#🌙 | simple dream

[dxy-drxxm]

SYNOPSIS: Kaeya has a lot of things he enjoyed about you. Or, well, admired, to be frank.

CW/s: tooth rotting fluff, short drabble, kaeya is a hopeless SIMP (/silly), tbh he's just a silly guy who can't confess if his life depended on it (and... It did lol), can be interpreted as platonic or romantic (it's both, but it's a slow transition from platonic to romantic hehe)

NOTE: hi, this drabble is for @ryuryuryuyurboat for @ecrin-de-litterature's "kiss (don't tell)" event! I hope you enjoy a drabble of Kaeya being a hopeless simp because as much as I'd like to write a full blown date with him, I've been busy since college and I want to curl up and pass away. orz.

Kaeya never says a lot about the person he admires.

For him, the Cavalry Captain had more than enough to take care of. Maybe it was due to the job that kept him busy, or even because of how life gave him a batch of lemons that he needed to deal with.

But when it comes to certain people like who he's seen now, it made him feel as though he became but the same child when Cyrus adopted him all those years ago.

He still remembered the first time you two met—you were one of Lisa's attendants. An assistant, one could say. You're always available whenever Lisa isn't feeling the urge to check in the library, which is often, and Kaeya had decided to try and see what you're like.

Sure, you may have panicked and treated him like a stranger, but it wasn't long for you two to get close. Soon, you're treating him like you two have been friends for years, joking and laughing over certain things.

Kaeya couldn't help but smile. He always liked seeing others express joy when he couldn't.

Though, little by little, the dynamic seem to change. Others pointed out to him that you and Kaeya had been together for quite a while now, always speaking and chatting over the most mundane things.

Petty drama from the knights, Lisa's recent books and those who borrowed arriving late, the many foreigners that came about when the traveler would be busy in another region... You two had a lot to talk about, and sometimes, he didn't notice how much you two could never stop speaking of such things.

It was stupid, he's aware, but he wouldn't lie and say he didn't like it. On the contrary, he enjoyed that time being spent on something he considering to be enjoyable.

You made his days less unbearable. Like he can wake up one day and think that things will be fine.

He admired that charm from you. You make it seem so... natural.

There were even moments that the two of you shared. He remembered your first Windblume festival with him, the first time you've spent working for a year with Lisa (it was your work anniversary, he joked to you once), and even down to when you two travelled to different nations together.

He's seen it all— your highs, lows, and even the turnarounds. He's heard you rant and ramble of the nations, and yet he felt his pride raise when you'd return to Mondstadt, still calling it your home.

It was clear that you have seen that place, out of every nation, as the best. In return, he did his best keeping it safe. Although, there had been moments he would mess up.

He may act confident, but when alone, he'd feel like he's a lost child again. He loathed that feeling.

The first time you've seen him act like it was when you two spoke of each other's pasts. Kaeya has told you what happened between him and Diluc, and he could never forget the way you hugged him for hearing his voice crack.

He cares for Diluc, like how he cares for you. However, how could he say the same for his adopted brother? Would he ever do the same thing you did to him?

... Perhaps. Perhaps not, even.

Still, he couldn't help but think how much he can even handle this feeling. It's a secret he's kept that your actions made him feel like he can be free, yet he kept himself trapped by will.

He was trapped in the feeling of admiration and envy, clashing and fighting against each other. It made his heart soar and ache when things happen, both because of you and because of himself.

He felt envious of you. He wanted to say that to you, but seeing you smile got rid of that envy.

...

It was a strange conundrum. One that left him sleepless for nights on end... And that's when it clicked.

He realized that it was a form of self-sabotage.

Kaeya didn't want to ruin the relationship you two had as friends, so he kept it under lock and key. He threw the key away, denying that he felt something to you. Denying that he felt as though he loved you that way. He couldn't. He didn't even know the answer.

...

It was stupid to worry. It truly is.

But now? How could he not worry?

He's done this to himself. Even if others told him to say it, to utter those words he forbade himself from speaking, he kept his mouth shut. You two are friends, and he's far too used to admiring you and your acts from afar.

He's craved to admire someone that would make him feel this way, and he got what he asked. Although, he couldn't bring himself to hate you for charming him like that.

After all, that is what makes you you. And he doesn't want you to lose the only thing that fits you perfectly.

@.dxy-drxxm | do not republish, repost, or copy my works anywhere | 2024

[requinoesis]

Something I'm still very undecided about is the name of the indie band of my three young sharks from a retro universe. It's such a simple thing, but it's perplexing me, perhaps because I want something very specific. In this case, a marine element + a cosmic element. 🦈✨

I wish you could all help me with this creative insight! At the moment I have these ideas, do you like them, do any of them sound cool?

🎵 Dreaming Sharks, Dream Divers, Dream Shiver, Astral Dreamers.

These names would be more ideas for songs they would make:

🎶 Pastel Summer, Reef Dreams, Stranded Song, Wreck Echoes, Ocean Wish, Astral Sailors, Stargazing Sharks, Sharks also Dream, Whispering Waves, Emotional Frenzy, The Rainbow After the Storm.

What I do know is that their essence is about chasing dreams with a cosmic touch, magical ocean and optimism. I created these three characters inspired by the triple idea of the tarot: Sun, Moon and Star.

☀️ Sun as ruler of Tiago/Tyson the tiger shark, someone warm, who inspires courage and determination.

🌙 Moon as ruler of Roberto/Rocky the great hammerhead shark, someone mysterious, who inspires feeling and empathy.

⭐ And the Star as ruler of Arielle/Aria the zebra shark, someone dreamy, who inspires imagination and faith.

If you'd like to know a bit more about the three of them, you can read about them here.

Someone once told me that imagining a scene with my characters could help me understand the essence that could lead me to the ideal band name. So I remembered what I had imagined:

"Previously, it was just Roberto and Tiago, but they were looking for a voice for their songs. One starry night on the beach, Roberto witnessed a strange shooting star that didn't reflect his image in the sea. Despite this, he was inspired to make a wish.

The event reminded him of his van, which he affectionately calls "Starfall". After going for a drive with Tiago, a synchronicity event led them to Arielle, whom they found singing alone at a local karaoke bar. Since then, Roberto likes to call her "Lucky Star", the one who inspires them to hope in the face of adversity.

And one day, when Roberto and Tiago were undecided about how to name the band, Arie surprised them with an ideal name idea!"

The problem is that I don't know what idea Arie had! haha

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Edit: Hmm, what do you all think of "The Dreamfarers"? 🎸🦈🎶

[arxiwon]

Boyfriend!Jake – Fluff Compilation 💛✨

Summary: If Jake was your boyfriend, every day would feel like a warm hug, filled with love, laughter, and the softest, sweetest moments. Here’s a compilation of the adorable things he would do for you!

Warnings: none || Genre: fluff

Morning Calls & Sleepy Whispers ☀️

Boyfriend!Jake is the type to call you first thing in the morning just to hear your groggy voice. His tone is soft, still heavy with sleep, as he mumbles, “Good morning, baby… Did you sleep well?” If you’re still half-asleep, he’ll chuckle and tease, “You sound so cute right now. Should I let you sleep more, or do you want me to keep talking?”

If he’s physically with you, expect him to pull you into his arms, burying his face in your neck, refusing to let you leave the bed. “Just five more minutes…” he mumbles. (It always turns into thirty.)

Protective & Jealous Jake 🐶💢

Boyfriend!Jake is usually chill, but the moment he sees someone flirting with you? His eyebrows furrow, and he gets extra clingy. He’ll casually slip his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Hey, babe,” he says in an overly sweet tone, just to make sure the other person knows you’re taken.

Later, when you’re alone, he pouts dramatically. “You’re too pretty. It’s a problem.”

You laugh, pinching his cheek. “You’re so jealous.”

“Me? Nooo,” he denies with a teasing smirk, but the way he tightens his grip on your hand says otherwise.

Jake’s Love for Cuddles & Head Pats 💕

Boyfriend!Jake is obsessed with physical affection. If you’re sitting next to him, expect him to rest his head on your shoulder or pull you into his lap. If you’re lying down together, he’ll stroke your hair absentmindedly, whispering, “You feel so nice.”

Whenever he’s stressed, he buries his face in your neck, taking deep breaths. “I think I recharge when I’m with you,” he admits softly.

And when you’re upset? He cups your face in his hands, gently rubbing his thumb over your cheek. “Tell me what’s wrong, love. I’m here.”

Surprise Dates & Thoughtful Gestures 🌸💌

Boyfriend!Jake is the king of planning cute surprise dates. One day it’s a late-night drive with your favorite songs blasting, the next it’s a cozy movie night where he sets up a blanket fort just for the two of you.

He always remembers the little things—your coffee order, your favorite snack, the song you were obsessed with last week. “I saw this at the store and thought of you,” he says casually, handing you something small but meaningful.

When he’s away on tour, he leaves little notes for you to find. “I miss you already, but don’t forget to eat! Love you, sunshine.”

Over-the-Top Cheering & Boyfriend Pride 📢🏆

Boyfriend!Jake hypes you up for everything. Got a small achievement at work or school? He’s celebrating like you won an award. “MY BABY IS AMAZING!” he yells, throwing his hands in the air.

If you’re doing something simple, like cooking or playing a game, he still hypes you up. “LOOK AT YOU GO! You’re so talented, babe.”

He’s also the type to flex you to his friends. “Yeah, my girlfriend’s the best, obviously,” he brags, and he means every word.

Late-Night Talks & Deep Conversations 🌙💭

Boyfriend!Jake loves staying up late with you, just lying in bed and talking about everything—your dreams, your fears, your childhood memories.

“I wanna know everything about you,” he says, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Even the small things.”

Sometimes, he talks about his worries too, and you hold his hand tightly, reassuring him. “You don’t have to be strong all the time, Jake. I’m here for you too.”

And in that moment, he knows—he’s completely, hopelessly in love with you.

“I Love You” in a Million Different Ways 💖

Boyfriend!Jake doesn’t just say “I love you.” He shows it in a million little ways.

“Drive safe, text me when you get home.”

“Wear my hoodie, it looks cuter on you anyway.”

“Here, take my last bite. I know you love it.”

“I made you a playlist. Listen to it when you miss me.”

Every day with Jake is filled with warmth, laughter, and the soft kind of love that makes you feel at home.

Boyfriend!Jake totally gives off that super sweet, affectionate, and playful boyfriend energy! 🥹💛 He just seems like the type who would always hype you up, spoil you with love, and make sure you feel safe and appreciated. Plus, with how much he loves music and his goofy-yet-soft personality, I can totally imagine him randomly serenading you or getting all pouty when he's jealous.

[astrolook]

Eclipse Babies: The People Who Seem to Have ‘Fated’ Lives ☀️🌑✨

Were you born during an eclipse? Alright, your life is not normal. You’re basically the protagonist of a cosmic soap opera, whether you asked for it or not.

