#they call Yor for an assignment and she has to say no

[piracytheorist]

someone: how angsty do you want your identity reveal scenario to be?

me: so what if right after Anya's powers are revealed Twilight asks her why she tricked him into adopting her, if she was put into it by someone else in order to expose him, and Anya tries to tell him she wanted to help and he asks why would you want to help me and she's like "because you want a peaceful world where children don't cry" and he nearly has a flashback triggered by that and she runs and hugs his legs saying she wants to help and be good and Twilight just. Pushes her away. Gently and without physically hurting her but emotionally it's a massacre. And he sees her devastated face because of his rejection and realizes he has now caused her the pain he never wanted to see on another child's face, and he thanks whatever lucky stars he doesn't deserve that Yor is there because he cannot process anything else and just leaves out the door, leaving Anya to bawl in Yor's arms :)

[yumeka-sxf]

Japanese Linguistic Observations in Spy x Family - part 4

Part 4 - Furigana and double meanings

I discussed in Part 2 how Japanese is comprised of three different alphabets: hiragana and katakana (together referred to as "kana") which represent pronunciation, and kanji which represent meaning. With there being over 2,000 kanji in common use, as well as various ways to pronounce any one kanji character depending on the word it's in, children learn kanji gradually throughout their school years. So manga and books aimed at a younger audience will typically have kanji "translations." These are comprised of small kana called furigana which are printed to the right of the kanji to show how to pronounce it. In the below panel for example, the one word that has a kanji is the 嬉 in 嬉しい. The furigana shows that 嬉 is pronounced うれ ("ure") to make the adjective "ureshii" (happy).

Sometimes manga authors will use furigana+kanji in creative ways to convey different meanings to words that specifically suit their story/characters. This alternate way of translating kanji is called 当て字 (ateji). One way of using ateji is to help introduce fictional terminology. In SxF for example, Ostania and Westalis are made-up words, but Endo assigns them their own kanji: 東国 for Ostania and 西国 for Westalis. The second kanji for both of them is 国 which means "country," and the first kanji for Ostania is 東 which means "east" while 西 for Westalis means "west." However, to differentiate them from the actual words these kanji represent ("toukoku" and "saikoku," which mean "eastern country" and "western country" respectively), Endo writes out their pronunciations in katakana next to the kanji. You can see this in the panels below.

Even though they're not real words, by assigning them kanji that represent what they are – "east country" and "west country" – even without any context, Japanese readers get more information about these terms than English readers do thanks to the use of kanji and furigana.

Another way manga authors can use ateji to suit their needs is by telling readers to pronounce otherwise normal Japanese words in the "language" they want. For example, the word used for "codename" in SxF is 暗号名, which is a real word that is pronounced "angoumei." However, when we look at the furigana that Endo assigns to it, he specifically tells us to pronounce it like the English word "codename" (コードネーム).

Since SxF is a series that takes place in a fictional version of Europe, Endo must have found it more fitting to use English for specific keywords like this.

While the above examples are fairly common throughout all manga, especially those that have a lot of fictional terminology, Endo also gets creative with using ateji to form double meanings that lend insight into the characters' thoughts/feelings. And we get one of the best examples of this in the very first chapter:

This is the scene where Twilight's saying that he became a spy to create a world where children don't have to cry. The word for children, 子ども, should be pronounced "kodomo," however, the furigana is telling us to pronounce it as じぶん (jibun), which means "self." By creating this double meaning of Twilight saying he'll make a world where children and/or he himself doesn't have to cry, points out in a subtle yet poignant way just how much Twilight's trauma as a child shaped his determination to make sure other children don't have to suffer the same fate. It's a brilliant way of showing a deeper side of the character that he wouldn't outwardly show.

A similar example occurs in chapter 49 during the cruise arc, in the scene where Yor is guarding the room at night, thinking about how she was dragging her feet during the Barnaby fight. Her last thought during that scene is wondering what she's fighting for, however, even though the word used is いばら姫 (ibarahime), which means "Thorn Princess," the furigana tells us to pronounce it as わたし, which is the "I"/"me" pronoun that Yor uses.

The ambiguity of reading the word as "I" or as "Thorn Princess" emphasizes how she's struggling with her Thorn Princess identity at that time. It can almost have a different meaning when reading it one way or the other. For example, reading it as わたしは何のため ("For what reason am I [doing this]…) or as いばら姫は何のため ("For what reason is Thorn Princess [doing this]…) gives the impression that she's trying to distance herself from "Thorn Princess"…that she's unconsciously seeing herself and "Thorn Princess" as different people.

Another example that's not as deep but still interesting is from chapter 87, where Sylvia visits Fiona in the hospital and tells her not to push herself so hard, even for his sake, with "his" referring to Twilight. The kanji used is 黄昏 (tasogare) which means "Twilight," but the furigana translation is あいつ (aitsu) which means "that guy/that person."

This is a clever way to use kanji/furigana to indicate that Sylvia is indeed aware of Fiona's feelings for Twilight by having her not refer to him by name, but also informing the reader that she definitely knows who she's talking about.

I also find it interesting that all three of these examples are spoken from a character we're viewing from behind. I think it's just a coincidence, but still interesting 😅

I'll wrap up with one more example from chapter 58, where Loid notes that his understanding of Bond is lacking, just like Anya. Once again, the word for children, 子ども (kodomo) is used (Loid likes making double meanings with that word, doesn't he?) but the furigana translates it to アーニャ(Anya).

I interpret this as him saying he needs to understand children better, but he specifically means Anya (even though he doesn't want to admit his particular yearning to understand her).

If you're wondering how the anime handles these ateji, it seems to vary. In the anime version of the chapter 1 example, Loid says the correct kanji translation "kodomo," but in the chapter 49 example, Yor says the furigana translation "watashi."

The anime seems to use the reading that would make the most sense if spoken out loud by the character.

I haven't read enough manga in Japanese to say that this use of furigana+kanji to create double meanings is a common thing, but even if it is, I'm sure Endo has his own unique style of doing it. I know there's more examples in SxF that I missed, and unfortunately I don't have the time to look through every chapter to find them. But if you happen to come across any others, feel free to let me know 😃 I may amend this post or create another one if more interesting examples pop up.

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[jamethinks]

I like writing fan fiction as so I often come up with random hcs to help the fill the gaps, develop (or predict) relationships or just add an additional layer of complexity to a story. Sometimes it gets banished to the fic but sometimes it becomes so fixated it appears every time to the point you’d think it was actually canon.

So here some more Spyxfamily head canons: Forgers edition

(I don’t remember what I put in the previous renditions so there might be a few repeats)

Twilight is half French (mom) half German (dad) and is fluent in both languages as well as English and Swiss (I wonder why)

After spending so much time with him, Twilight has sometimes acts as immature as Yuri (he gets so tired he just resorts to mocking)

Anya’s favorite colour isn’t pink people just assume it is and give her pink things. She actually prefers darker muted colours but is forced to dress in pastels

Anya’s hair isn’t pink or at least that’s not how people would describe it, instead they say a soft brown colour

After Twilight barely made any progress, Handler assigned herself as Anya’s godmother (a friend of Anya’s mom) and occasionally steals Anya

Becky takes ballet classes because it makes Martha happy but she sucks and hates it so she’s convinced Anya to join in torture

Twilight reads Anya detective/spy books to help improve her literacy skills

Anya was very skinny and light when she was first adopted so Twilight would carry her around like a bag of flour but now she’s a lot chubbier and he actually gets pain in his back and arm because of it

Westalians eat a mainly vegetarian diet with the only common meats being Chicken and fish while Ostanians love red meats and consider a meal incomplete without it. So when they first started living together Twilight started with a more Westalian diet but Yor almost died so he had to do more research (for the mission)

Technically Anya is Ostanian but she actively chooses to identify as Westalian (it’s what on her birth certificate)

Anya has so many toys some of them have to be stored in Twilight’s empty ass bedroom

After their parents died, Yuri and Yor were left in the custody of their aunt who mysteriously disappeared one day

Twilight practices making French pastries with Anya (for developmental purposes not bonding or to pass on culture, it’s for the mission) and she obviously butchers them every time and when they’re done they give it to Yuri and pretends Yor made them

Because Twilight’s mom was French and he pulls a lot from her when dealing with Anya (his dad was too aggressive) he ends up saying a lot of French words and phrases with her which she doesn’t understand

He calls her ma douce which (according to google) means my sweet. I chose that one because he often tells her “doucement” which means slowly/gently and eventually just started saying douce and giving up. He also calls her Cancard because she’s always waddling about

[heyiwrotesomethings]

She’s The Housekeeper Prt8: Penguin Park

Yor Briar/ Forger x She/ Her Reader

A/N: Prt7 Prt9 Here is the big chapter! I’m planning to do at least one more chapter to bring in Bond but after that I think I’ll be done with this story. I hope you all like this chapter! Thank you for reading! Word Count: 4,515

Another night filled with assignments.

Loid could hardly make it into the apartment building, he was that tired. For as much as HQ wanted him to continue this perfect family charade, they were not making it very easy for him to do so.

As he shuffled into the apartment complex, his ears perked up when he heard voices further down the hall. It was the neighbors again, and what they were saying stopped him cold in his tracks.

“That man from across the hall is working late again I see.” One snidely remarked, earning a round of acknowledging huffs from the other women.

“That poor little girl must feel so neglected. I rarely see the three of them together.”

“Yes, and don’t even get me started on the live-in housekeeper!”

All the women voiced exasperated sounds of agreement before diving in on the topic anyway. Loid stuck close to the wall and continued to listen in.

“So he’s definitely having an affair with her, right?”

Loid nearly choked.

“I wouldn’t be surprised. He seems the type. With how often he’s out god-knows-where, he’s probably got a handful of mistresses to hop between.

Hardly. Loid’s eye twitched and he rubbed at his face while still listening to the assassination of his character, and then (Y/n)’s as well.

“She is so antisocial!” One piped up, “She seems like a nice young woman on the surface, but whenever I offer to introduce her to the strapping young men in my family, she turns up her nose. Seems she only has an eye for married men who can fill her bank account.”

Loid covered his mouth in surprise. These women were ruthless in their gossip. If (Y/n) had heard any of this, he could only imagine how furious she would be, not to mention how Yor would feel as well. Even he was beyond offended on her behalf, but he couldn’t exactly cut in and tell them off, that would probably do more harm than good.

“Maybe he lost his job and he’s too embarrassed to go home?” Another speculated, “Can’t bear to face his heartbroken wife and money grubbing mistress without a paycheck.”

Loid’s hands fell to his sides in fists. He had been careless it seemed. He had been so busy with his other missions, that he had neglected his role here, and now rumors were flying like crazy. He’d have to do something about that, and soon. If it blew into some bigger conspiracy that got to the school, he hated to think how that would affect Anya.

Of course Anya knew that their family was… unconventional, she seemed to know that she probably shouldn’t call (Y/n) mama in public, even if she forgot at times. Loid could only imagine how the high society parents would object and cause a scene and how cruel their children could be as well once they heard... Loid couldn’t let Anya be exposed to such bigoted attitudes.

He slunk back from the hall and ran swiftly up the stairs to their apartment door, startling the trio coloring in the living room with his hasty entrance.

“We’re going out next weekend!” He declared, then directed his attention to Anya, “Where do you want to go?”

“Uh, Loid? You should sit down. You look ill.” (Y/n) suggested.

“Yes, you should get some rest.” Yor agreed.

“Ah, is that a penguin?” Loid asked, ignoring the two women to observe Anya’s drawing, “Let’s go to the aquarium then!”

(Y/n) and Yor shared a puzzled look, before Yor addressed Loid again.

“Not that I wouldn’t enjoy an outing, but what is this about?”

“We need to do everything we can to keep looking like a normal, happy family to keep up the appearances of our pretend marriage. An outing is just what we need.”

“Anya’s excited!”

“Then it’s settled.” Loid nodded with a smile.

The evening was mostly normal from there, until Anya was put to bed. Loid was honestly a bit fearful about explaining to Yor and (Y/n) what he had heard (minimal details of course), but even more so he was afraid of what he needed to ask of (Y/n) during that outing.

“Are you serious?” (Y/n) spoke tightly, her tone unusually high, “They really think you and I—?!”

“That is what I heard.” Loid affirmed, interlacing his fingers and rubbing his thumbs together.

“An affair! I can’t believe it!” She quietly screamed while Yor blinked owlishly at her side, still processing the accusation.

“They couldn’t be more wrong! …Well, actually, they are kind of right… but they’ve put together the wrong people!” (Y/n) ranted as she paced the room. She crossed her arms and turned on her heel to stalk towards Loid.

“So this is what the outing is for, right? For you three to go out and look like the perfect family to make them think we aren’t being… intimate?” (Y/n) shuddered at the word in that context.

“Yes, but… (Y/n), I was hoping you would come too.”

“That would look bad one hundred percent, Loid.” (Y/n) shook her head. “Or if you think you’ll ease suspicion by having me dressed up in that stupid uniform while I haul your souvenirs behind you all day, you can go—“

“No, no, of course that’s not what I’m suggesting, but what I am asking you to do won’t be easy nevertheless.”

“What is it?” Yor tentatively asked.

Loid sighed, and rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Remember my friend, Franky?”

“Yeah, what about him?” (Y/n) asked warily.

“Could you please pretend to be on a date with him when we go to the aquarium?”

Yor’s mouth fell open in surprise, nearly breaking her neck with how fast she turned to look at (Y/n) and Loid braced himself for yelling, but (Y/n) was deathly quiet, expressionless. Somehow that was worse.

(Y/n) took in a few deep breaths through her nose, releasing one long, final breath before looking back to Loid with irritated and tired eyes.

“He knows it’s just pretend, right?”

“Of course.”

“And how long do we have to keep it up?”

“It will be most important to time an introduction with some of the neighbors in the hallway before we leave, after that, you two can treat it like any casual outing once we are there. We may have to plan similar outings in the future though…”

Yor’s head whipped back and forth like she was watching a tennis match. (Y/n) wasn’t really agreeing to having a fake boyfriend, was she? Rationally, Yor knew that if Loid was suggesting it, it was probably necessary, and it wasn’t like the relationship would be any more real than her fake marriage, but the idea of her partner going on a date with someone else made her feel the need to snap some bones to fight off the uncomfortable burning in her chest.

“I swear this just keeps getting more and more convoluted.” (Y/n) groaned, sitting down hard on the couch beside Yor who watched her intently, “I trust that you wouldn’t be bringing this up if you had any other options, so I’ll do it, but I swear Loid, if this lie keeps evolving like this I can’t imagine we will be able to keep up with it for very long.”

“I know.” Loid nodded solemnly.

“Um,” Yor cleared her throat, grasping at (Y/n)’s sleeve, “are you sure you want to do this, darling? I’m sure we could find another way.”

“As long as those old biddies see me as some untethered, marriage killing floozy, there really isn’t anything else we can do. As long as they think there is an affair going on, our family image will continue to appear tarnished.”

Yor frowned, sucking in her lower lip. (Y/n) stroked her hand comfortingly.

“It’ll be no different from the pretend marriage you and Loid have. You don’t have to look so concerned.” She promised, trying to ease Yor’s mind with a smile.

But it would be different. Yor didn’t think she could handle being in the position that (Y/n) had been in ever since this pretend marriage began. Watching on as her lover walked beside someone else, holding their hand... the burning in Yor’s chest grew hotter. (Y/n) was far stronger than her when it came to these things it would seem.

“If you’re certain.” Yor murmured.

(Y/n) squeezed Yor’s hand and brought her attention back to Loid.

“We’re going to need a story.”

“Right.”

***

“Loid, are you sick?”

“Maybe we should postpone?” Yor asked, ashamedly hopeful.

Loid shook his head as he fumbled with his sunglasses. He wasn’t sick, just severely sleep deprived from speeding through all of his missions that week to make this work. He couldn’t back out now. Especially not when Anya was so excited.

“I’m perfectly fine,” he said, staring down hard at his watch. He wiped his sleeve over the face to clean what he thought must have been a smudge, but it was still blurry. Nevermind, Franky would probably be up to meet them soon and he could already hear the neighbors gossiping in the hall so it was go time.

“Fall out, Forgers’,” he ordered, grasping the doorknob successfully on the second try and opening the door to let Anya run excitedly into the hall with Yor and (Y/n) following after her.

“Oh, Forgers’!” One of the neighbors blinked in surprise at seeing the family together, then her eyes found (Y/n) in her casual wear. She gave (Y/n) a tight smile, “And Ms. (L/n), of course.”

“Good morning,” (Y/n) waved, smile just as insincere.

“It’s rare to see you all together. What is the occasion?” One of the other neighbors asked.

“We’re going to the aquarium.” Loid shared.

“Oh, all of you?” The woman asked, side-eying (Y/n).

“Miss Anya insisted,” (Y/n) chuckled politely, “I couldn’t refuse, especially once my boyfriend caught wind of the idea. Ah, here he comes now.”

“Hello, my darling! Ah, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

Everyone followed (Y/n)’s gaze to Franky as he strode up the hallway towards them with a big smile on his face.

“Oh stop it, you just saw me yesterday.” (Y/n) said with faux embarrassment.

It was true, they had seen each other yesterday, and just about every day that week to get their story straight for today. (Y/n) had dreaded it initially, but Franky was easy to get along with, a bit of a scamp, but a good guy.

“You know me,” Franky grinned cheekily, kissing the back of (Y/n)’s hand, “even a minute without you is a minute too long.” He winked.

(Y/n) smiled wryly in response before sharing her well-crafted and practiced introductions. Easily meeting every prying question with tactful responses, sometimes letting Franky take the reins as well to really send the message home that they were definitely a couple.

They had decided they had been together for a year and a half, a long distance relationship because of Franky’s job. Hence why he wasn’t around. Not to mention how unprofessional it would be for (Y/n) to have her boyfriend over while she worked. The neighbors ate up the simple reserved, responsible young woman act she peddled with a spoon. She could see their view of her slowly change before her eyes.

“Oh dear, why didn’t you say you were being courted by this sweet man before?”

Ah yes, (Y/n) didn’t forget about Mrs. Matchmaker, who apparently decided awhile ago that, ‘No thank you, I’m not looking for a relationship,’ translated to, ‘I’m having too much fun chasing after a married man to meet your stupid nephew.’.

“My (Y/n) can be so shy, it’s incredible,” Franky chuckled while (Y/n) hid half of her face behind her hand and adverted her eyes, “she gets so nervous around people sometimes that she probably didn’t even think to mention me. Don’t worry, dear. I’m not hurt.”

“Franky!” (Y/n) quietly admonished, turning away.

She heard the neighbor women chuckle knowingly and rolled her eyes hard at the wall. If being a corpse cleaner stopped paying, perhaps she could try her hand at acting.

“As entertaining as this is, we had better be on our way,” Loid said, sensing it was a good time to wrap up, “good seeing you.”

“Oh yes, have a good day then.”

“Say hello to the penguins for me, little Miss Anya.”

“Good talking with you all.”

“Oh we nailed that.” (Y/n) smiled smugly as soon as they all piled into the car. Loid and Franky in the front while she, Yor and Anya sat in the back.

“You almost even had me convinced.” Franky turned to face her with a grin. “You sure you don’t want to have a nice, romantic dinner with me?”

“Pfft, yeah I’m busy that day.”

“I didn’t even say when!”

“Mhm, as I said. Busy.” (Y/n) laughed, Franky pouted but joined in soon after.

Yor’s smile was stiff as she tried to busy herself by looking out the window. Try as she might to remind herself that their relationship was an act, it still worried her that (Y/n) and Franky seemed to get along despite the circumstances. The sooner they could go back to their normal routine, the better, but she would still try to enjoy the day and not think about feeding Franky to the crabs and other bottom feeders piece by piece for placing his lips even just against the skin of (Y/n)’s hand. She didn’t know how (Y/n) made it until Yuri crossed the line before breaking down.

Loid parked near the subway station and everyone piled out of the car. While they waited for the train to pull into the station, Loid took drink requests and Franky went with him to be an extra pair of hands.

Yor watched fondly as (Y/n) and Anya guessed what kind of animals they would see. Her momentary mental tranquility was quickly brought down as the men made their return.

“M’lady,” Franky bowed, presenting (Y/n) with her drink.

“Thank you, my good sir.” (Y/n) gave a mock curtesy in return.

When it came time to board the train, Yor couldn’t help but maneuver in such a way that guaranteed the spot in the booth beside (Y/n), leaving as little space between them as possible.

