Welcome to my little slice of pie! This is a blog for my Team Rocket OC, by the name of Valentine who is an Elite Officer, with the designation of 013.
Low activity, selective and multiship! Loved by Kei.
A while back he handed her a blank check to do with as she please as their 'wedding budget'. She finally decided to cash it in.
As she had asked him before, she'd be fine with just a simple wedding. Honestly, she would have bene worried if he'd wanted to do something as crazy as televising it. But he'd respected her wishes and even seemed to be wholly for the idea. Orreans didn't really marry, apparently.
He only had one thing he wanted for it and it was to see her in a wedding dress.
She'd sent him a note to meet her at a place and to wear something nice. It's going to be a memorable night.
Of course, the place she asked him to come to was this quiet little chapel, tucked in a corner somewhere. She was waiting inside for him, standing by the altar, signing to a priest who had no trouble keeping up with her chattering.
When his future wife, Sakura, spotted him, she turned to him with a bright smile, holding out her hand for him to take.
He did say any time, any place, right?
Well, it was about time.
Under a keep reading because this will be a long one.
He was clueless. Completely and utterly clueless. An extraordinary rarity for him. Something so unheard of, the concept was alien to him. For so long, he'd been able to predict things. For so long he was always right, every single time. Even Sakura was predictable to him for the most part.
Not this time.
His version of something nice was simple enough, literally his usual outfit but lacking the dust and grime it was usually coated with. Walking in, he assumed the odd choice of location was a red herring, something to throw him off. He knew she liked to do that from time to time.
Not this time.
The first thing he saw was all the white. If it were anyone or anything else, he'd have hated that white. He always did. But not now. He couldn't. It was her. Being clueless didn't last long, the cogs in his mind spinning, each one grinding against the others, struggling to comprehend the situation his was now in. Cluelessness turned into panic, but it was panic he masked well, he wasn't exactly the most expressive man in existence.
"Val, you know if you wanted to kill me there are much more efficient ways to-"
His joke cut off awkwardly. He couldn't finish it. Not this time. He couldn't escape now, even if he wanted to.
But he didn't want to.
Escape didn't even cross his mind, something even rarer than him being clueless. Escape was almost always at the forefront of his mind in any given situation.
His machines couldn't save him here. Nothing could. He'd destroy anything that tried to stop this, this was something he wanted for once. For once he was doing something for himself.
So he did what he wanted to. He stepped up towards her, wordlessly. At least, wordlessly as far as speaking went. His hands were doing that for him, he was signing. He'd learnt sign specifically for use with her after all.
"I'm sorry I took so long. I shouldn't have kept you waiting."
That was all he could say in that moment. And then he took the hand offered to him finally. But the way he held it was... different. His grip wasn't the usual loose, easily escaped kind. This was one that might as well have been held together by glue...
All he could do now was wait, for what came next.
"You know, Va- I mean, Sakura. At some point we really do kind of have to follow up on what we both agreed to. It's been two years, you don't deserve to be kept waiting, work can kiss my ass."
Man, somehow he left a woman who couldn't even talk utterly speechless.
Her hands didn't even try to move to sign, she just stared at Alistair with those wide red eyes of hers for a little while as she processed everything. She knew what was to come, but to finally see the end of that road...
And of course she'd heard what he said about her...and about him.
So she tried to put it into words, despite how much her hands were shaking now.
[First. You wanted to stay with a defective woman like me who cannot function normally on society. You support everything I do even when it makes you anxious.
And secondly...how dare I ask for support if I would not choose to stay next you you and support you back. So of course...whether you have your entire face, half a face or a piece of you face in a Tupperware box -- what mattered to me was always you as a whole. So if this is you doing your side of the proposal then...]
She reached out to the man she loved and tugged him down so he could be at eye level with her, mentally apologizing for being so short compared to him she knows this night be a bit much.
But she needed to kiss him. She needed to seal the deal with action.
Even though she'd love to say to him let's get married like they were on some cheesy life time movie, but there was no helping it.
Hearing that again... That was something. He'd almost forgotten how it sounded. But that brought it all back.
He shut up, for once. He didn't need to speak, he just grabbed Val and held her, there and then, and frankly, it was as if he had no intention of letting go of her. Though, she probably didn't mind that.
