#luwen

[agentpenguinman]

The moment when he learns Anya's true origin, Twilight, or rather ■■■, finalizes his decision: he'll do everything in his power, everything, to stay with her and Yor as a family after Operation Strix ends. Gaining something you longed for - family in Anya's case - only for it to be taken away shortly after sounds painfully familiar. The mere thought of his daughter experiencing that kind of heartbreak hurts more than anything he's ever felt before. It's selfish, he knows it, but he doesn't care. He'll continue to make sure Anya lives the carefree life she deserves. "Forever" - he thinks to himself, remembering Anya's words at the entrance interview.

#the spy inside him is screaming in protest but the boy from luwen is louder #he'll figure something out #he's already been successfully balancing a life of a spy and a family and he'll continue to do so #spy x family #loid forger #anya forger #sxf twilight #sxf headcanon #can you tell i can't stop thinking about twilight's childhood #■■■ #headcanon

[sophiamarieispinkbunny-chan]

Yor's Hometown and Westalis

Yor mentioned that she's from a place in Ostania called Eastern Nielsberg.

Obviously, I thought it was on the Eastern part of Ostania as well. But then we get this statement from her from the recent update, Chapter 92.

She's from the South part of Ostania-A Southern folk.

And how did I dare forgot, the dish that she can make without messing up was even named Southern Stew.

Why is this important? Because Mr. Green said this specific information on Chapter 39 about Southern Folks from Ostania.

Southern Folks have a code for defecting to the West which might indicate that they're the ones who usually do this.

Then I remembered this Twiyor moment from Chapter 35

Yor knows a lullaby from Loid's childhood that was always sung to him by his mother. How could Yor know that same exact lullaby?

I don't think I remember Yor mentioning Westalis neither in speech or thought (correct me if I'm wrong pls). Though that doesn't mean that she wasn't aware of the existence of it. But I don't think she, herself, would try or have tried defecting to Westalis. And she's too young and too focused on taking care of her brother to even consider this.

But how about her family? Her parents? Their relatives? Why did Yuri and her are left alone when their parents died? What happened to their grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles? Where were they and why didn't they took them in? Did they perhaps defect to the West and Yor's family remained on Ostania? We can't be sure since we only know a little about Yor's backstory and her entire family background.

But even in Loid's backstory, when he was talking to the croquette lady, she mentioned that she was part Ostanian herself and she has a family in the East even though she's residing in West. Meaning, there could also be people from Ostania that has Westalian relatives. Yor's family could have Westalian background or someone in their family tree is and who knows, her family may have actually some sort of connection with Loid's family in Luwen.

I actually don't know where I was going with this or if this even make sense or plot relevant but I can't help but be intrigued by this.

#spy x family #spy x family manga #spy x family anime #sxf anime #sxf manga #yor forger #loid forger #thorn princess #sxf analysis #sxf #sxf theory #spy x family analysis #spy x family theory #Isn't it weird that it is twice emphasized that Yor is from the south? #I just want to know more about Yor's backstory and how did her parents die #Pleaseee Endo sensei

[stellar-constellations]

ive got 0 idea if you takes reqs, but i recently finished your yuri briar x reader AND IM IN LOVE

so.

we got a slightly sick yuri, but what about an extremely ill y/n that yuri has to take care of ? with his stubborness theres sure to be some aruging

of course, if youre not feelig up to oneshots, some cute headcannons for them whould be awesome !!

youre such a great writer mwah i hope you have a good day !! :3

        Sick! Fem! (Y/N) x Yuri Briar

        This can be read with or without reading my Yuri Briar x Fem! Spy! (Y/N) series: An Alliance (part 1).

Beware! This fic DOES contain SPOILERS for the manga and for the Yuri Briar x Fem! (Y/N) series: An Alliance!

        Setting is AFTER the reader rejoined WISE (so Yuri and (Y/N) are married and [Y/N] becomes an official double-spy).

        I rarely get sick. I think part of that is because of all the viruses and infectious pathogens I've been exposed to growing up. Growing up in the poor side of Luwen, Westalis. Joining the Westalis military and watching as doctors with not enough medical experience or knowledge bullshit their way through life-threatening procedures or even unknown viruses from Ostania get tons of syringes jabbed in their shoulders. Traveling through countries and hiding in sometimes very unhygienic places as a spy. All of those factors has probably helped with my strong immune systems.

        There's been times where I've been sick that it's completely left me bedridden for days, sometimes even a week or two, at a time. Every once in a blue moon, I'd get a common cold or sore throat, but if I can walk, then I can work.

        I figured today must've been one of small common cold days when I woke up with a foul taste in my mouth. You know when you're sick and you have that awful taste when you cough? It's taste like that sour, off-putting taste.

        I ignored the system and buried my head back into my pillow, hearing the annoying alarm shut off thanks to Yuri.

        "(Y/N), it's time to get up." Yuri spoke.

        We've both grown used to this routine now. Yuri spends a good ten minutes trying to drag me out of bed while I lay motionless, purposely ignoring him as I try to go back to bed.

        Today, however, I feel even more tired than usual. It feels awfully hot under these covers and my body feels really sore, almost numb.

        "Come on. Don't start this today! You know we have an important meeting with the Director!" Yuri groaned, getting back on the bed to crawl over to my side and grabbing my arm.

        Right, the meeting with the Director. I'm supposed to go over there and discuss any new information on WISE in correlation to the chase with Winston Wheeler (and Twilight).

        Me and Yuri finally healed up enough to where we can be sent back to work. I was getting real sick of that liquid diet, I never want to have soup for breakfast, lunch, and dinner ever again (Yuri can agree with me on this). My broken nose is also healed too so now I can stop wearing that stupid bandage.

        Apparently, there's been a security breach in the SSS's latest website and I'm supposed to narrow down a list of potential suspects that could've caused the breach. I contacted The Handler last night and had her conduct a list of unfortunate Ostanian civilians to place blame on. I don't like having to bring innocent people into such matters, but I don't really have a choice. If the SSS finds out I'm still working with WISE, I'm royally screwed. The work the agents in WISE are given is far too important to sacrifice, so unfortunately I'm going to have to trade in unsuspecting civilians in order to keep the peace between Ostania and Westalis.

        I already know the true perpetuator of who caused that security breach; it was me. I needed information on Winston Wheeler so I hacked into the SSS's security files and emails and got information, then I snuck into city hall and got some public files of Ostanian citizens with the information I learned and was able to identify WISE's mole with just a tad bit of luck. The whole operation almost costed me my head with how I almost got exposed as a WISE agent to Yuri in the sewers along with almost dying to Winston (I'll never say this to her face, but thank God that Nightfall came when she did).

        "Fine, fine..." I groaned, moving my hair out of my eyes and slowly sitting up from my bed.

        I stood up from the bed and felt lightheaded, whiteish-black dots appearing in my vision as my body temperature raised and a nauseous feeling came over me, my ears ringing as I felt the dull thud of myself collapsing onto the carpet.

        I saw nothing for a long time, but a short time as well. I was able to regain my vision and found myself on the floor with Yuri hovering over me.

        Damn, I fainted.

        I've fainted a lot in my lifetime to the point it's probably unhealthy now. Exhaustion, extreme sickness when I'm bedridden, and sometimes even just from changing position too fast or standing in the same position for too long. By now I'm very aware of the symptoms, I just usually believe I can fight through it and continue on (the amount of times I coaxed myself into believing this then fainting afterwards is absolutely foolish of me by now).

        "(Y/N)? Are you okay?" Yuri questioned, a concerned expression on his face.

        "I tripped over my feet." I lied.

        "You sure stayed on the ground for a while. You weren't responding to me." Yuri responded, a bit suspicious.

        "I was hoping you'd leave me alone so I could go back to bed." I lied, again.

        "Seriously? Come on, we've got work to do." Yuri sighed, grabbing my nightgown's sleeve.

        Luckily my sleeve was covering my arm so he wouldn't come into direct-contact with my skin and feel how hot it is.

        "Do we want to cook breakfast or go grab some?" Yuri questioned, lifting me up from the ground with ease, placing me on my feet as I mumbled a "thanks".

        "Let's go out. I don't feel like cooking. I'm still sleepy." I responded, watching as Yuri walked to his closet and grabbed a pair of mundane office clothes.

        "I was thinking the same thing. It'd be quicker too." Yuri commented.

        I inhaled deeply, feeling as though I couldn't breathe through my nose. I still felt light-headed and I feel like I'll topple right over if I take a step forward.

        "Can you choose my clothes today? I don't wanna." I breathed out, crawling back into bed and staying above the covers since it felt too hot to get under them.

        "Don't plan on falling back to sleep. I will drag you into the car with you still in your nightgown if I have to." Yuri grumbled, shooting me a glare but walking to my closet nonetheless.

        He looked through the hanging clothes before grabbing a green sweatshirt and finding a pair of blue jeans on a shelf. He threw the clothes at me as I worked up the energy to get today started.

        "You better be dressed by the time I'm done changing." Yuri emptily-threatened, grabbing his own clothes and walking into the bathroom.

