#Declarations Of Love

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For those who wanted to hear declarations of love from Crowley and Aziraphale, you may have missed this:

This was the first time they were nominally free from their respective sides and were able to be an us.

[waltzreprise]

Day 5 of Wolfstar Comfortfest: First Date ✨

I hope you like it ❤️

[salem-witch-slut]

Sweet, Sweet Truth

Poppy Sweeting x Nicki Dimitrescu (Hogwarts Legacy MC)

WARNINGS: Idiots in love. That's it, a useless lesbian in love with her classmate.

SYNOPSIS: Nicki has been wanting to show Poppy the Room of Requirement for months now. To see all of the creatures and beasts she's rescued from the poachers grasp. But part of her still wonders if she's making the right decision.

WORD COUNT: 3.4K

A/N: As I played this game, my MC quickly became her own character to me and I started using her name more and more and she is basically just an OC at this point. Kind of controversial but I really like this dynamic. Fight me, it's cute.

She always felt most at peace in this room. 

Could it still be called a room and not a home at this point? She spent all of her time here, after the term ended and everybody returned to their homes, she remained behind within the Room of Requirement. While she could have asked Deek to care for her animals, this would have been time wasted bonding with all of the creatures she rescued over the school year. 

There was something calming about studying in a transcendental garden inside of a room of her mind’s own creation, surrounded by all of the beasts she’s rescued from the poachers that roam the land across the wizard world. 

She was so enraptured with the book she was reading that the huff of a creature behind her nearly made her toss the book from the small picnic table in front of her. She looked up and heard a familiar chirp as the creature nuzzled against her face. 

“Hey, Highwing,” She smiled, reaching up to scratch at the white Hippogriff’s cheek who responded with an almost purring sound. She was forever fascinated with the mystical beasts surrounding her. Highwing was the smartest creature she’s ever met. Whenever the Niffler would approach her, the feathers on her wings would ruffle and she would prance in a circle around the curious little shiny thief. 

On many occasions, the pink-haired Hufflepuff would find her silver-lain quill inside of the critter’s den and have to trade a real galleon with him to get it back. With all the coins he was hoarding, she could probably buy a brand new broomstick. 

“What’s wrong, my friend?” She stood from the table and ran her fingers across Highwing’s beak. “Do you need to stretch your wings? You have all of this space, you don’t need me for that.”

The Hippogriff snorted, jumping a little as if to get her point across, stepping forward and nudging her face into the witch’s chest. When she chirruped again, it sparked a realization in the girl’s dark brown eyes. “Ah, I see… Do you think its time I invite your mom into this room?”

This was a long-time coming. She had been meaning to tell Poppy about the vivariums inside of the Room of Requirement for almost ten months. It was around the middle of October and the castle was decked out in Halloween decor and she did her best to set the mood in her little hideout, thanks to Deek helping set the ambience of a moonlit glow. 

“Pardon me, Mistress Nicoleta?” The pink-haired girl looked behind her at the house elf who slowly shambled in with a letter in his hands. 

“Deek, you really don’t need to call me that,” She smiled warmly to show her lack of irritation. She learned very quickly that with a house elf, she had to be very particular with how she worded things and with her facial expressions. Most of the wizarding world is so cruel to their assigned elves and forces punishment on them if they make mistakes. 

“Of course, forgive me,” Deek smiled. “Miss Nicki, you have a letter here. The owl just arrived not a moment ago.” 

“All right,” Nicki accepted the letter, immediately recognizing the handwriting and smiling at Sebastian’s signature on the envelope. “Thank you Deek.”

The house elf smiled and with a snap of his fingers, he vanished. The smile lingered on Nicki’s face as she turned over the letter and tore the seal open to read what was inside. The letter had the most elegant handwriting, as usual when Sebastian wrote to her. Sometimes she struggled to work out if he wrote an F or a J.

Nicki scanned over the letter, rubbing at her neck. He wanted to meet in the Undercroft with Ominis later in the night, which meant she would need to cast Disillusionment again to avoid someone seeing her out of her common room after dark. Though, come to think of it… when was the last time she slept in the common room?

There was a separate section in the ROR just for her to sleep. Set up one of the most comfortable beds she’s ever slept in and enchanted the ceiling so it looked like a night sky to keep her calm throughout the night. 

Ever since those restless nights after Professor Fig’s passing, Nicki couldn’t sleep with the rest of her roommates in the room. She cried a lot, and kept them awake so she isolated herself inside of the ROR until she was able to stop crying… But by then, she was so comfortable alone, she never truly returned. And if anybody noticed, they didn’t say anything. 

“Alright darling,” Nicki spoke softly, patting her hand against Highwing’s neck as she started walking towards the entrance of the aviary vivarium. “I will be back later. Stay out of trouble, and stop chasing around the Diricawls, hmm?”

Highwing scratched her claws against the dirt and chirped, almost with approval as she watched the pink-haired heroine step out and back into the main room. Nicki pocketed the letter and double checked her side holster to make sure she took her wand with her before stepping out of the ROR. Some of the students walking by noticed her, but simply nodded like this was a normal thing they always saw. To be fair, this was Hogwarts. Disappearing, and reappearing doors seemed to be all over the place. 

“I know Poppy sometimes lingers near the front courtyard,” Nicki mumbled to herself as she strolled throughout the hall, taking her time to get there. Part of her was excited to show her what she’s been doing, but another part of her was absolutely terrified. Some of these creatures she’s kept inside of her vivariums make sense… But some of them?

How will Poppy react to seeing the herd of thestrals? Or the unicorns? What about the phoenix? Or worse… Nicki’s mind lingered on the Graphorn that has bonded with her. She attempted to return him back to the shores where he lived for the longest time, but he followed her back and refused to leave her side. 

Nicki had to give him a name. He was powerful, an ancient creature of strength, and was considered a lord among his kind… Odin seemed like a fitting name. And he seemed to respond and like it so it stuck with her. 

Her entire mind was plagued with these thoughts as she wandered down to the courtyard. She was tugging on the sleeve of her robe when she walked directly into someone. The impact was hard enough that the other student was knocked clean off of their feet and Nicki tumbled forward right on top of them. 

Her forehead smacked against their chest and the student under her groaned with pain as her pink hair fell out of its usual slicked back style. 

