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celuere · 3 months ago

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Hii Alba! I've been reading your works, and they're all amazing! ❤️

Can I request an Arlecchino x Reader who is Pierro's adopted daughter? Maybe when Arlecchino became a harbinger and reader (they're the same age ofc) was her first (and maybe her only) friend there? And they grew up to become closer and closer? You can decide for the rest hihihi thank you! 🥰

Why Anon ofc, I‘m at your beck and call!!! I actually think that’s such a neat concept of getting to know her, like meeting Arle freshly after crucabenas assassination she is of course not the most extroverted person and it takes some time for her to start to open up to you AAAAAA I‘M SO GONNA GET TO WRITING THIS AND TY FOR YOUR KIND WORDS🫶

The Hearth is now extinguished.

Pairing: Arlecchino x fem!Reader

Context: As Pierro’s adoptive daughter you‘ve known the Knave for quite a few years now and you grew… close to her to say the least… always finding excuses to accompany your father to every possible Harbinger Meeting, to maybe even share the same mission locations together… and a bed on occasions. But little did you know, you sadly weren’t as sneaky as your father taught you to be.

Content: mutual pining, unspoken feelings, doomed yuri (my fav kind), suggestive (mentions of arle and reader being intimate, other than that sfwangst, pre-Fontaine arc, reader has a vision, ANGST.

I really hope I hit the nail on the head with the plot, let me know if you like it anon!<333

A/N: […] stands vor Your name! I‘m not a big fan of using Y/N as it lowkey ruins the sentence for me😭 I‘ve also been working on the second part of the Teased story, expect it to be a long one!

You remember the day just as clear as todays morning sky at which you’ve been staring up at for the past minutes. A soft breeze hit your face, brushing the strands of hair out of your face. You were a little nervous to say the least. You were waiting for somebody. Waiting for her so you can finally confess.

Waiting for her as your mind once again went back to the day you first met…

Blizzards have been raging in Snezhnaya lately as you stood next to the Jester, hands tucked tightly into the warmth of your coat. As Pierro‘s daughter, adoptive daughter to be more specific, you had certain duties. One of them was accompanying your father to appoint the next Fatui Harbinger.

The news about Crucabenas sudden death by the hands of one of her own children reached the Fatui HQ in the capital of the City of eternal winter a good four days ago. A 17 year old girl. Killing a Fatui Harbinger. Seventeen. The same age as you. To be honest you were by no means defenseless, being adopted by the first Fatui Harbinger himself came with a few perks, one of them being trained to perfection in almost every weapon category. It wasn’t uncommon either for your father to send you of to an assassination all by yourself at the ripe of age of 14 and being a Cryo Visionholder ever since your tenth birthday… well let’s just say that most high ranking officials weren’t a match for you. But thinking about even scratching La Signora, who was standing and waiting behind you… or just as much as breathe in the wrong direction of Capitano on your left… it wouldn’t came to you in your wildest dreams

So who exactly was that girl?

You were interrupted in your thoughts as the big wooden doors opened. Revealing a rather… small girl… even with the clacking sounds of heels against the polished marble floors, you could tell that she was around half a head smaller than you.

But her height wasn’t what caught your attention. Nor was it her white hair that‘s illuminated by the moon light shining down on her through the windows of the dome above her head.

Red.

It was the deep crimson x‘s adorning her pitch black eyes that you caught yourself staring at, the words coming out of your father‘s mouth completely drowned out as she strode up to the altar. Her face expressionless, almost cold in fact. Your breath got caught in your throat as she took notice of your staring, a tint of pink starting to form on your cheeks, you shifted slightly behind your father.

She was beautiful… not beautiful like Rosalyn… another kind…

And for the rest of the entirety of the meeting you couldn’t help but study her. Study the pretty earrings grazing her earlobes. How she didn’t even move a single inch once she came to a stop in front of you and Pierro. The soft eyebags underneath her eyes, probably the result of her hard training. But to your disappointment she didn’t even as much as looked into your direction ever since you made eye contact at the very beginning.

Arlecchino. That was the new name bestowed upon her. She inherited the title as Knave along with the House of the Hearth. Quite a lot for a seventeen year old girl, who just wanted to kill the monster that was called „Mother“ at the orphanage. Of course you knew Crucabena. And you knew Clervie, her late daughter. You knew she was a terrible person, someone who didn’t deserve the title „Mother“, how she treated her daughter and the other kids under her care, someone who hopefully is rotting in the depths of hell at this very moment.So you couldn’t help but feel anything else other than utmost sympathy for the girl in front of you.

You wanted… no. You had to befriend her. No questions asked.

So you secretly beamed in excitement when Pierro asked you to show her around Zapolyarny Palace and explain how things are operating from here on now. Stepping forward you revealed your hand from beneath the warmth of your coat and waited for her to take it.

„[…]. It‘s a pleasure to finally meet you.“, you hesitated before a soft smile tucked at the corner of your lips as you waited for her to shake your hand. And to be fair, it took her a few moments. She stared down at your hand for a while, as if she was debating something in her head. Then you finally noticed the movement underneath her coat before she revealed her own hand. And from there on you were mesmerized by her.

Pitch black hands along with dark-grey lines tracing the back of her hand before disappearing beneath her sleeves.

„It is rude to stare.“, to your surprise, her voice was deeper than expected.

„I…“, you quickly cleared your throat before taking her hand into yours, „of course, my sincere apologies…“. Goodness, her hand was soft. And she was even more prettier from this up close.

You heard Signora trying to hide a laugh behind her hand, along with Capitano clearing his throat, probably doing the same.

Insufferable old bags.

But little did you know, this handshake marked the start of an inseparable bond between the two of you. Of course, talking to Arlecchino at the beginning was… dreadful to put it mildly. Short answers. Never laughing. Always monotone in her voice. But you were never a girl who gave up so easily, you were quite the opposite. So you stayed strong, using every excuse under the sun to participate in ever meeting alongside your father, no matter how long it would take as long as you got to sit at the same table as her. Fortunately your efforts weren’t in vain because around four months after Arlecchino got appointed as Harbinger, she started to slowly get more comfortable around you. It started with small things. And I mean SMALL things, such as keeping the seat next to her free for you to sit down, accompanying you to take a walk through the capital city whenever she had a spare hour in her schedule, always staying by your side whenever a bigger event rolled around. She still didn’t talk much but you were satisfied with the progress nonetheless.

And after even more months, you could actually have a conversation with her. Turned out she hates the taste too flavorful foods, preferring more plain meals such as… raw meat on a toast along with some ketchup. It gagged you a little the first time she ordered it at a small restaurant she seemed to frequent, but you kept your mouth shut. She‘s just started to open up to you, making a remark in her taste in foods would only set you back in the progress you‘ve already made with her. You even accepted when she offered you a bite. And it tasted… strange. Not awful but also not exceptionally good either.

„You don’t like it?“, she brought up the the toast to her mouth before taking another bite herself as she studied the expressions on your face.

„It‘s… unique… I still prefer salted bacon on a toast instead…“, you washed down the weird taste with a few gulps of your water. As you did so, Arlecchino bent over the table to you, hand reaching out to your face. Your heart set out multiple beats as the butterflies in your stomach flared up.

What does she think she is doing?!

„Arle what-”, her hand gently touched your hair as she interrupted you while taking her hand back, „There was a spider in your hair.“. The small eight-legged animal crawling over her fingers as something akin to fascination washes over the Harbinger‘s face. This is your first time ever seeing something other than an indifferent facial expression on her.

„Oh…“, you leaned in closer to take a look at it, „are you fond of spiders…? You don’t seem scared to me like most people are…“, you could barely make the black spider out on her cursed hands.

„I had a pet spider when I was six years old. They’re easy to take care of. I like them.“, she set the small thing down on the windowsill next to your table. That statement somehow fit her so well. You couldn’t put your finger on why that was the case, but you were always happy to find out more about her.

By the time her 19th birthday rolled around you already taught her how to to braid the hair she‘s been growing out ever since her appointment as Knave. Your fingers delicately combing through her silky strand as you were sat behind her in front of a mirror. You were 18 at that time.

„It’s been getting in my way a lot lately. But I don’t want to cut it off again. I… like it more this way.“, her own crimson eyes skimming over a report from one of her subordinates as she enjoyed -yes. enjoyed.- your fingers running through her hair. Oddly enough it seemed to calm her down, causing her to lean more into your hands. Of course the sudden movement didn’t go unnoticed by you, but you didn’t comment on it. Knowing her, she would brush it off anyways.

„Good thing that you have me…“, you smiled at her through the mirror before you binded her together and set back. „There. All done. Do you like you it?“, you stood up from the floor to get something from your accessory box.

As you searched for a certain hair clip, Arlecchino looked at herself in the mirror, moving her head to the side to have a look at your handwork. „It‘s… simple. I think it suits me well. Thank you, […].“, her eyes landed on you as you walked back to her, a unique accessory in your hand.

„I‘ve had this clip ever since I was a small girl…“, you sat down next to her, revealing the metal thingy in your hand. At the first look it didn’t even seem like a hair clip. The curled up wings on each side looked more like something that belonged into a museum. „Let me put it in your hair really quick…“, you moved back behind her and took the tail back into your hand.

„You… really don’t have to. I‘m fine with this, I wouldn’t want you to give up something as beautiful as this hair clip for me.“, …what was that feeling stirring up inside her stomach…? It wasn’t quite new to her. She often feels like this whenever she‘s around you but she couldn’t exactly pinpoint it either. To be honest, she feels a lot of things whenever she is with you. Not that she would ever admit that of course. It wasn’t like this with Clervie, it was more… romantic…? Either way it confused her.

„Nonsense. I‘ve never worn this one in my entire life. It will only continue to collect dust here…“, you fixed the clip on her ponytail. „And it suits you way better than me anyways.“, you grabbed a smaller mirror from your bed behind you and held it up so Arlecchino could have a better look at her ponytail in the bigger mirror in front of you. „Much better, isn’t it?“

And from this day on, she wore that specific hair clip you’ve given her. At all times. Everyday. You actually never saw her with anything else keeping her hair together. It was always those metal wings adorning her white-red hair.

Time flew by faster than would’ve liked but over the months, years you grew… closer? That‘s a mild way to put it. There was something unique between the two of you. The way you‘d look at each other. The way Arlecchino would always be the first one to ask you for a dance at a formal event, one hand gently holding onto your waist, the other one cupping your hand as she led the both of your over the dance floor as the orchestra switched to a more… slower song.

The funny thing is… remember how she used to be half a head smaller than you about three years ago? About that… growth spurt seemed to hit her a bit late as you now had to lean your head back into your neck to maintain eye contact with her.

„Isn‘t your neck slowly starting to get stiff…?“, she bit her lower lip, the x‘s in her eyes shimmering from the chandelier light shining down at you two. She wore a tailored black-red suit that night, and you couldn’t help yourself but look her up and down multiple time for the duration of the evening.

„Shut it… your not that much taller than me.“, that was a blatant lie. She could easily rest your chin on top of your head. You both knew that. „My, my… feisty today, aren’t we?“, she let you spin around before pulling you closer to her chest again. In her eyes you were the most beautiful person to ever exist right now. The ballgown complimenting your body perfectly, your hair put up nicely, probably by yourself, which suited your face so well, it actually was hard for her to believe that someone could be so… so incredibly beautiful as you were…

It’s not like she would ever openly admit that.

Of course you noticed her shameless staring on that very same evening. How her eyes landed on your lips multiple times, often not adverting her gaze for a longer period of time. How she licked over her own whenever she took in your dress. You knew she wanted so say something. But you didn’t pressure her, it‘s Arlecchino after all.

You also remember how she pressed you up against the door of your sleeping chambers later that night. Left hand slipping underneath your dress as the other one undid your hair. Tongues intertwined while the hand that’s been sneaking up underneath your skirt grabbed onto your ass like you were hers to take. Hers to touch. Hers to kiss. She didn’t even let you break up your kiss when your mixed saliva was dripping out of the corner of your lips. She kissed you like it‘s all she ever yearned for. As if your lips might be the cure to the curse flowing through the blood in her veins.

But even after that night, neither of you dared to speak up on the feelings you had for each other. You just continued sharing a bed from time to time. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear as she made whine her name out in ecstasy. Her kisses tasting after something forbidden. Something addictive, it was getting unbearable for you to keep your mind at bay whenever she was near you in public. How your father didn’t notice it, you had no idea. But it was better this way.

The problem wasn’t Arlecchino‘s gender but rather her occupation. A Harbinger was strictly off of the table for you. That rule applied to every member of the Fatui. You didn’t even want to imagine how he would react.

But you weren’t surprised as Pierro was now standing before you. Not the woman, you‘ve been waiting for. His glare stirred up your anxiety, causing you to start fidgeting with your fingers.

„I… I can ex-", you immediately shut your mouth as your father raised his hand to silence you.

„That‘s enough. I thought I taught you better than this. The Knave? You are smarter than this, […]. I raised you to be smarter than this. I have observed the situation long enough to tell that you two have gotten emotionally attached to each other. Especially you.“, he put his hands behind back, shaking his head.

Silence. The wind now suddenly gone. It was quiet. Too quiet, in fact. Something was about to happen and you hated this knowledge. Hated how it made your stomach sink. Hated how it made your legs heavy.

„Arlecchino will be transferred back to her homeland, Fontaine, to get a hold of the Hydro Gnosis. She is probably already on her way there. For the complete duration of her stay, you are strictly prohibited to even set foot at Fontaine‘s Borders. I’ve already put you on the blacklist for operations regarding the Nation of Justice. I think, I don’t have to explain to you that letters are off the table, too?“, a punch to your stomach would’ve hurt less than this. Hollow. That would explain best whatever you felt at this very moment. You didn’t even had the chance to tell her your feelings. That you never want to be apart from her again. That you want to grow old with her, no matter what.

„Too shocked to answer, I see…“, he put his hand onto your back. Guiding you back to the city, ignoring the tears starting to taint your pretty face. You hated him in that very moment. Hated Hated. Hated. Hated. Hated. Hated. Hated. Hated.

Hated.

„While we are at it, the son of one of Pantalone’s most successful business partners recently asked me about you. A nice man, indeed. Intelligent, promis-”

„No.“, you halted in your tracks. It took every fiber in your body to not smash something in his face. You were seething with anger. And he only added more fuel to it on purpose.

„Hm… too bad, daughter. Let me know once you changed your mind.“.

As you trotted back to HQ you were a shell of yourself. The letter you prepared for her in advance along with a ring was burning a hole through your pocket.

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Some angst for the soul. I‘m sorry I just saw the opportunity right in front of me and took it guys, please don’t bother sending in your therapy bills🙏🏼 anon I hope you liked this one and let me know your thoughts on this!

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the-kr8tor · 4 months ago

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A request for the best potioneer I know!😽

Epsom salt in a heart shaped bottle,please! BDAS!R helping out BDAS!Hobie with his hair after it finally grew out a little, maybe helping him braid it or put charms on his new locs. I need some fluff for them after all they've been throught honestly😭😭

(Congrats for the one year anniversary again!❤️)

BDAS MY BELOVED I MISS THE SILLIES!!! Thank you sm! I hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), BDAS Hobie and R, Pirate AU, Between the devil and the sea AU. Fluff

Between the Devil and the Sea Masterlist

Katy's one year anniversary 🎉

Hobie sighs, head lolling down to your lap, legs crossed on the floor, limp hands holding onto the charms you and Pavitr made for him. They're all made from shells and different metal charms that you've picked up during your journey south.

You chuckle softly, hands holding his jaw to lift his head up gently. “Stop falling asleep or we'll never be done.” The ship rocks back and forth, you shift from side to side on the captain's bed that you still address as his own and not shared by you even though you practically live in his cabin.

“Can you blame me, scuttlebutt?” He leans his head back to look at you upside down. Smirk of his pierced lips as you click your tongue in mock annoyance. “Your lap is softer than my pillow. ‘sides, I don't want to go out to the deck just yet.” Your hands smell like the oil you've lovingly rubbed on his scalp, he stops himself from taking your hands and kissing each of your knuckles.

You roll your eyes with a fond smile. Once again lifting his head up, he chortles at how you manhandle him. You continue to put charms in his hair that's now long enough to brush along his nape. “You're the captain, Hobie, it's literally your job to stay on deck.”

“Really?” He leans back again, you scoff at the audacity. “I thought my job was to keep my medic company?”

You bite your lip, looking around the large cabin instead of staring at his grey eyes lest you get dragged down inside its depths. “Is that so? I don't need company though. Lyla is enough to annoy me the entire day.” You joke, he drops the charms on his lap to place his hands on your hip, squeezing softly while the seagulls outside circle around the ship.

“Please,” it's his turn to roll his eyes, “Lyla is too preoccupied with Yuri to even notice you.”

You laugh when his fingers lift up your night shirt to rub soothingly at your soft skin. “That's true… but when she actually does her job she's the one annoying me instead of the captain who's supposed to be on deck and being a leader to the crew.”

“Sneaking into the med bay and snogging you until you throw yourself at me is part of my job as captain.”

You groan, flustered but happy. “That is not in the job description.” He hums, fingers dancing along your waist, his mind is definitely wandering around. You blame the early hour. “Come on, captain, let me finish your hair. What will mister Stacy say?”

Hobie finally looks back at your eyes instead of your bare skin. “I don't care what he says,” he pouts, “just whatever you say. How do I look?” Twisting around, he faces you fully, arms wrapped around your waist, chin finding penchant on your thigh, his warmth flows through you.

You know him and what he truly meant. Hands running along his hairline, you look at him softly, oozing with affection for the man before you. “Fucking fantastic, it's growing really well. Too good, I'm in awe.”

“Thanks to you and your potions.” He grins against your leg, nudging his chin on your skin. “And you only say that because ‘m your captain.”

“You don't even pay me, cap’n” You giggle.

“I do,” he knits his brows, making a face like you've said the most ridiculous thing ever. “with my love.”

You lean down, the small of your back aches from the movement so he meets you halfway, lips pursed and waiting. “Ah yes, I forgot that you pay me with the greatest treasure in the world.” Pecking his lips, you tilt your head, smugly smiling.

He shuts his eyes, head falling down on your thighs, clearly melting from your saccharine words. After a moment of silence and you chuckling while you take the opportunity to finish his hair, your ears pick up soft snores.

You shake your head, leaning down to kiss his nape in an effort to wake him up. It's a mistake really, because it seems that he's falling into a deeper slumber.

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kesujo · 4 months ago

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Comfort Me

“Yuri~”

“Hm?”

“What’s wrong?”

Yuri flinched ever so slightly, but enough for me to notice. “What do you mean?”

I nodded to myself, confirming my suspicions. Ever since we sat down with our smoothies, I felt something strange about Yuri. Something was off. She normally talked a lot around me; today though, consisted of a lot more silences than I was accustomed to.

“I mean that you seem a bit off today. What’s wrong?” I asked with a concerned tone. Not only was she my best friend, but my crush. So obviously, I was concerned.

She sighed. “I-I’d rather not talk about it,” she said, voice cracking ever so slightly. But, yet again, just enough for me to notice.

“Ok, I understand,” I replied. I didn’t want to pressure her into doing something she was unwilling to talk about. “You should tell someone though. It’s bad to bottle up emotions like that,” I told her. “Hey, what about Nick?” I asked, trying to keep the bitterness out of my voice. She flinched slightly at the name. “He’s your boyfriend. Did you tell him?”

I felt like I already knew the answer. Or rather, the lack of an answer. Was something wrong in their relationship? As much as I loved Yuri, I wanted more than anything for her to be happy. It was cheesy, but I accepted that when I learned of Yuri and Nick’s getting together, and after I witnessed how happy Yuri was when Nick had asked her out. “Uh, yeah, I’ll tell him,” she replied. I wasn’t convinced. Did they fight?

I sighed. It wasn’t my business. If she didn’t want to tell me, that was fine, I told myself. It’s her business, not mine. And if she feels uncomfortable sharing it, then I won’t interfere.

I kept telling that to myself as I lay on my bed, having finished dinner some time ago. It bothered me to no end. I desperately wanted to help her. And, this could be my chance, a part of me said. It’s my chance to win her over!

Finally convinced, I looked at the clock. 8:32.

I grabbed my car keys and a sweater before rushing out. I would get to the bottom of this.

After a few minutes of impatient driving, I reached Yuri’s apartment building. I parked my car so poorly that it filled up two parking spaces. I didn’t bother reparking it as I quickly rushed to up the stairs and knocked on her door when I got there. Thank god she lived on the second floor.

“Coming!” I heard her angelic voice call out shortly after I knocked. I smiled. I loved the sound of her voice.

