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Beneath the Blue Moon - Chapter 10

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Whew, it's been a while huh? I've sat on a draft of this chapter for months that I wasn't happy with because it did not match with my original plan to make it more confrontational. But I just couldn't get it there because the girls were too tired and sad to fight. What a mood.

Anywho, I'm gonna roll with this as is, though it's changing the tone of the story to be a tad bit more pensive. Expect a new poll soon for chapters 11 and 12.

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It was hard to express what she felt in words. Sylvanas was always a woman of action. Her state of being was one of action. She preferred to show her love rather than tell of it. She enjoyed fussing over finding and then giving the perfect gift. She found herself addicted to the light that would kindle in Jaina’s eyes when she showed her something new or interesting—not to mention the hitch of her breath, the keening whine that would slip past her teeth as Sylvanas showed her new pleasures in bed.

Sylvanas was simply not meant for writing flowery letters, sealed with pressed flowers and perfume, in lieu of all that. If Jaina expected as much for her, she would be sorely disappointed. Her writing skills were better utilized in direct and concise military reports. Those she could easily churn out.

Yet a letter to her soulmate was a struggle.

Clea sat swinging her legs upon the great gilded mahogany desk of the Ranger General, offering little in the way of helpful advice. “You’re quite lucky she’s stuck with you, you know.”

“Your confidence in me is truly inspiring,” Sylvanas drawled back at her.

Even her famous wit and verbal stings were a thing that needed playing off of. If Jaina were here, she could easily have her laughing her pretty little laugh within minutes, and watch as her eyes widened and an intrigued smirk formed on her lips at the continuous, rapid pace of their banter. But Jaina was not here. Her soulmate was off playing nice with the arrogant fop that was Prince Arthas Menethil, somewhere in the great pine forests of Lordaeron.

And Sylvanas was stuck here in her offices in Silvermoon, trying to write a love letter in between mountains of other paperwork. But, when all was said and done, she was quite terrible at saying how she felt. She would much rather show it.

In fact, if Jaina were here, Clea would be politely asked to leave the room so she could show it in the way she truly wanted.

Instead of pouring forth her very soul through her quill, Sylvanas was left to look toward the wrist of the arm that held it instead—to the soft glow of the soulmark that Jaina had lit for her. In her mind, Jaina was there too, a quiet presence of focused intensity. She was thinking about something. She was often thinking like this. Imagining what puzzled her today always brought a smile to Sylvanas’ face, sometimes when one wasn’t necessarily warranted from a woman who had earned a reputation as a stern but fair General.

It was then that Velonara walked in with a stack of even more reports for her, and Sylvanas knew that with her, all hope of getting her thoughts out onto paper today had left the room.

“Good afternoon Ranger General, Ranger Clea,” Velonara said with a mocking air of formality that disappeared as she slapped the stack of paper onto what little surface area of the desk remained uninhabited by other work or Clea’s backside. “Pray tell, what requires so much of your rapt attention on this fine afternoon?”

“I caught her writing to her pretty mage and decided to help,” Clea announced before Sylvanas could even try to think of an excuse. “It’s not going well.”

“Tell her she has nice tits,” was Velonara’s sage advice.

“That’s the first thing I said,” Clea informed her.

It had, indeed, been the first piece of advice Clea had given. And while true, it did not help.

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What seemed like entire lifetimes later, Sylvanas stood upon the cliffs above the twisting wreckage of stone and mana that was once Theramore, once again lacking for words.

The space between her and Jaina might as well have been filled with such cursed rubble itself. It felt just as tainted and impenetrable. A canyon miles wide—a distance too far and too treacherous to be crossed, or to even consider crossing.

But Sylvanas was here. She was here and she was whole again but dead. She was here to offer the crumbling remains of what she once was back to a woman who had become so much more than she could have ever imagined in these intervening years. Jaina was an Archmage. She was a leader of nations three times over. She had conquered and defended. She had both lost and won so much and lived to tell the tale.

All the while, Sylvanas had been dead. Walking, talking, but dead. How could she explain it all, when back in those happier times, without war and apocalypse threatening at every turn, she couldn’t even express her budding love for her pretty Kirin Tor apprentice?

Now, to the Lord Admiral of Kul Tiras, she stood like a stone, unable to speak, unable even to begin to go through the list of things she’d thought to speak on, the apologies she prepared, the explanations that had been so clear to her when she’d muttered them as she paced through the Warchief’s chambers in Orgrimmar, hours before.

“I’m—”

“If you’re about to say you’re sorry again, save it,” Jaina stopped her before the second word could even enter into existence.

Only she was very sorry. It was hard to be anything but sorry. Surely, Jaina could feel it thrumming along their bond. If Sylvanas’ heart still beat, she would likely feel that too—the panic, the deep, twisting guilt.

Even Theramore was something she could blame herself for, though it was Garrosh who used the bomb. Still, she had not stopped him. She had not risked it all to defy him. And though strategically, it would have been utterly foolish to attempt it, standing here, watching the arcane scar upon the land that was once a bustling settlement twist and rot all the more, Sylvanas felt as though she should have tried.

Had Jaina thought of that, when she chose this venue for their meeting? Had she wanted to rend more grief from her, more guilt?

It was hard for Sylvanas to say. The woman who she had once loved was just as much a thing of the past as the cocky Ranger General of Silvermoon. Jaina was just as changed by her losses, just as scarred, and just as hard to read for all of it. The setting sun and the swirling arcane mixed their glows in the white of her hair—violet and orange. She looked aflame for it, and her eyes burned too, demanding.

So Sylvanas had to think of something to answer them. Some words, though none would ever be good enough. She started with a question, “You wanted to know why I wished to meet?”

It took a moment for Jaina to offer a simple nod in return, as though she considered leaving just then, finding all this unsatisfactory. But, her feelings as they traveled over their bond spoke a different story. Sylvanas focused on these instead, taking every ounce, every fiber of the intrigue, the hesitancy, the worry, and that little shred that might be wanting.

That, she could certainly understand. She wanted nothing more than to reach out to Jaina. To hold her to her chest. To breathe in the fire of sun and magic that played on the soft white of her hair. Even her gold had been stolen from her.

“I need you, Jaina,” Sylvanas explained. “I need your support. I need you to understand that I am truthful in what I say about the Jailer, the realms of death, and that I have everything to lose for it if I’m wrong. We all do.”

She watched Jaina stiffen at this. The words took their time in washing over her, and Jaina let them echo beyond her into the wreckage, and into the sea beyond before she deigned to respond. “Surely you did not retrieve your very soul from hell then, so you say, to ask for an alliance?”

“No,” the word echoes hollow. Putting that into words does it no justice. Yes, Sylvanas sliced her soul free from the very fingers of the being who kept it prisoner. She did it for so many reasons. She did it for her freedom. She did it because she was missing a part of herself. She did it, too, for love.

But Jaina did not look at her with love. Her eyes were hard, crystalline. They too sparkled with flecks of dying sun and untamed magic.

“I did it for myself,” Sylvanas answered honestly. “And for Azeroth. The things the Jailer asked of me seemed cunning and clever in the beginning. He had a plan. He offered me what I wanted, what I needed, and did not ask for much. It all seemed so clear in the beginning. Death is a cruel and broken thing, and he would free us from it.”

That too, was difficult to explain. What could she tell Jaina of that first death of hers? Of leaping from Icecrown hoping for release—hoping for an end to the mockery of life that still preserved her, only to find terrifying nothingness, then Zovaal, looming. He showed her the unfairness of it—the loss of self, the lack of rest.

Worst of all was when she asked, pleaded, begged him to see her family again—mother, father, Lirath—to know that they were resting safely somewhere would bring her the most peace she’d known since she was alive with Jaina in her arms, listening to her bare her burdens, her loneliness since their loss. But there were no such people left for her to meet. No, Zovaal had told her, what remained of the souls that were once half of her immediate family would not know her anymore. They would not judge her for all she’d done. They would not welcome her to run with them in the great hunt, as elven mythos would often picture the afterlife. No, they were perhaps an angel with blue skin, a trickster faun, a plotting vampiric courtier, a proud gladiator, a thousand other things, or even just loose, aimless anima. The person they had once been was gone. They would not know or remember her, for better or for worse, ever again.

Anything, it had seemed, was better than enduring the cruelty of that fact, and to bear the idea that it was the same for every soul that had ever been willed into existence. To be tied so deeply to others in life—only to lose them forever in the eternity of death? It was beyond cruel. And worst of all, that part was entirely true and real, and not just one of Zovaal’s lies.

It had been easy to dwell on that. Even missing half of her soul, it had been hard to follow the agenda to put an end to it when it dragged on and on, seeming just as cruel.

It had been impossible for her to follow it any longer as it directed her to hurt Jaina.

“No doubt you heard what I explained yesterday aboard our ships. No peace awaits us in death. He had promised me a way out. His domination magic made it seem so convincing, so clear. But I began to have my doubts that it was possible, that such a solution was even what he was driving me toward. Those doubts were solidified when he asked me to raise your brother, willing or not, and turn him against you,” Sylvanas explained.

Those words, it seemed, hit home. Jaina’s eyes widened at the truth Sylvanas had otherwise not revealed.

Yes, she was her tipping point, and yes, she should know that.

“You defied this master of yours then, for Derek?” Jaina asked.

“For you,” Sylvanas told her.

The sun clung to one last sliver of the horizon, lighting the western sky to brilliance in orange and gold. Belore would abandon them soon, but perhaps it was for the best. No doubt Jaina would struggle to look upon her as she did now. Devotion and apologies alike meant little if they came from such a wretched creature as she. Her beautiful apprentice turned Archmage deserved better than a mournful corpse.

“If you’ve known all this for so long, why not come to me earlier? That’s what I don’t understand, Sylvanas,” Jaina said, seeming confused at the end by the name that fell so readily from her lips.

The words met her along with a softening in the back of her mind. It was not what Sylvanas expected, not what she rehearsed for. She prepared for Jaina to be stony-faced, civil, but enraged. She prepared for eyes that would not meet hers, not these that stared, and danced with flame and fire and want and this bone-deep desire for an understanding.

Sylvanas held up her hands, bare for the occasion, glowing soulmark on display on her wrist. “Would you have believed me? Would you have even as I explained all these things yesterday, if not for the attack that came after? You wouldn’t have, and I have given you little reason to. I doubt it would have been any different had I sailed here straight from Lordaeron, Grand Marshall Garithos’ blood still wet on my hands.”

“You don’t know that,” Jaina told her. “I grieved for you. For so long, I mourned you. You didn’t even tell me you were—” she trailed off, lacking the correct words to finish that sentence.

“Still alive? Because I wasn’t. I’m a monster. An abomination. An affront to the gods themselves. I still am, even with my soul intact,” Sylvanas reminded her. “Back then, the Alliance saw my people as nothing more than mindless zombies, temporarily bending their feeble wills away from the Lich King’s control, soon to be consumed by it once again and be made to betray them yet another time. You mean to tell me you would have thought any differently?”

“How can I answer that if you didn’t let me try?” Jaina immediately snapped back, her frustration boiling through, both in the movement of her hands and like a pot of boiling oil in the base of Sylvanas’ skull. “If you had come to me, if you had—”

“If I counted back the hours to you I have wasted, dwelling on the past, one by one, we would be here all night and another day,” Sylvanas told her. “I don’t know how you would have reacted. When, where, or why. It doesn’t matter. Could have and would have do not help us now. They do not help the people of Azeroth.”

“They did not help the people of Teldrassil either.”

Ah, there it was. Sylvanas had speculated she would have to answer for her greatest of crimes here. Really, letting the Jailer in had been the greatest, but if it were not through her, then surely it would have been some other pawn that would have taken his power to Azeroth. She just had her anger, her reasons, her vulnerability in having only half a soul to judge by.

“It was not supposed to end that way,” Sylvanas told her frankly, voice low, finding for the first time she could not look into Jaina’s eyes as the dying sun behind her was too close to the memory of the roaring flames. “And while I know it sounds no worse to say this, only one key person was meant to die that day. I left the job to Saurfang, but his odd new sense of honor let Malfurion escape. The strategy to burn the tree was the extreme alternative I was driven to, though no doubt it is what the Jailer wanted all along. That is often how it worked. I would plan something sensible, direct and discreet, it would fail, and then I would be driven to the mad answer, every time.”

The silence stretched on long enough for Sylvanas to have to look up to gauge Jaina’s reaction. She wondered if SI:7 had heard of her original plans for the invasion of Darkshore. But what did it matter? They were doomed. All of these failures, time after time, all this falling back and having to rely on desperate measures—it had all been him. The taunting hand that had held a piece of her soul had pointed her in the wrong direction only to watch her damn ever more souls to his hell in her attempts to make it right again.

The fact that Jaina seemed to be thinking on it still, her mind grinding the words down to powder, as the sun flashed one last brilliant ray behind her, sinking below the horizon, was not lost on Sylvanas. It meant that she did not know. It meant that she was trying to understand.

“Tyrande would have killed you for it all the same,” was what she finally said.

“Perhaps I may yet welcome the mercy of her blade,” was all Sylvanas could say in reply.

There was another silence, but this one ended with a bitter, short laugh against the coming dark of night. “I don’t wish to feel what it’s like to die with you again, so let’s avoid that,” Jaina offered.

There. That was something. Just as the tension dropped on the edge of her spine. In the night, Sylvanas’ wrist glowed like a guiding star. There had to be something left of this, something worth saving. Even if all she had to offer Jaina was to share her life with a dead, bitter war criminal, who had been manipulated into some of what she’d done, and had gladly chosen other transgressions without so much as an ounce of that evil influence.

“I cannot say that Zovaal is to blame for everything I’ve done. I cannot draw an exact line for you of where he ends and I began. That, I think, is the worst part of it. The terrifying part. It all made sense in some way, because that was what he wanted. I wasn’t able to see it so clearly until the day I clutched my soul in my hands. His chains did not hold me then,” Sylvanas went on.

Feeling welled up in her along with the word. Bright and bold, crisp as the cold air of winter, burning as the summer sun. The extremes of emotion save that of anger had been a foreign thing, and still were to her. She felt too raw, too new, her skin newly shed.

“If I were thinking as clearly then, or any time, as I am now, I think I would have come to you,” Sylvanas told her.

She wanted to cry. Not in the screaming, raging way she’d cried for her death and the constant struggle that followed. No, she wanted to cry because this was all just awful. She wanted to cry because it was all like a bandage ripped from a scabbing wound that would not and could not heal. The world itself was even scarred—she had seen the tip of the great hilt of the sword stuck in its side even on her flight over here.

Jaina didn’t deserve that. She didn’t deserve planet-sized swords and magic-sundered cities. Only the purple of Theramore’s arcane painted her now, and she was beautiful in it. A stunning woman if ever there was one, powerful and stern in the way she stood and thought about those words.

She deserved a lonely Ranger General, whose life she had brought light back into just by existing. She deserved warm, languid mornings in a bed draped with the finest Quel’thalan silk. She deserved to laugh and smile easily, without worrying if she could or should for the state of things. She deserved the smile that even Sylvanas could feel a thousand miles away when she read her terrible attempts at love letters. She deserved the life they were supposed to have together.

But Sylvanas supposed it was not for her to say what Jaina deserved. White-haired and once-dead herself, her heart still beat, but she knew what it was to fail, what it was to have it all come crumbling down, and to be the one picking up the pieces yet again.

All Sylvanas wanted was a chance to be a brick in that new foundation they might both build together. Anything else, well, she would just have to see.

“I don’t know how I could have helped, but I would have tried,” Jaina told her.

“I know. I should have known,” Sylvanas told her. “And I know now it’s too little too late.”

Jaina reached for her, and just as Sylvanas had done when she’d first arrived, let her hand drop empty. It was covered still by the clawed gauntlet, hiding the mark that Sylvanas knew burned beneath it. Jaina was clearly not ready to divest herself of such armor around her, nor did she blame her for such caution.

Still, she reached.

“I can’t say I didn’t wish you did this all of this much sooner, but if you were manipulated as you say, I understand how hard it must have been to do at all,” Jaina said, looking down at that hand before clenching it, the metal of the gauntlet creaking. “But know that I don’t accept that as an excuse.”

“I’m not asking you to,” Sylvanas told her. “Or anyone. I deserve far worse than Tyrande’s blade at my neck, which I’ve no doubt she still wants to deliver to me.”

