#but when i grew up i learnt that people didn't like her that much which is why she was never even ordered into toy stores so hm

[cannedsoupcansoup]

When I was a kid it was SUPER important to me to have (only) 1 of each of the My Little Pony mane cast. I would ask for a new doll each holiday or event and slowly but surely I got all of them in order (starting with my favourites). However, for some reason, no store in my entire region had any Apple Jack dolls, none. and she was my favourite. And the thing is, I was never a completionist so I didn't just want her for the sake of having her, but I am autistic so it made playing with my other dolls really hard because the more I had of them the more difficult it was to write cannonical explanations as to why she was absent while literally everyone else was there.

One morning, my evil grandma and I were at a random store and they had those awful mystery figure bags, we bought one, and low and behold: Apple Jack!

HOWEVER, she was small af. like, y'know, she was a mini figure, which is what she was. But finally I had an Apple Jack and completed the Mane six. The only problem is, how do I explain her size difference to the others? well, you see, obviosuly she was hit by a shrink ray, and now they must find a way for her to be put back to normal (my mum needs to find me a proper Apple Jack doll) and until that happens (my mum finding me a proper Apple Jack doll) she's stuck, and she was also not happy about it and when I'd get frustrated about it she'd have monologues about being small and being hit by a shrink ray and feeling bad about it.

And so, moral of the story is that I never got a proper Apple Jack to this day. R.I.P

[sansaorgana]

— THE SERPENT QUEEN

PAIRING — Sauron x fem!Maia!Reader

SUMMARY — The Queen of The Southlands is Adar's prisoner in Mordor but her husband comes back to set her free. At least that is what they want other people to believe. In fact, they seek their revenge on the Lord Father of the Uruks and they certainly are up to no good.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — The idea for this story started quite simple – Halbrand looks so hot in this episode that while rewatching I thought... what if he was like "set my wife free" instead of "let my people go"...? 🥵 And in the end the story grew much bigger plot-wise and it's quite long but I didn't want to split it in two parts because I feel like more interesting things are happening later in the story. 🙈🤣 The Reader is a Maia and she changes her forms but I did not describe how any of them look like except for a little detail that is a scar and I needed it for the plot. She is also a shape-shifter like her husband but she is known for being a serpent and she is referred to as (Y/N), which is her "Maia name" but I also gave her three other names, which are for her disguises and their meanings are explained in the fic. BTW there might be a second part to my Chrysalis fanfic! But I wanted to write something else first! 🦋

WARNINGS — Reader is not a good person, mentions of Morgoth's past abuse (towards her, Mairon and Adar), Reader is being beaten by the Orcs as their prisoner (she is a Maia, though, so it doesn't really damage her or anything... but still!), brief mentions of other prisoners dying (including children), Reader has a scar on her chest/breast, shape-shifting into a snake (can it be a tw?)

WORD COUNT — 8,500 (🙈)

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

THE SERPENT QUEEN

“Where did Halbrand’s wife ever learn how to use a sword?” Galadriel wondered after watching your little performance to show her that you indeed could pick the freshly forged weapon up and wield it.

You panicked at first, not knowing what to say, therefore you laid your eyes on your husband who was leaning on the wall with a smirk as he watched you. His tanned muscles, dirty from the forge’s grease, flexed in a very appealing manner as he smirked. After all, he was the master of deception, therefore you hoped he would come up with a good lie.

“That is how I fell in love with her, don’t you know?” He chuckled and shook his head, winking at you. “I started a tavern brawl once and there she was, showed up out of nowhere and pressed a knife to my throat, telling me to get out of her father’s tavern. She kicked my arse although I admit, I let her,” he added and you rolled your eyes.

“Bollocks,” you snorted at that. “Keep lying to yourself, Hal.”

Galadriel smiled at the story, however she remained vigilant.

“That does not answer my question,” she pointed out but you already felt more comfortable with lying since your husband had prepared the soil for it.

“My grandfather was a knight,” you told her. “A poor one that had been given some of his own land but he lost nearly all of his humble fortune because of gambling. He kept his sword, though, and I was his only grandchild. My old man never learnt how to wield it nor was interested in it but I picked it up quite fast. My grandfather was hesitant at first since I was a girl but he eventually gave in and taught me,” you added to make the story more believable. Galadriel, however, looked a little stunned while you grew frustrated. “Listen here, Elf, human women are stronger and more independent than you think. In the village not so far away from ours, there is this woman… Annie’s her name, am I right, Hal?” You looked at your husband with another made up lie.

“Aye, hard–headed Annie,” he nodded and Galadriel raised an eyebrow.

“She is a carpenter’s widow and when ol’ John died, Annie was left with nothing. She learnt the craft in a year and re-opened the workshop,” you told her and Galadriel seemed to be a little surprised but did not comment any further.

“Well, alright then, knight’s granddaughter,” she challenged you as she raised her own sword slightly to point its sharp tip at you. “Show me how you fight now. Holding the sword and waving it around is one thing but dueling with me is another,” she walked out of your house and you swallowed thickly, squeezing the sword’s hilt.

“Don’t overdo it,” Mairon squeezed your arm when you were on your way out. He leaned in to hiss it into your ear as he shot you a warning glance. “(Y/N), I mean it. Let her win in the end.”

You looked deep into his eyes without hiding your frustration and anger. 

“Oh? You think I would defeat her? Have you forgotten already?!” You snapped at him, lowering aggressively your white blouse from underneath your corset with your free hand to show him a scar on your breast.

The scar Lady Galadriel had left there the very last time you had duelled with her back in the First Age during the battle where she had known you under a different name and profession, which was one of Morgoth’s Lieutenants. The wound had been inflicted with a steel from Valinor and its pure light had damaged your physical form forever – no matter what shape you took, your form always had a scar in the very same spot.

Your husband looked at the scar and chuckled at the sight of it, which annoyed you further.

“Just go and do your thing but don’t make her suspicious,” he said and you fixed your blouse before following Galadriel outside but not without giving him a scolding look.

Mairon walked out of the building as well and leaned on another wall now but this time in the shadow of the building’s roof where he was able to watch your duel with the Lady of Light.

“Do not fret, it is but a friendly sparring,” she smiled at you.

“I don’t fret,” you emphasised and charged at her.

You were trying to keep your rage at bay and despite the centuries since your previous fight, you quickly found your rhythm again that resembled a gracious dance of two fierce ladies. Feeling your husband’s gaze upon you, not without feeling frustrated and humiliated, you stumbled a few times and let out a few groans of effort to look more human and less experienced than you truly were, hesitating here and there before making the next move even though it had been calculated and planned already.

The Númenorian commoners living on the same street as you and your husband these days froze in the middle of the pavement and abandoned their daily errands to watch the sparring between two foreigner women and what fascinated them the most was how this extraordinary duel was between a human and an Elf. But what they did not know was the fact that the fight in front of their eyes was even more special than they realised.

It was a fight between two old enemies and none of them was mortal. A duel between the Lady of Light, Commander of the Northern Armies of High King Gil-Galad and the Serpent Queen – the only female Lieutenant of Morgoth and then Sauron’s right hand and wife. You had been enemies with her for long centuries now and even in the songs and legends you had always been put against one another. However, that was something even she did not know of at the moment.

You finally landed on the ground, your shoulder blades hitting the pavement as you dropped your sword. She would probably win either way, which was something you had to admit to your own self bitterly, however this time you allowed it to happen much quicker than usual. The way you fell down on the ground hurt your human flesh, therefore you let out a whine and Galadriel’s eyes widened slightly. She visibly felt bad about the fierceness in which she had defeated you despite assuring you of the friendly nature of this sparring.

But throughout the fight you could feel her frustration growing when she had realised you were better than she had been expecting.

“Are you quite alright?” She asked, reaching out towards you with his hand. “You fought well. Your style reminds me of someone very powerful I had once known… Your grandfather must have been a grand knight.”

“I am fine,” you drawled out through your gritted teeth and grabbed her hand, allowing her to help you stand up while you picked up the sword from the ground. The people watching on the pavement were slowly going back to running their daily errands. “Do you think my skills are enough to fight the Orcs?” You asked, innocently.

“Yes, I think so,” Galadriel nodded with a furrowed brow and looked behind you to meet your husband’s gaze. “If your husband allows it, that is.”

“I don’t need his permission for anything,” you shrugged your arms.

“Of course,” Galadriel smiled softly. “But I’m sure Halbrand here would not want to lose you, Maira.”

“I’m not worried about that,” he approached you two and stood behind you before wrapping his strong arm around your waist. “She’s invincible, that woman,” he leaned in to kiss your cheek and you giggled. “My woman,” he added and you patted his arm playfully.

Galadriel kept smiling gently at the two of you. She was very glad her plan was working out and of course you had been making sure it would. Your husband had been playing the role of a man who wanted to have nothing to do with his heritage and you played the role of an insisting wife, motivating her man to do the right thing. A classic, old tale.

“The Southlands will prosper under your rule, of that I am sure,” Galadriel whispered with hope in her voice. “King Halbrand and Queen Maira. Your bloodline will be the bloodline of the great and righteous kings.”

“And queens,” you winked at her with a chuckle.

About that one thing you agreed with her, actually – The Southlands would prosper under your rule.

You would heal it, after all. And then you would be moving along to heal more realms and lands. Until all of Middle-earth would be nothing but perfect.

You were not sure if the volcano exploding was part of your husband’s plan. It probably was but as usual he had not told you everything and it frustrated you greatly. Either way, you had no time to discuss it with him as the dust and fire began to cause chaos and destruction. As the (self-proclaimed) Queen of The Southlands, you busied yourself with pretending to be a protector of your subjects, helping women and children to seek shelter.

The darkness and disarray made it possible for all the Orcs to break free and begin their slaughter as well. And somewhere amongst the messy battle, you were suddenly thrown on the ground with all force and attacked by the filthy creatures you had once led to the battlefield yourself.

Therefore, you knew perfectly well everything about how they were fighting and how they were thinking. Surrounded by darkness and chaos you could show the true potential of your abilities since Galadriel could not see you and find them suspicious. This way, you slayed quite a few Orcs but there were too many of them charging at you and, eventually, they kicked the sword out of your hand and held you by your hair, throwing your head back to expose your neck for the dirty blade of the biggest one amongst them.

“Mairon,” you called for him with your mind. You needed a rescue – you did not want to lose this flesh, which would separate you from your husband for another few centuries.

You had been patiently waiting for his return, hiding away from the Valar who wanted to find and judge you. If you lost your flesh now like he had once lost his, you would have to be away from him for a few more centuries. What a cruel fate it would be but perhaps that was the way for the gods to punish you from afar.

And how ironic it would be if you lost your wife because of the Orcs like your husband had once lost his as well. 

“Mairon!” You called for him again when the Orc’s blade moved closer to your neck.

Your husband, however, was busy fighting and perhaps he didn’t even sense your calling. There was only one thing you could do to save your flesh now, although it risked losing your disguise.

The human colour of your eyes subdued slowly and you allowed your pupils to narrow unnaturally as if you were a snake while one side of your human face swelled with thick, black blood flowing in your veins. The Orcs took a step back and looked at each other, confused. You quickly went back to your ordinary and innocent look, though, making them believe they had just experienced some sort of mirage.

They were only descendants of the ones who had been fighting by your side all the centuries ago before your army had turned their backs on you, leaving you in the middle of the battlefield to die from the wound Galadriel had inflicted upon you. Therefore, they could not remember you.

But, perhaps, the legend of the Serpent Queen was still being told between a father and a son amongst the Orcs. Amongst the Elves you were known as Lókë, too, just like your husband was known as Sauron. The Serpent and The Abhorred.

“I am Maira, Queen of The Southlands,” you breathed out the name of your human disguise to the Orcs, pretending to be as desperate as proud. “I am more valuable to you alive,” you added.

They were grunting between each other some things in the Black Speech, which you could understand perfectly but you pretended you could not. Finally, they agreed to let Adar decide your fate and you clenched your jaw at the mention of his name.

The one who had betrayed you and your husband. The one who had ordered the Orcs to leave you out to die in the battlefield where you had been fighting at the same time Mairon had been coronating himself. The war with the Elves had kept you apart on the day so important but you had been trying to remain hopeful – to win him a battle as his coronation gift and get your own coronation ceremony shortly after.

In fact, your husband had promised you that yours would be much grander and more beautiful if you had to have two separate ones. His had been supposed to be a humble one but yours would be the most breathtaking and splendid.

And after nearly coughing your lungs out after being wounded and naively left alone to die as if you were an ordinary mortal, you had crawled out of the battlefield, leaving a bloody trail behind you. And when you had arrived at your fortress, all you had found was Mairon’s dead body.

Knowing he would eventually come back to you, you focused on healing yourself and hiding from the outside world since now you had no army and no husband by your side, meanwhile the Valar had been searching for you. And all this time, you had been tempted to find Adar and seek your revenge but you knew your husband would not be happy that you had taken this from him. He had been the one personally slain by Adar, therefore the vengeance was his to take.

