#she's your guiding star your spark in the dark and with her by your side you feel like you can take on any trial

[cassiaorsellio]

honestly i think now i've replayed it, i can confidently say i think cassia is one of my top 5 favourite vg romances.

[luvzshy]

Hi I absolutely love your writing! You write intimacy so beautifully. Would you write the reader and Billie scissoring (but only if you feel comfortable doing so.) maybe it’s their anniversary and they have gone away to celebrate x

Anniversary Heat

Summary: It’s Billie and the reader’s anniversary, and they’ve escaped to a secluded getaway to celebrate their time together. Tension builds as they both realize how deeply they’ve missed each other’s touch, leading to a night that neither of them will forget.

Word Count: 800

Warnings: Explicit sexual content (scissoring), intimacy, language, fluff, established relationship, mention of alcohol.

The soft glow of the candles danced over the walls of the cozy cabin, their shadows swaying to the rhythm of the slow crackling of the fireplace. Outside, the evening had dipped into a cool, quiet night, stars dotting the sky like a secret only they shared. Billie stood by the window, gazing out into the dark, her lips curling up as she caught the reflection of you approaching from behind. Her voice was warm, playful. “You know, if you keep looking at me like that, I’ll start thinking you’re planning something.”

You rolled your eyes with a small laugh, wrapping your arms around her from behind, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her neck. “You’d be right. But you knew that already.” You turned her gently, bringing your lips together in a slow, tender kiss. There was something more to it tonight, a hunger and longing just beneath the surface, like both of you had been waiting all year for this moment.

Billie’s hands found your waist, pulling you closer, her fingers tracing small circles against your back as she deepened the kiss. It wasn’t long before the two of you found your way to the bed, the room illuminated only by candlelight and the occasional crackle of the fire. You gently pushed her onto the soft mattress, eyes locked on hers as you climbed over her, your movements deliberate.

“God, you’re beautiful,” she whispered, her voice catching slightly. Billie’s eyes were dark with desire, but there was a softness in them, a vulnerability that you cherished. She cupped your cheek, guiding your lips back to hers, and the kiss grew more urgent, the heat between your bodies building with every touch.

You pulled away just enough to watch her reaction, your hands running slowly down her sides, feeling the way her breath hitched beneath your touch. “You sure about this, baby?” you asked softly, not breaking eye contact.

Billie let out a breathy laugh, tugging you closer until your foreheads were pressed together. “I’m so sure, you don’t even know.” Her words were barely more than a whisper, but they sent a shiver down your spine, and you captured her lips once more, giving in to the heat pooling in your core.

Your clothes came off with unhurried urgency, a trail of fabric left discarded on the floor as you both shifted on the bed, finding that perfect angle that made Billie’s breath catch. Her hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding your movements as you both found a rhythm, slow at first, then building into something that left you both gasping for air.

The tension between your bodies, the way your legs tangled together, and the way Billie’s nails dug into your skin sent sparks dancing through you. Her moans filled the room, the sound like music to your ears as you both moved together, each thrust of your hips sending you closer to that edge you were desperate to fall over.

Billie’s head fell back against the pillow, her lips parted as she let out a shaky breath. “Fuck, baby, don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice rough with need. You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips, leaning down to press kisses along her jaw, her neck, any part of her you could reach, as you kept that steady pace.

The world outside the cabin disappeared, leaving just the two of you, the heat, the friction, the feeling of being completely and utterly consumed by each other. You reached down between your bodies, adding just a bit more pressure, and the way Billie’s body responded—arching into you, her breath catching in a broken moan—was enough to make your head spin.

“God, you feel so good,” you murmured against her skin, your voice barely more than a rasp. You could feel her shaking beneath you, her grip on your hips tightening as she came undone, her release washing over her like a wave. You followed soon after, the world tilting on its axis as pleasure crashed through you, leaving you both breathless and clinging to each other.

You collapsed beside her, the two of you tangled together in the aftermath, your breathing slowly returning to normal. Billie turned her head to look at you, a lazy, satisfied smile tugging at her lips. “Happy anniversary, baby,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

You laughed softly, nuzzling closer. “Happy anniversary, love.” And as you lay there in the quiet of the cabin, holding each other close, you couldn’t help but think that there was nowhere else in the world you’d rather be.

[st4rfckerz]

you and sarah reminisce on some old memories

Sarah’s room felt like a time capsule, its soft baby blue walls still dotted with the glow-in-the-dark stars she stuck up years ago. The same faintly floral scent of her favorite candles lingered in the air, and her bed— its mismatched blankets piled high, it felt just as warm and familiar as ever. You laid together side by side, staring up at the ceiling as if the answers to life’s biggest questions might appear there.

Sarah rolled onto her side, propping her head up with her hand as she looked at you with that familiar spark in her eyes. “Do you remember how we used to have sleepovers almost every weekend?” she said, her voice soft and tinged with nostalgia. “It didn’t even matter what was going on, we’d beg our parents to let us stay over, and we’d just spend the whole night talking about the most random stuff.” She let out a small laugh, her gaze drifting toward the ceiling. “Half the time, we didn’t even sleep. We’d just stay up giggling until one of us got in trouble for being too loud.”

You smiled, the memories flooding back like they’d happened yesterday. “And how we always ended up sharing the same bed?” you continued, a grin spreading across your face.

Sarah nods. “Mhm, we definitely got cozy back then.” A mischievous glint appears in her eye as she recalls one specific memory, one you hoped she’d never bring up again. Your heart immediately started racing, and you felt your cheeks flush a deep red. “Oh my God, Sarah.” you started, already flustered.

“What?” she asked innocently, though her smirk said otherwise. “I’m just saying, someone got all shy after-”

“You kissed me first!” you blurted out, your voice louder than you intended. Sarah rolls her eyes playfully at your wide-eyed expression. “Oh come on, don't look so shocked! Girls kiss each other all the time.” She sits up, crossing her legs and leaning towards your body conspiratorially. You groaned in mortification and pulled a pillow over your face, hoping to disappear into the fabric and never come out.

Gently, her hands tugged at the pillow, moving it from your face entirely. She smiled, leaning closer until her lips brushed yours in a soft, deliberate kiss. “See? It’s not so bad.” she whispered before kissing you again.

Sarah smiles against your lips as the kiss deepens. Her hands slide up your sides, fingers grazing the soft skin beneath your tank top. She presses closer, pinning you to the mattress as your tongues tangle together. Her hips grind slowly against yours, the friction sending tingles through her body. Sarah breaks the kiss, panting softly as she gazes down at your flushed face. “We can keep going if you want.” You nod eagerly.

She gently takes your hand and guides it beneath the waistband of her shorts, letting you feel how wet she’s gotten. “You feel that?” Sarah purrs, subtly grinding her hips against your hand.

“Wait,” Sarah stands up abruptly, her eyes sparkling like a lightbulb had just gone off in her head. Before you could ask what she was doing, she slipped off her shorts and panties, tossing them aside with zero hesitation. “Take these off,” your heart raced, unsure of what exactly she had in mind. Sarah’s eyes hungrily roam over your body as you remove your own shorts. “You’re gonna love this, just follow me.”

Sarah grins wickedly as she spreads your legs wider, exposing your glistening pussy. “Look at you, so needy already," she coos, circling your clit with a feather-light touch, relishing the way you squirm and gasp beneath her ministrations.

Sarah positions herself over your lower half, your slick folds pressing together. She begins to move her hips, sliding her aching pussy against yours in a slow, sensual grind. “Oh fuck…” she moans, relishing the delicious friction.

“That's it, just like that,” she exhales shakily. “Wanna make you cum so bad," Sarah growls as she starts grinding harder, faster. “Been such a good friend all these years, you deserve it.” Her hands roam your body, tweaking your nipples and kneading your tits as you rock together. Sarah leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth and desperate need.

Your hips buck wildly, chasing your impending release. “So close- don't stop," you pant, voice ragged with pleasure. Her fingers dig into your hips, holding you tight as she keeps the frenzied rhythm of her pelvis.

“Cum with me, I wanna feel it.” she commands. Sarah throws her head back with a guttural moan, hips jerking erratically as her orgasm crashes over her. As you both come down from your highs, she collapses onto you, your sweaty bodies tangled together.

“See? I knew you’d like it.” Sarah murmurs, pressing soft kisses along your jawline. After a moment, Sarah lifts her head to gaze at you with another mischievous glint in her eye.

“So...you think this means we're gonna start having sleepovers again?”

[imagineinside]

Star-Like Encounters (Hugh Jackman x Fem!Reader) Chapter 1

A/N: In between posting chapters for the Wolverine fic I'm working on, I also wanted to pick up something about Hugh Jackman. I want to first preface with the fact that this is not meant to be taken as reality and we need to be respectful of people mentioned, this is purely a work of fiction. With that being said, I hope you enjoy!

Description: You begin your first semester at a prestigious university with a mix of excitement and chaos. After a frantic start involving a late arrival due to your roommate’s Hollywood-related detour, your day takes an unexpected turn when you meet Hugh Jackman, your roommate’s boss, at a movie studio.

Hugh, intrigued by your expertise in physics, invites you to consult on a film project aiming for scientific accuracy. Balancing your new academic responsibilities with a potential Hollywood cameo, you must navigate your dual interests. As you face your own feelings, you discover that the lines between your professional and personal worlds are more intertwined than you imagined.

Currently Applicable Tags: (Future) 18+, Fluff, cocky Hugh Jackman, flirty Hugh Jackman, age gap (55 and 27) more to come.

Running through the hallways of the prestigious university you had dedicated your whole life to working at, you cursed at yourself for running so late. It wasn’t entirely your fault, however. Needing to share a car with your best friend and roommate always had its disadvantages.

And this morning, her boss had decided he needed her assistance out of absolutely nowhere, meaning you had to drop her off at a studio downtown before driving to the university.

Unfortunately, you had no idea who her boss actually was, otherwise you’d go on a rampaging smear campaign as payback for them jeopardizing your career like this. You had asked your best friend various times, with you both sober and drunk at various times, who her boss was. All you had gotten out of her was that “he is a Hollywood hot-shot, and he’s been in some of your favorite movies.” She always said that last part with a mischievous grin on her face.

You bolted into the lecture hall and all 100-some eyes turned to you, including the headmasters in the back. You took only a moment to catch your breath before fixing your appearance, smoothing out your skirt and wiping the sweat from your brow.

“Good morning, everyone,” you called in greeting as you approached your desk, throwing your briefcase on top of it and shrugging off your jacket.

You received a cacophony of “good mornings” back.

“It’s a pleasure to be here at the start of your semester, and I’m excited to guide you through the wonders of astrophysics this semester.” You heard a few groans rupture from the students, but you simply smiled to yourself. You had been that student once upon a time. “We’ll explore the life cycles of stars, the structure of galaxies, and the mysteries of dark matter. Astrophysics can seem daunting, but it’s really about understanding our place in the universe. Embrace your curiosity, ask questions, and don’t worry if things seem complex at first—every great discovery starts with a simple question. I’m here to support you, and together we’ll uncover the fascinating stories written in the stars.” You felt your heart lift up in your chest, you truly had such a fascination with this field of study.