        I huffed, wanting to do anything but get out of bed, yet I decided to listen to him. He's right, today is an important day. It'll help me prove my innocence to the SSS (and I have to make sure I keep Donnie's little trap shut in case he decides to put his two-bits in and expose that I was gone during the whole mole hunt.

        I stood up from the bed, ignoring my wobbly head and aching head as I changed into the clothes Yuri picked out for me. It's funny that even though we're both basically married now (just without throwing a real wedding), we still change in separate rooms. I'm completely fine with that though, it's nice to take things slow.

        I grabbed sock and brown boots and slipped them on, then immediately fell back onto the bed to get at least an extra minute or two of rest.

        Yuri came out and looked at me, crossing his arms as he stared at me with his laser eyes.

        "Are you sure you're okay? Your throat sounds sore. Do you want a cough drop?" Yuri questioned.

        "I'm just really tired." I spoke, adverting eye contact.

        "Should we get coffee too?" Yuri asked, tying his boots on.

        "Yeah, that's a good idea." I nodded, raising my hand up in the air for Yuri to grab.

        He grabbed my hand without question and lifted me off our bed, allowing me to plant my feet back on the ground. I reached for my glasses on the dresser (if you wear any) and grabbed my wallet, shoving it into my pocket.

        "You're really hot." Yuri commented.

        "Thanks." I smiled, still having some energy to mess with Yuri.

        "I meant your skin is hot. Are you really sure you're feeling okay?" Yuri questioned, his concerned expression appearing.

        "I'm fine! I'd tell you if I feel off, so don't worry about it, love." I spoke, giving him a smile in hopes to reassure him.

        His shoulders released some tension, but they still weren't fully relaxed, so he doesn't believe me just yet.

        "I just have a small cold, nothing I can't handle. Now let's go, we still have work to do." I spoke, grabbing his hand and leading him to the door through blurry vision.

        I bumped into the door and huffed, feeling around for the handle.

        "(Y/N), that's a wall. The door is behind us." Yuri pointed out.

        On normal days, he'd chuckle about how much of a dumbass I am, but today he seems really in-tune with my physical state.

        "My vision is still blurry 'cause I'm tired." I spoke, coming up with that stupid excuse on spot.

        "Here, let me help you." Yuri spoke, guiding me over to the bedroom door as he opened it, pushing me through before walking out and closing it behind him.

        "I got the rest." I reassured, taking a few steps forward to go to the front door.

        I stopped once I felt my stomach start to turn and my vision start to blur once more. My ears started ringing and it felt like I was swaying from side to side.

        I took silent deep breaths to calm myself down and hopefully settle my immune system, all while Yuri stood behind me, closely observing me.

        "Are you sick?" he finally questioned.

        "No." I huffed stubbornly, gathering my energy to take another step.

        It was a terrible idea as I immediately fell forward, my body going limp as I couldn't control my feet or hands or anything any longer. Even though I was unconscious, I felt pressure under my head and on my wrist. I saw darkness again and waited for it to pass, before finally regaining my vision once more.

        Yuri had his hand under my head, checking my pulse before making eye contact with me as the waves of blurriness started to fade from my sight. He gave me a look I'd never think I'd get shot my way for fainting, he gave me a scowl.

        "I'm not sick." He taunted in a high-pitched voice.

        "Oi! I don't sound like that!" I huffed.

        "You told me you weren't sick. You said you'd tell me if you were feeling off, you little lying brat." Yuri huffed, moving his hand from under my head and allowing it to hit the ground with a thud!

        "Ow..." I groaned, reaching up and grabbing my head as my head ached, probably a headache forming. "Jerk! I didn't treat you like this when you got sick!"

        "I didn't lie when I got sick!" Yuri retorted.

        "Y-yeah... but..." I paused, thinking of something to say. "Just shut up and help me!" I huffed.

        "You're lucky I'm a nice guy." Yuri muttered, grabbing my hand and picking me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

        He opened our bedroom door and placed me back down on our bed, making sure to keep the covers off me. He walked up to his separate nightstand and picked up the phone, sliding the rotary wheel to his desired digits until he raised the phone up to his ear.

        "Hello, Director? This is Yuri Briar speaking. Me and (Y/N) Briar are going to take the day off, she's terribly sick and I don't trust her to be by herself. We can reschedule the meeting another day?" Yuri spoke

        "Oi! I hear you!" I huffed, throwing a pillow at him (albeit weakly).

        "Yes, that was her. She sounds terrible, huh?" Yuri spoke, now just taunting me.

        "You're a horrible man..." I grumbled.

        "Yes, sir. Thank you so much." Yuri spoke before hanging up the phone. "Looks like you're going to get your shut-eye after all."

        "Thanks, Yuri!" I smiled.

        "Do you think you can stomach anything? Do you want some soup?" he questioned.        

        "Yeah, I guess." I sighed.

        "I'll go make you some. Now, you change into some more lighter clothes so you won't be as hot, then you can go back to sleep." Yuri ordered.

        It really wasn't something I'd fight him on as I nodded, taking the pajamas I was wearing earlier from Yuri's hands. Yuri left the room as I changed, then got back into bed. I closed my eyes (taking off my glasses if needed) and listening to Yuri's command on some shut-eye.

        Yuri woke me up sometime later, gently shaking me awake.

        "Hey, wake up." Yuri spoke, coaxing me to waking up.

        I opened my eyes to see Yuri's face. He picked me up from the bed and took me out and into the dining room, sitting me down on my dining table seat. A bowl of simple broth sat in front of me, something simple that I wouldn't throw up.

        "You can eat on your own, right?" Yuri questioned.

        "Nope." I smiled.

        "Of course..." Yuri grumbled.

        He grabbed his chair and pulled it up close to me, our knees touching as he lifted my chin up and grabbed the spoon.

        "You should keep your distance if you don't want to get sick." I spoke.

        "Don't worry about it. The only time I get sick is when Yor is out of town." Yuri spoke.

        Right, I remember having to take care of him when Yor left a few days for her job at city hall. He's surprisingly easy to take care of since he doesn't talk as much when he's sick due to his aching throat. I thought.

        "Open up." Yuri commanded.

        I didn't put up a fight as I opened my mouth, taking a sip from the spoon.

        "It's pretty good, Yuri." I complimented, opening my mouth for another spoonful.

        "I got the recipe from a cookbook." Yuri admitted, scooping up some more and putting it in my mouth.

        I finished the bowl and thanked him as he picked me up and carried me back to our room, placing me down on the bed.

        "I'll be back. You just hang on a second." Yuri spoke, walking out of the room.

        He came back with a towel and some medication in hand.

        "Do you like medicine?" Yuri questioned.

        "No, who does?" I questioned, looking at him funny.

        "I mean, will you put up a fight?" he questioned.

        "...I mean, I guess not since it's for my health?" I muttered.

        "Good." Yuri smiled, twisting open the cap and pouring the dark red liquid into a small medicine cup.

        He raised the spoon to my mouth as I sighed and opened my mouth, drinking the liquid. It tasted disgusting and I hated every drop of it, but I understood it was for my health.

        "Thank you for taking care of me, Yuri. You didn't have to take the day off too to take care of me, but you did anyways. I appreciate it greatly." I smiled.

        "It's the decent thing to do." Yuri muttered, not taking the gratitude.

        "Don't underestimate your kindness, Yuri. I was just messing with you when I said you're horrible." I admitted.

        "I know that much, dummy." Yuri huffed, flicking my forehead with his finger.

        He pushed my chest for me to lean back on my pillow, then grabbed the cold wet towel and placed it on top of my forehead.

        "Now get some more rest, I'll come check up on you in a bit." Yuri spoke.

        "Thanks again, Yuri. I love you." I smiled, watching as his face started to match his eyes as he covered his mouth with his arm to hide his smile.

        "Whatever... I love you too." He muttered softly, but I could still hear him.

        The whole day Yuri tended to my needs as I got my well-deserved rest. It's nice to finally be able to sleep all day again, the last time I did that was years ago.

        I can't remember the last time I was cared for when being sick. Before the war when I was a kid, I remember being bedridden for three days and being unable to do nothing. My dad was out working and my mom was sleeping because she worked night shifts as a nurse (she was able to find a hospital that allowed married women to work there), so she slept during the day and went to work at night.

        My younger siblings couldn't take care of me because they were too young to have any medical knowledge. My older sister was out collecting rocks and my older brother was out with his friends. Even if they weren't busy, they still wouldn't be able to help me since they've never gotten sick (or at least didn't remember it).

        Even after joining the military and ending up getting the Spanish Flu I wasn't care for. It was actually a miracle I survived it because of my age and size. I must've found a lucky penny or something around that time because I luckily didn't have any severe symptoms, but after seeing all the people dying around me from the illness, I took absolutely no chances to being transported in the crowded nursing tent. I stole a small tent and ran far out into the woods along with a bottle of medicine, eight water bottles, four cans of tomato soup, and a blanket, spending five nights out there before I finally felt better.

        Because I didn't allow myself around any others to worsen my sickness, my Memory T-cells were able to identify and grow an immunity to the disease and I was able to overcome it.

        Even when I became a spy, the first few missions I got sick pretty often because of all the traveling and sight-changes I had to endure, but I soon grew accustomed to the constant change in scenery all around Westalis and Ostania that my immune system was eventually able to get used to it.