“Nicki?” Her face went almost the same color as her hair as she looked down and saw the exact person she was looking for. Poppy smiled, her hair sprawled all over the grass behind her head as she instinctively put both hands on Nicki’s waist. It felt like her hands were on fire; Nicki could feel the heat of her skin through her button-up white shirt as she sat up on her hands and gave a very nervous chuckle. “You always know how to sweep me off of my feet.” 

Nicki chuckled again, this time in humor as she reached down and gently pulled a stray lock of Poppy’s hair away from her forehead. “Are you alright?” 

“Well,” Poppy gently squeezed the girl’s sides. “I’ll be better when we aren’t on the ground anymore with… everybody looking at us.” 

Nicki jerked her head upward and noticed that yes, almost the whole courtyard was staring at them both. She bit down on her lip, a nervous habit that had gotten so bad that her lip started bleeding sometimes. Her fingers dug into the dirt for a second before she scooted back until she could stand up and then held out her hand for Poppy to take.

The brunette accepted it without hesitation and was once again shocked with just how strong Nicki was. Her feet left the ground for a second and the fellow Hufflepuff began brushing off the dirt that gathered on Poppy’s robe. 

“Well, this was a lucky coincidence,” Nicki smiled before reaching up and removing a blade of grass from Poppy’s hair, seeing the shorter girl blush slightly at the gesture. “I was just coming to look for you.”

“For me?” Poppy asked. “Did you need something?”

“In a way,” Nicki shifted her weight on her feet, trying to work up the courage to ask her to come back to the room with her. After a few seconds of nonstop looking at the ground, Nicki sighed and looked back up to meet Poppy’s eyes. The brunette focused on the scar over her left eye and was reminded of how her freckles looked like constellations.

“There’s something I want to show you… But I need you to keep an open mind going into this.”

The words sounded a lot less menacing in her head than when she spoke them out loud. And from the look on Poppy’s face, she realized that it was phrased wrong. Her heart sped up for a second and she reached out with both hands. “N-Not that it’s dangerous or anything! But, let’s face it… you can handle something dangerous.” 

The memory of the dragon rescue was something the two of them always talked about. And then returning the dragon egg was just as dangerous, if not more so than the former task. Of course, it was all worth it. 

“Alright, where are we headed?” Poppy smiled warmly, much to the pink-haired girl’s delight as she began to walk backwards, beckoning her housemate to follow behind. Poppy had to almost jog to keep up with the girl’s lengthy strides. Her legs were just so long that it was always a struggle for Poppy to stay in step with her. 

They went up the staircases that Nicki had just come back down from and very slowly, she approached the wall where the door would appear if she thought about it. 

“Now remember… open mind,” Nicki said, clenching her hands a little as she closed her eyes. Poppy tried to not look confused but jumped a little as the swirls of the iron door design began to appear right in front of her. When the entire door materialized and opened up for them, Nicki stepped forward, holding out her hand for Poppy to take. “Let me show you what I do with my time, Poppy.” 

Oh, how could she possibly say no to that? The brunette put her hand in Nicki’s almost like it was without her control as the girl led her into the Room of Requirement. 

All around the room, Poppy saw something new. Statues of mystical beasts in the open spaces, potion tables lined up along the far left hallway, and potting tables on the other side. Across the main room, she could see a staircase where she was sure even more wondrous things lie and up the stairs to the right were rooms with glowing light surrounding the glass enclosures. 

“This is the Room of Requirement,” Nicki said, stepping forward and removing her wand from her hip. The tip of it glowed before she gave it a small flick and a chair conjured right next to Poppy. The girl jumped in surprise as Nicki smiled and then flicked the wand backward, vanishing the object in an instant. “It adapts to the needs of the occupant and allows them to have access to what they need.” 

“Incredible,” Poppy stepped forward, taking in the room around her and looking up at the ceiling to see all of the books flying around and the enchantment that Deek placed on the room to give the illusion that the moon was always shining down inside. “Is this where you spent your time last year?” 

“Most of it, yes,” Nicki reached out her hand and a book appeared within her palm. She flipped through the pages of her Field Guide journal and smiled at how Professor Weasley commemorated her completion of the book. “When I wasn’t off saving all of Hogwarts, anyways.” 

“And rescuing dragons, and bargaining with centaurs, and searching for the golden snidgets…” Poppy listed off all of Nicki’s accomplishments and she tried to hide her embarrassment as she rubbed the back of her neck. “You were certainly busy last year.”

“You don’t know how busy,” Nicki placed down the field guide and began to walk towards the stairs, gesturing for Poppy to follow her towards one of the glowing rooms in the corner. “Which is why I wanted you to come here… there’s something I want to show you.”

Poppy was two steps behind her the whole way and couldn’t help but notice the scar on the back of Nicki’s neck in the shape of a claw mark. Very carefully, they approached the door and when Nicki stepped through the light, Poppy was close behind. 

For a moment, she couldn’t see anything, and then when it all came into focus, she was completely speechless. 

In front of the two was a massive beach. The waves in the distance crashed against the beautiful rocks lining the shore, the smell of the sea filling their noses. The sun within the room felt so real, so bright, so… Poppy walked backwards, looking up and admiring just how incredible the room looked. Near where the tide just stopped, there was a bench made of stone along with a lamp post. A scarf was draped over the back of it, proof that Nicki was comfortable enough in the room to leave her clothing behind inside. 

“This is…” Poppy struggled to find the words. “This is amazing, Nicki… It’s absolutely breathtaking.” 

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Nicki smiled before turning around and pressing two of her fingers to her teeth. A long, high pitched whistle escaped her mouth and it felt like the ground was now shaking under their feet. Poppy instinctively stepped back and when the creature Nicki was calling stepped into view, she was shocked. No, not shocked. Poppy was in awe. 

“Is that…” The Graphorn began to gallop forward and gave a mighty roar as he approached the two girls. Nicki dropped down to her knee in front of him and Poppy immediately followed her movement, not willing to upset the magnificent beast in front of her. It was the largest Graphorn she had ever seen before. 

