#twiyor week

[fran-aka-mak]

day 4 of twiyor week : secret identity 👥

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[twiyorbase]

TWIYOR WEEK 2024 REVEAL 🕵️🌹

We have reached the fourth edition of this event, we hope you like them!

See Spanish version below.

[nallhir]

based on that one tumblr post where twilight would blurt i love you to yor out of nowhere. just because

bonus (sorry franky):

[eiko82]

The Wedding <3

[ddmienz]

TwiYor Week - Day 1: Domestic

chichi to haha icha icha~

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(I apologize, but I'll color this when I feel better.)

[itsmaferart]

Twiyor parallelism 1 → Garden vs WISE

(Warning: Contains manga spoiler)

In my previous post do a couple of analysis of Twilight and Yor individually, detailing individual aspects of their personality and the conflict that raises each character in their background. Now, I want to develop an analysis that will be divided into several parts, about these characters at the point where they are similar and opposite to each other, and how their dynamics develop. I clarify, that this is based on the manga and my own point of view, being my own theories of what it means - but this can change, depending on the course that follows the manga that is in issue. That being said, let's get started!

Before being immersed in Twiyor. I will start by analyzing the respective organizations to which they both belong.

One of the oldest theory within the SxF fandom is the "battle between Twilight, the spy, and Thorn princess." The theory is based on Yor, who is someday assigned to Twilight, going to meet and have an epic battle, and Anya is the one who ends up stopping them, and that will end the story. "- In short, that's what the theory is based on. And most of the fandom is only debated by who would win the two. However, I think we really need to look at the probabilities of this happening:

What is the conflict?

Of course, part of the dynamics of the plot and subplots of the chapters is that the characters do not discover their identities, with Anya being the first to interfere to prevent this from happening. Since, this could lead to the Forger family disappearing.

That's right Anya!, frogs can separate your family!

However, the Spy x Family plot consists of two conflicts. The dichotomy between peace/war and truth/lie. On the one hand, the context of the plot speaks of two countries Westalis and Ostania, which live on the verge of restarting a war conflict. Peace is only transitory, a cover built so that from the shadow people affiliated with the government of that country (or another) plan the war.

Meanwhile, the relationship of the protagonists - Forger Family - and most of the characters around them, is based on lies and truths. Each character hides their true identity, having a double life that no one but them (and Anya) knows. But, on the other hand, each character has a truth that motivates to preserve lies. Although the methods are "selfish," the purpose of each character (except for some) is noble. It is at this point that both central conflicts have an impact on each other.

Certainly, Twilight and Yor are the main ones. Both have dangerous jobs to hide from the world through lies.

Now, when we look at their work I really question if: WISE and Garden are enemies? —It is really difficult to have any concrete basis on this subject, considering that we know very little about Jardin. But I going to build on what little we have so far—

WISE vs Garden

Franky tells Twilight that they suspect an informant was killed by one of Garden's killers. Surprisingly, Twilight looks surprised and asks if these weren't just an "urban legend"? And that half of his acts are mere rumors. Franky claims that everything is real, and that they "purge" the "traitors of the fatherland." Twilight quickly assumes that every government has unofficial "paramilitaries" who handle dirty work.

Which I miss a lot, implying that Twilight/WISE is not fully aware of Garden as we thought. They know their existence, but do not look too concerned as if they were not a "direct threat to them." Twilight himself reacts very calmly.

If we are guided by the Twilight and Yor ages, we know that both organizations surely existed long before they joined. So so far there may not have been a forceful encounter between them as to consider them enemies —unlike SSS who are clear enemy of Westalis' spies. If what Franky says is totally true: It implies that Garden has its own goal, which may or may not interfere with them. These killers are also military personnel who protect an ideal, in order to protect Ostania. And perhaps, they can "be against war."

In the Twilight backstory, we discovered that smear campaigns play an important role in the war, as the people of Westalis say that Ostania started the war, and vice versa. Franky again plays the role of "informant" for the viewer. Making clear, everything is actually the fault of the rulers, and the inhabitants of both countries end up suffering the consequences.