Tyrande’s absence on the ships was noteworthy. Even though the ceasefire had caused all Horde forces to be removed from Darkshore, she had pursued them to the last—apparently culling them from the boat ramps and swinging ladders hanging from hovering zeppelins. When Sylvanas had posed the question of where she was to Anduin at the beginning of the summit, he’d simply shaken his head.

“I only ask that if I am to be punished, that I do so after we have defeated Zovaal, at least in some measure,” Sylvanas went on. “I will be of no use rectifying my crimes if I am to be in chains once again.”

“I fail to see how that helps any of us,” Jaina concluded. “There is no doubt in anyone’s mind you have been truthful about this, you know. Not even mine. You were correct before in saying you had everything to lose if you weren’t.”

“Delivering oneself into the hands of one's enemies spouting madness they cannot prove is not the strategy of a woman with secrets left to keep,” Sylvanas noted. “I am done with secrets. Truly. Ask of me what you want, what you need to know and I will answer. I owe you at least that, for coming to hear me out.”

Sylvanas watched as Jaina’s lips wrapped around a question, then held it in, like a sigh she did not want to allow to escape. A prayer, maybe. A complaint, perhaps. There was so much to talk about, but the moon was rising, following her ardent and fruitless pursuit of the sun. Tonight, it was only a small crescent, still regaining its form and power. But, it was waxing, not waning.

And while Jaina seemed to debate what question she should ask first, she was asking.

Her pause left Sylvanas enough time to wonder what she would ask, if Jaina were to open herself up this way.

That answer was as simple as it was impossible, really. “Did you love me?” would be what she wanted to know. Ever, at all, still? It didn’t matter. But it wasn’t a question she’d been invited to ask, or one she could give voice to even if she was. Not now, at least. Perhaps not ever.

Perhaps she might never know. Perhaps, she might have to be content with her soulmate standing at arm’s length from her, struggling to find the right words, offering only distant hope of a truce, an alliance of needs, and nothing more.

But loved or not, Sylvanas supposed that was better than the alternative. Still, Jaina was here. She’d listened.

She opened her mouth again to speak.

“Can we maybe sit a while and just, well, talk?” Jaina asked. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to hear more about this Zovaal and the Maw.”

It was something. Anything at all.

“We can talk, yes,” Sylvanas answered, as she watched Jaina sweep aside her skirts, and sit upon a nearby boulder.

She gestured to the same rock, where a flat place was left empty just beside her, waiting, inviting.

It was the closest Sylvanas had been to her—no. That wasn’t right. Jaina had reached out to her the day before, touched her skin, asked for her to meet. No more melodramatics, no more comparisons of the years and years she’d lost to death and dominance, the wrong and the right of it. These would not serve Sylvanas in her goals, her atonements. Her actions would.

Sylvanas sat next to her soulmate, and though she desperately wanted to reach out to touch her again, she held her bare hands still in her lap. She would tell Jaina everything she wanted to know, everything she was willing to hear. Sincere words were never her forte, but as a career soldier, she could report like no one’s business. If Jaina wanted a report, she’d get the report of her lifetime, so long as she was willing to listen.

And Jaina, it seemed—sitting beside her, back straight, arcane fire dancing still in her eyes and on the strands of her hair—was still listening.

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Another day, another lifetime ago, and Clea had once again perched herself on the edge of the Ranger General’s desk, legs swinging, without invitation.

“What has you grinning with your ears pointing straight to Belore like that?” she asked as she unceremoniously took up her favorite seat in all of Silvermoon.

“Would you believe me if I told you it was a report from Vereesa on supply lines?” Sylvanas offered, not looking up from the letter that was decidedly not that.

“No. Well, wait, it depends on the type of supply lines. I know you love a good artillery shipment, but maybe not that much,” Clea said.

Sylvanas huffed a laugh. While she would indeed be delighted to get some new ballistas requisitioned for the weaker points of their defensive lines on the Amani front, the likelihood of King Anasterian prioritizing that was far lower than her chances of even finding her once in a lifetime soulmate, whose letter she was actually smiling over.

Clea took this opportunity to peek for her answer and snorted her own response, “Well, I doubt Vereesa writes to you in Common, so I’d say you’re drooling over a letter from your pretty mage instead.”

“I don’t drool,” Sylvanas retorted. “But I also don’t wish to waste time lying to you. Now, Ranger, was there a purpose to your visit other than to pester me about my love life?”

“You love her then?”

Sylvanas knew that the question was meant to be teasing in nature. It was hardly meant as the existential blow that it felt like, a slap across the face that reality must be answered to.

Of course she loved Jaina. That much she knew. The truth of it was so odd though. She’d met the woman for only a week, and still knew precious little about her. Fate had decided to place them in each other’s hearts, forever bound by their souls, and while Sylvanas had relished in the idea of no longer being alone in this world, she had not done so with love in mind. Odd as it was to say, she sought her soulmate for wholeness’ sake as much as anything else really. It was a thing one did, a lifelong pursuit in the long life of an elf, one she was lucky to fulfill in her relative youth.

But yes, the answer was easy. She loved her. She loved Jaina with every fiber of her being, every steady beat of her heart, every calming reminder of their bond as Jaina’s thoughts and feelings leaked so subtly into her mind across the vast distance that separated them, and likely would for much of their lives. They were still figuring out where they would live, where they might even meet for the next time, once Jaina was finished with this silly little jaunt around Lordaeron.

She wanted Sylvanas to come to Dalaran, of course. That was the topic of this letter, apparently sent just before she left the city of mages to accompany Prince Arthas.

Sylvanas hated Dalaran, but for Jaina, she could try. That, she supposed, was what love really was, at least to her—a willingness to put all aside, grievances and gratitudes alike, just to be with someone. Even if that meant dealing with an entire city full of snooty magisters. Jaina deserved that much from her—to do as Sylvanas had done with her in Quel’thalas, and take her to meet her friends, to eat at her favorite restaurants, to see the things and people and places that were important to her.

It was all so strange how this worked with soulmates. It felt like doing love in reverse. The deep, unfathomable bond was there already, but Sylvanas didn’t know what wine Jaina liked best yet, or what she would do to cheer herself up or clear her mind when she was feeling weary of the world and its trials. She didn’t know her favorite color. She didn’t know what animal she’d most often pretend to be when playing make-believe growing up.

Sylvanas, of course, had been a fearsome lynx in her childhood games. What animals were even so prevalent in Kul Tiras for Jaina to assume their imaginary form in her play? Sylvanas didn’t know. She almost jotted down a note to herself to find a natural atlas of the island nation to familiarize herself with the possibilities, but remembered that Clea was there, now looking strangely at her as Sylvanas hadn’t responded in her musing.

“Of course I do,” she answered.

Because she did. She loved Jaina Proudmoore, and was looking forward to spending the rest of whatever time the gods might allow them to have together to get to know her, however and whenever she could.

#sylvanas windrunner #jaina proudmoore #sylvaina #fanfic #beneath the blue moon #sorry for sitting on this for months but the struggle is real

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browneyedartist01 · 12 days

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My thoughts during the final hour of acomaf:

(Bare in mind that I notched up the speed to 1.5 then 1.75, and these thoughts are not in order)

-"You don't need proof that it works, I'm proof that it works-"

Weren't you made by high lords?

-"I will destroy your court."

And I will hate you. More so than I already do

-"He held out his hand like I was some pet."

"Come home."

My thoughts:

"Come home with me."

"Who are you?"

"The man whose gonna marry you, I'm Orpheus."

"Who am I?"

"Eurydice, *laughs* the girl who makes me wanna sing, the women I'm marrying."

-Why dose the evil man sounds like a radio announcer?

-Lucian really setting the bar higher already in how to care for your mate, as expected. (Go little Rock star)

-He broke through the bounds that a high lord couldn't break through just to go to her?!?!

-And he gave her his coat to cover her??

-"There were different kinds of torture I realized, there was ones I went through, what Rhys went through and then this."

Yeah, now you know how Tamlin felt utm.

- Did Nesta just give the evil king the middle finger? Ew, sarah cringe stop it.

-Cassian just keep dying sweetie, don't touch Nesta.

-Nesta be nice to your future brother in law.

- Freye unlocked a new power, somehow.

-Cheesy, this is all so cheesy.

- "his green eyes met mine, the sorrow and tenderness in them was the most hideous thing I've ever seen."

Wow, ok...

-Tamlin acting like Ryhsand though with Tamlin it's justified/understandable

- *me counting down the final 22 minutes while freye is dying*

-"I nerely gagged on his scent."

Freye darling, I get your upset about his deal with evil king. But he literally tried to save your sisters, stop being so dramatic.

- "my family."

It's been 3 months girly.

- "Tamlin ignored Lucian, so I did too."

Sums up Freye and Lucain's friendship

-Of course all the queens' want is eternal youth,

- Lucian naturally being the smartest one in the room.

-Noooo, not Ryhsand pov. 😭 this better not be the last 17 minutes.

-Holy crap, I just realized how similar this ending is to season 2 of lore olympus ending.

-Don't worry, the bat boys plot armor is thick. Sarah loves you monsters too much.

-Mor don't rip out the arrow it will only make it worse.

-Ryhsand please think, do you really think Tamlin would actually partner with evil king? He didn't even trust evil fae women when she first appeared, what makes you think he would actually help him beyond getting freye back?

-"she is my mate, my wife, the high lady of the night court."

BANG, CRASH A LIGHTING BLAST! (no joke there was thunder after he said this in the dramatized version)

I have 2 thoughts on this one:

1. There was a fan theory during the court trial in lore olympus (persephone was on trail for mass murder, long story) where hades and persephone got married before the trail started because at one point he called her his wife. This wasn't the case because she was 20 and he was in his 2000 (aka 40's) Idk if Rachel was a fan of acotar and wanted to steal from it (since acomaf was released in 2016 and the trial was released in 2020) but because people guessed it she dropped it. Idk that's just a my own theory.

2. How can she be the high lady when the mother is the one to give out titles? Do you realize what you just start Ryhsand? This could lead to more war against the more religious courts, this could lead to the end of the night court if the mother finds out... oh wait, this is acotar. Not real high fantasy, there's no real religious world building.

-"I've forgotten how quiet it was here, how small, how empty"

You do this every time freye, anytime your some where "better" you always just stick your noise up at your old home.

-Freye acting high and mighty towards Tamlin as if she wouldn't had praised Ryhsand for doing the same thing.

- Lucian, you are truly the best character.

-"My sister mate, the mother did indeed seem to have a sense of humor."

What do you mean? He would be a great mate. But then again you're suffering because of it...which makes it so much better.

- "as if he could do that to anyone."

But- but he did freye. And tbh I think he would have done worse to you if he deemed it necessary.

-Freye is really giving evil queen vibes. I wish I could enjoy it, but I know sarah is going to make her the "hero"

And that's it, Thank Saints.

#acomaf #it's done #sjm critical #acotar #acotar critical #anti feysand #freye #feysand critical #pro tamlin #pro elucien #tamlin #pro lucien vanserra

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Arm Candy Yelena Belova x Yelena Belova (withlots of Kate x Yelena angst) Wordcount: ~3000 Tags: light angst, wandanat wedding, background bishova Warnings: smut, selfcest, oral sex Link on AO3

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Yelena should have been thrilled.

"You're getting married?!" Her sister Natasha had been dating Wanda Maximoff for a few years, and if the announcement was to be believed, they were finally tying the knot. Yelena wanted to show nothing but joy for Nat in that moment... but it was hard to suppress the look of terror that crept across her face.

Nat was utterly bemused. "I know it's a big change, but c'mon Yel, I thought you'd at least be a little happy for us..."

"No, no Natasha, I am happy for you," Yelena tried to explain before swallowing her pride and admitting the root cause of her panic. She could feel the tears beginning to swell. "But weddings mean parties, Natasha, and parties mean that you and Wanda will invite all of your friends. Including," she choked back the upswell in her chest. "Including Kate Bishop."

Nat nodded. "Oh, I see..." She knew about Yelena and Kate — everyone did, at this point. Their breakup had been messy, and recent. The emotions were undoubtedly still raw.

"No, you don't," Yelena continued. "Because Kate will bring a date, Natasha, I know she will. And I won't be ready for that. AT ALL."

The weeks that followed were uneasy for the blonde Black Widow. Through the grapevine, Yelena was able to confirm that yes, indeed, Kate had made the guest list. Wanda had insisted and Nat didn't post much of an objection. And yes, once the dust had settled, it did seem that Kate was bringing a plus-one. Yelena re-entered full panic mode.

"Then I won't go," she said from Nat's couch, after a late-night visit to vent. "Plain and simple."

"You're coming to my wedding," Natasha countered flatly. "Just bring a date to make Kate jealous."

"Who?!" Yelena sounded hysterical. "Who on EARTH could make Kate Bishop jealous. She's literally the most beautiful, perfect human, Natasha. The only person she'd be jealous of is me, and I'm the person she dumped!"

Nat tried to collect her thoughts for a counter, but she could see the glint in Yelena's eye. It looked maniacal. "Wait," Natasha asked cautiously, "What are you cooking up, Yelena?"

Yelena grinned. "The perfect idea. Call Wanda."

What followed was a many-hours-long brainstorm between Yelena and Wanda about the "perfect" scheme. Wanda was truly happy to be included. She had been looking for any possible way to bond with Nat's adoptive sister, so was very open to at least humor Yelena's ideas. Possibly more than Nat was comfortable with.

When Yelena and Wanda were finally ready, they updated Natasha on the genius new plan. "You're going to bring who as a date?!" Nat couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Myself," Yelena nodded. "Have you not been listening, Natasha? Wanda is going to conjure me a clone and I'll take myself to the wedding. We'll pretend that it's an ultimate act of self-love, or some shit like that, but really, it's just going to drive Kate Bishop off the wall!"

Wanda was nodding along. "I think it's a beautiful idea, Yelena. Really."

Nat rolled her eyes. "How is that going to make Kate jealous?"

Yelena seemed excited to explain the details for the umpteenth time. "Because it'll be me with me, Natasha! Two mes. Dancing and flirting and in acting love with each other. Kate won't be able to take her eyes off of us."

Nat glanced at Wanda for support before bringing her gaze back to Yelena in bewilderment. "And you want that?"

"What? No," Yelena said like it was obvious. "I don't want to be in love with myself, but I do want Kate to think that I am. And it'll be worth it, just to see the look on her face. And then we'll get back together." Yelena punctuated the thought with a nod. It seemed, despite Natasha's concerns, that the idea had been settled.

Nat kept rolling her eyes for the next two months, but quite frankly, it was nice to see Yelena finally excited about something for the first time in eons. She had energy and optimism again. She seemed like her old self.

And most importantly, Yelena was finally excited for the wedding. Nat didn't want to squash these feelings, but she was still worried that the scheme was going to somehow end in disaster. It seemed far too twisted to go smoothly.

When she went with Yelena to help her pick out a dress, it felt like Nat's final chance to talk some sense into her younger sister.

"So, you're still going through with it? The whole 'dating yourself' thing?"

Yelena nodded emphatically, picking out her next dress to try on. "Yes. It's a brilliant plan. And I've been speaking with Wanda — lovely girl, by the way, I can see why you like her — and she's mastered the conjuration spell. She says it'll really be two of me, both of us indistinguishable from the real Yelena. This will go off perfectly."

Nat forced a fake smile, "Great." Yelena shut the curtain in the dressing room. Nat had to speak up. "And when is this 'cloning' going down?"

"Right before," Yelena shouted back. "Obviously. I don't want to have to get my hair done twice, Natasha. Use your brain."

"Of course. So which one of you will give the toast?"

"We're doing it together, both of us," Yelena spoke like the answers were clear. Like she was making perfect sense. "That's how I've written it, at least."

Nat rested her forehead in her palms. Was she the only person in the world who saw this plan as utterly insane? "You still have time to find a real date, Yelena. I could set you up with people. Nice, hot people. Maybe you'd actually like them—"

"—I don't want to like them," Yelena stepped from the changing area. She was wearing a low-cut satin dress that caught the light in ripples of cyan and green. She looked stunning. "I don't want to date anyone other than Kate. And once I make her boil over with envy, she and I will be fine again. Besides, I need her to believe it when she sees me attracted to somebody else, and I don't think I could fake that with a random person." Yelena turned to look at herself in the mirror, turning to the side to check out the dress from all possible angles.

"And you're planning to act that way with another you, Yel. Doesn't that sound... awful?"

