#fluffy anya rights

[liothebiblioklept]

More monster AU!! Need to practice bird wings more rip

No other characters really have assigned mythical creatures so im prolly gonna have to make a lot of stuff up, which means just damianya for now! Sticking to Greek mythology creatures most likely as well

[st0r-fruit]

I love Tatsuya Endo sm.

Props to the one in charge of the music in season 1 part 1 like. What a genius choice to choose Comedy by Gen Hoshino as the intro because WOW.

At first like, you may think it's just a brilliant choice of music BUT NO. NOOOO. it's more than that, perchance. Mayhaps.

We all know spy x family as the perfect fake family, and we all just know they're gonna end up as one right? Coincidentally, Comedy by Gen Hoshino is also about FOUND FAMILY. Literally expressing how they came from a rough background, feeling alone, and realizing that THEY have to build a place for them to belong. ("They" as in like gen hashino on in the music video)

and that's EXACTLY what spy x family is. Loid come from war backgrounds, Yor was little when her parents weren't there and she had to take care of Yuri and herself, Anya having being experimented and not treated like human. And they all HAVE to pretend. They come from rough backgrounds, and they met each other (Loid -> <- Anya -> Yor) and they SLOWLY build this relationship that is soft, warm and loving, even those they deemed it as "pretending." (Which it's not, we all know lmao).

And in the near end video, Gen Hoshino and the fluffy monsters hangs out alot, coming as a family, doing fun things together. The lyrics says in english:

Shall we search for eternity?

Wanna live for as long as we can?

No matter what happens in the future

I’ll want to talk to you about it

Forever and ever

In these days we shared

In a comedy with you

Rolling around in laughter

We'll keep on with our ridiculous everyday life

LIKE UHH. There has to be a reason that Tatsuya Endo accepts this as the season 1 outro right. This is so Spy x family coded song. I THINK THEY'RE GONNA BE A REAL FAMILY, THEY HAVE TO. THEY'RE GOING TO REALIZE THEY NEED EACH OTHER AND LOVE EACH OTHER. I THINK SENSEI ENDO HAS IT ALL PLANNED-

THE "No matter what happens in the future, i want to talk to you about it, forever and ever." THEY'RE GONNA HAVE THEIR TRUE IDENTITIES REVEALED AND THEY'RE GOING TO ACCEPT EACH OTHER FULLY. THEY'RE GOING TO CONTINUE THIS RIDICULOUS LITTLE LIFE THEY HAVE BUT THIS TIME, IT'S REAL, IT'S MORE FEELINGS, IT'S TRUE AND THEY KNOW IT. TATSUYA ENDO DID YOU PLAN THIS. YOU BETTER.

I SWEAR TO GOD IF THE FINALE SEASON OF SPY X FAMILY ISN'T THEM BECOMING A TRUE FAMILY AFTER SO LONG WITH THE OUTRO OF THEM HAVING NEW MEMORIES WITH COMEDY BY GEN HOSHINO BUT REPRISED I WILL RIOT. i might be going too deep for this but i really hope it's what's gonna happen.

[verafics]

🦩🪸 | 𝐋𝐎𝐈𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐩. 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐭!, 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐚.𝐱𝐨.

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐣𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐛𝐡.

Why is loid forger so hot and why would he actually smell so good?, i feel like he’d wear something Tom Ford, leather?, Ombré Leather? Definitely.

As much as this man is a good cooker he’s even better at baking.

Whenever you feel down he appears suddenly holding a plate full of your favorite desserts, it’s kind of the same as these videos that be like: “it’s my gfs time of the month so I’m baking her something to make her feel better.” Yeah that’s loid right there.

Also one of his main love languages is acts of service obviously, you can’t convince me otherwise.

Maybe physical touch too?.

yes yes yes, though it’ll take him a bit of time to feel comfortable enough around you.

i feel like being touchy with anyone is something vulnerable to him, since most of the people who may lay their hands on him just really wants to kill him -most of the times imo-.

So him letting you hug him, lay his head on your lap, or just stroke his fluffy locks in a moment where he lets his guard down means the world to him.

Your gentle touch means the world to him, in a world that always treated him harshly.

He adores your faint little hums too, don’t even get me started but when both of you are standing in the kitchen together doing the dishes late in the night and maybe even after anya falls asleep, your little mumbles under your breath calms him.

He doesn’t really care about the song your humming, nor the way you may not even know it’s full lyrics, it’s your tone, something about your voice and how soft it is -reminds him of his mother-.

It’s really soothing to him, even when he finally decides to go to sleep, he keeps repeating it in his head like a mantra until he falls in a deep slumber.

Loid suffers from nightmares, bad ones really, and why do i imagine him waking up in the middle of the night, -drenched in sweat and breathing rapidly-, making his way towards the end of the hallway where your room is, where he sits on the ground, and where he rests his back on the wall that separates your rooms, just so that he can feel your presence.

He would just stay there for a bit with his own thoughts, trying to forget about what he saw in his dreams, until he relaxes again and then he’d go to check on Anya before returning to his own bed.

This man, This man is just so ughhhh, we know that he’s so soft with Anya his sweet little munchkin, but imagine after he gets really mad at her, and she cries the heartbreak he feels is on another level.

We know that he hates it when children cry, imagine how he devastated he would be when Anya cries, and she isn’t just any child, she means a-lot to him, and i think that he really feels so so guilty whenever he upsets her.

[sweetness-pop]

Imagine when Anya is around 9 or 10, she becomes a big sister after the birth of her little brother. Loid and Yor's son has bicolored hair that was blonde on top while black on the bottom. He also has heterochromia eyes because his right eye is red and left eye is blue. Perfect combination of his spy papa and assassin mama. Even though she's adopted, it doesn't matter. Loid and Yor will, of course, always love Anya as their own even after having their biological son. Even though she won't be an only child anymore, at least she'll always be their only daughter. They will love and treat their children equally. The TwiYor baby boy could be born 4 or 5 years after the SxF plot. Loid and Yor would name their son......Axl. His name is of Scandinavian origin, derived from Axel, and it means "Father of Peace". Peace the true, desired mission of the Forgers. Axl Forger. You know how the names of Loid, Anya, and pet dog Bond all have 4 letters in their names? Well, how about if Yor and Axl were to be the two Forgers to have names with 3 letters. Plus, Loid and Yor would love to give their second child a name starting with and A like his Anya-Onee-Chan. This could also prove how much they love their daughter very much as they give her newborn brother a name with a matching letter. Just like the Briar siblings: Yor (older sister) & Yuri (younger brother), and Desmond brothers: Demetrius (first son) & Damian (second son). Therefore, the upcoming Forger siblings: Anya the big sis and Axl the lil bro. And imagine seeing a very upcoming precious family photo of Loid and Yor with their two children: tween (you know, preteen) Anya and baby Axl, and big, white & fluffy Great Pyrenees Bond. All 5 members of the Forger family together!

👨‍👩‍👧👶🐕

[smoll-tangerine]

ten reasons why i hate you: reason #7

SYNOPSIS. while you admittedly didn’t refuse the arranged marriage between you and jung jaehyun, that didn’t mean that you’d allow him to treat you like a doormat. for the emotional distress he had put you through during the months leading up to your engagement party, you ensure that he will pay for the way he had been treating you for the rest of his life. 

