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ONCE MORE WITH FEELING HAS, ONCE MORE, PUT ME IN MY FEELINGS
(all hail @sometimesiship)
#chapter 34 Ended me and then resuscitated me#when it started with advisor i wanted to throw up (in a good way)#spy x family#my art#loid forger#yor forger#sxf#twiyor#sxf loid#sxf yor#sxf fic#sxf fanfic
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Angst train whee - twilight is losing it.
Not sure why shes always shot from the back when I draw her but hey
#sxf twilight#sxf anya#sxf yor#sxf thorn princess#sxf loid#sxf fanart#sxf fanfic#spy family#spy x family#twiyor#loid x yor#loidyor#loid forger#yor forger#anya forger#fan art#art
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Little useless complain, but why is Anya almost never portrayed as someone smart as a teenager/adult in fanfics? I know her current character is quite dumb, but she's not even 6. I keep reading works of her being portrayed as this dumb girl with no proper use of language or common sense WHY?
#spy family#spy x family#fanfic#fanfics#sxf fanfic#anya forger#damian desmond#why does this always happen#im not even joking#WHY#ANYA CAN BE SMART I SWEAR
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Post-identity reveal, pre-relationship (double drabble).
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Yor offers to help him sleep.
He still gets nightmares, but they feel distant and vague.
He wakes up in the small hours, and she’s asleep. He goes to get up from her bed, but she turns to him and mumbles, “Stay.”
So he does.
He simply lies next to her, their hands barely touching.
Within a week after that, her smile, her relaxed face, the way she calls his name all pull at him like a parched man to a lake.
One day he comes home late, and she welcomes him with a summary of the day she spent with Anya.
She’s so engrossed in her tale, her eyes lit up with passion, when he says it.
“I love you.”
She freezes; her face turns redder than the red of her sweater dress.
“You don’t have to say anything; I just wanted you to know.”
He takes her hand in his, softly rubbing at her knuckles with his thumb before he kisses it.
“Good night.”
He makes his way to Anya’s room to leave a kiss on the sleeping girl’s forehead.
Yor’s bedroom door slams closed.
He smiles.
He’ll be there when, or if, she’s ready to meet him.
#this is part of a fic I'll never write#so might as well share the bits I can XD#Spy x Family#sxf fanfic#sxf ff#twiyor#piracytheorist writes#piracytheorist drabbles
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Their breathing and heartbeat are all tangled, raging in their chests. The blowing breeze and faint glow in the sky signaled the coming sunrise but they didn't care.
From here
Reference for art below
These two from "The Heirs"~
I only watched it when the dubbed version was aired but i didn't get to properly finish it.
Oh and i really like Park Shin Hye's expression here 😆😆
#spy x family#loid forger#yor forger#loiyor#spy x family fanart#sxf fanfic#sxf#twilight#twiyor#fanart#don't go#well i was too lazy to draw the background but they're actually inside a mansion.#but since this looked like outdoors#i lightened the shadow lol#and i probably got a few things wrong too
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Eventually, WISE Agent Twilight will complete his mission. One way or another. There will be no more international tension, no more gunfire. Along the way, he will discover the truth about Yor, and she about the man she calls Loid. They will get past that too. Because they don’t want to go to a life without each other. Without Anya. When Twilight completes his mission, he will retire to be with his wife and his daughter. And finally, he will win the greatest reward of all. He will be able to reach into the darkest recess of his mind, rediscovering something thought forever lost, like a dusty shoebox in a cellar, which he will finally be able to open again. Because when Yor looks her husband in his eyes and tells him she loves him, it won’t be with the name he was given for the mission. Loid Forger is gone. And it certainly won’t be with his codename. Twilight is gone.
It will be with his real name.
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Me, with too many plot bunnies as it is: But what if you made a Loid Forger is NOT A Cuddler sequel 👀
Me: 😠
Yor Briar Does NOT Have Baby Fever
#heres your fucking warning#im about to auction off some of my ideas#spy x family#loid forger#yor forger#spyxfamily#twilight#twiyor#loid x yor#loiyor#sxf fanfic#spy x family fanfiction
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⸝⸝ ʚ ⛸ ! ⌗ °• ⎯ೃ༄
𝚕𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚜𝚙𝚢!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 - 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟷
"𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢,
𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍."
𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : ̗̀➛ for the sake of operation strix, as loid’s fake wife, you had to attend the hospital’s christmas party. how inconvenient that loid found you so attractive in that dress you wore.
☕🤍🌿 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 ! 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 ! ☕🤍🌿
“You’ve been staring all night,” You whisper to Twilight, or Loid Forger, as he calls himself now. “And now you cannot keep your hands off of me? Shame. I didn’t think a simple dress riled you up so much.”
He hates how your sexy red lipstick makes your smug expression more sensual, nor does it help that your stiletto clad foot slowly drives up his leg beneath the table. You’ve been playing a dangerous game tonight, but what did he expect when it's Agent Stardust that’s his counterpart? What could Agent Twilight do when his wife is teasing him like so, underneath the tablecloth of all things?
“You’re pushing it, Stardust,” Twilight growls into your ear, his hand on your hip in an intimate position. He can’t take it anymore; your tantalizing perfume, your teasing touches, that damn dress. The fancy champagne and the delicious entree no longer matter to the man, for he fancies something else.
