ChrysTheMiss

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[chrysthemiss]

And as I watched the clouds hide the blue sky, I wondered if it was a sign that this is how I hide my faults.

Despite my many openings coming across as a beautiful blue, I hide behind a dull gray sky. If I let the storm pass, will I be proud of how I end?

[chrysthemiss]

If it is a sin to love my friends,

Then I shall burn in hell.

If my endless hours of work seem to lead me nowhere,

Then I shall work harder.

If my weight to bear is the love my loved ones have for me,

Then I let it weigh me down til I've come to drown.

When my light has dwindled, and my skin has cooled,

May their words keep me alive, and their presence keep me warm.

If it is sin to love,

Then I am a sinner.

I'd make you dinner,

And I'd draw a bath,

Perhaps I'll fill your wallet with some cash,

To hold you close,

And fold your clothes,

To meet you there,

By car, or by air,

My Love is yours to keep,

A figure of speech, so to speak.

Love is special, it's from within,

Grab a pencil, let me fill you in,

My Love is never-ending,

And it is not a sin.

[minimuii]

**fic idea**

I just had this thought and I need me more fics…

Fics where it focuses not on mari, Adrien, chat or even ladybug

but rather… on the aftermath of an akuma victim. Their life after. Would it affect their friendships? We’re they a parent? Are their kids scared? Would they have trouble with their jobs and bosses? Maybe people who don’t even know them becoming scared or wary of them on the streets? Recognizing them from tv? There’s bound to be teasing, and avoiding and a change in heir lives after that…

I remember seeing chat in the background if a news screenshot talking to a victim in a shock blanket, what’s was that like? Sometimes chat and lady ran straight off without talking to the victim … did that effect them? How they see their heroes?

I just suddenly really need more about the complications that come out of going though that, not being yourself and realizing when it’s all over how much damage you caused… how you could’ve killed your friends, your heroes, your city.

I reallyyyy want this. If this inspires you pls write drabbles *u*

[chrysthemiss]

@minimuii I liked you idea!

Coming to my senses after being released from the akuma hit hard. It felt like a gut punch. Had I really let myself get so..Lost? Had I hurt anyone? Ladybug walked a ways off, calling someone on her bugphone as Chat Noir kneels down to my level. "Hey, you alright?" He asks softly, his voice a soft hum in my world of screams.

My shoulders droop, eyes glossing over as I let out a soft sob. "I'm sorry..Is everyone okay..?" I utter, my body jerking as he gently places his hand on my arm, gently squeezing my bicep.

"Are you?" He tilts his head slightly. "You weren't yourself, is all..What happened today wasn't you, this doesn't define you."

Ladybug lowers her bugphone, reaching in and pulling out a blanket. She closes the yo-yo, approaching me, opening the blanket and lying it over my shoulders where Chat adjusts it over me. "It's not known," Ladybug begins. "But we donate to therapies centered around akumatized victims..Would you like to take a look at it?"

I shudder, "Yes, please..I'm so sorry for all the trouble I caused–"

"Hey hey--" Ladybug leans down too. "You were no trouble, you were hurting. It doesn't bother us when you're in need of a hand." She opens her yo-yo, pulling out a tissue and wiping away my tears.

"Mental state aside, are you in any pain? Did you have any injuries prior to your akumatization that need attention?" Chat Noir asks, the back of his hand running across my body in search for wounds.

"No, I– No, just bruises from the cause of it.." I sigh. "I'm sorry..I'm really sorry.."

"You don't have to apologize for having one bad day.." Ladybug brushes back my hair, voice lowering. "You have many more good days ahead of you, do not let today stop you from having them."

Chat Noir nods, "We've called an ambulance to take you for a screening– It's paid for, the mayor takes payments on behalf of the people we call help for. You'll be assessed, informed better of therapy options, and how to return to your work." He stands. "Let's get you down from this roof."

. . . . .

I'd only been in the hospital for two days before I was sent out. I'd start therapy in a few days, and my work had given me PTO, so I didn't lose a dime recovering. But I hesitated as I reached the office building. I had let stress get to me, the subtle jabs at my inefficiency, the deadlines– I had faltered, and gotten myself akumatized in the process.

I take a deep breath, exhaling shakily as I open the door and enter the building. The ride up the elevator is tense, and I feel myself ready to hurl. 'Oh God, what's everyone going to say to me..Will they avoid me..?'

The bell dings, signaling my arrival, and I gulp as the doors open. I step out, and everyone's heads turn to me, gazes focused. My boss stomps towards me, and I curse myself for cowering. "..Are you okay?" He asks, lowering his head to meet my eyes.

"I– Yes--"

"..I'm sorry."

"I- What..?"

"I overworked you. I shouted at you for taking your time, but you were overlooking miles of code to make sure everything was working as it should. I wasn't paying attention to what you were doing, just how you were doing it. Our clocks are different, and I tried to force you onto my time." He lowers his head. "Forgive me for my insolence."

