#sxf oneshot

[jomamaofficial]

Laundry and Taxes (Loid Forger x Wife!Reader Angst Oneshot)

A/N: Hello my lovely toes, I am back from my hiding and I bless you with this SpyXFamily fiction. Istg, this anime is so wholesome but it has so much angst potential. It was killing me that no one decided to create some gut-wrenching angst no comfort. So here I am. My asks are open for any requests or just a conversation. I would love to give back to our little community here. Please remember to take care of yourselves, and enjoy :). CW: Minor mentions of hand-guns (because of Anya). Masterlist Word Count: 2204 Summary: In your small found family– with your husband, daughter, and dog– you were content. Content with your normal routine of playing spies with Agent Anya, and setting up the evening coffee and hot cocoa, after your husband came back from his work. Cold War tensions grew yet your small familial unity sustained your peace. But what happens when the war approaches its desired end, when the leaders of Westalis and Ostania finally unite under peace?

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You saw yourself in the pink-haired young girl playing in front of you. Black sunglasses on, with frames too large for her face, you chuckled at the way she rolled around the cosy apartment, hiding behind Bond one moment, hiding behind Pengi the Penguin another. Her hands were raised in front of her face, mimicking a tiny hand gun. 

She was obsessed with spies. 

She wanted to become one when she grew up, “to protect world peace”.  

I guess you two weren’t that different. 

Like mother, like daughter. Although it often haunted you that you were only her second mother. Yes, you were Anya’s ‘Haha’, yes, she told you she loved you. But you still hesitated to accept your role between Anya and her ‘Chichi’, Loid. You felt as though… it wasn’t your place to intervene between the daughter-father combination, often feeling as though your use ended on the day of Eden College’s interview. 

Although you had no right to feel upset over being so… disposable. You couldn’t even perform the basic tasks of a mother and a wife sometimes. 

Cooking? Loid made dinner everyday. 

“It’s not that she doesn’t like your cooking, Y/N. She’s just a picky eater. It’s a terrible habit I failed to acknowledge when she was younger and now, I believe Anya’s just stuck with it”.

Laundry? Loid kindly asked you to stop doing the laundry for his and Anya’s clothing after you mixed up the colours and temperatures. Loid had to wear a pink shirt to work for three days. And poor Anya. She was in tears when she saw her favourite wool-knit sweater, four sizes too small, lying limply amongst the sea of baby pink.

You saw Loid’s face go blank, when you opened the machine, your eyes shut in an internal sigh as your cheeks matched the hue of his shirts. And Anya was just crying as she held onto her sweater. 

From then on, you were gently reminded that Loid had no trouble washing his clothes and Anya’s. 

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. I’ve been doing this for a while now, it’s honestly second nature to me”, he said with a smile. 

Eventually, Anya repurposed her ruined favourite sweater for her little plushies. 

Everyone was happy, yet the colour pink and wool scribed disappointment on your features, a symbol of your failure as the Forger wife and mother. 

Cooking failed, laundry failed. You had basic mathematic skills, you could maybe tackle the taxes? But don't even start about taxes. It was the one thing he never allowed you to touch. Documents were brought in and out of his locked room, swiftly and silently. 

You never felt like the proper wife for Loid Forger. And you never felt like the proper mother for Anya Forger. 

Yet there were times like this, where you could see your reflection in Anya’s innocent game play, where you felt as though you did belong in the Forger household. 

Clad in a black pencil skirt and a white button down Anya ‘borrowed’ from Loid, you revealed your hiding spot from behind the corridor wall, exposing Anya with a loud, “you’ve been caught, Agent Anya!”

Anya turned around slowly, an unexpected smirk on her face. 

“Well well, Agent Haha might have caught anyone else off-gaard. But Haha forgets…” she snickered, pulling out two small plushies from behind her back, “Anya is Agent Anya, the best detetiv in the world!” 

To your surprise, she launched the plushies in your direction, laughing in victory. 

As one plushie hit your arm, you feigned injury, crying out as you slid down the wall. “Oh no! I’ve been struck by the greatest detective in the world! What was my boss thinking of setting me on this mission against the one and only, Agent Anya?” 

Anya laughed and smiled at your declaration of loss, gathering her fellow ‘agents’ to finish the mission. 

“Don’t wovvy Agent Haha, you did well for your forst time! You can onwy get better from now”. 

It had been nearly a year with this bundle of joy and she never failed to make you smile. 

You took Anya’s hand and saluted her. 

“I hope to learn from the best onwards. Please accept my defeat”, you bowed, your lowered eyes stuck in nostalgia. 

Anya was obsessed with spies. You were too. It was a long phase that lasted until your late teens. But one could argue that it still tumbled around your heart, catching you by surprise here and there. 

You wanted to marry a spy when you were younger. It was your only dream. 

Although you were glad that your childhood dream never became true. 

Because spies could never stay. And it was much easier to be the one who left, than to be the one who was left. That was a universal belief, it seemed. 

So you were also glad that Anya had no intentions to marry a spy either. She just wanted to become one, that’s where you two differed. 

You heard the faint jingle of keys as the rapid clock hand approached six. And there he was, your husband, walking through the door with his hands preoccupied with two big, brown paper bags. 

“Chichi!” Anya exclaimed, tearing her hand away from yours to clasp the grey fabric of her Chichi’s trousers. 

“You’re back!” 

Loid was taken aback, weight shifting off-balance. You stood up to free his hands, his eyes silently thanking you. 

He gently shut the door behind him before ruffling his daughter’s hair. 

“Of course I would come back, Anya. A person can’t just disappear out of thin air”. 

“Spies can!” Anya retaliated. 

Loid stared at her. Silent. No apparent emotion in his eyes. 

You couldn’t help but giggle at Loid’s blank face. He never understood spies. Whenever Anya would bring them up, he zoned out: with a nod here and there and a simple response, he always found a way to turn the conversation elsewhere. 

It was how you felt with politics. You never quite understood it, but if someone was passionate about it, you would listen in with a few polite ‘mhms’, and an “interesting!”. But most importantly, you would do whatever you could to direct the conversation elsewhere – it was a trait you shared with your husband. Now who learned from who, that was up for debate. 

“It was in the wast episode of Bondman!” she explained, tugging him towards the living room, where she sat in front of the TV and elaborated on the newest episode. 

Listening to Anya’s adorable voice, you walked into the kitchen, placing the bags on the kitchen aisle. Your body followed the daily routine you had grown to love so much: your hands worked on autopilot, sorting the filter system, pouring the water, adding the coffee beans that were always placed on the bottom shelf of the far-right cupboard. And of course, you could never forget the packets of cocoa powder on the shelf just above, with Anya’s little mug– stained slightly on the inside but white nonetheless, with a band of yellow on the top. And of course, the mandatory bags of tiny marshmallows just beside it, because Anya always wanted a handful of marshmallows on top of her cocoa. It was your normal. A normal you grew to crave so much. 

To love so much.  

“He disappead just wike that, in thin air! Never to be found again by anyone!” 

Loid sighed. 

“If only you could focus on your studies as much as you focus on this show, Anya”. 

You giggled from the kitchen, swiftly sorting the items Loid had bought, cross checking it with the grocery list stuck on the fridge door. The coffee was nearly finished, although you hoped it would filter faster.

