Y’all are spoiling me with all my favourite ships! ;w;
A merfolk AU, Christian lives his life on the seas; collecting treasures, meeting new people, and enjoying life to the fullest. During a bad storm, his boat capsizes and is knocked overboard. They next thing he knew, he woke up on land, resting on the beach and covered in sand. He also notices he is not alone. A merman was watching over him carefully and was delighted to see him wake from his slumber. He introduces himself as Eduard and recalls the moment that they met. He had happened to pass by when he saw him falling deep into the sea. Knowing well he wouldn’t survive underwater for much longer, he pulled him through the rough currents and brought him to shore. Christian is grateful and introduces himself. Though their time together was brief, Eduard promises him they will met again at this same spot.
And he kept his word, many times over.
Christian was fortunate enough to be brought to an island that was habituated by a small community of about 700 people. He made his home here but was eager to get back to his life on the ocean. As he waited for a new boat to be built for him, he took up painting and craftwork. He visited Eduard daily and often brought his painting supplies with him. Eduard proved to be the best muse for him. His beautiful royal blue tail was a favourite of his to paint. He grew very fond of Eduard and made him an offer that Eduard could not have refused. When his boat was ready, Christian wanted him to join him out on his journey across the seas. When that time came, Eduard was right by his side as they started a new chapter together as companions for life.
David Clarke – Australia
Stefan Borisov – Bulgaria
Joshua Clarke – Hutt River
Luca Rotaru – Moldova
Olympe Castil – Monaco
Riley Greenwood – New Zealand
Dragos Rotaru – Romania
Ashleigh Clarke – Wy
Summary: The end of the world has left a family of nomads amongst the handful of survivors, travelling up and down the remains of Europe to escape deadly weather conditions. Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, a natural disaster occurs that may just make survival impossible.
For @phyripo! *3*
Eeeee I did a scream when I got you in the @aphgenficexchange because finally I could write you a fic with your human names! I tried my best to come up with a story that included most of the prompts and I think I managed? It's a strange combination of apocalyptic, road trip (in an incredibly loose sense) and supernatural... or at least magic. The magic is actually explained in the fic I promise. I also got most of the character groups you put! Um, I won't spoil too much here.
Anyway, this was really fun to do! But I am terribly slow so decided to make this a two-parter as opposed to a one-shot just... so you have something to read whilst I'm finishing this all up. Also cliffhangers.
Also, to explain the term 'Australian traps'... it's a reference to the ancient flood basalt volcanoes I based them on, the Siberian Traps, it's nothing to do with... yeah...
Also I had to add Boris to the story hope you don't mind :0
The title comes from 'End of Days' by Abney Park.
Based on the rather amusing coincidence of myself and @phyripo giving each half of LuxMold the name Luca, but hey, people share names all the time (I’ve known about 10 James for one). Kind of a silly jokefic based on that (the only other idea I had was adult them having a running joke of “I can’t believe you called your own name during sex” but I’m still trying to regain the dignity lost in the NSFW OTP challenge sooo…). This isn’t supposed to be all that in-character, by the way. It’s just me trying to be funny.
This is short and stupid and I don’t know why I keep coming up with LuxMold high school Aus™ of all things… they’re just around that age, I guess. Also it’s set in an English high school because I’m lazy like that.
Anyway, hope @phyripo and the 5 or so other LuxMold shippers like this… thing.
Can we just settle this discourse by agreeing I am the alpha Luca? (Okay I’m a Luka bUT OHWELL).
…
Luca Morgens was almost certain he was not meant to be here.
Since when did he get detention? Well, there was that time he turned up to school hungover, forgetting he had a two-hour chemistry lesson about alcohols of all things, and promptly throwing up all over his notes. That had been the grimmest day of his life so far, in all honesty.
But aside from that- !- he’d never gotten a detention in his life- and the previous event had actually resulted in a week’s suspension and a concerned phonecall to his brother anyway, so technically his slate was still spotless.
So why the hell had his form tutor only today informed him of a month’s worth of detentions- starting with this one right here. How? What could he have possibly done to warrant a whole month of his life spent writing lines after school as punishment?
Seriously, what had he done?
