#lukas she will live its fine

[love-on-the-high-seas]

Reanna: I'm cold

Lukas: What?! *takes off jacket* I fucking told you to bring more fucking layers but of course you didn’t listen and now *piles scarves on Akh* I fucking have to make sure you don’t fucking FREEZE TO DEATH, but you’re allergic to sweaters, so what the fuck did I expect, and *takes somebody else’s hat* how fucking long have you been cold? You should’ve said something sooner.

[dixons-sunshine]

hi I just wanted to start with I really love your writing its just so good. I do have a request and if your not interested its okay it is angst but with a possible happy ending.

so its a daryl x reader where before the apocalypse r and daryl were together and they ended things right before everything went to shit and then when the group gets to Alexandria r is there and she has kid/s (maybe twins?? boy and girl??) so turns out r found out she was pregnant right when everything started happening so daryl didn't know and idk he like puts two and two together yk? and if you're okay with it can she be hispanic/ latin (maybe that can be one of the reasons they broke up bc yk merl is an ass to POC)

anyways sorry if that was a lot or didn't make sense

anyways have a good day/night much love <3

Two Plus Two Makes Four | Daryl Dixon x Hispanic!Fem!Reader

Summary: A week before the apocalypse, Daryl was forced to break up with you by Merle, leaving you heartbroken, but not alone—soon after he left, you found out you were pregnant. Now, two years later, you come face to face again with the man that broke your heart, and he finds out something shocking.

Genre: Angst, some fluff towards the end.

Era: Alexandria, pre Saviour arc.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth.

Word count: 1.3k

A/n: Sorry this took so long to finish. I hope this is good enough to make up for the wait! Please note that I used Google translate for this, so the translations may be incorrect or awkward! Feel free to correct me if you spot any mistakes! (Translations will be at the bottom.)

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“Kids?! Ya were pregnant and ya didn't fuckin' tell me?!” Daryl bellowed angrily, grabbing your arm to halt you from walking away from him.

You ripped your hand from his grip. “¡No me toques!” You spun around, furiously pointing a finger in your ex boyfriend's direction. “Don't you even dare put this on me, Dixon! You left. You walked out because you cared more about your brother's opinion than you did me! I'm sorry I wasn't gonna baby trap a man who didn't wanna be with me!”

“I deserved to know! I missed two years of their lives 'cause ya didn't tell me! I could of been there fer 'em, for ya, but ya chose to keep it from me!” Daryl exclaimed angrily, following you as you walked into your kitchen. “How could ya keep tha' from me?!”

“You chose to run to your brother the first chance you got! Four years down the drain in an instant for that racist asshole. I didn't owe you anything after that, maldito idiota!”

Daryl stopped in his tracks, instantly regretting starting up this particular argument. You spoke nothing but the truth. You didn't owe him anything. After all, it was him who walked out on you. He chose to let Merle's judgement get to him and influence his relationship. Hell, if it weren't for Merle, he would have proposed to you. He already had a ring picked out and everything back then, but he let Merle ruin everything. It was his own stupidity that cost him two years of his children's lives.

“Mama?”

At the sound of a small, timid voice coming from behind you, both you and Daryl turned and came face to face with your kids, your two year old twins. Your son, Luka, was nervously looking up at you and Daryl while your daughter, Camilla, was standing behind him, holding his hand.

Daryl was struck by the similarities both children shared with him. They both had his eyes, and his hair colour. They were spitting images of him. There was no doubt in his mind that these two children were his. He wasn't blind. He could see they were.

“Everything's fine, amores. I'm just having a conversation with Mr Dixon.”

Camilla stepped forward, her eyes lighting up with wonder. She looked up at Daryl, a smile spreading across her chubby cheeks. “Dixon?” she asked, pointing up at him. “Papa?”

Daryl was surprised. He looked up at you in confusion, silently asking for an explanation. You sent him a strained smile, forcing a relaxed look in front of your children.

“I always talk about you. They deserve to know who their father is. Well, who he was before he left me,” you explained, looking back down at Camilla and Luka.

“Papa?” Luka asked as he stepped forward, his blue eyes that reflected Daryl's sparkling with wonder. “Our papa?”

Daryl looked at you for permission, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. You nodded, silently giving him permission. He was their dad, after all, and he had just as much right to have a relationship with them as you, even if he did leave you. However, that was between him and you, and your children didn't deserve to be denied a relationship with their dad because of it.

The archer bent down, looking between Luka and Camilla as they stared at him in wonder. “Yeah, m'yer papa. M'sorry I wasn't here before, but m'here now. I ain't goin' nowhere.”

Daryl wasn't sure how much of his speech they understood, if they understood anything at all, but it didn't matter. The speech was mainly meant for you. It was to let you know that he wanted to be a part of their lives, and there was just about nothing that could stop him from that.

Camilla and Luka, as if having some sort of twin power, both simultaneously rushed forward and into his arms. Daryl wasted no time in hugging them back, somehow managing to pick them both up and rest them comfortably in his arms. It was relatively late, nearly eight at night and well past their bed times, so they rested their heads on his shoulders, making Daryl's heart swell with fondness. They didn't even know him, only having heard of him through the stories you told them, but they already trusted him. And even though he just found out he had kids, he would kill for them.

“We need to talk, sunshine. This ain't somethin' we can just sweep under the rug,” he told you, allowing you to take Luka from his arms to lighten the load. He adjusted his hold on Camilla, letting out a fond chuckle when he heard her yawn and nuzzle her face deeper into his shoulder.

You let out a sigh and nodded. “I know. But let's get these dormilones to bed first.”

Approximately half an hour later, the twins were tucked into bed and asleep. You and Daryl were back in the kitchen, both having a glass of wine in your hands—liquid courage for the conversation you were about to have.

“M'sorry fer leavin' ya,” Daryl broke the silence first, nervously sloshing the liquid around in his glass. “I dun' even know why I did. Merle's opinions should've never influenced our relationship. I loved ya. I still do. I regret leavin' ya more than anythin' else in my life.”

You inhaled deeply, willing the tears away. For two years you had wanted an explanation, and now you were finally getting one. However, hearing him admit that he still loved you, that you weren't stupid for still loving the man who broke your heart, was both relieving and hurtful.

“You hurt me, Daryl,” you whispered, feeling a lump form in your throat. “I get that Merle was your brother, but you should've never let him influence you like that. I had to go through everything alone. Do you know how hard it was being pregnant and fighting for my life against the dead out there? Do you know how terrified I was? I was lucky enough to find Alexandria a couple of days before I gave birth. If I didn't, I would've given birth out there with the walkers. I probably would've died. Camilla and Luka too.”

Daryl felt the guilt gnawing at his insides. He really hated himself at that moment. “M'sorry, sweetheart. I really fuckin' am. I promise I won't leave again. I dun' expect you to give me a second chance. God knows I dun' deserve it, but I promise I'll be here fer ya and the lil ones. I ain't ever gon' let ya down again, I promise.”

You gave him a small smile, reaching over to take his hand in yours. You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles, something you always did whenever the two of you had a serious talk. “Give me some time, Daryl. I still love you, but I need some time to adjust to the idea of 'us' again. It's been just me and the twins for two years. As far as I knew before today, I thought I wouldn't see you ever again. Just focus on the kids for now, okay? They deserve to know their daddy.”

Daryl's lips twitched up into a smile, and he nodded. “I'll wait as long as ya need me to. I ain't ever gon' let anyone influence us ever again, I can assure ya of tha'. And I ain't ever gon' leave ya to raise 'em alone, never.”

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¡No me toques!: Don't touch me!

Translations (May be incorrect! Please feel free to correct me if they are!):

maldito idiota!: fucking idiot!

amores: loves.

dormilones: sleepyheads.