Someone else.
It won’t hurt to indulge. Oh, he’ll show you what he’ll do with that dress.
“There’s a private restroom by the custodian’s closet.” He says in your ear, his breath hot and full of desire beneath that even toned whisper.
“Two minutes. Be a good girl and prepare yourself for me.”
#loid forger#loid forger x reader#loid forger blurb#spy x family loid#sxf fanfic#spy x family fanfiction#loid forger smut#spy x family fanfic#loid forger x you
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they were just kids.
They lived happy lives, with happy dreams and happy friends. They had true childhood, where life is beautiful and everyone lives forever.
Childhood is snuffed out, leaving them in darkness.
They bloody their hands, for the sake of revenge, for the sake of peace. They fight for their own sake, for others’ sakes.
No child should have to bloody their hands. No child should have to bury their friends. No child should have nothing left to bury.
And who made them fight? And who told them there was an enemy?
And who took away their happy childhood?
Who took it away?
Who took it away?
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idk just got struck with inspiration so take this prose.
#spy x family#sxf#sxf manga spoilers#sxf manga#loid forger#yor forger#just some thoughts#sxf fanfic#sort of? It’s basically a poem#Of sorts
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Yor and Loid stumble upon some articles in the morning newspaper about a lethal assassin prowling the streets of Berlint assassinating well known politicians and officials. All of them have a history of political deceit and corruption, no doubt many enemies to face, but someone paying an assassin to outright kill them?
Loid sipped his coffee. "I'm worried over these news, this assassin seems dangerous. Perhaps we should install a new lock on our door."
'An assassin that killed the minister of foreign affairs? He had guards all over his mansion and the suite he frequented, how did a lone contract killer get to him?'
Yor stirred the coffee in her cup and helped Anya cut the edges of her toast. She tensed slightly at the news before schooling her features into a picture of motherly concern. "Yes, you're right. The streets may not be safe anymore, we might have to pick Anya up from school."
'Oh no! They found out about the minister not being on vacation!! Shopkeeper assured me things were taken care of but maybe there was a leak? No, I killed everyone on the scene, it was a planned ambush, there couldn't have been any witnesses to leak this to the media-'
"Yor?" Loid rose an eyebrow curiously at the almost imperceptible stutter in Yor's hand. "Are you alright?"
'She must be worried sick about this assassin. I'll have to ask Handler to have some more spies shadow the apartment. What if it's Thorn Princesses' work? Not even our spies could stop her if she decides to come too close to us.'
Yor's lower lip trembled, offering Loid a shaky smile. "Y-Yes, I'm sorry it's just- I'm very worried about Anya and you. If this mysterious assassin keeps killing these...innocent people...shall I pick you up and we pick Anya up together from school? That way we'll all feel safer."
'Yes, nobody can harm my family as long as I'm with them!'
Loid smiled, giving a reassuring nod towards Anya, who appeared to be sweating. The poor girl. "Don't worry Anya, we'll make sure nothing bad happens to you."
'According to the very limited data we managed to find on Thorn Princess, she has never targeted families or children before, so that's a relief. However, if my identity were to be compromised, I'm not sure Thorn Princess will spare my family if she decides to come after me. I'll have to hide my tracks well and keep a low profile until this dies down.'
Yor dug her nails into the flesh of her thighs, internally screaming. 'What if the master spy Twilight himself gets in my way? Surely he heard the news about the minister's death, if his agency somehow finds out I was behind his death, would they go after my family? No! I can't allow that to happen! I'll make sure nothing happens to Loid and Anya, I'll ask Shopkeeper to hold off on assignments for now until things die down. Until then, I'll have to keep both Anya and Loid calm.'
The fake married couple smiled at one another, the air thick with tension as they mulled over this morning's unsettling news, blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil of one 4 year old esper.
Anya stared wide eyed at both her parents, her brain vibrating with their thoughts and her own rising anxiousness about the safety of her family.
'If mama and papa fought who would win?!'
#spy x family#sxf#loid forger#agent twilight#yor forger#yor briar#thorn princess#sxf thorn princess#anya forger#sxf yor#sxf twilight#sxf anya#sxf fanfic#my fic#my fics#a little thing I wrote during my study break#they would totally panic over this#especially if something happened to twilight's target and the result of his mission is on the news#yor would be full mama bear to protect her child and dear husband from the lethal spy#not even westalis' legendary spy would come in her way
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Prompt: "Can I Kiss You?"
@dailytwiyorprompts
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Another day, another slavery.
It's a Saturday, an ideal day for park picnic and strolling. But the unfortunate Loid Forger is being beckoned to work. He could only envy Anya and Bond who are still sound asleep.
Loid is now groggily walking towards the door, his coat and suitcase with him. It's time to go but the lethargy that's latching to him kept him from leaving. He glanced at Yor and knew exactly what can make it go away. The one thing that will definitely charge him up.
"Is everything okay, Loid? Need anything else?" Yor asked.
"Hm?! I'm all right." Loid answered.
His eyes met Yor's. Suddenly, he felt like he's being drawn in by those warm and gentle orbs. In attempt to keep his composure, he lowered his gaze. A wrong move that made his gaze land on Yor's lips.
