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violet-eng · 11 months

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Drunk!Loid Forger x wife!fem!reader | NSFW 🔞

Summary: Loid comes home very late drunk after going out drinking with Franky. He fucks you drunk.

Warnings: Porn with no plot lol. Smut +18. Oral fem! Masturbation. Inappropriate use of belt. Spanking. P i v. Unprotected sex, mention of pregnancy. MDNI

Wc: idk like 3k?

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For Agent Twilight, there was something pleasurable about playing Loid Forger, the carelessness that the peaceful family man could indulge in from time to time without suffering any major consequences...like the night Franky had invited him out for a drink.

Twilight was a man of strong drinks, the kind that go to your head and detach you from reality by ripping your thoughts and every last drop of consciousness from your brain... he was addicted to those drinks because he could stand them, because they were no challenge for the best spy in Westalis.

However... along with the wonderful, sweet personality that the Loid Forger brings with him, certain misplaced platitudes fall upon Twilight. Twilight was a cold man of steady mettle and pure stoicism, a determination that could not be eclipsed by mundane feelings like... falling in love....

The fusion of his alter ego as Loid Forger with that of his original identity as Twilight had led him to the very night he stumbled back to your house, his hand covering his face in search of relief from the terrible headache.

He doesn't turn on the kitchen light because he knows you're sleeping in their shared room, and he doesn't make any noise when he fills a glass of water because he's afraid of disturbing your sleep.

You, his beautiful and efficient wife, what more could he ask for but a devoted woman like you. Fuck... if only his mission would never end... he wouldn't have to leave you.

"Loid..." you whisper from the living room, peering over the wall. He woke you up... you can't see him in this state, he can't talk in this state. If he confesses anything now, if he gets carried away with his feelings for you, anything would jeopardize the mission...

Come on, Twilight, think fast. He shakes his head as he returns to his role as Loid Forger.

"Y/n, my dear. I'm sorry I woke you," the voice is calm, even though your name falls from his lips in a frenzy of emotions.

"You came back late," you add, emerging from your hiding place and walking towards him, who stops breathing for a moment.

The dim light illuminates your figure, you are wearing only one of his shirts, which covers the skin above your thighs, and a pair of white wool stockings. Your hair is down, and it seems to Twilight that you look perfect in this moment, with these clothes and this warm light.

Damn, she looks so...

"I'm... I'm sorry, I went out for a drink with Franky. I didn't think I'd be back so late," he stammers for a moment. What are you doing to him? What effect do you have on him that he can't control his emotions?

"I see," you smile, "your cheeks are pink, you look lovely"

"No... no, of course not," he turns his face away, lips parted and cheeks burning.

What are you doing, Twilight, regain your composure.

"I missed you," you confess, embracing him from behind, wrapping your arms around his waist and letting them fall to his stomach, filling his breath with your scent, your lemon and honey scent reaching into the deepest recesses of his mind, taking over his consciousness and his last shred of self-control.

I am Twilight... and I am fucked... I want to fuck her tonight like I've wanted to fuck her for months.

You are completely unaware of the man on top of you. He has carried you into the bedroom in one swift, nimble movement, stealthily and carefully. He has laid you down on the mattress and is now attacking your neck with his lips.

Whiskey breath surrounds your mind, your consciousness is clouded and your heart is disturbed by the frenzy of your husband's kisses, causing sensual gasps on your skin. Loid's hands run through your hair, tangling behind your neck to give him more access to your neck and chin, devouring your surface with hunger and desire.

You are completely immobilized by his muscular body, and by the surprise that his behavior has caused you, you feel your heart in your throat, the beats echoing in your ears, only eclipsed by his moaning when he touches the valley of your breasts through your shirt.

"Loid~" you bite your lip and try to push him away with both hands, but it's no use, Loid is so much stronger than you. Has he always been like this?

"You have no idea how you turn me on," he whispers, almost on the verge of madness, his throat is choked and he holds back his tongue that wants to run all over your body.

He sits on top of you, you find relief in being able to breathe normally for a moment as you see him unbutton his shirt, opening it with a jerk to expose his chiseled abdomen. It's not the first time you've looked at him without his clothes on, but you always marvel at the way his muscles stand out against his skin, the way a few scars frame his pecs and abdomen.

You reach out and touch his skin, the line between his chiseled abs, in a reflexive action. Having him so close, like this, awakens a vulgar side in you that only he knows.

"Patience," he whispers, the tone deep and punctuated with a lustful gasp.

He throws the cloth away from the bed and leaves his hands on the belt of his pants. His movements are desperate yet unmistakable, he is quite skilled for being so drunk.

His pants are on the floor next to his shirt and boxers, he holds the belt between his hands and strokes the leather with his fingers, a dark idea floating in his mind.

"Loid..." you get his attention, only to meet a dark stare, bathed in malice.

"I have plans for you, y/n" his smile is evil, but it turns you on, fuck, you've never seen this side of your husband before.

Loid made love to you, when you slept together he was the soft and gentle type who cared more about your satisfaction than his own. He didn't play with you, he didn't tempt you and he didn't make you beg. His gaze was always loving, full of sincere and genuine affection. His kisses were chaste, almost as if you would break if he came any closer, and his thrusts were gentle, so that he could feel you clearly and not hurt you.

And he didn't cum inside you because he knew you weren't ready to be pregnant, because it was enough to take care of Anya, another child would be too much work for both of you... so when you were done, he bathed you and fell asleep next to you, framing your form with a protective hug and sweet, almost poetic words in your ear until you were both asleep. Loid was a sweet and loving husband...

That was Loid, and it was okay... for you... because for Twilight, it was a nightmare.

He hated going slow, he hated not being able to bite your skin or leave marks between your legs, and worst of all, he hated you moaning a name that wasn't even his. That's why tonight, he would completely take over Forger's identity, kill Loid, and do to your body what Twilight had wanted to do since he first saw you.

"Shit," he grunts as he takes his member in his hand and fucks him with his fist, throwing his head back. Just the thought of fucking you that night had turned him on.

You look at him with great surprise, you've never seen Loid masturbate before and you didn't think the first time would be while he was on top of you. The way his ragged breathing lifts his chest, the way his muscles flex as he jerks his arm, and especially the way he moans your name as the red head of his cock drips pre-cum.

Even though you are completely unaware of this behavior, you can't take your eyes off of him. You slip a hand under your clothes, rifling through your panties in search of your clit, throbbing at the image of Loid above you. Your wrist is gripped by Loid's hand, which leans over you with a tight grip and whispers into your ear.

"Not yet. I haven't given you permission," the voice is unrecognizable, Loid has never used such a low tone.

He undoes the buttons of your shirt, pulling the fabric apart as he dips his face between your bare breasts, sliding the fabric under your shoulders as you squirm from the soft bites he leaves around your nipples.

He circles his tongue around the buttons of your breasts as he runs his hands all over you, from your sides to your arms, lifting them above your head. Loid touches you as if he has never touched a woman before.

He takes the belt and holds your wrists above your head, watching you from his position, like a hunter watching his prey. You let yourself be taken in by his bizarre game, maybe it's a fantasy he's wanted to fulfill for a long time and now he has the confidence to do it, you think.

And the reality is that Twilight fucks like this because he knows he's going to fuck you so good that you'll want to push it away with all your might.

He leaves a trail of kisses all over your face, down your chin, your neck, between your breasts and your stomach, around your waist and down to your hips, where he holds the elastic of your panties, fucking soaked with your juices.

