𝖁𝖎𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊.

It's a post-game "it was all a simulation and now we're stuck in a hospital" kind of a situation.

The World We Knew

Summary: He was yours, emphasis on was. One day, you were in love, at least you were. The next, He was gone, and you felt as if your whole world had gone in shambles.

Relationship: Romantic?

Character: Loid Forger

Warnings: Angst, Long lost love, fem reader, but it's not a huge part of the storyline, Spy x Family VOL. 10 spoilers!!!!

Note: I hate to have put "blank" when talking about loid but considering the storyline circumstances and volume 10 we still don't know his name, like it was literally bleeped out in the volume itself.

Peace.

It's what the both of you wanted. It's what everybody wanted.

You had known him since you were kids, and you always knew it had been a passion of his to move forward with the war to gain the peace of every townsperson deserved. He wanted more with his life, and that was what he chose.

Out of everyone in the little group you had, you were the closest with him. He had always been so nice to you and never failed to make you feel included.

You weren't a big fan of playing war games with him and the other boys, but you remember one instance where they had told you to just go home because they didn't want you moping around why they were playing their army games.

All of the boys agreed except him.

He suggested you be a nurse. What would happen if they got hurt, and nobody was there to help? You happily took on this role. He always found a way to make you feel special.

When you talked about all of these interactions with your mother, she told you upfront that you had a crush on him. At the time, you were too young to think about having a crush.

However, as you got older and really thought about how much you talked about him and how he made you feel, it was, in fact, a crush.

After the bombing in Westalis, you hadn't seen him in years. You had always assumed that he was caught in the ruble of it all. You know that was thinking the worst, but it was completely possible.

You had decided to volunteer as a nurse for the war, the role you felt you were meant to be in. It just felt right to help out. Plus, if he was alive, you'd knew for a fact he'd be fighting in the war, underage or not. One day, you could see him again.

At the moment, you weren't placed in the hospital wing. You'd instead been sent to go provide food for all the soldiers, the ones in care, and the ones walking around freely.

"Wait... Is that you advisor?"

You overhear someone ask over the ruckus of the townspeople and soldiers, your mind immediately went straight to the first face you had locked with that name, but you knew it couldn't be, there was no possible way.

Even though you had been waiting all these years to hear that name and see that face, it just all still felt so unreal, you just couldn't bear to face the reality of it.

"Genral? Corporal? Major?"

"It is him!"

"It's advisor!"

"No way! It can't be!"

You weren't trying to eavesdrop, but it was very hard not to. They went on and on about how they attempted to search for "advisor" and how much he had grown.

This time, you couldn't help but look back, and they were right. It was him, and he did look the same. It took every strength in you not to walk over and talk to them, they were your friends, but it had been so long, and they were closer to one another, you didn't want to ruin their moment.

"Now all we need now is our nurse, and the whole gang will officially be back together again!" One of the men chimed in, if only they knew you were standing just a few feet away from them. "Yeah, I've been trying to look for her just as much everyone else, she's probably been on my mind the most."

The guys all hooted at this, you pretended it also didn't get a rise out of you while you still acted as if you were more interested in the fruits in front of you instead of the conversation happening behind you.

"Are you free this weekend? There's a great restaurant in the next town over!" The advisor proposed, trying to distract him from what he had previously said. They all explained what they would be up to but how they'd keep in touch.

You had turned back around by this point, but you could tell he was smiling as he they put together their plans.

You listened to them all walk away, then you're mind started racing,

"Should I have gone to talk to them?"

"No, it's okay, they wouldn't have remembered me."

"But I'd be with him."

You jolted back around, just to find none of them there, damn.

-

The war had long since been from over. It had probably been one of the worst moments in your life aside from the bombing you'd experienced as a child.

And after seeing all of your old friends names, all except for him, in the charts marked as deceased you knew wouldn't be able to stand another minute witnessing such torture. So now all you could think about was the fact that you could've spoken to them that one day, before they all passed, but you just couldn't muster up the courage.

