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[jrueships]

the okc jays and their thing one and thing two activities 😭

[eric-the-bmo]

Relationship dynamic: autistic guy(?) who keeps rambling about his interests and girl with cute acrylic nails who's genuinely interested

[valkyrieromanoff]

God bless your dad's genetics… Dilf! Anakin x son’s girlfriend!reader

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CHAPTER TEN: HOW IT'S ENDS

synopsis: on the last day of the cruise, you confront the life-changing choices made over the past few days and embrace the uncertain, but hopeful, future awaiting you.

warning: age gap (Anakin is 44 years old and the reader is in her early 20s), alternate universe, fluffy, Anakin being a hopeless romantic

w: 3.2k

a/n: hello there,  I confess, words seem to escape me right now 🥺💕 This idea came to me so randomly—I was listening to Juno, and suddenly all the pieces started falling into place. I never expected the direction it would take, but wow… I’m so grateful for all the love, comments, and encouragement along the way! 🥹💖

I hope you enjoy the ending as much as I loved creating it 🫶✨, and who knows—maybe we’ll meet again on the next adventure! Thank you so much for being here, and kisses to all of you 😘💌

📣 Special shoutout to everyone who commented—y’all literally had me smiling from ear to ear 😭😁💕 Your words mean the world to me! 🌸💫

This isn't how it ends This isn't where we put down our pens Go tell the businessmen This isn't how it ends

The golden rays of the morning sun streamed through the small oval window of the cruise ship room. You had forgotten to close the curtains the night before, allowing the early light to slowly warm the space. The soft glow reflected on Anakin’s sandy blond hair, the messy strands splayed against the crisp white pillowcase. His chest rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic motion, his arms wrapped securely around you, holding you close. His chin rested comfortably in your hair, which still carried the faint scent of your shampoo.

The light crept higher, reaching your face, and you stirred sleepily, the warmth stirring a quiet discomfort. You mumbled, your eyelids fluttering before you finally gave in and blinked yourself awake, squinting to adjust to the brightness.

The sunrise outside was breathtaking, the sun climbing out of the endless ocean to paint the sky in shades of gold and amber. It was beautiful, but bittersweet—this was the last morning you’d wake up to this view, the last morning of the cruise. Soon, you’d be stepping off this ship and back into the rhythm of everyday life: college, work, and Netflix marathons filling the gaps where adventure had been.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the quiet sound of Anakin stirring. Your fingers absently traced through his soft hair, and he responded with a sleepy hum, leaning into your touch as if drawn by instinct. His nose scrunched slightly, and the corner of his lips twitched into the beginnings of a smile.

“I know you’re not sleeping,” you whispered, your voice calm and teasing.

He let out a low, playful grunt, refusing to open his eyes just yet. “What? I was being so convincing,” he replied, his voice rough with sleep but laced with humor.

A smile tugged at your lips as he finally opened his eyes, those stormy blues meeting yours with a warmth that made your heart ache. You relaxed back into his embrace as he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead, his hand trailing soothing patterns down the length of your back.

“Did you sleep well?” he murmured, his tone tender.

“Uh-huh,” you mumbled groggily, your gaze wandering from his to the simple white wallpaper with thin blue stripes on the wall. The room fell quiet again, but not uncomfortably so. The events of the past few days loomed in your mind, crashing over you like the waves outside hitting the hull of the ship.

“What’s on your mind, little angel?” Anakin asked softly, tilting his head to study your face. There was no judgment in his eyes, only curiosity and concern, like he was ready to carry whatever burden you were holding.

“So much happened this weekend,” you admitted after a moment, your voice thoughtful. His fingers found yours, intertwining with your open palm as his hand rested on your belly.

“Good things, I hope,” he murmured, his playful tone lighting up the stillness of the morning.

You didn’t answer immediately, the weight of everything making your chest feel tight. But when you met his gaze, the soft lines of his face, the warmth in his expression, made you feel safe enough to exhale.

“Yes,” you said at last, your voice soft but firm. “I’m just… taking stock of things. I can’t describe how happy I am to be with you, but it still feels like there’s so much ahead of us.”

“We’ll do this together,” Anakin promised, his voice steady with quiet determination. He brought your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles that sent warmth coursing through you. “We’ll figure everything out, one step at a time.”

A small smile broke across your face as the tension eased, replaced by the overwhelming love you felt for him.

“Now,” he said, his tone shifting to something more playful, “let’s enjoy that amazing shower one last time.”

Before you could protest, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you bridal-style across the room. A surprised laugh escaped you, and you clung to his shoulders as he grinned down at you, his mischievous spark fully returned.

“You’re ridiculous,” you teased, giggling as he carried you into the bathroom, the sound of running water soon filling the air.

