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Intro thing
im a limbus company fan and i cant read. cough anyways hi welcome to the start. i am very new on this site once again and im writing this on mobile so expect it to be abit shitty. Apologies.
Anyways i hope you like this goober silly crackship i got and i wrote only for the fun of it. i was told to make an account here by a friend of mine to spread the propaganda so Yahoo!! Im slowly learning to use this site but anyways i hopez you like it or something.
I wont ONLY be focusing on Artful and john grace as Their other version will be here too! I just like them alot...
Chapter 2: Banana Peels
Summary:
Artful comes home after a rough show.. coming home all wet n soggy and banana peels falling off of him after the performance. Atleast he's comfy!
Notes:
Very short one.. Hopeth you likey :3
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The front door creaked open, letting in the faint smell of rain from outside. John Grace looked up from his seat, already sensing something unusual from the sound alone.
There stood artful.. well.. all wet and soggy from the rain and was covered in banana peels. Artful stumbled in, head down, cape askew. One clung stubbornly to his shoulder, another dangled from his hat, and several more were plastered along his coat like sad decorations from a comedy act gone wrong.
"..."
Not a word was made from him, no dramatic pose, no egotistical words, no witty comments. just heavy footsteps and..a singular banana peel falling off of his shoulder and making a faint solat noise as it hit the floor. he simply stumbled over and collapsed onto john without saying much before mumbling out, "Dont ask what happened." as he buried his face in his chest. Not caring that he was gonna soak john too.
There was a long and tense silence before john reluctantly brought his hands up and wrapped them around artful to bring him closer. One hand gently brushed a peel out of Artful’s hat that was tilted to the side before setting it aside without a trace of judgment.
The magician sighed deeply, body softening under John’s touch. "You’re too good to me, you know that? I show up looking like a fruit stand explosion that was sprayed with multiple water guns, and you just…" He trailed off, looking up at John’s calm, unwavering face. "...hold me like nothing’s wrong."
"I still wonder why we are even together."
"Yet.. even with this... im glad we are together."
Chapter 3: Love Like You
Summary:
Its been so long since Orchestraful had felt loved. besides.. why would something like that matter to someone like him? After everything he did.. It doesn't mean that someone is just going to leave him all alone in the empty stage without an audience.
Notes:
Based off of the song "Love like you" by Rebecca if im correct. i like the song.. needed some and Zen... so here.. meow. meow...
Also listen to the music too when reading this if u wanna...(P.s Words that are in Bold is The johns talking and words arent in bold is artfuls talking.. im sure u can tell by who is speaking)
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The theater was empty. Rows of seats stretched into the dark, the faint hum of the city outside filtering through the old walls.
The grand stage had been empty for weeks, Months even as specks of dust drifted in the air, the lights went out cold Months ago ever since that day.. No one ever visits the theater anymore after that.. Certain incident.. except One.
One of the grand stage lights was on, basking in the glow at the middle of the stage where a piano was left behind during the last performance, There, sat Orchestraful.
His hands moved along the piano keys, playing an unfamiliar tune that echoed throughout the empty and abandoned theatre.
He hadnt played for anyone since then.. other than showing his love for Magic tricks, he did have abit of knowledge on using the piano back then since he found the instrument to be a rather.. soothing thing for him.
The piano was something he found slight comfort in ever since that day.. though now. It.. feels empty. Even if he played it all the time now.. Even if he did his tricks infront of an empty stage. he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of emptiness. Guilt even for what he did.
As much as he wanted to never come back to the theater as it reminds him of his past.. he couldn't help himself but to come back and performan once again during his best days.
Where the audience would throw roses at him if he did well in his performance, where they cheered for him, showered him with everything. but now.. it was all gone after that one small incident and him loosing control of himself.
As his fingers continued to press down the keys on the piano, even with the music, he could still hear the screams and wails of those who he had harmed with a whack of his wand, no matter what he did..it would always come back to haunt him, even if he played the piano, it would always find a way to disturb him.
His fingers press down on the keys of the piano, playing whatever music he knew to keep himself busy until.. the sound of footsteps can be heard not too far from where he was.
Zen took slow steps up to the stage, the long white veil he wore fluttered in the air and the faint smell of lavender wafted in the dusty air. The glow of the purple halo that floated above his head emmitted a strange yet.. comforting warmth as he stepped up onto the stage.
"......?"
"I.. thought on keeping the stage company after its time of not being used.. Its.. been awhile since i had.. last performed here."
"......"
"Yes.. me performing on an empty stage without an audience.. though.. it.. is not like i would.. want to have an audience."
"........?"
"Me? losing something that i once Loved? its.. absurd.. I dont exactly remember the last time i had once loved something.."
"It.. isnt like it matters anymore... Who would want to love a Monster like me?"
Orchestraful looked down at his hands where they rested on the Piano keys, The other ones hovered behind him uncertainly as he stopped playing for abit.
Something seemed to always linger in him. Its been too long since he last had something to love for.. why would something like that matter to someone like him after what he did that day?
"I merely thought that.. Love is just something i can get from a performance.. isnt that all there is to it?"
