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lewisvinga · 15 hours

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awooga | max verstappen x fem! wolff! reader

summary; in which y/n thinks she’s fawning over her boyfriend on her priv, until she realized she just exposed her relationship on her public account

fc; erika hasseur

warnings; suggestive comments, cursing

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03 @c-losur3

note; requested ! awooga is so funny

masterlist !

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liked by maxverstappen1, yourbestfriend, and others !

yourusername: AWOOOOGA🤤 i wish i can post him on the main all the time looooook at him😩 but i guess i’ll stay on the priv😔😔😔

yourusername: i wanna sit on those thighs tho

yourusername: imma call him, make him my booty call🥴

username: HELPOAKDKSND

username: uhm…..

username: HOLD AWNNNN

username: does toto know??😃😃

yourbestfriend: oh,,,, girl…..

yourusername: i am just a girl thirsty n horny for her bf on her priv😪😪😪

yourbestfriend: that’s the thing… it’s not your priv

username: she doesn’t realize this is her public account IJBOL

username: MAX??? MAX VERSTAPPEN???

maxverstappen1: wrong account, schat, wrong account !

yourusername: oh!

mercedesamgf1: answer the phone, now. - toto

yourusername: oh fuck

this post has been deleted !

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liked by maxverstappen1, lewishamilton, and others !

yourusername: uhm…. anyways! photo dump w my boyf

tagged; maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1: pls stop calling me ur boyf on the main im scared ur dad will find me.

mercedesamgf1: count your days, verstappen. - toto

yourusername: who gaf what he thinks ur my sexy boyf AWOOGA🤤🤤

georgerussell63: pls stop saying awooga it hurts

maxverstappen1: ur jealous 😂🫵🫵

username: she’s so chill abt accidentally leaking her relationship 😭

username: shes winning the idgaf war

username: off topic but her fits are always😍

username: how did toto and susie react pls tell🤔

yourusername: well susie was amazing! love herrrrrrr🩷🩷🩷🩷

yourusername: my father on the other hand…… let’s just say if we were on the paddock no headphones would’ve been safe 😆😆

mercedesamgf1: was not happy. - toto

yourusername: pls for the love of God make an instagram account i’d be soooo good at managing it!!!😞😞😞

mercedesamgf1: leave max then. - toto

yourusername: then no🙄🙄🙄

maxverstappen1: i was threatened a lot 😄😄

lewishamilton: well! that’s something !

yourusername: look away, lewis, look away

lewishamilton: i’m afraid your roscoe privileges are revoked

yourusername: NO PLEASE NOT MY ROSCOE😭💔💔 i know max has cats but please 😔

maxverstappen1: guess i’ll have to make y/n a cat person now😁

lewishamilton: anyways! roscoe needs a babysitter this monday!😆

yourusername: I’M IN!!

username: NOO LEWIS AND TOTOS COMMENTS ARE SENDING MEE😭😭😭😭

username: y/n ur so real for saying awooga to max😩

yourusername: have you SEEN those thighs? AWOOOGA

yourusername: i’m afraid i cannot speak on his thighs any further 🥴🥴🥴🥴

georgerussell63: STOPPP

charles_leclerc: please stop we have children here

oscarpiastri: 😨😨😨

maxverstappen1: the lady can say whatever she wants! 🙄🙄

mercedesamgf1: no she cannot. not when it’s about you. - toto

maxverstappen1: you’re so right, sir! sorry about that, mr. wolff!🤗🤗

yourusername: oh nah my dad got mad max scared asf of him

maxverstappen1: his threats are working, schat, help….😰

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megistusdiary · 2 days

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girl.. you know a 12 year old can just put “18+” in their bio just bc they can? i bet 70% of most porn blogs are underage people, it’s disgusting but it’s true.. the amount of minors on nsfwtwt who do this too.. most of your followers are probably 16 😭

yes, people can lie. and yes, a lot of people do. but i'd prefer to at least try and remove the people that i can who haven't followed my rules. just because it happens doesn't mean i should just say "oh well 🤷‍♀️" and do nothing

besides, i am blocking minors who have snuck in as well. unfortunately, there really is no true way to regulate it, but i'd prefer to do what i can for people who are blatantly not following the rules.

it is exhausting, and i am sad to see my follower count/engagement drop, but i want to try and do what i can.

i know teens read stuff online, i once did too. i just ask that they do not interact with me. show me the courtesy i showed people by following their rules.

#💐─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 #🪻─𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 ୨♡୧

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luvlyhyunjin · 3 days

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Fifty-Eight - i feel like a monstrous creature.

(a/n: next chapter will be written!! and it's gonna be a little long so it might take longer than usual to finish please look forward to it <3)

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Synopsis: It girl, Queen Bee the most popular girl around campus Song Y/N was envied by everyone. She has it all, money, the looks and brains. After making a bet with her bestfriend Yeosang her life takes a turn to the worse, seeming to lose everyone around her she doesn't expect the only person to stick by her side to be her Ex-first love and long time enemy - Hwang Hyunjin.

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foreingersgod · 1 day

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Can you write a KK Arnold x femreader when maybe the reader is over working herself in basketball stressing over if she deserves her spot on the team and kk finds out and what she would do??

