#roland spoofy

[nire-draws]

local traumatized teen soldier sneaks a smoke break in

(very) belated birthday gift for @glacialdawn. love u, xoxo

[shysheeperz]

[hayata2061]

2024.05.04 SUPER COMIC CITY31

SPY×FAMILYオンリー「作戦名は超Happy FAMILY 2…24」にサークル参加ついでに、黄昏の過去のローランド・スプーフィのフル装備のコスしてました

G1じゃないけど同じFAL自動小銃のL1A1をいただいてぐへへ

※西ドイツ軍ではありません。西ドイツ軍をモデルにしたウェスタリス軍の装備です

[rlbbackup]

Pencils || Roland/Yor drabble

A while ago I saw a fanart comic of Yor and Loid in school (it was ambiguous if it was Eden or not, so I'm leaving it up for interpretation here too. But it was so DANG CUTE andI FOUND IT! Link <3

To that Artist, thank you so much for the inspiration!

Please enjoy!

(Also, I'm calling Twilight Roland here because that's the name he used as a Teen. But it's still our boy XD)

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Yor Briar was genuinely trying to pay attention to the lesson. She couldn't afford to score badly on the next test as that would most certainly land her in the remedial class once more and take her away from working after school to support her brother. And if she continued to be late to her job…there was a very real likelihood that her employer would fire her. 

Focus! She ordered herself, turning her attention back to the teacher and the board. Carefully, she marks down in her notebook the key information from the blackboard, her pencil making neat marks on the paper. She did her best to catch as many of the notes as possible, but as she wrote, Yor ultimately realized that she was lost. 

Fingers shook as she came to that realization. Maybe she would be needing that remedial lesson after a-

Oh no! Yor internally moaned as her pencil cut across the page a little too far, cutting off valuable space with the mark. Quickly, she seized her eraser and began rubbing away the graphite.

But in her hast, her pencil fell to the floor and began rolling away.

“No!” She whispered under her breath as she watched the yellow-painted wood escape her reach, traveling at a steady pace away and behind her.

As she watched, long, lightly tanned fingers reached out and curled around the writing tool, and lifted it up off the floor. Carefully, the hand gripped the pencil before lifting it effortlessly off the ground and holding it out to Yor at shoulder level and tapping her lightly with it.

Biting her lip as an embarrassed flush coated her cheeks, Yor turned in her chair and gave a flustered but grateful smile to the classmate holding out her pencil. 

Roland watched her, his cool blue eyes were hidden slightly behind the fringe of his blonde hair, but not enough to block out the kindness within. His opposite hand was cradling his face, covering most of his mouth and left side of his face. 

With a whispered thanks, she took the pencil…and as she did so, her ruby eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of his notebook. She didn’t mean the snoop, but it was really hard after she saw her name written in his neat script on the white page.

Gripping her pencil tight - but enough to snap it in half - Yor turned to look back at the teacher and focus hard on the lesson, even if it did nothing to help the reddening of her face. 

He had written her name surrounded by hearts…

And her own flip-flopped in her chest, because he was written in her notebook almost the exact same way.

[ultracaffeinedependant]

Has anyone pointed out that Loid's pseudonym that he used during the war, Roland Spoofy, sounds like Ronald Speirs?

[local-lamppost]

After the mission

Spoilers for the latest chapter

I’m not too sure how many people have had this thought, but I think Twilight will give up being a spy and embrace the identity of Loid Forger; and I’d like to thank the new chapter for supplying me with exactly I’d like Loid to be after he quits the spy game.

Twilight’s whole shtick is coming up with stories and making masks to fill the roles, so him becoming an animator/writer/comic would be a way to peacefully use those skills. I’m leaning more towards a comic writer/illustrator. 

Franky would be his PR/printer/editor etc. and go on to have their own studio. I’m imagining something like Mirage Comics, where it’s just the two spit balling ideas until an unanimous “THAT’s IT!” moment.

I’d just love to have Loid living a fulfilling and truthful life, where all the lies and deceptions aren’t ‘for the mission’ but for whatever he’s writing.

