#i always thought the forts under covers line was so cozy and warm I’ve

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

I’m laughing with my lover, making forts under covers // I’ll build you a fort on some planet where they can all understand it and maybe the idea that in the first she had her feet firmly planted on the ground secluded in the safety of her home, and in the second she’s (unintentionally) trying to recreate it but her home isn’t home anymore in any sense of the word so she has to escape this world because she somehow already knows it’s not going to work in this one.

(Look I’m not saying they’re related at all, it’s just that it’s interesting how the theme evolves/gets reused/however you look at it)

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Everyday

Fandom: SPY x FAMILY Characters / Pairings: Twilight (Loid), Yor, Anya / some Twilight x Yor Summary: The Forgers are the perfect fake family with perfectly fake feelings; flowers, sunset watching, and bedtime stories are to be expected, of course.

Word Count: 1,653 Read on ao3.

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“Here, Yor, I got these for you.” Loid unceremoniously holds out a bouquet of flowers towards the woman in question. He shuts the front door behind himself so quietly it doesn’t make a sound.

Yor points a finger at herself. “For me?”

“I stopped by the florist on my way home—some of the neighbours were talking about us again—I believe this should quiet them down for the time being,” he elaborates. “They said it was ‘quite delightful’ when they saw me walking by with this in hand.”

“Well, they are lovely.”

Loid nods his head once in agreement, passing the flowers over to Yor. Following that, they head into the kitchen together. Anya sits at the dining table, her head buried in the latest volume of Spy Wars.

Her attention turns towards the sound of the entering footsteps and her eyes light up at the sight of Loid. “Papa!” she exclaims.

“What are those?” she asks next, pointing at the bouquet in Yor’s hands.

“Loid bought some flowers,” she answers with a smile.

Anya turns towards Loid with an expectant look on her face. “Did Papa get anything for me?”

“I’ve already gotten you enough things,” he reprimands.

“Maybe next time,” Yor intervenes. “Don’t you think these look nice, Anya?”

The young girl mumbles a few incoherent words in response.

Yor holds up the bouquet in her hands, observing it more closely. “Oh, there are lilies of the valley here… snapdragons too.”

She doesn’t see the way Loid’s posture straightens at those words. He swiftly inquires, “Are you familiar with floriography? The language of flowers.”

She blinks, gaze moving towards her fake-husband, then back to the bouquet. Her expression turns sheepish.

“I know of it, but I get a lot of the meanings mixed up. Oh, maybe I should understand it better, all things considered. And even you’re familiar with it…,“ she trails off.

Flowers aren’t necessarily her forte, but she does know a thing or two about thorns. And poison. Still, she probably shouldn’t say.

“No, it’s quite outdated. I don’t think many women these days understand it that well besides the most common flowers, such as red roses,” he reassures. “I’m not that knowledgeable of it either; I was actually wondering if you were. I’d only taken the florist’s recommendation for this.”

Anya stares at Loid, her eyes narrowed.

“Well, it looks beautiful,” Yor compliments. “We should put it in a vase.”

“Of course; I can do it,” he says, taking the flowers back from Yor. The kitchen becomes quiet once more as Loid busies himself with the bouquet and Anya turns her attention back to Spy Wars.

“Ouch,” Loid mutters suddenly, “pierced myself with a thorn.”

“Are you all right?” Yor asks immediately, concern lacing her voice.

“I’m fine; I’ve been hurt by much worse before,” he says wryly. “It’s barely a prick.”

Anya immediately jolts up and stares at Loid, her eyes wide. His focus stays on the flowers. The girl shakes it off before eventually asking, “Thorns?”

“Some flowers have thorns on them. They’re little prickly things. They hurt a bit when you touch them,” Yor explains. “Pretty things like flowers can be a bit dangerous sometimes.”

“Mama is pretty,” Anya says pointedly.

“Oh, well, this and that—they’re, uh, kind of different.” She chuckles then, a nervous hint to her laughter. “It’s not like I’m, uh—”

“Done.” Loid sets his finished work on the tabletop, interrupting Yor’s babbling. Anya seems to have lost interest, her eyes once again glued to the pages of spy shenanigans set in front of her.

Yor clears her throat then, gaze turning to the vase. The flowers are lined neatly. “Thank you, Loid.”

Daisies and daffodils make up most of the arrangement, she notices. A pure white. It’s accented with a few yellow roses and a handful of carnations, light red in colour. The lilies of the valley and snapdragons fill the rest, bringing it all together.