You dared for a moment to lift your eyes and read the approval written in the headmaster's face, a spark lighting in your chest. “Now, let’s start with the Big Bang, shall we?” You smiled once again as you heard hundreds of notebooks being flipped open to the first page.

Nothing like the start of a new semester.

* * *

You drove your beat-up Volvo to the location your roommate had sent you when she texted you earlier that day. As you rolled up to it, your brakes squealing as you came to a stop, you realized it was an entire campus of movie production. There were hundreds of people mulling about on the other side of the protected gate. Some were riding around in golf carts, others sprinting from set-to-set, a whole flurry of movement.

You always had a fascination with Hollywood and the film industry. When you originally started at university yourself, you majored in theater and dance. But… after your first year, for reasons you’d rather forget, you changed to astrophysics.

“There you are!” Your best friend, Ashley, squealed and pulled you into a big hug after you stepped out of the car. “I had the best day today!”

You laughed at the excitement written all over your friend's face, “I’m glad, just don’t make it a habit of making me late to my class.”

Ashley’s smile dropped as she put her hands together in a silent prayer, “I am so sorry about that. I talked to my boss about it and he promised he would be more considerate next time.”

You sighed and crossed your arms, fauxing an upset scoff, “Fine, I suppose I can let it slide this time–”

“That’s good, I don’t need you murdering my best assistant.” A deep voice called out past the front of your car. You knew who that voice belonged to in an instant with that deep, sultry Australian accent. You had all the X-Men movies he was in on DVD and saved to your computer, as well as “The Greatest Showman” and even the series “Faraway Downs”. (You used to have a cutout of him in your room when you were younger but you don’t need to bring that up…)

Your eyes were glued to your best friend who gave you a sheepish grin, as if even she hadn’t been expecting this. You were afraid that if you looked over at him, he would just evaporate into thin air.

“I’m sorry, I should have introduced myself, I’m your friend's boss. You can call me Hugh.” Suddenly he was crossing into your line of sight, a hand held out in front you as a way of greeting.

You snapped yourself out of your trance that only his voice had put you in and went into professional mode, something that was a common necessity in your line of work, “Hugh, nice to meet you. I’m Ashley’s roommate… and oftentimes chauffeur.”

That pulled a laugh from deep inside his chest as he shook your hand. His grip was strong but still gentle so as not to crush your dainty fingers. It was incredibly hard not to notice the way his hand dwarfed yours in size, his palm calloused and rough in comparison to yours.

“I am terribly sorry about today, we got called to set at the last minute to start production for a new movie. It will not happen again.” He assured you.

You gave him a reassuring smile, “No worries, only made me late to my first lecture of my professional career, but not a big deal.” You laced your words with heavy sarcasm as you flashed a look to Ashley, who looked like she was about to combust with embarrassment. Did she really think you were going to embarrass her in front of her boss that much?

“Lecture? Are you a Professor?” Hugh asked as he leaned against the rusted hood of your Volvo.

It took you a moment to respond as you soaked in his large arms crossed over his massive chest. You wish you could be buried in there. Christ, you were acting like a schoolgirl with a crush. You cleared your throat before responding and smoothed out your skirt. You weren’t entirely sure, but you thought Hugh’s eyes followed your brief movement. “Yes, at Stanford in the Physics department. It’s where Ashley and I both studied.”

“Stanford, wow,” he said with a raise of his eyebrows, he seemed genuinely impressed. “You must be quite renowned in the Physics world to have gotten a job there. And… excuse me if this comes off as inappropriate, but you are so young too.”

“Just passionate, Mr. Jackman.” You say with a polite smile.

“I thought I told you to call me Hugh,” he replied with a teasing smirk that lifted one side of his mouth higher than the other. It felt like you were going to combust right there with how fast your heart was racing.

“Anywaaaay,” Ashley jumped in. You had almost completely forgotten she was standing there. “She and I best get going, we still need to make dinner tonight.” She rounded the small car to the passenger side door and threw her bag in the backseat.

“I guess it’s–”

Mr. Jackman cut you off with a quick step forward, “Actually, if you don’t mind me saying, you may be able to help us.”

“Us?” You asked and flicked your gaze towards your friend who looked like her world was ending right there in front of her.

“You see, some aspects of the movie we are working on happens in space. I will refrain from saying anything else since, well–if you’re a fan I don’t want to spoil anything,” he said with a hearty laugh, “But the producers and directors have been fighting about the physics of the movie. They are trying to make it as accurate as possible, I suppose. And well, I am very out of my depth when it comes to anything like this.”

You nodded at him, one hand on the door handle of the Volvo.

“If it’s not too much trouble, would you be willing to join our next meeting to teach them a thing or two about physics?” He asked and took one more step forward, a sparkle in those soft, hazel eyes.

“Well, Mr. Jackman–”

“Hugh.”

“Uh, Hugh,” You went on, “I am very flattered but I just don’t know if I will be the best suited for the job. I am sure you can find others that will be better at this sort of thing.” You said with a nervous laugh. There was no way you would survive getting looped into this movie with Hugh Jackman as a leading character.

Plus, Ashley liked having boundaries between her work and personal life, which you understood. You didn’t want to overstep without talking to her about it first. You don't know what you would do if you lost her friendship because of something like this.

Hugh smacked his lips together and patted the hood of your tiny car. “As a person who enjoys her work because you are passionate, I feel you would be the best suited for this task.” He held up his pointer finger as he reached into his back pocket to pull out an old, leather wallet. “I will give you my business card,” he said, holding up a small piece of white paper, “if you give me yours… Professor.”

You hesitated for a moment, not sure what this would all lead to, before nodding your head and reaching into a side pocket of your briefcase, producing a small manilla rectangle with your information printed on it. “Here you are, Mr. Jackman.”

He didn’t correct you this time as he reached over to retrieve your business card, before placing his own in your open hand. You didn’t want to dwell on the fact that this piece of paper smelled like him, all manly cologne and pinewood…

“I think we will be seeing each other in the future, Professor,” he said with a wink and a wave as he turned around and walked back towards the campus.

And you’d be damned if you didn’t watch his tight butt in those bootcut jeans disappear past the gate. But you didn’t notice him turn back around to get one last look at you as you climbed into your car.

* * *

You and Ashley made dinner without touching the subject of her boss who apparently now wanted to recruit you to help with the project. On one hand, you really wanted to say yes to his proposal. After all, this may be the closest you could ever achieve to the film industry after your change in major. But on the other hand, you knew Ashley took a lot of pride in her work, even as an assistant. She planned to climb the ladder of the entertainment business one rung at a time. After all, she held out throughout the entirety of her theater degree at university, when you just bailed when it got too difficult.

“I can feel you thinking about it,” Ashley said while you sat on the couch together, each with your respective bowls of ice cream and rewatching Gilmore Girls for the third–maybe fourth time?

You groaned and grabbed the remote, pausing your show. “I know… I’m really sorry.”

“Hey,” Ashley said and reached across to place her hand on yours reassuringly. “I know you care about film just as much as I do. Hell, they do need a lot of help with the physics of the movie, and I am definitely no help in that department.” You let out a small chuckle in silent agreement with your friend. As much as you loved her, math was not her strong suit.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright if I say yes? I mean, it’s not like it will be my actual job or anything. I probably won’t even interact with you and Mr. Jackman that much.”

Ashley shook her head, “No, it’ll be completely fine if you take the offer. And you’re right, usually Hugh and I are busy doing other stuff rather than being involved in the technical discussions, or at least I am.”

“So our friendship will still exist?”

It was Ashley’s turn to laugh, “Yes, dummy, our friendship will still exist.”

“Ugh, you’re the best!” You yelped and lunged across the couch for a hug, ice cream be damned.

Later that night, when you were getting ready for bed, your phone lit up with a notification from… an unknown number?

You had to let out a deep breath after his last text let a flurry of butterflies free in your stomach. You tried not to let it get to you so much, he was probably just being nice. Plus, you’ve watched enough of his interviews to know how flirty he can be without really meaning it.

Laying in bed, you opened your phone to Instagram. You snickered at the first photo that popped up on your feed. It was Hugh Jackman dressed in his yellow Wolverine uniform taken from an angle that definitely aged him, but you still found it adorable nonetheless. Without thinking, you pressed the heart button on the bottom left of the picture. After all, you’ve been liking his pictures for years by that point.

After that, you set your phone to “do not disturb”, waiting for the sun to wake you the next day. And when you finally woke to check it, a notification popped up on your phone that had your heart flying around your chest.

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Tears to Shed

This is based on Tears to Shed from the Corpse Bride. Where Alastor accidentally marries the reader. The only problem is Alastor doesn't want to marry anyone. TW: Angst, Hurt, Sorrow, Illusions to Suicide but you can't die in hell unless it's angelic steel; Alastor is well Alastor, Mimzy is Alastors partner in this. <I am open to writing a part 2 if yall like this> @willowaudreykeyes helped me edit!

The day Alastor slipped the ring onto your finger seemed to shake the whole world with the weight of fated lovers. He was a striking figure, with caramel skin glinting beneath the sun, eyes alight, and a vigorous appetite for power and immortality. But beneath the surface, a shadow lingered: his heart was not free but tied to Mimzy, that star of the city, resplendent with the possibilities of influence and status among humans.

But in that very moment, as your eyes caught the gleam of the ring, you could almost think he chose you. You were, after all, wearing his ring, and he had said those vows with such passion as if some unseen force bound your destinies. 

But then time unraveled, and the truth trickled in like a cold, silent mist: Alastor wanted neither you nor Mimzy. He wanted to be free and live a life unencumbered by chains called commitment. He wanted power and to be feared above all others in his realm.

You had been heartbroken, perched up on the roof of a falling building in Hell, looking out at the fire spreading to the horizon. Never a fan of red and black, you'd always enjoyed blue and silver. The licks of flames danced like lost souls, taunting your self-worth.

You did, indeed, feel the gravity of your life in that moment-the corpse bride, once a loving beauty, now a demon cloaked by yearning and solitude: Alastor had brought one spark of hope into your heart only to cast it down into the dark. The pain of betrayal and the weight of your new existence as a demon were crushing you, threatening to consume the last remnants of your humanity.

You remembered that cold, starless night when he slid the ring onto your finger. For the beat of a moment, you were complete, while today, you are the broken pieces of what you once were: a beautiful woman full of life and a longing to be loved. But now, the truth stared you in the face: he was trapped, and you were the specter haunting his every step, it would appear.

You'd found Alastor begging for Mimzy's help only hours before. The scene had played like an echo in your mind, a foreign sound that twisted your insides. You'd seen it in his eyes, heard it in the shake of his voice. Beneath the bluster of a power-hungry fool, he was just a man desperate to be free of the tethers of a promise he had never wanted to make. And you, you were the one who had been used as a pawn in their twisted game of power and love.

