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Twiyor fluff weekend Day 2: fall in love

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Contribution for Twiyor Fluff Weekend

Prompt: Fall In Love

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with you, all in tangles (2)

3 times Yor blows kisses to Twilight and one time Twilight blows a kiss to Yor

For the @twiyorbase fluff fest! No content warnings, T-rating; manga spoilers. One chapter per day matching the daily prompts. Today's prompt: fall in love. And a note: @cantareincminor pointed out that pt 1 reminded of fanart of Yor blowing kisses to Twilight and it turns out there are at least two (2!) amazing pieces out there: this by @tazuransi and also this by @une08! They're both so cute and funny, they must have sunk into my brain, giving inspiration for this fic 😍😘 <- Part one (1) | Part three (+1) ->

Yor waved to Anya as the school bus pulled away and jolted a little in surprise when Twilight took her hand as soon as she'd dropped it from her wave. At her jolt, Twilight loosened his hold, murmured, "We don't have —"

"No!" Yor tightened her hand around his, bringing it up to her chest impulsively. "I'm just... I'm not used to this yet.”

Twilight studied her, and Yor held his gaze through her blush and against the urge to shy away. After a moment, he tipped his head, smiled a little. "All right," and he tugged gently, bringing their hands down to hang between them. "Shall we?"

Strictly speaking, the hospital where Loid worked wasn't exactly on Yor's way to to work. But since... since two days ago, they had walked together each morning. Twilight first, yesterday, to city hall, and now Yor, today, to the hospital.

Two days ago was when Twilight had said, Nothing needs to change, but there's something I want to tell you, and Yor had looked at the stiff hold of his neck, the uncertain cast of his eyes, the way his breathing was just a little elevated, all signs he was nervous, except that while Twilight often felt much more than he was comfortable with, he was never nervous and so she had flustered which had set Twilight to withdraw into himself in a way Yor had learned meant he was trying to think quickly to avoid panic, which made her fluster more, until finally Twilight had blurted out his feelings, and

And everything had stopped.

And Yor had breathed out.

And Twilight looked a little stunned when she smiled at him, even though she felt a little tremulous. When she said, Oh, I feel the same, she had told him softly. I have for months.

And everything had changed.

Or, she supposed it would be more accurate to say, everything was in the process of changing.

Twilight tugged her hand again, and Yor took a step forward, and then, just like that, they were walking together. "Will it be a busy day for you?" he asked.

"Mmm, no, I don't think so," Yor said, looking off to the side to consider. "Actually it's a little quiet at the moment." And in case he was asking about her other work, she added, "No reason for overtime."

Twilight made a thoughtful noise. "So you'll be home for dinner?"

"Mhm, should be!"

"I'm glad to hear it," he said, voice warm in a way that sent little shivers all through her body.

"And your day?" she asked, giving a little swing of their hands between them to release some of those shivers. She felt Twilight's eyes slide to her when she did. Knew he'd be tamping down on some amusement if she looked. Yor bit her lip against her own.

"My day should be fairly normal," Twilight finally answered. "I don't anticipate any extra patients."

"I should hope not," Yor said darkly: extra patients really meant side missions. "You have too much to do as it is. She must give you a break."

Twilight was quiet for a moment, then said in an undertone, "I'll let her know to sleep with one eye open. That she's on your list."

Yor gasped — Does he think I meant I'd break Sylvia — ?! Turned to him urgently. "That isn't what I meant! I would never —"

But Twilight was looking back at her with a mild expression, his eyebrows raised over eyes bright with humour.

"You're teasing me," she accused, and Twilight grinned slightly, "Possibly."

"Loid," Yor complained. But she knew she wasn't fooling him. Her cheeks were warm and her smile was too wide, too pleased, too there. Twilight had been trying to teach her some small amount of acting and subterfuge. She had so far taken to it poorly. 

