#gerard's fashion moments

[dulcevenganzaa]

do you know anything about the sunglasses gerard wears in the professional griefers music video? thank you!

yes, actually! [please keep in mind this was a quick search tho]

this one is especially hard to ID bc they're a very generic frame shape (if u want to get a similar just look for "panto" shape sunglasses in "blonde" or "champagne" colours)

There's this model: Zanzan | Veuve Clicquot (which is actually the name of a champagne brand, probably inspired the colour ) they're not an exact match since the screws on Gerard's are horizontal, not vertical as you can see, also the bridge is much narrower:

There's another brand from NY called Illesteva the model name is Leonard, back in 2012 it used to look like the left picture, which is the most similar i was able to find. The model changed in 2015 i believe, and now they have a slightly diff shape (2012 on the left, 2015 on the right)

Like i said it's hard to tell ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and honestly you'll be able to find a dupe of these super easily

[lfzyxf]

Hey, I have another fluffy Isaac Lahey request. What about one where Reader randomly, but frequently compliments/flirts with Isaac just to see his reaction. Could be pre-relationship or established relation, up to you on that. I just think it would be funny/cute.

Did something a little different here, hope you like it! Masterlist Word count: 1050 Taglist: @rachlovesactors

4 + 1

Four times you compliment Isaac, and one time he compliments you.

The first time

The first time it happens is when Stiles once again starts to complain about Isaac’s habit of wearing scarves. “I mean, seriously. Why are you even wearing a scarf right now? It’s the middle of summer.” Isaac rolls his eyes at the comment, “It’s fashion, all right? Not that you’d know anything about it since all you wear are flannels.” He retorts, his arms crossed, and head tilted forward. Stiles is about to respond, hand raised when you interrupt him. “I think it’s nice actually.” The heads of the previously arguing boys turn towards you. “What?” You can’t help but laugh at how in sync they were before shrugging. “I like the scarfs; it adds something to his outfits.” They both stare at you until you eventually walk away. Stiles has a look of disbelief plastered on his face, while Isaac’s smiling smugly at him.

The second time

He didn’t leave, he stayed behind to help Scott. He stayed to help the pack, to help you. He’s walking towards the lacrosse field, ready to bump players out of the game when Scott turns to you. You don’t notice of course, too busy staring at Isaac who is walking on the field with such confidence you can’t look away. It takes him tapping your shoulder for you to look away, only to be met with a teasing grin on his face. “Shut up.” You say quickly before turning your gaze back towards the field. “I didn’t say anything.” He responds you can hear him smiling as he speaks. “But if you wanted to say something, I wouldn’t judge.”  He adds, making you look at him once more. “Gerard has just threatened to kill us all, and you think this is the time to figure out my feelings for him?” Scott sighs at your words, you’re right, of course, but still. “We can’t do anything about that right now, so we might as well.” A few seconds after he says that Isaac is on the ground in pain. The two of you quickly stand up, just before Scott starts to run towards the wolf in pain you stop him. “Maybe he’s a tiny bit good-looking.” You tell him before making your way towards Isaac. Scott can’t help but laugh at your words before following you and getting Isaac some help.

The third time

It happens again when Allison is explaining to Isaac how riding a motorbike works. He looks confident, cocky even. It suits him well, and you tell him so when Allison takes a picture for Scott. “This look suits you well.” You comment when he puts on the helmet that was hanging on the throttle of the bike. Isaacs’s eyes meet yours in a second. If you look closely, you can make out a part of his cheeks reddened at your comment. Allison coughs before turning towards you and smirking. “Should I send you the picture as well so you can look at it some more?” She asks teasingly. Unfazed you nod, “That’d be great actually.” Before patting the bike once and moving to the side to let Isaac through. It takes him a moment to gather himself before he’s off and driving through the school hallways to get revenge on the twins.

The fourth time

This is very awkward. When bringing Meredith to Scott’s home you certainly weren’t expecting his dad to be here. Coming up with an excuse as to why we were all there, Stiles quickly explains and tells him that we have a study session going on. “Who’s she?” His dad asks, clearly not convinced. Stiles quickly moves his arm around her shoulders before confidently saying, “My girlfriend.” Until Meredith quickly shatters that illusion by muttering that he’s not her type. “Well, we obviously have a lot to talk about,” Stiles responds, “We should maybe take this upstairs?” Meredith instead looks at Isaac before claiming that he is, in fact, her type. Everyone looks around awkwardly before Stiles decides that Isaac should just come as well. The trio quickly makes their way upstairs, leaving you with Scott and his dad. “Well,” you saw awkwardly. “Can’t blame the girl, he is pretty hot.” Before going the same way, the other three went a few moments before. Oblivious to the fact that Isaac heard you thank the universe for werewolf hearing.

Plus one

It’s another year at school. A lot happened in the previous one, a lot of bad things. Allison for example isn’t here for the new year. But we did get Stiles back, and the Nogitsune is gone once more. The locker room is almost empty when you knock on the door. When Scott lets you know that there aren’t any half-naked boys around, you walk in. You can hear four voices when you walk in, hidden behind a row of lockers. Making your way towards them you wish you hadn’t, the sight of Stiles questioning a boy you hadn’t seen before. Stopping beside Scott you can see an embarrassed look on his face. Looking to your left you spot an unimpressed Isaac staring down at Stiles. The boy turns to grab his stuff before looking up at Stiles, “Guess I’m just that good.” He says before walking off.

Scott moves to stand next to Stiles as they watch him walk off, an impressed look on his face. “Wasn’t lying that time,” Scott says making Isaac laugh. “Anyone want to tell me what that was about?” You ask staring at three men in front of you. Isaac moves one of his arms around your shoulders before explaining. “New guy, Liam. He’s great at lacrosse and Stiles just can’t seem to accept that.” Looking over at Stiles you can’t help but laugh at the dejected look on his face. “Is it that hard to believe someone is just good at playing lacrosse?” You ask him, but before he can respond Isaac interrupts. “Not everyone can be as talented as you.” He winks at you before patting your shoulder and walking off. Leaving you with Scott and Stiles, who are both staring at you. Stiles with wide, confused eyes, and Scott with a smug expression. “So, what was that about not having any feelings for him?” Scott asks smiling at you.

[sparkliest-bard-bracket]

Congratulations to ✨FREDDIE MERCURY✨ for being crowned the ✨SPARKLIEST BARD✨ in all the land!!!!

🎶HE. IS. THE CHAMPION. 🎶

Over the course of this bracket, he has faced off against many worthy bards, including an inter-dimensional storyteller, multiple irl musical artists, an immortal musically talented war criminal, and a muppet, and he proved himself to be the most sparkliest of them all.

Excellent singing, excellent piano playing, excellent songwriting, excellent fashion sense, and overall ~glamour~, Freddie Mercury has it all. Here are some of my favorite of Freddie's bardly moments, and feel free to reblog and add your own to celebrate our Bardly Champion!:

And to honor Freddie Mercury's wonderful legacy, I present my favorite Bohemian Rhapsody video ever -- he didn't even need to be alive to have a concert!:

And while we celebrate and throw a Queen-themed party for our Champion of Bards, do not forget to give a round of applause to all of the incredible bards who participated in this bardly showdown!! You can find all of their names and fandoms, along with the full completed bracket under the cut :D

That's all from me for now, folks!! I may make a poll for 3rd place if people are interested, and if people are very enthusiastic, I might make a round 2: fictional characters only! Lemme know if you'd be interested in either of those things, and thank you oh so much for your support through this whole bracket, and have a wonderful day all you fantastic bards and bard fans!!!

Complete Bracket in image format:

And the names and fandoms of all of our bards from the whole bracket!:

Jareth the Goblin King (Labyrinth)

David Bowie (Real Life)

Thom Merrilin (Wheel of Time)

Gurney Halleck (Dune)

The Bard/Kiwi (Wandersong)

Daeron (The Silmarillion)

Callie Cuttlefish (Splatoon)

Finrod (The Silmarillion)

Apollo/Lester Papadopoulos (The Trials of Apollo)

Apollo (Greek Mythology)

Bill Cypher (Gravity Falls)

Chong (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Max Rebo (Star Wars)

Edgin Darvis (Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves)

Dimentio (Super Paper Mario)

Will Scarlet (Robin Hood)

Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem (The Muppets)

Link (The Legend of Zelda)

Katalina (Tabletop Time)

Starling Birdsong (Realm of the Elderlings)

Orpheus (Greek Mythology)

“Weird Al” Yankovic (Real Life)

Dave BruBot/The Major Player (Toontown: Corporate Clash)

Carrie Wilson (Julie and the Phantoms)

Kvothe (The Kingkiller Chronicle)

Elan (Order of the Stick)

Raz'ul, Son of Daz'ul (BomBARDed)

Edward Chris von Muir (Final Fantasy IV)

Binary Bard (Poptropica)

Christian (Moulin Rouge)

The Bard (Shovel Knight)

Fflewddur Fflam (The Chronicles of Prydain)

Man with the Harmonica (Once Upon a Time in the West)

Kyoami/The Fool (Ran/King Lear)

Diedrich Knickerbocker (Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story)

Hannah Montana (Hannah Montana)

Bard the Bowman (The Hobbit)

Leliana (Dragon Age)

Sprig Plantar (Amphibia)

Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer)

Neil Banging Out the Tunes (Tumblr)

The Muses (Disney Hercules)

Robinton (Pern)

Thistle/Sissel (Delicious in Dungeon)

Loquatius Seelie (Critical Role)

Cicero (Skyrim)

Michael Jackson (Real Life)

Oli/TheOrionSound (Empires SMP)

Megamind (Megamind)

The Onceler (The Lorax)

Mettaton (Undertale)

Gamzee Makara (Homestuck)

William Shakespeare (Real Life)

William Shakespeare (Something Rotten)

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (Classicaloid)

William Shamspeare (Ace Attorney)

Marceline the Vampire Queen (Adventure Time)

Brook (One Piece)

Gerard Way (Real Life)

Sea Hawk (She-Ra and the Princess of Power)

Snufkin (Moomin)

Frank Sinatra (Real Life)

Lias "Cliff" Bluestone (Discworld)

Rick Astley (Real Life)

Alan-a-Dale (Robin Hood)

Essi Daven (The Witcher)

Lúthien Tinúviel (The Silmarillion)

Stefen (The Heralds of Valdemar)

Roman Sanders (Sanders Sides)

Remus Sanders (Sanders Sides)

Bard (Crypt of the Necrodancer)

Kass (Legend of Zelda/Breath of the Wild)

Steven Universe (Steven Universe)

Glenn Close (Dungeons & Daddies)

Miss Piggy (The Muppets)

Nydas Okiro (Critical Role)

Charlie Pace (Lost)

Dob the Half-Orc Bard (Oxventure)

Kitagra (Kings of the Wyld)

Kaylie Shorthalt (Critical Role)

Father Gabriel (The Mission)

Gabrielle the Battling Bard (Xena: The Warrior Princess)

Haer'Dalis (Baldur's Gate)

Tsukasa Tenma (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage!)

