#((Anya getting into trouble while helping her papa's missions

[yorprincess]

“i was so scared.” — from Anya!!

HARD-TO-FIND HURT / COMFORT SENTENCE STARTERS.

TO THE RESCUER: "I was so scared."

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Yor was going to have to have a very serious talk with Loid about the safety of his daughter when they got home. The little girl had a habit of running off at the oddest times and trouble either found her or she found trouble.

This time, though, it had happened right under Yor's nose.

They had gone to the park that afternoon with Bond under the pretense of both Anya and Bond getting some exercise and meeting some other dogs and their families. Developing relationships with others in the neighborhood would be a great idea and probably would help ease some of the idle talk about the Forgers that her husband was always worried about.

In hindsight, that concern seemed trivial.

There were several small families, kids, and some elder folks in the park, enjoying the nice autumn weather with their canine companions. Anya and Bond were both advised to stay where she could see them both before Yor sent them off to play. She smiled as she watched the two frolic in the grass, chasing and being chased by other dogs and kids, laughing, barking... being happy.

And watching Anya enjoy this peace filled her with contentment. A reminder that this is what she wanted for the girl, just like she had always wanted it for Yuri.

"HEY! STOP RIGHT THERE!" A commanding male voice yelled, drawing the attention of the adults nearby, Yor turned to look with them.

A trio of men in police uniforms was chasing after a fourth man who was sprinting ahead of them. At first glance, she couldn't tell why he was being chased, but considering the police were involved...it probably wasn't good. He was clutching a brown bag to his chest and pushing people out of his way rather than going around them.

Yor moved towards where she had last seen Anya and Bond...only the two weren't there!

Her ruby red eyes widened and searched the area... only to see Anya mounted on Bond like a fluffy horse and charging right for the alleged criminal. "ANYA!" She screamed.

But it was too late.

Whatever her daughter and dog were planning on doing to help... it must have backfired. The man dropped the bag, pulled out a gun, and grabbed the pink-haired girl from the hound, kicking him away, before turning to face the police officers. "One step more," He growled. "And I'll blow her head off."

Yor's heart stopped in her chest, her eyes zeroing in on her daughter and her terrified expression. The gun barrel was pressed a little too hard into her temple.

And she was whimpering.

"Mama!" The soft voice carried over the distance as if all other sounds but Anya's voice had suddenly been cut off.

Yor saw red.

Without her mind's consent, her body surged forward. She became a shadow, a living nightmare, the Thorn Princess out in the sunshine. She didn't carry her stilettos, but that was no matter. Her body was a weapon just as much as the golden thorns she wielded. Before anyone had a chance to react, she was beside the man, launching him away with an unrestrained strike to the side of his head.

"Don't you dare," She growled ferociously. "Touch my daughter!"

Her hands grabbed Anya and held her close, her red eyes turning to look around for any additional threat - be that another criminal or the police officers who stared in open jaw horror (or amazement in one of their cases, though Yor honestly wasn't sure about that).

All was silent for several seconds until Anya cried out again.

"AHHHHH! MAMA! I WAS SO SCARED!"

Everyone began to move after that.

Yor turned her gaze to the little girl, her expression easing from murderous to distressed and finally to comforting. She pressed the girl into her shoulder and rubbed her back. "It's alright, Anya. I'm here. Everything will be alright, you're safe."

The officer in the lead gestured for the two still slack-jawed to apprehend the suspect and there were murmurs all around as conversation started up again in the park. It was only then that Yor realized just what she had done... and how much it would probably impact the Forger name as a result.

"Ma'am," a voice greeted and she looked up to see the third officer before her. He tapped his hat at her and gave her a professional smile and she braced herself for some sort of reprimand.

After all, ordinary civilians didn't get involved in police pursuits.

Anya's fingers curled around the front of her mother's coat, her green eyes wide on the man's face.

"Thank you very much for your assistance in helping apprehend the suspect," he said instead, causing Yor's neck to audibly pop as it shot up to meet his gaze. "Not many people would have done what you did and without you, someone may have gotten hurt."

"I...Um... well..." She began, caught off guard and embarrassed.

"Captain!" One of the other officers' called, drawing the man's attention. "A little help, sir!"

The officer - Captain - let out a soft sigh before turning his attention momentarily towards his subordinates. "Coming!" He turned back to Yor and Anya. "Ma'am, miss. Listen to your mother, little one, and next time run away from the danger, not towards it." he tipped his hat once more after giving Anya a hard look and walked away.

There was a firmness in his voice that denoted authority and hopefully, Anya would heed it.

"We are going to have a serious conversation with your father when he gets home," Yor stated calmly. "You scared me as well. Please..." Her voice broke as she hugged the girl a little closer. "I don't know what I would do if you got hurt, Anya. Please don't run off like that anymore..."

[connoisseursdecomfort]

The thin line between Waku Waku and danger - what awaits Anya after ch.94?

[Manga spoiler alert]

Anya. The baby of the story. The star of the show. The leader of the Twiyor ship (she even created the slogan "Chichi to haha icha icha".) The telepath. The gremlin. The peanut. The heh.

In SxF, we saw how she forged the Forgers, how she fortified her friendship with Becky and Damian, as well as Emile and Ewen, and how she improved academically. It all started because she found it to be waku waku to have Twilight to be her father.

Same reason for choosing Yor to be her mother:

Of course, I love her for doing that. But there is no denying that she's drawn to danger. She likes it to be exciting. She wants to be the hero. And we all do. We, like Anya, like things to be waku waku.

It is good for the audience. But is it good for Anya?