But now you were starting a new life in a new area, and maybe he would finally leave your mind and just be a fuzzy memory that you joke about with your future children.

At the thought you hear a child start to laugh, you avert your eyes to the direction. She's a young girl, no more than 6 or 7 years old, and she has pink hair that reaches her shoulders, you smile at her excitement.

Moments like these make your mind wander into a field of imagination of the family you could've built by now. But you were fine with not being settled down just yet, because you knew with how much time you had been working as a war aid there wouldn't been not time for love.

And there was no time for love while your mind was still on him.

You glance down back at your book, reading the paragraph over that you were interrupted from.

"Papa! Look! Look at all of the cows!"

"Yes, I see them." He chuckled in response.

Your eyes widen, head jolting back up to the familes direction, that voice.

"Genral? Corporal? Major?"

"...She's been on my mind the most."

"Are you free this weekend?"

It was him, it had to be, there was no doubt about it.

You wanted to walk up and say hi, but you didn't know how weird that would be, considering you had once had your chance for a reunion but blew it. But maybe it was time, even if he had a child next to him, and she called him 'Papa.'

Yet at the same time, you didn't want to regret it for the rest of your life by not going up to speak and reminisce with him like last time.

You would have given anything for him to look at you again.

In that moment, you had decided that it was time, and you would see and talk to him again.

You put your bookmark in, saving your page and closing it, and just as you were about to stand and make your way over, a woman came walking out of the bathroom area of the train.

"Sorry I was gone so long!"

"Mama!"

Your smile dropped, and you felt your world collapse once more. You couldn't feel your face.

She was breathtakingly gorgeous. She had her silky jet black hair that was styled up and beautiful ruby eyes.

She's what he needed, what he deserved.

This made you feel sick to your stomach, but also ashamed, you had been fawning over this man for years. It was embarrassing.

You checked the clock above the door of the train, you didn't know how much more of this you could take, luckily there was only about 15 minutes left of your traveling.

All you could do now was fidget with your clothes and hands. You couldn't even bother to open up your book back up, you know you wouldn't be able to focus on anything that you were reading.

Once the train had come to a complete stop you felt a sense of relief wash over you, you couldn't stand to hear all of them be so happy together, not knowing that that could've been you.

You got up from your seat, beginning to grab your bags on the shelf above your seat. You had about 2 or 3.

As you struggled with the bags you didn't know that he had noticed,

"You two wait for me outside, I won't be long."

The two girls walk outside and sit on a nearby bench and wait for him while he helps you, you're still oblivious to everything happening around you.

"Miss?"

You're shocked to hear his voice, you drop your bag, almost tumbling backward but catch yourself on the seat.

He chuckles, "Mind if I help?"

"No, not at all."

You finally spoke to him, you look up at him, locking eyes, it had been everything you dreamed of.

His eyes go so wide, you swear they took the shape of a perfectly round circle.

"Y/n?"

You smile and nod.

He wants to hug you, he wants to hug you for centuries, he doesn't know what to do, this feeling that has just suddenly overcome him is making him feel like he no longer has any control.

There was no other way to explain it, he had thought about you so many nights.

Those nights when he was fighting for peace, he was thinking about you, thinking about how you when you were both still children and you would describe to him your future and the peace that would surround you.

"I-"

He's interrupted by a loud voice outside of the train,

"Passengers need to be making their way out of the carriages , the train will be loading more people soon!"

He rushes to grab your bags and help you off, he stops you outside of the train, a good few steps away from his 'family.'

He knows he shouldn't be doing this, it's reckless, it could ruin everything, but seeing you just opened up something within him and he can't stop himself, he just keeps talking.

"I thought you," he pauses.

"Died?" You finish his sentence, smiling at him still, you couldn't believe this was happening.

"Yeah, that."

"I could say the same for you, blank."

Hearing his real name makes his heart drop a little, he hasn't heard many people speak it since he served in the military.

He was glad you were the one to say it.

He sighs, a small smile of his face, "I've missed you, alot.

Tears start to threaten to spill out, "I've missed you too, alot."

