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Ayesha Liveblogs Spy x Family S1

"Proof that the foreign minister wears a toupée. I even have the negatives." "Well done. Now we can force him to resign." How could this possibly be enough to force a resignation? Is wearing a toupée a sign of dishonesty or shame in this cultural context??

"In an era in which the nations of the world were waging a fierce war of information just out of sight, this man survived the battlefield by being a master of disguise." Ooooh is this a historical anime? How fun!

Update from 1 minute later: The newspaper confirms this as a Cold War-era story!! Colour me intrigued

"Farewell. May you find happiness." What a polite end to such a callous breakup LMAO

Why does Donovan Desmond look so incredibly haunted LOL

"In order to achieve this [spy mission] you will get married and have a child." Ah, there we are with the premise!

Of all the spy strengths they've displayed thus far, I am most impressed with this blond man's ability to pull a newspaper apart without bending it. You must need to generate a lot of force:

"Yeah, sure. Take whichever one you want." This is about the average regard for orphans in Shonen Anime Societies

"This little girl happened to be a telepath." She's a WHAT NOW? What a casual way to introduce this fact

Honestly the random facts about what Anya likes and the bursting into tears with unclear motivation seems very much a realistic parent and child experience

"I just don't understand this irrational behaviour." I love how quickly Loid Forger aka Twilight, International Spy, has been foiled by this tiny, psychic child

Loid is approaching parenthood very casually so far. Surely a spy (pretending to be a psychologist, even) can recognize the psychological impact of abandonment on a child

Fjlkjfljflf what kind of society allows Loid to barricade his six (or maybe four) year-old child inside their apartment unsupervised all day LMAOOO

SCREAM not Anya immediately revealing their location from playing spy games. Also a very realistic problem to have

"Boss, I think we should just give up on the toupée." [Pulls out a gun and shoots him] "Transparency is essential in government. Toupées are a no-go." WHY ON EARTH ARE TOUPÉES THE ULTIMATE SPY PLOT DEVICE JFKJFJF

Love that the betrayal of the nation is SECOND to the toupée. They said: Wigs are for liars and cowards

"No one reached out their hand to save me. I felt alone, in despair, and so powerless all I could do was cry." We have unlocked Loid's parental instincts AND his tragic backstory in the span of 1 and a half minutes

"I'm a failure as a spy? No. My mistake was putting that little girl in danger to begin with. How could I forget? To create a world where children won't have to cry... That's why I became a spy." Alright Loid, colour me charmed:

Ahhhhhh I love Loid giving his enemy the chance to go back to his daughter instead of attacking him

Loid deciding to take Anya back with him despite all his misgivings bc he wants to give her a home 🥺💘 HE'S NICE

"Papa is a huge liar. But he's such a cool liar." Awww, Anya

I can see how being psychic and being able to hear every single child's confusion during a test would be distracting

"I... relaxed? What the hell is going on with me?" FATHERHOOD

"It is mandatory that the applicant attend with both parents. Absolutely no exceptions." For a society with such a cavalier approach to violence and orphans (at least where Loid goes), you'd think they'd be more accepting of single parents

Everyone's absolutely on Yor's ass for being a single 27-year-old. [Yor as Charlotte Lucas voice] I'm 27 years old. I have no money and no prospects. I'm already a burden to my brother—

"I have a client for you, Thorn Princess." Is Thorn Princess Yor's sleeper agent activation phrase? Her whole face darkened

Clearly Yor doesn't have the same violence-aversion as Loid:

Yor ready to fall in love with anyone who's nice to her. Mgkjgkg but same perhaps

"A spy...An assassin...? I'm... so excited!" [Narrator voiceover] "The little girl was straving for entertainment." The narrator's interjections are very funny

HAHAHAHA I love that they're both trying to fake date each other for very different reasons. Incredible, 10/10, love this

It's fun that Franky, spy gadget guy, is also now mission back-up

Also I take back everything I said about Loid's violence aversion

"I'll be sure to tell your brother that you came alone." Why is every woman that Yor works with (and, it seems, every woman with more than one line in this show thus far) seem to be so mean-spirited LOL

HFHLKHGLHGLGH Loid showing up to the party covered in blood and introducing himself as her husband when she needed a boyfriend. We love a spy who is terrible at his job

Loid managing to somehow make a really amazing impression on this party by being hot and defending Yor's past as a masseuse (murderer). GOOD FOR HIM

"The concussive recovery method is the latest in modern medical practices." Imagine going to your doctor for a prescription and having them kickbox you into submission LMAO

"Um, Loid-san, this may not be the best moment to ask, but why don't we get married?" SCREAMING AT YOR BEING THE ONE TO PROPOSE AND HOW KNOCKS THE WIND OUT OF LOID:

"No matter what hardships await us, let us be there for one another." [Explosions go off in the background] Colour me sold on this grenade-pin ring and spy-assassin romance

I love that they're going on a little family outing to prep for their interview

I can also understand how a political rally would be stressful for Anya

"I've completed countless missions, yet once again I find myself losing heart." Loid will eventually get used to his girls who are obssessed with nuts and knives 💞

All of them calling attention to themselves by helping an old lady deal with a purse snatcher ❣️ I love this family. I've only had the Forgers for two episodes but if anything happened to them I would [redact] everyone in this room and then myself

"I guess... receiving thanks every once in a while wouldn't hurt." "Papa is a softie." YEAH HE IS

"Papa and Mama are flirting." "No we are not!" HEE HEE

"Anya, are you going to be okay in this crowd?" Dad Mode Activated

Ohhhhhhh Anya helping the cow through her fear. Baby!!!!

OHGHGLGHLKGH setting aside how they managed to have at least three outfits in that suitcase, I really want to know how the quick change is happening in the middle of this cobblestone pathway to the school

"Why are you getting irritated, Loid? She's not even your real wife." I love that whenever someone makes an out-of-pocket insult to Yor (her coworker calling her a whore, this dorm master critiquing her lack of cooking) Loid jumps in and he's like, HEY, THAT'S MY WIFE

"My Papa and Mama are both so much fun, and I love them very much. I want to be with them forever." I also want this family to stay together forever, Anya 💗

Both Yor and Loid ready to fight this jerk for making their daughter cry!! I love them

The hope that Loid has because of his new family. This is really fulfilling a deepseated psychological need that I had to watch an anime that's just about a nice man

"He might just be the best spy in Westalis, so don't worry too much." With all due respect, that doesn't say much for the other spies, considering how suspiciously Loid acts everywhere he goes

Yor genuinely considering murdering someone to get her daughter into school 💝 Parenting!

"I appreciate the attempt at consolation, my elegant boy." This is how I will be responding to all attempts for someone to comfort me from now on

Loid just carrying a party popper around in his pocket for when Anya gets in. I LOVE HEEEM

Loid can waste government resources on a little play mission for his family. As a treat

"He's requesting agents. As many as possible," incredible how Loid immediately folds to his daughter's request to be attacked by enemies LMAOOO

HAHAHAHA Loid telling them in morse code it's an imperative part of Operation Strix, which is technically true, but not at all for any reason they would think

The way they're all like, "I will JUMP at the chance to attack Loid, been waiting my whole life for this," is also really fun

I was waiting for the spy costume. I am so glad it is a plot point

I can't decide what I enjoy more, Loid's blush over having to put on the costume mask, or the way the other spies are fangirling over him

Loid getting his butt kicked by Yor in this drunk roleplay does make me wonder if we're going to see that her assassination missions run contrary to his goals of peacekeeping

"I've come to save you, Princess Anya." "Papa!" "Wait, I'm supposed to be your dad in this?" AWWWW ANYA JUST WANTED TO HER DAD TO ACT OUT SAVING HER

In fairness to Anya's fear of kidnapping, she has been kidnapped before!

"Though, you're usually on the ball, so [discussing Operation Strix Phase 2] may not be necessary." "Well... I may actually be off my game lately." At least Loid's willing to own up to it LMAOOO

Firstly, what happened just now was definitely an attempted [redacted] crime, which is hideously uncalled for, what the fuck. But secondly: I love Yor and Anya bonding time

"I know it's really dangerous to be an Eden student now. But it won't be as scary if I train. I can do my best at school without dying!" I do love the idea of teaching this tiny child fighting techniques, but my god, what a thing to say

"Even if I can't be like a normal mother, I'm going to do everything I can for her." YOOOOOOOOOOOOR I love you

"She's already realized how amazing I am and fallen for me." Incredible confidence from Damian Desmond, Very Rich Six-Year-Old LMAO

"Mama, you liar. Smiling didn't help at all." I am very entertained by Anya's psychic child conflict management

Ffjhfkhfk I really do love the way that Anya tries her best to do things in a way that her parents would most approve of. Smiling first, trying to not get in trouble in front of the teacher when she punches Damian, claiming defence of a friend. She's a good kid!

What will Loid, who is not actually a psychologist, be doing during the day while Anya goes to school and his wife does her work. I hope it involves costumes

Update from 1 minute later: At the very least, it involves stalking elementary students from a rooftop

Update from 4 minutes later: IT DID INVOLVE COSTUMES!

Also. Also. How the hell would Loid's plan work if his daughter was NOT psychic. Like yeah yeah yeah, she knows she's supposed to be a good student. But it doesn't seem like he's explicitly told her out loud to be friends with Damian. So is he just hoping for her organic success? It's a good thing his baby knows exactly what he's thinking LMAO

I love that Becky has decided to be Anya's no. 1 supporter. She needs a friend!!

"Why do I find it so hard to speak when she's in front of me?" In a very expected turn of events, lil Damian has a crush:

"Plan B is done for." You are wrong Loid! Plan Befriend has simply turned to Plan Boy Has a Crush on Your Daughter

This at-home tutoring really resonates with my experience of being the child of Asian parents with high expectations when it comes to their children's innate talent for math

"No, Yor. You're not a stranger, nor part of someone else's family. Right now, you're the mother of the Forgers. I'm counting on you to provide whatever I'm lacking." AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I love the Forgers

I loveeee this parenting discussion around positive reinforcement

"I wonder what it'd feel like to have a real family," said Loid, tits deep in a family and fatherhood

"My sister got married?" I was waiting for this ball to drop. Can't wait!

NOT BABY BROTHER YURI BEING EMPLOYED BY THE TORTURE DEPARTMENT OF THE GOVERNMENT OMG

"[Twilight] is the villain who is trying to make this world fall into chaos. You could call him my natural enemy." NOT BABY BROTHER YURI ANNOUNCING HIS INTENTIONS TO MERC HIS BROTHER-IN-LAW WHO HE'S ABOUT TO MEET AT DINNER:

I gotta say, despite them introing with assassinations, I do feel like Yuri represents a drastic tone shift for this show

"Yuri... I mean, my younger brother is coming here today! [Loid's voice raises several octaves] "Today?" The voice crack was funny. Back to family shenanigans

As a sister. I AM SICK OF THE SISTER COMPLEX JOKES. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, BABY BROTHER YURI, ANIME AS A GENRE, AND WHATEVER JAPANESE SOCIETAL NORM THAT ALLOWS THIS TO BE A CONSTANT IN SO MANY DIFFERENT STORIES?

"What could my sister possibly like about this guy?! Just because he can cook a little, and he's handsome, and tall, and considerate, and a doctor," It sounds like Yuri is talking himself into having a crush on Loid????

Wow, Loid has made Yuri as an intelligence agent within like, mere minutes of meeting him. Maybe Loid is a great spy!

Ahhhh, so the reason Yor took up killing as a job was to put her little brother through school. How honourable!

"Kiss here and now." I can't decide if this is terrible or fun. Maybe both. My money is on Anya interrupting to see her Uncle

I do appreciate that Yor has never been kissed! It makes sense, given her murder job, and I feel like we don't often get 20somethings without prior entanglements

HDJHDKJDHDHD this is so unhinged and weird. Jesus. Yuri Briar puts the B in Behnchod

"Loid Forger. You may lay claim to my sister's lips for now." WHAT A THING TO SAY

"So, let's do everything we can to make sure Yor is happy." Loid is THE Husband. There are no other husbands, just him!

"Children are so curiously observant at times," said Loid, about his daughter who is literally telepathic

"It's a terrible idea to date a woman while deceiving her," said Loid, as if that has not been the premise of his ENTIRE romantic history thus far

I think Loid is starting to develop (romantic) feelings:

You know, I haven't really commented on the horn cap thing, but I do wonder if they are to do with Anya's powers rather than just a fun little design thing

I need you to see what I'm looking at when they tell me this is Bill Watkins, Age Six:

I do like all the montages of how all of these children (and Bill Watkins, Deeply Suspicious Age Six) were preparing for this dodgeball tournament

SCREAM THE CUT TO THE DRAGON BALL Z NAMEK BACKGROUND

Damian taking the dodgeball bullet for Anya. Love u little guy

Calling it right now, with all this lead-up, I don't think Anya's throw is going to work out the way she wants

Update from a few seconds later: Yep, that was correct!

Gnjghkgjhgkjhg Loid loves Anya too much to be strict with her so he is engaging in quite a permissive parenting style

ANYA TRYING TO SAVE THE LITTLE BOY FROM DROWNING WHEN SHE'S JUST A LITTLE GIRL HERSELF. SWEETEST BABY ALIVE

DAD'S HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ANYA EARNING HER FIRST STELLA! YEAH BABYGIRL

I like how they do a count of her Stellas (merit points which lead to the Imperial Scholar Society of Parent War Instigation) and Tonitrus Bolts (demerit points which lead to expulsion) whenever Anya gets closer to her goal

Also, bonkers that getting a Stella doesn't cancel out your Bolt? It's like, forgive, but never forget

Fhkhfkjfhfkjh Anya deciding she'll only respond to Starlight Anya. Very Six-Year-Old Behaviour

"Do you really think we go to some third-rate school that would hand out a Stella by mistake?" Damian continuing his chivalry streak

1) Extremely rude of the people to treat the dogs that way and 2) Does that big white dog's flash to the Forger family mean that we have unlocked a psychic puppy subplot?

I have been thinking since Damian was introduced that he and Anya are paralleling the Syaroan and Sakura Archetypes, but there is no greater Cardcaptor Sakura parallel than the fact this episode is called Penguin Park

"Please wait, Papa, who is a good and normal person." 10/10 spy deception Anya, no notes

Gghkhgkghkg Loid being yelled at by his Spy Juice Lady for not prioritizing this other mission. How does no one overhear this!!

"Mama, I'm being kidnapped," said Anya, as if she did not latch onto this spy herself to help out her dad's Penguin Mission

It's incredible how many of Loid's problems are solved just by him being hot:

Awwwwww I'm glad they did some actual family time after the Aquarium mission. Also I love how embarrassed Loid is every time has to do something silly, like pretending to be a Penguin Plushy for his kid, but how he'll immediately do it, even in public. Best dad!!

"Being both a Papa and an agent... must be tough balancing the two." Real and true, spy chauffeur

I love how they do parallel plots between family stuff and spy stuff. Anya looking for a puppy... Dad looking for bomb dogs!

They are in fact explaining the psychic puppy subplot

"It is far too early for Anya-san to get married!" Yor, I would like to study the way your mind works (also mom's here!!!!!!!!!!!!)