The beast stepped in front of them and gave a soft snort as he leaned down and pressed his nose against Nicki’s face. The tendrils on his mouth tickled against her cheek and she smiled, reaching up and gently petting his forehead. “Poppy, this is the Lord of the Shore… but I call him Odin.”

“How did you possibly manage to tame a Graphorn?! Let alone bring him inside of this room without being noticed?” Poppy gaped as Nicki reached down for her hand and led the girl closer. Without hesitation, Poppy reached out and placed her palm against his face and he gave an almost purring noise. “This is incredible.”

“I’ve done it with all of them,” Nicki said softly. “All of the other rooms that look like this? They all have beasts within… I even rescued a phoenix.”

“Nicki,” Poppy noticed the fear in the girl’s brown eyes and she stepped back, looking down at the sand gathering on her black boots. “What is–”

“Am I doing the right thing, Poppy?” Nicki asked. She couldn’t bear to face her friend’s look. “Am I no better than those poachers? I tell myself that these creatures are safer with me than out there to be captured and slaughtered for a price… but am I doing what’s right? Keeping them here against their will?”

Poppy could see tears in her eyes. This had clearly been on her mind for weeks, if not months… The girl clenched her hands into fists and looked as if she was seconds from breaking down in front of her. This was an incredibly important thing to Nicki. Poppy knew firsthand how cruel the poachers could be. Her family subjected the poor girl to terrors beyond her nightmares, forcing Poppy to watch innocent creatures die for a profit. 

What Poppy endured was absolutely awful… And now here was her best friend, confessing something that she believed to be just as terrible as what she tried so hard to stop. What does she say? How does she actually feel about this? 

“Oh, Nicki,” Poppy said softly, reaching forward and gently pressing her palm against the girl’s cheek. She looked down to meet her gaze and immediately leaned into Poppy’s touch, like she was warmth in the cold winter. “You are doing the right thing… These creatures are in danger out there.”

“But this isn’t their home,” Nicki said. “I took them from their homes and said I was keeping them safe–”

“And you are,” Poppy grabbed the girl’s face with both hands and gently rubbed her thumb over Nicki’s cheekbones. “They are all safe here. They are treated with kindness and respect by the sweetest witch I’ve ever known. You are protecting them from those who would wish to do them harm.”

“Are you sure?” Nicki sniffed a little, a tear rolling down her scarred cheek and Poppy swiped it away with her thumb. “I just wish to do the right thing.” 

“You always do the right thing,” Poppy said, almost breathlessly. Her heart sped up as she stepped forward and slid her right hand up to the back of Nicki’s head. The short cut hair tickled between her fingers as she looked down at the girl’s slightly shined lips from the special salve that she’s been applying every day to heal the cracked skin. 

Almost immediately, the brunette looked back up and tried not to focus on her lips and how she was curious about the taste of the salve. 

“Poppy, I–” Nicki started, but immediately went quiet as she got even closer to the shorter Hufflepuff, her hands reaching out and gently pressing them against the small of her back under her robe. “I… I think that I–”

“Me too,” Poppy all but whined out, her knees trembling a little as she tried not to breathe in case it ruined the moment. She was so close… Close enough that Poppy could see the gold flecks in the girl’s irises. She wanted to close the distance. Poppy wanted to break this tension so badly, but it was like she was frozen in fear. 

Their lips were centimeters away from each other. Nicki could smell the other girl’s soap as she huffed, her hot breath caressing Poppy’s cheek as she bit her lip again. 

But before either of them could talk themselves out of this, a massive force behind Nicki had the girl stumbling forward and her lips came crashing down against Poppy’s. The shorter girl let out a squeak, her eyes widening as Nicki stumbled forward, thanks to Odin’s influence. The creature had enough as he shoved the pink-haired girl into Poppy. 

It was like sparks all over Nicki’s body. Her fingers flexed, digging into Poppy’s back as she practically melted against the brunette who reached up even higher and threaded her fingers into the soft pink hair. It was everything that she had hoped for. And the salve on Nicki’s lips tasted like sweet honey. 

The kiss was even more magical than this room. Nicki gave a soft whimper when she felt Poppy’s fingers gently pull on her hair and she broke the kiss, her face going a deep red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry. Ugh, that was embarrassing, I shouldn’t have–”

“Hey, hey,” Poppy released her pink hair from her hold and reached down to take one of Nicki’s hands in her own. “It’s alright, I’m sorry that I did that.” 

Nicki rolled her eyes a little, chuckling as she held the girl even closer to body. “If I ask nicely, will you do it again?” 

The brunette blushed before smiling wickedly, leaning forward once again and taking a moment to really appreciate the intricate details of Nicki’s handsome face. “I’ll do whatever you wish, hero of Hogwarts.” 

“Oh please don’t call me that,” Nicki said, playfully making a face. “It feels far too excessive.” 

“Alright, then how about…” Poppy pressed a kiss to the girl’s lips once again, taking Nicki by surprise when she broke it and grinned. “My fierce protector?” 

The pink-haired girl’s eyes fluttered for a second before she pulled Poppy as close as possible, their bodies pressed together as she captured another kiss like she just couldn’t get enough of her. Nicki mumbled against Poppy’s lips. 

“That works for me.” 

[atths--twice]

The Pull of Poetry

Mulder has a fun little surprise in store for Scully.

Happy Fictober everyone!🎃 Today kicks off the first of many stories that I'm excited to share with you all.

Hope you enjoy!

January, 2010

“What’s that?” Scully asked, pointing to a small plastic bag on the table. 

“Oh that? Nothing,” Mulder answered, picking the bag up and pocketing it. 

“Nothing?” she answered, smiling with an eyebrow raised. 

“Yup.” He nodded and winked at her as she shook her head. 

“Fine. Keep your little secrets.” 

“I plan to. For the moment anyway,” he said, smiling again. 

“Alright. You have fun with that. I have to get going.”  

“Yes, dear. Have a wonderful day.” 

“Goodbye, dear,” she said, rolling her eyes as she stepped closer and tipped her head back for a kiss. He smiled as he bent his head, meeting her halfway. 

“You want anything special for dinner?” he asked and she pulled back in surprise. 

“You’re gonna make something?” 

“I could. Or I could pick something up.” 

“That might be safer. And more edible.” 

“Hey,” he said, pulling her to him and locking his hands around her back, keeping her close. “I’m not a bad cook.” 

