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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 26

Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.

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Part 26: So it begins

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I was trapped in a chair. Something was clamped around my head and kept it firmly tied to the back of the chair. My arms and legs were completely immobile, not a centimeter of space left. I could feel Alastor's panic. I let out a scream as I pulled hard against the chair, completely helpless.

Burning pain ran along the sides of my head. I screamed louder, harder, and fought tooth and nail for my magic just barely out of reach.

Next thing I know I'm running through the forest. I was in my Dragon form, my large claws clearly in view as I jumped across streams and weaved through the trees. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

I came to a clearing and stopped. Standing across was a man in all white. He spread his huge bird-like wings and pointed a finger at me. A moment later I was on my side, shaking from pain, as he stood over me with clenched fists.

He lifted one fist and brought it down on my face.

My head jerked back and I gasped. Alastor flinched awake, eyes snapping open and scanning the room for danger. My own eyes remained locked on him as wide as they could go. I couldn't take a deep breath.

"Another nightmare my dear?" he asked sweetly, hand coming up to cup my face. I couldn't move. He noticed and pushed his mind further into mine than usual. He lowered my heart rate and loosened my shoulders. He moved down my body until the tip of my tail was no longer tense.

"A vision," I breathed. "Something was wrong. I was trapped and something was happening to you."

"I won't let anything happen to either of us, my darling." That was what he always said after my nightmares.

"But what if something does happen?" I pressed.

"Darling," his tone was firm, "we don't know when these events will occur or if they can even be considered visions. You have yet to discern between a vision and dream. This could be your fear creating nightmares."

I let out a short, terse sigh and sat up. I couldn't see but I knew he was rolling his eyes and sitting up as I slipped out of bed.

"Darling--"

"I don't appreciate you discounting me like that. Six surface Overlords are gone, Blackwater is creating an empire through word of mouth, and we barely survived getting away from him last time. How are you not concerned?" I faced him with my arms extended in exaggeration.

"Last time he lured us into a trap." He stood up and ran a hand through his messy hair. If I wasn't so upset I might've considered it attractive. "He is nothing against me in a full scale battle. He cannot harm you or this Haven while I am here." He crossed the room to place a gentle hand on my cheek. My tail came around to wrap on his ankle. "Let me worry about this, darling."

I was quiet. There were a lot of things I wanted to say to him. I wasn't some useless weak mage, not anymore. My magic was getting better with every day and I was doing a lot in the Haven to get it more fortified and help with morale. And why wasn't he showing even just the slightest bit of concern? He could've died last time we ran into Blackwater. He was building an army as we spoke. Alastor was good but even he could be overrun if there were enough of them, especially if they had Overlord magic.

Alastor brought his other hand up to hold my face in both hands. He tried to catch my eyes but I forced my head down. He moved his hands to my shoulders and gently squeezed them, trying in every way to get me to look at him without forcing it. I kept our minds separate but allowed him to press along my shields like he usually did.

He succumbed to hugging me instead. I pressed my cheek into his chest while his arms folded over my shoulders and behind my head. I took a long, slow deep breath of his cedar wood scent. I had the urge to cry. I knew it wasn't from just this one nightmare. I've been having them steadily now and each time he told me they were nightmares, nothing more. He could help sooth the nightmares but that didn't prevent the effect it had on me during the day. It was getting overwhelming.

I rubbed my face on his soft black long sleeve. He brought a hand up to my head and ran his claws lightly along my scalp. I let out a hum of satisfaction, the muscles in my arms loosening around his waist. He pushed further on my shields and I finally let him in, melting our minds together. I felt warmth seeping through my body and relaxing all the tight muscles. I was surprised to see how much of an effect my physique had on my mentality.

How did he always manage to relax me like this?

"I will take extra precautions, my love," he finally said, chest vibrating as he spoke. My arms wrapped tighter around him and I smiled.

"Thank you."

"Can I have a kiss now?"

I tilted my head back to look at him, finally meeting his gaze. "Is that all you were looking for?"

One of his ears fell to the side. "It wasn't an attempt to manipulate you."

I laughed, bringing my hands up to his face and pulling him down for a brief kiss. "I know, Al. Thank you for listening." My ears picked up on a certain sound. My tail moved up his leg and the sound grew faster. I noticed his smile wobble a little but before I could make a comment he kissed me again. My tail continued up until it found his own tail. It had been wagging. I laughed into the kiss and tried to pull away but he refused, hands holding my face firmly against his so I couldn't say anything.

I tried moving my body to pull away and one of his hands came down to wrap behind my back. He pulled me flush against his body as his other hand moved to the back of my head, lips parting mine and long tongue slipping through. I made a surprised noise and gripped his shirt in my fists. He hummed into the kiss, making me moan.

I pulled away finally, shocked at my own actions, and quickly looked at anything other than him. His chuckle was deep in his chest. He planted a kiss on my cheek then on the side of my forehead.

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"What do you mean he's missing?" I asked Althea, struggling to find a way to put our healer at ease. Vivian and Vilcin were also trying to talk to her but she was pacing like we'd never seen her do before. Vilcin was visibly upset at their friend's behavior, concerned owl noises bubbling in their throat. Vivian was the better of us three, trying to make conversation and pull out information from anything and everything.

"He's gone. My brother he's...he's just gone. No note, no word, no nothing." She grabbed random things off her shelves and pretended to busy herself. "The guards haven't seen him all day, either. Where could he have gone? He doesn't just disappear."

Althea had been reunited with her brother only recently. Husker had lead a group to save more fighters from the rings and it took mere seconds for Althea to find her brother as she surveyed them all for injuries. He joined the guards as most of the fighters did and any time he wasn't on duty he was in his sister's hut. To be honest, I was often jealous of their close relationship. Even after years of being separated, they came back like no time had passed.

A funny feeling settled in my chest and not a good one. Part of me worried if it was a trap of some kind but it wasn't as if I couldn't not help my friend. I was always the one who went out and searched for angry runaways with worried friends and families.

Althea was so upset. She wasn't thinking in her usual calm way. I had to do something to help her, even if that meant pushing past my own nerves. She was my friend, after all. One of my first friends in the haven.

I reached with my magic to see if Alastor was up at the house. I wanted to let him know that I was going out but he wasn't anywhere on the premise. That made me even more worried, however, that did mean I didn't have to argue with him over leaving the grounds. He would probably argue against it.

"Let me try finding him. I'm good with things like this," I said. Althea finally stopped moving. She turned to look at me as did the others. I waited a moment longer before turning and leaving the healer's hut. They all knew, especially Althea herself, about my worries of Blackwater. I had confided in them about my nightmares since Alastor wasn't the greatest when it came to the aftermath of those.

"Wait!" Althea called, "Let me go with you."

"Huh? Why?" I came to a stop as she ran up.

"At least you'll have someone with you out there. And I want to make sure he's okay when you do find him."

"I'm not sure, Althea," I admitted, "It's easier for me to move by myself as a Dragon. And we need to make sure our one and only healer is safe."

"You also need to be safe," she argued, "If anything happens to you, happens to Alastor, we're nothing against Blackwater."

"You have Charlie. She's pretty powerful. Plus her father is the King of Hell. He'll come to her aid."

"I'm not sure from the things she's told me." She glanced around to ensure no one was listening.

"Maybe we're reading too much into this," I tried, "your brother might have just gotten separated and lost. I'll be careful. I'm also powerful, you know." I turned away and started for the border before she could say anything else. The guards at the edge watched me but said nothing as I passed and morphed into my dragon form, quickly slipping into the forest.

I moved along the tree line until I caught wind of his scent. It was faint, obviously from the night before, and followed it further into the forest. I could smell others which told me he had been with a group. I felt my adrenaline surging through my veins. I missed moving through the forest like this, thinking of the scent and only that, and my claws kicking up dirt behind me. Even the wind slipping under my wings felt great. I felt free.

His scent grew stronger around certain areas. He must've stopped with the group a few times. Then at one point his scent diverted from the group. My nerves went up and reached out with my magic. Everything was on high alert now.

It took only a few strides before I realized something was up. I felt a presence nearby. It wasn't Alastor's and it wasn't Blackwater's. It didn't even feel normal; didn't feel natural. This had to be Blackwater's work. This was a trap. But I couldn't turn back. Not now. I had to save Althea's brother. I couldn't wait for Alastor either. Blackwater might be trying to extract magic from her brother this very moment.

I came to a clearing and dug my heels into the dirt. Standing on the other end was a man in white. He noticed my presence almost immediately, spinning around and extending huge golden wings.

My vision. It's happening!

His face was all black with sharp yellow eyes and teeth. He had black claws and horns. What kind of Demon was this?

"Well well well, nice to finally meet the bastard he spawned," the man said.

"Who are you?" I demanded as I shifted into my Demon form.

"The name's Adam. Like Adam the first man."

"First man?"

"Ch-yeah. I'm the Adam. From the Bible." He planted his fists on his wide hips.

"The Bible?" I deadpanned.

His toothy smile disappeared. "Do you seriously not know what the Bible is?"

I shook my head. "No. I've never heard of it."

"How? It's literally the most popular and controversial book in the whole fucking world."

"So what are you?" I asked.

"I can't fucking believe this." He crossed his arms. "I'm a fucking angel."

He talks weird.

"You look like a Demon, though." I knew Angels existed, being half of one myself, but I had never actually seen one. I thought they might not have a way to cross onto the surface like Demons did.

"Angels don't have a demonic look so I took that into my own hands. But here, let me demonstrate so you actually believe me." He pointed a single finger and a gold beam shot out. I barely moved off the line of trajectory and was thrown backwards into a tree. Stabbing pain throbbed in my shoulder, the smell of burning flesh reaching my nose almost immediately.

I looked down at my shoulder to see a large, steaming hole straight through it. The burning spread from the wound and went down my arm and seeped into my chest. Panicked, I immediately healed the wound and stopped whatever it was from reaching my heart.

My eyes looked up at him through my hair.

Game time.

There was no going back.

I moved to all fours as he spread his wings out. I waited, wanting him to make the first move. And he did. He flew at me at insane speed, barely giving me enough time to roll out of the way. His wings weren't obeying the laws of gravity.

I went into the woods and kept him at a distance with the dense trees. Where was Althea's brother? Where was he keeping him?

I came around a tree and uprooted it as he flew by. He slammed into the roots and crashed into the next one. I jumped on him and pinned his wrists to the ground, claws covering his to prevent him from using his death ray. I used my wings to pin his to the ground as well with surprising ease. I felt bigger. I felt deadly. I felt powerful. What other magic could this Angel do? Surely I was superior because I had both types of magic.

"What a position you've put me in," Adam smirked, "does your soulmate know you do this to other men?"

"Where is the boy?" I demanded, ignoring his remark.

"Like I would fucking tell you." His laugh was cut short when I sank my teeth into his shoulder. The taste was sweet on my tongue but my adrenaline was overpowering the urge. It actually made me uncomfortable to taste anyone else's blood other than Alastor's. "You little bitch!" he yelled as I lifted my head. "Is that how we're playing?"

He twisted my wrist funny and his yellow beam shot through my hand and hit my nose. I fell back and rolled away, clutching my face. He kept shooting at me as I fled among the trees. I uprooted the ground beneath him just to get him to stop.

I casted wind through the trees and sent him tumbling head over heels. I covered my bleeding face and healed the injury on my nose. My shoulder still ached from the first time he hit me. Maybe he didn't have the magic I had as a Demon but that beam of his was incredibly deadly. He could kill me if it hit my head.

I shuddered as Alastor looked through my eyes. I suddenly lost sight of Adam and panicked. I picked a direction and ran, weaving in and out of the trees. Where had he gone? I had blinked and he was gone. That wasn't possible, surely.

Something hard hit my face. It snapped my head to the side and I fell hard on my injured shoulder. I rolled once and slammed my face into a tree. I attempted the 'force field' Alastor had been teaching me. It was short high wings really close to my body to keep anything from reaching me. Though it probably couldn't do anything against his death ray.

A hand gripped my hair and slammed my face into the ground. Adam stepped on my wings and brute forced me onto my back, effectively popping my wing out of its socket. I cried out as he straddled me and closed his hand around my throat.

I felt Alastor reaching for me through our bond but something else, something bright, stopped him. I felt my soul being torn from my body. The pain wasn't physical but no words could describe such a horrible feeling. My mouth opened in a silent scream as it felt like stitches were being popped out the further my soul came from my body.

I shot my magic through my own soul and into Adam's. I pictured grabbed his throat with my own black claws. He suddenly let go and my soul snapped back into my body. My connection with Alastor wobbled.

"I'm done playing these games," he growled, standing up but not removing his feet from either side of my injured form. I was shaking uncontrollably. "You, half bastard, will get what you deserve soon enough."

He finally stepped off my wings and I rolled onto my side. He knelt beside me and grabbed my shoulders. A moment later everything felt as light as a feather.

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Author's Note:

What's gonna happen? Who knows? All I know is that this is the 51st PART! That's so many! And you've been with me since the beginning <3

Next part will come Wednesday morning at the latest.

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#demi demon #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #soulmate au #soulmates #reqs open

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twothumbsandnostakeincanon · 8 months

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got possessed by a writing ghost for exactly two pages.

Re: this post.

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Stiles wasn't even supposed to be in this part of the preserve. Technically it was Hale land, and normally he would be giving it a wide berth. No sense in drawing the attention of a huge pack while they seemed perfectly content to ignore the witch in town. He didn't need a herd of hall monitors watching his every step.

However, he'd noticed a small patch of plants there, that he'd been unable to find anywhere else in the preserve, and a couple of them were extremely valuable. "Month Long European Vacation” valuable. And he was jonesing for some Swiss chocolate.

So, he didn't see the harm in a little bit of a stealth charm. Just a touch of misdirection magic. He'd slip in and slip out, and the Hales would never need to know.

Or at least, they wouldn't have, had one of them not been face down in the mud next to the plants he wanted.

Stiles mused as he carefully picked and jarred the roots, keeping one eye on the motionless figure. It looked pretty dead. Stiles was still sure the Hales would never know he was here; his spellwork was comprehensive and the rain was washing away any slight evidence his magic might leave behind.

He stood up and tucked the last jar away in his bag, brushing his wet hair away from his face as he considered the lump of werewolf in front of him.

Werewolf teeth could go for a lot with the right buyer.

And a Caribbean vacation could be nice after the European vacation.

He stepped a bit closer, checking out the face. It was beat to hell, and only vaguely familiar. A Hale for sure, but not one that stuck close. Maybe the pack wouldn't even be looking for him.

Stiles gave the body a little kick.

It groaned.

"Fuck," Stiles swore to himself, imaginary money evaporating from his wallet as the not-quite-corpse sluggishly moved.

He crossed his arms, tapping his fingers as he considered. Having a favor to call on from a werewolf pack was it’s own kind of valuable, really. He wasn’t looking for friendship bracelets, but it could be nice to have a one-time call out up his sleeve.

He kicked the werewolf one more time to make sure he was still alive, and was answered with a twitch of the hands, claws flexing in and out for a moment.

“I don’t think those are gonna be a lot of use to you buddy,” Stiles muttered, finally crouching down to put a hand on him, rolling him over to fully assess the situation.

His critical eye noticed the injuries weren’t healing at the usual rate. Alpha inflicted. Damn. The Hales weren’t going to owe him jack shit if he brought back someone they kicked out. Maybe the injuries had been given by an outside Alpha? There was just no way of knowing without asking.

Stiles sighed resignation and reached in his bag for that most magical of cures: epinephrine.