“I wonder what Anya will do now that Bondman is finished”, you added as you placed a pitcher of milk, a bowl of a few sugar cubes, and Anya’s mug of hot cocoa on your plain white tray. 

“Will she finally study?” you asked, walking over with your simple white tray, as you did everyday. 

Anya’s eyes widened as she grabbed the tiny mug with her tiny hands, the stars in her eyes still shining as the tiny marshmallows reflected in them. Just like always. 

Loid reached for his mug, a simple white cup with a black band around the top. He reached for the pitcher, the tension in his shoulder dissipating as his wife sat next to him, with her own simple white cup with a coloured band around the top. 

He poured the right amount of milk in your cup and dropped an extra sugar cube in yours, passing a tiny tea spoon to stir. 

This was your normal. But perhaps, it was also his. 

Perhaps, your body also inched closer to his, and perhaps, his hand lingered for a second longer when he passed your coffee. 

“Chichi and Haha are flirting”. 

“No we are not!” you both defended, although her observation was far too frequent to deny internally.

Loid took another sip of his coffee, losing himself in the comfort of the sofa cushions. 

“Your Haha asked you a question, Anya”. 

Anya pouted at her Chichi, unhappy that he redirected the conversation again. 

This was the Forger’s normal. 

So in a year or two, when Anya began to willingly study without Loid’s constant presence, it seemed… different. 

But one could suppose that ‘different’ wasn’t always terrible. 

It was different to hear the deafening silence coat the walls of the Forgers. It was different to see Bond without your pink-haired daughter chasing him around with her ‘spy-gear’ and ‘Silencer gun’. Instead, you saw Bond in front of your daughter’s locked door, where she was silently studying, or silently napping. 

Sometimes she would silently cry, her suppressed sniffles and weeps echoing through the hollow of your mind. 

Your ear would be pressed against her wooden door, with Bond’s empty eyes watching, attempting to decipher her whispers:

“Chichi won’t … if Anya isn’t an Imperial …”. 

“Anya will never … Chichi again if Anya doesn’t …”. 

“Anya can’t … Haha’s coco if Anya doesn’t study”. 

You would look back to Bond, his eyes reflecting the Forger household. It was rumoured that animals knew more than humans sometimes. And how you wished you could know what Bond knew. 

And when the evening shrouded its last ray of light into your shared apartment, the clock ticking to eight, Loid and you still sat together. Although it was different because it only lasted a minute. Because Loid would politely thank you for his coffee and walk away into his room, the milk pitcher left untouched. 

But it became painful when it became normal for your evening snacks to be placed back inside the plastic containers, and stowed away on the top shelf of the far-right cupboard. And every time you opened that cupboard, on the far-right, your chest constricted as three packets of untouched marshmallows stared back at you, lying against the bored packet of cocoa powder. And up in front, you could see that hollow white teacup, collecting dust as the yellow band on top turned sickly. 

Sometimes, you would turn the television on, as you battled the hunger in your heart. Two years ago, you would have to flick through multiple cartoon channels to browse the adult selection. Now, the first channel was always the news, reporting on the decreasing Cold War tensions between Westalis and Ostania. 

“Peace in Unity”–  it flooded the screens and streets of your small little world. 

The message spreaded as the war contained. 

However, the message troubled you heavily. The Westalian and Ostanian governments claimed that there was peace in unity, yet your familial unity starved your peace and fed your tension. 

But the weight finally crushed your troubles when the Forger household was filled with noise once again. 

Your eight-year-old daughter finally left her room to point towards the fridge door. 

It was different, because the noise wasn't the bustling laughter of your daughter’s beautiful giggles. They were gut-wrenching wails that suffocated her throat. Eyes all red and swollen as her running nose dripped down her lips, mixing with her prickles of sorrow, which burnt against her tiny face. 

There was a note with neat cursive printing the sheet in blocks. 

Your dream was to marry a spy when you were younger. But as you grew up, when fiction became an unachievable utopia and horror became the justifiable present, it seemed as though your dream was already fulfilled, three years ago. But this was different. 

Because this dream made your smile too heavy to remain on your gentle face. And the blood that thumped violently behind your eyes, rose your heart just to drop it again. So as your stomach raced, with Loid’s omurice clashing with the constrictions in your abdomen, and chest, this dream was different because you didn’t seem to wake up from it.  

It was much easier to be the spy who left, than to be the wife who was left. Or so you thought, until your blurry eyes stained the last sentence, the ink blending into mush as your hands gave away and dropped the freshly written note from your grasp.

Because in another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you,

Loid Forger Twilight.

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[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Tender Care.

Written for a very lovely, very indulgent anonymous commissioner.

Pairing: Yandere!Yor x Reader (SxF).

Word Count: 2.5k.

TW: Non/Con, AFAB!Reader, Slight Asphyxiation, Overstimulation, Implied Violence, Bad Medical Advice, Oral Sex, Delusional Behavior, and Prolonged Stalking.

[Part Two]

Your first instinct was, unimpressively, to assume that she’d followed you here.

It wasn’t the most brilliant idea that’d ever flashed across your mind, but honestly, what else were you supposed to think? You could count the number of days in the past three months you hadn’t ‘coincidentally’ run into the Forgers on a single hand, and you had to hold the precious few nights you didn’t spend helping Loid cook for his busy family or attempting to tutor Anya or trying to talk your way out of whatever family outing they’d invited you on close – if you could really call Yor showing up on your doorstep with a spare dress and a beaming smile an invitation. You couldn’t seem to get rid of them, so it wasn’t out of the question that you wouldn’t be as safe as you’d hoped in the sanctuary of an opera house two trains and three taxis away from the little apartment complex that’d become your waking nightmare. Even if it was only Yor, rather than all three. Even if she clearly wasn’t paying attention to you, her concentration solely on the man she had pinned to wall, one hand wrapped around his throat and a long, needle-like blade clasped in the other. Even if she couldn’t have known you would’ve gotten lost on your way to your seat, couldn’t have snuck into a place like this in a dress sporting so many strange, crimson stains. Even if nothing you were looking at made any sense, you couldn’t help it.

Your second instinct – when you realized that the man she had pinned to the wall wasn’t breathing, that the strange substance painted across her dress probably had something to do with the blood leaking from his throat, that you could only pray she hadn’t come here for you – was to scream.

You covered your mouth as quickly as you could, but it was too late. Yor snapped in your direction, letting the dead man fall to the ground as she turned to face you. Suddenly, as those prying crimson eyes met yours, the hallway between you and her didn’t feel as long as it had, a moment ago, the threat she presented less psychological and more immediate, more physical. Yor seemed to recover from her bloodlust before you managed to pull yourself out of your shock; her eyes widening as she took a step towards you, then another, tucking her weapon into her belt as she approached you slowly, as if her pace would be what scared you away.

And, to her credit, you didn’t move. It was one thing to dread running into your clingy neighbor in an unused wing of an opera house on the other side of town, another entirely to see that same neighbor strangling a man to death. It was all you could do to remind yourself to breathe, to try and fail to stop yourself from shaking as she came to stand in front of you. There was an airy sigh, a quick shake of her head, then her blood-stained hands came up to cup your face, to tilt your head back and force you to acknowledge her adoring stare, the tentative grin tugging at the corner of her lips – not entirely dissimilar to the expression she wore as she forced you out of your peaceful seclusion.