PAIRING. rich boy!jaehyun x rich girl!reader GENRES. romance, fluff, angst, drama, rich kid!au CHAPTER WORD COUNT. 2621 

WARNINGS. (spoiler alert!!) someone got cancer, use of the term “bitch.”

DISCLAIMER. this is a work of fiction based on fictional events and characters. it is unrelated to any real people, organisations, locations, and events. the laws, and legal and medical interpretations in this work have also been modified for storytelling purposes.

TAGLIST. @crescent-iak @moonchele @ahtisa02 @ghostfacefricker6969 @jaehyunnie77 @jungish @anya-writes-stuff @hey-won @ishireads @xxxx-23nct @peachibevuti @shepeelsoranges @hopefulchick​ @baehaechannie​ @ya-lame​ @yumilovesavocado (bolded = unable to tag) 

[a/n]: a fair warning, this will be the last fluffy chapter for the rest of the series. enjoy it while you can hehe. super long chapter ahead to make up for my long hiatus!! i also really, really enjoyed writing this chapter. idk if it’s because it’s just little blurbs of moments. pls pls comment!! i love reading your feedback♡ a reminder to send me an ask if you want to be on the taglist~

← REASON #6 || MASTERLIST || REASON #8 → 

REASON #7 

You didn’t understand what compelled you to accept Jaehyun’s ridiculous request in the first place. 

Scratch that. You didn’t really accept Jaehyun’s request. 

At least, not without a condition of your own. 

You could tell from the look of frustration on Doyoung’s face that he also didn’t understand the reasoning behind your decision. 

“Who does he think he is?” he scoffed at Jaehyun’s condition and then gave you a small glare. Though you knew that he wasn’t truly mad at you. He could never. “What were even you thinking?”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “In the end, I won’t lose anything.” 

“Our relationship isn’t something worth considering?” 

You raised a brow at his snarky remark, silently asking him if he truly meant what he said, considering the fact that he was the one who dumped you in the first place. 

“Let’s be honest, Doyoung, do you really think that Jaehyun’s going to be able to actually break things off with her?” you replied. “That’s why I included a condition of my own. I’m only going to cut all ties with you after the five months are up.” 

Doyoung still seemed displeased with the situation. “Do you really think that you can cut all ties with me?” 

You scoffed. “Of course not. Not only our families are friends, we work at the same hospital. I’m not about to drop everything just because of a boy who made me cry.” 

A pregnant silence fell upon you two. 

It didn’t hit you how much your words rang true until you realized how silent Doyoung was being, considering how much he had to say about the situation. 

He let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah. That’s always how you’ve been.” 

You frowned at his statement, but did not refute. 

“You’ve never let anything—anyone—deter you from your goals. That was one of the reasons why I fell in love with you in the first place,” he continued. “But also one of the reasons why we had to break up.” 

“What are you trying to say, exactly?” 

Doyoung shrugged nonchalantly, allowing you to see that he meant no harm nor did he mean to offend you. “Sometimes, I can’t help but think what if you were just more... flexible? Would that have helped salvage our relationship?” 

“Perhaps,” you mused. 

He turned to you with a bitter smile. “Let’s say he meant it. Meant every word he said about breaking things off and needing—what, five months?—to make things right by you. And you can see that he’s truly making efforts to make your marriage work. Would you abandon your plan?” 

You chuckled at his words and tilted your head in curiosity. “Where is this coming from?” 

“My personal feelings aside,” he explained, “you’re still one of my closest friends. I still care about you, regardless of what happened between us. I only wish for your happiness. And I can see how it’s not this marriage with Jaehyun that’s draining you, but also this plan of yours to take him down. To make him regret.” 

Doyoung poked the little space between your brows and gave you his signature bunny smile. You couldn’t help but smile back in response. 

“I’m just saying.” 

“Yeah?” 

“It wouldn’t hurt to be more flexible in this case.” 

FIRST MONTH

“What is this?” 

You were slightly taken aback by the appearance of Jaehyun’s silver McLaren Speedtail parked in front of the hospital you worked at. As much as you disliked him, you couldn’t deny that he had taste in cars. 

Jaehyun smiled at you as he opened the door to the passenger seat for you and motioned you to get in. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m picking you up?” 

“Yeah, why exactly are you picking me up?” 

He let out a small huff through his nose. “Why would I not pick up my wife from her workplace after a long day?” 

You almost choked on your own spit as you couldn’t believe the words that came out of Jaehyun’s mouth. 

Did he just call you... his wife? 

You wordlessly entered his vehicle in a slight daze, unsure of what just occurred. You almost had to pinch yourself to make sure that you weren’t dreaming about the current situation you were in. 

It was just some weeks after he made you that promise on your honeymoon, but you didn’t expect him to spend time with you in addition to break things off with Chaeyoung. 

Sure, he said that he was going to try and make your marriage work. But this seemed like a complete 180 of his usual behaviour towards you that it almost gave you whiplash at how nice he could be. 

It reminded you of that time Chaeyoung told you that Jaehyun truly was a nice person, but you simply brought the worst out of him. 

It made you wonder if she was right. 

But the slight giddiness caused by Jaehyun’s actions and your lack of mental energy from work caused you to drop that question completely. 

It wouldn’t hurt to bask in this slight happiness, wouldn’t it? 

MONTH 2 

“Did you start the movie without waiting for me?” Jaehyun shouted in pure disbelief from your kitchen as he was busy making popcorn for the two of you. 

“No?” you shouted back, feigning innocence. 

Movie nights were now almost a weekly occurrence. 

Jaehyun would pick you up from work and you two would head back to your place. It first started with an episode from a series, then a short film, and then a whole movie marathon. You two never really set up a date or anything of the short. It just became something that was... natural. 

It honestly scared you just how natural things felt between you and Jaehyun. 

It was scary to see how well you actually got along with him. 

You didn’t expect to have this much in common with him. Your parents reassured you prior to your engagement that you would love the guy they had set you up with. You didn’t actually expect them to be right to this extent. 

“Scoot over,” he said to you. 

“No,” you refuted and sprawled over your couch, ensuring that he doesn’t have any space for him to sit. 

“I will sit on you!” 

“No, you won’t!” 

You let out a small screech as he actually sat on you. But you could tell that he didn’t put his full weight on you. 

“Get off me! You’re so heavy!” 

“I told you to scoot over!” 

You threw your head back in laughter, slightly wondering in the back of your mind when was the last time you’ve felt this way. 

Whatever it was, you wouldn’t mind continuing feeling this way. 

MONTH 3 

“So, when can we expect a grandchild?” 

Both you and Jaehyun choked on your food and immediately reached for your glass of water.

It was uncanny how you two started mirroring each other’s actions. 

Due to how busy everyone was, both of your families set up mandatory bi-weekly dinners. To get to know each other as in-laws but also in hopes of you and Jaehyun getting closer and less awkward in a stressful environment such as dinner with both families. 

