#sxf ficlet

[tare-anime]

Yor flicks her stilettos to remove the blood.

She sweeps her eyes around the messy room. Confirming that no survivor lasts, she releases the tension on her shoulders.

She rips open her mask and wigs and finally takes a look at the one remaining man still standing.

His blue eyes shimmer with recognition.

"Yor."

She tenses her jaw muscles. "Loid."

She notices the tense muscle in his body but his hand that holds the gun remains lax.

"What are you doing here?"

He sounds calm.

Too calm.

Yor narrows her eyes. "Doing my mission."

"To kill me?"

She turns to face him completely. "I'm an assassin."

His eyes widen for a split second and then harden. "I see."

She takes one step closer.

"But I am also a wife."

Another step.

"And a mother."

She can see him gulp.

She takes another step.

"My daughter is anxious and sad."

Another step.

"As her mother, it is my responsibility to do whatever I can, to stop her uneasiness."

She stands just shy away from his reach and looks directly at those two blue eyes.

The usual calm eyes that are currently storming with emotions.

He faintly says, "I'm a fake."

There's a tremble at the end of the sentence.

"This and that. You can't do that if you're fake."

"I lie."

"Aren't we all?"

His eyes start to glisten.

"That's why. Let me be by your side."

She asks, "Come closer."

And he takes that one step.

She lifts up her hand and gently swipes away the stray tears on his cheek.

"Haven't I told you to rely on me a little?"

She gently lays her head on his shoulder.

"For tonight and tomorrow too. Let me protect you."

His arms encircle her torso.

And his body trembles.

Yor gently caresses the nape of his neck and whispers, "Let's go home."

He nods.

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Based on the MV of anime season 2 ending, that I'm still obsessed over.

This art is perfect.

AO3

#spy x family #yor forger #loid forger #twiyor #slight hurt/ comfort #post reveal #sxf ficlet #sxf drabbles #sxf fic

[rlbbackup]

The Phone Never Rang || SxF Drabble

Another drabble I wrote some time ago. The lovely @ahenix gave me this prompt. Thank you, dear!

Trigger Warning: Mild Panic, Anxiety

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Knock knock knock

The loud banging on the door reverberated throughout the small apartment, momentarily drowning out the crack of thunder outside and the whimpers of the two youngest occupants of the three-bedroom space. Anya and Bond were curled up in the former’s closet, shivering with fear at the storm and knocking at the door. 

Even after 6 years of being a Forger, they were still afraid of these terrible storms. Especially when alone. 

Anya stretched her telepathy, trying to figure out who was at the door. Uncle Scruffy had a key, Yuri never came by, and the neighbors probably wouldn’t bother with the Forger’s home unless there was an emergency.

‘...Did she make it home?’ A thought filtered through her mind that was not her own. It was close enough to probably be the one outside the door. ‘She made it onto the bus, so unless she had somewhere else to go…'

Slowly, almost too slowly, she realized who the voice belonged to. Jumping to her feet and screeching in fear as another crash of thunder echoed in the apartment, she ran towards the front door. Her sock-clad feet slid slightly on the cleaned wooden floor in her race towards the person on the other side of the door. 

"Anya?" A masculine voice called, worried and strained. "Anya, is that you?"

In lieu of any verbal answer, she threw open the bolt, yanked open the door, and jumped into the boy's arms. Her friend stumbled back, his wet leather-clad arms wrapped around her shivering form, holding her securely as he regained his balance.

"Ken," she mewed pitifully, burying her face in his neck. 

"I know, Starlight," he whispered comfortingly. "You're safe. I got you."

"The phone never rang… the power cut as soon as I got home…" she sniffed. "I don't -don't know if ChiChi and HaHa are okay;"

"Sh…sh…" he cooed, maneuvering so both of them could enter the apartment and shut the door. It wasn't the first time he had been in the apartment, nor the first time that they were alone. The Forgers trusted Ken and he would never do anything to destroy that. "I'm sure they are fine and are waiting for the storm to lighten up before trying to make their way home. We will all get through this, okay? Can you breathe with me, Anya?"

She nodded urgently and he guided her through a breathing exercise slowly and carefully. Very soon she was no longer panicking, though the storm still made her tense. 

"Where is Bond?" Ken asked gently once she was calmer. "Let's build a pillow fort for all three of us to stay in until your parents get home. Does that sound okay?"

Anya sniffed, rubbing her nose. "He's in my room," her answer was slightly stilted. "O-okay. Can you get the chairs? I-I'll get Bond and the blankets."

"Of course, Starlight."

When Twilight and Yor finally managed to get home a few hours later, they found the three occupants curled up into each other asleep inside the makeshift fort.

#SxF Ficlet #Spy x Family #Anya Forger #SxF Ken #Anya/Ken #Kinda? #Bond Forger #Anxiety tw #panic attack tw

[agentpenguinmann]

This silly little thing was inspired by @foxtamer113 and the fact that the only piece of information available on Twilight is the colour of his underwear.

Twilight is assigned yet another high stakes mission. The risk of being found out is extremely high. For that reason he goes all out on protecting his spy identity, analyzing at least a thousand possible outcomes. As a part of his plan, he's captured by the enemy. They interrogate him, but of course he denies every accusation, coming up with a ton of lies on a whim. They still aren't buying it. That's when Twilight decides that it's time to use his trump card. He convinces those who captured him that he needs to use the restroom. They cave in, but don't let him go by himself, of course. A couple of seconds after the door to the bathroom closes those who are outside hear a loud gasp, followed by: "GUYS, HE ISN'T THE ONE!!!! IT SAYS ON TWILIGHT'S PROFILE THAT HE WEARS BLACK BOXERS!!!!! THIS FREAK IS WEARING RED LACED THONGS!!"

#mission accomplished #and that's another for Twilight #sorry not sorry #my brain is like that sometimes i can't do anything about it XD #spy x family #sxf twilight #ficlet #crack

[insomnikat-mused]

Obsession. Character study. Art.

for Feedback Fest 2024 I went through my bookmarks and managed to choose 10 completed fics + 1 I am avidly subscribed to. Some are novel-length. Some are ficlets. Some are fluff and funny and others are the most exquisite angst I have ever read.

All have an undercurrent of one or all of the themes above.

In no particular order (because Tumblr acts funny when I try to move them) and color-coded by medium for convenience:

Astarion's No Good Terrible Day by Qoboe. Tav x Astarion (BG3). Astarion keeps living the same day at the goblin camp, and Tav dies every time.

Seasons by StinglessWasp. GhostSoap (CoDIII). Four seasons, five countries, six months.

those hands were meant to love by Ahenix. TwiYor (SxF). Five times Loid Forger uses his hands to express love, and the one time he receives love through touch.

keepsakes hold power by dustandstatic. ThanZag (Hades). God's keepsakes and blessings change zagreus' appearance and behavior during an escape. Thanatos takes notice.

Things More Initimate by icarus_chained. Steve x Natasha (MCU Avengers). He'd asked her if he could draw her. She'd teased, wondering at the kind of drawings he meant. In the end … in all innocence, maybe he'd drawn something more intimate still.

i found my heart in your chest by snickiebear. KakaSaku (Naruto). Here’s the thing about loneliness: it eats you whole.

a knife in the country by cicak. Agnes x Rios (Picard). Agnes can't even begin to state the nature of her psychiatric emergency.

Conquest by ProlixInSpace. Shakarian (ME3). She doesn’t resent it exactly, but it’s just very hard to be comfortable in the presence of a 15-foot bronze replica of yourself. (She wonders often which of them has more metal parts.)

