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nixie-writes · 13 days ago

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Nixie x Zestial p. 2

Extermination day had passed by with many souls dead or mortally injured. Now that the tall spider-esque demon had left, she could do as she needed. Scaling down the building she hopped off a low balcony and began scanning the wreckage. She spotted an angelic weapon poking through a shark demon and nabbed it, wiping off the blood with her hand and examining her face in the metal.

It was a small dagger. About three inches long, small enough to pack in her pocket. Shopping in the Pride ring was always risky near extermination day, the panic buying definitely boosted sales for Vox, who hid in his tower surrounded by guards who would give their lives to protect the walking paycheck. Nixie rolled her eye at the thought of Vox. She hadn't been back to Pride since her nasty breakup with him. Anything with his logo gave her a sour taste.

Speaking of Vox, there he was now, examining...something? Trying to creep closer without being noticed she realized it was a decapitated exorcist. The head was cleanly separated from the body. A blade must have done this. Backing away quietly Nixie tripped on a pebble and fell back on her ass with a thud. Vox turned around to see her, muttering curses under her breath. Velvette approached her, not much shorter than Nixie.

"The hell are you doing around here? Back for a pity party?" Velvette chastised. Nixie snorted, grinning to show her teeth. "Oh please, I could get better sex from one of these corpses. Tell anti-radio to stay far from me and keep his quarrelling to Alastor. I want nothing to do with him," she stated the last piece loud enough for Vox to hear. Standing up and dusting off her clothes she turned and walked away, ignoring Valentino yelling out that he could be a dead corpse for her.

Nixie went on a small trek through Pride, taking in the accents and culture. Then again, this place has been built by those who abused the gift of free will. She wanted nothing to do with them. Though this time it was unavoidable. Walking down an alley Nixie found herself in front of Carmilla Carmine's manor. She softly knocked on the door, waving hi to the security camera. She heard footsteps approaching.

Clara and Odette were at the door. "Come in, Mother says you've made a new friend," Clara spoke gently. Odette took the rear, pulling out her phone and texting someone something. Nixie was confused as to what Clara meant by new friend, until Odette opened the door and revealed Carmilla, examining a piece of angelic metal. Beside her was none other than the mysterious spider demon, who appeared surprised and pleased to see her. Nixie stood in the doorway, a little shocked. These two knew each other?

"It was mine honor to make acquaintance with your biggest supplier," Zestial spoke as he stood up. "I believe I shall take my leave now," he adjusted his tie and passed between Nixie and Odette.

After being zoned out watching Zestial leave, Nixie remembered why she had come. "Oh yes, Carmilla!" She greeted as she entered the fellow Overlord's manor. "It isn't much, and I doubt you can sell it for much with all the damage on it, but this is all I could find," Nixie produced the small dagger. Carmilla took it from Nixie's hand. "Hmm, I can make a weapon with this. Thank you Nixie," she replied, passing Nixie a few bills of money. Turning away, Nixie knew she had to follow Zestial and learn more about him. He intrigued her.

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #alastor #husk x reader #angel dust x reader #husk #angel dust #hazbin vox #hazbin charlie #hazbin charlie x reader #vaggie #vaggie x reader #niffty #niffy x reader #nixie x zestial

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mxrcusflint · 18 days ago

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

thank u Nixie!!

pressure points (flintwood) - my most beloved; probably the most emotionally draining piece I've ever written but it still cuts deep

hot off the press (flintwood) - slut for outsider pov always

owe you a black eye and two kisses (hangster) - started writing this before the first one I posted, but I think this has some of my favorite sentences ever

punch-drunk, love-drunk (flintwood) - ilovemess.gif

H_NGM_N (hangster) - writing jake pov maybe ekes out writing bradley pov just slightly + love as sacrifice trope

#replies #erinwrites #hangster #sereshaw #flintwood #god i do still love these and i loved writing them

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poetpony6890 · 19 days ago

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Drunken words, Sober thoughts

“Why would you allow him to drink that much?!” Alden exclaimed, watching as Ash shrugged his shoulders.

“Oh do not give me that shit. Who were you drinking with?” Alden asked, as Kit kept heaving into the bucket placed behind the sea creature covered panel, although it did not provide much privacy as everyone watched.

“Matais and Altair.” Ash replied, seeing no point in lying as neither of the two could kept their mouths shut.

“Where?” Alden asked, soothing the silk fabric of Kits traditional nixie drape, which had recently come into fashion with the arrival of a new king, they called them flows, as they hung off each limb of the body.

“In the woods.” Ash answered, moving towards the vanity that used to be Adaons to look at himself.

“Bullshit.” Alden declared, as Kit heaved once more into the wooden bucket.

“In the tent.” Ash muttered, Alden threw up his hands as Kit threw up his breakfast.

“Why would you go in there?! That was the one place Kieran told you not to go!” Alden scolded.

As Ash blandly ignored him and fixed his fabric in the mirror, the wooden door to the fae lantern lit room swung. In came both Denaruis, dressed in a flow as well, maroon and ebony and Kieran.

Since becoming King, the thing that has changed the most about the youngest son was his appearance, he had sunned the thought of how he had been dressed before, descended from years of cruelty, he had switched out the three piece ensemble that everyone had seen his father wear, and now regarded as a nixie head, an ivory and azure stained flow with a matching pair of opal earrings, and a stunning necklace.

His hair had even grown twice as long, now reaching the end of his shoulders, this time more wavy than ever.

“What is the matter?” He asked, coming around to the opposite side of the panel, bending down beside his nephew, ruffling Ashes silver blond hair well passing, who adjusted the ruby gem in the centre of his chest.

“Drinking is the matter.” Alden stated clearly, as Denaruis moved over to the large than normal round.

Not only had the fashion of the courts changed, but also the decor, Kierans first thought as King was to demolish the awful marble chairs that he had been informed no one had the guts to tell his father they did not like with a silver hanging chair, with handmade pillows, soft cushions and a table in the central.

“Who with?” Kieran asked, as Ash called Denaruis over with his hands to sit with him, bringing Adaons brush.

“Altair. In the tent.” Alden stated, as he got up and joined his honorary nephew and his brother.

“Are you fucking-?!” Kieran started.

“I love him so much and he hates me because I’m a dog murder!!” Kit suddenly came to.

“Ty?” Ash asked, who was now playing a game of cards with his uncles, which he always seemed to lose.

“It was just a dog.” Kieran stated, as the door to the room opened once more hastily as his mother came in.

“We replaced the dog.” Alden declared, slamming his cards down on the table and collecting his winnings.

She rushed over with a handfuls of fabric, bending next to the bucket and holding them out for Kieran to look over, as she did so she realized Kit was still heaving. She leaned down beside him and brushed his soft blond hair aside to avoid the vomit.

“It wasn’t just a dog. I yelled at him!” Kit cried as Thea slipped the sleeves of his vomit soaked flow off him.

“So, you yelled at him?” Alden questioned, shuffling the painted cards.