“Your mother-in-law is right,” your mum dabbed a side of her mouth with a napkin. “It’s been almost four months since your honeymoon. Are there going to be any good news in the near future?” 

“How many children are you two planning on having?” 

“It’d be best to have the children at the beginning of your marriage before you two get too old for it.” 

Your tongue poked your inner cheek and you sighed in slight annoyance. That single bottle of red wine will not last you long enough. And you could tell from the look that Jaehyun gave you cheekily that he shared the same thoughts. 

To be honest, you didn’t even know if children were in the plans. 

Your relationship with Jaehyun wasn’t at a stage where you two can discuss this matter freely. Just thinking about it, even by yourself, was embarrassing. 

Hell, your relationship with Jaehyun wasn’t even at a stage where you two can even produce the very children your parents were talking about. 

“To be honest, I think that three children is perfect,” Jaehyun said with a smile. “But I think that also depends on my wife since she’s the one giving birth. What do you think, honey?” 

You coughed at the nickname that he used that came out of his mouth so naturally. As if that was something he always called you by. 

You froze in your seat as all eyes were on you, impatiently waiting for your opinion about the matter. You quickly turned to Jaehyun, eyes wide in panic as you had no idea what to say. 

He gave you a teasing smirk and sipped on his wine, probably enjoying this situation more than he should. But he still made no move to help you out despite your silent plea for help. 

“Yeah, three children sounds good to me?” you squeaked. 

All the elders erupted in laughter at your response and proceeded to discuss your future without the two of you. 

“So, three children, huh?” 

Jaehyun’s voice was ticklish in your ear.

“Guess we should start pretty soon.” 

MONTH 4 

It was a bit crazy to see the evolution of your relationship with Jaehyun. 

True to his words, Jaehyun did really try his best to make this marriage work. Because of that, there was some sort of tension between the two of you whenever you’d spend time together alone. You didn’t know whether it was sexual or platonic, but you dared to say that there was some sort of connection. 

You two often spent time together. If not spending time watching movies together, then it would be grabbing lunch or dinner, or going on small dates whenever you could. It took you two four months before you two finally held hands, but considering how your relationship first started, you’d like to think that it was immense progress. 

You two were now even making plans about moving in together. 

It made sense for the two of you to live together since you two were married. Not to mention there was no way you were going to move back in with your parents. It was actually Jaehyun’s suggestion that the two of you moved in together, surprisingly. You didn’t expect him to make such suggestion, but you guessed that just showed how dedicated he was to his promise to you. 

“Hey, where are you?” you called him as he was almost ten minutes late. “Are you still picking me up?” 

“Hey, yes! Sorry, something happened,” he replied, evidently in distress. “I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to pick you up today. I will send over one of my drivers so–” 

“Is everything alright? You don’t sound too good.” 

“Yes, everything is alright,” he continued. “I’m sorry that I can’t pick you up. I know we said that we were going to go furniture shopping today.” 

“Don’t be. We can always go another time,” you told him. “And don’t worry about the ride. I’ll ask Doyoung to give me a ride home or something.” 

You almost gasped at your words, remembering that Jaehyun didn’t like it whenever you would hang out with Doyoung. You knew that he didn’t mean to be controlling over who you hung out with. But to be fair, Doyoung was your ex-boyfriend and your colleague. 

You thought that Jaehyun would say something, especially since he would always grumble about how you had to meet up with Doyoung at some times. But he didn’t, which admittedly, was more surprising than expected.

“Okay, sounds good. I’ll call you later tonight!” 

If anything, it seemed like Jaehyun was so preoccupied that he didn’t even register who were you going to ask a ride from. 

Jaehyun was never one to reschedule things. He disliked being flaky. If anything, he would always tell you in advance if plans needed to be changed. 

You had a gnawing feeling at the pit of your stomach, eating you away for some odd reason. 

But you pushed it down as you told yourself that it was probably nothing. If it was anything important, Jaehyun would definitely let you know. 

If only you had listened to your guts that night. 

LAST MONTH  

“I’m sorry to ask this of you.” 

You wanted to laugh at the pitiful situation you were in, but you could only stare at Jaehyun and Chaeyoung in disbelief. 

The room was unbearably silent. Jaehyun’s apology echoed in your ears. The ticking sound that the clock in your office made sounded louder than usual. Blood rushed to your ears, the rhythmic thumping of your heartbeat was somehow comforting yet agonizing at the same time. 

“You’re one of the best surgical oncologist in the country,” Jaehyun continued. “I didn’t know who else to ask.” 

Anybody but me, you wanted to say. You could have asked anybody but me. 

“The other doctors we’ve seen so far all recommended that we come and see you. They say you’re the best there is, and if we were to treat a tumour of this size, only you could do it.” 

Shut up. Please shut up. 

You weren’t one to believe in karma. But you also liked to believe that due to everything—the hell—you had been through due to Jaehyun and Chaeyoung, that you wouldn’t be on the receiving end of karma. 

But karma was a bitch. 

And, so was cancer. 

“Please.”

Don’t ask me to treat her.

Please don’t ask me to treat her. 

“Please save Chaeyoung,” Jaehyun begged. “I will do anything. Anything you ask me, if you can just save her.” 

You stole a glance over at the circled number on your calendar, wondering if Jaehyun even knew what day it was. If he was just the slightest aware of what exactly was he asking of you. 

You knew you should have listened to your guts last month. 

You knew that you should have probed him further. 

You should have known the second he started picking you up less often. Started calling you less often. Started spending less time with you often. 

You should have known. 

And you hated yourself for trusting Jaehyun. 

For trusting his word. 

“Today’s the last day of the five-months mark you gave me.” 

Jaehyun’s eyes widened in horror, as if just realizing the dire, sticky situation he was in at the moment. There was the slightest hesitation in his brown orbs, but quickly blinked it away just like a mirage. 

He forgot. 

Of course, he did. 

“I’m sorry.” 

You needed him to stop apologizing. 

You needed him to stop apologizing when– 

“–you don’t even mean it.” 

Jaehyun looked away from your stare, unable to face you. Chaeyoung was the same, her eyes facing her lap, as if humbled by her situation. 

But you took an oath. 

Your professional feelings overtook your personal ones. And for the first time, you hated that part of yourself. That rationality that allowed you to cut off your emotions just like that. 

Because the only thing you wanted to do at the moment was to scream and crawl into your bed, to hide yourself away from the reality that was presented to you. 

“Go see the nurse outside of my office. She’ll set up an appointment for you.” 

Both of them sighed in relief. 

You never hated a sight so much before. 

You never hated yourself so much before. 

“And Jaehyun?” 

His delighted smile momentarily dropped the second he saw the serious expression that you were sporting, all signs of hope and amusement gone. 

“Don’t you dare talk or contact me ever again.” 

← REASON #6 || MASTERLIST || REASON #8 →

[mugmegan]

Wow holy shit the last 4 chapters of spy x family have been amazing. Filled with lots of interesting stuff, set ups (some super important shit about anya's past were hinted!!!!!), character interactions, fluffy and funny moments all around. I am so happy to see that Anya got her first hard earned win!And I was scared this manga would die out or something sheesh

((This is me right now btw. I am literally facing the first term finals of this year next week (I bet Endo perfectly timed it). Assume I am dead if you dont hear from me after that.))

