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Echos in Paradise Lost.

Adam x Reader x Eve.

Reader is intersex and goes by they them.

(All my fanfics are for 18+ only.)

chapter 4.

Summary: He knew they would come.

And when they did, there would not be rewards.

He knew of selfishness now

So He allowed himself to be selfish.

Chp 4

Rushing back to the shared home you and your loved ones lived in was not a quick trip, for you had run out to find Adam a lot further than you had originally thought. Your eyes would fall on the back of your husband as he rushed along in front of you, his head turning here and there, how there was relief in his golden eyes when he saw that you were still behind him. You would flash your husband soft smiles back which he did not return but his gaze would ever so slightly soften more before he would focus his attention back in the paths in front of you both instead.

When you arrived at the Cave the three of you shared you both were met with sight of no one, the fire stomped out causing an eerily feel takeover with the little moonlight that shone down. You and Adam slowly approached the cave.

“Eve?” You softly called hoping so dearly that your shared wife was in the cave, in the bedding area simply waiting for your and Adams return. But the dark cave did not carry any sounds of your gentle wifes breathing causing your own to hitch with worry.

There was a soft scraping noise that caused you to turn to the side of the entrance where you saw Adam holding two spears, extending one out to you. You moved to him, taking the one he held out to you as you looked at him, your brows furrowing.

"I Know where they've taken Eve. Strike swiftly to protect thyself and our wife.” He spoke to you firmly and you gripped your spear tightly.

"Do you believe that I will be able to keep her safe?” You asked him, feeling slightly unsure, you had only striked down animals, not whatever those things were..A gentle hand lifted up your chin making you stare into Adam's bright eyes, his gaze unwavering as his lips pulled flashing his perfect white teeth at you. A soft gentle and yet confident smile your husband rarely graces You or Eve.

"Thou art my mirror, thy form mimics mine own, hence thou art my Echo. I trust thou art capable thereof.” He softly told you as confident as he ever had and it warmed your heart, strengthening it as you gripped your spear's staff more strongly. Nodding your head up to Adam feeling his fingers slide from your chin to caress your cheek, trouble looked forming on his face as he stared down at you.

"Swear to me, regardless of circumstance, refrain from laying hand upon the fruit of yon tree…” There was urgency in his tone, his golden eyes moving across your face as if he expected you to vanish so suddenly. You moved your free hand to cup over his much larger one and held it close to your face as you looked at him.

“I swear it.” You told him, you promised and you knew you would keep your promise to your husband.

The forest was silent as you followed Adam through an unknown path of the gardens. You looked around trying to listen out for the soft chirping of the crickets, a rustle of leaves from a night time animal, but all around you was nothing but silence.

Apart from you and Adams soft breathes and even quieter footsteps. You looked onward behind him worried for your beloved shared Wife, Your Eve.

How did they get a hold of her? How did they convince her of untrue words?

What could they have possibly told her that made your wife turn against your husband so?

You thought of how fearful and broken your husband looked back at the snake's last attack, the one who taunted him ruthlessly, had sounded like a vengeful woman. Unlike your sweet Eve who had sounded in pain..Your eyes moved to Adam's back watching him closely as he led you into the unknown.

"My beloved husband... Pray, dost thou comprehend the nature of the serpents?” you asked him, breaking the silence that swarmed around you both. You watched how Adam merely froze in his steps for a moment before continuing his head tilting back to look at you with his eyes, hesitation in them as he looked at you as if taking you fully in before turning back to focus on the path ahead.

"I am.. acquainted with their ways.” He spoke back to you as he moved ahead grabbing onto overgrown tree vines peeling them away to clear the pathway allowing you to pass in front of him, one of his hands softly grazing your back as he helped you pass before he moved after you finding ease by your side. You spared your husband a glance meeting his eyes as he too was doing the same.

"What manner of beings are they?... they appear not to be the creatures thou didst smite to safeguard me.” You asked him softly as you watched your step over the roots of a tree that seemed to claw away from Eden's soil.

You heard Adam take in a sharp breath before releasing it slowly.

"I am forbidden to speak of such matters.” He softly answered you, as one of his arms found its place around your waist to prevent you from falling, steading you so that you could regain balance before he let you go moving over the trees clawing roots himself with steady pace. He was once by your side again already speaking before you could ask him why he was not to speak? Why was your husband Forbidden?

"Though I surmise that engaging in forbidden discourse led to my failure in safeguarding Eve from her own pursuit…” He let out another sigh as he shook his head looking at you.

"I have no wish to disappoint thee as well…” he so softly whispered, making you stare at him with your softly widening e/c eyes.

“Thou could ne-” You words were cut off by your husband, his hand finding your shoulders softly as if gently telling you to stop, to listen as he stopped walking to look down into your eyes. As if he didnt he would be too afraid to speak of this again.

He spoke harshly in the shadows of the overgrown growth of these unknown parts of Eden. As if they shielded you both from the heavens moon light gaze as he looked at you ever wanting to speak.

“"An Angel taketh the guise of one, the serpents. The other... The other is my former spouse... ere Eve, Lilith. Fashioned by the angels as I was, simultaneously... We were at odds, our pride too mighty to reconcile. She deemed I sought to govern her, whilst I merely yearned for a wife dependent on me. I craved to be indispensable.” He spoke hushly and yet so quickly as if he feared someone finding him speaking to you, and you supposed there was reason too, for the snakes he spoke of could find you both at any moment to return to their tormenting, because you did not have the knowledge of the Heavens ever watching Angels seeking for mistakes, flaws.

"Lilith wanted not to bend to my will, nor to lean upon me, and thus she fled from me, encountering the angel... Lucifer, who doth relish taking on the guise of a serpent. They have not parted company since, e'en when Lilith was banished from the gardens for her excessive pride... yet he grants her entry, and they both harbor enmity towards me and seek to leave me solitary... That is why they assailed thee, that is why they are spiriting away our beloved Eve... my sun... our wife... it is because of me.” His voice tapering off at the end as he swallowed thickly as he looked at you with longing as his hand softly moved from your shoulder to the base of your neck where he softly traced your flexing flesh upwards before moving stands of your hair behind your ear clearing your face to him.

"Thou and Eve... are all I possess... The sole splendors in my possession... I pray neither of you will be snatched away from me…my wife, my spouse.” He whispered as if he was afraid merely even ushering such thoughts would make them come true.

Your heart felt as if it was beating harshly in your chest as you watched him remove his hand from you, moving so quickly you grasped it.

“Thou will not.” You told him watching how uncertainty formed in his eyes and you countered bringing her hand to your chest resting between your own breasts so that he could feel your racing heart.

"Mine affection for thee is steadfast, too potent to depart from thee, I vow it. And our beloved wife, Sweet Eve, is not herself, I am certain she harbors a fervent love for thee as well... I would discern if she did not, my cherished Husband, for it would shatter me. Thine and Eve's love, doth tether me here, it binds us here, and those with malicious intent towards thee could never undermine our love for thee.” You spoke so earnestly ever sure of everything as your heart hammered stronger and stronger against Adam's flat palm against your chest as if showing him nothing but the truth of your words. Subconsciously trying to tell your husband something you did not consciously know off but your heart did as it rushed against his palm.

