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norieoncrack · 25 days

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this time i want you, you, you, like its magnetic

word count: 10k || Happy April Fools :3

summary: PLEASE let me rizz you up

The end does not come when you are seventeen and getting betrothed to a random man your parents have picked out as your husband.

The end comes when you meet him, tilting your head at a mauve-haired lilac-eyed nobleman, the son of a count who flaked out in his academy days despite his standing as first of your shared department. He is equal parts a mystery and a man that you find intriguing. The world starts and stops whenever he comes and goes, magic at his fingertips with a flick of his wrist, magic circles engraved onto his bare skin without complaint as you tap the ink through his skin.

The two of you are less friends and more... acquaintances— you suppose.

"Mother, was there a reason behind the choice of him? I believe you preferred to pick a man who had a bright future and graduated." You stress graduated as O'Connor feigns a gasp.

"I was top of my class!"

"Not at graduation." You shoot him down.

Your mother clicks her tongue at you, shushing you as she continues. "Despite his status as drop out, he is next in line to become an archmage."

You raise a brow, and O'Connor snaps his fingers, a gust of wind blowing in your face but missing your mother. That asshole!

You gape.

"Mother!"

"Perhaps be less rude to your fiancé next time."

She leaves the two of you to have tea, and you grimace when he offers you a cup of tea.

"Chivalry has been dead between the two of us since our school days. There is no point in doing such." You yawn, reaching behind yourself to loosen the outer skirt and petticoat, much more comfortable in the pants underneath. "Why did you agree?"

"I lost a bet, so like." He pauses. puffing air into his right cheek. "Give me once chance to earn your approval?"

You don't have a choice, but you are curious to see what he will do.

"One chance."

You watch as O'Connor drops to his knees in front of you, fingers clasped together as he opens his mouth. He looks pretty like this— thick lashes and pleading eyes, fingers clasped together as he closes his eyes and prays, You think he's dazzling. You understand why so many young ladies at the academy were vying for his attention now. Surely if you had been weak to a pretty face, you would have chosen him as well. Though, it is too bad that he is not. Well, at least he's—

You are NOT prepared for what was next.

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"I GOT IT." You yell, one hand over his mouth and the other on his shoulder as he stops, mouth open as he stares up at you.

You have literally never met a man more desperate. You aren't even sure if your father was this down bad when he was begging your mother for her hand in marriage. Is this something that perhaps runs in the family? Maybe you are destined to be hit on and asked for your hand in marriage with so much begging that you could be mistaken as the dom. You are not domming him in bed. You are not that desperate. You are not that much of... oh whatever.

"Why even me?!"

"There's no one else in this god-forsaken world that will tattoo my skin until I am no longer skin colored." He doesn't even BOTHER with lying.

"Okay, if we're getting married, you're not getting any more tattoos in visible places." You deadpan.

"What if you can control the temperature of my skin with it."

"I'M NOT DOING TEMPERATURE PLAY WITH YOUR MAGIC CIRCLES???"

"Okay, way to have your head in the gutter."

"What else is it even supposed to be for?"

"Magic transferring." He gets up, hands caging you in on the sofa, hand resting on the plush of your waist, eyes digging into yours as he continues. "I'm going to do temperature play on you."

You scream.

Sitting up in your bed in a pool of sweat, your heart races in your chest, eyes wide, ringing in your ears as you stare at your empty bed. Oh. Good. You're not—

"Good morning, babe!"

You scream.

This time, you stand in the middle of a crowd, goosebumps along your skin as you look around, exhaling when you notice that O'Connor isn't there.

"Love? Are you alright? I brought the cotton candy."

You yell in frustration this time, somehow traveling to White City. Oh. Surely it isn't with O'Connor.

"What's wrong?"

You scream at the sight of a younger O'Connor, eye twitching as you find yourself in a new universe.

"Stop running." O'Connor grabs you in the original one again, staring you down as he hisses for you to stop breaking the space-time continuum again. While he specializes as a jack of all trades, your weaponry lies in literally fleeing into a different universe when there is danger. Your body can not be hurt when the consciousness is away. You hate that O'Connor at least understands how to put you back into your body.

"THAT ONE WAS WARRANTED."

"Apologies for scaring you."

You shake under him as he continues to cage you in.

"Can you stop caging me in? I'm not enjoying this drama vibe right now."

He lets go, taking two steps back as he collapses onto the couch with a thud, earning a concerned widening of your eyes.

"Your honor! It seems a— ah." Your maid blinks at the sight of O'Connor knocked out on the couch.