The director mentions that "People who see war as just another way to make a buck" ...Mentioning that it is a despicable act and that his country, Ostania, does not need this "type of people."

I wouldn't know if this is a thought of his own, or if this is the aim of Garden. But, considering that Yor also yearns for a "peaceful life," I will assume that this is something Garden practices as a doctrine.

The methods of the killers in the Garden may not be ethical, but we could say that they are those who think of fighting "fire against fire." Fighting the enemy with their same methods, so there are hitmen who only manage for money, while they for seemingly noble reasons.

In the same cruise bow there is an example of how the "black market" helped feed people who lost everything to war. The shopkeeper mentions that there is a family that worked hard to make the underworld run "honorably"

There is mention of a man who took over this organization. This man looks a lot like the same man who was in the Anya and Bond experiments. Coincidence? I do not believe it

It is here that I see a little difficult for Garden to assign Thron Princess to kill Twilight, as a casual plea, similar to her other victims. If that were the case, long ago this would have happened, and surely there would be a huge reward for the spy's head. Otherwise with the SSS, if you have been looking for it for some time.

Yuri mentions "someone who doesn't look his age." —Twilight lied about his age in the army, so they must have little information about him.

My impressions are:

Honestly, I doubt that at the current point WISE and Garden are really enemies, so I doubt that there is any interest in destroying each other, so I see it as very difficult for these two organizations to have any intention of crossing. Indirectly, I think both sides want to avoid war, either to "preserve peace" or to "protect their own ideals and interests."

So I don't see an interest in sending their deadliest weapons into combat → Since their interest is not to stop espionage or internal purging forces. Both organizations strive to maintain control

The only way I see this possible is for a very catastrophic event to occur, where one side is incriminating in the eyes of the other.

However, I do not rule out the possibility of a meeting: There is a possibility that WISE will be framed or harmed in an event, that the Ostanian intelligence forces will end up blaming as part of a plan. Forcing the SSS and Garden to take action

But will Twilight and Thorn Princess really be able to fight by discovering each other? After all that has happened.... The impact that the truth can have for them can be so difficult that I really doubt that they can assimilate it

But I will leave this for the next analysis. I hope you enjoyed it!

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What is your opinion?

You can read here the next part

[claudskiart]

You were tasked to secretly follow the Forger family on a date, but they caught you staring at them. Mission failed(?)

[louwhose]

Blind Spots | Flowers

AO3 | Previous | Next Well, I may not have posted a chapter yesterday, but I DO have this one today! I should theoretically be able to finish the rest of the story on time, but... we shall see.

flowers | noun

flow·​ers | \ ˈflau̇(-ə)rs \

1d : a cut stem of a plant with its flower

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Thorn Princess.

Derived from Yor’s surname, or rather her maiden name, of Briar. The spines that accompany a flower. The thorns that protect a wild rose.

Of course, Yor hadn’t been clever enough to come up with it herself. No, that credit was due to the Shopkeeper.

Yes, the Shopkeeper, the Gardener of Garden. Her coworkers weren’t quite as bad as Yor, but they were all hitmen, not exactly valued for their brains. The Shopkeeper was always the mind behind each operation.

So Yor chose to tell him about her discovery.

Of course, she spent quite a few days debating about whether or not she should. After all, it was so easy to ignore, and pretend that she had imagined the whole thing. Was it really so bad if Loid was a spy for Westalis? Even the fact that they got along so well despite their opposing nationalities and conflicting interests gave her hope for peace beyond this cold war their countries were locked in.

But… their goals were just too different. Yor had married him to avoid discovery by the secret police, but it could hardly be good if the west knew she was an assassin either. And Loid was sharp. Sooner or later, he was bound to notice that something was off, if he hadn't already.

So Yor, after nearly a week of knowing Loid was a spy, she chose to call the Shopkeeper while her husband was away at work, whatever it was that he really did.