Tom Bombadil (The Lord of the Rings)

Sylvando (Dragon Quest 11)

Steve McKenzie/Jester (Galavant)

Gieve (The Heroic Legend of Arslan)

Jaskier/Dandelion (The Witcher)

Kubo (Kubo and the Two Strings)

Guiliastes/Gui (1/2 Prince)

Rocky (Lackadaisy)

Asmodean (Wheel of Time)

Neil Cicierega/Lemon Demon (Real Life)

Kermit the Bard (Tales of Tinkerdee)

The Pied Piper (The Pied Piper of Hamelin)

Venti (Genshin Impact)

Sir Robin's Minstrels (Monty Python and the Holy Grail)

Oscar Wilde (Rusty Quill Gaming)

Franz Liszt (Classicaloid)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Puss in Boots (Shrek)

Freddie Mercury (Real Life)

Hoid/Wit (Cosmere)

Noise (Roleslaying with Roman)

The Amazing Devil (Real Life)

Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney)

Rickety Stitch (Rickety Stitch and the Gelatinous Goo)

Ron Stampler (Dungeons & Daddies)

Thancred Waters (Final Fantasy XIV)

Raine Whispers (The Owl House)

Jack Black (Real Life)

Scanlan Shorthalt (Critical Role)

Éile (The Witcher: Blood Origin)

Hap Gladheart (Realm of the Elderlings)

Alastair Nobledrifter (Saving Throw - DnD Podcast)

Maglor (The Silmarillion)

Bill & Ted (Bill & Ted)

DJ Cadence (Club Penguin)

Imp Y Celyn (Discworld)

Bard Otter (The Last Dragonlord)

Yara of Nowhere, the Wandering Bard (A Practical Guide to Evil)

Dorian Storm (Critical Role)

Maria von Trapp (The Sound of Music)

Demyx (Kingdom Hearts)

Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan (Tales of Arcadia: Wizards)

Bilbo Baggins (The Hobbit)

BMO (Adventure Time)

[punkeropercyjackson]

"Percy wouldn't like My Chemical Romance,it dosen't fit his vibe!"Be so fr,Mcr was literally MADE for Perseo Isadore Jackson!!I know y'all have only ever listened to Welcome To The Black Parade but even that fits him in some ways!Give 'em hell,Kid is him singing about Nico and Hazel.Helena is a duet between her and Nico as they reconciele inbetween Botl and Tlo and 'What's the worst that i could say?Things are better if i stay' is Nico realizing he actually deserves her and Sally's love and lets them adopt him so he can finally be away from Hades.Thank you for the Venom is a comfort ballad to Hazel about them mutually helping eachother feel at peace after loosing themselves.I'm not okay(I Promise)is her senior year at Goode High dealing with the events of Hoo and finishing high school at the same time.I never told you what i do for a living is his guilt over his demigod experiences.Not that kind of girl is her transfem bigender swag.My way home is through you,Summertime and Bulletproof heart are his canonical ways of expressing romantic love.It's not a fashion statement,it's a deathwish is her to Luke and the gods except for the ending,which is to Beckendorf.They fucking have a song called 'Mama' LIKE MAN i bet Percy's diy'd himself Mcr inspired outfits and made Mcr themed food too and even done his own version of Gerard looks and you KNOW he loves the Killjoys comics and was the one who introduced Nico and Hazel to Mcr and 'Cementery Drive' and 'Disenchantment' are their anthems."Percy wouldn't like My Chemical Romance"Percy is an afrolatino autistic millenial who had an abusive stepdad and has almost two decades worth of trans moments that her author refuses to let her unpack......and y'all think he hates Mcr but is a huge switfie-Get OUTTA SPOTIFY!!!!!

[crimsonlyinglilly]

No. 12: STARVATION

Underground Caverns | Cannibalism | "Just a little more."

Here's Day 12 of @whumptober 2024

back to Forgotten, following from "What's the bad news?" as Kol finds out how much has changed.

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Kol woke up choking gasping for air he could get.

“Crap-” he barely managed to catch the words but he recognized Marcel's voice. “Invite him in, D.”

“Come in.” a girl’s voice called quickly.

Suddenly he could breathe as the crushing feeling vanished.

He blinked as he was able to take in his situation, he was in a coffin unsurprisingly but the pair that stared at him weren’t his family.

When Klaus daggered him he was expecting to lose another century, as much as Finn and Rebekah claimed they wouldn't allow it, that they were a team now; they couldn't undagger him if they didn't know where he was, the fact none of them knew where Elijah was. 

Some part of him wondered despite all Nik’s claims that his brother had another hiding hole and at some point in the last century Elijah had ended up there, annoyed Nik so much that he hadn't been released for the happy family reunion.

He wasn’t expecting it to be Marcel Gerard’s frown that greeted him. 

At least he didn’t look too different from the cafe meeting, fashions the same meaning it couldn’t have been that long. 

The pretty witch was a delightful addition but that did little to get rid of his rage, however before he could fully lunge for Marcel's throat he found himself thrown back a pinned flat in the coffin. 

“You hurt either of them and I’ll lock you in there forever.” the girl told him coldly, as Kol was stuck looking between the ceiling and Marcellus’s stupid face. 

A witch and powerful at that, Kol smirked as he realised this- she was the reason the witches were desperate to call Nik and used the baby to control him, they were lucky Nik was desperate to lure Elijah back, with the call of family. 

Otherwise Nik would have abandoned the child over his pride, instead it had set him up against his beloved chosen Marcellus and Kol had been made into a bargaining chip.

Given to Marcel, helpless, as a god damn chest piece, a pawn, for all Nik’s claims of family Kol, his brother, had once again fallen to the side again.

That didn't explain why he was undaggered, as much as he despised it he knew he was far more manageable than way.

“Marcel, didn't know you liked my company that much.” He grinned, as he left the force holding him drop and he slowly pushed himself up

“I don't,” Marcel snapped, stepping back and placing himself between Kol and the witch. “I just hate those daggers.”

“Really I remember from my sister's complaints, you had no issue leaving her daggered for decades to get on Nik’s side.” he replied before cocking his head to investigate the witch, “Kol Mikaelson at your service, love.”

The girl, D?, he remembered Marcel calling as he suffocated earlier, didn't offer her name and instead stared at him.

“That's none of your-” Marcel started, but Kol cut him off.

“My sister, my business.” he reminded him.

Marcel sighed and Kol caught the faint sounds of a piano being played, he closed his eyes for a moment to breathe, another vampire was downstairs and yet that was all. The house was empty other than Marcel, the young witch and the vampire downstairs playing, it was strange, they clearly weren't in the compound. He thanked his supernatural hearing and the differences between humans and vampires that allowed him to notices the small scattered vampires in the crowds outside.

Bodyguards, but for the witch or the vampire downstairs because if that one was a guard he wouldn’t be playing but up here. A lover perhaps moved away to keep from Klaus or Rebekah when she eventually returns to the city, while the noise outside spoke of the city, it was calmer than the compound’s location. 

Either way to weak points Marcel was allowing him to know about.

“What are you up to Marcel?” he asked, honest curiosity, “a little hide away in the city”

“I want your brother out of my city.” Marcel answered.

“The city my brother's built, you mean?” he corrected he knew how much work Elijah had put into this city, he was half the reason he had followed Niklaus here. 

“Kol, he daggered you.”

“He does that.” Kol snapped “Sure I'm pissed at him but why you think I'd side with his foundling over my blood, I don't know.”

“What if it was for Elijah?” Marcel asked, making Kol freeze as all his thoughts vanished.

“What!?” he lunged ignoring the witch and found himself thrown back into the coffin for it, “if you’ve had him-” he snarled “after everything he did, he loved you, gave you up-”

“You knew?” Marcel blinked.

“Of course I saw the way he looked at you before I was daggered again,” he snarled as honest resentment spilled free “to protect you. I saw the way you were the next time I was undaggered, once again Elijah gave up what he wanted for Nik, and yet again he didn’t notice.”

“Did you all-“

“Yes.” Kol seethed as he attempted to smother his anger, “but Nik couldn’t admit he made a mistake, that he was jealous of how close you were, and later Bex wasn’t going to think too much on the fact both her brothers saw her lover as a son. So what have you done to Elijah?“ he managed to ask calmly. 

“Nothing- I’ve been trying to fix it.“ Marcel protested making Kol frown but he once again pushed himself up without making any threatening moves, the witch’s glare was fierce as she watched him.

She was young, mid to late teens and powerful, and no doubt a brilliant mind behind sharp eyes, but Elijah had to come first.

“Fix what? tell me.” he demanded as he climb out of the coffin.

“Your father made a version of the daggers, to keep Elijah out of the way when he hunted Klaus, he left your brother here until he killed Klaus.”

“So undagger him.” he retorted the obvious while resisting the urge to swear and take his anger out on the coffin tearing it apart would mak him feel better, because of course it was fucking Mikael, hunting Niklaus and not caring about any of the rest of them getting caught in the middle.

“I tried as soon as we found him, we couldn't.“

“What do you mean, couldn't?” he asked, “just pulled the dagger out.”

“He couldn’t, it was different from those ones,” the witch added, “ the moment it entered Elijah’s heart the enchantment spread to his body.” 

“It took the work of several witches before we developed an idea of how to free him.“ Marcel added moving, clearly to pull his attention from the witch.

“So he’s free now, what’s the issue?” he questioned because something wasn’t working out and Kol had a creeping sense of dread of what it was.

The piano playing vampire downstair must be Elijah as the only other one in the house but missed notes and mistakes that Elijah would never argued against that idea.

“He was awake and feeling it every moment, the dagger in his heart, the clothes on his skin.” Marcel confessed and Kol hated as the dread settled in his stomach, very little could keep Elijah from them but Kol swallowed around the lump in his throat. Finn had been awake for centuries in his coffin, hearing it all but even he hadn’t been feeling the object in his heart. 

And he had still been with the family, even if he hated them.

Elijah had been awake and aware they had left him, forgotten him. 

Elijah who had always done everything to keep them together. 

Alone.

“I want to see him.” he said, suddenly, it couldn’t be that bad, Elijah just needed to know how much the family needed him and he could shake off whatever leftover effects.

The pair shared a look before they nodded, the witch disappearing ahead of them out of the room.

“No violence.” Marcel started after they left the room.

“What?”he blinked stopping for a moment for moving faster to catch up

“He’s not as he was, so just be careful around him.” Marcel warned and Kol noticed they were heading towards the music, the witch must have run ahead, to warn them-Elijah maybe.

“He’s my brother. I've known him for 8 centuries on and off.” Kol reminded sharply, he had lost over two centuries thanks to the coffins and Elijah’s habit of helping Nik. 

“Just-” Marcel let his breath out in a hiss, “Please, listen and be gentle.”

Kol wanted to retort that Elijah didn’t need gentle, had never needed it but he remembers over hearing Finn’s nightmares before he left the mansion to find Elijah before mother’s death.

Finn had never been close enough to any of them to confide in them, then never bothered to look for a problem but Elijah was different, they had all worked to see what little weakness they could use to combat his iron will.

“Wait here,” Marcel ordered, as they reached the door where the music was coming from, closer now just made the flaws and mistakes Elijah wouldn’t make clearer. 

Kol was humouring Marcellus, that was all.

It couldn’t be that bad, Elijah was- well Elijah.

Maybe the time had messed up his nerves, his hands were stiff from so long not using them.

“How are you feeling today Elijah?” He heard Marcel ask, causing the music to stop. 

“I can’t play, my hands just aren’t working with me today.” Came a quiet answer, Kol bit his cheek, softer than Elijah normally was but it was still his brother’s voice. 

It had only been a handful of years to him but it sounded too different but still, it was Elijah. 

He had been here all this time,but maybe he had been right, it was just some left over stiffness, he could call his siblings, Finn who had been growing worryingly open about his concern and Rebekah he had caught crying blaming herself for Elijah’s absence.  

“You have a visitor.” Marcel said and Kol knew his cue so he pushed the doors open and strolled in as if he owned the place half expecting a judgemental look. 

“Hello bro-“ he started but failed to finish as he took in the other. 

The last time he had seen Elijah his brother had held him for Klaus to dagger, sharp suit, cold expression and disappointment in his narrowed eyes. 

This Elijah looked at him with wide eyes, hair short and free of any product, suit gone replaced by a too big loose sweatshirt.

He looked small, Kol couldn’t help but he stuck by it. 

“Kol?” his brother called in disbelief looking between him, Marcel and the witch.

“He's real.” Marcel told Elijah painfully softly, it set a chill down his spine.

Kol watched as a grin spread across Elijah's face, he managed to catch sight of him standing from the piano before he found himself staring at the ceiling as his back hit the ground, too shocked to brace himself. 

His brother was too light, he thought as he realised Elijah was on him. 

One arm around his back, the other cupping the back of his head so he hadn’t hit it on the floor, because of course Elijah had thought of that. 

His brother’s head was buried in his shoulder and could feel the deep breaths he was taking but Kol’s mind was stuck by the fact Bex had felt heavier last time they had wrestled.

His hands moved to hug his brother back, and he swallowed as he felt how thin and fragile he was.

“What happened?” he croaked around the lump in his throat.

“Sorry I've been working on that.” Elijah admitted sheepishly as pull back from his neck to look him in the face, he had  clearly noticed the way Kol’s hands had frozen on his back, a world away from his confident big brother.

