#stoneheart fic

[miraculous-metamorphosis]

MLB SIMULACRUMS OF LUCK

Prompt by @sillysiluriforme, full list here: 🦋

��Um… Ivan? Can I ask you something personal?”

Mylené was not sure what to expect when she started with this question. It certainly shouldn’t be one that would be normal to ask on an ice cream date and yet here she was, the scent of chocolate and marshmallows from one scoop, and cookies and cream from the other striking her nose contrasting what will come next.

“O-of course, Mylené. You can ask me. The worst I can say is that I’m not ready to talk about it yet,” Ivan replied, a little bit concerned.

Mylené sighed, looking at her spoonful. “Thanks. I’m just going to warn you now, it’s… a bit weird.”

Ivan gives her a reassuring smile, “It’s ok. I’m not going to judge you for asking. I promise.”

Mylené smiled a bit before turning back to him. “Has… your body felt… weird?”

Ivan blinked, a little confused. “Like… in the… being fat way or the puberty way-“

“Nonononono not like that-“ Mylené quickly corrects, looking aside. “I’m talking about… ever since you were… metamorphosed.”

Ivan went quiet. He looked at the ice cream again, contemplating what was next to say. As each second passed, he considered whether or not to say what was on his mind. His answer came as he saw Mylené’s face falter

“I- I’m so sorry Ivan, I… know it’s a sore subject for you, we can forget I ever asked that if you want-“

“Mylené it- it’s fine. I promise.” He wrapped an arm around her. “I um… I just… I don't know how to describe it yet.”

“So you do feel it too?” She asked. Ivan nods.

“It’s mostly… in the middle of the night though. That I feel… weird!” “Middle of the night- like- like 1:00!” Mylené completed.

“Yeah, like that- if I have a hard time sleeping or something along the lines.” Ivan recalled. “It’s like I… feel it in my bones.”

Mylené nods. “It… it was really bad last night. So um, I woke up from some random dream I had. I don’t know if the dream had anything to do with it or not, at this point I wouldn’t be surprised, but there I was. But… I couldn’t sit up. I… felt… like I was still dreaming. But I knew I wasn’t, I could read the posters on my wall perfectly fine, I was aware… but I felt like I could… see more than I could before. Like there was something in… the middle of my forehead that allowed me to. Like I could just…. Blink my forehead like I can my eyes. But that’s not the worst part. I… felt like I was melting.”

Ivan stared, “Melting?”

“Yeah. Like… my muscles and skin didn’t want to be solid anymore, I felt my elbow slide off my bones, slip down the bed and drop onto the floor. It was so cold too. I knew my body was still as is because I could visually see that I was whole, but my senses were telling me some other story. Again, I thought I was dreaming, but the delusion didn’t go away for another… two hours. I had to go back to sleep thinking that I was going to slip right off my bones somehow.” Her voice trembled. “I couldn’t talk to my dad about it, he doesn’t like talking about those sorts of things… and I don’t blame him one bit for that…so I thought that if anyone would be willing to listen and understand… it would be you, teddy bear.”

Ivan gently took his arm and brought her into a side hug, allowing Mylené’s head to rest on his shoulder.

“Mylené, I…I’m so sorry…” Ivan sighed. “In a different way I… have felt like that before. Is it okay if I tell you?”

“Of course,” Mylené nods. “Please tell me.”

“Well… I think around the end of September was when this one I still think about happened. I was up later than I uh, should be, I was trying to write out the percussion score for this new song that Rose made up. Headphones on, setting up on the computer, all of that. At one point during the wee hours I felt… itchy. Like I got bitten by some mosquito or something. However when I attempted to mitigate it my skin felt like it was… rough? It didn’t look like it was rough though, I just chalked it up to just some skin irritation from my new shirt. But it was a bit more than that.”

He placed his hand up on the bridge of the nose, between his eyes. “You know this part of the skull, where it divides your eye sockets and it starts to become cartilage to become your nose? Well… suddenly I couldn’t feel it. It… started to feel like my eyeballs were.. Going to roll down such an open socket before landing at the point at the bottom of my nose.”

He took his fingers, and on each side, raised them up to trace around his eye sockets before dropping down to meet again at the bottom of his nose. “Like one big heart shape just sunk into my head. Not to mention… I felt so stiff and cold. Like my skin was going to break instead of stretch or bend. Like I was on the brink of crumbling and if I made too much of a movement, I was going to break into pieces. And I knew that was impossible because I knew what my body looked like! I could still see myself looking like I always do. I was stuck in that seat just… enduring it! Until eventually it… just went away. I saved my progress and went right to sleep afterward. So… um…yeah.”

Mylené kept her head on Ivan’s shoulder. A sigh of relief echoes her mouth - this was exactly what she was talking about. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, teddy bear…” Mylené sighed.