He glances at you before tearing the thin fabric, and for a moment you can see the face of an unknown man, his face completely changed by the lust he is releasing at that moment. Leaning back on his elbows, he spreads your legs and rests them on his shoulders, licking his lips as he watches your dripping pussy.

With his fingers he gently caresses your valley and the edge of your hole, his finger grazes your clitoris, eliciting a moan from you.

He looks at you from between your legs, analyzes your face and the surroundings, and you swear his mind is going a mile a minute right now."What are you thinking about?" you ask embarrassed.Loid turns his gaze back to you, the blue of his eyes seeming darker than before.

"I was debating whether to gag you or not, I don't want to wake the kid."

"I won't make any noise... I... I promise," you say hesitantly, because you don't believe your own words.

"I want to hear you hold back," he smiles, the corner of his lip turning to the side.

He dips his face between your legs, his nose brushing your skin, his fingers parting your folds, his tongue moving from the base to the top. You shiver at the passage of his tongue as it begins to wiggle around your clit. It is delicate, gentle, as it always has been... but he seems to enjoy it more than before.

He gasps as he moves his head, his fingers spreading your folds further apart and you feel the warmth of his breath on your entrance. He doesn't tire, he doesn't stop, in fact, with each movement he seems more energetic than before.

He continues to caress your clit with his tongue, sucking on the small nub that makes you arch your back and hold back the moans that want to escape your mouth. You feel Loid's tongue at your entrance and his nose brushing your clit, then a finger slips gently inside you, followed by another.

His fingers are long, calloused, and surprisingly dexterous. He finds your spot almost immediately and you feel like you're seeing stars. His tongue doesn't leave your clit, your button is swollen and he sucks on it passionately while his fingers abuse your sensitive spot inside you.

Your walls close over his fingers, he thrusts in and out, fucking you wonderfully with his digits, while your ecstasy grows in your belly from his skillful tongue.

He lets out a hot gasp against your skin, and the sound of his fingers soaked in your juices floods the room, it seems harder and harder to contain your moans. You bite your lip hard as he makes a soft stroke over your button, his fingers digging deep inside you.

He makes a curious movement, lifting his fingers and seeming to increase his speed, he uses his other hand to mistreat your clit, with his elbows he spreads your legs. You can't close them, you want to, you want him to stop, you feel the burning in your stomach and in your legs. He lowers his face again to the level of your sex, just when it seems he is finished, he continues, his tongue abusing your hole and your clit in perfect synchrony, a hand runs down your belly and catches your breast.

"Loid~" you let out his name in an anxious moan "Ah~ Loid..."

That name, he thinks, his mouth and mind focused on your sex... I am that now, I am Loid Forger, this is my wife, and I will see to it that she can't get out of bed for days.

"Loid," you add, taking his hair between your fingers, your bound wrists making movement difficult.

"Mmh?" he whispers still between your legs, the vibrations of his voice sending electric waves up your spine.

"Since when... you're so good... so good at this," your words are cut off by a dirty moan that slips from between your lips. It hurts, it hurts not to be able to make a sound, it hurts not to be able to scream out how good your husband is eating you right now.

"What do you mean?" he asks, he knows exactly what you mean, but he likes to play with your mind, right now.

His movements are synchronized again and your mind is confused as you feel your orgasm erupt. Loid has never made you come with his tongue alone. And he hasn't lasted this long. It's different, he behaves differently.

You're breathing hard, your mind a whirlwind, and even more so as you watch Loid savor the nectar that has stained his fingers. His tongue dances erotically between his digits, and his gaze is all on you.

"I missed your taste. Much better than whiskey," he says.

You pick up your legs, thinking he is done, and when you go to ask him to untie your hands, you feel him flip your hips. The movement is quick, almost imperceptible, your face is glued to the sheet, and when you go to protest the sudden change of position, you feel him sink deep inside you.

"Loid!" the cry you let out is unmistakable. It hurt, but it also felt so good. He pushes your walls apart with his cock, molding your insides for him. He leaves a resounding slap on your butcheek and you hear him laughing behind you.

"Just what I wanted to hear," he says.

He pulls back, letting the head tease your entrance, your sodden pussy contracting to nothing, and he slips back in, whole, as far as your cervix will allow. You feel the crash of his hips against your ass and his balls slapping against your skin. His hands are anchored to your hips, leaving occasional slaps on your now pink skin. He's ramming you like an animal, the pace is fast and the force is enormous.

You tremble, your face sunk into the mattress, your forehead rubbing against the sheet from your husband's movements, your elbows in front of your head and your hands raised as if in prayer.

"Loid~ please...more...slower," you moan, almost sobbing.

Each thrust is accompanied by moans from both of you, his moans dark in comparison to yours, and in the background the grinding of the bed and the banging of the headboard against the wall. He moves like he's never moved before, fucks you like he's never fucked you before.

His fingers slide under your belly, touching your clit, you let out another scream at the overstimulation, and begin to move your hips in time to his fingers. Your breasts are massaged by his other hand, fully attended.

"Loid, Loid I..." you don't know what to say, the sentences you blurt out are meaningless, pleasure clouds your mind and all you hear is Loid's low growl behind you.

"You have no idea," he whispers in your ear and leans over you. You feel his chest against your back, your pussy shuddering at the change in position and the sudden cessation of his assault. "You have no idea how many times I've wanted to fuck you like this."

He spreads your lips with his fingers and your tongue tastes your own taste and a hint of the whiskey he'd had a few hours ago.

"m gonna fuck you until that little pussy of yours breaks, did you hear me?" he demanded grabbing a fistful of your hair and lifting your head.

"Yes... yes I heard you" you blurted out between moans. You couldn't say no, you didn't want to.

He continues his onslaught, more violent than the previous ones, expanding your walls, opening you wide for him, throwing your head back in an avid attempt to enjoy every nook and cranny of your loins. It feels as if it's going to pierce you at any moment, hammering against your spot abruptly, relentlessly.

You turn your head to look at him in the mirror, head back, eyes closed and lips parted, letting out low moans. His arms, muscles tense as his hands hold your hips, holding you in place. His hips move deftly, forcefully, he knows how to align himself perfectly before entering you again.

And you, your back is arched perfectly, your ass vibrates with each thrust and your breasts jiggle in frenzy from the onslaught of his cock. Your cheeks are pink, your lips swollen, your forehead sweaty.

"So good" you hear Loid, who leaves his hand on the back of your neck, returning to your starting position.

You reach your second orgasm without even recovering from the first, and Loid cums inside you soon after.

"I like that you have stamina," he says, turning your body around without coming out of you, his movements continuing, resuming the frantic rhythm of a few seconds ago.

You don't have stamina, fuck no, of course not. But there's not much you can do when your hands are tied and held down by a burly man taller than you. You tell him you can't take it anymore, you feel like you're going to pass out, but fuck, how good it feels when he caresses your waist while he fucks you in that position.

He hides his face in your neck, strokes your hair, frames your cheek with his hand. Untie your hands without looking, and you finally feel free enough to anchor yourself to his back, marking his skin with your nails and playing with his hair.

Loid's favorite position is missionary, because he can smell you as he penetrates you, because he has access to you in every possible way, because he intertwines his hands with yours above your head and whispers that he loves you, over and over and over again.

"Say my name," he whispers, his voice drowned out by your shoulder, "say my name, please.

"Loid," you whisper again and again as you wrap your legs around his waist and your hands find comfort in his.

He kisses you, kisses you as if he had never kissed you before, as if with one kiss he could suck your soul and keep you in his chest forever. With this kiss, he tears away all your doubts and strengthens the promise of a life together with you.

He will not leave you, he tells you fervently, he swears on his life that he will never leave you, that he will put a child in you and that he will not leave this family.