After a shared bath that lasted far longer than planned—thanks to the endless trail of kisses and caresses exchanged under the hot spray—you were finally dressed for the day. But that didn’t mean you were ready. Not for the inevitable moment where you’d have to face your best friend’s entire family after everything that had unfolded this weekend.

Speaking of him, Luke approached with an apologetic look that made you pause. The first thought that popped into your mind, unbidden, was how Skywalker men had perfected the art of looking like they were about to whine. But you shook the thought away, focusing on the present.

“Can we talk?” Luke asked, his voice calm but tinged with hesitation. His arms were clasped behind his back, a telltale sign of his nervousness.

“Okay,” you nodded, guiding him to the edge of the ship. The salty breeze tousled your hair as you leaned against the iron railing, staring out at the endless expanse of the sea.

Luke leaned beside you, quiet for a moment before sighing. “I’m sorry,” he said, the words spilling out quickly. “I completely overreacted. Seriously, what the hell was I thinking, insulting you like that?”

You glanced at him, surprised by his candidness.

“I mean,” he continued, running a hand through his hair in frustration, “it’s still kind of weird—really weird—knowing you’re with my dad. But nothing about that gave me the right to be such a jerk to you. To both of you.” He paused, his voice quieter now. “I’m sorry.”

You softened at his sincerity. “I understand you were frustrated.”

“And acting like a dick,” he added bluntly, cutting you off before you could respond.

You couldn’t help it—you burst into laughter. “That too.”

Luke smiled sheepishly, but the weight of the moment wasn’t lost on him. “You know, my parents’ marriage has been a mess for as long as I can remember. I guess part of me still held on to this dumb, idealized idea that maybe they’d fix it. Like, one big family Christmas, you know? But… honestly, a divorce probably would’ve avoided a lot of shit.” He exhaled heavily, his gaze fixed on the distant waves. “So, yeah. It’s not like I didn’t see this coming. I just… wasn’t ready to deal with it.”

You remained silent, giving him the space to work through his thoughts.

“I just…” Luke turned to you, his voice softer now. “I just want my best friend back. I know I don’t deserve it after how I acted, but you’ve always been there for me. We’ve been through so much together, and the idea of losing that? It sucks. It hurts. A lot.”

His words tugged at your heart, and you reached out to take his hand, squeezing it gently. “Well, you’re not off the hook yet. You still have to make it up to me for all the trouble you caused,” you teased, a playful smile pulling at your lips.

Luke grinned, the tension between you dissolving into something lighter. “Fair enough,” he replied, then added with a smirk, “Although, can’t I just delegate that job to my dad?”

Your jaw dropped, and you swatted his arm with a playful punch. “Idiot.”

He winced in mock pain, clutching his shoulder. “Hey, I’m fragile! Besides, I’ve already been through enough trauma—like seeing you two together. Please, I’m begging you, no kissing in front of me ever again. My therapist is already going to have a field day.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

Luke’s grin widened, and for the first time in days, things felt normal again. It was good to have your friend back, the ease of your dynamic slipping into place as naturally as breathing.

For a few moments, the two of you simply stood there, side by side, watching the ocean stretch endlessly before you. The sound of the waves lapping against the ship’s hull filled the comfortable silence, broken only when Leia’s voice called out over the sea breeze.

“Come on, you two! Lunch is ready! And it’s the last one before we dock, so don’t miss it!”

Luke straightened, rolling his eyes but grinning all the same. “Let’s go before she starts bossing us around like mom.”

You laughed as the two of you turned and made your way toward the dining area, the weight of the past weekend finally starting to lift.

Anakin sat at the end of the table, his fingers drumming nervously against the edge of his wine glass. Padmé was seated at the opposite end, mirroring the first dinner of the anniversary celebration that now felt like a lifetime ago. The irony of it all wasn’t lost on him, but he was too on edge to laugh. Instead, he tugged at the collar of his shirt, which suddenly felt far too tight.

“Relax, Ani. She’s not going to run away from you,” Padmé teased from her seat, her tone amused. Then, with a mischievous wink at her soon-to-be ex-husband, she added, “Besides, Luke mentioned she can’t swim.”

Anakin sighed, shaking his head at her teasing. “Hilarious,” he muttered, taking a sip of his wine to mask the grin threatening to surface.

The moment the dining room doors opened, and you walked in with Luke, Anakin almost spilled his drink in his haste to stand. In a clumsy blur, he scrambled to pull out a chair for you, nearly knocking over the table in the process. Han and Leia exchanged amused glances as they went to greet Padmé, who watched the scene unfold with a calm smile.

