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[sapphire-weapon]

I've been thinking about this whole thing wrt Leon's morality and his conflict wrt his relationship to the government, and like

there's a big part of the story that's getting lost in all of this.

From 1999-2005, Leon was basically the government's little bitch. He was being held under duress via threats to Sherry's life and had absolutely no power, autonomy, or esteem within the government.

But after RE4, that completely changes. Yes, he still can't leave because of Sherry, but he starts to gain clout, and a sort of mythology surrounding him begins to form within the ranks of the government and the military. This is then amplified following Degeneration, especially after Ron Davis is found dead in his office (even though this wasn't Leon's doing; it was Tricell's -- but it was still Leon's actions that led to that moment).

We see the effects of that at the start of Infinite Darkness.

So then, fast forward to the end of ID -- the reason why Leon buries the story of what happened during ID wasn't because he was under orders to. I don't know where that perception comes from.

Leon buries the story at the end of ID as a thank you to President Graham. President Graham comes right to the edge of declaring war against a nation that didn't deserve it, but then he pivots at the very last second possible entirely based on Leon's word.

So, at this point, Leon has every reason to believe that he can effect change from within while also protecting people who have been good to him (in this case, the Grahams). And, as far as we know, there were no further incidents under President Graham's administration.

Then Adam Benford takes office, and now Leon has reached almost legendary status within the US government. He's able to -- seemingly right away -- get Benford to agree to open lines of communication with the BSAA (completely reversing course on the US's foreign policy up to that point), and the two of them work together to form the DSO. Remember -- the DSO was, at least in part, Leon's fucking idea.

Going into RE6, Leon has an enormous amount of political capital and uses it to the best of his ability. At this point in the series, if Leon wanted to start a civil war in the US, he'd have enough agencies and big enough chunks of the military behind him in order to do it. This is why Helena sought him out in the first place.

But then Derek Simmons turns out to be The Deep State (lmao), Leon is forced to kill Benford, and then we don't really know the state of the US government since then. It seems to not be going great, but we don't know why, and we won't know why until RE9 comes out.

If I had to guess, I'm willing to bet that Leon lost a lot of his esteem thanks to the events of RE6. Despite his legendary reputation, he still allowed Raccoon City 2.0 to happen under his watch in the form of Tall Oaks; Simmons was right under his nose the whole time, and Leon never sniffed him out -- so, not only did a fucking US President end up dead as a result, but the US was also then forced to put boots on the ground in China. It was a shitshow.

So, Vendetta and Death Island were almost kind of like... Leon attempting (and mostly failing) to claw his way back to where he was in his career pre-RE6.

Like, Leon has been an effective force for good in the US government. Him being a government agent doesn't make him morally gray because, within the confines of the story, he uses that position to enact positive change. And that's probably the biggest reason why he doesn't just leave.

But the conflict within his character comes in because he never wanted to be in this position in the first place and he resents it as a result, and the high-ranking officials around him -- with the exception of Graham and Benford -- don't engage with him in good faith. But he really just wants to cling to the belief that if he keeps doing a good job, they eventually will -- because he also knows that he'll have to take far more drastic measures within the government if he accepts that they won't.

And he knows that he can take those more drastic measures. It's within his power to do so. Because, at one point, he could have conceivably started a civil war.

But, being a Good Guy, he doesn't want that. So the conflict in his character persists.

[pigeonpeach]

I’ll take whats yours and make it mine~

Aka Yelan vs Pantalone

Cw: forced marriage, basically legal kidnapping, then illegal kidnapping, Yelan saves you dw, Wlw, reader is called ‘bride’, mild misogynistic themes,

-also fun fact: chinese wedding dresses are red with red veils and not white because white is the color of death in china.

To your surprise you had been arranged to marry a harbinger? It was quite a jarring experience and upsetting. You would be leaving behind everything to go to Snezhnaya, a completely different culture and completely different environment. You were devastated to say the least. You would never bee seeing your homeland again according to your father who seemed far too okay with this all. Apparently the Regator caught sight of you and decided he needed you for himself. You werent happy. You considered running away but you would be running from the Fatui. You couldn’t help but cry just thinking of the life you lead. Besides.. you were so close to finishing your degree in business. You had wanted to join the Tianquan someday. You had so much potential all to be thrown out because some man thought you were beautiful.

“Dearie, you’d never have to work a day in your life as his wife.” Your mother tried to comfort you but also persuade you to just go along with it.

“You don’t get it. I just got a letter from my friend Keqing who said Lady Ningguang would be interested in offering me a PAID internship! And dad just sold me to some bloodthristy harbinger!” You whined. You were going to miss Liyue, your friends, your dreams. Everything was over.

“Well.. to be fair we don’t really have a choice here… Pantalone is a force to be reckoned with and… we just wouldn’t be able to stand against him. My dear its better you go as his wife than as his prisoner. At least as his wife you would get some respect and agency. Now wipe your tears. We have to start preparing for your… depature.”

Today was the worst. Dawned in red with a thick veil over your face, stuffed into a carriage. Did you really have to travel in your wedding dress? Its such a long journey too.. its incredibly uncomfortable sitting for hours in such a tight garment. Worst off all your parents weren’t allowed to go, you tried not to cry in the carriage. Fatui were all around the outside, soldiers with stones for hearts it seemed as they seemed annoyed when you showed any semblance of struggle. You weren’t looking forward to being married into the Fatui whatsoever.

Then the carriage stopped. You paused. Was it time to camp already? You looked through the see through curtains, its evening. But they usually wouldn’t stop until they came across some inn or city? Your answer came in the form of gunshots ringing out, the carriage shook as the horses became spooked and rode off dragging you in the carriage with no rider it seemed. You held to the walls as you could hear the fight from afar. Who was fighting them? What was happening?

“Help! Someone? Whats going on?!” You cried out. But no one answered. The ride was bumpy, you couldnt really even know what was happening. Was it a ambush? Who would ambush you?

The carriage suddenly stopped vaulting your forward. You groaned as you made contact with the wooden wall infront of you. You could hear the fight continue as it seemed the Fatuus were losing… who could be so powerful? You noticed the carriage door was still unlocked. Now unguarded you could just… poke your head out maybe?

You did so, slightly to look out, you saw the horses were gone actually, the leashes holding them had been severed. You briefly hoped they were fine, then you heard someone approaching. You quickly closed the door hiding. If someone was powerful enough to take on that many fatui agents then you had absolutely no shot against them.

“I know you’re in there, come on out.” You heard a voice say, it sounded confident and sultry. You hesitated as footsteps got closer. Finally the door opened. A lady with short dark blue hair and a unique attire greeted you with a smug smile. “You’re quite the pretty bride, but I assume you don’t want to be here huh?” She said casually. You nodded. She offered you her hand. “I can get you out of here, and I’ll take you somewhere safer. You’ll never have to marry that harbinger.” Her voice sounded confident. She seemed to know what she was talking about. You hesitated before taking her hand. With that she helped you out. She lifted your veil, firmly removing it letting you now clearly look around without it.

“Those… were the millieth… they just let us past like that?” You were a bit surprised as you were led to a hotel room.