“How are you holding up?” (Y/n) whispered.

“Hm?” Yor feigned ignorance, but she wasn’t fooling her partner in the slightest.

“Hey,” (Y/n) whispered under her breath, though Loid, Franky and Anya were well engrossed in their penguin talk and no one else in the subway car seemed to be paying them any mind, “I love you, you know.”

“I know…” Yor worried the hem of her sleeve between her fingers.

“Try to enjoy the aquarium. Then we can cuddle up with some hot cocoa when we get home.”

Yor managed a small smile and nodded. She did like the sound of that. Loid did say the hard part was behind them since they put on their show for the neighbors. Now they could just relax and enjoy the day.

Unfortunately, none of them had foreseen running into more of their nosey neighbors at the aquarium.

“Oh Forgers and…?”

(Y/n) sighed inwardly and stepped up beside Franky to make introductions again. Once everyone was aquatinted, Loid clapped his hands together, ready to move on from the other group and get to his mission, but Yor spoke up instead.

“Why don’t you join us? The more the merrier, right?”

(Y/n) and Loid only just barely managed to hide their shock and disbelief while the neighbors eagerly agreed to the plan. This was the last thing Yor wanted to do, believe her, but if they needed more opportunities to present themselves like a real family to get these people off of their backs, then so be it. If they needed to appear normal, they needed to be more chummy with their neighbors in situations like this, even if that meant…

“Let’s go look at the penguins, my dear. I know how much you love them!” Franky beamed, interlocking his elbow with (Y/n)’s.

Yor’s smile twitched. Franky was much too eager to continue the charade for her liking.

“Yes, starting with the penguins sounds perfect. Is that alright with everyone?” Loid asked, receiving murmured approvals in reply.

Yor could at least take solace in how much Anya was enjoying herself. However, it didn’t take very long before Loid said he needed to get more drinks and left. Then Franky slapped his hands against the enclosure guardrail.

“I got it! (Y/n), come with me!”

“Huh? But—“

Franky pulled (Y/n) away and the neighbors chuckled at their antics while Yor bared down harder on the guard rail to try to keep her sudden bloodlust at bay. Where was Franky taking her (Y/n)? Why was Loid so thirsty today? And where was Anya going—

And where was Anya going?

“Miss Anya, wait!”

But she had already disappeared into the crowd. Yor turned her head every which way, looking for any of the other adults

who were supposed to be responsible for this child along with her, but saw none of them. It looked like she was on her own.

“Excuse me,” she chuckled awkwardly, leaving the neighbors behind. Hopefully this wouldn’t reflect too badly on them.

Meanwhile, (Y/n) watched on as Franky tried name after name to win a giant penguin plush. After the next failed attempt left the man with his head in his hands (Y/n) chimed in,

“Why are you doing this anyway?”

“Why am I doing this? (Y/n), don’t you know how dates are supposed to go? If I win this thing and give it to you, that’s like, a bazillion happily dating couple points!”

“I don’t think we need to worry about it that much. We’ve already done a pretty convincing job. Just breaking off from the group like this is probably filling their heads with all kinds of ideas.” (Y/n) tried not to think too hard on that.

Also, (Y/n) actually wanted to enjoy all of what the aquarium had to offer. Anya looked so cute running around to visit all of the exhibits. She wanted to be a part of that, not be stuck at this booth all day.

Another wrong guess, she sighed inwardly and gave Franky a sympathetic shrug which was met with gearing up for another guessing attempt. She hoped Yor was enjoying herself at least. Hopefully Loid didn’t take to long getting back so he could distract her from her absence.

Yor was not enjoying herself, but she wasn’t worried about (Y/n) at that moment either.

“Miss Anya? Where did you go, Miss Anya?” Yor called out in between asking passers by if they had seen a little pink-haired girl.

Oh dear, where did she go? When was Loid going to come back? Why did Franky have to steal (Y/n) away? She needed help!

“Mama!”

Yor perked up and turned around. Immediate relief washed over her as Anya come into view in another hallway. That relief was quickly replaced with concern once she saw she was on the coattails of a stranger. Anya hastily yelled,

“Mama, I’m being kidnapped!”

Yor’s expression became steely as she began her pursuit. She caught up quickly and spun Anya into her protective embrace with dizzying speed. Glaring hard at the man, her foot found home under his jaw.

“What are you are doing to my daughter?!” She yelled, the force she exerted rocketed him through a ceiling tile, lodging his head within, his legs still dangling in plain view.

“Wow.” Anya blinked, watching the man’s legs sway.

‘Oh no, I definitely over did it! I hope he’s not dead!’ Yor whined to herself.

She would need to find (Y/n) to help her take care of the corpse if that was the case. At least then they could be alone together.

“Are you alright, Miss Anya?”

“Mhm, thank you mama.” This would definitely help Anya’s papa with his mission.

“Ahhh, you had me so worried,” Yor sighed, resting her head atop Anya’s while she held her in her arms, “Let’s get back to the group now.”

“Okay mama.”

Yor was disappointed to see that (Y/n) had yet to return and surprisingly, neither had Loid. She put on the most convincing smile she could and apologized to the neighbors for the Forgers’ sudden scattering.

“Oh don’t worry about it dear.” One of the older women assured.

“It can’t be easy raising a little one. Especially when your husband hasn’t come back at all yet… he must be cheating on you. Who takes this long to get a drink?”

“How awful.” The other agreed.

“Um,” Yor felt strangely guilty that Loid was the one under all of this scrutiny when she was the one technically having an affair, “That’s not…“

“Yor, sorry I took so long.”

Everyone turned to see Loid walking up with a giant stuffed penguin in his arms, and a bitter looking Franky and a bored (Y/n) flanking him as they walked up.

“Taadaaa.” Loid smiled, presenting the plush to Anya.

“Penguin!” Anya joyously cheered, hugging the penguin that was twice her size.

“Wow, so cute! Where did you get that?” Yor asked.

“It was a prize from a penguin guessing game. Once I saw it, I knew I had to win it for Anya. I played over and over until I got it right. I lost track of the time though, sorry I was gone so long,” he added sheepishly.

Everyone else ate that up, except for Anya of course and then Franky further distracted from the group’s previous topic by adding his grievances.

“I can’t believe while I was working so hard to win that penguin for my lady, you were standing somewhere amongst the crowd, waiting to take away all my glory!”

“Miss Anya will take better care of that penguin than I ever could.” (Y/n) assured. She only wished Loid could have guessed correctly faster to save her from standing in place. She watched the nearby tropical fish exhibit for so long, she could probably draw out a prefect replica.

“Wow, you’re a better father than I thought.” One of the women blinked, mildly impressed.

“Oh, thank you.” Loid smiled.

‘I wouldn’t thank someone for a “complement” like that.’ (Y/n) thought to herself as she bit her tongue in an effort to keep any snark she held to herself. She turned to watch Yor and Anya play with the stuffed penguin and felt more at peace.

“I’m just a simple father trying to keep my footing as I protect my happy little family.” Loid spoke tenderly, working his magic on the middle-aged women.

Looks like today had worked out after all.

“Let’s go see the dolphin show!” Anya was already lugging the penguin towards the exhibit.

“Good idea!” (Y/n) agreed, happy to finally see more of what the aquarium had to offer.

“Come on, Forger! Speed it up!” Franky teased, fully aware of the antics Loid had been up to all day.

“Can we slow down a bit maybe?” Loid asked. The poor man was crashing faster than an airplane out of fuel.

Still, he wouldn’t trade this moment of peace for anything in the world. He’d enjoy every second of it.

***

Anya was enjoying her morning after her busy day at the aquarium yesterday, by showing her penguin around their ‘hideout’.

“This is agent papa, he can do anything.” She explained to the penguin as she moved around the living room.

“And this is agent mama, she’s super strong, but bad at everything else.”

“Am I that much of a failure?” Yor bemoaned.

“Of course not darling, you are good at plenty of things.” (Y/n) assured as she prepared breakfast in the kitchen.

“And that is agent mama, not to be confused with other agent mama, she keeps the hideout squeaky clean and makes the yummiest food. The three of them together are Anya’s most trusted lackeys.” Anya nodded to herself, a pleased smile upon her lips. Then she continued on her path, dragging the penguin behind her.

She was running out of places to visit. She knew she shouldn’t be in their rooms without permission… but it was much too tempting for the little girl.

“The most top-secret rooms of the hideout. Papa and the mamas’ rooms.”

What wonders could she stumble upon in her spy father’s room or her assassin mother’s room? Special knives? Bombs? Acid? Her fingers barely touched the door knob before she was quickly pulled away, feet dangling off of the ground.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” Loid yelled, more so out of worry for Anya’s well-being than anger. He had a lot of dangerous things in his room after all.

“How many times do I have to tell you to not go in my room without permission?”

The combination of the surprise of being grabbed and the tone of Loid’s voice caused Anya to burst into tears.

“I— Anya, don’t cry. There’s dangerous things like scissors and heaters in there and I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” Loid spoke more softly.

“Yes, you shouldn’t go into mine and (Y/n)’s room either.” Yor added gently. Too many needles and poisons, acids and cleaners. They could probably blow up the whole apartment building if they weren’t stored properly.

“Papa and mama, I hate you both!” Anya wailed, running to the kitchen and hoping for a bit of sympathy from (Y/n). Unfortunately, (Y/n) was in the middle of carrying a scalding hot pan to the plates as Anya ran into her thighs at full speed.

Thankfully, (Y/n)’s grip and balance stayed firm, but the scare of almost dumping hot food and oil over the little girl lead (Y/n) to shout,

“Miss Anya! No running in the kitchen, I could have seriously hurt you!” She scolded.

“Anya hates mama too!” Anya bawled, “Anya’s going to run away from home!”

The three adults jolted as if they had been struck by lightning, each feeling more awful the longer Anya cried. (Y/n) tried to console, but Anya kept crying until Loid picked up the Penguin and hid his flushed face in its soft back.

“A-agent Anya, there’s no time for crying. World peace is on the line!” Loid said, speaking in a higher tone that would have had (Y/n) struggling not to laugh if Anya hadn’t just said she hated her twenty seconds ago.

(Y/n) saw Yor grab a robot and followed suit by grabbing Anya’s pink chimera plush.

“L-let’s wrap up the hideout tour and go on our next mission.”

“Yes, let’s go beat the bad guys!” Robot Yor agreed.

“We’ll teach them not to mess with us!” Chimera (Y/n) chimed in.

Anya sniffled, but that seemed to have appeased her. She wiped her nose and commanded the three of them to follow her lead to the candy store.

It was a rather embarrassing outing for Loid, Yor and (Y/n), but to see Anya smile and laugh so happily, it made having to go out in public with toys over their faces and silly voices leading to giggling strangers worth it.

[marchtooctober]

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

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

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

"Borf!"

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

Anya turned to him with a shocked face then protested.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"H-Huh? Are you sure?"

"It's just anatomy memorization."

Then Loid turned to Anya.

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

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

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

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

"Okay, I'm going now."

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

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

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

"Okey dokey!"

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

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

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

"Mama! Will Papa go back soon?"

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

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

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

Anya stared at Yor with wide eyes.

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

"Is Papa going to take long?"

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

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

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

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

"I'll take out my bag."

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

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

"Loid asked me to help you with anatomy."

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

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

Anya opened handed her book to Yor.

"There." She pointed at the bookmarked portion.

"This is... bugs?!"

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

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

"Oh... Is that so?"

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

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

"The head, thowrox and addowmen."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yey! Chocolate!"

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

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

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

"Mama..."

Yor snapped back and turned to Anya.

"Hm?"

"Mama... Papa is-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fowrt?"

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

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

"Hm! Hm!" Anya nodded along enthusiastically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really?! Can we?!"

"Of course!"

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

"We're done, Anya!"

"We did it!"

"Borf!"

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

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

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

"Yay!"

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

"Papa!"

Loid went in with tired steps.

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

His eyes then found Anya.

"You!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Okey dokey!"

"Go ahead and play."

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

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

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

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

"So how was the patient?" Yor asked.

It took him a moment to respond.

"About that..."

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

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

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

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

"That's a relief then."

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

"Papa." Anya suddenly called out.

"Yes?"

"Come inside the fort!"

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

"But it's fun here, Papa!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just what are you doing?" Loid asked.

Anya is finally out of the blankets.

"Papa! Can you fix the fowrt?"

"You can just fix it again with Yor."

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

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

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

"Yes!" Anya cheered.

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

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

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

"Don't talk while eating."

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

"Yey! So cool!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let's stay together..."

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay, after you." Said Loid.

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

"This is nice!" Anya said delightfully.

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

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

"Right..." Loid agreed.

"Good night!"

"It's afternoon, Anya."

"Good afternoon nap!" Anya corrected herself.

"Sleep tight, everyone." Added Yor.

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

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

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

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

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

[victorian-platence]

It's only after it has been proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that not only the country you claim to come from but you yourself do not exist that Yuri takes you in his protection. He doesn't really know why, but your voice seething "you bastards, you wouldn't know holiness if it slapped you in the face with a halo" it rings in his head for hours afterwards and when his superiors offer to take you off his hands, he thinks "please not them! Please don't hurt them! My mum is discreet" and he just can't.

It doesn't take long for him to find out you despise anything that remotely smacks of the military. Once you understand that Yuri doesn't intend to kill you, you get bold. You don't cry, you howl, and you call him foul bastard. You talk a lot of shit that you don't even understand. But everything you say, you believe in your heart of hearts to be truth and Yuri respects that. He gets defensive because you don't understand, he would do anything to protect Ostania and its people. But you are right that he is bastard. That he doesn't hold life sacred, that his hands are bloody and will continue to be. He wouldn't be able to tell holiness apart from the rays of the sun if it hit him with a halo. And the temper, the banter dies in his throat.

On and off, in between assignments, Yuri tries to investigate how you could have been thrown into this world. Because from the fabrics of your clothes, the stitching methods, to your accent, to the history you claim, only another dimension could explain you. And your appearence, through a sudden black hole, certainly feeds into the extra dimensional theory.

He starts teaching you history lessons. You debate his own history to him. You say things that would make Yuri arrest any one else for treason. He doesn't know why he doesn't give you in to the base to be dealt with accordingly.

"But how do you know? Who benefits from this laws? Exactly why is an unmarried woman suspicious? Tell me again how this one woman, comitting one terrorist act, being single, translates to every single woman over the age of twenty five representing a danger? Why is her status as a single woman the defining quality? It seems rather abstract, rather targetted. Why her civil status and not her hair, the brand of clothes she wore or the neighbourhood she lived in. If you believe so certainly in the power of indoctrination, pardon, education, why not be sure that people have been educated not to commit treasonous acts, if you live so plentifully what is there to rebel against, to betray? Doesn't seem to make sense. It seems to me, more like you want to control women, push them forever onto the roles of mother and wife and never let them be more than that.

But your words catch something deep inside of him. Something that wants for everything to be better always. Because he wants Yor to live in the best country possible, live the best, happiest life she can live. And you, you get him wondering if maybe his dear sister did not marry that stupid, horrible, Loidy because she felt pressured to do so to avoid suspicions. Yuri hates him with a passion. He hates you a little too. Because you make him feel responsible for that. You question and poke and prode and you make Yuri think, think and think and he wants to prove you wrong.

He wants to prove you wrong.

He might not know how to tell apart the holy from the sun, he might not have built an altar to the sacredness of human life the way you have. But there's this one time you said, "maybe in another life you would have been a good man. But you aren't, are you? You are not a good man. You are so bloody." Maybe he doesn't hand you in to be dealt with, maybe he lets you talk and talk because he wants to prove to you that he too can have something sacred.

Living with you is like living with a roommate who vaguely dislikes you. But he doesn't really dislike you. You grate on his nerves and you never shut up, and when he comes home in his uniform you look at him as if you could pick him apart limb for uniformed limb. Still, sometimes when you cook you leave some for him, and you always wash the dishes. You have found a way to befriend every cat Yuri didn't even know existed in the complex and they now gather by the front door and the window, they purr at him, look at him for treats and he never tells you, but he sort of likes them. There's a black one that reminds him of Yor, he always has treat for that one.

Sometimes he comes home to find you splayed on the sofa, drunk on his vodka and crying over your family and friends. You call out to them and when Yuri gets near you, you punch his chest lamely, you look at him with eyes made of glass and a face made scarlet and puffy. You blame him when you are like that sometimes. You apologize when you sober up but Yuri no longer holds it against you. Yuri would rather you blame him. It's better than when you eye him desperately, unfocused and so deeply sad something within his chest aches. Those times, you ask him "why? Why would the universe put me here? Why take me away? I want to go home, someone please let me go home." And Yuri can't do anything to let you go home, because your home doesn't exist in this world and he has no idea how to travel to yours and deep down he likes coming home to you. He is a selfish bastard, as you have well established, he doesn't really want you to go back. He likes the cats you feed, the dishes you make, the way you spice coffee with cinnamon, vanilla and just a dash of salt. He likes listening to you talk about books and once you find the humor to read his books he likes warring you over your interpretations. You get actually violent and threaten to punch him on one particular disagreement on the meaning of the word choice in a vampire novel he used to like years ago.

It's cute.

Yuri actually indulges you in a lighthearted spar about it.

It's a mistake.

Your laughter after he rolls away from you and you both catch your breaths gets him thinking about your chest. And once he starts thinking about you panting and pinned beneath him, he never stops.

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[lilac-5ky]

UNTITLED TAKASUGI FANFIC NO.23342124 (random numbers, don't take me seriously)

Plot: Takasugi requests demands the help of a Kiheitai member when it comes to dealing with a potential partner. However when he asks her to seduce the man, things take a rather unpredictable turn...

Warnings: It takes a while to get there but yes, HEAVY SMUT OKAY SERIOUSLY MINORS STAY AWAY, I WON'T WARN YOU AGAIN OKAY. Uhm, a bit of degradation/humilation in there too, it's a Takasugi fic after all, I don't know what you expected.

"You asked for me?" Knocking on the ajar door, you peeked your head through it. Inside the room stood Takasugi, who motioned for you to come in. Closing the door behind you, you walked towards him, wondering what the reason behind him calling you was. It was rather strange to be receiving a direct order from Takasugi, considering how it was usually Bansai or Henpeita or even Matako who assigned yor missions. To be standing before the leader of the Kiheitai was a rare occurrence.

With his kiseru in hand, Takasugi took a thorough look at you from head to toe, inspecting you as he walked around you in a circle. Unsure of his intentions, you stood still, awaiting his response.

"You are quite pretty." He said, puffing some smoke your way. Blinking, you looked at him in disbelief. What did he just say to you?

"I apologize, I must have misheard your words. What did you just say?" You inquired.

"You have a pretty face and your body is... well endowed. Have you been with a man before?" You felt your throat going sore at his question. Was Takasugi Shinsuke, leader of the Kiheitai, your boss in a sense, asking you about your sexual experiences while commenting on your looks? Was this actually happening?

"I... Excuse me, I don't mean to question your authority but what is the meaning of this?"

"Hmm, you are also well mannered. That's good to see. I think you will do." He went on as if he hadn't even heard your question. "Any other talents? Can you sing or play the shamisen? Dancing perhaps?"

Every question he asked was more bizarre than the previous one. You had no idea where he was getting at. Asking him more questions wouldn't get you any answers by the looks of it either. Sighing, you decided to just go along with it, perhaps that way you'd be able to understand what his goal was.

"I can sing and play the shamisen a bit, or at least I used to. And I..." Hesitating for a bit before speaking, you lowered your gaze momentarily. " I have been with a man before."

Looking at the man before you, it was hard to tell what was in his mind. His cold and apathetic expression gave out nothing while he kept on smoking instead of sating your curiosity. Even if there was a way to tell what he was thinking, you didn't really know him as a person and so decoding him was deemed to be an impossible task for you.

"You will accompany me tonight. There is someone stubborn enough to go against me and while I hate to admit it, we need his help." Takasugi explained as he walked towards his desk. " That old bastard has a weakness though." Placing his kiseru on top of his desk, he walked to you. "Pretty girls." Smirking, he reached his hand towards you, carefully brushing the back of his index against your cheek. " He'll do anything a pretty girl asks of him. Not only can we receive his aid but if you do a good enough job, maybe this will prove to be a rather prosperous partnership."

So he wanted you to sleep with him. Great.

