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tenderfxck · 1 year

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hello!!! i really like ur sub characters they make me giggle ngl cause like awww <3 if it’s okay can I request a Zhongli x reader where during the night he lets his half dragon form out while he rests, so he has his horns and tail out but still looks human (I think that is his morax form) however the reader doesn’t know about him being a dragon so one night as he has his form out, she is having a wet dream and poor Li’ has to grit his teeth and try not to whimper and buck his hips up as she grinds and humps his tail :(( poor baby is getting all the stimulation but not enough at this same time :(( Eventually he’ll come and twitch while slapping a hand over his mouth to stop his whining as his beloved continues to grind all over his tail, rubbing its most sensitive parts and he just has to endure the overstimulation. (Have a good day!)

zhongli//restless night//f!reader//18+

contents: half dragon! zhongli, f!reader, somno, accidental voyerism, shit anon you got me good T T

notes: AAAAAH i'm so late, sorry this took forever, there was a whole lot going on in my life but i’m still so happy you sent this spicy prompt to me, it was so much fun to write💕

it was a time of rest. a time when he allowed himself to relax just enough that he wouldn’t have to keep up the appearance of a human anymore.

the long amber horns were allowed to sprout from his temples, while his long tail resembling that color of oudh wood was permitted to spread itself across the fine sheets that wangshu inn provided.

and yet, now you have spread yourself across him. . .

this certainly wasn’t the plan, but can anything ever go accordingly when it comes to you?

zhongli wasn't expecting to be in such a vulnerable position with you. he was typically vigilant about hiding his dragon-like form, dismissing himself from your company to his own room for the night before unwinding.

but tonight, wangshu inn was fully booked except for one solitary room.

with only one bed.

you fussed about the arrangement, but zhongli merely chuckled, assuring you that as long as you were comfortable, he did not mind the prospect of sharing.

so the two of you shared this bed together. zhongli had thought absolutely nothing of it. he'll just retain his human form all night.

well, that was the plan, until he felt your weight dip the other side of the mattress, settling so comfortably against his form as you quickly dozed off. he could smell the sweet scent of your perfume, feel the soft cotton of your nightgown against him. it was just so. . .cozy. warm and safe

soon enough, zhongli could feel his human form slipping, sprouting those more dragon-like traits without him noticing.

well. . .then he'll just wake up before your pretty eyes even think to flutter open. zhongli will change back and you'll never be the wiser to this altered state he finds himself in now.

yes, a fine plan.

(and one that would let him indulge in the warmth and comfort of you as he dozed off)

but of course, that's when you saw fit to strike upon him.

it is had all started so innocently. just you clinging to him, snuggled up so cutely even as he faced away from you. you had been positioned against him, cradling his back as you spooned his resting form. his great tail was in between those soft thighs, but zhongli had decent enough self-control to ignore it.

that’s when he first felt the thrust of your hips.

he was on the cusp of waking and asleep until the sudden motion enticed him away from the edge.

he thought nothing much of it. just the shifting of your body to a more comfortable position. he was settling in to his pillow once again when he felt the rock of hips against his tail again.

a gasp was caught in his throat, unsure if what happened wasn't just an active imagination on his part. zhongli held his breath, waiting to see if it was just a trick of his mind.

and then there it was again. a long, drawn out stroke of your hips. and this time, the heavenly sigh of your voice to accompany it.

zhongli grit his teeth, listening intently for any sign that you had awoken, but all that graced his ears was your soft snores accompanied by tiny little whimpers escaping you.

unknowingly, in a fit of passion only clear to you in whatever blissful dream your sleeping form had conjured up, you were nonetheless grinding upon zhongli’s ridged tail in what was now becoming a slow, yet steady pace.

“a-ah~ excuse me,” he stuttered, barely able to process the scene enfolding behind him. he stumbled over his words, desperately searching for any way to wake you up without mortifying the two of you. “you seem to be-aah!” zhongli couldn’t contain that little outburst. he gasped at the steady friction you provided.

zhongli couldn’t believe the circumstances. he turned his head, chancing a look back upon your peaceful form.

sure enough you were still soundly asleep, unaware of the lewd situation playing out before you.

it didn’t help that his tail was overly sensitive to stimuli (something left over from more primordial days) and especially that of your wet cunt catching on each prominent bump along his long tail.

“a-ah, wait, that’s. . . nngh!” zhongli tried to protest. he knew the implications this would have if you were to wake up and discover more than just the illicit situation you found yourselves in.

but zhongli had desired you for so long. thought about just what noises you would make in circumstances like this long before he found himself here tonight. and now it was all coming true. right in his ear.

and right against him. . .

fuck. your needy pussy humping his sensitive tail was just too much. the worst part is he could feel just exactly how wet you had gotten using him to get yourself off. he grasps at the waistband of his pants, dragging them down and letting his already weeping cock spring forth from the cotton confines.

it’d shame him to admit just how quickly this little routine had him stiff and aching in his pants. but his self restraint had already eroded to much.

if you were enjoying yourself, perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to indulge himself as well?

zhongli took his cock in hand and began to slowly stroke, focusing on the distinct feeling of you moving against him. he bit his tongue, willing any moans to die on his lips before he dares disturbs your slumber.

it continued like that for archons knows how long. the thrust of your hips, followed by zhongli silencing his moans and fisting his cock quicker, all while enduring all those sweet little whimpers escaping you as you chased your own pleasure on his tail.

it was too much. too much stimulation, too many little sounds. the slick of your cunt against him, the wet noise of him fucking his own fist, the knowledge that you were so close, using him to get yourself off while that pretty little head dreamt about all sorts of perverse things.

too much. too much. he’s gonna-!

he comes with a particularly deep grind of your twitching pussy gliding against his now glistening scales. he clasped a trembling hand over his mouth, willing himself quieter as dragon fangs catch against his palm, feeling himself finally come undone. he basks in the sensation of you humping so diligently against his most vulnerable area as he spills his thick load all over himself.

he panted, tremors still finding their way through his body as he lay spent, thighs and stomach covered in his seed.

he gasped, moaning and twitching in the aftermath.

yet you still continued.

fuck. fuck. archons, you weren’t stopping-!

you kept on grinding onto his newly overstimmed tail, letting out those sweet little whimpers, chasing that high while zhongli has to sit and bear this whole lewd scene as he writhed and panted against you.

this was going to be a long night. . .

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python333 · 8 months

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scary dog privileges — python333

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synopsis ur super duper scary to almost all 141 soldiers, but to price soap ghost and gaz ur just the sweetest little thing ever :3

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & gn!reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

word count 4.6k

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], no usage of c/n [call sign chosen for this fic is 'Cerberus'!], might sound kind of rushed/shitty :{

note normally i try not to rush fics BUT i started this at like 12 pm and as im typing this out its 11 pm and ive only written 2285 words so im kind of rushing this so i can keep up my little posting daily thing!! this idea has also been rotting in my brain for a while, so i might make a hcs thing from it, idk, but for now its just this fic!! also, thank you everyone who gave reblogged my last fic, reblogs are the best sorta motivation for a reader and i absolutely appreciate all of them :> anyway this is all fluff + comfort no hurt and has some soft!ghost in it because hes my dad and i love him so enjoy!!

The Private in front of you may as well have been pissing his pants with how scared he looked. His commanding officer, and one of your closest friends, Soap, had reported him to you for ‘insubordination’. He’d said, verbatim, when telling you about him, “I’d deal with him myself, but I’m too tired to,” so now you had to deal with one of his subordinates.

You sighed through your nose as you looked down at the Private in front of you, the latter comically small compared to you, both physically and mentally.

“Well?” You ask expectantly, raising an eyebrow at him, “Are you gonna tell me what happened?” The Private shakily nods and you can hear him gulp, “Right, yeah, so basically, it was earlier this morning and I was following orders and everything, doing what I was supposed to, then I accidentally interrupted Soap while he was giving me orders, which I didn’t mean to do, I swear, I just wasn’t thinking and it happened and I just— I didn’t mean to do it. And then later on, we were both—me and Soap—talking with a few other people who I guess were some higher ranked soldiers from different tactical operations and I accidentally interrupted some of them. It was—” “I’m sorry, hold on,” You put a finger up to silence him, to which he responds with immediate silence, letting you talk, “You don’t accidentally interrupt someone. Either you do it or you don’t. You don’t just slip up and interrupt your CO in the middle of him giving you orders. Secondly, always refer to Soap as ‘Captain MacTavish’, or ‘Captain’ if that’s somehow too hard for you, don’t act like you get to talk about him like you’re both all buddy-buddy and—” “Okay, but if you’d just let me finish—” The Private tries to interrupt you, making you draw your eyebrows together in confusion. “Excuse me?” You ask, mildly offended that he had the audacity to interrupt you, “Did you just interrupt me?” The Private stays silent for a moment, looking up at you, wide-eyed. His whole face looks even more stupid like this—like he doesn’t even know what he did.

“I asked you a question, Private,” You remind him, leaning down a bit, tilting your head to the side questioningly, “Did you just interrupt me?” “Right, yeah, I did, sorry about that—” He tries to apologize, “Didn’t mean to. Swear.” “Right,” You narrow your eyes at him, standing back up straight and crossing your arms, “Remember what I just said? About not accidentally interrupting people?” “Yeah, I do.” “Could you say ‘Yes, Lieutenant’ instead of that?” You ask, “This isn’t a casual conversation. This is one of your superiors telling you that you can’t blatantly disrespect your commanding officer, so act like it.” “Yes— Yes, Lieutenant,” The Private stammers, which really shouldn’t make your lips twitch at the corners but it does, and you have to fight off a smile, pursing your lips instead.

“Like I was saying earlier,” You continue your words from earlier, “In conversations like these, when you’re not out doing an assignment, I don’t want to catch you referring to Captain MacTavish as just ‘Soap’ ever again. And you don’t want me to catch you doing that either, you understand?” “I understand, Lieutenant.” “Good, good,” You nod, before gesturing for the Private to keep giving you his side of the story, “Continue telling me what happened then.” “Right, so, after that, Captain MacTavish gave me some new orders, and I felt like I had a better idea of what to do than him because I’d thought of something that makes more sense than what he told me to do, so I told him as such, and he acted all shocked like I didn’t have a really good idea, and told me that I was to follow his orders not the ones I tried to give to myself so I told him that mine were better and—”

“Have you read the military regulations and codes of conduct? Ever?” You interrupt, making the Private shut up almost immediately and hesitantly nod his head affirmatively. “I really don’t believe you. Everything I’ve heard so far is a direct violation of it, I just—” You pause to give a small, humorless laugh, “You have me speechless here, really.” The Private watches nervously as you struggle to find the appropriate words to say, before you finally come up with, “Is there more that you need to tell me about?” “… Yeah,” The Private answers sheepishly, making you sigh through your nose and gesture for him to tell you the rest. He clears his throat before starting up again, “And then he said that he’s the commanding officer for a reason and that what he says goes so I said okay and did what he told me to do. Then after that whole thing, he told me to go to your office and tell you what I did.” Why do I have to do all his dirty work? “… Okay then,” You look up at the ceiling and try to think of what to do, before taking a deep breath and looking down at the Private, muttering, “Well, I appreciate that you didn’t go into my office without my permission, at least you know not to do that.” You clear your throat before speaking louder, “Let’s head into my office instead of just standing out here. This is probably violating some sort of code…” The Private nods and lets you unlock the door to your office that’s just a few steps away and walks in after you, being sure to close the door behind him. He automatically sits at the chair across from your desk and you sit down at your own chair behind your desk.

“Right, okay, let’s see…” You dig around the drawers of your desk, before letting out a small ‘ah-ha!’ and pulling a corrective action assignment form out of one of the small drawers of your desk and setting it onto the top of your desk. You grab a pen from the small cup by your desk and write down the date on the form in your usual neat handwriting.

You read a question on the form and look over at the Private, “Could you give me your full name, please?”

“John— John Williams,” The Private stammers again, making you raise an eyebrow.

“Your name is John-John Williams?”

“No, just John Williams, Lieutenant.” “M’kay,” You write down his name and fill out a few more things on the form before signing it off with your name and looking over at the Private once again, folding the paper in half as you do, “I’m gonna trust you to bring this to Soap, and tell him that it’s from me. You think you can do that?” “Yeah, of course,” John breathes out, grabbing the paper from you as you hand it to him. “Yes what?” “Yes— Yes, Lieutenant.” “There we go,” You sigh and lean back in your chair, “Go on and pass that to him. And tell him to send anyone else who’s being insubordinate to Ghost or something, anyone but me.”

John simply nods and gets up, walking out your office door and making sure to close it behind him. You cap the pen you’d used and put it back in the cup where the rest of your writing utensils are, before yawning and leaning forward to rest your head on your desk when suddenly there’s a sharp knocking at your office door. You muffle a groan and wait a moment before calling out, “Come in!” You watch as your door slowly opens, making a creaking sound that hurts your ears a bit, and much to your annoyance, yet another Private is standing in your doorway, looking just as sheepish as the last. “Oh my f— you know what?” You stand up and take a deep breath to momentarily calm yourself, “Who sent you? Was it Soap?” “… Yes,” The Private answers, their voice shaky as they speak to you, the whole thing only making you more annoyed. “Where is he right now?” You ask, walking towards the door and opening it wider, towering over the much smaller Private in front of you.

“The— the training facility.” You blink at the Private and you take another deep breath to calm yourself. “Yeah, no sh— ugh, you know what? Thank you. Just—” You look up at the ceiling and tell yourself not to snap at this poor rookie, and look back down at them, “Just follow me. I have to go yell at him.”

“What?” The Private asks dumbly, their eyes widening a bit in surprise. You don’t bother to look over your shoulder and check that they’re following you, instead just walking out of your office, somehow hearing their footsteps even with the thundering stomping your boots made as you walked.

You eventually made it to one of the training facilities, the only one that currently had anyone in them, and opened the door louder than you meant to. You walked in, the shaking Private behind you as you walked up to Soap and took several deep breaths to calm yourself, ignoring the several rookies that stared at you as you walked over to him. You could hear small whispers forming amongst Soap’s small platoon of soldiers, but ignored them as well, simply walking up to Soap, who finally noticed you. He turned to you and gave you a knowing grin, like he knew exactly why you were here. “Hey, L.t—” “Why have I had two Privates coming into my office telling me you sent them because you couldn’t do your damn job?” You question him immediately, ignoring the small gasp from the Private behind you, “Do you know how many CAA forms I have left? Three. Three forms. Because you can’t deal with your own rookies. If I wanted to be dealing with them, I would’ve let Price make me a CO. You know what I said when he asked me to be one? Fuck no. I said it for a reason.”

“… Sae ye din’t want me tae report onyone else tae ye?” Soap asks, like the little shit he is, in a teasing tone. “Absolutely not.”

“Noted,” He nods, as if he understands, and gestures for the Private he’d sent to you to come back over to him, “I actually got yer message a minute ago from Williams. I think he almost shat himself.”

“I’m kinda happy about that, honestly,” You mutter, “Everything he told me was like… a direct violation of the code of conduct and was just so stupid.” “I ken!” Soap agrees, “I swear, naebody reads the code ‘o conduct ony mair.” “I asked him if he did, and he said yes, but I know he’s lying,” You roll your eyes before adding on, “And you know what? I’ve only had issues with British people ever since you and Gaz started reporting people to me. I think that they’re just the issue.”

“Jesus, I ken,” Soap mutters, “Fuckin’ Brits.” “Fuckin’ Brits.” You nod in agreement, before sighing and looking over at the rest of Soap’s platoon. You look back at him, “I also told Williams to actually refer to you as ‘Captain MacTavish’, so… there’s that.” “Guid, guid,” Soap nods, before clearing his throat and continuing,

“So did ye only come here tae yell at mae?”