Zen stood beside Orchestraful, even with his eyes closed, the purple tears that constantly streamed down his face.. there was a hint of sympathy in them that only Orchestraful can read.
"......."
"Your always concerned for me.. yet even have sympathy for me.. why? after.. all i did. do i really deserve to have something like Love again?"
There was a long silence as Orchestraful looked at Zen, Even if they were closed.. he couldnt help but feel how soft his gaze was. The constant smell of lavender oddly soothing to him.
"..........!"
"Mh... You always make it sound so.. simple."
"...........!"
"Hah... i wish i knew what makes you think im so special.."
Everything was silent now, no music, no stage, no audience. Just the two of them, hands intertwined in the middle of an empty theater.
Something in Orchestrafuls chest softened, a chord resolving that he didn't realize had been dissonant for so long. The quiet between them was heavy, but gentle, like snowfall, like forgiveness.
Something unfamiliar that he had never experienced for so long.. yet it felt.. nice.
Zen slowly brought his hands up and cupped Orchestrafuls face, the warmth of his palms caused Orchestraful to relax for once.. A small sigh escaping his tired lips, something he thought he didnt do yet has till now.
"Is this how you show love? is there truly something more to it than just a simple performance?"
"................!"
"If this is how it is like... i hope it is indeed something like this."
Orchestraful leans into the touch, his arms falling to his sides as his body relaxed after so long of running away and hiding.
"J'ai toujours pensé que j'étais le mauvais... I always think your alot more better than me.. i am.. nothing like you."
"Yet.. i do hope that i get to learn how to love again. Mon cher.."
Chapter 4: Movie night!!
Summary:
Warm movie night while these two gays cuddle together
i dont know how to summarize this but ill summarize it better later when im not feeling giddy. Very fluffy and soft maybe im not giving you guys yet on angst. Also another short one! im lacking.
Might fix sum mistaled but later
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Snow drifted softly outside the window, painting the world white.
The faint glow of the television flickered gently across the living room walls and the quiet hum of the movie filled the space.
There sat together on the couch was Artful and John, a fluffy blue blanket tucked around them. The room smelled faintly faintly of popcorn and cocoa and a strange kind of lazy comfort that only winter nights could bring.
Artful had been insisting on a movie marathon to watch after he had gotten back from todays performance, just a simple interesting movie he had seen when he was out and wanted to watch it together with someone he cared for, for the past hour he had been talking quite alot at the start though now his tone was alot more softer and quieter, occasionally pointing out his favorite scenes and complaining about the actors actions in the movie while john sat beside him with a hot cocoa in hand, silently nodding to whatever he was saying.
As the night wore on, Artfuls words began to slow and his voice grew quieter.
By the time the snow outside had thickened into a soft curtain, Artfuls head had started to dip, blinking a few times at the screen and rubbing his eyes to stay awake a little longer (not like it did much) before he rested his head on Johns shoulder.
John noticed this (immediately at that) and glanced down just as Artful leaned over, slowly, almost unconsciously as he rested his head on Johns shoulder.
There was a small sigh, a soft exhale of contentment from Artful. Then in a voice barely above a whisper, he mumbled out the faint words
"More comfortable..."
John stayed still, simply sitting there and letting the magicians warmth press against his side and letting him listen to the faint steady heartbeat under Artfuls cheek. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips, the kind that was too small to be smug and too gentle to be amused.
Adjusting the blanket just enough to pull it over the both of them, he shifted a little and changed his current position so Artful could lay more comfortably on him.
The faint noises coming from the movie played on in the background though John wasnt paying much attention to it now, his focus was on Artful instead, the faint crease of tiredness that softened his face, the slow and peaceful rhythm of Artful.
Outside the snow continued to fall, muffling the world with stillness and keeping the outside cold.
John hesitated for a moment before he slung an arm over Artful to make sure he doesnt fall off and careful not to accidentally wake him up though failed to do so as Artful ended up stirring slightly, murmuring something incoherent before going still again, a faint but relaxed smile on his lips.
".........."
John turned his gaze back to the screen though his attention never really left the man beside him. Slowly lifting up the warm cup of cocoa and taking a sip as he lets out a small quiet and fond sigh. The kind that didnt need to have a single word uttered during this moment though..
"....Sleep well."
The two of them stayed there, tangled together in a warmth and stillness with only the snow and the glow of the screen to witness their quiet peace.
Chapter 5: Yummy Soufflé!
Summary:
Cooking gone wrong but ends very cute yes
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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The morning sunlight shined through the windows, birds chirping outside while civilians walked about and enjoying their day.
Reprieve sat on the couch in the living room, focus completely on the journal he was writing that artistry had bought for him.
The scent of coffee filled the air as Reprieve wrote away in the journal. Everything was peaceful (Which is abit surprising for someone like him) as he busied himself with writing until..
Artistry kicked down the door and bursted it open as he walked in with a very self satisfied grin on his face while he happily (and loudly) announced himself.
"Reprieve! I have made a discovery most ingenious!!"
(Haha limbus company reference)
Reprieve didnt look up from his journal, picking up the coffee mug and taking a small sip.
