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adoreyor · 1 year

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i cant get the idea of the forger family celebrating holidays (that i celebrate) together out my head so you people get the ideas my rotted brain produces.

like valentines day, loid and anya making valentines day cards for yor, anya making hers with wayyy too much glitter and using sparkly pens to write about how much she loves her mama, loid writing in his card about how thankful he is that yor is in his life helping him raise anya. yor giving loid a card that thanks him for being in her life and helping her feel the sense of normal she wanted to feel. the three of them working together and making cookies that are heart shaped and yor and loid making anya a peanut butter flavoured cookie. them making sweets to give to anyas class and her making individual, specially decorated ones for becky, damian, ewen and emile. loid and yor going on a date to ‘keep up appearances’ of a real couple, but both of them really enjoying their time together that when they get back home they just spend the night laughing and talking, a little tipsy, on the couch whilst anya sleeps.

easter with the forgers and loid and yor hide little chocolate eggs around the house for anya to find, telling her the easter bunny came and hid them, her making it into some spy mission with bond and loid and yor playing along. loid trying to teach her about why people celebrate easter but anya is just interested in it because she gets to eat chocolate eggs. yor helping her paint eggs. anya dressing up like a little bunny would be adorable too.

mothers day and anya and loid getting up extra early to make yor breakfast in bed and giving her sweet cards and gifts that thank her for being part of their family. anya and yor having a girls day out and anya spending the entire day telling everyone she talks to about how amazing her mama is and yor just blushing and crying because of how much she loves anya. then later when anya goes to bed, yor thanks loid for allowing her to be part of their family and letting her be anyas mother. loid telling her that he’s not “letting her be” anyas mother because she is anyas mother, no question about it.

fathers day and yor and anya TRY to make loid breakfast in bed the same as they did for yor, buttt it doesn’t go to plan and loid wakes up and sees them making a mess of the kitchen and just watches them with a soft smile on his face, realising that he hadn’t ever felt just so content, seeing his girls try to do something as simple as make a fathers day breakfast for him. he eventually takes pity on them and goes over to help them make breakfast. yor feeling embarrassed that she needed help to make a simple breakfast for him but loid telling her that he was grateful they even tried in the first place. then anya gives him a card she made in school and on the front its him as a spy and he immediately freezes up before she ‘explains’ that its him as bondman because they’re both her favourite heros. loid and anya having a father daughter day out, loid telling himself its to keep up appearances but slowly just forgetting that as the day goes on and just completely adoring the time he gets to spend with his baby. them coming back home late and as hes tucking anya into bed she thanks him for being the best papa ever and he cant help but smile at that, kissing her head before leaving the room, still with a smile on his face.

getting to halloween and anya is obsessed! she dresses up as a spy and makes loid and yor dress as bondman and princess honey. them carving pumpkins, loid making a very traditional looking pumpkin, yor being skilled with the knife shes using the carve the pumpkin but she ends up cutting too much and it falls apart. anya seeing yors mess and deciding to ask her papa for help make hers instead of her mama. them going trick or treating and everyone thinking that they’re an absolutely adorable family, anya using her cute eyes to get more candy from people in her bag. the three of them watching a silly halloween cartoon when they get home, anya eating all the candy she got, then being absolutely exhausted and passing out into a food coma.

christmas! loid and yor ask anya if shes ready for santa to come and she just blurts out that she knows santa isnt real. she can literally read minds. loid remembering shes been raised in orphanages and other families, he thinks shes been disillusioned because of that. yor thinking anya probably picked it up from someone at school and tries to convince her that santa is real, but anya doesnt budge. so, worried that she never got to experience christmas like a normal child, he and yor make it their mission to give her an amazing one. they decorate the house, put up a tree and let anya put the star on the top, they take christmas family photos in matching outfits, including bond of course. despite knowing santa isn’t real, anya gets excited about staying up to catch the man. yor giggling at her silly antics and loid just shaking his head before ushering her off to bed. then the two of them spending the next hour bringing out her presents and placing them under the tree, then just sitting together and discussing what christmas was like in their homes growing up and how they celebrated. anya waking both of them up in the morning by jumping on them in bed, the three of them opening up presents they got eachother. loid and yor giving eachother gifts and anya giggling saying their flirting. snow falling outside and anya grabbing her mama and papa and the three of them playing in the snow with bond too, building snowmen and throwing snowballs, then them coming home and getting cozy with hot chocolate and cuddling on the sofa until anya eventually falls asleep.

anya desperately trying to stay awake until the new year but she ends up falling asleep so yor and loid stay up for the new year themselves. both of them having a small drink and just talking between themselves until the countdown. then when the bells ring, loid kissing yors cheek and wishing her a happy new year. yor grabbing him just as he’s turning to go to his room and kissing him quickly on the lips, returning the greeting before she DASHES of to her room and loid is just left dumbfounded in the living room, staring at the place yor was just standing, then putting his face in his hands, but you can see the blush on his ears.

anway. brain rot done. goodday

#this is just based on holidays i celebrate myself #pls feel free to add hcs about holidays that u celebrate that i have not added£#anyways #spy x family #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #spy family #twilight #thorn princess #anime #twiyor #im feeling so in love with yor today #i saw a cool edit of her on tiktok and god she really is just perfect #anyway #forger family #headcanon #pls ignore any spelling mistakes or anything that doesnt make sense #i typed this at like 4am

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deonideatta · 1 year

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Bots. Yeah. Same problem here 😭

Anyway, drabble prompt: classic "sick fic" for TwiYor?

They never has anyone take care of them, so the awkwardness are there, but also genuine concern.

Hello, thanks for the prompt!!!! This is definitely longer than a drabble but I had fun with it lol. And in my defense i didn’t know that apparently a drabble is only supposed to be like 100 words 😂😂

It took a bit long to finish because I got sick myself midway through writing it lol. At least I can say that all the details for the sick parts are based on fresh and recent first hand experience haha

But yea here it is!! Hope you enjoy!! :)

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Twilight does not forget things. Least of all mildly important things, like his umbrella on a day when the forecast won’t stop bringing up the rain. And yet, when he reaches the hospital exit at the end of his shift, he realizes with a start that he’s left it at home, by the door in the umbrella stand. Despite his best efforts he makes it home soaked to the skin, rainwater dripping from his hair like it’s mocking him.

Yor takes his coat to hang in the bathroom, and Anya carries a whole pile of towels over to him. He takes just one, drying himself off as well as he can. But even after he’s changed into drier clothes he can’t shake off the cold, shivering all through the evening despite Yor and Anya piling blankets over him.

He brushes off their concerns, though he imagines it’s hard to take him seriously from underneath a mountain of blankets. He doesn’t think it’s anything to worry about, but he heads to bed a bit earlier than usual on Yor’s insistence. A little extra sleep probably won’t hurt.

He wakes up the next day with a deep seated ache in his muscles. The mere action of turning to check the time takes far more effort than it should, and his eyes burn as he squints at the clock in the low light.

He tries to get up, and promptly lies back down when his muscles scream in protest and his head spins. His senses come to him as if through fog, and he registers vaguely that his throat hurts and his room is way too warm.

At first, he wonders if he’s just tired. There’s always some degree of exhaustion lingering in his bones, but he’s a master of staving it off, and not letting it influence the standard of his work. But it’s just past 6am, and he’s pretty sure this is the most he’s slept in ages.

Has he been poisoned? Some kind of nerve agent? He stares groggily at the ceiling, trying to clear his head. Even through the mental haze he knows it’s unlikely. No, this is probably just the result of the unholy union between the rainstorm he’d been caught in and weeks of getting a maximum of 3 hours of sleep per night.

Twilight groans in annoyance, making a new effort to get out of bed. This time he succeeds. Well, partially. The moment he stands up he has to sit down again, breath coming in short, frustrated puffs.

He tries again. There’s work that need doing, he doesn’t have time to be sick. If he just manages to get up and douse himself in cold water, he’ll probably feel fine enough to at least deliver some reports. Moving at a quarter of his usual pace, he manages to make it to his door and halfway to the bathroom before Yor intercepts him with a greeting from inside the kitchen.

“Good morning Loid, did you….” she trails off as she takes in his face. Whatever she sees causes her cheery smile to drop, and Twilight frowns. Surely it’s not that clear that he’s sick.

“Loid, are you alright? You look really ill!” Yor’s voice is filled with concern, and she rushes out of the kitchen to stand in front of him, studying him worriedly.

“I’m alright, Yor, don’t worry,” he says. It’s his least convincing lie ever, pathetic in everything from its delivery to the tone of his voice. “I just need a cold shower, and I’ll be fine.” He tries for a smile, knowing it looks feeble even before the worry in Yor’s expression deepens.

Twilight is just about to force out another half-hearted reassurance when Yor reaches up and puts a hand on his forehead, mirroring the action with her other hand on her own forehead. The contact and the proximity are the final straw for Twilight’s already struggling train of thought, and the protests die in his throat.

Yor pulls her hand away suddenly, like she’d been burned. With how warm he feels, it seems fitting.

“I’m sorry- I just,” Yor stammers, gathering her hands together. Her concern for him seems to override her embarrassment, and for some reason Twilight feels vaguely flattered. “I didn’t mean to overstep, but Loid I think you have a fever.”

That checks out, given the headache and the warmness. With the sore throat, it might even be the flu. He doesn’t manage to say any of that, suddenly hit by a wave of lightheadedness.

He must have stumbled, because Yor's hand is suddenly on his arm, steadying him.

"Loid, I don't think you should go to work today," Yor says, and she sounds nervous and firm all at once. “And fevers are best treated with lukewarm water, not cold.”

"I appreciate your concern Yor, but I have things to do," he starts, and he's vaguely aware of how petulant he sounds, like Anya asking to watch another episode of Spy Wars before bed. And speaking of Anya. "Anya needs to go to school as well, I need to help her get ready."

Yor's hand on his arm is cool against his flushed skin as she shakes her head resolutely.

"I'll help Anya get ready. You need rest, and that's more important than work," she says, and all of Twilight's inbuilt desire to be efficient at any cost screams in protest.

