#borf face

[hyenarena]

i miss borf ❕

[trashshouldnt]

i hate being gay <== the lying deceiver

[eepybubble]

what do you mean eye contact isn't staring at their eyes?????

[shotmrmiller]

What if the boys were out at a pub, and they started getting maudlin over the fact that they return to an empty home, but not John Price.

"I've got myself a cat."

Johnny's a dog man, so the only thing he says is, "Ach. That's a choice, sir."

Kyle's only logical thought is, "How do you even manage to keep it fed?"

John pauses to take a swig of his beer, "She's a very independent kitten. There's plenty of food around for her to eat."

Simon, though. Simon's a cat man, through and through. And he's noticed how John doesn't gush about it like others do. Doesn't bring up the breed, where he got her, nothing— but he keeps quiet until it's last call at the bar. Johnny and Kyle get up, say their goodbyes, and leave but Simon stays behind with John.

"Hey, boss. You gotta picture of tha' cat?" The smile John gives him is risqué, all but confirming Simon's suspicions.

"Sure." John pulls out his phone, searches through his photo album and shows Simon his cat. A woman wearing a fluffy cat ear headband, a thin, delicate collar with what looks like a bell. Pet play, Simon thinks, John bloody Price is into pet play.

"She's very cute, sir."

"Don't I know it. Come over for a nightcap? You can meet her," John softly chuckles under his breath, "She'll well trained. Doesn't scratch nor hiss. Not unless you pull on her tail."

Simon clenches his jaw to stop himself from releasing a groan. A tail.

Taking in a deep breath, he agrees with a slow tip of his head. "Yes, sir, I would."

John gives him a hearty pat on his back, and jerks his head towards the door. "C'mon then, let's not keep her waiting."

Simon has no idea how to react. He doesn't want to overstep, but goddamn if you aren't the cutest thing he's ever seen. Your face is so soft, fragile, lovely— in his rough, worn palm as you nuzzle it.

John is quietly observing you two, sipping on his favourite whiskey. He must pick up on Simon's hesitance because he instructs, "Go on, Simon. Give her tail a tug."

Simon stiffens, but you're already turning around, shapely rump facing him. Your back is arched and face resting on the floor— this view gets Simon's cold, bitter heart racing. He thickly swallows, because there's no way he isn't dreaming this. But then, you wiggle your hips and whatever inhibitions he had disappeared.

He extends his arm and runs his hand from where your tail is inserted down to the tip, and then twists it once around his thick fingers and tugs just a bit, enough for him to see your ring of muscle expand.

The sound that escapes your lips is a sharp sibilant hiss, and you audibly drag your nails on the fibers of the carpet which makes Simon huff out a laugh. "You were right, sir."

John's eyes that were locked onto your form flick up to look at Simon. "Hm? About what?"

"That she only hisses and scratches when you pull her tail."

John simply smirks. "Kitten," you languidly crane your neck to look at him, "get on Simon's lap, eh?"

i dont do pet play but id fucking meow or bark at him if he so much as thought it. borf borf.

[otomiyaa]

Ticklish Loid Forger x Reader

Romantic + 34. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Requested by @fluffandgiggles for my 1K Followers Event🌻

"Hehehe! Do it again - ahahaha! Agahahain!"

You smiled. Little Anya really loved tummy tickles more than anyone. She rolled on her back, her small hands holding yours, almost like a cat hugging its owner's hand tightly in order to keep it there, rather than remove it. 

"Tickle tickle tickle!" you sang playfully, wiggling your fingers like spider legs over her belly.

"Bond too, Bond too!" Anya giggled, which was followed by an approving "borf!" from the adorable dog, eager to get his tummy tickled too, and so you did. You managed to pull your hand free from Anya's soft grip and tickled Bond's furry tummy. Bond reacted in a similar way as Anya did, rolling on his back adorably and enjoying the affection.

"Anya too, Anya too, ahahaha!" Anya squealed. Back to Anya. It was a playful loop of tickles that rewarded you with the sweetest giggles and borfs.

In the middle of all the fun and chaos, you looked up at Loid who sat on the couch reading his newspaper. Except.. he was no longer reading. He was staring at you. Not at Anya, not at Bond, you, with the fondest smile on his face.

Just as the two of you locked eyes, Anya yelled something about world peace (?) and ran into her room, together with Bond, leaving you behind in sudden silence. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, getting up to sit next to him.

Loid instantly blushed and looked back at his newspaper. "L-like what?" he asked nervously.

"Like... I don't know," you hummed, glancing down to find an opening. And oh, you found one. 

"You were looking at me like... you were longing for some tummy tickles too?" you said, and you reached for his tummy and started to tickle. Loid immediately tensed, the newspaper crumbling in his hands as he bent forward.

"Wha-What?! Hohohold on! Thahats not- ahhahha! That's not truehehe!" he laughed.

"It isn't? You weren't starting like that because you were jealous?" you teased him, not slowing down your tickle attack on him.

"Nohoho I wahahasn't!" was Loid's giggly response.

You smiled. You weren't supposed to know he was a spy, and you weren't supposed to know he was this ticklish. Yet the romantic relationship you shared with him brought you this valuable information that could endanger your life. Whether that made it less exciting to make use of? Of course not!

"Okahahay eeheh-enough nohohow!" Loid laughed, pulling up the newspaper to use as a shield and cover his cutest reactions. He yelped when you grabbed his shield and pulled it away from him.

Loid immediately curled up in defense, protecting his tummy from further harm, but you were not planning your attack on his tummy like he anticipated. Instead you grabbed both his sides and clawed, digging in and wiggling your fingers while you climbed on top of him for further control.

"HAahahah! Nohoho! N-not thahahat!

The result was so sweet and satisfying. The loudest belly laughter that could only be activated through tickling and nothing else. No joke or funny face could get Loid Forger to make such a sound with all of his voice, and you found yourself staring at him with love and fondness as he let out this uncontrollable laughter.

"You wihihin! You win ahahah!"

"Was this ever a game, then?" was your teasy reply. You caught his hand that tried to fend off yours and entwined your fingers while using your other five fingers to continuously scribble at his side and ribs, making him arch his back.

"Hahahave mehehercy!" You couldn't hold back the smile that was even hurting your cheeks at this point. He was just too cute.

Despite your romantic relationship, Loid Forger didn't actually know that you knew about his true identity. He didn't know that you were aware of how smart he really was. How strong he was. How much danger he outsmarted everyday and how many opponents he took down.

Not knowing that you knew, he seriously allowed you to overpower him like this, fighting back with little strength almost equal to Anya's. He basically lay there and accepted your playful tickle torture, paying the price with his most beautiful laughter. Oh you never wanted to stop.

But of course you should've known it was a temporary delight. It was when you noticed two pairs of eyes staring at you from the side when you stopped tickling him, and you gasped.

Bond was wagging his tail, and Anya was looking at you with huge sparkling eyes. "Anya too! Tickle Anya too!" she chirped. You sighed and shook your head fondly.