“Darling, I’m not just some robin hood stealing from the Fatui, I’m a secret agent.” She said as she helped you change out of your dress. You were blushing as you undressed with your back to her, covering your body. “I heard he was forcing some young lady to marry him and I decided to intervene. I assure you, you will be safe here. I have plenty of strings here to pull. So needless to say, you’re under the Tianquan’s protection now. You can relax.” Her words were so soothing… you felt so flustered. She’s so beautiful too. Who would’ve known you would be saved by someone like her? The lord of Geo must have heard your prayers.

“T-thank you… I-i cannot thank you enough!” You say as she hands you a new uniform. Your eyes widen as you realize its a uniform worn by the assistants of Lady Ningguang. “W-what but this is…”

“Your cover. You’re going to hide out in the Jade Chamber for a bit. You see, Lady Ningguang owes me a favor or two.. and I asked if I could house you temporarily in the Jade Chamber. One of the most secure locations in all of Liyue. No one will ever suspect you’re there. Of course you’ll be out to work but if I remember correctly that’s what you wanted yes?”

“W-wait.. you arranged all this for me? Why?” You asked. You finished putting on your uniform as you turned to her. She smiled.

“Well.. I couldn’t let a pretty face like yours be wasted on that banker. Jewels like yourself deserve better than to be treated like a trophy. I’ve always like taking from him too. And I’ve actually had my eye on you too.” Her voice was so sweet, like candy. You felt like you were being lured into a trance almost, sitting on the bed blushing as she folded up your dress. “I assure you, I’ll be taking good care of you~” she said with a wink.

“WHAT?!” Pantalone’s hands tore the report in half as his underling trembled.

“They did everything possible yet the bandit made it out with the bride.” The underling said nervously.

“I heard you the first time.” He said seething. “What I want to know is how incompetent were those agents that ONE pesky agent could work through their defenses and make off with MY bride!” Pantalone sat back down, his legs crossed as he attempted to regain his composure.

“We’re working to identify the thief but there’s no clues. We could only find the veil.”

“Must I go down there myself to find them? What are you doing standing around here anyways, shoo. Go tell them to keep searching and send out more investigators. I paid good money for that bride so either I’ll have them or I’ll have you sent to Dottore’s Laboratory!” Pantalone hissed. Immediately the underling bowed and left. He groaned as he sat in his chair.

“You’re not going to win this game, you pesky woman.” He hissed

[umlewis]

lewis hamilton during the press conference on media day, miami - may 2, 2024 (transcript under the cut)

Interviewer: "Lewis, can I bring you in on this Adrian Newey news? He's a free agent this time next year. How much would you like to see him join you at Ferrari in 2025?" Lewis: "Very much." [long pause, laughs] Interviewer: "What do you think he would bring to Ferrari?" Lewis: "Well, I mean, Adrian's known for… He's got such a great history, track record, and he's obviously just done an amazing job through his career in engaging with teams and the knowledge that he has. I think he would be an amazing addition. I think they've already got a great team. They're already making huge progress and strides forwards. Their car's quicker this year. But yeah, it would be a privilege to work with him." Interviewer: "And on a personal level, how excited would you be to work with a man of his experience?" Lewis: "Very." [laughs] Interviewer: "Alright. Look, what about this weekend, Lewis? In China last time out it was a weekend of extremes for you. Do you think you're gonna find a little bit more consistency with the car this weekend?" Lewis: "Yes. The team have been working hard. We've got a small upgrade here this weekend, so excited to see developments coming through, and I think hopefully we'll have our car on a bit of a better working window. So no doubt it'll still be a challenge, but really excited to be here in the States. The weather's incredible. It's gonna be a challenge for temperatures and tire deg and all that sort of stuff, but yeah, we welcome it." Interviewer: "Alright." [time jump]

Journalist: "David Croft, Sky Sports F1. Lewis, let's come to you if we may. When you sat down with John Elkann and he said come and join Ferrari and persuaded you to come to Ferrari and said what would your wishlist be-if he did say what would your wishlist be-was Adrian Newey part of that? Did you ever think that there would be that possibility, and sitting here now, what do you think the chances are that you could partner with Adrian Newey in the future?" Lewis: "I mean, this is all private conversation stuff, so if I was to do a list of people that I'd love to work with, he would absolutely be at the top of it." Croft: "What are the chances, do you think?" Lewis: "I mean, I don't know. We'll see." Croft: [laughs] "That's a knowing smile." Interviewer: "Alright, thank you. Let's move on. Craig." Journalist: "Craig Slater, Sky Sports. Just picking up on that, Lewis, I mean, Adrian Newey's pretty much for all your career been in the opponent category for you. Could you sum up maybe how tough an opponent he's been, and even if he doesn't join another team, do you think him leaving Red Bull changes the competitive landscape?" Lewis: "Well, just from my perspective, when I joined McLaren I think it was an evolution of his car. I think I got there just after he left, so that car had evolved from a concept that he had worked on, so I felt privileged that I'd had the chance to touch something that he had worked on. Racing against a team that he's been so heavily a part of over the years has been, yeah, it's been a massive challenge, but I think we just always need to remember that there's a lot of people in the background and there is not one key person that… Or it's not one person. It's a whole team of people who do the job, so you can imagine of all the amazing experience that he brings to the team, the people that he works with will continue to do an amazing job and I don't anticipate Red Bull not continuing to build great cars, moving forwards. But any team would be fortunate to have the opportunity to work with him."

Journalist: "Yair Rodriguez from DAZN Spain. Question to Lewis: Watching your records that are amazing, I would love to know where you find your motivation. Where are you focused to?" Lewis: "Thank you. I think it's the idea that you can always improve. It's the idea that there's always something better, or there's better days up ahead. I genuinely really love working with people and having that human interaction, the collaboration. The emotional rollercoaster you go on with a group of people is quite extraordinary, and when you have the highs, you experience it all together. It's not just an individual sport. So it's those, and then I genuinely love what I do. I've loved it since I was a kid. It still remains a dream. I'm still very conscious of how fortunate I am to be here. There's only twenty of us that have a role here driving in this sport and it is a real privilege for us. And I'm conscious of how hard my family worked for it, so I'm trying to make sure I do them proud, always, and yeah…" [time jump] Journalist: "Tim Hauraney, TSN. Question for Lewis: Lewis, obviously you have your obligations with Mercedes, but off-track are you monitoring a lot what's going on with Ferrari and what they're doing, or are you in constant communication with the team?" Lewis: "I mean, I continue to have a good relationship with John and Fred, so we speak regularly, but no, I'm not actually in touch with the team, and of course I observe from afar, but the full focus is on how can we beat them right now, [laughs] how can we win, so that's where all my energy's going." Interviewer: "Thank you. Another one?" Journalist: "Hello. Margot Laffite from Canal Plus. Question for Lewis, but I would be delighted if other drivers want to answer, if we have enough time. Lewis, we're doing footage on how to deal with celebrity and I was wondering how it impacted your day-to-day life, your day-to-day activities. Recently, Kylian Mbappe said he was losing spontaneity in his life. Is that something you feel? Is that something that impacts you?" Lewis: "Mm… No, I'm pretty spontaneous. It's an interesting journey that you… It's definitely not all you thought it would be, and as a kid when you see people on TV and you're like oh it must be cool, this must happen and this must happen, having money, all these different things, but it's not all great and I think over time you just learn how to handle it. And I think ultimately at some stage you realize that it's not really about you. It's a platform to do good, and so if you just have the right intentions, you can actually have a real positive impact, and I think that's really what it's mostly for."