"I love you, blank." You say without thinking, he doesn't flinch at this the way he did at hearing his own name, which you don't question.

He stands completely still, looking you right in your eyes, not being able to get enough of this moment.

The next words that come out of your mouth surprise you, "But it's too late," You glance over at his 'family', making eye contact with the little girl, who looks almost as shattered as you do right now.

You grab your bags from him and walk towards the exit, feeling tears roll down your cheeks.

He couldn't feel his face, he felt more numb than he had ever felt before. He hears footsteps come up from behind him.

"Who was that Loid?" Yor asks, Anya clutched by her side, with a sad look on her face, like she had heard the whole conversation, Anya blocked out anything her parents were saying to scan around for the you.

"An old friend," He replies, still looking straight ahead, thoughts racing with what could've been.

my mind has been racing with this concept, sorry for the damage i have caused

Do you think they will be together in another universe?

so much trouble over something so small an eternity in that mirror is not that long now, is it?

under a cut because of massive spoilers, just in case~

they all remember everything very well. nothing's been forgotten.

Don’t let me in with no intention to keep me,

Jesus Christ.

Don’t be kind to me.

Honey don’t feed me,

I will come back.

More Honest Work For Bad Liars Deacon

some of the bullet points / chapter planning pieces I'm working on that are Out-Of-Context and barely coherent to anyone else other than me since I fumble with scene writing in my head so I occasionally use these placeholders until later:

power and envy

Let's see.. could I request Miu, kaede, and Kokichi with a soft dom reader? And if you could, with female reader please! But if you can't do that, gn is fine:)

✫ featuring — kaede akamatsu, miu iruma, kokichi ouma.

✫ content — softdom!reader, readers gender just didn’t come up so gender neutral, sls!kaede, sub!miu, sub!kokichi, light brat taming, light bimbofication, mentions of painplay, light degradation, pet names (angel, pretty girl, sweetheart etc). let me know if i missed any <3

✫ — kaede.

soft dom on soft dom crime.

literally the spiderman meme of them both pointing at each other. that's you two. i broke you down to your bare essentials.

in all seriousness - what matters most to kaede is compromise and ensuring that each of you is happy and comfortable. so if you're comfier falling into a more dominating role, she'll be more than happy to acquiesce.

probably an ideal partner for a soft dom tbh. she's so good for you :(( very rarely bratty. and if she is, it's easy to fuck out of her.

dare i say... bimbofication kink.

she just !! kinda like being tenderly reduced to absolute putty !! can't even think or remember to breathe or blink without you gently reminding her !! she has so much trust in you of course.

not super into pain play - she probably doesn't have a very high tolerance for it, but she likes to be marked up a little.

will absolutely get adorably embarrassed if you can see them the next day, though.

doesn't necessarily beg unless you tell her to, but will always thank you, so it evens out.

makes the prettiest noises; she graduates from soft, pitchy gasps in the beginning to broken cries and half-sobs when she's worn out and sore and sweating.

honestly kinda likes being told what to do instead of taking on a leadership role for once.

if you compliment her hands or her fingers she'll turn to absolute mush. kiss them <3 hold them <3 suck on them <3 she's yours.

favourite name to be called is "my pretty girl" asjsjdndn.

✫ — miu.

you literally render her speechless.

whenever she says smth vulgar you just tilt your head and ask in a soft voice, "you wanna say that again, sweetheart?" and. yeah you literally broke her. her knees actually gave out.

now. now. you might think that because of the stuff miu says that she's a hard dom. but you'd be mistaken. i mean, do you see how she reacts when people degrade her?? who reacts by blushing and sweating when kokichi calls them a cum dumpster?

yeah she is a degradee.

she likes when you're mean, but oh my god she loves it when you mix praise with it. "my dumb little angel", "my filthy girl", "you're just my pretty little bimbo, huh?" ahhhhhsjsjs.

intentionally acts teasing and bratty just to rile you up. she will test the soft in your soft dom. bends down so you can see up her skirt, leans over so her chest is in your face, flirts with everybody right in front of you...