"Well, it seems I have a new tickly part time job, don't I? Will I get some assistance?" you asked Loid who was still looking so sweet and flustered. He coughed awkwardly and nodded.

"Definitely," he said before forming two claws with his hands. Anya immediately squealed and started running now that her father got involved. Loid shot you a playful glance before he got up, and he winked.

"Your turn will be after this, just you wait," he said, making you blush as you were sure that was a tiny bit of the hidden Twilight side he just showed, and you secretly couldn't wait to see more of him!

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Don't Leave Me! | Yandere Yuri Briar

“Oh, Yuri! I’m so happy you could come!”

Yuri blushed as he returned the hug from his sister; excited to finally see her. Unconsciously he let his eyes look past his sister’s neck, closing when he saw the familiar faces of Loid and Anya. What was this feeling? Disappointment? Disappointment from what? Yuri Briar shook his head, following after his sister who happily led him inside. Every now and then he let his eyes wander, searching fruitlessly for something unknown. He stopped when Yor cutely tilted her head out of curiosity. Yuri blushes walking deeper into his sister’s home. 

“Unkie!” He dodged the child intent on securing his seat next to Yor at the dinner table. 

“I’m glad you can spend this evening with us, Yuri.” Loid spoke with that annoying smile of his spread across his face. Resisting the urge to gag, Yuri turned away crimson eyes landing on the door. Hearing the angelic giggling of his sister right near his ear.

“Oh Yuri, are you looking for someone?”

“WhAt!? Pftt No! Why WOulD I?!” 

The secret policeman spoke louder than he meant to; he began blushing even harder as he realized everyone was looking at him. He shrunk in on himself allowing Loid and Yor to begin passing around the dishes that smelled delicious. Some of these included Yor’s stew which Yuri happily dug into first. Of course, (Y/n) wouldn’t be here…they were a nanny…

The sound of knocking filled the apartment home making Yuri perk up. With a teasing smile, Yor rose from her chair and headed for the door.

“Well, I wonder who that could be?”

The door opened and in rays of shining light revealed the most wanted person of the night. 

“Guess who’s here!?”

“(YYY/nn)!!”

“Borf!” 

Anya and Bond ambushed your knees and waist as they dragged you into the Forger. Shutting the door behind you Yor also gave you a hug from behind further making you stagger your way into the home. They didn’t let up until Loid gave a firm look as he came to take the dish you brought from you. Reluctantly they released their hold on you as they made their way to the dinner table where Yuri was still gawking at your entrance. You sent a thankful look to Loid before following Anya to the place setting she had set for you, right next to Yuri. 

“Well hello again, stranger? How’ve you been?”

“S-stranger? I-I was sure your memory would be better.” An offended bubble appeared in his chest as he crossed his arms. Only for you to tilt your head, immediately confusing him. 

“It’s just an expression, man.”

“O-oh…” 

He blushed in embarrassment deciding to pick at his food as he mulled over his incompetence. Was he so out of it that he embarrassed himself over a simple question? You were so close he could smell your natural scent! And you could see his face, his blush at this distance! Before he could let himself fall into a silent mania he was broken out by the softness against his clenching fist. The hand that rested on his led to (Y/n), whose eyes were soft and smile light andshiningbright as you whispered to him.

“Hey, it's okay don’t worry about it.”

That was all you said before you retracted your hand to assist in your pursuit to eat, turning towards Anya who was animatedly talking to you about her latest mission. A haze of red fell over his cheeks and Yuri let his mind wander. Throughout the dinner, he could only nod as Yor tapped him for his attention. Instead opting to lightly pick at his food and watch as you laughed with the whole family.

____________________________________________________________

“Alright well, I should get going.” You spoke while stretching out, having your fill of Loid’s delicious desserts and enough wine for the night.

Immediately the room was filled with ‘awws’ and whining from the Forger family; who were either intoxicated or tiredly clinging onto you as the night deepened. Both Yor and Anya held tight, forcing you to sink back into the couch to save the integrity of your shirt. You looked to Loid who chuckled at the two before turning to Yuri who was drunkenly letting his lips wobble at the sign of you leaving. 

“D-don’t leave.”

The words were quiet but the unshed tears bubbling in his blood-red eyes had both you and Loid sighing in unison. 

“I guess after we put them to bed… maybe then I can–”

“Yes. Thank you, (Y/n).” 

With great difficulty, you carried Anya off to bed while Loid occupied Yor who enthusiastically began raving about something to him. Finally returning from Anya’s room you only heard an inkling of a promise being made to Yor that had her heading straight to bed. Not before placing a red lip staining kiss on your cheek and ditzely waving off to bed. Returning to the living room you found Loid worriedly looking at Yuri who stayed planted in his seat. 

“What’s wrong with him?” You directed it towards Loid but the drunk spoke on his own.

“-home with…me”

“What?”

“T-take me home. I-it’s its THE LEAST YOU COUDLD DO…after all you’ve done!” 

You deadpanned at the misleading accusation before breaking out into laughter. You had half a mind to record but Loid’s icy stare had you coughing instead. 

“I-I guess I’ll take him home then. Wouldn’t want him waking up Yor or Anya.”

Loid hesitated for a bit before dashingly running his hands through his hair as he sighed. 

“Yes, that would be for the best. Though I wouldn’t want you running around when its so dark out. I’d prefer it if you stayed with us…”

“But you hardly have enough room with the both of us staying here,” You easily grabbed the Briar’s hand. “So I’ll take him now. See you later, Loid!” 

Pulling the complacent male along you waved to the blond before heading out the door. For the next hour you wrestled with a drunk Yuri who was insistent on pinching your ears and cheeks while you tried to locate his wallet. Even as he allowed you tug him along he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of you. Light pulls at your jacket, your waist band, the collar of your shirt, it was an ongoing struggle with him; you were just grateful no one was out at this hour. 

“Ah! Here.We. Are!” 

With great effort you shoved Yuri into his bed, silently priding yourself on successfully delivering the man. Turning to leave you halted when you heard frantic noises muffled by the mattress he was faced down in. You turned back to him bending in his direction to hear better only for a hand to reach out and you pull you onto the bed. 

“Stay.” 

The command wasn’t unfamiliar. He had been uttering similar phrases all through out the journey home so you thought nothing of it. That is until you couldn’t wrench yourself from the grip he had around your body. 

“Heheh this must be the power of a Briar, huh?” Sarcastically uttering into the empty space of his apartment. You experienced it before and had ended in many a situation like this but Loid would usually come to the rescue. But alas he was not here and you were beginning to feel the drowsiness that came with a hearty feast. 

“Fine…I’ll stay…just for c’ple h’rs thats it.”

Smiling in his sleep Yuri nuzzled further into your neck, sleeping soundly with the constant aroma of your scent. That would be the first night of many for what, Yuri considered, to be the perfect sleep.