As the reality fell in your heart like ashes, your friends emerged from the shadows: Nero, the imp, and Arianna, the succubus. Their loyalty to you puts a soothing wave over your spirit of fire and ice. They pressed themselves against your sides, the heat from their bodies contrasting with the chill of your skin and the despair that began to wrap around you as time passed.

They stared at the scene before you, knowing this was their doing. Had they not encouraged you to keep Alastor in your life, to guide and mentor you in a fantasy of mortals and demons in love, you wouldn't be like this on the brink of unleashing your powers on all of Hell once again, just as you had on the day you had died.

"What does that wispy little brat have that you don't have double?" Nero's voice was soft yet managed to cut through the fog in your brain. The gentle touch of his hand to yours was akin to a lifeline for a moment.

Arianna leaned in, her eyes aglow with wild affection. "She can't hold a candle to the beauty of your smile!" she said, in words that were an attempt at stitching the pieces of your heart together.

"Yeah, how about a pulse?" You snorted, the venom of bitterness thick in your voice as you stared at the fiery scene below your chosen hideout. You just felt like an antique compared with the sweet Mimzy.

"Overrated by a mile!" Nero chipped in, his voice light yet grave, as he sat by your side with a mutual understanding of the pain you are experiencing.

"Overfed!" Arianna cut in with a snort, her tail flicking in outrage.

"Overblown!" Nero exclaimed, with echoes of laughter resounding around the darkening space. Then he turned to Arianna, who nodded with full vigor. For a moment, their eyes shone with playfulness as they looked at you, hope alighting in their pupils.

"If he only knew the you that we know," they chorused in unison, gripping your hands tight. Their faces held pride with a touch of pain, but they held steady on one thing: their unity in support of you.

Arianna played with the ring on your left hand, smirking with mischief and love. "And the little silly creature isn't wearing his ring!"

Nero playfully elbowed you. "And she doesn't play piano!"

"Or dance or sing! No, she doesn't compare!" they chortled, their voices rising like some haunting melody.

But the shadows of doubt clung to you like a second skin. "But she still breathes air," you muttered; the weight of your reality fell again.

"Who cares?" they chorused, still enthusiastic, though you knew they were growing tired of your self-doubt.

"Unimportant!" Nero insisted, scrambling onto your shoulder, his small frame reassuring.

“Overblown!" Arianna echoed with whimsical reassurance, wrapping her tail gently around your arm.

"If only he could see how special you can be. If only he knew you that we know," they said in one accord, a mantra to which you were no longer sure you believed.

You stood, peeling yourself gently from the tangle of friends. Your undead eyes threatened to spill over with tears as you swayed on the precipice of despair, humming a mournful tune. Closer to the edge of the building you sat atop, the seductive allure of the fall whispered promises of nothing, for you could not die here.

"If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain. If you cut me with a knife, it's still the same." You flourish the blade hidden in your garter, the cold steel calling to your mind your immortality. The use of it on Alastor flashed across your mind a spark of the most dangerous kind. You chase the thought away, turning back to your lament. The struggle between your desire for revenge and your lingering love for Alastor was tearing you apart, threatening to push you over the edge of sanity.

"And I know her heart is beating, and I know that I am dead. Yet the pain here that I feel, please try and tell me it's not real." You turned your gaze to your friends, their faces dimly lit by the firey light of hell, then fell back from the rooftop, landing softly within a coffin overflowing with blue and silver roses, the delicate petals wrapping you in a sorrow growing only larger by the minute.

"And yet, it would seem I still have a tear to shed." Your eyes, no longer shining bright, now blazed with the bitter salt of lost love, lost on the one with whom you had believed you shared. Yet time was a thief and saved little space for sorrow. Nero and Arianna were already down to your level, their eyes afire with determination in jarring contrast with the despair flooding your heart.

Nero was first to huddle beside you, his face lined with concern and encouragement. "The only redeeming feature of that little creature is that she's alive!"

Arianna joined him, her cheeks flushed from the hurried descent. "Yeah, it's overrated!" she chimed in, light in tone but weighted with the depth of unsaid meaning.

Nero nodded vigorously, nudging you gently as he gestured to the world beyond. "Yeah, even overblown!"

Arianna smirked, crossing her arms in a very defiant pose, even going so far as to tilt her chin upward in some kind of dare for you to say otherwise. "Everybody knows that’s just a temporary state, which is cured very quickly when we meet our fate!"

Nero's grin widened as he helped you sit up, your surroundings—a darkened alleyway—looming on like some sort of forgotten lover's heart. "Who cares?

Arianna wrapped her arm around your waist, the touch grounding and warm. "Unimportant!" she insisted, dismissing the weight of your sorrow with a wave of her hand.

Nero tugged your good hand with newly formed determination, pulling you toward the busy streets, back into the folds of society. "Overrated!"

Arianna toyed with your hair before flashing a mischievous wink over the mask of worried tension she knew was building the more they danced around your feelings. "Overblown!"

The pair sparkled brightly as they laughed-a stark difference amidst the cowering crowds shrinking away from you, the infamous Corpse Bride, the dainty specter who wielded more souls than damn near Lucifer himself.

"If only he could see how special you could be, if only he knew you, that we know!" Their words of encouragement merely cut through your heart like daggers.

You merely shook your head, a deepening frown as the shadows danced in your eyes, before pulling away and meandering to drift across the streets. A melancholy tune tumbled from your lips as those who'd dare to follow quickly began to wither into roses of silver and blue, scattered remnants of what once was. As you approached the next street, your lament started again, an echoing whisper.

"If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain; in the ice or in the sun, it's all the same." You breezed by a café with candles on its tables casting their golden light into the night air, and without even batting an eyelash, you blew them out, embracing the darkness like an old friend.

Your eyes closed, knowing, sans sight, that you were the most significant threat this Hellscape had ever known. Your heart clutched, and your sorrow blossomed into a dark storm that sent those who knew your power scurrying back into the shadows, fear etched upon their faces.

"Yet I feel my heart is aching; though it doesn't beat, it's breaking, and the pain here that I feel, please, try and tell me it's not real." As your eyes fluttered open, the street transformed before you: what once was vibrant red and black now lay cloaked in shades of blue and silver- your wailing, weaving a tapestry of despair, draped over the once bustling scenery.

"I know that I'm dead, yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed." Your voice was barely heard, and there was a broken murmur as you made your way to your house. The chill of the stone outside was like the weight of your grief. Climbing the stairs with sluggish motions, you sat at your piano bench and stared onto the keys, the swell of your sorrow deep.

Nero and Arianna watched you, their faces heavy with what was not said, too much pain entering them as it had the rest of hell when you started your lament. They knew all too well that you only called upon your full banshee powers when the weight of despair bore too much, even that they could not fix it.

You laid your fingers against the keys, and the weight of silence fell. You pressed a key, and the note sang out to resound as one deep ache in your soul, for Alastor would go back to the world of the living, leave you for another, and leave you a shadow.

The sob, so fragile yet mighty, ripped itself free from your lips and unleashed a storm into the very pits of hell. Your wail pierced the night, a chorus of anguish, seeing as you were Y/N, the Corpse Bride, or better yet, a banshee of ill fate, rivaling the voice of Lilith herself.

The roses that danced around your abode shook with solemn trembles at the harmonization of keys to a requiem of lost love. And you, still lost between the planes of life and death, celebrated being the Harbinger of Sorrow.

[foolish-clown]

Dancing in the Dark

A/N: Got an early finish from work and my brain said do the thing.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

The shadow to her light, standing back as she lights up for all to see. You weren't a secret, not quite, and yet you thrived under the hidden smiles and knowing touches.

Idol!Karina x Back-upDancer!Reader

Your lungs burn with a familiar fire; adrenaline guiding your stamina through the motions.

Lasers danced up your body with sporadic bursts of energy, the stage beneath your feet vibrating with a unified excitement that was shared by the crowd.

Sweat was slightly coating your skin, strands of hair beginning to stick around the expanse of your forehead.

You were exhausted, and yet you've never felt so alive.

The roar from the fans that had come tonight had only gotten more hyped with each hour that passed, hoarse throats doing little to squander the primal need to encourage and adore.

There have been a few times where you've had to squish down an exhilarated smile, to undo the curve of your lips and place professionalism back in control.

You couldn't help it, especially during parts of certain choreography a certain someone would face you and make such unhinged expressions to test your control.

Damn Yu Jimin and her Master's Degree for making you laugh.

The one time you did slip, you couldn't even find it in yourself to be mad, not with the pure delight that sparkled in her eyes for the brief second she had before needing to turn around again.

Sometimes -- perhaps in your delusional mind -- it was like the two of you were dancing together. That each light surrounding the space was but a star in the void of space.

It was a thought that didn't play often, kind of hard to with Spicy being belted out by the four idols in front of you, but it was one that occurred enough to make it stick out within your mind.

It was easy for you to love your job to begin with, but those little moments, when she makes it feel like it's just the pair of you -- it just makes you truly appreciate what you had.

Karina made it so easy to love her, and despite the moments of shared banter, you always made sure to let her know just how much she's truly appreciated.

And even now, with the last song coming to an end, you watch as she continues to give it her all for every single person who had come out to see them that night.

- - - - - - - - - - ☆ - - - - - - - - - -

Sometimes, depending on how the night went, the sizzle and spark stays strong even as you're all changing back into normal attire.

Well, for most people, Winter looks more than ready to crash on a soft bed for the next 5 years.

There's a part of you that feels for her, after all your own mucles feel like they're only moments away from liquefying.

But then the idea of drinks and food are brought up to celebrate a night well done, and the chorus of cheers from all members of staff easily drown out a singular tired whine.

You catch Karina's eyes on you from the other end of the room, her smile one of silent adoration that never fails to awaken the slumbering butterflies lying dormant in your chest.

You will never deny the urge to be closer, and so before you know it the distance has decreased within nothing but a flurry of rapid movements.

"You did well today," you say upon approach, loving the way she reaches out to intertwine a pinky with your own.

"So did you."

A grin tugs at your lips, and you tilt your head in a way that lets her know she's about to be enticed into a battle of bants. "How do you know? I'm behind you for maybe... 90% of the time."

She attempts to mimic the expression on your face, but one side of her mouth extends way too far, "because it's you, so I know you did well."

Bullseye. There was no winning when she's so genuine.

You try to brush away the heat rising against your cheeks, but at this proximity there's no denying it.

"Flatterer."

A hum, now all of your fingers are interlaced. "No, just honest."

A stuttered breathe breaks free from your nose, love poured into every particle that filters within the space between you.

You really, really wanted to kiss her when she says things like that.

And if the look on her face is anything to go by, she's fully aware of the fact.

Her smile turns wry and she settles with a squeeze of your hand before their manager is calling for her attention.

Well you think, willing away the frantic beat of your heart, she's going to pay for that.