But, she could tease him, too. Yor lifted her chin, saying, "I'd only do something like that if you gave me very, very good reason. Or,” she raised a finger on her other hand, which was a little awkward, carrying her bag but she ignored that. “Or,” she repeated seriously, “If you ask very, very nicely.”

"I see," Twilight said, and Yor could hear the smile under his serious expression. "It’s always useful to gain insights into the decision making of your employer. I'll bear that in mind."

"Mm. It’s very complicated,” Yor told him lightly. “But I’m sure if you work hard enough at it, you’ll come to understand.” Then, the fizzle of delight overwhelmed, and she laughed. 

Taking her by surprise, Twilight drew to a stop, pulling her around to face him. She opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, when he ducked down, pressed a swift kiss to her cheek.

Yor touched her fingers to the spot he kissed, and blinked up at him as he withdrew. He gave her a small smile, and just as he made as though to keep walking, Yor darted up onto her toes, ducking under his hat to kiss him quickly on the lips.

As she spun away, tugging his hand to continue walking, a quiet, "Hehe!" escaped her. Beside her, Twilight let out a soft breath. It was a sound she had come to understand he made when feeling... When feeling something tender. If he thought Anya was cute, or if he thought Yor was, was... was something. She shied away from naming what that might be. But he was feeling tender, anyway, and that kept her smiling. She was feeling tender, too.

It wasn't long from there to the hospital. They stopped across the street from the entrance, hesitating. It's all so new, Yor thought, looking up into Twilight's soft expression. She felt as though she didn't know what to do so much of the time, and certainly didn't know now. But it wasn't as stressful, this not knowing. This was Twilight after all. He never minded when she didn't know.

And it seemed like he may not know exactly what to do, either.

"Well," he said after a moment. "Have a good day, Yor."

"You too, Loid!" Yor rolled up onto her toes, dropped back down again. "See you later!"

"Mm," Twilight agreed. He looked for a moment like he might kiss her again and Yor's breath caught. But he glanced at the hospital, and evidently thought better of it. With a final squeeze of her hand, he let her go, and started across the street.

Yor waited. She probably should leave too but… She wasn't ready to go. She tightened her hands around the handle of her bag, wanting to watch him for as long as possible. So she stayed, waiting to see him in.

He knew, of course he did, with the finely honed instincts of his trade, that she was still watching. Just before the door he turned, raising his hand in a wave.

Yor lifted her hand to return the wave, then on impulse brought her fingers to her lips instead. Kissed them and blew the kiss to Twilight with a wink.

And it was a thrill, his small smile, his small blush, the way he looked away but ducking his head like he was filled with some emotion he didn't know what to do with. She knew — she understood — Twilight was still learning that it was okay to feel nice and to feel good, and that those things wouldn't be taken away. That Yor wouldn't let them be taken away from him. And that, in particular, he could let Yor make him feel nice and good and safe. That had been from before two days ago, when they were trying to be good friends to one another alongside their other shared responsibilities.

That little duck of his head, that little blush, that little smile, was as loud for Yor as if he'd shouted something to her from across the street. 

She swung her bag, and had a bounce in her step as she turned to her office. The song she hummed was one of Anya's silly little happy songs, and Yor laughed to herself. Maybe Twilight wasn't the only one figuring out how to feel very good and very nice things. Glancing at her watch, she calculated the hours until dinner.

Part three (+1) ->

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WAKE UP, the first edition of Twiyor Fluff Weekend is here! 📢

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There is movement to his left. Swift and sudden and close, too close. Loid jolts, a burning hit of adrenaline crashing into his system. He tugs Anya behind him, his senses crackling ablaze. 

Yor has emerged from the kitchen, silent in that jarring, episodic way of hers. She wears the peculiar expression he’s seen from her a handful of times - flat, dark, penetrating - as if someone has snuffed the flickering warmth from behind her eyes, leaving her hollowed. Her movements are stiff, yet fluid, graceful and ghoulish. Long, pale fingers are wound tight around the hilt of a sinister-looking chef’s knife.