Optional First

[xoxopandapanda]

Proportional

Men like him gave up lives like this so that others could live simple and quaint lives. He risked his everyday so people could live theirs. He sacrificed so children would be able to grow up in a world more peaceful than he had.

Anya had come home, beaming and rambling on about something he had no idea about. He had long learned to not try to predict her - she would just throw him for a loop anyway. She kicked her shoes off at the door and beeline it for him. He had half a mind to tell her to put her shoes away, but she was holding a piece of paper that drew his attention more.

Instinctively, he lifted her into his arms as she climbed up him without asking. He caught a glimpse of the colors on the paper before she settled into his chest sideways, and to proudly present him with her object of fixation.

"Papa!" she loudly exclaimed, the paper give a pathetic snap as she pulled it taught between her two little hands to show him, "we practiced porpoises in art!"

As if he knew her all her life and could know indtany what she meant, he corrected her. "Proportions."

She was undeterred by his correction. "I drew our family!"

Loid took in the color drawing before him. The human in the picture were certainly fairly proportional, but the white dog was the same height as the man and woman, he presumed was him and Yor. "Bond is too big. He is as tall as me."

"Yep." Apparently Anya didn't see anything with a nearly 6 foot head to toe dog.

Loid leaned back to look into her shimmering green eyes. "What did your teacher say?"

Anya shrugged and wiggled to show she wanted down, which he complied with. She scrambled over to show the family dog her artwork.

He seemed very interested and let out a happy 'borf!' when she pointed out, very explicitly, that he was just as big as Papa and Mama because he was just as important to her.

Loid smiled softly to himself, wondering if she intended it to be that way or if she was just that good at thinking on her feet. He watched her from his peripheral vision as she put the drawing in his briefcase.

The next day, he sat in his office, waiting for the next patient of Dr. Forger, a man in his early sixties struggling to adapt to life without his wife. He pulled out the drawing from his briefcase and admired it.

He heard Anya in his head, telling Bond that he was just as important as him and Yor to her. He felt his heart squeeze slightly at the memory, a feeling he had long since come to accept as part of his day now, especially when he thought about the Forgers.

He had left it on the top of his desk when his patient came in, his focus quickly shifting to his work. However, the image was not lost on the elderly man.

"You've got the next Michaelangelo on your hands there, Doc." The wrinkles alongsode the man's eyes were ever present, but seemed extra deep in that moment.

Loid laughed good-naturedly. "She is certainly creative."

The old man nodded. "Does she make you happy?"

Loid answered after a pause. He was used to being the one who asked the questions, especially if this nature. "... She does."

"It's a good reminder after all we've seen in our lives that the young see us in such a light."

Loid cocked his head in confusion. "What do you mean?"

The old man pointed at his face in the drawing. "She doesn't see the war scarred soldier you hid under your facade. She doesn't see the sleepless nights that hollow out your eyes because you are tormented by the people you left behind on those fields."

They made eye contact. Loid felt exposed in front of this man who had fought on the opposite side of the line of him. His brain screamed to assess the dangers that this patient presented to Operation Strix, the Forgers, to Anya, but he was frozen in his body. He wasn't anything more than the boy who had lied about his age and tossed away any hope for normalcy at that moment. Not a spy, not a soldier, nothing but a boy who just wanted the world to go back to what it was before that bomb fell.

"She sees her father, a strong, happy man who holds her. Look at the smile she put on you." Once the old man's gaze had dropped from his, he was back in the moment. He felt rattled but still followed the man's finger to show the wide, white smile on his peach face." She drew the same smile on herself." Loid realized in that moment that the old man was right. He and Anya had wide, undefined toothy smiles in the drawing. Yor had a small black line.

Anya saw herself in him. And he knew, deep down, he did too.

"After all we've been through, it makes me happy to see life through a child's eyes." The old man shook his head softly and walked, back bowed, towards the couch. The session proceeded as Loid had planned, but once the door closed behind the elderly gentleman, Loid's mind raced back to the drawing.

He gingerly picked it up, almost as if he was afraid it was going to disappear once he had a grasp on it. He had been so focused yesterday on the proportions, he had missed the reality it represented.

Anya lived in a world where she was warm, safe, and loved. Anya knew that.

There was so much more to secure the world he wanted, where no child was ever scared or in danger as they grew, but he had done a small portion of that work already.

And maybe that was proportional to what he had scarified.

[twst-drabbles]

Jack 11

Summary: Jack spots the weird fire-eared stray cat from your window. He does not like him.

(Ah, inspiration has left me. I keep looking at the last two requests and just…can’t find myself wanting to write them? My brain is being difficult.)

It wasn’t a bark so much as it was a borf. A pushing of air that’s not quite strong enough, as though restraining himself from being too loud. Jack, poised at the window, little hands pressing against the glass, made another noise, a growl.

“Hmm?” you lifted your gaze from your phone, “Jack? You see something?”

You really had nothing to do today, so you figured it be nice to just hang back and relax in your bed. Everyone’s fed, most of the plants were in their sun-nap hours, the seafolk were in their little caves and the rest where with their respective owners. So, the only one that decided to hang back with you was Jack. Loyal little dog.

For a moment, he was beside your leg, in the next he drifted to the window. Now he was watching something, ears tall and stiff, chest puffed up like he’s trying to make himself bigger. The little trails of smoke fogged around him, almost obscuring his tiny figure.

“Jack?” you called again, pushing the sheets aside. “What are you looking at?”

He didn’t twitch when you nudged him. You looked out and immediately spotted and a familiar, large, gray and fat cat napping in your tree. He was on his back, flame ears flickering low like the flame of a old gas stove. The gluttonous creature that loves to steal from the garden was fast asleep, drool pooling from his mouth, legs twitching as though running in his sleep.

When he gave a snort, Jack jumped and growled.

“Ho boy,” you sighed, pressing your fingers to your lids. You gave a quick scratch to Jack’s head before picking him up by the scruff. Another aborted bark slipped past his lungs but quickly died like a deflating balloon. He limps, just like Leona does when you grab him by the scruff. Monkey see, monkey do as they say.

“Don’t worry about him,” you plopped Jack onto your chest when you laid back in bed, the little creature blinking at you in clear confusion at letting a strange creature into your territory. “Riddle will take care of it.”

The cat is in his territory after all. Can’t have any turf wars happening accidentally. Even so, Jack laid his body down, but kept his face towards the window, golden eyes wide and ready to pounce at the slightest sign of the magic cat trying to get in. At least he’s staying on you. It’s nice to feel his weight.

[gailyinthedark]

@inklings-challenge this is very late and extremely silly, but I wanted to poke fun at my life and also give a thank you to @siena-sevenwits and @gerbiloftriumph for boosting my mood during my own jello-related tribulations!

Translation

Humans were absurdly large. Hulking, even. No creature needed to take up so much space. They spread out, too, limbs and digits all over the place, not folded close to the body for efficiency in creeping.