The Space Between by theSealby. Sylvix (FE3H). Felix keeps noticing a man in a museum.

must be this tall to ride by viperbranium. Stucky (MCU Avengers). Or how Bucky should probably pay more attention to the people around him before talking obscenities about a National Icon.

I Look To You to See the Truth by BitchBot3000. NejiHina (Naruto). Post-war, Hinata's life takes a different path and Neji is given the chance to dream.

#ifd2024 #feedback fest #multifandom #fanfiction recommendation #fanfic rec #tav x astarion #ghostsoap #twiyor #thanzag #capwidow #kakasaku #st picard #shakarian #sylvix #stucky #nejihina #ao3 fanfic

[fijiwater33]

Gonna expand some of my SxF headcanon posts into ficlets soon. Currently working on the Damianya sport rivalry as a series because I love that headcanon.

Also if anyone has a prompt they want me to write with send it my way, and I’ll give it a shot!

#spy x family #spy x family manga #spy x family headcanons #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #damian desmond #fic prompt #twiyor #damianya #yuri briar #fiona frost #sxf chloe #sylvia sherwood #don’t let the tagged characters limit who you want to request about

[harleyquilts-fanfic]

Fanfic Masterlist (2019 - Now)

So it has been waaayyy too long since I updated the last list, and since I have written a lot more works since then and have generally improved in various ways, (I think...), I thought I'd create a second list! (No series has been abandoned, I am simply slow and distracted).

Series:

[TG] The Fire That Burns Us All: An Au in which, instead of being taken in by Touka and Yoshimura, Kaneki is instead adopted into the CCG. In a world where Touka and Kaneki share a divided life, Touka dedicates her life to vengeance. And to satiate her thirst for revenge, she first needs to find the Black Reaper.

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

[TG] Reconciliation: Instead of fighting Arima Kishou, Kaneki decides to escape with Touka, Hinami, and Yomo. But can he really live on, content with the person he has become after all that has happened? With Touka by his side, as well as their friends, maybe he can live on with some semblance of happiness.

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Fanfics:

[TG] A Forgotten Birthday, An Unopened Gift: It's the day after Kaneki is freed from Aogiri and decided to leave Anteiku, leaving both him and Touka lamenting the distance between them.

[DE] Still Calling: Dora is haunted by thoughts of her past after Harry calls her in the middle of the night, just before dawn. She laments what has passed and finds the resolve to continue as she has always done.

[PMMM] The Colour of Love: A small, post-Rebellion fic from the perspective of Homura as she waits for Madoka to arrive at school.

[TG] Control: Kaneki and Touka have some late night fun together... [Warning: explicit smut, 18+]

[TG] Bloodied Lips: A TouKen Vampire Au for @toukenweek, where Kaneki is saved by a mysterious stranger after being attacked by a vampiric being one night.

[SxF] TwiYor ficlets: Restaurant Date | Late Night Bonding

[AnY] Guardian Of My Dreams: The memories of that night still burden Yona, day and night. Even so, she’s never alone when she wakes up. Not anymore.

#fanfic masterlist #my writing

[piracytheorist]

Fanfic writer emoji ask: 🤡 🍦🎯🤗 👀

What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

You know what, I don't actually remember a specific line. I've laughed a lot with my own crack recaps, if that counts XD but I do have an entire short fic I wrote that I was cackling all through writing it, and it's the one about Hope from OUAT growing into a teenager who likes whump. It was written in a bit of spite but I actually poured my own experience into it and I found it so funny! Considering that angst is my main inspiration, I don't get a lot of chances to laugh while writing my things XD

What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

I think the one that has the least amount of angst is that ficlet about Rogers and Tilly (while still cursed) "accidentally" spending Christmas together. I really enjoyed writing that one and getting into the feeling of it :)

Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

I only have two multi-chapters where that would be possible, and though it wasn't something too unexpected, (SPOILERS for Macabre Theme and Variations), I was so excited when I saw people comment they wanted to see Twilight and Yor team up at the end to get the guy!! I was so close to commenting back with a "YES! Read on and you'll see!" but I had to hold back to not spoil it for them, lol.

What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

For starters, write. Just write your heart out. It may be cringe, it may look silly, it may be out of character. Write it. It's your only way to get better. Experience is the first thing that makes a writer grow and become better, so write your shit. You'll be better before you know it.

Something that isn't discussed much but helped me actually finish the aforementioned multi-chapter: write as the flow goes, and if you can't remember a word or aren't sure about a fact and can't find it within a few seconds, write a bunch of question marks (or whatever kind of symbol will help you find it later with control + F) and keep writing. You might end up spending too much time googling what you wanted and you'll lose track and flow otherwise.

Take an estimate of how much time you need to find the information you're seeking. For example, it takes a couple seconds to find how much an African elephant weighs in average. But if you want to find out how to properly take care of an elephant, you might need some long minutes of research. Find the weight, then add your symbols for the second information.

For me, that was a saviour for writing MTaV. I don't think I would have finished it if I hadn't implemented it. Treat the first draft as it is; a first draft, that you will edit later, so let it have holes and questions (to a certain degree, of course). When the long process of editing starts, you can take your time spending long hours researching because the scenes and dialogues are already written with the flow.

Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Hm I actually have one for SxF that I should be finishing up. It's short, sad but with a bit of a feelings ending. One hint I can give is that it has a lot to do with Bond :D

Send me an emoji!

#priscilla9993 #ask and ye shall receive #ask meme

[thepalaceofharuhime]

I want to improve my writing so I'm offering to write oneshots and ficlets for free!

If you want to read a sample of my writing first i have a short fic pinned on my profile.

Some of the fandoms I'll write for:

ATLA (Avatar the last Airbender)

LOK (The Legend of Korra)

SPOP (Shera and the princesses of power)

TOH (The Owl House)

AMP (Amphibia)

IT (Infinty Train)

PJO (Percy Jackson and other RR books)

SVSSS (Scumbag self sacrificing system)

AOT (Attack on Titan)

NGE (Neon genesis Evangelion)

SxF (Spy x Family)

JJK (Jujutsu Kaisen)

VS (Vinland Saga)

YOI (Yuri on ice)

Ghibli

A lot of other Anime, just ask.

I will do modern AUs and crossovers too!

I won't give set rules on things i won't write, rather i will simply judge evry request based on wether i want to do it. This is because i want to step out of my comfort zone a bit. If something I'm asked to write is too messed up (incest, noncon... etcetera) i simply wont write it.

Lastly if anyone has any suggestions on how i could go about this better I'm happy to hear them! <3 Fic-tober might be over but Fic-zember is here to remember!

#fanfiction #my fic #vinland saga #attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #svsss #mxtx svsss #svsss fanfiction #yuri on ice #fanfiction prompts #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #writtingcommunity #pjo hoo toa #toh #toh fanfic #fanfic prompt #send requests #pls pls pls

[nire-the-mithridatist]

do the entire ao3 wrapped i wanna see everything !!!

...fine, since you asked and because I love you. I'm putting it under the cut tho.

How many words have you written this year? more or less 75k. ao3 counts the whole fic word count even though only a few chapters are from this year, so i'm approximating from how much of the priest!fic i wrote this year on lesserfeelings + all my fresh stuff on nire.

How many works did you publish this year? new ones? 12 individual works and 5 ficlets in my vincenzo ficlet collection.

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)? i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) is my darling, my beloved, my blood sweat and tears. i rewrote about one-thirds of it from present tense to past tense. i spent hours ruminating whether i would split it into five acts or just lump it all up (i did split it, but it remains a oneshot). it's not my most popular fic by far but i am most proud of it.