"Just let me call work then," he says anyway, because despite that internal drive he has to admit that he's not sure he'll be particularly useful in this state. He must be getting soft. He’s persevered through injury and illness alike - it’s almost humiliating to be so incapacitated by a fever.

Yor nods, letting go of his arm to let him shuffle towards the telephone. He makes a quick call to Handler, who sounds equal parts amused and annoyed. He can almost see her raised eyebrows when he tells her he’s sick, but something in his voice must be convincing because she agrees to take care of his workload for the day and tells him to rest up. He scoffs at that, going to hang up.

"Take better care of yourself, Twilight," she says, just before he can lower the phone. "I know we give you a lot of work, but don’t neglect your health just to keep up with it.”

He mumbles something in return and makes his way back to his room. He catches a glimpse of Yor in the kitchen as he passes, filling a glass with water and gathering some medicine from the cabinet.

Lying down is a far bigger relief than he’d expected it to be, to the point that he barely registers the sound of knocking on the door, followed by Yor pushing it open. She hands him a glass of water and some pills, and he downs them, trying not to wince at how sore his throat feels.

“I’m going to go to work now,” Yor says gently. “I’ll make sure Anya gets to school on time too, so don’t worry about her.”

She hovers above him, worried but seemingly unsure, and he does his best to give her a reassuring smile.

“Thanks, Yor,” he says, voice still annoyingly weak. “I’ll be fine, so don’t worry about me either.”

Yor smiles back, looking somewhat placated, though the worry lingers in the tightness of her smile. She closes the door gently behind her, and Twilight contents himself with half-listening to the sounds of Anya and Yor getting ready for the day, drifting in and out of sleep.

A while later Anya pops her head in to greet him and say goodbye, and he musters up enough strength to give her a weak wave and a goodbye in return.

Then he lies there, alone and in the dark, uselessly sick. Rest, Yor and Handler had both said, but his brain refuses to cooperate, racing with thoughts about the mission reports he really should have finished yesterday. Except it isn’t really racing, it’s trudging slowly through the mass of information he’d normally have no problem speedily sorting through. It’s frustrating, and it makes his head hurt more.

The longer he lies there the more restless he feels, like he could be making far better use of his time. To make things worse, his room is still far too warm. He squeezes his eyes shut more tightly, trying to force himself to sleep. If he sleeps, perhaps he’ll feel better more quickly, and then he can get back to work. But any sleep that comes is shallow and restless, and the stupid reports just won’t stop trying and failing to sort themselves out in his mind.

The clock reads 10am when Twilight gives up. Pushing himself up despite the way his body protests, he shuffles out to the living room, a folder of reports in one hand and a pillow in the other. The cooler air is pleasant against his skin, though the light stings at his eyes at first.

Settling on the couch, he opens the folder and starts to read. He barely gets a few paragraphs in before what had been a mild headache morphs into a sharp pain behind his eyes. He squeezes them shut for a bit, finding relief in the dark. He repeats the cycle a few more times, until the headache gets to the point where the words on the page start to blur.

He’s vaguely aware of the fact that he’s started to tremble, and suddenly he’s glad he brought the pillow with him. It’s cooler out here, so maybe it’ll be easier to sleep for a while. The cacophony of aches and pains in his body lessens slightly as he lies down, and he feels himself drifting away surprisingly quickly.

Just a little sleep, he thinks. Just to get rid of the headache, and then he can get back to the reports.

When he opens his eyes, he’s back in his bed, and there’s sounds of movement coming from the kitchen. He lies still for a moment, disoriented and very confused. His room isn’t as stiflingly warm as before, and the clock tells him that it’s past 3pm. Alarmed, he tries to sit up, and finds that the feverish aches in his muscle have lessened, albeit marginally.

He looks around, trying to sort out the mess in his head. How on earth did he get back to his room without realizing?

Yor interrupts his thoughts by poking her head into the room, and her eyes light up when she sees him awake.

“Loid! Are you feeling any better?” she asks, coming to stand by his bedside.

“A bit,” he says, still mildly confused. “How did I- when did you…?”

“Ah,” Yor says, flushing lightly. “I came back early because I was worried, and I found you sleeping on the couch.”

Her expression turns disapproving. “You really shouldn’t work when you’re sick, Loid,” she says, frowning. “I understand wanting to be productive, but it shouldn’t be at the expense of your health.”

He feels oddly chastised, and nods silently. Yor’s expression melts into a small smile.

“I’ve made you some soup,” she says. “It’s the best thing for when you’re ill. I asked Camilla for the recipe, so I hope it tastes alright.”

Twilight nods again, filled with the trepidation that usually surrounds Yor’s attempts at cooking. Yor disappears out of the door, returning shortly with a bowl of soup and a glass of water on a tray. Despite her track record, the soup smells rather good, and Twilight can’t say he isn’t grateful for the kindness.

Yor hands him the tray, and he studies the soup. It looks good. It smells alright. Perhaps it’ll be fine to eat a bit. His stomach doesn’t tie into knots at the thought, so he plucks up his courage and takes a spoonful. And then another, and another, because it’s actually some really good soup. A surprised smile makes its way onto his face.

“This is really good, Yor,” he says, and despite everything there’s a note of genuine happiness in his voice. It’s nothing groundbreaking, a simple broth based vegetable soup, but it’s soothing and warming and Twilight finds that he appreciates it even more for the effort and care that went into making it.

Yor beams, and Twilight finds himself captivated by the sight.

“I’m glad to hear it!” she says, her smile wide and proud. Radiant. It causes a warm feeling in Twilight’s chest that he doesn’t think he can blame on the fever or the soup. He chooses to ignore it, tearing his eyes away from Yor and focusing back on emptying the bowl. Being sick is no excuse to indulge in things that aren’t relevant to the mission.

Oblivious to his brief internal battle, Yor sits on the bed next to him, chatting about her day and the process of making the soup. He listens, occupied by eating, interjecting here and there. It’s nice, and despite the lingering aches of the fever and his mind warning him not to get too comfortable Twilight almost feels peaceful.

“By the way Yor,” he says, when there’s a lull in conversation. “How did I get back here?”

Yor immediately goes red, eyes shifting everywhere.

“I- I carried you over,” she mumbles. “It wasn’t too hard, and it was mainly because I was afraid that you’d hurt your back or your neck from sleeping on the couch, and when I brought you back it was way too warm in here, so I opened the window a little to let some fresh air in, and…” Yor seems to have realized that she’s rambling, trailing off.

Twilight doesn’t know what to say. The extent of Yor’s concern fills him with more of that warmth he doesn’t know what to make of. For almost all of his life, getting sick has been an arduous and solitary affair. He hasn’t really had anyone he trusted enough to help him through something as vulnerable as sickness. Miserably dousing himself in WISE provided medicines and trying to keep working through whatever coughs and colds came his way had become standard procedure for him.

But Yor’s smile is more soothing than all those medicines, and the soup is flavourful and gentle on his sore throat, and some emotion he can’t (won’t) label sweeps through him. He’s vulnerable in this state, he can’t work, and he still feels the aches and pains of the fever. And above all, indulging in domesticity is supposed to be out of the question. And yet there’s a deep seated contentment that settles in his core as he sits there and eats the soup, knowing that he’s cared for.

“Thank you,” he says, instead of addressing any of the feelings building in his chest. “I really appreciate you taking care of me like this.”

“It’s ok, I’m your wife,” Yor says seriously, before flushing and fumbling to amend her statement. “I mean, as your wife in this arrangement, it’s the least I could do.”

Twilight laughs, a quiet but genuine thing, and Yor smiles through the blush on her cheeks.

When the soup is finished, Yor leaves him to rest again with a promise to come back later. Settling back under the covers, Twilight finds that sleep comes a lot easier when his mind is filled with thoughts of Yor instead of trying and failing to analyze mission reports.

Over the next few days he recovers under Yor’s watchful eye, slowly but surely. She brings him soup and tea, and Anya comes to sit on his bed in the evenings, reading chapters from Spy x Wars to him.

There’s something soothing about the fact that they care about him enough to look after him like this. It can’t last, and he knows it, but Twilight selfishly relishes it all - the tenderness in Yor’s touch when she puts her hand on his forehead to check for returning fevers, the way Anya does her best to help out, the way Yor checks in on him throughout the day.

He still feels a bit useless being bedridden and unable to take on his usual workload, but he does his best not to think of it as going soft, or overindulging in domesticity. The severity of his sickness this time is probably the result of years of never allowing himself to recover from illnesses properly. So he lets himself rest, and if those days spent recovering are some of the most peaceful days of his life, no one has to know.

A week or two after he’s healthy again, Anya comes home sneezing. When he starts sneezing as well a few days later, Twilight begins to wonder if perhaps he should take more vitamins and start working on fixing his sleep schedule.

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Hope it was a good read!!! I enjoyed writing it :D

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beansnsoup · 2 years

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Izuku Midoriya dating headcanons

Warnings: there shouldn't be any, fluff

• This boy adores you

• Izuku tells you numerous times that'd he'd do anything for you, and how much he loves you.

• He gives you forehead kisses all the time, before missions, before and after school, between classes, it's just his favorite thing so he'll do it whenever he has a chance.

• Whenever you wear his clothes he melts, when you stay over at his house or at his dorm he encourages it. Tells you not to bring any extra clothes and to just borrow his.

• When he's cuddling you in bed he likes to be little spoon. If you're both facing eachother, he'll rub his hands up and down your back.

• Izuku thinks it's so sweet when you trace his scars. I also feel like he's the type of person to rub his thumb on your hand when you guys are holding hands, he just gives me that vibe.

• His hair is incredibly soft, you're obsessed with it. When he's writing in his notebook, you'll sit on his lap and play with his hair.

• When he has a stressful day, he likes to make his way to your dorm so you can ease his mind. You'll rub your hands along his back, like a mini massage, put your hands in his hair, trace along his arms and hands, and then pepper kisses all over him.