“Yeah.” You admit, making Soap laugh lightly.

“And yer done now?”

“… I guess,” You mutter, making him chuckle and pat you on the shoulder.

“Guid,” He says, looking over at his group of soldiers he’s meant to be training, “I think yer scarin’ my soldiers more than mae.”

“How can you tell?” You ask sarcastically, following his gaze to the rookies that were trying their best not to look like they were eavesdropping when they clearly were. “They don’t even know we’re talking right now.” Soap huffs out a small laugh, “Right, o’ course.”

“I’m gonna head back to my office and take a quick nap,” You let Soap know, “So don’t send me anymore people. They’re stinking up my office, it’s ridiculous.” Soap raises an eyebrow at you questioningly, “Why don’t you just go to your sleeping quarters?” “Don’t tell me what to do.” Soap raises his hands in surrender, “Alright, then.” You huff out a tired breath and say, “So if anyone asks where I am, just let them know that.” You don’t wait for a response before you walk away from Soap and immediately hear whispers starting up again, but you ignore them as you walk out the door, sort of used to them at this point. You didn’t know why you were so scary to some of the lower-ranked soldiers (and even some of the higher-ranked ones), considering you never intentionally did anything to scare them. Sure, you were taller than most of them, and maybe just a bit quicker to lose your temper with people, but it was never that bad.

You vividly remember Gaz and Soap when they both found out a majority of the soldiers that were apart of the 141 were afraid of you or at least intimidated by you, the two had said that they wanted you around more often, just hanging out with them, so that they wouldn’t get bothered as much by people for unnecessary things.

Scary dog privileges, you remember they’d said, laughing as they did. It’s actually where you’d gotten your call sign, Cerberus.

It’s not that you hated it at all, in fact, you didn’t mind being a little scary if it meant people were less likely to bother you, it’s just that it makes it a hell of a lot harder to actually talk to people without them starting to stammer or shake.

It was one of the reasons you turned down being a commanding officer—you didn’t really like the thought of commanding a platoon of soldiers that cowered in your presence. Plus, it was getting really annoying, not being able to talk to another soldier that wasn’t Price, Soap, Ghost or Gaz without them looking like all they wanted to do was leave the conversation.

You finally make it back to your office and let out a sigh of relief as you open the door and walk in, closing it behind you, not even bothering to lock it as you immediately walk over to the chair behind your desk and sit down in it.

You reach below your desk and pull out a nice, fluffy blanket and a fluffy pillow to go with it that you always kept in your office—just for times like this, when you felt like going to sleep in your office, for whatever reason.

Were you supposed to be napping at all? No. Would your superiors let you anyway because you’ve somehow managed to get emotionally adopted by both Price and Soap? Absolutely.

You move some of the papers cluttering your desk out of the way and set down your pillow, as well as wrapping yourself in the blanket, and sigh happily as you lay your head down onto the pillow.

Just as you’re getting comfy, you hear a knock at the door. No. You don’t get up to answer it. You just sit there, head on your pillow, nice and comfy. In fact, you refuse to answer the door, because you’ve opened it for two other people already, and God knows who you’re gonna snap at once you open that door.

Another knock—you ignore that one too, knowing full well you told Soap to tell anyone who was looking for you that you were in your office but also knowing that you never said you’d open the door, you just said you’d be there.

You bury your face into the pillow and scream into it, knowing the scream wouldn’t be too muffled with how loud it was, but doing it anyway. You then take a deep breath and call out, unenthusiastic and tired, “Come in!”

You watch the door open and see Ghost step in, and you’re silent as you watch him close the door behind him and walk over to you, his century old shitty laptop in hand as he sits down in the chair in front of your desk and sets down said laptop.

You pay no mind to it, deciding you’d rather take a nap, and set your head back down on the pillow, pretending that you can’t feel Ghost’s eyes on you. “… Are you okay?” He asks, sounding a little concerned as he looks at you bury your head into your pillow, before his concern turns into confusion as he asks, “When did you get a pillow in here— you have a blanket, too?”

“Mmph.” You don’t respond with actual words, even if you did they’d be muffled beyond relief by your pillow. You can’t see him but Ghost raises an eyebrow at you and his lips twitch into a small, amused smile.

“What, you’ve just had those in here?” Ghost asks, knowing he’ll get nothing more than a muffled hum from you.

“Mmph.” “Alright, then,” He mutters, “Keep your secrets.” “Mmph.” You feel too tired to bother responding with anything else. “I feel like you shouldn’t sleep in your office, considering you have your own sleeping quarters you can sleep in.” “… Mmph.” “That’s fair,” Ghost nods. You hear him opening his laptop and you hear it crack when it opens, the noise making you huff out a small laugh into your pillow. God, that thing is so old, it’s ridiculous.

“What’s so funny?” Ghost asks as he types in his password. You don’t say anything in response, which doesn’t shock him in the slightest. You feel yourself start to get closer to sleep, but can’t get quite there, instead sort of just hanging right on the edge of sleep.

You quietly grumble in frustration and shift a bit in your seat, not knowing what the issue is. Ghost notices this and raises an eyebrow at you, but doesn’t do anything about it just yet, instead getting back to his work. Why’d he have to go into your office to do his work? Who knows.

You shift again in your seat and Ghost knows that he’s not gonna be able to focus if you keep shifting—why wouldn’t he just go to his own office?—around, so he sighs and picks up his laptop and drags the chair in front of your desk with him around to behind your desk where you are.

You lift your head up to try and see what he’s doing, confused, and see him putting his chair right next to yours and setting his laptop down onto the desk.

Before you can ask anything, he gently puts a hand on the side of your head and guides it to rest on his shoulder, and—oh. This is much better, somehow.

He seems to know that it’s that much better, too, because his eyes crinkle a bit, giving away the fact that he’s smiling. However, he stays silent, and keeps his hand on the side of your head for a moment before letting it fall down to the side of your forearm, his thumb gently rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

He opens up his laptop once again and types in his password with one hand, the typing going by significantly slower than it would’ve if he used both hands, but he decides against keeping his hand off of you, seeing as it assists in helping you go to sleep.

Are you supposed to be asleep right now? Definitely not. But like mentioned before, Price wouldn’t mind. And you’d probably laugh if Soap minded, because even if he’s a Captain, he’ll always act like a little shit. Ghost knows this too, and with this information, he figures that he might as well help you sleep, since he knows exactly how to help you sleep.

One too many nights spent pacing in your room, which eventually woke Ghost up, which led to him helping you sleep, so that he could sleep too, You sleepily remember, He always said he was annoyed by the pacing, and that’s the only reason he helped you sleep. But now, seeing what’s happening now, makes you question that a bit. Was it his annoyance, or something else? Or am I thinking too much about this?

Cutting off your train of thought is another knock at the door, and it’s not loud enough to completely snap you out of your drowsy haze but it’s enough to make you a little more aware, and for you to readjust your head your head so that your face is practically buried in the crook of Ghost’s neck. His thumb stops rubbing against your forearm, and he glares at the door like it was the door’s fault it got knocked on.

The knocking persists and neither of you say anything, just waiting on whoever it is on the other side to give up and go away, but whoever it is must be feeling pretty determined because even louder knocks sound at the door, making you and Ghost sigh in unison.

You both continue to stay silent, hoping that whoever was on the other side just goes away, but they don’t. You don’t hear any footsteps retreating, and the knocks keep coming.

“Hello?” You both hear Price’s voice on the other side, “Cerberus? You in there?” “Say no,” You mutter into Ghost’s neck. He nods and clears his throat.

“Nope!” Ghost calls out in response to Price’s question.

“… Ghost?” Price’s surprised voice comes through, “What are you doing in there?” “Say this is your office,” You murmur, making Ghost huff out a small, amused laugh and nod again.

“This is my office,” Ghost responds, “Why wouldn’t I be here?” “What? No,” Price’s voice becomes confused, “This is Cerberus’ office.” “No it’s not,” Ghost denies, lying straight through his teeth. You laugh quietly against his neck. “Uh… but it is?” Price argues, “It has their name on the front.” “No it doesn’t,” Ghost blatantly denies, continuing his thumb’s slow circle movements on your skin, the soothing action making you hum contently. You don’t know how, but somehow your humming is loud enough for Price to hear. Does he have his ear against the door or something?

“I can hear Cerberus in there,” Price argues again, “Don’t lie to me.” “Sorry, lamb,” Ghost apologizes to you softly, tone significantly more soft than it typically is, “I think he’s caught onto us.” “… I guess it’s fine for him to come in, then,” You mumble against his neck. He responds with a nod.

“Come in!” Ghost calls out, and almost immediately you hear the door open and Price’s loud footsteps walking in. You can’t see him, but he opens his mouth to say something, when his eyes catch on your face buried in the crook of Ghost’s neck.

He looks questioningly at Ghost, the latter simply blinking over at Price, daring him to comment on it.

He doesn’t, and instead closes the door behind him and walks up to the desk.

“Cerberus?” He asks. You hum offhandedly, and he takes that as a sign to continue, “You okay?” “Mhm.” “You know you can sleep in your own sleeping quarters, right?” “Mhm.” “And you’re choosing not to?”

“Mhm.” Price blinks at you for a moment before muttering, “Alright, then,” under his breath and turning to Ghost, “And you’re here because?” “Felt like having some company,” Ghost answers simply, watching as Price glances at his thumb rubbing circles into your forearm, and continues to watch as his eyes slowly make their way up to the way your face is buried in the crook of his neck.

Price looks at Ghost, mouthing the words, ‘I’m telling everyone about this,’ to which Ghost mouths back, ‘Don’t you dare.’ Price grins at this and opens his mouth to say something else before there’s another knock at the door.

“Are you always this popular?” Ghost asks you, sounding both mildly annoyed and amused.

“Mhm.” You hum affirmatively.

Ghost sighs and he and Price call out in unison, “Come in!” The door opens and you temporarily readjust your head so that you’re just resting your head on Ghost’s shoulder with your face facing the door, and you watch as Gaz enters the room and his neutral face turns into one of both surprise and confusion.

“Were you lot having a party in here, or something?” He asks, closing the door behind him.

“Not originally,” Ghost deadpans, watching as Gaz walks over next to Price and leans against your desk, “What’re you here for?”

“Needed an extra corrective action form,” Gaz answers. Ghost looks down at you for permission to rummage through your desk drawers and you nod.

“Second drawer to the right,” You mumble, and Ghost opens that exact one up and pulls out a CAA form, handing it over to Gaz, who takes it with a ‘thank you’ and folds it in half, stuffing it into his back pocket.

He looks between you and Ghost questioningly, and opens his mouth to say something, before Ghost gives him the same look he did to Price, and Gaz immediately snaps his mouth shut.

“If you’re tired, Cerberus, you should go to your sleeping quarters,” Price comments, tone worried. You look over at him.

“What if someone needs me, though?” You ask, slowly blinking at him.

“Kid, I don’t think anyone would get any good help from you with the state you’re in right now,” Price says honestly, ignoring the small glare you send him. “Anyone who needs you can just refer to someone else.”

You hum neutrally and sigh before muttering, “Fine,” and tentatively take your head off of Ghost’s shoulder and unwrapping the blankets you’d wrapped around yourself earlier, bundling it into a little ball and putting it into the box under your desk, putting the pillow in there as well.

You crack your knuckles quickly and get up from your seat, quickly putting your hands on the edge of your desk to steady yourself, standing up on slightly shaky legs. “I can help you get over there,” Price offers, frowning a bit when you shake your head negatively. Ghost lets out a sigh and stands up, closing his laptop before quickly walking over to you and wrapping an arm loosely around your side, over your arm, pulling you closer to him and helping you stand up a bit straighter. Gaz observes all of this with a raised eyebrow but otherwise says nothing, instead watching with Price—who watched this with disbelief in his eyes—as Ghost walked with you to the door wordlessly, opening the door and walking out of it with you, not looking back as he closes the door behind him. “You think everyone’s gonna think Cerberus is all scary after they see them leaning on Ghost trying to get back to their sleeping quarters?” Gaz asks Price, staring at the closed door. “Somehow, yeah,” Price says after a moment, still caught up in his disbelief, “That is… the strangest thing I’ve seen all day.” “It’s only thirteen, Captain.” “I don’t think anything’s gonna top that.” “Top what?” Gaz asks, a little confused, “Seeing Ghost helping out Cerberus?” “Yeah.” Gaz huffs out a laugh and pats Price’s shoulder, “Jesus, man. I’m surprised that’s the first time you’ve seen that.” Gaz ignores Price’s confused look and walks towards the door, opening and closing it as he walks out, leaving Price dumbfounded in Cerberus’ office. “Huh?”

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strwbrrymnstrenrgy · 1 year

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unorganized thoughts that i may turn into fics

✦konig meine frau✦

this man is a certified freak. like 7 days a week. i stand by the fact that it's always the quiet ones. most ppl look at him and are like 'aww subby inexperienced baby boy' (and usually so do i) but versatility yk. anyways i feel like he actually has a really long tongue, 👀 if yk what i mean. and loves edging, just not on himself because it frustrates him. anyways, back to the original plot of this post, i think he almost likes receiving as much as giving but emphasis on that almost.

he's a clit sucker, sorry not sorry to say it. and loves holding your hips against the bed so you can't squirm. one of my personal hc's is that he can play the piano really good and you know what they say about piano players........

overall he's just perfect. and don't even get me started on aftercare with him cause WHEW CHILE

hes just so. so hot.

i think his favorite part of it though is foreplay. only cause he gets to learn about what your turn ons are and where you want him to touch you. also he just really likes teasing. when you do it to him though, he becomes whiney and impatient, which leads me to my next thing,

KONIG IS A SUB LEANING SWITCH

it's just really easy to get him to fall apart under your touch, like i mentioned in the dick headcanons, he's very sensitive.

he loves kissing, licking and just being all over you and you being fully receptive of it. this man would struggle so hard in public to not do that. he understands that it's not socially acceptable in public but he just can't help it<3 i love him.

oral fixation konig? oral fixation konig.

he has to have his mouth on something, or be doing something to be comfortable. so usually you'd just let him suck your fingers or something to distract him (he just like me fr)

mommy kink konig? hear me out.

like imagining this 6'10 guy who's probably twice my age moaning under me and calling me mommy is just so. mmmm yummy

┆☆ghosty my love☆┆

hmmm where do i even start. yk i feel like i have to preface this by saying i don't feel like ghost and myself would work out if we're talkin about his canon personality so it's hard to write for him without it being heavily ooc.

like he's just too nonchalant. like it's not chalanting for me. where tf is the chalance at.

but anyways, i feel like he's a trial and error yk yk.

like when you're someone like ghost, pussy eating isn't gonna be the first thing on your mind.

so he'd have to practice on you. (that's a great fic idea right there) which ultimately leads to you not being able to walk the next morning but that's probably fine. ghost is so strong that he can probably just carry you anyways.

i feel like ghost would let out more emotion during sex. like he barely even blinks normally. but while he's in the reverse cowgirl position with you while everyone's asleep? expressive as hell.

over time, i feel like he knows your body better than you, when he's edging you, you don't even have to say anything for him to know you're about to cum.

he's very observant in that way.

i feel that ghost would be a hard dom. never a switch.

laughs a lot during sex. not like a full FYSUDUDIHFUGFUTDUYVHUJ type of laugh, just like a little chuckle and it's so attractive.

and and and! maybe it's a little muffled bc of his lips being pressed against your skin.

usually does that when he's like, deep in you and ofc you moan and grab at his hand that was right next to your head, cause he's just so overwhelming, but in a good way.

he def has to cum a few times to feel fully satisfied. pent up military man tings. but like remember when i said ghost has rlly thick cum. yeah. that.