Not really. Slowly but surely, Endo is revealing to us how it would affect Anya.

She thinks it is waku waku to have a spy and an assassin as parents because she is obsessed with Spy Wars. It is totally understandable for people to be want to imitate the cool characters on TV, and it is mentioned once again in Ch.94.

But it's something more than that. Loid being the top spy and Yor being the top assassin gives us a feeling that no matter what they will save her, and more importantly, they will be able to save her.

In the first chapter, her desire to make the spy work more waku waku has got her into trouble. Twilight rescues her, all ends well. In Chapter 7 she gets into trouble again, and Yor rescues her.

We have a sense of security that the Forger parents will do anything to get their baby back. And while that's VERY true (that's not up for debate - sorry), it also gives Anya the sense of security that she could maybe play with fire a bit more. So in Short Mission 1 we see her deliberately holding onto the bad guy's clothes, trying to get Yor to help. And Yor saves her and kicks the bad guy's ass.

Nonetheless, I should specify that Anya doesn't only want waku waku only for the sake of it although she does gloat over her successes. She understands that she needs to be careful, both in the doggy crisis arc and the cruise arc. But she still runs towards danger because she wants to help.

We already know she would do anything to keep the family together because of her love for her parents and also her abandonment issue especially when it comes to Operation Strix. That includes running towards a building that is going to explode in the doggy crisis arc and heading to the front deck where Yor is fighting with other assassins in the cruise arc. She has a good reason wanting to get involved, and she always succeeds too.

But that isn't all. She actually sees how her parents work towards their goals tirelessly.

That, of course, has something to do with what Endo chooses to focus on when it comes to the jobs of spies and assassins. He doesn't actually focus on the waku waku part that much (which has been one of the most common complaints). Literally in the first chapter, Endo has already shown us what the nature of spy work is - It can be freaking boring.

Same with the assassins' work.

One could even argue that Endo is deconstructing the images of spies and assassins in popular culture. While it is still waku waku for us and for Anya to see them working as spies and assassins, most of the time it is just a job for Loid and Yor. That means we AND Anya also see how tired they are after they've finished their jobs.

But why? If their jobs are ruthless and even thankless, why did they do it? The answers have been given in the cruise arc and ch.62. And for Anya who has been with them for quite some time now, she is inspired by their goals.

Anya wants to do good. Just like her papa and mama. And I think this is probably a good time to revisit the bus arc, particularly this moment:

Other children are thinking how their parents would come and save them. When Anya thinks about her parents, what would she think about?

Is it her parents' goal(s) - to make the world a better place?

Or is it the fact that she has always been the one actively doing something in order to save people, just like how she saves her parents and keeps her family together?

Even in the movie trailer, we see Anya desperately trying to help despite being all tied up.

The bus arc is also when the adults starts to scold her for being reckless.

It is not really the first time they've seen her being reckless. In the doggy crisis arc, Anya is told not to wander off.

Twice.

And even the childcare lady told her the same thing in the cruise arc:

But before it can be brushed off as kids having a tendency to wander off. But it is becoming more and more clear to the Forger parents that it seems to be something even more serious.

Endo is definitely dropping hints here, no?

It reminds me of what Loid told Bond:

This applies to everyone in the Forger family. Yor in the cruise arc. Loid in the mole arc. And Anya in the bus arc.

Anya has learned so many things in the process. Her grades have improved. She has learnt to read the clock. She has to try to write something that is readable so she can eat the gifts from Damian. But it seems she hasn't learned the most important thing yet.

PS Meanwhile, Bond went from not knowing how to play in the dog park

to suggesting an alternative game to Anya in Ch.94

Bond is best boi \o/

[open-your-eyes-and-mind]

Ich bin ein Berlinter

Original Upload (AO3)

Published 10/24/2022 - 2,273 words - COMPLETED

Summary:

"His mind felt clouded, almost full, he couldn’t think but he also couldn’t fully focus on the task at hand, it was a troubling feeling, Twilight did not like it." "His eyes felt heavy, like they were being dragged down, he stared down at his pan, however unable to focus on it"

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OR

Loid faints in his kitchen, seemingly randomly

Notes:

See Closing Remarks

Ich Bin Ein Berlinter

Twilight paused before his door,using that moment to compose himself. Taking stock of his body, noting every minute detail.

His throat felt cold and sharp, no doubt from the intense sprinting he had done in the chilly night air. He felt the dried sweat on his hairline and what settled into the deeper parts of his face. He could still somewhat feel his heartbeat in his ears, and struggled to get his keys out of his pocket, his hands shaking from the spike in his blood pressure, the side effects of a particularly trying mission, direct from the handler.

He took a deep breath, tracking the air as it scratched past his throat and into his lungs, allowing it to fill every part of his chest before drawing it back out. He pulled out a handkerchief to dab the sweat from his face. Rubbing into the salt deposits that were left behind. He attempted to clear his throat, however all that came up was a dry cough. As he unlocked the door and stepped through the threshold, he became Loid Forger once more.

“Hello, I’m home!”, he announced to the house.

Yor stood up from an unseen couch and responded, “Welcome back! How was work?”

“It went well with the exception of a patient who became a bit violent near the end,” Loid said, making an excuse to cover up whatever exhaustion still showed on his body, not wanting to expend the extra effort to push it down more than he already has.

Yor sauntered over to help remove his coat and hat. He basked in the relief after the heavy article was removed from his form, allowing the comparatively cool air to somewhat heal his fatigued body. 

