#marionetta kamille

[devsdeve]

Kamille and Rainah 💛💚

[luliadraws]

Finally caught up to Marionetta

[justminawrites]

it was only her (first) invitation

AO3

Summary: A little one-shot exploring the aftermath of Tonny's invitation to the bonfire Party.

The circus was a strange place for Julia Lazarett.

Painful in its unfamiliarity, every unexpected sound, every unwelcome color scraping at her already withering moral compass, paper cuts bleeding her of everything she’d once known. Everything she’d once been.

Julia mouthed the word into the mirror slowly so she wouldn’t have to say it out loud: alive. She’d once been alive. The girl in the reflection stared back at her in bemusement, brown hair hastily braided, loosely at the roots and far too tight at the ends as though the braider had tried to correct their mistake halfway through.

Light bounced off the glass, into her eyes and for a second a shadow loomed over her. The same heavy breathing, writhing, glowing mass that had found her in the attic; the smell of rotting fruit as it sighed into her mouth. The same eyes that chased her out of her dreams, silently reminding her how she’d signed her life away; reminding her the hourglass hadn’t yet stopped spilling, grains of borrowed time gradually trickling to the bottom.

Julia tugged the tresses free and tried to weave them into submission again. One year left; that’s why she’d agreed to attend the party. At least, that’s what she’d admit out loud anyway. It definitely didn’t have anything to do with the way she’d been serenaded into accepting the invitation.

“I’ve left you to deal with this madness by yourself.. I’m sorry..”

Tonny had sounded so sincere in his apology that Julia was sure she’d agreed only so he wouldn’t see how close she was to dissolving into tears. He’d been the only one to acknowledge her death, her loss, her mourning, while everyone else was quite content to sweep all this dying business under the rug when they’d welcomed her into the circus.

Julia’s hand slipped and the riotous curls tumbled around her shoulders. But it wasn’t just that, was it?

“I want to be there for all of you..”

How long had it been since someone had tried to take care of her? Shame overran her cheeks and washed down her neck, watercolor against her pallid nightgown; and she feebly bunched up her hair in an effort to hide it from the girl in the mirror.

Julia had always been good at taking care of herself, she didn’t see the need for any of that to change even after her mother disappeared. Her father had been content to accept her silent steadfastness, relied on it even during the months following the absence, as the warmth seeped out of the house just as steadily as the loneliness seeped in.

She hadn’t even noticed the switch until she’d met Kamille.

A quarter of a year had passed and her father had been away on one of his military trips, and nine-year-old Julia had convinced herself she could sew a loose button on one of her mother’s old dresses.

The house had remained eerily quiet all day, holding its breath as she bought the shiny new buttons, spare silk she threaded through the needle, and inevitably pricked her index finger with the sharp silver point.

A tiny red droplet blossomed onto the cuff of the ivory gown, blooming peony, and it was as though the room had momentarily become submerged under water. Isolation rushed through the open windows and Julia found she couldn’t hold her breath fast enough to keep the waves at bay.

Her heart spasmed with panic and she became aware of a sudden, painful tightness in her chest that seemed to have been there all along, waiting for her to notice. Her empty hands had begun to shake and the dress slipped onto the wooden floors; she couldn’t remember where she’d put the needle and half-heartedly wondered if she’d swallowed it.

The waves of seclusion threatened to overwhelm her, her father was gone and Julia was alone. Alone, alone, alone. She was all alone in this world, and she was drowning in an empty house and she was drowning and drowning, and nobody would find her because she was–

“Ow!”

The waves retreated momentarily as a voice drifted through the open windows. Her neighbour’s daughter had somehow wandered into the rosebushes, and was peering into her room with the doe-like confusion of someone who’d never lived in a flooding house.

Julia had managed to get Kamille untangled from the thorns and Kamille had offered to sew on her button. The two had been inseparable ever since; and the waves had stayed away.

