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16hitthunder · 1 year

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“There must be something you fear.”

"...I think if I was younger, I would say somethin' like 'Nah, there ain't nothin' that I'm afraid of!' Which...Well, isn't exactly the case anymore." He said with a nervous chuckle. "Thunderstorms are a fear of mine." He paused for a bit.

"I also...Have a fear of drowning. I used to be a good swimmer, too. But I haven't really....Tried to swim since..." He went silent for a while. "...Since me and Luc almost drowned in the river." ...He looked down after a while.

He had gained quite a few fears, honestly.

#;mechanical heart #;chimera's notes (headcanons))#drowning cw #drowning mention cw

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survivoirs · 2 months

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Death was such a weird concept in their world. It didn't matter where on the planet you were. What cultures you hailed from. Death was a subject matter that, in some ways, everything revolved around in the end. The end. Wasn't that what death was for many people? Sometimes the beginning, if you believed in something that came after death. But what about those who hadn't quite reached the end? That 'I thought I was gonna die' feeling was one that had many levels. Merrick's own memory of his drowning had certainly had that thought coursing through his mind as Rhys had held him under water as a little boy. He remembered the pain of the water surging into his lungs. The panic. The way he could feel salt from his tears washed away by the thrashing of the freshwater lake. He didn't remember going unconscious. Didn't remember the compressions their father had performed on him after tearing him out of Rhys' grips to get him to start breathing again but he certainly remember how sore he'd been the following days. Rhys had certainly been old enough to know what he'd done but not clever enough to know the seriousness of the after effects with dry drowning when he'd dispatched of their father and left a recovering 7 year old alone in a tent for a day and a half before he'd been found by a hiker. For a kid, spending that long eerily aware of the onset of a growing difficulty in breathing, was a long time to continue to think he was still going to die.

Merrick hadn't realized he'd drifted out of the conversation a bit until the cup of grayed paint water he'd been holding fell from his grasp and clattered on his bedroom floor, spilling its contents all over the paper laid about to protect his floors after he'd turned half of the large farmhouse bedroom into his painting studio. It probably was not the best set up for inviting special guests but that was hardly high on his priorities these days. A work visit was fine enough for it.

"ffycin uffern," he muttered, quickly moving to throw a towel over the spill while Griff settled back down where he'd been laying. Seemingly startled by the sound but not alerting for him yet. Merrick's little moment hadn't been due to more medical reasons at least. It was better on him to keep his stress levels down but he wouldn't make the other man feel guilty about anything if he could help it.

"Sorry, Oliver, I'm listening -- just got, a little --" he waved his hand around near his head in a bit of a circular motion while he tried to piece together his words properly before he just gave up and cleared his throat and finished cleaning up the mess enough to ignore it for now. Oliver seemed much more open about parts of his pain than Merrick was used to with other people. It had taken his off guard, made him feel a pang of sympathy. He couldn't help but want to relate a bit, to perhaps even open up a bit himself if he felt it might make Oliver feel less alone. But maybe Merrick was just projecting his own silent pleas for help at times.

"It sounds like you're a man who has certainly found a calling in turning your fears or pain into art," he chuckled lightly, a tired smile tugging at his features as he turned to face his guest. "I read one of your books before you came over --- wanted to get a better understanding of the type of art that you might be looking for for your next one. You are a very talented storyteller. I must admit I already started a second one this morning before I figured I'd better clean up a bit --- sorry if my studio is a bit --- lived in," he added sheepishly with a glance around. The difference in one half of the room compared to the other was staggering. His bedside portion was immculate. Cozy and a bit cluttered in decor and personal items but very neat and organized. Everything seemingly having its place. Whereas he knew the otherside just made him look like some shut-in artist. Finished paintings stacked up against one wall in rows of canvases. Unfinished hung on the walls until the inspiration to finish them how he wanted hit. Sketches and supplies usually were strewn about on his desk and corner armchair but now at least nicely in a pile or on shelves where they belonged. When he did have guests over, he generally hid the more darker pieces behind the prettier ones but given this man was a horror author, hiding them didn't seem to be efficient given they were about to be working on what sort of work Oliver wanted commissioned for his next novel.