Yelena paused as she checked herself out in the mirror. "If I'm wearing this dress and looking this good... I can manage," she smirked over her shoulder at Nat. "I think this is the one."

Nat didn't give up. Even after Yelena had bought the dress and the two were grabbing coffee. "But, like, Yel," Nat was ready to pull our her hair by this point, "You're you. How believable can this really be?"

"I've thought of that," Yelena responded flatly. "Weird at first, but I've come to terms with my limits. I'm okay with flirting, dancing, making out, all of it. It might be good, actually, in a weird way."

Natasha nearly spat out her drink. "Kate is going to think you might actually sleep with yourself if you act that way."

"You're right," Yelena looked to Nat earnestly, "She might think it, but I need to her to believe it for certain. We should probably go further," Yelena took out a pad and pencil and began jotting down some notes. "We should probably actually hook up. Maybe in a public place, where Kate will find us." She stroked her chin, "Would I be okay going down on myself? Yes, I think so."

At that, Natasha got up and left the table. She wasn't mad at Yelena, and the blonde knew it, but this plan had spiraled far out of Natasha's comfort zone. "I wish you the best," she shouted back to Yelena, "But this is all on you when shit hits the fan."

By the time the wedding approached, Yelena was on pins and needles. Her nerves about seeing Kate at the party were bursting at the seams, but Yelena knew her plan could work if she gave it her all. The day of the wedding she headed to the venue early to get herself ready, making sure all the details of her outfit, hair, makeup, everything was picture perfect. She was her own date, after all — she needed to look amazing. Twenty minutes before showtime, Wanda knocked on her door.

"Are you ready, Yelena?" Wanda was already in her gown. She looked stunning.

Yelena hugged her, thanked her, and the incantation began.

Just minutes later, Yelena strut outside and towards the awaiting venue, hand in hand with a flawless, indiscernible duplicate of herself.

"People are staring," Yelena whispered to the clone.

"I think that's sort of the point," the other Yelena smiled back. It was true — the number of guests that seemed bewildered at Yelena's "appearance" was growing second by second.

"Just smile and wave," one whispered and tightened her hand around the others. It felt comforting to know she could trust this new partner implicitly and wholly. "You see Kate yet?"

"Mhmm," the other replied and nudged Yelena to look subtly to their left. Kate was there all right, looking stunning in a violet suit, her jaw dropped to the floor at the sight of the two Yelenas. They waved in sync. "I think this might actually work."

The ceremony was beautiful; Wanda and Nat exchanged heartfelt vows in both English and Sokovian, with Natasha struggling adorably through the latter. Yelena teared up — both of her.

They had largely lost sight of Kate during the rest of the ceremony and during cocktail hour, but every so often one Yelena would spot her through the crowd, gawking at the duo. Yel would promptly hold hands with the clone, or sneak a hug around her hips, or a forced flirty giggle, step by step to help sell the illusion of romance. It wasn't as weird as she had thought it might be. In fact, she was finding it fun — she was less inhibited than she had ever been around other people.

Once time for the reception came around, the two Yels stood to give their toast — just as she had rehearsed it in the mirror, the two trading lines, leaning into some witty back-and-forth, and of course ending with her favorite line of all, spoken in tandem: "For us, it took learning to love ourselves to realize how true your love is, Natasha and Wanda. Cheers to a beautiful marriage."

They raised their glasses for a collective cheers. The room clapped. Yel leaned towards the clone. "Kiss me."

"What?" She was taken aback by the whisper. "Now?"

"Kiss me. Kate is watching us. This will be perfect."

The Yelenas leaned in and made it a show — not too over the top, mind you, they still weren't supposed to be the center of attention. But it felt reel, sweet, and organic. It didn't last long before the two returned to their seats.

"Not too bad," one smirked at the other. "I'm a good kisser."

"Yes I am," the other gave her hand a squeeze before catching a glimpse of violet out of the corner of her eye. Yelena had been the last toast of the evening, and guests were all being prompted to stand, mingle, and head to the dance floor — an opportunity which Kate Bishop was taking to approach the duo at their table.

Half out of fear, and half out of planned tactics, Yelena reached for the clone and pulled her into another, deeper, more passionate liplock. "Mmm," she moaned into the others lips.

Each closed their eyes and made the most of the moment, letting their lips part naturally and their tongues mingle in the space between them. It was a slow, patient, lingering kiss — and by the time the two finally parted and scanned the room, Kate Bishop was nowhere to be scene.

"That was something," Yel whispered through a smile. "But if that won't convince her that we're happy like this—"

"—Nothing will," the other finished the thought. "Come on, let's dance."

The rest of the night felt like a blur. The drinks flowed liberally, with Natasha and Wanda each — separately, and on multiple occasions, prompting the Yelenas into shots of tequila. Kate seemed to be out of their hair for now, so Yelena took the chance to just enjoy herself (herselves?) and have fun with the party. They drank, they danced, the flirted, they talked. It was amazing how much she had to say to herself of all people, despite the two sharing a brain and a lifetime of memories.

It didn't feel like a ruse anymore. It just felt good for them to relax and enjoy each other. But of course, the ruse wasn't to be abandoned, not fully. Not yet.

"Are you ready?" One finally whispered to the other as the evening was entering its final leg. She winked.

The other Yel nodded. "Eyes on Kate?" The two scanned the room and found her, drinking awkwardly next to her date. She was barely keeping it together. "Let's do this."

Hand in hand, the two Yelenas took a roundabout path to leave the dance-floor and exit the tent, making sure to pass safely within Kate's periphery. They had scouted out this location earlier in the day: it was a shadowy corner of the lawn behind the party, backed against a wall of ivy. Yelena pinned the double against the ivy and kissed her.

"This is going to be something else," she whispered passed the clone's lips. "Keep an eye out for Kate. Are you ready?"

"Yes," the other Yelena whispered back. "Are we both okay with this?"

They nodded, and smiled. One Yelena dropped to her knees. "I've sort of been looking forward to this..." she cooed, hiking up the bottom of the other's dress. She leaned in slowly to kiss the other woman's thighs, left to right, one after another. "Our skin is so soft, Yelena."

"I love hearing you say our name," the other giggled. "No sign of Kate, by the way. Not yet."

"Do you want me to slow down?"

"No," she answered truthfully.

"Good," Yelena whispered against the others thigh. She brought her hands up to the hem of her panties and started to pull them down. "This is so fucked up..." She almost laughed out the whisper of the words. "We look good down here, Yel," she cooed as the panties were dropped to her ankles. "And I know we've always wondered how we taste."

The movement started slow and cautious — not for a lack of enthusiasm or curiosity, but simply to let the moment be savored by both parties. Yelena (the one standing) gasped and brought a hand down to cup the blonde hair of her twin below her. She struggled to keep her eyes open, but in that moment, she was glad she hadn't fully lost her senses. "She's here. Kate's here," she whispered. Sure enough, the archer had taken the bait, approaching from the distance.

The other Yelena took it as a signal for the show to begin, and it better be convincing. She opened her mouth and traced her tongue up the slit of the clone's pussy, hearing the other woman gasp and muffle a scream — "Yelena!" — before continuing with more fervor. She brought two hands up to cup the other woman's bare ass, pulling her flesh closer against her lips.

"I'm such a cutie," she whispered against the other woman's folds, "And I know exactly what makes me tick." She dove in for one final flourish before the sensation overwhelmed the clone; Yelena could feel her shaking, climaxing through every inch of her body. She didn't stand immediately, opting instead to rest her forehead against the woman's thigh and give her a moment to catch her breath.

"She saw us, Yel," were the first words Yelena could muster between breaths. "Fucking perfect. She saw us. It couldn't have gone better."

The other Yelena stood slowly, smiling face to face with the other. "Really?"

The first nodded. "She'll come right back into our arms, I don't have a fragment of a doubt. Not after seeing us like that."

"Come on," the other offered a hand. "Looks like our work here is done."

Accommodations for wedding guests were scattered all around town in various hotels, but being a part of the bridal party, Yelena was staying just a short walk away from the reception. The two could hear the party winding down behind them as the DJ asked everyone to give a final cheers to the new brides. The Yelenas smiled and chatted about the ceremony as they made the short walk back to their hotel room. By all accounts, it really was a beautiful and perfect evening. They passed by a catering cart where one Yel snagged an unopened bottle of champaign. "To celebrate a successful scheme," she laughed.

The duo made it back to their small hotel room and shut the door behind them. "Do you have the time?"

The other checked her phone. 11:09PM. She and Wanda had run through the nuances of the magic down to the lat detail. The clone would last until midnight. "About 50 minutes," she replied, intuiting why the other Yelena had asked. She popped the bottle and took a swig. "To us."

The other smiled and reached for the bottle, following suit. "To us." It felt weird to say goodbye to herself, but after such a wonderful time — emotionally, physically, everything — Yelena was catching herself feeling like this scheme had impacted her more than she initially thought.

Yes, the two had put on a show for Kate, but there was something deeper here.

"You feel it too?" The other asked.

"What?"

"That there's something more between us than just acting like we're fake in love to get Kate back."

The other nodded. For 50 more minutes, it didn't make any sense to lie to herself. "So, what do we do now?"

Yelena smiled. "I still owe you one, don't I?" She took a coy step towards her clone. "You got me off in spectacular fashion, I'd like to return the favor."

Her double blushed. "Kate's not here. Nobody's watching. There's no reason to put on a show." She knew these were all half-truths. It was correct that there was no reason to act like the two were in love with each other, not anymore, but Yelena also knew that her clone felt it too. The spark between them.

"I know," she whispered before closing the distance between them for another kiss. "Let's make this time just for us."

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On the Road, Just the Two of Us

Chapter Eight: At Our Destination, Not Just the Two of Us

Masterpost | First | Previous | Ao3

Summary: This was written for @dukeceit-week-2024, @dukeceitweek

Janus and Remus are living in a campervan at the moment. Are they going somewhere? Who knows. The only thing that’s important is that they’re together.

Content Warnings: Flirting, Kissing, Bickering between the twins

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“I don’t want this to end,” Remus admitted quietly.

“I know, darling.” Janus didn’t look over at his boyfriend, too focused on the GPS that told him they were only five minutes away from their destination.

“Can’t we just drive past and keep going?”

“No, dear. It was fun and I loathe to admit I wouldn’t mind if this trip was longer, but we need to go back at some point. I can only take off time from work for so long and we do still need the money. Even if we were to live like this full time. I don’t think I’d enjoy it on a permanent basis, actually.”

Remus sighed, leaning heavily into his seat.

“Yeah, I know. Me too, actually. I can’t sculpt like this. Or paint on the scale I’d like. I know it’s for the best, but still… I don’t wanna deal with the responsibilities again.”

“I cannot relate to that at all.” Janus moved his hand to Remus’ thigh and squeezed. “It’s going to be fine. You focus on your art and let me deal with all the annoying paperwork and bills.”

“You’re gonna be busy again,” Remus accused, though it was in a lighter tone. He was indeed upset at that fact, but he also knew that it was necessary.

“Yes. That’s probably not going to change for a long while.”

“I know. It sucks ass.”

“It does.”

The GPS announced the last turn they would have to make before they’d reach their destination at the end of the road.

“We’ll find the time to do something like this again, promise,” Janus said. “Not every year, not even every other year but we’ll do it again.”

“I’ll cut you if we don’t.”

“Sounds fair.”

They drove the last stretch of their journey in silence, just enjoying each other’s company and reflecting on the past three month on their own.

It had been the most freeing time in Janus’ life.

He was going to miss it.

He pulled the van into a free parking spot outside a lovely, old hotel. The location of the wedding.

“Are you ready?” he asked Remus. His boyfriend huffed.

“One last thing.” Remus pulled Janus over to him, practically lifting him from the driver’s seat and onto his lap, before sealing their lips together. It was unusually sweet for him, no tongue involved.

They parted a few minutes later.

“Now I’m ready,” Remus grinned and Janus chuckled.

“Then let’s go.” He leaned over to grab the keys from the ignition before climbing out of Remus’ lap and out of the passenger door. Remus followed after him, but not without commenting on how good his butt looked.

“There you are! Finally!” The car door wasn’t even closed behind them before Roman was stalking over to them, looking close to furious. “Do you have any idea what time it is? You were supposed to be here yesterday!”

“What a nice welcome,” Janus commented dryly, causing Remus to burst out in giggles and Roman to glare at him.

“Sorry, Ro-bro, but we got turned around.”

“Oh, really?” Roman asked, obviously not convinced, his arms crossed.

“No, he saw a flyer for a carnival and begged me to go.”

“It was super fun, I almost puked on one of their rides! So worth it.”

“I cannot believe you two! A carnival, really?! The rehearsal dinner for your wedding is in two hours! Two hours! And you both look like you haven’t showered in a week!”

“Don’t be dramatic, it was only five days.” Roman groaned and Remus smiled at him, delighted by his annoyance.

“I do not know why you didn’t get a better van! One with a shower! Janus is a lawyer for goodness’ sake, you could’ve easily afforded it!”

“Yeah, but that wasn’t the aesthetic we were going for!”

“I am so going to strangle you!”

“Oh, look, the grooms finally made it,” a new voice commented, and Janus turned to see that Virgil, his best man, had joined them. “Roman was going up the walls since yesterday, it was hilarious to watch.”

“I can’t imagine that at all.” Janus smirked. “You seem quite calm though. Usually you would be right there with him, worrying your pretty little head off about everything.” Virgil elbowed him in the arm for that and rolled his eyes.

“Why would I stress myself out about your wedding? You already paid for all of this, so it’s not like it would’ve been a loss for me if you didn’t end up showing. Plus, I know the two of you, of course nothing here would go to plan, especially since Roman did most of the planning. I was sure you’re going to turn up late, if just to spite him. Hell, I wouldn’t put it past you to have arrived here like two days ago and you’ve just stayed in the van ten minutes from here until you could be fashionably late. I’m more surprised you showed up for the rehearsal at all. Second plus, Logan’s been weirdly insistent that you’d be here around this time. I think Remus has been texting him updates.”

“Why should we put so much effort into a wedding Roman wanted more than us? We would have been fine with getting an officiant into our backyard during a barbeque. He insisted on something more ‘meaningful.’” Janus rolled his eyes and Virgil snickered.

“He and his high standards. Anyway, let’s get you inside and under a shower. You reek.”

“Why, thank you Virgil, for telling me that so politely.”

“Fuck off and just come along.”

They started off towards the hotel, closely followed by the twins that were still arguing.

“And what the hell was that text about sunflowers in the bouquet?” Roman huffed, still rather worked up. “You can’t expect me to change that on such short notice! And they would have clashed with the other colors, plus they stand for platonic affection, not romantic!”

“The fuck you mean ‘short notice?’ I asked you about that two and a half months ago!”

“Yes, way too late! I added some sunflowers to the decorations but not the bouquet.”

“Wow, thank you for your sacrifice.”

They continued to bicker like that the entire way. When they reached the entrance to the hotel, Virgil pulled the door open and held it for them all to pass. Janus let the twins go first, since Roman seemed about to explode if he didn’t get Remus ready immediately. Janus watched them disappear further into the building when Virgil lightly shoved his shoulder with his own.

“So, you ready to get married?” he asked.

Janus watched Remus laugh loudly and pulling his brother into a hug and he smiled.

“I was ready to marry him years ago.”

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This is the end of the story! Thank you all so much for reading, reblogging, tagging and commenting 💛💚

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Tolerate It – Taylor Swift

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

Trigger warning: toxic relationship / mention of revenge porn and eating disorder.

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life

Five years ago – Vancouver

Lyanna looks everywhere, trying to register every single detail her gaze feal upon. It’s her first day on the set of Fire and Blood. She’s already met her castmates and rehearsed with them but being here, with all the lights and cameras, all the people working behind the scenes to make the magic happen: it amazes her. She is like a kid in stores around Christmas time.

Playing Laura Emmet, a young girl who is supposed to be human but has a few special abilities, is going to be her big break she can feel it. She is so excited to start filming.

Fast forward to four months later and it’s a wrap on season one of Fire and Blood. All the cast members as well as the directors and some people from the team are in a nice restaurant to celebrate. They all laugh together and it’s overall like a big family. Lyanna is talking and joking with Amy Holland who plays her best friend in the series and James Barton wo plays her love interest. She has a crush on him, ever since they met when they had their chemistry test during the auditioning process. She is a little tipsy but not enough to make the first move. Amy, who knows perfectly what is going on in her friend’s head, pulls her aside.