[fandomnerd9602]

Heya ! Can I request please for a ATJ (dressed like bike peach) x male child reader fluffy oneshot please ?

#1 Fan

Anya Taylor Joy x Child!Reader

The big day had arrived for the young starlet: the world premiere of the Super Mario Bros Movie. Although Anya had always joked with her family that it was more of Peach’s movie. Chris would always joke in interviews about that too. Anya had her costume picked out and everything. You see everyone else was choosing a standard red carpet attire. Not Anya, she knew that if she was going to playing Princess Peach then darn it she was going to dress as such. You make your way towards the Universal fan event. It was for fans of Super Mario and all things Nintendo. But being only five at the time, you couldn’t exactly ride any of the fan event attractions. But you were all ready in your Mario costume with accompanying mustache to see the stars walk down the red carpet. You were smaller than the other fans, and so young too. You could barely see over the gate that the security had put you behind. But your young mind was on only one person: Anya Taylor Joy. She was your favorite actress. True you had only seen her in the Playmobil movie but you’d rewatch that countless times just for her. When your older sibling told you she was going to be in the Super Mario Bros movie as Princess Peach, you were so excited! As you stare through the gate, you could see Chris Pratt and Charlie Day as they walked the red carpet. Not that you could understand who they were, they weren’t exactly in costume or anything like that. “Looking cool!” Chris Pratt gave you a small smile and a salute. “You look more like Mario than me” “Everyone looks more like Mario than you, Chris” a familiar female voice chimes in. Your heart stops. You knew that voice anywhere. And there she was. Blond with hazelnut eyes and a smile that always made you feel good. Your idol was standing there decked out in her biker outfit from the film. It was like a dream come true for you. “And who do we have here?” Anya says, turning to you with a smile on her face, “I think I found my next companion for the Kart races” You could only nod your head as you locked eyes with her. Your idol was actually talking to you! “Your highness” was all you could say to her “My hero” she bowed right back. She looked to your parents, “mind if i steal away Mario here for a couple photos?” Your parents didn’t mind at all. Anya hoisted you over the fence, “come on hero, you’re needed on the red carpet” Chris Pratt and Jack Black were more than happy to jump in for some photos with you and Anya. And then the rest of the cast came around too. They were all just happy to see the look on a young fan’s face. Sometimes a little act of kindness can last a lifetime. And for you, meeting Anya and being her “date” on the red carpet was more than enough for you.

[sapphistically]

stealing kisses

read on ao3 | masterlist/s

description: you and buffy end up sleeping in the same bed and sharing not one, but two kisses.

relationship: buffy summers & fem!reader

a/n: anyways so reader is kinda a part of the while gang, we have Xander x Anya mentioned and Willow x Tara mentioned! Not sure if I ever implied the reader in female, though that was in my mind when writing this.

wc: 1,174

You and the gang haven’t been that close lately, everyone was busy with their own stuff, so Buffy eventually decided to take matters into her own hands and with some help from Willow, they threw a sleepover at Buffy’s house.

All was well, until it was time to go to sleep, Tara and Willow took their bedroom, Dawn slept in her room, Xander and Anya took the living room and you were left with no place to sleep in. Heading back home was a dumb idea considering how late it was and the fact that you drank a beer or two and the alcohol has not left your system.

The alcohol was what probably caused Buffy’s suggestion, you felt sober immediately when you heard her proposition, but you agreed, as there was really no point in fighting and there was no other solution.

There you were, in her room, which you’ve seen many times, still now it felt… different. You changed into your pyjamas, a pair of shorts and a bra, as it was hot outside. Buffy walked in, her hair down, to her shoulders, her face now clean, with no makeup on. She was already in her pyjamas, which were adorable, it was a matching light pink, pastel like set.

“I swear there was an extra mattress.” She grunted as she sat down on the bed, clearly upset as she cane back empty handed.

“It’s okay…”

Was it really though? Where would you sleep, in her bed? Not that you’d complain…

“No, it’s not, this whole night it’s just— not right.” She covered her face with her hands as she sat there, so distraught, you truly wished you could do anything to help her out, but you had no idea how.

You sat next to her, her sheets were fluffy, the mattress slightly bending below when you sat, you placed your hand on Buffy’s back as you gently rubbed it, the silk material of her pyjamas sending a shiver down your spine.

“I can just, take the floor,” you smiled lightly at her, you really didn’t mind, as long as you didn’t have to share a room with either of the couples, especially Xander and Anya, “All I need is a blanket, really.” You tried to be more reassuring, your voice definitely played the part, the smile on your face making it sound more cheerful.

“No… Maybe I take the floor, you’re the guest.”

She looked at you, moving her hands down to her knees as she let out a long sight, your eyes scanned her face, her skin was so smooth, there were light blueish eye bags under her eyes, her lips moved into a thin line.

You just sat there for a moment, her staring at you, you staring at her, a sudden knock on the door caught you by surprise, you immediately jumped up and away from Buffy, who got up to open the door.

“Hey, we just.. wanted to say goodnight…” You heard Willow on the other side of the door, Buffy replied with a simple goodnight and after so did you.

After a good minute of debating back and forth it was settled, you were to sleep together, Buffy was the host and obviously was tired, so she deserved to sleep in her own bed.

You were a guest, Buffy thought it was wrong to make you sleep on the floor, especially on the cold wood with no mattress underneath.

You settled in the bed and once Buffy got in it, a shiver went down your spine, your heart immediately sped up, especially when her leg brushed against yours. You felt a pang in your heart when she moved it away with a whisper, “Sorry”.

She turned the light off and you turned your back to her.

You faced the window, your eyes traced the tree outside of it.

You tried to close your eyes, to count sheep or do math in your head, but nothing helped you fall asleep. Buffy’s breathing was irregular, jagged, as her back faced yours and her mind wondered to all sorts of thoughts… about you.

“Hey, you asleep?” You whispered in the dark, the only light was that of the moon.

“No…” She whispered back.

You could feel the mattress sagging under her as she moved, which made you move.

You two were face to face now, inches away, your eyes drifted to trace ber features, not caring that she could see it. You watched the rays of moon as they shined on her face, she was so beautiful.

Buffy’s demeanour was now more stoic, her lips were parted with a little shine on them, in form of a lip balm, her hair was messy from shifting around on the pillow, her eye bags were less visible in this light and her eyes… oh those eyes.

Her eyes traveled on your face, exploring the depth of it, every shadow casted on it and every light, her gaze lingered on your face, as if she was trying to always remember you, how you looked in this moment.

God.

Why was she so… perfect?

You gulped the saliva down your throat, as you blinked rapidly, before moving closer to her.

You felt your heart, pounding in your chest, faster and louder the closer you got to her.

Bum, bum, bum, bum.

The rhythmic sound of it was deafening in the silence of the night.

“Can I…” You let out a whisper, a whimper almost in a pleading tone.