She and him both looked back at their ice cream, which started melting around Ivan’s free hand. Neither of them had to say it aloud to know that feeling was because this was what their scélérats looked like. Sure they never were conscious to see for themselves what they looked like as a giant slime monster and a stone giant respectively but a part of their minds still hold on to that memory nonetheless. Sure, a lot of their classmates have fallen victim to the butterfly at some point or another, but a lot of them have gotten a new costume with new superpowers in order to do Monarch’s bidding. However, unlike the members of their class who had faced it so far, their entire physical bodies had not endured the contortion that Ivan and Mylené’s had.

The two finally looked back at their melting ice cream, and decided to cease their conversation there. Yet, Ivan kept his arm around Mylené, and Mylené kept her head on Ivan’s shoulder. It’s the only thing they can do about it. Stoneheart and Horrificator will continue to haunt each of them, especially with the mastermind still terrorizing Paris.

However, they love each other enough to be there for each other through it all.

[miraculous-prompts]

Write a fic about Caprikid, Emilie as Lady Wifi and Mouse!Ondine saving themselves from an ambush by Barbara as Stoneheart

[graaythekwami]

Stonehearted AU - Myvan AU

Basically in this AU Master Fu didn't have any holders picked out when Stoneheart attacked, forcing him to don the Ladybug Miraculous himself to fight the akuma. This was a slow akuma fight because of that, leaving Paris a lot more wary of akumas than in canon.

Ladybug!Fu ends up approaching Ivan the night after he was akumatized, and decides to give him the Black Cat Miraculous and tasks him to fight akumas. Ivan goes by Razor Claw when transformed and handles the battles on his own while Fu purifies and heals the city afterwards.

I don't draw humans too much, but this is what I imagine Razor Claw to look like. His claws can retract as needed, and he tends to be very quiet, always hiding in the shadows and retreating after fights. Paris appreciates what he does, but at very intimidated by him at the same time.

Fu is a lot more involved with the heroes in this AU, and Ivan knows there's a Guardian from the start and will learn his identity much sooner. Because Stoneheart was most disastrous in this AU + Paris' critical view on those akumatized, Ivan never ended up confessing to Mylene at the start of school, but still has feelings for her.

Mylene, on the other hand, has taken noticed of the very quiet hero protecting Paris, particularly how gentle he is despite how fierce he might appear in battle. It's the little things she notices, like how Razor Claw always guides the purified butterflies away from fearful and hateful citizens.

Mylene won't become a Ladybug holder until a bit later in the AU, but Fu is consistently keeping an eye out for a good replacement for him and a partner for Razor Claw. Mylene will go by Dotty when transformed. Dotty struggles at being a hero at first, but is determined not to sit back, wanting to make a difference.

And of course a lot of cute and fluffy Myvan moments throughout it all.

[superspookyjanelle]

OC FASHION; Terra Stoneheart

❝ Where’s the glory in repeating what others have done? ❞

TAGGING: @witchofinterest @fiercefray @sweetenemyfire @eddysocs @arrthurpendragon @waterloou @villanele @bookstorebunny @roseygirl203 @valdrinors

[havanillas]

RE: Aventurine's sister. I mean, I won't lie, her actually being alive is a twist I've rolled around in my brain alot. Especially with that whole "3k or so Avgins missing" detail. But also worth considering how tragic it would be on her end: she's been missing her little brother, he might be dead (and he was blessed, wasn't he? What does it mean if he's gone too?), who she basically had to be a parent for after their mom died and he was nowhere to be found after that fight with the Katicans. Only, years later, well, this might be more spitballing on my part, but it's seems alot like the Stonehearts are varying degrees of public figures. So, say she spots a very unmistakable face on some news program. As if it wasn't enough that the men in black betrayed them that day, they took their blessed child, made him one of theirs (heartbreaking, that he's been separated and cut off from them, Kakavasha dresses and talks more like they do these days)...

you're so right, i think she'd be against the ipc too

there's so much drama potential here i need someone to write a fic about it

[aha-chuu]

I mean objectively very funny that aventio/ratiorine is dr ratio doing regular chilled things like teaching classes and having baths and like,,,, occasionally hanging out in a lab to program divergent universe. But Aventurine is travelling the galaxy as part of the high powered ten stonehearts in which he regularly risks his life and fights people.

Like Ratio is basically a normal professor guy and Aventurine is essentially a secret agent that sometimes hires ratio on as a consultant. Where is that fic?

[dazed-19]

based on @havanillas role swap au

normal ratio and gambler ratio switch places :3

probably gonna write this out when i finish up my argenthill fic

dr.kakavasha is suspicious of “Lapis” but chalks it up to him being weirder than usual

ratio actually understands what’s going on and tries to play the role of Lapis. he hypothesized that aven probably took his place in this universe but when he sees dr.kakavasha he freezes up and almost reveals himself.

when dr. kakavasha actually has a meeting with veritas (by force not choice, more contrast between the characters hahaahha) he realizes its not Lapis and threatens veritas.

“You’ve done your research, you know that this stoneheart’s real name is veritas ratio, but it seems you somehow haven’t caught wind of who he is now. I suggest you reveal yourself so you can lessen your punishment. Impersonation of a stoneheart is strictly forbidden.”