And of course Anya is his biggest critic and his biggest fan.

Also, this has got to be one of my favorite panels

[assassinnumber9]

Franky Franklin Appreciation Post

I'm here to spread appreciation for a certain curly haired honorary uncle, because without him literally none of Spy x Family would have happened (and he deserves to be recognized...and have a girlfriend...and money).

Before y'all go "Well, duh, Twilight would have never gotten his information if not for Franky" or "Twilight could easily do everything by himself," I want to clarify that Twilight would not even be a spy if not for Franky.

Twilight would likely either still be known as Roland Spoofy or dead if he hadn’t stopped himself from shooting Franky.

Why?

Because Twilight only found his friends because of the injuries he sustained when the Ostanians caught up to him and Franky. He was put on cooking duty, because he was taken off the front lines.

And if he hadn't reunited with his friends, Military Intelligence would have never found out his true name and that he faked his age to join the army. The spy we saw in ch 62 would have never approached him, because he would have thought that "Roland" was your average soldier. Twilight would have never gotten blackmailed into joining WISE.

Franky is literally the reason why all of these events even occurred - not to mention that he was also the one that made [Redacted] begin questioning everything.

Most of Operation Strix comes from Twilight's work rather than Franky's, but it would have never even started if not for him.

And sometimes, I wonder if Twilight ever realizes/will realize that.

Twilight only ever really admits that Franky is useful and has never outwardly called him a friend (I don't think anyway) but relies on him heavily, even drinks with him when Franky is having a bad time (even though he disguises it as him wanting a drink too and meeting him was just a coincidence. King of Denial, Twilight is).

Twilight has Franky to thank for his life pretty much, and it's likely that the other way around is true too, even though it may be a lot less obvious or severe.

These two were just destined to be friends apparently. And, that’s great.

So in conclusion, Franky changed everything so we could meet Anya and Twilight/Loid could meet his (likely to be beloved) wife, Yor.

Seriously. If TwiYor have any biological children, the reason for their existence would be Franky.

...Also, Franky is also kind of the reason TwiYor exists, because he was the one to tell Twilight that Anya didn't look like the daughter of an affluent family from the way she was dressed.

Every path leads to Franky.

Thank you for reading my rambling on this pathetic man.

[yumeka-sxf]

Hi Jumeka, I noticed something during the tennis arc (mission 31), when "Twain Foney" serves, the pupil of his left eye is not drawn.

Missions later, we saw the flashback to the beginning of the war, "BabyLight" was wounded on that eye and years later "Roland Spoofy" was also wounded on the left eye during the war.

So... in your opinion, is it possible that Loid/Twilight has a blind spot?

You must mean this panel from Mission 31:

This is an interesting observation that I never thought about 😮 It could just be a coincidence and not a conscious decision by Endo, however if we keep getting more examples, then maybe it'll turn out that Twilight does have some blindness in that eye. We'll have to see if it gets brought up again!

[ny-nymeria]

Coming Home to You: Part 1 of 3

Welcome to a 3-Part, Loid Forger x Female!Reader series entitled, Coming Home to You, I hope you enjoy it <3

synopsis. Westalia's top spy finally finds someone to come home to. Twilight heals from the past and ends up falling in love. A friends-to-lovers story.

tw. mentions of war, blood, subtle mutual pinning.

The past - Westalia

It wasn’t the first time you saw those green eyes.

His forehead was strained a crimson color and once his broken helmet was pulled off, blood trickled across his temple, his hair matted in a mix of sweat and dirt caked underneath. Your fingers were quick, nimble, delicate and mindful, but as soon as he felt your touch across his scalp, his eyes fluttered open.

The first thing he said was your name. It sounded coarse when it left his tongue, mouth left dry from baking under the sun for hours and in a miracle he found unconscious by soldiers. You hushed him to speak, fetching your canteen of water. You knelt down to the cot where he laid, lifting his head with your hand while placing the water to his lips to drink. While he drank, he kept his eyes on you— absorbing the face of a beautiful girl he hadn’t seen in years.

“Why are you here?”

