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fan-goddess · 4 months ago

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Come run your hands through my hair

Authors Note: This took a while.... sorta took a break from writing due to low motivation and personal life stuff that took over my wellbeing these last few months. Still, i hope by posting this I get back in the writing spirit!

This request was inspired off an artwork created by @slytherincursebreaker who’s an amazing artist so I recommend looking at them! They’ll blow your socks off! (It won’t let me link the post annoyingly so I’ll add the link in a reblog of this post!)

Taglist: @slytherincursebreaker, @theconclavescitadel @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @omgbrcat @blue-serendipity @arcielee

Warnings: Suggestive content, babies, reader is mainly gender neutral but some female descriptions may have been dotted throughout, (if i miss any let me know!)

When Aemond first allowed his hair to reach his waist all those years ago in his teens, he had no idea how much of a hassle it would be to keep it like that.

Though to his surprise, it wasn’t the maintenance what forced him to reconsider all his hard earned work. If anything, he spent too long maintaining it, putting all sorts of products from all sorts of places as far as Essos or even Winterfell.

But no. Instead, It was his own daughter, who was the one forcing him to reconsider it all.

“Hermione, please loosen your grip. Kostilus ñuha byka dārilaros, ivestragī jikagon hen ñuha ōghar."

“I don’t think she understands Aemond. In Valyrian or common tongue.” You tease, leaning forward to take your daughter from your husbands arms.

It takes a mighty tug from you however with how strong she held onto Aemonds silver locks, and the fact that as soon as she was in her muñas arms, she began to pout and wet her eyes with the promise of further tears and a mighty tantrum if she isn’t placed back into her kepas arms as quickly as possible.

And of course, being the father wrapped tightly around his daughters finger he was, Aemond quickly takes her right back so he can hold her tightly against his chest and soothe her.

“Shhh it is alright byka dārilaros…” Aemond coos, rocking her in his arms as she begins to slowly calm herself down and close her eyes. “Kepa would never let anything happen to you or to muña. Sleep byka dārilaros, and we shall awake tomorrow with a smile. And if you're extra good in the morning, we can arrange a playdate with your cousins.”

“You’re so good with her.” You cannot help but comment, moving forward so you can lay your head on his shoulder and hum in delight as Aemond tilts his head to lay a delicate feather-like kiss against your skin.

As soon as Hermione is fast asleep against Aemonds chest, he takes her to the nursery and places her carefully in the crib, placing the stuffed direwolf teddy your brother had made for her in her arms before turning away so he can turn on the moon themed nightlight Hel had gifted you and leave the room with you.

The two of you make quick work of clearing the house up after a hectic day of Hermione and uncle Aegons unique chaos, and as soon as the last wooden block is put back in its rightful place, the pyjamas were put on and the lights dimmed as the two of you made quick work sleeping peacefully in each others arms.

Though it seems the peace last only that night, since that next morning, Aemonds hopeful words that Hermione would wake up with a smile came with a price it seemed. As while yes, Aemond was delighted that his precious daughter was giggling and acting like the angel he knew her to be, she somehow managed to do all that while yanking at his hair so badly he truly feared for his roots.

"Ow! Hermione don't pull daddy's hair- OW! you have a strong grip there Hermione!" Aemond forcibly smiled while he tried to hide his very obvious winces and groans of pain, all in favour of keeping his sweet girl happy.

"Aemond, do you need any help?" You try to ask, wincing yourself when you see Hermione actually manage to take a strand or two out with her bare hands and flutter down to the floor below.

"Nope!" He says, very strained, you would say. "When is Helaena getting here with the twins by the way?"

"About an hour. Why? Can't fend off the ferocious princess?" You tease, walking up to the two and swooping said princess into your own arms. Thankfully, it seems today she's decided to tolerate her munas presence as she lightly grabs at your own hair and puts it in her mouth for a nibble. She only tugs on her favourite hair it seems.

"A knight can only do so much." Aemond eventually admits, sitting up properly as he rubs at the places where Hermione tugged at the most.

"You do know you can say no to her right? She's our princess. Not an evil witch my sweet knight." You grin, sitting down next to Aemond and giggling when he gives you a sweet kiss on your blushing cheek.

"And you're the delectable queen whose sworn protector can never get enough of..." He murmurs, kissing your cheek once more and chuckling as he feels the heat difference from moments before.

To be honest, you almost managed to forget about the princess in your arms until she begins to giggle again, still with your hair between her lips.

"Is that right nuha dārilaros? Is muna a queen?" Aemond coos, both you and him smiling proud as she excitedly wriggles in your arms with her hands in the air as if to give a wholehearted agreement. "Well, our princess is never wrong!" He smiles.

"Never." You grin back, pulling in Aemond for a quick kiss that he reciprocates immediately with zero hesitation. If there wasn't the familiar sound of the doorbell followed by the sweet noise of excitement from Hermione, you no doubt would've continued.

Which, after Helaena strapped Hermione in the back with the twins while her frankly cute as heck girlfriend sat in the front and drove off, is exactly what you did.

The two of you practically molded against each other as two became one. Your hands couldn't keep themselves away from touching his chest and fiddling with the long smooth silky strands of his hair. Before in the past, Aemond almost had a particular fondness for you touching and delicately tugging at his hair, with it being a sensitive area for him after all.

Yet when you do this now, instead of being met with that soft sigh of his that drives you insane with need, you're met with a painful whine that forces you to practically leap to the other side of the couch in surprise and fear for your lovers well-being.

"What's wrong Aemond?!" You quickly ask, moving forward again to take his face in your palms.

"I think Hermione might've played a bit too hard with my hair this time ñuha jorrāelagon." He says, rubbing at the spot with his palm. For a minute, Aemond is calm as he appears to think about something. Then he turns to you with his eyes furrowed like he usually does whenever he's in deep thought on something. "Do you remember that idea I had last week? The one I had on Tuesday after we put Hermione to bed?"

You had to think about it for a second given how vague he was being, but when you remember exactly what he was insinuating, you couldn't help but gasp in disbelief. "You cannot be serious!?"

"I'm afraid I am. As much as I love our princess, I don't think my hair can take it anymore... and besides, You can do it. Which does put me at ease."

"By the sakes of the gods fine! I'll try to find my hairdressing kit somewhere in the rubble of the junk room!" You sigh, giving Aemond a final peck on the corner of his lips before moving in said junk room, knowing you'll no doubt be taking about an hour to find the kit you bought a year ago on a whim but never ended up using.

Still, no better time than the present!

After eventually finding the darn thing though, you got Aemond set up in the bathroom on your dresser stool. A spare sheet was draped on the floor to catch the fallen hair, with another round Aemonds shoulders to keep his clothes/skin hair free. You set the bag of hair products and equipment on the ledge by the sink, and let Aemonds hair free as it ran down his back and over his left eye.

"Aemond are you sure about this...?" You carefully ask, catching his eye as he looks at himself in the mirror.

"Yes, I know it's hard but it will grow back. It's just hair Stark." Aemond finally says, his face looking unusually cold as he uses the nickname he gave you from years ago before you were both dating.

"Oh it's not that, it's our daughter. You know she'll throw a fit." You try to explain, yet that doesn't seem to faze him one bit. You suppose looking at him with how he's glaring at his reflection, now you can understand exactly why his nickname in high school was 'The Iceberg'.

"You're being silly Stark, let's get this over with." Aemond scoffs, firmly glaring at you that to most people would seem cold and slightly scary, exactly like how the infamous iceberg would've been. But to you, it's just like something you'd see off one of those grumpy cat videos you see on your social media for you page.

There's not much it seems you can do about it, given how experienced you are at dealing with Aemonds annoyingly stubborn nature. So you simply sigh and under your breath murmur a few words before you begin cutting.

"I tried to warn you..."

By the time Helaena had texted you to let you know they'll be dropping Hermione back off at yours and Aemonds house, Aemonds hair has been cut significantly shorter.

"It's shorter than Aegons..." You can't help but sigh, mourning his long hair as you run your fingers through its remains. "What am I even gonna be able to hold anymore? Nothing I tell you! Nothing!"

"It was for the best!" Aemond tries to reassure you, though with how you can clearly see his lips jutted in a pout, you can't help but feel reminded of Hermiones own. It seems you finally figured out where she gets her grumpy side from. Speaking of Hermione...

As soon as Aemond opens the door to thank Helaena for the sudden play date, her eyes immediately widen in shock and horror. So wide in fact you can't help but begin cackling like a witch in the background. Aemond though is just focused on his little princess, so he ignores her and the original task he was supposed to do, leaving you to thank Helaena properly while you try to calm down your laughter.

"What the fuck has he done to his hair?!" Helaena murmurs, keeping her volume careful given that Hermiones only recently begun to mimic words, as discovered by her Uncle Aegon only the day before...

"Hermione keeps grabbing it." You explain. "She even managed to pull some strands out so Aemond just had enough and demanded I cut it for him today. Trust me, we all mourn the curls... Hermione no doubt the most. I should probably go witness this so I can tell him the I told him so within the moment. Still, thanks so much for the day! We can discuss having the twins over next week okay?"

"Yep sounds good! Text me Hermiones reaction in detail later!"

"Will do! Thanks again Hel!" You say as you close the door and honest to the gods speed walk to the living room, just in time for the show...

You can see Aemond smiling hopefully at Hermione, who's just perched on his lap looking up at him in confusion while they both sit on the sofa.

"Hermione, what do you think of daddy's new haircut?" He says, still looking hopeful at his precious daughter. That is however, until her face begins to contort into one you and Aemond both recognise well. A face of pure and utter sadness as tears begin to run heavy down her cheek and her voice releases a loud screech of sorrow.

"No nono! Don't cry! Hermione!! Daddy's here, it will grow back!! Don't cry!!" Your poor lover begs while your daughter still weeps for the loss of her favourite past time, and for in a way, her daddy himself.

"I told you that our daughter would throw a fit..." You say, watching as Aemond turns to you with a face of pure desperation while Hermione still shrieks in his arms.

"Please my love. Help me." He begs, his eye full of despair as he's forced to watch his beloved little princess weep before him. So like the amazing parent you were, you strode over and took Hermione in your arms and cooed at her until she was just hiccuping and looking at you with wet cheeks.

"Did you not like the strange man sweetie?" You teased, giggling as you saw Aemonds look of pure betrayal directed solely at you. Still, you had to feel bad for him, so as you bounced Hermione in your arms you took her back over to Aemond who looked back at her with a hopeful expression.

"It's kepa sweetie!" You tried to convince, but with how her eyebrows seemed to furrow in the most adorable looking scowl, you don't think she was exactly ready to believe you right now.

"Don't you dare say it..." Aemond groans, his own eyebrows furrowed exactly like the baby in front of the two of you was doing.

"I told you so!" You sing instead, giggling as he rolls his eye next to you. "You're gonna have to wait for her to get used to you all over again Aemond. I'm sorry, but you did take away the most definable feature of yours from her!"

"Ah yes, cause our daughter has met so many men these days with one-eye..." He grumbles beside you, causing you to laugh softly as you kiss the side of his face in an act of comfort he leans into gratefully.

"Well, you were always praising our daughter for never taking notice of it when you first showed it to her."

"Sure sure blame the victim..." He grumbles, wistfully sighing once more as he makes eye contact with his glaring daughter. "I love you byka dārilaros, know that." He tries to kiss the top of her head in a final act of affection, but to your greatest amusement and Aemonds greatest horror, Hermione uses her scrunched up fists to hit the side of Aemonds face away with a mighty yell.

"Told you. Gonna need to get her used to you..." You say, moving Aemond closer so you could kiss the area between his furrowed brows. And from the way they felt against your lips, you knew you'd need to give him plenty of affection until Hermione miraculously remembers one morning that she has a daddy with short silver hair.

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Valyrian translation bit (literally one sentence): Kostilus ñuha byka dārilaros, ivestragī jikagon hen ñuha ōghar - please my little princess, let go of my hair

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three-realms-archive · 6 months ago

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The Three Realms Archive: Masterlist and Rules!

Welcome to the Three Realms Archive, where you can find stories about the beings that reside in the Three Realms and beyond! Whether it be stories of the Avatars of Sin, the students of Prince Diavolo’s RAD exchange programme, or of the incredible human who became sorcerer under the tutelage of the Wise Sorcerer and Master of the Seven Rulers of the Underworld… You can find their stories here!

Atmospheric introduction aside, welcome to this side blog for writing to do with Obey Me! And Obey Me! Nightbringer. These will most likely be bits and pieces that come to me when they come.

My ideas inbox is currently open (use the ‘Ideas Here!’ tab to send them), but please read the rules below first!!!

This blog is new, so bear with me whilst I work on aesthetics and getting started on writing/uploading some stuff I've written :D

Rules and masterlist under the cut:

Rules and Considerations

Please be kind and respectful to each other!

For personal reasons, this is a non-NSFW blog. Please do not suggest NSFW in the ideas box beyond slightly suggestive - any requests like this will be ignored. I will do my best to place content warnings where I think it's needed.

The ideas inbox is called such because you can be as vague as you want - even a single word. However, it is also called this because they are ideas and - depending on various factors like my schedule, how inspired I am, and how much certain ideas inspire me to write - there is no guarantee I write for every idea, or the same amount for every idea. Thank you for understanding in advance :D

I’m a fairly new OBM player, so if anything I write is contrary to the canon, please let me know and I can add a note or rectify it. Most of these are meant to be “imagine the character in this situation” and my personal interpretation.