Loid swallows, reigning himself in. A prickle climbs the column of his spine, fine hairs rising along its path at the base of his neck. He hadn’t sensed her approach, not until she was within arm’s reach. Killing distance, a weapon in hand.

Soft, Twilight. You’re losing your edge.

He draws up to his full height. Keeps his sight trained on Yor out of pure instinct, even as she finds him in the shadows, and those ominous features shift back into the woman he married.

Even in near total darkness, her eyes are the color of cherry wine.

This woman is going to be the death of you. 

The thought doesn’t unnerve him in the way that it should. 

“What happened, Loid?” 

“Not sure,” he answers, pressing a palm to the back of his neck, willing the gooseflesh to recede. “There’s a flashlight in the drawer by the kitchen sink. I’m just going to step out and see what’s going on.”

Yor nods in response, taking hold of Anya’s hand. 

Trust is a foreign concept to a spy. A human compulsion trained out of them at the earliest opportunity. And yet it is surprisingly easy for him to step away, to turn his back and cross to the pair of double glass doors that separate their living space from the outside world. 

He is well aware of the kitchen knife still within the grasp of Yor’s free hand. He knows her curious strength, has witnessed her unusual talent with a blade. Still, he turns away, and his wife has every opportunity to sink the cold steel into his back, his neck, the base of his skull. She could end him - clean and effortless - and the greatest spy in Westalis wouldn’t even have time to react. 

Trust is a foolish, fatal mistake. One he makes consciously, deliberately, and without second thought.

Perhaps you would be happy to die at her hands, Agent Twilight. 

Loid pauses, studying the rain-flecked world beyond the glass. The bite of sharpened steel never comes.

- this WIP is taking too damn long, have a second teaser (first teaser can be read here)

[whateversawesome]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Characters: Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Anya Forger, Bond (SPY x FAMILY) Additional Tags: Romance, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Pregnancy, Twilight loves his family, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Omegaverse, Soulmates, Soulmates AU, Happy Ending, A hint of spice, Implied Sexual Content, Twiyor Fluff Weekend Series: Part 2 of Twiyor Omegaverse Summary:

With an expecting wife, a baby on the way, and a daughter that needs his attention, Agent Twilight feels torn between his work as a spy and his family. It's time to make a decision.

Part of the Love Is...

For Twiyor Fluff Weekend, organized by @twiyorbase​

[cantareincminor]

New fic - Heaven's Knife

This is my late submission to Twiyor Fluff Weekend! Yor and Loid attend Camilla and Dominic's wedding, and since it's the first wedding Yor has ever been to, everything feels new and rather intimidating. She also can't help but wonder about all the symbolism and music and her husband's thoughts on the whole thing, since he must have had a wedding similar to this one with his first wife.

And Yuri is there as a groomsman. :D

The title comes from the song I danced to at my own wedding. Heaven's Knife, by Josh Garrels.

[briefhottubcoffee]

Happy Twiyor Fluff Weekend everyone!

Are you like me? Do you think about Loid and Yor falling in love with each other all the time? Then check out my new fic! 🎊

This took me all night. Seriously. I have to go to my nephews baseball game in three hours.

It’s… not very fluffy. But I hope you’ll read and enjoy it anyway!

Like most things with me, it ended up more… 🫣

I’m not even sorry!

[avokado25]

For the @twiyorbase fluff fest✨ Day 1: Blushing.