My body melts with every word. I wouldn't be shouted at? Reprimanded? I..Was given an apology..? "P-Please raise your head– There really is no need--"

"You suffered, and because of me– I'll control my temper, and if you ever feel overwhelmed, take the day off." He turns. "That goes for all of you, too. We'll work together as a team and lift eachother up when we feel we are at the end of our rope." He bows deeply. "I hope to be better for all of you."

And just like that, we all breathed a sigh of relief. As the work day went on, I felt reassuring squeezes, and my worries drifted away.

I know I lost my cool, and that I hurt people. But I'll work to fix that, build their trust again, and be me.

[aerequets]

this is vaguely going off a comment someone left about yor paying loid a compliment but this comic just kind of went in a totally different direction lol. it is very messy even by my standards tbh but we're gettin back into the swing of it... Slowly

[chrysthemiss]

"It suits you?" Handler narrows her eyes. "You look like a blueberry."

"Blueberries are purple, I'll have you know." Twilight drinks from his mug of decaf.

"You stand out," Handler utters. "We wear what we do to not be perceived, to blend in." She rubs her eyes from under her sunglasses, standing. "Your wears do not suit your lifestyle, Rookie. That is all, good day."

Twilight mentally cowered at her words, Handler was right. He's a spy, not a family man. He can't simply wear blue because Yor tells him it suits him– He should be normal, able to be skimmed over by SSS, not stand out. 'Perhaps I do look like a blueberry..' Twilight deadpans. 'But they're not blue.' Shaking his head, he leaves a bill and stands, pushing his chair in and adjusting his sweatshirt.

Twilight stares at himself for several seconds each time he passes a store window, cursing himself for listening to Yor. Of course, her opinion mattered, she was a large asset to Operation:Strix, but Twilight used company money to change his entire wardrobe simply because, "Blue suits you."

When he arrived home, greeted by Bond, his two favorite girls companions soon rushed over. "Papa's home!" Anya raises both hands.

"Welcome home, Loid." Yor beams. "Was everything alright with work?"

"Yes, just had to review some paperwork before sending it in." Twilight smiles.

Anya stares at him, tilting her head slightly before blurting, "Papa looks nice in blue."

Twilight and Yor both look to her, "I do?" Loid perks.

"Doesn't he? It goes well with his eyes." Yor looks to him. "Doesn't it?"

"I..Never realized.." Twilight clears his throat.

"Papa should wear blue more often!" Anya smiles. "We can match!"

Several images pop into Twilight's mind of father daughter clothing ideas, family ones too, including Bond with matching bandannas. "We'll look next time we go on an outing." Yor coos.

"An ooting!" Anya giggles. "Yeahaha! We'll be the coolest family like, ever!"

Twilight tries to convince himself otherwise, it's meaningless to match with his family, it won't truly benefit Operation Strix in any way- "It has become very popular for family's to match, I'm sure we'll see plenty of options." Yor leans down, booping Anya's nose.

"That's true." Twilight hums. "We'll plan an ooting for this weekend, then. Go on now, do your homework while I make dinner."

"Hamburg steak!!"

"Hmm..We do have ingredients for it..Alright."

Anya cheers, wrapping her arms around Bond who borfs, guiding Anya to spin and hop. Matching outfits wasn't too bad of an idea..

*AND LOID WOULD GET MATCHING FAMILY SOCKS WITH HIS FAMILY, BOND WOULD TOTALLY DO THAT WONKY WALK BECAUSE DOGS CAN'T WEAR SOCKS WITHOUT WALKING FUNNY!*

@aerequets posted AND IT'S SO GOODDDD

[aerequets]

the forgers get a cat (it has telekinesis)

it probably like, snuck into radioactive waste or something that project apple left behind and came out with telekinesis

not enough to do serious damage but just enough for tomfoolery and shenanigans

yor found the kitty. it immediately loved her. yor is its favorite

bond is terrified of this cat 1/8th his size

bond is sad when anya shows this cat love, but also can't do anything because aforementioned fear

it likes to mess with loid because why not? make his life harder. go kitty

doesnt have a name yet 🤔🤔

[chrysthemiss]

His name is Thor, short for Thorium, a malleable metal. Telekinesis is simply a matter of being able to control your thoughts, focus them and think of something else, to form what you're focused on of moving. Malleable to change, and being able to change what you're using your Telekinesis on. (I hope this is okay @aerequets )

While he is a bit weak with his telekinesis, he soon grows far too powerful, and can lift Loid, but doesn't. He soon catches on that if anything were to happen, Yor, his loving owner, would most likely kick him to the curb.

