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[gnatlistens]

album review: spy x family cour 1 soundtrack -- (K)NoW_NAME !!

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE SPY X FAMILY !! the soundtrack isn't as good as kimi no na wa and assassination classroom but it's still really memorable! most are quite short (>2 mins) 

ALBUM RATING: 8/10

initial thoughts

can't wait for this ost and to hear the funny recorder music whenever anya does something HAHAH

i recommend watching the show before reading this, or listening to the soundtrack while reading! this has 45 tracks so it'll be a LONG one

some mild spoilers follow

tracklist

not typing all of them out here because there is. a lot. go check the full album (1h30mins) on youtube or Spotify/apple music !!

track 1: STRIX

starting off with the spy theme!! actually it's more like the superhero theme from the incredibles, but these are just repeated a lot HAHAH

kind of iconic but not the best of the best, i feel like I've heard it a lot but at least they switched up some of the parts nearing the end

7/10

track 2: WISE

same spy theme! just introducing one of the main characters, loid

6/10

track 3: transient calm

i really like this track name, it matches the vibes! not too interesting, just background music 

5/10

track 4: liar

the more funny version of the spy theme is here! it matches the comedy of sxf and is a recurring theme for the more funny parts in this series :) 

really memorable, 7/10

track 5: disguise

the guitar strums and how they are placed on different sides of my earphones are cool! I'm glad they went to this amount of detail for a soundtrack :) 

(yeah i know charlie puth did the same with left and right but i don't exactly support him rn )

7/10

track 6: plan b

the funny spy theme! just at a faster pace, and towards the end more intense and focused, like they are executing a plan (hence the title HAHA)

7/10! these are all great but not very outstanding

track 7: crisis of my home

the funny spy theme on it's own!! with the funny out-of-tune recorder like in the shittyflute version of titanic LMAOO

i love this, it was what got me interested in the soundtrack (i was like: i really want to hear the recorder part!)

8/10, really conveys the theme AND enhances it, making it so much more funny

track 8: girl's pastime

another similar funny theme, i love this one too! it's more light-hearted :)

i like the sudden serious part that becomes some light strings? that seem to convey a ?? feeling, like: hmm i wonder what will happen if i do this! what about this? oh no.

i tend to like funny memorable things, 8/10

track 9: subject 007

sad version of the funny spy theme, i think this is about loid's backstory :( 

sad but lighthearted, but not too memorable

6/10

track 10: front line

reminds me of ambulances and police invasions! the music really conveys the tension and can be used for any movie that requires this scene 

7/10

track 11: elusive man

creepy vibes, would fit squid game well! a bit too quiet for my liking because the rest of the album is loud, but it would fit as a background track. i don't think they adjusted the volume for the official release

5/10

track 12: without tears

quiet, not too sad. a lot of this soundtrack is sad though, im not sure why as the anime is mostly lighthearted and funny

the haunting vocals and metal screeches towards the end are really interesting. pretty long track (~4 mins)

6/10

track 13: ponder

the hotel lobby music, typical jazz. questioning undertones and yeah would be good background music when thinking of something

5/10 not my fav

track 14: thorn princess 

really like the melody but there's too much quiet. or maybe my volume is too low

5/10, would give it a higher rating if there were more music

track 15: delusion

sounds foreboding and dark, the knife sounds and creepy vocals put an edge to it! can be used in other movies/series too

6/10

context: he was acting as a spy in anya's favourite spy show! the lengths a father goes for his daughter LMAOO 💗💗

track 16: verge of a setback 

the same funny spy theme, ending slightly more sadly? i cant really hear the difference

4/10

track 17: strange marriage

really upbeat and a good variation from the theme!! the little beats in the background are quite cute, with a good ending

7/10

track 18: housework

really conveys the little family having fun around the house, and anya messing things up when she tries to help HAHA

8/10

track 19: berlint

another jazzy piece!! starts off with the classic cruella de vil motif HAHA, continuing through the piece and mixing with the spy theme

7/10

track 20: gorgeous step

i like this jazz piece, feels classy

7/10

track 21: try again

jazz that makes it feel like the wrong answer sound effect HAHAHS

5/10, not too interesting

track 22: looks like a nice family

really sweet piece, it was a cute part in the show! the family together and happy, even though they may be "fake"

7/10, the music made that part more coherentthe immediate tracks after this are sad.

track 23: teacups

why is this so sad holy shit. i don't even know which part of the show this is for but it almost makes me want to cry: the piano, starry background

10/10, it's so emotional

track 24: little by little

another sad song following a similar theme to teacups, but slower :(

8/10, emotional songs hit me

track 25: sunset

i really like the title HAHAH

same sad theme as the previous 2 tracks, but this one is more hopeful! after a pretty sunset, another day begins 

8/10

track 26: very elegant

elegant!!! a school theme, probably the tracks following this will sound similar too since it's about anya entering Eden (her school)

reminds me of the Great Hall in harry potter

7/10

track 27: eden college

slightly more magical and "wow!!" i didn't know eden was a college, the kids are 6 yrs old whatt

6/10

track 28: cecile hall

following the school theme again

this is a really sweet and grand piece, but it doesn't have much sentimental value to me

6/10

track 29: housemaster

kinda cute! the repeated theme that sounds similar to ballet music (swan lake maybe) is quite amusing, why is it used to describe the housemasters HAHAS

maybe because they are elegant :)

6/10

track 30: precocious

interesting chinese traditional instruments :o

5/10, not very memorable

track 31: second son

is this damian's theme ? hmm

5/10cool anya to get through the next few tracks

track 32: twilight

wow mysterious and brooding. interesting but i don't associate it with twilight a lot, just danger in general

6/10

track 33: state security service

damn they make it sound so bad-ass, was it this intimidating in the show? really sets the scene!

7/10

track 34: questioning

me with my sexuality/romantic orientation. ANYWAYS

interesting, but it's more "something bad is going to happen, but what?" type of questioning than the more funny kind in track 13

6/10

track 35: crack down

these tracks are all creepy themed. i don't have much to say, just,, intimidating 

5/10

track 36: commence

the return of the spy theme! but more grand and bad-ass. that's a lot of quiet

5/10

track 37: NEXT MISSION

the recurring intermission between mission tracks

6/10

track 38: no one knows

love this! the flutes and beats give a tiptoe-ing around vibe, we are back to the more lighthearted themes of earlier

9/10!! 

track 39: forever and ever

so grand!! it sounds so swooning idk how to describe, it warms my heart :)

i hope the family stays together forever aaa 

10/10

slighty more than 2/3th through the album break!

the loving way anya looks at loid (out of frame) is exactly what the song portrays ^^

track 40: as a mother. as a wife

another yor soundtrack slayy

really motherly and nurturing, the repeated melody an octave higher sounds like a child copying what their mother does 😭😭

7/10

track 41: small daily life

another sad one helpp

im a sucker for emotional things

10/10, the bubbling/swelling of strings really gets me and i love the sweet-sour melody that makes it sad 🧼🧼

track 42: snake in the grass

started off slow but picked up the pace and became really fun! i don't think an actual snake in the grass would be so happy but okay HAHAHS

7.5/10

track 43: the forgers

CUTE. the waltzy feels, like the family is strolling along together! all of them have secret "powers" but they don't know yet HAHAHS

8/10

track 44: bondman

i love this it's so iconic!! the spy theme and funny theme mixed, a more fun track 👽👽

9/10

track 45: TBD

a track with lyrics!!! pronunciation is a bit off but emotions are there so that's great ! i'm surprised they wanted to do an english song LMAOO i didn't know it was english at first

i don't really understand the lyrics but it's a good spy song, fit the scene very well

love the melody!

10/10

best theme -- the sad theme in teacups/little by little/sunset

this one was the most recurring one that i liked :)

it's sad and sentimental, really touching

separating the tracks into categories

now you know which to listen to for different moods 😏

sad: tracks 23-25, 41

main theme: tracks 1, 2, 4, 36, 37, 44, 45

funny: tracks 6-9, 16, 19, 44

dark: tracks 10, 11, 15, 32-35

jazz/waltz: tracks 19-21, 43

school: tracks 26-29, 31

my top favs

forever and ever

teacups

TBD

small daily life

no one knows

bondman

crisis of my home

girl's pastime

housework

sunset

little by little

the forgers 

cut off at 8/10! i love the sad tracks, and the more iconic/funny/lighthearted ones 🧡 the more bad-ass tracks aren't for me HAHHAS. overall, this album gets a solid 8/10

i really love spy x family, it's the show i never knew i needed 

#sxf #album review #long post #very long post #long post tw #v sorry for this if it appears on your dash #reposting my old posts #spy x family #8/10 #soundtracks

[deus-ex-mona]

i miss the lxl divorce couch (it appeared in 1 image)

#this is h o r r i b l e who allowed me to type things into gdocs helloooooooooo~~~~~~~~ #complete and utter crack (mostly bc i forgor how to characterise 99% of the good dudes and ladies in this series lmao) #<-with that warning out of the way the divorce couch probably appears way too often in this tbh. u m. #(also very minor nghy bc i couldn’t control myself im not sorry) #this is the monster i spent my sick leave cooking up ig lmao #but man~~~~ i’ve tried to reread my past fics following a craving for bottom of the barrel worst of the 🅱️ad fics out there yk #h o w e v e r i could barely find anything coherent to read bc 90% of my docs are unfinished wips… i really played myself there huh… #oh well at least with this garbage i have one more critter to read when i wanna cringe at something bad lol #either way im sorry for taking up space on your dash with this. um. i’ll get back to tling soon… maybe… if time permits… #added to my personal cringefic compilation #<-seriously i don’t get how that tag is still in my autocompletes i barely use it smh

[shiny-jr]

damnation (peek I?)

Warning: Yes, this is a yandere thing. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Ace Trappola, Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, Riddle Rosehearts.

Summary: When you commit a crime, you receive a punishment. This is especially true in your society. No matter the crime, your punishment is the same: banishment. But to where you will be sent in exile and how miserable will it be? No one knows, because no one has ever returned.

Note: So, as mentioned in previous posts, this is only a snippet of what is to come in a project I’m working on. I just wanted to do something for my followers since we have surpassed the milestone that is 4,000 hearts, which is huge. So thank you! Unfortunately, I don’t really have time for a special like I’ve done before where I accept requests since I’ve been so busy with irl stuff and the current twst quiz project. So here’s a small bit of what you can hopefully expect. Remember, I may or may not change things, so what you see now may not be the same later in the final result. That being said, I’m sorry I couldn’t provide much else besides peeks at three of the seven results. I still have a LOT more to write. Like, a ton. But I hope you all look forward of what is to come. Added: Deleted the Scarabia and Pomefiore part to create their own sneak-peeks later.

I . . . II . . . III . . . IV . . . V . . . VI . . . VII

First there will be questions you must answer. Questions that I will not reveal in this sneak-peek, but based on the answers you give to those questions, you will receive a result with a story. This post is a peek at some of those stories/results. Important things to keep in mind that you learn from the questions: 

The mc is deemed a criminal in their society.

All criminals in this society are banished, no matter how insignificant or significant the crime may be. 

This particular society makes a show of banishment, to make others fear this fate. Which mc recalls seeing trials on tv about past criminals. 

All criminals are never seen or heard from again. No one knows for certain what happens to them, but most assume death. 

Although the most popular fantastical theory is that criminals become henchmen for infamous evil-doers, and receive punishment there that may range from anywhere like a violent painful death to spending eternity in some tiny horrid prison. 

THE RED QUEEN

Robes. You were wearing robes of the finest quality that weighed heavily on your shoulders. This surface you laid on felt... nice. Soft, nothing like the hard bench of the prison cell. As you sat up and recalled your current dire situation, you felt a sense of dread loom overhead like a thick blanket of gray clouds. Immediately, fearfully, you scanned your surroundings. Everything was painted red, there was so much red velvet. The floors were polished checkered black and white and the furniture, if not completely red, was crafted of finely carved wood. It was fancy here. Safe, for now. Wherever this place was.

There was something hefty on your head, only noticing its weight settling on your skull as you moved to stand up from the crimson red sheets on the king-sized mattress. As you removed the item from your head, you were perplexed to see a small golden crown and a heart-shaped staff beside the spot you had laid on. Wait just a moment... red everywhere? A fancy setting? A crown and a heart-shaped staff? Rapidly you dashed over to the mirror just beside the bed, gasping at your appearance.

You were dressed just like royalty. And not just any royalty, like a king. A king of red with a heart-shaped staff... Just like the meek king that was married to the ruthless Queen of Hearts from the fairytales. So it was true, criminals were often sent to dangerous tales where they would perish. And you... you were a criminal and you were here, but... you were the king. How did the story go again?

The Red Queen, or Queen of Hearts, ruled over Wonderland with an iron fist. She would behead anyone who got in her way, and her reign terrorized the residents of the realm. That is, until Alice fell down a hole and arrived in Wonderland. She would eventually free this land from the oppressive rein of the queen. As for the king... what happened to him again? He didn't really appear in the story. You wracked your memory for an answer, when the horrid realization came to you. The Red Queen had been so terribly jealous and suspected that her husband was cheating, that she had him beaded! His head left to rot as it floated in a river of blood, surrounded by the heads of other victims, and the king's lifeless skull still with the crown. He had died before Alice even arrived in Wonderland!

You clutched your neck, grimacing at the thought of your own detached head, crown still attached, doomed to sail in a moat of blood. It made you sick to your stomach just thinking about it. There had to be a way to prevent your death, or at least stall for time, but how? The king couldn't just up and run away! People would take notice immediately, someone would inform the queen, and you'd be a goner for sure! But then what? You couldn't kill her either, could you...? It certainly was an idea. You would be doing a favor for the rest of Wonderland too...

THUMP!

Abruptly the doors flew open, nearly causing you to shriek. But you managed to hold your tongue as you quickly placed your crown back on and clutched your staff. When your eyes focused on the door, you were surprised and almost relieved to see the figure of a short young man that had slammed the doors open. He was... rather adorable, actually. It caused you to tilt your head, endeared by his appearance.

The young man had hair that shamed the red roses, and wide gray eyes. As soon as his eyes landed on you, however, his face grew flush and his expression twisted into one of rage. Immediately he slammed the doors shut behind him, stomping up to you, his heels violently clicking against the tiled floors. When the short young man was in your face, another horrible realization dawned on you. With that crown on his head and his wondrous red garbs, this could only be the queen. Or at least, someone meant to be the red queen.

“You knave! Where have you been lurking?!”

“I…” You were at a loss for words. What were you supposed to say? What was the king even doing before you got here? Most importantly, how would you avoid the queen’s wrath?

At your lack of a response, he only seemed to grow more frustrated as he threw wild accusations, “You–– You’ve been sneaking about, seducing the men of my court, haven’t you?! I shall have your head––!”

“Wha–– N-No, I haven’t!” You blurted out. The king was originally beheaded because the queen was jealous and thought she would lose him to others. So if you could assure him that your heart belonged to him, well… survival just might be possible. Although acting wasn’t necessarily your strong point, you could only try for the sake of living another day. Nervously you smiled, throwing aside your staff as you lifted your hands to gently hold his fist he had been angrily waving near your face. Thank god he didn’t have a knife or anything of the sort, or you feared he may have tried to stab you out of raging envy. “How could I ever dare to throw my loyalty to you away…? You are amazing…! I apologize sincerely if I haven’t been able to express my love for you properly. S-Sometimes it feels like you’re really too much for my heart to handle, you in all your… glory…!” Oh god, this was going terribly. All you could do to give the messy act a bow to top it off, was lean your head down and hesitantly kiss the back of his hand.

Miraculously, that seemed to work. Almost. The queen’s face was no longer as flushed, but he gazed down at you as you lingered at his hand. Suspicion was still evident in his eyes. “How do I know?”

“H-Huh…?”

“How do I know you aren’t lying? How do I know you won’t leave me as well? How do I know that you still love me? Prove it to me.” Those gray eyes of his watched you carefully, seemingly unhappy with your lack of a response. After about five seconds of no answer, his face scrunched up and he bellowed, “Guards!! Gua–– mmph!”

Not knowing what else to do, you kissed him. He wanted a sign of devotion, right? Oh god, this was it. Your death was here and now. You had no other way to shut him up. If you covered his mouth with your hands, you were a goner. If you attacked him, you were a goner. If you tried to continue reasoning, you were still a goner! You can’t believe that this was how you died, having to kiss a stranger as your last desperate attempt to live. Well, he wanted a sign. You were ready for him to push you off and armored guards come running in to drag you to the guillotine, when the most unexpected thing happened. He froze, he didn’t fight back or scream bloody murder.

When you slowly pulled away, you were stunned. His face was flush again, but for an entirely different reason other than anger. There was a dazed look on his face, and it almost looked as if he wanted to do it again judging by how he gazed longingly at your lips. It was then you understood that your reckless decision making might’ve just saved your neck.

The red ruler frowned, but you were unsure if it was because he was unsatisfied with something or if it were for another reason entirely. This time, when he opened his mouth, he spoke softly, as if still dazed. “You scoundrel… How dare you play with my heart like this? I should still take your head for that.” You gulped, but he continued. “But… I truly didn’t want to get rid of you. So I’m glad we can avoid that now. I expect to see you well away from the noblemen.”

“Y-Yes… Your Majesty.”

At your obedient response, he smiled and patted your head. “Good.” Taking one step closer, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against your cheek. He lingered there for a few moments, before taking one step back.

The action left you flustered, embarrassed, because not only had you kissed a stranger but they had kissed you in return. And not only that, this crimson ruler believed you were his partner, the king! Under normal circumstances, you would’ve considered yourself lucky to land in such a position since the king has so much power and wealth. But in this type of situation, you can only shudder to think of what may come next and what would’ve become of you. Because these were no ordinary circumstances, and this was no normal kind ruler.

“Come along now. I don’t want you alone, do you understand?”

“Yes… Your Majesty.”

He beckoned you towards the very doors he entered from, and when he opened them, you were met with another character. It was a tall man with glasses and short messy dark green hair. Immediately he bowed to the queen, but when his eyes landed on you, he looked as if he saw a ghost.

“Change of plans, Trey. We will not be beheading my dear today. Nor tomorrow, I think. They’ve become quite affectionate, so my doubts have been dismissed.”

“O-Of course, Your Majesty…” The glass-wearing man, Trey, glanced over at you with disbelief, but he looked a bit relieved, it’s as if he wanted to say something. But he opted to hold his tongue and instead shifted his gaze forward as he walked beside the red-haired royal. “There is still that soldier imprisoned that displeased you.”

“Ah yes, the one that claimed to see those messy blonde locks but failed to capture our lost wanderer. Bring him to me in the throne room.” Just then he glanced at you as you walked a bit behind him, “My dear, you must be there with me. This should be quite the spectacle. I will see you in a moment.”

“A-As you say, Your Majesty…” You replied stiffly.

He frowned and stopped in his tracks before grabbing your collar and bringing your face closer to his. What you half expected was a sharp knife against your throat, something that would kill you, but there was no such thing. There was only his sharp gaze and disappointed tone. “You’re supposed to respond with: my dear. Not Your Majesty, not Rosehearts, but perhaps I’ll allow Riddle for now. Do you understand, dearest?”

So his name was Riddle. Judging by Riddle’s tone, he wasn’t angry, but rather irked that all the sweetness from earlier was now gone. Proceeding, you chose your words carefully as you attempted to smile as convincingly as possible, “Y-Yes, of course, anything you say, Riddle, my darling.”

At your words his cheeks became a pink hue before he let go of you and cleared his throat, quickly turning away and proceeding forward towards the end of the hall where he had whatever duties to fulfill. So you were left with Trey, his subordinate. The calm tall man’s shoulders sagged once the royal left, all the tension seemingly evaporating from his body. When he gave you a somewhat soft smile, your worries ceased for the moment as well. “I’m glad you’re still intact. I was certain you were a goner.” He was… nice? “You need to be more careful. I don’t know what you did to change Riddle’s mind, but he was ready to behead you himself. You know how he keeps that huge battle ax under his bed. He mentioned something about using that, and I thought he was going to use it to chop your head clean off.”

Oh god. That little guy was going to do that? That stupid kiss really did save your skin. “Heh, I’m still a little shaken…” Wait, you were supposed to be acting like the king! What did the king even act like? How were you supposed to know? He never even lived long enough to make it into the story! “I, um, am very appreciative towards your concern… Trey.”  

Trey appeared a bit surprised but he then smiled once more at you. “We’ll talk more later. Right now, we have a situation on our hands.”