• His mom loves you, sometimes he suspects she loves you more than him. Which he thought would never be possible. Inko thinks the two of you are perfect for eachother. When Izuku is just home, not doing anything, his mom will blurt out somthing like, "You should invite Y/N over for lunch!" Then she'll head to the kitchen to start food.

• For your guys' first date he took you to a cute, little, and secluded book store. That's the moment you knew you wanted to be with him. He held all of your books for you a chipped in to help pay. You were gawking about it to Mina all night.

• When you buy new clothes, you like to do a fashion show for him. The whole time he's going crazy over you, giving a 10/10 to every outfit and kissing you all over your face while hyping you up.

• Couple costumes are a must. Class 1-A is always excited for Halloween when it comes around just to see what the two of you have come up with. You've both done, Yor and Loid Forger, Nene and Hanako, and Tanjiro and Kanao.

• When you both found out about Marvel you were both geeking out. It's your guys' new favorite thing to do together. You and Izuku watched half of them with your mouths wide open. Tears have been shed during these movie nights as well.

• When Izuku watches you wash your face and put face masks on it makes him want to try it. You went to a nearby convenient store to grab a handful of facial masks, while applying them you know for sure your both streaming marvel shows.

• You both geek over pro heros, alot. All Might isn't your number one favorite but you love watching videos about him with Izuku. Your favorite is hero drama, you've been hooked on whatever thing has been going on with Mt. Lady and Kamui Woods.

• PDA isn't a big thing for you guys, but every once in a while he'll pepper kisses on your face or hold your hand. That's about it though.

• Because of his quirk, Izuku has been having visions, or nightmares, lately while trying to go to sleep. When he can't get back to sleep he'll text you if you're up, then text you all night until he's comfortable enough to doze off again.

• Izuku tells you all the time he wouldn't know what he'd do without you, and you tell him all the time he's what you've been needing for the past few years. It's like the two of you were made for eachother.

Before yall saying anything because I know somebody will, Marvel has been referenced in MHA!! Horikoshi has even said that Sero really likes spiderman in the Ultra Hero Anlysis book!!

#mha headcanons #my hero acedamia #boko no hero academia #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #deku x reader #mha midoriya #bnha midoriya #bnha izuku #izuku midoryia x reader #mha deku #deku headcanons

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mystical-flute · 5 months

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I Am The Ghost That Hides in the Night Chapter 4: Symptom of Being Human

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“Loid, I meant to ask last night… if you’re a spy, did you actually have a wife that passed away?”

It was an early Saturday morning, which meant Anya slept in later than she normally did, and Twilight figured she would probably be sleeping even longer due to the restless night she’d had. Even after Yuri had left and he’d checked on her, he and Yor had heard her mumbling to herself in her sleep, despite Bond trying to settle her.

Twilight caught the deeper meaning in her question. “No. You are my first wife, and Anya’s only mother since being adopted by me.”

Yor frowned, her hands frozen over the stack of plates. “Since being adopted by you?”

Twilight nodded. “Anya had four other families adopt and return her, Yor. It was part of the information I was able to obtain about her after I brought her home.”

“What? How could anyone do that to a child as sweet as Anya? Who are they? Where are they?”

If he hadn’t been made painfully aware of who Yor was the previous night, he would think nothing of the question. However, since he knew she was an assassin, the implications of the question worried him, because it was the same exact urge he felt, especially in the aftermath of the nightmare Anya had last night.

“None of them are in Berlint,” he chose to say. “We won’t run into them, so you have no need to worry.”

“I’m not worried, Loid.”

“I know you aren’t, but killing them will do nothing but lead to police investigations, and possible SSS involvement. I don’t know who you work for, Yor, but I’m sure your boss wants you as under the radar as possible. And honestly, so do I.”

Yor frowned a little. “Why? So you can keep doing your spy work or whatever?”

Well, yes, but also… “No, because Anya needs her mother.”

That seemed to trigger the Yor he thought he’d known all along, and she took a deep breath. “Right, you’re absolutely right, Loid. Sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t apologize, I know exactly how you felt. If I hadn’t had that… business at the warehouse I would have wanted to hunt them all down too.”

Yor nodded. “Yeah, of course you would.” She paused again as she set the plates on the table. “I know you’re a spy and all, but you really do care for Anya. That makes me happy.”

“Am I that obvious?” Twilight asked, raising a brow. He should be very concerned about that, but honestly, with Yor around, he found himself more relaxed and at ease. It should have been a problem for the world’s greatest spy, but for Loid Forger, it was perfectly normal. After all, what normal, middle class husband wouldn’t be comfortable with his normal, middle class wife and child?

Even if none of them were normal at all.

“You always came across as a normal, loving father to me.”

Twilight smiled a little. “That’s good to hear considering I have no idea how to even be a father.”

“You don’t remember yours?”

He shook his head. “Not much Just… fragments. Same with my mother. I was a kid when they died in the war.”

“I’m the same way. Just fragments, like my mother’s stew recipe. I don’t want that for Anya, you know? So the two of us will just have to stick together to make sure she doesn’t lose us the way we lost our family.”

There was that uncomfortable feeling in his stomach again, because as much as he wanted that - and he wanted it even more now that he was aware of what sort of life Anya had lived prior to her coming into their care - Operation Strix would end, preferably sooner rather than later, given the tensions between Westalis and Ostania, and then what?

This was supposed to be a long-term mission, but not a permanent one. He wasn’t supposed to develop any sort of feelings or affection toward his family, but he had and now… now he was concerned about what came next, because he doubted Yor and Anya would be a part of his next mission. He didn’t even know what he’d be doing for his next mission, but it was likely safe to say that Yor and Anya would have no need to be a part of it.

And the thought of it terrified him because as much as he was loath to admit it… he didn’t want to leave them.

“Don’t leave, Papa…” he heard a timid voice say from behind him.

Even when he wasn’t trying, Anya still got the jump on him. It would be impressive if he wasn’t concerned about the fact that she had, in fact, heard his frantic thoughts and now his plan of acting like everything was normal was out the window.

So Twilight took a deep breath and turned to his daughter, still looking so much smaller than she normally did, but much less panicked than she had the previous night.

“Anya… I’m not going anywhere,” he promised. He hoped. “Come on and wash up, breakfast is almost ready.”

Yor nodded and gave Anya a bright smile. “That’s right, and your father made your favorite too, as a special treat.”

“Omelet rice?” Anya asked, apparently having forgotten her worries, and Twilight tried to keep them from his mind as he looked over the food again and made sure everything was done before he stepped aside to let Yor plate everything and bring it over to the table.Luckily, in their quest to find more domestic duties she could do to take some of the load off of him, plating food was something she could do without starting a fire.

Twilight did, of course, make sure the stove was turned off before she did so, though.

“Mama, you gave Anya extra sauce!” Anya said.

Yor looked over, her brow furrowed as she slid a plate in front of Twilight and took a seat with her own. “Oh, um, yes, I suppose I did, Anya. Is that okay?”

“Omelet rice tastes even better with extra sauce!” she exclaimed. “Thanks Mama!”

Yor sighed in relief. “Well, good. After you were so scared last night, your father and I wanted to make sure you felt better today.”

“That’s right. And since it’s raining, we’re going to have fun indoors today,” Loid agreed. “Is that okay with you?”

“But Anya has homework,” Anya replied, to his shock. He knew she had been working hard lately, but for her to actually suggest doing homework over spending the day watching or acting out episodes of Spy Wars was more than a little surprising to him.

“If you promise to work hard, you can do it tomorrow instead.”

Anya stared at him like he’d been possessed, or like he was lying to her. “Really?”

He nodded. “Yes, I promise. We could all use a lazy day inside after the late night we had. But you have to study hard.”

“Anya will! Promise!”

There was something in her little voice and face that was much more determined - and yet almost scared.

They really needed to have this conversation sooner rather than later.

But Twilight didn’t want to ambush her with this so quickly, so instead, he turned back to his breakfast and let Anya chatter about school and about what she and Franky had done the night before. When breakfast was finished, Yor helped her get cleaned up while Twilight cleaned up the dishes, having made a mutual promise with just a single glance that the conversation would be happening now.

Anya stared up at them with her wide green eyes as they sat her down, Bond at Yor’s feet, and Twilight very nearly buckled under the sheer innocence in them.

“Anya… do you know where Yor and I were last night?” he started, completely unsure as to how he was supposed to even start this conversation. Not even a normal parent would have to have a conversation like this, because no one else in the world was a telepath… hopefully.

Maybe.

“You were at work,” Anya replied with a frown.

Twilight’s lips twitched into a small smile, glad she still had at least a little bit of childlike innocence left inside her despite all she’d been through at such a young age. “Yes, that’s right, we were working… but do you know what we were doing at work?”

Anya gave him a bewildered look. “You’re a feelings doctor and Mama works at City Hall… so boring stuff?”

Yor let out a laugh. “Well, I can’t say you’re wrong about that, Anya.”

“Anya,” Twilight sighed. “Last night, your Mama and I fought some very bad people. We - we found out about your powers. We know about each other.”

Anya’s eyes widened in fear. “Papa and Mama know about Anya’s powers? Then Anya has to leave.”

“No!”

Yor’s tone was sharp, and her eyes were wide with fear. “Anya, you are not going anywhere, do you hear me? You are my - you are our daughter, and we love you. We would never send you away because of your powers.”

Twilight wasn’t certain if he would know what love was if it hit him in the head, but he certainly was fond of Anya and had no intention of throwing her out at this point. If not for himself, but also because Eden would find it very suspicious if Anya Forger suddenly dropped out (even if her grades were still far below their standards). They’d made too many connections at Eden to try again with another child.

“Yor is right, Anya. We are not going anywhere. This family is staying together, no matter what… and we will always protect you.”

Anya’s eyes filled with tears, though she was very quiet, looking between Twilight and Yor rapidly, like she didn’t trust them.

He didn’t blame her.