If you’ve ever wondered why your life feels like a series of dramatic plot twists, fate-driven events, and eerie coincidences, astrology might have the answer. Eclipse babies tend to have a life that feels… scripted. And not in a chill, romantic-comedy way—more like a psychological thriller with a sprinkle of divine intervention.

Let’s break it down.

🚨 How to Know If You’re an Eclipse Baby

You’re an eclipse baby if you were born: 🔮 On the day of a solar or lunar eclipse (big yikes) 🌘 A few days before or after an eclipse (still intense, sorry) 🌒 With major placements at 0-5° or 25-29° in fixed signs (Taurus, Leo, Scorpio, Aquarius) (you attract chaos and don’t know why) 💀 With a tight Sun-Moon conjunction (New Moon) or opposition (Full Moon) (your life operates on extreme highs & lows)

Key Placements That Give ‘Fated Life’ Energy

🪦 Pluto in the 1st or 10th House – You either reinvent yourself every five years or life forces you to. You're never the same person for long. (Your LinkedIn must be a rollercoaster.)

🔮 South Node in the 4th or 12th House – Past life baggage? Oh, you have luggage. Your childhood probably had some eerie, déjà vu moments, or you’ve always felt like an old soul trapped in the wrong timeline.

⚡ Uranus on the Ascendant or Midheaven – You couldn’t have a “normal” life if you tried. Your life is a series of unexpected detours. (Friends describe you as “unpredictable” and it’s not always a compliment.)

🌀 Neptune in the 6th or 10th House – Career? Stability? Who are they? Your life path is blurry as hell, and you either drift into jobs by pure fate or feel like you have no control over your work life. (One day you're a poet, the next you're a tax consultant.)

🌙 Moon in the 8th House – Your emotions go deep. You attract intense, life-changing relationships, and nothing ever feels casual. Also, why do you always have vivid dreams about dead relatives?

🔥 Mars in the 12th House – You might feel like you’re constantly fighting invisible battles. Hidden enemies? Psychic warfare? Shadowboxing in your dreams? (You’re in a life-long battle with the unseen forces.)

💔 Venus in the 8th or 12th House – Love is never simple for you. Either it’s a karmic soulmate situation or a tragic “wrong person, wrong time” dynamic. (You fall in love like you’re in a Greek tragedy.)

🛤 Saturn conjunct the North Node – Your entire existence feels like a long, slow journey toward your destiny. Nothing comes easy, but every struggle feels… pre-written. (You’re basically living a coming-of-age movie in slow motion.)

🔄 Jupiter in the 4th or 12th House – You’re always “guided” toward the right places and people, even if it doesn’t make sense at the time. Divine protection energy, but also? Your life never follows a straight line.

☠️ 8th House Stellium – You live through constant transformations. Sometimes you feel like you’ve died and been reborn multiple times in one lifetime. (Your emotional resilience is off the charts, but damn, at what cost?)

🧿 Chiron in the 1st or 10th House – You are the wounded healer. People come to you for advice because you’ve been through everything (and I mean EVERYTHING). But who heals the healer? (Still waiting for an answer on that one…)

💡 Mercury Retrograde in the Birth Chart – You feel like your whole life is one big miscommunication. Also, why does it feel like every major event in your life happens during a Mercury Retrograde? (Fate is messy like that.)

🌪 Mars-Uranus Aspects – Chaos Magnet. Your life is a series of unpredictable events, and you somehow always end up in “once in a lifetime” situations. (No one ever believes your stories, but they’re all true.)

👁 Pluto on the IC (4th House Cusp) – Your family lineage is haunted, literally or metaphorically. Generational trauma? Paranormal activity? Strange family secrets? (You might as well live in a horror movie.)

🌊 Neptune in the 1st House – Your entire existence feels like an illusion. People project things onto you, and your life path is often blurry. Also, why do strangers always think they know you from somewhere? (Are you a past-life celebrity?)

🎭 Sun in the 12th House – You live behind the scenes, but your life is shaped by unseen forces. You might feel like you’re watching your own life unfold instead of being in control. (It’s giving ‘main character in a psychological thriller.’)

⏳ Saturn in the 8th House – You have a karmic debt to pay in this lifetime. Whether it’s through financial struggles, emotional hardships, or intense soul lessons, you’re here to master resilience. (Your glow-up comes, but damn, it takes time.)

💀 Moon-Pluto Aspects – Your emotions are not normal. You feel things at an intensity most people can’t comprehend. Also, why do strangers trauma-dump on you within minutes of meeting you? (You were born for deep soul connections, but at what cost?)

🔮 Venus-Neptune Aspects – You see people through rose-colored glasses. Either you’re constantly in love with the idea of someone, or you attract relationships that feel fated but end up as illusions. (Your love life is a Lana Del Rey album.)

⚔️ Mars-Saturn Aspects – Delayed success, but once you win, you win big. Life makes you work twice as hard for everything, but once you break through, there’s no stopping you. (It’s giving late bloomer energy.)

Signs You Were Born Under an Eclipse and Your Life is Cursed—Sorry, I Mean ‘Fated’

🔥 You never get a ‘chill’ life phase. Every time you think things are calming down—boom, another plot twist. (Universe said: ‘character development.’)

🔄 You attract people and situations that feel weirdly karmic. Like, why do so many of your relationships feel destined? Ever met someone and instantly knew they'd change your life? That’s your Eclipse Baby membership kicking in.

😵‍💫 You experience ‘tower moment’ energy every few years. Just when you get comfortable, life completely flips. New career, sudden moves, unexpected breakups, spiritual awakenings—you name it. (Eclipse energy does not believe in stagnation.)

TL;DR: If You’re an Eclipse Baby, Your Life is a Movie 🎬

You weren’t born to live a small, ordinary life—you’re here for transformation, destiny, and cosmos-level drama.

💌 Want to decode your fated path? DM me for a complete astrology reading, and let’s see what the universe has planned for you. ✨

[vigilante24ish]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word Count:3086

Finale I - part 3/3 (Agatha X Reader ending):

After that intense experience, you took separate ways... for now.

Since Agatha's House was destroyed, you took her into yours. The sign of your little shop was turned to 'Closed' for the past few days now, as you chose to spend your days in your little apartment right above it.

Both Agatha and you needed to recover from everything that took place, Agatha to come to terms with her permanently white hair but also make up for lost time.

You were laying on the couch, your head resting on Agatha's laps. A book was being held in her one hand as the other was gently passing through your hair; a gently caress that relaxed you.

You lazily looked at her, both wearing simple silk robes for comfort; finding no need for clothes, since they wouldn't stay on for long.

She was reading something that put her into thought, evident by how she chewed her bottom lip faintly.

Your gaze became more intense, focusing longer than you wanted on her pink lip that was trapped beneath her white teeth.

Of course, Agatha sensed it and looked down at you; freeing her lip. "You are staring, sugar."

You offerer a cheeky smile, not embarrassed by you getting caught by her. "It's not my fault, really. Chewing that lip of yours is tempting."

"Hmm," she hummed in amusement, the edges of her lips curving into a smirk. "Is that so?"

"You don't believe me?" You questioned and pushed your body up so you could be closer to her face.

She did not mind the proximity. Instead, she welcomed it; a sparkle of mischief in her blue eyes. "Should I?"

You knew what she was doing, trying to bait you into actually doing something.

And you, like the fish you were, happily let yourself get caught in her nets. Without another word, you placed one hand against her cheek and pressed your lips with hers; your actions were sweet and caring.

Agatha allowed her free hand that once was in your hair to be placed upon yours, pressing it harder against her cheek. The other let the book fall to the ground as it moved to the back of your head and pushed you more into the kiss.

Your lips parted willingly, sighing in her mouth as she took control; every moment with her feeling like a dream you did not wish to wake up from.

Agatha's hand left yours and started to gently caress your body above the robe, heading for the slit that existed between your legs. Her touch made you moan, especially when you felt her warm hand against your thigh; pushing your robe further up.

The hand behind your head kept you there, kissing you even when the need for air was becoming too strong; letting you pull back faintly only for her to attack your neck.

"Agatha," you moaned, feeling the hand behind your head grabbing your hair and tugging it back; forcing you to expose more of your neck to her hungry lips. "Mmm."

Her greedy hand kept moving up and down, reaching too close to your centre and then trailing away; driving you crazy with her teasing.

You were trapped by invisible bonds caused by your love for her and her teasing, ever move of her making you more needy of her... of her touch, her kisses, her presence.

"Yes, pet?" She whispered against your skin, teeth gently grazing and preparing you for the bite she was about to place on you; a fresh mark for her to admire later on.

Before she could, however, someone knocked at the back door that led to your apartment.

Agatha tried to ignore it, the feeling of your pulse against her lips too tempting to just let go.

The knocking continued. Whoever was wishing to draw your attention was definitely persistent.

"Ags..." You sighed faintly, trying to hold back a moan. Your free hand went to the back of her neck, fingers gently tugging her thick hair. "The door."

"They will leave," she argued, fighting back her annoyance.

"It's Billy."

The name of the teenage witch made her stop and pull back, looking at your flustered face and hooded eyes. If this was a trick, she ws going to make you regret it.

"Agatha! Y/N!" The familiar voice of Billy reaching you. "I know you are in there. I can hear your thoughts... and I truly wish I didn't right now."

Defeated, Agatha let you go.

You chuckled faintly, your cheeks a faint pink as you got up. Fixing your robe that Agatha had so gracefully hitched up, you walked towards the door.

At the same time, your lover bent and grabbed the fallen book before leaving it closed on the nearest coffee table by her right.

You removed the bolt, feeling your magic reacting to his presence; recognising the familiar unique magic the boy possessed.

You opened the door. "Hey, Billy," you greeted and pushed the door wider open while also stepping to the side. "Come in."

He offered you a small smile and entered your house for the first time, looking around at the minimalistic design that sort of suited your style.

With how often you changed towns and states due to your expended life, you learnt not to possess a lot of things; making it easier to pack and start a new life.

Agatha cleared her throat, not even bothering to stand up and greet him. Sure, she didn't mind seeing him, but he had currently interrupted her from making you squirm and beg while laid on her legs.

"You want some tea, Billy?" You asked, doing your best to recover from the teasing.

"Uhm, yes, please," he replied as he took a seat on the armchair. "Agatha," he greeted, clearing his throat.

He was trying hard to forget the glimpse of her thoughts that he got while waiting for them to open the door... for obvious reasons.

It was in those moments that he was thankful that he could not hear your thoughts, for he was not sure he would have managed to look any of you in the eye.

"Came to crush the party, Billy boy?" Agatha questioned, taking no shame in what had almost taken place or the fact that the noisy teenager across from her had read her thoughts.

Billy felt uncomfortable and rubbed his sweaty palms on his black jeans, unsure how to answer. Thankfully for him, you arrived with three mugs of tea and passed him one.

You passed the other to Agatha and sat by her side, folding your bare legs beneath you to protect them from the faint chill.

"So, Billy," you started, taking a sip of the warm liquid. "What brings you here?"

