#im contemplating making this a thing on ao3 lmaoo

[pocket-vvardvark]

WIP wednesday

Ty for the tag @skyrim-forever @theoneandonlysemla @sulphuricgrin @thequeenofthewinter !!! <3

I'd like to tag: @scholarlyhermit @fangsandsoftgrass @aviel-the-trans-bucket @progmetol @sanza-17 @madamefluffnstuff @lathepoquerose @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @yansurnummu no pressure! <33

Okay, the Angelica and Verandis thing was not supposed to progress into...whatever this is, but ya hot ancient vampire man has me dead lol

Under the cut bc it's long asf so sorry lol 😭

It was a surprisingly slow day at Castle Ravenwatch. With everyone working on their respective reports, Verandis sat in his office contemplating Gwendis’ recent findings. Maybe it was time to take a break as his thoughts began to drift towards the recent hero of Rivenspire and the woman he met last night. Different as they might be, it was perplexing that the more he pondered, the more he found similarities between his newly trusted associate and Angelica. Perhaps it was their striking red hair, or the alabaster hue of their skin, both of which they seemed to possess. Frowning, Verandis searches his brain further for similarities beyond mere flesh, but he doesn't know enough about the blasted scamp to explore that possibility. 

Sighing, the count moves away from the piles of papers on his desk. He walks towards the halls, stepping down the corridor until he reaches the stairs. The scent of another catches his attention. From behind the great doors of castle Ravenwatch is the thundering pulse of someone’s heartbeat. A few people come to mind, but only one stands out to him—Angelica. Gods, it would be far too soon to put up with her antics. There she is, standing outside with the grin of a banekin. Clutching the door with barely concealed aggravation, he takes her appearance in. Wearing nothing but a low-cut dress and a wide-brimmed hat, she’s patting blush upon her cheeks. 

“Darling.” A row of straight, pearly whites are flashed as she slips the compact down her bra.

A sharp breath leaves his nostrils in an attempt to remain polite, fingers digging into the doorframe.

“Ah, Angelica. What can I do for you?” Hopefully, she would take the flatness in his voice as a hint to scurry off.

Preening, she parts her hair to the side before giving him her full attention. 

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s nothing…nefarious.” Her reference to their prior conversation greatly vexes him. Unfortunately, his annoyance increases the pleasure in her expression fivefold. 

“Of course, just as you implied the other day. I’ll believe you.” 

She proudly states the words left unsaid, “Until I give you a reason not to? How pragmatic, count.” Winking, she allows herself in at his behest. Promptly shutting the door, Verandis watches with tired eyes as Angelica prances forth.

His lips press into a firm line just as the rowdiest of his wards bounds down the stairs, haphazardly skipping steps. The red-headed bosmer’s steps change at the sight of Angelica. Stalking forward, her hands grip the belt which holds a pair of twin axes. 

Clearing his throat, Verandis prepares to introduce the eccentric woman by his side to end whatever dispute his ward would no-doubt initiate. 

“Verandis, who’s this? She smells like…decay.” 

Odd as it was, Gwendis was correct. Whether it was from dealings with the undead or alchemical ingredients, he couldn’t be sure why Angelica’s scent lingered with grave dust and stale dirt pitifully masked with expensive perfume.

Angelica taps his ward’s wrinkled nose much to the shorter vampire’s chagrin, “Caught that, did you? This little darling sure has a nose on her, hm?” Feigning thought, she stamps a heel against the marbled floor, “As much as I adore practicing the necromantic arts, I do so loathe the fragrance of death it brings along with it.”

Gwendis’ brows shoot up to her hairline, preparing to stagger forward and cut Angelica into ribbons. Verandis promptly waves a hand, stopping her would-be assault.

“Gwendis, please.” He exasperates, brows pinched painfully, “She is a…guest.” Uninvited guest, really.

Squinting, Gwendis gives Angelica one more once-over before finally lowering her hackles. 

“Fine, but I’ll be watching you…”

Sensing Gwendis’ grasp of her name, she provides it with a ridiculously theatrical bow. 

“Angelica Wintersong.” Dramatically flaunting her arms in fanfare, she raises her head, “Necromancer, translator, and the occasional alchemist, at your disposal.”

Verandis and Gwendis share a look—confusion mixed with disbelief. 