[nvmbersix]

MINECRAFT STORY MODE JUMPSCARE

lengthy hc stuff under read more <3 a lot of it is also based on my own little bit of rewriting of mcsm's story bcz lets be real its not The Greatest, but it is a fun story nonetheless and i wanna play with it,,

i'm not sure if it was ever established that they canonically live in the city where endercon takes place or they live somewhere on the outskirts of it, but for my personal hc, i imagine they live on the outskirts of endercon's city :]

axel and jesse are both orphans who grew up together, though while axel was born in their hometown, jesse just showed up out of nowhere with reuben. jesse's earliest memory is meeting his bestie by a water fall, but beyond that, he doesn't really remember anything about his own past.

the two of them met olivia when they found her getting bullied by adrien and his friends. they both stood up for her and soon after that, they all ended up being friends - she didn't hail from their hometown either, having actually moved there and was considered an outsider by most people (adrien and his friends especially), so jesse related to her a lot right off the bat

i wanna write more regarding the threes relationship with the order, petra and the ocelots, specifically lukas, but i think i'll wait until i draw them (which might take weeks. or months. we'll see..)

some character centric (cz the other one is backstory centric) hcs:

jesse thinks he's the same height as olivia. he's not. he's the shortest out of the entire group. he denies this reality with all his (tiny) being.

while jesse uses he/him pronouns he's not actually comfortable being referred to solely as a man. he doesn't have a label for it but he feels like he's a lot more flexible than that. he's honestly pretty okay with any pronouns, axel has used they/them and she/her for him in the past, which he really liked

olivia is #1 woman enjoyer worlds biggest lesbian. i loved the idea of her having a small crush on petra, and a BIG puppy crush on ellegard (which died into a normal admiration for an idol after the wither arc). i want to give olivia a girlfriend in s2,, i also think i want to make her transfem, because transfem olivia is so good and she reminds me of some of my transfem friends,,

axel never gives me the vibes that he'd care about romance or anything like that, so i thought of him being aromantic, maybe even asexual? i think he has a very queerplatonic relationship with his friends, specifically jesse and petra :] i also love the idea of him using he/they pronouns. axel's fine with being called a man, but they kinda wanna get silly with it sometimes, yakno?

again i wanna write so much more but this has already taken me like, 30 minutes?? soo i'll just end that here for now hsgjhsgse

[newts-frogs-toads]

Things I hate about my fandoms

(I will probably make posts about each of them later going more in depth)

⚠️These DO NOT apply to ALL members of these fandoms⚠️

Cartoons:

Miraculous: mischaracterisation of Kagami as a bad person who just want to ruin the love square. But at the same time they love luka because he's just a sweet little baby boy 🥺👉👈

The owl house: Hunter and Ed interacted once and people started shipping them while they complain about Hunter and Willow for having a 1 year age gap. Also people acting like everyone is siblings

Amphibia: they care about the main trio too much to care about any other character at all

Gravity falls: where do i even start

Steven universe: The Su!c!de incident (dont worry she survived)

The ghost and molly mcgee: they hate Ollie for no reason even after his redemption arc for getting in the way of Molly x Libby or Andrea. They say he and molly look like siblings but their eye colors, skin colors and hair colors are different. (Tbh they cant take it when both characters in a pairing are Asian).

Dwampyverse: Too many NSFW art of children

Ducktales: I like them. Nothing bad about them other than they just ignore canon sometimes but hey, so do I.

Hilda: same as the Dwampyverse

Tangled: pretty chill but please dont ship Varian who's 16 with Cass who's 25.

Infinity train: Saying Lake, Ryan and Min aren't queer coded. Like are you blind? Its fine if you don't ship Rymin or use She/her for Lake but remember cartoon network Stopped the creator from putting those in.

Lego monkie kid: pretty ok fandom. Nothing bad to say about them.

She ra: im pretty late to this fandom so I haven't seen anything bad but as a DT megafan the fandom doesn't give them enough attention to them lol

Dead end: too small

Kipo: WAY too small

Live action movies:

Heathers: (see Musicals)

Dead poets society: ITS DYING WE NEED MORE FANWORKS

Games:

Undertale: the needle cookie incident (they're ok now don't worry. Dont take food from strangers kids)

Stardew Valley: Toxic arguing over the Bachelors and Bachelorettes. Acting like Haley and Alex are some irredeemable monsters. like, have you tried befriending them?

Musicals:

Heathers: Acting like Heather McNamara is some sweet little angel. Like no. She is sad and deserves better but that doesn't mean shes nice. (In other words: she is damaged, far to damaged, but that does not make her wise)

Hamilton: the HIV incident (just search Hamilton HIV to know the context). Also harassing anyone who isn't the OG cast.

Ride the cyclone: Acting like the characters are so pure and innocent. Like, im against NSFW of the kids too, but the whole point of Ricky is that hes not so sweet and innocent as a disabled person. Or the whole point of Noel is that he wants to be "fucked up". The tiktok fandom is also super biased to the original cast (meanwhile tumblr loves it)

Six: Saying Jane isn't a powerful woman because she wants to get married and have kids

[celestiall0tus]

Long Road - Chapter 12 - Coming Soon

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            Marinette rushed down into Liberty’s hold to meet Luka for their date. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Alix with Juleka and Rose. They all turned and waved her over.

            “Hey, girls, what’s up?” Marinette asked.

            “You’re just in time! Alix was about to share some amazing news!” Rose cheered.

            “Oh? What’s that?” Marinette asked.

            “Get this. There’s this new exhibit coming to the museum and my dad’s letting me get a look at it early before it goes live tomorrow. Mylene and some of the guys are already going to meet me there. What about you girls?” Alix asked.

            “What’s so special about this exhibit?” Juleka muttered.

            “Oh, right. Let me just get… here!”

            Alix held up a picture of a bizarre white box lined with silver and peculiar black markings on its surface.

            “Woah. Creepy,” Juleka cooed.

            “It is a little, yes,” Rose agreed.

            “That’s… strange. Uh, when will you be seeing it today?” Marinette asked.

            “Soon. Actually, right after this. I figured I’d stop in before I went back to the Louvre. Care to join?”

            “Count me in,” Juleka said.

            “Me too!” Rose cheered.

            “Uh, one moment. Juleka, is Luka-?” Marinette started.

            “Yeah. He should be done by now. Go ahead,” Juleka said.

            Marinette nodded and trotted over to Luka and Juleka’s room. She turned the corner and jumped back. Luka sat on his bed in meditation like the first time she saw him, but with a man sitting beside him with his eyes closed. She paled at the sharp, serpentine features of the man, pale skin like he was ill, black rocker clothes, and unnaturally long hair.

            “S-sass?” Marinette whispered.

            Sass’s eyes shot open with his snake green eyes and pupils narrowed into slits. Luka’s eyes opened as Marinette flinched and stepped back. Luka shot to his feet and approached Marinette.

            “Are you ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Luka commented.

            “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just… surprised by Sass,” Marinette reassured.

            Sass grumbled and hissed. He slinked off the bed and headed to the living room when Kaalki blocked his path.

            “Hey, lovebirds! We’re getting ready to head out. Let’s go!”

            “Oh, right. Hey, Luka, would you be ok with a small detour before our date? Alix’s dad is letting her see a new exhibit early and she’s invited us along with some other friends,” Marinette explained.

            “Yeah, that sounds like fun,” Luka said.

            “Alright! You’re coming too, scales,” Kaalki demanded.

            “No, I don’t think I will,” Sass hissed.

            “Oh, but you are. You know who is coming too and she’ll be very sad if you don’t show up. I wonder what she’ll do.”

            Sass sighed and growled. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

            “Oi, Mari, where’s little Velze?” Kaalki asked.

            “Huh? Oh, Gimmi? She’s at home. She, uh, didn’t want to listen to our, uh, sickening lovey words?” Marinette attempted.