The two of you were born in the same town of Luwen, in the country of Westalia. In childhood, there were always whispers of war— now there were shouts of it in through the blasts of bombings. 

“I joined to help the war,” you answered simply while you lowered his head back down, too focused on patching his wounds. There was a gash on his temple and abdomen, and his left leg seemed too stiff to move. Too many lives were lost, to many bodies left unclaimed and his would not be one of them, you thought. You reached for the collar of his shirt and began to unbutton it,

“Wait wait wait,” he grabbed your wrist, “I’m fine,”

“Don’t speak such nonsense, ■■■■■■, you’re—“

You felt his large hand come across your mouth while the other raised an index finger,

“Don’t say my name here. My name is Roland Spoofy.” 

The pause between you two was quickly cut with your laughter. 

“Why’d you pick such a silly name? Spoofy?” 

His eyebrows were knitted while he frowned, looking away while he began to unbutton his shirt. “I had to get in here somehow and they wouldn't take me for my age…”

He let you help him out of his shirt and noticed you had prepared a clean towel and bowl of warm water. You began to clean his body, starting first with temple, face, neck, chest, and abdomen, all the while “Mr. Spoofy,” averted your eyes and instead focused on the wall of the tent. You’d admit you were impressed by the definition he made of his own body, keeping your heart from tumbling into any more thoughts by focusing on feeling to find any hidden wounds underneath the surface of his tender skin.

The man groaned occasionally from feeling the fresh bruises that already bloomed across his body, but found your touch to be too soothing, almost drifting to sleep despite the noises clanking of metal and soldiers coming from outside. You made quick work of his stitches and wrapped the rest in gauze.

“I need to check your legs now,” you began to pull his belt to loosen it from the buckle but was met with resistance when he grabbed your wrists again,

“I-I just sprained my ankle, I’m fine!” 

“If you're worried I'll look, I'll just close my eyes,” you waited in stale silence before he conceded, motioning with nods to have you turn and wait until he called your name. He watched you turn back around with your eyes closed, putting your hand out for him to grab it, directing you to his thigh and knee.

“This is where it hurts,” you heard him murmurer. Placing both your hands over his thigh and knee and hummed, taking notice to the shape of his muscles in his leg, how it felt twisted and swollen to the touch. You were quick to creating a stint and compressed the area tightly, his eyes never losing it’s focus on you. 

“You tore several muscles in there, it’ll take a few weeks for you to heal. You might have to use crutches, but after bed rest it’ll be important for you to start walking again.” You turn away to give him privacy to change. 

“Thank you for saving me,” you heard his voice across the green tarp of the medical tent.

“Thank the soldiers who found you,” You smile. “I’m just damage control.” 

Before you departed you heard him say your name once more.

“May I see you again?” His cheeks burned, looking away from you again while he gripped the bedsheet tightly. 

“I-I mean you must be busy and I don’t want to—“

“Sure, Mr. Spoofy.” You smiled. "Anytime."

***

And he did.

He saw you again every day for weeks. He’d offer to help peel potatoes while you cooked stew for the troops, come in for weekly check-ups more than needed, and would escort you to fetch medicines from the nearby market (per him, it was too dangerous for you to be walking alone.) It was good practice for him too, you agreed, that he would practice walking with then without crutches to gain back his strength.

One day on your way back from the market, you decided to take a detour; the sun was setting and off the pathway there was a grassy hill to view it from. He watched you rush in front, waving at him when you got halfway and ushered you to join him.

“Remember when we used to play here as kids?” you pointed to the hills across the landscape once you got to the top. “Well, you and the boys would play soldier. I’d watch from the trees.” 

He nodded, looking into the sunset. “I miss those days.” 

Scattered across the horizon were signs of the past, old wreckage of building from bombings of war. It would make him feel hollow, passing by the destruction below. But when he looked back at you and how the sun cast warm hues across your face, wind that made your hair slow dance across, he suddenly felt full.

“You know, I had a big crush on you back then…” He couldn't believe what he was admitting and blamed it on his head wound.

“Hah! Really?” You chuckled, “Well, I might’ve had one on you, too...” 