“What are you doing here, sweetheart?” she asked, in the same gentle tone she used when Anya got into a fight with one of her classmates, when Loid came home with bags under his eyes and only half the energy it would’ve taken to stumble to bed. “I thought you were supposed to be staying home, tonight.”

Did you? You didn’t remember that. Then again, you couldn’t remember much of anything beyond this, beyond the feeling of Yor’s warmth seeping into your cheek, the sight of her looming above you. Had she always been so tall? She couldn’t have been. If it’d always been so clear just how easily she would be able to overpower you, you would’ve moved to the other side of the country the day she and her awful husband moved in.

You didn’t respond, but Yor didn’t seem to care. “It’s alright,” she went on, as if that would be enough to stop your knees from buckling underneath you, as if that would be enough to stop you from running for your life as soon as you remembered how to move your legs. “I’ll have this cleaned up in a few minutes. Then, we can spend the rest of the night together.”

She bowed her head, ducking low enough for her lips to brush against the top of your head and linger there.

She didn’t get a chance to pull away before your legs gave out and the world around you went dark.

~

Yor’s first instinct was, of course, to catch you, smiling as your body went limp and collapsed into her arms.

Her second, rather belatedly, was to remember that she was still very much in the middle of a mission and think that maybe, just maybe, she should stage your little reunion somewhere other than her crime scene.

It helped that her time alone with you was cut short before she could let you distract her, again. For as adorable as she’d found it, your scream had drawn more than a little unwanted attention; she could already hear a rush of footsteps only a few hundred feet away, five or so civilians she didn’t have the clearance to dispose of. With a small frown, a disappointed sigh, she took you into her arms and found somewhere to stow you away – a cramped, forgotten dressing room, left neglected by those responsible for its upkeep. She didn’t bother trying to turn on the lights, relying on her limited sight to find a dust-coated vanity and lean you against a cracked mirror she could only hope wouldn’t cut you. She wouldn’t know what to do with herself if you got hurt because of her carelessness.

Even unconscious, it was clear you were already in distress. Your breathing was uneven, ragged, and she could practically feel your heart beating as she pressed her ear to your chest, even if she was glad to know it was beating at all. She’d let rose-colored joy tinge your greeting, but she now that she thought about it, Yor could remember how shocked you’d looked to see her, how shaken the sight of so much blood had left you. Oh, poor thing. She couldn’t begin to imagine how scared you must’ve been.

She couldn’t begin to imagine how scared you still were. With her head still resting against your chest, she felt you start to stir, shifting underneath her as your own restlessness brought your brief respite to an abrupt end. Your hands – still shaking, much to Yor’s shame – rose to her shoulders, shoving her away gently as you attempted to speak for the first time since you’d run into each other. “P-please, I need—Please, don’t—”

The footsteps were closer, now, a small collection of vaguely masculine voices coming into earshot. Her hand was around your throat in a moment, her palm forced over your mouth in another. You let out a panicked, muffled shriek, and Yor did what she could to hush you, to comfort you. You looked like you could use some comfort, right now.

“I know, I know, it’s scary,” she started, doing her best to keep her voice down, to make sure her hold on your throat wasn’t too tight, that she wasn’t pressing too hard on anything you couldn’t live without. It’d be a shame to accidentally snap your neck, or worse – choke you until you passed out for the second time that day. Even you wouldn’t forgive her for something like that. “Please, try to stay with me. We just have to wait until the commotion dies down, then I can explain what’s going on.”

Her excuses did little to soothe you. Her heart broke as you kicked and struggled, your nails biting into her wrist and thick, warm tears soon flooding down your cheeks. In any other situation, the sight would’ve brought her to hysterics too, but she couldn’t, she had to be strong for you. Catching her with her mark must’ve left you more off-kilter than she’d thought. You weren’t just startled, you were terrified – no, worse than that, you were irrational, past the point of anything Yor could think to say. You were—

You were hysterical.

The phrase rose up from a half-remembered conversation she’d had with Loid weeks ago, after she commented on how cutely your voice shook and wondered aloud if you were always so nervous, if there was anything they would be able to do to help you lower your guard. It was only a passing thought, an ill-advised suggestion, something he’d mumbled about in a state of exhaustion and refused to mention again after a full night’s rest. Pelvic massages, he’d called them, an outdated treatment administered to women experiencing fits of extreme emotion. Often administered without consent, let alone proper documentation.

‘Outdated’, Loid had called it, but he never said ‘ineffective’.

Yor took a deep breath, steeling herself. She tightened her hold on your throat until each shallow breath took every last drop of your concentration. Only when she was sure you didn’t have the oxygen to cry out did she let her palm fall away from your mouth – taking to the space between your thighs, instead. “I’m going to help you,” she whispered, more for herself than for you. “Just… just let me do this for you, please.”

Her voice shook as she found the hem of your dress. Thankfully, your skirt had pooled around your thighs when she set you on the vanity, meaning she’d only just started to blush by the time she’d dragged it up to your waist. She tried to think about how Loid would handle this, about how he would handle you, but nervous static overwhelmed her more rational thoughts the moment her fingertips made contact with your panties, already damp where the fabric pressed against your slit. That was good. A doctor would’ve thought that was good, surely.

Yor couldn’t help but think that it was great – just how quickly you’d gotten wet for her.

She slipped too fingers underneath the thin material, pulling it to the side. In response, you let out a noiseless whine, only identifiably by the slight reverberation of your throat against her palm, and tried to shut your legs, to stop her from helping you. She worked a knee between your legs before they could close completely, forcing your thighs apart and finding your clit with her thumb, eager to prove how useful she could be before you tried to shut her out again. Admittedly, she wasn’t the most experienced caretaker you could’ve had, but she tried to picture the anatomical models she’d seen in Loid’s study, to think of the way she touched herself when she had a excuse to let herself into your apartment, when she was surrounded by things that smelled like you and unable to hold herself back. Slowly, carefully, she started to circle the bundle of nerves with the pad of her thumb, mindful not to hurt you or leave you feeling neglected, unloved.

When you bucked against her, she only held you more securely. Soon, her chin rested on your shoulder, quiet coos and words of comfort falling past her lips as she slid two fingers into your pussy and scissored them apart, savoring how you clenched around her. You weren’t in a relationship (she would’ve noticed if you were, would’ve made sure no one else got close enough to hurt you), and while she wasn’t sure how often you… how often you took care of yourself, it couldn’t have been often enough. All she had to do was curl her fingers, flick her wrist, pay a little attention to your clit, and you were practically melting around her. As your slick began to drip down the inside of your thighs, she added a third digit, and your body stiffened underneath her touch, a pair of hands shooting up and taking hold of her shoulders. You really were adorable, she thought, as your nails bit into her skin. You really did need her.

It took more than a little strength to remember why she was doing this, to keep herself from leaning into your affection and keep her pace steady, her tempo constant. The most self-indulgence she allowed herself was a stolen kiss to the curve of your neck, right above the point where her hand wrapped around your throat, then another to your collarbone, a satisfied hum escaping despite her best efforts when she realized you were wearing the low-cut dress she and Loid had gotten for you, last time you accompanied them on a day-long shopping trip. Still, it wasn’t enough to stop her heart from skipping a beat as you stiffened, as your pulse raced underneath her palm and the walls of your pussy convulsed around her fingers. Your mouth fell open, but she managed to keep any sound you might’ve made silent as she brought you to your first climax; your orgasm gentle, but intense enough for her to draw out for minutes before it ended and left you limp, clearly exhausted. Your eyes flickered up, meeting hers in a wordless plea to stop, but she couldn’t afford to be soft with you, not when your own well-being was at stake. Not when you so clearly needed her help.