“Hmm,” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist and looking up at him with a smile. “I think the pan we had to replace, and that one pot, would like to have a word about that statement.” 

“It didn’t catch on fire.” 

“No,” she laughed. “Just burnt to the pan and wouldn’t come off. And then no matter what was done to it, any food cooked in the pot still tasted burnt.” 

“Huh. I’ll pick something up,” he said, making a face at the memory of the burnt pot taste. 

“Good idea,” she said, patting his back and chuckling softly. 

“Any preferences? Or should I surprise you?” 

“Hmm,” she hummed, closing her eyes as she raised an eyebrow. “Surprise me. You know what I like.” 

“Hmm,” he hummed back in response, as she opened her eyes, rocking them gently. “That I do. In so many aspects.” 

“Yes. You do,” she said, bringing her arms from around his waist and placing her hands on his chest. “But, let’s leave it at food for the moment as I have to get going.” 

“Yes, dear,” he said, smiling as he bent to kiss her again. 

“Okay. I have to go.” 

“So go,” he said, making no move to release her. 

“Mulder!” She laughed as she squirmed in his arms. “Don’t make me kick your ass.” 

“But you know I like that,” he said, nuzzling her neck and growling softly. 

“Mulder… I have to go.” She laughed again as she moved to the left and he let her go, smiling as she shook her head. “You always do this right before I have to leave.” 

“Do what?” he asked innocently, knowing full well what she meant. 

“You know, Mulder,” she said, shaking her head again as she smoothed her hair down. “Your timing could be better.” 

“I’ll remember that,” he said and she chortled. 

“You won’t.” She stepped away and he followed her to the door, helping her with her coat. Handing her her bag, he kissed her again. 

“Goodbye, my darling,” he said and shook her head. 

“No. Darling, will not be tolerated.” 

“Okay, sweetie pie,” he said as she opened the door and stepped through it. 

“Nope,” she said, shaking her head. 

“My main squeeze?” 

“Mulder,” she said, laughing as she walked down the stairs. 

“Baby doll?” 

“Mulder, I will make myself vomit,” she said, looking back at him over her shoulder. He chuckled as he followed her down the stairs. 

“My one and only?” 

She opened the back door and put her bag inside. Closing it, she looked at him and he smiled with a shrug. 

“Your constant? Your touchstone?” she asked and he hummed as he stepped toward her, pulling her in for a kiss. He dipped her, his hand tangling in her hair, as she held onto his arms, laughing against his lips. 

“That will never change,” he said, kissing her once more, righting her and making sure she was steady on her feet, before letting her go. 

“Hmm,” she hummed, patting his chest with a smile. “And you are mine. Always.” He grinned, nodding as he stroked her cheek. 

“You need to get going.” 

“Yes, I do.” 

“Well then,” he said, stepping back and away from the car. “You have a good day… my touchstone.” 

“You too,” she said, opening the door and getting inside. She smiled as she closed the door and started the car.

Rolling the window down, she beckoned to him with her finger. He stepped forward and leaned down, placing a hand on the open window space. 

“Yes?” 

“I love you,” she said, squeezing his fingers as she smiled. 

“I love you too,” he said, smiling as he squeezed back.  

“Just wanted you to be absolutely sure.” 

“Thanks,” he said, kissing her once more before he stood up and stepped back. She nodded and put the car in reverse, watching him as she backed up. 

“Goodbye, my darling,” he called to her and she laughed as she shook her head, putting the car in drive and waving as she drove down the driveway. He grinned, waiting until she was out of sight before heading back inside. 

Taking out the small bag from his pocket, he smiled at the words he could see. He walked to the kitchen table, set the bag down, and then stood in front of the refrigerator, looking at the magnets upon it. 

While there were not many, the ones they had were from places they had bought when they had been on the run. Not having space for bulky items, magnets were easy to slip into a pocket or a bag. 

They had one shaped like a Ferris wheel from a harvest festival in Wyoming. Three ponderosa trees clumped together with an orange tent beneath them from Montana. A Bigfoot in the forest in Washington state. Two smiling cactuses wearing sunglasses from Arizona. A covered wagon and old fashioned windmill from Oklahoma. An idyllic village encapsulated within a snow globe from Wisconsin. And his favorite was an alligator, onto which Scully had carefully written Big Blue upon its back, from Florida. 

Things were held up with the magnets- a shopping list. An article he saw in the paper that he knew would make her laugh. A picture he had taken of her as she stood on the porch early one morning, staring out at the yard. A couple of restaurant menus. Ticket stubs to a sci-fi double feature they had attended on his birthday. 

He sighed as he began to take them all down, laying them on the table. They would be going back, but he had something else to put up first. When it was all cleared, he opened the plastic bag and dumped out its contents. 

Spreading out the small rectangular words, he smiled as he began to figure out what he wanted to create. 

Happy love with you 

My heart skips 

Thoughts are bright 

Me us forever 

Burn

Soft skin taste 

Touch 

Frantic whisper worship 

“Hmm,” he hummed, suddenly finding himself aroused by the thoughts in his head. “Gotta keep this PG or I might find myself in trouble.” He cleared his throat, trying not to think of the way Scully whisper-moaned his name as she approached climax. “Goddamn man…” 

He spread out all of the words, his thoughts still on Scully- her smile, the feel of her lips, the softness of her skin, her taste, the way her breathing increased, and the feel of her breaking around him. 

When he had arranged and then rearranged the words, he stood back and looked at what he had created. 

Smile

Laugh 

Skin 

Soft and light 

Kiss like a cloud 

Touch taste whisper 

Love burn red hot 

Slow body worship 

Heart mind soul symphony 

You me tonight 

Forever  

My darling 

He nodded, happy with the result. Especially with the last word, beyond ecstatic when he had seen it. 

Moving the words from the table and to the refrigerator, he lined them up in the center of the freezer door, spacing them apart in places. He smiled at his handiwork, nodding as he then replaced the other magnets and the items they had held. He kept them on the refrigerator door, the poem he had made front and center. 

Putting the remaining words into a stemless wine glass beside the refrigerator, for the moments when inspiration hit, he glanced repeatedly at the poem, smiling each time. 