“He probably hates me!” Kit kept going, as Thea stood up and slid over to the wardrobe that had been a welcoming gift from the new kings many subjects, who upon seeing what he was capable of, wished to be.

“Why do you care so much about him? He is just a shadow hunter.” Denaruis asked, looking at his cards.

“Because I love him!” Kit sobbed, as Kieran stood but and moved over to his wooden wash table.

No one commented as Kieran pressed a cloth to his face to remove the mess, then Thea came behind him and slid an embroidered nightgown over his head, then down to his legs, helping him stand up on his feet.

“Do you love him or do you think to love you have to be in such pain?” Alden questioned, placing a card.

As Kieran helped him onto his bed, tucked him under the blankets, he wondered what the answer would be.

“No more drinking.” Kieran declared as he left the bed and joined his brothers on the floating seat.

After a few tosses and turns, the door opening and closing as Thea set out on her latest trend, Basil came in to gamble with a handful of coins, and finally General Winter came in to check on Kit, who he had watched try and keep up with Altair the alcoholic. He brassed his hand over Kits forehead, who glared at him.

“I helped him raise his sister from the dead.” Kit muttered, Winter leaned down to hear him.

“What do you mean you helped raise his sister from the dead?!” He shouted, Kieran and Alden whipped around.

“You raised his sister from the dead, what is wrong with you!!” Kieran shouted, swinging from his seat.

“I love him, Kieran.” Kit stated, as his uncle came and folded his knees in front of him.

“I know you do. What made you believe you had to do that?” Kieran wondered.

“Because he asked me to.” Kit whispered, looking deeply into Kierans saddened slate eyes.

From the seat, Ash swung off and came to join the two on the bed but not before removing his dirty boots.

“If he asked you do shoot yourself in the head would you do it?” Kieran asked, holding up the blanket for Ash

“If it saves him.” Kit muttered, Kieran shook his head disapprovingly, as Ash laid next to his brother.

As both Alden and Denaruis came over, Kit was certain he would shoot him self in the head for Ty. Tiberius.

“You must reflect for a moment on that thought, surely you would not go to such lengths for someone who would not even visit you well you here cooped up with those faceless freaks.” Denaruis shamed.

Yet on of those very same freaks had allowed him into his house, his life, his heart and he had packed up and left with the very same people he had been protecting him from long before he was born.

“He was going through a hard time.” Kit cleared, as Alden came to the left of him and soothed his head.

“When people go through a hard time they drink. When people change the foundations of their futures, they become someone else. Someone you may not know.” Winter declared, coming beside Kieran, who held Ashes hand as he fished with the rings on his fingers.

“I do know him.” Kit stated, relaxing into Alden’s hand as he messaged his scalp with his soft fingers.

“You have an unclear version of love I believe. People who love you would not ask for you to do such things.” Kieran stated, Kit thought back to the many times he had wished for love in that lonely house, waiting.

“I know what love is, I’m not stupid.” Kit shot, gazing his drunken eyes over the tapestry of animals over him.

“I did not say you were, Scoldia. What does love mean to you, in your heart? Have you ever felt it?” Kieran asked, as Winter watched Ash glare at Kit, Kit glare at the ceiling, Alden glare at Denaruis and Denaruis at him

“A lot more than you have.” Kit shot, Kieran, already a tad impatient, took a breath before losing it.

“You think so? Do you think love is being left for dead with a pack of wolves, do you think love is being locked in a house with no key? As a prince at a top of a tower you are. You have no context of love because you have never had it. Love is not leaving you alone for weeks because they could not deal with you. Being forced to take pictures in the bath, to be seen nude as a statue. Thrown against walls, punched in your jaw,burned with cigarettes where the eye does not meet, beaten with a belt until your back was raw at your refusal. Some people are not capable of love, Kit. If you had ever been given any you would know this.” Kieran finished, trying to raise his alarmed voice.

“We needed money.” Kit breathed as he turned into the feathered pillow beneath his head.

“You needed a father.” Kieran murmured, shaking his head.

“You need a father.” Kit drunkenly answered.

“I killed my father and for good reason.” Kieran stated, as Denaruis nodded in agreement.

“Well, I didn’t kill my dad. We aren’t the same.” Kit shoot.

“You didn’t have to. His vileness still seaps within you.” Kieran spat, standing from the bed back to the seat.

“I could say the same for you.” Kit argued, causing Ash to slap his shoulder slightly and Alden to back up.

“If you wish for me to say that I am an awful fae so be it. I am awful, I am vile, I am mean. I am aware of my actions, I have never claimed to deny them. I murdered my father, the father of my brothers. I would never go back and change what I have done. He was an absolute horrid man, an abusive father and an awful king. Every night I go to bed with the information that I have done it for the better.

Same goes for slitting Erecs neck open, I would do it every day over, because although they may not live forever, the memory of it will in my mind. I did not do it for just myself, I have done it for every one of the members of my tower, who have insured his rein. I have found them inner justice as I hope you can as well. Do not let your upbringing affect who you will become, because I know in my soul that you are much more than a monster, a dealer, a snake, an informant. If you never see yourself as more, you will never be more.”

“But that’s all I know, what if I’m not good at anything else?” What if that is all I’m ever going to be?”Kit asked, allowing his eyes to glaze over with the wine.

“You must stop thinking about who you were and start thinking of who you are.” Alden cleared.

“I don’t know who I am.” Kit hushed, looking towards his elder uncle as his eyes glazed over into sleep.

“You will find out as we all do, through error. I did not become General over a night. You must fail before you succeed. We will find a way to rid you of the ghosts of your pasts.” Winter cleared, as Kit remained silent.

“Why were you drinking to begin with?” Kieran asked, now turning to face Ash.

“He wished to, I simply came along. I did not drink.” Ash verbalized, as Kieran rolled his dark eyes.

“Why did he wish to drink?” Kieran questioned, forming a pleasant dream in his hands for his nephew.

“It ‘tis all he has ever known.” Ash muttered, leaning into Kits chest and falling asleep same as him.