"I can't deny I pull from similar thoughts when I work -- least this job," he added dryly, silently amused by the thought of hanging up any of his darker works at the vet clinic. Probably would not go over too well with his patients' humans.

@deceivesthem

#THREADS. [ drown your demons - Merrick ]#rp #ANSWERED.#deceivesthem #drowning mention cw

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calidumflammae · 2 years

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luxflamma asked: 💧+

dakota should have known better. the moment michael had called him into the bathroom, he should have pretended to be sleeping or something. but now it was too late. striped down to his underwear, dakota had just stood there waiting his next instructions. he thought he was going to finally be getting the bubble bath that michael had promised him a month ago. but he should have known better. lips tremble as michael pulls him closer and forces him onto his knees. "don't worry, you're not taking care of me yet, pet." michael whispered into his ear, causing the younger male to shiver.

michael's fingers soon tangled into dakota's hair, pushing his face closer to the bathtub. "i didn't forget you wanting a bubble bath either. but you have to deserve it." he tugged at dakota's hair before pushing his face right into the water, his other hand holding dakota's hands to stop him from struggling. michael hummed for a few seconds then pulled dakota back up. "this is fun, isn't it?" he questioned with a smirk before repeating the action, letting him in a few seconds longer. "wanna see how many times it takes before you pass out?" his smirk darkened as dakota's eyes widened, shaking his head.

#luxflamma #drowning mention cw #answered ⟩ 【pocket knives for sale】#idk how u write him this was hard #rip

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all-my-friends-are-himbos · 2 years

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ID: minecraft messages between fall and clem.

fall says: dangerous by big data is not questing music. but it DOES fuck clem says: pulling it up right now fall sends a smiley emoticon. clem says: bass line... it's wet fall says: exactly clem says: i couldn't think of another word fall says: no you nailed it an automated message announces that clem left the game. an automated message announces that clem rejoined the game. clem says: beats were too wet fall sends a keysmash and says: you drowned clem sends a broken-hearted emoticon and says: drowned clem also says: (censored) cody fry (heart emoticon)

End ID.

#screenshots #fall #clem #minecraft #described #big data #drowning mention cw #cody fry #im sorry i dont know what the censored bit was supposed to say

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yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt · 11 days

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Ballister got beat up so many times in that movie, poor man

Like-- getting your arm chopped off then falling through a floor, I'd consider that pretty beat up. The incident at the Institute where Todd and his guys beat him up and you hear his agonized SCREAM off-camera, the end where Todd and his guys beat him up so badly he's slipping in and out of consciousness. And like, not to state the obvious, but beating is a pretty agonizing thing to experience. Like I feel like in most media it gets played down in favor of more ✨dramatically agonizing✨ things like burning, drowning, stabbing etc. but let's not forget beating is a very commonly used method of torture

Anyway point is, that man has so much trauma. I imagine he couldn't be touched with anything but the gentlest contact for ages, even from Ambrosius. I can imagine the panic he'd feel if even his hand or arm was grabbed too quickly or too tightly. I imagine how Ambrosius would be so, so, so gentle and patient and would be so incredibly proud once Ballister got back to his rough-housy self

#nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #goldenheart #ballister x ambrosius #ballister boldheart #nimona 2023 #nimona movie #cw torture mention #cw beating #cw burning mention #cw drowning mention #cw stabbing mention

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basilpaste · 27 days

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〔You Dream of Giving Up.〕

(the following piece contains a brief depiction of drowning. please stay safe!)

post-canon osis thing because i got normal about it.

〔You dream about drowning.〕

〔You dream about everyone drowning. Of watching heads dip under water, of struggling bodies giving in. You dream about not being able to do anything, because the water is also filling your lungs. Of crying out in pain and making no sound, burning from the inside out even though you're freezing.〕

〔You dream of giving up.〕

〔You jerk awake, choking on your own spit.〕

〔No. No no no!〕

〔You've had this dream before.〕

〔Hah! Hahaha! You're back. You must be. If you had that dream again then you're sure you're back. The sound of splashing water roars in your ears.〕

〔You feel like you can't breathe. You gasp for air but you can't get enough in. No! No. C'mon, Isabeau! You'll just go back again if you can't calm down! And that'll just make everything worse.〕

〔You just. You need to breathe.〕

〔Just breathe.〕

*〔In…〕

〔… and out.〕*

"Shhhhhhhh."