"Thorn Princess?" the kindly voice of the old man answered after a few rings. "You don't usually contact me. What is it?"

"Umm…" Yor hesitated. Not because the Shopkeeper was intimidating, at least not to her, but because this was something big, and important, and suddenly she didn't feel quite as certain that Loid was, in fact, a spy. But she had come this far. She might as well voice her suspicions, even if that was all they were.

"I think my husband might be a spy for Westalis!" she blurted.

All that came through the earpiece to the phone was the faint crackling and static that accompanied every call. Then finally, she heard a long breath being let out under the static. "What makes you think that?"

Yor explained how she had found the bug in Loid's room, and how she could think of no other possible explanation, and how there might be a scheme with Eden and Anya somehow involved.

The Shopkeeper sighed. "I can see why you thought that. It still might be for some other reason, but you're right, we can't discard the possibility that he might be a spy."

There was a suspenseful pause before he continued. "Do you think he might be Twilight?"

Yor froze. Twilight, the most infamous of all the spies, man of a thousand faces, able to infiltrate anywhere, do anything? While all of that did seem to be fairly in line with the kind of capability that Loid always showed, she didn't think that alone necessarily pointed to the two being one and the same. "Why?"

"We had so little reason to suspect him before. Your husband seems to have done an extremely good job of keeping his work removed from his home life, if he is indeed a spy."

Yor dragged a hand over her arm, as though there had been a chill in the air. “So he might be the best.”

“Yes.” There was a pause. “We’ll try to get some of our own people that are skilled in information gathering to try to confirm that Loid Forger is, in fact, a spy. It will be difficult, since a spy will take precautions to avoid detection. But until then, just act normal. We’ll let you know if we need you to do something.”

And just like that, the Shopkeeper hung up.

Yor slowly drew her hand away from her ear and let it clack back onto the receiver. Wondering what they might need her to do at all. She wasn’t good for much besides killing. Her hand started trembling before her thought process caught up with the emotion.

They might want her to kill Loid.

Of course. She was an assassin. What else was she good for? But that didn’t make it hurt any less, even as a possibility. Yor sunk to the floor, clutching her arms around her knees and crying into them.

Could she even do it? Kill Loid, or rather, an enemy spy? She wondered as she sobbed.

No, she realized with alarming clarity. No, she couldn’t. Because, no matter how much their professions opposed the other’s, he was Loid. Her husband, the one that she… loved?

Yes. Loved.

She realized it now.

Yor loved Loid. Had for… a while now. Might have first fallen for him when he stood up for her at that first date where he pretended to be her husband. And everything since had only built it up.

This little family was real, to her, anyway. And no matter what she was told to do, she couldn’t destroy it. She took this job to create peace for others, and… well, killing Loid was not the answer to that. If the Shopkeeper told her to do it anyway…

Yor clenched her fist.

She stood up and wiped her tears off of her cheeks, feeling the heat radiating from them after getting so worked up. She went into the bathroom and washed off her face, which both helped her to cool down and refreshed her.

The door opened and slammed shut, and Yor came out to see Anya bursting in, just back from school. She smiled.

“Mama! Mama!” Anya squealed, literally bouncing up and down with joy. “You’ll never guess what Sy-on boy said to me to—”

Anya’s ramble quickly came to a halt as she somehow tripped over her own feet and face planted on the floor.

Yor hurried over to help the girl back onto her feet.

“Are you alright?” Anya nodded, and besides her nose being a little red and her eyes a little wide, she didn’t look any worse for the wear. “What were you saying about Damian?”

“Mama.” Anya stared at Yor with an oddly determined expression on her face that managed to make her nervous. “Are you a good or a bad person?”

Yor’s jaw just dropped in shock. What was this now? Sure, she had been considering the fact that she might have to kill Loid, and hadn’t quite recovered from that train of thought once Anya came home, but what would make the girl question it?

Yor raised her hands defensively and waved furiously. “Good! I’m a good person!”

Anya nodded solemnly. “That’s good. I see, I see.”