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH EXTREMELY TRAUMATIZING FOR ANYA TO HAVE TO WATCH HER DAD'S IMMINENT DEATH BY EXPLOSION THROUGH DOG-O-VISION

That was an incredibly morose diatribe from The Handler, who is the only spy other than Loid to get a title/name

How is this baby supposed to disarm a bomb?!?!?!??

Ahhhh, by leaving a ketchup message for her dad on the door that says "NO! (Drawing of Bomb)" Of course! We love a girl who knows how to improvise

Dad has got back in the danger zone to stop the last of the Foreign Affairs Minister's terrorist threats, fair enough! I really hope they don't make him [redacted violence involving animal]

OH THANK GOD THEY HAD HIM ATTACK THE VEST AND NOT THE DOG—I WAS PRETTY CONFIDENT THEY WOULDN'T DO THAT TO LOID, BUT YOU NEVER KNOW WITH ANIME

From Yor's perspective, Loid has been in the bathroom for two full episodes

Yor kicking Keith the Radicalized Student Terrorist's car off the road after he has been discovered by Anya and foiled by Loid. We love a team effort!

"How many times must I tell you not to run off alone because it's dangerous?!" [Tearfully] "I'm sowwy." Awwww a very reasonable worry for your daughter who keeps running into every spy mission she possibly can

"I also had a daughter about her age." The Handler's tragic backstory unlocked?!

"Be prepared to take care of him until the end. I may have no right to say those words." Loid's dog care advice has accidentally turned into existential dread about adopting a child for the sake of a peacekeeping mission

Awwwwwww Yor taking cooking classes from her workplace enemy to be a better cook for her family

"Camilla-san has always been a nice person," said Yor, about the woman who called her a whore in front of a room full of people and tried to scald her with hot food on like Episode 2

"The more I savour each bite, the more I see my life flash before my eyes." Say what you will about Weird Brother Yuri, he is supportive

Admittedly this cooking lesson episode has made me like Camilla

HAHAHAHA the "They are whispering" caption so the viewer can understand why no one's reacting to the yelling about spy intel on Scruffy's potential lover

Awwwwwww Loid opting out of the family outing to comfort his little scruffy friend, who I have just re-learned is named Franky

LMAOOOOO at them just having Henderson-sensei do literally all of the classes. Top-tier writing

The Handler now has unlocked TWO new names, which are Sylvia Sherwood and Fullmetal Lady

"On the one day each month that Mister Moon goes away, Anya's power to read minds goes away too." Oooooh new psychic baby lore unlocked

Even though I don't care for Weird Brother Yuri, it is nice that Anya has someone outside of her parents to rely on for tutoring

Loid covering for Incompetent Spy Daybreak jkhfkhfkjhf

I love that Loid broke into the school, not to boost his daughter's grades, but rather to check that she didn't fail and leave it that way, and then reverse cheat (as in, undo someone's wrongdoing) to make sure two other students got their earned grades. What a man!

Ffljlfjjflkj Becky objectifying Anya's dad. I know they're six, but it's not a trope I love

"I was trying to report the cigarette I found, then he punched me." I know this is a scheme but what kind of society has SIX-YEAR-OLDS plausibly smoking???

"Second Son wouldn't do that! Anya was watching." Heck yeah Anya standing up for Damian (even though her Damian motives are decidedly ulterior LOL)

"Don't try to drag me into these adult matters in the first place!" An incredibly reasonable request from Damian

Gdljljggjglkj I love these kids telling Glooman 'Actually, the biggest problem is you have a bad personality' True and real and cutting

"Don't worry. The West is a safe place." ANYAAAA. Something something children and their ability to see people outside of the confines of politics

"There's saltwater pouring out of my eyes." The implication that George has not cried once in his six years of life LMAOOOO

Genuinely heartwarming to see all these kids singing for George and giving away their favourite school items for his sake (also I bet you $5 he doesn't actually have to quit this school)

Update from two minutes later: I was correct lol

I've been thinking about this since the hospital volunteering, but it is kind of a flaw in Loid's spy tactics to choose a public-facing job, because at any point someone could just walk into the hospital and realize he doesn't work there kjhgkjhgg like he should've just been some sort of private practice

Loid running home to "check on what Yor was doing at the school" but actually using it as an excuse to ask her on a lunch date <3

As if the show could psychically tell that I was wondering about it, they are now forcing Loid into a "Take Your Kid to Work Day" situation lmaooo

"[Loid] became an important part of our team as soon as he transferred in." How is Loid an important part of the staff if he's constantly out of hospital doing spy stuff??? How is he even capable of giving psychological care???

"To go with the rest of the facade, a number of my coworkers have also inflitrated this hospital." Ah, perhaps the fact he has a research position and other spies in the hospital is enough to cover his absences and maybe make him have fake patients

Honestly, it's a wonder Anya hasn't run into more problems in the spy realm recently other than getting stuck in a secret passage

HHGKJHGKJHGKJGH Loid taking Anya's improvised sandbox of toys as a sign of deep psychological distress

"He golfs at his workplace and creates shady channels." In every class there is one child who has the most chaotic possible interpretation of their parents' job (the kid who says their parent stabs people for money when really their parent is a tattoo artist) and Anya has decided to be that student

"But if Mrs. Forger just happened to retire, that position would have to be filled, would it not?" Why is Fiona so comically evil about getting to fake marry Loid

"But... this woman doesn't seem to have any flaws in her appearance." Even Father-snatcher Fiona Frost thinks Yor is hot

"To think the great Twilight is stuck playing house.. It's a disservice to the world." Loid said: Fuck you Fiona, I like playing house!

This silent spy standoff has certainly taken a turn:

I actually kind of love that Loid is faced with someone else who has feelings for him, because I KNOW for certain he will choose Yor, and I think that's good for Yor to see

"You're already working hard enough, Yor. That's why Anya is so fond of you. I couldn't ask you to do anything more." HE LOVES HERRRRR

I really resonate with Yor's Girls Who Are Bad At Stuff representation kjhgkgjh

"Agent Penguin suffered honourable injuries in battle." Loid sewing up his daughter's penguin stuffy and making up a backstory for their dog chewing him up ❤️ I love hiiiim

I appreciate that Fiona confirms from someone who knew him before Loid has been changed by love (for Yor and Anya)

NOT THE DOUBLE FAKE TENNIS COUPLE NAMES BEING TWAIN AND NAFALIA PHONY

Though, now that I think of it, I guess Loid's given last name is Forger, so really this is a pattern of very silly names

"We've been developing a new doping agent called OSO-R along with the government in preparation for the upcoming East-West Sports Exhibition." Every so often they dip back into the crime world, and today it's sports doping

"I wonder what her relationship with Loid is." Yor babygirl, you do not need to worry about her, Loid is fully Team Yor

I love this little look into all the different things that come up in an infiltration (having to be very good at specific things like tennis, dealing with potential poisons, compensating for traps)

"You're still young, and you're clearly talented. From now on, hone your craft properly. I'm sure you'll become an amazing player." "Twain, I'll really do my best from now on!" Aside from being an incredible professional tennis player, Loid's talents also include reforming his opponents into better people:

Fhfhfkjhfkfjhf Loid every time Fiona comes near Yor: Hey, please leave my wife alone

"Come at me with everything you've got." "Uh, don't, Fiona." Loid knows Yor has enough physical might to beat a hundred tennis players

Yor wanting Loid to praise her for winning the match 🥺❤️

Loid taking Yor on a reassurance date to let her know she's still #1

"Wait, does Yor have romantic feelings for me?!" TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH, BUT YOU GOT THERE, LOID

NOT LOID IMMEDIATELY SWITCHING TO PLAN HONEY TRAP AND YOR ACCIDENTALLY KICKING SOME SENSE TO HIM

"I can't let my guard down like that. Somehow, being with Yor throws me off." Loid, you stupid man, who can't see that him AND his wife have feelings for each other

"I would love for you to continue being Anya's mother. And to continue in the role of my wife." This is the most honest thing Loid has said in hours

Anya getting Becky a keychain because she didn't think she was allowed to get one for herself!! Sweet girl

What kind of father has ZERO time to interact with his son LMAO (Donovan Desmond, apparently)

"Anya's a little scared because she's not sure if Papa loves her or not. He always gets mad at me. But I believe in him because I love him." ANYAAAAAAAAAA

Papa Desmond and his truly haunting eyes finally make an on-screen appearance and meeting with Loid:

"Even the child that shares your blood is a stranger." Is this a general view from Donovan on his parent-child relationships or is this a shot at Loid for not being Anya's biological father?

"People will never be able to understand each other." What a thing to say about your six-year-old, who is standing right in front of you with his friends

"What's truly important is to continue walking them despite [not understanding each other]. I decided that I would accept her regardless, and I try to find every opportunity I can to talk to her." Loid laying spy ground work on top of challenging Donovan to be a better father. We love a man who can multitask

"I'm pretty sure she doesn't actually dislike you. It'd make me happy if you could be friends with her." "Well, I want to, too..." Gjhgjhgjhfjlfj Loid is also working on Operation Playdate

This has been a pretty delightful show so far. Spy x Family proving to everyone you can fight people AND be nice!!!!

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night-raven-tattler · 4 months

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Hello, hello <3 How are you?

I loved your writing!

The HC from the Heartslabyul group as parents left me thinking: how would Deuce react if, after getting married and having his own girls (Deuce is 1000% the father of a girl), he met an ex "friend" of his time as a delinquent who hasn't changed much in his ways and REALLY wants to piss off poor Deuce

(sorry, my English is unga bunga ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ)

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Hey 🌙! Mx Tattly is happy to share what she knows on the matter. He's happy to see you're sharing the same girl dad!Deuce vision. Here is the information you've requested!

Show of power, show of growth

Characters: Deuce x GN!Reader (romantic), unnamed older daughter and unnamed younger daughter

Warnings: threats, mentions of violence

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Being part of an elite anti-mage division was an achievement both you and Deuce were infinitely proud of, but he had to admit the job was very time consuming

And, since he now was a father of two girls that he bent over backwards for to fulfill their every whim, Deuce has his schedule full to the brim

Despite his busy schedule, he loves taking his girls out for walks especially during the evening, an activity he has been doing ever since his cuties were just babies

It started as a chance to give you, his spouse, a few moments to yourself to relax and destress while he bonded with the babies

He'd point at various trees, shops, the sky, and talk about them to his kids, until they were old enough to start doing the same on their own

It was a late summer evening when Deuce came home after a stressful day, and the only thing he could think of to destress was to spend time with his family

Deuce was not lucky enough for his daughters to want any indoor activities, though

So he just accepted his fate and took his little ones for a walk in the neighborhood

His older daughter, the cutest chatterbox in the world, was swinging his left hand back and forth as she pointed with her free hand at the neighborhood cats, giving them names and making up stories about their lives

His younger daughter, a quiet observer, was holding his other hand while she occasionally asked her older sister or dad questions

It was an evening like any other, nothing seemingly out of the ordinary

Yet, something felt...off

Even without his specialized training, Deuce had always been able to tell when someone was watching him, overly curious eyes burning holes in his back

He turned his head around, and saw the person looking at him

A young man about the same age as him was walking towards him

He was wearing a jacket Deuce recognized as a sign of one of the city's smaller gangs, whose members focused on shoplifting and public disturbances

Why was this person approaching him?

“Oi, Spade. Been a while since I last saw ya. Middle school, maybe?"

At first, Deuce had no idea who the guy in front of him was

"Sorry, do I know you?"

The guy scoffed, looking offended by the idea of Deuce not remembering him

"Come on, man. Heard through the grapevine you're a cop now, but that doesn't mean you have to forget your old shoplifting buddy."

The words made his eyes widen and he tightened the hold he had on his girls as an old memory came to him

He was in middle school when him and an old classmate, Kateur Pilla, stole a few bags of chips off a shelf in a local shop without getting caught

"There ya go, ya remember me after all!'"

The memory brought a bitter taste to Deuce's mouth and his face was burning with shame, but he was brought back to reality by a small hand squeezing his

"Daddy, what's shoplifting?"

The guy's eyes fell on the source of the tiny voice, Deuce's oldest child, making Deuce shiver and pull his daughter behind him

“You even have kids now! Damn, man, you really became a good-for-nothing goody-two-shoes.”

The entire existence of this guy in his family's vicinity made his skin crawl

His grip on his older daughter tightened and he picked up his youngest

"At least I did something worthwhile with my life. Now scram."

“Aw, come on, you really can't spare me a chat?”

"No, not really.”

Deuce's response came through gritted teeth

His self control improved tremendously during the years, only because he has learned how to redirect his attention towards something else

In this case, his seemingly oblivious daughters

But he still felt the burning urge to grab this guy by the collar

“Not even if I promise to give you some info? Paid info, of course. Some guys I know got their hands on some stuff that's for sure illegal. How about we have a chat, hm? Or are you still that dumb to refuse such a golden opportunity? Man, cops really are stupid.”

His tone changed into something more condescending, even though he was still a small nobody compared to Officer Spade, member of the Queendom of Roses' anti-mage division

…but Deuce felt his younger daughter cling onto his jacket, feeling the intimidating air Kateur was trying to scare Deuce with

His blood pressure started rising, and he started slightly shaking, trying his best to control the urge to kick Kateur away from the innocent eyes of his kids

"Maybe you didn't change after all. What's that badge for if you're still the same dumbass you were years ago? Wanna go steal some cigs?"

Deuce felt his hands shaking

But before he got to push his girls away and do something he regretted, he heard a familiar voice call his name

"Deuce? Honey, what's happening?"

With your talent for appearing wherever there's trouble, you made a beeline to your family, disregarding the presence of the guy and picking up your oldest kid

Without a second through, he handed you your second child

“Go home. I have something to deal with.”

You nodded and walked away with your confused and slightly scared little girls

Now that Deuce was finally alone, he had the opportunity to punch this guy for daring to disturb his family

...but he chose not to

“Listen here, ya punk.”

The guy flinched back as Deuce's voice boomed, obviously not expecting to be so rattled

"I am a good man now. I have a family. And I don't allow any human trash to speak to me that way.”

Cracking his knuckles, Deuce stepped closer, and the guy was backed into a corner

“Scram. Don't bother me or my family again, or I’ll forget I'm a good man.”

Kateur realized he has crossed a line, so he just tsked and walked away empty handed

Before he returned home, Deuce walked around a bit to shake off his anger, directed at Kateur... and directed at himself

Why wasn't he able to just ignore the guy?

Was Kateur right after all? Did Deuce really not change at all?

..No, he must be wrong, Deuce did not use violence, which was good

But he still threatened the guy, and that wasn't good

…Not arriving at any satisfactory conclusion, he eventually decided to just go home

You watched how Deuce walked into the living room of your small apartment, your girls welcoming him with open arms and high spirits, a striking contrast to not too long ago

The moment Deuce saw them, he smiled warmly and thought to himself how they inherited your talent to make him better

When your older daughter kept asking Deuce again about what "shoplifting” meant, you sent the girls to their room so you could discuss with your husband what happened

He told you everything that went down before your arrival, expecting to be scolded for losing his temper, like a small child waiting to be sent to the corner to think about what he'd done

"To be honest, you did great! The girls are safe and happy, and you managed to shoo away the guy without getting physical. That's the best outcome I can ask for."