〔!!!〕

〔Your breath hissed when you breathed out.〕

〔You jam your lips together with force, sliding them roughly against each other.〕

〔Scar.〕

〔Your scar is right there on your face. You still have a scar. It's still there.〕

〔Just to make sure, you glide your tongue along your top lip. You feel the way it lifts.〕

〔The scar is there. And you are here.〕

〔You're free, Isabeau.〕

〔You've been cut loose. Patched up.〕

〔You're something new.〕

#in stars and time #isat fanfic #isat spoilers #isabeau isat #of stitches in sequence #basil writes #drowning cw #tw drowning #shoutout to teal for mentioning osisa using his scar as a way to ground himself.#because it is something i think about a lot but havent had the drive to write until now.

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kudossi · 1 year

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carry me to innisfree

She finds herself on a precipice, grass under her paws and gray sky overhead. The smell of salt and the sound of crashing waves fill her senses; her claws dig into sand-strewn soil; her fur lifts with the ocean breeze, strong and stalwart, whipping steadily away from the rising sun. Below her lies ocean, depthless and desperately, achingly blue; beyond her lies water, leaping endlessly toward the golden, rocky shore.

The sun-drown-place, she thinks, and feels at once the age of eight moons and eighty season-cycles. She reaches at once for Feathertail, dead for countless pawsteps; for Tawnypelt, buried seasons ago; for Stormfur, lost to the crags of the mountains; for Crowfeather, who had closed his eyes only moons ago and had never opened them again. She does not reach for Bramblestar; she does not question why. She simply exists, with the ghosts of her friends almost corporeal at her sides, and watches as the wind plays with the waves, salty ocean spray spattering at her paws.

A pale bird swoops overhead, white and soft, feathery gray; with a bolt of delight, Squirrelflight recognizes it as a gull. It had been so long since she had chased them over sand and into the waves, their calls echoing against rocky cliffs. Brambleclaw had snorted, unamused; Feathertail had joined her, swimming through whitecaps and pouncing clumsily on birds until, with the exaggerated air of someone too good for noisy, troublesome birds, she had pulled the largest fish Squirrelflight had ever seen from the waves.

“You look like a drowned rat,” Squirrelpaw had told her, laughing, as Feathertail struggled with a fish bigger than both cats combined.

“Better than looking like a drowned squirrel,” Feathertail had countered, and then Tawnypelt had joined the fray, chasing an odd-looking creature across the shore, all hard shell and hard, straight tail and weird, wiggly, bug-like legs.

“What is this place?” Stormfur had asked, tipping over a bug-prey of his own.

“I don’t know!” Squirrelpaw had replied, delighted, and gotten a mouthful of saltwater for her trouble. She sputtered and spat and dissolved into giggles, lungs seizing and aching and burning, happier than she’d ever been.

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divinemiracles · 11 months

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Those people who use the fact Camila called Hunter “baby” when saving him from drowning in TTT to prove that she “canonically adopted him” stress me out.

I’m pretty sure that any caring parent would treat the kids they took in for a few months as their own and not actually view them as their serious children. Camila would call Amity “baby” too if she was in that situation.

#I don’t know if this makes sense but you get the point right?#Camila treated the Hexsquad all equally #She was a mother figure to all of them and does that make them siblings? No.#tw: drowning #cw: mention of drowning #tw: mention of drowning #cw: drowning #toh fandom critical

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mastcrmarksman · 13 days

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if he never misses, where are all his children?

❝ Hey, I always try to use rubbers.... I think. ❞ No one has come forward that he was surprise a dad. Is he going to have call every partner capable of bearing children just to be sure? He doesn't know or remember all of that. Shiela turned out to be a villainess and he's pretty sure she's in jail. That was years ago though, and that's how he had met Bobbi.

There was trying with Bobbi for one, but that didn't have a happy ending.

Jessica did have a blonde baby with a mystery father, but he's pretty sure the math on that doesn't line up. Right... Right? Although, Jessica's got some biological differencees due to being Spider-woman. Oh, this is really gonna get awkward when he babysitss Jerry again.

