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khneltea · 1 year

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Harmonies of the Multiverse

THEME

When Jupiter collides with autumn, a single moment is born between two entities. Equal harmonies with balance, dancing along a fine line of too far and too near, of brightest and dimmest, of perfect alignment. People say that on an equinox, the sky divides into two parts, golden light and silver darkness.

For Damian Wayne, it meant heading to the rooftop instead of sleeping peacefully in his bed, staring at the sky, but not seeing anything. His eyes would remain blank as they stared up at the twinkling stars almost covered by the rancid smog. He learned at too young of an age that life was not about myths and fairytales, but of monsters in the form of flesh and bone which held their smiles on their face and their daggers in your back.

The equinox meant facing the demons of his past.

He always knew he was never the best person. He wouldn't ever be as selfless as Dick, he wouldn't be as level-headed as Tim, or even as passionate as Jason. He wouldn't have his father's ingrained need to help the dying cesspool they lived in, and he would never have Alfred's heaven-bound level of patience. There would always be that selfish, rash, cold-hearted, narcissistic, impatient prince lying inside of him, waiting to rear its foul head. It surfaced every second he held a blade in his hand, at every mob member terrorizing innocents and criminals alike, every abuser, every villain. A voice inside him purred to rid the world of their filth, of their moral grime. And every single time, it grew louder and louder and louder and louder.

Each time a criminal escaped through his grasp was another chip in his fortitude.

Each time an innocent civilian broke a smile at him, only to die minutes later from an explosion was a stab in the wall between morally good and vengeance.

For every stabbing heart, for every gutless cry of a mother who lost their child.

Wouldn't it be so much easier to erase them before they could commit such barbarisms?

The cold kissed his cheeks, so much like a viper's poison, and he shook his head, banishing the thought from his mind. Ah, she's still inside my head.

Maybe symphonies are built on a beautiful melody. However, the melody would never work if they worked on different concepts. The one his father blasted into his mind was a righteous march, darker in tone than most melodies, but an overarching victory for Good reigned. It taught him patience, morals, ethics, light against darkness.

But, his mother taught him the cellist's devil nature. The darker tones, the echoing, vibrating puppet master giving the audience the illusion that the melody is in control, but in reality, all the melody can do is fall victim to the villainous, tragic whirlpool of misery, murder, and fascist brutality. She placed the blade in his hand, had him earn her love through feats of glorious atrocities, built him up from the ground up into the perfect weapon, too jagged and unpredictable to be used for Good, but whittled down, rusted and corrupted for far too long to be remolded into something useful.

Now, he didn't know where he belonged. Did his melody rise above the dark cello nurtured in him? Or will the melody drown under the alluring, tempest bass driven through his heart, buried deeper than the center of the Earth?

The wind, maybe sensing his demise, could do nothing but blow harder to calm his feverish head filled with questions he could not answer. The somber cold stung the sweet chapped lips all too used to the desert's ice and fire of his childhood, but it stung more bitterly as the North Atlantic ocean blew in the new change in season. Gotham was an outlier. A ghost town of improbabilities and plausibility all clashed together to create a cesspool of madness, hate, and impossibilities.

He wondered why his father, or his ancestors before him, would ever want to stay in a city like this for the rest of their rich, detached lives. Why they would ever choose to spend their lives in this miserable landfill, giving what they have to make the ever-draining city a better place. Why they gaze at the buildings and streets with fond gazes. Why they find it so easy to smile at a Gotham native without feeling like they will get a knife's edge poking their sternum the moment they show their backs.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he cursed God that he was not given this ingrained sense of belonging and mercy to Gotham like all of his family before him.

Pages rustled on in the breeze, and, by miraculous luck, the cover tipped open. Blue light shone through the darkness beyond his closed eyelids, but he did not notice beyond the salty river squeezing through the crevice.

"S'il te plaît, ne me dis pas que tu pleures." Please, don't tell me you're crying. Soft French carried over the quiet din. "I never know what to do when you are crying."