“Anya, I - we promise. We’re not sending you back to the orphanage. Not this time. Never again,” he thought, looking at her. There were so many little things that added up all of a sudden. Her panic that very first outing he took her on, her sudden need to blurt out information - relevant or not - at certain thoughts he’d had. “You’ll be able to stay here and go to school and be with all of your friends.” And Anya had managed to make a lot of friends, very valuable friends, though Desmond still seemed to be out of his reach, and likely would be until Anya became an Imperial Scholar.

If. If she became one.

“Anya really doesn’t have to leave?” Anya asked quietly.

“Never. Er, at least, until you become an adult yourself.” He had a very vague recollection that was what normal people did - graduate from school then move on to their adult lives.

Yor smiled and lifted Anya onto her lap. “I’m so sorry you met all those scary scientists, Anya. But those bad people will never hurt you again, your father and I promise.”

And Anya would have WISE and whoever Yor worked for looking out for her. It made Twilight actually feel like she would be safe. Hopefully. Despite WISE and Ostania’s government agencies, the school bus hijacking had happened, and Anya had very nearly been killed because of it. But that hadn’t been due to Anya specifically. It hadn’t been because someone found out about her powers.

Selfishly, Twilight wanted to ask her all sorts of questions about what she knew, because surely she knew more than she had ever let on. But now wasn’t the time, was it? Not with the way Anya was clinging to Yor and looking at her with wide eyes.

Instead, Twilight moved to sit next to Yor and Anya, and put his hand beneath Yor’s on Anya’s back, pulling the trio into some sort of awkward group hug.

“We are the Forgers, and we always will be,” he said.

He hoped.

Operation Strix had so many unknowns when it came to the future. Once they found out what Desmond was planning, how were they supposed to stop it? And then when that was handled… there was no telling what would have to happen to Loid Forger. It would have been easy twenty-four hours ago for him to fake his death and disappear on the first train out of Berlint, but now… now Yor knew who he was, and Anya always had. He couldn’t just disappear now - he knew what Yor was capable of, and knew she would tear Ostania apart in order to find him again, if, for nothing else, to make sure Anya still had her father.

“Papa?” Anya’s voice was muffled again, but didn’t have the fearful, sobbing tone it had the night before.

“Hm? What is it, Anya?”

“That white-haired lady you work with wants to take Mama’s spot.”

Twilight blinked and dropped his arms from around Yor and Anya. Then blinked again, as if blinking would confirm to him what he’d just heard. “Do you - do you mean Fiona?”

“Uh-huh! So if we’re gonna stay a family, that means she can’t be my new mama, right?”

Yor was staring between the two of them like she too couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing.

Twilight had questions. So many questions, many of which he wasn’t sure he needed - or wanted - the answer to, so instead, he shook his head. “Of course Fiona isn’t going to be your new mother. I’ve grown to care for Yor too much to ever consider replacing her.” It would look far too suspicious at this point, for Dr. Forger to be down a second wife, and for Fiona to step in so suddenly. Men, as he had found out in his time as a psychologist, mourned their wives, or the loss of their marriages, especially men who cared about their reputations - publicly anyway. What happened behind closed doors stayed behind closed doors… or became something discussed with a doctor.

“Good. She would be a mean mama anyway.”

That was… another fair point, and suddenly made all of the snide comments Fiona had made about Anya and Yor come into a clearer focus.

It also made him annoyed. Had that been why Fiona randomly showed up to their apartment and checked up on the mission? Why she had insisted on interacting with them after the tennis match?

Well, now he was irritated.

“I’ll speak to her tomorrow, Anya, and I’ll make sure she doesn’t make you or Mama uncomfortable again,” he said, glancing up at Yor now, who was staring at her hands. “Yor… are you alright?”

She startled, meeting his gaze. “Hm? Oh - yes, I’m alright Loid… I was just thinking about Fiona. It did feel like she was scoping me out, or testing me. I always thought that tennis match was strange, but I just felt like I had to prove to you that I was capable of being your wife.”

Fiona had made Yor doubt herself? Suddenly things were starting to make sense. Yor’s sudden desire to do good and meet all of Fiona’s odd requests, and her tension and fear during the date that ended when she kicked him in the chin and knocked him out.

How many times had he told Fiona not to let her emotions cloud her mind? And now here she was, risking the biggest, most important mission in WISE history. What had she been thinking?

“I promise you both, this will not happen again. She will not be able to talk down to you, or try and test you in any way.”

“Loid, you - you aren't going to get her fired, are you?” Yor asked.

What? Yor was concerned about a woman who was trying to kick her out of her own life? He had always thought Yor was naive, or too innocent for her own good, but knowing she was an assassin, someone who could have killed Fiona, well, he was completely baffled now.

“Don’t worry, Yor,” he said smoothly. “I’m just going to talk to our boss and make sure Fiona won’t be stopping by for any unexpected visits. She will not be fired.”

Irritated as he was at Fiona now, WISE couldn’t afford to lose anymore agents, especially agents that had been trained by him personally.

Yor smiled in relief. “Good. Thanks, Loid.”

Twilight gave her a small smile in return. “Of course.” He took a deep breath, his face dropping into a more serious fixture as he looked at his wife and daughter again. “Now… we all know this means we cannot speak to anyone about the truth of who we are. As far as everyone knows, we are still just the Forgers. An ordinary family of Ostanians.”

“Right,” Yor said, ruffling Anya’s hair playfully. “An ordinary family with no secrets and with completely regular jobs.”

“Yes! But we’re going to help Papa in his goal toward world peace! And that means I gotta get an invitation to Second Son’s house!” Anya cheered.

“World peace?” Yor questioned with a raised brow. “But there’s already peace between Ostania and Westalis.”

Twilight cleared his throat awkwardly. “Yes, well… there have been some… concerning developments surrounding Donovan Desmond. That’s why I was sent here - to see what was going on and make sure that peace remains.” Or, even better, anyone like Desmond was permanently removed from power. “It’s why I needed a child to be accepted to Eden College.”

Yor set Anya on the couch and rose to her feet. “Then Anya’s right! I’ll do my part in helping get you close to him. I’ll become better friends with Melinda so she asks all of us to dinner, or whatever it is normal women do!”

Anya pulled a face, but Twilight decided to ignore it for the moment as he rose to his feet as well. “It’s settled then. We’ll have a mission, just the three of us. Anya - ” he paused to lift her into his arms. “What do you think we should call it?”

“I can name it? Really?!” she squeaked. “Okay! Then We’ll call it… Operation Friendship Scheme!”

Oh great, she’d known about that too.

“I think this calls for a celebration,” Yor said with a wide smile. “I know it’s raining, but how about we head to the bakery and pick up a cake? And we can go out somewhere for dinner? Sharon told me there’s a new restaurant on November Drive. Apparently her son loves it too!”

“Sounds good to me,” Twilight chuckled. “Come on Anya, let’s get your coat.”

“We’re going on an ooting!” Anya cheered, rushing over to Bond and laughing as the dog licked her cheek. Twilight watched as she hugged him around the neck and paused for a brief moment, then smiled and pulled away, skipping over to the closet where their rain boots were kept.

Twilight glanced between Anya and Bond and frowned a little.

Strange. He would need to investigate Project Apple further.

#spy x family #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #bond forger #fanfiction

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janepflame · 1 year

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I’ve been thinking about this Au all day

I wrote a small little thing for the full house au? I guess thats what I’ll call it. I’ll probably make it a proper fic when I have more ideas.

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“Auntie Yor! Auntie Yor! I’m starving!” Miri whined as she climbed onto the half sleeping woman's bed.

“Huh…? Miri? Where are your papas and mama?” Yor said groggily as she sat into an upright position, resting her back on the headboard.

“At the diner.”

“What about Loid?”

“He said there was an emergency at the hospital so he couldn’t make us breakfast. We’re so hungry and now Anya is trying to eat Bond's food! Can you make us something to eat?” Miri pleaded as the realization of the situation sunk in for Yor.

“Make… breakfast?”

With four other adults in the house all capable of cooking Yor found herself never needing to cook besides the occasional stew. What were the chances they were all out and Miri and Anya had nothing to eat?

Come now Yor, you can do this! You can’t allow your daughter and niece to go around eating dog food! I’m sure whatever you make will at least be better than that!

…

Unfortunately, she was horribly mistaken and seemed to have misplaced her confidence. Sitting on the plates in front of Anya and Miri was a black mush and something resembling eggs, a burnt piece of jelly toast on the side.

“Anya thinks she’d be better off eating with Bond….”

“I’m so sorry! I’m such a failure, I can’t even make a simple breakfast like this…” Yor cried as she slumped over in her chair, sniffling.

“Well, I think it’s… really good!” Miri said as she attempted to take a bite of the black toast, grinding it between her molars, finally ripping a piece off. The dining room was silent as the sound of the toast crunching between her teeth echoed through the room.

Black crumbs fell from Miri’s mouth as she failed to swallow it, spitting it back onto her plate. Anya just gave her a pitiful look and patted her on the back before reaching over the table and giving Yor a pat on the head.

“It’s okay mama, you tried your best.”

“Oh, I know! Why don’t we try making something together! I cook with papa Rei all the time, it’s not that hard!” Miri suggested with her usual beaming smile.

“Oo! Anya wants to cook, come on mama! Papa never lets me help him!” Anya beamed as she jumped from the dining chair she stood on, circling over to Yor and pulling her from her seat.

“Oh, okay, but what should we make?”

“French toast!” The girls shouted in unison.

“Mm! Okay, let’s do this girls!” Yor announced, now brimming with confidence as she retrieved everything they needed.

Anya and Miri pulled out their stools as Yor placed a metal bowl on the counter and gave them each an egg to crack.

“Try not to get any shells in.” She instructed.

“Mm!” The girls nodded.

…

“I can’t believe you forgot the keys! How much of a scatterbrain are you?” Kazuki grumbled, glaring at Rei.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry, sorry he says! Now we’re gonna be late opening up the diner, what a pain.”

“You’re awful testy this morning…” Misaki interjected as the group arrived back home.

“Yeah yeah.” Kazuki waved his hand dismissively as he unlocked the front door.