        But even then, it's nice to be cared for and pampered. The last time I got fed by someone was when I was two. The last time someone tucked me in for bed was when I was three. I never did have someone make me soup for when I'm sick, or give me a wet towel to place on my head, or even just give me a bottle of medicine.

        Even those the gestures might be small and "what a decent human being does" as Yuri said—it means the world to me. To be swaddled in the warmth of protection and love, something I was once sure I'd never be able to experience again until I met Yuri Briar.

        The ring on my finger isn't just a ring; it's an everlasting vow between two lives now connected through life and death, sickness and health, wealth and poverty. It's a pledge of undying adoration, sincerity, unwavering loyalty, and shelter; all of this for Mr. and Mrs. Briar to share with one another.

        BONUS: Headcannons about Yuri and (Y/N):

        Yuri and (Y/N) have their own seats at the dining table they silently assigned to themselves. Yuri's seat is the closest to the front door, he chose this seat in case (Y/N) ever does try to run away to go back to WISE (in actuality, it's so he can protect her if an intruder ever breaks in from there).

        Believe it or not, Yuri and (Y/N) aren't much of physical lovers. The love languages in their relationship is quality time, acts of service, and (shockingly) words of affirmation.

        (Y/N) can't detect sarcasm despite being sarcastic herself at times.

        (Y/N) used sleeping as a coping mechanism growing up. She used it to escape from reality; the hardships of money and war, deception and betrayal. She slept so much she learned how to lucid dream on her own. Now she sleeps because she's tired often due to work.

        (Y/N)'s always tired no matter how much sleep she gets; 30 minutes to a day. She once slept for 22 hours once and woke up feeling miserable. She slept for twenty minutes while waiting for a target during a mission and still felt like total shit; so no amount of sleep can truly make her feel 100% awake.

        (Y/N) has problems with memorizing people and their names so she focuses on a certain attribute that helps her recognize a person (ex. someone's hair color, the shape of their eyes, their jacket).

        (Y/N)'s memory isn't good either, she'll be in the act of cooking then forget she's cooking and walk away. Yuri now supervises (Y/N) to make sure she doesn't wander off and let the smoke alarm go off again.

        If (Y/N) had the option to go to the past, future, or stay in the present, she would choose staying in the present in a heartbeat. She believes if she goes to the past she might mess something up that would make it so Yuri and (Y/N) never met, and she doesn't want to go to the future in case she discovers something then accidentally messes up the future by going to the present and changes actions that would've led her to something happy in the future to something disastrous instead.

        Yuri's side mission in life is to try to discreetly find out (Y/N)'s favorite flower without being caught. He wants to surprise her but refuses to ask her for the answer. So far it's been a month of trying.

        (Y/N) has absolutely no idea when she's being flirted with by someone other than Yuri because she doesn't believe it's possible that someone could actually have interest in her (she still secretly questions if Yuri's proposal was true or if it was a gig to gain trust for their contract).

        Yuri has memorized every speckle of color in (Y/N)'s eyes because of how often he stares into them. He is a firm believer of giving someone his attention when they're talking with him.

        Yuri does, indeed, like to mess with (Y/N) because he thinks it's cute when she gets frustrated.

        When (Y/N) gave Yuri's mother brownies as an offering he cried in his car the entire time that (Y/N) talked to Yuri's mother. That day was the day Yuri started to lower his guard without even realizing it.

        Even though Yuri and (Y/N) bicker a lot, they're very aware of their true feelings since they always look at each other's eyes when talking (the eye is the window to the soul after all).

        It's a known fact that Yuri and (Y/N) always work with each other at the SSS. They help each other with listening to bugged rooms, Yuri listens and (Y/N) writes. Whenever they do interrogations, they're always in the room with each other in case one of the interrogators decide to get hostile. During raids, (Y/N) prefers to be lookout while Yuri heads into action. Even though (Y/N) doesn't like Yuri fighting with the possibility of getting injured or possibly even killed, (Y/N) doesn't like fighting up close due to the hostility she experienced in the military (the same applies with guns due to this).

        Yuri learned about (Y/N)'s dislikes towards guns and does his best to get them both out of raids or missions that involve them. He doesn't want to have her forced into a situation that makes her uncomfortable or feel threatened.

        Yuri and (Y/N) have come to the comprise that Yuri cleans and (Y/N) cooks after Yuri complained a lot about (Y/N) doing all the housework. Yuri doesn't like the thought of using (Y/N) like that, even if they live in the 1950's.

        As previously mentioned in this fic, (Y/N) got the Spanish Flu. She got the Spanish Flu by walking into the nursing tent to bring a sick comrade in. While she was in there, she saw someone have a terrible reaction to the vaccine they were given, foaming through their mouth and blood pouring out of their eyes and nose, that started her intense fear of needles (want to know how Yuri helps? Check out this fanfic along with the head cannons in it!)

        Yuri and (Y/N) like watching sci-fi movies and debating whether the events could one day be true or not. These debates get very heated, logical, and serious; some are still ongoing to this day.

        Yuri's ([Y/N]'s really) teddy bear (teddy bear is introduced in the Yuri Briar x Fem! Spy! Reader series, part 9) is named Graham Cracker because of the fur's color (Yes, [Y/N] named it).

        (Y/N) once had a dream of being an astronaut because she loved the stars so much. Now, she's not exactly sure what she wants to be career-wise, but she wants to be truly happy and have an ordinary life (which means ditching the SSS and WISE).

        Yuri once took (Y/N) out on a roadtrip to go to a space museum out of Ostania. In the middle of the night he stopped the car on a hill and prompted (Y/N) out of the car and pointed up at the stars. Yuri's mind has the image of her stargazing engraved in his mind. (Y/N) had never seen as much stars as she did then and she started crying hysterically because it was the most considerate and romantic thing anyone had ever done for her. Yuri now takes (Y/N) out to see the stars at the same hill at least once a month.

        Sometimes Yuri goes on complete rambles about Yor, specific adventures he had during missions, some biology facts he remembers from school, or even just Ostanian politics and (Y/N) would look at him with the world's brightest eyes and soft smile. Once he notices, his voice becomes softer and he stumbles over his wording a lot. (Y/N) will bring him back to with a soft "go on, love" despite hearing this subject hundreds of times before, and it'll officially explode Yuri's mind and heart.

        (Y/N) got Yuri into Frank Sinatra and Doris Day songs. Yuri's mood could be terrible but if he hears any one of their songs he'll immediately start cheering up because of the memories their songs bring. His favorite is "Fly Me to the Moon" from Frank Sinatra and "It's Magic" from Doris Day. (Y/N)'s favorites are "Blue Moon" from Frank Sinatra and "Dream a Little Dream of Me" from Doris Day.

        (Y/N) absolutely loves Christmas music. She loves decorating the apartment with festive lights and baking holiday foods. Yuri used to be indifferent about the holidays but now he can't wait for the next Christmas because of the first Christmas they spent with each other and the Forger family.

        (Y/N) was given the code name "Vixen" because of how she lured and deceived others. She stuck to using her looks as a form of deception since she had a hard time switching personalities due to her morals and how opinionated she is.

        (Y/N) hates receives gifts because it feels like she's indirectly using someone for money, being too needy, and now has a debt she needs to pay.

        (Y/N) and Yor meet up every weekend after work to talk about work, their family, and get to know each other better since they're in-laws. (Y/N) still finds Yor scary, but now she's determined to protect Yuri because of how kind-hearted and nurturing she is. (Y/N) makes sure to walk Yor home so Yor doesn't get into any danger (unbeknownst to [Y/N], Yor is the true danger).

        (Y/N) meets up with Camila and Yor once a month to teach Yor a new recipe. It's a really good bonding experience and it gives (Y/N) a healthy amount of social interaction without having to try and lie to anyone for ulterior motives. (Y/N) loves being able to call therm her friends since growing up she didn’t have any (that are still alive, that is. Twilight and Franky are like brothers).

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Coming Home to You: Part 1 of 3

Welcome to a 3-Part, Loid Forger x Female!Reader series entitled, Coming Home to You, I hope you enjoy it <3

synopsis. Westalia's top spy finally finds someone to come home to. Twilight heals from the past and ends up falling in love. A friends-to-lovers story.

tw. mentions of war, blood, subtle mutual pinning.

The past - Westalia

It wasn’t the first time you saw those green eyes.

His forehead was strained a crimson color and once his broken helmet was pulled off, blood trickled across his temple, his hair matted in a mix of sweat and dirt caked underneath. Your fingers were quick, nimble, delicate and mindful, but as soon as he felt your touch across his scalp, his eyes fluttered open.

The first thing he said was your name. It sounded coarse when it left his tongue, mouth left dry from baking under the sun for hours and in a miracle he found unconscious by soldiers. You hushed him to speak, fetching your canteen of water. You knelt down to the cot where he laid, lifting his head with your hand while placing the water to his lips to drink. While he drank, he kept his eyes on you— absorbing the face of a beautiful girl he hadn’t seen in years.

“Why are you here?”

