#Desmond is trying to make up for everything but he also is Not Happy for having No Rights

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Here’s the visualisation of my headcanon that post-Azran Legacy Sycamore can’t protest to anything from Luke for the Misthallery situation and Luke does not hold back so Sycamore is inevitably forced to spoil him whenever he asks. The only reason why he hasn’t bought him an actual pony or something yet is because Clark explicitly stepped in for that.

Only a sketch because that’s all I have right now

[silken-moonlight]

The Elegance Series Part 9: Older Alpha x Human Waitress

A/N: Hi there! Today hasn't been a great day for me, as I wrote before. I was at the doctor's office today and am now on heart meds. I have to see how everything will go from here. Though I still want to post regularly. Love you all and everyone who wished me well. Enjoy the new chapter! 💗💗💗

Your Pov

You went home feeling giddy and happy. Though it quickly faded when you stepped into your home. A sense of dread filled you, afraid that something might have happened while you were gone. Gladly, today this wasn't the case. Your parents had gone to bed, and Pumpkin and Spice slept peacefully in the living room. A soft smile tugged at your lips as you silently slid up the stairs to the second story. After a hot shower, which helped you sober up, you went to bed. For a moment, you scrolled on your phone, checking your social media and emails. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

However, you suddenly remembered that Desmond didn't have your number...but you had his. A warm feeling crept into your chest when you thought about the older man. He had an aura of security and calm...He was magnetic, something always pulled you back to him. You took out the card he gave you so many days ago and typed it into your phone. Quickly saving it under: Desmond (Alpha).

Before you could overthink it, you wrote him a quick text:

Y/N:Hi Desmond, it's Y/N. I wanted to save your number and give you a call at the same time.

Desmond: That is wonderful; thank you so much for texting me. It made my sweet night even sweeter.

You blushed behind you phone and chuckled.

Y/N: Thank you so much. I am looking forward to our date tomorrow.

Desmond: Me too. I would like to invite you for lunch together.

Y/N: I adore that idea! When do you want to meet up?

Desmond: As soon as you could

Desmond: I mean as soon as you are available

Y/N: How about 1 pm?

Desmond: Perfect, I'll pick you up at your house.

Y/N: Until then!

Desmond: Until then, darling.

Your heart beat faster when you put your phone away, anticipating the date you would have. Now that you knew Desmond was always visiting "Sailor Boy," you were so giddy and excited. You really liked him. You wanted this to be something nice...Though you knew how it would end. At first, the people are always so understanding of your situation. They have no problem at first with your always having to be ready to leave a date or that you can't go on vacation and shut off your phone. They understand that partying is off the table for you and that you don't want to go to clubs.

You were happy with your life; you were okay with taking care of your parents. Sadly, others were not, telling you that one day you would regret not spending your youth wildly. It was frustrating trying to tell people that you didn't miss anything. Your mind told you that things with Desmond wouldn't be different. As soon as he knew he had to share you, he would lose interest. Also, you were overly aware of how he had his own responsibilities. He lived in an entirely different world than you, one where you wouldn't fit. You would enjoy his attention for the time that he was here.

- The next Day -

You spend the entire morning getting ready, bathing, and doing so much self-care. Your last date had been ages ago, and you were so happy to have the opportunity to make yourself look pretty.

Your parents were happy for you too, encouraging you. They even took the dogs out for a walk so that you had the house to yourself for a little while.

Now, you were standing in front of the mirror, looking at yourself. The dress you chose was elegant: a blue that complimented your skin, with white embroidery of stars at the hem of the skirt. The sleeves were bell sleeves, and the neckline was a beautiful V. You chose those white pumps that you almost never wore and applied soft makeup. Perfume and deodorant finished the look.

You were ready, looking elegant yet casual. Your heart was beating so fast, excitement surging through your entire body.

Desmond: Good Morning Beautiful, I am at you parents house and will wait for you

You looked at the clock. 12:45 a.m. He was early. A smile tugged at your lips; somebody was clearly eager. It flattered you.

Quickly, you said goodbye to your parents and dogs as you walked out of the front door.

A large, black SUV stood there, Desmond leaning casually against it. When he spotted you, a smile adorned his face. The alpha looked sinfully handsome. His beard was freshly trimmed, his hair loose, and he wore dress pants and a dress shirt with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up. "You look stunning, darling," Desmond greeted you, looking you up and down.

"All that for me?" He asked and smiled a little more. Feeling bold, you stepped closer and kissed him on the cheek. "All for you." You felt proud when you saw the slight flush on his cheeks. The Alpha smelled amazing; his cologne smelled rich and deep—wood, leather, and tobacco.

"Shall we?" His voice was smooth, and you nodded. He opened the door for you, and you slipped into the passenger's seat. "Thank you," you said and smiled at him. He closed the door and walked around to the other side.

"No need to thank me. Did you sleep well?" He asked and began to drive. "I did, how about you? Your way home was definitely longer than mine." He smiled. "Oh, I slept quite well, knowing that I would see you again today." You chuckled. "Such a charmer, though I must admit I was excited to see you again." His smile widened. "I love hearing that. Also, I thought I might take you to the orangery that they made into that exclusive restaurant. It's beautiful there—if you believe their website." You nodded. You had heard of that before. "Oh, I always wanted to go there," you said honestly. "I've actually been to the manor it belongs to a couple of times. Some of my acquaintances got married there." Desmond listened to you. "The local pack thought of buying the land and manor when it had some money problems. Though since they have the restaurant, those have vanished, and it runs really well." You nodded. You had heard something similar—minus the mention of the local pack.

Suddenly, Desmond's phone rang and connected to the car. Desmond sighed, annoyed. "I have to take that call. It's my beta, Isaac."

"I don't mind," you said with a smile.

Desmond pressed a Button and said:"Behave Isaac, I have a Lady with me." The alpha greeted the beta. There was an immediate laugh on the other end:"Did you finally have the balls to ask the cute waitress out?" You blushed extremly and looked over to Desmond who looked like he'd die of embaressment. "Isaac I swear..." There was just laughing on the other and:"Yeah Yeah. Also Hi to the waitress, I don't know your name yet. I'm Isaac, his beta." You looked at Desmond who nodded, so you answered:"Hello Isaac, I'm Y/N. Desmond has told me about you before." You could hear the beta chuckling:"Awwww, thats really sweet of you Des. Telling you mate about me."

"Isaac!" Desmond thundered. "Is there any other reason you called me?" he said, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

You just wondered what Isaac meant by 'mate'. You had never heard that Word in this context before.

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[jamethinks]

As a self proclaimed feminist, I have never been a fan of the boy who’s mean to a girl because he likes her trope but I will admit it works in Damian and Anya’s favor. So I’m just gonna touch on a few points as to what I love about this pairing.

Do note that while I do ship them I’m not a very serious shipper. I’m more interested in the platonic value of the relationships so no I’m not invested in the love life of six year olds.

This is gonna be a long post so buckle in idk

1. They’re six

I understand how the trope mentioned above plays a huge role in conditioning young girls to accept abusive behavior from men but I will defend Damian (only) in this case. He’s just six and clearly struggles with emotional regulation . He tends to lash out at everyone about everything. Kids normally with emotional regulation hence why they always have such outlandish reactions to everything. Not to mention he doesn’t have a good relationship with his parents which probably means he’s not getting enough help with regulating himself. I feel he’s really just a tense and stressed little boy and Anya gets a part of it.

I would assume in the future he gets better but it’s also an anime and he’s clearly supposed to be a tsundere so maybe not.

2. Anya doesn’t let him be rude to her

Another important part of their rship to me is that Anya doesn’t let him insult her and get away with it. Anya is like the other persons in Damian’s life, she doesn’t bend to his will and allow him to act and behave any way he wants. On the first day of school after he kept provoking her, she punched him and shut him up immediately.

Anya is nice to Damian because 1) she’s a nice person and 2) she’s trying to get close to him for the mission. She tries to nice things for him in hope of getting in his good graces but often fails because he’s being rude and disrespectful to her. In the end you see Anya slowly matching his energy, being just as rude and insulting to him forcing him to re-evaluate his actions.

In their last chapter you can see them both fighting one another after Damian accused her of lying. Normally in the trope girls just sit back and take the beatings but in this case Anya is assertive even if it means fumbling the mission. It’s not only an important trait with Damian but overall, Anya is blunt and aggressive and doesn’t take shit laying down.

3. Damian like Anya

I can go on and on about why Damian likes Anya but that would require a whole dissertation. But to make a long story short, Damian likes Anya because Anya is exactly what he needed in his life. She humbles him. Even though she’s a poor commuter who probably holds a record for fastest tonitrus bolt accumulation she doesn’t let that stop her from doing what she wants. She’s his polar opposite in many ways, but similar in ways that Damian feels a of shame about. Still watching her carry herself with the confidence of an imperial scholar makes her admirable to him.

Damian wants to be like Anya. She’s happy, shameless, candid but also emotionally aware and sensitive. It’s not just that she has a good relationship with her parents but the way that relationship impacts her personality. Damian is insecure, he feels he’s not up to the Desmond standards and worries extremely about disappointing his father. He doesn’t really want to be an imperial scholar or a politician, that’s just what he feels he has to do to get attention from his idol.

But seeing Anya who is closer to expulsion continue to live happily and be loved by her father (who even admits he find her stressful) really pokes at his own insecurities. She doesn’t have to do anything to earn their love, it the basis of their relationship not the conclusion.

Or something idk currents gone I’m bored.

[keepyourpantsongohan]

Ayesha Liveblogs Spy x Family S2

Awww, I like that Bond Forger the Dog also gets an intro about HIS secret identity. Equal opportunity deceit

Are we finally going to learn who exacty Yor is fighting? I would like to know!

Been there Anya, I also had little patience for watching the news as as a kid. Though, it seems more important in a pre-internet era

"Okay, you can change the channel." Loid Forger, International Spy, defeated by one (1) sad look from his little daughter

"I absolutely cannot tell him that I got shot in the butt while fighting a group of armed men." 10/10 episode plot, I cannot wait

"I've been relying on her too much without realizing it, and it's upset her. Yes, that must be it! I must do everything in my power to remedy this at once!" Loid immediately blaming Yor's mood on himself and deciding he has to be respond by being a better husband!!! I will keep saying it. He is THE Husband. World's Most Husband

"Why don't we go on a date?" HEE HEE

Puzzling that Yor thinks she hasn't been on a date though, when I can think of at least three dates so far (party-grenade-proposal date, lunch date, and drinks-and-reassurance date)

"I can't leave Anya alone at home, and this is a very important mission to ensure that we remain one happy family." It seems Loid has learned from the spy transmission debacle

"Last night, I came up with 862 date plans to ensure that Yor has fun." He's insane. I want to give him a leetle kiss

HAHAHAHA Franky being absolutely thrilled to bother Loid and Yor on their date. What a friendship 💕

Intriguing that Anya's telepathy has a distance limit. Tell me more!

Honestly, Yor having to position herself in a specific way to avoid pain is relatable. We love a chronic pain queen

"This woman had built up an immunity to poisons." HAHAHAHAHA the poison fixing Yor's pain. Sometimes, drinking does solve your problems!

LMAOOOO them censoring the bomb components. A real "don't try this at home" moment

NOT THE BABY MAKING THE BOMB. ANYA PLEASE

"I'm going to forget all this and live a normal life." Perfect. Forgers reforming their enemies left and right

"If it's not too much trouble, please invite me out again sometime." Never let being married stand in the way of your husband becoming your boyfriend 🥰

SCREAM at Bond's perception of what Loid does for work. I guess he's closer to the truth than most:

"Are you trying to do this for your... no. Are you trying to get revenge for your friends who were experimented on?" HAHAHA is Loid blushing because he wants to call himself his dog's dad?

FBKFJHFFHKJHF Loid taking on Bond as his mission back-up. He truly can be swayed so easily

WHERE DID LOID GET A DOG-SIZED SKI MASK AHHAHAHA

I love the giant puppy spy sidekick, employ this dog ASAP

"While they're busy playing, I'm going to work hard to get to the top," said Damian Desmond, Six Years Old, for whom The Top was beating all the other little bougie first graders

"Your friendship... preciously elegant." Me whenever I finish hanging out with my friends

I love that Henderson-sensei sends the kids out on a picnic as a punishment. He really is as silly as he is strict

I don't know if this is a vegetarian thing or a cultural thing but it always seems wild to me how people in anime bite into fish, scales and all

"Did you know that the most recent studies in neuroscience suggest that your brain feels really revitalized when you're spacing out?" I like Mr. Green, Grizzled Navy Custodian, too

HAHA Damian trying his hardest to space out. Me when people tell me to practice mindfulness

"Oh, you don't [have a goal], eh? That's perfectly fine!" "Actually, I want to live my life eating lots of snacks." "Splendid! You'll have to think earnestly about how to make that possible." I take it back, I LOVE MR. GREEN

Ready to sob about this field trip actually. AHHHHHHH:

"Good evening, Mr. Vile Trash." ACAB; All Cops are (Weird) Brothers

"What's so wrong about trying to improve the country my family lives in?" Nothing but the hostile, paternalistic nationalism of a Cold War, Frank Perkin, Newspaper Sensationalist and Adult Bully of Wealthy Children

"I'll request that your father gets some financial aid to get by." I feel like that will not make up for imprisoning his son, Yuri, but whatever helps you sleep

"Blech." That's also how I feel about Weird Brother Yuri, Anya

"Revenge will only make you sadder. I'll make you forget about all that with my love." This is the plot of Naruto

Honestly, I was super sold on the Bondman Polycule when it was just him, his spy partner Agent M, and the enemy spy lady who had all linked arms together. I feel like this could work:

"How was anything he did gentlemanly?" Loid said: I'm a one-woman kind of spy

"Lord Damian, how could you possibly pick the joker there." "Shut up!' [Internally] She's so unfair... Damn it! I like to believe Loid might approve of Damian's crush purely because he is also willing to do whatever Anya wants if she makes one (1) sad face

Poor Anya. She's really most suited to using her street smarts

"Garden? The group of assassins who have been in this country for ages? They're basically urban legends, aren't they?" FINALLY we're finding out more about Yor's job!! They do in fact seem at cross purposes with the spies

[Loid already walking away] "He's such a heartless jerk." I bet you $5 he has already decided to help Franky LMAO

Update from 8 min later: Alright, I owe you $5, he didn't care

"Am I normal?! Oh, thank goodness!" said Yor excitedly, as if that were not a moderately suspicious response to being called normal

Excited for an ep with no double-barreled title. Plot progression!

I truly don't know where this falls on the spectrum of ways that anime will depict black and brown characters LMAO. Like Donovan Desmond, the Shopkeeper has an extremely haunting aura:

"You will be providing protection on this mission." Oooooh, change of pace!

"Is there actually any reason why I should continue my job as a killer?" A question every assassin should ask themselves, I think

"HQ may or may not be trying to cut back on our shady overtime practices." Incredible. I can't believe even the underground spy agency has PTO. I wonder who regulates spy labour law

"If not for this bodyguard job, the three of us could've enjoyed this vacation together." AWWW Yor loves her family so much

"You can say this is a gangster's destiny." [Reba voice] A single mom who works too hard, who loves her kid never stops!

"Papa! We need to hurry up and explore the ship before it sinks!" "It's not going to sink! Stop scaring everyone." The fact the staircase looks distinctly modelled after that one scene from Titanic really sells Anya's point

Loid incapable of framing having fun as anything but a mission ljggkjgj truly he might benefit from a Real Psychologist

"That family's just for camoflauge, right?" "Yes, you're right... Is... that true?" I love Yor slowly admitting that she loves her family for their own sake 💗

As Yor was declaring doing her best, I did worry briefly that someone was going to [redact] Olka. Other anime have been less kind to me than Spy x Family

I love Yor making another mum friend in Olka 💞 Gal pals

Finally saying suspicious things in public has a consequence!!

"It's been a while since we've had dinner without Mama." "Yeah, it's a bit lonely." Hee hee, Loid misses his wife

I love the immediate transformation in Yor's face as soon as Olka/Shaty says she didn't order room service

I don't have much to say but I am really entranced by the assassin vs. assassin + informant goings on!!

"I may not look it, but I'm a married woman, so I'll have to decline." Absolutely loving Yor quietly and efficiently beating these hitmen unconscious as she passes through the cruise ship

"Which is it?! Would normal parents buy their child something in this situation or not?!" Loid is incapable of making a decision without thinking about how it looks in relation to him being a spy. Anxiety king

[In Anya's mind] "Yor! You're an assasin who hates frogs? Let's get a divorce. The Forgers are done." Like father, like anxiety-ridden daughter

"I am a normal father. A good father," said Loid, which is frankly not usually something a good or normal father would say

"Papa, you're not excited at all." Loid defeated by one (1) six-year-old's piercingly accurate psychoanalysis

Loid is facing a true Psychological Battle: The Fitting Room

Anya Ultimate Wingman Award for convincing everyone her mum's battle is actually a circus act

Awwww, Zeb, Fake Husband to Olka, likes her. I hope this is a healthy experience in Yor seeing other fake couples work it out, but I do also think Zeb could mega-die

"As long we people continue to be people, conflict will never end." Alright, Director Doomsday, calm down

"What am I? What am I doing this for?" [B Eilish voice] What was I made foooooor?