Padmé hid her smirk behind her glass, watching the scene unfold with quiet amusement. Oh, how clumsy Anakin could be when he was in love. It only took one of your smiles to turn him into a nervous wreck—a far cry from the confident, mature man of 40 years.

Anakin sat at the end of the table, Padmé at the other, mirroring the seating arrangement from the awkward dinner at the start of the cruise. The irony wasn’t lost on him, but instead of laughing, he found himself tugging nervously at the collar of his shirt.

“Relax, Ani. She’s not going to run away from you,” Padmé teased from her seat, her tone amused. Then, with a mischievous wink at her soon-to-be ex-husband, she added, “Besides, Luke mentioned she can’t swim.”

Anakin shot her a look, shaking his head as he sighed. “Hilarious,” he replied dryly, taking a sip of his wine. But his attempt at composure vanished in an instant when he saw you and Luke enter the dining room. He nearly knocked over the table in his haste to get up and pull out your chair.

Padmé hid her smirk behind her glass, watching the scene unfold with quiet amusement. Oh, how clumsy Anakin could be when he was in love. It only took one of your smiles to turn him into a nervous wreck—a far cry from the confident, mature man of 40 years.

Once everyone was seated, Padmé tapped her knife against her glass to capture the room’s attention. The gentle chime cut through the soft hum of conversation, and all eyes turned to her.

“First of all,” Padmé began, her voice calm and measured as she looked directly at you, “I owe you an apology.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, the words catching you completely off guard.

“You didn’t deserve the accusations I threw at you,” Padmé continued, sincerity evident in her tone. “My relationship with Anakin has been over for so many years, and yet, I let my frustration and pride get the better of me. I was unfair to you, and I regret my behavior. I’m sorry.”

For a moment, you were at a loss for words. This was the second apology you’d received today, and it left you reeling. “I… appreciate your sincerity,” you finally managed, your voice soft but genuine.

Anakin, sitting beside you, reached for your hand under the table, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand in silent reassurance.

“And,” Anakin chimed in, clearing his throat, “since we’re clearing the air… in case anyone didn’t know, Padmé and I are getting a divorce.”

Han, ever the opportunist for humor, couldn’t resist. “Took you long enough, huh?” he quipped, earning an elbow to the ribs from Leia.

“Ow,” Han muttered under his breath, sitting back in his chair with a sheepish grin.

Padmé chuckled softly before continuing. “Like your father said,” she addressed Leia and Luke, her tone gentle yet firm, “our marriage has been more of a partnership than a romance for a long time now. The feelings that once held us together are gone, and we stayed together thinking it was the best thing for the family. But in truth, we were holding ourselves back. By clinging to the past, we denied ourselves the opportunity to find happiness again.”

She glanced between Anakin and you, her gaze calm but filled with understanding. “We’re older now. Wiser, I’d like to think. And we know that life is too short to live without love. So, here’s to new beginnings and to embracing the future.”

“Cheers to that,” Anakin murmured, lifting his glass. He turned to you with an affectionate smile, his eyes shining with gratitude.

Everyone followed suit, raising their glasses in a toast.

As the moment settled, Leia broke the silence with a question, her practical side shining through. “So… who’s going to get the house?” she asked, her tone curious. “Not that I’m complaining, but, you know, having two houses is nice. Actually, you guys should get a beach house. Right, Dad? You’d look great on a beach.”

Anakin chuckled, shaking his head. “Leia, you know I hate the beach. There’s too much sand, and sand is—”

“It’s coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere,” Leia and Luke said in unison, their voices flat with practiced familiarity.

“Yes, Dad, we know,” Luke added with exaggerated exasperation. “You say that every time we go to the beach.”

Anakin laughed, leaning back in his chair with a grin. “Well, then you’ve got your answer. No beach houses.”

The table erupted in quiet laughter, the lightheartedness breaking through the emotional weight of the moment. Lunch continued peacefully, with the hum of conversation and the clink of wine glasses filling the air. Stories were exchanged, jokes were made, and for the first time in a long time, the family felt… whole.

Anakin stole a glance at you, his smile softening as he watched you laugh at something Luke had said. This was what he had wanted—joy, love, and the freedom to move forward without the chains of the past.

New love. New air. A new chapter.

And as he reached for your hand under the table once more, giving it a gentle squeeze, he knew this was just the beginning.

“Come with me outside?” Anakin asked softly, his voice low but filled with tenderness.

You smiled, slipping your hand into his without hesitation. The warmth of his touch steadied you as he led you to the ship’s balcony. The sea breeze danced around you, carrying the faint scent of salt and the promise of a new beginning.

Once outside, Anakin turned to face you fully, his stormy blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. He exhaled deeply, as if gathering every ounce of courage he had.

