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,,the winner takes it all; the loser has to fall”

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masterlist ⋆˚ 𐙚 ˚⋆

aaravos - tdp

✮ aaravos x moon guardian reader (ongoing series)

barty crouch jr - hp

✮ ocean

✮ a heart

✮ please tell me you understand (continuation of “a heart”)

✮ human

deuce x cleo - monster high

✮ still love me

muzan - kny

✮ alcyone

neil perry - tdps

✮ finale

viktor - arcane

✮ aliens

✮ viktor and reader meet again

violet x leon - violet evergarden

✮ solar systems

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finale

neil perry fic

,, and when no hope was left inside on that starry, starry night, you took your life, as lovers often do. but i could've told you, neil, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you ‘’ - don mclean

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the night was long and cold, but this aching feeling kept bubbling within him, almost like a call coercing him to come home. cheers and screams danced in his ears, with poems flowing in and flowing out acting as a guide for safety.

he continued to the stage, knowing that even a slight transgression from course would drown him in the dullness of the night. his mind was wavering; memories of the past and glimpses of the future collided like a scratched record, still, his fondest memories provided him solace and comfort as he prepared for his finale.

sharp pain overflooded his body, the crown on his head seemed too heavy to carry but he stood there proud. inside, his stomach was churning and twisting with pleasure and plead: hoping, wishing, praying for this moment to last. that’s when he knew, he had to make this moment last.

courage and defiance rushed through his fractured mind as he gripped the cold, icy prop and let his feet stabilise his posture. with unseeing eyes he observed the crowd that was cheering for him. his lips curled up as he adjusted his crown with the prop that carried a certain heaviness that promised eternal escape. he exhaled a sharp breath as if he never would again, and with veins pulsing with immense freedom, he took his final bow. although his head dipped slowly down, his smile never fell. there, he stayed with his head down low for what seemed an eternity; when the crowd fell silent and all that was left was the biting chill of the atmosphere, that’s when he knew it was over. the play had reached its finale.

he couldn’t hear the raging bang of death knocking and coming for his soul, he couldn’t hear the quiet thud of the gun nor the door bursting open. he lay there, completely still with empty hands. in that final moment, all he heard was silence, and it was enough to give him peace.

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human

barty crouch jr fic

,, monsters aren’t born, they’re made ‘’

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the night was long and cold, but the light of a thousand stars added warmth to the darkened sky. cheers and screams filled barty’s ears, like a euphonic chorus lifting his morale. for a split second, he felt a tinge of humanity: a deep memory of yearning to feel the love and warmth society offered. but as the fates decreed, he was subject to the cruelty of luck as he was doomed to walk aimlessly, longing for a hand to piece back his entire, shattered world.

after years of imprisonment and loneliness he was finally freed from his cell in azkaban, but he was not free, and barty was beginning to realise he never would be. his mind, his greatest weapon was held hostage and all he could do was obediently obey, hoping and wishing for someone to free him from everlasting insanity. but what he failed to understand was that he had long since escaped the bounds of reality and entered a world where he could pretend to be someone he never had the chance to become.

the lonely creature stood by a river, watching and wishing for something, anything, to emancipate the small part of him that was buried deep within layers of cruelty, neglect and lunacy. he looked at his reflection, his overgrown hair, dilated pupils and dishevelled clothes which were all sewn together by his sweat and snarl. his eyes traced over his frame, attempting to reimagine his character before he was coloured in by the darkness, before his fate was cemented.

maybe if he had run away, or maybe if he grew up to be the man his father wanted, he would still have a place in the world rather than being forced to hide behind shadows, watching vicariously as others had the ability to live in the world which had mercilessly banished him. maybe then, he could’ve saved his rose.

despite the hold over his mind, his loyalty and dedication to his lover would never waver. he felt the presence of his rose everyday through the thorns stabbing into his heart. but he could not part with this intangible presence because it was the only company barty had, the only proof of his love’s existence. but, even if his lover had long left him in the mortal, fragile world, barty wondered if he could ever be loved again; if his mistakes could ever be forgiven; if he would be able to be human once more.

yes indeed. it had begun. barty’s nature was being unravelled and unwrapped, like a halloween trick on a christmas day. he hoped to find salvation and a chance for renewal, but the more he stared at his reflection and the mark ingrained on his arm, the more he understood.

still, he tried to hold on to his memories, he tried to hold on to his lover, but when such a person no longer existed, there was nothing left to hold on to. he could feel it all slipping away. he was an orchestra, slowly losing it’s pitch, morphing and twisting into a cacophonic scream. but he didn’t want to forget the notes, he wanted to travel back, go back to when he was able to live, to be human. but how could he ever be human? the only people left in his life were monsters.

unable to move, he stood there, watching as his face morphed hideously, his hair falling like a tree being chopped for wood. his frame began to enlargen as his colour faded from his face and all that was left was the shadow of his former self.

now, he was a monster. but all along, barty knew that already, his decision to embrace the darkness made his humanity irreconcilable. but his imagination was an attempt to console the void that would never again be filled. but with his hideous metamorphic closure, all had to be sacrificed.

so he stared once more at his voilent transition, taking in all he saw. he was a monster, a horrendous creature. that’s what he had always been, that was what he chose. he chose to be a murderer, a devout child of the dark. looking back at him was his reflection, the same human barty he no longer believed he was. but how could he believe? no one could remind him that he still had a chance for salvation, that he was still a human.

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solar systems

violet evergarden x leon stephanotis

i originally posted this but like no one read it so i changed it to a viktor x reader but idc anymore, violet and leon deserve justice

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the air was tight, clinging onto his skin through his tethered clothes. the clouds were a mask that hid the directions from view, but this aching feeling was telling him to go -almost as if a slight transgression from course would make him drown in the blackness of the night. inside, his mind was playing like a scratched record, his fondest memories -like music to his ears- were warping and moaning like a broken orchestra. yet one thing brought harmony to the whole cacophony, a blonde haired conductor who made the chaos calm with memories of her gentle, silver hands pressing each key of her type writer, like gravity connecting all his world into a single system.

memories of her were not unfamiliar, in fact, he thought of her everyday, counting the stars like a wish, longing to see the diamond sky in her glass like eyes. their departure at first left a feeling of a rose’s thorn stabbing into his heart, but her enticing beauty wouldn’t allow him to part with her intangible presence. he, who once thought of himself as a rational scientist found himself distraught at the star he could no longer see. but in his mind, the lingering pain was what comforted him at night.

on her departure he had made a promise to her; a promise that he’d explore the world. he continued to struggle through twisted trees and gasping grass in hopes to see the the merging of two solar systems, but the sky wouldn’t grant him that grace tonight. still, in his heart there was this sensational warmth that coerced him to try and find this phenomenon. his legs ached whilst the stinging sweat trickled down his hair onto his skin. but no matter what, he could not stop.

then, at a clearing, blonde flowers bloomed in the dark night with green stems keeping them up. his eyes casted upwards as the clouds began to drift, but he felt a shift in atmosphere that conquered his senses.

“it’s been a long time.”

the voice struck him like remembered lyrics from a long lost song. but he never forgot this muse, in fact, he tried to rewrite his own words that were left unsaid at their inevitable departure.

he slowly turned around, fingers outstretched as his palms pushed against his academic robe, his pupils modulated as the final string holding his tears broke.

“violet.”

there she was, glistening in the starlight, her features similar but evolved -she became a more mature and softer light. in her eyes, she carried multiple stories he tried to read but waves clashed with his eyesight.

in that moment he felt their light year distances collide and they returned back to each other; the universe collapsed into a single singularity, but in that union they were not lonely for they had fallen back to each other.