This one didn’t look so well, even for a human. It lay limply on the bed (five goblins could fit in a bed that size, but humans were disinclined to sleep piled up) and by the smoky light of the oil lantern its face was an unappealing shade of beige-grey, its hair greasy. (Why have nerveless filaments on one’s head instead of a nice set of floppy ears, sensitive to sound and temperature and the shapes of underground spaces? It made no sense.)

“Hungry?” asked Borf, indicating the covered tray in his hands.

“Is it that orange stuff?” asked the human, as if its hunger or lack thereof depended on the answer. Which was ridiculous, but Borf decided to humour it. He pulled off the cloth with a flourish. The contents of the tray glowed amber in the oil-light, transparent and jiggling slightly.

The human looked iller.

“I think I’ll wait,” it murmured.

“It’s the same for supper,” said Borf helpfully. “And breakfast.”

“Blast,” said the human. Its voice was slightly higher in pitch than Borf’s own, which meant it was likely a she. “I hate that stuff.”

“They wouldn’t let me bring you the fermented fishtail soup,” said Borf. “Sorry.”

“That’s all right,” said the human, and sniffed loudly.

There was a chart of human sounds and their meanings in the refectory cavern. Borf reviewed it in his head. The sniffing sound meant either the human’s nasal passages were irritated or they were experiencing sorrow.

“Is it rhinitis?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t be in the hospital for that.”

“Right,” muttered Borf. It was hard to keep track of the different races and what might kill or merely inconvenience a given one, and he was only a porter, not a medic.

“You’re sad then,” he stated tentatively, checking his mental chart again.

“I'm fine," said the human. “Sorry. You can put the tray here if you like.”

She shoved at the pillows until she was sitting up. The goblin maneuvered the tray to rest on her lap. She poked at the blob and sniffed again. Borf turned to go, thinking of one occasion when, as a little goblet, he’d been caught out of the caverns overnight and had to sleep under a tree without the usual heap of other goblin-children to keep him company. His ears had been fairly purple with sorrow.

“Ah,” he said suddenly, turning back to see the human surveying a spoonful of orange goo with a disconsolate expression.

“What?” she asked, seeming glad of the distraction.

“Human ears are useless,” said Borf, and hopped back into the room and clambered up on the foot of the absurdly enormous bed. “So inexpressive. They should do something about it.”

“I’ll let them know,” said the human in question. “When I get out of here. It smells like parsley. Is it meant to do that?”

“They could try earrings in appropriate colours. Try not to think about the smell.”

She grimaced again, but the sniffing seemed to have stopped, which Borf guessed to be a good sign. He settled in, toes splayed on the blanket, elbows near his ankles, floppy ears resting comfortably on his knees.

“Tell me,” he said, as the human bravely swallowed a bite, “what is the evolutionary purpose of hair?”

[go-learn-esperanto]

Borf!

Have baby airpods

What is that??? Toy coffee mug? Airpods? The face on the packaging? Who's the audience for these? Because if it's kids I know they're gonna lose them in a day... Or swallow them.

Anyway, thank you Harley. And thank you for gifting me weird images to look at. They're always appreciated.

[marchtooctober]

"The storm will traverse Berlint and nearby cities. Heavy rain with sudden gusts is expected to last until tomorrow dawn. Everyone is advised to stay at home and refrain..."

The morning weather news is on television as Anya watched with a satisfied grin.

"I don't have school today. I don't have to do re-see-tayshun! Bond! Our today's mis-shun is to play all day!" She said gleefully, pumping her fists.

"Borf!"

"Anya, you have school off today because there's a storm outside. That only means you have more time to study and memorize." Loid said as he put on his coat.

Anya turned to him with a shocked face then protested.

"But today is no school day! A one-time chance!"

"No. You can play when you're done studying for your recitation."

"I will study later. I'm still watching cartoons." Anya muttered and scooted closer to the tv.

"Really, you-!" Loid said in exasperation.

He put a hand over his eyes then grabbed for his umbrella.

"Do you really you have to go today? It's raining hard outside!" Yor said in a worried tone.

From the corner of their rooms, Yor appears with a raincoat in hand.

"Well... It's an emergency patient so I have to go." Loid replied.

In truth, he's supposed to have his day off too but a few days ago, he was assigned with a side mission to intercept a courier with contraband goods. It wasn't a very pressing mission but today might be the only chance to stop them.

And it also just happened that there's a storm today. While Yor and Anya were granted the day off, he was deprived of their luxury and can only sigh in self-pity.

"I'll try to come back soon. Thanks for the coat." He said and took the raincoat from Yor.

"Are you taking the subway or tram? You're not planning to drive, are you?" Yor asked, still worried.

"No, I'll take the subway. By the way, Yor. Can I ask you to help Anya study for her recitation?"

"H-Huh? Are you sure?"

"It's just anatomy memorization."

Then Loid turned to Anya.

"Anya! Study with your mother after watching cartoons. I'll be checking on you when I get back."

"Okey dokey." She said absentmindedly, her eyes still on screen.

She was too invested on watching the tv and her father's words barely registered. Loid couldn't help but twitch his brows in frustration.

"Don't worry, I'll help her study. Be careful out there." Yor said.

"Okay, I'm going now."

Yor watched the door close with a thud before walking over to Anya.

"Anya, let's study once you're done watching, okay? I'm going to clean up and wash the dishes first."

Upon hearing her mother's voice, Anya whipped her head and raised a hand with a salute.

"Okey dokey!"

Yor headed to the sink and started washing the dishes. From time to time, she would be distracted by the low grumbles of the storm.

"Loid sure has it rough. I hope he doesn't get sick later. ..." She quietly said.

The city hall called the day off due to the harsh weather and thankfully, she has no killing to do today. Today is hers to spend leisurely. There's nothing much to do but a little cleaning here and there. And of course, looking after Anya and Bond.

"Mama! Will Papa go back soon?"

"Eeek!" Yor was startled by Anya who appeared beside her.

She was startled enough to crack a plate with her bare hands. It's not completely broken in half but definitely not suitable to be used anymore.

"Aw... I broke another plate. It's the third one this week! Loid will get mad at me..."

Anya stared at Yor with wide eyes.

"Oops! Sorry! What were you saying again, Anya?"

"Is Papa going to take long?"

"He said that he'll try to get back right away. Are you done watching cartoons?"

"The cartoon today is lame. Spywars is better."

Yor glanced at the remaining dishes then turned back again to Anya.

"Okay. I'm not yet finished washing so can you wait me for a bit?"

"I'll take out my bag."

"Yes, that will be good. I'll make this quick so we can start studying."

Anya headed to her room and fetched her things. She carried a book while Bond carried her bag. They seated themselves on the couch. While Anya busied herself rummaging through her notebook, Yor finished washing and put away the broken plate. Once done, she went over to Anya.

"Loid asked me to help you with anatomy."

"Hm, hm. I have recitation for science." Anya answered with a nod.

"Oh, I see... Shall we start? Can I see your lesson?"

Anya opened handed her book to Yor.

"There." She pointed at the bookmarked portion.