Elijah stared at his face for a moment as if to memorise it, giving Kol as much time to trace the sharp cheekbones and jaw, too thin, his brother had alway been handsome, it was something they shared but never this delicate, before he returned his face to his shoulder hugging him tightly enough that he felt his bones crack.

He wrapped himself back around Elijah too scared to squeeze himself in case he broke him.

The dagger was different, he had been awake and apparently starving inside the coffin, alone, what if it had weakened his bones, his healing?

 “You going to let me go?” he asked after he realised too much time had passed to be normal, or acceptable in any other time, he had managed to sit up which left him with a brother on his lap.

Elijah  barely noticed the move or his current place and Kol was growing highly aware of just how light he was.

"Just a little more." Elijah almost pleaded into his shoulder. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” he replied in an attempt to reassure and get Elijah to let go, he hadn’t expected he would need to do more than that but Elijah just shook his head and attempted to hug him tighter.

He choked slightly at the pressure.

“Hey E,” Marcel called lightly, making Kol want to pull Elijah closer himself, E? Lik he had called the witch D, no one nicknamed Elijah, “you may want to loosen your hold before you hurt him.”

Suddenly he no longer had a brother on him as Elijah threw himself backwards, rising from the ground to standing was graceful as he expected of his brother as was watching as he flatten the front of his hoodie the way he would with a suit.

But those were only glimpses of familiar things, everything else screamed wrong.

“How come you're here?” Elijah asked, but he clearly wasn’t interested in the answer as he was still looking over Kol as if he expected him to vanish.

“Nik-” Kol started but realised as soon as the name left his mouth he had made a mistake as Marcel froze but Elijah flinched.

“Niklaus, he's here in the city?” Elijah spoke his voice sharper than the soft murmur he had started to hate but he realised it was better than the panic now clear “Marcel that's what your-” he twisted to face Marcel “why, why now? Where was he? What did I do wrong?” 

Something in Kol’s chest breaks the same way Elijah’s voice did in the final question.

“What?” he asked “why do you think that Elijah?”

“I had to,” Elijah explained, “or why was I left behind, I had to, they had to have a reason.” 

“It’s alright, I've got it under control, you and D are safe here.” Marcel promised, as he took a step closer to Elijah, Kol noticed the witch stand up as well.

“NO!” Elijah shouted stepping back from Marcel, but the volume vanished as Elijah's voice hitched “He’ll bring father back.” he whimpered.

Kol was frozen on the floor as he watched his big brother wrap his arms around himself and shook. 

Untouchable, prefect, collected Elijah, gone.

Gone without any of them noticing.

Kol took a breath, smothered his own fear at the sight, the hurt and pushed himself back to his feet, standing within arms reach of Elijah, curled in on himself as he was made the height difference between them stark.

“Mikael’s dead.” he said.

“What?” Elijah’s shaking stopped and Kol found the narrowed eyed glare of dark eyes was a relief as the sharp attention fixed on him “He- when?”

“Over a year ago.” he answered 

“Over a year” Elijah repeated after him with a flat empty tone “and nobody came.”

“We didn't know where you were,” the words caused Elijah to shudder but Kol kept going “Finn left looking for you. Me and Bekah too, we all have since Klaus undaggered us.

“Rebekah was daggered?” Elijah asked.

“How long has she been daggered?” Marcel spoke at the same time.

“About a year after they left here,” he replied, Rebekah had told him shortly after the rework when mother was attempting to play happy families. “Mikael found them again.”

“You were looking.” Elijah said slowly.

“Of course.”

Elijah seemed to take the words in as his breathing calmed, however before Kol could say another thing he's eyes slid shut and Kol lunged to catch Elijah as he collapsed.

“ELIJAH!” he shouted. Looking up to find Marcel frozen in a similar reaching position, “What wrong with him?” he demanded

“He’s overwhelmed.” Marcel sighed

“Elijah doesn't just-” he started

“He does now, a century in the coffin changed things, you saw that.” Marcel pointed out.

“It’s more than emotional things” the witch added, “it’s physical, he sleeps more, struggles to stay warm, has some days he can't get out of bed-”

“And drinking?” he asked, “You said you removed the dagger a few months ago and he's still too thin.”

“He forgets to eat.” The witch explained annoyance and concern as she looked at Elijah.

“And you have him locked away alone here because-” he trailed off expecting an answer.

“He gets overwhelmed.” Marcel repeated, “he forgets his strength sometimes, he killed two of my guys by accident and then blamed himself for it.”

“So you leave him with a teenager.” He raised an eyebrow.

“I can look after myself, I'm helping Elijah.” the girl protested.

“I'll take him to his room.” Marcel said as he stepped closer, Kol readjusted his hold on ELijah until he had him in a bridal carry, shifting them until Elijah’s head was in the crook of his neck, Elijah skin was colder than he should have been.

“No.” he replied.

“What?”

“Lead the way. He's my brother.”Kol added with a touch too many teeth to be anything other than a threat.

Elijah is as terrifyingly light as he feared, he noted as he walked through the house following Marcel, it seemed his coffin was on the other side of the house from Elijah’s room.

Once he followed Marcel through the door, he wasn’t sure what he expected but he was relieved to find the room looked to his brother’s taste, that was one thing unchanged, numerous filled bookshelves  sat against the walls and a clearly in use writers desk sat among them.

The furniture was simple yet classy, the biggest difference was the bed, or more honestly the stack of folded blankets sat on it.

Kol sets Elijah down gently in the bed but still frowns when it causes no reaction, Elijah was a light sleeper, a necessity with four younger siblings and Mikael.

“He sleeps heavily.” Marcel explained noticing his concern, as he began covering Elijah was a series of blankets.

He watched taking a step back when he thought they were done only to blink when Marcel stepped over to the writers desk and started writing onto a piece of paper.

“What are you doing?” He asked, keeping his voice low out of instinct.

“Writing a note so he doesn’t wake up thinking you were a dream and start wondering if he ever escaped the coffin.” Marcel told him.

“That could happen?” he asked, hearing the horror in his own voice.

“Hasn’t for a few weeks but if anything set us back it would be this.” Marcel said casually like it wasn’t a nightmare, Kol’s calm controlled always put together big brother; broken, shattered, untrusting of his own mind.

Kol turned and walked from the room before he gave in to the part of him that wanted to crawl into the bedside his brother and refuse to let him go so he was never alone again.

He found the witch waiting for them standing tensely, he plastered on a charming smile and smothered the terror of the fact Elijah was the one that needed protecting now.

“Sorry,” he apologised as he stepped out the door and waited for Marcel to follow “I never got your name Love.”

“It’s Davina, Davina Claire,” she told him coolly but he noticed the interest in her eyes.

Well that settled that then, both reasons he had even bothered to follow Nik back to this place in one place.

“So we got a deal, you keep this a secret and help me to get Klaus to leave-” Marcel began after he shut the door.

“No.” he smiled.

“What?“

“I’m staying.”

“What?” Marcel repeated flatly

“I told him I’m not going anywhere, I meant it.” Kol shrugged, he hadn’t when he said the words but as the full realisation of what Mikael had done, of how Elijah had reacted to Nik’s name, there was no way he was leaving Elijah.

“Klaus and you wanted me out the way, so I’ll stay here out of both your ways with Elijah and you can have fun fighting Klaus for this city.“ he beamed with an innocent smile that none of his siblings believed but far too many outside them did.

His smile widened as he took in the horror in Marcel’s expression.

Marcel might be family after all as he clearly saw through it.

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hello! I would like to know if you could do something where Meeks is starting to date a girl and he is still very shy or also something where Charlie the other poets discover being cute with his girlfriend and he gets a little shy about it

the shy type

steven meeks x fem!reader

dating a shy person can be nerve wracking (especially if both parties are shy)

dates werent bad in any way but they tended to be on the down low

like study dates in the library, going out to eat at cafes, and movies in theaters

one might hear that and think he was a 12 year old boy asking out his first crush on a date

steven just likes quiet spaces where talking too much or too loud is looked down apon

that was all fun and just being with each other was enough

however, one day, meeks wanted to stay in his dorm room and sleep rather than go and study

as you and him were lying on his bed reading, charlie came in looking for gerards notes to steal (instead of camerons for once)

in typical fashion, charlie didnt bother to knock

his jaw dropped (hes dramatic)

keep in mind, moments before this only your best friend and gerard knew about you and steven

he felt like he had just caught you two red handed

"since when?" "wait, how? how did HE get a girl to like HIM?"

no time was given for you to respond before more of the guys to walk in on you and steven

cameron simpily hit charlie on the head and told him to leave you two alone cause, quote, "no one needs him in their relationship"

which surprisingly worked for the time being (aka a week)

since being seen by charlie, meeks started to be more public with you but only with the other poets and some of your friends

dates didnt change much but you did get invited to one of their dead poets meetings

it was exciting for you

especially when steven went to hold your hand, he was extremely hesitant, and you could still feel his hand shack as he held yours

once it was his turn, he continued to hold yours as he read off a poem, he recently found about some pretty mountain range

he has a nervous studder like most shy people, but you had never heard it as prominent as it was now

he didnt want to mess up in front of you (and all the poets shooting curious and excited stares at you and meeks)

(^they are very happy for you both but are still surprised that he knows how to show love with how shy he was known to be)

it took him a few months before he even dared to kiss you or even just on the cheek in front of everyone

he wasnt big with pda

but neil found your relationship endearing and would take goofy, paparazzi like pictures of you and steven in the halls or the library to later send you and make lighthearted jokes (theyre hilariou)

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The Phantom of the Opera (1990 Miniseries) Prompts! These got very long but this is one of my favorite adaptations and my brain wouldn’t stop. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these ideas and I’d love to read it! 🎭🧡

1. In Erik’s lair underneath the Opera House, he has a room that contains a fireplace, a portrait of his mother, and a baby’s cradle. Inside the cradle is a headless baby doll. The baby doll’s head is shown disfigured with angry red scars, probably mutilated by Erik to resemble his own face. Erik found love and happiness with you as his wife and you later discovered you were with child. Even though you and Erik fashioned it into a suitable home as best as you could, it was no place for a child so small. As Gerard said, the catacombs underneath the Opera House aren’t exactly a healthy place to live in. Your child unfortunately died in infancy of an indeterminate cause. It was nobody’s fault. It just happened suddenly overnight. They were fine…until they weren’t.

“You sleep well?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Me too. The baby didn’t make a sound all night.” You give Erik a kiss before getting out of bed to enter your baby’s room and rouse them from their slumber. They look to be fast asleep in Erik’s old cradle.

“Hey you, it’s time to wake up and greet the morning,” you coo with a smile, but you notice something’s wrong when you touch them gently. They’re snuggled underneath soft baby blankets and the fire in the fireplace is still burning strong, but their skin feels cold. Far too cold. “Baby?” When they neither gurgle nor stir, you scream for your husband. Your voice is strained, as if your throat is full of cotton. You’re panicking and are about to cry at any moment.

“Erik? ERIK?! There’s something wrong—There’s something wrong with the baby.” Your husband enters the baby’s room in a flash, rushing to your side. He reaches into the cradle to inspect your child while you take several steps back, not wanting to see. Not wanting to believe what you already know to be true.

“Oh, God. Oh, my God. Dear God. They’re dead. Our baby is dead.”

“No. They can’t be! No! My baby! NO!”

2. For something much happier: You fell in love with and later married Erik, happily living with him underneath the Opera House as his beautiful bride. Usually nobody who’s seen his face is allowed to leave. Up there is where Hell is and Erik wouldn’t dare send an angel such as you to Hell, but you were able to change his mind. You’re his best friend, his wife whom he loves and trusts with all his heart. Despite knowing all the terrible things he’s done as the Opera Ghost and what his face looks like beneath the mask, you still love him unconditionally. He’s perfect in your eyes. So he lets you ascend and takes you back up whenever you wish.