Anya filled his head with that, because Bond had growled about it at one point, and Thor now lived by the rule of keeping his powers hidden unless needed. He hated the rule, of course, rules were dumb. But he respected his family, except Loid.

"I swear, that cat always looks like he wants me dead." Loid mutters, lowering his newspaper.

"Awh, he's just a baby." Yor coos, rubbing her fingers together. "Come here my little Prince."

Thor purrs, hopping up the counter and over to Yor, nuzzling against her hand when it is presented. Bond sits with a thump, head lowering, eyes flicking upwards at Yor. 'Bond though he was Prince.' He whimpers softly, gently pawing at the floor.

"I'm detecting jealousy from you, Bond." Loid flicks his newspaper back up. "How unlike you."

Yor steps away from the counter, kneeling down and patting Bond's head, "You are my king, Bond. You have nothing to worry about." She kisses his head. "Would a walk make you feel better?"

He jumps up, licking her face, barking. "Anya wants to go too!" Anya scurries out of her room, scarf and gloves already on.

"Loid, would you like to join us?" Yor giggles, brushing back Bond's fur as he nuzzles her cheek.

Loid hums, Anya's eager face quickly turning to a deadpan. 'I have to keep up appearances, the neighbors haven't seen us out as a family in weeks..I'll have to bring this up to Handler, and clear a schedule solely for family.' Loid smiles. "I'd love to join you, we could make this a family brunch too."

Yor beams at him, Anya gazing at Loid, 'Papa's such a workaholic.'

Thor mews, gazing at the family with expectant eyes. "Yor, I don't think taking Thor with us is ideal. We don't have a harness for him, nor would he stay with us in this busy city." Loid says, nearing the family, offering his hand to Yor.

She takes his hand, being pulled up, nodding, "Yes, but he might cause a ruckus in our absence. I could hold him til we shop for a harness?"

Loid hums, "I..Suppose so.."

Bond growls softly, his growl turning into a soft whine, the dog dragging himself to the coat rack. The family readies, and then leaves the house, Thor comfortable atop Yor's shoulders.

Loid and Yor go inside the pet shop to quickly measure Thor for a harness, and get him a matching gold leash. Loid is in charge of him, because Bond wanted Yor's attention, and wouldn't follow if Loid was holding his leash. Thor mews, hopping to the curb, swatting at a lizard that quickly scuttles off, hissing. "Mama, do cats eat lizards?" Anya asks, looking to Yor.

"I think so." Yor replies, gently squeezing Anya's hand. "But Thor is domestic, so he really shouldn't be eating them."

Thor perks at her words, ceasing his hisses, walking alongside Bond who cowers. 'Cat scary. Cat wants to hurt Bond.'

Anya gasps softly, releasing Yor's hand and skipping forward. "Mama, cats don't like dogs!"

"That's a common stereotype, Anya." Loid utters. "It's not entirely true. Cats are naturally cruel though, they're the ones who initiate fights the most."

Thor glares back, glancing to Loid's shoes, turning proudly as the knots is undone. Loid steps forward, soon tripping over his own shoelaces, muttering softly as he kneels down to tie his shoes and continue walking.

Bond stills, Anya looking to him, perking. 'Papa's going to fall into mud? But it hasn't rained!' Anya hardens her gaze. "That's all!?"

Sneezing, Bond borfs, tail wagging as Anya caresses his face. She sighs, "It's okay Bond, it's not hurting anyone!" Anya hugs his muzzle. "Mama! Can we go play at the park?"

Yor smiles and nods, "We're nearby, we can go."

After a peaceful walk, they arrive to the park, Bond being unleashed and allowed to hop around with Anya. Thor stares, eyes widening for a second, Bond toppling over nothing. He doesn't allow it to affect him and he jumps right back up, Anya squealing as he chases after her.

"Shall we walk around too, Yor?" Loid smiles.

"Yes, let's!" Yor smiles back. "I heard that Bondman is getting a new show, a spin-off, I believe."

Loid perks, "Oh yes, it'll follow the women he's lead on over his journeys." Loid nods. "It'll start off in chronological order."

Thor narrows his eyes, frowning, "Mrrrp?"

"You seem to know plenty, Loid. Are you sure you're not watching it because you do enjoy it?" Yor grins, gently bumping him.

"No- What an absurd accusation." Loid fumbles, a faint pink dusting his cheeks. "I watch it so Anya knows I value what she does."

"Then I guess, the Manga collection I bought of Bondman can go to her." Yor shrugs.

"You– Bought the collection?" Loid softens. "For me?"

Yor flushes red, "You're my husband. I'm supposed to indulge in your hobbies too.."

Thor gapes, Yor is supposed to be his! He glares at Loid's shoes, the laces raising and tying to the other shoe's laces. At Loid's next step, he falls forward, sprinklers going off nearby. Yor gasps in suprise, raising both hands to cover her mouth. "Loid!!"

