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Five Times Loid and Yor Almost Kiss, and One Time They Actually Do

Fandom: SPY x FAMILY Pairings / Characters: Loid x Yor / Loid, Yor, Yuri, Frankie, Anya, Henry Henderson Summary: Or, the Forgers try their best to maintain the farce.

Word Count: 4,321 Read on ao3.

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Despite his recent demotion from housemaster to simple homeroom teacher, Henry Henderson was wholly dedicated to the success of Eden Academy. As such, he made an effort to continue his customary patrols around campus grounds to ensure that everything was in proper and elegant condition.

Henderson paused during his rounds as he spotted a familiar couple standing outside of the main building, alongside housemaster Murdoch Swan.

The Forgers, he quickly realized.

Henderson moved swiftly, finding a hiding place within earshot around the corner of the building. It was not a particularly regal action, he knew, but the teacher was curious as to how the Forgers would handle Swan this time.

“What brings you here?” he heard Swan sneer.

“We’re dropping off documents for our daughter’s enrollment,” came Mr Forger’s calm response.

“Oh, your daughter. The one who cried at the littlest thing—truly, a disgrace to Eden Academy.”

Henderson glanced around the corner at those words. He saw the way Ms Forger’s hands clenched and unclenched into fists, yet she remained silent. It had become increasingly obvious to Henderson that Swan was simply trying to rile up the couple as he prattled off more rude remarks—most likely in an attempt to cause a big enough scene to justify rescinding their daughter’s acceptance into the academy.

How inelegant.

The Forgers, however, seemed to be taking his comments in stride. They evidently had enough elegance to pick up on Swan’s scheming.

“And Ms Forger, it must be so difficult knowing that your daughter will always prefer her first mother over you,” Swan continued, his voice dripping in contempt. “The way she still cries over her.”

Henderson felt the sudden urge to punch Swan in the face once more.

“Master Swan,” Mr Forger cut in, steely, “we really must be on our way.”

Swan ignored his interjection, choosing to direct his attention to his wife instead. “Does your husband prefer her as well? He won’t even hold your hand—won’t even kiss you, will he?”

Swan laughed, a harsh sound.

“It’s really none of your business,” Ms Forger gritted out.

He laughed again. “Why won’t he just kiss you then? Then I won’t make it any more of my business.”

At that, Mr Forger took a step closer to his wife. His arm moved and he cupped her cheek with his right hand, then tilted her chin up towards him. He leaned in, close.

Henderson couldn’t stop the scandalized gasp that escaped his lips. Such a public display of affection, on school grounds? How inelegant!

Surely he couldn’t be wrong about the Forgers. They had proved themselves wonderfully on the day of their application interview, after all. He was willing to watch this through to the end, to give them the benefit of the doubt yet again. Surely they wouldn’t disappoint.

When Mr Forger pulled back, he raised his hand to display something. A handkerchief, Henderson quickly deduced. On it, a streak of ruby red marked the pure white of the fabric.

“Sorry, Yor, I had noticed that your lipstick smudged,” he apologized, tone soft. He elegantly pocketed the handkerchief, then turned to face Swan once again.

Though he couldn’t see his face clearly, Henderson was almost certain Mr Forger was shooting daggers at Swan with his eyes. His voice was cold as he stated, “I have no obligation to make my wife uncomfortable to appease you.”

Swan sputtered indignantly in response.

“Now, we really must be going.” Mr Forger ended the conversation there, grabbing his wife’s hand as they swiftly walked away.

Henderson couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips as he watched the couple depart.

Truly, the Forgers were the embodiment of elegance.

0010

If there was one thing that Yuri was certain about his sister, it was that she deserved the world. And so much more, to be completely honest.

She had, after all, done everything for him when they were children. She had worked hard to maintain normality in their fragmented family after everything had fallen apart. She picked up the pieces when they had nothing more than each other and their broken smiles. She was, frankly, everything he had, the only person who could still allow him to feel something as simplistic as childish joy—something he had since long thrown away for her.

Loid Forger, Yuri pointedly decided, was not the world. Sure, the man seemed to be smart, well-articulated, and well put together. Sure, he was also a talented cook, and he probably made a good amount of money too based off of their living space, and perhaps he was devilishly handsome as well (in a completely objective way; Yuri was objective like that)—but he was not good enough for Yor.

Yuri couldn’t help glaring at his sister’s husband as he sat in the living room of their shared home, nursing a bottle of wine. He was here to evaluate the man’s worthiness; likely a fruitless endeavor, because he settled on his conclusion within seconds.

His sister was incredibly kind and despite her monstrous strength, a delicate woman! She deserved someone who would look after and protect her, someone who had her best interests in mind, someone who would move heaven and earth for her. Loid struck him more as the type who would move just one or the other, not both. In his completely objective opinion.

Drunkenly, he demanded to see some intimacy between the couple, to prove that it was real. To prove that she was really, truly happy. It made perfect sense in his inebriated stupor.

Yuri quietly observed as the two sat near each other, whispering soft words to one another. They leaned in, their faces moving in for a kiss. Their lips were close, almost touching. He was filled with dread as he watched his sister—his family—being taken away from him in front of his very eyes.

He wasn’t ready, he realized. He was still just a little boy in a broken home clinging so dearly to his older sister

But the fact that she had been so clearly smitten with her husband, hurtling her own brother across their living room as he darted forward to pull them apart, just so she could kiss Loid, had his own world turning upside down. It became apparent that he hadn’t properly considered the extent of Yor’s feelings.

Maybe he wasn’t ready yet, but she was.

Nobody would be good enough for his sister, he knew.

He tainted his hands in blood for her, after all; gave up a life of innocence for her to live one of normalcy and happiness following their crooked childhood.

Maybe if Loid could give her even a semblance of the happy family that they were, that she so deserved, he would allow it.

Until then, he would continue to dye himself in red to protect her everyday life.

0011

“And that was all I was able to figure out, given the timing,” Frankie stated. Twilight was quiet, a contemplative look on his face. As they stood together in silence, outside a cafe in the city’s core downtown, the everyday bustle of the lunchtime rush continued around them. Sometimes it was easiest to hide in the open, when you could see everyone yet no one at the same time.

“Man, I thought you’d be more concerned, to be honest,” Frankie eventually remarked.

“Give me a moment. I’m just thinking. They’ve been stretching me thin with all this work lately, but I couldn’t turn down this project either,” Twilight answered. “Have you considered looking into—”

“—Loid?” a familiar voice interrupted. The two men stopped and turned towards the sound of the voice.

Frankie saw the way his friend’s entire posture flipped in a second and how his mouth quirked upwards into a fake smile at the sight of his fake wife. As expected of a high-class agent like Twilight.

“Hello, Yor,” Twilight greeted. “I wasn’t expecting to see you around here.”

“I was just passing by; my boss sent me on an errand,” she explained, an amicable (genuine, Frankie noted) smile on her face. She turned to Frankie next, the smile still on her lips. “Thank you for always lending us a hand with Anya.”

He cracked a grin. “No worries. Loid’s one of my best friends; I’m more than happy to lend him a helping hand. And Anya’s a lovely little girl too, so it’s always a pleasure.”

Twilight wasn’t the only one who could pull off a fake persona at the drop of a hat, he mused to himself.

“I’m happy to hear that,” Yor beamed. “Anyway, it was good seeing you again, but I should probably get going now.”

Twilight tipped his hat at her and Frankie noticed him say something, but he didn't hear what. Then he saw her lean in close, so close it almost looked like a kiss—until she turned her face away at the last second and instead, whispered something in her fake husband’s ear. Her own ears were flushed red as she pulled away and bid them both a quick goodbye before hurrying off.

Once she was out of earshot, Frankie turned to look at Twilight, an eyebrow raised questioningly as he asked, “What was all that about?”

“She told me that she likes cheese,” he deadpanned, evidently unfazed by her impromptu declaration.

“How romantic,” he snorted. “That was a terrible attempt at a goodbye kiss.”

“I suspect she’s become more conscious about how we’re perceived as a married couple due to some recent events, but actions like these aren’t necessary. Not that we need to prove anything to you, anyway.” He frowned. “Besides, I’m not trying to bring feelings into this—”

“You never do,” Frankie interjected.

“—But she might.”

He blinked. “And why would you care if she does?”

The spy took a second longer to reply than usual, but it was still a noticeable enough second for Frankie—”I don’t.”

“Oh, that’s a cold way to treat your wife,” he said wryly, then straightened up. “Well, that’s how it should be anyway—but just a heads up, acting like shy schoolkids as a supposedly married couple doesn’t do much for you guys.”

“I’m well aware, but she’s not trained for this.” Twilight let out a sigh; Frankie knew that partnering up with outsiders had been a pain point for the agent since the very start of the mission.

“Then is it really so bad if she feels something a little real for you? Isn’t that good for the story?” he inquired. “That’s how it’s always been for your other… ‘relationships.’”

“… No, you’re right; it’s all one-sided. It normally wouldn’t be a problem.” He raised a hand to his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face. “It’d certainly be more convincing, at the very least.”

Normally, Frankie wanted to repeat, but didn't.

He let out a sigh, reaching out to place a hand on Twilight’s shoulder. The agent moved, shrugging him off almost immediately. Frankie continued, “Well, you can’t say I didn’t say anything.”

“I know what I’m doing and how to approach this,” Twilight said, voice steely, “and I’ll see this through to the very end.”

“I’m not doubting your capabilities, y’know,” Frankie replied, and left it at that.

Yet there was a part of him that still wondered.

0100

Yor entered the apartment at four in the morning as quietly as she could. She was thankful for the fact that she and Loid had separate bedrooms; it made slipping in and out of their home during the night so much easier for her job.

She tiptoed through the living room but abruptly stopped once she noticed Loid, fast asleep on their couch. She frowned.