..You were right

He thanked you and gave you a kiss on the forehead for reassuring him before you walked together to your daughters' room to spend some time together

And you sighed with relief after watching Deuce relax as he played together with his daughters

He would have to change his usual route for a while, just to make sure they wouldn't be bothered again

But if he'd have to face the guy again, he knew he could do even better than that

『••✎••』

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i9messi · 1 year

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Can you do one of Messi’s daughter and Gabi babysit her brothers and gavi being scared because of what ciro said last time “I don’t want you to have a boyfriend” and he really wants his girlfriends brothers to like him? And can you have the boys be overprotective?

(I loved the idea, thank you so much.) Part one here

The Messi boys — Pablo Gavi

Word count — 928

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They’re just kids, that’s what you said to Gavi while you were trying to calm him down on the way to your parents' house. Your dad and your mom had gone on a date and asked you if you could take care of your brothers while they were gone. You undoubtedly accepted, you loved your siblings and you wanted to spend your time with them. Gavi knew how much you loved them, so he also wanted to be helpful and offered to go with you. However, for the Messi boys, the presence of your boyfriend wasn't a good idea.

Ciro was the least pleased that your boyfriend was there. Last time he saw Gavi, he was a little reluctant about you having a boyfriend. As soon as he had seen Pablo arrive he started asking him questions. You had laughed and tried to distract him while playing Uno. Gavi really tried to make the kids feel comfortable with him, because he loved you with all his heart and wanted to get along with the children.

But your brothers were too overprotective. In the moment Gavi tried to reach out to hold your hand, Ciro did not hesitate to separate your holding hands. The kid was angry and jealous, you were his sister.

"Don’t touch her!"

"We just wanted to hold hands, he’s my boyfriend, you know. It’s a thing couples do." you explained to the youngest, trying to calm the situation.

"Gross. I hate the displays of love." said your other brother, Mateo, imitating that he was vomiting.

"I dislike Gavi, I don’t like him." Ciro had no shame in telling you what he thought about the footballer.

"Ciro!"

In a few seconds your brothers had brought to light the problems they had with your boyfriend and it was no surprise. You had talked to your mom about that, after the visit you had made the last time. As much as you had tried to make them understand that you were an adult, they continued with their overprotection.

You looked at Gavi, who looked at Ciro without saying anything. When he felt the weight of your look you tried to tell him to take things slow, the children could be little devils when they wanted and they were testing him. In fact, they had tested him since he had arrived, asking him questions and trying to anger him.

"How many times do I have to tell you to not be rude with Gavi?" You played the role of the big sister again.

The children were silent and they didn't say anything more to make things worse. A while later, you lost the game and as you urgently needed to go to the bathroom, you made the decision to leave your three brothers alone with your boyfriend. Maybe it was a bad idea, after the tension that was felt in the environment. You tried not to take long, but when you arrived, you heard them whispering. You hid behind the door so they couldn’t see you or notice you.

"Listen to us carefully, Spanish boy. We don’t like you and we don't want you to date our sister." Ciro said, speaking as if he were a film mercenary.

"Better tell us why we should give you a chance," Thiago proposed, in a much more gentle tone.

"Sorry, what?"

"Don’t make me repeat myself. You don’t want me wasting time with words."

God, you imagined your boyfriend’s scared face. You had convinced him that there was nothing to worry about, but now you doubted your own words. Gavi didn’t take long to talk, and when he did, he spoke very seriously and fearlessly.

"I love your big sister and want to make her happy every day of my life. I know she deserves the best and probably deserves a better guy than me— I was lucky that she decided to be my girlfriend. I don't imagine a life without her, she is my happiness and my everything. I want to give her everything."

There was silence, until Thiago spoke. "We’ll give you a chance, if you do something we don’t like we won’t hesitate to make your life miserable."

"Believe it, we’ll make your life miserable and you won’t like it." added Ciro.

"I understand, I promise I won't do anything if you decide to make my life miserable. I love your sister and I accept the consequences of my actions."

Gosh, Pablo was also a little dramatic. Between your brothers acting like mercenaries and Pablo being a Romeo, the whole scene made you laugh. Your heart melted too, his declaration of love was really cute.

"Okay, so we have a deal. Now you have to convince her to let us eat ice cream before bed." Ciro blackmailed Gavi and you had a hard time not laughing.

"Está bien, I’ll help you."

You waited until they finished their talk and you went back to them. You sat back at the table, while you watched them finish playing Uno. When the boys went to get something in their rooms, you took the time to talk to your boyfriend.

"Please... never leave me with them again. They’re really scary."

You smiled at him and whispered, "I forgot to tell you, my dad is an ordinary human being, but my brothers… they are devils."

Gavi left a kiss on your lips before your brothers came back and probably forced you to separate.

"You should let them eat ice cream, by the way." He told you in a whisper, still afraid of the kids.

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Hey!! I loved your Peter Parker fic!!

I hope you're taking requests, if yes can you please write harry potter x ravenclaw!reader? Where reader is a muggleborn and loves muggle music, she does this thing where she gives all her friends a song which reminds her of them, even multiple to Hermione (who secretly loves it and listens to those on loop) and ron( who tries to act like he doesn't care but secretly feels loved) but she's never given harry a song, despite him being her best friend. But after one of DA meetings they are alone and harry asks her why doesn't she give him a song (fallin' all in you- Shawn Mendez) and she plays it for him a and that it reminds her of him, AND THEY KISS!!

I'm really sorry if it's too specific, please feel free to change anything! THANK YOU SM!! I LOVE YOUR FICS!!❤️❤️✨

definitely not too specific! i love that you gave me so much to work with, so ty anon! i did switch it up a little bit, but i hope it turned out to your liking!

318 Hours 43 Minutes ˗ˏˋ H.J.P ´ˎ˗

“Be my summer in a winter day, love”

harry potter x ravenclaw!reader

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

REQUESTED: yes requests are open! fandoms: marvel, stranger things, harry potter (any era), scream

WARNINGS: fem reader, not proofread, fluff fluff fluff, muggleborn!reader, reader is described as somewhat of a musical prodigy, modern music, mobile phones, and spotify all exist in this timeline, 7th year, kissing, idiots in love, best friends to lover ig, joking mentions of death, lmk if i missed smth!

A/N: i'm sure there are tons of grammatical errors in here but lets pretend we don't see them!

ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE 18+ remember to like, comment, and reblog to support my writing!

If there was one thing you couldn't live without, it would be music. It was almost impossible to recall a time you had left your dorms without your headphones. Music had just always been a huge part of your life. Growing up, your parents got you into piano lessons, and you were playing Beethoven by the end of the first month. After that, you picked up as many instruments as you could afford, starting with violin, then guitar, the flute, and now the harp. Your parents had to soundproof the house.

Once you got your acceptance into Hogwarts as a witch, your whole world turned upside down. You were sorted into Ravenclaw, which felt very fitting, and were assigned a dormmate, Padme Patil. The two of you clicked immediately and became instant friends. After a few months of hanging out with the Patil sisters, you were introduced to three Gryffindor students in your year; Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter. Instantly, you felt some sort of a connection pulling you to them, but you couldn't put your finger on it.

You started hanging out with "The Golden Trio", as you affectionately called them, all the time, and the four of you eventually became a quartet. You had grown especially close with Harry, and the two of you did almost everything together. Well, everything except study.

After one particular study date with Hermione, you were thrilled to learn that she shared the same love for muggle music as you did. The two of you rambled on and on about your favorites, uncharacteristically losing track of your studies.

"The song Rises the Moon reminds me a lot of you!" You mindlessly exclaimed, watching as Hermione's eyes lit up.

The rest was history. You were known to associate songs with the people around you, and you had no shame in telling them. You had given Hermione, Ron, and the Patil sisters a countless number of songs over the years. In fact, you had given them so many, that a few had made playlists to keep track of all of them. Ron was the most hesitant to accept the recommendations, but Hermione told you she had caught him singing along to them in the common room on multiple occasions.

Every once in a while, you would even see another student studying in the library, maybe one you had only said 'Hello' to in passing, and a song would just scream out to you so loudly that you had to leave them a note about it as you left.

It was like your own personal love language, and you loved being able to make people smile, even if they never listened to the song.

The one person close to you whom you had never given a song to, was the infamous Harry Potter, and it was painfully hard for him to ignore. After almost seven years of being best friends, you would think he would have been worthy of at least one song, right?

He watched as you expertly conjured up the Draught of Peace potion the class was supposed to be working on, smacking Ron's hand away when he goes to touch it. Watching you was the only thing that made this class somewhat bearable.

He can't get it out of his head... the fact that you've never given him a song. He's been thinking about it non-stop since you gave that Hufflepuff boy a song in the dining hall a few days ago.

It wasn't news to him that he had been in love with you since 5th year, probably longer than that before he had even realized, but he would sooner die than admit it out loud.

You were the most important person in the world to him, but he was almost positive you didn't feel the same way. He would never be able to forgive himself if he ruined your friendship. So, he just kept his big mouth shut and pretended like there was nothing there.

He thought he was really good at faking it too. He wasn't.

Anyone with eyes could see the way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you, the way his smile looked ten times brighter when you were around. It was blatantly obvious he had it bad for you.

What wasn't as obvious was that you were just as infatuated with him as he was with you. You may have been much better at hiding it, but anyone close to you could see it clear as day. I mean, it was silly really. The way you were both so stupidly in love and too scared to see it.

Harry snapped to attention as Professor Snape called on him, spitting out to 'straighten his spine and get back to work'. He grumbled something under his breath before following instructions. When he looked back at you, he found your eyes already on him, giggling at the scene he had caused before returning to your schoolwork. He loved hearing your laugh.

As the class ended, Harry gathered his things into his bookbag, slinging it over his shoulder as he straightened his robes. Snape was the first to leave the classroom, followed by a small swarm of students who were anxious to get back to the common rooms for some much-needed free time. Harry looked over to where you and Ron had been sitting, watching you pull out a scrap of parchment with messy little scribbles on it, before sliding it over to the red head.

"I found a new song the other night, and it reminded me so much of you, I just had to write it down before I forgot the title." You smiled, watching Ron look over the writing, thanking you awkwardly as he shoved it into his pocket.

Harry suddenly felt his pockets get lighter.

"I'll be in the library with Hermione tonight. Wants to tutor me for Transfiguration." He said in an annoyed tone, though you knew he was secretly looking forward to it. "You wanna come? Could use all the help I can get."

Harry secretly hoped you would say no.

You packed up all your belongings, making sure not to forget any of your notes, "Yeah, sure! Just have to do a few things first, but I can stop by in a bit." You smiled, the way you always do, as you shoved folders into your bag.

"Alright," Ron nodded, "I'll see you." He said as you waved each other goodbye, Ron heading for the exit. "Oh hey, Harry." He threw out casually as he left the room, calling attention to the boy in the back of the otherwise empty classroom.

You quickly turned around, smiling brightly when you saw him still sitting awkwardly in his seat. "Oh hey, Harry!" You repeated, "You're still here?"

Harry regained common sense then, now realizing he had been staring at you for the past hour, he stood from his seat and walked over to you. "Yeah..." He trailed off dumbly, still in his own thoughts. He head got cloudy as your perfume surrounded him.

He had debated on bringing it up for the past few months, but was to scared of your response. Honestly at this point, he could barely focus on anything BUT asking you about it. He figured that at this point it would be better to just get it over with. Like ripping off a bandaid.

"Hey, uh... Could I ask you something?" His voice cracked.

"Yeah, of course!" You finally slung the bag over your shoulder, giving Harry your full attention. "Ask away."

Your voice sounded sickly sweet, and it somehow made him more nervous. "Alright... Well, uh, I was just wondering-" He felt far too vulnerable to look into your eyes, so instead he looked at your shoulder. He had to clear his throat, "I was wondering why you've never given me a song?" He slurred out, trying to act casual about it while his heart was beating at top speeds.

Your smile immediately dropped, and Harry's stomach fell into his shoes at the sight. Now it was your turn to avoid eye contact, looking down at your feet and chewing on your cheek as you debated a response.

Harry felt like he was about to pass out. His hands grew clammy, and he could hear his heart hammering in his ears. The only times he had ever seen you not smiling were when something really terribly tragic had happened, or when your friends were upset themselves. This had to be a bad sign, right?"

Meanwhile, a million thoughts swirled through your head. You had hoped he hadn't noticed the exclusion, but you knew it was only a matter of time before he brought it up. You felt sick to your stomach. How could you lie your way out of this one? You hated lying, especially to Harry, and you didn't want to hurt him. Could you really risk telling him the truth? What if he freaks out and goes running for the hills and all your years of friendship are ruined?

"You know what, it doesn't matter." Harry brushed off weakly, starting to back away from you, "I don't need to know! It's no big deal, just forget I even said anything-"

"Harry, wait-" you instinctually grabbed his hand, making him freeze. You let go to reach into your bag, Harry cautiously getting closer. His confusion increased when you pulled your phone out, rapidly typing on it to pull something up. When you finally found it, you took a deep breath. Once he saw what you were about to show him, there would be no turning back. Finally, you made yourself turn the phone around so Harry could see the screen.

It was a private playlist titled "For Harold", and the cover photo was a picture that Hermione took of the two of you after a snowball fight last Christmas break. Falling all over each other in laughter, completely covered in snow.

You handed the phone to him, limbs shaking too much to hold it steady. He looked below the title to see the timestamp read 318h 43m.

You felt like your stomach was being tied in knots.

"This is why I've never given you a song." You admitted quietly. His expression was hard to read. Brows furrowed and mouth slightly open in shock. "I just... There were too many that reminded me of you."

Harry still hadn't looked at you or said a word, and you started to feel like you'd bounce right off the floor with how much you were vibrating.

Then he stopped scrolling, staring at the title of one particular song much too long for your liking. Even worse, he pressed play. As soon as the song started, you shrunk down into the desk behind you.

Sunrise, with you on my chest No blinds in the place where I live Daybreak, open your eyes Cause this was only ever meant to be for one night We're changing our minds here Be yours, be mine, dear

You busied yourself by playing with your fingers, looking absolutely anywhere but at Harry.

So close with you on my lips Touch noses, feeling your breath Push your heart and pull away, yeah Be my summer in a winter day, love

You started to feel incredibly antsy, regretting ever showing him the playlist. "We really don't have to listen to the whole thing-"

I can't see one thing wrong Between the both of us Be mine, be mine, yeah Anytime, anytime

You squeezed your eyes shut to try and save yourself from some embarrassment, but when you opened them, you found Harry looking at you with the biggest smile you'd ever seen in your life. Your belly flipped.

You are bringing out a different kind of me There's no safety net that's underneath, I'm free Fallin' all in you Fell for men who weren't how they appear, yeah Trapped up on a tightrope now we're here, we're free Fallin' all in you

Harry was beaming, putting the phone down on the desk beside him. He slowly made his way closer to you, and no matter how badly you wanted to look away from him, you couldn't.

He was now so close to you that you could feel his breath fan across your lips, and the song faded in the background as your heart pounded. "Is this how you really feel? About me?" He asked as his cheeks turned pink, and you couldn't help but find the silly question endearing.

You nodded your head, deciding that your voice would give out if you tried to speak right now. The eye contact was almost unbearable, and you broke it with a quick glance down to his lips.

The second you did, his lips were immediately on yours, pressing hard into you. You gasped against his lips in shock. You felt like your whole body was on fire.