The boy tried to copy you and drink some tea, only to cough faintly and pull back; having underestimated how hot the liquid was

"I..." he cleared his throat and tried to ignore the burning sensation coming from his tongue. "Just wanted to ask a few questions. Since, well... back then, it was not really the right time."

Agatha scoffed. "Oh, really?"

You nudged her with your elbow and sent her a silent look, full of argument. She merely glanced to the side, not truly accepting defeat or the fact that you scolded her like a child.

"Go ahead, Billy." You encouraged the boy.

The teenager was thankful for your interference. "So... uhm, about what Rio said back then... about you being a blessed child."

"Ah," you exclaimed gently and tapped your fingers against the mug. "It's quite a story, there."

Agatha sipped the tea from her purple mug. "Basically, witches have found different ways to have children; not always in the need of a mam. A blessed child is no different..." she kept her face serious, and Billy hung from her every word. "Though in such cases, a witch must cast a forbidden and dangerous ritual. Ask the triple godess to bless her with a child. It is more of a myth, impossible to get an answer or a successful term."

Billy leaned forward, clearly interested. "So, that means that you..." his attention was focused on your form, fingers tapping against the mug as the topic was not one you would truly discuss.

"I am not entirely human," you finished for him, taking a few sips of the hot tea to ease the feeling within. "Though, witches are not considered entirely human either; most of them. I am simply... the exception within the exception."

Agatha, sensing your uneasiness and the sensitivity of the topic; moved her free hand and gently pushed some strands of your hair over your shoulder; silently studying you for when you needed her to interfere

You were thankful for her actions, the silent but caring move offering you confidence. The topic was... sensitive, but you did not wish to fight it or keep things from Billy.

He deserved to know.

"This is why Rio had such special interest in her," Agatha continued. "She must have been the first one to see in centuries."

Billy was finally able to drink the tea. "But why?" He questioned as he remembered how Lilia mentioned moon witches, and yet not even the Internet seemed to have a lot of answers on them.

You took a deep breath. "Cause there is a catch, Billy." You looked at him in the eyes, your voice stable despite the uneasiness within. "You see, moon witches were born more often back then... before the Salem Trials, before even Lilia's time."

"It was a dark time even for witches," Agatha added. "The number of magic users was vast, and there were rivalries. The use of dark magic was growing popular, and many witches were going solitary in search of power."

Billy wanted to comment and scoff, considering this was what Agatha did. In more ways than one. Yet he remained silent, interested, and eager in this story.

"There were witches, though, who tried to even the odds; to maintain the balance," you continued. "They prayed and experimented and created a ritual, giving birth to a new line of witches; capable of stopping the dark influence from spreading... and they did. But there was a catch..." You passed your tongue over your dry lips. "The goddes' powers were shared between each blessed child, a safe measure to ensure things remained balanced. But witches got greedy, and one blessed child turned on another; eliminating the competition. Normal witches, forming powerful covens, also grabbed the chance to eliminate any moon witches; they were afraid their powers would take control. In the end, the moon witches became extinct, and no one had ever managed to birth a new one..."

"Until my greedy mother came along," Agatha said, her annoyance and anger evident by the snarl on her face. "She was so certain I was born evil. She thought she had found her answer by bringing forth a blessed child to do the nasty work for her."

Billy could almost imagine it all taking place, from the battles to Evanora forming this ridiculous and selfish plan.

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Evanora stood in front of a young witch, one of the may belonging to her coven; the Salemties.

"Evanora," the girl called the woman's name, carefully treading the waters. After all, their leader was known to have a temper and a foul mood; especially ever since she birthed Agatha two years prior. "I don't think this will work....what if the goddess rejects me? She did this to others."

Evanora grabbed the hands of the young witch, trying to sound supportive and caring. "It has to, Adelaide. The moon godess herself knows there is evil in Agatha. This needs to happen to prevent the past from repeating itself."

The young witch was uncertain and fearful. She was not sure she wanted to be a mother, but Evanora had personally chosen her among the other witches, and she should be honoured.

Her purity and innocence made her a perfect candidate, and many witches considered her lucky to be given such privilege.

What no one knew back then was the fact that the moon Goddess knew Agatha's path, and she knew that a special someone was needed to eventually save her.

And thus, the ritual became a success; no one knew how this unborn child was destined to do the exact opposite of what they expected of her.

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The 9 months of pregnancy passed fast, and young Agatha had no clue of the plans that led to it. When the time for the labour came, the process was hard, but Evanora had a skilful midwife and healer that was more than capable of doing her job.

When the child was born, it was Evanora that held the child first; not even allowing the young mother to do that. With greedy eyes, she searched both hands of the infant until she spotted the birthmark on the right wrist.

"A blessed child," she exclaimed, prideful that the ritual was successful. She then looked at the young witch, who was trying to recover from both the blood loss and the tough labour. "You must raise her, in solitude but within the coven grounds. She must be taught her path and trained to be ready. She must learn we are her allies and the rules of the coven." She instructed, showing little concern for the new mother.

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Raising a moon child was tough, especially when one had to do it alone. The other witches offered their assistance, but none wished to help with the child directly. They were either too afraid due to the old rumours or simply did not want to put effort, since that child was only created to take down Agatha.

Thus, you were raised by a single mother; never understanding the hesitation behind her moves or the looks she would give you.

Sometimes, she looked at you with care and treated you as her own child. She would put you to sleep and gladly show you her light blue magic with little cute shows.

And then, there were days you would look at her with those glowing white eyes... moments you would show your magic, hardly in any control, and yet being able to achieve things other witches tried hard for years.

There were days she would catch you talking to plain air or stare at the moon for hours as if hypnotised. You would look at her with such a deep look, an ancient soul trapped within the body of a child.

The burden eventually became too much, and she could not take it anymore. So one day, while you were sleeping peacefully in your bed; she confronted Evanora.

"I am sorry, but I can't do this anymore," she told the older witch. "I just.. can't..."

Evanora didn't have any empathy for her. "It's your duty. You have to. Her powers are already developing, and Agatha has yet to show hers. The chance is approaching."

Adelaide shook her head in denial. "No, I did my duty and carried her for nine months and birthed her. But I can not raise her. Treat her the way you do. She does not deserve this, and I refuse to play a part in it."

Evanora's gaze darkened with anger, and her hand moved faster than Adelaide anticipated. The loud sound of a smack echoed across the silent room, and the young witch felt the burning sensation against her cheek.

"You are a disgrace to your coven to your sisters," Evanora spat. "Leave my coven, leave those blessed grounds, and never come back, or you will never execute."

Those sharp words hurt more than her slap, and Adelaide looked at Evanora with teary eyes. She could not believe she was being cast out by her own coven leader.

Taking a deep breath, she kept whatever pride was left in her and marched inside the house; heading to pack the few things she had and leave.

Yet, when she passed in front of your room; she paused. With slow steps, she walked inside, observing your sleeping form as you hugged a wooden, carved little rabbit she had made for you.

She pressed her lips until they formed a thin line, and she gently caressed your little pink cheeks with the back of her fingers. "I am sorry," she whispered and pulled back, having little time to pack and leave; her heart heavy.

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Silence enveloped the room, the topic laying heavy and causing a tension tough to break through. Yet you managed to break it first, Agatha's warm hand on yours being the anchor to keep you from losing control.

"Anyways... I don't believe this is the only reason why you visited, Billy," you said, emptying the remnants of the tea in one go.

The teenager shifted on his seat, choosing to focus on the next topic; one that he hesitated to bring up but had to.

"It's about Tommy," he informed, slowly gathering the courage to let you know. "Ever since I gave him a body... I can sense him stronger than before, but I can't find him... and I... I am not even sure how to approach him."

"And you want what?" Agatha asked. "Us to help you find him? Perhaps bring back those old Westview memories?" The guilty look Billy gave her was all the answers she needed. She looked at you. "Sugar?"

You looked back at her, offering a sweet smile. "I mean, it's not like we have anything else planned ahead."

She wanted to scold you, for she did have plenty of plans, all revolving around you, but in the end; she did not argue or voice her thoughts. She could see that spark in your eyes, and she had come to realize you did have a soft spot for the boy.

Then she dared to look at Billy, seeing the hope he held so tightly to worry beneath at what your answers would be.

In the end, Agatha let out a heavy sigh. "Well then..." she stood up and pushed her hair back. "Let's go find Tommy, shall we?" She extended a hand for you to take, gently helping you up.

Billy jumped up, already excited by your positive answers. He didn't say anything, but his big smile and energy were enough to express his gratitude towards the two of you.

'Hold on, Tommy,' He thought, as if his twin could hear him. 'We are coming for you'.

Finale II - part 1/3 (Agatha X Reader X Rio ending)

[sugarandspiceevol]

"You're Safe With Me" — LI Reactions to MC's Nightmares 🌙

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

🌙✨ "MC wakes up from a nightmare calling their name" – How each LI reacts to MC having a distressing dream and instinctively reaching for them. 💖

𓆩♡𓆪 Reactions

𓆩♡𓆪 SFW

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「 ✦ Xavier ✦ 」

“There,” he says after placing the fourth and final blanket on top of you. “Now no more bad dreams can reach you.”

Xavier’s lack of panic informs your lack of panic. The small smile that graces his round face makes the memory of the frightening shadows in your dreams disappear. Of course it was just a bad dream. Nothing could really hurt you with Xavier here.

“I read once that weighted blankets help our nervous system calm down,” he says, always an encyclopedia of random facts.

“I don’t have any heavy blankets, but I think I stacked enough up.”

You’re glad for the dim lights in your bedroom or else he might have seen the blush on your cheeks when he tucks a hair behind your ear.

“And if that doesn’t work, I’ll lay on you instead.”

You giggle at his soft promise, knowing he would do it if you asked.

“You’ve got a deal.”

「 ✦ Rafayel ✦ 」

“What was your dream about?”

Rafayel’s warm arms are wrapped around your waist, your back to his chest as he leans his chin against your shoulder. His fingers are splayed over your stomach, making short soothing motions that make you feel safe. That make you feel like, if you get it all out, then you’ll be fine.

And Raf listens with a surprising intensity that encourages all your feelings to come tumbling past your lips.

“You know,” he says as if he’s actually been thinking it over. “I’d never actually let any of that happen to you.”

It’s simple. A statement with a period. Very typical Raf—minus the teasing tone. He’s serious and you… believe him.

“You can sleep in my arms if you’d like,” he continues. Again, simple, short, and to the point, minus the sass and smirks. The sea god has spoken, and you feel safer.

You turn to meet his eyes and, though his voice is serious, his mischievous little eyes are the same.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

「 ✦ Sylus ✦ 」

“Good, right?” Sylus asks, his deep voice rumbling with sleep as he watches you dip your cookie in milk yet again.

You can’t help but nod vigorously as you take another soft bite of warm chocolate chip cookie with a little bit of milk. You’re not sure where your husband produced the snack from—but then again, you’re not sure about how Sylus does a lot of things.

