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l0serloki · 4 months

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Can i ask for a chamber nsfw where he catches the reader pleasing herself to him-- i'm so sorry m having- such bad chamber brainrot🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

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Chamber x Reader

Chamber finds you avoiding him and tries to find out why. Only to see something very scandalous..

CW : SMUT, f!reader, chamber masturbating/watching without reader knowing (for a bit), oral (m!receiving), exhibitionism (?)

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When you had joined the protocol you thought it would be more like an army. A job. But it turns out, it was more like a small family. You were all always around eachother and picked up on how everyone liked things. And as much as you liked that, it was also an issue.

The issue being the hot Frenchman who everyone seemed to ignore. You had grown quite close with him, being the agent right before him to join. A lot of others had joined after but it was obvious that you two were a duo - like Phoenix and Jett. It was great but now it wasn’t. For one simple reason.

You liked Chamber.

God. You didn’t know how to stop the feelings and each day was torture as he came in. Rubbing your shoulder and telling you about his guns. His stupidly attractive voice whispering nonsense out as you tried to control your damn heart.

“Are you listening, Y/N? Would you like me to make you one?” Chamber’s fingers tapped at the table in front of you and you snapped out of your daze. You coughed awkwardly as you shook your head. Your eyes couldn’t help but notice the veins protruding from his nice shirt and underneath his watch..

“Uh.. That’s okay Vin.” You waved his offer away and he sighed.

“I don’t offer that for just anyone. I think building you a new gun might be beneficial-“ He continued, his fingers digging into the wooden surface, his arms practically begging for attention.

You stood up rapidly and mumbled out a quick apology.

“We can talk about this later! I-I just realized there’s something I didn’t finish!”

Your body quickly made its way to your room, shutting the door with extreme speed. You laid down in your bed thinking about ways to deal with this annoying crush on the Frenchman.

You could just tell him.. No. Why in the world would you do that?! You were his only friend in this place. And if it got awkward and you couldn’t see his cute face. Seeing his eyes light up with excitement over his guns or his new little hobbies. Bringing you food and sweets to see your reaction. The soft touches and care he gives you.

You had to do something. At least to calm yourself in this moment. Your hand traveled down your body and under your pants as you imagined Chambers face. It was wrong to do this. But you couldn’t stop yourself.

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Chamber had not expected such a reaction from you. He had just offered to build you a gun? Maybe he had finally hit the line of where you were uncomfortable with him? Maybe his affection was too much?

“Wait..!” He yelled out but you were already half way down the hall. He debated following after you but he decided to give you a bit of time. He finished up his coffee and got up, making his way over to your door. His hand balled into a fist as he went to knock and instead stopped. There was mumbled noises coming through the door that he couldn’t place. Were you crying?

He knew it wasn’t right to enter before knocking but he did anyway. His hand pushed open the door just a smidge as he surveyed the room. His eyes widened as the sounds got clearer and the view was quite different. His pants suddenly felt very tight as he watched you work open your cunt, his name falling off your lips perfectly.

“Vincent..” You cried out and he pushed his face against the door frame. He wanted to say something but then he would be a creep, no? Either way his options weren’t the best and part of him wanted to continue watching your little show. His hands worked at the zipper of his slacks as he pulled out his hard on, watching as you added another finger.

“Good girl..” His voice all but whispered as he began to palm himself in motion with you. His pace got faster as he watched you work yourself open with precision. You were so beautiful, falling apart just for him.

“Mm..” You moaned out as you got close and Chamber’s eyes didn’t blink once. He needed to see your face as you came apart.

“Vincent!” You cried out as you spasmed and his fist got tighter as he jizzed over himself. He quickly grabbed at his handkerchief and cleaned off his hand before silently pulling your door back shut. It wouldn’t hurt for you to not know about his check-ins on you, right?

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This happened going on two weeks now. He got down a pattern of what to say to tease you into leaving quickly. He would stand and watch and feel disgusted with himself but he couldn’t stop. He needed to watch you fuck yourself, it was for him after all.

But today was not like the usual. The moment he peeked through the door you were in your desk chair and not your bed. Your pussy on full view for him as you began your motions. He could feel himself throb at the sight alone. It was more dangerous this way, if you even happened to look up you would see him standing there touching himself to you. And you would hate him. But he still went ahead with it.

“Oh Vincent…” Your head fell back in the chair as your pace was slower. More gentle. Your fingers opened yourself up to his view and he could feel himself growing closer just from that alone. You were so wet. And twitching just for him. He could only imagine putting his cock between your sweet folds.

“Keep going darling.” His voice barely even whispered as you continued. You both lasted a few minutes, teasing your bodies till you both were on the edge. He was seconds away from cumming when he heard you.

“C-come fuck me now. Stop watching.” Your eyes met his through the door as you pleaded and his body stopped. He couldn’t even move as he realized. You knew and you wanted him to watch.

“Naughty girl. You knew.” Chamber enters your room, his cock still in hand as he shuts your bedroom door. “My dick isn’t going to suck itself princess.” He tuts and you can only roll your eyes as you walk over to him.

You slowly fall on your knees as you keep eye contact. He only grins as he taps your lips with his cock.

“Go on. Taste what you’ve been wanting.”

Your lips slowly wrap around the angry tip, his precum filling your senses. You could only moan as you feel his hands grip at your hair, trying to pull you down.

“So demanding.” You choke out and he only groans.

“You like it. So take my cock like the good girl you are.” His voice is hoarse as your hand massages his balls, slipping your tongue up and down the shaft.

“And if I don’t?” You tease and his eyes narrow.

“If you don’t I will walk out and never fuck you darling. That is a promise.”

You knew he was dead serious with his tone so you got to work. He was right, you did like it and you wanted him. You had wanted him going on weeks now. Watching his careful eyes through the crevice of the door as you fucked yourself. It drove you mad.

“Mmm that’s it.” Chamber grunted as your mouth went up and down on his cock. Drool spilled past your lips as your nose brushed the small hairs around his base. Your hands gripped at the back of his legs as he fucked your face.

It only took a bit before he was spilling his hot load down your throat, moans leaving his lips. He was quick to recover, looking down on you with a wicked grin.

“It’s time I give you what you want, no?” Chamber gripped you up, wrapping one of his arms around your waist. His cock teased through your folds as your breaths became staggered.

Finally.

He wasted no time to push himself into your wet cavern, letting himself indulge in what he had been watching for weeks.

“You’re so tight mon amour.. Please.” He choked out as he feels your cunt gripping against him. You try to relax as he takes his sweet time with a few tester thrusts. Ultimately Chamber couldn’t take it and began a rough pace.

“Vincent..” Your voice cracks as you feel him everywhere. His hand holding you in place as his other one kneads at your tits.

“I know. I’m almost there too.” He coos into your ear as his pace gets erratic. You can feel yourself teetering on the edge. All of those weeks of teasing had been worth it just for this one moment alone.

“Vincent m’ cumming!” You cry out as you clamp down on him. Moans echo across the room as he joins you in euphoria.

He falls onto the bed with you, staring over with a little smile. You can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

“So you like me too?” You say and he rolls his eyes.

“Where did you get that idea from mon cœur?” His voice is sarcastic as he moves a strand of hair away from your face. You only snort as you cuddle up against him.

“You’re mine now.” You demand and he only hums.

“All yours."

#valorant #chamber #valorant imagines #chamber x reader #valorant chamber #chamber valorant #chamber x reader smut #chamber smut #vincent fabron x reader #vincent fabron #valorant smut

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afra-blueraz · 2 months

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🦋 Admin Afra talks:

I wanna recommend an anime to you to make you smile from the bottom of your heart. I watched ( Buddy Daddies ) anime yesterday and this anime has become one of my comfort animes. I love father-daughter relationships, and in my opinion, every story and anime needs one of these relationships because it's so cute. Now imagine what would happen if there were two dads instead of one. Also, I'm glad the anime didn't try to force a gay relationship between the two men. I am not a big fan of Yaoi anime. To be honest, I am not a fan of Yaoi and Yuri at all. I'm not saying I hate it, I just don't like this genre. I have not tried to watch Yaoi until now, maybe I will try it later and change my opinion about it. But what was so lovely about this anime was that it didn't try to go with a forced romance. Kazuki and Rei were two friends that a little girl changes their lives and they understand how much this girl is dear to them and decide to change because of this girl.

Story:

Plot Story: Well, at first glance, you think this anime is very similar to Spy x Family, but in my opinion, this anime was better than that. The comedy of the story and the relationship between parents and children was depicted much more attractively. It was very admirable that this story was related to the mafia but tried to maintain a sweet and family atmosphere. And that in the final episodes, we saw a combination of drama, action and the beautiful love of two fathers for their daughter. I was so hooked that I couldn't wait to see the next episode.

Characters:

Miri: Cute, simple and lovely little girl. Miri is very cute and kind. I swear, whenever she smiles, I want to hug her and squeeze her so that she suffocates. I know that her daddies will kill me. I was very upset when I heard the truth about Miri's real parents. I don't know if this is true or not, but I'm glad Miri's real parents are dead. Miri is a pure and innocent girl and deserves to always smile. She should be with her daddies. Those two are better parents for Miri.

Kazuki: Dad as a lovely mom. I love that he became Miri's daddy in such a profound way from the first time he met her. It's as if he's been waiting all his life for the moment when a child calls him daddy. Kazuki's relationship with Miri is sometimes very funny. That he thinks so much about Miri's future and does not want any boy to approach Miri. He is a very cute dad. Kazuki's past and the death of his wife and child were very sad for me. Maybe that was the reason why Kazuki was so afraid of change. But he has Miri now. A girl who really loves him and makes him happy. Kazuki deserves this happy and beautiful family.

Rei: I fell in love with Rei at first sight. His character and style are very cool. He was always tired and playing games or killing people. I love that in his first meeting with Miri he told Kazuki I can shoot that girl to complete our mission and in the last he turned into a man saying Miri is my daughter. Don't you dare to hurt her, otherwise I will kill you myself. Rei needed more time than Kazuki to get to know Miri and become attached to her. On that first day, he even refused to hug Miri, but he slowly approached her, he told the guards that she is my daughter and hugged her, he played with her, he slept in Miri's arms, he took care of her when she was sick, to the party He went to Miri's kindergarten and encouraged her, and in the end, he fought with his family, his own father to protect Miri. It was very interesting that in the end, Kazuki suggested that Miri be sent to an orphanage in another city so that she would be safe, but Rei refused and said that he wanted to stay with Miri for the rest of his life and raise her like his own daughter. Rei made a lot of progress. I swear I wanted to cry when he talked to his father about his love for Miri. Rei has really fallen in love with Miri and loves her more than anyone else. According to him, he was just like a walking dead before he meet Miri, but now he knows the meaning of life and he doesn't want to lose it. Miri is his dear daughter.