“Y-Yeah…” Her voice was just as shaky as yours.

Buffy could feel the heat building in her stomach, the way she burned for your lips, your touch, for you. She burned for you. She couldn’t see herself in that moment, but considering how hot she was, she could guess her cheeks were flushed, she was almost shaking, the mix of excitement and anxiety were taking away her ability to think straight.

Your lips met hers, yours were more harsh, her were soft, softer than one could imagine and tasted like marshmallows, but that was probably just her lip balm. The kiss was shy at first, your lips gently grazed hers and hers grazed yours.

You never wanted it to end, the feeling of her lips on yours, her hand on your hip, her warm breath ticking your cheek. It was like the whole world disappeared, all you could smell was her, all you thought about was her, all you could feel was her and the butterflies flying in your belly.

Buffy pulled away, she kept close to you still, her eyes looked from one of your eyes to the other, her breathing continued to be chaotic, even more that before, she looked into your eyes, like she needed something, she wanted more, a conformation it was fine.

You were melting just looking at her, feeling her, smelling her…

She smiled lightly as she kissed you again, this time with more confidence, she pulled you in, grasping your hip harder, she never wanted to let you go.

[giggly-squiggily]

Friendo! I don't know if I'm too late but can I possibly request 💙Adore with Spy x family? 🫣 With some Lee Twilight and ler Yor! I'm so desperately in love with that man 😌🤌

Rachi! Friendo! :D You're fine; no worries! I've gotcha covered! :D Since I have two Spy x Family requests left featuring Twiyor- I'm gonna throw in Anya for funsies! Also I'm obsessed with the idea of Loid having a snort-laugh. This was a opportunity taken.

Adore: "Your laugh is adorable."

Agent Twilight was a man of thousands.

Thousands of faces. Thousands of identities. Thousands of ways to mold his personality into the role he needed when the time came. He could pull off just about anyone and anything, and change himself down to the tiniest of detail.

The one thing he couldn’t change, however, was his laugh.

“Did you just snort?!” Yor was staring at him, red eyes wide with surprise mixed with absolute joy. “Do it again!”

“I-I did not!” He denied, face red as he averted his gaze to the floor. He had been blindsided- a commercial playing between Spy Wars episodes featured a fluffy dog coming in from the rain. It reminded him so much of Bond’s own wet appearance he couldn’t help but laugh.

And with that- the snort he had since childhood resurfaced, much to his horror.

“Papa sounds like a piggy.” Anya declared, giggling when he shot her a glare. “Do it again, Piggy Papa!”

“Who are you- I’m not a pig!” He sighed, holding his head as the girls giggled around him. It DID sound rather pig-like, sure. Still… “That was a cough. I just had to clear my throat.”

“Sure you did.” When did Yor get over here? Wait, why was she smiling like that? “If your throat feels thick, why don’t we clear it out together?” Her hand grabbed his waist, making him fall back into the couch with a shocked laugh. “Right, Anya-san?”

“Yeah! Helping Papa!” Anya cheered, climbing up the couch as her tiny hands attacked his belly, leaving him defenseless. “More piggy snorts, please!”

“No! Nohohohoohho, wahhait! Whahhahait hold ohohohoohhon!” Loid giggled out, curling into himself the best he could as Yor and Anya tag teamed him, going for all his bad spots. “Whaahhahat abohooohohut the shohohohhoow?”

“Repeat. Seen it.” Anya didn’t bother turning around, even as Bondman appeared. “This is better!”

“Oo, I think we’re gonna make him crack, Anya-san!” Yor cheered, wiggling her other hand beneath him to lightly claw at his lower back. Only then did those precious laughs they seeked finally started appearing.

“Ah! Ahehahhahahaha! *snort* Nohohoohooho! Gihiihihirls plehehahahahahse! *snort* Gehahhahaha!”

“We did it!” Anya cheered, turning around in her papa’s arms so she could watch her show, satisfied. Yor giggled, pulling her hands back, running one through his messy bangs with a small smile.

“Your laugh is quite adorable, Loid.” She told him, turning her attention back to the cartoon with a soft blush.

Loid didn’t have the energy to argue. Really- even if he did, he didn’t want to. Shaking his head, he let a small but genuine smile touch his lips as he settled in beside his girls.

Candy Heart Prompts Are Officially CLOSED!

[izloveshorses]

I'm in a bit of an in-between period rn of what i'm focusing on writing, so.... do you guys have any preferences what i work on updating next? (no promises, i cannot write on command/ i do not control what daydream we hyperfixate on etc etc but i can at least Work On what you guys vote for) so peruse the list of drafts here, some published, some not quite ready yet, and pick something that sounds intriguing.

propaganda under the cut if you want something a little more descriptive! otherwise you're welcome to ask questions/ leave your reasons in the replies :)

sleep on the floor: angsty road trip, modern au, etc. i made a whole gifset for this and a pretty banger playlist if i do say so myself.

notting hill au: anya is a famous movie star, dmitry is a nobody bookstore owner, and they cross paths randomly one day when anya is hiding from paparazzi, they hit it off right away, but dating is hard. just one chapter is up so far. i gotta decide on something that happens in the film i was thinking about changing but we could write some other things in the meantime

art heist au: unpublished! anya works at a distinguished gallery, a painting from her late parents' collection they thought had been lost in a tragic fire just recently sprung up into the public eye again, but it's being auctioned off soon and anya isn't happy about it, since she thinks it contains the secrets of what really happened to her family. dmitry visits the gallery in attempts to steal it, but she catches him in the act and they decide to strike up a deal-- if he helps her forge a copy, she'll let him have the original to sell once she does more research and sees if it actually ~contains the secrets~ she's looking for. it's about the intrigue, the drama, the mystery, the reluctant alliance turned romance. good stuff. as long as i can figure out a plot structure aslhkdf

post breakup/get back together fic: unpublished. slightly inspired by the song 'if the world was ending,' but instead of an earth quake it's a snow storm and talk of the world ending with the new year. set during new years eve, anya visits him for the first time since they broke up a year ago and Talk about things that happened, interwoven with some flashbacks of their relationship from beginning to end. i also made another banger playlist for this guy.

equestrian au: dmitry and vlad are show jumping trainers down on their luck, anya is the new stablehand dmitry finds sleeping in the stall with her ugly horse (pooka <3). but when vlad decides her hidden talent is worth sculpting into a refined show jumping career, the three of them team up to make it to the FEI world cup in Paris, where Marie Feodorovna will be watching and contributing to the winning purse. maybe anya will find the home love family she's looking for idk.

crazy rich asians au: inspired by the movie, but without the hazing and the drama and the angst, so it's mostly just a meet the parents au of a sort with some nice and fluffy established dimya. anya's sister is getting married and she wants to use the event as a way to introduce dmitry, her long time bf, to the family. dmitry is excited about potentially asking for the Family Ring (👀) and leaving new york for the first time to visit the homeland (would the wedding be in russia? or would they get married in the french riviera or something a bit warmer?) until he figures out just how wealthy anya's family is. he knew she came from wealth, but not quite to this extent, and gets a little insecure about it. shenanigans ensue.