Ratio being ratio, uses his wits to convince dr.kakavasha. He understands that since Dr. Kakavasha is similar to himself, he should see his reasoning. Dr. Kakavasha is surprised at first, but after he learns of what Ratio’s universe is like he obliges and helps Ratio figure a way back home. All the while asking Ratio questions about himself as he finally has a chance to see who the Veritas Ratio he heard so much about while studying was like before he turned into Lapis. He does this to also understand Lapis better, because he wants to know what was the difference and why they became so different. He also is very surprised when veritas whips out his abalasor head because what the fuck?? when they’re alone together ratio uses it when he’s deep in thought because while this is kakavasha, he isn’t his.

aventurine immediately realizes it’s not his doctor bc while Lapis understands what’s going on, he dreads having to be veritas ratio again. so he disappears (as best as he can) as he knows his counterpart will find a way to fix this. aven being aven finds Lapis (he’s lucky ofc he’s gonna find him) and is surprised to see how different Lapis is from veritas and makes note of how much nous’ gaze really impacted the both of them. (if aven already knows that ratio never received nous’ gaze make it so that he realizes how much it matters as well. idk if aven actually knows this so that’s why we gotta research.) he also invites Lapis to stay with him bc Lapis has been staying at a run down hotel with a casino. aven invites him also because he wants to understand veritas more so if he learns more about Lapis, veritas’ opposite but still similar, he’ll be able to figure veritas out. and also because he wants to find out how to get his doctor back. Safe to say he is SHOCKED when Lapis is almost exactly like himself. He knows he shouldn’t be surprised since Lapis already explained what was going on, but he’s still surprised. While he would love to see a version of Ratio gamble and win 10 times in a row, he knows that his Doctor would hate to see his reputation ruined and to be thought of as a gambling addict so he makes sure that Lapis stops before things get even crazier. He opts to let Lapis gamble with himself to at least keep him entertained. Also while Aven originally let Lapis stay so they could find out how set things right, he is again shocked when Lapis slacks off and almost never touches a single book or article about dimensional travel.

“Lapis, I hope you know that while I enjoy winning against you when we gamble,” Aven stated. He wanted to get a start on how to get his doctor back, and Ra- Lapis, had done as much as spending two seconds reading a book. He took a breath, “That’s not why I invited you to stay with me.”

“I am aware, however I’m sure your Ratio is on his way to figure out whatever happened. He’s honestly probably working with my little doctor hah. Oh how I wish I could’ve seen Dr. Kakavasha’s face when he realized it wasn’t me.”

Aventurine froze. “Sorry, Kakavasha?” Lapis looked at him for a moment. And then laughed.

“Oh right, hah. Here you’re not called by your birth name since your a stoneheart. I keep forgetting that, sorry Aventurine.”

Also there’s probably one moment where Aven finds Lapis drunk and there’s a reference to the comic the artist made.

“Lapis stared into Aventurine’s eyes. Like he was lost in them. It seemed as though he could stare into those multicolored eyes forever.

“Lapis, my friend, its about time we head back no? I’m sure you’ll regret not drinking any water tomorrow so-“

“They’re beautiful.”

“…What?”

“Those eyes.” He pauses, taking another moment to stare before he dons a smile too wide for the face Aventurine has come to know. “Hah its just like what happened last time I drank this much.” The blonde’s eyes widen into saucers. The sharp inhale he does does nothing to calm himself down.

“Haha, is- is that so?”

“Quite. It's most likely the one constant throughout the universe. Your eyes will always be pretty, and they will always make me yearn.” Lapis whispers the end of that sentence, like if he says it any louder this moment will shatter into a million pieces, like a mirror.”

[crowcoven]

hmm do I write an angsty one shot of the lady stoneheart situation? hmmmm

[ironunderstands]

thank you random twitter user for the greatest crack ship ever holy shit

no like I’m actually insane about this

Ratio who doesn’t like Sugilite because of his methods and selfishness and attempts to avoid him (as well as the other Stonehearts besides Aventurine and Topaz) whenever the two get paired up together for missions and he has to see Sugilite in those meetings. Ratio who can admire his wit and charm but dislikes Sugilite for his personality, seeing him as a twisted version of Aventurine, one that does not care for others in for way he does.

Sugilite, who is charmed by this brilliant and headstrong doctor, and bothered by Aventurine’s capturing of Ratio’s attention, who attempts to get closer to Ratio both to spite his rival and because he wants to see what Ratio could do for him. Sugilite, who manages to finally corner the doctor and attempt to work up a conversation with him, only to be rejected immediately, which only intrigues the Stoneheart even more.

Oh what a fun game of cat and mouse it would be, and how lovely would it be to see Aventurine get JEALOUS over the attention Ratio is receiving.