Have fun!

Masterlist

🌟Inspired by an ideas inbox request!

Oneshot Fics

Checking In: The House of Lamentation family check into a human-world hotel.

Beware MC, the Kind: Sorcerer MC is gaining a reputation similar to that of their teacher, Solomon the Wise. But for what reasons?

Let's Form an Idol Group: Will Asmo's next attempt at making his brothers into a boy band succeed? (This one has a cute commenting challenge - please check it out!)

Dramatic Drama: Telenovelas can be very emotionally-investing for demons.

🌟A Small, Little Lie: TSL Arranged Marriage! AU. The sentence "I love you" means very different things to the Lord of Masks and his spouse and former-knight, Henry.

Love Me, Or Not: Satan pulls on flower petals, hoping to get the same result you did.

Was Never Your First, After All: A childhood friend visits you and Mammon realises ‘first man’ doesn’t suit him much anymore.

First Dates: A collection of first date thoughts from each Avatar of Sin.

Short Snippets

Ante Up: Mammon finds he's a lot more motivated to win quickly when he's at the casino with you.

The RAD School Play: Ideas about MC’s role in a school play at RAD.

Six Pillows and a Tattered Armchair: An angsty (ref. to Lesson 16) accompaniment to ‘Beel is Pillow’, exploring Belphie’s relationship with sleep in the aftermath of his actions.

The RAD Cheer Squad: 2, 4, 6, 8 - who do we appreciate? … Probably not whoever came up with the RAD Cheer Squad.

What Is Up, Fellow Celestials?: Luke finds this one human really, really cool. MC and Simeon suffer the consequences.

Just Wanting To Be Included: Mammon and Beel post a FabSnap video, but their brother just wants to be included.

Debuting Change: Diavolo invites a special guest to a special occasion.

Just A Study: Solomon tries to convince himself that living with you was just a study. Spoilers for Nightbringer Lesson 40!

Relent: Belphie has a super, super smart plan to get you to cuddle in bed with him.

A Rainy Day Indulgence: Simeon dances with you in the rain, and it reminds him of something.

Headcannons

Unhinged™: A bunch of silly headcanons that could each be their own anime episodes. Chaotic things the OBM! cast have done. Inspired by this post by @leniisreallycool.

Series

Beel is Anything, If You Beel-ieve

A very unserious collection of slice-of-life snippets, where Beel goes on a journey to become as many things as possible.

Beel is Pillow: Beel is pillow.

Beel is Paint: Beel is paint, according to Asmo.

Beel is Anime: Beel is anime, and Levi is not okay with this.

🌟 Scars, Wounds and Minor Inconveniences

A series exploring slice-of-life snapshots of the Obey Me! characters in the aftermath of Lesson 16. Each chapter is made up of two posts: a oneshot centred around one of MC's scars, wounds or minor inconveniences; and a post with the general headcanons inspiring the oneshot. Features references to injury and spoilers for Lesson 16 of OG Obey Me!.

Phantom Pain (Oneshot + Headcannons): Mammon is used to your 'needles-thing' by now. He doesn't mind it. After all, he has his own things he does every now and again.

A Weak Wrist (Oneshot + Headcannons): Your wrist is still weak from the TSL Quiz; so Lucifer doesn’t understand why you trust Leviathan more.

Nightmares (Oneshot + Headcannons): Belphegor relishes you and Beel growing further apart... until he doesn't, when Beel's dreams change.

Splintered Arms and a New Bedtime Routine (Oneshot + Headcannons - Coming Soon!): The angels are confused at the weird routine you and Beel have before bedtime during a sleepover at Purgatory Hall.

Better, Quicker Reflexes (Oneshot + Headcannons - Coming Soon!): Lucifer used to think his form of discipline was effective.

#writing #obey me #obey me headcanons #masterlist #side blog #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #writing blog

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paintedonmyteeth · 4 months ago

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Looking for Roleplayers ᯓ ⁺₊ ♱ .ᐟ

Hello hello, name’s Dead (19, she/her) and I’m looking to get back into roleplaying and find some new rp partners interested in building plots and creating character dynamics and development! It’s been some time since I’ve gotten in to doing some lengthy or rping with plots and I may be a little rusty so please bear with me :)) With this in mind here’s some other things you need to know about me…

Status: Closed

݁ᛪ༙ — My writing switches between semi-literate to literate depending how motivated I am to write with or go along with the plotting, I usually try to write one thick chunk or maybe two paragraphs to avoid writing any one-liners. I will also try my best to mirror my writing to my partners.

݁ᛪ༙ — I have a life outside of tumblr and discord, so please bear with me with my slow responses! With this in mind, I’m more active between Mondays and Fridays as well as weekends. Not to mention timezones are also funky. You may @ me after 4-5 days if I happen to forget about the rp but please don’t spam me.

݁ᛪ༙ — I’m all for platonic plotting between characters as well as adding romance, when it comes to pairings I’m more comfortable writing MLM as nearly all of my OCs are male, (I am open into trying MLNB though!) since writing female characters aren’t really my strong suit. I am a-okay adding any dead-dove or NSFW elements in our rps (though I much prefer them to be side-plot things rather than the main topic that’s driving the story forward).

݁ᛪ༙ — I also rp in a few fandoms and can play a few canon characters. I’m on board for writing canon x canon ships, but I will NOT be doing any oc x canon pairings or double-ups.

And speaking of fandoms, here’s a list of them that I write for:

ִ ࣪𖤐 Percy Jackson (I’m still getting back to reading the books so no spoilers please! I haven’t tried writing for canon characters either so I’m more open to rp with ocs)

ִ ࣪𖤐 Little Nightmares

ִ ࣪𖤐 Outlast

ִ ࣪𖤐 Pirates of the Caribbean

ִ ࣪𖤐 Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

ִ ࣪𖤐 Homicipher

ִ ࣪𖤐 Genshin Impact

ִ ࣪𖤐 Venom (Marvel movies)

݁ᛪ༙ — Besides fandoms I also have a handful of other ocs unrelated to them I’m more than open to use as well! I can’t remember nor do I have a lot of fandoms I used write for but I’m more than comfortable in using my ocs for rping and plotting things with them. If I happen to find other fandoms I enjoy I might add them to the list! On that note, plotting with ocs in fandomless rps is something I’m more interested with creating plots that are action/adventure, crime, or horror oriented roleplays. I’m MORE than open to plot any roleplays with AUs!

݁ᛪ༙ — Another important thing to add, ageless or minor accs under 18 DNI, I’m not comfortable with interacting with younger people! If you are requesting for any creepy/weird tropes or you’re being an asshole in general, I will block you and end the discussion from there.

݁ᛪ༙ — Lastly, if you disappear on me without a word for more than a month, I will assume you’re no longer interested in the roleplay and I will leave the DM from there.

If anyone’s interested in rping and building a plot with me feel free to drop your discord tag or interact with this post! :)

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ada7201 · 1 year ago

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Hii! It's the anon that requested for the Layla reader. How are you doing? Hope you feel good! Can I ask for a part 2 of the Layla reader? You pictured her spot on! I want it to be with the other players like shidou or rin and maybe Kaiser and ness (only if you want ofc!) Not forcing any of this so do it at your own pace but it would really make my day if you would! :)

hi! i’d love to do this for you, im sorry i didn’t add all the characters you wanted before and i’m glad i was able to write the character good. im doing good, and thank you!

also, i had no idea how to include kaiser and ness into this but still wanted to write for them, i’ve decided to split this into 2 parts. so i’ll write part 3 a little later (≧∀≦)

༄ part 1 ༄ part 2 ༄ part 3 on the way

bllk boys x sleepy reader, like layla!

Shidou and Rin edition

𖣘 part 1 𖣘 part 2 𖣘 part 3 on the way!

note: end is a bit rushed. i wanted to finish this quickly, and had like no ideas. characters might be ooc. next part might come out in a day depending on how many ideas I get. also, im going somewhere tomorrow so i might not have that much time to write. ( ´△｀) but, i promise im working hard on finishing everyone’s requests!

i love seeing you guys ask for stuff, so don’t be afraid to request things, please（╹◡╹）♡

“where’s y/n?!”

“sleeping.”

“again?”

Rin sighed, yes, you were sleeping again. he shot a glare to the player, before looking back at the screen. he had to watch this match.

you were fast asleep in the cafeteria, after a long night of drawing on a notebook that was supposed to be for becoming a better striker.

it’s not your fault that you got bored, right?

“who’s that girl?” Shidou would hum to himself, taking long strides over to where your body was folded onto the table.

that looked pretty uncomfortable.

so, being the kind man he is, Shidou decided to pick you up roughly and throw you over his shoulder!

your eyes had prominent eye bags, and you seemed sick. it would be the right thing to do!

you gasped at being woken up, and quite literally manhandled onto someone’s shoulder.

“what do you think you’re doing?!” you’d screen to the unknown man, thrashing around.

well, you’re quite lively now, aren’t you?

“you’re sick.” he grins, patting your leg “soothingly” as if he wasn’t basically abducting you.

when he finally let you go, you were quick to get back your team’s room.

“hello y/n.” Rin would say, sharp eyes still glued to the screen like some sort of phone addict.

he had gotten used to you appearing in the room at sudden times.

today was one of the typical break days you had at blue lock, where you all are granted a sweet day of freedom.

not many stayed at blue lock, with the majority of the players choosing to get outside and breathe some fresh air, experiencing the outside world.

although, you don’t usually get picked up by some random tall man in the middle of your nap.

moving on, you sat beside Rin to peer down at his screen, looking for something to distract you.

the day went by pretty fast, unfortunately - and night soon fell.

Rin had decided to go to bed, saying he needed to rest because there was a match coming up.

he was a bit skeptical with letting you stay awake, but he decided on simply allowing you to.

he wasn’t in the middle to argue with you, anyways.

for the rest of the night, you played around with the screen, somehow managing to change the channel and catch up on your favorite show.

that was, until Ego hacked back in and glared at you.

you couldn’t tell what his motive was, as he simply eyes you either his slim fingers laced together.

you stared back, raising a questioning eyebrow at his creepy gaze.

“what are you doing.” he asked, voice low.

“nothing.” you respond, hoping he’d buy your lie.

“go to fucking sleep, y/n.” was all he said, before the screen shut off.

aw, you were just getting to the good part of your show, what a shame.

however, you did as he said, deciding sleeping would be a better option than loosing your soccer career.

you cuddled yourself back into the sheets, eyes shutting soon after.

the morning came soon after, with you being awoken by the sound of … someone yelling, and a monotone voice?

“come on, let me see her!” Shidou would plead, eyes begging as he stood in the doorway.

Rin simply shook his head, folding his arms as he stood in the way on the blonde male.

“what’s up?” you’d mumble, voice hoarse and scratchy from your sudden wake.

“aw, helloooo!” Shidou would coo, a toothy grin on his face as he pushed past Rin to hug you.

“you still look as sick as ever!” he giggled.

“excuse me?!”

Rin sighed. “what time did you sleep, y/n?”

“um… 3, maybe?” you hum curiously, ignoring the way Shidou squished and pet your body as if you were a stuffed toy.

a sick stuffed toy?

“3?” Rin asks, eyes narrowing menacingly.

you gulp.

“blonde hair, run!” you squeal, and Shidou quickly obeys.

he rushed out of the door, hugging you right as Rin chased after the two of you.

#bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock #bllk #bllk x y/n #itoshi rin #itoshi rin x you #rin itoshi x reader #bllk shidou #shidou x reader #shidou ryusei #blue lock rin itoshi #rin x you #rin itoshi #rin x reader

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spinninhavs · 7 months ago

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hii, how are you?? i've got a req for you to write! (the explanation is a little long please bare with me) anyways to sum it up, its kinda based of the song casual by doja cat. if you dont really the idea i think you'll kinda get it once you listen to the song, (and im not really good at writing) but to sum it up, reader and chris have got a situationship, or like their just casually hooking up w/ eachother (i dont know what the label is 😭😭) but they act like lovebirds tg, like im talking cuddling when their watching a movie w the boys, getting eachother gifts, ALL that mushy cute shit.. chris realizes that he's inlove w/ reader, and y'know how hes like afraid of commitment and proper relationships? so instead of telling her that he is, he avoids her for like 2 days,and tries to fuck with someone else to forget about her for a bit. when she comes into the house to hangout with nick, she hears him fucking another chick, and she gets JEALOUSS let me tell you. she pulls that poor girl out of the room, telling her to get dressed and when the girl leaves she starts going off at chris (gettin a lil angsty). but like the whole point of me wanting it to be based off the song was kind of so that you could realize it was based off the song, so maybe u can add lyrics! (idk, just a thought) "if you is a player, i dont think ima play with ya" , "if you wanna lay with her, why don't you just stay with her?". he tries to deflect, and i guess reader kind of confronts him about how she thinks he wants more then hooking up and he denies it, but she knows hes lyin. "you say you don't want a girlfriend but when we are in person, you always act so different, you make it all seem perfect", "you hold me when we wake up, say you like me with no makeup", "is it casual, or are you tryna spend your life with me?". anyways in my lovely optimistic mind, reader tells him its ok because shes inlove w him too, and he finally doesn't deny it. she tells him shes scared too, but they'll go through it together cuz their in luvv 😛 anyways lets just say the night ends with some slow soft sex between reader and chris. "take it off, follow me out, let me in don't shut me out" i understand if you can't do this req, but i saw your post saying you needed reqs to write on a trip tmr, and i thought of this on the spot so sorry if its really shit 😭

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│⊹ warnings ⋆ ;; angst if u squint, y/n is used like twice sorryyy, p in v, pet names (baby nd mama), unprotected sex, lowercase intentional, and word count is 2.2k

│⊹ pairing ⋆ ;; chris sturniolo x fem!reader

│⊹ haven’s notes ⋆ ;; hey.. how y’all doin 😙.. sorry for being gone AGAIN i keep having writers block but i wrote smth for my script so i got motivation to write again 🤌

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you have been waiting impatiently at the triplets front door for about five minutes now. finally, chris opened it for you. “took you long enough.” you scoff with a smile as you walk in. “sorry, matt almost started a fire.” the brunette boy replied, scratching his chin when closing the door.