"............?"
"Ouch! So early in the morning and already such verbal violence!"
Reprieve simply took another sip of his coffee while Artistry gave a playful look of hurt and doing abit of a dramatic pose.
".........."
Undeterred, Artistry hopped up onto the counter (despite Reprieves very clear "don’t you dare") and presented a small notebook with a proud look.
"Behold! I have found my new calling in life!!"
"...?"
"Correction-! four actual- Wha-?? What do you mean menace? i tell you i am alot better than that!
Reprieve mentally rolled his eyes while Artistry huffed in slight annoyance before going back to his "Stage" persona.
"As i was saying... I have found this! And i think i can qualify myself as a chef too!"
".........."
"Oh please mon cher ami! I tell you i have a higher intelligence! i can definitely learn how to cook!"
Artistry countered proudly before opening the notebook and flipping through a few pages and stopping at one.
"Aha! I saw this amazing recipe online, and it only requires eggs, milk, and… uh…"
He brought the notebook closer to his face and squinted his eyes as he looked closer at the recipe page he had written down.
" 'A pinch of salt' "
"Ha! This will be easy! i can pinch salt of course!"
Reprieve mentally had to hold himself back from laughing at the utter stupidity Artistry had spoke before closing his book and setting the coffee cup down.
"......?"
"Why i am making Soufflé of course! Now cmon! i need a partner for this delightful piece to be made!"
Before Reprieve could even protest he was dragged away as Artistry had grabbed his arm and brought him into the kitchen.
After entering the kitchen, Artistry lets go of Reprieves hand and placed the notebook down before taking out the ingredients.
".....Youll burn the house down."
Artistry was already cracking eggs directly onto the counter and mixing them with unmatched enthusiasm while Reprieve stood beside him and watched what Artistry was doing with pure worry on his expression for once.
" Oh ne soyez pas si inquiet mon cher ami! Cooking is as simple as doing a magic trick for the audience!"
Reprieve just stared, deadpan, as flour exploded across the counter like snowfall.
-Goobus timeskip-
Ten minutes later, the kitchen looked like a war zone. Artistrys Fancy and expensive suit was covered in chocolate mix, there were egg shells in the sink, and the oven timer had begun emitting what could only be described as a desperate beep of doom.
Dough mix fell from the ceiling and onto the floor along with other random ingredients and utensils either were left on the floor or just straight up had vanished from thin air while flour had dusted the whole counter.
"............"
"Ah? Why of course i did! why would i forget to pre heat the oven??"
"... I.... atleast i think i did?"
He opened it and yelped when a puff of smoke drifted out of the oven.
"Okay.. Maybe it was a little bit hot! But that is just part of the process!"
Artistry waved the smoke away dramatically, still smiling while Reprieve held back from hitting Artistrys head to give that dense head a lesson.
Artistry happily took out the tray of "Soufflé" (Which was just charred coal at this point) and smiled.
"Ta da! i can smell just how tasty it is!"
Reprieve was just about to stop him from trying to eat it though he wasnt quick enough as he watched Artistry grab a spoonful of it and took a bite.
Artistry happily chewed it though the joy on his face immediately changes to one of disgust, chewing it once or twice before forcing himself to swallow.
Artistry slowly gave a thumbs up with shaky hands and gives a strained smile.
"Th..this is.. t-the.. most tastiest thing i.. ever h-had!"
There was a long pause as Artistry dropped the spoon and collapsed to the floor and coughed violently.
Reprieve sighed, walked over and leaned down, patting Artistrys back.
" *Cough* A-ah! so.. you do.. care for me! *Cough* Mon cher... vous êtes trop gentil! *COUGH*"
Reprieve sighed, grabbing a glass of water on the counter and handed to Artistry to which he quickly accepted and took a large sip.
"........."
Placing down the empty glass Artistry grinned and went back to his proud "stage" persona in seconds after recovering from the coughing fit.
"How nice of you for making breakfast for a handsome magician like me! Haahh... Admit it! You think im Charming arent i?~"
Reprieve didnt even glance at him before he lightly flicked Artistrys forehead to which Artistry fell back and let out a small "Ow-!" as he rubbed his head while Reprieve got up and began setting up the frying pan and getting the eggs then cracking them into the pan.
" Quelle personne cruelle vous êtes..."
Reprieve slid the plate of scrambled eggs toward him with an unamused look.
"......?"
Artistry immediately perked up as his eyes sparkled.
"Yes please!"
Reprieve rolled his eyes as he watched Artistry happily eat the scrambled eggs.
While reprieve watched Artistry happily devouring the food while humming to themselves with pure satisfaction, Reprieve seemed almost smile.
Keyword, Almost.
"Hmh! Admit it!"
Artistry spoke with a mouthful of eggs and swallowed.
"You like having the famous magician around don't you?"
".....Tolerable."
"Hah! thats basically Love! You do Love me!!"
Reprieve sighed, long and defeated as he rubbed his head and muttered.
"Insufferable..."
"I heard that!"
Notes:
Im hungry also i might fix some misspellings here n there if i wanna
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