Deciding to straighten up the house, he started with the laundry, rotating a load from the washer to the dryer. He hummed as he went about his tasks, running the vacuum when he was done. 

Hours later, the pizza from Giano’s warming in the oven as the salad chilled in the refrigerator, he heard the car door shut, announcing Scully’s arrival. Grinning, he turned off the light in the laundry room, the next load tumbling in the dryer. 

Walking into the living room, he waited for her to come in, glancing quickly at the refrigerator, anticipating what she would say when she saw it. 

The door opened and she walked in, carrying her bag and sighing as she rolled her neck.

“Hey,” he said and she raised her eyes to his, sighing again. 

“Hey,” she replied softly. Taking a deep breath, she smiled. “It smells good in here.” 

“Giano’s. Pizza.” She tilted her head and he smiled. “And a salad.”  

“Good man,” she said, setting her bag down and taking off her coat. “I’m really tired. It was busy today. Had some unexpected meetings and long conversations with some parents. I didn’t eat lunch and that pizza smells delicious.” 

“Well, perhaps I could interest you in a couple of slices, some salad, and a glass of wine?” 

“Yes,” she said with a nod, her eyes closing briefly. “Let me wash my hands and I’ll join you.” 

“You got it, hon,” he said and she gave him a look as she passed him. 

He smiled, walking into the kitchen and taking out plates, bowls, and silverware. He opened the wine and poured her a glass, glancing at the refrigerator again. 

“Sometimes I wonder how we ran on little to no sleep and skipped meals for days at a time,” she said, coming into the kitchen. “I feel drained from one shift these days.” 

“We were younger then,” he said, handing her her glass. 

“We’re not that much older,” she said, frowning slightly as she raised the glass to her lips. 

“Hmm,” he said with a shrug. 

“You’re older,” she stated and he grinned. 

“By three years,” he said with a small chuckle. 

“Well… older is older,” she said, raising an eyebrow as she shrugged. 

“Hmm,” he hummed again, licking his lips. 

“It looks nice in here,” she said, taking another drink as she looked around. 

“I did the laundry too.” 

“Did you-”

“Yes, I hung your delicates.” 

“Good man,” she said to him again. “I don’t see any pizza on my plate.” 

“Let me remedy that,” he replied, stepping toward her and staring at her lips. She smiled and raised up, kissing him softly. “You get the salad.” 

“Okay.” 

He stepped to the oven, watching her out of the corner of his eye as he took out the pizza and set it on the stovetop. She set her glass down, reached for the refrigerator door handle and pulled it open. She took out the container of salad and set it beside her glass of wine before taking out the bottle of salad dressing. Closing the refrigerator, she sighed as she shook the bottle. 

Opening his mouth to ask her how she missed it, he watched her look at the refrigerator and then at him. 

“What?” 

“What?” he parroted back, trying not to smile. 

“What is this?” she asked, setting the bottle of dressing down. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Smile. Laugh. Skin. Soft and light. Kiss like a cloud,” she read, glancing at him again. He smiled and nodded, encouraging her to keep reading. “Touch taste whisper. Love burn red hot. Slow body worship.” Looking at him again, he saw her breathing increase. “Heart mind soul symphony. You me tonight. Forever. My darling.” She laughed at the last word, looking at him and shaking her head. “Is this what you were hiding from me this morning?” 

“Maybe.” 

“I love it. Heart mind soul symphony,” she read again. “Forever.” 

“My darling,” he said, stepping closer to her. She laughed again as she looked at him.

“Did you know that was in that bag this morning?” 

“Nope. What a crazy coincidence, huh?” 

“One could even say spooky,” she said, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around his waist. 

“One could. But should one?” he asked, pulling her close. 

“You crazy, crazy, spooky man,” she said as he smiled. 

“There’s a glass of words just there,” he said, nodding to it and she looked at it with a nod of her own. “In case you felt inspired to create something as well.” 

“Perhaps after I eat,” she said, looking up at him. “And have a couple of glasses of wine.” 

“Drunk poetry is always better than sober poetry.” 

“I don’t know. I like what you came up with. Especially touch taste whisper.”

“Is that right?” 

“Mmhmm,” she said with a nod. “But I’ll need a rain check to show you how much I liked it.” 

“Rain check given.” 

“Thank you… darling.” 

He threw his head back and laughed as she laid her head on his chest and hugged him tightly. 

“Oh, Scully,” he said, kissing the top of her head as they swayed gently. 

Dinner eaten, her eyes closing from time to time, revealing how tired she truly was, he smiled when he suggested she take a bath while he cleaned the kitchen. 

“Thank you,” she said, brushing her hand across his back as she went upstairs. 

He brought her a cup of tea and her wine when he went upstairs, giving her the option. She took both with a tired smile and he chuckled, bending to kiss her head. 

Not wanting to go straight to bed, he suggested a movie and she agreed, though he knew she would most likely fall asleep before it made it further than the first few minutes. 

She laid on the couch with her head against his leg, his fingers running through her hair, when he heard her breathing even out and he knew his thoughts had been accurate. He smiled as he continued watching the movie, rubbing her scalp gently. 

When the movie was over, he woke her and helped her stumble up the stairs to bed, covering her and kissing her goodnight. 

“Hmm, night… darling,” she mumbled and he chuckled, kissing her again. 

“Love you,” he whispered and she hummed, putting her hand under her pillow. 

He went back downstairs, double checked the locks, and brought their cups of tea to the kitchen sink. Stepping to the refrigerator, he did a double take at the words he had put up. 

Four of them had been taken out and placed below his poem. He did not know when she had done it, but the sight of them made him smile, knowing his purchase of the poetry magnet words would be worth every penny. 

Love you forever 

Darling 

[minxchester]

Fourth Wing Reread~ Declarations

The parallels of them declaring themselves to each other are magnificent.

~Violet, Fourth Wing

~Xaden, Iron Flame

[aravenlovesfanfiction]

[seokiepout]

help me hold onto you

“I don’t need your pity or everyone pretending that it didn’t happen. Call me out to my fucking face, Minho.”

“Call you ou—? Okay, sure I’ll do that,” Minho scoffs. “I’ll tell you how you’re being an absolutely fucking menace to yourself over something so small and using that to push us—push me—away.”

