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holdupjack · 9 months

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Housewife

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

WARNING: Suggestion of Smut

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Third Person P.O.V:

Y/n sat in the apartment she shared with her longtime girlfriend, Hermione. It was late into the afternoon, the sun was setting in the window as Y/n flipped through today's newspaper.

She was waiting for her lover to return home from work. The worst part of the day in her mind.

Y/n hated that they both got off work a different times, usually Hermione being the one to almost stay into the night most days.

Yet, she didn't blame her.

Being a Professor at Hogwarts was hard work, and her girlfriend had always been an organized overachiever.

One of her friends had asked is she thought Hermione had been sneaking around on her, which caused Y/n to laugh.

Hermione had no time to be sneaking around, and when she did, she was always snuggled up in bed with her.

"Where is that girl?" Y/n whined softly as she put the paper on the table and stood up.

Y/n thought a moment on what to do.

Cook dinner?

Watch a movie?

Read a book?

Then she got an idea.

Walking to their bedroom, she wasn't surprised to find old man Crookshanks taking a nap on their bed.

He meowed softly at her arrival into the room, earning himself a kiss on the head and pet down his body as Y/n walked past him.

"Now, where is that list..." Y/n muttered as she scanned the bulletin board above Hermione's desk.

Her girlfriend had a list of all the books she had her eye on in the Diagonally Bookstore, which was a lot.

Thankfully, Y/n had saved more than enough this month in her own bank account, and was happy to spend it on her favorite person.

They're that couple that has their own bank accounts, but shares one as well.

Which means, secret gifts!

"Ah! There it is!" Y/n says as she spots the paper pinned in the corner, carefully taking it down, she smiled at the contents on it.

A few books she heard about, and some she had no idea, but Hermione has always enjoyed the barley known ones.

"Crook, I'm headed out. I'll be back in an hour or so!" Y/n says as she walked past him again, giving a scratch behind his ears as she went by.

She stopped in the middle of the living room, and looked around for a pen an paper.

In case Hermione came home while she was gone, she had better leave a note.

She doesn't need her worrywart girlfriend stressing over her unusual absence.

Quickly, she wrote down that she had gone on an errand and would be back soon. She left it somewhere it would be found, and soon found herself out the door.

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Hermione did end up arriving home twenty minutes later, very surprised to find it unusually quiet.

"My love? Are you here?" She calls out, but only heard the happy meows of her cat she he ran to her.

"Hi Crooky" Hermione giggled as she bent down and picked him up into her arms. She easily kicked off her heels and walked into the living.

"Where is your other mother?" She asks the cat, but he just continues to purr happily.

On the coffee table, did she spy a folded up paper that had the words 'Read Me'. Hermione took a seat on the couch and placed Crookshanks beside her, much to his dismay.

When she opened the letter and read the contents inside, she let an unhappy sigh leave her lips.

She didn't like not being places with her Y/n, even at work. Sometimes she regretted taking such a time consuming job, wishing that she had just become a independent researcher.

Yet, Y/n always reminded her that it's not how much time you spend with someone, it's how you'd spent it.

Still, she missed being home with her family.

Hermione hated the thought of what life would be like if they got married, or randomly decided to have children in the future.

Being the spouse or mom that was always working, basically missing out on every milestone in her life.

Now, these thoughts have been ongoing theme for the brunette, ever since a few months ago.

Hermione Granger, forgot their ten year anniversary.

Y/n didn't mind, she honestly forgot about it as well with their busy schedules.

Oh, but when Hermione had realized halfway through a class...TWO days later.

All emotional hell broke loose.

She basically had begged Dumbledore to let her leave early, which he was going to allow anyways, but seeing the desperation in her eyes told him that she had messed up big time.

Hermione had raced to Diagonally, buying everything she knew her girlfriend had been eyeing the last year.

When she arrived home with everything and began setting up, she had been in such a frantic state that she didn't realize how much time had gone by.

She was only altered when she heard the front door close and a confused Y/n walk into a beautiful gift mountain.

Poor Y/n, she thought only one of two things.

1. Someone died.

Or-

2. Hermione was breaking up with her in an extravagant way.

Then when Hermione began to cry and apologize for forgetting their anniversary, Y/n sorta chuckled and gave her a hug.

"Hopefully you and I will have many more anniversaries to come, so we'll just ignore this one" she had whispered in her lovers ear.

Hermione still apologized and asked if she could do one more thing to make it up to her.

You can probably guess where their night ended up, and you could also guess that she had asked for another day off.

Of course, they stayed in bed the whole time.

Anyways, Hermione didn't like the distance.

She didn't like the late nights.

And she especially hated the lack of time together.

So, she is going to propose an idea to Y/n. One that was definitely going to shock her at the sudden want for change in Hermione's professional career.

Hermiones eyes shift over to the front door as it opened with a soft huff from her favorite person.

"Are you home 'Mione?"

She began to grin when she heard the nickname, and stood up.

"In here, where did you...whoa what's with all the bags?" Hermione asks as she watch her girlfriend place two large bags onto the floor and rotate her shoulders with a pained expression.

"Actually, they're for you" Y/n says as she stepped over the gifts and gave the curly brunette a welcomed kiss.

"For me?" Hermione whispers when they break away, earning a hum as Y/n sat down next to Crookshanks.

Hermione pushed the cat to the end of the couch, taking the space next to her significant other.

She summoned her wand, and mumbles a soft 'Accio', watching as it slowly floated to the space in front of her.

Quickly did her eyes enlarge when she realized what was contained inside. Hermione gasped when she pulled out the different books she had been dying to get her hands on.

"Where did you get these?" She asks as she turned towards her girlfriends who was just watching her with a soft smile.

"I'm not telling my secrets" she jokes, obviously she had gotten them from the bookstore, since the tote bags they were in held the stores logo.

"My love, this is to much!" Hermione expressed as she began to put the book back in the bag, hoping that she could get her girlfriends money back.

"Oh, would you stop that!" Y/n laughed as she wrapped her arms around Hermione pulled her onto the couch the with her.

Hermione chuckled as she turned into her stomach, giving a loving smile at the women in front of her.

"Thank you my lovely, you spoil me rotten with your affection" Hermione mumbles as she pressed a few kissed onto Y/n's lips.

"I'd rather it be me than someone else making you smile" Y/n whispers back as she chased after another kiss.

Of course, their kisses always seemed to become desperate when they get this close.

But, Hermione still had to talk to her.

"As much as I love our make out sessions, I need to tell you some... interesting news" Hermione says as she sat back onto the couch, making sure not to squish her cat.

Y/n raised an eyebrow with intrigue as she sat up as well.

"Oh? Gossip? Did McGonagall finally punch a student?" She asks, making Hermione chuckle.

"No sadly, but it has to do with work" she says as she suddenly took a deep breath.

Y/n could tell that what she was about to say was serious, and it made her reasonably nervous.

"I want to become a housewife"

Y/n's eyebrows raised in surprise.

That wasn't what she was expecting.

Then she began to laugh, which made Hermione pout.

"This isn't a joke! I'm serious!" She sighs as she watched Y/n snort softly.

"I'm sorry beautiful, but it's hard to imagine 'Career Driven Hermione' as a housewife" she explains as she grinned up at her.

"Also, you can't call yourself a housewife" Y/n states, and the former Gryffindor takes a little offense.

"And why not?"

"We're not married"

Hermione rolled her eyes and leaned onto the backrest, crossing her arms and legs.

"That wouldn't be a problem if you would just pop the question already" she mumbles and Y/n smiles in return.

"You said you wanted to build your career!" Y/n defends as Hermione turned to her with a playful glare.

"Well, I want to be a housewife now...so get a move on" She replies, causing Y/n to laugh as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"Before we start planning a wedding, why don't you explain to me why this has come up?" Y/n asks as she scooted closer to Hermione and smiled at her as she wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

Hermione rested her head onto her lovers shoulder blade, and gave a quiet sigh.

"You know I hate that we barley see each other" she whispers, which makes Y/n frown.

"I know, but don't you like being a professor?" She asks as she kissed Hermione's head.

"I do! I did? I honestly only know that I hate being apart from you so much" Hermione expresses as she looked up at Y/n, who kissed her forehead in return.

"Well, if you truly don't enjoy being a teacher anymore...then why don't you become a freelance researcher? I know you've talked about it in the past" Y/n asks and Hermione smiled.

"You think I can discover something that could help the wizarding world?" She asks and Y/n chuckles.

"My sweet, you'll do more than just help us" Y/n says, causing them both to quietly laugh together.

They sat in silence for a while, enjoying each other's company as the night sky greeted the dark space.

"I'll do it"

Y/n hummed and kissed her head again.

"Then I back you a hundred percent" she whispered into Hermione's hair.

"So...where's my ring?" She asks, making Y/n laugh.

"Are you still going to be a part time housewife?" Y/n asks as she felt Hermione's hand land on her thigh.

"Obviously, only if you take my last name" she asks and Y/n hums.

"Fine, but only if you finally cave and get a French maid outfit" She responds, causing Hermione to cackle loudly.

"What is your fascination with that cliché?" She asks and Y/n shrugged her shoulders, making Hermione's head bounce.

"Ever since we rewatched 'Clue', I've been imagining you in Yvette's costume" Y/n admits, making Hermione chuckle some more as she felt her lovers hand caress her hip.

"Fine, deal"

Silence then came over the room.

"Did we just agree to get married?" Y/n asks and Hermione hums.

"Yep"

"Should we celebrate?"

"I know where this is going. You're thinking about me in that costume, aren't you?"

"Yep. Take off your pants my favorite sexy British maid."

Laughter and touches enveloped the dark living room as Crookshank ran for safety.

Poor Crook.

#harry potter #hermione granger #hermione granger x reader #lesbian #fanfic

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media-illiterate · 2 months

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Fallout 4 Alternate Timeline

Because @datura-tea asked about my tags on this post, and I already have it sitting in my wips folder, I thought I'd post my alternate timeline of events for Fallout 4! It always bothered me that the Commonwealth is still so underdeveloped while the West Coast has trains and a working electical grid. So I tried to come up with a coherent narrative of how it could have backslid into its current state.

Timeline under the readmore because it is, not short.

2077: The Great War occurs. The surviving students and faculty of CIT take refuge in the institute’s underground particle-physics labs, locking the rest of the wasteland out. They live in fear of being discovered by other survivors and raided for their tech, making them paranoid and isolationist.

