Aura is the youngest member of the Ring of Zephyrs and her popularity among the others accordingly low. Her belief in the New Octavo and its proposition that the soul does not only cling to one body, acknowledging clones as real human beings, only causes the traditional Zephyrs to mistrust her. After Proxima Opal's death, more and more followers of Luminism turn towards the preachings of the Primary Octavo, according to which the Emperor's clones are soulless beings. Inhuman, unnatural. While tensions arise within the Ring, Aura secretly travels to Trantor to inform the Emperor of the dangers ahead and offer her aid. With the Luminists conflicted between following or denying the Empire, Aura only sees one way to preserve the teachings of the New Octavo; prove to the Ring that Emperor Cleon possesses a soul. Meanwhile, an icy power awakens within her, putting her and her growing relationship with the Emperor at risk... ------------------------ Fanfiction based on the Apple TV adaptation of 'Foundation' by Isaac Asimov Brother Day (Cleon XIII) x OC HIGH PRIORITY FIC

Once a luminous axis in the outer systems-spoken of in tones usually reserved for miracles-Elydra is now erased with bureaucratic indifference, as if entire civilizations can be papered over by omission. Its constellations have been renamed. Its soil ground to carbon beneath the crawl of imperial machines. Its myths sold back to the galaxy in the form of sterilized exhibits curated by historians who never walked among the breathing temples or listened to the skyroots whisper their ancestor names. The Empire called it justice. Progress. Efficiency. Brother Day, cloned god-emperor of recursion and ritual, wears divinity like a costume passed down too many times. Sculpted in logic, crowned by inertia, he ordered the erasure of a civilization as if reformatting a file. But even precision fails when the data fights back. Elira-its one and only rightful heir-was meant to die with it. A child of the sacred bloodline, born into rites older than the Empire itself, her lineage etched in the sacred spiral script known only to the astronomer-priests and neurospirit-weavers. Her name was carved into orrery stones beside celestial predictions no longer believed. Her soul was intended to be a cipher through which the stars might remember themselves. Now chosen-offered, bartered, condemned-into political union with the executioner of her lineage, Elira maps the anatomy of revenge. Her existence is a blasphemy in the house of the Empire's gods, and she intends to profane every altar. All original characters and story elements belonging to the Foundation TV series remain the intellectual property of their rightful creators. This work is an original extension of that universe for transformative purposes. All additional characters, worldbuilding, and narrative designs contained herein are creations of my own‼️

❝ you didn't see that coming? " " sweetheart, can you please stop pretending you're in an avengers movie? ❞ in which the archangel and the skywalker walk into a suicide mission with flirty talks, seductive smiles, and a no-strings-attached relationship, and walk out with something that might just be love started: dec 21, 2019 status: [COMPLETED] jan 13, 2020

They were supposed to be teammates, not each other's weakness.

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MYCROFT HOLMES X OC (YOUNG SHERLOCK) Hailynne Virelle was known to be the second child of the famous Virelle family. From studying Mathematics from Cambridge University, she transfers from Cambridge to Oxford University to continue studying Natural Philosophy in their new science department with scholarship given by Bucephalus Hodge. Her main goal was to research upon Electrical transmission, specifically on gas light. As a new scholar, she wasn't particularly aware of where she was and with who she could be involved with, so she chooses to stay alone and focus on her research, so she wont find trouble. However, that changes when a certain scout, and a couple of classmates of hers, get involved with the murder of Professor Thompson. Considering her family's wealth and how they spoil her, they demand special treatment for her, especially with her tells and gifts. She was known to be invisible by people, despite her family being the most well respected in England, so she had access to places and secrets where other students wouldn't. Hailynne thought, proving her research correct would be the most difficult challenge to come, but she hadn't considered, friendships. Betrayal. Family. And falling in love.

James Moriarty and Lithia Holmes find themselves drawn together in a love neither expected and both are determined to protect. Their bond is tender yet fiercely tested as they navigate the constraints of class, reputation, and the unyielding expectations of Victorian society. With Sherlock's sharp‑eyed loyalty on one side and Mycroft's cold disapproval on the other, James and Lithia must learn how to build something real in a world that doubts them at every turn. Through quiet moments, heated clashes, and the slow, steady work of understanding one another, they discover that love is not a single choice but a series of them - made in the face of pressure, fear, and the shadows of their pasts. Their journey is one of resilience, devotion, and the delicate balance between who they are and who they hope to become, together.

James Moriarty. Brilliant, arrogant, and stubborn. How did he become the man he is? Why did he go to Oxford? It all comes down to one name: Maira

What starts as an ordinary life at Oxford quickly unravels when Y/N cross paths with two very different minds-Sherlock Holmes and James Moriarty. Drawn into something far bigger than expected, the three of you form an unlikely trio, navigating secrets, danger, and a mystery that runs deeper than it first appears. Between clever deductions, reckless decisions, and moments that blur the line between friendship and something more, one thing becomes clear-nothing about this is simple. And once you're in... There's no going back.

A sweeping coming-of-age story told through the private diary of Lady Olivia Elisabeth Berkeley, beginning at thirteen years old and ending on the eve of her twentieth year. From a Hampshire boarding school where she first encounters the singular mind of Sherlock Holmes, through the drawing rooms of Berlin and the sun-drenched terraces of the South of France, to the corridors of the Foreign Office and the cold streets of Moscow, Olivia grows from a sharp-tongued aristocratic girl into one of the most formidable young women in Her Majesty's service. The diary traces not only her professional ascent but the private losses that shape her, a first love that ends with deliberate honesty, a best friend lost too young, a mother she never knew, and her slow, complicated drift toward Mycroft Holmes, a man who is her equal in nearly every way and who cannot quite bring himself to be brave enough. Written with wit, precision, and an unflinching commitment to honesty, the diary closes with Olivia heading to Oxford, the formula in her coat, and every door of her life simultaneously open.