"I'd ask Matako to do it but she... Nevermind" He said with a scoff. "I need you to do that one thing for me. Rest assured that you will be compensated for it by me personally." Taking a step back he walked once again towards his desk, picking up his kiseru. Bringing it to his lips, he paused before turning to face you. "I'll see you at 8. You may go." Not even waiting for your answer, he walked to the door, leaving you to stand in the empty room all by yourself.

So I don't even have a choice.

Being a Kiheitai member you had pledged yourself to Takasugi and his cause. Even if his methods were rather unorthodox at times, he had never failed to lead you to victory. When the man put his mind to something, he always saw it through, no matter the price. Being cunning and calculating, Takasugi was quite the strategist and as his soldier, obeying his orders was a no brainer. Still, the idea of actually sleeping with some probably ugly old man disgusted you beyond compare.

Guess I better get ready, you mumbled, as your steps brought you outside of the room.

Time went by pretty quickly as the sun set. It was a quarter till 8 and you were all dolled up; You were wearing a short red kimono that was laced with delicate white flowers, paired with a few golden hair ornaments for jewelry, as well as matching geta sandals. Your make up was simple yet complementary to your skin tone; red lips and a light blush that tinted your cheekbones. Pacing up and down in your room, you caught yourself looking at your own reflection in the mirror multiple times. It had been a long time since you had last dressed up like this and exposing so much of your body made you feel a bit uncomfortable. The kimono engulfed your hips and breasts perfectly while you had just barely exposed your cleavage and thighs for the sake of the mission. You are quite pretty, Takasugi's voice from earlier echoed in your head briefly. He could have chosen any other girl yet he had chosen you. Part of you felt prideful, not in a million years would you ever imagine that Takasugi Shinsuke would be calling you pretty so bluntly.

"Ready?" His voice interrupted your thoughts, making you turn around to face him. You hadn't even notice him entering the room.

Staring at him, you noticed how for once he wasn't dressed up in his usual purple yukata. Instead, he sported a simple black yukata, topped by an equally dark haori with red and orange flowers. Another noteable difference was the fact that there were no bandages around his left eye. He looked quite dashing, you thought to yourself, thankful that your cheeks had blush on them prior to seeing him.

His fingers were wrapped around his kiseru as he stared back at you. He eyed you from head to toe just like he previously did, however this time you could see a faint smile crawl up to his lips. "Thought so. Now let's go."

Leaving the ship, the two of you made your way to a black car that was waiting by the docks. The driver was a man you had never seen before, someone that the client had sent, most likely. Riding the car in silence, you looked outside the window. This was the first time in a while that you were able to be out and about. Being a Kiheitai member had its drawbacks, considering how hard it was to walk around the city. Everyone was out there to get you.

Looking at the people walk by, you couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. Families with their children, young couples in love and groups of friends laughing were all walking past you, seemingly enjoying themselves. For a second you wondered, what could life outside the Kiheitai be for you? Would you have friends like this? Would you be married, would you have kids? It was a silly thought to have considering your allegiances yet you couldn't help but feel envious of them.

"Nervous?" Takasugi inquired. You must have spaced out for quite a bit. Shaking your head, you turned to face him, faking a smile.

"Nah, it's fine. I just hope I do well."

"You will. Women like you leave lasting impressions." The way he spoke to you made your heart flutter briefly. He certainly had his way with words, you thought to yourself. A truly dangerous man, indeed, you noted while chuckling.

Soon enough, you reached the gates of a restaurant. It was an old traditional Japanese restaurant, surrounded by an array of mapple trees. Small lanterns were placed in a straight line as if creating a path towards the main entrance, where a man wearing waiter's attire awaited you.

"This way, please. Mister Kaneshiro is waiting for you inside." The man said with a gesture.

Taking a deep breath, Takasugi and you followed the man inside as he lead you to a room on the far east, away from where the common folk dined. That Kaneshiro must be really loaded.

As the waiter pulled on the sliding door to the room, you came face to face with the client. Kaneshiro was a short overweight man in his 50s, he had slick brown hair and tiny eyes. He was wearing a navy blue suit that left his chest exposed. Not too far from the image you had created in your mind, you thought. He was already seated behind a table that had all sorts of foods, from dumplings and udon, to steak and fish. Just looking at it made you sick, how could one stomach all of this?

"Mister Takasugi! Come in, come in." He said, his mouth full of unchewed food. "And you must be Y/N! My my, look at you, aren't you a doll." You stood still as he eyed you, trying your best to hide your disgust. If only this was a different kind of mission, your blade would be going through that mouth of his already.

Takasugi moved to the table, taking a seat in front of the man as he nodded towards him, signaling you to sit next to Kaneshiro. With a sigh, you tried to fake a smile as you sat next to the man. He stinked of alcohol, you noted.

"Between us, I can't wait for the actual dessert." Kaneshiro stated while laughing. The way he looked at you was giving you the chills. "Seriously, Takasugi, if I knew you had such lovely girls on board, I would have done business with you way earlier. Hell, I would have joined myself!"

Looking at Takasugi, you tried to find an ally in him, hoping that at least he could understand how you felt. That guy was actually outrageous! Not once had you encountered such sleaziness in just one man. Takasugi's gaze briefly met yours, a sympathetic look on his face. You watched as he reached the table, grabbing a bottle of sake. Laughing, he poured some alcohol to three glasses before offering them to each of you.

"You haven't changed at all, Kaneshiro. It brings me joy to see you so enamored by Y/N. She is quite the charmer, you'll find." Right. It shouldn't come as a surprise to you that this was all he had to say. Besides, you were there for business not pleasure.

The rest of the night went by in a flash. The two men talked about politics and about the cause. From what you understood, Kaneshiro was a weapon dealer, laundering money and weapons between Amanto and Joui factions alike. Men like him didn't care about ideals or allegiances, only money spoke to the likes of him.

While Takasugi kept Kaneshiro engaged to the conversation, you ate in silence, occassionally laughing whenever Kaneshiro said something he deemed to be funny. You hated the way you had to act but Takasugi left you with no choice. Disappointing him was the last thing you wanted to do.

Once the three of you finished dining, the waiter walked back in with the intention of gathering the plates. Waiting for him to get out of the room, you found yourself glancing over at Takasugi. Although the night was going well, he didn't seem as pleased as you thought he'd be. Sure, he also went along with Kaneshiro's whims but it seemed like something was eating his brain. He tried to hide it but you could see him sulking a bit. So there was something the great Takasugi Shinsuke couldn't handle, you thought while chuckling to yourself. It felt nice to at least have a thing in common with him.

The more you stared at Takasugi the more you started wishing that Kaneshiro was more like him. Takasugi wasn't only exceptionally intelligent, no, he was actually quite charming too. All night long, his witty remarks flew past Kaneshiro who couldn't even grasp the situation. Although subtle, you had caught him humoring the man quite a bit, a fact to which Kaneshiro was oblivious. It was refreshing to see that your boss had a sense of humor after all.

Once the waiter was out of the room, you felt Kaneshiro's hand roaming your thigh freely underneath. Unable to suppress your surprise, you flinched away, earning a hearty laughter from him. "Relax dear, I haven't even started yet!" He exclaimed. How on earth were you supposed to go through with this? All night long you waited for the dinner to be over yet now that it was coming to its end, you found yourself trapped in your own desperation.

As if reading your thoughts, you saw Takasugi pushing a glass of sake towards Kaneshiro. His gaze was piercing as he looked even more annoyed than you were.

"The night is still young, no need to rush. Please, have another drink with me. Besides, you haven't even heard Y/N play."

Ah yes! He did ask you earlier about instruments and walking into the room you did notice a shamisen standing by the door. This could at least earn you some time.

"Sir, let me entertain you with my music." You said in a respectful manner before getting up. Walking towards the shamisen, you took it in your hands before sitting on the corner by them. Takasugi turned around, looking at you from over his shoulder while flashing a reassuring smile, as if to motivate you. Focusing your attention to him, you nodded, returning the smile. Whether he knew it or not, he had saved you... at least for the time being.

Picking up the bachi, you let yourself adjust to the feeling of the instrument. Last time you had played was in another life, a life that didn't have war and alien intruders, a life in which you weren't hailed as a terrorist. Picturing that very life you had once lived, you begun picking on the strings with the bachi, trying your best to create a mellow yet impactful melody. You remembered your hometown, your parents and your siblings, the scenery of that bygone area. Just by reminiscing about that time, your heart was filled with warm feelings. Even if the things you had once held so dear were now gone, you could feel as if their spirit was with you while playing.

For a while you focused on all those feelings, expressing them as best as you could. For a while you were able to forget it all; the war, the Kiheitai, Kaneshiro, your mission, Takasugi too. Besides, music was far more than a meaningless act, it was a feeling, a lasting impression of its own. Pouring your heart like that was the right way, the only way to play such an intricate instrument.

With a couple of final strums, you finished playing, putting the shamisen back into its corner. Turning your attention to the two men, you heard the sound of rapid clapping as Kaneshiro was on his feet, cheering you on. Your eyes, however, were focused on Takasugi who kept looking at you with a beatific expression on his face. His features appeared to be softer as he sported a gentle smile. You caught yourself returning his smile once again, unable to resist. He looked so kind and warm like that, truly a sight to behold.

You had never thought about it before but, Takasugi was a very handsome man. Maybe it was because of the relationship between you, considering how he was your superior and you were merely another pawn for him to use, or maybe it was because of the way he smiled so endearingly to you now. Whatever the case was, you found yourself to be quite mesmerized by him.

"Good work." You saw him shape the words with his lips, not saying them out loud. He was the first to turn around, making you turn your attention to Kaneshiro as well.

"Thank you sir, I am humbled." He must have complimented your music, right? You were unsure of what he had said, considering how a second ago your entire attention was turned to another man.

"Takasugi, can I keep her? She is something else, I am certain that she will be very useful to me." Begging him in a childish way, you watched as Kaneshiro punched the table with his fists, throwing a tantrum. How disgusting. "Please please please, I can give you one of mine in return. What do you like blonds or brunettes? Or even redheads? I'll give you anything, please let me have this one!"

"Shut up, swine." Shocked, you turned to look at Takasugi. How could he say such a thing?

"Huh? What did you say?" Kaneshiro pondered, scratching the back of his head.

With bated breath, you observed Takasugi. His expression was turned into that of pure rage. You could tell he had enough of this man's nonsense. Watching intently, you saw him pick up his glass, taking a sip of sake before letting it drop onto the table carelessly. Scoffing, he shook his head before looking at Kaneshiro again, this time forcing yet another smile.

"I said-"

"Takasugi said that it's a shame we don't have wine!" Butting in between the two of them, you tried to calm the spirits. Kaneshiro threw his head back, laughing at your comment while Takasugi looked at you, disappointment and anger clouding his eyes. You had more than enough reasons to hate Kaneshiro and to let Takasugi handle things yet the reason why you were there was more important than a stupid one night stand with a pig looking man. You appreciated Takasugi's interference but it was about time you got it over with. The fate of this mission depended on you.

"Is that so, Takasugi? Well then next time let's get some wine too!" Kaneshiro was either completely wasted or actually a complete idiot. Most likely both.

You sighed in relief as you approached Kaneshiro. Returning to your seat, you leaned towards the man, wrapping your arms around his arm in a promiscuous way, all the while staring at Takasugi. For some reason, you were feeling guilty while looking at him, as if you were wronging him with your behavior somehow. Shaking the thought, you turned back to Kaneshiro.

"Isn't it time to go? Come onnnnn, mister Kaneshiro!" You cooed into his ear as you rubbed yourself all over him. The man didn't need to hear anything more as he jumped on both feet. The two of you walked towards the door, when all of a sudden you felt your wrist getting grabbed. Puzzled, you looked over your shoulder at Takasugi. The man was still sitting on the chair, back turned to you as he drunk one last glass of sake.

"I believe we don't do downpayments." You watched as Takasugi got up, finding yourself right in the middle of the two men, as each of them had taken hold of both your hands. "I'm sure you understand. I can't let a fellow Kiheitai member run off to you without some sort of guarantee first."

"Takasugi, what is the meaning of this? You don't trust me?" Kaneshiro replied, obviously annoyed by the sudden course of events.

"Trust you?" Takasugi asked as he let out a scornful laughter. "I don't trust the words of men like you, men who can't even wield a sword for the life of them. Such men disgust me, such men..." Lingering on his words, you noticed his fingers reaching for his sword, unseathing it in a rapid movement. Before you could understand what had happened, Takasugi's blade made its way to Kaneshiro's throat, grazing it with the sharp edge. "Resemble swines more than men, don't you think so... mister Kaneshiro?" He inquired with a devilish grin on his lips.

You felt Kaneshiro's hand shake on top of your skin as he pulled you in front him in an attempt to shield himself from Takasugi's blade. The man behind you was whimpering, begging for his own life as Takasugi's eye crossed paths with yours. Part of you wanted to tell him to stop for the sake of the deal, while another part wanted to encourage him, to tell him to go through with it. Seeing him handle his sword like this truly was an exhilarting sight, you could only await his next move in awe.

"Please don't, please! I don't even need the girl, please just spare me! I'll give you what you asked, no, I'll give you ten times the amount! Please don't kill me, I beg of you!"

Takasugi tilted his head in amusement, poking the man's throat with his blade softly as a tiny stream of blood stained the silver edge of the sword. Hearing his words, Takasugi chuckled in an upbeat manner.

"Will you now? A pig's squeals don't hold much value, you know."

"I.. I can give it to you now! Yes, now! Let me get my phone, I'll give the order right now, please!"

You studied Takasugi's expression as he smiled dismissively, nodding in agreement. " Y/N, hand mister Kaneshiro his phone." Takasugi pulled his sword back, allowing you to turn around. Running your hands over Kaneshiro, you searched for his phone, finding it in his back pocket. You placed the phone inside Kaneshiro's trembling palms as he pushed you away from him. Takasugi pulled you onto his chest as he kept the sword extended. The whole situation was filling you with adrenaline. Being held against Takasugi like that, you couldn't help but also feel a bit flustered. It wasn't every day that you cozied up to the Kiheitai leader like that. Looking up to him, you truly felt amazement. Not only did he manage to spare you, but he had completely turned the situation around. The way he took over things, made you wonder whether this had been his intention all along. Still, even if you had served your role as a pawn, you were rather grateful.

After a while of listening to the frantic ramblings of Kaneshiro, he finally hung up the phone, doing his best to stay composed.

"It's done, you will receive them tomorrow morning, my men are already on it."

"Good. We'll be taking our leave now." Takasugi announced as he pulled you towards the door. "Oh and..." Turning around, he pointed his blade at Kaneshiro's throat once more. "Don't even think of crossing me. Understood?" Kaneshiro couldn't utter a single word as he was drenched in his own sweat. Instead he nodded repeatedly, terror carved in his features.

As Takasugi led the two of you out of the room, he addressed Kaneshiro one last time, letting him know that he rather enjoyed the dinner, before sheathing his sword.

Soon enough, you were out of the restaurant, making your way back to the same car that drove you there. Without saying a word, Takasugi shoved you in the car before getting in himself. As soon as the two of you made it in, the driver begun driving, no questions asked. Looking outside of the window, you felt the constant impulse to bombard Takasugi with questions. What was all this, was the mission really a success, did he get what he wanted and most importantly, where was Kaneshiro's driver driving you to?

After what felt like a century, the vehicle finally came to an halt before a building that resembled a hotel. You hadn't been to these parts of the city before and so everything looked unfamiliar and strange to you. Takasugi exited the car, keeping the door open for you, ushering you to follow him.

The two of you walked inside the hotel, Takasugi one step ahead of you as he approached the receptionist. In the meantime you begun inspecting the area around you. Not that you had been in many 5 star hotels, or any for that matter, but if you had to describe one then this definitely looked like one. Everything, from the way the personnel stood, to the enormous chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, to the delicate golden patterns of the floor, oozed opulence.

Interrupting your thoughts, Takasugi tapped your shoulder from behind. This was the second time he was making his appearance without you noticing his presence. Before you could ask anything, he asked you to follow him once again, as he made his way towards the elevator. Guess you didn't have any choice yet again. With a sigh, you let him lead the way.

"Where to?" The elevator staff member asked you as you entered the closed space.

"Penthouse."

Wait a minute. Penthouse? Wasn't that really expensive? And more importantly, why were you even going there? Was his plan not over yet? What was even going on? Frantically, you tried to give an explanation to all this but none seemed plausible enough. Not unless...

"Enjoy your stay!" The employee spoke in a cheerful manner as he bid you farewell.

Upon exiting the elevator, you were immediately greeted by even more luxury. This place was big enough to host two families, you mindlessly thought as you observed the area around you. Everything looked exquisite and way over the top, enormous couches, carpets of the finest quality, paintings on the walls, and of course, even more chandeliers.

"As expected of that piggy." Takasugi scorned once the elevator behind you closed.

"Why are we here? What is the meaning of all this, was this your plan all along?" You finally blurted.

As if he hadn't heard you, Takasugi made his way towards one of the couches. Taking his haori off, he tossed it on the couch alongside his sword, before shifting his attention to you. Ever since you entered the penthouse floor, you'd been reluctantly standing still against the wall next to the elevator. Walking to you, Takasugi leaned forward, his right hand slapping the wall next to your head. Taken aback you gulped as he fixated his eye on yours. Moving your back flat against the wall, you felt trapped between his body and the hard surface.

"I just thought it'd be a shame to waste such an opportunity, considering everything's paid for.." He said nonchalantly as he smiled at your reaction. "Besides, it was fun, wasn't it? That old man was so captivated by you as expected."

So that was part of his plan after all.

"Th...Thank you." You whispered as you lowered your head.

"No need for that. But if you insist..." Placing his fingers on your chin, he made you look at him. Parting your lips, your felt your heart racing. Maybe it was the compromising position you were in, maybe it was the fact that the two of you were inside a hotel room together, or maybe it was even Takasugi himself. No matter the reason, you could feel an infatuation building up within you as you expected his next words. "Show me. Show me how a fine woman like you can seduce a man."

Considering his proposal, you bit your lower lip. No one other than Takasugi Shinsuke was actually suggesting that you entice him in such a manner. Taking in the image of him, you felt really tempted. Right now he wasn't the leader of the Kiheitai nor even your boss. He was just an extremely charming man who had you wrapped around his finger. Even if tomorrow you had to return to the life on the run, tonight was yours and you could perhaps indulge in it.

Lifting your hand, you reached the hem of his yukata, toying with the fabric between your fingers. Pulling him closer to you, you tilted your head, brushing your nose against his as you felt his hot breath against your lips. Teasingly, you brushed your lips against his, not going all the way in for a kiss but not straying too far either. Takasugi seemed to let you have your way with him as promised, you noted, a thought that made it all the more exciting for you.

Arching your back, you let your hips crash into his, rubbing yourself against his already hardened crotch. With a smile, you ran your hands over his clothed body, feeling his toned physique under your fingertips. As entertaining as this was, all the teasing resulted to you getting more and more aroused yourself. To even think that a while ago you'd be forcedto do such things to that old man...

Shaking Kaneshiro's thoughts off your mind, you took Takasugi's lower lip between your teeth, nibbling on it softly while looking at him ever so innocently. You could tell you were making things really hard for him, not only because of his hard on but also because of the way his breathing came to an halt at your touch. He wanted this as much as you did.

Breaking off contact with his lips, you smiled at him gently.

"Am I doing a good job?" You pondered, batting your eyelashes as you tried your best not to chuckle. Instead of answering your question, Takasugi slammed you against the wall with his body. Grinding himself against you, you felt the heat between your legs as his erection rubbed off on you. The two of you hadn't even kissed and yet you were dying from the anticipaton already.

As if he read your thoughts, Takasugi took ahold of your face, melding his lips with yours. Hungrily, he pushed his tongue past your lips, shoving it into your mouth. Reciprocating the kiss, you pressed your body flat against his as you grabbed one of his hands. Guiding it towards your thigh, you felt his fingers viciously grab onto your skin as if he meant to leave a bruise. Melting under his fingertips, you lifted your leg, wrapping it around his torso to grant him access. The newfound friction made you moan inside his mouth, as you swirled your tongue around his.

Encouraged by the sounds you were making, Takasugi kept massaging your inner thigh, his hand slowly making its way to your panties as he picked on the laced fabric. Pushing two fingers against your entrance, you whimpered, losing yourself in the sensation. Briefly breaking the kiss off, Takasugi licked his own lips as he observed your form. Your mouth was still partly open, eyes closed while your hands roamed freely onto his back, pulling him onto you, desperate for more. Smiling, Takasugi kept applying pressure, reveling in the obscene sounds and expressions you were making.