You’d woken up in a cold sweat, tears streaming down your face, his name on your lips from a nightmare that immediately fled your brain, though the fear was still there and all too real.

He was awake with you immediately, sitting up only seconds after you had, and his warm, broad frame had rocked you, his thumb caressing your cheek gently until you’d stopped crying.

“You’re safe,” he’d mumbled. And when he realized going back to sleep right away was not an option, he’d dragged you out of bed, down the halls of your home, and into the kitchen.

“So good,” you agree after getting down another warm cookie. Sleep was starting to be a possibility again, and you could feel it in the back of your eyes.

“When you’re ready, we can cuddle,” he says, his voice gravelly, filled with affection and slight amusement as he watches you pick up another cookie. “Take your time, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, baby.”

「 ✦ Caleb ✦ 」

“Just one more block!” Caleb says. He is a little further than you on the sidewalk, his longer legs carrying him farther, faster. It’s 3 in the morning, and the streets of Sky Haven are quiet, except for the sounds of you and Caleb running down them. It was something new you were trying when the nightmares came.

“It’s like we’re taking turns,” Caleb had muttered into your hair as he held you tightly when you’d first woken up screaming his name. His fingers made calming motions up and down your back as you clung to him, a few stubborn tears pooling in your eyes.

He was, of course, referencing his own nightmares—sometimes quiet, leaving him pulling you in tighter, and sometimes ending with him crying out your name in the middle of the night. You were, in fact, taking turns taking care of each other. Soft cuddles, forehead kisses, and whispered assurances were only taking you so far. Then he’d had this idea—a quick run around the block.

“If we’re tired enough, we’ll get some good sleep,” he’d reasoned. And that had felt like a good idea before you were out in the cold and he was running ahead of you.

He turns to look back at you and stops, a small smile on his face. “What’s the matter, honey?” he asks as you catch up.

“I’m tired,” you say, a smile on your face to match his. “And cold.”

His warm frame envelops you seconds later, his chin on your head, his hands rubbing down your back.

“Alright, alright, let’s head back home. I think we’ve worked hard enough.”

The walk back is nice—you have his jacket on your shoulders and his hand in yours.

“Caleb?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, honey.”

「 ✦ Zayne ✦ 」

“Asking a doctor not to be a doctor about things like interrupted sleep is quite the impossible ask,” Zayne muses softly. His fingers thread through your hair gently, your breaths becoming slower against his neck.

Your nightmare had awoken the doctor, who was already a bit of a light sleeper. It wasn’t the first time. He’d been so frightened that something had happened to you that his hand was ice-cold with his activated evol, ready to fight the wanderer that must have appeared in the bedroom.

Since then, he’d been calmer when it happened again. Your husband was a quick study—fingers through your hair and soft reassurances of safety often did the trick of getting you back asleep after a nightmare. But tonight, you were shaken up by the vivid images of his death.

You squeeze his side, your arms draped around his waist as he holds you close.

His voice becomes more serious as he feels your leftover emotions.

“I’d never leave you,” he says softly, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I swear it.”

Then there’s a kiss to your cheekbone and your cheek, and by the time he’s to your lips, you’re smiling again.

“There it is,” he says softly, a small smile matching his own, his thumb gently tracing over your lips before he kisses you. It’s a gentle kiss, full of warmth and safety and presence.

The covers shift softly as you press closer, the kiss washing away any thoughts of death when your husband is before you clearly and full of life.

“Go back to sleep,” he whispers in the end. “I’ll watch over you.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” you say with a teasing smile before leaning in for one last goodnight kiss.

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[pukefactory]

Hiii! I love your work so so much! i think it’s beautiful ^_^ ! 💗

i was just wondering if you could do astro x a moon themed reader? i’m so sorry if i seem pushy, this is my first time requesting! take your time and thank you! - 🌙🐑

Thank you for the kind words, Anon! I’m so glad you and so many others enjoy my writing! Consider this a little thank-you gift.

──✩₊⁺⋆ MOON JELLIES ⋆⁺₊✧──

⏾⋆.˚ Summary: A Compilation of Headcannons Featuring Astro X A Moon Themed Reader

⏾⋆.˚ Character(s): Astro Novalite (Dandy’s World)

⏾⋆.˚ Genre: Headcannons, SFW

⏾⋆.˚ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

⏾⋆.˚ Image Credits: @shellytism on Pinterest

✦ The first time Astro noticed how your glow pulsed in sync with his during Blackouts, he didn’t say anything. He just stood there, watching the way the dim blues and silvers of your light flickered together like twin stars. “…Fascinating,” he finally murmured, more to himself than anything.

✦ Conversation isn’t necessary when you’re with him. You both sit in comfortable silence, watching the stars or listening to the faint hum of the world around you. Sometimes he’ll shift just a little closer, his blanket brushing against you, and that’s enough.

✦ Since Astro has control over dreams, he’s deeply intrigued by how your presence seems to influence them too. You bring a cool, tranquil feeling—like a clear night sky. “…I believe you helped that one sleep more peacefully,” he notes, observing a Toon’s steady breathing. He won’t say it outright, but he thinks he dreams better when you’re around, too.

✦ He invites you to nap with him more often than he does anyone else. “…Let’s take a nap.” A simple statement, but an unspoken invitation to rest under the soft glow of your combined light.

✦ Astro struggles with expressing himself, but when he finally admits his feelings, it’s under a sky full of stars. “…You remind me of home,” he says softly, the words barely above a whisper. It takes a moment for you to realize—this is his way of saying he loves you.

✦ He won’t say much, but if something disrupts your peace, he’s already working to remove the source of the disturbance. Whether it’s dimming the lights for you, muffling the noise of the others, or simply guiding you somewhere quieter, he does it all so naturally, you almost don’t notice—until you do.

✦ Every so often, he’ll quietly tap your shoulder and point towards the sky. No words needed, just the two of you lying down and watching the celestial bodies drift by. If you happen to doze off, he doesn’t wake you—he just keeps watch, making sure your dreams are gentle.

✦ Astro isn’t one for big gestures, but you start to notice how often he tugs his blanket around you when he thinks you’re cold, or how his voice softens just a little when he says, “Good night.” It’s in the way he lingers after bidding you farewell, almost reluctant to leave.

✦ Sometimes, when the power cuts out, other Toons find their way to you both, drawn by the combined glow you emit. “I suppose… we make a good lighthouse,” he muses, casting a glance your way.

✦ The softest “I love you”. He never outright says it. Instead, it’s in the way he watches over you, in the way he trusts you with his quiet moments. And when you start to drift off, his voice is the last thing you hear: “…Sweet dreams.”

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[lunar-witches]

✨ Creating Your Grimoire ✨

In the realm of witchcraft and the arcane arts, a grimoire is a sacred vessel—a repository for your magical knowledge, spells, and experiences. To create your very own grimoire is to embark on a magical journey, a testament to your personal growth and a reflection of your unique spiritual path. With each page, you breathe life into a magical world that is uniquely yours. 🌙📜🔮

So, let us delve into the mystic arts and learn how to craft your very own grimoire, a treasured companion on your magical journey:

✨ 1. Choose Your Tools: Begin by selecting a journal or a notebook that resonates with you. It could be leather-bound, handcrafted, or a simple, beautifully designed book. Let your intuition guide you.

✨ 2. Dedicate Your Grimoire: Before you start filling its pages, dedicate your grimoire to your magical practice. Create a ceremony or ritual that signifies its importance in your spiritual journey.

✨ 3. Organize Your Content: Decide on the sections or categories for your grimoire. Common sections include spells, herbs, crystals, divination, moon phases, and personal reflections. Organizing your content will make it easier to reference.

✨ 4. Decorate with Intention: Use art, symbols, and colors that hold significance in your practice. Incorporate symbols, runes, and illustrations that resonate with your magical path. Each stroke of your pen can carry intention.

✨ 5. Record Your Spells and Rituals: Document your spells and rituals with care. Include ingredients, steps, and the outcomes. Personalize them to make them your own and infuse them with your energy.

✨ 6. Herbal and Crystal Wisdom: Devote sections to the properties and uses of herbs and crystals. Describe their magical associations and how to work with them in your spells and rituals.

✨ 7. Lunar and Planetary Magic: Dedicate pages to the phases of the moon and the influence of planetary energies. Include your observations and experiences with these celestial guides.

✨ 8. Divination and Tarot: Share your insights about divination methods like tarot, runes, or scrying. Document your readings and interpretations.

✨ 9. Dream and Meditation Journal: Dedicate a portion to dream and meditation experiences. Record your visions, insights, and messages received during your spiritual journeys.

✨ 10. Personal Reflections: Your grimoire is not just a book of facts but a record of your spiritual evolution. Write about your experiences, your magical progress, and how your practice has shaped you.

✨ 11. Protection and Secrecy: Consider creating a page or section dedicated to protective spells or enchantments to safeguard the contents of your grimoire.

✨ 12. Regularly Update: Your grimoire is a living, evolving document. As you learn, grow, and experience, continue to add to its pages and update your knowledge.

🌟🔮🌟

As you craft your grimoire, remember that it is a reflection of your unique connection to the magical world. With each entry, you breathe life into your practice, making it a powerful, personalized tool for your mystical journey. May your grimoire be a testament to your magical evolution, a record of your discoveries, and a key to the secrets of the universe.

📜🔮✨ Blessed be, as you embark on this enchanting journey of grimoire creation. 📜🔮✨

[starborncoven]

🖤 Protection Against the Dark Arts 🔮✨

Take out your grimoire, light a candle, and let’s begin with the fundamentals.

🌙 Chapter 1: Cleansings, Protections & Banishments 🌙

Before we talk about protection, let’s ask: What exactly are we shielding ourselves from? The unseen world is vast, and not everything in it has good intentions. Here are the five main types of magical and energetic disturbances you may encounter:

⚡ Spirits who feel wronged or restless. ⚡ Novice practitioners poking where they shouldn't. ⚡ The weight of broken oaths and unfulfilled promises. ⚡ Malicious intent from other witches (yes, even in WitchTok). ⚡ Astral parasites, low vibrations, and unwanted entities.

If you maintain a regular (but not obsessive) cleansing and protection practice, you’ll be just fine. But how do you know when you’re under attack?

🔮 Signs of Energetic Disturbance 🔮

🕯️ External Signs: A sudden streak of bad luck, patterns of misfortune that seem unnatural. 🕯️ Mental & Emotional Signs: Anxiety that appears out of nowhere, intrusive thoughts, nightmares where you are hunted, trapped, or tormented. If a spirit is involved, you may feel watched, drained, or uneasy in your own space. 🕯️ Physical Signs: Persistent headaches, fatigue that no amount of sleep can fix, nausea with no apparent cause. 🕯️ Omens: Recurring symbols in dreams—dead animals, shadow figures, places you cannot escape from. 🕯️ Intuition: If you suddenly feel compelled to cleanse or protect your space, trust yourself. Some witches even sense negative energy through scent—pay attention to what your body tells you.