What work of yours has the most hits? that would be a map of every blade at currently 14,549 hits.

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected? answered here. (it's my twiyor fuck or die)

Favorite title you used answered here. (also the fuck or die fic)

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most? rather than song lyrics, i used quotes from the poem underbelly by nicole homer for the title of two fics (and all the chapters in one of those two).

Pairing you wrote the most for this year? twilight (loid forger) and yor forger. gotta love me a pair of canonical fake marrieds with secret identities.

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year? same answer as above!

What work was the quickest to write? answered here.

What work took you the longest to write? finishing the vincenzo priest!fic took me more than half a year, so. definitely that one.

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year? just the one that i know for sure. wait, maybe two. idk.

What’s your longest work of the year? priest!fic was 24k, but about 40% of it was from last year. so... it would be a map of every blade at around 15k.

What’s your shortest work of the year? come (my half of our cy/mh duology) is at 383 words!

What WIP are you taking into next year with you? my sxf pacific rim au.

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag? not beta read. heheheh

Your favorite character to write this year? answered here. (it's loid forger)

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year? yuri forger, because i don't... really... like him... and it's hard to write him in a way that fits the tone of my fics and not caricature-ish.

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year? definitely staying with twiyor! i love me my fake married blorbos

Which work of yours have you reread the most? i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) like just during editing alone... it's also super self-indulgent so... yeah

How many kudos in total did you get this year? UMMMMM. gonna approximate again because some of these kudos i got last year, but ao3 counts them as this year because i finished the fic this year. around 5,700, i think. 5,258 i got on nire and approximately 400-500 on lesserfeelings.

Which work has the most comments? priest!fic, but since part of that was last year, a map of every blade at 145 comment threads.

Did you do any collaborative works this year? yeah fam! you and i wrote a twofer earlier this year!

Did you write any gifts this year? yes but i haven't posted it!

Did you receive any gifts this year? yup! and i treasure them dearly <3

What’s your most common category? F/M.

What do you listen to while writing? answered here. (nothing, except when i need music)

Favorite work you wrote this year? there's one fic i have yet to post because it's for an event, and also: i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) for the same reasons as answer #3, also it's just super-indulgent to my niche interests.

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year? from i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart):

In the end, they decided on a plain ring for Vincenzo to wear on his finger and a delicate band with diamonds all around (“It’s called an eternity band,” Cha Young said, breathless even as a voice in his head) for her to wear on a chain around his neck. The size of the second ring didn’t really matter, but he bought one that she could’ve worn anyway. It was so small. Her hands had been so delicate, and—just like that, with that one small recollection—he mourned her all over again.

“You really should stop doing that,” she said. “It feels like… like rain inside the house.”

Sorry, he thought rather than said. They were still at the store, hence the indoor voice; he was holding the diamond-paved ring for her inspection. It’s just that I would’ve married you.

“We’re living together and you bought us rings. What else would you call that, if not marriage?”

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year? answered here and here!

ao3 wrapped asks

#ask game

[spencer-is-dead]

Alright y’all in light of…my angst addiction I will now be forcing myself to write fluff, so now I’m taking requests for little ficlets on here

So, all you gotta do is ask a prompt, and I’ll just write the stupid thingy. I won’t do smut or x readers (I will never type out the letters y/n in my life) and I’ll only do sxf fics but I will take anything else honestly. If you want your soul crushed or your soul to be healed, I’m your guy

#spy x family #fanfic #sxf #spy x family fic #fluff #the angsties #fic request #send asks

[olkagretcher]

ph masterlist

THE: ACKERGARDEN FICVERSE (sxf version)!! of all of my ocs and worldbuilding. pretty self-indulgent if i say, so tread carefully. i go into a hell lot of worldbuilding and will ramble on about my fic lore.

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⟡—tumblr ficlet aus ⋆⟡

—⋆˙⟡—⋆˙⟡—⋆˙⟡—⋆˙⟡—⋆˙⟡—⋆˙⟡—⋆˙⟡—⋆˙⟡—⋆˙⟡—⋆˙⟡

⟡—purple hyacinth ocs masterlist ⋆⟡

madison sinclair

josie hawkes

zoë darcy-davenport

#ackergarden #purple hyacinth #on going #under construction

[tare-anime]

Loid found a perfect table for a mission. Or so he thought. (AO3)

(Slice of life, comedy, post-reveal)

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For the umpteenth time, Twilight was scolded by the Handler for buying ‘unnecessary’ things for the mission. 

The latest one was of him buying this antique desk from an auction. 

Twilight insisted that this kind of desk, with tremendous amounts of secret buttons and drawers, is a necessary tool for a spy.

Not for hiding important tools or reports. 

No.

Those things are way too important to be kept inside a thing that screams ‘I can keep secrets’.

It can, however, acts as a decoy. 

At that time, Handle scoffed and laughed at his idea of a person being foolish enough to fall for such simple traps.

But his current 'predicament' has proven that Twilight’s hunch is always true. 

Groaning when moving his neck due to an ache at the back of his head, Loid blinks his eyes and takes in his surroundings. 

These goons are so sloppy that they didn't hit him in efficient moves, nor check if their captive was truly out before bringing him to this place.

If his memory serves him right, he is currently being tied up in a chair at the 6th-story building, two blocks away from Berlint Hospital. 

He sees how his four assaulters have enough manpower to drag the desk from his Hospital office. 

How on earth nobody has contacted the police for such a sloppy kidnapping and robbery act from the Hospital is beyond his comprehension. 

Not that he had hoped the police would save him from any kidnapping.

No. 

He has another person reliable for such dire occasions. 

He had hoped the police would come so that he could put a stop to these annoyingly different kinds of poorly executed plans in trying to extract information from Loid Forger regarding his research on new methods of therapy in psychiatry that has been bothering him for the past three days.

A non-existent fraud research Twilight has made up to solidify Loid Forger's activity. 

"Oh look at that…. Finally awake, huh?" One of the leaner goons finally notices him. The man grabs Loid's collar and yanks it closer, "You better start talking if you still want your pretty face intact!" 

Twilight is so bored with such by-the-book threats that he doesn't even want to spend energy in acting scared.

"Talk about what?" 

SLAPS.

What's with this so-called delinquent who cannot even slap properly? 

"Acting stupid won't help you."

Loid sighs tiredly and looks at the three entrapments that they had managed to open. 

Seriously? Only three secrets compartment after 10 minutes? 

"Press the third right leaf at the upper left decoration."

Loid rolls his eyes when two people start poking roughly at each leaf with their chubby fingers. 

Nothing will work obviously. It needs precision to push with slender objects. Such as pencils, which they actually brought together with the desk. 

Loid feels another rough shake at his collar accompanied by angry yells at his face, "STOP LYING!!" 

"I'm not. Try pushing it with the pencils."

They look at one another before one of them picks up the pencil and presses the spot correctly. 

A hidden drawer pops up. 

And it is empty.

SLAPS. 

"Deceptions will only make you suffer!" 

Loid shrugs uninterestedly, "This special desk has so many secret compartments. I can't help it if I forget which one I used."

SLAPS. SLAPS.

"Perhaps if we rattle your brain, it will jog some memory, hmm???"

Loid grimaces at the monotonous method of torturing he has been receiving. 

Fortunately, it will end soon. 

Maybe it won't hurt to entertain these people one last time. So Loid feigns a gasp as he says, "Oh!! Ooohh!!! It's coming!!" 