"I hope you will accept me as I am," he whispers.

"Oh, Loid," you smile as you cling to him in an embrace, your legs feeling your third orgasm approaching,

"Loid~ I love you...".

There are no words to describe this night, it has drained you of all your energy, you feel almost sick, weak and completely out of control.Loid hugs you to his chest and covers you with the sheets, leaving a kiss on your forehead and whispers how well you took it.

"Loid..." you whisper.

"Yes?"

"You don't have to ask me to accept you...I love you in every possible way. If this is your way of telling me that I need to get to know you better, I am ready to do so. If I discover another phase of you, as I did today, I will be more than happy to do so," you look at him smiling, "I have noticed that you have many faces that I don't know, Loid Forger.

Loid Forger, he thinks, the man of a thousand faces... doesn't sound bad.

He knows he'll have to tell you about his mission someday, but now is not the time, not after he's shed his facade and shown you an authentic side of himself. Even though he knows you'll understand, he doesn't want to risk everything, at least not yet... later, when you know Twilight better, he can tell you everything... and stay with you. ....

#spy x family loid #loid x reader #loid smut #loid forger x reader #loid forger smut #sxf loid #spy family #loid sxf #loid forger

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piracytheorist · 2 years

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I love how even silly short missions manage to have their share of wholesomeness and family connection. It's like family is important in a series called Spy x Family or something.

Anyway, Anya is a kid that gets very attached to certain things - and despite being bold enough to use the knowledge she has due to her telepathy in order to make Loid do what she wants, she's not exactly a spoiled kid. She still sticks to Mr. Chimera, the only toy she had while she was in the orphanage. She doesn't ask for new clothes, or toys, or gadgets, what she asks for is experiences (the castle rescue, adopting Bond in specific after she was emotionally invested in him)... and peanuts, too.

So to her, the penguin plush is not just one toy from her plethora of toys that got ruined. It's a toy that her dad got for her. It's a souvenir of their aquarium adventure, where she helped him locate the penguin he needed to find and even arrest the criminal who wanted to get the secret information about the weapon. It's a reminder of how she took part and helped him in his mission. Just a replacement stuffed penguin won't do. It's not the toy itself, it's the memories connected to it. I mean, of course she's sad a toy of her got destroyed - by the dog she asked to have, no less - but it hurts even more knowing what this toy means to her.

And the show takes Anya's feelings seriously with that. The soft "Little by Little" score plays while Loid fixes the penguin, with Yor looking with anticipation. Bond feels sad and regretful, understanding the consequences of his actions and wanting to make it up to Anya. They're all invested in things getting better.

And once the penguin is ready, though with visible "scars" now, Loid reassures Anya that his new appearance is nothing to be ashamed of.

And the interesting thing? Twilight, Best Spy of Westalis, Master of DisguiseTM... stutters. He does so in Japanese both in the manga and the anime.

Which makes me wonder, considering his background and profession, how big his experience with scars is (and if we're gonna learn more about that, come on give the whump fan some scraps here 👀👀) (pls don't spoil me about the manga if we do, I want the whump but on its own time!) and if reaching into his own personal feelings about scars in order to resonate with Anya hit him just a little more than he expected. Or if he was so serious about it that he didn't know whether he should tell her something so grim. He's here dedicating himself into a deadly dangerous job so that kids like Anya won't have to suffer like he did as a kid, and yet he has to pass on to her something he learned the hard way.

Yeah yeah I'm here putting too much thought and grimness into what was supposed to be a wholesome moment. Hi I'm Nette and you'll be getting a lot of those in the future :)

#Spy x Family #Anya Forger #Loid Forger #sxf meta #500 #1k #2k #3k

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firefly-fez · 2 years

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we all like to poke fun at twilight, master spy for not realizing yor is an assasin, but after that whole ‘oh, twilight, no civillain would be able to do that’ tidbit, maybe it’s not so much love is blind and all as it is something like this:

Random bystander: Woah! Did you see that? She- she’s inhuman! She just super-punched a tank and split it in half! How can she do that?

Twilight/Loid: ...You mean you can’t?

#spy x family #loid forger #twilight #yor forger #yor briar #he's westalis' best spy #but ill be damned he if doesnt have a bad case of expertise fallacy ok

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yumeka-sxf · 5 months

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Japanese Linguistic Observations in Spy x Family - part 4

Part 4 - Furigana and double meanings

I discussed in Part 2 how Japanese is comprised of three different alphabets: hiragana and katakana (together referred to as "kana") which represent pronunciation, and kanji which represent meaning. With there being over 2,000 kanji in common use, as well as various ways to pronounce any one kanji character depending on the word it's in, children learn kanji gradually throughout their school years. So manga and books aimed at a younger audience will typically have kanji "translations." These are comprised of small kana called furigana which are printed to the right of the kanji to show how to pronounce it. In the below panel for example, the one word that has a kanji is the 嬉 in 嬉しい. The furigana shows that 嬉 is pronounced うれ ("ure") to make the adjective "ureshii" (happy).

Sometimes manga authors will use furigana+kanji in creative ways to convey different meanings to words that specifically suit their story/characters. This alternate way of translating kanji is called 当て字 (ateji). One way of using ateji is to help introduce fictional terminology. In SxF for example, Ostania and Westalis are made-up words, but Endo assigns them their own kanji: 東国 for Ostania and 西国 for Westalis. The second kanji for both of them is 国 which means "country," and the first kanji for Ostania is 東 which means "east" while 西 for Westalis means "west." However, to differentiate them from the actual words these kanji represent ("toukoku" and "saikoku," which mean "eastern country" and "western country" respectively), Endo writes out their pronunciations in katakana next to the kanji. You can see this in the panels below.

Even though they're not real words, by assigning them kanji that represent what they are – "east country" and "west country" – even without any context, Japanese readers get more information about these terms than English readers do thanks to the use of kanji and furigana.

Another way manga authors can use ateji to suit their needs is by telling readers to pronounce otherwise normal Japanese words in the "language" they want. For example, the word used for "codename" in SxF is 暗号名, which is a real word that is pronounced "angoumei." However, when we look at the furigana that Endo assigns to it, he specifically tells us to pronounce it like the English word "codename" (コードネーム).

Since SxF is a series that takes place in a fictional version of Europe, Endo must have found it more fitting to use English for specific keywords like this.

While the above examples are fairly common throughout all manga, especially those that have a lot of fictional terminology, Endo also gets creative with using ateji to form double meanings that lend insight into the characters' thoughts/feelings. And we get one of the best examples of this in the very first chapter:

This is the scene where Twilight's saying that he became a spy to create a world where children don't have to cry. The word for children, 子ども, should be pronounced "kodomo," however, the furigana is telling us to pronounce it as じぶん (jibun), which means "self." By creating this double meaning of Twilight saying he'll make a world where children and/or he himself doesn't have to cry, points out in a subtle yet poignant way just how much Twilight's trauma as a child shaped his determination to make sure other children don't have to suffer the same fate. It's a brilliant way of showing a deeper side of the character that he wouldn't outwardly show.

A similar example occurs in chapter 49 during the cruise arc, in the scene where Yor is guarding the room at night, thinking about how she was dragging her feet during the Barnaby fight. Her last thought during that scene is wondering what she's fighting for, however, even though the word used is いばら姫 (ibarahime), which means "Thorn Princess," the furigana tells us to pronounce it as わたし, which is the "I"/"me" pronoun that Yor uses.