When she opened the door, she looked a bit shocked at first. “Uh—Yoona?”

I smiled. “May I come in?”

She stood aside, motioning for me to come in, her jaw still on the ground a little bit. “Wh-what are you doing here?”

I closed the door behind us. “I want to know what’s wrong,” I replied, looking down as I took off my shoes.

“It-It’s nothing,” she said shyly. “I don’t want to concern you with anything.”

“Bs. Talk to me.”

She sighed. “Ok. Follow me,” she said, grabbing my wrist.

“Why can’t we talk about it out here?” I asked, trying to contain my blush. I still wasn’t used to her touch, which was sorta sad considering we had been friends for over 5 years already.

“I—I feel insecure talking about it out here,” she said.

I giggled. “But this is your apartment.”

“I know. But still…”

“Ok, whatever you say,” I said as she dragged me into her room. Despite everything, I savored the feeling of her hand on mine.

When we got into the room, she sat me down on the bed and sat down next to me. I was trying not to hyperventilate. Not only was her scent intoxicating, but just being in close proximity of her made me anxious. I know this was serious, but I couldn’t help myself.

Apparently, Yuri noticed this and turned to me. She was really close to me. Her face was maybe a few inches away from mine. I shyly closed my eyes, feeling her breath on mine.

Without another sound, I felt Yuri place her hands on my shoulders and lightly set me down on the bed. I didn’t have to open my eyes to realize that Yuri was on top of me.

I started to blush, hard. Was this actually happening? Was I dreaming?

“Yoona…” she whispered in a way that turned me on. A lot.

“Mmm,” I answered, afraid to open my mouth because of what I might have said. The last thing I wanted to do now was embarrass myself.

She reached for the hem of my shirt and slowly slid it off me, her hands brushing my skin. Her touch made my skin crawl with excitement.

“Wow, beautiful,” she whispered. I blushed deeply. I was on Cloud 9 right now. She called me beautiful. She. Yuri Kwon. Called me, beautiful.

Then, she slid a hand under my bra and began to massage my breasts. I half gasped, half moaned. “Y—Yuri…” I said, feeling her using her other hand to pull down my pants.

“Yoona, you’re so beautiful,” she said again. I tentatively opened my eyes to see her smile at me. I tried for a smile myself but couldn’t as she continued to massage my breasts.

After she pulled off my pants, I felt her fingers tracing a line back up my leg. I shivered with excitement. And still, I was in disbelief. Yuri was going to—

She stopped. “M-My boyfriend broke up with me,” she said. I could see her eyes starting to water.

I blinked. Then blinked again. Then, what she said registered.

I felt a falling sensation in my stomach. What was it? It couldn’t be disappointment, could it? Did I really want … it … that much?

“Aw, I’m sorry,” I told her, hugging her. I felt her arms wrap around me.

“I’m sorry.”

I looked at her. “For what?”

“For doing this to you,” she replied.

I smiled and shook away that falling sensation in my stomach. I wanted to respond, but when I opened my mouth, nothing came out.

Yuri hung her head. “You can sleep here if you want. I’ll sleep on the couch,” she said.

I stopped her from getting up. “No, its ok. I’ll just go home,” I told her.

She hung her head even further. “No no, it’s not because of you,” I said quickly, trying to reassure her. “I just—feel—” I stopped myself. I actually didn’t want to stay because I had yet to come to terms with myself about what just happened. And if I stayed longer, I was afraid of what might happen. I didn’t want to do something that I, or Yuri, would come to regret later. Especially after a breakup.

“It’s ok, I understand,” she replied. “You probably hate me, huh?” She smiled a bit.

“What? No! Of course not! You’re my best friend!” Right after I said that, I realized how much that didn’t help. “I love you!” I said, hastily trying to fill in the gaps. After a few still seconds, I realized what came out of my mouth.

Yuri was looking at me, mouth open, eyes displaying shock.

I covered my mouth. What had I done?

I took the chance to quickly slide my clothes on, run out of the bedroom, and put on my shoes before driving home.

I woke up to the sound of my ringtone. With my eyes still half closed, I leaned over and looked at the caller id. “Yuri<3”

I froze. Should I answer? It was best to confront your problems, not run away from them. Right? I hoped it was.

I accepted the call. “Yuri?”

“Yoona?” I heard her angelic voice say. “Can we meet around 1:00 at the noodle restaurant?”

“…uh—yeah, sure,” I replied. I wanted to tell her so much more, but my mouth prevented me from doing so.

After a second or two of silence, Yuri spoke again. “Yeah, so see you then?”

I nodded. “See you then,” I said. When I hung up, I started panicking. Why did she want to see me? The optimistic side of me proposed that she wanted to confess to me. The more pessimistic side of me warned me that she might want to sever ties with me, considering I was gay. And maybe that scared her. Which scared me.

Why was I so stupid? I sat in bed with tears on the brink of spilling out. If I only had more self-control of myself. I wish I hadn’t been so stupid. And rash.

I decided to go, nevertheless. No matter what kind of news she bore, I wanted to at least show her that I was a good friend and wouldn’t be late. Ironically, though, she was late.

“Hey Yuri,” I greeted her tentatively. She gave me a warm smile before sitting down.

“Hi Yoona,” she replied.

The rest of the lunch went by normally. It was as if Yuri decided to ignore what happened yesterday. I did no such thing, though; I kept on distracting myself with stupid, random thoughts. Like hypothetical situations and ways to fix it and so on.

After we had finished, I stood up. Yuri stood up with me, hastily. “Yoona, come to my house with me,” she said. Her eyes pleaded me, and I couldn’t resist her pleading eyes.

I merely nodded. She smiled and led me to her car. The restaurant was close enough for me to walk, but far enough from her that she had to drive. I guess it just worked out that way today.

On the drive home, not a single word was exchanged between us. This made me uneasy; usually, I had no problem striking conversations with Yuri. Right now though, Yuri had this aura about her that made me close my mouth every time I opened it to bring up something to say. Every time I looked at her, she had this intense expression on her face, like she was concentrating really hard on something. I had to say, she looks really hot doing that.

When we arrived at the apartment building, we silently walked up the stairs and into her apartment. I glanced in the direction of her bedroom. Yuri, however, dragged me to the couch near the door this time.

“Yoona?”

“Yeah?”

“C-Can you comfort me?”

She sounded so fragile, I just wanted to hug her. But instead, I put my arm around her shoulder and let her head lean against my shoulder.

“Yoona, do you know why I broke up with him?”

“No...why?”

“Because I think I started to fall in love with you.” My breath hitched. I was sure I heard her right, yet my brain refuted it. Logically … right? Could she? “And when I realized that, I felt guilty and broke up with him,” she continued. That verified it.

“Yuri, I—”

Suddenly, Yuri turned us around so that she was on top of me, yet again. “So when I said ‘comfort me’, I meant this,” she whispered to me in a husky voice. Then, she reached for the hem of my shirt. I gasped slightly, my stomach overturning itself as butterflies invaded my stomach. Did I want this? Hell yeah, I did.

“Yuri…” I gasped as she took off my shirt.

“Let’s take this to my bedroom, shall we?”

I only blushed in response. Yuri grinned and lifted me, carrying me bridal style into the room.

When we arrived, she gently set me on the bed and resumed her position: on top of me. “So, are you up for the task?”

I shuddered with excitement. The feeling was exhilarating. The feeling of anxiety, of excitement, of … lust?

Yuri slipped off my shorts, the cold air piercing my frail skin. “Are you willing?”

I simply nodded once. I couldn’t muster anything else, as I had no strength to do anything other than respond. “Thank you,” she whispered, then reached behind me and unclasped my bra.

When I realized what had happened, I blushed furiously and move my arms to hug my naked chest. Her arms had already pinned mine, so when she felt resistance, she grinned. “Don’t. You’re beautiful,” she told me. I blushed even more, suddenly not able to make contact with her.

I felt her gaze move away from me, and before long, something wet on my breast. “Hnnn,” I let out a drawn out moan, arching my back to meet her mouth as she pleasured my boobs and their nipples.

She used her free hand to massage my free breast, kneading it with expertise. My nipples became rock hard very quickly.

“Mmm, you’re so sexy Yoona,” she said, causing me once again to flush. I could feel my lower regions beginning to become irritated. The feeling intensified as she took a hand and touched my upper, inner thigh.

“Hnn!” I moaned, almost jumping when her hand made contact so close to my private region. I began to feel wetness pool in that area.

“Hmm,” she hummed, lowering herself down to my legs. She swiftly took off my panties, leaving me stark naked. “You’re so wet, Yoona,” she commented, placing a finger on my core and teasing its folds.

“AAHH,” I moaned, much louder this time as I involuntarily bucked my hips in a desperate attempt to meet her finger. The attempt was in vain as it met empty air.

“Are you a virgin, Yoona?” I nodded shyly. “Ok, this is going to hurt a little, but just trust me, ok?” I nodded again.

She flicked at my core a bit more, inducing more of my juice before placing a finger inside me. I shuddered with pleasure. The feeling was indescribable. I was not looking forward to tomorrow as my throat was most assuredly going to be dry by the next morning.

Soon after, I felt her slow down. I bit my lips, trying my best not to just scream out and tell her to move faster, harder, and deeper. “Oh, your hymn has already been broken?”

“Sp-sports!” I moaned, giving the briefest explanation I could before biting my lips again.

Yuri noticed this, apparently, and put another finger in me, beginning to move faster. The temptation suddenly became ten times harder to resist. “Say my name.”

“Yuriiii~~” I moaned. She swiftly entered a third finger inside me. I could feel my walls trying to stretch to accommodate her. “Unnnggggg,” I moaned again. Her pace quickened, her fingers reaching deeper inside me with every thrust. “Yuri…” Then, something happened. She hit a spot inside me, and my mind exploded. Fireworks burst behind my already tightly shut eyes. “Yuri!” I screamed, unable to hold the temptation anymore.

“There it is,” I somehow managed to catch her say. She continually hit that spot, causing me to probably wake up her neighbors, but I couldn’t stop myself.

Yuri continued to pump her fingers inside me until I felt an intense pressure build up in my core. “Yuri, I’m going—”

“Cum for me,” she whispered. And somehow, as soon as she said that, I felt a huge release. I saw colors I thought weren’t even possible as I felt wave after wave of cum squirt out of my core.

After a few seconds, I shuddered to a stop. “Thank you,” Yuri whispered to me, planting a light kiss on the top of my head.

“I—I made a mess…” I said, ashamed.

“I think I like you messy,” she replied. I blushed furiously, which only made her chuckle. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled the blanket over us. “Next time, you can pleasure me.”

I turned beet red. I wonder what that was going to be like.

#smut #soshi #snsd #snsd smut #yoona #lim yoona #yuri #kwon yuri

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gayelderstourney · 1 year ago

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OLD MAN YAOI BRACKET ROUND 2

Propaganda:

Sheo/The Nailsmith:

It's really nice because you unlock it after the nailsmith asks you to kill him with the pure nail and you refuse and walk away. He then says he was wandering hallownest without purpose until he found sheo who helped him discover that there was more to life than just one calling. These two are probably the only characters in the game to have a genuinely happy ending

The nailsmith loses his purpose in life after finishing his ultimate masterpiece, his lifelong goal, the pure nail. He requests the protagonist to try the nail on him, but If you refuse, he will find sheo who helps him to find new meaning in life and realise that there is more to life by teaching him different crafts. They can then be seen sculping figurines together, and sheo is also painting the nailsmith.They share a common love for art and crafts and inspire each other. Sheo's story is that he was a nailmaster, but got tired of it, and put down his nail to pick up a paintbrush. I think it's beautiful that he could help the nailsmith realise what he himself did. They both also used to live in solitude without even realising how lonely they were, and I think it's cute tuhat they can do art together now :]

They are two bugs retired from their career and making better lives for themselves and they’re gay about it. Nailsmith believes at first that he has nothing left after creating the perfect nail and asks the knight to strike him down, and if you don’t, he meets Sheo, a retired nailmaster finding a new calling in painting and sculpting. They find a shared love in creating things and Nailsmith finds a new calling in art as well. The achievement you get for uniting them is called “Happy Couple”

Gay bugs gay bugs gay bugs (Cw mention of suicide) They both used to pursue their one passion in life: forging the perfect nail (sword) for the Nailsmith and the art of combat for Sheo. Sheo realized he could just leave that life when he lost his passion for fighting, and he found himself a new purpose in life: art. However, he always seemed very lonely, completely isolated by all other bugs in his hidden house in the middle of a thorn jungle. When The Nailsmith achieved his goal and forged the perfect nail, he lost his purpose in life and his will to live. He asks the player to kill him. However, if the player refuses, he can later be found in Sheo's house, modelling for Sheo or sculpting figurines with him. He thanks the player for not fulfilling his request, because he has found a new calling in life here, making art together with Sheo. They both express how happy they are to no longer be alone. This also gives you the "Happy Couple" achievement, confirming that they are a couple.

THEY'RE CANON!!! They're fucking canon!!! You can talk to them at one point after doing a Bunch of Stuff to get them to meet each other and you get an achievement called "Happy Couple"!!! Gotta love old man yuri

Jean-Luc Picard/Q:

theyre kind of the ogs. q fucked that old man for SURE. if they arent old enough for you in the next generation (1987-1984) they probably will be in picard (2020-2023). also when i went looking for the pic i included i googled “star trek picard q in bed” and there were actually multiple different instances of that happening that popped up

um it’s unclear what age Q is supposed to be in TNG but in Picard they’re both undeniably old as balls. Q has godlike powers that he just uses to hang out with this bald old man in increasingly strange and annoying ways. And call him “mon capitane” like a freak and materialize next to him in bed and say Good Morning Darling and lounge all over the Enterprise like a fruit anyways I think they’re abnormal and I like them

what if you were an all powerful nearly omnipotent being who has been worshipped as a god on planets across the farthest reaches of space and the first guy to just not give a shit about you makes you fall madly in love with him

I can’t get my thoughts clear right now but they mean so much to me. They’re meant to be with each other ok. the sequel to spirk. they would be canon if paramount werent COWARDS

if I were an entity as old as the universe itself and I kept visiting some old guy on a spaceship trying to justify the existence of humanity it would 100% be for gay reasons and Q understands this concept on an intimate level actually

#polls #gay elders tourney #round 2 #tournament poll #hollow knight #sheo #the nailsmith #sheosmith #star trek #jean-luc picard #q star trek #qcard

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octoberautumnbox · 4 months ago

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Hello fellow Yuri enthusiast I would like to throw another thought in your head. Siblings Jooe and Yuri being he slut sisters you use and abuse ;) all the spitting choking and fucking these two polar opposite sisters.

Idk I saw those bikini pictures of jooe and she kinda looked like a thick yuri and now I want them both heh.

(idk which jooe pics anon send some in thru dm or imgur or smth pls and I'll edit this to add when u do!)

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Her chains clack against the bedposts; you somehow keep forgetting that these handcuffs aren't the flimsy ones she can easily break free from. Fortunately, it seems she keeps forgetting too, and it only turns her on more as bruises develop on her wrists. Tears stream down her face and her incoherent babbling as you piston deep into her fuckhole only earn her more of her rough fucking.

"Guh, fuck, please, hurts, hu- AAHHHHHH!!" A well-timed slap of her tits brings her ever so close to the edge. You watch them bounce for you as you pound her into the bed harder and harder, and Jooe's consciousness steadily starts fading away once more.

"Please, shit, I'm-" she struggles to blurt out, each thrust seemingly hitting a reset button in her head. You knew what she was trying to say, but if she was gonna be a weak-willed slut like this she didn't deserve to get what she wants.

Just then, the door creaks open and Yuri strolls in with her towel. She's halfway through drying herself off, her own swimsuit still dripping with the poolwater onto your shared room's tiled floor.

"Oppa," she sing sweetly, "can I have a go after Unnie?" She kisses you delicately on the cheek, then on the lips with just the slightest bit of teasing tongue for you. It always turned them on to watch each other take your cock, and it looks like this was no exception.

"Of course, baby. Anything you like," you reply, almost faltering. Jooe reminds you of the job you're in the middle of, as her walls squeeze deliciously around your shaft and makes her pleasures known by the growing wet spot on the bed right under her sore and abused cunt.

"Oppa, please, I wanna cum, I'm so cl-- oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!! AAAAAHHHH" She delays her orgasm and resultant scream as long as she can, luckily just enough time for Yuri to shut the door and make the room soundproof again. Once she hears the door shut, she lets everything out, and her squirt escapes her poor hole. It splashes all over her crotch, glistening on her puffy pussy lips and coating your rock-hard cock to fuck her even better. You have to give her a moment of respite, else she might actually lose her mind and her ability to hold herself back when with other people.

Pulling out, the last few drops of her girlcum land on the sheets underneath her and she watches as your cock exits. Jooe also watches, her chains clacking again, as Yuri sweetly takes over with licks and pecks on your cock, determined to clean up every single trace of her elder sister before taking you on herself.

"Mm, yummy," she muses gleefully. "Ehehe, how does Oppa want me?"

"Hands on the headboard baby," guiding her to face away from you, right over her sister still cuffed to the bed. She follows immediately, her excitement showing as the crotch of her swimsuit gets wetter than the rest. In position, she looks back at you with love, nothing but a thin piece of fabric that left nearly nothing to the imagination the only thing between you and her perfect pussy.

You pull it aside and she moans cutely at the sensation of being exposed. Rubbing a finger against her puffy lips elicits more lewd sounds, followed by two, and three, before finally teasing her with your cock.

"My good girl, do you want it hard like your Unnie?" you ask gently. Yuri isn't one for rough fucking by default, and you've learned to make sure before taking her.

"Mmm, let's start slow, Oppa," she says as she guides your hand to her boobs, showing her Unnie how well you pleasure her little sister, "we have a show to put on, after all."

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a/n: just a little warmup before I work on actual fics :DDDD

#girl group smut #kpop smut #izone smut #jo yuri smut #jooe smut #momoland smut #fic box #drabble box

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moomoorare · 20 days ago

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Okay guesses for what the next season will be called are always hilarious. I gotta take a shot at it too.

Here's my guesses:

- Spare life

Each session you can give your best buddy an extra life, but you'll lose all saturation so you better have food. It's a very secretive series where it's revealed all the hearts were either given to Pearl, who asks them so nicely. To Jimmy the most pathetic guy in the series who BEGS for them. Or Scar, who scams them out of their pockets with a new mechanic called "Trick Track Truck", at least that's what he calls it.

The mechanic is actually useful because the one who gains the most will be brought back to life to fight with the last remaining player.

Jimmy still loses but comes second to last. Gem wins because I want her to.

- One life

Hate this title, great because it confuses people even more with the numbering scheme. Anyways it's actually a murder mystery dinner they all have to solve. They can't really solve anything because they keep killing each other. That doesn't matter because actually they have like 15 lives, also there's a bomb. No one wins. Kidding!!! Skizz wins cus he was the one faking being shot at the murder mystery party he sat up.

-False Life.

Because I want False to be added. That's it. 🥰

-Cub Life

Or Cub. Who's a literal bear that stalks them and makes increasingly crazy ass machines to fuck with them. Also they're all A/B/O coded.

- Zombie Life

Everyone has to run from Cleo who gets massive w's and can kill them all with a stick. They actually start a cult or church for her, ran by Scar, Bdubs and Etho. Grian too bc he's always into that shit. And Gem and Pearl, because I'd like that. Cleo wins again because the others all kill themselves. Also she accidentally kills Bdubs at the start of the season after he says Yuri time for the fifth time she hangs out with the Girrlss.

-One Life for Life

the one who survives the longest has gotta then live through the season like an hardcore world, alone. It sounds sad, but actually all the dead are haunting them. Weait, oh yeah that's sad. Anyways, they win a jackpot of one million netherite scarps and nothing else. So they can say they're rich.

- Grian Life

they all look like Grian, there's two squads of either fish and bird, but they all look like him. Absolutely useless information that changes nothing.

Tagnames are not shown, theyre all numbered Grian1 through Grian17. Grian isn't even number Grian1.

They have one life. The point isn't even surviving because actually you can respawn. It's kinda like Among Us. There's an impostor and that'll be mumbo. He still loses.

- Dumb ways to die-Life

completely breaks the way it's been titled for years and they all gotta find the stupidest fucking ways to die. If you die to a creeper or fall damage you gain a life. You start with three. Goofiest ass wins this season. Fuck lore-heads.

-Run for your Life

they give /op to one player. They all don't know who. It changes each session, three times. The goal is for the all powerful god to die at least one time, but it has to be at someone else's hand, since they can't naturally die, it's a new mechanic. They can absolutely fuck with people but cannot directly kill them.