- - - - - - - - - - ☆ - - - - - - - - - -

A surprised gasp almost forces its way passed your lips when a hand settles over your own.

Too engrossed in a conversation with one of your fellow dancers, you hadn't even noticed when Giselle had decided to switch places with a certain someone.

"Hi," Karina smiles when you jolt in her direction, and you're left floundering for but a second before you regain yourself.

"Damn, and here I was thinking it was Giselle that wanted to hold my hand."

She raises a teasing eyebrow in your direction, the grip on your fingers tightening very slightly.

"Nuh-uh," she shakes your head, but the way the words slur only slightly lets you know that not too much alcohol was in her system... you think.

"No, you're right," you once again concede, making sure to lower your voice since it was only made for her to hear, "I prefer you holding my hand anyway."

She looks deep into your eyes upon your words, and you can see the quick spark of desire, the same one you had only a couple of hours prior.

Kiss her, go on.

But you hold steady, after all there will be a time and place when Karina will be able to freely call you hers, a day when the thumb caressing your skin won't be a secret under the table.

Until then, you'll make the most of the dances you share in the dark.

[simp2537]

𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜

John Wick x child!fem! Reader.

Series Trigger Warnings: Child abuse, abandonment issues, self harm, self hatred, depression, religious trauma, murder, gore,

Chapter One

The scent of iron and copper stained the area around him as he lay in the ground. His dark irises looked up at the barrel of the gun in front of his head. Corpses laid around his as he breathed softly. 

With every dawn a pupillus is brought home

The girl that stood before him was dressed in an all black suit, perfectly tailored to her. Her hair sleeked back in a ponytail and braided. Her eyes cold and hard, like a killers should be. She couldn’t have been older than ten.

Her face still held that childlike glow that most kids her age had. Her Glock was firmly between his eyes. The man she’d shot before, laid dead at her feet. 

“Ты Баба Яга?” The girl asked, her voice that of a pure innocent child. (Are you Baba Yaga?)

With every dusk a pupillus is dead. 

John stared at her and he slowly stood up. Her gun trailed him as he towered over her. 

“Yeah.” The girl hummed softly. In a swift movement her gun was in a holster at her side. She let out a small sigh.

“Good, I’m your pupillus.” John froze. A pupillus? A child bought, taken, given and molded into a killer. Only the High Table could grant a person an pupillus. Never in all his life would he think that the High Table would gift him one. 

With every star a pupillus conquerors

John nodded softly as he moved a corpse out of her way. She moved next to him in a flash, almost inhumanly fast. 

“You got a name kid?” John pondered softly as he began to walk away from the bloody scene. The girl trailed behind him, he couldn’t even hear her steps.

“No.”

John rubbed his face as he opened the door to his car for her. She slide into the car quickly and sat quietly. As John shut the car door he groaned softly. He didn’t ask for this, he didn’t want to have to take care of a kid. But the High Table saw him fit he supposed.

“I like Y/n, think it’s pretty.” John mumbled as they drove towards the Continental. The girl didn’t answer, only furrowed her brow. 

“Yes it is pretty.” The girl agreed monotoned. As John drove he would glance at her. She stared out at the city with a small spark in her eyes, liked she’d never seen so many lights before. The girl didn’t speak, she didn’t move, to John it didn’t even look like she was breathing.

She looked almost alien to him. Not that she looked strange but she acted strange. She wasn’t like any child John had ever know, and he supposed she wasn’t. Pupillus were meant to hide in plain sight, she certainly looked like a child….. just not her eyes. 

With every comet a pupillus falls

John didn’t know it then but this girl would change his entire life. He would name her, he would love her, he would care for her, and she in turn…. Would destroy for him.

…………………..

The wind howled as rain poured down onto Helen’s coffin. Many red roses fell on top of the lowered coffin. Held in a delicate hand was a white rose. 

The white rose fell on top of the coffin. Y/n’s e/c eyes were glassed over but no tears fell. Her eyes red and her cheeks flushed. Her body was drown in rain, she hoped that the rain would wash her sorrow away.

Never had she felt like this, this loss, this pain. She didn’t like it. She’d lost many people, many of her fellow pupillus, she mourned, she pleaded with god to send them back. 

But this pain was different, this pain grew and grew, not into hatred like it normally would, it just grew more painful. Her black dress was soaked, clinging to her like a second skin. 

A large hand landed on her shoulder, gently guiding her away from the coffin. A shadow fell over her, he held his umbrella over her. His dark eyes full of sadness as he looked all away. 

“Y/n?” John whispered, his forming towering over the seventeen year old. 

“Все хорошее умрет.” Y/n mumbled hopelessly (All good things will die). John froze as he lead her away. Her face was masked by with a blank look. The rain poured down into the pair as they walked together in sync. 

Y/n’s irises were planted on the ground as John walked her over to their car. John looked up and saw and old friend of his. He bent down planting kiss her cheek. Y/n didn’t react, she didn’t move, hell John couldn’t even tell if she was breathing. 

John signed softly as he closed her door and walked over to Marcus. He didn’t know how to help her, she’d never been so closed off with him. As a pupillus emotions other than rage weren’t allowed.

Their pain was molded to hate, their love turned to despair, their happiness vanished and they became pupillus. A child made to kill and only to kill. John could remember all the times that Y/n held not mercy for her opponents. Her ruthlessness knew no bounds, her mind didn’t know what to do now.

.…………………

John hit the ground with a thud. He coughed up blood as he pushed himself up. He looked back at the man he was trying to kill. 

His eyes were wide, his body covered in his own and others blood. This job would pay a million so John was determined to kill him. 

The man charged at him, John slammed into the wall, it cracked under him. The man’s hand went around his throat lifting him off his feet.

“Not so dangerous now are you. Baba Yaga?” He taunted. John couldn’t move, he was pinned. The air began to leave his lungs, he didn’t stop trying to get the man off himself. 

Suddenly he was ripped away, John fell right to the ground. The man staggered to his feet from the ground. His eyes stared right into the cold ones of Y/n as she stood in front of John. 

“I told you to stay in the car.” John rasped. Y/n shrugged annoyed as she charged at him. The man was fast enough to catch her. Her legs wrapped around his, pulling the larger man to the ground.

“Вам нужна была помощь.” Y/n voiced getting in the man’s chest. (You needed help.)

Y/n’s smaller first pummeled into the man face over and over. John looked away coughing softly. 

“English, Y/n.” He muttered as he stood. The man struggled under Y/n, but her fist kept going. Her knuckles began to bleed and bruise. John walked over to her with a limp. 

“Enough Y/n.” She didn’t stop. “Y/n enough.” 

By the time John caught her fist the man was dead. John sighed uneasily as he pulled Y/n away. Blood was splattered over her face, hair, clothes and her hands. The man’s face was punched in, it looked unnatural. 

“I told you to wait in the car.” She didn’t answer. She wouldn’t look at him, he could tell she was upset. 

“Y/n? Won’t you look at me?” John asked gently. He knelt down to her height, for a ten year old she was rather short. He took the side of her bloody face and guided her to look at him. Her eyes didn’t move from the floor.

It had been months of back and forth with Y/n. She didn’t have any moral compass. She didn’t know what to do in any situation that wasn’t murder.

“Умная девушка? Please look at me.” John smile softly as she brought her e/c eyes to his. (Smart girl.)

“I don’t understand why you’re always so upset when I help you.” She mumbled bitterly. John sighed softly, truthfully he didn’t either. In the Ruska Roma he would do the same. Watching Y/n kill didn’t seem right to John. 

In the few months that Y/n was under his care he’d grown to love her. The way her eyes would light up when she’d see something new. Slowly he guided her away from the blood scene, her head was cast down. 

By the time they entered the car Y/n hadn’t looked at him once. As they left John glanced over at her, she was curled up into herself. A permanent glare plastered on her innocent face. Her eyes held anything but innocence.

Y/n grabbed the rager that John held out to her with a small sigh. She wiped the blood from her hands before throwing the rag in the glove box. John roll his eyes and  pull the rag back out, wiping her face.

“You’re driving!” Y/n protested. John rolled his eyes as he finished.

“You’re covered in blood.” He mumbled as they continued to sit in silence. She turned from him, not caring for all the blood. As they pulled up to the Continental, Y/n hopped out before John even cut the gas. 

“Shit! Y/n!” John yelled but Y/n just pulled her back out for the trunk and walked into the building. She wouldn’t go much further than the front entrance, still believing she’d be punished. No matter how much John would try and convince Y/n she wouldn’t be punished for simply needed space.

As John handed his keys to the man standing there, grabbed his bag and followed after her. Y/n stood near the entrance to the pupils training arena. A boy around her age with tanned skin, black curls, and brown eyes talked softly to her.

Her eyes shoot in to John’s and sighed softly as she made her way back over to him. The boy she was with glared sharply at him. 

“Am I permitted to go to the training arena?” John nodded his head softly as he checked the pair in. John took her bag and pulled out her training clothes out.

“Here.” Y/n knew that meant her wanted her to change. She nodded softly as left to changed. The boy with her watched every move like a hawk, John didn’t like that. 

Y/n was by his side before he could blink, she was changed, hair pulled out of her face and still covered in blood. John sighed taking her dirty clothes and cleaned the side of her face.

Y/n jerked away slightly, not used to such dangerous hands being so kind to her. The boy shot off the wall, hatred in his eyes. John wanted to laugh at him. 

“Here it’s your room key. When will you be back?” Y/n shrugged.

“Later.”

“Eat someone before you get back please.” She nodded at his request and turned away. The boy pulled her close the second her got and pull her into the training arena.

“How goes re-raising a child?” John sent a glare to Winston as he approached him.

“I’m not re-raising her.” Winston raised his brow. 

“So you’re not trying to pull her away from her nature?”

“Being a killing machine is not her nature.” Winston smirked softly as he nodded his head. John glared and turned away. 

………………………

Y/n stared out the window as people avoided her like a plague. Maybe she was a plague, maybe she this was all her fault. Maybe if she hadn’t stayed Helen  would still be here. Maybe this was gods way of punishing her for disobeying her life’s purpose.

Thinking she could have a mundane life after all the bloodshed she’d caused. The pain, the heartache she must have caused her people. A hand on her shoulder pulled her away. John stood over her holding her shoulder.

“He’s here to see you.” Y/n’s blank eyes held his gaze for a while before pulling away. He stood away from very one and sent her a small smile.

“Atlas.”

“Ares.”

“Y/n.” 

He smirked softly at her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her close.

“You’re my Ares.”

[decagondice]

༓ Masterlist ༓

Jujutsu Kaisen

Sukuna

Experience shapes perception - 8.8k, SFW, f!reader

Every night, a fresh girl is forcefully taken away from her loved ones per the King's orders, betrothed for a few hours as his wife, and at dawn, an extravagant silk bind is tied around her throat. Unable to tolerate the unjust wrath of the sovereign and promise to do any means necessary to survive in order to put an end to the King's torment, you offer yourself to the King of Curses as his unfortunate bride.

