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rexismycopilot · 2 years

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How goes it Rex, lots of shit going on in the world rn I know so I hope you're doing okay

I also came here to say you telling me not to over think much comments on fics has helped me comment on fics tremendously so far ♥️♥️

I hope you saw I commented on the last chapter of 50 shades (chefs kiss of course 🥰🥰) but I've also been commenting way more on fics I find from the obikin tag on a03 (listen there are a minimum of three ao3 pages open on my chrome app at all times - your ao3 page, also tennessoui's (Rex I know you don't read a lot of fics yourself but I would read you the pretty bird and the mob boss out loud if I could!!!), and the obikin tag in general which I pretty much refresh daily lol)!!

And I read this delicious obikin dom/sub fic (I have my camp obviously lol) and the author was so nice and wrote the next installment dedicated to me because my comment inspired them so much 😭😭 - this was such a cool experience to interact in the fandom this way and I was literally teary eyed about it ♥️

Really ever since I truly started interacting with you and then commenting more now, I get way more enjoyment and comfort from fandom - I have been reading fanfic for 10 years now (oh yes it began with one direction for me 😅) and it has always been a daily source of comfort and healthy escapism in life, but I cannot stress to people how much more enriching and fun it is to engage in the community of fandom you read. Just reblog and commenting is so rewarding to let the authors know how much enjoyment you get out of their work. You just actually feel like a part of the little community and it makes it all the better.

You know for some weird reason I never used to reblog any ships I read, I would just creep the tags and reblog asthetic pictures (Ofc I still do lol) but a couple months ago I was like umm who cares what I reblog on my tumblr!? And I guess in light of the whole stupid block list thing I want to say to people reblog what you wantt.

Just wild that I have been religiously following the o/a series of yours since your pretty much started it and I think I have only been actually following you on tumblr for a couple months once I realized this weird mental thing I had going on about being afraid to interact with fandom (for 10 years!!)

I am so rambling, but I am here to say I love your work friend, deeply, and I am grateful to you and every fic writer who bring us all such joy on a regular basis for free!! ♥️♥️♥️

Friend!! This is so so so sweet!! I'm so happy that interacting in the fandom has made your experience so much better and it sounds so positive!

I did see your comment and it made my soft little heart so happy. I haven't replied yet because I tend to let comments build up and then get really anxious about it lmao

It makes me so thrilled that you've gotten so much out of your experience interacting with everyone here!!

I will definitely check out that fic! Thank you for the rec! <3 <3

#thank you so much!!!#a love letter to fic writers!#ask #ceilidha #positivity

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ervotica · 5 months

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“shhh, shhh..I know, I know..” with finnick pls 🥺

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader

warnings: this takes place after the poison fog, r is badly injured and finnick takes care of her

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You twitch against Finnick’s chest in the tall grass, rough like sandpaper against your wounded face. You’re covered head to toe in blisters from the fog, eyes half lidded as you begin to lose consciousness from the pain.

Katniss’ strangled wail is muffled and far away in your ears and you barely register the words.

“The water! The water helps.”

You drag yourself from where you’ve collapsed on top of your fiancé; crawling along on your elbows, you make it a couple of feet at most before you’re exhausted; your entire body is burning, skin raw, every little touch flaring up every nerve ending inside of you.

There’s a rustling next to you as Finnick is lifted and dragged to the shallow pool of water a few feet away; there’s a splash and a gurgled scream as Katniss and Peeta start to clean his blistered skin.

“Finnick,” you gasp, your concern for him overriding the searing pain for a split second. “Finn,” you croak again, eyes heavy.

It’s quiet for a minute, the only sound the whispering of leaves brushing against each other. All the while you lay face down, trying to peel your eyes open where they feel like they’ve been superglued shut.

Thick fingers pull at your jaw and your head turns; your neck is stiff and the touch feels like the lick of a flame against your bulging wounds.

“C’mon,” It’s Peeta. “Gotta get you to the water.”

“It’s okay, I’ve got her,” comes Finnick’s voice and his hands pull you up by the armpits. You hiss and squirm away from his hold, the skin on skin contact causing too much pain.