Yor stood there, looking at her daughter and wondering if she should ask about the story again. Or about her day? Or maybe just offer to let her play for a while as she prepared a snack for her. Any of these were fine, really, but she was still reeling from that question out of the blue. It was hard to figure out what to do when you found out your daughter seemed to think you might be a bad person for some reason.

Of course, Anya had no consideration for this, and proceeded to ask a question that somehow managed to take Yor even more off-guard. “Do you like Papa?”

“O-of course!” she answered instantly, face starting to burn up to a bright red once again. She had barely managed to realize that she was, in fact, in love with Loid, and now to talk about it, with her daughter of all people. If she hadn’t just realized that she loved him romantically, it would have been no problem to admit it, since she had been aware of loving him in a broader sense for a while now and had no shame in admitting that. “I mean, of course I love him, just like I love you. Well, maybe not just like the way I love you, but…”

Yor trailed off, unsure of what she was trying to say. She must resemble a fire engine now. She buried her head in her hands.

And of course, that of all times was when Loid came home. With a bouquet of red roses clenched almost uncertainly in hand. Not nearly as large as the one Yuri brought that first time he came over, but that was truly ridiculous and this one was still large by any normal scale.

Of course, Yor only knew any of this by peeking out between her fingers, taking in his slightly perplexed expression as he tried to figure out what was happening here, with his wife beet-red and face in hands in front of his daughter.

“Papa!” Anya exclaimed, running over to him and hugging onto one leg. “Mama likes you!”

One corner of his mouth quirked up in something between understanding and amusement. “Well, I would hope so.”

She rested her chin on his leg, looking up at him pointedly. “No, Papa. Mama actually said that she loves you.”

“Oh?” Loid asked, raising an eyebrow before turning his gaze from his daughter to meet Yor’s eyes.

She immediately uncovered them from behind her hands as she explained. “I was just saying how I love both of you, of course. You’re both my only family, besides Yuri, after all. And…” No. She was not confessing yet. Not here, not like this. Not so totally unprepared to do so. She changed the subject. “What are the roses for?”

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

Yor felt her face warm up again, not from embarrassment, but from the warmth of being… loved? Was that it? The revelations she’d had in the past week made it seem unlikely, but she certainly felt like she was being loved.

“Papa and Mama are going to kiss!” Anya exclaimed. Yor’s attention turned back down to the girl looking back and forth between the two parents and felt the embarrassment creep back in.

Instead of loudly protesting with a “no” like she usually would, Yor just… considered it. And how, erm… nice it sounded.

Loid drew her attention again with a sigh as he leaned down to gently pull Anya off 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?”

Anya grumbled about being kept out of the “juicy stuff,” but went as she was asked.

Yor managed to shake herself out of her daze enough to walk over to where Loid was, first helping him out of his coat to hang it by the door, and then taking the bouquet from him. “I’ll put these in a vase. Thank you so much for these, Loid.”

And then, with a burst of confidence from she didn’t know where, Yor leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed him. Just on the cheek, but still.

Then, too afraid to see how he would react to that, she hurried to the kitchen to get a vase and prepare the flowers. Loid did follow her a few moments later, setting to work on preparing Anya’s snack.

Yor went to place the vase on the table, listening to Loid and Anya’s banter absentmindedly as she carefully checked the arrangement to see that it was nicely done.

As she drew back to admire it finally, one hand lingered, and she was suddenly struck by a bit of melancholy. These flowers were beautiful, of course, but cut off from their roots, they wouldn’t stay alive very long, no matter how much water they had.

She couldn’t do much for the flowers. But Yor  would not let herself be cut off from her family.

If you have questions about Loid and the flowers like my brother did, I will simply ask you to please wait until the next chapter, because that should clear things up. Probably. If I did my job right. *sweats nervously* 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)! Previous | Next

[whateversawesome]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Characters: Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Anya Forger, Bond (SPY x FAMILY), Franky Franklin Additional Tags: Romance, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, TwiYor, Twiyor baby, Happy Ending, Kissing, Twiyor Valentine 2023, Twiyor Valentine Week 2023, First Kiss, First Dates

CHAPTER 5 is up!