He pushes himself up slightly, Thor glaring at his laces, tying them back up and stepping closer to Yor. "I have two left feet today.." Loid sits up, wiping his face. "Forgive me, Yor–"

"No no!" She waves her hands, reaching into her pockets and squatting down. "Loid, are you alright? Here, let me—" She wipes his cheek, gentle with the cloth against his skin.

He thinks about protesting, that he is able to do it himself, but can't find himself saying so. He sighs, leaning towards the cloth, somehow content with how things turned out. "Thank you, Yor.."

Thor rolls his eyes, turning and growling a meow. He should've stuck to bullying Bond.

[chrysthemiss]

It's my birthday! 🎉Yippee!

[aerequets]

(part 1)

(short comic) (you can otherwise search 'spy x pta' on my profile)

MY GOODNESS. it's been a hot minute since i posted the first part and i guess i just couldn't SHUT UP because this is FOURTEEN PAGES LONG. FOURTEEN. you can even see some pages where the linework is slightly different because i drew it like 6-ish weeks ago, that's how long this has been cooking. drawing in general has been hard lately because of time constraints, BUT i am so happy i finished this. this is like my fav project even tho it isnt as popular, but who cares!!!!! POPULAR IN MY HEART

[chrysthemiss]

The Alternative Route.

Twilight was a merciless man, especially when it came down to his Assignme– His, family. He would not take any sour looks, and horrible thoughts, a single slip of the tounge– "Oh Yor looked so–" So, what? Hm? He'd cut off the tounge of anyone who dared say his wif– His, companion, was anything crude, either ugly or stupid, no slander would be taken.

The PTA meeting was the first strike, and when he showed up, disguised as a frail, ugly, old woman, he blended in perfectly. "I mean can you believe her?" The hag hissed. "We have no room for softies like her, especially one who can't bake."

Twilight stared at her, brows furrowing, "We have room for improvement." He strained.

"Improvement? Oh yes, Yor needs much of it. Not a suprise she married a single father, she was a last resort." She scoffed. "I'd almost feel sorry for her, but her daughter and husband must already be disappointed enough."

Twilight gripped the edge of the table, gritting his teeth, "I bet that's what your husband thinks when you come home."

Heads whipped to him, several gasps following, "Mrs. Norrison-!"

"Why I'd never–" The hag clutched her pearls. "How dare you insinuate my husband doesn't love me–!"

"I'd be correct to insinuate this you misbegotten daughter of a BI–"

"DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK OF MY MOTHER!" She screeches, lunging across the desks.

Twilight grabs her, the light of a thousand burning sun's in his eyes, "I'll sick the S.S.S on you, I hope you find enough time to hide your papers on your so-called small business." Twilight glared. "I'd deal with you myself, but my wife needs me."

He releases her, scowling as he hobbles off. As soon as he's out of sight from wandering eyes and cameras, he removes his disguise and walks to the store. 'I need to buy Yor some flowers..They're bound to make her happy, won't they? Reciving flowers gives off serotonin, she would be satisfied with a small bunch.' He enters the store, arriving almost immediately at the flora. "But Yor deserves much more."

Twilight bought more than just a small bunch of roses, and if he be teased by his pink haired telepath daughter, he could care less. For the way Yor's eyes brightened at the sight, how Twilight's heart swelled at the reaction he so desperately loved to see, he would not mind being teased for it. So long as he would be able to see Yor's smile.

Bonus:

"Oh thank you! Thank you!" Yor beamed. "These are beautiful, Loid!" She kissed his cheek. "I'll trim them and put them in water."

Twilight stilled, Anya gazing up at him, grinning. "Papa wants Mama to give him more kisses."

He should've denied it, exclaimed, "No I do not!" But he truly did want more kisses.

Yor turned back, examining Twilight's face for any hint of him denying it, but found none. She set the flowers down and approached Twilight, cupping his face gently and peppering his face with kisses. Anya soon frowned, raising her arms, "Okay okay! Anya wants kisses from Mama too!!"

Loid places both hands on Yor's waist, bringing her closer, "Back off Anya, Mama's mine right now." He softens.

Anya pouts, weakly beating his leg, Yor giggling, "Mama has more than enough kisses to go around!"

"Not true, they're all for me. Anya already got one this morning." Loid leans in. "Yor?"

She snorts, "My Twilight." She pecks his nose. "Weak at the knees for little ol me."

"We can talk about that later, more love from you, Yor." He sighs.

"Papa you've had Mama long enough!!"

"Says who?!?!"

"Bond does! Attack plan B!"

Bond barks and lunges for Loid's shoe, causing him to fall back, Bond removing his shoe and running off with it. "Bond! Get back here!!" Twilight scrambles up and chases after him.

At this, Anya takes Yor's hand and guides her to the sofa, sitting her down where she promptly lies beside her, resting her head in Yor's lap. When Loid returns, he glares, and painfully accepts defeat.