He briefly considered acting out his Pulp Fiction fantasies, but went with the thigh instead. The wolf’s eyes shot open a moment after deploying the pen, growling and snarling, arms and legs not quite under his command yet, but swinging enough for Stiles to quickly stand up and step back.

“Hey,” he shouted over the rain and growls. “HEY. Who half-assed your transformation into a corpse?”

The werewolf snapped his eyes onto Stiles for the first time, half lunging before falling directly back into the ground.

“Alright Mudcakes, you’re not really in a position to be making threats. Tell me who fucked up your shit. Was it your Alpha or another one? If I take you back to your pack are they just going to finish the job?”

“I have no Alpha,” the werewolf snarled, still struggling to move in a direction that might reach Stiles someday.

“Well that answers that I guess,” Stiles muttered to himself. He was soaking wet at this point, and fully ready for the shower he’d been intending to take as soon as he got home. He should really just leave and let the werewolf drama run its course. Not his circus, not his monkeys. Or wolves, in this case.

But… the opportunistic wheels wouldn’t stop turning in the back of his head. Sure there would be no werewolf teeth to sell, and there would be no favor owed from a large pack… but someone from inside the pack with no loyalty to it could also be valuable. Information sold even better than spells sometimes.

The wolf’s movements were slowing already, the epinephrine burning through his blood faster than a human’s.

The wolf would probably be easy enough to control for at least the next few days, given the ratshit state of him. What harm could it do to at least bring him back to the shop for a night? Stiles was sure he’d be grateful, at least.

With the other option being facedown dead in pond mud, how could he be anything but adoringly thankful?

#He Is Not Thankful.#I'm not going to write it but I want everyone to know that Peter absolutely steals a bunch of Stiles's shit #this blog needs a tag for my bullshit #tumblr fic and kinda fic

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ultraericthered · 10 months

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A tale of two evil Disney kings.

I put this out not to make any statement about how one villain compares to the other, but to compare how similar in the spirit and the details of their evilness these two are; the last straight up Big Bad of a Disney animated movie before the next decade and the first straight up Big Bad of a Disney animated movie we've gotten since.

And I also want to touch upon something that confounds me.

King Magnifico, despite the film teasing at him being a nuanced and even sympathetic character at first, ended up becoming a villain vile and irredeemably heinous enough to be upvoted as a Complete Monster on TV Tropes. Majority vote approved, so that's fair. ...But Turbo, the dude with a similar rap sheet, is still not only ruled a non-example, he's in the "never to be discussed again" category for all the nixing of adding him to the trope ever since 2012. Because why, exactly? I am legitimately finding no good justification for this now.

Turbo locked away his subjects' memories within Sugar Rush's code without giving them any say on the matter (whereas with Magnifico it's at least a contractual arrangement between him and the people who give their wishes to him), and while the Sugar Rush characters don't appear to be acting all that off in any way besides not remembering Vanellope, no one in Rosas really seems to be suffering, depressed, dispirited, and poor off from having given up their wishes and forgotten about them either: it's a frequent criticism that they all seem to happy and prospering, and that the bad side of Magnifico's reign is more told to us than shown. The suffering only really visibly occurs on-screen when Magnifico takes and breaks the wishes (though even then it's written off as "making people feel sad" by a lot of watchers, so it's not easy to argue it's all that heinous). And sure, Turbo's manipulation of Ralph left Ralph with more of a choice to make regarding Vanellope's cart and her ability to race compared to Magnifico with Simon, but that could be argued to make Turbo that much more insidious and reprehensible in his approach.

And then we have Cy-Bug Turbo vocally making clear his intent to overtake all games in the arcade he chooses and forcing Ralph to watch the Cybugs attack Vanellope, comparable to Magnifico vocally making clear his intent to break all wishes in Rosas in order to enslave the despirited masses forever and forcing them all to watch him torture Asha. Yes, the latter might hit harder since it's such a betrayal of all the people he was supposed to be protecting and caring for, but that doesn't make Turbo's climactic villainy any less heinous. Turbo lacks magic powers, he's just a program who overrode that of a Cy-Bug and intends to make full use of the bug's capabilities to infect the lifeblood of other games and to physically harm others, namely Ralph, who he tells straight to his face that he wants to kill. And like Magnifico with the dark magic tome, Turbo's code merging with the Cy-Bug doesn't destroy his moral agency, it only makes him into a more unhinged, unfiltered and destructive version of the same cruel, egomaniacal asshole he already was. The fact that he uses the words "virus", "arcade", and "game" in the same sentence proves he's not merely another instinctive Cy-Bug; he knows exactly what he's doing, and sets out to hurt countless others knowing that he's hurting them not caring, and even relishing it.

Well at least we have other trope wikis to look to if we wish to find Turbo under his rightful classification. He is a Complete Monster, period. With the raw deal TV Tropes has given him for over a whole decade, he's the one who should sing "This Is The Thanks I Get?"

Yes, I am aware that the Complete Monster trope is not a badge of honor or trophy for whatever villain ends up on it,

No, I could not pass up this image.

#Disney #Wreck-It Ralph #Wish #disney villains #Turbo #King Candy #King Magnifico #comparison #TV Tropes #references #pure evil #complete monster #double standards #hypocrisy #stupidity #TV Tropes NUTJOBS!

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iamnmbr3 · 6 months

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hi again! So i remembered some points these days that i decided to share 'cause who pictures drarry better than you?

The fact that in CoS, harry used rictusempra on draco like really?? Did you seriously intend to tickle your arch-enemy in a DUEL?(idk but i never imagined draco as a truly happy kid bc happiness isn't brought about teasing and mocking or boasting but here i just love the way draco is genuinely laughing, it's cute to me...idk maybe i go too deep into it^^)..harry it's actually harmless and draco's just wheezing but you still wait bc you think it's unsporting?like what?standing there and watch him wheeze?i know harry is a verrryyy good person but c'mon it's playfulness rather than fighting!

I recalled a meta i read some time that talked about malfoy manner scene(when harry grabbed 3 wands from draco's hand and cast stupefy on greyback)that how, deciding to grab wands, harry actually didn't think draco is gonna do the same & cast triple stupefy or sth worse to hurt him and keep them there? he thought he's gonna help or hand wands over?really wanted to know his thoughts here:(

Thanks for reading!

Ah you are too kind! <3

1) I really like the dueling scene in book 2 because it's a great parallel to the much more serious duel they have in book 6. (Books 2 and 6 parallel each other in many ways and this is only one of them). We see Harry incapacitate Draco harmlessly with Rictusempra in book 2, and then much less harmlessly with the somewhat similar sounding Sectumsempra spell in book 6. In book 2 Snape helps Draco with the duel and in book 6 he (unwittingly) helps Harry through his old potions book which teaches Harry the Sectumsempra spell. (As an aside I always thought maybe Serpensortia was another one he'd invented).

In terms of Harry not using very aggressive spells in this scene I think it makes sense since it's only second year so he's not that good of a dueler yet and also since he's not actually fighting Draco out of anger here (unlike in book 4 for example) but rather because he's been told to. However, I do think it's quite interesting and kind of adorable that he hangs back and doesn't want to attack Draco while he's down even though, as you say, it's only a tickling spell. Certainly doesn't seem like Harry's feeling that vindictive towards someone he dislikes...

And also Draco at this point may actually know more spells for fighting than Harry does. I mean I'm sure his parents don't enforce the no magic at home rule. But he opts for very harmless things too. Not only here, but also when they actually fight in book 4 outside Snape's classroom. He doesn't like hurting people. Especially Harry. Though I'm sure he'd see this as a failing and want to avoid admitting it to himself.

2) Yeah the Manor scene is fascinating and very, very drarry for many reasons. The wand bit is quite extraordinary because Harry doesn't disarm Draco with magic. He physically wrestles them out of Draco's hands. And yet Draco, despite putting up a bit of a fight at first, apparently can't bring himself to simply use magic against Harry which he certainly could have done since he's still holding the wands.

And we know he has fast reflexes because he was nearly as good a Seeker as Harry and was also able to hold his own against Harry in sixth year for a few rounds - longer than pretty much anyone else Harry has dueled - despite the fact that by that point Harry is absolutely deadly in a duel. And yet Draco does nothing to incapacitate Harry with magic and instead surrenders the wands, leaving himself defenseless.

And Harry in his turn completely ignores Draco from that point on and doesn't do anything to harm him at all even though he immediately stuns Lucius on sight. Apparently in Harry's mind Draco's in another category though...

#asks #drarry #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter

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lucagray813 · 10 days

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Shadow Monkeys

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 1,691

Main Characters: MK, Macaque, Bǎi Hé

Relationships: None

Summary: There are some odd monkeys on the other side of the island and MK and Bǎi Hé are excited to meet them.

Additional Tags: Worldbuilding, monkeys

CW: None

Link to AO3 Version

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On the other side of the island, about as far from Water Curtain Cave as you could get, there was a much smaller mountain that hid an extensive library. And as impressive as it was, MK couldn't help but roll his eyes at the dark and gothic decor - there were no prizes to be won for guessing who it belonged to.

But while the library was cool and all, it was its occupants that he was really interested in. Because there was a whole troupe of silent, dark-furred monkeys that lived here in harmony with an uncountable number of shadow elementals.

He'd never even heard of shadow elementals before, let alone seen one and he couldn't say for certain he wouldn't have preferred to live in ignorant bliss. They existed as purely 2D creatures moving over every surface in the library. And while he was sure they couldn't physically harm him, the way they moved and changed shapes made him uncomfortable.

And he wasn't convinced they weren't deliberately trying to freak him out. Because why else would several of them come together to form some huge, monstrous silhouette while his back was turned and then only scatter once he'd all but tripped over himself in fear?

And he swore it was just him they were doing it to!

But as sour as he was about that, it was fascinating to watch the monkeys interact with them. All of the monkeys were impressive shadow puppeteers, able to contort their hands, or even their whole bodies, in elaborate ways in order to communicate with the elementals.

He couldn't really understand what they were saying to each other but he could see that the two groups liked to play with one another. Monkeys would chase and "catch" elementals using their shadows or elementals would lead monkeys to a surprise with a series of clues. He was even confident there was some sort of shadow version of Rock, Paper, Scissors being played.

If the elementals didn't give him the creeps he probably would have thought the whole thing was pretty cute. Bǎi Hé definitely seemed to think so, and she wasn't at all put off by the elementals, but given the shadow lantern hanging from her belt he wasn't at all surprised.

She had wandered away from him a while ago to squat by a monkey and an elemental to try and learn the rules of their game so she could join in.

When they had first arrived, it had taken several sharp warnings to both the monkeys and the elementals to stop them swarming either Macaque or Bǎi Hé. Some of them were curious about him too but clearly lacking any sort of shadow magic made him significantly less appealing.

He wandered over to where Macaque was going through a stack of books looking for whatever it was they'd come here for in the first place. To be honest, he hadn't been paying that much attention - he had just wanted to tag along and see what the fuss was about.

Conversationally, he asked, "So what's with the monkeys? Red Son and Mei have theories and I'm really hoping they're both wrong."

He'd, of course, been sending live updates of his adventure to their group chat - including pictures and videos - and it hadn't taken them long to put on their conspiracy hats.

Red Son suggestions centred around the theme of Mad Scientist Macaque manufacturing them for some, possibly nefarious, purpose and he deliberated whether these were the intended outcome or simply failed experiments that he had locked away here.

Mei was pretty convinced Macaque had just banged a load of monkeys back in the day and these were his many, many descendants but given these were monkeys and not demons that theory sort of gave him the ick.

Not turning away from his task, Macaque responded, "Just what generations of hanging around with shadow elementals will do to you."

He was exceedingly grateful Mei was wrong but that didn't necessarily rule out Red Son's theory.

"Yeah, why are there so many of those here? I swear I've never seen them anywhere else."

Macaque shrugged, "They tend to show up anywhere I spend a lot of time but you can find them out in the world - normally somewhere dark and quiet."

Well that would explain why he never came across them - dark and quiet generally wasn't his scene. It was actually just on the edge of too dark in here as it was and he kept having to use his golden vision just to make sure he didn't walk into anything.

Curious he asked, "How come there's none back at the palace? You spent loads of time there too, right?"

Most of the palace inside Water Curtain Cave probably didn't have the right conditions for them but there definitely was the odd tunnel or abandoned room they would find themselves right at home at.

Macaque explained, "I didn't spend that much time in the palace. But they don't like being around Wukong either. His magic hurts them. I'm actually a little surprised they're fine around you. Especially with your eyes becoming beacons of light every two minutes. Although it could just be because of how saturated with shadow magic this place has become they're able to tolerate it."

A little sheepish, he silently resolved to try and use his golden vision less. It was probably really annoying for everyone here if he was randomly glowing after all. Hopefully his eyes would actually adjust to the darkness if he gave them a chance.

He pushed on however, a little surprised at Macaque's response, "You didn't spend that much time in the palace? How come? I thought you lived there."

"I have a room there but let's say I wasn't particularly welcome most of the time. Wukong and most of the monkeys were happy to have me there. The other demons though? Not so much."

Despite not having the full story, he found himself immeasurably sad on Macaque's behalf but before he could question further he was startled by Bǎi Hé's voice suddenly appearing right beside him, "People don't like things they don't understand."

Macaque nodded, still not turning around, "Doesn't matter when or where you are you can always rely on that to be true."

Man, he forgot what a downer Macaque could be.

And seeing the sad acceptance on Bǎi Hé's face, he felt compelled to argue. But his passionate speech about the good in people was stopped before it could even start as a monkey used his head as a spring board to catch a moth.

Bǎi Hé snorted before bringing a hand up to stifle her laughter. He glared at the monkey but they seemed much more interested in Bǎi Hé's laughter, climbing up her clothes and coming to sit on her shoulder while trying to get a closer look at where the sound was coming from, which only prompted more laughter.

He couldn't keep up the glare, it was nice to hear Bǎi Hé sounding so happy after all.

Back to safer topics, he nodded towards the monkey and asked, "These little guys just hang about the library all the time?"

Macaque responded, "They do during the day - they're mostly nocturnal but you can find them outside in the surrounding area at night. They're pretty sensitive to sunlight."

He posed thoughtfully, "They're like the total opposite of the monkeys back at the cave - do you think they would get on with each other?"

Macaque shrugged, "No idea. They're far enough apart that it'd be rare for them to run into each other."

Maybe he was just hardwired to like monkeys but these little guys were growing on him - they definitely had some unique quirks but they were still island monkeys, "Would it be ok if I came and hung out with them when you're not here?"

"It's your island, Monkey King."

He scrunched up his nose, "I mean, technically yeah, but this is your place. These are your monkeys."

Macaque's tone was indifferent, "They don't belong to me and this place hasn't been mine for centuries - do what you want."

He frowned but Bǎi Hé piped up, "Can I stay here for a bit then?" She shot him a somewhat apologetic look, "The palace is sort of a lot..."

"Knock yourself out."

MK sagged a little at Bǎi Hé's admission. He had been the one to all but force her to take a break from her travels, and he thought she'd been enjoying her stay.

She was quick to reassure him, "I'll still come visit you in the palace! It is nice seeing you all! It's just a bit much when you're not used to it..."

The sound of her misplaced guilt had him picking himself up and trying to respond more upbeat than he felt, "I get it. We are all pretty high energy, even I need a break from it all now and then! But can I at least help you get set up here? We can tidy up and then go grab some supplies from the palace."

At least this way she was still close by.

She smiled, "I'd appreciate that, MK. C'mon, let's go find the best place for a bed first."