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bionicle-ramblings · 1 year ago

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@crystaltoa

He is not. He's had to spend centuries honing his star reading and other such skill, and yet here's a Ga-Matoran that might as well have spit on it all because she learned it from nonsense and she's doing just fine. It's imprecise, her notes are a mess, she has no maps of the stars on her being or on her wall for reference, and yet here she is

Yeah, no. He could deal with her as a Matoran, but as a Toa, he's handing her right over to Nokama and making her Nokama's problem; Vakama has two of his own in the form of two very noisy, very talkative friends, so he's not getting more added onto his plate

Sooooo

I just learned about a character named Nixie, and now I want to just ramble about this character

For starters, she's a Ga-Matoran and her job on Mata Nui is as an Astrologer

As we all know, most if not all of the Matoran in the MU were in Metru Nui before the Great Cataclysm and they moved to Mata Nui. Despite having their memories of Metru Nui wiped, the Matoran still maintained who they were; Takua still wandered around, Jaller was still by the book, et cetera

My train of thought here is that Nixie was very much an unofficial astrologer, or at least someone who studied astrology, doing so more than other studies. Like, her studying astrology wasn't a bad thing, but it wasn’t smiled upon because she was already studying something else, like history or something

I imagine Nixie was sort of "Ga-Metru's Takua," but instead of wandering around from place to place, her mind wandered instead, to the point where her destination was the stars above, and was often possibly either late to lectures because she was in Ko-Metru to borrow a telescope or frighteningly early and would remind the teachers of things they might have missed as they taught, as if she'd somehow found out what they would be teaching

And I imagine that she was a good, but infuriating student because despite being late or ealy to classes, she would know what the teachers were teaching, even if no one told her. Eventually, enough teachers got fed up and threw her to Nokama, who was a multi-award winning student

At first, Nokama was expecting someone to be a slacker, someone who wouldn't even show up, wouldn't engage, maybe even have to be threatened by Vahki to go to a class and stay for its entirety. What she found instead was a new Matoran in her class that was the first to be there and greeted her by name and asked if they were learning about purifying protodermis, which surprised Nokama because she usually keeps her notes on her lectures under lock and key. Nixie, to calm her teacher, assured her that her notes are safe, but advised she find a better hiding spot for them; under a sleeping pallet is cliche and that's the first place anyone will look

Nokama was, rightfully, shocked and made a mental note to keep an eye out for Nixie. That unease did not go away when Nixie kept staring up at the sky rather than paying attention, yet knew what Nokama was teaching, to the point she could repeat it back to her with no problem. Or when, after class, Nixie warned Nokama to be careful near the protodermis canal, something that one of Nokama's friends told her not to worry about

She started worrying when she almost drowned after falling into the very canal, and more when Nixie arrived late to a class, racing in from Ko-Metru, and told Nokama that she's about to have great honor bestowed on her, as well as tragedy that would take centuries to heal

And that tragedy came in the form of Lhikan giving Nokama the Toa stone and Nokama becoming a Toa

Just imagine Nokama seeing Nixie again with the other Toa Metru around, and Nixie, who has only ever met Nuju and Nokama, greets Whenua, Onewa, Matau, and Vakama by name and their previous occupations. It freaks out everyone, even when Nixie's disappointed that Vakama didn't see her in his visions, though she chalks that up to her role not being THAT big to be a vision. Nuju slows her down, telling everyone that he knows Nixie because she traded trinkets for using a Ko-Metru telescope, and then she got too good at seeing ahead. Nixie calls him a slow-poke, and Nuju tells Nokama she has a smart student

And, to go back to something I was saying before, I imagine that with her foresight, Nokama is worried because there's that occasional, "I'm being watched," feeling she gets, and later sees Vhisola GLARING at Nixie as Nixie stares up at the sky and tries to see the stars, even when it's broad daylight. Nixie does mean well, proven when she shows Nokama bits of an artifact she found and had to fist fight another Matoran for(don't ask), I just love the image of Vhisloa glaring at Nixie, seething at how a star staring know-it-all can both take Nokama's attention amd also be a source of Nokama's fear, when really Nixie is trying to read the stars and see which way home is the best trying to see how long it takes for stars to be hidden when the twin suns rise

Back to Toa stuff, imagine Nixie seeing Nokama leave Ga-Metru and, when asked to elaborate on the "tragedy" she foresaw, she only tells Nokama that a shadow is growing in Metru Nui and if she told Nokama what she saw, Nokama would hesitate and she's not in a position to do that anymore. With very ounce of respect she has, Nixie wishes Nokama luck on her journey and thanks her for being such a wonderful teacher and an amazing Toa. Nokama points out how Nixie makes it sound like they'll never see each other again, and Nixie admits she'd rather not elaborate on that

And Nokama only understands why when she becomes a Turaga and finds Nixie again, only now Nixie is staring up at a new night sky and is speechless at both how beautiful it is and how exciting it is to have something new to learn

#bionicle #headcanon #nixie #nuju #nokama #Nokama has her own Takua in the form of Nixie #reblog reply

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tsuteychubbyhumanmate · 2 years ago

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He is in love.

Pairing: Namor/K’ul’ku’kan x reader

A short-one shot of their concubine

Warning: Fluff, Falling in love, Lovemaking, Pillow talk/ dirty talk ( in English and Yucatec Maya), Fingering, Oral (fem), Creampie, Cuddling.

You inhaled, feeling the cold bite of fear and anxiety as the wide beach's waves touched your feet, Namor was gonna show you his home, well not talocan but something his people do. You fidgeted with your new gift from him; kimoyo beads "Encantadora, do not worry, I won't let anything hurt you." Namor spoke up beside you, you know that so you nodded wordlessly and pushed a bead, the suit begin to engulfed you like a parasite lynching onto its lifeline host. Namor offer his hand and you took it.

You both dived into the ocean. With Namor's strong swimming, you made it to your destination within 12 minutes, Namor whistled, and in the distance, a killer whale swam towards you both, and stopped right in front of Namor. Taking your hand, he guided your hand flat against the nose of the killer whale, its skin felt smooth and rubbery "Here." he put a dead fish in your hand once you stopped petting the whale "Fed her." he spoke, and you carefully fed it to the majestic animal, which in return you got a happy noise leave the large mammal.

You and Namor continue to feed the killer whale as he taught you how to tame her. "What's her name?" you giggled and smiled as she pushes her snot against your hand for more pets "She does not have one." he replied, eyes softening as he looks at you, you hummed "Nixie. How about it, girl?" your smiled widen as she nodded her head, Namor smiled fondly "We must go now, it's late." Namor grabbed your hand and as you wave goodbye to Nixie. "Thank you, that was amazing." You broke the comfortable silence as you both make your way into your home, you turned around to ask him if he wanted to stay the night, his mouth and tongue answered for you, your tongue swirled around his, and your hand on the back of his neck, threading your fingers in his hair.

Namor slammed the door shut with his foot, his hands griped your hips like you'd suddenly disappear, and he pulled you flat against him, one hand started groping your ass as he walked you back to your bed. you yelped as you made contact with your mattress, your clothes already on the floor and Namor in all his naked goodness on top of you, there was something different in his eyes, felt different as he slowly fingered you, his kisses felt hot to the touch. His tongue dragged between your folds, his teeth gently scraping against your clit. His fingers curled at your g-spot, his pace became faster and his mouth sucked hard around your clit, his beard leaving a ticklish sensation on your thighs.

"Jach ma'alo'ob. (so stunning)" he whispered watching as you came on his fingers. He slowly pushed inside, balls deep, his brown eyes intense with emotion as he thrusted hard but slow, each hard thrust banged the headboard against the wall, you whimper and moan, digging your nails into his lower back as it flexed with his thrusts "This is were you belong, with me." a sharp thrust "Le tséel yéetel kaambal, cubierto yéetel le ti' joyas yéetel in semen" he hissed pounding you into the bed, you squeaked as you cummed "Fuck!" he growled, with a final harsh thrust, he filled you with his seed.