Anya 1, Twilight 729.

Her first victory in many to come, and his first loss, in many to follow.

(Sorry I keep doing this @aerequets I just love your comics so much they inspire me to write 😭)

[cyansadness]

Okay, to whoever writes Mr. Iglesias fanfiction

Can someone, for the love of god, write a story where someone decides to mess with our favorite couple (specifically a girl flirting with Mikey) and Mikey is all clueless. Marisol gets all self conscious about their relationship and herself. Mikey finally comes to her senses and tells her he loves her and only her and all sappy.

Someone please write this.

[chrysthemiss]

"And you were just, such a handsome Romeo.." The blonde bites her lip, smiling and gazing at his lips.

Mikey laughs, "Thanks! I kind of thought Lorenzo was better looking than me, but a compliment is a compliment!"

The girl raises a brow, but shuffles closer, running her hand from Mikey's shoulder to his hand. He watches her do so, dazed. Her hands weren't as rough as Marisol's, she didn't have nails either. Mikey drew back, "Y'know my girlfriend Marisol, she was HOT." Mikey gently fist bumps the blonde's shoulder. "I love her, she was such an amazing Juliet."

"Well, I, could be your Juliet.." She takes his hand again. "Handsome with stunning.."

"Which is exactly why he's with me." Marisol hisses, stepping in. "Well?"

The blonde draws back, clicking her tounge and stomping off. Marisol looked to Mikey, the Latino absent-mindedly wiping his hand on his pants. He noticed Marisol looking at him, turning to her and smiling brightly. "Hi!"

Marisol stares, thoughts going south, the Latina turning her head away. Mikey stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her cheek, "Mi Cielo, what's wrong?" He hums. "You were late today.."

She huffs, "Nothing is wrong. And I'm not late."

Mikey may be stupid, but he noticed everything when it came to Marisol. He kissed her cheek again, leaning his head against hers. "I love you, Mi Amor."

He knew he said the right thing when she melted into him, another, softer sigh escaping her. "..I love you too."

"So can we get breakfast?"

Marisol pinches his nose, snorting. "Yes, we can get breakfast."

.....👍🏽

[aerequets]

sorry

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it gets progressively messier the sleepier i get, but i feel like it fits the vibe!

[chrysthemiss]

Here's my birthday present 😔 Happy birthday @aerequets (ur old now)

Twilight knew he shouldn't have let his emotions get the better of him, but it was so hard not to. Yor was so kind, trying her hardest to fit into a family that wasn't even hers– Though, he supposed now it was. They had gone through hell and back as a team, a family. "Yor.." Loid breathed out, her name bringing out a lovesick sigh. "Yor, I.."

She smiled warmly, placing her hand on his cheek, Twilight all too willing to lean into her palm, savoring the warmth she radiated, the scent of mandarins filling his nose, her lotion flashing through his mind. "I like kissing you." Yor suddenly blurted.

Twilight perked, a, definitely out of character, goofy grin crossing his lips. "Really now?"

"I–" Yor snorted, shifting her hands to cover his eyes. "Yes, I liked kissing you. I like, kissing you. You–" She giggled. "You give nice kisses, Loid."

Twilight raises his head slightly, pressing his lips against Yor's. Her hands find a comfortable hold against his flushed cheeks, Twilight melting in her hold. Her lips were so soft, meshing perfectly against his own, was that cherry he tasted?

Several more kisses were given, Twilight gazing at his beautiful, fake wife while she giggled, a deep red dusting her cheeks. 'For the misson. It was for the mission.' Twilight lied to himself.

He could only hope that this mission was to be dragged out, that Operation Strix would turn into Twilight's Retirement: Yor and Anya. Bond woofed from the kitchen, Twilight adding a mental note that Bond be kept too. He snapped to his senses when Yor caressed his cheek, Twilight softening and nuzzling into her palm, "Hey, Yor?"

"Hm?"

"I like kissing you too."

Happy birthday @aerequets 🎉🎉 :DDD

[aerequets]

the mortifying ordeal of being known

--

I think with Yor being so perceptive, she picks up on little things often (like we saw in ch 103). i believe this would impact loid more so than the usual person, because he is a spy and fakes every part of himself, so to be seen is simultaneously desirable and horrifying. like, it makes him torn between wanting to accept and reciprocate the love, or distancing himself so that it doesn't happen again.

thats mostly what the last panel is about, that dichotomy between 'omg this person noticed this about me, is this love' and 'oh shit this person noticed this about me, is this Doom'

just some thoughts i had🤪

[chrysthemiss]

Oh but, he suddenly felt loved. No, she's supposed to love me, she's my wife. A very perceptive, caring, beautiful wife..