The two of you were born in the same town of Luwen, in the country of Westalia. In childhood, there were always whispers of war— now there were shouts of it in through the blasts of bombings. 

“I joined to help the war,” you answered simply while you lowered his head back down, too focused on patching his wounds. There was a gash on his temple and abdomen, and his left leg seemed too stiff to move. Too many lives were lost, to many bodies left unclaimed and his would not be one of them, you thought. You reached for the collar of his shirt and began to unbutton it,

“Wait wait wait,” he grabbed your wrist, “I’m fine,”

“Don’t speak such nonsense, ■■■■■■, you’re—“

You felt his large hand come across your mouth while the other raised an index finger,

“Don’t say my name here. My name is Roland Spoofy.” 

The pause between you two was quickly cut with your laughter. 

“Why’d you pick such a silly name? Spoofy?” 

His eyebrows were knitted while he frowned, looking away while he began to unbutton his shirt. “I had to get in here somehow and they wouldn't take me for my age…”

He let you help him out of his shirt and noticed you had prepared a clean towel and bowl of warm water. You began to clean his body, starting first with temple, face, neck, chest, and abdomen, all the while “Mr. Spoofy,” averted your eyes and instead focused on the wall of the tent. You’d admit you were impressed by the definition he made of his own body, keeping your heart from tumbling into any more thoughts by focusing on feeling to find any hidden wounds underneath the surface of his tender skin.

The man groaned occasionally from feeling the fresh bruises that already bloomed across his body, but found your touch to be too soothing, almost drifting to sleep despite the noises clanking of metal and soldiers coming from outside. You made quick work of his stitches and wrapped the rest in gauze.

“I need to check your legs now,” you began to pull his belt to loosen it from the buckle but was met with resistance when he grabbed your wrists again,

“I-I just sprained my ankle, I’m fine!” 

“If you're worried I'll look, I'll just close my eyes,” you waited in stale silence before he conceded, motioning with nods to have you turn and wait until he called your name. He watched you turn back around with your eyes closed, putting your hand out for him to grab it, directing you to his thigh and knee.

“This is where it hurts,” you heard him murmurer. Placing both your hands over his thigh and knee and hummed, taking notice to the shape of his muscles in his leg, how it felt twisted and swollen to the touch. You were quick to creating a stint and compressed the area tightly, his eyes never losing it’s focus on you. 

“You tore several muscles in there, it’ll take a few weeks for you to heal. You might have to use crutches, but after bed rest it’ll be important for you to start walking again.” You turn away to give him privacy to change. 

“Thank you for saving me,” you heard his voice across the green tarp of the medical tent.

“Thank the soldiers who found you,” You smile. “I’m just damage control.” 

Before you departed you heard him say your name once more.

“May I see you again?” His cheeks burned, looking away from you again while he gripped the bedsheet tightly. 

“I-I mean you must be busy and I don’t want to—“

“Sure, Mr. Spoofy.” You smiled. "Anytime."

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And he did.

He saw you again every day for weeks. He’d offer to help peel potatoes while you cooked stew for the troops, come in for weekly check-ups more than needed, and would escort you to fetch medicines from the nearby market (per him, it was too dangerous for you to be walking alone.) It was good practice for him too, you agreed, that he would practice walking with then without crutches to gain back his strength.

One day on your way back from the market, you decided to take a detour; the sun was setting and off the pathway there was a grassy hill to view it from. He watched you rush in front, waving at him when you got halfway and ushered you to join him.

“Remember when we used to play here as kids?” you pointed to the hills across the landscape once you got to the top. “Well, you and the boys would play soldier. I’d watch from the trees.” 

He nodded, looking into the sunset. “I miss those days.” 

Scattered across the horizon were signs of the past, old wreckage of building from bombings of war. It would make him feel hollow, passing by the destruction below. But when he looked back at you and how the sun cast warm hues across your face, wind that made your hair slow dance across, he suddenly felt full.

“You know, I had a big crush on you back then…” He couldn't believe what he was admitting and blamed it on his head wound.

“Hah! Really?” You chuckled, “Well, I might’ve had one on you, too...” 

“Really?” He looked stunned. 

“You were the first boy I liked,” you admitted. “When the war first started, I dreamt we were older and you asked me to run away with you, once.” 

“Of course I’d run away with you!” he confessed through blushed cheeks, “I-I mean, what man wouldn’t? You’re a catch... And...”

Your giggle warming his cheeks while you leaned against his shoulder and just for a fleeting moment, the war didn't exist, just you, him, and the burning sun that was saying it's goodbye across the horizon. He could barely resist the persistent urge to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you into himself.

“I didn’t know you knew how to speak to a woman, an engaged one nonetheless…”

He froze. “Engaged?” 

You nodded quietly, looking into the distance. “Before I left he said he’d marry me. Honestly, I thought he wasn’t going to do it at all. I think it was his way of trying to get me to stay.”

“Oh…” he looked at you and frowned.

‘Then why do you look so sad?’

He had this question lodged in his heart but it never escaped his lips. He could only keep his eyes on you, your sad smile, and mustered up the words he could only assume felt right in that moment.

“If there’s one thing for sure, it’s that any man would be so lucky to have you.” Giving you a reassuring squeeze before putting some distance between, he was quick to push down a budding feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.

“Promise me this, ■■■■■■,” 

You took his hands in your lap, “Promise me the both of us will make it out of this war, alive. And one day lead happy lives,” you kissed the tops of his hands then placing one against your cheek, giving him a smile that could surely melt his permafrost.

He smiled, placing a gentle kiss on the top of yours and did the same, never realizing how your heart beat against your chest in that moment.

“I promise.”

It wouldn’t be your last time you’d see those green eyes, but it would be years later that you’d see them again.

***

AN. This will be a 3-Part, Loid Forger x Female!Reader series entitled, Coming Home to You, I hope you enjoy, and please consider reblogging, commenting and giving feedback! Thank you <3

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[lyxthen]

Some drawings of Luwen

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[jackoshadows]

Other than Stannis Baratheon and maybe various Starks, are there any nobles in particular who would likewise value Davos Seaworth’s brand of council?

I think the key five POV nobles (including one bastard) would value Davos Seaworth as a councillor/adviser other than Stannis Baratheon:

Jon Snow: Looks beyond class and gender to the person and what they are capable of doing. Shares similarities with Stannis Baratheon in terms of how to tackle the Freefolk and the threat of the Others - after Stannis learns from Davos' advice to him.

I am the shield that guards the realms of men. Those are the words. So tell me, my lord—what are these wildlings, if not men?” - Jon XI ADwD

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Daenerys Targaryen: Another leader who looks beyond class and gender and values the person. She would most definitely appreciate Davos' viewpoint of the smallfolk and being about the greater good.

Stannis learned about the greater good from Davos. On the other hand, Dany herself espouses similar views when she halts the campaign for the Iron Throne to stay in Meereen and help her people.

“Lord Seaworth is a man of humble birth, but he reminded me of my duty, when all I could think of was my rights. I had the cart before the horse, Davos said. I was trying to win the throne to save the kingdom, when I should have been trying to save the kingdom to win the throne.” - Jon IX, ASoS

“I was alone for a long time, Jorah. All alone but for my brother. I was such a small scared thing. Viserys should have protected me, but instead he hurt me and scared me worse. He shouldn’t have done that. He wasn’t just my brother, he was my king. Why do the gods make kings and queens, if not to protect the ones who can’t protect themselves?”  -  Daenerys III ASOS

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Arya Stark: The people's princess. A lot of her childhood is spend mingling with Winterfell's smallfolk, her arc involves living with the smallfolk and sharing their trials and tribulations. She would value the advice Davos gives her.

Tyrion Lannister: Tyrion is smart and ready to use trustworthy people and information to help in his goals and ambitions. He would definitely listen to Davos.

Bran Stark: Is young and also able to look beyond class and gender and would be appreciative of Davos. He does pushback a little when Maester Luwen or Ser Rodrik tell him things that he thinks is unfair.

Most definitely the likes of Samwell Tarly and Brienne of Tarth. Maybe for Arianne Martell - I can see her disagreeing with Davos in terms of policy, not because he belongs to the Smallfolk.

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[dreamnants-mis]

More random headcanon times (spoiler warning for Chapter 62 for those who are anime-only!)

Twilight doesn't have a favorite food. It's one of the many details that he'll change as part of his disguises, like any cologne (if used) or color preferences. Plus, it doesn't really matter what food he consumes in the end.

Or at least that's what Twilight tells himself.

Twilight, or rather [Redacted]'s favorite food is croquettes. He probably just likes any type of croquette in general, but might prefer those that include mashed potatoes and some seasoned meat, which were the ones the croquette lady in Luwen used to make. However, he subconsciously convinced himself he hates them as a way to separate himself from any trace of his original identity. It doesn't help that the smell and taste of them brings up painful memories of Luwen being bombed, because smell and taste also are strongly associated with memories. As a result, he does not make croquettes for any meals served to his family. He rationalizes it as it being too time-consuming and messy to justify making them, but again, it's really because of trying to avoid reminders of his past.

(Though a part of him still misses the simple joy of eating a croquette on a nice day.)