The confused face in front of him is so adorable. "What is coming?" 

All of a sudden the door to the room is roughly blown from its hinges and slams into two goons, knocking them unconscious.

A second later, the most beautiful woman in her pink coat enters the room calmly and is seen searching the room with her beautiful ruby eyes until she meets his gaze.

Loid smirks proudly. "My wife."

The grip on his collar is released as part of his so-called interrogator's focus shifts toward the arrival of Thorn Princess. "What the…."

Loid notices how his wife's expression darkened when she took in his condition. 

Such a worry wart she can be sometimes. Loid muses lovingly. 

But he has to warn her lest things get too out of control. Thus he tells her, "Kids." 

And almost immediately, he can see Yor swiftly slide back her stilettos inside their respective compartments on her sleeves before charging at the remaining two goons. 

Knocking them unconscious with two swift one-finger pressures at the specific spots each. 

Beautiful. Loid smiles proudly as he easily unties himself from the ropes that bind him, and stands.

"Oh my Goodness, Loid!" Yor immediately came to his side. She turns his head from side to side,  nursing his bruised cheek. 

Loid leans into her touch and cups his own hand on top of hers, "I'm fine, Yor."

"We need to find an ice pack soon. I think I saw a store one block away." 

"Nah, we can do it at home." He casually intertwines their hand and pulls her towards the door. "Did you manage to buy the ingredients for dinner?"

"I did. I left them in front of the stairs. I don't want to ruin them in case things go south." 

Yor then points towards the unconscious goons, "So, did your plan work?" 

Loid glances at the room and shrugs, "I hope so."

"Does the desk help?" 

"Mmmm….. unfortunately, not so much." 

Yor gasps, "Oh dear…. Will the Handler be okay with that?" 

Loid just shrugs. "Anya loves to play with it when she is playing detectives in my office, so it does serve its purposes." 

Yor chuckles at that. "I see."

He then places his arm on her shoulder and leads her out of the place, "Now come on. We should start dinner soon. I'm hungry."

The couple then starts to continue their evening just like any other day.

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I saw this post and discuss it with server moots and thought, yep, Loid would have this.

#spy x family #loid forger #yor forger #twiyor #ficlet #sxf ficlet #comedy #slice of life #post reveal

[rlbbackup]

Baby Shoes || SxF Drabble

Another prompt by the great @somebodylost-chan! Who also challenged me to make this prompt Fluff even if the title doesn't sound like it. I PROMISE this is a fluff drabble!

Note: There are "blink and you'll miss it" spoilers for Oh Your Smile, Briar Rose, and Calling You Mine (the conclusion of the series I've been writing for a while) in this. Enjoy!

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"...and I told Martha that…" Becky droned on, relaying some tale to their table about her weekend doings. In the interim between the start of third grade and middle school, Anya and Becky had amassed more friends, especially after Mrs. Forger joined the faculty as the part-time gym teacher and coach for the girl's volleyball team. The two girls who had been considered too odd by their peers now had more friends, though the two only considered the other their best friend.

And it was nice, Anya would find herself thinking often as she would walk to class with Grace or enjoy art class with Patty, to have more than just one friend to spend her time with. 

There was just one friend that seemed to hold more of the pink-haired girl's attention these days. One that at the merest thought of she found herself drowning in daydreams. 

She often thought it was funny listening to HaHa's thoughts about ChiChi. They were warm and soft, but also could spiral into a million different directions about her father's "beautiful blue eyes" or his "soft but calloused hands" or his knife skills in the kitchen, which is usually when Anya would stop listening. The only time that she hadn't the girl had once again found herself in one of her mother's murder fantasies. Though thankfully, ChiChi hadn't been her mother's mark, though it had still been…an experience. 

But now, as her green eyes gazed across the lunchroom, she found herself thinking about "golden eyes", "I wonder if he’ll grow out his hair this break" and "his leg must be feeling better today" about the object of her staring. 

"...made a sign saying Sale: Unused Baby Shoes."

The odd statement snapped Anya out of her daydreaming and she frowned at Becky, who was staring at her with a twinkle in her brown eyes. "What?"

"Oh! There you are, Anya!" Becky giggled. "Daydreaming about a certain Scion?"

It didn't take mind-reading powers to know which Scion her heiress friend was alluding to. 

Damian Desmond. 

Which was pretty disingenuous, both to Anya and Damian, who had both voiced that while they were not enemies they certainly aren't lovers. And never would be, if Anya had a true say in the matter. (Thank heavens ChiChi hadn't thought about setting up some kind of "bee trap" scheme or whatever it's called, especially after her grades and community service efforts earned her a few more Stellas.) 

No. Anya didn't think about the Target's Second Son that way. 

But… the boy was a Scion. 

Ken Kingston was sitting at one of the tables across the dining room with a few friends from his grade. On days when they didn't study together, lunch was usually a relaxing time with friends. Anya noted with warmth spreading in her chest that since he was smiling brightly that today was a good day for her friend. 

Crush, a voice that sounded distinctly like Becky whispered in the back of her head.

"Earth to Anya!" One of the girls called, some fingers waving before her eyes. 

The pink-haired girl snapped out of her thoughts for the second time and felt her ears warm in embarrassment. She was glad that her hair covered them, hoping that her friend wouldn’t call her out too harshly on her distracted state. 

But the girls around her looked more concerned than teasing and the whisper of their thoughts added to that. Thoughts were harder for her to focus on today.

“Are you alright, Anya-chan?” Becky asked, slipping back into the honorific for the moment, her brown eyes soft and warm with concern while her thoughts swarmed with regret. “I shouldn’t have mentioned Desmond at all. They are on better terms and mentioning him always makes Anya uncomfortable. Come on, Blackbell. You are better than this! Has Yor-Sensei taught you nothing!”

“Yeah. Sorry,” Anya replied, rubbing her temple slightly with a pair of fingers. “It’s just, the new moon starts tomorrow and I’m trying to remember everything that I need to take home tonight.” The half lie slips from her lips. In truth, she had already made a list of what she needed and had even bookmarked the material. The thing was that thinking about studying ultimately got her thinking about Ken and the spiral began from there. She was very glad that Ken had a sports meet today and thus wouldn’t be available to help her study.

New Moon study sessions with Ken were complicated, at least they had become that way very recently.

When she could utilize her telepathy, the soft thrum of Ken’s thoughts usually kept her focused on what they were doing. But the last New Moon study had been so hard with her own thoughts acting as the source of distraction. It had been a bizarre experience and she didn’t wish to relive it anytime soon.

Or at the very least, until she could get this… whatever this was under control. 

The girls, all of whom didn’t know why Anya would have these crazy study sessions around or during the new moon and yet had accepted the oddity as just part of Anya’s charm, blinked before nodding. Soft “oh”s and “that’s right”s echoed around the table as the conversation petered out. The silence hung among them for a moment before the green-eyed telepath spoke up again. “So, were you able to find that dress you were looking for, Becky?”

And just like a drowning man grabbing onto a life vest, her oldest friend latched onto the topic and conversation began anew.

Drowning… Anya thought, wishing that she hadn’t thought of that particular analogy, her gaze shifted over to Ken once more. He was looking her way this time and waved shyly. She returned the gesture, her thoughts lightening. He’s fine. Don’t worry.