Realizing he had not heard from Anya yet he strided down the hall to the sitting room, where Yor had just come from. As he rounded the corner he saw Anya hunched over the coffee table gripping a crayon in a tight fist, making indecipherable scribbles on a paper in front of her.

 It took a moment for her focus to break long enough to notice Loid, however when she did, she immediately dropped her crayon onto the table and toddled over to Loid, wrapping her arms around his shins,

“Welcome back Papa!” she cried out,

“Good evening Anya,” Loid answered, bending slightly to put a hand on her back, doing his best to hug her back despite not being able to move his legs.

Anya looked up at his face, still gripping his legs in a bear hug, and held a blank expression for a moment, almost like he was listening to him despite him not saying anything. It was an odd habit she maintained but Loid could never find a good reason to correct it.

Suddenly she broke from his legs and announced “Papa! I’m Hungry!”, in that assertive voice she always put on after that look on her face.

Loid smiled warmly, as Yor remarked behind him, “It is about time for dinner, I’ll get it started”,

Loid turned and nodded to her, “I’ll help as well, allow me to wash up”

Within minutes they were both busy in the kitchen, enjoying their individual tasks. Yor efficiently chopped vegetables at the cutting board and Loid tended to a loud and sizzling pan. 

Loid allowed his mind to wander while he waited for the vegetables in his saute, reflecting on the mission he had just returned from. It went well, for the most part, things got somewhat messy towards the end. He glanced down at his knuckles on the hand that was grasping the pan, and noting that they were no longer red. He briefly recalled the scene of chasing the target through the darkened streets and alleys, and then… and then what.

His mind felt clouded, almost full, he couldn’t think but he also couldn’t fully focus on the task at hand, it was a troubling feeling, Twilight did not like it.

He suddenly became aware of the heat on his face, at first he assumed it was from the heat of the pan, but it began to spread. Starting on the bridge of his nose and under his eyes. The breath out of his nose felt hot, almost burning his upper lip. Then the heat spread to his forehead and the apples of his cheeks. His eyes felt heavy, like they were being dragged down, he stared down at his pan, however unable to focus on it. He ceased tossing the vegetables and held still, and his jaw slacked open slightly.

His ears felt full, like they were stuffed with a heavy cotton, also like they were being dragged down, and he became aware of his pulse in them. The sizzling of the pan grew louder, and louder, until it was a white noise like television static, and all other sounds were drowned out.

Yor turned around when she noticed that Loid had stopped moving, “Is something the matter Loid?” she asked, half expecting him to tell her to cut the onions or the peppers finer, but strangely, he didn’t. In fact, he didn’t even seem to realize she said anything.

Loid stood there, unable to lift his eyes, or hear anything but the noise of cooking food. As he stared down, his field of view became smaller, darkness inching into the edges of his vision. He felt so far away.

Suddenly he was facing Yor, did he turn around? Was he facing her before? His vision went black. His knees made an impact with the floor, he didn’t even realize he was falling. Yor yelled something, something too distant to hear, and he just barely heard a noise that sounded like metal clanging, and then he was gone.

He was against the wall, a fiery headed woman towering over him, arms folded.

“You won’t defend anyone with those sloppy blocks, agent,” She commanded, lending a hand to him. He reached out to take it, but the gloved hand grabbed it before he could complete the movement.

And then he was back in the kitchen. His eyes were open but fluttering and he could move them once more. Moved his eyes from staring at the middle distance in the direction of the tiled floor to Yor’s face, that was pushed close to his own. His jaw was slack, but was stalk still as he looked into Yor’s eyes, as was the same for the rest of his body. It was so very heavy, so much so that the idea of moving didn’t even come to him. 

“Loid,” she said, “Loid are you okay?”, maintaining an expression of deep worry,

He didn’t answer, didn’t even think to. 

Slowly his senses returned to him, he could feel his back against the oven, and his shoulders that were hunched in. He looked around the floor, how did he get there? There was an upturned pan beside them both, with half cooked vegetables scattered on the tile. 

“Loid,” Yor repeated

In that moment a single thought formed in his mind, and he declared it as soon as it took shape, “I fainted”

Yor nodded, he became aware of the hand on this shoulder. 

He put a hand to his forehead, trying to clear the fog from his mind, his hand was warm, his head pounded.

There was an impact at his side, “PAPAAAA!” Anya cried out, a little too close to his ear.

He put a hand on her head, and with both Anya and Yor there he started to feel grounded once more. Only for the hand to shoot to his head, when a stabbing headache set in.

He grasped both his temples, his hands uncomfortably warm, eyes screwed shut. 

Yor said something he didn’t catch and he felt his back touch the cool tile. Here was movement next to his face, and a small current of air hit it, and before he knew it a moist towel was on his forehead, he was starting to lose the moments between these events when a hand grabbed his own, which was resting on his chest. 

“Is that better Loid,” a voice announced through the darkness,

Loid latched onto it and pulled himself back into consciousness once more, nodding in the affirmative.

He reached up with his other hand to massage the bridge of his nose, and did his best to connect his thoughts.

He most certainly passed out, which has unfortunately become a rather common occurrence, or at least the dizziness was common. However it was normally after a shock, like when Anya brought home a second tonitrus bolt, but he was just making dinner? and in pretty high spirits. He had no clue what could have caused him to lose consciousness so quickly and that thought came with a particular dread. 

There was so much to do, the success of operation strix was constantly unsure, he had to make sure Anya studied enough, but it was never enough. His missions, each so integral to nationwide peace, he couldn’t afford to screw up a single one of them. His job, his fake job, keeping up appearances there and with his neighbors, constantly trying to quiet their suspicions. 

