughed, too with a roll of her eyes, "Yeah, but I want to know what the story's about, and I can't read Greek." 

Another look exchanged between them, Midas eventually nodded with a smile that did reach his eyes. He expected Jules to simply hand over the book, but she surprised him again by getting up from her seat and moving to sit with him on the couch.

"Hang on, I want to get comfortable for my bedtime story." She said, placing the book in his confused hand. Jules then grabbed a throw pillow to hug in her lap as she faced him and leaned back against the arm of the couch, "Okay, go." 

Midas laughed softly once more, turning to face her while he opened the book to its first page. Live-translating to English would be a little tough, but he was happy to do it. Thankful, even. The tears in his eyes remained, but they did not spill over again as he began the story. 

[crowned-public-enemy]

Oh, wonderful. Another one people will associate me with. And this one is a juvenile delinquent. How great!

Pleased to meet you, sir. My name is Meowdas, and I would be glad to make your acquaintance.

@meowdas-fn

I have no idea what about this guy I hate more. That he's a Midas, or that he's a fucking cat.

Midas, but you obviously know that. Can't say I'd be glad to do the same, but... Hi, I guess.

Why are you a cat?

[king-midas-fortnite]

✨Congratulations, Your Majesty!✨

You have made it through your youthful curse. The Prince will be sent home, and the King will return. Hopefully, you have learned something from this.

✨Welcome back, King Midas.✨

The Prince entered the King's office with a sudden push to the door. He was aggravated and just wanted to dig through his future self's affects to see if he could find anything useful towards sending him home.

However, he saw Valeria sitting at the desk when he opened the door, and his shoulders slumped. He was in no mood to have another back and forth with anyone, no matter how beautiful. However, again, she could be helpful. If he could manage to play this conversation right.

He closed the door behind him and stepped to the desk, taking off the crown from his head and setting it in front of her, "Valeria, I'd very much like to go home. The version of me you all think so highly of must have something that can help with that in this desk. So if you wouldn't mind letting me where you are, I'm going to look through it."

He didn't like the look she gave him, but just as Valeria went to speak, she and everything else seemed to freeze in place.

He then heard a voice coming from everywhere, expressing congratulations and a return to home.

"Oh, thank the Gods!" He shouted before there was a flash of light that came from his own body--

--When the Prince opened his eyes, he found himself staring into another set. One gold, and one white. They were his eyes, only...older. Tired, dark underneath, and obviously angry.

"You have made quite the mess for me to clean up." King Midas said to him.

The Prince blinked, taking in the dark tattoos wrapping around his neck and disappearing under his clothes, the scar cutting down from his forehead across his eye, and his hair. Longer than the statue, but still far too short. The Prince cleared his throat, "The company you keep should learn how to speak with royalty. Have you no respect for your own title--"

"Enough." Midas put a hand up to silence him, the Prince's eyes quickly scrutinizing the gold covering it, "You make a mockery of it, you have insulted people I care a great deal for, and have thoroughly embarrassed me. I am so very glad to have outgrown you."

They glared at each other a moment before the Prince, just as the King made a move to step, said, "Do you...do you have any advice for me? Before I go back?"

Midas paused, eyeing the other again before sighing, "No. You aren't going to remember any of this anyway."

"How could you possibly know that?"

"I just do, alright? I don't have the patience to explain, but whatever it was that put this curse on us...it would never be so kind as to give me the opportunity to fix my mistakes. No...you're going to go back with no memory of being here. Nothing I say to you now is going to matter."

"Then..." The Prince shifted where he stood, eyes locked onto the gold covering the other’s skin, "Say it anyway."

Midas looked at the young man with deep sorrow. Regret, guilt, anguish, all mixed together in his mind as two gold eyes stared hungrily at the precious metal covering him.

He reached forward, gilded hands gently taking the Prince's shoulders, "Be satisfied. Recognize that what you have...your life, your love, your future daughter, they are all enough. Please, please do not throw it all away for power or wealth. Appreciate everything."

He could see in the Prince's eyes a desire to pull back. He knew there must have been an intensity to his own gaze that would make the younger man uncomfortable. However, the Prince did not pull away. Instead, he swallowed hard, and he seemed to steel himself. He nodded somberly.

Midas did not want to let him go. Part of him thought, horrifyingly, that killing him would prevent every mistake he ever made. But, it would also prevent everything else. Every friendship, every love, every accomplishment and joy. Jules, Valeria, Tina, Marigold...all of it.

He slid his hands from the prince's shoulders, nodding himself. Both of them took the step to pass each other, both stepped towards the lights that would take them home.

King Midas stopped just before reaching his. Looking over his shoulder, he saw his younger self reach for the light, and disappear. He hadn't looked back. Of course not. Deciding not to look back, not to reflect...That was always his problem.

Not anymore.

The King turned to the light once more, and next found himself snapping open his eyes in his office. Valeria sat in front of him at his desk, his crown on its surface. He picked it up with hands covered in gold, and replaced it on his head.

“I’m back, φοίνικα μου.”

[golden-gear-guy]

[ Minato didn't exactly engage in reaching out to people, it just wasn't in his nature. If people wanted to bother him they would whether he wanted them to or not. Gear definitely seemed like the type to bother him first but here he was anyways beating him to the punch. If only because he was curious about the man's sword. ]

[ He had set up a temporary place to rest on the grass right by the Floodgate, close enough to the road but still comfortably distanced from both it and the ledge of the cliffs. Minato finally sends that DM. ]

Meet at the Floodgate, my bike is parked at the eastern lot and I will be waiting in the shade. I'll be around until sunset so. Show up whenever. :|

- @minato-fortnite

alright, will be there! c:

*It took Midas an ungodly amount of time to get ready. He cleaned his katana twice for good measure and checked over his bike three times back to back, still feeling like something was wrong. The Floodgate was very close to his house so he didn’t need to worry too much about accidentally arriving right after Minato left. Still, he anxiously pranced around the house, trying to figure out what made him so on edge.

It’s been way too long since he’s met a new person, the last time must have been months ago. While he was mildly embarrassed about his worsening social skills, something else was still twisting around in his mind, making him unable to focus. That brief but ominous conversation he had with Charlotte just couldn’t let him be, the fact that something or someone could be around and watching him scared him more than he cared to admit. He’s made many enemies, yes, but this time seemed different. The island as a whole might have been the root of the problem, it seemed like a perfect safe haven before he realised it was packed full of roaming spirits and restless demons. All that supernatural shit was not something he ever wanted to deal with again.

Once he managed to somewhat calm himself he packed up his katana and put away two cans of energy drinks. He went with his usual lemon tea flavour, that was probably something most people could enjoy. With a sigh he hopped on his bike, arriving at Foxy Floodgate fashionably late, even though it was only a 10 minute drive away*

[nolan-chance-fortnite]

NOLAN CHANCE'S TASTY RECIPE

HOMEMADE SHIELD POTION

Ingredients

-A blender

-A Bottle, a jug or mini bottles or a glass or the container of your preference

-Water spirit

Instructions:

ENJOY

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[kado-fortnite]

Had a rather pleasant evening the other night atop the Nitrodrome, a wonderful spectacle with decent company. I'll have to visit more in the future.

[ @king-midas-fortnite ft. art by @valeria-fortnite ]

[rose-of-olympus]

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[manwiththegold]

Chat, am I handsome?