What kind of situation? You didn’t even have time to ask when Trey led you down the checkered hall to an opening behind velvet red curtains which were the entrance directly to the large elegant throne room. There, you saw another stranger talking animatedly to the less-than-pleased-looking Rosehearts. This stranger had orange hair that brushed against his lower neck, and he had much more enthusiasm than those you had encountered thus far.

“Dear, there you are.” Instantly Riddle visibly brightened up as he gestured to the soft smaller heart-shaped throne beside his much larger grand seat. “Come, sit, we’re currently discussing the important matters at hand. Such as the dilemma with our prisoner. Cater, continue.”

When this Cater, fellow’s, green eyes trailed over to you, they became filled with surprise as he fumbled over his words, “Huh–– O-Oh! Right!” Forcing his gaze back on the red-haired royal, he began explaining, “There’s nothing really new to talk about, Your Majesty! I mean, seriously, this rookie was just the unlucky one that happened to see that blondie Ellis. According to him when I went to question him, he just said that he saw the guy in blue and when he went to confront him, Ellis escaped with some purple beastman!”

“Purple beastman…?” For a mere moment he appeared perplexed, when quickly the dots began to connect in his mind as he gasped, “Chen’ya! Why, the nerve of that––!”

When you saw his face begin to heat up again and a look of anger crossed his face, you slowly placed your hand over his arm that rested on the armrest of the throne. Then, he froze, everyone else, Trey, Cater, the few servants, the many armored guards in the room, they all were wide-eyed at what you had done. You had touched the queen when they were about to enter a fit of rage! You messed up–– Shit––

Riddle released a slow breath before placing his other hand atop your own. You felt such a massive flood of relief knowing you made the right move when he appeared much calmer as he nodded his head toward you, “Thank you, my dear. We shall discuss a proper punishment for that wretched feline later. For now…” Instantly his voice did a one-eighty as he turned his head toward the two imposing doors and shouted, “Bring him!!”

Nervously you looked over at Trey who stood tall and upright by Riddle’s side, and he remained oddly focused on the door. And that orange-haired guy, Cater, where did he go…?

“Hey…!”

Your eyes flittered over to you right where Cater was bent over a bit to whisper in your ear, while everyone else was distracted by the prisoner being escorted inside.

“I’m so happy that you’ve alive…! Don’t go dying on me so quickly, ‘kay? You wouldn’t leave me all alone here, would you?”

“Uh… no, of course not.” Huh. This Cater guy seemed pretty close to the king, or now you actually.

When you averted your eyes to the front, you listened to the clacking of armor as you watched more soldiers bring forward one of their own. Yet unlike all the others masked by metal, this soldier in shackles didn’t have a helmet. His messy red hair stuck out every which way, which made you wonder how on earth he even managed to fit that mess of hair under a helmet at all. His eyes were glued to the floor, and he wore a stiff frown as his shackles rattled with every step he took until he was right before the steps leading up to the red royal. When he refused to kneel, he was pushed down to his knees as Riddle eyed him with disdain.

Riddle wasted no time, because as soon as this prisoner was on his knees, he began his tirade of questions. “Ace Trappola, was it? We know you saw Ellis. Do you know where he is?”

The soldier’s head lolled forward a bit, his warm-colored eyes stopping on you for a moment as you gazed back at him. In a way, this Ace reminded you of… well, you. In shackles, forced to kneel, in front of a higher authority that was obviously not particularly fond of you, and likely with a sentence that could only mean your doom ahead of you. In a way, you did feel for him after hearing the basis of why he was arrested.

All was silent, only his shackles could be heard again as he slowly shrugged and snapped back, “I’d like to know that too! I mean, I’m sure wherever he is, he’s free as a bird. Meanwhile, me? Locked up for trying to do my job––!”

“Failing to do your only job.” Riddle corrected with a scoff. “I will ask you one more time. Where. Is. Ellis?”

Ace, still annoyed, continued. He must’ve been either stupid or brave for continuing. Although it might’ve been both as he mocked him. “Didn’t you hear me the first time? I. Don’t. Know.”

Under your hand you felt Riddle’s fingers dig into the armrest, his knuckles growing white as he raised his voice an octave, “What if I take off your head? Will you know then?”

“If you took my head, you wouldn’t get any answers after that.” He retorted with a slight eye roll.

Underneath your hand you could feel Roseheart’s anger growing the tighter he dug his nails into the chair. When you saw his face, you and everyone else could tell that he was fit to burst, no doubt ready to seal this soldier’s doom. Instantly you shot up from your throne, wanting to help save this prisoner. However, you very quickly began to regret it when all eyes darted over to your form, and you now became the center of attention. You couldn’t just sit back down, so with no other choice, you awkwardly cleared your throat and proceeded nervously, “My dearest, earlier when in our chambers I had an… um… epiphany! A vision! Y-Yes, I had a vision…! Ellis will slay your–– our, pet dragon jabberwocky.”

Instantly Riddle’s eyes widened. “He killed our jabberwocky?!”

“No…! No, at least not yet!”

Technically you weren’t lying. The story goes that the Red Queen had a powerful dragon, the jabberwocky, which was the main reason why she could keep such a grip on the kingdom with no rebellion ever coming close to dethroning her. At least, that is until Alice comes along and slays the jabberwocky. If you could somehow get rid of Alice, or Ellis in this case, and stay in Riddle Roseheart’s good graces, you would have it made! It was practically certain that the court back home thought you would’ve been beheaded already and your head would float in that river of blood for eternity. Yet here you were, alive, and if things went smoothly, you could live out your life in splendor here. Yes, you’d have to deal with the red royal, but if you could just stay in his good graces at all times, you would have a wonderfully lavish life! At this point you were just speeding things up, Ellis’ intentions of slaying the jabberwocky probably weren’t supposed to be revealed until much later. But, it would make a perfect excuse now.

As all eyes remained on you, you recounted your fake tale, “It all makes sense now…! In… In my vision I saw… A red-haired knight, um, clashing swords with a blonde man in blue and white!” Well, that part was a lie. There never was a red-haired knight in the stories. But this was an opportunity to potentially save Ace as well, and give him a chance to redeem himself in Riddle’s eyes. When you turned to face Ace, he was gazing at you with furrowed eyebrows, but you proceeded anyway as you gave your attention to Riddle now. “Riddle, I think–– I mean, I b-believe that knight is this one here in front of us.”

“Him?” The royal exclaimed in disbelief, looking at the soldier with something akin to disgust. To which the said soldier stuck out his tongue before a stern glare from Trey and Cater made Ace close his mouth. Riddle blinked, quiet for a moment before gazing up at you, his expression softening as he flipped over his hand so it held yours. “Is that what you were doing in our chambers alone? You were studying texts and had a vision, to save me?”

“Y…Yes…?”

His big gray eyes became fixated on you, as his voice became soft when he replied, “I’ve misjudged you, my dear… I believed you were being unfaithful, but you were working hard for me. How wrong I was.” The way he looked at you could only be described as adoringly.

It made you nervous, but you could only awkwardly smile in return. In order to ensure your own life of comfort here, you had to be sure to ruin the plot of the story. This meant that Ellis, the protagonist, could not win no matter what. Although it pained you to do such a thing, knowing that the outcome would most likely mean death by beheading him and his allies, you were more afraid of death than you were of the hero. For this, you would have to make sure the antagonist, Riddle Rosehearts in the role of the Red Queen, obtained a happy ending instead of a bad ending where he himself would be banished after being defeated by Ellis.

Clearing your throat, you hesitantly listed off the sequence of events in the way you recalled them playing out, “In my vision I saw… a blonde boy in blue, a purple feline beastmen, and a hatter, among other allies. Ellis will… will attempt to infiltrate the palace, and gain your favor under a disguise, and steal the ancient sword that can slay our Jabberwocky.” As all eyes and ears remained on you, you hesitated once again, mentally apologizing for what you were about to do. Maybe in the end, you might be able to plead with your supposed spouse to spare them. But deep down, you knew it was unlikely for the ruthless tyrant to even consider the idea. “Your Majesty, my darling, i-if I may make a suggestion…?”

Riddle nodded as he listened attentively, “Go on.”

Thankfully you had moved your hands away from his, and had them folded in your lap so he couldn’t feel the way your fingers trembled with anxiety. “I would like to suggest we allow this knight before us to carry the sword, sheathed and hidden at all times. Let this be his redemption–– um, please, if you allow it, your Majesty.” Said knight gazed up in surprise. “It would be best to keep sir Ace in our sights. So might I ask that he and another capable knight become my guards?” Guards. Smart move, especially if things get hairy later. “I-I’d also like to suggest an increase in your personal escorts too… my dear. So… so you’ll be safe. And, no one else besides those in this room, will know of what we spoke of today––”

“That way, Ellis will come here all on his own, and if he searches for the sword it will not be there.” Riddle finished, to which you nodded. He caught on quickly. “That’s brilliant!” You nearly breathed a sigh of relief as the red royal turned to glance at his two subordinates, Trey and Cater, only to gesture to the former prisoner and demand of them, “Unbind him, Trey. How can he wield a sword if his hands are bound?”

Trey slowly stepped forward as Ace was allowed to stand, and he unlocked the shackles around the knight. Ace continued to peer up at you, suddenly flashing a grateful smile. To which you only caught a glimpse of before being distracted by the redhead on the throne.

“Cater!” Cater stood upright immediately and awaited orders from the royal. “Find a suitable knight to escort my partner! I expect only the strongest and most obedient of knights! Am I understood?”

“You got it, Your Majesty! I already have a few in mind.”

“Wonderful. I will be interviewing them myself, as well as hand-picking my own escorts.” Riddle stood from his throne, tossing out more commands and orders to be followed by his remaining subordinate and the guards that had escorted the former prisoner. “You lot, I want an increase on the perimeter and another search crew to hunt down that wretched boy Ellis! Trey, go and fetch the sword. As for you, Ace Trappola,” Turning to face the knight, he warned, “You have one more chance. Should you fail a second time, there will be no do-overs. Your head will roll and your family shall pay the price for your mistakes.”

For a mere moment, disbelief and anger flashed on Ace’s face. Just as he opened his mouth, you spoke up, “T-Thank you, Your Majesty…! You really are so… merciful.” Better to be a pawn in this game than to be dead.

Riddle turned his attention to you before smiling, such a true and proud smile as he declared, “I have you to thank for this, for saving my kingdom and protecting me. Once we have Ellis and his companions captured, we will have a morning execution for him, with front row seats to the show." As his eyes drifted back to the onlookers, he commanded, "All of you shall speak nothing of what transpired in this room.”

A chorus of Yes, Your Majesty echoed in the chamber. The royal nodded, content for now, sending you one last smile before turning on his heels and walking off to elsewhere with Cater in tow. Leaving you alone with Trey and Ace as all other attendants and soldiers exited the throne room to go fulfill their duties.

Just for a moment, you wanted to talk to Ace alone. There was something about Trey, something about the way he watched you so calmly but there was something in those yellow eyes behind those glasses. Something that made it seem like he knew your secret, like he knew you were not really the king. You weren’t sure if it was your paranoia getting to you and your mind was just playing tricks on you, but you wanted to distance yourself as far away from him as possible. As the former prisoner made his way towards you, you cleared your throat and spoke quietly, but loud enough for Trey to hear. “Can–– M-May I have a word with you, sir Ace…? In private.”

“Sure, I’m free now.” He half joked, giving a bit of a grin which didn’t do much to ease your worries.

Trey stood beside the empty throne, watching as you glanced over at him and made a gesture for him to carry on with the assigned duty of retrieving the legendary sword, as dictated by His Majesty. To which he did, after he carefully observed the way you scurried behind velvet curtains with the knight not too far behind.

When you were finally out of sight with Ace, you noticed his raised eyebrow. Noticing this and the way he tapped his foot, you hesitated, unsure where you were even going with this or what you should do now. “You… You look like you have something to say.”

“Why’d you save me?” He demanded, all that cheerfulness from before gone now as things took a serious turn. Looking you up and down, he crossed his arms and continued, “You could’ve had your cute little hubby chop off my head like all the others before me. So, say it. That’s the reason you wanted to talk alone, isn’t it?”

He got you. Were you that obvious? You’d definitely have to work on being more discreet… Looking around twice to make sure no one was listening in, you huddled with him in a corner by the stained glass windows as you whispered hurriedly, in a panic, “O-Okay, whew, you’re gonna think I’m crazy, but… I’m not really the king, or queen, or whatever role I’m supposed to play here! Well, I guess I am now? Uhhh… h-here! It’s like this: I was put on trial in my homeworld, and as punishment I was banished. When I woke up, I was in Roseheart’s bed and he started talking to me like I was an unfaithful partner! I didn’t understand it, until I realized that it was all exactly like a story I read as a child. My punishment was to become the king that dies by being beheaded by his own wife! I… I got out of that somehow, and now, well…”

Ace was looking at you as if you were crazy, as if you had grown an extra head or something. His arms were crossed and he continued to stare at you. Should you have done that? Could you trust him? Well, he did owe you his life. If things really came down to it, you could have him arrested again and beheaded. Play the victim, call guards, and make up some lie that he attacked you, but you really really didn’t want it to go like that… Finally, after a few seconds, he shook his head and gave a weak chuckle, as if he couldn’t even believe it. “Hold on, let me get this straight: You’re not royalty, but you’re a criminal from another world? Did you hit your head or something?”

You knew it. He wouldn’t believe you after all.

“I mean, they keep saying this Ellis loser came from another world too… So… Maybe your story doesn’t sound too crazy after all.” His scarlet eyes focused on the floor, as if considering something. “You really weren’t lying about knowing the future. And I thought you had gone mad or something! So I’m a hero in the story?”

You could only scratch your arm nervously, a bit regretful for having to crush his sudden burst of excitement. “Ahaha… not exactly? I made that part up…”

Disappointed at the revelation that he wasn’t some badass hero wielding a legendary sword, he scoffed, “Seriously? So why save me then?”

“Look…” You took a deep breath, hiding your fidgeting fingers in your palm as best as you could. “We were both supposed to die. At least my character was mentioned in the story, but you? Y-You weren’t even mentioned at all…! You were just a nameless faceless soldier, someone not even worth mentioning––”

Offended, he snapped back, “Faceless? Rude much!”

You quickly shushed him, internally freaking out at the prospect that you may have been overheard. But when nothing else and no one else stirred, you frowned and muttered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, I’m just really nervous… I guess what I’m trying to get at here is… why don’t we both help each other survive?”

“What?” Shaking his head in disbelief. First this person called him someone not even worth mentioning then they ask for his help? Seriously, what was with them?

“T-Think about it…! I’m the second most powerful person in the entire kingdom…! I know what will happen! Kinda…”

“Well, I do want to live just as badly as you do…” It appeared he was still on the fence. Leaning his weight against the wall, he demanded, “But what do you mean you kinda know what will happen? I thought you, for sure, know.”

“Um…” Twiddling your fingers, you hesitantly explained the dilemma, “I did mention we were both supposed to die… And while that part isn’t a lie and the whole you being the destined one to stop Ellis was a lie, the other thing I didn’t lie about was Ellis gathering with his allies to infiltrate the palace and acquire the sword to kill the Jabberwocky. That will actually happen. S-So, since I told everyone that––”

“Let me guess, you told it early?”

Freezing, you gazed up at him and murmured, “H-How did you…?”

He shrugged, “I would’ve done the same thing if I were in your position. That means a higher chance of survival, right? Assuming that the blonde is the good guy and our king Rosehearts is the bad guy of the story. And considering all that, now you have no idea how the story will be affected, right?”

“R-Right…” Wait, now it just looked like you were useless! Immediately interjecting, you added, “But I can still make predictions based on what I know, like how things were originally supposed to play out…!”

“And you are still technically a royal…” Ace placed a finger to his chin, probably thinking about possible outcomes, upsides, and downsides if he agreed to work together. Finally, when his gaze flittered back to you and you stood upright, he questioned, “What if things don’t go how we–– you plan?”

You actually considered this briefly. If everything came crumbling down and all plans failed, there was but one last option to avoid any punishment. “Find Ellis and the White Queen… or is it the White King? I-It doesn’t matter…! The point is, the White Royal is very kind and merciful. If I go to them and explain that I am not really the Red King’s consort, then they’ll spare me…! If you come too and bring the sword to slay the Jabberwocky, that will assure them of our good intentions!”

“Isn’t that just running away? I don’t want to do that. And come on, the Whites? Are you for real? I thought us Reds were bad, but those pristine prissy little killjoys are no fun.”

For a second you wanted to strangle him. What kind of idiot would risk certain death by staying here if everything goes south, instead of fleeing to a good place that would grant you sanctuary? “It’s exactly running away, that’s the point…! The point is to stay alive!”

The redhead tilted his head to the side, his disappointed and serious behavior disappearing as he grinned. “What if I became king?”

Now it was your turn to look at him as if he were the insane one. Was this knight actually the mad hatter that had been driven insane by mercury poisoning?

“I do owe you one for saving my neck back there. And I won’t lie, I’ve dreamed about being king one day. And you, you’re actually way more ruthless than you seem at first. I thought you were a scared little wimp that always cowers behind their little hubby husband.” He mocked. Ouch. He thought you were a wimp…? “But turns out, I was so wrong about you. Sounds like you’re willing to do whatever it takes to live another day. Even turn on your own husband!”

He was whisper yelling, and it was starting to make you anxious that someone would overhear. So you whisper yelled back at a lower volume, “S-Stop that…! You know the truth, he’s not really my husband…”

That smirk made you think that he was going to respond in a louder voice, but thankfully he wasn’t that stupid. Just stupid enough to plan to overthrow the bloody Red King and talk about it in his own palace. But maybe you were stupid too, for talking about such delicate matters in the palace halls. Ace took your hands and performed a mock bow. “No running away, you got it? I’ll take that tiny red punk’s crown and become king, then I’ll keep you as a royal beside me, it’s the least I can do after what you did. We’ll both not only survive, but thrive. What do you say, Your Majesty~?”

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Drive Me Home (2/2)

Part 1 Content Warnings: Creep at the Bar™, Soft Hotch WC: 2.5K

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。 “Come on. Just one more!” Emily begs you, her voice loud over the constant chatter. She reaches over the unsettlingly sticky tabletop to grab your forearm, then, sensing your vacancy, searches for another target. “Garcia? JJ?”

Two margaritas and four vodka shots is all it takes to unravel whatever illusion of dignity you’ve managed to scrounge together since joining the BAU. Two margaritas and four shots has you giggling at anything said, funny or not, and struggling to keep your eyes open. Now, if Emily has her way — and you’ve come to learn that she often does when the team unwinds at the bar — a tequila shot is in the cards for you too.

“I’m out.” JJ says with a shake of her head, “Any more and I won’t be alive to see tomorrow morning, let alone Monday.” 

“That’s the whole point,” says a now-pouting Emily as she spins in her seat to hound Garcia into agreeing to another round. The first to Morgan’s at the bar making friends, as he puts it. Watching him with a smile pulling at his lips is Reid, who nurses a soda and regales the rest of you every so often with numerical predictions of his chances for success.

Your head is spinning, and it’s got everything to do with the alcohol flooding your veins, not the unfortunate reality of your boss sitting at the head of the table, with those two top buttons open, exposing just a glimpse of his throat. He’s been checking his watch as often as is socially acceptable. Somewhere deep in the haze of your mind, you suspect Rossi, who's long gone, bullied him into coming. Now he nods along with Reid’s tangents, inserts a comment or two whenever the younger profiler takes a breath.

Emily calls your name once more, pinning her hopes onto you. It’s a rookie mistake you make when you nod, having not processed her question properly. By the time you realize what you’ve agreed to, it’s too late to back out. Suppressing a groan, you grab your card and slide out of the booth. You try not to think about squeezing past Hotch as you do it, try ignoring the warmth that spreads into you when your forearm brushes his shoulder. 

You fail. Sweet as ever, Garcia offers to join you, but you shake her offer off with a smile, standing on only-slightly-unsteady legs and making the short walk to the bar.  

As you slot yourself into the crowd waiting for their drinks, you debate whether Emily will notice you taking a water shot instead of the tequila you’ll buy for her and Garcia. You’re about to take the risk and order one when an unfamiliar hand settles itself on your lower back. Brow furrowing, you whirl around, hoping to see Prentiss or Morgan behind you. 