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still love me

deuce x cleo (x seth)

synposis: deuce is too late to stop seth and cleo’s marriage. but, they meet again in the future. (angst)

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deuce pov!

i stood at the entrance of the museum door, looking up i saw her kissing him. as the comet passed, the sky lit up, fragments of crystals surrounded the entire atmosphere. but i could feel the shards in my throat, scratching and burning as i struggled to breathe. was i too late? i looked up to see cleo standing in the middle of a thousand lights reflecting her beauty, she looked even more goregous in the spotlight. i tried my best to get to her, to let her know i came back but was hastily stopped.

“duuude” nefera blocked my way as she laughed mockingly. “you’re too late.”

i tried to brush past her but was stopped by her servants. “on behalf of the de niles and now the ptolemys as well, this is goodbye forever.”

— fast forward three months —

“dude,” clawd fist bumped my shoulder forcing me to look away from my uneaten food “is cleo ever coming back?”

before i could speak, heath interrupted “dude, don’t mention her! you know she’s married now, they can’t get back together.” he tried to whisper the last part, but still i heard it ringing through my ears like a disease that wouldn’t go away.

now, clawd too tried to join the whisper train but was clearly just as bad. “okay but like maybe they can work it out or talk or smth!”

in that moment, i just really wanted to petrify both of them on the spot, but really i couldn’t. instead i muttered an excuse about needing to use the restroom but descended my way down to the catacombs. i walked over to smokey and placed a hand on his head, “i lost her dude.”

i had already lost smokey, and now i lost the love of my life, life truly was meaningless now. i just wanted to find a mirror and turn to stone, or at least numb my heart but it wouldn’t work. my love for cleo would still ache a numbed heart.

then they came, rivers and streams started forming on my face. i took of my glasses needing to dry my tears, when i accidentally dropped them. i just let them fall whilst i curled into a ball, feeling like making my self smaller would make the world vanish, but it never did because the pain just kept growing.

i stayed like this for who knows how long, until i finally came to my senses. i went to grab my glasses then saw rochelle, standing there holding them.

“uh, how long have you been here for?”

“i just came, but i heard sobs and wanted to make sure everything was alright.”

“oh, okay.”

“i heard about cleo, i’m sorry.”

“don’t be,” i rested my head on my palms again as i barely managed to continue talking, “it was my fault anyways. i left her first.”

“yes but now she has someone else.” rochelle placed a hand on mine, but i didn’t dare look up. “maybe it’s time you moved on too.”

—

over the next few weeks, rochelle stayed by my side. and whilst i appreciated her company, it irritated me knowing she was where cleo was meant to be.

“deuce, do you want to go to the mall later?” rochelle grabbed my hand, “just for fun.”

despite feeling like i should decline, i accepted.

first we watched a movie, great. then we ate, also great. but then we went shopping and she was trying on a dress for a party draculaura was hosting.

i heard her cry as i asked what was wrong, she brushed it off as nothing but from experiences with cleo, i knew that something was up.

“i’m opening the curtain.”

there she wore a golden and blue dress, it instantly reminded me of cleo’s signature look.

“sorry, i just, i feel so hideous.”

“rochelle, you look gorgeous, don’t cry.”

just then, i saw her eyes come alive as she hesitated for a moment. “deuce, i’ve had a crush on you, for a while. i always respected you and cleo but i feel like i have gotten to know you so much and i want to help you move on from her.”

that dropped like a bombshell. because cleo, i could never replace her.

“i’m sorry rochelle. i think i’ve been giving you mixed signals. i love cleo, and i don’t think i’ll ever stop. sure, maybe it hurts, but when i remember her, my heart aches, but also jumps? i don’t know how to explain it, but the hurt is sometimes comforting, because it reminds me that i’ll always have a piece of her.”

“oh, deuce! i’m so sorry. i really hope one day you and her and reconcile again.”

she jumped in my arms and gave me a hug, “yeah i hope so too.” i pushed her away, uncomfortable with another woman’s touch, but still i tried to be polite.

cleo’s pov!

i stood in the mall where deuce and i always went on dates, where i always shopped, where i always hung out with my friends. i had managed to escape the tiresome, boring life i was pushed in, and i know deuce left me, but i wanted to see if he regretted it. if he did, maybe we’d run away together or something, but at least i’d know he still loved me.

but first, i needed to look presentable (not that i wasn’t already gorgeous) but still, i wanted him to regret ever giving me up. as i walked inside the big department store i saw him with rochelle. hugging. i see he didn’t regret leaving me because he was already plotting to get with her! ugh.

i turned to leave and run away, and never come back to monster high or anywhere near! now, i was going to live the new royal life that i deserved, without deuce.

deuce pov!

after i pushed rochelle away she headed back to change, then i saw her from the corner of my eye. cleo. she was wearing a new style, new makeup, new hair. but she looked just as breathtaking as she usually was, maybe even better.

“CLEO!” I saw her wince at my calling but she didn’t stop, instead she sped up. “wait!”

i ran for her but she started running too, “cleo i’m sorry, come back.”

when i finally reached her we were already outside the mall.

“cleo…”

“don’t deuce.” the way she said my name hurt, it was spiteful, resentful. did she hate me now? “i saw you with rochelle, you only left me to be with her, didn’t you!” i saw tears forming in the corner of her eyes and felt my heart break.

“what! no cleo it was a misunderstanding! i don’t like her!”

“oh stop it! i can’t believe i was going to come back for you! ugh!”

“wait, you were-“ but before i could finish, a shiny chariot pulled up and her dad and sister came out.

“cleo, what is this?” nefera pulled cleo behind her as she eyed me.

this was the person who ruined my life with cleo, i felt my teeth clench and fists lose their colour. my snakes hissed and spat which i quickly had to quiet down.

“nothing, i just wanted one good look at him before i moved on to my new life. goodbye deuce.”

but before i could say anything, cleo entered the chariot and left. i had just lost my girl, twice.

— timeskip five years —

since cleo left again, i never stopped trying to find her, but her being elite and royal, it was nearly impossible for me to reach her. since then, i had never even dared to look at another girl in hopes cleo would come back. and when she did, i didn’t want to spoil her mood with her finding out what i’d been up to.

i was walking around boo york for some job interview and decided to extend my stay to enjoy the scenery. it had more than five years since my last visit here and it still held painful memories. i went to visit the museum where cleo was married, hoping to feel her presence once more.

as i walked through the halls which were now adorned with new artefacts, i really could feel cleo’s presence - even though it had been years since we last saw each other.

“mama! papa! is this really were you got married.” i turned around to see a little cute three year old with brown and gold hair, wearing a blue dress and a bejewelled necklace. she was being piggybacked by her father who looked extremely familiar. as he extended a hand to his wife and snaked his arm around her waist, my heart dropped.

“cleo…” i whispered, but she didn’t hear me.

“yes, princess. this is where your father had the luck of marrying me.” she laughed while he kissed her cheek.

“ewwww” the little girl made funny faces.

“it’s true my little princess. at first, we didn’t like each other but gradually we learnt how to care for and cherish each other. isn’t that right my love?” seth, his arm went from cleo’s waist, my cleo, and he run his fingers through her hair.

“we? you mean you realised you could not live without me and would love and care for me, forever.” seth just rolled his eyes as he put their daughter down and side-hugged cleo. as their daughter continued to explore the museum, she made her way to where i was and i saw cleo’s gaze meet mine.

unable to move, i just stood there, staring into her eyes and pretending that maybe, just maybe, she still loved me.