            Kaalki looked Marinette over, then at the mini purse at Marinette’s side. She rushed at Marinette and snatched it before Marinette could react. She reached into it and pulled Gimmi from it. She beamed and tossed Marinette the purse back.

            “There you are, mini Velze! Come, join us. Stretch your legs with the rest of us.”

            Gimmi shot Kaalki a menacing look. She didn’t respond but phased through Kaalki’s grip and shifted into her human form. Marinette reached out for Gimmi as Gimmi navigated Liberty while avoiding the windows. Kaalki whooped and ran out after Gimmi. Marinette grimaced as she looked on, worried.

            “Everything alright?” Luka asked.

            “Not exactly. Gimmi has been avoiding all reflective surfaces. She won’t even look me in the eyes long either. When I ask, she doesn’t tell me why, but it’s clear something is wrong. I just don’t know what to do to help her,” Marinette explained.

            “I think the best you can do is let her approach you when she’s ready. There may be something wrong, but if she hasn’t shared, she isn’t ready. Give her time and she will be.”

            Marinette looked at the ground, then at Luka with a smile. “I’ll try. I’m just worried.”

            Luka returned the smile and took Marinette’s hand. “It’s ok to be worried. You care for her, just like you did with Tikki.”

            “I mean, I still do, but yeah, I do care for Gimmi. We clash and she’s never shy about reminding me about the reality of things, but I appreciate her for it.”

            “Oi, let’s go!” Kaalki yelled.

            Luka and Marinette jumped at Kaalki’s voice, then laughed. They joined the others on the deck before they headed to the Louvre. Marinette chatted with Luka along the way, but her eyes never left Gimmi as Gimmi avoided all reflective surfaces. When they approached the Louvre, Gimmi fell back behind Luka and Marinette.

            “Hey, are you ok?” Marinette asked.

            “Peachy. Just avoiding that,” Gimmi hissed.

            Marinette turned back and saw Mylene with Longg along with Marc with Tikki, Nathaniel with Vana, and Kim with Xuppu.

            “Finally, Alix! We’ve been waiting forever! You know this report is due tomorrow, right?” Kim yelled.

            “You should have done it sooner, idiot,” Alix spat.

            “It’s not my fault. I was supposed to do it with Ondine’s help, but everything just keeps coming up and she did it on her own. So, I’m all on my own.”

            “Not my problem, meathead. Anyway, everyone read-,” Alix started.

            “Sass!” Longg yelled.

            Sass stopped and sighed. Longg charged at him and scooped him up. She laughed and flung him around like a doll before she hugged him and bit his arm. Everyone flinched, but he didn’t react. She grinned and put him on her back like a backpack. She joined the others as everyone headed in. Luka and Marinette took up the rear with Gimmi.

            “That was… quite the scene. Have you ever seen that?” Marinette asked.

            “No. Mylene doesn’t come around very often. Even when she does, she’s just meeting with Juleka and Rose, so I never see Sass and Longg interact. Still, even though he’s unbothered, I hope he’s ok,” Luka said.

            “Sass is fine. I know he enjoys Longg’s bizarre affections, even if he never lets on about them,” Gimmi butted in.

            “Are you saying Sass enjoys being bitten?” Luka asked.

            “Yes,” Gimmi answered.

            Marinette hummed as a thought crossed her mind and she smirked. “You know, Luka, I’ve come to understand that we begin to mirror our kwamis in many aspects the longer that we’re with them. Does this mean you also like to be bitten?”

            Luka’s face flushed. “Ah, well, uh, y-you see, uh, I… I wouldn’t know, you know? I mean! You were the only girl I had dated before our breakup… and there was no one else. Even when we were together, we never… you know, so I… I don’t know.”

            Gimmi peered up at Luka. “You’re telling me a however old teenage boy you are has never thought with his other head? Never not once?”

            Luka’s blush deepened while Marinette blushed. “Gimmi!”

            “What? You aren’t seriously that surprised, are you? You both are transitioning into adults. Him sooner than you. You are going to have to address the topic of physical intimacy sooner or later. Sooner rather than later. And not by these little teasing jokes you seem to think are amusing,” Gimmi snapped.

            “She’s right, you know,” Sass yelled back.

            “Alright, enough. Can we talk about literally anything else?” Marinette asked.

            “Yes, please. I don’t want to think about my brother’s sex life,” Juleka said with a shutter.

            Luka pursed his lips as his face turned bright red.

            “Yeah, no one wants to talk about their likely boring, vanilla ass love like Nathan and Marc. I’d rather talk about Kim’s failing relationship,” Alix pointed out.

            “Failing? Oh no! What happened with you and Ondine?” Rose asked.

            “Nothing. She’s just been busy with Terra,” Kim said.

            “I don’t know. Sounds like she doesn’t want to see you,” Alix commented.

            “What? No. Who wouldn’t want to see me when she gets all of this?” Kim asked as he flexed.

            “Is that supposed to be impressive?” Longg asked.

            “Well, I mean, yes! Ondine thought it was impressive.”

            “I’m sorry on her behalf.”

            Kim’s jaw dropped. He was about to respond when Alim Kubdel approached them with the director.

            “Welcome, everyone. We’ve been waiting for you guys,” Alim said.

            Kim raised his hand. “Mr. Alix’s Dad, is this exhibit related to anything historical and can I use it for my report?”

            “Of course. Come along.”

            Everyone followed Alim and the director to a back room. They approached a table with the box on it. Everyone stared at it while the kwamis stood back.

            “Hey, any of you feel something… off?” Fluff asked.

            Mullo nodded.

            “Kaalki, you brought us here for a reason,” Sass said.

            “Did you, Kaalki?” Tikki asked.

            Kaalki smiled and pulled Gimmi close to her. “Mini Velze, look upon the box. What do you see? What do you feel?”

            Gimmi sneered and opened her mouth, but paused when her eyes landed on the box. Her eyes widened as familiar presences washed over her. Their presences were accompanied by a vile repulsion and betrayal she had never felt, but had at the same time. She knotted her brows as her pupils constricted.

            “Oh no.”

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[wisteriasymphony]

him being exactly like his father just one night stands and ghosting, does anarka have a stroke anytime she sees him? 😭😭😭 tweos au gives me class of 09 vibes in the best way imaginable in a way i cant explain into words also *bats eyelashes* u were saying something about botched adrienette and toxic yaoi lukadrien 😍😍😍🙌 (i read the entirety of tweos in one night if u were wondering its so....dramatic i love it the revamps r so good th*mas ass truck could never)

THATS THE IDEA RAAHHHHHHHH in tweos Jack Zimmerman i mean Jagged Stone basically turned his band into a harem i hope you know that. and Luka probably would too but his band is like, kind of mediocre. womp womp (also Anarka disowned Luka and Juleka just lives with him out of choice. so luckily Anarka doesn't seem him too often)(sidenote i have more semi-canon luka content heresies)

Botched Adrinette post is here, botched Ladynoir can also be a post of its own, but i want to have fun so let's talk about how I would go about Lukadrien:

- The year is 2008. If you want to call someone gay, you compare them to Adrien Agreste. Is he actually? Who knows, but he looks like it and he hates it. He thought being mistaken for his mother was bad, but this is arguably worse.

- Luka Couffaine is the frontman of Vampire Revival, and painfully aware of the crush his girlfriend has on Adrien, her classmate. He finds the concept of "getting with him first" just to spite her absolutely hilarious.

They hook up in the aftermath of one of Luka's parties, and undergo an under-the-table strangers-with-benefits relationship. The internalized homophobic animosity is so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"What power do you even have over me?" Luka sneered, following Adrien around; Adrien curled up further into his black coat like a shell, forcing his hands into his pockets. "You're not stronger than me, you're not more charismatic, you don't have anyth—"

"I own you!"

Adrien had spun around, twisting the collar of Luka's shirt in his hands.