Those hopes are dashed pretty quickly. A stranger presses in close to your side. His fingers curl around your waist in a manner so confident it’d make you laugh, were you sober enough to react with more certainty. Instead, you shiver. And of course he takes that to be a sign, his grin cheshire-cat-wide. 

“I’m sorry. Do I know you?” you take a moment to respond as you cover his hand with your own, moving it away from you. 

He’s tall, blonde, what many people would deem attractive. But his smile is too quick to appear and just lopsided enough to look practiced. “Not yet,” he says. “What are you drinking?”

“Nothing more now. Just water.”

Your tone is clipped, impersonal, and you hope he gets the message. 

If he does, he chooses to ignore it and steps even closer, reaching the same hand across your body and resting it against the bar, boxing you in against it. The proximity has your stomach sinking. 

Stephen — really, you’ve no idea what his name is, but he looks like a Stephen, and the type to spell it with a ‘ph’ over a ‘v’, just for the status of the extra letter — raises an eyebrow at you. “Just water? Come on, honey. What do you want? It’s on me.”

The pet name sounds wrong on his lips. You’re an FBI agent. You’ve dealt with the sickest people humanity has to offer, seen more in your short time with the team than most people see in their lives. You’re an excellent shot, giving even Morgan a run for his money. You should be more than capable of dealing with a freak who gets a little too close at the bar, for fuck’s sake. 

But you’re tired and a little dizzy, and the scent of his cologne makes your head spin in the wrong kind of way. Emily wouldn’t hesitate to shove him hard, and JJ wouldn’t get herself into this situation in the first place. You’re not Emily or JJ though. You’re just you. 

“Thank you, but I’m really not—” 

The bartender cuts you off to ask for your order, and you try to forget Stephen’s eyes on you as you rattle it off, opting for an extra glass of water just to spite him. 

He isn’t pleased, though his face says otherwise. “You don’t really want that. No strings, I promise. Just let me buy you a drink. Just one.”

You’ve had enough. “I’m not interested.” 

Now the smile drops from his face, leaving it a blank mockery of neutrality that makes you sure ‘no strings’ is an empty promise. He leans in even closer, and you suppress a wince at the sensation of his breath against your skin. “You know, you don’t have to play hard to get.” Stephen’s tone is rougher now, all of its artificial sweetness abandoned. He looks you up and down, eyes the neckline of your shirt with a frown. “It’s obvious what you’re looking for.”

Your throat constricts. The air is hot. Too hot. It’s all you can do to keep your hand steady as you pay for your drinks. “I told you, I’m not looking for anything. Or anyone.”

When the bartender slides your drinks across the bar, you rush to grab them, nearly spilling them in your haste to leave. You’re not that lucky. Stephen’s arm is still in your way. You don’t like how your breathing speeds up, chest heaving just a little despite your attempts to remain unfazed, but it’s all too much. 

Stephen opens his mouth to retort again. 

He doesn’t get far. 

“Move.”

 A new hand settles itself on your back, and its fingers curve ever so slightly around your hip. If you wanted to back away, there’d be more than enough room. But you don’t. 

Turning slightly in Hotch’s hold, you’re not surprised to see him issuing Stephen with the full force of his glare. The creep’s hand retreats, though he stays put otherwise.

“Here, sweetheart,” Hotch takes the tray from you, not even bothering to look at your ‘admirer’ again. His focus is on you, now, and his eyes are soft, one corner of his mouth curving up. “Thought you could use a hand. I think Prentiss might kill you if you drop another of her drinks.”

You manage to pull yourself together enough to roll your eyes. Of course he picks now to bring that up. “That was one time, Aaron. I don’t think she even remembers it.”

Now Stephen turns and walks to the other end of the bar, and you feel your shoulders loosen at the distance. 

Hotch notices, because of course he does. Instead of walking you back to your booth, he stays put and searches your face. “You okay?”

You nod. “Fine. I don’t know why I didn’t…”

Trailing off, you scan the bar. Garcia is laughing at something Prentiss says (some kind of story, based on the gestures she’s making). Reid watches them with fondness in his features, Morgan back and sitting by his side.

“You shouldn’t have had to do anything,” Hotch says quietly. His arm rests by his side now. “I think I’m going to head back. You want to go home?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna call a cab.”

He tilts his head, echoing your words from months ago with just a hint of a smirk playing at his lips. “Everyone and their mother is calling a cab. I’m driving you.”

“Hotch…” you sigh. You can’t trust yourself, now, not to say the wrong thing, not to comment on the something that’s changed between the two of you since you gave him a ride home, not to wonder if he’s noticed it too. 

“Let me do this for you. Please.”

His insistence is too gentle to argue with. 

“Okay.”

Hotch takes the tray of drinks, leading you back towards the rest of the team. 

“You’re an angel, honey,” Garcia tells you. She squeezes your hand in thanks as Hotch sets down the shots and hands you your water. If anyone noticed anything wrong, they don’t mention it, and you’re grateful for that small mercy.

“I think we’re going to head out now,” says Hotch. His hand hovers just above your back, almost touching you, as he goes on to explain that you aren’t feeling well and shouldn’t chance a cab.

You’re not too drunk to miss the communal grin passing through the group like the flu, so you file it away for later and hug the rest of the team one by one, giving Reid a tired smile and a wave goodbye. 

Hotch leads you out of the bar and out into the cold in search of his car. You feel yourself take a real breath for the first time in a while. 

“Are you alright?”

“Fine. Thank you,” you say, and mean it. The chill in the air helps to clear your head some. At the very least, you don’t feel nearly as drunk as you did inside. 

Hotch hums, unlocking the car. Climbing into the passenger seat, you can’t help but laugh.

“What?”

You look over at him, groan quietly. “You’re a liar, Aaron Hotchner. Your car is so much cleaner than mine.”

It really is. You glance over the interior in search of a coffee stain or a loose wrapper, but come up empty handed. 

“Guilty,” he shrugs. “And it’ll stay that way, if you behave.”

You’re pretty sure your brain short circuits when he puts his hand on the back of your headrest to reverse out of the parking spot. It takes you longer to respond than usual to his gentle taunting. When you do, it’s a little half-hearted. Maybe you aren’t as sober as you thought. 

“Please, Hotch. I’m not about to throw up in your car. I’m not that far gone.” 

“No. You’re not,” he pauses, opening the window anyway. “We’re back to ‘Hotch’, now? What happened to Aaron?”

You give him the most innocent look you can manage and plug your address into his satnav. “You’re right there.”

You’re pretty sure the look he gives you now is reserved for murderers. And clearly, on some occasions, you. 

Eventually, he relents. “You called me ‘Aaron’, earlier.”

“You called me ‘sweetheart’,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. Resting your chin on your hand, you turn your head to look out of the window. You don’t want to see the smug expression you’ve come to recognise over the past few weeks, reserved almost exclusively for you. You know he wears it now. 

“Did I?”

You don’t answer. Your fingers move to cover your lips, as if that’ll stop you from making more of an idiot of yourself than you already have. 

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you register his sigh. “Look in the side pocket,” he says, his voice quiet.

“What?”

“In the compartment in the door. Take a look.” 

You follow his instructions, finding a few CDs tucked away there. You’re about to tease Hotch for his taste in kids’ audiobooks when you spot it, and feel your breath hitch. 

“Hotch…” You say, turning over the copy of Carole King’s Tapestry in your hands. It’s still wrapped in plastic, still new. Taking the disc out of its case, you look to him for permission before sliding it into the player. “When did you…?”

“Indiana. I saw it a few weeks ago, and it made me think.”

You press play, and I Feel The Earth Move floods the car. “You really didn’t have to—”

“—I wanted to,” he frowns as he says it, determination etched into his face. “I don’t have much of a collection, but it’ll get there.”

A comfortable layer of quiet settles between you as you watch the world move outside, late-night stragglers heading from offices with briefcases in hand, or stumbling out of nearby bars, arm-in-arm and laughing. It’s been a long while since you took that first journey alone with Hotch, since your determination not to think about him in any non-professional way wavered and cracked. Now, weeks later, you take turns to bring each other coffee in the morning. You ask him about Jack and revel in how content he is to talk about his son. You look at him and wonder if this slow, tentative thing you’ve built, this easy friendship, is all you’ll ever share.

If it is, you can’t bring yourself to be upset. But you glance at him now, his hair falling over his forehead, and think to yourself that it might not be.

Three songs or so later, Hotch turns into your street. You point out your apartment and wait for him to turn the engine off, but he doesn’t.

“Thank you for tonight,” you say, simply to have something to say that isn’t an admittal of something you really shouldn’t be confessing to. 

He hesitates. The car stays running. “You’ve got nothing to thank me for.”

You nod towards the CD player, pressing pause. Silence. “Thank you for this, then.”

“It was your idea,” Hotch says, “You’re a lot more thoughtful than you give yourself credit for.”

It’s sweet. Too sweet. 

You laugh at him. “God, you sound like a fortune cookie.”

“I’d make an excellent fortune teller.” 

There’s that tone again. It’s flat, but with something exasperated lingering beneath it, something fond.

“Go on, then. What’s in my future?”

He sighs. “A nasty hangover. And a text or two hundred from Garcia, complaining about hers.”

You snort in acknowledgement. “And what do you see in yours?”

Now he turns the engine off, leaning back against the headrest and turns to study you. His eyes trace from yours down to the curve of your lips, and to where your hands lay intertwined in your lap. For a long moment, he says nothing. Your breath is starting to turn the windscreen foggy. Then, with a gentle grip, he takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kisses the tender skin on the inside of your wrist. 

“If you’ll have me? Another very uncomfortable conversation with Strauss.”

Your soft, tired smile is answer enough. He leads you to your front door, kisses your forehead, and sees you inside. When that conversation is over, he promises, he’ll be driving you home much more often. 

It isn’t very long before he makes good on it, and Reid is a little richer.

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##THE FIRST KISS WE SHARED & THE CATALYST FOR MANY MORE

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Your first kiss with Hiori was something straight out of the dozens of romance movies you'd loved to watch despite it's repititive plot. 

Standing infront of the door to your home, as the first of the many snowflakes fell from the sky and into the land where it meets its end. His hand cups your cheeks, unbearably gently, like how one would treat glass. His thumb caresses your cheeks cheeks and he leans in closer until your noses touch. His gaze flickers to your lips, then to your eyes, silently asking for permission. And when he gets it, he leans his and presses his lips onto yours.

Contrary to expectations, your heart didn't thrum loudly against your chest, nor did you feel the need to squeal and jump around in happiness. At the moment, you felt calm—serenity was what you found in his kisses. Rather than a heart thrumming strongly against your chest, your heart was at its calmest. Rather than a mind going crazy with irrationality, you found yourself in peace. Like you've found a place to rest and forget all your problems in. In his kiss, you found peace uninterrupted by any problems you'll find. At the moment, it was just you and him alone existing in this world that revolved only around the two of you if only for even just a short amount of time.

"Love ya" he professes, cheeks red. Whether it was from the fact that he had taken your first kiss and vice versa, you aren't sure 

"I love you more" you reply, nuzzling your cheek on his hand

He huffs and presses a ligh kiss on the crown of your head. "I love you most"

Bachira Meguru

Your first kiss with Bachira was a spur-in-the-moment kind of thing. When his team was hailed the victor of the match, his eyes immediately darted over to the bleachers in search of the one he loved most. You. And when he does, he wastes no time to dash towards where you stood, eager to share his victory with you. 

The moment you're within arms-length, he's quick to grab your wrist and pull you towards him and in his arms where he wants you to stay. You don't manage to slip out even a squeak of surprise when his lips suddenly crashes onto yours. 

One, two, three seconds pass before you finally realise the situation and happily reciprocate it. Your arms hook around his neck as his snakes around your waist, pulling you closer than you already were. Neither of you wanted to part, neither had any plans to part. But you're forcefully ripped away from him when you found yourself suffocating. Screw the human body's need for oxygen, what an annoyance indeed. 

"Congratulations, beloved" you said in between pants, resting your forehead on his.

He only hums in reply before he dives back to connect your lips with his once again, and this time, you're more than happy to return it with as much vigor as him.

Isagi Yoichi

Yoichi hadn't expected for the first kiss to come this fast. And if had he known, he would have mentally prepared himself and not be a goddamn embarrassment. Like he was now. It's times like this Isagi wishes you weren't as unpredictable as you are right now.

Like. Who the hell expects you to kiss him when he was in the middle or rambling about football?? Like, who does that? You apparently.

His face is still red from the abrupt way you kissed him. Muttering a few complaints underneath his breath, you could probably hear it. You probably did hear it. But it's obvious you didn't care, if the way you just giggled and called him cute didn't mean exactly that then he doesn't know what does. 

"Sorry sorry, continue" 

You say that but it's easier said than done. There's no way he can stop his heart from doing flips and himself from melting when the love of his life just decided to take his first kiss and look absolutely pretty doing that. You're unreasonable! 

Ah. He's pouting. It was the first thing that logged in on your mind as you studied his face, watching with a love-sick grin as he breaks composture. Should you tease him more? No way! If you did so, you're sure he'd seriously stop functioning and cease breathing entirely. 

So you decided to tease him more.

"Sorry, Isagi. It was rude of me to just take your first kiss like that right? Can I, perhaps redo it?"

He looks at you with furrowed brows. Cheeks still tinted red from the stunt you did just minutes ago. He grows doubtful of your intentions. But still, he nods. 

Your grin grows wider when you see him nod. Without wasting any time, you cup his cheeks in your hands and press your lips against his. This time, slower and longer than before. Making sure to treasure his second kiss this time.

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Shape Of You | Ju Haknyeon

SUMMARY: all you wanted to do was to rekindle your passion for pottery, which was the reason you decided to sign up for the newly opened studio near your neighbourhood. what you didn't expect was that the instructor himself turned out to be a dashing young male, and soon you find yourself going back to the lessons for him instead.

PAIRING: potter!Haknyeon x afab!reader

GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)

WARNINGS: kissing, petnames (babygirl, princess, baby), breast play, body worship, praise kink, fingering (reader receiving), cum tasting, choking, p in v sex, slight manipulation

WORD COUNT: 3,072

A/N: this is for me & @ethereal-engene 🤠 happy hakkie day!! 🍊 blessing deobiblr with more hakkie fics bcs this underrated man deserves more love & attention 😤💕 also a huge shoutout to @snowflakewhispers for beta reading this for me 🩵

As you stood outside of the address you had keyed into your phone, you couldn’t help but let dread and anxiety creep in, prompting you to question whether the decision you had made a mere twenty-four hours ago was even worth it.

The spring break had finally arrived, and you had always wanted to keep your schedule busy despite having the time to eventually relax after all of those gruelling hours of studying and being all sleep-deprived to finish your assignments and thesis. You’ve been working part-time at your local coffee shop, but you decided it was time to take a little break from that and try out some other hobbies for a while.

One of the things that have always caught your eye as you were scrolling through hundreds of videos on social medias were on pottery—something that you have always loved and intrigued by since a young age.

You recall how your late aunt was a master at pottery, and you would always visit her little shop back in your hometown whenever you went back to visit her during your younger days. Unfortunately, her studio closed down when she passed away when you were in middle school, and with it, your love for pottery was lost.

But that all changed when you came across a little advertisement about a brand-new pottery studio that just opened the month before in your neighbourhood. The location was near your campus, and you were quickly drawn to the pieces they produced and the atmosphere of the place. After all, social media truly enhances everything.

Since you finally had some time on your hands and decided it wouldn’t hurt to return to your roots, you signed up for the classes the pottery studio was running for the season. Also, the student discount seemed far too appealing.

After standing at the front door for a good ten minutes, you decided that it was time for you to finally step into the studio before others began to judge you for acting like an outcast. Before your fingertips could touch the handle, the door swung open, causing you to jump back in shock, but nothing could have prepared you for the sight of the beautiful young man standing in front of you.

His platinum blonde hair was parted to reveal flawless skin, the translucent frames of his glasses did little to dull the sparkle of his kind eyes, and you were way too fixated on his gorgeous face to even take in the rest of his appearance.

He looks way too hot to be a pottery instructor.

“Ah! You must be Miss Y/N? You’re one of the last students we are expecting for the day,” the male replied with a big smile plastered on his face.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to be late—”

“What? No!” He chuckled, seemingly slightly taken aback by your slight panic reaction. “There’s still five minutes before the lesson begins, the others just came too early.”

Just like that, he guided you in with his gentle gestures and brought you on a little tour around the shop. It wasn’t too big, but it wasn’t too small either; hell, they even had a little greenhouse on the rooftop.

After taking you around while breaking the ice between you two, he eventually led you to the locker room, showing you your very own space to keep your belongings as well as changing into a more comfortable attire (pretty much taking off that stylish jacket you were wearing and putting on their classic brown apron on).

“Take your time, alright? I’m going to have to head out first to set up the equipment before the lesson starts. I’ll see you outside,” he winked as he leaned onto the locker beside you before moving away to give you some space to change as he walked out the door.

And there you stood, feeling a little stunned as you unconsciously tightened your grip on your apron.

I don’t think this is a good idea, after all.

It was only when the class had actually started that you realized that you were completely wrong about the assumption that you had made in the locker room. You thought that this particular instructor was nothing more than a pretty face. But it turns out that he was practically a master at crafting.

As the lesson began, he introduced himself as Haknyeon, and he started showing off all of the artworks that he had crafted beforehand. If you were going to be honest, his pieces could definitely be on par with your late aunt’s or even surpass hers. He started off simply by crafting a basic flower pot, and you could tell that everyone in the room was in awe of how meticulous and delicate he was with his fingers.

Haknyeon left no room for any potential error. He took the time to get every single detail as accurate as he could, making the perfect flower pot in no time. As soon as he had finished, he instructed that everyone could begin experimenting with the clay, and he would go around extending assistance to anyone who needed it.

Things started fairly well, and you didn’t need much assistance. You were pretty well-versed in all of the basics, thanks to all of the training your aunt gave you when you were younger. You were taking your own time, sculpting the clay to the best of your abilities, while you relished the feeling of all the pent-up stress leaving your body.

Just when you thought you would be able to finish your work all on your own, you felt a presence behind you, and a pair of gentle hands covered yours.

“You definitely need some strength here to make that indent you’re aiming for,” Haknyeon whispered, gradually guiding your movements while he brought his face closer to yours. Naturally, you began to blush within his presence, feeling dazed by the scent of his cologne and the intimacy of his actions.

When he was finished with you, you could’ve sworn that he hesitated to remove his hands from yours, smoothing his hands over the skin of your arms and shoulders before he finally walked away to assist another student on the other side of the room.

You could only stare back at him in longing and ensure that your eyes followed his every movement, and nothing could stop the heat from rapidly engulfing your cheeks.

And suddenly, you get a sneaking suspicion that your instructor isn’t going to stop there.

You weren’t too sure if you were coming back for the remaining classes at this point.

Ever since that first day of lessons you have had with one another the first lesson, it seemed that Haknyeon had taken a liking towards you, insisting that your work was one of the finest he had seen around the neighbourhood among all of his students. At the same time, you were drawn in by the relaxing atmosphere and the people around you; going to the studio has become your little escape from reality, taking your mind off your responsibilities for a while.

But you knew that all of these weren’t the reasons why you decided to return after that first class.

Ju Haknyeon.

It seemed that he had taken a liking to you since the very first lesson. There was something mysterious about him, but you could hardly begin to explain what it was. Whatever he was doing, he definitely had you wrapped around his finger, evident in the way you had shown up at the studio's front door, faced with a sign that said, “sorry, we’re closed.”

Something in your gut told you that you needed to work on some clay for the day; otherwise, you might go insane. Or maybe you just needed to see your hot instructor today.

So there you were, standing at the entrance at ten in the morning, waiting for the man in question to pull the front door open to greet you.

As you began to come up with potential excuses for your visitation for the day while trying your best not to sound too obvious that you were deprived desperate to see him, he eventually nods but with a smirk plastered on his once sweet and angelic face.

“Come on in, there’s something I’d like for you to try. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

It all started with Haknyeon telling you that he has been working on sculpting bodies from clay before you arrived and asked if you were interested to help him out. Clueless, you quickly nodded your head in agreement before allowing him to guide you towards an empty room—one that he didn’t usually use whenever other students were around.

In Haknyeon’s private studio, he could work on whatever he desired in uninterrupted peace. He’d been busying himself with a new collection of sculptures—inspiration had struck a few weeks prior, and he had been developing his “passion project” ever since. However, the collection he’d been working on had never been displayed for public viewing, and it was to be kept a secret until he deemed it appropriate.