You’re Enough . KA

pairing: kk arnold x reader

synopsis: you’ve dedicated your life to basketball, but sometimes you get in your own head. luckily, kk is here to help

for my favs ;) @strwb3rryyy @ilovepaigebueckerss

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“FUCK” you yelled into the somewhat empty gymnasium. the echoes of your voice vibrated off the walls, taunting you. the basketball that had just bounced off of the rim, rolling past your feet.

you took a heavy breathe, letting your hands rest on your knees as you bent over. sweat dripped off your forehead and onto the varnished court floor. the beating of your heart slowed as you squeezed your eyes shut in frustration.

recently, you’ve been struggling with your game. the last few games you had played were lost and you couldn’t help but feel like it was your fault. in your mind, you were letting UCONN down. you were a fairly strong player and brought many assets to the team, but this season was tough. your footing was all wrong, your projection was shit, and you were getting pushed around left and right on the court.

the team just had to win the next game or else it was over for you for the season. you vowed to work extra hard, trying to get back to your normal self. you would spend an extra hour before and after practice and do extra training in the gym. plus, you would spend nights like this one, on the court late at night to practice even more.

your girlfriend, KK, noticed your new habits instantly. you were never one to practice more than you needed to because you’d rather be home with her or hanging out with friends. she noticed the way your demeanor had changed, too, how you were sadder and more dismissive than normal. you were rarely spending with her anymore and she found you making up excuses as to why you needed improve. she always made sure to remind you how amazing you were, that you were an important part of the team. but it seemed you didn’t believe her. it was clear that you were overworking yourself.

a sentimental sigh sounded from somewhere behind you, followed by a series of dense footsteps. you didn’t need to hear anything else to know who it was. the muscles in your back ached when you stood up to turn around.

“baby” you heard kk’s smooth voice “you need to take a break”

she looked at your angry state, taking note of your flushed face and tired eyes. you looked a mess, beautiful to her still, but worn out nonetheless. you planted your hands on your hips, chest still heaving to catch your breathe as she sauntered over to you. her expression was littered with concern, lips tugging downward into a frown.

“i can’t” you sniffled, feeling like you were about to cry. before kk could reach you-you knew that she would most definitely convince you to stop if she got her hands on you-you strutted over to the sideline where your water bottle and bag sat “i gotta get ready for the game next week”

“i know, but we’ve got practices all week, ok? it’s like 11 pm, we should be in bed right now”

“s’not enough” water dribbled down the sides of your mouth as you took a drink of water, eyeing your girlfriend as she continued to walk closer to you “i’ve been playing like shit, i’ve got to get better”

“you’re not playing like shit, ok yo-”

you felt her warm, calloused hand on your shoulder trying to comfort you, but you wouldn’t hear it. you knew the actuality of it all. this season was bad and you were an equally bad player. if you didn’t work harder, you wouldn’t have a spot on the team anymore.

“no, kamorea, i am”

her full name? oh this was serious.

“i haven’t been helpful at all these past few games. i know it, you know, everyone knows it. i can’t make a shot to save my life and i’m practically throwing the game away”

“that’s not true” she tried to diffuse the situation, knowing you were caught up in your own head “you’re one of the best players on the team, YN. just because you’ve had a rough few weeks doesn’t mean you’re a shitty player”

“but it’s not just a few weeks, it’s the whole fucking season. with how i’ve been playing? i don’t deserve a spot on the team at all”

“babe” she scoffed sadly. she couldn’t believe you had actually said that…and meant it, too “you don’t really believe that do you?”

the early stages of tears pricked your eyes, threatening to spill as the emotion started to build up. it had been bothering you for a long time and you thought you had this all under control. just work harder and be better and everything would be ok. but the obsessive idea that you weren’t good enough ate away at the back of your mind. now you were being forced to confront it, having to deal with the consequences.

“yea i mean,” you choked back a sob causing kk to become quite alarmed and close the space between you two for good. her arms guided you into her chest, squeezing tightly around you waist and rubbing your back sympathetically “i just feel like i’m never going to be good enough for the team”

you buried your face into her long sleeve shirt, tears soaking into the fabric as you finally let yourself cry fully. your whole body shook with sobs, kk still caressing you gently. she jutted out her chin to let it rest on the top of your head, tucking your head under her jaw to keep you closer.

“hey, hey” she cooed into your ear, running a hand through your hair “it’s ok, just breathe, it’s gonna be ok”

the gym was entirely still silent, your quieting hiccups being the exception. kk held you closely in the hug until she heard you fall silent. you pulled away from the hug slightly, giving yourself room to brush hair out of your face and calm down. she looked down at you, hands coming up to your face and cupping your cheeks. her thumbs brushed under your eyes to wipe away any stray tears.

“i’m sorry” you huffed. you were mad at yourself for letting this get out of hand

“don’t be” she shook her head “don’t ever feel sorry for something like this, ok? i know you’ve been struggling this season, but i promise you it’s nothing. every player knows what you’re going through and understands what you’re feeling. but i’m begging you, please know that you have every right to be on this team. you’re resilient, you’re smart, you’re fast, you’re everything we need in a teammate. and if you can’t see it, just know i do. please don’t be so hard on yourself, you’re doing amazing”

your heart pounded, seeing the way she looked at you with so much adoration and care. kk always knew what to say, especially when you needed it the most. you were so lucky to have her in your life.

“i don’t deserve you, you know that?” is all you managed to say, thoughts of inadequacy already ideas of the past.

that made her grin, taking your hands into hers “you do, you deserve that and so much more. i love you so much”

“i love you even more” you leaned in to kiss her cheek.