"Are you forgetting that someone got cut off of Daddy's money for doing nothing with his life?!" Adrien screamed back. "The only thing keeping your head above water right now is me, not your jackass 'band', and if I want you to not speak a word to me in public you will do that!"

Luka couldn't help but notice that he was still overshadowing Adrien quite literally. Both in height and in muscle.

"Fine, I will," he replied with a smirk. "But if you're going to use your leverage against me—" Luka gripped a fistful of Adrien's hair and forced him to look straight into his eyes. "—I get to use mine."

....Did I mention Adrien paying people he's in sexual relationships with isn't a Claudia-exclusive thing?

Okay, back to the ask—YIPPEE YIPPEE!!! Welcome to Claudrien Nation :))) I'm glad you consider it close to Class of '09, it does feel at parts like a similarly "edgy" take on MLB like how Class of '09 is a take on visual novels. Hopefully there's at least a bit more weight to the horrors though, obvi. A little more melodrama.

[verfound]

MINIFIC: Oct. 23: Day 10: Full Moon (MLB, Lukanette, DLM AU)

Continuing from Ch8-9. Let's see if I can stay caught up. 😂

For @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers October Minific Challenge 2023.

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To Feel Alive Again: Ch10: Full Moon

“That won’t work, you know.”

Marinette jumped at the voice, and that was probably the proof of his words right there.  She tried to scowl at Luka, but she found her face didn’t want to cooperate.  She turned away instead, tipping her head back against the chair she had brought up to the roof a few hours ago and glaring at the moon.

It had no right to be so pretty, she thought as she took another long drink from the bottle in her hand.  The world wasn’t pretty.  It didn’t deserve pretty things like that full moon above her when it had such ugliness inside.

“At least share,” Luka sighed as he dropped to the roof beside her, plucking the bottle from her fingers and taking a swig.

“No one invited you,” she bit, snatching the bottle back.  Luka coughed as some of the alcohol went down the wrong pipe, and she smirked as she tipped the bottle back.  The lip was wet from…well, his lips.  Gross.  “I only share with people I invite.  This was a solo party.”

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s bad form to drink alone?” he asked, taking the bottle back.  She glared at him, and he lifted an unimpressed eyebrow in turn.

…she probably looked like a grumpy kitten to him.  He was condescending like that.  The asshole.

“Stop checking up on me,” she said, turning away with a huff and slumping back in her chair.  She pulled the blanket she’d brought up tighter around her shoulders.  It was an indulgence she had gotten with her first post-death paycheck: a thick, pink, Sherpa-lined throw that was sinfully soft and kept her entirely too warm.

She loved it.

“I’m not…” he started.  She shot him a Look, and he sighed as he leaned back on his hands and looked up at the moon.  She tried to ignore the way it lit up his eyes, making them shimmer in its soft glow.  “Ok.  Fine.  I’m checking up on you.  But I’m checking up on you because I wanted to, not because Mendeleiev is making me.”

…huh.  That was new.

“…why?” she asked, glancing over at him.

“Because she’s a bitch and dealt you a shitty hand,” he said.  His fingers tapped at the roof, and when he glanced over at her he offered her a small smile.  “…and I missed you.  And when Fred told me what happened, I started to worry.”

“Softie,” she chided, and he sighed as he looked back up at the moon.

“I’m afraid you might be right,” he said.  He was still smiling.  “Tell the others and I’ll kill you.”

“Isn’t that going to be a little hard?” she asked, nudging his knee with her foot.  “We’re already dead, Luka.”

“I’m pretty determined,” he said casually.  “I’ll find a way.  Even if it’s locking you in my closet until I finally get my own lights.”

“Asshole,” she giggled.  A comfortable silence settled between them, where they just watched the moon and pretended they could see the stars beyond the city lights.  It was nice, she couldn’t help but think.  She was finding Luka was nice.  Or, at the least, he wasn’t as prickly as she had initially thought.

She was starting to drift off, the exhaustion of the past few days meeting the quiet comfort Luka’s presence offered to lull her towards the sleep she desperately needed.  She might have missed his question, if he hadn’t nudged his knee back against her foot.  Her lips twitched with a smile as she looked at the roof before her, where their limbs were barely touching.  Where they were stretched out like the old friends they might have been another lifetime ago, had she been born a few years sooner or he had been born a few years later and they had both lived past the brief spark of twenty-something.

“He would have liked you,” Juleka had said.

She was starting to think she would have liked him, too.  Back before he was dead.

“Are you ok?” he asked, his voice soft in the quiet night.

She blinked tired eyes at the moon and thought of Abby Rousseau, the little girl who had been senselessly snuffed out even sooner than they had been.  She thought of the undead man beside her and the quiet comfort his presence brought.  Of Fred, downstairs, worrying over her like the papa he was because he couldn’t worry over his own little girl anymore and she no longer had a papa to worry about her, either.  Of Théo and even fucking Mendeleiev, their merry little band of reapers slipping through life on the periphery.  They didn’t have much anymore, but at least they still had each other.

She supposed that had to count for something.

It had to be enough.

“…no,” she answered.  Her hand slipped out of the blanket and reached for his, and she smiled when he threaded his fingers through hers and squeezed.  “But I think I will be.  Thanks, Luka.”

“Any time, Marinette.”

[lal-ffxiv]

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okay last thing before going to sleep otherwise I won't sleep or I'll forget. Cuz I meantioned Asdis' curse and blessing and I'm sure there like an actually writing term for the cross of a tragic flaw and the monkey's paw. Or just concept that every blessing is a curse and every curse is blessing as something that will help oc in their life and constantly draw them back just as much. (Yes I did watch Ella Enchanted at formative age and then was banned from watching it because of normal reason thus making it my favorite movie)

of course I talk alot of Luka's because its quite real for them Menphina's blessing soothes their heartaches and comforts their sorrows and with overcoming that pain naturally Luka doesn't grow as person. Stuck in this cycle some days more than others. Forever delightful and distant. While it motivates them and aid them in pushing forward and same time is doubt of Luka's strength. Do they carry the world while not feeling its weight because they leave that burden to others and Luka can't have that doubt bother them that long.

But for Asdis its not really know to her. Just starting with her adopted parents. This elderly couple find this werid looking toddler in the veggie patch one day and just fall in love with her. The child they never had despitely quickly growing twice their size and just being creepy (asdis empathic abilities) somtimes. Even Asdis commits murder/mansaulgher I forget which it is. They can't be mad at her and Asdis doesn't feel like what she did is wrong. While feels that intial horror, the worry that concern. Her parents reassure her so surely that she doesn't feel her own remorse. And then with her aunt the woman doesnt like her. The woman might actually despise her but even still Asdis is cared for and protected in her home because thats her niece and you love family (this coming from the woman that hasnt spoken with her sister on princple for many years and stole her family's wealth when she moved to an enmey city). Her aunt trust her so much and isnt that a kind of love to be given someone's last request. and of course Asdis' never-to-be husband that worships the ground she walks one because he werido. Spends years stalking (waiting) for her as she possesed by a voidsent and ultimately giving up his life for her. Asdis is so loved that she taken from the people that love her so much. [Wording here is delibraite because Asdis can never be sure she loves someone genunie because she feels their love for her stronger than her own emotion. I mean Asdis felt her emotions once and a guy died] her aunt's dying wish leads to massace in sil'dih. Even the voidsent getting fed emotions via Asdis' empathy feels that emotion that the two entwined by some feeling more than anything else after to 1000 years or so. At that point Asdis is scared that Achlys will somehow leave her but that impossible right? Freaking shadowbringers seprerating her soul from the voidsent. Like did thr crystal exarch not read the purchuse recommendatiosn. So yeah that repeating thing in asdis story. That love isn't the thing that makes Asdis good. Its usually a path to being more evil. As how she felt their love too feed Asdis' delusions of grandeur too so thats great. Maybe being hated would fix her.