Tearing a strip of material from the ringed collar of her dress, she pushed an apologetic kiss into the corner of your lips and fastened the makeshift choker around your neck, tight enough to keep you quiet, tight enough to make sure you’d have that pretty, glassy-eyed look for just a few minutes longer. She couldn’t hear the civilians anymore, but then again, she couldn’t hear much of anything over the sound of her own heart beating in her hears as she kneeled in front of you, her hands keeping your thighs spread open as she buried her face between your thighs, mouth latching onto your dripping pussy as if by instinct. Attempting to think about what was medically necessary, what was best for your health was beyond her, now, as her tongue lapped over your entrance, as she tasted you for the first time and found pure euphoria between your thighs. For all the joy she felt, she wasn’t surprised. She’d always known you’d be the sweetest thing she ever tasted.

Any noise you might’ve made was quickly replaced by the slick noise of sucking, lapping, savoring. It was messy, not as calculated as she wanted to pretend to be or as tender as it had been whenever she imagined your first time together, but Yor’s best traits had always lied with her passion, her brute strength, and it only took seconds for you to let out a breathy, muffled sob of a moan, to grind stiltedly into her mouth as she swallowed down everything you had to give her. This time, she didn’t attempt to pull away, to act like she could let that much distance form between you and her. Loid had called it a treatment, right? No, it wasn’t a question, she was sure – this was supposed to be a treatment.

And, as far as Yor could tell, that meant she’d have to help you until you were completely, entirely, absolutely better.

No matter how many hours it took to cure you, she wouldn’t leave your side until you’d made a full recovery.

#woman loving wednesday #on thursday #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imaginess #yandere oneshot #spy x family #yandere spy x family #spy x family imagines #yandere yor forger #yor forger x reader #yanderecore #yancore #yandere sxf #sxf imagines

[h0estar]

after i read chapter 95, 6 completely made-up and entirely impossible scenarios of what i wish would happen entered my mind and i hurriedly typed them all down in discord in a frenzy oops

my favorite made-up scenario would probably be where for some reason, anya completely forgets about damian and the mission and chooses to dance with juice man (loid) instead. she'll get bullied ofc for wanting to dance with a "servant" or for choosing a "servant" over damian but she doesn't care because at the end of the day, she loves her dad and she's grateful he adopted her. loid becomes even softer for her, and then the two of them have a little father and daughter dance and it's the sweetest thing ever.

and then maybe this could be a hint to her mysterious backstory!

anw, i'm just rambling. scroll along people. let me live with this cute moment as my personal unwritten fanfic in my head for a while :')

#ramble #this could be oneshot material but i cannot write for the life of me #spy x family #spy x family 95 #spy x family spoilers #sxf #anya #loid forger #damianya

[sxf-fics]

Hi hi!!!

So I’m looking for this fic right now, I remember the main plot was that Yor was injured. She tried to cover it up, but Loid discovered it while they attended some type of gala. He touched her dress and she was bleeding. Then they find a nurse’s room and Loid patches her up. It was pre-reveal and completed I believe. It was most likely a one-shot. I remember the plot so clearly but I can’t seem to find the fic.

Thank you so much for this blog! Y’all are super helpful!! <3

Hi! This fic seems to fit with your request, it has a few oneshots and the chapter 4 has all the details you mentionned:

Hope this is what you were looking for ❤️

#sxf #sxf-fics #spy x family #foundfic #twiyor #oneshot #hurt/comfort #pre-reveal

[deathcapyandex]

Known Only By Alias

[known only by Alias]

A self indulgent loid forger x yandere self insert.

Yandere in the sense of reclaimed and coping with bpd by using my blorbo and f/o thank you.

Symptoms expressed include obsessive tendencies, jealousy and possessiveness.

Probably just gonna be the one fic unless I decide to write more about loid.

May or may not be replacing Fiona.

Code name Twilight, the agent currently going by the name Loid Forger was a highly respected person in the agency. Damn good at his job too.

Code name Sparrow, the agent assigned to a mission designated in twilights area was also assigned as a neighbor in case of backup or cover during twilights mission was needed.

Today was move in day, sparrow had just arrived at the apartment with their things and started settling in.

Residents had noticed the boxes and furnishings being moved in priar to their arrival and seemed to have created a little buzz, gossiping about the new neighbor moving in, so they expected to meet some people and have to introduce themselves a bit.

No problem, nothing to be nervous about, it would be easy enough. However the thing they were worried about, was actually meeting Twilight.

If they were to cooperate together for the first time, first impressions had to go well!

Though, this meant meeting the rest of the forger family as well. Sparrow looked forward to meeting his fake wife least of all.

They would have immediately volunteered to be assigned that role had they not had an assignment already prior, for the sake of the mission of course, another agent as skilled as sparrow surely would have been much better fitting.

But due to the shortage of agents available at the time limit twilight had upon starting his mission, he had to rope in some civilians. Unfortunate.

At the very least sparrow could be there close by to make sure things went smoothly for twilight. If this mission didn't go well, his reputation as an agent might get tarnished and the agencies entire operation could be at stake or worse. Being around twilight alone was quite the honour and a nice bonus too.

Though, having a seperate mission of their own would get in the way every now and then, they just hopped it didn't become too much of a hindrance.

For now it was time to play the part of the good neighbor.

A knock at the door of their apartment broke up the agents thoughts. They set down the books they were absentmindedly organizing in the living room, setting them on top of the low set bookshelf and walking to the entrance to answer the door.

A peak through the eye hole showed them the face of a blonde man, one glance at the pin on his blazer immediately told sparrow who he was.

They opened it to find a blonde man, a dark haired woman and a small girl. The forgers.

"hello" sparrow greeted with a polite smile.

"hello, I'm Loid Forger. This is my family, my wife Yor and our daughter Anya." He motioned to them both as he introduced them. "We're your neighbors nextdoor. We moved in just last month ourselves and we noticed you're new so we thought we would introduce ourselves."

"it's very nice to meet you all. I'm Sind Dufaux." They introduced themself in return.

"it's a pleasure to meet you mx. Dufaux! We were wondering if you'd like to join us for dinner tomorrow night" Yor spoke up with a bright smile, seemingly excited.

"that sounds lovely, thank you, I would" sparrow replied with an almost mirrored expression.

"it's settled then- ah, Anya, it's rude to stare, say hello" Loid spoke to his daughter.

The little girl stood staring with an awed expression at Sind, like something about them caught her by surprise in the "better than I imagined" way a child usually expresses.

*this kids pretty cute in person*

Anya smiled brightly "Hi!! I got a doggy and his name is Bond! You wanna meet him??"

"They can meet Bond tomorrow when they come over for dinner, sweetie" Yor pointed out with a chuckle.

"right!" Anya nodded with enthusiasm.

"well then, all that's settled. It was a pleasure meeting you Mx. Dufaux. We'll leave you be now" Loud nodded.

"it was very nice to meet you all too." They replied.

Loid and Sind exchanged a glance as the forgers left. A knowing nod, then the door was shut.