The Orcs put the shackles around your wrists and dragged you behind them to some shed where you were supposed to wait. And while you were on your way there, you finally heard him.

“(Y/N)?” You sensed a panic in his tone. “We are leaving, I am faking an injury. Where are you?”

“Go, Mairon,” you answered. “I am their prisoner and I am sure you can make an advantage of it,” you assured your husband with your mind. He was not replying for a while as if he was thinking about a new scheme.

“I will be back,” he only assured you after a while and you smirked to yourself.

“I know.”

Beaten and bruised, hair full of mud and dried out blood, you were dragged in shackles alongside other human prisoners and you were given no special treatment due to your status. Of course, despite the unpleasant experience of your human form, none of that could truly affect you because you were not bound to your flesh. 

If you truly were who you were claiming to be – a human common woman Maira – you would be long dead now, of that you were sure. In fact, you could see some of the humans dying out of exhaustion or injuries and they were mostly women and children.

Each time they were feeling worse, like the true Queen of The Southlands, you were begging for mercy and for help. And each time you were punished for that but of course nothing could damage your flesh permanently – except for pure Elven steel that represented the light of Valinor… but the Orcs did not possess such weapons, naturally.

They worked on some sort of a primitive settlement for themselves and the humans were required to help them. As a woman you were given a bit lighter jobs around and you were performing them although you wondered when would Adar finally grace you with an audience as you were gritting your teeth and wondering where your husband was and what was he doing.

And, finally, one day, while working alongside others, you spotted Lord Father taking a walk around the camp. He was talking to a few Orcs and nodding his head at their reports. 

You lifted your head up and Adar turned around this very moment as if he felt some sort of a connection between you two. Your eyes met and he tilted his head slightly when you were giving him a hateful look before going back to work.

After a short while, you were being beckoned over by the Orcs to approach them and Adar.

“You!” One of them called in his filthy, raspy voice. “Queen of The Southlands,” he addressed you with irony. “Come ‘ere, Your Majesty,” he emphasised the title as the rest laughed.

You straightened your back and walked up to them as much as the collar around your neck attached to a chain allowed you to. It was not enough, so Adar took a few steps ahead to stand closer to you and examine your face. You could feel your hatred for him growing and making your fists clench around nothing.

“What do they call you, Your Majesty? I believe your name has escaped me,” he started.

“Maira, my Lord,” you remained polite to pose as a person full of dignity no matter what circumstances were.

“Maira…” Adar hummed to himself and furrowed his brows. “The name sounds oddly familiar to me.”

Of course it did, what an idiot, you thought. You named your human disguise after your husband’s true name. And perhaps it had been a mistake, you had just realised.

“Named after my great-grandmother, I was,” you nodded at him. “I wanted to talk to you for a while now, actually. About the way you treat my people here. They need more food and water, better shelters at night, especially children,” you continued your play-pretend. “But I don’t think you want to talk to me about that, am I right?” You sighed.

“My children work as hard as your people. We all start with nothing here,” Adar pointed out and you clenched your jaw at his words.

“Yet your children walk freely and we have collars around our necks,” you told him.

“There is a price one must pay for being defeated,” he pointed out and lowered his gaze at the place where your blouse was torn, revealing a small part of your scar.

Adar furrowed his brows and lowered your blouse down with his cold finger as a shiver travelled down your spine and your heart began to pounder.

“My husband would kill you for that, my Lord,” you threatened but he ignored you.

“Where did you get a scar like this? I’ve seen you back there on the battlefield and you fought well, my Queen,” he addressed you with sarcasm, of course, “and you seemed to be experienced in combat.”

“The scar is not from any combat and I’ve been taught how to fight by my grandfather, he was a knight,” you answered his question but he kept staring at your scar and tilting his head. Was it possible that he could sense the source of the old wound? He was an Elf after all and what had poisoned you forever now was made out of Valinor’s light. “Aye, my Lord, the scar is from my past when I was a very young maiden and didn’t listen to my mama as I wandered around the woods on my own. Don’t worry, I defended myself and you should see the other guy,” you chuckled nervously and Adar finally raised his eyes to meet your gaze but he still looked unconvinced.

One of the Orcs approached him as he kept staring at you suspiciously. He whispered something into Adar’s ear and you could hear the word serpent as you realised that the same Orc had been one of those who had captured you before.

Adar nodded at him and laid his eyes upon you once more, this time even more intrigued than a moment earlier.

“My children claim you pulled a magic trick on them,” he pointed out and you had a feeling that denying it would only make it look worse for you, so you came up with another excuse.

Actually, you realised that lying was not such a difficult craft. So far, you had been mostly relying on your husband to prepare the soil for your deceptions but now, when he was not around to help, you found out it was not that hard to do it on your own.

“My grandmother was a witch, they say,” you remarked.

“You seem to be coming from a very interesting bloodline,” Adar smirked and you sighed.

“You want to talk about my ancestors, my Lord? Sure, why not. I feel myself invited for dinner then, but is it not rude to keep your guests in shackles?” You raised an eyebrow and his facial expression hardened immediately.

“Where is your husband, I wanted to ask?” He finally inquired what he had called you for in the first place.

“The hell would I know?” You shrugged your arms. “What do you need him for?”

“To send him a message that I have you,” Adar explained. “What other use are you to me if not a bargaining chip?” He pointed out. “If he doesn’t come for you, I can kill you easily and get rid of the burden.”

“He will come back,” you assured him with a head nod as your eyes became serious in an instant. “I don’t know where he is but he will not forsake me. You can expect him any day,” you added. “Not only I was left behind, my Lord, but his subjects, too.”

Adar nodded at you and dismissed you before walking away. You, however, stood still and kept staring at his back with nothing but pure hatred.

“What are you staring at?!” One of the Orcs barked at you. “Go back to work, whore!”

“You have no idea who you have just called a whore,” you only told him before turning around and going back to other prisoners. The Orc laughed at you. “Scum,” you muttered under your breath.

The day was windy and dark – like all days nowadays in the land that Adar had renamed to be Mordor. Mairon quite liked the sound of it and he thought he would not change it. Unless his wife would insist, of course. You hated everything that came from Adar, therefore you could want to change the name and he would not blame you.

If you two did not need the army of the Orcs so badly, you would probably insist on getting rid of them, too. That was how much you hated Adar and his children.

A few weeks you had suffered at the Orcs’ camp while your husband worked in Eregion with Lord Celebrimbor – pretending to be worried and heartbroken about his wife’s imprisonment, of course – but now he was finally back to free you and to continue his plan.

He had not been actually heartbroken – he knew his Serpent Queen was strong and truly invincible but he had been worried indeed. Worried that your impulsive nature had given your disguise away somehow during that time.

After turning himself in he was led in chains, with a collar around his neck, to see Adar alongside other humans captured on the way. He witnessed some people being killed for refusing to kneel in front of their new Lord and some being marked with burning iron for choosing to follow the new leader. As a man posing to be their King and protector, Mairon had to pretend to be sympathetic towards their fate.

“The King of The Southlands turned himself in, Lord Father,” one of the Orcs pushed him to stand closer to Adar who had been squinting his eyes at the man in front of him. “Says he wants to negotiate.”

“Is she alive?” Mairon asked as his voice broke a little although he knew perfectly well that you were – his sweet (Y/N), he could sense your presence from miles away now.

Adar hesitated before giving him an answer, visibly debating with himself inside of his mind.

“Worried about the witch, are you?” Adar finally asked and Mairon gritted his teeth.

What looked like him being angry at Adar for calling his wife a witch, was nothing but his anger towards you for being impulsive enough to earn such a title amongst them now.

“What are you talking about?” Mairon asked.

“Nothing,” Adar shook his head and chuckled. “She is alive and a burden to us all. Her wicked tongue and her big mouth surely are. If you want to take her, I am not going to ask for much in return. I will gladly get rid of your Queen,” Adar remarked and the Orcs laughed. 

Mairon moved uncomfortably. It was all a game, of course, but he felt real rage now at the disrespect these filthy creatures were showing to their rightful Queen.

“That is good to hear but I am here not only as her husband. I am here as the King of my people, too,” Mairon pointed out. “Let them go.”

The Orcs laughed again, which was something he had been expecting. Adar remained serious, though, and so did Mairon.

“...or yours will die,” he threatened, although as a human he was posing to be he could not do anything, of course.

Perhaps he shouldn’t be so angry with you for making too many hints about your real nature because he was giving in to the temptation himself now. It was simply impossible for creatures as proud as you two not to hint at your real greatness when you were forced to be humiliated by the circumstances.

Adar finally shook his head and snorted at Mairon’s threat.

“My people defeated the Men of these lands,” he said. “We defeated the Elves who came to their aid. We even defeated the allies, the Men from beyond the sea,” he stood up from his throne to walk up to Mairon. “There is no one left for us to fear.”

“There is one,” Mairon said to that, pretending to look hopeless and defeated. “Since Galadriel’s defeat, she sought out new allies,” he continued as Adar kept staring at him angrily but not without a hint of fear on his scarred face. “An ancient sorcerer and a Lady of Darkness, to instruct the Elves in forging a new weapon.”

The Orcs were visibly upset about the news as they looked at each other, worried.

“One you first told her about,” Mairon kept teasing to plant an idea inside Adar’s mind that he could be a source of his children’s demise. “A power over flesh,” he explained. “Do you remember those words? A power that will allow them to use your children as slaves in their army once more,” he finished his teasing. “I fled from them after finding out with whom the Elves wanted to forge an alliance,” he continued with the lie.

“Galadriel would never have anything to do with them. She spent long centuries fighting them and their evil,” Adar shook his head.

“Nothing brings people together as much as a common enemy. Perhaps she hates your children more than she hates them,” Mairon answered.

“Besides, they are both slain,” Adar chuckled nervously, trying to convince others as much as himself, therefore Mairon ignored that accusation.

“Set my wife free, let my people go, and I will tell you where they can be found, so you can destroy them and rid us both of their endless evil,” he made sure to sound a little frightened as well.

“No, Your Majesty,” Adar addressed him with irony as he moved even closer. “You will tell me everything you think you know of this sorcerer and his serpent whore now. Or I will spill the words from your throat.”

“If I die, all that I know dies with me,” Mairon pointed out. “You can’t kill me.”

“We’ll see for how long you keep that attitude,” Adar smirked before looking at one of the Orcs. “Bring her.”

You knew that your husband was back already, you could sense him for long hours now. However, you kept working as usual and pretending that you could not sense anything. The Orcs were already calling you a witch and you wanted them to think of you as an innocent village folk healer instead of a real sorceress with any grand powers because that would be too suspicious.

“You,” you felt a dirty hand grabbing you and turning you around as you nearly bumped into an Orc standing there.

“What is it?” You furrowed your brows, expecting him to inform you that you were free to go after your husband’s negotiations.

This, however, did not happen. Of course. Life would be too beautiful then.

You were dragged by the chain towards one of the wooden huts and thrown inside on the hard floor. You scratched your hands when you landed on it with your arms extended to avoid bumping your head.

“She is no part of this,” you heard a familiar voice and you raised your head as your eyes sparkled and a smile appeared on your face at the sight of your husband. 

He had a collar around his neck as well and he was as dirty and bruised as you were, chained to a wooden pillar. You wanted to run up to him but the chain around your neck was too short to be able to reach him as the Orcs laughed and they chained you to another pillar. This way you could face your husband but you could not touch him and what a great torment it truly was.

It was surely a torment much greater than the physical pain they were inflicting upon you to make him talk. And while they kicked and punched you, you dissociated – staring blankly at the wall and being grateful for the fact you were a creature powerful enough to be able to mentally leave your body like this.

“Stop it!” Mairon begged in a raspy voice as one of the Orcs kept his head still, forcing him to watch. When you laid your eyes on him once, you swore, he even faked a tear streaming down his cheek.

“I’m sorry,” you heard his voice inside your head and it made you realise that the tear was not a play-pretend. Watching you being in pain was not something he enjoyed unless it was in your intimate moments – something rooted in love and mutual consent.

“I can handle that,” you answered. “What is your plan?”

“I will tell you when we are left alone by them. Can you endure a bit more, my love?” He asked, worryingly.

“I would endure centuries of that for you, Mairon,” you assured him. “I will, however, lose consciousness now,” you warned him so he would not be scared before you pulled the trick on the Orcs and forced your flesh to shut down, pretending to faint out of pain.

Enduring the pain they were causing you was easy. Watching them hurt your husband was worse even though you knew that his case was exactly like yours and none of the damage could truly take him down or become too unbearable. Watching his pain was still making your heart ache as you sobbed and begged them to stop while your head was being kept still and forced to observe like his head had been held earlier by them as well.

The Orcs were taking turns in tormenting you both and you already knew all of Mairon’s plan, which he had revealed to you when they had left you for the night, thinking you would sleep the injuries off, not knowing that rest was not something any of you needed.