As Kazuki opened the door and the three entered they were immediately hit with the smell of burned bread. All three looked at each other in horror as endless possibilities ran through their minds. As they ran to the kitchen their worst fears were brought to light. Yor, Anya, and Miri were in the kitchen doing god knows what, a menacing purple aura surrounding whatever they were cooking up.

“Papas! Mama! You’re home! We made french toast, come try some!” Miri beamed.

“Rei, get the keys. We’re getting out of here.”

“Yeah…”

#buddy daddies #buddy daddies anime #buddy daddies au #miri unasaka #rei suwa #kazuki kusuru #unasaka misaki #spy x family #spy x family au #yor forger #loid forger #anya forger #alternate universe #crossover #fanfic

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piracytheorist · 1 year

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Vulnerable (1/2)

Fandom: Spy x Family Word count: 4.4k for this chapter - 6.6k in total Warnings: Brief, non-graphic mentions of vomiting

Summary: Loid gets sick. Yor looks after him. A few feelings escape his control.

AO3

A/N: Uhhhh yeah bit of a writing exercise. Lotsa feels included. Have fun.

It was a quiet morning.

Yor stretched her limbs on her bed, once again grateful for the soft mattress. Loid really knew his stuff.

She wanted to give herself a few more minutes of snuggling under the covers; it was a Saturday, after all, and the silence coming from the rest of the house told her that Anya was still not up, so Yor could afford a little more lazy time.

But then it hit her.

It was too quiet.

There hadn't been a day since she moved in that she hadn't woken up hearing Loid moving around, usually preparing breakfast already.

Not that she demanded it from him; it was all his initiative and she would take up cleaning afterwards anyway.

She sat up, rubbing at her eyes. Maybe he had decided he needed some lazy time too. Perhaps she could fix something simple for Anya that wouldn't leave her stomach in shambles. That is, if Loid took too long to get up, which she doubted. Despite all the reassurances he kept giving her, he never seemed to relax enough from his responsibilities and let her take up some.

But then again, it was her choice to be a mother to Anya. Their agreement had never demanded actual motherly responsibilities from her.

So she got up. She washed her face in the bathroom then moved on to the living room. It felt almost eerie, to be up at this hour and see no-one there. Bond was probably sleeping by Anya's side as well.

She straightened up and went to the kitchen. She started quietly getting some pots and utensils out - she could still assist by preparing the kitchen - and checked the cupboards. She could hardly ruin a bowl of cereal, right?

Her eyes perked up at the sound of the door to Loid's bedroom opening, then closing. It was funny, how each door in the apartment made a different sound, and how she could already tell which one was used every time.

It brought a smile to her face when she also recognized the sound of the bathroom door.

The smile quickly dropped at the sound of someone retching.

She almost ran to the bathroom door, her hand hovering over the doorknob.

No, Yor! This is a vulnerable moment for him - give him space to present himself.

She stepped back, putting her hands over her chest. Was he feeling ill? Was that why he was up later than her?

After another round of vomiting sounds she turned around, eyes focusing on one of the kitchen cupboards.

Tea for rehydration. And then lemon juice and crackers. Those help with nausea, right?

As she opened the cupboard where they kept the crackers, the bathroom door opened slowly. Was he feeling better already?

She prepared to face him with a smile, but the sound of his bedroom door shutting felt almost like a rejection.

Calm down, Yor. He probably just went back to bed. If he doesn't come out in a couple of hours, you can check in on him then.

She still took out the crackers and left them on the counter.

He was out only minutes later, already dressed in his suit. Right, he had said he had a shift that morning.

"Loid? Good morning."

"Good morning, Yor."

She could tell he was trying to keep his voice steady. He kept his head low, quickly reaching for his hat.

Her eyes were too well trained to not notice the way his hand shook or the sweat that had gathered at the nape of his neck.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah. Just a bit of nausea, is all." He reached for the crackers, head so low that the brim of his hat covered his eyes. "I'm running a little late, would you mind making some breakfast for Anya?"

"Sure, don't worry."

"Thank you. I'll see you later," he said and turned around. He hadn't opened the cracker box; was he planning to eat on the way to the hospital?

She shook her head. He was the doctor, after all.

The sound of the main door closing definitely felt like a rejection; perhaps she should have pressed harder… or would that be her overstepping her boundaries? But she knew how overworked he was--

Her thoughts trailed off when she heard something all too familiar; the distinctive sound of a body hitting the floor.

Without a thought she ran and opened the door. Loid hadn't even made a single step off before he'd passed out.

"Loid!"

She leaned over him; his hat had fallen off and she could clearly see the dark circles under his eyes, as well as the sweat that was drenching his hairline. He seemed to be breathing heavily.

"Oh, no."

She gently - gently, Yor! - shook his shoulder. A soft grunt came from him as his eyelids flickered slightly open.

"Loid, are you feeling okay? Maybe you should skip work today," she said as softly as she could. She knew how cautious Loid was about their gossiping neighbors; it wouldn't do to have them know he'd passed out like this.

Illegible words came from his mouth, but knowing him, it was probably a protest.

"Just let me take you back in. If you feel better later, you can go."

Loid didn't react. Had he completely passed out now?

Not wasting any time, Yor grabbed his arms and threw them over her shoulders.

She almost shivered when his forehead touched the back of her neck; he was burning.

The shock and the immediate need to bring him in almost made her forget to pick up his fallen hat and crackers. Impatient, she simply kicked them inside and walked in, softly closing the door behind her with her foot.

She put Loid gently down on the sofa; he made a weak grunt, but his eyes stayed closed.

Bond had gotten up. He left out a soft wail as he moved to rest his head on the sofa, right next to Loid's.

"Oh, Bond," Yor said and softly petted his furry head. "He'll be alright. Loid is strong." She then turned back; Anya was still sleeping, but would wake up soon too.

She sighed and turned her attention back to Loid.

Alright. She knew some basic first aid. Once Loid woke up, he could give her some more advice.

First she relaxed his tie and undid the first two buttons of his shirt. Loid seemed to sigh unconsciously in relief. There was more sweat on his neck.

Alright, alright. Her hands moved to start unbuttoning his vest, but she froze when his hand suddenly grabbed her arm - though pretty weakly.

She looked up at him, shocked by the look of horror on his face.

"Yor?!" he said, his voice breaking at only that short word. "What…"

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I just- I've heard that when someone passes out, you should loosen their clothes so they can breathe."

"I… I passed out?"

It seemed to be then that he realized it, as he looked around and figured out where he was - but then his eyes closed again, and he let go of her arm to rub at his forehead.

"You have a fever," Yor said cautiously. "You shouldn't go to work today."

His eyebrows scrunched in that way they did every time he was thinking hard. He tried to get up, but then what seemed like an invisible force dragged him back down.

"I can call the hospital and tell them you're too sick to go," Yor offered.

Loid sighed, his eyebrows still taught. "I should just wait it out a bit," he said, words slurred. He opened his eyes, but they seemed unfocused.

Yor nodded reluctantly. If he had a bug or something, wouldn't it be a bad idea to go to a place full of sick people?

Still, all she said was, "Do you need help unbuttoning your vest? It should make you breathe easier."

He shook his head, then grabbed at the back of the couch with his hand. He swayed as he slowly and awkwardly dragged himself to a sitting position. She kept her hands off, deciding she could at least bring him a glass of water.

His movements were very slow, so she kept her own slow. He took off his jacket, vest and tie, then apparently loosened his belt.

She bit back a reaction when she saw him throw his legs off the sofa, but Bond instead raised on his hind legs, resting his front on Loid's lap; it was as if he was telling him to stay right where he was.

Loid was looking at the dog with a lost expression as Yor came to him with the water.

"Perhaps you should stay lying here. It will be easier to keep an eye on you, and I don't want to intrude in your room."

He raised his head to look at her, and even that small movement seemed to take too much effort, as he brought his hand to support himself on the sofa before he swayed off of it.

She offered him the water, once again noticing how the cogs in his mind were turning.

He finally sighed and took the drink. His breath clouded the inside of the glass as he drank slowly. "I have to be careful to not pass out again. Try to keep me awake, please," he said as he set the empty glass on the table and lay carefully on his side.

Just in time, Anya's door opened.

Yor didn't miss the small smile that perked on Loid's lips. She smiled a little back; if Loid needed something to keep him up, Anya making sounds all over the house would be perfect for that.

Yor turned back when she did not hear the bathroom door. Anya usually went straight there to splash water on her face every morning after waking up. Now she was standing in the hall, confusion on her small face as she stared at them.

"Papa's sick?"

Yor's smile turned reassuring as she walked to her. The amount of insight this girl had would never cease to astonish her. "He's just feeling a little unwell."

"And he'll sleep here?" Anya whispered at her.

Of course, Yor had already noticed how Loid had never even rested his eyes in the presence of another person. She took a quick glance at him, and though his eyes were closed his forehead seemed focused.

"We can keep him company, that way." And make sure he doesn't get any worse.

Anya's eyes darkened a little, then she walked to the sofa. She looked at her father, then turned to Bond, whose ears suddenly perked up. After a moment, Anya's face relaxed into a smile, and she quietly went to the bathroom.

Right. Yor should call the hospital, then make something simple - and painless - for breakfast.

Loid pushed the words out of his mouth as he waited for the thermometer to measure his temperature. Call this number, ask for Doctor Green, say he's feeling sick and will call again later.

Yor bit back her retort about how he should stay at home all day today, but she simply took off the thermometer and checked it. His temperature was 38.3.

"I've already taken acetaminophen," Loid slurred. "All I should do now is wait for the fever to drop." A shiver ran up his body as he spoke.

"Do you need a blanket?" Yor asked, and Loid nodded.

Anya was already bringing a spare blanket, causing Yor to smile again at her kindness and insight. She walked to the phone and dialed the number Loid had told her.

"Hello?"

A woman's voice. It felt familiar.

"Good morning," Yor said with a smile. "My name is Yor Forger. May I speak to Dr. Green?"