After the passionate lovemaking? Namor cleaned your tired body of sweat and cum, putting the dirty rag in your sink he laid beside you, pulling you against his firm chest, and at the edge of unconsciousness, you heard what you only had wished for, from the man you came to love.

"I have fallen for you," he admitted softly "You have lived up to your name In hechicera, you truly have enchanted me." the void welcomed you.

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Le tséel yéetel kaambal, cubierto yéetel le ti' joyas yéetel in semen.

Beside and below, covered in the finest of jewels and my cum.

In hechicera.

My enchantress.

Encantadora

Enchantress.

#namor x reader #namor smut #namor x y/n #namor fanfiction #namor x you #namor fluff #namor fic #mcu namor

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kyokittymeow · 2 months ago

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First School Day (Time Twins Kids!)

I realised i never posted this fanfiction here...so here you go

"No, I don't want to! I don't want to!"

Krux slipped out of the tight and absolutely hideous shoes once again, while thick tears ran uncontrollably down his cheeks. "I don't want to go there!"

Today was the twins' first day of school. Krux had a stomachache the days before and hadn't slept well. He definitely didn't want to go to this school.

Alex sighed, crouched down and gently cupped his cheeks. "But Krux, every child has to go to school. And you're not alone. Acronix is with you."

His younger twin hopped back and forth impatiently, he had already put on his school uniform. "Can we finally go?" he grumbled. "Just a moment, Nixie," Alex replied tenderly. She took the shoes in her hands. "Why don't you want to put them on?"

"Because they're uncomfortable!" Krux whined. "And that stupid clothing too!" He tugged at the sleeve of the scratchy fabric. He wanted to take everything off and throw it on the floor. "All children wear this school uniform," his mother explained. "That's just the rules."

Krux sniffed. "But I don't want to..." Alex wiped the tears from his face. "Now please stop crying. You don't want the others to see you like this, do you?"

Krux didn't want to see those other children at all. He didn't want to go to that stupid school. He just wanted to stay at home where he felt safe. Why was he being forced to do something he didn't want to do?

"Come on, put your shoes on," his mother told him. "Otherwise we'll be late." The boy realized that it was hopeless. No matter how much he resisted, he had no chance against his mother.

He reluctantly put on the shoes and pulled a face. "Good." Alex was relieved to have been able to convince her stubborn son after an hour. "Now we have to hurry."

She took Krux by the hand and almost had to pull him outside. Acronix trotted impatiently ahead of them. "Finally! That took soooo long!" Krux's stomach grew heavy as they left their house behind them and walked to school. Alex was almost running while she dragged Krux behind her like a stubborn donkey.

"Now stop acting like this. We're really late!" she scolded. He could sense that her patience with him was slowly running out. "Mom, not so fast..." he whimpered, struggling to keep up with her. He didn't like this rush. It made him terribly nervous.

"I can't do anything about it. Whose fault is it that we're late?" Alex replied sharply. "That's mean..." Krux grumbled. "It's Nix's fault too, because he was too lazy to get up."

Acronix pouted, insulted. "Not true!" He nudged him with his shoulder. "Very true!" the older one contradicted and returned the nudge. "Stop arguing!" hissed their mother. "We don't have time for that."

Acronix stuck out his tongue at him before rushing forward again. Krux grunted angrily. It was Acronix, who was whining about being too tired to get up. He had almost fallen asleep during breakfast and was just dawdling around. So why was it all Krux's fault?

However, he quickly forgot about that when the school building came into view. Huge and threatening. Krux would have loved to turn around and hide under the covers in his bed. "Look, everyone's already here!", Acronix remarked and pointed to the many children who had gathered in the yard in front of the school.

Krux swallowed fearfully. He didn't want to be surrounded by so many strangers. "From here on, you can do it on your own," said Alex. "I'll pick you up after school." Krux's eyes widened in horror and he clung tightly to his mother's dress. "No, don't go! Why can't you come with us?" There was never any mention of her not accompanying the two of them to school!

"Parents aren't allowed in school," she explained gently.

"Besides, that would be really embarrassing!", Acronix interrupted. "Can we go now? We're the last ones!"

But Krux couldn't move an inch. His eyes filled with tears again. "I don't want to..." he whimpered. "It's not as bad as you think," Alex assured him. "I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

Krux doubted that. What could be fun in a place where you were forced to go every day?

Alex hugged her sons tightly and kissed each of them on the head, causing Acronix to grumble in annoyance. "Have fun, boys," she said, ruffling their black hair. "And be good."

Acronix freed himself from her embrace. "Yes, yes. See you later!" He sprinted across the yard towards the group. Krux's eyes widened. "Hey, wait for me!" A little more hesitant than his brother, he let go of his mother and hurried after him. But as he approached the many students, he slowed down and almost ran back again.

Desperately, he turned to his mother and was a little relieved that she was still standing in the same place. "Brother!" Krux turned to his younger twin, who held out his hand. Krux gratefully grabbed it and held it tightly.

He was so glad that his brother was with him. Without him, he probably wouldn't have even made it to school. Actually, he had made it his duty to always look after Acronix, since Krux was the older one and had a certain protective instinct. But he was also happy when Acronix was there for him and took on the role of 'big brother'.

Krux suddenly noticed a child with blonde braids staring at the two of them. He instinctively turned away from her and hid behind his brother. He hated being stared at like that. It only made him more nervous.

"Hey, you there!" she suddenly called. But Acronix didn't seem to notice her. Either he was lost in thoughts, as he often was, or he couldn't hear her because it was too loud because of all the chatter. For Krux, at least.

In any case, he didn't want to answer her. Why should he? He didn't even know her. But the girl didn't let up. "Hellooo? I'm talking to you!"

Acronix flinched as if he had just woken up from his dream world. Maybe he really had dozed off for a moment.

Krux had often seen him sleeping in the strangest positions, even while standing. How he managed that was still a mystery to him.

"What is it?" Acronix asked the blonde girl. Krux stared at her suspiciously. He was sure, she would say something mean now. "Are you twins?" she asked. Acronix nodded. "Yep!"

"Who's the older one?", she asked.

Acronix smirked and pointed at Krux. "Krux is older by three minutes!"

She giggled. "Having a twin must be so cool!"

"Yeahh..." Acronix said hesitantly. "Not always. He can be so annoying sometimes!" The blonde girl laughed again.

Krux blushed and stared at his brother grumpily. That's not true! You're the annoying one!

He huffed, but didn't said it out loud. Acronix grinned cheekily, as he already knew, what his twin was thinking about this.

Krux relaxed again, as the girl didn't ask any more questions. Although, you couldn't call it relaxing. His knees were weak, his hands sweaty and his stomach was rebelling. He hoped to be able to go home as soon as possible.