Fuck it, I’m gonna write a fic about this because this is making me INSANE

[ataraxixia]

Your Poppy

sypnosis: You end up falling asleep while waiting for your lover pairings: Aventurine, Sunday, Blade A/N: Wanted to get more active so here you go. Characters may be ooc like in almost every fic that exists lol - not proofread

AVENTURINE

A finger lightly grazes your cheek with utmost care, a smile appearing on Aventurine's lips as he saw your sleeping figure on your couch. After running some errands for the IPC, he got caught up in some different matters with the Ten Stonehearts, thus extending his absence. He wanted nothing more than to get home and stay in your arms forever.

He gave you a soft kiss on the forehead and brushed some hair strands out of your face, smiling even more. You were the most perfect being in his eyes- like you were divine. He carefully placed his arms under your figure, carrying you bridal-style to your shared bedroom and letting the silk covers engulf you. However, you slowly opened your eyes and smiled back at him.

"..Welcome back.. I didn't mean to.. fall asleep." you mumbled, rubbing your eyes as you tried to sit up, but a large hand held you down. Aventurine chuckled as he shook his head, "No need to get up, dear. You slept so soundly, shouldn't have interrupted that."

You simply sighed and lied down again, feeling a shift of weight beside you as Aventurine plops down next to you. You shake your head and point to his clothes. "Change. I won't have your IPC germs on the bed." You pulled the cover over your body as your lover mocked your words before changing into his night attire, the one with the silky smooth texture you loved, mostly because it felt nice on your skin.

After he was beside you again, you were face-to-face, and he gave you a light peck on the lips. "I missed you." You chuckled as you snuggled closer to him, feeling the silk texture of his attire. "...I missed you too. Why were you away for so long?"

Aventurine only pouted as he held you closer to him, your head right beside his chest where his heart was underneath.

"Doesn't matter. All that matters is that I'm with you right now."

SUNDAY

As you shuffled in your sleep, you noticed that the position you were in was different than the one you remember falling asleep in. Instead of sitting in your lover's, Sunday's, chair, face down onto his desk, you were instead sitting on something far more familiar and warm, the desk right beside you in view. A small hum from above made you realize in exactly what position you were in.

Sunday had spotted you sleeping on his desk and knowing just how uncomfortable that chair can get, he simply picked you up, sat down instead and placed you on his lap with your head on his shoulder. Rather than holding you head with his hand so that it wouldn't nod around, he spread those fluffy wings to hold it.

Sunday may be the Halovian between the two of you, but you were far more of an angel than he in his view.

As you looked up to see where the sound came from, Sunday was fast-asleep, although you knew he could wake up if you only poked him a little. You smiled to yourself and snuggled closer to him, embracing his warmth.

"Shall we go to the bedroom or do you favor this more?" he asked suddenly and you shook your head. "...Doesn't matter where. You choose, whereever it will be.. I know it's nice if you're there."

Sunday chuckled quietly as he held you closer, humming a sweet and calming tune. "Robin's song" you think. It's been some time since you've last seen her, actually. Before you could think further, Sunday kissed you softly on the forehead, catching your attention.

"Don't worry your head so much and get some rest, love."

BLADE

Kafka was singing a lullaby while you waited for Blade- damn that smooth voice for making you fall asleep. Blade had been sent out by Elio for a mission and it had already been 3 days since he departed. Kafka's been spending some time with you, telling you that you shouldn't worry or that he'll come back soon- or rather in her words:

"You know Bladie, I doubt he's taking his time."

Kafka smiled as you fell asleep with your head on her lap, her fingers were stroking your hair and Silverwolf quickly took a picture before disappearing again. Although you were no Stellaron Hunter, the others saw you as their familiar- even Sam who you rarely saw.

Footsteps made Kafka stop and she sighed contently. "How did it go?" Blade stood in front of her with crossed arms, the same expression on his face as usual. "Mhm, never mind, tell me later on focus on them." She carefully lifted your head off her lap and placed it back on the couch. She winked to him before leaving the room.

Blade suspired before sitting down beside you. His hand rested on your hip as he leaned his chin on the other. During every second of his immortal life, Blade wishes to leave this eternal torture- the burden of his past and the Mara inside him give him no rest, but you- you seem to have an aura that surpresses his Mara-like Kafka's spirit whisper, but much more intense. Just being near you calms his body and mind, and he'll forever be grateful for it, no matter how you do it.

"You've died countless times to the point where people are used to it and have stopped asking 'Are you still hurt?', haven't they?" Blade hummed as he turned away from you. "What difference does it make?" You smiled at him before grabbing his arm softly, minding his bandages. "Immortal or Mortal, you're still a person. Everyone needs reassurance once in a while."

Blade's lips curled upward- but not exactly a smile- at this memory. He quickly unfolded a blanket and draped it over your body, letting you continue sleeping as he leaves.

[miraculous-prompts]

Write a fic about Nora and Nathalie time traveling with Zoe as Stoneheart, Pigella and Ladybug!XY inspired by the first song that comes on your playlist when you hit shuffle

[apollo-likes-writing]

LAPIS LAZULI - 2. Opulence

Character(s): Veritas Ratio/Lapis Lazuli, Jelena/Topaz

Tags: Long fic, mentions of sex (not explicit and not between Ratio and Topaz), arguments, Ratio's backstory.