"Are you sure?"
Yor's voice made Loid refocus. He did his best to brush off his thoughts, now that the temptation is right in front of him.
'Yes." He answered, his eyes staring at Yor's lips once more.
"Okay. Take care."
Loid turned away and reluctantly reached for the door. But before his hand could touch the knob, he drew back and faced Yor again. He didn't want to face the day without a bit of life in him.
"Actually I..."
"Yes?"
"Can I... Well... C-Can I ki-"
Loid barely had the time to finish his sentence as Yor's lips caught his. He felt a sweet rush of energy course throughout his body. He let his instincts take over and deepened the kiss but it wasn't for long. Yor broke away with slightly burning cheeks.
"H-How many times do we have to go through this, Loid?" Yor asked.
"I'm sorry."
"You don't need to ask me."
Yor snatched the hat from the stand and pushed it down Loid's head.
"So, can I have another one?" Asked Loid with such a straight face that he received a pout from his wife.
"Go home early and earn it."
And with that, the door closed right on Loid's face. He left with a sheepish smile and headed to work with light, carefree steps. His mind, afloat.
The idea seemed silly but Loid felt like he can conquer the world and beyond with his revived strength. Truly absurd. He only needed to get through the day and come back home for his reward, another of Yor's divine kiss.
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I wrote something cheesy for a change in spite of the voices in my head that kept on telling me to write angst 😂🤣. I kept this short because my queue of fic ideas is LONG
#spy x family#loid forger#yor forger#loiyor#sxf fanfic#sxf#twiyorprompts#on another note#i feel more powerful writing angst lol
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Operation DNKYUAC (Do Not Kiss Yor Under Any Circumstances)
a/n: i wrote this in one sitting, it is 1 AM, i did not reread this even once, i am posting anyways with no thought of any consequences, and i am ready to fight a bear
anyways this is kind of a follow up to 'absence makes the heart grow fonder', but like it can also be read as a standalone, just a few things are mentioned throughout. also the tone of this fic is decidedly different so they really arent connected by more than a few threads LMAO
read on ao3
Rating: T
He wants to kiss Yor.
It’s a realization that is as sudden as it is horrifying. And, like all important moments in his life, it happens by chance and hits him out of nowhere.
This time, she’s blowing bubbles with Anya as they sit under the shade of a tree at the park. Bond is snapping at the bubbles and Anya is trying to cup one in her hands to no avail. He watches—no, he wasn’t watching, he just happened to be looking in the same direction—as Yor puckers her lips to blow another bubble. A breeze sends the soap backwards instead, though, popping straight onto her mouth. She sputters and wipes her mouth and smacks her lips, grimacing in a way that scrunches her whole face up.
Suddenly he’s very curious about the flavor of soap. Which is a big problem.
Loid is so glad nobody can look into his head, because he would actually die from secondhand embarrassment. Was it secondhand if he was embarrassing himself in his own head? It didn’t matter. He quickly looks away and pulls his hat over his face, surreptitiously hunching his shoulders around his ears. Not a moment later, though, the hat is pulled off his face, and before he can protest he’s squinting up into the devious smirk of a certain first grader.
“You wanna do smoochin’,” Anya says. The sudden influx of sunlight in his face from Anya lifting his hat off his face actually has the side effect of piercing his throat, which is the only reason why he’s suddenly choking on his own spit. He would know—he’s a doctor. “Kissy kissies with Mama.”
“I don’t—what are you saying, ” he hisses, shooting up and snatching his hat back. Sitting up that fast actually assailed his sinuses, which is the only reason why he’s holding his hat up to his face right now and trying to use it as a poor approximation of a ventilator as he wheezes. He glances over to Yor, who is too blessedly distracted with Bond to have heard Anya’s totally unfounded accusations. He ought to get a treat for that dog. When he turns back, Anya looks totally unimpressed and—disappointed? The nerve of this girl!
“You shouldn’t say things like that out of nowhere,” he says after he’s caught his breath. “It could make Yor uncomfortable. Not to mention that it’s false. ”
It’s one thing to admit that he’s maybe more fond of this family than he ought to be, to admit that he’s perhaps a little preoccupied with Yor and thinks about her more than is needed in a way that isn’t purely methodical in nature like it ought to be. It’s another beast entirely to recognize that he wants ‘kissy kissies’ with Yor. He’d rather let that beast eat him alive, if he’s being perfectly honest for once.
If it’s possible at all, Anya’s expression further flattens. She angles her head as if listening to something before suddenly dashing off without another word. He watches her for a second before shrugging. Far be it from him to understand what goes on in her head. He’s just about to recline back again when Bond, in all his fluffy white maelstrom glory, barrels into his chest and knocks him flat onto his back.
“W-whoa! Down, boy!” Bond only barks and licks his face. His tongue gets nearly half of Loid’s face in one go. “Stop that! What’s gotten into you?” Maybe that treat would have to be put on hold.
“Bond, no!” Suddenly the dog’s whole mass is lifted off of him in one go. Yor stands above him like some sort of guardian angel with a giant dog in one hand and bubbles in the other, something which should not be as awe-inducing as it is. She puts Bond down off to the side and crouches down next to him fretfully.