"This is... bugs?!"

Yor suddenly dropped the book with a shriek and then came a loud crash of thunder. Anya shrieked in fear and clung to her mother's leg, not sure whether it's because of the thunder or her mother. After a moment, she picked up the book and opened it again to the page of her lessons.

"The teacher told us to memorize body parts of the bug."

"Oh... Is that so?"

Yor could barely bring herself to look. But after a moment, she mustered up her courage to pick the book and sit beside Anya.

"O-Okay, Anya. The i-insect is divided into three parts. Can you name them?"

"The head, thowrox and addowmen."

"V-very good, Anya! You got them all right!"

No wonder Anya got the answers right because Yor was holding the book far away enough for Anya to read it.

There was a long silence. Yor was squinting her eyes while attempting to find something from the book that she can use to ask Anya.

"W-What do I do? Loid asked me to help Anya study but I didn't know that it's about bugs! If only it were parts of the human body instead then I can confidently teach her that... How can I teach her about bugs if I can't even look at her lesson book? B-But I have to do this! For Anya's sake!"

After reading her mother's mind, Anya started wondering if she should still go on. Then suddenly, Yor opened her eyes really wide as if she's about to go for a kill.

"Next one... Ah, let's see... How many legs does an insect have? What is their antenna used for? Do all insects have..."

Yor spouted question after question until she felt dizzy and break into cold sweat. Seeing her mother become visibly uncomfortable, Anya felt bad and took the book away.

"Uhm... I think I'll just wait for Papa to teach me. I... I'm going to study history first."

It took a while for Yor to recover and face Anya.

"I g-guess that will be better. I don't know much about insects at all. Loid will probably help you more. How about I help you with your history lesson instead?"

"Hm, hm." Anya answered with a nod.

For good one hour, Yor helped Anya read difficult words from the reading selection of history book. Anya still find it difficult to understand her lesson, mostly due to the fact that Yor kept on imagining gruesome examples that had almost nothing to do with the lesson and being paranoid about Loid. Despite that, Anya discovered a lot of terms that are new to her that sparked silly curiosity in her.

"Let's take a break before studying again." Yor said and handed Anya a cup of warm chocolate.

"Yey! Chocolate!"

They both enjoyed their drink leisurely. But after a while, Yor began staring outside the window, zoning out. Anya who was singing some random cartoon song, suddenly picked up her mother's thoughts.

"The rain is pouring nonstop. Loid will surely end up getting stuck in the hospital. Maybe he won't be able to come home at all. Poor Loid..."

Anya put down her cup on the table and opened her mouth to speak.

"Mama..."

Yor snapped back and turned to Anya.

"Hm?"

"Mama... Papa is-"

Before Anya could finish her sentence, a lightning flashed qnd another clap of thunder which was louder than the first, came rolling. It made Anya flinch and hold on to her mother. Yor was just as surprised and put up her hands in defense. She couldn't bring herself to hug back, afraid that she might hug too tight and accidentally hurt Anya.

"Mama! Scary! Bwaaa!" Anya started wailing with teary eyes.

"Shh, shh... There, there..." Yor said softly as she patted Anya's head and soothed her back.

Bond who was also terrified, walked towards the two, whimpering.

"Mama! We must take shelter or the thunder's gonna hit us!"

"Huh?! But we're already at home, Anya. There's no need for us to take shelter."

Yor continued comforting Anya until she calmed down. Anya felt nice being held gently. As she was being soothed by her mother, an idea struck her. Anya's eyes suddenly glinted and sparkled with excitement.

"Mama! Let's build a fowrt!" She said, looking at Yor in the eyes.

"Fowrt?"

"Fowrt! The one where people hide under attack! It's got a roof like this, and wall shield like this, a-and..." Anya explained with a mix of frustration and excitement.

"Oh! A fort!" Yor said, finally getting what Anya is saying.

"Hm! Hm!" Anya nodded along enthusiastically.

As Anya read her mother's mind again, she only found out gruesome narratives of her mother's memories. Completely different with what Anya had in mind.

"I want to... make a fowrt with blanket and pillow."

"R-Right! We make fort out of pillows and blankets!" Yor replied in realization of her contrasted thoughts.

Then as Yor leaves her seat, Anya suddenly remembered that her mother always want to keep things neat and might not approve of building a mess.

"Nevermind... I just want to stay like this..." She said, holding back.

"No, Anya! We don't always get a chance to have fun like this! Let's make a fort!"

"Really?! Can we?!"

"Of course!"

And so they build a fort. They set aside the low table along with Anya's bag and lessons beside the tv. They placed a large blanket over the chairs that they prearranged. Pillows and smaller blankets filled the large gaps and spare mats were spread on the floor. After some time, everything was finally set.

"We're done, Anya!"

"We did it!"

"Borf!"

All that was left is for them to take shelter. But before that, Anya quickly fetched first her stuffed toys.

"Mr. Chimera and Agent Penguin will also join us."

"Wow! That's great! Go and enter the fort, Anya."

"Yay!"

Just as she was about to, Bond's ears perked up and the door opened. Loid has just come home, damp from head to toe.

"Papa!"

Loid went in with tired steps.

"I'm ho- What happened here?! Everything's a mess!" He asked, surveying the area with distress.

His eyes then found Anya.

"You!"

"Wah! Papa is mad!" Anya says in horror, hiding behind Bond.

"Sorry, we were having fun instead of studying..." Yor said and took the dripping raincoat from Loid and took it to the bathroom to be dried later. She quickly rushed back.

"Don't be mad at Anya, Loid. We actually studied a bit earlier but Anya got scared of the thunder. And she couldn't concentrate anymore. Can you let her off for now?"

Loid turned to Yor for a moment and then back at Anya. He let out a deep sigh.

"Fine. But you'll have to study with me later before dinner. Study or else I won't let you watch Spywars."

"Okey dokey!"

"Go ahead and play."

Anya more than willfully complied and went back to the fort while Loid went for a warm bath. Yor prepared a new batch of warm drinks merrily, finding herself in relief now that Loid is finally home.

"Here's coffee with milk to warm you up."

"Thanks, Yor." Loid says with a gentle smile.

Yor also handed Anya another cup of warm chocolate. All of them sat on the floor, with Anya situated inside the fort. Loid and Yor sat on the sides by the entrance and Bond lied down near Loid.

"So how was the patient?" Yor asked.

It took him a moment to respond.

"About that..."

Anya's senses perked as she read into her father's mind.

"The targets did not come at the drop off point. Who would've thought that even illegal dealers would yield to the bad weather? They must be the most uncommitted people I ever have to deal with. In the end, team charlie took care of them and I barely did anything."

Anya stared at him, wide eyed and surprised with what she discovered.

"The patient was fine after all. Nothing serious." Loid finally answered.

"That's a relief then."

Loid contentedly drank his coffee and breath in its aroma. He thoroughly enjoyed the coffee that he was disappointed when he already consumed all of it to the last drop. He wanted another cup but he doesn't want to be rude to Yor by disturbing her. So he did not ask for more to also avoid an acidic stomach.