“what?” you laugh while kicking off your shoes and leaving them on the shoe rack. "oh by the way, i got the shirt you were planning to buy." you giggle softly, handing him a bag. "oh shit! thank you!" he says excitedly as he pulls you in for a warm hug. "of course, c." you give him a toothy smile. you notice how his facial expression changes a little bit once you smiled but you brushed it off. the two you walk up the stairs into the living room and kitchen. you saw both matt and nick try to cook dinner or something. “matt! your gonna burn it’!” nick exclaimed before turning to see you.

“what are you guys even making?” you snicker as you walked up to nick to give him a small hug. “burgers but matt almost started a fire trying to grill the meat.” he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “let me help” you say, walking to the stove and shooing matt away. “but at least i didn’t, i wont do it again!” he stated while crossing his arms. “matt relax, i got this” you say while flipping the patty. the boys talk for a while and from time to time offer to help but your stubbornness always said no.

chris left an argument that he was talking about with his brothers and waddled over to you and placed his hands on your shoulders. “you sure you don’t need any help?” he asked which you reply with a nod. once you finally finished making the food, you plated them nicely on the table. “bon appetite!” you laugh while sitting down next to chris.

the four of you eat while talking about a random topic or plans of what to do for the following week. “do you guys wanna watch something?” matt offered when he finished eating. “im down” you reply and the two others agree as well.

now, nick is currently putting the dishes in the sink as you, matt, and chris are all sitting down on the couch to debate what to watch. “nah i don’t wanna watch a horror movie.” chris whined when you suggested for them to see one. “ugh fine, maybe batman again?” matt quickly agrees, of course.

chris had been laying down on your chest for about an hour or so into the movie. your hands rested on the back of his head, your fingers scratching his scalp gently from time to time and he let out small hums whenever you did. after a few minutes you desperately needed to go use the bathroom. "chris" you whisper, loud enough for only him to hear. "hm?" he hummed while looking up at you. "gotta piss, get up" you state as he slowly got up from your chest.

after you did your necessities, you walked back to the living room and sat down next to chris. only this time he patted his chest, signaling you to lay down on it. of course, you don't mind since you and chris were always so touchy so you did. while watching the last 30 minutes or so of the movie, you heard his heartbeat start pounding against his chest rapidly. mentally, you started to count each one. and you did this till the movie ended.

"thanks for coming over!" nick said to you as the triplets started to walk you downstairs. "of course! i love hanging out with you guys." you reply, looking at each of the small smiles on their faces but except for chris. he looked rather stressed and confused. instead of saying anything about it, you simply just brushed it off. you said goodbye to the three boys then left.

it had been two days since you heard anything from chris. you asked nick and matt about him and they both said that he was okay and didn't know what was wrong with him. you began to get worried, scared if it was something you did or said. so, to clear your head you decided to invite nick to the mall since it was somewhere you guys both enjoyed going together. you got to the familiar entrance of the sturniolo home, quickly seeing an excited smile from nick as soon as you knocked on the door. "hey! you ready?" you ask while pulling him into a small hug.

"yeah! let me just go grab my things real quick." the brunette boy said as he let you inside. you didn't bother taking off your shoes since you two were about to leave. upon walking up the stairs you saw matt's face that was mixed with discomfort and trying not to laugh. "what?" you and nick ask him. "whatever you do, don't go downstairs." he mumbled while grabbing something from the fridge then walking back to his room. you give nick a look, he gives you one back that obviously meant to go see what matt was talking about.

hesitantly, you leave your bag on the couch and then walk downstairs to chris' room while nick grabs his things. upon being about three steps down, your ears immediately fill up with moans. both chris', and someone else's. another girl. your cheeks get red as your feet think before your mind and now you're in front of his door. with no hesitation, you grab the knob and swing open the door. as soon as you did so, chris looked back quickly. your eyes observed what was going on. you saw the mystery girl completely blissed out with her face dug inside a pillow and completely naked. you saw chris' hands wrapped around her hips firmly and how his front pieces of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. "what the fuck chris?"

you feel your cheeks burning up in frustration as you watch chris struggle to put his pants back on. "dude! get out!" he said while the blonde girl turned around and saw you at the doorway, quickly blushing out of embarrassment. "no, you get out!" you tell the girl in his bed loudly, her getting up as soon as you said anything towards her. you and chris make heavy eye contact as she got changed and got her things.

she closed the door upon leaving and you immediately start bashing chris. "chris what the fuck is wrong with you? you ignore me for two days and I find you fucking another chick?" you argue as he quickly tries to find something to say. "you can't just hook up with me casually then ignore me then hook up with someone else." your sigh is shakey, trying not to start crying in front of him. "I feel bad for her even because you're probably just gonna ignore her and then hook up with some-" you were finally cut off by chris.

"why are you arguing about this like we are more than friends y/n?" he argues back, taking a breath to continue. "you're saying this shit like we are together, we aren't anything but friends." the brunette boy said while crossing his arms. "friends that hook up almost every week?" you laugh sarcastically, you process what he said for another few seconds. "don't act like I don't know about how your heart was racing when i was layin' down on your chest the last time i came over." you note. "is we hooking up something casual for you or are you looking to spend your life with me?" your voice is unstable and shakey, biting back the tears coming up on your waterline.

"fine, i'll admit, y/n." he finally said, his voice evenly shakey as yours. "I realized that i'm in love with you that night. you know im scared of commitment. i ignored you 'nd hooked up with another girl to try to get over you." chris sighed and his eyes softening. "im scared of being in a relationship, you have seen what my fans say even if im standing next to a girl—" you cut him off by walking towards him and shutting him up with a soft kiss. you can tell he is surprised when he hesitated to place his hands on you. “im in love with you too chris, and i am scared too.” you say softly as you tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.

“but you know we can work it out together.” you sigh while your eyes look up into his. chris’ hands planted on your waist, rubbing small circles on them. “you think so?” he whispered. you nod in reply, pulling him into another kiss. “‘m sorry.” he whispered again, desperately kissing you like his life depended on it. you start to tug on the hem of his black tank top and backed up a little bit so he could notice that your trying to take it off. he pulled it over his head himself and quickly went back for a kiss. he turns you so your back is facing the bed and he guided you to it. you lay back on his bed and he quickly reaches to the waist band of your shorts. “can i take these off?” he asked with his tone laced with need. you nod eagerly, him taking not another second to pull them down. he then went to your shoes, untying both laces and placing them on the floor.

you watched in awe as he touched your body so gently. he cupped your cheek and kissed you softly, his tongue grazing against yours lightly. he backed up with a smile, and looked into your eyes for a few seconds. with one hand, he went down in between your thighs and hooked his fingers on your panties and pushed them to the side, with the other hand pulling down his shorts.

he held onto your hip while he slowly slid himself inside of you, both of you letting a little hiss. his thrusts are slow but firm and his grip on your hip was light. you whimpering softly and let your body relax as his hips moved in and out of you. chris grabbed your leg and hooked it around his torso, being able to plunge deeper inside of you. “fuck, such a good girl f’me.” he panted with a little smile on his face. you whine back in reply, completely blissed in ecstasy and pleasure. his hips rutted a bit faster inside your puffy cunt as it suctioned his cock. “fuck, feels so good.” you sigh while leaning your head back into the pillow. “yeah? m’cock feels good mama?” he groaned quietly, you nod weakly.

you let out a small moan when his tip grazed that sticky patch inside of you. you arch your back off the bed as the knot in your stomach began to tighten. “‘m so close-“ you gasp gently while the brunette boy started to drill deeper inside of you. “mhm, gonna cum for me baby?” he whispered gently as his thumb went down and rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves, this just sending you over the edge. “fuck! do-dont stop please please” you whine as your mouth fell agape. the knot in your stomach slowly started coming undone from his thrusts. “‘m cumming!” a small squeak left your lips. “shit, im right behind ya’” he whimpered as his hips remained the same pace. your stomach muscles clenched together as you came on his cock, then you felt him fill you up with his lukewarm cum. he fucked both of you through each other’s high before he stopped.

“you okay?” chris hummed while tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. you nod shyly while attempting to sit up. “i should go then, nick is probably waiting for me.” you chuckle a bit, whining quietly as chris pulled out of your pussy. “alright, i’ll still see you today then?” he asked as he helped you clean up and change. you hum in reply, standing up and wobbling a little bit. he put his boxers and shorts back on before turning back to you. “drive safe.” he smiled, pulling you in for a little kiss. “i know, see you later chris.” you smile back. you left his room with him behind you, your shoes in his hands.

upon going up the stairs you saw nick with his headphones on, thankfully. “ready to go?” he asked, his tone annoyed since you took so long. you nod with a laugh as you grab your bag and shoes from chris. “i’ll put them on in the car.” you say while you both start walking downstairs.

“what took you so long by the way?” the brunette boy asked when putting his headphones in his tote bag. “sorry, something happened with chris and i had to help” you lie terribly. nick could tell in your eyes that you were lying. “you fucked him didn’t you?” “nick!”

│⊹ haven's notes part two ⋆ ;; IM FINALLY DONE !!!!1

│⊹ taglist ⋆ ;; @deftonesmatt @mattsluttywaist @luverboychris @sturniol0s @mattscoquette @xoxo4chrisss @sweetstars-posts @bambi-slxt

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agua-cat · 2 months ago

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RELIC HOLDERS - APHMAU

Please note this is a rewritten version of Minecraft Diaries, what is here is not completely canon to the universe and I have taken various creative liberties to create what I think is a satisfactory story. Some of these choices for the relic holders are NOT forever, as some relics get passed onto other people. This list, however, is pretty definitive.

I asked my friends if I should write starting from Aphmau or Laurence. They all chose Aphmau and I probably have the least amount of lore for her so let's see what we can crack out.

Let us Begin

There are many words to describe the lady of Phoenix Drop, though I thing a perfect one is ''Enigma''. From the very beginning, Aphmau was never normal. She was self-aware of the world she resided in to a unique degree, she could make different choices and unravel a story with her at its core.

Who she was had never truly been queried. She knew her name was Aphmau and she knew she had a village to look after. Shortly after the confrontation in the Irene Dimension with Zane, Aphmau found herself back in her old house. Her sons grown and her flame of motivation threatening to flicker out.

It was lucky then that day, Hyria came to visit. Lucinda's mother had gotten worried since some news about Laurence had broken out, and for some reason her daughter always seemed enamoured with him. During her visit, however, guilt burdened her every time she set her eyes on Aphmau's house. She had to tell Aphmau.

So, Aphmau knows that she is Irene. To what extent she believes it, she's not sure. Goddesses are supposed to be all powerful, all knowing. Even when Hyria comforts her that she was supposed to forget- the answer seems too easy. Too convenient. Aphmau wants to strive for answers beyond the blanket layer of information she was given.

Beginning the start of Season 2 for our rewrite is when markings begin to decorate Aphmau's skin. Beautiful glowing marks that define her easily; this woman is not human. She is not even mortal. Despite this, her closest friends are not put off by her change of appearance and keep her close.

Garroth brings her with him when the threat of Zane becomes evermore present once more. Zane, who now has gotten Laurence on his side. Laurence; with Shad's relic.

Every time Aphmau thinks of Shad- or Laurence- her heart pulses. She swears she can feel an echoing voice in her head. Something which tries to guide her, something with a lot more bloodlust than she could ever dream to have. Something Divine.

Travis offers her to recreate the Divine Warriors- to right the wrongs the 6 legends had before them in communication and to make something bigger and better than the burden that had been set upon their shoulders. Since she agreed, her divinity stopped hiding itself so much.

Piercing white pupils glow within her Irises. Perhaps one day they will be a pure white like the Matrons.

Becoming Irene is something that scares Aphmau. She doesn't want to be someone she seemed so keen to run away from the past. Aphmau wants to try again- this time, correctly.

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HEYY SO. I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD. I'll probably post some more stuff about Aphmau as I go- I know right now as it goes this is all very ominous and a lot of information though!

I'm really sorry if the timeline doesn't 100% add up! A lot of my information is from nostalgia, memory and wiki's. I wish I had the time to rewatch MCD ;;

Consider this rewrite as of current from past the Irene Dimension fight. There will be information and rewrites from before that period that I'm working for but you know me! I like to start in the ocean and work my way back to the creek.

Thank you for reading. Your reblogs have made my day and give me so much more confidence in sharing something I've been passionate and yet nervous about. <3 Let me know if you need any clarification.