Long hours again with his patients, she realized, belatedly remembering that he had yet to return home by the time she left for her own work—belatedly remembering how she had tucked Anya into bed earlier that evening and assured her that Loid would be back soon.

Again, it made things so much easier for her like this.

Still, she couldn’t help but admire how hard he worked for his clients—for Anya. It reminded her a bit of herself when she was younger, working herself to literal bone and blood for Yuri.

Her feet moved on their own, leading her further into the living room until she was squatted next to her sleeping partner. She watched the soft rise and fall of his chest, listened to his quiet breaths. He must have been exhausted if he couldn’t even make it to his bedroom. Their couch wasn’t nearly long enough for him to be comfortable; his feet were propped up awkwardly at the other end, and that atrocious sleeping posture would probably lead to a sore neck in the morning.

In the silence of the night, Yor found herself studying his features. It wasn’t often she had this opportunity; after all, their entire marriage wasn’t real. There was no reason to ever get so personal like this, not unless they were keeping up appearances in public.

There were bags under his eyes and his hair was unkempt, she noted, nothing like how it usually was during the day. He was fatigued, no doubt about it. Despite everything, Yor found herself smiling.

He was a good father to Anya. He worked tirelessly for his daughter, she could tell.

Yor wanted to do her best for Anya, too. She knew how hard it could be to lose a mother—to have a family of just one other. Even if it was for only a while, she wanted to give Anya a happy family. She wanted Anya to live the happy, normal life she never really had; the happy, normal life she worked so hard to give to Yuri.

A happy family with a happily in love mother and father.

She shifted slightly, her head tilting forward.

Loid stirred in his sleep then and she felt her breath catch in her throat.

Suddenly, she was acutely aware of how close she had gotten to him. She felt her face warm as she swiftly pulled away, almost stumbling on her feet.

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

She was tired too—tired because it was four in the morning, tired because she just expended all of her energy on her latest assignment. She evidently wasn’t thinking clearly, and she definitely hadn’t just been leaning in to leave a kiss on his lips, not while he was asleep. And if she had been, it was only because she was tired from work!

Yor straightened her back.

Right. Her mission was done. She needed to go clean up now, needed to scrub off the dried blood from her hands before the sun rose. She hurried to her bedroom, quickly discarded her bloodied clothes and washed up before crawling into bed.

She tried not to dwell too much on what had almost just happened, tried not to think about what it would have felt like.

It wasn’t long until her exhaustion took over and she drifted to sleep, dreaming of a simple happy family.

0101

“Thanks for coming again, Loid,” said Yor as the couple walked into her latest corporate party.

“Of course,” was his simple reply.

“Honestly, it’s not like Yuri is watching over us this time, so I don’t think you needed to come for this one,” she murmured, voice low.

“If I hadn’t come, people would talk,” he answered in a similarly low tone. “They’d ask questions.”

Yor pursed her lips in contemplation. “Well, it’s probably fine for you to miss out on one or two of these parties. You’ve been pulling long hours at work, after all.”

“These aren’t frequent enough that it’d be something to worry about,” he dismissed with a wave of his hand, briefly recalling the first work party they had attended together as part of their original arrangement. “It’s better to just avoid any questions outright if we can. It was my slip up in the first place, after all.”

She let out a light laugh. “I guess you’re right. You’ve really thought this through, Loid.”

He blinked. “Of course I have. Besides, it’s only fair I keep up my end of our agreement. You spend more time with Anya than I do at these kinds of events.”

He didn’t want a repeat of what had occurred with Yuri. No more questions, just a perfect couple. A perfect family.

“I like spending time with Anya,” she hummed.

His lips quirked upwards into a small smile. “Well, I’m glad to hear that.”

“Anyway, let’s try to enjoy ourselves!” Yor beamed. The couple made their way around the party, exchanging greetings with each of Yor’s coworkers. Simple small talk was shared, and Twilight spoke vaguely of work as a psychiatrist. When Camilla arrived, she threw around a few pointed remarks before trotting off with her boyfriend in a huff. Time passed quickly despite all of the mundane conversations; he was accustomed to attending meaningless parties for the sake of his missions.

With the party now in full swing, Twilight made note of how the dance floor was filling up. Upon inspection, it appeared to be occupied primarily by couples in romantic relationships—so the next move was clear.

“Yor, would you like to dance?” he asked, holding up his hand to her.

A light blush dusted her cheeks at the suggestion. Still, she grasped his hand in hers. “I’m not much of a dancer, though.”

Twilight politely excused themselves from the small group of partygoers they had been speaking to. He offered Yor a reassuring smile as he led her onto the dance floor, saying, “Just follow my lead.”

She nodded and gave him an unsure smile of her own in return.

She was surprisingly good on her feet, however, able to match each of his steps. He, of course, had perfected multiple types of ballroom dancing over the years—from the waltz to the foxtrot to the quickstep. A good leader was key to ballroom dancing, but it was still imperative that the partner could skillfully follow.

Yor did as much, following every move with precision throughout the entire song.

On the final beat, Twilight leaned in close, his cheek pressed next to hers. He could feel her breath on his neck, warm.

This was when he would normally sweep his date off their feet, seduce them away into the quiet of the night and whisper sweet nothings into their ear until they started whispering everything—secrets, speculations, carefully concealed truths.

But this was Yor—his partner, unlike every other woman he used as a necessary pawn—so instead, he strategically angled their faces in such a way that he knew would make it look as though they were kissing. Yor let out a squeak as he shifted their posture, but still maintained the position.

After counting to five, they separated.

Twilight flashed her his most perfect smile—people were watching, after all—and she mumbled something incoherent in response, her face still glowing a soft pink.

He thought back to Frankie, thought about feelings. What feelings? There was nothing to worry about.

He was an expert.

And Yor was—

“—Wow,” she breathed, “wow. You’re a really good dancer, Loid.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “The waltz isn’t very difficult.”

“Still! It was impressive,” she reiterated. As if to prove her point, a coworker approached the two to compliment them on their dance. Soon they were dragged into another group conversation, and the rest of the night continued without a hitch.

Another successful task accomplished, Twilight concluded as they left the venue together, arm in arm; they were the perfect couple.

0110

“Becky told me that boys have cooties,” Anya declared as she and Yor sat at the dinner table, waiting for Loid to finish plating. Loid had pointedly removed Yor from any and all duties pertaining to dinner despite her protests and sulking, citing her most recent kitchen disaster as reason enough.

Loid let out a noncommittal grunt in response as he moved all of the food onto the table.

“She said that boys are stinky, too,” Anya continued as Loid pulled up a seat next to her and across from Yor. “Mama, is that why you don’t wanna kiss Papa? Because he’s stinky? Cooties?”

He coughed.

“Eh? Oh, no. No, Papa isn’t stinky!” Yor waved her hands around animatedly as though that somehow helped her point. Loid gave her a weary look.

Anya made a face. “Well, Papa and Mama still haven’t kissed yet! Is it cooties, then?”

“No, Anya, it’s not cooties.” He sighed.

“That’s what someone with cooties would say,” she huffed.

Yor let out a soft laugh and he sighed again.

“I’m not gonna do my homework until Papa and Mama kiss!” Anya suddenly exclaimed.

At that proclamation, something seemed to switch on within Loid. His back straightened and it was almost as though he was on high alert. “Anya. Anya, you need to do your homework. If you don’t, you’ll fall behind in class. We can’t have you falling behind in class, Anya.”

She pouted in response and defiantly shook her head.

“Anya,” he started, voice stern.

Yor coughed into her fist then, drawing his attention.

Her voice was low as she asked, “Well, should we…? I mean, it’s important for Anya to do her work. And it’s just… just a kiss. It’s something we should be able to do.”

Her cheeks flushed at the very suggestion.

He frowned. “We shouldn’t spoil her by following through with these kinds of silly demands.”

Yor paused as though she wanted to say something about his remark. She didn’t.

Eventually, she spoke, “You’re right. But Anya’s really pouting there.”

She tilted her head to the little girl in question, her cheeks puffed in rebellion.

“She can pout as much as she wants, but we don’t need to do this. She’ll drop it eventually, like she always does,” he reiterated.

A pause. His brow furrowed as though he was deep in thought. “Probably.”

He looked back at Anya then and saw her reaching across the table, her hands gesturing towards him.

“It’s rude to have your arms on the table, Anya,” he instinctively reprimanded.

“But this is important, Papa,” she stated confidently. She clenched and unclenched her hands in an opening motion, trying to get Loid to do the same. He eventually complied, opening up his fist. On his palm, Anya confidently traced the shape of a circle, then pressed her index finger into his skin a couple of times over.

“There, now you’re safe! Becky taught me how to do a cootie shoot, too. So Mama doesn’t need to worry anymore.” She pulled back, looking especially proud of herself.

“Wow, Anya! That’s amazing!” Yor clapped her hands together in praise.

She beamed, “Now Mama and Papa can kiss.”

Loid let out another sigh. He opened his mouth to speak again, but was promptly interrupted by a familiar theme song blaring loudly from the television in the living room. Anya whipped her head around at the sound, her eyes wide.

“Anya, you haven’t eaten dinner yet,” Loid reminded, his tone exasperated.

“Nooo, I don’t want to miss Spy Wars,” she whined in response.

He gave her a look.

“I’ll do my homework, Papa, I promise! After Spy Wars!”

Again, something seemed to switch on within Loid. He stood up from his seat then and moved to scoop Anya up into his arms. “Only for tonight. Then you’re doing your homework after dinner. No complaints, and no more cootie shots.”

“Promise!” Anya nodded her head rapidly, all worries about cooties and stinky boys suddenly forgotten.

He exchanged a glance with Yor then; she smiled knowingly.

Loid sighed for the umpteenth time that evening as he headed into the living room with Anya.

After Spy Wars, dinner, and another valiant attempt at fractions, Anya was tucked snugly into bed.