Gerard wasn’t getting any younger and only had a few years left - both you and Erik knew that. It was Gerard who found an officiant who was more than happy to marry you and Erik properly. The officiant told you himself that you’d be surprised how many marriages he did for forbidden, star-crossed lovers such as yourselves. You and Erik were glad Gerard could be there to witness your vows, but he couldn’t help his son forever so you needed to step up and be the one to run errands. When you reached the hidden passage to the surface and Erik could go no further, you’d kiss him goodbye with a promise of returning soon. An hour or two later and you’d come back with food and other necessities, which Erik would help you carry to your home down below. You’re happy with the way things are for a year or so - but then you discover you’re with child and, suddenly, the catacombs under the Opera House doesn’t seem like a suitable home for you anymore. It’s not the healthiest place to raise a child, so you start coming up with ideas for better living arrangements.

If it’ll make Erik more comfortable, you’ll find a cute little house out in the countryside and away from the city. When you tell Erik you’re pregnant with his child, he cries tears of happiness and tears of fear. He never dreamed he’d be blessed with a wife or a child but, oh God, what if the child is cursed with his face? You run your fingers through his hair and rub his back as he cries and whimpers into your lap. The only other time you saw him in this state was when you consummated your marriage for the first time.

Erik has spent his entire existence believing he’s fit for nowhere but these gloomy vaults bereaved of light, like blackness itself. For he is blackness itself, isn’t he? You try your best to convince him that you both need to move forward with your lives. You need to re-enter Paris society to give your child their best chance at a healthy and normal life. You want to give them the proper education, socialization, etc. They’ll need sunlight, plenty of space to run around and play, and the opportunity to make friends. They wouldn’t thrive down here, isolated in the dark tunnels beneath the Opera House.

You know it’ll be a big adjustment and incredibly scary for him, but you assure Erik that all of you will be perfectly safe. You promise him that it’ll be good for his health. He’ll get used to living in the world above, surrounded by fresh air and sunlight. He’ll even grow to love it, in time. You’ll be right by his side and he won’t have to do it alone. He’ll have both you and the baby, and hopefully more children will follow. Erik knows you’re right, but he’s just so apprehensive of change. The Opera House has been his home for so long, it’s all he’s ever known. He doesn’t know how he’d be able to just leave it all behind. But with you by his side, he’ll summon the courage and the strength to do anything - even start anew.

3. Following the traumatic experiences he suffered in childhood after losing his dear mother, Belladova, to fever when he was three, Erik becomes very concerned whenever you fall sick. Even something as common as a cold has him worried and hovering over you. If you so much as sneeze, he’s on high alert. He’s always prepared, ready to hand you a clean handkerchief or give you anything else you may need to feel better. If he must, he’ll go to Gerard for help in procuring items from the apothecary. He’s very doting, sometimes smothering when he acts as your personal nurse and watches over you. Dearest, are you well? Eating well? Sleeping well? How does the heat affect you? Even though it’s so hot, you must always be wrapped up against any sudden changes. You assure your beloved Erik that you’re very well and healthy. You know that every care that could be taken is taken for your better comfort, thanks to his attentiveness. Gerard told you about Belladova’s untimely death, so you understand Erik’s trauma and fears regarding sickness. You’re patient with him when you have to assure him multiple times that you’ll be fine and will recover, you just need to rest. You won’t leave him like she did, you promise.

4. Carlotta used the wrong kind of herbs and inadvertently poisoned you to the point of near-death in her attempt to make you lose your voice. On opening night, you’re bedridden with fever, pale countenance, drowsiness, dizziness or weakness, chills, loss of appetite, mental confusion, loss of consciousness, etc. In your delirium, you think you’re still needed on stage and shouldn’t be lying in bed, so you keep trying to get up. Your friends, consisting of the ballerinas and chorus girls, do their best to urge you to lie down and rest, all you need to do is rest. They try to bathe your forehead and look after you, but you find it hard to remain still, complaining of headache and dizziness. They watch on in worry as they try to stop you from accidentally hurting yourself until you finally succumb to fitful sleep just as the doctors arrive.

Watching you from within the walls, surrounded by doctors and looking so unwell, drives Erik to seek revenge on Carlotta for what she’s done to you. Out of petty jealousy, the odious woman nearly killed you. He shows up in her suite and empties a suitcase full of rats all over her, driving her into insanity as she babbles and sings incoherently. Or he may do something far worse. He soon returns to your room using the secret passageways and spirits you away to his underground lair. You can’t be left alone in such a fragile state and need someone to watch over you. Erik couldn’t bear it if you were taken from him in the same manner his dear mother, Belladova, was. She was the first woman he ever loved and she succumbed to fever when he was but three years old. He’ll be damned if he lets you, the only other woman he’s ever loved, slip away from him too. He wouldn’t survive it. Not again. With or without Gerard’s help, he’ll make sure you have medicine and everything else you could possibly need. He’ll act as your nurse until you fully recover. Taking you back up isn’t an option. He won’t hear of it, not even from Gerard.

“Now you listen to me. For as long as I can remember, ever since I was a child, I have dreamed of her. Now people are born for many things, Gerard. I was born to live, if one can call this living, down here. But until now I have never known quite why. I was born so that she could save me, but that’s what she’s done. She’s the reason I was born. I love her, Gerard. And I believe, in time, with any luck, she will learn to love me. It will be a cruel God indeed to have sent her otherwise.”

5. Erik being the softest, most doting husband you could ever ask for. He not only gifts you pretty dresses, but he helps you put them on and take them off. With so many things to lace and button, and so many buttons being tiny, close together, and often in hard-to-reach places in the case of undergarments, it’s no wonder that many women relied on the help of a lady’s maid or an obliging sister for help getting dressed. But you have no sisters and no maids, so must rely on your husband to help you get ready for the day and prepare for bed at night. Whenever you can’t decide what you should wear for the day, he picks out a dress for you.

“This is what you will wear.”

He ties your dress laces for you while you brush out your hair. He holds the hand mirror for you while you fix your hairdo or makeup. Sometimes you curse women’s fashion for being so complicated and coming with so many layers, but Erik is always ever so patient in helping you get ready. It’s probably one of his favorite parts of the day.

“Forgive me, I’m hurrying as fast as I can.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve never seen such perfection.”

You, of course, return the favor by tying his cravats for him when his fingers seem to fumble and he just can’t get it right, helping him with his cuff links, or buttoning up his vests and coats. You’d go for strolls and have picnics in the woods which he planted. Filled with imitations of woodland animals which he had built, this is the most enchanted spot of all the places in his realm.

6. You’re Erik’s twin sister and live with him underneath the Opera House, having also been born with facial deformities and forced to wear a mask. Your mother, Belladova, saw nothing ugly in her children at all. She thought you and Erik were absolutely perfect and beauty itself. She would sing to you for hours. When you were children, you and Erik saw your reflections in the water of the lake and thought they were sea monsters - and then you realized it was you yourselves. It was not an easy day for either of you or Gerard. Belladova died of fever when you were three and Gerard thought, “and now they will die, and that will be a mercy to all of us.” But your mother begged Gerard to take care of you both, and so he watched over his twins thinking, “If they die, they die.”

With your mother gone, you both began to cry. Your cries would echo up through the shafts and cracks. At night when the Opera House was empty, people could hear them up above. And so the legend of the Opera Ghosts was born. Gerard became manager and let this ghost story grow to make sure nobody would discover either of you. Erik creates beautiful masks for you and himself. You’ve never shown your faces to anyone except each other, unmasking only in the privacy of your underground home when you feel safest and can be sure no trespassers or intruders will stumble upon you.

While Erik’s composing, you’re often dancing to his music or catching the stray rats that find a home in the catacombs by the lake. You don’t always kill them right away, believing they’re your friends. The rats tell you things! Gerard can’t be sure, but he theorizes that Belladova taking the poison to try to induce a miscarriage was the cause of your hallucinations and delusions, as well as yours and Erik’s facial deformities. When you were a girl, you were frightened by your first menstrual cycle and refused to allow Erik to inspect you for what he imagined was a wound. Neither you nor Erik understood why you were bleeding and suffering stomach pains and other strange physical symptoms. You both thought you were dying until Gerard had to explain it to you to the best of his ability. It was very awkward, scary, and gross, but you were relieved it was normal and you weren’t dying after all. Since Gerard has grown old and only has a few more years, Erik has become your primary protector and caregiver. He has to watch you very closely whenever you have another episode because you’ve often wandered off while talking to yourself or telling fairytale stories you make up on the spot. They coincidentally reflect your own life experiences, such as:

“In 1851, the Queen died so the King commissioned a labyrinth to house his son and daughter. The daughter was clever and escaped within a few days. But no one was aware of this, so the people believed she was still trapped. The only things in the maze were rats and rodents, So the Princess was henceforth called the Rat Queen!”

Erik has become very in tune with your behavior, what your footsteps and voice sound like, etc., even when he’s composing or playing music. He can tell the differences between when you’re lucid and when you’re muddled. He’s always been able to catch up to you and bring you back down before you made it up the stairs and opened up a secret passageway to the surface. After exiting his office, Choleti and Carlotta were once stopped in their tracks after hearing scurrying coming from the walls and…faint giggling? Erik stopped you from exposing yourself to the people above and gently wrapped his arms around you, holding your hand or carrying you bridal style as he guided you back home. He tucked you into bed once you were in the safety of your bedroom and sang you a sweet lullaby so you’d go to sleep. He had to kill Joseph Buquet when the wardrobe man ventured down below and found where you lived. Buquet almost discovered you during another one of your wanderings and Erik did what he had to do to protect you. Buquet could’ve seen your faces. You know what Erik is capable of, but he told you so himself that he doesn’t like killing people. Neither of you understand the world above, but you’re happy listening to the music.

When Carlotta poisons Christine and makes her lose her voice during her debut, Erik comes to you for help in getting revenge. You consider Christine a friend, so you happily provide him with a suitcase of live rats and use the secret passageways to hide it in a closet that’ll be ready for him. Carlotta is sitting at her vanity applying makeup when Erik purposefully strides into the room as casually as if he belongs there, forgoing his usual method of stealth. She freezes in terror as he promptly empties the suitcase full of rats all over her. Rats for a rat. After Christine faints upon seeing your faces, you try to console Erik as he cries and wails in agony. You try to stop him from destroying your home, but have to step back and keep your distance to avoid getting hit by falling objects. He’s hurt, he’s angry, but it’s never been this bad before. Despite what’s happened, Christine is still your friend so you help her escape by unlocking the door to her cage and distracting Erik just long enough so she can get a head start before he runs after her.

Erik becomes despondent and very ill after Christine leaves him, and you soon follow. Yours and Erik’s terminally ill state consists of coughing fits and shortness of breath, though neither of you bring up blood. Gerard is by your side and offers to fetch you water, then reveals he’s your father. You and Erik just nod your heads. You’ve both known the truth for many years and were just wondering when Gerard would finally say. Erik has Gerard’s eyes and you have Belladova’s, so it wasn’t very hard to connect the dots. You both have your mother’s soul and Gerard could never leave you nor regret any day spent with his children.

“You should go.”

“What if I stay?”

“Privacy is best for this. Come back in…a day. We’d thought about being buried in our lagoon. Then we thought no, we’d float up and scare some poor child downstream.”

“I will bury you.”

“And make it deep with no markings. There will be an inevitable curiousity.”

“No one will find you.”

“It’s our faces we’re concerned about.”

“You will not end up on display.”

You and Erik lay down side by side and either hold hands or hug as you wait for death, wanting to feel the comfort of each other’s embrace before you go. You were born together, you lived together, and you hope to die together. You succumb to your sickness within the hour. Erik feels your body become stiff and cold, but he only holds you tighter as he weeps for you, glad he’ll soon follow. He kisses you goodbye on the cheek or forehead and doesn’t open his eyes until he hears music. Not just any music, but Faust being sung by Christine. She’s come back. The realization that Christine loves him is enough for Erik to revive from his mysterious illness to sing a magnificent duet with her. After Gerard fatally shoots Erik, Christine unmasks him and smiles, kissing him on the forehead before he dies. Your body is recovered from the catacombs and she kisses your face as well, before replacing your mask and walking away with Philippe. Gerard fulfills his promise to his dearly departed children - He buries you and Erik together in an unmarked grave, in a place where nobody will ever find you.