"To think that you were going to give yourself up so willingly to Kaneshiro. Old men entice you that much?" He inquired, rubbing circles against your clothed clit. "Or is it perhaps that you are so obedient to me that you'd do anything I asked?" Unable to answer to his questions, you tried to find the words to speak between moans yet you knew he wouldn't let you do that, he was relentless like that. "Kiheitai members should have some pride you know. Just look at you. Minutes ago you were eager to fuck that old man and now...." Leaning towards you, he placed a hasty kiss on your lips, contradicting his harsh and mean tone. "Now you are at my mercy." He finally said before pulling your panties to the side, pushing three fingers in without warning.

Digging your nails onto his back, you nearly lost balance. If he wasn’t keeping you pinned down like this, you were sure you would have already collapsed. Takasugi kept his fingers inside of you still, as he chuckled. He enjoyed watching you come undone, he enjoyed the effect he had on you. Desperately, you grinded your hips against his fingers, trying to fuck yourself against his palm. When he realized what you were doing, Takasugi pulled his fingers away from you, letting your leg drop onto the floor violently.

“Move one more time and I’ll stop.” He warned you with a serious tone as he kneeled before you. Following his instructions, you stood still as he picked up your knee, balancing your leg on top of his shoulder. Leaning closer, Takasugi left a trail of kisses against the soft skin of your thigh, slowly making his way to your cunt. Lifting your kimono with his other hand, he brought his lips to your panties, clinging onto the fabric with his teeth before pulling it down. Having full access to you now, he glanced up at you momentarily as if he was taunting you to move.

Once he realized you wouldn’t disobey him so easily, he went back to his work. Reaching your hips, he placed his hands on both sides of you as he pinned you against the wall. Getting ahold of you, Takasugi neared his face to your cunt , bringing his lips to your clit. Opening his mouth, you felt his tongue explore the area as he teasingly circled your clit with it, experimenting by applying more and more pressure. He kept on switching the pace, each time backing off ever so slightly in order to observe your expressions. The way he stimulated you like that was so intense that you had to clench your hands into fists in order to stand still. You had to do it, you had to keep still, you had to keep still, you had to keep still, you had to-

Catching you by surprise, Takasugi sunk his tongue into your entrance, sucking up your juices as he rubbed his nose against your clit. Moving his tongue up and down, he was making sure to taste you thoroughly, getting as much of you in his mouth as he could. With each stroke of his tongue, you felt yourself crumble around him, as your legs begun to tremble against your will. Noticing that, he pulled away, turning to face you with a strict look on his face.

“So much for being compliant. Perhaps I was right after all, you are nothing more than a needy whore. You’d do anything for someone to fill your holes huh? You’d do anything as long as you get fucked silly, am I wrong?

“No, I mean, yes!” You protested, messing up your own words. All you could think about right now was how badly you wanted him to let you finish, how badly you needed his mouth and his tongue, how badly you needed him. “I don’t want anyone else, I just want you.”

“Is that so?” He asked entertained by the sight of you. Squeezing your hips under his fingers, he moved back to your clit, giving it one more lick before backing off again. You felt yourself shaking softly as a wave of pleasure made you tremble. “Then tell me, what do you want me to do to you, hm? What does a dirty slut like you need?”

“I… I want you to fuck me.” You admitted in a quiet voice.

“What was that?” He asked ridiculing you yet again.

“I want you to fuck me!” You said more assertively, sounding beyond pathetic as you were out of breath.

Laughing at your statement, Takasugi let one of his hands drop onto you thigh, carressing it softly with the back of is palm. Placing it closer to your hole, you shut your eyes in anticipation. Teasing your entrance with his fingers, he grazed your lips gently, depriving you of the feeling you so desperately needed. "Then beg for it. Show me how loyal you are to me. Show me how needy you are for me."

"I... please fuck me. Please fuck me, Takasugi."

"Using my name like that when you called Kaneshiro sir? Are men like him worthy of such politeness?" He asked, pinching your clit with his fingers harshly, making you squeal.

"No! Please fuck me, sir, I am only loyal to you, I'll only listen to you. I don't need anyone else, sir, just you. Please fuck me, please-" Interrupting your words, Takasugi shoved his fingers back in you, picking up a violent pace as he pushed them in and out of you viciously.

Gasping for air, you tried to contain your moans yet it was impossible. He was repeatedly hitting your core with his fingers, making your walls clench as if you tried to suck him in futher. After all this edging, you were unable to hold back as your hips started buckling around him, coming undone all over his fingers. Exasperated, you let your head hit the wall behind you while trying to regain your breath. Your brain had turned into a mush, feeling the rush of your orgasm ring through your ears.

Pulling his fingers out of you, Takasugi probed you with his tongue one last time, sucking onto your juices before standing up. Grabbing you by the chin, he pulled you into a kiss, forcing your lips open with his tongue as he made you taste yourself in his mouth. Kissing him back, you wrapped your arms around his neck, a gesture that he allowed. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you against his body into an embrace. Pressing yourself against him, you couldn't help but make a sound as you felt his errection once again. Even when you had just come, you wanted more of him, you wanted to feel all of him, you wanted to be consumed by him, you wanted to meld into him, become a part of him even for just a little bit.

Understanding your intentions, Takasugi let go of your waist as he reached for your hand with his. Guiding you towards the living room, he sat on one of the couches, letting you stand in front of him, his hand still holding yours. Lingering his touch a bit longer, he pulled his hand back away, making his way towards the belt that pieced his yukata together. After he carefully undid it, he let the fabric loosely fall around his body, exposing his naked body to you. Keeping his eye glued on you, he beckoned you with his fingers to do the same, watching you as you intently undressed.

Although there were no clothes between you anymore, you couldn't help but feel a bit bashful, especially when he looked at you like that. Feeling his hungry gaze on top of your body, made you feel like a prey standing in front of the headlights. There was no way getting away from him, even if you wanted to, not when he looked so alluring, so inviting, so...

Without hesitating any longer, your hands reached for his shoulders as you sat on top of him, positioning yourself so that his hips were between yours, while facing him. Takasugi admired your body, letting his hands roam freely all over you. Starting from the back of your neck, he stroke your back, slowly making his way towards your ass. Cupping your cheeks, he pressed you firmly against his body, earning a sound from you as you felt his cock between your thighs. Smirking at your reaction, he pulled one of his hands away before bringing it back down violently, causing you to jolt forwards in pain. Falling hard against his chest, you hid your face into the nook of his shoulder as your hands grabbed onto his arms.

Softly, he rubbed his fingers against the now red spot as if he wanted to make amends for what he did to you. Although it did hurt, the way he went from acting all mean to being this gentle made your heart flutter. The feeling was beyond intoxicating, the power he had over you, that is.

Pressing kisses against your forehead and temples, Takasugi made you look at him as you pulled away from his shoulder. For a second, his smile was so innocent, making his face look rather angelic as he looked at you with adoration. Even if that wasn't the case, being in his arms like this made you feel all warm on the inside, as if you were truly loved by someone. Not once had you thought about such foolish emotions after joining him. You knew that by doing so, you had forsaken all chances at a normal life. Friendships, relationships, even something as glorified as love were concepts that would forever remain out of reach. However this time, this one time, you couldn't help but fool yourself that this man, this man that everyone revered, was yours, even for a night. This time you couldn't help but indulge yourself in that feeling called love, even when it was actually pure lust that had brought the two of you together.

Bringing his hand onto your face, he cusped your right cheek as he pushed your mouth open with his index. Granting him access, you twirled your tongue around his finger as he tilted his head in amusement.

"Such an obedient slut you are for me... I can't wait to destroy you." He whispered in your ear while you kept sucking on his finger. The way he spoke to you like that made your already wet cunt throb at the sound of his words, causing your spine to shiver.

Retracting his finger, he placed two hands on your hips, lifting you so that you were positioned above his cock. Without holding on any longer, Takasugi guided your hips, helping you sink onto him as you took his entire length in at once. Although he had already proved to you that he had more than enough patience and self control to take things at his pace, you couldn't help but notice the change in his expression. Shutting his eye, he basked in the feeling of you around him, unable to hide his own bliss.

Taking initiative, you begun rocking your hips against his as best as you could, still sensitive from your last climax. Takasugi held onto you, allowing you the freedom of being in charge while his own hands kept making their way onto your ass, squeezing your skin tightly. With each move, your breasts dangled closer towards his face, until he dipped forward, capturing your nipple between his lips. Sucking on it, his eye locked in with yours, his lips forming a smirk as he kept on twirling his tongue around it. The sight of him doing such lewd things to you only made you feel more ashamed, shying away from his prying eye in a response.

Not letting you do as you pleased, Takasugi once again took hold of your chin, bringing your lips closer to his. Grazing his teeth on your lower lip, you sighed in anticipation, expecting him to kiss you. His lips were so inviting to you that you slowly found yourself getting addicted to the taste of him. However, Takasugi had other plans; instead of giving you what you craved, he bit down on your lip harshly, drawing blood from it. You could feel your eyes getting teary in response to your now aching lip.

"Keep your eyes on me. I won't be as nice next time you look away." He warned you, bucking his hips against yours. "Understood?"

Nodding, you kept your eyes glued to his as he licked the blood off your lips. "Good girl." He praised you before finally kissing you. Hearing him praise you like this for the first time, made you feel rather proud of yourself. A good girl huh... You weren't sure what that meant at the moment but you knew you wanted to hear him say it again and again.

While you kissed, Takasugi fucked into you steadily yet sensually, allowing himself to thoroughly enjoy the feeling of your walls around his cock. Even when you were on top of him like this, he still had complete control of the situation, a parallel to how he had handled the whole Kaneshiro thing earlier. Even when it seemed like you had the upper hand, it was actually Takasugi who was enabling it, pulling the strings masterfully as you came undone under his touch.

Gasping for air, you pulled away from his lips, a string of saliva clinging onto your jaw. Wiping it with the back of your hand, you couldn't help but chuckle a bit. How off putting, you thought as you did your best to obey Takasugi's order, keeping your eyes on him. Even when he had made it into such a big deal earlier, he was the one who was keeping his eye shut now. He looked so peaceful, you thought to yourself as you brought your hand to his left cheek. Caressing it softly with the tips of your fingers, you let them wander off higher, brushing them softly over his eye.

"It's just an eye as you can see. Nothing as repulsing or vile as others imagine it to be." He answered your gesture with a scoff.

"No, it's not that... it's just that.. it's silly really." You said shaking your head awkwardly. Opening his right eye, he looked at you intrigued as he stopped moving. "You are quite... pretty without your bandages. That's all." You finally admitted, using the same words he used to describe you earlier.

Chuckling, Takasugi smiled at you. "Is that so?"

Nodding, you leaned torwards him, placing a peck on his lips. It was so silly of you to call Takasugi Shinsuke pretty like this, yet that was one of many words that one could use to describe him.

Lifting his hands from your ass, he took hold of your right hand, placing it flat against his chest. Attempting to do the same with your left hand, he brought it to his lips, briefly placing a kiss inside your palm as he pulled you closer to him. "Better hold on tight. I won't be able to hold back much longer." He mumbled against your skin, causing you to shiver at his words. Following his instructions, you grabbed onto his chest and shoulders, while he moved his hand into your hair, stroking your head softly. Smiling at you one last time, he wrapped both arms around your waist before he started pounding you much faster than he did earlier. Repeatedly, he kept hitting that sweet spot within you, as he cursed under his breath.

"Ahhh~ Taka-Takasugi." You managed to call his name as he kept on going. Your voice came out breathy while you held onto him for dear life. Switching pace like that you felt your insides getting plunged again and again, as he fucked you silly with his cock. Your lips were parted, your own drool leaking out of your mouth. So very pathetic.

"I can't... it feels ahh... so good. I think I'll... I'll" You managed to utter. Smirking at your reaction, he kept going even faster, making you scream his name on top of your lungs as you dug your nails deep into his skin.

"Then come for me." He said, unfazed by you stabbing his skin.

His order pushed you over the edge, making you come all over his cock, waves of pleasure making your legs tremble as they washed over you. Unable to hold onto him, you let your fingers drop against his skin. You had no power left in you, all you could do was watch as he kept on going, low grunts escaping his lips as he came closer to his own release. With a few more thrusts, he finally came, pumping you full with his cum. You felt his cock throbbing and twitching inside you while your walls remained clenched around it.

Now powerless, you allowed yourself to collapse upon his chest, your head falling flat against him. Listening to the sound of his heart, you felt at ease, allowing yourself to close your eyes for a bit. Still recovering from your high, it felt as if the room was spinning around.

Takasugi kept his arms wrapped around you as he absentmindedly rubbed cirlces on top of your back. His caressing was so soothing that it made you purr lightly in satisfaction. It felt so nice, he felt so nice. If it was up to you, you'd make this moment last forever.

You stayed in this position for a while, riding down your highs together like that. Takasugi was still inside of you but neither of you did as much as to pull away from each other. It was a long night and you were beyond exhausted after all the... exercise.

"If you continue being wrapped around me like that, I just might need to fill you up again." He mumbled on top of your head, chukling lightly. Catching you off guard, you used your last bit of strength to lift yourself up, letting his cock drop out of you as cum dripped from your hole. Laughing once more, Takasugi leaned towards you, placing a kiss on your lips before laying down flat against the couch, pulling you on top of him. You wrapped your hands loosely around his torso, your head nesting back onto his chest as he lazily played with your hair.

"I knew you were the right choice." His voice was barely audible, you could tell he was about to fall asleep. "Your performance was quite touching too. Next time, you should play for me. Only for me..." he whispered as he drifted off, fingers still entangled in your hair. Smiling, you nodded in agreement. Maybe tonight wasn't the end of it but rather the beginning, after all.

Glancing up at him with half closed eyes, you took in the image of him one last time, as you smiled. Yup, definitely pretty, you thought to yourself while bringing your fingers to his face. Pushing a few strands of hair away from his eyes, you couldn't help but place a kiss on top of his nose. In return, you saw his face light up with a faint smile. Even in his sleep, he was such a charmer. Laying back down against his chest, you kept your eyes glued to his face as long as you could, until slowly you were eveloped into darkness, letting yourself finally surrender to a peaceful sleep.

Author's shrieks for help: This took me half a century to finish. I did my best, I'll take a day off probably and then I'll take on my requests. I'm really grateful for your support, you guys are the best, really! So glad to have found people who also love Takasugi, I started writing because I wanted to express my love for him so it's really nice to find people who actually care to read my stuff. So yeah, thank you all!

[sy-on-boy]

Spy x Family predictions

These are just my personal thoughts ^_^

Yor will be assigned to kill Twilight / Twilight will be assigned to kill Thorn Princess. That was actually what I expected when I started reading, in the classic Mr and Mrs Smith style. I would be surprised if the manga ends without this arc :D

The origin of Anya and Bond’s superpowers are connected. I think this is made obvious because the same scientist(s) was shown in both of their flashbacks, but I think we’ll get a full Anya backstory some time later when she gets kidnapped or something

If Anya does get kidnapped, it’ll be the perfect opportunity for Thorn Princess and Twilight to work together. They both love Anya, and it fits in with the themes of secret identifies and family. A spy and an assassin united by their adopted daughter. Accidentally (or not) revealing their secret identities for the sake of their family.

There will be an arc in which Twilight is forced to choose between his fake family and his career. Throughout the manga, especially in the beginning, Twilight mentions how this family will all end once the mission is over. However, we know his true feelings are starting to see through and he feels genuine attachment to Yor and Anya. I’m guessing it will be like: Twilight chooses his spy career at first, then starts to feel uneasy and guilty, and sweet talks his way with WISE so he can continue to stay with Yor and Anya while keeping his mission.

Someone will find out Anya’s powers. Damian finding out has been somewhat foreshadowed twice, so he’s a likely candidate (and also it’s hilarious). Becky also makes a lot of sense because she’s Anya’s BFF and not involved in the main plot (Operation Strix), so lower stakes.

Demetrius will be somewhat of an asshole. I mean, we don’t know much about him other than 1) he has an awful hairstyle 2) he’s the perfect student 3) did I mention his awful hairstyle but through Damian we know he’s never hit Damian, but Damian also sounded nervous when calling Demetrius and even apologised for calling. Demetrius was also very blunt with his brother and said things like “you know Father is busy”. I don’t necessarily think they have a bad relationship, maybe just detached and strained.

Damian will greatly contribute to Operation Strix. I mean, this is already canon with Twilight crashing the family reunion to introduce himself to Donovan, but I think Damian will play a bigger part in the main plot. He’s connected to one of the main characters (Anya) and most of his appearances are with her at school, but he’s not just the “tsundere jerk”. He has an independent arc (the field trip with his lackeys) which shows his determination to get Stellar Stars and impress his father. Iirc not even Becky, Anya’s best friend, has an independent arc (the most is when Martha had a flashback to Becky being ostracised but even that is in a chapter with Anya). It seems like Endo is building up Damian’s character for something later.

Anya is from Westalis. Dark haired characters like Yor and Yuri are from Ostania, light haired characters like Twilight and Fiona are from Westalis. Anya has light hair. Also, during the George arc, when Anya comforted him by saying the West was good, George thought something like “she hasn’t even been to the West” which again feels like foreshadowing. (We know Anya thinks the West is good because her Pa is from the West, but man it just feels like foreshadowing.) ALSO, Twilight noted Anya was unusually proficient in classical language and mentioned something about how that language wasn’t used nowadays. Possible hint to Anya’s background in another country?

Anya’s grades didn’t improve much, so she’ll likely be in a different class from Becky and Damian next term. How will she carry out Operation Best Buddies then? The manga seems to not be focusing on this (because there are other arcs) but it’s been in the back of my mind since Ch42. Will we see a new cast of classmates for Anya? I think this is unlikely because Endo spent a lot of time establishing the Cecil kids. So unless Anya somehow does extremely well in the finals, she’ll be in another class. And because it’s annoying (plot-wise) for Anya to be in another class from the gang, I suppose there will be an arc about how Anya is going to ace her finals.

Gonna make some stretches here:

Anya’s unique hairstyle is related to her powers. In the flashbacks, we see her hair in two buns but without the black/gold cover thing. Maybe Anya added them after she ran away, or maybe one of her foster families gave them to her and she kept them as a gift. They kind of remind me of antennas to like, aid with mind reading, so maybe the hair buns are a decoy for that lmao.

That’s all I have today, may add more later :D what do you think?

[lilyundertaker]

Naruto headcanons of being Yagura Karatachis daughter who ran away from the dangerous village of the hidden mist when she was six years old and team sevens reaction to finding out who was really your biological father (Kakashi Hatake took you in when he found you collapsed in front of the hidden leaf gate) later when you and your friends Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke were 12 and you told them after you (forcibly made Sakura swear secret) of how dangerous it was back then and how scared you were to witness your father when you were two years old killing innocent people with no mercy and you inherited his bloodlust (homicidal dark side) for hurting others with no mercy and you hated that side of you and that was why you hated yourself and that was why you rejected attempt after attempt of Narutos to make friends with you because you were scared that you might actually kill him one day in one of the sparring matches because you shared one tails with Gaara and it drove you insane..you couldn't sleep because of One tails or two tails.(You don't look like a panda with dark rings around your eyes but you constantly look irritated because of them) and Kakashis reaction to you finally opening up to your friends about it because they were worried about you for years and you actually started crying in Narutos arms..he was the second person who actually accepted you for who you were and you were still his friend..he loved you dearly..he didn't care that you were Yaguras daughter.

Note: this ask confused me a little, since most of it talked about the Third Mizukage's family and then suddenly Gaara pops up, but that aside I think it's really sweet!

Warnings: Killing, a little bit of a gore

Pairings: There wasn't meant to be any, but it kinda formed into a Naruto Uzumaki x you by the end.