Natasha and him, no for sure. The Wanda he slept with wasn't Wanda but a robot? So, no. Sheila, no. Marcy Carson, probably not. Her father would have killed him, and he's very much alive. Moonstone, however, he could maybe not put it past Karla to keep a secret baby raised for evil. Eden didn't say anything. There's several other one night stands, one or two of them possible villainesses. Janet would have said something.

Oh no, this is not a good thought spiral to be having.

❝ Eh, kids have never happened for me. Unless you are talking about my adopted children, well, all of them are in their early to late twenties. ❞ He is referring to the Young Avengers, you know Katie's friends, as well as the revived West Coast Avengers whom he was their babysitter. At least, that's what unreleased reality show voiceover had called him. Those twenty-somthing year old kids were great kids.

❝ So I don't know where they all are. I should probably text them. ❞

#[ VERSE; 616 ] All he ever needed was to trust his own wings #[ ASKS ] Help! Drowning in Hawkeye fan mail!#me realizing how people clint has slept with and i didn't list them all.#miscarrige mention cw #yeah cause him and bobbi. october 12th. also the sad fact the skrull bobbi knew that. means bobbi went through it to get that info.

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dawnandstars · 4 months

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hear me

Written by: @dawnandstars Rating: Teen and Up Fandom: Alan Wake & Control || Remedyverse Ships: Jesse Faden/Alan Wake Warnings: implied/referenced character death, implied/referenced suicide attempt Notes: requested by @skylitcreations for the prompt 11, 'can you hear me?' from this prompt list

Summary:

Alan's trapped in the Dark Place again, but Jesse isn't going to let things be left unsaid.

Read on AO3!

#alan wake #jesse faden #control game #remedyverse #my fic #cw suicide mention #fadenwake #;;the drowning man and his burning star (series)

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monstress · 1 year

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no one asked but my ideal ending of this show is kendall offing himself thus shiv and roman's allyship start to crumble and they start fighting to be the heir again after logan rallies them to come back into the family fold. shiv not leaving tom because she can't face a world not tethered to her father's company (and maybe even feels like she deserves that relationship!). roman delving deeper into politics - and is indicted for something reprehensible. tom realizing he's stuck in the tarpit and is now in stuck in the cycle of mistery. waystar royco now a shell puppeteered by a tech billionaire who sold it for parts after he buys an expensive website or something

#logs #succession hbo #they are drowning and they didn't know how to save each other but at least they're drowning together!#suicide mention cw #i mean if it was logan who croaks it - i won't be surprised either. then al 3 of them will battle it out. it'll be fun!

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moonlightsmasquerade · 7 months

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When you said Sub Alt!Thatcher once got to grab real Thatch's leg when he got too close to the water , did shark boy actually intend on drowning Thatch or did he drag him and then let him go just to mock him?

Oddly specific question , I know , but Thatcher Davis can't be Thatcher Davis without some sort of angst involved

Just enough to give him a good scare, maybe make him think he'll be drowned, as much as Alt Thatch REALLY wants to kill him, he can't, this guys being kept alive for a reason, so for now, he'll just trip him.

#thatcher will go into a wild panic attack after #anything with drowning and water causes it #alt thatch is a meany this is why we bully him #tmc submandelaphobia au #cw drowning #bc i keep mentioning it

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celestiall0tus · 4 days

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Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 26 - Reverser and the Return of Evillustrator

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Alix stared up at a blank wall. She tossed a spray paint can in her hand as she raked her brain with ideas. She felt eyes burn into her that flared her annoyance. She sneered under her mask and latched onto it. She put the can down and reached for the red. She covered the blank canvas in it before she went for the black and tagged the red canvas.

“Well, this is… something, Miss Kubdel,” Mr. Monlataing said.

“Is there a problem with it? I thought art was supposed to be an expression of the soul,” Alix countered.

“It is, but why is your soul so angry? Violent even.”

“A long list that I don’t have the patience, energy, or fucks to give to go through it.”

“I see. And just how long have you been penting up all this rage?”

“Why do you care?”

“Because it’s hurting you, isn’t it?”

Alix tsked. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Alix-,” Mr. Monlataing started.

“Excuse me. Mr. Monlataing? Can I get your input on this?” Nathaniel asked.

“Hmm? Oh, yes. What do you have here, Nathaniel?”