2097: Building on prewar research, CIT survivors complete development of their Mass Relay teleportation device. Dubbing themselves simply as The Institute, they fully wall themselves off from the surface world and embark on an ambitious plan of underground expansion, scavenging what they need from the surface.

2131: The Institute develops gen-1 synths to act as surface operatives, mostly removing the need for Institute personnel to go to the surface. Now mostly insulated from violence, the Institute much more callous and combative towards surface dwellers.

2163: The Institute isolates samples of FEV from the air, and begins a program of carefully controlled mutation. The resulting supermutants are found lacking, and the program is put on hold.

2176: The Commonwealth People's Government is formed from several prominent settlements. The new nation takes steps to protect its people from the Institute’s aggressive scavenging methods, earning its ire. Though the institute takes steps to try and destabilize the CPG, their new gen-2 synths prove insufficient for the task.

2177: Reactivating their FEV program, the Institute begin producing supermutants from kidnapped wastelanders and releasing them into the commonwealth with the intent to destabilize the CPG. Through careful false-flag attacks using disguised synths, they manage to spark a state of war between the mutants and surface humans that will last for more than a century.

2180: The newly formed Commonwealth Minutemen, a volunteer citizen’s militia created by the CPG, help drive off the initial wave of supermutants from central Boston.

2180-2224: Tensions between the Institute and CPG continue to escalate. Though the efforts of the Institute’s FEV project hampers the young nation’s expansion, the supermutants are too disorganized and scattered to topple the government. Faced with an increasingly cohesive and rapidly developing CPG, the Institute begins work on its Gen-3 synth infiltrator project.

2225: The Institute discovers information on Vault 111. Preparations are made for an expedition to recover a pristine pre-war genetic code from one of the pre-war vault dwellers in cryostasis.

2227: The part where they murder your spouse and steal your kid happens.

2229: An early model synth infiltrator "malfunctions" in downtown Diamond city, exposing the existence of Gen-3 synths to the world. The cause of the malfunction is never found, though escaped synths often claim that it was an intentional suicide-by-cop.

2230: Realizing the security threat posed by the new Gen-3 synths, mid-ranking members of the CPG's nascent spy corps founds the town of Covenant over top of an abandoned tunnel network. Posing as a new settlement, almost no one outside the project know its true purpose: the town is actually a front for researching a method to discern humans from Gen-3 synths.

2233: The Institute begins its infiltration of the CPG using upgraded Gen-3 synths, killing & replacing key individuals at all levels of power. Though paranoia about synths continues to build, most fail to anticipate just how far the tech has advanced.

2235: The Institute finalizes development of an advanced model of Gen-4 synth, dubbed Coursers. Incorporating FEV and cybernetic enhancements, Coursers form an elite corps of assassins that eliminate anyone who learns about the Institute’s plans.

(Side note: I think coursers should have been so much weirder)

2237: Having completed their infiltration of the CPG, the Institute kicks off their plan to topple the CPG.

August 4: The Executive Chair of the CPG council, Robert Gray, is assassinated by his secretary in broad daylight. During the assassination and subsequent arrest, the secretary loudly declares that the Chair has been replaced by an Institute Synth.

August 12: Scandal breaks out as evidence of massive financial corruption is leaked to the public. Protests occur across the commonwealth as the full scope becomes clear.

August 26: A special election is held, and voters elect minister of transportation Patricia Weiss as Chair. She delivers a hawkish election speech warning the Institute to back down.

September 10: A portion of the CPG stages a coup, using claims of mass election fraud as justification amid mass public unrest. They capture most of the CPG council members, and declare them traitors to the people of the commonwealth. Weiss escapes and sets up a government-in-exile out of Quincy with the remaining CPG military. She issues a two week ultimatum to the coup’s leaders, demanding that they release the counselors and surrender.

September 20: Before the date of the ultimatum passes, the CPG council is executed via mass firing squad in the CPG council chambers. Public dissent boils over into active civil war. The Minutemen quickly declare neutrality, but their attempts to protect outlying settlements are hampered by the widespread violence and lack of volunteers.

October 30: Under the guise of a ceasefire negotiation, the coup regime arrests Weiss. She is put through a kangaroo court and hanged as a synth infiltrator, to the shock of the public.

November: Multiple settlements withdraw from the CPG as the violence escalates, Bunker Hill and Goodneighbor first among them. The CPG civil war begins to peter out as both sides lose support, and numerous CPG military units defect to become raiders in search of pay.

December: Loyalist forces gain the upper hand, begin a reign of terror style purge of the remaining CPG officials, and declare the coup defeated. Weakened by the withdrawal of numerous settlements in reaction to the violence of the purge, the Loyalist government promptly collapses. Remnants of the rebel CPG forces attempt to declare a new government out of University Point, but fail to attract any major settlements.

2238: The CPG totally collapses. The remnants of its military forces, both loyalist and rebel, defect to the gunners en masse; many, disillusioned with military life, become raiders. Only the Minutemen command staff, operating out of Fort Independence, remain cohesive.

The collapse of the CPG ushers in an era of violence lasting decades as raider warlords exploit the chaos to carve the Commonwealth up into bandit fiefdoms.

Rumors begin to circulate that several of the key players of the CPG’s collapse were secretly synths. In truth, the entire chain of events was planned to a T, and leaders on all sides had been replaced. Only the Minutemen were overlooked, being seen by the Institute as just ragtag volunteers.

Several synth infiltrators defect from the Institute, seeking a way to free themselves and their peers. The organization they found will eventually grow into the Railroad.

Covenant, its secrecy miraculously intact, becomes radicalized by the fall of the CPG. Their methods become more desperate and more barbaric as time goes on.

2240's: The Minutemen begin rebuilding support for the CPG among the populace, striking back against the raider warlords and defending settlements from their depredations.

2250: Supermutant attacks increase sharply as the Institute releases more and more mutants onto the surface in an attempt to stop the Minutemen from reforming the CPG.

2274: After weathering two decades of freaquent supermutant attacks, Fort Independence finally falls at the hand of a mirelurk queen; unknown to anyone on the surface, this was the work of the Institute, who used their advanced signals technology to drive the creature into a frenzy.

2282: General Becker dies, leaving the Minutemen leaderless. The militia quickly declines, becoming disorganized and factional; raiders quickly exploit the chaos.

2285: Disgusted by his role in the Institute’s FEV program, Doctor Brian Virgil sabotages the program, mutates himself, and escapes into the glowing sea with the accumulated research. Distraught by the sudden lack of new reinforcements, the commonwealth mutants face an extinction crisis. Many begin to question their way of life, among them a mutant named Strong.

2288: The Sole Survivor wakes up.

#I don't think this is perfect but I do personally think it has a lot more coherence than fallout 4's baseline story #The Institute being both totally disconnected from reliant on and genuinely terrified of the surface would go a long way to explain things #Coupled with dehumanization and insulation from the consequences it becomes very clear how they would turn out Like That(tm)#Explaining the massive amount of raiders as being a bunch of competing bandit warlords also makes way more sense than 'its just like that'#This would preferably go with a remake of the raiders as. y'know. a bunch of competing bandit gangs rather than a bunch of violent randos #The power vacuum being artificially maintained by the Institute so they can continue to use the surface like a larder ties it all up nicely #fallout 4 #fallout 4 meta

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leorawright · 1 year

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what if the s/o walked up to the mercenary, handed over a paper ring and said "now we're married :) can i wear the suit???"

That's adorable

Mercs s/o declaring their married after the put a paper ring on mercs hand

Scout

"Sweet!"

He knows it's not legal or binding but it makes him happy you know?

He takes this as you actually being interested in getting married to him so he might look for more permanent stuff

And yes you two can both wear a suit

Soldier

"I DONT THINK THATS HOW IT WORKS BUT OKAY!"

He will now protect this ring with his life

He repairs it or remakes it whenever it breaks so he always has it

Even if you two get more permanent rings he'll ways have the paper one

Demoman

"That's not.... eh why not?:

He'll take the ring and keep it since it makes you happy

He'll likely propose within the next week so be prepared

After you two are married the paper ring you gave him is still in his room in a safe spot

Pyro

They'll happily accept this as fact so you are now their spouse do not resist

They now brag to all the other mercs that they have an s/o

If they're ring is damaged they're devastated so you might have to get them something a little more permanent

Heavy

He'll just chuckle and accept the ring

He knows you know that the ring isn't binding but if you want it to be he'll buy you both some fancy rings

At the wedding he doesn't care if you wear a suit or dress he's just happy you're there

He also finds it a little funny that the reason the wedding is happening is because of a paper ring

Medic

Bro that ring never leaves his hand

He got Engineer to reinforce it so it doesn't break easily

He takes it as a sign of your love and wears it proudly even if it legally doesn't mean you two are married

When has he ever done things the legal way?

Sniper

He's a little confused and it takes him a second to process your words

He'll simply say you can wear the suit while continuing to examine the ring

You do notice the ring is always on his hand when he's not in a battle where it could be damaged

Spy

"I.... I don't want to question it do I?"

He then silently accepts the ring

He does wear it when he's not in battle and will death glare any merc who questions it

If you actually want to marry him he'll get sturdier rings but he does have your paper one in a drawer but he'll never mention it

#tf2 x reader #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 demoman x reader #tf2 soldier x reader #tf2 heavy x reader #tf2 spy x reader #tf2 pyro x reader

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ijwrsmff · 2 years

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yandere loid yandere loid yandere loid

Hehehe. I have written the thing. Also featuring Platonic! Yandere! Anya! I adore them. Thank you for the request! I hope you like it ^^

Word count: 1,196

You didn’t know it…but he found you.

Loud was going through single people in the area, looking for a potential spouse. Your profile was exactly what he was seeking to find. Someone normal…good looking, but normal in the sense you didn’t seem like a spy, nor did you have any criminal history. It would be a shame if someone as perfect as you were to get into any legal trouble and ruin his plans.

You were just going to the store, getting some groceries, when you bumped into someone.

“I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed as you picked up the items you dropped and helped the man to pick up his own items.

A small laugh came from the man, “It’s okay! I should have been paying more attention to where I was going.” He said as he looked at you.

You smiled at the man, and found yourself in awe…this man…he was gorgeous.

The man smiled back at you and held out his hand to shake yours, “I’m Loid. Loid Forger!” And he helped you place the items dropped into your cart.

“Nice to meet you Loid!” You sighed, “I have to get going now, but thank you for helping me!”

Loud laughed, “It was my fault you dropped your items, it’s only fair I help pick them up!” He turned to leave, and for a second…you were sad to see him go. He seemed like such a kind man. But, you didn’t want to get your hopes up of a possible friendship just yet.