Tilting her head, Gwendis studies Angelica with a suspicious squint, a thumb and fore-finger pinching her ivory-colored chin. 

"Wintersong? No way, you’re—”

Letting out an undignified snort before Gwendis can speak further, Angelica wipes an imaginary tear from her already oozing smoky-eye. “Alethia’s sister? You didn’t truly think my appearance was a mere coincidence, did you?”

The air is much lighter now that her connection with their trusted ally is known. Alethia is a proud associate of House Ravenwatch, so he hoped they would get used to her sister’s presence as well. 

Pushing her long hair off her shoulder, Angelica rests her hands upon her hips. With a twinkle in her eye that spells trouble, she and the count exchange a glance. 

“I’ve decided I'll be staying here, Count.”

The divines must be testing him. “Pardon?” He fumbles slightly, already feeling a headache coming on. 

She shrugs, adjusting her hat, “House troubles.”

“If I recall correctly, that house is new. It appeared to be fine, but I suppose this is the part where you tell me about the, ah, house troubles you so delicately put?”

Curling a red strand around her pointer finger, Angelica sighs wistfully, lips pulled into a pout, “Is it such a crime that I wish to be near the father of my child?”

A chill fills the depths of his stomach; had he remembered incorrectly? Did something happen that night she pulled him in like a moth drawn to a flame? If he weren't so controlled, surely his cheeks would have been aflame with embarrassment. Ignoring Gwendis' strangled noise of shock, he heaves a sigh and massages the bridge of his nose.

“You—you slept with her?” Too late, Gwendis is already shaking the fabric of his robes in disbelief while pointing at the melodramatically posed woman before him. 

Firmly, but gently tugging her hands off his robes, Verandis gives his ward an exhausted smile. 

“Gwendis, child, leave us for a moment.” The bosmer’s sulk stabs at his heart, but it's for the best that she does not see any more than she has.

“But, why? You're always hiding things from us, Verandis. That's how...how we almost lost you.” 

She was right, of course. The only reason he'd been saved from the clutches of Coldharbour was his ward’s genius paired with Alethia’s assistance. 

Finally, Angelica allows her little ploy to be foiled. Groaning, she waves a playful hand, “Oh, I was only teasing. You didn't touch me, count. Although…” she appears thoughtful, before seizing him with a smile that rivaled the most unrestrained he's ever witnessed.

“I wished you had.” 

Twice now, the air has been cleared, relaxing both the count’s and Gwendis’ stiff posture.

“Must you be this difficult?” Verandis angles the ashen-colored woman with a disapproving frown, brows low in an attempt to stifle her mischievousness. 

Rolling her eyes, she sticks her tongue out childishly, flashing a simple gold piercing that catches the light. 

“Only for you, honey.” Winking, her heels are muffled beneath the carpet as she makes way for the decadent stairwell. 

“You need me by your side, Count. A translator, alchemist, and necromancer?” Checking her nails briefly, she glances upwards, commanding his attention with a strange look. “I'd say you're getting quite the bargain.” 

Mulling over his options, Verandis thinks carefully on Angelica’s offer. Beneath her peculiar persona, he could sense there was a demand in her words—a threat hidden behind a compromise. 

“I'm not entirely convinced of your motives, nor do I wish to involve Alethia in the events that you do become a problem.” It's a diplomatic move to bring her sister into this as an opposing threat to thwart any damage done by Angelica. He does so in hopes she will be tame, if only to save her sister’s good name. 

“But, I do admit we are severely lacking in translators and alchemists. If you wish to stay here, I need to know you'll behave accordingly.”

Her gaze from the stairway softens into something familiar. Alethia often made the same expression after healing an injured ally or double-checking on his or his ward’s faculties.

Leaning forward, she rests her cheek on her palm with a faraway look.

“Count.” Their eyes meet, and he is enraptured by her stare. No longer the calamitous silver that beckons a storm, they are softer with a touch of warmth from the midday sun.

Exploring his own carmine orbs, her smile lessens into something genuine.

“I am trouble, but not without purpose. You'll have to put your trust in me until I can return the favor, but…I can promise you one thing.” Her lashes flutter, tilting her head at the perfect angle to capture his heart. 

“I'll protect each and every one of you until my very last breath.” With that odd promise, she takes off bounding upstairs to claim whatever free bed she can. 

