Stories by Girl Who Writes

He's sitting amongst his wife's… ashes-dust-remains. There has never been an Emmett without a Rosalie, not in any history that counts, and without Rose, he has no plan, no direction, no purpose. The Snap did not discriminate when it took half of everything, and left them behind in the wreckage.

No one ever mentioned the string of broken, discarded hearts destined love leaves in its path. Setsuna and Seiya find each other at Usagi and Mamoru's wedding.

After death-defying feats, so much paperwork, hours of evaluations, their blood spilt in dozens of countries, endless cups of tepid coffee and hours upon hours of silence, they are together in this.

When cinders rain from the skies, he goes looking for her. He cannot help himself. Loki returns to Asgard in the wake of Ragnarok.

He had learnt, in many painful, uncomfortable and downright embarrassing ways, that when it came to Sif, it was better not to resist. To wait and simply find some sort of… loophole.

"You could just say you're afraid," Loki whispered as they settled together, facing each other with their foreheads touching. "Warriors don't get frightened of anything," Sif whispered back.

"You think you know pain? He will make you long for something as sweet as pain." The Lady Sif is broken in a million different ways to pay for his sins.

She wonders what it is like to spill lies and half-truths all the time, to surround himself in people who can never trust him. How fragile a shell of falsities must be, and how brittle he must truly be if this is how he has chosen to protect himself.

When it is all over and done, she feels like screaming. Long and raw and for once, not worrying about who saw her pain, her anger and frustration, her weakness. (And it is a very long life for War without Mischief.)

Serenity disappointed herself once on the battlefield, and she swore to herself never again, and draws herself up with the conviction that her Usagi-self doesn't understand.

Summers made her feel like she was thirteen again, that stagnant feeling that this was all she was ever going to be - with nothing to look forward to. A long summer slinging coffee, and Darcy just wants out.

It takes her a long time to notice - remember? - that when Setsuna lets the candles dim, Inanna dims too. She is nothing but a golden outline against the darkness and she wonders what it will take for her to go out. (Setsuna/Minako)

She couldn't decide which scenario hurt her more – that Haruka had friends that she didn't know about, or that Haruka had fled to the arms of a woman.

…"So I'm thinking that we should savour every single moment, and not think about everything else." Silver Millennium drabbles.

Saturn waits in pain, the grim phantom of duty sapping away all that the child is.

SMS AU "Have you heard of Sailor Moon and the Sailor Senshi, Hotaru?" What if Hotaru's mother had been possessed with Mistress 9?

She watches with the care of someone observing a deadly, unpredictable animal, waiting for the beast to show its claws. Silver Millennium-era.

She is the one who has seen what waits at the end and could only weep. Usagi.

A series of drabbles focusing around Usagi and her past, present and future. “You’re going to be a beautiful Queen one day, Chibiusa,” Serenity cooed. “But first, you’re going to be our beautiful little princess Small Lady."

How many times had he wanted to join her, ask her what she was reading, what she was thinking?

It is not her past that stalks her waking self. Setsuna & Minako.

There would be no redemption. Not for her. Haruka feels trapped after the events of Sailor Stars. Post Episode 200. Haruka/Michiru. Haruka/Usagi.

This had not been what Jadeite planned for his Sunday afternoon. Jadeite, Hotaru, Chibiusa.

A group of princesses on a lazy summers day during the Silver Millennium. Ensemble.

He wonders if somewhere, anywhere, they ended up getting it right. CT-era. Chibiusa.

After everything he’d done, having only the Time Guardian waiting for him on the other side was something of a relief. Nephrite & Pluto

He also had the sneaking suspicion that she was enjoying this more than he thought the terms of their truce should have allowed.

It was not Small Lady who burnt her mark into Saturn's brow and expected a millennia of power – of life and death, of evolution and revolution - to come to her hand.

Allowing Chaos to return to everyone's minds was dangerous - “Even little moon princesses make mistakes.”