"That's her." While the first 'Hello' had sounded typical, a tension was now audible in the doctor's voice.

"Oh, hello! I am Loid Forger's wife. He's not feeling well this morning, so he'll have to stay home today. I hope it won't be a big inconvenience."

"He's feeling ill?"

"Yes, he has a fever."

"Is he conscious?"

Yor tensed. Dr. Green was getting more serious by the moment - and where had Yor heard that voice before? "Yes, but I don't think he can make it to the phone." She turned to look at him. He looked back, but before he could even try and get up, Bond raised his head with a definite borf.

Somehow, that stopped him.

"He asked me to call you instead," Yor added.

"I see. Keep me informed on his condition, please." Worry. Definitely worry.

"I will. He's in good hands," Yor said without thinking, then bit her lip.

"Thank you. Tell him I'm wishing him a quick recovery."

"I will, thank you." That's enough, you're sounding awkward, Yor…

"Good day."

"Good day to you too." She put the speaker down with a sigh. Hopefully she didn't embarrass herself too much. She turned, catching the almost shocked way Loid was looking at her, though a split second later his face had turned neutral, and then the usual wide-eyed stare Anya gave her father.

"What did she say?" Loid asked. His voice was already sounding weaker.

"She said to let her know when you get better." Or worse. "And she wished you a quick recovery."

He closed his eyes again, the usual worry on his eyebrow coming back. "Thank you." He shivered again.

Anya turned on the TV as Yor did her best to make a simple breakfast for the two of them, while preparing some tea for her and Loid; Loid should stick to the crackers and wait for a few hours before eating anything heavier. Anya ate quietly as she watched her cartoons, but Loid had fallen back asleep when Yor left their cups of tea on the table.

He was breathing normally, aside from the occasional shiver. Should she wake him up or let him rest? His vigilance was important to him, but right now rest was necessary.

She opted to sit on the armchair he usually sat on and watch him closely.

There hadn't been that many times that Yor needed to look after Yuri like that; he'd quickly built a strong immune system, so now she could only recall a couple or so moments that she'd stayed by his side like that. Anya moved on to drawing, then playing with Bond, then watching more cartoons, but Yor found herself comfortable just looking at Loid's face slowly - very slowly - relax into peaceful sleep.

She took off the blanket when he started sweating again, and Anya was happy to help bring a cold compress for him - that was, until she saw Yor's face at the water it was dripping on the floor. Anya's head was kept low when she went back to the bathroom to squeeze it, and was still low when she returned.

Yor took it with a smile - which made Anya relax too - and softly placed it on Loid's forehead. Her chest suddenly clenched at the soft whimper that left him as she did so.

She took a moment to get a good, close look at him. She barely remembered knocking him out that time in the bar, so that was the first time she could clearly see him in such a vulnerable state. From that proximity, she could even notice the tiny blonde stubble that was peeking out on his jawline. Of course, why would he have the strength to shave today?

She felt a pinch at her stomach as she leaned back. She never looked at him so intensely, but she knew he was very diligent with his appearance. It had been so hard for Yuri until he got the gist of the razor - she hadn't trusted herself not to hurt someone with a blade, so he had to learn by himself. She briefly wondered who taught Loid to shave. Did his father get the chance to teach him?

Up until now, the only family Loid had talked to her about outside of Anya was his mother. He didn't even have pictures of his first wife around. He probably still wished to keep his feelings about her and her passing private. No actual pictures of his parents, either. Though with him being young during the war, that was no surprise…

He had said how he'd felt jealous of her and Yuri, because he didn't have anyone himself aside from Anya, and suddenly the weight of just how lonely he must have felt in his life fell heavy on her chest.

She squeezed her eyes shut. How did she reach that point just from noticing that he hadn't shaved today?

She forced a sigh out and opened her eyes again. Her gaze landed on Anya, who was looking at her, wide eyes on the verge of tears.

"Anya? Are you alright?"

Anya simply nodded and turned her attention back to the TV, her shoulders slumped.

Yor got up and walked to her, slowly sitting down next to her and wrapping her arm around her little shoulders. "Loid is going to be alright. He's strong, right? You don't have to worry."

Maybe it hadn't been the best idea to have her see him like that. The original plan was to keep her there so she'd make enough noise to keep Loid conscious, but his fever seemed to have completely knocked him out.

Anya leaned towards her and hugged her; in a weird way, it felt like Anya was comforting her instead. Yor simply hugged her back - carefully.

They stayed like that for a while, until she looked at the clock - it was time to take Loid's temperature again.

She took off the now warm compress and gave it to Anya's offered hand to cool it again. As she waited for the thermometer to settle, she brought a glass of water for him.

38 degrees now. It was little, but better than nothing. It was not going to drop completely in just that short time, right?

Anya came back with the carefully squeezed compress. Yor put it on Loid's forehead, then whispered, "Loid, do you hear me?"

A quiet moan was all of his response. Yor looked at the thermometer again. Should 38 degrees be that incapacitating?

Still, she added, "You need to drink some water. I'm going to lift you up a little so you can drink, alright?"

He didn't respond, but he didn't react either when she carefully slid her arm under him. His back, which had been resting on the cushions, felt even hotter than his forehead, and Yor tried to keep herself calm.

"Here. It's water," she said with a wary voice as she touched the glass to his lips.

They parted slightly, conscious of the offered drink. He drank slowly, his breath once again leaving mist on the glass. He retracted his lips after a few sips.

"That should be enough for now," Yor said as she took the glass away. Right as she was about to set him back down, a sound left his mouth; it felt like he'd whispered her name. His lips then moved a little more, and thinking he wanted to tell her something, she turned her head to the side and leaned in closer to listen clearly.

Her entire body froze when instead of whispering, he left a slow but short kiss on her cheek.

She stayed there for a few seconds as his hot breath kept stroking the place where his kiss had landed.

That… that was a kiss, right? It sounded like one, too.

Finally getting some control back, she set Loid down and looked at him, feeling her face red and hot.

He seemed so peaceful, instead. The worry in his brow was completely gone now.

Yor looked around, too shocked to even bite down on her trembling lips. Her gaze caught Anya, who was now pretending to draw; the wide grin on her face said out loud what was most definitely on her mind.

Papa and Mama are flirting.

Yor got up with a grunt that sounded more like a trembling whimper. She walked to the kitchen, her legs stiff as her entire body.

She let her thoughts run wild as she occupied her hands with doing the dishes.

Was he aware?! Did he really mean to kiss me?! And I didn't try to knock the living daylights out of him?!

What does that mean?! Was he just grateful for the help?!

What should I tell him when he wakes up? Will he even remember it? Should I pretend it didn't happen?

She chanced a look at Loid through the opening in the kitchen.

If he does remember… should she pretend it didn't happen?

And if he did mean it… would she even want to pretend it didn't happen?

Anya had first thought Papa's mind while sick was the weirdest time she'd ever had as a telepath; it was wild to hear the voice that usually spoke with such control and in so much depth suddenly speak so slow, so at once, and so simple.

My mouth feels dry. My head hurts. It's too warm. I think I stink.

It almost felt like reading an animal's mind, like Bond's. Anya smiled at the dog sitting by her side, remembering the vision he'd had. Papa would be up by tonight. Bond's mind was almost comforting at times. Especially now.

Because she hadn't been prepared for Mama's mind as soon as Papa had given her a kiss. Her usual tease about them flirting had come up in her mind, but Mama's mind was immediately flooded by thoughts and questions Anya could not make any sense of.

She briefly wondered if that's how the characters in Berlint in Love thought. She still couldn't understand what Becky adored about that. Anya knew Mama could think way too off sometimes, but even two-eighths of her speeding thoughts now were enough to give her a headache.

It was really weird for Papa's thoughts to be quiet and simple, and for Mama's mind to go full speed in all directions.

She needed a distraction, and even she was surprised by her willingness to do that instead.

Maybe Papa and Mama actually flirting was what would make Operation Strix a success?

"Mama," Anya said suddenly. "I think I'll go do some homework."

"Uhh- yes. Good idea, Anya!" Yor said, a little too excitedly, finally letting go of the dish she had been needlessly rubbing clean for a whole minute now. "Let me know if you need some help!"

The dishes done, Yor picked up a broom and decided to sweep off Bond's shedding fur. Anything to avoid looking at Loid again until her mind had calmed down.

Fur swept, coffee table cleaned, Anya's toys put away, and her mind was still off the rails.

She turned on the TV and sat back down on the armchair. At least some visual distraction would do for now.

After her body had relaxed at last, it tensed back up when she sensed movement from the sofa. She peeked at Loid from the corner of her eye.

He sighed weakly as his eyes opened. He looked around, seeming a little lost, until he spotted her and focused on her.

Her fists clenched and she swallowed hard. What should she say? Is he going to tell her about it?

Is he going to want a kiss back?

"Yor?" he said simply.

"Y-Yes! Here!" she spat out, barely turning her head towards him.

He let out a low growl. "Do I look that bad?"

Her head whipped towards him, finally flushing at the sight of his face. "What? N-No! I was just… distracted by the TV." Her hand pointed at it; she had intended to wave at it absent-mindedly, but instead her arm raised stiff as a stick and stayed frozen mid-air.

She swallowed hard again and brought it down, the nails of both her hands digging into her palms.

"Where's Anya?"

"She's s-studying."

He must have been conscious enough, since his eyebrows raised a little in surprise. "Really?"

Yor nodded excessively. Her head felt like a woodpecker's that was digging a hole in a tree.

"Thank you," he said and took a breath, still exhausted, before adding, "for taking care of her as well."

She felt herself relax a little; that was an easy topic. "Oh, no problem. She's been a very good girl." She smiled, but it fell when she saw Loid's expression turn a little somber. "Don't worry," she said and finally turned her body towards him. "You'll be alright. Your fever has dropped a little already."

Loid's eyes closed, and the hand that was resting on his chest tried to clench into a fist, but failed. "If you weren't here…" he said and trailed off. "If something worse happened, Anya has no one else…"

All her nervousness was now gone, replaced by a need to reassure him. She softly put her hand over his. "She'll have me."