Kyo: He had a mysterious personality and considering that he worked for the Suwa family, it was natural. When he said that he wanted to take care of Miri, I was very scared and said that if he finds out the truth, he will surely kill Miri, but what did he do instead? He made a special juice for Miri and called her my princess. This man is an exemplary father. The close bond he developed with Miri and helping Rei and Kazuki take care of Miri was so sweet.

Misaki: I hated her as a mother. I was very angry that she left Miri to go back to her mafia lover. She is your daughter, Bitch. But in the end she also changed. When she got cancer, she realized how precious Miri was to her. She decided to be a good mother to make Miri happy in her last moments. The fact that she regretted what she did is valuable to me, but to be honest, I am happy that she is dead, she does not deserve to be a mother for Miri. She could not be a good mother to Miri.

At the end of this story, it had a wonderful ending. Kazuki and Rei get the happiness they deserve, and Miri lives a happy life with two men who love her more than anyone else. If you want to have happy moments for a few short moments, I suggest you watch this anime.

#buddy daddies #miri unasaka #kazuki kurusu #rei suwa #admin talks #admin afra talks

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chaika-jpeg-shitpost · 16 hours

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/spy x family movie hate (IM SORRY)

...what the fuck was that 😭

fym Handler wants to REPLACE FORGERS... her? handling the operation strix to someone else instead of TWILIGHT so randomly?? and he reacted so calmly?! what?? what??? whose idea was to write this?????

why are we back to the jealousy problem. we've solved it a long time ago. im tired

there were just... so many stupid details that i can't remember anymore. i'll write what i can recall in the tags

The movie was thoughtless entertainment. I could've watched two hours of stupid youtube videos instead and feel exactly the same afterwards.

"Oh it's just a kids movie, this is enough for them" — well don't kids deserve a good movie with a thought behind it? Doesn't sxf deserve it? Don't all the people involved in the production deserve it? The manga might not be a masterpiece of the century, but it's still a good story with a thought behind it...

I didn't expect (and didn't want) to see anything plot-altering, but I expected something on the level of cruise arc, with all the characters working in secret for each others' sake and for the sake of peace. Not this mishmash that unsuccessfully tried to satisfy both those who have and haven't seen the anime. They could've written a much, much better story but decided to go with this.

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piracytheorist · 11 months

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OUAT-style heart-ripping headcanons!

I swear this is gonna go into Spy x Family territory don't worry read on.

So until some years ago I was very, very into the TV show Once Upon a Time. It's a show that went off the rails so many times and so poorly, but it had this concept where you could remove other people's hearts (or your own) via magic. Doing so will not kill your victim (as long as magic is intact) and apparently won't have effects on their way of life, but by holding their heart in your hands you can either hurt them, control their actions, or kill them.

In rare cases, depending on circumstances and intentions, removing one's heart dulls their emotions. There was a case where a character removed her own heart (and kept it safe and protected in a box hidden away) to stop herself from feeling emotions so she could focus on her ambitions instead.

It may or may not be inspired by Kingdom Hearts, I haven't played those games so I don't know for sure but I have heard about it over the years of watching OUAT.

In any case, it was a very interesting storytelling device which unfortunately the writers didn't use as much as they should have imo, and one of the things that have stayed with me since I first watched the show up until now, more than ten years since.

And I was thinking... this would 100% be something someone like Twilight would do. You can pretty much keep the story as is, only have it so that magic users are very few and have enough weak spots that they decide to hide instead of using their powers to take over the world.

And in this scenario, WISE has a few such magic users, employing them for their deep, dark secret: all of its spies that work on the field have agreed to have their hearts removed, for three main reasons: First, so that their emotions won't get in the way of their work. Second, so that if they're captured by enemies, the enemies won't have a heart to control and force them to spill their secrets. And third, in case they're compromised and captured beyond salvation and have no ways of killing themselves, WISE would do it for them by crushing their hearts.

Fully prepared to lose all sense of self in the name of peace, Twilight agrees to have his heart removed and joins their ranks. For quite a long time, it's an actual relief to not feel the pain of his past, to forget his grief and despair and loneliness.

But what they didn't take into account for this is what motivated Twilight. He wants to create a world where children don't need to cry - that's a very empathetic motive, one that shows how sensitive he is to other people's feelings and how much hope and trust he has for the next generation, that he wants to create a peaceful environment for them to grow up in. And those were his thoughts when he stood in front of WISE's magician and allowed them to bury their hand into his chest and pull out his heart.

And so, against their knowledge and planning, a part of himself stays intact. For most of his missions, this doesn't prove to be an impediment or cause any issues. He never has to work with children, so his buried feelings about them don't resurface... until he's assigned Operation Strix and he has to adopt a child and get married.

Story proceeds as in canon. Anya sometimes hears Twilight's thoughts about how WISE spies are "heartless" but she doesn't take it literally. Heart-ripping isn't a technique known to the wide public, and only a few elite crime organizations employ magic users to rip out the hearts of enemies and hostages to abstract information.

So Anya doesn't realize Twilight literally means he's heartless, until Nightfall's visits the Forger household the first time. In Nightfall's case, her main thought while getting her heart ripped out was to prove her worth to Twilight so they could end up together, so her feelings for him have stayed intact, and she doesn't bother about telling WISE that their heart-ripping plan has flaws.

During that visit, Nightfall thinks about all that and Anya for the first time realizes what her papa has meant all along; he literally doesn't have his heart in his chest and is unable of feeling anything... and a few minutes later, she hears Nightfall's thoughts about how his smile has an inkling of true emotion hidden behind it.

That's enough to console her and believe that her papa is Special™ and can actually feel things.

Now, WISE does indeed have gaps in their knowledge about heart-ripping. Since it's established that magic users operate in the shadows, there's no actual evidence or research about how that whole thing works. They've just noticed how more robotic and cold people act without their hearts, and they've drawn the conclusion that it's an effective means of making their agents more professional as well as ensure they won't ever reveal any intel against their knowledge. Plus, all agents give free, full and informed consent for the procedure, so WISE doesn't care about the moral implications of the whole thing.

Twilight does the same... until the Realization of Feelings™ hits. He spends, of course, a lot of time denying it, and then he has a huge dilemma of whether he should tell WISE that despite their efforts, "heartless" people can still be influenced by their feelings. Yor, who'd heard before about the so-called "heartless" spies, finds out that her fake husband (whom she's in love with by that point) is one of them, and that makes things even worse and shatters her trust of him. At the same time, Twilight finds out about her, they fight, enemies attack, Yor is heavily wounded and Twilight for 2.07 seconds thinks "I should let her die"... but then he picks her up, brings her back home and nurses her to health. Yor trusts that at least he cares enough about Anya to not want her to lose her mother, so she agrees to a reluctant cohabiting for Anya's sake.

Anyway, full Identity Reveals ensue a little later, Twilight has the Shock™ of his life when he learns Anya knew everything all along... and after a mission blunder where WISE wants to remove him from the operation he tells Handler that the heart-ripping plan didn't work, and he doesn't want to be removed from the family until absolutely, life-threatening necessary.

Handler (who is also "heartless") reveals to him she knew he was growing feelings but didn't have the heart (heh) to do anything that could disrupt the happiness he'd been due all along. She agrees to pass on an excuse to her bosses so Operation Strix can be continued, and everything stays stable... until Twilight hits her with the question of whether he can have his heart back.

Now this worries her a LOT because a spy getting their heart back basically equates to a resignation letter, but Twilight wants to stay in the field. She refuses, saying it's either one or the other. Twilight is conflicted because he's realized he loves his family a TON but feels half of a person and wants to be whole for them. On the other hand, he doesn't want to resign and stop fighting for peace.

And well, I don't know where the story is going or how it's going to conclude (I don't read the manga either so please no spoilers about it), but I think he'd only be satisfied with a secure peace treaty between the two countries... but there would need to be Angst™ about him wanting his heart back to give his family the same amount of love and dedication they're giving to him.

That's all I got for now lol. Thought I'd share since I wrote it all up :D

#sxf #sxf plot bunny #long post #sxf au

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elkomie · 6 months

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tag meme from @6wings-manyeyes 🩷

Last song? - vaeis omar - hold (nice soft lofi. was on shuffle when i was doing the dishes yesterday). actually the real answer is something from the lofi/instrumental mixes i play as work bg

Favourite colour? - right now i'm feeelingg dark green

Last movie/TV show - spy x family

Currently watching - keeping up with spyfam together with seph @6wings-manyeyes. also like every other week i spend a couple days watching lifestyle/cooking youtube lol

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury? - spicy (it's comforting and makes you feel less :static noise:)

Relationship status - chronically single

Current obsessions - obviously persona 5 lol. shorter term... i've been on a sims 4 kick lately (also for persona 5. decided the eleven p5 sims i already had isn't enough and am making four more.) i don't have much time to play right now so instead i just window shop clutter cc on pinterest all the time 🙈

Last thing you googled? - this is the worst possible time i could have gotten this question. last thing i googled. was the word cuckolding in russian to check if im spelling it right. god.

tagging @liberalequinox @supernovasooth @entelechies @russiandahl @horrorscentral @janesemper @loveotomization @clockworkspider @latteatnight @rebelaar if you want to fill it!

#is that too many tags. i want to hear about yalls lives ^^#ask game

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mantizimus · 1 year

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Hello there! Could I request a one shot between natsuki(Ddlc) x m!reader, possibly something along the lines of they go to the club after school but end up being the only ones there. I’m not very used to requesting stuff on here so I’m sorry if it vague. But thank you in advance:)

Yeah.