If she remembers correctly—

Her lips form into a small smile.

“Thank you for thinking of me, Loid, thorns and all,” she says softly, so quietly that only a trained ear can properly hear.

“It’s only natural for a husband to buy flowers for his wife,” he replies simply.

“Still,” she beams, “you’re very thoughtful.”

He turns his face away from her. “Think nothing of it.”

New beginnings, admiration, and happiness.

How sweet.

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Twilight carries Anya in his arms as he strolls down the cobblestone path of the city. Yor walks next to him, diligently keeping up a perfect pace.

They look like the picturesque family, as they should.

The perfect fake family with perfectly fake feelings.

In his arms, he feels the steady rise and fall of Anya’s chest. She’s already fallen asleep. It’s been a long day after all, keeping up this farce. The sky is fading from a bright blue into a deep orange hue.

“Ah, the sun is setting,” Yor points out, her voice soft. “Twilight, right?”

He blinks. His face is neutral, doesn’t even move a single millimetre at her remark—he’s schooled himself in deceit, after all—but what if, what if. He gazes across the horizon and sees the shadows of buildings, homes, everything, silhouetted by the setting sun.

His mind runs at a hundred miles per minute; his backstory is perfect, Anya hasn’t let anything slip, his forged documents are infallible, and he’s a master of disguise. He hasn’t raised any suspicions with her, he concludes.

“Yes, twilight,” he eventually echoes.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” she continues. “It’s always so lovely to see the sky painted in such warm colours. Twilight might be my favourite time of the day, I think.”

She says it so easily.

“It signals the end,” he comments. “Of the day.”

It’s elusive, not quite there. There for a moment, then gone in the blink of an eye, disappearing into the night sky. Something out of reach.

“You almost say it like it’s a bad thing,” she observes.

He shrugs his shoulders lightly, making sure not to wake Anya. “Some of my patients don’t do so well in the dark, with twilight—the transitionary period. The darkness in particular can be a pain point, especially the unknown that it brings. It’s not uncommon.”

“Oh, I see.” Her eyes turn back to the horizon. “That’s too bad. It really is beautiful. I think the dark… is also comforting. I’m more comfortable in the dark.”

He raises an eyebrow in response.

“Not to be weird or anything!” she exclaims. “And, uh, even though it’s the end of the day… I do think twilight is quiet, and… warm.”

He almost laughs at the thought, but he can tell from her body language and from the inflection in her voice that she is being completely earnest.

“And I think,” she continues, turning to face him once again, “that this is the perfect way to end the fun day we had, Loid.”

His mouth suddenly feels dry and Anya stirs in his arms.

Twilight’s gaze moves from the little girl sleeping peacefully against his chest, to the woman walking by his side.

Right.

The perfect fake family with perfectly fake feelings.

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Papa is a liar. He lies all the time. He lies about his work, he lies about her, he lies about flowers, he lies about everything.

Mama is a liar too. She lies—bad. Mama is not a good liar, but she still lies anyway.

Anya is also a liar. Anya has to lie, because if she doesn’t, maybe Papa and Mama will stop lying too. And when they stop lying, they won’t need her anymore, and she doesn’t want to be just another number again.

She’s heard enough of Papa’s lies and truths to know.

So Anya will lie and she’ll try her best at school and she’ll be friends with snotty little boys for world peace, but mostly for her Papa and Mama. She might even eat carrots too.

A yawn escapes her lips.

“Are you tired, Anya?” Mama asks, her eyes glancing at the clock on the wall. “It’s almost your bedtime, actually.”

“But Spy Wars isn’t over yet,” she whines.

Mama lets out a soft laugh. “A couple more minutes, then. It should be over soon.”

She picks up the petite girl once the show finishes, carrying her in her arms with ease. As she walks towards Anya’s bedroom, she suggests, “How about we get Loid to read you a bedtime story tonight?”

“What?” his voice exclaims from inside his room.

Mama stops in front of his closed door, giggling. “Come on, Loid. Anya’s been studying really hard lately.”

“Papa! Let’s read Spy Wars!” Anya shouts.

Papa doesn’t say anything, but Anya hears anyway. The door opens then and Papa has a frown on his face, but he still holds a Spy Wars book in his hands.

“You spoil her too much,” he mutters under his breath.

“I think we both do.” Mama laughs.

“I don’t get why this series has a cartoon, comics, and books,” Papa continues. He hits the cover of the book with the back of his hand as though that emphasizes his point. “It’s a bit much.”