Standing in the hallway, their home felt a lot quieter now that Anya was asleep. Sometimes she truly felt like the life of their makeshift family, loud and playful and full of energy.

But the quiet was important, too. They needed their rest—deserved it, given how hectic it had been earlier in the evening.

Loid opened his mouth then, ready to wish Yor a good night.

“I don’t think you’re stinky, Loid,” Yor suddenly declared before he could speak.

He closed his mouth. Opened it again. “I don’t think you’re stinky either?”

“Good! I mean, thank you! I mean, that’s not what I actually mean!” she exclaimed.

He cocked an eyebrow. “What are you talking about, Yor?”

“I… I don’t think you’re stinky, and I don’t think you have cooties either,” she repeated.

He nodded his head, encouraging her to continue.

“So, this is…,” she trailed off, her cheeks warming. “This is… just how it is.”

She took a step closer, then another, until they stood almost touching.

“Yor, I really don’t know what you—”

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, she pulled him down towards her. Her mouth pressed against his, a gentle, brief kiss. Her lips were soft and she smelled sweet, Loid noticed with startling realization. His hand twitched, almost moving to rest on her hip until he consciously stopped himself.

Releasing her grip on his shirt, she took a step back. Her face was completely red and her eyes were directed at the floor with sudden interest.

He blinked once, twice.

Before he could say a word, Yor stuttered a high-pitched “good night!” and abruptly rushed into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her with almost enough force to rip it off its hinges.

He stood there.

Looked at her bedroom door, then his.

Stood a bit longer.

The hardwood under his feet felt different as he eventually made his way into his own room.

That night as he laid in bed, he speculated over the 28 possible explanations for her actions.

#spy x family #spyxfamily #agent twilight #loid forger #yor briar #fanfic #finally finished after months in wip #fake fam real feels

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sherry-l · 4 years ago

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Why YGO Vrains is such an immeasurable disappointment: a list

First of all, I need to make it abundantly clear that Im a big fan of Vrains – I love Yusaku, Ryoken, Ai, Kusanagi... you see them very often on my dash. I fantasize about the ideal version of Vrains that’s written well, the Vrains that’s fully exploited its potentials, every night in my sleep. I wrote this list PRECISELY because I love Vrains. That’s why I got so frustrated with its cardinal writing issues (and production issues). It physically pains me to hear people calling Vrains the worst and most boring series of YGO – but the fact that I couldn’t argue against that because it’s true pains me more.

And now, an incomprehensive list of the faults of Yugioh Vrains.

1. What the fuck is wrong with the character designs (beside that of Yusaku and Ryoken???) Everyone looks aesthetically displeasing – characters in real life look incredibly boring they could easily drown in a crowd of background characters, but their avatars are OSTENTATIOUS. Seems like the character designer had no clue what “less is more” means – blue angel, soulburner, and Bohemann for example, look like they were immersed in a bucket of glue and then dumped into another bucket filled with random accessories.

(from a fan artist’s perspective…Im especially salty about takeru, akira, Kusanagi, and the Knights of Hanois’ designs…like, their designs don’t inspire me to draw. Their personalities might be interesting, but their looks lack the vibrant, enthusiastic energy that the 5Ds, Zexal, and Arc-V characters possess)

(imagine how many fanfics and fanarts of Kusanagi x Yusaku there would be had Kusanagi looked HALF as hot as Ryoken)

And don’t even get me started on the colour palette – whoever decided on the colours just cant make up their goddamn mind! Colour saturation is way off the charts, the range of colour is too wide the audience simply dont know where to focus.

2. Forgotten plotlines. Yusaku’s link sense? Hanoi’s spy in SOL? The Queen and the rest of the chess pieces? Yusaku’s forgotten memories? The rest of the victims of the Lost Incident? Just to name a few.

3. Character relationships are weak to minimal to none. Bonds and friendships – the vital element in all previous YGO series – is practically non-existent in Vrains. Where’s the camaraderie between our main casts (Yusaku, Aoi, Soulburner, Ema, Onizuka, etc…)? They don’t feel like a team fighting the evil together. They’re completely separate individuals who don’t give a single fuck if one of their…acquaintance…dies in a battle. We don’t have heartwarming moments of friendship blossoming and consolidating. It’s honestly such a let down.

4. Interesting and debatable topics thrown away. The conflict between artificial intelligence and humans could spark so many in-depth discussions, but then the writer just decided its all Lightening’s fault. No morally gray situations, no ambiguity between the line of good and evil. It’s just all Lightening and his petty jealousy… yeah.

Oh and if Ai lives on the world will blow up. Why? Do we have a concrete reason to back that statement? eh...

5. Overall quality of the animation. I don’t know if its because the animation staff was short on time or low on budget, but for a megacorporation (konami cough cough) that makes billions every year, they certainly are capable of investing more in this anime series. I can count the number of episodes in which the characters don’t look wacky with a single hand.

6. Character development, wasted potentials. Ryoken is the only character who received decent treatment. The rest of the Vrains cast are all disappointments. Original concepts are cool and promising – Yusaku, a victim of child abuse with PTSD, embarking on a journey to overcome his reclusiveness and learn to open up to people around him? HELL YEAH. Aoi, a teenage idol with depression developing into a more mature and responsible heroine who saves Link Vrains? IM ALL FOR IT. Soulburner’s character arc is fine overall but personally I don’t feel like it’s expanded enough. Also, there’s the mistreatment of side characters like Onizuka, Ema, Akira, the list goes on. I got so furious just looking at these characters and remembering that they’re all wasted and sidelined.

7. Incoherent/ random plotlines. IDK all episodes in season 1 (Hanoi’s arc) felt pretty consistent, focusing on a linear theme – Yusaku’s revenge on the Knights of Hanoi. But after that it felt like the writers gave up writing outlines and just wrote whatever he pleased/ considered more convenient for the sake of…a plot…that he had no idea which direction it was headed for. This is reflected in the amount of forgotten plotlines we listed previously.

8. Weak villains. Kinda related to point 4. Bohemann, Lightening, Windy, and Haru are all one-dimensional, flat, predictable villains with the cliché goal of “destroying humanity cuz humans are dumb and Ais are superior”. Not likeable, not fun to watch, not morally gray (something I expect from well-written antagonists), they are just there to serve as symbol of evil for the protags to defeat.

Honourable mentions - what I personally want to see in Vrains, really. Very biased.

- The familial interaction between Yusaku and Kusanagi? Brotherhood, perhaps? Without any mention of Yusaku’s parents, Kusanagi is the closest Yusaku has to a brother figure. I crave for some wholesome brotherly moments between these two.

- More slice of life episodes please.

- The friendship between Yusaku and Takeru. Please. Please. PLEASE. From the second opening we can see the animation staff CLEARLY intended for there to be a strong bond between Yusaku and Takeru – Takeru probably was written to serve as a Jounouchi/ Johan/ Crow sort of character. Yusaku and Takeru could bond over their trauma and overcome their PTSD together. AND IT WAS SO HEAVILY HINTED AT IN THE 2ND OP!!! fam what the fuck happened to that friendship, Im so robbed.

- Yusaku and Ryoken’s duel or tag duel. These two haven’t duelled AT ALL since the first season ended. Isn’t Ryoken Yusaku’s official rival? Isn’t it Yugioh tradition for the protag and the rival to duel like, a trillion times? AND ISNT IT ALSO A YUGIOH TRADITION FOR THE PROTAG AND THE RIVAL TO TAG DUEL?????? The fact that Yusaku and Ryoken never had a tag duel haunts me every night in my worst nightmares afjw4ot9wgrk

- Topologina Nabee

Thanks for coming to my ted talk, this marks the end of my rant on YGO VRAINS DISAPPOINTMENTS. Again, I harboured no malicious intent when I compiled the list – its more like a vent of frustration than actual criticism. I would pay billions to see a Vrains reboot or, if there exists an alternate universe where none of the writing/production issues above are present in Vrains, I would do a Kaiba and build a dimension travelling machine and immigrate there.

TLDR: wasted potentials. wAsTED PoTEntialS. WASTED POTENTIALS!!!!!!

#yugioh #yugioh vrains #rant

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monotonemanday · 7 years ago

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Star Crossed Entertainers - Mystic Messenger FanFic Part 2 OC x Jumin

Part 2 takes place at the same time as Part 1 but it is in the OC’s perspective :) I was planning for this part to be shorter but it’s actually longer! My bad.. Thanks again for reading!

“I’ll be back late! A car is picking me up. Don’t be late to rehearsal, listen to Lee, it’s his first time running practice without me, and call a car to bring you home. YOU ARE NOT RIDING THE BUS THAT LATE AT NIGHT!”

She was met with silence.

“Did you hear me?!”

“Yeeessss! I’m ignoring you! I’ll do whatever I want. Don’t forget to bring back a husband tonight, Cinderella!”

Smart ass. She closed the door tight behind her and sighed. She was sure the neighbors didn’t enjoy their shouting but that’s just how her and the roommate operated. She adjusted the strap on her gym bag and began down the hall to the stairs. She was moving at a quick pace down the stairs, turning the corners sharply, the tapping of her sneakers on the cold steps ringing loudly. She was multitasking. Running down the stairs to the car, half a bagel hanging out of her mouth and her hands working on putting her hair in a very mess bun. She made it to the lobby and pushed open the door with her backside. Look ma no hands.

The brisk air slapped her cheeks. It felt quite nice after running down 4 flights of stairs. A driver silently opens the back driver side door for her and she removes the half eaten bagel from her mouth. “Well thank you, sir!” The man nods and closes the door once her legs are tucked in.

She places her bag on the seat and looks at her knees. Great. The drivers seat was pretty far back. Her knees were pressed into the back of the leather. Oh well, she was used to it. She had always been tall. Too tall in her opinion.