Twilight softens. Spies were never meant to be perceived, never meant to be thanked or made known, to be understood. He masked his pain well, til he couldn't hide it from the woman who was part of his mission. "Thank you, Yor.." Twilight says again. "For thinking of me, and..Knowing me, so well.."

Yor beams at him, a warmth filling Twilight, "You're my husband, I'm supposed to know you well." Yor digs through the bag again. "There were also grips for pots and pans, they're only meant to fit your palm comfortably, but I'm not too sure these will work." She gently takes his hand. "You've got large hands," She shows Loid's hands and the grips side by side. "Maybe they'll help a bit?"

Twilight feels his eyes begin to sting, the spy lowering his head slightly. This was out of character for him, a spy isn't meant to reveal any emotions. "I..I will try them." Loid states.

"Now?-"

"Now." Loid takes the grips, turning and stomping to the kitchen.

"But Loid-!"

"No buts," A light blush crosses his face, Loid lightly clearing his throat. "Would you like to help me make dinner?"

Yor perks, her smile lighting up the room, spreading to Twilight who couldn't help but return the smile. "Yes!"

[aerequets]

[chrysthemiss]

OH YO THAT'S ACTUALLY A GOOD IDEA UR SO SMART

It had only been a week since the love of his life Yor had given Loid the grips, and he adjusted well. They were a tad small for his large hands, but they did the job, and eased the pain while he cooked. He healed well, but after a nasty mission, the cramping returned, and he still had a massive pile of paperwork to wrap up.

When he arrived home that evening, Twilight was greeted once again, with a gift. "Yor.."

Twilight wouldn't lie, receiving gifts from Yor excited him, pleased him, really. He rarely recievied gifts, if you could even call the 'gift' of paperwork Handler always gave him. "I went into your room earlier--"

Loid tensed, standing upright, the thought of mistrust flashing through him. "I didn't want to pry through your drawers, so I left your clothes on your bed, if that's okay."

Ah. It was laundry day, wasn't it? Yor was just dropping off his laundry, not prying. 'But I'll do a small check just in case, I don't want her going through what I found about Yuri..' Loid nods. "That's quite alright, thank you for doing the laundry, Yor. You're always a great help around here, especially to Anya. We enjoy having you around."

Yor flushed red, waving the compliment away, "A-Anyways– I glanced to your desk, your work must really be piling patients onto you, huh?"

Loid sighs, "You have no idea.."

"But, Melinda, Damian's mother?"

"Your friend, yes, I know of her." Loid nods.

"She suggested a fountain pen."

"A..Fountain pen?"

"Apparently, they're more lighter on your hands. They require less effort to write, smooth, y'know?" Yor offered Loid the bag. "I didn't know which ink you used in your work, so I got you several..!"

Loid excitedly opened the bag, pulling out a black fountain pen with a gold tip, digging through the bag and pulling out three little containers of ink. Black, blue, and red. "Yor.."

"I-I'm sorry if I'm overstepping– It's just you're always doing so much for Anya and I– A-And I want you comfortable! The pen grips should fit onto the fountain pen-- And if not, I'm more than happy to find you a larger size. Do you- Do you..Like it..?"

Loid smiled warmly, "I love it. Thank you, Yor."

She beamed at him, "I-I'm glad! And don't mention it, it's my job as a wife--"

"You're very well exceeding a wifely role. I'm so glad you're my wife, Yor." Loid softened. "What can I make you for dinner? Dessert?"

Yor was about to decline, when Anya stepped in. She gazed up at Loid and Yor, then blinked, "Mama and Papa are flirting."

"No we are not!" The two adults shouted in unison, looking to eachother.

Loid cracked first, and began to laugh, Yor's heart swelling in her chest. 'He has..Such a wonderful laugh..' Yor smiles, and begins to laugh with him.

Anya grins, "Mama thinks Papa's laugh is nice! Anya does too! Papa, you should laugh more!" Anya jumps around them. "Papa!"

Loid wipes away a tear, smiling, "Yes, Anya?"

"Let's make dinner! I want hamburg steak!"

"That's sounds delicious!" Yor clasps her hands together. "We can watch Bondman after dinner, I heard the new season came out!"

Loid and Anya perk, "A new season?"

Yor giggles, "Yes, it's to start tonight at 7."

Loid, now determined, turned to the kitchen. "Let's get dinner going then! It's already 5:40 and if I want to shower before we watch it I must be ready! Anya, go shower while I prepare dinner. Yor? Would you like to help me tonight?"

Yor nods, "Hm!"

Loid watched Bondman with his family hours later, and then it was time to begin work after his family went to bed. Soon, he called Franky. "Twilight..? It's 2 in the morning.." Franky mumbled.

"How do I care for a fountain pen?" Loid asked, twirling the smooth pen in between his fingers.

"Care..? You mean..When you're done using it..?" Franky yawned. "I'll send over instructions.."