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alcyone

muzan x reader

synopsis : muzan falls in love for the first time in his undead life, but she unfortunately meets a tragic fate. but did she really die?

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it was more than 700 years ago when muzan last held his beloved. after 300 years of being alone, he never came to mind it until he felt his frozen heart ache at the sight of dear y/n. he watched her at night, disguised as a human or hiding behind a tree, he watched her but felt his heart drop at the distance he was forced to keep. he felt internal weakness at never being able to touch her as she spun and danced at festivals, or walked the busy markets. something about her was calling him, like something was planted within her that coerced him to come closer. his only weakness should’ve been the overbearing malice of the sun, but now? it seemed he had to two foes to defeat.

he came up to her -unable to contain the lingering heart ache any longer. her laugh and smile as he handed her a carefully curated bouquet of flowers, her touch as she accidentally brushed his cold fingers, her eyes as they crinkled in happiness. for the first time in 300 years, his heart melted.

“would you accompany me to the beach tomorrow evening? for some stargazing?”

“it would be my pleasure.“ a small smile graced her face, a picture that continued to haunt him as he hurriedly got ready for their date.

“that one’s my favourite star.” she pointed at the one celestial body.

“alcyone.” he felt his body shifting closer to hers. he was not afraid of course, for he, the demon king could have anyone and anything he wanted. but he felt, that he didn’t want to force or control her, he wanted her to love him herself. “did you know that it’s a binary star?”

her eyes looked up at his, muzan could’ve sworn that they reflected the jeweled sky above, “really?”

muzan didn’t believe in love, as a demon his emotions were dimmed, as a human, no one ever got close enough to him to show him that the emotion even existed. but she made him believe, even in his undead form, if he could find someone to love, maybe she could love him too.

—

“my sweet,” muzan grabbed his wife’s hands, failing to look in her sincere eyes, “i need to show you something.”

the pair stood at the end of forest watching the sunrise.

“are you unwell?” his wife freed one of her hands and caressed his cheek. muzan leaned into her touch and sighed, hoping this wouldn’t be the last time he felt her loving warmth.

“once i was. maybe i am still.”

as the sun rose, marking the beginning of the new day, he held his hand in the prideful light. she gasped as she saw it slowly disintegrate before muzan pulled it back into the comforting shadows.

“that only happens to demons.” she refused to look him in the eye and slipped away from his fingers. he tried to reach for her once more but she stood in the sunlight. despite the dire situation he was in, he couldn’t help but acknowledge how magnificent she looked in the daylight. in that moment, he never felt more compelled to find the spider lily so that he could marvel in her glory more often.

“please. i would never hurt you. you are my other half, just like alcyone is made of binary lovers, you are my soulmate. i’m unmade, inhuman, but you make me feel alive -something i haven’t been in centuries. my love for you is so stable, so exponential, it’s like the sun and moon, both bodies sure to rise everyday and every night. i love you like a thousand birds soaring the skies, i’m a river longing to flow in your ocean, forever. like how water never leaves, it freezes, evaporates and condenses, but it remains forever. my love for you will stay forever.”

y/n knew it was immoral, but how could she? when the love of her life thought about risking his life to step in the sunlight for her, she ran back to him.

he quickly wrapped her in a tight embrace and gently kissed the crown of her head. “i’ll find the spider lily, we can enjoy the day and night together.”

—

muzan didn’t turn her into a demon just yet. he didn’t want her to suffer the agony it brought, and he also wanted to selfishly keep her warmth. but this was a decision he soon regretted.

soon, word got around that muzan kibutsuji had a human wife, and as an attempt to avenge the lives he took, some hashiras ransacked and attacked their shared home while he was holding a meeting. after, muzan ordered kokushibo to kill the hashiras, but no trace of his beloved was ever found. she had been engulfed by flames that burned the house -the living memories of muzan and his beloved.

since then, muzan vowed to take down the demon slayer corps. previously, they were just an organisation that posed no real threat, but now, his hatred for them was almost as strong as his love for his wife.

—

“why is our meeting in the woods, why not the infinity castle.” daki was visibly annoyed at the change of scenery. yet, she continued to go on until she saw the clearing where muzan and the other kizuki with some other demons were.

“where’s the upper three?” she silently wondered.

—

“y/n?” akaza’s eyes wondered in amazement.

“but you’re dead.” kokushibo, feeling someone else’s presence beforehand raised his sword which he slowly lowered upon seeing her face.

“who?” douma interjected. “ohh y/n as in muzan-sama’s wife?” he lips twisted into a sadistic smirk, “interesting.”

he tried to step closer until the stars seemingly started to fall on him.

her blood demon art fell like shooting stars in a madman’s painting. but there was something more to her power, something kokushibo and akaza could feel that made her stronger than them.

“spider lilies..” akaza spotted the hairpin keeping her hair away from her face.

but before kokushibo could spot the magical flower, douma’s fan forced her into the clearing where muzan was waiting.

muzan’s eyes widened in disbelief. he apparated to her as the sun made its way up. his hands clawed forwards as she stepped back, into the light.

she had what muzan didn’t. alycone, he needed one more star to be complete.

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viktor x fem!reader

background info: when viktor leaves piltover, he leaves behind *reader*

synopsis: they reunite

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reader pov!

the air was tight -clinging onto her skin through her tethered clothes. the clouds were a mask that hid the directions from view, but this aching feeling was telling her to go -almost as if a slight transgression from course would make her drown in the blackness of the night. inside, her mind was playing like a scratched record, her fondest memories -like music to her ears- were warping and moaning like a broken orchestra. yet one thing brought harmony to the whole cacophony, a certain someone who made the chaos calm with memories of fragile hands caressing hers -writing stories with their shared warmth.

vik pov!

memories of her were not unfamiliar, in fact, he thought of her everyday, counting the stars like a wish -longing to see the diamond sky in her glass like eyes. their departure at first left a feeling of a rose’s thorn stabbing into his heart, but her enticing beauty wouldn’t allow him to part with her intangible presence. he, who once thought of himself as a rational scientist, a man of intelligence, found himself distraught at the star he could no longer see. but in his mind, the lingering pain was what comforted him at night.

reader pov!

on his departure to leave piltover, he had made a promise to her; a promise that he’d meet her again under a charted sky that illustrated stories and myths. she continued to struggle through twisted trees and gasping grass in hopes to see the the merging of two solar systems, but the sky wouldn’t grant her that grace tonight. still, in her heart, there was this sensational warmth that coerced her to try and find this phenomenon. her legs ached whilst the stinging sweat trickled down her hair onto her skin. but no matter what, she could not stop.

then, at a clearing, blonde flowers bloomed in the dark night with green stems keeping them up, red ladybirds adorned the petals like dripping paint. her eyes casted upwards as the clouds began to drift, but she felt a shift in atmosphere that conquered her senses.

vik pov!

“it’s been a long time.”

the voice struck him like remembered lyrics from a long lost song. but he never forgot this muse, in fact, he tried to rewrite his own words that were left unsaid at their inevitable departure.

he slowly turned around, fingers outstretched as his palms pushed against his academic robe, his pupils modulated as the final string holding his tears broke.

“my love.”

there she was, glistening in the starlight, her features similar but evolved -she became a more mature and softer light. in her eyes, she carried multiple stories he tried to read but waves clashed with his eyesight.

in that moment he felt their light year distances collide and they returned back to each other; the universe collapsed into a single singularity, but in that union they were not lonely for they had fallen back to each other.