⚠️ BUT REMEMBER: Not everything is an attack. Headaches happen. People get sick. A string of bad luck doesn’t always mean your neighbor Karen is hexing you. Most "curses" are self-inflicted by fear and suggestion. Before diving into spiritual solutions, check in with your physical and mental health.

✨ Protection Basics ✨

🕯️ The Sphere of Light – A simple yet powerful visualization technique. 🛁 Cleansing & Protection Baths – Water is a natural purifier. Salt, herbs, and intention amplify its power. 🧂 Salt – A classic, whether sprinkled at doorways, carried in a sachet, or dissolved in bathwater. 📿 Talismans & Charms – Protection jewelry, enchanted sigils, or blessed objects.

🏡 For Home Protection 🏡

💨 Smoke Cleansing: Use sacred herbs or resins—frankincense, myrrh, dragon’s blood, palo santo, sandalwood. 💎 Crystals: Tourmaline, obsidian, selenite, and white quartz create a strong energetic shield. 🔏 Sigils: Draw them on doors, windows, or mirrors—just remember to cleanse first before sealing!

🖤 Self-Cleansing Rituals 🖤

🕯️ Egg cleansings for absorbing negativity. 💦 Showers with salt or herbal infusions. 💨 Incense rituals to purify your aura.

✨ Banishment: When the Shadows Won’t Leave ✨

Sometimes, despite our best efforts, something unwanted lingers. When that happens, it’s time for a banishment.

🔥 Candle Banishing – A word of caution: Never leave a candle unattended, especially if you’ve added herbs or oils. Fire is a spirit of its own—respect it. 💨 Banishing Incense – Some of the best options include laurel, dragon’s blood, and frankincense. 🛡️ Divine Intervention – If you work with deities, call upon one aligned with protection and purification. 🌿 Banishing Herbs & Spices – Lavender, cloves, bay leaves, and lemon verbena hold strong purifying properties.

Curious for more? Our full 30+ page guide on protection, cleansing, and banishment is coming soon to our Ko-fi! 🌙✨

Stay safe, witches. The veil is thin, but you are powerful. 🖤🔮

[dxy-drxxm]

SYNOPSIS: Leaning onto each other, just being close, was enough.

CW/s: Tooth rotting fluff, established relationship, lowkey clingy Furina, not spoilers for archon quests because this is more day to day life yk, reader enables her clinginess too much, brief mentions of Neuvi being a tired father figure to this clingy and very dramatic miss girl

NOTE: This is a prompt from this list right here, and I plan on making a touch starved mini series ft. various genshin chars and what prompt fits them. If the same prompt fits them though, I might just do both chars with them lol. It's a new format so I'm hoping that this will look v good and not be a mess.

"Furina, we've been in bed for an hour now. I'm sure you have things to do than keep me captive, do you?"

"Mm... I know, but I want to keep holding you just a bit longer. Besides, it's so early..."

You sometimes forget how Furina isn't suited to be a morning person, and especially with her job as an actress. However, seeing her act like a tired child reminded you that yes, she was still human.

... And yes, she despises waking up early to deal with her agenda of being an actress. Er, maybe a returning actress will suffice.

Sighing, you moved over to spoon her in your arms. You knew that it wasn't often that she would be so clingy, so even if you were grumbling about it now... You can't lie, you love this side of her.

Who knew the flamboyant and immature Hydro Archon would act so quaint and clingy behind closed doors?

Brushing a piece of her hair away, you couldn't help but smile. Feeling your hand trace her cheek, her eyes flitted over to you, the mismatched and heterochromatic hues greeting your own.

They reminded you so much of tear drops. It was beautiful.

".. What's the matter? Is my hair—" she stopped to yawn, "—a mess...?"

"Hah, no, no," you chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I'm just admiring your beauty, that's all. It's rare to have you in my arms, Furina."

Furina's cheeks seem to redden, making you poke it with a giggle.

"That, and you're always so clingy. Do you miss me when you have work to do, I wonder?"

"Hmph! Stop teasing me!" she exclaimed, hitting you lightly as a result. With a pout, she turned her body away, making you laugh a bit more at her child-like mannerisms.

"I jest, I jest," you replied, placing your chin on her shoulder as you held her a bit tighter.

... Leaning onto each other like this, just being close... It's enough for me.

"Do you, truly?"

"Hm... I am," you answered, humming. "Unless you want monsieur Neuvillette to hear what happened this morning again, hmm?"

What greeted your ears was your lover's whines as she tells you not to, and your morning has been spent with Furina complaining about how Neuvillette acts like a tired father to her recent troubles.

You couldn't help but smile, though. You can never find it in your heart to trade this moment for anything else, even for your life.

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[wandoffire]

Hey :)

A quick link for everything.

Law of attraction 🧲

Raising your vibration

Simple spiritual practices

Spell Jars: 🫙

Positivity

Protection

Self-love

Good luck

Clarity

Career / money

Herbs: 🌱

For energy

For sleep

For digestive health

Essential oils: use ideas and types

Crystals: 💎

Colour meanings

Crystals for...

Care tips

Meditation

Moon phase journaling 🌙

Energy cleanse mist

Peaceful sleep spell bag

Lucid Dreaming

Love 🫶

[imsuperhungry]

bite

(yandere! spiderman atsv)

ⁱᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ʷʰᵒ ⁱ ᵃᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵃⁿʸᵒⁿᵉ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵈᵃʸˢ🌙

ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵃˡˡ⭐️

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WARNINGS: Mild Cussing

WORD COUNT: 2377

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𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚙.

Your brows furrow in your sleep, the sound too faint to wake you, yet just intrusive enough to disrupt your dream.

𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜.

Your brows knit tighter, a faint frown forming on your lips, yet you remain deep in slumber.

𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜.

Your eyes snap open, irritation flickering through you at the abrupt wake-up call. Confusion quickly follows—what even woke you up? You don't remember setting an alarm. You had no reason to. It was a Friday when you fell asleep.

You quickly spot the source of the noise—an old alarm clock. With a sigh, you press your hand down on the top to silence the damned thing. But as you pick it up, you realize you've accidentally broken it. That doesn't make sense—you barely used any force at all.

Your brows knit tighter, the sudden chill wrapping around your body like a warning. You push the blankets off, a shiver running down your spine as the cold air greets you. You blink away the remnants of sleep, your eyes scanning your surroundings, and the realization creeps in with growing unease—this isn't your room. The space around me feels heavy, almost brooding, with band posters plastered across nearly every inch of the walls. So many, in fact, that I can't even tell what color the walls were supposed to be in the first place.

The bed you were in was neatly tucked into the corner of the room, pressed against two walls just as covered in posters as the rest. A few pillows rested against the headboard, accompanied by a simple gray duvet and plain white sheets. Above you, a canopy draped over the bed, adorned with ivy vines that cascaded down like delicate, tangled threads of green.

You reach for your phone on the nightstand, right where you had left it, to check the time. But as your fingers graze the surface, all you feel is cold wood—empty, bare. Your confusion deepens.

Frowning, you search the bed next, running your hands over the sheets and pillows. Minutes pass, but no luck. Your phone is nowhere to be found.

You settle for the clock on the wall, squinting at it. It reads 7:53 AM.

Why would you have an alarm set for 7:50 in the morning when school doesn't start until 9? Did you have some event you forgot about? Your mind races, trying to piece together what could explain this.

Just as you begin to zone out, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts, the door suddenly slams open. A woman stands there, and for a split second, you almost mistake her for your mother.

But something wasn't right. Her hair was a few shades off, and she stood just a little taller than you remembered. Her eyes—there was something about them. They didn't look like they used to. It was subtle, but something was definitely off.

"Good god! School starts in 20 minutes, you're going to miss the bus! Get up, get up!" she exclaims, rushing over to where you sit and yanking you up.

The sudden movement catches you completely off guard. As she pulls you to your feet, you stare at her in confusion. Her grip—it doesn't feel like your mom's at all. There's something different, something unsettling about the way she holds you.

She noticed my reaction, letting out a heavy sigh before rolling her eyes.

"Come on, baby. Your uniform's already ironed, and your dad's downstairs, serving your breakfast," she says, her tone growing more impatient as she begins to usher you out of the room.

As she pushes you through the house, you can't shake the feeling that something is off. Everything seems perfectly normal at first glance, but as you look closer, you start to notice little things that don't fit. A few items have been replaced by things you don't recognize—odd trinkets that don't belong.

The sofa—why is it flipped around, facing the other way? And at the dining table, there's an extra chair. Your family only has three people, yet now there are four chairs. Your mind races, trying to make sense of it all.

She leads you to the dining table and sits you down in a seat, where a fluffy, tall stack of pancakes waits for you. Your stomach churns at the sight.

Your dad doesn't know how to cook. Just last week, you had to settle for yet another takeout pizza because Mom was gone, and he had no idea how to make anything other than spaghetti. And even then, it wasn't exactly restaurant quality—more like a soggy mess that barely resembled a meal.

There was no way he could've made this. Something wasn't adding up.

"When you're done eating, put your uniform on. I left it laying on the couch," she says, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before turning away, heading off to get herself ready for the day.

Her touch lingers for a moment, but the warmth of it feels distant, almost like it wasn't meant for you. Something about this whole situation feels wrong, but you can't quite put your finger on it.

As you start to eat, your mind races with questions. Maybe your mom rearranged some furniture around the house—and your room for some reason. But wouldn't you have heard her? The door creaks loud enough to wake the dead, and why would she even need to redecorate your room?

Nothing was adding up, and the more you tried to reason with yourself, the more things felt out of place.

You were suddenly jolted out of your thoughts when your father snuck up behind you, and it scared the living shit out of you.

"Hey, kiddo, you're finally awake?" he said, placing a quick kiss on your temple before walking away.

He never had work, so what exactly was he getting ready for? The confusion in your mind grew deeper, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong.

You started eating faster when you glanced at the clock on the wall—it told you you had only 10 more minutes before you had to leave for school.

Once you cleared your plate, you quickly placed it in the sink along with the other dirty dishes. You rushed over to the couch, where you spotted a pristine uniform laid out for you, as if it had been prepared just for this moment.

You grabbed the uniform and headed toward the bathroom to put it on. As you stripped out of your pajamas, you examined the uniform more closely. That's when you noticed a few things were off—tweaked in a way that didn't sit right. The bow was hanging a bit lower than you remembered.

Nevertheless, you slipped the uniform on and headed out of the room, walking toward the front door where your backpack was waiting for you. You slid it on, feeling the weight of it on your shoulders.

Just then, your mother—now dressed in her nursing scrubs—pulled you into a tight hug, wishing you a good day. Her embrace felt... oddly comforting, but there was still something nagging at you, something you couldn't quite shake.

You walked out the door and found a bus waiting for you, its doors wide open. You started heading toward it, your head slumped down. You were tired, confused, and honestly a bit annoyed—definitely not the best way to start the day.