The teacher, who was standing in front of the school, asked for silence and then led her students into the building. Krux held Acronix's hand tighter. He almost stumbled as his brother impatiently squeezed through the crowd.

"Nix...!" he whispered annoyed. But his twin ignored him and pushed his way forward, with Krux in tow, attracting a few annoyed looks.

The school already looked terrible from the outside, but it was even worse inside. It smelled musty, the floorboards creaked with every step and it just looked shabby. Krux felt uncomfortable. He definitely didn't want to stay here.

The teacher led the group up a few stairs until they reached a room that must be the classroom. There were wooden tables - as well as chairs, a blackboard, a desk at the front and a few windows.

Now they were allowed to choose a seat. Acronix immediately stormed towards a table that was almost at the front and where they would be directly in the teacher's field of vision. Krux sighed heavily. He himself would have preferred a seat in the last row where he couldn't be seen. But his brother had already made up his mind. And he definitely didn't want to be separated from him.

He followed him a little more slowly while the rest of the students also chose their seats. A boy was about to sit down at the table that Acronix had in his sights. His younger twin reared up threateningly in front of him. "Go away! This is our place!"

The blond stared at him, insulted. "But I was here first!"

"I don't care!" Acronix replied stubbornly. "My brother and I will sit here! Right?" He turned to Krux, who, however, looked at the floor in shame. He was so embarrassed. Why did his brother always have to be so impulsive?

"Why doesn't he say anything?" asked the blond boy. "Can't he talk?" He grinned mockingly. "My brother can talk very well!" Acronix's eyes flashed angrily. "He just doesn't talk to idiots like you!"

The boy's face changed as if he was about to cry. He silently turned away from the twins and looked for another seat. "Hehe! I showed him!" Acronix said triumphantly as he sat down. "Did you see his stupid face?" His eyes shone with pride.

Krux, however, felt a little sorry for the boy. "You shouldn't have said that, Acronix..." he said quietly. "That was a bit mean." Acronix crossed his arms rebelliously in front of his chest. "But he was mean to you too! He's not allowed to do that!"

Krux shrugged his shoulders. "I don't mind." He was used to others teasing him because he was different from the others. Quiet, reserved... weird.

"Krux is so weird," they always said.

"Why doesn't he ever talk?"

"Why doesn't he play?"

"Why is he such a bore?"

"Krux is a crybaby!"

"He definitely has no friends..."

Krux's hands were shaking. He quickly banished the voices from his head and concentrated on what the teacher was saying. "Now that you all have chosen their seats, I would like everyone to introduce themselves by their names."

Krux's eyes widened in horror. Introduce yourself?! Did that really have to be? He hated speaking in front of so many people, even if he only had to say his name.

But he had no choice, because the teacher was already going through the first row.

Krux's heart was pounding in his throat. His voice would probably fail anyway. But that would be even more embarrassing!

"And now to you two," she said kindly.

Krux swallowed when he realized it was his turn. His hands were sweating with nervousness, and the expectant looks of the other students didn't make it any easier. His throat was dry, and he swallowed hard again.

"K...Krux..." he managed to say. Probably no one understood that, but he didn't care. He had no desire to get to know anyone in this class, or even to become friends.

The teacher nodded, her gaze was gentle and encouraging. Many people had given him that look, and he hated it. As if he were a poor, vulnerable lamb that needed to be looked after very carefully.

Whatever. He had that behind him now and could breathe again.

Acronix then spoke up. Much louder, so that Krux flinched a little. He had always had sensitive ears.

When the introductions were over, the teacher explained a few other things. What subjects the students would have, how long a school day would last, what they had to bring with them, and so on.

Krux noticed that Acronix wasn't listening and was instead staring out of the window as if spellbound. He wondered what he was actually seeing there. He was probably dreaming again...

"Has everyone understood that so far?" the teacher asked after her speech. The children nodded and answered her question in the affirmative. "Very good. Then I look forward to seeing you all again tomorrow!"

Krux breathed heavily. He had made it. The squeaking of chairs and the chatter of students filled the room. Acronix jumped up. "That was boring enough to fall asleep!" he said.

Krux also got up and looked at him surprised. He hadn't really thought about sleeping, he had been too tense for that. "I just want to go home..." he muttered exhaustedly. The first day of school had clearly been too much for him. He was already getting stomach cramps when he thought about tomorrow.

How was he supposed to get through this with his constant anxiety attacks? He wasn't even able to utter a sensible word. And then all the children would make fun of him. Krux sighed as he imagined the worst scenarios in his head.

He barely noticed Acronix leading him out of the school. Only when the sunlight shone in his face did he look up. A few parents had gathered in the yard to pick up their children. They rushed happily into the arms of their father or mother.

Krux looked frantically between the many adults, but couldn't see his mother anywhere. She promised she would pick us up!

Just as he was about to burst into tears, Acronix suddenly called out: "There's Mom!"

He pointed his finger into the crowd, and sure enough, her mother was standing there. She waved to them with a smile. Krux immediately rushed over to her and hugged her tightly. He was so relieved to see her. Now everything was fine again.

"Hey, kids! How was school?" she asked her sons while hugging them tightly. "Scary..." Krux whimpered. "Sooo boring!" Acronix answered. Alex blinked in surprise. "Didn't you like it?"

Krux shook his head hastily, and Acronix shrugged his shoulders indecisively. "It was okay..." Alex sighed slightly. "You'll get used to it...I hope."

When he got home, Krux immediately slipped out of his scratchy uniform and put on something comfortable. He folded his school clothes neatly and laid them on his bed. Acronix did the same, but left his uniform carelessly on the floor and stormed out of the room again. "I'm starving!"

Krux's stomach tightened when he thought about food. This event had taken away his appetite. Nevertheless, he obediently went into the kitchen and sat down at the set dining table.

When the little family started eating - except for Krux, who just listlessly poked around with his fork - Alex asked: "Tell me. What have you been up to?" Acronix shrugged his shoulders as he greedily devoured the pasta. "Not much," he said with his mouth full.

Her mother raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Not much?" she repeated. "How was the teacher? Is she nice?" Her gaze now wandered to Krux. He nodded slowly. "Yes..." Alex put on a worried expression. "What's wrong? You hardly touch your food."

Krux felt the tears welling up inside him. "Not hungry," he said. Acronix glanced at him sideways, but said nothing. Her mother was silent for a moment before asking, "Are you not feeling well?"

Krux swallowed. A big lump stuck in his throat. "Can I go to the room...?" He knew she didn't like it when they didn't finish eating. "Very well," Alex answered gently. Krux stood up and pushed the chair to the table before hastily running into the room he shared with his brother.

He closed the door and threw himself on his bed. He quickly wrapped himself in the blanket and began to cry quietly. Krux just wasn't ready for school yet. This step was definitely too big for him.

His chest tightened just at the thought. Sobbing, he buried himself deeper under the blanket, as if he could protect himself from all his problems that way. Maybe he could somehow avoid school tomorrow. He could pretend to be sick, would his mother buy that?