"Does she hate me? Or is she just going through a rebellious phase?" Loid whenever one of the Forger girls looks upset: THIS MUST BE MY FAULT SOMEHOW

A hasty and confident NO to Assassin Sniff's whole vibes

We interrupt this program to think about how cute Loid and Anya are!! I love Loid entertaining Anya and also supporting her while he thinks she's missing Yor

"Nice, Mr. Husband!" Oh good, we love a bulletproof vest for Zeb!

Truly a wild juxtaposition of Forger Family Fireworks Night:

"This might be a bit late to ask, but would you consider just peacefully going home?" I love you, Compassionate Combat

I'm having a hard time believing all this will happen without Loid eventually noticing; the fireworks are long gone. I actually do hope Loid crashes her battle, Director Doomsday is out cold

"I'm doing this to support my family.... wait. I guess I am also doing this for money. But... no, I make enough to survive now. I'm hunting down bad guys for my country! For my country? Have I always been so righteous? What am I doing this for?" Poor Yor, this is like the worst possible time for an existential crisis

YOR AND LOID BOTH BEING MOTIVATED BY THEIR DESIRE FOR OTHERS TO LIVE A PEACEFUL LIFE 😭💘😭💘😭💘😭💘

[In Yor's flashback] "Be it for someone else, or for a specific reason, having to endure a merciless job... That's something to be very proud of." I'm sure Loid will acknowledge me. He'll forgive me. I like to think so too, Yor!!

Never mind to Loid helping Yor out, he is busy disarming a bomb threatening to sink them. This truly is the Titanic LMAO

LGLHGLGJHGLJHG Anya accidentally tripping the assassins so they shoot each other. Like mother, like daughter 💖

"You'll be able to enjoy the symphony of agonized screams and roars coming through the wiretaps on this ship." I can't wait for Loid to sink this guy with his own clock-bomb

Update from 30 seconds later: See? Self-owned and sunk

Awwwww Yor really does deserve the baby hug after the day she's had:

"I pray that, someday, you and your family will be able to find true peace." OLKAAAA

"I know it was an emergency, but I ended up casting my family aside again." Loid and Yor having the same crisis about whether to prioritize their family or their jobs 🥺🥺🥺

Loid's blush at Yor catching him skipping as he continues to skip over in her direction. Hee hee

"I hope peaceful days like this will continue forever." ME TOO, YOR!

Get you a mum who would secretly beat up sharks for you ❤️‍🩹

Setting aside how fun snorkeling is, absolutely terrible idea to go into the ocean with an open wound OMG

Loid carrying his whole family is the cutest thing I've ever seen, 10 bajilion/10zo; perfect:

[Internally] "You did a great job." Loid is in loooooove

"I can never tell if he's actually clever, or clumsy." Me either, Handler

Anya learning about the vacation disparity of rich kids LMAO

"If youre going to create a persona for yourself, you need to be strategic and commit." Not Loid turning this lie lecture into a spy lecture in his mind

"Lying is too much work, so I'll try not to do it anymore." Anya's entire set of adult role models do nothing but lie all the time, she really has no frame of reference for honesty

I do a little bit hate the Becky fantasizing about Loid thing, I have been Cardcaptor Sakura'd too much in life

NOT ANYA SELLING OUT HER MUM FOR THE POSSIBILITY OF BECKY BEING HER RICH SIX-YEAR-OLD STEPMUM OH MY GOD

I feel like they take a lot of liberties in translating "Loid-sama" as "my precious Loid" but hey, he is precious

"Yor's going to get the wrong idea, somehow." Loid has finally registered that this child is obsessed with him and he is only concerned for wife not thinking he's a freak. A good husband above all else

"I really don't understand the children of rich people." Me either, Loid

I need you to see Loid's face as Becky declares that this is his expression of love for Yor:

"Your heart is as vast as the sky, and you're stronger than the earth itself. You're the perfect lady." Correct, Becky! Yor is amazing

"I had some extra souvenirs left after handing them out to everyone else. Do you want them?" LMAO @ the implication being lost on Fiona that he doesn't even think of her enough to warrant her own souvenir

I will say, I really do resonate with the theme of the ep being Loid is Hot and Amazing to Everyone But No One Will Ever Measure Up to Yor in His Eyes

"Maybe you're too nice, and biting and barking don't really suit you." Everyone in the Forger family is too nice for their job, including Bond Forger, Precognitive Puppy

Awwww Bond trying to help out all the humans with his visions

LNKFHKFHKJFH Loid really just got reprimanded by his dog

"And he went into save [Daisy the puppy]? What an impressive dog!" I love the Spy Dad-Psychic Puppy tag-team ❤️

[Internally] "I am a cool-headed spy. I cannot let my emotions show." Loid remains deadpan through SO many things but his dog looking a little funny while wet is his limit. What a man!

"Don't push yourself too hard. There's someone waiting back home who would be sad if you died." 1) V sweet, dad first, hero second. And 2) This is the second time Loid has directly spoken to his life situation with a simultaneous thinly-veined dog metaphor

WAHHHHHHH Loid and Bond's heroics being acknowledged by Anya giving them little paper Stellas:

Yor immediately joining in and congratulating them for their hard work on their walk!!! I LOVE ONE (1) SPY X FAMILY 😭😭😭😭😭 IT'S A NICE SHOW

[fairyv-ice]

Love Wins All

Here is chapter 1

~ Seeing him peaceful is what makes her happy was this always the case? ~

Chapter 2

Her

~Further away from earth to mars will you please go with me? wherever it may be we’ll search endlessly where loneliness doesn’t exist~

Anya was quiet. Just sitting slightly up in the infirmary bed looking out the window. Her sniffles calmed down. She turned to look at a sleeping sy-on boy. He had rested his head near the edge of the bed while holding an ice pack at her swollen ankle that the nurse had told him to hold for Anya so she can rest and it looks like he dozed off. Funny Anya thought she was supposed to be the one resting but here they were and all she could do was look at sy-on boy with a bit of sadness in her eyes while he slept so comfortably by her. 

She didn’t understand why she felt this bad. Growing up she always knew what the mission was. Become friends with Damian Desmond so papa could get closer to his papa to end the war. Maybe because she never fully understood that to “end the war” meant that Papa had to take away the one thing that was important to Damian. She also never understood why Damian loved his father when he really didn’t seem like a good one. In all honesty he seemed to hurt him more than anything, yet sy-on boy always tried SO hard to make his papa happy. Anya shook her head thinking why does she even care this much? It’s not like this will affect her. This is all for the mission, always has been ... but still seeing sy-on boy this peaceful so close to her made her smile with still that bit of sadness in her eyes. All she wanted was for him to feel this peaceful, she didn't want to be the cause for his pain or anger (even though she knows she makes him mad ... a lot..).

She sat up a bit more trying not to make too much noise and reached her hand to his cheek. She gently caressed his cheek while watching him breathe. She thought back to his thought from earlier, of not receiving hugs from anyone except her and not really wanting anyone to hug him but her. What did that even mean? Did he like her hugs? Did he like… her? She shook her head at that possibility, how could he like her when he teases her so much? Anyways it’s not like she liked him or anything, it's not like she tends to blush when she reads his thoughts ~unintentionally~ and hears how beautiful her eyes are or how cute her face is in them.  Lost in thought she didn’t notice that he was starting to wake until he grabbed her hand. She still had her eyes on him and his on her now. 

“Is there something on my face?” he said, with a light hue of pink by his ears still holding her hand in his. 

“oh. Uhm. Well no, you just looked comfortable and cute and I just couldn't help it. I just wanted to.. I don't really know why I did that. I'm sorry.” she said as she looked away, hand still in his. 

~Did she just call me cute? Does she think I'm cute? Are we holding hands? what is happening.. okay just play it cool~ she heard his thoughts and her face turned red.

“Hey, it's not a big deal, thanks.. I guess? If that's a compliment?” he said, looking away as well now. 

“oh uhh yeah I guess it was, well I mean it’s not a lie, every girl in the school says you are cute sy-on boy,” she said, still looking away.

  ~oh it’s because she heard the other girls say that… maybe if I ~ his thought cut off, he looked at her and he said -

“Do YOU think I'm cute?”

~WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST SAY~ he thought and face completely red like a tomato 

Anya heard everything, in his head and what he just asked. She turned to look at him, eyes wide. Thinking why would he ask her that her and his thoughts both going a thousand miles a minute. She was about to respond. 

“I-” she was cut off

“FORGET I SAID THAT- Haha Anyways, How are you feeling? How is your ankle? Do you think we should head back to class? I think we missed the chem test, we probably have to stay after classes today to make it up.” he said awkwardly 

~that was so stupid of me, I can't believe I actually said that, what the hell is wrong with me. Wait.. we are still holding hands… I shouldn't have grabbed it in the first place. Maybe if I let go she wont notice~ 

Anya looked at him and gave his hand a light squeeze and placed it gently on the bed.  She looked a bit sad after letting go he thought, and she knew what he thought. Why was she sad to let go? They have held hands before so why was this feeling a bit different? She didn’t want him to think she was sad so she sat up all the way and smiled at him and said,

“I think I will be okay. it doesn't hurt that bad anymore! But yah we should get back to class.. I’m gonna have to tell Becky that I won't be able to hang out with her today, that's no fun.”

“Oh, did you guys have plans after school?” he asked, as he was getting up to stretch and then grabbed their bags.

“Yah, we were supposed to go to that new bakery that opened down the street. But it's okay it’s not going anywhere. Plus I actually studied really hard for this dumb test so I need to take it before I forget everything!” she said as she got out of the bed and added “you know i can carry my bag right? It’s my ankle that hurts, not my hands'' she said teasingly.

He shook his head and opened the door for her and said “What kind of gentlemen would I be if I allowed an injured young lady to carry an oh so heavy bag?” with a smirk.

She walked out to the hall eyeing him with a teasing smile and said “Oh.. why Mr. Desmond, how can a refined young lady like myself ever repay a chivalrous man like yourself? hehe” with a smug face.

He looked at her with a serious face and a bit of pink on the tip of his ears and said 

“Two big words in one sentence? Do you even know what they mean?” 

~She actually has grown up a lot, it's been a while since her and I had an actual conversation like this. It's nice~ he thought.

She was about to get upset and then she heard that thought and turned her head forward and continued walking a hue of pink on her cheeks now. 

He giggled “I jest Forger, you are very smart! You are literally an imperial scholar” he got nervous . ~She isn't responding. Did I say something wrong? She knows it was a joke right?~  They were almost back at the classroom, he didn't want this to end on a bad note though. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to face him.  He leaned forward to get closer to her face to look into her eyes “You know I was joking right Anya?” 

~her big green eyes, how can something so simple be so pretty~  he thought and again she heard.

“Yes sy-on boy, I know it was a joke. Can we please go to class? I am oh so eager to learn today hee hee” as she pushed him to the side to continue to class. She said still has pink on her face. 

He looked at her with a small smile and followed.

By the time they got to class the chemistry Professor was walking out. He told them not to worry and they can take the test in the library after school. Lunch was about to start so the pair went to their seats while EVERYONE  was staring at them. 

Damian of course ignored it and went to sit with Emile and Ewen who were discussing what food would be in the dining hall today.

Anya sat next to Becky “Why are they all looking at me?” she said quietly

“Anya… sweetie.. You can't be this dense? You literally showed up to school on Damian’s back and spent half the day with him in the infirmary. I know he is I guess what we can call a “frienemy” but you have to understand to everyone else here he is like a prince. So the girls are all over the place right now. Don’t worry though. I got most of them to shut up. Desmond was just being a good friend.. but anyways I CANNOT wait to talk about all this after school AWAY FROM NOSY PEOPLE LIKE ALICE, You know I can see you right? Lit-” Becky got cut off

*** Bell for lunch rings ***

 Becky smirks and waves bye to Alice, Alice runs out of class.

“Becky, was that necessary? annnndddd about after school…”  Anya said a bit nervously 

“Yes, very. and OMG Anya you have to stay after classes because of the test! I heard the professor saying that. It’s okay we can go tomorrow??” Becky said while grabbing her bag and started to head to the door. Anya followed,  with the three boys behind them.

“ Yes, Sy-on boy and I have to go to the library to take it after school.” Anya

Becky looked back at Ewen knowing he heard Anya say that she and Damian will be in the library afterschool together basically alone since no one else from their class missed the test. 

“You have to stay after too, boss man?” Emile said

“ Yeah. But it's no big deal. I had no plans anyways. How was the test? Was it hard?” Damian asked. The five were all together at this point, in line in the dining hall.

“ Not too bad, I think you guys should be fine.” Ewen said with a smile.

Becky whispered to him “Do you think we should tell them it was a partner test??”

“No, it may give them a chance to get a bit closer… or he will just get annoyed cause he will do all the work so they don't fail.” Ewen said.

Becky let out a soft giggle “ well I won’t be able to talk to her today but you guys still have a chance… YOU HAVE TO UPDATE ME.. and i think i have an idea but i will tell you later”

Ewen smiled “ okok.. now please act normal you are so obnoxious”

She pushed him a bit too hard and he bumped into Emile who dropped his ice cream.

“Bro, i was really excited about that…” Emile said with utmost disappointment.

The other four laughed and Becky handed him her ice cream.

They walked out to the courtyard and sat where they usually do to eat lunch. 

Anya looked back to where she was this morning when she ran into Damian then turned to look at him with a smile. ~maybe things are starting to change? In a good way I hope.~  she thought to herself.

He noticed her gaze and turned to look at her and gave her a small smile ~ Gosh why is she so cute. Why do I think she is cute? Do I-? No she is just cute she always has been.~ he thought and as always she heard and she lightly giggled and smiled bigger and that caused him to blush a bit and look away.

That didn't go unnoticed by Becky, Ewen, and Emile who were all staring at the pair, and then looked at eachother. Apparently all think that ~this is the year, they will finally be get together.~ Anya heard that and looked around trying to figure out who they were talking about.

A/N: this chapter is a little shorter than the last but i hope you guys enjoy, the next chapter will be a little more juicy so look forward to that it will be exciting ! LMK what you guys think pls!

If you guys want me to start a tag list I can do that as well!

[teecupangel]

This is because @ma-du who tagged me on this post with the idea:

Everything is the same, but the gang is reborn as Marvel characters

I am going to assume this means that the characters' personalities stay the same, it's just that they have been reborn to live the lives of Marvel characters (Assassins versus Templars plot optional XD)

Alright.

First of all, we’ll focus on MCU characters because having the ability to choose from the entire Marvel roster will… well… it would require more research that would probably take too much time XD

Also, I will primarily be using Phase 1~3 MCU characters (focusing on the Avengers with some exceptions) because the post did have Infinity Saga MCU characters (yeah, that’s the main reason why).

Alright, let’s give everyone some new problems!

Desmond: Moon Knight. Okay, he’s the main reason why I said ‘with some exceptions’. I mean… come on. Come oooonnn. Oh course, Desmond will still suffer thru the Bleeding Episodes which would lead him to be the AC equivalent of Moon Knight. Not to mention, just imagine the absolute fuckery he will suffer thru when he meets up with the reincarnated versions of his ancestors while he still have his ancestors in his brain as the Bleeding Effect. Instead of Khonsu though, I suggest we go for Ra (for the sun irony) or, if you wanna stay in the Greco-Roman mythology that was strongest in Desmond Saga, may I suggest Minerva (to make Minerva suffer with him) or Dionysus?

Altaïr: Doctor Strange, hands down. Used to be an arrogant overachiever? Taken down a peg by some kind of tragedy? Still a bit of an asshole but now has an entire subject he could spend the rest of his life studying and be the top expert still? Becomes leader of a secret-ish organization trying to protect the world in what amounts to a short time all things considered? OP powers with a lot of glowing gold accents AND holds an OP artifact? Altaïr is, hands down, the nearest Doctor Strange we will have on this list. Sidenote: Malik gets Wong’s job of being the usually annoyed dude that has to keep Altaïr from bending the rules too much. The Sanctum Masters are the Rafiqs of Damascus and Jerusalem + Kadar. Karl Mordo will have to be Abbas (sorry Karl Mordo) while Al Mualim would either take the Ancient One (if we plan to keep him good in this one) or Kaecilius.

Ezio: Iron Man. He comes from a rich family with lots of connections, is actually smarter than people usually assume he is, flirts a lot but also carries a torch for a specific person in his life, and a tragedy in his life changed him. Of course, his father wasn’t a dick to him (up to you if we gonna kill Giovanni and Maria off for drama), Federico gets reborn as Happy (who is still Ezio’s brother but preferred to be his security officer), Claudia is still his sister but has Pepper Pott’s job (although, everyone in Auditore Industries knows it’s really Claudia who takes care of the everyday operation, Ezio is the inventor and the face of the company, Claudia is the shadow queen) and Cesare gets to be Justin Hammer. Petruccio can be the kid in Ironman 3 or he's just living his life as the third Auditore child who has cool 'toys' to help his weak body that his brother made for him.