Luken is his own blessing and curse. He master of his own fate (no matter how much he wants to ask the spinner why?? It is just him). He just a dude trying to live his life and he keeps making a hot mess of it. Luken has choice to help himself and he doesn't. Luken walks the fine line between self-sabotage and being his best self everyday. Like he could be legitmate busness owner but he running his small crime ring in the backroom. He trapped himself so far into his past that he destroyed his future. Luken doesn't have good or bad luck he just his choices and the the consequces of them. Not even calling a good or bad choice. Their isnt the right or wrong of it its just up, down, left, right and he ends up going in circle anyways. Its called Luken's Narrative because he doomed by it.

[mlwritersguild]

Chloé wakes up one morning and realizes she immediately needs to talk to the heroes of Paris. at least, that would be the decent thing to do, given there must be an akuma on the loose they are unaware of. she could even help them out with its powers, if she felt so inclined, as they obviously have something to do with brain-washing or psychological manipulation. after all, what other explanation could there be for the absurdly sudden and even more ridiculous feeling that she's in love with Luka Couffaine?

A Sour Pill, by AzuriteArtist

AO3 link; POV Chloe Bourgeois, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Good Chloé Bourgeois, Chloé Bourgeois-centric, Mentioned Luka Couffaine, Chloé Bourgeois/Luka Couffaine

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Chloe grabbed Chat’s arm, pulling against it, trying not to let them leave the hotel's roof.

“No, you have to believe me!” Chloe demanded.

“Chloe, you have a crush. No one else is reporting anything. We’re not judging you. I know this must be—” Ladybug said, giving a sympathetic smile.

Chloe groaned. They weren’t listening to her! She wasn’t feeling like this when she went to bed. It was an akuma!

“So the akuma is just targeting me, then! It’s obviously Luka! He’s messing with my head via brainwashing akuma powers, trying to get me to believe things that I do NOT believe! It’s awful! Utterly awful!” Chloe exclaimed, stomping her foot down on the floor.

Chat smirked, rolling his eyes. “Why don’t you tell us when it all started then? You said you woke up like this? Well, what were you doing yesterday?”

Chloe thought back.

She sighed. “I was attending Zoe’s birthday party. Her party’s decorations needed my skill and Jean-Marc’s ladder.”

Zoe’s party had been pretty good already, but Chloe hadn’t spent 14 years planning mock galas for nothing.

“And?” Ladybug questioned.

“Well, while I’m not one to be a wallflower, this was Zoe’s day, so I was on my phone by the juice bar. That was all that happened,” Chloe declared.

“Chloe,” Ladybug probed.

“Okay, fine. Luka walked up, and like, he’s always had such a weird style, but in the party lighting it honestly did work,” Chloe rambled.

She looked up to see Ladybug and Chat Noir grinning.

“Hey! I want to be a fashion designer. I can appreciate styles,” she insisted.

“Sorry, go on,” Chat said.

“Yeah, as I was saying. We were at the bar, and he just started talking at me. All about how ‘your grand organ sounds different’ and ‘it’s much less intimidating, more accommodating’. Honestly, what on earth was he going on about?” Chloe questioned.

“Luka’s just like that, he's very good at understanding people via music,” Ladybug chimed in.

Chloe rolled her eyes, “Despite my best judgement, we started chatting. He’s quite interesting, for someone who lives in the Seine. He’s got this black nail polish and eyeliner and it’s quite a cute look, in a punk sorta way—see! That’s exactly it! The akuma is messing with my thoughts!” Chloe pleaded.

Chloe scrunched her eyes. Why was this happening to her? She didn’t have a crush on him! He played guitar on a boat, and he wasn’t famous or rich enough for that to be hot yet! He was passive, he was quiet, and he wore clothes from second-hand stores and jeans that weren’t intentionally distressed!

Ladybug’s bug phone then interrupted, chiming out an alert.

“Looks like your theory might not hold water. Syren is back,” Ladybug said, holding up the news article for Chloe to see.

Chloe froze.

“But- that means that…” Chloe choked out.

Ladybug took a running leap off the rooftop, splashing down into the Seine.

“Yeah, listen Chloe. I’ve gotta jet—”

“Wait, do you need Queen Bee?!” Chloe whispered, stroking where the comb would be on her head. She desperately wanted a distraction, and hanging out under the water sounded perfect.

Chat thought for a second, before shaking his head. “Maybe just focus on calling your newfound crush,” he smirked, before leaping off the building too.

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Chloe paced around her suite, phone in hand. She could do this, she was strong, she was brave, and she wasn’t afraid to do something as simple as calling someone.

She quickly pressed the call button before her brain could catch up, almost dropping the phone in response.

She stared in horror as the dialling tone played before it was picked up.

“Hello?” came Luka’s voice.

“Hey, it’s Chloe.”

[thickskll]

⸺ * | closed starter for ⎯⎯ @rennisaturate ⸺ * | continued from here.

if it weren't for the restored relationship with his brothers, miles would have been an entirely different person. after spending much of his life in the shadow of siblings, accepting whatever leftovers his parents would fling his way, the idea of stepping out on his own was terrifying; when he actually did it, it was a total shock to his system. it had taken the passing of his friend and the responsibility of now raising the only child of that friend, to push miles completely out of the shadow he had lived in all his life. he had separated himself from his family, keeping his contact with his brothers to a minimum - granting them no access to the ongoings of his life. admittedly, he was doing just fine - getting by on his earnings from the architecture firm and using it to keep luka in a decent nursery, and keeping up with the usual living expenses. then his brothers darkened his door to reveal a deep secret regarding the passing of their sister, his twin, and then he was back to being a 'beckett' again. but this time, the supply of toxicity had been cut off, the three of them no longer had any contact with their parents and the poison could no longer drip through.

at first, it was strange to see his brothers as companions rather than his competitors, discovering the brotherly familiarity that had been buried by their parents and forming a genuine bond with one another. another thing he discovered was that working-class living was not as easy as he thought it was, he was getting by but he was struggling to find the perfect balance between groceries, childcare fees and utilities; and he was too ashamed to turn to his brothers. with his family's history in finance, it was no surprise that his parents were able to find his vulnerability and exploit it - break off his relationship with rocio, accept the shell of a woman they had sourced as a new wife and return as their son. the only appeal of the offer was the prospect of financial support, of not having to refuse luka a toy he would point out in the store because buying it would mean he'd have to put something back, of not picking which bill to skip and which one to put his last bit of disposable income on.

he thought he could survive the loss of rocio, telling himself it was for the best, that she would find someone much more worthy and deserving of her heart, but he was dead wrong. in the weeks leading up to him grovelling on her doorstep, miles began to feel less and less of himself until he was near begging rocio to restore it before he fell apart completely. luka noticed the immediate change in miles' demeanour and would try to cheer him up, coming home from nursery with handmade jewellery made out of different types of pasta, putting on 'dinosaur shows' and making sure to finish his vegetables at dinner. it caused something in him to snap, and he was telling his parents where they could shove their offer, reaching out to his brothers and trying not to feel too overwhelmed with shock when they helped him without question. archer had luka put into a nursery with a waiting list as long as his arm and covered the fees for the remainder of his time there, and oliver helped him clear his arrears and put him in touch with the best advisors in the city. in the snap of a finger, his life was back in order and the only thing that was missing was rocio.

standing in her steamy bathroom with her wet body in his arms felt like the final step in putting things back in place, back where they should be. miles was far from worthy of her love but he was bold enough to want it anyway, now that he had experienced such a short time without it - he would stand there until she accepted him again. he waited for her to swat his hand away, tell him to stop, shove him away or give him any indication that she didn't want this but instead sighed with relief when her hand rested on his. the hand on her inner thigh continued its journey upward, as the tip of his nose skirts along the curve of her neck until it reached the shoulder. "i love you," he told her and would continue to tell her until she believed him again until the harsh words he left her with would be nothing but water down the drain. "is that an invitation?" his lips curled upward in a smirk, still wanting the verbal confirmation that this was okay for her.