One evening the Orcs brought a growling and snarling warg with a collar around his neck like yours and chained him to yet another pillar. He could not hurt any of you because of the length of his chain but they assumed his presence would make you more scared as they walked out laughing and wishing you a good night ironically.

“Aww, poor baby,” you sighed and leaned your head back on the wooden pillar behind you. “Look, my love, they keep him on such a short chain. It should be a crime,” you pointed out. “Shh, shh, sweetheart, it’s fine now,” you cooed to the warg and he barked at you angrily. “Oh, don’t be cross with me, it was not me putting you here!” You chuckled at him and took a look at your husband from the corner of your eye.

He was sitting up as well, leaning on his pillar and staring at you lovingly from between his ruffled brown hair with a soft smile.

“You’ve always liked them,” he whispered.

“What is there not to like about those big, hairy beasts that tend to bite?” You teased him with a wicked smile and he chuckled while shaking his head.

“Do you remember witnessing me like that for the first time?” He asked and you smiled at the memory.

“You stepped on me, my love,” you said and he laughed, therefore you pouted, “and I do not find it funny!”

“You were easy to overlook, my darling. You were a snake then,” he reminded you

“First of all, I was the most beautiful snake in the woods, so you should have spotted me immediately,” you teased. “Second of all, I was terrified, remember? It was the first time I transformed and I could not repeat it. I truly thought I would never go back into my old shape…”

“But then, a big werewolf stepped on you and you suddenly changed into the fair maiden that you are to scold him,” he finished the story. “My wife.”

“Your wife,” you nodded with a smile. “I recognised you immediately, my husband. I recognised you by your eyes alone even though they were yellow orbs of the beast but something about them told me it was my Mairon.”

“And you hopped on me and I took you back to the fortress and our master laughed at that, remember? He called me your dog then,” he chuckled as he shook his head but you frowned at the mention of Morgoth.

“I never liked how he would humiliate you,” you admitted.

“This humiliation I did not mind,” he said.

“This whole thing,” you looked around, “reminds me of the past. Adar treats us like our master once did – making me watch you being hurt and forcing you to witness my torment. Do you think he is inspired by what our master was doing to us? And now he is inflicting it upon… well, us?” You chuckled sadly.

“I… don’t want to remember that,” your husband winced as he leaned his head back on the pillar behind him.

“Forgive me,” you looked down.

“Do you know what pains me the most?” He asked and you raised an eyebrow at him. “That we will forever be known and remembered as his subjects. His followers and his successors. His shadows.”

“There is nothing else we can do. In Valinor we are no longer welcome,” you shrugged your arms, however the old scar nearby your heart burnt at the mention of your home where, deep down, you longed to come back.

But not without Mairon.

“They wanted to give us a chance,” your husband reminded you in a whisper.

“And you really think they would allow us back in on the same terms? Don’t be foolish,” you snorted. “We would forever be outcasts amongst them and they would never trust us. And we would have to bow our heads for the rest of our lives – bow them lower than others to remain in their good graces. I’d rather be known as our master’s shadow and forever wear the stain of being his property once than to bow down in front of anyone ever again!” You drawled out through gritted teeth with determination and Mairon met your gaze, a little taken aback by your outburst. “You are the only one I can bow my head to.”

“You do not have to bow your head to anyone, my love,” he assured you.

At that very moment you were interrupted by a filthy human working for Adar and the Orcs – he was the worst amongst all of these creatures because he was doing all these things not because he had to or out of his nature but simply because he wanted to remain in their good favours no matter what.

He laughed with contempt at the sight of you and your husband and by the stink alone you recognised that he was carrying food for you.

“Am I interrupting’ somethin’, lovebirds?” He asked, to which you and your husband said nothing. “Come on, Your Majesties,” he teased. “Not even kings and queens can go without food,” he reminded you and he had lots of reasons to because you both had been refusing to eat for days now.

He crouched down next to you, probably too scared to tease your husband or perhaps you were more pleasant for his eye. Either way, you wanted to make him regret that.

You did not enjoy being perceived as weaker than your husband only because you were a woman. One thing you had to admit about your master – he had never treated you any different because of your gender. The pain, the torture, the punishments, the responsibilities – you had been gifted the very same ones as any other.

“Why doesn’t he want to open up?” Waldreg whispered into your ear as you kept staring at your husband only, ignoring him completely. “Mayhaps he doesn’t care about you so much, does he? Mayhaps it doesn’t bother him to see you in pain, Your Majesty.”

You clenched your jaw at his words. He had absolutely no idea how much Mairon cared. How much he had been caring for centuries now. How many times he had taken your master’s anger on himself to protect you.

“Mayhaps he told you what he knew, huh?” Waldreg continued. “I’m sure he did. You tell old Waldreg everything you know about Sauron and Lókë…”

Suddenly, you turned your head around to hiss at him, letting out a sound the very same as any real serpent would. Waldreg got startled and jumped back before stumbling down and falling as you chuckled with contempt.

“Pain must be something you enjoy!” He exclaimed at you and threw the food on the floor as two Orcs hurried to his side to help him stand up.

“Oh, mayhaps I do,” you mocked the word he had been teasing you with before and you gained a kick in the face in return from one of the Orcs. Blood filled your mouth as you laughed and the warg next to you began to snarl.

“After Lord Father releases us, I’m going to kill you,” your husband told Waldreg when you were spitting the blood out of your mouth.

“Adar doesn’t even remember you two are here,” Waldreg laughed.

But you knew it was not true – you would never forget the look in Adar’s eyes at the sight of your scar. You were sure he was intrigued by you and your husband and you even had that unsettling feeling that he simply… knew who you truly were.

The Orc, still standing above you, raised his hand to strike another blow and you tensed your muscles, preparing your flesh to endure it.

“I’ll take it,” Mairon interrupted him. “Leave her, I’ll take it,” he pleaded. “She is my wife and I am responsible for her big mouth and her stunts,” he insisted.

Tears filled your eyes at that because he had begged your master the same way once after the battle you had lost – she is my wife and I am responsible for her failure. I’ll take the punishment, leave her, I beg of you.

The Orc looked at Waldreg, a little confused. But Waldreg shrugged his arms in return because it did not matter to him which one of you would be beaten – he simply enjoyed the act. Therefore, the Orc only growled at you before he approached your husband to beat him instead.

What you did not sense in all that mess was the fact Adar was standing nearby and overhearing the last few sentences, which had reminded him of the twisted couple he had known in time long gone now, yet still fresh in his memory.

Your flesh was of a human, therefore it regenerated quicker when asleep. So, some nights you and your husband allowed yourselves to drift off to the land of dreams. You had done that on the previous evening but you quickly regretted that choice because the dream you had was far from pleasant.

It was not a dream, really. It was more of a memory that you found yourself inside of once more – the long and endless road you had crawled with a bleeding wound in your chest, only to find your husband’s dead body abandoned in the fortress in the puddle of his thick, black blood.

You had sobbed and taken his cold hand into yours as you had laid upon his still chest, burying your face in the red fabric of his robe, stained with his blood now, still sensing his weak presence somewhere around the fortress but it had been ungraspable, therefore hugging his dead flesh had been all you could do. You had brushed his ginger hair one last time with a sad smile and had fallen asleep there, on top of him, sobbing and defeated. Alone.

When you opened your eyes, though, you were back to reality. And there was Adar standing above you, staring intensely. You furrowed your brows at him but he did not say anything and crouched down to remove the collar from your neck and set your hands free from the shackles before standing up again without a word. He walked over you to stand above Mairon now, waiting for him to wake up as well.

You sat up lazily, wondering what would happen now and your husband woke up as well not long after you. 

“I was in your place once,” Adar said as you watched, intrigued. Mairon was still laying on the floor and staring at the ceiling. “In the eldest of the Elder Days,” Adar continued. “Thirteen of us were chosen to be blessed of Morgoth’s hand with the promise of power,” he crouched down to be closer to your husband’s face.

You looked up to exchange a confused look with Waldreg and one of the Orcs standing by the door to the hut. That small string of connection between the three of you in that moment was nearly funny if the situation was not so serious.

“A new birth. I was led up to a dark and nameless peak. Chained and left with nobody to keep me company except for a vicious serpent coming to visit me sometimes,” Adar confessed and the pain in his voice was raw and authentic.

You saw something glistening in the dim light and, to your surprise, that was your husband’s tear streaming down his cheek. You understood why – the first Uruks had not been the only ones that Morgoth had been torturing. Despite being enemies with Adar, you had a strong connection with him through the suffering you all had endured back in the day from the hands of the one you all had been calling your master.

“And after what seemed endless thirst and hunger…” Adar continued his story. “I saw them. His servants’ faces. Sauron’s face… It was beautiful. And Lókë’s, too, for she followed him everywhere. Her eyes… Those were the very same eyes as of the serpent that had been keeping me company in those endless days and I realised she had been the one to join me in my misery. And until this day I do not know if it was her mercy, her sympathy or her wicked passion for witnessing somebody else’s pain.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat, stopping yourself with every fibre of your being from telling him that it had been sympathy – it had been nothing but pure sympathy and what had been his repayment? Betrayal.

Although some part of you understood his reasons, too. It had all been for his children. Perhaps one day you would understand this kind of love as well but it would require you to forever bind yourself to your physical form and you were not sure if it was a sacrifice you would ever be ready to make.

“Lókë wiped the dirt, sweat and blood off of my face. Sauron offered me wine, red as a blood moon,” Adar went on with his story. “He offered me wine and on that dark and nameless peak, I drank it. I drank it all.”

You saw your husband glancing at you with his teary eyes and now your own eyes were wet, too, after being reminded of that day.

“Your wife is no longer in chains. Your people have been set free,” Adar announced. “Now, tell me what you know of Sauron and Lókë,” he demanded and your husband moved his head up slightly as his blood-covered lips curved into a smile.

“Sauron has returned in a new form and his lover forged herself a new flesh as well,” your husband revealed. “I am not yet sure what shape they have taken.”

“Then of what use are you to me?” Adar asked, angrily, while standing up.

“I have something you don’t,” your husband teased him. “The trust of the Elves. Release me, release my wife,” he continued, “and we’ll go to them and I’ll seek Sauron out, so you can marshal your legions to destroy him.”

Long silence occurred, in which you assumed Adar was overthinking the proposition.

“We want the same thing you do, Lord Father,” you whispered, your voice nothing but a shaky breath. Adar turned around to look at you intensely and you pretended to startle a little. “We want Middle-earth to be free of evil.”

It was no lie – you wanted nothing else. You wanted this world to be a good and happy place. Healed.

Adar took a deep breath in and eventually nodded at Waldreg, who walked up to Mairon hesitantly.

“Do you vow allegiance to Adar, Lord Father of the Uruks?” He asked, giving you a quick glance before looking back at your husband.

You waited for Mairon’s decision first and you could see how much it costed him to say that word even though it was only a game you two were playing.

“Yes,” he said.

“Yes,” you followed.

“Then kneel,” Waldreg ordered. “Both of you,” he turned his head around to look at you.

You moved yourself up on trembling legs, pretending to be moved and scared. Your husband was still in shackles, therefore he struggled to get onto his knees and it pained you to watch him so humiliated. You approached him to help him but Adar extended his hand to stop you from any further movement. You froze and waited for your husband to get on his knees first before you would join him.

And when he was on his knees, you felt Waldreg hitting your back and making you fall down upon yours as well even though it was unnecessary because you planned on doing that anyway. You looked up at him with hatred.

“Now, swear it,” he ordered.

It was all a play-pretend, you had to remind yourself. Being on your knees in front of a man who had betrayed you once was so humiliating, though, that you wanted to cry for real. And something about Adar’s proud and intense gaze was telling you he truly knew who you were.

“I vow��” your husband began.

“With your head at my feet,” Adar interrupted him and you looked up at him with anger before you began to follow his order before your husband even moved, still taken aback by such a request.

“Not you,” Adar stopped you. “Him.”

You swallowed thickly and exchanged a look with your husband before he eventually gave in and laid his face on the ground in front of Adar’s boots.

“I vow to serve the Lord of Mordor,” your husband whispered. To the end of my days… and his,” he finished.

Adar laid his eyes on you now, still kneeling as your thighs trembled slightly.

“I vow to serve the Lord of Mordor,” you bowed your head, humbly. “Till death removes me from the responsibility,” you added.

Adar nodded and walked away. Waldreg freed your husband from his collar and his shackles although he did not look happy about it. When Mairon was finally free, you cupped his face and leaned in to press your forehead to his before kissing him briefly with a big smile to be able to hold him again.

You were given one black horse you had to share but you did not mind it at all as you hopped on it to sit behind your husband and wrap your arms around his waist before pressing your cheek to his shoulder blade.

Very slowly he was leading the horse out of the camp and when you were on the hill above it, you heard a scream of pain from the distance. Your husband stopped the horse as you both chuckled because it was the scream of Waldreg being eaten by the warg left behind in the hut. The one you had tamed during your stay there and now you had your revenge on the filthy human.

