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Black is the New Hot(ness) - YOI Men in Black (MIB) AU
Title: Black is the New Hot(ness)
Summary: Welcome to the Men in Black AU no one asked for, in which Agent V is super attracted to a cute barista and thinks he must be a Venusian specimen – completely missing that, if anyone is an alien, it’s most likely to be Agent V. Or, welcome to an intergalactic love affair with a dash of coffee and a lot of confusion.
Episode I: In
which Agent V meets a barista
Romance isn’t exactly common in MIB
Headquarters. Director Yakov practically outlawed intra-agency relationships
after Agent L divorced him and moved to one of Jupiter’s moons on an
intra-galactic detail to never return. Then again, Agent C (formerly Christophe
Giacometti) was always the exception to every rule.
followed strict guidelines, whereby the first letter of a first name was
commonly used, followed by (if unavailable) some other moniker. It was
difficult to duplicate letters, making names more and more complicated through
the years. But, of course, Agent C had wanted to be Agent A (“For ass! I have a
fantastic one; I know you looked.”) and practically tracked down Agent A
(formerly Alex Mystery, also affectionately called Mystery Man,) while he was
on a detail in Florida, only to discover Agent A deserved his A, both because
he was named Alex, but also because he had a fantastic ass (and Chris decided
almost instantly if he could not have Agent A’s A,
he would at least have Agent A’s ass). Viktor wasn’t sure Agent C asked for
permission to date Agent A. He wasn’t even sure anyone would dare ask Agent C
if he had even considered the possibility of getting in trouble for breaking
“Don’t worry, Agent V,” Agent C grinned,
“I’m sure you’ll find your better half soon enough.”
Except, if intra-agency dating
wasn’t allowed, then Agent V had no chance in a world in which no one was
supposed to see or remember him. Agent V paused right outside the coffee shop
window. Agent C frowned, watching him carefully: “What? Why are you pulling out
“I don’t believe we have a Venusian
specimen registered for this neighborhood,” Agent V said very seriously. His
brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to go through the list of names and
photos appearing on the portable file. This was his neighborhood. He should
know every alien.