A/N: this is just an excuse to write Sylus and my oc, Noah, because this song suits them so well đđ (and because I'm not okay after watching the official mv).
The first time you hear his voice, it's a whisper in the darkâa ghost of something long buried, something that should have stayed dead. But heâs real, standing before you with a smirk playing at his lips, red eyes gleaming like molten fire.
âMiss me?â
You hate him.
And yet, when the bullet stops mid-air, when the world slows to the pull of his power, itâs his voice that anchors you. Your breath catches as you meet his gaze, a heartbeat too long, too dangerous. His right eye glows, and in that split second, you swear you hear it againâan echo not of his voice, but of something deeper, something threading through your very being.
Your fingers twitch, the weight of the gun he gave you heavier than it should be. The metal is cold against your palm, but his touch as he curls his hand over yours is searing. âGo on,â Sylus taunts, pressing the barrel over his own heart. His smile never wavers. âPull the trigger. End your nightmare.â
You want to. You want to erase him, to erase the way he makes you feelâthis unbearable pull, this infuriating magnetism that chains you to him. But your hands tremble, and his smirk deepens as if he already knew you wouldnât do it.
The shot rings out.
His body jerks. A moment of stillness. Then he laughs, low and dark, as red blossoms across his chest. And right before your eyes, the wound vanishes, leaving nothing but the memory of your hesitation.
âPathetic,â he murmurs, his fingers brushing your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. âYou say you hate me, but your hands tell me otherwise.â
Your breath is ragged, your pulse unsteady. âI do hate you.â
âLiar.â
The word coils around you like a snake, suffocating, inescapable. You should run. You should kill him. But instead, you stand there, frozen in the firestorm of his gaze.
You love him. You hate him.
Itâs all the same, isnât it?
The first time you saw him, he was a shadow at the edge of your world. A force both magnetic and terrifying. NoahâMafia King, Arbiter of Justice, Immortal enigma.
You knew he was dangerous, yet your heart never heeded the warnings.
I love you, I hate you, I love you, I hate youâŚ
The words echo in your mind like a curse. A rhythm you cannot escape. The mantra of your existence with him.
He watches you from across the room, golden light flickering against his sharp features. One brown eye locked onto you, the other forever hidden behind that damned eyepatch, concealing a truth you were never sure you wanted to see.
âI should stay away from you,â you whisper, voice barely above a breath. âYou ruin everything you touch.â
A slow smirk curves his lips. âAnd yet, here you are.â
Your hands tremble at your sides. Your heart pounds a desperate war drum against your ribs. You should leave. Run. Forget the way his voice wraps around you like silk and steel. Forget the taste of his name on your tongue.
But you donât.
You never do.
My best enemy is you.
He steps forward, slow, deliberate. The air between you is electric, alive with an unspoken war neither of you can win. His gloved fingers brush against your wrist, the touch barely there, yet it sends lightning through your veins.
âI hurt you,â he murmurs. Itâs not an apology. It never is. âAnd yet, you keep coming back.â
Your breath catches, something sharp lodging itself in your throat. âBecause you always find me first.â
A chuckle, dark and amused. âYou like being caught.â
You swallow hard, willing your pulse to steady. âI hate you.â
He tilts his head, studying you like a predator toying with prey. âThen why do you look at me like that?â
Your nails bite into your palms. The answer is too cruel, too honest to speak aloud. Because despite the blood on his hands, despite the shadows curling around his soulâyou love him.
And that is the cruelest curse of all.
His lips ghost over your ear, his voice a whisper of prophecy. âYouâll never leave me.â
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In a post Transcendence world, Clarke Griffin is condemned to watch the slow fade of the human race play out in the aging faces of her friends. Every night among the ghosts and nightmares, she sees a sequence on the Anomaly Stone and some how she knows what it means; a Second Chance. The chance to save those the loved, save humanity, and maybe even save herself. So, after twelve long years, Clarke Griffin travels back to the beginning, despite the warnings of her friends. She doesn't know when, how, or where she will end up; only that it will give her another chance, a chance to do better. Will her knowledge and skills help her? Will she return in time to save anyone? Can she save herself?
OR
Post season 7 Clarke Griffin goes back in time to save everyone using the Anomaly Stone.
[Fic Previously Titled "Second Chance Part 1: Genesis"]
notes: i def watched baby girl with harris dickinson then wrote this
The sharp lights of the boardroom flickered overhead, casting long, jagged shadows across the sleek glass table. The room felt suffocating, the air thick with unspoken tension. Izuku Midoriya stood at the head of the table, the embodiment of controlled power. His perfectly tailored suit clung to him in all the right places, exuding authority, confidence. He was the CEOâuntouchable, commanding. Or so he thought.
Across from him, Kirishima Eijiro sat, his posture relaxed, but his gaze was anything but. He leaned back in his chair, his broad shoulders taking up too much space, exuding an energy that made the room feel smaller, tighter. His smile was slow, teasingâtoo knowing, as if he had already figured out Izuku's every move before the CEO could even make them. The air between them crackled with something more than business.
Izuku shifted, uncomfortable under the intensity of Kirishimaâs stare. His eyes traced the outline of Kirishimaâs jaw, his muscular build, and he couldn't help but feel that familiar pang of unease, a spark that had been there for far too long.
âLetâs wrap this up, Kirishima,â Izuku said, his voice firm, but it carried a hint of something unsteady, something... hesitant. âThe merger is the priority.â
Kirishima's grin deepened, but he didnât move. He wasnât interested in business right nowâhe was interested in something far more dangerous.