Headcanons:

You were only a child, when you learned of your dark, blood-stained heritage;

At the age of two you first witnessed how your father, the Third Mizukage of Kirigakure, murdered five people (sent to asassinate him) right at the doorstep of your house;

When you were six, you encountered asassins for the first time yourself, but at that moment something awakened you, something alien, yet something so familiar;

In a matter of minutes the attackers were nothing more than a pile of mangled flesh, bone and blood, making you sick to your stomach, but most of all - afraid...of yourself;

So you ran as fast as you could, abandoning the place you ha called home for the short span of your lifetime and ending up at the gates of Konohagure;

As you were merely a child, it made the gate keepers to loosen up their guard and send you straight to a hospital as you were covered in blood head to toe;

It was there that you encountered Kakashi Hatake, who on the Third Hokage's orders took you under his wing and acted as your gurdian;

Aside's Kakashi and Lord Third, no one would know of your orrigins in order to keep you from danger, both from possible spies of Kirigakure, as well as an inside force, such as the ANBU Black ops;

At the age of 12 you were assigned to assist Team 7 on missions, however, you weren't an official member as it went against the three-man-squad policies;

It is safe to say that you did get along with the team members, especially Naruto, going as far as to visit him at his home and even staying overnight with Kakashi's permission (you did beg on your knees for it though);

Living and idillic life of lie wasn't easy, however, which forced you to take a drastic step of inviting the Team 7 at your residence, whilst Kakashi was away on a specially assigned mission;

After taking their promisses of not spilling the beans you told the everything about your orrigins - about your father Yagura and what you witnessed as a toddler, about how Kirigakure was the most dangerous place on this earth to be born at and live yor life with a dagger under your pillow, about how you murdered a band of asassins only aged six;

It was a turning point for your team members as Sakura felt sorry for you, Sasuke could relate to you and Naruto understood you;

Naruto had grown to hate himself just as much as you did and having found each other you two were finally able to ha someone to share the experience with;

You also explained that not being an official team member not only in Team 7, but as well as any other team was the fact that some events on a mission might trigger the kekkei genkai of Bloodlust, which has been passed down to you from Yagura;

Unbeknownst to all of you, Kakashi had been listening to your conversation for some time, as he had finished his mission early;

Kakashi might not like the idea of other people knowing your orrigins, however, he was satisfied with your courage, whilst the rest of the Team 7 would have to help you carry the weight of this burden, which would be a perfect training for them;

When Kakashi "officially returned" Naruto asked him a permission of you moving in with him, so that both you and Naruto wouldn't have to be so lonely (since Kakashi is one of the best Konohagure shinobi, he doesn't realy have much time to spare for you) to which Kakashi agreed, surprizing you and Naruto;

Further on you and Naruto would talk to each other every evening, making sure to lower your voices, when speaking of more secretive matters;

Sometimes you would have a crying session together, lamenting for how awful life can be, but on other, more sweeter occasions you would cuddle each other till you fell asleep.

It was a great relief to be accepted fully by someone, without the fear of your flaws, with being seen as your own person, not the cursed daughter of the monstrous Third Mizukage, Yagura Karatachi.

[tare-anime]

Just a little something for AUpril “College AU” entry (AO3), inspired by this cute video clip "Mantra Cinta" by Rizky Febrian.

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Yor took several books and notes from her locker before closing it. She planned to make today’s assignment at the diners, where she worked part time, located two blocks away from Eden college building.

She got help from the Ostanian government for her college study to become a kindergarten teacher, but of course it only covered the bare minimum. She still needed to earn money to cover other necessities. And thus, as usual things happened each afternoon, she walked towards WISE diners.

Ms. Sylvia was a kind lady, to let her work and study at the same time, but she was also quite strict regarding time management (a.k.a tardiness equal to payroll deduction).  

When passing the courtyard, she noticed that there were preparations for annual spring festivals that will be held at the weekend. She looked around and noticed the preparation of booths, a massive bonfire where the afternoon dance will be held, and spots where the fireworks will be launched.

Yor sighed.

Deep down inside she wanted to attend such festivals, but even in her last year of study, she wouldn’t be able to. Or to be precise, didn’t want to. She has no close friends to accompany her, and well….. roaming around festivals by one lonesome self was not an interesting idea to begin with.

Thus she continued to walk towards her destination.

.

Yor glanced at the far corner table at the diner room from behind the counter. There he was again, sitting by himself, taking notes from those thick books.

She noticed that starting a month ago, the blond man always came to the diner, exactly at 5 pm, and stayed there until their closing time. Always taking notes and…..

The doorbell rang and this time the same short haired blond lady that had been coming for the past week, again sat in front of him.

She watched from her place how the lady tried to talk sweetly to the man, but he ignored her. And after some time, that lady gave up whatever plan she had, and left.

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The next day, the usual scene happened again as Yor chopped the ribs she was told to prepare.

Only this time, he was pestered by a tall lady with long black hair and bodyguards (?). Yet, the lady was also being ignored. The bodyguards tried to threaten the blond man, but he didn’t bulge.

Yor frowned and didn’t realize that she chopped the ribs harder until the chopping board made loud noises. She cringed when she looked down and just realized that she chopped the board into two. She would have her payroll deducted because of that, but somehow she didn’t mind it as she saw the bodyguards back off, and the black haired lady then turned and all of them left the blond man alone.

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Day after that, another blond lady came to pester the man. This woman had that pompous aura around her. She talked and gestured at the man, perhaps asking him to do something. But as always, the man just ignored her. Yor glanced at the scene before her, while mopping the kitchen.

Apparently, this lady also was rather short tempered compared with the previous ones (and also ill mannered), that suddenly she took her caffe latte and splashed the man with it, then stomping away.

Yor gasped at the scene, and she hurriedly took wet towels to help the man cleaned himself.

“Are you alright?” she asked the man while she hurriedly dabbed at his clothes, books, notes, and tables.

He scoffed, “That’s Camilla for ya. Could never take ‘no’ as an answer.”

Yor’s eyes widened, “That’s Camilla? The idol of all men on Eden campus??”

The man chuckled and gestured to the brown blotched coloring clothes he was wearing, “Honestly, don’t you think that’s a self proclaimed title??”

The woman just blushed and continued her work.

“Thank you, by the way. Sorry that you have to redo the cleaning here….”

“No problems….”

“I’m Loid Forger, pleased to meet yo-...”

“You’re THE Loid Forger?! The most exceptional medical student Eden ever has for years?!” Yor gawked for the second time that day.

“Okay, now that exaggerated rumours are not-.....”

“OH NO! These notes and books! I’ll dry them right away,” the black haired woman hurriedly took a bunch of paper towels and spread them.

“Ah and your clothes! If I washed them right away…. Wait here, I’ll grab some spare clothes….”

“Ms. Briar….. These are not-....”

But Yor already ran to the staff room, and returned with a plain T-shirt, “Here. Please change your clothes to this. This is not fancy, but it’s clean.”

“Ms. Briar, I don’t want to trouble you any further….”

“It’s no trouble. And just call me Yor,” She smiled back, before she realized something, “How do you know my name?”

The man casually pointed to her name tag neatly pinned on her diner uniform.

“Oh….” She blushed.

Of course.  

Why would she ever have that tiny hope that somebody would notice such an invisible student like her in the first place. Especially the one as famous as the man standing before her, who happened to have such a calming sky blue eyes….

Wait…. What are you thinking, Yor??  

She shook her head hard to clean weird thoughts from her head.

Loid smiled, “Actually, I’ve been trying to talk to you. But you’ve always been busy. I don’t want to bother….”

Yor blinked confusedly at the man’s statement.

He then rumagged his backpack, and retrieved a shawl, “I’ve been meaning to return this.”

The lady took the shawl and immediately recognized it. It was hers that she used as the makeshift bandage for a pink haired elementary school girl, around two months ago.

She had found the girl at the alley behind the diners one day, being bullied by several male high schoolers with dogs. The girl was furiously fighting back, saying things like how the high schoolers shouldn’t bully her friend. It could ended worse than scraped arms, had Yor didn’t intervene. Still the older woman needed some time to calm the kid, tended to her wounds, and walked her home.

“My niece has tendencies to involve herself into trouble, no matter how many times I tell her to stay away from it. So, I would like to thank you, for saving her that night.”

“It’s the right thing to do….”

His smiles just become bigger, “Ah…. so that’s why she called you that.”

Yor raised her eyebrows at the statement.

Loid elaborated, “Anya has been very persistent in her want to meet you again. She pestered me to find her ‘Beautiful angel with red eyes’.”

Yor flustered even more, “That’s not….”

“These days? It really is rare to see someone help others without ulterior motives.”

The lady opened and closed her mouth and tried to say something, but eventually, she opted to change the subject, “Uh… your clothes….?”

“Nah, don’t mind it.”

“Okay….”

“Say, are you free this weekend?”

Yor blinked at the man.

“Do you mind helping me escort a certain very energetic girl to attend her very first Eden spring festival?”

She blinked even more, “Weren’t healthy kids supposed to have loads of energy in the first place?”

“I’ll leave it to the future kindergarten teacher to always see it as a good thing,” He chuckled, “as I am very sure, I won’t have the patience to follow her around.”

Yor giggled and smiled brightly, “I will ask the owner regarding my schedule this weekend.”

And that was their first conversations of many many more later in their life, when somewhere in the middle, Yor Briar became Yor Forger.

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Notes: 

PS: the first blond lady was supposed to be Millie, and the black haired ‘princess’ was Sharon. All three of them were trying to make Loid their date at the festival. But of course, the man already set his eyes on one woman only ^^

Of course Loid Forger is still a magnificent liar in this AU.

Anya didn’t ask him to find Yor per se. He was the one intrigued by Yor’s kindness, one of the rare people who could withstand Anya's tendency to run into trouble, and made the girl safe and happy.

And of course, Loid searched all Eden College to find this 'angel with red eyes', a nickname he made himself (based on Anya’s nickname “the kind lady with red eyes”), until he knew the angel’s name was “Yor Briar”, a student of Majoring in Early Childhood Education Program, who happened to work part time at WISE diners.

Still Loid was such a dork, that he didn't know how to start a conversation, until the incident happened.

[crimson-mage-02]

Spy x Family Mission 2: Honeymoon (Smut/Fluff)

Summary:  Loid wanted to go on a family outing with his daughter and wife until he was asked to go on a mission and had Yor to come along on their new mission to save newly wedded brides on their honeymoon.

A/N: This is my Christmas gift for @kadhis-stuff!! This is for you! I also posted this in Ao3! I had so much fun writing this fanfic of Loid and Yor! I really, really, really, hope you’ll like this! Please forgive me if you spotted any errors. Everyone and @kadhis-stuff, enjoy reading, comment and give feedback! 

Merry Christmas and and stay safe! 

Anya was walking along the path with her adoptive father, Loid was following her on the way home and listened to her talking excitedly about how she’ll spend her time with her uncle Yuri and Franky. He wished they wouldn’t teach her anything that was unnecessary unlike the last time they had taught her how to handle a knife and a gun.

But luckily it was a plastic knife. Much to his relief, he chuckled remembering Yor was teaching her hand to hand combat before attending the Eden academy. He didn’t really say anything much, but right now, he finds it cute. “Papa!”

“Ah, yes, Anya?” Loid looked down at her with a smile.

“Is Mama coming home to cook dinner with us?” Anya asked him as she tugged in his pants.

“Mama will be coming home a bit late and we’ll be cooking dinner together. How does that sound?” Loid asked her.

“Mmm, yeah!” Anya smiled brightly as they walked in hand in hand together on their way home. When they got home, they immediately got started with preparation of making dinner while Yor comes home from work.

It has been months since he and Yor have become an official married couple. He loved spending everyday with her and their daughter Anya. He definitely will not abandon them as he loves them so much. He vowed to protect the two of them. “Anya, get changed and wash your hands.”

“Okie!” Anya saluted with Bond licking her face. She ran into her room to get changed while Loid had changed as well and gave some dog food for Bond in the corner near the new table they had bought. Franky and Anya both had promised they won’t be destroying another table ever again.

He had started some buttered chicken with some sauce while hearing Anya was running towards him and hugged his legs. “Oh, Anya. You ready? Here, you start by stirring the soup.” He gave her a spoon to use to stir while he cuts the meat and then put them into the soup.

At 5pm, when the sun had set and it was dark, Yor came home tired with a worn out look on her face. “Oh no! Mama!” Anya exclaimed worriedly.

“I’m home.” Yor said tiredly as she walked towards the couch and lay down for a bit. Loid turned off the stove and had asked Anya to give them privacy which she complied as she went to study in her room.

He turned to his wife and let her lay on his shoulder. “Tough day at work?”

“Mmm hmm, I have been working so hard. Yet there is so much needed to be done. Oh, how I want a vacation, Loid. It would be very helpful just to relax every once in a while.” Yor said hugging him around his waist.

Loid smiled and then rubbed her back. “I do hope that some dinner would help you relax tonight then maybe I can plan for a trip. Just us three.”

Yor’s eyes brightened and sparkled. “I really do love your cooking. And a think a trip does sound wonderful.”

“Great. I will tell Handler that I will be unavailable for the entire week or month.” Loid smiled at her and stood up with her.

“Oh? Handler is the one who tells you about your missions as a spy?” Yor asked as she helped setting up the table.

“Yes, she’s the one. I think she’ll understand.” Loid chuckled putting the pot in the center of the table. “Plus, she now saw how things had gotten better with us, I think she’ll understand I could have a few days to spend more time with you.”

“I am sure she’ll understand. And I’ll get Anya since dinner is ready.” Yor smiled as she walked towards daughter’s room. “Anya, dinnertime.”

The three of them had dinner together with Bond eating some of the leftovers. They all had discussed what they all had done for the day including Anya showing the art projects she had made in classes.

After dinner, Loid was reading some paper in thinking where he could take Yor and Anya to for their trip. He hummed in deep thought while Yor washed the dishes and Anya was taking a bath. “Loid? Are you searching for a place where we could have a trip?”

“Yes, I am. We went to the aquarium last time. I thought we could go to the beach while renting a beach house to stay in. How does that sound?” Loid asked her.

“Oh, that sounds wonderful.” Yor agreed while clasping her hands together. “I cannot wait!”

The next day…. Loid walked to the agency to request for a few days off with his family. But it wasn’t all he ever had hoped for until Franky had informed he has a new mission on the same day of his vacation with his family. “What? Can’t you find another agent to do this? I really need to spend more time with my family as possible.”

“Sorry, Loid.” Franky apologised to him. “But—But it is a really interesting mission. Just wait until she explains to you.”

Loid sighed and muttered. “This better be good.” They both walked into the office and found Handler was putting some champagne in a basket with red ribbons and some love hearts inside it. Loid gulped softly and cleared his throat to get her attention.

“Oh, good Twilight, you have arrived.” Handler smirked.

Loid’s eyes twitched and gritted his teeth but took a deep breath in and out before speaking up. “Handler, what is it that you want to discuss?”

“Well, I was informed by Franky that you wanted some alone time with your wife and child. Well, I have this mission that involves with kidnapped brides in this honeymoon spot for newly wedded couples.” Handler started explaining the mission for him.

“And…?”

“And you had told your lovely wife that you were a spy and that was not a part of the plan, Twilight. So, I will let this slide and give this chance for you to spend your time with her there to rescue these poor brides.” Handler continued with a grin.

Loid blinked and shook his head. “Wait…wait… are you saying you are granting me permission to bring my wife on a mission with her? Are you testing her abilities as a hitman?”

“Well, yes and no. I can truly see how strong and capable she is, but I need to know that she won’t breathe a word that you are real life spy. Of course, I am granting permission for you to spend time with your wife.” Handler replied as she handed him the basket. “Oh, and I added a few things in the basket just for you as a reward. But before I do let you look into the basket, I am going to let Frankly get you up to speed with the rest of the information of the mission.”

The two boys walked of the office and Franky took out some files for the mission. Loid was really overwhelmed seeing stacked papers on the table, some were categorised and in order. He even looked at the recent kidnappings and the grooms complaints.

“Some papers are growing and growing. There’s a lot of women who are captured. Grooms are getting worried.” Franky said while shaking his head seeing all of the papers.

“Hmm, we’d need to do this quickly. But who will look after Anya?” Loid asked him as he looked through the files.

“I could look after her. I mean, this mission is gonna be for week. You will have time to spend your lovely moments with Yor.” Franky teased him and then sweats nervously seeing his eyes staring at him deadly into his soul. “…Sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry. I am just…. Been so protective of Yor. She has been a center of attention when I had introduced her to everyone here.” Loid said as he remembered every men were trying to get her attention and really wanted to hold her soft hands.

“Maybe I should ban everyone from having contact with her.” Loid continued while clenching his fists with a vein popping.

“What? No! I mean, I am sure she was trying to get settled in. And besides, she had helped us a lot during our other missions.” Franky pointed out.

“True. Alright, I suppose I can let you take care of Anya. But on one condition. Yuri can help out.” Loid said to him.

“What?! Why?!” Franky exclaimed in shock.

“Because it has been months, he had seen her. It would be nice if you two got along well and try to work together to look after Anya while we’re gone.” Loid replied as he got the files in his bags and reluctantly grabbed the basket that Handler gave him. “Alright, I am off and come to eat dinner at 6pm.”

“Good luck, Loid. You may need it.” Franky called out to him as he prepared himself to get to his house and pack up his things for his stay in their apartment. He wished it was just him and Anya, rather than Yuri, him and Anya. He scares him.

(~)

On the way home, Loid arrived early to tell Yor that their trip will be their new honeymoon. And he will tell her about their new mission together. He waited for her at home while packing with Bond watching over him.

“Loid? Are you already home?” Yor called out to him.

“Yes, I am in our room.” Loid replied, putting some clothes on their bed. Yor came in and gave him a kiss on his cheek. “Handler was kind enough to give us a week to let us rest up.”

“Oh that is wonderful. I cannot wait to pack everything! Who will tell Anya that we’re going on a trip?” Yor chimed excitedly and then felt his hands grabbing hers.

“Actually, Handler said it was also a trip and a mission.” Loid explained clearly to her as she frowned.

“Mission? What happened?” Yor asked in alarmed, looking into his eyes. Loid offered her to sit on the bed and sat next to her.

“Okay Handler has assigned us to a mission where we have to act like we are on a honeymoon. And our main focus is freeing all of the brides who were captured and reunite them with their grooms.” Loid explained the mission to his wife.

“I see. Then if it is a really urgent mission, then I must pack right away.” Yor understood how important it was and packed all of her clothes including her hitman attire and her weapons. “So, when do we leave?”

“Right after we start packing. I hope you don’t mind, I invited Franky to look after Anya as well.” Loid said to her.

“Oh, sure it’s great to have him accompanying Anya and Yuri.” Yor smiled, getting her clothes folded and placed them on their bed with Loid giving her luggage and heard the bell ringing. “Must be Yuri.”

“I’ll get it.” Loid smiled at her as he walked over to the door and opened it seeing Yuri. “Hello, thank you for coming in.”

“Anything to look after my darling sweet little niece. So, she is still at school?” Yuri asked with Bond licking his shoes.

“Yes, she is on her way with her friend and classmate. Not to worry, she will be here on time for dinner while your sister and I pack.” Loid replied with a smile.

“You two are going on a trip instead of me looking after Bond and your apartment?” Yuri asked in confusion as he rubbed his neck while Loid sighed deeply.

“Well, I am going on a long-awaited deserved honeymoon with your sister.” Loid smiled at him with Yuri’s eyes widened in fear and shock. He knew this day would come! And he never wanted to let Yor be fully attached to this man ever! But he must accept the fact, she loves him very much.

“W-well, I do h-hope you two enjoy it. You really do deserve it.” Yuri smiled while clenching his fist and a vein was popping out while Loid slyly smirked at him. Seeing him crack just for a little bit was so satisfying for him to see.

The door opened with Anya came running inside and hugged her papa on the legs. “Papa, I’m home!”

“Welcome home, Anya!” Loid happily greeted and carried her in his arms. “Look who’s here. It’s your Uncle Yuri.”

“Uncle Yuri!” Anya reached for him with Loid letting him hold her. He let them have a few minutes with each other and went back into his room seeing Yor was putting something in her luggage rapidly as if she doesn’t want him to see.

“Yor? Something the matter?” Loid raised an eyebrow.

“No. No! I am all packed now. Is that my brother?” Yor asked quickly as she left the room to greet her brother. Loid shrugged and then decided to put the luggage’s out in the living room and then saw Franky had brought in a lot of cartoons for them to watch.

“Look, Franky was kind enough to bring in a lot of cartoons for Anya.” Yor smiled at Loid who smiled cheerfully and then looked over at Franky who gave him another file. Loid watched Yuri and Franky were eyeing each other with a glare on their faces.

This is going to be a long week. But all that’s worth, he gets to have some alone time with his lovely and beautiful wife. He also remembered the basket and held it in his hands and placed it on the table. Also putting the secret envelope Handler had given him.

“Anya, I am very sorry that we cannot take you to our trip. But Papa and I are going on a special trip. I want you to be good to your uncles.” Yor said to her daughter with a smile and then gave a stern expression to her brother as he understood that he’ll do whatever he needs to do to take good care of

“Oh, that’s okay, I do understand!” Anya smiled brightly at her parents.

