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⭐️Clove⭐️
Local psychopath commits atrocities
They had him sitting for the entire cinematic because he wouldn't fit into the frame otherwise
the ppl making tierlists abt which agents would and wouldn't respect cloves gender and preferred pronouns are fucking weirdos. respecting someone's gender isn't a personality trait or quirk or hobby it's a basic human respect and decency. esp in a place as diverse as the protocol with so many diff countries of origin and languages and skin colors and sexualities why tf would their diversity and respect for one another stop at gender.
"You're writing fanfictions about us ?" you asked, your eyes widening in surprise.
Clove started to giggle like the maniacal pixie that they were as their fingers played with some random dice. You sat down on their bed as your eyes traveled on the words written in their notebook.
"So, what do you think ?" they asked, leaning towards you.
"I think that your imagination is somewhat frightening," you chuckled lightly and turned a page. "You even did illustrations !?"
Their smile only widened at your words as you admired their arts. The crazyness and passion baked onto these pages resulted in a chaotic and sparkly madness that was a beautiful representation of Clove's peculiar mind. The fact that they took the time to fill a complete notebook full of scenarios where the agents of the protocol were the main characters still baffled you. You were even among the pages living crazy adventures.
"Clove, darling, my dear Scottish stardust pixie," you sighed in a very dramatic way. "I don't know if I want to expose this in a museum or hide it from everyone's eyes."
"Well, I'm pretty sure Cypher already saw it," they hummed. "His eyes are literally everywhere."
Clove leaned a bit closer to you, the mischief in their eyes sparkling like lost stars bathing in an ancient ocean.
"The reason I showed you this is because I wanted to live a scenario that I wrote about us two."
"Hm ?" your eyebrows raised slightly. "Which one ?"
They bit their lower lip to silent their laughter as they turned the pages of the notebook. Your eyes then fell on the scenario they meant. As your read the lines, your eyes widened and your face flushed. Maniacal butterflies took ownership of your stomach and time released your brain from its hold. Your voice was stolen from you as your astounded gaze fell on a very graphic illustration of Clove and you.
"Damn," you murmured after a moment of silence.
Their nose scrunched in mirth at your loudly silent flusteredness. They mentally took a picture of your face to redraw it later.
"So ? What do you say ?"
I was inspired by @theoasiris and their cute idea that the younger agents in the protocol gifted Sova a cute owl plush. This is my interpretation of how he reacted at first when he first got it! He totally thought it was too childish for him. Despite denying that he likes it, they find him sleeping with it all the time!
(They totally sneak pictures of him sleeping with his owl plush)