[fox-toothed]

top 5 relationships on buffy the vampire slayer

oooh okay!!

BUFFY & DAWN!!!! i could write essays and essays and essays about them. i keep writing out and then deleting huge paragraphs of text about them. im weeping as i type this. maybe i'll elaborate later but rn i can't bc i have limited time to answer these. but i love them and i'll never ever be over it. i'll never be over dawn as a character by herself either. i could write essays and essays and e

buffy/faith - toxic yuri i will always love you. faith is buffy's shadow self, an embodiment of all of buffy's repressed desires. they want each other so bad and they try to kill each other about it. whats not to love about this relationship

buffy/spike - still toxic, not yuri. he's her little doggy. he's so in love with her that he'll do anything to make her happy. he has no concept of boundaries and he blatantly disregards hers. she makes him want to be better. she uses him as a sex toy and a punching bag because she knows he won't complain about it. they're an embarrassing freak couple (affectionate AND derogatory) and theyre terrible to each other

willow & xander - his love for her saved the world. i dunno what else to say about this. the yellow crayon scene hits me right in the heart every time.

tara/willow - i'll be honest, if not for willow being a contender for World's Worst Partner, tillow wouldn't have made this list, because cute sweet fluffy no-drama romance isn't all that interesting to me. luckily, willow fucking sucks (affectionate)

honorable mentions go to the whirlwind (darla/angel/drusilla/spike) as a murder polycule, anya/xander, buffy & tara, and spike & dawn.

[briebo-art]

did a small fun illustration for my fluffy trans online Pathfinder short-story "Odd Inheritance", about a young boy that somehow manages to inherit the Aasimar traits that are restricted to the women in his family (Which you can read the entirety of, online, for free! Right here at Scribblehub)

anyways, this is Anya getting to try on a dress for the first time! She's enjoying herself :)

her aasimar trait is that the white bits of her hair change color with her emotions! gold hair bits mean shes happy, red hair bits mean shes a teensy bit embarrassed, and the brown parts are just her hair that hasnt been turned magic yet

[thelreads]

Jesus, the weekend barely started and it`s already over. I think we need to fix that establishing an 8-day long weekend someday, once I become the supreme ruler of Earth I`ll look into it. Besides my plans for the following weekend, it`s time to continue the journey of my favorite idiots. Boy it`s been a while since the last Spy x Family chap- you know, I`m starting to think I say that every single chapter by now.

Alright, no more delays, let`s jump straight into mission 40!

BOND! IT`S BOND! I ALREADY LIKE THIS CHAPTER.

Last chapter was a damian-centric chapter, right? Is this gonna be a bond-centric one? Are we starting a streak of important side characters-centric chapters? God I hope so.

Anya, it`s a dog, that`s their whole purpose, given to them by God. They lazy around, are cute, and depending on dog they might also be incredibly fluffy.

Anyway, it`s definitely going to be a bond chapter, gonna see the baby sleeping in each and every corner of the house.

oh- oh boy, that ain`t gonna be good I think. A prediction, that means something bad is going to happen.

Dammit is this going to be Bond saving the family in secret like Anya does?

[ace-aro-taku]

i...i started watching buddy daddies because of your reblogs and ;-; i just caught up and ;-; dude omg dude this anime got me ;-; bro like hold on i need a minute ;-; anyways what are ur thoughts on it :3

Hell yeah, another in the fandom!! Welcome!!

Yes we all agree Episode 10 is a tear jerker and we've got 3 episodes left so anything can happen. A friend of mine and I got some speculation on what could happen but we're gonna wait to see what happens.

My thoughts: It's like Spy x Family and Fugou Keiji got together and had a baby and Buddy Daddies popped out. I love the found family dynamic, bits of comedy and my tiny bit of fujoshi is out cuz let's face it, Rei and Kazuki are shippable. I loved Anya in Spy x Family but I'm sorry, I like Miri a lot more!

I honestly just want them to be all happy. I enjoy the fluffy slice of life genre of anime and it's sad that ones like these only get 1 Season. I'd be super happy if it got a 2nd season but I also wished that for Fugou Keiji and Yuri on Ice and it won't happen so this one's going to go right on that shelf!

But yes, there are some flaws so I can't give it 100% but a solid 9/10!

[cherrysoulth]

What Hides In The Shadows - Chapter 2: MÉTAMORPHOSE I

Art by Silvia Guimaraens (Pinterest)

🩸 The butterfly peaks its wings through the chrysalis. 🩸

💕Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Summary:

"What hides in the shadows will let you see who you really are." Main work list.

✏️Genre/au: Vampires, Alternative universe (Future of humanity), Sci-fi, Horror, Romance, Action, Angst, Vampires vs. Hunters

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Word count: 3216

⚠️ Chapter warnings: gore, blood, angst

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You felt the other man’s eyes on you before diverting your head his way. His stare was intense as if he wanted to read you, or see through you. Taehyung tensed at your side, his voice sounded powerful like a leash around the neck.

“Careful how you look at her.” The other male just smiled at him, changing his expression completely. Suddenly looking like a fluffy bunny. 

“She smells like you…” the stranger replied with a chuckle, almost blushing, letting his undercut faded green hair, fall to the side. “I think no one would dare to touch her.”

His comment reminded you about the activities in the little space under the room's floor and you sniffled yourself quietly to know what it was like. The smell of the cotton clean white dress that you wore but didn’t remember changing into, hit first, with its fresh laundry scent, making you feel cozy. Then, the smell of sex and blood, hit your nostrils. His scent on your skin, clear and distinguishable like you could choose what particles you wanted to get the hint of. The smell of your own blood, mixed with Taehyung's, making the tingle feeling on your eyes and fangs happen again. It made the bunny-man chuckle softly. 

You noticed a strange prickle in your skin but didn’t dare to look.

“She looks kind of feral right now but he can still snap her like a twig if she breathes the wrong way near him." added the other while examining you from head to toe and his tongue poked between his front teeth with a smile when your eyes met. 

“He won’t–” interjected Taehyung, calmly.

"He can try." you barked and stood with your fangs on displayed, not ever knowing who you were talking about but understanding the statement as a threat. A smirk appeared on his lips as you felt Taehyung's eyes on your back, then you guessed they switched to his companion, as his attitude turned more submissive this time.

"I didn't mean to offend. Still, you should know your place… Anya.” he pronounced with narrowed eyes and a seductive smirk. “I’m older...” he whispered. Taehyung then stood to hug you from the back, his head rested on your shoulder, surprising you. "I'm Taehyung's younger cousin, Jungkook. Nice to meet you." He offered his hand to shake, but when you didn't respond Taehyung moved your hand to Jungkook's, allowing him to kiss it.

The whole situation was surreal and made it very difficult for you to know what to do. All you seemed to be able to do was take what came and act through instincts and impulses. It all made you feel strange, too used to things being under control.

“I have all you need, waiting for you in the bathroom.” Tehyung offered, letting go of his embrace to switch positions, hands resting on your back as he pulled you closer to his body. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured, kissing the bridge of your nose. You rested your hands on his hard but welcoming chest and looked at him, reaching for a kiss only to receive a nose rub against yours. “Go, get ready.” he playfully demanded and let you go.