Suddenly Krux heard the door open quietly. "Krux?" his mother's gentle voice rang out. "Do you want to talk?" The boy was silent. What could he say to her? Alex sat down on the edge of the bed and waited patiently.

"What happened?" she asked after a while. "Was someone mean to you?" Krux thought back to the blond student who had made fun of him because he didn't want to talk. But he hadn't cared about him at all.

"No..." he muttered.

"Then what is it?" Krux fell silent. "Please look at me," Alex asked. Hesitantly, he threw back the blanket and sat up. Her gaze softened and she wiped the tears from his face.

"I don't want to go to school..." he whimpered. "Why not?" Krux looked desperately at his hands. He didn't know how to explain it. "Are you afraid?" she asked. Krux nodded slowly. "What are you afraid of?"

Another hesitation. He sniffed and said quietly: "It...it's all so new...and strange...and I don't feel comfortable." Alex nodded understandably. "You don't like change, right?"

"Yes..."

"You're afraid of new things because they're foreign to you, right?"

"Mhm..."

His mother pulled him into a loving hug. "Listen to me, my boy. Not all change is bad. There are good changes too." Krux snuggled up close to her and looked up at her in disbelief. He didn't understand what was good about it.

"You'll learn a lot of great things and make friends," she continued. "You'll have fun."

"I'd much rather stay with you," he whined. "I know, but you have to learn to get along without me sometimes," she explained. "I can't always be with you, my darling."

Krux shuddered at the thought. He never wanted to be separated from his mother. The idea was horrible.

"Brother...?" Krux looked up when he heard Acronix's voice. The younger one stood hesitantly in the doorway, unsure if he was allowed to enter. "Is everything okay?" He blinked worriedly. Krux slowly shook his head.

"It'll be okay," Alex said to him. "Today was probably a bit too much for him." His little brother sat down next to him and wrapped his arms lovingly around him. "Don't worry, Mom, I'll look after Krux!" he explained.

Krux smiled, for the first time today, and returned the hug. "Thank you, brother." Having a twin was the best gift in the world, and he was so grateful for it.

#ninjago #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago krux #ninjago acronix #krux #acronix #ninjago time twins #ninjago hands of time #my post

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gracie-ful-indulgence · 9 days ago

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UPDATE TIMES.

// So, this blog's cast is officially moving!

All of my OCs will be moved over to @mixed-up-multiverse, and the interest checker there will be completely revamped to include them. All threads with them will be moved as well, and the list of OCs I have will be linked there somewhere along with the list of canons.

I ALSO WISH TO NOTE: Nixie (my TADC OC) has now been retired as a character because I don't think I'm able to write her at this time. Will she come back at all? Eh, maybe later. Who knows.

BUT IF YOU HAVE A THREAD OVER HERE WITH ME; Let me know in DMs or in the replies of this. I want to make sure there is no one that I forget!

#🌟 gracie is speaking ( ooc )#🌟 listen up! ( psa )

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ollieinoue · 11 months ago

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It wasn't that Ollie necessarily disagreed with Nixie. That there was always a reason someone turned out like the Dean, or something. He just really didn't care about the reasons behind someone was an intolerant asshole whose daughter was scared of him. But then again he and Nixie hadn't been talking about all of that at all. Just the casual reasons why the Dean was terrible that everyone knew. He gave a small humming sound, nodding his head like he was considering what Nixie was saying. And if she was speaking about him, or what he might be in the future, he didn't notice. "Society, am I right?" Ollie said, tilting his head back and giving a put on laugh, before he sighed and waved his hand. "I guess we just have to notice a cautionary tale when we see one." If they didn't want to end up like these people there were clear reasons why, but who knew what the future held for anybody. "I'm gonna go get something to drink. You want anything?" He offered, pulling away from the table wiggling his empty glass back and forth.

"Where would we send them?" Genuine curiosity seeming to dispel with mention of the Dean, lips pressing into a fine line, gaze seeking out the man who was the topic of their conversation. "He could still say no. If he hates fun so much." There's a pause, a moment where they seem to consider his words, before ultimately shaking their head. "No." It was a reality that Nixie refused to live in, that people were unpleasant merely because that's who they were, that there was nothing behind it. "People are hurt and angry. They're incomplete. There's always a reason." There had to be, otherwise it wasn't something that could be fixed, that couldn't be tended to like the injury of a wounded animal, that didn't have the possibility of a positive outcome. Her green orbs cast back to him then, offering a sympathetic smile, as if he might be who she was referring to. "If they spend their lives seeking achievements instead of happiness, they'll always be empty. It'll never be enough." There would always be something bigger, something better to achieve, something else to work for that would keep them from ever finding the fulfillment they sought. "It's sad to live a life like that."

#thread 224 .#ft nixie .#feel free to end this here if you want honestly or w ur reply if you want!

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simsbyjo · 7 months ago

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On his knee, Josef asked the question.

"Nixie Moonshadow, will you marry me?"

Without hesitations, Nixie replied, "YESSS!"

Can't wait till the wedding day!

Engaged!

#Supernatural Legacy Challenge #ts4 legacy challenge #the sims 4 #legacy challenge #discoverjoanasimsblr #djsimblr #ts4 legacy #spicy sims #sims 4 edit #supernatural legacy challenge #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #ts4 challenge #Generation 6 Merfolk

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mogai-sunflowers · 1 year ago

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HI HI back with the pronoun and name requests! Also the song was VERY good :D

Land my request is pronouns related to whimsical vibes like being a little forest creature who lives in a tree >:3

And like mythical creatures like fairies, merfolk, nymphs and such if you need any more specifics I will gladly give some!!

sorry for the late reply!! i hope these are alr!!