“I know, honey, I’m sorry.” He speaks in that soft voice you love, the one reserved just for you. “It’ll feel better soon.”

He lowers you into the water and you scream. It’s a pain unlike any you’ve ever felt before, white-hot and scalding. It’s like you’re bleeding from every pore.

“Shhh, shhh… I know, I know.” He winces as the blisters start to lodge free from your skin and you relax, sagging in his arms.

“‘S better,” you slur. Your eyes snap open as you grapple for purchase against Finnick’s neck; your thumb rubs circles into his cheek. “You’re okay? You’re sure you’re okay?”

He laughs, incredulous that even at a time like this, he’s where your worries lie. Pointed teeth glare back at you as you thumb at his bottom lip and smile.

“I’m fine. Just worried about you.”

“I feel better. I’m okay now.”

His muscular arms engulf you, wrapping around your waist now it’s finally safe to touch you again.

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il-predestinato · 1 month

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fanfic writers owe us nothing don't be ungrateful stop demanding things etc etc

ALL FUCKING TRUE BUT LESTAPPEN WRITERS LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO:

we are LESS. THAN. 10. FICS. AWAY from overtaking maxiel as the top f1 ship on ao3 👑

SO CHARGE YOUR BATTERY, MODE PUSH, DRS WIDE OPEN, FULL SEND... WE CAN DO THIS! 😤

#lestappen #yes i want no i NEED lestappen to steal that crown 👑#consider this my love letter to all the lovely lestappen writers out there #(but ffs do NOT post requests of 'looking for a fic' on ao3 - that is NOT what ao3 is for!)

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elliewlums · 1 year

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aegon sucks ur tits to relax/calm down. & he also does it unconsciously, you’re not surprised to wake up to him sucking.

REAL!! this boy has a hardcore mommy kink i feel it in my balls

content warnings: non sexual nudity, tits in mouf, aegon is so babygirl

imagining him prying back your silk nightgown to reach your tits, wrapping his arms around your middle and nestling in comfortably. he moulds himself to your own body and as soon as his mouth closes around the malleable flesh there, he goes soft and lax.

you wake to him dozing, your skin littered with dark marks where he’s gotten overzealous. he grumbles but is quickly coaxed back down by your hands in his flaxen tresses, scratching at his scalp. he practically purrs at the affection, not unlike a cat where he leans into your hands. you run your thumb across the creases in his forehead, smoothing the tension he holds.

“sweet boy,” you coo. he snakes an arm beneath the fabric of your gown and rakes his short fingernails across your bare back. you sigh appreciatively, twirling loose strands of blonde and tucking them away from his face.

he can count on you for moments of reprieve; and no matter what his days hold, he’s comforted by the fact that he always has you to come back to.

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chippuyon · 1 year

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Do you have any Buddy Daddy fic recs?

*slides in* you have asked the right person my friend(or not I'm very picky about my fanfiction)

My top top recommendation will always be Bored When I Met You by Honorable_mention its just so!! Unique in the way it uses almost purely dialogue to progress kazureis character and relationship arcs. Its absolutely hilarious and thought provoking and permanently altered the way I view kazurei's dynamic. There's a very specific scene and turn of events that completely captured me and had me on the edge of my seat just read it. Also they get a cat!!! CW for implied sex, nothing explicit but it's mentioned.

Then there's the thing about love is that it ruins breakfast by postcardorigami which really captures the domesticity of living in a household where all its members deal with trauma. LOVE their Miri pov and how it gives glimpses into her and Kazuki's upbringings(which is super rare and I always get excited when I find it). Also their Rei is so caring and messed up but trying his best :( CW for an explicit scene and a making out scene, but you'll know when you get there and it's easily skippable.

Another one is to love another person is to see the face of god by farfromthemaddingcrowd which digs into the gruesome details of Rei's past and psyche and how his feelings for Kazuki help him regain his humanity. The domestic scenes are sooo cute and tender :(( CW for torture and gore from Rei's past and dreams.

And to be loved is to be changed by oongist! Very sweet and beautifully worded ep 8 fic about Rei growing to trust Kazuki and eventually Miri. CW for suicidal thoughts.