Okay, now he can die of embarrassment. Nothing like your (fake) wife witnessing you lying in the grass with dog slobber on your face to put you six feet under.
“I’m so sorry! I blew a bubble right as the wind picked up and it went your way and Bond went after it and he didn’t stop,” she explains in one breath. “Oh, he really got you. I’ll get a napkin, hold on.” He shuts his eyes when she pulls away, wondering about the logistics of sinking into the ground.
He sits up when he senses her approaching and takes the proffered napkin. “Thank you, Yor.” He wipes down his face, getting his hair for good measure. It ruins the pomade and plasters some hair to his forehead, but he figures he can’t sink much lower than he already has and decides to run a hand through his hair, mussing it out of its meticulous styling. After a moment he notices that Yor has been watching him the whole time with an unusually indecipherable expression on her face. “Is something wrong?”
“Hm?” Her eyes slide down to his mouth when he speaks. He feels a twinge in his belly, but has to remind himself that she’s looking at the copious amounts of slobber on his face and not at, well, him. He scrubs his mouth with vigor, snapping Yor out of her trance. “Oh! Uh—um, there was a little… oh, you got it! Good!” She laughs shrilly before jumping up and running after Anya, who has started to giggle like a cherub from hell.
He sighs and lets the napkin drop by his side. This was ridiculous. How many out of the blue, humiliating realizations did he have to contend with? He couldn’t go on like this, much less put the proper focus required into running Operation Strix. This was completely inefficient and a hindrance to the mission, which was why—
“—I’m requesting another business trip!” He finishes, slightly out of breath. He looks back from his comprehensive 52 slide presentation to Handler, whose expression and body language are both giving off ‘wholly unimpressed’. He still has hope. “Well?”
She takes a long, loud sip of coffee, during which he patiently waits without batting an eye. She finally sighs and sets her cup down. “What are you running from this time, Twilight?”
“Running? What do you mean?”
“I can see the sweat on your face,” Handler snaps. He swipes one sleeve across his forehead. “Goodness, you used to be a much better liar. Couldn’t fool me, but still.”
“Exactly my point,” he stresses. “You see what’s happening to me? I just need a couple weeks to fix myself up and everything will be back on track again.”
“That’s what you said last time. If I remember correctly, you came back from your two week trip more besotted with your family than ever.”
“ Beso— you know what, fine. But that time was different. Now that I know what to expect, it’ll definitely work.”
“I wonder what spurred this,” she muses in response to his pleas. “It must be Yor, am I right?” She watches with thinly veiled amusement as Loid’s ears begin glowing. “Ooh. Don’t tell me your head has come out of your ass since the last time we spoke.”
He throws his hands up. “I’m literally offering to have more work piled onto me. Why are you against this?”
“Have you considered that maybe running away isn’t the way to go?” She asks. “How is feeling things for your family a hindrance to the mission? Spending many weeks away from them seems like more of a hindrance to me.”
“How? How? ” He repeats, flabbergasted. “We can’t afford to feel things for people. We have to leave them all behind eventually. You’re the one that taught me that!”
“Yes, I am. And it’s one of the things I regret most.” She turns to a framed photo on her desk. He’s never looked and doesn’t think it’s his place to ask, not with the wistful smile playing on her lips. “I used to think that feeling things was what sowed pain, and thus weakness. But isn't that why we do this job at all? To make sure others can feel the happiness and safety we weren’t granted?”
“That’s… different,” he protests weakly. Yes, he was fighting to make the world a better place, to let children be children. No, kissing Yor was not going to accomplish that. But there’s no way in hell he can tell Handler that.
The softness melts from her face, leaving the true Fullmetal Lady that all WISE agents fear. “Oh, get over yourself. Go snog your wife or something.”
He knocks over all 52 slides, which he thinks should be further evidence to support his business trip plea, but Handler is unmoved.
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Since Handler refuses to help him, he has to take things into his own hands. Fine. He’s manned a whole fleet of submarines by himself before—harder than it sounds, if you can believe it—so keeping himself in check around his fake wife should really be nothing. Thus, he enables Operation DNKYUAC (Do Not Kiss Yor Under Any Circumstances, pronounced ‘donkey wack’). The rules are simple: don’t kiss her. Ever. And don’t be tempted to kiss her either. Don’t want to kiss her, under any circumstances.
Unless she brings home sunflowers. Apparently that’s some type of limit.
“I saw these at the florist and I couldn’t help myself,” she beams. The flowers are exceptionally well-maintained, but Loid can’t help but think they aren’t really as bright as sunflowers usually are.
Yor’s smile widens and the flowers dull further. Oh.
“We should have a vase somewhere,” he says in order to turn away from her and busy himself in the cabinets. Anya skips up to the doorway and jumps upon seeing the flowers.
“Ooh! What’re those?”
Yor hefts Anya up effortlessly into one arm, angling the sunflowers toward her. “Sunflowers! They’re the happiest flowers.”
“Really?” Anya asks dubiously. At Yor’s nod, she grins and plucks one out of the bouquet. Loid returns at that moment with a vase, which is when Anya takes the opportunity to stick the flower behind his ear.
“What the—?”
“Happiness flower,” Anya says matter-of-factly. “Now you’re happy.”