Ratonhnhaké:ton: We can go for Hawkeye/Ronin, the normal human who can keep up with everything that’s happening (also, he would make a good parental figure for the Frye twins). Also, even if we call him ‘normal’, we all know he could kick everyone’s ass thru sheer determination and stubbornness alone. Another option would be Black Panther but I kinda want Adéwalé to be Black Panther?

Haytham: … is it weird I kinda want him to be Nick Fury? Like… he’s the all-time suffering man in charge who doesn’t actually have any authority over any of the superheroes he ‘conscripted’? I just want Haytham to suffer while, for once, not being on the other side.

Edward: Okay��� I mean… I know there would be a Phase 1~3 character that would work for him, the easiest would be making him part of the Asgardian family drama but, may I suggest a non-MCU character? Daimon Helstrom. Because Edward’s actor Matt Ryan is sooo good as Constantine that I will always think of him as Constantine. Helstrom is the nearest Marvel equivalent to Constantine and he’s also a free agent type which works well with Edward’s character for most of Black Flag. (plus I got “canceled after a good season 1” deja vu with Helstrom as I did with Constantine). If you really want him to be part of Phase 1~3, Antman (Scott Lang) would work with Jenny taking the place of the daughter Cassie.

Shay: If Haytham is our Nick Fury, Shay gets to be his Maria Hill (second-in-command, normal human that can kick so much ass, and… that tight outfit) or Phil Coulson if you wanna go down the route of Shay doing his own thing.

Arno: Spider-Man because I think Ezio mentoring him would be a nice touch and… his first love Élise being a Templar is kinda similar to how Liz was the Vulture’s daughter. Still thinking about who his Ned should be though.

Evie and Jacob: Look, we’re talking about twins here so I’m pretty much obligated to make Evie and Jacob Wanda and Pietro. Although, this time, Jacob’s not gonna die. XD

Bayek: Steve Rogers (no, he will not be called Captain America, think of a more ‘universal’ superhero name) because he’s an all-around good guy, his default weapon in AC promotional images has him using a shield, and he started out as a man who just wanted to do what was right and protect his people that got sucked into the overarching plot because of a tragedy. Also… Aya as a badass normal human like Peggy Carter, hhhmmm?

Kassandra: You know, I was thinking that Kassandra could be Steve Rogers with Alexios becoming Winter Soldier. (Which I think would still work, we’ll just have to change Bayek into someone else…) But Kassandra has to be Captain Marvel, right? The OP powers and “not to be a lesbian but oh my god oh my god” vibes she gave off just made her suited to be Captain Marvel more.

Eivor: She’s gotta be reborn as Thor, right? Like… sure, Odin is right there but Eivor’s love for fighting and her loyalty to her people feels more like Thor than Odin. (Let’s not make AC Odin reborn as MCU Odin. I’d even go for Varin to be reborn as her father again or even Sigurd to have a bit of arrogance at this point)

Basim: Look. We all know Basim’s gonna be reborn as… Korg. Of course, I’m kidding. He’ll be reborn as Loki as we all expected. XD

Clay: Deadpool. He’s supposed to be dead, his mind got shattered after receiving his ‘superpowers’, and… he’s the only person in this cast other than Desmond that actually remembers who he was before. His whole ‘knows about the fourth wall’ shtick is connected to the fact that he still has access to the Calculations and that’s actually what broke his mind… again.

[auroramoon-draws16]

The Crossover Bar AU: the Beginning

“What… what the fuck?”

Desmond didn’t know what was gonna happen after the Temple (after sacrificing himself), but waking up in a bar, a 1920’s style speakeasy, was not what he was expecting.

It looks new, it smelled new, the scent of fresh wood and fabrics, stocked up alcohol and syrups, it was nice- really nice. He didn’t know what to make of it, but his body moved anyway. Stepping behind the counter he found so many bottles, glasses, there was modern bartending tools and shakers, also new. It felt like someone placed everything here, just for him. Like this was all just for him.

“So, do you like it?”

Holy shit- oh wow it’s been a while since anyone could sneak up on him. Desmond reflexively held his hand to the speaker’s throat, hidden blade at the ready.

“Wha- I- who are you?” He sputtered, eyes wide at the girl, no really, it was a girl. At least- he thinks, his mind couldn’t comprehend any detail about her. Like everything about her was glitching beyond recognition. She was short, and that’s all Desmond could tell about her.

“Don’t worry about that,” she grinned(?), nudging his hand away from her throat, and weirdly enough, he let her. “Answer my question, do you like it?” She repeated, not rudely per say, just… eager. Like a little kid showing her mom her drawing.

Blinking, Desmond lowered his hand, and took another look around.

There were wooden tables and chairs everywhere, nicely made from what he could tell, set up in a circle around a stage across from the entrance. The curtains a bright, vivid blood red, and there were lights up on the ceiling to brighten it up. From his place at the bar he could see a balcony, a second floor, but besides the railing and the edge of a pool table, he couldn’t see much else. On the walls were empty picture frames, waiting for something to occupy them- well, most of them- the one by the entrance had a portrait of Desmond with a golden frame.

It felt…

“It’s… home,” he blurted, “it feels like home.”

The girl(?) made a happy noise, bouncing up and down excitedly, “I knew it! I knew you’d like it!” She squealed, a warped and echoing sound, “oh I can’t wait! There’s gonna be so many more, they’re gonna like it too! You’ll see!” Before Desmond could respond, he felt arms wrap around his middle, “I’m gonna go get them, stay right here! Oh they’re gonna love you! You won’t be lonely, I promise!” And then she was gone. Just- he blinked and she was gone.

“Don’t mind her, the Apprentice is just excited,” someone explained, sounding both amused and fond. “This is her first project.”

Desmond looked to the other end of the bar, finding a man(?) sitting with an empty glass. He couldn’t see his features either, but that’s because he was engulfed in a bright light from head to toe. He felt familiar- distant- like looking into a funhouse mirror, him just not really… he even sounded sort of like-

“Hey, don’t do that,” he interrupted Desmond’s thoughts, holding up his empty glass, “you’ll get a headache. Now then, you’re a bartender, aren’t you? Mind pouring me something?”

Shaking out of his stupor, Desmond reached for the shelf, “right, uh, what’d you want…?” He asked, head still buzzing.

“You can call me the Reader,” the Reader told him, a smile in his faint voice, “that Whiskey will do.” He pointed at the bottle Desmond’s hand was hovering over.

After pouring him a glass, Desmond twitched, “uh, what do you mean- about her- the Apprentice- this project- what-?”

The Reader chuckled, “You’re not the first, you won’t be the last,” he muttered, more to himself than to Desmond, “she’s a good friend, she wanted to try something new, something different than what I usually do- or what They usually do- so I’m letting her try it out. This place is gonna be a catch all, a hub for any Soul needing somewhere to go, a place where they can Crossover the threshold without- well, y’know. Of course since you’ll be the Host, you have the final say over everything, this domain is all yours.”

“What? Who- I don’t understand, what the fuck does all of that mean?” Desmond spluttered. The Reader just laughed again. Asshole.

“You’ll get it soon enough,” he took a swig of whiskey and pointed to the door, “look, your first Guest is here.”

“Seriously? I’m not gonna fall for that,” and he was gone in a blink too, nothing but an empty glass to even hint someone else was here, “goddammit.”

Desmond didn’t know what to make of all this, who the Reader or the Apprentice were, what they were doing, what they even are in the first place, but he knew people were coming, Guests, the Reader said, and that he’s the Host. So that’s what he’s gotta do then, if the bar was made for him, and that’s what he’s here for, he might as well… right? What else was he supposed to do? He’s supposed to be dead, but he’s here as the Host.

Taking the glass and grabbing a cleaning rag from under the counter, he cleans it. Looking up at the doors, before hearing them swing open and watching someone stumble onto the floor with shouts of shock and thuds of limbs scrambling to catch onto the smooth floor.

“Hey, welcome to the- wait- Clay!”

“Seventeen!?”

[randomkposts]

Happy birthday Desmond. This is a little late, but I'm sure its still march 13 somewhere in the world. Anyways, I usually post a story for his birthday, and while there is one on fanfiction, I decided the tumblr one would be a little diffrent.

I'm using an old oc. Or the varient she could have been had she been born a guy and also never become a time travler. Red Jordan-Ryan. You can learn more about this character and the verse by checking out rk-ocs. For this story, that OC is Jasper Jordan-Ryan. They share a knack for meeting intresting people, and getting into situations and secrets they probably would be better off without. And determination.

This is a variontion of the future Clay saw for Desmond where he stayed at the Farm. So I decided, he teaches the kids as the assassin teacher.

Several things happen diffrently due to this deviation, and the Isu are trying to hijack the plot back onto the railroad by hijacking.

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Not be at all

Not be at all, may have a sister story of sorts,  called not be Nobel  someday, from a quote by Alfred Lord Tennyson. If I ever write it, I mean.

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In a world where Desmond did stay on the farm.

Des 1987- 25

Clay 1982- 30

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Sometimes Desmond looks at the road leading out of the farm, and wonders what would have happened if he followed it.

Sometimes, when he was younger , he had dreamed of running away. He imagined what he would see beyond the farm, that he could be someone who didn't live in a conspiracy cult.

Maybe he would be president.

Nah, that was silly. He'd probably be a waiter or something, but at least he would be seeing the world.

It wasn't like training was all that bad. Sure he wasn't amazing at it,  though he had learned faster then most of the kids when he was younger. Maybe he could teach novices when he was older.

Mom might like that. It would allow her to go on more missions. He would have really missed mom, out there in the world. And really, leaving her alone with Dad was just mean.

So sure,  sometimes he dreamed of running away, but he was here to stay, and it wasn't a bad life.

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It's strange sometimes, training the older ones, but with Clay it's different somehow. Clay has a very biting wit, and when it's not being used on him, the results are absolutely hilarious.

Clay is not going to be an assassinating type of assassin. He will probably end up working on the Animus, everyone seems to be interested in. Maybe he will be partners with the apparently expert Rebecca. Desmond has never met her, but apparently she is making good progress in creating one.

He doesn't really know though, because he is trying to stay well away from the internal politics.

Training people is fun. He gets to meet new people, and hear stories from all over. Some days it's almost as good as the thought of seeing new places.

And then there's this terrifying child, who appeared out of nowhere that one time.

"How the hell did you get in here!" Desmond had asked the blond child, who had just shown up one day, dressed as a novice, that he had never seen before in his life.

"I rode in the car."

"How old are you?" He asked suspiciously.

"Fifteen." The kid had said, glaring.

Desmond stared at the kid suspiciously.

"Fine, I am fourteen."

"I'll talk to you after the class."

Even if his parents' paranoia was right, and this was part of some convoluted Templar infiltration plot, a single Parkour lesson would probably not make a difference. He hoped. God, he should have searched them, first, what if the kid had a bomb or something!

Thankfully, everything went fine. After the class, Desmond had pulled the kid aside, and walked into an empty room. He started with the question that had been bugging him the most.

"Are you a boy or a girl, or what kid?"

The kid got really offended, and went  red. "My name is Jasper, and I am a boy! How the hell did you not notice that!" An accent tinged his words, and his voice broke a little.

Desmond laughed.

"Aww kiddo, it's just kind of ambiguous. "

Jasper growled, sounding alarmingly like a dog about to attack.

"Don't call me kiddo." He declared , glaring at Desmond.

Desmond began to laugh again, which seemed to infuriate the kid, and he growled again, which made Desmond laugh harder.

Finally , Desmond was able to contain his laughter, and get down to the important questions.

"Where did you come from, and why are you here?"

"I came from Bo-.... I'm from Quebec. I'm here because I followed the man."

"What man?"

"The man who killed R-" then he stopped again. "Who killed my godfather! "

"How did you follow him?"

"That's a secret. I'm just good at finding  people. No one wants me to be It ,in hide and seek!"

"Can I have his name, at least?"

"His name was a lie!" Jasper spat.

"You are a strange kid."

"I came here to either learn to either hire someone to kill him, or learn to do it myself. Then I might pay that robber who nearly killed me as a child a visit. "

"You are a terrifying child." Desmond informed him.

"My godfather was just killed. I want revenge."

"So you tracked his killer here?"

"Yes." The kid told him. "And given you are an assassin , I brought money to hire you to kill him."

"I don't kill fellow Assassins ,Kid."

Jasper did his dog growl again, and shouted "osti d'éparis de marde!" before running off.

He could not find him afterwards, no matter where he looked.

Later Desmond found out Thomas had been killed by a throwing knife.

He spent years afterwards, wondering if he was responsible for it, if it could have been prevented by pulling him out of that parkour class earlier.

"How the hell did I fail to find him?" He kept wondering.

That kid was damned terrifying.

He kept an eye out for him out of Paranoia, but 2011's February kicked off with Clay being kidnaped by Abstergo.

His father kept saying they had an in, that someone would get him out when it was time. It was a frequent argument they had, whenever Desmond and his father were alone.

Then in August, they got the news that Clay had gone crazy from the bleeding effect and killed himself.

Desmond went back home to mourn and be with his students.

A month later, his mother was kidnaped.

Desmond was determined not to leave another person in the hands of the Templars, particularly not one he loved. Screw whatever Fathers plans were!

His students were perfectly happy to help plan a rescue mission.

Besides, he'd always wanted to go to Italy.

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The rescue mission hits an unexpected obstacle.

"SHE'S IN A COMA! "

Desmond screams at Lucy Stillman, his mothers... Keeper? Kidnapper? Guard? No, really, why the hell is she here.

"She tried to escape. She almost succeeded. It turns out Vidic really wasn't kidding. Lucy tells him distractedly ,looking upset and dazed. "The animus may be able to help her,  At least that's what Clay and William thought."

"Clays dead!" Desmond cried out, rubbing the tears off his face with his sweater. "Clays Dead, and my mother is in a coma, and it's all your fault. "

His face dryish, he signals Amalia and Rob that the cost is cleared.  Amalia guards the door, weapon ready, while Rob picks up his mother, and Desmond watches Lucy.

Lucy hums.

"You will need this, just give me a moment.

Desmond looks at Amalia, who shrugs, and holds her gun on Lucy, ready to shoot if she does something fishy.

Lucy comes back with a disk.

"It's the memory core Data. Get in contact with Rebeca,  and give this to her. Maybe it will help your mother."

She turns to leave, but hesitates. "I'm sorry Desmond." She says, before walking out of the room.

Desmond feels like he is about to break, but tells his students,  "lets go",  ordering David to look up Rebecca.

There are some injuries fighting their way out of Abstergo, but thankfully , no one is killed. Desmond is the worst. While his students are using the first aid kit , David drives them to a safe clinic.

While Desmond is being treated, a man named Shawn arrives, saying that Lucy called, and that he was here to bring his mother to Rebecca.

Desmond insisted on coming. So did Amalia. He told Rob and David to stay on standby, until he was safer.

Shawn grumbled under his breath, but sat and waited in the uncomfortable waiting room chair.

When they were finally done with him, Shawn helped carry his mother into his car, and drove them away.

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Rebecca and Shawn were good friends to each other, and alternated between being annoyingly kind and sympathetic to him,  which drove him a little nuts.

They were trying to help, and were getting information from his Mother's genetic memories, and keeping her alive, and stimulated in hopes she would wake up, but Desmond hated sympathy, and the sad kindness was almost worse.

Sometimes his Father visited , and when he wasn't looking down at Mother, he was arguing with Desmond.

It wasn't like it was new, Desmond and his father had always had something of a strained relationship, but... Mom would have hated this.

At least Amalia still treated him normally,  and dragged him out to spar when he looked close to snapping. Otherwise he might have lost it.

Eventually he just had his students come to Italy to train, partly to get some normal conversation. It wasn't that strange, Shawn still kept up with his work, and his father did too.

The next month went by in a strange limbo , and  out of nowhere in the middle of November, that terrifying  blond kid showed up at the gas station, growling at him.

"What the Hell are you doing here!" Desmond cried out, alarmed.

He was more confused than anything. And a bit suspicious. Perhaps dads Ideas about super convoluted Templar plots had more merit than he thought. He moved his arm, and poised for a hidden blade strike.

"I'm here to invite you to my birthday party." Jasper started sarcastically, tone dry as ice. He stopped at Desmond's glare. "Fine. I'm here to tell you to stop sending me bizarre and terrifying spam. "

What

"I don't even know your last name, let alone anything about you, beyond that you possibly committed premeditated murder at age 14. If I knew anything about you,  I would have given it to the police, not sent you 'Bizarre and terrifying spam.'How did you even find me?!"

Jasper seemed unfazed by that.

"A friend owed me a favor, and agreed to help me track down my spammer. All the evidence leads to you. So I came here to talk to you. "

There was a moment of silence, before he added.

"Also, I haven't murdered anyone. My aunt caught up to me, and told me that revenge was up to my Godmother. So we waited in the car, and left when my Godmother came back. "

"You were still willing to go far enough for revenge murder, to track him into a different country, from Quebec! How long were you following him!"

"This coming from the guy who trains Assassins. "

"I've said it before, and I'll say it again. You are a terrifying child. "

Jasper Growled, possibly at Desmond calling him a child, then his eyes began glowing white, and he began to shake.