always makes you feel so full. before, when he's shoving his thick fingers in you to prepare you for his cock, which is even bigger. during, when he's fucking his cum into you from the previous 3 rounds. and after, when you're still full from his cum as it drips down your thighs and you try to catch your breath.

he definitely loves making you horny on purpose, just to revel in how wet you are as if he has no idea what he does to you.

anyways part 2? cause i most definitely have more thoughts about this FINEEE man. (and konig, my wife, i didn't forget about her)

#konig smut #konig meine frau #ghost smut #simon ghost riley smut #cod ghost x reader #ghost x reader smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #modern warefare 2 #ghost x reader #konig x you #konig x reader #owner 1 makes a funny

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i will not reblog the post to comment no matter how tempted i am because i refuse to listen to the devil this early in the morning. but i just saw a post basically saying 'if you like to think about characters from a thing you like having sex, you're weird AND did you even actually like the media they're from or are you just some horny loser who needs everyone to fuck all the time?'

and i get it, tumblr rando, you are frustrated or whatever. you made a post on your personal blog on the making posts on your blog webbed site. you are just throwing a huge blanket umbrella statement over a large crowd and catching people who arent who you're talking about underneath it

but i REALLY wish this idea that liking sex or enjoying thinking about characters having sex (or even just shipping in general) = you DONT CARE about the source material beyond a surface level would die right now immediately. do you know how arrogant and pedantic and dismissive this makes you sound? im so so sorry but some people just DO like sex! and like, idk if you knew this, but sex is how some people connect with others or like exploring characters in new and compelling ways that interest them

the post was also specifically complaining about people doing this within, like, a couple days of getting into said thing. dude. what? okay so if i politely cross my hands on my lap and sit still and only think holy thoughts about Media and Character Motivations for one full week and deliver 3 analysis essays to your desk by friday, THEN will it be okay for me to write some bdsm? have i filled my quota of being a Normal and Intellectual fan? did i prove to you that i really, truly care about the source material instead of just being a filthy queer who only cares about icky sex and getting my rocks off?

it's one thing to not be interested in smutty fic/art yourself, and you're entitled to your opinions, and it's fair to be annoyed when the spaces you want to occupy are loud with material that isnt for you. but this rhetoric that caring about sex and wanting to write about it JUST FOR FUN with characters you like from a story you enjoy means that you're like. too stupid or shallow to have actually engaged with the source material beyond it being shipping fodder. that's high-key some of the most rancid shit ive had to hear and y'all seriously need to start scrubbing that out of your brain or it's just gonna rot

#banebabbles #can you tell i see commentary like this way too often #im tired of it

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theyoungeragrippina · 5 months

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✨ 15 gentlebeard fic recs ✨

i have spent the last month trawling the pages of ao3 for you, dear reader, to find the best ofmd fics. all the works on this list:

are longer-form (generally 40k+)

have no steddyhands (simply not my thing)

are generally, all around brilliant (well-written, had me kicking my feet and giggling, laughing, or crying)

are complete!

part 2 and part 3

A Heart Unsated by roughwinds

48k, explicit

"Stede Bonnet has just moved into Orange Crescent. There’s a house on the corner, opposite Stede’s own, with a garden full of flowers and a gleaming motorbike on the driveway. He’s forgotten to buy sugar.

Edward Teach has his morning disturbed by his new neighbour. Enamoured at first sight, he invites Stede round for a chat, and then another, and then another.

This is the story of them."

man i normally avoid fics with lots of alma and louis in them because its just not for me, but literally every second of the family bonding in this was so wholesome i was forced to change my entire mind.

all you left me was a pearl by @sightofsea

88k, mature

"1717. The Golden Age of Piracy. Stede Bonnet sets about wooing the love of his life through any means necessary.

Things do not go as planned."

every day i wish for a precise memory erasing potion to be invented so i can read this again for the first time. i would devour like 2000k more words of this if it was offered to me. brilliant.

forgive & forget by @fool-for-luv

44k, mature

"It hits him then, like a wave breaking on sand, loud as thunder when it crashes, then trickling away into little rivulets flowing back home, murmuring one word over and over and over. Ed.

The problem is, Stede doesn’t recall ever having met anyone named Ed."

so sweet and wonderful, and i wish there was more.

#gentlebeard is trending! by regional_catastrophe

41k, teen

"In which Stede accidentally convinces the pirating world that Gentlebeard (or Blackbonnet or Stedward; there's a poll) is canon, reunites his crew, and gets his boyfriend back."

hilarious & silly & great, but also the most compelling notes of any fic i've ever read. a proper learning experience.

if music be the food of love (then darling, you're a feast) by @fool-for-luv

107k, unrated

"“Hey, so, those two, right, they get together in the end?” Ed asks.

“I would protest spoiling it, but I think it's rather obvious, isn't it?” Stede says. His nose wrinkles as he smiles. “The tension is certainly there from the beginning. It just takes them a while to get there.”

“Good. Would have been a shit story otherwise.""

i love sassy stede and i love ed who is a grump and i love that they share one single braincell at any given time.

If You Were Mine to Keep by @mysterybees

162k, explicit

"Caught between the gallows and the end of an English sword, Ed accepts the Act of Grace: marry into the aristocracy, leave the English ships alone, and live to sail another day. But who in their right mind would ever agree to marry the mad devil pirate Blackbeard?"

Worth every second of tiredness I felt after pulling an all nighter to finish reading.

It's Only Right by hexuponye

53k, explicit

"A modern AU based on Imagine Me & You, in which Edward is a florist who does the flowers for Stede's wedding."

mary gets to be a little silly sometimes too as a treat.

pliocene by unfortunatelyobsessed

75k, mature

""man, it's just ocean for miles.” Ed motions out to the waves, where there is no sign of any sort of ship, their small dinghy pulled far up on the sand. “I told you when the clouds look like seagulls you take fuckin' cover. Goddamn ocean mutinied me.”"

william golding wishes he did something this brilliant and significant when he wrote Lord of the Flies. the best deserted island story.

quite a career shift by @stedesparasol

157k, explicit

"Stede's been posting book reviews on Youtube for two months now. It's taken him that long to finally get a comment, and the person it comes from is rather unexpected."

rip stede you would've LOVED booktube. furious i can never really watch his content.

Semaphore by komodobits

124k, explicit

"Talking things through as a crew is easier said than done, and honest communication has never really been Stede’s strong suit. When it comes to Ed, he is willing to try."

so good that i was properly and truly laughing and gasping and 'oh no-ing' out loud while i read it.

Such Joie de Vivre by @louciferish

94k, explicit

"Professional thief Edward Teach is tired of hole in the wall apartments, shitty pub food, and skipping town every few months to keep the cops off their tail. He’s well past the age he meant to flee the country and retire, and all he needs is One Last Job to set him up for life. When he hears that some rich bastard outside of town has just the sort of treasure he’d trade his good knee for, Ed sets out in disguise to get the lay of the land."

i (so so foolishly) avoided reading this for a while because i simply didn't think i was one for nanny aus. i was so, terribly wrong. don't make the same mistakes i did. showstopping. incredible stuff.

The Chains of Flowers are Fragile Things by @grandmastattoo

62k, explicit

"Stede can't see the shop he's inherited from his late father as anything other than a burden, another insult added to a life that's going nowhere fast. Then he meets the charismatic man who owns the tattoo studio next door, and Stede finds himself forced to consider the idea of home."

maybe i love tattoo shop owner ed fics, sue me. i love this stede and i love his embarrassing mistake tattoo.

The Love Experiment by karawrites

65k, mature

a married at first sight (aus) au. i didn't know i needed it until i read it.

Water/line by @the-gentleman-mermaid

60k, teen

"During a raid on a smuggler ship, Ed finds a merman named Stede locked in the hold."

So good that I would actually pay the author real person money to do a similar story but where Ed is the mermaid.

Where the Daylight Begins by @xoxoemynn

116k words, explicit

"Modern day AU slow burn featuring a pining Ed, a clueless Stede, found family, roughly a million animals, and a very magical house."

This one sort of gave me House on the Cerulean Sea vibes; it was so much fun and genuinely necessitates a proper use of the word whimsical.

#i will add more as i keep reading!!#pls send me recs too i have brainrot so all the media i consume has to be about pirates rn #hopefully there is at least one thing in here you haven't read before!#thanks for listening #if your fic is on this list know that i love you #our flag means death #ofmd #gentlebeard #gentlebeard fic recs #gentlebeard fanfic #blackbonnet #blackbonnet fic recs #blackbonnet fanfic

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shalomszn · 7 months

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found peace in fall

shuri x fem!black!reader

contains : [fluff!] kissing, sweet words, words of affirmation, small meaningful conversations.

- a/n : I’m just feeling genuinely happy, so I wanna spread this energy out. Also, too excited for winter 😍

- notes for readers : this fic is just a reminder of a lot of things, gratitude, keeping your peace, detaching from someone, loving yourself (all the things about yourself, body, facial features..), and many other stuff. If you ever feel, negative, feel free to tap back in here. Love you <3

song inspirations : good days - SZA, I like you - post malone ft. Doja Cat

summary : a small normal and peaceful day of you and your wife, shuri. You guys start your days, went out, giving each other small therapy sessions, just pure fluff and soft things!

9:02am

Shuri and you are a freshly new married couple, the relationship has been healthy the whole time. And you don’t see anything bad coming at all, it’s right now 9am, you were waken by the bright sunlight kissing your skin.

You felt the curly head woman slightly moving in your embrace, you pulled the duvet onto her neck a little bit more in case she catches a cold from this cold weather. “baby…” you whispered down at shuri, the sight of her is adorable. Face buried in your chest, hands tightly tied around your waist, the warmth sharing inside the blanket is comforting.

“mmhhh…” she answered, in order to let you know she’s awake too. But instead she snuggled into your chest, a sign of her wanting to continue the sleep, and you are not gonna let it happen…

“it’s 9:15 baby, I gave you 15 more minutes to sleep..” you said trying to get away from her grip and start your morning routine. “why so stubborn?” she asked loosening her grip enough to let you slip away, you stretched right in the middle of the large window next to the bed.

Your body covering the sun shining, as shuri was seeing that sight and loving the positive energy you’re having just the start of the day.

You walked to the restroom next to the bedroom and started your morning routine, as you were applying the moisturiser on your cheeks, you were greeted by a loud yawn of shuri. Like a cat yawning. [a/n: it’s always a jump scare looking at cats yawn bro- 😭🤍]

you forcely put the kuromi headband on her to keep her soft curls away from her face, “oh I look cute.” shuri said looking at the mirror admiring herself wearing that headband, you, with a helpless expression and slipped a chuckle while adjusting it to make it more comfortable for her “yes yes…pretty much.”

“what do you mean pretty much? I am the queen of cuteness.”

“you’re already a queen of an entire nation you still wanna be a queen of something else?” you said putting the mask on her, and putting those under eye pads on her.

“yes.” and she looked down at you, “the queen of your heart.” as she winked, teasing you fully.

you laughed at that, and giving into her “yes yes…” and fully taking care of her, nearly doing the whole routine on her. Who would’ve expected the precious queen of her people is actually acting like a child and liking the small cute things?

9:57am

After that, you went downstairs to the living room and walking past the kitchen island you opened the fridge. Taking 2 limes and a few lemons, you cut them into pieces and put them in 2 cups of water, as you handed shuri the cup of water “water first!” [a/n : alright hello again, so, I do this everyday, I drink water before literally eating anything, in order to flush away toxins from the body, preventing headache and kidney stones. It’s a very healthy act and doesn’t harm much, so please, take care of yourself and do that 🤍]

Shuri took the cup of water and gulped it, you’re the type of person to force her to drink gallons of water a day. At least 8 cups. That’s what you know for sure.

You left the breakfast making to shuri, she can cook. Like literally, she went to the fridge and grabbed a few types of fruits - strawberries, bananas and blueberries. She heated the toasts up, cutting the bananas and strawberries in pieces, putting the peanut butter on the toasts then the bananas and strawberries.

You also prepared oatmeal, so you took the blueberries and out them on it, also taking the milk and pouring them in. [a/n : banana + peanut butter + bread>>]

10:42am

“Baby! where’d you brought the strawberries?” You asked while picking one and landing them in your mouth while eating it.

Shuri draws her attention at you while she’s putting the dishes in the dish washing machine, “I think I brought a whole box from Tokyo…” she said yelling from the kitchen, since you’re just sitting comfortably on the couch, letting the sunlight hit your face.

“Tokyo huh…” you muttered but then ignored continue gulping the strawberries. [strawberries keeps you away from cancer 😋]

You finished the big bowl of strawberries feeding some to shuri, while she’s just signing a few papers. Once she’s done, you dragged her to the back yard, showing the new flowers you’re taking care of lately.

“new flowers!” you said with a clear excitement in your voice, you wore the gloves and bent down, watering them.

“oh yeah?” Shuri bent down as well next to you, to admire your hard work. The amount of time you took to take care of them, now it’s blooming beautifully, “it’s just like you…” she said whispering looking at the flowers.

“hm?” you looked at shuri, “it’s just like you, blooming beautifully even in this harsh world, blooming and surviving in a world filled with shitty people.” she said smiling softly. “I still thank Jesus every day gifting me with you.” You smiled back, and got up pulling shuri, “check out my other babies!” you said.

These are tulips, the flowers shuri firstly got for you when she confessed her feelings for you. Those beautiful pink and yellow tulips growing in the safe soil, you bent down smiling at the tulips, smiling at the flower that symbolises one of the many important and unforgettable events happened in your life.

“they’re beautiful ain’t it?” you asked while looking at the flowers.

You, are admiring your flowers, while your wife? she’s admiring something else, she’s admiring you instead. Your sweet smile curved on your face, you soft gaze watering the tulips, you hair hovering in the air by the wind.

“yes…very beautiful.”

while you didn’t knew this is shuri saying you’re beautiful instead of the tulips.

11:49am

You and shuri wanted to go out for lunch, somewhere with spaghetti. So you obviously changed your pajamas to something else, you wore an off white turtle neck sweat shirt, with a beige coat, black mini skirt and white leg warmers. For touch ups, you put on those white fluffy ear muffs, black Maryjanes and small gold hoop earrings.

Shuri, who- wanted to match your style. She similar gold hoop earrings too, gold rings, off white crochet sweater, white scarf, dark brown fluffy coat, and some off white sweatpants with boots.

She leaned her left cheek to your right cheek looking the mirror. “we look cute!” she said while casually pecking you multiple times, your hands on her shoulders looking in the mirror “more then cute actually,”

“my baby dress me good…” shuri said proudly jumping around like a kid while you’re trying to warp her scarf, “stay still!” You said firmly, and shuri finally stays still. for a moment.

12:27am

You chosen a fancy Italian restaurant that you always go to with your friends, you sat and let your brain choose what exactly what you wanna eat. Shuri, of course is waiting patiently, her face on her palm looking at you lovingly, you caught her gaze and looked up at her. “whatchuuu thinkin?” You said scrunching your nose.

“There’s a problem with admiring my own wife now?”

“well…” you looked around “no.”

“great, cause I’ll still be staring into your soul even if you’re uncomfortable.” She said teasingly, but she also notices you have trouble with choosing what to eat.

Noticing a dish that’s shown on the menu, as she draws your attention with her index point on the dish name, and a picture. “how about this?” She asked.

It’s a carbonara spaghetti with salmon, and some s cheese on top. “perfect your most latest cravings, the taste of salmon and carbonara.” She then point at the description of the dish, “also with small pieces of bacon.”

You looked at shuri nodding really fast, that’s what having shuri is like, her solving your most minor inconvenience but also not making you feel troubled. “thank you shuri! I know I have issues with choosing.” you said smiling sweetly at her.