7. Gerard had only been married to another woman for less than a month. The details of this marriage don’t really matter except there was a child on the way and the girl claimed that he was responsible. Gerard says himself that it could’ve been his, so what if it was? That child is you, but Gerard didn’t love your mother and she felt the same toward him. So as soon as possible, with her blessings, he left. Gerard still provided for you financially and shared custody with your mother, so you’d spend lots of time with him in the Paris Opera House. You’d go exploring while your father worked, often giving the person or people watching over you the slip.

You wandered down into the catacombs of the Opera House, following the sounds of a child crying. You came across a little boy wearing a mask. He looked to be just about your age, maybe a little younger. You introduced yourselves to each other and comforted him until his crying ceased. Though curious as to why he wore a mask, you didn’t ask questions and assumed it was part of the game he was playing by himself. You complimented how pretty it was and then played with him. You’re not sure how long you played together down there, but Gerard eventually found you. He was so angry at you for wandering off, but deep down he was just afraid you may have gotten hurt or kidnapped. Gerard never wanted you to come down here or find out about Erik, but it’s too late now. Erik’s never had any friends and has been sad ever since his mother’s death. Gerard figured his son must be so lonely when he can’t be there with him, so he reluctantly lets you come down below with him to play with Erik from time to time, so he can keep an eye on both of you. He never tells you and Erik the truth.

As you blossom into womanhood, your visits to Erik become less and less due to your busy schedule. Since joining the Opera Company as a ballerina, your days have been sacrosanct and filled with rehearsals. You’ve had no time to visit your friend. Despite your talent and years of hard work, you’re still stuck in the ensemble. The Prima Ballerina is an arrogant and spoiled woman who suffers from a bad case of massive self-importance. She’s gotten the role of Prima Ballerina only because she’s married to the new manager, and not on any show of merit or talent. She can’t dance, but obviously she doesn’t know that. She already has a reputation for being a brilliant but heartless and soulless ballerina and, at the first opportunity, resolves to smother your career by all means possible. She uses her position of power as the manager’s wife to deny you opportunities for any career advancement, spreads malicious rumors about you around the Opera House, and goes out of her way to make everyday life in the Opera House difficult for you. Gerard doesn’t have his job anymore so there’s not much he can do to help you, though he does try.

Your rival is threatened by Erik if she performs instead of you. But she thinks herself the victim of a thousand jealous attempts and goes about saying that she has a secret enemy who has sworn to ruin her. She pretends that a wicked plot is being hatched against her. Neither she nor her husband believe in ghosts, so they shrug the warnings off and she performs anyway. When she does, however, her performance is a disaster due to Erik tampering with her ballet shoes or costume. Embarrassed, she hides from the public view for a few weeks. Erik uses ventriloquism to speak to her and her husband through the walls of the Manager’s Office.

“Can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Who’s that?”

“Who do you think? The sooner you both leave the sooner your ordeal will be over. Forgive me if I don’t stay to chat, but I have other matters to attend to now.”

When she returns to the stage, you’re performing as Prima Ballerina in her stead. You receive great applause and esteem, and your dressing room is full of flowers from your fans and admirers. She sees you as the one great threat to her status and career. Her jealousy of you is so bad that she sabotages your performance as Princess Odette in Swan Lake (or any famous ballet of your choosing). Her meddling causes you to suffer a terrible fall and/or injure your leg. This is especially egregious as you’re her understudy and her responsibility.

Erik is enraged by your public humiliation and brings down the chandelier on the audience. While everyone is in a mass panic and distracted by the disaster, he kidnaps you and takes you away, carrying you bridal style since it’s hard for you to move. In the safety of his underground lair, he lays you down on his bed and personally nurses you back to health for days, caring for your injured leg using medical supplies that he either stole or had Gerard retrieve for him. When Gerard comes down to try to convince Erik to let you go, he refuses. He scoffs at the very idea.

“Erik, you must send her back. If you don’t, they’ll come down and take her back. And when they do, they’ll kill you.”

“The world up there is not fit for one such as her. She was betrayed tonight and I’d sooner die than let her be betrayed again! Could’ve burned the place down, better in ashes and memory than like this. Send her back? Never! I may be hideous but I’m not hideous enough to do that!“

When Gerard comes to you to urge you to flee, he tells you the entire story of his romance with Belladova, Erik’s mother. He tells you every last detail about his marriage to your birth mother, his love affair with Belladova, all of it. Until finally he divulges the shocking truth to you - You’re Erik’s paternal half-sister.

“I don’t believe this.”

“You’d better, because he plans to keep you down here forever. You see, he loves you. He’s always loved you.”

You’ve always loved him too. He’s been your dearest friend, but you see him in a new light now that you know he’s your half-brother. You understand now that he terrorized the Opera Company all these years out of love for you. He watched over you from the shadows and saw your potential. He knew you possessed great talent and wanted your ballet career to soar. He wouldn’t let anyone stand in your way. You were destined for stardom and just needed a little help from him.

When you and Erik are alone, you convince him to remove his mask and finally show you his face. He wouldn’t do this for anyone and he’s scared of your reaction, but you’re his best friend and you’ve known him since you were children - so he grants your request. When you see his face for the first time, you don’t faint. You don’t scream or cry out. You smile. He’s perfect to you because his soul is as pure as an angel’s. You don’t care what his face looks like because you’ve seen his eyes. You reach out towards his face with your hand as if you want to caress his cheek, but you hesitate and stop yourself short to ask for his permission first. You’re afraid your touch would hurt him or cause him physical pain. Does he usually feel any pain or discomfort on his face? Erik lets you touch his face and nearly cries when you kiss his forehead.

When Gerard confesses to Erik that he’s his father and you’re his half-sister, Erik only nods his head. He’s known that Gerard was his father and you were his half-sister ever since he was a child. Erik admits his eyes are the only part of his face he can look at in a mirror without wishing to break the glass - but they’re not Belladova’s eyes, they’re Gerard’s. You inherited your father’s eyes too, and Erik noticed the family resemblance early on.

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Three of my favorite fashion moments from the last decade have revolved around someone dressing up like Joan of Arc so I guess welcome Chappell Roan to the club of Zendaya and Gerard Way of people who've grabbed my heart and squeezed it in exactly the same way

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Guys if you’ve been reading serard fics since at least 2020, pls help me :’)

I’m looking for a fic I can’t really remember the name of, by kklovers(?) but it was a New York based college au! They had a lovely moment with the bluebells. Sergio was a fashion student, Gerard studied business and I believe he was ace?

I can’t find it anymore but I’m pretty sure it was deleted bc I had it bookmarked and well…I’m just looking around to see if anyone had it downloaded and is willing to send it to me :’) I think I’ve reread it religiously every year and then now….😭

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

Ok now I'm thinking about the phenomenon of the boy band. Because boy bands are bands made up of boys, right. But there's other qualifications. I think the best definition for a boyband is a band made up of boys or men in their late teens-early 20s who appeal sexually to an audience of largely teenaged girls and build their career off fostering that parasocial relationship. Take One Direction for example. Their fans don't just like their music, their fans have posters in their room of the guys and they've picked the one they want to fuck the most to draw sharpie hearts around. A boyband is a band you see in a magazine for 13 year old girls with a quiz called "which member of [insert boyband] would date you?"

And that's not to say that there aren't other fans of these bands, the Beatles were the original boyband and they had loads of straight male fans at every moment in their career, but the core of their fan base when they stepped out was young women who were finally able to express having sexual desires for the first time without being diagnosed with hysteria.

The point of these bands is not to make music the point is to be yummy and available and to write love songs that are heteronormative but don't have a ton of off-putting misogyny in them

which is why black veil brides, one of 2 emo bands that doesn't do the mean girl break up with me what a bitch bit in a genre where all but three of the bands are entirely male but half the fans are girls with blue hair and mustache tattoos on their fingers, and which is entirely comprised of guys who can get it (I would guess that is directly related to them not relying on "bitch ex girlfriend I'm gonna KMS" and ALSO why they have a couple of solid love songs, it's not their main thing but they have them), is the closest thing emo has to a boyband. It used to be My Chemical Romance, but Gerard Way has come out as not a man and therefore they have been disqualified on the basis of not being a band full of boys.

Anyway, who said that? I think another unspoken qualification is that they be a commercially successful pop group because those are the only ones that ever get called boy bands in a non derogatory fashion rip to me immediately contradicting my little aside.

[dulcevenganzaa]

here are some other sunglasses models gerard wore during the tour:

SL 552 | Saint Laurent / aka the cat eye sunglasses we saw him wear with the bat costume

CLASSIC SL 28 METAL | Saint Laurent / as seen in Bonn and then in Toronto

the investigation is still ongoing on the following:

they're not the same as the ones worn w/ the bat costume since these have a less square-ish frame and not as pointy ends. i've narrowed it down to these two following models, but they're not an exact match:

first, we have the SL 372, the model gerard is wearing is slightly more round at the top (and the frame doesn't have such a steep inclination), and while the bottom of the frame has a blunt end it's not entirely square, it's more of a D type frame like the SL 28

which brings me to the SL M69 004 model, this model is actually discontinued (? < tho not confirmed, they're not available for sale through "official" stores,) i do think these are closer to the ones gerard wore, the key difference to me is the width of the frame on the outside end as well as the details of the temples (legs) which i haven't been able to see well in all the pics i've looked through

orrrr, they could just not be YSL at all and some other brand instead 🤷🏽‍♀️ i choose to focus on that one since he's favouring the brand and all, i'll end this one here unless there's something new to add

hiii so i decided to put together my research skill and love for fashion to look up some of the sunglasses gerard's been wearing this leg of tour since i've seen some people wondering about them and personally i just really like some of these. so, this is what I've found so far 

Black SL 421 | Saint Laurent / they've been wearing these all tour basically, seen before in the NA shows (Montreal, St Paul, Oakland, and most recently in Brisbane) - they're sold out rn but they usually retail around $350 - $400 

YY5010 | Yohji Yamamoto / (worn in Aotearoa and never seen again 😔) These are kinda hard to miss the particular design of the bridge is a staple of the brand, another thing is that they're pretty hard to get a hold of? they're not on the official website as far as i could tell but they're listed in sites like grailed, the model in the link varies a little but they're the same basically

Lemtosh Sun (Flesh) | Moscot / these were the hardest to ID, pretty much bc there are like a million models that look like this, i am certain these are the ones he's wearing, what gives them away are the rivets (tiny screws) and that curve on the inside of the bridge, he really seems to favour these lately lol but he also wore them a few times in the states iirc

Tristan | Jacques Marie Mage / i wasn't too sure about these ones at first since they look like generic wayfarers at first glance but they do have that curve on the top and the rivets match pretty well, the most expensive on the list so far, and they come from a relatively young brand from LA that manufactures some models in Japan < so hence the price im guessing 

GG1119S 001 | Gucci / these are a complete shot in the dark tbh since they're a pretty generic model, you could look up any brand and find their own version of these but Gucci's model is the closest one i could find so far, not a 100% match, if you look at the model G's wearing the bridge has a more pronounced curve and looking through other pics the temples don't match either and they seem to be way rounder?

[thekidsfromyestergay]

Firefly trending exclusively because of a singular Gerard lip gloss moment post is so funny to me like ATTENTION ALL: OUR SPECIAL LITTLE LADY HAD AN INCREDIBLE FASHION MOMENT. that is all

[reanbowful]

Hiyoo^^ I’ve been reading your stuff and let me tell you I.am.in.love.

Can I request the union boys and maybe gray and the boys with a s/o that’s really good at fighting. Kinda like Mikey or Senju from Tokyo revengers.

~Thank you🌸

Hi anon!! AAA THANK YOU SO MUCHH! And yes plss baddie reader 😘

Also, whoever you are, I hope you’re not a Jimmy stan because I really dk how to write for him 😭

“hot blooded youth”

if you can fight well

*harsh languages, implications of SA in Ben’s part (not towards the reader)

(jake, gerard, donald, gray, wolf, ben)

jake ji / ji hakho

Jake was walking to class, heading up the stairs when he heard some faint yelling under the alleyway.

He scrunched his eyebrows, leaning forward to see two girls seemingly arguing down there. One of the girls have bandages all over her face. The other one, the shorter one, sports a casted arm.

“Subin-ah.. I’m sorry. I told you I was sorry, didn’t I?”