#sxf ficlet #Anya Forger #sxf Ken #becky blackbell #rachel's writings

[frankenjoly]

anyway ficlets/drabbles aside it may be like

-sxf kndz (bcs I need to finish that before I'm tempted to make it longer)

-artist/model fyolai

-buddy daddies bramcraft (or sskk from kuni's pov/kndz from atsushi's or more kitten jono suegiku)

#rambling #about writing #i dunno when but they'll be #i dunno when but knowing me it can be kinda fast alksjdf

[musiciati]

SxF Short Story: It's All an Act

It's All an Act (not angst)

The repetitious drone of a clock ticking, along with the rays of light peaking through the blinds, cast a hazy cocoon of peace into the small room. Nestled quietly, between the cups of coffee and strewn papers lies an exhausted man taking a much-needed nap. One could say that the man was taking a break from entertaining his daughter all day, others could say it was from the extra work he's been doing, but whatever the case may be, it was enough to make Westalia's best spy exhausted. Alas, fate had other plans, because the stillness of the room was suddenly disturbed by the frantic flurry of a dark hair woman rushing in and waking up the poor exhausted soul.

Rushing around the table, Yor shakes the man abruptly, but not enough to not dislocate his shoulder, but enough to wake him from his slumber.

"Loid! Loid! Get up you need to wake up!" she urgently says while rummaging through her bag.

"Yor?! When did you get here?" he stifles a yawn as he hastily goes to slide the papers away.

"Just a couple of minutes ago. Alright, which one?" she asks as she holds up an orange button-up in one hand and a grey button-up in the other.

Taking a drink of water, he eyes the choices before pointing towards the grey shirt and grabs the offered clothing as he finishes his drink.

In unison, both end up going to opposite sides of the room, one to change his shirt, while the other heads to the hanging mirror to finish her makeup.

"We're going to be late," he says as he fixes his shirt and turns around to look for the comb.

"Here, take this," she says as she holds up a comb from the mirror.

Taking large strides to meet her, in unison, the two share the cramped mirror as they finish getting ready.

"Yor do you mind moving just a little to the side?" Loid asks as he tries to get the pomade worked into his hair.

"Just wait, I'm trying to finish this last little bit then I'll be done," she answers back, combing a wand through her eyelashes.

"You could have done this before you woke me up you know," he answers back in a huff.

"Look I'm done...I'm done...I'm- just the lipstick." she mutters.

Loid meanwhile is still trying to fix the stubborn piece of hair when Yor turns to look at him with a sigh.

"Wait, that's not it, look me, I'll fix it." Loid turns to her as she goes to fix the sides of his hair sticking out.

Looking to the side at the clock, Loid anxiously waits, "Is it good now? We need to leave soon."

"It's good, it's good, just let me get our coats." she muses at her handiwork before going to grab their coats.

In her haste to throw Loid his coat, her earring gets caught on his coat pin and in seconds a bewildered Loid struggles to untangle the mess as a panicked Yor tries to stay still.

"Ow Loid, stop pulling, just-"

"I'm working on it, stop moving-okay there."

With a sigh of relief, both take a look at each other.

The two buttons hang open on Loid's shirt and the necklace Yor wore was crooked. Simultaneously, Yor goes to button Loid's shirt, while the other goes to straighten the necklace.

Once satisfied with their appearances, they head for the coatracks and put on their jackets. The duo starts to head out of the door when Loid remembers something, and turning around he hands Frankie a suspiciously large amount of money for a babysitter and pointedly looks at him.

"Anya is taking her nap in 30 minutes, take her and Bond to the park, and if we're not back before 6, there's food ready in the oven. We'll be back after we meet with the teachers okay?" Loid takes a long look at Frankie's agape stare and only nods after seeing that Frankie understood.

Turning back around, he joins Yor at the door, waves goodbye to Frankie and Bond before closing the door in a rush.

"What did I just witness? Was this all supposed to be some kind of lovey-dovey act to spite me? I'm so confused?" Frankie says in disbelief as he looks at Bond. In response, Bond just huffs a whine and places a paw onto Frankie's leg, as if to say, "You and me both."

Thanks for reading! I had this idea after watching too many dramas and needed to get this out. This is also posted on sxf Ao3.

#sxf #spy xfamily #short story #ficlet #loid x yor #loid forger #yor forger #ivebeenwatchintoomanydramas #fluff #domestic love #brainrot

[lacrow]

SXF Collaboration Story

@nonokoko13 , @sxfobsessed , @nagy-bari

First off I’d like to apologize. Under my insane direction, this little ficlet has turned into a 12k behemoth. Therefore I will be positing it in two parts (and also linking to ao3 since I threw it in with my one-shot collection). I’ll add the link to Part II when it’s edit/posted. Thank you to everyone who helped come up with this idea, it was a lot of fun to write!

Title: Cabernet Makes Her Clothes Fall Off

Rating: T

Part I: ao3

Part II: tumblr, ao3

Parties Involved: Loid Forger, Yor-Briar Forger, Anya Forger, Bond, Franky, Yuri Briar, Becky Blackbell, Camilla, Dominic, Millie, Sharon Mission Objective(s): host a dinner party for friends and acquaintances, [INCOMPLETE] Reporting Status: [IN-PROGRESS] ADDENDUM 1 [NIGHTFALL]: After careful review of last night's mission report, it has come to my attention that Twilight's conduct has been highly inappropriate for that of a WISE agent. I recommend personnel changes be made for the ensured success of Operation Strix. ADDENDUM 2 [TWILIGHT]: Sorry, I forgot to save you leftovers. ADDENDUM 3 [NIGHTFALL]: That's not what I meant, and you know it. ADDENDUM 4 [HANDLER]: He's married. Also, thank you for the leftovers, they were delicious.

Part I

A cacophony of sounds emanated from the Forger house as Yor frantically tried to get things ready for what was sure to be a total disaster.

In just a few hours, guests would be arriving for an impromptu dinner party that she had no right organizing in the first place. It wasn't her call to make, not without consulting her husband first, but...she went and opened her big mouth anyway. Now she was suffering the consequences for it, and not just her, either. Yor looked up through the window above the kitchen sink as she desperately went about getting things ready for the evening's festivities. Loid and Anya stood by the door as they started to put their coats on. The latter had her school backpack on, though in lieu of books and pencils it was instead filled with a change of clothes and some toys.

"I'll be back soon to help set up," Loid called out to her. He went to gather his hat and gloves. "I already called the Blackbells' nanny and told them I can't stay long."

"Ok," Yor replied meekly. Half of her wanted to tell him not to rush. The other half desperately wished to ask the opposite of him. "Please be careful you two."

"Bye mama!" Anya looked over at Yor as Bond came up to sniff her goodbye. "Have fun with your party tonight!"

The Forger matriarch couldn't help but to frown. "You do the same at your friend Becky's...do everything her parents tell you, okay?"

"I will!" Anya replied back. She smiled brightly in anticipation at her upcoming sleepover, though it waned the longer she stared up at her mama.

Yor had no way of knowing her daughter was reading her mind. If she did, it wouldn't have made her feel as guilty when Anya suddenly ran around the corner and wrapped her arms around her leg in a tight embrace. That wasn't to say she didn't appreciate the gesture; if anything she desperately needed it at the moment. It's just that she assumed Anya's hug was less out of fondness and more out of pity, though in the end she accepted it all the same. Yor knelt down and pulled Anya in close as Loid waited by the door with a well-hidden smirk on his face.

"Love you," Anya smiled encouragingly, eyes closed in content.

"I love you, too," Yor teared up a little. She squeezed her daughter tight. "I'll see you tomorrow."