P.S. Whilst I am happy to take criticism or discuss this in further detail, that may be best for DMs! My DMs are ALWAYS open, and I promise I'm friendly :)

#aphmau #minecraft #minecraft diaries #rewrite #aphmau mcd #mcd aphmau #divine warriors #irene #divine warrior #relic holder #relic holders #aphblr #aphmau fanart #artists on tumblr

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redislazy · 3 months ago

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Deadly Attachments, Chapter 02

<< Chapter 01　|　Chapter 03 >>

[EVENTUAL SMUT] - Minors DNI > ao3 <

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x female!Reader

Summary: As a skilled mercenary, you've navigated countless high-stakes missions—until one job puts you in the crosshairs of Task Force 141 and the elusive "Ghost." Now forced into an uneasy alliance, you’re drawn into a dangerous game of shifting loyalties and hidden motives. But as the stakes climb higher, one question lingers: how close can you get to the man who was meant to be a shadow in your path?

Content Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Military Action & Romance, Mercenaries, Soldiers, Non-Canon Antagonists, Eventual Smut, Military Inaccuracies, Slow Burn, Will add smut-specific tags later as the story goes

Author's Note: i wrapped up proofreading the second chapter a bit earlier than expected! i may have missed a few things, but i feel good about posting it ahead of schedule. apologies if the action scenes feel a little fast-paced; this is my first time writing in this genre, and i tried not to go too deep so it wouldn’t come across as inaccurate given my limited background. i hope you enjoy it regardless!

The following morning, you’re in the indoor training area, the air thick with the scent of sweat and determination. The space is bustling, filled with the clatter of weights and the rhythmic beat of footfalls on the mats. You focus on lifting a barbell above your head, each rep a cathartic outlet for the frustration simmering from yesterday.

Just as you prepare for another lift, familiar footsteps approach. You glance up, expecting one of the soldiers, but instead, it’s Ghost, striding in with his usual intensity. He’s a sight to behold, still wearing his signature skull balaclava, and there’s something almost comical about his seriousness—especially with that bandage wrapped around his head.

“Are you lifting weights or trying to impress the floor?” he quips, crossing his arms as he leans against the wall, a shadowy figure against the bright overhead lights.

“Ha ha, very funny,” you reply, rolling your eyes as you set the barbell down with a clatter. “Just trying to build some muscle here. Not that you’d understand—you look like you came pre-packaged with intimidation.”

Ghost’s mouth quirks slightly, though his expression remains guarded. “You’ll need more than muscle to survive with us. Try not to get any bright ideas about taking on an entire squad next time.”

“Please, I’ve seen your squad in action. All I’d need is a handful of glitter to distract them long enough to slip out,” you retort, trying to mask the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

He raises an eyebrow, stepping closer, his demeanor cautious but curious. “Confident, aren’t you? But I’m not sure that’s a good thing. You’re still a merc, and I still don’t trust you.”

“Trust me, Ghost, the feeling’s mutual. You’re like a walking, talking enigma wrapped in a skull balaclava,” you reply, crossing your arms defiantly. “What’s next? Going to tell me about your deep, dark past?”

His eyes narrow slightly. “Careful. Push too hard, and you might find out more than you’re ready for.”

“Is that a threat or an invitation?” you ask, leaning back against the weights with a mock-serious expression. “I’m not exactly looking for a buddy-cop dynamic here.”

Ghost’s expression hardens, though you catch a flicker of something almost amused in his eyes. “Just remember, if you get caught again, I won’t always be around to bail you out. This isn’t a playground.”

“Relax. Doubt anything will be as rough as the day you caught me,” you reply, keeping your tone light to mask the grudge that lingers. “But I’d suggest you keep an eye out for the unexpected. You never know when you might need a backup plan—especially with me around.”

A charged silence falls between you, the playful banter shifting to an unspoken acknowledgment of your uneasy partnership. You know he doesn’t trust you, and you’re acutely aware that, to him, you’re still just a mercenary��not truly welcome here.

Refocusing on the weights, you ready yourself for another set. After all, in this line of work, you can’t afford to be anything less than prepared—especially with Ghost lurking in the shadows.

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The day drags on at the base, tension hanging in the air as everyone waits for an update on the status of the Kozlov mission. You’ve spent hours in the training area, doing your best to keep your mind occupied. Just as you’re about to head out for a run, a sharp voice cuts through the noise.

“Oi! You got a minute?” Ghost strides in with purpose, a folder tucked under his arm.

You set the weights down, wiping your brow. “Depends on what you want. I was about to go for a run.”

He rolls his eyes. “Not that I care about your workout routine, but we’ve got new intel on Kozlov. Grab your gear. We’re heading out.”

“Finally,” you say, your interest piqued as you follow him to a quieter corner of the training area. “What do we know?”

Ghost opens the folder, scanning the documents before nodding. “Kozlov’s been spotted in a small coastal town in Dagestan. Word is he’s trying to regroup, laying low with some of his men. But this isn’t a straightforward op; we can’t just kick down doors.”

You arch an eyebrow, curiosity getting the better of you. “So what’s the plan? We’re going in as... tourists?”

“Exactly,” he replies, his eyes narrowing slightly. “We’ll pose as tourists exploring the area. I’ll be your travel companion. We need to blend in, gather intel, and see if we can locate Kozlov without raising any alarms.”

You can’t help but chuckle lightly. “So you want me to play tourist with you? This should be interesting.”

Ghost’s expression remains stoic, though a flicker of amusement dances in his eyes. “Keep it professional. We need to make this convincing. The locals will be watching us closely, and we can’t afford any slip-ups.”

“Got it. Just lots of ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ over the scenery, right?” you respond, trying to keep the mood light.

He narrows his eyes, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “More like ‘don’t get us killed.’ Stick to the plan and don’t go off-script.”

You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. “And if we find Kozlov?”

“Then we’ll decide how best to proceed. But for now, let’s focus on getting into that town undetected.” He straightens, the weight of the mission settling back onto his shoulders. “We leave at dusk. Be ready.”

As he walks away, you feel a strange mix of anticipation and nerves. This mission could go sideways in a heartbeat, but the thought of working so closely with Ghost—playing a role so far removed from your usual life as a mercenary—has you buzzing with adrenaline.

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When dusk settles, you and Ghost make your way into the town, now dressed as two tourists in simple, unassuming clothes with lightweight packs slung over your shoulders. Despite the layers of this assignment, Ghost’s usual stoic demeanor remains intact, his balaclava replaced with a plain black face mask and dark sunglasses.

The town buzzes with life, locals and a few genuine tourists milling about; it’s the perfect cover, giving you both the freedom to explore while blending in. You maintain a casual pace, admiring the coastal views and winding streets, but an unsettling tension brews just below the surface—both from the shadow of Kozlov looming nearby and the prickling awareness of Ghost at your side.

At one point, Ghost mutters under his breath, “Could you look a bit more... like you’re enjoying this? You’re meant to be a tourist, not casing the place.”

You roll your eyes and flash a wide, exaggerated smile at him. “How’s this?”

“Less like you’re in a toothpaste ad, more like you’re on holiday,” he retorts, casting you a sidelong glance.

Not five minutes later, as you navigate a bustling marketplace, a local vendor enthusiastically approaches Ghost, rattling off in rapid Russian while gesturing toward a display of colorful woven hats.

“Oh, they all look like they’d suit you,” you say, barely holding back laughter as the vendor eagerly thrusts a gaudy hat into Ghost’s hands.

Ghost shoots you a scathing look, but before he can decline, the vendor secures the hat onto his head, admiring him as if he’s royalty.

You struggle to keep a straight face as he grumbles something unintelligible, adjusting the hat with clear distaste.

“Blending in,” you whisper, shooting him a smirk. “Remember?”

His deadpan stare nearly makes you choke back a laugh. “Watch it, or you’ll be next.”

You’re still chuckling when Ghost pulls you down a quieter alley. The joking fades as his expression shifts, all humor evaporating as he nods ahead. “See them? Kozlov’s men, about fifty meters out, by the café.”

Sure enough, two men linger by the café’s outdoor tables, scanning the street with keen, watchful eyes. One of them taps his ear as if receiving orders. Ghost’s gaze sharpens as he mutters, “They’re guarding something—or someone.”

The two of you fall into an unspoken rhythm, slipping into the nearest shop to maintain cover while Ghost keeps an eye on the café from the window. After a tense wait, a third figure emerges: Kozlov himself, surrounded by several bodyguards as he exits the café and heads toward an alley across the street. Ghost’s hand tenses on your arm, signaling you to follow.

Quietly, you navigate the side streets, trailing Kozlov from a safe distance, your pulse racing as you draw closer. This part of the town is quieter, the lively market sounds fading into silence as Kozlov and his guards disappear around a corner. Ghost raises a hand to signal a stop and leans in, his voice barely a whisper.

“This is our chance. We tail him down there, but quietly. You break formation, we’re done. Got it?”

You nod, barely breathing as you follow him, every step slow and careful. Turning the corner, you find yourselves in a narrow alleyway, shadows stretching long against the brick walls. Kozlov’s men have stopped, scanning the area while Kozlov speaks in low, gruff Russian.

Ghost’s gaze narrows. “On my mark,” he murmurs, fingers hovering close to the concealed weapon at his side. Just like that, you’re back on the mission, every sense heightened as the real work begins.

As the shadows deepen, you and Ghost press forward through the narrow alleyways, each corner and doorway a potential hiding place for Kozlov and his guards. Ghost’s voice is clipped, his movements taut and deliberate, exuding the readiness of years spent in the field.

“Stay close,” he mutters, casting you a sidelong glare as you glance around. “And stop wandering off like you’re on holiday.”

Rolling your eyes, you shoot him a mock salute and fall back in line behind him. The bustling marketplace fades as you move toward a quieter street near the café where you last spotted Kozlov. The plan is simple: tail him, track his location, and avoid drawing any unnecessary attention.

Ghost halts, signaling you to stop as he points down the narrow street ahead. Kozlov is in sight, moving quickly, two guards shadowing him as he heads down a side street. You and Ghost slip into a nearby shop, using the cover to watch Kozlov’s path through the doorway as he leads his men toward a small, unmarked building. Ghost leans close, his voice tense.

“There’s an entrance at the back. We’ll cut through there and get eyes on what he’s up to.”

Without waiting for your response, he moves out, and you follow, feeling your heartbeat quicken as you round the narrow alley. Just as you’re about to step inside, you hear footsteps nearby—Ghost presses you back against the wall, his hand firm on your shoulder.

“Keep your head down and follow my lead,” he says, his gaze intense. “One wrong move, and we’re blown.”

You nod, and he releases you, moving quietly into the building with you close behind. The hall is dimly lit, but you can make out voices further down—a blend of Russian and English as Kozlov gives orders to his men.

Together, you and Ghost advance in silence, inching closer to the room where Kozlov and his guards are gathered. Ghost raises his hand to signal you to hold as he peers around the corner, assessing the scene. His voice drops to a murmur, “Five guards. Keep to the shadows and don’t get spotted.”

You move to one side of the room, taking cover behind a stack of crates just as Kozlov’s voice cuts through the murmurs of his men. “The shipment moves tomorrow night. No mistakes.”

Ghost signals again, and with a silent nod, the two of you advance from opposite sides of the room, adrenaline rushing. Just as you’re within range, Kozlov’s eyes flick to a shadow cast by Ghost’s figure on the wall. His expression hardens.

“Get them!” he shouts, and chaos erupts.

You spring forward, catching one of Kozlov’s guards off guard while Ghost takes down another with swift, brutal efficiency. Shots ricochet off metal pipes and crates as you press forward, eyes locked on Kozlov as he bolts toward an exit.

“Stay on him!” Ghost shouts, dispatching another guard as you charge after Kozlov, your footsteps echoing as you close in. He’s fast, but you’re gaining, the distance between you shrinking with every stride.

Just as he reaches the door, you catch his arm, yanking him back. He stumbles, and Ghost appears at your side, his gaze cold and unforgiving as he levels his weapon at Kozlov.

“End of the line,” Ghost growls, his tone as hard as steel.

Kozlov glances between the two of you, his expression defiant despite the situation. For a brief moment, you think he might try to run, but with a resigned glare, he raises his hands. Ghost secures him without hesitation, his demeanor as cold and unyielding as ever.

As you regroup in the empty hallway, Ghost spares you a sharp look, his voice flat. “You almost blew that.”

You shrug, catching your breath. “Almost doesn’t count.”

Ghost gives a slight shake of his head, his gaze piercing. “Well, it’s done. We finally got him.”

You nod, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins as you share a glance of grim satisfaction. The mission is over, but you feel the weight of Ghost’s words—and the finality that lingers between them.

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Back at the base, the briefing room is thick with charged silence. Ghost stands by the door, arms crossed and gaze steely, watching as Captain Price outlines the mission’s outcome at the front of the room. You sit nearby, fingers tapping absently on the table.

“Kozlov has been processed for interrogation,” Price begins, his tone steady and authoritative. “Thanks to the intel you recovered, we now have a clear view of his network and the reach of his operations. His plan was to smuggle high-profile assets and weaponry across borders, destabilizing strategic sites in Europe. Allied intelligence agencies are moving to neutralize his contacts, effectively dismantling his resources.”

He flips through a few documents, pausing to make eye contact. “Kozlov himself won’t see a public trial. Due to the classified nature of his dealings, his future will be determined by allied command in a closed setting. For now, this operation is considered a success.”

The others nod quietly, exchanging looks of satisfaction. You glance at Ghost, but his face remains stoic, unreadable as ever, focused on Price's words.

When the room empties, you feel Ghost’s eyes on you. Without a word, he motions for you to follow him. He leads you down an empty hallway until you’re out of earshot of the others. Leaning against the wall, he regards you with a hardened look.