It’s a bumpy road, and even amongst all the love-stricken glances and confessions, Jisung navigates through fights just as often in his relationship with Minho. It’s only a blessing that the other understands him better than his own self.

posted on ao3.

fandom: stray kids

ship: han jisung / lee know (minsung)

status: completed

tags: general audience, 5.6k

[wolfstarshipping]

I'll Be Yours In a Landslide (8464 words) by MoonCat457 (@mooncat457writing) Rating: Mature Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Lie Low at Lupin's Summary: You are to alert Remus Lupin, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher —the old crowd. Lie low at Lupin’s for a while, I will contact you there.

Coming together again in the summer of 1995.

Comment: I've been really into Lie Low at Lupin's-fics recently and this one was wonderful! I loved reading about their slow reconnecting, how they reluctantly start to create intimacy again between each other, and I especially loved Remus taking care of Sirius's hair and may or may not have cried a bit at the end!

[hellcheerficdatabase]

Reach

Author: @bumblehumblebee

Rating/Warning: Explicit

Chapter Count: 1/1

Description:

Eddie ties his bandana around his hair, a frown on his face but eyes far away. They all have a part to play, it’s agreed, but that doesn’t mean he’s happy about it. He’s playing a decoy, but Chrissy? Chrissy is bait. Along with Max, she’s putting herself right in the line of fire and he can’t stand it.

Because what if he never gets to tell her…

Clearing his throat, he crosses the room to her side, Max making herself scarce.

“You ready?” She asks him. There’s a cheery smile on her face, but those eyes are haunted. Scared.

“Hell no,” he answers, shaking his head. “This is beyond fucked but what choice do we have?”

Eddie deals with the aftermath of surviving Vecna and returning to Hawkins with Chrissy

Tags: Alternate Universe- canon divergence, alternate universe- everyone lives/nobody dies, angst, hurt/comfort, post-vecna, protective Eddie, mutually pining, they're in love, declarations of love, smut, emotional sex, Eddie POV, one-shot, status: completed

[fabulous-fic-quotes]

I’m going to marry you someday.” 

James topples over, crashing down hard onto the carpet, for the words that were just spoken didn’t come from his mouth, but Regulus’, and surely that was a mistake because Regulus would never–he wouldn’t–he just…wouldn’t. 

Into the Dark - @constellationsinaglass

[danlaw1991]

Only Us

General Audience / 775 Words / Originally posted to Ao3 on 18/10/21

Summary: Something surprising but long overdue happens when the 118 go out for a karaoke night.

Inspired by the song Only Us from Dear Evan Hansen. For reference the following version on YouTube is my preferred: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJkwjrFbmIs.

Things between Buck and Eddie had been heading in a certain direction ever since they met. All of their friends and family could see the connection between the two but they seemed to be oblivious to it themselves.

The 118 had arranged a team night out at the karaoke bar. They felt that it would do Buck and Eddie good, given that they’d both split with their girlfriends within the same week. No one knew why their respective relationships had ended though.

The rest of the team had bought their partners and Albert had tagged along since he hadn’t hung out with them much since getting assigned to a completely different station.

It was part way into the night after they’d all had a few drinks that Eddie suddenly took to the stage, which he had never done before. A couple of the 118, Chim and Hen specifically, were quick to pull out their phones and start recording.

Eddie took a deep breath to calm his nerves and as the music started to play, he locked eyes with Buck. He started to sing and he was really good. He had a rich and warm voice.

“I don't need you to sell me on reasons to want you I don't need you to search for the proof that I should You don't have to convince me You don't have to be scared you're not enough 'Cause what we've got going is good”

As Eddie was singing, Buck got up from his seat and crossed the bar to the stage, all the while maintaining eye contact with Eddie.

“I don't need more reminders of all that's been broken I don't need you to fix what I'd rather forget Clear the slate and start over Try to quiet the noises in your head We can't compete with all that

So what if it's us? What if it's us And only us And what came before won't count anymore or matter? Can we try that?

What if it's you And what if it's me And what if that's all that we need it to be And the rest of the world falls away? What do you say?”

Buck had taken a mic from the sound technician next to the stage whilst listening to the other man sing to him. And then Buck started singing whilst getting on stage with Eddie. He wasn’t as good a singer as his sister Maddie but he could still hold a tune. He had a bright voice to match his bright personality.

“I never thought there'd be someone like you who would want me So I give you ten thousand reasons to not let me go But if you really see me If you like me for me and nothing else Well, that's all that I've wanted for longer that you could possibly know.

So it can be us It can be us And only us And what came before won't count anymore or matter We can try that.”

Then they started singing together. The pair’s voices blended so beautifully, it was like they were made for each other.

“It's not so impossible Nobody else but the two of us here (Buck) 'Cause you're saying it's possible We can just watch the whole world disappear (Eddie) 'Til you're the only one I still know how to see”

“It's just you and me” Buck sang as he held out his hands to Eddie, who took them without hesitation before continuing the song himself.

“It'll be us It'll be us And only us And what came before won't count anymore”

Everyone stared wide eyed between Eddie and Buck. The adoration in each of their eyes shined brightly and the sexual tension between the pair was palpable. Was it finally happening? Their voices melded together once more.

“We can try that You and me That's all that we need it to be And the rest of the world falls away And the rest of the world falls away

The world falls away The world falls away And it's only us”

As the music came to an end their friends and the rest of the crowd went wild with applause. Eddie gently cupped Buck’s jaw and pulled him down into a searing kiss. Their friends started cheering louder. Maddie started crying, she was just so happy for her little brother.

Eddie and Buck couldn’t hear the din of the bar, they were so lost in each other that the world had fallen away and it was only them. Buck pulled Eddie closer and deepened the kiss further. They were more than happy to stay in that moment forever.

[daniwib]

Eddie has never told anyone, not even Buck, that he can sing and play guitar. No one finds out until they're watching America's Got Talent and see him walk out onto the stage.

Read on Ao3 here

Reblogs appreciated and comments adored!

[atths--twice]

Letters of Love

A feeling leads Scully to an Internet café, hoping to hear from Mulder, praying that he is safe.

The other day, I was on TikTok and I saw a video with a poem being read. It was so beautiful and I couldn't help but see it relating to Mulder and Scully, as I do almost everything, and so I had to write a story.