“Come on girl, just go for it! You’re so obvious.”

“Well not enough apparently, he didn’t try anything. Maybe he is just not interested.”

“You won’t know if you don’t try!”

And indeed she tries.

Fire and Blood is a tremendous success. Beyond what could have been expected. Lyanna and James quickly become Hollywood’s new favorite couple. They are so in love it’s sickening. They are this couple who loves posting pictures of each other, who are doing everything together all the time and for a lot of people, they are the physical embodiment of soulmates. Everyone is sure they are endgame. And Lyanna thinks so too. She is eighteen, James is twenty. He is most of her first times. First serious relationship, first time, first person she wants to call when something good or bad happens to her. He quicky became her whole world to the point she isolated herself from her friends and family. Everything revolves around James.

She loves waking up in the morning with him by her side. She loves going to work with him. Working on season two of Fire and Blood is a lot of pressure. The expectations are high but Lyanna doesn’t care, she has her boyfriend, the love of er life by her side. Nothing can go wrong. They are dating for almost a year now and nothing has changed, they love each other just like the first day. At least, that’s wat she feels. She noticed some slight changes in James’ behavior: like he gets jealous more often, especially since she seems to get more attention from the fans and the media and sometimes, he feels left out. But Lyanna still thinks it’s cute: his jealousy. It shows that he cares for her.

They are celebrating the wrap up of Fire and Blood season 2 in the same restaurant where they did or the first season. But the atmosphere is not the same. Lyanna got a big proposition to be the new face of Dior. She was so excited to announce it to James. But unfortunately his enthusiasm doesn’t match hers. They are fighting outside the restaurant and Lyanna is crying. She doesn’t understand.

“You do realise that this means that you are going to attend a lot of events with them and for them. And did you think about me? About our relationship? You should have told me.”

“That’s what I’m doing, James…”

“No. You’re informing me. You’ve already made up your mind. And that’s fucking selfish. You are throwing away a year and a half of our relationship. And for what? To play the Barbie to a fucking luxury brand?”

“It’s an amazing opportunity James.”

“You know what else is an opportunity, Lyanna? Me going to see other girls. They are a lot of them tonight. Why should I stay with you when at the first chance you get you leave me. I can do the same. Many girls are throwing themselves at me and because I love you and respect you, I always refuse. But why should I, hum, when you are acting selfish?”

She ended up turning down Dior. She loves James more than a stupid contract. She doesn’t want to lose him. To avoid the history repeating itself like its fateful night, now every single thing she wants to do, she asks him first. Because in her mind that’s what a good girlfriend is supposed to do. And just like that she is isolating herself even more, to the point where even her family has a hard time reaching her. They tried to warn her about James, that the relationship wasn’t healthy, that she should leave him. They are scared for her. But Lyanna loves him too much. Her family doesn’t know him like she does, they have no right to judge him. So she started to answer their phone calls less and less.

3 years ago – London

They bought an apartment in London. In fact, it’s James that bought it for them. It was a big step in the relationship but since they were already together pretty much every day, all day, it just make things official. She is almost twenty one and she is still so in love. But lately she noticed that James is drifting away. One day she saw the models that he was liking on Instagram and wen she confronted him about it, he simply said:

“Yeah well, I like the way they look. It doesn’t mean anything. If you feel insecure because of that that’s not my problem Lyanna.”

She was naïve and she desperately wanted to have his attention. Just like it was at the beginning when he could not keep his hands to himself around her and was whispering sweet nothings in her ear every chances he got. So she started to exercise more and eat less. A few months later she was only a shell of what she used to be.

And still it was not enough.

The final blow came a late September. She was out to meet her agent who wanted to have a very boring talk about her salary expectations for the season three of Fire and Blood. She was going to have a raise. It made her happy but her part of her was dreading to announce it to James, not knowing how he would react to her now being paid more than him.

But nothing could have prepared her to what she saw when she stepped inside their shared appartement. When she opens the door, what immediately hits her is the smell of bacon coming rom the kitchen. What could be perceived as a nice surprise makes her, in reality, feel sick in the stomach. James is vegan and she hates bacon, something that he knows perfectly well.

It's when she approaches the kitchen that her worst fears are confirmed. A young woman is standing in front of the oven, only wearing a tee-shirt, one Lyanna knows all too well well since she bought it for James’s birthday two years ago. Her hair are wet, she used the shower. She is to stunned to speak, her brain trying to process the information. She finally makes a move when the door of the bedroom opens and James comes out, wearing only comfy pants, his hair wet as well. That’s the extra push she needs to finally speak.

“Am I interrupting something?”

It startles the two cheaters.

“Lyanna? Fuck, I thought your meeting would run for way longer.”

“I bet you did. Who is your guest? Care to introduce me.”

“No need, the blond girl finally speak totally unbothered. You’re James’s girlfriend.”

“So you do know he has a girlfriend.”

“Alice, can you leave us please.”

The so-called Alice exits the room before picking up her stuff and leaving the place not without miming to James to call her.

“How long?”

“How long what?”

“Don’t play stupid James! How long are you cheating on me for?”

He remains calm as Lyanna starts to feel tears rolling down her cheeks wile James was looking down on her, not even remorseful.

“Come on Lyanna, you can’t seriously think that I would stay faithful to you? I’m twenty three, I’m young, I’m famous, I’m rich and I’m good looking, you can’t expect me to stay loyal to you. Not when there are so many opportunities around me.”

“You could have just broken up with me instead of throwing away three years of my life. I love you James… I can’t believe it. That’s not you, that’s not the man I fell in love with.”

“And I loved you. At some point I guess when we started dating. But wat I once felt for you died a long time ago.”

“Why did you stay then? Explain it to me!”

“Because it made us look good. People love us together. They are stupid enough to buy our perfect couple story. If I broke up with you, it’s a loose -loose for both of us Lyanna. You really think that you can exist on your own? List me one time where you made the headline on your own. Where I wasn’t being mentioned. You can’t. People don’t like Lyanna Michel on her own. They like James Barton and Lyanna Michel, the power couple. If you sink, I sink too.”

“You are wrong.”

Her voice is broken, she is holding back so as not to break down in front of him. His words are cruel, his gaze cold and his face inexpressive.

“I missed so many opportunities because I believed your words, because I didn’t want to lose you, because I trusted you. I lost friends, I barely speak to my family. All that because I thought that you loved me and because I wanted to spend my life with you. I thought they could not understand. I protected you. And for what? What do I have left?”

“Well too bad for you. I never asked you to do those things. It’s all your fault Lyanna if you are alone now.”

She couldn't bear to stay another minute in that bloody flat. She stomps off to the bedroom, takes out a suitcase and stuffs a few things into it. She has to leave. To where? She has no idea, but she has to get away from here. Away from him.

“Where are you going? You can’t seriously think of leaving?”

“Oh yes, I can. I won’t stay here wit you. We’re done James. Forever.”

Her words seems to shake him. His gaze hardens and he grabs her violently by the elbow as she walks through the bedroom door, dragging her suitcase as best she can.

“If you go through that door, you'll regret it, Lyanna. I'm not joking, I’ll make you life like hell. You think you can just leave me, after everything I've given you? This flat? It's mine, you've got nowhere else to go. What about shooting the show? Have you thought about that? Do you really want to throw it all away over a domestic quarrel?”

“I'm going to tell the truth, to the production team, to my agent, to the press if I have to, but I'm not going to let you manipulate me. I don’t want to see you ever again.”

She pulled away from him and went through the door.

When James said that he would make her life like hell, she did not believe him. But she quickly changes her mind when she gets a phone call from her agent early in the morning, a few weeks later.

“Pictures leaked in the press Lya.”

“What pictures?”

“Intimate ones.”

It takes her a while to understand what that means. And then she made the mistake of opening her social networks. Her private messages are flooded with insults. Photos of her in compromising positions jump out at her. She just doesn't get it. She doesn't know where they're coming from. She's never taken any. She explained this to her agent, who replied that she was doing her best to minimise the damage. And the more she looks at the photos, the more she understands. She recognises James's flat. Could he have been vicious enough to take photos of her without her knowing? It seems perverse and sick and twisted and wrong, but after all, does she really know him? She wonders.

And just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, a video surfaced. A video of her and James having sex. And the media machine goes into overdrive. Radio, television, newspapers, social networks, they're all having a field day making her out to be something she's not. A slut. The comments are making her sick. It's violent. She can no longer leave her house without being mobbed by the paparazzi. She feels guilty. How could she not realise that she was being filmed without her knowledge or consent? Shame overwhelms her. And soon her agent tells her that season three of Fire and Bood will be the last. Faced with the scale of the scandal, the channel decided to cancel it. What had made her the happiest woman in the world three years ago turns into a nightmare. She dreads the day when she has to return to filming.

As expected, the shoot was hellish. The atmosphere is tense and it's no surprise to anyone when the critics come out and describe the final season as a shipwreck. It can't be any other way when the two main actors can't be in the same room as each other. James barely spoke to her, just to ask if she'd had a good few months since the break-up and if she'd enjoyed his little surprise.

That year, Lyanna is a shadow of her former self. She barely eats or goes out. All the unwanted attention she receives gnawed at her insides. So she disappeared. She closes her social networks and leaves London to return to France, to her mother's house, to recover. As the months goes by, she steps away from Hollywood to concentrate on smaller projects that don't attract many people to the cinemas, but that allows her to regain confidence in herself and in her work.

So when Steven Spielberg contacts her agent to offer her a role in his next film, Lyanna hesitates. She isn't keen on returning to the violence of the business, and is terrified at the thought of doing it all over again. But her passion for art takes over and she can't refuse. Who would say no to Steven Spielberg?

But her experiences have taught her one thing: she will never again let a man be so important in her life. And never again will she go out with someone famous. It's nothing but trouble. As for trusting anyone, never again. She would rather be alone than badly accompanied.

And then Monaco arrived. And with it, a neighbour she finds hard to stay away from.

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writernopal · 9 months

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🏴‍☠️ This is your Captain speaking 🏴‍☠️

So I thought I'd make a little post to encompass some important updates and some changes that you'll probably notice around the old blog in the next few months! However, I will do you all the courtesy of putting this under a cut because holy mama it turned out longer than I expected 😅

Updates

I'm doing my first NaNo this year!!! I'm excited but also really nervous because 50K is an aggressive goal and I'm not sure I can do it BUT I decided that I'm just going to try my best. I won't be starting a new project for this, instead, I want to use this as a time to beef up AASOAF 3 as I'm a little behind where I'd like to be in terms of progress.

AASOAF 3 has a release date! Err, more like release season lol. The announcement is here in case you missed it, and includes some beautiful Mariel and Fay art for you to feast your eyes on! Spring 2024 is the time to watch so keep a close eye on the new release tag, witness moonrise on oepus, for any content/posts related to release activities! Obligatory plug for AASOAF 3's masterpost and taglist so you don't miss a thing!

M.O.W will go on a brief hiatus at the end of November. But don't despair, it will return in January 2024! I decided that this series will take a month-ish hiatus at the end of each part so Part I will be nice and wrapped up before it goes on a break. Obligatory plug for M.O.W's masterpost and taglist so you don't miss a thing!

Work on AASOAF 3's super secret companion material has begun! For reasons I hope are clear, I can say nothing about this other than to look for it in Spring 2024 when AASOAF 3 releases. Just know that I'm super stoked to be teaming up with @illjustpretend again for this project and it's going to be an even bigger undertaking than Mariel & Axtapor's Scrapbook was for AASOAF 2.

Changes

Now you might be reading all of those things and be thinking, "Wow Nopal, that's super cool but isn't it a lot?" To that, I say, "Indeed, dear reader it is." But know that I do this to myself because writing is genuinely what I love to do and, let me toot my own horn here for a second, my stories deserve no less!

However, these things combined with work and a few other things going on in my personal life (all other good and exciting I assure you!) mean that I need more of that constructed but dreadfully measurable commodity: time. So you will likely see less of me around here but that doesn't mean I'm disappearing!

Believe it or not, this little corner of tumblr has become a huge part of my life. I love reading about y'all's stories, updates, and getting to cheer you on as you go do The Thing so I'll definitely be around 😊 Tag games and asks will most likely fall by the wayside though advanced apology for that 😅

Anyway, I think that's all for now! (I write as if this wasn't already long enough LOL) Wishing you all fair winds in your sails and many words on your pages 💙

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seventeenplug · 1 year

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Seventeen Vernon X Reader

Sulking on set♡

Pairing: Vernon X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: mentions of puke and just blunt cringe first meeting ;-;

Summary: After long days of not seeing each other, the members of Seventeen decide that it would be a good idea to invite you to the set to cheer up a sulked Vernon.

Word Count : 1,9K

It had been days since you had last had a nice meal with your boyfriend of 6 months, promotions were tight and the comeback was soon, this was to be expected by you. You did know the relationship came with strings attached that could never be cut.

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The two of you had met 6 months prior to the comeback's announcement after meeting on a lonely winter night by the Han River. It was cringy and it was cheesy, but you wouldn't change the fact that your drunkness had caused you to trip over Hansol's leg, which was indeed tucked away and not on your way like you argued that day.

He apologized nonetheless, and you continued on your drunk arguing, finger pointed at him as you accused him of purposefully tripping you, which had never been the case. It wasn't any better when the man laughed at your actions causing you to get even redder with anger. A sudden wave of sickness hit you hard the next second, and before you even knew it you were doubling over and puking your dinner and cheap soju on the man's shoes.

The poor man was surprisingly nonacholantic to it all, and simply patted your back awkwardly as you emptied your stomach on his brand new shoes, that sure made you sober up and after heaving on top of him you woke back to life, standing up straight with wide eyes and covering your mouth.

“I’m so sorry!” You hurriedly said bowing fully at 90º, which was probably not the best idea as you felt your head throb.

“argh” you moaned in pain, grabbing onto your head.

“Are you okay?” the man asked you, your eyes looking ahead, his head lowered to look at you, worry flashing through his eyes, you nod standing back up.

“Your shoes…I’m sorry” you repeated, lips tight into a line as you eyed the disgusting cover on them.

"It 's fine. Really. Are you really okay though? Have you sobered up?” He joked, a slight smile on his face. Your face thankfully already red, doesn’t showcase the way your whole body burned up in embarrassment.

“I think so… I will pay for the cleaner-” you grimaced at the sight of his poor shoes.

“I’ll buy you new ones” you offered, sloppily reaching for your handbag, only to realize that it wasn’t there.

Frantic arms move around your body as your eyes move like crazy looking around the whole place.

“Did you lose something?” he questions, eyes also searching around.

“My…my bag” you sigh, hand moving from grabbing your head to your hair, brushing your hair away from your face.

“Gosh, I’m so stupid…”You mumbled, angry because you’re sober and recalling that you just lost your job and now angry because you’re sober, jobless and lost your wallet, phone and house keys.

You didn’t know it then, you didn’t get why he kept asking what color your bag was, the size and what belongings were inside along with your name. You soon learned that he was an idol as he removed his hood and mask.

He was none other than Vernon from Seventeen and he had just posted about a ‘friend’ who had lost her purse.

Shock wasn’t the best word to describe your feeling when you found out who he was, all of you wished to have superpowers so that you could make yourself disappear and erase his memory of you. Not only was he a famous idol whose group you knew and liked. But he was also your favorite member of said group…

It was a memorable event for the two of you, as by the end of the night and beginning of dawn you had bought him shoes at a local store that was somehow still open.

And then someone claimed the bag as a missing item and Hansol accompanied you to said location of the person who had in hand your belongings to make sure that it wasn’t a hoax nor dangerous.

The person was a girl, also a fan who handed you the bag and whom Vernon spoke to, thanking her deeply with you bowing in the background and thanking her for your life.

After it all, Vernon decided to give you his phone number, just in case you lost something important in public again. Taking use of it, you texted him after you two had said goodbye, him back almost out of sight.

“I lost something” you text.

“What was it?”

“You”

Given he came back, a small smile on his face.

The two of you decided to eat something together at 6am.

But now, sitting in your lonely studio apartment, you wondered how he was. He had begun to practice for a comeback as it was merely weeks away and he had a lot to do and practice. It made it hard to text and call each other, but worst to it was the fact that he now barely had time to even hang out with you.