“Well, that’s that,” he says, his voice low but clear. “Kozlov’s done, his network’s down. You’re free to leave.”

It’s not unexpected, yet hearing it aloud feels strangely final. A beat of silence lingers between you, both aware this is likely the last time you’ll work together. You manage a wry smile.

“Guess that’s my cue, then,” you say. “Not that I expected to stay, but it was… well, eventful.”

Ghost’s gaze sharpens as he replies, “Don’t let yourself get tangled up with us again. If you cross paths with the SAS after this, there won’t be any negotiations.”

You cross your arms, meeting his stare with a slight edge of defiance. “Noted. But just so we’re clear, I wasn’t exactly thrilled to be here in the first place.” You let out a breath, your tone softening. “Though I’ll admit, working with you wasn’t as bad as I thought.”

He regards you in silence for a moment, a glimmer of something almost like amusement flickering in his eyes. For just a second, his hard expression eases, and something resembling respect passes between you both.

With a final nod, he straightens, his eyes lingering on you for a heartbeat longer before he turns and walks away. The partnership is over, but as you watch his silhouette disappear down the hall, you feel an unexpected sense of closure.

After a moment, you turn and head in the opposite direction, finally leaving the past events—and the shadow of the mission—behind.

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It’s been just over a year since you last crossed paths with Ghost, and the weight of your situation presses heavily on you. In the past, you operated with a certain level of confidence, but after your entanglement with the SAS and the fallout with Aegis, life has spiraled in unexpected ways.

Now, you find yourself in Istanbul, a city that feels both foreign and strangely familiar. You chose this place not just for its bustling streets and rich history but also for the promise of anonymity it offers. After a year of living on the run from Aegis, the private military company you once devoted yourself to, you came here hoping to evade their relentless pursuit. They’re hunting you for your perceived failure in the mission with Kozlov, and each day has become a careful dance of survival, forcing you into the shadows.

But that isn’t the only reason you’re in Istanbul. In the weeks leading up to your arrival, you received whispers of potential jobs—high-stakes contracts from private clients seeking someone with your skills. It’s a precarious choice, knowing that accepting such jobs could easily draw Aegis’s attention. Yet the lure of a better payday is hard to resist, especially when the alternative is scraping by on menial tasks that barely keep you afloat.

Here, in the heart of a vibrant city filled with life, you hoped to carve out a semblance of normalcy and reclaim a piece of yourself lost amid the chaos of your past.

As you navigate the winding streets and lively bazaars, your dual motivations of evading your pursuers and seeking new opportunities shape every decision you make. The thrill of the chase mixes with the constant fear of being discovered. Istanbul is a city of secrets, much like your own life, and you hope it will provide the cover you need.

Freelance jobs have become scarce; clients are wary of anyone associated with the SAS or Aegis, and even the most desperate will think twice before hiring a merc with your past. Your bank account dwindles as you take on smaller, riskier jobs that barely pay enough to keep you afloat. You’ve been reduced to accepting tasks that range from low-level security to errand running for local criminals—jobs that would have been beneath you a year ago. The pride that once surged through you has been replaced with a gnawing sense of inadequacy.

You sit in a small, dimly lit café overlooking the Bosporus, stirring a cold cup of tea. Your thoughts drift back to your time with Aegis—the camaraderie, the adrenaline of operations, and the sense of purpose that came with being part of a team. Now, that camaraderie feels like a distant memory, overshadowed by the knowledge that you are a target.

The café buzzes with laughter and conversation, but you find it hard to focus on anything but the weight of your circumstances. You pull out your phone, scrolling through unanswered messages. Old contacts have vanished, and the few that remain are either too afraid to reach out or have severed ties altogether. You realize you have no one to turn to, no allies left in your corner.

As you sip the cold tea, you notice a couple of men loitering nearby, their eyes darting around the café as if searching for someone. A chill runs down your spine. Are they here for you? Panic wells up, but you take a deep breath, forcing yourself to remain calm. You can’t afford to draw attention.

The life you once knew feels like a distant memory. As the sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and purple, you wonder if you’ll ever reclaim that life. The prospect of rejoining a legitimate PMC is no longer an option; Aegis’s reach is too long, and their vengeance is unforgiving. All you can do is survive, one day at a time, in a city that holds both beauty and peril in equal measure.

Night falls, and the bustling markets give way to quieter alleyways where shadows lengthen and the air thickens with intrigue. You finish your tea and rise from the café, the warmth of the sun replaced by a cool breeze that sends a shiver down your spine. Without a particular destination in mind, the urge to move—to keep your blood pumping—pulls you along the cobblestone paths.

As you navigate the labyrinthine streets, the cacophony of voices and laughter fades into the background. Your thoughts drift back to the past year—each failed opportunity gnawing at your resolve, each close call with Aegis sharpening your instincts. You’ve become adept at blending in, a chameleon in a city that feels both alive and perilous.

You pause near a bridge, the shimmering waters below reflecting the city lights like stars trapped in liquid. A sense of longing washes over you, and for a moment, you allow yourself to reminisce about the life you once had: the taste of freedom, the thrill of the chase, the exhilarating rush of being part of something larger than yourself—it all feels like a cruel joke now.

Your thoughts are abruptly interrupted when a familiar figure appears at the edge of your vision. It’s fleeting, just a blur in the corner of your eye, but it sends your heart racing. You turn sharply, scanning the crowd, and the momentary thrill dissipates when you recognize the unmistakable silhouette of a man in tactical gear across the square.

It’s him.

Your breath catches in your throat as memories flood back uninvited. The last time you saw him, he had been the embodiment of authority—cold, uncompromising, and unyielding in his demands. The warning he gave you to stay away from the SAS rings in your ears like a tolling bell. But here he is, seemingly on a mission, and for a brief moment, the world narrows down to just the two of you, the crowded street fading into an indistinct blur.

He strides forward with purpose, his eyes scanning the area with the precision of a predator. There’s no mistaking the intensity in his posture, the way he moves as if he owns the shadows around him. You’ve never liked Ghost, and the feeling was mutual; the weight of that truth settles heavily in the pit of your stomach as you catch his gaze.

He stops abruptly, his eyes locking onto yours, and in that moment, time seems to freeze. His expression hardens, a flash of recognition followed by unmistakable irritation. You’re a breath away from each other, separated only by the thrumming pulse of the city, yet the distance feels insurmountable.

“What are you doing here?” he growls, his voice low and threatening, slicing through the ambient noise. The reprimand is immediate, laden with disbelief and annoyance. Ghost's anger hangs heavy in the air between you, an electric charge that makes you instinctively step back.

“Nice to see you too,” you reply, your tone dry, though you feel a spark of defiance igniting within you. His presence, however unwelcome, stirs a complex array of emotions—resentment, annoyance, and an undeniable edge of nostalgia. You stand your ground, refusing to show fear.

“You were told never to cross paths with the SAS again. What part of that didn’t you understand?” he snaps, the edge in his voice sharpening.

“I’m not here for you or the SAS,” you counter, crossing your arms defensively. “I’m trying to survive, just like everyone else.”

“By taking jobs in a city crawling with people who would sell you out in a heartbeat?” His gaze pierces through you, as if he can see the mask you wear. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

The truth in his words stings, but you refuse to back down. “You don’t know anything about my life now, Ghost. Things change.”

“Not for the better, it seems,” he retorts, his voice dripping with disdain. “Nothing good happens when you’re involved. You’re a liability.”

The anger bubbling beneath the surface is palpable, yet amid the tension, you feel a strange comfort in this confrontation. Here is the Ghost you remember—unyielding and resolute, a soldier through and through.

As the world around you continues to blur, you take a breath, your heart pounding in your chest. The instinct to flee flares within you, but you’re neither; you’re rooted in place, a combatant in a game neither of you wanted to play.

Before you can respond, he turns abruptly, casting one last look over his shoulder, eyes narrowing. “Stay out of sight, and for God’s sake, don’t let anyone find out you’re here,” he orders, his tone final.

And then he’s gone, swallowed by the shadows of the alleyways, leaving you standing on the brink of confusion and fear. The air is thick with unspoken words and the weight of a promise long broken. You watch him disappear into the night, your mind racing with uncertainty.

What now? The answer hangs unanswered, suspended like the shimmering reflections on the Bosporus, leaving you alone once more in a city that feels increasingly hostile.

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Hours pass, and Istanbul’s nightlife fades into a quieter, restless slumber. You navigate the winding alleys back to the dingy room you've rented for the week. With its peeling walls and narrow window overlooking a back street, it’s the kind of place that attracts no attention—a safe haven, in theory.

The mattress creaks as you sit on its edge, slipping your boots off and leaning back against the wall, exhaustion gnawing at your bones. Yet sleep doesn’t come easy. Every unfamiliar sound outside has you tensing, as if Aegis themselves might kick the door down at any moment. The tension from your run-in with Ghost also lingers, simmering like a slow-burning fuse.

You close your eyes, drifting somewhere between vigilance and uneasy sleep, the memories of Ghost’s cold dismissal playing through your mind on repeat. His words had cut through you as sharply as his warning, reminding you exactly how unforgiving he could be.

Sometime in the early hours of the morning, you wake up with a start. A shadow blocks the pale light seeping through the narrow window. Instinctively, you reach for your weapon, your heart hammering against your ribs. But before you can fully focus, a familiar figure shifts outside the glass.

Ghost.

Your pulse quickens, a mix of irritation and wary relief grounding you as you slide the window open, the cool night air slipping inside.

“What do you want?” you whisper, trying to keep the edge of disbelief out of your voice.

He holds your gaze, his face unreadable. “I needed to talk to you. Couldn’t do it earlier.”

It’s not exactly an explanation, but you let it go. You’ve never known Ghost to make social calls, and the late hour only makes his presence more suspicious.

“And that couldn’t wait until dawn?”

“No.” He pauses, scanning the room as if assessing whether to stay. Finally, he ducks through the open window, settling against the wall near the door. “There’s information I’ve come across—some of it involves Aegis.”

His words send a shiver down your spine. Aegis.

“Go on,” you say cautiously, folding your arms as you try to gauge his intentions.

“They’re expanding their operations in Istanbul,” he says, voice low and steady. “Supposedly broadening their reach through unofficial channels, but I’ve reason to believe they’ve been in contact with others on SAS’s radar.”

You feel the implications immediately, the creeping sensation of being ensnared in something far larger than you ever thought. If Aegis was aligning with arms dealers or other organizations, it meant trouble for anyone in the city—especially for you.

Aegis may have been ruthless, but for a long time, they were all you had. When you joined them ten years ago, you had nowhere else to go—no other doors left open. It didn’t matter to you then that Aegis was feared, or that the jobs often veered into dark territory. They took one look at you and saw something others didn’t: your potential. They honed your skills, taught you things you’d never have learned on your own, and, in their way, recognized your talent. For once, you weren’t just surviving; you were valued, even in the chaos.

For years, you worked alone, taking jobs that kept you moving, untethered to anyone or anything. You’d convinced yourself it was easier that way—no one to rely on, no one to disappoint, no one to lose. But with Aegis, something shifted. It wasn’t the missions or the work itself; it was the feeling of being part of something, even if only on the edges. You didn’t have a team, not really, but there were moments—brief, fleeting—when it felt like you belonged.

It wasn’t camaraderie, not in the traditional sense, but a kind of unspoken understanding. Aegis offered structure, purpose, and, for the first time in your life, a sense that someone might notice if you didn’t come back from a job. It wasn’t family, and it wasn’t friendship, but it was something. And for a while, that was enough. It felt real enough to hold onto, a thread of connection in an otherwise solitary existence.

Now, though, all of it feels like an illusion. The jobs, the nods of recognition in passing, the unspoken trust in dangerous situations—it’s all hollow when you look back. Aegis had been your anchor, but when things went wrong, they cut you loose without hesitation, turned on you as if the years you gave them meant nothing. The belonging you thought you’d found was just smoke, vanishing the moment you needed it most.

The betrayal stings in a way you hadn’t expected. You’d known loyalty was just another currency in Aegis, but it didn’t stop you from giving it. You’d let yourself believe that, in some twisted way, you mattered. You’d invested a decade of your life into a place that, deep down, you thought saw you as more than a weapon for hire. But it seems you were wrong.

A twinge of regret gnaws at you, even as you push it down, swallowing hard against the bitterness that rises with it. There’s regret for staying as long as you did, for letting yourself believe in the idea of loyalty among people whose loyalty had always come with a price tag. And the worst part is that you can’t decide if you’re angrier at Aegis for the betrayal—or at yourself for trusting them in the first place.

You take a deep breath, pushing your thoughts aside briefly. “I don’t see how that involves me,” you reply, but even as you say it, you’re not sure if you believe it. “I’m not a part of this.”

His gaze sharpens, the intensity behind his mask making his frustration palpable. “You’re here. They’re already looking for you; you think this will end without them hunting you down?”

You grit your teeth, refusing to show any weakness. “Why should you care, Ghost? You wanted me out of sight, remember?”

He watches you in silence, weighing his response. “I don’t. But if Aegis gets a foothold here, it’ll only make things worse for all of us,” he mutters, voice hard.

The weight of his words sits heavy between you, thickening the air with an unspoken tension. You clench your jaw, digesting what he’s saying, but something about it doesn’t quite add up.