He pulled away too soon, mumbling a boyish "Sorry about that-", before you chased his lips and pulled them back down to yours, muffling the rest of his apology. This time it lasted.

Your lips felt like they were home against his, moving slow and sweet, like you had all the time in the world. You sighed happily into the kiss, pouring the years of pent-up feelings out for each other. His lips tasted like pumpkin, and butterbeer, and the sweet vanilla chapstick you gave him. It made you giggle a little against his lips.

You melted as he mindlessly cornered you against the desk, his hands gently holding your face like you were made of glass. You wrapped your arms around his neck to ground yourself. His lips curled up into a smile against yours, and you involuntarily matched the expression. It all felt so... right. Like all of the pieces were finally falling into place.

Unfortunately, you both need oxygen, so you were forced to pull away. He rested his forehead against yours, as you share the air between you. You pulled him impossibly closer, nudging his nose with yours, both knowing you felt just as lovesick for each other.

Then your phone dinged. Harry looked down at the message from Ron, reading "Hey, you still coming tonight?"

He picked it up to respond, "Can't, sorry!" before flipping it over carelessly, both of you giggling as he pulled you back for another kiss.

i had so much fun writing thissss ugh this was such a sweet prompt. tysm anon!

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tessa-liam · 3 months

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Turning the Page

Now and Then

- Chapter 9-

Choices, The Royal Romance, AU

Series Premise: As Riley Brooks journeys through life as a single parent in New York City, an epiphany strikes as she contemplates the future for herself and her two-year-old son.

Turning the Page Series Masterlist

Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!OC Riley Brooks

All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, except William Brooks (Rys) and Matteo Magro, who belongs to this series.

Category: On-going series, contains angst/fluff/depression. Cross-over fic with Choices, Perfect Match.

Rating: M🔞Warnings - Series will contain crude language, NSFW material – not Beta’d - please excuse all errors.

Words: 2498

Now and Then – 9

Chapter Summary: Riley and William arrive in Cordonia

Title & Music Inspiration:

Now and Then, The Beatles

When You Love Someone, Gretchen Peters, Bryan Adams

Wherever You Will Go, The Calling

A/N1: In this alternate universe, after King Constantine orchestrates two individual scandals to humiliate and entrap Riley Brooks and Olivia Nevrakis in shame, Madeleine Amaranth secures her position as the Queen of Cordonia. Riley, as the King’s mistress and Olivia, in self-imposed exile. Tariq is never found.

A/N2: My submission for @choicesflashfics, Week#67, prompt #1 - “Nothing could ever change how I feel about you.”

A/N3: My submission for @choicesjanuary2024, prompt Day 25 - ‘Remembrance’ #choices monthly challenge @lilyoffandoms #choicesjanuary2024

A/N4: Damien Nazario has been assigned as William’s personal bodyguard.

In Flight, Cordonian Royal Jet, above the Mediterranean Sea

Looking out over the vast expanse of water below her, and under the clear blue skies above the Mediterranean Sea, no clouds were in sight ... not a white cloud, nor a black cloud.

Riley gazed out the large passenger window of the private jet, in solace, with her memories. Everything felt calm; almost too calm. The flight from New York to Cordonia was eight hours in duration, and even though they left early in the morning, they would not arrive at the palace until late in the evening with the change in time zones.

Trying to and not getting any rest, her thoughts returned to the events over the holidays.

...Remembering when Liam arrived at her door, in New York on Christmas Eve, a short week ago. The expression of elation on his face as she opened the door for him...

[‘Hello, my love,’ he tenderly smiled; He was standing there with an exquisite bouquet of long-stemmed red roses, as uniformed delivery drivers from the toy store waited patiently at a distance behind him, as the Royal guard performed a security check.

Liam stepped over the threshold, leaning down to draw her in for a kiss on the cheek, as she accepted his gift. ‘Oh Li, these are gorgeous; thank you so much.’

At Bastien’s prompt, the delivery people entered the brownstone with prewrapped gifts and placed them under the Christmas tree, also filling the extra space in the living room very quickly.

Chuckling, Riley watched as Liam thanked them with a generous tip, as he closed the door after them.

“Our son will be so thrilled at what Santa brought him; wait till he wakes up tomorrow.”

Liam laughed, moving quickly to put his arm around her, pulling her to his side. “Who says all these gifts are just for him? Hmmm?” Riley turned her head towards him, as Liam bent to capture her lips in a passion-fueled kiss.

“Ah yes, your gift is right here.” Liam slipped his hand inside his coat to reveal a small box, wrapped in gold with a red ribbon. “This is for you.”}

Riley breathed out, shaking her head.

...Remembering wanting him so badly that evening ...as he kissed her forehead to say ‘good night’ before turning to the guest room; Leaving her feeling so confused, once again.

...Remembering how excited LiLi was when he saw his father again Christmas morning ... and the look of pure joy in Liam’s expression as he watched his son blissfully playing with his new toys.

...Remembering the look of adoration between Liam and his son; a private and sacred bond established between the two ... a bond only meant for them.

Riley looked down at her phone and smiled fondly at the picture of William. He was proudly standing beside his gingerbread house gift for Liam, alongside Daniel and Matteo, to smile at the camera. Riley marveled at how unequivocally her son loved his father, so quickly. As if two loose puzzle pieces finally clicked into place. There was never a doubt in her mind that William needed to be wherever his father was. The connection between father and son was undeniable.

...and with those thoughts, she agreed to return to Cordonia.

And now, she found herself on the Royal jet headed back, leaving behind her New York world for the place that shattered her ‘happily ever after,’ again.

Liam, being the new, ever-doting father was pointing out to his son the shores of Cordonia through the window. She saw the look of marvel in Liam’s eyes, as he watched his son’s reaction to seeing Cordonia for the very first time. They were sitting in seats across the aisle from her as she glanced over.

Catching Riley’s eye, Liam responded with a wink and a smile.

"Welcome home, love."

Riley smiled in return, as her heart skipped a beat.

Home...

It had been a while since she had felt this way about Cordonia. Another lifetime; so much has changed, and yet remained the same.

***

Damien Nazario, the Interpol agent who was now permanently assigned to be William Rys's personal bodyguard, was reviewing the Crown prince's dossier, and his duties to the Cordonian crown, his new employer. Bastien took a seat beside the young agent to answer any questions he may have, as head of the Royal guard, at the rear of the plane's cabin.

"So, Damien, any questions for me?"

"No, sir. I believe I have a handle on the situation.”

"Good, because you are now the official head of the security detail for Prince William, the future king of Cordonia."

"Understood, sir.” Damien was well aware of the complexity of a constitutional monarchy.

"Now, there's one more thing I need to discuss with you,” Bastien eyed the young agent.

"Yes, sir?"

"Madeleine Amaranth, the former queen of Cordonia. I have forwarded her updated dossier to you."

"Yes, I've read it through.” Damien paused, waiting for more information.

"Good, because she has expressed malicious intent towards Prince William and Lady Riley, should they return to Cordonia."

"Understood. I'll ensure her movements are tracked and reported inside and out of the country, sir."

"Thank you, Damien.”

"My pleasure, sir.”

Bastien, looking pleased, leaned back in his chair, checking the time on his watch, as he felt the plane begin its descent.

Cordonia, Capital

The jet touched down smoothly on the tarmac, as the engines powered down. The cabin door opened, and the stairs were lowered.

Riley could feel the warm breeze blow past her as she stepped off the plane.

Taking a deep breath, Riley looked around. The air was different here. It was fresh and clean. She closed her eyes and let the wind brush her cheeks.

Liam followed, with William sleeping in his arms.

"Is everything alright, love?" Liam’s brows were raised in concern, noticing her hesitation.

"Yes, I'm just taking it all in." Riley, looked down, unable to keep eye contact.

"Are you sure, Riley? You've been very quiet throughout the entire flight home."

"I'm fine, Liam. It is just a lot to process. I'm just a little overwhelmed."

"All right, I understand. Let us get to the palace, so you and William can get settled and rest ... okay?"

"Yes, thank you, Liam."

Liam glanced over at Riley with concern as he personally buckled his son into the car seat. It was quite easy for him to see and feel the apprehension in her mood. She could not hide her emotions from him as well as she always thought she could.

Riley had remained noticeably quiet during the ride to the palace as well, looking out at the passing countryside. Liam could not help but wonder if she was having second thoughts about returning to Cordonia, and/or to him.

As they pulled up to the palace gates, Liam looked over at Riley, noticing a small smile on her face.

"What is it, love?" Liam spoke softly, reaching for her hand.

Riley returned his touch with a squeeze. "This place...it's beautiful."

"Thank you, that, it is. Welcome home."

“William will be so excited when he wakes up.” Riley glanced at a still sleeping William as the SUV slowed to a stop.

"I can't begin to tell you how much it means to me.... to have you both here." Liam confessed.

"You're welcome, Liam. It's the least I can do."

Liam's heart sank at her words. He hated the distance between them. He wanted to take her in his arms and make everything right, but, for right now, he knew that was not the best strategy.

He had to accept that things had changed, and their relationship was different now. He had to be patient and give Riley the space she needed.

But he also had to make her see how important she was to him. He had to show her how much he had missed her ... that he wanted a future with her and William in Cordonia.

As the SUV door opened for her, Riley felt a sense of Deja vu. This was where she had started her journey with Liam in Cordonia all those years ago. And now, here she was, back again.

"Do you want me to take you and William to the guest wing, or do you want to stay in my chambers?"

"I would like to stay with you, if that's okay."

"Of course, Riley. I would love that."

It was surreal for Riley as she walked the pristine palace halls towards the Royal Chambers. Liam carried William, who was fast asleep in his arms beside her.

The memories of the past times she was here flooded her mind and her heart ached as she pushed the painful memories aside. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.

As they reached the large double doors of the entrance to the Royal east wing, the guards opened the doors for Liam and Riley to enter.

Riley stepped inside; the same chambers where she had spent so much time before. The familiar scent of Liam's cologne filled the air, sending a wave of longing for a past time through her mind.

Walking into her room ... it was exactly as she remembered it. Everything was in its place, from the elegant chandelier hanging above the bed, to the intricate paintings adorning the walls.

Riley took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of the bed. She looked around the room, taking in every detail.

She felt a pang of sadness as she remembered those past times.

After tucking William into his bed in the adjacent room, Liam came in and sat down next to her. He gently placed his hand on hers, and she looked up at him, their eyes meeting.

"What are you thinking about Riley?"

"I'm okay, Liam. I was just thinking about how much things have changed since I was here last."

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and held her close. "I know it's a lot, but I'm here for you, and I'll help you in any way I can," Liam whispered.

"Thank you, Liam."

He pulled away and cupped her face in his hands, staring into her eyes intently. "You're welcome, Riley. Always. Nothing could ever change how I feel about you.”

He moved in to press his lips to hers, and she melted into his kiss.

It was soft and gentle, and full of longing.

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. "God, Riley, I've missed you."

"I've missed you, Li."

He leaned down and kissed her again, deeper this time.

His tongue swept across her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth to him.

Their tongues tangled together in a dance that was familiar and yet new.

They were no longer the same people they were when they had last been together. They were both older and wiser, and the passion between them burned even brighter.

Riley pulled away and put her hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating beneath her palm.

"Liam, I..."

"Shhh."

He placed a finger over her lips. "Don't say anything, Riley. Just feel."

His lips found hers again, and the world disappeared. There was nothing but the two of them, lost in each other.

She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

She moaned into his mouth as he slid his hands down her back and pulled her closer.

He broke the kiss and buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent.

"Riley," he breathed. "God, I want you so much."

“Liam, I ...”

Liam pulled back and looked into her eyes, “stay with me tonight.”

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bloggingboutburgers · 2 months

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Hey it's me again. I wanted your opinion on something. When I told my mom I was ace, she accepted it . It was nice, so I'd thought I could tell my stepdad. He was uncomfortable and didn't want to talk about it. I asked mom why that was and she said that he's uncomfortable with hearing what's practically his kid talking about sexual stuff. I'm left feeling very confused. Do you have thoughts on this insight?

Ima be honest, I have zero experience being a parent (yet, at least), so I'm not sure I have any right to form much of an opinion on this...

That said, please do take this with a grain of salt, but I always think it's a shame when younger people aren't allowed to explore what sexual and romantic orientations mean openly, since we all know puberty is a thing and those things don't miraculously wait until you're 18 to come to mind. I'm probably biased, because a- I'm European and I guess my culture isn't as like... Rigid? When it comes to "protecting the children"? Idk it's got good and bad traits but it is what it is, and b- I realized I was ace at 14 after what felt to me like an explosion of horniness and romantic roleplaying from everyone my age around me, until I realized how they were was fair, and how I was was fair, and everything was aight, and I'm sure as hell glad I realized it so soon, too, despite there being nothing or no one to give me any hint on what I was back then.

Obviously people shouldn't be creeps about things and having concerns is fair, but being accepting and open-minded to younger people figuring themselves out is key to help them feel validated and less alone, I believe. But... Yeah, I'm no parent, so I wouldn't know. For me, back then, the validation didn't come from my parents, but mostly from my friends and then my brothers. I'm glad at least your mom is accepting, and I hope that your stepdad not wanting to talk about things isn't a sign that he's opposed to it – though even if he is, you are what you are and that's nobody's business but yours. I hope you have the amount of approval and validation you need in your life regardless.

#ghfnjkgldf that was a lot of blah blah on something that technically isn't my business i'm sorry #but yeah i wish you well #asexuality #asexual #aspec #...with that said REAL TALK for a sec i never got that whole card of like #“hmmmgh don't say sex don't talk about your sex life”#i'm not i'm talking about my proud lack thereof #ohwell

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rieadiary · 4 months

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NECK KISSES | l.hc

dom!haechan x sub!reader

summary ; wherein a stressful conversation leads to mess you weren’t expecting.

warnings ; breeding kink mention?, haechan says sweetheart & love, rough sex, dominant haechan, sneaky link mentions

a/n ; I spent a lot of time on this.. I really hope y’all enjoy, also not proofread so forgive me on that oh! and my friend asked me this so I’m answering it for y’all too, the girls in the pictures can be used as reference as the girl in the story if you don’t wanna imagine yourself, if you catch my drift!

Haechan watched you write in your book during class. You dressed very laid-back due to it being exams soon and Haechan thought it was adorable how you tried to hide the stress you were feeling. He watched you slowly stop paying much attention to your looks during school because there was no point, he loved that when it was just the two of you, you’d dress up prettily because that’s what he liked to see, but oh how he loved seeing you in your natural state.

You packed up your things as class ended, sighing in relief that the school day was over and all you had was studying to do.

“You okay?” Haechan snuck behind you, whispering close to you seductively.

“Not now Haechan,” you shrugged him off, pulling your book bag over your shoulder. Haechan smirked, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, “sweetheart, you’ve been avoiding me all week when are you gonna let me love you?” Haechan asked sweetly, his voice too sweet, almost like he was putting you through a spell as he spoke.

You sighed, pulling the loose strands of hair behind your ears, “I don’t know. When exams are over? I told you this already, I can’t afford to loose my scholarship over a sneaky link” you explained again, trying to walk past him but he stopped you forcing you to sit down.

“Sneaky? Link?” Haechan scoffed, laughing annoyed. “Is that what I am to you? Just someone to sneak around and have sex with?”