Alix glanced over at the recent page of Nathaniel’s Bloody Bug and Chat Noir comic. She noticed a new character that looked exactly like when Nathaniel was Evillustrator.

“It’s Bloody Bug and Chat Noir teaming up with their latest companion, MightyIllustrator,” Nathaniel said.

“You mean Evillustrator?” Alix asked.

“He changed his name after Bloody Bug saved him. Now he fights for justice.”

“A bad guy that becomes a good guy. I like it. You’re getting better at your storytelling.”

“Too bad the rest of his writing sucks,” Alix remarked.

“Miss Kubdel, I’ll allow a lot of things in my class, but we don’t bring down other artists. We must give them the confidence to continue their craft,” Mr. Monlataing scolded.

“And when does that encouragement feed into arrogance? Do we stop then, or do we keep going until we have an insufferable monster?”

“Sounds like someone is projecting,” Nathaniel retorted.

Alix snarled. She reared back her arm and threw the spray paint can she had, but Mr. Monlataing caught it.

“Alix, I think you should head to the counselor. Whatever is going on is clearly eating away at you. I think you should talk to someone who will listen.”

Alix opened her mouth when Rose ran over.

“Mr. Monlataing, I have a better idea to help calm Alix,” Rose said.

“Oh, this gonna be good. What do you have that could help me?” Alix mocked.

Rose smiled, took her headphones off, and put them on Alix. Alix opened her mouth to complain until she heard the rock music playing. Alix snorted, rolled her shoulders, and took a seat on the floor. Rose took a seat next to Alix and scribbled on the notepad, then showed it to Alix. Alix tilted her head as she read it.

I’m sorry, but I had asked Adrien if you were ok. You have been angrier these past few weeks. He didn’t say much, just that you needed time to dwell and not talk about it. I don’t understand what is going on, but I’m here to help in any way I can.

Alix’s face softened as she smiled. ‘Thank you,’ she mouthed.

Alix leaned against Rose and Rose leaned against Alix. Rose wrote down song lyrics while Alix watched the room. Mr. Monlataing went around the room, checking on everyone and their projects when a new kid peeked in through the door. Marinette ran up and dragged the guy in and introduced him to Mr. Monlataing, then Nathaniel. Alix watched them until the guy ran out.

Alix hummed, curious of what that was about, but ignored it. She jammed out to the music until she saw Marinette return with a black journal. She raised a brow when Marinette erased something in it, then gave it to Nathaniel. She furrowed her brows as Nathaniel lost himself to the book. She took off the headphones to confront him when the bell rang. She growled and handed the headphones back to Rose.

“Thanks again.”

“Alix, would you like to join Mylene and me on a walk after school? It’s been a while since we’ve talked. But only if you want to.”

Alix considered then nodded. “Ok. I’ll see you after school.”

Alix headed out to her next class. She moved through the rest of the day on autopilot as has been her norm for the past few weeks. It worked well enough until someone annoyed her, which wasn’t hard to do. She didn’t like how easily agitated she could be, but it was the price of all this. If she was to get to the root of her problems, she needed to face it alone. No amount of talking was going to help her.

The final bell rang, and Alix made her way outside. She waited until Mylene, Rose, and Ivan joined her. She was hugged by Mylene and Rose while she fist bumped Ivan. Mylene and Rose each grabbed one of her arms and dragged her along as Ivan followed.

“I hope we weren’t going for a long walk. It’s really cold now,” Alix remarked.

“Oh, not at all. Just a short one. We wanted to hang out with you and, well, make sure you’re alright,” Mylene said.

“I’m not, but I appreciate it.”

“Adrien said you didn’t want to talk about it. Why is that?” Rose asked.

“I… it’s stupid.”

“C’mon, Alix, nothing is stupid,” Ivan encouraged.

“Fine. Look, I… I want to get better, but I can’t. There’s this… issue at my core that has a death hold on me. I’m trying to get to the root of it, to confront it, but whenever I talk, I feel like I’m running away from it. I can’t let that happen anymore. So, I’m not going to talk as it festers so I can reach it.”

“But look at what you’re doing to yourself, Alix,” Rose chided.

“Something needs to be done, Rose. I need to get to the root of all this. My anger, my trauma, everything. Talking hasn’t helped, so I’m not talking anymore until I figure it out.”