He turned back to Macaque to check that he was okay with this plan but he was met with an irritated look that told him just to get on with it already.

Geez, sorry for trying to be considerate.

Macaque could tell him all day this place and its inhabitants didn't mean anything to him but it really wasn't hard to spot his tells that sold him out - a little solid shadow here and there to play with monkeys, his shadow moving independently to pet a close by elemental, the care in which he showed the books he held.

All of it told him that this place mattered, that it was important, and if Macaque was entrusting him with its care then he would do everything he could to make sure no harm came to it.

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The Last Illuveterian - Part 1

Content Warnings: gore descriptions, death, blood, harm of children, food descriptions.

First Person POV: Raymond

I must begin my story by stating that I am the last of my kind. And because of that, as well as other reasons I will get into shortly, I cannot die. It is a fate I would never even begin to wish upon another being, as it is endless torture on one’s body and mind.

My species carries the name Illuveteris adopted from the Latin phrase “illi veteris lucis” or “those of old light” used to describe us by the humans of old. Though our species existed much before the evolution of Homo sapiens, I don’t know why a name had not been chosen or whether or not a name had even existed before that point; I could never find a reason in any of the texts I read over. Now, before I delve into how I became the last of my kind, and what led me to kill hundreds, if not thousands of humans, I should tell you a little bit about my species so that later occurrences make sense. It will seem like a whole lot of nothing, but it feels important to get out of the way so no inconsistencies occur. However, feel free to skip to the story.

As far as physical descriptions go: think of a glass frog when imagining this, being see-through and all. I do not look like a frog, nor am I shaped like one, it’s just an easy visualizer to begin. We actually look quite similar to humans in terms of shape and proportion. As far as we can tell, our most basic structure of a skeleton is either near or outright identical, however there are plenty of key differences. The most noticeable being the fact that the Illuveteris do not have any organs internal or external, in any sense. The food we eat is instantaneously completely transformed into energy. So, there is no waste needing to leave. And our young come from growing them through magic, sort of similarly to budding, between partners. We also lack the presence of “skin” as it’s known in others. We do have a flesh that encases our bones and lack of organs but the colors range and it’s entirely transparent. The different colors signify different personality traits. My color is important to the story so I will elaborate on those.

The color of one's body tells how they will act throughout the majority of their life. It doesn't mean that someone will always “act their color”, but it summarizes their entire future. There was often a pressure in my society to fully live up to your color, or to fully act the opposite, depending. Red means “honest”, often to the point of detriment. Orange is “gentle natured and calm”, in almost any and every situation. Those with orange bodies are often raised and trained to be decision makers. Yellow means “optimistic” and often end up as entertainers or the creative crowd. Green means “cold natured, un caring, emotionless”. Many were pushed to act as if they were any color but green. Purple means “loyal”. Those who were purple often stood up for those closest to them, sometimes putting themselves in harm's way. Blue means “Big hearted”. They often became knowers of medicine or therapists.

My color is, unfortunately, mostly blue.

Having a lack of organs, or “vital” body structures did not mean that we were impervious to harm. Our bodies are made of a physical condensed magic. We could very much still die. And many of us have. Back before the “incident” by several decades there was a small war waged between us and some other magical species, leaving our population to only about 160 members. I will stop the descriptions here. I have a couple candid photos of myself I took fairly recently, originally intended to document my scarring as I gain more and vitiligo as it spreads; however, they can act as a visual for how most Illuveteri looked, should anyone actually be interested.

How do I know that I’m now immortal? Well, several reasons, actually. Firstly, because of the things I have survived which should end life through mortal injury. I watched someone die of the same injuries I obtained shortly prior to me being the last. Secondly, I went back and read as much ancient text as I could as soon as I was able, and as soon as I located the records of the last time there was a single member of our kind left. This took many weeks of searching the expansive library. Roughly 64 million years ago was the last and only other case of a single member being left. That number probably sparks memories of certain mass extinctions. The texts were all written in the oldest forms of our language. We are all born knowing it, yet like any language, it evolves and meanings change. So making out exactly what they said was completely impossible. What I could piece together is that the magic our body is made of is sort of its own being in a way. But only partly. And it’s apparently a little bit slow as it only realizes something is incredibly wrong once there's only one life force left. If only it had noticed at 2. However, I digress. I’ll move on into the actual story now.

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I was born in the year 1930 in a castle heavily surrounded by the 17 and a half million acres of forests hidden in Maine. My mother was the queen of our kind. She was always busy, but often pulled away from her duties to bond with her children; and my father, her royal assistant and lead magic researcher. He had a little more free time. Technically, all of my siblings and I were born to him. I had 4 older siblings. My oldest brother, Sage, 68; My sister, River, 46; My sibling, Briar, 27; and my twin sister, Sunni. We may have been twins but the entire family used to swear up and down that she was born first, making me the youngest.

The first part of my childhood I was spoiled, and I lived well. All the children had human nannies that had been hired to help raise us while our parents were busy. The nanny Sunni and I had was a hearty black woman from Louisiana named Cecelia. She made the best foods I’d ever eaten, and I’d give anything to see her again today.

On July 23, 1936, the day of mine and Sunni’s 6th birthday, there was an extravagant celebration commencing. Generally around the age of 6 is when Illuveterians begin to gain access and control of our magic, so it is deemed as a very important day. Massive festivities covered the yard and lavish food adorned tables covered in decorations. Both of us were dressed in ornate robes that had been made and set aside for this specific day, and atop our heads were small crowns, each designed to fit our exact specifications and desires. Cecelia had made several of our favorite dishes; jambalaya, etouffee, beignets, the list goes on. I’m glad I got to enjoy the food that day. It remains the only speck of happiness within a memory shrouded in horror. I cannot enjoy that summer's day anymore. All I seem to be able to force myself to do is mourn those lost once it rolls around every year.

My mother came to check on us as Cecelia finished the fastenings on our robes and made sure that our crowns were positioned so they wouldn’t fall off at any point.

“Thank you, Cecelia, for all the work you’ve put in for today. They both look stunning.” My mother smiled at her.

“Ma’am, you know these two mean the absolute world to me. I’d do anything for them.” Cecelia bowed her head slightly. My mother hummed gently.

“I see that Raymond is wearing River’s old crown. It looks nice on him.”

“River said I could!” I called back, hugging onto my mothers dress. I wasn’t anywhere near tall enough to reach anything further.

“He insisted on wearing it.” Cecelia chimed in, “Said it was so pretty and he wanted to wear it for their birthday.”

“Well, so long as River agreed to it, then there’s no issue. Now, I believe it’s time for dinner.” My mother smiled again, putting a hand on both of our heads. Sunni and I ran off to the dining table, being sure to take our seats as quickly as possible.

We had eaten well and played many games. It was just as we were getting to the cake and presents that events kicked off in the entirely wrong direction. I remember I had just taken the first bite of my slice of cake when a guard hurriedly walked forward and whispered to my mother. A look of worry covered her face and she rushed out the door. I turned to Cecelia for an answer, which was met by a smile and a hand on my back. I kept eating. It was a coconut cake paired with pineapple ice cream. The thought of those flavors make me feel sick nowadays. I was 3 bites in when I heard a scream. It was my mother’s. I looked over to Sunni and saw she had also heard it and was visibly scared. Several of the guests began to panic. Every guard in the room took off running in the direction the scream came from. My father was with them. Several loud popping noises sounded nearby. At the time I didn’t know what they were, but now I know very well that they were gunshots. Cecelia took the plates from our hands and set them on the table, picking the both of us up and walking quickly into a nearby bedroom - her own. Admittedly, she was probably a little rougher than she meant to be. As soon as we were within her room she shut the door, and I heard the lock click. She ushered the two of us into the closet, motioned for us to stay quiet, kissed each of us on the forehead, and closed the doors. Through the tiny gap left between the doors I could see her rummage through the bedside table and pull out a large kitchen knife. I remembered having seen her cook with it and wondered when she’d stashed it. She then pushed the dresser in front of the door. Its legs scraping against the wooden floor were loud. From within the closet I could hear more pops ringing out. Several people were screaming. I remember a few of the screams being abruptly cut off. Sunni was crying and I am certain I was as well.

Cecelia sat herself on the edge of the bed, right in front of the closet, yet facing the door. She had such a grip on the handle of the knife that her knuckles were white, a stark contrast to her complexion. I saw a tear roll down her cheek as she grit her teeth. She looked over to the closet and smiled. It was forced and fake, but she was trying her best to keep the both of us calm. It felt like hours before nothing more could be heard. Though, it was probably only minutes. The door handle rattled furiously as someone on the other side tried to open it. They then threw themselves against the ornate oak. It was sudden and the breach of the silence caused me to jump. Sunni whimpered and covered her mouth. The banging continued. Cecelia shook as fear encompassed her person. She stood and pointed the knife to the door, though she looked like she might collapse at any second. Her face seemed to pale to an ashen gray. I, at least, had assumed that it would be too sturdy to be broken through. I learned very quickly that I had assumed wrong.

The wood of the doorframe splintered, loudly cracking as the lock gave way, the door slamming into the dresser, leaving barely an inch of view. I could hear a deep and gruff laugh. It sounded as if whoever it had come from had been smoking for the majority of his life - and I’d bet he had. Once he had the door busted from its lock he simply pushed against it to move the dresser. And once again that awful sound of its legs scraping the floor sounded out. Cecelia was frozen for a moment. I could not see who she was looking at but his footsteps were thundering. Within moments a very large figure towered over Cecelia, blocking nearly my entire view of her. She came back to her senses and swung the knife at the man, who easily dodged and ripped it from her hands. He grabbed her hair with one hand and she let out a cry of pain. He lifted her near effortlessly off the floor to be eye level with himself.

She held his gaze, refusing to look at us. There was a stubbornness in her facial expression. In pain and imminent danger, yet continuing to protect us. He took the kitchen knife and plunged it into her stomach, dropping her to the floor right after. Unbeknownst to me, Sunni had stood over me to peer out, and she let out a gasp. That was all the indication the man needed. He made his way over to the closet doors, a crimson puddle forming around Cecelia as he did so. He did not throw the door open violently, instead choosing to slowly pull it open, peering down at us with an ear to ear grin on his face. He knelt down to where Cecelia’s body had fallen and removed the knife from her abdomen. He then crawled back over to the closet and began his seemingly endless shower of stabs. I turned away from him in an attempt to cover Sunni. As I did so I saw joy in his face. As I was the closest to the door I took the brunt of it all. The world was silent. I remember crying and screaming, but not hearing a bit of it. At some point I opened my eyes to look at Sunni. She was sobbing. My gaze fell to the floor as I was unable to keep my head up. As I did I felt the knife wiz through my hair just over my head, knocking my crown off. When I looked back up I saw the knife being pulled from Sunni’s face and ripping backwards across my left shoulder. I watched her body crumble and fade to nothing, just leaving her robes in a pile on the wood, covered in my blood. Her crown lay now atop it all. I yelled out for her. I yelled to nobody. That was the point I was officially completely alone. The last of my kind. The man had not stopped. I felt the knife then go through the back of my head a few times. The blade was long enough for it to go all the way through and out my forehead.

I felt a heat then envelop the whole of my body. It was as if molten metal coursed through me.. I had seen those older than me experience surges of magic, but never had I thought to imagine what they may feel like. It was quite an unpleasant feeling. My body at the time was not ready to handle such energy. I could see blue flames spouting out of every wound; yet they seemed to almost be just simple projections to the air around me, as they, themselves, seemed to produce no heat. It was then that my hearing came back as I heard the man behind me yelling out in pain. I could smell the sickly sweet scent of burning human flesh. It was overwhelming. The heat swelled hotter and hotter until a bright flash of white surrounded me. A void of nothingness. This, however, lasted only for a brief moment before I could feel myself falling. My body landed hard against a metal, grated floor; and the sound it made rang through a seemingly endless corridor. As my vision slowly faded out I caught a glimpse of a paper that had fallen off a table next to me. All I could make out on the page was ‘Dr. Z…’. And then all I knew was darkness.

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musecaravan-info · 1 year

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Owain ap Nudd

"You've seen my descent, now watch my rising." ~ Rumi ~

Basic Information

FACE/BODY CLAIM: Richard Armitage

AGE: Timeless

EYES: Dark brown

HAIR: Dark Brown; wavy, and hangs a little past his shoulders

HEIGHT: 6'2

PRIMARY OUTFIT: It depends on the time period, but Owain always prefers to look casually fashionable. Due to his situation, he doesn't have a lot of control over that, but when his choices/preferences are taken into consideration, he'll almost always look like he just stepped away from a 'men's fashion' photoshoot.

Personality

Owain is... complicated. And how he acts can be a bit dependent on WHERE in his timeline your muse happens to come across him. Generally speaking, he's a privileged royal (and usually acts it.) In other words, he typically believes that his status and his magic make him 'better' than most people. However, that belief doesn't stop him from treating others with care and respect.

This attitude is less apparent the longer it's been since he was cursed by Gwyn. Each master of the bottle wears him down a little more. Some of the attitude is still there, but usually he's just grateful to have a master who doesn't want to abuse the powers owning his bottle grants them.

If your muse was ever unlucky enough to be the first person to open Owain's bottle, they'd be in for a bit of a ride. Everything that happened to him and his servants and his home is still perfectly fresh. On top of that, his powers aren't being dampened by his castle anymore, so everything he does has more force behind it than he intends.

Powers & Weaknesses

Like his twin brother, Gwyn, Owain has all of the typical powers and weaknesses of fae royalty. He's a powerful creature whose magic makes him capable of doing countless things - summoning objects from nothing, controlling the weather, moving things with a mere gesture, altering his appearance with a simple thought. The list goes on.

However, the fact that he's been cursed changes things a little. He's not allowed to use his magic unless given permission to do so by his current master. And if ordered to do something with his magic, Owain has no choice but to comply regardless of whether he wants to or not.

The curse also binds Owain to his master's will. If they give an order - ANY order - he has to follow it. The longer he tries to not follow an order, the more pain he feels.

Owain also has all of the weaknesses of a typical fae (such as iron.) He usually won't mention those weaknesses unless specifically asked by his master... or it he thinks it might stop his master from giving an order that would do Owain harm.

Romance

Owain's situation is a little unique. Romance isn't something he really thinks is possible for him, not while he's cursed. On top of that, the last person he loved was raped, tortured, and murdered while he was forced to watch, so attachments make him wary.

Sex, on the other hand, is usually welcome if he finds the other person attractive. Keep in mind, sex with a master can be a teeny bit tricky. Owain is cursed to obey any order given, so if his master doesn't word things carefully/watch their phrasing, it could make things uncomfortable. Not every master who's owned Owain has cared, of course, but even the ones who do can make mistakes sometimes.

Where to Find Him

If you find his bottle, you find him. So basically, just about anywhere - on the beach, at an estate sale, in an antique shop, etc. If you have an idea for something, let me know and we can plot.

Verses

Just because a verse isn't listed here doesn't mean I'm not interested in writing it. I adore all kinds of AUs, and welcome the chance to get creative with my muses. If you've seen a verse that another of my muses has, and you'd like to see this muse in something similar, let me know. You can also check out my 'Plot Ideas' tag, too. ^_^

Main Verse:

Owain is basically a genie in a bottle... only without the three wish limit and without the ability to say 'no' to whoever owns him. Opening his bottle releases Owain and magically binds him to whoever opened it. If his master dies, Owain goes back into the bottle until someone new opens it. However, his master can also choose to give the bottle away (but that rarely happens.)

To avoid repetition, please read more about Owain's backstory here. Please be aware, this post has brief mentions of VERY dark situations.