“impossible” she mumbled, catching you in a real kiss before you pulled away “but can we leave now? i’m tired”

you chuckled, rolling your eyes, but nodding in agreement. this entire night had you exhausted too. so you grabbed your stuff, slinging your bag over your shoulder as the two of you walked out the gym and to kk’s car. her arm kept a firm position on your hip, a sweet reminder that she was always there for you.

what would you do without her?

#wcbb x reader #wcbb #kk arnold x reader #kk arnold #kk #arnold #uconn wbb #wlw #lesbian #foreingersgod

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(ㅅ´ ˘ `) (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა ₍ᐢ｡•ɷ•｡ᐢ₎⊹ ꒰｡ᐢ •ɷ• ᐢ｡꒱ °· ꒰ఎ♡໒꒱ ·°૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ｡ ˚. ૮Ꮚ ´͈ ⁄⁄`͈꒱ა ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ (´๑•_•๑) Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑(ㅅ´ ˘ `) (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა ₍ᐢ｡•ɷ•｡ᐢ₎⊹ ꒰｡ᐢ •ɷ• ᐢ｡꒱ °· ꒰ఎ♡໒꒱ ·°૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ｡ ˚. ૮Ꮚ ´͈ ⁄⁄`͈꒱ა ♡ ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ ₍ᐢ> ̫ᐢ₎ (´･ω･`) :( ;´꒳`;) ₍ᐡඉ ̫ඉᐡ₎ ᐡ ⸝> ̫ ⸝⸝ᐡ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ₎⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ ٩̋(ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ)و (ヾﾉ･ω･`)(๑´`๑)♡ ˃̣̣̥᷄ ᴖ ˂̣̣̥᷅ ₍ᐢ× ༝ ×ᐢ₎ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ ₎ ₍^⸝⸝> ·̫ ⸝⸝ ^₎ (´,,>ω,,`) ♡ ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ ₍ᐢ> ̫ᐢ₎ (´･ω･`) :( ;´꒳`;) ₍ᐡඉ ̫ඉᐡ₎ ᐡ ⸝> ̫ ⸝⸝ᐡ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ₎⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ ٩̋(ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ)و (ヾﾉ･ω･`)(๑´`๑)♡ ˃̣̣̥᷄ ᴖ ˂̣̣̥᷅ ( ˊᵕˋ ; ) ( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ ) (๑♡⌓♡๑) ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝₍ᐢ˶• ˔ กᐢ₎ ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ᑦ(੭・㉨・)ᐣᘏ▸◂ᘏ ( ´͈ ᗨ `͈ ) ๑´ ³`)ﾉ ଘ( ິ•ᆺ• )ິଓ ꒰˘꒳˘๑꒱໒(＾ᴥ＾)७ ◟꒰◍ ´꒳` ◍꒱◞ ˘ ᵜ ˘ ( •ω•ฅ)ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ (๑´ㅂ`๑) (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ (´๑•_•๑) Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑(ㅅ´ ˘ `) (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა ₍ᐢ｡•ɷ•｡ᐢ₎⊹ ꒰｡ᐢ •ɷ• ᐢ｡꒱ °· ꒰ఎ♡໒꒱ ·°૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ｡ ˚. ૮Ꮚ ´͈ ⁄⁄`͈꒱ა ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ (´๑•_•๑) Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑(ㅅ´ ˘ `) (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა ₍ᐢ｡•ɷ•｡ᐢ₎⊹ ꒰｡ᐢ •ɷ• ᐢ｡꒱ °· ꒰ఎ♡໒꒱ ·°૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ｡ ˚. ૮Ꮚ ´͈ ⁄⁄`͈꒱ა( ˊᵕˋ ; ) ( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ ) ₍ᐢ× ༝ ×ᐢ₎ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ ₎ ₍^⸝⸝> ·̫ ⸝⸝ ^₎ (´,,>ω,,`) ♡ ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ ₍ᐢ> ̫ᐢ₎ (´･ω･`) :( ;´꒳`;) ₍ᐡඉ ̫ඉᐡ₎ ᐡ ⸝> ̫ ⸝⸝ᐡ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ₎⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ ٩̋(ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ)و (ヾﾉ･ω･`)(๑´`๑)♡ ˃̣̣̥᷄ ᴖ ˂̣̣̥᷅ ( ˊᵕˋ ; ) ( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ ) (๑♡⌓♡๑) ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝₍ᐢ˶• ˔ กᐢ₎ ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ᑦ(੭・㉨・)ᐣᘏ▸◂ᘏ ( ´͈ ᗨ `͈ ) ๑´ ³`)ﾉ ଘ( ິ•ᆺ• )ິଓ ꒰˘꒳˘๑꒱໒(＾ᴥ＾)७ ◟꒰◍ ´꒳` ◍꒱◞ ˘ ᵜ ˘ ( •ω•ฅ)ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ (๑´ㅂ`๑) (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ (´๑•_•๑) Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑(ㅅ´ ˘ `) (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა ₍ᐢ｡•ɷ•｡ᐢ₎⊹ ꒰｡ᐢ •ɷ• ᐢ｡꒱ °· ꒰ఎ♡໒꒱ ·°૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ｡ ˚. ૮Ꮚ ´͈ ⁄⁄`͈꒱ა ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ (´๑•_•๑) Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑(ㅅ´ ˘ `) (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა ₍ᐢ｡•ɷ•｡ᐢ₎⊹ ꒰｡ᐢ •ɷ• ᐢ｡꒱ °· ꒰ఎ♡໒꒱ ·°૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ｡ ˚. ૮Ꮚ ´͈ ⁄⁄`͈꒱ა (๑♡⌓♡๑) ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝₍ᐢ˶• ˔ กᐢ₎ ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ᑦ(੭・㉨・)ᐣᘏ▸◂ᘏ ( ´͈ ᗨ `͈ ) ๑´ ³`)ﾉ ଘ( ິ•ᆺ• )ິଓ ꒰˘꒳˘๑꒱໒(＾ᴥ＾)७ ◟꒰◍ ´꒳` ◍꒱◞ ˘ ᵜ ˘ ( •ω•ฅ) ₍ᐢ× ༝ ×ᐢ₎ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ ₎ ₍^⸝⸝> ·̫ ⸝⸝ ^₎ (´,,>ω,,`) ♡ ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ ₍ᐢ> ̫ᐢ₎ (´･ω･`) :( ;´꒳`;) ₍ᐡඉ ̫ඉᐡ₎ ᐡ ⸝> ̫ ⸝⸝ᐡ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ₎⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ ٩̋(ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ)و (ヾﾉ･ω･`)(๑´`๑)♡ ˃̣̣̥᷄ ᴖ ˂̣̣̥᷅ ( ˊᵕˋ ; ) ( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ ) (๑♡⌓♡๑) ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝₍ᐢ˶• ˔ กᐢ₎ ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ᑦ(੭・㉨・)ᐣᘏ▸◂ᘏ ( ´͈ ᗨ `͈ ) ๑´ ³`)ﾉ ଘ( ິ•ᆺ• )ິଓ ꒰˘꒳˘๑꒱໒(＾ᴥ＾)७ ◟꒰◍ ´꒳` ◍꒱◞ ˘ ᵜ ˘ ( •ω•ฅ)ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ (๑´ㅂ`๑) (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ (´๑•_•๑) Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑(ㅅ´ ˘ `) (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა ₍ᐢ｡•ɷ•｡ᐢ₎⊹ ꒰｡ᐢ •ɷ• ᐢ｡꒱ °· ꒰ఎ♡໒꒱ ·°૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ｡ ˚. ૮Ꮚ ´͈ ⁄⁄`͈꒱ა ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ (´๑•_•๑) Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑(ㅅ´ ˘ `) (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა ₍ᐢ｡•ɷ•｡ᐢ₎⊹ ꒰｡ᐢ •ɷ• ᐢ｡꒱ °· ꒰ఎ♡໒꒱ ·°૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ｡ ˚. ૮Ꮚ ´͈ ⁄⁄`͈꒱ა ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ (๑´ㅂ`๑) (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)ᐣᘏ▸◂ᘏ ( ´͈ ᗨ `͈ ) ๑´ ³`)ﾉ ଘ( ິ•ᆺ• )ິଓ ꒰˘꒳˘๑꒱໒(＾ᴥ＾)७ ◟꒰◍ ´꒳` ◍꒱◞ ˘ ᵜ ˘ ( •ω•ฅ)ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ (๑´ㅂ`๑) (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ (´๑•_•๑) Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑(ㅅ´ ˘ `) (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა ₍ᐢ｡•ɷ•｡ᐢ₎⊹ ꒰｡ᐢ •ɷ• ᐢ｡꒱ °· ꒰ఎ♡໒꒱ ·°૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ｡ ˚. ૮Ꮚ ´͈ ⁄⁄`͈꒱ა ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ (´๑•_•๑) Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑(ㅅ´ ˘ `) (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა ₍ᐢ｡•ɷ•｡ᐢ₎⊹ ꒰｡ᐢ •ɷ• ᐢ｡꒱ °· ꒰ఎ♡໒꒱ ·°૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ｡ ˚. ૮Ꮚ ´͈ ⁄⁄`͈꒱ა (´๑•_•๑) Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑(ㅅ´ ˘ `) ₍ᐢ× ༝ ×ᐢ₎ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ ₎ ₍^⸝⸝> ·̫ ⸝⸝ ^₎ (´,,>ω,,`) ♡ ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ ₍ᐢ> ̫ᐢ₎ (´･ω･`) :( ;´꒳`;) ₍ᐡඉ ̫ඉᐡ₎ ᐡ ⸝> ̫ ⸝⸝ᐡ ₍ᐡ-(˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა ₍ᐢ｡•ɷ•｡ᐢ₎⊹ ꒰｡ᐢ •ɷ• ᐢ｡꒱ °· ꒰ఎ♡໒꒱ ·° ₍ᐢ× ༝ ×ᐢ₎ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ ₎ ₍^⸝⸝> ·̫ ⸝⸝ ^₎ (´,,>ω,,`) ♡ ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ ₍ᐢ> ̫ᐢ₎ (´･ω･`) :( ;´꒳`;) ₍ᐡඉ ̫ඉᐡ₎ ᐡ ⸝> ̫ ⸝⸝ᐡ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ₎⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ ٩̋(ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ)و (ヾﾉ･ω･`)(๑´`๑)♡ ˃̣̣̥᷄ ᴖ ˂̣̣̥᷅ ( ˊᵕˋ ; ) ( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ ) (๑♡⌓♡๑) ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝₍ᐢ˶• ˔ กᐢ₎ ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ᑦ(੭・㉨・)ᐣᘏ▸◂ᘏ ( ´͈ ᗨ `͈ ) ๑´ ³`)ﾉ ଘ( ິ•ᆺ• )ິଓ ꒰˘꒳˘๑꒱໒(＾ᴥ＾)७ ◟꒰◍ ´꒳` ◍꒱◞ ˘ ᵜ ˘ ( •ω•ฅ)ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ (๑´ㅂ`๑) (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ (´๑•_•๑) Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ₍˄·૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ｡ ˚. ૮Ꮚ ´͈ ⁄⁄`͈꒱ა ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ (´๑•_•๑) Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑(ㅅ´ ˘ `) ₍ᐢ× ༝ ×ᐢ₎ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ ₎ ₍^⸝⸝> ·̫ ⸝⸝ ^₎ (´,,>ω,,`) ♡ ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ ₍ᐢ> ̫ᐢ₎ (´･ω･`) :( ;´꒳`;) ₍ᐡඉ ̫ඉᐡ₎ ᐡ ⸝> ̫ ⸝⸝ᐡ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ₎⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ ٩̋(ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ)و (ヾﾉ･ω･`)(๑´`๑)♡ ˃̣̣̥᷄ ᴖ ˂̣̣̥᷅ ( ˊᵕˋ ; ) ( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ ) (๑♡⌓♡๑) ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝₍ᐢ˶• ˔ กᐢ₎ ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ᑦ(੭・㉨・)ᐣ(˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ��) ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა ₍ᐢ｡•ɷ•｡ᐢ₎⊹ ꒰｡ᐢ •ɷ• ᐢ｡꒱ °· ꒰ఎ♡໒꒱ ·°૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ｡ ˚. ૮Ꮚ ´͈ ⁄⁄`͈꒱ა

