Happy Pride Everyone!!

Happy Pride Everyone!!

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🏳️‍🌈💓💗

I LOVE THIS!!!

That scene from Ouran but them....

I’ve made it (not happily) but I made it

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Look buddy, i’m just trying to make it to Friday.

WE ALL STAN THIS COUFFAINE MAN

AND TOGETHER WE STAND AS THE LUKA COUFFAINE STAN CLAN

(or “Fan Clan” or whatever)

(I know there are a lot of “-an”s in that sentence but you get the point.)

But that just my ((our ;))) opinion (・ε・)



The Price of A Wish

Villain Luka au done! It was fun to write and surprisingly no Lila salt in this lol Anyway hope you enjoy it :D

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Tears rolled down Luka’s cheeks as he just stared blankly at the wall. He was sat on a bed in the small room of the Orphanage that he and his sister had been moved to after his father’s arrest five months ago. Not even a week later, his mother fell sick and ended up in a coma which she hadn’t woken up from. Luckily, Juleka and him hadn’t been split up and he had a plan in motion.  As soon as he turned eighteen, he would get custody of Juleka and they would change their names and leave Paris forever, However, she began to show signs of schizophrenia, claiming that this world wasn’t real. She had been drugged up to her eyeballs and babbled about the “real” world. Luka had tried to calm her down and tried to tell her that she was sick but she insisted she wasn’t. Over the last few months, she just got worst. She told him a bad cat had made a wish and how a bug needed to save the world but he didn’t understand what she meant. However, that no longer mattered because Juleka was gone. A week ago, she had managed to escape and had gone missing. Luka had tried to find her but he couldn’t. Every day he looked for her but never found her. Today had been no difference at first. However, he had seen a crowd gathered around the Eiffel tower. Curiosity got the better of him and he walked over. He regretted it. Lying on the floor and in a puddle of blood was Juleka. He screamed and broke through the crowd, rushing to her side. The police had grabbed him because he could reach her as he screamed her name. They took him aside and he told them who she was. That was six hours ago but as if that wasn’t bad enough, he got even worse news. The hospital had declared Anarka dead and switched her off life support. In less then a week, he had gone from having a loving family to losing everyone. His mother and sister were dead and his father was locked away in a secure prison after been arrested for terrorism. Luka didn’t understand it. Jagged wasn’t a perfect man but he was definitely not a terrorist. He was a rockstar for crying out loud or at least that what he believed… but apparently, he was the man who was the supervillain Hawkmoth. Luka didn’t want to admit it. He really didn’t but the evidence was there and Jagged had admitted it himself. As a result, Luka lost everything. His friends turned their backs on him, saying they couldn’t be friends with the son of a supervillain and his grandfather, the only living relative he had left, refused to adopt him for the same reason after his mother’s death. It’s how he ended up here with Juleka but part of him wondered that if Jagged been the supervillain was part of the reason why Juleka killed herself, though she insisted he wasn’t. Either way, it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. It didn’t matter that he was eighteen in a month’s time or that he was alone. It didn’t matter that his friends were gone and he had no family. Nothing mattered anymore and it would never matter again. Someone knocked on the door as he continued to stare. It opened and a woman walked in, frowning a little as she saw him. She didn’t want him there but he had no where else to go. However, seeing him just staring with tear stains on his cheeks made her heart hurt a little. He didn’t even acknowledge her as she walked over, holding a parcel.

“Luka…” She stated, hoping for some reaction. Nothing. He didn’t even blink. He just stared at the wall. He hadn’t eaten or moved from that spot since he got brought back by the police. “You have a parcel…”

Again, nothing so she sighed and put it on his bed before walking out and closing the door behind her. Luka slowly moved his head and looked over at it before picking it up. He tore off the paper and opened it, revealing two hexagon shaped boxes. Once again, curiosity got the better of him and he opened one of them, causing a purple ball of light to appear. He dropped the box as he stared at it before it formed a small butterfly like creature. He glanced down at the box and picked it up, seeing a butterfly shaped brooch inside. He looked up at the little creature and blinked.

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