Loid blinks a couple times before huffing out a laugh. “What are you saying? I was happy before.”
“Happier,” Anya concedes. She turns back to Yor, who is staring at Loid with a wide-eyed look. Anya does the same thing and sticks a flower behind her headband while she’s distracted. “There!” She wriggles until Yor puts her down and pats both of her parents’ legs. “Now you’re happy together. ”
She skips off, singing ‘mission accomplished’ as she goes.
Loid gapes after her, trying not to let his embarrassment show. He’d told her to stop saying those weird things! He quickly slides the flower out of his hair and places it in the vase. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into her.”
“Huh? Oh. It’s alright.” Yor follows suit and puts the rest of the flowers in the vase before plucking out the one in her hair. She twiddles it for a few moments before blurting, “It looked nice in your hair.” Then she drops it into the vase and hurries into the living room.
He vaguely remembers telling her that couples complimented each other, and she’d promised to try doing that more in public. She must have been practicing just then. There was no way it was anything else—he’d gotten a tennis-ball sized lump on his chin one time for daring to think otherwise.
He looks down at the vase in his hands. Happiness flower? Well, there certainly was something swelling up in his chest right now. He didn’t appreciate its presence one bit.
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Okay, so he’d failed to think about the fact that Operation DNKYUAC wasn’t the best in theory, in that he should be able to kiss Yor under some circumstances. Like for their cover. Something that was undoubtedly important and a terribly gross oversight to have.
(If only he’d been given permission for that business trip.)
For heaven’s sake, he was a spy! He’d done far more than kissing before. Kissing is basically child’s play. Knowing all this, however, does not stop his legs from feeling like jelly when his hospital co workers reveal the mistletoe hanging above his and Yor’s heads at the decently large Christmas party they have just arrived at. Yor is wearing the hair pin he’d gotten her in Municht paired with a red wrap dress, which he’s been contending with by pinpointing all of his focus onto her left eyebrow whenever he has to speak to her. That won’t be able to fly now, though. He can feel the nerves taking shape into something vicious under his red dress shirt, suspiciously ulcer-shaped. How had he not thought to prepare for this? He was losing it.
(Again, if only Handler had approved his trip!)
However, his nerves all but evaporate when he turns and sees Yor’s pale face and pursed lips. She’s stiff, hand locked in the crook of his elbow, as she looks out at the sea of unfamiliar faces staring back at them, expectant. She’s uncomfortable.
“Mistletoe?” He says, looking up at the sprig. He lets out a good-natured laugh. “Oh my. Looks like that’s actually holly. The rules don’t apply now, do they?”
“Oh, come on!” The director speaks up. He’s clearly had one drink too many, made evident by his swaying and pointing. “Just kiss your beautiful wife. Or one of us will do it instead!” A chorus of chortles pop up, igniting a rage in Loid’s chest that he isn’t sure he’s keeping off his face. He feels Yor shift beside him and is about to ask her if she wants to leave when he sees something whiz past.
Was that a button?
The button (?) sinks right into the soft part of the director’s throat, causing him to wheeze and hack. His glass slips from his hand and shatters on the floor, splattering wine amidst the gasps and screams of the crowd.
“He’s having an emergency! Get a doctor!”
“That’s any person here, genius! Just hurry!”
Loid watches on, befuddled but not entirely unhappy with the turn of events. Technically, he can alleviate the director’s current breathing issues in no more than four seconds if he really tries, but he doesn’t find himself in any hurry to do so. To his relief, Yor also looks pleased with the fact that the attention is off of them.
“Shall we?” He gestures over to the abandoned refreshments. “I hear they have splendid hors d'oeuvres at these things.”
She bows her head, smiling serenely along with his play. The hairpiece twinkles in the lights overhead and he has to dig his nails into his palm to stop his hand from moving on its own. “I would love to.”
And thus, Operation DNKYUAC lives another day. Barely.
(Later, he notices a missing button from his cuff. How odd.)
…
“I’m going to stay up tonight!” Anya announces at 6 PM. “I’m going to watch the whole world change and you can’t stop me!”
“Sure,” Loid nods.
“Of course,” Yor chirps.
Anya narrows her eyes suspiciously, but their minds reveal no scheming plans.
“For real?”
“If you think you can handle it,” Loid replies. He recognizes the flare of competition in Anya’s eyes as she clenches her fists.
“I can! I will! For world peace!” (Whatever that meant.)
“I’m staying up,” Anya asserts again at 7 PM. Yor sets a cup of cocoa in front of her while Loid flips his newspaper.
“Of course you are.”
“‘M stayin’ up,” Anya maintains, yawning slightly at 8 PM. Bond curls up in the corner and she eyes his fluffy white coat. “Stay up, Bond.”
“Dogs have different perceptions of time. They don’t care about human New Years,” Loid explains as Anya nervously watches Bond yawn and stretch. “So Bond is going to sleep in his fluffy, warm bed now.”
“You can’t fool me,” Anya grumbles, rubbing her eyes. “I’m watching the New-Ears on TV!”
“New Year’s. And I wasn’t trying to fool you,” Loid shrugs.
Yor comes and sits next to a struggling Anya on the floor at 9 PM, resting her head on a knee.
