So Um,,, Im Sobbing?? This Is So Lovely?? Praying We Get Something Like This In Season Two

So um,,, I’m sobbing?? This is so lovely?? Praying we get something like this in season two

I did the thing

Oh so I’m definitely using this idea, this is too cute to ignore

Cajun Dan is right. Give this man a gator or two.

I mean,,,

He is drop dead gorgeous,,,

Resisting the urge to make my entire profile themed around magneto 97 because oh my god I love him so much it's actually painful.

Well uhhh my friend suggested I post this story somewhere so… yeah,,, Roguefort x Almond shippers come get some food

(Human AU)

That’s when turquoise eyes met steely blue ones from across the dance floor.

Oh great, he is here. The heist would go much smoother if he wasn’t here, but no matter. He’s only a small obstacle.

Oh great, they’re here. I was hoping for once that I was wrong about them, but they're the way they always have been: unpredictable.

The thief smiled slightly as Almir had made the mistake of moving through the crowd of party-goers towards them as the song that had been playing ended. He’s in for a surprise.

“Phantom Bleu, you--”

“Look stunning? Why, thank you, detective.”

“That’s not what I came here to say, crook.” He lowered his voice so that anyone nearby wouldn’t overhear. Rowan pulled a look of fake shock, “My my detective! What language!” They falsely scolded.

“Listen, I know you’re here to do something, and I have an idea as to what.” He inched close enough to reach for one of their wrists, keeping his eyes locked with theirs so they weren’t aware of what was happening. “So watch your step, because--”

The words he was about to say were drowned out by the band suddenly starting playing the next song at full blast. Rowan had hoped this would happen. Etiquette at galas like this was that when a song started, you had to dance with the person closest to you. Rowan, of course, had already danced with countless people, and flirted with a dozen more. But all those people didn’t matter. All of those people were faceless nobodies, meant to be forgotten.

Only the man in front of them mattered to them, in more than one way, but he couldn’t know yet, it was too soon. Rowan couldn’t help but smile at the detective, and offered their one hand out to him. “Care to dance?” Almir's whole body seemed to tense up. He scoffed, then took Rowan’s hand.

And with that, the two began to dance.

Soon enough, the two were suddenly in the middle of it all. Of course, no one else knew who they were, since both were wearing disguises. Of course, Rowan has on one of their classic disguises, a navy blue shoulderless dress shirt, with sleeves made with the intention to look like the wings of a bird, decorated in feathers. A black belt with a small diamond attached to it separated their shirt from black leggings.

Due to their differences in height, Rowan would have struggled to dance with Almir if it weren’t for the sleek black boots they had on. The detective has dressed in a similar manner, an elegant black suit with a white face mask, decorated with bits of gold and beige. So, to everyone else, the two looked like a couple.

Both were such excellent dancers; each one seemed to know the other's next move as if they planned to dance together, effortlessly twirling and swaying to the music. Both were silent, but kept eye contact with each other. Rowan’s smile grew as they finally found the right words to say.

“Have I mentioned how amazing you look tonight?” They asked, their tone light, and somewhat sincere. The detective scowled and suddenly leaned toward them, their back bending back as their faces were not even a full twelve inches apart. “I know what you’re up to, so don’t try it.” he warned, eyes narrowing. Rowan straightened, catching Almir by surprise and bringing their face even closer to his. The detective’s expression gave away his shock, and the robber let out a laugh, which was a sound that many had swooned over.

However, the investigator held his ground, staying as rigid as he always was. The two had not stopped dancing, even after the song ended and the next started up. Neither of them had noticed, each equally enticed by the other. The music changed from high energy waltz to a much slower pace. Perfect timing. They thought to themself.

Rowan broke the tense silence. “I can’t help but notice how tightly you’re holding me. A rather strong grip indeed. I must say, I’m rather flattered by it.”

“I’m only doing this to keep an eye on you. Hell, I know you’re here to steal the Gems of Parfaedia, so I’m only doing any of this to prevent that.”

Rowan was so startled by his answer they nearly tripped. Thankfully, Almir instinctively reached to grab them, an arm wrapping around their waist, the other gripping their forearm. The thief begged their heart to stop hammering in their chest. He really hasn’t caught on yet! But they couldn’t celebrate yet. One more slip up like that and it’s over. Focus!

The two continued dancing, neither of them missing a beat this time. They had been dancing for a while, almost too long at this point, but neither made any change.

Rowan thanked themself for thinking to put on makeup to hide any blushing, or else their plan would have been ruined by the sudden pink tint to their face and the odd sense of bubbliness nesting in their stomach. Why was keeping their cool around the detective so difficult all of the sudden? Had they had too much to drink, or were those butterflies in their stomach trying to tell them something else? In an attempt to calm down, they cleared their throat softly and then spoke. “Sorry about that, my dear detective, I’m just shocked that--”

“I figured out your plan? If that’s the case… well then I hate to tell ya but…” The detective gave a chuckle. “You ain’t that good at making plans, I know you too well.” He was more confident —relaxed even— since he believed he had discovered their ‘true intentions’. He was far from correct.

“It’s not that. I’m surprised you think I’m here to steal gems. For a change of pace, I’ve decided to steal someone’s heart.”

“You don’t say? Go on then, enlighten me. Whose heart are you here to steal? Some rich aristocrat so you can smuggle out the treasures?”

Here goes nothing.

Rowan dipped back, forcing Almir to bend forward to catch them. Their faces were so close, Rowan could smell coffee, and the faintest trace of almonds. They could feel his breath on their face. They were suddenly aware of how gently Almir had handled them so far that evening. Heart pounding, they tried not to focus on just how close he was. It was overwhelming, but in the best way possible. The music was building towards its climax. Keeping eye contact with him, they silently slid their hand from his shoulder to the side of his face. Almir returned eye contact, not even flinching when their hand touched his face. Rowan suddenly took a deep, shuddery breath.

“Your heart, detective, for yours is the only one I have ever truly wanted… since the beginning.”

As the music reached the climax, Rowan closed the distance between the two. They kissed him. It lasted maybe a second, but to the thief, it may have lasted the rest of their life, and it still wouldn’t have been nearly long enough. In the next instant, they were gone from him in a puff of teal smoke, leaving the detective to ponder what they had said, and what they had done.

He was so distracted by it all, in fact, that he hadn’t noticed that the display cases in the ballroom had been emptied until it was too late. The treasures and the thief had vanished without a trace.

Except for the envelope left in his pocket bearing a wax stamp the same color as the smoke.

Yes. Yes yes 100%.

do you ever become obsessed with a character and you just go "of fucking course its that one" at yourself because you are so incredibly predictable

I always need good luck, hoping I get some from this

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god