"Move him to a guest room. Mother would burn me at the stake if she found out I was leaving him alone when he was passed out." You take the chance to catch one more glance at his face, lashes thick and skin soft as you catch yourself staring at him for an uncomfortable amount of time. Well, at least your mother picked a man with a face card. Perhaps you will be fine. Though. You want to go home.

"Yes."

"And, be sure to take good care of him."

You're going back to Saint Shelter tomorrow. You are NOT living in a timeline where O'Connor rizzes you up by getting on his knees and screaming please over and over again. As handsome as he is, you have a university to attend that is NOT this one. You miss a world that is at least somewhat normal.

Yet, as you open your eyes the next day, you find that you are still here.

Well shit.

#no wonder it’s 10k #PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE #PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

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norieoncrack · 26 days

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𝘼𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙨 (N): the warmth of the sun

Chapter 1: Garden of Poison, child of death.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: ???

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: LBC x Discord LBC members

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞: Off

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: Series

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: ???

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: What was left after a night of pleasure? Think of tomorrow as another chapter.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: Violence, mentions of sex, drugs, murder, kidnapping, gore.

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪! 𝙇𝙞𝙨𝙩: Lobster, Yoon, Nami, Arinarin, Sefora, Luna, Kaiyo, Void, Harmonia, Lizvel.

*more under cut

Chimes of the bells under moonlit sky, sounds of laughter decorate the halls of the old building, a night of dreams or a night of nightmares? Sweetly hidden under hushed whispers of the festive lights, the end of an origin shall begin.

Whether what happens under the moonlight was a spur of the moment or an act of truth, it will all fade when morning comes and cover the memories of the previous night.

“My Lady…” the older woman in front of the younger pause for a moment, cloudy eyes waiting for what she could possibly say at the moment “there are at least a dozen assassins in the vicinity, I don’t think we should stay here for long.”

Laya Yvette Valentiones

Secretary of the Inase

Hydrangea

Letting out a deep sigh the woman simply nods her head, however she continues moving forward, there was much to accomplish in this dreamy night… Laya trailed behind the older woman with her hand on her weapon, she can’t allow herself to drop her guard at any moment now.

Dimly lit oil lamps, revolting laughter and hushed whispers from the rooms that they pass, why the older woman even chose to visit these types of places was not a choice but a demand.

“My lady, you finally came,” wooden doors slide aside allowing her to enter yet shut immediately as soon as she entered “I believe we have much to discuss about.”

Palustris

Aka Prefect Luminary

Secretary of the Tsubaki family

Narrowing her eyes she gave him a disgusted look, she had suspected to be an enemy, but to meet one from the Tsubaki family like this “I don’t believe I have anything to discuss with a long time enemy.”

“Now don’t be silly,” twirling the glass of wine in front of him before setting it down and looking her straight in the eye “I believe you have something that belongs to the Tsubaki family.”

“And I believe you’ve killed my business partner,” she pointed at the headless corpse in the corner of the room “I have nothing which belongs to your family.”

An atmosphere thick enough to be cut by a knife, that smile which always creeped her out never seeming to fade, what was he planning? Leaving his seat she saw the glint of a blade on his hip, how troublesome…

On the outside of the room, it became… too quiet, a bit too suspiciously quiet, where was all the noise and laughter? The chattering of people from before? It was as if the world had been paused, and Laya had been isolated from what was happening surrounding her, confined in the dark and gloomy hallway.

Footsteps… the quick paced steps towards where she was, did whoever lured her lady do this? To pressure her lady into submission by threatening her? A lowly trick truly but it’s not like she couldn’t deal with it.

“You’ve messed with the wrong sort of people…” she mumbled, staring at the group of people who had just arrived, armed in weapons, signaling to each other to deal with her.

Closing her eyes for a minute before opening them again, a friend in arms had arrived to assist her in battle, as the assassins made their first move she blocked their attacks and swung her dagger at them, her lady wouldn’t mind a bit of blood being spilled as the price of safety, right?

“Laya stop getting distracted for Pete’s sake!!” snapped out of her worries and thoughts her mind returns to the scene in front of her, right, she was still fighting.

“Right, 3 o’clock, Xuxa!” steel clashed against each other, blood stained on the clothes of her comrade in arm.

Xuxa Sawada

Assassin of the Inase

Hydrangea

Faced with annoyance from her clothes being stained with blood, Xuxa huffed in anger before pulling a standard glock and the first shots were heard. Inside of the room, Palustris frowns hearing the fired shots and immediately looks at the woman drinking tea as if she wasn’t even in danger. On the other hand, the woman was mentally scolding herself and her subordinates for using a gun and creating such a scene.