Upon entering the room, you could see tons of clay sculptures of the female form displayed throughout the room, the sight of something so erotic causing your jaw to fall open in shock. Your reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Haknyeon, and he immediately asked if you could help him with his “special project”.

At that moment, your cheeks were ablaze, and you could’ve sworn that you were about to pass out with all the suppressed emotions you had felt about the man himself. Things only got worse when he gently placed both hands on your shoulders, giving you a little massage while trying to persuade you to be his muse for his project.

One thing led to another, and now you were lying on a couch that was situated at the far right corner of the room, stripping yourself naked with only your underwear on as you tried your best to “lay down sensually”, as requested by the sculptor himself. At the same time, he ran his eyes over the curves of your body and worked with the clay in his hands.

Throughout the entire session, Haknyeon praised you for literally every single thing—how beautiful you were, how you positioned yourself on the couch, and even how perfect your body proportions were.

You had no idea what made you say “yes” to the man. Perhaps he really was capable of manipulating people, or rather, women; because you sure couldn’t seem to find a way out of his trap.

You weren’t too sure how much longer you were able to keep up with the whole act, so you began to shift your position while making an excuse to possibly leave the room for a while until Haknyeon replied with a little growl.

You watched as he ruffled his hair in frustration and rose from his desk. Then, he began to stride over to the couch, and you couldn’t help but feel intimidated by his looming presence. The couch dipped as he crawled towards you, his large hands slowly trailing over your bare skin from your thigh up to your breasts and leaving goosebumps in his wake.

“H-Haknyeon…what are you doing—”

“Y/N, I think the best way for me to nail perfect my project is to truly examine my muse up close, even if it means getting a hands-on experience.”

In an instant, the look in his eyes had changed drastically, his usually warm eyes now swirling with something more sinister. Without so much as a warning, he made his move by massaging your breast, eliciting a moan from you. Your reaction to the sensations was instant—you threw your head back against the couch, and shivers ran down your spine as you let his hands roam over the expanse of your skin.

Haknyeon was deeply satisfied with the sight of you unravelling beneath him, immediately sneaking his free hand under the waistband of your underwear, rubbing over your core, delighting in the way you were absolutely drenched for him. He smirked at that, truly enjoying every response he pulled from your body and how your face contorted into the most beautiful expressions.

“Yes, that’s it, babygirl. You’re doing so well for me. That’s exactly how you should be reacting.”

You couldn’t even give him a proper response, for you were slowly losing your grip on your sanity, trying to resist the onslaught of pleasure.

Unfortunately, he didn’t stop there, and he continued to tug your underwear to the side while he slid a finger into your entrance, pumping it in and out shallowly. The motions had your moans increasing in volume, urging Haknyeon to pick up the pace. He added a second finger, and with that, the pumps of his fingers became more forceful, working to numb your mind with adrenaline.

“Oh my god, that’s it, Y/N. You’re giving me exactly what I need,” he huffed, building his ungodly pace as he hammered into your g-spot, the pleasure far too overwhelming that you couldn’t even feel your lungs burn as you screamed.

All self-control had slipped beyond your reach—your back arched off the couch, your lips rounded in a shrill cry, and your thighs trembled as you squirted all over his fingers. He withdrew his fingers from within you, cursing at the way his fingers dripped with your fluids, and his lips curled into a smirk as he prodded his fingertips against your bottom lip.

“Open up, baby. Taste yourself for me.”

Without hesitation, you slowly parted your lips, granting him entry to press his fingers into your mouth. on instinct, you close your lips around them, swirling your tongue over his fingers and not even caring that you can taste your own juices.

“How is it, sweetheart? Do you think you’ve done a great job?”

You panted. “M-mhm…”

Haknyeon only replied with a smile. “Good. Because then you’re ready for the next step.”

Without much warning, Haknyeon hastily stripped himself of all of his clothing, laying down next to you as he cradled you in his arms while he positioned his exposed cock right in front of your entrance, rubbing his tip up and down at your core.

As your moan once filled the room again, Haknyeon then slowly began caressing your cheek before gently whispering into your ears. “Listen, sweetheart. I’m going to need your full cooperation for this next step of the project, and you’ll listen to whatever I tell you to do without fail.”

Just like that, he pushes his member right into you with one swift motion, giving you a few seconds to adjust to his length and bulge before he starts pounding into you with a steady pace. Haknyeon then lifts your thigh to wrap it around his hips, giving him a lot more space to pound further into you.

“O-Oh my god! Haknyeon!”

“You’re doing so good for me, keep it coming, babygirl. It’s only going to get better soon.”

“H-Haknyeon…” you panted as you tried your best to speak as coherently as possible. “Y-Your project…”

“Yes…we’re getting closer to the end product, Y/N.”

As he sped up and the sounds of both of your skins slapping against each other become much more prominent throughout the room, Haknyeon then rests his thumb on your lips, prying them open to make sure that you were to give him the response he desperately craved.

“Remember I told you about putting pressure on your clay piece?” he rasps, “I’m going to need you to tell me if this is the right amount of strength you should be using.”

With that, he wraps his hands around your neck, gently squeezing it so that your mouth now forms an ‘O’ shape, trying your best to get a grip while gasping for air.

“Is this the right amount of pressure, sweetheart?”

“I-I don’t know…”

“Nuh-uh. Not the right answer.” Haknyeon increased the pressure slightly. “What about now?”

“H-Haknyeon…I-I can’t…”

“Not until you tell me the right answer, princess,” the male responded as he presses even harder.

This time it was certainly much harder than the first two attempts, and you were confident that if you don’t give him the answer he wants now, then this is going to escalate a lot further, and you weren’t too sure if you have had enough strength to last till then.

“Y-Yes! It’s the right one! I remembered!” You screamed, making him let go of his hands around your neck before sealing his lips with yours, covering up your moans before giving him one last push as both of you were nearing your climax at this point.

In less than a minute, both of you eventually came together, and it was a total mess as both of your liquids came running down the couch. As you both finally come down from your high, he removes his cock from your entrance before rubbing them against your clit slowly once again, leaving tons of pecks and kisses all over your face and neck.

“Oh, Y/N. You are unquestionably the best person to serve as my personal muse for this "special project."

“W-What? Aren’t all of those clay sculptures from your previous clients or something?” You questioned.

Haknyeon only responded with a peck on your lips before flipping you over so that you were straddling him. He has locked you right on his toned abs by gripping both of your hips with his hands, giving you no room for escape but to only stare right into his lust-filled eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart. All of these sculptures around us are all about you. I’ve never seen someone quite as exquisite as you, and I am going to examine the shape of you from inside and out. We’re going to have loads of fun, I promise.”

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[thehusbandoden]

The Twins -Dabi x Reader

Fluff, maybe a teensy bit of angst? | 681 words | First person | unedited per usual, my apologies | there's gonna be a part two cause it'd be too long if not.. idk. I'll post part 2 asap!!

(Edit): To sum it up I just added more to the story. Oh my freaking goodness. I've had a writing block for what seems like forever now. I went to try and write more and came to a blank. I added a teensy bit to a "part 2" and yk what- that'll just have to sum up the thingy thing (I cannot think for the life of me rn). I'm sorry, I'll hopefully be motivated soon.

You and Dabi have a very close, and very steady relationship. That, and being in your prime has you in a baby fever. Due to you and Dabi both being villains, you've never tried, nor even talked about it. Well~ on a mission you find a pair of abandoned twins.. and what were you supposed to do?? Leave them?! Nah, you evade pursuing heroes and bring the little angels to the League.

(V/n)- villain name

I huffed as I sprinted towards an abandoned building. Swerving my head around, I dashed inside when I didn't see the heroes that were previously chasing me.

Crouching behind a collapsed structure, I struggled to catch my breath, wondering what to do next. As my breathing evened out I pulled out the cellphone Shigaraki had given me.

About to dial Kurogiri, I stopped as I heard distant cries. Pausing, I identified the cries of a distressed child. Pouting, I ran toward the sound instinctually.

I've been dreaming of kids recently, and being in my prime, plus being in a long, and very close relationship has gotten my mama instincts all riled up. Though, we've never tried due to the both of us being well known villains.

Skidding to a halt, my heart dropped as I met eyes with two small children, both looking around the age of two. They were curled inside a blanket, sitting on a piece of cardboard.

From the little I could see, there was one boy, and one girl. The boy was a little bigger, and had blonde hair, which fell to below his ears, and the girl had jet-black hair to below her shoulders, and pink eyes.

Immediately falling in love, I took a step towards the pair, which brought the boy's attention to me, revealing a matching pair of pink eyes.

"Hi.. where are your parents bubbas?" I ask, hesitantly walking towards them. As the girl watched me, her cries worsened, while the boy's subsided.

"Hey, hey! It's okay!" I soothe, swooping the girl into my arms. At first she freaked out, but after I rocked her back and forth and patted her back she calmed down.

Shifting her into my left arm, I picked up her brother as well. Judging by their sizes and identical appearance, I would guess that they were twins. As the boy settled in my arms, my heart melted as he wrapped his tiny arms around my neck.

Cooing, I stared at the toddlers in awe, already feeling very protective over the two. Just as I started to leave, I mentally cursed as I heard the heroes calling to one another, exclaiming that they heard a child cry where I was assumed to be near.

Sprinting, I made my way back to the bar, twins protectively secured in my arms. "THERE! GET HER!" A hero yelled, making his way toward me. Panicking, I tried to find a place to quickly call Kurogiri. After a few minutes of evading the heroes, I dashed into an empty alleyway, and hid behind a large dumpster.

Setting the boy on my knee, I bounced him up and down to keep him happy as I pulled out the cellphone, quickly dialing Kurogiri.

"(V/n)." Kurogiri greeted, waiting for me to continue. "I- I need a portal.. quickly." After giving him a rough location, he quickly sent a portal my way, telling me exactly where it was and how long he'd keep it up.

Thanking him, I quickly ended the call before picking the boy back up, sneaking out of the alleyway quickly. I jogged as I kept an eye out for the heroes, desperately clinging to walls as I searched for the portal.

After a while of searching, I found it with only a minute or so to spare. Sprinting toward it, my heart sped up as I heard the heroes pursuing me. Jumping into the portal, I sighed as Kurogiri closed it just in time.

"Really (v/n)?" He asked, eyes locked onto the now sobbing twins. "I couldn't just leave them!" I spit, moving toward my shared room while desperately trying to soothe the twins.

As I shut the door, I collapsed onto the bed, gently, petting the toddlers heads while whispering sweet things to them. It wasn't long until they both fell asleep, pitifully clinging onto me as they slept, like they were begging me to stay.

Smiling, I kissed both of their heads before falling asleep as well, imagining how my sweet Dabi would react to the new addition to our tiny family.

I awoke to a familiarly warm hand placed on my exposed shoulder. Blinking my eyes open, I grinned as I saw Dabi, his turquoise eyes focused on the sleeping toddlers that were comfortably cozied up in what he deemed, "his spot".

"(Y/n).. what are these things, and what are they doing here?" Dabi asked, moving his hand down to my thigh, grasping it affectionately.

"Baby.. I found these two little angels on my mission. They were abandoned, lonely, terrified, and most likely starving. I took them back here.. and I really wanna keep em." I beg, pleading eyes bleeding into Dabi's unamused ones.

"(Y/n). We're villains."

"And they don't have a home! Besides, we're already attached so~."

"What are their names?" Dabi sighed, sitting down next to me. "I don't know.. I was gonna have you help me with that."

"Okay.. well what are we supposed to do with em?"

"Umm they're gonna wake up hungry.. so why don't you get some food? Nothing too hard to chew though. We don't want our children to choke." At that, Dabi just gave me a soft smile before going to find some substantial food.

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[trans-luis-serra-navarro]

OH I LOVE YOUR CONTENT BUT I'M SHY SO ANONYMOUS IS THE ONLY WAY

Okay okay so Serennedy!! Do you prefer their 2005 dynamic or the remake dynamic?? Also what do you think of Leon teaching Luis how to fight hand-to-hand?? Luis with long hair? Sorry for the long ask but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

SHWBEGEBDYDJDUCHCUJSAJ OMG HI HELLO HIIIII!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU GOT THE ASK AND DONT FEEL SHY IM LITERALLY JUST A FELLER AHABHDBDHDJS but!!! More importantly!!!!! Your questions!!!!!!!! I’ll keep them under the cut so I don’t clog up anyone’s dash!!!

Do I prefer OG Serennedy or Re- REMAKE!!!!!!! REMAKE INFINITELY SO OH MY GOD ARE YOU KIDDING ME. THE PARALELLS BETWEEN THEM AND SANCHO PANZA AND DON QUIXOTE. THE ACTING. THE LIL MOMENTS OF GENUINE JOY BETWEEN THEM ARE YOU KIDDING ME (also like the obvious. Luis is a MASSIVE step up from his OG counterpart in terms of like. Not being a very creepy misogynist BDNEHENJDD)

What do I think about Leon teaching Luis hand-to-hand combat???? OH MY G O D ?????????? HOW HAVE I NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE THATS LITERALLY THE BEST IDEA E V E R ?????? We all know Luis CLEARLY isn’t a fighter like Leon- the only weapon we see him reliably use is a gun manufactured in WWII and. A metal pole which like. Y’know what that works too BCNEHENEJSJS and ESPECIALLY after such a close call with Krauser who is- notoriously- more of a close-up fighter I can only imagine Leon would be REEEEEEAL keen to teach Luis some general self defence skills

In my head it’d probably be in the same wheelhouse as other small things Luis does to slowly heal after living in Valdelobos for so long- gain some weight/muscle, get a fresh change of clothes, go to therapy etc etc BCNEHENEJ now I’m having BRAINROT over the idea of Leon teaching Luis how to use a proper army knife or something with just full consideration and caution and they have the time of their lives doing it too ((I’m so sorry that turned into such a ramble but like. Hello who do you think you’re talking to BCNEHENDJDN))

What do I think of Luis with long hair????? WELL BOY HOWDY NOT TO PLUG MY OWN ART BUT I DREW THE GODDAMN IDEA!!!!!!! Again, similar to my last point, I can imagine little changes in appearance like him growing his hair out to be small signs of healing from that past trauma so I hold the idea of him growing out his hair very near and dear to my heart <<<<33

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[mikareo]

(DOVE OMG IDK IT SAID I UNFOLLOWED U but i think it was on accident or smth and lwky it was weird bc i didn’t see u on my dash lately :// i’m so sorry for that !!! i feel so bad i’m so sorry ;-; !!)

but i just saw that u were holding matchups, so i was wondering if i could provide a submission ? one for complete matchups, if possible <3

for blue lock, btw !

in a separate ask (thank u sm <3)

male, and around teenage years

sfw pls and thank u :))

i think i’m a v honest person, and i suppose i don’t mind saying what’s on my mind if i’m close to u. but to others, i filter what i say, and i tend to “people please” by saying what might be favourable to them. i’m really introverted and shy lol, it takes me a while to warm up to someone, but when i do, i’m pretty extroverted and loud :,) i think i’m also realistic, and i can sometimes be pessimistic, but i’m trying to be more hopeful about the future lately hehe. i feel like i’m also often trying to take care of my friends, and it’s like i’m the mother of the group ;-; and i would say that i’m quite empathetic, so a lot of the times, my friends do come to me for advice or just to hear some comforting words. i’m an infj :) and i’m a cancer ! i go by she/her !!

i like to write, read, and draw sometimes (not v good at it but it’s a calming activity imo). i also like to watch kdramas and anime <3 they’re probably one of my favourite things in the world !! and i like to cook (baking not so much idk why)—it’s also kinda therapeutic. i also love shopping, but specifically shopping for my things (idk how to feel ab grocery shopping :/)

ideal dates would probably have to be like art galleries, cafe dates, a picnic date w like painting activities hehe, a spontaneous trip out in the city, or a stay-at-home date where we just do wtv and enjoy each other’s company <33

thank u so so much ! hope that i included all necessary info, and pls (maybe) have fun w this !!

(i’m quite excited to do ur submission for my event too hehe <33 and so sorry ab the unfollowing I FEEL SO BAD </3)

💌 ✮⋆˙ love letter to...yoisami!

saki!!!! i honestly didn't even notice u unfollowed me so dw abt it really!! girl u are SO pretty omg!! like the vibes u give off are so fairy princess,, i love that for u <33 also,, before u open this post (if u haven't alr LOL) it's like...really really long bc i have a lot to say abt this particular character ajskfl i haven't even finished writing everything yet while i'm typing this,, but i alr know it's going to have such a long wc for a matchup (1.2k pls),, i rlly hope u like it tho!! complete matchups are always so fun bc they're just a total brain dump for me :3 (p.s. i'm also so so excited for what color u come up w for me n isagi EEEK) also i dunno if i said it alr,, but i rlly love the little selfship drawing u have on ur navi,, it's so cute!!

[ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ ] your complete matchup results!

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ APPEARANCE PAIRING ! congratulations . . .‧₊˚🌻✩NIJIRO NANASE₊˚🌿⊹♡

with gentle features that seemingly express lots of emotion; no doubt, the two of you would be considered a visual couple and have countless onlookers wishing they were with either of you. nijiro only cares about your eyes, though. he's not bothered by the lovestruck stares and greedy thoughts the passing women have. he only needs to make you smile. that's his one and only goal.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ PERSONALITY PAIRING ! congratulations . . .‧₊˚🍙✩YOICHI ISAGI₊˚⚽️⊹♡

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ chemistry analysis . . .

okay this actually was so easy for me to settle on, i literally read your personality info and the first person who came to mind was isagi. i weighed out all the other options, but no one else really clicked in my head other than him. i think about this man like so often; and knowing so much about him, there's no doubt that you two would be so compatible!

one thing that really stood out to me amidst all of isagi's personality traits, is his perceptiveness. obviously he's extremely good at reading the field, but his true talent is reading people. while you're very introverted and tend to keep to yourself at first, he'd be able to figure out a way to make you feel comfortable around him upon the first introduction. he wouldn't be alarmed by your shyness, but rather intrigued and he'd want to understand you better; in fact, he'd make it a challenge for himself to do so. immediately, he'd be able to notice the difference between you telling the truth and you trying to 'people please'— but no matter which one is occurring, he wouldn't call you out on it. he'd trust that you're saying and doing whatever you feel comfortable with, and respect that. he'd also enjoy your outgoingness once you finally open up to him, and his favorite thing in the world would be whenever he's able to make you laugh. isagi loves a girl who laughs a lot whilst showing a beautiful smile; and he'd wish he had a photographic memory just to revisit that look on your face when he's struggling on the field, in need of some comfort.

i don't necessarily think you two are total opposites, but there are definitely some things that you differ on; one being his optimism vs. your pessimism. isagi is someone who lives on adrenaline and keeping his head in the clouds. he believes that everything will work out for him so long as he continues to practice and find a new solution; however, he needs someone who can keep him grounded. if he spends too much time in the clouds, his feet will never come back to earth. with your realist perspective, you can tell him when he needs to focus or lock in on a goal— whilst also making sure that he isn't getting too ahead of himself. the reverse is also true. he uses his extreme optimism and drive to encourage you to take those chances that you normally wouldn't with your realism holding you back. he wants you to fly in the cloud with him, and looks forward to that safe landing he knows you'll bring. you keep him from flying away. he makes sure you're not stuck to the ground forever.

even though he's an optimist, isagi is so hard on himself. he beats himself up after every game even if he's the one who scored the winning goal. to him, there's nothing more important than improving; which is why your advice is so valuable. if anything, you'd surely be his rock in the midst of the chaos of his football career. he'd rely on you when he's feeling down and go to you whenever he needs some words of encouragement. with those words, he'd close his eyes and try to recall them— recite them— before he has a game (it's his good luck charm) and feel so much stronger. your the person he looks up to most. it's not noel noa. it's you. he hangs onto your every word, his attention is undivided, because he knows that you only want the best for him. your advice is selfless, and yes, maybe he is selfish for asking for it so often, but can you blame him? you're the shining sun when he's rained off the field and the sweeping waves when he visits the beach. your physical and emotional beauty astonish him.

on his off days, isagi loves to go for walks, read manga, or simply stay at home with you. surely, he'd be the one to hand you your sneakers and tell you that there's a new cafe open downtown that he wants to try— knowing full well that you've been looking forward to it for weeks. when the two of you are walking through the city, he's bound to take a few pictures with fans; and while you're holding up the phone telling them to say 'cheese', isagi smiles after, telling the strangers: "isn't my girlfriend so cute?" he's such a character. if you choose to spend the day at home, baking and such, he tries his best to help out in the kitchen. though, it never really works out as planned. isagi has his certain skills, baking not being one of them (i.e. soccer being the only one) which causes your sweets to be a little lopsided. however, his company isn't a burden as he makes you giggle and smile with his quips and encouragements as you try a new recipe. isagi loves spending time with you when he can, and he makes sure to make the most of it.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ memories on the wall . . .

