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sta7gold.

     Nothing extraordinary had led Edward to this train of thought. In fact, a quite common and trodden path had sent him to it; while he laid in bed, sleepless, his mind had wandered. It drifted from flecks of his past, to smears in the future, before finally settling on Al. 

     Al had always talked about the great big family he’d have. He’d go on and on about his future spouse and their children, fawning over things like the first day of his child’s kindergarten class. His eyes had sparkled while he spoke. 

     Edward felt guilty, because Al’s dreams had been snatched from him. And then he grew angry, because why should he get to live and have a future, when Al died?

     He quickly shoved that thought under the rug.

     “Ohoho,” said the wizard while wearing a wicked grin, “I better get started then, huh?” Once he was sitting, he snapped his fingers. A ball of string appeared in a poof of smoke and fire. And then– wait.

     Smoke and fire?

     “That’s new,” Edward muttered. 

     Note to self, he then thought, Check the fire alarms. Oh, and after that… make sure I’m not a candle ready to blow up a box of TNT.

     Kousei did not take kindly to Edward moving, and he made it known. He grumbled quietly in protest, and sat up, just to snuggle himself up to the wizard’s back. 

     Rubbing at his eyes, Kousei yawned. “Yeesh, can’t it wait until morning, at least? You have plenty of time.” Like, years. The pianist still wasn’t all that tired, but that didn’t lessen his clinginess in the slightest bit. In fact, it only seemed to make it worse. So, his arms found their way around Edward’s waist again, and he rested his head between the wizard’s shoulder blades.

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sta7gold.

     There were very few things that were bad about having a boyfriend. And even those few things could be ignored, leaving nothing but positives. “Don’t they have some kinda pill for it?” Edward asked, but he didn’t really care about the answer, because he was too wrapped up in Kousei. 

     And then, at three o’clock in the morning, Edward had a revelation. 

     “I think rings are pretty stupid,” he began. “I mean, what are they good for? Nothing but looking good and wasting money. Right?” The wizard grew quiet. But then, while he stared at some place far away, he said, “I’d make you one, though. If you wanted it.”

     If Kousei had been even slightly more surprised, he probably would’ve screamed, out loud. Whether or not there was a pill for insomnia completely slipped his mind, in favor of dying a little on the inside. He offered a little half-murmur-half-whimper in response, and his arm around Edward’s waist tightened involuntarily.

     After a minute or two, Kousei piped up again, his face very much bright red and still buried in Edward’s neck. “...I mean, yeah...rings are pretty dumb in a way, but...” He trailed off. His mind was reeling; what was Ed’s going on about rings about, anyway? 

     “...I mean. I guess I wouldn’t mind...”

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Do you want me to become a tomb raider? Is that want you want? A cow tomb raider.

@sta7gold talkin about “milking a dead cow”.

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sta7gold.

     Edward had resigned himself to wakefulness some time ago. His phantom arm–the one that was blown to bits by a monster–seemed to have come to life. It hurt. In fact, it was so achey, so terrible, so persistent that it made sleep impossible. Edward flipped it off. Then, he stared at the ceiling and drowned himself in the sound of rain and a ticking clock.

     “You up?” he said in a hushed sort of way. And then, the wizard abandoned the ambient noise and focused himself entirely on Kousei. 

     “Heh. I guess insomnia runs in the family, huh?”

     With his forehead pressed against Edward’s back, Kousei could hear—and feel—him breathing. It set him at peace; the threat of his nightmares seemed to be put on the top shelf for the moment, out of reach. 

     Kousei hummed affirmatively, his arm gently curling around Edward’s waist to pull himself closer. And then, after nuzzling his face into the crook of the wizard’s neck, he mumbled, “Hmm, yeah. I guess it does.” 

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@sta7gold

    The clock on the wall struck 1 AM, and, quietly, rain started to tap on the roof. In turn, Kousei huffed, getting annoyed at his inability to sleep, and scooted forward, just enough to press his forehead gently against Edward’s back.