Alone in the Club

Natsuki

The bell, signifying the end of class, rang through the words of the teacher giving homework. "Finally," rushed through your head. You've been waiting a long time for an opportunity to see your girlfriend and spend time with her. Yes, due to the fact that there were also Monika, Sayori, and Yuri in the literature club besides the two of you, the chances of being alone were only slightly above zero, but that didn't upset you. When you reached the club, you almost ran into Natsuki, but you snapped out of your thoughts in time. After a very brief conversation, you walked into an empty room. "Um… Where are the others?" you asked perplexedly, looking around. "Maybe they haven't come up yet?" suggested Natsuki uncertainly, approaching the back room and looking inside. A moment later, an ask for help rang out from there, forcing you to go inside. "Monika put the manga on the top shelf again," no question, an assertion. "As you can see, yes," the pink-haired woman replied, looking up with annoyance, "Can you help?" Instead of answering, you removed the box and handed it to your girlfriend. "Thank you," she thanked you, carrying it out of the back room. "You're welcome," you answered her. Deciding to wait another ten minutes before doing anything, you got to talking about manga. "By the way, Nats, did you hear that the anime Spy x Family is announced for next April?" you informed her of the upcoming adaptation of one of your favorite comedy manga. "Spy x Family? Now I've heard," the pink-haired girl replied, looking at you with slight joy, "We have to watch it, S/O, do you hear me ? We have to!" "Don't worry, we'll watch it. If I don't get distracted by your cuteness, of course," Natsuki darkened slightly after that. "I'm not cute," she muttered, looking away. You only laughed softly. After all, her tsundere features were very amusing at times. Suddenly, you had a thought that was so obvious that you wanted to punch yourself for not thinking of it right away. Taking your cell phone out of your pocket, you glanced at your club's group chat room. Frowning, you shifted your look to your girlfriend. "Bad news, Nats. Yuri is sick and Monika and Sayori are very busy," you muttered, quietly angry that you hadn't opened that chat room sooner. "So what do we do now?" asked Natsuki, judging by the expression on her face, feeling similar feelings. You just shrugged uncertainly, not having the slightest clue. You looked at each other in silence for a couple of seconds before you remembered what you could do. "How about reading some manga?" the pink-haired girl smiled almost immediately. "Good idea," she replied, getting up from her desk and walking over to the box, "And we'll save the poems for next time." "Okay," you agreed. It looked like the day promised to be anything but boring.

#doki doki literature club #doki doki literature club x reader #ddlc #ddlc x reader #natsuki #natsuki x reader #ddlc natsuki #ddlc natsuki x reader

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lunaryugamine · 1 year

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So these are my thoughts on a Spy x Family/Batman fanfic AU based on @reineydraws very cute and fun art that I'll write someday in the vague future. My Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun AU takes precedent over this, but I wanted to get this out because it's been eating my brain.

I will admit that I have read almost no Batman comics or watched TV shows but I started reading fanfic for it and now the Batfam runs through my brain 24/7. I am currently reading the Young Justice comics, though, and will be reading more when I'm done with that.

So here's how I'm mashing the two canons together: this is a no superheroes AU where no one has any powers (except Anya and other potential government experiments that haven't come up) and the Spy x Family universe is farther in the future so there's computers and cell phones (the reason why is shown later). Also, Eden Academy is slightly more accepting of strange familial situations (at least for Bruce Wayne) and less obsessed with image because I can't imagine canon Eden Academy accepting a disabled Babs. That's the main setting, but the characters are far more important to me.

Bruce Wayne was orphaned in the war but since this setting actually has therapists he's a lot more well-adjusted and does not go out dressed as a bat to beat up criminals, which is good because Ostania is a police state and they would not tolerate that. The country does, however, have an organization like WISE who also doesn't want another war, and Bruce is involved with that, using his Brucie persona to get information on warmongers in the government. That organization (which doesn't have a name yet) works tentatively with WISE but they don't exactly trust one another. Unfortunately, Donovan Desmond fucking hates Brucie Wayne and so doesn't interact with him at the Imperial Scholars gatherings, leading to Operation Strix still needing to be done. He's beloved by the city of Berlint, just like the Wayne's are in Gotham, which is a big reason why Dick and Jason are able to be accepted into Eden Academy late and Damian without a mom. Twilight is aware that there's a person in the upper echelons of Ostania but doesn't know who it is and is trying to figure it out. Bruce uses his money to make social programs to uplift his fellow citizens in poverty because if you're rich that's what you should do or I'll fucking hate you.

Dick Grayson is still an orphaned circus acrobat (although here his parents deaths are a legitimate tragic accident) that Bruce adopts who is able to get into Eden late due to his intelligence, athleticism, and lots and lots of bribes. Instead of the Court of Owls, he's connected to the Garden here and the Shopkeeper is his relative instead of William Cobb. Bruce is very adamant that Dick is not involved with that, so while Dick knows about the Garden and it's members, he's more involved with the organization Bruce is in. He is legitimately friends with Demetrius Desmond, but his relationship to his father is like Damian's (who is an unreliable narrator when it comes to his family) so he has no information for Dick to get for the organization. He's also close friends with Babs.

Barbara is the daughter of the police commissioner who isn't involved in the SS and is still disabled because she was kind of a gamechanger in comics with her disability so I want to keep that. I haven't decided whether she was born with it or if it was an injury but she still has a wheelchair. Babs is also still Oracle (which is why I need the technology to be updated) and is a hacker similar to maia arson crimew IRL (god bless it) who leaks documents of crimes the Ostanian government has done, and has to be very careful to never reveal her identity because she would immediately be detained, tortured, and killed. Thankfully, very few people would suspect that Oracle is a disabled teenage girl at Eden Academy. No one except Tim, that is.

Jason meets Bruce after trying to jack his car wheels and Bruce takes one look at this child and thinks "Mine" and so Jason is adopted. He is also accepted at Eden Academy late because of his stellar academics and because Bruce had already set a precedent. He's a good athlete, but he's not a prodigious gymnast like Dick so that's not part of why he gets in. Unlike Bruce and Dick, he's not involved in the organization. Instead he's involved in the groups of civilians who are against the police state. In the manga, the only resistance groups are people who are willing to put innocent people in danger, which sucks a lot. The organization Jason's involved in would absolutely kill some government officials but wouldn't get civilians harmed. Duke is also involved in this, but he's a minor character and I'm already juggling so many characters but imagine Duke and Jason working together in a gang setting. DC, why have you not done this already?

Cass (OP didn't include Cass in the original post but I love Cass so she's being included) was still trained to be an assassin from birth with David Cain being part of the Garden, but the Shopkeeper actually has some morals and is horrified when he sees what's been done to Cass, maybe when she's around 9 years old and Cain shows her off to the Shopkeeper, expect him to be impressed. Manipulating children into being assassins is one thing, but training a child to be a weapon and literally nothing else is another, so Cain is disposed of (maybe by Yor) and the Shopkeeper sends Cass to be taken care of by Bruce because he knows that he's a good dad because he takes care of Dick. Unfortunately because she's spent her entire life up to this point not being able to speak or read, she's not able to catch up in school enough to be accepted into Eden Academy, but she is able to go to a school that focuses on dance and she lives her dreams of being a ballerina and meets Steph there, maybe doing another type of dance because I can't imagine Steph as a ballerina. She's not involved in politics the way her brothers and father are, but that's okay because she deserves to just be happy.

Tim is the neighbor of Bruce Wayne who, when Bruce realizes is horribly neglected, unofficially adopts him and eventually sues the Drakes for child abuse and officially adopts him. He was already in Eden Academy so that's not a problem. Tim doesn't have a Batman to obsess over in this universe, but he does have an Oracle to obsess over. He somehow finds out Oracle's identity (I'll figure out how later) and begs to be her apprentice, and she eventually takes him on because Tim is stubborn AF and also a talented hacker in his own right. He's best friends with Conner, the son of reporters Clark and Lois Kent (who report critcal things that the government is doing with pseudonyms), because I'm weak for their relationship. I want to add the rest of the Core Four but I don't know how so we'll see how that goes. He suspects that Bruce and Dick are part of the secret organization and that Jason is part of the civilian resistance to the police state but doesn't want to be involved with that because he's already involved with resistance work and the less he knows the better in case he's found out by the government.

Damian is the actual son of Bruce and Talia, who met on a business trip Bruce or Talia took and they had a fling which resulted in Damian. Ra's doesn't have access to a Lazarus Pit here because those don't exist so he's just a normal cult leader who's been dead before Talia and Bruce meet. Talia has turned the cult's assets into a business venture so Damian has an actually fairly normal, if spoiled and also full of martial arts training because that's still important to Talia, upbringing. Bruce and Talia share custody and Damian stays with his father for the school year and with his mother during breaks. Bruce and Talia may still be in love. I don't know, I'll figure it out. Anyway, Damian has a huge rivalry with the other Damian because they're both sons of influential people with a chip on their shoulder, but they're also foils because Damian W actually has a loving family and Damian D doesn't. Damian W befriends Anya and Becky specifically because he wants to annoy Damian D but eventually becomes legitimately fond of them (and Damian D and his friends) but he will never admit it. He's just as much of a tsundere as the other Damian, just in a platonic way. Damian also faces racism due to his brown skin (BECAUSE HE'S DARK OKAY DC LET HIM BE A POC).

The actual story will have some focus on the little shenanigans of the kids at Eden like in SxF (including the older kids), but instead of focusing on Twilight and Yor, the other part will focus on the Wayne's and their allies political maneuverings, but also some slice-of-life with Cass because she deserves it. We may have some small flashes to the Forger family, but they're not the focus. There will also be Batfam fluff because I'm a sucker for that.

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thenanamisimp · 6 months

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What I've watched recently (spoiler warning - see bold titles)

Before the tragedy of Jujutsu Kaisen season 2 episode 18 happened I had actually started watching Great Pretender. However, after the loss of a specific someone (Gege when I catch you) and a few days of mourning and crying at tiktok edits and angsty tweets, I couldn't bring myself to keep watching Great Pretender (I will get to it once I feel capable enough to commit to another series in a few days probably). I have instead caught up with some weekly anime that I've been watching this season as well as (finally) started reading MXTX's The scum villain's self saving system. Since I haven't posted in a few days, I wanted to share my opinions on the media that has been keeping me sane since the tragic loss of my favourite character (considering the situation as well as the fact that my average state of sanity is still slightly insane - take this with a grain of salt).