He pried his eyes open, and a vision filled his eyes. A girl, no older than he was, but with a more youthful smile cracked in sorrow, dressed in a midnight blue evening gown glowing in the darkness, blowing in the wind to its own rhythm as it reflected the stars ten times brighter than Gotham Fair's lights. She floated over the torn book of ancient Tibetan magic he brought with him that night, just like he did every solstice, her legs crossed underneath her in an informal squat. Cheeks blossomed like dusky luminescent wisteria, and constellations made of stars brighter than Rigel lost across the bridge of her nose. Her blue crown of hair burned a halo around her, framing bluebell eyes that looked older than a thousand of his lifetimes staring deep into his own green eyes.

The only word he could say was, "Marinette."

Her grin made his heart's symphony subito pianissimo. "Hi, Damian. Happy Autumn Solstice."

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not me wanting to make this a full fic ;v; (hence the chapter title "theme")

for @jumpingjoy82 for the maribat gift exchange 2022 (i posted on time on archive, just not on tumblr ;v;)

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Feraldaminette please!

Marinette narrowed her eyes at him. "You don't have the balls to do it."

Damian raised an eyebrow. "And what makes you think that?"

"For one thing," she leaned into his ear, and he fought to keep a straight face. "I've never met a pretty rich boy who could keep his word to save his life."

Did she smell like cinnamon or vanilla, like a baker girl would have? No. She radiated liquid iron and disinfectant lemon, chili peppers stewed in butter, musky sweat and apple wood. They didn't go together, and no one would say otherwise.

But somehow, it piqued his interest. He found her contradictory existence intriguing. Simple enough, her whole being defied modern society logic itself.

It made him want to stand out to her.

"Saturday, 7pm, TVi." He turned his head to meet her haunting blue eyes, mischief glowing under the inky blue. "I give you my word."

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khneltea · 2 years

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『••✎ Day 1: Crushed

Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum.

She sucked in her stomach, hands clasped over her mouth. Don’t breathe, don’t breathe, don’t breathe.

Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum.

Has it been a minute? Five minutes? An hour? She didn’t know. She knew she was walking, then ducking, and she was running. Running as fast as she could down the alleyways of her nightmares. Ones from the past she wanted to forget, the one she could never purge from her mind. It wasn’t safe, it was never safe, they were going to get her—

Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum, da-dum, da-dum, da-DUM DA-DUM DA-DUM—

A hand grasped her shoulder and crushed her against the brick wall, knocking the wind out of her chest. A heavy icy breath descended upon her neck, the freezing lips running goose bumps along her skin. Ice snaked around her, so cold that it burned a hole right through her lungs.

“I’ve missed you, Dove.”

“No, no, no, no, no—" The wind grew staggered, blood rushed through her veins. “I’m not coming back, I won’t ever come back, you can’t make me.”

A deep chuckle rumbled against the plush junction between her neck and shoulders, and it made her tremble to the core. “Ah, sweetheart. My darling, my love, my little nightingale.”

“—hurts, hurts so much—” “—no, stop—” “—you’re hurting me, I said stop, Da—"

Ruby red clashed against her soft bluebell irises, dark promise igniting the infinite ink bleeding from the centre of those dazzling gems.

“From the moment you saved me, you doomed yourself to eternity with me.”

All she could do was whimper when she felt a cold touch press against her flesh with a soft shhhiiik.

“For what it’s worth,” he murmured, and she hated the way her body fell limp even when her brain screamed at her to fight, “I’m sorry you had to meet me in your life time.”

Then, everything faded to a blissful murky black.

The worst part about it? Deep down, she enjoyed the feeling of pure numbness in her mind. A feeling that grew stronger as the nights grew longer.

And she couldn’t stop it.

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khneltea · 2 years

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ONE MONTH AGO

Whoever said pain was a medicine for the soul was a filthy liar.

Pain burned. Scorching like the desert sun on raw sunburns. Lemon juice over fresh cut wounds. Chili peppers in the eyes. It ebbed and flowed, a rapid churning around her body, choking her like a python.