The ambiguity of reading the word as "I" or as "Thorn Princess" emphasizes how she's struggling with her Thorn Princess identity at that time. It can almost have a different meaning when reading it one way or the other. For example, reading it as わたしは何のため ("For what reason am I [doing this]…) or as いばら姫は何のため ("For what reason is Thorn Princess [doing this]…) gives the impression that she's trying to distance herself from "Thorn Princess"…that she's unconsciously seeing herself and "Thorn Princess" as different people.

Another example that's not as deep but still interesting is from chapter 87, where Sylvia visits Fiona in the hospital and tells her not to push herself so hard, even for his sake, with "his" referring to Twilight. The kanji used is 黄昏 (tasogare) which means "Twilight," but the furigana translation is あいつ (aitsu) which means "that guy/that person."

This is a clever way to use kanji/furigana to indicate that Sylvia is indeed aware of Fiona's feelings for Twilight by having her not refer to him by name, but also informing the reader that she definitely knows who she's talking about.

I also find it interesting that all three of these examples are spoken from a character we're viewing from behind. I think it's just a coincidence, but still interesting 😅

I'll wrap up with one more example from chapter 58, where Loid notes that his understanding of Bond is lacking, just like Anya. Once again, the word for children, 子ども (kodomo) is used (Loid likes making double meanings with that word, doesn't he?) but the furigana translates it to アーニャ(Anya).

I interpret this as him saying he needs to understand children better, but he specifically means Anya (even though he doesn't want to admit his particular yearning to understand her).

If you're wondering how the anime handles these ateji, it seems to vary. In the anime version of the chapter 1 example, Loid says the correct kanji translation "kodomo," but in the chapter 49 example, Yor says the furigana translation "watashi."

The anime seems to use the reading that would make the most sense if spoken out loud by the character.

I haven't read enough manga in Japanese to say that this use of furigana+kanji to create double meanings is a common thing, but even if it is, I'm sure Endo has his own unique style of doing it. I know there's more examples in SxF that I missed, and unfortunately I don't have the time to look through every chapter to find them. But if you happen to come across any others, feel free to let me know 😃 I may amend this post or create another one if more interesting examples pop up.

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#spy x family #sxf #spy family #spyxfamily #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #bond forger #sxf manga #sxf manga spoilers #sxf analysis #sxf meta #sylvia sherwood #sxf spoilers

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twiyoriz · 2 years

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thought it was interesting how loid tells yor that he thought she was beautiful, but when anya appears, yor immediately blames herself for trying to ask out a guy who is clearly “taken”, but in reality, shouldn’t she be suspicious of loid for calling her beautiful when he has a child and (presumably) a wife?

yor is in a career (would you call it that? i don’t know) that involves a lot of “bad guy, good guy” circumstances. in her point of view and in the garden’s point of view, yor kills the evil people and is a silent hero, a weapon only to be used for the worst of the worst. despite this, yor is a woman who sees only the best in others. she doesn’t simply assume one’s flaws and mistakes but beats herself up over her own.

now this lifestyle can also be related to twilight’s own character— he was trained to perfection, except with the opposite effect: assume the worst case scenario, the worst quality in a person, the worst choice to be made, and prepare for anything that could happen. like how he recognizes yor’s attentiveness and deems it to potentially be a detriment to his work:

this is a mindset he has been honing for years, and it is the pure definition of perfection.

and that’s why i find it so endearing that thorn princess (the best assassin of ostania) and twilight (the best spy of westalis), are both navigating the unknowns of parenting a small child together. this isn’t much like a deduction skill or a physical skill one can train for, but it is a skill that cannot be completely perfected. and that is what is so new to them.

but another difference is that they are not learning alone, compared to their own isolation in the jobs they have, but that they can rely on one another for guidance. whenever one downplays their parenting abilities, the other is ready to reassure them and that they are doing well.

twilight also ends up being the most rational person (albeit a severe overthinker and becoming a cringy dad in anya’s eyes) in the forger family and yor is known to be the doting and sweet mother under almost any circumstance (even if she’s overthinker #2 and will kill to protect anya) thanks to their abilities. a perfect balance despite being direct opposites and a perfect 100 points

(idk how to end this i just think twiyor is so lovely and adorable and the similarities and direct differences they have are so intriguing to me and i need them to be canon asap and i need that butt shot episode right now i cannot physically restrain myself to wait until next year in this essay i will)

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thenotoriousscuttlecliff · 10 months

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Twilight: I am the best spy in Westalis. No matter how dangerous or crazy a situation gets, I always remain calm, controlled, and focused on the mission at hand. Also Twilight: Oh no, Yor's smiling at me. What does it mean? How do I react? *starts having a panic attack*

#spy x family #loid forger #twilight #yor forger #stupid man hopelessly secretly in love with his fake wife

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stellar-constellations · 1 year

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An Alliance (part 1)

Fem! Spy! (Y/N) x Yuri Briar

Parts: Current part, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten (to be continued when Spy x Family has more Yuri content!)

(Y/N) is given her own backstory that is important for the story!

The setting for this story is based off West and East Germany's (because Spy x Family is heavily based off Germany in the 1940-1950) laws (or at least replicated to the best of my abilities since it's unknown what time period Spy x Family is exactly in, we'll go with 1950 for the sake of this story).

Historically-accurate women misogyny and mistreatment! Only small comments and historically-accurate laws (replicated to the best of my ability).

The story, plot, and settings might not match up to the Spy x Family manga as it's not completed and the manga is still being crafted.

This series contains spoilers for the manga and anime!

Almost three months ago, I was caught as a Westalis spy. I found out I was ratted by a fellow spy and because of it, I was in the hands of the Secret Police, where I met the second-lieutenant, Yuri Briar.

“Tell me, what information have you given to WISE?” the man in charge of interrogating me spoke.

“I told you, I didn’t do anything.” I affirmed, my eyes tired from all the fake crying I had to previously do.

What's it been? Two hours now? I'm pretty fed up of this.

“I’m sorry for whatever I did to gain your mens' attention, but I swear I’m not a spy.” I pushed.

I’m lying. A spy lies all the time. Though I hate to lie, it’s necessary to help create peace between the two sides; or at least to the best of our abilities.

“I’ll ask you for the last time... What did you tell Westalis?!” he shouted, slamming his hand on the table.

I fake-jumped, the handcuffs on my wrists clacking together as my eyes widen.

“I didn’t tell them nothing. I only lived there for some time, then the war struck and my home was destroyed so I moved here. I was born a (birth country) civilian but I’ve lived here in Ostania since I was ten.” I explained, letting out a cough from how sore my throats been with all this fake crying, shouting, and screaming of my proclaimed “innocence.”

"I ain't got time for this. My shift was over a quarter ago; I'm going home." The man sighed.

The man stood up from his chair as did the transcriber in the corner of the room.

I was left in the room for a good thirty minutes, keeping my posture slightly tense and observant as I looked around the room.

If there's any cameras, they'd be looking for any signs of guilt in my body language. Acting too careless or neutral would make it appear that I don't understand the gravity of the situation, or that I'm playing too natural and collected which would be suspicious. Being too tense would give away any signs of anxiety or panic at the possibility of being caught. If I look around the room too much, they'd believe that I would be searching for cameras and microphones which wouldn't look good for an innocent person; but if I'm not checking my surroundings, it could lead them to the impression that I've been in these interrogation rooms before under suspicion of espionage.

A knock on the metal door was heard, pulling me out of my thoughts as the door opened.

“Excuse me, I’ll be taking over from here. Your previous interrogator had to go home.” A young man spoke as he stepped into the room.

He couldn’t have been any younger or older than me by two years. He had deep black hair and piercing red eyes. He almost seemed innocent with those large eyes, that was until I noticed how the atmosphere in the room changed.