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chapter nine - hindsight

aaravos x moon guardian reader

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aaravos’ pov:

when i saw her lying there, her frail, fragile body, my heart lept like fiddle. for the longest time i wanted to see her, hug her, apologise. bearing the loss of her was nearly impossible but seeing the heartbreak leola had to carry was gut wrenching. watching her night after night, wailing and blaiming herself as she clung onto old drawings and faded memories was too much. i know it wasn’t her fault, but she didn’t. in fact it was mine.

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in hindsight i should’ve been more attentive to the growing heartache and bitterness in her heart, but it was hard to find in the comfort the day brought. i should’ve continued to compliment and reassure her, but i thought she knew that already; she was like a compass always pointing me in the right direction that i thought she’d always work, that she’d always be fine.

the day i heard of her “betrayal” the only thing i could think of was the first time we met; her radiating beauty and confidence reflecting off the walls with resonance and grace. i could see the explosion and the oraculum from leola’s makeshift pretend kitchen; i watched the colourful display that awoke the stars from their slumber and threatened to attack the sun. they were lined with shadows weilding weapons of people’s nightmares and fears.

that wasn’t her.

she was gentle, like a winter’s light breeze after a cold and hardened storm. she was like the moonlight shining through dark clouds, a rememberance that there was still hope in the dark.

maybe if i had come that day, if i ran to her, she would have never left, maybe then she’d still have been with leola and i. but i didn’t. i was scared. scared to have my memory of her warped. but now i know, loving isn’t about caring for their past; it’s about being with them for their future. in hindsight, i should’ve known to be there, but i wasn’t. now, i won’t make that same mistake.

—

“i’ve always been fighting alone.”

i stared at her, too stunned to speak. all i could mutter were incoherent words and makeshift gibberish.

“no.” with my vision foggy, and face stained with glistening water i looked to see callum.

“callum’s right.” rayla placed a hand on his shoulder. a slight reassurance. i can’t help but wonder, maybe that’s all she needed. “we need to work together, that’s the only way to win.”

a surge of acceptance and agreement erupted but all i could hear was her fragile voice amidst loud thunder.

“no.”

i could longer control my feet as they headed towards her my arms wrapped around like a blanket that had previously been lost.

“please,” my whispers were barely audible but i could no longer take the aching surge, “i’m sorry, please don’t leave again.”

wet droplets ran down my chest as her arms hestantly raised, i held her tighter but her hands rose to my torso and pushed me away.

with rivers down her face, clouds in her eyes,

“no.”

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chapter eight - memory

aaravos x moon guardian reader

disclaimer !! i’ve been writing in third person but i’m switching to first person now

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i felt my body give in as my soul threatened to leave my aching corpse, i could hear muffled screams of concern, something i was never akin to.

“please, please wake up.” my eyes were closed but somehow i could still see, my mind was playing tricks on me -drugging me to a deep slumber.

i could recognise his voice, aaravos. every familiar moment and stolen memory replayed in my mind, they were a constant friend i had during my exile.

the way the people would scream at my sight, hide at the sound of my voice, hate the moment my name was mentioned, i never had a friend or anyone to love me.

“not now, later” my sister would say, “stop being dramatic” she’d drawl. she didn’t do anything to help me, she wasn’t accustom to ostracisation or rejection like i was, she believed it was a make believe tale used to scare children to behave. she shone like the brightest sun, sounded like a gentle breeze, the mention of her mame brought warmth and praise. her very existence was my antithesis.

everyone danced and cheered in the day but would cower and cry at night, only soothing themselves by shunning out the beauty i brought and closing their eyes from nightmares they blamed on me. they slept well, dreams full of happiness as i struggled to keep away the monsters that hid in the dark, no one bothered to care or appreciate me, instead they blamed the monsters on me! they thanked my sister for their dreams when she herself was being protected by me.

but aaravos was different. he was a startouch elf who saw things in a different light, my light. the startouch elves heralded my sister and followed her loyally, thanking her for the stars that shone in the sky, my sky. i was the one that guarded the night they so gratefully cherished and only aaravos saw that.

as i walked the hollow streets at night, i enjoyed the scenery i never could during the day as the people stared and backed at my presence.

“you’ve done wonderfully, the stars are beautiful.”

unfazed i continued to stroll -waiting for the punch line or shriek that usually followed, but there was none.

“uhm, hello?”

i stopped and turned to find the face of the voice, he bowed his head gently with a small smile gracing his lips, “aaravos.”

“aaravos, what can i do for you?”

“nothing. i just wanted to talk to you.” he smiled gently, there was no hidden malice i could find. “the sky looks breathtaking,” he looked up with shining eyes, “almost as breathtaking as you.”

after that our late night walks became a regular and eventually he let me meet leola who was as bright as the closest star. they lived further than most, towering trees and green pastures surrounded their cottage shielding them from the rumours that followed me.

the two of them brought me satisfaction and contentment. i never cared for what the mass thought of me, fame glory and praise never bothered me then, all i wanted was people to love me. but when i introduced them to my sister everything changed.

naturally they loved her instantly, maybe more than me. but i brushed it aside for my undying love for my sister, i admired her. but when leola screamed for her, and aarvos found solace in her presence i could no longer stand the isolation thrusted upon me.

i did what i had to do, the oraculum was all i needed. finally i could force the people to love me, force them into submission. i could have the same affection everyone directed to my sister. but of course just like always, everything had to be ruined. one versus a thousand, and i was winning. unprecedented power coursed my veins, and a lust for power overcame my senses, just as i was about to set the sun for good, i taunted my sister from afar which allowed her advisor to rip the oraculum from my hands and tear the circlet from my head. my powers were stripped and my status was lost. i was no longer allowed in the kingdom. finally everyone cheered for me, for my removal.

centuries after my exile i roamed into xadia, slipping in through a loop hole. i heard leola’s wails for me and aarvos’ profuse apologies to the night they still continued to recite. i felt my heart stinge when leola blamed herself, i wanted to reassure her plaguing guilt -but i couldn’t. i watched their banishment as they were blamed for the arisal of human mages, but i couldn’t help them. i was the reason for their misfortune, and my presence would only make things worse. that is when i accepted my loneliness and instead of viewing as my weakness, i viewed it as my greatest gift.

but as the sky tore apart, as the balance was challenged i knew i had to do something. it was ancient magic hidden in the oraculum, the spells i brought to the world. if i was to fight alongside an army they too would perish under my touch so i had to do it alone. but somehow a prophecy brought me back to my sister and aaravos where only one star could continue to shine. i knew this meant that this was where i would face exile from the living, and join the everlasting solitude of the dead.

—

i forced my consciousness to remain with me, begging my body to obey. i brushed aside aaravos’ hand and stood with a loss of awareness.

“i’m sorry.”

there my sister looked at me, her tears like reflecting crystals in a lily pond. i smiled and grabbed the rest of my dignity, “i’ve been beaten once, it won’t happen twice.”

“what are you going to do?” aaravos brought his hand to me again, concern dancing on his face.

“fight?”

“alone?” callum quipped in.

“i’ve always been fighting alone.”

[anon28910]

ocean

barty crouch jr x reader

synopsis : barty was the only person who could save you from isolation, without him, you find it hard to stay afloat. (angst)

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i’m not sure when he started to drift from my grasp. i couldn’t detect the beginning of our division that put us on opposite ends of the ocean, but i do know where we stand now.

my family prided themselves in status but could never show or feel affection; it was a notion foreign to them, and i was a product of their detachment. for years my overthinking and anxiety overwhelmed me, for years i could never form true friendships in fear of rejection. but bartemius, i had my first and only friend.

barty shared this loneliness and desire for approval; after years of friendship he came clean to me, dumping all of his baggage for me to mend. his father had always been so distant and cold, his quirk of vigorously licking his lips when in stress caused many of his peers to keep their distance. but i accepted him and his pain whole, his flaws was what made him so perfect.

during our fourth year in potions i struggled to brew a concoction for professor slughorn, although no one could do it either, my mind convinced me they were laughing and mocking me. air failed to reach my lungs and escape my body, sweat started to stream like tears from my forehead. i ran out the door, away from all the illustrations of mockery my mind painted. barty followed closely.