Current/Ongoing Threads

If your thread with Owain isn't listed here it's probably because it's been long enough since your last reply that I thought you'd dropped it. Message me to let me know you're still interested, and I'll happily add you to the list (with no pressure for a reply.) ♡

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Afraid of Standing Still (Main Verse)

Stuff That's Good to Know Before Starting a Thread

Owain's backstory is dark, and it's possible that he will have nightmares about it. He also thinks about it now and then, so there will be brief mentions of dark topics. However, I promise to never go into any graphic details without getting approval from my partner first.

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superglitterstranger · 2 years

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Purification Herbs Other Than Sage | Alternatives To White Sage

Here are some other purification herbs that you can burn as incense in place of sage. Due to media dabbling and along with long standing misconceptions in magickal herbalism as a practice amount wiccans and those of the magickal communities, sage (specifically white sage) has been put on the "watchlist for potentially endangered species" due in part to over foresting of the herb to provide the high demand of this herb mainly for use as incense by consumers who have heard the herb has strong purification powers.

Unfortunately they purchase this herb in bulk from ill reputed vendors adding to the danger of the herb becoming extinct. As such if you were to use white sage it is highly recommended that you grow your own and or only buy from local sources and reputable vendors. In response to the herb being put on the watch list for potentially endangered species I have compiled a short basic list of alternative herbs that can be used the same purpose.

It is good for anyone practices magical herbalism to understand the impacts of over foresting, though dabblers and lay people may not intend to grow what they use, a savvy practitioner of the magical community should know better.

Here's your alternative list to white sage for purification incense:

Clove- a powerful purification herb especially against harmful energy. Grind whole cloves with mortar and pestle, a little goes a long way.

Frankincense- always a classic, this herb will raise the vibrations of an area pushing out harmful energy.

Cinnamon- careful with this one as cinnamon also increases energy of a space, be sure to ground afterwards.

Cedarwood- highly spiritual wood that raises the the vibration of a space to such a point that low vibrational intoxic energy cannot remain. This is one of my favorite ingredients for purification incense and it is very easy to come by.

Palo Santo- another very spiritual aromatic wood very popular in Latin culture especially in the tradition of brujeria. Palo Santo is an all-around purifier is cheap and a little goes a long way with this pungent wood. Light and let the smoke fill in the area you wish to purify. It will instantly clear and bless the space from all harmful unwanted energy.

Bright Blessings

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junehan · 3 years

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#805A40 ┈ ekko x fem! reader ; genre/trope: (physical)hurt comfort (??) , not sure ekko gets in a fight and you save him ; wc: 1300+ warnings: mentions of blood, ekko gets beat up

[08:20am] ekko steps backwards, wincing quietly as pain digs into his right ankle. his knee buckles and the boy has to force himself to balance, knowing the small creature by his side would do little good if he gave in.

the three men snicker at his show of weakness and close in around the pair, malicious intent glinting off the shine of knives and axes.

heimerdinger flutters nervously around ekko's feet, jittering and uncertain. "gentlemen," he stutters. "we mean you no harm. as you can see, my good friend here is injured, so, eh, if you could let us through..." he trails off as one of the men laughs.

"my, we can't have that now can we?" the men step closer, laughing to themselves. "say, if you hand over that fancy watch you have tucked in your pocket there, little boy, we might be able to give you a little something. what do you say, hm?"

ekko clenches the handle of his sword but even he knows the chances of surviving were slim, even without considering heimerdinger by his side. his ankle throbs, an unnecessary reminder of his disadvantage.

he thought he had left being weak behind, left the churning sensation of being useless, staring the reaper in the eye and being able to do nothing still, in his past. yet here he stands, backed into a wall with the taunting of death breathing down his spine and he realises then that nothing had changed, not his lack of power, not his cry for help, not the gnawing worm of pain that refuses to undo its clutches on his soul. his demise had been long overdue after all, expired and decayed yet clinging on not by anything natural but by the will of a mortal and the magic of a watch. the universe was eager to watch him die.

"well," ekko thinks, a tired smirk tugging at his lips. "it's not like i'll ever be going down without a fight."

his hands readjust his weapon, heaving it over his shoulder. he tilts his chin upwards, staring the men in their eyes. “and if i don’t?”

the men glance at one another before laughing. “you’ve got guts. but no one wins a fight with just determination.” the tallest man spits at his feet.

everything happens in a flash. ekko shoves heimerdinger to the side, the yordle landing on his bottom, narrowly missing the throw of a knife. the boy himself bends over, hands finding purchase on the ground as one of the men sends a kick to his stomach, the shoes skimming the fabric of his tank top. his weapon skids on the ground, disregarded. ekko intends to use the momentum to swing his own legs around and knock his attacker to the ground but pain erupts from his leg before he can, the consequences causing him to stumble in his movements, effectively receiving an elbow to the face.

his back hits the ground with a thud, something warm and uncomfortable colouring his face, but he has no time to sink into the sensation when his senses tingle and he pulls himself onto his feet, his arms coming up to deflect another punch. someone comes up behind him and he grabs onto his attacker’s arm, flinging the man’s entire bodyweight up and over, behind him. they lie in a pile behind him and he huffs, catching his breath.

“behind you!” the yordle cries but it’s too late, something solid makes contact with the side of his face.

ekko’s feet can’t keep up as his sense of balance shifts drastically and he falls with the aid of a kick. his back hits a wall and he stays there, unable to move as the man walks towards him.

something urges to come out and he coughs, the metallic taste of blood in his mouth.

a pair of boots enter his sight of vision and he endures a punch to his face that sends pain ringing in his ears. still, he looks up and makes eye contact. if he was going to die, he thinks, it’ll be by staring death in the eye.

the man bends down and plucks his watch from his pocket. he makes a show of observing the object before he takes it. “you’re too full of yourself. i don’t hate that. if you hadn’t picked a fight you never would have won, maybe we would have taken you in.”

ekko glares through half-lidden eyes. the pain from his previous encounter with jinx on the bridge and now the pain from his current situation was proving too much for his body. darkness threatens to embrace his weary body though he had no intentions of giving up now. but his body couldn’t keep up; he had pushed himself too far this time.

still, he forces his mouth to open, his throat protesting as he speaks. “fuck you.”

the man’s face twists. how satisfying, ekko thinks, before he notices the rise of the man’s arm.

was this it?

time seems to slow as the man’s fist draws nearer, the boy’s breath growing shallow, pounding throbbing in his ears, his chest heaving, leg clawing in pain. was this it? his eyes drift to the side, seeing heimerdinger knocked out unconscious on the ground.

when did that happen?

his vision warps in and out, his eyes staying closed for longer than he liked, the adrenaline fuelling his body draining at his fingertips. he feels his guard drop and he knows when the punch makes contact, he’ll feel it for all the strength behind the fist. great, he thinks, this really is the end.

a cat saunters between the two.

ekko blinks. was he already dead? had hallucinating always been a product of death?

even his attacker is momentarily surprised, paused in his actions.

“i’m so sorry!” a new voice enters ekko’s perception and he raises his head as an unfamiliar girl peaks around the block.

your eyes search the place, studying the passed-out yordle – why did he seem so familiar? – the boy who laid limp on the ground and the big, burly man who stood over him. finally, they land on your cat.

“sorry for interrupting, my cat just loves to wonder off. if you don’t mind, could you pass him over to me?” you say, hands behind your back as you address the man.

ekko grunts with effort as his hand inches towards his weapon, perhaps two metres from his fingers. his attacker remains distracted as he talks back to you. “huh? who the fuck are you?”

you take a step forward. “just a passerby. i promise to leave once i get my cat back.”

the man laughs shortly. “and why would i do that for you? who even are you, give me a name damnit.”

ekko stretches further, finger grazing the handle of his weapon.

“well,” you start. “if you do i’ll—” before you can finish, you spin around, rising your leg and successfully planting your foot into the six foot tall man. before he can come to, you send a punch up from under his chin.

he stumbles back but doesn’t fall, wiping blood from his lip. “you bitch.”

the man comes running. he ducks as you swing an arm but it was a fluke and you raise your knee into his face. your fist revs back and comes full force into his stomach. this time, he does fall back and just to be sure, you dig your heel into his groin. the man howls in pain, unattractively drooling, eyes rolling back before he faints.

your fingers dip comfortably into every crevice of his attire, withdrawing any goods you deem valuable and stuffing them into any free space on your body. your hands enclose around a small, metallic watch and you hum in satisfaction at its intricate design, gentling placing it into your pant pocket.

you turn to face the boy whose hand had enclosed around his weapon. he looks at you oddly. you smile, offering him a hand.

“you look like you need some help.”

“who are you?”

deciding that you were tired of being asked that question today, you answer. “my name is [name].” you swing his arm over your shoulder. your cat meows, rubbing his face against your leg. “yours?”

“ekko. wait, you mind taking that yordle with us too?”

#poor heimerdinger don't worry he gets taken too #honestly self indulgent because i'm seriously craving #ekko x reader #fics #arcane x reader #arcane timestamp #ekko timestamp #mentions of #jinx #heimerdinger #ekko #arcane #arcane ekko #arcane x you #ekko x you

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Here to rep for TVDU -- It's gotta be Klaus Mikaelson and confessing your feelings to someone you think are asleep. She/her or GN whichever you're feeling~~

It certainly wasn’t unusual for her to end up in Klaus’s bed. Actually, it was such a frequent occurrence that she had several sets of clothes in his drawers and a toothbrush set aside simply for her. Two; three times a week perhaps she was there for one reason or another. Usually to help protect his family with her magic, sometimes to help him with the bit of chaos he liked to wreak on the city. But he would never admit how much he adored her.

Love was a trivial thing, and he had learned over time that it was a fatal weakness.

Tonight, however, was so different than their previous encounters. Tonight, she took too much from the other side —used so much of her magic that blood had cascaded down her face. But she insisted, pushing the limits until she collapsed. His enemies wanted his child, and she simply refused to let that happen. If it killed her, she’d help protect Hope the best she could.

He truly thought tonight was the night he would lose her.

Freya had tended to her as he paced outside, plotting his revenge. The witches would pay for the harm brought upon her tonight. For the harm they intended to place in his family. Love was trivial but Klaus was a fool to think he didn’t consistently kill for it. And he would kill for her if needed.

“She’ll wake in the morning,” Freya announced softly as she exited his bedroom. “She’s asleep now, but she’ll be fine, Nik.”

He didn’t respond, pushing passed his sister to enter his bedroom. The door slammed him as he stared at her in his bed —tucked safely into the blankets like she was simply sleeping soundly. But he knew better; the sleep she was experiencing wasn’t a willing one. Freya had calmed her the best she could, but as Klaus crossed the threshold of his room, he could see her stirring under the blanket.

A bit too aggressively, he yanked the chair in the corner to the side of the bed she slept on. He spent the next hour or so simply watching her breath, listening to her heart beat as her fitful sleep finally subsided, and she had calmed down. Klaus leaned forward, reaching to push her hair out of her face.

“You stupid girl,” he murmured, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you would die for me.” Of course, she was asleep. There was no response as he continued speaking. “I expect people to die for me —unwillingly. Necessary sacrifices for what I want. But you…you willing almost died for me. Sacrificed yourself for my family —my daughter. You stupid, stupid girl,” he reacted, his thumb running over her cheekbone lightly. “I will kill the witches who did this to you, love. If it takes the whole of eternity, I will.”

Klaus took a deep breath, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. His lips lingered, hovering there for a moment as he whispered, “I can’t risk losing you; you have no idea how much I love you.”

He pulled back, straightening up as he stood. There’s a moment where he considers staying, but he decided against it as he walked to the door. No, tonight he needed to finish what the witches started.

“Klaus?”

His hand clung to the door handle, gripping it hard as he heard her stir.

“I love you too, Nik,” she whispered, her voice weak. “Please don’t leave.”

Klaus glanced over his shoulder, swallowing hard. “I almost lost you tonight.”

“But you didn’t,” she countered, attempting now to sit up. Klaus was at her side in an instant, pushing her back into the bed. Her hands reached up to hold onto his wrists. “I promised I’d protect your family, Nik. That wasn’t just because I like Rebekah and Elijah.”

He watched her closely, easing down onto the edge of the bed beside her. “You’re foolish, then.”

“If it’s foolish to love you, I guess you’re right to call me a stupid girl then.”

“It is incredibly foolish to love me.” She simply smiled though, reaching up to touch his cheek. Klaus leaned into the touch, closing his eyes. “I will keep you safe, love.”

“I know you will, Nik.”

#klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson imagine #the originals imagine

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yandere-sins · 3 years

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Horrortober Day 7: Shock “You look like a deer caught in the headlights.”

Ah yes. Angels. Complicated beings, I love them. Randomizer sure gave me an interesting combination for this day, but I am not complaining :D Also, if you are one of the people leaving a comment on my posts, please just know you are everything. I love you ♥ Even if they are in the tags, I am so happy to read your thoughts and feelings, it really helps so much to stay positive and motivated! ;;

Warnings: Yandere, Kidnapping, Corrupted Angel, Mild violent outburst Characters: Simeon x Reader

Angels aren't human.

How could you have forgotten?

Running through this godforsaken hallway, you were constantly blinded by lights. Little remnants of Simeon's power, one you didn't know he had. "I should have known better," you thought as you shielded your eyes from another flash caused by an orb to your left. If only the holy magic Simeon was able to use wasn't that harmful to your vision. If only he wouldn't use it on you. If only you never let it come this far.

But how could you have known? You thought you two were friends and like-minded people when you got closer to Simeon as you two attended RAD as exchange students. You weren't that kind of sinner; you never gave yourself hope there could be anything beyond friendship. And you weren't looking for it either. But to dismiss his exalted status as well, that one was on you. Of course he could use magic that was dangerous to you, especially with how little Simeon could understand human emotions.

Sure, he could crack a smile at a joke, show sadness, and give comfort, but he only did what he learned to do, feigning his sympathy. He didn't mean to hurt anyone with it, but it just wasn't in him to feel as humans do, or else it was threatening to defile them. Angels aren't human, they couldn't feel emotions like you did, and when they did, well, this is what happened.

Simeon was a mess. He was beside himself, trying to figure out what was wrenching his body. Ironically, it had been Lucifer who warned you about this. He kept himself brief when talking about angels and corruption, not wanting to open his own wounds. But he still made a point to tell you that it was overwhelming and maddening to have lived for centuries and only then regaining an emotional conscience. It war pain. Suffering. A change that would take months and years to overcome.

And it was all the scarier how quiet it made Simeon.

He didn't tell you what was happening, and you didn't notice it, busy with your duties and the brothers. You should have seen it! You blamed yourself for not being more careful as his friend, but it was already too late. When he started to demand more of your time and attention, glaring at the others for taking up his space by your side, it should have rung some alarm bells. It was almost painfully obvious that him getting more touchy when you were together and antsy when you pulled away was a warning of what was to come. Maybe you chose to ignore it. Perhaps you thought your friendship could survive him being irrational and angry, snapping at you and others at times.

But by the time Simeon became what he wasn't supposed to be, he had already kidnapped you somewhere strange and magical, just as twisted and scary as he was now. It was like an endless dark, ancient castle. Rooms with high ceilings and tall windows looking into the nothingness around the building. The insides were decorated, but the colors everywhere were constantly shifting, nauseatingly so. Sometimes white, sometimes grey. Gold accents, then copper. The temperature was hot when you were awake and cold when you slept. You knew it was magical and tied to Simeon, but that made it all the more uncomfortable and scary. You didn't want to experience this. You never asked for it! Part of you knew what was going on, and it made the realization worse.