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asking them the bear or man question including: gojo, sukuna, toji, choso.

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Fallen Blessings

Alastor x fallen angel!reader

warnings: none!

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Alastor stood behind you, hand on your hip as he watched with a insane looking smile as all of hell fall into panic as the angelic exterminaion began. A white angelic light emited hells lonely streets, thousands and thousands of exterminators flying down like hungry animals. “So much for being ‘angelic beings’.” You think to yourself and scoff. Alastor twirls you around, smirking down at you. You stared at him without a bit of expression on your face, examining every inch of his face. Slow jazz music starts to play, Alastor swaying with you as loud screams start to echo through the pride ring. Your mind was else where as Alastor dipped you, your head barely above the ground. You think about how heaven once was, your once pearly white wings were a gray, almost black color, the tips of your feathers still a vibrant gold. You never could have imagined that heaven, a paradise where most of humanity wishes to end up after death would decide on such a cruel thing as exterminations. You get pulled back into reality when Alastor cups your cheek, making your once innocent eyes look into his crimson ones. He pinches your cheek making you wince.

“What’s bothering you mon chéri?” He says and you shrug, looking back at the ruckus outside. “It’s nothing love, just thinking about.. heaven.” You say and he laughs out loud, making you look at him with a raised brow. “Oh but whatever for? You’ve got me down here in this wretched place, don’t you?” He says and you nod, leaning your head on his chest, swaying a bit more slowly. “Just wonder of how things would be if I managed to convince the high Seraphim to stop those exterminations, or if I never even found out about them in the first place.” You say making him stop in his tracks as if he just got frozen in place. He grabs you by the shoulders and looks you in the eyes. “You never told me about this?” He asks with a curious smile, leading you to the couch in the hotels library. He looks at you expectantly, looking like a child that’s about to find out about the tooth fairy, which was a funny sight since this is the radio demon we’re talking about here.

So you tell him about the events before getting thrown out of the eternal paradise they call heaven. Getting caught listening to a conversation the first human; Adam and the high Seraphim; Sera were having about hells overpopulation. You weren’t caught for being loud, no, no. You were too naive to think there wasn’t an angel right on the other side of the door who heard your little gasp after finding about the exterminations. And so you were thrown out, which was a bit stupid considering they added another soul to the already overpopulated hell. Alastor laughed, commenting on how reckless the angels were which you somewhat agreed to. “Maybe things could’ve been different, and maybe that whole event is the reason why i’m here in this hotel. I doubt it will work but I have hopes for the girl. She’s smart but she has a long way to go to achieve this dream, if it’s even possible.” You rant, fiddling with your fingers and look anywhere but at Alastor. He puts a hand on yours, squeezing it lightly as comfort. You open your mouth to speak but get interrupted by Alastor. “They were reckless to kick out such a heavenly soul into hells streets.” He starts making your stomach turn. “They have no idea what a blessing they lost.” Your cheeks redden as he kisses your cheek, pulling you closer by the waist.

“You’re a true angel mon amour, when I saw you I thought I was getting redeemed into heaven that’s how heavenly you are.”

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dark-and-kawaii · 1 day

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୨♡୧ Betrayal ୨♡୧

Zevlor x F!Tav/Reader

₊˚⊹♡ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇꜰᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴇꜰʟɪɴɢꜱ, ʀᴇꜰᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴢᴇᴠʟᴏʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ… ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ?

₊˚⊹♡ Notes: ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ!! ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴢᴇᴠʟᴏʀ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴀʀ!!! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ @eurydia ꜰᴏʀ ᴘᴜꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ <3

His grasp around your throat was tight and unforgiving, your body held aloft like a ragdoll, and you could feel his nails digging into your skin, his claws drawing pinpricks of blood. You always knew Zevlor was strong, but this strength was...unimaginable.