They held each other for a moment. Though she didn't want it to end, Yor ended up being the first to let go. She smiled at Anya before the little girl waved and skipped off towards the door. Already turning the knob to leave, Loid let their daughter out first before turning to his wife. He said nothing, but gave a small, comforting smile to her before exiting. She nodded as a silent thanks before watching him leave, and it soon became just her and Bond. The Forger hound sat there with his tail wagging, and he looked up at Yor with an expectant look on his face.

Yor glanced down at the dog and sighed. "Well, Bond...time to get back to work."

Bond said nothing back, as was to be expected.

/*\

"You're joking, right? Not even a housewarming party?"

A familiar face; the deadpan look of an unimpressed Camilla, though to Yor she seemed just as pleasant as ever. If only the poor girl knew what every other woman working at city hall knew, which was that Camilla loathed her with a(n admittedly waning) passion. No one had the heart to say anything though, which was mostly why they stayed silent as Yor revealed to them that she and Loid had never had a get-together at their house before. Individual people, of course, but never more than one person at a time.

"Er, well...no?" Yor's lips squiggled. Was that a bad thing?

"Really, Yor, you're hopeless!" Camilla shook her head, exasperated. "Don't you and your husband have any friends?"

Yor blinked. "Well, of course we do. You, for starters."

Camilla's jaw dropped as the other women snickered behind her. Yor continued. "And I suppose that includes Dominic, as well? Also Loid's friend Franky, and his co-worker Fiona, and-"

"-Alright, alright, I get it!" the blonde woman grumbled, waving Yor off. "Fine, you have friends. So why then haven't you hosted before?"

Yor frowned a little. She knew why; it was because Loid was always tired and she was terrible in the kitchen. If there was going to be party then he would have to do the cooking, and Yor didn't have the heart to ask that of him. Not when he had so much on his plate already (pun unintended). Still, Yor could see where Camilla was coming from. She had been nice enough to invite her over to a get-together at her house, while Loid and herself had never shown the same courtesy back. It was rude, and not to mention suspicious.

Couples invited people over for dinner, right? So then, what would people think if she and Loid never did?

The more Yor thought about it, the more she realized her attempts at playing house were falling short again. Yor looked up at Camilla, Millie, and Sharon, and all of a sudden she felt self-conscious. They seemed to be waiting for an answer that Yor couldn't give them, or at the very least one she refused to share; that her marriage was a sham and she didn't know the first thing about entertaining guests. It was the truth, but they weren't meant to know that. All Yor could do was think about what her husband would do in her situation. What would Loid's response be?

He'd make it happen. One way or another, he'd pull through like he always did.

"W-well," Yor stammered. She flinched a little. "Why don't you all come over this Saturday?"

The other women paused, most of all Camilla. The three of them threw glances at one another, suddenly finding the spotlight reversed on them. They seemed to have a wordless conversation amongst themselves, while at the same time Yor kicked herself for opening the door to her home like that without talking to Loid first. He liked his privacy just as much as she did, and the weekend was one of the few times he got to relax (and even then it wasn't guaranteed). Yor's head started to slowly spiral; what if he got called into work, or she suddenly had to take a contract-killing job on short notice? This was a bad idea. She had to rescind her offer, and fast-!

"-Do you want us to bring anything...?" Camilla asked reluctantly. It almost looked like it pained her to say it out loud, mostly because it did.

Yor froze. The worst case scenario had come to pass, even more so because she had brought it upon herself. She stood there as three pairs of eyes stared at her once more, only there was no going back this time. The window of opportunity for backing out had already passed, and the only thing Yor could do was try her best to swallow the quickly growing lump in her throat.

"...N-no," Yor shook her head. She gulped. "...My husband and I will cook something for dinner..."

/*\

"I'm a horrible wife," Yor lamented as she straightened out her white polka dot dress. "I never should have agreed to this. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine, Yor," Loid eased. He closed the oven door and threw his mitt onto the stove top. He turned towards her. "There's no reason to beat yourself up."

Yor frowned. Loid sighed. They both looked to the clock on the wall next to them and immediately came to the same conclusion; their guests were fashionably late. A quarter past six and no one had shown up yet, but that ended up being more of blessing than anything else. Loid had gotten held up at the Blackbells' a little longer than expected, and Yor had only just barely finished cleaning by the time he made it home. She at least had it to where all he needed to do was fix up the casserole for later; the rest of their home, from the living room to the bathroom, was immaculately spotless.

"So remind me again who all is coming?" Loid asked uncomfortably as he looked back to the kitchen. He was fairly certain there was enough food, but...

"Well..." Yor thought for a moment. "The girls, so, Camilla, Millie, and Sharon. Dominic as well, and he of course told my brother so Yuri's coming, too. And also Fiona-?"

Loid shook his head. "She won't be coming. Something came up at work and she won't be able to make it."

Some hostage situation at the embassy, last he heard. Nothing Nightfall couldn't handle, though it'd certainly take her the whole night to sort through it all. Tragedy aside, it at least worked in favor of Loid's dinner planning. Along with some easy-to-make finger foods, there would be more than enough to keep everyone satisfied. On top of that, they'd rearranged the furniture in the living room to open it up a bit more. They had also moved the dining room table up against the wall, and Loid even got a hold of a couple breakfast nook chairs (courtesy of WISE) for the counter at the kitchen window.

This little shindig of theirs was turning into quite the gathering. Loid smiled a bit at the thought, even as Yor continued to look up at him in dismay. He had half a mind to reassure her some more, but knew it would only fall on deaf ears. Instead, he took it upon himself to leave her for a moment to go digging in the pantry. He fished out one of the cheap bottles of wine they'd gotten for the evening's festivities. Yor immediately held her hand up to protest, though karma had come full circle to spite her. She didn't listen to Loid. Therefore, neither would he listen to her.

A moment later and he arrived with a glass in his hand, filled halfway with blood-red courage. "Everything will be fine."

"I know..." Yor replied weakly as she took the wine glass from her husband. "...I just feel guilty for dragging you along with all this."

"Hey, we're a team," Loid reassured her. He smiled again, and Yor's face became flushed. "You just focus on enjoying yourself, and I promise it'll all work out."

For what felt like the first time that night, Yor gave a smile back. A small one, of course, since she still had a million things running through her head, but at the very least she gave Loid the response he was looking for. Yor closed her eyes and took a sip and, as if her husband had been right all along, there came a knock at the door immediately after. Yor paused; she quickly tried to swallow her wine in order to answer it properly, though Loid was already opening the door by the time she had composed herself.

They both figured it must have been Yuri (since he was usually quite punctual), but Loid's face fell flat as someone else came into view. "I hope I'm not late!"

Shaggy hair. Scraggly chin. A stature half that of Loid's; the man glowered. "Franky, what the hell are you doing here?"

"I'm here for the party, of course!" Franky gave a stupid grin as he held up another bottle of wine. "I didn't get the invitation, but I figured you must've forgot!"

"...Right, of course," Loid's eyes narrowed. He continued to glare while Franky grinned. "Must have slipped my mind..."

Stiffly, Loid stepped back to allow his friend entry. He looked to Yor as Franky shuffled in, and he shuddered to think what an unaccounted for guest would mean for her party. Surprisingly, his wife seemed pleased at Franky's presence. She set her glass down and gave him a proper greeting, to which Franky did the same. He placed the bottle of wine on the counter after shedding his coat, and immediately made a b-line for the bathroom. The door shut behind him as he made his pit stop, leaving both Forgers alone again for a moment.

"I'm glad Franky could make it!" Yor smiled.

"Likewise," Loid added flatly. He shook his head in dismay.

"Next time I'll be sure to remind you to invite him," she added while grabbing his arm.