Twilight didn't expect such a charming reaction from Yor to the flowers he gave her💞

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For the @twiyorbase fluff fest✨ On the topic of "Fall in love"

I'm not getting anything done again ahaha. And again I'm late everywhere

Scene from "Pride and Prejudice"

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«I choose you and me» for @twiyorbase fluff fest💞

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Day 1: blushing

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with you, all in tangles (1)

3 times Yor blows kisses to Twilight and one time Twilight blows a kiss to Yor

For the @twiyorbase fluff fest! No content warnings, T-rating; manga spoilers. One chapter per day matching the daily prompts. Today's prompt: Blush. Title borrowed from Cut to the Feeling by Carly Rae Jepsen 💕 Part 2 (2) ->

It was their third mission together. Something easy, the Shopkeeper had said. For you. We'll see how your Twilight performs.

And Yor was… Yor was seeing.

Their first two missions has been in his world. Tonight's was in hers. Loid-Twilight was backup for her, for Thorn Princess.

He was performing very, very well.

She had always known he was kind and competent and handsome, of course. She'd known that she sort of, kind of, maybe a little bit had something of a crush on him. It's just that it hadn't mattered and hadn't meant anything because everything they were doing was false and anyway, there was nothing about Yor which might draw the attention of Dr Loid Forger in that way. And even if somehow there was, Yor didn't... she didn't like that she had so many lies between him and herself. She struggled enough with that as they were; it made her dizzy, imagining what those lies might do if, if they became — if they became more than —

Then that horrible night happened. Yor learned about Twilight. Twilight learned about Yor. And they both learned about Anya —

Days and days passed with lots of conversation and lots of discussing and lots of disagreeing quietly while pretending in front of Anya that everything was all right (unsuccessfully, because telepath) and being very honest in front of Anya that she had nothing to worry about (successfully, because it was true and also because telepath).

Then WISE contacted Garden and Garden agreed to meet with them, and the conversations became negotiations which included Loid's Handler and her Shopkeeper, and now they were here and doing missions together.

And Yor was being forcibly reminded that she'd never really stopped fancying Loid. Twilight. It had only become more confusing. And it was getting more confusing by the second, because he was incredibly talented. Of course she'd already known that but she hadn't know he was talented like this. And she'd never really thought about men's bodies before except for how to incapacitate or kill them or how to defend against their attacks, but she was thinking about Loid's body now, and how he moved and how he worked and how his hands were very clever and his shoulders a very nice shape and he had excellent foot work and precise muscle control and his waist —

"Thorn Princess?"

Yor bit her lip as her cheeks heated, something fluttery in her chest, in her stomach, and flicked her eyes back to his face. "Mhm?"

Twilight’s expression was mild but she knew that particular light in his eyes: he was frustrated. "I'm not sure how we'll get through,” he said. “WISE's intel must have been outdated; there are more of them than we expected."

"Oh." Yor looked around. They were on some sort of ledge, surrounded by bodies, most she had evidently taken down. She reviewed the assignment. If she wasn't mistaken, the primary client was actually immediately below them, and there ought to be a promenade under the ledge she could use to access his suite. She was confident she could deal with whatever security were physically in with the client, so… "Can you distract these people?"

"Of course," Twilight said. And he often looked unfazed and assured, but how had Yor never noticed how appealing that was before? Something stirred, fluttered, again in her belly. He went on, "But we still need to get two storeys down."

"Is it two floors? I thought his suite was directly below us."

Twilight inclined his head. "The suite has a high ceiling."

"Oh, that's no trouble. If you don't mind distracting these people, I'll finish the assignment."

After a beat where Twilight held her gaze, he asked, "You don't need backup down there?"

"No, but thank you!" Yor said cheerfully. She rolled to the edge of the ledge, and, protected behind a very ugly statue, she stood. There was no railing around the ledge which seemed like a safety risk — what if children ever came up here?! — but was useful for her needs. She stepped back, until her heels were right at the edge. "Don't worry about that!"

"I — if you're sure." He didn't sound doubtful, though Yor couldn't blame him for some hesitation. This wasn't the plan after all and she had long since learned that Loid liked plans! He didn't tend to mind them changing but she suspected he preferred it when he was the one changing them. Still, he was reloading his guns, and then pulling something from his backpack. He looked up at her from his crouch. "Thorn Princess. Yor. Are you sure you don't want backup?"