You eyes focused on his hand, his palm hoping he would find comfort in your words, missing how his brows furrowed before and raised as he stared down at you.

‘thine and Eve's love, doth tether me here.’

He was confused on why you had said that, but when your lovely eyes glistened back up to him, he had discovered the wording and softly let out a breath and it felt as if waves washed his worries clean he had not known that clung to him.

"Our love for each other shall endure as steadfast as it ever need be.” Adam promised to you even if he did not say it.

It was Eve's soft crying that had Alerted his and your ears, making yall move through the overgrown forest at a quicker pace revealing a very small clearing. The only thing that stood tall in its middle was a thick tree whose leaves were a lively green that practically glowed in the darkness. On it grew bright glowing red orbs that gleamed illuminous above the trees sturdy trunk.

The atmosphere was different here, you could feel it down to to your very bones, This trees Raindance was unlike any other plant of the gardens. It had a pull over your eyes like no other as if the sweet fruit was calling for you, beckoning you to come near and take one of its supple juicy fruit and bite into it letting its sweet juices fill your suddenly starving stomach.

Your stomach twisted in hunger pains you had never felt before and your mouth watered against your own wishes, as if the tree was begging you to come and eat its fruits.

But hearing the soft cry of your wife caused you to advert your gaze to see her under the tree weeping into another's arms.

Hair brighter than the sun's glow waved around like splattering water rivulets as her moon-like hand moved through your wifes warm dark hair.

"Canst thou not perceive? I forewarned thee that they would not heed. They are under Adam's sway, he shall not permit thee to whisk away thy spouse and depart, for he is a selfish man.” The other woman spoke her words sickly sweet like rotting grapes as she ‘consoled’ your weeping wife.

Hearing the woman's Lies about you and your dear husband caused you to feel emotions you had never felt in these lands before, causing your grip to tighten around your spear staff most harshly.

"Y/n loves me... They pledged their love to me.” Your sweet wife weeped into the other woman's arms as if trying to heartbreakingly defend you.

"If they truly loved thee, then where art they? Hmmm?”

Hearing the woman's hidden taunting to further harm your wifes mentality was like a snapping stone in your mind as you emerged from the over ground brush.

“Y/n wait!” Adams' hush voice would be ignored as you snarled out of the forests.

“"I am present here, and thou shalt withdraw thine hands from my wife ere I do so myself.” you never had lowered your voice in such a way before, and perhaps the growly notes of your voice was enough to startle the liars moments because the woman froze in her movements, scornful golden eyes leaving your wifes face to land on you.

Yet it was your voice that caused your beloved Eve to pull from the woman's chest to look at you wide eyed.

"Thou hast returned for me?” Your wife pitifully asked her eyes wide with hope and yet worry for rejection. You could only stare at your wife, before glowering at the woman that had held her. It stung, to come upon seeing your beloved in another's arms seeking comfort in one that has not ever been there for her. to take comfort from one that lies.

"Hast thou come to desire more than a cruel husband? Hath my offer piqued thine interest, dearest woman-man?” A voice spoke from above in the trees making your eyes move towards it to take in the glowing bright red orbs of fruit and among its many branches you could see two orbs that mimicked the alluring fruits. faintly golden flecks in its red eyes shimmered as the being moved in the branches as if ascending down.

You were met with the sight of a being that made no sense in your eyes.

He was beautiful, and alluring like the forbidden tree.

and when your eyes flickered back to your wife and the other women, Lilith's gaze you could see their eyes take a sheen of adoration, and comfort in them as if the sight of such a being brought them peace.

You felt an arm move in front of you pushing you back as your husband took the place where your feet had been, his arms ready to plunge the spear into flesh if needed.

"Speak not to my spouse, thou slithering fiend!” Your husband snarled at the being.

"Thou hast no right to address them thus.” There was a deep bite into your husband's words, as he took what the being had called you personally. Ever protecting as you trusted Adam to be.

"Is that their nature, indeed? Half man, half woman” The being made a sound of a shortened chuckle “ Can they even be deemed human?”

its words stung, and gave you a feeling of unease as the same feelings you had back during the snake's very first attack. Your free hand moving to pull the fur cloak Eve had made you tighter around your body, hiding yourself from the beings' sights.

Such words Only had provoked your husband as another growl left him and it seemed the beings words seemed to knock some sense into your beloved Eve. As you heard a faint gasp leave her.You only could spare he a fleeting glances before movement from your Husband caught your attention as he sprung forward, his spear striking air, as the being seemed to disappear but only growing to be a pile of glittering gold coins that shifted and moved along into a long body that coiled and coils around the forbidden tree, Jagged spikes baring from its mouth as it hissed out furiously at your husband.

"Dost thou dare think thou canst strike me? I am one of the beings who partook in fashioning an error like thee!”

But your husband did not back down, only grabbing his spear tighter.

“"Heaven commits no errors, only the damned do. And now I perceive thou art no angel, never wert thou.” Your husband snarled back, as he struck mightily his spear

at the deceiver.

You believed that Adam could banish the deceiver away, for now he held no fear of it and its taunts fell on deaf ears as your husband did not fall for its trickery.

You had focused yourself onto the woman who was holding your wife softly pulling her back from the tree to behind it, one of the red illuminous fruit with a bite ripped from its core placed into your wife's hands. The woman's mouth moving, Lilith whispering more deceitful lies to your Wife.

You moved forward with your spear tight in your hands, You needed to get Eve away from that fiend.

You needed to protect her, Adam could not do so by himself.

“Wife!” You called out to her watching Eve's eyes move towards you as you approached.

“"I beg thee, cease! I beseech thee, return to me, for if thou harborest any doubts of me, allow me to dispel them.” You pleaded to your wife, holding out a hand to her, you could not force her, you knew it would only drive your wife away, but you offered her your ever loving hand, showing her that you still loved her and that you never had stopped loving her.

You saw her honey eyes soften, a glow of life returning to them as her hope grew at the sight of your outstretched hand.

“spouse..” Eve had softly spoken moving towards you only to be roughly grabbed by the snake's wife.

"Dost thou not perceive? It is but a snare. They seek only to entice thee back under Adam's dominion.” Lilith spoke harshly to your wife, as if scolding her.

"Nay! Adam never intended to inflict such feelings upon thee! My wife, my love, my Eve, I beseech thee, do not be swayed by spiteful words. Our husband loves thee, for I know it to be true. Thy love and Adam's love are genuine, for I could not draw breath if it were not so! I implore thee, hearken unto me.” You pleaded Eve to turn her ears away from Lilith, sing bird charms and listen to your ever begging one.

"Thou canst not put faith in the words of one who hath forsaken thee.” Lilith harshly hissed into your wife's ear holding her too tightly that you could see pain from on your wifes sweet face making you move quickly to shove the first woman created away. Pushing her harshly to cause her to trip over the trees clawed out roots to the ground. You moved in front of Your wife, baring the spear down at the woman, a scornful look in your own narrowed eyes.