“Also, I left the numbers on the fridge. Be sure to call us if something has happened.” Loid smiled at her as she hugged the both of them. “So behave and listen to your uncles. We will be back soon.”

“Okay! Have fun Papa, Mama!” Anya chimed while Bond barked.

They all had said their goodbyes to Anya, Franky, and Yuri. Both of them went inside the car that will lead to their ‘honeymoon’. It seemed like a quiet place to have a honeymoon. It was nice. Clean air and beautiful sights to see and go to. The beach house looked so beautiful, it has great architecture, wonderful spacious rooms and it is a breathtaking luxury beach house.

“Hmm, I love it Loid, how did you afford this? It must’ve cost a lot.” Yor wondered as she took off her sun hat and put her bags on the floor next to the table.

“Well, Handler handled everything, the money, the activities, the food and everything.” Loid replied as he looked at the papers. “So, tonight, there is a restaurant that is opening on the beach. We should get ready. You have your uh, weapons ready?”

“Of course, but if you don’t mind, I would like to get changed first.” Yor said as she got her dress out.

“Sure, I’ll just wait in the main room.” Loid nodded with a smile. He thought it would be a good chance to go over the mission and look for certain clues where they might be. He had looked through some of the photos but never got the chance to read the rest of the information that Franky had given him.

He also wondered if Yor wanted to go on a real honeymoon. He would love it if he would take her to dancing and take her on a walk down to the beach, then play in the waters. Maybe even kissing her with the sun setting. Sounds like a perfect honeymoon.

“…..Loid? What are you smiling about?” Yor asked him while she fidget with her sunflower dress with her hair down past her waist. Loid blushed seeing her in a beautiful dress and has fallen in love with her all over again.

“Uh… j-just how we are doing this missions together that’s all. Ahem, and that we are on our honeymoon trip.” Loid smiled nervously with a small blush on his cheeks.

“Oh, well, then I am very excited. I also got my weapons ready.” Yor chimed with Loid standing up, smiling at her.

“Alright, we should get going.” Loid smiled back.

They both walked along the footpath, holding hands together and act like they are a real married couple. Yor blushed a little, remembering the moment he had confessed his feelings of love. She was so happy she got to experience in going on a honeymoon.

They had reached to their destination and sat at their table. Loid pulled the chair for Yor shyly which she happily accepted and sat on the chair with him sitting opposite of her. They both had looked into the menu together and had ordered what they would like to eat.

“Hmm, this place does look romantic, don’t you think, Loid?” Yor asked.

“Of course. When we get home, we can go on another date.” Loid smiled lovingly as he held her hand across the table while she blushed bright pink and looked into his eyes until something caught her eye.

“Loid, two men are outside the restaurant. Possibly waiting for a newly wedded couple to come out.” Yor said softly with Loid nodding with a stern expression.

“Appearance?”

“Dressed in black, both in coats with golden and silver watches on their waist.” Yor noted while she play with his hand which Loid blushed yet, he played along until their food has arrived.

“Alright, we have to be on our guard. For now, let’s just be our normal selves.” Loid winked at her while she giggled and began to eat her meal which was absolutely delicious! Yor also fed some of her steak to Loid which he shyly accepted.

“So, do-do you think we could do this some other time? I mean, someplace else?” Loid asked while he rubbed the back of his neck watching her eating her dessert.

“Hmm, I would love to. Oh, I wonder how Franky and Yuri doing.” Yor wondered while Loid whimpered as he was supposed to call them, but they call them now. “You’ve forgotten to call when we got here, didn’t you?” Yor asked, seeing his reaction.

“Yes, I did…Sorry, sweetie.” Loid apologised seeing her arms were crossed and she narrowed her eyes at him then she chuckled softly.

“It is alright, Loid. It’s our first time. So there will be no mistakes next time.” Yor smiled at him while she drank her water. Loid looked on the reflection on the glass, seeing a wedded couple were walking out of the restaurant and heard car wheels screeching from outside.

Loid and Yor both looked outside seeing the bride was being taken away while the groom had called in for the police. The spy and the hitman had paid for their food and disappeared from the restaurant and had ran back to their beach house to get ready.

They were both on a roof top and he had brought in his binoculars to see what they were doing. It looked like there has been multiple missing women inside. He looked to the side seeing Yor taking off her coat seeing her revealing outfit. He blushed deeply seeing her in a halter-style black dress, showing her shoulders. As well as her cleavage. She also wore a rose choker and rose pattern on the inside of her skirt. He also noticed she wore a pair of black thigh-high boots with black fingerless gloves.

And she had changed her headband to a golden coloured with a rose and two spikes coming out each side. “Uh, ahem. Yor?”

“Hmm yes?”

“Is, uh well, you do certainly l-look lovely…. Um, doesn’t make you feel cold?” Loid asked her, trying not so hard looking at her cleavage.

“No. Not at all. I have been trained not to be bothered by the cold.” Yor replied with a smile as she twirled her weapons in her hands. “Shall we?”

Loid nodded as they both jumped off the rooftop down to the warehouse and had heard the men were trying to select a woman which made Yor more furious to hear such crude words that has been side. The spy held her hand tightly to calm her down as he grabbed his guns from his holster.

They successfully went inside the warehouse with Yor swiftly taking down two guards with Loid punched one in the face. Yor gave him another gun to use and she looked over at the women who were whimpering in fear. She desperately wanted to save them badly. She walked around with her husband following her.

If he ever had lost her to these men, he would hunt these men down if they hurt Yor in front of him. His eyes glanced over at the table and he got Yor’s attention as she looked over at the board with her eyes scanning all over the papers.

All of the women who are targeted by these men. It boils her blood inside and she wanted nothing more but to take them down. Loid heard footsteps and then held onto Yor and hid behind a pillar, holding her closely to him.

“Looks like these are all of the women.” Said one of the men.

“Heh, too bad we didn’t get that new bride that came in today at the restaurant. She looked like a real snack boys.” With that comment, it made Loid even more furious. They were thinking of capturing Yor to be one of their……toys to be played with. He cannot allow those men do such a thing to those women or to Yor.

“Loid…. We must get them out of here.” Yor whispered to him.

“Yes, and fast.” Loid nodded and looked at how many men were there in the warehouse. “Okay, here’s what we are going to do. I’ll distract them and then once I got their attention, you take the women out of here. If one man touches one of them…”

“I’ll fight them off.” Yor finished as she went to the other side of the warehouse to try and get to the women. She made sure they all stayed quiet, not to get her caught. She heard some rattling noises and turned to see Loid was the one who was doing it to distract them while he fought off against the men.

“Get him!” shouted one of the men who ran after him outside of the warehouse. But they weren’t prepared on what’s going happen next. Loid side kicked one of them in the face while shot one on the leg with his gun.

Yor quickly got the ropes of the women’s wrists, cutting them free from the restraints and guided them outside until one man grabbed onto him until she twisted his arm and then kicked him in the stomach, sending him into the air with one coming at her with her punching him and swung her golden metal pick and plunged it onto the palm of his hand, making him scream in agony.

“Go!” Yor cried out to the women who were rushing outside while she fought against them. She kicked them hard as she can, sending them back into the boxes unconscious.

Outside of the warehouse, Loid was handling very well fighting against them and saw one man was thrown from the window, he saw Yor was walking towards him while she twirled her weapons in her hands. He looked behind her saw one man was about to attack her from behind. He got out his gun and grazed his arm a bit, screaming in pain. Saving her just in time.

Then they heard the police was coming at their position while they ran into hiding away from the police and watched the men being arrested. Loid was watching how the grooms where reunited with their wives and saw the look on Yor’s face. She was relieved to see them being reunited.

He was glad that the mission was a success. Both of them walked along the beach while Loid watched her playing in the water and laughed when she felt it was so cold. He never knew he would have this type of feeling towards her and…. He was glad that it was her that got him this far to becoming the world’s best spy of all time.

All thanks to her encouragement as well as Anya. He loves both his wife and daughter with all of his heart. “Loid! Look a seashell! And there is a smaller one. I am sure Anya would love this!” Yor beamed with excitement.

“Yes, I am sure she will love it.” Loid smiled lovingly as he caressed her cheek softly with the stars sparkling in the reflection of her eyes. He gently touched a strand of her hair and then kissed it while she blushed deeply red. She was glad that it was night time, so he won’t be able to see it.

Loid’s eyes stared into her red eyes, he was looking at the most beautiful assassin he has ever seen. He leaned in and kissed her passionately as they fought for dominance with Yor reciprocating the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his torso and felt his heartbeat.

They kissed each other underneath the stars as they played with each other’s tongue and Loid felt every bit of her soft curves with her chest pressed against his. He held the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

“L-Loid?”

“Mmm?” Loid moaned into the kiss as they broke away to get some air. He saw her hair was now getting messy.

“W-We should do this at our beach house.” Yor said shyly, looking down at their feet.

“Of course. W-We should.” Loid nodded in agreement, holding her hand. leading her back to their house on the beach. Once they reached towards their beach house, he looked back at Yor who was taking off her boots and took off her shawl and put it on a hangar.

She placed her weapons on the table and looked at Loid who was taking off his jacket and his suit. She bit her lips, thinking back of their kiss on the beach. Slowly, she walked towards him as he noticed she was getting closer to him.

He reached out to her cheek and then they both clashed their lips together and he stumbled against the table with the fake vase falling down. He caressed her cheeks with her undoing the buttons of his suit and shirt, with him throwing it away on the floor while staring into her eyes.

They both breathed in and out heavily and continued making out as they both made their way to their bed room. He gently laid her back on the bed and took her appearance as an assassin and gently took off her headwear. Dropping it on the floor while he rubbed his knee in between her legs, getting the most cute and adorable reaction from her, moaning softly.

Hearing such angelic noise coming out from her mouth has really blessed his ears. He trailed his kisses on her neck while she moaned. She felt every bit of his muscles and kissed his ear softly while placing more kisses on his neck and felt his hands were exploring her curves and her breasts. He massaged them gently.

She arched her body and opened her eyes seeing his blue eyes staring down at her. She covered her face and whimpered. “Yor…are you afraid of me? If you are, then we could stop.” Loid said gently.

“No…I mean…. I am not afraid. Because it’s you. I know you won’t hurt me.” Yor admitted with a single tear rolled down her cheek. She smiled and caressed his cheek, kissing him on the lips, then whispered. “You can keep going.”

Loid nodded slowly while he helped her get out of her attire while kissing her shoulder softly. He laid her back on the pillow as he took her dress off, seeing her naked body while she hugged her chest, blocking the most beautiful view away from him.

“Sorry, this is my first time….” Yor said softly while closing her legs.

Loid didn’t say anything but was staring at her like she was the only woman in the whole wide world. “You…look beautiful, Yor. Do not hide yourself from me. Please, may I continue?”

Yor nodded and put her arms away from her chest, letting him kiss her bare chest and messaged one breast and sucked one nipple, making her moan louder and louder.

“God, Loid, your…your tongue…feels great! Ah!” Yor exclaimed and gasped softly in pleasure, tilting her head back on her pillow and gripped onto the sheets. Loid switched breasts as he bit softly, making her moan even more louder. He massaged them at the same time while watching her reacting to his warm touch.

He felt her hands were squeezing his arms softly and reached up to his strong biceps. His hands caressed her body while she caressed his cheek and she got up on her elbows to kiss him softly on the lips while his hand trailed all the way to her thighs.

He kissed her neck while she played with his blonde locks and then laid her back down again while trailing kisses on her chest, to her belly then went to explore her clitoris. But she covered it with her hands and whimpered.

“Yor…you don’t have to hide away from me. As I said, you are stunningly beautiful. A-and I cannot wait any longer, you are driving the world’s greatest spy crazy.” Loid smirked, licking his lips while she rubbed her thighs together before she lets him take off her underwear and started licking it gently and slowly.

“Ahh! Loid….t-that’s feels so good! More!” Yor moaned as she held onto the sheets in her hands tightly. He licked her more roughly while he squeezed her thighs as she moaned. She watched him getting up and wiped his mouth until he put one finger in her. She screamed and moaned, humping into his hand while he was exploring her folds.

“How does that feel, Yor?” Loid asked softly while he held her hand.

“It feels so…ah!” Yor whimpered, feeling two fingers in her now. She thrusted herself in his hand. She cannot take it anymore as she wanted more of him…him inside of her. “L-Loid?”

“Do you want me to stop?” Loid asked, thinking she doesn’t want to go bit more further.

“No. I do not want you to stop. It’s just did you bring a c-condom? Protection?” Yor asked, looking away from him, covering her mouth.

Loid looked at her in confusion then remembered something. He went to the basket Handler gave him earlier and grabbed the bag filled with little squares, had something in there. Now he gets it now. These are the condoms Yor had mentioned. “These are it…right?” Loid shown her the condom in his hand.

He saw her looking at him lustfully with her eyes shining brightly. She nodded and stood on all fours, watching him taking off his pants and saw his dick with her eyes widening in shock, seeing how big he is. He put the condom aside and he caressed her cheek as she looked at his dick, she gently touched it. She has never done this before but never wanted to disappoint him.

So she took the risk and licked the tip softly hearing him groan softly. She put her hair behind her ear as she sucked all of his dick while he tilted his head back, feeling such a great pleasure. He never felt anything like this. “Ahh, Yor!”

A muffled scream escaped as she pulled away from his dick, seeing more of his juice spilling out while she gulped, taking it all in. She breathe out while looking up at Loid in his eyes. He took a cloth in his hands and wiped it all away.

Loid decided it was time to put on the condom. He put it on and turned to see Yor was opening her legs open for him. Once he was ready, he was rubbing his dick against her, making her whimper and twirl her hair.

Then he thrusted his cock into her as she moaned while he grunted, burying his face onto neck. She held him tightly, both panted heavily. “It…. doesn’t hurt?” Loid asked her quietly.

“No, please do keep going.” Yor replied seductively against his ear as he started to thrust into her, in a perfect rhythm. She loved the sensation she was feeling. She made eye contact with Loid, locking into each other’s eyes before they both kissed each other passionately.

Loid thrusted in her more roughly and held her hands with her legs wrapped around his waist. In no time, he would cum. He stopped while putting one leg up on his shoulder and thrusted slowly into her before doing it roughly.

She moaned louder and louder, holding his arms. How she loved it! She arched her body, feeling something was happening and screamed out loud with Loid holding her body down onto the bed, coming into the condom. He set her leg down and collapsed on her chest, panted heavily while she held him tightly in her arms with a smile.

(~)

Loid and Yor both laid down on their bed with content smiles on their faces, she was leaning on his chest with their legs tangled with each other underneath the sheets. He had his arm around her while staring up at the ceiling with a smile on his face.

He really did it. He made love to the love of his life! But he wondered if she thought he was bad at it and that she would regret it. “Loid?”

“Y-Yes?” Loid saw her getting up and laid on top of his chest.

“Thank you. I mean for this honeymoon, mission, going out for dinner and well… this.” Yor smiled lovingly, creating circles on his chest. “I really enjoyed it. Including the sex part.”

“You’re welcome. I am glad that was successful.” Loid chuckled, brushing her hair out of the way to see her face clearly. “I hope I wasn’t all that bad.”

“Loid, no, no. Y-you were amazing, I must say.” Yor blushed softly while getting up a bit and kissed him softly on the lips. “If we ever do get another chance doing this, we could ask Franky and Yuri to look after Anya again.”

“Of course, I called Franky, she’s asleep now.” Loid smiled at her while she laid her head back down on his chest. “If we are going to do this again…we might need more condoms. I believe we already used them all that Handler gave us.”

Yor giggled, remembering how many times they had done it and it was an amazing night of her life. She got to experience it with the man she truly loves. “I believe so.”

Few Days Later

Loid and Yor came back home to their house with happy and content smiles on their faces and opened their door. “Anya, we are home!” Loid announced until he heard snoring from the living room.

“Aww, how cute, Loid, look!” Yor squealed softly with Loid going in the living room and then gasped softly seeing the big mess right in front of them. But then smiled seeing their daughter sleeping in Yuri’s arms with Franky hugging a pillow in his arms, sucking his thumb.

Loid snickered as he decided to take a photo of them and try to at least tease his brother-in-law and his friend. Maybe show it to the entire agency. “This will be in the history photo albums. I shall show this to everyone in the agency.”

Yor giggled at his antics. It was rather cute to see him all loosened up after doing their missions. She has been blessed to share such a blissful honeymoon with him. It was the best night of her life. She hugged him around his waist with him looking behind to see her smiling.

“Let’s fix up some breakfast and wake them up. We need to report this to Handler.” Loid smiled at her.

“Of course.” Yor smiled brightly while walking towards her daughter and younger brother. Loid could still see she was still a bit sore and wobbly in the legs. But nonetheless, he enjoyed it.

He put the suitcases near the table and watched Anya hugging Yor tightly with Yuri while Franky came hugging Loid tightly. “I am so glad you are back from your honeymoon!”

“Yes, yes, I am glad I am back and what have you done to our house?!” Loid hissed at him grabbing the collar of his shirt. He gulped fearfully and then looked back at the mess in the living room, seeing every packet of candy and chips everywhere, including some crumbs.

“Um… well, that was a very long story.” Franky chuckled nervously at his friend.

“This will be the last time you’ll be babysitting Anya in here. Instead, we are getting her to stay at your place.” Loid whispered.

“Yuri, thank you so much for looking Anya.” Yor smiled at her brother.

“It was no problem. I love my little darling niece with all of my heart.” Yuri smiled warmly at his niece. If anyone has the desire to hurt my niece, I shall shove my gun at their heads and shoot them myself.

Anya was shocked to hear that in her mind and immediately hugged her mother’s leg. “Aw, she missed her parents a lot. I do hope you enjoy your trip.” Yuri hoped as he grabbed his bags. Yor awkwardly looked at Loid who was drinking some water with droplets of sweat falling down from his forehead.

“It was…we have the greatest time of our lives.” Yor chuckled while hugging Yor in her arms.

“Oh, that’s great!” Franky exclaimed, happy for the two. “Now can we go now?”

At the agency, Loid and Yor had left Anya in the care of Franky again while they had talked to Handler. Loid and Yor were standing in front of her desk while she smiled at the two with a grin. This irritated the spy so much he knew how much she was going to tease him.

“Well, well, Twilight, I hope you enjoyed your honeymoon with Yor. I heard the mission was a success. And thank you, Yor for helping us out.” Handler smiled at her.

“Oh, no. thank you. I really do love helping you with your missions. Especially with Loid’s. I am more than happy to work with you again.” Yor blushed bright pink.

“Happy to hear that.” Handler smiled at her. “Loid, you are one lucky guy to have her. Never let her go. You understand?”

Loid smiled at his wife lovingly and held her hand, intertwining their hands together. “I am not planning on letting her go.”

The couple said their goodbyes to Handler and walked back into the hallway to get to Anya with smiles on their faces. Yor saw Anya was running up to them and held out her hands to her with Loid watching with a smile. He got the family has he never thought he would have, and he loves both of his girls and had promised he’ll never leave them.

[piracytheorist]

surprised that no one asked about Fiona and Handler :'D

I'm assuming about the character ask meme from a few days ago :D

Fiona

First impression: We have this term in my language that would translate to "ice column", and it's used to describe a person who is cold and shows absolutely no expressions. Well, that was what I thought when I properly saw Fiona, especially when she went to the Forgers' house and Yor opened the door to well, that face.

Impression now: Look I ain't excusing her but there's something deep and sad about her wanting Twilight to see the real her but hiding that self behind that unbreakable poker face. I want her a million miles away from Yor but I also want her to find the comfort to be herself and not drag others down.

Favorite moment: This is hard to answer because I don't enjoy her as a character, I enjoy the dynamic she brings to the story. For that matter, my favourite moment that she was a part of was when she confirmed to the audience that Twilight's smile hides a part of truth behind it. But I'm not sure I can say I have a moment I like that's about her. But I am open to it for the future.

Idea for a story: I want her and Twilight to come to a very angsty clash. For her to try and ruin his marriage to Yor and him realizing that she has feelings for him. Which would lead him into thinking he failed her as a mentor, because he failed to see that she'd grown feelings for him and because he failed to correct her when she took his "hide your feelings" advice so much to heart that she ended up never showing feelings like ever. Idk where it would go from there. Perhaps he would ask Handler to assign her another assignment in another town to put some distance between them and it would actually be sad because they feel they've failed each other. And even though you wouldn't root for their relationship to be romantic it's sad because they were so accidentally so toxic for each other, even though they had the same goals and actually wanted the best for each other.