Jujutsu Kaisen (season 2, episode 18) - every Thursday on CrunchyRoll

The production team went above and beyond and I thank them for it. Nanami looked so peaceful in his imagination and I highly appreciate that they extended the couple pages from the manga into 7 minutes of perfection (I'm in so much pain)

Jujutsu kaisen (season 2, episode 19) - every Thursday on CrunchyRoll

Episode 18 felt like a fever dream and so did this one. To keep it short and sweet again (aka I don't wanna cry again), the production team did incredible work once again.

The apothecary diaries (season 1, episodes 1 to 8) - every Saturday on CrunchyRoll

I really wanted something short and more light hearted to watch - hence I finally decided to start this series. In reality I was planning to binge it when it finished airing but I was impatient. The story of an apothecary knowledgeable about poisons and medicine who serves one of the emperor's concubines - with the added bonus of a handsome fool who is in love with her while she doesn't seem to be interested at all! (Jinshi is so madly and hopelessly in love with Maomao it makes me die laughing every time she cringes at his flirting but also I LOVE HIM). THE ANIMATION AND COLOURS of this anime are incredible, there is literally no reason for anyone to not like this show. Absolutely watch this if you have even the slightest hunch you'd enjoy it

Spy x Family (season 2, episode 8) - every Saturday on CrunchyRoll

As a lover of season 1, I've been very excited for season 2. Up until episode 5 of season 2, I couldn't see what the plan with this season was but after the start of the cruise arc (I'm afraid to google the actual name of the arc - spoilers haunt me) my faith has been restored. We're back to exiting ventures with the Forger family, this time more focused on Yor's assassin adventures. Even more so, this episode was extra incredible as we got to see Yor in real action, fighting a storm of other assassins looking to kill the family she has been assigned to guard and looking hot while doing it. Spy x Family is truly an incredible shounen.

Ron Kamonohashi's Forbidden Deductions (season 1, episode 9) - every Monday on CrunchyRoll

I started this anime on release day and I started it for Ron. And I stayed for Ron. And mysteries (I do love me a good detective story). Overall, this anime is a good way to take a break from your daily routine by watching a mystery being solved in a comedic way while slowly also unfolding the bigger mystery of why the renowned Kamonohashi Ron stopped sleuthing. This week's episode finally gave us a good hint to his past! Honestly I wish more people were talking about this anime this season, it's so underrated.

And finally! I've been reading The Scum Villain's Self Saving System (Chinese name: Ren Zha Fanpai Zijiu Xitong), Mo Xiang Tong Xiu's first novel series. I've read both Heaven Official's Blessing (Chinese name: Tian Guan Ci Fu) and The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (Chinese name: Mo Dao Zu Shi) and every time she impresses me with her writing skills. While I really want to share my opinions on her novels, I would like to make a dedicated post for MXTX's novels once I finish all of them, as I've actually not read most the extras for either TGCF or MDZS and I've not finished reading Svsss. I'm also very (im)patiently waiting for my copies of TGCF volumes 5-8 to get here in the mail in the next few days. I do have to say tho, Svsss has surprised me as I find it to be quite different from MDZS and TGCF, which is valid considering it was her first release.

Thank you for reading this (mostly) anime ramble! Enjoy watching :)

theNanamiSimp

#anime #anime recommendation #anime review #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #the apothecary diaries #spy x family #ron kamonohashi

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twistiraki · 1 year

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The kidnapping of the foolish prince

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Y/N had been assigned a mission to kidnap Kalim Al-Asim, the eldest son of the Asim family, one of the richest families in the world. She had been chosen for the mission due to her excellent spy skills and her ability to blend in with any crowd.

She had been observing Kalim for weeks, trying to find the perfect opportunity to make her move. However, the more she watched him, the more she began to realize how much of an idiot he was. He was constantly goofing around and making jokes, never taking anything seriously.

Y/N had always been focused on her mission, but as she spent more time watching Kalim, she found herself developing feelings for him. She tried to ignore them, reminding herself of the importance of her mission, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

Finally, the perfect opportunity presented itself. Kalim had gone out for a walk by himself, and Y/N knew it was the perfect chance to strike. She followed him, keeping her distance, until they were far enough from anyone else.

But as Y/N was about to make her move, Kalim turned around and caught her off guard. "Hey! What are you doing here?" he asked, grinning at her.

Y/N tried to come up with an excuse, but she knew it was no use. Kalim was looking too cute. Instead, she decided to come clean.

"I was sent here to kidnap you," she confessed.

Kalim's face fell, and he looked at Y/N with disappointment. "I see," he said. "I guess I should have known something like this was coming."

But as Y/N looked into his eyes, she knew she couldn't go through with it. "I'm sorry," she said. "I can't do it. I can't kidnap you."

Kalim's face lit up, and he grinned at Y/N. "That's great!" he exclaimed. "I didn't want to be kidnapped anyway. Let's just hang out instead."

And so, Y/N spent the rest of the day with Kalim, getting to know him better. She found out that he was more than just an idiot; he was kind and caring, with a heart of gold.

As the sun began to set, Y/N realized that she had to leave. She couldn't stay there any longer, or risk blowing her cover. But as she got up to leave, Kalim stopped her.

"Wait," he said. "Before you go, there's something I need to tell you."

Y/N turned around, curious. But before she could say anything, Kalim leaned in and kissed her. It was a soft, gentle kiss, filled with all the emotions they had been holding back.

"I know we just met, but I can't imagine my life without you," Kalim said, looking into Y/N's eyes. "Please stay with me."

Y/N was shocked, but she knew deep down that she felt the same way. So, she took a deep breath and nodded.

And with that, Y/N and Kalim began their new life together, full of love and adventure.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst fanfiction #twisted wonderland fanfiction #fanfiction #Kalim Al-Asim #Kalim x reader #Kalim x spy!reader #Scarabia #I could never kidnap my precious boi #sunshine child #precious bean #Id die for my sunshine son

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marchtooctober · 1 year

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Spy x Family: Sunshine Smile

(very short story); added picture for visual

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Loid kept pacing around with his fingers pinching the space between his nose and temple.

"What the heck Twilight! Would it hurt you to take a seat for once instead of circling around?!" Franky said in a burst, annoyed with Loid's footsteps.

"Fine. Satisfied?" Loid replied as he settled down the sofa.

There's only a week left before the "anniversary". It's been a year since he "married" Yor and built his fake family. His mission regarding Desmond and the cold war proved to be slower than he expected. They're all still here. The Forger family is yet to be abolished.

"Just what is it you're being problematic about that you can't even stay in one place?" Franky inquired.

"My fake wedding anniversary with Yor is next week. I have to make some sort of public show to prevent our neighbors from suspecting us." Loid answered after a sigh.

"What? Just that? As if that's ever a problem with a deception master like you."

"I guess things will simply go smoothly with usual planning. It's just that..."

"Just what?"

"It should not only make an impact to the people around us but also to Yor. It should suit her taste..." Loid continued as he looked at the ceiling.

"You're minding her too much."

Loid jerked his head back. He was taken aback by Franky's words. Although not facing him, Loid could feel Franky's suspecting stare. As much as he wanted to talk back, he couldn't figure out his own reason.

Meeting and "marrying" Yor seems like fate. Though no way he would directly express how much Yor meant for his mission, he wanted to fairly compensate her. Perhaps he's being too much? Was he making Yor uncomfortable but failed to notice? Loid's mind was suddenly in a panic. He tried to justify in thought everything he's done until now.

After a short awkward silence, Franky spoke once again.

"It's only for appearances sake. I'm pretty sure your wife will be pleased with anything. So why the-"

Franky was suddenly cut off when they heard happy laughter coming in. Yor and Anya just arrived after walking Bond.

"Scruffy!" Anya cheered upon seeing Franky.

"Yes, young miss! It's me! Look what I got you this time!"

Franky got up from his seat and took out some ambiguous toy device that he came up with again. Loid watched as Franky and Anya get loud with their own fun. He almost zoned out if not for Bond and Yor coming to his view.

"Loid?"

"Oh! Y-Yor? Welcome back. How's your walk?" Loid responded, focusing on Yor.

"It was nice. Bond and Anya played fetch the whole time. By the way, I bought us some tart."

"Thanks. Shall we set the table?"

"Yes."

During dinner, Loid was noticeably more silent. Anya, who had been rambling with Franky about Spywars, picked up Loid's troubled thoughts.

"Papa," Anya started.

"Hm?"

"I will..."

"You'll what?"

"I'll watch Berlint In Love tonight and "learn" like Becky."

Loid blinked at her, barely digesting both his food and Anya's words.

"Ah... Okay. Good luck with that?" He only managed to reply.

Franky immediately left after dinner. Anya who was surprisingly tired, didn't bother to wait for the tv drama and headed off to bed. Yor did likewise after doing the dishes. With Loid being the only one left up, he seated himself. He is nowhere near getting asleep and decided to turn on the tv for the late night news.

"Might as well..." He mumbled while drying his hair with a towel.

But instead of news, what greeted him was a cheesy romantic music. Berlint In Love is still on.

Good thing Anya missed this. It's way late in the evening and nothing good for her to see. Loid thought.

He was about to turn it off and give sleep a try but something fascinating caught his attention.

"...Dear! I don't need all the luxury of the world! I don't care about the surprise. I just want you by my side." The lady on screen said in so sweet a tone that Loid imagined a certain person saying the same words to him.

"Oh, but honey! I only want to make you happy!" A guy in a simple working suit replied with the same intensity.

The lady's wardrobe doesn't scream extravagance but dressed enough to be distinguished as part of higher society. Bursting into tears, she threw her arms to her lover.

"Please trust me when I say so. You're all that I need! Whatever you do for me, I am happy. That's for sure..."

Finally the two blissfully walked by the shore, hand in hand while basking in the fading twilight. The dramatic scene kept playing on Twilight's mind over and over again that he couldn't focus on the news afterwards. Finding it unproductive, Loid turned off the tv and went off to sleep. As the scene repeats itself on Loid's mind, Franky's words echoed.

"You're minding her too much."

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Days have passed and Loid still struggled with a main plan he can stick with. In observation, he noticed that lately his neighbors have been going home from their respective walks between 5 and 7 pm. And so he's been considering to leave within the timeframe so as to deliberately run into them and portray that he and Yor are one adorable couple.