- Fuck Life

they all um. no. Well they say "fuuuck life!!!" And immediately try to die faster than anyone else to have the saddest ending. First to die is Jimmy. Poor Jimmy. Somehow he's brought back to life. He still dies right after.

That's just my thoughts after having woken up at 4 pm and going to bed at 5 am. Yeuh

...

So what do you think it'll be? What are your ideas for the next season?

#life series #trafficblr #traffic smp #third life #last life #double life #limited life #secret life #im so hypedds #i actually wanna know what you think it'll be #rare rambling

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hurpdurpburps · 4 months ago

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Otherside Picnic Manga Yuri Club Special Story 6 English Translation

SPOILER WARNING: Takes place immediately after the events of File 6 - Resort Night at the Beach of the End in Vol 2 of the novels.

Written by: Miyazawa Iori

Translated by: @hurpdurpburps

Chapter 6: Ishigaki Island, A Dazed Vacation [1]

The hotel room was air-conditioned and comfortable.

It was mid-afternoon, with the sun almost directly overhead. Although the glaring sunlight outside our windows was so bright that it was almost painful, it didn’t reach the inside of the room. With the lights off, the room felt dim, as if cut off from the rest of the world.

We were in a hotel room at a resort on Ishigaki Island.

Toriko and I were laying on a large bed, dazed.

We’d barely escaped the beach on the Otherside that we’d wandered into from the outskirts of Naha, and ended up on the faraway island of Ishigaki. On the verge of a mental breakdown, we’d impulsively fled to a resort hotel on the island in search of a place to relax.

The walk-in rates for our room was expensive, but I wasn’t in a position to point that out. We were in desperate need of some rest and refreshment.

We were doing fine immediately after our return from the beach on the Otherside, but as time passed and the tension that had been building up for so long was released, our condition deteriorated.

I suppose you could consider it a state of collapse. The shock we’d experienced from the Otherside was probably too much to bear. Somehow we had managed to check in, but I barely remembered anything afterwards. I was sure we’d entered the room and collapsed onto the bed... I couldn't remember anything after that. Everything felt like a fragmented dream, but I most likely simply blacked out.

It was already late morning when I woke up... After visiting the bathroom and drinking some water, I returned to bed, neither speaking nor thinking about anything.

Although it would’ve been more accurate to say I wasn’t capable of thinking about anything. A few hours had passed since then before I was finally able to take stock of our situation and put it into words.

"Are you awake?" I asked, my voice husky.

Toriko groaned in response as she stared at the ceiling.

"Good morning."

"Mmmm…" Toriko cleared her throat and repeated herself. "Good morning..."

"Are you going to sleep a little longer?"

"Dunno..."

And that was the end of our conversation.

We continued laying in bed, dazed. Toriko was on her back, staring at the ceiling. I rested my head against the headboard on a pillow, looking at the wall across us.

I could hear the gentle sound of waves beyond the windows.

Occasionally, I could hear people's voices coming from somewhere outside. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but they seemed to be laughing happily.

Come to think of it, we were at a resort. If we got up and went downstairs, there’d surely be tons of fun stuff to do.

And yet here we were, simply lazing in our room, wasting our time away in the shade and air conditioning, doing nothing. I knew better, but had no desire to do anything at all.

Depending on how you look at it, this might actually be the most extravagant way to spend time at a resort - staying put in a comfortable place, resting our body and mind, in a tropical location [2]…

Little by little, I could feel my ability to think return, but it was still a far cry from my normal state of being. Just remembering the scene on the beach, that deep blue sky above our heads-

I suddenly felt faint, and when I had finally regained consciousness, the clock had moved forward by about twenty minutes.

This is no good, I have to stop thinking about it. It’s bad for my brain.

I shook my head and lowered my gaze.

At some point, Toriko had decided to use my thigh as a pillow. Her long hair spread out messily on the sheets. She was sleeping on her side, so I couldn't see her face.

Perhaps in contrast with the bright sunlight outside, the inside of the hotel room was tinged with blue, as if it’d been passed through a filter. Toriko's golden hair appeared dull in the desaturated scene around us, and it felt as if I’d stumbled into a tranquil scene from a movie.

Without thinking, I reached out and stroked Toriko's head.

Toriko made no reaction. Facing away from me, she accepted my touch as if it were the most natural thing to do.

I had the sudden realisation that we’d missed our college classes, but I suppose it couldn’t be helped.

It was impossible for us to return right away, due to both time and distance.

I didn’t feel like rushing home immediately. Neither of us had recovered yet.

How many days did we intend to stay when we checked in?

We haven't been asked to check out by this point, so I don't think It’s just one night.

I'll confirm it later... It’s fine for now. I don't have the energy to think about such things.

But I'm starting to get hungry-

As if on cue, I heard Toriko's stomach growl just as the thought crossed my mind.

I waited until I had the energy to speak, then said, "You must be hungry."

"Mmn…" Toriko replied.

"Do you want to eat something?"

"Where...?"

“Dunno. The hotel must have a restaurant or something, right?"

"Or room service…"

"That sounds good too." My stomach started to growl just as I said that.

This time, it was Toriko’s turn to say it. “You must be hungry.”

The both of us burst into a fit of laughter.

It seemed strange that our stomachs were the first to complain, even though we hadn't fully recovered yet.

TL Notes

General note: I adopted a more 'literary' prose style to match the tone of the novels. Hence, the translation in this series will be significantly more liberal than my usual analytical posts. Feel free to ask me anything.

[1] The title of this short story is 石垣島、呆然のリゾート, which can be translated literally as “Ishigaki Island, Stunned Resort”, which makes no sense, so I made a more liberal interpretation.

[2] The term used here is 南国, which refers to Southern regions of Japan such as Wakayama, Kōchi, Kyushu and Okinawa, or even Hawaii and Guam in a 南洋幻想 context. Anyways, the gist of it is that due to the ‘tropical island’ connotations that come with 南国, I decided to translate this line as such.

List of Yuri Club's Otherside Picnic Short Stories [my translations]:

1. Shinjuku, The First Meet-Up (新宿、初めての待ち合わせ)

2. Hasshaku-sama Epilogue (八尺様エピローグ)

3. Ochanomizu, The First Afterparty (お茶の水、初めての打ち上げ)

4. Ikebukuro, Cafe Meal For One (池袋、ひとりカフェ飯)

5. Naha, After The Big Job (那覇、大仕事の後)

6. Ishigaki Island, A Dazed Vacation (石垣島、呆然のリゾート)

7. Mercedes AMG, The Backseat (メルセデスAMG、後部座席)

8. Otherworldly Elevator, On The Way Back (異世界エレベーター、帰路)

9. Kozakura Mansion, Pizza Party (小桜屋敷、ピザパーティー)

10. Ikebukuro Bookstore, Meet Up (池袋の書店、待ち合わせ)

11. Hannou, In The Car From The Station (飯能、駅からの車中)

12. TBD

#otherside picnic #裏世界ピクニック #urasekai picnic #Otherside Picnic Yuri Club Special Story #裏世界ピクニック百合部限定SS

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arimiadev · 4 months ago

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(you can read this article down below or on my blog!)

How to Sell Visual Novels at Conventions

Or, “how do you table at an anime convention and actually get people to stop by your booth and actually get interested in visual novels????”

Picture this – me, someone who’s never been to California nor flown alone arrived to the Hyatt at the San Francisco Bay, being greeted by several online friends I’d known for years but never met in person. After a great time walking around the surrounding Burlingame area and meeting back up with the rest of our group, we had to actually put in some work for the day.

That is, setting up our booth for the convention starting the next day.

We unpacked box after box, taking turns standing around with our hands on our hips and heads tilted wondering “how the hell are we going to set all of this up?”. I decided to make it my job to set up our keychain display. All I had to do was get a copy of each keychain we had and pin them up – we even had a box from prior conventions that had a single copy of (most) of our keychains, for displaying. But as I opened more boxes, I found more and more keychains…

After threatening to change the password on their Vograce account, I found we had 10+ boxes of merchandise for niche visual novels that we were trying to sell at a vtuber convention. Not an anime convention, not a gaming convention, a vtuber convention! Going to bed that night, already tired, I was sure there was no way we would make a profit…..

…And yet, we made more on Friday than they had for the entire convention in 2023. By Sunday, we had made more than double that, having sold items to over 100 customers with most purchases around $40 each. We weren’t selling fanart, we were selling a majority completely original art.

We lived the dream of a lot of indie developers – we sold physicals of our indie games and people bought them. But how did we do it??

a little context

Some background – OffKai Expo is an annual vtuber-oriented convention in Burlingame, California, a suburb of San Francisco and just 15 minutes away from their airport. If you don’t know what a vtuber is, just go watch my oshi Gavis Bettel. In 2023, Studio Élan had a booth at the convention as it’s somewhat local to some of our members. We decided to have another booth at the convention for 2024 and I offered to work at it (what’s a booth without a marketer?).

The only anime convention I’ve ever been to was the local one in Memphis, namely Anime Blues Con, but those are….lacking, to say the least. Not much to do, very limited artist alley, waning attendance (which was already small to begin with), barely any new artists nor sights year after year… I’ve always wanted to go to a convention outside my area, to say the least.

But how did we manage to make the weekend successful?

conceits

What we did won’t be entirely replicable for most devs reading this, but there will be some insights and takeaways that I’ll highlight that are applicable to anyone wanting to table at conventions and sell their games.

Our table was for Studio Élan x VirPro – it was a joint table between our yuri visual novel studio and our indie vtuber friend streaming group, Virtuality Project. We sold some merch for VirPro, but I’d estimate that was no more than 20% of our sales – we still would have made a profit even if we weren’t selling that merch.

this table held our limited VirPro merch. we were able to hang our Élan prints on the wall behind it thanks to our friends at Studio Nekomata allowing us to tape our prints to the backside of their display. we also had a Miho cutout, but she didn’t want to stand up this weekend…

However, it is important to note that Studio Élan is not a new studio. We’ve been around for years, have 15k followers on Twitter, and have several visual novels released. We’re not extremely well known, as we are within a niche within a niche, but we aren’t unknown either. Some people actually cosplayed our characters at the convention! It’s definitely possible some locals came to OffKai Expo just to see our booth & panel (we also held a panel on Saturday where we announced 2 new games).

Another thing to note is that we have a stock of merch from running an online store and having held Kickstarters before. Specifically, we have physical copies of almost all of our games as well as artbooks, soundtracks, clothing, and more. We had tons of keychains and 11×17 prints, sure, but we also sold a lot of merch that is much harder and more expensive to produce.

So, tl;dr, things we had going for us:

We are established developers with a following & released games

We have a sizeable amount of merch already made for our online store, including physical games & artbooks

We were boothing with our indie vtuber friend group and selling their merch on the side

But our main problem:

We were boothing at a vtuber convention, not an anime or gaming convention

Now, with all of that out of the way….

convention standards

First off, let’s look at some basic things you can expect while tabling at a convention. (for the purposes of being specific to visual novels, when I say “convention” I’m only referring to anime & gaming-adjacent conventions—OffKai falls under this as vtubers are both anime & gaming-adjacent)

At a convention, you will typically be selling in either the artist alley or the dealer’s room, which are both referred to as the vendor’s hall. For small conventions, these two may be the same area. The artist alley is typically for artists selling keychains, prints, and more. The dealers room is for vendors that sell larger merch or have more items to sell – this can include artists but also includes people selling imported items (such as anime figures) and companies.

Conventions have a set amount of hours that the events go on and the vendor’s hall is usually not open the entire time. These rooms will usually open in the morning, around 10AM or so, and allow vendors an extra hour for fixing things before opening every day. For OffKai, we had to stay at our booth for about 8~ hours every day, except for Sunday. Sundays are always the shortest days for 3-day conventions, as the convention will usually wrap up around dinner time (if not earlier).

Vendors get time the night before the convention starts (usually Thursday night, with most conventions I’m referencing being Friday-Sunday events) to set up their booths. It took us around 3 hours to fully set up our booth, with 4 of us working on it. Setting up your booth will go a lot smoother if you do a trial run before the convention.

Every convention I’ve tabled at or known a vendor at provides vendors with at least 1 table and a chair. More chairs are usually easy to get, you just need to ask staff before the vendors hall opens up.

tip 1 – bring a friend

Conventions provide tables and chairs, but they don’t provide helping hands! You’re probably going to need help unpacking and setting up the table, but you’ll definitely need to take breaks during the convention for the bathroom, food, and more. You can’t just ask staff to sit at your table and you can’t just hide everything while you’re gone. Bring a friend to help out!

If you have to go alone, make friends with the people boothing next to you and ask them to watch over your table if need be. Be sure to keep your money and payment processors with you if you ever have to step away. And bring snacks & water!

our merch

Like I said, at Élan we have typical merchandise for our visual novels like keychains and acrylic standees, but we also have physical copies of our games for PC & consoles, artbooks, soundtracks, and more.

We had these types of merch:

Acrylic & wooden items

Keychains

Standees

Pins

Print media

PC discs

Console discs & cartridges (Nintendo Switch, PlayStation 4 & 5)

Artbooks (game artbooks, limited edition anniversary artbooks)

Soundtrack discs

4×6 prints (CGs, key artworks)

11×17 prints (key artworks, exclusive convention artworks)

Clothing & fabric

T-shirts (4 designs, 1 color each)

Hoodie (new collaboration design, for all of our games)

Scarf (new collaboration design, for 1 of our games)

Fabric flags (key visuals)

Misc.

Grab bag (misc small items)

$5 bin (misc small items)

Pencil bag

Mousepad

Enamel pin

Plushie (limited Makeship leftovers)

Some of these were items we’d never sold before such as the hoodie, scarf, and 11×17 prints. Some of them were also much more of a hassle than others.

In terms of storage and cheapness to make, prints and stickers are by far the winners (we didn’t sell stickers at OffKai but plan to in the future). Prints are basically the best thing you can sell for production cost:profit, as a 4×6 print can cost you $0.20 but sell for $5+ and an 11×17 print can cost $0.60 and sell for $15-20.

On the other hand, t-shirts can be some of the most difficult merch to work with. They take up a lot of room (we had at least 2 boxes of just shirts/hoodies) and require you to have multiple different sizes. The plushies were great & easy to sell, but at the same time they cost a lot per unit and take up even more space than shirts.

The physical copies sold great, but the cost to produce & room to store them makes them unwieldy for most developers. I would recommend them over more bespoke merch like clothing, though—several people came to our booth, having never heard of our games, and left with a physical game. CD discs rather than DVD cases are much easier to store and can be handmade, although ours are manufactured.

tip 2 – be selective with what merch you make & bring

Unless you’re lucky enough to have a convention down the street from you, chances are you’re going to have to travel to the convention. That means packing everything up, possibly shipping it, etc…. You need to be picky with what you bring if you don’t have multiple cars to throw it all in.

My merch recommendations:

4×6 prints

Ours were $4-5

Dirt cheap to print, easy to store

Easy for people to buy because of the low price point and ease of carrying

Idea – these are so cheap to print, at the very least print some of your key visual & logo to hand out to people for free

Stickers (die-cut or sticker sheets)

Dirt cheap to print, easy to store

Easy for people to buy because of the low price point and ease of carrying

Idea – some conventions won’t allow you to hand out free stickers. For conventions that don’t, I would sell either singular die-cut stickers or sell them in packs

Keychains

Ours were $12-15

Cheap to print, not very hard to store

At this price point people want to have an attachment to the characters before buying

Idea – if your game is relatively unknown but you still want to print keychains, consider packaging them with something else like the game or a sampler CD of the demo / soundtrack

Physical CD disc games

Ours were $30

Not cheap to print, not very hard to store

People will buy copies of games they’ve never heard of because it’s an interesting item to own and seen as more value than a digital copy (even if physical is more expensive)

Idea – it doesn’t cost much to get a 50 pack of CDs, the cost comes from the packaging and time to make the entire thing. If you don’t have a finished game yet, consider printing your demo out on CDs in paper slips to hand out for free

our booth

Now that I’ve talked about basics for conventions and what merch we sold, what did our booth actually look like?

We didn’t have a pre-convention trial run, so we were essentially winging it. With all of the merch I outlined, could you believe we crammed all of the display copies on 1 table, 2 shelves, and 1 clothing rack?!

Our main focus was making sure each of our physical games were visible. After all, we were at a vtuber convention where most attendees didn’t know us, so we wanted to have a way to show off our games. We spent a lot of real estate on showing individual game copies and having brochures spread out.

tip 3 – have an idea of how you’re going to display things before the convention

We also brought several items to display merch. For keychains & pins, we had a simple corkboard leaning on a photo stand / easel. For acrylic standees, we had a clear nail polish stand. For physical copies, we had photo stands and bookends. For clothes, we had a small clothing rack. For physicals, we had 3 small bookcases. These were all extremely helpful, but they are added costs and more things to carry to the convention.

here’s a better look at our 2 bookshelves. the purple ladder one was at the back of the booth highlighting some items and storing various artbooks & bundles and the smaller one was at the front left of the booth by the VirPro merch, basically in the walking aisle

The corkboard and various photo stands were must-haves, regardless of what you’re selling. A corkboard makes it easy to display anything on it, whether it’s keychains, stickers, mini-prints, announcements, posters, and more. Photo stands were also super helpful for propping our corkboard on but also showing off individual physical copies.

this was me trying to arrange the corkboard and acrylic stands. photo stands and art easels can in handy!

Along with the display stands, we also brought some decorative items like pink table clothes and flowers. These aren’t required, but help make your booth more noticeable.

A few miscellaneous items I plan on bringing to our next convention are a hand sanitizer dispenser, a small air purifier, and fliers. I always keep hand sanitizer on me, but it’s easier to use it when it’s in a convenient bottle and place. Several of us got sick after the convention (despite me wearing a mask), so I’m also bringing a small air purifier to keep some germs away from the table. I also want to bring small fliers for our upcoming games—while brochures are wonderful, I want something that’s easy (and cheap) to hand out to anyone who looks at our booth, not just the people we talk to.

tip 4 – be aware of merch thieves

We arranged our table in a way that we didn’t have to worry much about people stealing merch, though that is a problem at some conventions. As you might’ve noticed from the pictures, our smaller items like the keychains are at the far back of the booth, right beside where we sit. That allowed us to keep a better eye on it.

Rather than sitting behind our tables, we arranged our booth to be where people would walk inside it. This allowed us a way to talk to people easier. We also made sure to hide our card readers, phones, and more when any of us left the table, though this was easy because we almost always had 2-3 people at the booth at any time.

my advice

If I were an indie dev looking to booth at a convention and had the time and spare change, I would if it were close enough to drive to and the booth cost under $500. Unless you’re an established developer or have a popular artist working on your project, it’s hard to justify that cost.

tip 5 – don’t forget to budget for…

booth costs

extra badges (most booths come with 2 free badges)

hotel

travel

food

merchandise manufacturing

any shipping fees (your luggage, merch, etc.)

display items, extra things for your booth

While you may find a booth for $250, you also have to remember the travel fees, cost of food, all of the extra items you’ll need aside from merchandise, and more. A $250 booth for a 3-day convention could easily end up costing you $2,000+, and that’s if you don’t pay yourself or coworkers for their time at the booth!

If you’ve never been to a convention before then definitely go to one as an attendee before becoming a vendor. Get a feel for the place and have some fun, even if it means you won’t be able to booth there for months or a year.

tip 6 – be sure to bring…

Some kind of handout for people with your game & logo on it (fliers, business cards, brochures, etc.)

Small stationary merch for your game (4×6 prints, stickers, etc.)

Corkboard to display things on and something to prop it up

A way to take card payments and cash for change

Hand sanitizer

Pen/pencil and sticky notes

Clamps

Tape

this is the inside of our old brochure! it details our different games and highlights some upcoming titles

I’d also try putting your demo on CDs to hand out to people who seem really interested if you can. CDs are pretty cheap to get now, and even if you just get a 50 pack that can run you around $12, which ends up being $0.25/CD. Not a bad cost for getting a potential fan, if you hand them out only to people who are really interested or package them with other merch and sell them.

Your main effort if you’re not an established developer, however, will be awareness. Talk to the people who stop by your booth. Tell them hi and explain to them what you make. I had several people clearly not understand what visual novels were, but I had many more who became interested once I mentioned we made these games. “Wait, you actually made them?!”

tip 7 – talk to people!!!

People at conventions think art is cool. They think indie games are cool. Be honest with them and show them your hard work. Yeah, this means you have to put on your extrovert cap for the weekend. Just don’t treat it like you’re a car salesman—you’re a game dev first and foremost and enjoy this line of work so much you want to share it with strangers at conventions. Let that shine through in your words.