“Alix, you’re going to self-destruct if you do that. And when that happens, Hawkmoth will make you his pawn like he did with all of us,” Ivan warned.

Rose and Mylene nodded.

Alix stopped and turned on her heel to face Ivan, Rose, and Mylene. “Do not put me in the same group as you lot. There is nothing Hawkmoth could offer me that would convince me to become a villain. At least, no more than I already am.”

“Alix, you’re not-!” Rose started.

“Don’t lie, Rose. I know better. I’m a little monster. I don’t need an Akuma to make me one. I’ve done nothing but hurt and turn on the people that try to get close to me. And when I think I’ve let someone in, they turn around and betray me. I just… there’s just no point. I’m a monster and that’s that. Nothing will change that.”

Rose, Mylene, and Ivan all exchanged glances while Alix trudged on ahead. They followed behind her as they arrived at Places des Vosages. Alix glanced over to see Nathaniel and the new guy from earlier. She looked away, then back at them as Nathaniel held up the black book and tore apart the pages, devastating the other guy.

Alix’s eyes widened as red threatened her vision. Her attempts to fight it were in vain as she caved to the rage. She turned into the park and up to Nathaniel. She pushed him down as he tried to leave.

“Hey! What’s the big-!” Nathaniel yelled.

Alix grabbed Nathaniel’s coat and pulled him up to her face. “You fucking bastard! What did you do?”

“I don’t see why you’re yelling at me. That fraud toyed with my feelings with his stupid scribbles. Then has the gall to want to work on my comic with me.”

“That’s not true. Marinette said she’d help me, but I didn’t want to do this because of this exact reason. Everything is ruined now,” the guy said.

Alix’s temper wavered seeing the guy’s distress before it ignited again as she glared down at Nathaniel. “You are nothing more than an arrogant little fucking bitch. You are the fraud here, not that poor boy. I think you need to cool the fuck down, bitch!”

Ivan, Mylene, and Rose yelled out for Alix to stop, but she ignored them. She grabbed Nathaniel’s arm and threw him over her into the fountain, soaking him to the bone in the freezing air. Mylene and Rose stepped between Alix and Nathaniel while Ivan helped him out. Marinette came running to help Nathaniel.

Alix took several deep breaths as she glared at Nathaniel. Memories resurfaced and mingled with the present as she saw Nathaniel as she once saw Chloe, beaten, bloody, and battered. Her rage shifted to terror as tears fell from her eyes, her heartbeat quickened, and her breathing came in short, rapid gasps. She turned and ran away. She heard them call her, but she ignored them. It happened again. She told herself she wouldn’t let it happen again, and she did. She had to get away to keep the others safe from the monster that refused to be caught.

Adrien arrived home and headed up to his room as he got a call from Rose. He raised a brow and answered it.

“Hey, Rose, what’s up?”

“Oh, Adrien! Thank goodness. Alix is missing! Something happened, she got mad, and then she ran off and we don’t know where she is!”

Adrien’s eyes widened as he heard yelling in the background between multiple parties. He opened his mouth when he heard screams tearing through the air.

“Rose? What’s going on?” Adrien demanded.

“There’s a pair of-!”

The line cut off.

“That’s no good. Plagg, Stompp, we have to go. Plagg, claws out!”

Plagg disappeared into the ring and transformed Adrien. Chat Noir jumped out the window and searched the city for the villains when he came across a guy in a black and white outfit riding a personal paper airplane.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Reverser. You’re a strong, fearless hero, but not for long.”

Chat Noir’s eyes widened as Reverser summoned a small, black paper airplane. He readied to attack it when a green shield came in and destroyed it.

“What the-?” Reverser yelled.

The green shield rebounded and knocked Reverser off his ride. Chat Noir beamed when he saw Carapace.

“Perfect timing, dude!” Chat Noir yelled.

“Always, my dude. Where’s his Akuma?”

Chat Noir looked down at Reverser’s ride. He grabbed and broke it, releasing the Akuma. He activated Cataclysm and destroyed the Akuma.

“Carapace, can you bring the boy that Reverser was. I believe him to be one of a set of Akumas.”

“Uh, I can, but I need to help some dudettes out first. One of their friends ran away and they can’t find her.”

“Is it Alix?”

