#platonic noise x youngblood

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Prove It

Summary: Noise could just learn to fight again using the side of his body that has visibility.  But that's too easy.

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For the first couple weeks, Noise gets their ass handed to them a lot.  Their side is often bruised, or their back, or in worst-case scenarios, their face.

So he practices more.  That’s the only option, obviously.  He will not allow himself to have a handicap.  Not one he can’t overcome, at least.  He will not give the Bard King the satisfaction.

So he practices, and practices, and practices.  He improves his skills, and balance, he learns how to hold his head so he can see as much as possible, and when he can’t, he learns how to judge where things will be based on what he hears.

It takes several months, but eventually, Noise is better at fighting on their blind side than they are on their good side.  And something in their chest finally relaxes at the thought.  It’s like saying, “See?  I can do it.  You didn’t hurt me that badly, and if you did, I beat it.”

In fact, there are times it seems to be an advantage, because people tend to underestimate him when they see him holding a sword on the same side he has an eyepatch.  He can kick their ass and surprise them while doing it, which is better than just kicking their asses in the first place.  It should be obvious to everyone that he’s perfectly capable, he’s just proved it.

For some reason, though, they can’t get rid of the annoying voice in the back of their head that keeps demanding they do more.  That they have further to go.  It sounds suspiciously like the voices that hiss in their ear as they pass them in the hallway “you didn't earn that chair.”

There’s another voice, too, one that instead of demanding more, demands he rest.  That one sounds suspiciously like Youngblood, probably because Youngblood was the one that would always tell him to rest.

He’d have ridiculous amounts of work as first chair too, but he’d still make time to show up in Noise’s doorway, scoop them up from their desk, and carry them over to their bed.

“You’re going to burn yourself out,” he’d say, giving them a look.  “Or hurt yourself.  And then you can tell me who’s gonna take care of your ass while you recover, cause it’s not gonna be me.”

It was always him.

But Noise can’t afford to slow down now.  He can’t take one more person saying that he didn’t earn that chair.  If no one can see how hard and how long he’s worked for this (without even getting it at first, for that matter), then he has to force them to see it.  He just has to prove to everyone else what he already knows, that he’s more capable of this than Youngblood ever was.  It doesn’t matter how exhausted he is.  Lack of sleep comes with the job description.  It’s not like he’s finding it easy to sleep lately anyway.  Tonight he’s been trying and failing for the past hour.

Noise rolls over in bed and wraps their tail around their burned arm.

See, Youngblood?  You didn’t hurt me that badly.  I’m fine.  Even the Bard King deciding to partially blind me can’t stop me from landing back on my feet.  I’m fine, I’m thriving.  You’re going to regret leaving once you see how amazing I’m doing without you.

Noise turns and buries his head in his pillow.

You are going to regret leaving, right?

[oreoskys]

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR LITTLE IDEAS BESTIE

= Kro (a bozo that PLAUGED MY DREAM and is now an ohsee) influencing Danté to music make u lose control, or pretty much tormenting any of the NRC students in their dreams, essentially being like 'aren't you tired of being nice, don't you wanna go apesh!t' (the song is basically about the personification of death telling a prince to overthrow his father. good soup)

= LEONEELA ANGST. LOTS OF IT. These hoes are BITTER. this one would have lots of flashing from past to present with flashing lights, but also a ballroom setting weirdly enough. Catch them dancing with scowls on their faces and tension you could cut with a kNIFE. What losers.

I ALSO get Cater vibes, like, big ones. Mainly as a sort of allegory for being addicted to outside validation and the struggle between that. It'd be more angsty but still with up-beat visuals during the chorus.

= Jack and Sadie* (platonic) angst!! They grew up together before Sadie's curse became too dangerous to let her play in the open.

Once Sadie escaped from where she was supposed to be waiting out the full moon, probably about when they were both thirteen-ish? Because of this, Sadie, in a transformed state began running around town. Jack had woken up due to the noise and essentially had to whack her over the head with a pan to get her to stop.