There had been moments of clarity in his eyes when you pleaded with him to get a grip, but they fogged over with emotions an angel shouldn't have. When you tried to reason with him, he got jealous over the argument that others would come looking at you. "You're mine!" he screamed, and then his eyes cleared as he regretted his words, leaving you alone abruptly before you could say another word. He was ashamed and scared, you had seen it in his expression, but he still came back as if nothing happened.

On the surface, he was still the Simeon you knew. The one you loved. But he was so quickly offended and angered by now that you only grew more worried every day. Suddenly he started locking your room or would sit and watch you sleep, and you were scared of this angel that wasn't an angel anymore.

So… you ran.

At the first opportunity, you ran. The hallway seemed endless, and you didn't know where you were going. Flashes went off every few steps, and you ran into a few amenities blindly. Even if it was pure madness and wouldn't help either of you, you couldn't do this. The longer you stayed, the worse Simeon got. You needed to find help for him—and for you. That was the only way. The others would know what to do! They could do something for Simeon that you weren't able to, give him stability and support him in these hard times. You were just a human and didn't know if Simeon could remain an angel after all that happened, but if he could, that's what you wished for him from the bottom of your heart. You never intended any of this to happen, and secretly, you didn't want to be the reason for it.

"AH!" with a loud shriek, you were caught by a slice of light right in front of you. It was like a slit opening up, but even brighter than the orbs that had exploded before that. You could recognize magic when you saw it by now. Simeon's magic. Flashy, dazzling, unbefitting of the tumult he was going through. Simeon was far stronger than you expected him to be, but you realized now that you took his calm and sweet demeanor for weakness, when really, it was mercy.

Tumbling backwards, you landed on your side, your arm throbbing as you slowly tried to get up again. It should have shocked you more to see the person slowly stepping out of the light, but you could barely see anyway, only recognizing the voice as he spoke up. "My, you look like a deer caught in the headlights."

Finally, the light shining at you terrifyingly bright vanished, leaving only you two behind in the warped hallway. It took you a few blinks to recover from it, tiny sparks flying through your vision when you looked up at Simeon. Other than the dark corridor, Simeon was wearing his pristine, white clothes. Pure and amiable. Nothing like the inner tumult he was battling, and still, he looked nothing like the Simeon you knew. The kind Simeon. The one you loved.

You feared he was already gone.

Around you, the colors of the castle shifted to nightmarish black while accents turned into a deep red, all while you and Simeon never broke eye contact. He was walking towards you, hand on his chest and smiling in greeting. You once loved his reassuring smiles, the encouraging message they delivered. But this one was menacing and cold, as was his voice when he spoke up again.

"Where are you going?" he asked curtly, right to the point. Biting your lip, you only looked away. You wanted to argue, but good could come out of that? When you cracked your room's lock, you thought it would take him longer to find out. Long enough for you to form a plan, but it only now crossed your minds that the lights you encountered could have been like security cameras for Simeon to check in the case you ever did break out.

"There is no leaving this place, my dove. You know this. Why are you testing me."

"Why are you keeping me here?" you asked the same question he ignored so many times. Though this time, he indeed had something to say to it.

"It's dangerous out there. Demons will get to you, blemish your skin with their marks and rob you of your life. Aren't you worried at all?"

"I'd like to see for myself what I can do out there," you retorted firmly. "I think you're losing it, Simeon. You are nothing like you were when we were students."

Confronting him may not have been the best idea as his once so kind eyes turned moody, smile turning into a frown as you mentioned the past. "No, I am better. I can protect you now. I take care of you. You owe me more respect if you think I've gone mad. The only thing making me mad is you!"

Gulping, you looked at him. He was prideful now too. It was painful for you.

Simeon was slipping further and further. Every passing second was destroying him.

"Simeon, please," you whispered, pleading with him from the bottom of your heart. "I want to help you! B-But I don't know how! I need help to help you, I need to get out!"

"You're not going anywhere," he decided, cutting his hand through the air in a gesture signaling finality to his word. Kneeling down before you, he pulled you roughly into his chest, pressing your head against him. If there was any good that came out of the change, perhaps it was how open he was now to touches. You longed for this, for something longer than just a hug when you two met. But your heart was throbbing out of devastation now, rather than jumping from joy.

"Please get help," you pleaded, gripping his clothes. "I won't leave you, but please ask the brothers or Lord Diavolo for help, Simeon!"

"Never say their names again," he hissed at you, an unfamiliar hostility in his voice that brought you to tears. But Simeon held you as you cried into his chest. His comfort wasn't helpful, but what else did you have to cling to? If not for him, you would be alone and abandoned in this realm, and you had to painfully admit that he was indeed taking care of you. Good care. In his own, twisted way.

While you were still crying, Simeon carried you back to your room, laid you in your bed, and tugged you in. He did so with a frown deeply lodged on his beautiful face, the wrinkles so unfitting for an angel. But a small hope remained inside of you that you crying would make him see reason. Instead, he sat by your bedside as you two stared at each other, eventually muttering that he was going to get you some food before leaning down and kissing your forehead. You hated this affection. Actually, you hated that it was under these circumstances.

When Simeon got up, he left you without another look back over his shoulders, and you sniffled, the tears never drying out as you looked after him. So cold, so… lonely. He was in pain too, he must have been. If only there was a way to reverse it. To make him see reason and to calm his aching. You wished you could have helped him, at least a little bit. As a human, was there nothing you could do? Maybe just take some of the sins he was living through! As normal as they were for you, they were killing him from the inside.

The intense light from before flashed up as he opened the door to your room, blinding and stinging in your eyes. Still, you were already crying, and it was hard to avoid your gaze from Simeon even now. It was the first time you noticed his wings, usually concealed by magic, but as he used them, they came into plain view. You had believed until the last second that maybe there was a way to help him. To save him from this. But you were a little wiser as you looked at the feathers sprouting from his back. His beautiful, large wings.

Charred-black.

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The original separate prompts can be found here:

tumblr won't actually let me update this post properly, so this only contains Universal Chaos, Theater, and Oblivion. There's a new version of this post that is properly updated.

You can click the links below to go to the individual parts, or click here to see the newest updated compliation.

Universal Chaos, Scars, Theater, Oblivion, submitted by Anonymous.

Here's an archived version of this post just in case. (because I'm still not over the fact that tumblr suspended my account for literally no reason and then gave it back but didn't explain why they suspended it in the first place lol)

This is intended to be a writing prompt for Miraculous Ladybug, but it can also be used as inspiration for an original story!

Akumatized and Amokitized Marinette.

Neopronouns used:

Cosmic Actress: nix/nixself. Nix is an Akuma, who spends most of nix time with nix friend, Natasi. Nix is hardly ever alone by nixself.

Natasi: clo/loc/(locs)/clockself, used in the same way as she/her/(hers)/herself. Clo is an Amok who spends most of loc time with loc friend, Cosmic Actress. Clo is hardly ever alone by clockself.

Trigger warnings:

-Discussion of sexual harassment,

-Character death: Gabriel, Nathalie, André Bougeois

-Unreality / fourth wall breaking

-Cosmic / elderitch horror

-? (Please let me know if you feel any other warnings need to be listed, no matter how specific / "unusual"!)

Total word count: 9k+

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Part one:

Universal Chaos

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“I’m… Tired of… All of this!”

Alya watched in horror as Marinette’s expression looked murderous as she spit the words with venom.

The reason was not just because Chloe was the one that started the whole situation by calling her father.

It wasn’t just because André basically tried to blacklist Tom and Sabine from ever opening their bakery again and kick them from the city because he felt like it, and because Chloe became more bold since her betrayal.

It also wasn’t just because Marinette literally punched André multiple times in a fit of pure rage and knocked him out, as everyone looked with horror as he fell on the ground, a nasty bruise on his face and several broken teeth, Marinette’s.

No, what made her terrified was the purple outline on Marinette’s face, making it clear that Hawkmoth was corrupting her friend in front of her.

“Yes…” Marinette says, responding to whatever Hawkmoth is saying to her, “Giving people chances is all but useless! If being the good person is such a torment, let’s see how things are from the other side!” Marinette states with fury, throwing away her earrings away in anger, no doubt, Hawkmoth’s magic twisting her thinking process for his goals.

And Alya hates that she could do nothing to stop it.

The same purple bubbles appear, covering Marinette for a moment, before dispersing.

What stood in her place was a figure with a similar face and a different set of clothes. The eyes of the Akuma cold and uncaring.

Another figure appear alongside the Akuma, looking similar to nix, with a large circle behind loc. The circle had the numbers from one to twelve written in Roman.

“I am Cosmic Actress, and the one… who will teach you what it means to suffer.” the Akuma stated with cold rage.

Alya knew at that moment, that her friend is no longer there.

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Rage.

Hatred.

Desire to destroy.

These were the things that Cosmic Actress felt when nix was… born.

Born from Marinette’s rage and hatred towards how her life was being destroyed, feeling like she was always going towards self-destruction no matter what she chose. As if her purpose for being born was to suffer.

Cosmic Actress understood that these feelings were Amplified and twisted. Twisted by the misused Butterfly Miraculous.

But nix didn’t care about that.

These feelings gave birth to nix. Nix couldn’t just abandon these feelings so easily. Not when they burn so painfully in nix heart.

Nix wants to hurt the idiots that harmed Marinette. Nix wanted them to see how it feels when they were the ones who have the choice stripped from them.

Nix felt as Time-Clock came to existence. The amok born of Marinette’s lament at the many choices she was forced to make, the many things she had to sacrifice in the name of a responsibility that was never hers to do in the first place. A being capable of resetting and travelling through time and manipulating space as clo wishes.

A being under Cosmic Actress’s full control, from what Mayura stated just one second ago.

Nix couldn’t hide the repulsed expression showing on nix face.

Nix doesn’t want to control another being! It was disgusting!

Even more, that was part of why Marinette had to suffer, because someone will always try to (and often succeed in) decide her choices for her!

Cosmic Actress immediately pointed a hand towards Time-Clock’s Amokized object, the red hair ribbon that was now black.

“Shattered Chains.” Nix intoned.

Like shattered glass, the black color shattered as the ribbon became red once more.

And nix could no longer feel the connection between nix and loc.

Neither could Mayura, the villain losing the connection to Time-Clock as well.

Clo is truly free from loc binding now.

“Hey! What did you-!” Mayura started to protest, but Cosmic Actress was already pointing nix hand at nixself before Hawkmoth and Mayura started screaming in nix head at what nix did next.

“Shattered Chains.”

The voices of the villains were cut short along with their connection to nix.

The butterfly miraculous was no longer shackling Cosmic Actress. Nix power and freedom now truly belong to nix. Hawkmoth won’t be able to hurt nix and rob away nix power like he did to the many previous akumas that disobeyed him.

Now that the little nuisance was dealt with for now, Cosmic Actress took a moment to look at the terrified looks of the escaping citizens, before looking towards where André Bourgeois’ unconscious body was being lifted by his most-definitely very underpaid employees.

Now that won’t do.

“Please leave. You are not my target.” Cosmic Actress said to them, then looked at the Amok as loc looked neutrally at nix. “But if you want to stay, just don’t get in my way.” Nix added.

Clo gave a smile at that, and said, “It’s fine. In fact, I would like to help you. Marinette’s emotions gave me life. I want to avenge her as well. It’s the least I can do for her. Even if I no longer have to obey someone else’s orders.” Clo answer was sincere, and loc voice was somehow neither high nor low, but somewhere exactly in the middle, perfectly gender-neutral.

Cosmic Actress nodded and accepted this answer, and focused nix attention towards the mayor once more. The underpaid employees had moved him, but that didn’t matter, nix could still sense him.

He was not far away, only a few houses separating them.

Cosmic Actress and the Amok moved at the same time, easily jumping high enough to fly and avoid the buildings. And getting a good look at the still-unconscious mayor that was right below them, the underpaid employees having set him down, exhausted from carrying him. They were standing far enough away that they wouldn’t be hit, luckily for them.

Nix raised a palm, energy condensing in front of it. “Oblivion Orb.”

The orb rapidly hit the mayor and him alone, erasing his body in an instant.

And with that nuisance dealt with, Cosmic Actress pondered on who to select next.

From Marinette’s memories, Chloe was a big source of suffering, but Hawkmoth and Mayura are worse because nix can deal with a weak civilian. Supervillains will be much more threatening.

And of course, another major nuisance is that bratty cat guy, Chat Noir. Nix will make sure to eradicate that bastard for his constant sexual harassment of Marinette. Marinette was forced to allow him keep his ring because of things out of her control and because she was guilt-tripped into doing so. But not Cosmic Actress. Nix will destroy him for what he did, and for being a horrible human in general.

There were also lesser sources of rage, like the populations’ inability to understand that Ladybug’s “NO” means “NO”, not “maybe”.

“…”

Supervillains and Chat Noir it is then.

Decision made, nix moved to search for the villains.

Clock-Time decided to help by using loc control over space and time to feel search for them.

The miraculouses have a slight effect on space and time around them thanks to them being powered by a concept (as far as nix and clo know for now) and that effect is what clo is searching for.

“… Not there… Close… No that’s probably Tikki’s Miraculous… Ah, in that direction!”

Nix followed as clo jumped towards the source.

And ending up in front of one large mansion belonging to one Gabriel Agreste.

Nix frowned.

“Agreste? you’re sure? I don’t doubt you but didn’t Marinette investigate him?”

Clo thought for a moment, “But that was before Mayura appeared so…”

The point was clear. Gabriel had Mayura akumatise him to cover his tracks as Hawkmoth.

“After all, he can’t be so stupid to akumatise himself without Mayura, right? I mean, that would be monumentally stupid.”

Yes, that would be very stupid and nonsensical.

“By the way, before we start, I want to ask you- uhh, do you like the name Clock-Time, or… do you want to change it?”

For the first time in nix short life, nix felt awkward and unsure.

The name Cosmic Actress was in a way fitting for nix, and nix had chosen it nixself, but nix wasn’t sure if the same applied to the Amok and wanted to make sure.

Clo blinked for a moment before smiling.

“Oh! Thanks for the concern! And… yeah. I don’t like the name very much. So I will call myself… Natasi!”

“Natasi.” nix repeated the name.

“Yes! Pronouns are clo/loc/locs/clockself! Used the same way as she/her/hers/herself.”

Nix smiled at loc enthusiasm.

“Natasi, nice to be friends with you. I think I will keep naming myself Cosmic Actress, pronouns are nix/nix/nix/nixself.”

Both smiled for a moment before focusing on the goal.

Natasi once more used loc power to get the exact position of the villains, then opened a portal directing to them.

Both were met with the sight of the two supervillains inside their lair, shocked out of their minds.

“You!” Hawkmoth yelled furiously as he raised his cane.

No doubt that he was so angry and frustrated at how easily the two broke from his and Mayura’s control.

On the other hand, Mayura felt more… subdued. She looked just as angry, but it felt like she was only trying to.

‘No doubt because of using a broken and damaging miraculous.’ Cosmic Actress pondered.

Not that their anger meant anything. They both were no match for Natasi and Cosmic Actress.

Natasi simply pointed a finger at Mayura, and a portal opened in front of her so she could not escape, and was sucked into the portal.

“What did you-!” Hawkmoth’s yell was cut short as nix punched his head with a force that would have exploded a normal human. Only his defensive suit protected him from the worst of the damage and he ended up being dazed for a moment as his body easily shattered right through the walls and he fell to the ground outside the mansion far below, making a crater in the pavement.