Foul & Fair - 3.5k

In a kingdom ruled by the feared and ruthless King, his reserved queen harbours a deadly secret. Devoted to her husband and his reign, she begins to punish those who defy him in the shadows, her hands stained with blood he never commanded her to spill. As guilt consumes her, she spirals deeper into madness, terrified of what Sukuna will do if he discovers the truth. But Sukuna, the King of Curses, knows far more than she realises. In a chilling confrontation, she must face the dark question: Does Sukuna's love run as deep as her sins, or is there something far more dangerous waiting in the shadows?

The Land of Tears - 1.7k, SFW, Pilot!Sukuna x f!reader

Stranded in an unforgiving desert after a failed landing, Sukuna—a seasoned pilot with a reputation for resilience—struggles against dwindling water, searing heat, and the relentless toll of survival. Each day, he labours to repair his plane, but as his strength fades, so does his grip on reality. Haunted by mirages of his beloved wife, Sukuna finds solace in her ethereal presence that grows clearer as his body weakens. She appears by his side, her touch gentle and soothing, guiding him through each agonising day. Unaware that her image is easing him toward death, Sukuna clings to the hope of returning home.

Hunger & Love's Void - Coming Soon

[TBA]

To die for - 1.06k, SFW, Nobody wants to die alone.

Candlelight & Shadows - 675 wc, SFW, The power goes out but its okay

Whispers of the tide and wind - 1k, sfw, Exchanging seashells at the beach

A gift for her - 1.1k, sfw, A hardened soul finds solace in a delicate gesture—a gift, chosen on a whim yet wrapped in unspoken devotion.

A gift for him - 693 wc, sfw, In a quiet act of love, she offers him a gift—her way of returning his unspoken devotion, placed gently into his guarded hands.

The Careful Weave of Fingers - 719 wc, sfw, Sukuna brushes your hair when you're feeling tired.

Shaving Shadows - 744 wc, sfw, In the stillness of morning, a blade glides with care in the act of helping him shave.

Wasting time - 410 wc, sfw, suggestive, His impatience beckons you to bed.

Undeniable - 875 wc, sfw, suggestive, Different lifetimes & possibilities but you're the only constant.

Sparks of a Quiet Fire - 1.2K, sfw, An intimate new years eve together.

Toji

Toil & Trouble - Coming Soon

[TBA]

Why the mask? - 1.2k, SFW, Reader attempts to lamely joke with Toji.

For Me? - 1k, SFW, Toji deserves nice things.

A Gaze, A Glimmer - 577 wc, SFW, You each honour the other's gift at an elegant gathering.

Love and Deepspace

Zayne

Astra's Dark Bargain - 1.3k, sfw

In a desolate, snow-covered mountain pass, Zayne kneels beside the still form of the one person he had vowed to protect, grappling with the weight of his failure and the relentless demands of Astra, a deity whose cruelty haunts his every step. As the frost of Astra’s displeasure creeps across his own skin, Zayne finds himself confronting the quiet, somber ache of a love lost to forces beyond mortal control. His voice is a quiet plea to the uncaring heavens, a whispered promise to carry the burden left in your wake, and to defy the god’s merciless hold—even if it means bearing Astra’s frost alone in the empty silence.

Xavier

Stars & Solitude - Coming Soon

[TBA]

Drabbles

Subtleties at dawn - Soft!Sukuna x f!reader

Let me be beside you - Part 2 of 'Subtleties at dawn', Sukuna x reader, Toji x reader, JJK Men x reader

Even when I'm away - Soft!Sukuna x reader

Hands that haunt - Soft!Sukuna x reader, Heian era

A winter evening by the hearth - Soft!Sukuna x reader, Heian era

Downpour - Soft!Toji x reader

Bathing together - Soft!Sukuna x reader

[marialikeswritting]

Jack frost x goddess reader

The reader is a goddess of light like guidance to kids

Fanfic fail*

((((This is a fail attempt so I might as well just post it tell me if y'all want me to try this concept and fix the obvious grammatical errors)))

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(y/n) star goddess of light a guide for children from any dark times they may have she helps them

With her radiant beauty and knowledge for the light ahead in the dark tunnels of ones mind she is there to take you away

Though no one has seen her in a long time not even the most ancient of spirits have seen her,she may be hiding in plain sight,for maybe her spark has died along the dark times she felt well those are the rumors around the place

"*sigh*" a tall woman is seen at the peak of a snowy mountain, she wears a long white dress that has two slits at each side beautiful golden patterns go from the top of her back,and down at her feet, she wears golden bands on her wrists and ankles on her head a headpiece with small chains and crystals she looked over from the peek a sad expression her usual glow dimmed no smile to see nor laughter to hear

She was alone and that how she liked to be alone

Or maybe she was just fooling herself but no matter how much she wished to be like herself there's this sadness. Loneliness that didn't bother her for many centuries until one night when she spoke to the moon,and then he didn't respond that's when she felt truly lost

No one to try to change her mind to come back to even find her,no one needed her right? Or maybe she was being dramatic and just because the children didn't see her shouldn't be a reason to give up on her duties on something that made her happy

Though it wasn't the children no it was the other like her that didn't give her the light of day which wa kinda ironic for her, but even now they didn't seem to mind her absent maybe she would find someone soon that will listen to her and make her happy

A lonely goddess who would have thought

Whith another look into the horizon she walked away

Winter was coming well...it had arrived just last night. Little specs of snowflakes hovering in the wind and in the air so gentle and stunning it was cold but nothing (y/n) couldn't handle. As it became night time now she could see the beauty of the stars they where the most vibrant that they had ever been they'd shine her away back home,but she didn't want to got there just yet it was too quiet the moment she was there and the moment she left and no doubt it would be the same if she ever went back

Her long dress drag behind her as she softly hummed a tune lifting her hands (y/n) made a ball of light to lead her way,she had walked a long way from where she lived and it was a blessing to not see the scenery towers of the castle

After walking a long way through the woods (y/n) had finally seen lights not from her, but houses a town just down the hill from where she stood,lifting her foot up she went down,but just as she took the first step she hesitated "I wonder if i can...." silence lingered around the thought of actually doing the one thing (y/n) was meant to do and finally doing it? "Well I gues maybe someone needs guidance" then a sound of feathers alarmed her "who who" an owl "hello there" a soft smile made it's way to her features "who who" "yes I suppose it is still dark for guiding someone but it wouldn't hurt to try and look don't you think umm" "who who"the owl flap his wings to rest on her shoulder "Ludacris what a lovely name now let's se what this town has to offer" "who who" "your quite stubborn. fine. I'll rest first, but when I wake up we will look together"

Finding a place to sleep wasn't hard and soon enough she was once again looking at the stars more over a constellation the first one she saw the night she woke up as who she is now ut was bittersweet how it mocks and comforted her seeing it after centuries of not wanting to look up that specific angle that could not be easily missed.once again she felt sad not knowing why she always did. it frustrated her why be like this.

Immortal whith powers, and a way to heal others in such a sweet and personal way if she can't even get over it.get over it

that's what she would tell herself stop thinking stop waiting for someone to sweep you off your feet or something your not a fairytale and even if it where to happens for someone so stupid to even want her

They would only get hurt at the long run and besides who would take interest in a sad pathetic goddess like her no one would ever love her

even if that's the most important thing she needed

The sun rays startled the girl to wake up a soft yawn escape her lips followed by light scratches on the head,suddenly she remember that today she would try to do the one thing she knew she was good at "alright let's go" she looked at the owl she kinda befriended but she wasn't sure just yet he was asleep 'oh right they are nocturnal' she realize but nonetheless she would go and find someone to guide maybe then she would stop and move on away from her sorrow

After a few minutes (y/n)walked into the town looking all over she sees children playing around and talking

(y/n) smiled at them as they played with determined faces then she noticed guy with a blue hoodie and white hair quit unusual for someone to have that kind of hair but it intrigued her nonetheless as she stared from a distance just casually locking or that's what she thought it was until he noticed her, blue eyes met with (e/c) ones he stoped for a moment and he smirked? At her, "strange but okay" she said under her breath

Then very quickly did the white haird guy flew over to () with a bug smile on his face "I've never seen you around here before,what's your name snowflake" he looked at her with curiosity tilting his head to the side like a little puppy which () found cute for whatever reason "welp see ya"

,the wind blew her long (h/t) (h/c) hair up as she stood there bewildered by her barely interaction with this guy

It's been about a few hours since I saw him and his blue crystal eyes and white hair,I couldn't stop the fact that I found him intriguing.

[a-fluffer-nutter]

Won't You Help Me Make It Through?

A/N - I have been replaying Fallout 4 and this fic came to me while I made it to the Institute. I hope you enjoy this little fic.

Word Count: 1,923

“If I don't make it back, promise to never forget about me.”

“I could never forget about someone as beautiful as you,” you leaned down to kiss your lover.

“I love you, John,” your voice quivered as the electricity sparked around you, your skin buzzing. “Forever and always.”

“I love you too, darling,” Hancock's voice shook. He was glad that it was dark enough out that you couldn't see the tears welling up in his dark eyes. “Forever and always, my dearest Sunshine.” And then, you were gone.

The following forty eight hours were the hardest of Hancock's life, or at least that's how he was feeling. He had been through Hell and back so many times, but this was different. Physical pain had nothing on this.

“Come back with us,” Desdemona had told the ghoul, stamping out her cigarette with her boot. “The first place they’ll go is to our HQ.”

Hancock knew she was right; he knew you better than anyone, and he knew that you could not leave a job undone. And that's exactly what you were doing, a job. You were infiltrating the Institute to find your son, and helping the Railroad while you were at it. Hancock has been by your side since the beginning of your misadventures with the synth liberating crew and he knew how much it started to mean to you.

“We'll help everyone we can, even synths. Just like you do in Goodneighbor,” you had told him one night in bed, your arms behind your head as you stared up at the stars. “Of the people, for the people.”

With this in mind, Hancock joined Desdemona and Tinker Tom back to their headquarters. If you had made it to the Institute, and then survived, he needed to be there when you returned. And if for some reason you weren't back in a week, he was to go back to Goodneighbor and try to go on; alone.

The members of the Railroad were nice enough, Hancock would give them that. They, of course, were very into liberating synths and equality for everyone, which was great. Hancock, however, couldn't help but feel like he was being stared at. This was a common occurrence, though with an organization like this, he had been expecting something different.

“Sorry! I've just never met a ghoul before,” a younger agent had blurted out when Hancock caught her gaze. He had figured this was the case. Most of the agents were fairly young, some looking like younger teenagers, while most were in their early twenties. Many of them had likely come from Diamond City, and due to their age, we're probably kept at home and out of harm's way during the exodus of the ghouls from Diamond City. Some of these kids, judging by the softness of their hands, were probably from the upper bleachers too, likely having no idea that anything had happened. It all may have only been five years ago, but those rich kids hardly ever mingled with the less fortunate.