Suddenly, it didn't quit feel like I was in control of the situation.

He looks easy to fool. I thought to myself.

I remained quiet as I watched him close the door, walking into the chair the other guy previously sat in.

"Hello... (Y/N), right?" he asked, setting his hat down on the table and taking a seat across from me.

"Yeah." I confirmed, feeling heart raise as I stared at him, stopping myself from sounding meek so he doesn't get any information on me.

It's just cause he's a new interrogator, I thought.

I memorized the previous one's body language and go-to patterns, I can figure out this one's too. I'll stick with my same backstory I gave the other man. I need to be calm but angry too, detectives use special techniques such as that new American Reid technique to extract information from people of interest; they'll be studying my body language, tone, words, and mannerisms. Leaving me alone for so long was one of the steps they've used in the technique.

I'll admit, I was impressed at how young this guy was. I was also impressed that he pronounced my name correctly despite it not even originating from Germany, but instead in (your name’s origin).

"It's a pretty name—from (your name’s origin), correct?" he smiled, causing me to internally squirm in my seat, unsettled at his knowledge and hospitality.

That other man was screaming orders and demands at me, and here this guy is, bothering to know where my name originates from.

"Yeah... My mom wanted a unique name; I supposed all mothers want something that stands out." I replied truthfully.

To create a flawless lie, you must also dab in the truth. Be detailed, but not too detailed. Create eye-contact and don't slip up on your words.

"I see. And where is your mom now?" he questioned.

"She's dead..." I muttered, looking away from him, forcing myself to bite my tongue.

It was a sour memory, my tone was truthful. I'd be seen as peculiar if I didn't show any emotions talking about my dead loved ones, spy or not.

"And your dad?" he asked.

"Same..." I muttered dully, taking in a deep breath.

"I'm sorry about your parents. Do you have any siblings?" he questioned.

"Well, I did." I scowled, showing my dislike for him and his questions.

Remember, not too hostile. That was teetering the edge...

He ignored my glare and smiled.

"I can assume the same as your parents?" he spoke.

"You can." I sighed, a weak attempt to cool down.

I need to control my emotions, otherwise I'll slip up. Remember, no connections to your past.

"So, you were born in (your country of origin), what brought you to Ostania?" he asked.

"I was born in (your country of origin), then my family and I moved to Westalis when I was six. Then the war broke out, the bombs and all, and my family died except for me. I was found in the rubble, then I made my way into the Westalis army. During the war, I got injured and was forced to step down. Eventually, I made my way here to get away from the war since I heard there wasn't any bombings going on, supposed to be more peaceful." I explained, forcing myself to avoid eye contact since it wouldn't help me think.

"You have to understand though, that doesn't make me a spy! I came here to get away from the war, the bombings, the threats, and all this crap here. I just want to live a peaceful life in Ostania for as long as I can." I concluded.

"That's very unfortunate." The man frowned. "I'm sorry you had to go through something like that. How old were you when your parents died?"

"I was seven." I explained.

"And you're...?" he paused, waiting for me to verify.

"Twenty." I confirmed.

"We're close in age." He smiled. "How come you decided to stay inside of Europe? Move into Ostania whilst in the middle of a war, nonetheless? You could've went to the United States or something." he questioned.

"I didn't want to learn a new language. Since I was young when I moved here, it was easier for me to adapt to the language since I was growing up and learning it with other kids my age trying to write and speak it too." I explained.

"I see. I'm sorry for what you've had to go through growing up, I really wish it wasn't as bad as it is here; however I'm afraid I cannot do much on my own." The male flashed an empathetic smile, like he lived what I lived. "It's sad for you to have gone through so much so young."

"You're around my age and you're in this type of business." I pointed out.

He smiled, his eyes too squinted and his smile too big to be friendly. It was dangerously sinister, too sinister even for me.

"This type of business? You make serving and protecting our country sound distasteful. What negative things have you heard, Miss (L/N)?" he questioned, leaning his head on his gloved-palm.

He opened his eyes and lowered his smile, yet the smile was still present.

This lighting makes him look absolutely terrifying. I thought, suppressing the urge to swallow my fear, yet I had no control of how my hands and legs started to tremble. But also...kind of attractive, I supposed...?

"You're the Secret Police, right? I hear you guys torture anyone who doesn't give you what information you want. Anyone can report someone as a suspected spy at any time, and they'll be brought here to be tortured for 'treason' and such. Even women who aren't married after 25 are suspected to be spies and that's completely ridiculous! You do know that the Salem Witch Trials in 1692 happened to have many innocents meet their demise, just because they were blamed, because some people didn't like them or were jealous? Some even put others to their death for entertainment! Do you see a pattern?" I questioned.

"And where did you hear this? About the Secret Police?" he asked.

"You hear it all over. The new gossip in the office, what's on the daily newspaper, and even on our TV's. It's happening right now, in this very room." I sneered.

"That's just word on the street." The man spoke, doing his best to keep his poker face as he ignored my last comment.

I could tell he wanted to get mad, frown at me, maybe even yell, but he kept up his good-cop act.

"The war was originally word on the street too—look where we are now." I retorted. "And you wanna know something else? Despite all the bad things I've said about Ostania so far, Ostania is just as bad as Westalis.

"How so?" he huffed, a scowl on his face as his manipulatively cocky smile was immediately wiped from his face, losing his composure.

"I've been on both sides of this war. I can guarantee to you that Ostania is censoring its newspapers and screens so their people don't know what it's really like—just like Westalis did. Hell, probably even still doing. You work for the State Security Service, but the SSS works for the government—you're not the ones getting information when it first comes out. You gobble up what lies and little white truths they give you." I explained, leaning closer to him on the desk to further emphasis my point. "You're just a pawn in this game of chess. Me and you hold no power to the big guys up there, but just as the word on the street says; once you get captured by the SSS, there's no coming back. Guilty or innocent, the scale is rigged."

His fingers drummed at the desk angrily as he closed his eyes and knitted his eyebrows. I savored the sight of this. The frustration of a Ostanian officer, weak and forced to believe my words for this interrogation, but doubt them too. All the second-thoughts flashing through his face as he wonders if I'm right or if I'm screwing with him.

"If that's how you see it, then I supposed I'd have to accept it." He sighed roughly, intertwining his gloved fingers together. "Enough of that. Tell me all the jobs you've worked."

"I worked at a bakery when I was six, then the Westalis army at seven, moved here and had a mix of delivering newspapers and working in pet shops as an assistant when I was ten. I got a waitressing gig at eleven and kept it until I was nineteen. Finally, I started working at a local bakery down my street." I explained.

"So, why did you accept being recruited into the Westalis army?" he questioned.

It seems like we're running in circles. I thought to myself, mentally sighing. We've already gotten past that bit.

"There wasn't really anywhere I could go without needing money. I also wanted to give justice to my family and siblings; you would too, wouldn't you?" I questioned.

"Yes. I have an older sister and I love her dearly. It's why I do this job, so I can understand where you're coming from. Do you have an older sister too?" he asked.

"Yes. An older sister, an older brother, and two younger brothers. Believe it or not, but we were at each others' throats every chance we could get. But I never did get to tell them that despite all of our fights and bickering, they were my family and I love them." I explained, forcing myself to look away from the male as tears started to distort my vision.

"It's always important to tell them that when you still have them, yeah?" he smiled.

I nodded, not having the strength to look up. There's no way I'm going to cry in front of this bastard.