All in all, conventions are stressful, tiring, and a lot of fun when they’re run well. If any of this sounds interesting to you and you find a convention close enough to you or one that will be relatively cheap to attend, I recommend trying it out.

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OffKai Expo was so, so much fun and I’m so happy I was able to attend. It was a well run convention, our booth did amazing, I got to meet actual fans IRL, and I was able to finally see a lot of my online friends in person. I was scared leading up to it but I’m so glad I pushed myself to go. Having an in-person panel there where the room was almost full absolutely blew me away—I kept asking “do they know what room they’re in? Did they get lost?” If you came to our panel or booth, thank you!!

— Arimia

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An Alliance (Part 7)

Fem! Spy! (Y/N) x Yuri Briar

Parts: One, two, three, four, five, six, current part, eight, nine, ten (to be continued when Spy x Family has more Yuri content!)

(Y/N) is given her own backstory that is important for the story!

The setting for this story is based off West and East Germany's (because Spy x Family is heavily based off Germany in the 1940-1950) laws (or at least replicated to the best of my abilities since it's unknown what time period Spy x Family is exactly in, we'll go with 1950 for the sake of this story).

Historically-accurate women misogyny and mistreatment! Only small comments and historically-accurate laws (replicated to the best of my ability).

The story, plot, and settings might not match up to the Spy x Family manga as it's not completed and the manga is still being crafted.

This series contains spoilers for the manga and anime!

The alarm rang and I groaned, covering my head with the sheets as Yuri got out of bed and turned it off.

"Ugh. I have a killer headache." He groaned.

"Then come back to sleep with me... You can miss a day..." I muttered.

"You're a bad influence..." he sighed.

I felt the covers lift and was surprised when he actually climbed back into bed.

Oh? Am I gonna get to sleep in?! I thought, excitement taking over me.

I sighed happily—glad to be able to sleep in—especially after last night's events. I carefully tested the waters, wrapping my arms around Yuri and digging my face in his chest to block out the sunlight from the curtains. He hugged back, making me even happier as I felt myself starting to drift back to sleep.

"WAIT!" he screamed loudly, jumping out of bed and looking at me like I was a virus.

"Really, Yuri?" I whined.

"YOUR CHARMS MAY WORK ON OTHER MEN, BUT I AM NOT LIKE THEM! I WON'T BE EASILY FOOLED BY TEMPTATIONS, YOU TEMPTRESS WITCH!" he wailed loudly, pointing an accusatory finger at me.

"What the hell are you talking about...?" I muttered.

"Your spells of enticement won't work on me! I have work!" he shouted.

"Ugh. I can't believe you're actually going to work with a hangover, you goodie-two-shoes." I whined, tearing up in my eyes. "And you're dragging me with to a job I don't get paid for. That's just mean, Yuri." I pointed over, shoving my face in his pillow.

"You do get paid for it! And you can't use those charms on me— wait, a-are you actually crying...?" he muttered.

"No..." I spoke, my voice muffled in the pillow as I breathed in his comforting scent to lure me back to sleep.

"H-hey! Stop crying and get ready!" he scolded, picking up the covers from me.

"You're mean..." I mumbled to myself, getting up and stretching my arms.

"Y-you're so damn oblivious." He spoke, his face flaring up.

"What's gotten you excited?" I questioned, wiping the tears from my eyes as I started to get over not sleeping in.

"I'M NOT EXCITED!" he shouted. "And when you stretch in the mornings, y-you should cover your bottom half, or at least get a longer nightgown, or pants." he mumbled softly.

"Oh." I spoke, looking down at my legs then smirking evilly once I realized what he meant. "Yuri's a pervert, huh?"

"I AM NOT! YOU FLASHED ME WITHOUT CONSENT!" he screamed.

"And I'll do it again, but worse if you keep yelling at me this early in the morning." I spoke calmly as his face bursted into red.

I was worried he'd turn blue by the way he'd stopped breathing for a second. He regained his senses, coughing into his palm and looking away.

"You're such a brat, just hurry up and get ready." He ordered.

"Or we could stay in bed all day. Together." I emphasized, smirking as he screamed.

"You're the pervert here; not me!" he shouted, running to the bathroom and shutting the door.

I quickly changed, brushing my hair and laying down on the bed, waiting for Yuri to hurry up. He walked out and I immediately smiled.

"So, Yuri. You have a thing for crying or something?" I chuckled. "Funny with your job with torture and all."

"NO!" he shouted, his face getting red.

"And you like thighs best?" I teased more, taking a wild guess as he screamed loudly, grabbing a pillow and chucking it at me.

"SHUT UP!" he shouted.

I laughed, catching the pillow and hugging it to my chest, enjoying his reaction as he screamed at how stupidly lewd I was.

"It's okay, Yuri. I don't mind that I caught you staring. You're my husband after all." I teased.

"I SAID SHUT UP!" he yelled, red in the face.

"I'm supposed to know what makes you tick. Besides, you're cute enough to let it slide." I chuckled, loving this way too much.

Maybe I am a sadist.

He covered his face with his arm, looking away from me.

"What? Did you enjoy the view?" I questioned, deciding to leave it as the final teasing comment as his face went even impossibly redder.

He coughed into his arm again, taking a deep breath and staring at me blankly.

So what if I did?" he questioned.

"I...what?" I spoke, my heart beating fast.

"So what if I did?" he repeated, taking a step towards me.

"Ah! No! Teasing is my thing!" I exclaimed as his eyes lit up evilly, covering my vision with my pillow, afraid of how red my face would be.

"What? Once I respond back, you decide to get shy?" he questioned.

He pulled the pillow down from my face. Seeing him closer to me as my heart beat faster and my mind to malfunction.

"Ah!" I yelped quickly clutching onto the pillow tighter and covering my face with it again, only for it to be ripped down from my field of vision again.

"I think that's not far. Don't you deserve a punishment?" he questioned, getting closer to me

I screamed loudly, shoving the pillow in his face and shaking his hand off me, running out of the bedroom and screaming: "YURI'S A HUGE PERVERT!"

"What?! You're the one that started it first! I just gave you a taste of your own medicine!" he declared, chasing after me.

"YOU MADE ME ENHALE APHRODISIACS OR SOMETHING!" I screamed, running around the apartment to get away from him.

"I DID NOT! DON'T GO SCREAMING AROUND THE APARTMENT SAYING THAT!" he yelled.

We made it to the agency and clocked in, walking down the many hallways.

"Second-lieutenant! Mrs. Lieutenant!" we both turned around, confused.

Am I Mrs. Lieutenant? That makes me sound a little old.

"Morning, Lieutenant!" we both spoke, saluting.

I think I'm getting accustomed to their traditions. I thought, smiling proudly.

"The boss wanted you to interrogate a potential spy in interrogation room four, Mrs. Lieutenant. He said for you to specifically act motherly, possibly to bring their guard down or something." The Lieutenant spoke.

"Yes, sir." I saluted.

"Second-lieutenant, you're in charge of watching the investigation." The lieutenant spoke.

"Yes, sir." Yuri saluted.

"Report back to the boss afterwards. You're both dismissed." Lieutenant spoke, handing me a packet.

Me and Yuri nodded, then walked down the hallways as I scared through the document.

"I'm going to show you how good of a mother I can be for our kids." I teased, stretching my arms.

"Don't you ever say that again." He deadpanned, a disgusted look on his face.

He led the way to the room and before opening the door, I slapped his hand gently.

"Not yet. Just trust me when we're in there, alright?" I spoke.

Yuri looked at me confused, then nodded.

This isn't the first time I played the mother role. I've used the skill to bring out information from others whilst their act their weakest. It's dirty, but I think I can bring down this person's guard.

I knocked on the door three times, then walked in as Yuri looked at me, intrigued to see what my methods would be.

"Hello, hun. You're Zeni Houston, right?" I questioned, taking a seat in front of the man.

The man was young and timid, looking around nervously.

Oh. I got this.

Yuri sat on the sidelines near the transcriber as Zeni nervously tapped the desk.

"Don't worry, I don't plan on hurting you. Believe it or not, I'm not a fan of violence much." I smiled, forcing my voice to be soft and not projecting.

"Then why are you working here?" he quickly retorted.

"I'm here to find the truth about this war and about the government." I responded.

"The government lies!" he shouted, then covered his mouth. "Sorry, sorry!"

"No, no, love. It's okay." I smiled as Yuri huffed, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms as I briefly looked at him, before focusing my attention back to Zeni. "I'm aware the government lies, but I like to pay special attention to the information we're given, from the government, from Westalis, and from the people I interrogate such as yourself. In order to... even out this cracked ground we're tip-toeing on, I need your help."

"Really?" he questioned.

"Of course." I hummed, tapping my finger lightly on the desk to mimic his actions from earlier. "Do you have any nicknames?" I questioned. "I don't really like the awkward atmosphere around us."

Zeni shook his head: "No. I don't have any nicknames."

"Can I make one for you?" I questioned.

"I mean... I guess?" he muttered, hesitate.

"What do you think of Zen-Zen? Or just Zen. Or Ni?" I suggested.

"I think I like Zen best." He smiled nervously.

"Alright, Zen. Now, is it alright if I ask you questions about your home life? You're allowed to keep personal information private, but if you do decide to lie to me while answering any questions I have, I'll know and I will unfortunately have to take you to my boss." I explained. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am." He gulped.

"Very well, Zen. Let's get started." I spoke, placing my hands on my lap to make myself appear smaller and motherly in hopes of making him open up. "Did you have both parents growing up?" I questioned. "If yes, are one or both still alive?"

"Yeah. They're still alive." He nodded.

"Are they split or are they together?" I questioned.

"They're still together." He answered. "Twenty-eight years now."

"That's quite a while. Was their relationship healthy? For example, they rarely fought in front of you two and they spent time alone together such as going on dates." I suggested.

"It was fairly healthy." He answered.

"That's lovely. I didn't have both parents around growing up, but if they were still here, I would visit them every weekend." I confessed. "How about you, Zen? How often do you visit your parents?" I questioned.

"Mostly for the holidays, but every now and then I stop by and say hi. My parents live far up on the East side of Ostania while I live here because of my job." He answered.

"I see. What do you work as?" I asked.

"I'm a constructor. To be specific, I fix the houses and buildings that were destroyed from the bombings." He spoke, becoming skittish as he mentioned the war.

"Oh! Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I questioned. "If I'd know that, I would've congratulated you! I'm really thankful of the hours and dedication you put into our country. That field uses a lot of math, but I'm really bad at it, so I think it's really special that you're able to use those complicated formulas to help house people and communities alike."

"It was complicated at first. I went to a university so I could study it since I was bad at it too." He admitted sheepishly.

"I see. What university did you go to?" I questioned.

"Garten University." He spoke.

"Garten University? As in, the one where you need a GPA over 4.0 to even fill out the application sheet?" I spoke, gawking at him.

This guy? A scrawny, wobbly, 5'4" man working in construction and having a degree in mathematics? He sure is something!

"Yeah. It's a little embarrassing." He sighed.

"How so?" I questioned.

"Because people naturally assumed I snuck in or paid my way through since I don't look like somebody who'd work in the construction field." He admitted.

"To be honest with you, Zen, I really thought you worked in Foreign Ministry or as an accountant doing paperwork. It shows that I should've listened more when they say 'don't judge a book by its cover'." I laughed, getting Zen to slip up and chuckle.

He's warming up. Good.

"I'm really impressed that you've made yourself such a successful person, really. That's a lot of dedication and patience to do what you do, I'm really proud of you." I smiled, causing Zen to fluster up.

"T-thank you, ma'am, but it's really nothing." He stammered.

He's not used to compliments. I can use that to get info out of him.

"Do you have any siblings?" I questioned.

"No. I'm an only child." He answered.

"Woah, that must've been lonely, huh?" I asked.

"A bit, but I had many friends I'd go outside and play with." He spoke.

"What did you like to do with your friends? I liked to ride my bike with my friends growing up." I confessed.

"I liked to play tag with my friends. I also enjoyed playing cops and robbers, w-which is a bad taste of irony now." Zen chuckled nervously, clamming up in his shell.

"Yes! I used to play that too." I spoke, faking my enthusiasm to keep him open. "I was always the fastest runner when playing, yet I always tripped and got caught." I laughed.

"I was always the one calling out 'time out'." He admitted, flustered.

"Oh. So you're the one making the game harder than it needs to be." I joked, then laughed. "That's okay, we all have our limits, at least you knew yours."

"Yeah." He smiled.

"Now. What was your first job?" I asked. "I helped a nice woman in my hometown bakery for some change when I was six. I even learned how to make her chocolate chip cookies."

"I'm more of a peanut butter cookie type." Zen smiled. "I worked in a bike shop when I was eleven—it was my dad's bike shop actually."

"Ah. It wasn't in your ideals to take over?" I questioned.

"It blew up in one of the bombings." He spoke, a sad smile on his face. "But luckily, me and my family were visiting my grandparents at the time it happened, so we didn't get hurt."

"I see." I nodded. "Do you enjoy your current job now?" I questioned.

"Well, I like to build the buildings, sometimes I can even upgrade the buildings from the original design with a little imagination and signature from my boss and the employer, but it's sad to see the after result of war. Sometimes, I'd find dead bodies inside the rubble. I can't stand the smell of dead things, but the sight of it makes me puke my guts out." He admitted, a sorrowful expression on his face.

"It's never fun to see what us humans have created." I sighed. "What company do you work at?" I questioned.

"Bau des Herzogs" Zeni spoke.

“Is there any coworkers or employees you hate there? Such as your boss, a coworker who complains too much; stuff like that?” I questioned. "Or perhaps the other way around? Someone having it out for you?"

“No. I don’t really talk with the other employees. I feel a little out of place since I’m so young compared to them.” He admitted shyly.

“Ah. I feel that one.” I laughed. “You live alone?” I questioned.

“I have my cat that keeps me company.” He smiled.

“Aw, cute! What is it’s name?” I asked.

“Dough...” He mumbled, embarrassed. “I-I picked the name when I was thirteen and decided to keep it when I got older!”

He’s certainly quick to avoid looking stupid, I thought and smiled.

“It’s a adorable name! I should ask my husband to get a cat or dog.” I spoke, lying.

I heard Yuri let out a choked splutter, before coughing, making Zeni turn his attention to him and the documenter, immediately making him quiet.

Damn. I thought. I was doing so good too.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I questioned. “Or a boyfriend, I don’t judge.” I quickly spoke.

He looked at me weird—probably confused on why I would ask if he had a boyfriend since our times are pretty homophobic towards that—before speaking.

“Ah, no… but there’s a girl I’ve been crushing on for a while.” He confessed.

“Really? Is she pretty?” I questioned.

“I like to think so. But what I like most about her is that she’s really kind. Like, kind enough to if you ask her to help you look for your dog, she would search until sunset then go back home and grab a flashlight to continue looking.” He rambled.

“She sounds lovely. I wish you the best.” I smiled.

Nothing. He‘a absolutely innocent. Which dumbass decided to even reported him?

“Alright, Zen. We’re pretty much done here.” I spoke, leaning back in my chair and stretching my arms.

“R-really?” he questioned.

“Yeah. You’ve innocent. You haven’t lied to me once.” I shrugged my shoulders carelessly.

“How do you know?” he questioned.

“What? You wanna confess and make me look like I fool?” I spoke.

“N-no, ma’am! I was… expecting to die… honestly.” He admitted, squeezing his fingers together tightly.

“I told you, I don’t like violence. And besides, you’re an innocent person, I have no intention to hurt you.” I sighed.

Yuri stood up from his chair, flabbergasted as the documenter looked shocked himself.

“(Y/—“ Yuri immediately stopped himself from saying his name. “Ah, Mrs. Lieutenant!” he exclaimed. “Y-you can’t be serious! H-he did something to gain enough suspicion to be reported; he’s guilty!” Yuri spoke.

“You’re stupid.” I spoke bluntly, causing everyone to look at me even more shocked.

“Second-Lieutenant, with all due respect, I believe in innocent until proven guilty. Zen here hasn’t done nothing wrong, he’s just a shy and timid person whose single—that is what got him reported, because people aren’t allowed to be themselves and they aren’t allowed to keep secrets in fear of the government.” I rambled. “Zen is innocent, and if you have a problem with my verdict, we can skip together hand-in-hand and talk with the boss about this as we kiss and make up.” I smiled, clapping my hands. “Would you like that, love?”

“I mean... N-no…?” he muttered, face red as he looked down at the ground.

“Very well. I’ll lead you out, Zen.” I spoke, opening up the door.

Zen followed, nervous as Yuri quickly tailed us, not daring to keep us out of site.

“Do you have a ride home?” I questioned Zen as we navigated throughout the hallways.

“No, ma’am.” He answered.

“We’ll get a taxi called for you.” I spoke, walking down the halls and to the front office.

I told the office clerk to call a taxi as I waited outside with Zen to make sure he was safe here. Yuri didn’t seem happy as he leaned on the brick wall with his arms crossed and glaring daggers at Zen.

“Ignore him, dear.” I quickly spoke. “He just wants my attention.” I teased as Yuri huffed, angry at my comment.

I made small talk with Zen before the taxi finally arrived here.

"Bye, Zen! Have a safe trip and good luck on the girl, hon." I waved as he hopped into the taxi, waving back before leaving.

I immediately turned my attention back to Yuri, smiling as he looked at me angrily.

"Something wrong, love?" I smirked.

"You want the ice cream sample, or the whole document?" he questioned.

"I don't know. What do we have the time for?" I questioned.

"The whole fucking document." He grumbled. "First, you kept calling him pet names. Second, you extracted absolutely no information and even let him leave. Third, your approach was soft and held absolutely no threat. Fourth, what are you gonna tell the Director? And fifth, I know he didn't use it, but you gave him the option to withhold information." Yuri explained, using his fingers to exaggerate. "Would you like more? That was the first paragraph of the six pages."

"And here's my argumentative essay to your thesis." I frowned. "First, I used those names to trick his brain to thinking we're close. Second, I received no suspicious information because not everyone that's brought into the office is a Westalis spy. I didn't recognize his name, face, or voice, and I, not you, would be the one knowing if he was a spy since I was one. Third, my approach was like that because I was assigned the motherly role straight from the Director. If I used violence or threats, it would've clammed him up with information he wouldn't release; because he'd be scared that once you hurt him for some info and he spills, you'll hurt him for some more. Fourth, I'm gonna tell the Director straight up that Zeni Houston is innocent. And fifth, I gave him the option to withhold information because it's a psychology trick. If you give someone one option they don't like; they're less likely to do it rather than give them two options that could benefit them." I took a deep breath, done explaining.

"Alright. Now, let's see what the boss says about that." Yuri spoke, grabbing my arm roughly.

I pushed down the anger in my gut, deciding it'd be best to just follow him.

If the Director gets mad, and I die, then I guess I die. Though, it would really suck, especially after I told Twilight how I want to live and have a family. I thought, resisting the urge to smile at the irony if the situation did come to be that.

We made it to the office, knocking on the door and hearing confirmation almost immediately.

"Hello, you two!" the Director greeted cheerfully as me and Yuri both saluted, saying our own hellos.

"I got the info from Zeni Houston, and I've come to the conclusion that he's innocent." I spoke.

"That's great— wait, huh?" the Director immediately replied.

"I've also sent him home." I added.

"Huh?!" the Director exclaimed. "Y-you just did that without permission?!"

"I did. There a problem to that?" I questioned.

"Well... yeah?!" the Director blurted. "Completely out of line, not to mention your life is on the line for this!" He spoke.

I looked at Yuri, seeing him glare at me with a smile, happy that he was right.

"I'm aware." I responded, ignoring the audacity that he'd believe I've forgotten that. "Sir, I did exactly what you wanted me to do; I interviewed him and stayed in a motherly role just as you requested. I held no bias in this situation, nor did I ever resort to unnecessary violence. I never once recognized or suspected him as a member of WISE. He never lied once, he was honest and willing to cooperate. This was just simply a normal citizen being report due to their closeted nature and timidness; I'm sure this isn't the first time it's happened, though I doubt you and your men are smart enough to have enough common sense to come to the conclusion."

"You have balls. They're imaginary, but they are there." The Director spoke, then laughed, a smile on his face as I chuckled at the random comment.

"I'm sure you can request the transcription from the transcriber there. I assume the room was bugged with a secret camera too and microphone too, so you can check that out if you don't believe me." I suggested.

"I'm a little mad, but I'm a little impressed too. I'll look over the footage just to make sure, though. No hard feelings." The Director smiled.

"Of course, sir." I smiled.

"Good work. Now, anything else?" he questioned.