Sharing a look with his ward one last time, Verandis’ exasperation tinges with a subtle amount of fondness for this strange woman’s antics. As pesky as she can be, perhaps this alliance would prove beneficial. 

[aerequets]

Hello again!

I was wondering if you had any spy x family fic recs that are twiyor centric? AUs? I’m having trouble finding ones that are what I’m looking for. Ratings don’t matter. Anything from G to E would be appreciated! Thank you!!

boy oh BOY do i have twiyor fic recs !!!! it's like basically all i read LMAO and i am always on a hunt for more. i feel like i have read through a good chunk of what's on ao3 and i still feel starved. there's always my bookmarks you can sift through for twiyor fics, but for some more curated recommendations (and this is not gonna include all the ones i've lost my mind over, that's far too many, this is just what i can remember off the top of my head):

the living blues by @nire-the-mithridatist

GOD it would be such an understatement to say i am a huge fan of not only this work but EVERY WORK by this author because SHE HAS A WAY WITH WORDS OKAY. i avoid angst like the plague but i saw the happy ending tag to this fic and IT DIDN'T DISAPPOINT (chapter 6 is gonna be an epilogue)!!!!!!! AUGHHH this isnt even a good review im just yelling but yeah this is really good and also pretty much everything else by this author, i'll say it now so this list doesn't have numerous fics by the same person just do yourself a favor and read through what she's got if you haven't already

rated T, 5/6 chapters, currently 14k words

(edit: completed!)

With Kid Gloves by crownofrosegold on ao3

4 words: Mr Darcy Hand Flex

rated G, 1/2 chapters, currently 2.5k words

(edit: completed!)

the most yearning, pining, longing fic ever with the least physical touch ever. loid traces yor's gloves in his pocket with his thumb and its somehow intimate. yeah

it's been a hot minute since it's updated but the first chap can kinda be read as a standalone (to me) which is why i rec, even though i personally only go after finished fics for my own sanity :^) also its just too darn cute how can i not

How to Be a Supportive Husband by @nemaliwrites

rated T, 1/1 chapters, 910 words

short and sweet drabble of the most simpiest loid post reveal. what more could you want

MISSION: Bottom Feeder by SilverSupa on ao3

rated T, 2/4 chapters, currently 9.5k words

this one is just too good and funny LMAOO yor and loid are Peak Stupid and also Peak Attracted To Each Other so it's just. mm good mix. this one's also been a hot second since it's last update but i love it too much so its on this list

even when we're not together (will you stay with me?) by JaMills on ao3

rated T, 1/1 chapters, 4.5k words

gosh this is another one of those super good reads that make you sit and think after you're done. soulmate AU where they swap bodies as children until they meet. personally i'm not the most dedicated reader of aus where yor and loid meet as kids, but the way its handled here is just so good and adds to the story. it's also part of a series and the next installment is equally as good. this is another one of those authors that has a lot of quality stuff (although there's a good dash of angst which i keep my distance from JKFHISDH) so look through their page!

Enough by Frotu on ao3

rated T, 1/1 chapters, 4k words

EHEHE THIS ONE HAS ME GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET FR it is soooo cute. typical thing of yors coworkers getting into her head, she asks loid if what they have is enough, and... well.... you can read what happens from there ;] (spoiler: it's very cute)

a dream in charmeuse by selfetish (@selfetishizing ) on ao3

rated T, 2/2 chapters, 12k words

oh gosh, the prose in this is just?? so insanely good??? its such a pretty read. this is twiyor, yes, but it's also a deep dive into femininity and yor's understanding/rediscovery of it. i remember the first time i read it the opening scene of the first chapter was just so GOOD to me, i was like OMG i am not gonna forget this this is so iconic AND IT IS!!!!! i love me a good yor centric fic. we usually get more of twilight contemplation (i mean he has got the whole mission thing going on and hes our resident overthinker so, understandable) but this was such a nice look into yor's..,, like, fundamental building blocks?? if that makes sense?? its just good ok read it

"The Five Times Loid Forger Went Topless In Front of His Wife and the One Time She Reciprocated" Or “Bare-Chested in Berlint” by Talik_Sanis on ao3

rated M, 6/6 chapters, 17.5k words

that title should tell you all you need to know right LMAOOO it's just yor being incredibly horny, like embarrassingly so. she lacks a grip

again this is just 8 fics, where my bookmarks list are over 200 (yeesh) so feel free to look through those. i've also got some fics, most of which are twiyor lmao (brainrot i told you). and don't forget to show these awesome authors some love!