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Lagoon

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/i6SrsQE by blublupy An investigation to dispel myths about the lagoon near Luwen's mouth, leads Loid Forger to discover something beyond his understanding. Words: 604, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Franky Franklin Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Additional Tags: Romantic Fluff, Fluff, alternative universe, mermaid au, Siren Yor, Loid Forger | Twilight-centric read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/i6SrsQE

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The second time, it is still a 'Grilled Bear'.

Notes: TwiYor week second edition prompts day 4: Nostalgia (AO3)

So many time skips in this, I apologize.

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The food does give Roland the energy to walk back to camp. Before any of the scouts spot him, however, he makes sure to discard all evidence of him ever getting help from an Ostanian citizen.

Limping all the rest of the way, as calculated, the scout finds him and immediately takes him to the infirmary barrack.

There, he gets treated and interrogated for surviving an Ostanian army ambush all by himself.

Roland manages to make his supervisor and all of the other people surrounding him at the infirmary believe his story of an aggressive beast wreaking havoc during the ambush, thus making him able to run and hide, though not unscathed.

The only person who raises a brow upon hearing the story is the medical officer, who obviously found inconsistencies upon inspecting his wounds. Roland's heart thumps inside his chest as his mind already makes up hundreds of excuses when he sees the doctor's face which is clearly questioning him about how he managed to treat his wounds that are impossible to reach by himself.

But in the end, the medical officer does not inquire about any such questions.

After taking care of all the wounds, the doctor dismisses him from the infirmary, prohibiting him from going to the front lines, and assigns him to the kitchen. Which Roland accepts without hesitation.

.

While stationed in front of the kitchen with his crutch, diligently peeling potatoes, Roland hears several of the soldiers sneer, "So, getting injured is your ticket to escape the front line, huh Roland?"

"Must be very nice, huh? You're lucky!"

They laugh mockingly.

 He frowns when words from not long ago echo in his mind.

War is the most pointless thing.

They said the bombing of Luwen was part of a false operation.

Isn't it stupid if this war was the result of a diplomatic fiasco?

"Well, obviously he missed the chance to slaughter those Ostanian bastards, eh?"

"Missing the chance to carve his name as one of the heroes too. I mean, whoever remembers the name of the person who peels potatoes, eh?"

Have you seen the Ostanian evil deeds all by yourself?

I lost my parents to the war.

Roland just glares at the soldiers that are still jeering while departing for their spots at the front lines. At the same time, his mind starts to question his belief in truth or false, good or bad, heroes or villains.

"Aaahh… Don't listen to those young snobs." He turns his head to the right to see an older soldier whose leg has been replaced by a peg. The condition that makes him the appointed head chef of the barrack.

"After relying on survival rations for months, they'll be crying over a hot potato soup. Even simple ingredients like onions taste a whole lot better than those lead canned food, don't you think??" The older man grins at him, and Roland's memories fly back to the grilled bear and the overwhelming feelings he felt.

He clenches his jaw and nods.

The older man guffaws. "Enough with that gloomy face. Take pride in making these food with love, that carve the same smiles from those ungrateful bastards as well as the enemy troops. Their mouths wouldn't admit it, but their bodies understand the universal language anyway."

The younger boy blinks.

A universal language, huh?

Then his memories return to his encounter with the girl.

It's not poisonous. You'll need all your strength to return to your camp.

Apparently, he’s already experienced exactly what the chef told him just a moment before.

Roland frowns as he peels the potatoes faster.

.

Later that week, Roland finds out that the bombing of his hometown hadn’t killed his friends. As a matter of fact, the reckless plans of his own country are the ones that end up killing them.

In his grief, Roland peels and cuts the onions for the day's menu. The curly haired Ostanian's words keep echoing in his mind, forcing him to see events from different perspectives.

In the east, they say the west started the war. In the west, they say the east started the war.

In the experiment, they didn't know whether they were told the truth. But once the idea is in their head, they'll do what was told.

They tell us to hate each other. So we fight. So we die. Isn't it pointless?

Roland continues to peel and dice the onions.

All these years, he has directed his anger towards the Ostanians. He’d thought he had done the right thing.

But what if he is the one doing the wrong things? Isn’t that what it looks like from the other side?

What am I actually doing?

I don't know anything. I never did. I never know why the war started.

I hate the enemy, so I pick up a gun, and kill without knowing why.

As he peels and dices more onions, Roland comes to a conclusion.

This is ignorance.

Ignorance isn't bliss. This is a sin.

The blond boy grits his teeth in frustration as he puts the diced onions into the stockpot.

.

The chance to gain power, that is knowledge, comes in the form of an invitation to enter military intelligence. And he, who has lost everything; including his life purpose; decides to take a chance and see whether he still can do something.

Anything that makes him able to still feel something.

And so, he endures all the harsh training thrown at him. His Handler drills into his mind a very important lesson: "Remember, lives may hinge on any little scrap of information. Don't view everything in black and white. Don't try to make everything fit into your preconceived notions. And don't rationalize!!"

The training helps to shape him into Westalia's best agent.

Throughout his journey, [Redacted] or now known as Twilight, has seen the world from different points of view.

Little by little he starts to see the bigger picture.

He knows by then that the most important matter is peace.

The peace that will protect the smiles of children so that they can grow up and not need to endure the same unfortunate situation as him.

.

A decade later, Twilight accepts the most complicated mission of his entire career: Establishing a fake family that involves two innocent civilians to accomplish the mission.

What he never expects to discover is how by being involved with his family on a daily basis, he finds the missing piece he didn't know he needed to become a whole human.

And throughout the process, a saying from before rings true in his mind.

Food is a universal language. More specifically: Food is a love language.

And he finds it makes him happy to be able to crave the smiles of the two individuals that have inevitably snagged his heart and become the most important people in his life.

They make him have a new purpose in his life.

That is why, after the unexpected reveal that the two innocent civilians aren't actually 'innocent', Twilight chooses to keep his family intact; now hiding secrets from his own agency instead while working on his latest mission.

.

Days go by, and Operation Strix is still moving at a snail's pace. The amount of Stella stars that Anya has to achieve and the Tornitrus bolts she has to avoid is somehow neck to neck. It's as if they were competing against each other, making him always be on the edge of his seat.

And of course, there are also side missions that get thrown his way relentlessly. Many times, these side missions hinder him from coming home on time, and it makes him unable to cook for his family. An activity that he has found to be relaxing.

During times like these, he is grateful that he doesn't have to lie to his family any longer, and that they understand. Yor will always take care of the things around the house. And it feels nice to know that he can rely on her in tackling the most difficult mission in the world. Raising a family.

Loid is delighted that Yor’s been trying to learn how to cook, and as of late, has become his Boucher, sort of. Her skills with knives is not to be questioned. But, she still failed when it came to many other different aspects of cooking such as making a decent, edible, dish.

Nevertheless, Twilight greatly appreciates her efforts, and never forgets to always compliment every one of her victories, however small.

.

Tonight, the side missions have been especially harsh. Handler really threw 3 side missions at him in one go, huh?

Twilight is tired to the bone as he drags his feet home, and feels really glad when the apartment's door is finally within arm's reach.

Opening and closing the door silently, he doesn't expect to find his nostrils being attacked with a familiar ominous smell. It is the smell of Yor's special herbs mixture. The one she usually makes if she needs its effect of relaxation and, to a certain level, effects of pain killing as well.

Suddenly Loid remembers that he isn’t the only person who’s been through a mission today. But apparently, Yor has finished earlier than him.

Speaking of her, he sees Yor peek from their kitchen "Welcome home, Loid!"

He smiles as he hangs his coat and hat, "Rough mission at your end too?"

She chuckles breathily, "Oh well, the client hired warriors from the far east as their bodyguards. I needed time to understand how they moved. Anyway, Anya told me that you’ll come home late and sore. So, I already prepared two servings of this."

Loid tries to keep his face neutral, despite shuddering when recalling that even though the remedy always works wonders, the taste is; to put it politely; horrible; because the aftertaste tends to stick till the end of the next day.

But of course, Yor is able to recognize the micro changes on his face as she chuckles and rolls her eyes playfully, “Oh come on! As long as it's effective, taste doesn’t matter! You’re a grownup, Loid!”

Loid laughs at that, and mockingly salutes her, "Yes, Ma’am."

The man then walks closer and observes his wife from head to toe.

One of the perks of them already knowing each other's identities is that Loid now has the right to worry about his wife's well being. And vice versa.

And of course, in turn, they can always ask the other for help as well. Be it during the job, or after. Even so, both of them are still adapting to these new circumstances, and more often than not, one of them has to confront the other because they are so used to working alone.

This time he notices that she is wearing a fluffy sweater that fully covers her body.

Loid's brows furrow.

Yor will only use that type of sweater during particularly cold days, or when she wants to cover her injuries that will be exposed should she wear the usual backless sweater she loves so much.

And today is nowhere near cold.

"Are you okay?"

He sees Yor wring her hand to dismiss his worries, "Nothing I can't handle." And then she continues to pour the remedy into their respective cups.

It is during the process that Loid, with his impeccable observational skills, notices a blotch of slightly damp red color on her sweater, below her right shoulder blade.

"You're hurt!"