PRONOUNS-

fae/faer

mys/mystia

mage/mages

myst/mysts

magic/magics

sylvia/sylvias

mist/mists

misty/mistys

illusion/illusions

fanta/fantasy

day/dream

daydream/daydreams

dream/dreams

dreamy/dreamys

myth/myths

mytho/mythos

glim/glimmer

magia/magias

sir/siren

siren/sirens

enchant/enchants

hypno/hypnos

hypnosia/hypnosias

mystery/mysterys

willow/willows

will/willow

sea/seas

song/songs

whisp/whisper

fairy/fairys

fai/fair

nyx/nyxem

stella/stellar

enchant/tress

elf/elfs

elf/elven

gem/gems

story/storys

ever/every

whim/whims

whimsy/whimsic

magi/imagines

imagine/imagines

wing/wings

ether/ethers

etherea/ethereas

aurora/auroras

aura/auras

light/lights

shine/shines

star/stars

glow/glows

🧙‍♀️/🧙‍♀️s

🧙‍♂️/🧙‍♂️s

🧙/🧙s

🧚‍♀️/🧚‍♀️s

🧚‍♂️/🧚‍♂️s

🧚/🧚s

🧜‍♀️/🧜‍♀️s

🧜‍♂️/🧜‍♂️s

🧜/🧜s

🧝/🧝s

🧝‍♂️/🧝‍♂️s

🧝‍♀️/🧝‍♀️s

✨/✨s

💎/💎s

🎵/🎵s

🎼/🎼s

🎻/🎻s

🌸/🌸s

🌺/🌺s

🌷/🌷s

🌼/🌼s

🌹/🌹s

💐/💐s

☀️/☀️s

🌙/🌙s

🌈/🌈s

💗/💗s

NAMES-

fae, fey, freya, reyna, cleo, chloe, gwenivere, gwendolyn, nymph, noel, mage, magia, mystia, mystery, mystique, illusion, enchanter, chant, hypnosia, fleur, flora, sol, solea, iris, iridessa, rosetta, vidia, silvermist, fawn (don't judge me /lh), sereia, astra, sylva, sylvia, forest, ocea, ocean, seatress, willow, celestia, harmony, harmonia, artemis, athena, persephony, faye, cassandra, calypso, medusa, aurora, evelyn, pixie, sky, skye, titania, hera, lark, amara, althea, asteria, hecate, lilith, luna, nyx, nixie, verity, aether, ether, eden, eve, atlas, apollo, delphi, jupiter, neptunia, zelda, sapphire, twilight, lily, ivy, lila, shimmer, starla, starlight, aurelia, thalia, farah, melody, electra, delphine, violet, crystal, lilliana, meadow, fleur, irene, ariel, celeste, nova, ari, rhea, lyra, lyric, lavender, rainbow, mist, mysteria, star, daisy, blossom, imagine, imagina, imogen, maeve, story, forever, storyglow, starglow, faeglow, faeren

#reign replies #🌌wish upon a star ; reigns requests🌌#pronoun help #name help

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angel-lugosis-dead · 1 year ago

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hi !! your Annoying Tumblr Mutual has made her return. (gonna say it rn that you can ignore this if you want to, I won't take it personally !!)

todayyy, I thought we would play a lil game that I'm sure you're all familiar with, called 'never have I ever'. just answer "I have" or "I have never" kk?

｡･:*:･ﾟ★YAY LETS GO,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever dyed my hair?

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever been in a talent show?

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever vacationed in another country?

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever met a celebrity in person?

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever gone camping?

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever learned an instrument?

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever been in a relationship?

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever cried because of an animated movie?

(to all my new mutuals, ty for being moots w/ me and I hope you're prepared for some chaos :>) (to all my *somewhat* long-time moots, ilysm fr)

okayyy baii !! and in case no-one's told you recently, I appreciate youuu .ೃ࿐

hi sugar!!! tysm 4 the ask, I've been really tired as of late which is why I haven't replied!!

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever dyed my hair?

I have!! Currently, its a faded pink :3

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever been in a talent show?

Never! I've preformed live other times tho !!

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever vacationed in another country?

I have! Once when I was a baby my mumsy and I took a trip down to DR to see family, haven't been back since

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever met a celebrity in person?

I have! I met chandler leighton spring 2023 at a summit for musicians and she was so sweet! she gave me her email and I send her my demos at times :3

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever gone camping?

I have! I've only gone once w my really amazing cousin @crybbyology, it was so crazy but sm fun :3

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever learned an instrument?

I have!! I play several :3

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever been in a relationship?

I have! Not that many bc it tends to be unrequited love but, hey I always have my fictional characters

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever cried because of an animated movie?

I HAVE SO MANY TIMESS

tysm for the asks doll, I hope your day is going gr8, ilysm frfr!!

nixie, signing off

#coquette #girlblogging #coquette aesthetic #female hysteria #girlblogger #girlblog #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #femcel #lana del rey #ask games #ask away #asked and answered #asks #inbox #nixie.txt

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nixie-writes · 1 year ago

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What if HuskerDust was canon? Nixie's reaction in a needlessly long fic I wrote in 30 minutes

I wrote this in a record 30 minutes so it isn't my best work but I've been thinking about the possibility of HuskerDust being canon and I wanted to write a piece on how Nixie would react to it. Under the cut for length this is almost 4 pages long in Docs

Nixie belongs to me, Willow belongs to @willowaudreykeyes

Willow’s POV

I sifted through my old stash of honey comb, now dried and useless. I tossed it into the trash bin and picked up a stray stem to examine. The thorns on the stem indicated it was a rose but the bulb was stripped off. Alastor left little gifts like that. I placed his gift on my work table and exited the green house. I entered the hotel and walked into my clinic, opening a drawer. Inside was a variety of small bottles with different labels on them. Checking that I had an adequate amount of each medication I kept in my drawer I left my clinic, locking the door behind me. Lord knows Angel would try to pick the lock to get to the morphine again.

It was as I was preparing to end the night that Charlie ran up to me, her eyes sparkling. She appeared to have good news. She was prancing, a wide grin on her face, clutching a shopping list. “Guess what guess what guess WHAT!” She squealed, taking my hands in hers. “Angel and Husk came out as a couple! I already have Vaggie and Niffty out to get decorations for a celebration party here. Call Nixie and tell her to get her soaking wet ass here so she can celebrate with us!”

It struck me like a rock to the head. Nixie was going to be destroyed learning that Husk was with Angel. She was practically in love with the feline demon, adoring everything he did. I almost wanted to agree, pretend to call her and lie saying she couldn’t make it for some stupid reason but I knew she’d be both heart broken and beyond pissed if I hid this from her.

Charlie was by far the most oblivious of the hotel staff. Everyone, excluding her and Husk, knew that she was hopelessly in love with Husk. I already knew Charlie wouldn’t leave me alone until I agreed to call Nixie, so I did. But actually calling her felt sadistic. Would I tell her over the phone what the party was about? No, I’d let her be excited for a party for just a little while.

With Charlie next to me I hesitantly dialed Nixie. It rang once, then twice. I was hoping she wouldn’t answer but much to my disappointment she did. Charlie leaned over my shoulder to speak into the phone, telling Nixie there was going to be a [arty. She didn’t tell Nixie what the party was for and she didn’t ask, which was a relief. After I hung up I turned to Charlie.

“You should know by now that Nixie has the biggest crush in the world on Husk, why would you invite her to a party celebrating him getting with someone else?!” I growled up at her. She appeared genuinely surprised. “Wow, really? Well fuck, I shouldn’t have invited her,” she mused. I rolled my eyes. Before I could reprimand Charlie further a portal appeared, specifically a portal made by an Asmodean crystal, and Nixie stepped through it. She wasn’t wearing anything fancy, just a black turtleneck and a pair of loose black jeans.

“I don’t know what this party is about but I bought a couple things,” she announced as she opened the shopping bag in her left hand. “Let’s see, balloons, streamers, candles and cake mix.” Nixie passed the shopping bag to Charlie. “Thanks, I’ll be sure we use them!” She raced to the kitchen, leaving me alone with Nixie.