“It seems your subordinates are having fun,” she wished she could savor that frowning expression a bit longer, but oh well “When are you planning to return the thing that belongs to the Tsubaki family?”

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to be more specific, Palustris.” smiling in an innocent way she threw the cup of tea she was drinking at him, which he dodge gracefully much to her dismay “One man’s trash is another’s treasure, if the Tsubaki had lost it and the Inase has found it you really shouldn’t pursue it.”

“Well then, looks like you don’t want to clear these resentments anytime soon” for someone who was born in a time of peace yet grew up ensuing chaos, Palustirs truly was a hypocrite to think he can just “clear up resentment” after what the Tsubaki family did.

“Don’t act like you didn't start this war,” cold metal on her neck and the handle in his hand, this wasn't the first time they had done this “It will only end when one of the two has paid their price.”

A burst from the door revealed Laya and Xuxa having wounds and cuts on their clothes, seeing her being momentarily distracted. Palustris tried to press the blade deeper into her neck but had only managed to draw a small amount of blood before she stabbed him with a second knife.

“In blood…” he winced in pain at being caught off guard. He didn’t expect the woman to carry a weapon of her own, he has to note that down.

He wasn't going to die from a wound like that, but he was going to get distracted by it and that was all she needed to move away from him. As soon as he got distracted she immediately ran away to her attendants waiting outside, noticing their spacing out faces, she snapped her fingers in front of their dazed faces waking them from their daydream.

“Where’s the clean up team? Don’t tell me you both forgot to call them.” but just as she finished her words there were a few people who showed up.

“Apologies~, My lady.” pink hair and an oddly cheerful attitude, he might not look like someone who would work for a place like this but who’s going to say otherwise?

William

Clean up team

Lilacs

“Stop fooling around,” William winces as his partner hits his back, reminding him to respect the person in front of them. “We’ll start immediately, just leave the work to us, My lady.”

Kaiyo Azuma

Clean up team

Delphinium

Kaiyo and William went into the room where the injured Palustris once was, however there only remained a dagger with blood, seeing that the woman and her attendants left, paying no more attention and left the Clean up to do their job. It looks like… the war is only going to get more and more brutal.

With each step they took the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, the woman turned around and gave a stern look at Xuxa and Laya, the two could only awkwardly avoid her gaze and continue walking. Men and women alike, they were all assassins… under the guise of a blissful night.

‘It wasn’t supposed to end in a bloodbath.’ the woman silently thought to herself, but what could be done at this point? There was no use beating herself up for not being able to save one of her people, she had hundreds of others she had to protect under her wing, it seems she can’t afford to play it safe anymore.

‘I went… too far.’ Laya awkwardly stared at the dead fish eyes of the dead assassins by her feet, the woman in front of her definitely was not pleased. She didn’t mean to just kill everyone since she was supposed to capture some back for interrogation, it was a requirement to bring back people who work for enemy or suspicious groups.

‘Tch, this stain…’ Xuxa hissed at the blood stain parts of her clothes, she knew that her job involved a lot of spilling but really hates it when it stains her clothes like this, she’ll have to meet with Latilfolious for something to remove the stains with.

Latifolius (or Modern Alkaid)

Head of the Inase’s Apothecary

Lilac

Leaving the building as though a mass homicide didn’t happen, the group entered a nearby carriage back to their home, the Inase. A place on the outside seemed like any other brothel or tea houses in the red light district, it really didn’t help that the Inase was indeed famous for its courtesans.

However beneath the flowery visage and honey-like dreams, it was also the home to the lost and found, the grapevine of information, and the bane of one's existence. To call it a ”house” would be wrong as the Inase itself was more or less its own red light district, it had its own rules and its own hierarchy, break those rules and the order of the Inase and you might find a fate worse than death.

“To the Nightless Wing please.” A woman in black spoke to the coachmen, the group looked at the stranger who turned out to be one of them.

“You gave us a jumpscare.” The gray haired woman only laughed in return, greeting the group.

“Any new kamuros?” the woman asked looking in the eye of the recruiter sitting opposite to her, the gray haired woman seemingly zoning out at the scene outside of the window snapped out of her day dreaming.

“The batch for this recruitment is… quite disappointing” she complained to the woman who seemingly nods, all seeds are the same upon first look, perhaps its sapling stage can help determine its quality.

Nephila Lonaris Alwyn

Recruiter/Assassin of the Inase

Hydrangea

“My lady, don’t you think we should stop buying new children?” Nephila asked the woman, there wasn’t a strain on the funds for the Inase with the amount of children being sold into the red light district, however there was no space to house them, the woman only laughed in return.