Sitting on your small sofa you looked out your window as a drama played on your tv, the sound almost gone as your focus stayed on the lives outside in the busy streets of Seoul.

“For just how long will they be busy?” you whined, hand thrown back onto the head of the sofa sighing.

On your coffee table, your phone begins to vibrate, the name, ‘Scoops of Icecream’ flashing on your screen, a wide smile breaking out on your face as you hurriedly reach forward to answer the call.

“Hello?” you say, trying your best to conceal your happiness.

“Hey, Hey. Do you think you can stop real quick?” Seungcheol asked, sighing at the other end.

“Why? What’s wrong?” you ask, beginning to worry.

“The kids were playing and now Vernon is sulking over a game of mafia because of Mingyu” you could sense the eye roll, lips tight as you try not to burst out laughing as you hear him put the phone away from his ear to scream for the members to be quiet.

“I’ll be there in 20” you laugh softly.

“Thank you! Gotta go, Hoshi is- HOSHI!” the call disconnects before he can even finish, and you’re almost thankful seeing as if he called for Hoshi there would for sure be chaos occurring.

Just like you had told him you got there within 20 minutes of the call, walking with 4 trays of coffee and a bag filled with snacks that you had hurriedly bought from the stop beside your apartment.

“Y/N!” Dino almost runs as he catches sight of you at the entrance, the members all turning to look at the mention of your name.

Your eyes look around smiling and bowing slightly at everyone until your eyes reach your boyfriend’s.

Alike Seungcheol’s mention, he had a pout on his face, arms crossed over his chest, puppy eyes staring straight at you that almost screamed ‘unfair’.

“I brought coffee and snacks!” you raise the bags before plopping them down onto a nearby table.

“What brought you here?” Joshua smiles as he takes a coffee.

“I heard someone was sulking so I had to check it out” you joke, a loud huff being heard by everyone.

The members looked almost shocked, sure, Vernon liked to show emotion and he was great at expressing his feelings with his face, but noise? They had never expected him to be lousy with words, much less to make cute expressions or noises to catch the attention of someone.

“Mingyu, you should play gently” you laugh bumping onto his shoulder as he takes a chocolate bar from the bag.

“He’s the sore loser. I said that Jun’s the mafia but he didn’t believe me, said it was me and then got killed” he shrugs, to which you laughed.

Vernon finally stands up walking your way, you pout back at him just as he nears you and almost falls into your arms.

“I missed you” he mumbled sweetly, your hand instinctively pats at his back while the other runs through his hair.

“me too”

“Ey! Have some mercy to the single ones” Seungkwan groaned, taking a coffee and walking away with Jeonghan who winked at the two.

“What were you sulking about?” That was the hard question, and it was also the one with the longest response.

“Look! Mingyu was suspicious from the start! He even said he didn't’ know the rules”

“HOW WOULD HE NOT KNOW THE RULES?! TO MÁFIA!" Hoshi’s voice boomed through the music video set, his frame jumping from the couch and racing to the couple who was still standing by the table with the coffee and snacks.

The rest of the groups now watched attentively as Mingyu sipped on his cup, looking up from time to time.

“Mingyu was suspicious and Jun was just…quiet!” Vernon argued.

“I was right, just admit it. You got innocent killed” Mingyu counteredback, gasps heard all around.

“You -”

The argument was long as the three of them, Mingyu, Vernon and Hoshi argued against each other, most of the members having already gone back to the things, meanwhile Jun, alike his game persona per description of Vernon, watched very silently, a small smirk on his face.

His eyes connect with yours, you have to contain yourself not to snicker as the boy winks playfully, telling you all you needed to know. He would do it again.

“Ok, ok. How about this” you intervene between the men.

“Play again, see who is right now and who isn’t” you suggest.

Success, the three men manage to convince the whole group who is gathering around to play again as the staff assign roles.

“You okay? Wasn’t work hard today?” Vernon asks as he laces his fingers with yours, gently squeezing.

“It’s my day off today” you smile, his eyes widened. You could tell he was slightly embarrassed but you easily calm him by squeezing his hand.

“You’re busy, it’s fine. I get it. At least I got to see you today” you smiled comfortingly.

“I’m sorry for not being attentive to you” he pouts once more.

Your eyes lower to his lips, you notice how he puckers them even more, your eyes moving to his, his eyebrows raising playfully as he makes kissy noises.

You laugh, but nonetheless kiss his pouty lips, slightly dry and in definite need of some chapstick.

“I know, I know. I’ll put it on after” he grumbles, already aware of what you would complain about.

He licks his lips, pecking you just once more before he’s called onto the set to film another mafia game.

“Stay here! We’ll go out to eat after, I promise!” He smiles, moving towards his group, his hand still on yours until the very end. You nod enthusiastically, finally far as your hands disconnect and you sit back to watch the chaos.

This time, Joshua and Jeonghan were the mafias…

It was safe to say that Vernon’s bickering and pouting just got worse as he once more got fooled and you had to console the boy for the whole night.

FIN˜

#kpop #kpop imagine #fluff #kpop idols #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #seventeen #imagine #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x you #hansolvernon #hansol vernon chwe #chwe hansol #vernon chwe #vernon #vernonxreader #vernon x y/n

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padmerrie · 4 months

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Muscle Memory (Bookends AU) [1.2K; AO3]

Summary: Minato takes a break from the campaign grind with a sleeping Naruto in tow and stumbles upon his three former students.

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“One. Two. Three!”

Obito, Kakashi, and Rin dropped their sticks into the water and raced to the other side of the bridge. They braced themselves against the railing, eyes fixed on the river below, their collective breath held in anticipation, waiting. Watching.

Three sticks appeared, one stick slightly ahead of the other two.

Obito glared at Kakashi.

“You keep dropping yours early,” he snapped. On his other side, Rin laughed.

“He’s not dropping it early, Obito. It’s just luck.”

“Call it whatever you want,” Obito grumbled. He hopped off the bottom railing and jabbed a thumb to his chest. “I’m picking the sticks this time.”

Kakashi made a noncommittal sound, still watching their sticks being swept downstream. “Rin picked them out last time.”

Obito waved him off with a disgruntled noise, not looking back as he jogged off to retrieve three new sticks from the river’s shore.

“My, what have I stumbled upon? An after school physics lesson?”

Rin and Kakashi turned to find their favorite teacher strolling towards them pushing a baby carriage.

“Minato-sensei!” Rin exclaimed happily. Her eyes lit up as they landed on the carriage, but Minato pressed a finger to his lips before she could open her mouth again.

“He’s sleeping. It’s new,” he added with a tired but not unhappy chuckle. He beckoned them over with a wave of his hand. Rin was by Minato’s side in an instant. She gave a delighted gasp, then looked up and waved to Kakashi.

“Get over here!” she hissed in a whisper.

Kakashi sighed and dropped off the railing, slipping his hands in his pockets and walking over to them with all the urgency of a tortoise crossing a road. He hovered by Rin’s shoulder and peered into the bassinet. It was a sight indeed - mostly because this was possibly the first time Kakashi had ever seen Naruto asleep.

“I’m surprised to see you out, sensei,” Rin said, keeping her voice soft. “The only time we see you these days is on campaign signs.”

“Oh those,” Minato chuckled, looking away embarrassed. “It’s a little much. Even Kushina said she’s tired of seeing my face everywhere.”

“I saw you on TV yesterday,” Rin continued. Her lips quirked to the side. “The camera loves you, sensei.”

Minato’s cheeks flushed. “I’m glad you think so, but I’ll admit, the feeling is pretty one-sided. I’ll be glad when this campaign is over next month. Win or lose.”

“We miss you at school.”

“I miss you all too. And I miss teaching. But I truly believe I can do more as governor. Not just for my students, but for all of Konoha.”

“What will you do if you lose, sensei?” Rin asked. Kakashi tch-ed in disapproval, but Minato only smiled.

“Exactly what I said I’d do when I announced my candidacy.” Minato looked between Rin and Kakashi. “No one is handed a road map to achieving their dreams, so one must conclude that there is no one right way to get there. I don’t have to be governor to make Konoha a better place.”

Kakashi, still studying Naruto from a distance, said, “You’re going to win, sensei.”

Minato’s expression softened much in the way it had when he looked in the carriage. He laid a hand on Kakashi’s shoulder. “I hope you’re right.”

There was a clattering of noise and all three turned to see Obito standing at the end of the bridge, a pile of sticks lying forgotten at his feet.

“Minato-sensei!”

A squalling howl cracked through the air, no build-up, no warning. Everyone’s eyes snapped to the baby carriage.

“Nice job,” Kakashi said, frowning peevishly at Obito. “You woke Naruto up.”

“It’s ok, Kakashi,” Minato said unperturbed. “It was going to happen sooner or later. A butterfly could wake him up.” He reached into the carriage and lifted Naruto into the air and cradled him to his chest, bouncing him gently and cooing sweet nothings until his cries faded to a more tolerable squabbling.

“We were just talking about the election,” Rin told Obito as he joined them. His face lit up.

“I saw you on TV yesterday!”

“Not you too,” Minato lamented, color returning to his cheeks.

“I sure did! You kicked those old geezers’ asses in the debate!”

From over Naruto’s head, Minato hit his former student with a stern look. “Those old geezers have names, Obito.”

“My Gramps can’t stand Danzo,” Obito went on like he hadn’t heard him. “And he says the only thing Hiruzen Sarutobi should have authority over this late in his life is his burial plot.”

“Oh!” Minato’s expression froze in a state of shock. “Well, that’s, uh,” he stammered, struggling to find an appropriate response. “I-I appreciate their vote.”

Kakashi caught Rin’s eye and murmured, “Spoken like a true politician.” She smiled at him as Obito shook his head emphatically.

“Oh, they’re not voting for you. Madara says if Danzo’s egomania doesn’t run this province into the ground, then your idealism will. I guess that leaves Sarutobi…” Obito trailed off thoughtfully. “I bet Gramps is counting on him dying during his tenure.”

Minato stared.

“Hashirama says if this doesn’t work out, you should consider recording audiobooks. He said he could listen to your voice all day. Just not your politics.”

“Oh my. That’s…” Minato looked around at the three of them, flustered for words before abruptly saying, “Would anyone like to hold Naruto?”

There was a resounding YES from at least two of his former students.

Kakashi watched as his friends fought for custody of Naruto, neither one content with simply holding Naruto for a minute and letting go. Naruto didn’t seem bothered in the slightest being the object of their power struggle. He babbled senselessly, regardless, his earlier tears long since dried. There was only one thing that would call for a ceasefire.

“No,” Kakashi said narrowly. This was directed at Rin who, despite Kakashi’s clear refusal, only took an undeterred step into his orbit.

“Just for a minute,” she insisted. “Trust me.”

Kakashi’s hands might as well have been sewn into his pant’s pockets. He stared defiantly down his nose at the squirming baby in Rin’s arms, all squishy and pink and foreign. Even though he’d had numerous encounters with him, every interaction felt like the first, which was to say that the experience never ceased to make him uncomfortable.

Kakashi’s eyes flicked back up to Rin, still watching him. The shroud of carefully constructed aloofness that he wore like a second skin slipped a little. He sighed, and held out his arms.

And then Kakashi couldn’t feel them.

The only thing he felt was the unfathomable weight of a very small, very real human life cradled to his chest. Being a baby, Naruto possessed the misfortune of being both easily breakable and highly unpredictable. While Kakashi didn’t hold this against him - he was a baby - these were two qualities that Kakashi did not care for. He would have very much liked to hand him back to Rin, but a steadying hand on his shoulder held the urge back.

Kakashi looked up over his shoulder and watched Minato watching Naruto. His expression was so familiar that it nudged a memory out of place. He turned away. Feeling hadn’t returned to his arms, but he held Naruto a little tighter all the same.

#naruto #bookends #naruto au #team minato #fic #in the words of an overcooked legend: i'm not satisfied #but i need to listen to yoda and LET GO #i gotta break the chain once and for all #i'm tired of being bogged down with dozens of unfinished projects #i'm tired of fixating on how mediocre my writing feels #holding onto everything and not finishing anything solves nothing #so #we're embracing mediocrity in the pursuit of rising up and up #or at the very least trying

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omgkatherine01 · 2 years

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The Sun in the Dragon House - Chapter 13 - Targaryen

Series Masterlist

Chapter 12, Chapter 14

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader & Aegon II Targaryen x fem!reader & Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader

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A week after the wedding, Vera's dragon egg had indeed hatched. The dragon was as darkness night with red eyes. Aemond had helped his wife bond with her dragon, which was called Drogon, and when the dragon started to get a little bigger, he started to be at the courtyard with Vhagar, who was apparently grew to enjoy the young dragon's company.

Almost two moon after the wedding, Vera had started to feel strange, and it didn't help her when Drogon and Vhagar started to act strangely when she was around them. Aemond and Criston didn't let her get near the dragons until she will let the Maester check on her, which she finally did.

So there she was in the evening, sitting in her bedchamber she share with her husband, and letting Orwyle check her with her father and Lyla by her side. The Queen was with her as well, she was a bit worried when she was informed that Vera was unwell lately so she came to see what was happening.

"When was the last time you bled, my Lady?" Orwyle asked.

Vera looked at Orwyle in surprise before she darted her eyes to the Queen and her father, and then back Orwyle. "I haven't since the wedding..." she answered.

The Queen looked from her to Orwyle, "You believe..."

Orwyle smiled and nodded, "Yes, she is with child, Your Grace."

The Queen was delighted by the news and looked at Vera, "Gods be good, Vera, you and Aemond are going to be parents."

Criston let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, and placed his hands on his daughter's shoulders as she smiled.

Aemond walked in and frowned, "What is going on?"

The Queen smiled as she stood up, "Aemond."

Orwyle stood up, "I shall take my leave now." The Queen nodded, "Yes, thank you."

Orwyle bowed and left with Lyla. Aemond kneeled in front of Vera as he took her hand, "What is it?"

Vera smiled at him as Criston looked at the Queen, "Perhaps we should let them speak in privet, Your Grace?"

"Yes," the Queen agreed and looked at Vera and Aemond, "We will see you tomorrow."

The Queen and Criston left them alone, and Aemond looked at Vera. Vera stood up and he did as well. She took his eyepatch off to look at his sapphire eye and placed her hand on his cheek. She smiled softly at him and spoke up, "I'm with child."

Aemond's breath caught in his throat as he started at her with wide eye and Vera thought he wasn't happy with the news. But then she relaxed when he smiled widely. "You're with child?" he asked and she nodded.

Vera took his hand and placed it on her belly. Aemond caressed her still flat belly with his thumb as he grinned. His eye darted from her belly to her face and he placed his hand on her cheek, caressing her skin before leaning down and pressing his lips against hers. They pulled away and pressed their foreheads on each other.

Aemond smirked softly, "I am going to be a father," he breathed, and Vera smiled.

Everyone were happy by the announcement of Vera and Prince Aemond's child. And three days after the announcement, the Queen had gave Vera another maid to help her during the pregnancy, and the King had placed Ser Erryk as her new protector.

Her new maid, Dyana was a friendly and nice girl, and unlike Lyla, she would be companying Vera on her walks or just to sit with her to talk while Aemond wasn't around. Ser Erryk was also a nice company to have around, and even his twin brother, Ser Arryk, who was Aegon's sworn protector.

Vera had hardly seeing Aegon since her pregnancy announcement, however she was surprised and happy that Daeron had came to visit more often now.

After the discovery of her pregnancy, Aemond didn't let Vera go without him to see her dragon and his, so he would go with her to visit them. Drogon had surprisingly grew larger more and more during the months of the pregnancy, and Vera had grown to enjoy to be around her dragon, and he also grown to be protective over her.

Vera found it amusing to see her father when he was joining to see his daughter's dragon, that Drogon had became fond of him, and liked to annoy him by tugging on his kingsguard's white cloak until either Vera or Vhagar grab his attention.

There was one time at the Dragonpit when Dyana accompanied Vera and Aemond along with Aegon. But Aegon had a little bit of a drink, and started to harass Dyana until young Drogon put a stop to it by roaring in the Prince's face, scaring him for the first time.

"Your child doesn't give me a rest, they are like their father," Vera said with amusement while she was lying with Aemond in their bed. Her back was pressed against his bare chest and his hand was caressing his lady wife's 9th month belly.

Aemond laughed softly and grinned down at her, "Is that so?"

"I can't wait for it to come out," Vera said with a sigh and they felt the babe kicking. Aemond moved her gently and moved his body down to whisper to her belly.