“i’m sorry.”

“you have nothing to apologise for, you will always have me.”

for the longest time i always thought of myself as an overflowing ocean -an excessive amount of emotion and sensitivity trapped in the vessel i call myself. barty showed me there were rivers and streams that could take some of this pain from me, he was one of them.

he wrapped me in his arms and placed a soft kiss on the crown of my head, i will always be here, whenever you feel like you’re sinking just swim to me.

—

maybe i took him for granted, or failed to be what he needed me to be. but i tried. i know his father was always so hard on him but no matter how much i tried to mimick barty’s consolation, it was never enough to free him like how he freed me.

“you don’t understand. this isolation and distance, you never can. my heart bleeds, my happiness fails to win against the torment my father puts me through, you don’t know what it’s like to feel completely alone.”

—

since then he never spoke of his father again, and in the times i needed him most, he was no longer available.

“i have to study, sorry.”

he’d make up excuses everytime i tried to talk to him. he was the only person i had, the void his absence left me started filling up with an old friend i believed i had long cut off: loneliness.

“barty please! i can’t take this, i need you.” my eyes started to burn as saltwater flooded down to my lips, the salty sensation leaving a bitter ache.

“sorry, bellatrix and evan have asked me to join them for an event. you wouldn’t understand.” with that he left, and never came back.

very soon a great ocean had formed between us, my attempts to swim to him proved to be futile as he was always drifting away faster.

—

“barty, please-“ i ran into him on my way to find fresh air; nature was the only thing i had left, the only thing that could temporarily relieve my anxiety.

“no. we can’t be together anymore.”

“but why-“

“because you don’t understand me.”

“barty i know how you feel! you think i don’t but i do understand the detachment-“

“no! i mean you don’t understand me. for the longest time i’ve enjoyed your company, i enjoyed being your rock in the middle of a fleeting tsunami, but you could never see further than the temporary haven i was to you. bellatrix and evan, they’re apart of something great, something that will change the whole wizarding world. i don’t want to just be your saviour, i want to be something peope praise, something completely different to what my father has attempted to mould me into. you have always failed to see that beyond the ocean there is land, you search for rocks and islands, i search for continents. we were never meant to be; you swim towards calm waters and i long for waves.”

he left and the familiar sting of panic rushed up my system, he faded from view as torment started to overwhelm every inch of my body. i desperately tried to gasp for air, to swim towards something to save me. but barty was no longer there; i was drowning. i tried reaching up to stay afloat but i couldn’t, suddenly the light barty brought into my life turned dull and lifeless.

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chapter seven : i will avenge defeat

aaravos x moon guardian reader (fem)

+ callum x rayla

(not canonically correct, please read the other chapters or this will make zero sense)

-> it’s been like nearly two months since i’ve last updated so i’m not sure if anyone will even read/care about this lol 🥲 but it’s just so hard to finish stories,,,

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everyone shared a look of furrowed eyebrows and questioning glances. “you’re not the moon guardian ..?”

the lady stepped forwards to reveal shining bright hair of red that minicked flames with a glint of maliciousness in her eyes.

the queen’s advisor.

“all this time you thought she was me?” the advisor raised her hand and pointed at the mysterious lady, “remove your hood.”

as the woman clung tighter to her cloack she scanned the room under the shadow of the darkness, she saw aaravos. his eyes shone with something she’d grown foreign to, something she believed was gone forever.

from her cloack she removed a staff with runes carved all over.

“no-“ the queen tried to grab her but it was too late.

a flash of blue spread across the sky and a pull attempted to bring the frayed sides back together, the queen’s old advisor reacted swiftly -artfully leaping across the room. but instead of aiming for the advisor, the woman pointed the staff at the sky. the advisor and queen’s eyes widened.

in a brisk manner, her staff was pulled from her grip and split into half, the advisor turned to her, raised her hand and chanted an indecipherable rune. the woman’s cloack disintegrated into ashes revealing her true persona.

“my love-“ aaravos started to walk towards her but was forcibly pushed back by an invisible field.

“come to avenge your defeat, have you?”

the moon guardian lunged towards the advisor briskly, artfully doging the multitude of spells headed her way -heading straight for the circlet. but to no avail. as she neared closer, the advisor strengthened, absorbing the power from each attack the moon guardian would curse.

“we need to help her!” rayla was searching for an opportunity, knives in hand.

“magic.” the queen and aarvos shared a glance, “can you do it? young one?”

all eyes shifted to callum while he staggered at the attention. “i can try.”

but in the midst of the conversation the moon guardian was rendered powerless, knocked unconscious, bruised, and battered. she fell with noticeable scars.

“you weren’t able to avenge defeat.”

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please tell me you understand

barty crouch jr x reader (angst)

(fem! implied but not explicitly stated)

synopsis : after you and barty break up, he’s compelled to join voldemort to fill the void you left. (continuation of “a heart”)

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i walked down the corridors when i was suddenly snatched by my arm. with my eyes shut i was ready to shout until a hand hushed me. i opened my eyes slowly to see barty standing infront of me with lilies in his hand.

“hey princess-“

“nope. nah uh.” i ducked under his arm -struggling to escape as he pulled me back in.

“just please, let me explain.” his eyes glistened with hope that i wanted to crush so badly.

“i’m late on a date with my boyfriend.”

“wait.” his eyes widened as the bouquet dropped from his hand. “who?”

“none of your business. we should go on a double date! invite your girlfriend.”

“she’s not my girlfriend-“

i swerved around his body and briskly paced to the end of the corridor where i turned left and ran up the stairs to my dorm room.

—

“you said what?” pandora looked at me with worry laced on her face. “but you don’t have a boyfriend!”

“i know.” i plopped onto my bed and turned to face the window, “what do i do,,”

—

the next day i could feel barty’s intense gaze on my back, his lingering presence as he attempted to follow me in secret. he was probably trying to find out who my so-called “boyfriend” was.

when it was time for supper i sat in the middle of pandora and the ravenclaw boy i had recently befriended.

“are you okay?” i turned over to see his furrowed brows and pursed lips.

“yeah, just stressed.” a sigh slipped out of my lips as my head found itself burried in my palms.

“she lied that she has a boyfriend and now her ex is trying to find the imaginary man-“

“pandora!”

“well, why don’t you let me be your pretend boyfriend?” i looked up and hesitantly agreed.

—

the following day in defence against the dark arts, i sat next to him -meticulously placing my hand on his arm which earned an unpleasant reaction on barty’s face.

it stung to see him like that but at least now he’ll leave me alone.

i paraded around with my imaginary boyfriend for almost three weeks until barty’s relentless attempts to communicate and stalk came to an end.

—

i started to move on from barty, rarely ever hearing his name pop up, that was until i saw him start hanging out with lucius, bellatrix, regulus, and pandora’s brother, evan. he was probably trying to continue his family’s sacred pureblood lineage. it struck me as odd how he’d started hanging out with them because of their extremist beliefs which sharply contradicted his father’s preaches of inclusivity. the thought quickly left my mind as i saw swarms of pureblooded slytherin girls cling onto him like leeches.