She opens up the main pocket of her bag. It was just a plain gym bag. Adidas brand. Navy with neon pink lettering and accents, but it was her favorite and most reliable bag. She rummages through fabric and loose make up and finally finds her cell phone.

No messages, just a couple missed calls from the boss. Oh well, she would be on location in a few minutes.

She could tell the driver was staring at her in the rearview mirror.

“Unimpressed with my appearance?” She chuckled to herself and smiled at the man.

“Oh! No! It’s just that you don’t seem to be dressed in appropriate attire for your destination.”

She looked down at herself. He wasn’t wrong. She was in tight black joggers with a thick mint stripe down the sides and a loose mint hoodie with black lining. Her hair was a mess and her sneakers were pretty beat up. “Well, that’s what the bag is for.” The girl smirked.

“Attending a party? You don’t have a ball gown shoved in there do you?” The driver laughed at his notion harder than he should have.

“Oh no, I’m working an event.”

“What kind of work?”

“Oh, I’ll be ushering guests.” Lie.

The car came to a stop and the woman looked outside. She could see the flashing of what seemed like hundreds of cameras. Vultures.

“Actually,” she called out to the driver. “Can you pull around the back of the building? That’s where the changing rooms will be I think.”

“Sure thing.”

The driver drops her off at the back of the building. She reaches into her wallet and pulls out whatever cash she had. She throws the wallet back into her gym bag and reaches towards the front seat to hand the cash to the driver.

“Oh, your ride has already been paid for miss.”

“Oh I know!” she chimed in. “This is just for you.” She slaps the cash into the drivers hand and without waiting for a response she grabs her bag and slams the door behind her, rushing into the building. She was late.

Making her way through what seemed like endless hallways she finally saw them. The familiar bodyguards hired by the boss standing in front of what she assumed to be the room they were using as their dressing room.

“Name, please.”

Ugh, this was the worst. So pointless. Always had to give the guards her name even though they knew her. Hell, she even was at Stan’s sons birthday party last month. But the men were just doing their job. Protocol.

“Gonna need your name, sweetheart.”

Shit. Which one? She had so many. What would her boss have put her down as? Oh that’s right. They were hired by the C&R Chairman. Who did he know her as?

“Rose.”

“Thanks, sweetie. Good luck tonight.”

She patted both men on the shoulders. “Thanks boys, say hi to the fam’s for me!” She beamed a sincere toothy smile and entered the room.

Chaos. Feathers and aerosol spray everywhere. Girls struggling to get tights on, whining because their hair won’t curl just right and arguing over sharing make up. She’s trying to make her way to her private room in the back of the larger room when the girls catch wind that she’s arrived.

“Rose! Thank god! I need your help with my leotard!” “Rose! Angel doesn’t feel well, she’s locked herself in the bathroom, what should we do?!” “Rose! Can you go over the steps for this part of the number with me?”

Rose. It was so hard getting used to for the first couple of minutes. None of the girls used their real names at events or while performing at the club but hers was the only one that changed depending on what clients were around.

“Girls, you know the rule. Give me a chance to put my face on. I’ll be out in a minute.” The rest of the girls let out a communal “aaawww” and she finished making her way to her area.

She closed the door and locked it. She threw her bag onto the sofa and made her way to the vanity. She sat in the high chair and pulled her cellphone out of her hoodie pocket.

“Hey Lee, sorry again that I can’t be at practice. Just run through act one and don’t take any crap from them. Especially our leading man and the little pixie. I won’t be able to respond but let me know if there are any major problems. Thanks and good luck!” Sent.

She set the phone on the counter and walked to the sofa and opening the gym bag. She hangs her clothes on the rack on the right side of the room. Why do they need so many outfits? She’s only going to use one, maybe two. She was impressed by how many outfits she could shove into that old bag though. She takes out her make up bag and sets up shop at the vanity. She let’s her hair down out of its sloppy bun. Her hair was a golden brown and had a natural curl to it that throughout the day slipped into beachy waves. It wasn’t her natural color. She was a strawberry blonde but it had been dyed so many times it just started taking on new colors. She put her hair up in a tight high ponytail and stared at herself in the mirror. She stripped down to nothing and put on her red satin robe.

Now was normally the time when she would begin to transform into an entirely different person. Heavy make up with all the bells and whistles. She studied her face, tracing her jawline and running her fingers down her neck. Not tonight. She didn’t want to be here in the first place. She got one day a week off from this job normally and when she did she had other obligations to take care of. She never had a day to relax and it was weighing on her. But. The show must go on. She gave herself one last hard look in the mirror and thought screw it. She pushes her foundation and contour to the side and goes straight for her eyeshadow pallet. Gold tonight, and she’ d smoke it out a little. She takes a little black shadow to fill in her eyebrows. She didn’t have to do much. Her eyebrows were perfectly arched and had their own natural shape that complimented any wig or hairdo she had to rock. She slapped on her winged eyeliner like she had been doing it since birth and reached for her false lashes. No. Not tonight. Just mascara. She didn’t want to feel so heavy and besides, she wasn’t planning on getting close to anyone tonight anyway.

Outside she hears the girls still calling for Rose. She couldn’t believe how dependent they were sometimes but she also didn’t mind being a mentor of sorts. She takes her high pony and wraps it on the top of her head and slips on a wig cap. She walks over to the bag and takes out one of her favorites. A Straight banged black bob that reached just below her jaw line. It made her feel like a spy. She used her index finger to pull it down and lay it on her forehead just right. Then she took out her fish net tights and easily slipped them on her long smooth legs. Good thing she shaved this morning. Next were the black lace high waisted underwear. She wore them over her tights so that the tights wouldn’ t slip down throughout the night. A matching strapless bra after that. Standing at the vanity, she rarely sat while getting ready, she leaned into the mirror and grabbed her apple red lipstick. She was putting it on with a steady hand when there was a knock at the door.

“Rose, darling. It’s me, and I brought Chairman Han!” That voice. It was like nails on a chalkboard. Madam. Oh the mixed feelings she felt toward the madam.

“One second!” She slipped on her robe and tied it tight, rushing to the door. Turning the lock and flinging the door open she put on a bright smile. “Mr. Chairman!” It was practically a song. She grabbed his hands and stepping backwards she led him inside. Her madam closing the door behind them. Chairman Han. Chairman of C&R. He kissed her on both cheeks, then let go of her hands.

“Rose! My sparkling diamond! I don’t mean to interrupt and I don’t want to keep you long. I just wanted to stop by and tell you I’m excited to watch you perform this evening and as much as I’d like to have you for myself,” She was cringing. His words were like venom. This man was a very well respected business man and father but she had seen other sides of him as well. The powerful business man continued. “Tonight is about my son and I’m very hopeful that you two will get along.” He winked at her and a bead of sweat dripped down her spine. The chairman turned to make his leave and nodded towards the madam. “I’ll see you lovely ladies around the dance hall.”

The door was shut behind him and the fake smile that was plastered on the madams face was wiped clean. Business.

“Listen. Tonight is extremely important. Mr. Han paid a huge sum to the boss for us to entertain at this party and that man is expecting you to spend some quality time with his son. Now we cant use a ringer like we normally do -”

“I’m not sleeping with him. That’s always been the deal. I don’t care if he’s the most handsome and powerful bachelor ar -”

The madam raised her hand. “There’s that awful habit of yours. Speaking out of turn. Especially when I don’t want to hear what you have to say.”

“That’s a little rude, but sorry. My bad.”

Madam was not having the attitude. She raised her voice at the sarcastic brat. “Stop being so informal with me!! Now again I say, listen. And don’t interrupt! I have drawn up a contract. I don’t know a lot about the chairman’s son but I know that he could have any woman he wished for. So I don’t know if he will demand a night with you or not. If he does then I guess you’ll just have to use that sharp tongue and quick wit of yours to convince him otherwise. This contract is a confidentiality agreement. Get him to sign it and I won’t have to report to the boss that you aren’t servicing clients. If you don’t get him to sign well, I can’t keep covering for you with the boss. There’s been trouble and our employer is not happy at all.”

“I get it.” The girl hadn’t been minding her expressions and her tone had turned hostile. She let slip a rolling of her eyes and she felt a hand slap her upper arm. Fingers digging into her bicep. She was pushed against the door.

“DON’T YOU ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME! IF YOU DON’T FIX YOUR ATTITUDE I WON’T HESITATE. WHAT WILL IT BE? BACK ON THE STREET OR DEMOTED BACK TO LOWLY CALL GIRL WHERE NOT ONLY WILL YOU SPEND THE NIGHT WITH YOUR CLIENTS, THEY WILL NO LONGER BE ELITE BUSINESS MEN.”

Anger started to rise in the girl and she pushed her madam out of the way. The madam let out a large sigh.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. With the trouble our employer is facing, there might be danger. I’m worried. You know that I care for you like a daughter. I appreciate everything you’ve done for my business and how much you’ve done for those girls out there. It’s just...you won’t be able to charm your way around the boss forever.”

Madam set the confidentiality agreement on the counter of the vanity and looked at the make up that was laid on the counter. “You’re not wearing enough make up.”

“I don’t care. I need to finish getting dressed. So if you’re done with me...”

Walking toward the door madam stopped short, her hand on the doorknob.

“Your strapless gold dress is under one of the cushions in the VIP booth. You are doing sparkling diamonds tonight so make sure you’re the focus. Please help the other girls finish getting ready. Some of them are beginning to panic.” Without looking back madam made her leave.

Carefully slipping into the rest of her outfit and her sensible character shoes, “Rose” finished getting ready and left her dressing room to help the other girls. Once she put out most of the fires she decided to sneak a peak at the dance hall where they’d be performing and where she would have to parade around for these stuffy old business men and a corporate heir.

