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glittervame · 7 months

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Towards the sun...

Luke x FEM!Reader Band Au! (Ish?)

It's a long one, does it make any sense?

Warnings: none, well kind of pining on reader's side, Not proofread sorry for the grammar

No smut sorry guys :( you're going to get it most of March. This is mostly just a filler until then

A girl, no older than thirteen, sat cross-legged on a grassy knoll, gazing up at the cloudless sky. Her name was Y/n, and she had been sitting in this very spot for what felt like hours, lost in thought. The warm summer breeze tousled her honey-colored hair, and a gentle smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she watched a flock of birds soar effortlessly through the air. Her book of Greek Mythology sitting on one of her knees, the pages fluttering in the wind.

She had been brought to this place, Camp Half-Blood, just a few days ago, after her mother had passed away. Her father, a Greek god she'd never met, had apparently claimed her as his own, and now she was here. She wasn't sure what to make of it all. She'd always known she was different, but she'd never imagined she'd be the daughter of a god. Her being obsessed with Greek Mythology didn't really help the millions of questions from running through her head.

Y/n's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. She looked over her shoulder and saw a tall, muscular man with golden hair and piercing blue eyes walking towards her. He had a kind smile on his face, and she felt a strange sense of familiarity wash over her. "You must be Y/n," he said, his voice rich and warm. "I'm your father, Apollo." She couldn't help but stare at him in disbelief. He looked exactly like the statues she'd seen in museums.

"Um… hi?" she managed to say, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. Apollo chuckled and sat down next to her. "Don't be afraid, dear. I'm not here to bite. I just wanted to spend some time with you and get to know you better." Y/n hesitated for a moment, then relaxed a bit. "I've always been fascinated by Greek mythology," she said shyly, gesturing towards her book. "I never imagined I'd end up being the daughter of a god."

Apollo nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Indeed, it is quite a revelation. But you must understand, Y/n, that you are not alone here. This camp, Camp Half-Blood, is filled with demigods like yourself. We are all children of the gods, and we must work together to protect one another and maintain balance in the world." Y/n listened intently, her curiosity piqued. She couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging in this strange new world.

As they continued to talk, Y/n learned about the various monsters and enemies that demigods faced, and the training they received to prepare for these battles. Apollo told her stories of his own adventures, fighting alongside heroes, and even recounted some of his own exploits as the god of music and poetry. She listened intently, fascinated by every word.

The sound of cheering and laughter filled the crisp summer night, mingling with the distant strum of a guitar. Amidst the frenzy of activity, two figures could be seen making their way towards the makeshift stage, their movements in sync despite the growing distance between them. One, a girl with hair the color of the shiniest of gold, her eyes sparkling with determination, clutched a battered old instrument to her chest. The other, a boy with hair as dark as ebony and a pair of chocolate eyes, his posture exuding an air of confidence that was almost arrogant.

They were Y/n and Luke, the heart and soul of the camp's latest sensation: the band known only as "Hybrid harmonics."

The stage loomed before them, its worn boards creaking beneath their weight as they climbed up and took their places. As Y/n strummed the first chord of their signature song, "The Call of the Gods," a hush fell over the crowd, and all eyes were upon them. Luke joined in, his voice soaring above the music, his fingers dancing nimbly across the frets of his electric guitar. The crowd erupted into applause, whistles, and shouts of approval, and the duo fed off the energy, their performance growing more intense with each passing moment.

Their setlist was all of different variety: from the haunting melodies of "The Fallen Hero" to the upbeat, anthemic "The Chosen One," each song told a story, each note carrying the weight of the different experiences at Camp Half-Blood. As they worked their way through their repertoire, their connection on stage became palpable, their movements fluid and effortless.

The encore came as no surprise to the crowd, who had been clamoring for more ever since the duo had finished their last song. As Y/n and Luke took their places once again, the cheers and applause reached a deafening crescendo. They exchanged knowing glances, nodded briefly at each other, and then launched into their signature encore number, "The Battle Cry." The crowd went wild, surging forward, dancing and swaying to the powerful rhythm. The music seemed to wash over them, filling their souls with a sense of camaraderie and belonging that was unique to Camp Half-Blood.

As the final notes of the song faded away, the crowd showed their appreciation with a thunderous standing ovation. Y/n and Luke took a bow together, their hands clasped tightly, beaming with pride and gratitude. They shared a look that spoke volumes about their friendship, their shared experiences, and their love for the music that had brought them together.

"You were amazing tonight!" a voice called out from the crowd, breaking the silence. It was Annabeth, their closest friend and confidante. She made her way through the throng of people, a big grin plastered on her face. "I couldn't be more proud of you two!" she added, wrapping an arm around each of them.

"Thanks, Annabeth," Luke said, his voice barely audible over the din of the crowd. "We couldn't have done it without you."

"Of course you could," she insisted, squeezing them both. "You're the ones who make the music come alive." She glanced over at Y/n. "And you have the most amazing voice I've ever heard."

"Oh, stop it," Y/n laughed, blushing a little. "We're just happy we could bring some joy to everyone tonight. That's what this camp is all about, isn't it?"

They stood there, basking in the afterglow of their performance, surrounded by their friends and fellow campers. As the last stragglers made their way off the stage, Y/n and Luke exchanged a final smile before parting ways, each returning to their cabins for the night. But as they walked, they couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and contentment that was unlike anything they had ever experienced before.

Normally Y/n never sang mane on a song but tonight they were just doing cover songs and Luke had suggested that she take the lead saying, "It'll give you a chance to show off your pretty voice" with his annoyingly perfect smile finishing it off.

"Turn your face towards the sun, Let the shadows fall behind you"

And tonight, Y/n couldn't help but feel a certain spark whenever she glanced over at Luke, as Y/n strummed her guitar, she couldn't help but wonder if Luke felt it too, the pull to be closer to each other.

"Don't look back, just carry on, and the shadows will never find you"

The energy in the room was palpable, the air thick with anticipation and the scent of sweat and perfume. The crowd, a mix of campers and counselors, swayed to the rhythm of their songs.

"Turn your face towards the sun, let the shadows fall behind you"

She glanced over at him again, His eyes seemed to glow in the dim light, and she couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat.

"Don't look back, just carry on, and the shadows will never find you"

All she wanted was for him to notice her, to see her as more than just a bandmate or a friend.

"Lost in the rock and roll"

Their fingers danced nimbly across the strings of their guitars, weaving together a tapestry of sound that was as complex as it was beautiful. Every note seemed to hold a piece of their souls, a testament to the years they had spent honing their craft.

"Got lost in a promise of a love I'd never know"

Her eyes shift back in front of her, Y/n couldn't help but feel a thrill course through her veins as she looked out into the sea of adoring fans. She knew that Luke felt it too; she could see it in the way he leaned into every chord, the way he grins when the crowd gets louder.

"Shadows chased me far from home"

It was in one of those moments, when their eyes met once more. The air seemed to still for a brief second, as if the entire crowd had held their breath. Luke smiled at Y/n, a small, shy smile that never failed to make her heart flutter.

"I remember when my heart is filled with gold"

She knows where she wants to be no matter what, and its right by his side. She's not going anywhere.

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starry-bi-sky · 6 months

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i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.