Amusement park? No. Given Yor's schedule, she'll already be tired from work. Eat out? Seems fine but she might be bored with it already. Lake cruise? But the travel time doesn't make it worthy. Opera? Gallery? Ugh! I can't even settle with at least three options! Loid's brain was about to go busted. He's not usually like this. In frustration, he finished his remaining crepe with a bite and threw the trash in the bin. He felt Yor's gaze.

The eyes that are always brightened by radiant spirits met Loid's. Yor smiles and Loid smiles back, a reflex that Loid gradually enjoyed.

"The crepes were good, right? It was greatly recommended by my coworkers."

"Yes."

"We should take Anya next time. She'll like it."

"Yes, sure." Loid responded with a smile.

He watched as Yor turned away and started fixing her scarf. He thought how unusual their "dates" have been. Things usually don't go the way he expect like when Yor settles in a weird mood, Yor drinking way too much, Yor having to leave early due to work-related emergency, Yuri suddenly visiting, and so on.

Looking back from the start, he's grateful that Yor is still with his family, with him. Grateful with everything she did and wondered how she was able to put up with him. Would it have been different with another? He didn't bother pondering on it further. He only knew one thing. It can only be her.

Franky's words resurfaced again. Loid didn't know what to feel. Lately he's been unsure of his attitude towards his "wife". All along, he thinks that he did everything like he used to with his past fake romances. But no. He's very wrong.

Yor must have felt the stare and turned around.

"Let's go home." She said.

It was as if time stopped. Suddenly, myriad of memories flashed through Loid's mind. Realization hit him hard.

Oh... I'm in love with Yor. For real.

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My contribution for LoiYor valentine 💕

#spy x family #sxf fanfic #LoiYor valentine #loiyor #loiyor fanfic #loid forger #yor forger

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celestialspark · 10 months

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Tag 9 people you’d like to get to know more

Tagged by @lilyskybean - thank you so much, dear! I’m gonna change a few little things as it would be very boring :’)

Last song: The true answer is Shalala Lala by Vengaboys as my dad had it on repeat this whole morning.

Thus, I’ll be going with the last two songs I added to my Spotify/YouTube-Playlist! One is Serotonin by Tom Walker - my cousin sang it during karaoke night and I fell in love; and the other is Take the Journey from Honkai: Star Rail because that scene hit all the right tropes that I love!

Show I'm watching: None at the moment, so I’ll go with the current game instead, which is the Atelier Marie Remake! I’m a big fan of the Atelier series and while only have started yesterday evening, I’m already five hours in :D

Book I'm reading: Also none at the moment, as I’m not able to decide on which to read next. So, instead get the mangas/webtoons I’m currently reading! (It’s getting long ...)

Oshi no Ko - I followed the hype and am curious about the ending, but have a torn opinion on that one ...

Spy X Family - My big love, I can’t wait for the next update, I just love it.

Kindergarten Wars - It is just SO fun, seriously, I really like it! It’s about a bunch of assassins becoming kindergarteners!

Kill Blue - It’s still quite in the beginning and might start disappointing me soon. The premise is nice, though, it’s an assassin becoming a high schooler and having to find out how to get his old body back while living as a high schooler.

Mission: Yozakura Family - Are we starting to see a pattern here? Spies, assassins, yep, absolutely my jam! A shy high school student tasked with protecting the daughter of an ultimate spy family.

The Greatest Estate Developer - An isekai webtoon that I absolutely fell in love with. I really like how it plays with the trope and how the protagonist is so ... lovingly detestable :’D A modern architecture student gets reborn (?) as a lord’s son in a medieval fantasy world and begins developing his country with modern knowledge while employing very ... questionable methods.

Villain with a Crush - While I normally hate the miscommunication trope, this one is just pure comedy gold! A girl with superpowers falls in love with a superpower police officer. As she can’t quite control her power, she is mistakenly thought to be a villain and hunted by the police.

Currently obsessed with: Well, obviously The Magnus Archives with a sprinkle of The Mechanisms. It might turn to the Atelier game series soon, though, as I got myself a Steam Deck.

But TMA is having a special place in my heart because it’s the first fandom I’m actually writing fanfics for! I’ve only done fanarts until now for the other fandoms, but this is the first one I’m diving in deep with writing, so I think this obsession will stick around for a while!

Tagging: @lynurnur @dennydraws @talvenhenki @wiwinia @starforger @evilovesyou @somethingtardisblue @pjarox @iciclequeentrishna

#sailor moony rambles #tag games #some of you i already know better #but since it's about current stuff i still want to hear from you again! :D #and else i'm very curious about those lovely people in my notifs :3

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devil-doll13 · 11 months

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Summer Breeze

Ciarán x cottagecore!Reader

Tw: mostly Fluff and a lil bit of Smut at the end, mostly a collection of drabbles rather than a connected story, this is mostly just an excuse for me to ✨simp✨ for Ciarán so there isn’t much of an actual plot lol enjoy

Based off of this post I did a month ago or so

Word Count: 4078

Summary: While minding your own business in the cottage you’ve inherited from a relative, you catch the eye of an ancient, mysterious being…

Dividers by firefly-graphics

Life certainly doesn’t get any better than this.

The sun is shining, bright and cheerful, as you dander up the road towards your modest home. You can’t grow strawberries in this temperate climate, but you can certainly buy them; it’s only about a 15 minute walk from the village and back.

That’s not so bad, you think, admiring the Irish countryside that surrounds you. Verdant green, rolling hills, filled with fluffy sheep and lazy brown cows. You hear the telltale clip-clop of hooves behind you and turn around to see a ruddy-faced, smiley rider on a dappled stallion. You wave at them, grinning back, and you are allowed to pat their horse’s nose. He eagerly snuffles into your hand, searching for treats, nudging you as you giggle.

Once you’re back at the cottage, you clasp shut the white gate behind you and make a beeline to your kitchen, sweeping off your hat and depositing your groceries on the counter. It’s overflowing with jam jars and fruit bowls, a veritable cornucopia. Once you’re done putting away the food, you pad shoeless into the cozy living room and enjoy the sensation of the furry rug beneath your feet. This room is packed wall-to-wall with old, retro armchairs and your blanketed sofa, and crammed in between them is your sole, lonesome bookshelf. A small television sits off in the corner, a relic from decades past.

The Summer afternoon glows sweet and yellow through your windows, melting into your floral wallpaper like honey. It’s dinnertime by now, for both you and your feathered friends; you step out of your back door and cheerfully greet your chickens outside, watching your girls strutting and clucking as you scatter feed on the ground.

“Now, Bertha… Let Milly have some. You need to share!” You scold. Bertha has been hogging the feed again, believing her size and status to be superior.

After you eat, you crack open the book you��ve been putting off reading and curl up on your pillows. You feel good today. It’s peaceful here, not like the frenzied bustle of the city or the social competition of the suburbs, where all your nosy neighbours are desperate to spy on you. You’re grateful that your relative decided to leave you this place in their will instead of someone else in the family.

Outside, you hear the clip-clop of hooves again, thudding on the grass in a canter.

“It’s so late…” You yawn. “Who could be up riding at this hour?”

Stretching, you wander over to your curtains, peering out at the moonlit night. Silver fog has swallowed up the mountains, hanging over the lands like a dewy wedding veil. You blame the way it appears to shimmer on your drowsy sleepless state. Things always seem strange here late at night, and in the back of your mind you remember the myths and fairytales you were told as a child. It’s as if there’s an ancient magic here, untouched by the rapacious grip of human civilisation.

Then you see him. At first, you do not believe your own eyes; but this sight cannot be blinked away. In the quiet, blooming meadows, silent and as if in awe, stands a figure on a strong, black horse. The glimmer of the mist conceals his upper body, but you still can see his sharp, pointed sabatons resting in the stirrups. This is no farmer.

It seems he senses your gaze, and he and his mount turn to face you. Your heart almost stops. For wonder or for terror, you do not know which. Only you are frozen, unable to move. It is only when he pulls back and gallops away into the night that your paralysis gives way, and the fog lifts too, revealing only the milky white flowers of the field, bathed in the moonlight. You gasp for air, feeling as if you’ve been doused with a bucket full of ice water. This brush with what you believe to be the Supernatural does not soon leave you, but engraves itself deep within your mind.

That night, you dream of him, still hidden by shimmering mist.

In the days that follow, you feel a presence follow you on your afternoon walks and your visits to the village. Curiously, you do not feel unnerved, but instead when you leave the local pub late at night, it seems an invisible aura of protection wards off all danger. In the most outlandishly wee hours of the morning, too, you hear the pounding of hooves and whinnies and snorts, and no longer do you fear that a fox in the night will gobble up your beloved chickens or that a burglar will invade your home for fear of crossing him.

You are now quite convinced that this mysterious entity has been watching over you, keeping you safe like some dark guardian angel. How you caught this being’s eye, you have no idea, but you know rightly not to take it for granted. You’ve been taught to respect these lands and all the creatures that still live within them. Often you leave a basket of sweet fruit and bread or homemade brownies outside your door, and in the morning you find in return a bunch of carefully arranged flowers or precious minerals left in its place. This alone confirms your theory, and you can’t help but feel positively giddy at the idea of befriending a fae. Any scepticism you once had is long gone.

Now unafraid of threats in the night, you embark on nightly wanderings across the foggy moors, hoping to catch a glimpse of him again. Your mind has begun to fabricate all sorts of strange tales and explanations for him being here; for why he favours you.

But you want the truth. And on one of these late night walks, you see him again.

You’re certain that if he didn’t want you to, he could’ve hidden himself from you forever. Now, he chooses to reveal himself. All the air leaves your lungs as you see him looming over you on his horse, and you now realise he lacks a head. A wispy blue light flickers on his neck, hissing like a furnace. Before you, the fog draws back like curtains on a stage play, and you are his speechless audience.

He dismounts, and you find yourself drawn towards him. You’ve heard of such a figure in folklore, but never could you have anticipated the true grandeur of his presence. Like some kind of mythic royalty, he exudes a kind of unearthly majesty. You can’t help but feel a little intimidated by him, even though you have been anticipating this meeting for weeks.

It strikes you then that all the offerings of food you’ve given to him were probably worthless. The way his mare nudges your hand tells you that she probably enjoyed your apples, though. You turn back to look at him. He’s watching you, and though he has no eyes, he beholds you with such an intensity that it makes you shy away from him.

“Who are you?” Your voice echoes into the dark. “Um… Could I know your name?” It is difficult not to feel meek, dwarfed by this otherworldly knight.