She didn’t answered which was quite a surprise, you gently shakes her as she blurted out a few words,

“y/n you’re so…perfect, you have a beautiful and kind soul, a face of an actual goddess…” she stopped and look down at your waist, holding it and caressing it “having the body that I’ll love no matter what shape it is, and your mind, your mentality…” she said looking deep in your eyes “is so strong. you’ve went through a lot, fighting mentally, and you’re still in front of me, being the best gift of mine, being the angel that bast sent me,” she said kissing your cheek. “I couldn’t ask for more when you’re the limit, when you broke the scale of perfection, when the person who invented the word beautiful was because they landed their eyes on you, when your heart is so generous and always having gratitude cleansing my negative energy…” she said her pupils dilating like a cat’s pupil dilate when they see someone they love dearly.

“you are the peace I found in fall.”

- a/n : fall 🍂

#princess shuri #queen shuri #shuri udaku #shuri smut #shuri fanfiction #shuri black panther #shuri x reader #shuri fluff #shuri x fem!reader

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scary-grace · 3 months

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Enough to Go By -- a Shigaraki x F!reader fic

Your best friend vanished on the same night his family was murdered, and even though the world forgot about him, you never did. When a chance encounter brings you back into contact with Shimura Tenko, you'll do anything to make sure you don't lose him again. Keep his secrets? Sure. Aid the League of Villains? Of course. Sacrifice everything? You would - but as the battle between the League of Villains and hero society unfolds, it becomes clear that everything is far more than you or anyone else imagined it would be. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 1

You had a best friend when you were little, just like almost everyone, and the two of you were as different as two people could be. He was a boy and you were a girl. You were the oldest of four, and he was the youngest of two. His family was rich because his dad was some kind of business genius, and your family was – not. You and your best friend had exactly two things in common. First, you lived across from each other on the same street, him in a big new house and you in one that had been falling apart since before your parents were born. And second, and maybe most important, neither of you had a quirk.

It was okay for your best friend. He still had time. People in his family got their quirks when they were two or three or four or maybe even six, like they were supposed to. But everyone in your family is born with theirs. Your family’s quirks do different things, but they’re the same type of thing – powering up or watering down or just changing some part of somebody else, and they’re active until the person’s old enough to turn them off.

You hated being home. You had one younger brother who could turn your hearing up and down, one younger sister who could turn your color vision on and off, and twin baby brothers who could make you throw up whenever they wanted to. Going to school, or going across the street to play in front of Tenko’s house with him and his big sister and his dog, was the closest things ever got to normal for you.

Tenko wanted to be a hero. You knew he’d be the best hero, because he was a hero already, even without a quirk. Nobody was every left out when you and Tenko played at school, because Tenko could make everybody feel included, and you spent so much time trying to placate your siblings that you knew how to make sure everybody had fun. But for everybody to have fun, people needed to be there. Tenko was the one everybody believed in, the one who made everybody feel important. When you spent time with Tenko, you felt like you belonged. Tenko was already a hero, even as a kid. You knew he’d be amazing at it when he grew up.

Only he didn’t grow up, your best friend. You walked home from school together one day, said goodbye and crossed to your opposite sides of the street, and when you looked out your window the next morning, Tenko’s house was gone.

A villain did it. That’s what everybody said, and you didn’t know what else it could be, because Tenko’s house was in ruins, like a giant had smashed it with its foot or someone had blown it up from the inside. You raced across the street without your shoes on, right into the middle of what was left, and even though your parents spent money they didn’t have on a specialist whose quirk let them wipe memories right out of your brain, you still have nightmares sometimes about what you saw. Tenko’s big sister Hana was dead. His dog was dead. His mom and his grandparents and his dad were dead. But he wasn’t there, so you made yourself believe he was alive.

And some part of you kept believing, even after the foundations of an apartment building were laid over the spot where Tenko’s house used to be, even after your family moved away. Your youngest younger siblings, a set of triplets born after you moved, thought Tenko was your imaginary friend because of how much you talked about him. And even once you stopped talking about him, you never quite stopped thinking about him. Your best friend, who wanted to be a hero. Who would have been the greatest hero the world had ever seen.

Everyone else forgot him, forgot him so cleanly that you almost wonder if it was a quirk. But you remember your best friend – small things, weird things, like how he’d sometimes get so excited he’d almost cry. His All Might impression, which was so bad it almost worked. His dry skin and the way he’d scratch his neck. You wonder what happened, why he wasn’t found with his family. You wonder a lot of things.

“Everybody loses touch with their neighborhood kids,” Hirono says when you say something about it, while you and your friends are getting drunk in Kazuo’s backyard one weekend. “You’re not special.”

“Don’t be mean,” Yoshimi protests. “Her friend died. That’s different!”

“She just said he didn’t die. She thinks he’s still alive,” Sho says. He whistles and rotates one finger by his ear. “Cuckoo.”

“There should be a podcast about this,” Mitsuru says seriously, and Hirono and Mitsuko laugh at him. “No, there should! Five people confirmed murdered and a kid goes missing – and it’s never solved? That’s podcast material.”

“It’s newsworthy,” Kazuo says, his voice as expressionless as it always is these days. “Have you looked it up?”

“Yes,” you say. Too many times, probably. “The articles don’t say my friend went missing.”

“They said he died?”

“They don’t mention him at all.”

“Ooh. Spooky.” Sho makes a UFO noise, and Yoji, Yoshimi’s on-again, off-again asshole boyfriend, throws in some spiritfingers to go with it. “Maybe he’s imaginary after all.”

“Or maybe you do have a quirk,” Yuichiro, Mitsuko’s latest too-innocent boyfriend says earnestly. “Your family’s all status effects, right? Maybe you made everybody else forget him.”

“Why would I do that?” you ask blankly. You’re a little drunk. “He’s my best friend.”

“I thought I was your best friend,” Kazuo says. Kazuo’s also a little drunk. “You don’t have a quirk. I would know. I know everything.”

The confidence is annoying, or it would be, if it wasn’t true – and if you didn’t know just how badly Kazuo’s quirk has ruined his life. “Maybe not,” Ryuhei says speculatively. “You only know what you know to know, you know?”

You try to parse that for a second, then give up. Mitsuru is wheezing with laughter. “Come on,” Ryuhei says, annoyed. “You know what I mean. Kazuo only knows the answers to questions he knows to ask, right? What if he hasn’t asked the right question?”

Kazuo’s quirk is called Search Engine, and it’s not an overstatement. He can ascertain anything he asks about, and if the questions aren’t hyperspecific, he can take in vast amounts of information. Too much information for even the smartest person to sort through and interpret without going crazy under the strain. He was going to be a hero, but UA High pushed him too hard, and something went wrong in his head. The smartest guy you know, who used to be funny and kind and should be changing the world for the better right now, is instead drunk in his parents’ backyard, still trying to figure out where his emotions went. You haven’t seen Kazuo care about anything in two years.

But you can see him thinking about what Ryuhei said, trying to wrap his mind around a question. “Don’t,” you say, and he looks at you, puzzled. “If I had a quirk, I’d have had it when I was born, just like the rest of my family.”

“Your family has some funky quirks,” Yoji says. You have a feeling you know where he’s going with this, and you’re not wrong. “Isn’t one of your cousins a villainess?”

“She barely counts,” Hirono says. “What could they even charge her with if they caught her? Possession of a video camera and bad taste in men? They could charge Yoshimi with that, too.”

“Hey!”

Sho and Ryuhei join in on the ribbing, and you lean back against the steps. Kazuo rises from his chair a little unsteadily and comes to sit by you. “You never mentioned this friend of yours before.”

“It never came up.” You glance sidelong at him. “Why? Are you jealous?”

“No,” Kazuo says. He hiccups. His alcohol tolerance has always been weirdly low. “I’m surprised you never asked me to find him. Maybe I could.”

“I know.” If Kazuo ever recovers from what UA High did to him, the government will be all over him. He could find anything, anyone – but like Ryuhei said, he has to know what questions to ask. “I think I’m scared of what you’d find. I don’t want him to be dead.”

“Dead might be better.”

You almost choke on the sip of vodka you just took. “Excuse me?”

“If he died, he died,” Kazuo says. No shit. “If he’s still alive, he’s been missing for fifteen years. During my work-study, I assisted in the search for several missing children. Nothing good had happened to the ones we found alive.”

You hadn’t thought about that, what it would actually mean if Tenko is still alive, and your brain supplies you instantly with a list of terrible things that could have happened to your best friend. Your imagination is pretty vivid. Your stomach turns. “I don’t want that,” you say. “I just want him to be okay.”

“Sometimes dead is better,” Kazuo says again. And then he’s quiet.

You try to get back into the mood of the party, but what Kazuo said sticks, and you’re kind of mad at him about it. The old Kazuo wouldn’t have said something like that, or else he would have put it more gently. You miss the old Kazuo. Thanks to a villain fifteen years ago and UA fucking High, you’re now short two best friends.

Kazuo’s a good guy, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t drawn to him because of who he reminded you of. You have a soft spot for dark-haired boys who want to be heroes. If Tenko hadn’t gone missing and the two of you had gotten to grow up together, you probably would have wound up with a big, stupid crush on him, the supercharged version of how you felt about Kazuo. But a relationship between the two of you wouldn’t have worked out, for the same reason your relationship with Kazuo didn’t work. Being a hero comes first. Being a hero always comes first with guys like them. You probably wouldn’t like them as much if it didn’t.

Getting drunk at Kazuo’s is a typical Friday night pastime among your friends, and usually everybody sleeps over. Everybody usually includes you, but you have to work tomorrow, which means you have to go home. Sometimes you and Kazuo still fool around when you’re both drunk, and you want to avoid that, too. You drink a glass of water and start sobering up while the others are still sorting out places to sleep, and then you tell them all good by and head out, taking three trains in a loop around the city to give yourself even more time to sober up before you have to walk home. You don’t live in the nicest neighborhood. You need to be alert.

When you finally get off the train at your stop, you realize you’ve got another problem. You’re hungry, and you won’t have time to cook when you get home if you want to sleep at all tonight. The all-night convenience store a few blocks up from your apartment is beckoning to you, and you give in without a fight. You’ll pick something to eat, eat it in the store for one last period of sobering-up, and walk the rest of the way home.

You feel a little better with a few bites of food in your stomach, and you’re pretty sure you’re not going to throw it up later. You hang out in the corner of the shop, a good spot to people-watch from if there were any people in here but you and the owner. The TV behind the counter is blaring the news about some villain attack, somewhere – two dumb-ass middle schoolers, one sludge villain, one can of whoop-ass opened by All Might. What else is new.

“Turn that shit off.”

The voice is raspy, and it’s coming from the far corner of the store. So there’s somebody else in here after all. You rise to your tiptoes and peer over the shelves to spot the speaker. They’re wearing a black hoodie with the hood up and browsing for energy drinks, and apparently they have a real problem with what’s on TV – which means the proprietor has a real problem with them. “Got a problem with heroics? Or does seeing real heroes just remind you what a bum you are?”

“Fuck off,” the guy in the hoodie says sharply. “You’ve got more in common with me than you do with them. If you were there, you think you’d run in to help? No. You’d wait for a hero, because you’re useless and pathetic. At least I don’t walk around pretending to be something I’m not.”

Hoodie guy sort of has a point, even if you don’t like how he’s phrasing it. Hoodie guy also sucks at reading the room, because after that little back-and-forth, he yanks an energy drink out of the case and a package of sour candies off a shelf and heads up to the counter. The proprietor laughs in his face. “Get out of here. If you think I’m selling even a stick of gum to you, you’re out of your mind.”

Hoodie guy’s shoulders tense. “You’re so desperate to defend All Might that you won’t take my money? He’s not gonna fuck you.”

You must be a little more drunk than you thought, because you have to clamp your hands over your mouth to stifle a laugh. But there’s nothing funny about the situation that’s unfolding in front of you. The proprietor’s looking increasingly pissed, and Hoodie Guy’s hands are out of his pockets, open and twitching at his sides. You don’t know what either of their quirks are, but you’ve got seven siblings. You know what it looks like when a situation’s about to spiral out of control.

“I said get out,” the proprietor spits. He shoves the drink and the package of candy back across the counter, hard enough that they fall off and roll across the floor. Hoodie Guy’s hands begin to lift from his sides, and you step out of your corner. “You want to start something? Go ahead. The cops will be here so fast –”

“Not fast enough for you,” Hoodie Guy hisses. His hands are all the way up, reaching over the counter.

You scoop the snacks off the floor and duck into the scant space between Hoodie Guy and the counter. You elbow him a bit by accident and he stumbles, swears at you. You ignore him and focus on the proprietor. “Hi. I’m still hungry. Can I get these?”

The proprietor squints at you, nonplussed. Behind you, Hoodie Guy’s gotten his feet under him, and if it’s possible, he’s extra pissed. “Get out of my way.”

“You don’t want this kind of trouble,” you say, ignoring Hoodie Guy. He’s the instigator. You need him to shut up so you can handle this before it escalates. “I know you don’t. You want him out of here and he wants his snacks. If you don’t want his money, mine’s just as good.”

You’re conscious of Hoodie Guy looming over your shoulder. He’s not all that much taller than you, but he’s standing a little too close. You take your wallet out, and that seems to settle the issue. “You’re lucky your girlfriend’s here to help you out. That’ll be ¥1800.”

You pay up and collect the snacks. When you turn away from the counter, Hoodie Guy’s right there, and you get your first good look at his face – or at the life-sized model hand clamped over his face. That’s – weird. You can’t see his expression, but his tone of voice is unmistakable. “If you think –”

“I know, I know,” you interrupt. “You’re not gonna fuck me.”

It’s not a joke you’d make sober, but with the proprietor calmed slightly down, you have to knock Hoodie Guy off his game somehow. It works. He makes a weird, strangled sound, and you grab him by his sleeve and tow him out the door.

He lets you do it, which is a surprise, and you let him go as soon as the doors close behind you. You hold out the snack and the energy drink. “Here.”

You can’t see his face, but you can see one red eye, peering out at you through the fingers of the hand. “It was pretty stupid of you to get in my way.”

“It was pretty stupid of you to go up to the counter. If you’d stormed off he wouldn’t have chased you.” You’ve seen Sho use that tactic before – needle a store owner until they want him gone more than they want to check his pockets. “Just take this, okay?”

He raises one hand and scratches at his neck. There’s something familiar about the motion, and the scarred, scraped-raw patch of skin there. Maybe you’ve seen something similar at work. “Either you used some kind of quirk or you got lucky. Which is it?”

“Neither. I have seven siblings and I’m good at toning things down.” You’ve wished for a quirk that lets you affect others’ moods more than a few times. You had to learn your de-escalation techniques the hard way. “Do you want these or not?”

He’s still scratching, and something’s pulling at the back of your mind, harder and harder. “Seven siblings,” he says slowly. “That’s three more.”

“Three more than what?” you say, puzzled. And then it clicks.

You have seven siblings now. When you lived across the street from your best friend, you only had four. And now you get why the scratching looks so familiar, why there’s so much scar tissue in the place he’s clawing at – because he’s been scratching that same spot for a decade and a half. It doesn’t matter than his hair is grey-blue instead of black, that his eyes are red instead of grey. It doesn’t even matter that he’s got a creepy hand stuck over his face. You know who you’re looking at, and the surge of joy that overtakes you is like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

You’d keep it to yourself, ordinarily. But tonight you’re a little drunk, and you can’t hold it in. “Tenko,” you say, and he freezes like he’s been struck by lightning. “You’re alive!”