Out of Stone by Faillen is a short Kazuki character study but packed to the brim with details about his and Rei's childhoods and explores what home means to him. Also partially my inspiration for the kidaddy au!

Last one I'll rec is when life gives you lemons you establish dominance by swallowing them whole by munyusz which is just a very cute and funny what-if-Kazuki-and-Rei-met-Denji-before-Makima au.

#theres more but those are my super favs #ALSO OONGIST JUMPSCARE?????#I HAD NO IDEA I ALREADY READ ONE OF THEIR FICS #funny how the world works #also if you see a pychee in the comments of a fic #uhm thats me!#exposing myself on tumblr dot com #chip chips #buddy daddies #why not #this is my love letter to bd fic writers you fuel my brainworms

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welcometololaland · 1 month

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hello love, R for the alphabet writer asks pretty please? 💖

rae 💜

using this ask to apologise in advance to everyone and anyone but i really felt like doing an ask game so here i am, on your dash.

R: Which writers (fanfic or otherwise) do you consider the biggest influence on you and your writing?

typically, my sources of inspiration include: things i overhear on the train in the morning, internet memes and rogue things that happen to me that i swear would ONLY happen to me. but although i take inspiration from many sources, influence is a different question?

when i started writing fic again, i was deep in the 2021 rwrb obsession and i think my writing was heavily influenced by the work i was literally INHALING at that time.

i think first and foremost i took so much inspiration from @clottedcreamfudge. I mean we all know CCF has depth, but the slightly ridiculous edge to some of her fics felt so on brand for me, and i think reading a lot of the CCF archive taught me to lean into that. the witty dialogue, the pacing, the clever use of side characters to build the story - nailing that is my writing dream.

i feel very inspired when i read any @indomitable-love work because the amount of care and precision written into basically every line of siobhan's fic is incredible. reading ATG was a masterclass in how to take characterisation to another level, and how to build an emotional arc that is hard hitting and makes sense. i had so many 'oh, that really ticked all the emotional boxes for me' moments in that fic. it is truly a treasure.

as we know, i didn't write smut pre-2021. i truly didn't even READ smut. who knows why? anyway i was so convinced i could never write it, UNTIL i read the great works of our lord and saviour aka. you aka. Ms. Rae Rmd-writes Railmedaddy. The ficspiration of the neighbours fic took me out and made me realise like hey...there is actually a lot of skill to this and maybe i could? learn it? and i'm still on that learning journey but i think the think about your E rated scenes is that you weave so much emotion into them - there's a purpose to every smut scene, even if it's a PWP it's driving characterisation in some way. which makes it all very intentional. i find that very inspiring.

i also have to credit @everwitch-magiks for inspiring me every day to be more intentional with my word choice and edit better and WRITE LESS because the amount of stuff evie can pack into a 3k fic is honestly out of this world. but long before i became a ridiculous overwriter, i have been inspired by evie's characterisation (her alex always sounds so perfect to me, in particular) AND her creativity. there are canon fics and then she goes and writes a space AU and also a figure skating AU and magical realism and hashtag soulmates aka. the most beautifully meta thing ever, and a whole fic based around AITA? she has breadth and it makes me kind of mad.

ANYWAY. there are many more but i've already gone on for too long! thank you to everyone who creates stuff for me to read, i know i'm picking up things all the time, and it wouldn't happen if people weren't so damn talented 💜

Fic Writer Ask Game

#sorry this is just a love letter to my original ficspirations #fic writer ask game #lola answers

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amandamariee · 16 days

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FIC RECS

as of.....[04/15/2024]