You don’t expect a verbal answer, and barely even hope for one at all. But soon he extends his black, gauntleted hand and in his palm you see a smooth, carved stone. You take it, lips twitching in amusement. He even gives you a small, polite bow. It’s like he’s giving you his business card.

“Thankyou.” You beam up at him and gladly tell him your own, and you are pleased to see the flame on his neck flare in response. You hope that means something good.

It surprises you that night how readily he is able to answer your questions, as if he’s been expecting all of them. Without words or expression, it requires some interpretation on your end, but you manage. The night grows late and you receive a first tentative horse riding lesson; though you spend much of it nervous and watchful of the great distance between you and the pitch black ground below. A steady arm winds around your stomach and holds you fast against a cool, solid metal cuirass. Now you start to allow tension to leave your body and trust in your companion. You feel in your heart that he would not let you fall or come to harm.

He returns you home far faster than you would’ve liked. You find that you enjoy being close to him, held fast by strong arms. It is this stubborn little thought that makes your face feel hot as he helps you back down. The cracks of dawn, softly orange and warm, are already peeking up from the horizon. You wonder in the back of your mind if this is why he must leave you now. Considering his sluggish movements, he seems as reluctant to part with you as you are.

“Goodbye!” You wave a farewell to him, and he draws up on his magnificent horse as she whinnies, galloping off into the darkness.

When you return to your cottage that night, you feel so sleepy you collapse on your sofa, dizzy.

After this encounter, it’s hard to believe that your life will go back to normal. Everything seems different now, cast in a new light.

You don’t go searching for him again right away, but you’re aware of his gloomy, stalwart presence shadowing you. You stop leaving him food, convinced he’ll find it useless; you’re eager to keep him interested, hoping that he’ll continue hovering curiously around you. This does not stop him from continuing to give gifts to you, something you find out one night you almost stumble over a bundle of oddly made spades on your way to your little garden; they feel so light and well-adjusted to your hands. When you discover them, you feel a sense of relief wash over you, and bashful glee. Not because you’re materialistic, but because you’re beginning to nurse what you thought were foolish hopes. To think that he might return your growing interest, that he sees you as more than simply a trifling amusement to waste his plentiful time on.

Those tools were exactly what you needed after all: you had just very recently broken your old spade.

To your delight, he grows progressively bolder, and one evening while you’re trying to pry Bertha off the others’ shares of chicken feed, you sight him lurking on the horizon, watching over you in the dimming light of the sundown. This encounter sends a happy thrill through you, and motivates you again to learn more about him. Either one of you needs to break the proverbial ice, and considering your mortal lifespan, you don’t want to sit around just waiting for him to do it.

Unfortunately, you don’t crack the code on the rock he’s given you for days. It takes some fair effort to translate, as well as several visits to the local library and several dives down internet rabbit holes, and even then you suspect he has tried his best to communicate with you. But this language was ancient, older than your most distant ancestors. You hold it in your hands and it thrums with power, pulsing like a heartbeat.

“Ciarán…” You murmur under the lamplight, studying the runes engraved in the stone. They are tiny, chicken scratch etchings that make your head hurt when you look at them; perhaps not entirely due to eye strain. “And… Gorm… Laith…” In your mind swim many forgotten Irish pronunciation lessons, and it takes another google search for you to feel confident enough to address him by his name the next time you meet.

“That’s your name, right? That’s what you were trying to tell me?” You ask him. Again, he looms over you, his armoured figure almost melting into the darkness.

The icy glow of his neck-fire morphs and spits in what you hope is happiness, because you’re actually quite nervous about messing this up in front of him.

“Oh, that’s good…” You sigh, relieved.

That night you acquaint yourself a little more with him, and the next evening he takes you out for another ride. This time not due to necessity, but for leisure. You trot up mountains and through shaded trees of woods, and he reveals to you hidden glades shimmering in moonlight, crowned with mushroom rings.

This is how you begin your friendship with him, though in your heart, you know you want more.

You are quick to welcome him into your home, and in the darker evenings he makes a habit of keeping vigil quietly as you cook dinner (if only for yourself) and fold laundry. You often find yourself rambling to him about your day. It’s very easy to slip into revealing so much about your personal life to him, because he is so stoic and unbothered. You are certain you could mention to him off-hand that you’ve murdered someone and he wouldn’t bat an eyelash. Not that he has them.

Ciarán is a man of scant words, of course. He will stand quite upright, unmoving, for hours on end for you. It is for this reason that you are shocked when he strides across your tiny living room and picks out a book from your dusty, neglected shelf.

“Oh… Yeah, I never actually finished that.” You say.

You have always felt slightly guilty for this, and wonder now if you should give it another try. He cracks it open and presents it to you, gesturing in his elegant way.

“You want me to read it to you?”

By now, you’re well used to interpreting him. He hisses in what you assume to be a ‘yes’ and you shrug your shoulders. You’re a little bewildered, but he crams himself into an armchair that’s far too small for him and you start the book again. This time, it seems far more interesting, maybe because you’re hoping he enjoys it as well. To be honest, it may also be an excuse to keep him here for a while longer. He tends to insist you go to sleep when it’s late, and leaves you.

But it’s difficult not to feel drowsy sometimes, and you do nod off; only to find yourself waking up in bed, snuggly tucked into your cushions. You sit up, and he is nowhere to be seen.

One night, you decide to teach him to write in English.

He isn’t difficult to persuade. If anything, you begin to suspect that he has been trying to ask you to do this for a while, nudging blank sheets towards you and tracing a sharp talon over it. More than once he has poked a hole in the paper this way. You want to kick yourself for not realising this sooner, and lead him eagerly to your sofa to your cluttered mess of stationary and notebooks.

The sight of him holding a tiny pencil between his huge armoured fingers is comical to say the least. You notice that his handwriting is unusual, seemingly wanting to stray back into the esoteric runes and symbols that are more familiar to him. You teach him how to write your name and it becomes his favourite thing to scrawl on his paper, second only to ‘Gormlaith.’

For a while the only other words he can manage are “Hello,” and “Dear to me,” but his terse, broken notes to you grow gradually into more refined passages. Even with simple tools, you find he can construct quite meaningful sentences, rich with surprising emotion. He pens several letters to you, and you scour over them all, one by one, in hopes that you’ll understand him better.

One day you notice he treats one of these letters to you as being of great importance, and when you open it you are astounded to see it is a declaration of love. For you.

“I didn’t think you’d be interested in a human like me…” You stare at your feet, flustered.

For all your overthinking, you haven’t realised how clear his intentions have been all this time. Then, you hear the scratch of a pencil over paper, and he pushes it over to you. You shift and read it over:

“You’re more precious than you know.”

This makes your ears ring. Feeling bold, you bestow a kiss on the cold metal of his gauntlet, and hear a crisp hiss sounding in response. You allow yourself to lean against his chest and sigh, murmuring your acceptance.

From then on, there is an agreement between the two of you: you are his now.

One night you pack up for a picnic in the dark, and he humours you despite his inability to eat. He seems to enjoy your company regardless.

You’ve never known fireflies to live in Ireland, but you have the funny feeling that the tiny glowing orbs that welcome you aren’t lightning bugs. There’s a curious music in the air, like windchimes, and a warm Summer breeze rustles the grass around you. You choose a sheltered patch in the glade to lay down your tartan spread and basket. Gormlaith, still sporting a knitted blanket you had fashioned for her, trots over to a nearby river and laps at the water there, leaving you and Ciarán alone. He curls an arm around you and you lean into him, all cold, sharp metal and fire, but you have never felt so comfortable.

Something strange happens as you spread jam over a slice of bread, and your attention is drawn by your lover pointing off into the distance. You see it, then, a ghostly blue wisp hanging over the marshes shrouded with fog, and almost drop your sandwich. There are more behind and to the sides of you, glowing with ice. You realise they’re surrounding you both now, haunting the bog like death’s lanterns.

You should be used to this sort of thing by now, but to be able to confront it as a real, tangible phenomenon, and not simply the work of an overactive imagination, is always incredibly surreal.

“Is this your doing?” You stare at him accusingly, grinning. He makes no move to confirm it, so you turn back to watch the flowers sway, biting into your sandwich. He is never transparent, and you’d be lying if you said that didn’t bother you sometimes. Even after giving him the tools he needed to tell you all, he remains a great mystery to you.

There’s something wistful about him too, like an old soldier come back from war. You wonder if you’ll ever know him, truly.

Your staring is a little too obvious. He gently touches your cheek with his hand, a soft caress of gauntleted talons. The fire on his neck crackles richly, flaring like he’s admiring you. When you smile and lean into his touch, you see his chest swell proudly.

“Ciarán,” you start, “Could… Could I see you without the armour?”

It’s a loaded question, but you hope he won’t take offence to it. You’re not afraid of him, but you don’t want him to clam up.

His hand comes to stroke your side, and he seems deep in thought for a moment. You’re content to snuggle in closer to him, but then he shifts off the ground. You look up at him questioningly, but he offers you his hand. ‘Come with me,’ he’s saying. Gormlaith trots over on his command, and nudges you.

Ciarán lifts you up with ease and places you on her back. You pat her neck as he mounts, embracing you gently from behind. Your pulse is thick in your ears. You’re thinking you can take this as him allowing you to see him; but not here.

He kicks firmly, and you gallop off.

You shut the door of your bedroom and pull the curtains closed. All is quiet, except for the furnace-like hiss behind you and the beating of your heart.

For a long time, you’ve seen the armour as if it was his own skin, and you almost can’t believe you’re seeing it removed now, clasp by clasp. His gauntlets come off, stiff as if they were frozen, and you see his skin is ashen grey, drab like a corpse’s. Your hands are extended, unsure, but they meet him eagerly. Ciarán allows you to trace an experimental hand across his forearm and up through his collarbone. You see where his head was cleaved from his body, and though it may be a gruesome sight to some, you only wish that you could brush your warm cheek against his, and kiss him there. He clasps your fingers in his and gently rubs your thumb, as if to soothe you against this thought.

He tugs gently at the bands of your clothes and you feel your body shake a little as you shed them and reveal yourself to him. But you’re overwhelmed by want as he touches you, and your embarrassment is quickly away.