“Yeah. How’d you know?”

“Because that’s part of why I’m out here. It was also in response to the Akumas.”

“Heard. Well, let’s look together.”

“I actually know where she’d be.”

“What? Then lead the way. Let’s go.”

“Give me a minute. I need to recharge.”

“Oh. Right. Go on, dude. I got the Reverser boy. Just don’t take too long.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t plan on it.”

Alix lay curled up on the freezing ground of her mother’s grave. Tears froze to her face and sealed her eyes closed. Tikki and Ziggy tried to get rid of the ice, but she swiped them away.

“Alix, please, you need to get home, or transform. You’ll die in the cold,” Tikki squeaked.

“I don’t care,” Alix muttered.

“What? What did you say?” Tikki gasped.

“I. Don’t. Care. I lost it again. I hurt someone again. The monster came back out and retreated before I could stop it. All because I am that monster.”

“That’s not true. You were caught in a moment of passion. You defended that poor writer from that awful red-haired boy. You weren’t a monster. You were a hero.”

“But a hero doesn’t hurt people. A monster hurts people. And you can’t say if it’s for a good cause, then it doesn’t matter. The means never justify the ends. And in the end, I was a monster.”

“I stand by what I said, that’s not true. You are a passionate person, and passion burns bright. Sometimes too bright, yeah, but bright nonetheless. You did the right thing.”

“No, I didn’t, and nothing will change that.”

“But-!” Tikki started.

“Just go. Leave me alone.”

Tikki and Ziggy exchanged glances before they crawled into Alix’s hood.

“We’re not going anywhere,” Ziggy stated.

“That’s right. We’re here and you can’t get rid of us,” Tikki said.

Alix opened her mouth, but let out a choked gasp when Evillustrator grabbed her and thrust her up.

“There you are. I’ve been looking for you, Alix,” Evillustrator hissed.

“Nathaniel?”

“Not anymore. Evillustrator is back, and I’m here to make you pay for your insults.”

Alix’s breath caught. Evillustrator’s threat struck her but filled her with sickening hope. Bile rose to her throat as the promise of seeing her mother crossed her mind. She tried to fight it off, to live, but the desire consumed her. She let her body go limp as she stopped fighting him.

“Make me pay,” Alix begged.

“Oh, I will, but only in a way fitting a monster like you.”

Evillustrator threw Alix over his shoulder and headed back to Place des Vosages. He scared off the people in the park as he erased it and replaced it with a giant fountain.

“Let’s see how much you like being plunged into ice cold water in the middle of winter.”

Evillustrator threw Alix into the bone-chilling waters. Alix’s body seized up as the cold shocked her entire system. She stared blankly up at the dim winter sun as she lost the feeling in her entire body. Darkness closed in around as the water vanished and she felt herself on solid ground. She saw the figures of Chat Noir, Gallic Chick, Porcelet, and Carapace. They yelled at each other until an Akuma slipped by them and into Alix’s wristwatch. Their yells were drowned up and replaced with the voice of Hawkmoth.

“Timebreaker, I am Hawkmoth. You face death, but it need not be like this. You can reset everything back to the moment with your mother. You can save her and see her once again. All I ask in return is Bloody Bug and Chat Noir’s miraculous.”

Alix spurted and coughed. “I don’t… need you. I’ll see my mom soon… in death.”

“What? You can’t-!”

“I’ll see… I’ll see her soon. Good-bye, little butterfly.”

Alix let out a gasp and her body went still.

Alix opened her eyes to a dark road with little light. She roamed around it until a blinding light shone brightly. She shielded her eyes and blinked against it. It faded as her mother’s spirit stood across from her.

“Mom!” Alix called.

Alix ran down the road to her mother, but slowed when she neared her. A lump caught up in her seeing the disappointment and sorrow in her mother’s face.

“I’m here. We’re together. Everything is as it should be.”

Alix’s mother shed an ethereal tear as she looked away.

“Wait, please! I miss you. I need you. Please, don’t leave me!”

Alix’s mother ignored Alix’s pleas, walked into the darkness, and vanished.

Alix cried out and reached for where her mother’s spirit once stood. She was stopped as she heard the crow of a rooster. She turned as a majestic, fiery rooster wrapped its wings around her and pulled her back to the world of the living.

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