“Huh.. n-no. I’m sorry too..”

“THEN WHY ARE YOU AVOIDING ME?!”

The short girl winced at the loud voice, backing herself away into the corner.

“W-what? But, you were kicked out of school.. and y/n-“

“Oh yeah. Y/N. You know what, call that bitch. Actually, GO SCREAM HER NAME! SEE IF SHE’S GONNA COME SAVE YOU THIS TIME AROUND!”

Jake is now on high alert. His hand is already unclasping the windowsill.

He was about to jump down when he saw your figure rounding up the corner.

With one hard pull on the collar, the taller girl fell backwards. Losing her sense of balance.

“You fucking scum. I told you I’ll kill you if you ever go near her again, didn’t I?”

The girl struggled to get up, stumbling around when she does. Seemingly akin to that of a drunk person.

“Why.. WHY ARE YOU DEFENDING THAT BITCH?! I WAS YOUR FRIEND FIRST!!!”

Picking up a stray broken piece of glass, the girl charged at you.

This was the moment Jake decided to jump down.

What he didn’t expect was you evading that swing, twisting her arm as you go, and kicking her to the ground. You picked that piece of broken glass up.

“You- Did you seriously even try to think up that question just now? Why? Because unlike you, Subin is not a goddamn psychopathic narco.”

You threw the piece of glass away from her reach, heading towards your shaking friend.

“You good?”

“Ah? Oh. Yes, I’m fine. Thanks, y/n.”

Jake stared at you, in complete awe at what he just saw.

When you left with your friend, he would approach the booze smelling girl and ask.

“Yo. So, you know y/n? Can I have her number?”

gerard jin / jin gayool

Gerard has been noticing you for a few weeks now.

You worked at the karaoke room down the street.

You were Teddy’s middle school friend. Well, not really friend. But you used to go to Seong-Il.

Teddy offered to give him your contact, but he refused. Wanting to introduce himself to you face to face. (old fashioned cutie)

So when he finished his shift early, he thought it was the perfect opportunity.

He bought some drinks, one of each kind since he doesn’t know which one you’d prefer.

While he was walking towards your work place, Gerard noticed a couple of girls, maybe around 4 of them rushing in front of him.

“You sure this is where the bitch works?”

“Yeah, I’m sure of it.”

“Okay, we’ll teach that bitch a lesson alright.”

Gerard’s eyes, taken aback. Why are girls so scary these days?

He continued to walk until he reached the front of the karaoke room. Deciding to wait outside as to not disturb your shift.

“You bitch. You think you can talk shit about my friend and expect us not to come for you?”

Hearing a ruckus in the small alleyway beside the shop, Gerard sneaked to peek in.

It was those girls from before. All 4 of them surrounding you, who seemed to be taking out the trash.

“Tch. What the hell..? Are you seriously this pathetic?”

Oh, that seemed to anger her.

“You..! Shut your damn mouth when I’m talking to you!”

Taking a full swing, the girl threw a hard punch to your left jaw.

Gerard stared in shock. He wanted to intervene. But he really didn’t want to fight a bunch of girls.

You grimaced, spitting out the blood that rushed in your mouth from the impact.

Gerard watched as you glared at the girl, looking extremely pissed.

“That hurts, asshole.”

Taking a full fist of hair, you brought the girl down to your knee. Breaking her nose. When she rose up, you throw a punch at her. It was hard enough to hear a deafening crack from the impact.

“Take another step, I’ll give you worse than what she’s having.”

The rest of the girls shivered, dragging their unconscious friend and ran as fast as they could away from there.

Gerard stared in disbelief at the scene. What the heck just happened? He jumped when you called onto him.

“Hey. You here to fight me too?”

“Um.. I bought some drinks?”

You tilt your head, making him gulp.

Wah.. girls really are so scary these days.

donald na / na baekjin

Unlike the rest of the boys on this list, Donald knows that you can fight. At least to an extent.

He knows that you can take care of yourself if something happens, so he doesn’t really worry about you too much.

You’re a de facto Union member. So you often take commissions from Donald for matters that the Union executives can’t reach.

Today, this is the commission.

“I can’t believe it.. y/n, 18 years old, professional babysitter.”

:’)

He made you escort a CEO’s son for the entire day. The man was an important asset for Donald currently, and he needed a babysitter in urgent.

His first thought went to Jake, since, well it’s the most logical choice. But he’s currently out of town visiting his grandparents. He can’t possibly ask Forrest or Jimmy. Or god forbids, Wolf. On a kid sitting job.

So, he asked you.

Plus, the kid seems to like you. So, there should be no issue on that.

“Noona, do you know those guys over there? They keep staring at us and following us for a while now.”

Alerted, you turned your head to where the kid pointed. There was indeed like at least 8 guys in total, some of them leaning by a lamppost, some are in front of convenience stores, and some are blatantly following the two of you.

“It’s okay, just keep walking-”

You suddenly felt a sharp blade pressed against your back.

“Follow us, if you know what’s best for that kid.”

You held the kid’s hand tight in yours. Fuck. This is gonna get messy.

At his office, Donald was still compiling a few contracts for Daehyeon when his phone rang suddenly.

“Yes, y/n?”

Except when he heard the reply on the other end, it wasn’t you. Instead, was heard the cry and wailing of a boy.

“A-ahjussi!! It’s me. I- We-“

Donald was panicking now. What the hell happened? He threw his jacket on, making sure to make his voice as calm as possible.

“Calm down, kid. Take a deep breath. What happened?”

“We were-“

He heard the boy take in a sharp breath, trying hard to calm himself.

“We’re at X road, in the alleyway next to the clothing store by the crossroad. We were attacked, ahjussi..! Right now, noona is- Eh? Noona!”

“Ahjussi, she wants to talk to you.”

Taking the phone into your hand, you groaned as you stand up. Teeth gritting as you clutch to your throbbing side.

“Hey, Donald. Some babysitting that was.”

“Are you okay? Stay still. I’m almost there.”

“Oh fuck off. I’m perfectly fine..”

Donald reached in time as you fell onto his arms in exhaustion. He eyes moved to see the remains of 10 grown dudes all bloodied and battered behind you.

He caressed your head softly, a proud smile on his face.

“You are one scary fucking girl, aren’t you?”

gray yeon / yeon sieun

You were on the way home from cram school with Gray and your other friend.

The poor girl came up to you and Gray saying that she has been getting harassed for a while by some older guy near the school.

You offered to walk her home. Fearless as always.

Gray decided to come along since he’s worried shitless that something bad will happen to you. He has no idea.

“Hey, Missy. I see you’ve decided to bring your friends over. Let’s have some fun, okay? All three of us!”

The girl scooted over behind you, holding your uniform tightly. Obviously scared out of her wits.

You extended your arm to her side protectively. Gray already calculating ways to defeat the guy if they decide to get violent.

“Sure!”

Gray’s eyes widened when you brought the guy twice your size down to his knees with a single kick.

“Let’s have lots of fun, Mister! You and me!”

Gray had wanted to stop you, he really does. But his body couldn’t move an inch, and he felt a chilling sensation seeing you be so violent like that.

“P-please..! Stop-“

Clicking your tongue, you stood and sent him another kick across his face.

“What are you saying? We’re having fun, aren’t we?”

The guy was now quivering pathetically, looking up at your empty eyes with fear.

You throw your fist, watching as the man braced for impact.

“That’s enough! Y/N.. that’s enough..”

You looked at the girl, tears are free falling from her eyes. Sniffling profusely next to Gray.

You sighed.

“Next time, if I even see your face in this part of town, I will personally kill you. Now scram.”

The man scattered to get up, running away as fast as he could.

Picking your bag up from the ground, you threw both frozen figures behind you a cheery smile.

“Whew. That got me worked up a little. Hey, don’t worry. He won’t be coming back no more. Now, let’s go home!”

He’s suddenly really glad you guys are on the same side together.

wolf keum / keum seongje

I think Wolf, like Donald, would also be proud if you could fight well.

Wolf was at one of the bars he usually frequents, bored out of his mind.

You haven’t been answering the texts he sent. Though you warned him about this beforehand since you have to meet with your friend today.

Wolf took a drag from his cigarette. Checking his phone once again. Once again, still no texts from you.

He clicked his tongue. Are your friends really that much more important to you than him?

“Hey. I’m going out for a sec.”

Closing the door behind him, Wolf opened his phone and dialled your number.

Within two rings, a response was heard.

“Wolf! How have you been?”

Wolf frowned, that’s not your voice.

“Can you give the phone to y/n-noona?”

“Yeah.. about that.”

Wolf clicked his tongue, he hadn’t even bothered to tell the rest of the boys about where he was going. Jumping on his motorbike the minute your name was uttered.

“The thing is, y/n is batshit drunk right now. Come be a good boyfriend and pick her up. I’ll text you the location.”

Wolf chewed on his bottom lips, oddly uneasy knowing that you’re probably not yourself. At a club. Without him.

Well, your friends are there. But still, he doesn’t trust that they are all lucid enough to take care of you if anything happens.

Once he reached the location your friend sent him, he wasted no time barging into every room looking for you.

Eventually, he meets your friend walking out of the bathroom. Looking slightly amused at his arrival.

“Oh, Wolf. You actually came.”

“Where are they?”

Your friend gestured to the bathroom.

Man is crazy enough to actually went into the girl’s bathroom, where he sees you groaning by the toilet seat. Your other friend holding your hair for you.

“You can leave. Noona.. it’s Wolf.”

You groaned, feeling like your head is gonna split in two.

Wolf took the hint and shut his mouth. Rubbing your back to soothe the nausea.

“Where the fuck is that kid?!”

Remember that Wolf barged into random people’s room earlier. He also left without an explanation :)

The man banged at the door, making you wince at the loud noise.

“I saw you went in there! Get the fuck out of here before I break the door open!”

Wolf noticed that you were getting uncomfortable when the man began to send a series of kicks to the door. He was about to get up and deal with them himself, before you beat him to it.

Wolf stared in confusion as you open the door with a click. Moving to walk past the raging man to get your bag and just continue puking at home.

“Hey! Where the fuck you think you’re going!”

The guy made the wrong decision to grab your shoulder.

You flipped the man over, elbowing him on the ribs, before kicking the back of his knees down.

“Ugh..”

You gazed at the man sleepily. Looking like you’re contemplating on what to do next, which after a few seconds, you decide to just leave him there and continue your walk.

Wolf stared at your figure. Completely mesmerised until he heard a cackling from beside him.

“Ooh that’s my girl.”

Wolf shifted his glance towards your friend, raising one of his brows.

“I guess she never told you. Y/N was actually the top dog of our school back in middle school. She’s pretty damn good at fighting, you know.”

Wolf smirks. Well he’ll be damned.

ben park / park humin

You and Ben have been dating for like almost three months now.

So far, everything has been going great.

You know about his whole business fighting the Union and stuff. And while you do get worried, you’ve never really said anything.

Ben thought it was a bit odd, but you acted normal aside of that so he just merely shrugged it off.

That day, you were supposed to head to Eunjang to go on a date after school with Ben.

You two reserved a flower arranging class since you thought it was a nice activity for a change from the usual cafe hopping.

Ben was in a great mood the entire day. He couldn’t wait to see you. Especially since you two haven’t been able to see each other due to the packed schedule with the midterm examinations and other school activities.

He ran to the front gates, expecting you to already be there.

You weren’t.

Oh well. He leaned against the side of the school gates, lips pursed into a smile. Rocking himself back and forth on the balls of his feet.

10 minutes became 20. And 20 soon became 30.

Ben frowned. You couldn’t have forgotten about him, could you?

As a matter of fact, no, you haven’t forgotten. You’re just in a really, really sticky situation.

“Never would’ve thought I’ll meet you again out here, y/n.”

“Please. I’m not in the mood for fighting right now.”

The man laughed, pulling you harshly by the collar.

“Ah, y/n. Did you forget about me already?”

“I bet you never told Ben Park about how you went to juvie, did you?”

Feeling anger bubbling inside you, you broke free from his hold. Throwing a hard punch into his jaw.

When he fell to the ground, you got on top of him. Throwing punches after punches after punches.