And soon, on all of them.

“You know,” you mumbled out.

“Hm?”

“I quite enjoy our adventures as Halbrand and Maira,” you admitted and squeezed your husband tighter.

“We have been tortured for weeks now, my love,” he pointed out with a laugh.

“I know but apart from that… There is a certain charm to it,” you explained.

“Yes, I am aware,” he admitted with a head nod and ordered the horse to move again. “However, we have a work to finish in Eregion.”

“Do you have a new name already?” You asked him, teasingly.

“Annatar, Lord of Gifts,” your husband answered. “You?”

“Fëanár,” you revealed and waited for his response. “The patron saint of the fire… to spark a brand new inspiration within Lord Celebrimbor’s forge,” you explained your choice.

“Soul of fire,” your husband hummed to himself. “Bold one. I like it,” he admitted and you smiled to yourself, hugging him tighter, proud of yourself.

Proud and happy to be with him. Wherever the road would take you two.

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[akutasoda]

Can I request boothill x fem reader who’s like a rich city girl, can’t handle anything dirty and her things need to always be new and first settle for cheap stuff

uptown tastes

synopsis - when he meets someone who is practically a 'rich city' kind of person

includes - boothill

warnings - fem!reader (no pronouns mentioned), fluff, slight crack, spoilers for boothill's backstory, wc - 379

↪boothill had a somewhat humble and warm upbringing. ever since he grew up in nick and grey's care, he learnt how to help nick lead the cattle and eventually ventured into sandy wastelands to deal with bandits and beasts. no conditions could stop him from achieving his goal.

↪you on the other hand, had a more urban upbringing than the cowboy. luxuries practically danced around your fingertips and barely had to work toget what you want - developing a rather menial dislike toward having to dirty yourself for things.

↪however, they do say that opposites attract. so maybe that's why you caught boothill's eye as he exited the bar after a mission on your home planet. you two were certainly quite the odd duo.

↪boothill actually found it very funny with how you acted, much to your dismay. he'd constantly tease you about how picky and classy you were - which admittedly confused you at first because of the filter on his synesthesia becaon.

↪sometimes when boothill told you about some of his missions, you could only stare at him in disbelief. maybe sometimes he would actually over exaggerate if he knew he could get a reaction out of you.

↪he would always pester you about trying something outside of what you're used to, actually getting your hands dirty for once, and despite it's obvious failure he wouldn't be one to give up easily.

↪something that did make him really confused is how you absolutely would not settle for anything old or cheap. he could somewhat get behind your dislike toward getting your hands dirty but he truly didn't see the issue with buying something that was a tad bit old or worn - especially when it always cost so much more new.

↪it became almost like a constant competition between the two of you, but somehow through all the bickering and the teasing, mainly from boothill, you two could actually get along - to many people's disbelief.

taglist - @little-miss-chaoss, @frankiesteinn

[guiquart]

Beraneth

A brief history: Grew up in the forests of Valenwood and abided by the Green Pact. She listened with rapt attention to her father's stories of his missions for Thalmor. When she managed to convince him to take her with him to Skyrim, everything changed. There, amidst the mountains and dangers, she enjoyed life: jumping over rocks, fighting sabre cat, meeting all sorts of creatures.  The fun ended when her father suddenly disappeared. After weeks of worrying, she found his body - mutilated, murdered on Thalmor's orders. She stayed in Skyrim, full of hatred for Thalmor. Without her father's support, she had to make a living by engaging in dangerous missions. Her skills grew, but it didn't bring wealth. When she was offered a well-paid commission in Riften, she accepted, despite having to work with «altmer» Pellyon Thaorius ( +++ ). Pellyon's arrogance and contempt infuriated Beraneth, and after he insulted her, she nearly killed him. All my text is translated through a translator. If you find faults, you can let me know so that I can correct it as soon as possible. Enjoy reading! This text was written for me by this author: @frimova Long story: Nothing in the life just happens. Beraneth had learnt that long ago, when her father had taught the little one how to hunt. Valenwood was a marvellous and most importantly green province, where bosmer could observe the Green Pact without any problems. But even such beautiful places could get boring, become so familiar and usual, so mundane that he wanted to climb a tree and howl from the eating boredom. Her father had travelled many places on Thalmor's errands, and Beraneth had listened with pleasure to his stories of hot sands, stinking marshes, beautiful fields... Until she encountered a real one.. Until she threw a tantrum so that her father would finally take her to Skyrim

A place her father had never been and a place where his help was needed. Beraneth had no interest in her father's business in Thalmor. She enjoyed jumping around the mountains like a mountain goat, riding sabre cat. Simply put - she was having a blast for all her years of living in boring Valenwood. With her father's work in Skyrim ending, she would be forced to return home with him and wallow in boredom once more.

And so the year went on. Beraneth had fun with her father when he was free, and the rest of the time she amused herself: having sex with random attractive elves, people; learning how to fight with an axe from some Nord. She did not remember names.  There was no point in memorising their names and faces. Why? She would outlive most of them anyway.

... her father didn't make contact. First a day, then a second, and then it had been a week! It was as if her father had vanished from her life, even though he was a pretty punctual Bosmer. In the second week Beraneth began to worry, no matter how much the innkeeper tried to reassure her.

- «Well, it happens...» - he said, spreading his hands, - «It's common in Skyrim to go on a bender. Your father's probably made friends with the locals and is drinking with the nords... or he's found himself some hottie and he's spending time with her. Don't worry about it. More Mead?»

The words were of little help, but they calmed Beraneth's anxious thoughts for the time being. Maybe the innkeeper was right. Father had always been outgoing, friendly and smiling, with such kind eyes. It was as if Beraneth's heart had died when the letter from Thalmor arrived. She didn't even remember the contents of that letter, which she clutched with trembling hands. But those lines....

«...killed by the enemy while on duty. We offer our condolences ... compensation will be paid to the family...»

That didn't make sense! At that moment, Beraneth smelled something wrong! Then she started searching every cave and ditch near Thalmor Embassy. Using all her skills, she overheard khajiit from the caravan saying that near one cave, on the way to the sea, there was a horrible stench of rot and blood. So bad that even the bitter Skyrim frost in the mountains couldn't beat the stench. So she went there. Found that cave. Crawled into the cave. Cracked the skull of a frost troll. Found her father's corpse.

Mutilated, wearing Thalmor clothes, with a broken embalming tool

in his pocket. The kind face was twisted with fear, one eye missing. The fingers he used to braid her pigtails were broken and had no nails. She would become part of the wild hunt without the ritual. Thalmor had used her father as a torture master. He was killed.

At that moment, Beraneth didn't go home. She wrote a letter home, explaining the situation to her family, enclosing Thalmor's letter and her father's ring. And so began her life in Skyrim, where she grew to hate the altmers. Without her father's support in the form of cheerful chatter and money, Beraneth felt lost. Money for food, a bed, alchemist and blacksmith services had to be earned and it wasn't nearly as much fun. The adventurers or rather the seekers of gold and glory were dying they were dying like flies.

But Beraneth was strong. She was able to adapt. She earned a few scars, often broke bones and tore muscles, but with each passing year she grew stronger, more beautiful.... but not richer. And that led her to a customer in Riften. Some weirdo from the Thieves Guild wanted some thing pulled from the deep ruins. Dangerous, especially since Beraneth had heard that a lot of mercenaries, adventurers and scholars died in those particular ruins. But it pays a lot and she just had to pay a blacksmith to sharpen her axe. And she needed to buy new boots....

Anyway. She needed money. And the sooner the better.

But there was one little «but» that spoilt it. The reward would have to be shared. WITH ALTMER. A terrible disaster that Beraneth could have survived. The pale upstart with long hair like it came off the arse of an elderly mammoth annoyed her. His face was too arrogant. And what kind of stupid name was that? Who names their child Pellyon Thaorius? Too complicated and she wasn't going to spell that name even in her head, so she called the arrogant idiot Pelly and settled for that.

But her anger jumped a few degrees higher when two cats joined their group of two elves. What kind of noble orphanage was this? They hadn't even travelled two steps from the customer's house before conflict immediately broke out.

- «What is this?» - she asked rudely.

- «What?»-  interjected Pellyon coolly, not looking at Beraneth, giving most of his attention to the cat on his shoulder.

- «We didn't discuss having two others with you. And we're not going to split the reward four ways, and I'm certainly not going to mess with you and your cats.»

Khajiit jumped off his shoulder. The two elves stared at each other.

Pellyon said contemptuously:

- «Mudbloods weren't asked for opinions. Do your job, miserable trash.»

Pellyon flies to the ground, his nose bleeding. Beraneth breathes furiously, keeping himself from reaching for his axe.

- «I'll fucking kill you now, son of an Altmer whore and a Falmer brat!» *I'll tell you about the two Khajiit later Thanks for reading! Little of their interactions in the future:

[curseofaphrodite]

champagne problems | regulus black x reader

summary: this is regulus wondering if things would have been different if he just fought harder. (for all of us who like PAIN.)

Regulus looked around with distaste. He'd rather be writing his book, much much farther away from the present scene of ballroom dances and tiny cakes. In fact, he would be doing that if it wasn't for his mother's pestering.

L/Ns are honorable purebloods and to decline their invitation would be an act of immense disappointment. To both them and me.

Everything I do is a disappointment to you, he wanted to say, but of course, he didn't.

He had spent all morning picking out the perfect tie, which led him to throw his freshly arranged cupboard into a chaotic mess, something his father was horrified to see.

"Goodness, you'd think an elephant stampede happened here!" he had said lightheartedly, stepping over huge piles of clothes.

"What do you want?" Regulus snapped, immediately regretting it. He was supposed to be passive. He didn't throw temper tantrums, no matter how many reasons he had to.

If his father took offense, he didn't show it.

"Why don't you want to attend the function?" Mr. Black asked, tilting his head.

"I don't like weddings."

"But the bride personally invited you."

"Maybe I don't like the bride either."

"Nonsense! You practically grew up with her." He sighed. "The two of you were inseparable."

"Well, father," Regulus harshly drew another tie out of the pile, which didn't have much difference from the last one. "The only valuable thing I've learnt from Hogwarts is — shit happens."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh you can excuse both me and my foul language, but it's true. Now back to the original question, what are you doing here?"

"Sirius is waiting for you downstairs. You're late."

"Why's he coming?"

"To keep you in check."

Regulus sneered. "For that, you can trust him?"

"Your mother and I are not a fan of anything your brother does, but we also know he loves you more than he admits. He'll look out for you in case something happens."

"I don't need a babysitter."

"Just get down, will you?" his voice turned sharp. "And you're not the groom, just pick a damn tie!"

****

Now he's there, standing next to an enormous ice sculpture, wondering who on earth even chose it. He had lost Sirius among the crowds, but he didn't mind. If he felt alone, that's what he was supposed to feel.

"Reggie, you made it!"

He turned to see your mother walking towards him, hands wide open for a hug. He smiled involuntarily. Your mother was a spitting image of you, both in character and looks. You had gotten your kindness, humor, and chaoticness from her, so when he saw her, he had his first hit of sadness hit across his chest.

God I miss her, he thought helplessly. And as much as he did, he wished he wouldn't see you either. He hoped against hope you were busy with the crowds to ever search for him. He knew you wouldn't. He knew you had other priorities now.

"...and don't you look as parched as ever! C'mon some of the turkey will help you out with that—"

"No Mrs. L/N, I'll—"

"Don't be ridiculous. I've saved you the best seats in the house. Hurry up, the toasts are almost starting!"

Before he knew what was happening, she was pushing him through the ocean of people until he was at a bright clearing, one with too many lights that it took him a second to realize its where the guests had already gathered around pretty tables for food.

Mrs. L/N pointed out a table near the front, and made sure he sat there despite his protests.

Regulus wondered how long the seat had been reserved. He hadn't even RSVP'd yes. Or did you just knew him too much to know he'd be there? For the first time in his life, he wish he was seated next to Sirius.

There was a clatter of chairs being moved as everyone stood up. Regulus did the same, following their gaze.

He forgot to breath for a second.

The bride was here.

**

Sure you were accompanied by your groom, but he didn't spare a look at him. Regulus knew he should stop staring at you, but he couldn't keep his eyes off. No one could. You were absolutely stunning. White simple gown, your hair down, a diamond necklace adorning your neck — how was anyone not supposed to stare?

As you were seated at the front, just feets away from Regulus's own table, he wished he was anywhere else. It felt suffocating, and all memories came rushing back. Soon, the toasts started and people were standing up, talking things about you that he already knew. By the end of each sentence, Regulus chugged down a glass of wine. It magically refilled itself, which didn't help his self-control.

Fifteen minutes later, he was positively drunk.

"Anyone else want to go?" Mrs. L/N whispered at his table when the toasts were almost over. "Reggie?"

Regulus Black did one thing he never thought he'd do.

He giggled.

"Reg?"

"I haven't had a proper conversation with her in months!" he said, a little louder than he intended to. You raised your head at the familiar voice, but couldn't figure out where it was coming from. Could it be...?