“I want to keep this,” he began, his voice steady but laced with emotion. “What we have. I see a future with you, and it’s something I never thought I’d want again. I know it won’t always be easy—we’re from different generations, and we’ll have our fair share of clashes. But I want to face those challenges with you, because you’re worth it. You’re everything.”

His words hit you like a wave, overwhelming in their sincerity. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as a smile spread across your face, soft and full of love.

“I want this too, Anakin,” you murmured, your hands coming up to cradle his face. His skin was warm beneath your touch, his scruffy stubble tickling your palms. “I love you. I don’t know what the future holds, but if it’s with you, I know it’ll be enough. More than enough.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. You just stood there, gazing at each other, smiles mirroring the love that radiated between you. The world around you seemed to fade, the sounds of the ship and the bustling port in the distance melting into the background.

And then, as if by some unspoken agreement, you both closed the distance. His lips met yours in a kiss that was nothing short of breathtaking. It wasn’t hurried or hesitant—it was passionate and full of promise. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer, while your fingers threaded through his sandy hair. The kiss deepened, speaking the words neither of you could fully express: devotion, trust, and the undeniable certainty that this was just the beginning of a lifetime together.

When you finally pulled back, your foreheads rested against each other, both of you catching your breath but unwilling to break the moment. His hands stayed on your waist, grounding you in the present while your heart soared with the possibilities of the future.

The sound of the ship docking at the port brought you back to reality, and you glanced over to see the crew setting up the stairs for passengers to disembark. Anakin, ever attentive, reached for your suitcase with one hand, the motion pulling you back to that first day of the cruise. It was almost poetic—how a simple favor for a friend had turned into something so life-changing.

As you walked down the stairs together, his other hand held yours firmly, his fingers interlaced with yours as if to silently promise he’d never let go. Anakin’s playful side returned as he began making lighthearted jokes, the sound of his laughter blending with the hum of the port.

“Shall I take you home?” he asked, his voice teasing yet gentle as he helped you down the last step. Your feet touched the ground, solid and steady, but your heart felt like it was still floating.

When you nodded, a wave of certainty washed over you. Your life had changed, irreversibly and beautifully. In just a few days, you’d gone from pretending to be someone’s girlfriend to falling deeply, irrevocably in love with the man who had captured your heart completely.

As you walked toward the car, his hand still in yours, you reflected on how unpredictable life could be. A smile tugged at your lips as you thought of the younger version of yourself—nervous, hesitant, and blissfully unaware of the adventure she was about to embark on. That crazy idea from your best friend had set everything in motion, and now, here you were, walking into the next chapter of your life with the love of your life by your side.

And for that, you were endlessly grateful.

[sparrowrye]

Announcements 📣

So there it is my little devils. 76 chapters and 7 months later, we have finished!

I have some unique shoutouts but stick around because there’s more info at the bottom!

@feral-fox-crypt / @wendigonamecaller - for being my first author friend! I know I’m not active on the discord but I’m still glad we made it together!

@jgabriel1920 - for your amazing villain OCs. Blackwater was by far my favorite villain I’ve ever written and creating lore for Judah/John was fun! Thanks for our plot development chats too :)

@soggyfern - for kickstarting the creative juices and brainstorming my next story with me!

@liz776 and @flamingoblubber - for your constant reblogs of my work. You’ve helped spread the word about my story!

@martinys-world, @papas-ghoulette, and @vvollerie - for your wonderful, steadfast comments!

@mcntsee @blubugg13 @serenity-songbird @az--zy @direbatattack and among the others who've already been @'d in this post - for your OCs who helped flesh out the story. I enjoyed the challenge of writing a character I didn't come up with!

Of course, can’t forget my anonymous 🥩 who was there to submit in depth thoughts about my work early on, giving me the courage and inspiration to keep going. Hope you enjoyed your meal :P

And most importantly, to the ~65 individuals who liked each of my posts. And especially to the ~16 who watched and waited for the climax parts to come out in real time. Without your likes, I would feel alone. Thank you for the support!

****and if I missed you, please message me! But I'm pretty sure I got everyone

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Now, sappy stuff aside.

I’m not done writing delicious Alastor works, BUT I do plan on making them significantly shorter than Demi Demon. I love novels but man, that was tough. I’m trying to focus more on longer chapters in fewer amounts. I’ve got work, my masters, friends, a side project, and my own WIP I’m trying to finish too!

At some point this week, you will get another announcement revealing the title, vibe, and summary of my next story. It’s currently being hammered and plotted so I’m going to wait to finalize everything before I let you know. My only hint: take a look at the results of all my polls

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Lastly, I’m going to put this in a different post so people can always access it:

I. Want. Your. Opinion.

Specifically on Demi Demon.