“Well, he is not dead yet. His suit is too strong to die from something insignificant like this. By the was, where is Mayura?” Cosmic Actress said as both jumped down on the ground to finish him off.

“Somewhere in the universe, probably dead already. Don’t worry, I can get her miraculous back just fine. These things will not be scratched even by a black hole.” Natasi told nix.

Reaching the ground as Gabriel was trying to stand, clutching his head from pain, nix raised a palm, ignoring the fleeing and screaming bystanders.

“Oblivion Orb.”

The orb hit Gabriel head-on, and he screamed as he was forcefully detransformed, his suit unable to withstand that amount of damage. It did one thing right, though, it let Gabriel survive it.

With a flick of Natasi’s hand, the butterfly miraculous was teleported into loc hand.

“Y- you…! How dare-!” Gabriel started to shout, but both ignored his furious screams, and Cosmic Actress just killed him.

“Good riddance.” Nix stated as Natasi opened a small portal and extended loc hand, and bringing from it the Peacock miraculous. Nathalie’s body was long destroyed by the forces of the cosmos, apparently.

With this, they only need to make a show and wait for the heroes to appear to get their miraculouses.

So both quickly went to the highest point of the Eiffel tower and nix spammed large Oblivion Orbs and with the help of Natasi, guided them towards a few more people.

There was Audrey, that rich abusive woman, Andre the icecream guy because he was a creep who can’t take a “NO” from his customers and doesn’t let them pick what they want, and most likely a queerphobe as well.

There was also that racist dude who basically went out of his way to cause trouble to Marinette’s mother, and so is that cop, Rogers.

In fact, nix decided to just murder all the cops. They literally did nothing but obey a fascist mayor and solidify his rule. Plus, they were racists anyways. They deserved death.

After a minute or so of mass-killing unrepentant racists and jerks with large orbs of energy, the heroes finally appeared.

Well, the only ones Natasi and Cosmic Actress qualified as heroes were Carapace and Viperion along with Pegasus and Ryuko. Cosmic Actress wasn’t so sure about the Ladybug-themed hero, but nix can vaguely recall that she is the former Rena Rouge since she was Marinette’s confidant. Scarabella was her Ladybug-themed name, right?

Chat Noir is still not here. Not like it’s surprising at this point. Nix recalls from Marinette’s memories that th riche brat was starting to shirk his duties even more and being only a show for the sake of harassing her and enjoying her tormented look.

Oh wait, he is actually appearing. He jumps alongside the other heroes looking angry.

Did Cosmic Actress trouble him somehow for him to be this annoyed? Or maybe nix killed someone he actually cared about?

Oh no, nothing to worry about. He just started being passive-agressive to Scarabella because his “bugaboo” isn’t here. The other heroes were at least paying attention to Cosmic Actress and nix friend even while telling him not to worry about Ladybug for now, because the villains are the real concern, but Chat Noir is not even looking. His is focusing his attention at Scarabella.

“As much as I can enjoy your excellent 'bonding experience’,” Cosmic Actress started to call, the sarcasm heavy in nix voice. “I have other things to do right now. So give me your miraculouses and I will leave you alone. Except Chat Noir. We hate you personally.” Nix stated in a matter-of-fact tone with the heroes getting even more tense at nix words.

Chat Noir apparently thought it was a great time to joke about the situation as he put his hand on his chest looking like a kicked puppy. “Meowch! This hurt me, Marinette! Am I really this unbearable to a girl like you?”

It took a great deal from both nix and Natasi not to just immediately and violently throw him into the sun.

Nix looked at him coldly.

“First, I am not Marinette. I am Cosmic Actress. I am also not a 'she’. I don’t have a gender. I use the pronouns nix/nix/nix/nixself, remember them. I expect you to have at least some memory capacity in your head for things other than Ladybug. As for being unbearable, it’s more like hating you for being a sexual predator incel.”

It was very satisfying to see how his jaws dropping along with the rest of the group.

“What!?” He screamed angrily with his eyes narrowing.

Natasi just blinked as clo spoke with a smile, but what was coming from loc mouth was anything but gentle or sweet: “But what else can you call a guy who constantly asks for kisses and dates when a girl explicitly tells him to stop and refuses to stop, when he keeps attempting, and even succeeding in violating her boundaries?” Clo asked, “Remember when Gigantitan attacked and Ladybug was busy holding back the akuma, only for you, Mr. Totally-A-Gentleman, to decide to go for a kiss?” Clo pretended to think about it, then added, “Oh wait, that was also when thanks to your great help, Ladybug lost focus and the akuma destroyed Marinette’s room and you only laughed at how funny the whole thing was! Who knew that watching someone you called a friend almost dying is so hilarious?

"Or maybe, you want us to talk about the times you were a very understanding partner by refusing to help Ladybug fighting an akuma because she didn’t want to date you? You know? Like what happened when Frozer and Glaciator attacked? Oh wait, didn’t you also try to guilt-trip Marinette into shipping you and Ladybug in the middle of the night when Glaciator came?

"Yeah, how romantic you are. Especially when Mayura almost stole your ring by using a fake Ladybug who only said that 'she’ loves you and was about to kiss you. Such a shame that you were unable to see the trickery. Truly, Sentibug was a master at fake-acting and totally acted like Ladybug and not like your sick and twisted version of her that you want her to be~! So, is there any recent romantic actions Ladybug did for you? I mean, the last thing I can recall is her throwing you in the trash, which I guess was technically very romantic from your perspective, since she didn’t just rip away the ring from your hands when she was the literal Guardian and had every right to find your identity or retire you completely.”

Natasi and Cosmic Actress were both smiling at the shocked expression of the heroes, all of them horrified.

Because none of them knew of how Chat Noir acted when they weren’t there. They never knew what he did when Ladybug, his victim, was the only witness.

Viperion and Scarabella looked horrified the most, and Cosmic Actress didn’t know why, and wouldn’t care right now.

But Chat Noir? He was also pale, and his body was shaking as he clutched his staff tightly. And nix could feel it.

Rage.

Rage at being called out and insulting his so-called love for Ladybug.

“TAKE THAT BACK!” He rushes with vengeance as his staff extends.

“Chat Noir, don’t!” Viperion yells in warning, he tries to move and stop him. He can feel the danger. but it’s useless.

Natasi raised loc hand-

And both Chat Noir and Cosmic Actress vanish from the tower.

Natasi looked down at the heroes neutrally.

“You don’t need to worry about your… teammate. I am sure he will find himself in good company with Cosmic Actress.”

Viperion doesn’t hesitate on what to do. He will fix this mess! He’d already set the timer before he got here!

He slid the snake bracelet.

“Second Chance!”

…

Nothing happened.

He couldn’t feel himself go back in time.

The rest looked at him in surprise.

“What? Why!?”

He looked in shock at his bracelet.

Natasi just sighed.

“Sorry, Viperion. I like you since you were supportive of Marinette but… I am not letting you interfere with this. So I just stopped time from being rewound by your miraculous. Sorry.” Clo shrugged.

“And if you are wondering about where they were sent off, well…”

A sound of a large explosion reached their ears, from the direction where the Agreste mansion is located.

“There they are.” Natasi finished.

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“How dare you!?” Chat Noir snarled as Cosmic Actress ducked under another swipe from his staff, which easily destroyed another wall of the Agreste mansion.

Nix opponent looking vengeful.

“I dare, because I have basic decency. And basic decency says that you are a harasser!” Nix stated, anger clear in nix tone before blocking the staff with one arm, taking no damage.

“I love Ladybug! She’s my love!” He roars angrily, “Cataclysm!”

Cosmic Actress felt nix blood boiling as Chat Noir kept saying he loves Ladybug, and he is even trying to kill nix most likely.

“Chat Noir. Do you really think yelling that phrase over and over will make me believe it!?” Nix shouted back, avoiding the Cataclysm and giving the so-called hero a kick that threw him to the wall. “If you really loved her, you would have accepted her feelings and stopped asking for kisses and dates! You would have stopped calling her names she didn’t like! You would have respected her boundaries that she had made clear a hundred times by now!”

Chat Noir was already standing back up, but Cosmic Actress was already above him.

“It seems that for you, the word 'love’…!” nix yelled as nix fists hit Chat Noir, throwing him away so hard out of the mansion, the same way his father had been thrown earlier.

“Ugh!” He quickly stood up again only to find Cosmic Actress in front of him once more.

“It seems like 'love’ is just a valid reason for sexual harassment as far as you are concerned! Right?!”

Nix threw an Oblivion Orb that hit his Cataclysm, and wasted his power as the two spells collided and the Oblivion Orb overpowered and wiped out the Cataclysm.

“Even when Ladybug lost her voice…! Even when Mayura made a fake Ladybug…! It seems that it doesn’t matter how much time you spend with your 'beloved’, since you only care about your twisted version of her that can only exist to be tormented and mocked by you! But this nonsense ends now!”

The last sentence was accompanied by Cosmic Actress’ arms holding Chat Noir as nix looked at him with venom that made his eyes show shock and fear.

Nix hand easily ripped away the Ring, detransforming him.

Cosmic Actress eyes widened in shock as nix recognized the person who was hiding behind the mask.

“Adrien Agreste…” Nix said numbly.

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It felt ridiculous. So ridiculous.

The guy that Marinette fell in love with, because he was nice to her.

The guy that she suffered a lot for his sake. Where she had to allow her own birthday gift for him to be stolen and never tell him the truth because she wanted him to be happy. Where she felt ashamed of celebrating the leaving of her long-time bully because this insensitive brat loved Chloe his childhood friend so much more than he cared for any of her victims, including Marinette, the one who loved him because he was nice to her once…

And he is her harasser.

And Chat Noir… is what he is in the dark. When no one is looking.

Chat Noir is how he really wants to act. When there is no fear of repercussions and responsibilities to negatively impact him.

Cosmic Actress doesn’t know what to feel; Horrified? Disgusted? Angry? Numb? Tired?

In the end, pure rage and hatred won.

“YOU….” Nix gnashed nix teeth from wrath. “DIE!”

A blast of energy came to existence, obliterating everything around nix.

Adrien along with the Agreste mansion and the surrounding houses ceased to exist.

All what was left was Cosmic Actress trying so hard to calm nixself back down. Nix body was shaking, and nix expression was still wrathful. Nix wanted to just obliterate the whole world, but barely, nix controlled nixself.

It would be several long minutes later that Cosmic Actress managed to calm down enough, and decided to deal with Scarabella and the rest.

Then nix will see if the Wish can help nix in attaining nix desires.

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The battle with the rest of the heroes was basically a cake-walk.

There was nothing they can do.

Just Cosmic Actress was more than enough, but with the help of Natasi? It was basically like a level 999 monster fighting a newbie in all but name.

No matter how much they tried, it was all useless.

It didn’t matter how much they resisted.

Defeat was the only option.

As nix wore both the Ladybug and Black Cat miraculouses along with the Butterfly and the Peacock, Cosmic Actress breathed.

“Natasi. I am going to use the Wish. Do you really want to follow me still? It might be dangerous.” Cosmic Actress asked nix friend.

Natasi only smiled. “I’m sure. I want to be with you. Please grant this selfish request of mine.”

Cosmic Actress could only shake nix head. Maybe having a friend with you in a rewritten universe will not be so bad.

Nix can only hope.

Nix breathed once more.

“Okay then. Tikki, Plagg, unify! I wish that———!”

With that, the world turned into a rainbow as reality shuddered…

And changed.

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End Part one.

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Part Two:

Universal Theater

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“And, done!”

Chloe, the user of the Ladybug miraculous, going by the name Roselina, breathed as she defeated the duo of Amok and Akuma, purifying them and fixing the damage.

“Finally we defeated this duo, huh?”

Chloe looked at her childhood friend, Adrien Agreste, the wearer of the Snake miraculous going by Do-Over.

With them, the other protectors of Paris were feeling happy that they finally defeated this threat.

The group constitued of Kagami, weilder the Fox, with the name Kyubi.

Alya, the weilder of Bee, called Honeymoon.

Nino, weilder of Black Cat, called Destructo.

And Ivan, weilder of Turtle, called Protector.

“So,” Kagami started “Did any of you have any sudden flashbacks, like usual?”

The teenage heroes frowned at that, and they nodded.

Chloe had no idea of what’s happening in the world, but ever since she started superheroing, she was having some weird feelings of deja vu, that slowly turned into flashbacks.

She didn’t believe the flashbacks at first because, well, she was the daughter of a therapist and a nurse who took it on her shoulder to help people, as she felt her father and mother are good people and she felt pround of going on their path.

She really didn’t get why she saw visions of her being cruel to others, being spoiled rotten by her father, or abandoned by her mother.

The others had similar visions, except most of them had more adjusted lives and morals than her version in the flashbacks.

Adrien was also weirded as he was just the son of gentle and nice normal fashion designers, not the son of an abusive billionaire who tormented that Ladybug heroine like the flashbacks show him.

“And about that mysterious figure, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, did any of you get to know about her?”

Marinette Dupain Cheng was a mystery to the team.

Not only did she not exist here, as Thomas and Sabine stated that they don’t remember having a kid, but they stated that they feel a strange feeling of pain and loss every time they think of the name “Marinette”.

It was as if the girl’s existence was erased out of nowhere.

“I think I do, let me remember for a minute…”

Alya concentrated, trying to remember any new detail, and she saw it.

A girl crying in rage, screaming to the world, just as black and purple aura covered her, before the entire world became nothing more a myriads of colors, and then everything went dark.

Alya gasped and dropped to her knees, as her teammates rushed to her side.

“I- I remember a little more! She- she was Akumatised, maybe also Amokized as well!”

The entire team paled.

The Akumas and Amoks in their flashbacks might not be the most creative or subtle, but the fact is that they needed to go to the timeline where the Akuma/Amok was made to find the very important answers needed to deal with their situation.

It would have been so simple to fix using the Rabbit miraculous, if not for the fact that time travel was risky, and deadly as well.

Sabrina, the Rabbit heroine with the name Eternity, had warned them of the dangers of messing with the timelines.

For whatever reason, there existed some deadly Akumas and Amoks who live between the timelines, called Time Deletors, and who attack anyone trying to mess with the timelines.

The only reason they even survived their first timeline travel was because Sabrina held them back, and even then, she was so hurt that she could have died without immediate help.

They became better with the next atempts, but it was always a close thing.

“Th- then, you kno-”

Chloe’s attempt at moralizing the group was cut off as a portal appeared, and Sabrina exited from it.

“Yes, you know, and you will have to face her.”

Sabrina’s tired voice resounded, and she warned the heroes.

“But, you have to know this, this timeline travel mission is going to be a lot harder, since as far as I was able to see, this girl’s Akuma and Amok were never defeated. At all.”

The grim tone of hers made the rest feel fear.

This mission might be their last…

After few days of relaxing and calming themselves down, they were prepared, and Sabrina opened the portal, and they entered.

And immediately, things went wrong, as the group were immediately and magically pulled towards a black hole that appeared out of nowhere, and Sabrina screamed along with the group.

Slowly opening their eyes as they realized that they are not dead, they saw that they were in some dimension where there is nothing but colors.

“Took you long enough to visit me.”

An unfamiliar voice brought their attention, and they looked to the source of the sound, only to see a blue-haired person, wearing civilian clothes, wearing a blue brooch, and a purple necktie on nix, who was actually sitting on a table, and drinking a cup of milk, in here.

Their instincts warned them. Nix is dangerous.

None of them knew how they knew that this person’s pronouns were nix/nixself, but they knew it was true.