Even as the man under you get more and more bloodied. Even when your knuckles broke skin. With all the blood rushing to your head, you can’t stop the dizzying sensation you felt that night three years ago.

You were about to throw another punch when you felt a strong grip on your wrist.

“Y/N. Stop that.”

Ben got immensely worried when you didn’t answer any of the calls nor text messages he sent you. So, he decided to check the tracking app to your phone.

He felt his heart shatter when you look up at him with tears running all over your face. Your expression dazed as you look around to see what you have done.

“…why did you do that?”

“-ill me..”

Both you and Ben turned to look at the figure under you who is squirming around weakly. Tears rolling out of his eyes.

“Kill me, y/n. It’s the least you could fucking do. KILL ME YOU COWARD! KILL ME LIKE YOU KILLED MY FUCKING BROTHER!”

You let out a scream. All memories of the past coming back in an instant.

Ben pulled you up, hugging you tight in his arms as you cry your hearts out. Bloody hands dirtying his white uniform.

“I promise it wasn’t on purpose, Ben.. That son of a bitch touched my sister..!”

Ben clenched his jaw, pulling you closer into his arms. This is not how he imagined the day to go at all.

[asksuccubussides]

Janus and Virgil - Favorite childhood memory?

"Oh well that time I discovered the still alive clone of Mary Shelley must definitely be up there" janus immediately snarked out "As well as my short but quite personality building escapade with Liza Minelli that one ti-"

"Dude Why are you bullshitting" Virgil, who was sitting next to him, asked.

"Don't cut me off. That's rude. Did your manners get lost along with your parents"

Virgil parsed his lips to respond before letting up into a laugh that he tried to conceal "I'm just wondering why you're stalling for time or can you not be arsed. Just say some memory......Like the uhh cat from Cats"

"Nice broadway reference" Jan flicked one his friend's emo bangs.

"I trieddd"

"But yes, just like any normal person I have a favorite childhood memory pre planned. That's how you can tell if someone is well adjusted"

The emo gave him a silent blare for a moment before continuing "Well my favorite memory is that time this uh couple wanted to adopt me-"

"As usual. The couples proper loved him"

"Whatever. But uh I didn't want to get adopted so I bit one of them and the lady got Rabies! I didn't have rabies so the doctors have no idea how it happened but it did and it meant I didn't get adopted. It was kind of awesome-"

Janus leant his head against his hand "Really? That is your favorite memory. Well my dear I did not think you were that morbid"

Virgil rolled his eyes "My favorite part was uhh afterwards when I had been declared officially rabies free and I got to uhhhh returnbackandseeyou" He mumbled the last part with immense speed.

"What was that my cheeky darling?" Janus had a shit eating smirk on his lips.

"I got to return back to the orphanage and uhh see your ugly fucking face or something"

"My ugly fucking face" His smile widened as he repeated it.

He pulled at his hoodie sleeve to have a reason to avert his eyes "You were so happy to see me and that memory has always stuck with me......Okay that was too bloody sappy, I need to go listen to Gerard Way screaming into my air to level that out"

"Ah-"

"AND THAT BEING MY FAVORITE MEMORY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH US HAVING OUR PHASE OF PLAYING BOYFRIEND GIRLFRIEND AROUND THAT SAME TIME"

Janus took a very slow blink before replying "Those things weren't even connected in my mind"

Virgil's cheeks were as red as christmastree balls "Me neither. Just uh wanted to clarify. Dude" He made some vague hand gestures before settling on fiddling with the loose bits of his nail polish.

"Hmmm...Well after thinking I believe my favorite memory was our class going to see Hedda Gabler live in 9th grade. It really opened my eyes to the classics. widened my horizons if you well. It was around that same time I got into Virginia Woolf, Jekyll and Hyde, Cabaret, plays in general. basically all of the building blocks for my charismatic and charming personality that isn't pretentious at all"

Janus sent you a nice wide smile right after finishing speaking but was caught off guard as Virgil hit him with a pillow.

"Here I go being bloody sappy and your memory is some school thing. You fucking nerd" Virgil said. "Muppet-nerd-fuck-dummy"

"At least my fashion sense has evolved since then" He teased before flicking the other man's bangs again to which Virgil hit him with the pillow once more knocking his beanie right off.

"At least I kept growing past 9th grade!"

"At least I've never had to buy a guitar I couldn't play solely to have it in my room to seem cooler. Whoopsie-doo bitch darling"

"At least I was sometimes at risk of actually being adopted,,,,,,,you daft fuck"

This teasing continued for 5 more minutes before they continued (play) arguing for another few minutes about who had won before finally moving on with the rest of their day.

Also this ask inspired me to draw Jan and Viv as kids

[gahtheone]

My Top 5 emo bands!

Against all odds, emo is still a thing, in a kind of nostalgic way, but a thing nonetheless! Let's get a thing straight first: emo is not the same as pop punk. While bands like All Time Low and Yellowcard fall into the spectrum, others like Blink-182 do not (unless we count their 2003 self-titled album, especially Here's Your Letter which even has traces of post hardcore in it). Anyway, I was bored and decided to have my very own Buzzfeed Meets Watchmojo moment. No hate, please and thank you (also, I'm tagging the phandom because I really want to know their opinion).

Here goes nothing:

5. My Chemical Romance

I'm respecting their dislike of the emo label by placing them at the bottom, but asserting my authority as their fan by putting them on the list anyway. Besides, there's a difference between emo as a genre and emo as a subculture. Bullets and Three Cheers? They fall into the genre. I won't say anything about the looks, though, they speak for themselves. Their evolution from post hardcore to pop punk to their own style in later albums has made them icons, not to mention their masterpiece The Black Parade (2006). If I had to pick one song, I'd pick Demolition Lovers.

4. Thursday

Criminally underrated. Blending perfect melodic verses, screamo and powerful riffs, they've made a name for themselves in the post hardcore scene. Their sense of rhythm is something that has set them apart from others, as well as them not shying away from controversial topics (like M. Shepard being my very own LGBTQ+ anthem, representing their disgust at the awful crime that inspired the song). Also, as trivia, vocalist Geoff Rickly produced MCR's first album and even provided backing vocals on This Is The Best Day Ever! (Gerard Way would do the same on Jet Black New Year the same year). Anyway, melodic verses, screamo and riffs, here's my favourite song: Concealer!

3. Sunny Day Real Estate

They simply belong on this list, that's how big their influence on emo has been. Pioneers of the genre, their music, particularly their debut Diary (1994), inspired many bands that followed, becoming an example of how the emo genre should sound and feel: tough, yet sensitive. (Also, see some familiar faces? Hint: after their first break-up, they went to be a part of the Foo Fighters first lineup!). The drums and bass (hint, hint!) on each song went steady but firm, while the guitars were in charge of the melody, and the result was something that took you to Heaven, all the way down to Hell and back to Earth. Take for example one of their best known songs: In Circles.

2. Texas Is The Reason

Few bands can say they made it after just one album and an EP, and that's exactly what this band did. Guitarist Norman Brannon felt that way after the last show of their tour saw the crowd singing their songs, something big for a foreign underground band like they were during the 90s. Their sound was even more expanding, including indie rock into it, creating something unique and lasting, like their only album's opener Johnny On The Spot.

1. Jimmy Eat World

Yes, everybody has heard The Middle and Pain, but this band is so much more than those singles, and I will die on that hill. An example of resilience and musicianship, they had an evolution from the skate punk (their ignored debut album) that was fashionable at the time, to post hardcore (the amazing Static Prevails) to a rock sound that can only be defined as true emo. Fittingly, they have released what is, in my opinion, the greatest emo album of all time: Clarity (1999), unfairly overlooked by its contemporary critics, and now getting justice by gathering a cult following. Don't believe me? I give you Just Watch The Fireworks.

[selmasemlan]

A trip to France

Summary: A trip to Paris with the troublesome trio, leaders to, you guessed it, trouble.

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC), Stiles Stilinski x Luna (platonic), Isaac Lahey x Luna (platonic)

Author note: This is one of the longest fics I have ever written, but here it is.

Warning: mention of violence, mention of mental manipulation (magic)

Word count: 3168

Series Masterlist

A trip to France

Luna, Stiles, and Isaac found themselves in Paris, a city bustling with life and history, a stark contrast to the eerie quiet of Beacon Hills they had left behind. The trip was a much-needed escape after the harrowing events involving the nogitsune. For Luna especially, it was a chance to breathe freely, away from the shadows that had haunted her.

Securing permission to travel without adult supervision had been a challenge of epic proportions. Stiles, always the persuasive talker, had to debate with his skeptical dad, Noah, while Luna and Isaac pleaded their case to Stefan and Damon Salvatore. Arguments about safety, responsibility, and the necessity of this trip echoed through the Salvatore mansion until finally, with solemn promises to stay together and watch over each other, the adults relented. They hoped that a change of scenery might offer healing and respite for the young trio.

The first few days in Paris were nothing short of magical. Luna, with her keen eye for fashion, was mesmerized by the elegant Parisian style. She spent hours sketching designs in her notebook, inspired by the haute couture she glimpsed in boutique windows along the Champs-Élysées. Stiles, the eternal history enthusiast, soaked in every detail about the city’s past as they explored museums and iconic landmarks like the Louvre and Notre-Dame. Isaac, quieter than usual but visibly trying to move forward from Allison’s tragic death, found solace in the beauty of the Seine River and the stunning architecture that seemed to whisper tales of centuries gone by.

One sunny afternoon, they found themselves sitting at a charming café near the Eiffel Tower. The aroma of freshly baked croissants and strong coffee wafted through the air as Luna flipped through a magazine, her fingers tracing over the latest trends in Parisian fashion.

"This city is incredible," Luna sighed contentedly, glancing up at the wrought-iron tables scattered under colorful umbrellas. "I feel like I could spend a lifetime just exploring the fashion here."

Stiles, sipping his café au lait, nodded enthusiastically. "And the history! Did you know the Eiffel Tower was originally intended to be a temporary structure? It was built for the 1889 World's Fair."

Isaac, stirring his espresso thoughtfully, looked up with a faint smile. "It's hard to believe so much has happened in this city. It's like every corner holds a different story."

Their conversation drifted lazily as they savored the peaceful moment, the weight of recent events momentarily lifted. Paris seemed to weave its spell around them, offering a fleeting sense of normalcy and joy amid their shared sorrow.

As dusk settled over the city, casting a golden glow over the cobbled streets, they made their way back to the hotel, their hearts lighter than they had been in weeks. Little did they know, their Parisian adventure was about to take an unexpected turn that would test their bonds of friendship and resilience like never before.

One evening in Paris, Luna, Stiles, and Isaac found themselves lured by the city's vibrant nightlife to a trendy club nestled in the heart of Montmartre. The air buzzed with pulsating beats and swirling lights, a stark contrast to the tranquility of their daytime explorations. Luna, caught up in the music and the electric atmosphere, moved with a grace that drew admiring glances from the crowd.

Amidst the sea of dancers and the rhythmic thump of bass, Luna felt a pair of eyes fixed on her. She turned subtly, her curiosity piqued, to find a tall, enigmatic figure observing her from across the room. His gaze was intense, unnerving even from a distance, sending a shiver down her spine.

As the night progressed, Luna found herself on the crowded dance floor, losing herself in the music's hypnotic rhythm. Yet, the spell was abruptly shattered when she was rudely bumped into by a group of locals, their laughter tinged with alcohol-fueled arrogance. One of them, emboldened by liquid courage, sneered at Luna, his words dripping with disdain.

"Look at this girl, pretending to be something she's not," the man jeered, his voice loud enough to attract unwanted attention. "Probably some poor Moroccan trying to play dress-up."

Luna's jaw clenched, her eyes narrowing with restrained fury. Years of composure and resilience were tested in that moment. She could feel the heat rising, the urge to retaliate clawing at her throat. But she knew better than to dignify ignorance with a response.

Stiles, ever observant of his friend's moods, noticed the tension in Luna's stance. He exchanged a quick glance with Isaac, who had been keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings. Sensing trouble brewing, Stiles moved to Luna's side, his voice low but urgent.

"Luna, let's get out of here," Stiles suggested, concern etched on his face. "It's not worth it."

Isaac, his expression tight with restrained anger, nodded in agreement. "They're not worth your time, Luna. Let's go."