After leaving the grocery store, you headed home with your groceries. And you thought that encounter would be the last time you saw Loid Forger.

But you were wrong.

From then on out, you ran into Loid a couple times. Funny how you never noticed this man before, but now you were seeing him all over the place. Not enough to suspect anything nefarious, but it was certainly interesting how much your lives seemed to overlap.

At one point, you even met his daughter. They were at the store getting peanuts, when Anya ran up to you.

“Papa! It’s y/n!” She exclaimed and ran up to you, giving you a big hug.

You smiled at the young girl, “Hi Anya! It’s so good to see you again!” You picked her up and spun her around, something she loved for you to do.

Anya turned back to Loid with a shocked expression on her face, before turning back to you with a smirk.

‘What’s got her so happy?’ You thought. ‘She’s just so cute…I wonder if she has a mother…’

You set Anya down, and she walked back over to Loid and looked faint.

Loid immediately looked concerned, “Anya? What’s wrong?” He patted her head, and checked her forehead for a fever.

It also made you concerned, so you walked closer to the two of them.

She stumbled back to her dad, and said “I am just so upset. I have a papa, but most kids have two parents. I love my papa, but I want another parent. I wanna be a happy family of three.” She looked at you with the same smirk.

‘So…he’s single? Maybe…I can ask for his number…’ You thought, looking at the two with a hopeful expression on your face.

Loid seemed shocked by Anya’s “outburst” and looked at you.

He smiled, with a light blush on his face as Anya continued, “Y/n is so nice, papa you should get their number and date them so I can have two parents.” Which only caused his blush to get deeper.

“So…what do you say, y/n? I’m not asking you to jump in and be a parent immediately, but Anya likes you. That’s very important to me.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “We could…go on a few dates and see where it goes.”

You blushed as well, Loid was so handsome…he wanted to go on dates with you? ‘I wouldn’t mind going on dates…and Anya is such a sweet kid, maybe…maybe this could work out.’

You didn’t realize how long you’d been lost in thought until Anya ran back up to you, “Please? I like you lots!”

Bringing you out of your thoughts, you stuttered, “Y-yes! I would like that!” And you gave them a genuine smile.

You didn’t notice…but both Anya and Loid reacted to your statement by smirking briefly.

Got you.

After that, you went on a couple dates. Loid was making sure you would be the perfect partner.

You didn’t trust him immediately, but after a couple dates he asked you to visit his home so you could see Anya and you all could watch her favorite spy show together.

Not thinking anything of it, you agreed. He seemed kind, and you quickly grew to love Anya. She was one of the sweetest and smartest kids you’ve ever encountered, so you were excited to see her more.

You reached their apartment, and were about to knock when Anya pulled the door open. How did she know you were here?

“Y/n! Papa they’re here!” She rushed towards you and jumped, hugging you like a koala.

With a laugh, you hugged her back, holding her up. “Hey Anya!” You walked into their apartment, still carrying Anya.

Loid came into view, coming from somewhere down the hallway. “Hello! It’s good to see you again!” He laughed at the sight of you and Anya, “You can’t cling to them forever!”

She sighed, and said “Why not? They don’t mind! Do you?” And she looked up at you with the biggest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Of course not! I don’t mind carrying my little Anya forever!” And you meant it. You loved this little girl with all your heart. You’d seen her out with Loid a good number of times when you were around town, so you’ve had plenty of time to get to know Anya as well as Loid.

But honestly? Who WOULDN’T love Anya, even after the first meeting.

Loid gave a dramatic sigh, defeated. “At least let them go until we finish our apartment tour.” He gave Anya a look you couldn’t decipher, and she got down immediately.

He walked you through the kitchen and living room, then showed you where the bathroom was, and skipped past a certain door in the hallway. Anya was very excited to show you her adorable room, and introduce you to Mr. Chimera.

Loid showed you his room briefly, then went to the door he skipped.

“And this…is your room.” He said.

Suddenly…you got a bad feeling. “My room? Wh-” You were cut off when Loid placed something over your mouth. Some kind of cloth damp with an unknown liquid.

You felt yourself getting faint, and Loid caught you in his arm, while still using the other to hold this cloth over your mouth.

Your vision was getting blurry, and before you lost consciousness…you heard a conversation between Loid and Anya that filled you with fear.

Anya looked excited, “Papa! Papa! Can we keep them?” She said, all but jumping up and down.

The last thing you heard was Loid’s voice.

“Yes…we'll keep them. Forever.”

#loid x reader #spy x family x reader #loid forger x reader #platonic! anya x reader #platonic! yandere! anya x reader #x reader #yandere x reader #gn reader

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the-way-astray · 9 months

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obsessed with slightly-toxic!aldella.

them being nervous around each other the way you would be around someone you recently developed a crush on and not someone you’ve been married to for at least thirty years. them not really being attracted to each other beyond looks and surface-level kindness. them always wanting to look and act their best around each other because they aren’t confident that the other will love them no matter what.

alden calling della over-the-top romantic nicknames like “my love” and “my dear”, thinking that surely acts of love reside in obvious romantic gestures and not the trust you have in each other.

them having trust issues and putting their oaths to the council over their relationship and spying on each other. them keeping secrets from each other about their assignments.

alden continuing to pursue della even after she rejected him, thinking that it was meant to be because he could feel it, and thinking himself simply persistent for not letting it go, instead of creepy. della mistaking infatuation with adoration or admiration and finally caving.

them never talking to each other about the alvar situation, and instead individually going through procedures to try to cope. them treating each other as simply a roommate and an equal instead of a spouse and a shoulder to lean on.

alden buying della a house because he’d always been taught that large romantic gestures matter and that all women like pretty things without considering what she would like. della being ecstatic because she was taught that men doing grand gestures like that meant they cared about you without considering that she probably could’ve bought a similar house for herself.

them never really talking about the alina situation, and instead getting awkward every time it’s brought up because they aren’t sure how the other will react to the reminder. them never really learning to laugh it off and look back on it as a ridiculous thing that happened.

them never just relaxing around one another. them never talking and sharing silly stories and joking around. ever.

alden never telling della about that “perfect match” he thought he would end up with, because he’s scared that della will judge him for liking someone before her.

them dressing up all fancy to go to some party and dancing or holding hands the entire time to maintain what appears to be picture-perfect relationship. them getting so emotionally exhausted that the second they’ve attained privacy again, they separate themselves.

and despite all this, them continuing to have the flawed belief that their relationship is perfect in every way.

#kotlc #kotlc alden #kotlc della #alden vacker #della vacker #aldella #most of this is actually quite canon-compliant i think #been thinking about this for a while #remember when sophie thinks of them as the sweetest couple ever or something like that???#idk their entire relationship feels like a facade that they themselves believe

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the-feels-assassin · 5 months

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Sunday Six

Continuing to work on the Christmas fic, where Strike Team Delta ends up spending Christmas with Coulson's family of origin. Current word count is just under 37k and...I'm not close to done!

This scene is during Christmas dinner. Natasha is explaining that she just came over from Russia five years ago, and someone asked her why she emigrated. Dean is a spouse of one of Phil's siblings.

“It was totally me,” Clint said with a bright, sparkling smile. His eyes twinkled with an inside joke. “Went oversees for work and she followed me home.” He leaned over towards Dean and added conspiratorially, “I think she’s a Russian spy.” Dean laughed at that, warm and full. Natasha smiled and gently cuffed Clint on the arm, while a flicker of a smile crossed Phil’s face. It was clearly an old joke between them.

#my writing #Sunday Six #Christmas fic #Strike Team Delta #Natasha Romanoff #Clint Barton #Phil Coulson

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hiraethblack22 · 1 year

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Fire and Ice. (Bucky x ofc)

Here I am with the continuation of the story Breathe Underwater. Your responses have inspired me to write a mini-series called "Fire and Ice". However, we begin the story at the moment when our characters meet.

MASTERLIST of FIRE AND ICE: HERE!

IMPORTANT: I won't use Y\n but the lead character will be given a name and will be a fully formed character. Set in a time where everyone is still alive and Bucky is free of the hydra.

Warnings: violence, blood, torture, and manipulation. Vulgar language. The story will contain adult content. Probably a whole lot of Smut.

Summary: Thirteen is a HYDRA pawn, a soldier, a spy and an assassin. A wraith. Chosen because of her powers and transformed into the perfect weapon. (enchanted!reader) What happens when her mission becomes locating and eliminating The Winter Soldier?

-> CHAPTER TWO <-

CHAPTER ONE: Exit Music (for a film)

“What do you think happens now?”

A voice broke through the fog of images that were plaguing my mind.

We had sat in silence, my feet naked in the lake's cold water, as the house slowly emptied behind our backs. I had walked away absent-mindedly, unseen by the procession of family members within the old family home, dropping onto the dirt as soon as I reached it, my black funeral clothes still on, staring at the sun slowly sinking into the water.

My brother crouched beside me—hands on his knees, head bowed down. The familiar colour of his blond hair stung painfully in my chest—the same shade as our mother's. It was a weird feeling seeing him like that; Michael was always composed, elegant, and kept himself as a royal would. As I watched him, I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind. Seeing him vulnerable, without the usual stubbornness that bore his eyebrows and his chin always high and spoiled look in his eyes, it was like seeing him without a mask, seeing him through different eyes, and made me feel closer to him. As we sat there together, I felt a sense of unity between us that I hadn't felt in years, and for the first time, it felt like our relationship could only get better.

My brother was a copy of her. Our father used to joke about it before he died, saying that Michael had been too busy growing up clinging to our mother’s skirt, which had shielded me from her, preventing me from taking after her even a little bit. I resembled my father with my brown hair and eyes and the slight nose hump beneath the freckles. As a child, it was hard to witness— confining me to watching their love from the corners of the rooms and behind impenetrable doorways. It was as if a trench had been built between us, and thus I had grown up with my father and with his interests in horses and golf, yet part of me did wonder whether he did it out of pity or out of guilt, the fault of having a spouse who preferred the male heir. Then, as the years passed, I discovered I could occupy a different space in the lives of our family. And that was it.

“When we die,” Michael followed, his eyes never leaving his hands, “where do you think we go?”

I shrugged. I had no energy left in me to speak or even think. But I also didn't want to drop into the catatonic state I was in last time. “Our father would say that when a person dies, they go to a beautiful place.”

“Do you believe it?”

I nodded, taking his rough hands in mine. "He’d tell us to stick together."