As you boarded the bus, nobody seemed to notice you—everyone was too caught up in their own conversations. You scanned the bus for a seat, but before you could make a choice, you felt a tug on your shirt.

You turned to see a boy looking up at you, and he told you that you could sit next to him. He quickly moved his backpack onto the floor to make space for you, a small, welcoming gesture in the midst of your confusion.

You placed your bag on the floor before sitting down next to him, and for the umpteenth time that morning, you zoned out.

"Hey, um, are you, like, new here? I swear I've never seen you before," the boy sitting next to you said, his voice pulling you out of your daze.

You turned to face him, blinking a few times as you processed his question. Why would he think you were new? You weren't new—were you?

"Uhm, yeah, I guess so," you said, awkwardly laughing to cover up your growing unease.

You weren't sure what to say. The whole situation felt so off, like you were stuck in some version of your life that didn't quite match up with reality.

"Yeah, no, that's cool. My name's Miles," he says, holding out his hand toward you, clearly expecting a handshake.

You reach out, shaking his hand before introducing yourself. A small smile creeps across your face—making your first friend before school even starts feels like a small relief, soothing your frayed nerves.

The rest of the ride is filled with awkward small talk between you and Miles. He asks where you're from, why you "moved" here, and all you can do is feed him a string of half-baked lies. Each one feels more uncomfortable than the last, but he doesn't seem to notice. He just nods along, completely buying into the story you're desperately trying to sell.

It's getting harder to keep up the charade, especially since you don't even know why you're lying in the first place. The words feel like they're slipping out of your mouth without any real reason, like you're on autopilot trying to make the situation feel normal, but it only makes things more confusing.

You feel it—the weight of someone's gaze piercing through you. It's like a chill runs down your spine as you turn your head, scanning the bus. And there she is. She's sitting a few rows back, staring straight at you. Her eyes are intense, almost unnervingly so, and the moment your eyes meet, she doesn't look away. It's like she's studying you, and the tension in the air makes your stomach twist uncomfortably.

A girl with short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes is watching you curiously, like she's trying to figure you out. Her gaze is intense, and for some reason, it sends a shiver down your spine.

You quickly look away when your eyes meet hers, pretending like nothing happened. You turn back to Miles, trying to focus on your conversation, but the feeling of her gaze—like it's burning a hole into the back of your head—makes it impossible to concentrate.

You can still feel her eyes on you, and every word that comes out of your mouth feels forced as you desperately try to ignore the uncomfortable tension creeping up your spine.

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Science class sucks, that's a given. Class after class rolls by, but science is by far the worst one of them all. Even on your first day here.

wherever "here" was.

Watching a boring video on the laws of physics isn't the most entertaining thing; in fact, it's far from it. The most annoying part isn't even the video itself—it's the constant feeling of eyes on you. Like they followed you from the bus and just started stalking you throughout the day.

Maybe you looked ugly... okay, that's obviously a joke—you're the baddest here.

But still, the constant feeling of being watched was starting to get under your skin, itching away at your patience and annoying you more than it probably should have.

As you watched the video, the door creaked open, and somebody stepped inside, but they were trying to be sneaky. The way they somewhat tiptoed was enough of a signal—like they thought they could hide their presence, but it was obvious.

But sadly, their attempts would prove to be futile. The room was just too quiet, and add that to the fact that the teacher had eyes like a hawk—well, the odds weren't in their favor. The teacher flicked the light on, causing most of the kids to groan in unison.

"Mr. Morales, moving in the dark, I see. You're late, again," the teacher said, her voice sharp and full of authority.

He looked at her like a deer caught in headlights, pausing for a moment as he tried to think of something to say. After a beat, he finally blurted, "Einstein said time is relative, right? Maybe I'm not late, maybe all of you are just early!" He said this with a smirk, his eyes scanning the classroom like he was searching for some kind of approval.

The room is dead silent, the kind of silence that feels suffocating. Not even a pity chuckle follows his lame attempt at humor. You can't help it—you let out a soft giggle. It's too awkward not to laugh. The whole situation is so unfunny, it somehow becomes funny.

After a few more beats of silence, the teacher spoke again.

"So are you going to sit down, or keep standing there?"

His shoulders slump in defeat, and he quickly shuffles into his assigned seat—right beside you.

As the teacher turns the lights back off and restarts the video, you can see the embarrassment wash over him. It's hard not to feel a little bad for him.

You lean over slightly, whispering toward him, "I liked your joke." You can feel the warmth of your breath as you speak, and his posture seems to relax just a little.

He looks over at you, genuine shock flashing across his face for a moment, before it's quickly replaced by a small, grateful grin. His eyes linger on you for a second, like he's not quite sure if you're serious or just being nice, but either way, that little smile stays.

"Really?" He asks

"Yeah, it wasnt funny. I think thats why I laughed."

That made him blush a bit, but with the dark room, it was hard to tell for sure. He probably wanted to say something else, but the teacher was quicker, giving him a sharp warning look that instantly shut him down. You could feel the tension hanging in the air as he sat back, silently fidgeting in his seat. 

[shapard]

Sweet Delusion🌙

Lucifer x fem!reader

Sucker

Tw: Death, miscarriage, Violence (a lot), traumatic events, reader going Harley, Harley is a warning itself, Angst

Chapter 3 < Chapter 4 > Chapter 5

Story begins under the cut

Your laughter rang out like a soft melody, filling the cozy little café you and Sharen frequented. 

The warm glow of the hanging lights bathed the space in a golden hue, casting a soft shine over his impossibly perfect features. His golden hair caught the light just right, accentuating the sharp angle of his jaw and the mischievous glint in his eyes. How had you gotten so lucky?

It had been a month since you and Sharen had made it official, and every day since had felt like a dream you never wanted to wake up from. He wasn’t just attentive—he was thoughtful in ways that left you breathless. The flowers he sent weren’t just bouquets; each arrangement seemed to carry a message. The letters he wrote weren’t just words on paper but pieces of his heart laid bare for you. And the dates? Every single one was magic, from moonlit strolls to surprise candlelit dinners under the stars.

Today was no different. You sat across from him, sipping on a perfectly brewed latte, as he leaned closer, his smile soft and inviting. His presence had a way of making everything else fade into the background.

“And then Darien said we should go find a woman for him because he feels so lonely,” you said between fits of laughter, clutching your stomach as you recalled the ridiculousness of the moment. Sharen chuckled, his deep, velvety voice melting into the warm air around you.

“You’re cruel, you know that? Laughing at Darien’s misery like that,” he teased, though the sparkle in his eyes told you he was thoroughly enjoying your happiness.

“I can’t help it,” you said, grinning. “It was just so unexpected!”

Your cheeks were starting to ache from smiling so much, but you didn’t care. Sharen had this way of making you feel alive, truly alive, like he saw you in a way no one else ever had. He didn’t just love you—he cherished you, celebrated you. You’d never known love could be like this, an endless cycle of giving and receiving that left you dizzy with joy.

The feeling was intoxicating, like riding a roller coaster at its peak, the rush of adrenaline and exhilaration so powerful you almost forgot to breathe.

You glanced over at him again, and for a moment, it felt surreal. His golden hair fell perfectly against his forehead, his lips curving into that easy smile you’d come to adore. How had someone like him chosen you? How had this beauty—inside and out—become yours?

“Are you even listening to me, hun?” His voice broke through your thoughts, and you startled, realizing he’d leaned forward. His face was mere inches from yours, his warm breath tickling your skin. Had he always been this close?

“I—I am,” you stammered, your voice a little breathless.

Sharen tilted his head, his amber eyes narrowing playfully. “Mmm, I’m not so sure about that,” he said, his smile quirking mischievously. “But I’ll let it slide this time.”

You giggled, the sound light and effortless, and he joined you, the two of you dissolving into laughter that felt like it could chase away any shadow.

For a moment, the world outside the café ceased to exist. It was just you and him, the aroma of coffee and pastries wrapping around you like a cocoon, the steady hum of conversation fading into the background.

As your laughter subsided, Sharen reached across the table, his hand brushing against yours. His fingers were warm, strong yet gentle, as they entwined with yours. His thumb traced small circles on the back of your hand, a simple gesture that sent sparks up your arm.

“You know,” he began, his voice softer now, almost tender, “seeing you happy like this... it makes everything worth it.”

Your heart fluttered, the sincerity in his words wrapping around you like a blanket. He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a feather-light kiss to your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I mean it,” he continued, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that made your cheeks flush. “You deserve this, Y/n. All of it. Every flower, every letter, every moment like this.”

You smiled, the kind of smile that came from somewhere deep inside, and squeezed his hand. “And you deserve it too, Sharen. You’ve given me so much... more than I ever thought I could have.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The world outside moved on, but in that little café, time seemed to slow, stretching out this perfect moment between you. You wished it could stay like this forever, this feeling of safety, love, and warmth cocooning the both of you.

If this was a dream, you thought, let me never wake up.

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Two years. Two beautiful years, and your love for Sharen had only grown deeper with every passing day. The two of you had become inseparable, like two halves of the same soul, woven together so tightly that the thought of being apart felt unimaginable.

Sharen’s hand was warm against yours as he leaned in, his lips brushing tenderly against yours. The kiss was soft, unhurried, filled with a quiet affection that made your heart flutter every time. “I have a surprise for you, mon chéri,” he murmured against your lips, his golden eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and something deeper—something unspoken.

You smiled, letting him guide you outside into the cool evening air. The sky was painted in shades of twilight, and the shimmering lights from the pool danced across the surface like tiny stars. The moment felt almost too perfect, as though the universe itself had conspired to bring this scene to life.

Sharen stopped near the pool’s edge, turning to face you. His hands were trembling slightly as they cradled yours, and the weight of his gaze made your chest tighten. He seemed nervous—an unfamiliar look on a man who was usually so composed.

“I’ve wanted to ask you this for so long,” he began, his voice low, each word deliberate. “But I needed it to be the right time. And now... now, I know it is.”

Confused but intrigued, you tilted your head, your e/c eyes searching his face. “What is it, Sharen?”

He exhaled deeply, as though steeling himself for what was to come. Then, with a sudden, graceful motion, he sank to one knee.

Your heart stopped.

“I love you, Y/n,” he said, his voice steady now, but his eyes glistened with emotion. “I always have, and I always will. You are the light of my life, my goddess. Just one look into your eyes makes me the happiest man alive.” He paused, his free hand reaching into his pocket to reveal a small velvet box. “So, I’m asking this to the one and only person who holds my heart…”

The box snapped open to reveal a stunning ring, the diamond catching the pool’s lights and scattering them in every direction.

“Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”

Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over before you could even think to stop them. You nodded, your voice trembling as you gasped out, “Oh my god, YES!”

Sharen’s hands were gentle but firm as he slipped the ring onto your shaking finger. In the next instant, you were in his arms, his embrace warm and steady as he held you tightly, grounding you in the whirlwind of emotion. You buried your face in his shoulder, your tears soaking into his shirt as you whispered, “I love you, Sharen.”