Yor snaps her head at him, and tries to deny it. "I'm fi-..."

But Loid interferes by pointing at the blotch, "The blood is seeping."

Yor's eyes widen as her left hand immediately covers the place that is pointed.

Her facial journey makes Loid chuckle. It changes from wide-eyed astonishment to brows furrowing in recognition and finally eyes averting with a sigh of defeat.

Loid is always thankful that his wife is such a bad liar.

"Come, let me help. You cannot treat an injury properly by yourself." The man gently takes her hand and leads her to their living room.

Once they take a seat on the sofa, he asks gently, "Turn around, and remove the clothes over the wound."

Yor nods, and does as she’s told.

Once the clothes are removed, Loid immediately assesses the wounds: several bruises and shallow cuts litter her back. He is satisfied with the fact that none of them need gauze and have already been treated with her special zalf. Except for that one particular cut on her right shoulder blade. Loid can see that Yor has tried her best to dress the wound, but the gauze is slightly out of place, resulting in the blood to seep out.

"The hired bodyguards were using projectile weapons shaped like stars. One of the weapons bounced off the steel pillars of the warehouse, so I couldn't dodge it intime." Yor shyly explains.

Loid nods as he undoes the bandages, "Things like that sometimes happen. It’s not poisonous I hope?”

Yor tilts her head and puts one finger on her chin as if in deep thought. “I don’t feel anything is out of place, so I don’t think so?”

Loid chuckles, “That’s not convincing at all! I’ll have to observe your vital signs for the next 24 hours.”

“Preposterous!” Yor slightly turns her body so she can playfully slap his hand, “I’m totally fine!”

“Hey now, stay still, so I can properly-...” He abruptly stops when he sees scars on her back. Three consecutive parallel white lines that are so faint he’s never noticed before. “Oh? What happened here?” He asks in soft tones as he carefully caresses the scars.

“Hm?” Yor peers and then chuckles, “Oh! Courtesy of a bear, actually”

“A bear?!” His brows furrow when all of a sudden, a nostalgic moment from his teenage life resurfaces. As a matter of fact, they unfold in front of him right now: Yor's black hair and red eyes, him noticing the blood seeping through her clothes, her reactions, their sitting arrangements, him fixing her bandages.

He gulps while his hands continue their movement, while he listens to Yor's story that somehow he has a feeling that he already knows.

“Yeah. About 12 or 13 years ago, I fought a bear in the forest near my hometown that nearly mauled a poor injured soldier. Turns out the bear was attacking in rage due to its own injury. Thankfully I managed to step in on time and help the soldier. Oh! I also managed to secure bear meat for me and Yuri to eat during the winter.”

Loid’s heart beats faster as he secures the knot of his wife’s bandages. Because apparently, the world IS that small. And the universe has its own unique way of mocking him, that out of all odds, he meets again with the beautiful girl of his past.

And he isn't complaining.

Far from that.

He is actually thankful.

Deep down inside he suddenly realizes that maybe that's part of the reason why he blurts out how pretty she is during their first encounter at the tailor. How easy he took her hands in their fake marriage. How strong his will is to always put a smile on her face. And how reluctant he is to let her go when their dark secrets were revealed.

Loid returns from his daydreaming when he feels her nod her thanks and put on her clothes while continuing her story, “Too bad the soldier seemed to be in a very bad mood, that he didn’t even want to tell me his name, even after I took care and took the trouble to feed him.” Yor chuckles as she slides on her seat to face him. She shrugs, “But that was to be expected I guess. We were still at war during that time.” She then tilts her head, “I wonder whether he managed to return to his friends.”

“He did.” Loid blurts out. “And he owed you a long overdue apology for acting like a total jerk.”

When Yor looks at him questioningly and asks, “Oh? Is he one of your acquaintances?” Loid smiles and uses his left hand to move his hair to reveal a scar on top of his left eye, then angles his head so that his wife can see it clearly in their dimly lit living room.

The blond man hears his wife gasp in recognition. Soon after he feels her trembling fingers trace the scar and hears her whisper in awe, “That was you……”

Taking her hand that’s been tracing his scar, he kisses it lightly and answers her tenderly, “Yes. At that time my name was Roland. And I’m sorry for acting like an ungrateful barbarian.”

She smiles, “I’m just glad that you managed to return to your camp safely.”

“Your food helped.”

Suddenly she flusters, “Oh! Oh dear! I hope you didn’t get food poisoning!”

Loid laughs, “No!! As a matter of fact. That is the most delicious meal I’ve ever had.”

“You’re lying!”

“No! I was in tears because of how delicious it was. I unashamedly finished it all within seconds.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm….”

Suddenly something clicks in his mind and his eyes widen. All this time, Yor wasn’t being a terrible cook. She’s only been used to survival cooking and she's yet to grasp the concept of having the luxury of buying ingredients and preparing them accordingly. Loid has a hunch that she has never been exposed to the way of using and combining spices and flavors either.

Well, that is about to change now.

He is more than willing to share his knowledge with her.

“I think now I know how to teach you to cook!” he grips her hands in both of his, “I’m confident you’ll be able to create endless marvelous food in no time!” He catches himself and stops before drowning in the euphoria, “But of course, only if you want to.”

He sees his wife's smile brighten, “Of course, I’d love to!”

“Well then. Let’s start our cooking lesson tomorrow morning then, Mrs. Forger!”

“Yeah!” She pumps her fist in the air. “Now let’s drink our remedies, and get ready for bed!”

Loid fails to stop himself from groaning at the mention of the remedy, and that gets him a playful slap to the chest. “Come on! Be a man and gulp it down for your own good!”

Once again, Loid mockingly salutes his wife, “Yes, Ma’am!”

.

Starting that day and lasting for several months, the kitchen of the Forger household continues to produce goods. Loid soon finds that experimenting and creating so many different meals with his wife, or sometimes together with his daughter, be they edible or disastrous is very enjoyable.

And to his (and both Anya and Bond's) delight, giving instructions to Yor with the 'language' that she understands does help a lot.

She is improving.

Fast.

Nowadays, they’re starting to take turns in preparing dinner. And Southern Ostanian dishes become part of their vast menu that immediately becomes Yor's specialty. And of course, to be able to taste his wife's hometown meals means a lot to Loid.

Once again he is reminded that food is indeed a universal language meant to be understood by anyone.

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For the past few weeks, Berlint General Hospital has been undergoing a healthcare standardization held by the Ostanian Ministry of Health. It is a new system developed by several countries in their region to ensure the patients receive the best of their healthcare providers. Being one of the best hospitals in Ostania, obviously, Berlint General becomes the very first to run a trial of the new system. And being one of their best doctors, Loid Forger is involved in all parts of the process.

For Twilight those weeks are hellish and even more tiring than obliterating a terrorist lair or stopping a nuke attack. And yet this has nothing to do with spy missions, but more of the administrative side of Loid Forger.

Scratch that.

As of late, Twilight sometimes forgets that maintaining the Loid Forger persona IS part of his spy mission.

He shakes his head in disbelief, as he flops into the chair of the hospital refreshment room in exhaustion that night. In all honesty, he is not regretting Twilight and (Redacted) being merged into a one and only Loid Forger.

"Glad it's finally done, huh?" Dr. Lehmann, one of his colleagues and a pediatrician, wearily opens the cold refreshment from the fridge.

"I never thought the assessment would be that detailed!! They ruthlessly monitored everything! How dare they say my department needs a lot of improvement?!" The short brown-haired doctor, Dr. Klein, a surgeon, angrily chomps down his complimentary cold sandwich.

"Because you really need to pay attention to the medical records Dr. Klein! I can barely understand what you are doing with the patients there! You really need to learn to be more like Dr. Forger and his filing system." The other one who's sitting silently at the corner, Dr. Richter, an anesthesiologist, calmly starts to eat his own sandwich.

"Oh, that's unfair! Forger here is still so young and has the stamina to do all that sorting!" Dr. Klein only humps angrily as he chews faster, "And goodness! Can at least director Gorey appreciate us more??? A cold grocery sandwich for dinner?? For real??"

Loid only chuckles tiredly as he eyes his share of sandwiches. Truth be told, Dr. Klein isn’t wrong. The sandwich hardly looks appetizing. He would rather gather his belongings, go home, and cook a meal in their kitchen. Or if by any chance Yor's been cooking something, any leftovers of her meals will be way more appetizing than the soggy bread sitting in front of him.

But he is still too tired to move. So he takes a deep breath and is about to bite down the sandwich when a call from the nurse stops him. "Ah!! Dr. Forger!! Your wife stopped by a few moments ago, and asked the front office to bring you this package."

From Yor?

"Thank you!" He nods his gratitude as a surge of giddy happiness swells in his chest upon receiving a thermos and a bundle that most likely are lunch boxes. And they are still warm too!

"Oh my!! Look at these young people still acting like newlyweds all the time!" Dr. Lehmann chuckles breathily as he teases Loid while the blond man hastily unpacks the package.

A small card with a familiar neat cursive greets him:

Thank you for the hard work!

Hope you enjoy the meal <3.

PS: It's not poisonous ;)

It makes a smile bloom on his face. The postscript though makes the man quirk his brow, trying to sort out any hidden meaning behind the message.