“My beautiful place is here. With you.” Michael stared into my eyes, and I had never seen a more resolute look on his face. I felt my heart swell with love and gratitude. His words echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but smile. I knew that no matter what happened, we would always have each other's backs. And in that moment, I knew that there was nowhere else I'd rather be than right there with him. "We will be together forever, sister. Trust me.” He kissed my hand, and we went back to watching the sunset. A soft smile curled my lips. We were going to be fine.

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“Thirteen!”

A blow to my stomach made me jump, desperately gasping for air. My eyes shot open just in time to see the tip of the boot flashing straight towards my nose. I raised my arms, barely blocking the blow to my face. The force of the impact knocked me backward, slamming my back against the bars of the prison cell. Gasping for air, I struggled to calm my pounding heart and better acknowledge my surroundings. The stale, musty smell of the cell filled my nostrils. I tried to stand up, but my legs felt weak and unsteady. I stumbled to my knees, supporting myself with my hands against the filthy floor.

And there it was—the sad, cruel, bitchy reality.

The man laughed viciously, clapping a hand on his chest—right over the symbol engraved in his dark uniform. Hydra. The cureless poison, the undetectable illness you couldn't feel, until it killed you.

“Your time has come.”

The sweet haze of the dream vanished in a blink, drained by the cruel truth of life. The man in uniform fisted a hand around my hair, hauling me to my feet.

“You’re such a delicious thing, I almost feel sorry for you,” he said, closing the distance between us. The liquor on his breath made my empty stomach clench in disgust. He passed his tongue on his lips like an animal trying to seize its prey-his eyes dark and cruel. I struggled against his grip, but he was too strong. I felt sick with fear and revulsion. “Almost.”

He yanked my hair, dragging me behind him like a broken doll. Like every week, the time had arrived. I tried to steel myself for the inevitable, but my body trembled with dread. I felt a scream building in my throat, but it died before it could escape. This was my life now—a never-ending cycle of pain and misery at the hands of monsters who took pleasure in my suffering.

I gazed at the cell beside mine. Inside, the woman huddled on herself, her eyes wide with terror. I knew what was coming. The man would take her next when they had finished with me, just as it had happened so many times before.

She was grasping the bars, tears streaming down her dirty cheeks. The terror in her eyes mirrored my own. Her lips trembled, trying a few times before the words broke free from her mouth. “I’m sorry,” she hissed, her voice broken and rough.

Before I could even think about whispering back that everything would be fine, we were in the corridor, walking fast towards the stairs. The darkness was the sole thing I had known down in the cells of Hydra, except for the only occasion when they sent me out there for a mission; but, even if I was outside, breathing fresh air, watching the blue sky, or feeling the comforting warmth of the sun on my skin, I yearned for the darkness of the cells once more, where I knew it was me suffering and not the people I was sent after. It was a familiar feeling, one that I had grown accustomed to over the years. The cries and pleas of the people I was sent after were too much to bear. In the cells, it was just me and my nightmares.

One after the other, the cells held men, women, and children. All of them were scared and huddled together for warmth and comfort, clinging to each other to survive. Victims of a fucked-up system.

As I passed by each cell, I couldn't help but wonder how many more innocent lives would be lost before someone would come and save us. Even when the cruel voice in my head screamed that nobody would come for us, the world had forgotten us. I remembered the day a mother was taken away from her daughter, dragged to one of these rooms, and never came out. Her screams echoed through the halls as she was dragged away. The girl clung to me, begging me to save her mommy. It broke my heart to know there was nothing I could do but offer comfort and promises of a better tomorrow. They were lies; they came for her some days later, and I'd never seen her again.

Some soldiers had tried to escape and revolt against the captors, but it was all pointless. They were made an example of; I still heard their screams, their prayers, and their cries in the silence of the night.

I was hauled into a room. The lights were so bright that I shielded my watering eyes, but the unforgiving strength in my hair didn't pay any attention to my pain, especially not when he was going to inflict much, much, more.

“Place it on the chair and power up the machine.”

I cried out, trying to plant my feet firmly against the ground, trying to claw the hand that was dragging me to the chair. He simply laughed, handling me like a temperamental child. I could feel the fear rising in my chest, making my heart hammer in my ears. I knew what was coming next—the machine, the cold metal in my neck, and the head splitting ache. The thought of it made me shudder. But there was no escape.

“Come on, don’t be difficult.” The man threw me onto the chair. Still laughing as he fastened my wrists to the chair's armrests and wrapped the belt around my head. Another pair of hands tied my legs to the chair. The man pressed his fingertips on my face, stretching the corners of my lips. “Give me a smile.”

I was trapped, bound to the chair, and not even allowed to close my eyes in defeat. I couldn’t fight; I couldn’t speak, but they laughed as I cried and screamed, praying in my mind that someone would come and rescue me.

The science team tortured me with the promise to murder my brother if I fought back. Treating my sorrow as their own private, amusing show. The experiments were never ending. I didn’t know what they were looking for or what they were trying to shape my mind into. The only things I knew since they had captured me were hunger, pain, and regret, as they had dressed me in their uniform and forced me to commit atrocities.

“You are a special one, Thirteen.” A woman appeared before me, holding a syringe. The liquid in it was shining brightly, its warmth moving and waving around the syringe like flames. “We gave you this power, and you have tamed it. The previous twelve could not endure its existence in their organisms, not even for a single moment, but you..." She smiled as if fascinated—her eyes shone in a weird light; was it excitement? Or was it the familiar grip of a delusional mind? "You have hosted the flames for years, gracing the world with their wonder.” I watched the syringe come closer and closer, until I felt the familiar pinching of the needle. As the liquid coursed through my veins, I felt a sudden rush of energy and clarity. The world around me seemed to come alive in a way that I had never experienced before.

The world grew louder; I could now hear the buzzing noise of the computers, the soft breathing of the guards standing all around the room, the stable heartbeat of the science woman before me, and the scent of the food she had eaten. My mind raced, and I struggled to keep my thoughts in order. “Bending the world under the fist of Hydra.”

They made me steal, and lie, destroy governments, cancelling entire cities from the maps. Kill and slaughter. Whatever was that they injected in my veins, it turned me into their puppet. They pointed and I attacked, without whispering, without questions. Relapsing my life into a routine of lessons that made me more lethal—Magic and dancing alternating with combat, weaponry, poisons, and construction of explosives. And yet, all of that was pointless when it all came down to them. I became clay in their hands, to be shaped according to their sick desires. They had beaten me until I couldn't move, broke my bones until I was nothing more than a pile of shattered flesh and bones. And then they implanted thing thing inside of me, something dark and foreign that filled me with bloodlust.

The pain was excruciating; every inch of my body felt like it was on fire. If I tried to fight them, it could mean the end for the only person left in this world who meant anything to me. So I lay there, broken and defeated, as the pain threatened to swallow me whole.

Michael’s safety had given me the strength to stare quietly as they beat, broke, and shattered my body and mind. Letting them put this thing inside of me. I had no chance of escaping—not when it could risk the life of the last remaining person I had loved.

I felt reality shift. The world spun faster. The uncomfortable sensation of my body turning inside out. The woman before me—whose name I’d never had the privilege to acknowledge—she split into two before becoming one again, swaying to the left and then to the right in a constant waltz that made me want to claw my eyes out of my head. She smiled and turned serious a couple of times, watching my trembling body with fascination. “You made me a monster.”

“No, thirteen.” She pinched my chin. Her eyes shone in a red light, piercing into my soul, before returning to their usual blue shade. I tried to speak, but my throat felt tight and dry. I couldn't find the words to express the fear and confusion that consumed me. The woman's grip on my chin tightened, and I winced in pain. “I made you into an asset.”

My mouth parted, quivering over the frantic breathing pattern that possessed my body. My thoughts ran feverishly in my head, confusing words and sounds rooted in my soul, speaking cruel words in dozens of different languages.

“Thirteen?”

The voice echoed in my head, clinging to the roots of my being.

"Ready to comply."

Gloved hands emerged before me, so white that they seemed to shimmer in the neon lights. I was freed from the restraint that kept me confined to the chair, allowing me to rise to my feet. I rolled my shoulders, stretching my neck—not because I felt any pain; I felt nothing at all—but in preparation for the mission.

“New mission. Locate and kill,” she said, presenting a photograph before me. “The Winter Soldier.”

I need to thank everyone who commented and liked the previous part and the ones who asked to be tagged in this next part.

It's certainly not what you expected to read, but we'll get to that specific passage in a couple of chapters. I wished to give you a deeper insight into the characters and the plot. @thefandomplace @bonkyandsteebluver @billihill - let me know if you still wish to be tagged to the next parts!

This is a test chapter, to see how readers react to the story and to allow me to figure out in which direction to proceed. Let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged in later parts!

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ao3feed-twiyor · 22 days

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fingertip kisses

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nepDhcY by oceangrey "Truth be told I'm feeling a bit off." Loid admitted lightly with a smile. "Nothing too bad, I swear." he continued when Yor looked even more worried. She was watching Loid intensely as if he were about to collapse at any second—it was as charming as it was overkill. "I think I'm going to call into work once Anya heads off to school. Try to sleep it off." "I can call in too and stay with you." Yor immediately suggested. Which wasn’t odd, in fact Loid had half expected her offer. Yor's need to care for anyone she deems family had been ingrained into her as a child, stemming from a childhood of taking care of her brother. It was natural that the alpha part of her would want to take care of a perceived spouse, especially an omega one. What Loid hadn't expected was that when he went to reply—oh there's no need for that, I'll be fine—what actually came out was, "If you're sure." Loid's heat makes an unexpected appearance. Yor takes care of him. Words: 12295, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Anya Forger Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Soft Loid Forger | Twilight, Soft Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Protective Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Comfort No Hurt, Sleepy Cuddles, Literal Sleeping Together, Nesting, Omega Loid Forger | Twilight, Alpha Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Getting Together, even though they're already married, No Smut, loid sleeps a lot in here he's so me read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nepDhcY

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #twiyor #spy x family #sxf #loid forger #yor forger

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thatgirlonstage · 6 months

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What if Twilight and Thorn Princess met each other but due to a combination of disguises/not actually being able to see each other for whatever reason, Loid and Yor don’t, you know, realize That’s Their Spouse. But because they are used to each other and are kind of subconsciously comfortable with each other (and perhaps with a bit of competence kink & That’s My Archnemesis thrill) there’s some… chemistry… there.