Butterflies took flight, fluttering sweetly in her in her belly, filling her chest. The way he asked it… As though... as though he cared. About her, about her answer, about what she needed to do her job. She beamed at him, and Twilight looked stunned for just a breath, pink appearing high on his cheeks, and —

And Yor blamed what happened next on the butterflies.

"You don't have to worry about me!" she called. Then she winked, blew him a kiss, and stepped backward off the ledge.

For the whole second it took to drop, her cheeks burning hot enough to heat all of Ostania, her mind was filled with a shriek, What was that?!

Then she landed, and gun shots sounded overhead, and Yor stood. She twirled her stilettos as the guards inside caught sight of her. The work began.

Part 2 (2) ->

[beannoss]

with you, all in tangles (+1)

3 times Yor blows kisses to Twilight and one time Twilight blows a kiss to Yor

For the @twiyorbase fluff fest! No content warnings, T-rating; manga spoilers. One chapter per day matching the daily prompts. Today's prompt: I choose you and me. Li'l bit of spice towards the end of this one. <- Part two (2) | Part four (3, final part) ->

Standing anxiously by the dining table, Yor fretted, looking at Yuri through the serving hatch into the kitchen where he was busy with — something. She wasn't even sure what challenge he’d given Twilight this time around, only that it wasn't going as Yuri wanted.

It never did. Always doomed to failure. Twilight had at least a decade’s experience on Yuri, countless undercover missions where he’d learned countless and often quite random skills… Yor sighed. She didn’t blame Yuri, not really. He didn’t know the truth about Twilight. And the circumstances of their marriage were strange. But also it had been months now (!) and would this just be what it was like for the rest of their lives?!

Yuri had turned his back on Twilight to do something, and Twilight took the opportunity to catch her attention. He raised an eyebrow at her, and Yor's eyes widened. She resisted the urge to cover her face with her hands, mouthed desperately, I'm so sorry! 

But Twilight shook his head, mouthed, It's all right, Yor, back to her. She tried to make her face into an expression that would show she believed him, but going by the way the furrow between his brows had appeared, she obviously failed.

As she tried to think of what to do — how could she end this when Yuri tried to keep her out of it? Even though it was apparently about caring (?) for (??) her (???) ?! —

Twilight glanced at Yuri, still facing away, and then Twilight…

Twilight winked at her. Raised his hand to his lips, kissed his fingers, and blew her the kiss.

Pure shining delight bubbled through her. She covered her mouth but still a giggle escaped. She couldn't fight her smile. Oh, but she loved him so dearly. Twilight flashed a grin, his eyes twinkling at her, and he winked again just as Yuri whirled around.

"Why are you smiling like that?" he demanded of Yor. "Why are you blushing?!" He turned on Twilight: "What's with that smug expression?!" Yor glanced at Twilight, who was looking near-perfectly neutral once more, and what emotion he allowed to bleed through would be better described as long-suffering than smug.

But Yuri wasn't done. Something occurred to him, making him blanch, nearly shouting, "Were you doing something lewd?!"

"Yuri!" It was rare Yor lost her temper fully with him, but any time he commented on her intimacy with Twilight — which admittedly, Yuri's comments were older than their intimacy, older than any of their intimacies, particularly in the context of how long their marriage had supposedly existed. But all of the intimacies she shared with Twilight were still just a little bit tender, and they were sweet, and so very, very hard won for them both, and that made everything all the more precious to her! She didn't like Yuri implying the physical things they did together were bad, or sordid, or something to be embarrassed or ashamed about — !

This was overdue, she knew it was, but Yuri would just need to learn, even if her lesson was coming late. "That’s enough, Yuri! If you can't keep your rude questions to yourself, then you have to go!"