“I love you more,” he whispered back, pressing his lips to the top of your head. In his arms, you felt something you’d never truly known before: peace.

The day of the wedding was like a dream brought to life. The venue shimmered with golden hues, filled with the laughter of friends and family. Sharen’s entire family was there, their warmth and love enveloping you, and your closest friends stood by your side, sharing in your happiness.

But there was a twinge of sadness that you couldn’t completely push away. Your mother wasn’t here—and perhaps, deep down, you’d known she never would be.

“You’re a disgrace to the family.”

The venomous words echoed faintly in your mind, a shadow that hadn’t entirely faded. Your nails dug into your palm, grounding yourself as you forced those memories away. That torment was over.

No more.

There would be no more nights crying into a pillow, no more eating what she forced out of you, no more cruel barbs that left scars deeper than you could bear. You were free now. Free to build a life filled with love, warmth, and joy.

And at the center of it all was Sharen

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He stood beside you now, his arm wrapped securely around your waist. His touch was tender, yet it held a quiet strength, as if he knew how much you needed him in this moment. He leaned close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “You look breathtaking, mon amour.”

Your chest swelled with emotion as you turned to look at him. His golden eyes were filled with so much love, so much adoration, that it made your heart ache in the best possible way.

Your life was perfect now. No more fighting. No more pain. Only him. Only love.

And as the two of you danced beneath the twinkling lights, surrounded by those who celebrated your happiness, you knew that this was where you were meant to be. Forever.

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Your hands were trembling, slick with sweat and blood. Everything around you was a haze of crimson—splattered walls, dripping curtains, and the sticky pool at your feet that clung to your shoes with every move. The gun in your hand felt impossibly heavy, its barrel still smoking as it gleamed under the dim, flickering light. At your feet lay a lifeless woman, her once vibrant eyes now dull and vacant, her face frozen in a mask of terror.

A strangled, broken laugh tore from your throat, bouncing off the suffocating silence of the room. It was a sound that didn’t feel like your own, an awful mix of hysterical laughter and soul-shaking sobs. Your chest heaved with the weight of emotions clawing at you from the inside—grief, guilt, rage, and despair blending into an unbearable cacophony.

You hadn’t wanted this. You never wanted to take another life. You weren’t a murderer. But it didn’t matter. You had done it.

Because it’s what he wanted.

“I just... I just wanted him back,” you whimpered to no one, your voice raw and trembling. “The real Sharen. The caring Sharen. The man who loved me…” Your words dissolved into a guttural sob as you looked at your hands—shaking, bloodied, foreign.

But Sharen wasn’t that man anymore. He had become a monster, a hollow version of the man you loved. And to keep even the faintest glimmer of that love alive, you’d done unspeakable things for him. You’d slept with strangers to satisfy his whims. You’d pulled the trigger to line his pockets with blood money. All for him.

Your clothes clung to your skin, soaked through with the sticky warmth of the woman’s blood. The metallic tang filled your nose, making you gag. Your body felt as if it were crumbling under the weight of your crimes, yet your heart screamed for the life you had lost.

“For us!” you cried out, your voice echoing through the empty house. Your trembling hand went to your stomach, clutching protectively at the small swell there.

Lucifer watched in silence, unseen within the boundaries of your memory. His crimson eyes widened with horror as realization struck him like a lightning bolt. “She’s pregnant…” he whispered, the words barely escaping his lips. His hand flew to his mouth, unable to stifle the cry that threatened to escape. He wanted to save you, to pull you out of this nightmare, but he couldn’t. Not yet. He was trapped in your memory, forced to watch your pain unfold like a gruesome play.

“You don’t deserve this, Y/n,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “They care about you—Charlie, the others—they love you. Please, hold on.” But his words fell into the void, unheard and unacknowledged.

Your steps were heavy, dragging across the bloodstained floor as you made your way to the bedroom. Each footfall echoed in the silent house like the tolling of a death knell. Your hand hesitated on the cold iron door handle, but you pushed forward, your trembling grip turning it.

The sight inside was a knife to your already bleeding heart.

There he was. Sharen. The man you had given your heart, your body, your soul to. And he was entwined with another woman, their limbs tangled in an embrace so intimate it made your stomach churn.

“Sharen?” Your voice was weak, breaking on his name. You looked at him, your bloodied hands trembling at your sides, your hollow eyes pleading.

Sharen froze for a moment, his golden hair tousled and his perfect face clouded with irritation. He slipped away from the woman, wrapping a robe around his body with casual ease. His eyes scanned you with disgust, taking in the blood-soaked dress clinging to your form.

“God, look at you,” he sneered, his voice cold and venomous. “You’re pathetic.”

Your breath hitched as you took a step toward him. “I did what you told me to do,” you murmured, your voice cracking. “I did it for us, Sharen. So we could be together.”

Sharen stepped back, laughing bitterly. “You stupid bitch. You actually did it?” He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. His laughter wasn’t warm—it was sharp, cruel, cutting into you like shards of glass. “Good thing I married such an obedient little lapdog.”

“Sharen… I… I love you,” you whispered, tears streaking down your bloodied cheeks.

His smile twisted into something monstrous as he reached for the knife on the nightstand. “Love?” he spat. “You think this is love? You’re nothing to me. Not as a wife, not even as a woman.”

The world tilted as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking you down. You gasped, pain shooting through your scalp as his words hit you like a series of blows.

“And more disgrace,” Sharen spat, his voice dripping with venom as his cold eyes raked over you. “A mixed thing growing in your stomach. How utterly disgusting.”

You staggered back, clutching at your abdomen protectively. Tears blurred your vision, but you could still see the gleam of the knife in his hand as he took a step closer. “Sharen… please…” 

The words choked in your throat, thick with desperation.

But he wasn’t listening. 

He never listened.

The blade plunged into your stomach with a force that knocked the breath from your lungs. You screamed, a bloodcurdling sound that echoed off the walls, but it wasn’t enough to stop him. With a cruel twist of the knife, pain exploded through your body like fire, searing and unrelenting. Blood gushed from the wound, hot and sticky, soaking the front of your dress and pooling at your feet.

Your knees gave out, and you crumpled to the floor, clutching at the wound in a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding. “No… no, please…” you sobbed, the words barely audible over your gasps for air. “My baby… my baby!”

But he didn’t stop. Sharen kicked you savagely, the impact sending you sprawling across the blood-slicked floor. Your head struck the corner of a nightstand with a sickening crack, and stars danced in your vision. The pain in your womb was unbearable, a relentless reminder of the life being ripped away from you.

“My child…” you whimpered, your trembling hands pressed against your abdomen. Blood seeped through your fingers, warm and unyielding, as the reality of what he had done crashed over you like a tidal wave. “No… my baby…”

Your scream tore from the depths of your soul, raw and guttural, a sound of pure, unadulterated anguish. It echoed through the house, but it brought no help, no mercy. It was a scream for a life that would never be. A scream for the only thing that gave your shattered existence meaning.

Sharen sneered down at you, his face twisted into a mask of contempt. “How can someone like you be so damn annoying?” he hissed, his tone laced with disgust.

You didn’t have the strength to reply, didn’t have the air to scream again as the knife came down once more. This time, it pierced your throat.

Pain erupted anew, and you gurgled helplessly, blood spilling from your lips and staining the floor in crimson rivulets. You tried to scream, tried to cry out, but all that escaped was a wet, choking sound. Your hands clawed weakly at the floor, at him, at anything, but there was nothing left to hold onto.

Sharen leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. “Farewell, you stupid bitch,” he hissed, his voice cruel and unfeeling. “Who could ever love someone like you?”

The final stab came with deliberate precision, the blade plunging into your skull. The pain was blinding, like shards of glass driving into your brain. Sharen used his full weight, forcing the knife deeper, the sickening sound of bone cracking filling the room.

Your body convulsed, every nerve screaming in agony, but you were too weak to fight back. The darkness crept in, slow and suffocating, as your vision blurred and your thoughts faded into nothingness.

There was one last snap—a grotesque, final note in the symphony of your suffering—and then, silence.

That was how you died.

Lucifer’s eyes widened in horror, the scene before him an unbearable tableau of carnage and despair. Blood pooled beneath her lifeless body, staining the ground a deep crimson, the metallic scent hanging heavy in the air. His knees buckled, and he dropped to the ground with a thud, his breath hitching as an agonizing whine escaped his throat. He had seen many things in his eternal existence, but this—this was a nightmare that cut deeper than any punishment he had ever endured.

He tried to speak, to form words of defiance or comfort, but all that emerged was a strained whimper. His gaze snapped upward at the figure looming above her broken body—Sharen, or what had been Sharen. The man stood tall, the flicker of a smirk curling his lips. But there was something wrong with him, something off.

Lucifer’s voice was low and trembled with fury. “You… you did this to her. You’re a monster.”

Sharen chuckled, the sound low and mocking, like the scrape of nails on stone. “A monster? Oh, Lucifer, you give me too much credit.” He leaned down slightly, his golden hair catching a faint, eerie glow from an unseen source. “Do you really think I’m Sharen?”

“What are you talking about?” Lucifer’s fists clenched against the floor, his voice tinged with desperation.

The figure straightened, an unsettling grin spreading across his face. His form began to shimmer and warp, the edges of his body blurring as though he were made of smoke. “I am not Sharen. I am her torment.” His voice was layered, a mix of Sharen’s tone and something far darker, more insidious.

Lucifer froze, his jaw tightening as the figure continued.

“I am not real. I am what she created in her mind to protect herself from the truth. To make sense of the pain, the loss, the destruction. I am her fear, her guilt, her self-loathing—and her hope twisted into despair.” The figure stepped closer, his movements fluid, unnaturally smooth. “And guess what, dear king…” His grin widened, a sinister glint in his eyes. “You’re part of me.”

Lucifer’s breath caught, his heart pounding as the figure’s form flickered again, and suddenly, he was staring into his own face. The same crimson eyes, the same cruel smirk—an exact, malevolent mirror of himself.

“You’re one of her tormentors, Lucifer,” the dark reflection sneered. “You are me.”

“No!” Lucifer’s voice thundered, his hands slamming against the floor as he surged to his feet. “I am nothing like you! I didn’t…” His words faltered, his memories flashing unbidden—of her screams, her tears, the fear in her eyes when his rage had burned out of control.

The dark Lucifer laughed, a sound that seemed to echo from every corner of the void. “Oh, but you did, didn’t you? You hurt her, you burned her. You broke her spirit when she tried to reach you.” The shadow leaned in close, its voice a whisper that wrapped around Lucifer like chains. “You and I are the same, King of Hell. Both of us destroy everything we touch.”

Lucifer recoiled, his hands trembling as he fought to push back the flood of guilt and memories. “No. I won’t accept that. I can still save her.”

The shadow smirked, folding its arms across its chest. “Save her?” it taunted, its voice dripping with malice. “Look at her. She’s gone. She’s dying, slipping away even as we speak. There’s no returning her from this. She’s too far gone. You’ve already lost.”