“Really?” He looked stunned. 

“You were the first boy I liked,” you admitted. “When the war first started, I dreamt we were older and you asked me to run away with you, once.” 

“Of course I’d run away with you!” he confessed through blushed cheeks, “I-I mean, what man wouldn’t? You’re a catch... And...”

Your giggle warming his cheeks while you leaned against his shoulder and just for a fleeting moment, the war didn't exist, just you, him, and the burning sun that was saying it's goodbye across the horizon. He could barely resist the persistent urge to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you into himself.

“I didn’t know you knew how to speak to a woman, an engaged one nonetheless…”

He froze. “Engaged?” 

You nodded quietly, looking into the distance. “Before I left he said he’d marry me. Honestly, I thought he wasn’t going to do it at all. I think it was his way of trying to get me to stay.”

“Oh…” he looked at you and frowned.

‘Then why do you look so sad?’

He had this question lodged in his heart but it never escaped his lips. He could only keep his eyes on you, your sad smile, and mustered up the words he could only assume felt right in that moment.

“If there’s one thing for sure, it’s that any man would be so lucky to have you.” Giving you a reassuring squeeze before putting some distance between, he was quick to push down a budding feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.

“Promise me this, ■■■■■■,” 

You took his hands in your lap, “Promise me the both of us will make it out of this war, alive. And one day lead happy lives,” you kissed the tops of his hands then placing one against your cheek, giving him a smile that could surely melt his permafrost.

He smiled, placing a gentle kiss on the top of yours and did the same, never realizing how your heart beat against your chest in that moment.

“I promise.”

It wouldn’t be your last time you’d see those green eyes, but it would be years later that you’d see them again.

***

AN. This will be a 3-Part, Loid Forger x Female!Reader series entitled, Coming Home to You, I hope you enjoy, and please consider reblogging, commenting and giving feedback! Thank you <3

[eternal-echoes]

Something tells me that the guy who recruited Twilight probably knows that his friends were assigned in that ill-conceived operation. But I also can't jump into the assumption that he orchestrated that so he can recruit Twilight because so far WISE has been shown to be benevolent, even to the people they're enemies with (none of them has show to have killed an SSS officer (they may have offscreen for self-defense but seems like when they have a chance to they don't need to, they don't), and WISE agents were kind enough to leave a sign about the bomb during the terror bomb dog crisis arc). He probably didn't have much control on military operations so even if he knew his friends would die he couldn't do anything about it.

But I also need to remind myself that these scenes were all flashbacks so them being right next to each other doesn't mean they happened right after another as if days or even weeks didn't pass.

It's just a little weird that he shows up knowing that they were his childhood friends right after they died. Like was he waiting to confirm that he was [redacted] and not actually Roland Spoofy by getting his friends to come by near him just before they were assigned in that ill-conceived operation?

[logarithmicpanda]

Only Spy x Family will dedicate pages and pages to the horrors of war and the way propaganda makes the enemy seems like less than human, only to turn around and use "Roland Spoofy" as a character's name lmao

[louwhose]

Blind Spots | Scars

AO3 | First | Previous | Next So, on AO3, I changed the rating from G -> T and added the warning "Graphic Depictions of Violence." Because, as I was writing a scene in a later chapter yesterday, I realized that it seemed a little... intense. More will be said about this on the relevant chapter. Also, there are some spoilers in here for anyone who only watches the anime. I don't think there's anything huge, but I'm not sure how good of a judge I am. If you're concerned about that at all, this is your warning.

scar | noun

\ ˈskär \

4 : a lasting moral or emotional injury

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Twilight had many scars.

There were just as many missions where the stakes were those of physical danger rather than detection, and sometimes, he wondered at how he managed to survive. He was thankful to have those scars, if they only meant another day of life, to keep fighting the silent war he fought to protect others from having as harsh a life as he did.

Though, there was one scar that belonged not to Loid, not to Twilight, not even to Roland Spoofy, but to [REDACTED]. A simple child that lived before war reached him, that tried to pick a rose to give to his mother, and a thorn stabbed him as he tried to pick it up, leaving a faint scar to this day.