"Wouldst thou trust the words of one who scars thy skin, over mine, who extended my hand for thee to grasp at thine own pace, my wife?” You spoke as you kept your eyes on Lilith who glared back at you. You felt a sense of relief when you saw the red fruit that was in Eve's hands fall and rolled past your feet towards Lilith before feeling your wife's arms wrap around you and feeling her dig her face into your back.

"I am sorry... forgive me…” you felt Eve tremble as she held onto you, her voice quiet and weak. You wanted to tell her that you had already forgiven her, that everything would be okay, even as you watch Lilith's eyes fall behind you before moving to get on her feet despite your spear aimed to strike her if she came too close.

“Lucifer No!” Lilith cried out, more so in panicked warning.

"IF THOU CANST NOT PERCEIVE THAT THOU ART NAUGHT BUT HEAVEN'S PAWN, I SHALL COMPEL THEE TO REALIZE HOW INSIGNIFICANT THOU TRULY ART!” The deceiver's voice boomed and you heard the sounds of choking coming from your husband making you turn to see your husband in the air wrapped in coils of serpent scales. His spear fallen down to the ground, as his feet dangled above it high, the serpent's head had baring open and the upper half of the beings man's body emerged from it, his hands over your husbands lower face as if forcing something down your husband's throat, and your husband weakly choked around it as his body tried to expel it out of his airways, tears stung at your husbands face as they rolled down with each harsh and growing faint cough and hack.

“ADAM!” your wife screamed, moving from you and falling to her knees, her screams being drowned out by out loudly your heart beat pounded into your ears. You felt as if your body was set on flames, as if you were of the flesh of a prowling beast. Your eyesight blinded by bright white light, that bursted in an expelling force of gold that splattered over your face and onto the garden's forest floor.

Your arms tingle and buzzed with tension and with the energy that charged the air as you felt as if you fell forward, your hands gripping around something so hard they lost color and tingled numbly.

A deafening shriek wailed out followed by rasped breathing that fell from your flaring nostrils as you jerked backwards causing bright holy gold spray up towards the heavens stars above.

The coils dropped your husband back to Edens soils, and you watched the fiend shrink back to his original small form, side bleeding and a wing slashed deeply, stumbling backwards into the trees trunk smearing his golden blood over it as he stumbled on the forbidden trees roots, His damned wife moving forward to catch him.

"I was but endeavoring to liberate thee... Thou art ungratefu-” The slithering Angel started to angrily lash out towards you, your family.

“Lucifer.” His wife had warned, causing the Fiend to look at her before grabbing onto her, golden feathers swirled around them rapidly until they vanished leaving a mere pile of feathers that started to burn away like ash behind the tree.

The sound of your husband choking captured your attention as you turned, seeing your wife holding Adam to sit up, your husband sputtering and hacking out chunks of fruit from his lips. Blood and saliva sputtered out with each painful rasp he intook and hacked back out. One of his hands around his throat.

"Y/n, my spouse, aid him!” Eve cried begging you had you sprinting towards them falling to your knees sliding as you tried to help your husband. You rubbed at his back softly before pounding on it with one hand making his wheeze and hack more, your other hand you drove your fingers into his mouth to his throat curling around chunks of what was shoved into it, your husband hacked and gagged onto your fingers as you ripped them out of his mouth as you wrapped them something solid, it seemingly freeing your husband as you lurched forward spewing contents of his stomach up in front of him.

Eve moved, rubbing his back, tears streaming down her face and she let out a choked out gasp of relief when Adam drew in a harsh gulp of air, wheezing it out to gasp for another.

You too felt much relief, seeing that your Husband was breathing, and slowly was recovering, you moved your hands to take sight of what you pulled seeing that it looked like a small smooth stone.

It gave off such a soft hopeful feeling as you held it.

And you did not know why you had slipped it into your cloak, where Eve had made a small pouch for you to carry small things in the furr shield that kept unwanted eyes from your body. But you had before attending back to making sure your Husband was well and was thankful that he was, he leaned his head into Eve's shoulder, his eyes pinched closed but his breathing steady.

You looked at him with a lovely look he could not see before looking at your wife with the same look, just so merely glad and thankful that both were okay and free from the deceiver's grasps.

It was then your Wife weeped, She weeped harshly and begged for both yours and Adams forgiveness.

"I forgive thee, my sweet love, our radiant sun, thou wert unaware of their deceit.” You softly assured her, watching as Adam grabbed Eve's hand softly rubbing his thumb on it gently as he murmured.

"Thou needest not seek my forgiveness, for thou already hast it... Thou hast returned to me... To Us.” Hiding his face into her shoulder seemingly exhausted.

Your poor wife had only weeped harder.

"But it was not mere words... It was deeper... And I apologize, I am so sorry, I have acted like a snake..” She confessed, you had tilted your head at your wife not truly knowing what she was truly about but you moved to her side wrapping your arms around her warmly and lovingly hiding your face into her soft plush hair concealing your view.

Adam had gone so deathly silent his golden eyes now open, staring at her so intensely before he moved away sitting up so painfully straight as he stared at his wife in betrayal and in pain.

Eve had only stared back at him with her honey eyes dropping down to look at their connected hands in pure shame. She had shrunken back into your loving grasp desperately.

“I am sorry..” She whispered over and over as her tears fell from her face. Her apologies confusing you as you pulled your face from her hair softly making her honey eyes look into your own e/c.

You could not see her flaws, not like how Adam could now.

“"Thou art forgiven, We wholeheartedly forgive thee, my most beloved.” You told her firmly, not understanding why your precious wife kept begging for forgiveness. It was not her fault to be tricked by the snakes and while it hurt to find her taking comfort from the snake's wife, you could not see any wrongs for needing to feel secure in one embrace of a hug. As you and Eve had searched for each other for such embrace and To Adam to hold you both while you slept.

Touch was an innocent comfort.

Plus your wife proved who she truly believed in your eyes when she took ahold of your hand, turning her ear away from the Liars.

You did not know why your wife had stiffen in your embrace, as she looked at Adam with so much fear and uncertainty.

You held her tightly before looking at Adam with your confused expression, seeing how stiffly he sat, how intense he seemed at staring into your shared wifes honey eyes, but his scorching eyes moved to lock with your own.

"Do we not, dearest husband?” You so softly asked him.

Adam had froze, his mind burned with knowledge he had not had before, he knew exactly what Eve had confess and it pained him, it pained him deeply that she had been so unfaithful after how hard he tried to be a better husband, But he hurt more knowing that you did not have such knowledge.

You didn't know that your shared wife laid with the snakes.

He doubted you would even understand

And it hurt, seeing how loving and adoring you started at him, asking him to forgive what sin your shared wife had committed without even knowing what she did.

But even as he stared at you, seeing you, constructed by the leftovers of himself and Eve,entirely made for him and Eve. Made to love them no matter what, Adam knew that you would never see them..

Their sins.