The first twenty four hours had been the hardest for Hancock, and the rest of the Railroad. Most of the members had been optimistic, but he had definitely heard their whispers. It was mostly the doctor, always complaining about how likely it was for them to be compromised and that you were probably dead, either by the Institute’s hands or a Tinker Tom programming error. The doctor droned on and on all day until Hancock told him to, “kindly shut the fuck up.” Thankfully, he did.

As the twenty four hours mark approached, Deacon decided to steal Hancock away for one of his missions. Deacon could tell how antsy Hancock had become, and after fighting by yours and his side at the Switchboard, Deacon figured he could trust the ghoul enough to take him along for his nightly run.

The mission wasn’t hard, though it took Hancock’s mind off things. They just had to sneak into a raider camp, free the hostages, and guide them to a meeting place. It was pretty easy, until one of the hostages screamed once the duct tape was removed from her mouth, emotions overcoming her. After an exchange of annoyed glances, Deacon and Hancock emerged from the shadows, guns blazing.

Returning with only minor scrapes and bruises, the two had completed the objective and made it back to the Railroad HQ in good spirits. Desdemona, after hearing everything Deacon had mentioned in his mission briefing, made sure that Hancock knew that he would now always be welcomed by their organization. She then mentioned that Deacon had told her that he saw Hancock slash a raider’s throat open while holding one of the freed hostages over his shoulder, then managed to headshot two more with his sidearm. Hancock simply smiled and nodded.

The following day, Hancock wandered out of the headquarters and into the church itself. The rest of the members never seemed to go through the church, and if they did, they never were there exceptionally long.

It didn't take long for Hancock to find a secluded room that no one had likely been in since the bombs dropped. Pressing himself up against a wall, he let himself slide to the floor. Shutting his eyes, he fiddled with his pocket until the Jet inhaler was successfully in his hand, then to his lips. With the small puff, Hancock's world slowed and the tears in his eyes would take an hour to slip down his cheeks.

“You're back! Guys, they're back!” Drummer Boy ran down the stairs and into the middle of the room. Tinker Tom groaned as he was awakened from his paranoid slumber, his body unable to stay still for more than a few minutes while he slept. Desdemona and Dr. Carrington quickly ran out of PAM’s room, eyes wide and mouths agape.

You walked down the steps, your face a blank slate, until you saw him.

Deacon had been chatting up Hancock for the previous hour, wanting to know more about the ins and outs of Goodneighbor. It was also clear to him that Hancock had just come down from a nasty trip and wanted to make sure that as the drugs fully filtered out of his system, that he was in a decent headspace. As soon as Drummer Boy had made his announcement, both men stood up, with Deacon taking a step back, pushing the limelight more on Hancock.

“John,” your voice cracked as you said his name. Hurrying forward, you practically fell into your lover's arms, letting out a sigh as he lifted you up off of your feet, your back popping from the motion.

“Hello, love,” Hancock tried to keep his voice even, and it worked for the most part. Only you could hear the tremor of emotion lacing his words.

“I'm sorry to cut the reunion short, but I hope you've got news for us,” Desdemona cleared her throat and shuffled uncomfortably to your left.

“Oh, I have so much to tell you all. About the Institute. About Patriot. That, and I downloaded a list of people that have been working against us; behind our back,” you stated, slipping out of Hancock's grasp to turn and face the members of the Railroad. “Where should I begin?”

Desdemona and the rest heard everything you needed to tell them, and nothing more. Liam Bidet and Z1-14, the general structure of the Institute, and a little bit on the teleporter device you now had. Everything was just mission details, exactly how you wanted it. The personal information, they didn't need to learn about that. It could make them doubt your abilities to reason and doubt the trust they had in you.

Stars swirled in the night sky like a surrealist painting as you popped another Mentat into your mouth. The mix of Mentats and Jet gave you the high you desired. Memory and mind sharp, but the world was slowly shifting around in abstract patterns.

Thumb running across scarred skin, you held Hancock's hand as you both laid atop the Old North Church’s roof, a sleep bag laid out beneath you both. Laying against him, your head rested on his chest, cheek pressed into his skin. Arms embracing your body, his hold was strong and warm.

“Shaun is the head of the Institute, John,” your voice shook in rhythm with your hands. Finally able to relax, you popped the cap off the bottle of emotions you’ve been fighting to conceal. The warmth of your lover's touch allowed you to finally let it all go, to open the cage and let loose the feral beast of raw pain, anger, fear, and sorrow.

“And he's old,” fingers interlaced themselves in your hair as a tiny wave of euphoria washed over him when you let out a laugh. “He's older than both of us. Old enough that I can call him grandaddy.”

“Oh God,” you snorted, covering your face with your hand. “Don't ever call my son your ‘grandaddy’ ever again.”

“Why not?” Sounding as offended as possible, Hancock licked his lips and raised his brow.

“Ew, no!” You whined, pushing his face away from you. Flashing you his signature grin, he fluttered his fingers against your side. Letting out a squeaky laugh, Hancock had to catch you as you flailed away from his touch. “That was mean as hell, John,” you stared daggers, though the intensity was lost on him since he had begun to laugh at your expense. “But yes, don't call my son that. It's gross.”

“Whatever you say, darling,” his raspy drawl made your heart flutter.

“They positively love him down there,” you let out a long sigh, returning to your previous, comfortable position. “When I was there, everyone treated me like I was royalty.”

“As they should,” Hancock places a kiss on the top of your head, lingering to smell the fruity shampoo you had used down in the Institute. He may always love you but seeing you all cleaned up made him feel a certain kind of way.

“They want me to join them. Shaun and I would be the heads of the Institute,” Hancock's muscles tensed beneath your words. “But the things they said about the synths. Most of them made sure that I knew that they didn't think much of the synths, other than them being tools to further themselves. To better humanity.”

“They're wrong,” the vibration in his chest resonated through you, his growl almost sounding like a feral’s.

“I know they are,” you sat up, sitting back on your knees. “Nick is one of the best people around, and it they had their way, the Institute would take him back and kill him. Or worse, they'd reprogram him.”

“So, what're you gonna do?” Hancock asked, rolling onto his side, supporting his head with his hand cupping his face.

“I've gotta be discreet. I need them to think I'm on their side. I'm gonna have to keep lying to Shaun.”

“And then what?” Hancock raised his voice, though concern filled his jet black eyes. “Free the synths that want out, but then what? They'll know it was you.”

“I'm gonna have to stop them. We gotta stop the Institute, John,” you stared out to the skyline.

“You know what the means, right?” Hancock grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly.

“I do,” you sighed. The tears began to slip down your cheeks, emotions becoming too much to handle. “I'm going to have to kill Shaun. I'm going to have to kill my son.”

[frozen-orbit]

My favorite lyrics from my Renegades playlists that i associate with Nodrian:

"Did you ever love me? Does it even matter?" - Say Goodbye, Katharine McPhee

"If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?" - Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol

"I’ll always be on your side, promise you." - Promise, Everglow

"Late night, watching television. But how'd we get in this position?" - I really like you, Carly Rae Jepsen

"Maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me." - Wonderwall, Oasis

"Paint my kiss across your chest. If you're the art, I'll be the brush." - Bad Liar, Selena Gómez

"We had trust, belief and friendship. Maybe something more, maybe something less." - Vengeance, coldrain

"Whether we’re together or apart, we can both remove the masks and admit we regret it from the start." - Over again, One Direction

"Why don't we save each other? Even though we couldn't save anything, let alone the world." - Howl, Chuu

From Nova's pov:

"An evening star watched from afar. It guided me here. It knew you'd be here." - I knew I loved you, Céline Dion

"Dream that makes me want to fall asleep again, such a sweet dream, that’s you." - Dream, Suzy feat. Baekhyun

"For the way you're something that I'd never choose, but at the same time, something I don't wanna lose." - Never knew I needed, Ne-Yo feat. Cassandra Steen

"I can't decide if I'll let you save my life or if I'll drown." - arms, Christina Perri

"I don't know who's gonna kiss you when I'm gone, so I'm gonna love you now like it's all I have. I know it'll kill me when it's over, I don't wanna think about it." - Love me now, John Legend

"If I kept you away from me, if I failed you and I left, it was because my lies scared me. You believed in me and I became so good at pretending." - Perdón, Camila

"I'll follow into the painting you create." - Lucid, LOOΠ∆ Odd Eye Circle

"I made you a promise with no way to keep it, but what kills me the most, I'd still do anything for you." - The Breaker, Little Big Town

"I'm on my guard for the rest of the world, but with you, I know it's no good." - Sparks fly, Taylor Swift

"I'm scared that I'll love you. I'm scared that I'll need you. I'm scared that I'll always want you close." - Something 4 U, Sam Addeo feat. Biyo

"I shot the stars out of your sky, took the love right from your eyes, and I did it all knowing you thought I was the hero of your heart." - The Breaker, Little Big Town

"I was used to being alone, my days were gray, but I remember the day you lightly came to me, knocking on my door. You shined on me like a light, woke me up from darkness, opened the closed door of my heart." - Starlight, Taeyeon feat. DEAN

"My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea." - Sparks fly, Taylor Swift

"Oh my God, I can't believe it. Out of all the people in the world, what is the likelihood of jumping out of my life and into your arms? Maybe, baby, I'm just losing my mind, 'cause this is trouble but it feels right. Teetering on the edge of Heaven and Hell is a battle that I cannot fight." - Oh My God, Adele

"She's the death you chose. You're in terrible danger." - The Albatross, Taylor Swift

"Some say she's such a fake, that her love is made up. No, no, no, no." - Girl Almighty, One Direction

"Sometimes I wonder, when you sleep, are you ever dreaming of me?" - Delicate, Taylor Swift

"The coat of paint that you had drawn on me will wash away." - Stop the rain, Day6

"The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me. Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?" - peace, Taylor Swift

"The devil that you know looks now more like an angel. I'm the life you chose and all this terrible danger." - The Albatross, Taylor Swift

"The more you become precious to me, the more afraid I am." - Eclipse, Got7

"There's nothing to pretend, I fell in love with you." - Me enamoré de ti, Chayanne

"The world I lived in has flipped over inside out because of you, right is left, left is right." - Sweet Chaos, Day6

"They tried to warn you about me." - The Albatross, Taylor Swift

"This ain't for the best. My reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me." - Delicate, Taylor Swift

"Through the lies, you were the truth. My world is a better place because of you." - Because of you, Céline Dion

"When I look at you, I see forgiveness, I see the truth. You love me for who I am." - When I look at you, Miley Cyrus

"Wish I could tell you I still feel the same. I want you to know that it was never in vain. And that's the last thing that you'll hear me say." - Hear me say, Jonas Blue

"Wish that I would let you break my walls, but I'm still spinning out of control from the fall." - Oh My God, Adele

"You are the sunlight that rose again in my life, a reincarnation of my childhood dreams. I don't know what these emotions are. Am I still dreaming?" - Euphoria, BTS