It was the art teacher he’d cheesed off, apparently, given that he was now surrounded by drying racks and A1 sized card paintings, mostly depicting detailed and often surreal portraits, and then his own vase of flowers, inspired by the likes of Jan Brueghel the elder and Ambrosius Bosschaert, and others from the Dutch Golden Age. It was with great amusement that he’d linked his brother’s own love of gardening to the Dutch Flowers movement and thus his inspiration for GCSE art- though actually painting in such detail was a challenge he’d not quite grasped until it came to practicing his own paintings. But boy had it been a struggle to finish every little detail in two days.
All in all, Luca was proud of the work he’d put into his final piece, finished only today at the end of a grueling, two-day exam, so why the hell was he here? He didn’t like getting in trouble, not in the slightest, and hadn’t done anything to offend Mr Kirkland. Well, not deliberately.
“The hell did you do?”
The teacher had yet to arrive, and so far there were only three- now four- students waiting for him: Luca, two strange-looking pipsqueaks from a few years below him, and now his mate Tolli. To be honest, they only really talked in the art and history lessons they shared, but the boy seemed nice enough.
And apparently had been discovered to be the one who changed every desktop screen in the graphics design computer room to a picture of Robbie Rotten. Oh well. He’d tried to get away with it.
“I don’t know,” he hissed back as the guy sat next to him, “seriously, what could I have done to tick the fellow off?”
“I don’t know,” Tolli gave a little shrug, “I can’t remember anything ya did… Are you crying?”
“…No.”
“Were ya crying?”
“Maybe,” Luca almost sobbed.
Tolli’s eyebrows knotted together. “You cried… over a detention?”
“That a problem?” Yes, yes he’d cried over his first ever detention, okay? Not only was it a new experience for him, but he’d somehow done something so bad-
How did a person even get a month’s worth of detention? What did they have to fuck up to get that result? Luca was almost impressed at himself.
“What about those two?” Tolli nodded over at the pair of what were clearly future art students- one had tied his hair in multicoloured ribbons and the other somehow had paint on his face. Not that Luca had particularly cared to people watch at that moment in time. They seemed a little couply though, practically on each other’s laps as they cuddled.
“Don’t know.”
“What’re ye in for?” he called to the pair.
“Painting nudes for homework,” paint-face called back.
Okay. Luca was officially done with trying to understand young people. Yes, he was only sixteen but anyone younger was beyond reasoning now. Then again, the inner mechanisms of Mr Kirkland’s mind could be a complete mystery too.
“Oh! I got it!” Tolli snapped his fingers for emphasis, “Luca Rotaru!”
“Morgens. I’m Luca Morgens, remember?” Christ, had Tolli been paying that little attention to his life?
Tolli just raised an eyebrow at that. “No, Luca Rotaru in year nine!”
“Who?” There was another Luca in the school? Now that he thought of it, it was hardly some miraculous coincidence. Luca wasn’t the rarest of names.
“Really?” For some reason, Tolli looked absolutely astounded at his friend’s ignorance. “I barely care and even I know about Rotaru.”
“Why? Is he famous or something?” He either had celebrities for parents or had set fire to his previous school. Luca was hoping for the latter, to an extent.
“Famous for being weird as shit,” Tolli was saying, “he’s that kid who brought in a real live hamster and set it loose in the greenhouse, remember?”
“Oh, that guy.” Nice to place a name to an incident.
Tolli just looked like he was happy to be getting somewhere. “Yes, that guy. The one who drew a pentagram in the gym. That guy. Doesn’t own a pair of underwear guy. Claims his brother knows how to summon Satan guy.”
“He sounds… disturbed.” Maybe he had burnt down his previous school after all, and a hospital, an Aldi and a couple nursing homes. Also what the actual fuck was wrong with this kid?
“He probably is. I don’t think he has parents.”
“Does that really excuse vandalism?”
Tolli just shrugged.
Maybe he had something more to say, but Mr Kirkland’s arrival prevented him from speaking another word, like why the hell were they talking about a wannabe Satanist and how did they get onto the subject?
“Separate tables,” Mr Kirkland growled in greeting, indicating to the pair of now rather dejected duos. Well detention sure sounded fun. Luca wanted to crawl under a pile of paintings and cry.
“Morgens, what are you doing here?”
Being miserable and a little ashamed of himself. “I don’t actually know, sir.” Might as well be honest- and at least this way he could get some answers. Unless Mr Kirkland decided the best course of action was to fly off the rails for no reason, like teachers tended to do.
But Mr Kirkland just ran a hand through his hair with a groan. “That may be because you’re not meant to be here at all.”
“I’m not?” What was this? A song in his heart? A cloud beneath him? A light spring breeze in his hair?