"Nice. She's going to stay here with you." you heard Taehyung say as you turned off the tub.

“You're going to ask the king for advice, won't you? She…” he lowered his voice a lot there but you focused your hearing, surprised on how you were able to get it. “...the change yet… I mean, I don’t mind cleaning up but I know nothing about teaching new vampires. Like… This-This is a mess hyung…”

“I just want her to relax while her body-” you suddenly heard a loud, high pitch ring that made you cover your ears and squint your eyes. Feeling dizzy, your vision blurred and you could hear your muffled breath become erratic. With your  damp hands, you rubbed your face and you shook yourself to wise up your senses but it didn’t work. 

When you tried to grab the edge of the bathtub, one of your nails separated from the flesh and went up. The terrifying image repeated itself on the other hand. For what felt like an hour, every single nail was pushed out by a newly growing one. 

The tinnitus lowered with your change of focus but it was still there, persistent on its purpose, whatever it was. Then you thought that was probably part of the change and that your body was now getting rid of old cells. So you had to be shedding dead skin too. Getting "healed" from all the "damage" in your body, to have a healthy and appealing appearance to attract your victims. Just like Taehyung had demonstrated a few hours ago. It all made too much sense to not be like that.

Looking at the back of your shoulder where the dry blood was on patches now a mix of dead skin raising and newborn skin, the tattoo there was mostly gone. You were sure you could just peal it off but the idea made you squirm in disgust. 

Then you stood from the tub and ran to the mirror, barely recognizing the reflection looking back. Your hair was some inches longer and became super soft by the roots. The dye had faded through the parts where your hair was still alive. Every piercing hole reverted to what it once was pristine skin. Your face's skin only with some patches of the old one on the chin and the jawline looked flawless and radiant, as if the last times of not taking proper care of yourself and your diet had disappeared. Your teeth were straight and shining white, as if a new set had been grown overnight. You realised the high pitch sound had stopped, then turned around searching for your scars, with that discomfort out of the way. 

The one at your knee from playing in an abandoned lot when you were eight was gone. The one on your foot from when you stepped on a poking nail at the age of eleven had also disappeared. The same happened with the rest and you were astonished. 

Then, trying to go back to the bathtub, you slipped on the wet mess on the floor and slammed your jaw against the thick porcelaine edge. The crack sound and the taste of blood made you run to the mirror again. Spitting out in the sink as you noticed something rolling in your tongue, a molar tooth was projected against it with its characteristic tinkle sound. 

“SHIT!” you cussed, poking with your tongue at the bleeding cavity. "FUCK!”

“Don’t worry about it, it’ll grow again.” said Taehyung behind you, leaning on the closed door. 'I didn't latch the locker…'

“How come?” you asked, noticing the bleeding was slowing down and the healing power of your platelets was working to close the wound. He approached to lead you back inside the tub with graceful movements, holding your hand. Then poured toffee and honey scented soup in a brand new loofah, to rub it on your neck and back, pulling off any spots of dead skin with gentleness. “I’m waiting…” you told him, opening your eyes and meeting his.

“I’ll start with the explanations when we finish this.” he asserted. “You’re immortal now, have plenty of time for everything. You’ll have to learn that too.” he explained.

“That’s not entirely true, right? The sun-” you questioned. 

He chuckled and smiled.

“That’s a legend. We don’t burst into flames with the sunrise as they’d say.” he replied. “It’s uncomfortable and it does burn us easier than it does with humans, but there’s sunscreen, glasses and all that nice stuff that will make it easier and safer. So that’s not really a thing.” he explained. 

“What about silver bullets?” he chuckled longer this time, boxy smile doing its appearance again. 

“We heal easily from anything that doesn’t affect a vital organ. If it does hit a vital organ, which would be just bad luck because you’ve seen how fast we can do things… It depends. A go through wound, where the ‘weapon’ gets out of the body, will heal. It takes a little bit longer and things do hurt, as you’ve already experienced. You’ll get more or less used to the pain, and will be able to act past it. Most of the time. Lord… You really are pulling my tongue aren’t you?” he then realized.

“Is that a ‘talent’?” you inquired. "I don't recall doing anything, I'm just listening."

“I don’t know if it’s a ‘talent’ but it’s definitely a talent.” he giggled, placing your right hand over his thigh to take care of your arm.

“Why me?” you questioned. Your smile faded, along with his.

“That’s a good question with no easy answer,” he said. “Let’s leave it as… I felt like it.” he added. You pulled your hand and eyes away, processing; feeling wrong as it were as if you expected to be ‘special’.

“That’s capricious.” you pronounced, noticing his eyes on you but not daring to look at him and let your building up anger get the best of you. “You don’t just-turn someone because you feel like it.” You puffed air, in disbelief.

“With my age, believe me that there’s not much remorse on what you do or you don’t.” he voiced sternly but you noticed the crack in his words, a lie. As if you knew him enough to know that. But you whined down the brewing anger and worked your wheels to get to the truth.

“That’s a lie and I know why.” you told him, finally looking at him. “The way you looked at me before I started turning, was exactly that, remorse–" 

“I’m not sadistic. That’s all it was.” he sincerely proclaimed and this time you believed him. “I wouldn’t enjoy seeing someone in pain even if I did it on purpose. It’s just not in our nature and you can probably guess why.”

“Otherwise you’d probably exterminate us all.” you concluded. 

“Exactly.” he said, grabbing your hands again. “Your nails are going to be strong, try to keep them neat. They cut like knives.” he commanded, while switching his vision from them to your eyes again.

“Am I a servant or something?” you wondered. The whole ‘I felt like it’ undermining any sense of belonging or purpose. 

“Does it look like I want you to be my servant?” he replied with his eyebrows up, as if caught off guard. "One doesn't sleep with those who serve him, it's turbulent and brings problems most of the time." 

So you decided to guess.

“Entertainment?”  

“No...” he replied sternly.

“Soldier?”

“No.”

“Cook…?” 

“No.” this time he looked away, jaded.

“Your martial arts teacher?”

“No…" he raised a brow there, starting to look annoyed.

“Sex-slave!” 

“No- What the fuck, Anya?” he grilled, meeting your eyes again.

“Just making sure you weren’t answering automatically.” you said naughtily, yet putting on an unharming face. “So you haven’t thought what to do with me yet…” you concluded.

“Haven’t I told you-?”

“Yeah, I just don’t buy that.” you shrugged, earning a baffled glance. “I know, I just know. No-one, ever, just does things for the sake of it… Sometimes they don’t even know where the purpose comes from but there’s always one. Just like there’s always a cost.” you told him. “Did you have both your parents growing up?” There he laughed. 

“That’s funny,” he scoffed. “No psychoanalysis of me, love. One, because it won’t work.” Then he moved fast to rub your back fully, making you feel a little bit stressed out. Then he gave you the loofah and pointed to the shower. “Two, you won’t get an answer on what you want to know. Now, finish your shower.” he ordered, closing the transparent curtains. “And by the way, it takes three weeks to grow a new tooth after you turn, try not going around losing them.” And with that he closed the door shut.