Unpopular opinion: There's more to her under her "notice me senpai" front and I'll patiently wait for Endo to prove me right.

Favorite relationship: Uhhhhh

Favorite headcanon: Idk nothing comes to mind

Handler

First impression: Who is that now what's she about will she be there just for briefings and such uhhhh give me SOMETHING

Impression now: I want her entire backstory and a spin-off just for her and how she went from a grieving mother into a handler for an entire spy agency.

Favorite moment: Her "you don't know shit about war" speech. I've even wrote a meta about it. I remember at that point I wanted to see more of her and OH BOY DID THAT SCENE DELIVER.

Idea for a story: It kinda is becoming a story thanks to @spencerisdead taking my ramblings and putting them to fic, but it's about Twilight getting captured and tortured, and Yor being determined to save him. But because peace treaties are on the verge of being secured, and Sylvia knows any drama involving spies breaking out of the SSS's clutches will only make things worse, she decides to call the SSS on Yor in order to force her to leave and let things be until peace is secured. Lotsa angst and feelings of betrayal both from Yor and Loid (once he makes it out) but I think very on par with how Sylvia works. She would feel lots of guilt for it, but she'd know (and so would Loid) that she would do it over and over again if it meant peace would be restored.

Unpopular opinion: Yeah unpopular alright cause I think it would take far more for her to allow Twilight to just up and leave and go live a peaceful life (and Twilight, too). I've read a few fics where she just... lets it happen, and though that's in no way a jab to the choices of the fic writers... I don't think canon Sylvia would just go like "Oh okay you love them go live a peaceful life with them I guess", she would drag his ass back to HQ and smack him for some good measure. Again, it's okay to happen in fic, fic is supposed to be transformative. But at the worst possible scenario, I think she would at most take Twilight off the field and have him do office work or something for WISE. If anything, because it feels like she knows he wouldn't choose to abandon this position that easily.

Favorite relationship: With Twilight, platonic, like a found brother/sister relationship or something. I cannot wait for more details on how they got to know each other (no spoilers for the manga though please!)

Favorite headcanon: She seems to be quite a positive thinker. Or maybe she forces herself to be? Like I remember in two separate occasions (right after the Doggy Crisis arc, and when Zacharis' secret ended up not being a danger to peace) that she went like "All that matters is that peace is safe". So I think after all the tragedies she went through (and still goes, in a manner, since she constantly has to watch spies from her agency get caught and killed) she's forced herself to have a more positive outlook and focus on the good outcomes.

[netraptor]

Fanfic: Gunshy

This is a short fanfic I wrote of @newbabyfly ‘s characters, but mostly about Gideon. When a warlock girl meets Gideon and runs away from him in panic, he’s drawn into a web of blackmail and cruelty centered around Gambit and a Shadow of Yor it’s been attracting. But can Gideon save this girl, or will they both become prey?

Chapter 1

Gideon didn't expect to find trouble among the books in the Archive that day. The big warlock studied the bookshelves in the Vanguard Archives, absently running his fingers through his silver hair. After deliberating for several minutes, he selected a stack of books on the Roman Empire. His broad shoulders brushed the bookcases on either side as he edged out into a study area. Here were several tables with chairs, a few other warlocks scattered among them.

The Tower archives were a combination library and computer lab. Gideon went there often to study and soak in the peace and quiet. After intense missions in the field, or a lot of Gambit, it was nice to sit with a few books and a tablet, reading about Earth's long-vanished past.

He set his books on the nearest table. A human girl with improbable bubblegum-pink hair looked up with a frown.

"Excuse me," he said. "Mind if I sit down?"

The girl nodded and slid her own books to the side.

Gideon pulled out a chair and sat down, then flipped open one of his books. As he did, he happened to notice the Roman coliseum on the front of one of the girl's books. "You're studying Rome, too?"

She nodded and inched her chair backward. Her eyes flicked over him, then down to the book. "Yes, I'm ... researching Roman architectural design. I've actually visited Rome, and many of their buildings stand to this day. Including the coliseum."

"Really!" Gideon leaned an elbow on the table. "Did you go inside?"

The girl gave him another quick, up-down look, as if he was a hostile alien and she was scanning him for weapons. "No, I ... there was a Fallen encampment inside. I couldn't get close."

"I've visited Venice," Gideon offered. "Or what's left. It's mostly underwater, now. But the books say it was once a city with waterways instead of streets."

The girl winced and suddenly rose to her feet. "Excuse me, I ... need to go." She left her books and almost dashed for the door.

Gideon's ghost, Emery, phased into sight above Gideon's left shoulder. He wore a sparkling disco ball shell, and his blue eye blinked curiously after the girl. "That was odd."

"Her sudden departure?" Gideon said. "Yes, quite strange. She even left her books."

"No ... I mean, she was afraid of you. The moment you sat down, her heart rate elevated. I took it for attraction at first, but her stress level began rising, too. She departed in the midst of an anxiety attack."

Gideon blinked at his ghost. "Why should she be afraid of me? We're fellow Guardians."

"I don't understand," Emery muttered. "Well, her ghost tag says that her name is Sienna. I suppose we'll recognize her if we ever see her again."

"For a person named Sienna," Gideon agreed, "her hair was far too pink."

Gideon would have forgotten Sienna, except that she was in the Archives the following day, too. He'd returned his books and selected more, only to notice the tell-tale bubblegum hair across the room. Sienna was bent over a book with her back to him, and hadn't seen him come in. Her ghost floated at her shoulder, watching the room.

"I'm going to introduce myself," Gideon thought to Emery through their bond.

"All right," Emery replied. "Maybe she won't be so frightened if she knows who you are."

Gideon crossed the room and stood beside Sienna's table. Her ghost whispered to its guardian. Sienna looked up and started, hands flattening against the table. A little lightning flickered over her fingers.

"Hello," Gideon said with his most engaging smile. "I believe I frightened you yesterday. That was not my intent. I'm Gideon."

The woman sat perfectly still, staring up at him. He was reminded of a cornered deer he had once watched the Fallen spear to death. Sienna had the same wide-eyed, desperate look.

Her ghost whispered to her, then looked up at him, too. It wore a blue and orange Vanguard shell.

Sienna tried to smile. She only succeeded in baring her teeth. "Hello. Gideon. I'm Sienna. Do you mind?" She flicked a hand, asking for space.

Gideon stepped back, and Sienna rose to her feet. The top of her head only reached to his collarbone. Gideon was taller than most people, at 6'8, but he dwarfed this girl.

She tried to face him, but as she looked at him, she gasped as if suddenly unable to breathe. She darted sideways and fled out the door, leaving her books behind once more.

Gideon gazed after her. "Should I be insulted, Emery?"

"Uh ... I don't know." Emery usually guided Gideon through sticky social situations, but the ghost was at a loss this time. "She's genuinely afraid of you. Have you ever interacted with her before? Crucible? Gambit?"

"Not that I know of," Gideon replied. "And I'd remember that hair. This is ... passing strange."

He glanced at her books. Instead of Rome, this time, all her books were about the Hive.

No sooner had Gideon left the Archives than he received a call from his teammate, Echo-3.

"Hey Giddy!" she said through the ghost link. "Killy's off training baby hunters, and Stoomdorm's busy. I just took an assignment to thin the Vex on Venus, but I need a fireteam. You and Nika game?"

Gideon groaned. "Nika's in the Dreaming City for the next month. I'm up for a mission, for what it's worth."

"Just you, huh?" Echo said, sounding disappointed. "We need one more. Who do you know who's free?"

A random thought crossed Gideon's mind. "I just met this warlock named Sienna. Maybe she'd be available."

"Right," Echo said. "I'll give her a call. Hold please."

"Her ghost is playing hold music," Emery said. "Do you want to listen?"

"What music?"

"Metallica."

"No thanks. I prefer the Beatles."

Gideon headed down the Tower walk toward the living quarters at the far end. After the loss of the old Tower during the Red War, the Vanguard had relocated headquarters further down the wall, where there was another hanger and lots of unused space. Guardian quarters were inside the wall itself, several floors down.

As Gideon clanked down the metal stairs, Echo's voice returned. "Talked to Sienna, nice girl. She agreed to come along. How do you know her? Should I be jealous?"

"I met her in the Archives," Gideon replied. "We share the same tastes in books." He didn't mention the panic thing, since he didn't really understand it. "No need for jealousy, Echo."

"Uh-huh," she said. "Well, suit up. We're shipping out in an hour. I need some of that sweet glimmer to buy a new sparrow that just came in."

"Echo, you already have three sparrows."

"And they're slow! This one has a nitro booster. I've got to buy it before some other hotshot does."

Gideon and Emery rolled their eyes at each other.

"Oh," Echo added, "bring your sword. You want to impress a girl, swords do the job."

Gideon thought about this as he unlocked his apartment door. "Is that a euphemism?"

"No," Echo said with exaggerated sincerity. "I never make lewd jokes. How dare you suggest it, Giddy."

"Don't call me Giddy," he said, and motioned for Emery to cut the connection.

"She'll be mad," Emery said.

"No, she won't," Gideon said, locating his favorite armored combat robe with the belt made of chains. He'd known Echo practically since he'd resurrected. Killy had more or less trained them both, and their team was more like a loose dysfunctional family.

He outfitted himself in an enviro suit, then the armored robe, then selected his weapons. Definitely the compound bow. He'd been practicing with it for months and could put an arrow through the eye of a Hive Knight at three hundred yards. A hand cannon for close range. He lingered in front of his weapon rack, dithering between the replica Ace of Spades and a far shadier weapon called Malfeasance. In the end, since they'd be fighting Vex, he took the Ace.

He topped off his selection with a sniper rifle, and he was ready. He nodded at Emery, who transmatted him to his ship in the hanger--a quick flash of light and a sensation of flying through the void.

Echo waited nearby, tapping one booted foot. She was an Exo, a human intelligence in a robot body. She wore heavy Titan armor that concealed her hourglass figure and tossed an auto rifle from hand to hand.

"There you are!" she said, waving at Gideon with her rifle. "We just need our third and off we go."

Gideon thoughtfully pulled his helmet on and fastened the straps.

When Sienna transmatted in, she didn't seem to recognize Gideon. She nodded politely to both of them, then approached Echo and shook her hand. "Pleased to meet you. You're the fireteam lead?"

"Hell yes," Echo exclaimed. "Time to murder some robots."

"Is it murder, then?" Sienna mused.

Echo laughed. "We can debate it in transit. Let's get out of here."

As Gideon climbed the ladder to the cockpit of his jumpship, he caught a glimpse of Sienna staring at him, gripping her own helmet until her knuckles turned white.

This mission might not be as straightforward as he'd hoped.

[everythingloveandanimated]

Agreed! Yor immediately starts fantasizing her marks’ deaths. Twilight immediately starts planning for gathering intel.

They go out on a “date”, but it’s vengeance job in Anya’s honor. (Anya knows what they are doing and they know it. They’re calling it a date for the sake of the charade.) They get in the vehicle, look at each other and say “For Anya.”

“For Anya!” also becomes Yor’s battle cry while she stabby stabs and slashy slashes. Along with screams of “How dare you do that to my daughter!” “You will pay for what you’ve done!” “You’ll never haunt her again!”

Twilight has this cold fury that these adults would dare ruin a child’s innocence. Would dare turn her into a tool. He’s done his soul searching and checking himself while he was preparing for the mission, but this affirms his convictions. What these doctors and scientists did to his “daughter” turned real daughter, is UNACCEPTABLE!

Job gets done, they’re all bloody and panting for breath, but satisfied.

Twilight feels a deeper connection with Yor, watching her clean her spears and washing the blood off her hands. Unless it was fatal, he would just clean himself up at his safe house. Yor makes a somewhat distressed comment about getting the smell of blood off so Anya doesn’t smell it. She doesn’t want any parts of these monsters near her daughter.

Twilight thinks how lonely and heavy that burden must have been for her. (He might say this out loud to her). He also says that he can look into ways to get blood scent out of skin (if he doesn’t already know).

On their way home, they talk about the cooldowns of their missions and assignments. There’s a solace and solidarity between them, a deeper respect for their respective jobs. A deeper respect for each other as people.

i always wonder what will happen when twilight and yor learn about anya’s past and how she was made an experiment. though, the obvious and immediate answer will be that whoever did it will be dead within the next few days

[avengersohyeah]

Hawk-Eyed

Materlist

A/N : This is a request from @paladin-alby Clint Barton x C.I.A. Male Reader i don’t know if you like it, if you do help me share it please? And @mrgrant9559-blog my first request what do you think?

The first time you stepped your foot in Langley is when you were just 19 and barely graduating from your college. Extraordinary ? Yes because you never know ordinary in your life. Born and raised in fairly respectable not to mention, rich family makes you never experience even the slightest of uncomfortability. Your family shower you with wealth, anything you want you just need to ask and it will be there by the seconds. For some people maybe you’re living the dream, but for you life can’t be more of a boredom than it already is.

Your family never expect you to do something great. Because great is in yor blood as they like to say. And that’s what irritates you growing up. You went to school dilligently, maintaining your high scores and even cut a few years of it. But compliments only came from other people that tiredlessly licking your footsteps. Saying how fortunate you are, living in wealth, having a brain like not many other human, and you have the look. Yeah they never forget to mention the look. How in the world that peole only seems to care about what they could see outside ? Even your family did that too.

Then at the end of your college year right before you turned 19, you told them that you decided to join C.I.A’s Internship. And for the first time ever you see a real reaction from them. Your family was furious about it, stating how they wanted you to continue your family’s bussines only to be let downed by you choosing to join C.I.A. And because of that, you were more driven in joining the program more than ever. Giving your parent assurance wasn’t easy, especially your father. But he made a deal with you, be the top of everything or comeback home and take over the bussines like they want you to. And being the cocky little shit you are you agreed. And oh boy how you were wrong. The group of interns that you were assigned to are bunch of einsteins. Genius hacker, a doctor that could diagnose her patient’s illness just by looking, stupidly brilliant engineer, and there’s you. You thought you were genius, always top of the class in school, finished college at the age of 19, but here you’re just like anybody else.

The Internship proved to be harder than you imagined. You thought you’re just going to be trained in solving cases, paperworks maybe? not being a sandbag for the field’s agents to beat and threw around the mat like this. Self deffense, espionage, and weaponery ussage. They said that it’s a standard that every “agents” should be able to deffend themselves from any possible threat of their assignment. And that’s for you is a bullshit. But then, you promised your parent that you’ll be in top of everything, so you worked your butts of.

Few months after training each of the interns were assigned to their respective divisions, but not you. You were sent to the Camp Peary or what people in C.I.A called “The Farm”. And here  you are the top in every trainings they gave you, and surprisingly you held the best score amongst any other sniper ever trained here. You were happy that you could finaly find what you really master at and be happy about it. Not that shool lessons are bad, but this is something that actually interesting enough for you to say that you’re good at.

The last month of the training is when you choose a weapon to be your special skill set. Most of the trainees chooses to be a sniper, or close range combat expert with knife. Again, being the cocky little shit you are, you choose a weapon that nobody cares to even look at. Bow and arrow. Yup reading Hunger games and your obsession towards Orlando Bloom’s Legolas is the reason behind it all. After all you were pretty good at it, given the medals you got from archery in highschool. And that’s when you were 13.

At the trial, the other trainees looking at you as if you are crazy. Side glances and the cynical smirks they gave you were quick to replaced with slack jaw after your trials. None of the target saved from your arrow, and none of your arrow wasted away in failed attempt. And you think to yourself as you passed them outside the trial ground “How’s that sons of bitches?” And unbeknowst to you your footage of the trials were streamed live somewhere in D.C at S.H.I.E.L.D headquarter.

S.H.I.E.L.D headquarter

Clint and Nat just got back from extraction mission in Timbuktu where H.Y.D.R.A held captive a geological profesor for God knows why.

“Wanna go out and grab a shot tonight ?” Nat asked as they walked down the hall to report to Fury.

“I don’t know, my legs are killing me” Clint complained

“Getting old already Dad ?”

“Don’t call me Dad!” He said as they reach Fury’s door. He knocked twice and then entered the room after Fury gave them the clearance.

“Agent Barton, Romanoff, How’s Timbuktu ?” Furry asked without turning from the big screen in front of him.

“Timbuktu’s fine, the profesor kinda freaked out but non harmed. Barton complained about his legs…” Natasha smirked after telling Fury the last part. Looking at Clint and got a hiss from him. “What’s with the TV ? Anything interesting?” She asked

“You’re in time for the interesting part actually.. Sit down..” They watched as the screen shows them a live feed of people which they assumed are trainees.

“Is that The Farm?” Clint asked which earned him a ‘wtf’ look from Nat that soonly giving Fury the same look.

“Wait we’re scooping C.I.A now?” Nat asked

“Not in general, but you’ll see something that I know you know that I like..” At this ambigous answer Nat and Clint shares a look and Clint just shrugged.

They watched as a trainee called Rick or Mick guy entered the trial field. He had a gun straped on his thigh, and knife clutched in his hand. From the stance, Nat, Clint and Fury knows exactly what kind of things that they would see. And they were right, the Rick guy apparently is pretty good in combat. Millitary styled, with a bit of taekwondo and jiujitsu in it. He took down most of the bot coming toward s him in a motions that is so fluid like a water. He took ahit few times, but nothing serious enough that could threaten his life. When the time’s up, the amount of the bots he took down appeared on the screen. 21 in 300 seconds, so aproximately he tookdown one / 14,2 seconds not bad.

“Is he the guy you wanted us to see ?” Clint asked to Fury, but get nothing as answer except for a nod signaling to the screen. When he looked back to the screen, his eyes wide out of surprise.

There you stand at the entrance of the trial field holding a bow with bags of arrows on your back, gun strapped on your right thigh, and knife on your left. He was to shocked and glued to the screen wnd failed to notice that both Fury and Natasha gave him a ‘gotcha’ smirks. They looked back to the screen as the timer start. As soon as the bots are out you retract four arrows at a time, pulling the string of your bow with it, and release it to send them embed in each bot’s chest right to the sensor to deactivate them. You spun to the right and shoots another four arrows and this time it went straight to the bot’s heads. You turn to the right shoot, turn to the left shoot, run to the stone take cover from the firing bots. Pull few arrows, came out from behind the stone shoot. Turn to your back shoot, climb the stone, jump then kick two bots approaching, swing your bow to slap the other, pull out a gun shoot the bots in the head one, two, three, four, till  you ran out of bullet. You pulled your remaining arrows then shoot at the bots coming from your front. And when the time is nearly up, one particular bot that has arrow in it’s chest sensor spring back to attack you only to be knocked out with your bow sending it’s head spinning. The sirens goes off, and the score is plastered big on the lower right corner of the screen.

48 fucking 48 means you took down a bot every 6,25 seconds. If Clint were surprised at first his jaw is on the floor by now. Not only him, but Nat and Fury both has their eyes wide. If none of them were so stunned by what they just saw, they would surely laugh at each other’s faces right now. Then the live feed ended, replaced with your bio on the screen.

Fury cleared his throat “So this is what we got (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), (D/O/B), Son of (Y/F/N) and (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N). Owner of one of the biggest winerry in the U.S. Graduated from College at 19 years old, IQ number unidentified..”

“Wait, how come IQ number unidentified ?” Clint cut him

“Because each time he took a test the number changed…” Fury explained

“Lower ?” Nat asked

“Higher..”

“But that’s impossible..” Clint denied

“But he did…” He continue his explainations “Joined C.I.A for a law division, but after his first training in weaponery and combat he’s transferred to field agent training in The Farm. And since, he topped every single class with a stable A+.”

“And you want him… in S.H.I.E.L.D …” Clint interject.

Nick just stared at him without giving a real answer. Then Natasha broke the silence “Why ? Of course what we just saw was amazing.. but why ? Does C.I.A knows that you want him?”

“What we just saw came from a boy that spend his life with world handed to him, he doesn’t even knows how to fight before his training. Impecable archery skills, gold medal three years consecutive in high school from 13 years old. And yes C.I.A knows because I’m the one that requested him to be transferred to The Farm in the first place.” At this revelation, confusion grows in Clint and Nat’s feature “Look, I called you here not to ask about my choice, I called you here to give you an order.”

“And that is ?” Clint asked

“You are going to be his mentor Agent Barton.” At this, Natasha get off her chair and walked out of the room sending Clint her famous Black Widow smirk.