Shenanigans ensue where there’s some sort of allies-of-necessity situation that involves a lot of ridiculous happenstances that prevent them from actually seeing each other, so it’s just Twilight and Thorn Princess on a mission constantly going sideways and Definitely Not Flirting over the short range walkies they’re using to communicate. And they stop whatever guy decided to blow up a hospital or something that made them work together, and they do a whole “I’ll let you walk away this once” thing where they finally have the chance to see each other’s faces and choose not to look out of respect for the help they gave each other. They both go home, Loid and Yor are obliviously surprised to meet each other in the hallway on the way back to their apartment, and life continues.

Except, yknow, of course it happens again.

It’s rarely the two of them actually work together in the same place at the same time — if only bc, from the Doylist perspective, it would start to stretch suspension of disbelief to the breaking point for them to never catch a glimpse of each other, and Yor doesn’t habitually bother to hide her face — but there start being these overlaps in their goals that mean one of them might pick up a mission where the other leaves off, they start occasionally trading information, they both start seeing cracks in their own country’s methods and goals and start cooperating to save more lives overall.

And even though their conversations are always short, even though they haven’t even seen each other, oh boy does the chemistry keep racking up.

Until you have both Loid and Yor having a crisis because they’re emotionally cheating on their fake spouse with their spy/assassin arch enemy and it’s not like they can tell anyone that, but also they’re starting to feel dishonest in an icky way rather than a “this is my job and it’s necessary” way

There’s any number of wacky breakup/get together avenues you could take from there, obviously concluding in a reveal where they both see each other’s faces and immediately feel monumentally stupid and then save the world or something, I just think it would be both hot and very, very funny if they flirted in their Twilight and Thorn Princess personas

#spy x family

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dontheckinswear · 1 year

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spy x family fans on tumblr will be like “omg newest chapter was so cute!!! yor and loid are such good parents and i love anya/damian’s friendship! :)” while completely ignoring the huge and very important melinda desmond lore drop at the end of chapter lol

so here’s what i think we can gather from this:

she does care about damian in a motherly way

when she heard he was in danger the only thing on her mind was worry for him

but hearing about donovan triggers her, letting her more complicated feelings toward him slip through

despite our window into their interactions being short lived, it seems like she isn’t trying to let damian know these true feelings of hers, she just tries to not be around him in general

this reads to me like damian was an unwanted pregnancy and if it were up to her, she never would have had him at all

he’s the child of a man she hates and his existence is probably forcing to her continue in this marriage

postpartum can be a bitch and if it’s never properly addressed, especially when you don’t love your spouse and you didn’t want the child, it can cause the mother-child relationship to fester. that’s what i think we’re seeing here

she doesn’t truly hate damian as a person but he is a reminder of the situation she’s stuck in and thus can’t stand to be around him.

i’m interested to see if she feels this way about both her children or if there was some other circumstance with demetrius’s birth

i can’t pass judgement on melinda yet because we truly don’t know the specifics of her reasons for being this way towards damian, but i think it’s safe to assume that the source of problems in the desmond family is donovan. surprise.

#spy x family #spy x family spoilers #spy x family manga #melinda desmond #damian desmond #sxf damian #sxf spoilers

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tarabyte3 · 1 year

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The Devil Makes Us Sin

Fandom: Luther, Luther: The Fallen Sun

Pairing: David Robey/F!Reader

Chapter 1/? (5.2k words)

Chapter 2 ->

AO3 Link

Summary: Your life isn't perfect, and you don't enjoy moonlighting as a camgirl for so many repulsive men, but you need the money and it's yours. You're getting by just fine. You're content.

At least you thought you were. Then you get a strange text message. And you aren't sure if you're horrified or intrigued.

Warnings: Explicit rating, smut, stalking, spying, blackmail, manipulation, dubcon, dubious consent, Dom/sub, sadism, masochism, unprotected sex, oral sex, masturbation, mutual masturbation, choking, dirty talk, praise, humiliation, possessive love, yandere, minor description of gore, minor description of violence, murder, discussion of murder, shame involving sex work, light shaming of sex work, emotionally abusive mother, troubled mother/daughter relationship

A/N: Work title is from "Paradise Circus" by Massive Attack. Chapter title is from the poem "Saint Joan" by Louise Glück, The Seven Ages

(There's a more indepth note below the cut)

A/N pt 2: I know those warnings seem like a lot! I try to tag everything, no matter how small, because I want to make sure no one is blindsided by anything in my fics.

But remember, David Robey is not a good man. He's a murderous psychopath, he's cruel, and he feels no remorse (though I do REALLY flex the boundaries of all that because this is fantasy and fanfiction after all.) This reader character is also NOT a good person, just to a lesser extent than he is. Therefore this is going to get quite dark on occasion. Though if you're here because you want David Robey smut, I suspect you're well aware of what you're in for. Still! Heed all tags and warnings. I will continue to expand them as they come up in the story and try to point them out as I add them, but always check the end of the list for anything new.

If you're worried, know that I have personal boundaries I will not cross in my fics. No gratuitous descriptions of violence, murder, gore, or torture in my smut fics unless specifically and clearly warned. No noncon or SA. No physical or domestic abuse. And though it is a smut fic about a fictional serial killer, any mental or emotional manipulation will be in line with what exists in canon, so no wild cards there either.

Pregnancy scares, worrying about or fear of getting pregnant, taking steps to avoid pregnancy through the use of contraception or other means, or having my reader character get pregnant—all as the result of unprotected sex between the characters—will also never come up in anything I write. They won't even think about it. I want my fics to be a fun escape for myself and for you all so I say no thank you.

Finally, there is some shame from the main character and problematic language used about sex work in this and I want to be clear: We respect sex workers in this house 👏😤 Sex work is work. Anything that suggests otherwise in this fic is because the characters are assholes.

Chapter 1 - I heard a dark prediction rising in my own body

You're always very careful not to show your face on camera. It's not what's for sale. Certainly not for fifteen pounds per monthly subscription. These men watching aren't paying you enough to risk your career.

Or worse, to risk your mother finding out.

She's always harping on you to settle down, get married, and have children. You don't have the stomach to tell her how absolutely horrible all of that sounds. Most men bore you with their undeserved egos, horrible ties, and inane chatter about sports clubs. Or the way they smother the spark that drew them to you in the first place because afterwards they want a good little wife instead. And you definitely don't want children.

So no, you don't want to marry any of them. Instead you'll gladly take advantage of their desperation to escape their dull lives and their tired, jaded spouses. Likely women who thought marriage would be different, only to find out what you already know: most men can never give you what you truly need.

Now you've been doing this for over a year. For an hour a night, you sit in front of your webcam in low cut blouses and secretary skirts and undress down to your lingerie and panties. You run your fingers between your breasts and whisper lies into your microphone.

At first it was out of desperation.

Your flatmate had moved out with little warning and left you scrambling to make rent. Your job didn't pay enough for you to afford the entire sum by yourself until you found someone else to take her place. Sure, you could have moved or downsized, but you didn't want to. The location was perfect and to get the same rate, you'd have to move further to the edge of the city. Your morning commute would be longer, and you didn't want to spend so much time on the tube with the smell of sweat, crying babies, and creeps brushing up against you.

It was a pop-up ad that gave you the idea. "Live women on camera. Watch now! Get your first month at a reduced rate!" It declared over a scantily clad young woman who was pushing her cleavage together with her arms and fluttering her eyelashes.

If only it were that easy, you had scoffed.

Then you opened your laptop and did some research. Because what if it was? Which is how you ended up making an account on a smaller camgirl website and sitting uncomfortably with your webcam pointed at your torso and nothing but a white wall behind you.

After a few days of no activity, you unbuttoned your blouse a bit, wore a push-up bra, and finally got your first viewer. So you unbuttoned it further and further, and, as your numbers rose, your top came off completely.

You learned to tease them after that.

And degrade them.

"BigDaddy47 wants to know if I'm wearing panties. Mmm, what do you all think? Should I take off my skirt and let you find out? If you were all very good, I could show you what's underneath, but you don't deserve it, do you? I know how filthy you all are, asking me to take my clothes off. You disgust me."

Oh, but then you apologize and beg for forgiveness for being so mean to those poor, overworked men that no one else appreciates while bashfully covering your body with your hands and telling them you're just a little shy. That's what really boosted your numbers. They ate it up. Because more than seeing a pair of tits, they love being told exactly what they want to hear. And they especially love believing it.

That's why they're really there. To forget. To pretend.

You made enough extra money to keep your flat. Barely at first, and it completely wiped your savings, but with each new paycheck there was more leftover. Eventually you also bought better lingerie. More strappy numbers to hide under your office girl persona. More ways to hint at your bare breasts without showing them. Because you will never get naked on camera. Ever. The thought of all those men seeing your full body repulses you. They repulse you. That part, at least, is never a lie.

Then the empty second bedroom became your recording studio. You put a feminine, silky comforter and fancy pillows on the bed so you could pose in different, carefully pre-selected positions. You draped a blanket over the back of the chair so you could cover yourself while you pretended to be shy and repentant, and they all begged you to take it back off.

It was almost too easy. It took less than seven months for your stream to be featured on the front page of the site as a hot new account, and another two for you to make the top fifty. Now you're making as much in seven hours of streaming a week as you do in a week and a half of full-time work at your day job. And you keep nudging your way closer to the top twenty.

So you could say things are going well.

At least, they were.

The first time you got a strange text message from a number you didn't recognize, you shrugged it off. All it said was: How are you doing? Which could be anything. A wrong number, a phishing attempt, or an old friend you deleted the contact information for ages ago. Of course you ignored it.

But a few days later you got another one from the same number.

You don't want to chat?

That one had made you a little uncomfortable, but you could still tell yourself it was a mistake. Maybe even a guy you gave your number to for a hookup during a rare night out that you never followed through on. You set your phone down, went about your day, and managed to forget about it quickly.

Then today it buzzs again.

You're not even this shy on camera.

As you read it—and reread it to be sure you're not seeing things—your heart leaps to your throat with your first rush of fear. How had they gotten your number? You never entered a phone number into the website. You've been so careful. You even set up a separate bank account.

"Who is this?" You finally text back.

A fan.

You quickly fumble with your phone to block them, but a new message appears on the screen before your trembling thumbs can manage to tap the correct buttons.

I wouldn't do that.

And then there's a video.

You hesitate.

You know you should just block them anyway, but something about the blurry still of the preview seems familiar. Naggingly familiar. So you tap play.

There's a figure standing right in front of the camera. They're so close, all you can see at first is a plain black shirt and a bare arm. Then they move away, further into the room. It's your spare room, you quickly realize with horror. You can see the familiar layout and the blush colored comforter on the bed. After a few more seconds, you also realize the person in the video is you. You're folding the blanket you use during your stream and setting it on the chair. Except it wasn't taken from your stream because there's daylight coming through the lacy drapes covering the window. You only stream at night. And your face is visible as you bend over to pick up a pillow from the floor.