“Yes” you agreed, looking around to see kids walk in the classroom for tutoring.

Haechan scoffed again, this time silence following shortly after. “Alright then, hope you pass your exams then, love” haechan’s voice dripped with venom, evident that he was angry but he was a gentleman and accepted your decision.

The exams went smoothly. You aced all of them and your teachers even told you that they’d put in a good word to any school you’d apply to. Unfortunately, you had no one to celebrate with. Your parents reaction was about a dry as it could be, and your friends didn’t take school seriously though they’d be proud to know you’d be getting into college easily now, but it wasn’t the same, they weren’t Haechan.

You tried texting him, calling, you even tried showing up to his house but to no avail, all of those options didn’t reveal Haechan. You remembered the last conversation you had with him and cursed yourself, admitting that the conversation shouldn’t have went that way.

Both you and Haechan had been seeing each other for a year now but it never went anywhere because you were afraid of settling down. When it came down to things like going on dates and being public, that wasn’t really your forte but at the same time it was, you were just too afraid of what would happen when you finally admitted that.

Maybe you should’ve just taken that risk after all.

“At all? Like you even sent him a titty pic?” One of your friends asked seriously, crossing her arms in shame, you shook your head no, feeling the seriousness of the situation all too soon. “Yeah girl you really messed up this time, he probably would’ve let it slide if you didn’t say sneaky link”

“I know! I was just stressed out, exams are the only thing I was worried about and I just felt like he was worried about sex you know?” You tried to reason but your friend glanced at you blankly, not finding your reason valid.

“Well you’ll never know now because he’s probably moved on” she added dryly, getting up to get something to drink.

She was right. It had been three whole weeks and you hadn’t heard from Haechan since the conversation, you had been dying to tell him that you passed your exams and it didn’t feel right not being able to. You supposed that was all your fault.

“Oh! I know! We can go to his fine friends house, the one who wants to be a pussy doctor?”

You grimaced at your friend, shaking your head “his name is jaemin you know..” you trailed off, eying your friend who shrugged, “I don’t care what his name is, in my eyes his name is daddy” she nodded at herself, grabbing her keys, “coming or not? This is your only chance to get your man”

You immediately got up, if not for Haechan than for the fact of being there to make sure she doesn’t embarrass herself.

Jaemin had let the both of you in with a gentle grin on his face, aside from the fact that your friend was drooling over Jaemin you saw Haechan sitting with his ex yasmine, who you remember fighting because of a misunderstanding.

You walked over to haechan and he eyed you, turning his attention back to yasmine who continued to talk to him about probably nothing, anger bubbling through you.

“Haechan can we talk? Now?” You muttered through grit teeth. Haechan sighed before getting up, walking to the room down the hall without uttering a word to you, obvious he was feeling a certain way.

You set your bag down and staggered towards the room, shutting the door behind you.

“You serious right now? Yasmine? Of all people you talk to her again?” You questioned Haechan who didn’t answer, simply rolling his eyes.

“Haechan don’t start that right now, get out your feelings and answer me”

Haechan crossed his hands over his chest, raising an eyebrow at you. “Hello? Are we gonna talk about how you were just with your ex? I’m not gonna leave until we do” you stepped up to him and he resisted the urge to smirk, staring dangerously into your eyes.

“I’m not gonna answer you until you realize who you’re talking to, sweetheart” Haechan warned you lowly. Edging his face close to yours.

“I know who I’m talking to, this act you have going on right now isn’t gonna faze me. Now answer my question”

You tried to speak again but Haechan grabbed your jaw, chuckling at the nerve you had today. “Act? Do you want me to show you who you’re talking to? Want me to show you how I really act?” Haechan smirked in your face and you swallowed, your heart beating nervously.

“Show me, show me who I’m talking to then” you dared him, not backing down from your dominance.

A second after your words he pushed you on the bed behind him, smiling at you. “Yeah? You want me to show you? Okay y/n” Haechan crawled on top of you, kissing you harshly, you could barely keep up with his pace and he knew that, resulting in him only biting your bottom lip as he held your throat with his hand.

“Ah- Haechan-” you tried to say as he broke the kiss, pressing kisses over the sensitive skin on your neck. Your hand flew to his wrist as his grip around your neck tightened, marks being made all over your skin.

Haechan pulled away, staring in your eyes, “are you sure you want this?” He asked quickly, his eyes dark and his breath uneasy. You nodded, this what you wanted for three weeks now, his attention, his love, his lust for you.

“Words, love, I need you to tell me what you want”

“Yes Haechan, yes” you found yourself growing needy, his gaze making your stomach do butterflies.

Haechan ripped your shirt in half, kissing you roughly again. You didn’t have time to be shocked about your shirt because after he pulled away from kissing you he was already pulling the straps off your shoulders, gripping your boobs and licking your nipples.

It was all so much, it all felt too good too soon. He had never been like this and it made you want him even more, you wanted him to make you beg for his forgiveness, you wanted him to be rough.

“Pants off, quickly” he ordered and you obeyed, sitting up to take your jeans off, revealing your pretty red panties that he bought you. “Aw cute, those off too” he added playing with the band of your panties. You shyly shrugged off your panties as Haechan was growing impatient, he grabbed the panties and tugged them off you, grabbing your legs and pulling you near his face.

“Now love, I need you to be quiet, every moan you let out I’ll slow down” Haechan kissed your thighs, edging close to your soaked pussy. You bit your lip nervously, knowing you couldn’t be quiet not while he was eating you out.

“Haechan you know I can’t-” you tried to explained but Haechan tsked, slapping your thigh, “you can love, and you will or you won’t cum yeah? He warned, pressing kisses to your clit.

“Y-Yes.. I’ll be quiet” you breathed feeling Haechan already start licking your clit, working his tongue on you at a very slow pace, the feeling already causing you to bite your lips again, hoping you didn’t make any noise.

Haechan picked up his pace, his tongue moving faster as he squeezed your thigh, groans leaving his mouth everytime he tasted you “you taste so good my love, all for me right?” He asked putting his attention back on your click, speeding his tongue up.

You couldn’t talk. Your breaths had already quickened and every now and then you’d let out a small moan that you hoped Haechan didn’t hear, you had your bottom lip tucked under your teeth in attempt to silence yourself, rolling your eyes in pleasure everytime his tongue flicked your clitoris.

“Right? Speak, now” he demanded as he stuck a finger inside of you, his eyes staring into yours. After a couple seconds of you trying to remember what he said he stopped his movements, sitting up to look at you,

“Don’t make me ask again love,” his voice was so low, turning you on even more.

“Y-Yes only for you Haechan, please..” you begged wanting nothing more but to feel his tongue again, to feel him do something again.

“Mm, took to long my love” Haechan unbuckled his belt, pulling down his pants, “cmon, be a good girl” Haechan ordered to you who instantly sat up, knowing exactly what he wanted.

You grabbed his cock, edging his tip in your mouth and Haechan tsked again, grabbing your jaw and sliding himself in your mouth, groaning when he felt your warm mouth around him.

He hummed, feeling himself slide in and out of your mouth. “Yeah, this feeling is only from you, you’re so good y/n” he praised your mouthwork, watching you deepthroat him with no hands. He always felt himself almost finishing too soon when you sucked his cock, he missed you more than he would admit and the way you treated him right now made him forget all about your words towards him.

Haechan pulled you off him, watching you try to catch your breath, drool down your chin. “Yeah, all messy just for me, you know who’s in control now? Or do I need to show you some more?” Haechan said in your face, wiping the drool off your chin, “show me please haechan, I need to feel you” you pleaded and Haechan groaned at how needy you sounded.

“Lay down”

You did exactly what he asked, laying down on your back as he immediately spread your legs, he licked his lips at how wet you were, wanting to devour you again, he aligned himself with your pussy, sliding himself in, cursing at how good you felt, “remember, quiet my love” his voice faltered and you leaned your head back, covering your moans up with your hands, feeling him enter inside you.

You felt Haechan inside you, slowly at first. You looked at him inside you and it made you moan, you bit your lip halfway through the strangled moan but Haechan smirked, quickening his pace once he heard your sounds.

“That feels good?” He sped up more, picking your legs up on his shoulder and he pounded into you, hearing your sounds grow louder the more deep inside he was.

“So good, keep going, right there Haechan yes” you whimpered feeling him deep inside you, his position changing now and then and the angle hitting all the right spots every time. “Only I can make you feel like this. Me, only I can be this deep inside- inside you” Haechan moaned, bending down to moan loudly in your ear, making sure you heard how you made him feel as well.

“You feel so good, so good, wanna put babies in you” Haechan growled in your ear and his words make you moan in full blown pleasure, tears falling down your face as you felt your climax nearing.

“Haechan cum, I’m cumming” you squeezed out a moan, grabbing his back harshly as he whispered in your ears that he was nearing too, releasing inside of you just as you finished.

Haechan pulled away from your ear, pulling out as his eyes widened, “oh love.. I forgot to pull out” he said to you, genuinely forgetting.

You sighed, not minding much of what he just said. You were too tired to care about the problems that came with him cumming inside you, you closed your eyes and felt Haechan engulf you in a hug, picking you up shortly after before you drifted off to sleep.

xoxo, riea!

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edsanon · 11 months

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Eeeeee !

I wrote something !

So, I noticed that there’s a lot (only) fem readers for the Hantengu clones, so I decided to write something as a trans!masc guy.

Sekido’s part turned out as a fucking fanfic at this point.

And I am sorry for the Karaku fans out there, your part is so short compared to Urogi and Sekido :,(

I swear I did my best-

CW : Reader cut contacts with his parents on Aizetsu’s and Sekido’s part, internalized homophobia in Aizetsu’s part, mention of scars in Karaku’s part, deadnaming, slut shaming, calling names, description of violence, zapping someone on Sekido’s part.

Hantengu clones finding out that their SO is trans!masc HCS

Aizetsu-

•He thought you were a very pretty guy, that’s honestly it.

•He didn’t know if you would like him too, since in this society it has to be a man and a woman but he was so so happy when you accepted to go on a date with him.

•You didn’t talk much about when you were a child, or your family, and he always found it odd the way you would always try to deepen your voice, but he didn’t question it.

•It’s only when he went over to your house for the first time that he saw a picture, hidden away. It was a tiny little girl, she kinda looked like you.

•” I didn’t know you had a daughter..”

“I don’t have one.”

“A sister then ?”

•You looked so nervous, anxious, fidgeting with your hands..

•”That’s..Me, actually..”

•He was about to question you when you clapped your hand.

•”Welp ! I’m gonna make myself a snack, is there anything you want ?”

“I’m fine, thank you.”

•You were so glad that he dropped the subject, at least until you two were cuddling on your futon.

•”You look better now..”

•You tilted your head upward to look at him, confused.

•”You look happier now, you’re glowing.”

•He held you close.

•He wasn’t dumb, he pieced it together, and he felt so sorrowful that you had to go through not being comfortable with yourself for so long.

•If someone misgenders you he will gently correct them. He will not hesitate to murder if the person misgenders you on purpose. He won’t take too kindly disrespecting his boyfriend.

•You’re his amazing boyfriend and he’d rather walk into the sun than not telling you as such.

Urogi-

•When he caught a glimpse of you, he honestly didn’t know what you were…

•”Hey hey ! What are you ?”

•You were so confused at his question.

•”A human..?”

“Are you a boy or a girl ?”

“Boy.”

“Okay.”

•And that was pretty much it. No further question, you’re a boy and that’s it.

•But you were hiding something and he didn’t like it one bit, and he spent months trying to figure out what it was. It was a game for him.

•What did you swallow ? Why did you go see the doctor ? What do you mean you were born in the wrong time period ?

•He eventually found out when he opened the door to your room during one of his surprise visits while you were bandaging your chest.

•”Darling hi- What are you doing ?”

“Urogi ?!”

•To say you were panicked and mortified was an understatement. Your mouth felt dry as he sat besides you. You were terrified that now that he found out he wouldn’t treat you the same, would treat you like a girl, a person you were NOT.

•“Dear are you-“

“I’M A BOY !”

•You shouted panicked. He looked at you surprised while words were flowing through your mouth.

•”I’m a boy, I really am, I was just…Not born in the right body…” Was your simplistic answer. It was so much more complicated but in your state that’s all you managed to say.

•He put his head on the back of his talons while looking at you.

•”Are you happy ?”

•You were not expecting this question, and it apparently showed.

“Are you happier as a boy ?”

•You blinked, not knowing what to say. It was something much trickier than living as a boy or as a girl, but you did appreciate his effort.

•”I guess so ? I guess I’m happier now.”

•He smiled at you before pushing his entire body onto yours, nuzzling your collarbone.

•”That’s what counts the most. I’m happy as long as you are.”

•His wings were flapping happily while you hugged him back tightly, squealing in his hair with how happy you were.

•”But I thought you were hiding a partner from me.”

“Excuse me what ?”

•Urogi is an absolute menace when it comes to you. He will bring you himself to the doctor, if anyone misgenders you and you don’t have the guts to correct them, he will. Someone tries to harm you for who you are or disrespect you he is killing them but slowly. He’ll make them beg for forgiveness for hurting you.

•You are his precious darling and he wants you to be happy. If someone even tries to make you sad he is fighting.

•He became a bit protective of you.

Karaku-

•You’re hot and that first picked his interest, that’s it.

•He’s literally thirsting so hard over you, he doesn’t care, you’re such a hotty.

•How did he find out ? By thirsting over you-

•You were painting the table after it broke (and you repaired it of course-) since it sadly cracked.

•Some paint managed to get on your kimono after you were done, so you decided to take off your kimono and get yourself another one.

•Which is a this moment the pleasure demon walked in.

•”Hey babe.” You greeted him while making a ball out of your kimono.

•”Hey sweetheart.” He greeted back, looking at you near salivating.

•He noticed the scars, understood, and somehow that just made you hotter to him ? Help this man he’s so down bad for you.

•He made his way to you, circling his arms around you while kissing your neck.

•”You’re so fucking handsome babe..” He said lowly in your ear.

•He will get his hands dirty to keep you safe, but you do have a good passing so he doesn’t doubt that you’ll be fine.

•But just to be sure-

•No matter what he will treat you like royalty, like a deity, because yes he does, and you’re literally the prettiest most hottest person in existence to him and he loves you lots.

•He will blow people away for you, you just have to ask.

Sekido-

•He fell for you because he finds you sweet, and a few more reasons but especially because you’re sweet.

•You’re nice and you offer nice hugs (the rare times you do actually hug him.)

•He won’t complain but he often wondered why you cut contact with your parents. They must have done something really bad for you to actually leave them out of your life.

•But that means you’re all his so a win is a win.

•He found out when you two were going on a midnight walk, he even allowed you to hold his hand, it was a nice date.

•Suddenly you both heard a voice shriek from behind you.

•”(Deadname) ! Where have you been ?! How DARE you leave like that young lady !”

•You were terrified. How did you mother found you ? The date wasn’t even close to your hometown!

•Sekido took things in his own hands, very much annoyed that some bitch was ruining his date with his perfect boyfriend.

•”Listen here harlot, you’re obviously talking to a guy. You have dementia or something ? Go get checked and stop bothering us.”

•The crazy witch was still spouting nonsense at you. Why weren’t you responding ?