"Papa." Anya suddenly called out.

"Yes?"

"Come inside the fort!"

"No. Just stay and play there. I need to prepare lunch." Loid replied.

"But it's fun here, Papa!"

He took their cups and put them in the sink. He scanned the fridge to look and see what he can make for lunch. After short contemplation, he chose to do sautéed vegetable with beef. Although he had started putting out ingredients, he couldn't help but cast a few looks at the fort.

"They should have fixed the blanket a little more to the front in order to make a curtained entryway. The pillows also need a better side support. In order to make a sturdy fort..."

Anya was able to pick up her father's thoughts. She quickly thought of a scheme to make him join in. She apologized to her mother in her mind and with a sneaky move of a hand, Anya jerked some of the clothespins.

"Bond! Cover me!" She whispered to Bond.

Making sure that her parents are not looking, she then tugged at the blanket to make it fall off.

"No! My fowrt is now in shambles!" She shouted dramatically.

Yor stood from one of the chairs and put down the cooking magazine she was reading to recover Anya from the mess. Loid also walked towards them, leaving the half peeled onion.

"Anya! Don't worry! I'll save you!" Yor exclaimed in a hurry.

"Just what are you doing?" Loid asked.

Anya is finally out of the blankets.

"Papa! Can you fix the fowrt?"

"You can just fix it again with Yor."

"I think you'll do a better job than me. The one we made wasn't stable at all and it was shabby. Maybe she doesn't like it. I should've done better." Yor said, feeling sorry for the collapsed fort.

"No, uhm... The fort wasn't that shabby..." Anya butted in, hardly making Yor feel better.

"Huh? Okay... But after we eat lunch." Loid gave in.

"Yes!" Anya cheered.

Loid went back to cooking lunch and Anya spent her time helping Yor with disassembling the chairs and blankets. Anya was so excited for her father to rebuild the fort that she barely chewed her food when they ate lunch.

"Chew properly or you'll choke your food." Her father scolded her.

"Rm'kay." Anya answered before grabbing for her water.

"Don't talk while eating."

Later on, Loid did as requested and fixed the fort. He did some rearrangement and turned the previous design into a more comfortable one with a sloped blanket roof. With the use of additional chords, the blanket was tied to the metal railing of the couch and to the high edge of the dining chairs. Loid also arranged the pillows meticulously to create makeshift walls.

"Yey! So cool!"

"It looks much better than before! Good for you, Anya!" Yor said, praising Loid's work.

"Now go in with your chimera and penguin. I'm going to cook."

"Papa! You must join us too!" Anya protested.

"Didn't you hear me? I need to cook something to eat. Enjoy your playtime while it still lasts."

Out of nowhere, a lightning struck again. Anya who was able to shake off her fear while building the fort a while ago, clung to Loid for hear dear life.

"Bwaaa! I'm so scared!" Anya wailed and acted way more scared than she really is.

As if it was an automated response, Loid scooped Anya up and held her close. He's unaware what Anya is about to say next.

"Papa! Mama! I'm very scared... Can you join me in the fort?"

"No. You go and play with Bond instead." Said Loid.

"T-That's right, Anya. We will just get in the way of your playtime." Added Yor.

"Let's stay together..."

Both Loid and Yor were caught off guard by Anya's words. They stared at her for a moment.

In Loid's mind, he's thinking whether it's really necessary for the mission to play along. Perhaps, he was dismissed early by Handler for this purpose? But more than that, he's imagining how uncomfortable it would be for the three of them. Meanwhile, Yor is contemplating at the possibilty of accidentally crushing Anya in her arms. Is she worthy to let herself have a growing attachment with someone else besides Yuri? Their hesitation put Anya in tears.

"Please...?" Anya said pleaded, almost devoid of all pretense.

In an instant, Loid and Yor ceased thinking and just felt for Anya. They regret feeling the way they did just now realized how they should be showering her instead with care and affection that a child should receive.

"Then, shall we go in?" Asked Yor.

"Okay, after you." Said Loid.

Yor went in first, then shortly followed by Loid with Anya still clinging. The fort is big enough for the three of them but also small enough to keep them close together. Yor made space for them and Loid put Anya down in the middle before he settled on the side. The extra space at Anya's foot was occupied by Bond.

"This is nice!" Anya said delightfully.

She took her parent's hand in hers and squeezed them tight. Loid and Yor were surprised at the sudden action but returned the favor nonetheless. Bond also snuggled closer to Anya's feet.

"It's always great to stay at home in this kind of weather." Yor also commented.

"Right..." Loid agreed.

"Good night!"

"It's afternoon, Anya."

"Good afternoon nap!" Anya corrected herself.

"Sleep tight, everyone." Added Yor.

The Forger's fort is filled with warmth and peace that surprisingly, Loid and Yor were quickly lulled to sleep. Everyone is asleep except for Anya who is too happy to sleep.

All she wanted was to be with them. Can she be blamed? She is living with the constant fear of abandonment and she'll take every chance she gets to spend time together with them. She's bearing not only her own secret but also theirs. To both Loid and Yor, this family is a means for themselves but to Anya, this family is everything to her. And always will be.

Just like the fort, this fake family will be broken down once it served its purpose.

But as long as nothing gets discovered, Anya will keep on holding to the hope that the Forger family will remain forever.

"I'm so lucky to be a Forger..." She mumbles as she finally drifts off to a sweet slumber.

[piracytheorist]

Macabre Theme and Variations (15/15)

Fandom: Spy x Family Word count: 1.9k for this chapter | 66k in total Rating: T Warnings: Non-permanent character deaths, graphic violence

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

AO3 Read from the beginning: Tumblr | AO3

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Chapter 15: Finale

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BORF!

Pulled from sleep, Loid squeezes his eyes tighter.

No, no, not again! I solved it! I caught him–

Wait, didn't that borf sound a little louder than usual?

He hears a low yawn from his left, and then a small hand rests on his arm.

He opens his eyes.

They're there. Anya and Yor, lying next to him. Yor scrunches her face as she stretches her shoulders.

Bond is also on the bed, resting down with his head up.

Loid sits up with a gasp.

He did it. Tomorrow is here.

Then what's wrong with him? He feels happy, relieved. Why are tears streaming down his face? Why does he feel a sob make its way up his throat?

“Loid?” Yor asks as she sits up as well.

Anya rubs at her eyes as she opens them, immediate worry on her face.

“I—I don't know what—” he starts, words cut off from the sob that finally escapes. “I made it. I'm so happy, but...”

“It's okay,” Yor whispers, resting her hand on his back.

“Mama told me that sometimes you can be so happy you cry,” Anya says, in a voice that sounds too sleepy for the weight of her words.

He leans in on himself. More sobs come, and he finds himself unable to say anything else. They hold him, and Bond lies down, resting his head on Loid’s knees.

This can’t be a dream. He can not be imagining this.