[thr0wnawayy]

Fimbulwinter

6 months after the Broadcast

In the media control room of the Safety Commission HQ, alarms blared on full blast as teams of agents scrambled to do damage control.

"What's the hell's going on in here!?."

The head of the Safety Commission Technology Sector bellowed as he stomped down the corridor towards the central control panel.

"Somethings wrong, w-we've been locked out our servers." A technician stuttered out.

He shoved his subordinate out of the way, his look slowly shifting to one of realization and horror as he gazed upon the monitor screen.

"shit. Shit, shit SHIT!. Get the president on the line!" He yelled.

"W-we can't his flight from the UN HQ was delayed!. He's still in there." The techie replied, anxiously rubbing his wrists in his panic.

A notification chime was heard from the main display. Slowly everyone in the room began to lift their heads in terror.

A pop up displayed four simple words.

[The Past Never Dies]

"Fuck." Was all the commander could muster as his gaze switched to the massive display screen that lit up the room.

At 12:00 AM, PT, A series of documents and files were thrown onto the web by an unknown source.

Their name, Hornet.

Any tech capable of displaying information to the public was overridden with video feed, audio logs and prerecorded messages found within the files.

The contents of which ranged from camera feed of Sir Nighteye's misconduct towards his secretary to an entire written breakdown of Ubwami's abuse of the 1st year's Apprenticeship Program and it's consequences.

No stone was left unturned. Comm leaks from during the war were found, further fueling the allegations of apologetics and suspected corruption.

With Rei Todoroki's disappearance happening only a couple months prior, the Burnin' agency struggled go maintain it's already shaky standing among the public.

Burnin and the rest of the Flaming Sidekicks attempted to explain their decisions to no avail, with the agency and it's members going on temporary leave for the foreseeable future.

UA had held on by the skin of their teeth, with their servers being closed for repairs since the war ended, they had narrowly avoided meeting the fates of their associates.

These would be come to known as the League Leaks and their debute would reshape the future of humanity as we know it.

But to look forward, one must first understand the past so let us take a look at the current ongoings taking place on the other end of the globe.

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UN Headquarters, Europe.

A gavel smashed against the podium, demanding the attention of a frantic crowd.

For the first time since the 'advent of the exceptional', national leaders from across the world were meeting face to face. At the center of it all, stood the HSPC leader, Hawks.

Although he did not rule the nation, the royal family had not held power in ages, thus the HPSC president was considered an acceptable substitute.

Again the gavel struck the podium at the center of the stands and finally the chatter stopped.

The UN representative dragged a hand down his face.

Originally this meeting was going to be discussing the compensation given to the countries that aided in the cleanup effort after the war, only for a data leak to surface and spread worse then the Niño Diablo that had recently crushed the America's.

He looked up to see the young president staring at him like some kind of child, clearly (and fortunately) he was not aware of the leaks. Though judging by some faces, that would be changing today.

The representative tried not to glare as he spoke into his mic.

"This meeting was originally going to discuss Japan's plans to repay the nation's of Singapore, Australia, The United States, New Korea and China." The man spoke with a controlled tone.

"However some information has come to light that has changed that, as such my superiors believe it would be best for the nation's gathered here to both discuss the newly found info as well as the next steps going forward. Whomever wishes to speak, please do so now."

SLAM!

The noise came from the northwest of the side of the stands, the furious expression of bared teeth and blazing eyes signaled the fury of the Korean President.

Even with the man's quirk giving him resemblance to a Siberian Tiger, it failed to match the fury lacing his tone

His huff came with a deep growl as he spoke.

"When your nation was in shambles, we were made to pick up the slack. Our heroes worked day and night to aid in your rebuilding project, no matter how ludicrous the deadlines and today we find our you repay us by going behind our backs!." The Tiger-man bellowed.

Hawks replied "woah, woah big man easy. Would someone mind informing me what happend exactly."

"Gladly" France's Prime Minister tsked from the eastern side of the stands.

"Around 4 hours ago, a series of documents were uploaded to ze web, showing very compromising footage. As such myself and the nation's of Germany, Otheon, Italy, Ze UK and the rest of ze EU are opting for further investigations into ze HPSC" Her head turned to the UN representative as she finished.

"If I may" The attention drew on the Pro Hero, Typhoon (known to the ignorant as the Big Red Dot)

"As the representative of Singapore, me and my colleagues believe Japan should face punishment for their attitudes and actions. The HPSC has made no statement as of yet and thus far has shown no remorse for their past actions, would it be possible to list some of these actions" Typhoon stated.

The UN representative adjusted his glasses as he read off the paper.

"Of course, thus far the following have been confirmed: Political assassination, domestic terrorism, bribery, unlawful imprisonment, tampering of multiple corpses, larceny in regards to past targets, corruption, falsifying a suicide. These are all crimes the Commission is suspected to be guilty of and substantial evidence has been found backing up those claims." He mechanically stated to the court.

"As such the this meeting has been altered from one discussing resources to now discussing if Japan even has a seat at this table, so to speak. All should note that this will by an arduous process and should more come to light it will be even longer, so please do not expect this to be a one time thing." The representative explained

Words of acknowledgement were spoken in unison.

Hawks paused uncharacteristically, eyes showing that his mind was firing on all cylinders to make a response.

He went with courtesy. "Alright, I can see where your coming from, but the HPSC is dead. The crimes mentioned were done by the last 2 presidents. I intend to make a change."

"Oh, as I'm sure you're aware that some of those crimes were carried out by yourself, does the name 'Jin Bubaigawra' ring a bell?" The VP of the United States bluntly added.

"I was under the Commission's thumb, I was just following-"

"BULLSHIT!". cried out Typhoon, water flowing from his mouth as his quirk activated in fury.

"I WILL NOT SIT IDLY BY, AS YOU SO SHAMELESSLY LIE TO OUR FACES!. Do you take us for fools!?. We've read the logs Hawks and not once were you ever given permission to kill!"

The word 'permission' launched off his tongue like poison. The Singaporean Lion emphasized his rant with a slam to his desk.

That got the pot stirring.

"Oh a murderer in office, what else is new for your nation. Some odd 250 years ago it was the Imperial Emperor and now this, Well I won't stand for it and none of you should either!." The Korean President roared.

Then it was US's turn.

"Furthermore, how do we know you aren't just a figurehead while the Commission schemes in the shadows?. Do you really expect us to believe in you or your methods." The Vice President spoke up.

"The commission has changed under my leadership-"

"You?, the same man who thinks the best way to help 'those that slipped through the cracks' is to kill them?" Huffed India's representative, his arms crossed.

The room quickly went wild with questions and heated remarks.