He gathers you up and sits down on your bed. It creaks dangerously under his weight, but you cannot think of that now, close as you are, almost melded together. He handles you as if you were his toy, guiding you into his lap. You feel so hot, bunching your hands into his embroidered tunic. You feel your way into his naked chest, finding relief in the cool, solid flesh there.

“I need you…” You sigh breathlessly.

He’s kneading your hips like a cat, almost purring with satisfaction. You think he’s trying to savour the moment, but you can’t help but feel that he enjoys you like this; all desperate and needy. He creeps a hand downward, and your stomach twitches as you feel his palm smooth over it, your heart throbbing as he reaches the inside of your thighs. His movements are achingly slow, and you’re unable to stop yourself from pressing into him.

“Ciarán!”

The deft strokes of his fingers feel mind-numbingly good. You’re shivering with anticipation, brushing softly against his crotch. He’s hard, too. Once he’s satisfied he’s prepared you enough, he draws the strings on his breeches. You swallow at the sight of him, and eagerly position yourself above him. He keeps you still with a firm hold on your thighs, hissing heatedly.

Ciarán finally sinks inside you, and you cry out against him. You’re being stretched like never before. You can tell from his hesitation that he’s being careful not to hurt you, but through the momentary pain you feel white, hot pleasure.

He’s still holding your hips in place to keep you from moving. You whine, torn agonisingly between wanting more and being overwhelmed by sensation. It all feels too good all at once. Ciarán grips your waist and fucks you deeper still, petting your head fondly as a reward for taking him so well. It isn’t long before you’re cumming messily around his cock, almost drooling onto his shoulder.

Ciarán lays your sweaty body down on your pillows, his fire blazing. He’s not done with you yet. That night, he has his way with you until you’re spent and exhausted, and you barely remember falling asleep before you’re wrapped in linen.

In the morning you wake up with a nagging fear pricking at your neck. For so long you have been paranoid; what if your lover is a mere fantasy, an illusion conjured by mist? But you open your eyes, and feel Ciarán’s cool skin against your face and his arms enveloping you.

You stir drowsily, sighing in contentment. It was not a dream. His neck is unlit at first, but it soon crackles to life as you adjust yourself; you have no intention of leaving his embrace. Your thick curtains shield you both from the early morning sun, its pure, golden rays reaching only to the foot of your bed. A soft breeze flutters from the open window, smelling of wildflowers. Outside, you hear the sweet calls of songbirds and the clucking of your beloved chickens.

You lean over to kiss his collarbone, and he rubs a soothing thumb into your naked thigh. It seems he feels no pressing need to move either, drawing the sheets closer to your body, as if to shelter you.

You can feel yourself starting to fall asleep again, and you don’t try to fight it, but doze off contentedly on his chest.

Life certainly doesn’t get any better than this.

(Taglist: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better, @myers-meadow, @solmints-messyocdiary)

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#this is finally done after a month #or almost a month #Thankyou to cy and meadow also for proofreading this for me <3 #Ciarán #🗡️#Ciarán x reader #fic #my writing

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shiro-s2e2-erukinzu · 2 years

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I just watched episode 17 of the Spy X Family, so let's talk about it...! 😎👍

Today's episode covers Mission 25 and Short Mission 5 of the manga and, well... I like the episode, but the thing that throws me off about it is the two chapters they decided to put into this episode... 😅

I mean, already knew that Mission 25 and Short Mission 5 were gonna be in this episode because of the promo from last week, but that doesn't mean I still didn't find it to be an odd choice... I dunno, maybe I'm just weird for being bothered by something so silly in the grand scheme of things...! 🤷

But anyway, I still enjoyed this episode and thought that it was animated great...!! 😁 Especially the stuff with Sylvia and the anime only scenes at the end of the episode!

Now on to the difference!! 👌😄

There wasn't too many changes that I noticed (mainly because there was a lot of scenes that I forgot actually happened in Mission 25, before I went back to check...) except for these two things:

First off, Sylvia's hair for her disguise looks black in the manga, while in the anime it's blonde (even her hat swaps colors):

And secondly, though similar in the anime, this scene of Anya dropping the photo of her family is just so much better and funnier to me in the manga...!

As for dialogue changes, there was only two that noticed as well! 😄

The first being Henderson's response to Becky's "Humans are animals" line... In the anime, he says "Tis true!"; while in the manga he says:

I dunno, I think I prefer what he says in the manga over the anime because it's funnier to me...!! 🤣

And the second being that Jeeves called Desmond brothers Master Dammy and Demmy in the anime, instead of just Master Damian and Demetrius like in the manga:

And like I said before, there was an anime only part that they added at the end of the episode... That of course being this scene with Yor and Yuri:

AND I LOVED IT!!! 😍

It was such a cute addition...!! 😊 I'm glad that they put into the anime (though, it probably would've been a better addition in the previous episode, I ain't complaining...!! 😁)

And that was episode 17 of anime!! It was a fun little episode, even if I was a little nitpicky at the beginning...! 😌 I'm super excited for next week's episode, mainly because a certain someone is finally gonna make their debut in the anime...! 😏

So until next time (or in this case tomorrow), I'll see you all in the next mission...!! BYE!! 👋

#spy x family #sxf #spyxfamily #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #damian desmond #spy x family anime #sxf anime #spyxfamily anime #yuri briar #becky blackbell #sylvia sherwood #spy x family episode 17 #episode review

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notetaeker · 1 year

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Goodbye 2022

@peregrination-studies thank u for the tag! I love love planning and reflecting on the year so this was such a fun tag for me to do

What are things you've grown to like this year?

The process honestly. I've always been impatient when it comes to seeing results but over this year I started to appreciate the process of things? I've always been the type to start a project and then work on this project for 3 days until I'm done and by then I'd get so tired of it or be unsatisfied with the result because it doesn't reflect my tireless 3 days worth of work. But nowadays I start projects, put them away, continue it later, and it's been so enjoyable. I take time to fix any small things I would have ignored in the interest of time, start over if necessary. Just you know, processing it slowly. Instead of rushing toward the result, the experience of whatever it is- is the most important. It's still a work in progress but i think this is one of the things that surprised me the most in myself - the fact that I'm even able to do it. Other things I've grown to like: autumn lol and maybe even winter just a teensy bit.

What are things you've learned this year? Oof a lot of things actually. I think I'll make a list from my journal - Every morning I get to decide how to live my life / what I prioritize - Allah will open doors for you from placed you couldn't imagine - But you have to put in some effort and show you're trying - Living is much easier when you accept it instead of fighting it -Surely as the evening comes after a scorching hot day, so too will respite from whatever you're struggling with, it is the law of the world (the mercy of Allah) and all that was only until June asdlkj let me not make this too long lol maybe I'll make a post on stuff I learned this year

What works did you enjoy this year, be it films, books or other art? Books: The Secret Garden, Born a Crime Movies/Anime: Spy x Family, Julie and Julia, Also I watched all the spiderman movies on some random week like a crazy person Other art: sarah burns studio on youtube and her seascape watercolor paintings. They're so simple but also really beautiful

Is there something you're still looking forward to this year? There's only 2 days left! I was looking forward to buying yarn and I got it yesterday, so excited abt that. I'm hoping to go the beach today or tomorrow and see (sea) the ocean so :') excited for that if it happens (its so cold tho who knows). OH ALSO i wanted to bake cookies for my students for the first day of classes back from break and might make those early so that too ! :D

What would you like to see happening next year? SO MUCH omg - 1. Improve my arabic: I enrolled in an Arabic class because I've literally forgotten so many things so excited abt that. I also signed up for some other islamic studies classes b/c there was a discount so hopefully those are fun too! 2. take more notes !!! I keep reading / listening to such good stuff and telling myself I'll write it down when I have more time later and never doing it D: so next year hopefully I fill up a notebook or smth with those 3. Hopefully get comfortable with traveling / visiting places and then do exactly that 4. D: waiting on the result of my interview for a 2023 internship 5. turn some good deed into an unconscious daily practice. Rn I'm thinking sunnah prayers, because I've kind of dropped off from regularly doing them in the last year :( 6. ART. MORE REGULARLY. like i was doing this year :') im pretty pleased with the amt of art i did this year alhamdulillah

Tagging: @wayfaringmuslimah, @gushuwa, @wecandoit, @frenchiepal @humble-boness, @ckmstudies, @juliistudies, @heliops, @museeofmoon, @iwillsurvivecollege, @learnelle, @caffeinatediaries, @caramelcuppaccino

#tagged #skldjfksf did i write too much lol #oh well 😌

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woobly · 2 years

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SEND THE LOVE . . . 이재현 !

PAIRING. spy! hyunjae x spy! fem reader (bosley! hyunjae) GENRE. fluff, action WARNINGS. graphic, violence, mentions of knives, guns, shooting, and strangling WORD COUNT. 2.6k

𓂋˚˖ A/N. finally back w another written fic! i’ve been watching a lot of charlie’s angels recently (films and tv show) so here’s one based on that ^-^ if you haven’t watched any of the films, you should jk i’ll explain references like “bosley” and “angel” within the fic but just know that bosley = hyunjae :) also let’s pretend it’s new year’s eve (post-edit note: ngl this was so rushed but i wanted to get it off my chest alrdy)

“GOOD MORNING, ANGEL,”

“Good morning, Charlie! Happy New Year’s Eve!”

“Same goes for you both. Bosley, are we ready?”

“One moment, sir,”

“Congratulations on becoming an Angel, Y/N! I’m terribly sorry to be asking you and Bosley to work on a day like this, but opportunity knocks. Don’t worry; it should be a walk in the park for you,” Charlie began as Bosley turned the monitor on and handed you a few papers.

Bosley. The term comes from one of Charlie’s trusted assistants back in the day, John Bosley. Now, it is used as a title and refers to the only rank in the organization one can be promoted to. Bosleys are in charge of training soon-to-be Angels and keeping in touch with Charlie. They sometimes work in the field, usually doing the negotiating and assisting Angels, but ultimately leaving the dirty work to the girls. The only people who know their real names aside from family are Charlie and the Bosleys themselves, so everyone else simply calls them ‘Bosley’.

Angels. The women who make the agency and keep it alive. You are an Angel yourself; Charlie took you under his wing after resigning from the National Police. As an Angel, you work on missions handed by Charlie, putting on a disguise and carrying knives and guns as needed. At first, you were pretty skeptical about the entire setup of working for a man you have never seen, but you decided to put your trust in the one who hired you: Bosley, the very same one whose office you were currently sitting in.