The hall was filled with loud chatter. Elite business men and aristocrats all throughout the room, young and old. It didn’t really matter to her. Honestly, they all looked the same, sounded the same, acted the same. It made things kind of easy now that she thought about it. She looked around and saw the extravagant tapestries that laced the walls, hung from the ceilings and made up private booths. She thought they were gaudy but hey, she was just the hired talent, not the interior designer.

She was posted in the hallway hiding behind a doorway in the back area of the hall. Her eyes quickly darting around the room. She didn’t really need to pay attention to the stage. She could do this number in any setting because she had done it so many times before. She performed at plenty of parties like this but she hated attending them as a guest. This kind of setting wasn’t for her. It was too lavish and uptight. But gosh that fountain was beautiful. It was loud and reminded her of a rushing waterfall. It was distracting her from the fact that she was minutes away from having to avoid grimy hands trying to grope her while she was trying to sing and dance. That pre-pervert time dread began to set in when she heard someone shouting.

“MISTAH TRUST FUND KID!”

Her eyes darted to the obnoxious outburst and she was intrigued by the three very out of place men near the VIP booth. The one shouting had bright red hair and some very oddly colored glasses. He definitely wasn’t a business man or someone of high power, but he was definitely good looking. On his left was THE CUTEST thing she had ever seen. A very bright eyed blonde haired boy with pins in his long bangs. What a baby she thought. Too young to be with this crowd. Definitely a college student, and definitely shouldn’t be here. Save his innocence! On the right of those two was a very slender and very composed mint haired gentlemen. He definitely fit in more than the other two. He definitely came from wealth and he was very refined in the way he carried himself. She followed the three men’s eye line across the dance hall and her breath caught in her throat.

That had to be him. The corporate heir. The raven haired prince of business. The chairman’s son. Her new favorite name, Mistah Trust fund Kid. Jumin. Han.

Target acquired.

She watched his tall figure glide throughout the space. Commanding the room. He greeted his father and then made his way to the three oddballs. She watched in awe. He was so effortlessly...hot as fuck...refined and dignified. Her hope was that he was actually goofy looking and kind of gross. Maybe just even a little less impressive. A man like him would definitely be hard to talk out of something he wanted, so she just hoped that once they were alone, he really wouldn’t want her.

The woman watched on as the four men took their seats in the VIP booth. She was sure they would sit down and begin talking about boring aristocratic topics. She was all about talking business but with men of power and wealth, any conversation was usually extremely lackluster.

Much to her surprise the four men were colorful and lively. They were smiling and laughing and you could tell that they were dear friends. She watched the man that she was hired to seduce. His smile was calming and even though his eyes were almost black she had never seen eyes so bright. And yet the closer she paid attention to him she could tell that that brightness was fading fast. She knew that fading all too well. It matched his body language. it was the same body language she took on as soon as she got out of the car 30 minutes earlier. He didn’t want to be here. As happy as he was to be with his friends, this party being held in his honor was far from something he wanted. She could see it. He knew what was going to happen. He knew what his father had planned.

She decided she had done enough recon. She turned and made her way back down the hall. She couldn’t help but feel a bit sad. This was unusual. For the first time, she didn’t want to seduce this man, and he also didn’t want to be seduced. A common goal. At least that would probably make it easier to get him to sign the confidentiality agreement. She pulls the document from her leotard and reads it over. She immediately got frustrated. What is this crap? This wasn’t a confidentiality agreement. It seemed like a trap. There were so many hidden clauses and fine print. She picked up the pace and rushed into her dressing room, slamming the door.

She always kept a notebook and pens in her gym bag. Rummaging through she found her notebook and a plain blue pen. Ripping out a page she begin to scribble out a new contract. She heard the rest of the girls making their way out to the hall and she slipped the new contract into her bra.

Jazzy drumming and an explosion of brass. Show time. She taped the mic to her cheek and wrapped the chord behind her ear. One last look in the mirror. Her deep blue eyes, and her pale skin. Not enough make up. But she still didn’t care.

Standing behind the VIP booth she pulled back the curtain. Nervous? Never. This was like breathing. Making her way through the cushions in the back she reaches the head of the table. The blonde and the redhead don’t take notice. The corporate heir was actively avoiding anything that wasn’t his wine glass. She was met with a pair of beautiful mint eyes. He cleared his throat and the other three looked up.

“Excuse me, gentlemen.” She gave them her best smile. “Do you mind if I take over your spot for a moment?” Holding out her hand she was met with awkward silence. She could hear what spot the girls were in the number and she knew time was not on her side. She extended her hand out further, but she was met with blank stares until she looked over at Jumin. he was staring at her. Gazing even. If looks could kill. What was he staring at? Was her lipstick smudged? Mascara running? Oh No. Her freckles. She turned her face away from him. She looked too much like herself. She wasn’t supposed to get so close. However a tiny blush creeped onto her cheeks. Maybe she didn’t mind getting so close.

She felt a hand squeeze her outstretched fingers and she snapped back to reality. She hoisted herself onto the table and her performance began. Everything else left her mind. She was focused on nothing but singing and dancing. That is until she was out on the floor surrounded by pigs. She had to admit she was quite impressed with herself. It was a talent, flirting with all these men and yet avoiding their eager hands at the same time. She spotted the chairman and played into his hand. Blowing kisses and sending winks his way.

After enough schmoozing the crowd it was time for a dance break with the other girls. “Rose” made her way to the VIP table. Again she extended her hand towards the mint haired man once more and this time the back of her hand was met with a kiss. They had loosened up and she was ready to, also.

Sandwiching herself between the blonde and the redhead she made some quick small talk and learned their names, Or at least the names they gave her. V, Luciel, and Yoosung. They were fun. Polite, funny, clever. She was enjoying this down time. She was stealing glances at the raven haired prince. She figured he had already formed an opinion of her and it wasn’t a good one. He wasn’t engaging in conversation and she didn’t want to push him. That was until she felt an all too familiar pair of eyes on her.

The Chairman. His eyes darted from her to his son rapidly. Anger and disappointment. She got tense and knew she wasn’t doing her job the way it was supposed to be done. She could tell Jumin was starting to panic and she also knew that madam was probably watching. Standing up she suggested the three other boys go out and join the ladies on the dance hall floor.

Still feeling the eyes of Chairman Han burning through her she stands infront of Jumin Han and runs her hand up his thigh. Putting her index finger to his lips and then pointing at her cheek, she informed him that her mic was live.

“Talk to me Jumin Han and tell me all about it.”

She turned and addressed the crowd while untying the front curtains to the private booth.

“Sorry, Boys! It’s time for my break and its ladies choice, but absolutely feel free to indulge in my many lovely friends!”

She closed the curtains tight and turned towards the table.

Looking at the face of the corporate heir she rolled her eyes. She had seen that look before. A lecture was coming. And she wasn’t in the mood.

“Hello, Mr. Elite Business Man. Don’t worry. I’m not here to jump your bones.” She laughed at the shock on his face. “I just figured you couldn’t bare that mans demonic peepers piercing through your soul any longer.” She could tell he was perplexed.

“I’m talking about your father. He sure does want to see you in all your glory that is manhood in the presence of a lady now doesn’t he? I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone that hungry to get somebody else lucky in the bedroom.”

“I suppose he’s worried about the rumors that arise about my sexual orientation. Or perhaps he’s worried I’ll end up alone. Won’t be able to provide an heir to the family or the company. But you’re right, I wasn’t thrilled by his glare” Jumin was pouring more wine into his glass.

“Hmmm. Well, I’ll tell you what. How about we sit here for a while, I’ll tousle your hair a bit, loosen your tie, and we can both move on from this night. Back to our normal day to day.”

She had made her way to the back of the booth and had found the dress madam had left. Slipping it on gracefully she sits across from Jumin. They shared a bit of banter and she avoided any lecture by simply telling him whatever opinion he had formed about her and the other girls was probably incorrect. She then got straight to business and told him that she did not sleep with clients. What she didn’t expect to do was tell him all about how she avoided sleeping with clients and how she had worked hard to formulate a business plan and how much it had helped out madam and the other girls.

She lost herself. She was talking too much but it was just so easy. He was actually listening to her and he was helping. They were having an actual discussion and he wasn’t making a pass at her and she wasn’t climbing into his lap. She didn’t feel like she was working, but she came back down to earth and remembered that she wasn’t on her own time. She was on the clock and she needed him to sign something.

After a few laughs, pen in hand, Jumin signed the contract. He chuckled and questioned her about the contents of the contract. She admitted that it wasn’t the original contract intended for him tonight and that she felt this contract suited him better.

“Well it’s time for me to address those barbarians. And I’m sure your friends are anxious to get back to you.”

Just like she promised, she walked toward the corporate heir, tousled his hair, loosened his tie, and took his hand. She stood the man up and pulled open the curtain to the booth. They emerged hand and hand to address the crowd.

“Gentlemen! It is time for us to lay this party to rest. Beauty sleep is extremely important to us, ya know.” She winked at the crowd. “We’re off but our door is always open. Come and visit us anytime and if you happened to make a love connection with one of the ladies tonight all I ask is you hold the doors open for her, treat her like a princess and make sure she get’s home safe. We are the Star Crossed Entertainers and tonight we sparkle just for you! Thank you!”

She let’s go of Jumin’s hand and begins to walk down the steps of the stage in front of the VIP booth when someone grabs her wrist. She turned and was met with charcoal eyes.

“Wait, what’s your name?”

“Ana.” Lie. Not even close.

“How old are you?”

“23.” Lie. 25.

“Aren’t you forgetting the fine print of your own contract?” Jumin dropped her wrist and put his hand out toward her. His hand balled into a fist with his pinky extended. He was staring at her, and she knew that she shouldn’t let him. That she should look away. But she wasn’t. In fact. She was staring back.

“I almost did. Thank you.” She wrapped her pinky around his and smirked. “Hey Mr. Elite Business Man, thanks for not trying to put it in me.” A kiss on the cheek and then She stuck her tongue out just barely and winked once she saw that she had flustered the extremely handsome man in front of her. With great speed she rushed down the steps not looking back at him.