Word count: 2,787 words

Summary: He missed an important meeting after a night out and Topaz is incredibly pissed at him for it. Lmao.

Author's Note: I know I said I'd post this at the weekend but executive dysfunction decided to beat my ass so y'all are getting it on Thursday instead lol.

Just want to note I am not writing explicit smut in any of this fanfiction. Read my boundaries if you'd like to know why. This was inspired by the incredible @havanillas with her roleswap!AU! Have a look!

This is off topic but, as someone who has family near Florida, I wish anyone affected by Hurricanes Helene and Milton and the Super Typhoon in Taiwan/China safety and peace.

Account Masterlist | Fic Masterlist | Prologue

10:39am - Wednesday

The sound of a phone ringing wakes him up, which is strange because he could have sworn he put it on Do Not Disturb the night previously. His arm reaches blindly for his phone on the bedside table. As he does so he smacks his knuckle against the corner of the wood and swears loudly as pain shoots up his arm. He continues his hunt regardless, the tinny jingle of his ringtone starting to bounce around his skull irritatingly. It takes him a while, but he finds his phone and grasps it tightly, bringing it in front of his face and promptly blinding himself as he turns it on. Topaz is calling. Of course she is. 

The man grumbles and sits up in his bed, squinting at his colleagues name for a few seconds before begrudgingly tapping the green button to answer it.

“Topaz! My friend! To what do I owe the pleasure?” The man begins with forced positivity, placing his forearm over his eyes and willing his phone to suddenly have a crappy connection.

“Lapis, where in Qlipoth's name are you?” Topaz’ exasperated voice rings out. “You were supposed to be at the meeting over an hour ago.”

“Oh shit, that was today?”

“Yes, Lapis. It was.” He can hear how clearly she wants to throttle him through the phone. The idea makes him suppress a laugh. “Where are you?”

Lapis eyes the other side of his bed. There, the tanned shirtless back of his chosen boy-toy of the night lays there peacefully, facing away from him in a blanket of black curls. “That doesn't matter. Fill me in on the important, definitely-not-going-to-bore-me-to-death stuff.”

Topaz sighs. “Diamond and Jade are throwing a business party on Friday and they want us to attend.”

“Sounds dull,” Lapis replies simply, grinning slightly at the snort his colleague lets escape in response. “Do I have to go?”

“Yes, Lapis Lazuli of Stratagems, you do,” she answers irritably.

“Ooh, my full title. Am I in trouble?” he teases.

“You will be if you don't show up. Meet me at HQ in thirty minutes.”

With that, Topaz hangs up and Lapis throws his phone back onto the bedside table frustratedly. He crosses his arms and rubs the bridge of his nose, feeling the makeup he forgot to take off last night on his fingertips. The sensation of a hand soothing against his thigh meets his senses and Lapis looks down at his current companion, who has now turned around to face him. He's cute, Lapis admits, which is the main reason why he decided to spend the night with him. His dark skin is littered with lovebites and his coily hair fans out below his head, now slightly messy. It was his eyes that struck Lapis when he first saw him though: a beautiful hazel with flecks of teal dotted about in them and large pupils. 

Those eyes are currently looking up at him from where he lays next to him, gently massaging his thigh in a surprising show of domesticity.

“Are you alright?” the man asks, slightly guarded.

The Stoneheart nods. “Yes, just work stuff. None of it concerns you.” He sneaks his hand onto his companion's head and plays with his hair absentmindedly.

“I don't think I'm smart enough to understand it anyway, Mr. Corporate,” he teases. “But a party? That sounds fun. Are you going?”

“I'm going to have to,” Lapis replies, sighing. “Don't get me wrong, I like parties as much as the next man, but this one is for work and I have to save face which is boring.” He tilts his head back and pushes his palms into his eyes, groaning loudly as he watches a kaleidoscope of colours burst behind his eyelids. The man beside him chuckles warmly.

“You're Lapis Lazuli. A party is no big deal to you, right? Just go there and rub shoulders with whoever you need to rub shoulders with then drink until you do it willingly.”

He has a point.

“Good idea,” he answers, taking his hands away from his face. He pulls the duvet off and swings his legs over the edge of the bed, shivering at the cold air of the surrounding room now hitting his bare skin. He sits there for a while, head lowered, as he musters the motivation to stand up. He does so after a few moments and then hunts around the room for his clothes so carelessly thrown about the night before. He's half-dressed when he turns to his company. “Unfortunately, I've got to go out and attempt to be a human being to prevent my colleague from murdering me,” he says, receiving a laugh from the other man. “You're welcome to anything in the kitchen. The door will automatically lock when you leave, so don't worry about that. Please don’t steal anything — it causes a great deal of hassle that I wish to not be caught up in.”

“Wow, it’s like I’m in a hotel,” he giggles.