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ a treasured moment . . .

your boyfriend is someone who thinks on his feet, pre-planning has never really been his thing, which is why it was no surprise when he laced up your sneakers and led you to the train station with no prior warning. "c'mon, that new cafe opened in ginza." is what he'd said to you; trying to sound spontaneous, even though he so obviously remembered you've been looking forward to it for months now.

the two of you are nearly there, just a few blocks away since you somehow got off the train two stops too early, when a pair of middle school (?) girls stop you in your tracks. "excuse me, do you mind if we get a photo with you isagi?" to which he gladly accepts.

naturally, you offer to take the photo, being used to your boyfriend's adoring fans and tell the girls to smile big. it's so adorable the way his face lights up whenever he's able to share his passion for football with someone new. you love that beaming look on his face and are so grateful that you get to look at that grin every day of your life.

"the girl taking the photo..." isagi begins to say to the fans, worrying you that he's about to make some joke that you won't find funny. "she's my girlfriend." aw.

they both nod at his words, commenting on how pretty they think you are, before he continues to speak.

"isn't she gorgeous?"

he always knows how to make you blush. damn him.

"you're a flirt, yoichi." you shake your head, giggling softly as you hand the phone back to the girls. "i can't take you anywhere, can i?"

he reaches out, lovingly clasping his large hand over yours and kisses your temple. it's a very public display of romance, but he made sure to cover your face while doing so, knowing that you tend to get a little embarrassed by those sort of things. "i'm the luckiest man in the world." his voice is so caring, so loving. "i'm going to tell everyone i'm yours whenever i get the chance."

(i am literally a mess when it comes to isagi jasfdkl this brain dump was lethal)

#this is SO LONG LMFAO #lit could write an essay on this chara #matchups ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ #txt.yoisami

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The Twelve Days Chapter Seven (Henry V x Fem! Reader Series)

Chapter Word Count: 9K

Series Summary: Your family betrothed you to known rake Prince Hal now newly reformed and crowned as King Henry V of England. As December ends and January begins, you must face your first Twelve Days of Christmas Celebration not only as a new queen, but a new wife to a man you are just beginning to know and bed.

Previous Parts: One//Two//Three//Four//Five//Six

Warnings: 18+. SMUT Y'ALL!!! Oral (fem receiving), edging, doing it on the floor, P in V sex. I am still getting used to writing smut so be nice but constructive, please. Mentions of drinking and domestic abuse (which our boy, Henry/Hal is not and never does at any point in the fic) and lots of teasing. Sexual tension thicker than Hal's ass in those leather pants. Attempts at historic accuracy and Shakespearean cursing. This is likely the penultimate chapter!

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The Evening of the Twelfth Day

You stood before the mirror in your dress as a lady in waiting sealed the clasps. It was stunningly beautiful. It was a deep color you loved with long sleeves that floated down. There were jewels encrusted around the neckline of the bodice as well as for the belt that was placed around your waist as a jeweled necklace was clasped around your neck. With the smallest light, there you would still glimmer just a little like a stubborn star. Even Gwaine stood still in his spot on the bed to bink slowly in admiration at it.

One lady in waiting took a hand mirror that she was going to set down after she was done with fixing your hair as you like. As the setting sun was shining from the window, the lady saw that the hand mirror made a small light shimmer on the floor from the sun’s reflection. Little Gwaine got up from crouching and ran out, he jumped after it, pupils enlarged. She made the light jump to a different spot. He crouched, wiggling his bottom, and then leaped to catch the little light. All of you laughed and took turns playing with the mirror in the light as he dashed about, attempting to run after it and catch it with his little paws.

Until there was a knock on the door. Though a little part of you was disappointed when your mother appeared. She did smile when noting your appearance in the jewels and clothes of the Royal Family.

“Ladies, may you leave us for only a few minutes? I’d like to speak to my daughter,” she asked.

The ladies bowed their heads and left. Once alone, she went up to you and hugged you.

“What, what is it, mother?” you asked.

“I’m so sorry…and your father is too…” she began.

“Sorry for what?” you questioned, squinting your eyes and releasing the hug, but clasping hands with her.

Both of you sat down on the bed.

“We should have thought more about your own happiness than the standing of our family…we threw you off to the King without thinking of what you would think, how you would feel…” she elaborated.

“Oh, mother…I…I thank you…I was so terrified but I tried not to show it. I knew how much this meant for all of us for me to marry him. He was the best bachelor any woman could ask for and you handed me to him. I didn’t say anything bad because I…I…I didn’t want to disappoint you, to disappoint any of our family…” you recalled.

She sniffed, starting to tear up a little.

“You dressed like a bride at the wedding, but your face looked like your head was about to be chopped off and I saw how your hands wouldn’t stop shaking…I don’t remember seeing you smile once that day. I…I’m so sorry…I realized then and only then when it was too late to call off the marriage. I felt so sorry for you… and angry at myself back then…”

“Mama…I forgive you…” you said.

She smiled and wiped off a tear with her hand.

“Would you like to know a secret, Y/N?”

You nodded, swallowing.

“I never told your father about this- I sent spies to Eastcheap after the wedding. I told them to find the past lovers of Prince Hal, my dear. I had them ask the women if the Prince was known to beat his tavern women or if he was cruel to them in any way and…and…they reported back that he treated all of them well. So I thought…it could be far worse…but then, there was always the risk…if he changed his usual ways with women…if somehow he hurt you after you married him, I would have never forgiven myself. I should have told you of this…sooner but I worried a letter would be intercepted. ”

She smoothed her skirts, another tear welling in her eyes.

“Then I heard what he said to you at the garden and I began to hope…to hope that…that maybe they were right and that he didn’t just pay the tavern women to lie about to him…”

“It’s alright, mama, you made amends and did what you could and…and thank you, that’s good to know. He’s….he’s not a monster at all, mama! You don’t have to worry about it at all!” you assured her.

Both of you hugged with happy tears. Then she gasped to see Gwaine rubbing his fur at bottom of her skirts and purring loudly. You leaned down and picked up the kitten.

“This is Sir Gwaine. He was a gift to me from the King. Why? Because Henry wanted to make me happy. The spies were right. Henry treats me well- he’s a good man!” you explained.

“What else?” she prodded.

“We’re running out of time- someday, I’ll write to you all about everything he’s done for me…” you said.

“Then I am glad for you.”

You both shared a last hug before the ladies returned.

“Your majesty…we all have to finish getting ready. The celebration will begin soon…” one lady reminded you.

On one of the pillows of your bed was your crown- golden and encrusted with Lancaster-red rubies. The tallest lady in waiting placed it on your head. You realized now that you were used to its weight, no longer nervous about if it would trip off your head at a wrong turn. You wondered if your skull could have a giant, ring-shaped dent where it lay. But no- you just realized it was a matter of acquired taste. It felt made to fit your head perfectly.

It was expected for you to arrive with the king at the celebration. You and the ladies exited your chambers and walked through halls, sometimes wooden and sometimes stone, to the entrance before the throne room. As you and the other ladies arrived right to the room that lead to the throne room, your heart skipped in your chest.

There he was, Henry. In his beautiful splendor- in his nicest red leather and crowned. You felt yourself smile when you saw the back of his curled head and when he turned, you saw his eyebrows shoot up.

“My lady, are you well?” he asked as you walked to be on his side.

“Yes, my lord,” you answered.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Are you?” you replied.

“As I can be,” he answered with a shrug.

He then turned around, putting up a hand to signal the others.

“Let us wait a moment before we start,” he directed.

Henry turned to you. From the pocket of his pants, he pulled out a pink silk ribbon that could only be your garter from this morning.

“My lady, you’re missing something…have you replaced it?” he asked, eyes shining.

“No, I haven’t…” you replied, biting your lips as they curved up to grin coyly.

You wondered if this would happen if you didn’t replace your garter- and now you were proven right. Your heart picked up speed even if everything was very still- no sound except the chatter of people on the other end of the doors.

“Then may I put it on you?” he offered.

You sucked in a deep breath and folded your hands, your voice trying to contain your delight.

“You may.”

Henry shot a look at the party behind both of you- the ladies in waiting, his attendants, and personal servants, and waved a hand at them. They all nodded and turned their eyes and heads away from the two of you. Henry leaned down before you on one knee, eyes up at you in reverence.

“Which leg?” he asked.

“The left one,” you answered quietly.

You lifted your skirt up. You were lucky that the stocking was well fitted, but it was slipping some without the support of the garter. You looked down at the top of his head as he took his hands- so large and yet so soft- as they pulled your stocking up. You heard his breath catch at that glimpse of your bare leg- something too often covered by shifts and skirts. Gently, so gently, he put a hand on your leg to keep the stocking from drooping. This time, your own nostrils were sucking in air at the feeling of his hand on you- on only a thin layer of cloth that separated his bare hand from your bare skin.

He then took the garter and looped it around. His hand brushed past your thigh. You even saw his mouth barely open and the pupils of his eyes were dilated wide, his face red as his jacket. He made a knot. Just enough to hold the stocking, but not so tight that it couldn’t be easily removed. He then ran a hand down- making sure there were no creases, and that the stocking was in place. Part of you shivered from his touch.

“There…that feels right,” you commented.

You heard him sigh through his nostrils as you lowered your skirt, hiding your leg. He looked up at you, still blushing. He returned back to standing on two legs, you noticed his chest having for want of breath.

“I’m glad of it,” said Henry,

Both of you had a moment to look at each other. You found his eyes down to your lips.

Part of you wished to cancel the feast, guests be damned, and quickly send the attendants away. Then you wanted Henry to grab you, place you right against the nearest wall, and kiss you intensely. You would gladly lift your skirts up and he lower his breeches, and you would open, accepting him, and cling your arms around as he began to enter you, and move his hips, slamming into you and…

This picture only lasted a second and you had to swallow it out, a bout of laughter from the Twelfth Night guests rousing from the outside. Henry squeezed his eyes shut and let out an exhale through his mouth. He opened his eyes and snapped his fingers. The attendants turned back.

“They’ve waited long enough. We must enter,” he announced to them.

He then stood, eyes forward, but raised his arm so it formed a shape like an L, the palm forward, offering it to you. You then, as gracefully as you could muster, slide your arm down so that your hand landed over his like a blanket.

The guards opened the door. The last day to enjoy ivy and holly everywhere. Gentle, orange candlelight made the room seem golden everywhere. There was the fanfare of trumpets beginning and the chatter halted. You found that you were able to keep up with Henry’s long strides with ease as a loud voice announced.

“Their majesties, The King and Queen of England.”

Heads bowed like grain in the wind when you both entered. You felt yourself grin in spite of it. They backed off like the Red Sea to make way for the two of you. That throne room, where once sat only Henry’s had a twin throne next to it. Like swans gliding on the water, you made your way to stand before it.

Henry then spoke, announcing to the crowd before you.

“I welcome and greet you all as friends tonight. Let us enjoy the last day of Christmas, the Feast of Epiphany, and the Arrival of the Wise Men together. May the Twelfth Night celebrations begin!”

Everyone clapped and cheered as he then sat down on the throne. People made their way to the tables to gape over the food. Not that you blamed them as you arched your neck to admire it. There was a whole set of chess made completely of Marzipan, as promised, and flavored with rosewater. You noticed your older brother reach for some little round sweets called confits before any of the main courses could be looked at and chew at them, then trying to discreetly spit out and get rid of the seed inside it. For a cold, snowy day it was a welcome scent to smell flowers and see plants everywhere.

The Twelfth Night cake in all its glory shone at the center of the far wall in a table for itself, a yard long and across, in preparation for this day. And perhaps enough so that everyone in London could share some. You took note- tomorrow you would have to visit the kitchens and ask if any leftover cake could be given to the beggars outside your gates. As you tried a slice of it, it was moist yet spices danced on your tongue.

Once you made your own way there, you marveled at the figurines of little knights - all completely out of sugar. There was more meat- beef, chicken, hams, eels, oysters, and more giant mince pies, like on Christmas. When you sat at your place at the table next to the King and began to sip at the goblet of wine given to you, you could taste how it was sweetened with honey. As you tried a bite of the gingerbread, you could taste cinnamon, cloves, and cardamom. It was a miracle your tongue did not explode from all the flavors.

Henry himself was enjoying slices of oranges and suckets after the meats. He was relaxed. Both of you smiled and took a small sip of your wine looking at each other. He’d gossip into your ear.

“Hmm, the Lord of Warwick’s already got a circle of ladies around him. He should make a decision on one of them already, he’s been a widower long enough. And the Earl of Sussex chose the ugliest doublet I have laid eyes on.”

“Perhaps, he should have listened to his wife for advice on how to dress,” you responded to him.

You covered your mouth to hide the indulgent smile as you drank your wine deeply. Henry’s lips tightened, swallowing the urge to smile as well.

Some lovely music started to accompany the graceful court dances. You watched and saw with gladness there was Micheal Williams, in the finest clothes he could access, and right next to him, touching his hand and stepping forward in rhythm, was your beloved little sister. He seemed able to keep up with the courtiers, and she was beaming.

Yet you turned to see John of Lancaster seated next to Henry. The second eldest Lancaster brother was frowning. His eyes were soft, looking at how your sister smiled at her dance partner only to give Williams a secret glare. He took a pitiful sip of wine, his hand dangling in midair as he put his elbow on the table, but not letting the cup go.

You then walked beside the prince and leaned over.

“Good evening, John.”

“Your majesty, most revered sister-in-law and queen,” he greeted with a bow.

“My sister looks quite beautiful tonight, does she not?” you asked.

“Yes indeed she does!” he admitted softly.

You smiled mischievously.

“She told me yesterday she was worried about there being no dance partners at court…so I have a command from your queen- dance with her, John.”

“What?” he cried, setting down his goblet on the table.

“Stop sulking and ask her to dance with you! She will be gone by tomorrow evening- you might as well dance with her.” you reasoned, hands on your hips.

He was wide-eyed. But surely this couldn’t be scarier than the battles the young man had fought in by now! He took in a deep breath. You leaned closer and whispered.

“I guarantee you- she’ll say yes,” you added on.

John gulped down the rest of his wine and nodded.

“Then yes, yes I will!”

The second the dance was over and Michael and your sister said their goodbyes, John was right there. You didn’t hear their words over the chatter, but you saw her smile and nod her head. You returned to your spot but didn’t sit back down.

“Can we dance, my lord?” you asked, turning to the king.

He smiled, “of course, my lady.”

As you leaned your hand to touch his, he gently held it and lifted it up. You picked up part of your skirt demurely as you both walked over to the dance floor and began a dance over the next song.

And you were the better dancer. Henry’s feet clucked a little at the steps and he got confused sometimes as to when one stepped left and when right. You smiled and bit your tongue to keep from laughing and Henry pouted stubbornly as he was determined to get it right. You hadn’t realized but he was staring at you so much that he accidentally knocked into another dancer. The terrified youth muttered twenty “sorry, your grace” apologies like a Hail Mary. And the song was almost at its end and Henry still wasn’t getting the steps right!

“Fie it all. Y/N- here! Let’s end it a different way!” he said as he turned to you.

Before you could protest he wrapped his arms around you and you intuitively placed your own arms around him. With a gasp, he lifted you up in the embrace. It was quite bold in its intimacy considering this was a public court event. But who was going to stop The King of England, Scotland, Ireland, and Wales at that moment from doing it?

He lifted you up and then twirled you around, your skirt moving in the air from it. You couldn’t help but smile and cling closer to him and enjoy feeling like flying. And you heard Henry himself laugh over the ending chords of the music.

You both returned to your seats. A few actors from the lucky troupe invited to the palace prepared the stage for their morality play. Henry whispered your name and you turn to him.

“What is it?” you asked.

“You look beautiful tonight, my lady.”

You felt as if you had a fever from the warmth inside you.

“Thank you, my lord.”

As the play began, two performers swept on- one dressed in gold and one in silver, representing the goddesses Hera and Diana as they disagreed between them as to which was better- married love or chaste love, platonic sentiment or romantic fire. Henry continued to whisper so only you would hear.

“The crown fits you well. I might make a new law- you will wear the crown in my chambers….”

“Henry, that sounds-“

“You will wear only the crown in my chambers.”

It seemed if it came between chaste affection or passion, Henry picked a side.

Onstage, dancers dressed with horns mimicking deer began to prance beautifully around each other. But you felt yourself exhale deeper from his words, the bodice of your chest heaving. You could only glance up at him with a small smile and then return your eyes to your lap in chaste innocence as pretend as those actors were gods. As the performance continued, you crept a hand next to his to hold and he welcomed it. Fingers shielding all of your own. You could almost feel his pulse at his wrist in a steady rhythm.

Once it was at the end where the goddesses called an even truce, everyone applauded and you released your hand, feeling the cool air rather than the warmth of his skin.

“Now, we shall continue but the king shall retire and go to bed!” A courtier announced.

Henry stood up. He reached for your hand and kissed it.

“Good night, my lady.”

He then turned to the crowd.

“I bid you all a merry Twelfth Night and good night.”

They bowed as a farewell. You looked as your husband vanished through the doors. Women then pooled onto the floor, your sister you noticed among them. A lady in waiting went up to you.

“There is a special dance for the ladies when the king retires. Normally the queen would do it too-would you like to join it?” she asked.

“No thank you. I…I would like to retire myself,” you answered.

“Very well, good night, your grace,” she replied politely.

You walked forward through those doors. You did not need your ladies to interrupt their dancing to accompany you. You knew which door it was. This castle was your home now and you could navigate it with more ease each day. You walked through the small stone hallway leading to Henry’s bedchambers and before those giant doors. The two guards stood in front.

“May I enter?” you requested.

One guard bowed his head and opened the door.

Henry was sitting, his cheek resting on his hand, elbow propped on the arm of the chair, looking into the roaring fireplace when jumped at the sound of the door. He saw you, his eyes wide. The orange glow of the fire shone over the other chair and the new rug on that section of the floor. It padded your steps as you approached him, but you remained standing.

“If there wasn’t just a feast, I would ask you to dine with me,” he replied.

“Are you saying you’re unhappy I’m here?” you teased with a grin.

“No. Opposite in fact.”

You walked forward and he broke into a smile, greeting your name.

“Why aren’t you out with the other ladies?” he asked.

“I would rather be with you tonight,” you answered.

You took a step closer to him. And then you knelt down on the rug before the fire, taking his hand. He looked up at you with a softness over his handsome features, listening to your words.

“I’ve…I’ve missed you, Henry. I love my family, but this whole time, these past few days, and especially the nights I…”

He leaned closer and you to him. Your lips a breath away. Not quite a kiss. But almost.

“I’ve missed you. And…and I want you,” you added boldly.

You could almost feel the brush of his eyelashes as he leaned in closer. You placed a hand on his face and he yours.

“I missed you…and I want you too…” he voiced.

He leaned in closely, sealing the kiss. You felt as if your insides exploded from the softness of his lips. You felt the breaths out of his nostrils as you leaned in, furthering the kiss. You felt him smile. You both released your lips from each other. He leaned in and you backed away only an inch before his lips could touch any other part of you, though your hands remained standing. You released to chuckle a little, at his eagerness. The most powerful man on earth and he was at your mercy.

“My little wife, you tease me so,” he purred.

He then wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you from escaping. You kissed him again as you felt one of his hands begin to bunch up your skirts. Now you were at his mercy.

“You want me only wearing the crown in your chambers?” you recalled.

“We have all the time in the world to make that happen- I don’t think I have the patience now to watch you undress…” he husked.

Fluidly, he pulled you to the floor on the rug and you met him there. Any bit of him you could touch, you kissed- his cheek, his shoulder, and his neck- which elicited a moan from him. So close, so needy, so desperate- you both knew you couldn’t make it to the bed. You could feel yourself already dripping wet between your legs.

“I’d have you on every surface in this castle if I could…” he murmured.