“So Aegis is SAS’s target now?” you ask, disbelief laced in your tone. “Since when did they move up the list to be considered a threat on par with terrorists? Last I checked, they’re just a PMC, not some extremist group. Morally bankrupt? Sure. But that’s nothing new.”

Ghost’s eyes narrow, assessing you carefully. You can see he’s weighing what to reveal, how much he’s willing to tell you. Finally, he exhales, his gaze hardening. “This isn’t about Aegis being a PMC anymore. They’ve been expanding, taking on clients and contracts that are skirting dangerously close to lines most PMCs avoid. They’ve overstepped, gotten involved in black-market weapons trafficking, intelligence operations—things that put entire populations at risk. And if they gain a foothold here, it’s a stepping stone for something bigger. SAS can’t ignore that, no matter what banner they hide under.”

The words hit you harder than you want to admit. Weapons trafficking? Intelligence operations? Those weren’t the kinds of contracts you’d been part of in your time with Aegis, at least not directly. Your assignments had always been targeted, strategic. You knew there was a darker side to Aegis, but to think they’d escalated to a point where even Ghost and the SAS would prioritize them as a threat…

You swallow, steadying yourself, trying not to let him see the storm of emotions crashing beneath the surface. “So they’re using the skills they once called ‘necessary’ and ‘valuable’ against them now. Typical,” you mutter, bitterness seeping into your words. “Aegis used to tell me they were just staying ahead of the game, but I guess the game’s changed. Or maybe I was too blind to see it then.”

Ghost’s expression doesn’t shift; his gaze remains impassive, but there’s a flicker of something there, a recognition of how close you once were to them. “That’s the nature of the business,” he says, his voice low. “People think they’re untouchable…until they’re not.”

He continues, his voice even lower than it already is. “I don’t trust you, but I can’t ignore the fact that you have information I don’t. If we’re both after the same end, then maybe, just maybe, you’d do something useful.”

The offer—or demand—hangs in the air, wrapped in cold resolve. It’s far from friendly, and the tone in his voice tells you this isn’t a proposition up for debate. You glance at him, feeling the weight of the moment settle between you both.

“And what exactly are you asking me to do?” you almost want to scoff, but the gravity in his voice keeps you serious.

He tilts his head slightly, considering. “Stay close. Feed me what you know. You keep out of trouble, and maybe you’ll live to see another month.”

The message is clear: comply, and there may be a way out of this mess. Resist, and you’d be a thorn in his mission—a liability he wouldn’t tolerate.

A heavy silence fills the room after Ghost’s last words, pressing down on you like a weight you can’t shake off.

You stare at him, the mask, the cold eyes, and you realize—yet again—you’re just another pawn in someone else’s mission. Your life, a series of moves on a board controlled by people with power, people who decide whether you’re useful enough to keep around or if you’re better off discarded.

The thought cuts deep, reigniting the anger that had been quietly smoldering beneath your skin. Ghost may think he’s giving you an option, but it feels hollow. When you first joined Aegis, you were under the illusion that your choices mattered, that you were part of a team, even part of something significant. But as the years passed, you saw the truth—Aegis wasn’t any different. They used you for their ends, and the second you failed, the second you became inconvenient, they turned on you like you were nothing.

You feel that familiar burn of resentment starting to swell, but beneath it lies something colder, an exhaustion that you can’t quite shake. It’s been months of this—running, hiding, clawing for survival, all to escape a fate someone else deemed fit for you. You’ve lost the sense of autonomy you once cherished; every move you make feels dictated by someone else’s agenda. And now here’s Ghost, offering yet another deal cloaked in threat, making it clear that, to him, you’re nothing more than a reluctant resource to be squeezed dry.

A bitter smile twists your lips as you meet his gaze, trying to mask the vulnerability you feel. “Of course,” you murmur, the words almost choking you. “Another mission, another deal. That’s all I am, isn’t it?”

He shifts slightly, his posture stiffening, but he says nothing, which only fuels your anger further.

“You don’t get it, do you?” your voice is low, but it trembles with barely controlled frustration. “I didn’t end up here for the thrill of it. I don’t run through back alleys and change my name every other day because I enjoy it. I’m here because people like you—people like Aegis—don’t know how to see beyond your own damn goals.” Your fingers tighten into fists, and you take a shaky breath, forcing yourself to keep steady.

For a brief second, you think you see something shift in his eyes, a flicker of understanding, maybe even regret. But it’s gone as quickly as it appears, replaced by his impenetrable mask.

“You have a choice right now,” he says quietly. “It’s more than some get.”

The words settle heavily between you, a reminder of the harsh reality that even this supposed choice is a luxury, one forced on you by circumstance, not desire. You shake your head, the fatigue seeping deeper into your bones, your voice softening.

“You say it like it’s simple,” you whisper. “But I know what it’s like to be used, to be thrown away when it’s convenient. And right now, all I see is another cage waiting to close around me.”

He doesn’t respond right away, the silence stretching on until it feels almost unbearable. But finally, he speaks, his voice low and devoid of its usual harshness.

“Then don’t let it be a cage.” His tone isn’t sympathetic, but it lacks the usual edge, almost like an acknowledgment. “If you don’t want to be a pawn, make your own play.”

He leaves the words hanging, a challenge wrapped in the cold, distant way he’s mastered. And just as quickly as he’d appeared, he slipped out the window and into the shadows, leaving you alone to grapple with the choice he’s forced into your hands.

You watch him disappear into the early morning haze, and something inside you hardens. Maybe it’s the challenge in his words, maybe it’s the weight of months of running and hiding, or maybe it’s the realization that no one else is going to offer you freedom. Either way, as the first hints of dawn begin to color the sky, you make a decision.

Whatever happens next, it will be on your terms.

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Rachel

Nickname ( honey

Toshinori Yagi( my hero academia

She

My chacter is a pro hero her hero name is siren her quirks are she has the ability to control men women and creatures and make them do whatever she wants and she can control water she teaches at the ua and her and Toshinori Yagi like eacthother she younger then him she around Aizawa age she bff with him and mic anyway her and toshinori dance around eacthother alot and act like a married couple but they don't start dateimg till after the league of villans attack usj center and Toshinori finally confess to her and they start rk date he treats her like a queen when he retires she stays being a hero until after the war with the league of villians when Toshinori ask her to marry him and she says yes and she tells him she also pregnant *

Here you go! I hope you like it!! 😁

Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ #2

Give You So Much More - All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem! Reader

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Warnings: none except slight spoilers if you haven't seen MHA. (If there is any, please let me know so I can add.)

+Yagi and Siren have played the cat and mouse game ever since they met. Yagi never made a move because he thought he was too much her senior. They flirt on the constant nothing ever comes until after the USJ incident. The scare motivates him to confess.

"Who do you think for class roasters?" I asked effectively starting the meeting. Deliberations started up. We were in the days between the Entrance Exam and announcing to the students about admission.

"I want Bakugou and Iida in 1-A, no question." Aizawa said. No one argued with him. We all made notes.

"What about Monoma Neito and Midoriya Izuku?" I asked. I saw Yagi perk up and looked at him. He hadn't shown that much interest in the whole time we've been sorting. I lightly kicked him for his attention. He looked at me and I raised my eyebrow in question. He gave me a smile and waved me off.

"I'll take Monoma. He's got a great quirk but needs some humbling." Vlad said. "I think Midoriya should be in 1-A."

"No." Aizawa denied immediately. Everyone made a complaint. I saw Yagi deflate a little.

"Aizawa, he had the highest rescue score. In all my years working here and when I went here, I don't ever remember someone getting a perfect in rescue." I defended the young man. I shared a look with Yagi. "Sure he didn't do well in combat but that can be taught. That can be learned. His fervor to rescue can't be. He has amazing potential."

"Siren..."

"No Aizawa. You need to give that kid a chance. He's got something special." I gave him a firm look. He sighed heavily.

"Fine. Midoriya is in class 1-A."

"Yes!" Mic cheered. There were others who gave sounds of excitement. I looked at Yagi and he looked relieved.

"Okay. Let's take a break." Nezu said. After a few minutes, I found Yagi outside. I walked up to him.

"Now tell me why I vouched for Midoriya so hard." I bumped my hip against his. He chuckled and looked at me.

"What do you mean?" He asked coyly.

"I mean, when he was mentioned you perked up and when Airawa said no, you deflated." I said. I poked his chest. He just smiled but he didn't answer. "Come on. Don't make me sing to make you tell me."

"Fine, fine." He glared playfully. "I just see something in young Midoriya. It kind of reminds me of a younger me."

"Uh huh..." I narrowed my eyes on him. He wasn't telling me everything. "Fine, don't tell me everything but I didn't lie when I vouched for him. I believe in him."

"Thank you." I nodded and turned to go back inside.

"You can thank me by buying me lunch."

"You got it!" He called after me.

*Time Skip*

After a long first day, I was alone in the teachers lounge. I was lazily stirring my tea free handed with my quirk. I was writing notes on the students' beginning progress. It wasn't the best for any of them but what do expect for a Criminal tactics and psychology class. I looked over my shoulder when the door opened.

"Hey there handsome." I said when I saw All Might. He smiled at me before in a poof, he was just Yagi again. "How was your first day?"

"It was decent." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Want some tea?" I ask. He nods. I got up and walked over to the cabinet to grab his favorite tea. "I can make it. You don't have to."

"It's fine." I said waving my hand at him. I waved my hand and water came from the facet into the kettle. I turned on the heat to start it. I went back to the table and grabbed my cup.

"How was your first day? How did they do in class?" He asked, stepping up closer as I leant against the side of the table. I took a drink of my tea.

"Only a handful of all of them had any idea of what my class was about." We chucked.

"Who were those few?"

"Todoroki, Iida. No surprise there." I laughed. "Monoma, Kuroiro... Oh, and surprisingly Kaminari." I said, glancing at my notes.

"Well at least you're not starting from scratch with everyone."

"You said it." I said. The kettle started to whistle. I set my cup down and walked over. I turned off the heat before realizing I didn't get a cup out. I sigh and open the cabinet. All the rest of the cups were on higher shelves. I stood on my tip toes to try and reach one. Before I could resort to climbing on the counter, a hand reached past mine and grabbed a cup.

"I got it." Yagi said softly behind me. I looked at him over my shoulder where he stood right behind me.

"Okay." I reached for his tea and handed it to him. He put it in the cup and I poured some hot water in his cup.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." We stared at each other for a moment. I bit my lip as my heart started to beat faster.

"You know, Rachel. I..."

"Siren!" Mic's voice echoed into the room and I sighed. Yagi coughed a little and stepped back. Mic and Aizawa walked into the teachers lounge. "Oh, hey All Might."

"Hi Mic." Yagi greeted before turning to fix up his tea. "Thanks for the Tea Rachel."

"No problem." I nodded and walked back over to the table. Yagi bid all of us goodbye before leaving the room. It was silent for a Minute.

"Sooo..."

"Don't even." I interrupted Mic. Aizawa laughed as Mic complained.

*Day of USJ incident*

The rest of the staff and I rushed towards the USJ. Upon hearing the story from Iida, we all jumped into action. After arriving, the main villains unfortunately got away. I had sung the remaining villains into custody and the police vans. I glanced over at the ambulance where All Might and Midoriya were at. I wanted to go check on him so bad but had a job to do.

"Go on." I turned to see Mic. "Go on and check on him. I know you need to."

"Fine. But only if you go with Aizawa." I say. He hesitated.

"Go you two. We got this." Midnight pushed us both in our respective direction. We didn't argue and ran off. Both Yagi and Midoriya were half conscious when I joined them in the ambulance. I accompanied them back to UA and I waited in the corner of the room until they were deemed stable and okay.

"You both are insane." I sat on a chair between them and propped my feet on the edge of Yagi's bed. "Being reckless with your quirk is almost identical in both of you."

"I, I, I. Um..." Midoriya started to stutter.

"Relax, Midoriya. I know about the quirk transfer."

"You do?!' Yagi asked surprised.

"Yes."

"How?!" Midoriya squeaked.

"I figured it out." I said. "I did a little research after the selection meeting. I wanted to know what was so special about you. To my surprise, you were quirkless until right after the Entrance exam. Then I studied your quirk from the footage and since then and noticed the similarities to a certain someone. Not to mention Aizawa being suspicious about you two and coming to me for my opinion."

"Oh..." I looked at Yagi.

"Also, All might here wasn't very sly about his concern and interest for you." I smirked at Yagi. He chuckled and nodded. "Don't worry your secret is safe with me."

"Thank you." They both said.

After a while, Midoriya was allowed to go home and it was just me and Yagi. It was silent as I made a phone call to check on Aizawa. I looked at Yagi to see him sipping of the tea I made him as I talked to Mic

"He's stable and resting." I said after hanging up the phone.

"Good." Yagi nodded. He looked off into space. I went and knelt next to him.

"What's on your mind?" I asked gently.

"That's the closest I have been to death since the accident." He said while placing a hand on his scar. "And all I could think about was making sure those kids were safe and how I never..." He trailed off.

"Never what?" I set my hand on his. He turned and looked me in the eye.

"Never told you how I truly felt about you." He admitted. I looked at him in anticipation, willing him to continue. "I have had feelings for you for a while. I was content with the flirting and dancing we have been doing. I never acted on my feelings because of our age difference and..." I cut him off by leaning up and kissing him. I felt him freeze for a second before returning the kiss.

"About time you said something. I was beginning to think it was just me." I admitted. He chuckles.