Tenko stays frozen until you reach for him, at which point he bolts, and you really shouldn’t follow him – but you’re drunk and it’s your best friend and he’s alive just like you knew he was, so you chase after him. He was a little clumsy when you were kids. You were always a little faster on your feet, but his legs are longer than yours now, and he keeps you at a fair distance until he trips.

It’s sort of your fault he trips. He’s looking back over his shoulder, checking where you are, and he’s not watching his feet. It’s a bad fall. He sprawls out, the hand over his face dislodging and bouncing across the concrete, and you hear him cursing under his breath in a voice that carries a familiar strain. You’ve heard that before. You do what you did back then. You run to his side and drop to your knees, hands outstretched to help. “Tenko –”

“Get away from me! Don’t touch me!” Tenko lashes out with one hand, and instinct tells you to get out of range. The hand he lashes out with looks wrong – hurt, maybe, in the fall. His other hand is up over his face, covering it the same way the model hand was. “Father – I need – where –”

Father. You wonder if Tenko knows what happened to his father – but he’s feeling around on the concrete with the maybe-broken hand, and you realize what he’s looking for. “It’s over here,” you say. “Stay there. I can –”

“No.” Tenko lunges past you, seizes the hand, secures it over his face. Then he turns on you, and the hatred in his eyes sends a bolt of pure terror down your spine.

He knocks you onto your back. You know some self-defense – like any girl, like any person without a quirk – and you kick and thrash, arching your back, trying to throw him off. Some part of your mind is still spinning, because it’s Tenko, your best friend, who wants to be a hero – and it’s Tenko, his forearm coming down across your throat and half his body weight leaning onto it. You cough and sputter, and Tenko raises his other hand, all five fingers outstretched. “Tell me what I want to know and I’ll kill you fast. Lie and it’ll be slow. Who are you?”

You don’t know how he expects you to answer with his arm over your throat. Dark spots are beginning to fill your vision. You shove at his arm, and his hand closes around your wrist. His grip is hot and dry and shaking, and a split second after he’s touched you, the burning starts. It’s like his hand is dipped in acid, like it’s clawing through your skin one layer at a time, and you scream in pain. Or you try to. He increases the pressure on your throat and chokes the sound off. “Don’t touch me,” he snarls. “And don’t scream. Who are you?”

You manage to rasp out your name, and you see Tenko’s expression shift. “We went to school together,” you gasp. “I lived across the street from you. We played together. You were –”

You black out for a second, and the pressure on your throat lifts slightly. “What?” Tenko spits. “I was what?”

“My best friend,” you whisper. Your eyes well up, tears running down your face when you blink. “I missed you so much –”

Tenko stares down at you for a moment longer. Then he recoils away from you, up onto his feet and back five or six steps. He’s cradling his wrist. You roll from your back to your side and gasp for air. There’s a rattle in your breathing that tells you your windpipe’s damaged, and when you blink the tears and spots from your vision to stare at your wrist, you see that your skin is raw, bloody and oozing. There’s the outline of all five of Tenko’s fingers, his thumb and middle finger joined, rotted into your skin.

“Go,” Tenko says. You look numbly up at him and see his face twisted behind the hand. “Now.”

Your wrist – his hair – his eyes – Tenko has a quirk now. An awful quirk. “What happened to you?” you ask helplessly. “Where did you go? Are you –”

“Go!” Tenko snaps at you. “Before I change my mind. Run!”

You scramble backwards and collide with something. The energy drink and the package of candy, which you dropped when you ran to help Tenko after he fell. The sight of them makes you want to burst into tears again. You don’t want to take them with you. You bought them for him. Without looking his way, you pick them up and set them on the ground between the two of you, pushing them towards him so he knows who they’re for. Then you force yourself to your hands and your knees and your feet and run for your life, away from the best friend you now know you’ve lost for good.

You didn’t want Tenko to be dead, and he isn’t. But Kazuo was right, too. Maybe dead would have been better. Anything would have been better than this.

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icarustypicalfall · 2 months

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Commander's last love

masterlist ★ fic masterlist ★ part 3

Phillip Graves x fem reader

Summary He wasn't well-loved, and many would pay a fortune to have his head.

Warnings New oc, self-sabotage, military inaccuracies, highly based on mw2 and 3

note i had this draft for now 4 days, couldn't spare time to post it. Ramadhan Karim to my folks ily 🤍

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"And I am the idiot with the [tainted] face in the corner taking up space"

Mission [A2626]

Location: [CLASSIFIED]

Time: 11:03:15 - 10/10/2022

Phillip hurriedly exited the room. He couldn't help but unleash a string of curses under his breath, venting his frustrations from the past few hours. His ire was focused on Luke his brother, life choices that led him into crashing his butt for more than two hours on an uncomfortable chair, general Shepard and his stupid narcissistic self, the odd moments you chose to mock his stratigies, you and that pathetic of a person he ignored the existence till today morning.

Ever since your encounter in the archive room, Phil had been intrigued and hoped to sit beside you during today's meeting. He knew he had an advantage because, technically, he was your commander. He could sit wherever he pleased, and with Farah's stern gaze fixed upon you, there was no room for disobedience.

As Phillip chanted over some clever lines to impress you. He didn't know what made him interested, or persuasive, he was just following the flicker of light that perked from the wall.

However, his joy was quickly extinguished when he spotted you with another man. Anger welled up within him as he silently judged the fella who seemed careless, lifting you up and spinning you around. Tall, tanned, and muscular, he was the embodiment of strength.

The man eventually set you down, and Phillip averted his gaze. He hadn't realized that you had someone in your life. It wasn't jealousy that consumed him, but rather a profound envy that defied explanation. A fire burned inside him, igniting a desire to burn everything down in that room. But he chose to remain silent.

Phillip entertained the thought of praying for peace, even though he rarely indulged in such practice due to time and effort. Instead, he found himself praying for the slow death of the poor young man who had been yapping for the past five minutes about god knows what while holding your hand.

As everyone gathered around the table, Colonel Farah gestured towards the man, who once again had his hands draped around you. Phillip couldn't help but wish he could just bomb the entire room and be done with it.

"This is Sky, our former subordinate who will be assisting us in Mission A2626," Colonel Farah announced.

Phillip couldn't suppress a laugh. Well, at least he could compete with this guy when it came to having a cool name. Seriously, Sky? How pathetic. Under normal circumstances, Phillip might have been able to tolerate it, but with you clinging to him like a darned jacket? Absolutely not.

He looked up at Sky, shaking his hand with unnecessary force, a display of dominance reminiscent of the old days. "Nice to meet ya, Commander Graves, CEO of Shadow Company," Phillip introduced himself.

Sky didn't seem fazed in the slightest. He smiled, and Phillip couldn't help but think the guy should have been a model, although he would never admit it. Sky replied, "Sky Diver, Sergeant and right-hand of my little Ash.”

You snickered, playfully pushing Sky's shoulder before sitting away from Phil (how dare you).

Phillip could swear he saw a faint blush on your covered cheeks. He wished his words could bring a genuine smile to your face. Instead, all he ever received from you were cold glares and disgusted looks whenever he attempted to tell you one of his uncle Jo's lame jokes from Thanksgiving family gatherings.

In some strange way, it felt like he was back in high school, competing against the jock for the attention of the pretty girl. It was a peculiar and almost animalistic sensation, but to Phillip, it felt like a matter of life and death. He had only known you for three days, whereas it seemed like Ash had known you since you were in your mom's womb.

Phillip could have drowned his sorrows in any bar, downing the entire stock of rum and calling it a night. Or perhaps he could use that bazooka passed down from his great-great-great grandfather to blow up Ash's charming smile and his impressively large, tanned biceps.

He could certainly use a glass of rum.

But Phillip wasn't one to give up easily. No, he had never learnt a healthy way to handle pain or rejection. Instead, he pushed forward and tried even harder, even if it hurt him in the process. He needed to feel alive again, to experience something beyond the constant turmoil that surrounded him. He didn't know when the Reaper would come knocking on his door for another visit that would undoubtedly take his breath away (literally).

In the life of Commander Phillip Graves, the line between life and death was as thin as a coin. Fate had often saved him from falling into the abyss, but he knew that one day he would stumble and never find his way back. He had his own methods of finding enjoyment, whether it was going out, having a drink, or simply doing nothing at all.

He had avoided relationships like the plague. Firstly, he had never witnessed a healthy and successful relationship, growing up in a household that constantly portrayed them as dysfunctional (thanks to his excuse of a father). Secondly, he had never been in a relationship that lasted longer than a couple of months. He isn't exactly a bad person, he tries his best. Sometimes, it's not enough. He isn't a dog, he doesn't know why he bites.

But, as he looked at you, he found himself contemplating the idea of being with someone for the first time in years. Bless his old man heart that had beaten solely for the sake of survival and his ears that yearned to hear a genuine compliment that wasn't aimed at getting into his bed or emptying his pockets.

He knew you would never entertain the idea of being with him. You were young, probably in your early twenties, judging by the lack of information in your file. You were beautiful, intelligent, strong, respected, and above all, loved by everyone. Phillip, on the other hand, was an old dog, a soul scarred by war and battles. He may possess a certain handsomeness, but he despised the scars and every reminder of the pain etched onto his body. He wasn't well-loved, and many would pay a fortune to have his head.

You were out of his reach; he could never have you. Phillip could only watch from a distance, giving commands and irritating you. Perhaps, on the rare occasion, you might warm up to him and laugh at one of his jokes, but it would be as rare as a blue moon. However, one thing he was certain of: you would never be his.

After the meeting, where sitting for such extended period had left him with a square butt (a common side effect of being in the army or any job that involves prolonged sitting), he followed you and Sky discreetly. You were headed to the Mass hall?

Excellent.

He would be there, lurking behind your table, eavesdropping.

Wait, what? What do you mean he was spying?

How dare you make such an accusation! He was simply ensuring he had all eyes and ears focused on that parachute (seriously, Sky Diver? He thought Soap was outrageous). Secretly, he hoped Sky would turn out to be a hopeless hero who would volunteer to dive without a parachute when there were enough to go around (a dyslexic problem, no offense intended).

You and Sky spent the day inseparable, while Phillip trailed behind feeling disheartened. You seemed happy, and he didn't want to ruin that. He returned to his room, where he plopped down on his bed for a solid two-hour crash, hearing General Shepard vent about his weak joints and veteran issues. Phillip wished for death once again. He cursed the old fart's ancestors and every choice he had made in life. All he wanted was to be rich. Why did he have to endure all of this?

Later, Phillip found solace in his bed, relishing the peace after a day of being the sidekick in everything. He believed his soldiers weren't grown men; they were more like children in primary school fighting over toys and blabbering family secrets, all of which embarrassed him.

"I once saw the commander sleeping with a blanket he had since he was a baby," Martin claimed, earning a smack and an embarrassed glare from Phillip.

Phillip sighed, pulling out the blanket in question and wrapping himself in it like a cocoon. He sat down and inspected your file for the seventh time today (heaven forbid a man has a hobby). As he held the picture, it slipped from his grasp, and he noticed that Sky was in it too. Seriously, this man was everywhere. He might as well find him in the pattern of his boxers or in the posters of his old favorite bands.

Now, Phillip recognized most of the people in the picture: Colonel Farah, Alex, two soldiers making silly faces. Sky, with his arm draped over another guy, winking, and a female soldier he had only just noticed in the background, smiling. Who were these people? Who was the photographer? And why was this picture in the archive room?

Phillip sighed, feeling more lost than ever. He could hear your laughter through the thin wall, probably another funny story from Sky, who apparently resided in the next room.

Great.

Phillip let out another sigh, lazily lying on the floor, staring at the dark ceiling until he fell into a deep slumber.

His soft snores drowned out the faint cries that emanated from the neighboring room, disrupting the peace of the night.

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janovavalen · 4 months

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—i adore youㆍ୨୧ㆍ

aegon Il targaryen × niece!reader

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ short story au

—part one — two — three — finished!

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ summary: the two of aegon and y/n never got along. never—all until aegon catches the oh so wonderful, sweetheart y/n targaryen at a club.

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ word count! 4516

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ warnings! drugs (cocaine, alcohol, weed,) typical targaryen incest, small obsessive/obsession if you squint , depression, smut, arranged marriage, pregnancy…HA—sorry yall

fix idea from this tt edit <3

this fic will NOT follow the story line/plot of HOD! although i made up this au, i do not own house of dragon nor do i own the series, books, and characters! all rights

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@dixie-elocin & @iamavailablesstuff

when aegon woke up the next morning after y/n’s departure, his bed was horrifying cold. he thought he’d be rather used to the coldness of this bed every once in a while but given the fact he used to wake up with a woman by his side every other two days or night he wasn’t too familiar with it.

he wasn’t used to this, not a all, not even a little. he found it hard to even leave the house to find a woman to replace y/n but found himself unable. he was helpless. he hadn’t even known her for a week and was already attached to her.

y/n’s had this ability to her existence to make people whenever she met and was around to have them swoon over her just by the simple smile she flashed, white hair she would tuck behind her ear and the way her body swayed when she walked.

groaning as he got up and out of bed he realized he wasn’t even hungry for breakfast. moving sluggishly to his bathroom which she was in last, he tried to get ready like a normal person but would only think of her.

seeing himself not getting any better with looking himself in the mirror and trying to forget about her; his mind started to track over a way to get to her, without raising trouble against the families.

while he brushed his teeth he started to slow his motions when an idea popped into his head that’s usually filled with wine, whores and his bed.

smiling to himself a bit he spit the remaining toothpaste out and walked over to his phone, dialing his brothers number.

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as y/n laid in her room with her phone in hand she scrolled through her social media and looked through her own account of which was various pictures of herself and other things that she’s posted.

sighing while she turned over to her stomach as she sucked on the lollipop that she had in her bedside table drawer—she found that her candy and other treats would last longer then they’re hidden away from her brothers and daemon.

while looking at videos of her friends she laughed a little and kicked her feet in the air slowly as she wrapped her ankles around one another.

when her room fell silent was when a maid came barging into her room along with others who were holding dresses and makeup.

‘what is this!? what’s going on!?’ y/n demanded as she sat up from her rested position and looked around with worry. soon after the maids were settled in her mom came close to follow with her outfit and makeup already down and made.

‘mom—‘

‘my sweet, i’m sorry to wake you up like this im sure you were resting well but we have very surprising guests that aren’t too far away and i need you ready…please don’t give them a hard time like your always doing’ her mom begged while moving over to y/n and giving her a soothing kiss on the check along with her hand being placed on her other.

‘but mom, who's even coming over?’

‘i can’t explain now i have so much to do—i’ll see you later okay!?’ she rushed out of the room and closed the door behind her leaving y/n speechless and a bit nervous. the maids gently made their way over to y/n and ushered her up and out of bed.

‘come on miss. targaryen let’s get you ready’ they spoke to her with calmness and y/n nodded her head slowly.

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getting ready itself took probably thirty minutes or an hour…y/n never kept count on how long it took, everything was made in a rush but was made with no failure.

y/n wore a simple tight dress with jewelry that showed the wealth her and her family held. her hair done in a simple braided bun with two pieces left out to fan over her forehead.

the makeup was simple, foundation, lipgloss and some mascara. giving her a more soft look. very different from what she does on herself which would be more dramatic eyeliner, lipliner and others.

her earrings were deep red to match the dress she wore on her body.