Loid relented with a smile to his wife, though the inside of his head was working overtime trying to sort through possible scenarios for the evening. It's not entirely that he didn't want Franky there (part of him truly didn't), but the less he mixed up Twilight's affairs with Loid Forger's the better. Not even taking into account just what a bad idea inviting an SSS agent into his home was, having Franky and Fiona there would have thrown a whole headache of problems into the equation. Nightfall could have handled herself well enough, but Franky...

He prayed to whatever god above that the little fool could behave himself. Just for one night.

All Loid could do was have a little faith, though that wasn't really his M.O. He'd try not to worry in the meantime, but would continue to keep an eye on Franky for the rest of the night. He eased up on the guy once he emerged out the bathroom and approached him and Yor for pleasant conversation; his initial terseness passed, and the three of them actually got on well enough for a time. For how long, specifically, Loid couldn't say. Before any of them knew it, there came another knock at the door. This time Yor was the one to answer.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, Yor!" an impassioned voice cut through their home, and Loid knew right away it was Yuri. "I got held up at work and missed my train!"

"That's okay, Yuri, so is everyone else!" Yor smiled, and Loid did, too. She was letting the guest situation roll of her shoulders, which was good.

There was a shuffle at the door as both Briars came inside. Yor took her brother's hat and coat, and he smiled pleasantly at her in silent thanks. The moment his head swiveled in Loid's direction, however, that pleasantness quickly took a nosedive. Yor was none the wiser, of course, though Loid was more than aware of his brother-in-law's killer vibe. He smiled.

"It's good to see you again, Yuri!" Loid chimed politely. His smile grew as Yuri's turned even more.

"Loi-Loi," Yuri bowed his head stiffly in acknowledgement. Beside him, Franky cracked up at his friend's stupid nickname.

Yuri's eyes fixed on Loid and Yor's other guest. Likewise, Franky looked to Yuri. This was the first time either had met each other properly, though Franky was more than familiar with Yor's brother and his position as an SSS agent. Admittedly, it was a bit unnerving for Franky to be in his presence, especially with that...weird look he stared at him with. Loid had warned him about it multiple times; the dude was nuts about his sister. Him being friends with Loid probably didn't lend him any favors, so his opinion of him probably was at rock bottom at the moment.

Nowhere to go but up from there, right? "Hiya! The name's Franky, nice to meet you!"

Franky held his hand out to shake. Yuri glanced at it before looking back up. He offered no hand of his own.

"Yuri! Don't be rude!" Yor chastised her brother from behind. He cringed and glanced at her over his shoulder. "Franky's my friend, too!"

The Briar boy turned back around to find two smug smiles waiting for him; an obvious one from Franky, and a thinly-veiled one from Loid. Whether he noticed them or not, Yuri made no comment. He simply shook Franky's hand (reluctantly) and offered a halfhearted hello in reply. The two promptly separated and went their separate ways. Franky followed Loid into the kitchen while Yor stayed behind to talk more with her brother, and both groups kept up conversation for a time until another knock came at the door.

Camilla and Dominic. The pair entered, both carrying offerings for the party; a tray of enticing appetizers and another bottle of wine, respectively. The couple were met with multiple greetings and they offered their own before splitting up almost immediately. Loid showed Camilla into the kitchen while Dominic stayed behind to talk with Yuri. Franky joined everyone else in the living room, seeing as how there wasn't a lot of room in that tiny kitchen for three people. Besides, Loid didn't trust him in there, which was fair.

"Thank you for the food, but you really didn't have to go through all the trouble," Loid told Camilla as he dug into the cabinet for plates.

"Well, Dominic insisted we bring something, and it's a recipe I've been meaning to try out for a while now." She stood off to the side to stay out of his way.

"It smells great, can't wait to try it," Loid smiled pleasantly. A moment later and he procured the dinnerware. Camilla offered to take them into the living room for him.

Loid handed the plates off to her. Camilla turned to walk away, but paused as Loid spun around to gather his own appetizers. She shifted uncomfortably as she scanned him up and down; a nice dress shirt, perfectly sleeked hair, muscles, and an air of confidence that most men spent their whole lives pretending to have. Loid Forger had it all, and Camilla couldn't fathom just how in the hell Yor ever bagged such a hot husband in the first place. Seriously, how? It was downright frustrating just how perfect he seemed; the man could cook, raise a daughter, deal with Yor, and still seem nonchalant about everything. If she didn't know any better, Camilla would have said his and Yor's marriage was some kind of front for the mob or something. There was just no way...

"...Babe, you alright?" Dominic's head suddenly popped into the kitchen. "You're spacing."

Camilla jumped out of her skin and nearly dropped the tin, in no small part because she was caught red-handed thinking about Yor's husband. Luckily for her, Dominic didn't come to that conclusion. He smiled and waved her over and, after she shook herself out of it, Camilla followed him obediently towards the living room. The two of them dropped the food off on the dining room table on the way, which was joined by Loid's tin soon after. He stuck around to open some of the wine bottles, and Yor had half a mind to offer him help but ultimately decided against it. He was good at popping corks, and she would have honestly just gotten in the way.

Yuri, Camilla, and Dominic stood off to the side and chatted. Franky kept Yor company until Loid appeared a minute later, and the three of them sat gathered around the coffee table while they waited for the other guests to eventually arrive. So far, so good, Yor thought to herself as she scanned her apartment. Wine glass in hand, she let out a poorly hidden sigh of relief. At that point, Loid smirked. He must have been thinking the same thing she was, at least that's what Yor assumed. He leaned over the table to pat her shoulder comfortingly, and she flinched at his touch (out of habit) before quickly relaxing. Her husband was right; just enjoy the evening, and everything would work out fine.

She nodded to herself and took a sip of wine, and a small smile tugged at her lips soon after.

/*\

Millie and Sharon arrived stag together soon after. With Franky taking up the baton for Fiona, everyone Yor had invited ended up coming. Bond was promptly kenneled in Anya's room (with plenty of food, water, and a bone) and the party was in full swing. 

Loid started to drop off plates in front of people, and he couldn't help but be thankful that Handler had secretly requisitioned him the extra chairs. It was just enough for everyone to have a seat, though he distinctly remembered her shaking her head initially at his request. Not that she wouldn't do it, but more to do with the fact that he was going native, as she had so eloquently put it. A dinner party for his wife's friends? The higher-ups would rip them both a new one if they got wind that Twilight was blowing agency funds again over something stupid.

Regardless, she wrote it off as a business expense for an upcoming mission.

Handler always was a sucker for parties.

Loid just needed to save her some leftovers, which was easy enough. A couple missing appetizers and a suspiciously absent square of casserole were tucked safely away in his fridge for his boss. The spy game could get weird sometimes, and vicarious party attendance was just one of those things that agents did to keep themselves entertained during missions. Usually that involved going out of their way to secretly acquire a bottle from the bar to bring back to a safe house or finding out a way to smuggle out a whole chunk of wedding cake without being seen by the bride and groom. It was a stupid inside joke amongst spies; that being said, Loid was no stranger to it. He fully expected the same from Handler the next time she attended a party for a mission.

"Thank you, Loid!" Yor beamed up at him as he pulled up the chair next to her. All the plates had been delivered, and he held the last one in his hands as he sat down.

"Yes, thanks for cooking. It looks great," Sharon added politely across from them. At her side, Millie echoed the sentiment while trying hard not to eat without everyone else.