Just then, his eyes opened. She smiled at him, but his expression darkened further. She could swear she saw guilt in it.

After a moment of looking into his eyes, waiting for him to relax, she said, "Don't worry about it now, alright? Go back to sleep and make sure you get better." She smiled again.

He closed his eyes, the worry in his brow returning.

She let go of his hand to feel for his forehead, remembering it had barely been fifteen minutes since she last took his temperature and she should wait a little longer before doing it again.

Yor leaned back in the chair, her eyes not leaving Loid's. It had been an instinctual response, to say she'll take care of Anya… but the more she thought of it, the more glad she felt it was finally out.

The idea of ending her agreement with Loid and leaving this house scared her by now, but she had admitted to herself that what she'd miss the most would be being in Anya's life. The joy of seeing a child grow and having that kid give so much love back at her was unparalleled. After experiencing that with Yuri, she knew it would break her heart to have it cut so short with Anya, in case…

And Loid… she'd thought that what he'd wanted to hear would be reassurance that Anya wouldn't be left alone, in the worst case scenario. But why would that make him feel guilty?

She sighed uncomfortably. At least they had something to discuss when he was feeling better, and probably avoid mentioning the kiss altogether.

If he even remembered it…

She knew she'd never forget it, herself.

Without thinking, her fingers touched the place his lips had caressed earlier, so soft and sweet… and vulnerable.

A/N: This was supposed to be a short sickfic, kind of a writing exercise to find my groove after a long time of not writing anything, and to get used to the characters and their way of thinking. But then 2k more words from Loid’s POV decided to appear, so I’m splitting it here, and will update soon with that 2k.

Also, non-American here. Endo is from Japan and Ostania is based on East Germany. Both countries use(d) Celsius, so it made sense to use that here.

Important note: I don’t read the manga and I avoid spoilers from it, so please make sure to not share any in the comments! :D

#Spy x Family #sxf fanfic #Yor Forger #Loid Forger #sxf ff #piracytheorist writes

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eternal-echoes · 1 year

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A Healing Kiss for Recovery

Maybe I should erased the pencil marks first but I was a bit worried that erasing too much would rip a hole in the paper and smudge it more that it already is. Oh well, I just gotta learn my mistake for next time. For reference I had Bleach manga chapter 237 right before Orihime goes to Hueco Muendo. I initially tried this scene with Kenshin x Tomoe from Rurouni Kenshin and later on decided to do the same thing with TwiYor. I was originally gonna make a TwiYor doujinshi of re-copying that scene when Twilight is injured and Yor sneaks into the hospital to say goodbye because she’s been assigned an assassin job that she’s afraid that she won’t make it back from and she tries to kiss him as a way to say goodbye. But she ends up not being able to go through with the kiss just like how Orihime couldn’t. I even had a whole script made up:

-Yor sneaks into Loid’s hospital room-

Yor: Oh... Oh...Heh... heh... Sorry for intruding into your room, Loid-san. I just... I didn’t want to leave the Forger family without saying a word. But I guess if you’re sleeping and you can’t hear me, it would be the same thing. Ha ha ha!!! And... as for Anya-san. I don’t know how I’ll be able to explain it to her that Mama has to go far away. Geez... I really am a heartless woman.

-Yor leans in-

-Yor tries to kiss sleeping Loid-

-Yor gets teary-eyed-

Yor: I can’t. I can’t do it! Even though you’re sleeping I still can’t kiss you. What am I doing?

-Yor wipes her own tears-

-Yor looks downcast-

Yor: Loid-san, if we didn’t live in this Cold War, I would have wanted to be your real wife. Thank you, Loid-san, for making me part of the Forger family.

Goodbye.

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But that was too much of a challenge for me with all the need to draw the background and having no reference to do them, especially for someone who has only recently started drawing again (if anyone wants to steal this idea, please feel free, tag me so I can read it, too). I actually had more panels but I wasn’t too happy with them and I think less is more so I just reduced them to three.

#spy x family #TwiYor fan art #spy x family fan art #twiyor fanart #spy x family fanart #my fan art #artists on tumblr

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mareposie · 2 years

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Loid lets Anya oversleep in the morning to the point of her being late for school and getting tardies. He also lets her watch her shows even if she has homework. He lets her eat and chill and wait the last moment to get her pjs on and go to bed.

He’s soft. Really soft. He was lost because children are unpredictable and he found stability in trusting Anya’s feelings. Twilight would never take those risks.

I am still not over the fact that he listened to Anya when she said “more 5 minutes” in the morning or that he let Yor have her way with Anya in the morning when she told him that she needed to sleep a little bit more. Anyway, he forgot to wake up Anya in time. This is character development.

#loid forger #Yor Forger #anya forger #spy x family

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tickling-giggles · 2 years

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hi! Can You pleaseeee Write a spy x family fic, ler loid and lee anya, Please I need more of this family 🥲♥️

I’ll always love you

A/N: I used a couple of prompts here and there. It was a very cute idea Thankyou anon I hope your doing well too, Very unneeded info but tmr will make it 10 days until my birthday 🥳🥳 (July 18th)

Warning: Nightmare, wholesome surprise at the end😼

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It was currently 10:31 been a little over an hour since Yor and loid tucked anya to bed. Yor was sound asleep in her room. Loid was laying on the sofa doing some work on his laptop when he saw a small black figure.

“GAH!”loid tried standing up as quickly as possible hitting his big toe. “Ouch!” “Papa are you okay?!” The small figure spoke worried about him. ‘Wait that voice is that Anya?’ “Anya s’that you?” loid groaned.

“U-uh yes”

“What’s wrong what’s bugging you normally you’d be fast asleep around this time”.

“Well I had a bad dream we’re you and mama didn’t *sniff* didn’t love me anymore” anya slowly began to tear up she ran and grabbed onto Loid’s leg sobbing. ‘Did someone at the academy say something to her doesn’t matter right now my job is to cheer her up’

“Anya that’ll never happen me and Yor could never hate you” Loid comforted anya even though it really was true loid and Yor love anya besides all of f the spy stuff they would do anything for her.

“I’ll always love you” loid smiled before he picked up anya and spun her around as she started giggling. “Why are you giggling?” Loid asked confused.

“Hehehe pahahpaha you’re tihickling mehe” she giggled as she dropped her stuffed lion and grabbed onto his wrists. “Oho how about you tell me the password to the treasure chest” Loid Loidman asked. “ihihi princehehehss anyahahaha will neeehehehever lihihisten to ahaha Lohohoidmahaan” Anya squealed.

“Oho really now not even if I tickle you here”Loid smiled as he flip her upside down to tickle her feet. “NohohOHOHO PAAHHAPAHA YOHOHOU’REHEHE CHEAAHAHAHTING” anya shrieked.

“*Dramatic gasp* Anya!! I would never cheat that’s mean anya”Loid being oh so dramatic. “STAAHP IT PAHAPAHA”

“Not until you say that we’ll love you forever” loid wanted her to say so she doesn’t have a bad mindset.

“MAHAHAHMAHAHA AND PAHAHAHAPAHAHAHA WIHIHIHILL LOHOHOVE MEHEHEH FOREVERHEHEHE!!”Anya gave in as she fell asleep on Loid’s chest. ‘Ugh a little exhausting but fun’. “Hey anya?” Loid called but stopped because he had realized that she was fast asleep.

‘I mean who wouldn’t be when they’ve been tickled to death’.

Loid looked over at his laptop debating whether or not he should finish that essay. ‘Eh I’ll finish tomorrow I should probably to go to sleep aswell’ was Loid’s last before dozing off.

Yor came out of her room thinking it was Franky and loid goofing around again. But she seen loid and anya sleep together on the sofa she assumed loid was over working and anya just came out here and laid on his chest and fell asleep.

Yor went to a closet to grab a blanket for them. As she covered them up she seen his laptop open with an essay he had to write to the Desmond’s. ‘Maybe I should type that for him as a repayment for him helping me out.

After typing the essay she didn’t realize how late it was ‘ITS 1:53 jeez I didn’t expect it to be this late’ she got up as she instantly sat back down looking at a bright screen late at night in a dark room then trying to get up right after not the best thing.

Yor really wanted to go to sleep her two options were to drunkly walk back to her room and possibly end up sleeping on the floor or just sleep on the sofa with Loid and anya

‘ughhhhh whyyyyyy I’ll just- ugh’ Yor began to spaz out loid looked up at her “if your too tired to walk back to your room you can sleep out here” loid gently insisted as he pulled her head to his chest. “A-alright!” Yor deeply blushed. “Thank for typing that paper for me too”.

“Mama and papa are flirting~” Anya whispers.

“No we are not!”

#kiara writes #tickle fic #tickle drabble #sxf tickle fic #spy x family tickle fic #spy x family tickle #Lee!Anya #Ler!Loid #ft!Yor #mama and papa are flirting 😏

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harleyquilt · 2 years

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Another short TwiYor fic

Description: After waking from a nightmare, Loid and Yor share a moment of peace together during the night.

Word count: 2374~

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Loid woke with a start and gasped, his hand darting towards his bedside table to switch on the lamp. His eyes squinted at the sudden brightness of the room, his ears flooded with the sound of his racing heartbeat. As his eyes adjusted, he scanned the room repeatedly and took a deep breath. Licking his dry lips, he turned and sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. A cold sweat covered his brow and he wiped it away with his shirt, tutting to himself. Nightmares were not uncommon for Loid, but even so, he always found himself shaken and tense after waking from his restless dreams. It would be easy to say they were simply nothing more than dreams, to brush them aside and fall back into a soundless sleep as if nothing had happened. But they were more than that - they were fragments of a past that continue to creep back into his mind.

They were always similar, these dreams. Sometimes they were the same, sometimes there were slight variations. Either way, they left him unnerved, the scars of his past pulsing intensely underneath his hardened skin. Images would flash in his mind, even after escaping from the nightmare. Images of destruction, of ash and smoke, of darkened blood on cracked concrete walls and shattered glass. Distant cries, calls for help, his own tears hot against his dirtied and bruised cheeks. A rumbling that shook him deep in his core. The boom, boom, booming of continued violence.