—

lately there have been rumours of a strong, supremacist leader who’s been recruiting wizards to eradicate muggle-borns. although pandora and i are safe from this category, she’s told me how her family has joined this leader and that many slytherins have as well.

all i could think about was barty.

—

i headed to the astronomy tower to clear my thoughts, the star constellations were shining brightly today -as if they were attempting to tell me something. as i stepped closer to the top i began to hear muffled sobs and sniffles but couldn’t see anyone. i walked towards the edge until i saw barty from the corner of my eye.

“oh! uhm i’m sorry,”i stuttered under heavy breaths, “i didn’t realise. i’ll give you some space.”

“no.” he held out his hand, his eyes shouting a silent plead, “please stay.”

i wanted to dash away again but his broken and vulnerable figure crumbled my contempt for him -urging me to keep him company, so i nodded and sat next to him.

“i’m sorry my love. it was a misunderstanding, i swear-“

“hush,” i placed a hand on his arm, “not now. tell me what’s wrong.”

he pulled me in for a hug, sobbing into my chest. “you were the only one who ever saw me. my own father shunned me and my mom abided by his rules, my friends enjoyed the version of me that was cunning and reckless but you! you saw beyond my harsh exterior and opened my heart like a wound, except it didn’t hurt. you kept deepening the scar and i wanted more. but when you left me there was nothing to fuel my obsession, my addiction. i had to, you understand right?” he looked up at me with a manianic glint in his face.

“,,,what do you mean?”

he showed me his arm, a dark skull and snake symbol carved in his skin.

“i joined them.”

“barty,,”

“i had to! you left me and found someone else, you carved me open only to let me bleed, this was the only thing i could do to keep myself from spilling out of my frayed exterior.” he grasped me tighter and i saw his humanity slipping away, “please tell me you understand.”

i gazed up at the stars as words failed to trickle from my mouth; they were starting to disappear into a cloud. barty’s spark was fading into the darkness; i wasn’t sure if i could understand him anymore.

[anon28910]

aliens

viktor x fem astronomer!reader

synopsis : reader being alienated by viktor as he and jayce pursue hextech. (angst)

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the night was cold and harsh, a stark contrast to the bright, glistening sky i’d study at night.

i’d watch and record the movements of the celestial bodies and search for new life beyond our comprehension. viktor used to say it was silly of me to believe in aliens but i knew he believed it too.

we met at the cafe near the academy, he ordered a strong black coffee and i, a chocolate tart. as i seated next to him, i saw he was reading about the air ship and the possibility of implementing its mechanics in a rocket.

he saw me peeking over his shoulder, “do you want to read it too?”

“i’m sorry, my curiosity got the better of me. i don’t want to interrupt your reading.”

“no, of course not.” his face held a small, dorky grin which juxtaposed his earlier serene, stern expression. that’s when my crush developed. “i’ll leave it in the middle, we can read through it together.”

since then, cafe meetings became a regular and we branched off to intimate topics; i learnt that i was his first friend and he learnt that he was the first person to make me feel seen. usually i felt like an alien amongst a crowd and he knew the same loneliness.

seven months after our first encounter he officially asked me out to watch the new rocket launch, he brought a picnic rug and flowers with cucumber sandwiches, i brought a chocolate tart and tiramisu. i saw the tips of his ears turn pink as he bent down to kiss my cheek -promising we’d explore the universe together with the rocket he’d build for me.

a few months later he told me about jayce’s new theory of arcane talent. they formed an alliance to harness the magic and use it to make the world a better place. in this newfound passion, our dream faded in the darkness and solitude of the night.

…

“viktor! you said you’d come home earlier tonight!”

“look i’m sorry, but jayce and i’s pursuit of this,,, knowledge, it can change the world!”

“what about me? us?! we could change the world too!”

“no we can’t, you can’t. you want to search for something that’s not real. we can make this magic real.”

..

how did i not see it? the way viktor would scoff as jayce mentioned mel, the way jayce side eyed viktor from across the room.

..

“why are you spending all your time with him? how about me?”

“why can’t you understand, jayce, he’s my friend. he sees me.”

..

when the bomb hit piltover, viktor was left unconscious, but hextech brought him back and i was grateful for all the times viktor would alienate me for his research. but when he said goodbye to jayce and not me? when he left? i had to force myself to leave him in the past.

so why? mysteriously jayce has disappeared and viktor has vanished off the earth.

—

as i strolled the green grass covered by the shadow of a cloud, as the stars stayed hidden under a cloack of mystery, i heard viktor’s voice -calling. calling to someone else.

“in all timelines, in all possibilities, only you.”

i looked up to see two stars shining, two that i had never seen. somehow, i was compelled to believe that it was viktor and jayce.

aliens. maybe they do exist, you and jayce must be trapped in a far away universe but at least you have each other now.

i still continue to search for new life, but my research isn’t on space, it’s how to navigate this new life without you, viktor.

[anon28910]

a heart

barty crouch jr x fem!reader (angst)

synposis : reader and barty being exes.

(warnings : implied cheating(?), misunderstandings(?), can be left to interpretation)

continuation if interested !! : “please tell me you understand”

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“are you okay?” pandora looked at me with worry laced on her face.

“yeah just thinking about the potions test, professor slughorn’s gonna hex me.” i laughed dryly at my misfortune, pandora seemed to notice the absence of emotion in my laugh.

“yeah sure.” she went back to her yorkshire pudding as my eyes wandered to the slytherin table.

his arms were wrapped around her shoulder, her body pressed on his torso. i flickered back to my food but i immediately sensed the intensity of his gaze, my eyes turned to pandora afraid to see a smug smirk on his face.

“let’s go.” she whispered.

i laid in bed at night, memories flushing, playing like a trailer for a movie. bartemius was the love interest but clearly i wasn’t for him.

—

i remembered him waiting for me after muggle studies his book bag slumped lazily on his shoulders, “princess! took you long enough.” he’d plant a loving kiss on my cheek as we walked to transfiguration together. i’d look at his eyes but they never seemed fully mine, at the time i thought they were.

as we exited transfiguration about to head to lunch a slytherin girl came up to us, “hey barty, i need some help” she said in a shrill, flirtatious voice.

“i’m busy with my girl.”

“go help her barty, it’s okay.” i exclaimed with trust, i wanted so much to be liked by his peers that i didn’t hear the malicious intent behind her voice.

i guess that’s when it started.

the next few days she’d come up to us calling for him, i always encouraged him to go until he started going on his own.

one time i walked into the library with pandora, both of us heading our own way promising to sit at the table in the corner once we found our books.

“you should dump her.”

oh my merlin, gossip? let me in.

as i peaked through a hole i made by taking out books on the shelves i saw the slytherin girl pinned to the wall by ,,, wait. barty?!

“i mean she’s really pretty come on, but she’s predictable, boring. im snoring just thinking about her.”

suddenly the books i grabbed dropped out of my hands as thick rivers treaded down my cheeks.

barty moved from the girl and looked up at me, sheer horror glistening in his eyes.

“sweetheart-“

i ran. i ran out the library door with pandora looking at me dumbfounded as barty chased me down the halls.

i rushed back to the ravenclaw tower, the eagle knocker asking me a riddle.

“i can break, i can be clogged, i can be attacked, i can be given, i can be kept, i can be crushed, yet i can be whole at the same time. what am i?”

“oh! i don’t know!” i hated the impossible riddles this stupid common room would make me answer.

a voice that made my gut wrench saved me the trouble of unlocking the code, “that’s simple. a heart.”