Lucifer’s eyes blazed with fury, a fire igniting deep within his chest. He stepped forward, his jaw set with determination. “Watch me.”

The shadow tilted its head, amusement glinting in its eyes. “Oh, Lucifer,” it purred. “You don’t understand. Saving her means more than pulling her body back to life. You’ll have to face the depths of her pain, her memories, her torment. You’ll have to face me.”

The void around them seemed to pulse, the darkness growing heavier, suffocating. The shadow began to dissolve into tendrils of smoke, its laughter echoing as it disappeared. “I’ll be waiting,” it hissed, the sound slithering into the air like a serpent. “You won’t survive her truths.”

Lucifer stood frozen, the weight of the challenge pressing down on him like a mountain. He turned back to her fragile form, lying broken on the blood-soaked ground. Her face was pale, her breath shallow, her soul flickering like a dying ember.

He knelt beside her, his fingers brushing against her cheek as his resolve hardened. “Y/n,” he whispered, his voice shaking with a mix of fear and determination. “I’ll bring you back. Even if it destroys me, I’ll bring you back.”

The ground beneath him began to crack, the void itself splintering as if in protest. A sudden gust of wind whipped around him, and the world seemed to fracture, pieces of the memory falling away into nothingness.

And then, a voice—soft, broken, but unmistakable.

“Lucifer…”

His head snapped up, his eyes locking onto hers. Her lips barely moved, but the sound was there. Her soul was still there.

Before he could respond, the world crumbled around him, dragging him into the abyss once more.

I need a drink. This chapter was so hard to write. Anyway here is a little peak for the next chapter:

Lucifer’s voice cut through the chaos, urgent and filled with desperation. “It’s time, Y/n! Wake up! You have to wake up!” Your eyes widened as the world shattered around you. The torment let out one final, guttural roar before it was swallowed by the flames. The last thing you saw was Lucifer’s outstretched hand, his scarlet eyes blazing with determination.

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🌕The Full Moon: Virgo, The Worm Moon & Eclipse Energy🌕

Full Moon Blessings, Seekers!

It’s Full Moon time again—the Full Worm Moon rises in the sign of Virgo, and this one comes with an extra dose of enchantment: a lunar eclipse! ✨ This moon is teeming with earth-bound magic, a potent time for release, transformation, and deep healing. So, be sure to peek at some moon charts to catch the eclipse's peak for you locally—you won’t want to miss this cosmic spectacle! 🌕✨

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🪱 The Seasonal Magic of the Worm Moon 🪱

March’s Full Moon is known as the Worm Moon, a nod to the softening earth as the land wakes from its winter slumber. The soil stirs, worms wriggle forth, and the first true whispers of Spring call to us. It’s a moon of fertility, renewal, and transition, urging us to clear out the old—both physically and spiritually—to make room for new life and fresh energy. This is the perfect time to shed what no longer serves you, just as the land shakes off the last clutches of winter.

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♍ Full Moon in Virgo: Sacred Order & Practical Magic ♍

Virgo, ruled by Mercury, is the sign of ritual, refinement, and sacred order. This full moon brings a practical, grounded energy, perfect for sorting, cleansing, and healing. While Pisces (Virgo’s opposite) dreams, Virgo makes things happen—this is a moon for bringing structure to your magic and clearing mental, emotional, and physical clutter. Think of it as witchy spring cleaning for your soul—a time to organize your practice, update your grimoire, or set new, realistic intentions for your craft.

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🌑 The Eclipse: A Portal for Shadow Work & Release 🌑

A lunar eclipse is not chaotic—it is deeply transformative. It compresses an entire moon cycle into one night, making it a powerful time for endings, releases, and working with the void. Think of it as a cosmic reset button, helping us shed outdated patterns, illusions, and limitations. This is deep shadow work territory, where we can unearth hidden truths, reclaim lost power, and close doors that no longer serve our path. This is liminal magic at its finest.

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🔮 Ideas for the Full Worm Moon & Eclipse 🔮

🔥 Banishing & Release Ritual – Write down what you’re letting go of, burn it, and scatter the ashes to the wind or bury them in the earth.

🖤 Shadow Work & Divination – Use this eclipse as a portal to your subconscious. Try scrying, tarot journaling, or meditating on what’s hidden in the shadows.

🌿 Grimoire & Spellbook Organization – Virgo loves order! Rewrite, refine, and reorganize your magical practice.

🕯️ Sacred Bathing Ritual – A purifying bath with rosemary, salt, and lemon to cleanse away stagnant energy and reset your spirit. Time it with the peak of the eclipse for more potency.

🛁 Void Ritual Bath - When the eclipse reaches its peak, the liminal veil of the Void stretches wide, calling us to shed, dissolve, and transform. This ritual bath isn’t just about washing away the old—it’s a symbolic death and rebirth, an initiation into a new chapter of power, purpose, and authenticity.

Link to post on Void Ritual

🔮 Energy Cord Cutting – Release toxic ties with a simple cord-cutting ritual using black thread and candle magic.

As the Worm Moon rises and the eclipse sweeps across the sky, honor the endings, embrace the void, and trust in the rebirth that follows. 🌙✨

[loveemagicpeace]

🌙🍓Venus & Love🐚🫧

🍓Venus shows what you value, how you look at relationships, how you love, how important love is to you, how you enjoy things and life.

🍋Venus in Capricorn-enjoy work, for them mostly everything is work and practicality. They do not know enjoyment because they have in them the ability to do things. They like someone who is hardworking and practical. They tend to be attracted to older partners. They don't like to waste time in love, so they choose their partner carefully.

🩵Venus in Scorpio-enjoy connecting with someone on a deeper level and sharing their secrets with them. They appreciate it when someone tells them secrets. They are attracted to partners who look sexy & have a mysterious nature. You look at relationships from a deeper perspective and loyalty is important to you. Maybe you prefer people who are more private and don't expose themselves as much.

🥐Venus in Cancer-you enjoy being with your family and people who give you warmth and security. Family time is the best for you. You like someone who makes you feel comfortable. You can also devote a lot of time to children. They are sentimental and will hold on to a lost love for years and years. You are at your best when you feel safe. Your vulnerable heart makes you cautious in love.

🥑Venus in Virgo-like to be productive and like a routine. They appreciate someone who does a lot or has their own lifestyle. They care about health. They like someone who takes care of themselves and has good hygiene. They can be very picky in love. But once someone is chosen, that's it. They often notice or are attracted to skin on a person (beautiful skin or beautiful body).

🥨Venus in Taurus-you appreciate the simple things in a person& like someone who is natural. I often notice with taurus that they like breasts or the part at the chest. They appreciate someone who will look more self-confident or have a more casual style. You spend a lot on jewelry and style. Often your clothes are one colored or contain earthy tones. You enjoy food and good music.

🍒Venus in Libra-you value relationships with others and like to get along with everyone. You are a person who puts a lot of emphasis on how a person looks and can be quite demanding when choosing a partner. You appreciate someone who puts a lot of effort into their appearance and clothes. At the same time, you are a person who can dream a lot about love and idealize people.

🧃Venus in Gemini-you like to enjoy having several hobbies and doing several things at the same time. They are attracted to those people who are interesting, fun and with whom you can multitask. U enojoy reading books. Someone you are never bored with. In love, the most important thing for you is communication and that the person listens to you.

🏄🏽Venus in Aquarius-you like to enjoy yourself with friends and when you do unusual things. These people like to do things they have never done before or enjoy good company. Goals are important to them. They like someone who has a goal, a vision and a dream. That he has a set path. And they appreciate when people are strange, somehow they have their own unique style.

🧁Venus in Leo-enjoy more things like (playing games, sports, hobbies...). They are attracted to people who are self-confident, proud, charming, fun. Maybe even someone who surprises them with his energy. They like someone they can't spot right away. They like someone who is more fiery and also someone who is loyal. Because they are childish themselves and have a childlike energy in them, they love someone who has a child in them and maybe someone with whom they can watch cartoons.

🌅Venus in Sagittarius-enjoy travelling, the places they explore. They like to have a passion and to share it with someone. They enjoy the moment and love people who will make them feel that they are alive inside, maybe even someone who will show them a new perspective of life. They are people who are attracted to people who are ready to have fun and with whom they can do crazy things. They like to have a dramatic relationship (because there is always something going on). You enjoy getting to know a new culture and city. You enjoy trying things.

🎸Venus in Aries-people born with this configuration tend to give their all to their relationships, friendships, and passions. They are driven by emotion and often throw themselves into the unknown. They like someone who is bold and passionate. Someone who dares things and is not afraid of anything. You enjoy sports and things that involve movement.

🩷Venus in Pisces- enjoy the energy they share with a person or things that are more detached from others. You can be a dreamy person that has an idea in your mind of the soulmate of your dreams. It's also hard for you to set personal boundaries, at times, and you'll likely long to merge with your beloved. You may be attracted to someone who will not really be good for you. they like people who are more spiritual. They like people who are more messy dressed( big t-shirt, more artistic style).

-Rebekah🐚🌅⭐️

[cryslittlelibrey]

sun and moon say "bedtime" ☀ 🌙

bedtime again, and like all little ones i know you'd rather say up. just 5 more minutes, but five minutes i know it wont stay.

so hows about i tell you a story, a story, and then you tuck into bed to sleep.

ok, this one is one of my favorites, so get nice and cozy and make sure teddy can hear too, ok?

there once was a sun, one that filled the sky with streaming light like butter bathing trees and leaves and towns between, and with suns day came too moons light, one that chased her across the darkening sky.

most nights he followed he'd find her tucked in to his star patterned sky taking with her the light he had come to adore, and each night he did chase still he could never quite catch up; the miles between them seeming worlds away.

days passed, nights fell, each spinning around and around but not once could he reach her despite all his attempts. so one night, when he'd reached the end of his quivering rope, he urged the stars in a dance to spell out words amongst the endless above. it took some convincing, to break from their patterns, their rhythms, their constellations, but once learning the story, the yearning and the love wound so tightly between their pages, the stars did agree, falling in line to spell one simple word, a friendly "hello!"

the next night as he caught up to her, watching that shimmer slip below hills far away, her eyelids heavy and her hazy vision fading; hed find there above, this time drawn out in cloud, a greeting of delight. "hi!" it read, so simple but yet, his heart did flutter as those letters were read.

and so night after night, day passing and time turning, a new night would dot the skies, notes and questions till the pair had become close, the best of friends.

it did not matter how far she were, the love that sparked this story kept the world continuing to turn.

so as you lie their, falling so deep asleep, just know while time turns, this story dose continue. perhaps one day you'll see the words in the sky, perhaps one day you'll see moon chase sun over the sky. but for now little one, sleep, just sleep, for above you in the stars this tale dose keep.

goodnight little ones, sleep well, sweet dreams.. ⭐

-story guy cry

A/N- hey there! hope you liked the story, if you have any requests for future ones feel free to send then into my asks, i'm always happy to write up lil things for people ^^