"No, sir." I spoke, looking at Yuri.

Yuri looked shocked, devastated, angry, and frustrated all at once.

He's even more cynical than me, and that's shocking since it's me.

"Come on, love." I spoke, grabbing his arm and dragging him out of the Director's office. "We have work!"

"I can't believe you, brat..." he grumbled.

"What?" I questioned as we walked down the hallway.

"You got out of trouble scott-free! I don't think I'd even be able to get away with that!" he grumbled, keeping his voice down to not alert our co-workers of the argument.

"I'm just good at making two and two work." I smiled. "It's a pretty useful skill I learned."

"Yeah! And I'm mad it worked!" Yuri hissed.

"Aw. Don't worry, love. It'll rub off on you...maybe..." I mumbled the last bit to myself.

"Huh? Say something, brat?" Yuri challenged.

"No, sir." I answered.

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW! (Author's note: I found the internal dialogue in this chapter to be hilarious and there's no way I could cut it out!)

It's been a week and a day since (Y/N) met Yuri. In that time, (Y/N)’s already exhausted of SSS work. Interrogations, collecting data, stopping shootings, and even another assassin attempt on the minister feels just too similar to working at the Westalis Intelligence for her liking.

Yor called and asked if Yuri could tutor their daughter, Anya Forger. Yuri agreed, and (Y/N)’s being forced to follow since he still doesn't trust her alone.

To say Yuri was excited to see his big sister was an understatement, he was absolutely bouncing up and down the walls, skipping on the way and almost tripping on his face if it wasn't for (Y/N) holding onto him.

I wonder, if my siblings were still alive, would they be excited to see me like that? (Y/N) thought. Doubt it. Plus, if it was Yuri’s level, it’d be really creepy.

They made it to the familiar building and door. Yuri slammed the door open, causing (Y/N) to stare, shocked. Why the door was unlocked, (Y/N)’s not sure if idea if it was brute strength or a flimsy lock but it sure opened.

“I’m at your service, sis!” Yuri shouted loudly.

“Ack!” (Y/N) exclaimed, shocked at his boldness and audacity to just do that in a building where others live. “Sorry for not knocking!” she immediately bowed.

“Oh! No worries! You’re both family after all! It’s good to see you both!” Yor smiled.

“Nice to have you back, Yuri and (Y/N).” Loid greeted.

“Hmph.” Yuri sighed, giving Loid the cold shoulder.

“Anya, this is my little brother, Yuri. And this is (Y/N), Yuri’s wife, so my sister-in-law.” Yor introduced.

The kid was small. There’s no way she’s six. But she has really cute eyes and hair. I like her weird cone accessories, though I’ve never seen them before. Is this the new generations sense of fashion? (Y/N) thought intensely.

Anya seemed to have cold feet, hiding behind Loid’s feet, yet spoke: “I’m Papa’s daughter, Anya. Nice to meet you.” She spoke, a slight childish tone and mispronunciation of words.

Aw! Cute! (Y/N) thought. Even though she’s not Twilight’s biological daughter, I can tell that she does think of him as one! That’s so cute! Would my children be this cute?! I hope! Obviously not with Yuri, he’d probably be a really confusing father. I don’t ever see him actually getting married to anyone, I’m just “married” with him so I can live. I hope I’d find someone to actually live soon though.

Yuri stared intensely at the little girl, his racing thoughts consisting of “the devil spawn of Loid” and how jealous he was that she got to see Yor everyday.

“I think I have heartburn…” Anya sighed, her face showing disinterest and displease

Oh. Did I scare her? I’ve heard I give off a scary vibe to people, but children usually always loved me? Was it Yuri that scared her. (Y/N) looked over at Yuri’s judging face. Oh, definitely. I’d be scared too. Just waking up to that face scares me. She thought, joking with herself as she resisted the urge to laugh at her mental joke.

“Oh, no! Are you okay? Maybe you should rest up a little before we study.” Yor spoke.

They were led to the living room and sat on the couches. (Y/N) sat at the end as Yuri sat in the middle of her and Yor. Yor kindly poured tea for them as Loid and Yuri talked, (Y/N) letting them take hold of the conversation.

“So, how have things been at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, you two? The recent peace talks must’ve been tough to handle.” Loid questioned.

Let’s pump for some intel, Loid thought.

(Y/N) looked at Yuri, expecting him to lead the conversation just like last time.

“Mm, yeah… I guess…” Yuri paused.

I was the one pretending to be the minister that day. Afterward, even the SSS must’ve figured out they’d been duped by “Twilight.” The circumstances demanded it, but that was a huge risk we took. Loid thought intensely as he smiled.

Is this pissant mocking us over all the heat we took from the opposite party? The conference was delayed because of a terrorist attack! I’m not going to let you make me look bad in front of my sister, you despicable bastard! Yuri thought, his face noticeably disinterested and frowning.

Man. The atmosphere is so awkward. I wanna go back to sleep… (Y/N) thought, staring back and forth at Loid and Yuri. Sucks I can’t, I’m wrapped around Yuri’s finger and doing this stupid SSS work. I should’ve retired earlier when I was a spy, then I wouldn’t be acting buddy-buddy with these guys.

I have to be careful! Loid thought.

I have to make myself look good! As a diplomat, to fall into this role. Yuri thought.

Maybe I can convince Yuri into letting me cook tonight, but it’s unlikely since he’d think the seasonings are poison. (Y/N) thought, clueless to the internal battle these fierce rivals were having.

“Did the incident lead the government to make policy changes?” Loid questioned.

Of course you’re digging for info, Twilight. (Y/N) thought, mentally sighing. Always thinking about work. Why doesn’t he bud out before his curiosity leads him into a grave?

"I couldn't be more proud of the hard work my ministry did to ensure the talks ended safely." Yuri spoke.

"Yeah, it was some hard work but we managed. I'm just glad nobody got hurt badly." (Y/N) smiled, hoping to throw Yuri off of Loid's trail so he won't know that Loid is a spy.

It's dangerous though, if I act too buddy-buddy, me and Loid would both be exposed. But if I keep silent, Yuri might suspect of something. Or perhaps he'd be dumb enough to ignore it since Yor's here. However, I don't want Loid to suspect I'm doing real work with the SSS; sentencing spies to death and all, though that much can't really be helped since my life is on the line. I'm basically considered a double-agent... just with extra steps. (Y/N) thought intensely, adverting her gaze to Anya.

Anya seemed excited, clenching her fists, looking back between (Y/N), Yuri, and Loid.

Papa versus Uncle Yuri versus Auntie (Y/N)! Spy versus secret police man versus double-agent! Uncle Yuri doesn't know who Papa is, but Auntie (Y/N) does! And Papa doesn't know Auntie (Y/N) is a double-agent! But Papa knows Uncle Yuri's identity, and Papa knows a bit about Auntie (Y/N), but so does Auntie (Y/N) knows about Papa and Uncle Yuri. Is Papa winning or is Auntie (Y/N) winning?! Anya thought, excited as she looked around.

"Well, someone's feeling better. Time to start studying." Loid spoke, causing Anya to deflate. "I don't want to be in the way, so I'll run some errands." Loid smiled, sitting up.

A fine chance to work on my other missions. Loid spoke.

But who won?! Anya thought, shocked as she watched Loid stand up.

"Okay, should we get started?" Yor suggested.

(Y/N) looked down at the notebook on the table in front of them, mentally groaning.

Ah. Biology. I never understood what the hell the Handler was trying to tell me when she tried teaching me it... (Y/N) thought.

I said I'd do this because I'd do anything Yor asks, but am I really going to sit here and tutor her husband's dim-witted child. Lucky little brat, getting to spend every day with my sweet sister... I'll hit her with some hard ones and introduce her to the pain of the real world... Yuri thought, scribbling math problems down onto the notebook.

"Yuri, love, I think that's a little too hard. Not even I understand it." (Y/N) spoke, tilting her head to look at the paper better.

"Oh, really?" Yuri questioned, turning his attention to his "wife".

Did she not go to school or something? What an idiot... Yuri thought.

Anya scribbled down her answers to the equations, giving the paper back to Yuri.

"What?! You got every one of them correct?!" Yuri shouted.

"Heh heh heh." Anya chuckled, smirking proudly.

"Wait, really?!" (Y/N) shouted.

A-am I really that stupid?! (Y/N) thought in her head. How did I keep being a spy? Why am I an SSS agent now? What the hell?!

"Then what do you even need to study for?" Yuri questioned.

Oops, that's right! I can't cheat on the day of the midterm, so I need to study for real! Anya thought.

"Oh... that was just dumb luck." Anya responded nervously.

"Oh... I guess... that makes sense... does it?" Yuri mumbled the last bit to himself, a little confused.

Ah. So I'm not all that dumb? (Y/N) thought, mentally sighing relieved.

Yuri and Anya continued studying as Yor watched nearby. (Y/N) leaned her head on Yuri, watching intently as she tried to piece together what Yuri was trying to teach Anya. Yuri almost jumped, before remembering their fake-act, then decided to let it slide since Yor was watching intently, mentally cheering in her mind of how glad she is that Yuri is happy (who really isn't, but Yor doesn't know that).

"No! That's completely wrong! You're not so bright, are you?! Get your act together, kid!" Yuri shouted, pointing his free shoulder to Anya to not disturb (Y/N) much.

"Yuri! You need to be more supportive!" Yor scolded.

"Yeah, be nicer." (Y/N) agreed.

A kid won't look forward to studying and won't study on their own if they get discouraged... (Y/N) thought, remembering how she had to tutor her little brother in English, extremely frustrated how he couldn't understand what she understood. Now that she's way older, she could've been able to properly teach him with the knowledge she's gained of children and life.

"I don't want to see Anya get expelled. Please Yuri, I'm counting on you." Yor spoke.

Yuri went crazy in his head as (Y/N) tuned out, annoyed at the sibling-affection.

Rub it in that I'm an orphan, will ya? She thought, resisting the powerful urge to punch Yuri in the gut.

"By golly, I am going to work so very hard! I am going to become an umperial skoller and be an important person, and take care of my be-love-id Mama forever!" Anya spoke, clumsy making speech mistakes as (Y/N) mentally cringed at it (despite knowing that she does it very often too).

Umperial skoller? Sounds like an ultimate roller-skater! (Y/N) thought, daydreaming.

What a fine child! How can she be so virtuous here?! And what's an umperial skoller? Yuri thought.

"I'm going to make you some tea and sweets, Anya!" Yor spoke, excited and heart-touched

Ooh. Please be brownies. I'd steal one. (Y/N) thought, still daydreaming.

To love my sweet sister so much... No, get ahold of yourself! This girl is trying to still Yor from me! Don't be taken in! But still... maybe... Yuri thought it over in his head, the process of teaching Anya and how happy Yor would be.

"All right, I will teach you." Yuri spoke.

Time went on as (Y/N) eventually dosed off, still leaning on Yuri as he did his best to ignore (Y/N) and focus on Anya's tuition.

"No, look, you made a mistake." Yuri spoke.

"Oh no!" Anya exclaimed.

"The grammar here gets very complicated. You don't need to parse the whole thing. Just focus on the verb." Yuri pointed out.

Anya seemed exhausted, her brain frying the longer she went on.

"Do you not like studying?" Yuri questioned.

"I hate it. Do you like it, Uncle Yuri? Are you a weirdo?" Anya questioned.

"Don't call me 'uncle'. And when I was young, I hated myself for how useless I was. I wanted to be able to help myself sister. And I studied really hard so I could. I felt like I grew an inch taller each time I answered a question right. I loved that feeling. I worked hard at language skills... because I thought that if I could speak well, I could become a lawyer or a journalist and make the world a better place for my sister. I worked hard at chemistry and biology... because I thought that if I mastered anatomy and medicine, I could heal my sister if she ever got hurt or sick. I worked hard at math and psychics... because I knew they were the root of everything that affected the safety and comfort of my sister's life. Ultimately, I decided to become a diplomat, but I still rely on all those powers I developed back then." Yuri explained in a buck-load.

"Powers?" Anya spoke.

"A great man long ago said it best. 'Knowledge is power.' That's what you need to understand if you want to be someone great. Knowledge is everything. It's the whole enchilada." Yuri explained.

"Knowledge is... a swole chihuahua?" Anya commented, scared.

"No! A whole... forget that part!" Yuri sighed.

"If I study hard, can I make medicines?" Anya questioned.

"Yes! Exactly!" Yuri encouraged.

"Can I build rockets?" Anya questioned.

"That's right!" Yuri cheered.

"Can I conquer the world?" Anya smiled.

"That's... well... I... I guess? Is that what you want?" Yuri spoke, mumbling the last part to himself as he looked at Anya suspiciously. "Do you get it now? Never mind the next test. Focus on the triumphant you of the future!" Yuri explained.

"I get it now!" Anya smiled.

"Focus on the sweet smile on my sister's future lips!" Yuri cheered.

"Okay, sure!" Anya boasted.

"Now let's answer this next question!" Yuri spoke.

It must've been hours they went at studying. (Y/N) woke up from her nap at their rowdiness and watched from the couch as they laid on the ground, panting and out of breath at the intensity of their tutor session.

"Well? Have you mastered that grammar now?" Yuri questioned, out of breath.

"What's a 'grammar?'" Anya questioned, out of breath herself.

"Okay, this was a massive waste of my time!" Yuri shouted. "Come on, (Y/N)!"

(Y/N) stood up, relieved as she stretched.

Good! Any longer of her butchering grammar, and I would've blown... (Y/N) thought.

Now I see... I'm the one who needs to be studying here. I have nowhere near enough power. If I'd have more knowledge myself, I would've captured Twilight that day! I could've put an end to the Western threat right then and there! I'm still powerless to protect my sister... to protect my country. Yuri thought.

Ah. Can we eat now? I'm hungry, but Yor's sweets don't smell appetizing. (Y/N) thought.

Good call, Auntie (Y/N)... Anya thought, reading (Y/N)'s mind.

"I'm sorry, Yor. We have to go now." Yuri spoke, putting on his coat and walking out with (Y/N).

"He's still as impatient as ever, I see." Yor sighed. "And after I worked so hard to make these cookies from scratch..."

Yuri ran into the apartment so fast, slamming open the door and eating every last thing on the plate before closing it the door and leaving.

"Mmmm, so good! Blech—" Yuri was cut off by puking noises.

"Oh my god! Yuri, are you okay?!" (Y/N) screamed in the hallway.

"He ate every last one of them! I guess I'll make a new batch." Yor spoke.

"No... thanks... my tummy's really full..." Anya lied, making excuses to avoid eating Yor's cooking.

Back to first person point of view!

I watched as Yuri listened intently into the bugged room, narrating what's going on as I wrote down the information I'm fed.

"Sounds like the target just entered the room. Three people. The two guys in the back are big guys. They're avoiding the door and window. Pros, from the sound of their footsteps." Yuri spoke.

Impressive, I wouldn't be able to tell whose trained and whose inexperienced just by listening to their footsteps! But I have bad hearing so.... my thoughts wandered off before I quickly forced myself back into the present.

"Conrad just sat down on the sofa against the back wall. They made the deal." Yuri confirmed.

"Okay..." The Lieutenant started, "We're going in, Yuri. (Y/N), you're coming with me."

"Roger that!" me and Yuri spokes standing up from our chairs as Yuri removed his headphones.

We forced our way into the room as the lieutenant pulled out his SSS badge, scaring Conrad badly.

"State Security Service. You're under arrest on suspicion of espionage." Lieutenant explained.

"Dammit!" Conrad exclaimed, scared as he turned around to the window and opened it, turning around.

I watched from the window as he ran into Yuri. Yuri karate-chopped his back hard as he grabbed Conrad's hand, holding his arm in a very uncomfortable and no-doubt painful position.

"Good evening, Mr. Traitorous Trash. I've reserved our finest jail cell for you. May I escort you to the precinct?" Yuri beamed.

We got into our next mission as Yuri got promoted to the title "Lieutenant" instead of "Second-lieutenant". It made me very prideful knowing he was making progress to the future he wanted (before I scowled knowing that he wanted me and other Westalians dead or locked up in said future).

"Excellent work, Lieutenant Briar. You too, Mrs. Briar." The head of the SSS spoke.

"Thank you very much, sir!" Yuri and I acknowledged.

I didn't do anything, but sure. I thought to myself.

"I have another assignment for you." The head of the SSS spoke. "Are you aware of the recent spate of books and articles being released in the West that mock and slander Ostania? A bunch of lies and conspiracy-theory nonsense. Vulgar garbage, all of it."

Yuri glanced at me as I gave him a quick glare back, our quick and silent banter going unnoticed by the boss as he continued to speak.

"And a lot of them are printed by Ostanian blackmarket presses before being sold to the West. This man's name keeps popping up among their articles." The boss spoke, pointing at one of the names. "Franklin Perlin, age 39. A newspaper journalist during the previous administration. He was arrested and found guilty of aiding anti-government extremists. I want you to follow him, secure evidence of his crimes and find out who's paying him to write this trash."

"There are no shortage of morons in the West who believe the nonsense he's peddling. I want him gone before it begins to influence the public opinion around here." The boss ordered.

"Yes, sir!" Yuri beamed as I simply nodded.

"Don't you think you're working Yuri a little too hard lately?" The lieutenant behind us spoke.

"I second that idea." I agreed, respectful to keep my tone and posture in check for the man.

"Don't worry, I can handle this! Selling out his own country just to make a few bucks... it disgusts me that this scumbag is out there breathing the same air as my beloved sister!"

Oh, Yuri. What will I do with you? I sighed, having the incredible power to keep my inner thoughts to myself.

Not even an hour later, Yuri and I found ourselves listening to the microphones in Franklin's house that another SSS agent set up, recording information down and sharing our data together as we shared a desk.

"You both really dug into the details of this guy." The lieutenant spoke.

"You can count on me, sir!" Yuri smiled as I resisted the urge to topple over on the desk and sleep.

"You've both pulled two all-nighters in a row. Let someone else take care of the rest so you both can go rest." The lieutenant explained.

"C'mon, this is nothing!" Yuri persisted.

"Is it?" I sighed as I removed my headphones (Yuri looked over at me, giving me a look, but I was too tired enough to care or try to read his emotions at the moment).

"Really? "On the 7th at 8:07, subject goes to work. Has lunch at the restaurant Fjord and orders lunch set B...'" the Lieutenant paused, taking a moment to process the word. "Fjord? Yor?"

Yuri twitched, finding himself to be caught.

"You're tired, Yuri. Go rest." The Lieutenant sighed.

"I'm not. That always happens." Yuri explained.

Yuri went quiet, listening into his headphones.

There must be something going on. I thought to myself. While I am curious to know, I don't want to pick up the headphones and do more work.

"(Y/N), you should go clock out. I'll meet you at home, okay, love?" Yuri smiled, patting my shoulder.

"Are you sure?" I questioned.

Yuri? Leaving me on my own to be alone? Without him for once? What's going on? I thought to myself. Could it be, he's worried about my health? I thought to myself. Or he thinks this mission will be too dangerous and doubts my strength and perseverance... I thought, finding myself jumping to conclusions and getting upset.

"Don't worry about me; you're still new around here, so you shouldn't be working as much as me, especially since you're a lower rank." Yuri spoke, giving me a reassuring smile.

That sounds insulting coming from you, I thought to myself. But if he really persists, then I supposed it'd be wrong for me to go against my husband's "wishes" I thought.

"You better be safe." I sighed, standing up from my desk.

I took the opportunity to prove to the lieutenant that we were a couple and kissed Yuri's cheek.

"I'll let ya take the care, so don't worry about taking the bus. Love ya!" I smiled, walking away from the awestruck Yuri and confused lieutenant.

"Never been kissed by your wife?" I heard the lieutenant speak, followed by Yuri shouting: "With all due respect, sir. Shut up!"

I grabbed my bag from a locker inside of the Director's office (the Director is still trying to figure out a place for a women's locker room, but we need to find the space and more women to join us). I walked to the bathroom and changed my uniform into a casual oversized gray sweater and black jeans.

I walked to the lobby, clocking out and exiting the building. I made it to the train station and noticed a familiar face working one of the stands. I got closer to the tobacco stand, standing right in front of the man and smiling.

"Franky?" I smiled.

"(Y/N)? Hey! You're alive!" Franky beamed. "I thought something happened, I haven't seen you in so long!"

"Aw, man. It's been a hectic few months. How've you been, man?" I smiled, leaning on the stand's dirty counter.

I can spare a few minutes. I thought to myself. It's a good thing Yuri isn't here, he'd kill us both if he found out I was interacting with a spy!

"Ah, still single. Unfortunately..." he huffed. "But what about you? I heard from Loid that you got a husband now?" Franky spoke.