☼ jason grace (the loml)

distance makes the heart grow angrier by @balletfilmss

he's an all american boy by @aezuria

take a break, catch a nap, have a snack by @hopelesslyromanticshark

rain rain go away don't come back another day by @hopelesslyromanticshark

i am my fathers son by @hopelesslyromanticshark

through a loving gaze by @pumpkinbxtch

so american (grecian) by @hopelesslyromanticshark

sweet on you by @supercutszns

the two times percy nearly caught them, and the one he did by @hopelesslyromanticshark

so obsessed with your ex by @balletfilmss

going to school with bf jason by @juneberrie

☼ leo valdez (i need him in my life)

my boyfriend is my wallet by @sunnitheapollokid

property of leo valdez by @hopelesslyromanticshark

normal teenage things by @hopelesslyromanticshark

king of my heart by @pinkdiorluvr

the fish like your shirt by @hopelesslyromanticshark

☼ percy jackson (#1 book boyfriend)

home to her (smau) by @balletfilmss

save a turtle, fall in love, all in a days work by @hopelesslyromanticshark

the same type of blue by @aryxchse

the hot lifeguard by @aryxchse

sweater weather by @heartss4val

talk to me by @enviedear

i've got you by @triptuckers

☼ luke castellan (i can fix him)

i loved you in secret (smau) by @lizlovestofangirl

one year with luke castellan by @tangledinlove

#☼ fic recommendations !!#☼ percy jackson #☼ reading #☼ amandas book club #☼ I find myself reading these fics instead of doing school work #☼ this is my love letter to all fanfic writers you make life so enjoyable for me <3 #dividers by saradika

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bittersweetresilience · 9 months

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something i haven't seen a lot of people talk about before is that commenting actually INCREASES my appreciation for a fic. i'm the kind of person who reads constantly and tag browses and is subscribed to a billion authors so i often find myself in a sort of consumption fugue state where i'm theoretically enjoying my time but really am just kind of scrolling transiently through walls of words. but commenting is taking a mental step back from that state to actually consider a fic and give myself space to feel things about it and appreciate what i love about it, picking up on small details i might have otherwise missed, sort of like a gratitude journal or mindfulness practice and we all know what the science says about that 💕

#i'm not interested in those posts that make out commenting to be some kind of moral requirement or necessary writer fuel or whatever because #in the end people should put out what they put out because they want to and work on having a healthy relationship #with whatever naturally comes out of that (this is a reminder to myself as well)#but i'm coming to realize commenting is a genuinely fun and rewarding practice for everyone involved #the reader first and foremost! it's like being back in book club #and bonus you might even get a really nice reply from the author hehe asukiess if you see this your replies made me very happy today 💘💘#i would LOVE to hear your fic ideas or read more of your writing or send more love letters anytime!!!#ah these tags are so long. hit post #🌃

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ervotica · 1 month

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s1! (and honestly s2!) absolutely gets amusement out of stopping situationship!pogue!reader in her tracks when she’s mouthing off, like she’s started bitching about topper squaring up to john b and rafe’ll literally get in her face and squeeze her cheeks. like “the fuck’d you say?”

but s3 he literally just has to raise an eyebrow and she’ll can it cause in her head rafe went from kook twunk to daddy real fuckin’ quick.

kook twunk to daddy i am crying😭

but yes this is so true. you mouth off to s1 rafe, bounding along next to him as you gesticulate wildly, rambling about how topper squared up to john b last night, knowing you were at a party rafe explicitly told you he did not want you going to— not like you ever listen anyway. you’re halfway through a sentence about how fuckin’ stupid topper is when a hand clamps against the scruff of your neck; your feet drag across the gravel, rafe’s bruising grip anchoring you to his chest as he spits venom at you.

“fuck did you say? you wanna repeat that, pogue?” he spits, the name undoubtedly an insult coming from his lips. his insults never quite hit the mark with you, and you brush him off, rolling your eyes as you walk a few steps ahead. but rafe doesn’t miss the way your gaze casts downward, your eyes a little glossy as you stare at your feet with a pout on your face. and it’s only then that he catches up with you, hooking an arm over your shoulders to soothe your wounded feelings. he loves the feeling of control, craves it, the way he can alter your every feeling with his reactions. no matter how far you stray, you’re under his control (barely).

you try that shit on s3 rafe, and it goes in a wildly different direction. you’re ranting about john b again, about how he beat the shit out of topper this time, your brows set high on your forehead as you ramble.

rafe silences you with virtually zero control; he fixes you with a sidelong glance, a brow quirking upward as you say something particularly bold, and you pause mid-sentence. mid-syllable, even, your mouth just… seals shut. you huff, pushing your lips out into a pout and kicking at the dirt with your arms crossed until he relents, hooking a lazy arm around your neck to smear a kiss against the crown of your head.