“Why me ?” Clint asked simply

“You already know the answer Barton..”

Clint sighed “So you’re sure about this… When do I start ?”

The next day, right after your score was announced, you received your mentorship order. To say you were confused is understatement, the other trainees received their mentorship with C.I.A’s best agents but you ? here in D.C in the biggest espionage organization ? You don’t know what the actual fuck is happening. But then again you remember, when was the last time your life isn’t extraordinary ? Never, so you clutched your duffle bag tighter and head inside. As soon as you reached the receptionist you were directed to go straight to the training room where your mentor is waiting for you. As you walked to the direction she told you, you muttered all profanities in your vocabullary. Training room ? really ? the first day ? your mentor must be crazy. When you reached the door of the training room, it opened automatically, you let yourself in, and begins to search for your mentor. It wouldn’t be hard because the room is basically empty. Then you heard it, the grunts, the moans he released along with his breath and the sounds of metal meeting metal. The sounds itself could make you bothered and exited in the most sinful way. You shake the feeling of, continuing your search for the mentor, bench press ? you asked yourself. You round the corner and there he is, the dirtiest blonde hair you would want to run your fingers on. His arms bulging in all the right way after his bench press, his skin… oh how it looked so smooth with those blonde soft hairs covering it. And those eyes. Oh those eyes are so blue, it has this slightly darker shade near his pupil and I swear it dilated for a few seconds. And I swear it changes color too, it is grey now that I look at it closer. Oh wait.. closer ? You gasped when he caled your name

“(Y/N)… hey you okay Kid ?”

“Uhh.. oh yeah I’m.. I’m okay you’re my mentor…” You flinched internally at your statement, real smooth (Y/N).

He laughed and I swear my heart just jumped out of my chest, this men is going to kill me. He then patted my head and walked past me. When he reached the door to the locker room he yelled “Are you just going to stand there all day or are you going to come with me?”

You stumbled in your way to the locker room where he just entered. When you’re inside you can see from the corner of your eyes that he just walked into one of the stall, and you sure you saw his petitte round butt. Oh My God what happened right now ? He’s my mentor damn it how can I feel this way ? And he such a tease…. Wait does he aware that he’s affecting me ? Oh My God that would be dissaster. Your trance were cut off by his voice ordering you to sit on one of the bench. And fuck you’re compliying him like a trained puppy.

“Hey Kid don’t need to worry about this whole mentorship, I’m not going to order you around like what those C.I.A agents does..” He said from under the sray of the shower.

“How do you know what they do in mentorship?” You asked nonchalantly

“We are S.H.I.E.L.D Kid we know everything.” He chuckles light heartedly

“Oh right I forgot…” At your response he chuckles louder by now. “Are you laughing at me ?” There your pride speaks for you, sensing that it is droped by the seconds you’ve been with this men.

“How if I say I do laugh at you?” He taunts

“Then you’re not different with all those assholes back at The Farm…”

“Assholes? I thought all of you were on a good terms even if you were all rivals ?”

“Right.. that’s what you thought but not what happened. They hated me to their bones, and they despised me, they even laugh at me when I chose bow and arrows over riffles.” There’s a sorrow in your voice, and he sensed it.

“Hey do you know who I really am ?” He asked behind the stall door.

“Nnnoooope…..”

“Have you ever heard of Hawk eye ?”

At  this revelation your eyes widened “Shut Up! Oh my God it’s an honor to meet you sir.. I” His words cut off mid sentence because of this fine ass specimen of a guy stepped out of the shower with all his muscles on show with droplets of water rolling down every ridge of his fineness. You visibly gulped hard at the sight, and God those v line and the happy trail under his navel.

When you’re busy staring him down, Clint are now sure of his suspicions, and decided to play a little game on you. He cleared his throat purposely “You’re with me Kid ?” You shakes your head and how your cheeks are shades of pink. “You’re cute” He said inside his head.

“Uh.. I’m sorry I wasn’t.. I … Um when do we start ?” You’re officialy screwed by now.

“Meet me outside in five and I’ll show you around.”

A Fucking Torturous Month Later

 You’re panting hard as you rest your hands on your knees. Sweats covering your body, you’re drenched by it for God sake. When the first time you think you’re going to have some fun with your mentor you weren’t wrong. You weren’t completely right either. Training with Clint is the worst torture you could ever imagined. Not only you would see him in all his muscle glory sweating, but those muscle were also pressed tightly to your body. Of course not in the way you imagined where he pound into you to the mattress holding your both bodies close. But in the way where you got your right led meeting the back of your head while the left side of your body is trapped under his and the mattress. You tapped his arms signing your surrender yet again.

“It’s not fair… I haven’t trained close range combat for that long and you only train me that this whole month…I’m great with my weapons” You whined yet again

“You need it just in case… you were stripped out of your weapon. You’re just sour because you could never beat me (Y/N)” He teased.

You do what you think is the best idea at the moment “Let’s prove it! You, Me Bow and arrows, moving bots practice field tomorrow.” “Okay… But let’s make it interesting. The winner get’s everything he asked from the loser.”

“You make yourself a deal old man..”

The Next Fucking Day

 Oh my God I’m screwed ! You think to yourself. You came to the practice field to try to practice first, measuring all the parameters that could help you once the bots were out. And there next to the entrance displayed in the fucking human sized LCD. Barton C. 53/300, Barton C. 50/300, Romanoff N. 43/300.

“Fuck I’m screwed” You muttered under your breath, lost in your own head not noticing someone standing right behind you. It is until he whispered “halo kid” on your right ear that you jumped out of surprise. “Jessus!”

“You wanna give up now?” He smirks slyly.

“Who says that ?” With that you stride into the preparation room leaving him behind.

Clint shakes his head affectionaly “God he’s so cute.. I’m gonna make you mine (Y/N).. just you wait..”

It was hell, the bots they used here are way tougher than the ones they used at the farm. These bots needs to be shoot at the vital killing parts to deactivate them completely. That means you gotta double whatever efforts you put back in your trial at The Farm. 3oo fucking seconds you’re in the field, 51 bots down. You exit the field with thriumpant smile that makes your eyes closed. You hear Clint chuckled and quickly changed your expression to ‘How’s that Old man?’ expresion. He ruffled your hair and entered the field. These kind of gesture is one of many things that makes your heart palpitate out of control. You know he is your mentor, he probably straight too, but you can’t help it. It’s long since you already given up to resist these feelings. You accept that you are in love with your mentor Clint Barton, fucking Hawkeye. You were ready to be disowned as an apprentice when you decided to tell him after this competition. But then you remembered his smiles, his stares, and the way he ruffles your hair. Its all filled with adoration, it means he also have feelings too right ? But you couldn’t shake tose fear in your head that he might just see you as a brother.

You were lost in your head again, and brought back to reality after hearing the sirens goes off. You glanced at the door, seeing him with those smile that makes the corners of his eyes crinkled. The sight itself could make your heart explode, then you remembered what you came here for. You look at the score board above his head.

“How could you took down that many bots and not even breaking a sweat ?”

“It’s my playground Kid..” He watched in amusement as you stompped your feet like a child.

“That’s why it’s unfair. It’s my first time here and you’ve been wrecking all those bots far many times before.” You pouted, crossing your arms in front of your chest, and jutted your lower lip in habbit. When you didn’t hear any laugh from Clint you look up in time when Clint muttered ‘fuck it’ and leaned down capturing your lips on his. You goes stiff for a moment trying to process what is happening right now, and a moment later, you find your hands fly to the back of his neck. You kiss him back with as much wants as he showed, your lips moving in harmony as his hands pulled your body up. As you’re now standing, he pressed your body fulsh to his. At the the movement, you gasped and at this chance he slipped his tongue into your mouth. Lapping at every bump of teeth, every ridge of gum and how you tasted so sweet. He pulled back after sensing your breath that is getting shallower each second he kissed you. You both stares at each other while panting hard catching your breath.

“What was that for?” You panted out

“Because you’re so cute all pouting like that….” Said under his heavy breath

“So is that what you want with the bet ? A kiss ?”

“No…I want more than a kiss… I want you..”

At this request you could’ve swear your heart is speeding like a race car. “You..you want me ? why ?” You stuttered not really believing thatthis is all happening right now.

“Because the moment you stepped into the training room the first day we met, I knew already that I’m going to fall for you. And now I’m sure that I fell for you hard…. So (Y/N), would you be mine?” At his request a tear slipped from your eyes, you nodded furiously not believing your own voice.

“Then say it.. say that you would be mine…”

“I’ll be yours.. Clint Barton I’ll be yours…” He rest his forehead on yours, and you both smiling like an idiot, then your little shit self surfacing “It’s not like I have any choise right ? I lost the bet after all.”

You both break into a fit of laughter, but not letting anyone go. “So since you’re mine, can I take you to the bedroom? Can I show you how much I want you (Y/N) ?”

Again at his question, your heart speeding up if that’s even possible. He asked you before he claim you, he’s concerned about your opinion. Oh God how perfect you made this men. “Then take me, no one’s stopping you.” You kissed him passionately and then part away to drag him to his room.

When both of you reached his room, he slamed your body closing the door, kissing you hungrier than before. You kissed back with the same force, but you give up eventually, you let him explore you, and when he moaned to your mouth, you swear all the hairs on your body are standing. His moan sends you an unexplainable feelings that makes you shiver uncontrolably. He pulled back only to reach the collar of your training shirt and rip it apart. God how hot this men can be, He then reach to your belt, and in a few swift movements yor left on your boxer.

He then grabbed your hand and throw you to his bed. This men is surely going to ruin you for other men. The way he became this hungry beast in the bedroom makes your cock even harder than before. You propped up your upper body on your elbow watchind him as he stripped himself away from his training gear. Every muscle rippled everytime hemoved, it’s the most erotic scene you’ve ever witnessed in your live. He’s on top of you at a record time. Kissing you again with more passion than earlier, you moan instinctively and he slipped his tongue. With all your clothes off, you can feel how hard his muscles really are, and his dick. Oh how you can feel it’s hardnes next to your own as he grind on you. He slowly traveled the kiss down your body. Your jaw, your neck and when he reached your pulse point you moan harder. “Got It” he murmured before bitting and sucking at the place, making you moan louder as he do it over and over. When he’s satisfied with his work, he traveled down his kiss to your nipple, sucking one, and pinching the other with his hand. You moaned louder as you arc your body to make your chest closer to him. He loved it he love how responsive you are to his touch, and his touch only. The thought of only him that get to do these things on you makes him growl on your nipple, elicting a whimper coming out from you.

Getting a little bit impattient, he ripped your boxer to reveal your hardened cock to him. The head is incredibely read, signaling how much blood that is rushing into it. All because of him. And he don’t waste any more time, lifting both of your legs and spread it apart. Revealing your pink puckered hole to him. he groaned at the sight and dive right in. God this men is a beast he eat you out like nobody does, not that you’ve beeh eaten out before because Clint is the first men that is ever get this far with you. He slipped his midle finger to your mouth, then his point finger, then his ring finger. Three fingers, God how big exactly this men is? When he pulled his fingers, they are wet with your saliva. He waste no time and insert his midle finger to you as his tongue keep licking at your hole and giving his saliva as extra lubricant. When you were relaxed enough he plunged the other two fingers inside. “Jessus !” you screamed.

“Jessus could never make you feel this good Kid” He said lowly. He thrust his fingers at a steady pace, making sure that you’ll be loose enough for his dick. When he sensed that you are loose enough, he pulled out his fingers, and reaching to his bedside drawer. Pulling out a lube, then he rid of his boxer. Boy that is the most beautiful cock you’ve ever seen. The one you will see in a high quality porn in all those paid sites, and did you said big earlier? Seeing you practically drolling at the sight of his cock, he grabbed your chin and kiss you forcefully

“Latter Kid, I’ll fuck your mouth and rouin you for good, you want that ?” You nodded furiously “Now I just wanted to feel that little hole of yours wraped around me” Oh how pathetic you look right now. God this men will ruin me for good.

The feel of the cool lubricant that he smeared on your hole could never feel any better. Then you feel it, so sudden, so hard, painful, yet pleasing at the same time. He thrust into you in one hard thrust. Your wals pulsating becaouse of it, your cock twitching ath the feel of his dick that is pressing against your prostate. He doesn’t wait for long until he pulled out completely and thrust into you agai, then he sets a brutal pace. You were screaming no wailing so loud until he silence you by thrusting his tongue into your mouth. You followed his tongue and dance in unison. His thrust never flattering with the added kiss you shared. He thrust and thrust, fast hard, and hitting you right on your prostate. Then you feel it, the rush of blood that is so fast to your lower parts, it’s coming, your release is coming, and Clint felt it too.

“You’re going to cum baby ? Without even me touching you?”

“Yeah yeah Clint…aghh so close….”

“Don’t worry me too, your tight hole is so warm wraped around my cock….Hmmm you’re squeezing me.. that close huh ?” He then angeled himself a little bit up and you’re done for, You came for the very first time untouched on ly from his dick. White spurts of your cum splashing your chest and his, seeing this, and the feel of your asshole spasming is what set him off. Spilling a month worth of his seed inside you, he thrust slowly riding both of your highs. Until he came to a stop, he remained the, seathed inside you as his dick is slowly softening. He pulled out then he once again spread your legs apart, watching as his seed flowing out of your now red puffy hole. All because of him, all his, he dived down and collects everything he could and he kissed your parting lips. Transfering his cum to your mouth, you both kissed until you swallowed everything. He then looked you in the eyes, smile lovingly at you and said “Mine…”

“Yours..” he kissed the top of your head and tuck you to his side. Pulling the covers up to veil your both naked bodies. “Clint… is it to soon if I said I love you?”

“No…No.. it’s not to soon baby, because I love you too, from the first time you set your foot in that training room..”

“I guess now I coud say that I’m Hawk-eyed..”

“Hawk-eyed?…. God you’re dork, what am I gotten myself into?” You hit his chest half heartedly. He chuckled “well you could never run from me now, because you’re now Hawk-eyed..” We both burst into laughter. We talked and talked about what possibilities that is to come to us. Until we both fell to the land of dream, dreams that we just make it true by admitting our feelings..

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Missed Messages

*I switched persons I know, I did it deliberately. It goes from third person to second person. I know I haven’t been updating alot recently, I started college and have been swarmed with a tonne of coursework and assignments.*

Prompts: 9. Please listen to me- 18. You lied to me 28. They say it’s hard to let go. But with you I find it impossible. 34. Please, don’t leave 68. I wish I could hate you

Fandom: The Flash Character: Barry Allen (The Flash) Warnings: None Word Count: 1316

Being a CSI was a stressful job everyday but it was something that you enjoyed everyday. But when you had your father and your boyfriend working alongside you, it became a little bit of a roller-coaster, especially when your father happened to be the one and only Detective Joe West. Multiple times had he voiced his many many complaints about you joining the CCPD. But working as a CSI was always something that you have wanted to do.

Recently it seemed as if everyday there was a new crime to have been committed, there was a new body. As always, the call to come in to review another dead body. After you, Barry and your dad had all assessed the crime scene, took photos of the scene and collected what you thought was the correct amount of evidence needed, you all returned to the CCPD where you and Barry went up the stairs to the lab & began to analyse the data before you were called downstairs.

Almost an hour had passed before you went back to the lab with a small stack of papers. “Hey, do you have the file for the case? Dad needs it.” You spoke out as you walked over to Barry, who was still sat back facing you on a stool staring intensively at the computer. Startled, Barry rapidly shut down the computer before turning to face you. “File? Oh, right. It’s right....” He paused and started looking through a stack of brown files, “Here!” He finished, the file stretched out towards you with a small triumphant grin perched on his face.

You muttered out a small thanks. “We’re still on for tonight right?” You asked, looking behind you as you placed the papers down upon the worktop before rotating to collect the file from Barry’s hand. “Yep. Seven o’clock okay.” He responded, moving closer to you before placing a few quick pecks on your lips before allowing you to leave. When you had reached the top of the stairs, you heard Barry’s voice again. “Hello, Cisco. Yeah. Where? Okay I’m coming now.” Before you saw him race down the stairs past you and rush out of the door.

A couple hours later, it was already 5:30 and you were finally at home getting ready for your date with Barry. After spending almost half an hour in the shower, you walked into your bedroom with a towel wrapped around your body and your hair before sitting on the bed and calling out Iris to help you find an outfit, knowing she was downstairs. “Iriiiis.” You elongated the ‘i’, trying to get her to come up, “You know how you’re my favourite sister in the entire wor-” You continued before she cut you off, “What do you want (Y/N)?” She said, as you could hear her footsteps walk up the stairs and she finally popped her head into your room. “What’s up.” She says before noticing that you weren’t ready for your date that was now in 45 minutes. “I don’t know what to wearrrr.” You whined once more, pouting at your sister hoping she has an idea for an outfit.

About half an hour later, you had managed to curl your hair, find an outfit and matching shoes and was now doing the finishing touches to your makeup. When you had finally perfected your winged eyeliner, you threw on your shoes before giving Iris a hug and rushing out of the house to your car and rove off into the direction of the restaurant. As you pulled up to the car park of the restaurant, you noticed that you were almost ten minutes late ad praying that Barry wouldn’t mind, but when you went inside you saw no Barry Allen anywhere.

Deciding to find your reserved table anyways, you sat and waited for Barry. Unaware of the fact that your boyfriend was currently occupied saving another citizen of Central City from another villain meta-human. After about ten minutes, you shot Barry a message asking where he is but came up with no response. Again at 7:35pm, once again coming up blank. Along wit the fourth missed call and second voicemail you left for him. As thirty minutes became an hour and an hour became an hour and a half, with over 20 messages and an equal amount of missed calls and voicemails, you decided that Barry was not going to show up for your date so you left and went home. Where the surprise of a lifetime awaited

“Dad! Iris! I’m back, and I bought Big Belly Burgers with me!” You called out whilst shutting the door and removing your shoes at the doorway before looking up and finding your father, sister and boyfriend stood around the dining table. Barry stood bedecked in The Flash apparel still. “Uhh... W-what’s going on?”

“You’re... The... Flash.” You spoke slowly, trying to process that your boyfriend and best friend was the fastest man alive, the meta-human that ran around Central City saving people. Iris and yor dad had vacated the room as soon as you had walked into the house to see Barry still in his Flash outfit. “No, no, no. No! No, there’s no way that you, Bartholomew Allen, are The Flash, I-I I’m choosing not to believe that.” You denied, the overwhelming recent information that your boyfriend Bartholomew Henry Allen was the superhero that constantly risked his life for others, the man who seemed like just an ordinary forensic scientist, your nerdy boyfriend who moved in with you after his mother’s death and father’s imprisonment, who liked Star Wars, science and musicals was secretly fighting crime throughout Central City everyday. “(Y/N)...” He spoke, moving closer, causing you to back away with your hands in front of you, stopping him from getting closer. “This isn’t how I wanted to tell you, how I wanted you find out about this... Other side of my life. I-I was going to tell you tonight at dinner.” He tried to justified. “Bare, you can run faster than the speed of sound, maybe even faster than light! And your best excuse is that you were going to tell me TONIGHT?!” You began raising your voice. “You’ve had these powers for over a year, and we’ve been dating for 5 months. You had multiple ‘dinners’ to tell me about this!”

“(Y/N/N), I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to be put in danger. I thought I was trying to protect you.” He once again tried to reason whilst once more trying to move closer to you, still receiving the same actions as before, you dodging him. “Protect me? Bare, we do the same job everyday, I am perfectly capable of looking after myself. You lied to me, Barry. I-I don’t... I don’t even know what to say to you.” You said, still slightly distressed from Barry’s overloading confession. “(Y/N), please listen to me-” But you had interjected, “Bare, please don’t say that ‘it was for my own safety’ or ‘you did it to protect me’. I know you did.” You accepted, before continuing, as you reached for your bag that sat on the couch in the living room, “But you have to realise that I have known you my whole life, we’re in a relationship and I find out after my father and sister. I can’t just forget that Bare.” As you reached for the door handle, Barry zoomed over to your, shutting the door again. “They say it’s hard to let go. But with you I find it impossible. Please, don’t leave.” His arms wrapping themselves around your waist as you stood almost frozen in front in front of him before deciding that your inner battle was useless. Wrapping your arms around his neck, pulled him down into a kiss and said, “There seriously are times when I wish I could hate you.”

*I am also making the 31 days of halloween imagines and a masterlist, so look out for those.*