All seemed to have gone well. Though they could have done without Yors enthusiasm, twilight at the very least acknowledged them as a co-worker now.

And so starts the new fake life, two agents who only know each other by alias assigned to work together. If they didn't know better it was as if they were in some sort of romance novel. But no, of course not, this was strictly professional, and all for the sake of both their missions.

While sparrow was more than happy to lend twilight a hand, they would have to begrudgingly do so with Yor in the way.

Surely though, it will work out in the end.

Don't mind writing more if anyone is interested

#self insert fic #self insert fanfiction #self indulgent #self insert #sparrows fics #self insert fanfic #self ship #loid forger #spy x family loid #sxf loid #loid forger x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #self indulgent fic #my fic #spy x family #spy family #spy x family fanfiction #spy x family fic #spy x family fanfic #sxf #sxf fic #sxf fanfiction #oneshot #oneshot fic #oneshot fanfiction #oneshot fanfic #fic oneshot #fanfic oneshot #fanfiction oneshot

[desmondfamilyletters]

masterlist!! request open

⌕ spy x family!

none yet! be the first to send me a mission

#spy x family #spy x family anime #spy x family manga #sxf #sxf anime #sxf manga #damian desmond #anya forger #damianya #loid forger #yor briar #loid x yor #damian x anya #imagines #writing #oneshot #headcanon #requests open #reqs open

[jiminjamms]

international superspy :: loid x hostess! reader

synopsis: working in berlint's most popular hostess club, you get interested in some mysterious eye-candy who's dressed up to the nines.

content tags/warnings: drabble/oneshot. suggestive. implication of illegal activities. strong language.

word count: 750 words

notes: for @scandescent's and @festive's dirty money collab! a shorter and more lighthearted work. likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! (see notes continued at end.)

You first noticed him when your shift began.

Eight o’clock at night, and you were busy polishing at the side when while he had just entered through the establishment’s wooden double doors.

Just from his back, you could tell that this guy was ridiculously attractive.

He was tall, blonde, and every step he took in his well-ironed navy suit told you that he was most certainly some distinguished gentleman.

You really didn’t understand why his body and presence was so captivating—it wasn’t like he was the only pretty boy going around. Here, at the most renowned hostess club in Berlint, businesspeople with deep pockets and name-brand business suits were one among plenty.

In fact, from what you’d seen in your few weeks as an employee here, customers come here in troves once the clock ticked past typical working hours. Besides, who—after toiling in their little cubicles for twelve-hour workdays—wouldn’t be seeking a sympathetic ear that would listen to their ramblings about corporate Ostanian life?

Put simply, hostess clubs were supposed to offer a platonic reprieve for the tired and overworked, an innocent little guilty pleasure for those who could afford.

As a hostess, therefore, you had been trained to keep conversations, serve drinks, play card games.

That’s how you get the customers. That’s how you win popularity.

In essence, that’s how you rake in the money.

The legal way, at least.

Less honest hostesses like you always had dirtier tricks up their sleeves. Anything to extort a little extra cash, right?

Because boy, did your paychecks here do you good. Hourly wages plus hefty tips lined your wallet well, and there was nothing you loved more than spending on all sorts of expensive thrills: champagne, gambling, warehouse parties.

One problem, though.

Whoever Blondie was, he clearly didn’t want to be here. He appeared to be dragged along by a shorter, scruffier man.

You recognized this other person as Franky Franklin, a regular at the establishment and—according to hearsay—had been trying to woo several co-workers only to get rejected each time. (And with all due respect, you now understood why.)

But Franky’s sexy friend, though…

You hadn’t even seen his face, yet you knew that you’d certainly never seen anyone like him before.

In the split second that this new guy—en route to a table—walked by and did angle his face in your direction, you swallowed hard.

Because he was handsome.

No, he was hot. Hot as hell.

Blondie, as far as you could tell, was well into his late twenties with sharpened features that were strong like thunder clouds. His bright blue eyes looked right at you, almost as though he had sensed your lingering stare.

But no, that wasn’t the important part.

The real important part was that you got him. You got his attention.

And Blondie stared back. He evaluated you, inspected you, and even raised a brow as his eyes slid over your figure slowly and obviously. That was all before he was quickly ushered forward and stepped past you for good.

However, you wanted him, needed him.

You silently watched him settle at a table towards the back, tucked behind an alcove.

Given the weird arrangement of walls that nearly shielded him, you had to lean back just the right amount so that his full body would come to view.

Seated comfortably, he rested his elbows languidly on armrests. He already seemed engrossed in conversation, rapping his finger against the table as Franky spoke to him.

There was a brief moment where, in concentration, he subtly flexed his jawline and creased his brows, gestures so delicious that you momentarily forgot to breathe.

He was busy, probably here to work rather than to get his dick wet, but there was something so tempting in the way his legs were crossed, his posture so assured. There was just something so…erotic in the manner which he licked the tips of his fingers, shuffling some documents in his slender hands.

As you observed Blondie from across the room, you decided then and there that he would be your next target.

A couple hundred dalcs was probably nothing to a person earning over six digits like him.

Even if a hostess's code of conduct strictly discouraged sexual intentions, you knew that if you showed a little extra skin, he'd perhaps double the tips.

Or more.

Anything to give this eye-candy everything that he deserved.

And, of course, to get everything that you needed as well.

notes continued: 1) i did an embarrassing amount of research on hostess clubs, only to use 2% of what i learned. LOL 2) if you caught the tiktok title reference, ily. i just knew i'd never get the chance to use it otherwise.

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[smileyfacemojisworld]

ANNOUNCEMENT

I will be making the popular discussions of many fandoms, headcanons, one shots and incorrect quotes of topics I cover❤️

This is my first time doing these so please go easy on the criticism, not too harsh thanks 🙏

I will be starting with headcanons of my favourite character from my favourite topic, down to my favourite character from my least favourite topic and repeat, unless you guys can comment down some suggestions, if not you might be reading something that you might not enjoy🤭

Btw, if I’m a veryyy impatient girlie, so if I don’t see your suggestions I will start with ✨CERISE HOOD✨

Feel free to also suggest themes of the headcanons, such as shipping or (for eah) meeting the narrator?🤔

I’ll try posting everyday, I really appreciate your likes and comments🤗

#Cerise hood #cerise #eah #headcanons #canons #canon #Sxf #sing #sing2 #candy jem #oneshots #incorrect quotes

[neejmorp]

You’ve Really Got a Hold on Me

Rated E: 18+ (minors, exit stage left.)

Mr. and Mrs. Forger had developed a game of “running into each other” while out undercover on their respective missions. They took on the role of strangers. Twilight enjoyed flirting with Thorn Princess. Thorn Princess enjoyed teasing Twilight. What the pair enjoyed most was taking a brief break from their covert operations to blow off some steam.

However their “chance encounter” started, it always ended the same way: a quick, rough tryst. Sometimes in an alleyway. Sometimes in the back of a car or a supply closet. Never a bed. It wasn’t making love. It was messy and rough. It was two strangers blowing off steam and taking what they wanted from each other.