*Sadie Kinsley, twisted from Beast

= VIL ANGST VIL ANGST!! NO LITTLE GERMAN BOY DON'T OVERBLOT NOOOOO

= Aurem x Brisa content. It'd be just a bit gothic and have scenes abt Brisa's reanimation but it would ALSO Aurem and Brisa just being so wholesome and fluffy would be sprinkled in >:)

= Has the possibility of Aurem x Brisa content, BUT... Also Sadie / Vil content... we all know Vil's a monsterlover (projecting) and Sadie's literally. HOT if I could date them I WOULD. THEY HAVE MAGIC TATTOOS and I love the elegant x grungy trope. I am cringe but I am free. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My music taste is strange to say the least I AM AWARE... and that concludes the end of my more refined thoughts. Unfortunately I don't think I'll ever sit down and do these justice BUT. Having the ideas just. Out there is good enough :) Remember that you asked for this. you invited the idea vampire into your home. and now I will force myself to finish up schoolwork :(

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Denied Reconciliation

Summary: Youngblood is reunited with someone he knows at a casino in Fantabulous Neon.

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Roman has never seen a place quite like Fantabulous Neon.  The electricity stuff is amazing, and there’s so much fine dining and so many things to see, and to top it all off, they won a boatload of money at a casino!  Roman is prepared to spend the rest of the night celebrating the victory with Youngblood, but just as he’s about to suggest they go play a million other games and definitely increase this money they’ve earned, he hears a voice from the other side of the room.

Roman and Youngblood both turn to see a figure approaching from the steps.  The light glaring off all around them makes it a little hard to make out the figure at first, but finally, the figure walks over towards them and stops in front of the two of them.

“Ah, shit,” Youngblood mutters.

“Youngblood, who’s this?” Roman asks.

“I thought I recognized you, Youngblood,” the person says before Youngblood can answer.  “Do you really think you can just abandon your post and get no consequences for it?”

“Look,” Youngblood says.  “I understand it probably messed some things up—”

“Messed some things up?” the figure says, raising an eyebrow.

“Flow,” Youngblood says, sounding a little like he was appealing to this person.  “We’ve never had any issues before, right?  You can just forget you saw me and Roman, can’t you?”

The figure, Flow apparently, does not seem amused.  “No, Youngblood, I can’t do that,” she says.  “You have to know there are orders out to look for you.”

“Orders?  Youngblood, what’s she talking about?” Roman asks.

“And you have a friend named Roman?  Are you just asking to get arrested?”

“I didn’t say we were friends—”

“What’s wrong with my name?”

“You’re going to have to come with me,” Flow says, and snaps her fingers.

Suddenly, two guards are approaching them from behind Flow, and Roman backs up into Youngblood.

“Uh, Youngblood?”

“It’s okay, there’s only two of them, we can take them,” Youngblood says.

But then Flow suddenly pulls out a baton and twirls it in the air, so fast it almost seems to become a hoop, and before Roman can ask Youngblood if this is some kind of standard bard weapon, a much smaller figure runs down the ramp Flow came originally from and jumps through the hoop.  Then a second later, standing right behind the two approaching guards is a massive dog, growling and baring her teeth.

“…Okay maybe we should do what they say for a little bit,” Youngblood says.

The guards are on them in the next second, and since Youngblood doesn’t fight, Roman doesn’t either, though he’s still not very comfortable with all this.

They’re led back through the casino with their arms behind their back, and Roman looks at Youngblood, still a little astounded he gave up so easily.  But then a second later, Youngblood looks at Roman meaningfully.

Roman blinks.

Youngblood raises an eyebrow and mouths “Three,” and Roman gets the picture.  He nods.

Youngblood looks ahead of them towards the door of the casino, then back at Roman and mouths “Two.”

Just as they’re about to be led through the doors, he yells, “One!”