“Oh, Willow. I got that Tundra Brittlebush you asked me to grab,” she told me, reaching into her purse. She pulled out a small bundle of stems adorned in leaves of different colors, most notably white flowers with small petals that curled into the bulb, creating a cradle-like flower. “Thank you,” I replied, taking the stems and placing them in my hair with other herbs I kept on my person for emergency cases. Tundra Brittlebush was native to the Envy ring, where Nixie was from, so she was perfect to get it for me.

I took a deep sniff; the cake was done. Now all that was left were decorations. Vaggie and Niffty had just arrived with their decorations and Charlie gave them a ladder to set up the decorations. Nixie and I walked over to the bar to stay out of the way and Nixie lit a cigarette. I rolled my eyes. “You know you’re killing your lungs, right?” I countered. She rolled her eyes and took another puff. “They’ll be fine,” she replied nonchalantly. As she took another puff I smacked her on the back where her lung was and she spouted off into a fit of coughing. “You asshole, I had smoke in my throat,” she croaked between coughs.

After about 10 minutes Vaggie and Niffty had set up decorations, and Charlie was filling the balloons and setting up the streamers. Nixie put out her cigarette and leaned back in the chair. “Any idea who this party is for? A new guest’s birthday?” I gulped. If I told her the truth she’d leave, and if I lied she’d be pissed with me for lying. I gave a noncommittal shrug. “I’m not sure,” Nixie dropped the subject and pulled her phone from her pocket and groaned.

“For fuck’s sake I can’t leave those dumbasses alone for one night,” she growled. I peered over at her phone and read the news story. Apparently a turf war had broke out on Nixie’s territory; two demons unnamed, meaning they weren’t important, were causing problems in Envy. “Do you need to go?” I asked hopefully. Maybe this turf war could be an excuse for her to not have to be at this party. “No, I’m not worrying about it,” she replied before putting her phone away. So much for that.

After another 5 minutes of waiting Charlie called to a room, “you can come out now!” Opening the door and walking out was Angel, carrying Husk along by hand. I snatched a look at Nixie, who had narrowed her eye in suspicion, staring at Angel.

“As everyone knows, Husk and Angel are a couple! And this party is to celebrate them coming out as a couple, so let’s party!” Charlie announced. The whole room clapped for Angel and Husk. Angel was soaking up the attention and Husk looked a little flustered. Even Nixie was clapping, though her expression looked strained. As the clapping died down I expected Nixie to start a fight with Angel; she was looking at him with an expression that screamed anguish. Instead she walked up to Angel and Husk in a leisurely way and congratulated them. “I hope you’re both very happy to be together and I wish you the best of luck,” she told them before going behind the bar without Husk’s permission. “Now if you’ll excuse me…” She muttered as she grabbed a bottle of Hapsburg Absinthe and making her way out the door.

“Is she uh, okay?” Angel asked, eyeing the door Nixie had just walked out of. I nodded my head quickly. “Oh, of course! She just, uh, likes to celebrate in private. I’ll uh, check on her,” and with that I left the hotel as well. Nixie was sat on the pavement at the beginning of the driveway. She had the bottle of liquor in one hand and a half smoked cigarette in the other. I approached her slowly so as to not startle her and I sat beside her, offering her a sympathetic smile. She gave me a look of pure misery before tipping her head back and chugging more alcohol.

“Dear Satan I forgot how strong this is,” she muttered as she sat the bottle down on her other side. She took a long drag of her cigarette and breathed out the smoke, iridescent in the glow of the hotel’s lights. She looked over at me with an expectant gaze. “Did you want something?” She inquired, taking another drag.

“Um, I just… I know this is a lot for you to take in and I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” I replied meekly. Nixie rolled her eye. “Peachy,” she growled before swigging down more alcohol. “Do you want me to sit out here with you for a minute or do you need to be alone?” I asked. Nixie’s shoulders slumped and she sighed. “I wouldn’t mind the company, even if just for a minute,” she replied. I leaned over to the white roses I was growing in the courtyard of the hotel and plucked one, passing it to Nixie. “You’ll find someone else, just be patient and open minded,” I offered my best advice. Nixie examined the rose, stroking the white petal gently. “This is what I get for falling for a sinner,” she mused, placing the rose next to her. I shook my head and gently took her hands. “This isn’t a punishment for falling for a sinner, it’s just bad luck. Maybe you’ll find another sinner you really like,” I suggested, trying to encourage her to cheer up. Nixie shrugged, pulling away. “I don’t know. It’ll take a while to get over him,” she sighed. I nodded my head in understanding.

We sat outside for about an hour in silence, Nixie drinking and smoking, and me examining the flowers growing in the courtyard. The comfortable silence was broken by Charlie, who came outside to tell us the party was over and everyone should get some rest. I took Nixie’s hands and led her inside, being sure to keep her away from Husk and Angel. I yawned; I was more tired than I thought. “Will you be okay on your own?” I asked her. She nodded her head. “I’m drunk enough to deal with it, go to bed,” she replied. I obeyed, leaving her alone. “Are you coming to bed, Alastor?” I asked my husband. He nodded his head. “Yes, of course, just give me a minute,” he replied. I sighed and went to bed. I knew he was going to talk to Nixie, I could just only hope he wouldn’t be too crass or sadistic.

Nixie’s POV

After Willow had left I took a seat on a bar stool, placing my half empty bottle on the table and pulling my cigarettes and lighter from my pocket. I was painfully aware of Alastor watching me like a predator would watch prey, but I tried to ignore it and lit my cigarette, taking a long puff. The silence was deafening.

As if he didn’t know what personal space was Alastor took a seat right next to me, throwing an arm around my shoulder. “You’ve been dreary all night my dear, what’s wrong?” He asked, smiling brightly as ever. I narrowed my eye at him. “Don’t play dumb with me radio prick,” I warned, a hiss in my voice.

Alastor sighed, patting my back gently. “You poor thing, losing your only love to a hooker,” he mused. “You don’t have to remind me,” I growled at him. Alastor looked me in the eye, his smile more sympathetic than anything. “No, really. I couldn’t imagine losing my lovely Willow to a floozy. Anyone with eyes could see you were lovestruck for that stupid cat for some reason or another, and now he’s with someone else. That must be painful.” He rubbed small circles on my back soothingly. Despite my hatred for him I couldn’t help but appreciate his kindness.

“Alastor?” I prompted. He hummed in response, gazing at me expectantly. “How do you get over heartbreak?” I inquired. Alastor chuckled; “it sounds cheesy but the only way is to give it time, they say time heals all wounds. Just be patient,” he replied softly. Feeling incredibly drowsy and not caring about my rivalry with the radio demon I leaned my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes. I was immediately drifting off to sleep. Alastor picked me up bridal style and carried me to my room, the static surrounding him playing an old melody I couldn't think of the name of. He dropped me off at my door and patted me on the head, his claws gently touching the tuft of water on my head. “Be patient my dear, you’ll find love again.”

Be patient.

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