"It's okay, don't force it... I know it's hard."
For all his flaws, if there's one thing he had, it was patience, especially with her.
"Ari." There was more weight, more certainty in those two little syllables. There was no sweet perfection to match her sugary looks, her voice so unused that she sounde dmore like scatchy sandpaper.
Valentine allowed herself the rare treat of letting herself relax, of sinking into another's arms without worry.
Nothing else left her lips, yet there was no need to say anything else. All she had to do was hug him back, her arms encircling Alistair's waist and squeezing as hard as she could. Turning her hed a bit, she rested it on his shoulder, just relishing in this tender moment. Such times were rare for people like them, after all, so they had to cherish them for as long as they could.
If it were anyone else, they'd have to worry about still having that hand. But this was Val, of course he didn't mind.
He didn't even flinch when she bit, somehow. Definitely a normal reaction. Really, he's just happy she's back.
There was a lot of missed time she had to make up for -- of course she was excitable?! Who wouldn't be excited to be reunited with their wonderful fiancé?
Her smile grew as she looked up at his face, feeling the warmth she hadn't had since rushing over to Kalos surfacing again. Ah, there it was. Like a reliable rifle, that familiar rush of affection whenever she saw Alistair, no matter how he looked.
"Ari..." Again, she'd fallen to old, bad habits -- her selective mutism had basically gone into overdrive, so her voice was raspy again. Accented, because she had to pull from early memories on how to manipulate hie name on her tongue. But for a hitwoman like her, whose silence was worth its weight in gold, her uttering his name was akin to saying 'I love you'.
Cue immediate headpatting.
"Pink is red. This is fine. You are fine."
We ignore how he knew that was the thought, and we ignore that pink is not red but he's not smart. He loves her unconditionally.
Her hands caught his -- trapped! Not that Alistair minded much, in all likelihood.
The worry lingered, but was ignored in favour of having her favourite man so close by. Just bringing his hand to her face where she first planted a kiss on his pal and then a playful bite on one of his fingers. Oh, how she missed him.
Oh, looked like her informant was correct. Alistair came zooming in to her quite fast. Although she was confused as to why he seemed a little upset. Was the sign no good after all?
She looked up at her fiance and asked a simple, [No good?]
Her words were met with a shake of the head, accompanied with a smug grin, arms pulling her right into him tightly.
"No, very good, just not for the public, Sakura"
He whispered this time, partly because he was using her name, partly because of what came next
"I'd love to do that, adore it, even, 'Kura"
Oh. So it truly was an indecency issue then? Valentine hadn't been really sure, but she supposed it had to be that kind of thing. And yet, she couldn't be upset -- she loved being pulled into Alistair's arms.
Her cheeks went red, flush with want and embarrassment. A...nickname? Oh, my...more than ever she wished she could speak normally. It was nice hearing her name roll off his tongue so quietly.
Hanging off of him, there really was no easy way to speak. Just saying no good had been difficult. But who needed words? When she could use body language.
Just grasping his face now level with hers and sinking into his lips, hard and rough. Just taking the breath out of him in a way that belied her very sweet looks. There was heat, hunger. She bit his lip rather insistently. Seemed as if her sign was still valid for him, despite being out of sight.
The sign did not last long, no, with how she was snatched up, there was no way it was surviving that. Whoever told her to hold the sign up had given her the right idea, certainly, but that didn't make it shock him less.
"VALENTINE DO NOT HOLD THAT UP IN PUBLIC"
Oh, looked like her informant was correct. Alistair came zooming in to her quite fast. Although she was confused as to why he seemed a little upset. Was the sign no good after all?
She looked up at her fiance and asked a simple, [No good?]
The waifu has returned! She is covered in blood but don't worry! It's not hers. And she has gifts. Well, she hopes everyone will consider them gifts. She liked to call them petty revenge Valentines.
Well....if you consider ripping out someone's heart as a trophy for slights to be merely petty.
It's the thought that counts, isn't it?
She's currently leaving Proton a nicely preserved heart in a properly sealed box on his desk. She has one for everyone she likes.
This is the only day where she was allowed to be relaxedin her safe house -- in nothing, but her underwear and an apron. Hopefully she won't make Alistair's head explode. She recently did a research on recent waifu types and people seemed to think this was popular. Hopefully he liked it.
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