"It was just a suggestion—"

"Nope, I'll do it. Why the fuck not." He stood up, and Mrs. L/N regretted her decision already.

"Oh dear," she whispered, sinking back into the shadows as he cleared his throat loudly.

Regulus saw your jaw hitting the floor, only seeing him now. He snorted. He brushed the front of his suit and cleared his throat.

"I hate public speaking." He finally spurted out, all bold and definite.

A room full of expectant people stared back.

"Oh no that's it... I hate public speaking." Regulus met your eyes. You were glaring back. "Shit yes, a toast! A toast to the lovely bride and groom! I don't know rat's ass about him—" a few gasps echoed through the room "—but her? Oh, I knew her alright. Don't you think so, Y/N? Don't I know you like the back of my hand?"

Sit down, you mouthed. He looked straight into your eyes as he said the next words.

"I spent half of my life loving her and the other half wishing I didn't."

The gasps earlier were nothing compared to the ones now. Your husband stared in shock when you got up from your seat.

"Great fucking wine!" Regulus concluded, raising his glass. "Cheers!" He gripped the glass with a little too much force, and the glass burst into pieces.

"Reg!" Your anger was replaced by worry, and you rushed toward him to see if he was okay. Mrs. L/N had used magic to get rid of the shards and was currently begging him to let her take a look at his hands.

"I'm FINE!" he said groggily, pulling his hand back and stepping away from the whole mess he made. When he saw you right next to him, he recoiled as if you were a snake positioned for attack.

With no other words, he left the scene, and you stalked without a second's hesitation. He didn't even know where he was going.

Anywhere but here, he thought, pushing open door after door. A blast of cold air hit his face, signaling he was finally outside. The lawn had all kinds of flowers, which looked beautiful against the dark night.

"Regulus!" you called sharply. "Your hands are bleeding, you know? Maybe slow down, for Merlin's sake!"

"Don't come near me!" He yelled, taking two steps back.

"I'm sorry," you spat those words out like it hurt you from inside. "Is that what you wanted to hear? I'm sorry shit got so fucking shitty with us and I'm sorry I wanted my best friend on the most important day of my life!"

"You don't get to play the martyr! I never left you, I couldn't leave you if I tried!" His words got louder by the second.

"Please let me just look at your hands."

"No."

"You're being so stubborn for no reason—"

"You left me." He sounded suddenly drained. You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off. "No. Please. I'll just- go. Sorry for causing a scene."

"Reg—"

"I'll— I'll disapparate. Tell Sirius I'm going, if you're not too busy."

You tilted your head in dismay. "Okay. Should I say keep in touch or would that be too ironic?"

He scoffed first, but then sighed. "Maybe one day."

With that, he disappeared. Not a word more, not a word less.

"Maybe," you whispered into the night — alone, full of guilt and just a little heartbroken.

[lxdymoon0357]

So Do you write for Rashta? if so can I pls request a Yandere Rashta X GN Reader like the reader is a Childhood friend of Hers and helped her escaped?

(Don't know if you wanted it romantic or platonic, so ended up doing romantic because I love her, kinda made reader a semi-yandere too and willing! Reader :P || || Mentions of miscarriage, death, slaves, toxic relationship || GN! reader but leaning more towards male reader also did I write a scenario in headcanons???? Yes also, I didn't write a yandere thing, it's more of a Rashta X Reader)

Yandere! Rashta X Childhood friend! Reader HCs

✣ You met Rashta when you and your family went to the Rimwell astate as a child where you bumped into a lady who was very pretty but an angry scowl on her face which melted when you bumped into her. She bowed down to you and greeted to you, before pushing her daughter in front and making her bow down as well.

✣ You bowed back to them and greeted them as well, because your parents taught you to respect servants who work for you and anyone else who works because they work twice as much as anyone else!

✣ The lady was surprised but smiled warmly before helping you in what ever you need, before leaving you kissed them both on the back of their hands making the little girl who was near the same age as you giggle and blush furiously...

✣ You later met her again, trying to catch a bird in her arms in the large garden of the estate, you quickly befriended her and became very close with her. Her name was Rashta and she worked in the laundry section, slowly you both grew up and you got engaged to the Rimwell family's daughter, Libetti.

✣ You absolutely hated the family for treating their slaves, servants and worker so badly and you despised them, including Libetti with deep hatred, not only did she treat Rashta badly in front of you, she wouldn't allow you to spend time with the people you love, always found a way to blame her mistakes on you, always invaded your personal space, wouldn't listen to anything you say and always created arguments, but for some reason, she was also clingy as hell...

✣ You both grew up near each-other, as you visited your fiancee, Libbeti's manor quite often and sleep at her house in the guest room and sneaked out and you always visited Rashta, even after she lost her parents, you were a very dear friend of her and you both grew up into beautiful people.

✣ Whenever you visited Rashta you would teach her sometimes to help her read and write, which was good because she learnt quickly! And she would also happen with your paperwork sometimes.

✣ Rashta was also very possessive of you, she wouldn't let you leave her grip especially when you are sleeping over the Rimwell manor, she absolutely despised you being engaged to Libbeti and would often try to hurt her, but before she could do so, you stopped it and calmed her down whenever she got angry reminding her how she will get in trouble and won't be able to see you anymore...

✣ You loved Rashta with every fiber of your being, she was kind, bubbly and sweet and treated everyone nicely regardless of their status, appearance or colour, she was absolutely amazing, you didn't realize that you fell in love with her.....

✣ Then one day while you visited Libbeti as usual, you sneaked out at night like usual and entered Rashta's room where she was sitting on the bed admiring the photo of the empress like always, but crying and sobbing quietly.

✣ You immediately comforted her, and learnt that she had been in love with Alan, the son of the Rimwell family and had a affair with him and she had slept with him, you were crushed but you comforted her and told her it was fine....But you were worried about her being pregnant, and so one night you sneaked her out and got her check up by a physician, who confirmed your worried thoughts about her being pregnant.....

✣ She had to unfortunately announce her pregnancy and had to go through a very horrible pregnancy with a lot of pain and once you heard the Vicount heard how he was going to kill Rashta's baby so their family won't be damaged.....

✣ You were extremely worried about her and asked Libbeti to move in with you in one of your manors and bring some of her servants along with her, and fortunately she brought over Rashta which helped you look over Rashta more regularly

✣ You treated Rashta bette, you provided her with a new maid uniform, gave her her own room for whenever she got tired, got her into education classes on the sideline when Libbeti was busy and also bought her gifts for the baby....Slowly and slowly Rashta started developing feelings for you, strong feelings..

✣ Once Rashta entered her ninth month, you sent Libbeti and her family for a vacation with some of your most trusted servants to keep an eye on them. Rashta was extremely thankful to you for this, she even gave you a kiss on the knuckles....

✣ Upon Rashta giving birth, you immediately gave her baby to a couple who worked for you to look after the baby and told everyone else that the baby had passed away, Rashta was also given time of to spend time with the baby in the couple's cottage or maybe in the other side of the wing, away from Libbeti and her servants.

✣ When Libbeti came back, she asked about Rashta's baby first thing and you told her sadly that the baby had passed away and you gave Rashta a few days off to cope with the baby's death....

✣ Though Libbeti was mad about you giving her days off to cope with the baby's death saying she should still be working hard because she's a slave, you comforted her by saying how it does not matter because you have million other servants.

✣ You spent the day with her, taking her out to dinners, to keep her occupied and keep Rashta out of her mind while Rashta relaxed for the week, luckily it worked as she didn't even realize Rashta wasn't there for the week.

✣ Finally when Rashta came back to work the next week, looking relaxed, fresh and healthy, you immediately called her to your office and checked her up about her health and the baby, Rashta was answering all your questions happily with a heavy blush on her face before she left for her classes.

✣ Soon you would also visit Rashta to look after her baby, often looking after it while Rashta would catch up on her sleep, while you also treated Libbeti to dates and treated her as your real fiancee while hiding your hate and disgust under your mask.

✣ Soon Libbeti's coming of age ceremony was near and before doing anything you revealed to your parents that you were in love with another girl and that Libbeti wasn't in your interest anymore....Your parents understood about it and allowed you to annul your engagement with Libbeti, but only after she came of age.....

✣ You did so, until then you were spending a lot of time with Rashta while Libbeti was spending time with the empress, you were the largest noble of the empire and had a huge duchy, it was normal that you were able to get Libbeti to visit Navier earlier than her coming of age, because honestly they got along well.

✣ and Sooner or later, once you were helping Rashta put her son, Ian, to bed, when finally the little nugget fell asleep and it was far too late for you to be able to move yourself away and walk from this tiny cottage back to your estate, so you laid in Rashta's huge bed you gifted her...As you laid there, Rashta laid beside you as she carded her fingers through your hair, you both slowly leaned forward not realizing your actions, until your lips touched....

✣ You tried to annul your engagement with Libbeti, but her brother and father tried to blackmail you into saying that they knew Rashta's baby ws alive and they would very easily kill her, you knew Rashta's father had already paid off their debt and you had these all in a document, stolen by one of your spies...You still agreed

✣ When you reach home and in your bedroom, you told Rashta what happened, as right then and there Rashta pinned your down on your bed and kissed you, yet you didn't hate it and kissed her back and then the rest was history...

✣ you loved that night, and you did everything you could to slow down the wedding, until it was the night before your wedding and you couldn't do anything, as your worried thoughts took over your mind, you finally fell asleep but you weren't found in your room the next day...

✣ You woke up tied to a bed in a completely different room, until Rashta walked in with a tray of food, a huge knife and huge smile of her face, making you breathe a sigh of relief in secret...You weren't gonna let Rashta know this...

✣ As Rashta sat beside your bed and fed you the food, you asked her what she did this, to which Rashta got a scowl on her face and tears filled her eyes before she replied, "Cause I don't want you to marry that Bitch!" , "You mean Libetti?" , "DON'T SAY HER NAME!" Rashta yelled tears down her face and pout on her lips, while Rashta confessed her feelings to you and vented her emotions on everything, without her knowing you untied yourselves...

✣ You slowly sat up making sure Rashta was frightened and scared before gently putting your hands on her waist and asking her to lay down with you, she gently agreed before laying down and put her knife near her bedside table, as she sat there, you immediately pinned Rashta down with all your strength, and kissed her....

✣ Over the span of the next three weeks, you sent a letter to your family explaining you're okay and that you and Rashta were kidnapped and that you were planning on returning with her and it turns out this place was one of Rashta's cottages, she bought with her salaries, you were paying her a very generous amount and it was at the end of empire.

✣ You returned, showing the document s which said that Rashta's father's debt had been paid off and that she was no longer a slave and thus, you were also able to send the Viscount for a few years of prison for abuse, overdue of slavery and other things your trusted spies got out for you through evidences...

✣ You and Rashta ended up getting married and there weren't any rumors of Rashta being a slave and if there were any, they were dissipated very quickly. You adopted a girl who looked similar to you and Rashta a few years after raising Ahn!

[veerbles]

always fascinated by people's different takes on the language barrier between kaz and the ghafas.

I think my personal opinion is that kerch, being the language of the center of commerce and an overall neutral party in the war, is kind of like english - in that it's an internationally spoken language, but certainly not by everyone. considering jesper spoke it well enough to go to university in ketterdam, even though he was a farm boy, it must be pretty widespread. matthias didn't speak it until hellsgate, but he also grew up very sheltered.

inej didn't speak kerch when she was taken, so it's reasonable to assume her parents didn't either. but maybe they spoke a little of it, like in some countryside places in europe? or maybe they learnt in their efforts to find her? or perhaps they focused their efforts inside ravka, and never learnt a word of it.

it's always suspicious to me that kaz never bothered picking up ravkan, being the strategic businessman that he is. I think he wouldn't hide that ability during the ice court/van eck mission if he had it, so either he can speak very little, or not at all; if not at all, it supports the assumption that kerch is the international business language, which is why he never bothered picking up a second language.

so would the ghafas learn enough kerch to communicate? I don't doubt that using inej as a translator would frustrate kaz to no end; words are his strongest weapon, so he'd definitely put effort into being able to communicate with them. but would he learn suli? or ravkan? suli would be a more personal gesture, which he'd see as a leverage to get the ghafas to like him. ravkan would be more useful in other ways, and we know how much kaz likes having more than one reason to do something.

[farasen]

Marlon analysis + adult headcanons

It's Marlon analysis that wasn't supposed to be an analysis baby

I think we all noticed that Marlon doesn't really have an inner conflict in the series. Moreover, he's usually the one who helps to solve these conflicts or supports other characters.

S1E3 - he's coming up with the concept for their logo, an image of their team. S2E6 - finds a guy to replace Vanessa for the game, and is just being a nice guy that can befriend an enemy (honestly this episode feels more about Kong or even Vanessa rather than Marlon). S2E11 - pretty much the only episode we see some sort of inner conflict in him, but it concerned the whole team, and again Marlon saves the day.