I want to become a published author and I believe fanfiction is a way to play around and develop experience/skill for writing and storytelling. So I’m asking all of you to return the favor and submit an anonymous form where you’ll tell me your thoughts (good and bad) on Demi Demon.

When the post is up you can access it HERE

Also, keep checking my pinned post. I make small little changes every now and then :P

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Again, I’m so SO grateful for all of you. Your support, no matter how big or small, has truly helped me finish this novel. I was going through a lot these past months and your support helped me through some dark times. So thank you!!

Enjoy the peace as we transition stories because I’ll be back to make you love and cry all over again!

~ Sparrow

[selfship-confession-box]

this is my shoutout to all selfshippers who are picky eaters. U're all awesomeeeeeeee 📣📣📣📣📣

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[rovermcfly]

shoutout to trans men and transmascs with big chests who don't bind 🙏🎉📣 you're doing amazing 💯🔥

[laninasinamor]

To everyone who stuck around for my blog, THANK YOU! 🥰🙏

THERES LIKE 520 OF YOU AND IVE NEVER ADDRESSED THAT, SO THANK YOU GUYS! crazy big number wth 💃✨😄

i started this blog at a pretty difficult time and im so happy Nashuri nation helped me thru the struggle

i know the nashuri content is slowing down but we still here! ✨💖

also ive been absent for many days because IM WORKING ON A FANFIC! 🎉🥳

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Of course im not trying to pressure myself to finish it quickly bc i mostly started it for fun and it eventually took a life of its own !

i cant tell you too much about it but

-it will have AZTEC/MAYAN🏹 MYTHOLOGY, BATTLES, 🤺FIGHTING, LAUGHTER😆, 💃DANCING, ANGST, HURT/COMFORT, SEGGSUAL TENSION 😏, and LOVE ❤️

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-we will see TALOKAN and WAKANDA again, in addition, MEXICO 🇲🇽 will play a BIG PART in the story

(wanting to explore the wonders that mexico has and hopefully give representation)

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-we will delve into dark topics such as: IMPERIALISM, COLONIZATION, COLORISM, VIOLENCE, GRIEF, ANXIETY, BETRAYAL, DEATH 💀

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i cant forget the ATTOYE 🗡️🦈 gang! they will take part in this too… ill prolly make a separate fic for them tbh

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Lastly, here’s a couple quotes/drafts from the fic 😊

(they could change drastically but this is what i have for now)

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Starting from top left, top right. Ending bottom left, bottom right

Namor to Shuri (i have not decided whether it will be included or not)

More Nashuri 🥺🥺

Namor in love

Attoye !

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Thanks again everyone! i love you all 🫶🏽 special shoutout to those who been with me since the inception of this crazy blog 😤 and those who are new and spamming me lol… i always see ur likes & comments in the notifications first📣

@xblackreader @stranversagenda-blog @pastelaine @iaskayouquestions @princessayakatze3 @princess-of-gondor @qxeer-mex1cano-zzz @rebellious-mutant @namor-shuri @angel-starbeam @ninilily @fangirl-potential @oldmanwithashield @babybubastis @vengerberggirl @agirlwithwinter @arcelia2001 @scotchandwhitelies @rkivedtear @chicagosfinest2021 @wanderingquill @ebonyqueengh @karimk2 @youglybitch @samelovesame @azumala @dressiestsphinx @anjiiyy @annsoltera

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Any questions? Comments? Feel free to leave some in my inbox or replies ❤️

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[lanaspnggarden]

Shoutout to my dog 📣✨‼️

[itzynabi]

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Hello, this is BH Entertainment

After discussing with Nabi and a few medical professionals, it was decided that Nabi needs sufficient rest to deal with extreme burnout, thus she will be going on an indefinite hiatus. All recorded variety show appearances will be uploaded as scheduled.

Thank you to the fans for being understanding

#김나비 #KimNabi @.nabibs #BeHappyOfficial #happicial #해피셸 #BHEntertainment

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yunazip shoutout to bh ent. me and my homies LOVE bh ent

yejisnabi YESSSSSS

luvnari take a nice nap nabi🥺

©️ kim nabi

[memesmadefullmetal]

Not going to lie, as a die hard Gluttony fan I'm sad that my poor baby wasn't on here

Oh we’re sorry! 😢

There were just too many characters to include if we didn’t want the competition to last forever so the shortlist had to be whittled down at random and he didn’t make the cut :(

Happy to give your boy a shoutout though: WOOOO GLUTTONY!! 📣

- Mod Mustang & Mod Hawkeye 🔥🦅

[stephofromcabin12]

🗣️ shooting my shot, shoutout stories of the forgotten demigods?