The Gavel slammed once, then twice more.

"Order, Order!. We must continue with the proceedings, please remember that the next meeting we have will be hosted live to address these matters. You are representative of your nations, act like it!. "

The room was left throughly cowed.

The representative continued, his tone a little softer.

"I understand these are stressful times but we must keep our composure and focus on the matters at hand. Let us continue where we left off, Hawks if you could-"

Much was said, more was planned and as the 3 hour meeting came to a close, every person that left the room knew things would never be the same.

Even in death, Tomura Shigaraki won.

[naoyaslut]

The Hills Chapter 25

pairings: ran haitani x wife(reader)

wordcount: 2k

warnings: n/a

a/n: continuing the hills 2 years down the line and we're still getting caught up in some bonten bullshit.

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Your heart raced as you stared at the two agents, fighting to keep your expression neutral. "Of course," you said smoothly, gesturing to the chairs in front of your desk.

"Please, have a seat."  you said.

As they settled in, you sank back into your own chair, mind whirling. What could Ran possibly have done to warrant ATF involvement? And why was he turning himself in?

"Mrs. Haitani, we have reason to believe your husband may be involved in some illegal weapons trafficking," Agent Vancouver began. "Have you noticed anything unusual lately? Any suspicious packages or late night meetings?"

You shook your head, forcing a puzzled frown.

"No, nothing like that. Ran's been busy with work, but that's normal for him."

Agent Harrod leaned forward, his intense gaze boring into you.

"And what exactly does your husband do for work, Mrs. Haitani?" Agent Harrod's voice held a note of skepticism.

You met his gaze steadily, your heart pounding beneath your calm exterior. "He's in imports and exports. Mostly consumer goods from China and Southeast Asia." The lie rolled smoothly off your tongue, practiced and polished over the years.

"Mhm," Agent Vancouver murmured, jotting something in his notepad. "And you've never noticed anything... out of the ordinary with these shipments?"

"No, never," you replied, allowing a hint of confusion to color your tone. "Is there a specific reason you're asking about this? Has something happened?"

The agents exchanged a glance. "We're not at liberty to discuss the details of our investigation," Vancouver said carefully. "But we have credible information linking your husband to some very dangerous people."

You forced a look of concern onto your face, though inside your stomach churned with anxiety.

"Dangerous people? I don't understand. Ran's just a businessman."

Agent Harrod's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Mrs. Haitani, we have evidence suggesting your husband may be involved with the Bonten syndicate. Are you familiar with that organization?"

Your breath caught in your throat, but you managed to keep your expression neutral.

"I've heard the name on the news, I think. Some kind of criminal organization?" You shook your head. "But I don't see how Ran could possibly be mixed up with anything like that."

Vancouver leaned forward, his voice softening.

"We understand this must be difficult to hear. But we need your cooperation. If you know anything at all that might help our investigation, now is the time to speak up."

The tension in the room was palpable.

A chill ran down your spine, but you kept your composure, arching an eyebrow skeptically.

"I find that hard to believe," you said, injecting just the right amount of indignation into your voice. "Ran is a businessman, not some kind of criminal."

Agent Harrod's eyes narrowed slightly.

"With all due respect, Mrs. Haitani, you might be surprised what your husband is capable of."

You felt a flicker of anger at his insinuation, though you knew it was likely true. Still, you clung to your role as the innocent, oblivious wife.

"I think I know my own husband," you said coolly.

Vancouver held up a placating hand.

"We understand this must be difficult to hear. We're just trying to get to the truth. If you think of anything that might be relevant, please give us a call." He slid a business card across your desk.

You picked it up, examining it briefly before setting it aside.

"Of course," you said, your tone polite but cool. "Is there anything else?"

The agents exchanged a glance. "Not at the moment," Vancouver said, rising to his feet. "Thank you for your time, Mrs. Haitani."

As they turned to leave, you called after them.

"Agents?" They paused, looking back. You fixed them with a steady gaze. "My husband is a good man. I hope you'll keep that in mind during your investigation."

After they left, you sank back in your chair, exhaling slowly.

Your hands trembled slightly as you reached for your phone, desperate to call Ran. But you stopped yourself, knowing it wasn't safe. If they were watching him, they might be monitoring your calls too.

Instead, you busied yourself tidying your desk, mind racing. What had Ran gotten himself into this time? And why hadn't he warned you sooner?

As you sorted through papers, your eyes fell on the box of wedding invitations. A lump formed in your throat. Would there even be a wedding now?

The rest of the day passed in a blur. You went through the motions, seeing patients and handling paperwork, but your thoughts were elsewhere. By the time you locked up the office, your nerves were frayed.

The drive home was tense, your eyes constantly darting to the rearview mirror, half-expecting to see a tail. But no one followed you to the quiet suburban street.

As your driver pulled into the daycare parking lot, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the asphalt. The cheerful chatter of children and parents filtered through your car window, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning inside you. You plastered on a smile as you walked through the colorful hallways, decorated with finger paintings and construction paper crafts.

Kai's face lit up when she saw you, her chubby hands reaching out as she toddled over. "Mama!" she squealed, her dark curls bouncing. You scooped her up, inhaling her sweet baby scent, and for a moment the world felt right again.

"Hey, baby girl," you murmured, kissing her cheek. "Ready to go home?"

The drive home was filled with Kai's animated babbling from the backseat. You nodded and responded at the appropriate moments, but your mind was elsewhere. As you pulled into the driveway, you scanned the quiet street, half-expecting to see unmarked police cars. But everything seemed normal.

Inside, you went through the motions of your evening routine - dinner, bath time, bedtime stories. Kai seemed to sense your distraction, clinging to you more than usual. As you tucked her into her little bed, she looked up at you with Ran's eyes.

"Where Dada?" she asked sleepily.

Your throat tightened. "Daddy had to work late, sweetheart. He'll be home soon." You prayed it wasn't a lie.

As Kai peacefully slept, you found yourself unable to relax in the stillness of the house. Every little noise sent shivers down your spine and made you question who or what could be lurking in the shadows. You poured yourself a glass of wine, but even that couldn't calm your nerves as you anxiously took in the ticking of the clock on the mantle. Just when you thought you were safe, the sound of the doorbell shattered the silence. Panic set in as you debated whether to answer it or hide away from potential danger. Who could possibly be at the door? How did they manage to get past all of the security measures? Your mind raced with conflicting thoughts and fears as you cautiously approached the door.

With trembling fingers, you approached the door, heart pounding in your chest. Through the peephole, you caught a glimpse of a familiar silhouette - tall, lean, with shoulder-length hair. Relief washed over you as you recognized Rin, Ran's younger brother.

You quickly undid the locks and pulled open the door. Rin stood there, impeccably dressed as always in a tailored three-piece suit, his gold-framed glasses glinting in the porch light. The Bonten tattoo on his throat seemed to pulse in the shadows.

"Rin," you breathed, ushering him inside. "What's going on? Is Ran okay?"

Rin's stoic expression betrayed nothing as he stepped into the foyer, his polished shoes clicking against the hardwood. The scent of expensive cologne and something darker - gunpowder, perhaps - wafted around him.