Ah, he wants to know about my mission. We can't talk about it here, Ostanian cameras and microphones are everywhere, so we're going to have to be discreet.

"He's very loving and... hectic. I work in his office now! He works for the Foreign Ministry." I spoke, giving him a quick wink that the camera's in the station wouldn't be able to see or detect (the cameras are quite terribly quality, hopefully in the future we receive better and more reliable photos and videos).

"What?!" Franky exclaimed, then cleared his throat. "How'd you meet?"

"Ahaha, funny story." I smiled, a smile not friendly at all. "Some... old friend... at the old workplace introduced us. I liked my husband so much I started working in the same office as him, except I have a bit of a special contract cause I'm a woman (spy)." I gritted through my teeth.

"So they know?" Franky spoke, shocked.

"Yes, but I just have some major good luck now a days." I smiled.

"Wow... You talk to Loid recently, or your old boss?" Frank questioned.

"I've been seeing Loid around lately, we're in-laws!" I beamed. "But, I haven't talked to the boss yet, I'm sure they heard of my retirement, yeah?"

"Not sure. They didn't disclose it to me." Franky sighed. "But, hey. I'm really glad you're doing okay."

"Yeah. Hey, I got to get hoe before my husband, but I'll make sure I visit you soon, man. I'll see you later!" I spoke, waving bye as I walked away from the tobacco stand and to a ticket stand instead to purchase my train ticket.

I purchased my ticket, deciding I'd stop by the store to buy some dinner ingredients, then walk the rest of the way home. I boarded the train, looking out the window until I noticed a woman sit next to me.

"(Y/N)." She spoke, her face holding no smile.

I didn't recognize her face due to her changing her appearance in public quite regularly, but I certainly recognized her voice.

"Miss... Metal?" I smiled nervously, unsure of what I'd call her on this train.

This is my first time meeting her in public, let alone after I quit... I thought, sweating bullets.

"I'm disappointed; I thought you'd stay in the workplace longer." Miss Metal spoke, otherwise known as the Handler.

"I apologize... I ran into some complications." I muttered.

I felt guilt pierce my heart. Here I am, working with Ostania, the side that murdered my family in cold blood. Even though my mother left me when I was very young, the Handler seemed to take her place (at least in my eyes). The Handler gave me a roof, clothes, food, and helped me study; even though it was all to become an emotionally-detached spy, I still found myself seeing her as the closest thing to a mother figure.

"You're in a good situation, right?" Miss Metal spoke.

"Yes, Ma'am. I have a husband now." I spoke.

"My, you've grown. Is this husband also the one working in Foreign Ministry?" she questioned.

Damn it, to be expected. Of course Twilight wouldn't keep our promise, work always came first before relationships and friendships... I thought. This is the end, if she doesn't kill me on this train, then I'm going to have to throw away all my cups and food in case of poison, and buy new bedsheets in case of more poison! I'm going to have to check the air vents for lethal gas, and I'm going to have to check the apartment three times and more for any cameras and microphones.

"Yes, Ma'am..." I admitted disappointedly, my heart racing in fear. "I'm... also working there, but you know that, huh?"

"I've known." She whispered, her tone sending chills down my spine. "You still have your... telephone... correct?" she questioned.

My spy gear. I thought to myself.

"Yes, Ma'am." I nodded, keeping my eyes adverted to my lap.

"Stay in contact. Keep me updated on your work, and I'll give you some information. After all, we may be rival companies now, but we can still help each other, yes?" she spoke, giving me a cold smile.

"I..understand, Ma'am..." I muttered.

"I'll be expecting a voicemail once you've reached home. Thank you for your cooperation." She spoke, getting up from her seat as the train stopped. "And... you're doing good, kid. This is going to be worth it." She sighed, giving me enough time to turn and look at me, before walking out of the opening exits.

I never got swaddled in affection as a kid. Even before the war happened, I forced myself to grow up quick. I had to, that way I can take care of my family. Living in such a poor town such as Luwen with five kids really affected my dad's wallet. My older brother was in a rebellious phase, so he saw no point in helping out with our situation. My older sister had a condition that affected her socially and sometimes neurologically; she could barely get a job and the jobs she did get she couldn’t keep it for long. My two younger brothers were too young; still looking to explore the world, still trying to figure out what new games to play, they wouldn't understand the concept of money and labor if I even tried to explain it. I, however, always had a second-conscience inside my head. I was raised street-smart and taught myself how to be book-smart. I was the only one with the clearest mindset to earn money.

Even though it was exhausting having to work during the days, school myself in the afternoon, cook and clean at dusk, then sleep still dawn, only to get back to work; I wouldn't change it for anything. My father was always working, there was barley ever a time I actually spent time with him, but I could understand why he was so absent. He never tried to hide anything from us; not about the cruelty of the world, the need of money, or his feelings. He was an open man that would do anything to protect and raise his children to the best of his abilities; I only wish I could be able to return that favor.

So I never received a lot of hugs or kisses or hand-holding or even supportive words; so I cried when the Handler told me I was going good (whether she meant it or not) because she was the closest thing I could ever experience to a mother's love; or to any real love in general now.

I should've known I wouldn't be able to hide for long... I thought to myself, staring out the train's window with my teary-eyed vision. It was stupid to think I would actually get away from this war. I don't have anyone to blame but myself, I'm the one that did this to myself. I was the one that forced my way into the Westalis military, I was the one that accepted the hardships of becoming a spy, I was the one that turned my back against my own side so I could save myself, and now I'll be running back to the ones I ran from. What other choice do I have? They'll kill me if I don't accept; at least they were kind enough to make a proposition for me.

Now I'll be turning my back against a side that did their best to accept and bring me in despite knowing exactly who I am and what I've done, except this time, I've found myself backstabbing someone I genuinely started to grow caring for.

I zombie-walked to the store, picking out a lot of products and buying it with my own money as I walked home with bags of food. I cooked a big feast for Yuri and I, including his favorite meals that I know of and waited for him at the door. I felt bad for betraying him like this, especially after I started believing I was finally making progress.

"Oh? You're actually still here? I thought you left for the West, to be honest." Yuri admitted as he walked through the door, then started sniffing the air. "I thought I told you to rest!" Yuri groaned, sending me a glare.

"You deserve to come home to a good meal." I smiled, walking behind him and taking his coat, hanging it up on its designated hanger, right next to mine.

"What are you planning?" Yuri questioned, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Jeez! I can't do something nice for you? You've been overworking yourself a bit, I just wanna make sure you're being taken care of!" I huffed, crossing my arms. "Now let's go eat, before it gets cold!"

I pushed him into the kitchen, watching as his eyes widened at the sight of all this food.

"Wow, you made all of this?" he questioned.

"I told ya I wanted to treat you..." I mumbled, ignoring the heat that started to creep onto my face. "Consider it a thanks for everything you've done to me and everyone around you."

I adverted my eyes, expecting to hear some harsh words spat at me or a rant about how "suspicious" and "lethal" this meal is. Instead, I felt a hand rest on the top of my head before he ruffled it slightly.

"Thank you, (Y/N). This means a lot for me. Been forever since I've been welcomed home." Yuri smiled sincerely, a newfound glimmer in his ruby eyes.

"You deserve it, Yuri." I smiled back.

You don't deserve me, not after what I've done. I thought to myself, thinking of the message I sent to WISE's HQ.

This is Vixen. I've returned. I've got intel on the mission's of Ostania's State Security Service. I have infiltrated the forces and am currently working with them. They are aware of my connections with WISE; however, they believe it's all in the past and that I'm actually working with them. I have everything under control and am waiting for your orders.

For there to be peace, sacrifices must be made, no matter if it's family, friends, love, or someone's life.

Parts: One, two, three, four, five, six, current part, eight, nine, ten (to be continued when Spy x Family has more Yuri content!)

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octopiys · 1 year ago

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I’ve got another quote if you want to use it!

Fuck me like one of your French men, wait no I fucked that up. Paint me like a french whore, nope not right either. Fuck it just call me a slut and be on your way

It’s actually from me this time! Have a lovely time zone!

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YES 🪶ANON YOURE BACK THANK YOU I HOPE YOURE ALSO HAVINF A LOVELY TIME ZONE

COD Incorrect Quotes(plus things my friends have said)

Gaz, to Alex: awww look at Price and Nik. they look like...

Gaz: little... eggs in a basket.

Alex: what-?

Horangi: come here König, we're having a threesome.

König:

Everyone else:

Horangi: ....I didn't mean it like that.

Soap: everyone knows Ghost has giant tits.

Soap: he wears a bro.

Gaz: ...everyone does not know that.

Soap: fuck.

Ghost after watching Soap apply gun grease like he did in the trailer: fuck me like one of your French men. Wait no I fucked that up-

Ghost: paint me like a French whore- no, that's not right either-

Price:

Ghost, dying inside: fuck it, just call me a slut and I'll be on my way.

Farah, after reading 50 Shades: it is a love story!! If-

Farah: if you look over all the bdsm sex...

Makarov: gimme your phone or else I'll bomb your house

Yuri: again???

Graves: the Masked Simger is the downfall of America

Alejandro: how many times do I tell you to get the fuck out of my base-

Gaz: you know, if we were in a movie, we'd be lesbians in love.

Alex: ???

Ghost: my dad was like Bon Jovi, but worse-

Valeria: I don't know how to express this, but if I'm not sleeping with your mother, then I will NOT sleep next to her.

König: Roze, you know what pisses me OFF?

König: when people try to be FAKE REDHEADS. It pisses me THE FUCK OFF.

Ghost, in the hospital: stop, that hurts, I've got a bad arm!

Soap: and I'VE got a bad EMOTIONAL state!

Ghost:

Soap: so... so you should probably start being nice to me.

Price, after Soap made him listen to Tili Tili Bom: they sing that to Russian children!?

Price: that's probably why Makarov is so fucked up in the head.

Nikolai, who just wanted a peaceful morning:

Roach: ayo can you hand me my nutty buttys and my crack-

Price: Ghost, you cannot hate Gaz for no reason than to just say you hate him.

Ghost: goddammit.

Ghost:

Ghost: can I hate Soap instead?

Soap: come ON-

Rodolfo, trying to go on the next mission after Borderline:

Alejandro, shoving him back down: Jesus said go back to bed, you Have Not risen

Ghost: did I tell you the one time I got babysat by an iguana?

Gaz: everything I learn about you is against my will.

Laswell: don't call me a whore, I identify as a slut, bitch.

Graves, angrily: if you weren't you, and you were some creepy fifty year old man, I'd pound you!

Graves:

Los Vaqueros:

Graves: I... I didn't mean it like that-

Alejandro: I told you to GET OUT-

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starrygetou · 6 months ago

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I AM Your Girlfriend

tags: yuri!nanago (finally branching out, we cheered), H.I. trio are all happy and besties, college au

w.c: 700ish

a.n: originally this was gonna be stsg but somehow the nanago train hit me and they just made more sense w/ this scenario. i’ve been thinking about this scenario nonstop the past like … 3 days. and, i wanted to go deeper and ?maybe? get a lil smutty but i decided to keep it classy for once. (divider creds)

satoru, for the last time, she is NOT your girlfriend. there’s absolutely zero chance,” shoko instills as she grabs another drink from her bag.

“yeah. considering how you treat her in econ freshman year, there’s no way she’d even think about hugging you, let alone dating you.” geto chimes in as she finishes up her lunch, packing her trash and bag away into her bag. satoru lets out a lengthy groan, swishing around the last of her strawberry milk that suddenly doesn’t seem sweet anymore. “so people can’t change? you guys make it seem like i’m a menace,” she pouts.

“because you are,” the other two say in unison.

satoru just sits there, dumbfounded that her two best friends wouldn’t believe that kento is her girlfriend. sure, the two have had a rocky start but things changed after a recent study session between the two.

satoru invited kento over since she needed some help for their literature class, which, satoru didn’t really need help. she just wanted to see kento. and the fact kento said yes?! she would’ve kicked herself for the next 5 years if she missed a chance like this.

everything was going well too! in fact, it felt like kento’s walls were down for once. for the first time, she actually enjoyed being around satoru. finally being able to see past her antics and clown facade she puts on every day before school. sure, kento had a minuscule crush on satoru, but she never let it grow more than a ‘wow, she looks really great today’ which turned into an every day thought.

all these new feelings came rushing to the front of kento’s brain after satoru opens the door, taking note of how blue is definitely her color with these pjs. and how she was also possibly mid night time routine with a paper face mask on, hair pushed back with a cinnomoroll headband with cute floppy ears.

did i come late? no..it’s only 7:30.

maybe she goes to bed early?

did i dress properly?

i think i misunderstood the dress code.

kento, no, there’s no dress code for a study date.

who said this is a date?

why is it so hot??

did i really wind myself out from 3 steps up to the door???

this shirt feels so clingy…

do i wanna kiss her or—

“kento? kento hello???” is what finally bings her back to reality. a hand gently on her shoulder and a separate hand waving in front of her face. “are you good?”

“i’m…great actually. thank you, for inviting me over.” kento smiled at satoru before finally entering.

before satoru is able to recall more of that night, she feels a pair of arms gently wrap around her shoulders from behind, a gentle kiss also being placed on her temple. and that’s when satoru finally loosened, scooting over a bit at the shared table and moving her backpack aside.

“sorry for being a hermit all lunch, i have a—“

“—statistics test. yea i remember that’s today” satoru finishes for her, gently wrapping an arm around kento’s waist as she sits and gets comfortable. “you’re gonna do great! just try to remember the tricks i taught you and you’re golden,” satoru beams up to her girlfriend, the two pecking lips together after which leaves their audience across the table completely dumbfounded at the scene playing in front of their eyes.

“so…you weren’t lying…” suguru breaks her silence in what feels like an eternity.

“that’s a really weird thing to lie about dude. besides! i don’t need to feel insecure about what others think about us,” satoru says looking at suguru before glancing to kento, resting her chin on the other’s shoulder.

“but you…and her…?” shoko stares at kento, not even being able to finish the rest of her chips.

“i will admit, i was *not* a fan of you in the beginning,” kento finally speaks up. satoru responding by pretending to be stabbed in the heart. “but..things do change. and i’m glad they did.”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #jjk nanami #nanami kento #nanago #jjk fanfic #nanago fic #yuri!nanago #starrygetou drabbles

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notpetrarch · 1 month ago

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petra what do you think about yuri and being shipped with jesse

I've never heard of this 'yuri' thing, is it some kind of Eastern food? They serve this wicked hot soup by the Pagoda, but it's all Villic to me.

Me and Jesse've been on a few ships before, it's alright, but the beds are kinda cramped. We're actually taking another ship soon, out on an expedition to a mooshroom island a hundred thousand blocks down south of Beacontown. It's a ten-TNT-cannon brig-sloop, awesome artillery. The captain's a pretty cool guy, said he'd be giving us the master suite, whatever that means. Jesse's still pretty busy with construction paperwork so it'll be a few weeks. For a winter celebration, a lot of things keep getting set on fire.

#rp #mcsm #mcsm petra #mcsm jesse

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siilvan · 9 months ago

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The people have spoken, and they want PetraxYuri NSFW Alphabet 🤭

PetraYuri NSFW Alphabet

You're officially to blame for me not working on Bloodsport today. I mean, I probably will after this, but you're to blame for it taking longer lmao. Not complaining, like I said privately, I was already planning an NSFW alphabet for Petra and I love talking about these two 🤭🤭

This will cover NSFW subjects (obviously) and briefly touch on some sensitive subjects like SA, abuse, trauma, and PTSD. If that's not for you, feel free to scroll <3

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex.)

After sex, Petra is the type to want to cuddle and bask in the afterglow of it. She thrives off the intimacy and comfort that comes with laying in his arms, especially since sex is a very vulnerable time for her.

For Yuri, he gets very lazy after sex and just wants to cuddle, so they're compatible on that front. Depending on how they're both feeling, they're either spooning, laying with her head on his chest, or vice versa.

They'll get cleaned up eventually, once she's able to drag herself out of his embrace and he's able to let her go. There's plenty of days where the cleanup actually consists of Petra laying in bed while Yuri takes care of her because, despite her protests and insistence that she can handle it herself, he refuses to let her lift a finger.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and their partner.)

For Petra, her favorite body parts on herself are probably her breasts, hips, and thighs. She's pretty genetically gifted on those fronts (PCOS is a curse, but a blessing in terms of giving her extra fat in all the right places), but she also works hard to maintain them. She's also pretty proud of her ass and toned arms, the latter of which she's worked out religiously while trying to keep up with her team.

On Yuri, one of her favorite things about him is his hands. Dexterous, strong, experienced, and the very things that made her discover she has both a hand kink and a tattoo kink lol. She loves it when he touches her and lets her mind drift off to some unholy places that would get her banned from any church in her country. Also, his arms and chest. Strong and warm, she feels safest in his embrace.

For Yuri, his favorite body part of his would probably be his hands or his mouth. He knows he's skilled with his hands and there's few things he enjoys more than making her come undone with just his touch. He indulges in the way the lightest brush of his fingers can make her shiver. Despite him being a fairly quiet person at all times, he's damn good at using his mouth to drive her closer to the edge, whether it be with words of praise or his mouth on her skin.

On Petra, his favorite things are her breasts and thighs. What can I say? He's a simple man who loves having something to hold and squeeze. She's called her tits "stress balls" in the past and he uses them as such, always grabbing and kneading at them like a cat when they're alone (something she's not complaining about, they get heavy and she's happy to let him support the weight) or using them as a pillow instead. His favorite place to rest his head is her lap, though. At the end of a long day, it's all he wants to do, and he's never one to complain about having them wrapped around his head, either. Again, he's damn good at using his mouth.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically.)

Inside. Something they discovered fairly quickly is that inside is where they both wanted it to go. She's got an IUD that she makes sure to replace when needed and takes the pill, they're smart about it. If not inside, then she prefers to swallow or let him paint her stomach and thighs. The latter is messy, so... they tend to clean up quickly despite the sight of it easily pushing them into another round.

D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs.)

Every couple has their secrets... including these two.

The dirty secret they'll always keep close to their chests is how, one time, after they hadn't seen each other in far too long, they just couldn't wait until they were off base to enjoy each other again. It didn't help that they'd be stuck there for at least a few days and they wanted each other now.

A single kiss very quickly led to them hiding in one of the small alleys between buildings, with Yuri holding her up against the wall and Petra biting his shoulder just to keep quiet. It was late, it wasn't like they fucked in broad daylight in the sightline of any poor rookies coming out for a smoke break, but there was a small group that got dangerously close to seeing the pair in a very compromising position.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

For Petra, she's decently experienced. She's unlabeled (with a preference for men), but has slept with both men and women before. After some things that happened in her early teenage years, she was hesitant to approach the subject, but lost her virginity with her ex (mentioned in her backstory) when she was about 21. Since that breakup in 2014, she hasn't been in any relationships, but has had a handful of one night stands over the years – not because she enjoys them, she never has, but she craved any physical comfort she could get during a very dark time of her life.

For Yuri, I firmly believe he's a little less experienced than you'd think. Not because he couldn't easily drag a woman to bed if he wanted to, but he's a busy man who has led a chaotic life. He's had little time and little interest in romance until Petra, but that's not to say he doesn't have any experience at all. He's had one or two longer term partners, a handful of shorter relationships and flings – mostly in his teenage years and twenties – and a couple one night stands, but after he got involved with the special forces and all the convoluted shit that came with working with people like Barkov or Makarov (I'll expand on this in Petra's fic lol), he just didn't have the time or trust for anything.

F = Favorite Position (Self explanatory.)

It might seem basic, but missionary is one they've always enjoyed. The intimacy that comes with being face-to-face, Petra allowing herself to be pinned and trapped under his weight... it's also easy to switch from this to an even better position: a mating press. Thank god for Petra's focus on flexibility in her training, because Yuri will fold her in half once he gets lost in it.

A couple other beloved positions are cowgirl (+ reverse), spooning, and her sitting in his lap in front of a mirror as his fingers work their magic. They usually just go for whatever they're feeling at the time.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Typically speaking, they're a little more serious in the moment. Both Petra and Yuri are people with some... pretty intense trust issues, honestly. It's something that brings them together, but also something that leads to them viewing sex as almost too vulnerable a thing. It leads to overthinking and self doubt, which presents itself as an overly-serious need to please.

As trust builds and they become more secure in not only the relationship and each other, but also in themselves, sex goes from a stressful experience to something far more lighthearted and fun. Petra's a damn tease when she wants to be, always pushing his buttons and egging him on when she wants to play, and Yuri in turn is the type to "discipline" her through edging her for eons (which, she loves, as it just means more time spent under him).