We’ve got a whole roster of demigods, queer rep, poc rep, and a whole slew of new povs to experience 🫶🏻🤗

Shout out!!!!!

📣 🗣️ Go read Stories of the forgotten demigods on AO3!

[videcoeur]

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Send 📣 for receiver to give a shoutout to one (or a few) of their favorite RP blogs. Show some love to your fellow roleplayers!

@muselexum / @sillygum / @medicus-mortem

I am way tooo tired to write a 1000 words about how much I love you all but!!! That's the truth. I think you're all fantastic writer and even though I reply at even slower than a snail's pace, trust when I say I'm still so excited to write with you!

Thank you for writing with me ❤️❤️❤️

[hogwarts-legacy-hype]

@tiny-shot praise and shoutout for the epic of Up & Down

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45011905/chapters/113256091

OT3! OT3! OT3! 📣

Read it here 👇

[untitledmemes]

Send 📣 for receiver to give a shoutout to one (or a few) of their favorite RP blogs. Show some love to your fellow roleplayers!

[frick-yes-dragons]

Shoutout to music 📣📣📣 been feeling off lately but it turns out I was just suffering from sounds deprivation I'm normal now

[robotsrawesome64]

Heyyyy saw you would like some COD matchups

I'm American, but my mother's side is Slavic. I'm white, 5'6, shoulder length brown hair. I wear glasses and have a coquette aesthetic. I'm not skinny but I'm not plus sized so idk what to call myself lol.

I'm quiet and come off and kinda weird when you don't know me (I have under developed social skills due to C-PTSD). I stay to myself, make jokes that don't even seem connected to the current interactions, have a hard time maintaining eye contact. I love space and art, I have ADHD, Bipolar, and C-PTSD. I'm extremely loyal, can see right through people's bullshit, and am extremely understanding of people's unconventional habits. When you get to know me, I'm more chaotic. Not in an "I'm so random🤪😎" way but "I have an idea, I've thought it 70% of the way through, and we will see how it goes together"

If I were in the COD universe I'd probably be a sniper. I know that's a basic answer but my reasons are due to my hypervigilence, good eye tracking, great at shooting (shoutout to Thanksgiving traditions), and preferance for overall quiet and strict environments.

My top 5 characters are Simon Riley, Nikto, Gaz, Konig (Canon, not fanon), and Krueger.

Feel free to ignore, ik that writing can be really draining!! <3

I matched you with....

KU-KU-KUH KRUUUEGER 📣📢♨️❗❓💢💯🆘

^graphic design is my passion

TYSM for the first ask :,,DD So I got carried away, gonna see if ur into it but if not give me a shout to remove any of the warning stuff/private it etc !! (this is on me lmao) dont wanna scare you off w warnings, its overall fluff but i gotta tag em correctly

W: bbgifying fictional war criminals, violence/murder(described Krueger kills hostiles, implication you have), intimidation(Krueger likes killing/is ego aggressive to hostiles/brief aggro jealousy to others), ally very wounded (brief, blood mention, theyll be ok offscreen dw), unexpected gunshot on the range(all g, it was an ally), stalker-y (lately announced presence, lies that the public german nickname 4u he uses isnt affectionate, pre-dating jealousy), vague bad mental health mention, getting triggered mention, unspecified negativeish Krueger coping mechanism, vigilance(nothing happens but ur partners wanted/tense mission), you guys shooting, long mandated proximity, brief 'is bad man?', worry, long read more, light cliffhanger + HC that you were assigned callsign 'Cere'!

(This is a delulu long 2 off, next inbox ask i get to im gonna chill & try bulletpoints instead :p)(req are closed rite now TYSM for them&lt;3 !)

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"You're assigned with Krueger? Oh, buddy." Your fellow KorTac operator eyes you with sympathy.

It was the equivalent of a teacher seating the 'troubled' kid next to the 'good, quiet' kid.

Flash back to pre-assignment: as soon as you met him you didn't need to look into any files to know he was a two-faced bitch. He was pretty socially inconspicuous if not for your watchful eye. Low-effort charisma, flattery, egotisical swagger. Heedless apathy if someone that wasn't helping him needed help. All the calm confidence in the world and he's always at least hiding some part of his face. So suspicious for a dude whose job is murder.

Krueger was 'friendly', but he wasn't the type to get invested in getting to know 'the team'. Meaning, once a blue moon when you both decide to stay in a social space together, the max of your interaction is him staring from across the room and snorting at you. A joke of yours had fell on someone's deaf ears and a solid 4 seconds later he chuckled at it. Or at you. Unclear. You'd felt his blatant gaze burning you through the hood as soon as you'd started talking. Anyway, now you both looked "weird".