We don't see him angry that much either, older Wessel is trying hard to be the voice of reason. He's always the backbone, which kinda makes me wonder - does he suppress his emotions?

I've already talked about it a few times before, but I'm gonna mention it again for the full picture, but if you wanna read more you can go to this post. Wessels grew up without mother (at least we don't get a peek or even mentioning of her) so he, as an older brother, he most likely had to take care of Leon, growing up faster as a result. Marlon is just used to the role of protector, the backbone.

I saw people saying Marlon has a saviour complex, but I don't really agree with that. He does have some tendencies, but doesn't go full on white knight mode. You see, Marlon's help is not intrusive, he doesn't see his solution as the only right one and he doesn't seem to feel too much guilt when something doesn't work or at least it wasn't shown. He's just being a nice, reasonable guy most of the time.

What he does seem to have problems with is setting boundaries, especially with Leon. This was shown in s1e8 when Leon pushes Marlon to the ground. Sure, Marlon was shocked and didn't react properly in the moment, but they don't talk that through later either. And we rarely see him angry, even when he has a right to be.

He also might struggle with talking through his feelings. I don't have any proof of that from the show, but the fact that none of his episodes are actually about him is pretty concerning.

Gotta say that Marlon's moral compass is pretty clear. He wants justice (Kong in s2e6 and Leon in s2e12), he's forgiving (again Kong in s2e6 and Leon in s1e8) and supportive (basically every episode except for s1e4).

Honestly, there's nothing else I can say about Marlon as the show doesn't give any information about him. It's more interesting to talk about the possible outcomes of his behavior, which is exactly what I'm going to do further.

First of all, he would have to find his self worth. He's always been there for others, and not only for his little brother, but also for his friends. However, Leon grows older, he learns how to deal with his shit (I hope) and no longer requires a backbone in the face of his brother. Other friends don't need him that much either, they can help themselves. So, that leaves Marlon with nothing to work with. And that's the moment I think he might develop a saviour complex, because he wants to feel needed or helpful at least.

As I've mentioned before, he's most likely suppressing his emotions, which will obviously have an impact later. There could be different outcomes, from anger management issues to self harm. Or both. Whatever suits you more. I, personally, find the idea of Marlon lashing out on his friends when they break the boundaries unintentionally, but later blaming himself for that pretty appealing.

What else he can develop is depression and/or anxiety. That, again, steams from identity issues and troubles of finding his place. Moreover, that could slightly fuck up his relationships with others, cuz he would gradually drive himself away from others. And, since Marlon hadn't learnt or never felt the need of learning how to express his own emotions, his friends wouldn't be able to help him. Thus, he'd have to find a way to help himself.

And, in my opinion, the thing that would help Marlon would be art. We've seen him being creative when designing a logo for dwk, so maybe painting or creating a music would be a way of expressing himself, putting those emotions on the canvas and finally finding his own "I".

Yeah that's all I wanted to say about Marlon. It was supposed to be a sleepy rant on his adult version, but it turned into this lol.

Here, have some funny shots of him

[daydreaming-scheming-demon]

i quite honestly believe that nobody is immune to making up bullshit

i don't even believe im immune to making up bullshit, or you, either

and when we make up bullshit, we can sometimes trick ourselves into thinking it's true

i want to use a particular comeback i heard a terf say as a sort of case study here to explain what exactly it is that leads people to making up bullshit

the bullshit im talking about here is "Only gunk comes out of trans women's breasts", said in retaliation to someone asserting that trans women's breasts can produce milk

this bullshit may sound reasonable to someone who has reason to believe in it. but it starts falling apart if you think about it past the surface level, or if you're a biologist. it just doesn't make any sense. firstly, what even is this 'gunk'? that's not a very scientific term. where does it come from? what's the difference in biology that causes this 'gunk'?

of course, there are no answers to any of these questions, because clearly whoever said this did not understand what they were talking about.

but why would someone lie like that? well, you could say it's just because it's a lie that can be used to argue for their side, and you wouldn't exactly be wrong in saying that, but i think it runs deeper than that. in fact, i theorize this person genuinely believed what she was saying, despite having just made it up. so how does that work exactly?

well i believe there's two major factors that went into convincing this person the thing she just made up was true, actually. the first is her existing worldview and beliefs, many such beliefs being socially conditioned from youth. it's bioessentialism, and the general belief that men and women are almost like different species, in mind and body. it's an understandable belief, honestly. i remember back before i cracked and i was just beginning to research about trans people. the fact that trans women grow breasts and don't just have them inserted with surgery was a fact that blew me away. i honestly didn't even believe it at first. it felt too out there to be true. but it's true. male and female bodies just aren't as different as society conditions you to think they are. another fact i found kind of amazing is just how little differences there are between males and females before puberty. the differences are literally so minor. i thought there would've been more. but like, it makes sense, we're all made from human wombs. men aren't from mars and women aren't from... uh... uranus? i honestly forget the phrase.

this social conditioning very likely played a big part in how this person came to believe in their own lie. because the lie simply fits with their existing worldview, ideas that have likely been put into their head since a very young age. and when they learnt that trans women can objectively grow their own breasts, their mind must've jumped to "There is no way they're the same as a cis women's".

and there's another reason. im not gonna talk about this one as much, it's quite a simple reason. it's because she likely wanted to believe it. along with bioessentialism a thing a lot of terfs seem to carry with them is a sort of specialness to women, if that's a word. it's probably not. the belief isn't exclusive to terfs either. it's a kind of opposite to the commonly held beliefs that men are the special ones. now, i want to clarify here, this is not me saying that women can't be special, but i've noticed a lot of terfs seem to romanticize certain very normal traits commonly seen in women, like child birth, or being connected to the moon (which is actually false btw, women have no connection to the moon, id love to explain to you in depth how this falsehood spawned and grew in popularity, but this post is already long enough). honestly, im not entirely against these kinds of beliefs, though they are a little strange to me. and they likely played a role in how this particular terf convinced herself her lie was truth. because she wanted to. because she likely sees breastfeeding as one of these special unique female traits that men could never do, and since she sees trans women as men, and then learns that trans women can actually breastfeed, too. her mind probably rejected the idea outright.

now of course this is still just a theory, im no mind reader. but putting the pieces together, i find it likely that a mix of a socially conditioned worldview where her lie makes sense, and reason to want to believe her lie, were both major factors in her making up bullshit, and then believing in her own bullshit. she spread misinformation to herself, how fun.

now, i want to come back to the beginning of this post. i may have just spent an unnecessarily long time dissecting why someone might possibly have believed in their own lie, but the point of this post im trying to make is that this can be you, too.

sure, maybe you're not a terf. maybe. but i really do believe that anybody is capable of making up bullshit under the right circumstances. even me. maybe what im saying right now is bullshit, after all, im still only speculating here.

sure, the worldview and beliefs that may have tricked this particular person aren't great. but any set of beliefs could do the same, even if they're 'correct' beliefs.

things exist in this world that could make your beliefs look wrong, no matter what they are. the world doesn't twist itself to anyone's worldview. and sometimes, when we're put under certain circumstances, our worldview, our beliefs, and whatever reasons we have to want to believe something, they can lead you to making up bullshit and tricking your mind into thinking it's true.

so please, think about where you got the facts you state from.

and you know, this post was just supposed to be about making up bullshit, but ive realized this relates to more than just making up facts, it relates to believing in facts. how some things can go unchecked due to our biases, how we can look needlessly for anything that affirms our beliefs. and nobody's immune to this. nobody. we're all susceptible to our own biases. and that's why we need to look out for them. admit that you're biased, admit that you're emotional, and maybe then you can work through your biases to an extent.

ultimately, i could've just started this post off like that. "We're all BIASED and we must ADMIT to ourselves we are BIASED to work through them! thANKS FOR READINGGGG!!!!!! :-DDDDD" the post could've been that simple, but i extended it out to an absurd amount of words. eh, whatever. i enjoyed dissecting that particular case of bullshit. hopefully someone gets something out of this unnecessarily long post.

[nucleo-bang-tan]

i actually enjoyed the ending of grayscale. i appreciated how jungkook learnt from his mistake, realizing that an affair fades out as soon as it begins, once it's not a secret. this is how most affairs end, in the majority of the cases. it's the thrill and sneaking around of it all that makes it exciting. he didn't take another wife because he knew that he'd not be able to love her. it was either oc or nobody else. it's also another indicator that showed he learnt from his mistake, he didn't want to hurt another woman by harbouring feelings for his ex-wife. he couldn't keep her out of loneliness. instead, he chose to adopt jaehyun and a pet. it would be even better if he raised jaehyun to be a better man than he was, teaching him the importance of honesty and loyalty. i have a feeling that he is going to raise jaehyun to be the perfect gentleman.

as for oc, she had been through a lot so i'm glad that she found her happy ending with someone who loved her from the beginning. she had two men that loved her but one of them always put her above himself. her happiness above his happiness. and that was eunwoo. he deserved to have a happy ending with her.

Jungkook always had a dream of having a child with OC one day. But he fucked it up so he decided he'll adopt one. Ofcourse Jungkook will raise Jaehyun to be everything he couldn't.

Maybe he found someone as Jaehyun eventually grew up, maybe he didn't. It's up to the reader. Personally I would say even if he did find someone, he wouldn't be able to love them as much as he loved OC.

I'm glad that you analysed it!!!! I love when people do that! Every single word I write has some meaning behind it.

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Past this is just me writing weird shit...

Writing Grayscale was honestly an experience.

There were many alternate endings I had in mind but every one of them involved in Y/n healing and Jungkook not moving past his regrets, but still being content with what he had.

There was one which I liked particularly and want to share, where Eunwoo goes to the military and coincidentally enlists with Jungkook. Eunwoo beats the living shit out of him, ofcourse.

Meanwhile, OC returns to her hometown of Busan for christmas, receives a lot of humiliation from her parents in front of their relatives because of the divorce.

Happenings happen, eventually Jungkook gets to talk to Eunwoo. He suggests moving on because Eunwoo wasn't going to let him talk to OC again.

After 18 months, she is healed by going to therapy and cutting off most of the contract with her parents. Greets Eunwoo when he discharges and then the rest is history.

But the version I posted seemed just right to me.

Love yaaaa!!

[keiskake]

Hey I really like your Hawks stuff! I was wondering if you can do Hawks x significant other reader scenario where Hawks loses his memory (like form injury or a villain’s qurik). Then have the reader either help him regain his memory of there relationship or he never gets his memory of their love and falls in love with someone else. Which ever ending you want is up to you. Thank you!!!

a/n ~ you guys don't understand how happy i get when reading these asks, truly grateful. i read this ask whilst in the library and i was literally holding my squeal in, because OMG this is a great idea. i couldn't choose an ending so i did both! happy ending first, and sad ending after the line. the first four sections are the same for both endings. and thank YOU for your ask. ʕ♡˙ᴥ˙♡ʔ

hawks x gn!reader (ft a not so nice mirko)

(cw//coma + amnesia)

he stretched himself too far. he didn't understand his limits. no. he didn't want to acknowledge his limits. after dabi had burnt his wings to a crisp he struggled to stay in flight mode for very long. they were growing back but not fast enough. not fast enough to save that woman falling from the building with ease.

there was no time to think, he swooped in to catch her. but after the adrenaline died out he realised that he couldn't keep it up much longer, his wings unable to hold the weight of them both. the feathers gave out. a heavy load dropped, the air pressure drowned his ears. a glimpse of endeavour caught his eye so he threw the woman in his direction and called out to him. a sacrifice made for the greater good. oh so he thought.

he was rushed to the hospital and you were called in. when you finally arrived you were met with an unconscious hawks surrounded by people in gloves and surgical masks. they rushed and panicked around him, urgently trying to get him in the surgery room. you followed after them, body trembling and cries stuck in your throat.

weeks. it was weeks of you staying by hawks' side, tending and caring to his every need as he was stuck in a coma. you visited everyday, no exceptions. every week you'd bring new flowers and throw out the old ones. cleaning his hospital room often, you wanted him to wake up to a clean environment. when his facial hair grew a little too long you'd shave it for him, carefully though. the last thing you wanted to do was hurt him.

he woke up at the start of spring, you walked into his room as he was sat up on the bed facing the partially opened window. the bunch of sunflowers almost slipped out of your hand, gasping at the sight of a conscious hawks. you placed the flowers on the coffee table and ran towards him, throwing your arms around his neck with tears flowing from your cheeks.

"who are you?"

the doctor had told you that amnesia was possible in his case, meaning you had to prepare for the worst. but no preparation could suppress the hurt you felt as those words left his lips. he pushed you away and stared into your eyes blankly. you swept your tears away, painting a weak smile on your face.

"i'm the one who's been looking after you."

you explained the situation he was in, from the accident till present day. he took it pretty well though it might of been due to his hazy memory. nurses were alerted about hawks' situation, coming into the room to run some tests, book future appointments and prescribe medication. after that he was discharged from the hospital.

a taxi took the two of you both home, it was a silent journey and that was a thought you'd never had. you didn't let hawks lift a thing, afraid he would injure himself again. the house was filled with 'get better' gifts for hawks, and that's how he learnt his name again.