But lately, Julia had begun to feel them steadily lapping at her feet, in sync with the rocking of the cart-ship-vehicular-monstrosity carrying the entire circus. Cold seeping through her socks as she crawled into bed, goose-pimples on flesh, she could feel them watching, lying in wait to take her to her mother. Even Dotty had remarked on the chill in her fingers before she’d quickly snatched them back.

Julia could always feel the water. Until she couldn’t.

“I can’t let you stay alone in this room every night... I’d like you to come to the bonfire party..”

It retreated under her bed when Tonny knocked, and sulked like a child as he fidgeted by the doorframe, unwilling to rob her of modesty. It stayed away the rest of the night too, long after he’d gone, and for once Julia’s bed had been blissfully warm.

Julia put on the fuzzy pink-and-yellow vest Plip had lent her and fastened the buttons, trying to ignore the rosy hue of the girl in the mirror. It must be the vest; pink had never been colour.

She couldn’t put a finger on what had tugged at her heartstrings (as Dotty would call it), the sincerity of the apology or how nervous Tonny was giving it.

Perhaps it was the way he sensed how Julia’s fate hadn’t been her choice, maybe even related to it a little, and was bent upon allowing her as much say as he could.

Perhaps it was even something as simple as shouldering her happiness, making it his responsibility. Offering a hand to help her up; and how she couldn’t remember the last time someone had done that for her unprompted.

“I want to be there for all of you..”

“–for all of you..”

for you.

Kamille had always needed taking care of; her naiveté had led her into more trouble than Julia had been able to get them out of, but Kamille was gentle in a way Julia had never been.

Gentle, trusting, kind.. too kind. Kind enough to be swindled by a Three– by someone like Sahed!

Julia shook her head in disbelief. That’s right, she’d never be Kamille. She’d always be Killjoy Lazarett (as her classmates kindly pointed out), but for a moment she imagined taking his words at face value.

She wondered how he’d react to the contract she signed, chicken scratch on golden paper; pondered how to bring up the conditions of her release. The girl in the mirror mouthed the words because she couldn’t. “–to kill you.”

Julia felt her chest stir as she recalled the softness in his dark, dark eyes; gentle with understanding. But would he truly understand, she wondered, if she’d said she had no choice? Would he understand what it felt like to be so wary, so afraid to take a breath for fear of it just being water? 

Would he understand if she told him the needle might still be in her throat?

I have to kill you.

Tonny hadn’t tried to scold her into submission; he hadn’t growled or grumbled or berated her for her purposefully shutting herself out from everyone else (even if some of her prejudices were warranted). He’d made her feel safe, feel wanted; even Kamille acted like she hadn't wanted Julia around lately.

Out of everyone in the circus, it had to be Anthonn Gremminger, the one person she was predestined to end. Though Julia occasionally wondered whether he had the capacity for unkindness, what with the way he let himself get pushed around by everyone- even children.

I have to kill you.

The girl in the mirror looked back at her sadly, hair undone and for the first time, Julia was struck by how much she felt like a puppet. Slick golden threads descending from above to wrap around her knees, her wrists, her neck; steadily guiding her knife to the ringmaster’s throat.

No– telling him was a stupid idea.

Julia pinched the blush out of her cheeks; who knew what these crazy circus people would do to her when they found out why she was actually here? They’d probably lock her up in the basement and perform some voodoo-magic nonsense on her until she lost all her memories and Kamille.

No, there was only one way out of this. Julia would just have to do something about it herself.

She gave herself a long, hard look in the mirror: This circus was the enemy; Tonny was the enemy; but she wasn’t about to kill him.

There must be some other way to get rid of the contract, some way to break the seal. She was sure Sahed was hiding something from her - she’d need a way to break into his room later.

Yes, there was only one way.

Julia half-heartedly smiled at her reflection and tried to ignore the ominous swooshing of water in the distance.

‘It's the wind,’ she told herself as she left to attend the bonfire party, ‘A storm must be brewing.’

Right, just the wind.

