A/N: This one's adapted from "The Gods Must Be Lying", a fansong by Phemiec about the Homestuck fanfic The Serenditpity Gospels by urbanAnchorite and duedlyfirearms/schellibie/Shelby Cragg. It's a good fic, albeit unfinished, and Homestuck's a good series too if you have the time, but the song's lovely even without context (I listened to it before reading the fanfic: it's why I went and read it), and I definitely recommend listening to it, because how the words are sung is not intuitive just by looking at the lines. Anyway, I found to song so lyrical I just had to adapt it, and the bisexual love triangle angle suits my headcanon Luigi best, so there you have it.
The Stars Must Be Lying
There's a boy here standing smiling in the castle like a dream,
He shines with every hair flick like no other prince I've seen,
He flies by like a madcap but is always duteous,
With his laughter and a quip he puts his steel against my gluteus.
And I could jump over his crown, I could stomp everyone down,
Or I could hold a secret in my soul until it decays brown,
But there is only boy and breath, silk-clad hands upon my chest,
Mouthing, "little plumber, greenest, loveliest of second best."
This Bean of gold, he's born of kings,
He smiles at my flaws, he drags me from my hollow cause,
He takes my limbs, he wraps them around him,
He takes my bro and takes my low and bets me coins and then…
These haunted, pink-eyed dreams that mite their way into my fear of me and mine,
These sprouts and jesters in my blood they mutter, "Take your sparks and climb
The inch of every sunshine love, you once swore you'd pay, nevermind."
When I am on the side of you, I'd say the Stars were always lying.
(Lying)
There's a girl pacing around me, a competitive princess,
Her pitches, backhands, driving, leaves all of the others passed,
But when our team breaks up on me missing the ball again,
Or crashing by the roadside, always shocked to see she's laughing then.
And I could save her if I try, but she don't need a coward knight,
Cuz I'm afraid of how she'd hurt me if I fail to make things right,
But there is only girl and grin, silk-clad hands brushing my skin,
Picture you and I, pretending we are more than two has-beens.
This queen of where, she's born of sand,
She answers to no one, she will not let me drop her hand,
She spins and swirls, she wears her orange dress,
She holds my soul with hot and cold, and makes me feel duress.
These haunted, gold-eyed dreams that mite their way into my fear of me and mine,
These masks and misters in my blood they mutter, "Take your doubts and climb
The inch of every spinoff fling, I once swore I'd pay, nevermind."
When I am on the side of you, you'd say the Stars were always lying. (Lying)
Your Stars they must be lying. (Lying)
My Stars they must be lying. (Lying)
Lying…