“gettin’ into too much trouble mouthin’ off like that, kid. gotta learn to be quiet, yeah?” his tone reeks of condescension— and even with his gentle touches, it rubs you the wrong way, your frown only deepening. he sighs. “you’re a real pain in my ass, you know that?”

but for all your performative defiance, he knows he has you under the thumb. you’re completely, wholeheartedly his. even without the label.

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madetolooklikeus · 5 months

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Allowing myself to be cautiously excited about developments between my two most beloved Palisade monsters 😻

#palisade spoilers #palisade #hoping and praying for the betrayal ❤️❤️❤️#i NEED arbitrage to be inhuman and connadine to be ultimately pathetic #but First they must love each other #or what if this is it just the conversation and it fucks him immediately #what if i become a fic writer over this #connadine you are a man of letters

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elliewlums · 1 year

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prompt: “i can’t breathe” with aemond!

“you’re trembling,” he whispers. an observation laced with worry. you press your forehead to his back and inhale a strained breath. he stands between you and them; your mother, angry. your father, livid. they want you to return home to marry the lannister boy despite your obvious attachment to the king’s second son. aemond won’t stand for it, not when it’s so obvious that you’re vehemently resisting.

“i can’t breathe.” aemond steps backwards further, until your entire body presses against his; his hand snakes around to hold you steadfastly to his back. “don’t let them take me.”

“never, dove,” he murmurs. “i have you.”

when another ragged exhale escapes you, he turns. your expression is nothing short of distraught, tear tracks marking your pretty face and a shaking bottom lip. he shushes, lips pursed, as you’re pulled into his comforting embrace. your hands tangle in his tunic; he’s surprised such a strength can come from somebody so small in comparison to his own great stature.

“i have you,” he repeats. he holds you delicately, as though you’re crafted from porcelain. “my dearest, i won’t let them take you.” he presses his lips to your forehead, taking his time to soothe you as though they’re not there. he’s warm to your cold, strong to your weak.

“please,” you whimper. his hand is firm on your jaw. “aemond, please.”

lips on your cheekbone. your temple. your neck. silken hair surrounding the pair of you like a veil. “i don’t wish to marry somebody that is not you.”

“and you won’t.” his voice husks. smooth like butter. “we shall marry on the morrow if you so desire. anything to make my lady happy.” your quivering hand travels up to thumb at his lips. it traverses his features, the sharp slant of his nose and jaw, the curvature of his chin, the jagged scar that disappears beneath his eyepatch. doe eyes gaze at him in a concoction of both apprehension and affection.

“sweet girl,” he murmurs, clasps your hand in his larger one. “now stay behind me, dove.”

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secret-fungi · 6 months

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at journey's end

Paring: Tyril x f! elf (odelia)

book: blades of light and shadows

word count: 1181

rating: t

Summary: At journeys end you'll be carried to the stars above in the arms of your love, and there shall be no more pain, no sorrow when you take your place in the stars.

category: angst

warnings: major character death,

Tags. @choicesficwriterscreations @lawrencebarkley

I have loved you for centuries before this moment, and i will love you for centuries after,

the sky above may reclaim their brightest star and you may leave me behind, but know A’mael that I will never be far behind, that when my essence joins yours, our souls shall dance together once again, a melodic song that the galaxies sing, for the part of your soul that is mine, and the part of my soul that is yours are together again.

long last we are here, long last we are still. the rest we sought in life promised in the stars above.

His hands trembled as he raised one to knock at her door, a small cottage in the middle of the restored whimsywoods.

The window was open, the smell of spiced cakes and hibiscus tea drifted from it and before long, the Hero opened her door, Tired and battle worn, her once dark hair now completely white.

“Hello, A’mael.” she greeted, barely being able to finish her greeting before he embraced her. “I’ve put on some tea for you.” she said into his shoulder, her hand resting itself on his hip.