He simply didn’t have the time to be worrying about his health, but now he is fainting so frequently that it is becoming a pattern, that simply was not an option. So many people were relying on him, so many lives were relying on him, world peace was-

“Loid,” Yor’s voice cut through his thoughts, “You still don’t look well, would you like some water?”

He made a grunting noise of agreement, he knew he wasn’t in danger of losing consciousness, but it was still difficult to keep himself in the moment, he kept getting lost in his thoughts, yet he couldn’t remember what he was just thinking about.

Two firm hands, and two smaller ones, assisted him into a sitting position, he felt the rag that was previously resting on his forehead fall into his hands, and he began to fold in on himself, he lost the seconds before a hand grabbed his and wrapped it around a cold glass.

“Here,” Yor’s kind voice said to him, assisting him in lifting the glass to his lips.

He took a few messy sips before lowering the glass back to his lap. He held the water in his mouth, allowing it to wet his tongue, which felt like a dry piece of fabric, before finally swallowing it with a great effort. The small bit of water felt like a rock sliding down his throat. However the coldness was still able to pull him back to reality somewhat.

Light hit his eyes, he didn’t even know they were shut, he saw Yor kneeling on the floor in front of him, still with that worried expression on her face. He looked to his right slightly and saw a comically worried Anya standing there, tears forming in her eyes,

“Papaaa!! I’m sowwy did I do someting bad?” She cried out, slightly too loud, “Papa only faimts when I’m bad! Was I bad Papa?” 

Loud shook his head, “No Anya, you did nothing wrong,” he let out a small sigh, “I’m just tired is all”

Yor cocked her head slightly, wordless asking if that was the truth, Loid closed his eyes and gave an assuring nod, although he didn’t believe it himself.

“I’d like to sit on the couch, if you don’t mind,” he started again.

Yor wordlessly adjusted her position to one that could lift him up, taking his arm and putting it over her shoulders and using her other arm to support his back. Loid grabbed the counter above him and with a heave they both got him to his feet. Although he leaned on Yor a little more than he wanted to. His legs felt light, like they weren’t there, and he stumbled a few times walking down the short hallway to the sitting room. 

He slid off Yor’s arm and onto the couch, his body begged him to lay down but his mind told him to stay sitting up. He set his elbows on his knees and rested his forehead on his interlocked hands, and closed his eyes, only reopening them when he heard the clatter of a plate on the coffee table in front of him. Dreading the fact that he lost the time between sitting down and dinner being made. 

“Did you fall asleep sitting up?” Yor said to him, still with a hand on the plate of freshly made dinner, distinctly missing the onions and peppers Loid had dropped, “Maybe you should head to bed…” 

“I’ll be alright, besides, Anya needs to study,” he said, surveying the lack of school papers on the coffee table.

“I can handle all that for tonight, you need to rest,” Yor tucked a stray piece of hair back into place, and set down a fresh glass of water. 

Before Loid could answer, the couch cushion beside him sank down, he looked over to see Anya, clumsily holding a plate.

“Anya will eat with Papa today,” She said with a smirk

Soon enough Yor was setting down a third plate on the opposite side of Anya, “I’ll eat here as well, surely it isn’t bad manners to sit on the couch for dinner tonight,” She smiled.

Loid looked at both of them, on either side of him, supporting him, 

“Yes, I suppose I could turn in early tonight,” 

He pushed his hair out of his face and picked up his fork to start eating.

To start eating with his family.

Closing Remarks:

I wrote this to experiment with a new technique of writing. I tried to write the most vivid and immersive descriptions of feelings in the body with the intention of grounding the reader. For the people who like to read to fall asleep, it's meant to relax them :) Let me know if it worked

Of course it had to be whump though because it's all I write

(Also the title is a pun, it doesn't mean much unless you REALLY read into it)

Reblogs and Likes always appreciated <3

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[96percentdone]

Okay, I already made like. three posts about twiyor and confessions (of the romantic and occupational variety), but I saw a meme drawing of Anya and her father, and it has me thinking about how Anya gets exposed.

Now, I don't think she's going to do the morse code thing again. The first time was already traumatic for her, a lesson learned the hard way. But like...Anya meddles so fucking much, and she's not even especially good at it, because she's like. five. No five-year-old is good at subterfuge. One of these days she's going to do something to help Twilight that will cause more trouble than it won't. It'll get him a little too close to compromised for the last time, and it'll click. The thing connected to all those close calls, all the strange pointers, the incomprehensible behavior—it all comes back to Anya.

Now, for the sake of Drama™, Twilight will have this realization when she's not around him. Because it's Twilight, he might honestly consider the possibility that Anya is counterintelligence, and he's been had. Extra likely since he's learned about the experiments Ostania has done, and Anya has an enormous gap in her records, and this man chronically overthinks things. (Bonus points if he gets intel alluding to Ostania doing shit like this in the future). Maybe she keeps fucking up tests and getting bolts as sabotage. Anya will suddenly look extremely suspicious, and even thinking that way will hurt.

Twilight is a master of deception, to the point he routinely lies to himself about the growing affection he feels for Anya and Yor. But Twilight deals with adult women all the time in his missions, fake romances included. Keeping himself in check there is easier than it is with the small child who has wormed her way into his heart and has no intent to leave. It hurts to the point he can't even successfully lie to himself about why it does. Betrayal sucks. But what is he supposed to do? He can tell Handler he's been compromised, and he suspects it's Anya herself, but then what? Will she be taken prisoner? Killed? He stops moments before sending the communication. This is something he has to see for himself.