I love the emails that Mulder and Scully send to one another, the love that is held within each of them, and so I thought what if we saw another one?

February 20th, 2002

“I won’t be long,” Scully told her mother, who had come over to visit, bringing dinner with her. “I didn’t realize I was in need of milk. I’ll just pop to the shop real quick.”

“I can go for you,” Maggie said with a smile, drying her hands on the kitchen towel she had been using to dry the dishes.

“No,” Scully said forcefully and her mother looked at her in surprise. She smiled and touched her mother’s arm. “I just meant… I don’t mind going. I could do with a walk, on my own. I don’t get that chance too often. That is, if you don’t mind staying for a bit longer.”

“Of course I don’t. But, it’s cold out, Dana. You should drive.”

“No, that’s okay. The walk will do me good. It’s not very far. Thanks, Mom.”

She grabbed her coat and hurried out the door before any further discussion could take place.

Not sure if her mother was watching her from the window, she began walking in the direction of the little convenience shop around the corner, then doubling back when she knew it would be safe. Heading in the opposite direction, the need for milk a complete fabrication, she checked both ways and then crossed the street.

“Please,” she whispered as she walked, the cold winter air filling her lungs as she took deep breaths. “Please let me be right.”

A few more streets over and she paused in front of Cyber Cafe, the internet cafe near her apartment. Closing her eyes briefly, and pleading with the universe once more, she continued on and pushed the door open.

“Welcome,” a barista said to her as she walked in and she nodded, making only quick eye contact with him.

It was not overly crowded, but many of the computers were in use. Choosing one near the back of the cafe, she passed by others in order to reach it.

Sitting down, she swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. Her hands shook slightly as she typed in her information and waited, her heart racing.

Tonight was not the first night she had come in, desperate to see if Mulder had replied to her last email after their planned meeting had been thwarted. Part of her hoped she would not see a message waiting for her. But the other part of her ached to know that he was safe and had found a way to contact her, even as she knew he should be taking precautions to remain hidden.

All through dinner tonight, she had felt an odd sensation in her stomach, an excitement bubbling up. The way a drop on a roller coaster makes you feel, nervous and happy all at once. She could not explain how she knew it meant coming to the cafe, but she did.

Follow the white rabbit. The yellow brick road. The path she had been meant to take even before she had known herself.

The computer beeped, her information entered and received successfully.

Letting out a long, silent breath, she moved the mouse, clicked open her email, and licked her lips.

There were three messages. Two were inconsequential and she barely gave them a glance. But the last one was from an address she had not seen before and tears filled her eyes as she clicked to open the email with no subject, from georgehale@mail.com.

Blinking her eyes and exhaling quickly, she drew in a breath and covered her mouth with her hand to hold back her sobs as she read and then reread the single paragraph.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Breathing brokenly through her nose, she closed her eyes and bowed her head, too many thoughts suddenly crowding her mind.

Nearly four years ago, in a small town ironically named Honey, women had been disappearing. Lines of poetry, from different poets, had been found in their homes, written on paper left on desks, with lipstick on mirrors, and in one case, with rose petals on a bed.

The last one had creeped Scully out more than she had been willing to admit, causing her to triple check her motel lock every night, even going so far as to place a chair in front of it and using a couple of clothespins she had begun to keep with her to keep her curtains shut tightly.

She had not slept well during the entirety of that case.

Without much of a lead, and feeling as though they had hit a brick wall, Mulder had suggested visiting the local library. Asking to see all the books of poetry they had on the shelves, the librarian soon had a table filled with them.

They had been silently reading through them for a few minutes, looking for a pattern or anything to help, when Mulder had begun to read random passages aloud. Scully had sighed and tried to ignore the uneasy feeling in her stomach, when familiar words caused her to tense up and her breath to catch.

“I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off,” Mulder had read quietly. She had closed her eyes for a moment before raising her head, her brows furrowed, and stomach clenching. “I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.” He looked at her and smiled before looking back at the book. “I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.”

“Mulder,” she had said, shaking her head as she pictured the bright rose petals that had been arranged with meticulous care on the dark blue comforter.

“Wait, it’s nearly finished,” he had said, holding up one finger, not aware of her reaction. “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. Hmm, that’s really beautiful.”

“Is it?” she had whispered, shivering slightly as she imagined those words left behind by a possible murderer.

“You don’t think so?” he had asked, looking at her. “It’s Pablo Neruda, Scully.”

“Yes, I know. And I can also see that for myself,” she had said, nodding toward the book and he had smiled as he too looked at the cover.

“You didn’t like it?”

“Not in this context,” she had said, gesturing to the books around them. “I like poetry, I really do. I always have. Just…” She had shaken her head and sighed as she had picked up another book and began to look through it. “It feels more disturbing than romantic at the moment.”

“Oh. I… I suppose I wasn’t thinking about it that way. It just… I thought it was…” he had quietly replied. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

She had felt his eyes on her and she had looked up at him.

“It’s okay,” she had said again, smiling tightly.

“It’s not,” he had said, shaking his head and looking down at the book.

“It is a good poem and one that I actually really like,” she had said softly.

“You do?”

“Yeah. We studied poetry for a few weeks when I was in high school and Neruda became one of my favorite poets.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Well, I don’t think we’ve ever really discussed it.” She had shrugged and turned a page in the book she held. “I like that sonnet, but it’s the last part of it that I like best.” She had looked at him and drew in a breath, reciting it from memory. “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.”

He had stared at her as she forced away disturbing thoughts, instead thinking of how she had felt when she read that poem for the first time, her gaze becoming unfocused and faraway.

“Straightforward. No complexities. Not existing without the other. Falling asleep in sync,” she had whispered as she had shaken her head, remembering the rather juvenile dreams she’d once had. “Does anyone ever really find that kind of love? Is it even possible?”

Inhaling, she had blinked and then met his eyes. He had not said anything, and as she had shrugged and exhaled, her attention returned to the book in her hand as his had returned to his own, no further words spoken.

Months later, after the mentally exhausting days spent with Daniel, thoughts of her past blending with her present, she had lain warm and naked with Mulder in his bed. Sleep had nearly claimed her, when she felt his fingertips gently caressing her forehead.