Bruises littered her bones, and her muscles lay torn and wasted. Everything ached and creaked, two fractures away from snapping. Her body was a glass house, and her heart was the dying hearth under the mantle, poured over by the icy words of others.

“You couldn’t just leave her alone, could you?”

“Why do you hate her so much? Jealousy is one thing, but this is sick. You make me sick.”

“Why can’t you just be happy for her?”

“You bitch, you deserve this, all of this.”

“I told you I’d take all your friends away from you. Now, look where you’re standing.”

Who deserved what, exactly? She had done nothing to Lila but point out lies that were harming her classmates. She, their Everyday Ladybug, would never lay a hand on someone else, even if they had everything she had ever wanted. Lila didn’t even have that, she pretended to.

But these words weren’t the final straw. No, they hollowed her out. They etched their hatred and betrayal into her chest, arms and legs.

The final straw broke her to the core. She had nothing left but an empty shell.

Marble turned to asphalt, then to dirt, then it sprouted vivid green. On most days, such bright colour would have sparked her mind, a new dress or redesign of a shirt spinning round and round the back of her eyelids.

But all she could see was grey. So dull. So monochrome. So blank.

“Marinette? Dove?” She glanced up, and the world dyed itself in vintage rolls and twilight.

Standing there, tall and alluring, was a boy no older than twenty, though he could have passed for much younger. Amber skin and lean physique combined with those strong cheekbones and decadent stare made him the boy that girls only ever dreamed about and fathers had nightmares about.

And right now, that handsome face of his twisted, jaw locked as her face came into view.

“What happened?” One second ago, he was five feet away, and the next, his hand was on her jaw, guiding her head so he can see the bruise blooming red on the apple of her left cheek.

Something about the way his eyes darkened sent alarm bells ringing in her mind, but she smiled at his worry. No one ever really worried anymore.

“Hey, Damian.” She smiled, ignoring the throb in her cheek as she did.

He pursed his lips, jaw locking again as he bore into those captivating blue eyes, maybe sensing her defeat and unwillingness to admit to what caused her such sorrow. She didn’t know. But she knew he knew she wouldn’t say anything about the matter. And she knew that it infuriated him not knowing.

It relieved her when he dropped her gaze and gave her a smile that she knew was reserved for her.

His smile was prettier than the twilight sparkle. His green eyes shone brighter than the celestial bodies orbiting the planet. Merely looking at his soft expression across those hard rugged features drowned out the screaming ache and soothed the cracks in her heart. “I am here for you. Whenever you are ready to tell me, I’ll be there.”

Her words were breathy, longing and hopeful. “I know.”

Maybe...maybe he would keep that promise. She prayed to anyone out there.

Because she didn’t think that she could take one more person walking out on her.

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khneltea · 2 years

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LOW BLOOD SUGAR STILL TASTES SWEET

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PRESENT DAY

Time passed like butter on a hot day. Lines blurred together under the dim candlelight, and the silence lay still as glass. There can only be so many minutes counted before a person loses track. There was no point counting meals either — they came when she was asleep and disappeared the second she looked away from them.

She didn’t know how it happened. All her life, she had suffered from insomnia. It was hard for her to sleep, but it was even harder for her to get up. “A side effect”, the doctor had said to her worried parents, “it’s natural with kids whose brains develop at a faster rate than others.”

But still, the food came and went, and so did the days.

Her little room — if she could call a five-bedroom suite with an additional luxury bathroom little — was perfect. The gorgeous 18th-century furniture was neat, luxury-grade pencil and paper lay ready for her if she ever wanted to design, and the decorations were vibrant yet pleasing to the eye. The pink silk sheets were clean and soft, and the bed was absolute heaven to lay in. It was She couldn’t ask for anything more in a room.

Anything, that is, except for it to not be a prison. She figured out on the first day she woke up in that room that it was nothing more than a glorified gilded birdcage meant to trap her. She couldn’t find any exits or entrances, and for a brief moment, she even considered that she may lose oxygen at some point. There was no possible way she could get in or out, and she couldn’t think of a way where she was even brought into the room.

“Do you like it here, my darling?” Marinette whirled around, and her body froze on instinct.