"He's fine," Rin said, his voice low and controlled. "Everything is under control."

You closed the door behind him, double-checking the locks. "Under control? Ran said he was turning himself in. The ATF was at my office today, asking questions. What the hell is going on?"

Rin's amethyst eyes swept the room, taking in every detail. "Is Kai asleep?"

You nodded, frustration building.

"Yes, she's been down for hours. Now will you please tell me what's happening?"

He moved further into the house, settling into an armchair in the living room. You perched on the edge of the sofa, hands clasped tightly in your lap.

"There was a... situation," Rin began carefully. "A shipment went missing. Someone talked. Ran is handling it."

You felt a chill run down your spine at Rin's words.

"Handling it how?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Rin's expression remained impassive, but you caught a flicker of something in his eyes - concern, perhaps?

"It's best you don't know the details," he said. "Plausible deniability."

You swallowed hard, fighting back a wave of nausea.

"And turning himself in? Was that part of... handling it?"

Rin nodded slowly. "A calculated move. It buys us time and throws off suspicion. He'll be out by morning, as he told you."

Your mind reeled, trying to process it all. The quiet life you'd built, the normalcy you'd craved - it was all hanging by a thread. And yet, a part of you had always known this day might come.

You sat in silence for a moment, processing Rin's words. The ticking of the clock on the mantle seemed deafening in the quiet room.

"How bad is it?" you finally asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Rin's eyes met yours, his gaze intense. "Bad enough that we need to be prepared for anything. Ran wanted me to come check on you and Kai, make sure you're safe."

A chill ran down your spine. "Are we in danger?"

"Not immediately," Rin replied, his tone measured. "But it's best to be cautious. I've stationed extra security around the perimeter. They're discreet - you won't see them, but they're there."

You nodded, a lump forming in your throat. "And Ran? When will I see him?"

"Soon," Rin assured you.

Rin's words offered little comfort as the reality of the situation sank in. You stood abruptly, pacing the living room as anxiety coursed through you.

"I can't believe this is happening," you muttered, running a hand through your hair. "We were supposed to be planning our wedding, not... not dealing with missing shipments and federal agents."

Rin watched you silently, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he spoke, his voice low and measured. "Y/N, you've always known who Ran is. Who we are. This life... it comes with risks."

You whirled to face him, anger flashing in your eyes. "I know that," you hissed. "But I thought... I thought things were different now. We have Kai to think about."

A flicker of emotion - regret, perhaps? - crossed Rin's face.

Rin stood, crossing the room to place a hand on your shoulder. His touch was surprisingly gentle.

"Ran is doing this for Kai," he said softly. "For all of you. He wants to secure a future where you can live without looking over your shoulders."

You let out a shaky breath, fighting back tears. "By putting himself in danger? How does that help us?"

"It's complicated," Rin replied, dropping his hand. "But Ran has a plan. He always does."

You nodded, knowing it was true. Ran was always three steps ahead, always maneuvering behind the scenes. It was part of what made him so successful - and so dangerous.

"What do I do now?" you asked, feeling suddenly lost.

Rin's expression softened slightly.

"You do what you've always done. You take care of Kai. You go to work.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. Rin was right - you had to keep up appearances, for Kai's sake if nothing else.

"Alright," you said, squaring your shoulders. "I'll carry on as normal. But I want updates, Rin. No more being kept in the dark."

A ghost of a smile flickered across Rin's face. "You're tougher than Ran gives you credit for," he murmured.

You raised an eyebrow. "He should know better by now."

Rin nodded, his expression turning serious once more. "I'll keep you informed as much as I can. But Y/N... be careful. Watch what you say, who you talk to. Trust no one outside the family right now."

The gravity of his words sank in, and you felt a chill run down your spine.

[gingiesworld]

I Promised

Jane Banner x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

Taglist: @ginnsbaker

18+ MINORS DNI

Present

The room was dark and dusty, barely any light coming through other than the smallest beams through the gap of the metal door. Y/N sat with Jane's head lay on their lap as they waited to be rescued from this undercover mission gone wrong.

"Do you think they're coming?" Jane asked as she looked up them in the darkness.

"Yeah." They reassured her, hoping to keep her hopes up as they had already started to lose their own. "You will be home before you know it." They told her as she held their hand in hers.

"I'm sorry about before." She whispered as they shook their head.

"Just don't worry about it." They smiled softly as she nuzzled into them as her eyes closed. Y/N's eyes remained on the door. Waiting for a chance to get them both free.

Then

Y/N walked through the halls of the building, heading straight to the directors office because they were getting a new partner. They noticed a blonde woman in a suit sat in the seat opposite Director Stevens.

"Agent Y/L/N, this here is Agent Jane Banner. She will be your new partner since Richards had retired." Stevens informed them as they just nodded. "So please get to know each other a little."

"Do you like coffee?" Y/N asked her as she just nodded. They beckoned for her to follow as they headed towards the cafeteria. Ordering two black coffees and handing one to Jane. "So, I am Y/N."

"Jane." She replied as the two headed outside, she observed how they lit up a cigarette. She knew that the relationship between the two would be fun to see unfold.

Present

Y/N had taken their jacket off and folded it up to put underneath Jane's head. It has been five days since they had been caught and trapped in this concrete cell. Nothing but the clothes on their back.

They looked at the door, taking everything in as they soon heard voices from the otherside. They were muffled and low, but they could just about make out what was being said

"We kill them and sell the girl." One said.

"Why not kill both?" The other asked.

"We can get a good deal for the girl. She is trained in more ways than we think." They clenched their fists at their sides as they heard retreating footsteps.

"Y/N?" Jane spoke softly as she sat up. "What's going on?"

"The next time they give us food, we are getting out." They told her.

"What?" Jabe questioned.

"They're talking about selling you." They informed her as they took a seat beside her.

"And you?" She questioned as they only shook their head. "They want to kill you."

"Well I am of no use." They told her. "So we will get out of here."

Then

Y/N had found themselves having unexpected feelings towards the blonde. Already feeling protective over her so they would always make sure she would be as far away from confict as much as they could.

It wasn't until they were in the middle of a shootout, Jane had decided to push forward resulting in her being shot. Luckily it hit the vest but Y/N soon ran out and pulled her into cover.

"I told you to wait." They told her as they checked her over.

"I saw an opening." She told them as they sighed.

"Stay here." They ordered her as she shook her head no. "That's an order Banner." They scolded before she leaned against the wall in defeat as Y/N had moved forward with the team.

Once Jane was on the back of the ambulance, Y/N approached her as they took the target in for questioning.

"How could you be so careless Jane! What if that bullet hit you somewhere not guarded by kevlar." They yelled at her. "You could have died and I." They took a deep breath and shook their head. "Never mind." They started to walk away as Jane followed them.

"What?" She questioned them, urging them to finish what they were saying. "You what?" She pressed on as she gripped their arm, forcing them to turn and face her. They never said a word, only stepped forward and kissed her gently. Afraid she would shatter in their grasp like fine china.

"I love you Jane." They told her. "I tried not to fall for you but I did. I fell and I fell hard." Jane replied by kissing them harder than the last one.