Roman crouches down, and uses his arm and back muscles to flip the guard over him and onto the ground.

“Ha!” Roman calls happily.  “Looks like farm work is good for something after all!  I’m never doubting my Daddy again!”

“That’s great Roman, but right now we have to go,” Youngblood says from where he’s dispersed of his own guard.

Roman glances over his shoulder and sees the dog and Flow quickly approaching.  “Oh, right, yes!”

Youngblood grabs his hand and pulls them out of the casino.  They make it a couple steps before the massive dog leaps overhead, and lands across from them, Flow on its back.

“Good girl, Cymbal,” she says, patting the dog’s head before turning back to Roman and Youngblood.  “Now you two are coming with me.”

“Oh, bring it on,” Youngblood says, dropping into a fighting stance.

“Yeah, let’s go!” Roman calls, bringing up his fists.

Flow just sighs, however, seeming exhausted with the situation.  “Honestly, Youngblood, haven’t you caused enough damage?  You can’t just run off like that and expect to not cause some problems for yourself.  That’s not even mentioning the problems you’ve caused for others.”

“What others?” Youngblood snaps, glaring at Flow.

But to Roman’s surprise, and Youngblood’s too it seems, Flow stops.  “You… you don’t know?”

Youngblood’s eyes narrow further in suspicion.  “Know what?”

Flow crosses her arms, seeming, suddenly, almost sympathetic.  “Youngblood,” she says.  “Noise was appointed to first chair after you left.”

“Good for them,” Youngblood snaps.  “Why should I care?  I didn’t even want the chair.  I thought that was pretty clear when I left.”

Flow narrows her eyes.  “Youngblood, he’s dead.”

Youngblood doesn’t move.  “That’s not funny, Flow.”

“I’m not joking.  They were appointed to first chair, but the Bard King never particularly liked them very much.  Noise didn’t last very long.  They tried to leave to find you, and the Bard King didn’t like that.”

Roman gives Flow a confused look.  “Are you trying to say someone died over a chair?” he asks.  “That’s ridiculous.”  He turns to look at Youngblood.  “Youngblood, that’s ridiculous, right?”

But Youngblood looks like he’s going to be sick.

“Youngblood?”

Flow snaps her fingers, and suddenly two sets of guards grab Youngblood’s hands, and two sets of guards grab Roman’s, and when Roman immediately tries to throw them both off, one of them spreads his feet out so he can’t get enough movement.

“Put them out back,” Flow says, turning back to Cymbal and patting her on the head.  “I’ll take them back to the college when I’m done here.”

“Hey, let go of me,” Roman snaps.  He tries fighting against the guards again, but he doesn’t make nearly as much progress as before.

“Youngblood, a little help here?” he calls, but when he looks over at Youngblood, he just finds him staring down at the ground and walking where the guard moves him without any argument.

“Youngblood?” Roman asks, seriously concerned now.

He doesn’t get a chance to ask, however, before they’re both taken towards a large carriage of sorts, and the back doors are thrown open.  Before Roman can protest, they’re shoved inside, and the doors are slammed shut and locked behind them.

Roman tries banging on the door a couple times, to no success.  Finally, he huffs, and turns around to look for Youngblood.

He finds his friend sitting against the back wall, head buried in his knees.

“Youngblood?” Roman asks, crawling forward in concern.  “Youngblood, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Youngblood says, but it’s muffled by his legs and also clearly a lie.

Roman turns to sit next to him.  “Who’s Noise?”

“No one,” Youngblood says, pulling his head up just long enough to glare at Roman, looking serious enough to mean it.  “Just—” he buries his head in his knees again.  “Just leave me alone, Roman.”

Roman sits there for a minute, at a loss.  He hears movement from outside, and scoots over so he’s sitting more in front of Youngblood.  Whatever’s going on, his friend seems to need him right now, and Roman’s not going to abandon him.  He’ll figure the rest out later.