“Yeah, well room service isn’t included. Sorry.”

He’s followed out of the room by a hearty laugh. He heads to his bathroom and goes about his morning routine, brushing his teeth and his hair before rooting through his makeup bag to wipe off the old and do his skin care before renewing it. He nearly pokes his eye out with his eyeliner in the process and groans as he smudges the red under his eyes. He finishes soon afterwards and pointedly ignores the hickeys on his own chest and neck (his colleagues have seen worse anyway). He leaves and nabs a banana from the fruit bowl on the counter on his way out of the building, shoving it in his pocket.

It’s raining when he gets outside, raindrops splashing on cement and dirtying the bottom of his trousers. He sighs irritably and rings up his chauffeur to collect him. He draws upon his Imaginary energy and creates a black umbrella for himself as he waits impatiently in the rain, eyeing the sky every now and again when thunder rumbles nearby. 

To his chauffeur’s credit, a slick limousine pulls up only two minutes later. He enters smoothly and wrings out his umbrella before he closes the door behind him. He takes a seat at the back of the car, not bothering to put his seatbelt on.

”Good morning, Sir. Where will you be headed?” his chauffeur asks on the other side of the window that separates driver from passenger.

”Morning, Connors,” Lapis replies, running a hand through damp hair to neaten it. He debates in his mind whether he should piss off Topaz even more or actually do as she asks. He decides on the former. “Take me to that coffee shop on 4th Avenue,” he asks. Connors nods his head and puts his foot on the accelerator, pushing the car forwards.

Lapis watches the buildings of Pier Point fly by as they drive past. Tall skyscrapers touch sturdy bubbles that float above them that act as buildings in their own right. Billboards and screens advertise various IPC products that Lapis knows definitely do more harm than good but are still being sold regardless. Neon signs point to bars and restaurants with the aim of drawing the eye but only succeed in forcing the viewer to look away to prevent themselves from losing their eyesight. It is meticulously blinding and doesn’t do any favours with the slight hangover the Stoneheart is nursing. 

Connors turns a corner and travels on a road away from the cacophony of light and sound, slowing to a stop outside an easy-on-the-eyes building. He states, “We’re here, Sir,” and Lapis gives a non-commital grunt of affirmation before reaching for his umbrella and leaving.

”Stay here, Connors. I’ll be five minutes,” he directs before shutting the door and heading inside.

The coffee shop is a homely one. Mismatched chairs are tucked under old wooden tables and there is, oddly, a wide variety of clocks dotted around the walls. Cool browns and soft whites meet Lapis’ eyes as he scans the cozy place. A kind-looking woman stands behind the counter, blending a coffee mixture and pouring it into a cup. Once done, she turns and hands it to the patron on the opposite side of the cash register.

“That will be £5.50. Scan or swipe when you’re ready,” she says, her smile evident in her tone of voice despite the obscene price of her drinks. The customer mutters their thanks and turns away, giving a wide berth to Lapis as if he was poisonous to the touch (with his reputation, he probably was). Lapis pays them no mind and strolls up to the counter with the manner of a man much more care-free than he actually is. Once the barista looks up, her wide smile turns into a grin. “Lapis Lazuli, my loyal friend! Nice to see you again.” The way the woman looks him up and down as if he were something tasty does not go unnoticed by the executive, but he ignores it.

“Morning, Oti,” he responds, matching the smile of the woman opposing him.

“The usual?” Oti asks, already reaching under the counter for a cup.

“The very same,” Lapis replies easily. While his order is being made (a large salted caramel frappé with coffee and cream. Fancy and expensive – just like him), the feeling of dozens of eyes digging into the back of his neck reach his senses. This is not an abnormal occurance. Lapis Lazuli is a top dog around these parts; there will be several people who work under his chain of command in this cafe alone. There's a kind of power trip that occurs whenever he thinks on it. Money talks, as the saying goes.

A plastic cup (not biodegradable? Naughty boy-) filled with a delicious-looking iced frappé, whipped cream placed perfectly on top in a swirl that pokes out the hole in the semi-circular lid, is placed on the counter. A paper straw is poked inside it and is then pushed towards him. Lapis looks at it for a moment and smiles.

“Looks as delicious as ever, Oti,” he comments, picking it up and taking a sip. “Mmm, and tastes it too.”

“I'm glad you like it,” Oti replies, smiling. “That'll be £6.60.” Lapis digs in his pocket and fishes out his phone, tapping the top of it against the pin machine without paying any mind to the price.

“Brilliant. Thankyou, Sir. Come back soon!” the barista calls as the bell to the door rings out when Lapis leaves.

11:25am - Wednesday

IPC headquarters is as busy as it always is. Busy-body staff briskly walk past him with respectful (and scared) nods of acknowledgement as Lapis strolls through the main entrance. Soldiers and guards stand to attention and salute him. which he ignores in favour of heading to the secretary’s desk. There is a line that stands between him and the workers, but they all shift out of the way with terrified looks on their faces at a simple clearing of his throat. Lapis shoots them all a superficial smile and steps forward, reaching the desk and leaning on it comfortably.