“It is actually quite amazing to see how different you are now, than how you were before everything ended.”

Nix gentle smile fooled no one, and they brough their weapons to face nix.

“Well, I have to introduce myself, I am Cosmic Actress, but you may know me as my previous name, Marinette Dupain Cheng.”

Nix simply kept smiling at them, sensing their fear.

“How? How can you exist? Or not exist? How can someone paradoxical like you exist!?” Sabrina, being connected to time, was panicking.

This person, nix exists, and yet, Sabrina’s power tells her that at the same time nix doesn’t.

It was maddening.

The akuma simply chuckled at them.

“It’s obvious, dear, after all, I was the one who had your role, Chloe. Or should I call you Roselina?”

“WHA- HOW!? And what do you mean!?”

The heroes were shocked by nix statement, and confused by everything nix said.

The akuma sighed.

“Le me ask you this. Do you know what theaters are? Okay, dumb question, you do. But think of this, what does this have with this whole situation?”

Nix pointed at the area they are in, much to their confusion.

“"You see, life, and universe themselves, are like theaters, everyone gets a role, a job to do, and they are forced to obey it, and do what they are told to do with no complaint.’

“I, was the ‘hero’ of a previous ‘story’, you can say. I was a normal teenager, got dragged to the supernatural, had to deal with a magical terrorist planning on using my miraculous and my partner’s for evil, all while having to deal with my crush.”

Everyone looked at nix weirdly, because nix description sounded exactly like a story from a magical girl cartoon.

“Yeah, I know, sounds cliche, but you see, I never liked how I was treated.”

Nix smirked in a horrifying fashion.

“Being punished for trying to know my crush better, being humiliated for wanting to get a straight answer from him, being bullied and gaslighted for years from childhood, losing sleep due to my double life, being always anxious and afraid of being taargeted by the villain, being harassed by the person who I thought was my partner, and having any attempt at fixing my life turn into a nightmare. Until; I finally stopped feeling, becoming more of a machine than a human, simply acting as if programmed, with no will or emotions, until I finally lost it.”

As nix kept talking, the heroes were paling more and more as black tears flowed from nix eyes.

“It was at that moment, I realised, I am not going to be happy, I am not going to be granted closure or happiness. I was fated to be tormented by a world who forced me to become it’s punching bag. Which is why, I abandoned my role as a hero. I gave it up. I hated it, and hated being in this pathetic story, and killed the villains who thought they can control me.”

She slowly calmed down.

“But, the universe is just like a cruel movie producer, or writer. I didn’t like being a hero, therefore, the world was reset so I am the villain, and other people had their lives changed to accomodate their new roles.”

Nix just shook nix head.

“This is the truth, heroes; You either die a hero, or you become a villain. This is why I will keep this world as it is. Why I would not give you a chance to defeat me. Maybe I am not allowed to win as a villain, but I can stop you from defeating me and ending my story.”

Nix stood up, a black aura coating nix body.

“Now, let’s fight. You win, and you get to fix all the damage I caused, and maybe you can free me from this painful fate I was bound with. I ‘win’, and the world gets reset so we can repeat this process all over until you win. Either way, you are the ones who are lucky.”

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End part two.

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Part Three:

Universal Oblivion

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You know, people always speak that the reality is stranger than fantasy.”

Cosmic Actress sighed as nix spoke.

“Well, to me personally… I have to disagree.”

Nix shook nix head.

“In fantasy, the heroes triumph. No matter how hard the battles are. No matter how strong their foe is. The power of friendship will always save the day! It doesn’t matter how smart and creative the villains are, no matter how outnumbered and outclassed the heroes are, the Good will win!”

Nix raised nix hands as if to emphasize nix point, nix face mockingly gleeful, before the expression became one of boredom.

“But, that isn’t how reality works. At least to me. Reality is never so kind. Or at least, it rarely is.” Again, nix shook nix head.

“In reality, a hopeless battle will still be hopeless. In reality, there is no way for you to defeat someone who is both stronger and smarter than you. Especially when they can easily hide and have minions that can change the fabric of reality as we know it.” Nix sighed again.

“So, how do the heroes win in this scenario? How do they rise to the realm of fantasy, and surpass all these insurmountable odds? Simple. Have the universe give them unfair advantages. Give them inexplicable power-ups. Hit the villains with the Idiot Ball, if that’s what the trope is called in this reality. Or maybe, some sudden interference out of nowhere, without any proper reason for it to occur. Do you understand, heroes?” Nix looked at the heroes facing nix.

None of them were in a good state.

Kyubi, Honeymoon, Do-Over, Destructo, Eternity, Protector and Roselina.

All of them were barely standing, some of them had their protective armors literally damaged and cracked, even though it should have been impossible.

They were trying their best to not fall or lose focus despite the pain.

Because they were not even sure if they would not faint and not wake up for days.

What was worse for them was the fact that the Akuma in front of them…

Nix wasn’t even serious. Not even trying.

No matter how many combos they tried, no matter how many time resets via the Snake miraculous, no matter what kind of power they used to attack.

It all was useless.

Venom barely stopped nix. If it even hit nix at all, that is.

Shelter was casually broken with a finger.

Mirage was basically useless, and even a Mirage with of light as bright as the sun itself it was worthless.

The Cataclysm, the power of Destruction, that they hit her with by sheer mistake and mental exhaustion from the battle, was useless. Nix defenses and regeneration were too high to do much other than cause nix a slight annoyance.

Even the Lucky Charm was useless. No object could help them from the absolute power that was facing them.

They could only watch as nix literally ran circles around them, and defeated them soundly.

It’s only thanks to the Akuma suddenly deciding to monologue that they were even given enough room to breathe properly.

Cosmic Actress looked at their state and sighed again.

“What I want to say is; I am not being… nerfed.” Nix explained, “Back when I was Ladybug, when I was a hero, even when the universe was against me, the reality went out of it’s way to not let Hawkmoth just win. Unfortunately for you, I am immune to all of these machinations of the cosmos. The only rule that applies to me is that I cannot truly win. I cannot use any of the Miraculouses in a way that allows me to free myself from this cosmic thread that is suffocating me.”

Nix directed a single palm at them, and a large orb of chaotic energy came to existence.

“Me trying to do so will only cause a time reset. That also means that you… are not going to face me in the ‘Easy’ difficulty. Oblivion Orb.”

With that, the orb rapidly sped towards the exhausted heroes, who could only watch as darkness consumed them all.

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Chloe woke up with a killer headache.

She clutched her head, trying to stop the pain, as Tikki’s voice suddenly rose next to her on her pillow, the little kwami screaming wordlessly as if having a nightmare.

“Wha- where am I?” Chloe asked, the overwhelming sense of confusion overriding even her concern for Tikki.

She took a moment to look around, trying to fight through the helpless confusion, as Tikki’s frantic screams stopped, her eyes opening wide.

The same room, the same bed. But something was missing…

She wondered if she was having memory problems.

“Tikki, why were you screaming? Did you have a nightmare?” She asked her companion gently.

The poor kwami took a large breath before speaking. “Yes. I dreamed that you and the rest were fighting an Akuma and it- it wasn’t even a contest! You all were…!”

Chloe could understand the meaning of her unfinished sentence and tried to calm her down. “But, an Akuma that powerful to easily ki-”

Words stuck in her mouth as she looked at the large mirror on the wall.

There, instead of her and Tikki’s reflection, the figure of another being was showing.

A figure her mind immediately remembered. Just as she remembered the fight.

“C- C- Cosmic Actress!?”

The Akuma ignored the girl’s paling, terrified face along with Tikki’s.

“We need to talk. I, you, and your teammates. Meet me at the Eiffel Tower in an hour. Your team is being spoken to.”

Just as suddenly the akuma appeared appeared, nix had disappeared.

Chloe shakily breathed and calmed herself.

She called her team and they all stated they faced the same thing.

And she knew that there is no other choice but to do as the Akuma told.

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Time flew rapidly as the hour ended.

Chloe was on the top of the tower along with the rest of the team.

Only Sabrina decided to hide in the Burrow just in case things went south so there might be something to save… Or someone.

They couldn’t argue against that.

Now, they impatiently waited for the Akuma nixself to appear.

It didn’t take too long as only a minute later, space and time twisted beyond recognition, finally taking the form of a circle in front of Adrien, and Cosmic Actress appeared from it.

For a moment, Adrien could have sworn to have seen a humanoid figure peeking from the portal besides the Akuma, but the portal closed before he can make sure of what he saw.

“Now that everyone is here – Well, except Sabrina – I will talk. You cannot defeat me. Absolutely. And definitely not directly.” Nix tone was as if nix was stating a fact.

And nix was stating a fact.

The heroes know it also.

“You said that you also can’t win.” Kagami spoke to the akuma.

Nix smiled. “Yes. I can’t. I am not allowed to win because I am the villain. That is why… I am raising the white flag.”

Adrien blinked. “The… white flag? Wait. You will give up!? After all that, you will just–!” He cut off his words in sudden horror in fear of enraging the akuma.

Nix only kept smiling. “Oh, I am not giving up. I am simply not going to fight you in particular anymore.”

“… What?” Alya asked in incredulity.

The akuma is not giving up, yet, she will not fight them?

“It’s really simple.” Nix starts explaining. “You are not able to defeat me so, I just need to wait for the next generation of the Miraculous holders to stand up to me instead.”

They can’t believe nix.

“It’s the perfect plan, really. If we go by the principle of the younger generation surpassing the older one –which I assure you is very true for the Miraculous holders by the way–, all you need to do is to train the younger generation to make the world a better place, and maybe, in the distant future, there will be someone or a group of people able to truly defeat me. And free me from this cursed fate and save the world at the same time.”

The heroes look shocked at the plan. Even more was the utter conviction in nix voice.

But the surprise disappeared too fast and turned into dread as Cosmic Actress’ smile turned into a cruel smirk.

“Of course, this is if you are ready to face the fact that this universe… Is already marching towards Utter Oblivion.”

A shiver ran across their spines at the words.

“Oblivion?” This time, it was Nino who asked.

“Yes. And since this might be the last time I meet you, I might as well tell you everything.”

Cosmic Actress took a breath. This will be a little long.

“Now, let me ask you a question. How many times has it rained in Paris this year?”

Needless to say, that was not the question they expected. It was just too random.

“Rained? Really?” Even Chloe couldn’t comprehend the randomness of the question.

“Just answer me. Let me guess. Only once or twice?”

As they tried their best to recall, they found out that nix was correct. But it still doesn’t explain anythi-

“Even in the winter and the autumn? Only once or twice?”

That-

Now that Alya thinks of it, it is indeed strange, but it is not enou-

“What about the fact that Alix, your friend, had never dyed her hair again? She had just dyed it once and the dye just… stayed there?”

Okay, that too was-

“Or maybe the fact that none of you, that no one in this city, ever changes their everyday clothes? As if you only have copies of the same outfit for no reason?

"Or maybe that, even with Paris being known as one of the biggest centers of fashion, the very designs are plain or are too similar to each other?”

They couldn’t refute nix.

And as they ponder more, they realize that things are not normal.

“I will tell you why these things happen. It is all thanks to…” Nix pointed at them. “The very jewels that allow you to transform.”

“Uhh, what?” Adrien’s voice resounded.

Nix stopped smiling as nix looked at them.

“Didn’t you find it strange? That the sources of the power for your Miraculouses are literal deities? Doesn’t it sound even more ridiculous then, that the kwami, who are supposedly governing the universe, cannot refuse a holder’s order? That their power can be used against the kwami’s will? If the kwami are such powerful beings, why then, did they not erase me and the many other supervillains right away? Why didn’t any of them decide to just not transform without their will?”

The dread and horror return to the heroes as they absorb nix speech, and the meaning behind it.

“That’s right, the kwami, the fragments of the literal concepts, are slaves. Shackled by the Miraculouses. And what is happening to Paris, from the weather, creativity, and the rest… is because of that.”

“No, no, no nonononononnono! It can’t-!”

Just as they started to mutter and scream in denial as the reality slams itself on them, Cosmic Actress simply pointed at them.

Their high and raging emotions ceased to exist. They literally couldn’t feel panic anymore, and they dropped from the shock.

“You can get shocked later. I still need to finish my talk. So, anyways, it’s because of the kwami being enslaved that the world is marching toward it’s annihilation.”

Nix continued speaking casually. As if nix was talking about weather. And maybe, nix was literally like talking about weather from nix viewpoint.

“When the… Order of Guardians” they can hear the venom in nix voice when nix said that name. “Created the Miraculouses to enslave the kwami, they made a disastrous mistake in their arrogance and greed. They broke the concepts. They broke the universe’s balance. The universe itself was no longer the same from the very attosecond a fragment of the concepts was enslaved and separated from the cosmos. The universe could no longer move the flow of causality in a natural way.

"The concepts are shattered, none of them can ever work in the natural and proper way they should. In some places in the universe, they work better, in others, they are unstable and annihilate everything that exists. Nothing is truly created or destroyed anymore. Nothing can be truly illusionary, Time and space are so twisted that it is impossible to understand. Even worse is that the universe can’t sustain itself or heal the damage in any way. Its will is spread too thin and it cannot do anything. It can’t simply act unnaturally. But the cracks in its existence do. They are slowly growing and widening. The universe as you know it is the equivalent of a person on life support against an illness that will kill them regardless.”

Nix shook nix head as it stopped speaking for a moment as the group absorbed nix words.

“The kwami are, in a way, a better version of the will of the cosmos. They have an ego and their will and ability to think is much higher if only because they are literally a large mass of a concept shackled in a very small area and in a very tiny form. Their will is not spread too thin. But it is the same with the cosmos. They are shackled, and their powers are severely limited by the Shackles you are wearing. At the rate this is going, a millenia or two will be the most generous estimate for how long this universe will hold, before it collapses on it’s own and it simply… ceases to exist.”

Silence was deafening.

No one could speak. The revelations are too much.

It’s only because Cosmic Actress made them unable to feel terror or panic that they are not having a mental breakdown.

“… Can’t this be fixed? If the kwami being shackled and separated from the universe is the problem, then shouldn’t breaking the shackles help?” Ivan asked this time.

The akuma shook nix head.

“No. It’s too late for that to just fix everything. Far too late. Had that been done just a few days, or at best, a few years after the enslavement of the kwami, that might have been fixed with little problems. But today, it’s been centuries if not millenias since those idiots at the Temple shackled the kwami. The universe can no longer fix this level of damage freely. Trust me. I know. I tried doing that before. At this point, if you do that right away, it will be like like taking a broken vase and having a literal toddler do the fixing. The universe as you know it will be completely unrecognizeable. And it won’t stop the kwami from being enslaved again. The Order of the Guardians will still exist, they will still get the idea of enslaving literal concepts, and the universe will still want things to happen naturally so it won’t stop them. And no. Time travelling to stop them is impossible. The laws of causality will not allow that to happen. Even I almost died and had my literal soul almost erased when I tried in one of the many time resets I’ve lived through.”

“Is there no way to fix that?” Chloe asked.

“… To be honest. I don’t know anymore. I’ve exhausted all my options through my long life. Teaming with other heroes. Creating subordinates to do it for me. Freeing the kwami right after they are enslaved. Even in timelines where I allowed the heroes to defeat me, another version of me will still exist in another timeline, still undefeated. Nothing really worked for me. I don’t know if it’s because of my position as the 'Final Villain’, or because of any other reason. All. Failed.”

For the first time since Cosmic Actress spoke, tiredness and resingation seeped into nix tone.

They could understand that.

It just sounded so hopeless.

