#damn his necklace got eaten XD

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"fuck you alarm I'm busy" -Kellen

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Fated II - The Portrait

Sequel to Fated - also available on AO3. For everyone in the AkaFuri fandom. But especially for @m-and-a-artist ♥ Sorry I’ve been MIA XD

In the two years since Furihata had been moved into his lover’s mansion, he’d spent most of his time in the common areas. He liked to frequent the library and he’d eaten in both the guest and private dining rooms on several occasions, but other than his bedroom - more of a place to keep his tools, really - and the room he shared with Akashi, he hadn’t really taken a chance to explore the old house.

Because Akashi was a vampire - the leader of the Tokyo area vampires, to be precise - one might think that he would sleep during the day. However, because of his age and, what Furihata could only determine was ‘seniority,’ he hardly ever needed to take a rest.

But even century-old members of vampire royalty needed a nap from time to time and, on this very afternoon, Furihata found himself alone for the first time in months.

He thought about walking down to the library. He’d barely made a dent into the massive collection of literature and reference books. But, as he made his way toward the east wing, a strange sensation seemed to tug at his chest. 

Furihata paused, turning around and staring down the long, heavily furnished hallway. Something was calling him, beckoning. And, as if on their own, his feet carried him in the opposite direction.

He’d never been to the west wing. It wasn’t like he’d been forbidden. There were no enchanted household items telling him to stay away. But it had just never interested him before. Perhaps it was because he’d been adjusting to life in his new home. Or maybe it had been his nightly rounds keeping him too busy and leaving him tired during the day. But, whatever the reason, it didn’t matter now.

Now, all Furihata could think of was walking forward, toward whatever it was that was calling out to him.

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The west wing was a mirror image of the east. Sure, there were different pieces of furniture and trinkets atop them, but it more or less looked the same. Save for a door at the end of the hall.

Their master suite took up most of the east wing, so Furihata couldn’t imagine what type of room was there, so much farther from the staircase than their own double doors.

But he didn’t think about it long, for there it was again...the pull. He placed a hand over the silver locket he wore. It was silly to think that the necklace was floating, but that was certainly what it had felt like.

Furihata shook his head and walked toward the door, pausing when he finally reached it. It was open a crack. He lifted a hand, hesitating for a moment, before he pushed it open the rest of the way, the heavy door creaking on its hinges.

Inside, the room was dark. The east wing had been retrofitted with electricity decades before Furihata was born - well, his current incarnation, anyway - but this half of the mansion seemed to lack that modernization.

As luck would have it, Furihata found a large candlestick on a table just inside. And next to it, a box of matches. He knew how fate worked. How it controlled what seemed like every aspect of his life. So, he wasn’t surprised. Nothing surprised him anymore.

He lit the wick and blew out the match, letting the dim candlelight illuminate the room. It was rather narrow, almost more like another hallway than a room. He lifted the candle up higher, to get a better look. The walls were lined with portraits, though none of the subjects looked familiar to him.

However, when he reached the end of the long room, he recognized one. It was the largest of all the paintings, easily as tall as Furihata. And the woman portrayed there was the very same as the one hand-painted in his silver locket.

Just then, the door shut behind him, causing Furihata to nearly drop his candle.

He breathed deep and, not getting any of the usual signs that a vampire was nearby, he relaxed. He took one last look at the portrait before he made his way out of the room, extinguishing the candle at the exit and putting it back in its rightful place.

Furihata spent the rest of the afternoon in the library, but he couldn’t get the image of the woman out of his mind. Who was she? And why did both he and Akashi have paintings of her?

Curious, he decided that night at dinner, he’d ask.

As it turned out, Furihata needn’t have spent the hour before dinner thinking of ways to broach the subject. Because, the moment he sat down at the table, Akashi appeared in his own seat, his fingers steepled.

“You went into the west wing,” he said, no hint of anger or surprise in his tone.

“I did,” Furihata answered, sitting back as a member of the staff set a plate in front of him. “Was I not meant to?”

“This is your home. Our home,” he corrected. “You are free to go wherever you like.” He paused as the waiter filled his glass with a thick, dark liquid before bowing and giving them privacy. “You found my gallery.”

“Yes.” Furihata swallowed. “I wanted to speak to you about that.”

“Perhaps I should explain first.” Akashi toyed with the stem of his glass, his fangs protruding just past his lips. “It is customary that every Akashi have their portrait painted on their twenty-first birthday.”