"Nonononononoooooo!" Jasper cried, and fell over

"What the hell is happening!" Desmond shouted, grabbing at Jasper, before his head hit the concrete.

Suddenly Cortana appears. Well, not really, but there was something distinctly unreal about her. She looked almost transparent, and hard to make out, and suddenly all these images were shooting through his head. It was like walking into the last half an hour of a movie, and everything was completely out of context. He strained to hear anything he felt she was saying, but his ears were ringing, and felt like they were bleeding.

When he regained control of his senses, he realized they were in a plane, that Jasper was sitting in the pilot's seat, frozen in terror."

" Did you just kidnap me!" He demanded ,outraged.

"The voice in my head kept telling me the world would end, and that part of preventing it involved kidnapping you to go dig up something in a graveyard for her. "

"I'm already teaching my students in Italy to be with my mother while she is in a coma! I don't have time to go around desecrating graves with my kidnapper!" He shouted, not bothering to wipe away the tears.

Jasper turned to look at Desmond with a dead look on his face. "I don't know how to fly Jets." He said, calmly.

"What." Desmond said flatly, feeling a chill go down his back.

"I am not flying this jet." He turned back to face the window, and it occurred to Desmond that they were both screwed.

He walked over to Jasper and hugged him. Jasper stiffened, and awkwardly patted his back when he began to cry.

They sat there in their own world, until the Jet began to shake.

"I'd say it was nice knowing you, but I would be lying, because all of our encounters have been really bizarre."

He told Jasper, positive they were about to die. As last words went, they weren't too bad.

"Same to you, assassin teacher."

They huddled together on the floor together, as the shaking increased.

He didn't know how long they were down there, before the shaking finally stopped.

There was silence for a moment, before Desmond asked what they were both thinking.

"Are we somehow alive?"

"If this is dead, then I'm going to file a complaint."

"That seems so underwhelming."

"Yah" he mumbled,  going to open the door. Then his eyes lit up again, and he began to shake.

"DESMOND MILES! " Jasper shouted in a strange voice. "FOLLOW!"

Desmond followed the possessed Jasper, without a word. Frankly, some things are bonding experiences ,and huddling together on the floor of a possessed jet, waiting for the end, was probably one of them.

Finally, the possessed Jasper reached the spot he needed, commanded them to dig.

Jasper fell to the ground  twitching and stuttering. Much as Desmond wanted to help, he decided to dig, lest the ghost/Cortona thing come back to possess the poor kid again.

When Jasper finally seemed to come to, Desmond still hadn't found whatever the hell they were supposed to be looking for. Jasper suggested they widen the hole.

He got a rock, and began scraping the sides .

"I really wish we had a shovel." Desmond told Jasper.

"It can't be Too too deep. Right... There's probably a coffin under here."

"Lets hope."

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As it turns out, digging holes on Connor Davenport's grave, in an old abandoned graveyard, leaves a lot of time for talking. Or awkward silence.

Desmond breaks it with a question.

"So, how did you get to the farm, all those years ago?"

Jasper turns to with a confused look, and mouths 'farm?'

"I don't know why it's called that. "

"Well, as I told you, I followed him.

I'm good at finding people."

"You tracked him down, and followed him onto the plane?"

"Yes"

"How did you avoid being seen?"

"I don't like to question it ,really. Takes all the fun out of it."

"Weren't your parents worried?"

"Why would my parents be worried?"

"Why wouldn't they?"

"Well my family probably is worried , but they've grown a tad resigned to my... Adventures I guess. My parents are probably working, and Mom probably hasn't even noticed yet. "

"Nothing about your Dad."

"He works on a submarine."

"And your mom."

"I don't know. Usually when she's home, she is busy. "

"I see. It reminds me a bit of my dad. We've had a strained relationship for, well, a long time now."

"And your mom?"

"I have a good relationship with my mom. But, she's been in a coma inside the animus for a while now, and I don't know if she's going to wake up. "

"I'm sorry about that. You must miss her."

"Yes."

Desmond didn't feel like talking anymore. Jasper didn't either, and it was kind of nice.

----

They knew they had definitely found whatever it was they were looking for, when Jasper  picked up a decent sized clump of dirt to break apart , and his eyes went white.

"IF YOU MOVE FAST AND GET THE APPLE, YOU MAY YET RESCUE YOUR FATHER WITH NO LOSSES OF LIFE." He shouted in the strange voice.

Then his eyes stopped glowing, and he collapsed.

"Jazz." Desmond tried shaking him "Jasper."

Honestly, he wasn't surprised at the collapse. They had been digging holes for hours, and who knew when the last time the kid had eaten was.

Desmond broke the clump, to find some sort of jewelry , and put it in his pocket.

He picked up Jasper, or tried to. For all he called him kid, Jasper was pretty tall, and well muscled. God this was going to be awkward.

He considered trying to fly the jet, but really did not want to be flying in a possessed vehicle ever again.

"God I hope you wake up soon." He pleaded to Jasper, before picking a direction, and walking .

----

Jasper did eventually wake up. He groggily told Desmond that whatever was possessing him, wanted Desmond to sacrifice himself to the sun gods to save the world and free her.

"What?"

" I think that translation works. It gets kind of hard to remember. Also the world is ending on my birthday."

"Happy birthday. "

"It's not tell December. December 21."

"Mine is on March 13."

"I'll be sure to buy you a present now, for when the world ends."

"Make it a survival kit. "

"And what are you getting me for mine."

"Is sacrificing myself to the sun gods to save the world not enough?"

"I would rather you come to my 16th birthday."

"Are we friends?"

"I think so. We've already had an  adventure, why not plan for more."

"Let's not have one like this again. "

"Or at least remember to bring food."

"We could try to catch something. I know how to clean fish at least. "

"That's not the same thing."

"It's something."

"Do we have any tools? Or will we have to throw rocks?"

"I have my hidden blade. And a few throwing knives."

"Can you hit anything with those?"

"Yes"

"I bet I can do better. Give me some."

"Arrogant"

"My cousin is a professional javelin thrower. We throw other things for the challenge too."

"Let's see you throw one then."

Desmond had to admit, he wasn't bad. But he was a teacher, and could think of many ways to improve Jasper's technique.

They were doing well in their track through the woods. Jasper's aim was improving, they had water and fish, and he was getting better at cleaning small animals with his hidden blade.

They were probably hopelessly lost, but it was better for morale If they focused on the positives. Like that their trap had caught a bunny.

Jasper was looking up at the sky, with a frown on his face.

"Tabarnak "

"What is it?" Desmond asked, but as he joined Jasper in looking at the sky , it was obvious. Early snow.

He looked at Jasper's black sweater, and down at his white one. Good for heavy weather, but not meant to be worn in snow. These sweaters would retain the water they soaked up, until they dried out.

"We're fucked" he announced to Jasper, who nodded.

---

"Would layers work?" He asked Jasper, who looked up confused.

"What layers?"

"Like if I gave you my sweater, would it keep yours dryish?"

Jasper frowned.

"Perhaps it might work for a little while, but Long term, everything would eventually soak through, I think. Besides, you would lose body heat when you gave it up, and it would feel colder when you put it back on. It would probably be smarter to keep the heat, and put up with the wetness."

"Got any ideas."

Jasper blushed hard.

"Sharing. But let's keep that as a last resort."

"Yah, I'm not into teenagers."

"I didn't mean it like that!"

Desmond laughed, as Jasper's face got redder and redder, the longer he laughed.

In reality, it wasn't too much of a stretch to go from huddling in fear on a jet, thinking they were going to die, to huddling together for warmth in the snow.

Eventually, salvation of sorts shows up when Jasper's eyes glow, and he grabs his hand and begins leading him  by the arm. Desmond's not sure how long they walked, long into the night, and the grey sky doesn't seem to get much lighter. His feet have gone numb, and he's walking on autopilot when Jasper drops, and Desmond looks up to see a gas station.

He doesn't have any cash on him, but thankfully he has his bank card and credit card.

He walks in, dragging Jasper behind him.

"I will pay you , if you give us a ride to the airport."

The lady at cash is staring at them bemused.

Oh right. They probably stink because the water got too cold to bathe in. And they hadn't had a change of clothes in ages. He's gotten nose blind to the smell, though he could tell it really bugged Jasper, though he never whines about it.

And they looked pretty gross.

How long had they been missing, anyways?

"Um, what day is it?"

"It's December the fifth."

"Oh. That was longer than we thought. " A lot longer than he thought.

Her eyebrows shoot up, and she looks on the verge of asking.

"Trust me. You really don't want to know how our day went. It was absolutely awful, and we were hopelessly lost. "

"I see a lot of strange things here.  Don't worry about it."

"I want to drink some Gatorade, and anything hot you have here. Then I'm going to go wash up in the bathroom."

"Tell you what, stay the night, take a shower, and I'll drive you to the airport in the morning."

"Thank you! No, really, thank you!"

Desmond could hug her. Well metaphorically. She probably wouldn't take one right now.

"No problem. Your friend there is... just sleeping, right.

"Yah, he's just pretty exhausted."

Hopefully.

----

Jasper woke up in the car, disoriented and speaking French. And although Desmond had picked up something from living with him for a few weeks in the middle of nowhere, he was speaking too fast for that to matter.

"Calm down Jasper. This nice girl named Marcy, is going to put us up  for the night, and give us a lift."

"Whaa-"

"Just think. Hot showers!"

"That sounds so nice right now."

"Doesn't it?"

"Mmm" Jasper agreed, then dozed off again.

The shower was heaven. So was the Meat pie she cooked for them, and fruit salad the next day.

Their clothes had been washed, they were clean, and fed, and even caffeinated. Desmond felt better than he had in a long time.

Desmond left her $300 for her generosity.

She gave him a kiss on the cheek, and slipped a paper into his pocket.

He wondered if in another life, he might have just stayed there. Kept Jasper, and Lived at Marcy's house, and settled into something domestic.

It was a nice thought. But he had other people in his life who needed him now. Students, and friends, and a possibly kidnapped Father to rescue. He was an assassin, and he was happy with that.

Jasper dosed on his shoulder on the plane, a far cry from the beginning where he had stiffened at Desmond so much as tapping him.

Desmond watched the clouds for a bit, and appreciated that this one had a living pilot, before joining his friend in sleep.

Amalia was keeping watch when they got back.

"Where did you go!" She demanded, sounding furious.

"Did you know we thought you had been kidnapped!"

"Well, you're not wrong. Only it wasn't by Templars, so much as... Well a ghost, I guess. Umm... It was way weirder than that actually. It wanted me to retrieve this." He held up the necklace, as If that would explain everything .

"Kidnapped by a ghost. Do you have any Idea how ridiculous that sounds! And who is that?" She pointed to Jasper.

"That's Jasper. Who is apparently able to be possessed by ghosts. He came here to find out why I was sending him... What was it you called it..."

"Bizarre and terrifying spam."

"Yah. Which made no sense, as I haven't been on my email in forever.

Next thing I know his eyes glowed, and we woke up on a jet, that no one was flying. We presume it was the Alien ghost lady, and thought we were going to die when it landed."

"I'm still not totally sure this isn't just your bizarre way of taking a vacation."

"Would I really do that?" Desmond asked, a bit hurt. "Also, If that was a vacation, then I never want another one for as long as I live. "

Amalia laughed at that.

"How is mom?" he asked, carefully.

Amalia got a weird look on her face.

"Well she is awake... But she isn't herself."

"Brain damage ?"

"Perhaps. But it seems that the personality of Altair is the one in charge. She only speaks Arabic now , to start with. So... Nope, nothing I could say would be funny or helpful in this context... I'm sorry Desmond."

'Mom' was incessantly interested now in finding the apple of Eden.

Which wasn't a bad thing, as it would apparently be needed to save his father sometime down the road... According to the ghost possessing Jasper, who also insisted things like the world was ending soon.

Even with all that going on, Desmond still trained his students, and even added Jasper to the group. Jasper seemed pretty confused about this, and still occasionally gave him 'why the hell are you doing this' looks, but for the most part, had gotten with the program.

Bizarrely enough ‘'Mom' had found an Apple of Eden in Italy , and had gone on a one woman rampage to free Father, despite the ransom call not even coming yet, and nobody even telling her he was missing or where he had last been seen.

"We have a theory for how we might put your mom back in the pilot seat."

Amalia told him one day.

"Really?"

"Well, the Animus explores genetic memories, right?"

"Yah..."

"So, it could be possible to let her explore her own memories?"

"That's... Not a bad theory. You would still have to get her back in the chair."

Apparently they took that as a challenge.  Mom was back in the chair.

Around the 18th , Jasper stormed in, eyes glowing again.

"MILES! EXPLAIN"

"I want my mother back."

"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN AMERICA!"

"I am right where I am supposed to be."

Whatever was possessing Jasper, threw its hands up, and turned to his father.

"PERHAPS YOU WILL BE MORE COMPLIANT" it told him, before touching him, and causing him to twitch and spasm.

If that thing thought Desmond's father was more cooperative then him, it had another thing coming.

They left the cave, and Desmond realized he still had the jewelry they had gone grave digging for.

"I thought you were kidding." Amalia confessed, staring at him. "That was way creepier than you let on."

"I think we will need to catch up with them." He told her, holding up the necklace.

Finding a place you have never been to within four days was not a realistic task.

They were together in America when it started.

"Oh. Oh my god!" She cried out looking at the sky."

"Happy birthday Jasper." Desmond called out, before they left to find shelter.

---

They survived. A lot of former cities were dead silent now, but they were alive.

"What do we do?" Amalia asked, a dead look in her eye, as she looked at the remains of a car.

"We find survivors." Desmond began, feeling determined. "It doesn't matter whether they are Assassins, Civilians, or Templars now, what matters is that we are survivors."

Amalia looked at him. It was different then the looks she normally gave him as a teacher. This was the look of a follower to a leader.  Loyalty and trust, and would die for you.

"Yes. We will."

Together they began their search.

---

For another AU check my other account Rk-ocs, for the fic "Burn like the sun"

[plaidpyjamas]

fuck it, Avengers Dead Dove Do Not Eat fic idea/outline

This is mainly an AU for my Avengers OC Desmond - he grew up in a lab and has a regenerative mutation because of it. In his main story/universe, Tony and Pepper unofficially adopt him and his life is able to finally turn around. The set up is the same here, except that Tony Stark is a Monster with Too Much Power I can try and write it as an "x reader" fic if people want, but portions of it do hinge on Desmond and his own origin story, plus I'd need a beta reader to go through and swap pronouns over. Anyway here's some quick thoughts on the fic, laying down a little bit of groundwork as far as Desmond's situation goes. I can't guarantee I'll actually write it though hhhhh TW: NON-CON (the focus is Desmond's sexual assault at the hands of Tony & Bruce), transphobia, and probably a whole load of other stuff if I do write it

DARKFIC – Tony x Desmond x Bruce Non-con, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

Desmond is taken in by Tony around the same time [somewhere around Avengers2012?]

Because of all the tech and money Tony has provided SHIELD he’s gained too much freedom and power – no one is really able to stop him from doing what he wants, because he could rip away nearly all of SHIELD’s resources at this point

What Tony wants, in “adopting” Desmond, is a plaything (he also brings Bruce into it- he's in this weird limbo where he still joins Tony in assaulting Desmond, but he apologizes nearly the entire time, which makes Desmond feel worse)

 Fury feels partly responsible for what Tony (and by extension Bruce) is doing to Desmond – he’s unable to do anything and the guilt eats at him - Fury's constant apologizing and trying to “make it up to him” just makes Desmond feel worse (are you noticing a trend)

Pepper is also trapped – first in her job and now in her marriage w/ Tony – she and Desmond, while living together and going through the same things, aren’t able to do anything to help each other, aside from sympathetic glances now and then (Tony doesn’t allow them together unsupervised maybe?)

Pepper tries to comfort Desmond when she can - by making him food or other small things. She genuinely cares about Desmond, but is really doing these small things for him so she doesn't have to think about her own suffering

Tony won't let Desmond get any of the gender affirming surgeries he wants - claims it's simply not possible with his healing abilities and won't let him talk about it past that - Tony really just wants more control over him (potential forced pregnancy?)

Tony does not allow Desmond to see Loki at all, so sadly that relationship never has a chance

Luckily though he does still meet Bucky - they keep their friendship a secret and Bucky really wants to do something about Desmond's situation but he can't without risking Desmond losing his one single solitary genuinely safe place (Bucky's room) so he's stuck just trying to comfort Desmond and be there to put him back together whenever he needs

Steve either does not notice all of this or he is in denial, so Desmond can't go to him (there has been at least one incident where Desmond felt safe enough to vent a bit to Steve - Tony knew everything by dinner that night, rip)

Steve's unwillingness or inability to see how awful Tony is towards Desmond and Pepper causes a rift between him and Bucky

Potential happy/bittersweet ending - Bucky somehow manages to help Desmond escape and they flee to.....idk somewhere. Maybe they're just on the run from then on. Maybe they go to Wakanda? Maybe Shuri and T'challa take them in and hide them?