You felt the warmth from your side and the glow from the flames. One side lit Henry’s face, he was kissing you more, but it was intenser- almost like a bite. His tongue entered your mouth like a cock as if your mouth was what lay between your legs. Your teeth clattered with his as his tongue pushed in. It took your breath how he reached his hands to grip your back, almost trapping you in a wall of his body- but you wanted it. You wanted to feel his weight on top of you. He held himself so not to crush you beneath him- but with a gentle press. He nestled again into your neck.

There was a ferocity, teeth- there would be marks where he kissed and bit. He smiled, eyes over the cleavage of your dress. It made little gasps to feel it. You felt him kiss the tops of it and as he moved to touch them, play with them, feeling them even over the dress. You placed your hands on his back, your nails digging into him, feeling its broadness and the muscles that made you wet for him.

“Mmph, you were a little vixen today, tempting me with your garter…” he muttered from your chest.

“No one’s around here now- punish me for it.”

“I’ll punish you- I’ll get rid of these-”

Henry’s hands moved to your necklace. The grip and strength you felt in his hands made you feel as if he could destroy the thing to pieces- rip it off and have the gems scattered across the floor before you. But he only undid it and flung it off to the side. You felt him at the front, undoing the clasps of your dress.

“Cruel dress, cruel skirts, cruel stockings...all hiding this beauty beneath them…” he mumbled as he undressed you from on top.

He removed and opened the bodice of your dress and then took off the skirt. It shuffled over your head like a colorful cloud over your face as he removed everything over your head and out of the way. You were in your shift and stockings. He then touched your legs, stroking as he raised one. He kissed your ankle and then a bit further down. He bit off the garter and then tossed it from his teeth to his hand like a beast, throwing it away.

“If only you saw how hard it made me whenever I touched it…this damned feast kept me from you..."

“Then feast on me,” you dared in reply.

He smiled in response. He then eagerly flicked off the other garter and rolled off the stocking with his hand. Then, his fingers parting the lips between your legs, he delved in between you with his tongue. You bucked, releasing a moan already. You felt his eager tongue tasting that little nub of yours. He was kissing at- the little rosebud, just like the roses in the marzipan. It hit the nerves as you writhed on the rug. Your body was his. And he was going to take care of it.

Stars filled your eyes. He tasted even deeper as his tongue licked each bit of you. Then he returned, focusing on the bud- a strong, fast rhythm, as the country dances rather than the court dances. You couldn’t help but whimper, relishing being under his power. You ground your hips against him. You could feel his smile as he sucked against your clit gently, slowing down. You could feel that sensation, rising in you- but you would need speed to get to that sweet point of le petit mort. “More…I want more…” you moaned softly. Your back was starting to arch, bearing out one breast from its bodice.

He suddenly stopped and removed his head. His arm wiped off your arousal on his face and you smelled your own earthy scent. Everything in you was pent like a bucket full of water- but now nothing to crack it out. You sat up on your elbows as he rose to his knees.

“Henry! You…you….you starveling!” you cursed in frustration, looking back at him.

He chuckled, eyes shining at your exposed breast.

“The delay will make it better, you will see…Do You want more, my pretty queen?” he offered, his hands down to his pants.

“Yes, please, I want you- and you and you need to bare yourself too” you insisted.

You made sure to undo each button of his red jacket. Nimbly, each one came off until he got to the usual black undershirt beneath, and you flung it off over his head. You licked your lips at his beautiful chest. He flung off his codpiece and took off his tight pants, his erection freed and dripping as you were in anticipation. You ran a hand to touch his wide, muscular, flushed chest h- warm, welcoming, and all for you. He was yours every bit as you were his.

“How do you feel about this shift?” he asked you, putting your hands on the cloth

“I honestly don’t care about this one,” you answered.

“I’ll buy you a new one then-” he answered.

He ripped your shift from the collar down in one smooth tear. You gasped, the cold air and fireplace warmth hitting your bare skin. He place your breast in his hand and kiss it roughly, then moved up so his tongue swirled the nipple- his kisses were the sweetest fire.

“I…I…please, your…your…” you kept begging as you felt his mouth on your chest, yet your own soaking pussy screamed for returned attention.

Henry smiled again, his mouth over your breast to where you felt his breath full of the spices of the feast.

“Louder, darling….I want you loud tonight. I want to have you screaming so all of England knows how I satisfy you,” he ordered.

“Pease?” you responded in a clearer voice that echoed from the walls.

Immediately, he positioned himself sheathed inside you, eliciting a moan from you. Your walls embraced him. A most welcome intrusion.

“Henry- more, more, more. Harder, please,” you pleaded.

“As my queen commands,” he said.

He then grabbed your own hips and adjusted them, he took each of your legs until it was higher and he got it. He trusted again and got a deep spot- completely filling you- he removed you, then empty. Then he crashed his hips immediately in. Before you could take a breath, he slammed into you again, again, and again. Zounds, he was deep. And he was grunting, groaning like an animal, his curls falling before his face. He kept repeating your name in a whisper as he pounded into you, so fast you gasped for air. You had more moans come out of you, moans you.

“Be loud, be loud…I, uhmpf, I, I, -ugh- want to hear your echoes,” he grunted as he kept thrusting.

“Wh-What, I-“ you dazedly said.

He did another quick slam with a grunt interrupting you.

“OH!” you yelped.

It was the fastest he went, and he was moaning himself, cursing, trying to hold off though you felt barely a tremor as he pushed his cock deep in your walls.

“Cry-Cry-Cry out, wife!” he ordered in his own pleasure intoxicating him like ale.

Your hand had to grasp the leg of the chair to steady this wildness, fast, powerful thrusts- the intensity, the fucking you craved for finally given to you.

“Henry, I- Henry- Oh- YES! YES! THERE- GOD! HENRY- HAL-HENRY- I” you began to yell, rising up to screams as you felt yourself go up.

He began going rougher. This was it. The great pleasure you had craved eagerly for days. The lungs in your body were gasping, wanting the air that was knocked out of you with each, the chair moving in your hand only a little to keep up with the power of his movements. Your hand removed to flail to hold onto anything for support

He was practically slamming you on the rug again and again. He then had one hand to hold your wrists above your head, keeping you still so there for the support, no place but this deepness, this intensity. His grunts are animalistic in your ear and the repetitions of your name get huskier and even stop mid-syllable from the feel of how you clenched around him each time.

His other hand then slipped down catching your bud and playing it, matching speed with his thrusts going so fast that you felt as if you would die. All while continuing to violently slam into you. His own voice caught in his throat, the pitch slightly higher, he was getting there himself.

Then, he sped it up more, and your own body shook more, breasts bouncing with each thrust of his. This was ravishment, this was passion. You felt as if your clit would fly out and each bit of your pussy. It would break into pieces. But what sweet, sweet brokenness it was. He was getting louder too but you were practically screaming in his ear.

“I can’t- I’m goingto-I’m going to- Imgoing to I can’t-I can’t Ican’Ican’tIcan’tIcan’tIcan’tIcan’t I CAN’T! H-H-HAL! Henry- Henry- HenryHenryHenry I-“

And he was matching you, one last command.

“Come, darling- come with me, come with me, comewithmeCOMEWITHMECOME-”

It broke you like a punch. The shattering was so intense your vision went black, and you screamed out a last “HENRY!!” to echo across the tall stone walls. That was all he could take. With a last loud “AH!” from him you felt his release spill into you.

Tears had poured out of your eyes. You became dizzy and you could feel your own sex spinning and your legs pulsating from how hard you came. His cock was twitching inside you. You laid a hand behind his head in his hair and felt him almost crash over you, his arms letting go of his weight. He was sweating profusely and a hand of his reached behind your back and kept you close.

Both of you panted as you shook and then your climax began to drift down. Henry then raised his head, so his eyes met yours. You swept his blonde curls to be out of his face. Part of you even felt a laugh from the release and he let out a small one too. His seed poured inside you, mixed with your own climax that released between your own legs. A recipe invented by the court to cook a royal heir. And one where if this wasn't successful, it would be cooked again, again, and again.

“If I knew this would happen, I would have married and bedded you the minute I laid eyes on you-,” Henry confessed.

“Could we move there?” you asked with a laugh.

The seed eventually stopped from his cock. He adjusted his hips and pulled himself out. He took note to ask the servants to clean the rug tomorrow morning. Neither of you bothered redressing an inch, especially as your shift was in tatters. You walked limply into his bed and settled amongst the sheets and blankets. He was on the other side. You dangled a hand above your head on the pillow, staring upwards to the bed set in your state of sweet, sweet release at last.

Henry rolled onto his back, his eyes dating about and chest heaving, still recovering from his own little death. He then looked back at you. He was no longer dark, pent-up, and lustful. The King of England, Henry the Fifth, looked, oddly enough, shy.

“Y/N could you…could you hold me?” he asked sweetly.

“Yes, of course,” you answered.

You pulled him to rest his head on your chest. You wrapped an arm around him and the other on his head as he huddled close. Music was playing in the hall floating down. If it was from the feast or from the musicians known to accompany the king sometimes when he went to bed, you weren’t sure. If it was the latter and they waited as you both fucked on the rug… then however much they were paid was certainly not enough.

“Do you hear that? They’re playing that song! I know the tune but…I can’t remember the words…” Henry muttered, head perked up to listen.

“I know the words, Henry, you silly goose” you replied.

You shushed him and laid his head back on your chest. You heard him sigh with a grin. You combed one of your hands through his curls as you softly sang- a post-coital lullaby to a lover rather than a child:

“When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain, it raineth every day...”

Verse by verse, you softly sang to the king, your husband, your lover. Then the music melted back into silence, save the crackling fireplace.

“Y/N…I have a question,” Henry voiced from below.

He removed his head from your chest on the pillow. His eyes were wide and like blue goblets.

“What is it?” you asked, turning your head to him.

He placed his hands across his stomach and was twiddling his thumbs, glancing down at them.

“Do you…like me, Y/N?” he asked.

You let out a laugh.

“You were thrusting inside me as I was screaming your name moments ago,” you replied.

“Yes, but…do you like me?” he repeated.

You nestled your head to turn to him. You looked him in the eyes as his own shot up back at you.

“Yes, Henry, I do like you.” You answered.

He began to twiddle his thumbs again, eyes returning down. You saw him blush again.

“Y/N I…I…I, uhm…this is…this is hard to say but…I know neither of us chose this, I know you didn’t choose me but…but…”

All those speeches and commands of his yet the words could barely form out of his mouth. You then looked at him, taking his hand and resting yours on it, fingers reaching between.

“Y/N, I’m not a perfect man. My father had every reason to be angry with me. Sometimes I think the sun wouldn’t consider even burning my face in scorn. I get bad ideas. Sometimes I say the wrong things and I’m proud and I act without a thought but…but Y/N…”

He swallowed, glancing down, and then up with pleading eyes.

“With some time…and a little patience… do you think you could love me?”

You gave him a kiss on the cheek and then smiled, still holding hands on that safe, soft, warm bed.

“Aye, Henry, I could…”

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[crystalflygeo]

(no pressure, no need to reply if you don't feel like it but i thought i'd send one in anyway!! am kissing your forehead and surrounding you with zhongli plushies <3)

😍😘🍼🌌

✅: how would you or your f/o react if the other 'teased' them in public? ;)

RIIIIIN PLS YOU'RE TOO PRECIOUS ;;w;;

😍: Name your three favorite things about your f/o

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Zhongli: -His voice/hair/eyes/appearance in general SORRY THAT SOUNDS SHALLOW BUT HAVE YOU SEEN THE HUSBAND? //jazz hands at zl -His kindness and gentle nature, I feel like ppl overlook this a lot pls he is so soft I love him. He has lost so much yet still has so much love to give <3 -His lil trivia and fun random facts bchjasncjasck nuff said I love him your honor

Baizhu: -His hair, his eyes, his smile, I am so WEAK PLS //sobs -He is so kind, so soft and selfless to a FAULT he's self sacrificing and prone to just go along with things that would harm him just to keep the peace and help others -can I also say his voice?? his chuckles?? he is so pretty and so funny bye I love him sm

😘: What’s your f/o’s favorite thing about YOU?

WHO KNOWS REALLY//HIT

Zhongli: -My loyalty/trust/devotion //hit -Whenever I do these lil skips/jumps and dashes as we walk together. (?) -FURRY EARS V EXPRESSIVE, he likes when they stand up to attention to his voice or fold back cutely when embarrassed dvhdbvhsbnvkj

Baizhu: -The high pitched squeaks and noises I let out whenever I drop or bump into something -How easily I get along with kids and how soft and patient I am with them -My open-mindedness (?)

🍼: Want kids?

FUN FACT no //HIT

Imma get v in character here but- There's been some talk about it since people keep bothering me asking how a mated 4kyo adeptus doesn't have children but I just.... don't want to??;;;; CR, Ganyu and the other adepti understand fully and don't pester about it anymore, same with other archons, surprisingly it's mostly the mortals who ask all the time ehhhh... Zhongli hasn't expressed a want outside of that raging breeding kink//cough but he wouldn't be opposed to the idea either?? He just respects and accepts that I don't want to, and if one day that changes then it's ok too. I do sometimes feel lowkey guilty though.....

🌌: What was your first date like?

RIN PLS THIS IS SO HARD NO I HAVEN'T THOUGHT ON THIS YET AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ngl probably just spending some time alone atop Mt Tianheng with a great view, soft breeze, basking on each other's company with some good food and wine, his head resting on my lap as I play with his hair and hum a song...

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✅: how would you or your f/o react if the other 'teased' them in public? ;)

OH YOU.

Zhongli would give me a look whenever my hand rests at his thigh during an outing at an opera or teahouse dinner lmao. He'll lean in to whisper/growl something along the lines of "do you want it that badly? behave." and revel in the shivers, but hey, that's exactly what I wanted and who knows, if I keep pushing the dragon might snap ;3

#rin whay are your asks so hard ghgnghggn #me in the xReader stuff I write: breed me zhongli!! pls yes 10/10 would have your dragon babies #me in my actual hc: ....no;;;; #crys answers #rin friend #THESE ARE SO GOOD THO I LOVED THEM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #cryli #cryzhu

[nettleshuttle]

for another batch of ygo opening analysis content, i just want to point out the way the first four lines of pendulum beat (arc v, op 6) nicely relate to yuya, yuto, yugo and yuri respectively, because that’s some very nice (semi)direct characterization right there!

the translation i found on ygo wiki goes:

“fly away, far away/ over your own walls!/ don't just have dreams, achieve them,/ even if you're covered with wounds, don't give up,/ go down the path you believe, the world you want.”

but what i remember from watching the subbed version is more like:

“fly away, fly away/ my walls,/ dreams are not meant to be granted, they are to be reached,/ don’t give up, even when you’re badly bruised,/ dash away to your desired world.”

so, from most to least obvious. the third line goes to yugo (the characters literally appear on screen along with their respective lines of lyrics, so the connection is pretty plain) — i’d say it naturally fits his character, with his totally unyielding attitude and stubborn refusal to ever give way, though it becomes a sorry maxim when i think of how this very attitude was totally trashed in his duel with rin.

fourth line, yuri. this sort of selfishly independent “do what you want” mindset is totally in character for him; i’d say it also relates to the conversation he had with asuka, where he decided not to follow the professor’s orders anymore and just card whoever the hell got in his way because he wanted to reach a world in which he is the only person left alive (talk about fucked up, but also direct reference to the quoted line of the op).

first line, yuya. centered round the overcoming of obstacles and personal walls, so to say, though i wonder what walls he has to fly over tbh. it’s interesting how this line is split in two, so the “fly away, far away” may suggest how he wouldn’t want to be involved in all these traumatic events, while the “my walls/over your own walls” part reminds me only of him fusing with his counterparts in the context of zarc and all, but that’s not a very optimistic reading, is it?

second line, yuto. most of an enigma to me, probably because i have the poorest grip on his personality out of the four (and he has the least of it too, in my opinion). anyway, i’d be most inclined to link this with xyz dimension’s crisis and the dream they all have of returning to a normal life; but this dream is “not meant to be granted, it is to be reached/achieved”, underlining the gravity of the resistance’s doings, as futile as they may seem.

it’s a little thing, really, but i like looking for and exploring such connections; makes me want to to appreciate the lyrics and all.

#yugioh #arc v #arc v spoilers #opening analysis (again) #yuya&co

[ladyofthecastleproject]

The Knight and the Prince in the Castle

[AO3 version]

Summary:

Inside the castle, a battle occurs and V-mon worries for Lightnimon’s life. Then, Wallace has the visit of a familiar face… Could Wallace be rescued from Duskmon’s hands? Or…?

[Notes: It takes place in 2008; this was the first drabble I wrote actually...]

Something was moving quickly through the corridors of this new rendition of Vamdemon’s castle. It wasn’t exactly the same place Taichi and the Chosen Children had ventured in before, but some mysterious one was built during those times.

Maybe it was all an illusion, or it was created by magic. No one knows.

The mysterious shadow approaches from the door of a room in which a special person was inside. He was running out of time, and V-mon was next to him trying to keep him cool. The digimon next to the black armored shadow -- one armor with Lighdramon motif -- was denouncing his identity. But he didn’t care at this point, he couldn’t waste his chance.

But something happened.

Once the door opened, a digimon attacked them. It wasn’t the kid’s digimon, so it was supposed to be one of the soldiers from the real bad guy.

Wielding this glaive Lighdramon-based weapon, he and V-mon dodged from the enemies attack and prepared to battle.

“What’s this?”

“Undead digimon, MadLeomon” V-mon explained, “I can handle it by myself”

“You kidding!? I won’t let you fight alone!”

“We’re here to rescue Wallace, not to pick a fight with a sentinel!”

“Sigh…” he couldn’t evolve his partner-in-crime right now…

“Why are you here?”

Wallace appeared behind MadLeomon, not amused by those two’s presence.

“We came to rescue you!” V-mon said.

“I don’t need to be rescued, go away.”

“W-wait!” the armored ‘digimon’ shouted, “You want to stay here!?”

“I don’t need to talk with you.”

“They’re using you, Wallace!”

“Leave me alone, Chocomon is gone! Gummymon is missing! And this is all YOUR fault!”

MadLeomon dashed through the corridor, trying to hit the two prey with their arms. V-mon and the incognito warrior avoided it by dodging to the edges of the field.

“They brainwashed him!” V-mon warned his companion.

“Oh really? Darn it, Wallace!”

“Brainwashed…? How can I be brainwashed if I wanted to be here!? They explained my role in this world, while you and your friends lied to me.”

“What the heck are you talking about!?” the duo dodged another blow, “Daisuke-kun and his friends did not lie to you! Their group found Gummymon, and they weren’t aware of such power!!”

Wallace’s eyes showed a spark of light to the mention of Gummymon.

“T-they… Found him?”

However, MadLeomon kept attacking their opponents with no mercy. And they didn’t attack back with the fear of hitting their friend.

“Chocomon might be gone! But we can find him” V-mon yelled, “Please, come with us!”

“I… I can’t!”

“Why!?”

“Gummymon might hate me now, he might think I abandoned him but, but…!!”

“He does not hate yo--” The armored ‘digimon’ dodged another attack but got hit by a second blow, “Khh!!”

“L-Lightnimo--”  by V-mon despair, he also got caught off guard and hit by MadLeomon’s punches. He flew away, collapsing on the ground next to ‘Lightnimon’.

“He… Stop, please! L-Let them talk, you don’t need to protect me anymore!!”

“Master’s orders is to not let you alone and fight anyone who dares to stay on your way.”

“Bu-but they’re not doing anything wrong, please stop!”

“My orders are to eliminate whoever steps in.”

“No, leave them alone! MY order is to you stop right now!” Wallace stared at the undead digimon, and the digimon somehow stopped.

“Master won’t like this…”

“Well? I’m YOUR master now, and I order you to leave them alone.”

“Yes, master Wallace…” MadLeomon stepped back, and then the boy ran to the other two on the floor.

“Please don’t die here… I would go with you but I can’t, I’ve been watched and this might not be good for either of us…”

“Ghn…” V-mon got up, and then the other very slowly.

“W-we... Can’t leave you h-here…!” the masked ‘digimon’ said.

“... I’m sorry it’s all my fault. It’s my fault that you got hurt…! It’s my fault that I got separated from Gummymon, it’s my fault that Chocomon egg didn’t hatch--”

“It’s not your fault!” he grabbed Wallace by his collar, “You got fooled and kidnapped, we couldn’t do anything to stop it before! Gummymon does not hate you, neither Daisuke-kun nor his friends!”

“We need to leave this place right now, Lightni” V-mon alerted his partner, “I feel something is coming…!”