whew.

you have your work cut out for you, for sure. but in the end, you're the only one who can reduce her to such a red-face sobbing mess <3

will beg you to go rougher on her. "more! gimme more, i can take it!" muffling a cry into your shoulder. "y-you're tryna punish me, right? s-so fuckin' do it already..."

your baby is so loud. she has absolutely no control over her voice. at first, you thought she was exaggerating to rile you up but god she's just so sensitive that every touch has her reeling. you're just gonna have to shove your fingers in her mouth to quiet her down, what a shame :((

can take a fair bit of pain. goes absolutely feral if you leave hickeys on her neck and bruises on her thighs. she adores looking absolutely wrecked afterwards - makeup running down her face, sweating, red-face, tear tracks cracking on her cheeks, bruises blooming under the skin of her throat.

for like... fifteen seconds after, she gets uncharacteristically shy. this is the one and only time she will thank you, before snapping out of her daze and returning to the miu we all hate love.

✫ — kokichi.

you uh. you sure about the soft part there?

this man is infuriating. and he knows it, too.

testing your patience is a full-time job and baby, he's committed.

real talk. i know what you're probably thinking - that kokichi is also a hard dom. in my humble opinion, no, wrong, incorrect. kokichi is a brat.

and maybe the worst case you've ever seen, too. this boy fights you on absolutely everything. he challenges everything you say. he argues semantics with you. nothing is off-limits.

you must have the patience of a saint. it might actually genuinely infuriate him at times, the fact that he can't get you to crack. sometimes he just wants you to snap and go fucking feral on him.

but most of the time... he likes you as you.

it's nice. he's really unsure about it at first, actually, but this feeling of being taken care of is something he begins to get used to. a lot of the time during the act, you'll catch him with this soft, dazed look on his face, like he's in the middle of a dream.

rarely though. and then he annoys you so bad you forget it in like a minute rip.

king of "oh? make me," and similar taunts. "whatcha gonna do about it?" "get over here and make me why don't you?" boy if you don't—

it's genuinely fascinating watching his composure break down in front of you. it starts out so small, a stray gasp or his fingers tightening in the sheets, but if you keep at it slowly and patiently pretty soon he's whimpering and hissing through his teeth, telling you through clenched teeth to get on with it already.

tries to order you around, but we're moving at your pace. he'll call you plenty of names to try and light a fire under you. one day you'll have to give in <3

the ultimate goal of any session is to get him pleading. it can be done, if you're patient. it's for sure a sight - hands twisting the sheets until his knuckles are white, cheeks filmed with red, tears beading at his lashline and hair stuck to his forehead. "please," he'll gasp all pretty. "fuck- you- nngh, please, get on with it already!"

you gotta oblige <3

10/10 would brat tame again.

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃! : 𝐀𝐎𝐓

a/n: this is literally 5k words of pegging nonsense, most of these “headcanons” also include additional lil blurbs because i’m a psychopath.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : levi, erwin, reiner, bertholdt, floch, jean, porco, and armin.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, female-bodied reader, dom!reader, all boys are subs here, pegging, fauxjobs, dacryphilia, spanking, brat taming, spitting, a splash of mommy kink for armin and jean’s, strap referred to as cock because that’s hot, men in lingerie, praise, degradation.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

—  He’s so grumpy about it leading up to it, grouching about how he’s gonna put you on stable cleaning duty if you do it badly. Shuts up real quick when you’re not only good at it, but it feels too good. Like it ruins him. He’s so out of control of his voice and his body, the way he arches into your thrusts, hands scrambling across your back and thighs, trying to pull you impossibly closer.

— At first, he thinks everything feels like it’s too much and that he’s gonna break, but once he’s used to taking dick enough to not go slack-jawed every time you put it in? Expect to step up your game, cus this man knows exactly what he wants from you. Catch him on a day he needs to get out of his head and if you aren’t fucking him so hard it’s pushing him up the bed? He’ll start fucking himself on you since you’re “obviously not going to give me what I need.”

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