Loid nodded and waved off their praise. Meanwhile, Yuri grumbled from his spot against the wall. He of course wasn't about to afford his brother-in-law any good will, though Franky next to him had more than enough for the two of them. He stared down at the food in front of him with big eyes and watering mouth; it was by far the best looking thing he'd seen in a long time. He wasn't necessarily the healthiest eater at home. Mostly his pantry was filled with noodles, cereal, and the occasional box of macaroni. This was a downright feast.

There was only one thing missing, and he almost forgot it before digging in. He hadn't eaten anything all day so he'd abstained up until then, but now was definitely the time for a tall glass of wine. He swung down from his chair and shuffled into the kitchen as the rest of the party cut into their food and carried on in conversation. Nobody paid him any mind, save for one man whose head immediately shot over when he noticed a familiar bob of scruffy hair struggle to uncork another wine bottle. Loid quickly excused himself with no one the wiser.

"No drinking," he stated firmly as he came up behind Franky and lifted the bottle from his hands. The latter spun around incredulously.

"Excuse me?" Franky guffawed. He held his arms out to the side to accentuate just how insulted he was.

"Do you remember what happened the last time you drank at my house?" Loid replied flatly. His voice was hushed. Their conversation needed to be quiet.

Franky considered for a moment. He genuinely gave it some thought before slowly shaking his head. "Er...no?"

Loid pinched the bridge of his nose. "You nearly blew my cover, plus you convinced me to spend thousands of dalc on a castle rental for Anya!"

"Hey, that was your fault for listening to a drunk guy!" Franky shot back, which only caused Loid's eye to twitch in annoyance. "Also, what are you talking about?! Yor's drinking and she's way worse than I am!"

"I can handle my wife. I can't handle both of you," Loid shook his head like a father reprimanding his child.

"She's your fake wife!" Franky whispered back loudly. "I'm your best friend! You're really just going to cut me off like this?"

Loid leaned over his so-called best friend. Their height difference was on full display, and Franky gulped. "This whole party was Yor's idea! It's important to her, and I'm going to make sure it goes off without a hitch. If that means keeping you dry for an evening, then so be it!"

Twilight made a brief reappearance; those cold eyes he was known for were suddenly aimed directly at Franky, and they got his point across loud and clear. With a reluctant nod, Franky agreed to skip the booze. Loid soon eased and nodded back before leaving to return to the other guests. That just left Franky alone by himself with an open wine bottle and a half-full glass on the counter in front of him. He grimaced at the thought of pouring it back into the bottle, a social faux pas if there ever was one. Dumping it certainly wasn't an option, either. Franky was never one to waste a good drink, regardless of the situation.

The newly-sober intelligence agent put his brain to work and came up with a quick solution; if Loid thought so lowly of him at the moment, why not prove him wrong? He was trying to score points with Yor (probably, he really didn't know why Twilight cared in the first place), so maybe if he helped make sure she had a good time then that might make him back off a little. Yeah, that's it! He'd pour the rest of the wine and treat her to a glass, then...well, he'd think of the rest later! His first priority was to make sure Yor was liquored up. Can't have a good party without feeling good, of course!

It all made sense. At least, it did to Franky, anyway.

With a smug grin, he filled the remainder of the glass. The bottle glugged in his hand until there was nothing left, and he promptly disposed of it before carefully curling his fingers around the cabernet meant for Yor. He focused intently on the red liquid as he walked, staring down at it to make sure that none of it came splashing out. Franky narrowed his eyes and suffered full on tunnel vision; for all the years he and Twilight had known each other, also taking into account what a connoisseur the latter was, it was a downright shameful how little Franky knew about handling wine.

Anyone who had ever carried a glass before knew to look forward when they were walking, not down at their hand.

Nobody noticed him at first. He scooted into the open room and crept up while everyone was eating and talking. Yor had her back to the wall, and Loid's was towards him. All the better to surprise the Forgers with a kind gesture, Franky plotted. He let a sneer cut across his face as he arrived and cleared his throat, summoning his hosts' attention.

"Here you go, Yor!" Franky announced obnoxiously. All eyes turned towards him. He lifted his nose haughtily in the air. "I thought you might like a glass of wine-!"

-He suddenly stopped.

Not of his own volition, but because something had caught his foot and sent the rest of him reeling forward. Franky's eyes widened, and he looked down to find he'd tripped over one of Bond's stupid chew toys. He hadn't seen it before. It was too late to do anything about it. Already he was lurching towards Yor and Loid, and even if he caught himself from falling over there was no stopping the overflowing cup in his hands from spilling everywhere. Franky watched, captive, as cabernet rained over the one person Loid had done his damnedest to please that evening.

Yor sat helpless as her white polka dot dress suddenly splattered blood red. Warm liquid stained her and her clothes, and the rest of the party froze for a millisecond as what was happening still registered in their brains. Then, immediately after, Loid jumped up. Yuri and Dominic did so as well, while the women covered their mouths in disbelief. Yor stared down at herself in shock as her brother and husband clamored around her, though it was Dominic that ended up gathering all the available napkins to sop up whatever wine was left puddled around her.

Franky ultimately didn't fall. He caught himself at the last second, though he quickly wished he'd landed flat on his face and passed out from the trauma. At least then he could have been spared from Twilight's wrath; when Westalis' legendary agent quickly ascertained his wife was alright and promptly spun around, Franky could feel his soul being pulled out from his body. And the worst part about all that was, Loid wasn't alone. For the first, terrifying time, both he and Yuri seemed on the same wavelength. The two pierced through him with blood lust in their eyes. An SSS and WISE agent both teaming up to gut him; hell had certainly frozen over, and Franky felt the chill down to his bone.

"...Franky!" Loid menaced. He said nothing more. He didn't have to. The mere mention of his name alone was enough to make the agent quake in fear.

Yuri on the other hand was far more animated, though Dominic was at least on standby to forcibly reel him in. "How dare you spill wine all over my sister you q-tip-headed moron!"

"Hey now, it was an accident!" Dominic reasoned with a pained smile, even as Yuri tried to break free from his grip in order to pummel Franky's face into casserole.

"...H-he's right," Yor piped up reluctantly. Everyone suddenly got quiet and spun around to face her. "It's fine, you two. I'll just...have to rinse off in the shower real quick."

Loid paused. He looked at Yor to find her already standing up. She hid her face with a frown, and immediately Loid's heart sank. With a muted excuse me, she walked past Loid and the other guests on her way to the bathroom. The party watched in silence as she darted into the bathroom. No one made a peep, not until the door closed behind her; at that point, things picked back up exactly where they left off. Yuri went to rip Franky a new one. Dominic did damage control. Camilla and the girls mumbled to each other in hushed tones, and Loid was left standing there in the middle of it all. He stared at the bathroom, disheartened. He wanted to help, but knew there was nothing he could do at the moment besides keep the party going. He had to. For Yor's sake.

With a heavy sigh, he flipped on the switch once more. Back to being Loid Forger, the perfect family man.

With a fake smile and calm demeanor, he went about trying to put everyone at ease. Yuri was by the far the most difficult of the bunch to appease, but after much pandering (and an honest promise to kick Franky's ass later) Yor's brother finally calmed somewhat. He sat far off at the other end of the living room away from everyone else, and once he settled down the rest quickly followed. Conversation slowly picked back up, even more so once the sound of a shower being drawn came from the end of the hall. Yor was getting cleaned up. She'd be back at the party in no time, and the thought was enough to finally get things back in full swing. Franky was still the odd-man out, but Loid didn't care about that. The twerp.

New house rule, Twilight thought to himself as he went back into the kitchen to pour the ladies some more wine. No more WISE agents at social functions.

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