Making her way through the crowd she brushed shoulders with V. They locked eyes and she paused. He spoke softly.

“Jumin...did he -”

“If you have concerns you should discuss them with your friend.” She starts to walk away and stops just behind his back. Looking over her shoulder she says “You two seem close. You should tell Mr. Han that if he doesn’t like this sort of thing he should discuss it with his father. He could save a lot of people both time and money. I for one had quite a bit of laundry I hoped to get done tonight.”

Back to her mad dash to the dressing room. Once inside she ripped off her wig and tossed it in the bag. She couldn’t get out of her outfit fast enough. Shoving everything into her gym bag, she throws on her hoodie and her joggers. She gathers up her make up and shoves it on top of the clothes. She undoes her hair shakes it out, flips it upside down and throws it back into the messy bun. She unlocks her phone. Messages from Lee, and the roommate. Not surprising. She’ll respond in the car. She wrestles with the zipper of her bag and finally gets it closed. She quietly slips out of the room avoiding having to talk to anyone and makes her way outside. Not paying attention to her surroundings she spots the car waiting for her and nothing else. She crosses the street and grabs the door handle.

“I’m not happy.”

Shit. She turned around slowly. Ugh. The madam and her goons.

“This is the last time you pull a stunt like that. Next time you do what I tell you, exactly. To the T. You don’t make contracts. I do.”

Her heart was full of mischief. She thought back to the contract Jumin signed. “I Mistah Trust Fund Kid am sworn to absolute secrecy” and the fine print, “This contract isn’t valid until both parties engage in a pinky swear.”

“Wipe that smirk off your face!”

She turned away from madam and back to the door. “I’m going home. You have a looooovely evening madam.”

“You messed up.”

“Excuse you?”

“Ana?”

“Yeah, so what? You’re constantly giving me fake names, I figured I’d give myself one.”

They were facing each other. Barely an inch apart.

“Watch that mouth of yours.”

“I’m leaving.”

“He asked about you. He wanted “Ana’s” contact info.”

“And? Isn’t that what you want? Repeat customers?”

“Cut the shit! I told you that trouble is coming and after what you pulled tonight...You’re on your own when it comes to the boss.”

She was tired and she wanted to get back to her apartment. She opened the door and climbed into the backseat. Madam’s hand blocked the door.

“I’ve had enough. I won’t protect you anymore. I hope you’re as charming and as smart as you think you are...Samantha.”

And with the sound of her real name passing through madams lips, Samantha slams the door and signals for the driver to step on it. She closes her eyes and lays her head back. She can’t believe she compromised everything she’s been building up, for Jumin Han.

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Enola Holmes(2020):

*~*Pine Cone Child : Enola/Sherlock Holmes, Enola/Linthorn (Mature, Read Warnings on AO3, currently on hold ) Pine Cone Child is a mature rated fanfic, mostly about Enola and her brother Sherlock pretending to be a married couple (his suggestion) to save Enola’s reputation and raise her child together. With angst, mature themes (check the warnings and the tags) light-hearted banter and lots of misunderstandings.

Once Upon A Time: Mr. Gold/Rumplestiltskin Ficlet: ~ *~ Mr. Gold/Rumplestiltskin x Reader (18+ Age difference, Older Man/Younger Woman, Dub-con, loss of virginity, jealousy, boinking your best friend’s dad.)

Peter Pan/Hook & Related Fandoms: Captain James Hook (Any version unless specified): Headcanons: ~*~ Captain Hook’s reaction to a S/O being really affectionate and having anxiety? Crimson Peak (2015) Headcanons: Headcanons for Alan with a sister Male Reader x Thomas Sharpe: Meeting at the Ball: MxM, Explciit, Fluff, SMUT.

Game Of Thrones (TV): Arya x Jaqen Imagine/Short story A Girl Named Arya

Doctor Who (TV) 12 Doctor x Clara Oswin Oswald Pride and Prejudice Prompt Fill (discontinued)

HALLOWEEN PROMPT FILLS MASTERLIST 2023 [ READER INSERTS ]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

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NON-EXPLICIT TALES:

Reader accidentally enters Neverland and meets Hook Fandom: Hook / Peter Pan Pairing: Reader x Captain James Hook Rating: Teen Warnings: Halloween Party, Pirates, Kiss.

Reader is an Au Pair trick and treating at the Grabber’s door Fandom: The Black Phone 2022 Pairing: Albert Shaw (The Grabber) x Reader (Au Pair from abroad) Rating: Teen Warnings: Au Pair Reader is from Abroad, Mention of Age Gap, Dark Undertones. Overall quite sweet.

Summary: You are an Au Pair stopping at the Grabber’s House. Romantic (with perhaps the tiniest hint of darkness underneath).

Reader meets Thomas Sharpe at the Halloween BallFandom: Crimson Peak Pairing: Sir Thomas Sharpe x Reader Rating: Teen Warnings: None Really. Romance. Talk about marriage and kids. Drama. Tiny bit of Angst? Sorry it was written in a rush. Possible Cameo for Albert Shaw. Summary: AU in which Sir Thomas Sharpe never had his sister corrupt him and meets Reader at a Halloween masquerade.

EXPLICIT TALES BELOW:

(DON’T READ IF YOU’RE UNDER 18)

Reader in Hogwarts outfit visits Snape during Halloween Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Professor Snape x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: A grown-up dressed as a Hogwarts student on Halloween… Snape has his own thoughts about it.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual content, spanking, blowjob.

Reader Mistakes Arthur Fleck (as Carnival) for a friend Fandom: Joker 2019 Pairing: Arthur Fleck (as Carnival) x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: You mistake him for somebody else, but that might be the best thing that happened to the both of you, for you end up losing your virginity to each other.

Warnings: Sexual content, Virginity/First time.

Reader ends up being bred by Otis in a Halloween Ritual Please read ALL warnings. Fandom: House of a 1000 corpses, devil’s rejects, 3 from hell. Pairing: Otis B. Driftwood x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: When you and your friends ask for help, you end up as part of a horrific ritual. Warnings: Killer Family, murder, death of a friend, Sexual content, Non-con, Breeding.

Reader Bumps into a Clown at Halloween who comes to visit her house Please read ALL warnings. Fandom: Terrifier (2), All Hallows Eve (2) Pairing: Art the Clown x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: It is Halloween when you bump into a clown and, embarrassed, apologize. Later that evening, your roommate Meri seems to have invited that very same clown into your house for a bit of fun. But that fun turns quickly into a nightmare. Warnings: Mention of Murder, Cannibalism, death of a friend, Sexual content, dub-con. Reader is scared of clowns. Implied Virginity/First Time. Mention of Blood. Coulrophobia.

Reader (witch!) ties Ernst to his chair and has her way with him Fandom: First Reformed Pairing: Ernst Toller x (Witch!) Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: Ernst is home alone at Halloween when a Witch comes at his door. Warnings: Mention of inner conflict, Pastor x Witch, Explicit Sexual Content, Slight Bondage: Ernst is tied down, Reader on top.

Reader is putting on decorations with coworker Albert Shaw Fandom: The Black Phone 2022 Pairing: Albert Shaw (The Grabber) x Reader (coworker) Rating: Explicit Summary: You’re putting the decorations up in the hardware store where you work, when your coworker lingers behind to help you.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual content, Reader wearing a skirt, Fingering.

Reader finds a handsome wounded stranger at her door Fandom: Stranger Things Pairing: Henry Creel (001) x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: It’s Halloween when a young, wounded man appears at your door. How can you refuse him.. anything?

Warnings: Explicit Sexual content, mention of blood, orderly Henry Creel.

Reader dresses up as a Vampire after catching Arthur as Dracula Fandom: Joker (2019) Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: Arthur thinks dressing up as Dracula will help him seduce his neighbor: you.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual content, smoking (Arthur), laughing during sex.

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The Black Phone (2022) Albert Shaw / The Grabber:

Stories: *~* The Chance to make a Change (Grabber x Reader) When you end up in front of the Grabber’s house, you decide to take matters into your own hands and stop Albert Shaw from kidnapping and murdering these innocent boys like he does in the movie. You have good intentions. But will you succeed? (Rating Explicit, Lots of warnings and tags such as older man/younger woman, age difference, size difference, rape/noncon, violence, dead dove: do not eat, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, daddy kink, major character death, etc) *~* The Gift (Grabber x Reader) Your curiosity got the better of you (Mature, though not overtly explicit, kidnapping, older man/younger woman). *~* A Gift for his Gift - Albert Shaw / The Grabber x Reader Insert [ WARNINGS ] (Explicit, Dub/noncon elements/can be seen as a continuation of ‘the gift’). *~* TEARS - Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Kidnapped!Reader (Explicit, lots of warnings, Dacryphilia, Daddy Kink, Non-con elements). Reader hasn’t succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome yet. *~* HALLOWEEN DECORATION – SWEET GRABBER X READER VERSION (Explicit) Reader is Albert’s coworker. *~* TRICK OR TREAT – SWEET GRABBER X READER VERSION (Teen, No Warnings except perhaps dark undertones? But overall quite innocent). Reader rings Albert’s doorbell to trick-or-treat. *~* Menstruation Kink - Grabber x Reader (NSFW, lots of Warnings) *~* Just as Dangerous Grabber x (f) Reader Explicit. Warnings. Smut. Consensual Rough play, belt choking, daddy-kink and much more. Reader has been taken by the Grabber but he discovers she has her own agenda (killer Reader).