Standing in the middle of the parlor was the man she saw when her eyes closed at night. Dark, brooding, yet soft and sweet under her shining gaze. Green eyes like the mountains and skin bathed in molten sun. He cut a chiseled figure, built on lean muscle, and he moved with the grace of a ballet dancer.

Her instincts screamed at her to run.

But where?

“Dove?” His voice seemed so far away, and she realized she hadn’t answered him yet.

“Damian?” She called, not moving from her spot by the desk. “What’s going on? Where are we?”

He frowned. “Don’t you remember? We’re home. This is our home.”

He took a step forward, and she took one step back without thinking. His face hardened, jaw locked. She’d seen it so many times before, but he had never done it to her.

It isn't the first time. A small voice echoed in her ear. It doesn't end well for us if he gets angry. Placate him, before he gets mad.

Just as the thought passed through her mind, she frowned. Who was that? And why did she say this wasn't the first time?

Before she could process everything, Damian crossed the distance, trapping her within his arms. She shifted to the side, but his legs caged her in, and there was a foreboding inch between their bodies, sending her body into a frenzy in the wrong way. Her heart raced, pounding against her throat and choking her. The muscles in her legs seized, begging her to run away. Bumps on her skin rose at the sudden drop in temperature. The hair on her skin stood up, electrified by the terror of being stared down by a stronger opponent, one that could crush her in a single hand, a predator.

“Marinette, did you forget again?” His voice lowered an octave, a dangerous growl rumbling against his throat. “This is our home.”

“No...” She breathed out, fixing her gaze on the spot he was just at. When did he close the gap? Her breathing grew erratic; why was he saying that this was their home? “No, this isn’t—”

Two fingers grasped her chin and jerked her head up, and her eyes met onyx stones. Words slipped out of his mouth slowly, like he was explaining it to a child. “Darling, this is our home. You are happy here. We live together. We were about to have dinner.”

“We...” What was she thinking about again? “We were... that’s right, this is our home. How did I forget?”

“It’s alright, my dove. Maybe you need to take your pills again? The doctor said it wasn’t good for you to miss one.” He smiled, the firelight glinting on the whites of his teeth.

“You’re right, how could I forget?”

“I know, that’s why I reminded you. I’ll go get them for you, you stay right here.”

She beamed at him, sitting at the mahogany desk and picking up the pencil. “Alright, my love.”

Marinette never noticed the red spark in his eyes as he turned around.

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khneltea · 2 years

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The woman spoke first. "How did you know she was your soulmate?"

"I'm Tim, and this is my brother, Damian." Tim gestured to him, and he focused again on the couple in front of him. "Maybe you should sit down for this."

"I'm fine." She snapped.

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khneltea · 2 years

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MASTERLIST OF "LOW BLOOD SUGAR STILL TASTES SWEET" (LBSSTS)

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TW: Abusive Relationship, Anxiety, Assault, Blood, Bullying, Death, Mental Illness and Symptoms, Drug Use, Emotional Abuse, Hospitalization, Kidnapping, Murder, Needles, Non-Con/Dubious Consent, Slavery, Sexual references, Stalking, Suicide, Supernatural/Paranormal,Torture, Vampires, Yandere, etc.

Please be careful reading these. This author does not condone these acts in real life.

Crushed

Soothing

Skin (TW: Mind-control, drug use, manipulation, threatening)

"it hurts"/"oh darling"

lessons/glass

innocence/corruption

pressure/mind

"I'm sorry"/"I'll be better"

cooling/burns

grief/hidden injury

bruises/neck

"it stopped hurting"/"I lied"

frozen/twitch

silent/gasps

restrained/invisible

"I love you"/"I loved you too much"

promises/shock collar

betrayal/slap

marks/trigger

"Stay, please"/"Just leave"

Neglect/blood

Sick/Hostage

Blanket/Suffocation

"I did it for you"/"Why should I care?"

cut/begging

fingers/terminal illness

stitches/guilt

"Why won't you just..."/"I just wanted..."

death/gaslight

mending/sacrifice

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