Once he gets home, Anya's excited "Papa!" dies as soon as she gets a glimpse of the thoughts running through his mind. Twilight expected several things, but it wasn't Anya suddenly crying the moment she lays eyes on him. There's no way she can know that he figured her out, right? But there she is bawling, "I'm sorry! Please don't get rid of me!"

That's a strange reaction. How could she already have cottoned on to that this fast? While his thoughts race, Anya is still bawling, and apologizing incoherently. Bond trots over, his furry face unable to decide which of them to look at, and shortly after Yor follows, asking, "Miss Anya, what's wrong?"

"I...I'm not sure," Twilight says. That's not even a lie. "Let me take her to her room. I think she wants to talk to me."

"Can I help at all?" Yor looks lost, and worried, but Twilight can't have her involved in this.

"I'll take care of it. If you could order dinner for us, that would be great. And take Bond for a walk."

"Okay."

In her own room, Anya is much quieter, although fat tears still roll out of her eyes at a breakneck pace. "Are you going to get rid of me?"

How is he supposed to answer that? Even if she's counterintelligence, she's still a child. Interrogating her without solid proof could just traumatize an innocent little girl. It depends? Is she a spy?

"I'm not a spy!" Anya says, before he even says one word.

.....Okay. That's suspicious. He didn't even say anything, and she's already defensive. Well, she is still a child. Maybe the pressure all got to her.

"I'm not a spyyy!!!!" she insists, banging her tiny fists on her bed.

"I didn't say anything." What kind of scenario is this? Nowhere in training do they prepare you for possibly interrogating a small child.

"You thought it! You think Anya is a spy!" Seconds after she says it, her eyes go wide. Like she said something she shouldn't have. Maybe it's because she showed her hand too soon? "Now you'll really get rid of me...."

Okay, Twilight, one step at a time. He's been playing the role of Father, and right now it seems more dire to keep that up than ever. "I'm not getting rid of you," at least not until I know for certain. Anya starts hiccuping again. "Now, what's this about you being a spy?"

"I'm not a spy!"

"So you've said, but nobody called you one." Not out loud, anyway. "What brought this on?"

"Papa still thinks I'm a spy," Anya says, her hands pressed against her ears, and her eyes squeezed shut.

Huh? Twilight can't keep up with this conversation at all, nor her inexplicable actions. "Why would I--"

"Papa's a liar." Anya curls up into a ball, her hands not once leaving her ears. "Even when you think Anya is a spy, you won't say it."

Honestly, at this point, Twilight isn't sure he's thinking at all. This conversation has well exited his control, and yet Anya is going in circles with it. That's not good spy behavior. Or even spy behavior. Maybe he's wrong about this entire hypothesis, but that just makes her behavior up until now, and especially now, even stranger.

Twilight takes a deep breath. One...two...three. "Anya. Why are you so sure I think you're a spy?"

"Because you keep thinking it."

Again with the circles. "Yes, but why do you think I think that?"

"Because I can hear you think that, be--" she hiccups, "because I'm a tellypath."

A what.

"A tellypath," Anya repeats, like asked that out loud.

Maybe it showed on his face. Of all the stories he's been fed, this one is a whole other level.

"It's not a story," she says. "I can hear people's thoughts."

Is she toying with him?

She shuffles around, finally taking her hands off her now red ears and holds out a stuffed toy. "Um...Mr. Chimera says hello."

Huh? Another sigh. "Anya, is this a new game?"

She shakes her head. "I'm a tellypath. I can prove it."

"How?"

"Just think something! I'll say it!"

Anything? Well, if she is a spy, she probably has intel on him, meaning she wouldn't have to mind-read to know it.

Anya whines. "You think too loudly! Just pick something a spy can't know, even with all the cool spy stuff you keep in the weird box in your room!"

This strategy makes no sense, Twilight thinks, for what's probably the seventieth time in the past 20 minutes. Something he wouldn't have said or hinted to as Loid; something even a spy wouldn't know, huh? Well guarded and well kept, like an unspoken emotion. A motivation. The reason he became a spy is known only to himself; it's something he only remembered when Anya came into his life.

Anya smiles, for the first time since he got home. Finally, she stopped crying. "You want to make a world where kids don't have to cry. From war. Or. Bad guys who take children." She twirls the arms of Mr. Chimera still in her hands. "Did you really forget before you bought me?"

"Don't phrase it like that," Twilight says on instinct. Where does she learn this stuff? But then, given what just happened—she knew—maybe she's learned it from him. She's learned so many things from him, things he's never said out loud before. "But yes I did."

"Wow...." Anya says. She smiles for the first time this evening. "I'm the most special girl ever."

"You appear to be the only telepath, yes," Twilight says, and he's deflecting from admitting the truth to her words, or the warmth it brings him, and he knows it, and maybe Anya also knows it, so he ruffles her hair and hopes she doesn't call him on it.

Mercifully, she yawns. All the crying seems to have caught up to her, because she flops onto her side in her bed and hugs Mr. Chimera, still in her arms. "Papa?"

"Yes?"

"Are you going to get rid of me?" Although she can barely keep them open, there's transparent fear shivering in her eyes.

He will not lie to her. If what she said is true, there wouldn't be much point. There are still things he has to check, things he has to confirm, several unanswered questions, and Anya quivers.

A breath, exhaled. Decision made. "No," he says. "I'm not." He made that decision when he chose not to tell Handler.