“W-why are you talking funny?!” Wallace frowned, “That’s not like you…”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about!I don’t speak funny, that’s my way to be!”

“No really, you’re talking very funny, also what’s with that get up…? You wanted to be cool and save me like your beloved prince?” Wallace smirked.

“You idiot I’m not who you think I am!! I’m--”

“Quit babbling and let’s get outta here Lightni!!”

“R-right…! We will come back for you…!” He freed Wallace and ran after V-mon.

They jumped from the corridor’s window, and mysteriously V-mon evolved to a Fladramon with flaming wings sprouting from his back. Wallace watched them vanish in the horizon, as the other guards reached the floor they were on.

Filled with doubts, the boy couldn’t tell what was said by that mysterious knight.

Somehow, he felt that ‘digimon’ was familiar…

“What are you doing, Daisuke?” was all he could think about.

#arc 5: hinode [concept] #digimon adventure 02 #wallace digimon #wallsuke #walldai #wallace/daisuke

[aqricus]

i saw u mention armin before pls elaborate (no pressure) bc my dash has been pushing the armin agenda recently n i just. i want to be convinced he is v pretty. i can say that 👁️

IM SORRY I SAW THIS SO LATE I HOPE YOURE STILL OPEN TO THE ARMIN AGENDA BC HES SO SKCNDKDNSKSKAKC

tw: mental manipulation

he’s so pretty so pretty so pretty. he’s the one that would lean into your hands or idly rest one hand on your waist as you run your fingers through his soft hair or fix his bangs, depending on how tired he is. he’s got those rly pretty n clear blue eyes that imo would look sO good staring so attentively up at you from between your thighs or in the reflection of the mirror. but at the same time, they can kinda make you feel vulnerable too bc he’s smart. way too smart for his own good. he knows you just as well as you know yourself, and his eyes just kinda seem to cut all the way to your core. he sees right through you, through all the lies you tell both him and yourself.

he knOws what you need, and he can be manipulative about it too. lies to you about things that have yet to be done to save you the stress and exploits your trust in his disarming, sort of boyishly charming appearance to influence your brain with the right words and touches. you don’t have to think about anything right now, okay? he’ll make the decisions for you “until you’re ready.” you don’t have to do anything right now but let him handle everything. see, he just has the potential to be that invasive, borderline creepy, “gradually taking over your responsibilities before you realize it bc he likes you and wants to take care of you and it’s something he knows he can do for you without a doubt” type that i KNOW appeals to you.

LISTEN.

it would start out small, like gently guiding you off to the side before you can do some kind of physical labor so he can do it instead bc “you couldn’t have slept well last night with all the noise” and “you should rest.” tying your shoelaces or fixing your necklace or tightening the ribbon in your hair when it comes loose. volunteering to deliver news or information to you instead of someone else (so you become reliant on him). and when you start to catch on, it’s never as it seems, right? he’s too nice, he has your best interest at heart, he’s never done anything to make you distrust him. he’s probably right, you actually ARE tired or hungry or stressed out, so what’s the harm in letting him help you out? no one else has offered to help you like he has (also his doing, since he would volunteer himself before anyone could approach you). all of your concerns are so easily dismissed by that pretty smile, and the entire time, he’s got you precisely where he wants you.

#armin <3

[whats-wild-to-you]

The Chosen One (Jay Park fiction)

Chapter 18

The next day you slept in, putting your phone on silent. Although it was past 10am, your bedroom was dipped in darkness since you left the blinds closed. Occasionally your phone would light up the room for a few seconds.

You didn’t bother checking who was calling you. It could only be one person. The fact that Jay didn’t suddenly appear at your door worried you. He was not the kind of person to just accept a situation and move on. The way you saw this, he always argued about things until people gave in or until he changed their minds.

Does he have nothing to say to me?

Groaning, you turned your phone off and pulled the covers over your head. You deserved this day off. Tomorrow you would worry about what to do next.

Soo Min knocked at your door at exactly 2.56pm. She had just finished her early shift at the hospital and rushed over to you.

“I heard everything. How are you?” She hastily greeted you at the door, then squeezed past you, going straight to the kitchen.

“What? What exactly did you hear? And from whom?”

“Junwon. He texted me.” She said as a matter of fact, taking various things out of the fridge.

“What are you doing right now? Stop and look at me.”

“Soup.”

“Why? I’m not sick.”

“Worse. You’ve been fired!” She said in a hushed tone which made you chuckle.

“Did Junwon contact you?”

Soo Min just nodded while chopping vegetables.

“… and said what?” You raised your voice out of frustration. Sometimes your friend was really dense.

“Ah. He said that he ran into Jay and he looked disturbed and when Junwon asked him, Jay said that he had to lay you off.”

“Is that all?”

Soo Min nodded again, busying herself with some rice.

So Jay was disturbed? By my text? Serves him well!

“Junwon said he looked sad, and when he asked him why he fired you he just shrugged his shoulders. What could that mean?”

“That Jay is a stupid, arrogant a*shole!

The day my parent left, they stuck a note on the fridge. In it they mentioned Jay too. I shouldn’t be too harsh on him, he has good reasons for every thing he does.”

“Very ominous.”

“I don’t care. He fired me without any real reason. I don’t care about his motives and his secrets. And I’ve already told him.”

“You did? I see. Umm, damn! I forgot to buy herbs for the soup. Urgh! Silly me. I’ll just go to the store real quick, okay? I’ll be right back!”

Soo Min didn’t wait for a response from you, just grabbed her stuff and dashed out the door.

It took you minutes before you realized what she was blabbing on and on about.

“But I don’t even like herbs in my soup! Soo Min knows this.” You said to the empty room.

30 minutes later Soo Min was still MIA. Growing suspicious by the second, you quickly pulled out your phone and called Junwon. If something was up, you’d learn from him. Junwon was a terrible liar.

‘… hey V, sorry but I’m kinda busy right now.’

You knew he wasn’t in the studio because you could clearly hear background noises.

‘… I just need to ask you about something. It’ll only be a minute.’

‘… yeah, okay. But can I call you back later?’

Before you could answer, you heard a familiar voice in the background. It was Soo Min. You wondered what she was doing with Junwon and why she lied to you about going to the store.

‘… I gotta go. Bye.’

And with that he hung up and your suspicions grew even bigger. Someone was plotting something.

After Jay read your text early in the morning his mood rapidly dropped.

He was lashing out on people left and right. Even Junwon, who came to see him, couldn’t lift his spirits.

‘She’s just frustrated. She doesn’t mean it!’, he tried to reassure Jay. But he failed.

‘You already know, V doesn’t like being kept in the dark. Why didn’t you just tell her?’

Jay gave his friend the side eye and Junwon quickly fled.

Hours passed before Jay stepped out of his office. When he did, he bumped into Soo Min and Junwon who stood in front of his door, ready to knock.

“I’m not in the mood for chitchat!”

“You have to show me the text Ji Won sent you!”

“Why? So I can feel even more humiliated?”

“Please!” Soo Min said, stepping a little closer.

Junwon nodded behind her.

Sighing, Jay pulled out his phone and opened your message.

Soo Min took the phone carefully in her hands, attentively reading the message, making small noises throughout.

“Just as I imagined!”

“What?” Junwon asked hopeful.

“She’s definitely pissed. But more than that she’s hurt!” She clarified, directing her words at Jay.

“Ji Won really likes you. As a man, but first and foremost as a person. She trusted you, and had your back thinking you’d also have hers. She’s disappointed that you don’t seem to trust her enough to share that secret of yours! She already knows that Junwon and I are in on it. That makes it even worse. These words? They mean nothing. She blew off some steam, that’s all. But if you keep that mysterious façade up, you’re going to scare her away!”

“What do you suggest I should do?” Jay asked already knowing what Soo Min’s answer would be.

“Tell her the truth!”

Later that evening you were sprawled out on the couch, watching your favorite k-drama. You hadn’t heard back from either Junwon or Soo Min and that soup was still sitting on the stove, half done.

Since you were starving, you ordered in and were waiting for your fried chicken to arrive. When your doorbell rang, you jumped up in anticipation.

But when you opened the door, it wasn’t the delivery man standing in front of you. It was Jay.

You held your phone in your hand, and for a second you contemplated about throwing it at him. That same moment it vibrated. A new text from Junwon.

Jay’s on his way to you. Please let him in and hear him out.

Rolling your eyes, you stepped aside, allowing Jay to enter your home.

Without a word he held out his hand, offering you a large Manila envelope.

“What is that?”

“The answer to all your questions.” Jay said, then sat down on the couch.

Curiously, you ripped the envelope open and spilled out its content on the kitchen table.

“A police investigation?” You shrieked looking through the papers.

But as you read more, you slowly understood what this was all about.

“You were trying to get me my old job back?”

Jay nodded. “Sort of. I asked my lawyers and they thought the circumstances of your firing back then were a bit suspect.”

“It was a set up? They wanted to oust me and were just looking for a reason?”

“Maybe. So I put my best lawyers on the case. They found some irregularities so I contacted the police.”

“And?”

“Well, their investigation is not finished yet, but it looks like the hospital fired you without substantial evidence that it was your fault the patient died.”

“Why? Why did you do this?”

“I felt bad. I noticed you loved being a nurse and it bothered me to see you discouraged and miserable.”

“So I was a charity case!”

“No. Far from it! You’re really good at what you do at AOMG. Everyone knows that. But AOMG is not where you belong.”

“I don’t want to work in that hospital anymore!”

“You don’t have to. You can work in any hospital or medical center you want.”

“Can I continue working at AOMG?”

“No!”

“Give me one good reason why the hell not!”

“You just can’t!”

“Okay, then I’m going to remain unemployed and it’s gonna be your fault!”

“Vivian, I-”

“잠깐만! What did you show to my dad during dinner? You showed him this?”

“I thought he knew…”

New anger rose in you. While you were trying desperately to keep your troubles hidden from your parents, here was Jay announcing it to them even in writing.

“I can’t believe you! Go! Now!”

“Ji Won!”

“What? You got more to say? Well, I’m not interested in hearing more from you!” You were screaming now, unable to control your anger.

“Calm down. Please!”

“I don’t want to calm down! You got involved without my consent, and you fired me from a position I was really good at. I was a rockstar!”

Jay couldn’t help but chuckle, something that aggravated you even more.

“Tell me why I can’t work for AOMG?”

“It’ll look like nepotism.”

“Huh? What? How? We’re not related!”

Jay remained silent, just stared at you.

“Say it!”

“I want to date you. No! I want to be in a relationship with you!”

“And I want to win the lottery, but we can’t always have it our way.”

“See, I knew you’d be like this.”

“Excuse me for saying this, but you’re not used to the word ‘no’, right? Everything you want, you get, right?”

“You said you like me. I like you too. So that’s settled.”

“Just like that, huh? Everything is so easy with you! You really thought I’d date my boss? But then again, why wouldn’t you? You don’t really know me!”

“I know you! You’re stubborn.”

“I’m sorry for disliking it when people try to dictate my life!”

“You know what, we shouldn’t continue this. I’ll leave so you can cool down.” Jay said raising his arms in defense.

“Just so you know, I’m not going to change my mind!”

The next morning you summoned both, Junwon and Soo Min, to you place.

“You knew about this? And you didn’t say anything? You were supposed to be my friends!”

“You know Jay, if he really wan-” Junwon sighed but you caught him right off.

“Don’t give me that bs, I’m not his property! I decide who I date and where I work!”

“But isn’t it sweet? That he put his time and energy into solving this problem for you? It shows how much he cares about you!”

“It shows how much of a control freak he is! So you’re gonna be like this? Defending him? If that’s the case then you can both leave!”

“Ya! Kang Ji Won!”

“I said go!” You yelled, storming off to your bedroom. Soon after you heard the front door open and close again.

Seconds later tears fell from your eyes. These past few months had been a nightmare. First Jaehyun and now Jay. Whenever you thought your life was going well, everything went down the drain.

You never wanted to start a serious relationship with Jaehyun, because you were waiting for Jay to make a move. But Jay was hot one minute and ice cold the next. You never knew where you stood with him. Was he a concerned boss? A caring friend? Something more? He never made that clear to you.

And all of a sudden he said he wanted to be in a relationship with you? And you were supposed to do what? Jump up and down in joy?

Why did he not understand that he was confusing you?

Disheartened, you texted your parents. You knew you had to do something, something drastic. You couldn’t continue in this endless circle of uncertainty, misleading signals and rejection.

I’m coming home.

***

Chapter 19

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D.E.A.N | Chapter 13 - Support

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A/N I had major and extended writer’s block and I’ve been busy with my work (I’ve only been working at my place now in like, less than three months. I still need to train and learn not to mess up, which I almost did, majorly ;______;) so I’m really sorry that it’s been such a long time since the last update.

It’s kinda unedited and I’m not sure the chapter is gonna stay like this permanently. I think I will change up some things later to make it more up to my usual standard. Still, I hope it satisfies your yearning for Nick feeling happy and being comforted lol (if you do, of course, but I feel like not a lot of people care about this fic. Oh well, you write for yourself, right?)

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Wordcount: ± 5599 [longest and most indulgent chapter to date lol, literally the beach episode of this novel]

TW: Depressive Episode, Anorexia (low appetite)

Mark’s team isn’t quite sure that he is completely logical in his actions, but he doesn’t really care as long as their charge is happy.

This story is set in the last half of 2016.

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Unfortunately, almost like a clockwork, Nick still gets sad, randomly cries, or has that thousand-yard stare again anyway despite the birthday celebration. Sometimes, he still has to be cajoled into eating or getting up once in a while. They are still worried, of course, but not too worried as he gets enough sustenance anyway for now.

Not Mark, though.

Mark is extremely worried and looks at the surveillance monitor many times, seeing what Nick is doing and gauging his mental state through his appearance from the live feed. He throws a look at the monitor quite often while in briefing or planning session in the team room, to the point that sometimes Luke or Horace has to snap their fingers in his face to return his focus on the discussion.

So, one day when he is driving with Lena to the team’s drop point manned by a confidential double FBI/D.E.A.N agent to get their usual supplies, Mark suddenly pulls over.

“What the hell, Mark? We aren’t there yet,” Lena asks with puzzled look.

“Yeah, I know, just stay here,” he absently and hurriedly says as he unbuckles his seatbelt and opens the driver side door.

He goes around the car and opens the door to the back passenger seats, frantically upturning so many items and tools with Lena looking back still as confused as ever. Finally, he pulls up a square fabric with two-feet-by-two-feet size which is quite soft. He doesn’t know who put it there, what’s it for, or whose fabric it is. He doesn’t care as he closes the door again and immediately makes a dash for the side of the road opposite of where their car is.

With the car closed, Lena can’t really hear what’s going on, and that is perfect for Mark. He has been carefully looking around the road so far hoping to find what he needs to find, and he finally does. From a small ratty cardboard box tipped to its side, he sees a small bundle of black fuzzy ball with two floating blue orbs on its front.

As he steps closer to the cardboard box, the fuzzball shows another circle below the other two, and from it he hears tiny but high-pitched repeated meows signaling its opened baby mouth.

“Hello,” Mark says automatically with a baby voice as he scoops up the kitten into the fabric and wraps the teeny creature gently in it.

He thought he was going to have to settle with randomly colored cats before, but he guesses the universe is truly telling him that this is the right thing to do with the perfect cat exactly how Nick likes it according to his social media.

“You’re gonna have a new home, kitty,” he says while cradling the kitten near his mouth before giving it a soft peck on its tiny forehead. He is usually a dog person, having a husky when growing up and training German shepherds when he was in federal police academy. This one can be an exception, though.

The cat immediately stops meowing, almost like it finally realizes it’s going to be okay and no longer needs to ask for help or protector anymore. Mark then looks at both sides of the road before jogging again to the car.

Right when he opens the car door again, he hears, “Mark, what the hell are you thinking? They’re going to kick your ass!” from Lena.

“Well, then don’t tell them,” Mark says, pulling the seatbelt then buckling it, then he hands the fuzzball to Lena’s lap without asking. “Hold on to the cat, okay? We don’t have pet carrier yet.”

Lena just looks at him with confused look, but heeds to it anyway.

They continue their journey, bringing the supplies from the drop point into the car, but unlike usual, they make a detour (exactly like when he and Luke went to a pastries store) to the nearest pet shop and vet office to buy tons of wet cat food, kitten formula, needleless tiny syringes for feeding, a litter box, an organic litter bag weighing almost 40 pounds, litter box linings, some dewormer and flea bath soap from the vet, and collapsible pet carrier.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea?” Lena asks again.

“Well, do you hate the cat?” Mark asks them as Lena is cradling the kitten carefully, showing that even they already feel protective over the baby feline.

“No, but—”

“Well, then don’t say anything to them and everything would be fine,” he grins.

Lena just shakes their head, but finally stays silent.

When they both arrive back at the headquarter, Mark shushes Lena and tells them to stay in the car for a little bit.

He darts to the monitor of the surveillance to Nick’s bedroom, making sure that the team room is empty. Then he tinkers with the connection, disabling it so that they can’t really see what’s going on in Nick’s bedroom. Mark doesn’t completely severe the connection, though, choosing to freeze the frame to that of Nick laying down on his side like usual, which is another perfect coincidence that convinces him he is absolutely supposed to do this.

He comes back again into the car and carries the items, both the cat care items and their D.E.A.N supplies, choosing to bring some pet care items together with the supplies repeatedly so that nobody suspects a thing seeing their usual supplies in both Lena and Mark’s holds while the pet care items are hidden behind it.

He feels slight nervous sweat rolling down his temple as he moves with a little more urgency than normal, eyes flitting around to his surrounding to see if anyone is around.

Finally, all of the team supply is put in the storage and training room. Now what he needs to do is to transfer all the pet care items little by little to Nick’s room. Easy.

Maybe.

As a way to disguise the items, he pulls out some trash bags and wrap those items with the plastics.

“What on earth are you doing?” Lena asks again in puzzlement and slight irritation, still cradling the kitten.

“I’m making sure they don’t see what’s inside,” he replies distractedly, beginning to wrap some cat food cans and package of kitten formula and carrying them out to Nick’s bedroom.

He knocks a little, before opening the door anyway.

Nick is fiddling with his fingers with tear streaks on his face.

Mark feels that heart clenching sensation again. Thankfully, he now has just what Nick needs to feel better.

“Be quiet, Nicky, okay?” he tells Nick when the heterochromatic-eyed boy looks up at him.

“Um, okay,” Nick responds, sounding more like a question.

Mark then gently put down the items in his arms before smiling meaningfully at Nick and putting his index finger in front of his lips. He gets out again.

“What am I supposed to do with the cat?” Lena asks him again as he reappears in the training room.

“Just… hold on to it a little,” he says, continuing to wrap cat care items in trash bag and bringing them back to Nick’s bedroom.

He has to make quite the journey back and forth between the training room and Nicky’s bedroom, until at last he has to bring the giant bag full of litter that he has to cover up more carefully.

“What is going on?” Nick now asks him.

Mark smiles wide with triumphant feeling, seeing as he has been successful in transferring all of the pet care items without detection.

“Just wait,” he tells Nick excitedly.

Mark gets out again to fetch Lena.

“Come on, we’ll reveal it to him now,” Mark says finally, earning a head shaking from Lena. Even so, there is slight smile on their face.

They both walk slowly, carefully looking at the coast to make sure it’s clear. Mark’s smile is getting wider and wider despite his thundering heartbeat due to his stealthy move.

Once on the door of Nicky’s bedroom, he slowly opens it with the cat still cradled by Lena, then they both go in. Mark closes the door quietly, thinking that it’s probably an overkill now as both Lena and he are already safely inside.

“All right, be quiet, okay?” he tells Nick before pulling Lena and getting them to sit at the edge of Nick’s bed. Lena then pulls away one of their hands and lifts up the flap of the fabric still covering the kitten.

At the sight of the tiny kitten, Nick immediately widens his eyes and opens his mouth. Mark shushes him to remind him again.

“A kitten?” Nick whispers excitedly.

“Here,” Lena carries the kitten from their arm and puts it into Nick’s arm instead.

Nick is smiling so wide, still speechless.

“Oh my god!” he whispers again, finally finding his voice.

Nick looks up at Mark with such a happy and grateful look, his colorful eyes looking slightly glassy. He immediately chokes out sobs, but Mark can tell it’s happy tears this time.

“I’ve always wanted a cat. Thank you!”

He cradles the kitten still, one arm going to his eyes to erase his tears as he continues to sob in delight.