Present

"You know I never stopped loving you." Y/N confessed as Jane looked at them. "I know now is not the time for this but I just need you to know."

"Me too." Jane whispered. "I ended it because I was worried about working with you out in the field and I wouldn't be able to think straight. I always loved you Y/N. I still love you." They smiled at her before looking at the door.

"Once we are out of here, I am taking you on a date." They told her firmly as she smiled at them, leaning forward and capturing their lips in hers.

Then

Things seemed fine between the two, everyone who knew that the two were together would have thought that they had it together but truthfully, the two had never felt more out of sync.

With the constant worry of the other out on the field took most of their attention from the case. That had caused Jane to request a new partner which soon caught Y/N's attention.

"What the hell Jane?!" They questioned as they pulled her inside an empty interrogation room. "You've requested a switch? Why?"

"Because." She tried to find the right words. "I can't be with you and work with you at the same time. I'm constantly worried about you more than the case we are working on!"

"Don't you think I am not thinking the same. Hell you were the one who got shot!" Y/N countered as Jane shook her head.

"I just. I love you Y/N and I can't have my judgement clouded by that and cost one of us our lives." Jane told them sadly. "I'm sorry but this has to end."

"We have been together 6 months and now you want to throw in the towel." They scoffed as Jane kept a firm stance. "So this is it?"

"This is it." She whispered before she walked away without looking back at them. Y/N watched as she disappeared with a heavy heart.

Present

The two soon pulled apart as the door opened. Y/N gave Jane a small nod with a smirk as they turned to face the person who brought their dinner.

"Look here, the two prisoners are lovers." He teased as he placed the tray down. Y/N reached for it before smacking him over the head before hitting his windpipe. Taking his gun and passing it to Jane. The two left the cell as Y/N took his knife as Jane had the pistol ready to shoot.

"Are you ready to go home?" They asked her as she nodded. They could already here shots being fired as they moved through the corridor, looking through the glass in the door to see the FBI, led by Stevens firing. "Let's do this." Y/N soon moved out and started to take down the enemies, one by one until they felt a bullet hit their chest. Looking directly in Stevens's eyes as they fell to their knees.

"Y/L/N!" He yelled as he shot more as Jane ran to them too. He applied pressure to their wound as Jane covered them. "Stay with us." He murmured as he tried to stop the bleeding. "Jane, help." He begged as he looked into her pale face. "It's not stopping." As the shots died down, Stevens yelled for paramedics.

"Don't do this Y/N." Jane pleaded as she looked at their face, their eyes slowly closing. "Stay with me please." Both Jane and Stevens were moved away from them as the paramedics rushed away with them.

"You need to be checked out Jane." He ordered as she just nodded. She was dragged by Director Stevens to his car as he raced to the hospital, explaining everything to the nurse before she was led away. She was malnourished and dehydrated and was hooked up to an IV.

She looked over as Director Stevens entered with a look of relief on his face, Jane had tears in her eyes as he gave her a smile.

"They're going to be ok." He told her as she took a deep breath. "They're still asleep but they are going to be ok." She sighed a breath of relief as she thought she was going to lose them.

"Can I see them?" She asked him as he nodded, heading out for a wheelchair to take her. He wheeled up to the side of their bed as she took their hand in hers and resting it against her cheek. "God I love you so much Y/N." She whispered as she kissed their palm. Director Stevens remained leaning against the wall as he watched the two with a smile which soon faded as the monitor started to beat frantically before it flatlined. "Y/N?!"

Director Stevens pulled her away as the doctors and nurses came running in to start CPR as Jane cried out for them. It felt like forever when they finally had a steady rhythm. The two sighed in relief as the doctors checked everything.

As the weeks went by, Jane never left their side, waiting patiently for them to wake which they never did. Jane had never felt so alone before now. Even though the one who owns her heart is with her, breathing and heart beating, she was still alone.

"I am starting to think that you might never wake up." She whispered as she looked at their face. "I miss you Y/N. I miss hearing your voice. Seeing you smile." She took in a shaky breath as she closed her eyes.

"I promised." Y/N spoke hoarsely. "I promised you a date." She sighed in relief as she saw their open eyes, not wasting a moment to kiss them as her tears fell. "I love you Jane."

"I love you Y/N." She replied before she kissed them once more.

[oknowkiss]

my lucky number - 42, drarry. please and thank you!

you got it! please enjoy! ~600 words, rated T for language. les champs-elysées - joe dassin

Harry decides to have breakfast in Paris. He’s twenty-one, it’s nine in the morning on the sixth of June, and the cleansing power of his hangover has allowed him to realise he can go anywhere he wants, with anyone, to do anything, for the rest of his life. 

His Portkey lands in an alley a short distance from the Eiffel Tower, because after the agent had asked him where he’d like to go, and after he’d replied, “Erm… France?” she had said, “The first timer package, then. Return trip is half eight. Here’s your list of attractions and instructions for a basic translation charm.” 

No matter. He has breakfast at a street-side cafe, espresso and carbs and sunlight quieting the pounding inside his head. 

He visits several of the attractions on the Portkey agent’s list: the Notre Dame, the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre. All of them are far too crowded, and by midday he’s resolved not to follow the list. After all, isn’t that the point of this excursion? To do what he wants? 

Harry has a glass too many of vin rouge at lunch and his confidence inflates in direct opposition to his experience with France, his ability to manage having time to himself, his general awareness of his surroundings and how to navigate them.

Which is to say: it’s now seven, ninety minutes before his Portkey takes him back home, and all he’s done is become increasingly lost. Harry chews on a bite of pasta and wonders if it counts as being lost, if you never had a destination to begin with? Perhaps he’s been lost — or not lost — since leaving the Forbidden Forest four years ago. Every day a step further into the void, away from his intended purpose. 

A loud, sudden coughing rouses Harry from his thoughts. Harry’s head snaps to the left, his hands already in fists, ready for action. 

“What the bloody fucking hell are you doing here?” Draco Malfoy splutters, staring at Harry with watery eyes. Around them, several diners look away. A lover’s quarrel, they presume. In Paris? How droll. 

“Malfoy?” Harry asks stupidly. It’s obviously Malfoy. No one else looks like him, which is actually quite annoying seeing as it means Harry can’t chalk it up to misconception when Malfoy sneaks into his wank fantasies. 

And no, he doesn’t want to talk about that.

“The one and only, thanks to you,” Malfoy replies meanly. A steak sits half-eaten on his plate, red juice pooling on the china. It doesn’t not remind Harry of the second floor girls bathroom.

“If you’re looking for sympathy, you’ve got the wrong orphan,” Harry says. Then, because he’s already bored with this argument, “You live in Paris, do you?” 

“What’s it to you?” Malfoy asks. He crosses his arms over his chest. 

“Nothing, I suppose.” Harry shrugs. “Forget it.” He turns back to his food.

“It’s my birthday,” Malfoy says, calling Harry’s attention again. “Well, yesterday. This is my gift to myself.”

“Eating dinner alone?” Harry asks, amused. 

“Go ahead and laugh—” Malfoy starts, but Harry cuts him off.