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@butteryapple

     “Alto, no!” Kousei’s shout echoed down the street as he tried to grab the offending pink Wooper. However, he didn’t have much luck in doing so, and Alto simply wobbled down the sidewalk, seemingly without a care in the world. Before long, though, Alto stumbled a bit on a rock, and fell flat on his face, just in front of Hilbert’s shoes. Due to his lack of arms, the Wooper could do nothing but lie there and squirm.

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mnikaela.

     This wasn’t rocket science. Mikaela could tell that Kousei’s scars weren’t from fights–they were too deliberate, too precise. And because of his reaction, the vampire didn’t think they were self-inflicted, either.

     “I’m definitely not letting you go,” he said. But then, his face softened, and his grip loosened, and he asked in a way that made it seem like he was much older than he really was, “Do you want to know a secret?” Finally, Mikaela let go of Kousei’s wrist. And then he pulled up his sleeve, revealing a set of his own scars. 

     The vampire’s expression was unreadable. “I lied,” he said. “I’m not fine. But you’re not, either. So… just this once, why don’t we help each other out? I think that’d be the smart thing to do.”

     Kousei shuddered and took a step back once his wrist was freed. He felt small, and he felt weak. He felt vulnerable. His arms crossed over his chest, effectively hugging himself, and his gaze lowered to his shoes. 

     This was not something he wanted to discuss. Not with someone he loved, nor with someone he didn’t even know. He didn’t want to think, much less talk about it. It was in the past; his mother was gone, had been for years. What point was there in cutting his scars open again, in making him remember? Kousei saw none.

     However, Mikaela was having none of it, clearly. Kousei’s gaze lifted, and, as it grazed over the vampire’s scarred skin, it darted away again. He wanted to help him, because who better than Kousei to help with something like this, but...if he had to let Mikaela help him, as well, then...

          ...was it really worth it?

     Kousei thought for a moment. Then, he sighed, keeping his eyes glued to his shoes.

          “...O-Okay.”

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mnikaela.

    This world was cruel and it cared not for the people who lived in it. So why should this boy, who Mikaela didn’t even know? It seemed fake, like some kind of ploy to use him somehow, for something.

    With a snarl on his face, the vampire turned around. “What I am and how I feel shouldn’t matter to you,” he said. “Besides, I don’t need another debt to repay. So… you can save your ‘help’ for someone else.”

    Mikaela grabbed Kousei’s hand, and then tore it away from him. But before he could drop it like the hot cake it was, the boy’s sleeve fell down and he noticed something.

    “Who did this?” he asked, his voice deathly quiet. He was gripping Kousei’s wrist quite tightly now, while he stared at the scars that laced his flesh. “Come on, answer me.”

     Kousei would’ve been fine with leaving right as Mikaela turned his offer down. If Mikaela didn’t want him to help, and wanted to be left alone, then Kousei would let him be so. But, he was not lucky enough to get away quickly.

     Mikaela took his wrist. Kousei’s chest tightened, and he flinched as he looked at his newly exposed skin. 

     No. No. No. No. No.

     Urgently, Kousei tugged his arm, attempting to free it from Mikaela’s grip. With his free arm, he reached over, and pulled on his sleeve, trying to hide the pale, scarred skin. His gaze fervently avoided Mikaela’s, and his hands balled into fists.

     “N-N-Nobody. B-B-Besi-i-ides, t-that...d-d-d-doesn’t matter. S-S-Sorry, l-l-let me just...go, a-and I-I-I’ll l-leave you alone...” 

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mnikaela.

     “That’s not my problem. Goodbye.”

    “H-Hey, no, wait!” Kousei scurried after Mikaela and grabbed his sleeve, not wanting to take his shaking hand for fear of scaring him. “S-Sorry. I’ll leave you alone after this, if you want, but I want to...help you...if I can!” You looked so sad, up on that roof, and I... “I mean, I know you said you were fine, but...!”

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mnikaela.

     “What? Did you not hear me the first time? I said, I’m fine.”

     “I didn’t believe you the first time, and I don’t believe you now.” 