He first opens the thermos, pouring himself a cup of Yor's special herb remedy, that’s become delicious in recent times. Gone is the ominous smell, to be replaced with the relaxing scent of cinnamon and mint. Sipping its contents, his palette savors the sweetness and warm taste of ginger, sweet fennel, cloves, and honey. Sighing in satisfaction as the warm liquid enters his throat and relaxes his tense muscle, he then starts opening the lunch boxes.

As soon as the lid is opened, a mouth-watering aroma fills the refreshment room, gaining the attention of the other doctors.

"Holey smokes!! What is that wonderful smell, Forger?" Dr. Richter whistles his compliment.

"Aren't you a lucky bastard?" Dr. Klein grumpily gulps down the last bite of his sandwich.

"Woah, wish my wife could cook like that!" Dr. Lehmann laughs.

"Ah, these are…" Loid's head tilts at seeing the unusual arrangement of food in the box.

A cup of hot onion soup with garlic bread, skewered grilled veals on top of leaves, fresh balsamic salad at the corner, and mashed potatoes arranged to look like-...

Loid guffaws when he recognizes the meaning behind his special dinner of the day. He then addresses his colleagues as he takes big bites of the skewered meat. "This is my wife's grilled bear."

"Bear??!"

"What?! How does she even get the meat?!"

"What does bear meat taste like??"

Loid continues to gulp down his meal as he glances towards the curious (some envious) stares of his colleagues. And he answers happily, "It tastes absolutely amazing!"

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Notes: The hidden meaning behind the special dish is “Hope this food will give you enough energy to come home to us <3”

Yes, I hc that one day when they already became a true family, Yor will show her mischievous and more sentimental side. And Loid will find it even more endearing.

And I also believe Yor’s ability to cook will continue to improve cause now she has a wonderful teacher, and a family to feed <3

As for how their Identity reveal happens, you can read these previous fics of mine (shameless self promotion, as usual XD): one, two, three, four

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[toskarin]

wwhat on earth is empire of dirt

Fate/Empire of Dirt is a doujin ero-rpg with vn elements made by Luwen Workshop, featuring art by Azahisa, Mazeran, and Ikemeru

it's based on the Apocrypha timeline, but also contains characters from Grand Order. notably, besides a machine translation, it's unavailable in english

[sophiamarieispinkbunny-chan]

Yor and Anya could both be of Royal Ancestry in Ostania. (Long Post Again, Sorry!)

It has a little connection to the first theory I’ve post about Yor being a subject of Project Apple. You can read it here.

Just some take I have on this scene on Chapter 4 (Because it always makes me wonder)

Notice how the three of them immediately caught Henderson’s attention just by walking? Like they haven’t done anything remarkable yet Henry said he could sense some elegance in them. It was only them that he pointed out. I can’t help but think about the reason why Henderson said this.

My take is that the three of them used to be part of elite and prestigious families.

Loid’s family in the West, in Luwen, seems to be well off judging by the way they dress, their home, and his father’s job seems to be important too.

But if it wasn’t the case, Loid can still be elegant because he strived to be perfect in everything he does. He was trained how to act elegantly in order to blend in with other people. But I stick by my theory that he came from a rich family from the West.

But being elegant wasn’t taught to Anya and Yor. It’s like for both of them, they had that tinge of elegance in their blood.

Then come through this theory about Anya being a part of monarch/royalty. If that theory is true then that must be the reason why Henderson saw something with Anya.

Then how about Yor? She also came from a prominent family. I’m going to make a wild guess that she’s also a monarch. A hidden monarch like my theory with Anya. 

I would like to consider her back story to be the same as Sleeping Beauty or Little Briar Rose since it is evident that this fairytale inspired most of Yor’s characters (The needle like weapon, her surname, the roses). So what if the royal family were the first ones that have these abilities? The first experiments, after the monarchy was taken down, are the remaining members of the monarch family.

But her parents took them and hid them faraway where no harm would ever come to them, just like how the fairies kept Aurora hidden in the forest, keeping the fact that she’s a princess/royal. But at the end of the day, despite them keeping her away from the spindle, the needle (being used because of her ability) she still ended up taking the bait in the end after they died (Like how Aurora still ended up getting pricked by spindle despite all her parents’/kingdom’s parents  effort to protect her).

Yor has been under a curse since then, like asleep and paralyzed, devoid of emotions. But then, came the prince who saved her life and made living worth it for her again (If she never married Loid, I really think she would just accept death in that cruise arc battle he had with that Katana guy).

Ah! just think if Loid’s real name has something with Philip, the same as Briar Rose/Aurora’s Prince’s name in the Disney movie! What if it’s also a surname like Yor BRIAR. Loid could be James (From 007 James Bond) and Philip, James Philip! Just imagine, it would be genius right? Loid’s name could be anything though, but I would totally flip it was that, just the parallel and the complement of his real name to Yor!

Anyway moving on….

If Yor is also a monarch like Anya then does that mean that she’s blood related to Anya? That is what I don’t have a theory about. Maybe if I have the time, I’ll reread the manga from the start again and find some details that can help me elaborate this theory or debunk it.

These are all speculations of mine that I wanted to share. Thoughts that I can’t help but think of regarding what could be Yor’s backstory because we know nothing besides her parents both died when they were kids and that was all.

I know these might be far-fetched and don't make sense and the story can’t be that complicated but hey, the possibility of these being canon is not zero.

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[kaantt]

#kaantt likes literature #polls #literature #characters

[scriptores]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 : agent twilight, spy x family

overview: in the middle of a cold war between the neighboring nations of westalis & ostania, twilight is a top agent working under W.I.S.E (westalian intelligence service - eastern division) striving to safeguard the fragile state of peace that grows more precarious everyday. a master of disguise, he is frequently sent undercover in the thick of ostanian territory, where many of his missions deal with thwarting extremist groups, infiltrating the inner circles of national unity party members (the political party that was deposed at the end of the first war), and extracting any information or plans that may bring on another war. for this reason, he's known as the man with a thousand faces, the ostanian government's most wanted agent, infamous for his achievements, while his true face, history, and identity remain an enigma.

VERSES.

canon: operation stryx is the current mission. his target is donovan desmond, the former prime minister and elusive leader of the national unity party who is in talks of planning something big and potentially detrimental to peace relations. twilight is posing as loid forger, a psychiatrist in the capital of ostania, berlint city, and has been tasked with building the perfect fake family in order to blend in with ostania's elite class and have his child enrolled in the same prestigious school as desmond's youngest son. due to a shortage of spies on the ground, he's also tasked with too many side quests, and can be found just about anywhere wearing any face. plots can take place within the series timeline, or prior with one of twilight's previous covers and operations.

mi6 / 007 / man from u.n.c.l.e. au: will usually be set in the 60s, but can also be used for modern day interactions and espionage universes. twilight is an agent for mi6 frequently tasked with undercover missions, primarily in europe, but throughout the continents as well. his job is to stop extremist activities before they become public, and gather or destroy intel as necessary to prevent another world war. much like his canon verse, no one outside his affiliated organizations and close assets know what he really looks like. ( he collaborates with u.n.c.l.e. but is still mi6; for james bond plots he's agent 004, still only known as twilight )

regency spy au: originally german, but orphaned in england, he works for england's war office as an undercover agent & asset during the napoleon wars. he's using several covers to keep an eye on the ton for traitorous plans, as well as the area of kent ( near aubrey hall ) where much of the supply and information smuggling happens. ( loosely based on julia quinn's spy duology )

dragon age: twilight was orphaned during the rebellion war between ferelden & orlais, and was trained to be a ferelden spy by william cousland. his first mission was to ensure empress celene's succession. he attended the university of orlais under the guise of a free marcher's heir and discreetly thwarted assassination attempts on the empress. with the peace treaty finally struck, twilight had been tasked with keeping an eye out for any breaches on either side, but primarily in orlais. he was stuck there the start of the blight, but despite the closed borders was able to find his way back in. he can be picked up as a companion in origins. by the events of da:i, leliana approaches him to join her and the inquisition as one of her top informants. his focus is then on tevinter, the ventori, and eventually the agents of fen'harel.

