Edluca Stories

I want to kill myself why was this writen Mpreg Don't read this

One where, Edgar is an immortal, and where Luca is a blind man. (Finished yalll

AU in which the Golden Ratio is considered a God to a group of people who are cast away from the rest of society to ensure their full devotion to this "cost" that has been laid upon them. Marco, the village leader, returned one night with a man he claimed was their God, fulfilling the promise he made years ago. While this life is nice for the "God," this life of secrets can only last so long before being destroyed by the truth he feared all along. In the present day, a newbie paranormal detective tries to make a name for themselves. Little did they know they would end up reuniting with an old acquaintance on his first case. Faced with the consequences of their past self, they must figure out a way to set things right and put this soul to rest.

just for you horny bastards

When the painter falls in love with the prisoner, he doesn't know how to react. No such greater sadness comes from knowing he didn't take the chance he had before coming to Oletus Manor.

Edgar meets a mysterious man at an art exhibition. After exchanging a glance, they part ways. Not to much later on they meet again on a flower infested balcony and have a lively conversation. They learn that they are not so different from each other. They decide to share a dance hoping to keep talking, although they didn't get that much of a chance. They part ways for the final time and both hope that they can stay in touch through letters. ________________ I made this a super long time ago and remaking this caption in dec 2024, IM BETTER AT WRITING NOW I SWEAR.... and ill prolly be revamping it, or just remake it altogether (it has alot of plotholes...) so if parts seem to be missing and dont make sense or are in different povs, thats my mb It'll be fixed in the new version.. maybe 😁😁 I'll be mentioning events and characters in Edgar's diaries so read these if you don't wanna be confused :33 https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-LKbbc7qCy5EH6SUjiWHpM1dG-AJI9KBJgvsx8M5wZQ/edit?usp=sharing

It was a quiet evening as the ballroom began to overflow with people, masks covering their facial features. However, Edgar didn't necessarily like being this way. [Art isn't mine, I do not know who the artist is]

An Edluca fan story, I hope you enjoy ^w^ It won't be exact, but I tried my best to make the characters fit their cannon personality.

fanfic 💕💕 Art by: Proizee

Idk this is my first story so sorry if it's complete trash ;0

"Friend? We are f r i e n d s " she thought again, im not lesbian am i? No... This wont work out anyway she is straight right? Heya! This is my first book im actually putting some effort in.... 😔😔😔 Im not amazing in lore so.. pls dont be mad if i do any mistakes ✨ Melannie is my comfort ship so im doing this! There will also be some side ships <3 If you will see this, please vote/coment, it gives nme alit of motivation!

18+ this will include Smut

balls in my mouth

𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐼𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠. -J. Lynn -------- This is an fanfic of the game IDENTITY 5, based on the ship Edluca (Edgar Valden/Painter x Luca Balsa/Prisoner.) and the song "Snowman." By Sia; it follows the theory that they knew each other before the manor and basically it's angst.

I don't know how to write a definition so uhm yeah, I guess this book will contain stories from ships in IDV Some stories may contain sexual contesnt, so please be aware of that. Things I will write: -Angst -Smut -Lemon -Lime -Headcanons -Fluff

this was a rewrite of @okxxystar 's tonton story but edluca version that i wrote fur class. I don't like it that much since I couldn't make it that romantic and i cut the end short, I might rewrite it in the future if anyonez interested. Also as the title implies Edgar dies lol

the edluca pair find an abandoned kitten at their doorstep, what are they gonna do with it

Edgar raised the paintbrush up to the canvas, his brain finally burning a suitable image into his mind. His fingers delicately wrapped around the paintbrushes handle, dipping it into the brown paint continuously. Stroking the canvases surface, the only light he got was the moon's cold rays seeping through the open window of his temporary room. Moving the paintbrush back, Edgar stared at his work. He had painted out the image of the brown haired prisoner onto the now used canvas after a few hours. Edgar raised his hand up, his fingers lingering just above the wet paint. Shutting his eyes, He sighed. "For now, it's safe to say you became my inspiration, Balsa." Edgar softly mumbled under his breath for the stars of the night to hear.

uh hey first time for all of us so this is my first one so yeah uh no smut anyways bye (art not mine don't come for me with forks)