‘your done miss. y/n, and you look beautiful’ the maid that was doing makeup—jessica—softly smiled as y/n smiled back and resisted the urge to gulp a huge amount of warm spit that was burning in her mouth.

as they walked out, y/n was soon to follow as she let the bodyguards shut the door behind her while she held her hands in front of her and walked with them behind her.

she hated the fact that her parents ordered these grown men to follow her everywhere she went. they’ve been almost everywhere anyway—walking down the dark and long hallway she made herself to the main entrance room where her bothers already stood tall.

the obvious look of tiredness and just woken up being printed onto their faces. y/n tried not to laughs as she looked at them. her dad stood present next to their mom who held her hands in front of her.

the guards looked at her who were standing next to the door and they gave her a small look before she gave them a look and a small and quick nod. just at that they opened the door and there entered her grandpa…along with his wife and her kids—one being so painfully obvious aegon targaryen.

y/n sucked in a harsh gulp of air which drew the attention of daemon and jace. he quirked up a eyebrow before letting it falter and looked straight ahead.

‘father, i’m surprised you were able to visit. giving your obvious disabilities of the moment. i’m happy to see you’ she smiled at her dad who stumbled his way over to her with his cane helping him keep steady.

‘my daughter,i’m more than happy to see you and your family are doing well. i am however sorry that our presence was unannounced—‘

‘no, no, i’m happy your here, all is well’ she walked her way over to her dad and wrapped a hand around his arm to help him walk to their dining room.

y/n looked at aegon with pure worry as he looked at her back with a small smirk on his face—he had succeeded into seeing her and that’s all that matters in the moment. as for y/n she was rather unhappy and pleased at the same time to even see him again.

remembering their last words to him she felt her head thump evene harder in her chest against her ribcage.

‘to the kitchen everyone! we have breakfast ready and warm for you all to enjoy’ one of the maids smiled up at the families in front of her. she gave her best face to hide the pure fact she was beyond nervous, her hands lightly shaking with worry.

‘yes…let us eat’ aegon spoke softly as he look y/n up and down, focusing on her neck that would falter and gulp the warm spit in her mouth.

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as the two families sat across from each other. y/n sitting in the middle of her brothers and her mom sitting on the end of the table and daemon next to her, her father on the other table and his wife sitting next to him.

y/n almost scoffed when she saw luke and aemond glaring at each other over the place of waffles. aegon watched her every move as she ate her pancakes in a polite manner, her fork and knife being in contact with each other as she would make a clean cut to have a much smaller piece of pancake.

gods she was gorgeous at everything she did. he was completely helpless sitting across from her. she was so close yet so far away and he couldn’t help but notice and acknowledge the pain in his chest at her paying no mind to him.

this must be a game to her—perhaps a challenge. maybe she didn’t want to give away too much to her parents—that had to be it. there was no other reasonable reason.

‘so, what brings you all here today? so early in the morning at that’ daemon decided to start the conversation which would have stayed silent.

‘ah…yes that.’ her grandpa spoke as he cleared his throat and sat up from his seat with as much strength as he had.

alicent cleared her throat as well before whipping her mouth with the white napkin that laid in front of her as she sat up straighter.

‘well, we felt it would be appropriate and probably better for our family and future generations too…’ viserys looks at his wife who subtly nodded and put her head down.

‘…too marry off our children. aegon and y/n make a perfect match—‘

‘what!?’ her mom yelled as y/n gripped her dress form under the table and looked at aegon in the eyes as he smiled at her.

‘rhaenyra…’ her father grunted as she held pure anger and disappointment in her eyes at the fact her father was thinking of this. sure they’ve done same family marriages for years. that’s how they all kept the bloodline strong in the family and made sure that nobody else had the family under their feet if anything were to happen.

‘no—no i should have a say in this and my say is no—y/n and aegon? i mean…i mean no disrespect but he is not fit for my daughter whatsoever—‘

‘mom…’

‘no i’m being honest and truthful i want nothing but the best for my daughter and aegon is not close to that. he is not worthy of her—he can’t even keep his dick in his pants—‘

alicent slammed down onto the table to stop her from continuing as daemon smirked a little.

‘you will not speak of my son when he is right in front of you. he is well known to his failures but you are last to speak when your daughter was out in a club with men twice her age—‘

‘y/n—‘

‘i’m done, have a good day everyone, thank you for coming’ y/n mumbled as she raised from her seat and rushed out. awh one watched her leave and got up close to follow.

‘where are you—‘

‘the men’s room’ he mumbled as she rushed after her.

y/n felt her beth quicken as she felt closed and suffocated in the room she was in. even though they were unmoving she felt as if they were closing in on her just as quickly as she walked.

‘y/n—‘ his voice weak, begging.

‘stop following me!’ she yelled as she held her dress from her feet to make sure she didn’t fall.

his heart pinged with hurt when he noticed the quiver in her voice but kept moving after her—‘y/n, please—stop‘

‘no! you came into my house and have your father ask my mom to wed me to you? how could you do this!?’

‘what’s the difference,huh?’ he breathed heavily as she stopped her fast walking and stood still, giving him time to breath and see that her shoulders were shaking a bit. walking up to her hesitantly with his hand out to reach for her own that gripped her dress, she allowed him.

‘what’s the difference? we have two days together and after that you told me yourself that if we see each other again then it’s meant to be—‘

‘i know…i know i’m sorry it’s just—i’m not ready for marriage aegon…i’m not—what if in a horrible person, you don’t even know me—‘

‘i know you enough to know you're the one for me…’ he pulled his lips in a bit as she turned around slowly. the small forming of eye bags under her eyes furthermore hinting her tears that threatened to spill.

squinting his eyes a bit in hurt, he placed his cold hands over her face and held it. the rinds that decorated his fingers adding more coldness to his hands as she placed her own over his and held it. the warmth of her body bringing peace to his own.

sighing, y/n looked up into his eyes and smiled a bit before he did back, leaning in to place his forehead over her own as the two of them closed their eyes.

the sound of nothing was peace and everlasting comfort to the two. since they were born basically they were born into the loudness of the earth and their family— y/n more lucky than aegon.

‘i missed you’ he mumbled out as he opened his eyes and she did the same. she shaked a small sweet laugh and shook her head a bit.

‘it’s been…what? a day?’

‘a day and two nights’ he remarked with a shoulder shrug making y/n smile even more.

‘hopeless…utterly hopeless’

‘i’ll take that from you, just so you know if anyone other than yourself were to say that to me they’d be dead the next morning’ he tried to joke only for her to pull away from him, having his hands to grip her own as she held herself at arms length and laughed.

as he watched her carefree smile and laugh he couldn’t help being followed as y/n’s eyes grew smaller with her smile.

after a bit she let her laughter and his own die down, their ringed hands interlocked with one another—‘well we’re shall we go now?’ she asked him, her eyebrow pointed up in curiosity.

now that he had her, he could go anywhere without a fuss.

‘anywhere you want, i’ll be here to follow,’ he replied.

y/n felt her heart flutter with a cheeky smile on her face and her hand pulling his body closer to hers.

‘follow me, to the end of the world then’ she mumbled with a hint of playfulness in her voice.

‘as you wish’ he played back, his hand being pulled by her own that was held behind his back. his chest practically closed with her own.

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aegon and y/n ended up in the garden her family owns. y/n and her mom had liked the life of mother nature and the beauty in the different colors and plants. the huge variety being nearly endless.

rhaenyra had y/n plant a small plant or two on each of her birthdays and her brothers the same—they had more simple plants such as trees or some flowers or cactus. but y/n was in control of the flowers and taking care of the overall life of them.

the two smiled at each other as they walked down the rocky pebbled pathway that led all over the garden.

‘so, is this your family heirloom?’ aegon decided to speak over the silence that y/n invited.

she turned around and held his hands in her own while pulling him down the variety of flowers and trees—‘you could say that…we just like the idea of a nice and clean environment behind our house…i wouldn’t know what to do if they all died i’ve worked years on them’ she smiled a bit as she nodded and looked around at the garden.

‘do you grow anything?’

‘apples, barries, pumpkins…mostly anything. jace likes the idea of having a small market behind the house’ y/n jokes at the remembrance of jace picking his own breakfast almost every morning.

aegon couldn’t really relate—his own family has built themselves around the idea and life of luxury that they hardly shared moments with each other— his sister and brother were the favorites, so they probably have more to relate to with y/n rather than himself.

‘hm…’ he replied. not really knowing what else to say. she noticed this and kicked her bottom lip a bit before speaking once more.

‘come on…i have a place you may like.’

aegon was quick to follow her. his feet hot on her own as they were being controlled by her very presence. he found this a superpower of hers. behind being able to pull him anywhere without his own mind being in control of his body

after a bit of walking, y/n led him to a bunch of trees that closed in on each other and made a perfect circle to close them off of the outside world.

‘i come here to relax, be by myself and sleep…i’m able to get away from my family duties here—free of them’ she spoke softly as he looked at the beautiful plants that grew from the bottom of the trees.

he liked how she was a beautiful person, and loved to be surrounded by beautiful things. that’s what she deserved. that’s all y/n ever deserved. the best for herself and the best things for the rest of her life.

watching as she sat down and patted the spot next to her, he quickly followed to the green grass where she sat. her dress surrounded her body and the fluffiest from it creating a pillow-like look around her.

as y/n looked out into the distance and sighed before laying down onto her back her hair—white as snow, surrounding her head, aegon although placed a hand behind him to support his body.

humming to herself in pleasure and silence he wanted to speak to her—hear her voice.

‘what is it you wish to do with your life? if you were free from this family?’ he decided to ask her.

he loved this question. he thought about it to himself everyday that he was reminded about where he was born and who birthed him. the family he was born into.

he always thought of himself as some rebellious child living freely to do whatever he wanted without consequence.

she looked over and up at him with a small glint in her eyes, humming as she thought of an answer she finally spoke—her voice soft and gentle as always.

‘i would probably party every night…sleep in with my curtains closed without anyone to open them. wear short shorts and crop tops just because…drink and laugh with anyone without being scared to be killed by some jealous person who wished they lived like me. i’d be free.’ she whispered.

he felt a sudden air bubble in his throat grow but he suppressed it. she and him were just alike. the burning urge and need to be free and do whatever—the need for life outside of their own.

that’s what drew them to meet…her freedom.

leaning down, aegon let his body overlap her own, his arms holding themselves up by his forearms, placed next to her hair as his hands held her soft skinned face.

placing his lips softly over her own, she immediately kissed back—the soft plush of her lips molding with his own.

his mind racing at the fact her lips were just like they were when they first touched each other. her lips glossed and warm.

humming into her mouth as he moved his hand down to her neck, she moaned softly with the increased intensity he pressed onto her lips.

‘your so beautiful’ he mumbled into her mouth as she let her eyebrows softly move up—her heart racing as he gently held her in his hands.

‘your everything i’ve ever wanted… y/n targaryen’ he called her by her name, her lips forming a small smile against his own making him smile back.

‘aegon targaryen, you are gorgeous, beautiful and very pretty—i admire you’ she mumbled back. his hips twitched into her own at the sudden compliment.

he was never used to these—at all. not even by the people who should have reminded him. feeling his chest squeeze with desperation for her he leaned back down and kissed her fearlessly.

she kissed him back—with the same amount of affection and desperation—her hands working their way up to his face and holding it against her hands.

her hips rolled against his own for friction in the slight ache that grew between her legs. her stockings and underwear began to soak and tighten as his own trousers tightened around his pained cock.

‘i need you’ she mumbled into his lips while her eyes slightly opened and he kept his closed tightly—trying to ignore the pain that grew stronger and stronger. she saw his resistance and started to hint for him to let go.

‘aegon…please’ she whined—her legs now trying to move more around his body against his hips that slightly moved against her own.

‘fuck—‘ he mumbled while she started to allow him to please himself through his pants and onto her clothed heat.

‘it’s okay’ she mumbled—holding his face in her hands as he whined. putting his face between her shoulder and neck y/n placed her s/c hand on his neck, her fingers working through the small bits of his shoulder length hair.

‘fuck—i need to be in you’ he mumbled in desperation.

‘do it, do it— it’s okay, i’m ready’ she encouraged. while y/n hurried to pull up her dress and make way for him, he moved a hand down to unbuckle his painfully tight belt and pants.

once he was free from them, he let his underpants slip down and out of the way of his cock that was painfully hard and aching for her warmth. the second her dress was out of the way, he moved his finger into her.

she moaned loudly out of pure surprise making him jump to her mouth with one of his hands—‘sh, sh—we can’t get caught…we wouldn’t want your parents to see their perfect child beind fucked behind the trees of their garden by her future husband, now would we?’ he smiled a bit when she shook her head, his hand being moved and replaced with his lips.

she hungrily kissed back with her hand moving down and helping him enter her body.

he groaned lowly at the touch that she invited to his body—a small shock wave of pleasure running up his spine.

‘are you ready?’ she mumbled into his mouth. aegon nodded and let his slight lidded eyes follow her own which stayed focused on his.

the seconds his hard cock was into her heat, the both of them reacted just the same—pure pleasure. he sunk his hips into her as they touched her own which she moved to grow more friction.

quietly moaning with her mouth agape, she let his lips hover over his as he moved his hips slowly. going in and out of her body to crest pure paradise in her mind and body—their souls and bodies becoming one.

‘oh my—‘ she mumbled as she held her hand, interlocking them with each other—her eyes closed and seeking her climax that had yet to reach.

‘your so beautiful’ he admired as she was in her own world. eyebrows turned and mouth slightly open. hair laid underneath her head and drew itself along the green grass below.

as aegon moved his hips faster in and out of her heat, he felt his climax reach, her clutching and relaxing around him—he felt her milking on his climax.

‘i’m close—fuck my love, i’m so close…’ aegon mumbled into her lips that held themselves around her.

‘mhm—me too, me too—cum in me, please’ she held his hand against his face once more as he closed his eyes and placed his forehead against her forehead as they reached their climax together.

finally cumming in unison—y/n let her lips overlap his. her body shaking and his hips unmoving—every now and again stuttering against her own as she milked him dry.

after a bit of silence, y/n cracked a smile, leading him to do the same.

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weeks turned into months and those months turned into years. not soon later they were finally married off to each other.

aegon and y/n had their nights were they snuck out to have freedom of their own rather it be in a club, a restaurant without guards or even a pool to be regular people and have their own fun to themselves.

when they got home every night however jace and sometimes daemon were the first to see them. always hinting they better not get caught by rhaenyra—there they couldn’t be saved.

after their marriage, things settled down between the families, rhaenyra still unsettled and a bit hesitant to the fact that they were to share a home and bed together once y/n officially moved out into his home and away from her.

at the moment aegon and y/n sat in their room together as y/n soothed hummed to herself in her bed and her phone in hand. shein was getting ready for bed and finally stumbled his way over to her, snapping down onto the bed.

she laughed slightly as he groaned and rolled onto his back—‘my back hurts more than ever now and days’

‘awh is your old man days finally catching up to you? can’t keep up, is that it?’ she joked as she looked up at her and gasped in playfulness before going over to her and pulling her down with him.

she yelped and laughed loudly as he twisted and turned her body with his own in their bed. once he started to nip and kiss her neck she laughed and started to slow once he started to calm down himself.

laying down with him on her stomach as he looked up at her, y/n smiled down at him—leading him to pull his body up and softly kiss her lips.

this was what paradise was. this was happiness that he thought he’d never get the pleasure of finding.

‘how do you feel about kids?’ she randomly asked as he parted his lips from her own. he looked at her eyes with his lidded ones and smiled against her lips.

‘i wouldn't mind…a boy—‘

‘a girl’ she cut him off as she smiled. he frowned his eyebrows as she tilted her head slightly against the headboard, looking down at his lips and her stomach.

aegon finally took the hint and gasped as he pulled away from her stomach and looked between it and her.

‘really?!’ he gasped.

she smiled and nodded her head while he held his hands over her stomach.