I really want to try and find a way to work Loki into this, since he's such an important character in Desmond's canon universe, but idk how I'd go about doing that - unless!!!!! Thor finally catches wind of what's happening and offers to take Desmond to Asgard (Bucky too cause he's not leaving this poor guy all by himself). I guess that could still happen, but it could be like a failed escape attempt? And after that, Loki gets involved in trying to help Desmond or something? I'm hesitant to give Desmond more people who want to help - I feel like that makes it less dark? And if I write this thing I'm going whole-hog like it's gonna make me sick to write it I bet lmao someone help me

idk I haven't really thought about a coherent plot line, just this absolute nightmare scenario lmao

anyway if this sounds like something you'd wanna read please tell me!!! I have so many ideas for this but I don't wanna write and post it if nobody wants it, yknow?

[marchtooctober]

Spy x Family: Sunshine Smile

(very short story); added picture for visual

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Loid kept pacing around with his fingers pinching the space between his nose and temple.

"What the heck Twilight! Would it hurt you to take a seat for once instead of circling around?!" Franky said in a burst, annoyed with Loid's footsteps.

"Fine. Satisfied?" Loid replied as he settled down the sofa.

There's only a week left before the "anniversary". It's been a year since he "married" Yor and built his fake family. His mission regarding Desmond and the cold war proved to be slower than he expected. They're all still here. The Forger family is yet to be abolished.

"Just what is it you're being problematic about that you can't even stay in one place?" Franky inquired.

"My fake wedding anniversary with Yor is next week. I have to make some sort of public show to prevent our neighbors from suspecting us." Loid answered after a sigh.

"What? Just that? As if that's ever a problem with a deception master like you."

"I guess things will simply go smoothly with usual planning. It's just that..."

"Just what?"

"It should not only make an impact to the people around us but also to Yor. It should suit her taste..." Loid continued as he looked at the ceiling.

"You're minding her too much."

Loid jerked his head back. He was taken aback by Franky's words. Although not facing him, Loid could feel Franky's suspecting stare. As much as he wanted to talk back, he couldn't figure out his own reason.

Meeting and "marrying" Yor seems like fate. Though no way he would directly express how much Yor meant for his mission, he wanted to fairly compensate her. Perhaps he's being too much? Was he making Yor uncomfortable but failed to notice? Loid's mind was suddenly in a panic. He tried to justify in thought everything he's done until now.

After a short awkward silence, Franky spoke once again.

"It's only for appearances sake. I'm pretty sure your wife will be pleased with anything. So why the-"

Franky was suddenly cut off when they heard happy laughter coming in. Yor and Anya just arrived after walking Bond.

"Scruffy!" Anya cheered upon seeing Franky.

"Yes, young miss! It's me! Look what I got you this time!"

Franky got up from his seat and took out some ambiguous toy device that he came up with again. Loid watched as Franky and Anya get loud with their own fun. He almost zoned out if not for Bond and Yor coming to his view.

"Loid?"

"Oh! Y-Yor? Welcome back. How's your walk?" Loid responded, focusing on Yor.

"It was nice. Bond and Anya played fetch the whole time. By the way, I bought us some tart."

"Thanks. Shall we set the table?"

"Yes."

During dinner, Loid was noticeably more silent. Anya, who had been rambling with Franky about Spywars, picked up Loid's troubled thoughts.

"Papa," Anya started.

"Hm?"

"I will..."

"You'll what?"

"I'll watch Berlint In Love tonight and "learn" like Becky."

Loid blinked at her, barely digesting both his food and Anya's words.

"Ah... Okay. Good luck with that?" He only managed to reply.

Franky immediately left after dinner. Anya who was surprisingly tired, didn't bother to wait for the tv drama and headed off to bed. Yor did likewise after doing the dishes. With Loid being the only one left up, he seated himself. He is nowhere near getting asleep and decided to turn on the tv for the late night news.

"Might as well..." He mumbled while drying his hair with a towel.

But instead of news, what greeted him was a cheesy romantic music. Berlint In Love is still on.

Good thing Anya missed this. It's way late in the evening and nothing good for her to see. Loid thought.

He was about to turn it off and give sleep a try but something fascinating caught his attention.

"...Dear! I don't need all the luxury of the world! I don't care about the surprise. I just want you by my side." The lady on screen said in so sweet a tone that Loid imagined a certain person saying the same words to him.

"Oh, but honey! I only want to make you happy!" A guy in a simple working suit replied with the same intensity.

The lady's wardrobe doesn't scream extravagance but dressed enough to be distinguished as part of higher society. Bursting into tears, she threw her arms to her lover.

"Please trust me when I say so. You're all that I need! Whatever you do for me, I am happy. That's for sure..."

Finally the two blissfully walked by the shore, hand in hand while basking in the fading twilight. The dramatic scene kept playing on Twilight's mind over and over again that he couldn't focus on the news afterwards. Finding it unproductive, Loid turned off the tv and went off to sleep. As the scene repeats itself on Loid's mind, Franky's words echoed.

"You're minding her too much."

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Days have passed and Loid still struggled with a main plan he can stick with. In observation, he noticed that lately his neighbors have been going home from their respective walks between 5 and 7 pm. And so he's been considering to leave within the timeframe so as to deliberately run into them and portray that he and Yor are one adorable couple.

Amusement park? No. Given Yor's schedule, she'll already be tired from work. Eat out? Seems fine but she might be bored with it already. Lake cruise? But the travel time doesn't make it worthy. Opera? Gallery? Ugh! I can't even settle with at least three options! Loid's brain was about to go busted. He's not usually like this. In frustration, he finished his remaining crepe with a bite and threw the trash in the bin. He felt Yor's gaze.

The eyes that are always brightened by radiant spirits met Loid's. Yor smiles and Loid smiles back, a reflex that Loid gradually enjoyed.

"The crepes were good, right? It was greatly recommended by my coworkers."

"Yes."

"We should take Anya next time. She'll like it."

"Yes, sure." Loid responded with a smile.

He watched as Yor turned away and started fixing her scarf. He thought how unusual their "dates" have been. Things usually don't go the way he expect like when Yor settles in a weird mood, Yor drinking way too much, Yor having to leave early due to work-related emergency, Yuri suddenly visiting, and so on.

Looking back from the start, he's grateful that Yor is still with his family, with him. Grateful with everything she did and wondered how she was able to put up with him. Would it have been different with another? He didn't bother pondering on it further. He only knew one thing. It can only be her.

Franky's words resurfaced again. Loid didn't know what to feel. Lately he's been unsure of his attitude towards his "wife". All along, he thinks that he did everything like he used to with his past fake romances. But no. He's very wrong.

Yor must have felt the stare and turned around.

"Let's go home." She said.

It was as if time stopped. Suddenly, myriad of memories flashed through Loid's mind. Realization hit him hard.

Oh... I'm in love with Yor. For real.

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My contribution for LoiYor valentine 💕

[reapersynth]

hi, i'm here to beg for some oc lore. what are desmond's canon choices? what would desmond's and/or alexei's date on the citadel be like? how did desmond x alexei handle the earth detention? spare oc lore??? please i love them 🥺

oooh ty for the questions i love excuses to overshare about my space blorbos <3 and sorry it took me a hot minute to answer this, i'm currently battling demons (trying to get desmond's scars right via custom texture modding)

as far as desmond's canon choices go, I tend to play him as a paragon choice maker with renegade attitude/dialogue options (though he's more neutral-paragon coded in me1. in me2 he dies and comes back Pissed Off, so he has WAY more attitude in the other 2 games) so he makes "good" choices when it matters (saving the rachni and the destiny ascension, blowing up the collector base/defecting from cerberus at the first opportunity, brokering peace between the geth and quarians, etc) but he'll also be a little unpredictable and kick mercs out of skyscraper windows when he feels like it. as a treat

a date on the citadel... could go a couple different ways honestly hffdjhfdj because desmond hardly ever spends money on himself so he uses the absurd amount of credits he accumulates to spoil the people close to him with expensive favors <3 so I could totally see him abusing his spectre status to do the whole wine-and-dine thing with alexei someplace really hard to get reservations at on the citadel. but on the other hand he also likes to cook and hardly gets a chance to (he was taught by a former captain) so I could also see him putting anderson's apartment to use to cook dinner for alexei and just have a nice night in while also abusing his spectre status to get expensive imported ingredients and drinks 🫡

alexei is more adventurous and would be thrilled with a night out (even if that ends with coming back to the apartment for dinner) because she never gets a chance to explore or let loose and she's already enamored with the citadel in general, so a fun night hitting everything at the silversun strip and shopping and trying food from every possible food stand would make them ridiculously happy <3

and OH GOD the earth detention. I think about this a lot actually. it was so sucks for them because alexei was on the citadel for her own safety (and also tending to thane by helping him keep a low profile/secret identity while also trying to find a cure/treatment for his condition) and nobody was allowed to contact desmond so. yeah. it definitely drove them insane a little bit. and I like to think that someone at least took pity on desmond moping around and letting out a sad little sigh every now and then like a dog and found a way for them to secretly communicate, like maybe james would smuggle him a holopad or something. but that made earth's comms going dark when the reapers attacked terrifying for them both and alexei would have stolen a ship and jumped there herself if thane didn't talk her out of it. they hug for a VERY long time when the normandy finally docks at the citadel (and alexei literally monitored the alliance ports for every incoming vessel and nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the normandy had wounded onboard)

thank u again for the ask and sorry for my liberal application of parenthesis <3

[piracytheorist]

Macabre Theme and Variations (12/15)

Fandom: Spy x Family Word count: 6.6k for this chapter | 55k so far | 65k in total Rating: T Warnings: Non-permanent character deaths, graphic violence

Summary: Twilight wakes up. He works on his mission. He dies. He comes back and does it all over again. Each time a little different. (Inspired by the film Happy Death Day)

AO3 Read from the beginning: Tumblr | AO3

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Chapter 12: Da Capo al Coda pt.1

da capo al coda = from the beginning to the coda (= a passage that brings a piece of music to an end)

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Borf!

Loid vaults up on his bed, mouth wide open as his brain goes into overdrive.

It all makes sense. It took fourteen times overall to get everything out of Desmond, but the pieces are all coming together now.

He jumps up and runs to the corridor, stopping Yor from colliding with the wall just in time. She looks at him with her eyes half-closed and it takes all his discipline to not lift her up and spin her around, to not kiss her right there and then.

“Careful, the wall,” he says, his voice coloured by the wide smile on his face.

He runs back into his room, spending almost the entire next hour sending all the intel he has collected about Desmond's plans to HQ. It’s quite the list. They’ll no wonder ask where the hell he got all that information from in one single day. Considering the weight and mass of information, the Handler will pester him with questions about that, and whether she should worry about him being compromised. He might eventually have to come clean to her about the time loop so that she’ll vouch for him.

However, the focus today has to be on a different matter.

Tonight Pollux – and only Pollux – dies.

Twilight is putting an end to the loop, which means he has to treat today as any other day. He starts working out on the time he has left, but his thoughts keep going back to what he’s accomplished in the last fourteen repetitions.

He’s gathered enough to not only sabotage Desmond’s plans, but to also infiltrate meetings where future plans – and altered ones, since a lot of them will be cancelled after they’ve been thwarted – will be discussed.

He now knows exactly how to behave and what moves to make without ever raising a single suspicion.

Operation Strix is far from complete. However, with such knowledge attained, his standing as Loid Forger can continue for a much longer time than anticipated.

He can stay with them.

A laugh bubbles up his throat and he runs into Anya’s room.

Unable to stop himself, he picks her up in his arms.

“Anya! Anya, wake up!”

She stirs, struggling to open her eyes. She looks at him and yawns. “Papa?”

He yawns back and blinks the sleepiness from his eyes. He lifts her up in the air. “You just helped me almost complete Operation Strix!” he says in a low but delighted voice. “You were amazing!”

Her eyes narrow in confusion. She’s still too sleepy, but he cannot contain his excitement.

“You don’t have to worry about anything. I know about you, and I’m not giving you away. We can stay together.” He brings her closer to him, hugging her tight. “I love you.”

I know it’s confusing, but you gotta trust me on this, Agent Starlight. I will explain everything and you can rest assured I’ll do my best to keep this family together. I love you. I love you.

Anya finally wraps her arms around his neck, a sob shaking her shoulders.

“Are you alright?” he asks, softly.

“How… how do you know?”

To his great relief, she doesn’t sound scared anymore.

“You don’t remember this, but you told me yourself. You’ve been helping me with Desmond – the bad boss – and I’ll tell you all about it when it’s time. For now I want you to know that you don’t have to worry about anything.”

“Anya can stay?” she says, voice mixing with a smile and a sob.

“Anya can stay. And Papa can stay.” He starts rubbing soft circles on her back.

He can have that.

He can stay.

It will require some work, of course. Confessing to Yor about his identity and how he accidentally found out about hers, trying to convince her about his feelings, balancing things with Yuri…

Maintaining a happy family is not easy, but he’s happy to realize it’s worth it.

Even if his efforts lead to nothing.

“I’m sorry I woke you up, I just couldn’t restrain myself.” He looks at the clock. Six thirty, so not a lot of time left. “Do you want to go back to sleep?”

Anya shakes her head against his shoulder.

Some ice cream and the Spy Wars we have on tape?

“Yes!” she says, jumping back.

He sits next to her on the sofa, calmly observing her as she digs into her ice cream bowl, eyes stuck on the TV.

He allows himself to relax, slowly going through the days of the loop in his head. Learning about Anya, learning about Yor—

“So you know Mama is the Throne Princess, but she doesn’t know you know,” Anya whispers.

“The Thorn Princess, yes,” he says, but his mouth freezes open at the sight of Anya's suddenly horrified face.

Oh, no. Oh, NO.

What time is it?! It’s too early! Is she awake already?! We only whispered! How did she hear?!

The handle on Yor’s door moves slowly, carefully.

His throat goes dry at the realization of his mistake. He grew too accustomed to open honesty with Anya, he let his guard too down and errors emerged.

His heart is beating like a drum inside his chest. He looks at the corridor as if he’s watching a horror film, a feeling exacerbated by the creaking sound the door makes as it opens.

“Mama, no!” Anya says and jumps to stand in front of him.

Yor appears. Even from the distance he can see the shadows that cover her eyes. Her fingers are tight in a claw-like shape.

“Mama, don’t! It’s my fault!”

Loid swallows hard. His hands tense, automatically inching for anything to use as a weapon, at least to defend himself.

Instead, he raises them. “I—” he starts, voice shaking. “I won't report you, but I beg of you, let me go for today.” He's panting. “If you want to report me tomorrow – or if you even want to kill me, I'll understand. But it's of utmost importance I do what I need to do today.”

“Who are you?” Yor says in a voice that chills his blood. She starts walking and he cringes, fighting the urge to attack first before she lands any hit on him, but she only pulls Anya behind her. “Who are you?!”

“Mama, he’s a good guy,” Anya tries.

“Hush, Anya.” Her body is still like marble, but her face is burning in anger.

“Look, I already know, alright?” he starts, then swallows again. “I could have already reported you, but I haven’t. And I’m not going to. All I ask is for a chance to explain myself, and just—just implore you to wait today out. Let today go and tomorrow you can do whatever you want. Report me, kill me, take Anya away… just leave today in my hands, alright?”

“How do you know?” she seethes at him.

He clamps his mouth shut. She deserves an explanation, but…

“I told him,” Anya said.

Yor turns to her. “Told him what?” she snaps.

Anya shrinks under the gaze. “I can read your mind.”

All rage washes away from Yor’s face. Her eyes widen back to their usual size. She looks at Loid with a lost expression. “What?”

He slowly lowers his arms. “Yeah,” he says with an awkward smile. “We got a mind reader in the bunch.”

Yor looks away, shakes her head in confusion then turns back at him. “Did you know? Is she—wait, if you knew, but you didn’t report me—are you a spy?!”

Damn it.

He drops his arms completely and sighs. Better let it out at once. “Anya is not my biological daughter. I only adopted her a few days before you and I met. I didn’t know she can read minds until a few d—well, I guess yesterday, in a sense.”

Her eyebrows nearly stitch together. “What?!” she breathes.

“I know. It was as much of a shock to me as it is to you now.”

 Suddenly Anya starts sobbing, catching their attention.

Loid’s arms itch to reach for her and comfort her; but to Yor’s knowledge, this is usually her job.

Yor takes a few deep breaths, but eventually leans down and picks Anya up in her arms. She turns to glare at him. “Give me one reason, just one good reason, to not walk away right now and call the police on you.”

“No, Mama…” Anya says weakly.

“Hush.”

He clenches his hands into fists. “Because if you do, and I lose the advantage I currently have, a man will find me wherever the secret police will be keeping me and blow me up with a bomb. Then the day will reset, I will come back alive and you will have forgotten everything that just happened.”

She looks at him. “What are you talking about?”

“Papa’s been trapped in a time pool,” Anya says. “He lives the same day again and again.”

He looks at the clock. 06:47. “Look,” he says, turning on the radio. He recites the announcement, not only word-for-word, but with the same tonality as the announcer’s voice. The more he says, the more Yor’s eyes widen.