Drabble:

*~* What if Reader got pregnant of the Grabber and he discovered her pregnancy, Mature themes *~* Reader is Albert Shaw’s younger girlfriend and helps him unwind. Explicit, Age Difference. *~* Reader has a nightmare but is comforted by the Grabber Explicit, Stockholm Syndrome, dubcon smut. *~* Reader scratches their own arms when Albert Shaw stops them, T, but self-harm (scratching), swearing (by reader), genneutral Reader. *~* Grabber Finds a Plushie, Yellow Bunny in your backpack, NC-17 due to themes. *~* A warm spring day in the garden with your family (implied kidnapping) * ~* You’re kidnapped and have insomnia (Smut), Explicit, Non-con warning. *~* You’re kidnapped and have amnesia [ Part 1 ], Mature. [ Part 2 ] *~* You’re his new neighbor and meet him when Samson enters your garden. Sweet, light drabble, bit of flirting, Rating: Teen. *~* The Grabber returns for you after you escaped him. Modern AU. Mature. Imagine: *~* Albert Shaw x (Teacher afab) Reader - Search Party

Headcannons: *~* Grabber x Male Cop Reader

Crossovers: Black Phone & Moon Knight ~*~ Albert Shaw x Reader x Arthur Harrow “ His Brother” : When his brother Albert joins the cult, Arthur orders you to marry him. You’re a tool to keep Albert in check. Or could there be more to it? Rating: Explicit. Warnings: Explicit sexual content, strangers to lovers, forced marriage, pining, dubcon-to-con, older men/younger woman, age difference, belt/choking

Crossovers: Black Phone & Joker Ficlets: ~*~ Reader is Joker’s girlfriend trying on a new costume, J swears to take revenge on her ex-boyfriend the Grabber, Warnings 18+, sexual content, references to Badass!Reader

Drabbles:

~*~The Magician - Reader and Arthur go to see a show, but the Magician is getting a bit too friendly. Rating: PG13, no real warnings except jealousy and possessive men. ~*~ Bumping into Albert on way to date with Arthur, Rating: Teen.

Joker (2019) Arthur Fleck/Joker: Stories: *~*The Man Who Claimed To Be Yours - JokeringCutio (Breakingthestandards) - Joker (2019) [Archive of Our Own] (Arthur Fleck x Reader : You are Sophie’s hired babysitter, taking care of Gigi the best you can, when suddenly one day, Sophie’s neighbour is standing in the apartment. Explicit! Dark Themes. See all Warnings on AO3!) *~*The Princess and the Clown - JokeringCutio (Breakingthestandards) - Joker (2019) [Archive of Our Own] → You are a princess at a charity and Arthur is a clown. When you say something kind to him, he becomes obsessed with you. [ Modern Day AU. Mature. *~* No Family Man [ Chapter 1| Chapter 2] On AO3 - Finished. Summary: You met Arthur when you were just in high school, but by the time you got into university, you knew you’d fallen for him. But then, when your parents moved, you lost him. Little did you know he would return for you. And to give you that baby you once said you wanted. Warnings: Dubcon, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome? Daddy Kink, Older man x younger woman.

Ficlets: ~*~ Ficlet: The Librarian and the Clown (Rating Teen) You notice the man as he comes in and asks your help using the computer. You’d never imagined he would come ask for your help in an entirely different matter. ~*~ Savior Fill: I Need You (Reader Rescues Arthur from the boys who attack him, Joker returns the favor later on). A second fill, different to the one below this. ~ * ~ Savior Fill: I can handle myself(Reader rescues Arthur from the boys who attack him, Joker returns the favor by rescuing the reader later on). Warnings: (Mature for safety due to themes) Violence, (attempted) sexual assault, Crude Language, Clown beating, Blood, Murder. Drabbles:

The Rescue (Reader being Rescued by Joker)

Pregnant with Arthur’s baby, there are complications (Angst)

You Meet Arthur in London years after leaving him without a word

Arthur sees Reader interact with their child

At the Movies- Reader goes to watch Joker again in Cinema and encounters him.

Arthur touching Himself on the phone - While speaking to reader, based on gif. (NSFW)

Arthur finds out that you are pregnant with his child

Continuation of Arthur finding reader is pregnant

Arthur with a chubbier/curvy S/O who is really soft

Reader makes Arthur cum in his pants and he calls them mommy

Prompt Fills: *~* NSFW ALPHABET for Arthur & Joker - Mature audiences only. Christmas Visit - JokeringCutio (Breakingthestandards) - Joker (2019) [Archive of Our Own] → { THIS FIC SOMEHOW IS LOST?? } Imagines: *~* Reader’s Gary’s friend and Arthur’s Blind Date Imagine HeadCanons: *~* Arthur/Joker Love Language *~* Arthur/Joker at seeing their s/o injured in hospital *~* Arthur/Joker Pleasure with Younger Reader *~* Arthur/Joker Headcanons with a younger reader *~*Arthur/Joker Headcanons for Kissing *~* Arthur/Joker Headcanons for when S/O has been kidnapped *~* Arthur/Joker Headcanons on Flirting. *~* Arthur asking Reader’s parents if he can marry you *~* Turn ons and offs for Arthur/Joker *~* HC about how Arthur and Joker would like to receive and express affection *~* Jealousy HC for Arthur & Joker *~* Arthur/Joker x Reader, Age Difference. How it Affects Readers View of him, baby talk (= First chapter of No Family Man) *~*On the Mental Instability of Arthur Fleck: Could you live happily ever after with him? [ An essay on a serious note] Prompt idea: *~*Prompt idea: reader is a student visiting Arkham Asylum *~*Prompt idea: With 3 pictures *~*Prompt idea: Father went to get cigarettes

Drabbles:

Five Nights at Freddy

Index:

FNAF General Fics

Stepdad! William Afton x Reader

~*~William Afton x (f) Reader “Best Friend’s Dad”, Warnings, 18+, Explicit Sexual Content, Extremely Dubious Consent, Older man x younger woman, Friend’s dad x Reader. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Swimming Pool”, Warnings 18+, Explicit Sexual Content, Vag, fingering, hint of adultery, married older man x younger woman. You’re swimming at the local pool when you bump into a married man. If he is deliberately touching you, then why does he introduce his family to you? Surely you are imagining things, right?~*~William Afton/Steve Raglan x (f) Reader “Explore”, Warnings 18+, Explicit Sexual content, non-con/dub-con, loss of virginity, breeding kink. Reader is exploring an abandoned building when she finds a wounded man. She should not have helped him. [ Continuation MULTI-CHAPTER on AO3 ]

Stepdad! William Afton:

~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Accidental Picture”, WARNINGS: 18+, Smut, Non-con/Dub-con, Dark!William, First time (reader), Stepdad teaches his daughter a lesson after she accidentally sends him a nude. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Boyfriend”, Warnings, 18+, smut, older man x younger woman, Stepdad!WilliamAfton, William is not a nice man, fingering, jealousy, creampie. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Christmas Present”, Warnings: Explicit, Sexual content, fingering, creampie, keeping it a secret from mom, smut. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Telephone Cable”, Warnings: Explicit, Sexual Content, Light choking, cock warming.

Drabbles: ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Caught In the Act”, You catch your stepdad on the toilet. Warnings: Mature, Accidental Nakedness, Confusion, Tension. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader, Mom brings up a paternity test during dinner, William is, of course, your son’s father, and no one is to know. Mature due to themes. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader Drabble, [4] Mom suggests a paternity tests while you’re eating dinner.~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Newborn”, [3]You are on your way home after giving birth to your stepdad’s child - but no one may know. Warnings: Mature. talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, name-calling, William being mean, William calling you a slut, but also: William being emotional about his baby. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Discovered”, [2] Your pregnancy is discovered by your mom. Warnings: Explicit. talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, angst, drama, William being evil/Manipulative William ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Pregnant”, [1]Your mom has news to share. Warnings: Mature, talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, angst, drama, William being mean. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “New Year”, Explicit, SMUT. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Cinema”, Warnings: Mature, older man x younger woman, Stepdad!WilliamAfton, Family Gathering, Secret touching. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Barbecue, Warnings: Mature, older man x younger woman, Stepdad!WilliamAfton, jealousy.

STEPDAD X Male Reader Quick Drabble of M Reader discovering something’s missing from his room, Mature due to themes and implications.

Stepdad William Afton & Stepbrother Stu Macher: *Stepdad Afton is sometimes mentioned as the dad/present as a father figure/ sometimes romantically or sexually involved. Check story description/warnings for this.

Stu Macher (Scream)

~*~ Meeting Stu, Rating: Teen, Tension. Mention of Stepdad William and Stepsister Vanessa. ~*~ First Evening Meal (Footsie) Rating Mature due to themes. Mention of Stepdad Afton (getting involved under the table) ~*~ Baking Cookies with Stu, Rating: Mature due to themes. ~*~ First Time having your Period, Rating Mature due ot themes and remarks made by Stu. ~*~ First Time Bumping into Stu in the Hallway on your way to bed. Rating Mature due to themes and amibiuos comments by Stu. ~*~ Watching Stu and his girlfriend Casey, Rating: Teen. Jealousy. Mention of Stepdad William Afton. ~*~ Stu Playing FNAF Rating: Mature. Mention of Stepdad Afton.

House of a 1000 Corpses/Devil’s Rejects / 3 From Hell Drabble/Ficlet:

~*~ Otis F*cks Reader into labor, Explicit! Smut, labor, Can be seen as a continuation of the Halloween Ritual AND Reader is pregnant as found below. ~*~ Otis discovers Reader is pregnant Mature, Can be seen as a continuation drabble of the Halloween Ritual. ~*~ Reader ends up being bred by Otis in a Halloween Ritual Explicit, Smut, Murder. ~*~ Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader Artful Pictures, Warnings 18+, Reader takes pictures of Otis’s art. ~*~ Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader “Migraine”, Warnings: 18+, Menstruation/Period Kink, Dub-con, Reader has migraine, smut. ~*~ Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader “Third Time’s a Charm”, Warnings 18+, breeding kink/pregnancy/murder etc., Can be read as a continuation of the drabble below this one: How reader is rescued, eventually, by the police. But not before having kids with Otis. ~*~Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader, Modern Au, WARNINGS: 18+ due to themes. Otis and Baby take you to the hospital. You hope to find a means to escape your captors, but you discover something more. ~*~Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader, Modern Au. WARNINGS: 18+/Noncon/Murder etc. You met him online in a game, and now you regret it.