‘i went yesterday…i didn’t get my period after half of two weeks when I was supposed to and got worried—so i went to the doctors, im expecting for december twenty first’ she smiled as he crawled his way back and over her body.

his mouth not uttering a word but only kissing her lips that smiled into his own. once he pulled away he could only mumble—‘i’m thankful that your giving me a chance to change who i was…i’m thankful—‘ he felt his breath hitch a bit before she placed a hand over his cheek.

‘oh my love—don’t thank me’ she mutters back before inviting him into another loving kiss.

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #short story au ㆍ୨୧ㆍ

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frownyalfred · 4 months

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Hi, Res! Glad you're back! I love your writing (and your posting in general) and missed it. I hope everything good for you and your family!

I was wondering how you come up with fic ideas? That are so natural and realistic yet never came into my mind, like "let the light in" or "end of line" or "come morning light" or–

And also also!!! How you're able to write while you post (like post the first chapter and not have the rest completely planned) and not lose yourself on the plot/details?

Sorry if that's annoying in any way! I I just love love love your writing and I look up to you a lot!

Thanks 🥰🥰🥰

Hi! Not annoying at all, I appreciate you asking. For those fics, they kind of just came to me in slice of life moments? Maybe I can explain below a little better:

let the light in - this came to me while I was thinking about shoulder injuries (my parents both had rotator cuff injuries and PT afterward) and how it must feel very vulnerable for the human members of the League. Especially Ollie who would never want to appear weak because of his stubborn pride. Bruce as a foil/complement made sense as soon as I tried thinking it out. I knew I wanted to write a scene where Bruce inevitably confronts/witnesses Ollie's weakness, and the dialogue kind of spun out from there.

end of line - this fic bloomed into existence because I was pondering what would happen if you full-force punched Clark in the face. If you punch a normal person you can break bones, so what happens when you clock Superman? Again, this was another fic where the dialogue just kind of led the story forward. I knew I wanted it to be outsider!POV for added angst, and swiftly realized I could add in Bruce as Clark's "fixer" for even more hilarity.

come morning light - this one came from me pondering Clark's anxiety at his own near-immortality. I was trying to come up with the best scene to showcase that fear/anxiety, and the morning of his wedding made sense. It also allowed Bruce's careful adjustments and reassurance to shine through in contrast. I also wanted to challenge myself to write something with them both that was purely platonic, which I think I somewhat achieved (mixed reviews LOL).

so I guess a lot of these fics tend to come from "what if" moments, usually prompted by irl events.

As for being able to post a WIP and not know where the story is going, that might be because I am a "feel" writer. I don't think that's a good thing but I digress. I "feel" like I know where the story is going, but I don't know exactly what will happen between point A and point B until I'm writing dialogue. Usually it leads me to the right place, so I know if I post the first chapter without a solid plan for the next 3-4, I can still "feel" I'm on the right path.

Diving in to update is probably the easiest and hardest part of this method. I find that if I re-read the entire fic, my brain generally knows where it wants to go next and the story just naturally continues as I write. However, with borderline that meant I was rereading a 60k fic every few days and definitely wasn't efficient. Plotting the final act of stories generally requires me to abandon this method and reach out to my lovely beta, who is a mensch.

I'm not sure if that was very helpful, but that's kind of an overview of how my brain works while writing. It might not work for you, and that's okay! Try out some different methods and just keep writing! Do it as often as you can, even if it's stupid or never shared or only a few snippets here and there.

#asks #anon #myfic #theresurrectionist #fic #fic writing #fanfic writing #writing tips

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veryace-ficrecs · 1 year

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Steve Harrington with Head Trauma Fic Recs

one of my favorite Stranger Things tropes, here is a list of Steve having head trauma and/or suffering from migraines.

as always this list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Misjudged Your Limits by kikisifi13 - Rated T

"According to Robin, the first signs that Steve was getting a migraine were the little things, things that would seem normal if they were coming from anyone else. Steve had walked into Family Video that morning fifteen minutes late, wearing sunglasses and clutching a thermos of coffee. And sure, it was summer. But the knowing glance that Robin shot Eddie told him this wasn’t that."

After being beaten up one too many times, Steve Harrington has some head trauma to show for it. This also means migraines, which he tries his best to avoid displaying. 3 months into dating Eddie Munson, that particular situation becomes unavoidable, and when Steve is forced to be vulnerable, Eddie doesn't know what the hell he's supposed to do. Cue Robin leading Eddie through Caring For Steve's Migraines: A Comprehensive Guide.

TW: headaches, nausea, vomiting

Odds and Ends by kikisifi13 - Rated T

The plan is this: Steve is supposed to take the kids to see the newest Star Trek movie this Friday. The problem is this: Steve is due for a migraine.

basically the kids thought his migraines weren't a big deal, and now they DEFINITELY do hehe well, with a little help from Eddie and Robin. and Max. she knows what's up.

So Let It Out And Let It In by fangirlandtheories - Rated T

"Steve and his Dad get into a fight so he instinctively seeks out Eddie, only realizing too late that he's in the middle of DnD night with the kids, forcing him to be vulnerable in front of them." Anon request from Tumblr. *** “Hey, Steve, you’re kinda freaking us out dude.” Mike was slowly rising from his seat as he watched Steve’s eyes start to flutter. “Why’s your voice sound like that?”

medicinal by peaktotheocean - Rated T

“I’ve got a friend who is having a ton of migraine issues," Robin blurted out. Eddie's head rose to look at her. That was a new one. "We heard weed helps. Any truth to it?” She asked hopefully.

Uncle Wayne always used to joke that Eddie was too curious for his own good. Eddie just never thought he'd agree with the assessment while selling weed to Robin Buckley of all people.

Sticky Notes by voidpacifist - Rated M

"It's the only music I can hear," Steve answers honestly. Something soft passes over Eddie's face at the admission. It's not pity. Steve saw pity in the librarians eyes as he and Dustin and Robin checked out all those books on ASL. Steve knows what self righteous sympathy does to a person's face, and it isn't doing that to Eddie's. No, Eddie's expression is maybe closest to understanding.

Steve's hearing was already dwindling on the precipice of "not good" after his run-in with Billy Hargrove in 1984. Less than a year and one Russian interrogation later, he loses the totality of his hearing in his left ear, and most of it in his right. To help himself readjust to a world with minimal sound, he starts seeking noise in a way he never expected to — by attending Corroded Coffin's performances at the Hideout.

Eddie wants to know what the hell is up with "King Steve" suddenly showing up to his shows. His questioning doesn't go to plan, and instead he lands himself an unexpected new friend.

pre!S3 —> post!S4

yesterdays shatter, tomorrows don't matter by yellowmarshmallow - Rated M

There were only so many times someone could hit you in the head before you got lasting problems. Steve found that the number was about three.

But now Robin and the kids insist he should look after himself, and with Eddie making it his mission to make sure he does, Steve isn't sure he's in a place to argue.

Maybe being loved isn't so bad.

Stuck in My Head by schrijverr - Rated T

Between Jonathan, Billy and the Russians, Steve’s brain has taken enough damage for it to be permanent. He tries to deal with it, but with the Upside Down coming back, he can’t keep doing it alone. So, he confides in Eddie, the most unlikely person, but the only one who doesn’t yet count on him to be strong. The secret gives them a bond that helps them grow closer together as Eddie has Steve’s back and shows him he’s worth something.

#fanfic #fanfic recs #veryace recs #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #steve harrington has head trauma #steve harrington has migraines #ao3 #ao3 fic recs

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foxhole-pipe-dream · 1 year

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No one asked, but here's a list of my AFTG fics and unposted WIPs.

Reckless, on ao3 — Runaway Neil spends the night trading secrets with pro Andrew, sleeps with him, and disappears the next morning—only to realize he's pregnant when he's states away. Neil finds him a year later and they make a deal. Featuring trans Neil. (+ fic tag)

Dialed, on ao3 — Neil finally upgrades to a smart phone. And he accidentally butt dials the Foxes while in Columbia with Andrew. Complete.

Learned to Lose You, Can’t Afford To, on ao3 — Aaron reflects on how normal brothers act. Or, Andrew annoys Aaron by doing typical sibling things. Complete.

Based on a Tumblr post by @do-i-still-love-kevin-day.

Mother May I, on ao3 — After the downfall of his father and the Moriyamas, Neil Josten spends his days dealing with his mom's unending paranoia, concealing his scars and breaking curfew to kiss their new neighbor. Neighbor AU.

Make This Whole Town Disappear, on ao3 — Heathers AU, to be revamped. Complete.

Ocean Eyes and Fairy Lights, on ao3 — Neil and Andrew go Christmas shopping. NSFW themes. Complete.

Kiss & Swell, on ao3 --- Neil discovers he has a... rare allergy. NSFW themes. Complete.

Crossfire, on ao3 - What Happened to Monday AU. Complete.

Down For It, on ao3 — Neil moves in with Stuart after Mary's death and becomes a recluse, staying in the house. Andrew and Neil bond through an online friendship and eventually meet up. NSFW themes.

Kevneil/Kandreil FWB AU [WIP] - Kevin and Neil become friends with benefits after both being dumped. It's good and strictly platonic. But once his old friend Andrew comes to town and starts showing clear interest in Neil, Kevin might have a problem on his hands. And he has to admit maybe his platonic arrangement with Neil isn't so platonic. NSFW themes.

Sexiled [WIP] — After having the perfect friendship for years and becoming roommates, Matt and Neil start having issues over hogging their apartment for private couple time—aka, sexiling each other. Also, Aaron is a cockblock. It's funny. NSFW themes.

Cruise AU [WIP] - Neil goes on a five day cruise as Allison's fake boyfriend to help make Seth jealous. He finds romance with another passenger—who keeps stealing all the desserts at the free buffet.

The Quarry AU [WIP] — Based on the horror video game The Quarry. The Foxes are camp counselors and there's werewolves. Andrew and Renee have guns.

The Long Walk AU [WIP] — Based on the Stephen King book.

There’s an annual walking marathon across the US composed of 100 walkers. They are not allowed to stop walking or slow down below 4 MPH for any reason. If they do, they get 3 warnings before they're shot dead. The last person standing gets whatever they want for the rest of their life.

iCarly AU [WIP] — Literally just a silly AU that's an excuse for Andrew to beat people with a butter sock and have an obvious crush on Neil. (+fic tag)

Neil enters the marathon along with many other characters, who all have their own motivations. This will not be a happy AU and will feature MANY character deaths (sorry. kinda). Most of this has been planned out.

12 Minutes AU [WIP] — Andrew gets stuck in a short loop. He repeatedly tries to stop Nathan's people from breaking into their home disguised as cops to kill him and Neil. With each loop, he learns more secrets and just how much of a liar Neil can be.

#aftg #tfc #Andreil #all for the game #the summaries and plot points are subject to change for the unposted wips ofc #we do not talk about the long gap where I disappeared from the fandom #<3 #anyway sorry for tags #mine

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silenthillmutual · 19 days

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my buddy @doomednarrative tagged me in a fic writer's ask game so ^_^ let's do this!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

on my current account i have 154. being unemployed and hypomanic during lockdown will do that to you.

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

895,907. i can't tell if that's a normal distribution for my fic count or not.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

at the moment: silent hill, bloodborne, and pathologic. most of what i have up there is for pathologic. i've got other fandoms up there though.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

eight, thirty-one - 1899 kudos (danganronpa)

to quote mika, age 35, of beirut, lebanon: "where have all the good (gay) guys gone?" - 1066 kudos (danganronpa)

(they long to be) close to you - 1021 kudos (mob psycho 100)

all jotaro wants for christmas is kakyoin (and he screws that up) - 810 kudos (jojo's bizarre adventure)

anticlimax - 796 kudos (danganronpa)

5. Do you respond to comments?

i've responded to most comments i've gotten, though it's always months late because i tend to read the e-mail first thing in the morning, head to work, and completely forget to respond. responding feels more personal. i know i'd be more likely to comment on someone's fics if i knew they appreciated it, so i try to make the effort, even if i struggle to know what to say.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

god this is old as hell but probably life in technicolor/the end of all things. they're life is strange style aus for one punch man and genos dies at the end of one of them, and at the end of the other the city is destroyed. the fics are connected, but i won't say how.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

so tired, so tired, my heart and i (pathologic) is probably the sappiest i've ever written a fic so i'm guessing that one!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

occasionally. i got transmisogynist hate for when you finally get inovlved, face to face for writing chihiro as a trans girl, and it made me stop writing for danganronpa altogether. i got a guest user on some burakhovsky nsfw i posted (idr which one) who said "jesus christ, tag your trans shit". and someone who went off on me years ago called vita in motu (pathologic) "borderline mpreg" and they very much meant it derogatorily. so if i seem a lil paranoid about interacting w people there's a reason why lol.

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

i do! i actually write more smut than i post because i am not showing everyone my oc/canon smut. like some friends will be able to see it but i'm not brave enough to show the whole world that. also a lot of au smut recently that has no context and i'm not posting it to ao3 without context.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

i did moreso in the past than currently. we're not gonna talk about the craziest one though<3 love and light

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nah. i've had people write fic very inspired by stuff i've written but not copy-and-paste stolen, to my knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

people have asked but as far as i know it never happened. always thought it would be cool!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes!! w my buddy dj :) also published rps in the past that i shaped up into fics.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

mulder/scully is The Ship Of All Time to me. the blueprint.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

oh there's a few!!

a rebel without a case rewrite that i started because i wanted to fix what i saw as timing issues in the film.

an akira/mob psycho 100... crossover? au? both? i had some real ideas for that one but it's not going anywhere

a silent hill au for mob psycho 100 that apprently someone was interested in enough to try and make their own while referencing mine. it was an audience participation fic and i'm honestly upset that i lost steam on this one because it was a lot of fun!

a magnus archives statement from artemy burakh. the idea behind that one was that he saw daniil die, and then be replaced by another actor... but artemy's the only one who noticed the different actor.

literally dozens of pathologic fics that i have started like you have no idea just how much i have started for that stupid game.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i'm not sure! my partner says i do vagueness well, and the unease that comes with that. i think i do decent at introspection in general

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

action for sure. i tend to do better with thought than with action, so i can write really long scenes where absolutely nothing hapens. kind of an issue!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i don't really do it because i only know like...extremely basic german and i feel it'd be a disservice to other languages to just google translate. i will occasionally describe characters using sign, but again... not knowing it, i don't feel comfortable just saying shit, you know?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

i wrote something like fanfic as a like, eight year old? for a book series i can no longer remember. but for first published fanfic it was either bones or soul eater. those fics might still be out there, who knows!

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

i don't really have one! i'm still really proud of o tempora, o mores (pathologic), vita in motu (pathologic), and my mind has changed my body's frame (bloodborne) <- less sure of that one bc not much feedback but y'know!

who shall i tag.... @stvlti, @brodyliciousbooty, @loudmound, @go-go-devil, @shogoakuji and anyone else who writes, consider yourself tagged :P !

#icarus.txt #ominous fic talk #if you write and i missed you in my tag it is NOT on p urpose i promise #my brain just. poofed out of existence.