•”Mother listen-“

“THIS is the kind of man you’re with ?! What, did he knock you up ?! I wouldn’t be surprised you whore !”

“I love him-“

“And change these clothes, you’re a woman so dress like one !”

•Sekido was annoyed, electricity was coursing in his veins and around him.

•He did not want you to see him kill someone, especially your own blood (probably.) but he was very close to.

•”Mother I am a MAN-“

“No you’re not ! You’re just confused !”

“Mother-“

“Shut up you ungrateful brat of a daughter !”

•That’s enough.

•He grabbed her by the back and throw her hard against a tree, savoring the sound of some of her ribs cracking.

•He stabbed the trunk of the tree with his staff just above her head, a warning.

•”That’s enough you old hag. I am at my LIMIT. NOBODY treats my BOYFRIEND like this, I understand why he’d cut contact with such a disgusting freak like you.”

•He was furious. He wouldn’t kill her in front of you, he doesn’t want you to be afraid of him, but he would gladly shock her until she gets scars. Which is what he did.

•Her cries and screams of pain were delectable to his ears, until he felt you gently tug on his kimono, brave enough to risk being shocked and yelled at.

•”Sekido please stop, let’s just leave, I want to go..”

•He sighed as he stopped.

•You were close to crying, which would be annoying to him usually but right now he could forgive it.

•He grabbed your hand and started leaving with you, he still glared one last time at your birth giver.

•”If I ever see you again, I will not be so merciful. Be grateful to your son, bitch.”

•Needless to say the way back was silent. Until he spoke up.

•”Why did she call you her daughter and other things ?”

•You gulped.

•You were not ready for this conversation, terrified of his reactions. What if he sided with your mom if he knows the truth ?

•You took a deep breath to answer.

•”I was born as a girl, this is why. But I AM a man, I was just..Born in the wrong body.”

“Okay.”

•That was it ? That was his reaction ? ‘Okay’ ?

•”You…Really don’t mind ?”

•He tsked under his breath, looking just as angry as ever, but his words were gentle.

•”I meant what I said, you’re my boyfriend.”

•You smiled at him, so glad to be accepted. It lifted such a weight off your shoulder, it felt really nice.

•”Thank you..”

“(Deadname) is really fucking ugly by the way, I like your name much better. You know how to chose a nice name unlike your birth giver.”

•That made you crack up. You softly laughed at his remark.

•He was still reeling with rage, but first he has to make sure you’re okay.

#kny aizetsu #aizetsu #aizetsu x reader #kny urogi #urogi #urogi x reader #kny karaku #karaku #karaku x reader #kny sekido #sekido #sekido x reader #kny hcs #hantengu clones #hantengu clones x reader

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sappho-ism · 8 months

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I see a lot of people talking about how being lgbtq+ is just a part of their lives that is just negligible and doesn’t influence who they are as a person.

Which of course, there’s nothing wrong with. But I have a very opposite experience. And I just wanted to talk about it? Because I think about it a lot.

(Note, I will be talking about Christianity and religious trauma so please if that stuff makes you upset, scroll on, I’ve put the tws in the tags but I’m putting it here too just to be safe.)

See the thing is, as I’ve said many times before on this blog, I grew up in a Christian family and was a Christian myself up until I was about 14 when I then left the church. I didn’t even know gay people existed until I started in secondary school and I had a friend who came out to me as a lesbian and she had to explain to me what being LGBTQ+ even was. At that point I was 11. And since being a kid in school meant you were surrounded by other girls who had these “boyfriends.” I never understood that. I never understood the allure of being married to a man, having a child with them, etc. To me, even when I was literally a child, it sounded like something I did not want. Like at all. This lead to me feeling incredibly abnormal compared to so many other people. But I spent that entire first year of secondary with that friend and as I started my second year, a few months before I turned 12, I also came out as a lesbian.

I was outed at church very soon after too. Pastors would pull me aside into rooms to talk about who I was, and why it was a sin that I needed to correct. That I needed to “cast the devil away from my life.” I had friends in that church who were my age. One of which was actually bisexual herself. Her mother throughly hated me because of the fact I was lesbian, worried that somehow I’d “make her daughter gay.” Other people in the church who had previously been family friends now saw me as something to be fixed. That I was a problem and that they needed to remedy it through Christ.

My parents actually had the two church leaders over at our house for food once, and I remember watching one of them go into this fit about how much he hated that the church was being pressured to accept LGBTQ+ people, how it’s wrong, disgusting, and all the other shit you’d expect to hear from a conservative Christian’s mouth concerning LGBTQ+ people. In my own fucking house.

This culminated in me being cohered, guilt tripped and manipulated into being baptised in-front of the entire congregation and then announcing that I was “free of the sin of homosexuality.” Watching people actually rejoice and clap and celebrate such a thing is still something very present in my mind.

I left the church very soon after that. One reason because I didn’t believe in any high power to begin with. The other being I felt like I had utterly betrayed myself. I hated myself. And everyone else in that place hated me too. They just liked to pretend they didn’t, and “only hated the sin.” I went through so much confusion and upset over who I was, and trying to navigate that as a young teenager while simultaneously being told that I was disgusting for even existing by a community I had grown up in was suffocating.

But once I was finally away from all of that, I still had to endure the fucking isolation that comes with being literally the only other out lesbian in my school and, to my knowledge, my college and just being a lesbian in society in general but I won’t go into that because this post is long enough.

Being a lesbian has literally defined my experiences that have shaped me growing up. It’s been there. Everywhere. I’m still trying to combat feelings of shame over my own sexuality that come creeping in every so often, especially since I’m still very exposed to Christianity through my family. But being able to call myself a lesbian instills me now with this feeling of joy and self assurance, feelings that initially were just plain shame and self hatred. I feel incredibly connected to that part of myself, and by extension the community. Even when I haven’t known other shit about myself or who I was, that was the thing I did know.

Being a lesbian directly impacts me. It did and it definitely still does. It’s not just a negligible fact about me or anything. It’s so important in a way I still can’t properly describe and idk if I ever will be able to. But it’s nice.

I didn’t have this ability to be so open about myself when I was younger. And now I finally have the chance, I’m going to take it. Yes, it still puts me in danger, yes, people are going to fucking hate me for it. But I’m doing it for younger me who didn’t have the chance, who was bullied and ridiculed and made to feel like she was a disgusting abomination for simply existing.

#long post #verrryy long post #essay at this point #I’m sorry this is literally so long but it’s late and I am thinking #tw christianity #ex christian #tw religious trauma #lesbian #wlw #lgbtq #lgbt #sapphic #lesbians #nblw #lgbtqia

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lupi-usque-ad-finem · 8 months

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✦☾ welcome home, cubs! ☾✦

pleased to have you! i’m Yré, your favorite wulver this side of the river :)

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info ab me!

i have been a part of this community/kinning for over a decade now, hence i created this blog to give help, advice, encouragement, and support to any of those who need it! my inbox & messages are always open to help with any kind of kin related matters. this space is for my kintype and will be filled with caninekin adjacent posts if that is up your alley.

Therianthopy and it’s components have been a huge part of me as long as I’ve been alive. It’s an essential part of explaining how I behave put into language, as the feelings and experiences of how I feel inwardly cannot be fully communicated verbally, but can be spoken about in common level and specific terms to guide to a general understanding. I learned early on that I always acted more animalistic than others—especially as a child. I favoured running on all fours, yipping and barking when I became happy or excited, howling as a greeting or whistling for communicating over long distances (creds to dad for that one), growling, biting, or clawing as a means of displaying anger, annoyance, or rage, learning how to climb before I could walk, etc. These behaviours have been a part of me as long as I can remember, and will continue to be as long as I live. Though years of bullying put me in shame about it, I could not nor would not ignore how it always felt natural to communicate and behave this way, and luckily my family and friends have always been accepting and accommodating of my behavior, never forbidding me from how I express myself as they understand I am most comfortable through it. I’ve learned I can exist happily this way.

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Growing up I never understood gender rules or stereotypes. All the “rules” felt so convoluted and made up as I never felt I identified with either side of the gender binary. I always felt the body I have is just one I happen to inhabit. I understood the concept of ‘social gender’ as learned behaviour and displays, one that I nor my family cared much for obeying. I was raised in thought of modern day femininity and masculinity to not be a personal necessity, but that it was simply a social aspect of adherence. Instead, the individuality of masculinity and femininity became important in my development of forming an inward balance between the two, grappling with how the world taught me to be and how I knew I truly was, and my parents had the very same sense. They had far more important things to worry about than socially gendering their little ones, they were busy raising us cubs! With this in mind, my family instead taught us to embrace ourselves and everything we entail. I remember watching my mother’s uncanny ability to be a whisperer to every animal taught me true empathy, to understand the everything has a soul, feelings, and heart. My father’s unwavering love for his lifemate and cubs taught us to love our inner children and gave me the ability to understand myself, knowing I would have support from them. When I discovered how I felt inside had words to it, it felt like my eyes were opened for the first time, and knowing they would accept my innermost self has been all I need to know. My relationship towards my physical form and my emotions have become deeper and more spiritual as I grow, but the word ‘therian’ is as close as I can get to identifying my inner state verbally. It is outside ‘human’. *kinning is not always inherently related to one’s spiritual journey/gender identity, but can be for many. my kinship and two spirituality are separate whilst being shared through language expression. free to ask any questions!

all therians, otherkin, alterhumans, nonhumans, lycanthropes, endels, extranths, polymorphs, vampires, werekin, paleokin, fictionkin, plantkin, objectkin, conceptkin, voidkin, othervague, hybrids, otherhearted, fictionhearted, furries, and those that are questioning are more than welcome here!

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seokgyuu · 10 months

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Hello mitch!

I'm one of you silent readers, but today I wanted to request something can we please get a seokmin angst like angsty angst? feeling a bit emo right now lol.

I would love to see your writing that genre more prominently.

It's upto you if you want to make a happy ending or.... End our lives.

I really just want to see some angst *evil laughter*

I hope you accept my request, thank you! 🩷

All my love,

Max ❤

hi max! finally got to your request!! thank you so much for sending this in, i love writing angst and i hope this is to your liking! <;3

PAIRING: Seokmin x Reader

GENRE: Lovers to Strangers, angst, blink and you might see a bit of past fluff

SYNOPSIS: You always thought Seokmin was your forever.

WARNINGS: very angsty, like very, no happy ending, no pronouns used for reader, but there is mention of them wearing a dress

WORDCOUNT: 1.2k

A/N: if you want to feel what i felt reading this play Lewis Capaldi's Wish you the best in the background. Works wonders for the tears.

Falling in love with Lee Seokmin had been the easiest thing you had ever done. It came so naturally to you as if it had always been meant for you to someday find him and love him. He was your sun, your moon, your best friend. The second you two met, you knew he was the one.

And luckily enough he felt the same way about you. He loved every single thing about you; the way you eyes sparkled when you laughed, the way you sometimes talked in your sleep, how you looked when you concentrated on your newest art project. To him, loving you came just as easily.

Your earlier friendship turned into more and eventually you moved in together, everything falling into place perfectly. Weekly visits with your parents, grabbing dinner in the rain and running home without an umbrella, dancing in front of the fridge like a silly Taylor Swift song.

He was your person. He was your forever.

Your favorite memory of him and you was when he told you he loved you the first time. It was at the ocean, after he had been upset at his mum, just taking you by the hand and dragging you into the car, the tears so close to falling. He didn’t talk much and neither did you. Instead you held his hand, caressed his skin. He drove as long as he needed until you finally reached the sea and together you ran into the cold water, Seokmin finally breaking into tears, your arms around his neck and his forehead pressed against your shoulder. You held him up, in reality as well as metaphorically.

When you sat in the sand after, both of you freezing because of course there weren’t any towels in the car, he stared at the sky, his fingers intertwined with yours.

And then he had turned to you and he had kissed you, had thanked you for being there. You had told him that, of course you were, you would always be there. The smile he had given you had made your heart melt. He said it then, said that he loved you and you couldn’t help but cry because this man was yours and you were his and he was your forever.

Your least favorite memory of him and you was when you came home after a long day of work at the gallery and you found him sitting at the kitchen island with a glass of whiskey in front of him.

Your least favorite memory of him was when he told you he wanted to leave.

Your least favorite memory was the suitcase that was already packed.

You know that going to Seungkwan’s wedding is a mistake, but you still do it. You stand in front of the hotel with the gift in your hand and your insides tell you to turn around and leave.

He will be here. He probably already is inside there. You haven’t seen him in almost a year, not since you two talked it out. Decided to be friends. You never talked to him after that. And he never reached out either.

Somehow your feet begin carrying you inside, your heart that is poorly glued together hurts in your chest. You see the sign leading to the wedding and you see a few familiar faces. You smile at some of them and try to ignore the growing shame inside of you when you see their pitiful faces. They all know that he left you. That you loved him more than he loved you.

The wedding hall is decorated nicely and you put your present on the designated table, letting your eyes wander around afterward. Even though you don’t want to, you find yourself looking for him. How would he look? Would he wear that suit he always wore to weddings? Or had he gotten a new one? Your fingers play with the long sleeves of your dress as you begin to walk. You reach the free bar and grab a glass of champagne, bringing it to your lips to take a sip. Just then, when the sweet liquid runs down your throat, you spot him.

He is wearing the same suit. Your eyes go blurry.

When he spots you it’s like the world stops. 10 months, 3 weeks and 4 days since you’ve last seen him. And now he walks over to you, seems almost breathless when he reaches you. You feel his hand around your wrist as he smiles.

“You’re here,” he says and you nod, your eyes drawn to him and only him. The mole on his face, his dark brown hair styled up, his warm gaze so full of something you never thought you would see again. But here it is, here he is. The man you love so much, who not even once has left your heart.

“Y/N…,” Seokmin lifts his other hand, hesitating before he places it on your cheek. His touch feels so familiar, makes you shiver, makes tears well up. Oh, how much you had missed his touch. Missed him. All of him. Always.

“Seokmin, I-,” but he stops you, pulling you into his chest, the glass of champagne falling to the floor.

“I missed you, I am so sorry, I love you, please forgive me,” he whispers into your hair and you feel his tears hit you, mix with yours. You let your arms rest on his back.

“You know I always will. I’ll always forgive you, Seokmin.”

Your eyes focus again. It’s the same suit as back then. He has his one hand around a champagne glass, the other rests on the lower back of the girl you know he’s been dating. No one has directly told you. But you knew he had someone new when he had asked to meet up 10 months, 3 weeks and 4 days ago.

You watch how he laughs at something she says and presses a kiss to her cheek. You watch how the love of your life is nothing to you anymore but a distant memory of a time where you thought you were the luckiest person in the world. The poorly glued together heart is slowly falling apart again, you feel how pieces of it fall onto the floor in front of you. You hear how it breaks.

The champagne glass shatters. But not because Seokmin hugs you and asks for your forgiveness. It shatters because he never will.

Now, he notices you. Everyone does. The sound of glass breaking isn’t quiet after all, not even in a setting like this. A waiter appears and begins picking up the pieces of your heart. You don’t even notice it, too focused on Seokmin who seems more than surprised to see you. The mole, the hair, the eyes. It’s all the same. He doesn’t move, instead he says something to the girl he is still holding close.