Furihata furrowed his brow. He’d seen the images. There wasn’t a redhead among them.

“Including those married in,” Akashi added and suddenly, it clicked. Furihata knew who all of those people were.

“My...past lives?” he asked and Akashi nodded. 

Well, it made sense, he supposed. Akashi loved him, his soul. And he’d loved every one of his incarnations. Even if his focus was on Furihata now. But the one thing that was gnawing at the back of his mind was the largest portrait.

“And...” Furihata began, wetting his lips nervously. “The girl at the end of the hall?”

Akashi stiffened for a moment, his crimson eyes becoming clouded with a sadness Furihata had never seen him express before. “She’s...special.”

Furihata was taken aback. From the moment Akashi had found him in this lifetime, he’d professed his unyielding love. He’d never mentioned still harboring any feelings for Furihata’s past lives, because he was them and they were him. 

So, why was she different?

Was she his first? Is that why she was inside his locket? Or was she Akashi’s favorite? Would he have preferred--

“You’re thinking too much,” Akashi said, sounding a little amused.

“It’s hard not to think about it,” Furihata replied. “When I look nothing like her.” He swallowed. “She was beautiful. How can I compete?”

“Kouki.” Akashi was suddenly beside him. Damn his inhuman speed. “You’ve got it wrong,” he explained. “She is the most precious to me, yes. But I do not love her the way I love you.”

Love. Present tense. He still loved her, even now.

“Kouki, come with me.” Akashi offered his hand and Furihata took it, letting the vampire lead him out of the dining room, through the kitchen, and toward the back door.

The evening air was cool and crisp. Akashi led Furihata through the grass, his hand never releasing his. They crested a hill and paused. Down below was the Akashi Family Cemetery.

“Sei-”

“Please, Kouki,” he breathed. “I think it’s time you met her.”

Furihata took a shaky breath and then nodded, allowing himself to be led down the hill toward the gravestones. A few of the names looked familiar. Well, not familiar, but...it was hard to explain. Perhaps those names had once belonged to him.

But they’d passed those by, stopping instead in front of an angel statue.

“Here she is,” Akashi said, his hand trembling in Furihata’s hold. “My angel.”

Hesitantly, Furihata let go, kneeling down before the stone. And there, engraved in clean lettering, was a name: Akashi Angelique. And below that, it read: Beloved Daughter.

“She was so much like you,” Akashi said, voice wavering. “Beautiful, smart, stubborn.” He gave a watery laugh. “And when I lost you in that lifetime...she remained by my side,” he paused. “Until the illness took her from me, as well.”

Furihata didn’t know when he’d started crying, but he now found it impossible to stop. He was unable to remember any of his past lives, but this one in particular had caused Akashi so much pain.

“How?” Furihata croaked, throat raw. 

“Kouki?”

“How do you do it?” he asked. “How do you continue to live on, knowing the one you love will inevitably leave you?”

Akashi knelt down beside him, brushing away his tears with the pads of his thumbs. “Because I know that we will find each other again,” he said. “If I die, I won’t get to meet you.”

“It’s not fair,” Furihata sniffled. “I’ve hurt you so much.”

“No.” Akashi shook his head. “You could never hurt me. You nor our daughter.” He smiled, his crimson eyes wet. “Loving someone can be painful, but it is so worth it.”

“I’m sorry I can’t remember,” Furihata sobbed. “I’m sorry you’re alone.”

“I told you.” Akashi leaned close, pressing their foreheads together. “I’m not alone. Not when I have you.”

Furihata continued to cry, but he found new resolve. He vowed from that moment on to love Akashi like he deserved to be loved. He would give him his everything for as long as he could, until fate decided his time with him was over.

:’D

[imthepunchlord]

Me Reatching ML: Guitar Villain

Ooooh, I like that they have the detail that Jagged’s necklace is bouncing on him as he headbangs. I don’t think a lot of cartoons would put that detail in. 

I love that this egotistical dork is still wearing Marinette’s glasses. He adores them so much. 

JS doesn’t stress about not being No. 1 all the time, he knows he has skills. 

Jagged has deep trust in Penny’s judgement. 

He’s so dramatic and expressive I love it. 

I feel Penny deals with fights between JS and Bob a lot, and often has to find ways to make both sides happy. 

Bless Jag, he knows potential when he sees it. 

Marinette taps her cheek when she’s in disbelief. 

Bob you sneaky snake. Actually no, that’s an insults to snakes. How about sneaky mosquito? No one likes mosquitoes. 