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takecareluv · 2 years

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as a jackman harlow request (hehe i'm excited):

jack meeting reader at a pub in london while he's out exploring the city by himself at night. he's on a solo trip and choosing to go out at a late hour to escape potential fans hounding him and because he wants to be alone and see what it's like to be a "normal" tourist in a famous city. he's hesitant at first when reader approaches and strikes up conversation with him, but relaxes when he realizes reader does not know him. the two of them talk over fries and beer, talking until the sun is up, at which point they leave the bar. jack gives the reader his jacket or hoodie as they walk down the empty streets in the chill of the morning, eventually parting ways. jack tells the reader to keep the jacket or hoodie, thanking for the amazing night.

i'm sorry if this was too specific, but for some reasonw when you posted about jack being in london right now my mind immediately conjured up this scenario. regardless, i know if you choose to use this as a scenario you'll make it into something beautiful, as always <3

a.n. liv this is amazing. don’t apologize for it being too specific, it was perfect. you always come up with the best ideas, i swear !!! thank you for sending this <3 also how did you know i’ve been wanting to write something based in london ??? I’m so excited but nervous about this - my first jack fic !! ah i hope you guys like it mwah!

love in london || jack harlow x reader

jack thought it was a blessing to have the opportunity to travel the world like he did. getting to see so many countries in such a short amount of time, visiting places people only wished of seeing. it was all great, but the one thing he felt he missed out on through all of his journeys, was exploring these beautiful cities like a true tourist. being able to walk down the street without hearing whispers and the clicks of cameras around him.

he always felt he stood out more when he had his whole entourage with him. it was hard to stay lowkey when you had a big group plus a security guard following you around everywhere.

so when he landed in london all by his lonesome, he was a little more excited, ready to sneak around the city without cameras being shoved in his face like never before.

* ࣪. ⋆ ✧ ﾟ: * ♡ * : ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪ ♡ ࣪.* ࣪ ⋆ ✧ ﾟ: * ♡ * : ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.*

several hours later and he just wrapped up a meeting with some executives about expanding his upcoming tour to the united kingdom.

he made the mistake of not eating before hand and was now in desperate need for a quick bite to eat, although unsure of where to go at this time of night.

that’s when he noticed a dim light coming from a tiny pub down the road, immediately making long strides towards the quaint spot.

upon entering, he noticed he was practically alone in the joint, besides the two old guys in the corner arguing over whatever game was on and, of course, the man behind the bar. it was perfect, he thought to himself. no one to film him or ask a million intruding questions.

he took a seat at the empty bar, quickly ordering fish and chips, along with a guinness, deciding to treat himself and go all out with the british meal.

and with quiet moments like this being as far and few between, jack decided to take advantage of it and pull out his current read, the great gatsby.

he read quietly for a few minutes, munching on some day-old peanuts, before he heard the seat beside him shift, followed by a soft whisper. “i’ll have a shandy, please. oh and an order of chips as well. thanks.”

it was quiet again for a moment before the soft voice that jack already found himself fascinated by, spoke up once more. “are the fries as good as they say?” he heard you giggle. a giggle he was already in love with.

“they alright. probably been sitting out all day though.” he answered hesitantly, always nervous he was about to get asked for something, with the person knowing who he was.

however, the conversation continued and you began discussing the book jack had closed in front of him. jack relaxed, easing himself into the flow he had with you since you started talking. he realized you had no idea who he was and was now excited to just have a normal conversation with a stranger. although he wasn’t sure he wanted you to be a stranger any longer.

* ࣪. ⋆ ✧ ﾟ: * ♡ * : ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪ ♡ ࣪.* ࣪ ⋆ ✧ ﾟ: * ♡ * : ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.*

unbeknownst to you, hours had gone by since you first sparked a conversation with the cute guy you had yet to know the name of.

in that time, you had ordered two more pints of beer and a second basket of fries before the sun started to rise and the bartender was walking over to you with a bill in his hand. “alright, lovebirds, night’s over. i gotta close up.”

you reached down to pull out your wallet from the small purse resting by your feet, but jack quickly stopped you. “don’t worry about it, i got it.”

“are you sure? i feel bad, i don’t even know your name.” you babbled.

“the name’s jack. now will you let me pay for you?” he responded confidently.

you laughed, “i’m guessing you’re not going to take no for an answer.”

“nope,” jack basically cut you off.

“well fine. thank you, jack. i owe you one.” you replied, sounding defeated. although jack didn’t notice, he was to busy focusing on your insinuation that this wasn’t a one time thing, which made him smile to himself.

he handed the impatient bartender a one hundred pound note, telling him to “keep the change” before grabbing your hand and walking out of the pub.

“i’ll walk you home,” he whispered.

“no, jack, it’s okay. you don’t have to do that. i don’t want you to have to go even further out of your way, you should get some rest anyway.” you tried to reason with him, but you already knew he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“i’m not letting you walk alone at this time. now c’mon, you lead the way.”

you smiled at how genuinely sweet he was, especially with someone he barely knew for that matter. you squeezed his hand once more while guiding him in the direction of your apartment.

you only made it around the corner before jack noticed you were shivering. he was quick to stop in his tracks, pulling his jacket off his body, and delicately placing it on your shorter frame.

it basically swallowed you whole and jack thought that was most adorable thing.

you smiled up at him, getting lost in those baby blues, mumbling a soft “thank you”.

you walked in a comfortable silence for the remainder of the journey, hands still intertwined, before you came to pause in front of the entrance to your apartment complex.

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t consider circling the block a few times just to get some extra minutes with the man next to you.

“well this is me,” you attempted to hide the sadness in your voice, although it didn’t really work too well, jack was quick to notice the pout that fell onto your lips.

you shrugged off the jacket that was three sizes too big on you and smelt heavenly of his expensive cologne. in other words, the comfiest jacket you had ever worn, attempting to hand it back to the boy.

“no, no. you keep it. i’ll just get it back from you next time i see you.” jack said, pushing the jacket back towards you.

“next time?” you questioned, confused but smiley.

“yeah, you didn’t think i’d let you get away that easy, did you?” jack remarked with a smirk on his face. “have a good night, y/n. i’ll see you soon,” he winked, walking away from you.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fic #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow blurb #meg writes : ♡₊˚𓂃⠀◟

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loser-brain · 11 months

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If you have not seen this post goin' around about not giving permission to allow people to take your work and put it into an ai against your wishes. There's the post.

Let's talk about this user's close-minded brain that they left in the replies.

The fact that they believed they are saying "Facts" is pathetic. They even answer a question from anon who believes they are saying facts.

Hey come here, have you ever heard of... plagiarism? It's a fancy word for theft. Especially in a creative field mostly used in writing.

My fellow lovelies, it's that time again.

THE TIME HAS COME FOR ME TO SLAUGHTER ANOTHER BIGOTED IDIOT IN THE CREATIVE FIELD >:D

Ai aka Artificial intelligence, what the hell is that? Glad you ask, I don't know, but in simpler terms, it's code that replicates and learns. The more you interact with it and correct its errors the more it will realize and perfect its code. IT'S NOT ALIVE. It's simply following a code that involves something along the line like us which is growth.

Using ChatGPT for fun is alright. Using ChatGPT or OpenAi to finish a story that is not yours... is not alright. That is where a line has been crossed. A line that violates Fair Use.

And since the majority of AO3 users are not putting their work behind a paywall, it still falls under fair use.

OH but it's a fanfic, we can do whatever we like with it!

WRONG. Fan-fictions falls under copyright laws. So in other words. Y'all are violating our rights by putting them into an Ai. get fuck.

BOOM! BANG! AND HERE'S ANOTHER THING! Ai, in the US, have to have the permission of the original author to have their work used in the testing to improve the Ai ability.

SO GET FUCK AGAIN

Okay now that the facts are done. Like I'm serious, it's done, got any questions, shoot me an inbox. Now we dissect this person's close mind dumb reply.

FYI, everyone is like, destroying this person. I'm serious, oof I do not want to be this person. I still kinda remember the last person that spoke dumbness, but about art. Remember that person, damn, they really got my blood boiling at like... oh hey, it's 3 in the morning... This must be fate.

SO LET'S BEGIN!

"I mean alright but at the same time, Maybe it's a sign you should finish your fanfictions 🙃"

Damn, someone has a lot of time on their hand. And as someone who does has a lot of time on my own hands, I still can't fully finish a fic. Wanna know why, because I'm tired. Like there would be days where my brain goes somewhere and I'm left with trash. I'm feelin' trashy, I'm feelin' moody, I'm even feelin' lost. It's normal to feel empty and want to fill it but don't have the energy for it. So maybe instead of being an ass to people and forcing them to finish something they can't at the moment. How about, maybe, you should stop being an ass and let people take their time 🙃.

"Like, if a fic has been abandoned for at least over a year, I feel like it's ok"

Everyone, repeat after me, fan fiction is protected under the copyright laws.

"Cause like, you clearly aren’t gonna finish it, why should it be left unfinished?"

Who's gonna tell em'? Anyone? *sees you raising your hand in the back, ignores you* Alright, I will! So like, do you not have imagination? Like do you not just, lay there in the grass under a big tree, letting the wind touch upon your cheekbone, and just... dream about the story. Like, don't you just read a volume of a book and just, imagine what happens next. Once you are done reading that volume of the book, don't you just anticipate what happens next in the story? Don't you have those moments where you thought about whether a character was going to die or live? Whether they save the day or not? Cause if you don't then damn, that's sad. You're sad. Like shit man, I'm sad but oof, that's even sadder than me.

"Now I don't think anyone has the right to post that work anywhere cause it's not yours."

OMG, I'M SO PROUD-

"But getting an AI to finish a work that *you have no intention of finishing* isn't really wrong in my opinion."

I WAS SO PROUD OF YOU AND NOW LOOK AT YOU. YOU IDIOT. Once again, say it with me now, fan fiction is protected under the copyright laws. So in other words, THEY CANNOT PUT YOUR WORK INTO AI WITHOUT YOUR CONSENT/PERMISSION. god fuckin' damn it. So close, you were so fuckin' close.

"If you are gonna finish it, make that clear"

HOW!? No, tell me how. How the fuck is someone who is using their free time to write a fic is gonna make it clear for you to understand that is their work and they get to choose whether they can work on it or not. Huh? It's fanfic, it's one thing when a users ask the author to continue the story because that is a thing that writers do. There is a group of people that would take over the fic and finish it for the author if the author just does not have time to finish it.

It's another when a user just blatantly takes it and shoves it into an Ai because AHAHAHA IT'S A FANFIC IT'S NOT PROTECT UNDER ANYTHING. WRONG BITCH IT COUNTS AS A FANWORK. Therefore it falls under fair use and copyright.

Writing is more complex to tell whether plagiarism exists in it. But we're no longer talking about plagiarism if you are just shoving it into an ai machine. You see, that is a violation of OUR copyright. OUR fair use. OUR work.

Oh but what about intellectual property? Are y'all putting your work behind a paywall? no, then it's fine. You still have the power to protect your work. So instead of believing this person thinking they are spilling facts... do a simple Google search. Is fanfiction protected by copyright law?

It's fanwork. Therefore, yes. Yes, it is.

Just gonna casually edit this: The commentators have learned what they did/said was wrong.

This is not a debate post. I'm stating facts that your work is protected and in the US you got to have the author's permission to put their work into Ai tech/machines. If you don't have their permission then it's a violation of their right.

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definitelynotshouting · 3 months

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WOULD YOU STILL LOVE ME IF I WAS A WORM 😭😭😭😭 WHAT A THING TO WAKE UP TO!

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Oh my god thw wings being a physical manifestation of how Mumbo doesnt know Grian anymore. He is an entirely new person, definitely mentally, technically physically-- even if he looks the same. Mumbo honing in on the wings ("his wings ruffle...behind him" "it's a foreign motion...that escapes translation") that are the thing that's different and needs a "map" drawn of it, because it's the only thing that's actually different. Sure, Mumbo can tell grian doesnt even act the same anymore, but that's much harder to put a finger on. He didnt have those wings before.

^I like to think there's some form of uncanny valley effect that people who knew Grian before feel looking at him now, ignoring the wings.

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"Then he smiles, porcelain teeth flashing in the glistering sun.

The cold, open pit of his depthless eyes fails to catch it."

Really fucking love this description ough

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"“You’re not supposed to change me back!” Grian shrills, bristling."

IT'S TOO EARLY IN THE MORNING FOR THIS TEM WTF (it is past 10am)

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"with the exquisite delicacy of a Player"

I SEE YOU YOURE NOT SNEAKY

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The wings again!! *is in distress* (side note i love seeing the world building youve been telling us about finally in the fic!!) Ok this actually makes the way Mumbo focused on the wings mean so much more. Wings are dangerous to code in, thats why Players use spotters. Grian vanished from Evo and showed up on Hermitcraft YEARS(?) later, without a word to anyone, and reappeared with those wings. Imagine going on a trail with a friend whose never hiked before and then they stop responding to your messages only to show up again after a couple of months like "Hey I just climbed Everest". You would most definitely be distressed to say the least. (although, question: how proficient was grian's coding?)

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Man this one-shot. Too many feels this early in the morning 😭 The way you've managed to capture that sense of unease around Grian. His actions are unpredictable- you dont know if he's going to laugh or get upset- really nicely encapsulates Mumbo's internal feeling that he doesn't know grian anymore. Those moments where he laughs or stares with those blank eyes, those are normal-- but linger a second too long, or catch a glimpse of the worlds that have passed since Evo started-- and he can't shake the feeling that something is wrong with Grian

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AAAAAAAAA HI SUN ANON!!! omg im so glad you enjoyed the oneshot!!! :D

Omg YES im so so glad what i was aiming for with the wings came through, thats exactly what i was going for!! This is the only physical indication that Grian has changed, and therefore the most distinct!!! Ofc Mumbo is gonna hone in on that-- its the clearest aspect he can see. And yeah, i think the first few times people saw him with the wings, it was definitely a little uncanny valley, until they got used to it

OKAY I'LL BE REAL THE EXQUISITE DELICACY BIT WAS NOT INTENTIONAL BUT IS A VERY HAPPY ACCIDENT ALDJWKDNEKNDKDE altho i did really enjoy messing with some wordplay in other areas. My particular favorite is the "inner machinations of a dropper" line-- it was such a fun way to refer to mechanical parts while simultaneously making it sound like the dropper is up to no good 😂😂😂😂😂😂

It was super nice to really put this aspect of the worldbuilding into the fic-- one of these days i'll probably rewrite chapters 1 and 2, and maybe do a little editing on 3, just so i can sorta bake those concepts in there with a little more deliberation than i did when i was first posting :] BUT YES altho its not so much dangerous (for a Player, at least) as it is difficult, and very finicky. Grian's coding is super proficient as a Player (he's still working on melding the instinctive coding of the Watchers with his Player brain tho), so he was always very capable of it, but like you pointed out, under normal circumstances he would have 100% asked someone to be his spotter while he coded them in, just in case he bugged out

And yep, we're talking a timespan of years here!!! This is a bit loose, so its subject to some minor changes, but my general timeline is that Grian, once Watcher-ified, was trapped with the Watchers for about 2-3 years before he made his escape. After that he bounced between hubs and servers for a few months, before ending up on Hermitcraft to stay. The fic itself takes place somewhere around early mid-season, i think-- since i headcanon each season to take place over a few years rather than a few months, i'd say this means Grian has been with Hermitcraft for, oh.... a little under a year now by the time this fic takes place, if that makes sense. Again these are not concrete but thats the general timeframe we're talking here. I'll probably make a separate post about this later, but in Player culture its not SUPER weird to go gallivanting on your own for a few years-- but the complete radio silence and abrupt exit from Evo are what make this notable from the norm to Mumbo and everyone else who knew Grian before

Im so deeply and genuinely happy that the sense of unease came across so well-- i was admittedly worried that the pacing was a bit fast for how Grian's reactions kept turning on a dime, but this reassures me that it works :] i wanted it to really feel like this is a familiar stranger we're looking at through Mumbo's eyes, and also i wanted to give Grian some room to display those uglier trauma symptoms that nobody talks about much in fiction. I like to think that first year back on Hermitcraft was a difficult one for him, mood-wise, because behind that rough facade his brain is about as scorched-earth as it fuckin gets

Sun anon i always ADORE your analysis thank you so so much for sending them 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 it makes my day every time, truly. Im so glad you liked the fic!!! :D

#shouting speaks #asks #compliments #hunger au #txt

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