“Good morning,” he begins, winking at the woman behind the desk. She looks up and startles at the sight of him, her face turning an ugly shade of red.

“Ah! Lapis Lazuli, Sir! What can I do for you, Sir?”

“Nothing much,” he replies with vague condescension. He takes an obnoxious sip of his coffee before continuing. “A little birdy told me that P45- Topaz is looking for me. Where is she?”

With trembling fingers, the woman taps on the keyboard and looks something up on her computer. “Sh- She's on the 57th floor, Sir. Room Six.” Lapis gives a hum of affirmation and leaves, slinking back through the queue and heading for the elevator.

When he finds Topaz, she looks like she's ready to strangle him.

“Does your watch work?” she asks as soon as he opens the door.

“Mmm, yes. It works perfectly fine, thankyou for asking. Why do you ask?” Lapis answers after another long sip of his coffee, finding great joy in the anger of his colleague.

“Okay, next question.” She strides up to him and plants herself a few inches away from him. She's a foot shorter than Lapis and has to look up at him, the irate look on her face reminding him of an angry bird. He decides not to point that out. “Do you know how to tell the time? Because I could have sworn I told you to meet me fifteen minutes ago.” She has the audacity to take the coffee out of his hand and slam it on the table beside them. He shoots her a small glare before fishing into his pocket and pulling out the banana he retrieved earlier, peeling it with a controlled slowness that would annoy anyone (including him if he wasn't the one doing it) and taking a large bite.

“Topaz, I have a PhD in mathematics. I can assure you that I know how to tell the time,” he says, mouth full.

“Then why, in Qlipoth's name, are you only here now?”

“Because I find great enjoyment in pissing you off. Was that not obvious?” he replies, gesturing between the two of them with banana in hand. Topaz opens and closes her mouth several times, finding the choice words she needs to get this over with as quickly as possible.

“The party is at 8pm on Friday. Black tie, so wear something decent for once. Opal is breathing down my neck to get you, Sugilite, and Obsidian on board and, surprisingly, Obsidian has been the most agreeable. Unlike you and Sugilite, she was actually there at the meeting this morning. I now see why you weren't in attendance.” She gives him a once over, gesturing to the lovebites on his chest and neck. 

“Y’know, I do actually have a social life, Topaz,” Lapis states. “You should try it some time.”

“I'm not saying you shouldn't have, uh- hobbies, Lapis. What I'm saying is that your job should come before them, or did you forget that?”

Lapis shrugs. “I'm here now, right?”

“That's not the point. You have duty here as one of the Stonehearts. Not a duty to your favourite casinos and clubs.”

“Let a man live a little, alright? I spent half my life in academic squalor seeking the attention of an Aeon that clearly wanted nothing to do with me. My life's work was made entirely useless. I might as well have received the attention of the Nihility if the Preservation didn't snap me up first.”

“Oh boo hoo, cry me a river,” Topaz snaps. “At least you have people here who give half a rat's ass about you.”

“That's becoming ever more debatable by the day,” Lapis seethes, demeanour now serious.

“Well too bad. You're here now. The only way you're getting out of this place is in a wooden box.”

“I can say the same for you, Topaz. How deep has Jade's manipulation really gone? I can't tell what's you and what's her anymore.”

“You don't know anything about me. You've been a Stoneheart for - what - a year? 10 months?” Topaz jabs a finger into his collarbone. Lapis doesn't move an inch.

“I don't need to know you. Your denial of it is proof enough.” Lapis smiles again, this time less cheery and more angry. The movement of his lips more a grimace than anything else. Topaz steps away from him, glaring daggers into his very soul. If Lapis wasn't, you know, Lapis, he would have wilted on the spot at such a murderous stare. She turns and stalks to the tall window of the room; a dreary view that shows the cityscape of Pier Point through the gloomy rain. 

“At the party,” she begins, facing away from him. “At least try to present yourself as a decent human being, alright?”

Lapis gives her a long, hard look, watching her through the reflection of the window. “You and I both know that's not possible for either of us. We've got too much blood on our hands.” He snatches his coffee from the table and heads for the door. His hand rests on the handle before he turns back to face the woman, who is still facing away from him. “Oh, and Topaz?”

She twists around and looks at him this time, watching him with a weary look that makes her look decades older than what she is. 

“What?”

“This could've been an email.”

He ducks out of the door before a stapler is launched at him from across the room.

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Reblogs appreciated! <3

[graaythekwami]

Here's Mylene with the Ladybug Miraculous; also known as Dotty. She's going to be part of my Stonehearted AU, a new story idea that I have too many ideas for and not enough time to write.

Dotty struggles with being a hero at first, but does want to make a difference. She's always afraid of hurting the akuma butterfly when its time to purify them, so she never throws the yoyo at it, but instead has Razor Claw (Black Cat!Ivan) bring them to her.