He opens his eyes and looks at the alarm clock. Quarter past seven. He looks away then back again. Quarter past seven.

“It’s real…” he whispers through trembling lips. He leans his head sideways and onto Yor’s shoulder. A wave of warmth spreads through his limbs when he feels her leave a soft kiss at the top of his head, then brush her fingers through his hair.

Anya picks up his hand and kisses the back of it. His lips pull up in a shaky smile as he thinks that she probably also wanted to show her love.

Love. He’s loved.

He sighs and sniffles. “Thank you, both of you,” he says. “I don't know what I would have done if the day had reset again. Thank you for being here.” Anya nestles her face against his side, and he takes her hand in his, petting Bond’s head with the other. “Thank you too, Bond.”

Bond makes a soft, almost humming borf.

They stay with him as he calms down. It’s Anya who breaks the silence with a “Papa?”

“Hmm?”

“Anya has to go potty.”

Both Loid and Yor laugh quietly, and they pull back so she can climb down the bed. Loid watches her as she walks out into the hall and he half expects her to bump into the wall.

He smiles when he only hears the bathroom door open and close. He wipes the tear trails off his cheeks and sighs again. He looks at Yor.

The smile on her face feels like a bright, warm light that reaches right into his core. His lips part as she slowly leans towards him.

Her lips touch his and he closes his eyes, the warmth now spreading all inside him. He’s almost too scared to move, to break the moment, to abuse the trust she’s so freely giving him.

She pulls back too soon. He could stay kissing her like that forever.

Her hand caresses his cheek. He opens his eyes and he notices her cheekbones rise with a smile.

“Can you stay?” she says. “With us, I mean.”

He purses his lips. “I… I can try. I want to.” He pulls back to look at her, and her hand follows him. “It will be easier now that you know, but if something happens and I am compromised…”

“I can try helping you again.”

“Yor…”

“I don’t want to lose this, all right? I don’t want Anya to lose you.”

“I already feel selfish for wanting to stay. It could put you both in danger and I feel reckless for ignoring that possibility.”

“You don’t have to worry about me. And I can protect Anya as well.”

“But…” He sighs. “None of you deserve this.”

“Let me decide what I deserve for my own. As for Anya… we do what? Give her up?”

A lump forms in his throat at the idea. “You’ll stay with her, if I have to leave?”

“Of course I will. But if you leave… will you be able to contact us?”

“I don’t know. I can’t promise anything. I always consider the worst case scenario, always with the thought that I may get arrested or killed at any moment.” He grunts. “I now have to get used to being back on guard. The loop was quite successful in making me lower my defenses.” He looks at her and rests his hand over hers on his cheek. “If my cover is blown, they’ll interrogate you to no end.”

“I know.”

“And? You’re just accepting this?”

She doesn’t reply.

“What exactly did you talk about with Anya yesterday?”

She lowers her gaze and moves her hand, only to take his in both of hers. “If we’re to make this work, I need you to not worry about me and my decisions.”

“Well, if we are to do this, you should know that I have a sore spot for ignorance. The need to know everything about the situation I’m in is trained in me, and not knowing makes me anxious. You don’t have to tell me your secrets, but I want to know what you base this confidence on.”

“Myself,” she says simply. “I’ve learned that when knowledge doesn’t suffice, trust can make up for it.” She looks into his eyes. “If we’re not just assets to your mission anymore, we’re going to need you to trust us, alright?”

He swallows hard. Even when it comes to fellow spies, he never fails to consider the possibility of having to depend on his very own. “It’s not that I think you’re not properly equipped to deal with this. I just don’t want you to deal with this in the first place.”

“And why is that?”

She has a small smile on that gives a different tone to her voice; it makes him think her question is rhetorical.

She brings her body a little closer to his. “I can learn to trust you, if you can learn to trust in me. Can we make this work?”

He sighs, wrapping his arms around her. His head moves almost on its own as it leans on the side of Yor’s head. “We can try.”

“Hardest assignment we’ve ever gotten, right?” He hears the smile in her voice.

He smiles back, but he turns at the familiar feeling of being watched. At the same time Yor pulls back as well, and they both look at Anya, peeking at them through the open door.

Anya steps innocently to stand by the door frame. “Anya is hungry.”

Yor turns to him. “Let’s get this new day started then, shall we?” She gives him a quick peck and stands up.

He’s just about ready to lie back down and bask in the afterglow of what he’s just experienced, until he realizes he’d better not leave Yor alone in the kitchen.

He’s halfway into beating the eggs for an omelette when the phone suddenly rings.

They all turn to look at it; it’s half past seven on a Saturday morning. A shiver runs down his spine and his jaw drops slightly.

Yor looks at him with concern, as if asking him if they should even answer.

Loid puts the bowl down and walks to the phone. His hand is rigid when it reaches for the receiver.

“Hello, Forger residence.”

“Good morning! My name is Theodora Jester, I’m calling from Allora Inc. Can you spare five minutes of your time for a poll on favourite cereal flavours?” the Handler’s voice says. What it means is “Agent Twilight, confirm your identity.”

“Positive,” he says simply. There’s no need to hide anymore.

“YOU’RE ALIVE?” the voice screams in his ear so suddenly he cringes back, pulling the speaker away.

“Should I not be?” he says as the corners of his lips pull up.

“Would you care to explain why Headquarters are picking up continuous signals that say you’re dead?!”

His jaw clenches. Of course Pollux would have planned a posthumous message boasting about his win.

“Let me guess. The signals are from a former agent?”

“They’re—what?! What do you know? And again, how did you get all that intel you sent us yesterday?”

“Check the safe houses for bugs. The perpetrator is dead, but better remove them as soon as possible.”

“They’re requesting an emergency briefing. Today. Now.”

“Oh, good morning, Yor,” he says, turning to her and winking. He can practically hear the Handler grit her teeth through the speaker.

“Find an excuse and come to safe house B ASAP.”

Oh, come on. Is that how easily they think he’d betray them?

“Papa!” Anya shouts then bangs her fists on the wall next to him. She smiles at him, then starts fake crying.

He can barely bite back the laughter before the Handler hears it.

“What. Is. Going. On?!”

He cringes back as he turns away from a fake-crying Anya. It’s not often the Handler loses her patience.

“Give me an hour. I’ll be there, all right?”

“You’d better be.”

He can sense the impatience even in the sound her speaker makes as it’s hung up.

“Duty calls?” Yor asks, approaching him.

“Some long explanations are due,” he says and sighs deeply. As if spending almost the entire previous day explaining everything to Yor wasn’t enough.

She places a hand on his shoulder. It starts rubbing but the moment he stiffens from how painful it is, she gasps and snatches it back. “Sorry,” she says.

He looks at her and reaches for the hand that just touched him. His thumb caresses her fingers, as he thinks that the only person she’s been close enough to be physically affectionate with for most of her life was Yuri… and her physical touch was all Yuri had too, for years, so he’s used to it.