"Much obliged, Franky." Loid hung up, setting the phone back down and gazing at his papers.

Many of which had a carefully and beautifully written, Yor, on the sides in cursive. He would have to go over them later, of course. He wouldn't hear the end of it from Handler if he turned them in with his wife's name on it. For now, though, he would absent-mindedly write her name in the corner, til he was done with his work.

[aerequets]

the mortifying ordeal of being known

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I think with Yor being so perceptive, she picks up on little things often (like we saw in ch 103). i believe this would impact loid more so than the usual person, because he is a spy and fakes every part of himself, so to be seen is simultaneously desirable and horrifying. like, it makes him torn between wanting to accept and reciprocate the love, or distancing himself so that it doesn't happen again.

thats mostly what the last panel is about, that dichotomy between 'omg this person noticed this about me, is this love' and 'oh shit this person noticed this about me, is this Doom'

just some thoughts i had🤪

[chrysthemiss]

Oh but, he suddenly felt loved. No, she's supposed to love me, she's my wife. A very perceptive, caring, beautiful wife..

Twilight softens. Spies were never meant to be perceived, never meant to be thanked or made known, to be understood. He masked his pain well, til he couldn't hide it from the woman who was part of his mission. "Thank you, Yor.." Twilight says again. "For thinking of me, and..Knowing me, so well.."

Yor beams at him, a warmth filling Twilight, "You're my husband, I'm supposed to know you well." Yor digs through the bag again. "There were also grips for pots and pans, they're only meant to fit your palm comfortably, but I'm not too sure these will work." She gently takes his hand. "You've got large hands," She shows Loid's hands and the grips side by side. "Maybe they'll help a bit?"

Twilight feels his eyes begin to sting, the spy lowering his head slightly. This was out of character for him, a spy isn't meant to reveal any emotions. "I..I will try them." Loid states.

"Now?-"

"Now." Loid takes the grips, turning and stomping to the kitchen.

"But Loid-!"

"No buts," A light blush crosses his face, Loid lightly clearing his throat. "Would you like to help me make dinner?"

Yor perks, her smile lighting up the room, spreading to Twilight who couldn't help but return the smile. "Yes!"

[chrysthemiss]

It's my 3 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

[bigfatbreak]

somewhere, the quality of nathaniel’s comic went up by about 15%

[chrysthemiss]

Marinette blanked. "For the what--"

Nathaniel gently shook the small stack of money, "Reference. I will call upon you when I need something else-" He cleared his throat. "Take it."

"..For doing this?" Marinette flexed, this time doing both arms.

Nathaniel pocketed the money as he furiously drew in his sketchbook, Marinette perking. "And this?" She held the wrist of one of her hands, revealing muscle and more bandaid.

"Thank you Marinette-!" Nathaniel smiled brightly. "You are a wonderful reference!"

The corner of her lip lifted slightly, Marinette softening and shrugging, "I'm not busy if you need anything else."

Nathaniel radiated pure joy, jumping up and linking arms with Marinette, "Let's go to the art room! I know someone who's brimming with ideas!"

[bigfatbreak]

Marinette meeting Nooroo for the first time. This was not long after Sabine passed away, and Marinette had a traumatic experience at school that ultimately made her decide to lean on home teaching instead. Tom's forbidden Nooroo from speaking of his investigations, but he's not cruel enough to isolate him either.

besides, him and Marinette get along really well.

[chrysthemiss]

This was..Nice. Nooroo had remembered every instance of misuse, abuse, traumatic moments-- He had a taste for it, it was bitter, and he could never get used to its taste. But Marinette was that sweet he longed for. There was nothing but kindness, love, excitement, and so many more happy emotions radiating off of her.

She was almost foreign to Nooroo, but he– Well, Nooroo knew the situation was horrendous, much like Gabriel's use of his miraculous, but Marinette was the one to befall the illness. Tom was solely doing this for Sabine, and hearing the stories from Marinette, Nooroo wanted nothing but to help.

He did his best, keeping quiet and helping around in the little ways, Tom did not yell at him, or throw him, squeeze him, threaten him or any of the sorts-- Instead, Tom pushed Nooroo to trust and speak to Marinette. "Nooroo, can you pass me a needle? Mine has gone dull and I can't sharpen it now.." Marinette pointed.

The kwami zipped around, returning to Marinette's work bench with tiny scissors and a new needle. "Anything else Mast-- Marinette?" Nooroo promised himself to practice when she slept, Marinette did not like him saying Master.

"Yes, please stand here." She pointed to the little stand she had made ages ago.

He fluttered close, standing on it, "What are you making?"

Marinette did not answer, instead finishing up small details on her project and smiling. She tied a knot, cutting off the excess string, wrapping the scarf around Nooroo's neck. "Ta-Da! I hope it's not too heavy, Papa told me you've never had clothes so I thought I'd make some for you! Purple looks wonderful on you." Marinette giggled.