“Worried about their living space now, are we?” After sitting in silence for a while, the woman gave her final verdict on the matter. “The surrounding businesses…”

“Excuse me?” The woman stared outside and let out a long sigh, maybe it was the fact she saw herself in those children that was why she bought them in the first place.

“The business owners have been wanting to hire employees yet no one was willing to work for them because of their affiliation with us,” a way to tackle the situation “Send the ones unwilling to work as kamuros for the courtesans, I’m sure we have plenty judging by the number of run away children.”

Whilst in the middle of planning on how to deal with the Onna’s impulsive buying records and the tears of the financial recorders who planned a rebellion by sulking in their work corners, a figure from a far stares in contempt. Slowly blending in the crowd and approaching the busy streets, they pushed a child in front of the horse carriage making it nearly hit the child.

Xuxa who was momentarily distracted by her thoughts snapped out of it the moment she heard of the commotion happening outside, it was chaos, but luckily enough the child was not injured being saved by a man with navy hair. It seems wherever they go there’s always something dangerous lurking around the corner to try and bring them down.

“Thank you, thank you so much!” A mother held her shaken up child thanking the man profusely before taking her child away.

“Back from your mission already?” He didn’t reply, but just by looking at him the others knew the mission wasn’t the reason why he was here.

Solanum (Eden Clarence)

Spy of the Inase

Lilac

“…” he seemed to be looking for something, his eyes darted around in the crowded streets, after a while he spotted a blond boy amongst the crowd “Did you manage to catch the perpetrator?”

Vincent Ainsley

Spy of the Inase

Lilac

“They were too fast..” Vincent mumbled as he walked towards the carriage and slips in a dirty letter “However I did manage to pick this up from that person, my lady.”

From within the carriage the woman frowned at the waste of time and harshly took the letter, signaling to the coachman to go on, they will capture the perpetrator later for now they have to return to the ‘Nightless Wing’.

Curiously Laya and Nephila stared at the letter, they were curious to see what was inside however it didn’t seem like the appropriate time to ask seeing as the woman had started to grow tired the longer she stayed in the carriage.

The trip back to their final destination had no more problems nor incidents to be dealt with, however, what they did not expect was for the skies to burn a bright red, the air hot and harsh and sounds of shouting and screaming.

Fire, from unknown sources, has started to spread and burn down the restaurant that they were supposed to arrive at. How did this happen not even once cross their mind as they had no choice but to focus on putting out the flames.

“My lady!!” Someone shouted in a panic catching the woman’s attention, as she turned to look at a small fish tank that had somehow landed in her hands, knocking her to the grounds.

Jumping from his aquatic tank up and down shaking the water, the older woman furiously yanks the creature from the waters and gives him a stern look.

Lobster Tail

Accountant of the Inase

Lilac

Under her stern look the Lobster settled down, the woman dropped the animal back into his tank before deciding to give orders to the surrounding people.

“The people in the building?” Putting the fish tank down near the injured patients, the woman started to run towards the burning building.

“Most of everyone got out, the cook’s daughter is still inside.” The shouting grew as more and more gathered to stop the fire, Xuxa and Laya went to assist the people in carrying the injured.

“We got her out!” As soon as the young child was brought out, she was immediately reunited with her parents, but there was no time to care for them as all attention went back to the blazing building.

“Laya, are there any dead?” Things seem to be in control for now as everyone who was originally in the building has left it, the fire still burning as strong as ever.

“None, although many have suffered injuries.” Laya sighed as she picked up Lobster who somehow had escaped his tank.

“Call for the apothecaries immediately!”

Sitting in a makeshift tent the woman looked at the letter from earlier, the fire had started to die with the sudden rain. This was definitely no coincidence… someone had caused it.

But there was a problem, there was no evidence since everything was burnt away, anyone who was in the building was recuperating due to heavy injuries, no eye witness, no left over evidence… nothing.

There hasn’t been a hate crime like this one for a very long time, and such an orchestrated one as well… maybe it wasn’t a crime and just a bunch of coincidences lined up like one.

Head heavy from the incident, the woman opened the letter… it’s words written in blood.

“An eye for an eye

Your words which lead me to my bitter end

Burn away I shall

Along with the world you built under the moonlit sky”

Staring at the letter her mind began to dig up old memories, seemingly remembering that hand writing, the way they used blood instead of ink, and who they were, alive after so much time, were they… the same person who burnt the ’Nightless wing’ down?

From the corner of her eye a girl of her age appeared, one of her courtesan’s future successors, kamuro, walked in with a neatly wrapped and covered in red, however this doesn’t seem to be from her courtesan sister.