With the fun comes jokes and laughter, and with that comes moments where they pause to appreciate what they have. Breaks between rounds are usually filled with stupid giggling and heavy make-out sessions, they really just can't get enough of each other.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

For Petra, she's seen enough infections and nasty cuts from using a razor or scissors with a fatigued mind in the AFAB patients that have ended up in her care. She prefers to just wax it all off and/or use an in-shower removal cream. It's not that she cares about being bald, she just doesn't want to deal with the maintenance on top of everything else or the discomfort that comes with having hair. It's quick and easy, two of her favorite things.

For Yuri, he didn't particularly care about trimming or maintaining a certain look before he met Petra. He trims his hair because it's what she's comfortable with (and he wants to look good for her, the absolute simp). That being said, one thing Petra does love about him is his body hair – his chest and arm hair is one thing, but it's his happy trail that drives her crazy. It runs right through a sizable scar on his abdomen (five points to anyone who can guess what it's from) and always sends her to her knees.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Their first few times weren't necessarily all-too romantic, per se, because they were both horribly worried about something going wrong. Either they do something wrong that drives the other away, or the other suddenly decides to betray them in their most vulnerable state.

That never happens, though, and things only get more romantic as time goes on. Kissing, hand-holding, pressing their foreheads together, staring into each other's eyes... despite neither of them being much for PDA beyond holding hands when they're somewhere safe, sex is an extremely romantic time for them.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon.)

For Petra, despite having an above-average sex drive, she's never really been one for masturbating. Her mind has a tendency to wander when she tries to fantasize, either to work she feels like she should be doing or to less savory places that completely pull her out of the moment. She's tried watching porn to solve this issue, but it doesn't help – she starts asking herself the most stupid questions, like "Was this was actually made at home, or is the set and camerawork designed to make it look that way?" or "I wonder how much money they're making off my single view?" or, worst of all, her mind still drifts off to those unsavory places.

For Yuri, despite his natural sex drive being a little lower than hers (until he meets Petra, that is), he's a little more forgiving with himself and fulfilling this basic need. When he was younger, he'd jack off at least 2-3 times a week, but after the shit he went through after joining the military, he lost a lot of his desire to do so. He's never been the type to watch porn because he finds it awkward, nor is he going to be an idiot and try to jack off when someone could walk in, so he's gone incredibly long stretches without it. Like I said before – until he meets Petra. Even before they got together, he was making himself come undone to the thought of her several times a week.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks.)

Voice kink. He's not much of a talker, but he's happy to spout any filth or praise, so long as it keeps her whining and keening for him.

Praise. Self explanatory, this goes both ways.

Breeding/creampies. Even if they're not explicitly saying it, they both love it.

Overstimulation. This usually happens in the form of Yuri driving Petra into a sobbing mess, but she loves how sensitive he can get.

Edging. They like testing each other. Again, usually Petra's the one on the receiving end.

Phone sex/mutual masturbation. These go hand-in-hand, specifically when they're forced apart by their responsibilities.

Marking. Bites, hickeys, bruises – they try to keep it to spots easily hidden by clothing, but occasionally someone gets a little too eager and forgets that.

(Light) bondage. This is one that took a decently long time for them to build up to. Between her existing trust issues and her prior assault, it was a bit of a challenge for Petra at first, but Yuri is a patient man happy to wait for her to be ready.

Nicknames. Mainly for her. He could add "my" in front of almost anything and send a shiver running down her spine. One "good girl" is all it takes to get her going some days.

Grinding. Okay, I'll admit it: there are times these two barely reach taking their clothes off. He loves watching her chase her high on his lap or thigh, and she loves watching his resolve break while he's still fully-dressed, sometimes even in some of his gear.

Sleepy sex. Whether it's before bed or (preferably) after they wake up, they love it. They yearn for every domestic moment they can get.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do.)

Somewhere private, ideally. If they're somewhere with less privacy, like base (whether it's 141, Chimera, etc.) or otherwise a more public place, they try to behave. If there's a room they can safely sneak off to and lock the door behind them, though? It will be used. Their respective offices and bedrooms are their usual spots, if they just can't resist.

At home (because eventually they'll live together off-base), though, no spot is off-limits. Bedroom, couch, kitchen counters, dining table, shower, desk, against the wall, on the floor... it's a challenge to think of where they haven't fucked, honestly.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going.)

They're both major teases once they get more comfortable (and even a little before), so that's usually what leads to one of them breaking and dragging the other to the bedroom, if they even make it that far.

For Petra, what gets her going pretty much 100% of the time is watching Yuri do something with his hands. It can be something as mundane as him filling out paperwork or cleaning a gun, or something as intentional as him running his hands along her curves. Seriously, major hand kink on this one.

For Yuri, what never fails to get him going are the damn doe eyes Petra gives him whenever she's in the mood. She doesn't realize when she's doing it, but the way she looks up at him through her lashes and subtly pouts her lip, it's impossible to resist. Also, just watching her bend over or stretch can do wonders for his imagination and force him to drag her away to "share" his thoughts with her.

N = No (Something they won’t do, turn-offs.)

Anal. It's just not for them (or me lol).

Pain. Some low levels of it is okay, I did say that they love marking and a spank or two isn't unheard of, but they've endured enough pain in their lives already. They're each other's safe places, where they can be confident that every touch will be with nothing but love under their fingertips, they don't want to be hurt or hurt each other.

Threesomes+. Now, while this is subject to change in some fics because I'm an author with whorish thoughts, these two don't like sharing each other. It's not that they're possessive and jealous, they're just... protective and jealous. Petra's only time with more than one person (only one was involved in a sexual sense, but there was another participating) was non-consensual, so it's a "no" for her.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

In the past, she was used to giving and seldom receiving. She just felt awkward having all the attention be on her and she always felt bad over how long it took her to get off. That stopped being acceptable after these two got together. If there's one thing Yuri loves, it's having her thighs clamped around his head as he spends ages between her legs. No amount of time is too long, he's patient and so very methodical when it comes to getting her off.

Like I said before, Petra was always used to being the one giving, and she expected much the same with Yuri. There is some awkwardness thanks to his size and worries about hurting her, but once they get more comfortable? She'll be waiting for him in his office with her hair tied back. It's all about give and take, they never let the other spoil them without returning the favor. It doesn't usually take long for her to get him off this way, though – the mere sight of her kneeling on the floor, staring up at him with those doe eyes seeking approval, with her spit dripping down his length... yeah, that's really all it takes.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual is preferred most of the time. Sex is a time for them to let go and be their most vulnerable selves, so they like to take their time with it. That being said, Petra likes it rough when she's frustrated and just wants her mind wiped clean at the end of a long day – she gets off on the way Yuri can manhandle her so easily, and he can't get enough of the way she mindlessly babbles his name and scratches at his back whenever he fucks her into the mattress.

Basically, it depends on their mood. Slow and sensual, fast and rough, slow and rough... the latter is probably their favorite, honestly. Nothing makes her arch her back off the bed and dig her nails into his skin like those long, deep thrusts that come with it.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are not uncommon, surprisingly. Once these two get a taste of each other, it's like all the years of neglecting themselves pours out and their sex drives skyrocket.

They're both high-ranking officers well-respected by those under their command and workaholics in desperate need of a proper vacation, getting caught in such a position is a nightmare for both of them (mainly for Petra, Yuri cares less about respect).

If they're miraculously at base at the same time for an extended period of time, chances are, they'll sneak into each other's rooms or find somewhere to meet pretty regularly. Getting to take their time is always preferred, though.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Besides their hard no's, they're generally willing to experiment with new things. It's all part of feeling safe with each other and trusting the other not to do anything without their consent. Also, preferably somewhere private, just in case something does go poorly and they need time to recover.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Anyone who has been subjected to my Yuri rambling knows one thing about this man: He's got infinite fucking stamina. He can go for several rounds and still be ready and eager for more – he enjoys seeing how long he can last.

Part of what earned Petra her callsign is the way she can get beat down and always get back up. Yes, this extends to sex for her. It takes a long time and a lot of effort to properly tire her out, so these two can and will go for an egregiously long time whenever they get their hands on each other. Seeing how long they can last and who tires out first is a game for them at this point.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

After the way she was raised, Petra felt very awkward and ashamed when it came to things like pleasing herself. She never really had toys of any kind because of it – on the rare occasion she'd masturbate, it was usually with her hands or the shower head, if she was desperate. She tried using toys with her ex, but he was the type to insist that he "didn't need the help."

With Yuri, she expected the same response. When she bought herself a small vibrator in an attempt to start pleasing herself when he wasn't around, the part of her that still felt guilty and ashamed over it made her keep it hidden from him.

However, once he found it, he didn't let it go unused. It was something they introduced slowly, but now he loves using it when he's edging or overstimulating her.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease.)

Like I've said a few times already, they're both major teases once they get more comfortable with each other. They're not mean about it (most of the time, at least), but they love riling each other up and seeing just how far they can push each other before they snap. Flirting, lingering touches, whispered innuendos... Petra almost died of embarrassment the first time she sent him a photo of herself, but Yuri's reaction to it made the embarrassment well worth it. Nowadays, she's happy to send him photos and videos, and he even surprises her by sending some in return.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

At first, she was too shy to make much noise. Labored breaths and soft whines were all he got out of her, with her covering her mouth whenever she worried about getting too loud. Yuri didn't accept this, though. He'd pin her hands with his own and drag such sweet sounds out of her – drawn-out whimpers and moans, high-pitched whines, sharp gasps and stuttering breaths. Every breathless "yes," "please," "more," and "Yura..." reminded him that the wait was worth it.

Likewise, he was damn near silent at first. Partially because he was focused on listening to her, and partially because he wasn't used to someone wanting to hear him. Every low grunt and growl that left his lips, every moan that she practically begged him for, every breath of his that fanned across her skin... The only sound she enjoys more is his voice and the words he says to her. When he seems to forget any language but his native tongue, with praise and sweet words in Russian and broken English being all he can muster, that is when she knows he's finally let go to be with her fully.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character.)

For Petra: She's used to being the caregiver, both in her career, her platonic relationships, and her romantic relationships. With her ex, she was frequently giving without receiving much in return. With her one night stands, there was little to no aftercare provided to her. Because of this, she's always desperately sought out someone who would take care of her instead. After finding this in Yuri, she started letting herself fall into a more submissive state. She still cares for him like she always did for her past lovers, but it's more 50/50 now.

For Yuri: Some selfish and possessive side of him has a dream of being more open about their relationship. They don't hide it, but they limit themselves on PDA and don't often disclose their relationship to people they can't trust not to use the information against them. The thought of sitting at his desk or in a meeting with her on his lap, or even going so far as to get caught in the act just so people will see how well he takes her... it's a nastier fantasy that he keeps to himself (she knows, she can read him like a book) for both of their sakes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Petra's fit and has a strong body thanks to a lifetime of training. Despite this, she's naturally fairly curvy and has PCOS, so she carries more fat than most people who live similar lifestyles. Most of it is concentrated in "ideal" spots, thankfully – thighs, hips, ass, and tits. Her bra size is 34DD (the joys of her body claim being a model lol) and her breasts are quite heavy, so she tries to control them with sports bras and tight-fitting clothing. Surprisingly, she's got nice shoulders from all the strength-building she's done to keep up with the rest of her team. Carrying medical supplies on top of the regular gear she needs has helped in her maintaining that look, too.

Yuri, on the other hand, is broad. Strong shoulders and a broad back, well-defined after years of military service. He's not some dehydrated, rigid bodybuilder, he's a man who eats well and takes care of himself – he's not soft and still has well-defined abs, but there's some fat over his muscles that just makes him look even bigger (did I mention he's around 6'2"/188 cm in the reboot?). He's littered in scars, both big and small, with his biggest being the older wound on his center stomach. I don't care that the reboot took away his tattoos, he still has them to me. Also: Uncut. 6.6 inches/16.8 cm length. 5.2 inches/13.2 cm girth. Sits heavy and low, even when hard. I will not elaborate further (yes I will).

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Both of them thought their sex drives were fairly low before meeting each other. For Petra, it came from a place of shame and unfavorable past experiences, whereas for Yuri, it came from a place of sheer exhaustion and never having the time to even consider that side of himself.

Once they find each other, though? It's like those years of neglect jump out and force them to act. They will go several times a night, several nights a week, and still crave more. The more comfortable they get and the more the relationship develops, the more their hunger for each other grows. There's times it feels almost scary, just how badly they need each other once they get attached.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards.)

Depends on the circumstances (at work, at home, stress, fatigue, etc.) and how long they went for. On a good night, they're passing out while tangled up in each other's embrace not long after getting cleaned up. On nights that are a little less idealistic, though, they'll stay up talking about whatever comes to mind – because, a dull conversation is usually leagues better than the things keeping them awake – and trying to appreciate every moment they have together.

Sleep usually comes to them eventually (because there are nights where the best thing they can ask for is some hours of peace), even if it claims one of them faster than the other. They're each other's safe haven and each other's home, there's nowhere else they'll ever have an easier time finding reprieve.

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nomorefstogive · 1 year ago

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Path To Nowhere Headcanons: Langley

Good Evening ladies, gentlemen, and all things that lie between, and welcome to this newest display of our wanton insanity. While we work on updating our Genshin Impact story, A Guide To Mending Broken Wings, on Ao3, we have decided to have a bit of fun with something that is somewhat novel to us.

That being our attempts at headcanons, this one focusing on the SFW ones as we plan to make a second one to focus solely on the NSFW ones, without managing to make an entire damn fic out of each entry lol. In particular, we will be starting with our headcanons for the sinners of PTN, with all of that said, let us begin!

Ah! We will also be using a Female Chief when we mention the Chief in this fic, we hope this does not bother anyone, but yuri is a passion of ours and fem chief was practically born for being paired with all of the lovely and dangerous ladies of PTN.

First up, we have the Silver Spider of Dis herself, head of the 9th Agency and wielder of a gun to make Alucard from Hellsing ultimate proud-

Langley:

SFW Headcanons

1. Like Zealous-Box on Reddit, I believe she is actually a rather nice boss to work under, although I also see her having the mentality of 'These are my agents to bully and not yours' and as such will not tolerate any outside factors weighing down on them. Debt? She'll subtly pay off the one they owe. An issue with their kids' schooling? Welp, that school is under investigation now. And so on.

2. She has trust issues as a result of having been betrayed many times in the past. It's the reason she is so quick to put a 'Mark' on someone, so if they betray her she can put them down as soon as possible, however, it can also serve as a sign of trust to those who have proven themselves to her.

A way of saying 'I always have your back, so long as you don't double cross me,' as she could use the 'Mark' to find them if need be. Of the few people she trusts, the Chief is the newest to a very small circle and as such is under her watch.

3. The Chief is her 'Little Rookie,' and no one else's. She is their superior and she will not tolerate anyone else trying to poach someone who is hers from her.

If someone tries to give the Chief an order, she will tell the chief to ignore it, before she has a nice 'Talk' with the person who tried to order her rookie. Said talk may involve her cane and their skull becoming intimately familiar with one another.

4. She hates the Old Men who run Dis. She finds them to be both incompetent and Corrupt to the point she has many times fantasized about removing them and playing kingmaker to find suitable replacements for them, but the threat of Pharma and others keeps her from going through with said dreams, afterall it is better the Devil you know then the unknown ones. She is loyal to the city, not the suit-clad rats that run it.

5. She sleeps with her pistol under her pillow. She likewise has one on her nightstand, another strapped under the bed, and many more scattered all across her home. She even has her room at Minos, it is less a cell and more a room because the Chief has accepted they are largely running more of a rehabilitation center/halfway home/apartment complex at this point, outfitted with several guns of varying caliber hidden across it.

6. She treats her stay at Minos like a vacation from her superiors, and can often be found napping with her hat pulled down over her face and her cane over her lap, Lady Maria style, or doing any other number of things to help try and relax from all the stupidity she deals with daily.

7. She encountered Suspect R once, the event left her absolutely terrified of the woman to the point of suffering nightmares of the woman and her power for several months afterward, this being what led to her meeting Chameleon, who came to be her counselor.

To this day she is terrified of meeting the woman again, and fears that should that day come she may not be able to muster the courage to actually face her. What makes it all the more traumatic to her, is that R did not even try to fight her, she simply overwhelmed her by virtue of her sheer presence alone, and this has led to Langley fearing the idea of just what the woman is capable of if she actually tries to fight.

8. Like KhandiMahn on Reddit, I think that she does collect cute things, although I personally feel she collects things such as children story books and fairy tales and has a single stuffed animal that has been with her since childhood, where it was her only real friend, that she has kept well maintained all these years.

She cannot sleep well without her stuffed animal and would more than likely have a panic attack should it be destroyed. The Chief earns brownie points with her when they find it laying around in the washroom and patch it up before she finds them fixing it in their office, Langley almost begging them to give it back to her with the chief doing so and agreeing to not tell anyone else while Langley hold her old friend to her chest.

Needless to say, Langley threatens them to keep quiet despite what they have said and heads off to get some actual sleep, the chief smiling at their superiors' antics as she leaves.

9. She is not a morning person, at all. Her subordinates consider the idea of waking her up early to be the equivalent of walking into the Rust without a weapon and with a neon sign strapped to your chest saying 'Eat Me'. She is in fact barely coherent or aware until she has coffee in her, and is in particular quite fond of Summer's coffee, the one that keeps the Chief up for a whole day in the supervision incident, though it barely affects her.

10. She suffered a leg injury that makes her occasionally have issues with her balance while walking, hence her cane. She added all of the gizmos and gadgets it contains later on, and has recently had Summer update some of them. Among them being a taser-like function that packs as much punch as a cattle prod, an option to remove the handle, which is attached to a small pistol, and a needle filled with adrenaline with a separate one being filled with sedative.

11. She cannot stand spicy food and has a not so secret sweet tooth. In particular, she is quite fond of strawberry or blueberry flavored ice cream but also enjoys coffee flavored versions of the frozen treat as well. She has a separate freezer in her home that is filled with nothing but ice cream. Her subordinates know about it but are wise enough to not say anything because she frankly deserves it given all she has to deal with.

12. She frequently has migraines and as such carries around a pair of ear plugs, a pair of sunglasses, and a bottle of aspirin, as strong as she can obtain it without going on the blackmarket, and has a special room in her home and cell that is outfitted with complete sound proofing and no windows.

Her subordinates have come to recognize the signs of one beginning to form, and will work to get her out of whatever situation she is in and either back to her home or to somewhere she can ride out the oncoming pain till it passes.

The Chief encounters her when one is forming and takes her to their office to rise out the pain with them pulling down blackout curtains and giving her a pillow to rest her head on as they go to leave, only for Langley to stop them and ask them to stay with her during it and until it passes.

13. She is somewhat touch starved, but she has had bad experiences with physical contact from her childhood and from her struggles throughout her life, and as such is somewhat adverse to it.

That said, once she feels she can trust someone implicitly, of which there are few, she will typically be the one to initiate contact, typically through light brushes against their shoulders or by threading their fingers together.

If she ever reaches the point of allowing for herself to embrace someone, or allow for them to embrace her, then it becomes readily apparent that she is quite clingy and will allow for just how touch starved she is to become apparent as she tries to maintain contact for as long as possible or initiate it whenever it is possible for her to do so.

It will be worse still if she has nothing to do, and she knows the one she is holding has nothing to do, in which case they had best be prepared for a lengthy stay.

14. She has something of a fascination with spiders, often pausing to admire their webs whenevers she gets the chance, or allowing them to scurry across her hand or nest in the corners of her home, she also has a terrarium filled with various breeds from harmless if annoying Jumping Spiders, to lethal Brown Recluse and Black Widow spiders.

Curiously, even the most hostile breeds of arachnids seem to be somewhat docile in her presence and also seem to display something akin to obedience to the Silver Spider of Dis, perhaps owing to an unknown attribute of her Sinner Power or for other unknown reason.

She is particularly proud of having managed to get her hands on, and subsequently raise, a Female Goliath Bird Eater that she has named Spook, it is unknown if the Spider is normal or not, as it has lived for almost 10 years past its life expectancy and has shown remarkable intelligence.

All of that said, the chief most certainly did not appreciate it when Spook landed on her shoulder while visiting Langley, the ensuing scream could be heard well across the Bureau and most of Dis.

15. Her driving is…let us just say it is something that necessitates boeing both soundly buckled in for, and having made sure that your last will and testament is in order, as Langley tends to pay less attention to speed limits and traffic laws, than she does on getting where she needs to go fast.

There are many reasons her agents trip over themselves to drive her somewhere, and most of them are owed in part to the sheer amount of accidents she has caused over the course of her time behind the wheel.