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A/N: So I was in a deep deep writing slump but then I happened to catch up with the most recent episodes of Marionetta on Webtoon and it just {DID SOMETHING} to me man. The way Míriam does the expressions?????? *chefs kiss*

[yeonggisbitch]

she’s the prettiest for real

[sparemoon]

just wanted to give a shoutout to this wonderful webtoon which i miss very much now that it's in hiatus: marionetta. love the art, love the characters, love the vibe. cannot wait for season 2!!

[cisusnar]

Let's go lesbians let's gooo

[oxylli]

Fanart i made a while back when i was feeling a bit silly,,,,,,I believe in Hello kitty headphones Tonny and Sahed with a headband supermacy🙏

[lovelymessybubbly]

good morning tamadachi ( ु́•̶̤ ‧̫ ⁃ ૂ̀ ).☽˚⁺

this is from a smaller fandom, so i do not know if anyone will even recognize them haha. but i do hope at least someone has been yearning for some marionetta tickle art; and if not, i hope you enjoy the playful scene of these darlings anyways (｡・‧̫・｡).*＊♡

[todosmeiape1an]

Sis before tits

[jehilew]

‘Marionetta’ season 1 finale illustration by Miriam Bonastre Tur

[simonespeaks]

i simply do not see myself hating kamille. for several reasons, but one of them being she is such a complete subversion of the black best friend trope. she’s living in her own genre and is completely divorced from whatever julia’s got going on and it is so refreshing to see a black female character get to pursue her own needs and wants and not center the yt main character completely.

[a20077272]

Redraw of a panel from marionetta from june

[short-black-diamond]

A beautiful smile.

A @littlegremlinflower had the request of me writing a Sahed x fem! reader.

warnings: a little angst

word count: 2.9 k

Guys I did not proofread. So pleace act like english teachers in the comments.

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"...And this was Sahed, our wonderful man, who just pulled this amazing stunt!", Tonny cheered, and so did the audience. Meanwhile, you were in the background, silently clapping along and being happy for him.

Your dear Sahed, who subtly stole your heart without even knowing it. You sighed. Maybe it was best to close off these feelings, because c'mon, how clichée can falling in love with your best friend be? And you also thought that he could have caught feelings for one of the two newbies, Julia.

She was...eccentric, to say the least. She was spontaneous, loud, ran around like a madwoman, and showed many feelings. She was a just a young girl who just wanted to get out of the circus, as she told you.

Julia was by no means a bad person, no, it was more the opposite. The only reason she was here was because of Kamille, her best friend, but Kamille didn't really acknowledge her best friend when she laid eyes on Rainah, Sahed's sister. And also no hate against Rainah, for she was also a good soul.

You just didn't like the feeling you got when Sahed talked or spoke to her. But could you really blame any of those two? They seemed to get along together just fine. Well, Sahed was continuously teasing her to no end and she just insulted him. But oh well.

And now, you wanted nothing more than to just be in your own room and stay far away from him. They were whispering to one another in a hushed matter, and once Julia even looked at you before diving back in to the conversation. Welp. Guess you could go then...

As you were leaving, Julia grew panicked and nudged Sahed. "Quick, she's going away! Ask her!", she rushed, and Sahed grew panicked as well. "W-what?! No way! I-"

"Sahed! This is what we've been discussing the whole time! Weren't you listening!?"

Sahed only looked at your retreating form and sighed defeatedly. No way you'd say yes. He was an A'hkon, after all.

"Hey hey, I know that look! Stop thinking like this of yourself, Sahed. I'm sure ____ likes you just the way you are. I mean, you've been friends for what, a few decades now?"

At that, the male sibling only laughed dryly. "Yeah, uhm...I think I should pack my things now. And you try to talk to Kamille again. Okay?"

Julia nodded, but couldn't help but grow concerned. She's never actually seen him like this. It was disturbing, somehow.

As Sahed was packing his things, his thoughts drifted to you. How old were you when you entered the circus? He couldn't remember. Maybe you were as old as Julia back then.

You showed no sign of fear when you made the contract. You showed no sign of fear when you saw him and Rainah for the first time. You formally introduced yourself and Sahed was surprised. Normally, people would run away or kill people like him. You were polite.

huh.