“I’m not laughing at you,” Harry says. “I—” He bites his lip. “I do the same thing.” 

“Other people are exhausting,” Malfoy insists, his face red. 

“Hell is other people,” Harry says. Then he's blushing, too. “I read that on a bag once.” 

“And did it hurt, reading all those words in one go?” Malfoy says. A smile plays at the corner of his mouth. 

Harry checks his watch. Half-seven. He looks down at his pasta. Mostly eaten.

“I’ve an hour before my Portkey,” Harry says, and he’s barreling forward blindly now, no idea where this will land. “Shall we order dessert?

(give me a number 1 - 100 & i'll write you a drabble based on the corresponding song on my spotify wrapped)

[burningexeter]

[WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN]

Before its cancellation, plans for a fourth and potentially final season of Martin Mystery was in the works from Marathon Media and years later, they were eventually leaked out and later confirmed to be true from the creators:

• Season 4 in a change of pace, would've been serialized by having stories that would span multiple episodes and make mini-arcs with them comparing it to the fifth and final season of Totally Spies!, another show of theirs.

• In one of the mini-arcs, we would have saw the return of the Gatekeeper who was last seen in the Season 2 finale which ended on a cliffhanger with him infiltrating the Center with the storyline picking that up with Martin and Billy uncovering it in a conspiracy within the Center itself.

• Others that would've happened were Jenni and returning characters Michelle Dubois, Darla and Kaitlin becoming new agents for the Center, an episode set in Chinatown that would've been an homage to John Carpenter's Big Trouble In Little China, creatures such as the Jersey Devil, mermaids that steal souls and the Ninki Nanka were to be included but in their own different ways, it was going to be revealed that the Center was founded by the first President Of The United States themselves, George Washington himself.

• A new character that would've been introduced and be added to the main cast is Troy — a british gymnast who died of a broken neck back in the 80s but is accidentally brought back to life by Diana and is now a corpse without half of his body and a snapped neck that is has to use duc tape to keep said head up. No, seriously.

• Now one major storyline that would've changed the show and recontextualize it is that while Martin figures it all out by himself, Diana discovers that M.O.M. is in fact her mother and his step-mother. The latter is already on thin ice and working her way to the top with the help of Martin after the Octavia Paine incident but at the end of one of the mini-arcs, Diana discovers this to her shock, disbelief and horror, only be immediately "caught" and kidnapped by M.O.M. who appears right behind her out of the shadows in her room. M.O.M. reveals that she wiped her family's memories of her and has kept them in stasis in order to keep their relationship from interfering with her role as head of the Center, leading to more of M.O.M.'s character being fleshed out which shows her as a strict and morally grey but loving and caring woman who will equally do anything to keep the Center afloat and anything to keep her family safe to which she's called out on by Diana for all of the things that she's been through and all of the things that's happened to her, leading M.O.M. to question herself. To show what kind of drama we're dealing with and were to be dealing with, an episode would've ended with just M.O.M. and Diana driving in a car with the former driving and the latter sitting next to her, Diana apologizes for everything that has just happened and M.O.M. says she know she is and that she's her daughter and nothing will ever change that, she'll always love and care for her no matter what and nothing will ever change that as well but from this point forward to she don't know when, her trust is something Diana is going to have to earn back. Diana hangs her head down in shame as M.O.M. drives off emotionless.

Oh, and M.O.M.'s real name is revealed to be Olivia Lombard.

[kittenfrostt]

Hi! can you do sfw alphabet for omen? please and thanks!

warnings ;; none!

divider by @/benkeibear

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s very reserved at first when it comes to affection. He’s not used to it, so don’t be surprised when you show him affection and he’s a lil lost. It takes him a while to warm up but once he does, he’s definitely a big fan of cuddling. Even holding hands means a lot to him, so it’ll have to be a warm up to anything else. Once he;s comfortable, he loves hugs. He adores you warmth, but it’ll mostly be behind closed doors. He’s not the biggest fan of PDA. 

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B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’d probably be a great best friend. He’s quiet, but will do his best to give you advice when you need it. He might not talk much, but he will make sure you know that he’s there for you. Especially if you’re in trouble, he won’t hesitate to be by your side. It would probably start with you approaching him first. He’s pretty much friends with most the other agents, but when you start coming to him more often, he’ll open up to you  a lot more. He’s definitely the type to have a comfort person. 

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C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Once he’s comfortable, absolutely. He enjoys late night cuddles, and he likes being the big spoon. He likes that position because he feels like he can protect you if you’re safe in his arms. Even if you want to sit on his lap, he’ll wrap his arms around you and just hold you close. 

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D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He can definitely be a house husband, he enjoys doing chores and cleaning. Anything to keep his mind occupied from things going on in his head. Hell, this man likes knitting as a hobby. He’s definitely learned to cook in his free time– I see cook books stacked on his shelves. 

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E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If he had to, or if circumstances resulted in such a thing, he’d be as gentle and straight forward as possible. He'd let you know that even if you two are broken up, he will still always be there. It isn’t easy to get this man to feel love, so once he did with you, it would drain him to have to let you go, even if it’s what's best. 

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F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

It would take some convincing, and he’d have to know you’re the right person for him. He has a lot of baggage with him, and he’s not the easiest person to understand. If he believes he truly loves you, and he’s opened up to you, he wouldn’t mind the commitment, especially if it was something that made you feel more comfortable. It definitely wouldn’t be quick by any means, it would take time. 

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G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s both physically and emotionally gentle. He knows what its like to be handled and picked apart painfully, and he’d never want that for you. He’d treat you like a delicate fine china in his grasp. 

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H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves hugs, he thinks they’re adorable. Behind closed doors he ends up doing it more often than he wants to. He’s just obsessed with you, and always wants to show his affection since he’s not the best practiced at it. His hugs are long and gentle, he can keep his arms around you forever.  

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I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Has no idea what the word ‘love’ even consists of, so it won’t be fast by any means. You’d have to open him up to it, teach him what it means to love and be loved. He knows its a word that holds a lot of meaning, so he’ll definitely have to warm up to it. \

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J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s not exactly the jealous type. He doesn’t understand the feeling too well, but the more he falls for you, the more he becomes protective over you so it becomes more of a protective thing. If he does ever get ‘jealous’, he’ll keep it to himself. He’d never admit to it, and he’d just keep quiet until the feeling goes away, while also keeping a watchful eye on you. 

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K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

When you first kiss him, he’s caught off guard. His armor was only there to help keep his physical body in normal shape. You never see his face, so he won;t ever be able to fully kiss you back. He’ll nuzzle the side of your face or your neck, showing his affection in other ways. 

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L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s probably terrified of them at first, but maybe not as terrified as they are of him. He’d need to get used to being around kids, but that doesn’t mean he won’t be cautious and gentle. They’re just so small, so harmless. He’ll feel the need to protect them. 

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M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s not a huge lazy morning type of person, considering I don’t think he sleeps too well. He’ll probably just end up making you breakfast, letting you get the rest you deserve. 