It's you in your pajamas, tidying up the room the morning after a stream. When your camera isn't supposed to be on. When you aren't being careful.

You feel sick.

Now would you like to chat?

"What do you want?" You type out with shaking hands.

I want a private show.

"If you don't stop harassing me, I'll call the police."

Now now. No need for that.

Because if you do, I'll have to send a few videos to your mum. This is her contact information, isn't it?

Then you're staring down at your mother's phone number and home address. You let out a sob.

"Why are you doing this?"

I told you. I want a private show.

"I don't have a private stream."

Your phone buzzes with another notification, but this time for a new email. In your personal inbox.

You have fifteen minutes.

You reluctantly open the message. It's an invite with a link to a private chat room.

Wear the black nightie with the same bra and panties you wore two nights ago.

You don't respond. Instead you throw your phone down onto the couch and you pace.

What do you do? Do you block the number and call the police anyway? Do you call your mother and tell her not to check her messages or answer the door? But then she'll ask why. And what do you tell her? That you have a stalker? That they're threatening her, too? God, she's so stubborn and nosey! She'd look at her phone anyway to tell them off and then it'll be over. She'll see. You were raised Catholic! She'll disown you.

You stop pacing.

Would that be such a terrible thing? You're very much an adult. You're not dependent on her for anything. You have every right to do what you want. It's not like you're doing anything that bad! Not really. You're just trying to survive! If she can't handle that, then that's her problem. You're doing just fine. You can live without her nagging and berating you all the time. Making you feel small or as though you're wasting your life by not doing what she expects. Asking you, "What will people think?" after everything you do. Plus, it's her religion, not yours. It stopped being yours when you were very young, even though the guilt still rears its ugly head every once in a while. Usually because of her forcing it on you. No more.

With renewed determination, you pick your phone back up and go to block the number.

The buzzing of a new message startles you.

Did I mention that I also have the contact information for your boss and the passwords to all of your social media accounts?

Fuck.

Ten minutes left.

You start to cry. Because you feel truly helpless now. You think for a brief moment that maybe this person is bluffing. Surely he's just counting on you to obey immediately and doesn't plan on doing anything. But he filmed you without your knowledge and he had your mother's personal information. Finding where you work would be even easier than that. Plus, are you willing to risk your whole life and your career to find out?

No, you realize. You aren't.

With tears streaming down your face, you run to your bedroom. You have to upend your hamper to find the specific bra and panties he requested since you hadn't washed them yet, but you manage to get changed faster than you ever have before.

Are you supposed to put on make-up? He didn't say. You check your phone for the time. Four minutes. And you still have to boot up your laptop. So you grab your eyeliner and a tinted lip gloss off of your vanity and sprint towards the other bedroom.

While your computer is starting, you use your reflection in the screen to hastily put on the eyeliner. It probably looks horrible and uneven thanks to your puffy eyelids and lack of mirror, but if he wanted something better, then he should have been more specific or given you more time. Or not harassed you at all. So fuck him.

You click over to your inbox with one hand and dab the rouge color onto your lips with the other. Then you're staring at the link with a minute left. No use stalling, you think. It won't make this go away.

You take a deep breath and click it.

The chat window pops up and then, after a brief second of loading while your heart pounds in your chest, your own scantily clad breasts and lace covered torso are displayed onto the screen. In the corner, there's a black square icon. Both the video and audio indicators have Xs through them.

He's here, then. Of course he is.

There's a chat window along the side, and, as you're looking at it, a message pops up from the username YourBiggestFan.

Fix your camera. There's no reason to hide your face any longer. Not from me.

You swallow and reach forward to tilt the camera a little higher. The video is shaky for a moment, and then you're staring at your own image on the screen. Your full image. It's unnerving.

There's your lovely face.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Your voice waivers. "There are millions of women on the internet. Thousands that do what I do."

They aren't you.

"I'm not that special."

You don't do nudity on your stream. Why is that?

"Because…" You hesitate. You really don't want to talk to this man, but not doing so feels risky, too. He does have all the power here, after all. "Because I don't need to."

You would make more money if you did. Or if you moved to a better site.

"I'm getting by just fine." You glance up to glare into the camera.

You could quit your job.

"I don't want to quit my job."

You want to be a glorified secretary for the rest of your life?

"Fuck you," you hiss.

Answer the question.

"Of course I don't! But I don't want hundreds of men seeing my tits every night, either! So if that's the trade off, I'd rather keep being a glorified secretary, as you so kindly put it." You start to roll your eyes, but stop yourself from reacting this time. You may already be pushing your luck as it is and there's no need to piss him off. "I don't do either of them because I enjoy it. I do what I have to so I don't have to worry about money."

You certainly seem like you're enjoying yourself every night.

"It's called pretending," you sigh irritably. "Surely you've heard of it. Do you think all of those men would tune in otherwise? Tell me, would you? You're one of them, after all."

I'm not one of them.

"Aren't you? Mr. Your Biggest Fan," you scoff. "Sure you aren't."

No. Because I see you.

"That is rather the point."

You're very clever. You know exactly how to manipulate all of them into staying without giving them what they want.

"I have to be. All of the women that do this learn how to keep the audience interested."

But yours comes from a place of hatred.

You blink in mild surprise, but quickly school your features. You don't want him to know he's caught you off guard.

Your stream is the only one in the top 50 that doesn't show their face and the top 100 that doesn't include nudity. Did you know that?

You shift in your seat. "I…I didn't, actually. I knew I was the only one with my numbers, but not that many."

You're an anomaly.

"I'm good at my job," you correct him.

Yes, you are. You know how to manipulate all of them because you find them rather predictable, don't you? Predictable. Pathetic. Dull. Beneath you. They make it easy for you.

You aren't able to hide the shock on your face this time as you stare at the chat. He doesn't wait for you to respond.

You don't take your underwear off because you and I both know that's beneath you, too. And you're right, you don't have to. It's quite impressive.

"Is that so?" You don't sound as dismissive as you hoped.

I told you. I see you. And you intrigue me.

"Fine, you can see through my bullshit. And?" You cross your arms. "Am I supposed to be impressed? What's the point of all this?"

I wanted you to show me the real you.

"And me angry at you is the real me, is it?"

Yes. Because you aren't lying to me.

He has a point there. This is arguably the most honest you've ever been sitting in this chair. Sure, you're being guarded considering the circumstances, but otherwise you haven't lied to him.

Tell me, have I gotten anything wrong?

You bite at your lip as you consider whether or not to continue being honest. But if you change tactics now, he'll sense it. You know, instinctively, that he will. Because you would in his place. So you finally look into the camera and say, "No. You haven't."

More honesty. There's a good girl.

Your heart skips a beat while there's a brief flutter of interest in your stomach, and you're disgusted with yourself for your body's reaction to that. He's a creep just like the rest of them, you tell yourself. Worse because at least the rest of them are harmless. To you, anyway.

He doesn't type anything else and his silence feels almost smug. Like he knows exactly the inner turmoil he's caused you and he wants you to stew in it. The flutter spreads lower.

"Now it's your turn to tell me how you guessed at any of that since I don't even show my face," you blurt out, desperate to think of anything else and not wanting to give him the satisfaction of thinking he's won somehow.

It wasn't a guess. I can hear the difference in your voice. The only time you mean what you say is when you berate them.

You think back to all the times you've snarled into the microphone and called them despicable. Disgusting. Useless. The one slip in your act.

You enjoy it. You enjoy getting to tell them exactly what you think of them while you take their money. You enjoy it so much, you have to stop yourself from pushing it one step further. But you want to. I can hear how much you want to. It feels good, doesn't it? To not have to hide, even for a moment. To treat them the way they deserve.

"Yes," you breathe out before you can stop yourself. Because it does. It feels incredible. The fluttering between your legs has grown into a slick heat now from his words alone.

How could he know that, though? How could he know that you've dreamed of telling them their only worth to you was their wallets because there at least they had a use. That having to read every horrible thing they said through the veil of anonymity made your skin crawl. That they're the reason their own lives are so miserable. Sexless bedrooms. Loveless marriages. Endless failed relationships. The inability to find someone to look twice at them. And you're glad they came slithering to you rather than have the self-awareness or brain cells to look in a goddamned mirror. Pathetic.

You've never even admitted that out loud to yourself. Only in your darkest thoughts. Now this man is typing out those inner thoughts as though they were written plainly on your face.

"You enjoy it."

"It feels good, doesn't it?"

Like he understands.

You both sit in silence for a minute that stretches out for far too long while you read his message over and over again, until your sex starts to ache.

You should feel ashamed, you realize. This is the moment you should feel horrible for thinking those things. And for being turned on by the way he told you that you enjoyed it. Only you don't.

"I don't know what you expect me to say," you whisper.

You've said enough. That was all I needed.

He knows, you think. You've given this man too much. "So what now? You still haven't said where all of this goes."

Yes I have.

"Right. A private show. How could I forget?" You mean for it to sound sarcastic, but it comes out confused because you're a little dazed from all of this. "You really still want me to flutter my eyelashes at you, push my cleavage at the camera, and say some insipid bullshit, even though it's all lies?"

No. I want to see ALL of you.

Your face flushes in embarrassment and anger, and you have to squeeze your thighs together to quell the want that is continuing to build in your core. "You're blackmailing me just to see my tits?"

You're going to talk to me as well.

"And say what?"

More of how you really feel. I want to hear more of the truth from your lips. As I said, I want to see all of you.

"Well, right now I'm feeling quite pissed off."

And as you're talking, you're going to touch yourself for me.

There's a swell of panic in your chest and it's as though you've been dunked in ice water because you've gone from hot to bone chilled. "Fuck you. I'm not doing that."

Why not?

"Because it's a violation! I'm not consenting to any of this. You're not giving me a choice."

You have a choice.

"Oh, choosing between masturbating on camera for you or you ruining my life? My mistake! Nothing dubious about that."

You're beautiful when you're angry.

You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths to stop yourself from throwing your laptop across the room. You will still need it after this, after all.

When you open your eyes, you look up into the camera with a serious, pleading expression on your face. "I don't want to do that. Please don't make me. I'll get undressed for you. I'll let you see all of me. But don't make me do that."

You shift your attention to watch the text box. There's a pause.

A long pause.