He immediately turned contrite, but Yor remembered these kinds of turns from when he had started to test boundaries in adolescence. If she relented now, again, he would never stop. She had already relented far too often. 

"No," Yor took careful hold of his shoulders and guided him to the door as he begged her forgiveness. But that was part of the problem, wasn't it? Only trying to do right by her, never ever making any attempt with Twilight. Never understanding that now to do right by her, he needed to respect her husband, too. She put her foot down. "You can come back when you have an apology for Loid."

"Aw, Siiiiiiis!"

"Out!"

Leaning against the door shut behind him, she heard Yuri muttering in the hall, arguing with himself about apologizing, before finally swearing and stomping away. She sighed. She didn't want to stay like this for long... Yes. She would go visit him tomorrow, and have a proper conversation. As it was…

Yor looked over at Twilight, who had come to the edge of the kitchen, watching her. He raised his eyebrows at her — Are you okay? —

"I’m sorry," she said in lieu of answering the unspoken question. "I don't know why he gets so worked up."

But he waved off her apology, and didn't press her for an answer. Instead, after a short pause, he said thoughtfully, "Something lewd..."

"Oh god. I really am sorry."

"No, I mean, I think he was onto something."

"Eh?" Yor blinked. Then looked more closely at Twilight.

The exasperation was gone. His eyes were still twinkling at her like they had when he’d blown her the kiss, and with that memory came a renewed bubble of joy that brought fresh warmth to her cheeks. And... beneath the twinkle in his eyes, there was a rising intent she recognized, that her body immediately responded to. She bit her lip, shifting her weight as the space between them charged. His tongue appeared, wet his lips as soon as her eyes fell to his mouth.

He made a show of checking his watch when Yor took a step towards him. "Yuri's left early,” he said, reaching for her, “Anya won't be home for another fifty minutes," his voice was low and inviting. He pulled her close. "Time enough for one or two lewd things."

Yor stretched her arms up around his neck. “Do you have any ideas?”

Twilight ducked his head, whispered in her ear, heat spilling through her as he answered. “What do you think?” he murmured, warm breath dusting her neck, his hands slipping under the fabric of her sweater.

“Hmmmm.” Her breath hiccuped when his fingers glanced up the line of her spine. She rose to her toes, whispered her own ideas in his ear as he bowed his head to her.

Twilight cleared his throat, leaned back a little, holding her waist. “We're at an impasse of good ideas.”

Yor pulled her arms back, skimmed her hands over the rounds of his shoulders. “Should we negotiate?”

“Something lewd from both sides?”

“Something adult,” she suggested, tracing her fingers just under the band of his trousers.

“Something wicked.” His thumbs pressing circles into the skin of her sides, distracting.

Yor was a little breathless, “Something fun.”

Twilight let out a soft breath. “I was taking fun for granted.” He sounded so assured, so at ease, so tempting. With a rush of hungry affection, Yor surged up onto her toes, sunk one of her hands into his hair to keep him close, and kissed him deeply.

His arms around her waist, Twilight mumbled, "Forty-three minutes now," into the kiss, and Yor broke away.

"Oh no," she breathed, "And we still have to negotiate." She laughed, leaning back, trusting his hold.

Twilight kissed the underside of her jaw. "I think I'll acquiesce to all demands," he murmured, mouthing down her throat.

"Oh! Well tha—ah! Twilight — that's not very f-fair to you —"

"Yor," Twilight sighed impatiently.

What am I thinking?! "You're right!" Immediately extracting herself from his hold, she took his hand. “Thank you for being so generous in defeat,” she added, pulling him along as she hurried towards their bedroom.

“Mmm, only this time,” Twilight qualified lightly, following close, the fingers of his free hand warm with pressure on her lower back.

“Ooh, I look forward to being thoroughly bested next time then,” she replied brightly, tripping into their room when he crowded up behind her. With a breathless laugh, Yor reached around Twilight to close the door after them.

Part four (3, final part) ->

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