Loid squeezed his eyes shut with these recollections and rubbed the back of his neck, straining to dismiss these frightful memories. Standing, he checked the clock on his wall. It was three in the morning and he sighed, moving towards the door. He could perhaps take a walk, though that would look far too suspicious if he was seen. He was a family man now, after all. He shouldn’t be seen roaming alone at night. Still, he craved the fresh air. If only there was a larger window in his room, or a balcony he could look over.

He made his way to the kitchen and was careful to keep a light foot as he walked. The house was eerily silent, as if he really was alone in this apartment. He contemplated checking Anya’s room for a moment, but decided against it, insisting that there was no need. He only needed to act as a father during the day, he reminded himself, he wasn’t actually her father. He sighed again with this thought.

In the kitchen, he got himself a glass of cold water and gulped it all down in one go. As he lowered his glass, he caught a figure lurking in the corner of his eye and he spun towards them, raising his glass and readying his stance for battle. What he found instead was a sleepy looking Yor as rubbing her tired eyes as she shuffled into the kitchen. She had wrapped a silk dressing gown around her body, her hair down and ruffled from sleep. Loid quickly lowered the glass, embarrassed, and she looked up at him with a lazy smile. She looked strangely drunk in this state, he thought to himself.

“Sorry,” she yawned. “I hope I didn’t frighten you.”

“No, you–” Loid wondered for a moment how he had not noticed her leave her room, his eyes darting towards the hallway. Even when distracted, it was rare for him to miss such things until they were right in front of him. He shook his head, smiling. “It’s alright. I guess I wasn’t expecting you to be awake at this time.”

“Ah, well…” She seemed more awake now and she shrugged, laughing wryly. “I sometimes get nightmares during this time of the night.” Loid had a look of surprise in response to her explanation and she looked up at him with some curiosity. “Did you also have a nightmare, Loid?”

Loid hesitated for a moment, his jaw clenched. Not only had she caught him by surprise, she caught him in his most vulnerable state of mind. His first reaction was to deny it and quickly move back towards his bedroom, though he thought that too aloof a response. With what little he knew of Yor, he harboured a guess that she would only be hurt by such a reaction, and the last thing either of them needed was anymore unneeded tension between the two of them. Just as he continued to overthink for a suitable response to give to her, Yor smiled.

“It’s alright, you don’t have to tell me.” She moved past him and he watched her as she reached into one of the cabinets for some tea bags. “There’s this tea I like to drink when I can’t sleep at night.” She turned to him then, holding up a box of lavender tea. Her eyes sparkled against the light as she went on to explain its soothing properties in detail. “Would you like a cup of tea too, Loid?”

“I suppose it’s worth a try.” Loid conceded and Yor beamed, taking out the mug she usually used to make Loid’s coffee. Her movements were swift and had a relaxing flow to them and leaning against the counter, Loid watched her prepare their drinks. There was something relaxing about it all and there was a warm sensation growing inside him that he could not seem to pinpoint. Perhaps it was Yor’s enthusiasm, her relaxing demeanour, or maybe he simply enjoyed her company. He found himself smiling with these ongoing thoughts,

“Ah, I’m sorry.” Yor had her back to Loid, her voice suddenly quieter than it had been before. Loid glanced back towards Anya’s room but doubted that any noise they made would disturb that sleeping log of a child. Turning back, however, he noticed her ears were turning red from blushing. Keeping her back to Lid, Yor continued to speak in a hushed voice. “Am I perhaps overstepping your boundaries?”

Loid tilted his head to one side, confused. “Boundaries?”

“W-Well,” Yor gulped and played with the sash of her dressing gown. “I started rambling and everything. I should’ve asked first if you wanted to be left alone. I’m not too good at noticing these things, you see, and–”

“Yor,” Loid smiled, charmed by her nervousness. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I could use the company.” His last remark surprised both him and Yor, and whilst Yor nodded and nervously moved on to pour the tea, Loid remained still and deep in thought.

Ah, he thought silently, was this the feeling I was experiencing? This warmth? He lightly placed a hand onto his chest, which tightened with this sudden realisation. He never had someone nearby after these intense, personal moments of fear and uncertainty. He had woken up next to a lover in the past, but they were almost always a part of his mission in some way or form. And so, if they happened to notice him waking from any kind of dream, Loid was adamant to keep such experiences in the dark and immediately forced himself back to sleep. This was different, he realised; Yor had no desire to press him on the truth, and even if her presence had been unexpected, he welcomed it all the same. Nervousness and paranoia melted away into a soothing relief he rarely relished beyond the brief moments he spent between missions.

With the tea ready, Yor asked if he wanted to drink in the living room with her. Nodding, he followed behind and they both sat in their usual spots, with him on the armchair, and Yor on the sofa to his side.

“Ah, one moment.” Yor quickly stood back up and went towards the window, pulling open the curtains. The moonlight, mixed in with the orange of the street lights outside, flooded into the dark living room. A sprinkle of distant stars were scattered across the cloudless night sky and the untouched silence of the world outside created a tranquillity that washed over Loid’s endless thoughts and worries. It was like another world, one separated entirely from the city during the day. Loid leaned back, the mug warm in his hand and the smell of lavender rising with the steam of the tea.

“It’s pretty, don’t you think?” Yor’s cheeks were a slight pink, her skin pale against the darkness of the room, but her eyes bright with joy. “Feels like we’re in a completely different world.” Her smile drops then and her eyes widen, darting towards Loid, who had been watching her silently. “Sorry, I said something weird, didn’t I? Please ignore me!”

Loid smiled, shaking his head. “Of course not. I had been thinking the same thing, actually.” He took a sip of his tea and Yor gave a small, embarrassed nod. Her eyes darted between the window and Loid as she took her own sip.

“Um, Loid?” Yor said after a few moments of silence. “I just wanted to say, if you want to talk or anything, I’m always here to listen. I don’t know if it would help, or if I’m being too pushy, but just in case you need anyone to talk to.” She kept her smiling lips partially hidden behind her mug, her eyes lowered. “I’m always here for you. I am meant to be your wife, after all.”

The warmth Loid had felt before grew rapidly, his heart fluttering. His heart would usually beat quickly during times of danger or strife. This, however, was nothing like any mission he had gone through before, and he found himself stunned by his lack of explanation for such feelings that swelled within him. His brows were raised, his lips slightly parted, and he wondered for a moment how the few words of comfort she had given had impacted him so greatly. Perhaps it was the tea, Loid thought and he glanced down at his drink, taking another sip.

“Thank you, Yor.” His voice was quieter, softer, and he kept his eyes on hers whilst he spoke. “I really appreciate it. The same goes for you - if there’s anything you need or want to talk about, I’m here to listen.”

He had spoken these words to fake partners before, a lie of reassurance to keep his partner at ease. This time, however, there was an earnest sincerity that he wanted to express. He wanted her to believe this promise of support, so much so that he was tempted to reach out and hold her hand as an act of comfort. Hesitating, he ultimately decided against it, realising that his intentions may be misunderstood as something else entirely. Either way, Yor seemed happy with his response and they continued to drink their tea in silence whilst watching the stillness of the world outside.

Finishing his drink, Loid glanced towards the door to his room, telling himself that he should hurry to go back to sleep. He had no intention of keeping Yor awake, too, or so he told himself. When setting the mug down, though, the words he had been keeping to himself began to slip out.

“I sometimes dream about my childhood.” Loid confessed, pressing his hands together and his head bowed. “It was…a scary time for me.”

Yor was silent for a long while and refusing to look at her, Loid could only imagine her reaction to be a mixture of confusion and awkwardness. What came with this image was immediate regret and he was tempted to run off to his room, hoping that the topic would never be brought up again. To his surprise, Yor responds with her own confession.

“I understand. I…also had a tough childhood, as you already know. But more than that, it was a scary time for me and my brother.” Loid decided to look at her then, her figure bathed in the pale moonlight. She brushed a strand of her hair back, her other hand clutching her dressing gown. Her eyes were fixed onto the ground. “There was so much I had to learn, and if I didn’t learn it fast enough…” Her voice trailed away and she pressed her lips together, Loid waiting for her to continue. “Well, those fears still haunt me to this day. So, I think I know how it feels, even if just a little bit.”

Loid nodded slowly, his hands clenching together. “Sometimes I think I’ve finally moved on from the past. I’m stronger than I had been before, and yet…”

“It still isn’t enough sometimes.” Yor finished, her gaze now raised to meet his. “And that’s the scariest part.” She stammered then. “A-At least, that is how I feel.”

“I’ve never told anyone this before.” He smiled, a mixture of both sadness and relief coursing through his mind. “You make me feel at ease, Yor.” He confessed, and without hesitating a second time, he reached across and placed his hand on top of hers, giving her a gentle squeeze. “Thank you.”

With her face smeared with a sudden, red blush, she nodded stiffly, jumping at his touch. He quickly pulled his hand away and he noticed Yor place a hand over her chest. His eyes drifted then to her pale, smooth skin. She had a slender neck that moved down to the delicate curve of her chest—

No, Twilight, he scolded himself, keep your eyes to yourself. He rose from his seat then, moving his face away to hide the blush that was beginning to grow on his own cheeks. He blurted out a few words of thanks for the tea and moved quickly to his room, Yor loudly whispering a stuttered goodnight. His heart racing, Loid darted into his bed and switched off the light. Even with the tea and their conversation, it would seem that he was no more relaxed now than he had been before, though he was both grateful and embarrassed to admit that it was for a completely different reason. Still, he shook his head and took a deep breath, finding that both his mind and body quickly relaxed as he fell into a soundless, dreamless sleep of comfort and peace. It was one of the best sleeps he has had since he was a child.

#twilight x yor #twiyor #loid x yor #loidyor #spy x family #sxf #loid forger #yor forger #fluff #fanfic #my wrtitng

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