Finally, Anya relaxes; the tension evaporates from her small body, and her eyes shut for good. She's asleep. If everything turns out to be true, she likely needs an actual psychiatrist. He'll have to look into that later. For now, he pulls the blanket out from under her and over her tiny shoulders. "I'll wake you up when it's time for dinner."

[tare-anime]

A story about the journey of Pirate Captain Anya in finding her most valuable treasure. A Pirate AU (?) :P  (AO3)

Don’t forget to check this magnificent Pirate Captain Anya art by @honeycloverbee

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The sun set high in the blue summer sky. A perfect day to sail on the Black Beauty. The wind picked up the pace, and it made the Jolly Roger flapped proudly on top of their main mast.  

The captain of the ship, a girl with pink hair wearing traditional pirate headgear, an eyepatch, pirate robe, hook in her hand, black leather pants, and cute boots. She whistled cheerfully while steering the Black Beauty through the ocean. 

Suddenly, her first mate, a tall blond man shouted, "Land ahoy!! 9 o'clock!!"

"Aye!!" Anya Forger, the captain yelled back, "Nice job there, inmate!!"

"First mate! Or just… 'mate'" the blond man, Loid Forger, rolled his eyes, corrected the term, and slid down from the crows nest.

“We’re close to the treasure island, mate! As my magic compass now starts to glow!” The captain was brimming. 

“Aye!” First mate Loid answered unenthusiastically. 

Suddenly the bright sky turned dark, as the sun was covered with thick heavy thunderstorm clouds. The wind blew harder, and the Black Beauty tried her best to roam the raging sea.

“Stay strong, mate!! We’re so close to our treasure!” 

The captain tried her best to steer the Black Beauty and made her sail on course, while the first mate held the sails with all his strength. 

Suddenly a strong wave washed the deck of Black Beauty, and the first mate was washed away. 

“Oh no! Help me, captain!” Loid flatly called his captain. 

“Hang in there mate!!” the captain shouted dramatically, and ran to grab the live preserver. She then threw the live preserver to her mate, and shouted again “Grab it, mate!! I’ll save you!!”

“……..” Loid blinked at the thing thrown at him.

"........."

"........."

“Psst…. Papa, use it!” Anya whispered.

With a heavy sigh, Loid took the Bondman rubber buoy, and hung it around his neck. He then wiped the sweat from his forehead. 

Suddenly a beautiful ‘aaaaaa’ singing voice could be heard. 

Captain Anya gasped dramatically, “The siren!! Help is coming!!”

“Weren’t sirens supposed to be a bad omen for sailors?” Loid thought to himself.

“Look, it’s the mermaid!!” Anya pointed to the edge of the stage, and Loid turned his head towards the direction pointed by his daughter. 

His jaw dropped. 

From the end of the stage, Yor emerged. She was using a grey rotund costume from head to toe, only her face was showing. Loid could see whiskers protruding from the costume around her face, and she was moving the flippers arms as she waddled forward with difficulties because both of her legs were wrapped tightly around the costume tails, only showing her ankles and feet. 

“It’s a frikin’ dugong!” Loid exclaimed. 

“Mermaid is actually a dugong, Papa! We need to stay to the science fact,” Anya deadpanned. 

The audience started to laugh out loud when they saw “the mermaid”. 

Loid felt his face reddened, and not just from the heat. 

He kept reminding himself the reason why he did this embarrassing acting in the first place. 

A week ago, Anya had come home and relayed the news about a probability of earning a stela star, should she win at the summer festival plays. Unfortunately, back to back missions had prevented him from assisting his daughter and Becky in preparing a play scenario, costumes, and props. He left supervision to Yor, but… now he started to question the decision. 

This play scenario made no sense at all. 

Plus, he wondered why Eden Academy thought it was a good idea to build the stage in the middle of their courtyard, under direct heat of summer sun, instead making it in their hall where surely there were aircons. 

“Hang in there, o brave sailors…. I’ll come and save you….” Yor said her lines stiffly.  

She then waddled for several steps towards Loid, but then she tripped and fell flat forward. 

Out of reflex, Loid immediately stood up to help his wife, but then he was yanked backward by the buoy tied to a rope, and fell flat on his bottom. 

Laughs from the audiences again could be heard. 

Yor tried to get up, but the costumes hindered her from doing so. Anya then jumped down from the ‘ship’, approached her mother and tried to help her to no avail.  

Loid removed the buoy from his neck, and hurriedly helped his wife to stand. He then noticed how crimson his wife’s face was, and she was sweating profusely.

“You okay?” He whispered.

“..m fine…” Yor whispered back, then she continued her line, “Look…. The magic island appears!”

“Oh!!” Anya then ran to the ‘island’ stage, and lifted up an Aladdin lamp, “I found the treasure!!” 

"Huh?" Loid raised his brows, "Magic lamp?"

Captain Anya then started to rub the lamp, and with a dramatic puff of smoke, Becky the genie appeared. She was using a very cute simple summer dress.

“Now there’s a genie?” Loid muttered under his breath, while Yor giggled and whispered, “A very cute one.”

“O brave souls, I shall grant three of your wishes!” Becky said her lines proudly. 

“Please give me the most priceless treasure of all time!” Anya then said her first wish. 

“Your wish is my command!” Becky then moves her arms dramatically, “Now I’ll marry Mr. Forger, and become your mom!” 

Loid gawked, “Huh?”

The black haired girl then ran towards Loid, but before she reached him, she was pulled at the side by his daughter. 

“Becky!! You’re supposed to turn my mom into a princess!” Anya whispered to her friend.

“But I want to marry Mr. Forger!”

“Aren’t you supposed to grant my wishes?”