"Indeed, we do.” He spoke watching your loving eyes practically glow as you looked at Eve misunderstanding why her eyes were so wide as she looked at him with shock, surprise, and thankfulness as she looked into your eyes, another sob leaving Eve's lips as she buried herself into your hold, and you held her lovingly, because you were created to do so.

Adam swallowed thickly, feeling how tight his throat felt and how itchy as if something was still so deeply stuck inside of it. He moved his hand to cover his throat, rubbing at it feeling a lump, he softly coughed as he pressed on it before pulling his hand away, tipping his head back to look at the heavenly night sky.

He knew they would come.

And when they did, there would not be rewards.

He closed his eyes squeezing them shut tightly before opening them to see you comforting Eve, the look in his wife's eyes were the same as his own.

They were going to be punished.

But as he looked at you, speaking to them, mostly to his damned wife, he found himself not caring about what the angels would bring forth morning light.

He knew of selfishness now

And as he leaned forward cupping a hand to the side of your face causing your words to stop and your breathtaking eyes to meet his own pierced ones.

So He allowed himself to be selfish.

His hand moving from your cheek to the back of your head softly grasping lightly beat your hair as he pulled you towards him, taking your lips with his own. You let out a delightful noise of surprise, it caused a shutter to move through him as he cherished this.

And it seemed Eve, too, was allowing herself to be selfish as well.

chp 5 -smutt warning-

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Silenced With A Kiss by NinjaKK (E, 95k, wangxian, canon divergence, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Flirting, Fluff, Teen Romance, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Happy Ending, Secret Relationship, Romantic Fluff, Falling In Love, Romantic Gestures, Romantic Soulmates, Gūsū Lán Silencing Spell, First Kiss, First Dates, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX, Canon-Typical Behavior, Protective LWJ, Protective WWWX, OCs, Ripple Effect, One Kiss Could Have Changed Everything, First Time, Fluff and Smut, Supportive LWJ, BAMF WWX, Inappropriate Use of Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon)

Marriage Woe-nos! series by oleanderedits (G, 10k, wangxian, Spite Courting, Comedy, fake dating to real dating, Mixed Canon, outsider POV, Crass language)

🧡 Feline misconduct: How Wei Wuxian defeated catboyphobia and seduced his way into becoming Lan Wangji's lap cat by Papriqua, vicchan (E, 44k, WangXian, Catboy WWX, Mpreg, Eventual Smut, Homophobia, Not JC Friendly, Cloud recesses study Era)

forces of attraction by bleuett (M, 21k, wangxian, SL/XXC, no war au, cloud recesses study arc, Romantic Comedy, wwx was raised by Boashan Sanren, Idiots in Love, Developing Relationship, Accidental Marriage, Sharing a Bed, secret matchmaker lxc, Fluff, Hand Jobs, lan wangji's fight flight or fuck instincts, the inherent horniness of sword fighting, Happy Ending)

solstice: 那夏天的我们 by auberjing (E, 24k, wangxian, canon divergence, no sunshot campaign, cloud recesses study arc, masturbation, sex education, pining, smut, angst w happy ending, getting together)

Certain foolish perfect hours by danegen (E, 39k, wangxian, canon divergence, cloud recesses study arc, underage, LWJ pov, Fluff, the yin iron plot stuff is actually still happening, but lxc is hiding the plot in his qiankun sleeves, Switching, lwj is a good boy who deserves to have silly dates with his manic pixie boyfriend)

💖 The Eternal Recurrence by countingcr0ws (E, 51k, wangxian, time traveler’s wife au, underage kissing, time travel, romance, fatherhood, family, poetry, coming of age, getting together)

Straight at the Sun by diamondbruise (E, 33k, WangXian, Canon Universe, no war though, Mutual Pining, Pining while fucking, Misunderstandings, First Time, Anal Sex, Miscommunication, Jealousy, in abundance, Happy Ending)

Fentao-laoshi’s Guide to Cut-Sleeve Pleasures by occultings (microcomets) (E, 31k, wangxian, canon divergence, pining while fucking, friends with benefits, first time, cloud recesses study arc, practice kissing, sharing a bed, jealousy, getting together, confessions, happy ending)

Lead Me On Through by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 54k, wangxian, Arranged Marriage, Practice Kissing, practice other things, horny boys in love, questionable logic, Questionable Choices, light knives, Happy Ending)

Teach Me The Ways by likeafox (E, 58k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, The Porn Is the Plot, lots of banging in here folks, [slaps side of fic] this baby can hold so much weird sex stuff in it, but also many many feelings)

We all have a Hunger by KatAnni (T, 23k, wangxian, nighthunts, cloud recesses study arc, getting to know each other, getting together, implied/referenced child abuse, ghosts, dogs, panic attacks, hurt LWJ, minor injuries, fever, starvation, homelessness, WWX’s childhood, WWX’s canonical cynophobia, whump, angst w happy ending)

That Kind of Dream by KeriArentikai (M, 7k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Light Angst, Teen horniness, Teen intense feelings, Dry Humping, Coming In Pants, Getting Together, No Sunshot Campaign)

❤️ Gentians in bloom by teawater (M, 251k, WangXian, XiQing, XuanLi, Canon Divergence, Political Marriage, Dysfunctional Family, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It, LQR bashing (not really), POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Eventual Happy Ending, BAMF WWX, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, madam yu bashing (again not completely), MXY Deserves Better)

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#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #wangxian #MDZS #wangxianficfinder compilation post #long post #cloud recesses study arc

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play-now-my-lord · 1 year

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brief response to the "breaking down binaries" post

I don't think there's any a priori reason to separate the world into cis and trans people - in fact, I think the whole range of gender expression humans experience is present in both arbitrarily-selected groups - but! We live in an arbitrarily and viciously transphobic society. I get that male effeminacy & GNC behavior among cis people gets policed, believe me I do, and I don't think trans people should be completely closed off to that experience when talking about our own. But one of the reasons "cis" exists as a label is because our behavior attracted a variety of labels from a transphobic society, all of them anywhere from neutral to hostile, and it was necessary for us to describe an Other to have an identity as a group.

This is a case, it feels like, of the function of labels being ambiguous. One function is to describe the world as it's perceived by people; another is to describe people's own lives as they feel comfortable with them; another - and this one gets neglected - is aspirational, a process of community formation, a declaration of common interests. To say we need labels like "cis" and "trans" is to say that we have distinct interests, we face distinct violence, and our dignity and autonomy demand distinct protection. As a multiply-marginalized trans person, it strikes me as fruitless to problematize the idea of a trans/cis binary in much the same way as it's fruitless to problematize the abled/disabled binary, the intersex/perisex binary, whatever -- and it strikes me as a little interesting that people who would cheerfully propose that their lived experience problematizes that boundary might blanch at the idea of saying the same about their ability, their perisexness, etc. (Or at least would look much, much tackier doing it.)

