An Afghan woman in a blue burqa holds a caged dove, a powerful image that reflects themes of restriction and hope. The cage suggests barriers, while the dove symbolizes the desire for freedom. Set against patterned wallpaper, the scene contrasts domestic enclosure with the desire for autonomy, offering a reflection on the complexity of Afghan women's experiences. Photographed on March 21, 2024.
Hello!! A lot of people seemed to like Echoes of Deception so I promised myself I'd write a sort of little story on how the reader's life turned out after, a little part two if you will. This one will probably be a little angstier but be patient with me..
The first chapter is quite short but I promise the other few will be a lot longer, a LOT! but might take a while to come out (I'm talking 3-4 days between chapters) because of school and other projects I'm *forced* to work on.
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Introduction:
To some your new life would feel easier, better, but to you? It's far from that. He treats you well although you still feel unfulfilled. Are you ungrateful or just wish this wasn't forced in some way?
Basic Info about the story:
Part two of Echoes of Deception; Capitano x Maid! Reader. Story continues 1-2 years after Echoes of Deceptions ends and you find yourself in an arranged marriage with the number one Fatui Harbinger. At first all was fine but now you feel as if your freedom has been taken away and you are sure to put your foot down on the subject. Little do you know Capitano has other plans for you, his adorable, loving Wife.
Reader is a retired Fatui Sergeant and bears a Cryo vision. Your relationship with the captain is complicated, you're now married and you've always fancied him, sure, but you do wish this marriage wasn't forced onto you in some way.
Chapter Synopsis:
★ Rough start:
Your marriage celebration was one uncomfortable event and to not even talk about the first night you spent together as a married couple
★ Fear:
A trip to the town sounded nice, too nice. Of course everything you had planned was stripped away once you were dragged back home, sat before him to be punished for your actions. Tw: Dubious consent and minor violence
★ Acceptance:
Despite how many things people tell you it's time to accept that you cannot get out of this in any way possible. But it's not that bad as everybody makes it seem..
★ Love:
Finally our story ends sweetly, despite all of the ups and downs.
New fic just dropped! And it's mine! This first chapter is basically a prologue. The goal is to update regularly, like therapy almost. Lmk what you think! Here's its little summary:
Running back the clock, Myki could almost convince herself things were at the beginning, again, that she still had time. Her eyes squeezed shut until her head beat a steady thrum. She still had a chance to change things. She saw those eyes again. She saw their hands shake. She saw the girl's hand reach out to tuck Myki’s stray hair. She saw her laughing into her own body. She saw her waiting to be kissed. She saw her sleeping body under her own sheets. Myki opened her eyes for a moment, twitching. She saw her adamantly telling Myki she was just a friend, and didn’t want anything else from her. She saw her cower into her seat, unable to hold eye-contact. She saw her silhouette in the window. Her eyes fluttered open, a warm drop of care splashing from her cheek to her knee. She knew she’d never be able to go back to before. Fate was running its course. And there was nothing she could do.
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Myki and Nini try navigating an intimate friendship, lesbian shit occurs, and then some lesbian pining occurs, and some more lesbian shit.
New chapter dropped! A short one as I imagine a lot coming up will be, but they will be more frequent so that's worth something... right? Right. ;) iykyk
Chapter Summary: The Roast of Myki Meeks is nigh when someone catches her eye.
Fic Summary: Myki is one of the most acclaimed performers in Orlando, hosting shows, parties, and events drawing in the community. After years of performing, she comes to notice those in the crowd. She always noticed one in particular who would never linger when the shows were over, never waiting to mingle. The woman dressed like every night was a gala, whose expression was always unreadable, whose eyes told the story of someone she wanted to know. She never knew her name until one day, she did: Nini Coco. And she would know Nini Coco.
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Myki and Nini try navigating an intimate friendship, lesbian shit occurs, lesbian pining, and some more lesbian shit.