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I can’t believe it’s been a whole year since I started this fic.

a year of late nights writing. a year of thinking about these fictional idiots during my commute. a year of plotting, editing, revising, and occasionally staring at a blank document while questioning every life choice that led me here.

sure, it’s “just fanfiction,” but it’s also been an outlet, a creative challenge, and a story I genuinely believe in. writing Vaera’s journey has taught me more about storytelling than I ever expected when I sat down and started typing Chapter 1.

to celebrate, here’s a small snippet from Chapter 40: There You Are.

“Forgive me, Father,” it starts. The words crowd each other, hurried and heavy-handed. “…for I cannot help but admire the Chosen of your sworn foe: Enver Gort–” The ink is smudged at the end of his name, having dried into a less opaque splotch. Similar smudges litter the rest of the letter. Something slithers up your spine – pricks goosebumps along your arm. You rub your thumb across his name. “Darling?” You fold the letter in your hand, quickly stashing it behind your breastplate.

if you’ve been reading along: thank you. every comment, kudos, bookmark, and scream in my inbox has meant more than you know.

and if you’ve been thinking about checking it out, now’s as good a time as any <3