And you still are now. Somehow, you always kept a polite distance to him and his sister. Sure, you three grew close and you and him even closer, but that was it. You were masking your feelings so well that Sahed could never know whether you found his jokes really funny oor just laughed out of pity. You were so creative and efficient in whatever you did that it gave Sahed whiplash when you showed him some of your designs or instructed him how to appear and walk on the stage best.

And you yourself should also be on stage. I mean, nobody else had such an angelic voice like you. and whatever you wore, it always fitted you. and your hair always smelt like sweet memories and happiness. And-

wait. Why weren't you happy then?

Sahed stopped for a moment. He never had seen you smile when you weren't conversing with people or laughing at his jests. You always looked...solemn. Sad. depressed.

...was it because you couldn't return home anymore? No, you told him that you were the only survivor of your village, your brothers and sisters and mothers and fathers and relatives all having been killed for they had believed in another religion. you still carried on your tradition and practiced your religion. and Sahed respected that. You. What you did and why you did it.

You were simply amazing.

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"Julia? What are you doing here?"

The brown haired girl stood in front of- no, she buzzed, excitedly so, in front of you. She was also looking around. "You need ot- I mean, to h-help me! Yeah! Just a little something!", she claimed, a bead of sweat rolling down her cheek while she gave you a crooked smile.

Why are you lying?

You decided not to question her. And you also decided that you wanted to leave when she dragged you towards the bonfire. She just sat down and patted the spot next to her. As you gracefully sat down, Sahed came down next to Julia. Next to you was also an empty seat.

It can't be more obvious, can it?

"Soooo...uh, h-how was your day, ____?", she started, and she sweated even more. Was it because she sat closest to the fire?

"Julia, first of all, your sweating a lot. Either you sit back from the fire a little, or you take off your jacket, or I'll get you some medicine-"

"No!", Sahed and Rainah yelled in unison (she just came and sat down next to you), and you got more confused than ever. "She- she's just nervous!", Rainah helped. She quickly stood up and pulled Julia behind her.

"We'll be right back! We'll, uh, get some more marshmallows!"

And with that, it was just you two sitting on that dead tree- with an uncomfortable silence. You didn't feel like being here at the moment, or eating those ridiculous sweets. Sahed came closer slowly as you watched the flames, your mind being distant.

"Uhm, ____?" "Mm." "Can I tell you something?"

"The stage is open and the sudience is listening."

With a deep breath, Sahed began talking, no, he rambled ahead.

"You know, when I first met you, I thought you were just a snob, or some sissy princess because of how you acted."

What?

"But now, I see that you're acting like a woman. You are graceful, humble, peaceful, and polite. And you're always a big help for me- for everyone!", he then took your hand in his and held it together with the both of his. and you couldn't stop your eyes from widening and your face from warming up and most likely to be redder than a tomato.

"What I want to say is,", he started, and he looked at you. And his breath hitched. You looked so etheral.

Beautiful. Amazing. Wow. Every single word in the lexikon which could describe your beauty. Gosh, he loved how he could see the bonfire in your eyes, or your hair swaying in the air softly, it reminded him of a painting.

You looked like you came out of a painting.

If only he could get a taste from these sweet, plumpy lips of yours-

"Sahed? What...did you want to say?", you asked, slowly getting uncomfortable with how long he stared at you with his three eyes. Was there something in your hair? Your face? ...is Julia behind me?

He suddenly seemed to regain his consciousness because he had quickly let go of your hand -he didn't miss your hurt expression- and rubbed his neck. "W-what I wanted to say was that you're my best friend and I couldn't imagine a better person than you to work for me, ahahaahah!"

You were just staring at him and then excused yourself, walked past Kamille, who was asking you were Rainah was but stopped mid sentence when she saw a tear flowing down your cheek and Sahed who was running after you.

But before he could reach you, you already slammed your door closed and locked it. You panted, and you broke down. Was this how Sahed saw you all these years? As his...best friend? Was it because he thought that you were still a snob? Still a princess? Was it because you were too serious? Not funny enough? Why did he take such a long pause at the bonfire to answer you?