"Yeah, and—fortunately for you—the files we've been given have matched up to everything you've been saying and more. There's really nothing left." The second-lieutenant spoke. "I'm sorry for having my co-workers drag you here, but it's protocol."

"It's cool. I can understand." I sighed, not exactly believing that the interview was over.

There's no way it's over. Every spy that's been captured by the Secret Police has never been seen again, even innocent people on the streets haven't been seen again either! I really doubt I'd be the first (guilty, but even if I was innocent [that'd be an accomplishment itself]) person to actually walk free from the SSS—as much as I'd like for that to happen.

I waited for any movement from him, waited for him to grab his hat and walk out, waited for him to speak again, anything really. But he just sat there, smiling at me, like he knew something I didn't, and I'm starting to become pretty certain he does.

"Are you going to uncuff me?" I questioned.

His smile seemed to brightened yet darken at the same time, how he did that, I have no idea.

"I'm glad you asked; but you see Miss (L/N), unfortunately I can't let you go."

I sighed, knowing that I was going to get caught one way or another.

"And the reason why is...?" I paused, impatiently waiting for the answer.

Luckily, he didn't let me ponder about it for long.

"While you're innocent, you're still guilty." He answered.

"But you just said I'm innocent. Innocence until proven guilty, correct?" I huffed, getting frustrated.

"Yes, but that's not how it works around here. See, I'm going to have to leave soon for my next interrogation, but I know there's more to your story." He spoke, no smile on his face.

"You said my backstory covers everything!" I exclaimed.

"I did—from what you told me, that is." He explained. "(Y/N) (L/N) age twenty. A spy from Westalis. Code name is Vixen. Moved from (country of origin) to Westalis for your father's promotion at six. Served for three years in the Westalis army at seven. Got recruited to be a spy at ten, then went on missions for a decade—until now, that is." He explained. "Very impressive how WISE can implant work reports in company files, but the calligraphy is wrong. We would've never found out if the store owner didn't drop dead halfway through your employment at that local bakery you speak of. The owner's daughter took over and started writing the work reports, yet your reports remained with the same handwriting from the previous owner."

Damn it, I really can't fix that at all. Some in the letter forgery department was lacking—or slacking—information for the bakery. I thought.

"I don't think you understand what type of spy I am. I'm a peacemaker spy! I stop terrorist attacks, threats from Ostania and Westalis, assassination attempts for the government. Hell, I even helped stop another nuclear bomb that would've killed at least 500,000 people in Hugaria!" I shouted.

"So you admit to being a spy now?" he taunts me with a smile.

"I—" I paused, realizing what I said.

Well, no going back now.

"Yes!" I groaned. "You were right, ya happy?" I aggressively huffed.

"I'm glad we could come to an agreement, but you know, I'm a little sad now." The man spoke with fake sadness. "I was starting to develop a soft spot for you since you were so honest... for the most part."

"Bite me." I rolled my eyes.

"We don't usually do that in our sessions." He stood up from his seat and stalking towards me.

Torture sessions... I thought to myself, feeling a sense of dread creep up me that I tried to push down.

My heartbeat's rhythm became louder and irregular, it boomed in my chest and as blood rushed past my ears, hearing a slight ringing in them.

"If you're planning on killing me, I don't think you'd find much pleasure in it. I'm trained not to give reaction to punishment, no matter how severe." I claimed, fighting the urge to wiggle in my chair for a fruitless attempt of escaping, but it'd just make me look more pathetic then I do already.

"I have a few tricks up my sleeves." He smiled.

"It doesn't matter if you kill me or not. Westalis will still prevail just like Ostania will. My death will have no meaning to Westalis' or your victory to this war." I stated.

"I'm aware. We weren't really looking to killing you—or locking you up in a cellar either.... even though I believe we should..." he whispered that last part to himself like I couldn't hear it.

"This isn't gonna turn into a low-budget porno if that's what you're thinking." I deadpanned.

"I wasn't thinking of that either; but I'm flattered." He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, my skin flushed yet I was thankful that he agreed with me.

"So what are you planning on doing with me?" I questioned.

"Well since you're so curious, I guess I can ruin the surprise." He spoke. "You were right when you said you're a peacemaker spy. In fact, there's not enough reasons for me to even put you in jail or on death sentence since your good deeds outweigh the bad. I was told to make a deal with you for my boss. I can keep you out of the troubles of being a spy (or ending up dead) if you become an SSS agent."

"And if I don't accept?" I questioned.

"Death sentence; but that's not exactly favorable, now is it?" he smiled.

"Okay... What exactly am I doing?" I questioned, a slight distaste in my mouth.

"Well. It's always nice to have information on the Westalis spies. It'd also be nice for someone to listen to bugged rooms and watch interrogation videos. I could finally get the sleep I've been needing—it's hard when your coworkers are being killed off by spies or quitting." He sighed dramatically. "Oh, you'll live with a SSS agent too, supervision 24/7 so you don't try any funny business."

"You never mentioned I'd living with someone." I huffed, crossing my legs since I couldn't cross my arms with my hands still in cuffs.

"We have to make sure you're not getting into any trouble, remember?" he smiled triumphally.

I'm starting to realize that I hate this guy's stupid smile.

"Who will I stay with?" I questioned

"Eh, who knows." He smiled, shrugging his shoulders carelessly.

I resisted the urge to grit my teeth and come up with something sarcastic to say. Instead, I bit my tongue and dug my nails into my palms as I sighed and huffed out a "fine."

"Good! I know we're going to get along just fine around here." His smile deepened as I resisted the urge to run away.

He leaned down and unlocked the handcuffs on my wrists, his eyes just daring me to do something stupid and see the consequences.

“When you say information on the Westalis spies, are you referring to me committing treason on my own job?” I questioned. “I don’t see how that’s any different from treason on the country. I’m quite confused on your views of morals and justice.” I sighed.

“Then let me dumb it down for you.” He sighed. “I want to make this country a better place for my sister to live in, but with scum such as yourself and the Westalis spies, it makes it harder to do so.”

“Are you sure insulting me is going to make me want to cooperate with you? Because I don’t work in places with workplace abuse.” I deadpanned.

“You’re a spy; it’s nothing you can’t handle.” He smiled.

Yeah, I want to punch that damn smile off his face.

“Follow me, we’re going to go to the Director and inform him of our contract. Stay close to me and don’t wander off. If you try anything stupid then our contract will be breached and you can say goodbye to your ‘peaceful Ostanian life.’” The man explained.

I clicked my tongue get nodded my head, showing that I agree. We exited the interrogation room and started walking down a dim hallway. The hallway had other doors connected to it with windows and I could see other people being interrogated. Some were being yelled at, others were being either punched or tortured.

I’m surprised I didn’t get that kind of treatment. It’s probably since I’m a woman.

Living in 1950 in Ostania, it hasn’t even been 40 years (32 years, to be exact) since women officially gained voting rights, and even then, we don't even have equal rights! We can't work outside of our house without our husband's permission. With the war going on now, our rights have been pushed to the side and the main focus for women now is to take care of the kids. Even with our husband's permission, it’s still rare for women to be working in "men dominated" places such as the military, police, mechanic shops, and more.

“Take your hands out of your pocket; you look suspicious.” The man spoke.

“Like I don’t already look suspicious, I’m the only woman here and I’m not wearing a uniform.” I spoke, rolling my eyes. “You boss me around a lot. If you’re going to be lecturing me, at least tell me your name, sir.”

“That’s not an option at the moment. If you want to find out, you’re going to have to earn it.” He spoke.

“So what do I call out when dinner’s ready?” I spoke, sassy and sarcastic at the same time.

“Sir has been working so far.” He hummed.

