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    Join Hikaru Cho, akuyaku reijou connoisseur as she is reincarnated as Princess Alexia Midgar in another world, starting her journey to fulfill her fantasy to be the best villainess ever!

    Warning!
    May include a cult, a couple of cute and scary girl warriors and a lowkey very badass dude in the background

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    Something about placing myself or my baby (not literal) characters in canon Imma try to not be OP too much hahahahab hits different.

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    Connection is difficult to maintain. Even more so when one sacrifices their life for their family, their world.

    There is simply a space, a time, when beings of willing isolation will intersect, a knot in the threads of existence in the fabric of reality.

    Perhaps they will never return back. Perhaps they will never feel the gift of death. Perhaps they will never see their beloved companions again.

    But now...

    They have a partnership.

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    Come here my child, and I will tell you the tales of one man, who journeyed strange lands for his beloved.

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    I notice a lot of people struggling with how to use Chinese names in fanfic, so I put together a guide. I hope it's helpful to someone.

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    Draco can’t help remembering the past, and Neville can’t help giving second chances.

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    18 Feb 2026

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    Draco had sagged with relief. Snape being snide and laconic was so normal, so comfortable. Snape making him feel young and foolish and acting like he was doing him a great and rare favour by listening to him, was comforting in its familiarity. Snape was a safe haven in this new topsy turvy world, a rock on which Draco could lean on. The words had spilled out of Draco in an unstoppable torrent, like the breaking of dam.

    Malfoy had been correct, Neville really did need help. He was quite rubbish with construction spells. Malfoy, on the other hand, seemed to have an aptitude for them. He was surprisingly good at repairing and fixing structures and inanimate objects – Neville had always been better with living things.

    He looked around for Malfoy, but he was nowhere to be seen. However, Neville was almost certain where he was, so he walked towards the back of the greenhouses. Indeed, Malfoy was sitting in what Neville had started thinking of as ‘Malfoy’s Spot’, under the Pugnacious Plum tree behind Greenhouse Three.

    Neville had found it odd, yet fitting, that Malfoy spent so much time sitting under the quarrelsome tree. The tree had taken a liking to the blond. Neville could see it now, twitching and murmuring in a way that was uncharacteristically soothing and companionable. Neville smiled to himself; he assumed the tree had found a sister soul in Malfoy. They were both belligerent and obnoxious at first contact, but in reality actually quite harmless. The Plum tree needed particular care and patience, but when spring came round it rewarded the gardener with delicately beautiful flowers and later on with plums riper and tastier than those of other plum trees. Neville looked speculatively at Malfoy as he murmured, seemingly talking to the tree, and wondered how deep the parallels between the man and the tree ran. Neville ducked his head, smiling, and left Malfoy alone with his tree, it seemed like he had found someone to talk to after all.

    Snape had stood looming over him for long minutes as Draco tried to compose himself. At some point Snape had stretched out his hand as if intending to touch Draco or stroke his hair. But his hand had stalled. Draco had been able to feel it, just a hair’s breadth away from his head. He had begun shaking, overcome with a tidal wave of irrational longing. He had wanted nothing more than for Snape to touch him, to hold him. He hardly knew what he wanted from Snape; all he knew was that he wanted something.

    By the time Draco had worked out what he had wanted from Snape, it was too late. Snape was dead. And now Draco was left with his new-found understanding and no one to share it with. Above him the plum tree shivered and murmured, keeping him company and holding his secrets. Draco patted the ground next to him, thinking of the stolen treasure he was sitting on. Would he ever find the fortitude to look at it properly? He wanted to share it with someone else, but Longbottom was the only candidate who came to mind. And no matter the unanticipated understanding and easy camaraderie that had sprung up between them, Draco wasn’t ready to trust yet.

    And while he did realise that there was more than a little Slytherin manipulation hidden in her heartfelt speech, he wasn’t averse to doing as she asked. The last year hadn’t changed the fact that he was essentially a loner, and the possibility of acquiring a new friend, whatever his past, was appealing.

    So he had left for the cool quiet of the outdoors and the friendly whispering of his prickly plum tree. As he sat in his usual spot and thought once more of what lay buried under the ground, he considered that maybe it was time he unearthed it at last.

    “It feels like it’s time,” Malfoy says suddenly, his voice soft and wondering. “It, strangely enough, also feels like you are the right person.” Malfoy turns his head to stare at Neville, his eyes wide and clear. And Neville looks back, unblinking, as the grey eyes glitter and spark.

    “I want to tell you a story,” Malfoy says, his voice serious and deep. “I want to tell you a story about a boy and his teacher, about a monster and unpleasant, shameful deeds, about weakness and regret, compassion and forgiveness. I want to tell you about a stolen object and share a secret treasure with you.”

    Neville nods and stretches out to clasp Malfoy’s cold hand in his own. “I’m listening,” he says solemnly and knows that they are on the cusp of something. Something he hopes will be beautiful and long-lasting.

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    After the war the Malfoys are in hiding: against his wishes Draco has been instructed to seek solace somewhere safe. Meanwhile, Neville Longbottom is battling insecurity over not killing his parents' torturer. Even after seven years of knowing each other, it's actually harder accepting your enemies than standing up to your friends.

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    And he disapparated, not wanting to see Neville's expression as he left or hear what he might say in response. Rather, he just wanted to get away from him as quickly as possible, staying in that house seemed to have messed with his head, gotten under his skin perhaps in an infectious, diseased sort of way. He'd felt, for a brief disgusting moment, that if Longbottom had asked him to stay another night, he might have actually agreed.

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    Myungoh makes a small smile as he pulls out dark black ribbons from the back of his palm. They're in perfect condition. It's Han Dareum’s favorite accessory.

    “Turn around and I’ll put them on.” He says and Dareum squeals.

    As her fathers bruised and scraped hands braid strands of her hair, Han Dareum thinks that Han Myungoh is definitely not a coward.

    Han Myungoh does what he can to protect Han Dareum and Asmodeus makes a different kind of deal.

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    14 Feb 2026

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    This is my GODDAMN HAPPY VALENTINE'S 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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    After his leap into the Seine, Javert finds himself back in Montreuil-sur-Mer on the morning of his first appointment with M. Madeleine. He soon discovers that while his choices can change the outcome of things, nothing can stop death from delivering him back to that same morning.

    Now he has to defeat the game of fate or keep returning to 1820, eternally dying without finding peace.

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