[bells-of-black-sunday]

For muns with multiple muses, past and present, on any blog. Rules: Fill out the form according to which muse suits each title best. (The same muse can have multiple titles.) Repost and tag. Feel free to add more!

Favourite Muse: Danny, Tarhos, Frank, and Aita they're all super easy to write and I get some fun interactions out them. People seem to like them too, so its a win win,

Most Character Development: Probably Danny, Tarhos, Frank, and Julie.

Trash Muse: Jerry, I love him, but he canonically went on a rant about his math "religion" and then almost spiked their ashes at their funeral. (3rd book)

The Meme-Lord: Danny always has really fun interactions especially in modern where he can just be stupid as much as he wants.

Most Likely to Start a War: Tarhos- He did actively start one and then got pulled into the fog during it.

Worst Personality: Yijun, but fuck I love him. He's a snake oil salesmen and him being what he is he literally survives off of attention and the greed he accumulates. He is literally just one of those Instagram models that push fad diet scams, mlms or sigma male audiobooks.

Most Attractive Muse: I think it really depends on a persons taste? But personally for me it's Aita, Luka, Luanne or Yijun, But I also know some people who really like Angel or Pearl too so.

Falls in Love Quickest: Pearl, but he's mostly just into guys with money.

Most Likely to Drop Their Phone in the Toilet: Aita he's the most likely to be drunk in public where that could happen easily.

Ice Ruler: Renata or Luanne they're both women that hold power and will not let even an inch of it go. They're cold and callous.

The Edgelord: FRANK my sweet baby boy who listens to metal and breaks into homes and businesses for fun.

Most Tragic Backstory: I feel like a lot of my d.bd muses have tragic backstories? That's just how the lore tends to go, but Frank if you stop to think about it is tragic. He's a kid whose bene in the foster care all his life passed from home to home and when he finally gets to Ormond his adoptive dad just wants the government money to go get drunk at the bar so he's left by himself.

Best Case of Puberty: Probably Tarhos??? To go from being a broad shouldered lanky kid to looking like a fucking bear is certainly an achievement.

Most Awkward: Susie, she's got anxiety and a lot of it except with her mask on.

Busy Bee: Viktor fucking lives at his lab, he will not stop working even when he should.

Most Clueless: Pearl except most of it is an act, because everyone loves a clueless blonde.

Most Likely to Forget Their Wallet at Home: Kazan in modern au, he's a grandpa leave him alone.

Best Dressed: Yijun, he's got big ass fur coats and lots of silks. Gold and fine jewels, he likes to flaunt what he has.

Biggest Flirt: Aita, because it gets him free things. That's it. If it gets him free food or drinks he'll do it.

Most Dramatic: Ji-Woon he's so full of himself even in his own tome, he physically cannot put others above himself. Like content warning for animal death in his tome but like- yeah he literally did that just because a hamster was getting more attention than his flute solo in class.

Least Likely to Show Up Late: Tarhos is bare minimum 40 minutes early to everything he has to go to-

One with Weirdest Habit: Anna hums lullabies to herself to pass the time, but it's not that weird.

Most Likely to Be Caught at the Gym: Tarhos, Frank, or Kazan. Frank just likes to stay in shape, but Tarhos and Kazan are jus- huge.

Tagged by: @misstantabismuses (Thank you!) Tagging: anyone who wants me to idk how many multis follow me-

[the-heaminator]

Chapter 2 to this monstrosity its midwinter i give no shits. (yes ik im posting this 2 days after midwinter)

Lukas now had hip length straight long hair, and as previously mentioned she had the “come hither” eyes that seemed to be taking more of an effect than usual, well they did want to do this, but the change bought upon themselves also bought bone dry sobriety, which also allowed them to fully process what the fuck they had just done.

They all stood up, looking multiple levels of ridiculous each, by far the most ridiculous looking was probably Natalya who now as a boy had absolutely shot up in height, but still couldn’t compare to Ivan, but now towered over the other three, again the Rus height gene seemed to be taking effect, and the dress that was usually shin length was now up to his knee, hair was shorter now, the longest bit just about reched the base of his neck, but it was not like Matthew type waves and looked dangerously close to a mullet, no one mentioned it because they did not want to die.

Second most ridiculous looking was probably Arthur, now being a couple inches taller (somehow) now looked very out of place wearing his usual very dull attire, the man lived in jumpers (understandably so) and they were usually very large on him, but now it seemed to be pretty decent on account of height, though still being built like a twig meant that it still did not fill out, and now the trouser hem was hanging 2 or so inches over the ankle where it was meant to be, she looked both ridiculous and very very cute, at least in Ivan’s eyes, though again she was wondering where on earth such thoughts were coming from.

Vlad was bouncing, like physically she would not stay still, again not too different from normal but now it was particularly distracting, especially for Lukas (no guesses on why) 

“Ok fucks, i think we should have prepared for this.” Vlad said, being the voice of reason for once.

“Yes, I believe so, I look ridiculous and Natalya does too.” 

“Da, these are tight!” 

You should have see Arthurs face, Natalya did if you didn’t and he reacted actually pretty appropriately and death glared him, no stabby this time lads.

Trapising out of the basement and into broad daylight, they each looked at themselves in the mirror, its all weell and good having your friends tell you how you look but it is useful to see it for yourself sometimes, and naturally no one really flipped, only Natalya really had much of a recation and Vlad, Vlad decided to poke Ivan’s tits because she clearly does not fear god, and got bitchslapped by 4 people, it was worth it though, at least thats what she said.

“Right, onto the topic of clothing...” Arthur inhaled “I think i can wear what I’m wearing, its not too bad, and i think Lukas would fit into mine, i dont know what to do for the rest of you.”

“Because you’re short and flat?”

“...no”

Again that was Vlad who has a fucky concept of fear, she continued “Unless we get measurements we are going to have to stay in these clothes, and as this is only for a day, i think we will be fine.”

[underthesubconsun]

Chapter 1: Beating Around the Bushcat

The cat slinked around the side of the manor, looking for a way in. They spotted the slightly-open cellar door, walked to it, and leaped in.

Although appearing like an average black cat with deep yellow eyes, this cat was quite intelligent. They couldn’t speak the common-language as the tall-cats could, but they were friendly with the village-folk and learned all the gossip from their conversations. Today was an expedition fueled by that gossip— one that, unbeknownst to them, would change their life.

A little background may be helpful.

The cat lived in the kingdom of Subcon. Though the winters were cold, it was a lovely place, full of life— and trees. See, Subcon was named after its surroundings, Subcon Forest. Or perhaps the forest came after? Anyways. The kingdom was ruled by Queen Vanessa, a golden-haired woman who was the envy of many. Her fiancee, Luka, was a law student. While he was gone at college, Vanessa had become reclusive and cold— but today Luka was returning! So of course, the cat had to see their happy reunion firsthand.

Oh boy, that was a mistake.

The cat snuck into the first floor, just in time to hear the front door slam. Vanessa stormed in, fists clenched and looking… angry? 

It was fine! Once Price Luka was home, she’d be happy! Luka made Vanessa happy, so—

The door opened again, and Prince Luka, holding a bouquet wrapped in blue paper, walked in. 

“Vanessa! I’m home!”

Vanessa stood with her back to him, crying.

“V- Vanessa?”

She turned her head and glared at him, eyes glinting red.

“You.”

“Nessa?” The prince backed up a bit.

“So eager to leave, aren’t you? You always were…”

“Vanessa, I don’t—”

“I SAW YOU WITH THAT— THAT DIRTY FLORIST!”

Luka’s amber eyes widened. “I was buying—”

“I KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING! SEEING ANOTHER WOMAN IN SECRET, HUH? Well.”

Guards crept up behind the prince and grabbed him as the air grew colder around the queen of Subcon.