"y/n. your name is y/n?" he glanced at you as he held a letter addressed to you.

"yeah that's my name. take your time to get familiar with everything, no rush." you gave him a bright and warm smile. patience was all you needed to show him.

and that's exactly what you did. you talked about his life before the accident, hoping to trigger a memory or two. friends, hobbies, events. when you had days off you'd take him out to see his favourite park or eat at his go to fast food place. he didn't remember that those were his favourite places, but he grew fond of them the more you took him. as time passed you finally started to see that he was regaining parts of his old self.

it was this time last year that hawks woke up, so you bought a cake to celebrate his progress. you heard paper rustling from the bedroom and decided to check on him. you pushed the door a little, the crack wide enough for you to slip into the room. his golden eye studied the pages of an album. an album of you and him. pictures of your dates, anniversaries, graduations.

"it's me and you." his voice is muffled and his eyes are still stuck to the pages of memories.

"they're from before your accident." you plopped yourself next to him on the bed.

"you were...my lover? why didn't you tell me?" hawks pointed at a picture you took during your one year anniversary holiday to Okinawa.

"i wanted it to come back naturally, i didn't want to force it on you. your recovery is my priority."

he slipped his trembling hand into yours, his free hand closing the album and tossing it aside. you entangled your fingers in his for the first time in a year. you missed nothing more than his sweet and loving touch. it really was progress.

"then my priority is learning to be your lover again y/n."

he pressed a gentle kiss on your lips. you threw your arms around his neck, but this time round he didn't push you away or ask 'who are you?'. he embraced you instead, pulling you in tightly as you nuzzled your face into his neck.

"you don't need to learn. you already are my lover."

you were running late to visit hawks, work at the agency had piled up since the boss was at the hospital. as you reached his room you heard voices inside. hawks' voice. before you knew it you had slammed open the door, and the bouquet of sunflowers had dropped from the impact. he was awake, but who was next to him?

"w-who are you?" your body trembled, something about her gave you a bad feeling.

"i'm mirko! hawks girlfriend, you know the one who's been looking after him." she turned to face you, still sat on a chair besides hawks.

the words rang in your head. 'girlfriend'? 'looking after him'? she's a liar. it was you. it was always you. you felt your heart drop as you watched the two talk. he hadn't acknowledged you once, it was almost as if you didn't exist to him at all.

"hawks who is she?" you stepped into the room a little more, your legs were so weak they were about to give out.

"mirko. she said she's my girlfriend, she's been looking after me so it seems believable. and you are?" his eyes were cold and blank.

they were gone. all his memories of you wiped at the blink of an eye. a sense of emptiness devoured you. you didn't know how to feel or react. there was nothing to your relationship. it was gone. decayed. your body was cold and numb, your hands forming fists and eyes welling up with tears. something had pierced right through your heart, and the void gaped opened in agony. it felt like time had stopped all around, standing in complete silence. mirko got up, taking you by the arm tightly and pulling you out of hawks' room. your gut was right.

"thanks for all your hard work but i'm taking over now. i'll swing by once he's discharged to get his stuff." a dark haze covered her reddish eyes, her lips forming a sinister grin.

you didn't have time to respond let alone swallow what she had just told you. it seemed like only yesterday you were by his side, humming his favourite tune and sweeping the room. it was only a weeks ago that he was kissing you goodbye before leaving for work. it slipped out of your hands in seconds. your legs finally gave out, dropping to the floor and your muffled cries echoing in your head.

"why can't you remember hawks..."

[mondstaub1]

Modern/ABO Lucemond fanfiction

- When Viserys died he left everything to his daughter, brother and grandkids (Rhaenyras kids of corse) several houses and mansions around the world, his company, his money, stocks .... all in all several millions $

- So Alicent and her kids were left with nothing and in a terrible finacel situation since:

- Aegon (beta) was a highschool dropout with a alcohol and gambeling problem

- Alicent (omega) never worked before (she was a gold digger, or used as one, that is up for discussion)

- Daeron was in middle school (alpha)

- Helaena (beta) had graduated from highschool but had problems with autism (everyone else had problems she is just so sweet, not her fault her family can't see that) so she was working part time with kids

- Aemond (omega) was about to finsh highschool and since he could not bare to leave his family could not go to collage

- Otto is dead (we are all so sad) (Daemon problably threw a party)

- So they moved into a small aparment and tried to find work with was difficult for several reasons, mostly their lack of experience, Aegons drinking problem and the fact that most people were freaked out by Aemonds eyepatch

- All of them got paid the bare minimum wgrn the had jobs and whenever they had a bite saved up Aegon would spend it on himself

- So in his desperation Aemond used his status as an Omega and got a job as a dancer at a stripp club (Alicent nearly fainted)

- He danced behind a one way mirror so he never saw who he danced for and who it was his was undressing himself for (no touching ever)

- Aemond also took hormons to make his chest and ass grow (he hated the way it made him feel and look but he needed the money)

- Meanwhile Rhaenyra, Daemond and their family ran the buisness and slowly everyone grew up - Jace (beta) studied business to one day take over the company

- Luke after turning out to be an alpha to everyones suprise went to Driftmark to study merean biology and he learnt how to sail from his grandfather

- Joffrey beta got into highschool and played sports (he already had offers from collages for a full scolorship -

- Aegon and Viserys got into a privat school which they enjoyed and Visenya enjoyed her life as Rhaenyras youngest and daddys little girls with lots of sibling so spoil her (not presented)

- Baela (alpha) became an aphlate and Rhaena (omega) studied language and traveled

- After Luke graduated and passed his sailer purment Jace and some of Lukes friend dragged him to a stripped club (guess with one)

- They insisted Luke should have some fun and hired a stripper for a privat dance, they heard of a stripper nicknamed ,,The pirat" and thought it would be perfect to celebrat Luke offically becoming a sailer.

- Luke blushed but let himself be talked into it and the moment he saw the half naked omega through the one way mirror he felt his jaw drop, because in front of him dancinging in the most suductive poses was his oncle whom he had not seen since he was 14

- Aemond had chanced, he used to be so scary and intimidating and now he was dancing around a pole in a string tanger and a BH that seemed so small, well that did not matter when he took it of.

- Luke knew he sould look away but he couldn't and he didn't want to.

- The last time they talked Aemond told him he was a dirty bastard and his mother a whore, so this felt like sweet karma and honestly Aemond was hot

- So Luke sat there hard and with a shit eating grin, watching his uncle dance

- Once it was over Luke claped an said "Wow uncle, it's so nice to see you again. Even if I honestly didn't expect to see so much"

- Aemond went first pale and then red before he grabbed his underwear and ran away mortified

- Luke couldn't help but chuckel before going back to his brother and friends, but he decided not to tell anyone about Aemond.

- Aemonds heart nearly stopped when he heard the voice of his nephew, it had been years since the had seen each other but somehow he know instandly that it was Lucerys. Blood shot into his face once he became aware of the state he was in and so he flet, like the coward he once acussed Luke of being.

- His face burned, his intire body burned with shame, how was Luke even hear? This had to be a nightmare. But it wasn't and he knew it.

- At the end of the shift one of his coworkers aproched him and handed him money, saying it was a tip from one of his clients. Aemond knew immediatly from whom it was.

-He wanted to throw it away but he was not in a situation in with he could turn down money, so he took the 200$, feeling dirtier then ever before.

- The next day at breakfeast his mother anounced that they would meet with Rhaenrya at their old home, to celebrate Lukes graduation.

-Aemond wanted to die, he didn't want to face Lucerys, he didn't know it he could but it seems like he had no choice.

- On the other end of town Luke was grinning after this mother told him his aunte and uncle would attend the party thown in his honor. He could no wait to see Aemond again.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

*peeks* helloooooo~ I hope you had a wonderful day 🥰

Did you say you misread an ask and came up with some wakasa hcs? 🤩🤩

Hello! Hope you're having a great day too!!! I did (ok maybe I kind of deleted them but it's ok since I think I remembered all of them) anyway in no particular order here are some Waka hcs!

Drunk Wakasa demands piggy back rides from Benkei 

He doesn't overly love kids but they seem to be drawn to him, they love him.

On the topic of kids he tends to forget what's appropriate to say to them and what's not. He will start talking about gang fights with them if someone doesn't stop him.

Likes to tease Benkei in every game they're in by telling everyone he outranks him

During his last years of school he was well respected but didn't actually have any friends, Shinichiro, Benkei and Takeomi were his first.

Likes to sneak up on people 

Likes the peace of fishing 

The reason he's so eager to jump into fights even as an adult is because he wants to remember and feel the glory days with Shinichiro and the black dragons again.

First dyed his hair because of a dare 

Saw himself a lot in young Inui 

Doesn't understand Shinichiro's obsession with getting a girlfriend, it's really not that hard???

Visits Shinichiro's grave often to talk to him and fill him in on everything he's missed.

Feels lost whenever he doesn't have his dango stick 

Protects senju in the train timelime, saving her.

Was once bullied when younger since he was small, but no one dared bully him again after he beat them up. 

Didn't actually remember who Takemichi or Hina was but attended the wedding anyway since his friends were going to be there (and free alcohol).

Secretly likes hugs

Knows nothing about his parents, grew up in an orphanage (partly the reason why he was so drawn to Shinichiro and the way he actually seemed to care about him and others).

Yakuza Wakasa kept tabs on his old friends and made sure they were protected.

Tried to cook and eat a fish after catching one once, forgot about the bones though and learnt a hard lesson that day.

Steals clothes from Benkei because he likes how big and snuggly they are, if he gets a partner then he'll steal some for them too.

Was actually trying to save mikey when he joined kmg and told him about the time leaping, figured that's what Shinichiro would've wanted.

Hates his picture being taken

Yakuza Wakasa also refused to let Senju join when she showed interest.

Feel like similarly to Draken he caught the attention of older gang members at a young age which is how he got into delinquency.

Laughed when he found out Mikey knocked out Shinichiro by accident.

If anyone in the gang tries to tease his height he turns the joke round on them, calling them unnatural giants.

Loves kissing, could spend hours doing it (oral fixation!!!!)

Despite his calm exterior he secretly panics if someone starts crying (Shinichiro is the only exception since he's used to it now).

Keeps a picture of the first gen black dragons in his wallet.

Had the most victories in brahmans underground fight club (Senju rarely fought).

Doesn't want anyone to know about how much he hates bugs, if he does tell you then it shows he trusts you a lot. 

Held back against Inui in their fight, both because he didn't want to hurt him too badly and because he wanted to waste time.

Is actually very playful and enjoys teasing a lot more then people think.

Still dislikes Taiju in the good timeline (has never tries to kill him though)

The first time he said Shin instead of Shinichiro was an accident, he was referring to him like that in his head for a while but didn't mean for it to slip out.

Dislikes hospitals and will straight up ignore his own injuries, someone will often have to drag him to them.

[megane-sama]

Yeah I am NAWT on Shiro's side here. He's low-key (highkey) hella disrespectful.

First off look at how excited Laios was to see his trifling ass, he genuinely thought Toshiro was his friend. He didn't even hold the fact that he left the group against him.

Then he proceeds to act like he's the one who cares the most about Falin but then acts like a self righteous prick when he finds out how exactly they saved her. Starving himself and bringing his entire little cadet from his house only to balk at an unconventional means being used to bring back the supposed "love of his life", saying he'll never understand why they did what they did like HE wasn't waxing poetic about Falin a couple panels ago. He is NAWT a real lover.

And yet Laios blames himself. Toshiro has always been calm and collected and dare I say Laios looks up to him, and he thinks that for him to be that pissed off, he surely must've done something wrong which is the only time as far as I've read we see Laios actually express any thought that perhaps what he did was wrong. It's obvious he holds Shiro's opinions in high esteem.

Laios has only treated Shiro with kindness and literally trusted him enough to tell them about their secret use of the dark arts and what does he do???? He proceeds to say that Laios isnt taking Falin seriously LIKE SHES NOT HIS DAMN FUCKING SISTER. Laios grew up with Falin, they've been together even before the adventuring, he's willing to risk everything for her and yet Shiro thinks he can have an opinion because he can't understand and hence doesn't like Laios's attitude??? We saw what Laios was willing to do to defeat the red dragon, they had already done that long before Shiro even showed up, what gives him the right to talk as if he knows Falin more than anyone of them??? What made him think say that was in any way okay???

And now let's even get in his distaste for Laios attitude. And maybe it's because I've been in Laios' situation so many times but you'll never catch me supporting anybody who depends on social cues to pass across the fact they don't like you, I hate it so fucking much. It's not Laios's responsibility that he couldnt say that shit to his face and yet despite finding out that someone he considered a friend actually finds him annoying, Laios simply asks why Toshiro didn't say something sooner which is the right question actually. And then he also admits he knows Laios doesn't actually mean anything bad by it and that's what makes it worse because everyone around him has to deal with him...