“It’s too bad no programs are on at this time,” she sighs. “That means there’s nothing to watch for three whole hours until the New Year's program.”
Anya is out cold ten minutes later.
Loid lets out a low whistle as he waves a hand in front of Anya’s face. She’s truly out. “How did you do that?”
“I did this at least five times with Yuri,” she giggles. “It’s all about emphasizing the time that’s left.”
They put Anya to bed and clean up, eventually settling on the couch.
“Do you and Yuri usually stay up to welcome the new year?” Loid asks.
“Hmm. For the years in between him falling asleep before midnight and him getting a job, we did do that,” she says, a small smile on her face. “We made resolutions. It was mostly for the sake of having some type of tradition, I guess. What about you?”
At least three of the last ten New Years in his life had been spent dismantling bombs, but he wasn’t about to say that. “I haven’t done this in a while. Most days I’m up past midnight anyways, so it’s not all that different.” The only difference this year was that he didn’t have any late night missions. As if to rub salt in his wound, Handler had told him to take it easy tonight, ‘at home, with the daughter and especially with the wife’. She was a sadist.
“We could make resolutions,” Yor replies offhandedly. At Loid’s silence she goes ramrod straight. “Wait—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to assume you wanted that kind of tradition, or that you didn’t—”
“Don’t worry about it,” he interrupts, laughing. “I was just surprised. We should definitely do that. What kind of resolutions did you make with Yuri?”
“Mostly small things. Like, um… I resolve to make a new friend.”
Loid smiles before he can help it. How very like Yor. “That’s a good one. Hm, let’s see… I resolve to take at least one more break per day.”
Yor nods resolutely. “That’s good for your health. Let’s see…”
They go back and forth like that with resolutions, getting caught up in conversation and unaware of how much time has passed until the clock chimes half past eleven.
“Oh my goodness,” Yor says, startled as she blinks up at the clock. “I had no idea this much time had passed!”
“Time flies,” Loid agrees. “Maybe we should have written our resolutions down. We said too many.” He expects Yor to laugh, but instead a pensive look crosses her face. “Yor?”
“Actually… I have one that’s been weighing on my mind a bit,” she admits, shifting to face him on the couch. She fiddles with the hem of her sweater. “Uh, do you remember that Christmas party last week?”
He’s immediately on alert. “Is that still bothering you? I had a strict word with the director the next day about what he said. If you want, you can come to the hospital yourself and—”
“N-no!” Yor interrupts, rushed. “I mean, that’s—well, thank you. That was a little uncomfortable, but more than that…” She hangs her head. “I wish I wasn’t so… bad at the physical affection thing.”
He blinks. “What?”
“I mean…” Her face is heating up. “The mistletoe is common at a Christmas party. And couples are expected to kiss. If I wasn’t so bad at k-kissing, I wouldn’t have had to throw that button and cause such a mess.”
“Yor, it isn’t—wait, that button was you?”
“My point is, I resolve to…” She squeezes her hands together, face impossibly red. “To get better at the whole physical affection thing. In public, for our cover,” she adds on. “I don’t want to be a burden on our arrangement just because I get so flustered.”
“Yor…” His heart isn’t his anymore, instead threatening to burst out of his chest. Remember Operation DNKYUAC, he scolds himself, although he can’t really take it seriously when it sounds like he’s just repeating ‘donkey wack’ over and over again. She’s only doing this for their cover; out of a need to fit in with societal standards of what a couple should do. No other reason. That thought is the one that sobers him. “You are never a burden just because you have limits. You don’t have to force yourself to do something you don’t want to. We can always do other things to show people we are a loving couple.”
“But—” Her eyes dart between his. He feels both out of his depth and like he is in incredible danger, so he tries the left eyebrow thing again. It backfires when she leans in and looks at him imploringly. “What if I do want to?”
The air leaves him. “Want to what?” He croaks.
The countdown starts on the TV, startling them both. As the seconds tick down, Yor seems to mull something over before abruptly leaning in and pecking his lips. Tinny cheers sound from the TV speakers along with choruses of ‘Happy New Years’ and the blast of fireworks outside.
The kiss, like the peck on his cheek from when she’d seen him off on the train, is short and over before he can blink. But there’s no being normal about this. His brain is fried.
From a peck. He should be more devastated about the fact that there exists a person that can undo him with a peck, but the only thing he feels right now is the sense that he’s a balloon cut free. Something is floating in his mind, pinging at the corners, and he’s silent as he struggles to hold it down and give it a name.
Yor stares at him for a few seconds before her hands slowly come up to cover her mouth. “Oh my gosh. Oh my—oh no. Oh nonono.” She leans back on her haunches. “I—I thought the courage would last into the new year too,” she whispers to herself. Loid vaguely registers it over the din of his own brain buzzing. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Just ignore that—”
“Yor,” he says. He leans forward, the couch dipping, and brings both of his hands to the sides of her face, threading his fingers through her hair. Her pupils blow wide. “Open your mouth a little bit.”
“Huh?” Her lips part and his gaze is drawn to her mouth. “What are you doing?”
“Helping you with your resolution,” he says, “to get better at the physical affection thing.” Then he tilts his head and closes the gap.