Terrifier Drabble/Ficlet: ~*~ “Giving Birth to Art’s Baby” - Art the Clown x Reader, Explicit for Gore, Blood, Murder, Graphic Birth, Cannibalism. ~*~ Reader Bumps into a Clown at Halloween who comes to visit her house Explicit, Smut.

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Fandom: SPY x FAMILY Characters / Pairings: Twilight (Loid), Yor, Anya / some Twilight x Yor Summary: The Forgers are the perfect fake family with perfectly fake feelings; flowers, sunset watching, and bedtime stories are to be expected, of course.

Word Count: 1,653 Read on ao3.

“Here, Yor, I got these for you.” Loid unceremoniously holds out a bouquet of flowers towards the woman in question. He shuts the front door behind himself so quietly it doesn’t make a sound.

Yor points a finger at herself. “For me?”

“I stopped by the florist on my way home—some of the neighbours were talking about us again—I believe this should quiet them down for the time being,” he elaborates. “They said it was ‘quite delightful’ when they saw me walking by with this in hand.”

“Well, they are lovely.”

Loid nods his head once in agreement, passing the flowers over to Yor. Following that, they head into the kitchen together. Anya sits at the dining table, her head buried in the latest volume of Spy Wars.

Her attention turns towards the sound of the entering footsteps and her eyes light up at the sight of Loid. “Papa!” she exclaims.

“What are those?” she asks next, pointing at the bouquet in Yor’s hands.

“Loid bought some flowers,” she answers with a smile.

Anya turns towards Loid with an expectant look on her face. “Did Papa get anything for me?”

“I’ve already gotten you enough things,” he reprimands.

“Maybe next time,” Yor intervenes. “Don’t you think these look nice, Anya?”

The young girl mumbles a few incoherent words in response.

Yor holds up the bouquet in her hands, observing it more closely. “Oh, there are lilies of the valley here… snapdragons too.”

She doesn’t see the way Loid’s posture straightens at those words. He swiftly inquires, “Are you familiar with floriography? The language of flowers.”

She blinks, gaze moving towards her fake-husband, then back to the bouquet. Her expression turns sheepish.

“I know of it, but I get a lot of the meanings mixed up. Oh, maybe I should understand it better, all things considered. And even you’re familiar with it…,“ she trails off.

Flowers aren’t necessarily her forte, but she does know a thing or two about thorns. And poison. Still, she probably shouldn’t say.

“No, it’s quite outdated. I don’t think many women these days understand it that well besides the most common flowers, such as red roses,” he reassures. “I’m not that knowledgeable of it either; I was actually wondering if you were. I’d only taken the florist’s recommendation for this.”

Anya stares at Loid, her eyes narrowed.

“Well, it looks beautiful,” Yor compliments. “We should put it in a vase.”

“Of course; I can do it,” he says, taking the flowers back from Yor. The kitchen becomes quiet once more as Loid busies himself with the bouquet and Anya turns her attention back to Spy Wars.

“Ouch,” Loid mutters suddenly, “pierced myself with a thorn.”

“Are you all right?” Yor asks immediately, concern lacing her voice.

“I’m fine; I’ve been hurt by much worse before,” he says wryly. “It’s barely a prick.”

Anya immediately jolts up and stares at Loid, her eyes wide. His focus stays on the flowers. The girl shakes it off before eventually asking, “Thorns?”

“Some flowers have thorns on them. They’re little prickly things. They hurt a bit when you touch them,” Yor explains. “Pretty things like flowers can be a bit dangerous sometimes.”

“Mama is pretty,” Anya says pointedly.

“Oh, well, this and that—they’re, uh, kind of different.” She chuckles then, a nervous hint to her laughter. “It’s not like I’m, uh—”

“Done.” Loid sets his finished work on the tabletop, interrupting Yor’s babbling. Anya seems to have lost interest, her eyes once again glued to the pages of spy shenanigans set in front of her.

Yor clears her throat then, gaze turning to the vase. The flowers are lined neatly. “Thank you, Loid.”

Daisies and daffodils make up most of the arrangement, she notices. A pure white. It’s accented with a few yellow roses and a handful of carnations, light red in colour. The lilies of the valley and snapdragons fill the rest, bringing it all together.

If she remembers correctly—

Her lips form into a small smile.

“Thank you for thinking of me, Loid, thorns and all,” she says softly, so quietly that only a trained ear can properly hear.

“It’s only natural for a husband to buy flowers for his wife,” he replies simply.

“Still,” she beams, “you’re very thoughtful.”

He turns his face away from her. “Think nothing of it.”

New beginnings, admiration, and happiness.

How sweet.

Twilight carries Anya in his arms as he strolls down the cobblestone path of the city. Yor walks next to him, diligently keeping up a perfect pace.

They look like the picturesque family, as they should.

The perfect fake family with perfectly fake feelings.

In his arms, he feels the steady rise and fall of Anya’s chest. She’s already fallen asleep. It’s been a long day after all, keeping up this farce. The sky is fading from a bright blue into a deep orange hue.

“Ah, the sun is setting,” Yor points out, her voice soft. “Twilight, right?”

He blinks. His face is neutral, doesn’t even move a single millimetre at her remark—he’s schooled himself in deceit, after all—but what if, what if. He gazes across the horizon and sees the shadows of buildings, homes, everything, silhouetted by the setting sun.

His mind runs at a hundred miles per minute; his backstory is perfect, Anya hasn’t let anything slip, his forged documents are infallible, and he’s a master of disguise. He hasn’t raised any suspicions with her, he concludes.

“Yes, twilight,” he eventually echoes.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” she continues. “It’s always so lovely to see the sky painted in such warm colours. Twilight might be my favourite time of the day, I think.”

She says it so easily.

“It signals the end,” he comments. “Of the day.”

It’s elusive, not quite there. There for a moment, then gone in the blink of an eye, disappearing into the night sky. Something out of reach.

“You almost say it like it’s a bad thing,” she observes.

He shrugs his shoulders lightly, making sure not to wake Anya. “Some of my patients don’t do so well in the dark, with twilight—the transitionary period. The darkness in particular can be a pain point, especially the unknown that it brings. It’s not uncommon.”

“Oh, I see.” Her eyes turn back to the horizon. “That’s too bad. It really is beautiful. I think the dark… is also comforting. I’m more comfortable in the dark.”

He raises an eyebrow in response.

“Not to be weird or anything!” she exclaims. “And, uh, even though it’s the end of the day… I do think twilight is quiet, and… warm.”

He almost laughs at the thought, but he can tell from her body language and from the inflection in her voice that she is being completely earnest.

“And I think,” she continues, turning to face him once again, “that this is the perfect way to end the fun day we had, Loid.”

His mouth suddenly feels dry and Anya stirs in his arms.

Twilight’s gaze moves from the little girl sleeping peacefully against his chest, to the woman walking by his side.

Right.

The perfect fake family with perfectly fake feelings.

Papa is a liar. He lies all the time. He lies about his work, he lies about her, he lies about flowers, he lies about everything.

Mama is a liar too. She lies—bad. Mama is not a good liar, but she still lies anyway.

Anya is also a liar. Anya has to lie, because if she doesn’t, maybe Papa and Mama will stop lying too. And when they stop lying, they won’t need her anymore, and she doesn’t want to be just another number again.

She’s heard enough of Papa’s lies and truths to know.

So Anya will lie and she’ll try her best at school and she’ll be friends with snotty little boys for world peace, but mostly for her Papa and Mama. She might even eat carrots too.

A yawn escapes her lips.

“Are you tired, Anya?” Mama asks, her eyes glancing at the clock on the wall. “It’s almost your bedtime, actually.”

“But Spy Wars isn’t over yet,” she whines.

Mama lets out a soft laugh. “A couple more minutes, then. It should be over soon.”

She picks up the petite girl once the show finishes, carrying her in her arms with ease. As she walks towards Anya’s bedroom, she suggests, “How about we get Loid to read you a bedtime story tonight?”

“What?” his voice exclaims from inside his room.

Mama stops in front of his closed door, giggling. “Come on, Loid. Anya’s been studying really hard lately.”

“Papa! Let’s read Spy Wars!” Anya shouts.

Papa doesn’t say anything, but Anya hears anyway. The door opens then and Papa has a frown on his face, but he still holds a Spy Wars book in his hands.

“You spoil her too much,” he mutters under his breath.

“I think we both do.” Mama laughs.

“I don’t get why this series has a cartoon, comics, and books,” Papa continues. He hits the cover of the book with the back of his hand as though that emphasizes his point. “It’s a bit much.”

Anya pumps her fist in the air. “It’s cuz Spy Wars is super cool! Right, Mama?”

“Yup, super cool.”

They walk into Anya’s bedroom next. Mama tucks her into bed, all tight and cozy, and sits on her right. Papa sits on her left and he opens to the first page of the book. He starts reading slowly, then Mama begins to read some of the words too.

Anya listens carefully. It’s quiet besides what they read off the pages, what they say out loud.

Papa and Mama lie a lot but sometimes they don’t, and Anya knows.

She closes her eyes as she listens to Papa and Mama’s voices.

That night, Anya falls asleep with a smile on her face.

——-

a/n:

I googled around for flower meanings, so there’s multiple interpretations for all the flowers I chose. I chose the ones I did for a reason tho ;)

09/25/19: added a few lines. This is what happens when u write a story in a couple hours and publish it right away

#spy x family #spyxfamily #agent twilight #loid forger #yor briar #anya #fanfic #fake fam real feels

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