He rests his hand on the cabinet the radio is placed on. “I can recite the entire day’s news reports. Not because I have people inside the radio stations – because I can do that – but because this is the damned twenty-fourth time I live through this day. Every day – except for two times – I go to the theater for Anya’s performance. Both when I am there and when I’m not, a certain man who is strapped with explosives finds me, approaches me, and blows himself up with me. I only see the flash of the explosion and then I wake up in my bed, living through the same thing all over again.”

“Since when?” Yor asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Is this the only day that’s being repeated for you?”

“Yes. I don’t know why, or how. I doubted it myself, a lot. But after the third time I had no choice but to accept it was happening.”

“And you die? Every single time?” Her grip on Anya tightens.

He nods.

“And what about us? Do we also die?”

He clenches his jaw. “A few times you died too, yes. But you’ve always come back, not remembering anything.”

“And how do you stop it?”

“I’m not sure. My only guess is that if I catch my killer and survive, then the time will continue as it should.”

She is silent for a moment, looking away in thought.

Anya’s eyes perk up in interest, and suddenly Yor remembers what she was just told. “Anya? Are you reading my mind right now?”

Anya’s mouth cringes in a straight line.

“You knew who I was?! You knew about my real job?!”

She nods.

“How? Weren’t you scared? Why did you let me come here?”

“Yor…” Loid says softly. “Anya chose you.”

She turns to him. “What?” Back to Anya. “You chose me? Why?”

“Because you were cool, Mama.” Anya’s voice is small again.

“Cool,” Yor says and almost sobs. “Anya… No. I—I didn’t want you to know…”

“I know. But I’m not scared. I know you can protect me.”

Loid and Yor look at her for a moment, and for the first time Loid realizes that among the things Anya admired about them both from the beginning was how capable they’d be of protecting her.

She was just a little girl, wanting a family to love her and protect her from the evils this world could unleash upon her, if her powers were ever discovered.

Yor rubs Anya’s arm softly, then her face hardens when she turns to him.

He swallows hard again. He might actually be developing a stomachache by this point.

“Mama, don’t hurt him,” Anya pleads. “He cares for us.”

“Did he tell you who he was?” Yor says, turning to her. “Or did he just pretend to be a normal man and you knew everything only by reading his mind?”

Anya is silent.

Yor looks at him. “So you lied to her,” she tells him.

“I knew the truth!” Anya tries.

“It doesn’t matter, Anya,” Loid says. “I still chose to lie to you.”

“You adopted her for your job? You agreed to marry me for your job?”

A ton of excuses fly through his mind, but he rejects them all. Every single one of them have been trained into him with the purpose of manipulating situations and people so he’d get the optimal benefit for his missions.

Right now, he only wants Yor to know the truth.

“Yes.”

A few silent seconds pass until Yor speaks again. “And what are you going to do now? If you make time go normally again, and I wake up tomorrow remembering everything, what are you going to do?”

His breath catches at his throat as he feels his cheeks flush.

I want to try to convince you to give me another chance. Or a chance, as the case may be.

“I… I still have a job to do, but…”

“But then you’re going to leave.”

“No,” he says, trying to silence the voice in his head. “I want to stay here. With Anya, with you…”

Shut up, you’re sounding desperate. And ridiculous.

Yor’s eyes widen in disgust. She opens her mouth to say something, but then the radio chimes the hour.

“Right,” he says breathlessly. “I’m going to make us some breakfast.”

“Can't I play hooky today?” Anya says.

He shakes his head, adding a vocal “No,” as he makes his way to the kitchen.

“But there was a day that you took me out! You bought me so much ice cream! I had fun!”

The image of her beaming face that day comes to his mind.

She grunts. “I had so much fun!”

He closes his eyes.

Anya... stop.

“If I'm really meant to break the loop today, I need to minimize the consequences. I have to make sure there won't be a risk of another Tonitrus Bolt for you.”

Yor looks at him astonished. “Are you just going to play family man like nothing just happened?”

He shrugs, the now familiar feeling of defeat edging up in the corner. “I think whatever you want to clear out with me, it would be better to discuss while Anya isn’t here. I’ll make breakfast, she’ll go to school, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know. Or at least, enough to not put you in any danger.”

Over the past repeated days, he’s seen many versions of Yor. He’s seen her excited, happy, patient, sad, scared, determined, enamoured…

This is the first time that he sees her angry.

She’s controlling herself, however. She calls in sick at city hall, then sits patiently at the table and eats without commenting.

“Mama,” Anya starts. “Papa is—”

“No, Anya. I understand you care for him, but I don’t want to hear it from you. There are things you might not understand yet.”

“Are you going to hurt him?”

Yor looks up from her food and into Loid’s eyes. “If I decide you’re safer away from him, then I will file for a divorce and demand full custody of you. If that counts as hurting him…”

“No, Mama. Papa loves us.”

Loid chokes on his bite, feeling his entire face flush red.

“Does he, now?” Yor says and turns her eyes to her plate. “He has a weird way of showing it.”

“But—”

“Anya,” Loid says, coughing. “Don’t. This is my responsibility, alright?”

“But… you’re only together because of me. Because I chose you.”

They both pause, looking at her. He feels Yor’s gaze on him, but he doesn’t have the strength to face her right now.

He’s been reduced to pieces.

“It’s not your fault,” Yor says, her voice finally growing softer. “We are the adults here. It’s our job to clear things up.”

“If you didn’t know about my powers…”

“It would still be wrong,” Loid says. “We could never be together with so many lies between us.” He sighs. “In a way, I’m glad it’s all out. I was planning on telling you, though in a much more delicate manner so you wouldn’t freak out.”

He notices how she looks at him. Would there actually be any way of telling her without her freaking out just a little bit?

He doesn’t plan on finding out. This only gives him more incentive to put an end to this loop today.

“Anything to help your job, right?” Yor says curtly.

“This has nothing to do with my job. It’s a danger to my job that you know,” he can’t help defending himself.

She looks at him, and a vein pops on her hand when she grips her fork with a little more force than necessary.

“But I want you to know.” He looks at Anya, then back at her. “We can talk after Anya is gone, alright?”

“Don’t fight,” Anya says in a low voice.

I can’t promise that.

From Anya’s reaction, he guesses Yor had the same thought.

There’s a tense silence as the three go to their rooms to get dressed. He waits by the phone after calling in sick at the hospital too.

This day won’t reset. I’d better forge some papers claiming me and Yor were sick so that we won’t get in trouble.

Yor walks past him to the front door. She’s wearing casual clothes, then wraps a thin scarf around her neck as she puts on her coat.

She’s hiding. More from me than from the crowd.

Anya appears too and takes Loid’s hand as she pulls him towards Yor. His heart falls to his stomach at the realization that today he’s not in the position to kiss her hand before they leave.

“Anya,” he says. “The bus engine is going to take five times to start. Don’t panic, okay?”

“Yup.”

They walk out without another word. Before Anya steps onto the bus, she turns to them with worried eyes.

Loid gives her his best attempt at a smile.

It’s going to be alright. It’s not your fault.

Anya’s expression doesn’t change as she turns forward. She looks at them again through the window once she’s seated.

“It’s your big day today,” Yor says softly, an unsure smile on her face as well. “Try to think about that, okay?”

Anya nods, then looks at the bus driver when she notices how many times the bus takes to start.

Her face is still down as the bus takes her away.

“We’re going out, then?” Loid asks, turning to Yor once the bus is far enough for Anya to not hear.

“It’s for your own good,” Yor says. “Better to keep me away from any knives.”

She gives him a look that sends a shiver down his spine.

To his embarrassment, he realizes that shiver is not only from fear.

He sets his jaw straight, beckons her forward, and starts walking. “Shall we, then? Should I start or do you—”

“Who are you?”

He purses his lips. “I can’t tell you anything that might put you in danger.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“I know. But are you willing to risk that much just for that question?”

She doesn’t reply, but her face is enough of an answer.

Yes, she is.

“Are you that infamous, that such a simple question can cause an issue for me? You know who I am, how is it fair for me to not know about you?”

“It’s not. I wish I hadn’t learned about you the way I did.”

“Did Anya really sell me out like that?”

“It was an accident. She only said it because she thought I already knew. She was confused.” He sighs. “It was a lot to take in, the whole thing about the time loop, I mean.”

“It is a lot to take in. I’m still not perfectly sure I believe you.”

He pauses. “How would I know everything I said by now? How would I know the bus would take five times to start?”

“Because you have people in places,” she says, practically throwing his own words back at him. “But that’s not it. You… you look different.”

“It’s only been one day for you.” His voice is low. “So much has happened in the days I relived that I’m not exactly certain I remember who I was before that.”

“Wait,” she says and stops. Her lips part as she looks for the right words to say. “Did—did something… happen? During those days?”

“Something in particular?”

He might not be able to read her mind, but he can certainly read her expression. One single twitch of his lips and she’s almost gotten her answer.

“What did I do?” she asks.

He's quiet. He was not supposed to use that moment as leverage.

“What. Did. I. Do?!”

He swallows hard. “You kissed me. And... I kissed you back.”

She breathes out a gasp and looks away, her face going red.

Maybe I shouldn’t have been that honest?

No. She deserves to know.

“Did you trick me?”

“No,” he says weakly. “I—Well, I did play a part in causing some minor issue at the city hall so your department would be dismissed earlier in the day, so I could spend some time to make you happy that day.”

“And you… you flirted with me?”

“No, uh, well…” Dancing with her doesn’t really qualify as flirting, but considering the emotions that drove that action of his… “We just spent some time together, took a walk, went to that park you like. You seemed so thankful for that break and I started telling you about the loop.”

“You told me?” The embarrassment on her face starts lifting.

“I didn’t know about who you really were then. I just felt so grateful you were with me in that moment.”

“Why?”

“Huh?” He’s almost taken aback by her curt question.

“Why that moment in particular?”

His stomach twists in knots. “Because the day prior to that you found me bleeding to death. The killer had shot me that time. I asked you to stay with me and you held me. And then, the day after, I… I just wanted to make you feel happy.” And you told me you’re already happy. “And when we were at the park, and I told you about what I was experiencing, you were so kind and understanding… and then you kissed me.”

She sighs, clutching at the strap of her handbag. “And you kissed me back.”

Her voice is a little softer now, but still harsh enough to feel like he's being punched in the gut.

“Yes,” he says.

“Why did you?”

His hand closes into a relaxed fist. His mouth feels dry.

“Was that also for your cover, or do you really...?”

“It was not for cover. My mission was nowhere in my mind in that moment. I just realized that, after you kissed me... I wanted to feel that again.” He looks at her, her stiff look feeling cold upon the layers he just exposed.

“And then? What happened?”

“You offered to help me catch the killer. I didn’t want you involved in that risk, so I refused. But you still tried to help me. I…” Out with it. “I had snipers set to kill him, but he had found that out and killed them one by one. The last one left started panicking, and shot at the wrong moment.” He looks away. “The killer pushed you in the bullet’s trajectory and you died.”

“I attacked him?”

“Yes.”

“And I didn’t manage to kill him?”

He looks back at her. It feels surreal, to have such a discussion with Yor. Yor.

“He’s good. He’s really good. And that sniper will go in for re-training once this loop is over.”

“And what did you do when I died?”

I lost it. “I didn’t really have much of an advantage against him. I let him approach me and kill me. You were completely unharmed when the day reset.”

“But I had forgotten everything.”

“Yeah.”

Her face relaxes, but she keeps her gaze on him. “You still haven’t answered, you know. My very first question.”

He scratches the back of his neck. “It’s a complicated question. If you could break it down in parts—”

“What’s your real name?”

Oof.

He opens his mouth in an effort to say something, anything, but she interrupts him with another question.

“Are you even from this country?” Thankfully, it’s said in a whisper.

“No.” His throat is tense. It almost hurts to swallow now.

“You’re from the west.”

He nods.

“Alright. So you don’t have any connections to this place. I mean, family and friends.”

“No.” He bites his cheek. “Do you remember what I told you, the night after Yuri’s first visit?”

She tenses. “That you don’t have any family or friends, aside from Anya.”

He nods. “That was true. And Anya… well, at that point, she was still just an asset to my mission.”

“And now she’s not?”

He sighs heavily. “Not anymore.” And neither are you.

The corners of her lips cringe back. “You didn’t accept Yuri just out of respect. You only did it because you needed to keep me as your wife.”

Tell her. Tell her, you bastard, that you only accepted him because you thought he’d be useful for information. She deserves to know everything.

Not that. That’s not my secret to tell.

“Yes,” he says. “But I meant what I said then. I know you love and care for each other, and honestly, I can’t fault Yuri. I… I can only dream how different my life would have been, if I’d had someone to look after me the way you looked after him.”

“Where are they? You must have had someone, growing up. You told me about your mother once.”

“They died in the war.” His words feel like blades scraping at his throat. “I was left alone, at an age way too young for anyone to lose everything.” He looks at her, struggling to keep a neutral face. “Don’t you wonder what I’m doing here? Why I’ve made all those choices that are now making you look at me like this?”

She blinks, controlling her face, suddenly aware of how many emotions it has been betraying.

“There’s constant threat of war breaking out again. We haven’t truly had peace after the last one ended. Ever since then, I’ve been doing everything I can to stop it from happening again.”

“And how do Anya and I come into all this?”

“I needed a family as my cover. I’m sure you understand that,” he says, but regrets his tone when Yor’s eyes darken again.

“I might have lied about my job, but I never lied about me,” she says. “I don’t even know who you are. I thought you were a widower who wanted the best education for his daughter. That you agreed to marry me because you trusted me and wanted to help me, not because you wanted to use me. And I used you too, in a way, but—I thought you were patient with my brother because you were just patient. But you were just using me all this time.” She stops walking, and her mouth drops open. “Everything you’ve ever told me… it was to keep me with you, not because you cared, but because it helped your mission.”

“No…” he breathes.

“Is it not true?”

He mumbles, lost for words. He closes his eyes and breathes in, then out. “It is. But not everything I’ve told you is a lie.”

“Great. Let’s go down the list then, shall we?” She starts walking again, but the way her voice breaks makes him feel unwelcome to follow her.

She’s heartbroken, and for the first time, she’s actually taking it out on the person responsible.

He runs after her.

“You have every right to not believe me, but being with you has changed me.”

“Right.” The sob is now audible in her words. “Because I’m that special.”

“That’s not what I meant. Yor. I’ve…” Damn it. Spit it out. “I’ve been in many relationships with women for the sake of my missions.”

He doesn’t miss the way her face cringes at that.

“But it was always, always, based on lies. What we had… it was the first time I felt I didn’t have to convince you of my fake feelings. We both knew the marriage was only on paper and I—I didn’t have to pretend so much. And I just had no idea how much that would make me expose things about myself.”

“What do you mean?”

“You remember how Master Swan had treated you during Anya’s interview? I wasn’t supposed to get upset, but I did, I was angry, because he was being crass and hurt your feelings. And Anya’s.”

She pauses, apparently going back and remembering what happened. She lowers her gaze. “So almost punching that man wasn’t part of the plan.”

“No, no,” he says with a mirthless chuckle. “That almost ruined the entire mission.”

 “You mean to tell me you almost failed your mission because your feelings got the best of you?” She turns to him, her face accusatory, but it slowly softens as she realizes the actual meaning of her conclusion.

“I don’t want to list all the things I happened to be honest with you about. I don’t want to rig the scales in my favour. I want this to be your choice, whether to trust me again or not.”

“Again?” she says and purses her lips. “The man I trusted doesn’t even exist, does he?” After a pause, she says, “But Anya trusts you. If she’s read your mind, then she knows who you are. What did she see that made her trust you?”

It’s a genuine question. He hopes it’s not just his imagination that makes him hear the Give me something to trust you for part in her words.

“She knows what the war cost me. And she knows that I’ve dedicated my life to preventing anyone else from going through the same thing, as much as it is in my power.” He hums. “We had a rocky start too, me and her. I didn’t want to involve her, but she chose me, over and over.”

“You said you learned about her powers yesterday?”

“Technically, thirteen repetitions of this day ago. In the yesterday you remember I didn’t know.”

Her voice turns to ice. “And what exactly have you been doing since you found out?”

He pauses. “Yor…”

“Have you used her?”

“She offered…” he sounds tired. He feels tired, exposed.

Her eyes burn again.

One step forward, two steps back.

“I know it wasn’t right. It wasn’t right from the beginning. But Yor, she knew.”

“She’s a little kid. She doesn’t understand the world the way we do.”

“I gave her the chance to leave, to find a better family to adopt her. But she stayed with me, Yor.” His voice breaks. “I didn’t even know it, but she has been helping me all along.”

“That’s all the more reason to not involve her any further.”

“She was never in any danger. I made sure of that.”

“Does it matter? She is six.”

Probably younger.

“You are right. I don’t know what else to say. I almost entirely hated that I was taking that option… but the ends have justified my means for so long that accepting Anya’s offered help seemed a small sacrifice in the long run.”

“Would you do it again, knowing what you know now?”

 He doesn’t dare speak. His guilt-ridden silence is enough of an answer.

She straightens. “What would you do if I filed for a divorce and asked for full custody?”

“I wouldn’t stop you. If there’s one of us Anya deserves to have in her life, it’s you.”

“Even though it would compromise your mission?”