DOSSIER

name. [redacted] codename. twilight alias(es). loid forger (psychiatrist), robert (gov. attaché), lawrence (black market), lionel (national defense), roy (westalian soldier) pronouns. he/him age. late 20s / early 30s origin/nationality. luwen, westalis (default). west germany (60s/modern) etymology. human / spy. sexuality. bisexual alignment. neutral good , w.i.s.e. (canon), mi6 (60s/modern)

relations. * from loid forger's I.D. file: anya forger, daughter (alive), yor forger née briar, wife (alive) * from twilight's destroyed I.D. file: [redacted], mother (deceased), [redacted], father (presumed dead), [redacted], grand-uncle (deceased)

height. 6'2" build. slender / athletic hair. blonde eyes. blue scars. * from a shot in his left thigh, the bullet is still there, this is the ugliest one; * from a shot below his collar bone, with an exit wound on his right shoulder blade. * back of his head that's covered up by his hair. you'd only notice if you feel for it. scents. clean leather, gunpowder, cognac, tonka bean, and oak wood known languages: * canon verse: westalian, ostanian, hugarian, nortic * modern verse: german, dutch, english, japanese, french, russian, hungarian, & romansh. also basic portuguese.

abilities / skillset. master of disguise; expert marksmanship; genius intellect with a photographic memory; master tactician (sort of like nanami's ratio strategy, twilight can quickly scan a room/opponent/obstacle, play out various probable approaches in real-time until he finds the most precise and efficient one to win)

restrictions. while still strong, he'll rely on strategy to overpower someone, can be overwhelmed by large numbers when his stamina fails him; his kindness. while he is very methodical and unemotional during an operation, his kindness will on rare occasion win over his logic and may lead to decisions that would otherwise compromise his mission; a sleep deprived babe, may be vulnerable during naps.

theme. you only live twice, nancy sinatra / eleanor rigby, cody fry / rhinestone eyes, the gorillaz

#📸 profile : twilight

[spyxfamilyanalysis]

FACTS OF SPY x FAMILY! (5): Twilight/ Loid Forger (Part 1)

Previous post: FACTS OF SPY x FAMILY! (4)

I guess some of you might have noticed this preview for today's fact post: Spoilers of the preview

I decided to do FACTS about Twilight/ Loid Forger. About the Garden Organisation, although it had more votes than Loid Forger, and Anya Forger with the same votes as Loid, I will write their facts after Loid's so stay tuned if you are interested! Btw, both of the forms will be closed by the end of this year so if you are interested in Sxf, then pls fill in if you can, I appreciate it <3 *\(>-<)/*

!Warning!: -Contains spoilers!

-The information was taken from videos on Youtube that are trusted and well-informed (you don't need to worry about that)

-What I'm about to tell you below are analyses from Vietnamese analysing videos which I translated for you into English for this post. I'll copy the video link at the end of the post if you are interested in (if you can understand Vietnamese).

-Sorry if my English is not good, it wasn't easy for me to translate the whole video... Thank you, I appreciate it!

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Now let's move on to our main topic: 🧐🤯

The man with a thousand face, an expert in disguise, the best agent as well as the father of the Forger family, Loid Forger, or should be known as Twilight!

In the beginning of 2019, the author of the manga with the same name Tatsuya Endo-san showed the manga-anime community how to create an outstanding character, and when he first created the character Twilight/ Loid Forger, many fans girls have to "WOW" because of his handsomeness, amazing talent and being cool~ Despite being well-known as a talented spy by not only W.I.S.E Organisation but also other opposed gangs such as the mafias or even the SSS, no one can ever believe under the cover of a spy is a responsible husband and father of a forged family.

To become a spy of the W.I.S.E organisation, Twilight had to leave and give up everything, his biography and even his real name, so his name is always a mystery. Therefore, "Twilight" is just a codename as he is a super spy. It has a very special meaning: Twilight is a period of time just before it becomes completely dark in the evening (kinda like a very beautiful sunset, not red sunset, more like the sky is a bit ocean blue and light pink or gold, with orange sunset, sometimes have clouds) like the images on the left and the center, the one on the right is how science explains twilight. Now, that period actually represents Agent Twilight as twilight is a time between day and night (how science explains), similar to a spy's duty as they sometimes don't know they work for the good (day) or the bad (night), or they showed the fake identity as a normal person at daylight and became an unknown hero, an agent in the night. On the good side, they are the heroes protecting the world, while on the bad side, they can be little sussy insects destroying the world of peace.

(For clearer information, click this link (because I'm not an expert about astronomy so I really don't know a bit about this).

Twilight's past~~~

At present, there aren't much information about his past. All we know that as an orphan and a victim of war, he had lost his family and friends and there was no one else with him. All he remembers is where he used to live with his parents, which is Luwen - a small town in Eastern Westalis. (read from Spy x Family manga chapter 62, below is the summary)

His childhood~

His father is a pacificist (related to peace)- người theo chủ nghĩa hòa bình in Vietnamese, so he absolutely denied and hated the war scene at that time. I think he was a very awful dad as well, he kept yelling and scolding Twilight as well as underestimating him when he was little whenever he talked about war in front of him, it's like he thought Twilight will get in the way. However, his mother was very nice. She is brave and caring for him, she usually sang lullabies for him at bedtime. However, his parent's opinions of teaching methods were different so it always ended up in arguments, which Twilight usually felt depressed at his parents arguing every day.

Other than his parents, he also befriended 3 kids in the neighborhood and they played at an abandoned warehouse that was used for military services, and of course, their favorite game was acting as soldiers. From then on, they gave eachother nicknames like major, general or adviser (how his friends called "Twilight"), and their dream was to join the military together and defeat all the "monsters" from the East. Though a little fun talk and play of a child thought to be harmless, his father disagreed and hit (slapped) him in the face for the lack of knowledge about Ostanians and the thought of war between 2 countries. Moreover, Twilight was also jelous about his friends when they all have gun toys and other stuffs from their parents, so he once lied to his father about borrowing money to buy them. However, inside Twilight was the big guilt, he regretted lying to him immediately. Twilight also decided to stay away from his friends and the warehouse.

And the "destiny" had arrived. No sooner had a moment been short and peaceful than the army of Ostania arrived and released the bombs and guns, Luwen was their first target. Twilight first-time witnessed the seller of the bakery got killed because of the whole building collapsed on her. He also saw the warehouse where they played was destroyed. Managed to survive the destruction and debris thanks to the helmet he was wearing, however, what left behind him was a deep scar on his head. He and his mother managed to get together and they moved to Kielberg. Nevertheless, it was not long until war, again, destroyed the town. The little boy had just finished fishing and on the way home when he was pulled with the people on the street to a safe shelter. Twilight, he quickly ran out to find his mom. Unfortunately, he couldn't make it on time, he had lost everything, his friends and father (we don't talk about him), and now, his mother...

The reason I didn't call his parents as "mom" and "dad", instead, I refer them "mother" and "father", because I think it was more formal and more acceptable to call like those. And I think calling "mom" and "dad" sounds a bit childish and we are not even related

His mother's death had left him a big scar on his mind, and that obsession still appeared again in his dreams, make him severly traumatized (like developing thanatophobia- the fear of losing someone you love and traumatophobia- the fear of battle or war, though I don't think Twilight is afraid of battle because he had done so many missions that involved in battling someone or a gang of bad guys, but I'm not sure about the war case). Everyone was all gone, no one else to be right by his side, and the chaos of war was surrounding him. Twilight being abandoned had to survive through this disaster.

The junior Twilight lost everything he cherished in life, father, mother, friends, dreams, everthing was all gone by the tsunami of war. All remained in his mind was the hatred, revenge towards Ostanian army, the Ostanian and Ostania. Twilight decided to lie his age to join Westalian army with his fake identity Roland Spoofy. From then on, Twilight started to join the fight and the war between Westalis and Ostania by using and mastering the skills of a natural adviser on the gory battlefield.

At present~

After a long while, with outstanding achievements on battlefields, Twilight became the Number One candidate, and was chosen for the Intelligence Organization Westalis W.I.S.E (Westalian Intelligence Services' Eastern-Focused Division). Officially worked for W.I.S.E, on the behalf of a spy whose codename is Twilight. Twilight's spy reputation spreads increasingly, attract the attentions of many dark organisation in and out of Westalis, especially the Intelligence Orgaisation National Security of Ostania S.S.S.

Now as far as we know about Twilight, his lastest mission was completed successfully. However, after that, he was given another mission to approach Donovan Desmond, an important target of the operation protecting peace of W.I.S.E, Operation Strix (read Spy x Family manga chapter 1 or watch Spy x Family anime episode 1).

The request is to form a fake family at the city Berlint and get close to the Eden Academy, where Donovan's son is studying. Twilight also has a new identity, a psychiatrist Loid Forger with a "wife" who passed away 2 years ago (Anya helped him faking that) and currently taking care of the child all by himself (well it was true in episode 1, but then everything changed in episode 2). So Twilight started to find new members for his family, and accidentally met an orphan girl named Anya and a "hot"/beautiful woman named Yor Briar. Unfortunately, what he didn't expect is those 2 real identity. His adopted daughter is a laboratory "animal"(human) coded 007 with telepathy abilities, and his wife is an expert assassin working for the Garden Organisation from the east.

All 3 of them are covering their important secrets, and only Anya knows clearly her parents' identity with her special ability. How will these people's life turn out? And how long will they be able to keep their own secret? All will be answered in the next episodes of Spy x Family... or you can read the manga :))))

Credits from videos:(remember, they are Vietnamese)

HỒ SƠ ĐIỆP VIÊN: TWILIGHT - LÝ LỊCH & NHIỆM VỤ 『SPY x FAMILY』 (AGENT FILE: TWILIGHT - BACKGROUND & MISSION 『SPY x FAMILY』)(Anime Rewind): from start to 6:29

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Anime SPY×FAMILY: Những Sự Thật Thú Vị Siêu Điệp Viên Twilight Người Hùng Của Tổ Chức Wise (Anime SPY×FAMILY: Interesting Truth of Super Agent Twilight the Hero of Wise Organization)(2D Tộc Anime): from start to 1:28

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