Twilight looked down at the scar, then back at the roses in the flower stand, remembering this story. Of course his mother had tended to it and made it better, and of course he went and got the roses later, more careful this time.

He missed her. Someone to give flowers to, for no other reason in the world than to see a smile on her face. Now, there was someone else he wanted to give flowers to, someone he wanted to see smile, but gone was the time when it wasn’t mixed up with conflicting interests.

Flowers. Roses. Thorns.

The Thorn Princess.

Once he suspected something was not quite as it appeared with Yor, it hadn’t been difficult to confirm that she was, in fact, an assassin. A member of Garden, to be precise. The Thorn Princess.

But he had yet to determine what he should do, if anything, moving forward. For the time being, he chose to err on the side of maintaining the status quo, reasoning that everything had gone well enough so far. At the very least, he could keep an eye on her assignments to see if she were supposed to deal with anyone from WISE. Not to mention, at this point in Operation Strix, he could hardly go and find another mother for Anya, and both of them would likely be traumatized in the process.

But he needed to certainly try to take extra precautions, now more than ever. Because if Yor ever discovered that Loid was Twilight, who knew what might happen? Yes, Garden didn’t typically seem to target WISE, but still, it was an Ostanian organization looking out for Ostanian interests.

But even then, was there anything he could do to prevent a potential fallout if his identity was somehow broken? Normally, he wouldn’t be concerned about this at all, but he was living with Yor. And she was often willing to be blinded, but he could hardly count on that working everytime, so it didn’t hurt to come up with something as a… just in case.

Perhaps his best insurance was her emotions. Making sure that she does begin to care for him more and more, but… he also cared for her, so it was likely to make it so that they both just got hurt worse if things do go badly. Then maybe it would be better to put distance between themselves. Hint at her identity, maybe?

Loid glanced at the roses, walked up, and bought them, despite the 20 dalc price tag on the bouquet. He couldn’t quite tell which plan he was going with.

-

“What are the roses for?”

Loid reluctantly dropped his gaze from Yor to stare at the roses. He wasn’t quite sure. Was it to see her smile? To make her smile for his own protection? Or to tell her he knew who she was, subtle though it may be?

“Ah, I saw them on my way home from work.” True enough. He looked back up to meet her eyes again. “And thought of you.”

And Yor did smile.

It was a small smile of gratitude, mouth barely rounding upwards, cheeks flushed. But still, a smile, unmistakeable, breathtaking. Lovely.

And that was the moment [REDACTED] realized that he had fallen in love with Yor.

But that was foolish, Twilight knew. Any unnecessary emotions had to be pushed away. Loid could have them, but Twilight wasn’t quite Loid, now was he?

“Papa and Mama are going to kiss!” Anya said loudly, interrupting the moment.

Loid sighed, looking down at his daughter. Why was she like this? It wouldn’t be surprising if she wanted to have an actual family, but… well, no matter how much even he might like that idea, it couldn’t be.

He shifted the bouquet to one arm to pull Anya away from his leg. “Why don’t you go put your stuff down in your room, and we’ll get a snack for you once you’re out?”

He watched her walk reluctantly down the hall towards her room to do as he asked, grumbling the whole time. Loid turned around once he saw her go through her door, and was met with Yor right next to him once he looked back. It still took him by surprise, how she was able to move without his notice. I suppose it must be useful in her profession, he thought. But still.

Yor tugged lightly at his coat, encouraging him to remove first his free hand before switching the roses to that arm in order to extract the other. As she turned to hang it up, Loid contemplated how… natural it felt. How decidedly normal.

And again, Loid wished that the truth of that, or at least as close to the truth of that as the two of them could get, wasn’t impossible.

Yor placed her hands around the bouquet and Loid loosened his hold so she could take it out of his hands. She smiled at him. “I’ll put these in a vase. Thank you so much for these, Loid.”

Then, softly, sweetly, quickly, she placed a hand on his shoulder to steady herself before she went onto her tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek, lingering just too long to be considered brief. Before Loid had a chance to react, she lowered, turned around, and sauntered off to the kitchen.