“I’ll make sure…”

The cat began to creep back as ice began to form around the queen. “You can never leave me again.”

[dorkousloris]

its 2am, and i want to draw my body is tired but my hands want to do something so i'm writing a little ficlet. This is a Lukas POV, interacting with his best friends, Petra & Jessie in two different moments, and who Lukas had viewed them as practically his siblings.

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It had been a year since Lukas left the Order to take care of himself.

Lukas had found a spot, a horse ride away from Beacontown and it was a great spot where he could see the forests on the far end and a dirt road just ahead where he could use it with his horse.

He built a small cabin with a little ranch, and it doesn't meant he did it by himself. He had help of his close friends a year ago and now this place had became his own. He is happy to have his own space. While the smell of the fresh air was so great, he does misses the sweet aromas from the town.

The man is leaning on the front porch, warm cup of coffee in his hands. He was closing his eyes, feeling the air that touches his face. Then he hear a voice.

"Lukas."

He opened his eyes and waves when he spot her.

"Hey Petra."

Petra is standing in the main gate, and she sees that Lukas had spot her- She walked through the gate, and to his porch.

"Visiting a old friend?" He smiles, holding his cup carefully and Petra snort.

"Maybe." Petra says, joining Lukas and leans her side against the railing that the front porch provided. The two doesn't say anything other than to stare out in the view.

Lukas glance at her, and he could see Petra clenched her jaw, staring hard ahead. He doesn't need to know that Petra have something to say so he waited.

And so she finally answered.

"How's... Jessie?"

Lukas hums, he was not surprise at that question. It had been a few months since Petra and Jessie broke up.

"Jess' fine," Lukas answered and with a careful thought he added, "Her heroic work had been keeping her busy."

Petra scoffs, "Heroic work? That's just mayoral bullshit."

Ah, yes, ever since Jessie was given the reins from Gabriel- who had stepped down from being a Hero In Residence, Jessie was willing to fit into these shoes and... It had cause a fight between her and Petra.

That had lead to a breakup or so he was told, but... Lukas look at Petra.

She is still looking out, and her stare is hard. Stubborn, and a fool. But he doesn't say it to himself.

The two stay quiet, and Petra sighs loudly. Dramatically even. This was it. The reason for Petra's visit. Lukas had always been a great listener. He still is, and he is the only person to give reasoning and sometimes advice. Especially Petra. She sees him like a brother she never had, and so does he.

"I- I don't get her. What kind of 'Hero In Residence' bullshit to make her to lead a entire town?" Petra begin to complain, and Lukas doesn't stop her- that adventurer need this, "I thought we have something, Lukas! She was so full of adventures, and I always let her drag me into anywhere because she knew how much I want to see new exciting things! But acting as a leader of some town? Bullshit! That fucking sucks! She could've turn that down, she doesn't need to! Jessie was-- is so-- It's so Jessie."

Lukas doesn't say anything, but hearing all of it. He looks up, and sees the clear sky.

She still misses Jessie.

He chuckles to himself warily. Between the complains that Petra shout into the air, there was a fond in her tone-- a tone that misses someone else. He had knew that. He had been there before.

When Petra's complains run out, she slouched over the railing, her eyes now watery but tears doesn't fall. Lukas knew that Petra doesn't cry that easily. But when it came to Jessie... Then Lukas remember something else.

A few weeks ago...

The horse ride had took him a few hours, and through the sky had turned into afternoon colors-- he was grateful to see Beacontown, bustling with chatter and busydgoers somewhere in that town. But this wasn't his visit.

He had arrived at the Order Hall, and through he doesn't live there anymore... He still had his old room, in case if he ever stay for one night which was the plan anyway.

Lukas walk through the halls of the Order building and went to the main door. It was strange to come to that door that used to belong to Gabriel. A former hero who promised to rebuild the town to prove that he still cares and that he is still a hero. Which probably why the title "Hero In Residence" came to be and now it's title is handed to--

Lukas pushed the doors opened and sees Jessie. She's behind the desk, her hand on her chin and her eyes staring out the window that is on the side of the main office.

Lukas blinks slowly, and he could swear that Jessie sighs. She still doesn't look at the paperwork that is in front of her. He figured they were requests from the towners. But Lukas' attention is still on Jessie.

Jessie's braiding seems a bit more messier than he remembered the last time, and she is tapping her finger against the desk. For a moment, she was quiet and seems to look like she was staring at somewhere far out that window- somewhere. That wasn't very Jessie, Lukas raise a eyebrow and the fact she didn't see him walked in and not greet him with excitement makes Lukas concern for his friend.

She was a sister he never had, and he was grateful to have her as his family and a great friend. As much as he could simply leave, he still want to greet her and let her know that he's visiting so he coughs to get her attention.

Jessie blinks, and torn her eyes away from the window and sees Lukas.

"Oh! Hey! Lukas!" Jessie's quiet tired look had replaced with a bright glint in her eyes as she get up and walk around. She walk toward him and Lukas opened his arms, letting her to hug him, "Visiting me?"

He nodded with a smile, "Yeah, sorry I didn't bother you."

"Please, we're friends, bother me all you want--"

Lukas chuckled, and frowns slightly. "I know- what... why are you staring out the window?"

"Oh." Jesse blinks once more, then she turns to the window, "Just... thinking."

"Thinking...?"

"Petra."

"Ah."

He had forgotten that these two hadn't seen each other since...

"Right! I- I'm sorry, I have to get back to work," Jessie throws him a smile, then walk back to her desk, "The requests are a lot."

"Uh-uh," Lukas nodded following her to the desk and he glances over, "Did I remembered that Olivia was insisting that you need a assistant?"

Jessie gives Lukas a sheepish look, "Actually... not yet. I'm wanting to understand how this work before I think about that."

"Well, you know what I say- I'm always here to help--"

"Lukas," Jessie looks at him, "You had a literal manuscript you were working on right now! I don't need you to help me that would meant you will never publish that book!"

Lukas chuckles, his hands raised up and smiles at her. "You got me!"

The two then laughs before it turn into silence.

It wasn't until Jessie finally speaks up.

"I... miss going on adventures," She looks out the window, "Everyone's so busy and I... don't know if I can ask Petra."

Lukas doesn't say anything and Jessie continues-- she tend to ramble, get the feelings she felt out of the system.

"She's- she's mad about my choice. I can't blame her for that. But this town... They need my help," Jessie says, frowning at the wording before she shake it off and continues, "They need a hero and that's me. Everyone had retired... except me. And that's fine! It's all good, since all I can do is to help the town around! But I- I don't know, Lukas. I miss going on adventures, I- I really wish there's a way for someone to tell me-- No, not you Lukas you had things on your plate and Liv and Ax does and I-I miss going on a adventure with Petra. I know we broke up a while back and-- it is weird that I still want to go out there and just hang out with her? It is possibly to still be friends with her?"

Jessie trails off, then turn to look at Lukas.

And he was back to the present.

On the front porch, staring at Petra who complains so much about her ex-girlfriend who she still misses and so Lukas brought up a suggestion.

"You should ask her to hangout with you."

Petra blinks, turning to look at Lukas, "But she have work--"

"Petra, Jessie misses going on adventures," And she misses you but Lukas doesn't voice that- these two deserve to hear that from each other, it was all he could do, "And you have been going on adventures a lot so I thought-- maybe you should invite her?"

"...Can that be possibly? We- we broke up, how are you so sure-"

"Petra," Lukas nudged her arm, "She misses going on adventures with you." Again, he almost say 'and she misses you so fucking much.' but he doesn't say that and Petra's eyes slowly widen.

"I..." Lukas can see that Petra's hands curl into the railing but her eyes slowly turn to bright and Petra scoffs, "I will think about that."

Lukas chuckles, looking away to see the view. It was a start.

And it really was a start a week later when Petra finally get Jessie out of the work.