This is not to say liminal cases don't exist - they absolutely do. There are many people who don't fit the strict medical definition for "intersex" but experience some of the things intersex people do (off the dome, people with PCOS, say); a healthy and effective intersex community is something that helps them live a dignified life, and violence against intersex people tends to fall on their heads. Likewise GNC people and the trans community, such as it is, heteroflexible people and the gay community, people with certain situational disabilities, what have you. I don't think any of these things are existential problems for the idea that perisexness, straightness, abledness exist, or can be named! I guess a very short response to that is that I am less philosophically committed to breaking down binaries, as dear as that project is to me, than I am philosophically committed to seeing no one else put in conversion therapy for wearing the wrong clothes, bouncing from couch to couch or job to job for their aberrant gender, left to die by EMTs for having the right hormones in their body. Live with being called cis or figure out something else to call yourself or whatever, I don't think it actually matters terribly much to the fascists breathing down our necks and that's worth remembering

#frog thoughts

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tigerrsmn · 2 months

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"Say their name!"

Call and response at the Twin Cities vigil for Nex Benedict, organized by Thomas Edison High Gender and Sexuality Alliance.

[It is important to say their name. What’s their name?

(Crowd) Nex Benedict!

Say their name.

(Crowd) Nex Benedict!

Say their name.

(Crowd) Nex Benedict!]

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nothinginlifebutmist · 1 year

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"Why do you support trans people? You're cisgender..."

I don't know how to explain to you that you don't need to be part of a group to care about the people within that group. It's just basic human decency, you stupid fuck.

#lgbtqiia+#lgtbq community #lgbtqia rights #transgender rights #protect trans lives #pride month #happy pride 🌈#gay #lesbian #bisexual #transgender #queer #intersex

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captain-crackship · 1 year

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ACT IN SOLIDARITY. DON'T FORGET THE COMMON ENEMY.

After Trump's recent speech, I feel the need to call for solidarity within the LGBT+ community.

If anyone who reads this aren't already advocates for trans rights, I'll start with two points. 1) Trans people have always been on the front lines of riots, protests, etc for gay rights. There was no drama about it until some recent discourse that makes some gay/ lesbian/bi people put off. Most trans people are not in the group you are so annoyed with. And even if they are, I hope you don't want them to be part of a conservative genocide of LGBT+ people. 2) Those who want to take down trans people almost always also want to take down gay people as well. This is just a foot in the door. Trump's references to a "nuclear family" already show the beginning of this segue. So even if you don't care so much about trans rights, please understand that all gay and bi people are next in line under a conservative regime.

We need to stand strong together. The current threat to our rights is stronger than it has been for the last ~30 years. The alt-right is trying to take over, eradicate trans people, and take away all rights from gay people in general. They won't stop until sodomy laws come back, gay marriage is illegal, abortion is illegal, trans healthcare is illegal (at all ages), and even gender non-conformity is illegal. Anyone who doesn't conform to a 1950's stepford version of gender and relationships is at risk.

This is a matter of freedom, autonomy, and basic human rights for the entire LGBT+ community. I urge is all to come together and vote for any and all candidates who support our right to exist without direct threat to our rights.

#trans #enby #queer #gay #lesbian #bisexual #intersex #ace #aro #pan #trans rights are human rights #protect trans kids #trans lives matter

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wmarximoff · 1 year

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𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 | 𝐰. 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

summary: you and Wanda spend Christmas Eve by the fireplace, making the same mistake you've been making for a long time again.

warnings (18+): intersex character (Wanda), smut, blowjob (Wanda receiving), vaginal sex (r receiving), cheating, mentions of pregnancy, angst. MINORS DNI.

pairings: Wanda x fem!reader, mentions of Wandanat and Pietro x fem!reader

word count: 4k

A/N: here's my slightly late, but not too late, Christmas/New Year special. it's sad but coming from me you already knew that.

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A zephyr of gentle wind stirred the dancing of the curtains like dark specters, swirling into the living room in a winter breath that flickered the low fire in the nearby milky granite fireplace like a lantern flame, before the fingers of both your warm hands gripped and, in a disgruntled grunt under your breath, rolled down the windowpane – invading snowflakes gleaming like shavings of steel on the cream-colored ledge. The curtains quieted from their ghostly dance, settling back to rest like sleeping albino bats upside down. You didn't remember leaving the window open, but at the same time, you weren't in full control of your mental faculties at the end of the year either.

“Damn, it's snowing again,” you blurted out, your studious eyes peering at the world outside through the cloudy, stale glass about a hand's breadth away from the tip of your nose, “I... I don't think he'll manage to make it in time. It's too late anyway.”

A beam of pale luminescence penetrated the living room through cracks of ice that fogged up the glass, interspersed white streaks of streetlights that pierced the brief layer of spectral snow inserted inside thanks to the opening of the window above – a tight, dark light, rather vague, that posed in a grayish hue outside, offering the world (your car parked in front of the house enveloped in a sheet of ice, the low fence of the front yard turbid at that distance, the long-time plucked oak tree on the sidewalk and the distant cinder that was the house next door, just the yellow light from an window) the appearance of ghostly silhouettes, like the aftermath seen in a faded dream.

But inside you residence, everything was sheltered and protected by a thick layer of cozy heat coming from the fireplace flames (the orange light casted in tall shadows, shining in the depths of your eyes and in the ornaments hanging from the tall pine tree decorated with the theme nearby, fluttering on the ceiling; its warm reflections inside the living room windows), and you considered the possibility that, sooner or later, you might end up pulling your thick wool sweater over your head.

“Well,” Wanda's low, velvety voice drifted behind your shoulder, “He said he probably wouldn't make it in time for Christmas Eve, didn't he? And that he would stay in a motel in case the blizzard got worse. He'll be here tomorrow morning, honey, don't worry. He... he'll be fine. You don't have to worry about him, Y/n.”

And you understand, you understand what she means, what her tone of voice says contrary to her words. It's just that in so long, you've specialized in pretending, always pretending. Pretending you don't understand, pretending a lie is the truth. Your right fingers were still hooked on the vertical slit in the pale, soft satin curtain, your gaze lost in the stormy puffs of ice outside.

“I know, but… you know how uneasy Pietro can be sometimes, and he'd hate to miss even the tiniest Christmas celebration… I can't help but worry about him, Wanda. He's out there during this blizzard that doesn't look like it's going to pass any time soon, after all.”

The sudden high-pitched ping of a message dropping into a phone chat pierced the oxygen above the crackling hiss of the great dry wood fire burning in the fireplace, sounding just after you've finished your Christmas wails.

You then turned your chin over your right shoulder to regard her with your diligent gaze, and for a second of oxygen engulfed in your throat you just allowed yourself to admire her, Wanda, standing there in the middle of the room, being partially illuminated by the glow of the nearby fire, giving her silhouette the air of a scarlet creature from another world – the jadish eyes fixed on the phone set supplanted in the palm of her right hand, the thin long locks of brown hair that partially curtained a face holding her beautiful strong, fine features, her left fingers curled around the cylindrical body of a steaming porcelain teacup.

“It's him.”

A dizzying itch took hold of your right fingers, and you just took the time to sweep that long lock of hair behind her ear so deeply that every component cell in your body seemed to bristle and ache, as if there were grains of sand in your bloodstream and your bones were made of shards of glass. Your skin burned in the need of hers, a familiar touch, an outdated nostalgia. With your eyes hovering over Wanda's figure, there was no way your worries could sail towards Pietro anymore, not with all your attention focused on his twin sister as it was.