“Yes! And I shall become your mom!”

“I want you as my best friend! I already have a mom! Becky, please stick to the scenario!!” Anya pleaded to her best friend.

The black haired girl sighed, and finally relented, “Fine…. Behold the princess mermaid!!” 

On her que, the puff of smoke filled the stage. Loid saw Yor squirming and tugging from inside her costume.

“What are you doing?” he whispered.

“I’m stuck!” his wife whined.

“I’ll rip this costume open then.”

“No! No! Loid, stop! You’ll ruin the dress!”

“You mean you’re wearing another costume inside that?!” he bewilderedly asked. 

“I’m supposed to transform into a princess,” she whispered back and struggled even harder. Loid noticed how Yor started to sweat even more and breath heavily.

Unfortunately, the smoke cleared out before Yor  managed to shed the dugong costume, and she can only cringed at her failure. She then mouthed her apology to Anya.

Fortunately, the kid immediately thought of an improvised line, and shouted to the audience, “And thus, The Pirate Captain got her most valuable treasure: a family! The Prince as the Father, The Dugong Princess as the Mother, and the Genie as her best friend. They all live happily ever after!”

“Wait, now I’m the prince?? What kind of scenario is this?!” Loid facepalmed. 

The audience aaaw-ed and gave them big applause. 

All four of them bowed and the curtain closed.

They started to walk out of the stage, when Loid noticed Yor swayed and staggered. He reflexively steadied her.

“Sorry, I suddenly feel a bit dizzy….” she smiled sheepishly. 

He frowned and in one swift motion carried his wife bridal style. 

“Lo-...Loid!! Put me down!”

“I’m getting you out of this stupid costume right away, or you’re going to get a heat stroke!” 

“Carry me too, Mr. Forger!”

“Becky!!”

Loid could only roll his eyes at the antics of these ladies, and hope that at least after enduring all this trouble and embarrassment, Anya would get the Stela Star.

Unfortunately for him, there were no promises of stella stars to begin with. It was just a rumour among the students. 

But being able to perform with all of her family and BFF made Anya really happy. 

So that one achievement was enough for him.

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Ah… what parents would do for their children's happiness… at the end Anya was right. The most precious treasure IS family. But seriously, what did I just write? I have no idea. Just thrown in pure random things  XD 

Hope you enjoyed it though ^^

[sapphicsaro]

can i request an anya fic + career day at school (preferably set when anya's 8/9 yrs old). thanks 😊

i tried to be fluffy, but you know I’m an angsty bitch !! enjoy !!

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“Okay, so remember that tomorrow is career day, kids! If your parent is coming, they will sign in with me in the morning. Have a good day everyone!”

Miss. Mitchell was a nice teacher. 

Was she annoying? Maybe a little too sweet sometimes, but Anya liked her. Third grade wasn’t challenging for the young girl, but Anya enjoyed that her teacher at least tried to make it fun with activities and projects. 

You might be able to say that Anya was a teacher’s favorite, which is why Miss. Mitchell noticed her apprehension at the mention of career day. 

“Anya? Can you hang back for a few minutes?”

Anya furrowed her brows, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no. Not at all.”

The eight year old redhead watched her classmates leave as she headed towards her teacher’s desk and took a seat on the opposite side. She crossed her arms as Miss. Mitchell stared back. 

“Anya, I was wondering if you planned on having anyone come tomorrow for career day? You’re the only one who hasn’t updated me.”

“No. No one is coming.”

“Any reason why?”

Because my mom’s dead and my dad is an Avenger, but I can’t tell anyone. 

“My dad’s busy,” Anya fiddled with her skirt, trying to avoid the tall blonde’s blue eyes.

“What about your mom?”

Anya felt her eyes begin to water, “She can’t.”

“Okay, well, if you need to talk, or need anything-“

“I’m fine, Miss. Mitchell. Thank you. Can I go now?”

Miss Mitchell smiled slightly and nodded, “Of course. Is your dad here to pick you up?”

She shook her head, “No, my uncle is coming today.”

“Okay, I’ll walk you out.”

Anya slipped on her backpack and grabbed her teacher’s hand as they walked towards the front of the school, out the doors where Fury stood. 

“Hey spider.”

The little girl grinned widely and ran towards her “uncle” who immediately welcomed her into his arms. Anya giggled, “Hi, дядя (uncle)!”

Fury smiled as he held her, he loved her Russian. She continued her lessons because it reminded her of her mother, something she always wanted since her passing. 

It’s been years, but going through elementary school without a mom made life harder. Everyone bombarded her about her mother, and Anya never told anyone what really happened. Teachers assumed she was busy, because Anya said she was, and her friends had no clue her mother was no longer around. She would tell stories to them about all the things she would do with her mother, from days at the theme park to camping out in their yard. Her imagination was wild.

Anya snuggled into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder, “I’m tired.”

“What, is third grade tiring?”

“You don’t even know. I need to go home and nap.”

He chuckled, “You got it.” Placing her down, she got herself in the car, and Fury noticed Miss. Mitchell still standing nearby, watching them. “Is there something I can help you with?”

She shook her head, snapping back into focus, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude. I was just…um…actually…while you’re here…do you mind if I ask you about Anya’s home life? You don’t have to answer, obviously, it’s just-“

Nick looked back at the car, seeing that Anya already had her headphones in, “You can ask. I might not answer.”

“Right, of course,” she smiled uncomfortably again. “I was just wondering, do you know what her parents do for a living? Just because tomorrow is career day and all of the kids are either bringing in a parent or doing an activity about their parents’ job and I can’t seem to get much information from her. She talks about her mother and father all the time, but nothing about what they do.”