16. She has a somewhat odd relationship with Tetra and Bai Yi, as she has hired the 2 to do jobs for her, and by extension the 9th Agency, before and while she has had many complaints about Bai Yi’s antics in the past, she cannot help but admit that the 2 are among her most trusted independent contractors for when she needs something done outside of her own jurisdiction.

She occasionally provides them aid by subtly having charges against them revoked, or by having them bailed out of sticky situations, though she always expects them to repay her in some way once she has done so.

17. She has something of a rivalry with Eirene, the two often being found playing chess against one another and speaking, though few of those who have managed to find them during these games are able to understand just what it is they are speaking about.

This rivalry also manifest as Eirene going out of her way to purchase assets the 9th Agency is interested in, be it structures and companies, or hiring individuals they were interested in recruiting and then using them as leverage to force LAngley to play further games with her both at the negotiating table and at the chess board.

18. She has a fascination with Crache and has her eye on her as a potential recruit for the 9th, her ability to effectively control shadows and to appear out of nowhere having the potential to make for not only a lethal agent but perhaps also someone that, if taught correctly, could become a greater legend than even herself in the fields of espionage.

For now though, she is content merely monitoring the girls growth and ensuring she continues to develop along the right paths, occasionally she will provide little tests and challenges for the girls ability as well as subtly raising the education level of her tests to see her strive to grow, but outside of that she is keeping her hands off of her for fear of a certain nurse catching wind of her interest.

She despises needles and someone with a gun that shoots them is as such quite a bother for her to deal with.

19. She once attempted to deal with Nightingale’s work out of curiosity for just what the adjutant has to deal with on a daily basis, she promptly had a small mental breakdown after the first hour, crashed from an overdose of caffeine near the third, had another mental breakdown near the fourth, and upon seeing just how much was left gave up and fled to her cell.

She has since made it clear that no one is to speak ill of the Adjutant, be they Sinner or Agent from the 9th or otherwise, any person who can handle that much bullshit and not lose their minds deserves not only the highest of praise, but also whatever the hell else they want or need, whenever they want or need it.

20. She has a personal stamp made in the image of a widow like spider with a hypercube on its thorax that she uses to stamp all of her documents with, she once attempted to add a webbing design to it…it did not work like she thought it would and resembled more solid circle of ink than anything else and so she tossed the web and went back to the simpler spider design.

21. Her main gun is called the “Silver widow”, she has several spares with similar names, from a sniper rifle called the “Black Widow”, to a shotgun called the “Brown Recluse”, she has likewise had each of the weapons inscribed with the design of the spider they are named after, her main gun bearing the only custom emblem out of the lot with it being her own spider symbol, a widow like spider with a hypercube in place of an hourglass on the thorax.

22. She shares a feeling of fond exasperation for the Chief and her usual aids, Hella and Hecate, as while they do get results, their methods tend to be…rather unique and occasionally very entertaining to watch and or hear about, but she is also somewhat wary of the most unlikely of the two Sinners for her own reason.

She sees the Chief as something of a protege, though it could also be argued she seems to have a borderline romantic interest in them, or perhaps it is the growing bond between them simply showing just how lonely she truly is behind the mask of the leader of the 9th.

Regardless she tends to go out of her way to keep an eye on the eccentric Chief of Minos, occasionally going out of her way to aid them from the shadows or protect them from the various elements of Dis that just seem incapable of grasping just under whose protection they are.

As for Hecate, she finds the quiet and artistic girl to be somewhat pleasant to be around, always silent unless she is spoken to or needs to speak and always sketching she is one of the very few to have encountered Langley while she was having a migraine and not earned a bullet between the eyes as she closed the curtains of the room they were in and gave her a pillow to put her head on.

When she asked why she helped her, Hecate merely looked at her and tilted her head before saying; “You have been kind to the Chief, and the Chief says I should help people if they are in pain, and you looked like you were in pain. Is that not a good enough reason?”

Langley will deny to her dying breath that she gave the young woman a head pat after she said that, and Hecate herself will be strangely quiet on the subject, though there will be a faint glimmer in her eyes at the memory.

Since then, she has had something of a soft spot for the young woman, typically it is one shown by making sure she is alright upon returning from a mission or by encouraging her to grow beyond her current state of being, typically by arranging tests for her or challenging her to chess, she can proudly say the young woman is showing progress in her growing education.

As for Hella, one would expect her to despise the feral gremlin of Syndicate, what with her foul tongue, disrespect for authorities, and penchant for causing trouble wherever she goes, but in truth she finds her to be quite entertaining as all it takes to cause a spectacle is to say the right words to wind her up and then point her at something as she watches the fireworks.

She also harbors a grudging respect for the young girl, as at one point she found herself confronted by Hella in one of the many hallways of Minos, the Syndican casually leaning against a wall as Ninety-Nine leaned against the wall across from her.

She had been intrigued from the moment she saw the oddly calm and composed look in the little gremlin’s eyes as she pushed herself off the wall and walked towards her, stopping in front of her and looking up just enough to meet her eyes as she spoke up in an oddly calm voice.

What followed was something she did not expect, the little B-Rank Sinner meeting the eyes of the Spider of Paradiso, an S-Rank Sinner with a kill count in the hundreds if not thousands, and telling her that she didn’t trust her, nor did she like her authority over the Chief, but she would tolerate them.

But if she betrayed the Chief, if she betrayed them or hurt them in anyway…well Ninety-Nine’s fist striking the hypercube reinforced wall with enough force to cause cracks to spider web across the wall and dust to fall to the ground as she pulled her mutated hand out of the pit she had born through it with one strike finished her sentence.

The display was met with her aiming her pistol at the younger Syndican fast enough neither could blink before the cold metal was aimed at her forehead, the taller Syndican snarling as her eyes began to burn crimson as her power began to surge, only for Hella to do something that caught them both off guard.

She laughed.

She looked Langley dead in the eye, and she laughed as she lifted up her hand and pulled the gun flush against her forehead, the cold steel meeting her skin in a frigid kiss as she unblinkingly met Langley’s gaze.

“Go ahead, pull the trigger you eight legged Eastside bitch. We both know you don’t have enough bullets or strength to keep me from coming back before you can put Ninety-Nine down, and how long do you think that fancy cane will keep us back huh? Think a taser and a few knives and a little pea shooter are going to stop us for more than what? A few minutes? An hour? Doesn’t fucking matter, eventually one of us will break it, then what? How long will you last with that bad leg of yours? I give you about 10 minutes before one of us breaks it again, and this time you won’t have anyone to save you. So go ahead cow, put one between my eyes, I. Fucking. Dare. You.”

As Hella spoke she had reached her hand up to grip Langley’s wrist and begin to rest her smaller, yet more heavily calloused hand, over hers and begin to push down on the trigger finger after she thumbed the hammer back, never once breaking her gaze as she and Langley kept meeting each others eyes.

Langley could feel Ninety-Nine’s gaze on her as she moved closer to her sun’s side, her posture telling Langley that the moment she squeezed the trigger, she would be fighting the brute up close and personal and she doubted even a round from her gun would stop her.

And so, she pulled her gun back and gave an amused chuckle to the young woman and her hulking companion.

She looked down into Hella’s eyes and offered her a simple nod of understanding as she holstered her gun and began to walk away, the pair letting her pass with their peace said, though she soon stopped to call over her shoulder to them.

“I’ve known some of the best FAC soldiers and Agents in my life, and none of them have even half the guts you do brat, I look forward to seeing how you’ll turn out, little girl from Syndicate.”

Since then she has kept a close eye on the little gremlin, all the while wondering just what is truly going on in the head of the little B-Rank that had the guts to stare her down like that, because now that she has seen a glimpse of what lays behind the facade of a brat, she can’t help but wonder just what kind of beast stands beside the Chief.

23. She is bi-sexual, but prefers either females or feminine or effeminate looking males, she is also one to very much wear the pants in any relationship, though she will have her softer moments, especially after a long day of dealing with the bullshit she deals with and her leg beginning to ache on her.

All she will want after visiting her partner afterwards, is to have her leg massaged while she closes her eyes and gets some sleep as she dreams of the day when she finally snaps and sets her paperwork on fire.

24. She can be quite protective of those she has grown close to, and even more so in regards to those she considers friends or potential partners. Expect the Spider’s web to be thoroughly wrapped around these individuals as she maintains near constant surveillance of them and those around them.

Any fool going after them will have not only the Spider herself after them, but all of the 9th gunning for them as well, because their boss has earned those few treasured individuals after all the shit she has been through and anyone that tries to take those that make her happy from her, had best start digging their grave, cause whatever gods they worship have washed their hands of them.

And that is about all for the Headcanon we have for the silver Spider of Paradiso at the moment, we may come up with some more in the future but for now this is where we will be ending this little chapter of this mess.

Till next time, take care and stay safe everyone.

#ptn langley #path to nowhere #headcanons #ptn headcanons #path to nowhere Langley #Path to nowhere chief #ptn hella #ptn chief #ptn hecate #ptn ninety nine #characters aside from langley are just mentioned really #let's see if I can go an entry without making a ficlet out of one of these headcanons #ptn

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stargazer-sims · 9 months ago

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3. The Journal

It’s clear Yuri knows there's something weighing on Victor's mind. Somehow, he always seems to know, even when Victor does his best to act nonchalant. He tells himself he should've learned by now that he can't get anything past Yuri. His husband is acquainted with his ways far too well.

At the moment, Victor is rummaging around in his wardrobe cupboard — the armoire as Yuri likes to call it, because he enjoys being fancy — fruitlessly searching for his favourite set of scrubs. Yuri is already in his pyjamas. He's on Victor's bed, propped up with several pillows, with an open book on his lap. He's not reading, though. Victor assumes he's watching him instead. He hasn't heard a page turn in at least three or four minutes.

"They're in the laundry," Yuri says mildly.

Victor snaps his head up, momentarily startled by the break in the room's relative silence. "What?"

"Your scrubs with the snowboarding animals on them. That's what you're looking for, isn't it?"

"Um... yeah. But how did you—"

"You wouldn't have been looking so long if you didn't specifically want to wear that set tonight. You would've just grabbed anything clean."

"I like them. The little snowboarding polar bears make me happy," Victor says. "Would it be weird to say they're like the work uniform equivalent of a security blanket?"

"You should get another set or two before they discontinue that pattern," Yuri suggests. "And no, it's not weird." He brushes a hand across the sleeve of his one-piece PJs. "I've got the security blanket of pyjamas, so obviously I'm in no position to judge. Your scrubs are in the clean laundry, by the way. I washed them this morning. They'll be in the stack on top of the dryer that I haven't gotten around to putting away yet."

"Thanks," Victor says. "I'll get them in a few minutes."

He turns from the closet and makes his way to the bed. He stares at it longingly. There's nothing he'd like more than to crawl under the covers and sleep through the night, but he can't. Not tonight, anyway. He's got one more shift before this rotation is over.

He has enough seniority at the hospital that he could ask not to have any more night shift rotations, but he won’t do that. He actually doesn't mind working nights, and he only has to do it every third rotation in any case. In between, he'll either have two rotations of day shift, from seven in the morning till three in the afternoon, or two of mid-shift, from three in the afternoon until eleven at night. His current problem isn't that he dislikes working nights; it's that he's mentally exhausted from overthinking all evening.

He flops sideways onto the mattress and then lays his head on Yuri's lap. Anticipating him, Yuri had already moved the book. More evidence of how completely Yuri gets him.

Just as Victor predicts, Yuri lowers his hand to his head and begins to stroke his hair. Victor loves this, and he loves that Yuri knows how much it comforts him. Yuri's manicured nails graze gently over Victor's scalp, and Victor closes his eyes. A tiny sigh escapes him, even though he hadn't meant to let it out.

Yuri responds as if Victor has perfectly articulated his problem. "Want to tell me about it?"

"It's nothing," Victor says. "I'm kind of tired, that's all."

"It doesn't sound like nothing to me. Can you try again?"

Victor does a breathing exercise and counts the seconds. He wonders if nearly a full minute feels as long to Yuri as it does to him.

"I, uh... I might've messed up," he confesses at last.

"How?" Yuri asks.

"You know about Caroline's school project, right? The Media Studies one?"

"The autobiographical documentary, yes. She wants to interview us."

"Yeah."

"Did you say no?"

"No, I didn't say no," Victor says. "Did you?"

"No," Yuri says. "Of course not. Did you say yes because you wanted to or because you felt like you had to?"

"Because I wanted to," he says. "Being interviewed isn't the problem."

"What is it?"

"We were talking about the project while we were waiting for you to get home this afternoon," Victor explains. "And I might've told her we made a video journal back in the day."

"That's all right," Yuri assures him. "You didn't mess up. It's not a secret."

"I know, but that's not the problem either."

"Then, what is the problem?"

Victor draws in another deep breath, counts to ten in his head, and lets the air out slowly. "She wants to see it."

"Oh," Yuri says.

"Yeah."

"What did you tell her?"

"The only thing I could tell her," Victor replies. "I said I couldn't make that decision on my own, that I'd need to talk to you about it. I also told her that I wanted her to think seriously about what she was asking for. Like, I wouldn't have wanted to read my mom's journal when I was seventeen. I'm pretty sure I would've been traumatized by that."

"Would your seventeen year old self have said the same?" Yuri asks.

"My seventeen year old self would've been too scared to even consider it, much less ask to read it. How about you?"

"Hmm..." Yuri hums softly, his fingers still combing slowly through Victor's hair. "My seventeen year old self would've loved to get his hands on his parents' journals, if I'm being honest. My thirst for drama and the secret lives of the rich and powerful would've made me do it, if I could have. Luckily for me, my tutor was much wiser than I was and made me see the error of my ways when I casually mentioned it."

"I didn't know he was still around when you were seventeen."

"I suppose he was mainly Hana's tutor at that point," Yuri says. "But, I still went to him when I needed help or advice about something, and he helped me look after Yuki when our parents were too busy."

"Lives of the rich and powerful."

"Indeed."

"Anyway, I don't think Caroline wants to see our journal because she has a thirst for drama," Victor says. "I think she genuinely just wants to know about us, about our lives before we had her. You know, like our personal history."

"And you don't like that idea?"

"I didn't say that. I'm not super excited about the idea, but I don't remember saying anything that I'd necessarily want to hide, either. It's just... we're not the same people we were when we made those videos. I mean, we are the same people, but..."

"I know what you mean," Yuri says. "We were still trying to figure things out back then. We're the same people, but with much more experience and a different perspective."

"Exactly. Now we understand that we can all see perfectly in hindsight. We know how to predict the possible outcomes so we can plan ahead and not have stupid mistakes to feel bad about when we look back later."

"We still make mistakes. No one can plan for every possible outcome," Yuri points out.

"I know, but we can at least plan for the one where our daughter might get hurt, or where she finds out stuff she may be better off not knowing right now. We can stop her from doing something she might regret."

Yuri's hand stops moving. "That she might regret? Or that you might regret?"

Victor lets out another sigh. "Both, I guess? It's not like we've got this dark, mysterious past that we should never reveal, but if we let her watch those videos... Let's just say she's not going to see us in our finest moments. Like, twenty-five, twenty-six year old me wasn't exactly hero material. I was a mess, and I don't know how I feel about her seeing me like that."

"Oh, that's what it is," Yuri says. and even though Victor isn't looking directly at him, he can tell he's smiling a little. It's a soft, indulgent smile. Victor can hear it in the tone of his voice. "You like being her hero, and you don't want to tarnish that image in her eyes."

Yuri doesn't mean to hurt him. Victor knows this, but the knowledge doesn't prevent the sudden stab of nameless emotion that flares in the middle of his chest. Yuri's words land more heavily than he would've imagined, and more sharply than he's certain Yuri intended them to.

"Sorry," he mumbles, because that's the only word he's capable of getting out before his throat and chest start to feel tight.

The realization hits him fast and hard that maybe it's so instantly painful because Yuri isn't wrong. He does like being a hero, and despite being able to admit it to himself with no consequences, it feels oddly shameful for someone else to recognize it. His face burns with the heat of embarrassment, and he doesn't even bother attempting to hold back his tears.

Yuri's hand is back in his hair a moment later. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. It was insensitive. I—"

"No," Victor says. "You're right."

They're both quiet while Victor pulls himself together. He's better than he used to be at regaining his composure quickly, but he still cries as easily as he ever did. It's one of the things he dislikes most about himself and one that he's never been able to fix.

"Are you all right?" Yuri asks, once Victor has managed to relax and to get his breathing back into a normal rhythm.

"I don't know," Victor admits. "I... I feel kind of stupid."

"Why?"

"Because you really are right, and also 'cause this isn't supposed to be about my ridiculous hero fantasy or whatever. I don't even know why I'm like this."

"You like being the strong one," Yuri says. "You like taking care of people and feeling needed."

"Yeah, that's true."

"But, you need someone to remind you that heroes don't have to be strong all the time. I've seen you at your weakest points, remember, and you're no less of a hero to me. In fact, perhaps you're more heroic for having survived all your worst days and never giving up on being an optimist."

"It's different with Caroline."

"How is it different?" Yuri inquires. "She loves you with everything she has. Far more than she loves me, I'm sure."

"She loves you."

"Yes, but not like she loves you," Yuri says. "You truly are her hero, and not because she believes you're perfect or superhuman. I think you're her hero for the same reason you're mine, and it would take more to change her mind than knowing you had one extraordinarily difficult year."

"Do you think so? 'Cause I don't want my reasons for not letting her see it to be selfish. I want to be rational like you. I don't want to make this all about me."

"How could it not be about you?" Yuri says. "It's about you and it's about me, and you know what? It's okay to make it all about us because we're talking about sharing something of ours that's private. If you're not comfortable sharing it, then we won't. It's as simple as that."

"That's the thing. I don't know if I'm okay with sharing it. I keep wavering back and forth. In theory, I think she could watch it. I think she's mature enough. But it feels... awkward? And what if she sees something that upsets her?"

"That's what we're here for," Yuri says. "To help her cope with anything that upsets her."

"How do you feel about letting her watch it?" Victor wants to know. "We've been talking about my feelings, but you haven't said anything about yours."

"I think you're right. We haven't got anything to hide and Caroline is mature enough to watch the videos," Yuri says. "I'm certain she already knows we aren't perfect, and that everyone has to grow, and that the process of growing is painful and messy and quite frankly horrible sometimes. She'd see us at some very low points, but she'd also see us loving and supporting each other and working things out together. And I think our successes are worth the struggle it took to get there."

"So... you'd let her watch it? Assuming we still have it and this isn't just a hypothetical discussion, I mean."

"We still have it," Yuri says.

"And...?"

"And what I'd do is give her the USB drive and let her decide for herself whether she truly wants to see it or not. You made a good choice, asking her to think carefully about that."

"Are we just going to hand it to her?" Victor asks. He has to admit he's dumbfounded by the turn their conversation has taken. He would've expected Yuri to be more reluctant than himself, and he's a little shocked to discover that Yuri doesn't seem particularly hesitant.

"Only if you agree that's what we should do," Yuri says.

"I might need more time to think about it."

'We don't have to make a decision tonight."

"Okay."

"The USB is locked in the bottom drawer of my filing cabinet with all our important documents," Yuri says. "I'll get it out in the morning, and then perhaps tomorrow evening we can look at a few of the videos ourselves. After all, it's been a long time since either of us has seen any of them. Do you think that would help you decide?"

"Maybe," Victor says. "I guess I'll have to think about that too."

"You can let me know when you make up your mind."

"We're gonna watch it in here, right?"

"Yes, or in my room," Yuri affirms. "We can get into bed with my laptop and a box of tissues. We can even listen with headphones and lock the bedroom door, if that'd make you feel better."

"I don't think we'd have to lock the door or use headphones," Victor says. "We'll have enough privacy in your room without doing that."

He wants to add that the box of tissues is a good idea, but he doesn't. As much as he wishes it weren't true, he's likely going to need them. There was a period of time during that tumultuous year when he cried almost daily, sometimes multiple times per day, and he's not sure how he'll handle revisiting the distress of his younger self. He starting to tremble just thinking about it.

This is ridiculous, he thinks. He tells himself he's completely overreacting. All that stuff was twenty years in the past. The mere thought of it shouldn't be enough to make him respond this way now.

As if reading his mind, Yuri leans slightly forward and says softly, “It'll be all right. I'll be with you, and we can stop whenever you want, even if we're only a minute in. And if you tell me to lock the USB away in the drawer and never bring it out again, that's what I'll do. We won't show it to Caroline or anyone else, if that's what you want. Okay?"

Victor calms himself as best he can.

"Okay," he agrees.

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