Part of you wants to wish him the best and maybe part of you does. But right now you want to scream at him. How he should have never left you, how he broke your heart with no care at all. You want to slap him, tell him all the things you never did. Was it your fault? Him leaving you that night? You didn’t fight, you didn’t stop him. You just let him leave.

Nothing matters anymore. Blaming yourself will get you nowhere. You finally avert your eyes and thank the waiter, accepting the new glass he now hands you. The party goes back to before.

You know you never will.

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alostlovergirl · 1 year

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Pure -Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: why did I move to this fucking neighborhood?

Warnings: non con/rape, cult, religious themes, kidnapping, breeding.

Note: I hope you guys really like this. Sorry for not writing for a while, so this might be bad.

Their God, Steve Rogers or better known as America's golden boy, was the most worshipped man in this godforsaken village. I should've known that something was wrong when the townspeople were preparing for this harvest celebration at the end of the week. A lot of the women here didn't accept me, because I apparently wasn't pure. That I wasn't a full women because I've let men deflower me before their fucking god. I've only met their ruler when he gave me the lease to the house. Why didn’t I catch on when the women constantly talked about purifying me. Now, I was in trouble because the men were surrounding my home with black masks and torches, yelling about " the ritual".

Chest heaving, I grab a pan to defend myself with. I tried to purchase a weapon as soon as I realized that something was very wrong here, but the man running the store said that a lady has no use for a weapon. I wasn't allowed to leave the town because I wasn't pure. I tried to call my family to come get me, but they couldn't get into the town. They are basically keeping me hostage inside this damn town. Why did I move here?

Tears started running down my face, falling into my shirt. I was shaking as the men around my house tried find some way into my house. With every shaky breath I take, tears continued to blur my vision until I am having a full blown panic attack. Why are they doing this to me? I just wanted to live out my adult life away from my parents. Now, I miss my mom and dad. Keys go into the lock of my back door and my whole body goes completely numb, ears ringing. " No no... "

The back door swings open and the men flood into my house, as I drop the pan with pure horror. " Purify.... Purify... Purify..." they chanted coming towards me with a tall man with dirty blonde hair. The blonde haired man takes off his mask and its Steve Rogers, the man that gave me the house in the first place. The sheer presence of this man makes my knees feel weak. I drop down to my knees, tears flowing. He smiles and kneels down in front of me, grabbing my face with his giant hand. " Time to purify you, my dear."

" No.. please...” tears run down my face. He caressed my face, humming a nursery rhyme that is used around the town to calm down the babies. He stands up and claps his hands, the men behind him moving and grabbing me. I scream and cry, kicking my feet, begging the men not to hurt me. They take me out of the comfort of my own home, taking me to Steve's house as the women and children watch from inside their homes as their brothers and husband carry my struggling form towards the house.

Steve's house stood at the end of the block, big and intimidating. His house was always the finest, largest, and neatest looking house. His lawn was always clipped and his home was always clean due to the women always cleaning it. The women praised this man so much that they cook and clean for him. They make sure their God is well taken care of. Hell, they sometimes give themselves up to him when ever he gets horny. Its terrifying that they just give themselves to him.

The men carry me inside of his big, gorgeous home and dropped me on the couch, leaving me alone with this scary man. Steve takes off his mask, that was hanging around his neck. He hums and licks his canines, looking my body over with his icy blue eyes, with a smirk. " Pretty pretty... Woman. " he lays his heavy body over my small one. My lungs felt like they were being crushed, it hurt with every breath I take. " such a shame that this body has been defiled in such horrendous ways" he purrs, spreading my thighs open. The callouses on his hands scratched my plushed thighs as he leans in to my untouched neck, kissing it with wet sounds. I shiver, pushing on his broad shoulders, crying for my parents. I just wanted to go home. I wanted to hug my momma and daddy, letting them comfort me and tell me that it will be okay. Not under this fucking creep, feeling weak under him.

Bright lights filled my eyes as he pressed himself against me, ripping my jeans and shirt off. It was such a beautiful day, yet they decided to do this today. " Ah you have made your body so unpure. Don't worry... You will be my perfect wife." he says that as he flicked my nipple piercings with disgust. His body weight held me down as he unscrews the jewelry and throw them across the room. He caressed my face, making me turn away from him with tears running down my face.

He spends 2 hours undoing me in the most vicious ways. From fucking me silly to absolutely humiliating me by pounding my face in the window, letting his sheep see my red, tear stained face. Steve stretched my small pussy out, molding my vaginal canal to fit his thick cock. He holds my hair, wrapping it around his knuckles, yanking me back against his chest. My tits on full display for the gathering towns people coming to the window.

My pussy drips into a puddle on his wooden floor and he just kept pounding into my privates, more pain and pleasure searing through my entire body. I put my hands on the window, crying out. I drool, whimpering out his name in broken moans. It's too damn good, but felt so wrong. The heat bubbled up in my stomach and bursted, wetness running down my thighs. He hums and continues, letting his head fall back. The overstimulation fills my body, quickly. I try to fight him off, shaking and begging him to get off.

Steve presses his hand on the arch of my back, slamming in harder. I scream, banging on the window, his thick cock pounding deep inside. " you will be pure. My perfect wife in my eyes"

As my knees give out, he kept going on about purity. My body was about to give out as he fills me up with his cum, sighing in relief. " You are now pure"

#dark marvel #marvel #cult #new writer #steve rogers #steve rogers x you #x reader #non con #new #new post

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butterflypeatea3456 · 1 year

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Soft yan!Ser Criston Cole x Reader HC

Part 3

Even since he broke his oath Criston Cole couldn’t stop feeling the burning shame. The paranoia and self-hate fueled his irrational anger at the world. But you soften those feelings. And the night you forgive in the hall would not leave his mind. Every glimpse of you he stole. Felt like he was once again so close to breaking his oath. Remembering the feeling of your warm hand against his lips. How lovely you looked in the new gown you made. He wanted so badly to ask you for something, anything he could wear close. But it’d be improper since he was just a knight and not a lord. Criston would imagine what kind of clothing you’d make in Dorne. But Rhaenyra so sharply rejected his offer. Even going as far as to say that you’d never leave with him either. Not without her or your family.

It now irritated him how Rhaenyra never let you go more than arm’s length from her side. The only times he could now talk to you were when she was there as well. He knew you tried to lower the tension. But he just couldn’t let the sting of rejection go. Queen Alicent was someone he could now relate to more. Though Criston didn’t like the way the Queen sometimes spoke of you. Instead, he once again blamed Rhaenyra for Alicent not liking you very much. Never in front of you did he ever complain about the princess. One night while patrolling the training ground he caught you there. Using a large dagger to slash at the practice targets.

“My lady that’s unsafe” He hurried down to meet you. Shooting him a small smile you let him in on a secret. One that he swore to take to the grave, as you teased him to lighten up. “As the only suitable heir to my family’s house, it was decided that I would be trained. Practically the only option, there was no way my parents would let any harm come to me” You explained. Hearing your excited voice pleased him. You had some fighting and training experience. “I could help sharpen your skills if you met me here at night” He suggested. Criston couldn’t hold back his joy at you accepting his offer. He would get you all to himself on these nights.

You’d spend most of the day with Rhaenyra and most nights with Cole. Though sometimes you wished the three of you could once again be together. Though on these nights you noticed more about Ser Cole–Criston he insisted you now call him. How close he’d stand by you while explaining different tactics. How his hands would linger on your arm, back, and shoulder. You couldn’t deny that it made you giddy. The feelings you had for Criston and Rhaenyra swirled. You didn’t want to pick between your two closest ‘friends’ in King’s landing.

On the night of Rhaenyra’s wedding you tried to put a smile on your face. Knowing that you wouldn’t be able to see her as often. Laenor seemed like a nice enough man, greeting you kindly as Rhaenyra’s dear friend. He wasn’t blind to her affections for you. And you were relieved to see that he seemed less unhinged than Prince Daemon. Seeing him talk to you infuriated Criston, who was eying you both across the room. His hand gripped the handle of his sword. As the festivities continued, you boldly asked him to dance with you. In surprise, he almost didn’t respond, but he gladly took your hand. For once not caring what the higher-borns thought. It was at moments like these that the calmer side of Cole came out. Him loving having you in his arms.

No one could predict how the night would end. How bloody it would become. Later on, Criston was approached by Ser Joffery. Who openly talked Cole’s darkest secret right to his face. His life was now in the palm of this man, a man who was close to the person Rhaenyra was marrying. Once he mentioned your name, Joffrey’s fate was sealed. The blind rage Criston felt destroyed all his self control. In the middle of the chaos and brutality you rushed in to pull Criston off of him. But the guards were already jumping in and you were once again caught in a crossfire. The burning sting and sound of cutting flesh filling your ears. Criston stopped and let go as soon as he saw you. Saw you bleeding, clutching your arms, before he could reach you he was pulled away. Rhaenyra held you close with her lovely white dress stained with your blood, shouting for a maester to tend to you. As Criston hopelessly stared at you.

#hotd #yandere criston cole #yandere hotd #house of the dragon #ser criston cole #ser crispin #criston x reader #yandere rhaenyra #rhaenrya x reader

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axolotlsupremacyowo · 2 months

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Find the Word...again!

Hello! Welcome to another installment of Find the Word, except this time...mega! Decided to give this game a little comeback, and this time it's punching back with a vengeance! This time, 10 words! Woah! That's a lot! But it's to make up for being gone for so long XD.

As for who I'll tag? Ofc those are my besties @mikaharuka @udaberriwrites @mrsmungus @bleepbloopbotz @bees-and-sunshine @aislinnstanaka @tsunderesalty @fattybattysblog @lena-hills @oceangirl24 @sliebman10 @0nelittlebirdtoldme @kayedium-writes! And of course, anyone who wants to can join :3

Now, for the words!

Words for me!

hover, divorce, certain, dirty, plan, cold, sting, widen, agency, prefer

Words for YOU!

tile, gown, foundation, fuss, overlook, sniff, infinite, trouble, clay, personality

Now! on to the snippets we go!

Hover (Green Emeralds and High Tides, Chapter 6)

“So…what do we do now?” Wocky asked. “I need someone to hold their hand over mine, while I say the chant.” Apollo explained, hovering one of his hands over the plants. “The Fop can do it.” Ema spoke up. Klavier was surprised. “H-Hä? I can?” Ema gave Klavier an unimpressed look, as she then whispered to him. “You want to get closer to Apollo, don’t you? Now’s your chance, Captain Fop.” “I suppose I can…” Klavier trailed off. “What are you waiting for then? Come here.” Apollo basically commanded Klavier looked to his crew, who were grinning and giving him thumbs-ups, before he went over and kneeled next to Apollo. Apollo grabbed his hands and placed them on his own, and Klavier felt his heart jump at that. He watched as Apollo closed his eyes, and then…he started chanting “Xpooir tpogq afh gjsw, mrdwv omv wsxczjud iyww.” Apollo began to chant To his surprise, the plants that Apollo hovered his hands over started to glow, He almost jumped back, turning to his crew. His crew seemed surprised too, watching fearfully and in awe. He looked back to Apollo, and he noticed that symbols, almost as though they were drawn on his skin, were glowing too. They grew brighter and brighter with every word that Apollo chanted.

Divorce, Sting (Yours Truly Franziska von Karma, Chapter 1)

Maya nodded, satisfied with her answer. “Ohhh, I see. Well, your parents must be proud of you, then!” Franziska felt a sting of pain at that statement. She knew that Maya meant no harm, and she probably didn’t know about her parent’s divorce, but it still hurt nonetheless “My Papa is, but my Mama isn’t.” “Huh? Why?” Maya asked, confused. “Mama and Papa…they disagree on a lot of things.” Franziska said. Maya was still confused. “What do you mean by that?” “My father and mother are divorced.” Franziska clarified. Maya frowned. “Oh…I’m so sorry…” “Do not say sorry, Maya Fey. You are not the cause of the divorce.” Franziska said. “Still, it must suck.” Maya said, then adding much more cautiously. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, my dad died…Not that it will, sorry for making this about myself. I’m so selfish…” She had mumbled out the last part, looking away in shame. (This girl is…comforting me…) Franziska smiled. (Oh, you foolishly foolish fool…)

Certain (To Maya Fey)

Franziska had a problem, and her name was Maya Fey. Now Franziska was the very definition of a workaholic. If the dictionary definition of the word workaholic had pictures then a photo of Franziska would no doubt be on there. She had dedicated her entire life into prosecution, and by entire life it really was her entire life. Franziska was pretty sure she started reading books about law ever since she could read, and she started reading when she was only 3 years old. Every Christmas and every birthday celebration, she would be gifted with law books and whips, gifts that she accepted with enthusiasm. Once she was 13 she had taken the bar exam and passed, and she had been prosecuting ever since. For all intents and purposes, there was not a prosecutor in the world who was more focused on their job than Franziska von Karma. But even the mightiest falter, and lately Franziska seemed to be distracted by a certain someone. That someone was Maya Fey. All she could think about was Maya Fey. Maya Fey this, Maya Fey that, all her mind focused on was Maya Fey. When she should have been thinking about how to properly obliterate the secondhand defense attorney she was supposed to be going against, she instead found herself thinking of the foolish mountain girl that had somehow won her heart. It was infuriating really, how much Maya Fey occupied Franziska’s mind. All Franziska could think about was her dark blue eyes that always seemed shining and lively, her wide toothy grin that brightened up the moods of anyone who saw it, her clear loud melodic voice that Franziska loved to hear, her soft beautiful long black hair that was downright radiant, her happy infectious laugh that always managed to make Franziska’s heart skip a beat- Goddammit, she was doing it again.

Dirty (Yours Truly Franziska von Karma, Chapter 7)

“…Do you miss her?” Franziska asked in a mere whisper. Heidi sighed. “I do, every single day of my life I miss Frieda.” “I just wish…that things turned out differently. That she’d…” Franziska trailed off. “…That she’d still be with us.” Heidi finished for her. “Yes, exactly.” The gravestone was slightly dirty, though it was obvious that attempts to clean it were made. (Mama is just another death in this cemetery, another person who lost their life…) It was odd, how a life with rich history, a life that lit up the lives of others, could be turned into a mere statistic. Another number to add to the thousands of numbers, and nothing more. (But Mama is not just a statistic, she’s more than that. Mama is…she’s a person.) That thought shouldn’t have surprised Franziska as much as it did, but it did. (Is that not also what the victims of my trials are? People? Yet, my whole career I’ve been treating them like statistics…)

Plan (Snowball Fights and Laughter)

Franziska smiled at the sight of it, her aunt’s backyard covered in snow. That was, until she felt a snowball pelted at the back of her head. She turned around to the source of said snowball, smiling when she saw Maya grinning at her. “Gotcha, Franzy!” Franziska smiled, a plan forming in her head. “I really do love you, Maya Fey.” “I love you too Franzy- WOAH!” Maya yelped as a snowball hit her right in the face. Franziska snickered. “NOT FAIR, FRANZY! That’s cheating!” Maya said. “And so is hitting someone distracted with a snowball, Maya Fey.” Franziska replied. “Oh! You’re gonna get it!”