Maybe it was a sniper thing? You couldn't afford to get rusty as you settled on the faction base's range; one eye closed to focus down the scope. That familar 'pchow' sound: hit. Cock, reload, hit, repeat. Hit. Hit-hit, wait what? What was supposed to be your target dents in front of you as you hear the same sound, but from along the range. Jesus christ. Someone else was practicing too. You still yourself and resume through their tampering/co-shooting. Once you've had your fill Krueger conveniently had too, revealing himself as your competitor to purr a praise at you as you passed by. "Very nice."

Anyway, that mission you two were sent on. Heavy snow, low hills and wind-swept shrubland before forest. Hostile base right in the middle in which you've been ordered to clear by any means. There was no way they'd be able to send in a team yet without getting spotted, which is where you guys came in. A sniper either side. Hit your shots; everything will be okay. Miss? There's only so many places it could've come from.

There was something beautiful in that moment in the calm before the storm. Only the crunch of snow as you settled into position, impossibly small as you painted the final dot in the break of snow back to white. Above you, an even wider sprawling landscape of almost clear blue sky with a few sparse strings of cloud. You could see the faint impression of the moon. And…another planet? Something smaller, stationary, glinting. It was possible to catch planets during the daytime, sure, but you might know that this wasn't their usual positions. You think you've just witnessed something very special.

Married to that sight was the chill of wind over your many layers, and Krueger muttering eerily calm communications in your ear via radio. It's not like sniper fire could be silent, but you had a window of opportunity with the suppressor temporarily hiding your position. You'd shoot together.

He slowly counted down like he enjoyed it. Regardless of his distracting yapping you both hit, and he shamelessly hissed praise as he eagerly loaded his next.

Cut to your report back, your half-smile fades at a joke that didn't land with your befuddled superior. Krueger snickers. This was a long-range mission. Somehow, you were standing to attention in front of them, half your sniper hood burnt up (??) and Krueger standing a little more lax next to you splattered in blood. Now- you had clutched the mission. Thanks to your half-plan in response to Krueger getting ahead of himself, in which upon your very stressed communication you both went all-in on.

You remember a moment in the scuffle in which you were pinned by the last hostile after rescuing a screaming damsel Krueger (you didn't know he hit that pitch). You half expected the knife stuck through your attackers neck to pierce you too, before Krueger threaded the needle and double-neutralized your attacker with a snap of the neck. Panting, he leant out a hand for you to take, with a tilt of his head. "Thank you, bruder." You'd worked surprisingly natural together come the highest pressure. He didn't want to die, and you wouldn't let him. But God, he gave you a headache.

To your dismay/morbid interest you were assigned as a duo together again. And again. And again. Through trial and error you got more and more used to how each-other worked on the field, to the point his more bloodlust-y spontaneous ventures seemed quite tempting. With the guidance of your planning, of course. You swear you could hear him smirk on the other side of the radio when you finally seemed just as enthusiastic as him. Others joining you on your assignments would have to scramble to keep up with the pace of your symbiosis.

When he wasn't screaming and shouting for his life from the consequences of his own actions/in combat/violently taunting his enemies with concerning egotistical aggression, it was quite peaceful. Something about being able to focus together, but apart. Beautiful landscapes to the sound of his soothing dry tone.

And so, sue you if you hung out a little more.

"Come; you're needed." He'd half-joke with a pat on your back if he saw you alone, inviting you to sit with him and Nikto. The life-or-death nature of your field didn't really breed cliques, it's just when you could pick, two other 'offputting' neurodivergents were much less exhausting (once you'd mostly figured they weren't planning to kill you). Sometimes Krueger would be trying to say something and both you and Nikto would lose focus and have a lighter episode at the same time, which could be funnily validating despite the circumstances.

Nikto's threateningly gruff, jovial energy was kind of infectious. It might just come up in conversation: your mother's heritage. Ooh, Russian? Was it Russian? Do you know a second language? Krueger participated in the conversation, but…fuck, why were you looking at Nikto like that? No, no, you should just learn German with him instead. You'll have enough time for it together when you travel for your next mission.

It was very few and far between where Krueger had given anyone a nickname. Acquaintance German speakers would give him weird looks when he called you 'asterisks/little star'- "Sternchen," with a lingering tone. He'd non-chalantly play it off when you asked, oh you know, explaining it meant star, like the callsign you got assigned. You might explain, oh no, 'Cere' is a dwarf planet.

"Oh, really?" He seemed very interested as your eyes lit up into conversation about something you seemed to like.

Upon your explanation, he thinks your callsign suited you very well. Cere: an exceptional astronomical body usually hidden to the human eye. The largest object in an asteroid belt in-between Mars and Jupiter; muddy and icy; sporting brines, carbonates and stunningly shiny cryovolcanoes. Incredibly underrated for a beautiful busy planet that screams potential life.