“No problem,” Mark replies with his own beaming smile, feeling his heart swelling in happiness at Nick’s joyful face. “It’s thanks to Lena too.”

The aforementioned agent smiles affectionally too at Nick.

“Thank you so much, both of you,” he says tearfully as he keeps cradling the kitten and kissing the top of its tiny head. The kitten starts meowing again, now moving out of the fabric to headbutt Nick’s cheek.

Nick giggles as a response.

God, Mark has never been this happy seeing another person’s smile.

“Um, what on earth?” they hear a feminine voice suddenly behind them.

Oh, shit.

Both Lena and Mark turn around to face whoever is standing there. They see Mary looking confused.

“Mary, I can… I can explain. Just, shhh.”

Mark frantically stands up and pulls Mary’s hand to completely enter the room.

“I was checking the surveillance and it looks tempered. Was that you?” Mary hisses accusingly at Mark.

“Yes, look, just don’t say anything, please, can you look at his face and has the heart to take the cat away?” Mark whispers while gesturing at Nick who is cradling the cat even deeper into his arm with devastated look.

“Look, I don’t mind cat—actually it’s kinda cute, where did you get it?—anyway, no, that’s not my decision. The others are going to kill you,” Mary says distractedly as she tries to steal a look at the hidden cat.

“Well, what they don’t know can’t hurt them, right?”

Eventually, three of them agree to keep Nick’s kitten a secret, and Nick is ecstatic. He is so dedicated to the cat, immediately taking the kitten to his bathroom and filling the sink with water and pouring some flea bath soap.

“She needs to be bathed to get rid of the flea immediately. Otherwise, she is not going to survive the anemia from the parasite,” Nick says distractedly at Mark’s questioning gaze, “At around three-four weeks like this, anemia can be deadly.”

“She?” Mark questions, feeling amazed that Nick apparently knows enough to even gauge the kitten’s age.

“Yeah, see?” Nick carries the kitten and shows its butt with the tail pulled up to Mark while Mark is still confused about what he should be seeing, “That’s female.”

Nick then continues lowering the warm tiny fuzzball to the sink.

“Is she gonna be okay bathed like that while that young?” Lena asks this time.

“Yeah, as long as it’s warm and she is only bathed below the face as needed and immediately taken out of the water once it’s done,” he says with a spirited and wide smile.

He then purses his lips while talking in baby voice when the kitten starts meow-screaming again.

“Can I get some plastic comb, with, like small teeth?” Nick asks again as his hands are busy cupping water and pouring it gently to the kitten, once in a while also gently rubbing the tiny face with his thumb.

“Um, for what?” Mark asks, still confused about all the treatments that Nick is doing for the kitten. He seems way too experienced and educated to have this as his first pet.

“For the flea,” Nick focuses back to the kitten. “After the bath, I still need to comb her to get rid of the remaining flea that are still on her skin.”

Oh, okay. That makes sense. Kind of.

“Maybe I have some in my room. I’ll go get it later.”

All three of them just watch Nick in wonder as he moves about swiftly but carefully to take care of the tiny creature, up until Nick looks back at Mark with pointed look.

“Oh, yeah. The comb. Wait.”

As Nick dabs the kitten slowly with his own clothes that he takes from the drawer, Mark rises up and walks out to his own bedroom to grab the aforementioned item.

Once he is back, he sees Lena, Mary, and Nick cooing at the shaky kitten as it—she—walks around on Nick’s bed.

“Here,” he reaches out a hand to give the comb to Nick.

“Thanks,” Nick replies, giving wide-toothed smile at Mark that causes that weird jolt in his heart again.

Whatever. It’s nothing.

Once the other two agents leave after having enough cooing, Mark decides to rise to walk out to give Nick time alone with his new pet.

“Mark?”

He turns before he opens the door.

“Yeah?”

Nick is seemingly hesitating, so Mark walks back to sit on the bed to wait for whatever he is about to say. Nick takes a while to look at him, choosing to continue cradling the kitten and petting her.

“Um, I’m gonna need some more things for her. Is that okay?”

Mark furrows his eyebrows as he throws a look at the mount of cat stuff he bought already.

“I’ll need some tape and cardboard boxes or stiff plastic covering.”

Mark is still trying to process his request.

“For her playpen,” Nick tells him at Mark’s puzzled look, “since you didn’t buy one for her. I’m gonna make one.”

Mark thinks it might make sense, but not really. So he just says, “Well, we have to wait until the night so no one is gonna be suspicious.”

“Okay,” he replies with slight smile.

He stays a bit just looking at Nick with the cat that he is already glued to.

“I’ll help you get those stuff tonight,” he finally says.

As promised, Mark walks back into Nick’s room at night sneakily, to go with Nick around the headquarter for the items he asked before.

They find some in the artillery room where they see some plastic covering around seven or so feet in length and half a meter in width. It’s usually used for some makeshift storage box or other tool they might need to DIY, so Nick and Mark only take one sheet to avoid suspicion if someone is doing logistic of their supplies. Along that, they also find some duct tape, then they immediately go to Nick’s bedroom again.

“Help me make a circle?” Nick asks, now that Mark is the only one left to help him after Mary and Lena decided to do their own stuff.

So, Mark does, crouching with Nick while holding both ends of the plastic covering together to make a tall circle cage. After that, Nick pulls the duct tape out and sticks it to the slit made by the ends of the plastic.

Mark absently notes that Nick is warm as he gets close to stick the tape, hands also touching slightly. Not too warm like when he was badly sick, but warm enough that he feels the pull to…

Jesus, he probably needs to hook up with someone to get it out of his system.

After Nick goes around up and down the ends of the plastic with the tape until it has three or so layers, he shreds the end of the tape with his left hand to cut it.

Huh.

He’s been doing things with his left hand for some time. Mark has just noticed it now. Is he left-handed?

Nick then pulls back while sitting on the soles of his feet with a satisfied smile, seemingly not aware at all of Mark’s jumbled emotions and wandering thoughts.

“Now all we have to do is cover the bottom with the lining pads and some clothes so that she is warm,” he tells Mark.

“Why don’t you just sleep with her on the bed so that you can warm her yourself?”

Nick frowns slightly. “I don’t want to squish her.”

“Oh, okay.”

Nick grabs the kitten gently while wrapping her with the clothes before and put her down in her playpen. It’s pretty tall and the kitten is very young, so there is no chance of her escaping.

“Do you have alarm clock?” Nick asks again as he is looking at the small feline, softly petting her with just three fingers but already covering her tiny head.

“It’s not done yet?” Mark questions, taking inventory of all the things they’ve been doing for the tiny creature. He thought cats are not that high-maintenance compared to dogs.

“Yeah, she is still so small. I have to give her formula every two hours and maybe rub her to warm her up. I also need to stimulate her tummy and butt area so that she pees and poops,” Nick explains to increasingly confused-looking Mark, “because kittens this young can’t do that on their own. Usually, their mothers lick them on that area, but since she is a rescue orphan, I have to do it for her.”

Was he preparing to be veterinarian before getting kidnapped or something?

“You know an awful lot,” Mark finally remarks in wonder.

Nick looks at him with a joyful smile. “I’ve been preparing my whole life for this.”

Mark smiles softly. “Good to know she’s in good hands, then.”

He chuckles a little after some time, causing Nick to look at him weirdly.

“You’re not gonna ask for a puppy next, are you?”

Nick giggles too. “No, don’t worry. I’m not about to build an animal shelter here.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” Mark exaggeratedly says.

“Besides, I only like dogs in theory,” Nick explains casually with a slight smile, “like thinking that snow leopards or tigers are beautiful or adorable when they act like house cats or something,” he pauses shortly, “but you won’t actually pet them and hug them in real life. It’s terrifying as hell.”

Mark giggles again, understanding and in agreement with Nick’s explanation.

“So, you’re actually afraid of dogs?”

Nick hums as a reply and adds, “Guess I’m fully a cat person.”

“That makes sense,” Mark comments absently.

When Mark turns to Nick again, he furrows his eyebrows.

There is something forlorn in the younger man’s eyes. He decides to wait if Nick still has some words to part on Mark, but Nick doesn’t continue.

“Is there another reason?” Mark asks hesitantly.

Nick takes a while before answering.

“I guess,” Nick frowns. “They can be trained to hurt others, not like cats, you know?”

As a federally trained personnel of militarized police, Mark understands it perfectly well since he himself has trained with dogs that are honed to hunt and attack criminal targets. He doesn’t think that’s what Nick means, though.

He doesn’t dare to ask just in case that’s too personal and sore spot of a topic, so, instead, Mark continues to stare at the sleeping fuzzball with Nick in peace and camaraderie, somewhat.

“I’ll get you that alarm,” Mark finally says before rising to go to his own room.

His circadian rhythm is already pretty reliable anyway, so his own alarm is a formality at this point. He doesn’t mind giving it to Nick.

So he rises and walks out of Nick’s room into his own, grabbing the aforementioned item from his bedside table.

“You sure you’re okay with waking up every two hours?” Mark asks anyway as he hands the small digital alarm to Nick once he is back to Nick’s room.

“It’s fine,” Nick says still with a smile, although there is something mournful in his face, “I’m used to waking up randomly at night anyway.”

Mark considers Nick’s words with puzzled feeling, staring at the heterochromatic-eyed boy while Nick crosses his arms over the plastic covering, looking affectionately at the kitten. When he realizes what Nick means, he widens his eyes before looking sadly at the black-haired boy.

Of course, Nick gets up randomly at night, even after he’s out of the holding cell. He probably has routine nightmares all these times still.

Mark feels that heart-string tugging feeling again, so he sits down next to Nick with crossed legs.

“Maybe after this, you’ll have calmer sleeps.”

Nick turns to him and smiles, even if it doesn’t reach his eyes. It’s probably going to take a long time to stop getting traumatizing nightmares after all of his experience in Helga.

And in this headquarter in the beginning. Especially after that time when Mark’s palm was squeezing the life out of Nick.

That nausea and guilt come back again in droves into Mark’s heavy conscience.

“Hopefully. Maybe,” Nick responds with small voice.

He hopes so too.

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They maintain the schedule from then on to take care of the cat and watch her along with Lena and Mary who keep gushing about how adorable the fuzzball is, careful to lower their voices so that no one suspects a thing.

Not for long, though.

At one point, after Mark quietly and carefully closes the door behind him where Nick is sleeping soundly on the other side—Mark now takes some turns to feed the kitten and rubs her belly so that Nick can continue resting when he looks too tired—he finds Horace standing right in front of the door.

Mark jolts up slightly in surprise, not expecting anyone to be there.

“What,” his commanding officer punctuates, “is going on?”

Mark gulps at Horace’s suspicious look and furrowed eyebrows.

“Nothing. I’m just trying to see how he is doing,” he lies.

Well, not completely.

He does come in to see if Nick is okay, and takes over his usual responsibility to care for the kitten when Mark deems him too exhausted-looking in his sleep so that Nick doesn’t have to wake up. Nick doesn’t ask for that, really. Mark just sometimes worries for the skinny heterochromatic-eyed boy.

It's just guilt and sense of responsibility. He’s sure.

“Why are you in his room for so long? What are you doing there?” Horace pointedly asks again.

“Nothing. I talk to him, so that he doesn’t get depressed again.”

Horace narrows his eyes even more, then he points at the monitor that usually displays live feed to Nick’s bedroom.

“Doesn’t look like it,” Horace says, continuing before Mark manages to reply and lie his way out. “It also doesn’t look like the live feed is moving at all. Care to explain?”

Shit. He forgot.

“Look, Horace,” he says slowly to give himself time to come up with a lie, “he is… he is not suspicious anymore, right? Like, he’s cordial with us now. Why do we keep surveilling him? It’s just gonna make him feel trapped and alienated. He needs privacy.”

“And you didn’t think to discuss it with your commanding officer?” Horace asks almost in anger, probably sick of his subordinates not treating him like their leader for so long.

“I’m truly sorry. Next time, I will discuss it with you.”

Horace continues to look up at his eyes with suspicious look.

“There is something else, isn’t there?”

“No,” Mark replies too quickly.

“If I continue the live feed, what am I gonna see?”

Shit. Shit, shit.

“Nothing, just him, resting. That’s all.”

Oh, fuck. He’s going to get busted.

“What,” Horace punctuates again, now that the other agents are starting to gather in the team room for their usual briefing, “is in there, Marcus?”

“I told you. Nothing.”

Shit. He should have just turned off the monitor and told Horace immediately instead of letting the frame frozen suspiciously.

Horace turns around, seemingly about to drop the subject in surrender, but then he looks at Mary and Lena’s expressions. They are pointedly looking away, biting their lips with eyes flitting about between a random wall and Horace.

“What is in there? I don’t want to repeat myself,” the commanding officer now looks at three of them.

None of them talks, and Mark looks meaningfully at the other two so that they don’t fold.

He sees Lena biting their lips even harder while looking down. Mark widens his eyes meaningfully and mouthing ‘no’ surreptitiously.

“Why, no, Ken doll?” Angie now asks him pointedly as she notices his lips movement, also with suspicious look.

In any other times, Mark would roll his eyes and tell them he doesn’t appreciate the new nickname, but he is now too focused on trying to lie his way out.

Luke, too, now narrows his eyes and parts his lips slightly, then he finally says, “Why did I see a sack with a cat picture on it few days ago on our trash?”

Oh, fuck. He’s fucking busted.

Lena and Mary look down while sweat starts to flow from Mark’s temple.

Horace immediately turns to him again with an angry look.

“Don’t fucking tell me—”

Horace then puts his palm against his face in frustration.

“Look, it’s his idea, okay?” Lena finally folds.

Mark immediate opens his mouth in shock at their betrayal.

“He just pulled over and grabbed the kitten, and I wasn’t asked for my opinion or anything. So, I was so confused and just carried the cat back,” Lena tells the team fast and nervously.

“Lena!” he yells in disbelief.

Don perks up in anger. “You brought a fucking cat?”

Mark opens and closes his mouth like a fucking goldfish stupidly, then finally raises his arms in surrender, “She’s gonna stay in his room. She’s not gonna bother us. I promise.”

Anna now bristles. “What the fuck is wrong with you? It’s a special task force headquarter, not a fucking humane society shelter!”

George buries his face in his palm. “I thought you guys know I’m afraid of cats.”

“I told you, she’s gonna stay in his room. Don’t worry about it,” Mark explains frantically now that everyone is looking at him pointedly while his traitors are looking down demurely.

“Do you want to sleep with him that badly, Marcus?” Angie yells incredulously.

“If you’re really so blue-balled, I’ll get you a fucking male prostitute. It’s Nevada, it’s not gonna be too hard to find one,” Horace tells him with tight voice.

Luke and Anderson just snicker on their seats.

“That’s not what I—” he looks around at everyone’s meaningful stares at him.

“I do not have crush on him.”

“You brought a cat for him because he likes cats,” Luke says lightly with smirk.

“I don’t!” Mark yells incredulously this time. “I just think he is still too depressed, and cats are not that high-maintenance!”

Obviously not really, considering he and Nick have been taking turn to care for the kitten. But they don’t need to know that.

“Then, give him some macarons that won’t shit on the litter box that we have to clean every day, you fucking idiot!” Anna yells again at him this time.

“It’s just a cat! It’s not that bad!” he defends himself again. “Mary! You were on our side. You like the cat too. Do you have crush on Nick?”

Mary just looks at him irritably while opening and closing her mouth without actual meaningful defense of her own.

“You’re the one who took the cat, Mark,” Anderson now tells him with another snicker.

He opens his mouth again to defend himself more, but he just looks around in disbelief at everyone’s pointed look, some in disappointment and others in amusement.

“I do not have crush on him, Jesus, guys. There are other men in here, and do I have crush on any of you?”

Everyone still stays silent with more pointed looks.

“Look, there is Luke. Everyone knows he is pretty handsome and is like the slimmer version of Idris Elba. Do I have crush on him?” he looks around at everyone before continuing himself, “No.”

Luke jokingly says, “Awh. Damn.”

“Sorry, you’re not my type,” he absently says before talking again. “And Horace? I don’t have crush on him either.”

“Yeah, because that would be unethical since I’m your leader,” Horace responds irritably.

“Whatever,” he absently says again to look at someone else. “And George? He’s pretty with bubble butt which is the type of guys I go for.”

“Can you not objectify me, please?” George says with annoyed but small voice.

Mark ignores him. “Do I have crush on him? No, again! Or Anderson? Or Don?”

Both aforementioned men immediately interject, “Oh you better fucking not!”

“Don’t worry. I like guys with asshole, not guys who are asshole.”

Anna and Angie still shake their heads while Horace rubs the bridge of his nose.

“I just don’t want him to get depressed and starve himself again. I thought you guys want him to be our informant.”

Angie straightens up in frustration. “This goes beyond making him our informant. And you know that.”

Mark looks around and feels so offended as everyone still gives him meaningful stare.

Sensing the tension in the room, Luke finally gestures around. “Look, I don’t really mind the cat, to be honest. If he can take care of it—”

“Her,” Mark interrupts, immediately regretting it as the others look at him meaningfully again.

“—well, her. Then it’s okay, I guess. It’s not like we’re letting him keep a C4 or something.”

Anderson nods a little while still smirking at Mark. “Yeah, me too. Maybe the cat can be our emotional support animal, you know? Since being D.E.A.N is kinda stressful.”

“Thank you, Anderson,” Mark says pointedly before staring at everyone again.

“Yeah. Besides It’s kinda mean to take away the cat now since Nick has put a lot of days and work into caring for her,” Mary finally contributes as she fiddles with her fingers.

“Honestly, I won’t have a heart to take her away. He looks really sad when I said we need to get rid of the cat at first,” Lena offers too.

Horace looks around to his subordinates then sighs before walking to a seat to ponder a little. After a while, he inhales heavily with almost surrendered look.

“Show of hands for the ones who want the cat to go.”

Angie, Anna, Don, George, and Horace himself raise their hands.

“Now show of hands for those who want the cat to stay.”

Mark immediately raises his hand. Thankfully, Lena, Mary, Luke, and Anderson follow suit by slowly raising their own hands.

“So it’s a tie,” Horace finally says exhaustedly.

“We can ask him as the tie-breaker,” Mark says absently.

“Of course, he’s gonna say yes, Mark!” Horace yells at him.

Anna stands up with angry look as she says, “It’s a cat, Horace. They jump up around and scratch shit. What if she scratches some explo—”

The door behind Mark immediately creaks open slowly. From the inside, Nick comes out while cradling the kitten protectively with really sad eyes.

“You guys are gonna get rid of Nightingale?” he says in trembling, almost tearful voice.

“Oh no, he named the cat,” George mutters dejectedly.

“Where is she gonna go?” Nick continues, now even closer to crying.

Horace looks at Nick’s face, contemplating as he opens and closes his mouth again. Beside him, Angie’s expression changes from angry to soft look.

“Helga never let me keep a pet,” Nick says again, completely trembling as his heterochromatic eyes get glassy.

“Don’t you fucking pull the Helga card,” Anna says angrily.

Still, Don and Anna look around, finally noticing that even Horace and Angie’s faces are starting to look sympathetic.

“Angie, Horace. Don’t you fucking dare flip on us,” Don says tightly.

Horace exhales deeply, closing his eyes a little, then he stares at Nick again.

“Can you,” Horace sighs again, “even take care of a cat?”

Nick’s face lights up. “Yeah, absolutely! I’ve been volunteering in TNR groups and shelter’s fostering system—not in my house, of course, but in the other volunteers’ houses or the kittens’ room in the shelter itself. I’ve been reading a lot of cat books because I was planning to get a cat in college. I promise I’ll take care of Nightingale and make sure she doesn’t disturb any of you!”

Horace considers Nick’s words, visibly softening as he looks at how tightly and carefully Nick is cradling Nightingale—Mark didn’t even know he named her already. The tiny kitten is his arms while being a ‘purrito’, as Nick calls it when she is wrapped in her tiny blanket.

Finally, Horace sighs again, darting a look at Angie who also returns the sympathetic eyes

“I guess,” he says almost tiredly, “if you can take care of her,” he then shrugs languidly, now with Don and Anna glaring at him.

“She can stay.”

Don and Anna immediately yell, “HORACE, NO!”

On the corner of the room, George buries his face again in his palms in defeat.

Mark immediately turns around to Nick with victorious grin. Nick smiles back before looking at the other agents in deep gratitude.

“Thank you so much! I won’t burden any of you, I promise!”

And so, Nightingale becomes the newest addition to the team.

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