Meanwhile, Sahed was knocking on your door. He knew that you wouldn't open the door. But he grew concerned. Was it because he saw your crying face before the shut and locked door? Was it because he referred you as his best friend? Was it because there was a small percentage that you liked him too but he messed up?

Sahed didn't know. He was a guy. But he knew he hurt you somehow when he heard your soft cries-the first time he's heard you cry actually- and his heart broke. He was such an idiot!

When he went back, Rainah, Julia and Kamille looked at him with expectations he would ruin. "I messed up", he said and sat down. Rainah groaned, Julia questioned his entire existence and Kamille sighed while shaking her head.

...

It was the next day, and you felt...good. yesterday, Sahed made it clear that he didn't really have any romantic feelings for you, and you were glad he did. I mean, although it broke your heart a little, it was good he told you. Now it meant no more thoughts wasted on how to act around him and what to answer or what to wear to impress him. The only things you'd be worrying over from now on were his performances and keeping your conversations more strict.

This'll help you. I'm a rich snob, after all.

As you were getting ready for the day, Rainah rang your doorbell. You had many people preferring different ways to singal their presence, so you had a doorbell, a doorknocker and a string which would lead to a beautiful melody. And Rainah wanted to press buttons (a little headcannon of mine).

As you opened the door, rainah looked at you with a smile, but you didn't smile back. "Good morning.", you only said.

Rainah's smile twitched and you figured she'd have expected you to smile back, but you didn't. "Good morning, ____! I think That we should make breakfast for the others, don't you think?"

"Rainah, love, it's barely past five, who would- AHh!"

Why did you let yourself get dragged away? Yesterday Julia, now you. Does Rainah also love dragging people around? "Ah, c'mon! You make the best dishes from us all!" "I could've just given you my cookbook, you know?"

"But don't you want to cook with me?", she asked and gave you a look which resembled the one of a kicked puppy. You cringed.

"I uh, had the plan to sort out my room and then help with the preparations for today. We'll be arriving to a new city soon."

"That can wait until eight, right?"

You gave up. "Sure..."

You guys should be arriving at nine o'clock.

As you were quickly preparing the meals, Sahed came in, rather pulled in by Jullia. So they're holding hands now? Good for them.

"____! Sahed wants to tell you something!", Julia exclaimed before she pushed Sahed to you. She was actually aiming for him to bump into you so that he could apologize and it being sweet and stuff, but you simply took a step back and he fell to the ground.

So much for it being sweet and stuff.

You frowned. "Why did you push him?", you asked while you gave him your hand, albeit hesitantly. Julia was sweating bullets, and Rainah was laughing nervously. "Ahahahah, uhm, it's just, Sahed called her short!"

You and Julia were the same height. And besides that, you couldn't get why she pushed him when he always teased her about her height until now.

When Sahed was standing back on his feet, you quickly retreated your hand and got back to work. "Guys. Tell me. What the hell is going on."

Your demand was working wonders, because they all started to speak incoherently over one another. It was actually just Julia and Rainah, while Sahed was looking at the food. He then looked at you and took your hand. You didn't understand why you were letting yourself get dragged around, why you were not retreating your hand from his. Why were your hands fitting so well, anyways?

He was leading you to his and Rainah's room. When you stepped inside, it was a all a big mess. Many of his sketches and papers were on the ground or somewhere where thy shouldn't be. The clothes were everywhere and many bowls and spoons were here too. He and Rainah and the others must have eaten ice cream...

You were disgusted. "How can you live like this?"

Sahed slapped his head. "Jeez, yeah, sorry. The others wanted to cheer me up.", he answered and started collecting the bowls. You took the clothes and folded them. But still, you were intrigued. "Cheer you up? What could've made you so miserable that you'd need people to cheer you up?"

After a long, exasperated sigh, he finally answered. "I wasn't able to confess my love to the lady I love. She just up and stormed away."