“What did he said?” your voice squirmed from the back of your throat, “Is he okay? He’s safe?”

And you wanted to care, but Wanda was just categorically stunning. Fifteen years ago you had already become familiar with the beauty of her oval-shaped face, but that doesn't mean that it wouldn't even have diminished with the lapidation of time – maturity dawned in a decade and a half, when her facial lines became more accentuated in a natural cut, just a new discovery for you. You still felt the whiffs of her adolescence somewhere, even if even she didn't feel them at all anymore.

It was as if, in so much time, you still hadn't discovered what it was that could actually be pointed out in the emerald shadow aligned with Wanda's gaze that instigated that thirsty burning inside you. You just wanted more of her, as much as you could have. As much as she would allow herself to be yours. In front of her, on her torso, Wanda was wearing the loose crimson and green thick wool sweater that your mother-in-law had given her last Christmas – Natasha had a pair of this piece knitted in green and red wool.

“See,” she muttered then, still with her eyes downcast, “He's fine. Here.”

Wanda's right forearm lifted her wrist to your eye level, turning the phone's pale screen into a synthetic glow toward you, her brother's contact shimmering across your retinas.

[Pietro]: Yo Wands tell Y/n I won't be able to make it in time anyway, this sucks man, a truck overturned on the road because of the snow and they won't fix it until tomorrow morning ☹ I miss her and the boys wtf!!!☹ ☹

The face of Wanda's thumb pressed the button on the side of the device after a couple of measly seconds of silence permeated by the ambience of the crackling of the incandescent firewood, and on the wide, newly darkened screen, the reflection of your deplorable facial expressions was outlined – your lower lip being sucked under your upper incisors, the streak of skin creased almost mournfully between both your brows. Wanda just lowered the device completely, moving it out of your field of vision.

“So… he won't be coming home today.”

“No,” she looked at you, her eyes flickering fire and dark green, “He won't come home today. And the boys are out like logs in their beds already,” and it was true, after all, she had read them a couple of bedtime stories herself. She always wanted to spend as much time as possible with the twins, after all.

Something sparked inside you, in heat and hunger, when the emerald color of Wanda's eyes stared at you from under her heavy lashes. It was like a non-syllabic question (can I?). You looked into her sharp cheekbones, engulfed partially by that orange reflection of the fire burning there so close to the two of you – you just wanted to feel her close, all to yourself, call out her name in your needy grip on your chest. Yes, scorched will and hunger sharpened through your veins, yes Wanda, you can. Now you can.

Her phone and teacup were both placed carefully on top of the light wood coffee table in front of the sofa, placed in a spot parallel to the fireplace and comically next to the fully decorated Christmas tree, blinkers off, presents wrapped in colored paper. But her phone pinged again that night, a bitter reminder, a sick joke – a message from a different contact, Natasha, a red heart emoji next to it. Wanda looked at you when you looked at her.

“I'm a fucking horrible person,” she muttered under her breath, as close to your personal space as she could get.

“I know,” was your broken voice reply, “But that's okay, because so am I.”

And, in an act of regret, you just did what your need obligated you to do – you reached forward and took Wanda for yourself, flattening the commission of your lips against her mouth that tasted of compunction and tea, just an old comfort for the overflow of your feelings so dismayed, so much need that would soon overflow. After all, that wasn't the first time that you kissed Wanda, and it certainly wouldn't be the last time that you would look for the hold of her arms, so that she could cherish the desire bristling in the hollow of your inner groins. The desire to have her always supplanted the shame of your ego.

A sinuous dance of delicate, tangible lips that fit perfectly and neatly, like something it should be. The ardent and passionate kiss was transmuted, however, into a harmonious kiss, and the harmonious kiss metamorphosed into splashes of tiny tight-mouthed kisses that soon dismantled in a state of fear, scattered in a reality where uncertainties and worries were mere ignoble daydreams, as long as you were in each other's arms. The first kisses were always fearful, they always meant to be.

The palms of both of Wanda's warm hands felt gentle against your sides, risking to caress your hipbones with the pads of her thumbs. A wave of the urge to implode in tears swept over you – perhaps out of desire or fear, regret or the intrinsic will of flesh and bone. You just wanted her to burn you like the fire in that fireplace burned to ashes in the wood, the only witness to your act of adultery, the fire that in the end consumed everything completely, a natural destroyer of evidence.

With her melodious lips parted, her pulps pink and cracked, Wanda, in turn, began to give you infinitesimal, lingering kisses along the contour of your neck, along the area where it joined your left shoulder, along the line of her jaw located in the gap between your ear and neck, validating the traces of hickeys sitting there, like long brushstrokes of dark paint on a blank canvas.

"Wanda..." you purred like a sleepy cat, the heavy lids covering your eyes again, enjoying the feel of the warm lips splashing over the bristling epidermis.

Unguarded, perhaps even a little needy in your deprived core, you snuggled against your beloved's warm body, a guilty, lazy little dread embodied by the commission of your own wet lips. You felt a warm forehead press against your pale skin band above your brows, and you and Wanda opened your lids at the same time – an immensity of burning green, brown strands of hair strumming against the skin of your chin.

“I need you now, baby,” she sighed against the kiss of your lips, “I-I – I need you, Y/n. It hurts. I need you now.”

And you knew what she needed – that's why you gave it to her, sitting her down on the couch, Wanda's sweater pants pooling around her knees in a matter of seconds. There was never room for ceremony when what you did was just the result of a mutual repression that always led to a needy outburst.

From the hollow of your pearly lips, the tip of your velvety tongue made itself present, and that tongue, sweet and musky, soaked the entire length of her penis in a layer of shimmering saliva, the veins throbbing as the outline of the curled mouth cupped the pulsating tip, without the resistance of teeth in your way.

“Fuck, baby,” was a muffled moan against the palm she pressed to her own lips, urging you to do what you intended to do, “Just like that… Y/n, shit…”

You sucked Wanda's precum once, wringing a musical wail from both of your throats—the shivering moment, the bittersweet sap and the cinnamon heat, all etched into the center of your tongue, an already familiar taste in your stomach. Maybe that was why she chose you – the way you were the first person outside her family circle who accepted her for who she was, for what she felt she should be.

You were fifteen when you met the Maximoff twins, a boy and a girl, children of immigrants, in junior year of high school. And you were sixteen when you found out why Wanda didn’t used the locker room after PE with the other girls in your class.

“My parents thought I was a boy when I was a kid,” she once told you, under the bleachers after a literature class, “But then we found out that I was born different from Pietro, from most other people even... the doctors said the name is intersex. It's not very common, but it can happen sometimes.”

A girl with long dark hair that flowed in waves down her shoulders and wearing a second-hand fabric jacket, also dark as her hair. She was dark and stunning.

“Got it,” you hissed because you were sixteen and didn't know what to say, and Wanda was your best friend, “Your brother asked me out.”