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”Shit Lucas Says” sentence starters:

“i will come to florida and break your legs”

“damn’it”

"flops rapidly"

"im zoomin"

"UR OK"

":~)"

"my gay knows no bounds"

"when did mika learn how to drive, who taught him, i need answers"

"trash"

"i am gay gay gay"

"breathes erratically"

"think of it like a indian drama: overexaggerate everything"

"huff huff"

"same. still wish she was an amputee tho"

"When I.. Was BOrn….Devil saiD… “Ohh… ShiT..!!.. CompeTiTion..”"

"i believe in u"

"he doesn't want that weak ass shit"

"gay boy"

"@that no"

"dies. dies more. whatre u up to"

"bug"

"rubs my face against the carpet"

"thinks about the picture. you know, the one that makes you want to hit me"

"ominous piano music"

"shouts for days"

"naked party"

"how far away is target"

"look @ this fly boy"

"im dad inside"

"MMMMMMM"

"pumpkin. spice. latte."

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sta7gold.

     Edward had never liked the cold. It made his bones creak in a way that reminded him of an old man. And it rubbed his throat raw, too. But that wasn’t the worst of it–in fact, those things might as well be a child’s plaything compared to the real monster: his runny nose.

     Magic dripped in a steady stream from his nose. The wizard wiped at it furiously, but no matter how many times he did, the gold streak remained. “This stinks,” he grumbled. Though, admittedly, it stunk a whole lot less when Kousei crept closer.

     Edward wrapped his arms around the pianist’s waist and pulled him closer, sniffing all the while. 

    Kousei found himself smiling through his shivers as Edward pulled him closer. Things had gone as planned, and gay boy Kousei was happy about it. Once he’d settled himself down comfortably at Edward’s side, his sweater-laden arms came up and wrapped around the wizard’s middle, taking the blankets with them.

     “...Are you trying to catch a cold over here, or something?”

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sta7gold

     It was particularly cold that day. And the windows had never been particularly well insulated. And the available blankets weren’t particularly thick, either. And so, when Kousei found himself shivering under five blankets, he made a decision. And quietly, he executed it; he scooted closer to Edward on the couch, blankets in tow, and curled up against his side, resting his head on the wizard’s shoulder without a word.

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sta7gold.

     Bile filled Edward’s throat. His hands shook fiercely, and his stomach churned even fiercer. He felt like he was going to be sick. But he didn’t have time for that–he had to defeat the monster. He had to protect the city. And, most importantly, he had to save Kousei.

     The wizard forced his feet to move forward, one step at a time, until finally, he was running. The monster in his gut blinked its bleary eyes open and peered out at the street from within its cage. Hm? What’s this? the monster asked, a sneer evident in its voice. Another enemy for you to fight? Ha! Let’s hope you lose this time, shall we, Edward~?

     The horror at the end of the street stared intently at Edward while it spoke. Edward shuddered while he ran and, behind the net of strings, his monster tilted its head to the side. It had noticed something, something eerily familiar about the lilt to the beast’s left head…

     Yellow magic burned in Edward’s eyes. One by one, the strings that kept his monster at bay snapped. Until there were none left. And it was no longer Edward who had control of his monster, feet, or mouth. 

     Spit flew from the monster’s mouth. “What do you think you’re doing,” it snarled, “with him?!”

     But something was not right with its words. They did not sound as they should; they were not low and gravelly like the monster’s voice normally was. Instead, they rumbled in tune with Edward’s own voice. Almost like they had spoken at the same time.

     Power pulsed out from Edward’s core, enveloping his body in a golden, shimmering light. His monster, which was seething with rage, directed an attack of raw, wild energy right at its enemy’s chest.

     “LET GO OF HIM!”

     Matching devious smirks appeared on the Kousei Chimera™’s faces. “Oh~?” it said, with a teasing lilt to its voice. “Have I pinched a nerve? Do these puny wizards know each other?” 

     It started to move toward Edward, ready to school him with its new-found power, but was stopped in its tracks by the jolt of magic that came slamming into its chest. 