“What exactly does she say about them?”

“Oh, all good things. She talks about her father all the time, you know, about their hiking trips and such. But her mother, that’s who she mostly talks about.”

Nick sighed, “Oh.”

“No, no! Nothing bad. She’s all about her mother, always talking about their days together, at the theme park and the mall. She really loves her mother a lot. But, she says her parents are at work whenever I ask. And I’ve met her father, never her mother, and I still don’t know what they do exactly.”

Oh fuck. 

Nick swallowed hard, “She hasn’t told you…”

“About their jobs? No.”

He glanced back at Anya who was focused on the screen in her hands, god, the poor thing. “I’m sorry, Miss-“

“Mitchell. Miss. Mitchell.”

“I’m sorry, Miss. Mitchell, but Anya’s mother passed away about four years ago before the vanished returned.”

Her smile faded quickly as she realized the reality of the situation, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

“No need to apologize. She has a lot of family helping her out, and her father is very much in her life.”

“Of course. Gosh, I just wish I would have known. I have a policy of how to deal with children who have lost a parent,” the young woman look defeated. 

“It’s not your fault. I’ll talk with her and her father about it. And thank you for your concern, but I’d appreciate if you let us talk about this at home first before talking to her.”

“Oh, yes! I won’t bring it up again, I promise.”

If only she knew. 

If only he could tell her that Anya’s mother died to save billions of people; her sacrifice alone brought back the vanished. 

But he couldn’t. 

The world was still a dangerous place, and they tried to keep Anya on the down low. Hell, they had their names changed for her to be in public school. Anya’s last name was now “Baker”, and her parents were “James” and “Natalie”. Fury desperately wanted to change Anya’s name to a more common one, but Clint refused. She was too young and already lost her last name, it would be too much. 

So, years ago when they sat down little four year old Anya before school started, they quizzed her on her name and she passed with flying colors. 

What else could you expect from the child of two agents?

There wasn’t much Fury was unsure of, but this situation was definitely an uneasy one for him. He had continued to be a large part of Anya’s life, always being there as much as he possibly could. After losing Natasha, Fury needed to take some time for his personal life, which wasn’t really significant. 

But there was Anya. 

Clint welcomed the help, although he never acknowledged it. The man had struggled a lot after losing his wife, and he often did not reach out when he needed support. Neither would Fury. So they didn’t talk about it. He just came over, helped with Anya and never explained why. 

Anya was knocked out on the ride back. 

At least he had some time to think about how he could handle this conversation. 

He carefully got her out of the car, carrying her back to the farmhouse to make sure she stayed asleep. She grumbled here and there, but Fury managed to get her all the way upstairs and in her bed without her waking up. 

As he headed back downstairs, he pulled out his phone to call Clint. 

Two rings later, the archer answered, “Fury, everything okay?”

Casual phone calls weren’t a thing between the two men, so obviously Clint would assume there was a problem if he was calling. “Anya is fine. But her teacher gave me some news.”

“What, is she in trouble?”

“No. But tomorrow is career day. And Anya said her parents were too busy to come in.”

“And the teacher’s suspicious?”

“Yeah, she asked me what Anya’s parents do for a living.”

“Parents?”

“Exactly.”

There was a small silence before Clint sighed, “Shit.”

“Apparently Anya has been telling everyone about the fun adventures her and her mother go on, including her teacher.”

“Did you tell her the truth?”

“I had to, Clint. We have to ensure that your covers won’t be blown.”

“I’m coming home.”

“Clint-“

“No, Fury. This is much more than her risking our covers. She’s pretending her mother is still alive. I need to be there for her.”

“I’ll talk to her about it.”

“And what? Warn her about how she’s not being a good agent?”

“Excuse me?”

“She’s not Natasha, she doesn’t work for you. This is my kid we’re talking about.”

“You think I only come here to keep your covers in check? You think I’m here to work?”

“Sounds like it.”

“Jesus fuck, you’re dense if that’s all you think I’m here for. Sure, I just volunteer to watch her for the week for work purposes. Anya is family to me, Clint. And so are you, I’d hope you would have known that by now.”

Clint remained silent.

“I called you because I was worried about her. I didn’t know what I should do.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. But never question my love for that little girl again.”

“I can still try to come home? We can make up a fake job or something and I’ll talk to Anya about her stories later?”

“No, you only have one more night there. You should finish the mission with Bishop.”

“Okay. Just please let me be there to talk to her about this, though.”

“Of course.”

“Keep me posted, Fury. I have to go, but call me before she goes to bed?”

“You got it. See you soon, Barton.”

“Goodbye.”

“Uncle Fury?”

He turned around to see Anya rubbing her eyes, “Hey there, munchkin. You okay?”

She yawned, “Mhmm, I just needed a nap.”

“C’mere, kiddo.”

The little girl waddled over to him, and reached out climb up into his lap. She snuggled into his chest, “Was that papa?”

“Yes it was.”

“Is he coming home?”

“One more day. Is that okay?”

She nodded, “Mhmm.”

Fury let her lay against him, her fingers picking at his shirt, “Anya?”

“Yeah?”

“How would you like it if I was your guest for career day?”

She lifted her head up, her face beaming, “Really?!”

“Of course. It’d be my honor.”

And that’s how Nick Fury ended up in a classroom at eight in the morning surrounded by third graders listening to how he “knew the Avengers” because of his old job as a “driver”. 

Sure, it was a massive lie. 

But it made all the kids happy, especially one little redhead.

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