Cold (Things Left Unsaid)

Miles held his breath, waiting for Phoenix to say what they both knew. Things that they both sensed in each other, the things that they never truly told each other, the things that they felt they couldn’t tell each other. But now more than ever, Miles wanted to tell him, wanted to hear it back in Phoenix’s voice, be it soft and gentle or loud and determined. Those words, he wanted to hear those three words. However, it was too late. Phoenix’s eyes fluttered close, and Miles knew that they would never open again, that he’d never hear those three words that he wanted to hear, that he had waited to hear. Miles was openly weeping now, his sobs the only sound in the room and in the dead of night. Nothing mattered in this world, the whole world seeming to fall apart as the man Miles had loved for years laid in his arms, warmth slowly ebbing from the empty vessel that used to be Phoenix. “…I love you, Phoenix.” Miles whispered in between his tears. But Phoenix never heard it. Miles held Phoenix’s cold hand, knowing he would never hear the things left unsaid.

Widen (Complete Breakfasts in Bed)

As soon as Dickon spotted him, his face lit up in a smile as he realizes what was happening. His eyes were wide and excited as he watched Sebastian set the tray on the bed, turning to Sebastian with a grin. “Sebby- this is so- it’s really- for me?!” Dickon stammered excitedly. “Of course, Konnie. It’s for you.” “I didn’t even know you could cook complete breakfasts! I thought you hated them.” “Oh, I do. But you like them, so I cooked them for you.” Sebastian said, then gently pushing the tray towards Dickon, making sure that the milk and food didn’t spill. “C’mon, eat. I spent a lot of time on these.” Dickon needed no further convincing, picking up a fork and immediately dug in. As soon as he had stuffed his face with food, his eyes widened. “Theshe awre dewishoush!” “Ew. Swallow your food, Konnie.” “Own! Oshkay!” Dickon swallowed his food, and then he repeated himself. “These are delicious, Sebby!” “Heh, thanks. I hoped they would be.” Dickon was still grinning. “This is…Yoba, Sebby! This is so thoughtful of you! I didn’t think you’d ever do this for me!” “Hey, I love you to death. I’ll gladly do a lot of stuff to make you happy.” Sebastian said.

Agency (Apollo's Real Totally Not Fictional Boyfriend)

The Wright Anything Agency had become a familiar sight to Klavier at this point, and so had the people who called the agency their second home. Not only Trucy Wright and Apollo Justice, but the original member Phoenix Wright too. Klavier remembered when he still didn’t see Phoenix much, when he only saw him whenever he spent time with Edgeworth. Now though, Klavier saw much more of him, especially with the more time he spent in the Wright Anything Agency. Klavier had no problems with this, he really didn’t. He still felt a little guilty about getting Phoenix disbarred sure, but Apollo had forced the two to discuss that, and Phoenix had told him that there were no hard feelings. Klavier was relieved, and he was forever grateful that he could now call Phoenix a…friendly acquaintance. Not a friend yet, but they were on the path to there. Klavier looked up at the Wright Anything Agency. This place…he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of it. A sight for sore eyes. He walked up to the door, knocking on it. Thankfully, it didn’t take too long for someone to answer, and it happened to be Phoenix. Phoenix, in all his dark gray hoodie jacket and stubbled face glory, cyan beanie and a smile on his face.

Prefer (Ace Attorney: Maya Fey, Chapter 22)

Maya walked through the woods trail carefully, her winter boots crunching through the dirt in the path. Phoenix walked beside her, the two walking in a comfortable silence the entire way there. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the trails, dusty dirt path, leafy foliage on the bushes, and trees that loomed over them becoming practically familiar to them. They had a destination though, a place that they had to go to, the boat rental shop. (We gotta get to the boat rental shop, we gotta! The answers to our questions are probably all in there!) Maya thought to herself, putting her hands in her winter coat’s pockets to warm them up. (Geez, it’s cold! I mean, it’s winter…but still!) Glancing at the trees that surrounded them, Maya noticed that the trees were still bare, even the bushes less vibrant than they probably were in the spring. (I’ll make sure to visit these parks when it’s spring, preferably without a murder case on my hands…) Maya imagined the parks during the spring, vibrant green grass and blooming flowers. Or even autumn, with falling orange leaves and her boots crunching on the fallen brown leaves. Soon, as Phoenix and Maya continued to walk, they made it to the boat rental shop, Maya grinning as she saw the now familiar building. (Aha! Here we are!) “Here we are.” Phoenix remarked. (Hey! That’s what I thought!) “Yep! Here we are!” Maya replied.

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Sitting in the kitchen looking at the clock above the stove it's three in the morning. You're wondering where Keigo is? Shaking with anger wondering if he is with her. You know about the affair, how couldn't you not know? He confessed to you a couple of nights ago. When you questioned him why the sex was so bland? You had lunch with your best friend and, she talked about some wild sex she had “last night, I finally got to experience the sub/dom…and, it was so exhilarating, you should try it with Keigo,” she said and she gave you food for thought. That night in bed you suggested spicing up the intimacy with your husband, but he refused. He just plain out refused to do the things that he wants to do in bed with you. Out of frustration you sat back up in bed and asked him "if there was something wrong with you?" and he caressed your cheek and said "no, you're perfect…your my wife and the mother of my children, and I find peace in you" You glared at him hearing those words from his mouth ‘you are his peace’, what about you? Where is your peace? Every day you get up earlier than him, set the kids' school clothes out, cook breakfast, wake your kids and husband up, and see them off. You start your day by cleaning, getting something out to defrost for dinner, and waiting until your kids arrive, then helping with homework until it's time to cook. After dinner, that's the time of night you despise—the wait. You keep on looking back at the confession of your husband and feel so disgusted at his calm and nonchalant manner. You looked at him and wondered if he had any feelings for this woman that he was intimate with and, if you are desirable because at this moment you felt so ugly. Looking up at the bedroom door, you softly plopped your arm on your face to cover your eyes. You felt so much shame and disappointment. You kept wondering if there was such a woman in his life to satisfy him and that the lovemaking you and Keigo shared was so sweet and gentle but so damn boring. Can you grow to accept what he is doing to you, to your family?

Getting up in the morning you dragged yourself to the bathroom to prepare for the day. You took a good look at yourself. You once again went to the kitchen and started breakfast for the kids, went into their rooms, and got their clothes ready for school. You had to keep some semblance of life to keep your children in the dark because you read in a magazine that children naturally blame themselves if their parents' divorce and you can’t have that in their lives. You took a deep sigh and looked at the coffee brewing. Facing the long hallway, knowing you had to wake Keigo up before the kids. You dragged yourself to your shared room and woke up Keigo, what you wanted to do was slap the shit out of his stupid sleeping face but, you refrained from doing that considering that you didn’t want to start a big commotion in front of the children then you proceeded to wake up the kids. The morning went normal with normal routines. Keigo knew that you were keeping up with this facade for the sake of the children and deep down inside you were so depressed. Once the kids went to their room to get ready for school all Keigo said was “I’m sorry y/n…we can talk tonight after the kids go to bed” then he proceeded to walk back into the shared room to get ready for work.

He kept on justifying himself to y/n saying that he is a man and men need things that they can’t do with their wives and he has always treated y/n with love, spoiling her with trips and shopping sprees. He just can’t picture y/n as a sexual being. Ever since she had given birth to his first child he couldn't even see y/n’s pussy, don’t get him wrong he knew that y/n has a very pretty pussy but, he just couldn't be with her. When he first met y/n, he knew that she was the one that he was going to marry and have children with but, he just couldn’t see her as anything else.

And, yes he made love to her in fact, their sex routine was regular. It was…it was just the plain foreplay…you know rubbing your clit until you're wet then poke, poke–it was vanilla. Sometimes you wished that there were some different positions, maybe, some tongue play. But, it was just the plain missionary style. He never understood why you grew frustrated with everything, he rolled on top of you. Once you mentioned that you wanted a different position but, Keigo, justified doing it missionary cause he wanted to see your beautiful face the moment you reached orgasm. Sometimes sex was cut short due to your children sometimes they wake up early and make noise. One Friday night when Keigo came home early, you walked out in a corset and high heels looking scrumptious, you even tried some heavy makeup you don't normally do, and you even tried to be dominant. But, he didn’t like this side of you because he knew that he had to realize that you are a sexual being plus his cock was flaccid no matter how much you tried to suck him off. He profusely apologized, he knew that he hurt your feelings, and he made you feel like you were not wanted that night. That night after that debacle you went back to the bathroom, took off that sexy number, washed all the makeup, and went back to bed quietly while Keigo observed you pitifully. After that, you just lost hope and just went on your regular vanilla sex routine. You thought about that night and boy oh boy you cringed within yourself. It wasn't that you felt foolish, it was because he wasn’t sexually aroused when you tried to spice it up in bed. Have you gotten used to the normal routine? Every day the affair went on and every day you kept on questioning yourself and that day you had to learn to accept it.

Until one night you snapped. That morning when the alarm went off you got up and turned to see Keigo sleeping and glared at him with so much hate that when your feet hit the floor the devil would say "shit! She's awake!". You decided fuck it and like every day you changed the routine. You didn’t cook breakfast, you didn’t get the kids' clothes ready for school, you woke up Keigo and said that you need a day off. You took the keys from his nightstand along with your wallet and left for the day. You needed to get away for the day, you needed some time for yourself. you walked to the car and heard the balcony door slide open. “Where are you going? I need to go to work,” Keigo whispered loudly, trying not to wake up the neighbors. You stopped and looked up. “I need some time away from you…you need to get the kids ready for school, please fly to work…I’ll be home when the kids get off,” you said to Keigo. That moment you decided not to take any kind of shit from Keigo hell NO. You got in the car, took a deep breath, and start the car. Hearing the engine roar you smiled because you had a notion that you wanted to live again. Every day you slowly lost yourself because of the mundane routine you had to execute every single damn day. No, no you think it's time for yourself. After all, you have never been selfish, and you think it's high time to be selfish.

You looked at your phone it's 8 in the morning and you had 3 missed calls and 2 texts, all from Keigo. You had no desire to answer his messages, you chucked your cell phone in the back of the car and smiled.

Flying to work, Keigo was stressed. Y/n finally snapped, he thought to himself. He knew he fucked up when y/n finally drove him crazy with those silly ass questions. Sighing, Keigo pulled out his phone and dialed y/n's number, and sighed harshly when y/n didn’t answer. Might as well let her burn whatever steam she has…she is probably going to spend my money. He took flight, then pulled his phone out of his pocket and texted the other woman.

Keigo 7:30 am: hey babe, need to cancel tonight, wtf you told y/n? She's starting to get ideas

Uraraka 7:45 am: nothing in particular, just our recent escapade

Keigo 7:46 am: WTF!

Uraraka 7:47 am: don't worry babe, she doesn't know it's you, BTW are you deleting our messages?

Keigo 7:50 am: of course, I delete these messages. She knows I have a woman but, she doesn't know it's you. Let's keep it that way I don't want to hurt her any more than I did.

Uraraka 7:55 am: Yeah, but if you would've taken my advice nothing like this would've happened! All you had to do is fuck her the way she wanted!

Keigo 8:00 am: whatever. Gtg.

He deleted all the texts and landed on the agency's roof. Shit.

Y/n pulled up to Starbucks. You always get a coffee there when you have the chance and it was nil to none. When you grabbed your coffee, you stumbled upon Izuku. A little startled you almost dropped your coffee, quickly Izuku apologized not noticing it was y/n until he looked up.

"Hey, y/n…long time no see…how have you been?"

"I'm good…I had lunch with your wife the other day" y/n said while taking a sip of your Iced coffee.

"Oh yeah, she told me about it," he smiled.

"I gotta go…I don’t want to miss a clothing sale…tell Ochako hi" you waved while walking to the car. You wanted to cut the conversation short because Ochako told you every sexual detail and you didn't have any clue if he knew. You walked towards your car when you heard your phone ring in the back seat of the car, you knew who was calling you and you could care less.

for a moment you felt a sense of remorse but it quickly went away when you recalled his confession. You are not a violent person but God only knew you wanted to punch him. You huffed and drove to the one place you always escaped when you had problems when you were a young girl. You went to the mountains where your parents' cabin was and pulled up to the side of the cabin. Your parents always maintained the place because they knew that you loved it there. You rolled your eyes when you got out of the car. You opened the back seat of the car, pulled out the cellphone you chucked, and started to dial Keigo.

“Y/n? where have you been? Are you coming home?” Keigo questioned while grabbing lunch.

“I’m calling you to let you know that I am spending some time alone for a couple of days,” y/n answered.

“Are you fucking joking y/n? who’s going to be there for the kids? I’m at work babe,” he whispered over the phone harshly so that his sidekicks wouldn't hear him.

“I think it’s high time you take care of the kids…since you have time to be a fucken man whore with some bitch…you have time to take care of the kids…bye,” y/n hung up feeling triumphant. You sauntered to the cabin and opened the door. Smiling cause you finally have some time off from the kids and time off from that fuck face, you stepped into the cabin.

“FUCK!” Keigo yelled out. He didn’t care who heard him, he was very pissed at y/n how dare she! how dare she just spring this on me.

“Is everything okay Hawks?” one of his sidekicks questioned breaking Keigo’s train of thought.

“Oh…yeah…I just need a few days off. m’sorry last minute plans…ya know the wife,” he chuckled trying to hide the frustration. He gave the award-winning smile then turned around and started to walk towards the exit. His smile started to fade as he took flight, he knew exactly where you were. He took a look at his phone looking at the time to see if he had time to go to the cabin and try to convince y/n to come back home. That's it they will have a talk he was sure he would convince her to come back home and maintain their married life. He was flying towards the cabin when he spotted his car, he landed in front of the cabin. He was in denial, he didn’t want to accept the fact that the moment that he confessed. That you had no desire to stay in this marriage, Keigo frowned looking towards the cabin. He loved her but not in the way she expected him to love her.

Walking up to the door, the door slammed open abruptly. Startled, Keigo looked up at a tearful y/n.

"What do you want? What part of I need time alone do you not understand? Well, your here…come in" y/n said in disgust.

Surprised at y/n's demeanor, he walked in and took a seat. "Y/n, baby…you know I love you…I just," Keigo was interrupted.

"Ten years…ten fucken years…Keigo I'm done. I'm done doing whatever this is!" Y/n yelled at him.

“Y/n…be reasonable…this is not you babe…we’re married…have children, we have a life together, and you want to end things just like that?” he said.

“Are you joking right? you ended things the moment you brought another woman into our…well at least I thought out marriage!” you yelled at him.

“I’m sorry y/n…I just…I just can’t see you in that way, babe. Why can’t you just accept that fact…don’t I take care of you and the kids? have I treated you right?” Keigo questioned.

“No…no, I can't accept that! yes, we are married, and, yes we have children…but, what’s the point of having an unhappy marriage with a husband that doesn’t find me desirable? Fuck Keigo, I just can’t…I have needs too…so by your logic I should find a man who can satisfy my sexual needs? who knows maybe…just maybe they can save our failed marriage” you retorted back.

Keigo didn’t like your response. “What?! no…no y/n, I can satisfy you!” he yelled out of anger.

“It doesn’t feel good, does it? it doesn’t feel good to hear your spouse say things you said to me does it? besides, the moment you confessed whatever your doing was the moment that I cannot go on with this marriage,” you shakingly said to Keigo trying to hold back the second round of tears. “No, Keigo, I think it’s time to end this marriage…there is no love anymore,” you added and asked him to leave.

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