He wasn't letting up on the pressure at all.

"Z-Zev-lor... pl-please..." You choked out, “Y-ou… You kn-know m-me- Ah!”

His nails sunk further into your flesh, his eyes glaring, and for a split second, you feared that he might snap your neck right there and then… You didn’t want to believe the other tieflings, didn’t want to believe that Zevlor turned his back on his people let alone you… He’d never do such a thing.

Would he?

Your hands grasped his forearm and you could feel your strength dwindling, your eyes closing, your body growing weak, your heart beating a million miles a minute…

“Y-you- you don’t-“ you gasped, struggling for air, “you don’t wan-t t’do- th-this…!”

The tiefling paladin growled at you, the sound guttural and low, eyes narrowing with anger and hate. His tail flicked out from behind him, the pointed end lashing against the air… None of this felt real… Did the absolute truly have such a hold on him? Your precious Zevy?

Suddenly, a loud cry filled the air, followed by the sound of your back hitting the ground… hard. The wind was knocked right out of you, your hands still grasping his arms… You coughed, hacking up a bit of blood, the taste bitter on your tongue, your lungs burning. You were so delirious that you hadn’t notice how Zevlor reached for his blade until it was already too late.

With a single fluid motion, the tiefling paladin drove his sword into your shoulder, pinning you down to the ground like a bug in a glass case. Your pained screams echoed throughout the chamber, his sword sinking deep into the earth beneath you, and tears sprang from your eyes, blurring your vision.

“Zevlor!!” You cried, your hand grasping his.

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes and begged him to stop, pleaded for him to see reason. You didn't want to hurt him, and you knew deep down he didn’t want this either. That the absolute was poisoning his mind, corrupting his soul. You knew him… And this wasn’t him… He loved you, dammit!

“I know- I know you’re st-still in there, Zev-vlor, I kn-now it-. I know it’s been hard… -! But, Zevy, ple- please-!! I lov-ove y-you! I-I won’t ever lea-leave you be-hind- I won’t-,” tears spilled freely from your eyes, the pain you felt didn’t come from your wounds but rather the heartache of knowing why he fell victim to the absolute… With little strength you had left, your shaky arm reached up to caress his cheek, “my- my swe-sweet handsome… Z-Zevlor…”

Tears welled up in his very own eyes and his brows furrowed as if confused, like he was coming to, as though the absolute lost its grip on him...

His gaze met yours, and he whispered your name, “T-Tav?”

Your face softened, the corners of your lips tugging up into a small weak smile, “Th-there he is…..”

He quickly released your neck from his grasp and let go of his sword…

Gasping and sputtering, you tried to regain the oxygen in your lungs. Your fingers grazing over your bloody neck… The tips of your fingers tracing over the marks his nails had left behind…

Stumbling back, Zevlor fell to his knees, his hand covering his mouth. He stared at you in horror, his eyes wide as his shoulders trembled, “By the gods what have I done..?” He saw how his blade was sheathed within your shoulder, how it pinned you to the ground, and the way your blood trickled down the edge of the blade… The tiefling’s eyes trailed to your neck… Your lovely beautiful neck now covered in smeared blood and puncture wounds… He did that…

The tiefling had been a fool. Blinded by the absolute, the power it promised, the protection it offered, and the hatred it gave…

Zevlor quickly reached for his blade and yanked it from your shoulder, causing you to cry out once more.

“Hsss!!” You grit your teeth, hissing in pain.

Zevlor cast the blade aside, the sword landing with a clank. He then was immediately on his knees beside you, his hand resting atop of yours as you pressed into your wound.

He whispered apologies, each word tinged with despair, "I'm so sorry, I... I didn't know. I couldn't see. Forgive me, please."

Your breaths were shallow, each inhale a struggle against the pain, but you managed a nod. "Zevlor, it's... it's not your fault. The Absolute... it- it twisted your mind."

He shook his head, tears streaming down his face, mingling with the dirt and blood that stained his skin. "I was weak," he choked out. "I allowed it to take hold, to use me against those I care most about. Against you."

You reached out, your hand trembling as it brushed away his tears. "No, Zevy. You are still so strong.” The pain in his eyes were so evident, you wish you could take it away, “Everyone has moments of weakness, especially when faced with powers that promise us something good.”

Zevlor's gaze lingered on your face, his eyes searching for forgiveness and strength. He helped you sit up, carefully avoiding your injured shoulder. "We need to get you to a healer. There isn’t much I can do..."

“Zevlor, please don’t fret-“ you could feel yourself start to fade in and out of consciousness… “I-we’ll be… o-ok-“

Everything felt heavy, and it became increasingly hard to keep your eyes open. You tried, you tried so damn hard to fight it, but the pain and loss of blood had gotten to you… Fuck, you didn’t want to leave him on his own with his thoughts… But- but… Your eyes finally shut and everything went dark… You could faintly hear Zevlor call out your name, begging you to stay awake.

He carefully lifted you into his arms, his movements gentle, as if you were made of the most fragile glass. Every step he took was cautious, ensuring not to jar your wound further. The Last Light Inn was not far, but with every step, the urgency of your situation weighed heavily on him.

As he approached the inn, he could see the faces of the other tieflings who had once trusted him. Their expressions turned from surprise to shock, and then to anger as they saw the state you were in and the remorse etched deeply onto his features.