He hoped that these two would someday tell each other that they misses each other.

Of course he doesn't know that in a few years, a god that controlled the world will show up and it will push these two to realize they still love each other.

For now, Lukas drink his coffee and Petra changed the topics, her cheeks had slight warm and he could bet it was about Jessie.

Lukas left the Order, but that doesn't meant he will always lent a help to these he called his friends and his family, especially Petra and Jessie.

[kieran-the-writer]

Statement of Salome Lukas

XII. The Dark-Haired Girl

9th July, 2007

“Why was the Spiral there?” Salome asked Gerard quietly, gray eyes wide in fear as they and Michael left the bar. “Why after a-all this time?”

Gerard shook his head. “Dunno. It might've not been you it was after.”

Salome opened her mouth to respond, but Michael beat her to it. “S-so, a, uh, a curfew?”

She glanced at Michael, then Gerard, then turned her gaze to her hands, clasped in front of her as they walked. “My uncle is, um, a bit…” She couldn’t find the words, so she just gestured vaguely.

The blonde nodded, his curls bouncing slightly with the movement. “O-oh. I see. Um, Salome?”

She looked up at him. “Yes?”

Michael flushed as Salome’s gray eyes met his brown ones. He was well and truly infatuated with this woman. He felt himself trip over his tongue as he asked, “D-do you, I mean, do you want to get dinner sometime? W-with me, that is. I-I know we’ve only met, you know, met a couple of times, but—”

“Yes!” Salome responded quickly. She shook her head, dislodging a lock of stark white hair from where it was tucked behind her ear. Michael hadn’t noticed it before. It looked almost otherworldly. “Ah— Yes to the dinner, that is.”

Michael’s eyes lit up. “Oh! U-uh, I did mean as, um, as a date, if you’re okay with it, I mean.”

Gerard nudged Salome, who said, “Yes, yes! Yes.” She took a breath before she got stuck, repeating the word “yes” over and over. She smelled the salty sea air as they approached the docks where the Tundra lay waiting for its next departure.

Michael’s jaw dropped when he saw Salome stop at the top of the dock, and he realized that she lived on that massive cargo ship.

“Well,” Salome said softly, her voice dragging Michael back to reality. “You have my number. Text me in the morning, and we’ll set something up.”

Michael nodded, glancing from her up to the Tundra again. “Y-you won’t, um, s-set sail before we can meet?”

Salome smiled that soft half-smile of hers. “It’s my uncle’s ship. We’re not scheduled to depart for a couple more weeks. Well…” She looked between Gerard and Michael. “Goodnight. Get home safely.”

Gerard nodded and lifted a tattooed hand in farewell. “’Night, Sal. Good luck with the old man.”

Michael waved as Salome climbed aboard the ship and out of sight. “G-goodnight, Salome!”

Michael’s smile softened slightly as he thought about that petite girl with the dark hair and pretty face. She was from a wealthy family and must have been quite well-traveled; she was way out of his league, but she agreed to a date with him.

He walked with a bounce in his step as he and Gerard continued down the path away from the docks.

“I know Sal,” the goth suddenly said to Michael. “She’s into you. Like, really into you. Infatuation at first sight or something.” He stopped walking and turned to Michael, who also came to a halt. Michael watched as Gerard pulled a Zippo lighter from a pocket in his coat and begin to play with it. “I also know she’s been through some stuff. You hurt her, and…” He flicked the lighter on, and the flame illuminated his deadly serious expression and Michael’s own surprised face.

“O-oh, no, I don’t want to hurt her!” Michael said quickly.

Gerard studied Michael’s expression for a minute before extinguishing his lighter and putting it away again. “Then you and I should get on fine.”

“R-right…” Michael cleared his throat and took a half-pace back away from Gerard, who he was suddenly a little bit afraid of. They began to walk again in silence for a while before Michael tried to break the silence. “So—”

Gerard stopped in front of a bookshop. The sign above the door read “Pinhole Books.”

“This is me,” he grunted. He opened the door with a key from his belt loop. He gave a lazy wave, not looking back at Michael as he said, “’Night,” letting the door close behind him as he stepped inside.

“Oh!” Michael’s half-concocted farewell died in his throat as he suddenly found himself alone on the streets in Morden. “Good…night…?”

He blinked once before turning and heading down to his flat a few blocks away, thinking about Salome as he walked. She was so soft-spoken but so compelling: a quiet girl from old money, traveling the world on a cargo ship owned and captained by her uncle. And now, Gerard said she’d been through some stuff… Part of Michael wondered what he’d meant. What had she gone through? Was she okay?

But he knew it wasn’t his business. If it was important and Salome wanted to tell him, he’d listen, but as it was, they were really little more than strangers.

“Strangers with a date to plan,” Michael said to himself as he entered his flat and sat down on the tiny soda. He pulled out his phone and began typing up a text message to the girl with dark hair.

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>yeah... i think in pretty much any other timeline im doing that. i came pretty close to going to kamikou instead of miya for a miriyad of reasons and uh... little embarrassing but i was very opposed to speaking to any of my now-girlfriends at the time. self-isolating due to guilt or whatever the therapist said. two or three minor descicion changes and im spending all my time on vivid street.either that or id be an idol... not the biggest fan of that one, given how its fucked up shizuku mentally, but logically it makes sense. kiratani told me about how they scouted her and taught her to get rid of her resting bitch face; they tried to scout me as shizukus sister and theyd probably do something similar with me. i dunno.

ahh, i see... but if being an idol didnt flip you up the way it did to haruka and shizuku, would you try it? Do you think you would be happier if you'd went to kamikou instead? you dont have to answer these!! ooh, but i do have one question! if kamikou and miya became one big big big school with ALLLLLL your friends in it, would you attend that school?

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uh, i dunno. i think a big part of being an idol, living that idol life, is the getting fucked mentally. im also not exactly the most flowery person or whatever. id probably get written off as a tomboy or be the "guy's girl" in a otherwise all-boy unit which isnt exactly something id enjoy all too much. im pretty sure someone tried to do the same thing to momoi-san, and she flipped out and quit on the spot. but then again, i might be more okay with that than regular idol stuff, yknow? and... sakis a big fan of idols. thinking back to how i was then... kinda feels bad to admit it, but i wouldve done pretty much anything to make the three of them jealous.

im not really sure how to quantify happiness. at first? yeah, i probably wouldve been better off at kamikou. avoiding people has always been my go-to solution but in the long run im probably better off where i am. it took those three to convince me to deal with emotions in a healthy way and i stil aquise that smashing a guitar is a healthy way to deal with emotions but apparently its "violent and rage-induced" or something. and would i have a sekai if id never made up properly with them? it took meiko and len to get me to open up properly to shizuku and get us to where we are now. i thought i was fine with it but it honestly took a lot of late-night chats with luka to come to terms with the fact im gay. but on the other hand... ive seen vocaloids from a sekai belonging to vivid bad squad on here, and one that i thinks from sakis brothers theater troop. its not all that unlikely that i would end up with another sekai with a different group. theres always the chance i dont do anything to do with music and end up depressed or whatever but i really cant see that happening i think id just make depressed bass music. maybe miku doesnt like depressed music idk. this feels really wrong to say (especially given im dating the other members of my sekai) but i honestly would like to see those other timelines and sekais. is this the best timeline? is there a version of this where im replaced with someone else? is there a timeline where i went to standout properly? is this maybe the worst timeline and im scraping the bottom of the barrel? is there a timeline where imin the grand prix instead of onii-chan? theres a lot of questions to be had.

all i really know is i want to work with music. there isnt a timeline where i measure up to shizuku or dad in that regard. im pretty sure id always have a fragment sekai at least. i think meiko once said that my guilt and regret was on the verge of forming its own sekai, so thats... something. especially if i went to kamikou. that wouldve been an emotional shitshow. basically, i dont know shit.