“That was cute.” you heard Jungkook say at the other side, presumably  smiling.

“Jungkook-” Taehyung breathed out, tiredness in his tone.

“I know-I know. I’m sorry.” he said before giggling and you were able to hear Taehyung puff air out, assumingly rolling his eyes.

As you went out dressed in another white cotton nightgown, the smell hit you, and you ran through the hallway to the living room that, when you used your hands on the door frame to turn faster, you pulled it out; topping straight away and looking at it shocked. The laughs behind you made you turn to face them. Jungkook clapped as he cracked up.

"Omg…!" he kept on laughing. "Our president will love her." Taehyung nodded. "What brought you here so fast?" 

"Dumplings." You were thirsty, not hungry, although it seemed to you like it was both. Your enthusiasm for food hadn’t gone away. Jungkook started laughing again.

"Oh my-! She's so cute!" he said out of breath. "Jimin will like her too, right? I mean-" Taehyung gave a certain look to him, stern, severe, but not dangerous and Jungkook stopped his prattle.

"Please, sit down, love." said Taehyung, walking his way to the eight seat table and offering you a seat at the right from one of the ends. Then he helped you take a seat.

"You might not know why you created me but you definitely are a gentleman." you appreciated his gesture. He stayed a moment behind you.

"Manners make a man." he responded. "But, what about if we leave the turning and purpose subject alone at the dinner table." he added as he sat down on that end, looking at you.

"Ok." you decided. "I thought you didn't eat." you told him curiously.

"We don't need to eat as it is but it's still enjoyable to do so, from time to time." he replied.

"Our existence is very sustainable, we do not need to create waste or overproduction as humans do." Jungkook commented. "Welcome in, you just became a very green existence with almost no print over the planet!" The idea made you smile. "Pretty." he said, changing to mischief. You ignored the compliment.

"To what do we owe the pleasure then?" you wondered, putting your attention on Taehyung, who had turned towards his cousin.

"Wasn't sure how you'd feel if I threw a person over the table to drink straight from the vain." His stern face, once he looked at you, made it complicated to know if he was joking or stating a fact. "I'm just kidding, we don't do that." he clarified once he noticed the blood was draining from your face, then moved from his static position. 

"How do we feed then?"

"There's people who willingly donate their blood either in bags or they'll just let you fang them…" Responded Jungkook with a giggle, the double meaning joke made you snort and hold your laugh. 

"I thought you could enjoy this." confessed Taehyung. "I mean, we're going to be spending an eternity together. It'll make sense that I start showing you the advantages of your new life." he put the napkin on his chest very sir-like. His look-alike XIV century suit making part of the job. 

"Food is the first thing your kind seems to miss." adds Jungkook.

"Uh… Actually, we are not the same, right? I wanted to ask that." Both of them looked at you but Jungkook only for a second as he took the dumplings out of the steamers to serve them. "I mean, born from turned."

"No, we are not." Taehyung answered. "Do you really wanna know?"  You nodded to his inquiry. "I won't get into the depths of it because I'll bring you books that will answer your questions more objectively but… Pregnancies of our kind last long and our fertility isn't very high. Nature is really wise. In the same way it only allowed us that much, it gave us an alternative. I'm guessing just in case our survival would be put at risk, we could create–"

"Soldiers– That's why– I'm inclined to obey you?" you understood.

"Yes," he said. "That wasn't the reason I created you anyway." he paused there when Junkook placed a bamboo plate in the middle of the table. 

"We are the same because we belong to the same species. We were born from homo sapiens and you are one, then you turn into one of us. But since you aren't born and developed in your mother's womb like we do, you lack certain abilities and your existence seems to be shorter than ours." explained Jungkook. "Sometimes it's even shorter than your normal rate--" you only listened at this point, trying to absorb and process. 

"If I extend," interrupted Taehyung. "your kind, sometimes struggle to adapt and end up killing themselves. Some just weaken and perish with the time." He grabbed a dumpling with his chopsticks and offered it to you, hesitating you took a bite on it. 

"Most of the time, your nature wins. Greed makes you crazy and you’ll become a danger to our kind's safety and it's us who have to finish you." clarified Jungkook, but the set of images their proclamations shot in your brain drained the colour of your face. "Your case is different. Turners, not often feed their spawns with their own blood." said Jugkook with a giggle. When your eyes met Taehyung's, he seemed busted. "Not even when they turn them. A poised bite is more than enough. We work like snakes in that matter."

"Is that wrong?" you asked. "Giving your blood, I mean." 

"Blood is sacred. We choose very carefully with whom we share it…" Jungkook seemed amused.  "and it's always, or ninety-eight percent of the time, with our partners."  he explained. You  blushed while Taehyung was simply silent, looking nowhere. Then his eyes met yours and you felt apprehensive again. What he'd done was meaningful. 'Why won't he tell me why he turned me though? Is it just that? To be his partner?'

"So you turned me to be your partner? No choice there for me– and in case I hesitate–" The thoughtmade your stomach twist, at the verge of throwing up. "You can always use your influence–" 'The attraction… my choice to… it was all fake…'

"I didn't turn you for that. You can say no, I wasn't using my influence when we had sex," you sensed Jungkook leave the room. "and you are free to go and do as you please with your life," Taehyung defined. "In fact, I feel responsible for whatever you do since I turned you but my purpose was fulfilled the moment your fangs poked out. If you'd prefer it I can find you a new mentor. Letting you roam around uninstructed would be a danger to my people. So I won't allow it. Now it's up to you if you want to be around me anymore or not." he finished. Then, looking away, he continued eating. By the intensity of his chew and the slight frown, you could tell he was upset, although his tone had been calm all the time. Even if those details could have easily been missed. 

'~I felt like it...~ He really just felt like it...'

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Fic gifted to: @risaimitchel (please enable gifts on ao3, friend!)

Rating: Teen

Warnings: None

Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess

Characters: Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Background Characters (mentioned), Anya Forger (mentioned)

Additional Tags: Loid and Yor Briar Forger Are Eden Academy Students, TwiYor Gift Exchange, Angst, Fluff and Angst, starts fluffy and gets angsty, i am incapable of not writing angst, Passage of time, Pre-Canon, the events of canon still happen but Loid and Yor went to Eden Academy together, no beta we die like [redacted]'s mom, First love and loss, Missed Opportunities

Summary:

And Yor Briar, well, Loid thought she was pretty much perfect. She was full of contradictions, poised and confident one moment and shy and somewhat awkward the next. Her piercing red gaze always seemed to bore right through him, and if he was a little less in control of himself he might dare to say he had a bit of a crush on her. Unfortunately, that rendered him almost completely useless when it came to talking to her, much less flirting with her.

Yor currently had 7 Stella Stars and 7 Tonitrus Bolts, which was a constant source of stress for Loid. The next award or demerit would decide her fate at Eden: Imperial Scholar or expulsion. The two of them were working very hard to ensure the former and prohibit the latter, hence the daily study sessions in the library. Midterms were coming up, and both Stellas and Tonitruses were on the line.