“Zevlor! What have you done!?" Lakrissa cried out, stepping forward with pure fury in her eyes.

He shook his head, tears threatening to spill down his cheeks. His voice broke, his gaze dropping to your limp form, “I- i was misled, corrupted by the Absolute. But no more. Please, she needs a healer. There's no time-“

“You are the reason some of us are dead and now you’re almost the reason for her-“ she points at you, “the one person who had faith that you didn’t turn your backs on us! The girl who saved us from those Druids and goblins!!”

Zevlor's face crumpled under the weight of Lakrissa's fury, his guilt and regret manifesting as a visible shudder that ran through his body. He knew she was right; his actions, influenced by the Absolute, had nearly cost the life of the one person who always believed in him. He dared not look at the other tieflings, their eyes burning with a mixture of disappointment, anger, and betrayal.

Lakrissa's expression faltered, her eyes drifting between the two of you, her anger turning to sorrow, but not for herself, for you.

She gestured towards the door of the inn, leading him inside, “Place her on the bed, Halsin is here I just need to fetch him…” Lakrissa stopped just before the doorway, glancing back at the paladin, "This will not undo the wrongs you've committed, and I’m only doing this for her sake."

Zevlor's expression was solemn, "I am aware, Lakrissa…”

Without another word, the tiefling slipped through the doorway and vanished, leaving Zevlor alone with you.

He carefully laid you down on the bed, taking a moment to gently push the hair from your face, his hand finding yours. Gripping it tightly as if holding onto it was his only anchor left in the world.

It didn’t take long for Halsin to arrive. The Druid an old acquaintance, a fine healer…

The large elf took one look at you and got to work immediately, his hands hovering over your wound. A soft light emanated from his palms, “How did such a fate come to pass?”

Zevlor bowed his head in shame, his words caught in his throat. He swallowed thickly, trying to find his voice, "I... I was corrupted by the Absolute and she, she paid the price for it."

“I see.”

You remained unconscious, your breathing shallow but steady, a testament to the healer's skill and the resilience that had always defined you.

Halsin was quiet for a few moments, the druid focused on his task, until his hands fell back to his side, the light fading, his healing almost complete.

“I cannot apologize enough. For everything. I have failed her, my people, and myself- and I will never forgive myself- nor do I expect it from anyone else.”

Zevlor’s hand tightened around yours, his gaze lingering on you for a few moments longer. He had been so close to losing the only person he ever cared for. The thought alone was enough to break him, his thoughts running wild about how he could possibly do it again and find his blade in your back…

He didn’t want to release your hand, but it was inevitable, and with a final squeeze, he stood up and turned heading towards the exit, "I believe I’ve overstayed my welcome. She’ll be better off without me, nor do I deserve a place among my people. Thank you Halsin, truly, for all you have done.”

Your weak call, "please..." had halted him, a simple plea laden with so much need. When he turned, expecting perhaps to see you awake, he saw how you were still unconscious- your arm hanging off the bed as if reaching out for him…

“They’ll both recover, old friend. She just needs time to rest.”

The elf's eyes landed on the paladin, a simple warm smile gracing his face, "Go to her, they need you."

“They?” Zevlor whispered, his brows furrowing.

"Yes, her… and the child she carries?"

Zevlor was stunned, his mind processing the information. The druid's words replayed in his head, “A child... She is with child?” The walls of the room seemed to close in around him, “Oh gods...” the shadows lengthened as the burden of his knowledge grew. He nearly killed you and his unborn child. The realization was a cruel knife twisting within him.

The room spun around him, each turn a montage of his failures, his betrayals, the lives lost, the lives almost lost because of his decisions. How could he consider himself worthy of being a father, of standing by you, when his hands were so stained?

“I- I didn’t know. I wasn't aware. If I had known- if I had been stronger... This would not have happened... I would have- I should have protected her. Gods above, what have I done?”

He wanted to run. To escape the truth of his actions and the reality of his newfound parenthood-

A gentle hand on his shoulder pulled him from his thoughts, the druid's kind eyes meeting his, "You are not the man you were yesterday, nor the one from a week ago. We change each day, this is just as life is. You can become the person they both need, the one I know you can be. Do not let the past define your future, do not allow it to define their future. The absolute may have swayed your mind, but not your soul.”

The tieflings eyes flickered towards you, his gaze lingering on you, watching every subtle rise and fall of your chest as you lay there, the steady rhythm of your breathing a quiet symphony in the otherwise silent room. Zevlor felt the weight of his past actions, but also the potential for rebirth, for growth. He realized that while he could not change the past, the future was still his to shape, that’s only if you allow it so.

He approached your bedside, his movements hesitant, as if afraid to shatter the moment, afraid to find this all an illusion, a cruel dream his subconscious would torment him with and that you’d be lying in a casket instead of a bed…

He reached out and took your hand in his, the warmth of your skin against his was an assurance that you were real, that he was here, that you would both be okay.

Taking a seat beside you, he watched over you with a mix of awe and fear. Fear of the unknown, of the new life he would now be responsible for, and awe of the strength and resilience you embodied, even in unconsciousness. He always found himself unromancable, yet you loved him. Despite the many faults he possessed, you loved him.

His thumb traced small circles on the back of your hand, a silent prayer of forgiveness, a plea for second chances, a promise to never be blinded by the absolute again.

Hours passed before your finally stirred, the world around you a haze of confusion and pain. Your shoulder felt like it was on fire, and your neck throbbed, every small movement an exercise in pain management.

