𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗼, 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗫𝘆𝗹𝗼! 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱.

Every reader of The Beginning After the End knows that the journey is fraught with war, tragedy, and missed connections. My Imaginarium is an escape from that heartbreak. This is a curated collection of short stories, alternate universes, and oneshots focusing entirely on my favorite ship. Whether you're looking for sweet fluff, intense slow-burn, or missing scenes from the novel, you'll find those stolen moments brought to life right here. This fanfiction is based on the novel called as "The Beginning After The End" or "TBATE" in short. All the contents of 'TBATE' belongs to its original author, TurtleMe.

Cringy Arthur x Sylvie. *** Slow updates-slower than your progress in finding a partner. Credits to Turtleme Credits to Konomidrawz for thumbnail

Arthur, having seen the destruction of the forest with his eyes was now the main target of Asuras. While he wished to confirm himself if his sister was indeed alive and well-he knew instinctively that she was. Now cursing the gods that doomed the forest to its fate, Arthur vowed to end the ones responsible for it. In his enraged state, time itself seemed to distort, as his sense or reality was thrown out the window, he woke up a few seconds later... in his younger body.

What if Arthur and Caera got married in Alacrya? What happens when the survivors of Dicathen find out? What happens when people in Alacrya find out? Starts off when Caera travels over to Dicathen. DISCLAIMER: Everything is owned by TurtleMe

In this story grey was married to Cecilia as they became Queen and King. After getting chased down by a loved crazed Nico. Grey died fighting his own battles as Cecilia was getting chased down by Nico who wanted nothing but to make Cecilia his, so after getting confronted with Nico for the last time she committed suicide. But just before grey could start regretting his past he became something new. This is my remade version of Beyond Fate 4# in tessxart

What would have happened if sylvie had never sacrificed herself for arthur and if arthur had met a deity before he died? DISCLAIMER English is not my main language so sorry in advance for the grammatical errors. Ido not own The beginning after the end everything belongs to their respective authors which are Turtleme

Twice, the Dawn rose over Dicathen. Twice it crested the horizon, bathing the world in light. Twice it fell in turn. Devastating losses haunt the Sons of Dawn as they navigate an unfamiliar land filled with impossible danger, the looming threat of a tyrant asura king waiting like a guillotine over their Hearth. If they have the strength of arm, they might rescue their flock, bringing a force never before seen to the aid of those in need. In Dicathen, the Once and Future King treads the line between dark and light, holding the forces of worldly destruction at bay with subtle diplomacy and the strength of his sword. And back home in Alacrya, where all is war? A hidden knife of a woman, gleaming moonlit white, prepares to drive deep into the gut of those who took so much from her people. Fate has taken everything it could, a dirge of despair for those who lie beneath its boots. Yet this concert of causality is not the only one to play through the world: when the discord grows too great, when rebellion ferments in the hearts of men, can those who deny the world as it is escape their shackles? It's time to see the Symphony shattered. (Part 3/3 of Discordant Note) (Part 1: Discordant Note | TBATE) (Part 2: Discordant Note: Crescendo | TBATE) (Updates Tuesday/Saturday)

One shot story. About Caera. I don't read TBATE anymore, so forgive me if it doesn't make sense. -------- This story has been in my drafts for almost 2 years. I just did a little editing last night and published it today. For anyone who missed my writing, I hope this satisfies you. Enjoy ❤

He slowly slid his hands on the table. While his eyes were shining in the pitch darkness of the room, he felt the other person's hair, which was silky and looked like the blue of the dark night. "What are you talking about?" he said, his voice trembling, filled with fear. The emotional charge of that moment combined with the tension in the room and spread around. The other person's lips curled slightly as he looked at you with his icy golden eyes. "I don't understand," you said, your voice echoing off the walls like a low whisper. "Oh you'll learn," he whispered, his breath touching her ears. Every flutter of that foggy, sharp breath sent shivers through her. It was just me and him in the dark room