From Adrian's pov:

"And you can aim for my heart, go for blood, but you would still miss me in your bones." - my tears ricochet, Taylor Swift

"Even if time fades my paint, I will protect your dreamworld, I’ve never left." - Action figure, WayV

"I can save you and treat you preciously, and if you want I can ride a spaceship cross the night sky, pick the stars and place them in your hands." - Jasmine, DPR Live

"I closed my eyes to this evil. You hid your true colors until now." - Gunshot, K.A.R.D

"I could paint your beauty. That's if you just let me." - Jasmine, DPR Live

"I'd like to be a superhero and protect you against evil, gift you the Milky Way in a cereal bowl, take you to outer space and fly like Superman does." - Espacio sideral, Jesse & Joy

"I don't care how deep in the darkness you may be, I'll find my way to you, if you just wait for me." - Star maker, AmaLee

"I don't know what road you're gonna take this time, but let it be mine." - Let it be mine, Brett Young

"I draw your appearance every night without anyone knowing." - Why, Hwasa

"I guess it's still hard if the seed's sown, but do you really want to be alone?" - Over again, One Direction

"I insisted we begin at the start to turn us back into a work of art." - Oxford Blood, Autoheart

"I know you’re worried, you hide behind your walls. Oh trust me, little darlin’, you can let ‘em fall." - All the ways, The Secret Sisters feat. Ray LaMontagne

"I'll give you everything I can, I'll build your dreams with these two hands." - I swear, All-4-One

"I make art, but you're the masterpiece." - With You, SuperM

"I may be an ordinary guy with heart and soul, but if you're the one for me, then I'll be your hero." - Hero, Starstruck

"I start painting you and I don't pull it off. After slowly studying you, I end up thinking that over my palette I lack of intense colors that reflect your rare beauty." - Sólo pienso en ti, Miguel Bosé

"I want to draw you in the wide sky, name it after the stars." - ANL, NCT Dream

"I want to protect you who's sleeping next to me in this night." - Same dream, same night, same mind, Seventeen

"Like that star that stars in the night sky, tell me your mysterious story." - TokTok, GWSN

"Lips burrow so deep, give me good sleep." - You belong to me, Cat Pierce

"On the sketchbook of my brain, I draw you out every day." - Oh my!, Seventeen

"Put you in jail for something you didn't do. I pinned your hands behind your back. Thought I had reason to attack, but no." - Afterglow, Taylor Swift

"Stupid me still draws you in the air. A star called you shines in the pitch dark room." - HaPpY, Stray Kids

"We fight and you bait me. You feel so defiant. You used to save me but now I'm just frightened." - Keep dreaming, Neffex

"You don’t exist in front of me right now, I know that for sure, but I’m going to interrogate you. Your lips know the answer that I want." - Sherlock, Shinee

"You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same." - my tears ricochet, Taylor Swift

"You’re like a dream, so secretive, more than the entire universe." - Falling, Lim Kim

"You're the one I always dream of. Ev'ry line of your face is sketched so plain inside my heart." - You're the one, Carpenters

"You tried hiding another you but your evil was coming through." - Ghost, Ella Henderson

"You've got the most unbelievable blue eyes I've ever seen." - I love you always forever, Donna Lewis

[whovianofmidgard]

Day 7 – Nerdanel & Fëanor - Creation

For @feanorianweek You can also read on AO3

“Come, Fëanáro. You are a master of jewels and metals in your own right, now let me teach you in the art of stone,” Nerdanel said, and pulled the young prince of the Noldor into her studio.

For long days Fëanor sat in Nerdanel’s lap before a pottery wheel, hands on hands on clay, shifting and moving and tangling, and creating wonders together. He stood by slabs of stone and let his lady guide hammer and chisel in his grasp. Dust and debris fell around them and got caught in red and black hair like snow.

Fëanor learned much in that time; of Nerdanel and her passions, of the skill of his hands. Sculpting will never be one of his crafts, but now he knew how to do it and do it competently.

-

“Come, Nerdanel. You may be the mistress of freeing beauty trapped inside stone, now let me teach you the art of shining lamps,” Fëanor said, and lead the lady of his heart into his workshop.

For long days Nerdanel allowed Fëanor to lean close over her shoulder as he instructed her on glass blowing, quick touches brushed here and there as they spun melting glass in the kiln, heat against body heat, reflected firelight dancing in their eyes. She stood in a beam of Laurelin, feeling his chest warm against her back, as they held sparkling glass bubbles and domes in their intertwined hands. They sang together, reminding their lamps of inner fire and light, like elflings catching fireflies in a jar, ‘till a bright blue flame ignited within.

Nerdanel learned much in that time; of Fëanor and the fire in his eyes, of the song inside her soul. Lamp making may never be one of her passions, but she knew how it was made, and she could make them sufficiently.

-

Fëanor’s sons had barely seen their father ever since they moved to Formenos in exile. He had locked himself in his forge, only making an appearance outside perhaps twice a week.

He worked tirelessly on making swords and armour for himself and his sons. They needed all his skill and ingenuity in order to protect themselves and the Silmarils.

Lining one side of his worktable were seven busts sculpted from simple salt dough, each and every one an exact copy of his sons. They seemed young but grim to his eyes, those features lovingly formed by his firm hands, looking back at him with determination.

He had not thought he’d use his wife’s craft in such a way, or even at all. Yet he was grateful for the skill, and for the one who taught him.

Soon, one by one, plumed helms adorned those busts, seven soldiers lined up in his forge. It won’t be long before those helms would sit on the heads of his seven sons.

-

Nerdanel was left alone in the wake of Darkness, all his children, his husband were gone to wage their war.

Candles and torches were in short supply, and burning wood not for warmth but light would slowly prove to be unsustainable. Yavanna would not permit the felling of more trees in the throes of her grief in losing The Trees.

Nerdanel dried her own tears, though not shed for any tree, and lit one of her last candles. The little flame sparked one in her fëa, and a sudden burst of resolve washed over her as she entered her father’s workshop. There she grabbed blowpipe and sheers, then went to work.

She blew and formed perfect spheres to best reflect and catch light, she blew perhaps hundreds of them, both big and small. She stood in the halo of hearth fire, of flickering candles, of the distant pale gleam of the stars and she sang, just as she once sang with Fëanor long ago, yet lacking his harmony. Hundreds of tiny flames flickered to life one by one, just enough to light her way in the dark.

Nerdanel carefully bundled the lamps in a basket and began her long journey through Aulë’s lands. Eventually she will reach Tirion, then continue on to ransacked Alqualondë, and Nerdanel, daughter of Mahtan, estranged wife of Fëanor, will offer her lamps to neighbours, kin, and any elf who will accept.

[sithqueenkat]

Intertwined Paths: Cal Kestis x female reader

Summary: After traveling beside you for so long, Cal decides he can’t keep his feelings for you a secret any longer.

Disclaimer: minor fluff but that’s it

Word count: 422

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As Cal Kestis ventured through the galaxies, battling the remnants of the dark side, he couldn't help but be captivated by her presence. She was his guiding light amidst the shadows, a beacon of hope that ignited a fire within his heart. Her name was [Y/N], a fellow Jedi who shared his passion for justice and the restoration of peace.

On a secluded planet, bathed in the soft glow of a distant star, Cal found solace in [Y/N]'s company. They often sought refuge amidst the ancient ruins, their conversations a dance of shared dreams and whispered secrets. In those stolen moments, their connection deepened, sparking a flame that neither could deny.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of gold and pink across the landscape, Cal found himself unable to contain the feelings that surged within him. He searched for the right words, hoping to convey the emotions that swirled through his soul.

"[Y/N]," Cal began, his voice gentle yet filled with determination, "since the moment we crossed paths, my heart has been entwined with yours. You are the light that pierces through the darkness, the warmth that envelops me when the galaxy feels cold. I find myself drawn to you, not just as a comrade but as something more."

[Y/N]'s gaze met his, her eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and intrigue. "Cal," she whispered, her voice carrying a vulnerability that mirrored his own, "I've felt the same way. In your presence, I discover a strength I never knew I possessed. The way you fight, the way you care, it ignites something within me."

Taking a step closer, Cal reached out, his hand gently caressing [Y/N] cheek. "Let us embrace the force that binds us, [Y/N]. Together, we can face whatever darkness lies ahead. In unity, our love will become a weapon against the shadows."

As their lips finally met in a tender kiss, the universe seemed to align, rejoicing in the union of two souls intertwined by destiny. In that moment, Cal and [Y/N] knew that their love would guide them through the trials yet to come, forging a bond that would withstand the darkest of times.

Amidst the vast expanse of the Star Wars galaxy, Cal Kestis and [Y/N] would not only conquer the forces of evil but also discover the true power of love—a force stronger than any lightsaber, capable of transcending space and time. Together, they would rewrite their destinies, intertwined forever in a love story that would echo throughout the ages.

[nightraiderwrites]

A different kind of prayer

False walks into the Temple of Light. It’s not a big structure, barely reaching the top of their wall, but it’s a good enough place for worship. Short steps lead up to a small altar, the wall behind containing a mural of the sun. Lanterns hang on either side of the entrance, and spare candles are kept in the barrel to the left. There is a candle on the altar.

She pauses before the steps, and bows to the altar. Slowly, reverently, she kneels before the Sun. 

“Hello,” False says, a greeting, a prayer, a promise. “I’m back. Have you been well? I hope so.” She draws [The Sun] and her whetstone, and brings it along the edge of the blade. Sparks erupt along the gold. “Tango’s still not talking. Not that it’s wrong! I’m just…”

The blade is sharp. She wipes it down with a handkerchief. “I miss you,” she tells the sun. False sheaths [The Sun] and unsheathes [The Cog]. The blade is copper, and not nearly as ornate as [The Sun] but it sits on her opposite hip. Part of the set, [The Cog] is not dedicated to anyone, but it is important to her nevertheless.

“Pix’s been reading a lot,” she says. “And Pearl doesn’t take off the red cloak, or go anywhere without her shovel.” The night air is cold. It cuts through her thin shirt. “I think she’s trying to cope. I don’t think she feels safe.”

[The Cog] fits in her hand perfectly. She designed it so she could twist and perform robust maneuvers in combat. The hilt has a gear motif, teeth slotting together in perfect harmony. [The Cog] can store explosives in the hilt, should she have a need for them.

“I suppose,” she says. “I suppose this is grief. I- I don’t know what to do.” [The Cog] goes back into its sheath and [The Compass] comes out. It represents the way, a silver needle pointing in the dark hopelessness. “I’ve never had anyone to lose,” she confesses to the empty altar. “I am lost.”

“Can you guide me?” she asks, as she takes [The Vengeance] out. “I do not know where to go next. Your sword has no hand to swing it.” [The Vengeance] was forged at the same time as [The Sun], but with a different purpose. While [The Sun] was forged to honor their fallen star, [The Vengeance] was remade to execute one person. The Red King.