“Whatever…” I rolled my eyes, ignoring the heat on my face as I followed him without question.

He opened a door, at least having the human decency to hold the door open for me. I stepped aside and waited for him, ignoring the stares of the men in uniform. The man lead us to a dark oak door and stopped in front of it. He knocked on the door, then waited.

“Enter.” A voice from behind the door called out.

The man opened the door again, letting me walk in before closing the door behind us. A man was seated at a desk, the Ostanian flag standing next to him as I looked at the man. He was old and wearing sunglasses…indoors?

Weirdo. I thought.

He stood up straight and saluted, “Director.”

“Second-lieutenant. And this is…?” the boss spoke, waiting for the questions to be answered.

“(Y/N) (L/N). Otherwise known as Vixen, the Spy from the West.” He spoke.

“Ah, yes. So, you’ve agreed?” the Director questioned.

“Yeah...” I muttered hesitantly, shoving my hands in my pockets.

It was short-lived as the younger man next to me quickly—and roughly—smacked my arm, making me sigh and take my hands out of my pockets.

“I see. Come sit down in front of me.” The Director invited, but I could tell it was an order.

I bit the inside of my cheek yet obliged, crossing my legs and arms. Second-lieutenant walked over and stopped at my side, side-eyeing me as he made sure I wouldn’t do anything bad.

I mentally rolled my eyes and waited for the Director to speak.

“Sign this contract here on the line.” The Director settled a heavy packet in on the desk as he flipped three pages and pointed.

“What am I signing it for?” I questioned.

“Just to show that you’ve agreed to our contract.” The Director smiled.

I glared daggers at him, rudely snatching the packet from the desk, flipping back to the first page and carefully reading each line to make sure I’m not signing something I don’t agree to.

“I don’t agree with this.” I said, pointing at a line in the packet.

“What aren’t you agreeing with?” The younger male asked.

He bent down and got in my personal bubble to read the page. I rolled my eyes at his closeness, ignoring the anxiety of my heart as I moved the paper a little closer to him.

“I don’t agree with ‘disclosing all of the Westalis secrets, including names, locations, meet-up places, and missions.’” I spoke.

“Hm, and why is that? Are you expecting to return?” The Director's face darkened as did the unknown male.

“No.” I rolled my eyes for what seemed to be the billionth time.

Maybe...

“I’m in debt to some of the people there, so there’s some information I can’t spill.” I explained.

“Is your life worth those secrets?” the young male spat out harshly.

“I wouldn’t be here discussing this contract with you if it wasn’t for them.” I spat back, twice as passionate in my anger as he was with his.

His red eyes rivaled my own as we glared daggers at each other.

The Director chuckled and spoke: "Okay, we can cross that line out."

"What? We're the ones making orders here!" the second-lieutenant complained.

"You can't expect someone to cooperate with us if they don't get any benefits. This can't be two-sided." The Director spoke.

"They get to live!" the second-lieutenant hissed through his teeth.

"She's not the only person that could die from this contract too." The Director chuckled, then rested his face on his palms. "Our contract will be built on trust and communication. We'll give you information from the Secret Police that we see fit to give you, and you give us information about WISE that you see fit to give."

The second-lieutenant spluttered nonsense, exaggerating hand and body motivations as he tried forming words to complain.

"Do we have a problem, second-lieutenant?" the Director darkly spoke.

"Ack!" the second-lieutenant jumped in the air. "N-no, sir." He muttered, looking over to side-eye me.

I stuck out my tongue at him, proud of my small victory (if you can even call it that). In response, he glared at me again, fire in his obnoxiously vibrant red eyes.

"Here, sign this." The Director spoke, grabbing a different paper. "This one is our agreement that you're under our—the SSS'—care and protection for as long as you don't break our contract." The Director pointed to a blank line. "Make sure you add your full first and last name."

"Okay..." I muttered, writing my full legal name down on the paper.

"Great. Now, second-lieutenant, you write your full legal name here." The Director pointed to a line next to my name.

The second-lieutenant hesitantly signed the paper with no questions.

"Great. Here's your marriage certificate." The Director spoke.

I choked on air as the second-lieutenant screamed at the top of his lungs in distress and rage.

"NO WAY! GIVE ME THAT PAPER!" he screamed, lunging over the desk in a fruitless attempt to grab the packet and rip it to shreds.

"YEAH MAN! WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM TRICKING US LIKE THAT?" I screamed.

"Calm down. It's a cover for you two." The Director calmly spoke.

"COVER FOR WHAT?!" We both screamed, slamming our hands on the desk.

"(Y/N) is still legally a spy, and you, second-lieutenant, are still a member of the Secret Police. The government doesn't know that our methods are... frowned upon. And she previously lived in Westalis, so she's already in danger from just that. If (Y/N) is exposed to be a spy to our government, we may just be able to dig her out of that hole. And by we, I mean you, second-lieutenant." The Director spoke, using the lieutenant's low rank in a harsh mannerism.

Of course they're frowned upon, you're forcing innocent people to admit to being spies by beating the crap outta them. I thought, resisting the urge to roll my eyes as I bit my cheek instead to keep quiet.

"Whose gonna find out?" the second-lieutenant deadpanned.

"Traitors." The Director sighed. "Do you think that all of the members of the SSS are really focused on keeping our country safe? For all we know, me or you could be a spy too."

I feel attacked. I thought to myself.

"Wait. There's spies inside of our forces?!" the younger male exclaimed, shocked.

"Are you stupid? 'Course there are!" I spat out harshly.

"Shut it!" he hissed.

"Of course there is, just like there's members of the SSS in the Westalis spies." The Director spoke.

"What?!" I exclaimed in my own shock.

"What are you? Stupid?" the second-lieutenant mimicked.

"You shut it!" I hissed back.

"Now, now. Let's not try to kill each other just yet. We have many things to discuss about, but let's save that for later. For now, let's get the living situations settled." The Director spoke. "Second-lieutenant, follow (Y/N) to her home and help pack her things. She'll be living with you."

"I never consented to this marriage." The second-lieutenant deadpanned, looking at the Director, then me.

"What wife would she be if you two didn't live together?" The Director smiled.

The man mumbled grips under his breath, another one being "still didn't consent."

"I have the papers right here with your signature in permeant ink." The Director smugly smiled as I chuckled in disbelief.

Me and this guy? We're not going to get along at all.

"Aw, don't be too happy about it, sweetheart. To be honest, this will be my first time too." I sarcastically cooed, blushing as placing my hands on my face to add more of a dramatic effect.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT, YOU TRAITOROUS WITCH!" he screamed loudly, pointing a finger at me.

"OI! DON'T CALL ME A TRAITOROUS WITCH! I'M BEING FORCED TO WORK AND LIVE WITH YOU!"I screamed back.

"I HATE YOU, BRAT!" he screamed.

"DON'T CALL ME BRAT EITHER, YOU MUTT!" I screamed back.

"You guys are acting like me and my wife already." The Director happily—and depressingly—sighed, causing me and the mutt to look at each other.

"The day I call him my husband is the day I get executed!" I exclaimed.

"The day I call her my wife is the day a nuke drops on Ostania!" the second-lieutenant exclaimed.

"Well, then get ready you two, because that day may just come sooner than you think." The Director sighed, causing the two of us to go quiet and stare at each other hatefully.

Parts: Current part, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten (to be continued when Spy x Family has more Yuri content!)

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lizzy06 · 3 months

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SPY X FAMILY Fic Recs!!

Fandom Masterlist

These are my favorite spy x family fics!!