[superspookyjanelle]

OC RELATIONSHIP; Terra Stoneheart & Delloso De La Rue

Terra: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?

Rue: Aww-

Terra: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

TAGGING: @witchofinterest @fiercefray @sweetenemyfire @eddysocs @arrthurpendragon @waterloou @villanele @bookstorebunny @roseygirl203 @valdrinors

[esthercore]

Aventurine is the million dollar man

His arms were wrapped around your waist, his hand clutching your shirt, face buried on your head, inhaling the scent of your shampoo, to help his nerves calm down.

An Aventurine alone would've acted fearless and nonchalant, but with you he's a poor scared boy, who's afraid to loose life just after he found his salvation in the darkness, you.

Hugging you tighter as the other stonehearts play with his fate, one by one weighing down the weight balance, as you felt tears trickle down his cheeks, as he whispered his, "i love you's" and "sorry's".

The poor boy, hated loving you so much, knowing you will soon saw him, what he truly is, a disappointment, a curse, a slave. He hated how much loved you so much, how desperate he was to keep you happy. Hated much you loved him.

First meeting you at a work party, he can see how enamoued you were with him since you first meet, something he really already used to, but he sisn't expect the feeling to be mutual, as his eyes traced you figure fom distance as you talked to omeone else, failing to focus on anything he made his way to you, giving you his hand like a gentleman, asking for a danca.

And you accepted, spending the night in each other's arm, sealing the deal with a kiss at midnight. Yes, you two started really fast, but it wasn't hard to fall for him, charming, pretty, sweet, just so perfect.

Yes, he might have the strange habit of being distant in the start, and the suddenly getting to clingy, or the way he shake in his sleep, unless you hold him, but you soon learned to ignore it, he probably has stuff from his past, and it's not to place to know till he talk about it himself.

Plus, life with him is a dream, Aventurine is a dream, beautiful and terrifying dream, the man so tainted but strong, dangerous but tender, so flawed yet so perfect. So sweet yet so cold.

And Aventurine treasures you equally, his sweet darling who accepted him no matter what, always ready to comfort him, his pretty flower who loved him so much, finally giving him a reason to keep living. Before he met you, he had everything, money, fame,

His work is dangerous, for both of you, mentally distressing and anxiety inducing, the assassination attempts, his fragile mental health, and the pain that always lies behind his pretty eye and the hot n cold game he played with you, all too suffocating. Yet you dare not complain, he was too precious, and you loved him too much, that every tiring aspect of your relationship felt worth it, despite how how much it ruined you too.

If it mean to see him happy, you let him drag you in the deep abyss of his heart, drowning with him in the sea of anguish, if it meant to be the How you wish to help him ease the pain away, to kiss his worries away, and as the stone felt opposing his life, you chest pained, realizing you might just never be able to see his eyes sparkle, to late to live a happy ever after.

Aventurine knees fell weak unable to stay up as Opal picked his choice, causing your to start crying in relief too, as you held him close, heart palpating so fast that you start seeing black spots. But behind the darkest abyss, what lies must me the brightest light right?

Your million dollar man gets to live another day but for how long...

I didn't liked this fic one bit, so it was rotting in my drafts for a month now...

[akutasoda]

"letters to the one i loved"

love comes silently, creeping up on you

if you dont catch it, it slips away as quick as it arrived

leaving regret and longing in it's wake

dear yingxing,

if only today, you were the one i loved but you didn't love me then

╰➜ "i found my heart, i found your heart, and it's still beating" -- you two were denser than rocks, is what dan feng thought. and now looking back on all those years you realise just what could've been, but it's too late now... (wc : 2.4k)

dear aventurine,

must you always hide behind a facade, it hurts more than just yourself

╰➜ “the longer you wait, the closer you get to suffocating” -- love wasn't necessary to be a stoneheart, and so he buried it deep beneath facade's. so far below that he couldn't recognise the signs of love even when they were staring right at him. (wc : 1.8k)

dear veritas,

your intelligence holds no bounds, but you couldn't spare a thought for me

╰➜ "i think i was born wanting more, i think i was born missing you" -- he always brushed you off, pushing you further and further to keep you out of the way. yet when he sees you with someone else, he lets the bitter jealousy get the best of him - and for the first time, he thinks with his heart, not his brain. but it's too late. (wc : 1.6k)

dear dan heng,

if you'd look past winter memories, spring would welcome you easier

╰➜ "it's always the wrong thing when it's me saying it" -- dan heng was one of your best friends, although maybe it should've stayed that way between the two of you. you weren't destined to be anything more than but knowing that would drive you both further apart than ever imagined. (wc : 1.6k)

tbh this was only meant to be a yingxing fic but these other guys have been rotting in my brain so they can suffer too ^^ (i also want an excuse to write multiple fics ans i loved the premise for yingixing's!) shouts to @/tragedy-of-commons for dan hengs note thing-

taglist - @little-miss-chaoss, @frankiesteinn, @https-sourlimes <3 + open to anyone else just ask ^^