âThereâs no rush, Izuku,â he said, his voice low and smooth, as though savoring every word. âThe real deal comes later. Youâll see. No oneâs going anywhere.â
Izuku could feel the tension between them build, thick and suffocating. He wanted to ignore it, to push forward with the meeting. But Kirishima's presence made it impossible to concentrate. His gaze was too intense, too hungry. Izuku could feel it, creeping under his skin, a raw heat he couldnât explain, couldn't control.
He looked away, trying to refocus on the papers in front of him, but the sharp, predatory energy in the room wouldnât let him. Kirishima leaned forward slightly, just enough to close the space between them, and his voice dropped to a rough whisper.
âYou think youâre in control, donât you?â Kirishimaâs words were quiet but penetrated the silence with lethal precision. His eyes never left Izukuâs. âYouâve built this empire, worked so hard to make it yours. But the truth is, youâre scared. Scared of losing it all. Scared of... letting go.â
Izukuâs throat went dry. It wasnât the first time Kirishima had pushed him, but there was something different in the air today. Something deeper. Kirishima was testing himâpushing him in ways he couldnât understand. Couldnât resist.
Izukuâs pulse quickened. He shifted again in his chair, trying to maintain control, but Kirishima's words had landed, stirring something inside him that he didnât want to acknowledge.
Kirishima tilted his head, watching him closely, and then let out a quiet chuckle, low and dangerous.
âYou want to fight it,â Kirishima continued, his voice like silk, âbut deep down, you want this. You want me to take over. You want me to break down that little wall youâve spent so long building around yourself.â
Izukuâs fingers tightened around the edge of the table, his breath catching in his throat. His heart hammered against his chest, and he could feel the heat rising in his veins. His instinct was to push back, to remind Kirishima of the lines they both had to walk. But the way Kirishima spokeâlike he knew Izuku better than Izuku knew himselfâit rattled him to the core.
He couldnât look away. He couldnât escape the pull of Kirishimaâs gaze. He was caught in it now, like a moth to a flame, his body betraying him, the heat in his chest burning hotter than ever.
âYou think youâre untouchable,â Kirishima murmured, his voice lowering to a growl. âBut I can make you beg. I can take everything youâve built and make you beg for it.â
The words shot through Izuku like a bolt of electricity. He was used to being the one in control, the one giving orders. But Kirishima... Kirishima was different. He didnât follow the rules. He didnât respect boundaries. And somehow, that made him even more dangerous.
Kirishima leaned in just slightly, his breath warm against Izukuâs ear, his hand brushing ever so lightly over the back of Izukuâs chair. The small touch was enough to make Izuku shiver, to make his pulse race with something that was part dread, part desire.
âYou want to fight me,â Kirishima whispered, âbut you wonât. Because you know... Iâm the only one who can make you feel alive.â
Izuku opened his mouth to protest, to push back, but the words died in his throat. His mind was spinning, caught between the power of his position and the strange, intoxicating pull Kirishima had over him.
And then, without warning, Kirishimaâs hand moved, brushing over Izukuâs jaw with surprising tenderness, almost like a caress. The contrast between his roughness and the gentleness of the touch was maddening.
âYouâll learn to let go eventually,â Kirishima whispered, stepping back, his grin widening with satisfaction. âIâll make sure of it.â
Izuku stood frozen, his heart thundering in his chest, his mind racing to make sense of everything that had just happened. He wanted to push it aside, to focus on the merger, on the empire he had built. But the fire that Kirishima had ignited inside him was still burning.
And he knew, deep down, that it wasnât going out anytime soon.
Iâve just come to the horrific conclusion that perhaps my Yuki/Max crackfic tempted the universe and now we get rancid teammate time.
Anyways if you wanna read it before every Yuki fan jumps off their local highest building, here it is! (Sorry I didnât have time to finish the art, maybe someday!!! And again thank you to @rarepairfest for putting the whole thing on!)
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Content Warnings: body horror, corruption, violence, aggressive behavior, demonic influence, power struggles, identity conflict, emotional instability
One of the biggest weaknesses that Bianca will face when she arrives on Gaia is that the Jenova cells and S cells that were introduced into Biancaâs body and attaches themselves to the infernal dna in her blood. This has given her infernal dna a boost and allowed it to suppress her celestial essence in the war that her celestial and infernal essences are always engaged in. Her angelic powers take on corruptive qualities, such as commanding nightmares and draining life.
Rather than hide her powers, Bianca embraces the aggression that the Jenova and S-cells, as well as the demonic blood, amplify. She becomes more direct and confrontational, allowing her corruptive powers to show in battle and intense situations. By leaning into the aggression, she doesnât shy down from demonstrating her strength.
To manage her powers, Bianca focuses on mastering their use. She will train to better control the destructive and chaotic aspects of her abilities. In moments where her powers spiral out of control, she tries to stabilize herself through sheer force of will or rely on Sephirothâs presence as a grounding force. She actively seeks ways to channel her energy rather than suppress the chaotic nature of her demon.
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Some important details about how the month of October because this month will be an intense month due to the Eclipse Season plus Pluto will become stationary direct increasing the energy up to 1000!! October will not be an easy month but the universe is pushing us to bring change in order for us to let go of old chapters & welcome new storylines that will unfold over the next 6 months & beyond!!
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Chapter 5 of Lightsabers Are Always Loaded is up. The tribulations of the Smugglers Summit leads Mara to make a decision that might just change the course of her life - or might not. Destiny is fickle that way.