"Give your mother a night to rest, daughter," Aemond said quietly as he caressed her belly.

Vera giggled, "Still think it's a girl?" she asked.

Aemond hummed and kissed her skin, "Yes."

Vera smiled and when he moved up she placed a hand on his cheek. "Either it is a boy or a girl, they are calm every time they hear your voice."

"My voice?" Aemond asked, almost laughing at the thought.

Vera nodded and smiled, "Yes, they are always so calm whenever you are around. And when you stop caressing my belly, they kick. They have a temper."

Aemond laughed, amused as he moved her to lay on his chest. He started to caressing her belly softly as Vera closed her eyes, enjoying his touch. Aemond pressed a kiss on top of her head, and looked down at her belly with a small smile, enjoying the thought of his child already liking him before they were even born.

Vera's eyes opened and she frowned before moving away from her husband's arms. "What is it?" Aemond asked, concerned.

Vera moved the sheets away from them to see her water broke. "Oh, Gods," she muttered.

Aemond immediately got out of the bed and moved to the door to get one of the guards down the hall to call for the midwives and the Maester.

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Aemond was forced to wait outside the chamber with Criston, Ser Erryk and Ser Cedric. Behind the closed door Vera screamed in pain, the Queen and Helaena were with her along with Lyla, Dyana, the midwives and the Maester.

"Push!"

Aemond was pacing, angry that he wasn't allowed to be inside to be by his wife's side, and worried because it had been a few hours and all he could hear was his wife screams of pain.

"I can't," Vera panted quietly.

Queen Alicent stroked her damp hair, wet with sweat, "Yes you can," she said softly, "Come on, a little bit more."

"Push!"

Vera pushed again a few times until she let out a cry.

Then, there was another cry.

Vera opened her eyes painfully and the Queen released her hand gently to move to the Maester and one of the midwives. "It's a girl," she said with a smile.

The Queen was handed the babe with a small towel and smiled softly. She glanced at Vera and moved toward her. Vera released Helaena and the Queen placed the babe into her arms.

Vera looked down at the babe with a smile. Her daughter had her father's violet eyes with a pale lilac color. Small sprouts of white were visible upon the babe's bloody head, testifying to her dragon blood.

Dyana moved to the door to say the good news before Lyla could. "She is beautiful," Helaena complimented softly as she smiled down at her niece.

Dyana opened the door and looked at Aemond who immediately looked at her. He, Criston, Ser Erryk and Ser Cedric held their breath when they could hear a baby crying. Dyana smiled, "It's a girl."

The men released their breaths, and Aemond glanced at them before walking inside. Ser Erryk and Ser Cedric petted Criston's back and he walked inside as well.

Aemond made his way straight to the bed, looking at Vera with relief. The Queen placed her hand on his shoulder with a smile before moving away to stand next to Criston with Helaena. The baby stopped crying when she was given to Vera, and now she was just fusing.

Aemond stepped closer as Vera gave him a lazy smile. Aemond's eye darted to his daughter before at Vera with a smile, "Told you it will be a girl." That got a soft chuckle from her and he pressed his lips on top of her head.

Vera gently handed the babe to Aemond, who was careful when he took a hold of. Vera smiled as she watched how gentle Aemond was.

He gazed at his daughter and felt a swell of pride as he took in the tiny bundle who had inherited his Valyrian feathers. So small, so innocent, he thought to himself.

Vera looked at her father and smirked lightly, "Come closer to meet your granddaughter."

The Queen smiled and Criston smirked lightly. He walked closer and looked down at the babe lying in the Prince's arms with a fond smile. Aemond handed her to him gently, and Criston stared at her, watching her trying to reach for something.

The Queen stepped closer, "Have you thought of a name for her?" she asked softly as she looked at her new granddaughter fondly.

Aemond and Vera exchanged a look. Vera reached for his hand and he took hers before looking at Criston and the Queen. "We thought about, perhaps, Annalee," Aemond said and his mother's eyes turned to them with surprise. He looked at her, "After grandmother."

The Queen slowly nodded, releasing a breath and smiled at her son and good daughter. "I would love that," she said. After her mother passed away, she had hoped one day she will get to name her daughter after her mother, but Viserys didn't want to call their daughter after her.

When Helaena gave birth to her twins, Viserys gave them their names. Helaena and Aegon agreed, but with Aemond that was a different story. When Vera and Aemond went to visit the King, who since few months ago started to be at bedrest, he suggested them names fit for Targaryens, but after Aemond said they will think about them, he told his mother and wife that if it was indeed a girl would be born, he thought about a different name for her that he thought that would fit a Targaryen.

He didn't tell his mother, but of course he did spoke about it with Vera, and she had agreed with the name. And now, the Queen could hear and call her mother's name, now meant for her son's daughter.

The Queen looked at her granddaughter and caressed her small cheek with a soft smile, "Annalee Targaryen."

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equestrianequivalent · 9 months

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- Arrival -

Is this island really located just above the British Isles? Surely it shouldn't have taken this long to get here. You would think I have travelled for years. Perhaps I'm just bored of sterile white walls and tourist chatter. Not that I can say much of the latter, I'm technically a tourist too, for now. Give it three months and I'll surely behave like I've lived here half my life. Man I wish, imagine growing up on Jorvik. Atleast the destination is worth the age long travel. Still, I really could do without the ferries and tourists and alcohol and half-proper food, and tourists drinking alcohol and ordering too much half-proper food. Guess I'm just tired of people in general huh, shocker. Genius of me to work at a riding camp then. Ah well, they accepted me, it's their problem if I suck at it.

Oh thank god. Announcement lady, my saviour. 10 minutes and I'll be off this thing. Or well probably 15 or 20 with queues accounted, but point stands, I'll be off soon. Couldn't have been more well timed. Jorvik next.

Yeah that ferry ride really took me out. Even my headphone music is starting to irritate me. It's just a quick bus ride left, I'll manage. A quick bus ride of… 20 minutes? So closer to 30 with stops and real life accounted for then. Just a bus ride left, indeed. I'm still on time though, that's what matters. Atleast the bus will have windows, aslong as I can sightsee it's fine. God I hope this stupid bus isn't too full. Am I even at the right stop? Surely. I'm the only one here so far, luckily. No way to sneakily fact check my location though, bummer. Guess I'll just have to trust that my streak of always being at the right place holds up this time too. Who am I kidding, of course it will.

Well that's definitely the bus to Moorland Stables. Good, wouldn't have the energy to deal with a wrong bus line right now. Quite empty too, lucky me. Not that I'm doing too badly, it's hard to stay irritated when the weather's this nice and the nature so fine. They weren't kidding, this island is gorgeous. No wonder equestrians pilgrim here year round. Guess I'm basic for picking summer, though. To be fair, I'm staying past summer, but I'm still arriving at summer. Me and half the world's equestrians with the funds to go, not exactly a contrarian pick. Still, some things are popular for a reason. Just because I'll run into half the world here doesn't mean it isn't warranted. Although, I guess had half the world really been here I'd have dipped before I even got off the ferry. Would've been a shame to call it quits before I even arrive, I could watch this scenery pass by for hours. Who needs horses when you can sightsee. Combining the two will be nice, the best of both worlds. Speaking of, that's the stable in the distance. Finally. I can switch sightseeing for horses for a bit, no worries. An entire quarter of nothing but horses here I come.

God what a thing. Atleast it didn't take too long, but really? The stable's legally threatened, the owner's at god knows where, and I'm getting my horse tomorrow? You'd think I'm starring in a new sitcom. Poor lad should be happy I didn't have the energy to say anything back. Not that he deserved it himself, but still, what a situation. Ah well, free range to check out the stable and "familiarise myself with the horses" is a fair trade for human shenanigans. I'll take it. They didn't say which one I'd have though. Actually, have they even decided that yet? Surely they've assigned their personnel horses by now? Or did the already lost legal case fuck with that too? Whatever, not my problem. Yet. By Aideen, girl, do you do anything but complain?

#sso #ssoblr #star stable #star stable online #star stable fanfiction #Part 1 of a continous story I'm writing #Can't promise how long we're going for but I've got a few more parts already written so far #Part 2 will come out Friday at the same time

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ashleywool · 6 months

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What do I have left to be delusional about?

Back in late June, shortly after the Spectrum Club 7 found out we were going to make our Broadway debuts but we weren't allowed to tell anyone yet, we were processing all our feelings about it in our group chat.

All of us have faced some struggles to fit in, struggles to find and use our authentic voices in a world that wasn't designed for us. We had a lot of conversations about "imposter syndrome" and how it manifests in very specific ways in neurodivergent people--particularly women/AFABs.

"If I'm going to be on Broadway," one of us said, "what do I have left to be delusional about?"

That's something that's stuck in my head for the last few months, as I've hit career milestones that I never would have believed were possible for me as an openly autistic person. I originated a principal role on Broadway. I did an Instagram takeover for Playbill the day our show was announced. I performed at the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. Some of the biggest names in the entertainment industry know who I am. People are flying in from all over the country to hand-deliver fan art to me. All while we're still in PREVIEWS.

And sometimes I feel like an asshole for saying all of this, because it sounds like I'm making it up for clout, or like it's some kind of self-insert fanfic, but it's MY ACTUAL LIFE.

But other times, I can process this as reality. And those times, I allow myself the freedom to dream even bigger. If this happened, what else can happen? What other pie-in-the-sky dreams might I put out into the universe? What, indeed, do I have left to be delusional about?

Here are a few of the things I've come up with:

Host my own Christmas special, in the style of Bing Crosby and Judy Garland. I want to sing with a huge orchestra and choir and have a giant Christmas tree on stage with me. It will be called "Ashley Wool's Chosen Family Christmas" and it would feature all of my friends who wanted to participate.

Play Kira in a Broadway revival of Xanadu. I can't go more than a week without mentioning this somewhere. Kira is to me what Fanny Brice is to Lea Michele, and she made that happen, so why not me?

Also, play more Golden Age roles. I'm happy to screlt my face eight times a week, but the only place I get to use my soprano register is in church choir. I want a shot at Sarah Brown, Julie Jordan, Amalia Balash, any of 'em.

Collaborate with Missy Elliott on HTDIO remixes. Or...literally anything. (Maybe Ludacris can put in a good word for me?)

Release a full-length album of my original songs. This is probably the most technically realistic goal. For those who don't know, I already have three original singles out there. I think they're pretty good, even though they are suffering from a lack of Missy Elliott.

Buy a house. Just one. Nothing fancy. But an entire house. With a full kitchen and a dining room where I could host Thanksgiving sometimes and a yard big enough for a catio and a water feature. You know, like people used to be able to do with a high school diploma and a minimum-wage job. Well, maybe not with the water feature, but still. A house. A house would be nice.

Contribute in some major way to affordable (and ACCESSIBLE and environmentally SUSTAINABLE) housing in New York City. And other places. But especially New York. Because people are always like "iF yOu CaN't aFfOrD iT tHeN mOvE" and like...no. I love this city, millions of people love this city, and people should be able to live reasonably well in any city they want without being kajillionaires. People should be able to afford to live in the city where they work ANY JOB. I don't know why this is radical. It seems pretty basic to me. Bla bla bla bleeding heart leftist bla.

Anyway. That's my "self-insert fanfiction" list for the end of 2023.

Maybe next year it'll be even more ridiculous.

#actually autistic #spectrum club 7 #how to dance in ohio #dream big #bucket list #broadway #musical theatre #self insert fanfiction

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sillspore · 7 months

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Rippling Pawsteps Outline (so far!)

i’ve been talking about my rewrite for a little bit now, and i think i’ll be calling it rippling pawsteps! or tagged ripples au for short. so far, i’ve covered the first two arcs vaguely. nothing much has been changed, mostly minor things and setups for arc 3. nothing is completely set in stone, so feel free to give me suggestions and requests anytime! i won’t be able to do all of them, but i love hearing what others think about my stuff and exchanging ideas :)

outlines below the cut! beware, it’s so long. oh and entirely raw. unedited. i wrote the outlines for the first arc as i read the books, and the outlines for the second as i watched moonkitti’s “i spoil” videos for them lmao

OUTLINES

INTO THE WILD

- Prologue is the same, sunningrocks battle (NOT the one Redtail dies in.), Spottedleaf delivers the “Fire alone can save our clan” prophecy

- Timeline is moved up a bit, Rusty is 5 months old, not 6 —same with Graypaw. When Rusty walks into the forest to hunt, he’s jumped by Sandpaw, who was followed by Whitestorm and Bluestar. Same conversation about joining the clan commences, but Bluestar comments that Rusty looks small and finds out he’s only 5 moons.

- The next day, Rusty is taken to camp, but by Whitestorm and Redtail. Redtail is still having empty nest syndrome after Sandpaw was apprenticed, so he’s super interested in Rusty. The same “test” getting to camp is done, but much less intense.

- They arrive at camp, same as canon. When Darkstripe and Longpaw threaten Rusty, however, Redtail threatens to body him because this is Redtail’s new baby, back off.

- Bluestar says shhh let them duke it out and rusty beats the shit out of longpaw and gets his collar ripped off

- Redtail takes the newly named Firekit to the nursery and introduces him to Graykit, who’s waiting for his mother Willowpelt to come back. Fire and Gray are instant bffs.

- For the next moon, until Fire and Gray are apprenticed, Fire learns his way around camp and clan life, and gets to bond a lot with Redtail. From what Redtail’s said, Fire will be apprenticed to him.

- Also during this time, Fire sees Longpaw’s warrior ceremony

- Firepaw is indeed apprenticed to Redtail, and they have fun for a single day before the sunningrocks battle where Redtail is killed. When Ravenpaw bursts into camp announcing Redtail’s death, Firepaw, Sandpaw, and Runningnose are wailing, and this is how the story introduces 1) the mystery and 2) clan culture’s death rituals and grieving process

- Lionheart is made deputy

- Bluestar takes over Firepaw’s apprenticeship, but Firepaw is held back because he just misses redtail :(

- Through this, Tigerclaw is very soothing to Firepaw and Sandpaw, trying to instill loyalty in them, so Firepaw has a relatively favorable opinion of Firepaw

- Firepaw and Goldenflower have a kind of nice aunty thing going on, she loves him, he loves her a lot too

- 2 moons into training, Firepaw is a natural hunter and while a bit slower at picking up fighting, doing very well regardless

- Frostfur and Lionheart have the babies: Brightkit, Thornkit, Cinderkit and Brackenkit

- Firepaw and Graypaw are hunting together at sunningrocks and Fire is angsty about it. Firepaw notes that it looks like there had been a rock slide, but Tigerclaw hadn’t mentioned that in the report

- Riverclan apprentices Silverpaw, Heavypaw and Shadepaw show up at sunningrocks, and get into a verbal spat with the boys

- Fire is aggressive, this clan killed Redtail. He screams for them to leave, or Tigerclaw will kill more than just their deputy. River kids are pissed, but one of em goes “huh???? Tigerclaw didn’t kill Oakheart. He died in the rockslide” Graypaw is like “what are you on??? Tigerclaw killed Oakheart in revenge after Oakheart killed redtail.” River kids are ???? no man oakheart never killed redtail. Redtail killed oakheart.