He still called you sternchen, ft. "Mein sternchen," that one time. He was aiming for a cutesy secret term of endearment, but 'asterisks' technically worked too. You were his 'yes, and'. Shit, was he really thinking like that? I mean, he wasn't totally shy to it. It's just most of his previous attractions were short-term and pretty baseless for a reason. Especially with co-workers that actually had an allegiance to who they were working for.

Which made it all the more natural for him to unblinkingly step over and in the pool of blood of the person you were both tasked to protect when he saw you go down. He shouted scolding concern as he rushed to help you out even though you weren't even half as hurt.

Or when you felt shit, to say the least. You were stationed together in Berlin for an unpredictably long wait for a high-priority target. A safehouse in the middle of plain sight with you guys on deck. Blend in as civillians, barely working, just…waiting to be called on. It felt like leave, except you were living with Krueger.

It was definitely a little stressful for him to be back in Germany. He didn't intially realize his unconscious unconventional coping mechanisms set you off too, until he did, and he was at your side if you ever needed something. Helping you wasn't a big deal as far as he was concerned; he didn't have the capacity for afflictive empathy to get particularly tired of it. He'd stare at you with a limited calculative look as he tried to think of what might make his (..work)partner a little better.

Oh, staring? It was a natural habit of his to unabashedly look right in the eyes of people he considered safe/close. Just outside he tried to keep his anonymity, but here he offered to also hide his face or something indoors whilst he checked himself for that habit. Wouldn't be anything new.

Neither was finding the right words to avoid misconception/upset; casually, calmly squashing any worries.

Or when he kept bouncing his leg after being in too long when he sat, and you met eyes whilst fidgeting yourself. Yeah, no-one needed to say it to know it was time to go out.

Just two solid, fit foreigners with inconsistent tan lines. Yeah, no pressure. Played it off as his American other-half visiting for the summer holiday, or something. Not that he at all minded. An older couple observing you when he used his nickname for you (it..just meant star, right?); when he put his hand on your back to guide you somewhere less dodgy; or when you both stood close like you liked him to inconspicuously mutter information. In one of those moments you thought he might be a bit too much of a natural at this.

But you couldn't exactly leave each-other; he spared the details but let you know the faces to look for. And when his description trailed off, he tried drawing instead. Uh, yeah, no offence, but you couldn't tell what that was. You tried instead for him, kind of like a police sketch artist. Regardless of whether you drew often or not, he'd walk a little closer in interest, hand on the back of your seat to look over your shoulder with an impressed noise. "You made them too handsome, sternchen. That-oh yeah, much better." He'd joke.

Art was a pretty good way to fill the time. Alongside Krueger teaching you a little German to apply it later- maybe at a till. If you wanted to buy paints or something, go crazy. Company money, right? Fashion was fun, too. Unsure if you'd ever get the opportunity again to have packed nice-nice clothes for a job. Unlike him; he was underdressed compared to you. Sometimes literally.

Whenever the sunlight beamed in through your little window at the right time of day, he'd lay in it like a cat, sleeveless/ shirtless if you were comfortable. Men. Which was of note since he couldn't exactly flash them outside, but aside from the few scars (a couple of which you remember how he got them.) he had some cool (..?) tattoos. Shame he couldn't get one from you. Not that he'd back out if you busted out the ol' stick and poke. But hey, plenty of empty space left for illustratory practice to bide the time?

Time seemed to go quicker. Krueger singing under his breath around the small flat-thing as he tried to occupy himself; laying next to you on the floor when you felt bad; routine window sunbathing; eagerly crafting an elaborate game with you via worryingly stacked things from around the place just to take aggressive turns with each-other making it break everywhere and fall. It was the human equivalent of two ping pong balls in a box. His stories being your podcast as you did art; him sitting still-ish for you and being amused by the cute bow he'd been awarded to his bicep (not that he could compare to your style); loosely giving his hands back to you behind his head so you could fidget with or hold them, whatever you want.

If you liked him back? He confidently didn't think it was just an act of care anymore from the way your gaze lingered on him- which he reciprocated. He'd speak back calmly and try to hide the twitch of a smile with a satisfied tilt back of his head.

He'd hold you like he would've done anyway if you needed him, with the added flair of lulling his head to rest against next to yours as he calmly talked your ear off before bed. Maybe as he lightly traced your cheek where his hand laid, if he felt braver.

Your shared enemies always seemed to go down harder, more violently. Other operators caught snarky comments.

You weren't quite sure how it'd all come to an official head, or not. But as far as you were concerned, with your head on his shoulder, it wasn't too bad to be assigned with Sebastian Krueger.