"Definitely not." He leant forward and kissed me sweetly. "Now how about after I heal up and rest, I take you on a proper date."

"Sounds amazing."

“I plan to give you so much, Honey.”

*Fast Forward*

I return home only to smell the familiar cologne in the foyer. I glance down to see Toshinori's shoes. I smiled and quickly kicked off my shoes to go find him. I found him on the balcony. He was just standing there with his eyes closed. I lean against the doorway.

"Darling?" I call out to him softly. He looks over at me and smiles.

"You're alright."

"Of course." I walked over and wrapped my arms around him. He pulls me into his side. "Everyone is. Maybe a little bruised and some with broken bones but we're all alive."

"Thank god." He buries his face in my hair. He sighed heavily. "It's over."

"Yes. At least for now."

"Yes." He nodded pulling back. "But I know the future is in good hands. Young Midoriya, Young Bakugou, and the rest will keep the world safe."

"I'm confident in them as well." I agreed. "Confident enough that I am thinking of retiring or reducing my time as a hero."

"Really?" He looked at me surprised.

"Yes. I've done my time. I'll continue to teach of course but I want to start a normal life." We stood there in silence before he pulled my chin up to kiss me.

"Honey?"

"Yes?"

"I have a question for you."

"Okay."

"Marry me?" He said simply. I was stunned for a second before smiling. I kissed him softly. I didn't care that it was a simple proposal. I didn't need an extravagant proposal from the man I love. I just need the man.

"I would love to. Yes." He smiled wide and hugged me tight. I chuckled and hugged him back.

"You've made me the happiest man alive, Honey." I nuzzled his neck.

"Toshinori."

"Yes?"

"There is another reason I'm cutting back on hero work."

"What is it?" He asked, giving me a questioning look. I could see the worry growing in his eyes and on his face. I chuckled.

"Well." I took his hand and placed it on my stomach. He looks between his hand and my eyes.

"Are you ..."

"Pregnant." I nodded. "I found out just before everything. I didn't have time to tell you."

"Oh my..." I saw tears fill his eyes and he set his forehead on my shoulder. He laughed. "I never thought I would have any of this."

"Now you do. And I plan to give you much more." He lifted his head and looked into my eyes.

"I love you Rachel."

"And I love you."

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haemey · 23 days ago

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Progress update on my S3 fic, titled "Et resurrexit tertia die":

I have made a timeline (thanks @bellisima-writes for making me do that, it's super helpful, who'd have thunk). According to that, I've come up with probably around 25 chapters. Might be more, if I decide to add stuff or make certain things longer, might be less, if I smush some of the plot points together.

So far, I have written 65k plus notes. The first 5-6 chapters (I might fuse two of them) are mostly done, so is a large part of the ending and a little in-between stuff.

It's definitely going to land over 100k. I think around 150k might be realistic. If I do a regular upload schedule, It'll probably be once a week. I'd love to get it out faster, but I don't think I'd be able to keep up with writing that way.

The upload deadline I set for myself is in exactly five weeks (Chapter 1: "Ash Valentine's" comes out Valentine's Day). Oh dear.

Also, please do ask me stuff about it! I love giving vague, non-spoilery answers to questions, and I need to talk about this to get more motivation! (and ideas for some gaps in the plot, but never you mind that)

#haemey wreytes #good omens #credo series #good omens fanfic #et resurrexit tertia die #... that doesn't seem to be a tag yet? Christian tumblr hasn't taken it?#mine now #yoink

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delusinaldreamer19 · 8 months ago

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✨Intro post✨

Hello! Welcome to my blog. Here’s a little about me,

General stuff:

Cis fem irl, but online I prefer they/them because I don’t really want to attach a gender to myself & would like to be viewed more neutrally. But don’t be surprised if I say things like “I’m just a girl!”

18 year old college student, who’s energy and motivation are as inconsistent as my grades.

I sadly don’t have a fun quirky name for you to call me 😭. I’m incredibly tempted to say “just call me delusional!” because I think that’s hilarious. But I have a smidge 🤏to much self respect to do that lol.

About me:

I have ADHD, the not-fun, shitty, neurodivergent kind that makes everything hard.

I suck at spelling. Auto correct is my biggest opp.

I'm an equestrian 🐴

I yap like a mf

I am a maladaptive daydreamer. Meaning that I have extensive, sometimes (more often then not) compulsive, daydreams that are very vivid and can last for hours on end. That’s what my user name is referring to.

I've been so aggressively hyperfixated on Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji for the past 6 years it's not even funny.

That seems like a good place to transition onto the next segment…

What's on my blog?

A lot of my daydreams revolve around black butler, whether it's the characters interacting or story lines I've come up with. And I've discovered that writing them out helps me from becoming so enwrapped in them, sort of like getting it out of my system. CASE AND POINT I have a few fanfictions :)

Fanfic masterlist

Other then that,

I sometimes have funny thoughts

I sometimes like to make long analytical rants about things in black butler

Fanfic Recs

and yeah I think that's it 🤗

Things of note:

There may be some suggestive comments or jokes on my blog, but I don’t post smut. Same goes for fanfics. (That may be subject to change some day)

⚠️I do not ship Sebaciel ⚠️ I don’t like it, but I can’t stop you from liking or commenting or following (Oh yeah I look through all y’all’s blogs to see if u got Sebaciel on there), just don’t bring it into anything I post. ie, no tagging as Sebaciel or commenting sum in favor of it. BUT MOST OF ALL, if you ship sebaciel pls DNI with any of my fanfics. The thought of anything I write bring perceived through the lens of that ship makes me extremely uncomfortable. That is a boundary of mine, please respect it.

Also, please do not send me hate. Not because I’m a little bitch and can’t take it, but b/c I have weird paranoia and the one time I got sent anon hate from sebaciel shippers I convinced myself that these random ppl on the internet were going to find where I live and 🔫me 😃. So yeah, please don’t do that.

I occasionally make little vent/complaining post about random things. Feel free to disregard them. I often just need to get it out of my system and don’t have many outlets. And lord knows my mental health is in shambles. But they don’t include triggering topics, and if they do I’ll add warnings.

Shit this post is long asf my bad

#intro post #black butler #kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #black butler memes #black butler fanfiction #Me

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paintbrushnebula · 9 months ago

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How would you have fixed/ wrote tangled the series if you were the executive producer/ creator?

Hoooboiiii good question!! Haha because like, I’m actually kinda prepared to answer this, because I’ve thought about what I would’ve liked out of a Tangled sequel and, tsk I gotta tell you it’s very VERY different from the series XD

However even though the series isn’t my idea of a Tangled sequel, if I was at this moment granted a wish that would allow me to magically alter the series as a whole, retroactively, I wouldn’t remove anything that the series introduced, because I like a lot it. I like Varian, I like Lance, I like Adira, I like Bruce Campbell, I like all o’ dem fools. Oh and the bangin’ SONGS YELL HEAH! Good food ^^. I also think the Sundrop and Moonstone stuff, the Demanitus stuff, even the Zhan Tiri stuff all sound cool on paper. Queen for a Day was pretty unforgettable for me so I’m not itching to change that in any major way. I honestly wouldn’t want to change the whole series in any major ways. Just, y’know, fix what’s there. Improve the flaws. Develop the underused characters and backstories. Make Eugene’s story mean something and matter. Make Quirin’s note mean something and matter. Add more moms for crying out loud. Explore Rapunzel’s trauma and actually SHOW us her recovery iIn full detail.

Oh wait. Actually I WOULD make a dramatic change: Arianna is the focal parent NOT Frederic. That’s literally going hand-in-hand with “write Rapunzel’s recovery better.” She needs to see what a good mother looks like.

OH KRIFF ONE MORE THING XD yeah Cass being Gothel’s daughter is SOO OUT XD

Moonsandra can stay but she’s gotta have better motives and an actual set goal or smth Jesus

The Zhan Tiri disciples song a villain song. Heck, Zhan Tiri gets a villain song. OOOF could you imagine Zhan Tiri getting a song in the same vein as “In the Dark of the Night” from Anastasia??? That’d be so cool, oh jeez.

Also I’d have the broadway stars be casted a little more creatively, like, I love what they did with Eden Espinosa, Jeremy Jordan, and James Monroe Iglehart, but I wish they went even harder with it. Gavin Creel being casted as that disciple (I dont remember his name) is exactly what I mean. Get Andre De Shields as someone! How about Susan Egan? Ooooh please could we get Aaron Tveit in there somewhere? Sigh, in my dreams I guess.

Oh, and make sure they actually get to sing ^_^

One last major change would be to make Eugene’s mom live alongside Edmund. Literally I dont get the big issue media has with doing the “estranged parent” trope and restricting it to one parent (who is usually the father). Like what is it with Hollywood and writing BOTH parents? What’s wrong with a seasoned older husband and wife reuniting with their son, becoming key supporting characters in the story?

I like Edmund too much to get rid of him, so. Why not have two cakes?

Oh btw Eugene’s mom would be Susan Egan. No debate.

Also I’d have the score be directed a little differently. Have actual leitmotifs that aren’t using music from the songs (as much as I like when that happens). Give Rapunzel and Eugene a “love theme” that also gets used for any time any other character is growing as a person or going through changes, like some type of “dream” theme that represents that character having and pursuing a want or goal. Then when Cass or Varian become evil, you twist that “dream” leitmotif to sound sinister because their “new dream” is something dark and twisted. Then you take that and incorporate it into their themes to make villain themes. Could you imagine if Varian and Cass had leitmotifs used when they were good, then when they betray Rapunzel, those leitmotifs are musically altered to sound sinister???

WOof, sorry, this was ramble-y and has poor grammar/sentences. I hope this is all readable XD

#tangled #brushneb says stuff #tangled the series #rapunzel #disney #eugene fitzherbert #tangled varian #tangled cassandra #tts #rta #rapunzels tangled adventure #asks #disney rapunzel

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lesbian-disaster-academic · 10 months ago

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hi!! I really love your blog🥹🥹if it’s okay with you, can you give me some advices how to wire a good essay? I am really struggling maybe due to adhd or is it just because of me it just seems really hard and I would REALLY appreciate your advice (no pressure ❤️) thank you, have a nice day!!❤️

Hi! Thank you so much! This is such a good question, and I'd be happy to help you out as best I can! First of all, I completely empathize with you! Essays can be really tricky, and it takes some practice to get a hang of it. I know how frustrating it can be (cut-scene to me lying on the floor, curled up in a ball and on the verge of tears because I can't get the words to go), but try to be kind to yourself! Take breaks and ask for help when you need it! And remember to eat and stay hydrated! Very important!

Secondly, I'm situating this within the framework of the dominant education system within the West (as that's what I'm most familiar with). I don't necessarily agree with all of these points (e.g., what is considered "credible" according to dominant settler-colonial educational institutions is grounded in eurocentric, classist, racist, sexist, etc. ideologies, which exclude very valuable and important forms of knowledge and learning). Regardless, this advice should hopefully help you write within that general framework! Good luck, anon!

STEP ONE: GETTING STARTED

If you have trouble focusing (as I do!), there are a couple of tricks you can try! These won't work for everyone, and they might not work all the time, but I like to give them a shot when I feel like I'm at a dead-end. BODY-DOUBLING: Get someone to sit with you while you're doing your work. Alternatively, I've heard that joining a "study with me" livestream can help make your brain get into that "writing" mode.

FAKE IT 'TIL YOU MAKE IT: Pretend you're someone else. I know it sounds silly, but bear with me for a moment. When I can't focus, I pretend I'm a world-class scholar who's working on her great manuscript (even though, in reality, I'm some sleep-deprived dumbass scrawling an essay at three in the morning). This can help to shift your perception and give you motivation to keep going

CHANGE IT UP: ADHD brains thrive on novelty. Try switching up your environment a little bit. Sometimes, it helps me to work on the opposite end of my desk. Occasionally, I'll even grab my laptop and sit UNDER my desk, just to add some variety and try to kick my brain into gear.

STEP TWO: BRAINSTORMING

Okay, so you're ready to go! Great! We want to come up with some ideas for the essay! I usually like to do this by making a mind map. I'm very tired, so here's a rough sketch of what it might look like!

And a quick example (again, I'm very tired, so this is just the skeleton, sorry)!

STEP THREE: RESEARCHING

Depending on how you like to structure your brainstorming, this can either come before or after step two! Either way, when you're doing research, you want to look for a few key things in your sources. I'll list some of them here

How recent is this information? If it's something like a historical or literary essay, of course primary sources are best, so it's okay to use very old documents! However, if we're writing a scientific research paper, we want to use more up-to-date info.

Is the author an expert in what they're discussing? Look at their credentials.

What is the purpose of the information? Is the source trying to teach us something, or is it trying to sell us something?

Try using Google Scholar! The "Advanced Search" settings can be particularly helpful!

STEP FOUR: OUTLINING

Now we have all our information, and we have an idea of what we'd like to say! Try placing it in an outline, such as the one I created below (Sorry, this is a very incomplete outline. Again. Very very tired. On the verge of falling asleep as I'm writing this lol). Please note that this outline is more for generating a basic idea of what you want to say. Post-secondary education (at least where I live) doesn't rely on this format as much, so take my advice with a grain of salt.

STEP FIVE: DRAFTING

Time for your first draft! Try putting everything together into one document! Remember: it doesn't have to be perfect. It just has to get written. I'll add some pointers below!

Remember to use transitional terms/phrases. For instance, "however", "then", "first", "therefore", "in conclusion"! These help your writing flow smoothly!