- Firepaw is upset, and tries to write it off, but the way the Riverclan ‘paws seemed really confused, not angry

- Next day, Firepaw finds Yellowfang and feeds her, Tigerclaw is furious with him because she has a bad rep, but Bluestar is pleased

- Yellowfang is a healet, and they are sacred: Firepaw did good in bringing her here and feeding her, but bad bc he also ate the rabbit

- Firepaw is grounded until the next gathering, taking care of Yellowfang, and learning Lore from her and forming the cute relationship we all know and love. Also Shadowclan things

- Gathering: Windclan is missing, Brokenstar yowls that Yellowfang is disgraced, and declares that they’re the ones who chased WindClan out of their territory,

- Firepaw notes how small the Shadowclan apprentices are, hmmm….. Here is where he learns about Littlepaw’s Law

- After the gathering, tigerclaw and gang + the queens are in an uproar over yellowfang, and darkstripe and longtail drag her out of her nest

- Bluestar admonishes them, saying Yellowfang is welcome in Thunderclan and she will not tolerate any harm against her. Darkstripe and tigerclaw look disgruntled, but longtail is SO shameful

- Bluestar announces her moonstone visit! Same group as canon, they travel but firepaw is soooo weirded out by tigerclaw like he’s being so weird

- During the sleepy time bluestar insists firepaw commune with StarClan too. He does, and redtail visits him, cue cute reunion, dream ends with redtail trying to tell firepaw what happened, “Tigerclaw…” bluestar then wakes the boy up

- Same visit, bluestar has the dream, loses a life to the rats. Firepaw notes that tigerclaw is oddly apathetic about bluestar losing a life right in front of him

- They race back to thunderclan, everyone be fighting fr

- Firepaw beats the shit out of a shadowclan she-cat, and witnesses blackfoot killing rosetail and trying to steal frostfur’s kits

- Yellowfang fucks blackfoot UP protecting the babies

- Yellowfang is made a full member of ThunderClan, and offers to help Spottedleaf with post-battle healing, hooray

- Lionheart was killed during battle, and bluestar makes Tigerclaw deputy. Ravenpaw is HORRIFIED, and Firepaw is uneasy due to his recent dream from redtail

- Ravenpaw finally tells firepaw the whole story, then they tell graypaw together

- Brindleface gives birth to ashkit and fernkit

- Bluestar tells firepaw she’s only got 2 more lives left, not 4

- Frostfur’s kits go missing :000

- Tigerclaw blames yellowfang cause she’d also missing, then the gang finds spottedleaf—firepaw is horrified, he wasn’t close to spottedleaf but they’d bonded over redtail after his death and he’s devastated that she’s dead now too

- The storm begins—Bluestar forbids a patrol to go out for the kits until the storm is over, tigerclaw pushes his “there’s a traitor in thunderclan” argument again, frostfur is increasingly paranoid and strikes ravenpaw when he comes too close to the nursery to check on brindleface’s kits

- Bluestar asks Firepaw to go find Yellowfang before Tigerclaw can, because she has a feeling he’d “put the clan’s wants above the code” = kill Yellowfang

- Firepaw goes to do just that, but sees the clan turning on Ravenpaw and decides to bring him to get him somewhere safe first. Graypaw sees and tags along with them

- They drop Ravenpaw off at the edge of WindClan territory to go live with Barley, and this takes like half a day before the boys are tracking Yellowfang

- They find her and it goes as in canon, she tells them Clawface took the kits and they tell her that he also killed Spottedleaf. They run into the ThunderClan patrol(which this time around includes Sandpaw and Dustpaw), Yellowfang gets the ShadowClan elders, they execute their plan.

- During the battle, Firepaw beats the shit out of Boulder and Clawface, Whitestorm stops him from killing Clawface but Firepaw still adds another deep scar to his face before sending Clawface running

- Firepaw helps Yellowfang with Brokenstar before he and the rogues leave, and they check on the kits. Cinderkit and Brackenkit are okay, but Thornkit and Brightkit have some nasty cuts

- They go back to camp, the kits are tended to by Yellowfang, Yellowfang is made ThunderClan’s official healer

- Bluestar names Firepaw, Graypaw, Sandpaw, and Dustpaw warriors, they are now Fireheart, Graystripe, Sandstorm, and Dustpelt.

- Fireheart and Graystripe declare Ravenpaw dead, found in ShadowClan, and Yellowfang obv knows they’re lying and is confused but doesn’t say anything cause she’s fucking based

- The book ends with Fireheart sitting vigil after unsuccessfully trying to tell Bluestar about Tigerclaw’s crimes, Tigerclaw glaring at him threateningly. He knows Fireheart knows.

FIRE AND ICE

- Book begins with the morning after the vigil, fireheart checks on the kits with Yellowfang. Thornkit and Brightkit will have their apprenticeships delayed while they heal, but Cinderkit and Brackenkit will be ready soon

- Fireheart doesn’t try to tell bluestar the truth yet, he doesn’t think he has the whole story bc he knew redtail so he knows redtail would never kill

- Gathering, nighpelt asks to keep the loaned riverclan territory, Crokkedstar calls him fucking crazy like what

- Bluestar reprimands Nightpelt, then says WindClan must be brought back, the other two fight back about it but in the end agree WindClan would be brought home

- Next day, Bluestar gives fireheart and graystripe the mission of finding the windy cats

- This goes exactly the same as in canon, including the gorge fight where whiteclaw dies rip to that bitch but i haven’t read leopardstar’s honor so i don’t even know his personality

- Fire and gray are given Cinder and Bracken as apprentices, and just like in canon Gray falls in the river and meets Silverstream

- Most of this book goes the same as canon, tbh. Tigerclaw is slightly less aggressive though bc it adds Layers

- Fireheart finds out about graystripe sneaking off to meet his riverclan babe and is HEARTBROKEN (this will be able to be read both romantic and platonic)

- Like fireheart is so upset and betrayed, he yells at graystripe for disloyalty

- Gray is a stubborn ass and yells back, continues to use his excuse of a cold to not do his mentor or warrior duties and instead lay about and meet with silverstream

- Fireheart takes over mentoring for both Cinderpaw and Brackenpaw, Runningwind helps sometimes and the two bond over Redtail a little

- Tigerclaw sets the thunderpath trap for Bluestar while she is recovering from greencough/losing a life, cinderpaw goes and falls into it instead while fireheart is getting catnip from twolegplace

- Fireheart is, once more, devastated. Graystripe arrives back in camp, fireheart glares at him, graystripe snarls and doesn;t talk to him

- Throughout the book i want tiny longfire interactions and firesand interactions, but firesand is sibling coded here due to fire’s relationship with redtail

- Next morning, graystripe has the same argument with fireheart as in canon, why didnt you tell me bluestar lost a life?! And fire’s like well you didnt want to speak with me…

- It goes similar to canon, but more aggressive on fireheart’s side—this man is petty and heartbroken and so, so sad. His pseudo grandmother mother mentor is so close to death and his little sister apprentice kid is on the verge of death and his best friend was too busy galivanting by the river with a pretty girl to care

- Fireheart blows up about how he wasn’t in camp when cinderpaw was in danger and if he had been he could’ve been fast enough to stop her from leaving, and about how graystripe has completely abandoned brackenpaw

- Graystripe calls him a disloyal untrusting jerk and this hurts fireheart soooo bad

- Graystripe is definitely in the wrong here but i want fireheart to have some spice too, he’s gotta have some sass to contend with longtail lfmao

- The argument was heard by the clan, most thunderclan cats are feeling weird about graystripe and how often he’s gone

- Sandstorm beckons fireheart to sit with her, dustpelt, and longtail, who are kind of a little friend group within the clan

- Dustpelt is still pretty aggressive with fireheart, but sandstorm is downright friendly after he saved her at the gorge and longtail is still sassy but not in the kitty racism way, so fireheart is surprised that he enjoys talking to longtail

- Soon after, fireheart goes to princess for more catnip and she hands over baby Cloudkit, woohoo

- Tigerclaw and darkstripe are PISSED, and most of the clan is relatively hostile about gaining a new member

- Graystripe sticks up for fireheart a little, but sandstorm sticks up for him too and that does it for bluestar

- Brindleface agrees to nurse him anf frostfur is super nice to fireheart, bluestar names cloudkit, bur refuses him a ceremony. Fireheart begins to feel a bit jaded, his best friend is betraying him, tigerclaw is a fucking kitty racist murderer, cinderpaw almost died, and bluestar is not mothering like mother used to. Mother is mothering like MY mother, which is never a good thing to be. Do better, bluestar.

- After this things continue pretty similarly to canon

- Brokenstar leads all warriors except fireheart out of camp and attacks, fireheart, sandstorm, and dustpelt defend that shit

- They are Praised

- Brokentail is blinded and now prisoner

- At the end, we have the shadowclan and riverclan vs windclan and thunderclan in the WindClan camp, fighting goes hard fr

- Leopardfur tries to literally kill fireheart, he asks tigerclaw to help, tigerclaw just stares at him blankly and watches. Fireheart manages to get away, attacking nightstar and going to help whitestorm, but he’s stopped by silverstream

- This battle goes a little different than in canon, bc fireheart actually hates her guts for taking graystripe away from him

- So when she comes to her senses and stops fighting him, he just hisses and swipes at her before she runs away. Tiny, but big effect on his and graystripe’s relationship. The boys are FIGHTING

- I want this to drive fireheart to seek out company in sand, dust, and long, so their bonds will be solid when graystripe comes to his senses and stops putting riverclan pussy over his home and family ?! long and dust are still iffy but sandstorm and fireheart become bros

FOREST OF SECRETS

- Opens with the next gathering, Fireheart and Graystripe are friends again but fireheart openly disapproves of graystripe’s choices, he insists this will end badly

- Gathering goes as normal, fireheart overhears elders talking about bluestar’s missing kits

- After the gathering, fireheart and graystripe go to see ravenpaw to ask for more information, when ravenpaw says oakheart died via convenient rocks fireheart is relieved and goes to tell bluestar

- On the way back, they hunt a lil and so tigerclaw doesn’t give them the punishment in canon, just yells at them and calls them names and stuff

- Brightpaw and thornpaw are finally made apprentices, their wounds have healed and they are strong, given to whitestorm and mousefur like in canon

- Ask silverstream about the rockslide, who gets mistyfoot who confirms the story

- Talks to graypool about the weird thing oakheart said, she tells gim mistyfoot and stonefur were thunderclan kits yadayadayada

- Fireheart goes to talk to Bluestar, tells her about the story, bluestar is completely unreceptive, snarls at him for accusing tigerclaw of such crimes but says she’ll let it slide because she knows he misses redtail and is just looking for answers. Fireheart finds this incredibly patronizing

- Fireheart and cinderpaw go looking for herbs, cloudpaw comes with and learns about deathberries

- All fireheart’s prophetic dreams are delivered by redtail and not spottedleaf

- Next morning graystripe is still knee deep in riverclan pussy so fireheart trains brackenpaw and saves cloudkit from that badger with sandstorm, tigerclaw punishes cloudkit for this. Fireheart is filled with rage.

- Fireheart sees tigerclaw sneakin to twolegplace????

- River floods, fireheart and graystripe report it to bluestar who is Oddly Worried

- Fireheart and graystripe go back out to patrol the river border and find two kits, save them, bring them back to riverclan. Every riverclan cat ever is super ungrateful about it, especially leopardfur, who is a bitch (i hate her. I hate her so mucg)

- Mistyfoot puts them in their place and thanks the boys, who promise to hunt for them

- I’m not doing the plot where they hunt from thunderclan territory tho

- Idk how yet but i’ll have them hunting outside of it and bringing that prey to riverclan

- Riverclan is grateful, but cloudkit followed them and tigerclaw used that to find out and bring them back to camp yelling traitor!!!! Traitor!! Bwuetsar he huwt my feewings by feeding stawving wiverclan cats :(

- Bluestar punishes them lightly for not telling her and sneaking around, but praises them for helping riverclan

- She sends then out to hunt and forbids them to eat until next sunrise, like apprentices, and longtail gloats a little calling fireheart firepaw and fireheart threatens to rip his other ear and longtsail shuts up bc he’s scared and also a little attracted, i think

- Before the next gathering, the stream thunderclan usually has to cross is too inflated due to the flood. Tigerclaw makes fireheart test a branch to get across, fireheart falls and almost drowns, longtail saves him though and genuinely seemed concerned for fireheart’s safety

- Fireheart locks eyes with murderclaw and knows he was trying to kill him yippee

- Cinderpaw becomes yellowfang’s official apprentice

- Gathering comes, bluestar takes most warriors and they get to the gathering by crossing through shadowclan territory, bc there is no other way

- At the gathering, nightstar reveals bluestar is sheltering brokentail, windclan and shadowclan are piiiiiissed and threaten to attack

- Shadowclan refuses to let thunderclan get home through their territory

- Riverclan lets them use theirs, fireheart notices how similar bluestar, mistyfoot, and stonefur look

- Fireheart is once again training graystripe’s apprentice when brackenpaw sees the windclan and shadowclan cats getting ready to attack them so they race to camp, commence the attack

- Brokentail lives, thunderclan wins the attack

- Brackenfur is made a warrior, thanks fireheart but not graystripe bc brackenfur hates him why would he not wtf

- Graystripe leaves and silverstream is given birth, cinderpaw helps and tigerclaw witnesses it and clearly hates children

- Silverstream dies. Rip

- Fireheart and cinderpaw take the kits back to camp, and goldenflower agrees to nurse them

- Bluestar talks to fireheart and she knew this would happen bc she too fell foe the charms of riverclan pussy, here goes her backstory bc fireheart figured her shit out

- Graystripe has buried silverstream and says where are the kits to bury and firehearts like wtf they're alive and graystripe goes :0

- Cloudpaw is firehearts new apprentice that’s crazy

- They visit princess, who tells them about strange cats in twolegplace

- Back in thunderclan, riverclan wants silverstreams babies

- Fuck you says fireheart

- Maybe not fuck you says bluestar

- Later, on a hunting mission sees tigerclaw meeting with cats from twolegplace, fireheart realizes they’re going to attack thunderclan and goes home to warm them

- Attack, wow

- Tigerclaw slips into bluestar’s den to kill her and reveals his evil plan but fireheart stops him, oh em gee

- Fight’s over, sandstorm and graystripe are holding tigerclaw down bc he has like fucking rabies idk that bitch is crazy

- Bluestar tells fireheart to reveal all he knows about tigerclaw to the clan

- Tigerclaw is exiled, asks each of his lackeys to go with him

- Ummmm. You left me out of this plot and i’m upset with you so no - darkstripe

- What the fuck. You tried to kill bluestar??? No???? - Longtail

- Bitch you killed my mentor??? What??? - dustpelt

- Rip tigerclaw he was funny (sike)

- Fireheart sees yellowfang kill brokentail

- Right before moonhigh, bluestar makes fireheart deputy

- Everyone is shocked but most of the clan has a good opinion of fireheart atm bc he saved bluestar

- Riverclan comes to take the kits, bluestar says fuck you but graystripe says no fuck me :( i will give riverclan my babiees

- Fireheart helps him take the babies to the border, graystripe reveals he’s going to riverclsan too, fireheart is sad

RISING STORM

- Opens the same as canon, fireheart out hunting with cloudpaw — cloudpaw is being a little shit, disobeying and acting very egotistical. Cloudpaw calls fireheat a loser. Fireheart watches as cloudpaw storms off to go hunt and so he heads back to camp

- He assigns some patrols, fumbling a little, poor boy is struggling and not used to being in charge

- Whitestorm tells him ashkit and fernkit are ready to be apprenticed, so fireheart goes off to tell bluestar

- Like in canon, bluestar asks if he or graystripe can mentor them, even though fireheart already has cloudpaw and graystripe is gone. Bluestar is losing it, and doesn't trust anyone in clan

- Fireheart tries to work out who should be mentors for the kiddos, and choses dustpelt and sandstorm. Yes in canon yellowfang tells him it’s not a good idea to have two inexperienced warriors mentoring at the same time, but like bluestar did it in fire and ice with fireheart and graystripe so i disagree. Give sandstorm that apprentice

- Fireheart has the moment where bramblekit’s eyes scare the bejeezus out of him, goldenflower makes her slay threat to kill anyone who hurts her babies

- Apprentice ceremony, darkstripe is irritated about the lack of an apprentice

- Sandstorm is over the MOON

- Fireheart is irritated with Cloudpaw, Longtail sits next to him and they Converse, Longtail says not to worry, that some apprentices are just rebellious and need time

- Cloudpaw finally comes back that night, with one piece of prey. Fireheart is pissed and scolds him, forbidding him from eating from the prey pile and cloudpaw is outraged

- Bluestar decides to go to the Moonstone, takes only fireheart bc she only trusts him

- Mudclaw stops them on the way there, Fireheart says they’re breaking the warrior code by preventing Bluestar from communing with StarClan, Mudclaw doesn;t care

- Fireheart and Bluestar turn back, and soon the next gathering is held

- While they were gone, Cloudpaw was supposed to be training with Runningwind but he ran off on his own

- Fireheart tries to convince Bluestar to tell Tallstar of his warrior’s conduct, but she refuses

- Gathering, bluestar announces Brokentail is dead and Fireheart is the new deputy. She refuses to tell anyone what happened with Tigerclaw, Fireheart assumes it is because of shame

- Littlecloud and Whitethroat are found by the Owl Tree, begging for food and herbs. Like in canon, Bluestar is worryingly suspicious, and Yellowfang says they have an old ShadowClan disease that is known to wipe clans and they’re kicked out

- Sandstorm and Fireheart accompany them to the border, discovering the thunderpath tunnel

- Fireheart notices how fat Cloudpaw is getting lmao

- Joint apprentice training sesh with fireheart, cloudpaw, longtail, and swiftpaw. Fireheart notices how kind longtail is to swiftpaw….hmmm…….