Them leaving is what would make it easier, in fact. “In all those days that were repeated, I almost completed the mission that required me to create this family. In technical terms, there's no reason for me to keep it. If we get a divorce and you take Anya, it would only make it easier for Loid Forger to disappear and for me to continue on to new missions. If I get through this day and manage to break the loop, you'll be free to go and I won’t be coming after you.” He takes a breath, and when he speaks again, his voice is softer. “But I will ask you once, to give me a chance.”

“A chance?”

“In a way, I'm relieved that you know everything, because now it's your choice whether to stay or not; I'm not going to trick you into staying. And I don't want to wake up in a tomorrow where you don't know about me.”

“Wait… you want me to stay? You want me to remember?”

Say it. Say it, come on. “Yes. I would like you to stay with me, if you want to, of course.”

“What exactly happened after I kissed you that day?”

“You said you didn’t want to forget that day. I think this was why you fought the killer, to give yourself a chance to remember it. I told you I wished I could have you by my side through it all.” He sighs. “And you told me to find you as you were in that moment.”

Her face softens as red colors her cheeks and tears form in her eyes.

“I meant all that I said then. I want you by my side. I want to be a man that deserves you and Anya. But you're free to your choice. I just ask for a chance to build a better choice of me.”

She closes her eyes and breathes in.

Is she fighting back her tears?

How he wishes he could reach and wipe them away.

“I still need my camouflage. What are you going to do if I stay, but only as your pretend wife?”

“I’ll be happy knowing Anya has both of us in her life. But what I want more is for you to be happy too. If you find yourself miserable with me…”

“I was happy…” a sob breaks out of her. “But now I don’t know…”

“You don’t have to decide immediately. Yor,” he says, struggling to not let the lump in his throat sound in his voice. “You can stay for as long as you like. And if you decide you want to actually be with me… I’ll be right here.”

She takes a deep breath, composing herself. “Doesn’t that compromise you? Isn’t your mission important?”

“I’m already compromised. It’s already happened. I’m only choosing to give in to my feelings before they make me do something I’ll regret.”

“Like what?”

He sighs. “I don’t know. Aren’t we humans unpredictable?” He finally composes his face. “I’ve been denying my feelings from the beginning. During this time loop, all of you have tried to save me; Anya, you, even Bond! When I saw how much it impacted me, to see you die even though I woke up and everything was fine again, I knew I couldn’t lie to myself anymore.” He looks into her eyes. “I want to fight for what we’ve built. I want to stay, and I want to deserve my place in it.”

“I…” Her lower lip starts trembling.

“You don’t have to answer right now. Take your time. For now, all I need is for you to not report me.”

“You don’t mind my job?”

“Well, I was shocked to find out exactly whoyou were. But I’m not one to judge, and as of now your job hasn’t gotten in the way of my missions. Unless that changes…”

“What will you do then?”

His lips form a thin line. “Talk it out?”

“Are you serious?”

He huffs. “Even if I didn’t know you can take me in hand-to-hand combat, I don’t think I’d have the heart by now to fight you.”

Her eyes widen.

“If things went really far I’d probably be able to fight it, but I’d hate myself for the rest of my life.”

She spends a few moments looking into his eyes, her expression going from shock to confusion and finally reluctant acceptance.

All the while he’s fighting the urge to lean in and kiss her.

“I want you to show me what we did that day,” she says. “The day I kissed you.”

He nods, remembering his promise to give her that day again.

A promise he won’t keep, after all. Nothing he does today can make her as happy as she was then.

“It won’t be until early in the afternoon for that.”

“What? Why?”

He smiles innocently. “I want to show you something that happens at a specific time.”

She thinks for a moment, then shrugs. “Fine. Should we head back home?”

He nods and instinctively reaches out his elbow to her. She looks at it, then back at his face, and he retrieves it as his face flushes red.

Halfway home, she speaks again.

“You know my secret name. It’s only fair I know yours.”

It’s like a hand wraps around his throat, stopping him from saying it out loud. No matter how many things he accepts about himself, that part of training has stayed strong in him.

No part of his job was ever pleasant. He accepted that a long time ago.

But back then he didn’t have anyone or anything making him feel he wants to deserve better than that. His goal is still to fight for peace, but he’s already exposed too much by now. What would one more thing change?

“Twilight.” Its whisper burns on his tongue. Wrong, wrong, wrong! You utter failure!

Her eyes widen again. She’s heard of him, of course.

“That’s who I married,” she says softly and shakes her head. “Of all people.”

“If it’s any consolation, it was a shock for me as well, to find out about you.” He sighs. “And it’s all thanks to Anya.”

She almost chuckles. “She’ll need a stern talking-to at some point.”

He dares entertain the hope that it will be the two of them doing that with her.

Yor starts rubbing at her forehead once they enter the apartment. She reaches into the medicine cabinet for painkillers and swallows three pills.

“Whoa, Yor, careful.”

She gives him a look through narrow eyes as she downs a glass of water. “Knock on my door when it’s time for your show.”

She goes to her room, closing the door behind her, completely unaware of how her words have ripped him apart.

He collapses on the sofa, welcoming Bond’s furry head on his lap.

“You’ve been here for me,” he tells him. “I never realized how much you wanted to comfort me. Do you have a vision, every morning, before banging on my door? Is that why you wake me up?”

Do you see me die horrifically?

His head perks up towards Yor’s room. Right, she doesn’t know about Bond’s powers. He should come clean to her about that too.

He checks for messages airing for him, and of course HQ is riddled with questions about the intel he shared that morning.

So much has happened since then that he almost forgot about that.

He sends a message saying he’ll explain on his next briefing, then gets up to call Franky and cancel their meeting.

“Oh,” he says before hanging up. “Today you might wanna play the numbers 16, 20, 24, 30, 35 and 5 on the lottery.”

“Eh? What are you on about? Do you know something?”

“Thank me later,” he says with a smile and hangs up.

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Eternal Diva Fic (Part 14)

WE DID IT, WE HIT THE END BOYS. Augh god, I did not think it would take this long to post, but here we are: this is the final part of this fic! I can return to doing other things now (joke).

Trigger warning for a mention of stabbing (a picture was stabbed with a knife)

Also spoiler warnings for the whole prequel trilogy!

Word Count: 1.1k / Previous

I glanced up at the ladder and the escape hatch of the sub.  Just a couple of weeks ago, I would be racing to climb out of here if I knew where it was.  …Now I somehow was getting cold feet.

“They’ll think I’m holding you for ransom if you just keep standing there,” Descole joked.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” I started to climb up, but paused right before the hatch.  I looked down at the masked man.  He looked inquisitive to why I stopped. “...Bye.  And… thanks.”

“...Goodbye.”

I guess neither of us wanted to drag this out, or could find a way to.

I unscrewed the hatch and popped the top open.  Thankfully, it was night time, so I wasn’t assaulted by the brightness of the sun.

I quickly heard a small chorus of my name.  There were Luke, Emmy, and the Professor.  I slid down the sub, and almost immediately after I hopped off, it took off for deeper water.

“No--!” Emmy tried to run after it and looked half-ready to jump into the water before Layton called her back.

“Emmy, we have Miss Clare back.  Let’s not do anything rash.”

“But--!  But that creep Descole kidnapped her for weeks!  If he even hurt a hair on your head, Clare--”

“N-No, he did nothing like that!” I tried to reason with her.

“How are you feeling Clare?  You truly weren’t hurt?  What happened after you fell?” Layton tried to direct Emmy’s wrath to worry over me.

“Well… I was pretty banged up.  I lost consciousness pretty much right after I hit the ground.”

“That’s terrible…” It was the first words Luke had said the whole time, and it was clear why: the poor boy was on the edge of tears.

“Apparently, Descole found me and brought me back to his sub to heal.”

“Did he feed you?  Let you sleep?  Did he torture you to try and get some ancient landmark’s coordinates?!” Emmy was still very fired up.

“Y-Yeah, he fed me and stuff.  And it was good food, if you’re worried about that,” I reassured her. “I was basically a guest.  And besides, I don’t think trying to get anything out of me would’ve been very helpful for him.  I don’t know anything about ancient history.”

“What I don’t get is why he’d do something like that,” Luke piped up.

“I concur,” Layton said, closing his eyes in thought. “Descole is quite the cunning and calculated man.  He does everything for a reason, for his plans.”

“All he told me is that ‘it’s what a gentleman would do.’” I made exaggerated quotation marks.

Layton hummed for a bit, and then opened his eyes again with a tiny smile. “Well, we can worry about that later.  I’m just glad you’re back safe and sound, Miss Clare.”

We started to head back to the Laytonmobile, chatting about things I’d missed while I was gone and getting more questions about my situation.

And that was where the story of the Eternal Kingdom of Ambrosia ended for me.  A happy, quiet ending, despite everything that had happened.

But this, of course, wouldn’t be the last time I’d adventure with Professor Layton… or the last time I’d run into the “humble” masked scientist, Jean Descole.

~

“How long until we reach Monte d’Or?”

“In just a few days sir, once we’re out of this sub.”

“Understood.  I’ll go look over everything again, now that this place is less… lively.”

“Sir… Do you miss her?”

Descole paused for a moment in the hall.  But it was only for a moment; he didn’t say a word, didn’t make a sound as he continued down the hall.

“...Sir Desmond really does care for her.”

~

On the far wall of Descole’s makeshift office was a giant sort of tackboard with all sorts of places, faces, and other things stuck onto it.  The three biggest things were sketches of symbols: one for the Golden Garden of Misthallery (with a large X through it), one for the Eternal Kingdom of Ambrosia (also with an X, though this one was much fresher), and one that was a little harder to decipher.  It looked to be a giant pit of circles with squares at each corner.  It was labelled “The Nautilus Chamber of Akbadain”.

But Descole wasn’t looking at any of those.  His eyes drifted down to an extremely damaged photograph of a man.  It looked like it had been stabbed through several times with a pocket knife.  The name that was penned on it was still legible through the holes.

Leon Bronev.

The masked man found himself gritting his teeth just looking at the photo.  He forced himself to relax.

“...I am reaching the critical moment.  Everything that I have been working towards: every careful plan, every piece of the puzzle… it is finally starting to bear results.”

His eyes stayed around the pictures of people, and in the bottom corner… there she was.  His guest for the past few weeks.  

He found himself removing it from the board without thinking.  He stared at the photo.

A picture couldn’t compare to the real thing of course, but that warm smile depicted… that was the same.  It gave him the same little stir in his heart.

…He snapped himself out of it.  “No.  No, nothing would come out of it.  At least… not now.  When everything is so… Besides, what would she see in a man so terrible as me?  Darkness?  A dead heart?  That’s all there is to me now.  That doe-eyed fool is long gone. …I can’t cling to these fantasies.  I need to focus on my mission.”

He looked at the drawing of the Nautilus Chamber. “Monte d’Or… a new name on the map.  Nearing 20 years old now, if I’m not mistaken.  But it’s settled by such an ancient piece of history.  It’ll be nice to see some… old friends.” Descole chuckled to himself.

But… he still felt a little hollow.  She was still on his mind.  Descole let out a deep sigh as he looked at the photo still in his hand.

“...Clare...If you can hear me, somehow, some way… stay away from me.  Forget you ever met me and just… continue living your life.  This path will only become more dangerous and painful, and… I don’t want you to see it.  Enough people have been hurt-- have been lost-- because of… all this.  You’re too curious, too stubborn, and too… gentle.  You’ll be torn apart, and you won't be able to bear it. 

Do it for yourself.  Do it for your friends.  Do it for… Do it, please.  Run.  Leave this broken man and his broken world.  You can’t make a dead garden grow… just as you can’t make my dead heart beat.”

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posting what i have for dez so far..then i go to sleep v-v

Desmond Arkady

Desmond, much like Francis, grew up neglected by his family - unlike her however, he became a compulsive people pleaser and desperate for validation/approval by almost any means, which many people throughout the story take advantage of. He does the things he does because…he wants people to like him, and to ‘accept’ him (wtv his own definition of that word is). He has his limits to what he’ll do for this, but those limitations always lead to confrontation- something he desperately tries to avoid.

These feelings developed from interactions with his father, who, doubting Desmond’s existence as his son, emotionally and physically deprived Dez of affection as the boy entered early adolescence. His mom at the time was also growing distant, and he just wanted them to pay attention to him again; but that elicited arguments, and yelling. School wasn’t any better, other kids tended to bully Dez for his ‘weird’ behavior and hobbies- so, Dez molded personas for interacting with people. He doesn’t really have his own identity so to speak, as the way he presents himself and talks to others plays off everyone else and what makes them content. He represses his own emotions, wants, and needs for the sake of OTHER people’s happiness…because when people are happy, they tolerate him. They’re nicer when they’re happy. To disrupt that by voicing his own opinion would be agonizing to him. He’s so used to placating other people’s own opinions/views that he finds it difficult to express his own. So he either lacks his own sense of self, or he just hides it away from others, since when he tends to talk about his interests he’s either ignored or shut down. He doesn’t have real connections to people, in his mind he is unwanted, worthless, and a waste of space. He wants to be loved, desperately 

This way of thinking affects others in the way ooooof how they interact with him. ‘Aw what a nice kid! He’s so helpful and eager to please! He’s such a hard worker, he never says no!’ is how people talk about him. Not many people really know Desmond, or know anything about him- usually because he never talks about himself. Certain people find his eagerness to be involved and to do things, to ‘help’, as something to take advantage of. Carmine uses Dez’s want of validation as a way to have a bargaining chip with Maya and to use him for his more illegal businesses. Vincent takes advantage of Dez’s willingness to work to have him be a drug runner. Carson talks to him just to get dirt on Maya- so on and so forth.

Despite all this, Desmond is aware of the situation and while others may think he isn’t all that observant, he is. He wishes he didn’t know because he wants to believe that people care about him in some way so ignores how people treat him but deep down, he’s angry. Angry at…everything, really, but he’s repressed it so much that he can’t feel it half the time, he just gets exhausted out of nowhere. He’s an emotional kid, an emotional kid who ignores that aspect of himself and is ridiculed because of it. Crying is his only outlet and something that he tries very hard to keep in check. His anger is so pent up its close to consuming him, and when he finally explodes it will go down bad for everyone involved. The blackouts and headaches are the supposed symptoms of that, and Desmond is very much “Im fine!!” while his house burns down around him because of that. It manages to slip out from time to time however when he’s pushed, culminating in violence and nigh-uncontrollable maniacal laughter that he ALWAYS feels guilty and remorseful about afterwards.

He retains a strong sense of right and wrong, trying to hold on to and share his beliefs with others in Necropolis. He is often shocked and horrified by how people suffer from the injustices of the criminal underworld despite his best efforts, wearing him down as the story progresses. Although physically weak and often unarmed, Desmond has shown tremendous courage to stand up for himself and others.

Dez just generally wants people to be happy and comfortable around him, so it's easy for him to try and overcompensate by considering other people's feelings a little too much. This leads to people taking advantage of his friendly nature, and hurting him. But once they do that he doesn’t really forget, and is able to make it clear that he shouldn’t be underestimated. Dez generally believes he shouldn’t have to be mean just because people end up being jerks, because he feels he’s going to eventually be able to connect with people who will understand and support him in a good way. He often struggles with thinking about this though. Boundaries are difficult for him!

Desmond’s feelings for Francis, I think, are born out of sheer curiosity, awe, and survival. He isn’t even truly aware of them at first and struggles to identify what he’s feeling, and so tends to either ignore them or start overthinking about them to the point of panic attacks. He DOES indeed like Francis and wants to get to know her and befriend her, but struggles with the psychological walls that she’s put up and so often he finds himself clinging to a smoldering bridge…he’s weirdly patient however, and lets her come to him when she’s ready; but unfortunately for him he still struggles with being lashed out at often for his ‘stupidity’, morals, moments of embarrassment and recklessness. He’s also largely unaware/oblivious of Francis’s own feelings towards him and simply assumes that his crush is unreciprocated. He also eventually starts to struggle with his…’dependency’ on sorts on her, and eventually becomes a bit weird concerning how he looks at her as both his Savior and Only True Friend and Person Who Understands Him and Likes Who He Really Is etc etc…it gets to a point where he can’t imagine his life without her, and that sort of freaks him out.