So, Operation DNKYUAC fails miserably. And fails again. And again. He ends up breaking the rules of that operation at least fifteen consecutive times, but whatever. It was a failing operation from the start, with a stupid sounding name to boot.
But still—maybe he should start another Operation. Operation DNKYMTINBTYWHLOHTYCH (Do Not Kiss Yor More Than Is Necessary Because Then You Will Have Lots Of Hickeys That You Can’t Hide).
Another failing Operation. But a guy could try.
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A snippet from “those hands were made to love” on AO3 - Chapter 4 - hands down one of my fav fics.
EDIT: I found the writer! @ahenix 🥲
This particular chapter was about them attending a function at Eden, right after Yor has an accident (which she conceals with a hastily wrapped gauze). Loid finds out halfway that she’s been bleeding through her dress and proceeds to drag her to he school’s infirmary. Then there was a large piece of beautiful angst on whether she’d let him help and - here you go.
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Rachel's SxF Ao3 Masterlist
Just to keep things kinda organized. Honestly, the easiest place to find all of this is on My Ao3 in the first place, but I'll link it here for convenience! ❤️
If you are curious as to how I feel about certain things pertaining to my work, please see THIS post! My inbox is also open for any questions (and you can do so Anonymously if you wish!)
One-Shots
The Art of Lipstick Complete (TwiYor)
Amnesia Full Fic In Progress (Forger Family)
Ledgers and Reports Complete (Sylvia Sherwood & Forger Family)
White Roses Complete (Matthew McMahon & Yor Forger)
Strawberry Ice Cream Complete (Franky Franklin & Anya Forger)
What D'You Say We Make It True Complete (Anya Forger/Ken)
In The Downpour Complete (Twilight/Thorn Princess)
Oblivious Complete (Twilight & Yor Forger)
Coming Home Complete (TwiYor)
Deer in the Headlights Complete (TwiYor)
Fading Ink Complete (Loid & Yor Forger)
Glad You're Here Complete (Damian Desmond & Anya Forger)
Just This Once... Complete (Twilight & Yor Forger)
Heroes Always Get Married in the COOLEST Ways! Complete (Loidman/Yorticia, Anya & Becky)
Just a Kiss Complete (TwiYor)
The Way to a Man's Heart (Not through his ribs) Complete (TwiYor)
All For Naught Complete (Yor Forger & Yuri Briar)
Side by Side and Locked in Tight Complete (Anya Forger/Ken)
Don't Forget to Lock the Door Complete (Loid/Yor/Franky)
Little Black Number Complete (Yor Forger & Melinda Desmond)
Freestanding Multichaps
In the Rain Complete (Forger Family)
Flowers and Thorns Complete (TwiYor)
A Moment of Weakness Complete (Loid Forger & Melinda Desmond)
Floodgates In Progress with the lovely @creativwit CW: Graphic Violence (Franky/OC, TwiYor)
Bruises Series
Yor's Bruise Complete (Yor Focus)
Loid's Bruise Complete (Twilight Focus)
Dreams of Staying Series (Reveal)
Out of Routine Complete (TwiYor + Forger Family)
His Cuts, Her Cuts Complete (TwiYor)
Get My Heart Soft Into Sinking Complete (Yor Forger & Matthew McMahon)
Fighting the Heart Series
Snake with Blue Eyes Complete (TwiYor)
We Never Knew Complete (Anya & Yor + TwiYor)
Sleeping With The Telephone In Progress! (Forger Family + TwiYor)
Love Found, Love Lost Series
Just Another Day (in Learning How to Love You) Complete (Twilight & Yor Forger)
Oh Your Smile (Brightens My Life) Complete TW: Contains Major Character Death (Anya Forger & Ken)
Gone Rogue Complete (Sylvia Sherwood & Fiona Frost)
Briar Rose On Hiatus (Thorn Princess & Twilight, Yor Forger & Matthew McMahon)
Weapons Series (Reveal/Post Reveal-Pre Relationship)
Hypothetically... Complete (TwiYor)
Calibration and Titration Complete (TwiYor)
Weapons (On You, On Me) Complete (TwiYor)
Your Spare Blade Complete (TwiYor)
Rendezvous Complete (Sylvia Sherwood & Matthew McMahon)
Starlight Sky Series (Myth Au)
The Soldier and His Sun Complete TW: Contains Major Character Death (Roland & Loid Forger)
Beyond Sun and Moon Complete (Misc friendships + TwiYor)
Doubt Creeps In Complete (TwiYor)
Soothing Rays Complete (TwiYor)
New Moon Blues 1/2 chapters posted (TwiYor + Anya)
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It must mean something.
The way Anya drifts into peaceful sleep even while Spy Wars blasts from the TV.
The way Yor’s shoulders seem to lift the moment she crosses the threshold.
Anya sharing details of her day during dinner. Yor braiding her pink hair, telling her to leave them overnight so her hair will look wavy the next day.
When Loid Forger disappears, Anya won’t go back to the orphanage, Yor won’t go back to her lonely apartment, Bond won’t return to the black market.
Only his heart will be rendered empty.
It’s a fair price for their happiness.
#hey look she drabbled again#Spy x Family#sxf ff#sxf drabble#piracytheorist drabbles#piracytheorist writes#sxf fanfic
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Twilight discovers Yor kept the grenade pin.