[The Vengeance] is made of obsidian, carefully chipped into shape to replace the previously iron blade. The dark stone is carved into a jagged blade, and requires the most maintenance of all her swords.

“Gem,” she says. “Can you tell me what to do? Nothing is the same without you here.” The altar says nothing. It sits there, the single candle about to flicker out. [The Vengeance] goes back into her sheathe.

False stands, and bows to the altar again. She picks up a fresh candle, and replaces the one on the altar. 

“Goodnight, your majesty,” says the Soldier of the Sun. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

-

Tee hee. This is based on a game of mafia I played with my friends

[notwarriorswiki]

What is up with Spark and her arc in your AU?

Sparkfire becomes a villain in my AU.

TLDR; Sparkfire is jealous of Hollystar and spills Willowshine's blood in the Moon Pool in order to reawaken some of StarClan and The Dark Forest's power in hopes of being able to speak to the ancestors she has idolized since kithood.

The way the clans defeat the Dark Forest is by cutting off their connection. Light can't exist without darkness, so to keep the Dark Forest from continuing to attack them in the mortal world, they not only have to break The Dark Forest's power to walk in dreams and hurt the living, but StarClan's as well.

Brambleclaw dies in The Great Battle, meaning Sparkkit and Alderkit mostly grow up without him. Their memories of him when they were kits is limited, but positive. The two of them are apprenticed after StarClan and The Dark Forest are banished away, meaning they grow up without having the chance to speak with StarClan like everyone else older than them had.

A Vision of Shadows is largely rewritten, as SkyClan has returned already in Po3 timeline wise. We jump immediately to Darktail existing and having great sway over the clan cats due to their loss of StarClan. Many feel they are no better than rogues now without their ancestors to guide them. This is made worse when Harespring is unable to get his nine lives as the new leader of WindClan because their ancestors are inaccessible. Will leaders just go on without the gifts of nine lives from StarClan?

When this happens the medicine cats are as such

ThunderClan: Jayfeather w/ Alderpaw apprentice. Alderpaw is intrigued by StarClan due to their history, but is disappointed when he learns that not even medicine cats can speak with them. They really are alone. Leafpool died in The Great Battle.

ShadowClan: Littlecloud w/ Puddlepaw apprentice. Much like Alderpaw, Puddlepaw is also curious about the stars and wants to learn more.

WindClan: Kestrelflight. He has no apprentice. Sole medicine cat of WindClan going through the biggest issues due to their leader not able to get his nine lives.

RiverClan: Mothwing and Willowshine. Well. Kinda. Mothwing is doing really bad mentally and isn't working after The Great Battle and StarClan's existence being made true, as well as seeing her brother.

SkyClan: Frecklewish and Fidgetpaw. Fidgetpaw is much more on the healing and helping side regardless of StarClan compared to that of Alderpaw and Puddlepaw.

Darktail needs a medicine cat, and everyone believes he won't get one. His force has grown stronger and stronger, troubling the clans who are still recovering from The Great Battle. Seeing how ThunderClan is suffering and wanting his older brother Lionblaze to stop pushing himself to near death for the sake of his newly born kits, Alderpaw steps forward so that Darktail's attacks will stop. Alderpaw is our point of view within Darktail's camp, witnessing the mix of cats who join willingly, as well as those who are forced in, like the kidnapped Twigkit and Violetkit.

Sparkfire is a big ThunderClan loyalist, and has a lot of pride in her lineage. She never got to meet Firestar, nor really experience knowing her father. She's prideful yet kind, and looks to be the ideal ThunderClan cat to be the best reflection of Firestar, Brambleclaw, Jayfeather, Hollystar, Lionblaze, and Squirrelflight - the cats who will be remembered for a long time as prophecy cats/leaders of the clan. However over the course of Vision of Shadows rewrite, Sparkfire continues to lose.

Alderheart initially promises to return once they figure out how to overthrow Darktail, but this doesn't come to fruition as Alderheart ultimately decides to stay with the reformed group after the death of his friend Needletail. Then Sparkfire's mate Larksong dies.

She lost the chance to speak with StarClan ever. She loses her brother and her mate. She had lost her father, simply never having a chance to know him. She begins to see how she is not reaching any of the points all of these other clanmates are reaching. Sparkfire sees all her loss and watches as Hollystar stands proudly leading the clan alongside her own mate, Cinderheart - how Squirrelflight is deputy to her. Sparkfire begins to believe she should be the one standing there, and that Hollystar, Jayfeather, and Lionblaze stole her chance at that.

StarClan blessed two cats who aren't even fully ThunderClan, her parents raising them as their own, Sparkfire not even being able to speak with Firestar or Brambleclaw even if she wanted to with StarClan's absence. Hollystar has told Sparkfire how Brambleclaw gave her the final of her nine lives and her send off to him, that closure. Old words are sprouting new wounds in Sparkfire who is angered by all she has lost while those around her remain blessed. Even her kits are born weak, with Flickerkit dying and Flamekit barely able to drink milk properly.

This is when the rewritten Fire Scene happens - I wanted this iconic moment to prevail, but of course under different circumstances. When lightning strikes, Sparkfire sees this as her opportunity. Alderheart races to ThunderClan's territory to help them, fearful for his family since Sparkfire was still in the nursery. Sparkfire knows now since Harestar was finally able to receive his nine lives upon it being revealed Willowshine is the only one with the loophole connection, that Willowshine could reverse the lock placed on StarClan. With ThunderClan scattered thanks to the fire, Sparkfire gets Hollystar and Squirrelflight alone, leading them through the flames on her designated path while Lionblaze and Jayfeather have taken Flamekit ahead already. Hollystar and Squirrelflight don't know this yet though, going back in to help Sparkfire "find" her son.

Side note I haven't decided if Finchlight will die as a kit alongside Flickerkit or not because only child Nightheart sounds fun, but it works either way here. Anyway Alderheart encounters Lionblaze and Jayfeather with Flamekit, asking where his sisters and mother are, going back in to find them. Lionblaze calls him back, but Alderheart relents.

Sparkfire lashes out at Hollystar, blaming her for everything Sparkfire never had, the ginger she-cat adamant she should've been the one who experienced all Hollystar had. Hollystar tries to reason with her alongside Squirrelflight, but it doesn't work. The two fight but Sparkfire was Hollystar's apprentice - she knows her moves well. She manages to knock Hollystar into the fire, the leader falling down below and losing her first life. Sparkfire doesn't have the heart to kill Squirrelflight by her own paws, and instead leaves her trapped in the fire believing it'll finish her off with all of the smoke. What she doesn't expect is Alderheart getting to them, having seen them all together through the haze, but only reaching Squirrelflight's side after Hollystar has fallen and Sparkfire goes to collect her. Squirrelflight is unconscious at this point, Alderheart carrying her out.

Because StarClan is in such a limbo state, when a leader loses a life, they don't immediately awaken, at this point needing Willowshine. Sparkfire believes she has escaped with the downed Hollystar, but she is ultimately exposed by Squirrelflight upon the dark ginger she-cat awakening alongside her clan and telling Alderheart, Lionblaze, and Jayfeather what happened. A rescue mission is launched to save Hollystar.

Sparkfire lures Willowshine out by telling her she's needed to save Hollystar and connect with StarClan as she did for Harestar. Sparkfire has allied herself with Sleekwhisker as well, ambushing Willowshine to bring her to the Moonpool. This would've gone smoothly had it not been for Alderheart, confronting them there alongside the assembled group as they plead Sparkfire to stop.

Unfortunately it does not work though, as Sparkfire strikes a devastating blow to Willowshine, spilling the blessed she-cat's blood within the pool. The assembled group charges, but alas it has already been done. Hollystar immediately wakes up, returning to her body upon the connection reopening.

A thing to understand about the afterlife in Warrior cats is there's a respectful distance that must be kept. When the door is shut, it'll stay that way, but when it's opened again, if the mortals abuse that connection, it'll open wider and wider until the dead ancestors can walk amongst them again, thus repeating the issues with The Dark Forest. Sparkfire reopens the gate, allowing leaders to receive nine lives again and cats to speak at the MoonPool, but the conditions were very strict still, rather than as open as they became before.

Anyway, Sparkfire manages to flee, her and Sleekwhisker being rogues post Vision of Shadows, though lingering around the Moonpool. She keeps an eye on Flamekit, who is in a way adopted by Hollystar to take care of.

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Reader x any woman or women you pick from your masterlist

Going out to a park when it’s dark and empty and just having fun together

Restless || Mia Yim x Reader

Summary: You're itching to get out of the house, Mia agrees to join you for a walk in the park.

The night was still and quiet, the moon casting a soft glow over the world outside. Restlessness had taken hold of you, an urge to escape the confines of the house and breathe in the cool night air. You tiptoed around, hoping to find a companion for your late-night adventure. The house was dark, and it seemed like everyone was asleep. But then, a faint light seeped from beneath Mia's bedroom door. A spark of hope ignited within you, and you approached her door.

You knocked gently, the sound almost swallowed by the quiet of the night. Her voice, warm and inviting, reached your ears. "Come in."

Pushing the door open, you found Mia sitting on her bed, a small smile on her lips. "Hey," you said softly. "Can't sleep either?"

She shook her head, her eyes holding a curious glint. "What's on your mind?"

"I was thinking of going for a walk," you admitted, a sheepish grin forming on your face. "And I was wondering if you'd want to join me."

Her smile widened, and she nodded. "Sounds good. A late-night walk in the park?"

You grinned, relieved that she was up for it. "Exactly."

With a nod, Mia got up, and you made our way out of the house and towards the park. The air was cool against your skin, and the silence of the night was both soothing and eerie. Had you been alone, you might have felt a bit apprehensive, but with Mia by your side, there was an undeniable sense of calm.

The park was deserted, and the only sounds were the soft rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets. You strolled along the pathways, your conversation flowing effortlessly. You talked about everything and nothing, words carried away by the night breeze.

As you walked, you spotted the park bench up on the little hill, a spot you often visited to gaze at the stars. It felt like a quiet sanctuary, away from the noise of the world. Without a word, you made your way up the hill, the night sky spread out above you in all its glory.

You settled onto the bench, your shoulders brushing against each other. The stars shone brightly, casting a mesmerizing display across the canvas of the night. "It's beautiful," you murmured, gaze fixed on the twinkling lights.

Mia's voice was a soft echo, her tone filled with awe. "Yeah, it really is."

The silence between us held a certain weight, a shared appreciation for the moment. And then, as if guided by the stars themselves, the conversation took on a different, more intimate direction.

"I love you, Mia," I said, the words slipping from your lips as naturally as a whispering breeze. Her fingers brushed against yours, her touch gentle and reassuring.

"I love you too," she replied, her voice carrying a warmth that wrapped around your heart.

Under the blanket of stars, your connection deepened, feelings spoken aloud in the quiet of the night. The world around you faded, leaving only the two of you and the unspoken promise that this late-night walk was just the beginning of a journey taken side by side.