“Oh,” it was like the sound of a piece of glass breaking, “Got it,” you always saw the way she looked at you, but it was Pietro who had the initiative. And he was always a good boy, and your parents taught you that there's no denying a good boy.

It didn't take long for Wanda's body sensitivity to acclimatize to your mouth, after just a handful of minutes in which you passed between her legs, ennobling the length of her member with just the tip of your tongue (back-and-forth movements, little kisses, and, at the latest, daring nibbles). You, upon noticing your beloved's familiarity with your tongue movements, took it from the inside of your mouth, almost the entire length between the flesh of your cheeks, reaching the summit of your throat, moist and plump.

“Y/n,” Wanda groaned, her brow furrowed, “Fuck, baby–!” and you felt a touch on the top of your head, near the roots of your hair.

Your mouth went up and down once, twice, five times. Wanda's right fingers, intertwined with your bundle of hair, made sure that the movements progressed eventually to something continuous and hard – her hips moved vigorously, fucking her way with her heavy member to the back of your throat. A cavernous yelp escaped Wanda's throat as her brows twitched and her eyes squeezed into two lines on her panting face, a pleasurable simulation of pain, a ball of yarn being woven down her navel.

You, the one who knew her as well as she herself did, tried to accompany Wanda's orgasm formulation with the movements of your mouth, thick saliva mixed with precum dripping from the corner of your lips in thick threads that wet the band the skin of your chin; you compressed your lips around her cock as you slid down its length, only to return to the head and then intensify the avid sucking until you brought your lover to the culmination of her own pleasure, of everything you wanted her to feel.

“Shit, shit, shit— ah! Y/n, I'm going to cum in your mouth, baby! Fuck!”

Wanda leaned forward so that both of her hands were resting on your temples, keeping your head in place as it spilled over your tongue, hot cum rushing its way to your stomach like you always did – always glad to swallow all the bittersweet load deposited inside you by Wanda.

At her apex, Wanda collapsed back to the length of the back of the couch, a warm, sweat-soaked dark lock plastered to her forehead. Her chest rose heavy and slumped back into her ribcage beneath her crimson wool sweater. The fire crackled in the hearth and in you too, however, because you wanted more, more of her, all of her – time was scarce and limited, and as such, incapable of being wasted. So you rose up towards her face, crying out to her.

“Wanda,” you called, your chin touching hers, your knees pierced by hers, “Wanda, I need you inside me now. Please, I need... I need you. I need you.”

You spoke as if you weren't in your living room at home – as if your children weren't sleeping right above your head. And she held you like she wasn't your husband's sister.

“It's okay, my dear. I am here. I'm here for you now, Y/n, I'll give you what you need.”

And then you were on top of her again, your shorts discarded like a rag before the fireplace, your hand reaching for Wanda's to close it by the back of your own hand, her thumb sinking soon into the warm flesh of your hip, her fingertips opening the moist lips of your pussy. On both of your ring fingers rose bands of golden wedding rings, yours different from hers, which turned copper in front of the fireplace – rings placed there by other people.

With the touch came a mutual moan that was engulfed by the embers, crackled from deep within your throats. And you began to reach down, feeling her inside, thick and firm. You came down the full length of her, and Wanda's back instinctively arched.

“Fuck-! Fuck, you're always so tight, baby, fuck–! You're practically grabbing me..."

“You're big,” your hands found her shoulders, the wool soft and red, “So big, Wanda… I want you for myself. I want you all to myself tonight, please.”

“You already have me, baby,” she lisped under her breath, “You always had me.”

With her member all tucked inside your cunt, inch by inch swallowed inside your throbbing walls, Wanda's mouth burned lustfully. The roar that bloomed through a crack in her lips had been a husky murmur.

Without circumlocution, Wanda was quick to thrust herself against your throbbing cunt, hollow slapping sounds filling the living room as she thrusted her hip against your wet entrance – so needy, a growing urgency in her bones and in your flesh, yearning for the heat of the ethereal figure that unfolded to you with such care and mastery, the inhuman touch burning over your skin. Wanda's movements were fast and uneven, solemnly guided by her desire to have you, to be inside you.

Her fingertips brushed your fine wet, low pubic hair, and you took a deep breath, your chest rising heavy and falling lightly, snorting a breath of warm air in a ravenous moan against the shell of her ear – the warm skin of your face cinched against Wanda's neck, who found herself able to feel both of your swollen nipples pressed against hers through the material of your sweaters so muffled. Her arms were wrapped around your waist, pulling you against her, the two of you as close together as you could be.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/n!”

“Wanda,” the words strangled in your throat in a strangled moan, “Wanda, I love you. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” she whimpered against your chest, “I love you too, I've always loved you…”

The steady movement of her hips brushed in eager friction against your swollen, nervous clit against the base of Wanda's cock, soaking her in your natural, smoldering lubricant juices. Your ecstasy compelled you to choke on a moan that coiled in your throat, and you rolled your hips forward, begging for more, so debilitating when against something as simple as the feel of her close to you, a single ethereal touch.

“I love you, Wanda. I love you I love you..."

The notion of the fact that that woman beneath you, reeking of tea and sex, as supernal of the encompassing reaches of human cognition as she could possibly be, could come to leave you at any moment saddened you to your ecstatic core. You didn't want to leave her. You didn't want to lose her, a battle already lost. With a soft growl (which came dangerously close to a needy moan) you pressed your entire body against Wanda's to make her feel how in control like she was over your mundane will. And your sister-in-law didn't even try to stop you.

“I love you Wanda, I love you, I love you, I'm sorry, I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/n, I love you too, fuck, I will always love you, always, always... please, I’ll always love you–”

You rode her like that, being impaled, squeezing her tighter and tighter, until the two of you came together, her orgasm painting your walls in needy vastness, in an encapsulated moment where you were hers and she was yours, where your choices led you in the right direction, her inside you where she should always be, your arms around her like you always wanted her to – her inner thighs were strong and wet against your hips.

“I'm sorry,” you cried against her neck, Wanda's hands stroking the length of your back beneath the wool layer of your sweat-damp sweater, her flaccid cock still nestled within your walls as if it weren't already too late.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I wish I had chosen right. I'm sorry. I wanna do it again. I wanna choose you. Please. I wanna choose you.”

“It's okay, Y/n,” Wanda lisped against your hair, a tear pooling under her lashes, “It's okay, honey. You already have me. You’ll always have me.”

The end of the year festivities came and went like the blur of the blizzard outside that Christmas Eve by the milky granite fireplace, and in the first half of January you and Pietro entertained your families for longer than you'd like – his parents and yours, and Wanda and Natasha, her wife, inevitably came and went too. The world presented itself in a furious way to you at the beginning of the year, incongruous: people everywhere, Wanda, Natasha, Wanda, Natasha, cold January winds. Natasha wanted kids with Wanda because she was a great aunt to Billy and Tommy.

“Children, huh?” Pietro asked his sister one night when the two of them were sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace, the fire crackling softly.