Marinette definitely knows Jagged’s style. It’s also here that she declares he’s her favorite singer, despite Pixelator being his first official intro and she didn’t seem that excited about him being there. I’m guessing it’s the events of Pixelator that lead to it, mostly like him helping her with Pixelator, being the only official civilian to step up to help thus far, and the factor that he did a song for Ladybug. If she just liked his music before, those are solid reasons to really admire him and boost him up on her favorite list. 

Tom and Sabine are so awed and proud. Also, where did Marinette get her blue eyes? Because Tom has green eyes, kinda greyish; and Sabine as light grey eyes. And I know her great uncle has black eyes. Though Marinette does for sure have a grandmother, maybe that’s where she got her eye color from? Or maybe someone on Tom’s side of the family has blue eyes? It’s a small detail but so curious? 

...Kinda contradicting lessons here Tikki. Pixelator you push for Marinette to follow what she was asked to do, but here, you’re suggesting Marinette not do what she asked and to wing it, do what she wants, with you not knowing for sure if this is what Jagged wants or not. Tikki got lucky in her assumption that Jagged wanted Marinette’s style, but there’s no way to know for sure. Only large difference I can think of is how much effort Marinette is up to put in these project, with shades she was lazy about it at first, but here she’s into it but unsure of what she was asked. 

And you know, I would not mind an episode where Tikki is in the wrong for once. Ultimately she is always right in her advice and views, and being over 5,000 years old, yeah, she would be right about a lot. But despite this kwamis are still flawed, and they themselves don’t know everything. And Tikki does have flaws, but they’re not too obvious outside her bad habit of popping into view (hers I would say are putting a lot of pressure and expectations on Marinette, also being a bit biased towards LB duties, thinks Marinette should care about them more than her civilian life). So seeing Tikki in the wrong in her direction I think would be interesting. 

I really do love and appreciate that JS is really supportive and pushes for Marinette to dive into her style, to grow into it. He does have flaws with his ego and arrogance, but he has strengths too. It really makes him a solid background character. 

Damn he is strong when mad. Also, is it ok for Fang to eat that? I’m not too sure if that’s ok for a crocodile to eat. 

I am curious and concerned about what would’ve happened if Fang had eaten the akuma. Would he become the akuma? Can akumas die? Well, yeah I suppose. Plagg technically died in Timebreaker. I bet there’s some sort of magic on them that allows a butterfly to travel unbothered by predators or they’re just able to escape them. 

Fang makes wtf face. 

Marinette will hold her chin when she’s pensive. 

Adrien eagerly greets her. Then goes oh god as Chloe hugs him XD 

Adrien knows that Jagged is here at the hotel, he was there when Jagged arrived, yet Chloe acts like this is a surprise. 

Tikki is annoyed with those who talk in 3rd person. Who talked in 3rd person that annoyed you Tikki? Was it Plagg? Did Trixx do that to annoy you? Was it some villain you faced in the past?

Gorilla hums at Marinette. He reached out to her. This is the first time I’ve seen him make a sound at anyone. And he just hangs around outside the car when clearly Adrien’s going to be a while. I wonder if he’s curious about Marinette, possibly due to Adrien talking about her? Probably just overthinking stuff though XD 

HEADBANGING. HEADBANGING EVERYWHERE.

Lmao, I remember the first time my sister and I watched this, when we saw all the headbanging we just broke into a giggly fit. 

HM YOU MISSED A GREAT CHANCE TO PUN. Instead of “face their doom” you could’ve said that “they’ll face the music!” or “their world will be rocked!”

...How does Fang fit through the door? 

I love that even the cars will headbang. And pigeons. Bless this. 

20, Tikki floated into the open again hanging by Marinette’s head. 

THEO. Can upcoming seasons keep the Where’s Theo game? 

XY is such a douche. I want to see Marinette go all savage on him. 

And I wonder how old XY is. I want to say 16-18. 

Yaaaaaaas, dragon riding. 

CHAT’S EARS PERK STRAIGHT UP. So cute.

Oooooch he’s got to have a sore bottom at least to break the guitar. 

“THIS GUYS IS CRAZY!” “Thank you.” lmao

I need more Jagged and Marinette interactions. They give me such life. I want Jagged to be her crazy mentor, not just one ep alone. 

Getting an autograph from rockstar Jagged Stone, lol nothing. Getting an autograph from your classmate Marinette, oh boy that’s nerve wracking.