Anya pumps her fist in the air. “It’s cuz Spy Wars is super cool! Right, Mama?”

“Yup, super cool.”

They walk into Anya’s bedroom next. Mama tucks her into bed, all tight and cozy, and sits on her right. Papa sits on her left and he opens to the first page of the book. He starts reading slowly, then Mama begins to read some of the words too.

Anya listens carefully. It’s quiet besides what they read off the pages, what they say out loud.

Papa and Mama lie a lot but sometimes they don’t, and Anya knows.

She closes her eyes as she listens to Papa and Mama’s voices.

That night, Anya falls asleep with a smile on her face.

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a/n:

I googled around for flower meanings, so there’s multiple interpretations for all the flowers I chose. I chose the ones I did for a reason tho ;)

09/25/19: added a few lines. This is what happens when u write a story in a couple hours and publish it right away

[lets-imaginerwby]

Uuumm HI!... ssoooo I'v never done a request before so I'm not sure if I'm doing this right but here goes, I was wondering if you could do a thing where Qrow, his s/o, young Ruby and young Yang are having a snowball fight and the teams are Qrow and Ruby vs s/o and Yang, while the snowball fight is going on fluffy stuff happens where Qrow hugs and kiss his s/o and the girls are like "ewww cooties!" and maybe they try to rescue s/o XD (sorry if this was awkward XP btw really love your work! :D)

Here you go, I hope it’s satisfactory! 

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The world outside was cold and white, but you didn’t careabout that. You were bundled up in the softest blanket you could get your handson, curled into the side of one mister Qrow Branwen. Currently, you weresnuggling on the couch of Qrow’s old team mate, Tai. He had left for a missionthat would last a few days and said he felt better about leaving if ‘there wasa responsible adult and I guess Qrow too’ watching the house and girls. Youdidn’t mind holding down the fort, the Xiao Long household was nice and cozy. PlusRuby and Yang didn’t really need much taking care of, so that left you free toenjoy your boyfriend’s company and watch TV. So far, it’s been a pretty peacefulday.

“Uncle Qrow! (Y/n)!” Of course, something always comes alongto disrupt the peace. The end of your quiet moment came in the form of RubyRose, flopping on the back of the couch between you and Qrow.

Qrow sighs, clearly not entirely happy about his alone timewith you being interrupted. “Yeah pipsqueak?”

“I’m bored!”

“I thought you and Yang were playing together?”

“We got tired of video games.” Yang comes down the stairsand brings her hands down on the arm of the couch “Dad said you have to entertain us if we getbored.”

“Well then, firecracker, what did you have in mind?”

Yang crosses her arms to think on an answer, but Ruby immediatelysprings up, bright smile on her face “We should have a snowball fight!”

“Yeah, let’s go with that!”

“I don’t know, I-“ Qrow starts to object, tightening hisgrip on your waist.

“I think that sounds fun!” You chime in.

He looks down at you and Ruby claps her hands excitedly “Comeon, uncle Qrow, (Y/n) likes the idea!”

“Unless you’re not up for a challenge, old man.” You giveyour boyfriend a playful poke in the side.

He gives you his ‘I am notold’ pout. Then he smiles, and reaches over to ruffle Ruby’s hair. “Alright,alright, I can’t say no to you.”

You both stand and face the girls. “So, is this a free forall or are there gonna be teams?” You ask.

“Teams!” Ruby decides “And it should be one adult on a team,otherwise it would be unfair!”

“I call (Y/n) being on my team!” Yang shouts, raising herhand.

Qrow raises an eyebrow “What, you got something against youruncle?”

“No, (Y/n)’s just cooler and we’re gonna kick your butts!”Yang intertwines your arms and you both do your best to look tough, which iskind of hard for a twelve year old Yang, but she manages.

“I’m pretty sure Ruby and I will be doing the as-“

“Language!” Ruby blurts out

“-butt kicking in this game. Come on, pipsqueak, let’s show ‘emwhose boss.”

“Yeah!” Ruby jumps up and down before grabbing her jacketand sprinting outside.

Once you were all bundled up, you stood on opposite sides ofthe yard, packing snow into forts to serve as cover.

“All right Yang, you ready?”

“Heck yeah! Let’s show those losers who the kings of thesnow are!”  She tightens her grip on thesnowball tightly packed in her hand.

“Ready!” Ruby yells

“Aim!” Yang yells back

“Fire!” That last shout from all four of you sets off a flurryof snow flying in both directions.