Ok so this is kinda late slkdsjlf but it's here!!! Im gonna write all of these prompts lol not even my degree can stop me
But yea it was a bit hard to come up with a narrative concept for this one, but I hope you enjoy it!!
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Twilight notices details. It's an important skill for a spy, and one that he’s spent years honing.
It's for that reason and that reason alone that he spends so much time studying Yor. She’s the person in closest proximity to him these days, it’s only natural that he’d make sure he knows her well enough to be able to play whatever character she would respond best to.
At first it’s really just that. Analysis, information gathering. But after a while Twilight finds himself lingering on things that have no bearing on Yor’s involvement with the mission. Like the gentle red of her eyes, or the dip of her exposed shoulders framed by that red sweater.
Or her hands, well manicured and slender. He knows what strength they hold, but you’d never be able to tell from just looking at the delicate planes of her fingers. Planes that are unexpectedly calloused and rough, an uneven topography relating a story Twilight has no idea how to read.
Sometimes he lets his eyes linger on her hands, following the shadow of a path he distantly wants to trace with his fingers.
The path sometimes focuses its route on her ring finger, empty despite their arrangement. He never got her a ring. It's oddly fitting - no rings for a couple who aren't really married. To the outsider, it could be seen as suspicious.
That's the only reason he lets himself dwell on the thought of buying Yor a ring. She'd never brought it up, but he's sure she'd be on board with the idea. For the aim of enhancing their appearance as an actual couple, of course. From a mission standpoint. Yor isn’t his real wife, there is no reason for him to find the concept of it being clear that he’s hers and she’s his appealing.
When he hears the neighbours whispering about their relationship again a few days later, he takes it as a sign to breach the topic with Yor. It'd be stupid to risk the mission over something that’s so easily fixable.
He brings it up that evening, as they sit in the living room together.
“Yor,” he starts, and Yor turns to look at him inquiringly. “How would you feel about getting rings?”
“Rings?” Yor echoes, seemingly pondering the idea. “Like wedding rings?” He nods.
“I wouldn’t mind,” she says, smiling. “But you already gave me a ring?”
It’s Twilight’s turn to look at her questioningly. Yor doesn’t answer his silent question, getting up and hurrying into her room. She returns a moment later with a small cloth bag. Reaching into it, she pulls out a small silver loop.
Twilight recognizes it instantly, a grenade pin. But why…?
“I know it isn’t actually a ring,” Yor says, holding the pin like it’s something precious. “But you proposed to me with it, so I felt it’d be a shame to just throw it out.”
Ah yes. That grenade pin. Twilight stares at her for a moment, dumbfounded. Half of him questions his reasoning for proposing with a grenade pin in the first place. The other half is oddly touched that Yor felt it was valuable enough to keep.
He fends off that half and gives Yor a gentle smile.
"I'm sorry about the circumstances of that proposal," he says wryly. "It wasn't ideal, and I should have at least gotten you a proper ring."
"There's no need to be sorry," Yor says earnestly. "It's my fault for asking you about marriage in a situation like that." She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, sheepish.
"Besides, it was a very memorable moment," she says, quietly. "And it marked the start of a new chapter in our lives, even though this isn't a real marriage."
Twilight recognizes distantly that the fondness that seeps into the smile he’s giving Yor is not intentional or scripted.
“I’m touched it meant that much to you,” he says, smiling. “It was certainly an explosive night.”
Yor laughs at that, and Twilight loves the sound.
“I still think I should get you a proper ring though,” he says, and Yor loops the grenade pin onto her finger.
“Perhaps,” she says, laughter lingering in her voice. “This one is a bit big.”
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Yor beats him to it. A few days later, she presents Twilight with a small velvet box, her eyes shining with excitement. When he opens it, there’s a simple gold ring inlaid with a few small red stones nestled in its cushioned interior. For a moment he’s at a loss for words, looking between the ring and Yor.
“Even though it’s not really a ring, you’ve already given me the pin,” Yor explains when he fails to organize anything to say after a few moments. “So I thought I’d get you something as well.”
She looks a little nervous, watching him for a reaction. Twilight knows which one he should give. Loid Forger should thank his wife, insist that she didn’t have to, and gratefully take the ring. Maybe hug her.
The small but pleased smile he gives her is not a facade.
“Thank you,” he says, and his voice is full of a warmth he didn’t choose to fill it with. “It’s a lovely ring.”
Yor’s eyes curve into happy crescents, and for a split second Twilight wishes he could freeze the moment in time.
He goes out the next day and buys Yor a matching ring, inlaid with blue stones.
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When Mr and Mrs Forger have a renewing of vows a few years later the beaming bride wears a grenade pin carefully hung from a necklace.
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The bit with Yor giving Loid the ring is inspired by this post. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!
#if you sent in a request rest assured that i did see it and i will write it#term has started back up for me so im kinda busy nowadays but i will write all of them!!! will take a while tho sldfjsldf#10 fast 10 twiyor#my writing#sxf fanfic#my fics#sxf fics#sxf fic#spy x family#twiyor#twiyor fanfiction#fanfiction#writing#spyxfamily#spy x family fanfiction#2 down a bunch more to go lol
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