He stared after Yor in a daze, hand coming up to linger on the spot she had kissed him, feeling a blush coming on.

There was a movement to his side and he glanced over, met with the sight of Anya staring at him. Since when had she been there? He let his hand drop to his side, the flush starting to creep onto his face.

“Mama kissed Papa,” she remarked, huge grin and lit-up eyes on her face.

That stopped the floodgates preventing his blush. “So? What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing!” Anya squealed. “I love it!”

Loid sighed, contentedly. Of course she would want her parents to get along. That’s what any child would want. Something very… reasonable, even. That’s why it would hurt more than he cared to admit when this mission came to an end.

He tucked those thoughts away even as they flitted through his mind, barely even registering them himself, before fully immersing himself back into his role as Loid Forger, the father. “So, what do you want for a snack?”

“Hmm…” Anya leaned her head back as she considered the question on their way to the kitchen. “How about a cucumber!?”

Loid raised an eyebrow as he looked down at her. “You mean you want something more than peanuts?”

She nodded solemnly, climbing up into her seat at the table. “They’re cool!”

That was undeniably correct, but still, to think she wanted it that much. Loid frowned. “Is it really that hot outside tod—?”

“CUCUMBER!” Anya insisted, slamming her hands down on the table, making the few things that were on it shake as she did so.

“Alright!” he conceded. Loid glanced at Yor coming in with the flowers as he started rolling up his sleeves, glad that she hadn’t placed the vase on the table before Anya caused it to shake. He noticed her start to fuss with it a bit before he headed into the kitchen to get the cucumber, knife, and cutting board. “I’ll get it ready for you now.”

He was just wrapping his hands around it when Anya called, “Come back here!”

Loid huffed in annoyance, wondering what it could be now, but peeked his head back into the dining room. “I’m just in the kitchen to work on your snack. What is it?”

She shook her head. “Not now. I want to see you chop it up.”

“Just let me grab the cutting board and a knife, then.”

When he came back into the room, Loid was met with the sight of Yor gingerly touching one of the flowers on the edge, staring intensely at the bouquet, with a gaze nearly deserving of being described murderous. And Anya was staring at her, in some mix between fascination and horror.

Loid may love his family, but there were certainly instances that he didn’t understand them.

He set the cutting board down before getting to work chopping up the cucumber. The clacking of the motion drew both of their attention to him.

“Oh?” Yor asked. “So you’re having a cucumber?”

“Mmhmm!” Anya nodded.

Yor reached out and took one of the slices before eating it.

“Mama! That’s my snack!”

Loid briefly paused his chopping to do the same. Anya’s jaw just dropped.

Feeling a little guilty, he drew another piece out to slide across the table to her. She reached out and took it, and then paused.

“What’s that?”

Loid froze. “What?”

“On your arm,” Anya said, pointing. She gestured to a spot on her own forearm. “Here.”

He looked down at his arm. Yes, Twilight had a lot of scars, but… they were usually covered, and he didn’t have to think about them much. “A scar.”

“What happened?”

Shrapnel. From my time in the army. Like he could tell the truth.

“I scraped it against the jagged corner of a building when I was a teenager,” he answered as close to the truth as he could, before starting to chop again.

Anya’s eyes sparkled at that for some reason. Certainly, it had been a long time since he was six, but what exactly was so interesting about that?

“What about that one?” she asked, pointing to one on his other wrist, somewhat circular.

That was a more recent one, on one of his other missions. It had been a bit of a close call, getting handcuffed, and for long enough that one of his wrists got bloody. This one was a bit more challenging to explain away.

“My… watch chafed too much.”

Apparently Yor had been interested in this topic, too, because she leaned in and asked, “How did that happen?”

“I… was wearing it a notch too tight,” Loid lamely explained. Not his best work, but hopefully it would surpass their scrutiny.

“That! What about that?” Anya asked, somehow even more enthusiastic than before.

“Accident with a fishing hook,” he answered truthfully, looking down at the small crescent moon shape on the back of his hand. Seriously, that had been years ago. How was it still visible?