You feel a snowball whiz by your head and you cast a glareat Qrow before returning fire, pegging him in the shoulder.  

Ruby is hit in the chest by one of Yang’s snowballs, thatgirl throws with such fury you’re surprised the heat doesn’t melt it midair. Rubydramatically clutches her chest as if wounded before grinning. Suddenly she’smaking and throwing snowballs at a near impossible speed that are verydifficult to avoid.

That’s a semblance indevelopment if I’ve ever seen one.

You’re so focused on Ruby’s relentless attack that it takesyou a moment to realize Qrow is no longer next to her. You whip your headaround to find him and are met with a snowball exploding across your face. Youshake your head and wipe the snow from your eyes, glaring at the man crouchedin the tree line.

“Qrow’s gone rouge!” You warn Yang. Of course, he’s always preferredan offensive, up close attack strategy.

“Think you can take care of him?” Yang is firing snowballafter snowball at her sister, by the look on her face you’d think this was areal battle.

You laugh “Of course, that boy has nothing on me.” You senseanother snowball coming from Qrow’s direction, this time you roll out of theway and spring to your feet, making a dash for the tree line. Qrow attempts tomeet you half way with two snowballs thrown at your face and chest but you dartto the right. You begin your own game of darting forward to pelt him with a fewsnowballs before jumping into the trees to avoid his attacks. He runs after youand manages to dodge quite a few of your own attacks; he’s strangely verygraceful in a fight.

The battle seems to be in your favor when suddenly you leaponto the next branch only to discover it’s coated in ice. You try and keep yourbalance but your feet fall out from under you and you plummet to the ground.

Damn bad luck.

There’s no impact though, Qrow swoops in and catches you inhis arms. You lay across him propped up by his arm, you’re grateful, but thenyou see him grin mischievously. You’re confused until suddenly you feel coldsnow impact your face and shoved into your shirt.

You squeal “Qrow!”

“I’m afraid you’ve been captured, sweet heart.” He bringshis face close to your and leaves a small peck on your lips, still grinning. “Whatevershall you do?”

Laughing, you try and shake the freezing snow out of your shirt,a task made difficult by how close he was holding you “Qrooow, it’s coooold!”

“Well that’s -“

Qrow sputters as a snowball hits him dead in the face.

“Uncle Qrow has abandoned his post and kidnapped the poor(Y/n)! Ruby, I call for a temporary truce so we may rescue them!” Yang hasanother snowball at the ready and is pointing at Ruby, in full on general mode.

Ruby nods sagely “It goes against everything I know to aidthe enemy, but it is my duty to stop a rogue soldier. Attack!”

Qrow drops you and is forced back by the volley of snowbeing launched at him. You double over in laughter at the sight of your oh sotough boyfriend being beaten back by two kids. He holds his hands up insurrender but the onslaught is only stopped when you can catch your breath longenough to wave your arms and call a cease fire. By that time, Qrow is coveredhead to toe in white.

“Uncle Qrow, do you surrender!?” Ruby asks, pointing at himand sounding like a leader disciplining her subordinates. It’s a funny sight, aten year old commanding seasoned hunter year older than her. She pulls it offwell though.

Qrow is attempting to wipe the layers of powder from hiseyes and face “I surrender, I surrender.” He holds his hands up in mocksubmission.

Yang pumps her fist in the air “Victory!” she turns to hersister and holds out her hand “Well done, general Rose.”

Ruby takes her hand “Yes, well done, officer Yang. But, uh, aren’twe still enemies?”

Yang grins, a mischievous fire in her eyes. “You know, you’reright.” Yang tightens her grip on Ruby’s hand and drags them both down to theground where they begin a wrestling match and see who can shove the most snowin the others face.

You watch the girls for a moment before turning back to Qrow,who is still attempting to wipe all the snow from his body. You smile and walkover to him.

“Here.” You startknocking snow of his chest and shoulders.

He sighs “Guess I lost fair and square.”

“I don’t know if I’d call that exactly ‘fair’, but oh yeah,you definitely lost. Though I thank you for so valiantly stopping my fall, eventhough you then shoved snow down my chest.”

He chuckles and kisses your forehead “Well of course, I’llalways catch you, even if we’re on opposite sides.”

You smile into his chest and feel him shiver. You pull awayand take his hand “Come on, I think the girls will be able to entertainthemselves for a while, let’s go inside and get you warmed up. The cuddleblanket is still on the couch.”

He lets you lead him toward the front door “That’s the bestidea of the day.”