“a heart?” i muttered back.

i turned to see barty with a tear down his face, hands motioning to grab me.

the common room door opened suddenly and i turned from him, “that’s a bit rich coming from you.”

the following two weeks was met with constant letters expressing sorrow all starting with “i love you, please let me explain.” i never actually read past this line -throwing out each letter before i believed his lies. eventually he gave up and two weeks later i saw him parading around with the slytherin girl around his arm.

i felt humiliated, betrayed, used. i would never forgive him.

—

the next day at breakfast the same thing happened again.

“are you okay?” pandora would ask.

“yeah i’m fine.” i’d reply back, pandora not really believing me would let me be since i had grown tired of her prophecies and advice i could decipher as much as the ravenclaw riddles.

i’d look up at the slytherin table and then back at my food as i could feel barty’s heating glare on my head. this time i decided to show him that i no longer cared about him. i turned to the boy next to me, he was good looking, smart, and charming.

“hello.”

he raised his eyebrow, his lips quirking up, “finally noticing me, are you?”

“what do you mean?”

“oh nothing.” he went back to his toast his eyes never leaving me.

my eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he started to laugh, his booming voice echoing through the walls. i subconsciously started to join him until my eyes accidentally flitted back to slytherin and i finally saw barty’s face, it wasn’t smug or proud, it was broken.

[anon28910]

chapter six : unexpected

aaravos x fem!moon guardian reader (?)

+ callum x rayla

summary : aaravos has a sudden memory of his beloved and allies make it to the moon nexus.

(not canon !!)

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as the band of allies headed to the moon nexus they had added new members: ezran, zym, and lujanne. leola was placed under the care of amaya and janai who had to protect lux aurea’s sun from the tampered sky.

as they trekked along bushy plains and tall forests, they encountered another creature of the night, but it was larger, fiercer.

its claws were as sharp as swords, tough as ivory and as long as branches. its back had spikes that mimicked caltrops and pointed in every direction. its eyes as dark as a starless sky and red as a bloody heart. its height as tall as a mountain, as deep as the seas. its speed as fast as light.

“can you stop it?” rayla whimpered.

“my magic won’t flow anymore, it’s too weak.” the mysterious lady lowered her head in defeat. “the creature is too strong, too fast.”

“why not let the human mage have a go.” aaravos sneered.

“i’ve never tried!” the anxious callum expressed as aaravos let out a smug scoff.

“be nice to him.” the mysterious women lightly slapped his shoulder but aaravos was transported back to a distant memory; him and his beloved watching the night sky as she finished her moon guardian duties.

she was tracing constellations she saw in the sky on his arm, the faint trace of her finger sending welcomed shivers down his spine. oh how he missed her.

then a night creature appeared in his memory, a small one but still a night creature. his beloved took a stand and traced runes ingrained in his mind as she quietly whsipered like the wind, “lumen saltans”. moonlight dispersed from her spell and entered the creatures heart turning their darkened eyes into a radiant velvet blue as they wandered back to the sky.

suddenly he was back in the present moment watching as half of his allies were hurt and the other half tactically dodging the night creaturess attacks. he made his way to callum who was hopelessy trying to distract the ferocious beast from rayla.

“try this.” aaravos mimicked the spell in his memory but his inability to produce moon magic made no effect on the creature.

callum stepped forward and placed his hands in front -motioning them slowly and carefully in the way aaravos taught him. “lumen saltans.” light dispered from his hands which narrowly missed the queen’s head, “my bad!” he directed it to the creature leaving burn marks on the trees that surrounded him and pierced the beast in the back. but instead of blood spilling out the dark colour faded into one that impersonated the stars and it turned to callum, its eyes faded from black to blue and red to purple. it started to move towards him but began to ascend until it was no longer in sight.

“woah.” everyone looked at callum, relief plastered on their face.

“but look,” announced the queen, “it was guarding something!” an entrance carved into stone with the moon nexus on the other side. “we must enter.”

as they entered the cave there were drawings tracking moon phases and star paths, a secret language plastered on the wall.

“the vengeful spirit of the moon guardian!” one of the queen’s advisors froze in shock, “it’s her mark!”

a moon was carved on the walls with two rings perpendicular to each other, both sitting diagonally.

“so it is.” aaravos had disappointment apparent in his voice, part of him wished to see his beloved again but most of him wished she wasn’t the cause.

“someone’s coming!” corvus led them to the corner behind a boulder as soren directed the other half behind a large wall with a mirror like glass on the other side.

“it’s so exhausting, all this plotting and planning. can we just skip to the part where i win,,, again.” the voice came from a woman who laughed arrogantly, in her hand was a circlet, the royal circlet of the moon guardian.

“but impossible!” whispered one of the queen’s high mages, “that circlet was kept locked away!” he moved up in shock causing some rocks behind him to fall.

“who’s there?” yelled the woman. she looked around but her face was covered by a dark shadow. “have you finally come, your majesty?” her tone was sardonical and mocking.

the queen and her advisors looked horrified, how did the woman know?

“have you come to lose again?” the woman laughed as she stepped into the light her appearance shocking the queen, her heralds, and aaravos.

she snickered and sneered. “show yourself, moon guardian.”

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chapter five - heart and war

aaravos x moon guardian reader

+ callum x rayla

summary : the band of unlikely allies form a plan to investigate the strange phenomenon. aaravos, leola, and the queen reminisce about someone they once knew (reader).)

(important!! not canonically correct + read previous chapters to understand the story!!)

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“the sky is torn because of dark magic?” aaravos looked at leola with worry as he wrapped his arms around her, “what are you going to do to her?”

the queen sighed and smiled, “nothing. i need you to help me fix it.”

“i don’t suppose you know who’s responsible for this?”

the queen looked outside the large window and her smile faltered, “just a hunch.”

“your sister.”

“your beloved.”

the queen and aaravos looked at each other with an ache in their hearts. leola perked up at the mention of her father’s old lover and a tear trickled down her cheek.

the queen placed a hand on her head, “a reunion was long over due anyway.”

—

“helloo!!”

“soren be more respectful.” corvus scolded.

“no one was answering when we knocked!!”

the door opened slightly and a gold light illuminated faintly in the crevice of aaravos’ house.

“hello? how can i help you?”

callum looked up at the blue elf and saw the constellations mimicked on his skin. callum being obviously awestruck was left speechless so rayla stepped forward, “we need help to fix the sky.”

“what a coincidence,” all eyes shifted towards a woman wrapped around in white and gold, her hair shone like the sun and her skin glowed like the rays. “i’m here for the same reason.”

aaravos lightly guided the queen and leola behind him with conscpicuous suspicion present in his tone. “who are you?”

“i am the high mage callum, from katolis, this is rayla -a moonshadow elf, and soren and corvus. we just defeated a great evil and seek to bring peace to xadia but this, this sky! it risks tearing everything we built.”

“uhuh,,, callum.” aaravos started. “high mage? black magic i assume, are you sure your people aren’t the cause?”

“aaravos!” the queen lightly hit his shoulder to signalise a break of social conduct.

“he can use primal magic,” rayla spoke up, “show him a spell callum!”

“angustiae lautus.” suddenly the books on the floor leola was playing with before the queen arrived found themselves situated back on the bookshelf, a small whirlwind dusted aaravos’ furniture leaving it spotless.

“oh.” aaravos sighed and allowed them inside, “i suppose you could be of help.”

one by one callum, rayla, soren, and corvus filed in.

“what’s with the hood?” the mysterious woman was stopped before she could enter.

“she saved us from the creatures of the night.” rayla stepped towards her to grab her hand but aaravos stopped her.

“remove the hood.”