To Watch Her Melt Your Ice by Defmardybum (pinning, unrequited love, fluff)A series of lighthearted to terribly soul-crushing fictional excerpts depicting Fiona aka Nightfall’s pining for Twilight [ONGOING]

Loid Forger x Fiona Frost

💖💖✨COLLECTION: The Sunset Files by MigratoryHousefly [COMPLETED]

Part 1: A Sunset Everyday :✨✨

For years, Agent Nightfall has been waiting for a chance like Operation Strix. A chance to be somebody new, a chance to prove herself both to her agency and more importantly somebody else. She just needs to grasp that chance before it slips out of her fingers, and learn to work with a certain pint-sized subordinate.

Part2: Alternative Strategies: ✨

Anya's still getting used to having a spy for a mother. Her mother, apparently, is still getting used to being a spy as a mother.

Part 3: Near Horizon :✨✨

Agent Twilight has done his share of the impossible, but he's still getting used to the types of challenges presented by Operation Strix. He doesn't know which is worse: taking on another hopeless mission with minimal support, or dealing with a partner who clearly detests him.

This is an alternate au where instead of yor, fiona becomes Loid's wife!! <Even though this is a rarepair, do give it a try...This is my perhaps by favorite spy x family fic out there>

Loid X Reader

Welcome to Operation Strix by Bribwritez(oneshot,fluff)As a new spy, you are assigned on your first big mission... only you have to pose as the wife to one Mr. Loid Forger, the cover story to Westalis' greatest spy yet. [COMPLETED]

Composure by mrsbakashi (Oneshot) Loid gets Jealous when a man approaches you at a party and make you laugh.[COMPLETED]

Yuri Briar x Reader

An Alliance(Yuri Briar x reader) ✨by StellarConstellations401 [Y/N] has been many things; a soldier, a Westalis spy, a Ostanian government agent, and now a wife. As luck has it for her, getting caught by the SSS means not only switching careers, but getting matched for life.[ONGOING]

Rue the Day✨ by Yuri Briars Darling (AmorphousDissatisfaction)(strangers to lovers, First love, Romantic fluff, Angst with happy ending) [COMPLETED]

With you by my side; by anyafrog (Romantic comedy, happy ending) Imagine being in love with Yuri Briar. Imagine him inviting you out on a date & become his girlfriend. Imagine learning the truth about Yuri Briar. [ONGOING]

Reason To Keep You Here by insertmesoftly you are an immigrant in Ostania but you are content with your life...that is until you here about a law being made that would throe you out unless you marry someone born in Ostania...so You rope in Yuri. [ONGOING]

"Yes, sir!" by Yuri Briars Darling (AmorphousDissatisfaction) <18+>(oneshot, smut) you get caught getting yourself off on your superiors desk. [COMPLETED]

2LT Briar by Yuri Briars Darling (AmorphousDissatisfaction)<18+> Living a lie is complicated. It only gets worse when you begin to deceive yourself too. [COMPLETED]

It's a Wine Kind of Day by bvbblegvn (Oneshot, smut)<18+> Basically reader and Yuri go to the bar, talk, get drunk, then come home, fuck, and sleep. [COMPLETE]

All Grown Up by Yuri Briars Darling (AmorphousDissatisfaction)(Friend to lovers, Childhood friends, Neighbors, fluff)<18+>

Rose and its Thorns by Cowboysandconnolis you are the safest, most cherished woman in the world. Until one evening when you are saved by a brave, shadowy man who bares a striking resemblance to your brother in law. [ONGOING]

Yuri Briar x Fiona Frost

Frost and Thorns ✨(strangers to lovers, partners to lovers, angst, feels) by Dinoroar645 Agent Night fall Joins Operation Strix ..... as Anya Forgers...Aunt [ONGOING]

The Dreadful Consequences of Chloe Getting Bored by edgarvaneps (enemies to lovers, fake dating, fluff, humor)Chloe wants to trick Yuri into going on a date with a woman who isn't his sister. Yuri thinks that his best shot at incriminating Loid Forger is through his assistant. Fiona thinks she is caught so she has to convince them both that she is a civilian. [ONGOING]

Trust is like a mirror by judasslave Fiona is assigned to assure Twilight's identity remains a secret to Yuri Briar and the Secret Police. Unexpectedly, she comes to uncover a Yuri no one has seen before and in return questions her own identity and loyalty to WISE. [COMPLETED]

Out Loved Ones by Truegear (fake dating, idiots in love, partners) One is a civil servant. The other is an office worker. They have one goal in common: Splitting up the Forger family.[COMPLETED]

Target: Yuri Briar by lighthouse2 (enemies to lovers, undercover) Fiona's Mission: Find out what he knows about Twilight's identity and what he's said to any others. Treat with extreme care. [ONGOING]

Envious by lighthouse2 (oneshot, comfort) At Loid and Yor's wedding, the only guests who are anything but happy for them are Yuri and Fiona. [COMPLETED]

A Baby between them✨ by Mayumi_Buena (unplanned pregnancy, smut, marriage of convenience) After Loid and Yor's wedding. Yuri and Fiona meet in the club and had a one night stand. It was supposed to be a one time thing. Until Fiona found out she is pregnant. [ONGOING]

Tonight, I Won't Be Yours (Under Construction) by lunar404(oneshot, hate sex) <18+>. Another day of frustrations regarding the Forger family, another hot night between the two of them. Or: Fiona and Yuri are each other's stress relief. [COMPLETED]

Cold Night by NEKOassassin In a moment of self-doubt, something caught his eye. [ONGOING]

Donovan Desmond x Melinda Desmond

I hope you die(I hope we both die)✨ by JaMills (Oneshot, Angst, Arranged Marriage, Infidelity) In which Melinda and Donovan are a married couple that, for lack of a better word, despise each other. [COMPLETED]

Youth is wasted in the war ✨by JaMills (oneshot, fluff, angst, bittersweet) Today a man who takes pride in being a patriot and fight for his country, Donovan also once questioned the war.(Or, a phone call between a young married couple in a war stricken Ostania.) [COMPLETED]

burned into my brain are these stolen images by JaMills (bittersweet)A look at the life of Melinda and Donovan in front of cameras. [COMPLETED]

The Great War by JaMills (oneshot, fluff, humor, children au)The cast are kids and like to play pretend. [COMPLETED]

Tolerate it by ScarlettSpring (oneshot, Hurt, marriage, falling in love) She had to make sure the world would see her as the perfect first daughter of Nadine's corporation. So when she first met Donovan Desmond, the emotions caught her by surprise. [COMPLETED]

Safe & Sound (Angst, Tragedy, Hurt, Love)byScarlettSpring Run. That's the only thought I can keep in my head.[COMPLETED]

to the moon and back. (oneshot)by whatislea [COMPLETED]

Once in twenty lifetimes✨ by dancingpineapples (oneshot) they cross paths again and again and again, and it takes almost twenty lifetimes for him to finally find out her name. [COMPLETED]

Mrs.Desmond by whatislea (oneshot) The life and times of Melinda Desmond, the wife of Donovan Desmond! [COMPLETED]

but we get along when I'm inside you by Anonymous(Friends with benefits, Rivals with benefits) -A normal occurrence between rivals [COMPLETED]

an explosion, any moment by JaMills (Angst) As a family that's always in the public eye, the Desmond's have their fair share of experiences with attempts of taking their lives. So they should not be affected.. right? [ONGOING]

What's in a Name? by fluffmelange (oneshot) Young Donovan Desmond trying(and failing) to convince his wife how wonderful it is to have a first name starting with 'D'. [COMPLETED]

Unwrapped by Anonymous

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