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N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Full of long talks and affectionate cuddles, easily. At night is his favorite time to spend with you, when you two can truly be alone together without interruption. It’s where he feels most comfortable. 

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O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Not an open person in the slightest. Like said earlier, it takes a lot for him to open up. It’ll come out small bits at a time, if he chooses to share. He doesn’t know much about his past himself, still searching for any sort of clues to help him understand. The things he does know, he will share with you when he feels comfortable. Maybe he even believes you can help him discover things he hadn’t been able to yet. 

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P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Very high level patience, he doesn’t get angry or lash out easily at all. 

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Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He would make it a point to memorize each little thing you tell him in detail. He feels upset he can’t remember a lot of the things he used to like or do from his past, so he wants to do right by you. He’s a great listener, and he wouldn’t judge you no matter what you tell him. He adores everything about you, so it's no surprise he remembers. 

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R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When he finally opens up to you, and you guys share a moment that makes a mark in your relationship. He’ll never forget how comfortable you made him, how loved you made him feel. It meant the world to him that you were willing to listen and understand. 

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S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very protective. He’s already protective of his fellow agents, and it’s only doubled when it comes to you. He would scare away any threats that dare try and intimidate you. He has no problem killing for you if he has to. He doesn’t need the physical protection from you, but he does like the comfort to know that you’re just as committed as he is. That you’ll help protect his mind from all the dark things that threaten to invade it.

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T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

You’d need to detail him on what these things mean. But once he learns, he’s dedicated to making you smile. He likes crafting, so expect small gifts showing up in your room randomly with a little note. He wants to make it special each time for you, show you he cares since he’s not great at affection. 

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U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He gets distant often, he’ll space himself away from you or anyone else for a small period of time. He’s not good at telling people when he;s struggling, so he opts to push them away and deal with it by himself. 

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V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Very insecure about himself. He thinks of himself as a monster, and he’s physically unappealing to everyone. He doesn’t talk about his looks much, and frankly tries to avoid it if he can. He always thinks he’s going to scare you, especially if he takes his hood off. 

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W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Depending on how serious you guys get, it would kill him to lose you. It takes a very special person to have a place in his heart, and without you he’d feel like he’d be swallowed back in the same darkness he was in. 

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X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

His slender fingers worked with the needle and thread, knitting the cloth teddy bear with precise movements. He smiled to himself, thinking just how happy you’d get when he gave this to you. He’d been working on it for hours, tucked away in his own little space to focus on every little detail of the plushie. He made it out of your favorite color, one of those pieces of information he made sure to cling onto. It was the little things he liked to remember. After about another 30 minutes or so, he held the small bear up to view it, eyeing it with adoration. It was then he heard a knock at the door, and he scrambled out of his seat. He tucked the teddy behind his back, making his way over to the door. He opened it, happy to see your pretty face right behind the wood. “Hey– everything alright? I haven't seen you much today,” Your voice came out concerned, a small smile on your features as you looked up to him. He nodded, opening the door further for you to come in. “I was … I actually made something for you,” He deep voice rang out, gentle and full of excitement. You turned to face him with a curious look, tilting your head to the side. “What is it?” You asked, that smile plaguing your features. He revealed what he had been hiding behind his back,  handing out the bear towards you. “I figured you'd like it,” His voice came out, slightly softer this time, as if he were scared you’d hate it. You gasped, and clutched the bear. “Omen!! It’s so adorable, you didn’t have to do this,” You said with a soft giggle, looking up at your partner with a bright smile. “I love it, thank you,” You said kindly, pulling him into a gentle hug. He felt butterflies in his stomach as you did, and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms back around you in a warm embrace. Oh how he adored moments like these. 

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Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn’t like PDA, or super crowded places. He also doesn’t like to be forced to open up, or people who move too fast for his liking when it comes to a relationship. He also doesn’t like putting out any of his relationship business into the public. 

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Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Him hardly sleeping is his main sleep habit. He tends to forget to rest, thinking he doesn’t need it. 

[reality-detective]

💥💰 Revealed: The Secret Empire of the Rothschilds, Rockefellers, and Morgans 💰💥

Prepare to uncover the shocking truth about the world's most influential families and their iron grip on the global economy. The Federal Reserve Cartel, comprised of the Rothschilds, Rockefellers, and Morgans, holds unparalleled power that extends far beyond the realm of oil.

Picture this: The Four Horsemen of Banking, including Bank of America, JP Morgan Chase, Citigroup, and Wells Fargo, join forces with the Four Horsemen of Oil, such as Exxon Mobil, Royal Dutch/Shell, BP, and Chevron Texaco. But their domination doesn't stop there. They have extended their reach to encompass the music industry through an intricate network of private banks. These behemoths, along with Deutsche Bank, BNP, Barclays, and other European old money giants, control the strings of the music industry, enabling them to dictate its direction and influence.

The nefarious deeds of the Rockefeller dynasty are far-reaching, starting with their military-commercialization of music in the early 1900s. They orchestrated a diabolical plan to shift the world's standard tuning of music to 440 pitch. This insidious frequency was known to provoke greater aggression, psychosocial agitation, emotional distress, and even physical illnesses. Behind the scenes, this manipulation led to financial gains for those complicit in the monopoly, including agents, agencies, and companies connected to the North American Rockefeller crime cartel and elite organizations.

Fast forward to the late 1980s, when the Rockefellers summoned the top music executives and talent to a highly secretive meeting in Los Angeles. Their sinister agenda? To usher in the era of Controlled Rap Music, tightly linked to the privatization of U.S. prisons. These privately owned prisons, operated by the Rockefellers, Rothschilds, Bush family, and other influential figures, served as money laundering operations, tax exemption schemes, and pyramid scheme operations.

The Rockefellers devised a cunning plan to control the rap industry and target black communities by promoting violent music that fueled oppression and civil unrest. They brought together top executives and leading black artists, binding them with confidentiality agreements. Their objective was clear: coordinate the violence within the rap music movement, while major record labels gained exclusive rights for production and distribution across the United States. As a reward, they would receive shares and points within the private prison systems.

The Masonic plan unfolded with precision, resulting in over 1,500 private prison systems housing more than 1 million black teenagers by 1990. These vulnerable youths, expressing the generational trauma imposed upon them, unknowingly contributed to the Rockefellers' malevolent scheme. The private prison systems reaped billions annually from the government, creating a vast money laundering network through inflated products, such as ramen noodles priced 8 times higher than their actual value. The flow of hundreds of billions from government funding, pyramid schemes, and insurance companies transformed the privatization of prisons into a multi-trillion-dollar venture.

Local courts and judges mercilessly sentenced petty criminals and first-time offenders, filling the ever-expanding private prisons. As a result, the United States now holds the dubious record for the highest number of incarcerated individuals in the world, with an unprecedented number of prisons. This was not an accident—it was a meticulously orchestrated plan by the Rockefellers.

But their influence doesn't end there. These silent thieves also manipulate elections, ensuring their grip on power remains unbroken.

Unmasking the true face of those who control the world, the Rothschilds and Rockefellers find themselves in the crosshairs of military alliance operations aimed at dismantling the Rothschilds' deep state power in Europe, the UK, Russia, and China.

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