This had to happen. No, it was not her place to adopt the Princess as her own – she was not to be a mother or a sister, she was a soldier. Anything beyond that was not her role to fill. Setsuna.

Set after the SuperS Special. It was impossible. She was not worth such a price. Would Michiru have left the world to destruction if she had died? Haruka & Michiru.

Set during Episode 110. She wonders if there is anything beyond the barrel of the gun, anyone or anything that she can beg for forgiveness. Haruka.

“Princess Hotaru seemed lonely. I mistook her for you in the shadows."

He was powerless against the charm of Hotaru Tomoe, honestly.

In another dimension, a parallel universe, she’s laughing at the irony of her role in everything - she feels like a cross between a puppet master and a cosmic baby-sitter. This is not sadness, this is grief. Setsuna.

She secretly takes pleasure in recounting every moment of her day, knowing that there are no missing pieces, no lost moments. Hotaru.

They each recall their past, where there are regrets and hopes, secrets and joys; where their histories were made in repetition, in nagging doubts and secretive hopes. HM

She understands why people turn to religion, now. How could she not, with the Moon Queen’s name on her lips as they slice the flesh of her body, peel it back and find humor in her agony?

She had never aspired to make the history books. Not like this.

The crystal cracked and shattered in those last moments.

Usagi had hurt in a thousand, tiny ways. The half smile-grin that Haruka offered the clumsy blonde – Michiru had thought that was her smile. Michiru vignettes.

“We all need things, Michiru. Hotaru needs us to make a normal family for her. Setsuna needs Hotaru – and you and I – so she doesn’t disappear completely.”

A series of one-shots based around the Outer Senshi in the Silver Millennium. Written for LJ's SMMFC. “But do you feel guilty?” Haruka persisted. “She doesn’t know any of this, and we’re trying to drag her into a war.”

And Usagi lets Haruka and Michiru have their moments snatched between life and duty – and doesn’t say a word.

A series of one-shots based around Setsuna. Written for LJ's SMMFC. Temptation is a powerful force, one that goes hand in hand with Chaos more often than not.

It is the whisper of something in the back of your mind – sweet, wordless promises that you cannot quite make out but your heart recognizes. A series centering about Sailor Saturn and her duty in the Silver Millennium, using various perspectives.

Her duty was the only thing that remained from the wreckage of the Moon Kingdom, and she would protect it with every breath in her body. A five part fic chronicling defining moments in Setsuna’s life.

Where Haruka is confused, Michiru is philosophical and the road doesn’t end

Perhaps this has shut other people out – people who do not have the time or inclination to befriend me as myself – not the artist, not the senshi, not Haruka’s other half, just Michiru – Michiru contemplates herself, the senshi and her family after Stars.

Nothing in the world is perfect, she knows that.

He had been looking forward to a bath and a night’s sleep in a proper bed as his thirtysixth birthday celebration. RLNT

The lovely woman with her whole life ahead of her, and the man who looks like he spent the night in a gutter, people stare at them and shake their heads. RLNT

The early morning sunlight bleeds into the sky and she stabs her cigarette out on the ground and walks into the old house. RLNT

Blood is thicker than water, and it follows her everywhere. RLNT

The blanket smells like her perfume, and is the softest thing he’s ever touched. RLNT

When Remus returned home on Friday night, the most notable thing was the quiet. RLNT

His scars mark him as a hero now and not a pariah, and he is glad for the others but sorry it came to this for them to be recognised. RLNT

Her smile is reserved for his eyes only. RLNT

I found the note on the kitchen table this morning. Would you like to explain it, you git? RLNT

She turns her head away from him the last days before he leaves. RLNT

Whatever love was to Nymphadora Tonks, it was being safe and happy, together – and redemptive. RLNT

Nymphadora Tonks was a girl with a mission. RLNT

The sun is lower in the sky, and fear is being replaced with grim determination. “Don’t be a hero, Remus. Just be alive.” RLNT

The little black dress was his downfall. RLNT

... And that if they both had to be proverbial broom wrecks of people, they could at least do it together. RLNT