“Don’t be,” he says. “I appreciate it.” He smiles, and a cautious smile spreads on her lips as well.

“Just don’t kill him, Mama,” Anya offers.

“Don’t worry,” he says. “I can handle it… I think.” He brings the hand to his lips and kisses it. “I meant that too, what I’d said about your strength.”

She sighs in relief, her eyes glowing as they bear into his. She looks ready to kiss him again, but then her eyes drift to Anya and she retreats with a smile.

“Let’s finish breakfast, shall we?”

He watches them move into the kitchen, Anya blabbering about all the things she wants to put in her omelette – honey and chocolate sprinkles and cheese and, of course, peanuts – and Yor carefully putting a frying pan on the stove as she listens to her.

A new routine. One he cannot predict anymore, but that feels comforting to his soul nevertheless.

They have a ton of issues to sort out through. He’ll have to tread carefully with WISE, but if he could lie to civilians for the protection of peace… what’s some diplomacy with his agency for the protection of his family life?

He’s still smiling when he walks into the kitchen, picking Anya up and letting her sit on the counter opposite from the stove. He pours the beaten eggs into the frying pan and settles into the family morning.

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Final author's notes:

*Franky didn’t appear in this chapter cause he went out drinking the previous night to celebrate winning the lottery, and he’s now sleeping in. He’ll come by in the afternoon to treat the Forgers to lunch!*

And thus, my longest fic to date, a beast 4k words away from being considered a novel, is complete! I cannot tell you how happy I am that I managed to write it and publish it in full. Writing it was an experience of itself, sharing it with you every week and seeing your reactions to each chapter is something I’ll never forget!

Thank you for making that experience unforgettable, and I hope the ending felt fulfilling and satisfying.

Thank you for following my story, thank you for all your lovely feedback, thank you for reading through my frantically typed words and making me feel they were worth the effort of editing and posting them!

Grand thanks to my beta, Jak_the_ATAT/@samatedeansbroccoli, for being there with help and support when I plagued them with questions about the story and for turning my nonsensical words into sensible sentences. Even when I had procrastinated asking them my questions and needed answers NOW, they were there and words will never be enough to show my gratitude &lt;3

About the people commenting, my god, I don’t think I’ll ever forget the experience of posting a chapter, then opening my inbox a few hours later to see more and more comments the more chapters I posted. Seeing such a positive and immediate reaction to my posting literally made my day(s), thank you so much. I may not have the courage to reply to every single one of you, but consider this a reply to all of them, present and future comments: Thank you &lt;3

If you followed the story while it was being posted, I love you. If you gave kudos, I love you. If you read through the whole thing after the story was completed, I love you. I know I’ve said it too much, but thank you. I wrote this story for myself, but seeing this positive response on it made me feel I belong. So, thank you. I love you.

P.S. I kept a tag on my blog where I posted about the (chaotic) process of writing this fic, along with a few relevant reblogs. You can check it out here, if you’re interested!

[trashshouldnt]

they call me the homosexualizer and this is because of my nature

[giri-giri-waifu]

Anya, playing with dolls she made to look like Yor and Loid: 'Mama, papa, now kiss!'

//pushes both dolls' faces together and makes kissy sounds

Loid comes in to check on her to come watch spy anime. Embarrassed, she chucks the Loid doll across the room, where it smacks into the wall and she hides the Yor doll behind her.

Loid: What are you doing...? = _ =

Anya, smug and chuckling: Nothing. > w >

Later, Yor and Loid tuck her into bed for the night. Yor picks up her doll and Loid picks up his, from where it got thrown. There's a scratch on the doll's face and he gulps, replaying the scene before in his head.

'Why me...?' he mutters as he takes Yor's doll and places both of them in a toy bin. Yor notices the toys slide together so their faces are touching. She blushes and yanks the Loid doll out and throws it against the wall, where the head sticks, leaving the doll's body, limp and hanging. Loid goes pale. 'Why me?' he mumbles as he shuffles off to bed, shocked and very confused.

Anya chuckles in her sleep and Bond gives an exasperated 'borf'.

Just kiss already...

[kits-shrine]

Apollo borfed in agreement, wondering what to do about the young woman's mood, more specifically, what he could do.

It was hard to tell she was in any kind of mood other than a good one from how she chattered with the pair heading back to the car. "You're parents have an event this evening so you're stuck with me until then." she teased with a little wink. "But your mother told me to remind you since tomorrow's my day off she's having you all to herself tomorrow. I'll be on call if you need me but otherwise you two will get the day to do whatever together."

Victoria perked up significantly at that reminder. Given her mothers recent health improvement she hoped they could have an actual fun day and not just one together while Grace tried valiantly to put on a brave face before inevitably having to take a long rest to recover.

[underfell-crystal]

my dnd character died! it was fun! Jax edition

Borf's PC Blurb:

The feeling of gritty dust and blood is wet and sticky under her face. The pain in her gut is blinding, but blinking away the spots, she can see a dust-covered figure advancing toward her friend. She tries to say his name, tries to reach out to him, tries to do anything, but all that comes out of her mouth is a weak whisper of his name. She can do nothing but watch as the figure cuts her friend down, can only watch as his body falls to the ground and begins to join the choking dust in the air.

A tear snakes its way down her face, clearing a thin path through the grime on her cheek.

The figure turns around, and even through the blurriness and spots in her vision she can see his manic grin. He slowly advances towards her, twirling his dust and blood covered knife. Her hand trembles, still outstretched toward her friend's decaying corpse.

No.

She won't go down quietly or easily.

She owes that much to her friends.

Her hand curls into a fist as he gets closer. She slams it into the dirt, rocks and coarse dirt biting at her knuckles, bloodying them even further. She pushes her battered body to its knees, then to its feet. She grasps her sword, the blade gleaming like a thousand stars, and she rises to her full height. She knows she won't last long. It's a downright miracle she hasn't succumbed to her injuries yet.

The twisted man in front of her just smiles, but she can see a hint of wariness in his eyes. She can see several slashes in his shirt from where she attacked him earlier, and a faint feeling of smugness blooms in her chest at the sight.

He's not infallible.

He can be killed.

But in her heart, she knows that she won't be the one to do so. She's on her last dregs of health with no help in sight, lost in a maze beneath the surface, face to face with a relentless killer.

But that doesn't mean she won't try.

With a scream filled with anguish and rage, she points her sword at the man, calling upon the ancient spirits she knows linger out of sight around her. They burst into action, flames licking across their spectral bodies as they dive at the man. She doesn't waste another moment, lunging forward and slashing across his chest in quick succession. They slice through bone with a satisfying cracking sound, and she allows the smallest of grins to grace her face as the man shouts in pain and staggers back against the onslaught of attacks.

He stops moving backwards as the spirits finally dissipate, red and blue eyes in dark sockets glaring into her very soul, face twisted into a snarl. He lunges, knife ready to carve her to pieces, and she faintly registers a sharp pain in her shoulder, then her body hitting the ground.

I'm sorry.