“Since this should be relatively easy for you, you’ll be working alone with Bosley for this one,” You looked up to face the man seated on his chair. He raised his eyebrows teasingly twice, to which you only quietly scoffed as Charlie continued the briefing. “Your target is Cheon Jaehwa, son of the founder of Cheon Industries. We have been monitoring him for a few months, and based on his activity, he has been stealing donations and aid money from the charities and orphanages associated with his father’s company. He holds a New Year’s Eve Party every year, which is where you’re heading later,”

“I see why I’ll be kicking ass instead of grabbing a drink today,”

“We’re going to a party, so you can still drink a little,” Bosley chimed in.

“No thanks. First day on the job. Don’t wanna mess it up,”

“You better get going then, Y/N. Other details will come from Bosley. Good luck, Angel!”

“You look amazing,”

“You really think so? This’ll be easy then,” you nervously giggled as you retouched your makeup using the small mirror on the sun visor of the agency’s car. Once you finished, you turned towards Bosley, catching him already staring at you.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Meet me at the pick-up later. I’ll be right here,” he smiled, easing your nerves a little bit.

You stepped out of the car and walked towards the entrance of the mansion where a pair of guards were already on standby. You showed them the invitation that Bosley provided and entered, already turning a few heads as you walked further into the large home.

“Comm check,”

“Good,”

“Relax, Y/N. You’re doing great,”

“Are you watching me?”

“Of course. Gotta do one last perimeter check,”

You looked up towards one of the security cameras before grabbing a glass of champagne from one of the waiters passing by. You looked around the ballroom-sized hall for your target, but you could only recognize a few celebrities and business people.

“Oh no,”

“Something wrong, Boz?”

“Yeah. Looks like Cheon hired more security tonight than we thought,”

“Oh yeah, I did see one too many guys with guns outside. Do we abort? I’m sure this isn’t the only way to–”

“No, stay where you are. I’ll be right over,”

“You’ll be what? What do you mean you’ll be right over? Boz?”

“I thought you weren’t gonna drink,” Your body suddenly tensed as you felt a hand on your lower back, causing you to almost attack the man had you not recognized his voice. You whipped your head towards Bosley and slightly stumbled backward at how close his face was to yours.

“Boz, you– How are you wearing a tux?”

“You never know when you need to crash a party,” He smiled as you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. ”Looks like I needed it anyway,” You looked away from him, your nerves greatly relaxing from his presence, but when you looked back at him and actually took in the man’s appearance, they started to act up again; you’re not sure it was first-day jitters anymore.

“First day and you’re already distracted,” he whispered right next to your ear and elbowed him lightly as you both fall into a quiet fit of giggles.

Once you have finally relaxed and scanned the room again, you finally spotted the host and man of the night. “Cheon. 10 o’clock,”

He looked in the direction you were referring to and took a deep breath in before raising his elbow for you to hold and motioning you toward your target.

“Alright, just follow my lead,”

You took in a few deep breaths as you both slowly walked to the other side of the room. As you approached the man slightly sticking out like a sore thumb, your grip on Bosley’s arm tightened, which does not go unnoticed.

“Mr. Cheon,”

The man glanced in your direction and excused himself from the guests he was speaking to. “Yes, hello!” He took a good look at Bosley, obviously trying to come up with a name but failing, as he shook his hand. “And you are?”

“Hyun—” You turned towards Bosley as he abruptly stopped and his body tensed up, but quickly gained back his composure. “... Jae. Bosley. But you can just call me Bosley. From Boz Enterprises,”

He placed the hand he used to shake hands with Cheon on your hand which was currently holding on to his arm while the man opposite you squinted his eyes and slowly nodded. “Okay … Mr. Bosley,”

He then switched his attention towards you and smiled, to which you quickly thrust your free hand forward. “Y/N Y/L/N. Secretary,”

He took your hand and shook it for an uncomfortably long period of time while staring and smiling at you, which Bosley thankfully noticed.

“I would like to discuss business with you,”

You quickly retracted your hand the moment he let go, and he sowly returned his attention back to Bosley.

“What kind of business?”

“I would prefer if we talked in private,”

Cheon simply stared at him as if contemplating his offer. After a while, he finally spoke up again.

“Alright, I’ll see you in my office in 10 minutes,” He put on an obviously fake smile and ordered one of his guards to guide you both to his office.

After you have made sure that the man was out of earshot, you whispered teasingly to the one whose arm you were still holding on to, “Hyunjae Bosley?”

He sighed and closed his eyes for a second as you both followed behind the guard. “Pretend you never heard that,”

You don’t listen to him and kept going. “Is that your real name?”

“I am not obliged to answer that question,” he said as he kept his eyes trained forward.

“So it is then!” You smiled and quickly scanned the hall you were walking in, noticing the expensive-looking chandeliers and decorations you were passing by. “I guess someone’s more nervous than I am,”

“If you tell anyone else, I’ll—”

“You’ll what, Hyunjae?” You turned towards him again and smiled cheekily, earning a glare from him, which could not intimidate you even if he tried harder. “People make mistakes, it’s okay,” You giggled as you pat his arm in faux comfort.

The guard then turned toward a pair of doors and opened one of them for you to enter. When you both stepped into the room, you looked around and took a mental note of the security cameras and sharp or heavy-looking objects that could be used as weapons.

Both of you took a seat on one of the couches, and as if reading your mind, Hyunjae whispered in your ear, “I’ve taken care of the cameras,” to which you merely nodded.

Two guards then entered and stood on separate corners of the room near the door. After a few minutes, the doors opened again to another pair of guards and Cheon trailing behind them.

You and Hyunjae quickly stood upon their entrance, your nerves rising once again every step closer they took.

“Take a seat,” Cheon said as he sat on the opposite couch.

You tried paying attention to their conversation, nodding every once in a while and laughing when they do, but you were too focused on your next move. You did notice that the man in front of you kept glancing at you, obviously wanting to talk to you but Hyunjae was too busy talking. So the moment he was about to ask you a small-talk question, you don’t even let him. “I’m sorry, but where is your restroom?”

Slightly taken aback, he takes a second to respond before telling you that the guard outside can lead you.

You smiled and quickly stood up, facing Hyunjae and giving him a small nod before leaving the room. The guard took you to the restroom and stood by the door as you pretended to use the toilet and washed your hands.

Before leaving, you took out the fake Altoids tin you hid under your dress and picked up one of the circular stickers, making sure you did not touch the wrong side. You took a deep breath and quickly swung the door open, surprising the guard and placing the sticker on his neck, causing him to faint and fall to the ground. You then pulled him inside the bathroom, making sure that you did not make too much noise.

Once you made sure that the guard would not be waking up any time soon, you go out and walked around, looking for any other guards present. When you make a turn and spot one, you put on an innocent smile and approached him.

“Ma’am, you’re not supposed to be here,”

“Oh, I was just looking for the restroom? This place is really big, so I was hoping you could take me there?”

He took a while to agree, but when his back was finally facing you, you took the chance to take another sticker and placed it on the back of his neck. Just like the guard earlier, you dragged the unconscious man towards the closest room and left him there.

When you’ve made sure that there were no guards close enough to Cheon’s office, you called Hyunjae’s attention.

“Boz, you’re up,”

You finally started paying attention and actually digested the conversation he and Cheon were having, which you have actually been hearing the entire time because of your comms. To your not-so-surprise, Cheon was rambling on about his most recent golf outing before Hyunjae cut him off in order to talk about “business”.

“I don’t want to keep you here long; I know you have a party to attend to, so I’ll just cut to the chase,” Hyunjae’s voice slowly lowered in pitch. “I understand that you are expected to take over your father’s company any time soon, which is coincidentally working on a revolutionary product that could make a significant breakthrough in the scientific community,”

“How do you—”

Although you can’t see him, you could tell that Hyunjae had a smirk plastered on his face. “And I just want a little piece of it. In return, we will be taking the money from your father’s charities and orphanages,”

Deafening silence envelops the room, feeling the tension rise quickly even from the outside.

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave,”

“But we haven’t made a deal yet,”

A faint sigh can be heard from Hyunjae’s side, most likely from Cheon.

“Who are you, exactly?”

“Me?” Hyunjae taunted as he slowly stood up and reached for his pocket. “I’m just the decoy,”

You shoved the doors open and drew your gun toward the guard on your right, shooting him in the leg. Turning toward your left, you shot the hand of the guard on the opposite side, knowing he had already drawn his own gun.

In your peripheral vision, Hyunjae had already hand-cuffed your target to the legs of the coffee table and was busy taking on the guards behind him.

Returning your full focus to the guard in front of you, you tried punching him in the face, but he was too quick and kept blocking your blows. You then quickly switched to kicking him in his genital area, causing him to bend over in pain. You took the opportunity and finally knocked him out.

As if on cue, Hyunjae called your attention from the other side of the room where he was being strangled with a cable wire. Not wanting to prolong the pain any longer, you resorted to shooting the guard in the arm.

You first ensured that your target was still cuffed to the table before running over to Hyunjae.

“Are you okay?” You helped him up and gently gripped his face with one hand, slightly moving it to the side to check on his neck.

“Of course, I am,” he reassured you as he held your hand that was holding his face. “But you’re gonna have to kiss it later,”

You scoffed as a smile graced his face, letting him go before approaching the man on the floor.

“Who are you?”

“You are in the presence of an angel,” Hyunjae said as you chuckled and cuffed Cheon’s wrists together.

“Boz, what about the guests?”

“Oh, let them have their fun. I’ve called for backup,”

As the three of you exit through one of the back entrances of the mansion, you are met with other girls, presumably other Angels of the agency. You finally relaxed and sighed in contentment for the first time that night as you watched Cheon being taken toward one of the cars.

“Well, that’s an interesting way to end my year,”

“You’re gonna have more of those if you last long,” You turned towards Hyunjae who was standing beside you. “But we still have a few minutes left. Care to join me inside?”

“I would love to,”

He then signaled one of the Angels before taking his arm out once again for you to take.

“So, Hyunjae,” Giving up on you, he simply chuckled at the name you used. “What’s your New Year’s Resolution?”

“At first, it was ‘not getting myself killed’, but now I think I’m gonna have to change it to ‘legally changing my name’.”

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