He was done chopping the cucumber, and passed it over to Anya to eat. “Is that all? Or do you want to interrogate me more about my scars?”

Anya looked decidedly less interested in it than before. Why? She seemed to like interesting things, and a fishing hook story seemed far more interesting than a watch, to him at least.

“Oh, I’d like to hear about just one more,” Yor said.

Loid spread his hands out palm up offering them to her. “Which one?”

She leaned in, hovering over them to examine. She gently took them into her own hands, tracing her fingers along a few scars, turning his hands over, before settling on the faint one on the pad of his thumb, tapping it. “What is the story behind this one?”

Those red eyes staring intently at him suddenly made it seem difficult to speak. “I was a child. I saw a rose, and wanted to pick it for my mother, but the thorn got me instead.”

Yor seemed content with that, and withdrew to steal cucumbers from and tease Anya some more.

Loid stared back down at it, gaze flitting from in between the scar to Yor. Yes, a rose may be beautiful and lovely, but its thorns made it dangerous to pick up. Yes, Yor may be beautiful and lovely and phenomenal in every way, deserving the world and love, but the Thorn Princess was more dangerous than it was worth.

Twilight closed his fist. As much as he might want to play house here with Yor and Anya, it was too dangerous. This was a mission, it would end. Maybe, if things went well enough, those two could somehow have a nice, happy normal life when this was all over, but he would have no place in it, he was now realizing after he had gotten attached to them already.

The cucumbers were a plot device to make Loid roll up his sleeves so that they could have that conversation about scars. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! Please leave a comment! I love hearing what people think about my work (even if I'm not the best about replying)! First | Previous | Next

[shysheeperz]

[shiue-crossover]

The Forgers in My Crossover

Now, this is where the AU begins. Not only because Forger becomes a real family name here, but also because I added some people in the family. Of course, it's none other than Loid's parents. Their physical appearances are just like [REDACTED]'s parents featured in chapter 62 of the manga, with clearer faces. I named his father Roland Forger (clearly inspired by Roland Spoofy) and his mother Vivianne Forger (this name just sounds pretty good enough to me). Also, I added one more person in the family, and he's an OC of mine, who is Loid's twin brother in this crossover, Lionel Forger (inspired by one of Twilight's previous disguises).

Both of the twins were smart enough that they even had studied in Eden College (yeah, this AU is integrated with Eden AU). One of them got his first love there, but then they got separated as he continued his study in a university in Hungary with his brother while she stayed in Germany (guess who). Then, Lionel met Reina Beineix in Hungary and fell in love with her. They were lovey dovey with each other until at some point, they planned their marriage right after Lionel found out that Reina was pregnant, just a while after they graduated from university.

Even so, a tragedy happened and ruined their plans. The Forgers (minus Loid who needed to go somewhere else before the marriage ceremony) got into a car accident and none of them were saved. Loid knew about Reina's pregnancy and as the only one who survived from his family, he decided to take over Lionel's responsibility to marry Reina. When Anya was born, Loid really assumed her as his own daughter, even though Reina noticed that he still couldn't stop thinking about his first love.

Before the bomb incident took her life away, Reina asked Loid to take care of Anya. She also shared her wish to enroll Anya into Eden College, as Lionel always complimented his school in front of her when they were dating, and that's why Loid moved back to Germany with the three years old Anya. Shortly after that, he coincidentally reunited with his first love, Yor (I know you see it coming already), and they got married two years after the little family moved. A year later, Anya started studying in Eden College.

In short, some of the lies in the series became the truths in this crossover AU.

So, that's my headcanon about the Forgers in this crossover. I know that it probably sounds too dramatic, but at least I try to make it more make sense.

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Summary: The Seventh Sun and her brothers have been killed... leaving a child in the god of lies' care.

⚠️WARNING: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH⚠️

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A prequel of sorts to "Beyond Sun and Moon" regarding Loid's past. Please mind the tags!

Written for Twilight Week Day 2 - Soldier by the lovely @twiyorbase

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