[gargalesthesia]

kiribaku month day one: strawberries!

AHHHHH IM LATE TO KIRIBAKU MONTH!!!!!

ill basically be posting tiny one shots on here that have to do with the prompts! so keep up with me! (i dont have ao3 but if anyone wants to post it on there for me please let me know and give proper credit!)

day one: strawberries (under the cut)

title: it’s a strawberry sort of day :DDD

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“What the fuck?” Katsuki gaped at his phone, the opened message staring back at him. The sound of music replayed over and over again as he tried to get his bearings, mouth suddenly dryer than before.

Eijirou’s abs stared back at him like a challenge. They were taunting him, fuck, with how big they were and how motherfucking jacked Eijirou looked in the video. 

How has Katsuki never noticed how hot his best friend looked before? Literally all he was doing before this fucking moron decided to text him was watching Avengers. He could’ve been contemplating this instead. Why wasn’t he?

What the fuck??????

In his state of shock (and sexual frustration), Katsuki accidentally dropped his phone on his face, leaving a cartoonish-ly big bump on his forehead. “Ow! Fuck!”

He groaned quietly before picking it back up and switching back to the tab with his messages to Eijirou.

Shitty Hair (3:54)

hey,,, bakubrooo! guess who just downloaded tiktik ;)))

Shitty Hair (3:54)

aidjhnwksj sorry sorry tiktok**

Shitty Hair (3:55)

ill send you my first video :,D

Shitty Hair (3:56)

~video link sent~

Shitty Hair (3:56)

there you go!! 

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The caption read: “Its a strawberry sort of day :DDD” Eijirou sat on his balcony chair. He was stretching his arms up and over his head, but honestly that wasnt Katsuki’s problem right now.

His problem was that Eijirou had his shirt off.

Eijirou. Had. His. Shirt. Off.

It looked like he was trying to do some pre-workout stretches, smiling big at the camera as text popped up on the screen.

‘What To Do Before Working Out!’

After Eijirou had shown the stretches that Katsuki had seen so many times before when training together, he was suddenly in the dorm kitchens grabbing a snack from the fridge.

Another piece of text. ‘Make sure to eat healthy and properly! Stay safe!’

He was holding strawberries with that stupidly shark-toothed grin of his. And thats when the video ended.

Let’s take a moment to mention how fucking weird the music and video combination mixed.

Eijirou chose a random audio from tiktok, and it went a little something like “look at you strawberry blonde.” Which couldn’t have been any more unfitting.

But still, Katsuki couldn’t comprehend the way that Eijirou’s muscles rippled as he stretched, or how bright he looked under the sun. Or how he looked so happy to just be eating strawberries.

Fucking strawberries.

Katsuki’s phone buzzed again a few minutes later.

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Shitty Hair (4:03)

heyy??? bakugou????? you there? i heard something drop? are you okay??

Shitty Hair (4:04) 

have you watched the video haha? i dont know if it was good or not lmao- but it looks like its getting a lot of likes and comments so i guess it went well!!

Bakugou (4:05)

Fuck off. It wasn’t that good, red-haired loser.

Shitty Hair (4:05)

awhhh but you watched it though!!! so if youre not yelling at me to delete it it passed the bakubro vibe check >:DDD

Bakugou (4:05)

Shut up and fucking die. 

Shitty Hair (4:06) 

lmaoo! you wouldnt want me to anyways ;)

Shitty Hair (4:06)

ah knee ways

Shitty Hair (4:06)

you still up for some practice sparring matches?

Shitty Hair (4:07)

i’ll treat you to some ice cream after!!

Katsuki bit his lip unconsciously as he sat up, leaning against the wall. Well, why thirst over a video when you have the real thing right fucking there?

He shot off a quick text.

Bakugou (4:08)

Fucking fine. Meet me at the common room, and don’t be late. Strawberry ice cream.

Shitty Hair (4:08)

its a date and i wouldn’t miss it for the world, blasty mcsplode!! ill see you there ;))) 

Bakugou (4:09)

Fuck off and die you motherfucker.

~end~

please keep in mind that this was written at 2:30 am because i didnt want to upload late, so the writing’s a little off haha-

ill see you guys in the next writing prompt!