#Smut #SPY_FAMILY #twiyor #loidyor #spyxfamilyfic #twiyorfic #loidyorfic #loidxyorfic #spyxfamilyfanfic #twiyorfanfic #loidyorfanfic #spyxfamilyfanfiction #loidforger #yorforger #sxf #oneshot

[strawberriz-field]

psd by hxnterology

Spring Blooms Because Of You

Fandom: Spy x Family

“It's spring again. I can hear the birds sing again. See the flowers start to bud. See young people fall in love.” - Lou Rawls

An A-Z flower prompts list of the pairing damianya from Spy X Family. Inspired by the Victorian Language of Flowers.

words : 23k

Prompt list was from these posts 🍓🍓

Acacia : A Hidden Relationship

Ambrosia : A successful love confession.

Arbutus : A realization that you are my one and only,

Aster : Being charmed by someone unanticipated.

Baby's Breath : A wholesome moment.

Basil : Snark turns to flirting

Begonia : "I'm no good for you."

Bluebell : Someone’s return after a long wait

Bell flower : A consideration of everything they've done for you

. . . will keep updating

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦

#damian desmond #damianya #anya forger #fanfic #ao3fic #ao3 writer #read on ao3 #spy x family #spy x family anime #spy x family fanfiction #oneshot #fluff #sxf fanfic #sxf anime #ao3 author #flower prompts #damianya fanfiction #damianya fanfic #-ˋˏ strwbrrz writings ˎˊ #oneshot collection #sxf

[riacte]

[deep breath] Spy x Family and MCC9 Blue Bats face the same problem of being overhyped by its extremely loyal fanbase to the point some think it’s overrated, but the point of both of those things is that they’re small, tightly knit stories that focus on bonding instead of some mindblowing emotional epic (eg. Madoka Magica) or an amazing technical performance (eg. MCC17 DB).

Both of these things excel in their genres because they are good at said genres (Spy x Family with action/family/a meticulously balanced status quo, Blue9 with friendship/underdog story/ the fact that it’s literally a sports anime). They are what they are: nothing more, nothing less. Sometimes people want small, lighthearted, yet comforting stories.

The point of SxF is that it’s a cute found family set in a fantasy Cold War/ Europe setting stuffed with tropes and subversions of said tropes. It’s funny, it’s entertaining, the characters are charming, there are undertones of death and war but it’s still mostly lighthearted, it’s slice of life-ish, it’s unfinished, etc etc.

Meanwhile for Blue9, the context at the time is extremely important. During Sep 2020, few believed in them and even those who did were surprised at their success. The point is that they were not meant to be a technically perfect performance. What they had were four players, each with their own role, a training arc, redemption arc for the two mentors, carried by morale and plot armour. MCC9 is only the middle of the story, and if you just look at the solo MCC, of course it’s different from how the og fans view it (the ones who were there for the practice streams and the live MCC).

As a fan of both of these things, I understand why people call them overrated. I can understand why people even dislike them due to their popularity. But to me, they’re both simple, meticulously crafted stories that are likeable because they start out so small. Maybe people find the “filler” chapters of SxF characters having fun boring and irrelevant. Maybe people find the first round of MCC9 DB boring and slowpaced. And that’s fine. They’re just telling their wholesome little stories, they make people happy, and that’s all.

#ria.txt #personal #doing the thing in which i slam two of my interests together #by the way i am caught up to sxf and wrote like… 130k words worth of fic for them lol #i was gonna make a post like ‘writing a blue bats x sxf thing’ and then i realized it would sound like i was making an au #himbo assassin ren dog (aka grimdog) fake marries spy false (aka. agent symmetry) #[i am forcibly removed from the platform] #so uhh if you wanna find my other ao3 with my sxf works im the one with the long ass damianya oneshot series

[youuuimeanmee]

I read your post on Arnold & Aleister Crowley along with Covenia being the SxF equivalent of Romania. I looked up some Romanian folklore & found something called the Solomonari/Solomonars which are dragon-riding wizards said to control the weather. Not only that, but they're also stated to be red-headed. Aside from Handler, Anya is the only one we've seen with red (or in this case pink) hair.

Plus the name Covenia sounds pretty similar to "Coven" which is a group of witches & one of the names that people in Anya's past called her was a witch. Could Arnold be under the belief that Anya is a Solomonar (or in training) not just for her Classical Language skills but also for her hair color?

👀 👀 👀 👀 👀

While I do think this is certainly a very interesting finding, I'm currently debating whether I should expand my "Covenia=irlRomania" theory or not. (maybe i shouldnt, cus im not a romanian)

Maybe because I just stumbled on florida.florian on Youtube — in which, he debunks plenty of Romanian misrepresentation in the media — that I realized, maybe this whole "Gypsies/Witchcraft's History in Romani" might be a sensitive topic afterall? Or not? Especially when we also know that Endo is using IRL cold war references for the cold war that happen in Spy x Family; combine the two topics together, and... yeah, it doesn't sit well with me.

I mean, The Solomonar idea itself is very interesting; I like how Anya being a solomonar would allign nicely with her red hair, her hair cones, and her classical language skill. (I know Anya's design is based off Endo's previous oneshot, but it's a story revolving around the age of witch hunt, so I guess it's not surprising he'd be knowledgable about witches?). I'm also very surprised with the word "Coven" (I've been wondering about it). But implying that Anya's heritage is the reason why she was taken to the facility to see if the folklore has scientific explanation to it so they can utilize it for cold war? It's not unheard of IRL, but it still doesn't sit right with me. Or maybe it's just me jumping into ideas where I shouldn't.

Any Romanian users out here? Maybe @liddlecreachur ? South-eastern Europe people? Heck, Historians? I'm not a Romani, so I'd love to hear your input on this :")

Great findings though, @monsoonceroom !

*Edit: Guys check out the additions from @liddlecreachur here and @monsoonceroom here! Super interesting stuffs about the lore!

#are we walking on thin ice here? #spy x family #spy x family manga #spy x family spoilers #spy x family manga spoilers #spy x family 95 #sxf #sxf manga #sxf spoilers #sxf manga spoilers #sxf 95 #spy x family theory #sxf theory #funny how a few minutes video i just watched a few hours ago could turn my life upside down like this

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Third Party.

Pairing: YandereLoid x Reader x Yandere!Yor (Spy x Family).

Word Count: 1.5k.

TW: Post-Reveal AU, Reader Is Sketchy, Implied Murder/Violence, Mentions of Blood, and Cheating (?).

“Are you sure you have to leave?”

You let the words ebb into a lazy drawl, dragging your fingertips down the length of his spine as you nuzzled into his back. Loid’s skin was a patchwork of scars, no more pleasant to run your hands over than dulled sea glass or sandpaper, but you did your best to savor it, to let your lips ghost over a blossoming field of discolored bruises before your attention rose higher – to the rows of fresh nail-marks that’d been carved from his shoulder to the middle of his back. Most of his injuries had been left by his patients, permanent testaments to his dedication to his work, but those scratches had been your doing. A little present for the kindhearted wife he was going home to, sooner or later.

The thought filled you with a smoldering sort of zeal, quick to gnaw at your better judgment and infest the empty void where your guilt should’ve been. You swallowed down your excitement, taking instead to slotting yourself against him as if you weren't praying for him to leave, as if you didn't have anything better to do than press your cheek against the nape of his neck, string your arms over his shoulders, and beg him to stay. “We never get to see each other, anymore. I miss you so much when we’re not together – it feels like someone’s trying to carve my heart out of my chest.”