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Custom Toonami Block Week 149 Rundown

Spy X Family: So yeah Anya’s got midterms and if she does really well she gets a gym badge but if she fails she gets an anti-gym badge for every subject she flunked so wiping out means she’d be halfway to failing entirely. The family gets Yuri to tutor her and makes some feigns towards plot progression from the dog arc but honestly I kinda really like the Yuri/Anya dynamic, like they’re both completely unhinged in the exact opposite ways so one of them is always saying something crazy as soon as the other comes back to sense. Though even though he manages to give her some motivation, Anya’s basically the opposite of a Mary Sue and is terrible at everything and can never improve so it doesn’t really work. They also mention that she loses her powers during a New Moon like she’s fucking Inuyasha or something but she hasn’t really been reading minds during tests in the first place, like initially she said she just didn’t know who was good at what subject yet so she wasn’t sure whose mind to read but it’s MID-TERMS I feel like she should probably have a good idea by now but even on other tests where she has her powers she’s doing crappily. Also there’s this weird little skit where Loid’s following this guy that’s a terrible spy trying to break in and change the grades while he’s ALSO trying to break in and change the grades and it just kinda makes everything more difficult. This guy strikes me as the kind of guy that thinks he’s a Rogue in a D&D campaign and he can just bluff and duck his way into top level shit completely ignoring the reality of how tight real security is. The guy’s ego’s so big he just lets Loid go as a witness and Loid just undoes the work he was doing to make the Desmond kids fail (which Loid theorizes was done by a political rival but I’mma say it was Desmond himself kicking his kids in the teeth because he’s an asshole and is like ‘failure will make you stronger, try sucking less’ because it would be more dramatic) Loid’s about to change Anya’s grades but he finds out she just barely passed everything so he lets her keep the mediocre score she earned because if he suddenly made her good enough to get a gym badge it’d be hella suspicious and not getting any anti-gym badges is best case scenario really. Though they show her grades and they’re in… the 30s? Like they show they’re still on a 100 point scale so like, how is a 30 passing? Everywhere I’ve been under a 60 is an F and some are more strict than even that so what kind of education system for this snobby prep school lets kids get away with 30s?

Inuyasha: So this episode is basically the fallout of everyone being like ‘wait was that fucking Kikyo?’ last episode, Not!Kikyo wipes out all of Abi’s birds and just kinda runs off and we get the usual ‘oh gosh Kikyo was mentioned so Inuyasha’s gonna be wistful for three episodes and Kagome’s gonna be mildly annoyed at everything because neither of them can make up their damn minds’ which to be fair they kind of curtail the period of it at this point in the series but after seeing it so often it’s really getting old, especially since her supposed death at Mt. Hakurei had its own little mini-arc, like we keep giving Kikyo closure and she keeps just coming back. But yeah they head off to meet her and Inuyasha’s kinda wishy-washy about wanting to go so he separates from the others to down some mook demons that only take him like five seconds anyway and he meets Kikyo’s avatar and her new attendants and turns out they’re all just Shikikami and Kagura’s happy to see Kikyo’s probably still alive because that pisses Naraku off but she gives up because she’s definitely not ten feet away in a Minority Report pool. Kagome gets through a barrier to see the REAL Kikyo who’s in a Minority Report pool trying to sleep off the poison and… death I guess.

Yu Yu Hakusho: This one’s a super exposition-heavy episode and spoilers but at the end we learn that part or all of it might be bullshit so it feels like one of those Attack on Titan episodes where they spend the whole episode planning a thing and then it just goes tits up at the very end of the episode and they have to wing it anyway. Essentially the three bald men that visit Yusuke are guys basically as strong as him and Hiei/Kurama but they’re using demonic pacemakers to put them on mook level so the barrier lets them through. In Demon World there’s three kings, the ‘let’s not eat humans’ guy, the ‘let’s maybe eat humans in moderation’ guy and the ‘let’s eat all the humans’ guy, and luckily Yusuke’s ancestor is the first one and not the last one but that also means he’s dying because he’s essentially been on a GOOP diet of bullshit for the past thousand years and that means war’s about to break out thanks to the power vacuum in Demon World. Now basically most of what Yusuke heard of all that is these bald-headed freaks think they’re stronger than him so he demands a fight. Turns out the leader’s ability is basically Luffy if he was in Parasyte the Maxim and he does some bullshit to tie Yusuke up and stab him in a despite still wearing his demon pacemaker and neither me or Yusuke buy that shit and he just fucking breaks the guy’s neck and asks if they love their king so much how come they still eat humans against his wishes. It’s a pretty good moment of Yusuke putting on his Phoenix Wright hat and actually outsmarting the bad guys while they’re still in the ‘we’re the new arc villains and we’re stronger than you’ phase so yeah he calls out them lying to him and puts them on the spot for how much of the story is exactly true.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Megumi and blind archer guy are having their fight and there’s more clan rich people eugenics bullshit and blind guy has the power of Gear Second and Deadman Wonderland and just wants his slutty mom to be a slutty happy mom Megumi’s just like ‘fuck you and your slutty mom you’re not killing my friend’ but uhh yeah I’ve been comparing this arc to the Chunin Exams and we’re officially at the Sand Village attacking part because the big boss spirit and all the other spirits they were supposed to be hunting get wiped out by the one-armed spirit’s Wood Style and they erect a specifically anti-Gojo barrier to keep his overpowered ass out of this fight. So yeah Scar-sensei and old dude go in to help and apparently old dude wields the power of Goofy Goober Rock which makes that one scene in the opening make a lot more sense in retrospect. Megumi, Blind Dude and Sushi Boy get swept up by the one armed cursed spirit and turns out they’re basically the reverse of a Captain Planet villain and just want people to stop polluting and shit and they’ll kill them all and more surprisingly a GIRL, I mean this is why cartoons give everything female long eyelashes because I couldn’t fucking tell and I guess she’s just got her tits out all the time but she’s got enough muscle that it doesn’t matter. So yeah we’ve got one of the main boss henchmen dropping in to say hello and judging by the preview and the opening she’s gonna head to Yuji next time, weird since I thought their plan was to trap Gojo in a Hyper Cube and you’d figure literally isolating him from everyone else would make a great time to try that but we’ll see I guess.

Zom 100: So this one’s kind of a rough one, like I’ll probably get to it at the end but there’s a lot of good points for this episode but also some stuff that bugs me a bit. Akira and Kencho have made a little mancave on top of the roof from last episode and inexplicably the power STILL works, like my god whoever’s keeping the electricity on during the zombie apocalypse deserves a raise. Kencho finds Akira’s bucket list and starts adding his own stuff to it, saying he’s going to see Akira’s journey through to the end now. They talk about the list a bit and how Akira has dating a flight attendant on the list because I guess that’s a fetish? But turns out Akira has never had a girlfriend at all and stupidly tells Kencho he’ll have one by the end of the day. So shelving that they decide to go shopping for a big-screen tv and end up trapped in a department store with one shady guy and three ladies who happen to be… flight attendants! Like I joked at the beginning of this show that Akira’s just had a mental break and there are no zombies and he’s just insane but if this world is real it really does seem to be bending to fit his crazy ideas. So yeah, the oldest and objectively coolest flight attendant gets drunk and bitten by the shady guy when he turns into a zombie and Kencho just straight up bangs the other one in the mattress department while Akira has a tender moment with the moe-est of them right after she makes it super clear there’s no romantic connection. Still they talk and Akira gives his usual deal about not letting your dreams be dreams and gets this girl excited to continue living her dream… just in time for her to die by getting bitten by the shady guy. Now notably they don’t make Akira mercy kill her, this is still mostly a comedy series and we’re not trying to heap Carl Grimes levels of trauma on our genki protagonist bur yeah she admits she’s content with the fun date they had and got to make people feel better during her job so she’s okay with Akira and Kencho getting the hell out of dodge, with Akira wanting to find out what his childhood dream was since Kencho has one and the moe attendant girl gave a pretty good speech about her own motivations and Akira admits to himself that his advertizing dream was just him getting caught up in a drive for success rather than something he really wanted to do. So yeah, cool story but like it’s hard to ignore this whole episode is just a long drawn out way to fridge these three girls, like straight up SAO Saki traumadumping by making these girls as moe as possible without giving them too much character development so we feel just bad enough when they die and it feels a little manipulative for a series that zig-zags how serious the zombies actually are so it leaves a slight sour taste in my mouth, like I can see the cogs of manipulation turning but that doesn’t mean they aren’t still effective cause damn it was sad to watch those girls die.

Ranking of Kings: Daida!Bosse is telling Snake Guy about how Miranjo’s family is from a kingdom that is the origin of magic and as such they were like ‘man fuck the gods’ and went to the Asshole Kingdom to recruit assholes to help them fight the gods but the Assholes of Asshole Kingdom were, shocker, asssholes, and turned on them and killed Miranjo’s mom as soon as things looked bad. Also all the gods are giant dudes that wear masks similar to Ouken’s, not sure if that’s relevant.Hilling meets back up with Spear Guy, Sword Guy, and Kirito and gets hyped for Bojji’s new powers while healing Spear Guy and sending the three of them off to help Bojji who is meanwhile still fighting Ouken. Despa and the Guard Captain show up because Bojji’s got this but he’s basically fighting that one round of the Seath the Scaleless fight where he just heals infinitely and it sucks. Though it turns out Despa has no practical power of his own and was calling in an airdrop from Desha this whole time so I guess he related to Bojji a lot more than we thought. Ouken’s figured out how to get around the lightning spam and stabs both Despa and the captain to let them bleed out because that’s his favorite thing to do despite killing anyone in this series already being hard enough without your main technique being ‘death monologue sword’ like I get it’s basically a pacifist series that promots Bojji’s kind-heartedness as the way of the future but people keep dodging these bullets so often I don’t have any confidence anyone’s actually going to die. Anyway Ouken goes after Kage next and manages to stab Bojji in the leg when he goes to protect him so now Bojji can’t dodge which is like his whole thing, but Kage turns into a giant shadow creature and eats Ouken so there’s that I guess.

Vinland Saga: So Thorfinn fights Thorkell in earnest and I think they just straight-up reuse some of the stuff from the opening but it’s pretty cool so it’s okay. Thorkell’s armored and huge so even though Thorfinn can dance around him all day he can’t really do more than give him papercuts. Thorkell makes fun of Thorfinn’s skill with a blade since he’s fast and strong but he basically just punches shit with daggers in his hands and Thorfinn calls him out on lecturing someone that’s fighting evenly with him and Thorkell tells him he wants to find his missing link too and hopes to find it through battle so he asks Thorfinn what it means to be a True Warrior which reminds Thorfinn of his dad’s death and how he’s currently in the process of fucking up his dad’s dying wish royally so he gets pissed but manages to not throw the whole fight like when Askeladd did it but still gets launched through the fucking air by one of Thorkell’s foot. Now as cool as all that shit is, it’s a lot to say that the most interesting stuff in this episode happens with Canute. Canute has a death dream about Ragnar and they get to say their goodbyes despite Ragnar saying ‘this is in your head bro but go ahead and let it out’. He wakes up and Bjorn is still fighting like ten dudes while hopped up on mushrooms so Canute and the Priest have a little chat while they wait for that to play out. He tells the Priest about his cool Ragnar dream and the Priest is like ‘that’s cool bro but that’s not real love’ and they have a big long speech about how loving a specific person precludes compassion for all people like how Ragnar would let people die to protect Canute and that the only things truly capable of love are those that can’t hurt anyone, ie nobody who’s alive, that’s probably a little bit of a minimalization nitpick to narrow down all compassion as simply favoring one person or group of people over others but I get what they’re going for. So the fact that Canute comes to the realization that people are incapable of loving each other unconditionally and universally yet it’s clearly the meaning of life to try fucking awakens his Conqueror’s Haki and he’s able to stop Berserker Bjorn with a hug and it may be the coolest damn thing in this series thus far. Bjorn gets stabbed by the other brother dude but Canute tells them to heal up because they’re going back to Thorkell so he can stop all this fighting and that he’s going to fucking start doing King shit and put an end to the pointless wars, so that’s pretty dope.

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Hello. You're one of the best fanfic writers on tumblr since I come. Your writings are just masterpiece. I like when you send Desmond back in time but It would be great to send his ancestors to moderday. Mabey before Desmond geting kidnaped. Ir happened like this:

Master assassins were always watching. Desmond. The one that they sacrificed themselves for. Altair and Connor were quite alright with this fact but Ezio… The emptiness he felt inside in the vault… He could never forget it. It was actauly obvious that he hated Desmond for it. But he always wanted the prophecy go as it was writen and the day Desmond ran away from the farm. He couldn't help but getting mad. Altair always tried to make him undrestand Desmond. The weakness he felt in the farm how he was treated by his father… Ezio could undrestand but his family, his love, his happiness, they were all gone because of that stupid kid. So he wanted to make everything go as planned. What if they could protect him from Abestergo? But not from here. The grey was a strange place. All illusions could come real. So he used this to make himself strong enough to protect the chosen one. The creation he chose to shift to was a khanivore!!! A creation made to kill. And with the power of shapeshifting he could always be there for Desmond.

So we have a khanivore keeper for Desmond that can shpeshift to a human. A white khanivore with red lines all over his body like the robes of a mentor. I was thinking it would so cool a Desmond with one badass khanivore by his side. They could destroy templairs together. And in the way of it they will learn how to get along with each other or mabey romance. And it will be funny to see Desmond trying to teach Ezio how to use modern tech. Can you add details. I love the way you give life to these characters. I love youuu❤❤❤

Thank you! ❤❤❤

For those unfamiliar with a khanivore, it looks like this:

So in this scenario, Ezio has complicated feelings for Desmond. He knows he shouldn’t hate him, Desmond was also a victim of ‘fate’ as Altaïr would sometimes say whenever he sees Ezio’s frustrations bubbling beneath the surface while they were in the Gray.

Ezio understood that.

But sometimes he just doesn’t get Desmond.

He wasn’t like Ratonhnhaké:ton who had a complicated relationship with his father just as Desmond had.

He wasn’t like Altaïr who had a similar isolated upbringing as Desmond had.

It was times like these that makes Ezio wonder why he was even Desmond’s prophet.

Altaïr or Ratonhnhaké:ton would have been better.

They would have understood Desmond more than he could ever had.

He didn’t understand it.

And that feeling of his is what turned to frustration, to hatred.

He always tried to stomp it out but sometimes, it would just flare up whenever he sees Desmond wasting his time just… doing nothing.

Staring at the sky.

At the woods beyond the Farm…

Ezio was tired.

So tired.

He spent his life as an Assassin being a puppet dancing to the tune the Isus created for him.

As an opening act to Desmond’s story.

And when he finally died, he was transported here instead of being with the people he loved.

All because of Desmond.

So when Desmond ran away from the Farm, Ezio was furious.

Ratonhnhaké:ton tried to calm him down, tried to remind him that Desmond was still sixteen.

Altaïr kept quiet.

The only time he spoke during that time was to say that he understood Desmond’s choice.

And that they should honor his decision to live his life the way he wants to live it.

But Ezio couldn’t agree with that.

Altaïr and Ratonhnhaké:ton had always had a soft spot for Desmond, had always been more forgiving.

He couldn’t understand why Altaïr could think that way. Ratonhnhaké:ton had been with them since his death, he’s only been stuck in the Gray for more or less three centuries. He probably still doesn’t feel that bitter loneliness that Ezio feels.

But Altaïr?

Altaïr had been stuck here longer than Ezio had been.

Maybe that was what was different between them.

Altaïr had the patience that Ezio no longer possessed.

So Ezio planned.

And creates a body he could use to get out of the Gray.

To drag Desmond back to the Brotherhood.

Unorganized Notes:

Ezio has been so focused on creating the khanivore that he hasn’t seen how Desmond is doing after leaving the Farm.

When he leaves and goes to the modern time, he’s floored by how much Desmond had grown and becomes conflicted when he realized that this was the first time he had ever seen Desmond smiling in a very long time. No. It was the first time he had ever seen Desmond happy for a very long time.

Ezio uses the khanivore as his body but can shapeshift to a human form. He visits Desmond in the bar but don’t talk to him. Contemplating on his next plan.

Desmond thinks he’s super sus but his coworkers think he’s just shy and might have a crush on Desmond with the way he keeps staring at Desmond then looking away whenever Desmond turns to face his direction.

Altaïr and Ratonhnhaké:ton remain in the Gray but they try to contact Ezio at times, usually hijacking radios and any other electronics nearby. After a while, Ezio gets a phone so they could just… call him. (like the phone rings and they can talk for a few seconds, maybe a minute, before it drops because signals sucks in the Gray)

Ezio spent a lot of time not sure of what to do now because he’s not an asshole who would just yank someone away from their happiness but, at the same time, Desmond needs to become an Assassin to save the world. So yeah, he’s torn. It doesn’t help that Desmond started talking to him and… well, they’re talking. Nothing serious but it gives Ezio an excuse to ask Desmond how his life is and…

He can’t help but be happy for Desmond for having a life he finds happiness in but also he can’t stop that bitterness that keeps whispering to him that Desmond needs to do his duty. His responsibility. The fate of the world depends on it.

That’s when Cross tries to kidnap Desmond.

And Ezio saves him in his khanivore form.

Cue a story of Desmond and Ezio (in khanivore form) running away from Abstergo, trying to get into contact with the Assassins because they have no choice. Ezio starts to understand Desmond more because Desmond lets his guard down with Ezio’s khanivore form.

And then… I don’t know. Desmond gets kidnapped anyway while Ezio barely manages to escape? That’s when he finally gets to talk to Altaïr and Ratonhnhaké:ton who informed him that if he wants to keep the timeline intact, for Desmond to save the world, he has to let Desmond stay in Templar custody ‘until the time is right’.

Which only serves to make Ezio think about how he truly feels with Altaïr and Ratonhnhaké:ton subtly pushing him to confront his real feelings (maybe with Altaïr even reminding Ezio that this is what he wanted, isn’t it?)

In the end, Ezio says fuck fate and goes to save Desmond before Desmond could finish reliving Ezio’s memories.

That’s as far as I got XD