“i’m afraid i can’t,” the mysterious woman stepped back and lowered her head, “those who see me are terrified.”

aaravos stepped forwards and raised his hands to remove her hood, “i won’t be scared.”

“i’d rather not.” she stepped backwards as if they were playing cat and mouse. “i can leave if you want me to.”

as she was about to turn around the queen spoke up, “no. stay.”

—

“you’re telling me xadia used to be united with the five other continents and you were one of our queens?!” callum stood up with excitement in his eyes.

“still is.” one of the queen’s advisors quickly retorted but was hushed by her majesty.

“well what about the other ruler?” soren inquired earning the attention of everyone, including leola who was once again preoccupied with the books from the bookshelf.

“she strayed course.” the queen looked at the sky, her eyes mirroring a glistening river.

“but she was strong, powerful, the bravest person i knew.” aaravos stood up and walked towards leola who teared at the mention of the moon guardian. “one of the kindest souls i knew before she was corrupted.”

“do you know why?” the mysterious person inquired.

“maybe it was the way she was called evil and painted to be the villain. villains aren’t born, they’re made.” the queen lowered her head, guilt gracing her face.

“no, it was my fault.” leola barely managed to speak as hiccups and sobs flooded her speech. “i told her i didn’t want her.”

“i’m sure that wouldn’t be enough to break someone so strong-“ the mysterious woman tried to console leola but she was quickly interrupted.

“no! it is, i didn’t mean to though, i swear!”

“sweetheart, remember it’s not your fault.” aaravos tightened his embrace. “whatever the reason may be -it’s been centuries, it remains a mystery until she can speak the truth. but it was long ago, it’s no longer important-“

“but it is!” the queen’s heralds chanted in unison, “she’s responsible for this!”

“it’s under speculation,” the queen interrupted, “but very likely.”

“uhuh.” the mysterious woman rested her back and offered a frail hand to leola which she hesitantly accepted. the woman clasped her hand lightly, “i’m sure it wasn’t your fault, no matter where she is now, i bet you will always hold a special place in heart.”

the tears from leola’s face suddenly turned into a tsunami as she leapt from her father’s arms and into the woman’s, “i hope you’re right.”

—

“when the sky unzipped i located the genesis of the rip to be above the moon nexus, there is where the person respnsible for this should be.” aaravos folded out a map filled with annotations and calculations which everyone formed a circle around.

“we must prepare for a war your majesty!” one of the queen’s high mages quipped. “if it’s anything like the ancient war then we must gather our troops!”

“but war is so violent, so selfish. people die for what reason? power? greed? if you can avoid a war you must, the casualties caused by battles are high and the guilt consumes you whole.” the mysterious woman moved away from the map and stepped towards the window. “i fought in a war once. in doing so, many people’s homes were destroyed, lives ruined, people injured. i understand if you choose this but i beg you to at least think it through.”

“she’s right,” the queen walked beside her and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, “i lost my sister to a war and i would give anything to have the chance to rewind time and comfort her.”

a unanimous silence erupted, everyone in the room having understood the cost of war first hand. they felt their loved ones in the room with them almost hearing them say “think this through.”

“we have some friends that can help us investigate the moon nexus,” callum broke the silence and all eyes shifted to him, “you know in case we need reinforcement.”

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chapter four - journey

aaravos x moon guardian reader

+ callum x rayla

(in this scenario aaravos isn’t the antagonist because leola is still alive !! also you have to read the other chapters or this will not make sense 🥲)

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the queen and her selected heralds headed to xadia as quickly as they could, although it proved to be a challenge since xadia no longer existed on any official maps.

“this is you-know-who’s doing!” the queen’s mages agreed in unison, “there’s no one else capable of this magic, it’s esoteric! arcane!”

“your highness if only your high advisor were still here, she’d know what to do!” exclaimed one of her council members.

the queen pondered a moment, “perhaps.”

—

“what could this mean rayla?” callum looked at his lover’s eyes with worry and despair, “we finally defeated him but-“

“woah slow down callum, there’s got to be some sort of explanation for this!” rayla turned to lujanne and pleaded with her, “there’s got to be some reason here!”

lujanne looked at her face and clasped rayla’s hands in hers, “maybe there is but i couldn’t give you an answer. although,,, maybe the startouch elves,,,”

“startouch elves?!” callum and rayla looked at each other with overwhelming desperation, “but they’re nearly impossible to find!”

lujanne thought for a moment, “i’ve heard,,, rumours. a startouch elf and his daughter live on the outskirts of xadia near the edges of the west. well of course it’s just speculation,,,”

“we’ll find them.” rayla looked at callum with worry and callum’s lips softly curved upwards, “we have to ensure that the peace stays.”

—

“your majesty, i think we’re here.”

the queen and her heralds stood in front of dead trees that curved into an arch, as they stepped through, the barren land began to produce flora and butterflies flew around them revealing a land of rich colour under the pink and purple sky.

“wow.” the queen’s heralds stared at the sight -their mouth agape, the stories told of xadia were horror stories -revealing nightmares that crept out of fairytales. but xadia seemed nothing like that at all, the trees were so green with flowers and fruits ranging from all colours of the rainbow.

“come on my dear soldiers, we must find aaravos.”

—

“how much more must we go!” soren was irritated, hungry, and tired.

“lujanne said to keep walking until we find a lopsided willow tree shaped like an arch!” rayla mentally sighed seeing how tired soren was getting, this was going to be a long trip.

“SOREN!”

rayla and soren ran to find corvus and callum being attacked by a dark, big, shadowed creature.

“my magic won’t work on it!” cried callum. “aqua dulcis!” his attempt to dispell the creature failed as it just went right through it, “nothing physical will work on it! but somehow it can attack us, i dont know how!”

rayla threw a knife at the creature and soren lunged with his sword, but no avail. the creature morphed into several different shadows and started attacking them too. they were circled like prey caught by a hunter.

“partum mysterium.”the shadow creatures disappeared.

“WHOS THERE!?” soren scanned for any enemies but found no one.

suddenly, someone dressed in a royal blue cloak appeared -their hands up as if they were surrendering.

“i come in peace. i saw you in danger and thought you might need some assistance.”

“how did you do that?” callum inquired, “my magic went straight through.”

“they are creatures of the night,” the mysterious person stepped closer slowly but it was evident she was in pain, “the only way to defeat them is through moon magic. they haven’t showed up in centuries but i’m assuming it has something to do with the deformed sky.”

callum’s eyes flickered up at that thought, “are you a startouch elf?”

“oh goodness no, if you’re talking about aaravos i’m sure his housing should be just down this-“

“oh she fainted.”

“we know soren.”

—

“thank you,” the mysterious person drank the water and ate the grubs rayla and callum had prepared for her. “i’m not that strong so any sort of magic tends to ruin my body.”

“why are you out here?” soren asked with suspicion laced in his voice, “are you responsible for this?”

“im afraid you’re mistaken, i’ve come to see if i could fix the sky but this magic is beyond me.”

“it’s beyond everyone,” callum rested his head in his hands, “this is insanity.”

“there was a prophecy.” the mysterious lady had never removed her hood and she played with it to ensure it wouldn’t fall off. “the only way to end this curse is if the two brightest beings come together.”

“the brightest beings,,” callum muttered to himself, “that must mean aaravos! we have to find him. can you show us the way?”

—

“daddy there’s someone at the door!”

“don’t open it leola, wait for me.” aaravos rushed out of his study to meet his daughter and the stranger behind their door.

“hello there how can i help y- your majesty!” aaravos bowed his head slightly while his eyes opened wide. “what are you doing all the way out here!”

“i need your help.”