Chapter Summary: At Franky's wedding, the former spy and ex-informant face a terrible problem.

Part of Twiyor Valentine Week. Day 6: Wedding

[petri808]

@twiyorweek day 3 Scars ficlet

The night was cool, but in their bedroom the warmth of their bodies kept Loid and Yor comfortable. After years of loneliness, the old, new couple found solace in each other’s arms, free to finally be their true selves with someone.

Loid cuddled Yor to his side, resting her head against his shoulder. “I’m still surprised it took me so long to figure out you were an assassin. I completely failed as a spy on that front.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Loid, I didn’t figure out who you were either. And thanks to Anya, we didn’t turn into enemies.”

“Yeah, Anya, lil miss psychic,” he laughed, “now it all makes sense how she seemed so intuitive.” Pausing in reflection, a small chuckle on his lips. “The spy, the assassin, and the psychic. What a family we make.”

A companionable silence filled the bedroom as the couple basked in post-coital glow. Loid’s hand swept over Yor’s back and waist, gently rubbing her skin as it traveled her voluptuous curves. When his fingers reached her butt, it felt a small raised scar.

“What’s this?” He questioned.

“A scar…” Yor blushed, hiding her face in his chest, “that’s, um, embarrassing… I actually got it while we were still faking things. Remember the night I got home tired and went straight to bed?”

“I remember! I thought you were mad at me.”

She giggled nervously, “nope, just shot on assignment.” Hoping to change the subject, Yor asked, “what about you,” touching a long scar on his right pec muscle, “this one looks like it was painful.”

Loid took Yor’s hand that was touching the spot, and brought it to his lips for a chaste kiss. “It looks worse than it was. I got it when I was just starting out and the guy managed to slice me before I could disarm him.” His voice grew softer, gentler. “But speaking of painful,” tracing a scar close to her heart, “this is a close call.”

Yor teared up instantly, “oh… just an inch and I wouldn’t be here…”

Hearing the waver in her voice, Loid quickly cuddled her close to comfort. “It’s okay….”

“Sorry that one always gets to me because I thought I wouldn’t see Yuri again.”

Loid tipped Yor’s chin up, wiping away a few tears that trickled down her cheek and kissed her lips. “I’m sorry you had to experience that… I think I know how it would feel now that I have Anya to care for.”

“We,” Yor cradled Loid’s cheek, “have Anya to care for. And we’ll do an amazing job of it.”

After another quick kiss, Loid took Yor’s hand and placed it over his heart. “At least there’s one scar of mine that’s been healed.”

“Healed?” She questioned. “Scars don’t just heal.”

His eyes grew half-lidded, smiling, “you and Anya healed my heart with your love.”

Happy tears quickly gathered once more, as Yor scooped up his face and kissed him amorously. “Oh, Loid…”

[teenytraveler]

Loid fell asleep on the couch yet again smh… 😔

[fran-aka-mak]

day 1 of twiyor week : domestic 🍽

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[twiyorbase]

Good Sunday, fans! 

How are they doing? 

We are already in the month of #twiyorweek!

[nallhir]

my late submission for twiyorweek day 5: farewell kiss

in which loid is too injured to finish his mission so yor takes over instead.

[crucipuzzled]

Low but Responsible Budget Productions proudly presents: my entry for Twiyor Week Second Edition, Day 7: End of Mission/Hope.

Just a small speck of hope, actually. And this post will probably take a long while to load. Thank you for your patience.

Alternative title: Loid's Spooky Night.

Thanks to @twiyorbase for the prompts! I had a blast from beginning to end. Happy Spooky days everyone.

[itsmaferart]

Twiyor Headcanon #2

Twilight and Yor, on a mission. While Twilight takes 00:01 seconds to think of a hundred ways to get in. It took Yor that long to kick the door down and kill the security guards.