Honestly I won't lie that part actually hurt as someone who has had this scenario happen in different formats over and over and over again and has just learnt to isolate myself from people because of the almost irrational fear of doing the wrong things and saying the wrong things at the wrong times because of course people can't go one day without creating unspoken rules you have to follow to properly socialize. Toshiro is getting no sympathy from me.

In all of this my summary is: Toshiro is an annoying, privileged dickhead and he can suck my dick.

[lyramundana]

Hii how are u??? Hope you're okay

I just wanna know something, HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO WRITE SO PERFECTLY, WHEN I READ YOUR REPLY TO MY LAST ASK I ALMOST FAINTED RIGHT THERE OMG IT'S SO PERFECT💯💯💯💯💯

Anyways I came back with another ask so that's it :

Yan! Minsung x fem! childhood bestie! Reader where she have a crush on someone else and they're like "you're ours sweetie don't you know ? No one can take you from us"and of course you do your magic 😎😎

Thank you🌹🌹🌹❤❤

----🦋 anon----

I'm doing pretty well, honey, thank you!

ajsndkndeckndkvn stop it 😭😭, now you're just trying to flatter me. I'm not that good really, I just write whatever shit comes to my mind. My english vocabulary falls short often and I end up repeating words because I literally don't know more. But putting my language barriers aside, I'm very happy and proud my last work was up to your expectations hehe🤧🥰 I enjoyed the trope and I'll love to hear more of your thoughts about this since it's yours, so pls feel free to message me privately anytime to talk about it!

Anyway, let's get to it:

YANDERE! POLY MINSUNG AS CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS

Jisung and Minho have been pillars in her life since she can remember.

She met Jisung in kindergarten, and when they realised that their lunch boxes were identical, they decided they were best friends. Minho appeared on their first day of primary school, being new to the neighbourhood. The other kids found him scary and he never tried to interact with anyone, until one day, Reader noticed him sitting alone during break and eating his lunch in a hidden corner with a sad frown and dragged him towards Jisung. After spending a good while making him talk and sharing food, they found out little Minho was just incredibly shy and having moved to another place where he didn't know anybody made him terribly anxious, so he preferred to not speak much to not embarrass himself.

When school ended that day, the three of them were already inseparable for the remaining time. Jisung and Minho clicked instantly and Reader was the extrovert that pushed them out of their comfort zones.

This dynamic remained more or less the same as they grew. Since they lived in the same area, they hung out every day and created beautiful memories. Minho managed to get out of his lonely bubble and worked on his social skills, while Jisung learnt to take things calmly and rule himself. They witnessed each other's worst and best moments.

Reader had other people around her, but she only ever paid attention to her best friends. Minho and Jisung never interacted much with anyone besides her either. They always said "We only need each other. We're a team. The rest doesn't matter". She was so focused on them she neglected socializing with other people..which the boys didn't mind at all.

As time passed and the three of them remained as close as ever, they realized they needed her, on a visceral level. She was the sun they were constantly rotating around to to keep living. She was their personal ray of sunshine and they couldn't stand the mere notion of being depraved from that light...or having someone else enjoy it. As these thoughts started to get weight in their heads, it changed their behaviour too.

They sneakily isolated her from other people except her own family. They whispered lies in her ear, slowly manipulating her into believing that no one would value her as they did, that most people were out of to hurt her. Everytime she was about to make friends with someone, they cut that off quickly from the sides and dragged her back to them, all with the same kind smiles she grew up with so she never suspected a thing. She genuinely thought she was simply bad at socialising and her besties were her comfort zone, her eternal protectors. Yeah, they brainwashed her.

When high school started, both boys made sure to be inscribed on the same one as her, and with such luck they were placed in the same class. She never sat by herself, always with one of them at her side or both surrounding her, like human shields. For group projects they always paired together, and when the teacher separated them, it was hell for the other people involved.

They've been so smooth and cunning with their antics over the years that she has never felt anything wrong with them. She believes in them blindly. They're her precious best friends, her soulmates, her brothers. Sure, they might be a bit overprotective at times, but because they want her happiness.

At first they truly saw her only as a friend, their friends who belonged to them first. She could hang out with others, but at the end of the day, they should be her priority. They'll be the typical toxic besties that are like "you know her for five months, but we've known her for years" or "Do you seriously prefer to spend time with them over us? We're your best friends, you should think of us first!", or they'll make her cancel plans to go out with them instead. It's what they expect her to do. She must always prioritise them.

However, when their feelings for her started to become romantic, their attitude became worse. She wasn't allowed to go out with others anymore, especially boys. They made sure she was with them at all times, scaring off or threatening anyone that tried to approach her. What if someone stole her away from them, from her rightful place? They can't live without her. What are they supposed to do?

When they start their senior year in highschool (I got no idea how the education system works outside Spain) Han and Minho are in the same class, much to their delight...until they notice she's not there. Their protests are ignored, the graduation is this year and teachers have a lot in their minds to care for some "petty teenagers with separation anxiety." And so they're forced to endure the classes without her, unable to keep an eye on their girl. They're worried sick. What if something happens to her and they're not there? What if someone gets close to her and takes her? No, they can't stand it. No matter how much she promises them she's fine and can handle herself, they know she needs them. She's never been without them for long.

So they find a solution: Track her. They install a spying app on her phone to know where she is and record her conversations. They keep an eye on anyone that speaks to her longer than they like and intervene behind her back to cut off any potential admirers. This was supposed to remain only in school, but they use it even outside.

Years pass and they're already college students. Since they no longer can be in the same class, the boys find a solution: Move to an apartment and live all together. That has been their dream all along, create a routine for life together, as a team, as family. At this point, they're confident their schemes to "protect" Reader and tie her to them have all worked, so they relax a bit. They're sure she feels the same way for them, after all they did for her and all they went through together, she surely loves them just as much. She must have realised she's made for them. They even let her attend college despite hating the idea of not seeing her at all hours, because they trust her. They even slept together a few times already, so that means it's all established, right?

So imagine their surprise when she arrives one day and announces she'll be going on a date with a cute guy from her class. If that revelation wasn't enough to fuck them up, she adds that she's so happy because she's been crushing on him for a while now and wasn't sure he was interested.

All these words sound so wrong in their heads. Blurry, confusing, like she was speaking another language.

When they finally process it, they're furious. More than furious. The three of them have their first big argument since middle school and she leaves. Turns out that in the little time she spent away from them and interacting with other people helped realise that maybe some stuff just doesn't feel right with Han and Minho. She still found ways to excuse them in her head, believing it was all protectiveness but a bit extreme. So she stepped out of he comfort zone a bit and found out how refreshing it felt to have other people to talk to. Specially the guy that sat beside her in class, who always made her heart beat faster and showed her a different, softer kind of affection. One that doesn't suffocate you, doesn't hold you back.

They're mad at her initially but they eventually blame the guy. They blame everyone in the damn uni, for filling her head with lies and corrupting her. Minho claims he knew they shouldn't have supported her going to college without them, but Han says it was all his fault for stopping with their schemes to keep watching over her.

Then, they come up with a plan. One to ensure you have nowhere to go but their side and traps you forever. First, they get rid of the guy (either by intimidation...or something darker), then they comfort her broken heart by telling her that they warned her, that no one would ever love her like they do. Minho suggests having some dinner and drink to get their minds off it.

They get drunk, and they keep refilling her glass to distract her from the pain. They hug her and kiss her face, whispering sweet words in her ears. She's so sad and desperate for some affection there she lets herself go in their arms.

The morning after, she wakes up with hangover and realises they had sex, several times. It's not the first time, so she doesn't think too much about it, except for the slight uncomfortably feeling of not remembering everything. She stands up to shower herself...and doesn't check the trash cans, where there are no signs of condoms.

When she gets told that she's pregnant, it's way too late for her.

[luminary08]

I decided to draw some reference sheets for my agents/ocs so I wanted to post them here! Here is a quick rundown of everyone:

Ira/Agent 3/Captain:

Demigirl, They/Them, 15/17/22(Splatoon 1/2/3)

Laid-back and hardworking

Loves acting as the “cool and aloof mentor” but is actually a dork

As much of a Cuttlefish as Callie and Marie, thinks of them as older sisters and treats Cuttlefish with a lot of respect, lived with them when they became Agent 3, they moved out but they eventually moved back in again. They welcomed Ira back with open arms

Currently lives with the Squid Sisters in their apartment

Darby/Agent 4:

Trans guy, He/Him, 16/21

A social introvert with a heart of gold

Is the younger brother of Karla

Bro he has a little bit of anxiety

Was only in Inkopolis Square for a month due to school but had to leave. Is currently both studying and looking after his younger twin sisters at home

Doesn’t do a lot of agent work anymore due to his parents putting more pressure on him to study, which stresses him out

Karla/Agent 5:

Cis women, She/Her, 19/24

An enthusiastic social butterfly that loves teasing others

Is the older sister of Darby

Worked alongside Darby as Agents 4 and 5 due to seeing Darby go into a grate with a “mysterious and sketchy woman” so she was obviously worried. She learnt about the New Squidbeak Splatoon, got into a fight with Darby about him being Agent 4 but they did reconcile

As Agent 5, she mainly helped out Sheldon with gathering weapon data for his shop, which she managed to fully complete. Darby helped out when he was still in Inkopolis Square, but couldn’t after he moved back home. This took a few weeks to do.

Shares an apartment with Milo in Inkopolis Square, they get along very well

Has offered Darby her place to stay but he refused. She doesn’t know about their parents pressuring Darby to study, but she could definitely guess that it’s happening

Arien/Agent 8

Cis man, He/Him, 17/22

A stone-faced, stubborn amnesiac who just wants to relax

Has a big scar across his due to him failing tests, his are more recent than Milo’s

Intimidates people easily but is actually pretty chill

Works at Ammo Knights and is pretty content to work that job for life

He doesn’t know what to feel about Milo

Didn’t initially collect all of the mem cakes as Agent 8, but has since gone back and gotten them all, as well as having dealt with his “Inner Agent 3”

Really idolised Ira when they first met to the point of putting them on a pedestal, but has since worked on that and now views them as a close friend, although he still thinks they’re pretty cool

Moved to Splatsville for a change of pace, he actually offered Briar to come live with him after finding out that the newest NSS member was moving into Splatsville, but Briar declined, however they decided to move into the same apartment complex as him as neighbours instead

Milo/Agent 9

Nonbinary, They/Them, 20/25

A quiet amnesiac who keeps to themselves

Has a big scar across their back, like Arien’s but more faded, due to them failing tests

They only accompanied Arien in the Deepsea Metro. They didn't do a lot of tests with Arien. The reason they're called Agent 9 is due to Tartar calling them "Applicant 10,009"

Doesn’t speak or emote much but they’re slowing coming out of their shell

Was pretty much a zombie during their time in the Deepsea Metro so they don’t remember much.

They don’t remember anything prior to waking up and meeting Arien and Cuttlefish before they found Tartar and the rest of the Deepsea Metro. They don’t know if they want to

Is obsessed with humans and life before Inklings and Octolings

Lives with Karla in Inkopolis Square. Is really thankful that Karla offered them a place to stay, they’re really good friends

Feels like they’re drifting through life right now, although that might change when they wake up in an abandoned Inkopolis Square

Briar/Neo Agent 3

Agender, She/He/They, 16

A sassy smartass who is also a bit of a tsundere

Grew up in the Splatlands with Little Buddy/Pineapple, currently lives on the outskirts of Splatsville

Is partially fuzzy due to almost losing against Grizz but did win

Is actually working on how they act around others due to Ira’s influence and guidance

Does look up to Ira as a mentor but would rather be dead than her actually saying it to their face

Has a love-hate relationship regarding big clothes, sometimes he loves them, sometimes he hates them

Had no clue who Octavio was before Ira told them

Banned from Turf Wars and Anarchy Battles due to them being extremely ruthless in battle to the point of being violent. They actually started a wave of people using their weapons in an unintended way, which is also what got them banned

Loves messing around with Karla whenever she’s around, she also hangs out with Arien and he teaches her about things like social etiquette and living with others after having not done so before, like he’s talking from experience or something. He’s like a second mentor to Briar but not on the same level as Ira

To quickly explain the deal with Karla and Milo, I made them as Agents 4 and 8 when I decided to 100% Splatoon 2's single player and Octo Expansion. I got too attached to them however, and now they're actually in the story. In the story, Karla does get all of the weapon data for Sheldon, but Milo is not the one to get the mem cakes as it technically wouldn't count as Arien's mem cakes. Another thing I want to mention is that Milo's glasses partly change colour corresponding to a colour chip in Side Order.

Also yes, Milo is replacing Arien in my version of Side Order, it might give them more character development but we’ll see when the DLC releases. Some info may change over time however, I definitely want to post/draw more about them but I’ll see how this post does before I do anything.