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Luna nodded reluctantly. She turned to leave the dance floor, her steps deliberate yet tinged with a simmering frustration. But before she could make her way through the crowd, chaos erupted in the club.

Shouts and crashing sounds echoed through the room as a scuffle broke out nearby. Luna instinctively glanced over, her heart sinking at the sight of fists flying and glasses shattering. The situation escalated quickly, drawing the attention of security guards who rushed to intervene.

Amidst the commotion, Luna caught sight of the mysterious man from earlier. He moved with an effortless grace through the chaos, his presence commanding attention. In moments, he deftly subdued the instigators, his movements swift and precise. The club fell into an uneasy quiet as the troublemakers were escorted out.

Feeling a mixture of relief and unease, Luna retreated to a quieter corner of the club, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. Her encounter with the rude locals had left a bitter taste, overshadowing what had started as a carefree evening.

Later that night, back at their hotel, Luna sat cross-legged on her bed, her laptop open before her. With a deep breath, she initiated a video call with Marcel, the charismatic vampire from New Orleans she had befriended during a previous encounter.

The screen flickered to life, and Marcel's familiar face appeared, a warm smile spreading across his features. "Luna! How's Paris treating you?" he greeted warmly, his voice tinged with genuine interest.

Luna couldn't help but smile at Marcel's infectious enthusiasm. "Hey Marcel," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of excitement. "You won't believe what happened to me tonight."

As Luna recounted the evening's events, Marcel's expression shifted from curiosity to concern. He listened intently as she described the altercation and the mysterious man who had intervened.

"Luna, be careful," Marcel cautioned, his brow furrowing slightly. "Paris can be unpredictable, especially at night. If you encounter trouble, don't hesitate to call me."

Luna nodded appreciatively, touched by Marcel's concern. "Thanks, Marcel. I'll keep that in mind," she assured him, her mind already racing with thoughts of how to navigate the complexities of their unexpected encounter.

With a final wave, Marcel bid her goodnight, and Luna closed her laptop, her thoughts swirling with questions and uncertainties. Beside her, Stiles and Isaac sat on the edge of their own beds, their expressions mirroring her mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Isaac and Luna exchanged uncertain glances, silently weighing their options. Before they could decide, Luna's phone buzzed with a message notification. Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced at the screen, seeing Marcel's name.

With that silent agreement, the trio huddled together in the dimly lit hotel room, their minds racing with questions and uncertainties about the mysterious man who had intervened in Luna's night. Little did they know, their encounter with the enigmatic figure was just the beginning of an unexpected adventure in the city of lights.

The day after the chaotic night at the club, Luna sat alone at a cozy Parisian café, nursing a cappuccino as she tried to process the surreal events of the previous evening. The news on her phone flashed with shocking headlines—two men found dead after a nightclub altercation. Luna's heart raced as she recognized their faces from the altercation. The reality of witnessing death up close unsettled her deeply.

Lost in her thoughts, Luna was startled when a familiar figure slid into the seat opposite her. Lucien Castle, the enigmatic man from the club, smirked as he leaned back, exuding an air of casual confidence that set her on edge. His presence was both unsettling and magnetic.

"Bonjour, mademoiselle," Lucien greeted with a voice as smooth as silk, his accent dripping with charm. "Quite a night we had, wouldn't you say?"

Luna's eyes narrowed slightly, her guard instinctively rising in the face of his unapologetic arrogance. "Quite," she replied coolly, though her voice betrayed a hint of unease.

Lucien chuckled softly, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he leaned closer, his gaze locking onto hers. "You never told me your name," he remarked casually, his tone suggestive.

Luna hesitated, her mind racing with caution and uncertainty. "Luna," she finally offered, her voice steady despite the tumultuous emotions swirling within her.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman," Lucien complimented smoothly, his charm oozing effortlessly. "Tell me, Luna, what brings you to Paris?"

Luna sighed inwardly, steeling herself against his charm offensive. "Just a getaway with friends," she replied vaguely, keeping her responses guarded.

Lucien's smile widened, his interest clearly piqued. "Ah, friends," he mused, his gaze flickering momentarily with curiosity. "And what about romance? Surely a woman as captivating as you must have a special someone."

Luna's pulse quickened as she sensed his approach, her composure faltering for a brief moment. "I do," she confessed quietly, her eyes meeting his with unwavering honesty. "I'm in a happy and committed relationship."

Lucien's demeanor shifted imperceptibly, a fleeting shadow crossing his features before he masked it with practiced ease. "Yet, here we are," he remarked lightly, his tone teasing yet probing. "You can't deny the attraction between us, Luna."

Frustrated by his persistence and still reeling from the horrors of the previous night, Luna felt a surge of defiance rising within her. "Except for the fact that I just mentioned being in a happy, healthy relationship," she retorted, her voice tinged with unexpected boldness, "you're in love with another girl and you use other girls to try to forget about her."

The words hung in the air, creating a tense silence that seemed to echo in the bustling café. Luna realized the weight of what she had just revealed. Her powers, heightened by recent events, had inadvertently allowed her to sense Lucien's thoughts and emotions. The revelation struck a nerve, unsettling both Lucien and herself.

Lucien's expression darkened momentarily, a flicker of something dangerous glinting in his eyes before he swiftly regained his composure. "You're quite perceptive," he replied smoothly, though his tone carried an edge of caution.

Before Lucien could say more, Luna rose gracefully from her seat, her gaze meeting his with a mix of resolve and uncertainty. "Good day," she said firmly, her tone indicating the conversation was over.

With that, Luna turned and briskly walked away from the table, leaving Lucien to ponder her words. She could feel his eyes on her back as she navigated through the café patrons and out into the bustling streets of Paris. The encounter had left her with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and questions, but for now, she needed to retreat and collect her thoughts.

Back at the hotel room she shared with Stiles and Isaac, Luna recounted the unsettling encounter with Lucien. "He´s here!," she began, her voice betraying a mixture of frustration and apprehension. She proceeded to recount the eerie exchange with Lucien Castle, unsure of what implications it might have for their time in Paris.

"We need a plan," Stiles declared, breaking the tense silence that had settled over the room.

Isaac nodded in agreement, his voice firm. "We can't ignore what happened tonight. That guy, whoever he is, seemed... different."

Luna, her thoughts still reeling, rubbed her temples wearily. "I know. But what can we do? We can't just avoid him forever."

Stiles glanced between his friends, his mind racing with possibilities. "Maybe we should reach out to someone who knows more about these... supernatural things," he suggested tentatively, eyes settling on Luna.

Luna hesitated, considering their options carefully. "We could... but who?" she mused aloud, her gaze flickering to the laptop where Marcel's face had just vanished from the screen.

Isaac leaned forward, a determined gleam in his eyes. "What about Damon and Stefan? They've dealt with vampires before. They might have some insight."

Luna shook her head adamantly, a hint of worry creasing her brow. "No, we can't involve them. They'll never let us travel alone again if they find out."

Stiles sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Then who? Bonnie, maybe? She could help.”

Luna just shakes her head, “She will tell Damon”

Stiles looks confused and Isaac explains, “Theyre a thing…kind of”

Isaac suggested Klaus, given Klaus's reputation and experience as an Original vampire.

"Klaus?" Luna hesitated, her mind racing through the potential consequences of involving someone so powerful and unpredictable. "Are you sure about this, Isaac? Klaus is... well, he's Klaus."

Isaac nodded. "We don't have a lot of options, Luna. If anyone can help us, it's him."

Taking a deep breath, Luna eventually dialed Klaus's number. The phone rang a few times, each ring amplifying her anxiety, before the familiar, smooth yet dangerous voice answered.

"Luna Salvatore," Klaus drawled, curiosity evident in his tone. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Luna cleared her throat, trying to keep her voice steady. "Klaus, I need your help. It's about Lucien."

There was a brief pause before Klaus responded, his interest clearly piqued. "Lucien Castle? My first sire? What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into, Luna?"

"It's a long story," Luna said quickly. "But I need to erase his memory of me. It's urgent."

Klaus chuckled softly. "Erasing memories, is it? That's quite the task. Hold on, I have just the person who might be able to assist you."

There was a rustling sound on the other end of the line before a new voice came on—Kol Mikaelson, Klaus's brother, known for his expertise in magic.

"Luna," Kol greeted, his tone light and teasing. "What kind of mischief have you been up to?"

Luna sighed in relief. "Kol, I need to erase Lucien's memory of me. Can you help?"

Kol's tone turned serious. "Erasing memories is a tricky business, Luna. You can do it, but it requires utmost precision. One wrong detail, one slip, and the consequences could be dire. You might fail entirely, or worse, cause irreversible damage."

Luna swallowed hard, the weight of Kol's warning sinking in. "I understand. But I don't have a choice. I need to do this."

"Very well," Kol replied. "Just remember, be precise. Leave nothing to chance."

"I will. Thank you, Kol," Luna said, determination replacing her anxiety. She ended the call, her mind racing with the instructions and warnings.

Isaac and Stiles watched her expectantly. "Well?" Stiles asked.

Luna took a deep breath. "Kol said I can do it, but it has to be precise. One mistake and it could all go wrong."

"Then let's make sure you don't make any mistakes," Isaac said firmly, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We'll get through this together."

Armed with a plan, they tracked down Lucien at another club the following night. The club pulsed with music and energy, a stark contrast to Luna’s racing thoughts. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, and made her way towards Lucien. Stiles and Isaac positioned themselves strategically within the crowd, their eyes never leaving Luna.

Lucien noticed her approach, his interest piqued. "Back for more, Luna?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

Luna forced a smile, hiding her anxiety. "I just couldn't resist the allure of this place. Mind if I join you?"

Lucien gestured to the seat beside him, his eyes glittering with curiosity. "By all means. Tell me, what brings you back to my company?"

Following Kol's instructions, Luna began to weave her tale. "I was just thinking about our last conversation," she said carefully. "It's funny, I feel like we've known each other for ages. Sometimes I forget the details of how we met."

Lucien leaned in, intrigued. "Oh? And how did we meet, exactly?"

Luna’s heart pounded, but she kept her voice steady. "It was at that little café, remember? You were sitting alone, looking out of place, and I thought I'd keep you company."

Lucien’s brow furrowed slightly. "Was it? I seem to recall it differently."

Luna laughed lightly, subtly guiding the conversation. "You know how memories can be. They get jumbled. But what's important is the present, right?"

As she spoke, she channeled the magic Kol had taught her, carefully weaving her words to alter Lucien’s memories. Each sentence was deliberate, designed to erase her presence from his mind without raising his suspicions.

The minutes dragged on, feeling like hours. Luna’s pulse raced with each calculated word, her concentration unwavering. She saw Lucien’s expression shift imperceptibly, the sharp focus in his eyes dulling as the magic took hold.

Lucien blinked, a moment of confusion passing over his features. "Strange, I could’ve sworn we met under different circumstances," he muttered.

Luna forced another smile, sensing success. "Memories are funny like that," she said softly. "Well, I should get going. It was nice chatting with you."

Lucien nodded absently, his mind already elsewhere. "Until next time, then."

Luna turned and walked away, her legs feeling like jelly. She quickly found Stiles and Isaac, who had been watching anxiously.

"Did it work?" Isaac asked, his voice low and tense.

"I think so," Luna replied, her relief palpable. "He didn’t seem to remember anything."

They left the club cautiously optimistic, though the weight of uncertainty still lingered. The bustling streets of Paris felt more chaotic than ever, the night air thick with the promise of both danger and adventure.

As they walked back to their hotel, Luna couldn’t shake the feeling that their summer in Paris was about to get a lot more complicated. The city’s lights sparkled around them, but beneath the surface, shadows loomed.

"Here's to hoping for a quieter day tomorrow," Stiles quipped, trying to lighten the mood.

Isaac chuckled. "Yeah, because that ever happens with us."

Luna smiled, though her mind was already racing with thoughts of what might come next. "Let’s just get some rest. We’ll deal with whatever happens when it happens."

Back in their hotel room, they collapsed onto their beds, the events of the night swirling in their minds. They knew their troubles with Lucien Castle might not be over, but for now, they celebrated a small victory in the heart of Paris.