Nooroo smiled warmly, heart swelling as the sweet taste returned. "Thank you Marinette.."

"Anything for my fairy!" She gently scratched his chin. "How 'bout a beanie next?"

"And matching socks?" Nooroo asked hopefully.

"That's a lovely idea!! Oh oh-! How about we have stuffies of eachother! Nooroo pass me a pen and paper--" Marinette stood. "I'll go look at my felts-!"

Yes, Nooroo relaxed, he could get used to this. "Right away Marinette!"

[chrysthemiss]

What if Coraline scenario. (Thanks for convincing me to do this Sol I loved it!)

"What if Other Wybie had followed Coraline?"

"Let's go, she'll hurt you!" Coraline tugged at his sleeve.

Wybie slumped, then looked towards the hallway, nodding. Coraline crawled through the tunnel, Wybie sliding in after her, closing the door and crawling after. Coraline pushed the door home open, fanning away the dust and helping Wybie out. He looked around, seeming..Pleased.

He smiled brightly, stepping forward and examining the room. Coraline closed the door, locking it and standing, "W..What do we do now?-"

Wybie perked, looking to her, to the door, then outside of the living room. He pointed, Coraline lightly clearing her throat, "Yeah. Yeah we can go look around.."

He grinned, eagerly begining to search every placed of the unfurnished home, Coraline guiding him around and pointing out things. "And this is my sad room." She opened the door.

Wybie stepped in, relaxing at the normalcy of the baren room. He smiled, 'This doesn't seem so bad at all..'

[catboymoments]

Thinking about how Hunter was probably so touch starved he sought out any comforting touch he could get even if it was just manipulation (I’m in the trenches)

HE’S JUST A BOY!!!!! HE WANTED TO BE LOVED!!

[chrysthemiss]

Hunter hadn't realized how much he leaned into the brief interactions between anyone. And he means everyone. Luz had pat his back one time, and he had stayed still so he could keep the warmth of her hand on his back.

Willow hugged him once, he didn't know how to respond, but thanked her for giving him the hug he needed. Gus was easier to snag touch from, they were brothers, tied at the hip. Gus rolled off the couch from time to time and into Hunter's bag in Camilla's Basement, so Hunter kept him warm by cuddling.

Gus never mentioned it, either because he didn't mind, or didn't realize it was happening. "Alright Mijo," Camilla stepped forward, cupping Hunter's face. "Sorry if it's cold, but this will help with your eye bags."

Camilla used a cream to gently rub Hunter's undereyes, hands squishing his face once or twice but massaging in the cream. Hunter slumped, ears slanting as he let out soft hums. Grimwalkers didn't purr, did they? He hadn't finished the book yet, maybe he was more like a tiger. They hum. Don't they?

Hunter tried not to let it seem like he was enjoying the face massage, but Camilla was very gentle and spoke softly to him. "Sorry Mijo, I did this for Luz alot. I should've asked."

"No no, it's just fine.." He whispered.

Camilla rose a brow, then softened, "There's another one, do you mind if I put that one on you too?"

Hunter shook his head, Camilla drawing back and getting sunscreen instead, hiding the tag of it while she squirt some into her palms. Camilla rubbed his face, Hunter relaxing and lazily leaning into her palm. "You should watch a movie with us if you're free Mijo, or si queres, you can do something else."

"Movie sounds good.." He slurred.

"I'm sure it does Hunter," Camilla smiled softly. "But how about a nap instead?"

From that day on, Camilla made sure to give Hunter six hours a week or more of straight up contact. From allowing him to nap against her, to brushing his hair and styling it, or even just patting his back. Any and every physical contact was a blessing for him, and she was willing to help him feel better.

Even if it was just one step at a time.

[chrysthemiss]

What if Coraline scenario. (Thanks for convincing me to do this Sol I loved it!)

"What if Other Wybie had followed Coraline?"

"Let's go, she'll hurt you!" Coraline tugged at his sleeve.

Wybie slumped, then looked towards the hallway, nodding. Coraline crawled through the tunnel, Wybie sliding in after her, closing the door and crawling after. Coraline pushed the door home open, fanning away the dust and helping Wybie out. He looked around, seeming..Pleased.

He smiled brightly, stepping forward and examining the room. Coraline closed the door, locking it and standing, "W..What do we do now?-"

Wybie perked, looking to her, to the door, then outside of the living room. He pointed, Coraline lightly clearing her throat, "Yeah. Yeah we can go look around.."

He grinned, eagerly begining to search every placed of the unfurnished home, Coraline guiding him around and pointing out things. "And this is my sad room." She opened the door.

Wybie stepped in, relaxing at the normalcy of the baren room. He smiled, 'This doesn't seem so bad at all..'