Sappy, overly sentimental, almost embarrassingly aggrandizing towards the object of your affection. The type of praise that’d only appeal to a man who thought himself enough deserve not just his wife to confide in during the day, but a lover who would spend their nights at his side in faded hotel rooms, between sheets that’d seen better days. This one was nicer than most – the sheets unstained, the lights pleasantly dim, the furniture not completely saturated with stale cigarette smoke and cheap perfume. You had to assume it was supposed to be a gift. Loid wasn’t the type to flaunt an affair, but he’d gone out of his way not to bring you to another seedy, by-the-hour motel. If nothing else, you could appreciate a man willing to open his wallet.

There was a moment of quiet hesitation, then an airy laugh. You let go of him just in time for one of his arms to wrap around your waist, hauling you off of the mattress and into his lap, where he could bury his face in the crook of your neck without intervention. He held you like that for a long, agonizing second before pulling back, allowing just enough space between your body and his to press his lips against your temple, then into your own. The kiss was gentle, lingering, and you let yourself melt into it, into him. Genuine shows of adoration were rare, in your line of work. While you doubted Loid felt anything more towards you than lust-tinged fondness, he was a good enough actor to pull off the role of ‘Lovestruck Idiot’ with little to no breaks in his character. “You don’t know how much I want to,” he started, with a smile as hollow as the man who wore it. “But Yor’s at home with our daughter, tonight. It’d be cruel to leave her on her own.”

A slight pout, quickly traded for something more aloof. As if you were trying to hide your disappointment and doing a poor job of it. “Anya must really be a handful if you’re too worried to leave your wife alone with her.”

He was grinning, now, his expression tinted with something you didn’t quite recognize. He opened his mouth, but a knock on the hotel room’s door interrupted your hushed conversation. You frowned, but Loid didn’t seem bothered. “Why don’t you get that?”

“It’s probably just some drunk tourist. They’ll go away if we ignore them.” You brought a hand to his face, cupping his cheek. “I’d rather give my attention to—”

Another knock, this one a little more forecful than the last. Loid squeezed your side, almost playfully. “Answer the door.”

It wasn’t a question, this time.

Hesitantly, you pried yourself away from him, pushing yourself to your feet. Your clothes had been torn off and discarded hours ago, but you snagged Loid’s button-up off of the floor and shrugged it on as you approached the door, pausing once you reached the entryway. You cast a nervous glance towards Loid, who responded with an encouraging nod and a slight wave, gestures that would’ve been more suited for an anxious child, afraid to leave their parent’s side for the very first time. Biting into your bottom lip, you slowly undid the rusted latch and slid the deadbolt out of place, resting your shoulder against the cool wood as your hand found the knob.

Yor was on you as soon as you opened the door.

Her hands in your hair, her knee between your thighs, her mouth crashing into yours with enough force to bruise. She slammed your back against the nearest wall, knocking the air from your lungs and pinning you underneath her strength as her tongue invaded your mouth, as teeth clashed against teeth and pointed nails scrape against your scalp. It was a desperate connection, frenzied and feral, driven by something you couldn’t define and only broken by your mutual need for air – her breath coming in shallow, panted gasps when she finally pulled away from you.

Her attire was the first thing you noticed, her evening gown dark enough to blend into the shadows of the entryway and maimed brutally. A long gash ran from her hip to the hem of her skirt, another bisecting her midriff, revealing a slit of pale skin and sculpted muscle. There were a thousand more nicks in the fabric, a thousand more reasons for you to panic, but your stare was quickly drawn upward, to her face.

To the dots of blood splattered across her cheeks, still fresh enough to shine crimson in the dim light.

You opened your mouth, but didn’t have time to spit anything out before Yor snapped toward Loid, her disposition going from one of mindless desire to frantic apologeticness in the blink of an eye. “I’m sorry I’m late!” It seemed to come out louder than she intended it to, the words hasty enough to blend together as she stumbled through her crowded. "The governer wasn’t at home, and he had more guards than he was supposed to, and it took ages for—”

“As long as you’re not hurt, you have nothing to apologize for.” While you were stunned beyond words, Loid remained unaffected – indifferent to both his wife’s sudden appearance and your confusion. “Try to call next time, though. I was about to go out and see if you needed a hand.”

“Oh, I couldn't do that. Your job is already so much more stressful than mine - I can't ask you to do my work, too.” And just like that, she was brightening, any concerns she might've held about being late or injured or covered in blood dissipating in a matter of seconds. She turned to you, her hands falling to your own as she tugged you forward, towards the bed. You tried to pull yourself out of her hold, but her grip was vice-like, impossible to escape. She didn’t even seem to notice your futile efforts. If anything, she almost seemed shy, a pale blush creeping across her cheeks as she asked, “I… I didn’t keep you waiting for too long, did I?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer. Loid had been part of the job - seek out the target that the dark-haired man had identified, lure him into an affair, and keep up the act just long enough for his wife to catch and initiate a messy divorce. Sleeping with the aforementioned wife in addition to the mark you’d been paid to seduce had been a complimentary service, a creative touch to liven up an otherwise dull assignment, but you’d been careful, made sure neither of them had ever seen you with the other, never used the same shade of lipstick to stain Loid’s collar as you did to kiss Yor’s neck. You weren’t an amateur. You didn’t make mistakes like that. Neither of them should’ve known their partner knew about you, not unless they were both insane enough to come out and tell the other who they were going to see when they disappeared into cheap motels and empty offices. No married couple would be so honest about something so detrimental to their relationship. No normal married couple, at least.

But, you were starting to think that Yor and Loid didn’t fit into that category as neatly as you’d hoped they would.

“The poor thing must still be a little startled,” Loid chuckled, finally pushing himself to his feet. Yor perked up, and with an airy sigh, Loid nodded, the exchange as silent as it was coordinated. With no further permission needed, you were thrown onto the mattress, barely allowed to land before Yor was on top of you, latching onto your throat, pointed teeth burying themselves into the curve of your neck. The pain was immediate, searing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about how much it hurt when Yor’s attention had already fallen to your collarbone, then your chest, her focus drifting lower while her affection remained just as hostile. Loid, as stoic and as sociopathic as always, positioned himself next to your head, watching his wife work with an expression that only betrayed the slightest trace of fondness – a pleasure so diluted, it might've just been a trick of the light. “You can relax. Yor’s been looking forward to this for months. I haven’t been much better, to be honest. Yuri's never sent anyone so...” He trailed off, letting his head lull to the side. “So tempting our way before., I suppose.”

He was cupping your face, as if to mimic your own dramatized mannerisms, running the pad of his thumb over your cheek. Yor groaned against your skin, a noise that you could only guess was meant to signal agreement, and Loid broke into a small grin.

For once, you thought his smile might actually be genuine.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere oneshot #yandere scenarios #yandere spy x family #spy x family imagines #spy x family #yandere sxf #sxf imagines #yandere loid forger #yandere yor forger #loid forger x reader #loid x reader #yor forger x reader #yor x reader #yanderecore #yancore

[laluvlidovezgal]

✦ 𝐓𝐇𝐄.

.𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ✦

✦ 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍.

.𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 ✦

✦ 𝐈𝐌.

.𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 ✦

✦ 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

𝑨𝑰𝑲𝑨 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑰 ⎯ 𝘚𝘏𝘌/𝘏𝘌𝘙

hi, hello, heyo!

a stranger amongst many. sincerest of greetings from me to you!

a teen astray the infinite void, aimlessly adrift the tremous journey of studying ⎯ a newfound author, honoured to make your acquaintance.

have you ever felt that hefty feeling, so overbearing that you wonder as to endeavour a charade ⎯ a deceitful escapade from reality?

why, darling, fret not!

please, if you may ⎯ i humbly encourage you ought solitude within my abode ⎯ now a shared sanctuary ⎯ to ensure a tapestry for us through a mutual desire of a longing to infinitely be enveloped in a mesmerizing reverie, by the means of our limitless imaginary.

despite a majority of society potentially deeming it all a mere delusion — i yearn to grant me and you boundless indulgence in our false reality.

seek refuge in our fantastical daydreams. manifested as I weave mine to words, laid to the utmost flare of my capabilities, to gift a safe haven for you and me.

in this station specifically, i’ll be primarily concentrating on short stories.

such as scenarios, oneshots, hcs, etc…

i tend to harvest in the realm of many themes.

yet even still, i’d prefer to keep mine mature—pardon, not in that explicit way, however.

it is merely themes centering with ones such as gore, violence, harsh language, etc…

nonetheless, i am open with engaging in multiple fandoms.

ɴᴀᴍᴇʟʏ…

tdlosk/sknpn.

tbhk/jshk.

╰ var. (requested)

ds/kny.

var. (crossover)

var. (isekai)

t. muichiro (short story)

╰ t. giyuu (oneshot)

╰ t. muichiro (ramble)

╰ t. muichiro (oneshot)

╰ t.muichiro (requested)

thh & sdr2 & drv3.

jjk.

╰ g. satoru (oneshot)

gi & hi & hsr.

var. (crossover)

╰ scaramouche // gi. (drabble)

bsd/lsd.

pjsk/cs.

snjc.

kcc.

aot/snk.

fbje/snf.

onk.

hazbin hotel.

soe/ons.

sxf.

sec . acc (do check it out! this is where i post my artworks and stuff)

any of you’re radiant displays of endless support,

evokes a heavenly bliss within me.

kindling a whimsical jubilation,

i had not fathomed remained.

as serendipity intertwines our paths,

my fervent aspiration is to adorn you

with even the most delicate semblences,

of that ineffable warmth.

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[sxf-fics]

hello!

oml thank you so much because I can NEVER seem to find any decent sxf fanfics

this might seem like a weird request, but do you know any fanfics focusing on yuri and fiona, or any focusing on sylvia sherwood?

thanks!

Hello!

This fandom has many, many wonderful writers, and you can find a lot of gorgeous fics when you browse on ao3! However, we understand that it's rarer to find fics focusing on other characters than the protagonists, so we tried to find some for you. Hope they will be to your liking!

Two Yuri/Fiona fics :

A collection of oneshots, the chapter 14 is Yuri/Fiona centric.

An ongoing fic about Yuri/Fiona with the fake dating/marriage trope.

Thank you @aw-phooey2u for the suggestion! On-going fic about Yuri and Fiona forming a fake-family as well.

Sylvia Sherwood Centric fics :

A short one-shot about Sylvia's past (do check the tags for warnings before reading).

A really sweet one-shot by @rachellysebrook with the Handler being fond of the Forgers.

Sylvia realizes her daughter is alive (completed).

A sweet and funny one-shot by @tare-chan about Sylvia solving a twiyor quarrel.

Enjoy!

#sxf-fics #spy x family #sxf #foundfic #yuri briar/fiona frost #sylvia sherwood #the handler #twiyor #oneshot #fluff #angst

[missingn000]

so i finally worked out the details of my jjk-sxf crossover au

-it's a no-curse modern au

-first fic in the series is a toji & yor oneshot where they meet in a dog park playing with bond and divine dogs. yor shows some feat of insane strength and toji realizes they're alike; they discuss the pros and cons of their similarities and it ends with them setting up a playdate for their kids. megumi has beef with anya already

-next story is loid & nanami bonding over their pink problem children. this one is a yuuji and sukuna are twins au. sukuna is still a little demon who shouts "unhand me, you mortal!!!" when nanami tries to get him to listen. nanami sighs & goes along with it like "not until his highness finishes his vegetables"

-i have this mental image of master henderson sighing at the itadori twins & anya being like "why is it whenever something happens, it's always you three?"

-can y'all even imagine the volleyball episode with itadori twins, megumi, and anya? rip bill watkins

LOTS more below cut

-all the jjk kids (itadori twins, megumi, etc) come to eden in anya's second year. can you even apply to eden after first grade? who knows, but in this au i'm deciding they can. they're all in the same hall

-don't ask me how yuuji got into eden, i don't know either. i like to think that despite being the most troublesome, sukuna is the first to become an imperial scholar. it does NOT help with his ego

-i got myself accidentally invested in partners in crime sukuna & anya??? after overhearing his classmates call anya creepy and violent for something she did a year ago on her first day of school, sukuna gets pissed they're being superficial and judgmental towards her, so he beats up some random kid to take the heat off her

-they become best friends after that. sukuna only gets one toni bolt too because henderson realizes he did it to protect anya

-sukuna doesn't approve of damian & scares the shit out of him. he gives damian the most terrifying shovel talk of all time when anya and damian finally get together

-wouldn't it be so cool if yor and toji went on a mission together? that could be an epic story in itself

-i think mamaguro still dies in this au (though she's still alive in the first story). toji doesn't go completely off the rails though since he has friends to support him. yor especially helps a lot since they're quite close by now

-that said, megumi still needs two parents to get into eden. yor does him a "favor" and gets loid to convince nightfall to pretend to be megumi's mother for the interview

-yeah, i accidentally made myself ship them. toji could fix her i think. imagine how awkward and adorable fiona bonding with megumi would be. also, trope of found family + melting the ice princess?? i am HERE for it. also fiona fushiguro just sounds really good

-gojo needs to be a dad in all stories of mine, so he'd be the adoptive papa of nanako and mimiko ofc, but also he needs zen'in kids so he takes in maki and mai. god what a household

-gojo and getou are married. gojo is a famous genius astrophysicist and getou is a (former?) concert violinist who cracked under the pressure and is mostly a stay at home dad now

-nanami is married to shoko. she's a surgeon and a total enabler of her sons' mischief

-still working on everyones' backstories, but i'm thinking the itadori twins' mom (kaori or kenjaku?? she couldn't have been possessed in a no curse au, but...i'll figure something out) was a serial killer who murdered jin, hence the boys needing to be adopted. still deciding whether or not kaori was caught or is on the loose

-the boys were first taken by a lab similar to anya's, which is how they got super-strength, but it was shut down

-took the boys a while to find a good home, since many potential adoptive parents had a stigma towards them because of who their mother was. nanami and shoko thought it absurd that children should be cast aside solely because of their parentage

-sukuna saw kaori kill jin and it scarred him pretty badly, hence why he's way more jaded and a problem child than yuuji. he kinda blames himself for not being able to save his father, despite being literally four at the time. his greatest fear is turning out like his mother

this is all still developing, but i'm really excited to work on it!! it def won't be a linear multichap like tpg, probably more like a series of oneshots as i get new ideas. hopefully i'll have the first part published soon!

#i need a tag for this au but i don't have a name for it yet #uhmm #lets go with #jujutsu eden #for now and then i'll change it once i publish the first story #jjk x family