You start to think maybe you've finally angered him by saying no and he's in the process of messaging your mom and your boss. Just when you begin nervously shifting in your seat, a new message pops up.

What if you wanted to touch yourself for me? Then would you?

You stare at the message in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

Answer the question.

"If I wanted to, then…" You hesitate as you consider how to tell the truth. "I guess, yes I would. But that's different. I don't want to."

You don't want to yet.

"So you won't make me?"

No. I won't make you.

You exhale in relief. "Thank you," you whimper.

But I will make you want to touch yourself for me, that I promise.

"I highly doubt that. You've given me plenty of reasons to want literally anything else, the most important of which is that I'm still here because you're blackmailing me."

There is that.

I could delete all of it. If you ask nicely.

You furrow your brows in confusion. "What do you mean?"

I could delete it. Then there would be nothing forcing you to stay.

"And I'm supposed to just trust you?"

Yes.

You scoff. "Yeah, right. Besides, if you delete it, I'll just leave."

And go back to lying on camera?

"Surprisingly, I do still have to pay my rent after this."

What if you didn't have to?

"Didn't have to pay rent?"

No. Go back on camera or back to that laughable firm you work for. What if you didn't need the money?

"I already said I'm not doing either of those things because I enjoy them. Of course I wouldn't go back if I didn't have to."

Check your bank account.

The OTHER bank account.

You sit there and stare at your screen in horror. Because you've only just now realized that, in your panic, you'd been thinking too small before. You were worried about phone numbers and addresses. Such little things to keep you distracted and focused so you didn't have clarity of mind to stop to wonder at what else he could find and hold hostage.

"Why?" You whisper.

Just look. No reason to be afraid.

You frantically pick up your phone and swipe until you find the banking app. The last time you checked, you had over eight thousand pounds in that account after paying rent. Nothing extravagant. But it's reassuring knowing the savings is there if you need it. That you're relatively safe and comfortable. Because it's yours. You earned it.

The balance reads £308,218.72.

Three hundred thousand pounds more than should be in there. It's more money than you've ever seen in your life. It's more than you could ever hope to have at one time in your life.

"What is this?" Your voice sounds small from the shock.

A gift.

"I can't accept this." You look up into the camera. "I won't accept this."

Why not?

"Because I'm not a whore!" You snap at the lense. "And I refuse to be beholden to you. I won't let you own me."

No strings. You can take the money and run if you like. But we both know you're not going to.

"Won't I?"

No.

"And why not? Are you going to say something ridiculous like, 'There's more where that came from?'"

No.

"Why then?"

Because whatever you run off to do will bore you just as much as what you're doing now since the money doesn't change what's making you miserable. But you're starting to understand that I could offer you so much more. And I don't mean the money.

You clench your jaw in frustration and rage. You want to yell. To protest and deny it. You wish you could. But deep down you know he's right. Your world has been upended and laid bare in the span of, what, half an hour? From the moment he forced his way into your life, it has been many things, but boring is not one of them. Because, you realize, he does see you.

"I still…" you start helplessly. "I don't understand."

I told you. You intrigue me. No one intrigues me.

"For some reason that doesn't feel like a compliment."

I know I intrigue you, now, too.

"What do you really want from me?" You say quietly. "I know this isn't about getting a private show. It never was, was it?"

You.

I want you.

"Then why the money?"

I don't want you distracted.

You know nothing about this man. You don't know what he looks like and you can't hear his voice. But there's something about the way he referred to your entire life as a distraction that sends a shiver of fear up your spine. And something else rekindling inside of you that you now refuse to acknowledge.

"So I'm not giving you a show."

Oh, you'll give me one. Eventually. And I'm going to enjoy myself knowing I'm the only one who's ever seen you like that.

"How do you know I've never stripped on camera for anyone else before?"

It's beneath you. Because there's never been anyone on the other end deserving of it.

"You think you are?"

Am I?

"You seem like the kind of man that thinks he is."

That's not an answer.

You mentally curse because he's so damn perceptive. Your usual tactics don't work on him and that throws you off balance.

Am I?

"I don't know yet," you finally admit.

You really are so beautiful without the mask. Honesty suits you much more than the lie.

"My honesty suits you, you mean."

I'll never deny that I'm enjoying it. But you deserve to know that what's underneath isn't hideous like you fear. You can always take it off in front of me.

"And you'll enjoy it whenever I do," you murmur, almost entranced by the thought.

I will. Immensely.

"How do I know you're not just some creepy slob in a basement somewhere that's really good at hacking?"

You would have seen through me if I were.

He's right. Something about him seems sophisticated, but effortlessly so. Too effortless to be an act. Which leaves, what, bored rich guy? Well, at least you have one thing in common.

"Who are you then? And don't just say a fan. The only way you'll get me to even consider not running the second I close this window is by giving me something that isn't money or text on a screen."

I'm a man that knows what it's like to live with the mask. How do you think I saw through yours? I also know how good it feels to take it off. But even better than that is to be seen and embraced for what's underneath.

Does that satisfy you?

"Not nearly enough."

You'll learn more next time. The link will stay active. When you come back here, I'll know.

"When," you huff in disbelief under your breath.

When.

"We'll see, won't we?"

Before I go, is there something you're forgetting? Something to ask me maybe?

"Something to ask…?" You trail off in thought because you have no idea what he's talking about. But as you replay parts of the conversation in your head, you remember that he said he would delete everything if you asked. Nicely.

You clench your fists and take a deep breath to prepare yourself. Because you know he added the "nicely" specifically to see you squirm and you refuse to give it to him. Then you look up into the webcam, and, with all the sincerity you can muster, you ask. Nicely.

"Please delete it. All of it. I want you to. I won't promise you anything in return because I don't know if I'll come back, and I won't lie to you or myself with a false promise. But it would prove to me that you mean what you say. That you want me. Because if you have all of that to hold over me, if I can't make this choice on my own, you'll never truly have me, will you? There will always be parts of myself that I keep back and I'll never look at you or talk to you as a man. Only as my captor. So please, I am begging you. Delete it."

You look down to the text box and wait.

His video comes to life then, surprising you and splitting the screen in half. But what's there isn't his face. It's a computer screen with a desktop so basic, it almost looks unused. There's also an open folder, and it's full of video, image, and text files—far more of them than you would have guessed. He's been observing you for a while and you had no idea he was there. You can see your own face and your lingerie in a couple of the video and photo thumbnails. Then you watch as he highlights all of it and, without fanfare or hesitation, deletes it. The folder—which you now realize is titled after you—sits empty.

You open your mouth to protest because you aren't an idiot, but as though he anticipated that, he shifts over to the trash can and empties that as well.

It's done.

"How do I know there aren't backups?"

I guess you'll just have to trust me, won't you?

Then he leaves the chat and you're left staring at your own face on the screen.

Before you close the window, you have to wonder if you aren't truly seeing yourself for the very first time.

Chapter 2 ->

A/N: I hope you enjoyed and are now properly buckled in for this trainwreck of a gratuitously smutty and fucked up romance. Please keep your arms inside the vehicle at all times because I have already lost complete control of this. But I promise it's gonna be a lot of fun. 😌😏

#david robey #david robey x reader #david robey x f!reader #the devil makes us sin fic #luther the fallen sun #luther the fallen sun fanfiction #luther #luther fanfiction #fanfiction #andy serkis #x reader

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worriedvision · 2 years

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Arranged marriage (Part 5)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

This is more for building Ayato’s part of the story up more, the next part will be more of the building relationship the reader has.

Your parents are eating dinner with your Arranged husband, Ayato, and they immediately suspect something dodgy has happened. You were nowhere to be seen, and there was a suspicious woman sitting next to Ayato in the spot that should have been yours.

“How has our child been?” Your mother asks, really not liking the idea of handing over the last of their assets over to Ayato now that they hadn’t heard from you in a while. Ayato sits uncomfortably, unable to get away from your mothers resentful gaze as he continues to sit silently.

“I’m afraid they disappeared.” Signora speaks for Ayato, thinking that your parents handed over the last few pieces of material they had at their disposal thanks to the marriage occurring. Ayato sits up straight, now feeling a second, more menacing, pair of eyes on him. He doesn’t need to look up to know that the father is now glaring daggers at him.

“You snivelling brat.” Your father grumbles, only to get shushed by your mother. “How long were you sitting on that information, huh?” He grits his teeth, slamming his hand down on the table out of anger. “Planning on milking our family name for all its worth like a leach?” He roars out, your mother finally managing to calm him down enough to control his anger.

“Your child-”

“Your spouse.” Your mother corrects, a disgustingly sweet smile on her face as if to stop herself from doing what your father did.

“My spouse,” Ayato corrects himself. “Took a walk in our gardens one night, only to have wandered off.” He tries to explain the circumstances, slowly realising that he should have showed a similar reaction to the maid that slacked off to what Thoma did.

“I hope you understand we cannot comfortably give you what little we have.” Your mother explains, a deadly flat face now in place of the previous smile. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we will be taking our leave. Just know this - I am thoroughly disappointed in your lack of care towards our child.” She states, dragging your father along to stop him from lunging at Ayato.

On their way out, they see Thoma glaring at a maid who seemed to be talking about you. Well, it sounded more like him warning her that she was to stay far away from your parents. Waving the maid away, Thoma sighs before turning to see your parents with equally sorrowful expressions.

“Thoma, please.” Your mother pleads, a soft voice to compliment the vibe. “I know you got along with our child. What happened?”

Thoma closes his eyes, deciding it would be best for your parents to know about it. It looked like Ayato would never care about your wellbeing enough to tell your parents about what happened, and he had a sinking feeling in his stomach about something that could happen.

“Your child was to be accompanied by a maid at all times.” Thoma begins, walking with your parents to escort them out of the building. “The maid responsible for their safety that night was nowhere to be seen when they went outside.”

Thoma hesitates.

“Please, I need you to promise you won’t say a word of what I am about to tell you.” Thoma states, now outside with your parents. They nod eagerly, knowing they could trust Thoma to be honest. “...Ayato informed me nobody was to be punished for their disappearance. The maid was not punished, but I fear they may be a spy of some sort.” He hushes out, your parents gasping at the revelation.

“...Thank you for telling us, Thoma.” Your father responds. “You would have been better for them than Ayato.” He half jokes at the end, laughing pathetically before clearing his throat.

Kokomi gathers everyone in to the tent, insisting there was a solid chance of her plan working.