“I thought you and Nat were the type who didn't want kids… but hey, this is awesome news, Wands! You'll be a great mom, you're like the boys' favorite aunt, everyone sees that! You take great care of them, Wands, so I imagine you'll be even better with your own children!”

“Yeah,” she smiled wanly, a little bitterly, looking into the fire, “With… my own children.”

“And I bet it will be the same with the next one too,” the twin looked at her, his blue eyes flickering towards her. Wanda looked away from the fire to look at Pietro.

“The next one…?”

“Yeah,” he smiled with the grace and pride that only someone in that situation could carry with him, “Y/n is pregnant again, Wanda! Can you believe?! Another Maximoff in the world!”

And then, Wanda looked at her brother. And she wanted to cry – cry for him, for herself, for Y/n and Natasha and Billy and Tommy, and that new child to come into that fucked up world made of lies and more lies. For all the mistakes she and Y/n made that could very well tear that family apart. She almost cried in front of the fireplace. If Pietro knew the true reason for those tears, he would never forgive her.

“Yeah,” Wanda smiled, a tear trapped in her green gaze, the fire burning in the fireplace, “Another Maximoff in the world.”

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In the philippines, there are several words for "trans" but they all usually go back to one meaning, it's closest, not exact but closest english translation being "queer", or if you hate that word, "not cishet". Words like "bakla" and "bayot" etc when first discovered by the English speaking world was explained to mean "trans woman" however , it means many different things. Philippine gender identities are shaky but it finds peace with that. In the philippines, words to describe trans men (tomboy/binalake etc) can also be words to describe butch/ masculine women and lesbians, and the words for trans women (bakla/bayot/binabae etc) is the same as words for gay man, nonbinary person, etc. There has never been any argument against it. The closest translation of "bakla" is "queer". And in the philippines, a lot of queer people have always found joy in community, there isn't any real "discourse" because a lot of us focus on lived realities rather than semantics and live consciously of both trans and intersex people. Even the most terminally online filipino will not argue about the spectrum of depth that "bakla" has come to mean. Lgbtq people have protected each other and valued community for thousands of years, why change it. Eitherway. T/erfs call themselves "separatists" for a reason, and I think it will do a lot of people good to like. Reflect on WHY they think lgbtq community should be a hyperseparative place, WHY they immediately pathologize the experiences of women and trans people when they don't understand it.

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Chapter 7. Polluted Politics? Confronting Toxic Discourse, Sex Panic and Eco-Normativity by Giovanna Di Chiro

“Stereotypes and lies lodge in our bodies as surely as bullets. They live and fester there, stealing the body.”—Eli Clare

Queer ecology as defined by Mortimer-Sandilands (2005, 24) “both about seeing beauty in the wounds of the world and taking responsibility to care for the world as it is”. (200)

Environmental justice constructs an eco-politics that defines the environment as our communities: the places where ‘we live, work, play, and learn’ (200). Environmental justice activists embrace inhabited/built places---cities, villages, reservations, agricultural fields, workplaces, poor and low-income neighborhoods next to hazardous industrial facilities as environments worthy of recognition and protection (Di Chiro 1996)

There has been rising environmental anxiety that surrounds cultural fears of exposure to chemical and endocrine-disrupting toxins especially as it relates to the troubling and destabilizing of normal/natural gendered bodies of humans and other animal species aka the “chemical castration” or the “feminization of nature” (Cadbury 1998; Hayes 2002)--rising fears that we are “swimming in a sea of estrogen” (Raloff 1994b, 56; Sumpter and Jobling 1995 173) as a consequence of rising levels of estrogenic, synthetic chemical compounds emitted into our water, air and food known as estrogenic pollution (ova-pollution). (201)

Pop-science warning about the ‘instability of maleness’—warns that the rising incidences of male-to-female gender shifts and intersex conditions observed in the ‘lower’ species of animals, such as frogs, fish, and salamanders, represent the newest ‘canaries in the coalmine’ portending an uncertain fate for human maleness and for the future of ‘normal’ sexual reproduction (Robert 2003) (201) also anti-toxins discourse has concerns about estrogenic chemical toxins disrupting/preventing/disturbing ‘normal’ prenatal physiological development and natural reproductive processes, leading to rising cases of infertility and producing disabled, defective, and even monstrous bodies (201)…

What can develop is a “sex panic” that resuscitates familiar heterosexist, queerphobic, and eugenics arguments classifying some bodies as not normal: mistakes, perversions, burdens (I would add ‘freaks’)…under the guise of laudable goal/progressive goals, a certain type of anti-toxics environmentalism mobilizes knowledge/power of normalcy and normativity and reinforces compulsory social-environmental order based on a dominant regime of what and who are constructed as normal and natural (Davis 1995; Garland-Thompson 1997; McRuer 2006).

Disability becomes an environmental problem and lgbtq people become disabled—the unintended consequences of a contaminated and impure environment, unjustly impaired by chemical trespass. (202) The true scope of the mortality and morbidity of POPs (persistent organic pollutants) becomes distorted by alarmist focus. This fixation ends up de-emphasizing and worse--naturalizing and normalizing other serious health problems associated with POPs that are on the rise: breast, ovarian, prostate and testicular cancers, neurological and neurobehavioral problems, immune system breakdown, heart disease, diabetes and obesity (202).

There is good reason for alarm concerning the continued use and accumulation of toxic chemicals that are wreaking havoc on the health and reproductive possibilities of the living world. Our cumulative exposures to endocrine disruptors, carcinogens, neurotoxins, asthmagens, and mutagens in our normal, everyday lives from our daily contact with plastic water bottles, shampoos, and kitchen cleaners to insect repellents, food preservatives, and factory farmed meats, among others, are most certainly putting at risk the health of our own bodies and our earth. (210) But where should the critical attention lie?

The hyperfocus on the world turning into hermaphrodites participates in a sexual titillation strategy summoning the familiar ‘crimes against’ nature’ credo and inviting culturally sanctioned homophobia while at the same time sidelining and naturalizing ‘normal’ environmental diseases such as cancer (211).

Environmental theory and politics in the US have historically mobilized ideas of the normal, to determine which bodies and environments/landscapes embody the distinctly American values of productive work, rugged individualism, masculinity, independence, potency, and moral virtue upon which environmental advocacy movements should be based (Haraway 1989; Cronon 1991). Critical histories of U.S. environmentalism have revealed the capitalist, patriarchal, colonialist, heteronormative, eugenicist, and ableist histories underlying its “progressive” exterior (Boag 2003; Darnovky 1992; Evans 2002; Gaard 2004; Jaquette 2005; Sutter 2001).

Eco-normativity (or eco[hetero]normativity) appear in alarmist discourse in the anti-toxins arm of the environmental movement. Their alarm about contaminants effect on sex/gender appeals to preexisting cultural norms of gender balance, normal sexual reproduction and the balance of nature. The use of “anti-normal” “anti-natural” in antitoxins discourse is highly questionable and risks reinforcing the dominant social and economic order (the forces actually responsible for environmental destruction and toxic contamination of all our bodies and environments) by naturalizing the multiple injustices that shore it up”…and thus creates what the author terms, polluted politics.

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