The sight of you waking was like the dawn after the darkest night, and Zevlor held his breath, waiting, hoping.

When your eyes finally opened, they met his inferno one. A faint smile curved your lips. "Zevlor." your voice was weak, but to him, it was the most beautiful sound.

"I'm here," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm so sorry. For everything."

You reached out, your hand finding his cheek. "No more apologies," you whispered, stroking his skin. "No more blame.You are so kind, my Zevlor. A shield for those that are in need of protection. Please, none of this was your fault, my love.”

He pressed his hand over yours, leaning into your touch, he could see there was not arguing with you, your stubborn nature, and strongheaded ways were something he loved.

His gaze then shifted, resting on your still flat stomach, "I was told that you were with child, and that I would have the privilege of being their father."

He looked back up at you, a nervous smile tugging at his lips.

With a simple nod, you confirmed it.

“Truly?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Truly," you replied.

In a split second, the paladin wrapped his arms around you, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

And in that moment, the world fell away. There was no absolute, no judgement, only the two of you and the promise of a brighter future.

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⠀。.:☆*:･'(*⌒―⌒*)))⠀｡･:*:🥦🎀🌈･ﾟ★,｡･:* :･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･⭐️🚎🌈:*:･ﾟ★。.:☆*:･'(*⌒―⌒*)))赤頭巾ちゃん🎨🎒

🍯⭐️ (◡ ω ◡⁠)🎀「赤ずきんちゃん」の物語は、何世紀にもわたって語られ、語り直され、書かれ、書き直されてきました。それは中世にヨーロッパの農民の口頭伝承から生まれました。 🍯⭐️ (◡ ω ◡⁠)🎀

🎒⭐️ ⏝︶︶⏝︶︶⏝︶赤ずきんちゃんという名前の美しく素朴な女の子。母親と二人で暮らしていた少女は祖母に魅了され、祖母も少女に魅了された。🎒⭐️ ⏝︶︶⏝︶︶⏝︶❗️❗️⭐️🎈⭐️🌈🖍️🎈⭐️

🍯⭐️ (◡ ω ◡⁠)🎀.ある晴れた日、おばあちゃんが病気になったので、シャペウジーニョ君の母親は少女に、おばあちゃんが食べるために食べ物が入ったかごを持ってるように頼みました。少女はすぐに喜んで母親を手伝うようになりました。🌈･｡ﾟ 🍯(๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)⭐️🎀🌈

🌈 ♡︎ ︎ ♡︎ ⭐️🍎🍼🎀まだおばあちゃんの家に向かう旅の始まりの途中で、赤ずきんちゃんはオオカミに質問され、オオカミは会話を始めてどこへ行くのかと尋ねます。赤ずきんちゃんは悪意に気づかず、オオカミの会話に巻き込まれ、病気のおばあちゃんのためにごちそうを持っていくと言いました。🌈 ♡︎ ︎ ♡︎ ⭐️🍎🍼🎀🎀

. . ＞︿＜ 🌟🍓🎀オオカミは非常に狡猾で、おばあちゃんの家に行くのにそれが一番良い方法だと言って、ある道をたどるよう女の子に勧めます。彼は賢明にも、より短い道を選び、先に祖母の家に到着しました。 . . ＞︿＜ 🌟🍓🎀

🥦🎀🌈(๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑🎀🌈)オオカミはおばあちゃんの家のドアをノックし、誰がノックするのかと尋ねると、オオカミはずきんちゃんの声を真似します。おばあさんはそのふりを理解せず、ドアの開け方を教えます。オオカミは女性を見るとすぐに彼女を食べてしまいます。 🥦🎀🌈(๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑🎀🌈)

🥬🎀🌈(๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)⭐️🎀🌈彼は急いでおばあちゃんの服を着て、ベッドに横になって女の子を待ちました。ずきんちゃんがドアをノックすると、オオカミはおばあちゃんであるかのように反応し、女の子は家に入ります。しかし、おばあちゃんのベッドに近づくと、少女はおばあちゃんの様子がおかしいことに気づき、すぐに尋ねました。🥬🎀🌈(๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)⭐️🎀🌈

「おばあちゃん、なんて大きな耳をしているんだろう！」「あなたの話をもっとよく聞くためです！」🍦🎀🌈

「おばあちゃん、なんて大きな目をしているのでしょう！」「もっとよく見るためだよ！」🍦🎀🌈

「おばあちゃん、なんて大きな手なんだろう！」「それはあなたをより良く抱きしめる為です！」🍦🎀🌈

「おばあちゃん、なんて大きな口をしているんだろう！」 "あなたを食べるわ！"🍦🎀🌈

オオカミはついに少女を食べてしまい、ベッドに横になって昼寝をしました。（🎀🌈￣△￣; 🎀🌈）！

🥬🎀🌈(๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)⭐️🎀🌈しかし、ある猟師がおばあちゃんの家の前を通りかかると、中から聞こえるいびきの音が非常に奇妙であることに気づきました。それで彼は見てみることにしました。家に入ると、大きなお腹を抱えてベッドに横たわっているオオカミに出会います。ハンターはお腹の中にいる人を救うことを思いつきました。彼はナイフでオオカミの腹を開き、中から赤ずきんちゃんとおばあちゃんを取り出します。🥬🎀🌈(๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)⭐️🎀🌈