“There’s only one last options that I did not really try until now. It didn’t really seem plausible to me, but I guess I must gamble here.”

Nix took a breath as Chloe and the rest held theirs in anticipation.

“The only option left to me is to… gamble on the coexistence of the Theory of Narrative Causality and the Protagonist-Centered Morality. And that you are the protagonists of this era.”

“I don’t follow.” Adrien told nix sincerely. All of them can’t really understand nix words.

Nix rubbed nix forehead, feeling the headache resulted from explaining this. “Look, you people have media entertainment. And sometimes in the show, things happen because and I quote, 'because the plot says so’. Sometimes characters act in a different way only to justify the plot. Got it?

"This is exactly the reason why Hawkmoth, or rather, the former villain, Gabriel Agreste- not the current one, this reality’s Gabriel is a good person somehow–didn’t just win. He could have overwhelmed Marinette and the 'original’ heroes by spamming Akumas every hour until they dropped from exhaustion. He could have made a tracking Akuma, or any of the other ways for him to win easily or solve his problems. He didn’t do that because the universe, or at least the not-so-healthy area of the universe made it so.

"The same thing happened with Marinette and the many problems she had. She could have easily defeated Hawkmoth many times over, rescued herself from her partner’s harassment (literally take the ring away with no guilt), forced people to respect her boundaries even if it required violence, stopped people from shipping her against her will, made better choices in her life. But the choice was basically stripped from her. In fact, me coming to existence was because the universe was stable for a moment and suddenly Hawkmoth couldn’t magically ignore her negative emotions being unleashed like it happened many, many times before.

"And here we come to her partner. Your previous counterpart, Adrien Agreste.”

Nix pointed at him much to everyone’s surprise.

“You might be a good person in this reality, but in Marinette’s reality, you were one of the most horrible people I’ve ever seen. You were a two-faced brat with no morals and with no care for anyone but yourself. You never cared that your classmates were threatened by an akuma, you casually joked in the most inappropriate times, you contstantly sexually harrassed Marinette as a 'hero’, and you abused your power over her to stop her from dealing consequences to those that hurt and bullied her. You were all but literally given everything on a silver platter. You had the easiest and stupidest test to be a superhero, your classmates liked you instantly despite apparently never having time to bond with them. You all but have gotten a harem of girls fawning over you for the most nonsensical reasons, and somehow no one in Paris could see that you were literally harassing your partner. But of course, when someone does the slightest thing that you didn’t like, it’s suddenly the most horrible act ever. You were literally an embodiment of the Protagonist-Centered Morality in all but name.”

Adrien was paling, but he didn’t refute nix.

He’d seen them, the memories of what he did in that timeline. He knew just how horrible and disgusting the previous him was. It still didn’t make it any less painful to hear it told to his face so bluntly.

But Cosmic Actress was still not over.

“Not like the rest of you were spared either from being Narratively Right or Narratively Wrong either, but it will take too long to talk about every little thing that you were tangled with. So I will just sum up that your entire behaviours as being a bunch of racist stereotypical caricatures, and existing to woobify the rich. I mean, how else would Chloe’s pervious counterpart stay a billionaire or how her father didn’t get murdered because he didn’t even punish his daughter for crashing a train and basically committing to aiding a literal terrorist? Of course we can’t also ignore forcefully trying to shove someone into a relationship simply because the relationship in question sounded 'cute’, even if the person in question is making it clear they are not happy or comfortable.”

The whole team was shaking, horrified by the pictures nix was painting.

Nix waited for them to calm down, feeling drained nixself. What nix was saying were things nix had wondered about for a long time, and never spoke to anyone else (except nix Amok and friend Natasi) so it felt a little liberating to voice them out.

“Okay, but what is our role in that? What can we do to fix all of–” Adrien spread his arms as if ponting to the world around them. “–This?”

Nix looked at them.

“Honestly, at this point I only have assumptions to go with.” nix admitted “But the only thing that might work is you using the so-called favouritism of this broken universe for your benefit. If you are really the Heroes of this Reality, the Protagonists, then maybe, just maybe, if you desired to get rid of the shackles put on the kwami, wished so hard to fix this messed-up reality, you might bend the broken will of the universe for you and make it give you the results you desire. You may even allow for the current versions of you to continue existing, instead of being erased or reset to that of your original selves.

"Of course, this is not even a 50/50 chance for success, it might even be a one in a trillion or less in your favour. But at this point, I am more than satisfied by this infinitesimal chance of success. I really have nothing to lose either, except losing my sanity and memories as I continue living forever.

"But you do have a lot to lose. If you don’t stop this, the entire universe might cease to exist, or the world will be reset, and you will be erased anyways, along with all your loved ones.”

That was it. That was the whole message. A long speech about how messed-up the whole reality is. Nix has nothing else to tell them.

A portal opened behind Cosmic Actress, and nix glanced at the heroes for the last time.

“The choice is in your hands. Will you gamble on this one chance to give everyone their happiness? To free the kwami and fix the damage while simultaneously making sure that the history will not repeat itself? Or will you abandon all Hope, and succumb to the Despair? From this point, I am leaving this little war between us. You are also free from your responsibility to fight me. Do whatever you want in your lives. If you want to live normal lives, go for it. If you want to prepare the world for the worst, go for it. If you want to risk everything for a possibly nonexistent chance of happiness for you and the world as a whole, go for it. You are the only one who can decide what to do from now on.

"Farewell. We might never meet again, Heroes. Regardless of what you choose, I hope you live contently… Until your last breaths…”

With that, the portal closed, with what seemed to be a final farewell.

Only the superheroes were still there on the tower, processing the whole speech.

“Just… what should we do now? If this was true, what can we do…?” Alya asked, doubt clear in her voice.

“I don’t know, Alya. I don’t know…” Ivan told her.

None of them knew what to do.

The weight of the knowledge of their world’s impending end hangs heavily, and there are not enough answers to how they can even start untangling this cosmic web that is hanging on every living being.

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The One Where You Can’t Be Kept Apart

A/N - Thank you 🥕anon for sending in this request and another brilliant idea! I really hope you enjoy what I have come up with ☺️ Also, I was unsure with how to end it, so it took me a little longer to write than usual 😂

Disclaimer: This is inspired by the Friends episode ‘The One With the Memorial Service’ and is in no way my own original idea. I have also used some direct quotes from the episode for the purpose of keeping some fidelity towards the plot.

You huff, folding your arms across your chest as Soobin begins to interrogate you. He’s only been at yours for a few minutes and you’re already tired of him. You get that he’s trying to look out for you and do as you asked of him; which he’s taking incredibly seriously. But is it really necessary for him to pay you a visit sporadically, just to see if he can catch you out?

It’s like he doesn’t trust you. Not that you blame him really, I mean you’ve just broken up with the love of your life, Yeonjun, and asked Soobin to make sure you don’t have any contact with him because you don’t trust yourself to keep away. But just because you have very little self control when it comes to Yeonjun, doesn’t mean that you need to be watched so often.

It’s been about two weeks since you and Yeonjun broke up after being happily together for just over a year. The reason being that you both realised you wanted different things for your future. Things that, even after much debate, neither of you were willing to compromise on.

It had always been your dream to fall in love with your soulmate and get married. Ever since you were little you’d indulge in your fantasy and act out these magical weddings with your friends. You, of course, always played the bride.

Now, Yeonjun has never been opposed to the idea of marriage. He just doesn’t see the point in having this big, expensive wedding. In his opinion it’s a waste of time and money. He would just be happy to elope.

And that’s the main issue that broke you up. You’d been so distraught over the idea of not having the wedding of your dreams, and Yeonjun stubborn in his views, that you’d come to the agreement that if you can’t agree on this then you’re not meant for each other.

From the second he received the news from you crying down the phone, Soobin had barely left your side. He’s been the most amazing friend to you and done everything he can to help you through this break up. And that’s exactly why you feel guilty for finding him annoying right now.

“I know you’re hiding something (Y/N).” Soobin mumbles, more so to himself than to you, but you hear him clearly none the less. “Who’s shoes are these?” He suddenly quizzes you, holding up a pair of dirty black trainers. Ok, so they aren’t the most fashionable shoes ever, but they are comfy and you have lost any motivation to put effort into your appearance right now. All you can seem to focus on is your heartbreak.

“They’re mine.” You deadpan, your sensitivity making it difficult to not be offended. And Soobin really should have known better because if he’d taken a second longer to look at the shoes he’d realise that they are too small to belong to Yeonjun.

“Oh, sorry.” He utters softly, placing the shoes neatly by the front door once again. You watch as he snoops his way around your apartment, in and out of rooms unsatisfied with his lack of finding anything.

That is, until a knock on your front door sounds. You casually make a stand from the sofa where you had previously been slouched, still sulking over Soobin’s insult over your shoes.

“Wait! I’ll get it.” Soobin calls out to you, hurrying past you. He practically pushes you away from the door; not that he intends to, he’s just oblivious to his actions in the moment.

“It’s just the takeout I ordered.” You sigh, throwing your hands up defensively.

Soobin shoots you a frown before turning the handle and swinging the door open.

“Oh my, what are the chances!” You pretend to be shocked, hands flying up to cover your mouth upon the disappointed look Soobin sends you when the door reveals Yeonjun. “7 billion people in the world and they send Yeonjun to deliver my food!” You continue, hoping that you sound believable enough. Though it’s unlikely with the way your best friend has been doubting you from the very second you asked him to help you keep away from Yeonjun.

Soobin simply rolls his eyes at your terrible acting, turning expectantly to look at Yeonjun for an explanation to his presence.

“I’m sorry, but when (Y/N) called I just couldn’t keep away.” His head hangs low, ashamed of his weakness for you… and for getting caught.

“How’d you even call him?” Soobin gawks at you, seriously confused as to how you found a way to contact Yeonjun without having access to a phone. Yes, Soobin had confiscated it first chance he got. But you have to admit that the time away from your phone has been quite nice.

“FaceTime on IPad.” You mumble sulkily, reluctantly admitting how you’d managed to go behind Soobin’s back. You’d hidden it from him so your parents could at least contact you if they needed… or so you’d convinced yourself.

“iPad, of course! I should have known.” Soobin shakes his head, scolding himself for not having realised sooner.

“Soobin, if (Y/N) and I want to see each other, then we should be allow-”

“This doesn’t concern you Yeonjun.” Soobin interjects Yeonjun’s justification. It’s not that he wants to be rude to Yeonjun, or that he doesn’t like him, it’s just that if he allows this then he’s failed at being a good, supportive friend to you.

“Oh really, maybe I was confused considering the mention of my name.” Yeonjun sasses back. “What I was saying was, why can’t we be friends?” Yeonjun, determined to finish what he wants to say, continues. You notice he doesn’t look at Soobin as he speaks, only you. And the pleading look he sends your way makes you melt.

“I guess there’s no harm in that.” You shrug, trying to not show your true emotions as you observe the wide smile that spreads out across Yeonjun’s face. You really had missed his smile so much.

“Well ok then. If you’re just hanging out as friends then I can join, cause I’m your friend and Yeonjun’s friend too.” Soobin announces and you stifle your laughter when you notice Yeonjun grimace at being called Soobin’s friend.

“I guess.” Yeonjun mumbles reluctantly as he is finally able to enter your apartment properly.

The three of you sit on the sofa, Soobin forcing himself in the small space between you. It’s awkward. No one knowing what to say first to break the silence.

“So how have you been?” Yeonjun is the first to speak, leaning around Soobin to see you.

“I’ve been good, thanks.” Soobin answers as you open your mouth to speak.

“And you?” Yeonjun chuckles now beginning to find Soobin amusing. His gaze is focused intently onto you, eager to finally talk properly with you after so long apart.

“I’ve been better.” You force a small smile.

When you’d initially contacted Yeonjun and invited him over, you’d been so desperate that you hadn’t given it any thought as to how you might feel when he’s actually here. It’s a lot more difficult to see him than you expected, and you know it’s just your overwhelming emotions talking, but you’re still in love with him.

Despite wanting nothing but to cave in and get back with Yeonjun, you remain strong and fight the urge. You don’t want the same things as each other. And the more you remind yourself of that, the more you are able to convince yourself that breaking up was the right thing for the both of you.

“I’ve missed you.” Yeonjun admits. You stare into his longing gaze, your heart racing as you see the sincerity pouring out of him.

“I’ve missed you too.” You whisper, not trusting your voice. You can feel your eyes well up as the words tumble from your lips without thought. Although, it’s true, you really have missed him with all your heart.

“You know, on my way over here I saw a pigeon throw up and then a rat ate it.” Soobin quickly jumps in and changes the moment as soon as he senses the mood getting too serious.

“I still think about you everyday. I mean it’s kinda hard not to when everything reminds me of you.” Yeonjun chooses to ignore Soobin’s obvious attempt at stopping your conversation.

You aren’t sure how to respond to him, so overwhelmed that you feel like the room is spinning.

“Ok, I’m gonna head to the bathroom.” Soobin stands from the sofa. “But I’ll be quick so don’t try anything.” He warns, waving his pointed finger between the both of you before he leaves.

“Look, I’m not going to ask to get back together because I know we want different things.” Yeonjun takes the opportunity to finally say what he’s wanted to say the whole time. “But just to be with you one more night…”

“I want that too, but isn’t that gonna make it too hard?” You try to reason.

“It can’t be any harder than the last few weeks…” And yet, Yeonjun’s words seem to make more sense than you’d like.

“If I’d known the last time I saw you would be the last time, I would have stopped to memorise your face, the way you moved. Everything about you. If I had know the last time I kissed you would be the last time, I never would have stopped.” You’re left speechless by Yeonjun’s confession. Seemingly frozen in shock, your mind blank of all thoughts.

“Kiss him, you fool!” Soobin jolts you out of your daze as he rushes back in to the room.

“Huh?” You scrunch your brows in confusion at your friend. He’s done a complete 180 flip after hearing Yeonjun’s speech.

“Didn’t you hear him? If you don’t kiss him, I will.” You stare at him in shock. This has got to be some sort of test, right?

Except Soobin’s expression is completely serious. You cast several quick glances between Soobin and Yeonjun, observing how the latter sends you an almost pleading look, probably silently begging you to not let Soobin kiss him.

Soobin must be serious about telling you to kiss Yeonjun, because he’s willingly encouraging you. And that’s what finally makes you give in, instantly closing the space between you and Yeonjun, your lips moulding perfectly together in a passionate kiss.

You both pull apart breathless, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes.

“I knew you’d be here!” You jolt apart when the door swings open and slams against the wall.

“Who is this?” Soobin questions, confusion clouding his features.

“It’s my friend Beomgyu.” Yeonjun sighs. “I asked him to keep me away from you.” Yeonjun directs the last part towards you.

You simply giggle at him, half still elated from your kiss, the other in amusement.

“Hey, I’m doing that for (Y/N).” Soobin beams.

“Well you’re not doing a very good job. What’s with all the kissing!” Beomgyu sasses back.

You cast your gaze back to Yeonjun when Soobin and Beomgyu begin bickering back and forth, too invested in their arguing to pay attention to either of you.

“Want to get out of here?” You whisper to him, wide grin on your face when he nods and grabs your hand; both of you sneaking out without being noticed and quickly rushing away to make up for lost time.

“Hey, where’d they go?” Soobin suddenly notices you’re missing.

“Ugh, we blew it.” Beomgyu grumpily mutters, defeatedly throwing his hands in the air.

“I blame myself.” Soobin shakes his head in disappointment.

“I blame you too.” Soobin sends Beomgyu a glare in response.

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