     Not only did it hurt the monster, it hurt Kousei too. Although it worked in his favor somewhat, in that it kept him awake, it also burned. Excruciatingly so. The combined force of their pain sent the fusion monster into a frenzy, and suddenly, it had slammed one of its huge wings down impulsively on top of Edward.

     “I won’t! He is mine now! You cannot take him from me; his power, every little drop of it, is mine, mine, mine!”

     Raw anger burned brightly behind the monster’s eyes. It was going to take over this world, and Kousei was crucial to that. It would not let any puny wizard take him away.

     Inside of the fusion monster, however, Kousei was fighting to get out again, his will to escape returning wholeheartedly. And it was working, if only somewhat.

     Suddenly, for maybe a second, the voice of the monster changed. It sounded much more like Kousei’s.

     “Hey, idiot! Run! Run, now, while you can!” 

     Both faces scrunched up with internal struggle, and then the monster spoke again, voice back to normal. “No! You stupid, puny wizard! Both of you, stupid, puny, useless wizards! I’ll kill you both!”

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sta7gold.

     Edward gasped and shot upright. His fingers clutched his shirtfront, his skin dripped with a cold sweat, and his eyes flicked back and forth, searching for something he couldn’t yet see. “Kousei?” he croaked, but the pianist was nowhere in sight.

     The clock on the wall chimed four PM and, by four o’one, Edward was racing out the door. In his chest, his soul burned. It said, Something’s wrong. But Edward knew that that was an understatement, and so he ran as fast as he could down the stairs, through the lobby, and out onto the street.

     What he saw once his feet hit the pavement was not at all what he was expecting.

     A two-headed monster roared its way down the road, with its back facing him. However, that did not mean he couldn’t see its faces; the both of them were swerving continuously, like an owl’s head roved on its neck. And one of the faces mirrored Kousei’s, in a grotesque, disfigured kind of way.

     The wizard stared at the monster. He did not breathe. He barely moved.

     “Wh-What the heck…? What’s going on?!”

     Another deafening scream filled the air. The searing pain had not yet ceased, and, in fact, it seemed to only get worse by the second. Kousei’s soul reached out; it reached for Edward. But the monster with whom he was sharing his body clamped down on it before it could do anything, earning the world another shriek of pain.

     A magic presence appeared. The monster turned, to face Edward, and it sneered with both faces, not just the one. 

     “Well, well, well,” it said aloud, its voice sounding quite a bit more like Kousei’s than it had previously, “what do we have here? An itty-bitty wizard for me to squish under my itty-bitty heel? Shouldn’t be too hard!” 

     Kousei’s consciousness was fading fast. Soon, the monster would have full control, of both the body, and all of Kousei’s magic power. Panic overcame him. He had to do something; Ed was in danger, and Kousei was technically a part of that danger. 

     But, taking control seemed almost as impossible as rescuing someone on the moon to him now.

     He was tired...so very tired...

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Get to know me meme; [3/5] sad moments 

⇨“I love you. I love you. I love you. I’m sorry we couldn’t eat all those canelés. I’m sorry I hit you so much. I’m sorry I was so selfish. I’m so, so, so, so sorry.” (swknu)

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sta7gold.

     Kousei found himself teetering on the edge between consciousness and unconsciousness. The monster, holding Kousei tightly in its claws, sneered wickedly, green spit dribbling from between its yellowed teeth and down its chin. “Give in, puny wizard,” it spat. “You and I, we will become so powerful together! Just fuse with me...” Its claws tightened further around the pianist’s body. He had no choice; it was fuse, or death.

     And death was not an option.

     He did not have the strength to fight any longer. The monster’s sneer turned to a satisfied grin as a searing pain in Kousei’s chest made him scream in agony, black spots appearing in his vision and threatening to swallow him whole. 

     His body and the monster’s were melding in a blob of white light. Their souls were coming together, mixing, fusing. In a matter of moments, they were no longer two separate entities; the monster and Kousei were one and the same. And the monster was dominating. Kousei was in too much pain to even try.

     The horrifying monstrosity that was their body let out a deafening screech. “Haha! Yes! The right decision! We’ll take over this world, you and I!”