- He sees Cloudpaw begging for kittypet food, he is HORRIFIED

- Fireheart sees this as an attack on him and how hard he’s worked for the clan to see him as loyal — he completely blows up on Cloudpaw, worse than in canon

- Cloudpaw is completely nonchalant, he thinks he should be able to do whatever he wants

- Fireheart tries to lecture him about the warrior code, to no avail

- Willowpelt gives birth to Sootkit, Rainkit, and Sorrelkit

- Drought, fireheart goes to get wet moss hoping to run into graystripe, instead he stumbles upon the sickly ShadowClan cats. He’s a lot nicer to Cinderpelt about this issue than in canon bc like damn there was no need

- Sandstorm and fireheart follow cloudpaw to Twolegplace like canon, seeing the twoleg take Cloudpaw away in the monster

- Fireheart says now he has no kin and his adoptive sister Sandstorm is super offended

- Ashpaw misses cloudpaw :(

- Redtail dream again

- Cinderpelt says his dreams are dumb stop focusing on the past and start focusing on the NOW, fireheart!!! Fireheart says huh??? Cinderpelt says oh my god you’re so stupid i don’t understand why longtail likes you so bad

- Fireheart is strangely flustered by this information

- Himbo energy

- Mousefur, runningwind, and thornpaw were attacked by rogues, including tigerclaw, tigerclaw nerfs runningwind

- Fireheart is So sad. Poor boy

- Like in canon, whitethroat dies via car while being chased by fireheart

- Tigerclaw and fireheart go at it, tigerclaw is insufferable like usual

- This makes bluestar Worse

- The whole saving cloudpaw happens exactly as canon, ravenpaw tells em he’s in a house near highstones and they yoink him home, on the way back fire sand and cloud beat the fuck outta those windclan guys

- Cloudpaw says he was stolen and everyone believes him

- Bluestar gets worse

- Everyone’s eepy until Redtail comes to Fireheart in his dreams again, and Fireheart smells smoke oh no smoke?!?!

- During this fireheart and longtail have a Moment

- SO tempted to make fireheart save yellowfang instead of bramblekit here bc god do i find that guy insufferable but firebaby would never

- Yellowfang death scene :( bluestar is losing it 🙁

- After going back to camp, bluestar hides away and fireheart is the defacto leader

- Gathering! Tigerclaw is now tigerstar and oh shit uh that’s bad uh oh

A DANGEROUS PATH

- Gathering, just as in canon, Fireheart freaking out over Tigerstar, Tallstar is uneasy

- Graystripe disobeys Leopardfur to give ThunderClan free fish slay

- Cinderpelt gets the “pack, pack, kill, kill” dream, Fireheart takes this much more serious than in canon

- Fireheart tries to get Bluestar to make Cloudpaw, Swiftpaw, Brightpaw, and Thornpaw warriors. She does not

- Brackenfur notices Snowkit is not like the other girls

- Med cat meeting Littlecloud is now becoming a doctor! Congrats, you gay little kitty you

- Graystripe tells how Tigerstar and Leopardfur are talking in secret

- Graypool missing, fireheart sees her reveal that oakheart has two thunderclan kits before he kills her rip that cool old lady

- Bramblekit catches a mouse :)

- Snowkit is Deaf, but with much less ableism than in the books??? Bluestar is a little ableist but it’s because she’s losing it. Speckletail is angry

- Thornpaw scent dogs wow

- Tell bluestar, she says that would never happen thats crazy talk why would dogs be in the woods lmaoooo

- Hawk attempts to drag snowkit off. Brackenfur says fuck you i adopted him already so snowkit does NOT die but he does get some gnarly scars

- Bluestar claims starclan must be taking revenge on the clan

- Cloudpaw doesnt believe in starclan cray

- Gathering we get strangely emotionally connected to Gorsepaw from WindClan. Nothing bad will happen to him i’m sure

- Leopardstar is a leader now, and sucks just as much.

- Bluestar accuses windclan of prey stealing, snarling occurs, yadayada

- Next day fireheart catches darkstripe taking tigerstar’s murder babies to meet him at the border. Wtf

- fireheart rallies the warriors to disobey bluestar and prevent the fight, he uses ravenpaw to arrange the fourtrees meeting, peace is secured but bluestar is pisseddddd

- Same losing it talk as in canon that shit went hard

- Fireheart and longtail anguish about bluestar losing it, longtail’s upset over swiftpaw’s lack of promotion, and fireheart confides in him about her mental decline

- Bluestar leads patrol sunningrocks leopardstar tries to take it cue fight

- Mistyfoot and stonefur try to kill Bluestar, but Fireheart goes wait no shes your mama!!!!!

- Graystripe is reabsorbed into ThunderClan

- After the battle, Bluestar makes only Cloudtail a warrior because he doesn’t believe in StarClan and she likes that about him

- Swiftpaw and brightpaw are enraged

- They go after the dogs as in canon, they go after the dogs — but in my rewrite they both survive fuck you!

- Bluestar gives them their warrior names on their deathbeds, Lostface and Dogscar. Fun, but nobody likes this.

- Bramblepaw apprenticed to fireheart and tawnypaw to brackenfur

- Fireheart tells the kids the truth about their dad, they’re heartbroken

- Next gathering tigerstar demands his babies, bluestar says maybe next month idk

- Longtail warns Fireheart that he’s found a trail of rabbits, fireheart’s like fuck

- From here it proceeds exactly as canon, with Brindleface’s death and the plan to kill the dogs. Bluestar dies, and tigerstar watches angrily

- Fireheart better get ready for his imminent promotion

THE DARKEST HOUR

- Oh look it’s his imminent promotion! Hello firestar! Mourning bluestar times and then highstones journey (lives from lionheart, redtail, spottedleaf, runningwind, bluestar, yellowfang, rosetail, brindleface, and either gorsepaw or silverstream)

- Prophecy

- Tigerstar meeting with scourge so cute

- Whitestorm, i promote thee to deputy

- Bramblepaw and firestar bond training

- Darkstripe fucking feeds sorrelkit deathberries what a bitch

- Get exiled loser

- Tawnypaw is sad

- Ceremonies! Thornclaw is a big boy now. Lostface and Dogscar are now Brightheart and Swiftscar :)

- bright/cloud/swift is very clearly A Thing

- Longtail and firestar are very obviously mates

- Gathering, tigerclan is a thing now. Thunder and wind are Offended, clouds on the damn moon prevent Firestar from sharing Tigerstar’s emo backstory with the clans

- Tigerstar is scary

- firestar , graystripe, and ravenpaw save featherpaw, mistyfoot and stormpaw from tigerclan. Rip stonefur

- Tawnypaw is gone?? Wtf tawnypaw >:(

- Tigerclan attacks windclan, tigerstar kills gorsepaw, thunderclan gets there too late

- Tigerstar asked tallstar and firestar to meet at fourtrees to talk about joining him. The boys are concerned

- Tawnypaw is with Tigerstar at fourtrees, bramblepaw is upset

- Tigerstar introduces bloodclan, who don’t listen to his orders

- Firestar tells everyone Tigerstar’s crimes, and scourge decides to instant k.o. Tigerclaw and fucks off before telling everyone he will come back to take the forest in three days

- Training montage. sandstorm trains the kits to kill

- Whitestorm kinda wants to leave instead of fighting

- Firestar gets riverclan and shadowclan to fight with him, minus darkstripe cause he’s a bitch

- Lionclan at war fr

- Darkstripe attemps to kill fireheart but graystripe kills him instead :0

- The apprentices maul bone in revenge for whitestorm’s death

- Firestar saved onewhisker from the scary baby but loses a life rip

- Scourge is like hehe i won but when he turns around ed sheeran gets up

- What??!!!!??!?

- I have god, says Firestar.

- Scourge dies

- Bloodclan leaves

- Mistyfoot deputy of riverclan <3

- Blackfoot is NOT leader of shadowclan, because he’s fucking evil???

- I say we promote Darkflower because she’s a slay and also unknown so easy to make antagonistic

MIDNIGHT

- Leafpaw and Crowpaw pov

- Squirrel and bramble fight so much

- Bramble comes to leafpaw about a weird starclan dream he had…..

- Cut to crowpaw, having the same weird dream

- The journey cats meet, through crowpaw’s eyes. Scathing commentary on everyone srs

- Crowpaw hates everyone and wants to never be spoken to

- Crushes on feathertail so hard

- Brambleshade collects everyone to tell them they need to go on the journey

- Cinderpelts prophecy thing…..

- Leafpaw gives em herbs and squirrel and bramble take off

- Leafpaw has a crush on mothwing and it’s so obvious

- Purdy helps the travelling cats! Crowpaw opens up to feathertail

- rats . uh oh

- Squirrelpaw knows the herb to help bc leafpaw is a nerd and infodumps her all the time

- They meet badger!

- Leave the forest. The forest is dying. Uh oh.

- End with Leafpaw pov in ThunderClan, uh oh tractors

- At some point during this book snowpaw becomes a warrior. Snowsight??? His eyes would be his best sense idk

STARLIGHT

- Stormfur and feathertail pov

- Stormfur is upset that crowpaw likes feathertail, because he knows how badly half-clan relations usually end

- Purdy is helping, midnight fucks him up, group goes to the mountains

- Stormfur is attacked by a bird. Yikes.

- Everyones swept away by water aw man

- They are freezing to death, tribe helps them as long as they let them keep stormfur. Brambleshade and feathertail are upset about this

- Stormfur finding out about the cougar fr

- Brook! Brook and stormfur

- Brambleshade is edgy

- Tribe tells stormfur to kill their cougar and they’ll let his friends go

- The group is allowed to leave, without stormfur

- Come back to save stormfur when cougar is fucking around

- Brambleshade is apathetic about the tribe’s lives

- Tribe found their hideout. Starclan shames stormfur for not facing the mountain lion

- Squirrelpaw says deathberries?

- Cougar!!!! Sharptooth!!!!!

- Feathertail and sharptooth impaledcore

- Stormfur is heartbroken

- Decide to go home

- Epilogue, leafpaw pov again. Everyone is starving and dying and leafpaw gets trapped by twolegs with like sorreltail i think

DAWN

- Tawnypelt and squirrelpaw pov

- Leafpaw in a cage fr

- Sasha!!!

- gathering/meeting, journey cats arguing ensues

- Leopardstar and darkstar are very against leaving, tallstar is contemplative, and firestar is anxious

- Squirrelpaw and sorreltail save leafpaw, graystripe gets yoinked

- Larchkit and hollykit die. So does Shrewpaw

- Leafpaw and cinderpelt go to riverclan bc mudfur is dying rip

- Windclan and tawnypelt ask thunderclan for help, they r dying

- Evacuating shadowclan

- All clans hang at sunningrocks

- Elders stay behind to die

- Sasha wants her kids. Announces they were fathered by tigerstar. This changes nothing

- So much walking

- Over the mountain!!!! Crazy

- Mudclaw sucks ass

- Apprentice dies. Rip

- Brackenfur smacks a hawk and saves a kit

- Leafpaw looks into tribe water thing meets their ancestors

- Crowpaw is now crowfeather.

- Stormfur stays with the tribe and his wife and his sister’s grave

- brambleshade and squirrelpaw are becoming friendly

- Lake!

STARLIGHT

- Crowfeather. Crowfeather and leafpaw pov

- Clans sit near horceplace, firestar tries to be a leader, mudclaw spits at him

- Squirrelpaw evolves into Squirrelflight

- Prophecy kitties walk around the lake. Plus mistyfoot

- Crowfeather notices leafpaw and mothwing hanging out

- Mistyfoot finds riverclan territory

- Kittypet attack

- Squirrelflight finds thunderclan camp

- Brambleshade and hawkfrost are friends now. Ew, says squirrelflight

- Squirrelflight is love bombed by ashfur

- Tallstar is dying. Tallstar does not want mudfur to lead windclan. He promotes onewhisker

- They announce this. Crowfeather is unhappy. Mudclaw is unhappy.

- Hawkfrost wants that islandQ!!!! Ugh!!!!!!

- Hawkfrost and brambleshade are besties

- Spiderpaw now spiderleg. Mousefur retires

- Mothwing is an atheist

- Spottedleaf tells leafpaw to go find the moonpool

- Sorreltail comes with her

- Leafpaw sips moon water

- Squirrel and bramble r fightingggg

- Crowfeather in the windclan civil war

- Leafpaw is leafpool

- Hawkfrost and mudclaw tag team attack windclan, thunderclan comes to help and mudclaw gets smited by god

- This lets everyone meet for gatherings at fourtrees

- Crowfeather is emo

TWILIGHT

- Squirrelflight pov, leafpool pov

- Squirrel is worried about brambleshade’s loyalties bc of hawkfrost, and hangs with ashfur and gang.

- Bramble is being weird

- Everyone attacks a badger

- Leafpool is in love with mothwing. Sorreltail is pregnant. Leafpool is pregnant.

- Squirrel and ashfur fight, ashfur is being fucking weird

- Thunderclan visit windclan, onestar hurts firestar’s feelings

- Feathertail tells leafpool she should totally run away with mothwing

- Birchkit apprenticed to ashfur. squirrelflight is grateful bc this makes him leave her alone a little

- Cinderpelt is mad at leafpool for sneaking off all the time (she’s visiting her wife, mothwing, who’s babies she starts having during their argument)

- Babies. The three are born. The clan is curious, and suspicious, but under the code leafpool doesn’t have to tell anyone where her kits came from

- Brambleshade and squirrelflight are still fighting

- Medicine cats have scary dreams

- Daisy brings her kits to thunderclan. Spiderleg is mad

- Leafpool goes to have mothwing with riverclan’s issues

- Cinderpelt tries to convince leafpool not to run off, but leafpool takes her kits and meets up with mothwing, about to run away

- Squirrelflight is looking for leafpool. Brambleshade and squirrelflight are tired of fighting

- Midnight tells leafpool to go back to the clans they r dying of badgers

- Sorreltail is giving birth, cinderpelt dies protecting them, leafpool gets back just in time to watch her die

- Midnight makes the badgers stop

- Stormfur and brook appear

SUNSET

- Brambleshade pov. Finally. leaf pov

- We immediately see he’s training in the dark forest with tigerstar, tawnypelt, and hawkfrost

- We also see that he wants to be deputy SO bad, and wonders why longtail couldn’t have just stepped down when he was blinded

- Stormfur and brook are visiting in thunderclan

- Sorreltail’s babies, yay

- Midnight implies stormfur is important

- Brambleshade tries to make up with squirrelflight, who is receptive

- Leafpool is incredibly busy, having babies and a full time job

- Foxtrap. yea

- Squirrel asks leaf if she can trust brambleshade, leafpool says yes

- Brambleshade has doubts during dark forest training

- Berrykit loses his tail to a fox trap

- Mothwing has an apprentice, willowpaw

- Tawnypelt tells brambleshade hawkfrost is evil

- Hawkfrost makes mothwing tell the clans about a sign

- Mothwing tells leafpool how hawkfrost faked the sign that made mothwing a healer

- Tawnypelt curses out tigerstar, says she only trained with him to become a better ShadowClan warrior

- Tigerstar rants about brambleshade becoming deputy then leader. This is something brambleshadw wants, but doesn’t want firestar, the guy who basically raised him, to die for

- Leafpool gets the sign about the brambles, tells squirrel it means he’s good and will protect the clan, but worries if he’ll strangle it instead

- Hawkfrost tells brambleshade to meet him by the lake at sunset

- Leafpool visits cinderpelt at the moonpool yay

- Hawkfrost punches brambleshade

- Hawkfrost is trying to kill firestar with a foxtrap

- Meanwhile, leafpool is helping sorreltail with her kits, ashfur bursts into camp and says firestar is dying

- Brambleshade proves himself by beating the shit out of hawkfrost

- Switch back to bramble pov

- Tigerstar urges brambleshade to kill firestar, brambleshade immeadiately says no and kills hawkfrost instead, saving firestar. Firestar says thanks son and brambleshade feels warm and fuzzy and decides he doesn’t need to be deputy to be happy

- He just needs his wife :)

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