“Sayu managed to find out there is to be a newcomer to Ayatos knights. Presents himself as a ‘former member of the Fatui’, known to crave a fight more than necessarily destroying things in the typical way. If we were to say, start a fight within the knights by sneaking in, I’m certain this man will come out of the woodworks and join the fight.” Kokomi starts, looking around to check everyone else is on board so far. “The only thing is, we aren’t certain if this will destroy any chances the Fatui have of working alongside Ayato, or if this will be more unfavourable for ourselves.”

Sayu runs into the room, a piece of paper in her hand as if she was writing down some information.

“Here’s some more...Information.” Sayu yawns out, handing the paper to Gorou before passing out by his feet. You position her to be more comfortable as Gorou reads the paper.

Gorou furrows his brows out of pity, seeing how your parents seemed to react to the knews you ‘disappeared’. Reading the paper out loud, Gorou relays the information on what happened at the dinner.

“Hmm...” Kokomi begins. “I remember Signora does not agree with Tartaglias way of solving problems. They tend to argue quite often...Chances are, Tartaglia wouldn’t die to any of our attacks, but this is for the best. Signora, most likely, will have a verbal altercation with Tartaglia after the fight. In the heat of the moment, perhaps Signora will reveal her true intentions to Ayato without realising he is nearby...This is purely hypothetical, but this is our best chance.”

Gorou nods in understanding, before looking down at the paper once more. He furrows his brows once again, and Kokomi looks over to ask what he was thinking about.

“I’m worried if we don’t order our spy to come back, Thoma is going to potentially put them in a difficult position.”Gorou states. “I think it would be in our best interest to order them to return.”

“...Were they the maid that was responsible for ensuring I didn’t wander off?” You ask, Everyone unanimously nodding.

“Yes.” Kujou Sara confirms. “Sayu will help them escape without detection.” She confirms.

“In the meantime, however, let us prepare for battle.” Kazuha states, standing up with your hand in his. “I’ll help _ with their technique.”

#kazuha x reader #kazuha x gender neutral reader #ayato x reader #ayato x gender neutral reader #ayato #kazuha #signora #kujou sara #sayu #gorou #kokomi

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leorawright · 2 years

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hii I dunno if you’ve done this one already but how would the mercs react to their s/o referring to them as “my husband” to other people while they are just dating ? :)

You got it! (Btw reader refers to Pyro as Spouse instead of husband)

Mercs s/o referring to them as their husband

Scout

He gets so blushy and happy when you call him your husband

He won't mention it since he doesn't want you to say it was an accident

It's now the first thing he thinks if when he's sad to make him happier

Soldier

He foes quiet for a second before giving you a large smile and continuing the conversation

Afterwards he'll obviously also you to marry him without hesitation

Demoman

He just stutters to a stop when he realizes what you said

He'll then get really blushy and has a dopey grin on his face

After the conversation he'll ask if you really feel like that about him and if you confirm he'll definitely confess

Pyro

They get so giddy when you refer to them as your Spouse

You basically just said you two ate married and they're so happy

The next day they excitedly run up to you with a ring and ask you to confirm your earlier words

Heavy

He's startled that you just referred to him as your husband

He'll quietly ask you if you truly want to marry him after that conversation

If you say yes expect Heavy to be planning a wedding the next day

Medic

He responds pretty chill on the outside but on the inside he's yelling in victory

The feeling he gets when he call him your husband is unmatched

He'll excitedly ask if this means you two are married after the conversation

Legal docume don't matter you two decide if you're married

Sniper

He gets super flustered and confused when you call him your husband

If you confirm that you ment that his blush just brightens to a shade of tomato red

He might combust if you kiss him so be warned

Spy

He gets so smug you calling him your husband is such an ego boost

After the conversation he'll coolly ask if this means you two are married

If you confirm he can barely contain the excitement he feels

#tf2 x reader #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 heavy x reader #tf2 demoman x reader #tf2 soldier x reader #tf2 spy x reader #tf2 pyro x reader

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mariacallous · 1 month

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For years, China’s state-backed hackers have stolen huge troves of company secrets, political intelligence, and the personal information of millions of people. On Monday, officials in the United States and United Kingdom expanded the long list of hacking allegations, claiming China is responsible for breaching the UK’s elections watchdog and accessing 40 million people’s data. The countries also issued a raft of criminal charges and sanctions against a separate Chinese group following a multiyear hacking rampage.

In August last year, the UK’s Electoral Commission revealed “hostile actors” had infiltrated its systems in August 2021 and could potentially access sensitive data for 14 months until they were booted out in October 2022. The deputy prime minister, Oliver Dowden, told lawmakers on Monday that a China state-backed actor was responsible for the attack. In addition, Dowden said, the UK’s intelligence services have determined that Chinese hacking group APT31 targeted the email accounts of politicians in 2021.

“This is the latest in a clear pattern of malicious cyber activity by Chinese state-affiliated organizations and individuals targeting democratic institutions and parliamentarians in the UK and beyond,” Dowden said in the UK’s House of Commons. The revelations were accompanied by the UK sanctioning two individuals and one company linked to APT31.

Alongside the UK’s announcement on Monday, the US Department of Justice and Department of the Treasury’s Office of Foreign Assets Control unveiled further action against APT31, also known as Violet Typhoon, Bronze Vinewood, and Judgement Panda, including charging seven Chinese nationals with the conspiracy to commit computer intrusions and wire fraud.

The DOJ claims the hacking group, which has been linked back to China’s Ministry of State Security (MSS) spy agency, has spent 14 years targeting thousands of critics, businesses, and political entities around the world in widespread espionage campaigns. This includes posing as journalists to send more than 10,000 malicious emails that tracked recipients, compromising email accounts, cloud storage accounts, telephone call records, home routers, and more. The spouses of one high-ranking White House official and those of multiple US senators were also targeted, the DOJ says.

“These allegations pull back the curtain on China’s vast illegal hacking operation that targeted sensitive data from US elected and government officials, journalists and academics; valuable information from American companies; and political dissidents in America and abroad,” Breon Peace, a US attorney for the Eastern District of New York, said in a statement. “Their sinister scheme victimized thousands of people and entities across the world, and lasted for well over a decade.”

The moves come as countries increasingly warn of an increase in China-linked espionage, during a year when more than 100 countries will host major elections. Statements from officials focus on the impact of the hacking activity on democratic processes, including the targeting of elected officials around the world and the compromising of pro-democracy activists and lawmakers in Hong Kong. However, the disclosures also coincide with continued jostling from Western politicians over pro- or anti-China stances, including the proposed sale of TikTok to a US company, which could result in a ban on the popular app if the sale fails to go through.

As officials in the UK disclosed the details of the hacking activity, Lin Jian, a Chinese foreign ministry spokesperson, claimed it was “disinformation” and told reporters the country “opposes illegal and unilateral” sanctions. “When investigating and determining the nature of cyber cases, one needs to have adequate and objective evidence, instead of smearing other countries when facts do not exist, still less politicize cybersecurity issues,” Jian said in a daily press conference on Monday.

“China is embarking on a huge global campaign of interference and espionage, and the UK and the like-minded nations are pretty sick of it,” says Tim Stevens, a global security lecturer and head of the cybersecurity research group at King’s College London. Stevens says the public shaming and sanctions are unlikely to significantly change China’s actions but may signal a warning to other countries about what is and isn’t deemed acceptable when it comes to international affairs.

China has a broad range of hacking groups linked to its intelligence services and military, as well as companies that it contracts to launch some cyber operations. Many of these groups have been active for more than a decade. Dakota Cary, a China-focused consultant at security firm SentinelOne, says that groups associated with China’s civilian intelligence service are largely conducting diplomatic or government intelligence collection and espionage, while China’s military hackers are behind attacks on power grids and US critical infrastructure such as water supplies. “We do see China engaging in all of those activities simultaneously,” Cary says.

In announcing criminal charges and sanctions against members of APT31, officials in the US laid out a series of hacking allegations that include the targeting of businesses, political entities, and dissidents around the world. These included a “leading provider” of 5G telecoms equipment in the US, Norwegian government officials, and people working in the aerospace and defense industries. APT31 was run by the MSS’s Hubei State Security Department in the city of Wuhan, US officials say.

The seven Chinese nationals hit with charges are Ni Gaobin, Weng Ming, Cheng Feng, Peng Yaowen, Sun Xiaohui, Xiong Wang, and Zhao Guangzong. Both Zhao Guangzong and Ni Gaobin were also sanctioned. The two are alleged to be affiliated with Wuhan XRZ, a company that has also been sanctioned by the US and UK and is believed to be a cover for MSS-linked hacking operations. Employees of the company hacked into a Texas-based energy company in 2018, the US Treasury Department said.

The group used sophisticated malware—including Rawdoor, Trochilus, and EvilOSX—to compromise systems, according to a 27-page indictment unsealed by the DOJ. They also used a “cracked/pirated” version of penetration testing tool Cobalt Strike Beacon to compromise victims, the indictment says. It adds that, between 2010 and November 2023, the group “gained access” to a defense contractor that designed flight simulators for the US Army, Air Force, and Navy; a multi-factor authentication company; an American trade association; a steel company; a machine learning laboratory based in Virginia; and multiple research hospitals.

In its announcement, the UK outlined two separate China-linked incidents: first, the targeting of the email inboxes of 43 members of parliament (MPs) by APT31 in 2021; and second, the hack of the Electoral Commission by further unnamed China-linked hackers. Elections in the UK are decentralized and organized locally, with the commission overseeing the entire process. This setup means the integrity of the electoral process was not impacted, the commission says; however, a huge amount of data may have been taken by the hackers.

When the Electoral Commission revealed it had been compromised last year, it said the details of around 40 million people may have been accessed. The commission said names and addresses of people in Great Britain who were registered to vote between 2014 and 2022 could have been compromised, and that file-sharing and email systems could have been made accessible. “It’s really remarkable that China would go after election oversight systems, particularly given the diplomacy that the PRC [People’s Republic of China] is trying to pull off with the EU,” Cary says. “It’s a very significant act for the PRC to go after these types of systems,” Cary says. “It’s something that democracies are really sensitive to.”

While nations have called out China’s hacking activities for years, the country has evolved its tactics and techniques to become harder to detect. “Over the past couple of years, tired of having their operations rumbled and publicly outed, the Chinese have placed a growing emphasis on stealthy tradecraft in cyber espionage attacks,” Don Smith, vice president of threat intelligence at security firm Secureworks’ counter-threat unit, said in a statement. “This is a change in MO from its previous ‘smash and grab’ reputation but it is viewed by the Chinese as a necessary evolution to one, make it harder to get caught and two, make it nearly impossible to attribute an attack to them.”

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