“I love you because I know no other way than this,” he had whispered and she had opened her eyes tiredly, his thumb rubbing softly at her temple as he stared at her intently, his eyes dark. “Straightforwardly, without complexities or pride.”

“Mulder,” she had breathed. Closing her eyes again, she had shifted closer to him and he enveloped her in his arms, her hand resting above his heart.

“So close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep,” he had spoken in a low tone against her ear and she had hummed, his scent and the warmth of his body making it nearly impossible to form coherent thoughts. “I love you, Scully. Without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Mulder,” she had murmured against his skin, kissing his neck as she exhaled and he had held her tighter, kissing the top of her head.

“Excuse me, is anyone using this computer?” Scully heard someone ask the person to her left and she opened her eyes as she raised her head, almost confused to find she was sitting at a table in front of a computer and not in bed with Mulder.

She drew in steadying breaths and looked at the screen. Reading the paragraph again, she smiled through her tears.

He was safe. Alive.

Quickly, she opened a new message and began to type. Knowing the likelihood of him risking his safety again to check his email was nearly nonexistent, she knew she had to at least try.

To give to him what he had given her.

Sending it, she reopened her email from him and selected to print it. Logging out of her account, she hurried to the printer, picked up her paper, and walked out of the cafe.

Folding the paper, not wanting anything to happen to it, she placed it in her pocket, where she kept a hold on it. Needing a second, she stepped into the mouth of an alleyway and leaned against the wall with a deep sigh.

“Thank you,” she breathed, lifting her face to the sky. “Please continue to keep him safe.” Quickly making the sign of the cross, she stepped back onto the sidewalk and continued home.

“They didn’t have milk?” her mother asked when she walked through the door and Scully froze, completely forgetting the reason she had given for her need to leave the apartment.

“Oh… no. There was a mix up with their shipment and uh… they’ll have it tomorrow.”

“I could go to the other grocery store and get you some now if you’d like…”

“No. That’s okay, Mom,” Scully said, her thumb caressing the piece of paper in her pocket. “I’ll be alright. I can get it in the morning.”

“If you’re sure.”

“I am. You head on home and I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay. Goodnight, Dana.”

“Night, Mom. Thank you for dinner. And thanks for staying.”

“Of course.”

They embraced and her mother left, zipping her coat as she walked out. Scully sighed as she locked the door and took off her coat, removing the paper from her pocket.

She checked in on William, smiling at his rosy cheeks as she watched him breathing deeply. Not wanting to risk waking him, she refrained from touching him and quietly left the room.

Once she was in bed, she propped the paper up against the pillow beside her, staring at the words until her eyelids began to droop.

For the first time in weeks, her sleep was peaceful and undisturbed.

_____________

Three days later, entering a busy Internet café, timing it perfectly to blend in with the crowd, a rather disheveled looking man in a beat up Dodgers cap, sat down at a computer. He watched the room as he logged in to his account, wary of everyone around him.

He had four emails. Three of which were spam and meant absolutely nothing to him.

Clicking on the bottom one, the one that made his heart beat almost painfully, he read the single sentence and he grinned as eleven words caused him to feel more loved and less alone than he had in a very long time.

Without knowing how, or when, or from where… I love you.

[camelliasinensis81]

Rating declarations of love (for anyone who for some reason wants to declare love)

"I would die for you" -> boring. cliche. you're not special.

"You are everything to me" -> whoa there buckaroo that's a lot of pressure

"I would drink a mixture of shitty iced coffee and decaf black tea for you" -> pushing your human boundaries for true love. romantic. adorable. no notes.

[raointean]

Day 5 - Love Languages

IT’S THE BROCCOLI FIC!!!!! Y’all don’t UNDERSTAND how long I’ve been waiting to post this! Inspired by this tumblr post.

@ringsofpowervalentinesweek

Bronwyn turned as she heard Arondir clear his throat behind her. They had made camp for the night, not far from the banks of Anduin, and Arondir had wandered off with Theo nearly an hour ago. They had been whispering all day but wouldn’t say anything when she questioned them about it.

Now, Arondir was back, holding- “Is that broccoli?”

Arondir shifted from foot to foot looking almost nervous and in his hands, he held a head of broccoli. “I know that there has been something between us for quite a while, but I thought, with all we have been through together… I wish to court you properly. I know it is custom among your people to begin a courtship with flowers, but, well, the fiery mountain has destroyed most of them. Theo has told me that these are, in fact, flowers, although I do not know their name so… here. Please receive them with the intent they were given.”

He offered her the broccoli and she took it with a radiant smile. She was glad beyond measure that Arondir and Theo were beginning to get along so well. Theo would always be the most important person in her life, but still. She was glad she would not have to choose between them. 

“I can’t believe Theo helped you with these…” Arondir certainly wasn’t lying. Broccoli was one of Bronwyn’s favorite vegetables and Theo was one of the few people who knew that. It warmed her heart straight through.

Arondir brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear with a touch as gentle as a breeze. “Yes, well, if he is important to you, then he is important to me. Though I must admit, he has grown quite dear to me as well, by his own merit.”

Bronwyn teared up a little. She could not help it. Never before in her life had two things come together so neatly. She blinked away her tears and, studying the broccoli in her hands, changed the subject. “You know, broccoli actually has five meanings in our flower language.”

Arondir looked interested so she continued. “It can represent simple love, a beautiful expectation, the hope that the receiver will always be happy, that the giver cares only for the receiver’s feelings and,” she looked deep into his eye. “And that the giver shall love the receiver for all of his life.”

Arondir drew nearer, cupping her face in his hand. “Then my heart has chosen well and my gift has spoken truly. I will love you. Both here and now, and a thousand years from now when you are gone beyond the bounds of this world. When even the stones have forgotten your name, I shall remember you, and my love will never cease.”

Bronwyn nearly forgot how to breathe. “No matter where I go after my death, no matter what I become, my love for you will endure. I could forget my own name, but still my soul would remember yours. Arondir.”

Their lips met at last.

[jajafilm]

How is it possible that WISE's best spy doesn't even notice, who he actually married? Yori and her abilities are pretty obvious, right?

Well, maybe we need to think about it and look at it from Lloid's perspective.