“No, it seems your name must’ve been mixed with another’s at some point.” Mr Kirkland seemed unwilling to name names, but Luca could guess who the real hooligan was.
“So I can take my leave now?” he asked, causing yet another eye roll from Tolli.
“Yes you may; sorry for keeping you, lad.”
…
Well, that was the other Luca, supposedly.
Luca M. hadn’t been too sure what he was expecting, but a scruffy borderline feral fourteen year old wandering about a crowded school corridor seemed about right. Very little of what Luca R. was wearing seemed to be the correct school uniform, but given his track record, that probably wasn’t the school’s biggest concern for once.
Everything about him screamed tryhard, needless eccentricities though, from the necklace made of old Halloween fangs, to the fur coat whose original owner might have had the mange, to the somewhat disturbing lack of shoes. Did he… not come to school with shoes? Did he even own a pair? He, apparently, went out of the way to buy his own miniature hat, so why not even a cheap pair?
Was this even something he could find out? Luca M. couldn’t exactly ask such a thing in polite conversation.
Besides, he had a job to do and should honestly stop staring at the kid from afar because it probably looked creepy.
“Hey,” he called, keeping his voice as soft yet audible as possible, “Luca Rotaru, right?”
Luca R. jumped at that, spinning round slightly and glancing up with a pair of massive doe eyes, like he’d been caught taking ecstasy, or was a cat begging for food. It probably would’ve been cuter if he was a manga character, as opposed to a real life teenage boy.
“Um, yes? Oh gosh, what have I done now?”
“Erm, nothing,” Luca M. replied in surprise. Well, nothing he actually knew of that recently happened. Even the hamster incident had been a month or so ago.
“Oh, hello,” he held out a hand awkwardly, “I’m Luca Morgens.”
The adorable edgelord smiled at that. “Hello fellow Luca!” The way he said that made Luca M. wonder if the kid was about to ask him to join a secret cult of people named Luca.
Could they drink at cult meetings? Because he might consider it (exam season had more or less broken him at this point).
“Well, erm,” he licked his lips trying to find the right words, “your presence is required at… erm, well, detention with Mr Kirkland. For the next month.”
“Oh.” Luca R. seemed to deflate at that, giving a half-hearted shrug that ruffled the remaining fur on his coat. “I suppose I had it coming.”
“What did you even do?” The words were out of Luca M’s mouth before he could stop them. “I mean, if you don’t mind my ask-“
“I tried to make a new mother in art,” Luca R. explained, “and one of the kids in my class called me a dickhead so I punched him.”
“Ah.” Almost cute. If cute was tragic mixed with unnerving.
“Why did sit ask you to deliver the message though?” asked Luca R. as the other Luca turned to leave. Oh.
“There was a mixup,” he explained, “probably something to do with us being the only ‘Luca’s in the school.” Or to his knowledge, at least.
“Oh you didn’t have to sit my detention, did you?” Luca R. looked horrified at the thought, a hand shooting up to cover his mouth.
“Not at all; it was all sorted out fine,” Luca M. tried his best to look reassuring, but wasn’t sure discount Luca actually believed him.
“Oh I’m so sorry.” Now they were holding hands… why? Luca R. sure had a sweet side to him, hidden somewhere under the weird. “Let me make it up to you!”
“Really, it’s-“
“No, I feel really bad about it.” His little bottom lip started wobbling, and Luca M. simply sighed.
“We can hang out sometime, if that’s okay with you.” A rather simple but ingenious plan was beginning to form in his head: if he befriended Luca R, he could buy him a pair of shoes for his birthday.
l - life is a highway by rascal flattsi - invisible touch by genesiss - she’s always a woman by billy joele - echelon by jack trammelll - like a prayer by madonnao - oh nana by kardt - time after time by cyndi lauper
send me ur name and ill make a mini playlist starting with those letters! (u can ask for a certain theme or genre!)
I thought you were calling me boring at first I felt so betraYED
B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.
TRNSea. Thanks, Surya, also MolSey and OzSey thanks you!
O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?
I love you more than you think - Rizzle Kicks
Again, TRNSea actually, also Kenan x Jinjing
R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?
Ro and Mol. Also Mary and Robert. And Sea and Lad tbh.
Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?
Sense8 (which i am gonna watch I swear but I’m kinda into desperate housewives rn) also whatever tf is going on in those podcasts @natalya-arlovs-gay-a listens to
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