When Worlds Collide- Nyx x oc (Archeron)

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Nyx

    My mate is so fragile. Certainly not in a mental way, but her body is malnourished, and so pale, like she hasn't seen the sun in days. I know what she really looks like, from the memories in her brain and I can't help but want to see her like that in real life.

    We've been in the cabin a few days, and a habit has come easily to us. I guess it's lucky since she never truly hated me and was just very, very upset with me.

    But, like my father taught me, she is always right.

    Wise words, buddy.

    Oh yeah, that happens a lot.

    Ever since she sealed the mate bond unknowingly, we have both been getting a significant increase of glimpses into each other's thoughts. I can't say it's been too unpleasant, but definitely strange. It's giving me flashbacks to when my parents tried to teach me to handle daemati powers. I shudder in disdain. My parents in my head that much during my teenage years was... interesting, to say the least.

    "Why does it sound like you're talking to someone in your head?" Madelaine laughs and I swear it's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. She scoffs."You're starting to sound like you're in a romance book."

    I roll my eyes playfully. "Maybe we are." I've finally started to get her references to her other world, her other life.

    I still don't understand how she's so okay with it. The fact that she's just been taken from everything and everyone she knows and thrown into a different world.

    "Maybe." She smirks at me.

    We start our "daily routine" every morning by her waking, and complaining about not having any toothbrushes. Apparently, in her world they would get things like bad breath and cavities, which fae don't have.

    I've contacted some of our foreign affair directors in the human realms recently to ask questions about the human culture there. They have toothbrushes and other things she misses from her world there, and they should be arriving today.

    I don't hear her thoughts as much as she hears mine. Sometimes I'll try to take a peek and it will be a reflection of myself staring back at me instead of her gorgeous thoughts and opinions.

    It's odd, but I've chosen to ignore it for now, chalking it up to a trauma response that has enacted her incredible abilities.

    "Do you guys have any music here? Like stuff that can be transported from place to place." Madelaine asks absentmindedly.

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Madelaine

I try to speak as much as possible during empty or quiet moments.

    I can't let him know.

    Know what Madelaine? You might ask, but that's simple, imaginary person.

    I'm gonna escape.

    I've been planning it out over the past couple of days and while he thinks that we're getting to know each other, I'm going to find Eloise. I don't know how yet, exactly. But I'm kinda hoping that this "power" everyone in this place swoons over is gonna help me. I'm gonna channel some foreshadowing. Boutta meditate this self-redemption arc into existence.

    Now, for the million dollar question: do I feel bad for Nyx?

    No. He is a fucking asshole him my story, but every book needs a villain.

    Guess he's mine, sorry not sorry. Oh goddesses, that could also be interpreted like he's mine-mine. Ew, nasty.

    I get it, I'm being irrational, but– and I've lost my train of thoughts. Goddammit.

    Fuckity shitty fuck.

    I feel like I'm about to scream all cooped up in here, but at the same time there's an odd sort of comfort to it that makes me feel infuriatingly safe. 

    Fucking sweet asshole.

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Plot twist: it's the next day.

    The fucking asshole got nicer. He brought me a toothbrush, which is something I've been complaining about not having for a while now.

    And he brought me face soap and other things I can't think of right now cause I'm tired as shit.

    Maybe I should ask him to come help me find Eloise. I think I could take him if he turns out to want to kill me or hurt her or something. He seems scared of Amren and she's my sister. Or at least I think that's the lore. My whole life has turned into Keeping up with the Kardashians. But make it Sarah J Maas. I love the Throne of Glass series. I want a sexy fae brute like Rowan, he was my dream guy. Now I have one exactly like him except with black hair and wings that get him hard according to Artemis.

    "Hey Nyx?" I ask, well more like blurt out without my brain checking or processing the words.

    He perks up immediately. Goddamn this man looks at me like Ryan Gosling looks at Rachel McAdams in the Notebook movie, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't totally into it.

    He's so kind and generous. He's also very observant. But this isn't  a romance fantasy, this is pure action fantasy, no romance for me. Except for the gay stuff to build character. (Or at least that's what the author tells herself so she has an excuse to by queer.)

    Nyx draws my attention back to my surroundings. "What?"

    "Who was that woman? The one whose portrait was hung on the wall of the living room in the house." I can't help myself.

    My entire personality is built off of my curiosity. Like a wise man always said: "be curious, not judgemental." If you know, you know.

    One time, when I was in fourth grade I jumped off of a tree on the elementary school playground because I was so curious to see what happened after death. I wasn't depressed, didn't want to "kill myself" necessarily, I was just curious. I didn't even know what suicide was at the time.

    That's what no access to media or any of that stuff wil do to you, but no worries, a public middle school in a place like where I lived was all the exposure I needed, then I actually wanted to kill myself.

    "That's my aunt, Morrigan." Nyx smiles sadly.

    I frown at his mood change. "Can you take me to see her?"

    "No." He speaks in a blunt tone. "She disappeared a while ago."

    I make an empathetic gesture. "How long ago?" I ask casually, trying not to get my hopes up.

    "Twenty years ago."

    Well shit. Did I forget to mention that I'm twenty years old?

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felt like breaking the fourth wall today, again FourthWallRebuilder

anyways, thanks for the encouragement for this chapter Safia!

also guys someone added this fanfic to a reading list called "there are gays" and im gonna cry of happiness lol

also im watching the notebook as i write this-well rewatching-and number one there is a whole lot of toxicity in it which i didnt notice the first time through my TEARS but as im rewatching it im noticing the sheer amount of character development

here are my tears: 

💧💧💧💧

(for legal reasons you cannot eat them, nor am i allowed to sell them to you ):

and on another note pookies, i wrote this on zero sleep and an ounce of motivation and she persevered 🙏 low key kinda proud of me

so if there are any horrendous typos or shitty or cringy lines, dont blame me pls and just kindly tell me about them so i can fix em