With his love holding him steady on one side and his cane supporting the other, the battlemage realized he probably wouldn’t be able to stand upright on his own anymore.

How long had it been since he saw her?

“You’re trembling, dear.” she informed “I’m old.” “Not even close.” she replied with a laugh.

Linking their arms again once more, like they did many times before, she led him to the sofa.

She smiled at him sadly, holding his face in her hands before placing a kiss to his lips.

“I wish you could stay longer.” she whispered against his lips.

You get old and then you die, the noble spend their life giving it away, days, months, years… lifetimes are given for the pursuit of justice. The greedy search for the fountain of youth, the vain search for favor that’ll never fade.

Yet the noble get the honor of eternal youth, the joy of getting old is lost to them, but even still, the heroes are as old as they’ve ever been.

And as old as they’ll ever be.

her hands trembled as she carried the tray so he took it from her, setting it down on the coffee table as he had a million times before.

When she was pregnant, he didn’t allow her to lift a finger, spoiled she called it.

In time, she could no longer hold her sword or do up her hair and so he did so for her, devotion she called it then.

the years she’s been gone could make up a lifetime, something always came up, he was half sure she wouldn’t make it to their wedding, she did of course promised she wouldn’t use any light for months leading up to it.

For all the journeys she went on that he could not follow, and all the ones that they went on together he always thought this one would be the scariest.

But she smiled at him as he poured them a cup of tea and all he could feel was peace.

No more could be taken, no more could he give, the hero had done all he could, and finally he could rest.

He took a sip of tea, and looked at his wife.

“You look tired, my friend.” she said, brushing a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“You shouldn’t call your husband a friend, A’mael.” “But you are, you were my greatest friend, my dearest companion.” she replied, Kissing his cheek.

“As were you.” he replied

Moments bleed and bleed, spilling into each other until no one can tell where one moment starts and the other ends.

He looked down at his tea, the small waves in his cup as his hand trembled and sighed.

“Do you regret not being a scribe?” she asked, looking at his hands. “If I were, our paths would not have crossed.” he said “I think they would’ve… no matter how you tried to escape me.” she replies, taking another sip.

“I do not regret a moment I spent with you- I don’t regret anything because it all led me to you.” he said.

The elf let a tired smile across her lips, a fond expression fell upon her face and a blush upon her cheeks.

“You are a hopeless flirt.” she informed “I speak nothing but the truth, how could I regret a single breath when I got to meet the most beautiful woman in the realms?” He asked, “And I have seen many realms with you, my love, and not one of them compares to you.” the woman laughed joyously. “Always the romantic.” she said.

How long had it been since she smiled like that?

“Dance with me, my love?” she asked

The battlemages rose to their feet, unsteady and weaker than they were as babes, her cane where he left it, resting against the sofa.

As they swayed the lovers were young again, one again. As if they’ve never left each other’s side.

The warrior looked to his wife and saw that she was young once more, dark hair and bright eyes.

“Is the journey long?” he asked, “It is already over, My love.” she replied

And when he looked around he saw he no longer needed a cane, no longer did he ache.

He looked to her and smiled, lifting her into the air and twirling her, the last time they danced he could no longer lift her and she could hardly stand, she begged to dance, she wished to get out of bed for just a moment, to see the stars and feel the night’s crisp air.

They twirled and laughed, and then they cried, and at long last, the heroes rested.

Under the sky, young Starfurys cried, they sent a prayer for their father that joined their mother, Their aunt held them and let them cry.

They found him in their mother’s room, laying in bed with a tray of spiced cakes and cold tea in two cups beside him.

“Look there, That’s your father’s star.” She said “That's mother.” The elder said “It's actually two, so close you mistake them as one.”

The young Starfurys looked to her, As young as their parents were when this all began, a question heavy on their hearts.

Why didn’t their dad stop using his light?

Sometimes older elves after they’ve lost their love they lose the will to carry on. Tyril always was passionate about everything he did, he always did it till his hands bled, love is above all things, corrosive. And it burned him from the inside out to be apart from his love.

But that wasn’t an answer to give young people, they’ve got much to learn before they discover that.