It could've been Julia. It must have been Julia. But you were the one who ran away. But they still celebrated. Maybe Sahed confessed to Julia after you went inside?

Alone the thought gave you a bad mood. And since you were still oblivious to where this was going, you spoke your pity. "Well, I feel sorry for the lady. You would've been a great lover."

"____, that lady was you."

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Huh?

Suddenly, your eyes burned and you got angry. "Don't joke with me, Sahed!", you scolded, and you hated your heart for pounding so rapidly.

Sahed quickly went over to you, pulled the clothes you were holding away and took your hands in his. "I am not joking. And I'm sorry for messing up yesterday. If you'd allow me, I would love to confess again. For real this time. And no going back."

You took a deep breath. Could this be a joke?

Sahed? Loving you? Dream on.

However, your strong inhale signalled it for him to start.

"My dear ____,

In my whole life have I never met a more beautiful, a more graceful woman like you. I have fallen in love with the way you dress or speak or act. I am always bamboozled by every single hairstyle you muster up, or how you like to wear your make up. To me, you are the most beautiful woman who walked on this earth and I can call myself the luckiest man to be a witness of such an extraordinary beauty like you with my own three eyes.

I could never grow tired of the many stories you'd read to me from your endless rows of books. Down to Shakespeare or Goethe. Crime or Fantasy. Novel or Biography. I would love for you to read every single book to me, ____ - over and over and over again. And I'd also try to purchase every single one you have not taken claim of, only for your voice to hear, for your voice to tell me those stories.

I am captivated by the way on how you handle the hardest tasks so easily. From making a soufflee to preparing the stage and designing my customs, you are the most efficient worker I know. And you never even seem to grow tired! Like, take a break, will ya?!

And also...

...I can not fathom as to why you'd still want to be seen with an A'hkon like me, but I am selfish. And utterly so. I am so selfish that I want all your love to myself, but tell me; can you blame me? When my heart wants to leave its cage of bones to be taken by you and you only?

Am I selfish for wanting to hear your voice at any given hour? Am I selfish for wanting to have you by my side the whole time? To watch sunrise and sunset? Am I selfish for wanting to comb and braid your wonderful hair?

...Am I too selfish for wanting to be together with you, ____?"

God, this was too much.

this was the most -and only- romantic confession you've ever heard. No other novel or book you've read has made you feel this way the man in front of you did.

"...Sahed, if you're thinking of me like this...then I'm a hundred times more selfish than you.", you said.

Sahed furrowed his brows. "What do you- mpf!"

He couldn't even finish his question before you interrupted him with a kiss. "You are not too selfish for that. I want to be together with you too, Sahed.", you answered after you two parted. When you looked at him, you couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Sahed had the stupidest grin on and a heavy blush nestled itself upon his cheeks. And then you smiled. Sahed felt like he fell in love with you all over again. You had a beautiful smile. You two hugged each other and swayed from side to side.

However, your sweet moment got interrupted by the three girls who fell on top of each other. The door was not closed, it seemed. "Finally!", Julia yelled and Rainah and Kamille cheered.

"That's why you three have been acting so weird yesterday!", you exclaimed and everyone laughed while Sahed kissed your cheek.

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Hey hey hey! How did you guys like this story? Too long, too short, not angsty enough maybe? I dunno.

Read you in the next post!

[jelloia]

// marionetta episode 25 spoilers

okay two things FIRST julia’s crush on sahed is SO CUTE like I love the tender and hopeful getting to know someone slash understand your own feelings stage so much

SECONDLY! TONNY! AND! JULIA! DANCING! ugh these two pathetic klutzes <3

(will forever be obsessed by how easy míriam makes drawing these dynamic poses look like my brain can only churn up rigid stickman figures)

[yeonggisbitch]

u guys better know in what team i am..

[justaghostingon]

Marionetta Chapter 24 Reactions:

Tonny: Wait a minute, if Julia likes me, but Sahed likes her, Kamille anc Sahed are together but she’s not bothered by being left behind…