Spellcheck. I'm a professional author, and even I mess up my spelling from time to time, so I treat spellcheck as a dear friend lol.

Always remember to format your proof as a sandwich. The intro to your proof is like the bread, the quote/proof/statistic is the filling, and the explanation and elaboration is the other piece of bread. This will help to structure your writing!

STEP SIX: EDITING

Yay, you made it! Time to edit! You can get someone to read over your work! You can also use a checklist, such as the one I've included below!

(full checklist)

Okay, that's about it! On a final note, REMEMBER TO CITE YOUR SOURCES! Google Docs has a built-in citation tool, if that helps! Software like Zotero can also be great, but my go-to is always Purdue OWL.

If you have any more questions, please feel free to ask!

#hi anon sorry for the long answer! hope this helps #my friend is asleep and so i'm answering asks now jaksdjasdla #answered asks #anon #adhd #actually adhd #essay writing #writing hacks #writing advice #asks #executive dysfunction #actually neurodiverse #adhd paralysis #adhd hacks #academia #dark academia #chaotic academia

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bad-surprise · 1 year ago

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⭐️directors commentary of your choice please?

i held onto this for a minute because i knew i wanted to wait until the fic was complete (same for museum, that’s sitting in my inbox for now)

apologies in advance, this is a long one.

but i thought you might

haladriel modern au | E | 135.4k | 26/26

but i thought you might (bitym) began as a promptfill i posted on december 9th, 2022— the day i created my fandom twitter account.

at very basic level, bitym is a story about purity culture and the impact it has on those who grow up within it, even if they believe they never bought into the conditioning. it taught me that i love writing about sex— particularly deeply psychological sex scenes that reveal new info about the characters and their relationship, motivations, and overall dynamic.

it really only exists because my husband had covid that week, and because i was exposed but tested negative we were isolating separately. i had a lot of time to fill and spent a lot of it daydreaming, listening to music, and writing little bits of a story in my notes app. there was a very clear moment where hal’s voice just clicked for me and the first chapter came together from there. chapters 1, 2, the last half of 4, and 5 were all written first, back when i thought it would be an 8k one shot. i still have the draft of this, along with another one shot version of it.

it was inspired by memories of high school, particularly one off-campus lunch senior year where a friend confessed that she and her boyfriend had sex and she enjoyed it and didn’t know what to do with that. i believe my response was “i’m pretty sure you’re supposed to like it,” but she started crying. hal and gal’s high school is largely based on the private religious school i attended, and when i imagine their campus, that’s the image in my mind.

i really struggled to find a title, and sort of impulsively chose a line from home by daughter because i thought that song captured the right vibe.

personally, the story only becomes something i’m not embarrassed by around chapter 6. i knew what i was writing towards at that point but only in vague terms. going back into hal’s pov there for the first time since chapter 2 really clarified things for me. i’m not proud of it until chapter 10.

note: spoilers for the entirety of but i thought you might below.

many of my favorite elements were happy accidents, including the introduction of luthien, the two year time jump in chapter 11, the entire diner scene, and hal going to therapy. in conversations with my husband, i was adamant for so long that bitym!hal would never go to therapy. i underestimated what he would be willing to do for gal.

i didn’t really know the ending until around march, and a key aspect of it changed while drafting the penultimate chapter. the original ending i had in mind was incredibly dark, much closer to the shark in your water. it was initially going to be a story about hal thinking he was free from the religious conditioning but turning out to be just as toxic as fin, and galadriel coming to terms with being trapped. i was terrified when this changed and so so scared that hal would lose empathy from readers because of what he did, but ultimately that doesn’t seem to have happened.

the process of writing felt like constant excavation. i felt my way through the story intuitively, with a very flexible list of some plot points in my mind, but i was pretty much flying blind here. i’m so glad it worked out alright in the end.

easter eggs/random bits of info

references

“but they say you have the voice of an angel” is a reference to the music of the ainur

many celebrian moments were inspired by tiktoks and reddit posts.

“the last person i dated was awful” from chapter 17 (i think?) is the only morgoth reference in the whole fic. i debated including him but it ultimately felt like too much work to add it in and i don’t think the story needed it.

when hal’s telling galadriel how he lost his virginity, he says “she had a boyfriend anyway”. this is a reference to the song sex by the 1975.

in chapter 18, the event the girls go to is a reference to revolve tour (the girls who get it, get it)

the conversation hal and gal have about the differences in sex ed for girls and guys at their school is intended to slightly reference “then why is it not gone from here?” in the show, which is largely how it felt for me to leave evangelicalism before recovering from a lot of the related trauma. i didn’t believe it anymore, so why was it still strangling me all the fucking time?

depression as anger turned inward comes from my therapist, who knows i used it in this fic.

takes 20 attempts for halbrand to get the ring right because 3 rings for the eleven kings + 7 for the dwarf lords + 9 for mortal men = 19 before he forges the one.

hal is an aeronautical engineer working in the defense sector. this is a reference to some legendarium stuff around sauron in numenor.

writing process + personal shit:

in the first draft, hal was morgoth’s son and there was a plot point involving the theft of the silmarils.

the nursing student line in chapter 1 is based on some people i knew at university.

i am too embarrassed to read chapters 2 and 3. like i just want to curl up and hide whenever i think about either of those chapters, i think they’re terrible.

there are many “deleted scenes” from bitym that just didn’t fit into the narrative in the end, so they live in the unused scenes folder in my scrivener project. one of these scenes— a description of hal’s apartment— actually ended up being used for museum, and another scene i deleted was reworked for chapter 7 of shark.

i wrote the infamous chapter 5 car scene in the middle of the night, during what felt like a dissociative state, because i knew if i wasn’t exhausted my inner critic would start shame spiraling due to my own religious upbringing.

every single purity culture experience in the text, with the exception of chastity club and the purity pledge, is something that actually happened in my life. the only reason i didn’t do a purity pledge is because i missed youth group that week.

“they cannot convince her she’s sinned” is 100% from my own experience of being surprised by my complete lack of guilt lol.

i really want to have a longer convo about the consent stuff in it because i’m fascinated by some of the responses i got to the chapter 5 car scene. some people were really angry with me for it, which was interesting bc i really had the archive warning on there because of the birth control tampering.

i fucked up the time skip in chapter 11 and added an extra year. this changed the story dramatically (and is why the ending ultimately changed) but i prefer the way it turned out. i also fucked up the age gap between fin and gal, and don’t ask me what grade celebrian is in bc basically i cannot do math to save my life.

i find it really interesting how many readers seem to think galadriel’s POV chapters are more reliable than hal’s, because i definitely see it the opposite way.

i get super nervous about the references to their jobs because i’m terrified of getting something wrong but definitely don’t know the ins and outs. i do research, but i still feel super inadequate there, which is why you never see her at work and only see him at work twice.

chapter 13 (diner scene) was so difficult to plan, but once i decided to use those two songs, it became fairly straightforward. it’s one of my favorite chapters in the entire story.

you probably know this by now if you’ve read chapter 25, but their first kiss being in a closet was 100% deliberate.

i’m so so proud of the sequence with the pregnancy tests in chapter 15.

i decided celebrian would be in this while writing chapter 6.

the drive home from the bachelorette party was written about five days after i started working on bitym.

i knew as soon as chapter 6 that hal would wait until celebrian was born to tell galadriel that he loved her, but holy shit it was so difficult to wait that long.

the scene I’m most proud of is the opening to chapter 23.

misc. in universe info:

the night out with elrond and miriel in chapter 22 stresses me out so much bc gal doesn’t understand what she’s doing and it’s such a horrible position for hal to be in, seeing how she’s basically asking him to come out to her before he’s ready. this all happens only a few days before galadriel leaves for the first time.

hal doesn’t know that galadriel doesn’t think they’re a couple until B+L’s wedding. his response when she tries to bring it up earlier is because he’s worried officially defining it its going to either set him up for failure, or scare her off completely, but in his mind, they were basically together together as soon as he said “yeah, i think i’ll keep you” in chapter 5.

there are subtextual references to substance use issues in hal’s family. this is why he doesn’t drink much or do drugs— though by his 32nd birthday his attitude is a bit more relaxed, considering that their second child is conceived while both of them are drunk lol

in chapter 12, galadriel left her car in accessory for too long and the battery died. hal is fully aware of this and totally could’ve just jumped her battery but he missed her and wanted an excuse to spend time with her.

galadriel’s apprehension about motherhood doesn’t come from a lack of interest altogether, but because the only model she’s really had is one of 100% loss of identity, which is something she’s not willing to do. initially, i planned on this being her ultimate fate and good lord i’m so happy i didn’t go there.

i’m very careful in hal’s therapy sessions to have him refer to “people” he’s dated/slept with, rather than “women.”

galadriel’s friends 100% thought she was sleeping with hal AND celeborn in high school, hence their confusion at her response to finding out they were sexually active then.

hal’s parents aren’t actually homophobic or biphobic, they just didn’t know how to handle that situation and so they sort of pretended it didn’t happen. and if you want to know what happened, it’s just your usual homophobic bullying— the boy he liked turned on him to avoid being a target himself.

hal has had panic attacks his entire life but wasn’t diagnosed with panic disorder until shortly before galadriel moved out for real. he’s very resistant to using rescue meds and thinks he should just be able to tough it out.

they split bills proportionally based on income, with hal contributing 66% and gal 34% around the time of celebrian’s birth. galadriel doesn’t know much about hal’s finances until they buy the house.

i loved seeing how responses to amarie changed as she challenged expectations in the later timeline. i feel really bad for her— it’s implied in the final chapter that she married fin when she was 20 and he was 24, and she dropped out of college as a result. what they’re struggling with by the end is the fact that she wants to finish her degree and has made peace with the fact that they don’t have kids— more of that will be in peppermint for sure.

another aspect in the background that i knew about but decided against mentioning is that celebrian was born just before covid, which is a huge part of why they fell out with galadriel’s family. hal’s health anxiety meant nobody was getting anywhere near his baby and they were not feeling that at all. this might come up a little in peppermint, we’ll see. i doubt i would directly mention covid, just the fact that both of them were working from home for a large part of celebrian’s first few months.

celebrian’s first word was fuck. hal insists it doesn’t count. gal disagrees.

both hal and gal can be read as neurodivergent. it’s revealed in peppermint that celebrian does have adhd. hal also can be read as meeting the diagnostic criteria for borderline personality disorder— that was unintentional but i think it makes a lot of sense.

significant influences on bitym

films/tv

like crazy

normal people

about time

saved

couples therapy

the worst person in the world

before midnight

lady bird

500 days of summer

non-fiction

leaving the fold: a guide for former fundamentalists and others leaving their religion by marlene winell

complex ptsd: from surviving to thriving by pete walker

hold me tight by sue johnson

adult children of emotionally immature parents by lindsay c. gibson

three women by lisa taddeo

fiction

normal people by sally rooney

beautiful world where are you? by sally rooney

little rabbit by alyssa songsiridej

the unbearable lightness of being by milan kundera

atonement by ian mcewan

musical theater

the last five years

spring awakening

once

my favorite lines

Fighting is foreplay, so they never fight fair. Grievances are grenades, painstakingly primed for maximum impact. If the situation escalates to all-out warfare, consequences take a brutal turn. All hope of a ceasefire hangs on her eventual surrender to submission. — chapter 8

“Stop fucking running from what you want,” he murmurs, slipping his free hand beneath her shoulders, golden hair tangled around his wrist and laced between his fingers as they sink into her skin. “You’re not scared of me, you’re scared of yourself.” The words sear into her with the precision of a cautery pen, burning through any vestiges of self-denial still humming in her mind, loosening each thought at the root. — chapter 10

Galadriel murmured the words over and over again, whispering them against his lips, pressing them into his mouth, until the taste of each syllable was as familiar to him as the salt of her tears. — chapter 11

“Deciding to leave is very different from deciding to not love you anymore.” — chapter 13

If Galadriel is sunlight, Celebrian is made from the stars. — chapter 21

“I’d be first in line at the gates of hell,” Hal says slowly, with all the steadfast solemnity of a vow or a prayer, “if it meant I could keep this beautiful fucking life of ours for just a little longer.” — chapter 25

“You can stop beating yourself up for this shit, honey.” Hal’s thumb brushes her temple. “It’s not on you to fix something you didn’t fucking break.” — chapter 26

Maybe Hal was right. Maybe these moments only matter because of their fleeting, ephemeral nature. Maybe that overwhelming ache she once believed would shatter her served as a method to hollow out space for feeling to inhabit— this precious alloy of quiet contentment and contagious joy, irresistible wonder and the recalcitrance of love, all bound together by a strand of defiant hope. — chapter 26

“I might never be able to heal the parts of you— of us, of our family, our life— that I’ve broken. But you have my word, Galadriel,” his voice drops, each syllable low and firm, carrying the weight of an oath, “I will keep trying— until my last fucking breath, until the end of the goddamn world.” — chapter 26

that was probably a lot more than anyone wanted to know haha, so i’ll stop myself there. this fic means so fucking much to me and i’m so so proud of it. i never thought i’d be capable of writing anything like it and it’s so overwhelming in the best way to know that it means a lot to other people too.

hopefully this answered a lot of questions, but my ask box is open for anything at all— i could talk about concepts in and the process of writing bitym for days (i’m usually holding back bc i don’t want to be annoying) so please feel free to reach out with whatever.

and again, thank you all for everything. you’re amazing.

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