Lumina Andersen

Kamuro

Delphinium

“My lady, someone from the fire incident was found missing,” an innocent outsider to the war of the underground business, however it seems many shall be affected just because they were involved with the Inase, like the kamuro who knew nothing in front of her “this was found in the burnt down building as well”

“So who disappeared?” Hovering the letter above the flame and burning away the threat to her people, even if it did nothing she couldn’t care less at this point.

“We haven’t identified who was missing yet, my lady” her attention turned to the box sitting in front of her, the only thing that survived while almost everything burned down.

Maybe she should have sent the kamuro away, maybe she shouldn’t have been so hasty to open Pandora’s box, but the head in front of her now seems to remind her that there might be more than one party involved in this fiasco.

Hollowed out eyes was a signature style of the Haruki family, the Inase though had many enemies also made alliances with others as well, the Haruki family was one of them… she’s confused, so many suspects yet no evidence, the head of the headless corpse from before in front of her, taunting her like a puzzle.

“I supposed I visited at the right time,” aquamarine eyes with an unreadable face, the two turned towards the intruder who smiled meeting their gaze “It seems you’ll be needing our assistance soon?”

“ Unfortunately yes…” she had hoped never to work with or at least meet him again, the infamous blond devil of the officers.

Abrus

Aka the Consul

Head Detective

“I’m curious to see how you will handle this situation,” another letter given but dyed in the red color of blood, how eerie…

Reverie/Norie

Onna kachō

???

Second chapter preview!

“You’re so undeserving of being so close to her,” ???’s blade dragged across the boy’s skin, it burns… the heat searing scars and wounds into his flesh “Why you and not me?”

“Why do others get to see that gentle side but never me?” the knife plunged into his abdomen making him scream out in pain, but ??? only buried it deeper… as though ??? wanted him dead.

#Lbc #for all time #clarence #alkaid #♡|fics by author #originally characters

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norieoncrack · 26 days

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this time i want you, you, you, like its magnetic

word count: 10k || Happy April Fools :3

summary: PLEASE let me rizz you up

The end does not come when you are seventeen and getting betrothed to a random man your parents have picked out as your husband.

The two of you are less friends and more... acquaintances— you suppose.

"Mother, was there a reason behind the choice of him? I believe you preferred to pick a man who had a bright future and graduated." You stress graduated as O'Connor feigns a gasp.

"I was top of my class!"

"Not at graduation." You shoot him down.

Your mother clicks her tongue at you, shushing you as she continues. "Despite his status as drop out, he is next in line to become an archmage."

You raise a brow, and O'Connor snaps his fingers, a gust of wind blowing in your face but missing your mother. That asshole!

You gape.

"Mother!"

"Perhaps be less rude to your fiancé next time."

She leaves the two of you to have tea, and you grimace when he offers you a cup of tea.

"I lost a bet, so like." He pauses. puffing air into his right cheek. "Give me once chance to earn your approval?"

You don't have a choice, but you are curious to see what he will do.

"One chance."

You are NOT prepared for what was next.

"I GOT IT." You yell, one hand over his mouth and the other on his shoulder as he stops, mouth open as he stares up at you.

"Why even me?!"

"There's no one else in this god-forsaken world that will tattoo my skin until I am no longer skin colored." He doesn't even BOTHER with lying.

"Okay, if we're getting married, you're not getting any more tattoos in visible places." You deadpan.

"What if you can control the temperature of my skin with it."

"I'M NOT DOING TEMPERATURE PLAY WITH YOUR MAGIC CIRCLES???"

"Okay, way to have your head in the gutter."

"What else is it even supposed to be for?"

"Magic transferring." He gets up, hands caging you in on the sofa, hand resting on the plush of your waist, eyes digging into yours as he continues. "I'm going to do temperature play on you."

You scream.

Sitting up in your bed in a pool of sweat, your heart races in your chest, eyes wide, ringing in your ears as you stare at your empty bed. Oh. Good. You're not—

"Good morning, babe!"

You scream.

This time, you stand in the middle of a crowd, goosebumps along your skin as you look around, exhaling when you notice that O'Connor isn't there.

"Love? Are you alright? I brought the cotton candy."

You yell in frustration this time, somehow traveling to White City. Oh. Surely it isn't with O'Connor.

"What's wrong?"

You scream at the sight of a younger O'Connor, eye twitching as you find yourself in a new universe.

"THAT ONE WAS WARRANTED."

"Apologies for scaring you."

You shake under him as he continues to cage you in.

"Can you stop caging me in? I'm not enjoying this drama vibe right now."

He lets go, taking two steps back as he collapses onto the couch with a thud, earning a concerned widening of your eyes.